#so it was really nice to finally beat the writer’s block

[waugh-bao]

As the anon who sent in that sleepover scenario I will fully take responsibility for being evil if wonderful fics like that are the result! I love it!

Awww, I’m really glad you enjoyed it! <3

[loveesiren]

𝖤𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 (𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖮𝗇𝖾)

Rafe Cameron x Reader | Pt. 2

a/n: hi my lovelies! I wrote this based on one of my favorite songs! Emergency Contact by Pierce The Veil. It ended up being really long so I decided to chop it up into three parts! Not sure if I'll write more for it but I'm just happy to get out of my writer's block and post something new. I hope you enjoy! Feedback welcome and encouraged :)

synopsis: Y/N has always been close to the Cameron family, practically a part of it after years of friendship. Beneath the surface, unspoken feelings simmer between her and Rafe, but neither of them can muster the courage to admit it. When Y/N finally decides to move on, setting her sights on a new man, he’s forced to confront the truth: losing her might cost him more than he ever realized.

warnings: slight angst

wc: 3.1k+

Rafe wasn’t used to girls like you. Sweet, kind, and angelic. His experience with women had mostly consisted of those who were after his money or his drugs, their intentions shallow and self-serving. But you were different. You didn’t want anything from him—not his wealth, not his reputation, not his vices. Your every interaction with him felt genuine, and it threw him off balance. You made him feel things he couldn’t quite name, emotions foreign and unsettling in their depth.

The first time Sarah brought you home was about three years ago. You had recently moved to the Outer Banks and met Sarah at a party at the Boneyard. You hit it off immediately, your laughter and warmth cutting through the chaos of the night. Sarah had invited you to dinner with her family, and you accepted, not knowing how much that evening would change everything.

You wore a white sundress that night, the fabric brushing against your sun-kissed skin. Your hair fell in soft waves past your shoulders, and you carried yourself with effortless grace. You looked like the picture-perfect Kook, someone destined to fit seamlessly into their world. Sarah had assured you her family would love you—and they did. But no one was more captivated than her brother, Rafe.

“Rafe, this is Y/n,” Sarah introduced as you stepped into the dining room.

“So nice to meet you!” you said warmly, your smile lighting up the space.

Sarah had expected Rafe to scoff or brush you off like he usually did with her friends. Instead, he stood there, visibly flustered. His blue eyes darted from you to the floor as he scratched the back of his head, his hair falling slightly into his face.

“I-uh-you too,” he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Sarah smirked, barely holding back a laugh. It was rare to see Rafe like this, vulnerable and unsure. Throughout dinner, he was unrecognizable—quiet, attentive, and completely entranced by you. He didn’t crack a single sarcastic remark or roll his eyes like he usually did. Instead, he listened intently as you chatted with Rose and Ward about your background, your studies, and your dreams. His heart skipped a beat every time you laughed, the sound stirring something deep inside him.

Later that night, as you and Sarah changed into pajamas in her room, she couldn’t help but tease you.

“Rafe likes you,” she said, a sly grin spreading across her face.

You blinked in surprise. “Really? He seems… shy.”

Sarah snorted. “Oh, he’s far from shy. At least, not with most people. I’ve never seen him clam up like that before.”

You bit your lip, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. The thought of Rafe Cameron—the same Rafe who intimidated just about everyone—getting nervous around you sent a flutter through your chest.

Over the months, you became a fixture in the Camerons’ lives. You grew close to Sarah, sharing secrets and adventures like lifelong friends. But it was your bond with Rafe that surprised everyone—including yourself. Around you, he was different. The sharp edges of his personality softened, his temper cooled. He was kinder, calmer, and, for the first time in years, genuinely happy.

Sarah noticed the change immediately. She even started to enjoy spending time with her brother—something she’d never thought possible. Whenever you were around, Rafe seemed lighter, his dark moods kept at bay by your presence.

And while you’d never admit it out loud, you’d started to feel something too. The way his eyes lingered on you, the way his voice softened when he spoke your name—it all made your heart race in a way you couldn’t ignore. You knew it was risky, falling for your best friend’s brother. But with Rafe, it felt inevitable.

Today was an exciting day. You and Sarah were helping Rafe move into his new house, a milestone he’d worked tirelessly to achieve. It wasn’t as grand as Tanneyhill, lacking the opulence and legacy of the Cameron estate, but it was something entirely his. A charming seaside home, bathed in sunlight and kissed by the ocean breeze, a place where he could finally carve out a life of his own. With Sarah already living with John B, you knew Rafe had felt out of place staying at home at 24. Now, this house was his fresh start.

“This is gorgeous!” you called out, your voice carrying across the open space as you stepped onto the balcony off the living room. The view was breathtaking: the endless stretch of ocean meeting the horizon, waves rolling in with rhythmic grace. The sun warmed your skin, and the salty air filled your lungs, making your heart feel light and free.

Rafe followed you outside, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I thought you’d like it,” he said, his voice tinged with pride. But while the sea and sky formed a masterpiece before him, his gaze lingered on you instead, captivated by the way the sunlight danced in your hair and the way your eyes sparkled with joy.

“I mean, look at this view!” you exclaimed, leaning against the railing and spreading your arms wide as if to embrace the entire ocean. “I could look at this forever!”

Rafe’s eyes never left you. “Me too,” he murmured, so softly it was almost a whisper. His words weren’t meant for the horizon or the waves, but for you—the only view that truly mattered to him in that moment.

You turned to look at him, a grin lighting up your face. “I brought champagne! To celebrate!” you announced, practically bouncing on your feet before darting back through the house and out to your car to grab the bottles you’d picked up. Returning triumphantly, you popped one open, the cork flying with a soft “pop” and a few fizzy streams spilling onto the hardwood floor. You laughed it off, quickly pouring everyone a glass.

“To new beginnings!” you declared, raising your glass high, your eyes sparkling as they met Rafe’s.

“To new beginnings,” Rafe echoed, his voice soft but steady as he clinked his glass against yours, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than necessary.

The rest of the afternoon was a flurry of activity. John B and Rafe tackled the heavy lifting, moving boxes and furniture, while you and Sarah set to work unpacking and arranging. The kitchen was priority number one, ensuring Rafe would at least have a functional space to cook while settling in. Between trips to Tanneyhill and the furniture store, laughter filled the air, making the hard work feel less like a chore and more like an adventure.

By the time evening rolled around, the four of you collapsed onto the couch, surrounded by a sea of half-opened boxes. You leaned back, exhaustion mingling with the lingering buzz of champagne.

“How do you have so much stuff?” Sarah groaned, shooting Rafe an incredulous look.

Rafe smirked, leaning back against the couch. “Please, I seem to remember a few boatloads of crap when we moved you to Poguelandia.”

“He’s not wrong,” John B chimed in, raising an eyebrow at Sarah. “Our room is mostly your stuff. I have, like, one drawer.”

“Oh, shut up!” Sarah laughed, playfully slapping her boyfriend on the shoulder. She yawned, stretching her arms over her head. “Speaking of our room,” she said through another yawn, “I’m ready for bed.”

You giggled as John B helped her up from the couch, the champagne’s bubbly warmth making you feel light and carefree.

“Thanks for the help,” Rafe said, walking them to the door. You listened as the Twinkie’s engine roared to life, fading into the distance as Rafe closed the door and returned to the couch.

“Rafeyyyy,” you whined playfully, stretching out the nickname as you leaned into the cushions. “I think I might’ve had a little too much champagne.”

Rafe chuckled, his lips curving into an easy smile as he settled beside you. He loved the way your nickname for him rolled off your tongue, soft and endearing. “That’s okay. You can stay here tonight. Take the bed; I’ll crash out here.”

“What? No!” you protested, sitting up a little straighter. “It’s your first night in your new home! I don’t want to ruin that.”

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and warm, “you’re not ruining anything.”

“I don’t even have a change of clothes,” you pouted, crossing your arms for dramatic effect.

Rafe’s laugh was soft, a sound that made your chest feel lighter. He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Go shower. I’ll make the bed and find you something to wear.”

Your cheeks warmed under his touch, but you nodded, a cheeky smile spreading across your face. “Okay,” you said, hopping up and darting toward the bathroom.

You were grateful you and Sarah had spent time unpacking the essentials in the master suite. Grabbing a towel, you locked the door behind you and turned on the shower. Steam quickly filled the space, cocooning you in its warmth. As the water cascaded over your skin, washing away the day’s sweat and exhaustion, you let yourself relax, the events of the day swirling in your mind. Rafe’s soft smiles and gentle touches lingered in your thoughts, leaving your heart fluttering in a way you couldn’t quite shake.

You tried to push the thoughts from your mind. You and Rafe were close friends—nothing more. You couldn’t justify having feelings for your best friend’s older brother. Besides, Sarah had set you up on a date with JJ Maybank for tomorrow. The blonde Pogue was someone you’d grown to know well. He was carefree and fun, always ready to brighten everyone’s day with his infectious energy.

You were genuinely excited for your date with JJ. Rafe, on the other hand, didn’t see you as anything more than a friend. Sure, he’d had a small crush on you when you first met, but that had been ages ago. He’d never made a move, so you assumed those feelings had long since faded. You shook off the intrusive thoughts and focused on finishing your shower, letting the warm water wash away any lingering doubts.

Meanwhile, Rafe moved with quiet purpose. He carefully made the bed, choosing the softest sheets he could find and fluffing the pillows with meticulous care. On the edge of the bed, he laid out one of his favorite T-shirts and a pair of sweatpants for you. Comfort was his priority. It always was when it came to you. He wanted you to feel at ease, to be happy. Deep down, he was completely and hopelessly in love with you, though he’d never admit it. The thought of saying it out loud felt terrifying—what if it changed everything?

Hearing the shower turn off, Rafe quickly exited the room, retreating to the couch. He pressed play on a random movie, letting the screen light up with familiar scenes as a distraction. Ten minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in his oversized clothes, your damp hair framing your face.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice soft.

You sank onto the couch beside him. “Better. Sleepy,” you admitted with a small smile. “Thank you,” you added, gesturing to the clothes you wore.

“No problem,” he replied, fiddling with his earlobe, his gaze flickering nervously between you and the TV.

“What are you watching?” you asked, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them.

“Uh, just some old movie,” he said with a shrug. “Put it on for background noise.”

You squinted at the screen, quickly recognizing the iconic characters. A playful grin spread across your face. “Rafe Cameron, are you watching Titanic?”

Rafe glanced at the TV, his cheeks flushing. He hadn’t even realized what he’d put on. “Oh, I… I guess so,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

You laughed softly, turning to him. There was a shy look in his eyes, but it wasn’t about the movie. It was something else, something deeper. He looked like he wanted to say something, the words hovering on the tip of his tongue. But before he could speak, he clamped his mouth shut, redirecting his attention to the screen.

“You wanna watch it?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, leaning back into the couch. The comfort of the moment settled over you like a blanket.

You hadn’t planned on falling asleep, but the champagne and the long day had drained you. Before you knew it, you were slumped against Rafe, your head resting on his lap as soft snores escaped your lips.

Rafe’s heart swelled as he looked down at you, a tender smile spreading across his face. He gently played with the ends of your hair, his fingers brushing against the silky strands. As the movie reached its emotional climax, he found himself tearing up—not just at the tragic ending but at the overwhelming emotions swirling inside him. You looked so peaceful, so angelic, and he felt an ache in his chest he couldn’t ignore.

