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wandaverse · 5 months ago

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playing with fire.

— buff firefighter!wanda x college student!reader

— summary: the 5 times you meet and the 1 time wanda lights a different kind of fire

— tags: pure fluff, major horniness, implied smut

— word count: 1,252 words

1. the first time you meet is late at night when there’s a fire in your dorm.

someone down the hall sets fire to their microwave trying to heat up a burrito. deeply asleep with fatigue from the week’s intense assessments, you don’t hear the screeching alarms.

without hesitation, a chilvarous wanda arrives at the scene and kicks down your door, carrying you out bridal style. wanda’s not complaining, not with the way you sleepily nuzzle into the safety of her neck.

through your sleepy haze you wonder who the buff woman carrying you out the building is, she smells like smoked cedar with faint hints of sea salt. you decide that you like this scent and the warmth that accompanies it.

2. you next meet at a sorority party gone wrong.

your friends get the stupid idea of trying fire breathing. the only thing you end up breathing though is clouds of smoke when your sorority house almost burns down. wanda arrives in the nick of time in her blaring red truck and douses the flames.

something else ignites within you though when you meet her properly for the first time, awake and certainly alert. you take in the sight of her breathless figure after rushing to fight the flames. so this is who saved you that night in your dorm… oh.

wanda is not particularly amused at you and your friends’ irresponsible antics. you shrink under the weight of her disapproving gaze, but also can’t help but cheekily grin. wanda can’t stay upset, she has to admit you look cute with ash all over your face.

3. your paths cross again when you notice a kitten stuck in a tree while studying on your campus’ lawn.

after many futile rescue attempts, you call emergency services and once again your knight in shining armour (or rather, reflective PPE) arrives. she gallantly climbs her ladder and saves the kitten. you don’t deny enjoying the view of her sunkissed skin when she takes off her jacket to swaddle the kitten.

afterwards, wanting to prolong the encounter, wanda asks if you want to ride with her in her fire truck to drop the kitten off at the nearest vet. you excitedly accept her offer and enjoy the trip around the city. wanda secretly steals fond glances at you, looking adorable with the kitten in your lap.

4. the next time you meet is not in the face of life threatening danger, but rather danger to your self-composure.

on a regular trip to the supermarket, you pass the row of calendars and your eyes land on a familiar face on the annual westview firefighters calendar sold for charity. you can’t ignore the curiosity that compels you to take a sneaky peak at its contents.

your cheeks instantly burn red when you turn to february’s page and find your favourite firefighter scantily clad and leaving little to the imagination. standing in a shallow pool of water with flames raging around her, wanda poses with an axe slung across her shoulders, wearing only a black training bra and her firefighter pants. her buff arms and unsurprisingly toned abs are on show as she stares directly at you the camera. you fight the urge to bite your lip at her flexed muscles, her sunkissed skin, the shine of her sweat mixing with ash. you’ve never felt so taken before, you forget your bearings for a second.

that is, until you hear a familiar voice call out your name.

your ears register her presence before your eyes and you quickly shut the calendar, throwing it back on the shelf as if its touch has burned you. you ready to make an excuse until you finally look up and find the firefighter just as scantily clad as, if not more than, her outfit in the calendar’s photoshoot.

wanda approaches you, seemingly in her post-workout fit and you have to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of her sweaty and taut arms and abs, only this time in real life. god, the photo doesn’t even do her justice. wanda calls out your name again with a husky laugh and your blush profusely, realising you’ve been caught ogling her not once but twice.

5. you meet once again when you move out to an apartment near campus and decide to cook dinner for yourself.

you quickly realise that you actually have no idea how to cook when your entire kitchen ends up in flames. wanda arrives just in time and puts out the grease fire. for a second, you can’t help but question fate. it’s as if there’s only one firefighter in all of westview with the way wanda always finds her way back to you. you’re not complaining though.

she turns to you and scolds you for your carelessness, but not before checking that you’re okay and not hurt by the wild fire. your heart secretly skips a beat at the continued display of care. ever the prince charming, isn’t she?

before she leaves for the next emergency, though, she asks you out for dinner instead. unsurprisingly, you say yes.

+1. the evening of your first date arrives.

you’re lounging on the couch in your apartment watching a sitcom when you hear a knock on your window. wanda has climbed up the fire escape and asks to be let in like a lost kitten. you lift open the window with a laugh and she tells you that she’s set up a picnic under the stars on the rooftop. she escorts you back out the window and up the fire escape. you giggle adoringly at her antics.

the evening goes well as you two happily find that the spark between you wasn’t imagined and isn’t going to fizzle out anytime soon. conversation flows naturally and you enjoy the food wanda has cooked for you. she jokes that at least one of you can cook, which earns her a playful slap. but when you reach over to do so, you accidentally knock over a candle and almost burn the entire picnic blanket. the fire is quickly avoided though thanks to wanda’s quick reflexes. she gives you a humuored tsk, but you secretly revel in her display of protection.

the evening comes to an end as the city around you calms down and the stars settle in for the night. wanda escorts you down the fire escape once again and the butterflies in your stomach continue to take flight. when you reach your window, you turn to wanda and thank her for the evening, for thinking of such a lovely idea and packing such a delightful picnic. when you place a goodbye kiss on her lips though and she takes you in her arms, you quickly realise that that’s not the only thing she’s packed.

wanda pulls back and blushes sheepishly at your realisation, but it’s enough to set you off. all night you’ve been teased with the sight of her shirt lifting and showing the slightest glimpse of her abs, the tight fit of her t-shirt’s sleeve around her arms, the simple yet alluringly attractive way she runs her fingers through her hair. she’s been teasing you all night and you decide that you’ve had enough. you quickly engulf her in kisses and pull her boldly through your window.

your night rages on and as the flaming sun begins to rise, wanda pleasantly learns that there’s one particular fire that she just can’t put out.

the end.

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #i know the format is weird !! it was supposed to be headcanons !! or a drabble !!#tldr idrk what this is i just thought it was a cute idea and didn’t wanna write a whole oneshot bc that would be 10k+ words… T-T #also my first time properly posting on tumblr apologies if it’s ugly T-T #got the idea from that lizzie wind river interview but also alex and bill in mofam lol T-T #wanda is dressed like those pics in the last part ie. +1 #wanna chomp on lizzie’s arm during wind river era T-T

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asnowdriftsomewhere · 5 months ago

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Daylight pt5

Cassian x F!reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

AN: Sorry, this one took so long. I got stuck for a bit and wasn't sure where to go next. But its here now! And i hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Cassian and Mor have a conversation along the Sidra. You have a decision to make.

Warnings: none? I dont think so at least

Word count: 1985

“I just don't know what to do about Y/N” Cassian sighed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his seat.

“Why do anything?” Mor asked, sitting across from him at their preferred café along the Sidra. She was enjoying a small strawberry cake the owner had given her for free and seemed to beam with every bite. Cassian took her smiles and let them settle against his soul. Warming his bones from the chill that had burrowed so deeply into him that nothing could fight against it.

It had been that way since Y/N had disappeared before his very eyes, two days earlier. Like a ghost or mirage, he'd watched her fade into nothing and had been too stunned to even reach out a hand. Cassian hadn't seen her since, not even catching a hint of her scent in the hall or the dining room. If it wasn't for Rhys checking in with Clotho that morning he wouldn't even know if she was still in Velaris or if she'd somehow convinced Helion to send her to another Court to continue her research.

The whole thing left him feeling unstable in a way he didn't particularly care for. Like he was missing something right in front of him. Something vital. But no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't uncover the problem, the source of his discomfort. He could feel it, a strange amorphous shape just beyond his reach. Like a word on the tip of his tongue.

It'd been driving him mad, this feeling in his gut. Twisting anxiety and bone deep dread that touched every part of him. Keeping him from sleep, roaring in his head no matter how much he trained and centered himself. He knew why he couldn't shake it, what nightmares it triggered within him. But this was different. There was no war, and this was not a battlefield with the lives of good males in the balance. There was just a female he hardly knew and who wanted nothing to do with him. So why his body was reacting like this he couldn't for the life of him understand.

“I just–” he sighed, looking up to the summer sky above, clear and vast, “There's something about her I can't put my finger on. I can't explain it but…” he trailed off, his words truly failing him as he looked back to her.

Mor was watching him curiously. Her deep brown eyes trailing over him as if assessing a wounded friend before flicking up to meet his gaze again. “You're really undone by this female, aren't you?”

“There's something wrong,” his jaw clenched, “I just don't know what.”

She seemed to consider him for a moment. “If you want,” she began slowly, her tongue flicking over the metal of her fork to wipe away the last bits of pink frosting, “I could talk to her. Get to the bottom of whatever’s bothering you.”

He leveled his gaze at her, “Mor–”

“What?” She raised her hands in innocence. “It's just an offer. Besides, I haven't met her yet, and seeing as she's living with you and Az, it's my job to make sure she's not a secret murderer or something.”

He scoffed, “As if Rhys would have let her over the border if he thought something was off. AND she's one of Helion's advisors. How dangerous do you think she can be?”

“Rhys doesn't always make the best decisions when it comes to who we ally with.” Mor’s voice dropped as her gaze fell to the now empty plate in front of her. That familiar discomfort sparked in his chest as he thought about the tension between his brother and the female across from him. Their once easy and loving relationship now strained in a way Cassian didn't know if they could recover from. He wanted to help if he could, but he also knew that this was something for them to figure out. He couldn't fix it, only they could.

“But besides that,” Mor continued, pulling out that smile that he knew sent lesser males to their knees. “You sometimes forget how powerful knowledge can be. If Helion wasn't our ally, his Court would be our most dangerous enemy.”

Cassian sighed, letting the tension in him flow out as she spoke. “You're right, but I still dont think she's a danger to me or Az. Besides, he's still off in the continent doing Cauldron knows what. Rhys doesn't even know when he'll be back.”

She frowned at that, “He's been gone for months.”

“Oh I'm aware,” he shrugged, “Maybe he'll be back for the Summer Solstice. That's in a few weeks.”

Her frown didn't budge, “He better be. Tarquin said they only way he's allowing you back into the Summer Court is if Azriel's there to stick by your side and make sure you don't get into any trouble.”

“It was ONE building!”

Her lips curved into a smirk, “Apparently it was an important building.”

Cassian rolled his eyes, “Hardly.”

Mor's expression turned pointed, “Don’t think I've forgotten what this little talk of ours was originally about. The female that has you all twisted up inside.”

“It'll be fine,” he leaned back in his seat, splaying his wings slightly to warm them in the summer sun. “Y/N isn't a problem.”

She didn't seem convinced, “Regardless, you should invite her to dinner tonight at the River House. I'd like to meet the female that has you utterly baffled. I think we'll be great friends.”

“She spends all her time in the library below the house,” he rolled his eyes again but smiled slightly. “I don't even see her most days.” But even as he said it, he felt something stir in him. The question flickering to life within his soul: Was that really true? You had the power of invisibility– true invisibility that masked your scent, the heat of your body, and the breath of air that moved in your wake. He'd never known anything like it. So who's to say how many times the two of you had been in the same room while he was none the wiser.

Mor only shrugged, “I'll go down and get her–”

“No,” he spoke quickly as he stood from his chair and she quirked an eyebrow at him. “No, I– I'll find her and see if she wants to come to dinner.”

“Okay,” her smile turned feline as she winked, “Make sure she knows it's not a request. The High Lord's Third wants her there.”

He groaned, “Mor–”

“Kidding!” She laughed while also standing up from her seat; that smirk playing across her lips, “Unless–” She winnowed away before he could speak. Her laugh rang around him like the chiming of bells in the wind, and Cassian only sighed before taking off, back to the house.

***

That evening, you made your way back up the various levels of the library towards the house in silence. Everything went quiet around you these days. The Priestesses had long since stopped trying to engage with you and halted their own conversations whenever you came near. Part of you welcomed the change. You didn't need or want their companionship. You didn't need anyone. But another part of you, the smaller shyer part, couldn't help but feel like you were missing out on something when it came to the females. What it was was beyond you, but you felt its absence all the same.

Clotho stopped you before the stairs to the house, a note in her gnarled hands. Frowning, you bowed your head to her as you took the slip of paper and began your accent.

‘Come to dinner at the River House tonight.’

You bit your lip as you read the hastily scrawled note over and over again. The scent of him drifted from the paper, and you couldn't stop the smile that crossed your features. Even as something like dread twisted in your gut at the thought of seeing him again.

Things had been weird between you and Cassian since the moment in the training ring two days prior. Or, it would be weird if you could bring yourself to drop tour invisibility around the General. You didn't know why you did it, why you hid yourself from him every time you sensed his approach, but you couldn't seem to stop. It was as if, in allowing him to see you in that moment of vulnerability on the roof, your body decided he could not be allowed that close to you again. And part of you wanted that distance, wanted the safety it provided. But the other part could not deny that there was something drawing you towards Cassian. Some force of nature beyond control or reason pulling you into his atmosphere.

You sighed as you entered the room you'd been staying in for the two months and looked at the closets' worth of clothes strewn about the floor. Did you even have anything to wear? If you were going, that is…

As if sensing your line of thought, there was a flash of light on the bed, and you turned to see a gown appear across the comforter. You scowled at the wall, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Busy body,” you murmured to the house before walking over to the bed and running an idle finger over the soft material of the dress. You sighed heavily. You were at a crossroads, and you knew it. The choices before you loomed large and daunting, and while you wanted to wait, to stand in this place of uncertainty forever, you understood that fate would not allow for it. A decision had to be made or it would be made for you. And that you simply could not abide.

Twenty minutes later, you stood before the mirror admiring how the gown fit you. It was a beautiful off the shoulder top with sheer billowy sleeves that fell just below your elbows. The bodice was little more than a few swaths of fabric, the color of lilacs that crossed over your breasts and wrapped around your waist so your mid drift was left bare. The skirt was the same color as the top and fell to your mid thigh in the front. The back draped down to your ankles and faded into the soft orange of dawn's first light. Across your shoulders, down your back and over the waist of the skirt an orange and blue and purple paisley patterned embroidery gave the whole thing an elegance and tastefulness that made you hum in appreciation as you looked yourself over in the mirror once more. You'd left your hair down, only curling the ends that brushed against your shoulder blades and over your collarbones. Around your wrists, you wore bangles and woven bracelets the colors of the dress. On your feet, you decided on solid white ankle boots with a slight heel. It wasn't typical Day Court attire, but it was close enough that you felt comfortable and beautiful even as your stomach twisted again.

For a moment, you thought about staying home. Reading the book you'd set aside for after dinner and accepting a life of isolation. It was safer, you supposed. There was no risk of losing someone like you lost your sister. Of feelings like your soul was being torn in half.

But it was also lonely, and, if you were being honest, the quiet was beginning to grate on you. You needed noise, chatter. An exchange of ideas and thoughts like what you once had at the Day Court. What you once had with Helion and the other advisors. You needed connection and conversation and hope.

You needed hope more than anything.

So, taking another deep breath, you straightened your spine before walking into the hall and heading towards the veranda.

Where Cassian was waiting for you.

Part 6

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #fanfiction #cassian x y/n #cassian acotar #cassian #cassian x reader #mor acotar

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queen-scribbles · 30 days ago

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benefits of solitude

14. Scratch (WotR Dance of Masks; Etain/Vikkari)

borrowing @haledamage's girl with this one :3 -----

Vikkari appreciated the cover provided by the Kenabres celebrations. Between going strong so late into the night and their nature as a masquerade, it was far easier to sneak out of the city with Etain than he would have thought. There were twenty 'Knight-Commanders' running around, no one spared a second glance to notice his was the real one.

Etain walked beside him, noticeably distracted despite agreeing to come and following his path without complaint. He left her to her thoughts and didn't pry, walking in equal silence until they reached his goal--a small copse of trees circling a boulder large and smooth enough to make an excellent natural seat.

"We're here," he said, giving her arm a gentle nudge.

Etain rolled her shoulders as she pulled her focus back to the moment and surveyed the surroundings. A hint of a smile crinkled her eyes. "Very nice."

She always seemed more relaxed in the woods, but this time some tension remained, a shifting in her stance that spoke of unease. "Everything alright?"

"Mm," Etain hummed, shifting her weight foot to foot. "We just saved the day again, why wouldn't it be?"

Because you seem antsier than Titus when he broke one of our father's beehives. But he just shook his head and gestured to the boulder. "Just checking."

She sat--near the edge, he noted--and cocked her head. "So, any reason in particular for the solitude?"