Carefully, he shifted, lifting your head to slide out from under you. Scooping you up into his strong arms, he carried you to the bedroom, mindful not to disturb your slumber. He pulled back the covers and tucked you in, making sure you were snug before clicking off the light. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, lingering for a moment to take in your serene beauty. With a reluctant sigh, he made his way back to the couch.

Sleep didn’t come easily for Rafe that night. He tossed and turned, his thoughts consumed by you. He’d tried to bury his feelings, tried to convince himself that friendship was enough. But the more he tried, the stronger those feelings grew. In the quiet of the night, he allowed himself to daydream—a cozy little house by the sea, a dog, maybe even kids. A life with you. But reality crept in, reminding him that to you, he was just a friend. Nothing more.

The next morning, the savory aroma of eggs and bacon wafted through the air, stirring you from sleep. You rubbed the remnants of slumber from your eyes and glanced around, the unfamiliar surroundings reminding you where you were. Rafe’s new house. His king-sized bed cradled you in luxurious comfort, but the empty space beside you felt oddly hollow. For a fleeting moment, you’d hoped to find Rafe still asleep there. The thought made you frown, though you quickly reminded yourself that he’d slept on the couch—because of course, Rafe was a gentleman like that.

You padded softly toward the kitchen, following the sound of sizzling. “Smells good,” you said, your voice still heavy with sleep.

Rafe jumped slightly but turned to you with a soft smile. “Oh, hey! You’re up! I made breakfast.”

“Thanks, Rafey,” you replied with a grin, sliding onto a stool at the kitchen island. Then guilt crept into your tone. “Sorry I got all drunk and stole your bed.”

He shook his head dismissively, turning back to the stove. “No need to apologize. I’m just glad you got some rest after yesterday.” He plated eggs and bacon, setting it before you. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Like a baby,” you chuckled, picking up a crisp strip of bacon.

“Good,” he replied, his voice warm as he resumed cooking. “So, any big plans today? Wanna help me unpack more of this mess?”

You paused mid-bite, your mind flickering to the evening ahead. “I can help for a bit, but I have a date tonight, so I’ll need to head home early to get ready.”

The words hung in the air, slicing through the calm. Rafe’s hand stilled, his grip tightening on the spatula. He didn’t turn to look at you, knowing his face might betray the knot tightening in his chest. In all the time he’d known you, he’d never heard you talk about a real date. Sure, you danced with guys at parties or flirted harmlessly, but this—this was different. His heart twisted painfully, the kind of ache he couldn’t ignore.

“A date?” he asked, forcing his tone to sound casual, though the words felt like sandpaper against his throat. “With who?”

You hesitated before answering, as if bracing yourself. “JJ,” you said quietly. “Sarah set it up. I haven’t been on a date in a long time, so I’m not really sure what to expect.”

Rafe’s mind reeled. JJ Maybank. Of all people. Why would Sarah do this—when she knew how he felt about you? He plastered on a tight smile, masking his turmoil as he finally turned to face you. “It’ll be great,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

“You think so?” you asked, chewing your lip nervously. “I’m kind of... nervous.”

He swallowed hard, shoving his feelings down where they couldn’t escape. “Yeah,” he said, the words tasting bitter. “You’re a catch. He’d be a total idiot not to like you.”

Your lips curved into a warm smile, and for a moment, your gaze locked with his. Those ocean-blue eyes of his held something unspoken, something tender. “Thanks, Rafe,” you said softly, your voice full of gratitude.

He forced a grin, though it felt hollow. “Of course,” he replied. “Tell you what—don’t worry about the unpacking. Go home and get ready for your big date. Can’t wait to hear all about it.”

You beamed, finishing the last bites of breakfast. “You’re the best,” you said, grabbing your purse and heading for the door. “Thanks for letting me crash! I’ll get your clothes back to you tomorrow!”

Rafe watched as you hurried to the door, his heart aching with every step you took away from him. He raised a hand in a mock salute, a forced smile still glued to his face. “Have fun,” he said, his voice hollow.

The door clicked shut behind you, and suddenly the house felt suffocatingly empty. Rafe stood in silence, staring at the spot where you’d just been, your laughter still echoing faintly in his ears. He let out a sharp breath, his chest heaving with suppressed emotion. Before he could stop himself, he grabbed the nearest glass off the counter and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, much like the hope he’d been quietly holding onto.

His hands gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles white as he tried to steady himself. She’s gone, he thought bitterly. She was never mine to lose, but somehow, I lost her anyway.

For years, he’d found comfort in being the one you turned to—when you were too drunk at a party, overwhelmed by a panic attack, or even just bored on a lazy afternoon. You’d always come to him. But now, you were running toward someone else. JJ fucking Maybank.

And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

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[braineater444]

To Be a Princess

Chapter 5

Last/Next

fem!reader x kokonoi/bonten

TW: Rape, Victim Blaming, Poor proofreading

A/N: Short and sweet cuz writer's block was kicking my ass :)

Tears roll down your temples. He pecks them away as he works himself into you.

At first, the head nudges at your entrance. Not gentle, not rough. He pulls away. Only to spit on his hand and work it around himself. Then, more easily, but not without struggle, the head pops in. The burn that accompanies it brings more tears. He pushes in only a little, then pulls back and almost all the way out. There’s a brief, stinging halt before he plunges all the way in and stops again.

Electric shocks go straight to your extremities. Your eyes squeeze shut. You ball your hands into fists. There’s only a squeak of pain from your mouth.

“Open your eyes,” Hajime demands.

You do as you’re told and hesitate to let the tension out of your body.

“Kiss me.”

You crane your neck upwards to lock lips with him as he starts moving inside of you.

Every thrust is a punch to the gut. Every time his hips connect with your bare flesh, a sound of agony bleeds into your kiss and down his throat. 

He pushes you down, effectively separating your lips from his. He trails kisses up your neck and onto your jaw. He beats into you more punishingly. All you can do is take it.

“Fuck.” He swears breathlessly. “You’re so beautiful.”

The burn between your legs starts to become unbearable. How can this feel good for him?

His nails dig crescent imprints onto the skin of your hips. He’s grabbing you so tightly you can feel it against your bones. Every plunge carves out a deeper hole in your psyche.

The courtesy oral he offered could never defeat the ache between your legs right now. No amount of his tongue sliding against and prodding at your genitals could have fought this. This is your body rejecting him. 

You reject him. You lay there and let him have his way with no reaction. 

To think this used to bring you pleasure and joy. Now, it’s a painful waiting game. You wait out his release. It doesn’t come fast enough.

He drags your body into multiple positions, every single one more painful than the last. When he’s finally done, when he’s emptied himself inside of you, it’s not over. He lays sweaty, and tired on top of you.

✮✮✮

It’s important that you go to the bathroom afterward. You have to dig him out of you.

Dull acrylic nails drag against your walls as you scoop out his semen. EVen with dull nails, the drag hurts, and when you look at your hands, there’s blood mixed in. You don’t know if it’s your fault or his.

When you’re done. When you’ve done the best you can. When it’s too tender, too sore. You stop. You wash your hands and let your white,cotton dress fall back into place.

✮✮✮

You’re wrapped up in thick, too hot blankets. Silent tears have soaked the cotton duvet that smothers you.

The guest room has blackout curtains, and a bed never slept in. 

Even if you’re not hiding, it feels like you are when you’re alone in the dark.

There’s three knocks at the door before light floods in.

The bed dips under the weight of a body. His hand rests gently in your hair. You exhale through tears and a shiver wracks your frame.

“Please leave me alone.”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Please, get out.”

Talking to him makes the lump in your throat unbearable. It makes the patch of light you see against the curtains blur through your watering eyes. Your body won’t rest like this. It can’t.

“It’s our first time in a really long time… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Hajime sounds scarily sincere. “I told you. I really think a baby could fix this. Just bear wi—”

“I don’t want a baby!” You cut him off with a harsh, unsteady voice.

“A baby will take your mind off of things and give you something to do. And since I want to marry you, we could be a nice family.”

“I will never marry you, Hajime.” There’s no sternness. No conviction. Nothing. “I want to leave.”

“I don’t think you’re in a mental space to understand. That’s it.” And he leaves, shutting the door behind him.

There’s nothing but you and the darkness.

✮✮✮

You’re awakened by the force of someone shaking you.

Haru’s voice rings loud and clear. “I’ve been here for an hour. You cannot sleep the whole time.”

It must be nighttime.

You’re sweaty and gross and brutalized. You don’t want to move. The yellow room light forces you to open your eyes. You turn to look at Haru.

He looks like a dissatisfied child. Upset, you won’t come outside and play with him. His arms are crossed, and he’s frowning at you.

“Rin said he wants to see you.”

You turn back over. You don’t want to deal with this.

“Whatever.” He says before turning the light off and leaving.

Not long after, Rindou comes. He’s not supposed to be here, but you’ve never told Hajime that Haru has the Haitians as covert guests. They’ve been really good at hiding it.

“Are you okay?” He asks. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him. The last time being…

You don’t turn to face him.

“He raped me.”

“Like… for the first time?”

“Yes.” The lump in your throat is back. Not that you hadn’t been disgusted at the thought of having let him inside you in the past before. But at least then, there was consent.

“Oh.” You can hear him suppressing something between shock and amusement in his voice. It’s clear he doesn’t actually care, but it’s nice to pretend you have someone. There’s a beat of silence.

“Well, I think, if you drink with us, you can feel a little better.” 

You take more convincing than that. He talks to you like a good friend, but you know in your heart he’s not. He’s just like the rest of them. It’s twisted. You’re starting to separate him from his actions. That’s why you’re convinced to drink with them.

✮✮✮

Everything is a little blurry and still, the soreness between your legs doesn’t quite go away even when you’re drunk. Maybe the drinking is making it worse? Or perhaps it’s sitting on the floor? You can’t even remember what card game you’re playing or if you’re still playing.

Rindou refills your glass. 

“You’re going to kill her,” Ran remarks. His cold eyes flicker over Rin, who’s sitting next to you.

He might be right. It’s getting hard to hold yourself up.

“Who cares? You know, he raped her. I’ve heard women say they’d rather be killed.” It’s almost sarcastic sounding.

It takes a moment for you to process what he said and when your head turns to look at him, slack-jawed with hurt, hazy eyes, you see he’s already looking at you. 

Why would he tell them?

He stares at you with unnerving blankness, but maybe you’re crazy. It shouldn’t be unnerving. He hasn’t been a full person in a very long time and you know this. His hand comes to your chin and his thumb glides over the bottom lip of your open mouth. Then, with his palm under your chin, he shuts your mouth, “Right?”

You nod.

“Bullshit. Can you even rape someone you’re with?” Ran asks, then shakes his head. He sounds disappointed.

Haruchiyo bursts out in laughter.

“We’re not together.” You mumble.

“Yeah, Ran.” Rins statement comes up off the back of a giggle.You can tell he finds amusement in his brother’s careless words. He pulls your body into his. You’re both so warm. This is making you sweaty.

“You can rape people you’re in a relationship with.” You add meekly. Your nose tingles, and your throat hurts. Rindou nods.

“Sure. Whatever. I guess it’s a new feminist thing.” Ran dismisses with a flick of his wrist.

“You’ve definitely raped me before.” Haruchiyo chimes in.

“You’re a grown man.” Ran looks confused.

Before you know it, the conversation is drowned out by Rindou bringing the glass he poured for you to your lips. He all but pours it down your throat until it’s empty.

“No more. Please.” You practically beg when he grabs the bottle to refill it. He chuckles and nods while rubbing your back.

“Get a room.” Haruchiyo scoffs.

“Did it feel good, though?” Ran asks. At your confused look, he clarifies, “When he raped you?”

You were burning up before, but now there’s three spotlights shining down on you. Rans eyes bore into yours as he waits for your answer.

You look down at your lap. Rin’s arm is its own unique weight on your shoulders. “No. It really hurt.” You can barely hear the last part of the sentence coming from your own mouth.

“Does it still hurt?” He prods even further.

“Yes. A little.” You play with your fingers. Even without looking up at him, you know he’s looking at you.

“Did he hit you? Or like choke you or something?” Ran sounds amused.

“No.”

“He wasn’t violent?”

“No.”

“Then how is that rape? Doesn’t sound like you were forced?”

“Ran…” A single tear hits your finger tips.

“Stop acting like that.” Haruchiyo pipes up and slaps Ran’s arm.

“I’m just looking for clarification. Sorry.” He chuckles.

✮✮✮

There’s a sharp, throbbing pain at the left side of your head. Your eyelids are heavier than they’ve ever been, and it’s a fight to open them. When you do, Haruchiyo is looming over you with a look of concern.

“I told you she wasn’t dead.”

“Concussed maybe?” Haruchiyos’ words come well after his mouth starts moving. He’s talking to a distorted voice behind you. Deeper than anything you’ve ever heard.

You look up. It’s Ran. Your head is in his lap.

You touch your head where it hurts and groan loudly at the ache as it worsens. It reverberates, bounces off of your bones, and makes you cry. You bring your hand in front of your face only to find it coated in blood.

“Ah…” You turn over. “No. I’m blee-ding.” It comes out slurred through hiccups. 

“No, you’re not.” It’s the same weird, nasty voice coming from Ran. He turns you back over.

“Yes, I am!” You wipe the side of your face and slick your hand with more blood. “Look.” You show him your open palm.

“You’re just sweaty.” He pushes your hand away. Ran makes a confused face and looks up at someone. You follow his gaze. Rindou. You show him your bloody hand too, but he doesn’t react.

Why doesn’t he care?

You push yourself up and off of Ran’s lap. He doesn’t stop you. 

“Help.” You mutter, attempting to stand. Your legs don’t seem to work right. They shake violently as you push yourself up from the ground. You can only stand for a brief moment before you collapse.

[tialiea]

I haven’t forgotten about my choso fanfic. I just got over a nasty cold and writers block is beating my ass. BUTTTT here’s a preview 😁

You're a junior in college trying to make ends meet while working at the university café. A socially inept guy with messy hair and bloodshot eyes has caught your interest, especially with his daily order of a large black brew. Could one night at a Halloween party turn this blossoming friendship into something more?

“Okay, that'll be 13.68 ma’am,” you said as you rang up the last customer of the day. After they leave, you let out a weary sigh as your manager starts to take the registers to count.

“ Since we have leftover muffins you're free to take one. I know walking that long way to your apartment makes you famished. “ She says with a knowing look.

Just then the door chimes. “ I'm sorry, we're closed. Your manager begins to say.

As you look up, you see a boy who looks to be your age. His eyes are droopy, his hair disheveled, and looking like he has quite literally woken up out of bed. “Um, I’m sorry. I just wanted to order a black coffee.” He says, his voice is surprisingly deep but soft.

You glance at your manager before replying, “We haven't even started cleaning up yet. I could whip up that coffee for you real quick “ Your manager glares at you but then sighs giving silent approval as she goes to the back.

“ Thank you, you're a lifesaver,” said the boy.

So, what’s your name?” you replied while getting a coffee cup. “Choso, and you?” he said, getting out his wallet.

“ it's y/n,” you said with a slight smile, returning your attention to the coffee machine.

As you began to fix his drink, Choso couldn't help but admire you.

Long black boho locs cascading down your back, pretty green frames covering your eyes, acrylics with intricate designs on your fingers, and the cafe lighting hitting your face just right displaying the pretty brown lipstick you decided to put on for the day.

“ Choso.” You said, raising your voice slightly, to pull him out of his daydream. “ Here’s your coffee,” you said softly side-eyeing him. “ Sorry,” just got distracted a bit, how much do I owe you?” Choso asked. “It’s on me, “ you replied already ringing his order up.

Choso couldn’t help but notice the radiant expression on your face before he shook his head in disagreement . “ I can’t possibly let you pay for it since I kept you guys in here over time.” He said bringing his card to the reader.

It was hard not to notice his painted digits as they moved toward the counter.

“It’s fine, my treat to you. I couldn’t help but notice you looked a little distraught. Is exam season getting to you? “ You said with a worried expression.

Choso bashfully scratched his neck before finally agreeing and putting away his wallet into his black cargo jeans. “ Yes and no. I spent all night editing a gaming video. And I have a night class in like an hour or so. “

“ Oh so you’re a gamer,” you said raising your eyebrows.

“ Yes, is that a problem? “ he asked earnestly

“Oh, none at all! I play games myself - when I’m not busy with internships, work, and studying that is”

“Wait really, what’s your favorite at the moment?” Choso asked, sipping his coffee.

“I would say Resident Evil 8 to be specific,” you said with a grin and a tilt of your head.

Before Choso could respond, your manager came back out front. “I’m sure you two can finish your conversation another day. We have to close up shop." She stated with a tight-lipped smile, finally attempting to take registers into the break room again.

“Well, it was nice meeting you,” you said untying your apron and grabbing your muffin from the display.

“Likewise, y/n. See you around sometime.”

Choso uttered making his way out of the cafe, and boldly smiling back at you with a twinkle in his tired eyes.

[krak-jj]

Ask: "Hey i was wondering if you could do a Saiki x reader who loves cats, preferably x male or gn!"

(sorry if i didn't get the ask right all the way, first time responding to one 😅)

KITTY KAT!

saiki k. x male reader.

!lowercase intended for the story!

summary: kusuo didn't like cats to begin with, so why would you bring one to him knowing how he feels.

warnings!

jealous saiki

hope you enjoy!-JJ

(author note at end)

A nice spring day as the birds were singing and the bees a buzz, and flowers blooming.

today, kusuo saiki will be hanging out with his boyfriend, alone for once. he wouldn't say it outloud; but he was excited, to say the least. he hasnt had the time to hang out in a good amount of weeks.

so he was waiting patiently for the man. but when he looked at the time, he realized his lover was five minutes late. which was unlike his loving boyfriend.

but before the pink headed man had time to worry, he heard you approaching the gate to his family home.

as your finger went to press on the doorbell, the door flung open with an agitated looking kusuo on the other side. 'what took you so long?'

"kusuo, im like 5 minutes late. and plus, i brought a surprise!" you said excitedly as he walked over to the gate to let you in. 'you're not bringing that thing in. You know my mom is allergic, right?' "come on, kusuo, just for a little!" 'no.'

"then im not coming in." You said as the orange tabby cat peaked out of your shirt. 'y/n. dont be petty.' "at least get to know the fella before you say no?" 'i'm not doing that.'

kusuo couldn't lie. he didn't care for catsorr dogs. but something about this cat annoyed him. the way it kept talking about you in its head. as if he'd let a stupid cat take you away. how idiotic.

"comon kusuo, look at it!" your voice rang through the psychics' ears as you brought the cats face up next to yours.

'no, and that's my final answer.' his voice rang through your mind. your face dropped as so did the cats. "you're an evil man, kusuo. denying your one and only boyfriend the joy of having a feline companion. how could you?" the brows on your face furrowed .

you saw as the pink hairs above your boyfriends eyes furrowed in. you got him. "just make sure you clean up after it, and it leaves with you. understood?"

his voice rang through your ears for once, which made your heart skip a beat, but then you realized. "Oh hell yeah! thank you so much, ku!" you exclamed excitedly as you passed by him with the cat in your hands.

"good grief."

Masterlist

Hey guys, really sorry for the long as hell and random break. I was experiencing major writers block; then i had gotten this request.

after that i was like BOOM: MOTIVATION. But in the middle of writting i was stumpped. so thats why this took such a long time and is so short. so anon please know i am soooo sorry for how long this took! 🙇‍♀️

[drea-ms]

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT. (罪と罰.) DENJI.

synopsis. tragic lovers who were never meant to be tragic at all. What a tragic story.

warnings. reader dies. no description of gender. heavy angst. hurt no comfort. blood. death. read the first word of each paragraph. typos & not proof read.

— "I love you." three words, three simple words for one to say, three letters that meant every feeling meant to be beautiful, sweet, kind. But, in this case, those three smiple words were used as a lie of sorts. Sure you did love the the messy blonde haired boy, but you knew better than to love love him. You were never capable to do so. Three words so true, yet not.

Will those three words change a thing? Probably not. What a shame. "You don't mean it, I know you don't. So stop lying to me and yourself, [name]." he says, looking at you with a displeasure look on his face, blood stained in his white dress shirt and his oh so beautiful face. A face that could melt you for sure, but it doesn't right now. If love was a crime, then your punishment was this moment you were living in.

"Always���" you cough, blood coming out from your mouth, "I always mean it when it comes to you. Nothing will change that." you say, a small smile shows up on your face, a true honest smile, one that only he can get. He looks at you with a frown, he pouts. How cute, was...he always this blurry? Why is he blurry? Why can't you see him?

"Love, Lets get you up, okay? You're losing blood." He says, an unknown look is shown on his face. you can't tell what it is, you don't know who he is. What is going on? Nonetheless, you nod, after all, you were losing a lot of blood. What a pain.

You get told that love is a nice feeling, one that can make your heart beat fast for the other, a feeling no one wants to get rid of, even if it does hurt you in the process. Love is like a nice warm summer breeze, where you're standing with your beloved enjoying the sunshine and the flowers around you. Love is also a cruel, cruel feeling. Killing others like a deadly disease, harming others like it's nothing and ending stories that were never meant to ended.

"I won't make it." you state, it was obvious. The amount of blood that you have lost is high, by the time he takes you to help you'll be dead. Maybe it was a good thing, you'll finally have your peace. Living in a constant state of fear and pain gets to you sometimes. "You will. I know you will because I'm telling you to. So please, stay alive for me." He says, "Promise me." he whispers this time, holding his pinky up, looking at you with tears in his eyes.

"Promise." You say, lying to him, holding your pinky up against his and interlocking them together, both pinkies fitting together like a puzzle, smiling at him with a bright smile. You knew you were doomed from the start, He knew too but he had hope. Too much hope.

"I'm sorry, Denji."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Do you—"

"I always have."

"Hey Denji,"

"Yes?"

"I will always love you. I Promise."

Darkness enveloped your vision.

This time when you open your eyes, you're in your room.