"I know it's your preference," Vikkari said. He dropped his attention to the small pack he'd brought, and when he looked up she was leaning against the tree behind her, rocking back and forth. "Etain." Bit his lip to hold back a chuckle when she froze. "Is something wrong?"

Etain slouched with a frustrated growl. "I have an itch. Started right before we left the city, and it's right at the top of my wings so I can't reach it, and it's driving me crazy."

The chuckle escaped as Vikkari sat next to her. "Hence the Pippin impression, I assume." He started to reach toward her back, then paused. "May I?"

"Oh, please," she groaned, leaning into his hand like a cat when it settled between her shoulder blades.

"Here?" he confirmed, scratching the top edge of where the feathered wings joined her back.

"Mmhmmmmm," Etain hummed in gratitude, her head falling back against his shoulder as she sagged in relief. She sat in contented silence a moment, then tugged down her mask and tipped her head further to look at him. "Thank you."

Vikkari, quite enjoying the weight of her leaning on him, tipped his head to kiss her temple. "You're very welcome. I know you'd do the same for me." He lightly brushed his fingers along the top of one wing before letting his hand fall.

"Of course." Etain let her head loll against him a moment longer before straightening. "Although I'm pretty sure this wasn't what you had in mind when you asked me out here."

"No, though I'm always happy to help. I, um." A sudden rush of nerves hit him, and he fought the urge to fidget as he pulled the small pack closer. "I made you something."

"Again? The others really will accuse you of favoritism," she teased, gently nudging his shoulder.

"We're well past hiding that, I think," he laughed. "But I'm not talking about whittling." This time. The next of that kind was still in progress. Deep breath as he pulled the carefully wrapped bundle out of the pack. "I've been tweaking one of my recipes, and I think I'm finally happy with it and wanted you to have the first batch."

Etain's eyes lit up. "Cookies?"

Vikkari smiled as he handed them over. "Oh, I hope they live up to that reaction."

From the deeply satisfied groan that accompanied her first bite, he didn't have anything to worry about. She was three cookies in before she stopped and looked at him. "They're delicious."

Vikkari chuckled. "I may have suspected. Thank you, I'm glad you like them."

"I forget how much you like to cook since Seelah does it a lot when we're traveling..." Etain sucked crumbs off her fingers and offered him a cookie, which he declined(he'd tested plenty while making them), before wrapping them up. "You're very good at that, too. Thank you for the cookies, and the solitude. And the back scratches."

"You're very welcome for all three, but," he linked his fingers between hers and brought her hand up to kiss the back, "I don't think we need to be done yet..."

"You don't think they'll miss us?" she arched a brow.

"I think it'd be fun to see how long we can push it," he countered with a smirk.

"No arguments here," Etain said warmly, leaning her head on his shoulder again, and it was quite a while before they deigned to return inside the city walls.

#queens fic #owlcatober 2024 #etain torren #vikkari damson #etain/vikkari #otp: may i?

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fastlikealambo · 1 year ago

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t𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 p𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 c𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕. || d𝚊𝚛𝚔 a𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊! f𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 f𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 bl𝚊𝚌𝚔!f𝚎𝚖 r𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 2/3

Summary:The spring semester has begun and Reader finds herself ensnared in the trap of charismatic psychology professor, Henry Creel. When her relationship with the professor becomes all consuming and strange things begin to occur, Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Eddie race to uncover the truth before they lose Reader forever.

Warnings: mental health discussions, past trauma, mental abuse, murder, gaslighting, violence, hypnosis

Link to part one.

“I’ve spoken to your other professors, they say you are brilliant. I think they are incorrect, wouldn’t you agree?”

You looked at your psychology professor of only three weeks, bewildered with mouth agape, semi resembling a dying sea bass. There’s no sign of joking in his tone or sparkle in his eye, as if he asked you about today’s weather rather than anything else.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand, is this about the test? You gave me an A, did I do something wrong?” You asked, sinking into your blazer while Professor Creel observes you like a cat sunbathing near a mouse, just as content to watch potential prey as it is to hunt it.

“Every answer was correct, I can see that you studied, however I can also see that you are deeply and utterly mindless. Your mind is as empty as it is open and I think you know that.” He said again with no hint of malice.

You stood up, bag in hand, already going through the hours of the registrar in your mind to see if you could drop intro to psych today, a tight smile on your face. You knew the rules, if you did not smile, you would be seen as angry and to be angry and brilliant is only admissible for whom the world indulges.

“I’m sorry Professor, I think there was a mistake with the registrar and I’m not actually supposed to be in this class. I don’t want to take a spot from a student who needs this class, I hope you understand.” You said voice even and turned toward the office door but his hand closed tightly around your wrist.

Somewhere, a clock chimed.

“Let go, you’re hurting me!” You yelled but a clock chimed again and you stood still.

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time, so lonely, so guilty. I can fix that, I can fix you.” He whispered but you yanked your hand out of his grip, racing for the door.

A clock chimed again and stiff as a board, you fell backwards, silently creaming for help.

For them.

Robin’s scream ended just as quickly as it began, Nancy’s hand over her mouth.

Eddie, Robin, Steve, and Nancy stood almost as still as you did, rooted in fear of you making even the slightest movement.

Nancy was the first to make a move, fast and silent up the stairs with the rest of her lovers on her heels, whispering back and forth as they made their way to the third floor banister you were poised to swan dive off at any minute.

“What do we do?”

“We have to wake her up!”

“You’re not supposed to wake a sleepwalker, Steve!”

“Does that look like sleepwalking, Robin?”

It didn’t.

It looked like you were frozen in place, eyes open but not open, fluttering this way and that, standing on a thin banister that was not meant to bear the weight of a human being in Bart Simpson socks.

It looked horrifying.

It looked impossible.

Steve made a move to grab you first but Nancy stopped him, drawing him back.

“Nancy, what the hell?!”

“If you do it too fast, she could get hurt, you could get hurt! Look at her, she’s not moving at all, we’ve made noise, there are noises all around this house and she’s still not moving. Whatever we do, we have to do it slowly.” Nancy explained, looking back at you, the fear she had tried to keep from her face in full force.

Steve nodded, moving slowly with Eddie on his other side, practically in slow motion in their short agonizing walk to you. Steve gently snaked one arm around your waist, the other around the back of your knees while Eddie waited to guide the rest of you safely down to the ground.

Robin scampered over to an old ratty chair on the landing, grabbing its cushion and placing it down on the ground as a marker for them to place your head. Nancy took a spot right next to them, three fingers in the air.

“On the count of three, okay? One, two-

“So no one told you life was gonna be this way?”

The downstairs tv blared and a clock somewhere else chimed, causing you to open your eyes wide with a gasp.

And your foot to slip.

You don’t know how he was not seen but Creel carried you to his car like a broken down doll, your eyes wide open and stuck as he shoved you in the trunk with something else.

Not something.

Someone.

“Please don’t try to scream, you’ll choke. She was a failure like you but I couldn’t make her better, I tried so hard to make her better!” Creel bemoaned, hitting the steering wheel over and over until his knuckles turned red before straightening in the driver’s seat.

“You won’t remember this but it’s nice to have some company for the kedeia. We can go over your new academic career while we drive! You will be seeing me four times a week for tutoring, evaluation and further punishment. After this semester should you not disappoint me and I don’t kill you, you will change your major from that garbage to a double major in classics and psychology with me as your adviser, won’t that be perfect? You will have to live with me and leave those degenerates behind but it’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make.”

Creel continued to talk but all you could do was stare into the face of a dead young woman you now recognized as your former classmate, her bloated face frozen in an expression of pure terror mere inches from your own.

He propped you up in the car somewhere in the woods behind campus and made you watch as he reorganized a funeral pyre.

He had done this before.

“To Athena, we commit one of your failures to the earth. May her disappointments burn away as quickly as her flesh.” Creel whispered, tossing a lighter onto her body.

All you could do was let out a choked guttural moan as he got back in the car.

“Don’t be afraid, it will be over soon.” He whispered, lips on your cheek.

Somewhere, a clock chimed.

You were falling.

There was no time to wonder how you were falling or why when hands roughly lifted you, your arms nearly pulled out of their sockets as your lovers hauled you back over the railing, falling over in one breathless heap.

No words are spoken on the floor, just weak attempts at catching breath and subtle glimpses at the railing to affirm that whatever just happened really fucking happened.

Robin’s around your middle first, her head resting on your stomach, tears wetting your apparently sweaty t-shirt, holding you so tight it should have hurt but the weight of her keeps you from dissolving into screams.

Nancy’s next, hands running up and down your body to check for blood or bones that would have broken had you actually fallen. When she’s satisfied you are not mortally injured, she draws her forehead to your feverish one, hand cradling the back of your neck, a series of quiet sobs escaping her.

Eddie’s hands sort of hover over you, face in between in worry and damn near grief, too scared, too relieved, too everything to touch you at first before giving in and leaning you against his chest, rocking you, for his benefit or yours you’re not exactly sure but you don’t want him to let go.

Steve’s lips meet every inch of exposed skin, a fury of wet kisses all over you in an attempt to drown out the sound of his own muffled crying but with one last kiss on the top of your head he breaks, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks, arms stretched wide to somehow hold each and everyone of his lovers.

The moment you’re truly enraptured by their almost sorrow is when you allow yourself to shatter, sobbing in fear and confusion, holding on to Robin, Nancy, Eddie, and Steve as if your life depended on it.

Because it did.

A clock chimed somewhere but this time, you didn’t hear it.

“The last thing I remember is you coming to pick me up from tutoring, everything before and after that is a blur. Everything’s been blurring together these days, I know there’s something wrong but I don’t know what, it feels like I’m losing time.” You said, draped in just about every blanket in the house, sitting on Steve’s lap, his arms around you like a seat-belt, Robin holding one hand and Nancy the other.

“You don’t remember anything that happens when you see Creel?” Eddie asked, pacing around the living room.

“Not really, I have these flashes, a clock, the trunk of a car, a fire but I can’t put them together, it’s like something doesn’t want me to.”

“ Or someone.” Nancy said grimly.

“Professor Creel is doing something to me, something I can’t fight, something I can’t control, all I know is that it-

“Will all be over soon?” Robin finished, placing your notebook on your lap and you look down at the pages.

“This is my handwriting but I don’t remember writing this. Fuck, what’s happening to me?” You exclaimed, eyes watering all over again as Nancy took you in her arms, transferring you from Steve’s lap to her own.

“What if this isn’t you losing your mind? What if you were warning yourself?” Robin asked, looking down at the paper again.

“ Again, share it with the class Robin.” Steve huffed.

“Whatever Creel is doing, you’re fighting it, you just don’t remember doing it. Those flashes, this paper, you’re leaving yourself clues. You’re not a mad woman, you’re a goddamn survivor.” Robin said, kneeling in front of you, taking your face in her hands.

“What if I’m not strong enough to fight him?” You whispered.

“You don’t have to be, we are.” Steve said, with a hand on your shoulder, kissing your neck.

“We won’t let anything happen to you angel, he doesn’t know that we know and we can use that to our advantage.” Eddie said.

This was all so overwhelming, your head was killing you, and you couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you.

“Baby, your nose!” Robin exclaimed and you looked down to see blood dripping down onto the blanket.

“He’s going to kill me.” You muttered quietly but Nancy calmly tilted your head forward and kissed your blood stained lips.

“Not if we kill him first.”

This is going to be a three part story! Sorry for the wait, but I hope this makes up for it.

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞

#the fruity four #the fruity four x reader #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #the fruity four x black reader #dark academia au

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nicnacsnonsense · 2 years ago

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I posted 734 times in 2022

That's 137 more posts than 2021!

427 posts created (58%)

307 posts reblogged (42%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 659 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#ofmd - 365 posts

#stede bonnet - 233 posts

#edward teach - 111 posts

#izzy hands - 58 posts

#gentlebeard - 49 posts

#blackbonnet - 46 posts

#mary bonnet - 44 posts

#atlok - 25 posts

#the legend of korra - 24 posts

#lucius spriggs - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and i think we’re all agreed that either those historical expectations don’t apply in ofmd or they do but stede’s largely oblivious to them

My Top Posts in 2022:

I wonder if Ed’s repeated instances of overlooking Stede’s hints at his trauma and emotional turmoil is because when the conversation moves in that direction, Stede switches communications styles.

90% of the time, Stede’s communication style is pretty direct and explicit. Stede means exactly what he says, and if there is something he means, then by golly he’s going to say it. Stede is really out here just saying shit like it’s nothing; telling Blackbeard to suck eggs in hell, calling Izzy a complete asshole right to his face, and telling Ed he’s a good man who wears fine things well. Absent any other pressures this appears to be Stede’s preferred communication style.

Except when he gets to talking about his own hurt, where suddenly he’s all cautious forays and gentle implications. This is obviously a pretty deeply-set trauma response from having been bullied and harassed his whole life anytime he showed softness or vulnerability. This means now Stede is super careful about who he lets see that vulnerability and even if he is confident that someone is a safe person he has to fight past that learned response which can be extremely difficult if he’s not given an explicit invitation to share.

Of course, Ed doesn’t know Stede has this trauma response because he doesn’t know Stede has any significant amounts of trauma. He probably just sees Stede being completely out there about everything else and figures that nah, if there was something really wrong, Stede definitely would’ve said something.

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Less of Ed swooning over bearded, plainly dressed Stede, and more of Ed going, damn, I must love him if I still want to fuck him while he’s dressed up like that. More of the Ed who heard about the fancy man in pristine white stockings and lavender velvet breeches and ordered his men to drop everything and follow that ship. More of the Ed who damn near fainted when Stede expertly folded his silk pocket square and told him he wore fine things well. More of an Ed who has always had a thing for a man in lace and frills and had never been much attracted to any kind of rugged manly look even before years of only really socially interacting with other pirates left him sick to death of it.

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When Ed asks Stede to teach him the ways of an aristocrat, he doesn’t really want to be an aristocrat (as he will discover in episode 5). What he really wants, what he’s really asking for, is “teach me how to let myself enjoy the finer things, how to embrace the things that being me joy.”

Likewise, when Stede says he wants to be like Blackbeard, it isn’t really about being a pirate. What he’s asking for is “teach me how to be someone people respect and like, how to be able to walk into a room and have people be excited to see me.”

And the real trick of it is, the solutions to both those things are exactly the same. Find someone who understands you and loves you for being exactly who you are.

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OFMD AU where:

Mary does not hate the ocean

She doesn’t like the ocean either, you understand, but she doesn’t hate it.

When Stede gifts her the model ship she’s just like, fine, you know what, sure let’s do it. She is ready to try literally anything at this point

She does have one condition: if Stede gets to live out his dream life at sea, she wants to explore her passion for painting and hire an instructor to come on board with them. Stede happily agrees. Enter Doug.

Revenge was Stede’s dream name for a pirate ship, but that seems inappropriate for a family vessel, so he goes with his second choice, Royal James.

The Royal James has the same crew as the Revenge does in canon. Stede is not aware when he hires them they are pirates. They are not aware that Stede isn’t a pirate. This causes some confusion when Stede shows up to take command with his wife, their kids, and her painting instructor in tow. Ultimately, Lucius manages to suss out what’s going on and the crew elects to keep the whole being pirates thing on the down low for the moment.

Stede reads his kids a bedtime story every night. After about the first week he notices that the crew is always conspicuously hanging about while this is happening, and story time gets moved up to the deck. Pretty soon everyone starts showing up for story time, even Mary and Doug.

The crew does discuss the possibility of mutiny once. Oluwande is against it; he didn’t become a pirate by choice and he’s not giving up a respectable job with kind employers who pay well to go back to it. Wee John expresses concern for the children if they mutiny. The Swede insists that of course they wouldn’t hurt the children but Wee John is still concerned that the whole thing might be traumatizing for them or something. At that point Jim stands up and leaves, making it clear they do not support any mutiny. The idea fizzle out pretty quickly after that.

There is one aspect of a pirate’s life at least some of the crew would be reluctant to give up, but over the course of a couple of careful conversations across a few different days, Lucius is able to confirm that Mary & Stede don’t have any problem with any of the crew being gay. Stede is especially supportive. Huge ally, Stede. Because even though he’s not gay, he’s for sure interested in women, he absolutely could see why a man might be attracted to another man. Men are very attractive creatures! Even though, again, he personally prefers women. Lucius decides to leave that one to work itself out.

Louis adores Karl. Accordingly Buttons, who is Karl’s friend and can even talk to him, becomes Louis’s new hero.