The loop repeats once again.

notes. sorry for the long ass break guys.... i have a life and got writers block.....but!!! im writing now!!! and will probably finish some works!!! this work is based of my new fanfic in wattpad!!! it's an oc x denji but i'll probably change it to an x reader...but so sorry for the delay of works!!! really busy throughout the whole time :(

[fuxuannie]

Hi hi! Im new here so its nice to meet you (─ ▽ ─)ゞ could I request Yanqing x fem reader (or gen neutral) who became the left hand woman (or person) to Jing Yuan? How would Yanqing treat it at first? And how did reader n Yanqings relationship grow from then on? <3

* pairing(s) : yanqing x gender neutral reader

* prompt : "i was here first." "and clearly you aren't doing your job well, which is why i'm here." "hey..!-"

* authors note : cute little prompt, i rlly like this ♡ nice to meet you! sorry this took a while, clearing out requests is a chore during writers block T_T

* brief warning : Yanqing is 14-16. As someone his age, I am severely uncomfortable with the idea of people 18 and above reading this. However I cannot control people on the internet, so this is all I can say.

When JING YUAN explained to YANQING that he now had a left hand in command, he was confused. Was he not enough? It wasn't in a self depricating way, no, he was just somewhat excited to now have some sort of rivalry where he worked.

You were just about his age, very vigilant and excelled with a sword just like him. However, you didn't seem to like him either. Some sort of childish rivalry sparked between the both of you.

It started with constantly trying to one up each other during training, laughing in each others faces as one outshines the other. Then it got to how much work they do in a day, and finally the amount of praise Jing Yuan would give to both of you at the end of the day.

Eventually, you two began to open up about things outside the work setting. I mean, it was inevitable, wasn't it? You were his age, had the same interests and you both unintentionally spent so much time together.

Then there was the realization that he really wasn't the infuriating brat you thought he was, he had a certain charm and charisma when you got to know him properly. And despite his youth, he was a gentleman compared to the men you'd see around sometimes.

"You two seem to be getting along well." Jing Yuan would chuckle, arms crossed as he watched you and Yanqing bicker on who had a better quality sword.

"No, we aren't!" "No, we aren't!"

You shoot each other a glare, before bursting into a fit of laughter. A part of you didn't realize it, but Yanqing was almost like your other half. He fits with you perfectly, his soul mirrored yours and made it complete.

There was a day where you both were hanging out together out of work hours, and you and him bought ice cream of your preferred flavor and Yanqing just smiled at you.

It wasn't anything new or different about it, he was just smiling, but it wasn't just smiling to you. The way he looked, how the sun illuminated his features, and how it made your heart skip a beat.. it couldn't have been mistaken.

You had fallen inlove with him, and you fell hard.

[kiankiwi]

Saving Cinderella

(A little AU story about “that party” at Saltburn. I don’t feel it’s as good as my other works (as I ran into some writer’s block), but I just hope you like it!)

You really should’ve known better.

As much as you didn’t like Oliver (you found him quite creepy, honestly) he was still the new friend of your long-term boyfriend Felix, so you tried to be nice to him for his sake. But you hated the way he always stared at you, and how he always seemed to try and cut in on your time with Felix whenever you two wanted to be alone; it was almost as if he thought you were a bug that needed to be squashed, merely an obstacle to his eventual possession of Felix. As much as you told yourself it was nothing, something still felt really “off” about him, and you didn’t like being around him.

As such, you couldn’t help feeling relieved when Felix promised you he’d be going home after his birthday party tonight; while you didn’t know the whole story (as Felix didn’t seem to want to talk about it and you didn’t want to push him), you understood they’d had some kind of an argument and Felix didn’t really want him around any longer. Whatever the case, you were just looking forward to having one on one time with your boyfriend again.

Dressed up as Cinderella for the party, you were milling around, drinking wine, and occasionally talking to Venetia and the other guests. At some point, Oliver approached you, telling you Felix was in the hedge maze and wanted to talk to you about something. Stupidly (and not thinking entirely straight because of the alcohol you had consumed), you headed into the hedge maze by yourself in search of your boyfriend. You made it to the statue of the minotaur, before you got the feeling that something wasn’t right.

“Felix? Honey, where are you?” You called out.

Just then, you felt someone jump onto you from behind, trying to pull you to the ground. You struggled and tried to scream, but whoever it was pushed you, smashing your head into the base of the statue and creating a large gash on your forehead in the process. As you managed to turn and fight, you finally got a good view of your assailant.

It was Oliver.

As you struggled and fought, he kept ranting incoherently, shouting things like “stupid bitch” and “filthy slut” as he yelled that Felix belonged to him and no one else. You tried your hardest, managing to scratch and wound him a few times, but in your inebriated state, Oliver’s strength overwhelmed yours. He forced you to the ground, wrenching your left arm and crushing your ribs as he lay on top of you. His hands closed around your throat and squeezed as he gave you a creepy smile and whispered,

“One minute to midnight, Cinderella.”

You kicked and struggled to breathe, trying to reach for something to fight him off as your vision started to blur; he was choking the life out of you.

This is it, you thought. This is how I go.

Just then, you heard a voice yell “Get your filthy hands off her!” And you saw a flash of gold wings to your right; it was Felix. 

He rushed up from behind Oliver, tackling him and pulling him off you. You immediately gasped for air and struggled to your feet, seeing Felix beat up Oliver as some of the other party guests came in behind him, before the overwhelming sense of wooziness overtook you, and everything went black as you collapsed.

****

“Baby? Come on, baby, please wake up…”

You felt a kiss on your lips, and you awoke; finding yourself in Felix’s bed, dressed in one of his large pajama shirts. You didn’t know how long it’d been. A day, two days? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that you felt a little spaced out and woozy, that you had a huge bandage on your head, and that you were looking at an extremely worried Felix who looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

He sighed with relief as your eyes opened. “Honey? Thank God; I was starting to think you’d never wake up after Ollie went off his head like that.”

Oliver. Now you remembered. You started to sit up in a panic, trying to get out of bed, but Felix stopped you. “No, don’t get up so fast; you’re gonna make yourself dizzy and I don’t want you falling again.”

“But—Oliver, he, he’ll try to hurt you��!”

“Calm down, love. He’s not here anymore. He can’t hurt you or me ever again.”

You looked confused now. “What happened? Wait…don’t tell me you—!”

Felix laughed. “Relax, honey. I didn’t kill him; I’m not that stupid. But I did give him a good thrashing before the men in white coats took him away. Should’ve done it a while ago, honestly; he was completely out of his mind.”

“So he’s…what, in jail?”

“Kind of. He’s in a secure hospital for the criminally insane. I seriously doubt he’ll be going anywhere for a while.”

He sighed. “Honey, I’m so sorry you had to put up with him. I knew he was a little off, but I never thought he’d go this far to get to me. I…I guess I just didn’t want to believe he was that sort of a person.”

You hugged Felix, just feeling relieved he was here and you were safe with him, before speaking up.

“I’m just glad it’s over and I’ve got my Prince Charming back.”

Felix laughed, before picking something up; one of the clear “glass slippers” you’d worn as part of your Cinderella costume that night. 

“By the way, “Cinderella”, you left your shoe in the maze.” 

He held you close and kissed you, whispering against your neck.

“But at least I don’t have to travel around the whole kingdom to find my queen.”

**** 

@arianatheangel-girl is SO GOOD, EVERY SINGLE one of her fics... THEY ALWAYS BLOW MY MIND!!! Thank you for writing me a saltburn one!!!!

[cookie-kisses]

Hi! Welcome to the cookie writer community here there are a lot of nice anons and many amazing writers! I noticed your post about taking requests when I was looking at most recent cookie run × reader stuff and saw you and thought I'd send in a request and welcome you! Also it's cool you're a yandere writer too! Not many writers are a fan of writing yandere so it's nice to see another yandere writer to add some spice to the mix! Oh and you do male reader writings? Neat! I like gender neutral since it involves everyone but...despite being a female...seeing so many x females well...it's like only having one meal over and over again. You just end up wanting something different and new, yaknow?

Anyway sorry for that ramble! Just already excited to see some of your more romantic writing!

Now...may I request an affogato x a sweet, cuddly reader hcs? If you wanna do a one shot instead, that would be fine! Like maybe the reader found affogato after he was forced to flee from the dark cacao kingdom and decided to take him under their wing and nurse them back to health and let him live with them? Maybe the reader also treats them sweetly and never falls for their manipulation because they are so sweet, it just flies over their head and they just think affogato is being nice and always offers him hugs and welcomes any hugs! Bonus if the reader secretly knew the whole time about who he was and what he had done...buuut had heard his story about his sad life (the whole asking to sit in a chair with no comfort thing) and wanted to give them a happy life to turn them good...aaaaand possibly hope affogato chooses to stay even after he recovered because the reader loves their cuddles and actually has a crush on them...and affogato finds out by either overhearing a convo where the reader's friend calls them insane because of what they were doing or affogato finds their diary!

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Oh my sweet, sweet anon. My sweet, precious anon, thank you. You don’t understand how infatuated I am with Affogato Cookie. He’s one of the reasons I started writing!

My account is actually about a year old, but due to massive writing block I never posted any content. I also agree on the same repetitive content! It’s quite disappointing reading a piece of content that’s really well written, but Y/N is automatically female. (Especially without any prior notice.) I use my blog to give an opening to male readers but otherwise make it gender neutral to be inclusive.

And yes! I write yandere content (within reason.) The stories tend to be more bitter, but the bitterness and conflict is what makes it interesting. I wish for my content to provide something new!

When I saw Affogato Cookie’s name pop up I nearly jumped out of my seat, I will surely have fun with this.

Warmth&Love

Cw: Minor swearing

The frigid snow of the Dark Cacao Kingdom beats down on the land, temperatures reaching below zero. A blizzard hurdles from north, The Black Citadels doors locked up tight, villagers barricading their house windows, cake hounds and cream wolves huddling against each other. Even the beasts of the lands couldn’t stand the cold.

The freezing land of the kingdom was no place for a cookie to stray out alone, yet Affogato cookie found himself trudging away from it. Exiled for treason with no one to turn to, he wandered the frigid hills. Affogato cookie cursed himself. He was close to having everything! He almost had it all, but now he had nothing. Again

Affogato cookie didn’t know where he was going or where he was. His sight was blinded by pure white fluttering around him, the frigid cold clung onto his body. Snow hugging onto his eyelashes and finger tips. Every step took more energy than the last, the cold finally taking its toll.

Unable to support himself any long his knees collapsed with his body. His vision blurred, head filled with cotton. He failed to see the approaching figure before passing out from the cold.

Laid in the corner, Affogato cookie slept unconscious atop of a wooden bed. His body was blanketed with a fluffy, wool cover. It was a humble cabin, limited space, but it was a home nonetheless.

Clinking could be heard from the kitchen. There you were, working in the kitchen before fixing a bowl of soup, your eyes fixating on Affogato cookie.

You found Affogato cookie passed out in the cold while wandering for lumber. It wasn’t the smartest move because of the blizzard, but your idiocy saved a man. You know who he was, your friend warned you about him before you moved away from your home village. They always suspected something wasn’t right, but you couldn’t have cared less. You were head over heals for that man. You knew everything. This was your chance to treat him ever so sweetly and maybe even do something more.

Your mind retraced the events once more, thinking of different scenarios before being interrupted by the squeak of the bed frame. Affogato Cookie sat against the bed, dazed, before gathering his composure and haughty demeanor in an instant when he spotted you. Even when exiled, he couldn’t let his sweet facade slip again, no?