Mary and Stede decided against bringing an official tutor on board for the children. Instead Lucius helps with their reading & writing and Mary and Stede split any other subjects between them. One day as Stede is teaching the kids math, he sees Frenchie kinda leaning over trying to watch and Stede invites him to join the lesson as well. Soon after everyone in the crew is invited to join in on any of the lessons Stede is giving that they want to. Not everyone is interested and no one is interested in everything, but he does have some takers. Mary is pretty skeptical at first, but Doug convinces her it’s a good idea and she ends up opening up her lessons as well.

The crew also teach the kids things. Practical things about sailing and maintaining a ship, of course, but also things about their own unique interests and skills. Roach teaches them about cooking, Black Pete how to whittle, Frenchie and playing music, etc. Mary does have to put her foot down when Jim starts teaching Alma how to throw knives. Even Stede backs her up on that one.

Miraculously, this harebrained scheme of Stede’s appears to be working? The kids are certainly having fun and Stede… Mary had known he was miserable before, obviously, but she had never fully appreciated what a stunted shell of a person he’d been worn down to until now. Because now he’s thriving, he’s happy and full of life and actually seems to fill up the space he’s taking now. Mary still isn’t in love with him, she never will be, but she doesn’t hate him any more either. She thinks they may be friends now.

Mary is really blossoming too. Not hating her husband has lifted a huge weight off of her, and exploring her passion for painting has really allowed her to find herself. And then there’s Doug, who is so sweet and so supportive. He really understands her, and she’s so happy having him around.

They encounter a Spanish vessel and are boarded under suspicion of being pirates. Unfortunately the Spaniards do not speak ecclesiastical Latin, but fortunately Olu does speak Spanish pretty well.

Not that well.

Jim ends up having to out themself — first as not a mute, and then just goes all in with not a man as well — but they are able to convince the Spanish that they aren’t pirates. Good. However, the Spanish captain is a total asshole and stabs Stede in the gut as they’re leaving just because he can. Less good.

Roach does what he can to treat Stede, but says it’s really bad, and they need to put into port as soon as possible.

The closest port is Nassau, aka the Republic of Pirates. Mary is initially against going there, figuring the next closest port would be less risky for everyone, including Stede, even if it’s further away. The entire crew ends up outing themselves as (former) pirates to convince her they can handle Nassau and everything will be fine.

Everything is not fine.

Blackbeard is also stopped at the Republic of Pirates at the moment and he takes an instant shine to Stede…’s ship. Definitely the ship. He decides to take the Royal James and add it to his flotilla, but that does leave the problem of the Bonnet family. He can’t kill them; he doesn’t kill kids unless they’re, like, really bad kids. He’s not a bloody monster. But just leaving them at Nassau is probably as good as a death sentence for this lot. So he decides to let them stay on the ship until he can drop them off at a different port. In fact, he’s feeling generous, so as long as they don’t make too much trouble he’ll sail them back home to Barbados even.

Mary and the kids will be staying on the Royal James, but not Stede. Stede is going to be brought aboard Ed’s ship, Queen Anne’s Revenge, as further insurance of good behavior. And Stede will be staying in the captain’s quarters with Ed because of… reasons. Very good reasons Ed doesn’t feel like sharing at the moment.

Oluwande and Jim also switch over to Queen Anne’s Revenge so Stede has some friendly faces to watch out for him. Black Pete really wanted to go over to Blackbeard’s ship as well, but Lucius felt he was most needed with the kids, and as much as Pete wanted to join Blackbeard, he wanted to stay with Lucius more. Awwww.

In exchange for Stede, Olu, and Jim, Ed sends Izzy, Fang, and Ivan over to the Royal James, with Izzy intended to be the new captain.

Izzy is a terrible captain, and everybody hates him.

Still, a standard throwing-him-overboard mutiny seems a bad idea with Blackbeard right there. Instead Mary and Lucius tag team him with a combo of girl power and bitch energy. Toxically masculine toxic bottom Izzy completely buckles under the pressure of that much fem dom.

Mary is the captain now.

Izzy runs crying to daddy, but Ed just finds the whole thing hilarious. Mary agrees to give up the Royal James upon reaching Barbados and to stay with the flotilla until then to protect Stede’s safety, but refuses to directly engage in pirate activity to protect the safety of her children. Ed finds those terms agreeable and Mary is allowed to stay captain. This is the last straw for Izzy and he leaves in an absolute snit. All that settled, they sail onward.

And onward.

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My #1 post of 2022

Thinking about Stede and how he’s concerned about his crew being potentially traumatized by violence and how encouraging and supportive he is of their creative endeavors and how he stood up for Ed against a room full of passive aggressive bullies and how he stood up for Buttons and Karl (RIP) against Jack being a violent bully and how he sat there with Ed as he was having a breakdown in that tub and reassured him that he was a good person and that Stede was his friend, and thinking about that one post that says something like you grow up to be the hero that wasn’t there to save you, and I’m just having a moment here, okay.

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norushtolive · 1 year ago

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Well... I'll start by saying that reading this chapter listening to the 3 tan playlist was the worst and the best choice I made tonight.

And with a drink in hand (one that I haven't drank since my university’s graduation party - there's a lot of history around this drink and this particular party... but I digress) I start the journey to Busted.

Warnings: this will most likely contain a lot of grammatical errors, me rambling about one of my favorite stories, some spoilers (?) and what is basically me talking to myself.

Should I be surprised that Ryen took me to a whole freaking rollercoaster of emotional ride, without holding my hand? No, because it's not the first time she's done that. 😤

From the get go: "Here goes nothing and everything"

We start to understand the history between OC and Jungkook and their past. And as much as I would like to be mad at him, just like Dom is, I can't help but feel somehow sorry for him too. We all do shit when we were young thinking it was the best thing for us and most of the time not realizing the consequences to other people's feelings and lives.

It's funny to me, and I find this quite the testament of Ryen's amazing writing, that I got really excited to peak a little into what happened to OC's parents. I remember back when I started reading this series (more than a year ago) when a few questions and hints were dropped around the parents. As I was reading not only the series, but this chapter especially, I was imagining what could have happened to them. In my mind it sure was something really tragic, something so deep that it justify all the overprotectiveness bro has towards OC.

How beautifully wrong and right was I proven. Tragic it was, for sure, but not the tragedy I was thinking. And that... that hurt deeply. I felt like now I could also understand a little more not only OC's but also bro's attitudes and ways of navigating the world and the relationships they've built. In my notes, that I was writing while reading, I left a question: How old were they when it happened? (this was right at the start, before we got to know what happened).

The emotions of all the characters in this chapter is so raw that is impossible not to feel for them and be aware of everything.

It's the way Jungkook is clearly hanging on by a thread of hope to get another chance with OC... he stalls in hopes to extended whatever time he has with her, he jokes to try lighten up the mood in the room and probably to hide how nervous and propably scared he is. I think he knew from the bottom of his heart that it wouldn't go the way he wanted to, but he had to give a try. He propably wouldn't be able to live with himself with the uncertanty of not knowing what could have happened if he didn't at least try.

He was brave, dangerously so, trying to stand face to face in a confrontation with bro. But boy oh boy did I want to scream at him: READ THE FUCKING ROOM DUDE! hahahaha

It's the way that bro is ready to step up and protect OC no matter what, no matter when or where. And OC's realization (again) that Yoongi is just the same.

And OC, my lovely character! The one I can honestly relate in a lot of ways and situations. How far has she come... from the insecure and unsure girl to the one who stands up for herself and is not taking shit, even when it's hard.

When she tells Jungkook: “We’re here to talk, not decorate, Jungkook.” it screamed empowerment to me... it must not have been easy for her to be in that situation, but she did her best. She was firm and straight forward, because it was what she needed to be to get things moving and done.

When she confronted her brother and made sure he understood that she didn't need him there. She can handle herself and I'm so proud of her.

Ahhhh and Yoongi... Yoongi, Yoongi. Ryen can't make me fall more in love with him... this man and his layers. When OC thinks everyone is oblivious to the fact that she'll be facing a difficult time before entering her room with Jungkook, I'm sure she doesn't realize that he might just have a clue. I'm convinced he's very aware of her in more ways than one.

"And the way he stares makes you wanna bolt from everyone entirely."

It's always the looks, glances and stares... and I'm a sucker for these. These tells us a lot more than any spoken words exchanged.

He's again at her side, always near, always ready for whatever she needs.

As the chapter progresses we start again to feel the inner struggles OC has... and how can she not? Can anyone blame her? She's starting to live a long distance relationship but he’s right there, so close and yet… and worst of it all.. it's one she can't openly feel, she can’t really externalize because there are consequences. The frustration, the guilt, the worry... How I want to wrap her in a blanket and take care of her. I'm just really glad that she has her friends, Tae especially (how I missed his ass)...

I won't say a lot more (cause I’m really not good at this), but all in all, this chapter is amazing from start to finish, which again, I'm not surprised one bit. I'm really glad that I got to be here and experience this as it's written and published. I know that if and when Ryen decides to have physical copies of this story, I'll be in line to get one, this needs to be in my bookshelf to reach for whenever I need the comfort.

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Now, some honorable metions from my notes (because I'm a clown, really):

"But Yoongi seems to have finally caught Jungkook’s attention, because his eyes haven’t broken their lock until you say something,"

boy oh boy… Jungkook is recognizing a certain look isnt he?

“I…” Don’t say it. Don’t tell him. “I still do.”

WHAAAAAAAAT?

"So while the resentment burned your heart, it didn’t quite rid you of affection. What you feel as a result is similar to before, but so very, very different. Subdued. Faded. Like jeans you wore constantly but haven’t touched in years."

Oh how i relate to this and understand it so well… yeah, surprised with her confession, but not really about her feelings…

"As always, Dominique is quick and to the point. “A man that’s waiting outside your door.”

DOM!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!

“Makes me wanna take you home.” TAKE HER HOME!!! TAKE! HER! HOME!!!!!

“For us,” he corrects, swooping in to give you one more soul-shattering kiss."

YOOOOONGIIIIIIIIIII

"It was just nights ago that you cradled all his moonlight in your palms.

And now you’ll be farther apart than stars."

NNOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Two whisky glasses even though there were plenty of solo cups to use."

two? yoongi and bro, right?

“So now, you get to hear the longest good night ever.”

Min fucking "fuckboy" Yoongi

and the guitar…

"And you’ve spent so many nights over there since then that Taehyung’s one of the people he calls if he’s looking for you."

funny that he still called Yoongi to look for you too huh?

"Well, maybe not. They’re best friends. But why would he—" Why does this feeds into my theory that Yoongi had a crush on her growing up, and somehow bro kinda knew?!

"Not unlike what’s happening between another pair of friends you know."

who? Yuri and Rohan? Is it Dom and Shiv? Please tell me they are a thing now? Pls pls pls

“I’ve always known you were amazing. But now you look like you know that, too.” TAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“You see what I see, right,” is all he whispers.

AGAIN TAAAAAAAAAAAE - can you hear my scream?

"Soon."

YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?????

"When it looks so beautiful, and feels smooth to the touch, you clutch the material in sorrow."

is this what i'm thinking of? 😏😏

JIMIN'S BALCONYYYYYYY - FIREWORKS OMG

"wondering why he dubs you his good luck charm when he puts guardian angels to shame." AAAAAAAAAAAAH

YES MY LOVE!!!!!! HELP

“Never fucking kicking you out.” His tight stroke launches you across space. “Don’t even think about saying that again.” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Don’t fall in love.”

MAYBE THAT'S TOO LATE?

LOLLIPOPS!!!!!!!!!!! RYEEEEEEN

"Never noticing how the shirt you’re wearing collects rain." Yooooongiiiii 😭😭😭😭😭

busted (3tan) (m) | myg

title: busted pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) , jungkook x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: when things go a bit south at your house party, decisions between you and yoongi have to be made. note: well. here we are, y’all. it’s been quite a long time, but we are back to regularly scheduled programming :’)) thank you to everyone that has supported and encouraged me throughout this whole process – and series, for that matter. i couldn’t have done this without y’all and the next part is already in the works. also i cried a lot writing this lol have fun! note 2: happy birthday, hedgehog! and to colourless and nicki and whoever else had birthdays recently, consider this my gift to y’all! warnings: language, the amount of content itself fck i’m so sorry, parties, alcohol consumption, tense situations, shoving, obligatory yoongi on the phone, ch*king, head/hair pulling, reader has a pain kink and it shows oops, angst, overthinking :((, penetrative s*x, chains but come on now, protective s*x, cowgirl, or*l (m/f rec), edg*ng a ha ha, thro*tf*cking, kissing :’))), kissing D:, did i say angst?, bro😵‍💫, but also bro😭, jungkook gets a warning too, yoongi’s jeans are as ripped as he is heyo, hitting from the b b back, yoongi king of consent sheesh, multiple org*sms, spitting lmfao, sl*t/wh*re mentions, yoongi jfc lol, the aftercare y’all i–😭, the ending🧍 drop date: june 9th, 2023, 7:17pm est word count: 18.8k gdi

Here goes nothing and everything.

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#i'm so bad at this #i'm so sorry #I was planning on doing a reread and post my thoughts on each chapter before the drop #but life is crazy and I didn't get to it in time before the drop #I'll get to them as soon as I can #trish reads #bookshelf

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leossmoonn · 3 years ago

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Personal Pillow

masterlist

pairing - jess mariano x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - requested by @elovescm “ok so i’m thinking jess mariano x fem!reader in which reader calls jess & says she can’t sleep so jess climbs in through her window to cuddle and read her to sleep <3 and just to add a little something - jess definitely would be very touchy (not necessarily in a sexual way) like playing with your hair etc” . not really edited, enjoy!

summary - jess comforts you after a restless night

warnings / includes - very mild language (like on or two words), lots of loving touching (hair playing, back scratching, etc.), kissing, jess reading little experts from the color purple (literally one of the best books ever)

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*gif isn’t mine*

“c’mon, pick up, pick up,” you muttered as you laid by the phone, praying that your boyfriend was also having a sleepless night, or was still for other reasons.

“hello?” jess picked up after the fifth trill.

“oh, thank god,” you muttered. “y/n, what’s up? it’s one in the morning,” jess asked.

“i’m having a lot of trouble sleeping. every time i try to sleep i feel so uncomfortable. i have weird dreams and i just wanted to talk to you,” you explained.

“i’m sorry,” jess sighed groggily. “it’s fine. i don’t know why my brain and body won’t shut up. i know it’s fall break, but i’d still like to get a decent amount of sleep,” you huffed.

“let me see if i can help,” jess said. “please do,” you exhaled deeply.

you heard some rustling from his end before he talked again.

“your folks still in south carolina?” he asked. “yep, and won’t be back until tomorrow night,” you answered. “great,” jess said, a hint of a smile in his voice.

you didn’t think anything of it, though. it was best not to question him and his devious plans. you would always find out later, anyways.

“it’s really weird not having them here. i know i’m almost an adult, but it’s still weird to be alone here. like, this house is too big for just one person. it feels so cold and lonely and… ah, i’m creeping myself out.” your heart started to race and you shrunk back in your bed, finding comfort in your warm blankets.

“don’t think about that. think about… all of the cute decorations your mom is bringing back to you.”

“mm, yeah, i am excited for that. i love souvenirs,” you smiled. “i know you do. you better not break those, though. remember that one keychain i bought you when i went to michigan with my mom, and you somehow broke it by dropping it?” jess teased.

“ah, yes! but that wasn’t my fault. it was made poorly,” you giggled. “mhm, sure. you just don’t want to admit you’re clumsy,” jess stated.

“well, because i’m not!” you denied. “yeah, when you’re not clumsy, pigs will fly,” jess snorted.

“i thought you were here to make me feel better, not worse,” you pouted. “oh, i’m sorry, bubs. you know it’s all in good fun, though,” he said. you could hear his smirk.

“yeah, i know,” you smiled.

you frowned as you heard footsteps from outside. twigs were snapping, leaves crackling; it was like you were in your own stephen king book.

“jess,” you called out wearily. “what’s wrong?” jess asked. “i-i think someone is outside my window,” you whispered. “i’m going to hang up, and-and call the police.”

“no, y/n! it’s me!” jess exclaimed. you then heard a knock on your window, the same sound coming from his end of the line.

“what?” you jumped out of bed, running to your window, gasping to see jess down below, holding a few pebbles. he was in a wife-beater and blue and green plaid pajama pants. a smile lit up your face and you hung up the phone, hastily pushing the window open. “what are you doing here?” you whisper-shouted.

“well, you said you couldn’t sleep and that you wanted me to be here, so here i am,” he grinned.

you laughed, “i meant on the phone, silly.” “oh, so you’d rather me just go back home?” he tilted his head.

“no! i just… you are just full of surprises, mariano,” you sighed dreamily. “why, thank you. now, hold this ladder,” he said, putting the ladder against your wall.

“you brought a ladder?” you raised a brow. “yeah, how else was i supposed to get up through your window?” he smirked.

“you can just walk through the door, you know.”

“and that would ruin this romeo and juliet thing i got goin’ on.”

“i didn’t know you were such a romantic,” you teased. “you know you love it,” he winked.

you moved back so he could climb into your room. once he got in, you shut the window, then turning your attention to him.

“hello, beautiful,” he grinned at you. your body warmed under his gaze and you looked at him shyly, your eyelids lulling shut. your brain and body seemed to finally relax from just him being in your vicinity. it was magic how someone you loved could make you go from scared and lonely to warm and fuzzy.

“hey, handsome,” you grinned back.

his hand reached up to your face, cupping your cheek. his thumb ran across your cheekbone back-and-forth. you nuzzled into his touch, looking into his eyes with sparkling, dazed eyes. his other hand gripped your hip, caressing your skin through your over-sized tee. you watched his big, pretty brown eyes waver from your eyes to your lips. you both started to lean in, your noses rubbing together. your breathing stopped momentarily as his lips brushed against yours. so soft and gentle, you could faint.

his lips engulfed yours in a wet, tender kiss. you sighed contently, your hands crawling up his arms and up to his disheveled hair. your fingers ran through his raven locks, cradling his head closer to yours. his hand that was on your cheek went to the back of your head, running his fingers through your tangled hair.

he pulled away slowly after a few more moment, eyes fluttering open. “wanna go back to bed and cuddle?”

“yes, please,” you nodded eagerly.

he slipped his hand into yours as you led him to your bed. you both climbed in, you laying you head on his chest as soon as he got settled. you closed your eyes, bunching up his shirt in your hands.

“feel better?” he asked. “mhm,” you nodded.

“are you going back to sleep?” he asked. you hummed in thought, peering up at him. “maybe in a few minutes. i want to stay awake for as long as possible while you’re here.”

“you should go to sleep now, baby. i’ll be here when you wake up in the morning.”

“you better,” you pouted. “of course, dove.” he sat up, bringing his lips to your forehead.

you closed your eyes, butterflies fluttering in your chest. he laid back down on your pillow, bringing his arm up and sliding it behind his head.

“so, what exactly is making you uncomfortable when you try to sleep?” he asked. “i’m either too hot, too cold. my shirt, like, wraps around my body and suffocates me. oh, and the washing machine is going and it keeps waking me up. it’s creeping me out and stuff.”

“i’m sorry to hear that. well, you know, if the sock goblin jumps out of the washer and dryer and makes its way up to your room, i’ll protect you.”

you giggled, looking up at him. “why, thank you. my knight in shining armour.”

“you know me,” he remarked.

“did i wake you up?” you asked, worry suddenly clouding your mind. “kind of. i had just gotten finished with reading and was trying to go to sleep,” he explained.

“oh, i’m sorry.”

“no worries. i’ll sleep better here anyways.”

“mmm, always the charmer.” “i get it from my dad,” he snorted.

“you sure you didn’t get it from you mom’s side? you know, from luke and them?” you teased.

he grimaced, “don’t even start.” you giggled, “you love me.”

“that i do,” he confirmed.

“well, do you mind doing some more reading? help me go to sleep?” you asked.

“of course not,” he nodded. he turned his head to your nightstand, picking up the color purple. “i thought you had already read this?”

“it’s one of my favorites,” you yawned and shrugged. he chuckled, “mine, too.”

he opened to the page where you had placed your book mark. he held the book open with one hand, stroking your head with the other. he started to read from the top of the page, his voice changing pitches as he read the dialogue between characters.

his voice was music to your ears. it was low, raspy, but mellow. his eyes followed the words, rapidly going from one sentence to another. he spoke smoothly, barely any pauses of stuttering. it was amazing how fluid he was.

“here’s the thing, say shut. the thing i believe. god is inside you and inside everybody else. you come into the world with god. but only them that search for it inside find it. and sometimes it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don’t know what you looking for. trouble do it for most folks, i think. sorrow, lord feeling like shit. it? i ast. yeah, it. god ain’t a he or a she, but a it.”

“shug is a genius,” you mumbled. “that she is,” jess agreed.

he kept on reading. this was your favourite letter that celie wrote in the book. there was so many lessons to learn from the color purple. so much truth in the words that celie wrote to nettie and god. you had always read the color purple once a year, around this time. not reading it would be like caffeine withdrawal. it was even better now since jess was reading to you.

his fingers twirled your hair around his fingers, massaging your scalp. you breathed in deeply, his masculine, sweet scent filling your nostrils. you breathed out, shoulders falling up and down dramatically. you closed your eyes, basking in his voice, his chest rising and falling, his fingers that were now gently scratching your back. the pads of his fingers crawled up your back, diving under your shirt. you shivered in pleasure at his warm touch, your muscles going limp.

“i believe god is everything, say shug. everything that is or ever was or ever will be. and when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you’ve found It.”

“this is making me cry,” you laughed softly. jess looked down at you, smiling fondly. his hand went back up to your head, running his fingers through your hair. “powerful stuff, huh?”

“it is to me,” you nodded. “well, it is to me, too,” jess said.

you laughed, “yeah, right. you’ve read this book like, once, and you didn’t even read it. you just skimmed.”

“well, i might have to take another look at it after tonight.”

“you can borrow my copy,” you offered. “just don’t write in it in, okay? you’re annotating drives me crazy.”

jess chuckled, “i’ll do my best.”

you sat up, your elbow holding you up. “if i see even a tiny dot of ink, you will never see your records again.”

jess grinned, admiring your barred teeth and furrowed brows. “yes, ma’am.”

you leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. you laid your head back down on his chest, closing your eyes once again.

“you’re like, my personal pillow, you know? so comfortable and warm.” you snuggled deeper into his chest.

“well, i’m glad to be of service,” he rubbed your back.

you sighed contently as he massaged your shoulders, working out all the knots and kinks that had developed from midterms last week.

“thank you,” you said. “well, i’m your boyfriend. this is what i’m supposed to do, you know,” he shrugged,

“no,” you shook your head slowly. “you could’ve just stayed on the phone with me. talk to me about your book and how much you hate working at the diner. but no, you came here in the middle of the night, carrying a ladder. you are just the best.”

“i love you, y/n,” he spoke softly. “i would do anything. even if that means carrying a ladder for a mile.”

you smiled as you began to lull to sleep. you clutched his tank top, inhaling his scent one more time. jess peered down at you, watching you with loving eyes as you fell into a deep sleep. he smiled, his hand returning to your scalp. he entangled his fingers in your soft locks, massaging your scalp once more.

“goodnight, bubs. sweet dreams.”

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Heavy

This was written for @jay-and-dean‘s 3k celebration.

My prompts were: I had Sam (3rd char) + Someone is hurt + Prompt #11 (“You said that 3 times already, I get it.”)

Summary: It’s Dean’s birthday and everything goes wrong.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, an unnamed boy

Warnings: angst, language, bad luck, birthday blues, it’s Dean’s birthday, getting old, grumpy Dean, hurt Dean, fun, a hint of crack, written in Dean’s pov ;)

Words: 1,7 k

Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics

Dean’s PoV

“Son of a bitch,” I grunt, groaning a little too loud as I step out of the grocery store only to drop the bag full of my favorite sins. “No, not the bottle.”

Pathetic, I know. But I want to shed a tear for the wasted booze. It was my favorite and now, it lies abandoned on the sidewalk, broken like me.

It’s my birthday and I wanted to do something nice for myself. I bought pie, booze, beer, and the latest issue of Busty Asian Beauties. Damnit, now I got no money left and my booze is already gone.

My pie swims in a sea of beer and booze and, of course, my Asian beauties didn’t make it out alive. In other words, it's a usual day in my life.

“Fuck this,” I close my eyes, inhaling deeply. “One,” I grunt. “Two.” Fuck, this doesn’t work. “Three.” Whoever dares to even look at me the wrong way will feel my wrath. “Four,” Y/N said this will help me control my anger. “Five.” Yeah, it’s not working at all.

“I need to find something to kill,” I abandon my ruined bag full of goods and walk back toward my beloved car, empty-handed. Now I will spend my birthday alone at the bunker as my brother and Y/N decided it’s time to buy more ancient books. “I love books.”

Boy, I’m still pissed when I open the door to the driver’s seat. I bend down to throw my wallet onto the passenger seat only to hear something crack in my back. I grunt in pain, trying to straighten my back but it hurts so bad I can only crawl onto the seat.

Now I lie with my upper body over the seat while my ass and legs are still hanging out of the car. “Fuck’s sake. You fucking son of a bitch! Today out of all days you want to piss me off?”

“Dude, what happened?” someone snickers behind my back. I know that voice. It’s the annoying kid working at the post office in town. I hate him. He always looks at Y/N as if she’s his latest meal. Fucking creep.

“I love to hang over the seat,” I say, sarcastically. “What else do you want to know?”

“I can see the crack of your ass,” he giggles like a schoolgirl. “Dude…that’s so funny…”

“Fuck’s sake, call Y/N or my brother and tell them I got hurt!” I snarl in the boy's direction, hoping he’ll have enough sense of decency to call someone to help me. “Now!”

“Uh, Y/N is such a sexy minx,” I’d like to strangle the boy, but right now, I can barely move. “Lemme call her. I bet she will love to see me before the weekend. Maybe she’ll agree to go out with me.”

“Damnit, call her,” he steps closer to poke my ass with a stick, at least I hope it’s a stick. “What?”

“I don’t have her number. Can you give it to me?” I hate to give Y/N’s number to that boy, but I got no choice. Fucking life.

“Fine, it’s…” I wiggle on the seat, grunting in pain as the boy dials Y/N’s number. I only hope she won’t strangle me for ruining her shopping trip with Sam.

“She’ll be here in ten,” I sigh, relieved my brother and Y/N didn’t already leave the bunker. At least someone will come for my aid. “Damn, she will see your ass too. I bet she’ll take a picture.”

“I swear, if you take a picture, you are dead by the end of the day,” I threaten. “Y/N will never talk to you too. She will hate you for the rest of her life.”

“Fine, gramps. No pictures of your misery,” the boy chuckles, running off as I lie there on my seat, cursing my back.

“DEAN! Fuck, what happened?” I can hear Y/N’s panicked voice not ten minutes after the boy left my side. “Shit, where does it hurt?”

“My back,” I whine as Y/N moves her hands over my back, fingertips digging into my muscles. “I can’t get up, sweetheart.”

“Dude, what did you do?” the boy is back, and I already look for my gun to shoot him. “You’re really old, huh?”

“I’m forty-two,” I retort. “Forty is the new twenty.” Y/N moves her hands to my pants to tug at the fabric, helping to cover my ass.

“He’s turning forty-three today,” she tuts, hands now moving to my waistline. “Damn, you put a number on your back, huh?” Y/N muses, hands wandering back to my ass to feel me up. “He’s getting old.”

I yelp, hissing in pain seconds later as I moved a little too fast. “Sweetheart do not take advantage of me! And I’m not getting old. I’m like fine wine. Well-aged.”

“Well-aged?” the boy laughs behind my back and boy; do I hate that brat. “You’re an old man, not able to get up. I bet you can’t—”

“Don’t end that line,” Y/N grunts. “Thanks for calling, but now leave us alone, and lose my number. Fucking kids these days…”

“Kids?” I tilt my head to look at Y/N who seems to be lost in thoughts. “Y/N, what are you doing? I need to get back up.”

“Nah, you won’t move, Winchester. You’re hurt, and your back will get worse if you move. Now lie there and wait for Sam and Castiel to come around.”

“You called them too?” I bury my face in the leather seat, sighing deeply. “Great. Sammy won’t stop teasing me. He’ll laugh about his old brother.”

“Just wait here. Lie still and lemme handle this,” Y/N says as she moves her hands back to my ass, squeezing my cheeks. “Hmm…your ass is fine, I guess. Must be the back.”

“What happened?” Sam snorts as I lie on the seat, defeated by my own body. “Dude, you—” he laughs loudly, and I bet he will take a picture too.

“Stop laughing and help me, asshat,” Y/N mutters, pushing my brother toward my car. “Where’s Cas? I need him to heal Dean!”

“He’s unavailable or something. Angel business, ya know,” my brother says, and I fear that I’ll spend my birthday like that, unable to move. “We can handle this, Y/N. We only need to get him into the backseat.”

“Oh, yeah. And how do you want to get that tall guy onto the backseat, genius,” she undoubtedly has her hands on her hips and cocks her head. “I had the same idea, but he’s too heavy.”

“I’m not heavy,” I complain. “Do not call me heavy!” first they call me old and now I’m heavy too? I will kick their asses when I feel better. That’s a matter of fact!

“Aw, you’re cute when grumpy,” Y/N coos in my ear as she leans over me. I feel her hands wander to my waist, and I yelp again as she drags me out of the car. “Sam, his upper body!”

Right in time, my brother grasps for my shoulders, or I would’ve ended up face first in the dirt. “I hate both of you,” I grumble as they carry me toward the backseat of my car. “Hey, careful with the goods.”

“Shut up, you’re heavy,” Y/N pants as Sam tries to shove me onto the backseat. Y/N holds my legs in a tight grip as my brother simply shoves me onto the leather seat, snickering as I whine in pain. “Now, all is good. Heavy man landed on the seat.”

“You said that 3 times already, I get it,” Y/N rounds the car to carefully put her jacket under my head. “Stop saying I'm heavy,” I whine, hating she thinks I’m fat. “I’m not heavy.”

“Aw, you’re so cute,” at least she pecks my head before Sam and her try to get the rest of me into the car, making me cry out in pain as I end up in an odd position. “Fuck, almost done.” She pants while Sam and her work in sync to stuff me into the backseat. I don’t know how, but they made it.

“Done,” I hear my brother grunt. “Happy birthday. You’re getting old…jerk.”

“Bitch,” I snarl in his direction. “I swear, if you scratch my car hippie, you are done for…”

“There, all good now,” I smile up at Y/N, nodding as I feel like I’m walking on air. She gave me the good stuff. Thanks to the pills, my pain is gone.

She and Sam tugged me in bed, and now Y/N is hovering over me like a mother hen, she stuffs pillows behind my back, fluffing them before she covers me with a warm blanket.

“Happy birthday, my heavy hero,” I hope the face I give her is a bitchface, but I’m not sure right now. “You know, I like you are heavy. I can imagine it feels good to have your weight on top of me.

“Sonofabitch,” I slur, looking up at Y/N as she pecks my cheek. “You smell like pie,” I groan as Y/N holds a slice of pie in her hands. “Uh—it’s burning.”

“That’s a candle, Dean,” she laughs wholeheartedly. “Castiel will be back soon. Until then, I’ll nurse you back to life. We will start with eating the pie I baked for your birthday and later, you’ll get some greasy food. If you need more pain meds, I’m your girl.”

“You’ve got the good stuff, huh?,” I look at her, making Y/N chuckle. “What else do you have?” she smirks as I slur the words.

“We prepared a birthday party for you, Dean. I had hoped to celebrate your birthday with you,” she sits next to me to lean her head against my shoulder. “Blow it out and make a wish. But don’t tell me.”

I look at the pie, smirking as I got something dirty in my mind. Of course, I can’t move right now. But when I’m healthy again, I let Y/N feel my weight on top of her with pleasure.

“Dirty old man,” she whispers in my ear after I blow out the candle. I chuckle as Y/N seems to read my mind. “I wouldn’t mind, though. Just don’t hurt your back again while going at it…”

“Sonofabitch…!”

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assholepants · 7 months ago

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Like John is a character but he's also like the symbolic idea of a Protagonist. He's the first character we meet, the first one we control, whenever there's Tutorial Style Exposition it's delivered directly to John. John is the character we control in all the early flashes. And also like. While the other 3 kids gain their powers through external means (Dave gets his turntables from future Dave, Rose obtains knowledge of the future from a variety of sources, Jade fuses with Bec), John gets his wind powers in a deeply stereotypical moment of 'Protagonist focuses really hard during a moment of peril and find the power was inside them all along!'. People often talk about John as a character who is constantly repressing things, and I think part of that reflects the kind of ignorance Characters need to have to exist within a narrative without becoming aware of it.