Placing the bowl of broth onto a serving tray you placed the board along his lap with a spoon alongside it.

Affogato Cookie slowly felt a smile curl his lips. What a lovely opportunity this was. Oh, how he thanked you for saving him. Sweet praises slipped from his mouth, putting on a sultry voice.

“What do we have here? Oh how strong and brave you must’ve been to save me from such a strong storm! Aren’t you something?”

He laced his words with the sweetest sugar, complimenting your strength, kindness, generosity, anything he could think of to get you to fall under.

But to his dismay, you stood unfazed by his sweet remarks, instead thanking him before questioning about his condition.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Do you need anymore blankets?”

“Are you comfortable?”

“Is there anything else you need?”

His facade wavered slightly, partly irritated his smooth talk didn’t work, partly because he didn’t expect such warmth. He surely didn’t expect you to offer him a place either.

“Stay as long as needed but please, spend the night at least.”

Knowing he had no other option, he accepted. Where else would he go?

Despite his exile, it didn’t stop Affogato cookie’s desire for control and admiration. Often he’d coil around you as he crooned compliments. He spoke with constant sugar coated praises and faux sincerity, grazing your body with gentle touches. He’d cradle your cheek, leaning in, whispering sweet things. All attempts to make you melt, waver, and bend.

“Aren’t you a lovely, thing? Heh heh.”

“What have we here? Oh aren’t you adorable…”

“Hm hm hm- why, aren’t you a dear.”

“Can I ask you a favor? You’re quite the strong one..”

But despite all his efforts, your demeanor never faltered. You’d smile at him with the genuine, sweet smile he always seen you wear. You’d return the affection leaning into his touch, but never quite bending the way he wanted you to. Your demeanor soon started affecting him. (Oh, the sweet irony.) He couldn’t help but find his face flaring up whenever you smiled with such kindness at him.

The more time Affogato Cookie spent around you the more conflicted he was. Constantly you pampered him, always making sure he was comfortable and happy. You were quite physical with your affection too, reciprocating his touches. When Affogato brushed up against you it was empty sweetness, nothing more than a deceitful attempt, but your touches were filled with mesmerizing warmth. He could feel his composure melt bit by bit and he had no idea what to do about it.

Slowly he started to consider the idea of just settling in. Perhaps he wouldn’t have to pull strings for admiration after all. You were so sweet, he might’ve even caught something for you.

His arrogant facade finally slipped off one day when you cuddle alongside him by the fireplace. He melted into your side and basked in the warmth. Yes. This was a life worth living. He finally had someone by his side, a loving companion, maybe something even more. His eyes fluttered closed in content, leaning against you warm body.

You sat still as he slept on your shoulder, a small smile crept on your face. Sighing contently you cradled him in your arms once more and carried him up to your bedroom, tucking him in. You smile gently and pecked his forehead. You couldn’t help but stare at him with adoration, he’s so beautiful to you, and now you finally had him with you. You wish you could get closer.

However, a knock from downstairs pulled you out from your daydream. Gently you treaded down the stairs, reluctant to make any noise.

Opening the door you were met with a familiar face. A former friend from your home village stared at you, a concerned expression on their face.

Your heart sank to your stomach. If you wanted to see their face again you wouldn’t have moved away from the village.

“Hey-”

You interupted.

“What do you want?”

“Erm- have you possibly seen, you know- euhm Affogato Cookie around recently?”

The cookie treaded cautiously with their words, their voice not above a whisper. Your eyes narrowed, you knew what this was about, but you feigned ignorance.

“Why?”

You craned your head sideways.

“Well- I just wouldn’t want you to get hurt or anything. You know what he’s done…”

Your face contorted into one of irritation.

“Don’t start with this again.”

In an instant their tone rose, their anger fluctuating as they spoke.

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not like you love the man who tried to overthrow the kingdom and start a cult!? I’m so sorry that you’re fucking insane!”

Choking out an irritable laugh the two of you bickered at the front door, spitting out meaningless insults.

Meanwhile, upstairs the string of voices woke up Affogato Cookie, miffed he was woken from his sleep. But Affogato being a nosy man, his interest piqued from the commotion downstairs. Walking half way down he peeked his head over the wall, listening in. Your argument nearly became a screaming match.

“Are you drunk?? You love a fucking psychopath! He’s a power hungry mooch!”

“Oh, I wonder who caused him to be this way? You and the village did! This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t abuse a goddamn child. All he needed was love! And that’s what I’m giving him now. How about you fuck off and let me live my life?!”

“You’re dense! You can’t jus-“

The door slammed in their face.

Your hand rested on the doorknob, barely able process anything. Your other hand shook violently. You turned your head looking behind you, your eyes met Affogato’s. Your face as pale as the snow. Neither of you blinked as you stared at each other, not a word slipping out.

Affogato cookie slowly crept down the stares, standing just a few inches from you.

This was not how you planned things to be! They weren’t supposed to know yet- what if he didn’t even feel the same? You should’ve just closed the door. Thoughts of rejection ran through your head, failing to see a smile spread across his lips and his advances. Finally, you were snapped out of your head when a pair of lips pressed against yours.

“How amusing. I am blessed to be yours.”

Your face flushed as you returned the kiss, a shaky breath of relief leaving your body. You couldn’t be happier, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too darling.”

💋

~Cookie-Kisses

[imogenkol]

— WIP IT’S WEDNESDAY SOMEWHERE

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cheating a little bit again because I have writers block and I’m trying to remedy that by reworking old writing (and also trying to refresh my love for said old writing) so hopefully ya’ll enjoy my two favorite werewolf siblings

Jayde waited in the rain for as long as she could before the beckoning warmth of the twenty-four hour diner across the street became too tempting to resist. It was worth the risk of getting recognized. All she wanted was to not be soaked to the bone like a sad mutt chained to the doghouse. And some damn coffee.

The dark, clouded sky gradually turned gray with an oncoming sunrise. Jayde sipped on the bitter liquid from the warm mug in her hands and stared out of the window beside her, watching the endless streaks of raindrops as they raced down the lightly fogged glass. Finally, she spotted a familiar pickup truck pull into the parking lot. Something bulky lay strapped in the bed, a blue tarp shielding it from the weather.

Skye stepped out of the truck once she parked. She was a fair bit shorter than her older sister with mossy green eyes instead of dark blue, but besides that, the two were unmistakable as siblings. They shared the same blonde hair and facial structure, though Jayde always thought Skye resembled their mother more. Or perhaps she secretly favored the idea of inheriting their father’s features. While they were similar in base appearance, the sisters differed in personality. Skye walked lightly, almost with a skip in her step, to mirror her bubbly attitude. She almost always had a small, arrogant smirk on her face like she understood a joke that everybody else didn’t. Most of the time she did.

She wore that exact smirk as she slid into the booth across from Jayde. “So, spill.”

“I got my ass beat, alright?” Jayde recalled in annoyance. “Wound up on lockdown in the local hospital, but I got out.”

“On your own…?” Skye clearly sensed that she left out important information.

Jayde sighed. For whatever reason, she didn’t want her to know about Nadya. Maybe because she knew her little sister would mercilessly make fun of her for it. “No, I had help.”

A waitress came by to offer Skye a menu and some coffee, which she eagerly accepted with a sarcastic comment about a bear doing its business in the woods that went over the poor old woman’s head. Once the now slightly perturbed waitress left, a moment of silence lingered between them until Skye held up her hands. “Well? Don’t leave me hanging.”

“There was a resident at the hospital,” Jayde complied hesitantly. “I convinced her to help me and she took me in while I recovered.”

“There it is,” Skye said triumphantly with a massive grin. Jayde rolled her eyes. “Is that whose scent is all over you? She smells nice, is she pretty, too?”

“None of your business.” She fixed the younger wolf with a warning glare. “Now, can I have my shit?”

“Geez, you’re no fun,” Skye complained.

“Skye, I have had a long couple of weeks,” Jayde told her in a scolding tone. “All I want is enough supplies to be on my way.”

“And where is that this time?” the younger sibling retorted with a sudden seriousness. “Am I gonna get another call in a month asking for more ammo? Or to bail you out of the slammer? Or how about a mental hospital? You haven’t got yourself fucked in one of those yet.”

“For your information,” Jayde started, a snarl nearly escaping her throat. “I’m gonna linger around here for a little while longer.”

Skye’s mossy eyes went wide with shock. “Really. You? The Lodge isn’t good enough, but this city is?”

Jayde was in no mood to have this argument with her for the tenth time. Nothing she could say would make Skye understand her reasons for staying away as long as she has.

“It’s not like that, I have to.”

“Why?” Skye prodded. “I would think you’d want to put as much distance between yourself and here as soon as you can.”

Jayde grinded her teeth. Skye wouldn’t let her deflect. She would also see right through any excuses and become even more pushy for an explanation. “I have to make sure the girl that helped me won’t be in any danger once I’m gone. She broke me out of the hospital and saved my life when everyone was calling me a terrorist. And she did it to protect people, so it’s not gonna sit well with me if something happens to her.”

“She broke you out?” Skye marveled in bewilderment, clearly impressed.

Jayde nodded. “Yes. I’ve been lying low at her place for the past week.”

“Damn, she’s ballsy,” Skye chuckled. “Or just really stupid.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jayde agreed with a small smile. “Trust me, it’s the former.”

“How are you gonna know if she’s safe or not?”

“I had her get a burner phone to call me if she needs help. That’s why I have to stay in the area until this blows over, I don’t want to be too late. Which reminds me, I need your phone.” Jayde held out her hand.

She scowled at her suspiciously. “Why mine?”

“‘Cause yours is the number I put in hers.” She motioned for her to surrender it. “You haven’t gotten any other calls besides me, right?”

“Why’d you give her my number?” Skye asked incredulously.

“Because mine’s gone, genius.”

“Then buy a new one, dumbass.”

Jayde sighed in exasperation. “It was easier to give her your number, now cough it up.”

Skye groaned dramatically and fished her phone out of one of her pockets. “Here.”

Jayde deftly caught the bright pink cellphone as her menace of a sister suddenly tossed it at her head and snickered at her disappointment. Supernatural reflexes had very little to do with the save, she had years of practice anticipating Skye’s antics. When Jayde looked down and saw the cheap Hello Kitty sticker stuck on the back, she glanced back up quizzically. “Really?”

She shrugged. “I went to a couple hospitals looking for you. They don’t exactly keep the kid stickers locked up.”

Jayde made a noise of displeasure. “I would’ve preferred a Finding Nemo one.”

“Then get your own damn burner and steal whatever sticker you want the next time you inevitably end up in a hospital again,” Skye bit back.

“I owe you. Happy?”

“My favorite words to hear,” she replied with a bright smile and took a sip of coffee. “So what did you tell her?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, with everything the nurse did for you, she must’ve been curious. What did you come up with as a cover?”

That brought up another explanation Jayde dreaded. Might as well get this over with, she thought as she chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before shrugging. “I told her the truth.”

Another charged moment of silence fell over the two siblings as Skye completely froze with the mug to her lips. She blinked a couple of times, then shook her head like she came out of a trance. “I’m sorry, you told her the truth about what?”

“About me. What I am.” The admission made Jayde cringe.