Rose as Reader in that she functions as John's server player and is able to watch him as he begins his Hero's Journey Steps. Also in that she's able to interact with John's environment and often ends up telling him what to do in the same way that homestuck readers were able to give commands. But also the way Rose's seer powers work whereby she gathers information from a bunch of different sources in the narrative and strings them together to predict what will happen, much like a reader base picking up on hints and foreshadowing to create theories and expectations of what will happen later in the story. Plus the fact that sometimes she does this and she's Wrong. She falls for red herrings and then Doc Scratch, another author insert figure, comes in to laugh at her for falling for red herrings, as Hussie often did to the actual Reader base at the time.

Dave as authorial insert I feel has been covered in pretty extensive detail by Homestuck Made This World, but to recap. Dave's first dialogue being a real chat log between Hussie and a friend, meaning that from there Dave has to use Hussie's real life chat voice. Dave making weird meta comments and also Dave being the one to do some of the Tutorial dialogue with John towards the beginning. And then also like, Dave as a time player is able to create and see offshoot timelines, which I've always viewed as paths the narrative could have taken but ultimately didn't. An author would also be making these offshoot paths and then going back and deleting them until you're left with the main narrative. I know something like homestuck wouldn't do this in the traditional sense of like drafts and editing, but the author would still likely have a lot of ideas about where the story could go that ultimately don't get used. And finally, as Hussie becomes disenchanted with homestuck as a property, it seems that Dave's attitude towards his role in the work also becomes increasingly negative.

And then Jade as Narrative. Jade's house is full of artefacts from skaia and paradox space, which in and of itself is a symbolic stand in for the concept of a Narrative. Unlike Rose, when Jade sees the future she does not see a variety of possibilities and then made accurate educated guesses about which one is most likely. For Jade the story is already written and all she is seeing is fixed narrative pinch points and plot beats. Jade's ability to see the future gives her awareness of the narrative consequences of her actions, but also gives her awareness that her actions are not her own and that everything she does is pre-determined. Jade also spends large portions of the comic orchestrating plot beats with full awareness that this is what she's doing. I'd even go as far as to say that her foreknowledge of where the narrative is headed is what allows the narrative to begin, by telling Rose that she's going to play a game and see her cat again, thus prompting Rose to be on John's case the day Sburb drops.

For John, homestuck is a story that he is living day to day. For Rose, homestuck is a story that she can observe, in order to create accurate theories as to its trajectory. For Dave, homestuck is a story with many potential paths, that he can write and rewrite until he creates the main path. And for Jade, homestuck is a story that has already been written, and she is playing her part in taking it to its conclusion.

There's something to be said there about John as Character, Rose as Audience, Dave as Author and Jade as Narrative but I don't have full sentences rn

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years ago

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howard stern

I'M BACK BESTIES!!!!! i'm not totally back to my normal writing, but I finally got through a whole piece! anyways I really liked this and i hope you do too :)

warnings: howard stern being a bitch, talk of weight & body image

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"Hello Harry, how are you doing today?"

"I'm well, thank you," Harry answered with a smile. He was on the Howard Stern Show, his first interview since Stevie had been born. He hadn't really wanted to; Howard was kind of a prick. Everyone knew this, but Jeff was convinced this was the right move. He said it would be good for Harry to get back into the swing of things, and no one else was available on short notice. In the end, Harry only agreed because you had pushed him to, reminding him it wouldn't be a very long interview and then he wouldn't have to interact with the abrasive man again for a long time.

"That's good to hear," Howard said. "How have you been these past couple months? Have you been getting anything done?"

"Not much that's music related, honestly," Harry laughed. "I've been busy with family things."

"Yeah, you've kind of been hiding away from the world for a while here, what's that about?"

"Well, as I'm sure you already know, my wonderful wife had a baby recently, so I've been pretty busy... just navigating the world of fatherhood." A smile crept onto his face at the mention of Stevie.

"That's a lot, isn't it? Babies are awful at that age," Howard chuckled.

"Uh- I wouldn't say awful," Harry's smile dropped a little and he sighed internally. He already knew how the rest of this interview would go: thinly veiled insults, questions that were way too personal, and having to pretend he didn't want to get up and walk out of the room. But he knew that wouldn't be a very good look for him, so he gritted his teeth and tried to think of happy things. Specifically, the fact that he would get to go home to his wife and baby in less than two hours. "She's a very sweet baby, we're completely in love with her."

"Yeah, sometimes they're cute, but mostly they just cry and wake you up in the night, don't they?" Howard asked smugly, as if he knew Harry's baby better than Harry did.

"Well, of course she wakes up in the night sometimes. She's hungry, can't blame her for wanting food, can I?" Harry asked, trying to speak lightly and with a smile, but he could feel his patience slipping. He was ready to go home and he was not in the mood to pretend to be happy when this man was clearly insulting his child.

"Sure, I just wish babies could be a bit less annoying when they want something."

Harry nodded, plastering a smile that hopefully looked real on his face.

"So, besides the annoying baby, how's the family? Everybody healthy over there?"

Harry nodded. "Everybody's happy and healthy. A little sleep deprived, of course, but we're managing well, i think. And by we, I mean Y/N. She's truly... just amazing. I have no idea how she does it- she's the one keeping everything together. There's no way I could do any of this without her."

"Yeah, she seems pretty great! I remember though, at first we were all a little uncertain about her. She's not exactly like the other women you have a history with, is she?"

"She's-" Harry started talking, but Howard cut him off.

"I just mean, we were used to seeing you with models and actresses and the like, so it was a bit of a shock to see you with one of us commoners, you know?"

Harry huffed a small laugh, still trying to sound polite. "When you love someone, that's all that matters."

"Right, of course, but don't you get bored sometimes? You stopped going out so much when you got with her, almost like she was keeping you captive or something," He laughed.

"Are you asking me if my wife forced me to stop hanging out with my friends?" Harry squinted at the man.

"No, of course not, but..." He leaned closer with a malicious gleam in his eye, like he was about to hear some big secret. "Did she?"

"No," Harry said firmly. "She did not."

"Okay, okay, if you say so," Howard put his hands up, but then he leaned in again and spoke in an exaggerated whisper. "Blink twice if you need help."

Harry played it off with a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest.

"He's good," Howard laughed loudly. "Anyways, let's move on. Since you two are supposedly so happy-" He paused again, as if he expected Harry to cut it and give some dramatic confession about how terrible his relationship was behind closed doors. Harry only raised his eyebrows, signaling him to continue talking. "Tell us about that. When did you two get married again?"

"Almost 2 years ago," Harry said with a smile. "Our anniversary is coming up, actually, it's in 3 weeks."

"Oh wow, you guys moved fast with the whole kid thing, huh?"

Harry nodded. "We both knew we wanted kids and were ready to have them, so... yeah."

"Yeah, no point wasting time, right? How was Y/N after having the baby- Stevie, right?"

"Yeah, her name is Stevie," Harry smiled. "She was good. Again, she's amazing for going through that. She's- i'm just so lucky to have her."

"Did she bounce back right away?"

"I'm sorry?" Harry's brow furrowed.

"You know, did she get her figure back fast? I know that's a big issue for some women," He laughed again.

"Are you-" All traces of Harry's smile were gone now.

"I just mean, I hope she's working to get rid of the baby weight," Howard said casually, as if his words weren't extremely rude. "Just to make sure she can fit into her old clothes!"

Harry cleared his throat. He knew he had to speak very carefully, since this was something you had been very self conscious about. "Well, the two of us are concerned with the new life she brought into the world, not some old clothes, but she looks as beautiful as ever. The amount of pressure women face to live up to certain standards is disgusting to me, and it's especially bad for new mothers. My wife just went through an incredible process, she grew an entire human being in 9 months, then went through labor and the delivery, and she's being told to worry about her figure? That's wrong."

"Right, right, of course," Howard smiled, but Harry could tell he was annoyed at how he couldn't be tricked into speaking badly about his wife.

"I'm really over the whole thing, honestly," Harry said. "And I'm not even the one going through it."

Howard laughed nervously, seeming to finally take the hint that Harry was uncomfortable and annoyed with the topic. "Let's talk about your latest movie, why don't we?"

Harry was closed off through the rest of the interview; anyone could see that. He laughed less, his arms stayed crossed, and his answers were short. He was professional, but it went no farther than that. There was no more playful joking or easy conversation, just Harry trying to get through the interview as fast as he could. When it finally came to a close after his final song, Harry couldn't pack up fast enough. He made sure to say a polite thanks and goodbye before he hurried out to his car.

He sighed deeply before picking up his phone to call you.

"Hi baby!" your happy voice came from the other end. That was good, he assumed that meant you hadn't listened to the interview yet.

"Hi love," he smiled, his mood already improving just from hearing your voice. "Did you listen to the interview?"

"I have been- I couldn't right at the beginning, Stevie was crying, but I caught the end. Why?"

"Why was she crying?" Harry ignored your question, instantly worrying about his baby.

"Sometimes babies cry for no reason, Harry. She's okay, I promise. Anyways, what's up with the interview?"

Harry sighed. "Just the normal for a Howard Stern interview- he asked some very personal and rude questions. Just prepare for that."

"What else is new?" You laughed. "Are you coming right home?"

"Yeah, unless you need anything?"

"Nope, I think I'm good. See you soon!"

"Love you, bye," Harry said, ending the call and starting the car to begin the drive home.

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"I'm home," Harry called, removing his coat as he walked in the door.

"We're in here," you responded, not moving from your spot on the couch where you were nursing Stevie.

Harry walked in, a small smile on his face as he looked at the two of you.

"Hi," He sighed, plopping down on the couch next to you.

"That bad, huh?" You asked, taking in his dejected tone.

He hummed in response, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Those interviews are... always something."

"Yeah, I only caught the end, but you sounded pretty upset. What did he say?"

"He just..." Harry shook his head. "I don't think you should listen to it."

You turned your head to look at him. "Why not?"

"He's just very rude and pushy, as always."

"Yeah, i figured, but I wanted to hear your songs," you argued with a small frown. "Did he say something really bad, or...?"

"He just makes some very impolite comments about you and our family."

"Oh," You nodded lightly. "I think I'll be okay, baby. I appreciate you trying to protect my feelings, but I'm used to it at this point, and I really couldn't care less about his opinion of me."

"Alright," he sighed. "If you're sure." He pulled out his phone, checking his email and going through some messages while you started the interview from the beginning. You could hear him grumbling under his breath and huffing every time Howard said something rude, but you ignored it, just laying a hand on his leg to calm him down.

By the time it was over, Harry was clearly not too happy. "I can't believe I went back on that show," he shook his head. "I'm never doing that again. I'm so sorry about what he said about you, I honestly should have just left-"

"It's okay," you cut him off with a smile. "Also, it was kind of hot to hear you get mad at him."

"Yeah?" He smiled back. "I thought I was very tame, actually. I wanted to say some other things, but I figured that wouldn't be a very good look for me."

"Right, but the way you attacked him but stayed professional... very hot," you laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," He smiled, turning his head to kiss your cheek in return. "Is she done? I really need to hold her after the day I've had," He sighed dramatically, throwing his head back.

"I'm sure," you laughed, handing Stevie over to him and pulling your shirt back into place. "She's all yours."

"Hi baby," he cooed, holding her close to his chest. "I missed you so much."

Stevie yawned in response, cuddling into him.

"Oh, you missed me too?" He grinned. "See that? She missed me."

"She did," You agreed. "She was looking around when she heard your voice on the interview, she wanted to know where you were."

"I'm sorry," he pouted down at her. "I'll never go away again, and I'll never let the bad man be mean to you again."

"I don't think she's too upset about it, Harry," you laughed. "She is only 3 months old. She didn't exactly understand anything that went on."

"Excuse me," he said, looking very offended. "She may only be 3 months old, but she's very smart."

"Right, she's a genius baby, how could I forget?"

"I don't know," Harry shook his head at Stevie. "How could she forget how smart you are, hmm?"

Stevie yawned again, stretching her arms above her head.

"She's ready to take a nap," you said.

"Can I just hold her? I know it's not a good habit, to let her be held to sleep, but I don't want to put her down yet," Harry said, looking up with such pleading eyes, you couldn't possibly say no. Not like you would have said no anyways, but he didn't need to know that.

"Of course you can," you stood up, kissing his forehead before you turned away. "I'm gonna do the dishes, then we can watch something if you want."

"No, let me do those," he immediately protested.

"Harry, it's okay, I haven't done anything around the house since she was born-"

"And I'm not about to let you start now," he cut you off. "Come back here, please? Let's start that new show we were looking at the other night."

"Fine, but later I'm going to help you with the dishes."

"Fine," he smiled, agreeing with your compromise, even though you both knew he would argue later. "Now come back here."

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years ago

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Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 5.5 Bonus

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language Warnings: None Summary: Local feral human spends some time with their new family. Four short bits featuring Daphne (Maiden OC), Bela, Lady D, Daniela, and a surprise guest. Enjoy. Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!, 3: Haunt Me Dearly, 4: Portraits For Ghosts, 5: Heart Of The Matter

5.5: Family

“Wait, you’re telling me that you came here willingly?” You asked, mouth agape, eyes wide. It felt like every time you talked to Daphne she had something incredible to say. Which was, of course, why she was your favorite maiden to talk to. That, and the fact that she had adapted so quickly to your ‘charming personality’. So far she was the only servant you had been willing to be honest with. Mainly about your feelings regarding your blood bond, but also just about your relationship with Cassandra in general. Something about Daphne simply made her incredibly approachable. From what you had heard, you weren’t the only one to think as such, with her being fairly popular among the castle workers.

“More of us do than you might expect. Some consider it an honor to serve one of the four Lords, and Castle Dimitrescu is certainly… nicer than either the factory or the reservoir. Personally, I came here for a friend of mine. She, well, had less of a choice. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being here without knowing anyone, so it felt like I only had one option. Can’t say I regret my decision, if you can believe it,” Daphne explained, folding laundry all the while. At the same time, you carefully sort through the not yet washed clothing, separating them into two baskets. After all, you wouldn’t want Lady Dimitrescu to end up with a pink dress! Technically this wasn’t your job, nor did you have a job at all, but you hated having idle hands- especially when talking to someone who was working. At first Daphne had protested, but she had given in upon realizing just how stubborn you could be.

“That’s… impressive. I mean, holy shit, that's a real ride or die friendship right there. Is she, uh, is your friend still, you know, around?” You stuttered, cursing your tongue for asking such a thing. If the answer was no, you were going to feel like a real asshole. Which, admittedly, you had a tendency to be. But this wasn’t one of the times where it was intentional. Thankfully, Daphne is all smiles, and even seems amused by your spluttering.

“Yes, we’re even roommates. Well, us and five others. Possibly with a sixth one on the way, if we ever get someone to fill the empty space,” she replies, pausing to think. Then she’s back to work, refusing to waste any time. “Speaking of roommates… I know I said I’m not one for gossip, and I meant it, but a little songbird told me that Cassandra seems to be in a much better mood these days. Are the two of you, well, getting along? It would be nice to know that soulmates can overcome even the roughest of introductions.” There’s a hint of something odd in her tone, and you take a moment to wonder what she’s (unintentionally) hinting at. Had she met her soulmate, only for things to go poorly?... Before answering her, you make a mental note, deciding to see if any of the other maidens had a scar across their nose.

“It’s not like she and I are dating or anything. We’re just, you know, not hating each other. Currently,” you said, shrugging. But Daphne raises an eyebrow at you, and you find yourself instinctively feeling guilty, somehow feeling small next to the shortest person you knew. “Alright, alright, we might have… Okay we kissed. And promised each other not to die, because having your soulmate die hurts like hell. Also maybe she showed me her mom’s art collection and I made a joke about the titty sculptures because holy shit, this house has a lot of titties.” At this, Daphne bursts into laughter, grinning from ear to ear.

“Amen to that, for sure.”

ii.

“So… fan of science, I see,” you say, awkwardly, bouncing a little on your heels. Next to you is the eldest Dimitrescu daughter, who had unexpectedly joined your table in the library. There were several other places she could have sat, with both more comfortable seating and more workspace, but for some reason she had chosen here. So far she hadn’t said a word. Hell, you hadn’t spoken to her since your first meeting, where she had suggested killing you. Naturally, you weren’t quite sure what to make of her. Something told you that she felt much the same about yourself.