Skye’s expression turned blank, and she slowly set the mug down. “I know you mean you told her you’re bisexual and not that you’re a werewolf, right? Because admitting that you’d be down to clown with a hot nurse is way more believable. Telling a random human that you’re a werewolf is a new level of crazy that you wouldn’t even dream of. Right? ”

“First, she’s not a nurse. Secondly, she deserved to know,” was all Jayde could think to say as a defense.

“So it is the mental hospital for you next.”

“Skye –”

“You are the last person I expected to be that stupid, Jayde.”

The older wolf leaned forward in her seat and poked the surface of the table. “I did not make that choice lightly. Nadya put her entire life on the line for me without any thought for repayment. It was only natural that she had questions, and she was too smart for my shitty excuses. She would’ve figured it out herself if I hadn’t told her.”

Skye didn’t look convinced. “And how do you know she won’t tell anyone?”

“She’s not like that,” Jayde insisted.

“You’re willing to bet everything on that. On a human you’ve known for a few days,” her sister stated more than asked.

Jayde patted a couple of her jacket pockets before she remembered which one she put the small polaroid in. She pulled it out and dropped it on the table in front of Skye. The younger wolf picked it up and studied it with disinterest until she flipped it around and saw the note Nadya wrote on the back. She glanced up at her sister curiously.

“She’s a photographer,” Jayde explained. “When I told her I liked that picture, she gave it to me.”

Skye sat in silent contemplation for about a minute as she stared at the photo in her hands with pursed lips. Eventually, she gave a nod, and Jayde felt relieved that her sister finally accepted what she was certain of. Her eyes met Jayde’s and brightened with that mischievous smirk again. “It’s not just the picture you like, is it?”

Jayde raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

“Hot nurse saves your life, offers you a roof, gives you a gift before you go,” she held up the polaroid, flipping it between her fingers like a coin, “and you tell her the truth, give her a phone to call you, and stay in the city you almost got gunned down in to make sure she’s safe. Sounds like you have a crush.”

At first, Jayde felt offended by her assumption, but then her face quickly flushed with embarrassment. Is it that obvious? she thought before anything else, which threw her for a loop. Jayde knew she felt attraction towards the human, but it hadn’t even occurred to her that what she experienced might be a crush. Children get crushes for fuck’s sake, but apparently so do full grown werewolves who have to fight for their lives every single day.

Just like always, her sister knew her too well.

“Even if you were right, it doesn’t matter.” Jayde shrugged in an effort to seem nonchalant. “I’ll never see her again.”

Skye wagged an eyebrow. “Or maybe she’ll call you.”

Jayde rolled her eyes at her for the millionth time that morning. “I didn’t give her the phone to keep in touch. It’s for an emergency only, and she knows that.”

“Maybe an ‘emergency’ will happen.” Jayde’s whole body tensed as she sensed one of her little sister’s bits coming. Skye continued, using a high-pitched voice as she dramatically fanned herself. “Oh, Jayde, some trenchcoated goons have been lurking outside my house trying to sell me a new vacuum cleaner! Please, save me! You’re my only hope!”

Jayde scowled at her. “You think you’re so funny.”

“Come on!” Skye urged. “There’s gotta be some small part of you that’s hoping she’ll call.”

“No,” she said firmly, though Skye was partially right. A huge part of Jayde hoped that she would see Nadya again one day, just not under dire circumstances. But another part of her knew that was the only way she’d get to see her again.

“Fine,” Skye said, clearly not convinced, and handed the polaroid back.

Jayde took a few moments to stare at the photo fondly. She flipped it over to look at the note on the back and ran her fingertips over the letters Nadya wrote. Then she carefully returned it to the pocket it came from.

“You want some breakfast?” she asked Skye, ignoring the knowing grin on her face.

[thetopazdragon]

I really vibed with the last guys ask for a Tartaglia x reader. If you could.... could hook a sister up with a Tartaglia x Fem!reader? I'd really appreciate hun <3

Sure!! And you dont gotta be shy abt it anon!! I'll write whenever I have time and (knock on wood) I am currently free of writer's block!!!

(Also go check out my best friend kimasworks because they write fanfics too)

(Tartaglia (childe) x Fem!Reader)

Where to begin...

Tartaglia, or Childe as you had come to know him, was always someone who was flirty with everyone (and I mean EVERYONE)

So whenever he flirted with you, you never took it genuinely as flirting to entice romance. You always laughed and shrugged it off, even when he made you as red as the mask he wore on his head. You never understood why he seemed so... disappointed when you told him he was "funny", and it seemed to get on his nerves when you laughed his flirting off as just him trying to get attention.

Childe had always loved you, ever since he laid eyes on you. He would stare from the sidelines, watching how you moved, how you talked, how you fought. It made him all the more attracted to you.

When you had finally (albeit reluctantly) became friends with him, he was overjoyed that he could be your friend. He was highly aware that you mistrusted him, but that didn't deter him from his goal: Make her MINE.

He would admit any day that you had gotten after him more than a few times for being possessive. After all, he wanted you desperately to be his. Still, he never had the balls to even consider asking you out. Every time he tried, his mouth would feel dry, his palms would sweat furiously under his gloves, his knees would tremble, and he would fully clam up.

You yourself had always found him a little endearing, once you got past the part of him that was indeed a Fatui harbinger. Sadly though, you always thought he was just a playboy, as he flirted with almost every woman he saw (whether to get a deal or just get a reaction you may never know). You fully believed (by paimon's words) that he was just trying to fluster you to satisfy his lust for attention.

But one day, he had had enough beating around the bush. He asked you to meet him in Wanmin Restaurant, as he wanted to "talk". You, believing you were in trouble, prepared for a fight, but Childe got in a nice, formal outfit, and even bought you Rainbow Roses all the way from Fontaine.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Child was outside waiting for you, bouquet of roses in hand. You looked surprised, as you had been expecting a fight, not a date. Childe smiled sheepishly, and you realized that you were a total idiot.

"Is this- Is this not a fight-? I thought we were going to have to battle again-" You asked, looking up at the tall boy as you stood before him.

Tartaglia burst into laughter, his tension easing. "Would I have brought roses to fight you??"

You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed for your behavior. Even at that moment, the dots all connected. The flirting, the possessiveness, the staring and grinning like an idiot, the absolute adoration he showed you. It was all genuine.

"B-but- When you flirted with the other girls I thought-" "I was practicing.. I wanted to make sure I knew what to say to you so I didn't make a fool of myself!"

Childe laughed, his laugh easing all tension. He took your hand, gently giving you the flowers and looking at you like you were the only woman in the world.

"I could never NOT be genuine about how I feel for you, Traveler."

After that night, you both planned weekly dates, whether it was going out and just having fun or getting each other out of trouble, you both enjoyed it. On your 3rd date, Childe finally gained the courage to ask an important question. You had just defeated your 17th whopperflower of the day, and as you collected the nectar, he held you from behind. When you stood, he smiled and held you closely, his hands on your waist. He never imagined how wonderful it would feel to feel your hips under his fingers.

"Traveler..? May I... May I kiss you?"

(i think yall can imagine your own answer! Thats all, folks, and please send in an ask to request a story!!)

[gamesception]

Sception Reads Cass Cain #28

Batgirl (2000) #12 writer: Chuck Dixon pencils: Dale Eaglesham

Batgirl (2000) takes a break from the usual creative team for a tie in to the Batman Crossover of the month, Officer Down. We've seen Eaglesham draw Cass a few times now & he's always solid. Dixon wrote for Cass back in Robin 73, which wasn't the best showing for her. Better this time, if more reliant on narration blocks than I'd like. Kind of odd that this is a 'tie in' rather than part of the story proper. Like they didn't want people to feel they had to buy this issue? I'd say it was a slight against Cass, except it's not like she was kept out of the rest of the crossover, she's in like half the issues.

But the fact that this issue is partially segregated from the rest of the crossover is convenient for me anyway, as it gives me an excuse to just look at this issue on its own this week, while next week we can bundle together the rest of Cass's appearances in the cross over.

Off the top, I have to say I really like the art in this issue. Eaglesham's fast cementing his place as my second favorite Cass artist. And not just because I like the way he draws Cass as Batgirl, but just, I mean, look at this page here, with all the details and personality packed into the scene. Kudos also to Jason Wright, the colorist for this issue, for really capturing this warm cozy homely interior, almost nostalgia-sepia-toned, while everything outside is cold and wet and blue. A single page that really captures Cassandra's isolation. At this point in her story she's basically living as Batgirl 24/7. No alter ego, no normal life, no friends. Not even really any connections apart from her somewhat fraught relationship with Barbara and her extra fraught relationship with Bruce. To see Cass on the outside looking in at the sort of connections that seem so impossibly distant, especially after the run in with her father last issue, it really works.

I also love these panels of Cass navigating Gotham, moving around like a shadow, often in the background or in silhouette. Bits like that convey the spookiness of this Batgirl a lot more than other artists who give her an angry face or emphasize the stitching on her mask or the like.

Love that panel of her rubbing her chin, thinky face clearly visible through the mask. Batman's out, so Cass decides to start investigating on her own. It's nice to see her doing the detective part of the bat-person vigilante job, rather than just leaving that part to Barbara, and Dixon does a good job of walking the reader through her thought process.

He is relying on narration blocks a bit more than I'd like, but he keeps them short and terse. Cass can talk now, but English is still a second language, and that comes across pretty well, imo. I was very critical of Dixons last showing with Cass, but he's honestly doing a solid job with her here, and as much as I don't care for them in general, I think the thought bubbles are helping. Some writers just have a hard time wrapping their heads around a non-verbal character. I'd imagine even just a little bit of language makes thing a world easier.

That said, not to beat a dead horse here, but with Cass speaking a few words here and there like this, they could have believably gotten her to this point through her own effort by studying with Barbara, no psychics required. Just saying.

I guess it hadn't really been decided how much Cass's new speaking ability had translated to reading yet? It seems from these panels that she can read at least a little, at least enough to recognize names and dates as such, which is more than she can do later on. But clearly she's not comfortable or adept enough at reading to get much out of the police files beyond Catwoman maybe being involved, and you can feel her frustration here when she abandons the papers to finally just go ask Babs for help.

Good stuff.

Of course, Babs isn't home either.

Again, I really like the way Eaglesham draws Cass. I like it more each time he shows up in this retrospective. Love little head tilt in the first panel, love the cape in the second panel there, very dracula-esque. Love that we can kind of see her face through the mask, makes her feel like a person.

Oh, you poor random doofus goons.

There's an ok fight scene at one of Selina's safehouse, albeit against no-name mooks. The panels are well drawn, the fight's perfectly readable, but it still feels pretty arbitrary, like hitting a minimum action quota for the issue.

Regardless, Selina isn't there, and the issue ends with Cass abandoning her solo efforts to go find the others.

As an event tie in the overall issue feels... pretty unnecessary. Nothing is really discovered, the story isn't advanced at all, nothing much happens. Makes sense that it wasn't an official part of the crossover, though you're left kind of wondering what the point was at all.

Even so, I kind of like the issue regardless. Eaglesham does a spectacular job with the art all the way through, and Dixon seems to have a much firmer handle on the character this time around. We get some solid panels of Cass trying to do some detective work on her own, something we rarely see, and the excellent bit early on of her flittering around through the city like a shadow. That sense of isolation from the first page really permeates the entire issue even if if the plot never touches on it, with Cass seeking out the only two people she really knows only for both of them to be out.