“Fan of oversimplification, I see,” Bela counters, after a few tense seconds. Then she sets down her book- a heavy text about Romanian avian fauna- to give you her full attention. “It would be more accurate to say that I enjoy studying biology, particularly the branch of zoology.” Well, this conversation was certainly… happening. Honestly, you couldn’t tell whether she was legitimately judging you, or merely chaffing you for her own amusement.

“You’ll have to, er, forgive me for being overly broad. Consider it a side effect of my nerves, those themselves being due to our unsavory introduction. In case you don’t recall, you put that sickle of yours into my shoulder,” you reminded, with a sarcastic smile. To your surprise, Bela chuckles at this, almost as if fondly remembering the incident. Seriously, you think, why did my soulmate have to be from this family?

“Staying silent was an option. Perhaps that would have suited you better?” Bela says, now clearly teasing, smile much more genuine than your own. Knowing she had a point, you’re quick to blush, mildly embarrassed.

“Touche. I am curious, however, why you decided to sit next to me in the first place. I certainly wouldn’t have tried starting a conversation if you hadn’t,” you explained.

“Like I said… I enjoy studying zoology,” Bela replies, with a sly grin. It takes you a few moments to understand the intended implications. Once you do, however, you’re giving her a hard stare. Then you scoot your chair a few inches away from her, in exaggerated movements. “Don’t worry, I was only joking. Though you certainly are an interesting human. Much more, hmm, cheeky? Compared to the servants, at least.”

“Somehow I get the feeling that they simply prefer being alive, as opposed to not being as snippy. Except maybe Daphne, now that I think about it. Very sweet, that one,” you muse. “Regardless, I think I’ll return to my book now, for it lacks a tongue, and is therefore less likely to taunt me.” Doing just as you had said, you open the book, holding it a bit higher than what would be comfortable, so that it becomes a ‘shield’ of sorts. Nothing was quite as satisfying as subtle body language.

Accepting your words with a shrug, Bela also resumes reading, turning to a bookmarked page. Roughly an hour of relative quiet passes. Neither of you so much as glance at each other, not even when she drops the pen she had been taking notes with. In the end, you are the one who leaves first, and finally the silence is broken. You give your goodbyes, and Bela returns them politely. Though you do not know it, she sets her book down as soon as you leave, pausing to think about you. Now that things had ‘calmed down’, it was reassuring for her to know that you weren’t always full of spite. Still, you held onto your cleverness (for the most part), leaving her with no doubt about the universe’s decision. You were her sister’s soulmate.

iii.

“It’s official: I’m lost in a creepy castle. The universe hates me. Probably should have realized that sooner, considering how it decided to introduce me to my soulmate,” you mutter, scowling deeply, as you wander unfamiliar halls. How had you even gotten lost? Sure, you had taken a wrong turn, but it hadn’t taken long for you to realize your mistake! Evidently you somehow managed to make another one while backtracking. Now you were standing in the center of the corridor, hands on your hips, desperate for some maiden to come rescue you. What you really didn’t want was Cassandra to find you, because she’d make fun of you for the rest of your life. It’s not like she had specifically joked about you getting lost before. Except that was exactly what had happened.

A few minutes pass uneventfully. There aren’t even any distant sounds of life; no footsteps, nor echoing voices, nor the squeaking of floorboards. All you can hear is your own breathing. As well as the occasional sigh, admittedly. By this point, there’s a part of you that’s starting to panic. After all, there was a chance that the castle was big enough for certain sections to be abandoned. Hopefully that’s not the case, you think, I mean, they’d cut the power to those parts, right? Here’s hoping… With that in mind, you get back to wandering, figuring that you’d have to eventually run into a familiar landmark. Or better yet, someone who actually knew the castle’s layout.

When salvation at last reveals its holy visage, it is not in the form of a lowly servant, rather the muffled voice of none other than Lady Dimitrescu herself. Neither her exact words nor who she’s speaking to is clear. At first, you can’t even tell where her voice is coming from, but you quickly approach one closed door, then another, searching for the source. Several doors later you’re certain you’ve found her. By then you can tell that she’s not alone. Not wanting to seem rude by interrupting, you take a few steps back, leaning against the wall to wait. For the most part you still cannot make out what’s being said, but a few words do reach your ears.

“-expected more from you. How am I-” the voice gets cut off, not by Alcina, rather a sudden gust of air, akin to massive wings flapping. When the speaker continues, they are both louder and angrier. “Someone is listening. Have you not taken steps to ensure our privacy?” Then the door is swinging open, revealing your soulmate’s mother. At first she’s practically shaking with rage, but her expression turns to shock when she sees you.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Cassandra?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, clearly stressed, as she steps into the corridor. There’s movement behind her, although you cannot make out any details. Besides, you’re quick to answer her, wishing to avoid her wrath (and that of whoever she was speaking to).

“I’m so sorry, Lady Dimitrescu, I was walking from the dining hall to Cassandra’s studio, and I took a wrong turn. I’ve been wandering for half an hour now. When I heard your voice, I thought perhaps I could, well, enlist your assistance. But you were busy, so I figured I’d wait outside. If I had-...” you pause, gulping, as the other figure steps into view. It’s a face you’re all too familiar with. One that popped up countless times through the village, and again throughout the castle, the owner’s name always spoken with acclaim, with worship. Mother Miranda, in the flesh, wings spreading out behind her, somehow cutting a more impressive silhouette than even Lady Dimitrescu. Instantly you’re falling to your knees, knowing that your sharp tongue was no match for this practical goddess.

“Who is this, Dimitrescu? Why isn’t their blood staining your claws?” Miranda questions, gaze never leaving your trembling form.

“This… this is one of my daughters’ soulmates. They were brought in with the last group of sacrifices,” Lady Dimitrescu explains, uncharacteristically hesitant. ‘Twas a true testament to Miranda’s power, as well as her influence, that she could make someone so powerful seem so weak. Which was exactly why you were shaking with anxiety. But to your surprise, the goddess does not immediately order your execution for your trespass.

“And already they know their place, hmm? Kneeling before me?” Miranda says, a strange smile dancing on her lips. Whatever anger she had been feeling a minute prior had faded, though you couldn’t even begin to guess as to why. Regardless, both Alcina and yourself are quite relieved, though neither of you are quick to show it. “Either they have a good head on their shoulders, or you still take care of some of your duties. Very well, they may live. For now. But I expect next week’s report to be far more favorable. I don’t need to remind you of the price for failing me.” With that said, Mother Miranda turned to leave, a swirling mass of dark feathers flying past you.

A minute passes, maybe two, before either of you feel capable of speaking up.

“Let’s get you back where you belong, yes?” Lady Dimitrescu says, quietly, before placing her hand on your shoulder to guide you. Tension hangs clear and heavy over both of you. Even as you walk down corridor after corridor, the feeling does not ease. At least not until you’re back in familiar territory, near where you had originally made your mistake, finally able to breathe a little. It’s here that Lady Dimitrescu pauses to speak once more. “Tomorrow I will assign one of the servants to give you a tour, in the hopes that this does not happen again. Furthermore, I ask that you forget everything you heard earlier, for it is neither your business… or my daughter’s.” You’re quick to nod, and with that she bids you farewell, leaving you alone. Now, you think, was it left from here, or right?

iv.

“I’m just going for a walk. Why do you care so much? It’s not like it’s any of your business,” Daniela assures you, despite the fact that all you had done was say ‘hello’. If this was her attempt at casting aside suspicion, she had done a terrible job of it. What made her so nervous? Was it even worth investigating? Only one way to find out.

“You’re rather bundled up, planning on being out for long?” You ask, trying to sound casual, leaning against the wall as you did. In response, Daniela pretty much stomps her foot. There’s something odd in her expression, however, that implies your question hit a soft spot. Certainly wasn’t what you had expected. “Don’t mind me, just trying to make conversation with my soulmate’s sister. Speaking of her… have you seen Cassandra? Is she, perhaps, going with you?” A little misdirection never hurt anyone. Probably.

“No!” Daniela replies, fast as a gunshot, too much emphasis to be unintentional. But she realizes her mistake as soon as she’s made it, and makes a clear effort to relax herself. “She’s probably in her studio, doing whatever it is she calls art, on the other end of the house. Besides, I don’t want any company for this walk.” For a moment you merely squint at her, unsure of how to proceed. In the end, you decide that it really is none of your business, being more than satisfied by what teasing you’ve already done.

“Alright, alright. Well then, I’ll leave you be. Just… be careful, yeah? If you get hurt, and your mother finds out that I didn’t stop you from going… not sure Cassandra could save me,” you say, with a shrug. At first Daniela can’t decide whether to be upset or relieved, but she seemingly settles for the latter, giving you a brief nod before heading outside. As the door shut behind her, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done the right thing.

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imthatchishiyasimp · 4 years ago

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I fucked my way into this mess, and I’ll fuck my way out.

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“Oh shit” was all I could say, looking at the now crimson red-hoodie.

“You better fix that”.

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Hi!!! Had this idea and couldn't resist writing about it, also the title helped to develop it hahahaha.

it's not NSFW, but it hints a bit about it at the end, so be careful. Also, TW: death and blood are both mentioned and described.

The previous game night I got my sweatshirt broken, and since then I had been borrowing people’s clothes. I wasn’t able to search for a new decent one and I was planning on scabaging a few stores on my way back to the Beach after this game.

I had managed to steal a few clothes from Kunai and some other people, and they didn’t mind. No one minded but Chishiya, that bastard. His hoodies were so clean and soft, wonders where he took them. So, given that he didn’t want to lend them over, I broke into his room and stole the best one. It was pure white, big and comfy with a front pocket and a hood.

He wasn’t supposed to go out and play tonight, so it would have been fine. He wasn’t even in the car when I got there. But, out of nowhere, he was at the lobby of the game arena I was supposed to clear.

I mean, the mad look he gave me? Dude, I was scared.

We were playing a spades game, an easy one. In total there were eight participants, two of them were new to the games and scared to the bone.

“REGISTRATION HAS CLOSED. THERE ARE A TOTAL OF 8 PARTICIPANTS. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.”

I looked around and saw a path going up the stairs and into a wide corridor. Two small tables were placed at the bottom of them, one holding the phones left after we all took our own, and the other one with several collars. I had heard of them in other games, but I didn’t have the pleasure of trying them on.

While the phones were informing us of the difficulty of the game, I got closer to Chishiya, step by step, judging if he was mad enough to give me the silent treatment. Apparently not, because he didn’t push me away nor did he go to the other corner of the mini crowd we formed. I tucked my hand into the pocket and balanced on my toes, listening to the rules of the game.

“GAME: TARGET SHOOTING.”

“PLEASE, PUT ON THE COLLARS PLACED ON THE TABLE”.

Reluctantly, we all clasped the collar around our necks. It felt wrong and cold, like the hand of a murderer patiently waiting to squeeze harder and harder until you died. I swallowed hard, rolling my head and trying to get used to the feeling. My eyes drifted to Chishiya’s form and I wasn’t surprised to find him unaltered. His hands were hidden in his pockets, his face covered by the hood, but I caught a glimpse of his eyes.

He looked at me, from head to toes. Would he forgive me because I looked good in his clothes? Probably not, but I could wish.

“RULE: MANAGE TO SHOOT ACCURATELY TO THE TARGET WITH THE CROSSBOWS LEFT IN EACH ROOM”.

“CLEAR CONDITION: PASS THE 10 ROOMS WITH PERFECT AIM. IF YOU FAIL, YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED. IF YOU MAKE ANOTHER PLAYER SHOOT IN YOUR TURN, YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED”.

“TIME LIMIT: 30 MINUTES, EACH ROOM HAS A MAXIMUM OF 3 MINUTES. IF YOU DON’T CLEAR THE ROOM IN THAT TIME, YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED”.

“THE GAME WILL START ONCE YOU OPEN THE DOORS”.

Without a word, we all took the stairs up to the first mark pointing to door number 1. Some guy opened it and we walked inside. It was almost empty, leaving one table with a crossbow and a handful of arrows. At the end of the room there was a kind of dart-board, but the red center was way bigger than usual. Just a few steps from the door there was a mark with two feet, signaling the shooting position.

Our phones chimed with the time starting the countdown. Below the time apparead the face of one of the players, giving him the first turn. A black haired boy took the crossbow with confidence, getting the arrow ready and shooting with efficiency.

“Are you mad at me?” I whispered to Chishiya.

He gave me the eye and grunted. “I clearly remember telling you not to steal my clothes. Are you going deaf?”

I giggled and hid my nose in the hoodie. It smelled like him, one of the very first reasons why I stole it. I love the way he smells of new things, undiscovered fragrances and fresh days. It brought me peace and calm; I felt safe.

“I was cold and couldn’t find anything else. You weren’t supposed to see, I thought you weren’t due yet”.

The first three participants did well, the last one getting too close to the limit but managing anyway. I was next.

Taking an arrow and getting ready for the shooting, I placed myself on the mark and breathed deeply. I didn’t like guns, but I had a good aim when needed. With a clear shot, I gave the crossbow to the next player.

We all passed the room within the time limit and left for the next one. Given the easiness of the first room, a bust of confidence started to grow in each player, so when the target became a pain to shoot, panic bursted in the room.

It was room 4 where the first player died. An old woman that was trembling with fear and exhaustion missed the red circle. She dropped the crossbow and looked at us in fear, grabbing the collar and pulling with force. I walked backwards until I met the opposite wall. Chishiya was next to me, with his eyes locked in the body of the lady going down after the bomb exploded. I couldn’t look at it.

The next player had to move her body to be able to step on the mark, and that was when all of us were aware of the situation. While I knew what the collar meant, some of the participants didn’t.

“I will return it after the game, I promise. Just wait until we finish and I’m able to take something from some mall” I told him walking towards room number 6. No one was talking, so my voice was easy to pick up above the steps of the players. They looked at me from the corner of their eyes, wondering how I was so calm, how I was able to think of something else apart from the game.

Chishiya brought my hood up and placed it on my head, covering my hair with it. “If you don’t bring it back, you will face consequences” And then he walked faster to the next room. I gulped, not wanting to know what would await me if I didn’t. The feeling of his fingers through the strands of my hair still alive on my mind.

Room 8 only held four players. Chishiya and I were with the boy with shooting experience and a girl with short hair. Both of them were young and composed, getting through the game without a word from their lips.

It was getting noticeably difficult. The target was in higher places and getting smaller by the point. A headache was starting to grow and it made me clench my fingers more often, almost making me shoot a moment before I was ready. The pressure of the time was smaller since we were less people, but it meant we took more time to get ready and I was getting nervous.

The four of us made it to room 10. It looked like the last one, extremely difficult with a very small target and too high to comfortably shoot. The boy was called first and he got ready to shoot. His confidence had wavered in the last rooms, same as the rest, but he still made an effort on showing a calm facade.

I was sure he was gonna clear the game. I think all of the players in the room thought so. And I was behind him, waiting for my turn, looking anxiously at the time getting close to the end. But also, we all thought there wasn’t going to happen anything else. No one saw the vents opening and giving a rush of air, making the arrow go a bit to the left and missing the target. It was a soft breeze, but enough to change the course of the arrow.

“No. No, no, no. No! This wasn’t supposed to happen! They didn’t tell! It’s not fair! I was the first one to shoot!” He shouted. He started screaming at us because now we knew about it. He died in the middle of a cry, shaking me from the shoulders. And I just stood there, listening to his cries and too shocked to fight him.

I got all his blood spattered on myself, his dead eyes printed on my mind.

I don’t recall what happened after. I just remember throwing the body of the dead player to one side, taking the crossbow and shooting to the target. I almost missed, having miscalculated the force of the air released by the vents. I think the girl went after me and cleared the game too. We waited until Chishiya shot and stood there, listening to the beeping sound of the phones.

“GAME CLEAR”.

“CONGRATULATIONS”.

Leaving the hotel next to Chishiya was a bit awkward. He was playing with the card in his hands, looking at it with an interesting face. And he wasn’t talking, not even humming. He liked to point out things about the game after he cleared them, about the rules, the players or the place we played in. But he didn’t. We arrived at the nearest car that was going to the Beach and I made a move to get in. I wasn’t in the mood of walking all the way back, but Chishiya stopped me before I could open the door.

“Nope, you are not coming” He told me, pushing me away from the car.