So yeah, even if nothing that happens in the issue really matters much, even if it doesn't really tell a stand alone story per se, I still like this one a lot.

[arkhamsrevenge]

Dent’s Daughter

Pt. 2

(Authors Note: Sorry it’s taken so long for me to write a part 2! I have horrible writers block each time I write something. I never seem to know where to start pt2! Also, I imagine Gotham Knights Jason, Dick and Tim for part 1 &2)

“Here.” Red Hood handed me another ice pack. My throat had bruised over about 2 weeks into hiding. Red insisted on hiding me the moment we left the building. I didn’t remember most of our journey to the safe house, still trying to wrap my head around what had happened. Harvey...no Two-Face almost killed me. Red sat down next to me as I placed the ice pack on my throat, the cold dulled the ach a little bit. Out of the 2 weeks we have been here Robin hadn't come to see me. Red said his guilt is eating him up. He blames himself for what happened. I didn’t blame him at all. It was going to happen one way or another, I knew I'd have to confront that fear eventually. I just hoped Harvey would have been the one I spoke with.  “Is there anything else I can do?” Red whispered. I shook my head, still not able to speak. Some words were making their way out to my mouth but often my throat started to pulsate if I used it for too long. “Ok. I’ll be...outside.” He said getting up and walking out of the room. Red insisted on guarding the safe house himself, making sure Two Face’s goons weren’t lurking around. I closed my eyes and laid down on the couch.  

When I woke again, it was light out. The ice pack was gone but water and some eggs were waiting for me on the coffee table along with the Jane Austin book I was reading. “I was wondering where that went.” I sat up and turned to Red. “I must’ve put it in your pile of books when I got them.” My eyebrows furrowed.  

“Y-you re-read?” I strained. Red nodded.  

“I read a lot and do some knitting.” I felt a soft smile appear on my face.  

“I..cro-chet.” I croaked. “Easier.” Red chuckled, his voice boomed throughout the room. I felt my cheeks get hot. Over the 2 weeks we’ve been together, oddly Red and I became close. I enjoyed his company and he seemed to like mine.  

“Really? I thought knitting was easier for me. Do you like the book?” I nodded. “Good. Glad someone else has a good taste in books.” Red then took two long strides to sit next to me. The couch creaked as his weight was added. “Eat.” My eyes broke away from the white lenses, picked up the eggs and started to eat. The eggs were soft and didn’t need much effort to get down. As I ate, I reached for the remote to turn on the TV.  

“This is Vicky Vale with the morning news.” Oh fantastic. “Two Face has been behind bars for days now. His hearing begins tomorrow so he may answer for his crimes.” Red reached for the remote, but I held it out of reach giving him a “I’m not a baby” look. He then retracted and held his hands up surrendering. “However, Gotham citizens are still wondering where his adapted daughter is. Many guess she is in hiding, now we all hold our breath to see if she will testify again-” I turned the TV off. Testify? Are they nuts? I can’t even speak right now? “Shit.” Red mumbled. I turned to him, he was starting at the turned off TV.  

“How?” I asked in my raspy voice. Red finally turned to me. I could almost see the clogs turning in his head as he thought of what to say next.  

“You don’t have to.” He boomed. “You wanna stay and hide, I’ll make sure no one will interfere with that.” We sat in silence for a beat. “I’m going to contact Wing and Robin...I’m also gonna call Batgirl. She might be nice company to have around.” I nodded and swallowed roughly. “Hey. No one is gonna force you to do anything.” Red said putting a hand on my thigh. I was too scared to even get nervous of how close he was. All I could do was give him a small sad smile before he got up and left to call the others. Once I heard the door close, tears started to stream down my cheeks. Not wanting to be seen, I ran to the bathroom before covering my mouth to hide the sobs. I slid down the door and let myself fall apart. My heart broke from the attack from Two Face, and the loss of Harvey as a father.  Fear crept in, would I have to testify again Two Face or worse Harvey.  It looks my legs turning numb to bring myself back to reality. I rubbed them to get the blood flowing again before I stood up and cleaned off my face. I stayed in the bathroom for a little while longer to calm down before I opened the door. Before I walked out, I caught myself in the mirror. I had been avoiding them since the attack but this still I turned to see what I looked like. I look like shit. My throat was bruised yes but Red forgot to mention that the bruises took the form of Two Face’s hands.  

“It’s really not that bad.” I jumped when a deep voice came through, I turned to see who was not recognizing the voice. I was met with a shadow, a HUGE shadow.  

“Red?” I asked. I still sound like I smoke 9 packs of cigarettes a day.  

“Yeah sorry, should have warned you.” I swallowed, hoping he didn’t see my cheeks turning red. Without the mask muffling his voice, he sounded deeper and handsome. “It doesn’t look as bad as you think, and it’ll heal.” I nodded and looked back in the mirror.  

“You might wanna put your mask on.” I croaked. “Or else I’ll tell Two Face who you really are.” I heard a deep grumble emerge. He was laughing.  

“The mask is for you not me.” Red chuckled.  I gave him a small smile.

“How so?”  

“Can’t have you fainting at the sight of me. You might hit your head.” I snorted.  

“Ah. To handsome for the human eye?” There was silence between us.  

“Not exactly.” He grumbled. “Handsome isn’t how I’d describe my face.” I then understood, he was uncomfortable with the look of his face. He didn’t want to be seen by me. “Might scare you.”  

“I don’t think you can scare more than Two Face did.” I whispered. “But I’m not gonna force you to do something you're not comfortable with. I’m ok with little to know lights.” Red hummed.  

“Thanks.” I nodded and exited the bathroom. I was then met with Nightwing and Robin, who took one look at me and looked like he was gonna burst into tears. Guilt radiated off of him.  

“Let me guess. I need to testify.” I croaked.

“Hey, your voice is coming back!” Nightwing cheered. Robin’s eyes dropped. I started to get annoyed, he could at least look at me.

“Dude. It’s not your fault. It happened. Are you concussed?” Robin’s eyes shot at me and widened.  

“Am..I ok?” He asked. I nodded. “I’m good.” The tension seemed to ease. “You’re not gonna testify.” And here it comes again. I swallowed roughly.  

“How come?”  

“DO YOU WANNA TESTIFY?” Nightwing shouted. I blinked.  

“Would it help Harvey get better?” Everyone’s eyes were on me. I felt a creep up my spine.  

“Damn, you were right Red Hood. She’s got hella balls.” A female voice entered. I turned around to see Batgirl. Holy shit. “Hi, I’m-” “Yeah, I know. Batgirl. Big fan actually.”  

“That hurt.” Robin mumbled.  

“Just prove she’s got great taste. Right again Red. Oh. Are we showing her?” I took a step back.  

“Show me what?”  

“Who we are of course.” Batgirl said like it was nothing.  

“Why the hell would you show me who all of you are. I’m Two Face’s daughter.” I was in shock. What the hell is wrong with these vigilantes. The purpose of a secret identity is for it to be a SECRET.

“No. Your Harvey Dent’s daughter.” Batgirl said softly.

“Why does that matter?” I whispered.  

“Because your adapted father and ours were close. Very close.” I furrowed my brow. Batgirl then stepped forward and took off her cowl.  

“Hey. I’m Barbra.”  

“Oh. The Commissioner’s kid. Ok yeah, that makes sense.” I thought for a moment. Who did The Commissioner talk to the most. Bruce Wayne. I smiled and turned to look at Nightwing. “Dick Grayson, Tim Drake and,” I turned to the towering shadow who had been silent. “Jason Todd.”

After a very long pause we were all sitting around the small safe house sharing stories about our mentors.  Jason had been silent for most of it. I felt his eyes burning into the side of my head, like he was confused or something. I caught Dick elbow him to which Jason grunted.  

“Well, it was nice to finally meet you. But we all have...a case to build. Two Face may have more allies than we thought.” Barbra finally said as she stood up and stretched. I nodded.  

“I can help. I know most of the people Harvey put away. Maybe Two Face made friends with them.” Barbra’s face lit up.  

“That would be wonderful! Can you write them down tonight? Jason can send it over to me.” Barbra asked, getting ready to leave through the window with Dick and Tim. I realized that Jason was staying behind, hopefully he’ll talk to me instead of staring and grumbling.  

“Yeah.” I answered before they all disappeared. My stomach growled at me, guess it’s time for dinner. I turned to Jason who had his head down. “Hey you hungry?” He didn’t respond. By now I’ve picked up what was wrong, why he was so apprehensive about showing his face. There's a giant scar on the side of his head. I didn’t mind it, thought it made him look cool but I’m sure he doesn’t like it because it holds as a painful reminder of trauma long ago. “I’ll make something for you anyway. You’ll defiantly eat it,” I turned to see Jason looming over me, his eyes still down. “later.”  His huge form boxed me in against the kitchen sink. “Dude. Are you ok?” I asked genuinely.  

“Are you scared of me?” Jason asked.  

“Uh, no? But the way you're looming over me doesn’t exactly scream harmless Michael Myers.” Jason moved back slightly. “What’s really bothering you?”  

“You.” He answered. I blinked not knowing why I was the one bothering him when he’s been all dark and bruiting for the past hour. “You look at me like my face isn’t scary.”  

“It’s not.”  

“Don’t lie.” I took a step forward.  

“I’m not. Your face isn’t scary Red. Quit the opposite.” I waited for his response. Jason finally raised his head, his blue eyes met mine. He seemed to be studying me to see if I was really telling the truth. His eyes changed when he confirmed I was indeed truthful with him. Jason’s hands slowly made their way to my arms; they traveled upward till he stopped at my throat. His fingers brushed up against the bruises lightly not wanting to disturb them causing pain.  My hands reached up to hold his wrists. We stayed in our position for minutes or hours I’m not really sure.  My body felt tingly and calm. I knew he wouldn't hurt me; it didn’t even cross my mind. I waited for him to say something. Finally, his arms dropped.    

“Sorry. I just-” Jason started.  

“It’s ok. I trust you.” I said, walking around him, still confused about what the hell just happened. “Do you want-” I was interrupted by Jason pulling me back. His lips were on mine. One arm had pulled me to him while the other cupped under my jaw. I closed my eyes after a second to process what was happening and kissed back. Jason suddenly jumped back, breaking the kiss.  

“Sorry I shouldn't of force you to-” This time I pulled him back to me to kiss him again. It’s been a bit since I’ve trusted anyone like this. I smiled to myself as I felt him relax into the kiss.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” I whispered letting go of him. Jason shifted on his feet.

‘I’m not...right. And this is new for me, so I don’t-”

“Woah. Woah there. It was a kiss Jason, not a marriage proposal.” I chuckled. Jason actually smiled. “It’s ok. We’ll just...for now.”  

“I’ve got a lot of baggage.” Jason mumbled.  

“Me too.”  

“I’ve got a lot of trust issues.”

“I was strangled by the one person who promised never to hurt me.”

“Fair enough.” I laughed at that. Well not fully laughed more like wheezed. “I’ll make dinner. You don’t use enough spices.” I rolled my eyes.

“Excuse me for being unseasoned.” That made Jason laugh.  

“It’s been four days since Two Face broke out of Arkham. How is she doing?” I heard Babs whisper. Currently, I’m “asleep” in my bed.