“What? Why?” I asked, frowning my eyebrows. He pointed to my chest and I looked down. “Oh shit” It was so far gone. There was not a single white spot in the hoodie. It was absolutely red. “Oh fuck, oh no, I’m so sorry”. I looked at him, my face showing full remorse, big eyes asking for forgiveness. I tried to reach him, failing when he moved out of my reach.

He just smirked and shook his head. “I will wait until tomorrow night. You better fix that before then”. And he got in the car, leaving me alone in the street, hands still in the air.

“Chishiya you bastard! I didn’t do it on purpose!”

So there I was, going into every shop I could find, searching for an identical hoodie and taking advantage of the trip to pick a few things for myself. It wasn’t a special hoodie or something, but most of them were either the wrong size or too dirty. I took my precious time looking for a perfect one, also taking some more to give as an apology and for me to match. We would see who would try to steal then.

I had miscalculated the time it would take me to walk back to the Beach. The ride to the game arena was a bit longer than usual, but I didn’t think walking would take me that much.

The sun was going down when I reached the Beach. I was famished and thirsty as hell. I was only able to take a fast lunch and I walked a too long distance. I went straight to the kitchens and I gulped down a full bottle of water with some snacks.

After I was satisfied, I stood and took my bags to my room, putting away the clothes I picked and changing into something clean. Taking the ones I chose for Chishiya, I left my room and went to his.

I knocked and waited until I heard footsteps coming to open the door. I fought a smile miting my lip and tried to remain calm. He opened the door just a bit to see who was knocking, opening fully seeing me there.

“Do you like this one?” I said while turning around and opening my arms. “It’s exactly the same one, size and all, and don’t forget the hood and the pocket!” I watched him lean into the door frame and smirk behind his hair. He gave me a look crossing his arms and letting out a breathy laugh.

I remained serious and gave a sorry look. “I mean, if you don’t like it, I have a few more for you to choose. Here, let me try them on so you can see how they look” Taking the sleeves, I pulled my arms out and started to take the hoodie off in the middle of the corridor.

I heard him moving just when I was about to take it off. Suddenly I was being dragged by the arm and thrown into Chishiya’s room.

I laughed out loud, almost tripping because of the strength and the lack of vision due to the hoodie being over my head. His room smelled like he did and I was high on it.

“Do you need to be such a pain for me to do something?” He said with a smug voice, taking the hoodie completely off me. His dark eyes checked me out and I felt so vulnerable under his gaze that I felt chills running through my body.

Could he be any more handsome? The way this eyes held the whole world’s knowledge made me shiver in both fear and awe. The white strands of hair dancing around his face, making him shine even more. His smile, a rare but precious sight.

His touch was warm and delicate. His fingers went through my hair, to my cheekbones and to my neck, going slowly and leaving me breathless.

I took a step forward and grabbed at his clothes, feeling brave for a moment, getting close to his ear to whisper with a soft and heavy voice: “It worked, didn’t it?” Besides, now I know what it takes to bring you down”.

“You’re on”.

#aib #alice in borderland #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #fic #shuntaro chishiya #oneshot

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icarusbuck · 3 years ago

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here's the thing...

just because buck and taylor are dating doesn't mean bucktaylor is endgame, especially when you consider buck's dating history.

in the pilot we see that buck tends to put himself out there and has a number of hookups, but in the very first one he tries to take that further by asking her out and gets shut down. so from the start he isn't just looking for sex, he just keeps ending up in bed with people who are. enter abby

right off the bat, abby is a break from the norm. she doesnt even want to meet him in person at first. they form a connection before they ever hook up (and one could argue phone sex is even a little more intimate in some ways because there's an added layer of vulnerability to it). she shows buck how far emotional investment can elevate a relationship. unfortunately, she can't invest nearly as much as buck can, and ends up leaving him high and dry when he's ready to take the next step with her.

lesson learned: he needs someone he can keep pace with. enter taylor (phase i)

at first taylor seems like a good, safe bet, but buck is once more seeking connection ("call me?") and taylor's career is taking off - which is just so sexy of her, i might add - and their false start leads them nowhere. but it does have the benefit of helping him put abby out of his mind. enter ali

i dont care what anyone says, ali and buck were cute together. the scene where they're touring the loft? adorable. ali helps buck move forward from abby in multiple ways, including getting him out of that goddamn apartment and into his own place. they operated well together, shared equal footing, had great chemisty; everything buck had with abby, but with someone in the same phase of their life.

by the end of season 3 we know that while buck may have moved forward from abby, he hasn't fully moved on. closure is a powerful, powerful thing. and man, can i just say im such a sucker for "right place wrong time" love stories? age gap aside, i was alright with buckabby until we learn she ghosted him in season 2.

in the end, while ali cares deeply for buck, knowing he's always in danger and seeing it for herself are just too much to stomach. lesson learned: he needs someone who will be able to handle the stress of dating a firefighter. enter taylor (phase ii)

disaster bis are back, baby! they start off as friends, but something is off from the beginning. buck jumps the gun, dropping hints that hes looking for more. taylor jumps the gun too, showing up to a double date thinking it's just a hookup. there is a significant lack of communication between them.

even before they get together we see that taylor often retreats into her own head when they're running on different wavelengths, leaving him behind instead of meeting him halfway. even dragging him along would be better; at least that would show she values his input.

we see this displayed most prominently in the treasure hunt; they have a couple moments where they're perfectly in sync (which visibly bothers eddie, and god i love that for me) and others where taylor hits the ground running and leaves buck standing in a cloud of dust.

we didnt get to see their honeymoon phase (tragic; i may not ship bucktaylor but i sure as hell like seeing hot people make out, bless you season 5 premiere) but if we extrapolate from monday's episode, buck is still resorting to using his body to get her attention - and even that fails sometimes.

we havent seen them hit any bumps just yet, but i think bucktaylor will reach a crossroads sooner rather than later. there will come a time when buck needs her to be there for him emotionally, and taylor either won't be able to OR she'll try, and it won't be what buck needs.

the lesson he hasn't learned yet: relationships need equal footing.

relationships that dont work out are important. they teach you what kind of person is right for you, the kind of person you want by your side forever. bucktaylor needs to run its course, or she will just end up taking abby's place.

and the thing is....

buck already has someone in his life keeping pace with him. buck already has someone in his life who understands why he puts himself in danger. buck's already (almost perfectly) in sync with someone who has been his equal since the day they met - and even went far enough to make that somewhat legally binding.

you can have my back any day. you could have mine.

#holy hell this got long and im so sorry #i just needed to explain why i think bucktaylor is a GOOD thing #and it needs to run its course #griff.txt #911 meta #long post #anti bt #just in case #(thanks nova)

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thedummysdummy · 3 years ago

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The Sun Dims

After waking up from this dream about Kiro, I just had to write a fic about it. I hope you all enjoy it <3

As much as her feet hurt, the girl still hurried down the sidewalk with eagerness. Her hand clutched the phone whose screen still lit up the concrete beneath her feet, lighting her way toward the warmth and brightness of the apartment.

It had been a very long day of filming, directing, and editing. A three-day shoot had been trimmed down to two after the outdoor location was flooded in a downpour, making her job far more difficult than it needed to be. This was why the sun had already disappeared behind the horizon while she still made her way home on foot.

The phone buzzed and she stopped for a moment, bringing it up and opening the message. “Are you going to be here soon, Miss Chips? Your Kiro thinks he’s going to die of old age before you get here to give him a hug.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, picturing his heavy eyebrows drooping over his brilliant blue eyes in an exaggerated frown. “I’ll be there soon. I figured I would walk since the shooting location is only a mile away from your apartment. Besides, you’ve only been home for an hour. Savin let me know when he dropped you off. You’ll be fine.” She pressed send and slipped the phone into her purse, fearing she would drop it (again) and have to purchase a new one (again.)

From there she focused on the path ahead of her, trying to distract her mind from her painful feet by noticing each flower and leaf of every plant along the sidewalk. It worked well enough, though a particularly pretty patch of sunflowers barely visible in the fading light dragged her mind back to something else brilliantly yellow: Kiro’s golden hair.

The thought of him quickened her pace and lightened her step. It had been nearly a month that he had been abroad filming an action movie in the States, and she could practically feel his arms around her as she hurried toward him. “I wanted to meet you at the airport, I really did,” she said aloud, as if he were walking there beside her. “I hope you can forgive me for delaying your welcome home.”

She could see the light glowing in Kiro’s window and clapped her hands in excitement. The girl hurried up to his door and knocked loudly. “Kiro! I’m here!”

The door swung open and the sudden bright light caused the girl to close her eyes in discomfort. Warm arms grabbed her and pulled her in close, enveloping her in the familiar bright and clean scent of the superstar. “Miss Chips. I’m so glad you’re finally here.”

Kiro’s voice was dimmer than usual and the girl looked up through squinted lids at his face. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were red-rimmed. She reached up and brushed the back of her hand across his cheek, allowing herself to be carried to the couch. Kiro dropped to the cushion next to her and cuddled in close, pulling her back into his chest and wrapping his legs around her waist. The girl nuzzled the bottom of his chin and rested her head on his shoulder, breathing deeply. His scent was just as intoxicating as ever and for a moment she forgot every bit of pain in her tired body.

“What’s wrong, Kiro?” she asked, twisting slightly so she could look him in the eyes. “You aren’t as bright as usual. Did the filming not go well?”

He shook his head and rested his chin on her shoulder. “No, it went fine. I’m just feeling particularly lonely tonight. I had to go an entire month without any hugs from my Miss Chips, you know. Even superheroes get lonely.”

A hint of a giggle played around on the girl’s lips, but the sadness emanating from the usually-cheerful blonde boy wouldn’t allow it to escape. “I’m sorry, Mr. Chips. But I’m here now, and I will make everything okay again.” She gently kissed Kiro’s cheek and he lowered his head, squeezing her just a little bit harder.

“You certainly will,” Kiro murmured, his breath hot on her neck and ticklish against her hairline. “You always know how to cheer me up, no matter what is going on. But I don’t want to talk right now, okay? I just want you to hold me.”

His voice was so tired and plaintive that the girl couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his strong shoulders and pull him in like a child. She ran her fingers through his hair as he nuzzled her shoulder and throat. His brilliant blue eyes looked up at her for a moment, half-lidded with the exhaustion that he no longer tried to hide.

“Miss Chips?” he whispered.

“Yes, Mr. Chips?”

“Can you always hold me like this? Forever and ever?”

The girl felt her heart fill to bursting and tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. “I would like nothing more than that, Kiro. If I could spend the rest of my life just sitting here like this with you, I would have the happiest life I could imagine.” She squeezed Kiro just a little tighter, wondering what all was truly weighing on his shoulders this time. However, knowing she wouldn’t get more out of him than he was willing to give, she simply soaked in the moment with a smile on her face.

Kiro’s muscles relaxed little by little as his eyes slowly drooped to a close. Feeling more secure and warm than he had in weeks, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep. All the cares and stress of his double life melted away, refined by the heat of his love’s arms.

#mlqc fanfic #mlqc #love and producer fanfic #mlqc kiro #mlqc zhou qiluo #love and producer zhou qilou #evol x love #kisses

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maboroshi-no · 3 years ago

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Hamefura LN11 Outline

After reading Hamefura LN11, I have tried to list out all the events happening in it. I have also made a quick translation of some of the parts, which is accessible by clicking on the links.

Previously on LN10

Katarina is taking dark magic lessons with Raphael so that she could use the spells in the Dark Covenant once she deciphers them

Katarina can use dark magic by using a skull stick she summons from her shadow

When the whole harem accompanied Katarina to an outing to an orphanage, Nicol had prepared boxed lunch for everyone. As Keith kinda acted like a mother when Alan dropped food, Nicol told him he would be a good mother. To which Keith replied he is a man.

Katarina met Liam, an orphan who kept trying to run away from the orphanage to return to the slums. She couldn’t understand why, so she asked advice to Raphael. Following Raphael’s advice, she could have a proper talk with the boy and persuaded him to stop running away.

When Katarina told the boy she would be there for him, Sarah, who overheard it, started to feel emotions, which highly upset her.

Sarah attacked Katarina by wrapping her into a black mist. Geordo and Keith also got caught in it. In the darkness, the three of them couldn’t see anything, and they could only hear their own voices. Since she felt relaxed to have Geordo and Keith with her, Katarina was able to break the spell by sucking the black mist with her skull stick.

Chapter 1: The King's summon

Discussion between Luigi and Katarina

Luigi asks Katarina about her plans regarding her engagement with Prince Geordo.

Luigi tells Katarina she is free to break off her engagement if that's what she wants, because he would like her to marry the one she loves.

He advises her to figure out her feelings sooner rather than later so that she won't realize one day that she has already lost the one she loves because he married another person in the meanwhile.

During the discussion, Luigi told Katarina he sincerely thinks she could be a wonderful queen because she is not wrong for things that matters, she has an eye for people and has a talent to fascinate them.

Katarina asks Sora how to pick locks (Raphael x Katarina 1):

Katarina would like to learn how to pick locks to deal with her jail ending.

Katarina asks Sora to teach her, telling him she would like to be able to get out of jail, just in case. Sora refuses, saying she doesn't need to. Raphael unexpectedly comes to Katarina's help and convinces Sora to teach her. Sora explains that given Sorcier's locks, her best bet would be to create a key by molding a lock, but she can't use this technique if she is arrested on the spot. Raphael suggests she molds the lock by manipulating darkness. Katarina is excited since this could work. After Sora leaves, Raphael discreetly tells Katarina that he knows she is hiding something. He decided to help her since she seemed desperate. He won't ask her the reason, but he just wants her to promise she won't put herself in danger. If she breaks her word, he will “punish her” *dark smile*.

Dark Magic Practice: Katarina molds darkness into a key.

Katarina succeeds on her first try

Katarina and Maria are summoned by the King (Maria x Katarina 1)

The King has summoned Katarina and Maria to talk about the covenants. On the way, Maria is highly nervous thinking she will meet the King, so Katarina tries to help her relax

Katarina meets a young man at the shut-in uncle's place

When Katarina went to the bathroom before meeting the King, Pochi jumped out of her shadow and led her to the shut-in uncle's quarters. There she meets a gorgeous blond young man who seems to highly dislike her, calling her " Villainess Katarina Claes" for toying with Prince Geordo's feelings. This shocks Katarina to the core.

Katarina and Maria meet the King

The King summoned Katarina and Maria to tell them about the succession struggle which happened when the previous king died, which resulted in dark magic being leaked. He then apologizes for it as a royal. Katarina and Maria accept his apology. He concludes by asking for their help in catching dark magicians.

Note: during the meeting, Katarina talks very formally, as she thinks it is an opportunity to put to use all she learned about manners. She also takes the lead in the discussion as Maria is nervous.

Geordo and Alan meet up with Katarina and Maria

Geordo and Alan were worried Katarina and Maria would despise them after hearing about what their relatives did. They also wanted to apologize to them as royals. They were deeply relieved when Katarina and Maria told them they don't think of them differently

Geordo and Alan escort Katarina and Maria back to their carriage. On the way, Geordo notifies Katarina she has forgotten her bag so the two of them go back to the parlor to retrieve it.

Geordo's post-confession talk (Geordo x Katarina 1)

When Katarina stiffens after Geordo makes a move on her, he asked her whether she is scared of his approaches. It is then that Katarina realizes that all this time she was scared of love. Upon realizing this, she decides to face her feelings and Geordo's.

Katarina asks Sora about his past love experiences (Sora x Katarina 1)

Katarina has decided to "study love" and so asks Sora about his past experiences, for reference.

Keith's post-confession talk (Keith x Katarina 1)

since Keith confessed to her before, like Geordo, she wants to tell him she is scared of love but has decided to face her feelings and his.

Chapter 2: Let's go to the castle's library

During her day off, Katarina decides to search for a memo at the castle's library

Since she found the memo in the romance novel she forgot at the castle, Katarina thinks (for a reason I don't really understand) that she might find one in old folktales books in the castle's library

Katarina meets Alan at the library (Alan x Katarina)

Alan makes fun of her which leads to them going on a banter

Once they finishes, Katarina asks Alan if he has ever been in love

Katarina meets Nicol at the library (Nicol x Katarina)

Katarina meets Nicol at the library and he helps her searching for old folktales

Afterwards Katarina invites Nicol to join her for lunch

She asks Nicol about his "forbidden love" he mentioned to her once at her 15th birthday.

FL2 Dream sequence

After collapsing because of Nicol's passionate confession, Katarina has a Acchan playing FL2 dream

She saw Geordo's good ending when he proposes to and marries Maria

She learns the game ends one year after Maria enrolls into the Ministry

Katarina curses each name in the credits roll

She wakes up and talks a bit with Sophia

Misc events

Katarina goes back to the library and doesn't find a memo even after searching all afternoon. She calls it a day.

Katarina remembers her meeting with the young man she met at the shut-in uncle's quarters and notes that he really seemed to hate her for some reason

Katarina meets Geordo before going back home (Geordo x Katarina 2)

Katarina notes that Geordo seems normal despite their talk yesterday and feels a bit let down that she is the only one feeling awkward

Geordo escorts her back to her carriage while telling she has grown a lot during the *6 months* since she joined the Ministry

he reminded her he is waiting eagerly for her to sort her issues, hinting he remembers their talk from yesterday

Keith's unleashed sexiness (Keith x Katarina 2)

Once back home, Katarina realizes Keith has become extremely sexy and she has trouble withstanding it

Despite Keith growing into a fine young man, his sexiness factor was still inside him.

Katarina now nicknames him "The Devilish Count No 2".

Mental Meeting

After going to sleep, Katarina feels like she is forgetting something and thus launches a mental meeting to review all that happened during the day.

Based on what FL2!Geordo said in her dream and what Geordo told her before she went home, she has 6 months left before reaching the end of FL2

Chapter 3: The town where Maria and Dewey grew up

Dewey is down

Katarina meets Dewey when she arrives at the Ministry

Dewey is feeling down looking at Cyrus and Maria walking together

Dewey feels like Maria is out of his reach

Katarina notes that despite being incredibly smart, Dewey seems to lack self-confidence

Katarina wonders if she should ask Sora advice about Dewey (Sora x Katarina 2)

Katarina wonders if Sora knows about feelings of love, and Sora feels insulted she considers he doesn't

They end up wrestling to mess each other's hair

Katarina asks Raphael advice about Dewey (Raphael x Katarina 2)

Katarina notes that Raphael has become for her a reliable teacher she fully trusts

After listening to Katarina, Raphael advises Katarina to let Dewey handle his issue himself

He also adds that Dewey's self-confidence issues might be due to his poor upbringing. It is also possible that he has been continuously rejected by the people close to him.

Katarina tells Raphael he really is amazing, which makes him blush

Katarina asks Maria about Dewey's family

Maria tells her Dewey has a lot of siblings who work to support their home while their parents play around. He also had to continue working while attending school.

Maria wonders if Dewey's parents said something to him for him to be so dejected lately

Katarina knows the real reason why Dewey is dejected, but she simply tells Maria they should just watch over him without doing anything

Katarina and Maria agrees to go out together in town during their next day off

As Katarina has trouble staying awake, Maria tells her about a tea which takes away drowsiness. They agree on buying it together on their next day off

Katarina has tea with Laura, Nathan, Nix and Lisa before going home

Her Senpai invites Katarina to join them for tea

They consider Larna is a good superior despite the overtime they get

Nix and Lisa are childhood friends and they enrolled in the Ministry through a recommendation

Laura could have been recommended but she chose to pass the exam.

Nathan also passed the exam since he doesn't have any magic. He was raised by peddlers traveling the country who taught him a lot, and thanks to that he could successfully pass the exam. He chose to work at the ministry instead of staying with the peddlers because it was troublesome for them that he kept getting lost.

Nathan adds that despite all the help he got, he found the exam extremely difficult. He can't imagine the efforts of someone who could pass it by their strength alone (like Dewey).

The Claes' maids can't work because of Keith's sexiness

Upon returning home, Katarina realizes that the maid can't work because they are distracted by Keith's sexiness

Katarina has somehow gotten used to it, but she feels like she should fix the issue

She tried to decrease Keith's sexiness by messing up his hair and tearing down his clothes. It had the opposite effect.

Katarina takes a mental note to ask the Ascart's maids how they can work around Nicol without losing their minds

Katarina and Maria's day off

On their day off, Katarina go fetch Maria at the Ministry

When she arrives, Dewey is with Maria. She considers inviting him to join them

Dewey must return home

Larna arrives to deliver an urgent letter to Dewey

Dewey's younger sister, Bell, seems to be seriously ill. Panicked, Dewey requests permission to go home right away

Katarina offers to take him home with her carriage. Maria and Larna will also tag along.

Sarah's day off

Meanwhile, Sarah's master allowed her to do whatever she wanted today.

She still resents Katarina for throwing her heart in disarray

She knows Katarina will go out today, so she decides to go mess with her.

This is the first time she decides something of her own free will.

Reaching Dewey's house

Dewey's house is a shack at the outskirts of the town.

upon arriving, Dewey receives an angry welcome from his older brother Ronnie who asks him what he is doing here

Dewey tells him he has received a letter saying their sister Bell is gravely ill. Ronnie is confused since Bell is fine

It was Dewey's father who sent the letter so that Dewey would come home and give him money for drinks.

Dewey has been sending money to his siblings to support them, but it seems like his father has been using all of it for his drinks instead.

Hearing this, Ronnie drags his father to the house and they are apparently fighting. He yells at Dewey to go home since their family issues are not his business anymore.

Dewey is upset and asks Katarina and the others to go home ahead. Maria chases after him while Larna and Katarina will go "greet" Dewey's family

How Mr. Percy treats his children

When Larna and Katarina enters the house, Dewey's father is violently beating Ronnie

Larna uses her wind magic to blow the father far off the back. He faints.

Katarina rushes to Ronnie. He is badly injured with lots of blood on his mouth. He refuses to use Katarina's handkerchief saying "it is too beautiful to be stained by 'someone like him'"

Ronnie departs to work despite Katarina protesting he needs medical care. Before leaving, he tells his younger siblings to go hide so that their father won't pick on them when he wakes up. He also asks Katarina and Larna not to come back here and to tell Dewey not to send money anymore.

Dewey's father wakes up. Katarina asks him how he can do this to his children, to which he replies it is none of her business how he treats his children.

He shouts at his children to come out of hiding else he'll hit them

A little girl comes out, resigned. As he was about to hit her, Larna uses her wind magic to stop him. "Let me tell you one thing, scum. Your children are not your tools. They are human beings. They are not convenient things you can use as you please!". Then she blows a violent gust of wind and the father is KO.

Katarina asks Larna if it is okay to use magic on civilians. Larna will go contact the Ministry regarding that.

The siblings can’t see Dewey because Ronnie forbade it

Katarina rushes to the little girls and asks if she is alright. After comforting her, she learns that in fact all the siblings want to see Dewey but their old brother Ronnie forbade it, saying Dewey is different from them now.

Katarina decides to go talk to Ronnie and heads to his workplace

Chapter 4: The brothers' feelings

Dewey's past

Ever since he can remember, Dewey had to work while his parents used all their money to play around. He was called worthless and beaten up when he couldn't do anything, and he was not even allowed to go to school

He admired his brother Ronnie who was always taking care of their siblings. He wanted to help him and decided that he needed to study to get a good job and ultimately escape poverty

He put his all into studying, putting up with all the hardships, and it paid off.

When he enrolled into the Ministry of Magic, he was finally able to move out of his house.

He has been sending money to improve the life of his siblings, but this was in vain since it had all been spent by their parents.

He never came home during days off because life was more comfortable at the dorms. So in the end, he threw away his siblings.

Maria comforts Dewey (Dewey x Maria 1)

Dewey and Maria both had hardships. But unlike him, she goes back to their hometown whenever she has a day off. Maria has overcome her hardships while he threw away his siblings for a better life.

Dewey tells Maria he is alright and that it is natural his brother would reject him.

Maria can tell Dewey is putting on a brave front and tells him it is okay to cry.

Dewey can't hold back his tears. Once he calms down, he realizes Maria is holding him against her chest. He gets off her, all flustered.

Maria convinces Dewey to have a proper talk with his brother

Katarina talks with Ronnie

After a while, Katarina catches up with Ronnie

She tells him she wants to talk but Ronnie replies he doesn't have the time since he has to go to work

Katarina tries to dissuade him from working with his injuries. As Ronnie replies he doesn't have a choice since he needs money to feed his siblings, Katarina suggests he asks Dewey for help.

Katarina confronts Ronnie about the reason he asked Dewey not to come back. From where she stands, Ronnie seems to care a lot for Dewey.

Ronnie explains Dewey is his pride and that's why he doesn't want him to be burdened with "scums" like them who are uneducated.

Katarina replies she sincerely thinks that Ronnie is a wonderful person since he works hard for his siblings.

Sarah attacks Katarina and Ronnie

Sarah arrives and tells Katarina she has come to mess with her because she feels pain in her heart because of her. As she said so, Sarah looks like a child on the brink of tears for a split second, before recovering her usual smile.

She attacks Katarina by throwing black snakes towards her. Katarina gets distracted comparing them to her snake toys, so Ronnie ends up shielding her and is hit on the arm.

There is a black mark where the snakes hit and Ronnie is trying hard to withstand the pain.

Katarina asks Ronnie to run away but he refuses to leave her alone in face of danger. However, he changed his mind when Katarina assured him she can defend herself and that she needs him to get help.

After Ronnie left, Sarah tells Katarina she hates how kind she is.

She then summons black mist and wraps Katarina in it. Katarina easily breaks the spell by sucking the mist using her stick.

Before Sarah casts another spell, Katarina rushes towards her and seizes her arm.

She tells her she wants to have a proper talk with her since, unlike her, she doesn't hate her and wants to know more about her.

Once again, Sarah looks like a little child. Sarah brushes Katarina away and runs away.

Sarah remembers her past

Katarina's smile reminded Sarah of the smiles her mother used to give her when her father still came home, and the ones the little boy gave her.

And then she remembered the night when she found her mother dead, killed by some men she didn't know.

At that moment Sarah awakened fire magic. She was then taken away by the men. As her consciousness faded, she saw the smiles of her mother and the little redhead boy.

After remembering, Sarah's emotions are in complete disarray

Katarina heals Ronnie's arm

Now that the incident is over, Katarina rushes to catch up with Ronnie so that he won't overdo it with his injuries.

Once she catches up, she thanked him and thinks to herself how amazing Ronnie is for frantically running in this state and protecting a complete stranger

The black mark is still on Ronnie's arm. She decides to try sucking up the mark by discreetly using her stick. She succeeds and Ronnie is alright now.

The Percy brothers’ talk

Katarina keeps trying to convince Ronnie to see Dewey again. She insists Dewey is probably proud of him and doesn't see him as a burden but Ronnie remains stubborn

Dewey arrives and confirms what Katarina said. He really admires Ronnie and feels mad that Ronnie thinks of himself as a burden to him. After all, it is thanks to Ronnie that Dewey could enroll into the Ministry, since all this time, he had carried out both his work and Dewey's so that he could study. Besides, even if Dewey started studying because he wanted to leave their house, the reason he kept making efforts is because they wanted all of them to leave their house. That's why he would like Ronnie to stop keeping him away so that they could all go out together. Ronnie finally gives in.

The Percy siblings will move to the Ministry's houses for employees

When they return to their house, the Percy siblings and Larna's subordinates are tidying up the house and Dewey's father has disappeared.

Larna explains that since Dewey's parents didn't work, she has introduced them to a live-in job and sent them there at once. The parents will work hard there for a while but she can contact them on their behalf if needed. Also, since Ronnie can't take care of all his siblings by himself, they will all move to the Ministry's houses for employees where the siblings can be looked after during the day.

Ronnie is livid thinking of the moving fees, but Larna assures him it will all be paid with the money the parents will make. As for the daycare, Dewey and Ronnie can split the fees among themselves.

Larna will introduce Ronnie to a job.

Both brothers thank Larna from the bottom of their hearts

Katarina reports to Larna about her encounter with Sarah

As Sarah said "she had found Katarina", it seems like Sarah can track her

Larna gives Katarina a magic tool which will enable her to contact her whenever she is in danger

She also asks her to use Pochi whenever she is in danger since he is strong

Wrap up of the Percy sibling's issue

Maria heals Ronnie's injuries

Maria invites Katarina to her house

As the Percys don't need further help, Katarina decides to go back ahead.

But it is still early, so Maria proposes to visit her house

To her surprise, Maria tells her her mother is out, but her father might be there

Maria wants to face her father

Maria tells Katarina she hasn't talked much with her father since she awoke her magic.

When she awakened her magic, her family became the target of rumors and then her father stopped coming home at some point

but after watching Dewey's family, she decided that she would also face her father and have a proper talk with him

Katarina gives Maria her support and they go to Maria's house hand in hand

Chapter 5: The father and the daughter's feelings

Maria and her father

Since the time Katarina visited her house, she could have a proper talk with her mother. Her mother changed a lot since then, going out of the house almost everyday, whether to work or to enjoy time with friends. But her father still hasn't come home.

Maria's father regularly sneakily delivers money to her mother for their living expenses.

Maria thought her father hated her, until she learned that he knew she had enrolled into the ministry.

She also noticed that the rumors have changed. The rumors about her and her mother have been replaced by bad rumors about her father drinking, acting violently and passing out drunk outside.

Maria is afraid to ask her father if she hates her, but after watching Dewey and his brother talking, she decided she won't run away anymore

Maria talks with her father

As expected, Maria sees her father near her house and calls out to him

She tells him she had always thought he hated her. Based on his reaction she is relieved to see she was wrong.

Then she tells him about the rumors having changed. She asks him if he had been behaving badly on purpose to redirect the rumors towards him. After all, this doesn't make sense. He falls asleep right after whenever he drinks, and he still properly works and gives them money for their living expenses. From her father's reaction she realizes she is right.

Maria tells her father he doesn't need to protect them anymore. Both her and her mother have friends who understand them. Maria introduces Katarina to him.

Maria finally says that both she and her mother are stronger than before, so they won't let any rumor bring them down.

Maria's father accepts to come back home. However he has to return to work, so he can't move back right away. Maria is looking forward to seeing him at home on her next day off.

Katarina is really happy for Maria. Maria thanks Katarina for giving her courage

Let's go eat some sweets

Maria leaves a message to her mother about her talk with her father.

Since they didn't have lunch, Katarina asks Maria if they can go to the area near the castle to have some sweets. Maria accepts

Upon arrival, Maria reminds Katarina about the tea which takes away drowsiness so Katarina decides to go buy it first

Stumbling upon the harem (Harem Shenanigans)

Katarina and Maria see Alan near the tea shop.

He and all the others have been waiting for them since they wanted to spend some time with Katarina

In addition to Alan, Mary, Geordo, Sophia, Nicol and Keith are also there. They all go shopping for tea and then have sweets.

At some point, Mary casually asks where Katarina and Maria were, so Katarina tells them about all the incidents that happened during the day

Hearing this, the harem lectures Katarina again

Susanna reports to Jeffrey (Jeffrey x Susanna)

They are both concerned about Katarina being involved with dark magic once again

Jeffrey notes that Susanna didn't keep her cool in regards to her using magic on Dewey's father

Susanna explains that she couldn't stop herself after seeing how horribly Dewey's father treated his children. After all, she can't stand parents who treat their children as tools, like her father, Marquis Randall, does.

She rebelled against him, but unlike Ronnie, she didn't protect her siblings from him. Her siblings are probably mistreated by their father but she can't do anything for them now, and feels powerless.

Jeffrey comforts her

Sarah sees her master with his associate

Sarah’s master’s associate is someone who knows Sarah

He has been greatly enjoying observing Sarah during experiments

Sarah’s master calls him with a “-sama” suffix

Sarah doesn’t like him

Dewey thanks Katarina and Sora

The next day, when she arrives to the Ministry, Katarina sees Dewey and Sora together

Dewey is cheerful and vehemently thanks Katarina, who feels embarrassed

Sora has helped with the moving of the Percy siblings yesterday, so he has also come to properly thank him

Dewey is pretty happy about his siblings' new home and feels grateful to Larna

Dewey asks Maria out for lunch (Dewey x Maria 2)

Maria arrives and greets everyone with a sparkling smile. Only Sora is unaffected.

Dewey asks Maria if he can invite her for lunch as a thank-you for what she did yesterday. He asks her in a cute way, like a shota character.

Sora explains to Katarina that since Dewey told him he liked an older girl, he taught him some technique to make older girls fall for him.

Maria accepts and then asks Katarina when she will be free. Because Dewey has invited "everyone".

Katarina awkwardly tells Maria she will check her agenda. Dewey is dejected and Sora can't help laughing.

Sora notes that Maria is dense like a certain someone

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