“She’s fine. She knows nothing is gonna get past me.” Jason whispered back in a low tone. I smiled. Yes I do.  

“Damn it Killer. Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.” My breath caught in my throat. I turned around to face the monster that had attacked me weeks ago.

“H-Harvey? How?”

Harvey’s eyes widened as they looked at my throat, tears started to well up in his eyes.  

“They-they wouldn’t tell me what I did. They only said it was bad and I need to get better before I see you.” I heard the heart break in his voice. The realization of what he had done was finally hitting him. Harvey stepped closer; I backed up in reaction. “Hey....Killer come on you know me. I’d never-not on purpose.” The tears were falling now.  

“Harvey you gotta get back to the doctors. They can help.” My voice shook as I kept a good distance between us.  

“I know but I was worried about you. Just come with me back to the doctors, I just wanted to know you were ok.” I knew it was a bad idea, but I wanted to believe him so badly. He looked, talked and acted like Harvey but my flight or fight response wanted me to fly out of the parking lot. We are literally in the parking lot of Gotham PD. I agreed to testify for Harvey, I was going to take the stand and tell our story, how Harvey took me in, how he cared for me.  

“I can’t go with you.” My heart was pounding in my chest, worried it was going to explode. I slowly started to walk backwards. Harvey started to advance towards me until he stopped short. I felt a gloved hand around my waist. I knew who it was. Red Hood. I let him push me behind him, shielding me from Harvey.  

“You’re sick Harv. You hurt her bad, do right by her now. Turn yourself in.”  

[skywalking-through-life]

🌿🥐🪐

Hello hello my friend! I'm gonna do my best with these! 💙

🌿 - give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Okay, so I wanna start by saying that I really don't feel qualified to give advice on this, as a person who swings WILDLY between bursts of creative energy and, laying on the floor in a haze of chronic illness and executive dysfunction. 💀 Honestly, the best advice I can give is to not let your brain beat you up too badly when you're in the pits of creativity - talk back to it when it's being unrealistic and mean. I was sick from November-Aprilish this past year/months, and it was really, really hard some days to convince myself that feeling sick and tired and brain dead wasn't going to last forever. It's such an insidious feeling, lack of motivation, and once its there it feels permanent. So even when it doesn't feel like it, try to remind yourself that this is only a season of life, and that your worth is not measured by your creative output - 'this too shall pass, and I will remain' was something I told myself constantly. The other thing I might add is to let creativity come to you from wherever within you/within the world it springs. Tbh, writing smut really helped keep me going when I felt like shit, because that's the only place the creativity was, lol. If you find inspo from *anything*, take it and see where it leads you! Sometimes just creating *something* can break down the wall around whatever you're stuck on. 💙

🥐 - name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

Mr. Sky can attest that I literally always lose my mind whenever this bad boy shows up literally anywhere:

His scream kills me every time, and yes, I know how much this dates me. 😂

🪐 - name 3 good things going on in your life right now

1. I got to go to the spa and get a facial this past Friday! It's such an indulgence, but I like to treat myself once or twice a year, and it's so heavenly that I sort of understand why people with a lot more money than me are obsessed with skincare. Nice creams make your skin feel so amazing. 🥹

2. Mr. Sky and I are going on a vacation with family in about a month, and I am SO excited for it. I love the beach we're going to, and I haven't been to it in...5ish years? I can't wait to lay on a blanket and write, and float in the ocean and plot, and then get out to write some more!

3. We finally found someone to watch our baby puppy while we're gone, which is huge relief! She's a therapy dog for the hospital I work at, and she has specific hygiene and behavior rules that make it a little hard to find someone to watch her. And boarding around here is more than we can afford! Super excited for her to have a vacation of her own with some of my colleagues, who are equally excited to have her. 🥹

There are always more than 3, but that's three that come to the top of my head. 💙

[dream-trail-rpg]

Genuine questions, what are some struggles you guys have had with making a game? What are things you’ve enjoyed? And what are some advice you would give for someone trying to make their own game?

I hope to make a game of my own one day, and I’ve been meaning to ask! It was you guys that gave me hope to try and achieve that goal again, so I felt asking you guys may be a good idea!

(Also, I hope things are going well! Have a nice day!)

Howdy! Sock here!

This is going to be a bit of a long answer, so I'll hide it under the cut:

It means so much to hear that we helped as some sort of motivation towards working on your own game,,, My advice in that department is to just GO FOR IT! See what happens! See what you can manage! That's how Dream Trail got started. If you have an idea that you really want to make, just take the plunge. Push yourself and rip off that bandaid! If you don't make the choice, you may miss out on a really interesting, exciting, and life-changing future path. Just don't take on more than you can chew. Try and stay around your skill level, but if you have bigger dreams then it's not a bad idea to start learning some new skills. Be ambitious, just not too much! Sometimes, ambition can outweigh your capabilities. Try not to overfill your game and include what's NECESSARY. Sometimes you have to make unfortunate cuts, but it's important to do what benefits your game best.

As a team, we've definitely had our fair share of struggles. There will be disagreements and road-blocks that take awhile to climb over. Coding has definitely been our worst enemy, haha. But it's important to keep going. Don't let anything stop you!

Here's a message from Chip/Mod Fay, I think they've got a better way of putting this all on one plate, similarly to what I explained:

"Don't bite off more than you can chew- especially if you're a solo dev, make sure what you're making is manageable. Try to make something that focuses more on your skillset! If you're an artist, make something focused on visuals. Writer, make a story-based game. Etc etc. Of course branching out and learning new things is good! But for a first game, try and cater to your skills, unless you wanna get burnt out- Take it from someone who Didn't Do That, starting slow is the way to go. Make sure to keep things organized, otherwise things can get complicated and messy fast. It's okay to ask for help from others in areas you're less experienced in. And if you're ever realizing you're not having fun- it's always okay to take breaks! Don't overwork yourself, it ain't healthy. Trust me- The most important thing is having fun! And if that requires a few breaks, whether they be days, weeks, months, or even years long, if that what's best for you, don't feel bad about it!"

No matter the struggles, it's always worth it. We all enjoy working on Dream Trail so much, we've shared so many laughs this past year. And nothing will ever beat the satisfaction and excitement of finally releasing our demo a couple months ago. Coming up with ideas and writing dialogue and thinking about character designs, it's an amazing process that I couldn't be happier to share with my friends.

I hope that you can make the game you want to make! I'm so honoured that our game has given you a little bit of hope for your own projects! I BELIEVE IN YOU!! No matter who you are, if you make something, there will ALWAYS be someone who loves your content. Show the world what you've got!

We're still slowly getting off of our break from after the demo's release. We've starting up again, but we're not fully back on track yet, so we have nothing to write in any dev-logs. We hope to have something new for all of you soon! Thanks again for your support, and I'd honestly love some more genuine asks like this. I love answering questions!

[duckduckhjonk]

Omg look I am posting my writing again(shock)

Sorry this took so long, writers block is a bitch

Mystery of the Cyclone Chapter 5

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Penny Lamb kind of liked being forgotten. It definitely beat how it used to be. Staring eyes stabbing into her back as she walked by, snickerings that only halted when she grew near, ceaseless name calling and slurs the author isn't allowed to say. It all faded eventually as everyone forgot who she was.

Of course there were still a few who did remember her. Mainly and rather strangely was this boy in choir who would greet her by name every single day. Then again, he'd greet everyone by name every single day. There were also the bullies who remembered to pick on her but that too had died down by Senior Year.

All of this to say, senior year was great for the most forgettable girl in town. At least until the Cyclone happened. All that attention had gone straight back to being on her. People would stop her and ask her about it, how it felt, if she was scared. Rumors swirled that someone saw her lose her head.

She could only laugh at that and awkwardly move to her next class, trying not to give anything away about what happened with Karnak or the warehouse or the fact she actually did lose her head. While the choir made light of the situation, there was still grieving Penny did for Jane Doe and nearly losing her entire sense of self that night.

~~

Penny was the last to leave the choir room at the end of the day usually. She lived in the boarding house attached to the school so she never had far to walk. She spent most of that time doing mostly homework or reading so she didn't have to worry about it when she got back to the boarding house.

Penny valued her free time, so she tried to have as much of it as possible. Not that there was much to do at the boarding house other than sneak out and cause trouble around the neighborhood or find something for her and Ezra to do.

As the final bell tolled, Penny shut her book and finally started heading towards the boarding house. As quickly as her walk began, just as she expected it to, it ended. She pushed the door open, walking past most of the other boarding house kids and staff and into her shared room with her brother.

"Honey, I'm home!" She called jokingly.

"Ah, I've been expecting you..." Came a low, faux gravely voice from a dark corner. The figure swiveled around in the rolley chair and revealed himself to be Penny's brother, Ezra. He motioned a dramatic petting of a cat upon a tiger plush Penny had kept since she was a toddler.

The two soon bursted out into a fit of laughter. It lasted for several minutes only starting to fade after a staff member came through the door to check up on them. Once it did, though, the siblings found themselves comfortable spots within their shared room and began to discuss their mostly uneventful day.

"Some kids asked me about you today," Ezra said.

"What'd they ask?" Penny asked, growing concerned that what happened to her might cause Ezra to be effected.

Ezra shrugged, seemingly not caring much about it, "they were talking about watching you dying or something ridiculous like that. I don't get it really. You're not dead so why would they be saying stuff like that."

Penny shrugged as well.

"Anyways, I made like fifty bucks today, you wanna grab something to eat?" Ezra offered, shaking a bag of obviously criminally obtained money.

"I thought we weren't allowed to sell anymore?" Penny asked, visibly concerned about this more pressing matter.

"I got myself a dealer," Ezra explained, "c'mon, were in good hands, I'll treat us to a nice dinner then we could bribe the guard to loan us the game cube for the night."

Penny felt unsure about this. She, for one, very much wanted to give up all that drug selling stuff. She had friends, right? The kids in the choir! They were her friends. She worried Ezra wasn't doing so great. He was put into band, a much more... How do you put it? Concerning environment as compared to choir.

"Are you sure you want to keep doing all of that?" Penny asked bluntly, her eyebrows raising.

Ezra just nodded, silently, awkwardly. His gaze flicked away from Penny's for a few moments. The air between the two felt stiff. In fact, everything did. It was a familiar stiffness for Penny. One she could only associate with Jane Doe. A tingling, near burning sensation bubbled up within her neck.

By then, Ezra had already gone off to figure out some place to eat. He was always good at that. For some reason, Penny found herself still unable to move. The ticking of a faint and distant clock loomed ever in the background. Everything was dim. Everything felt wrong. Like she wasn't supposed to be there. Like something was coming to right the apparent wrong of her own existence.

"Penny? You alright?" Ezra snapped his fingers in front of her face, quickly breaking this trance.

"Hm? Oh, yeah," Penny replied monotonely, "I'm fine."

"Weird, you got in that trance and it looked like you were some kinda zombie," Ezra elongated the last words of the sentence as he shook Penny by her shoulders. It was a moment of jest and Penny went along with it, flailing her head back and forth with his motions.

Although, as she went to fling her head back, she felt the world around her start to spin and the wind around her pick up. It was a falling feeling. It was only after the thump of hitting the ground did she realise what had happened. As she turned to look up at her now headless body, she nearly let out a gut wretching scream.

Ezra was frozen in fear as well. His hands had yet to be removed from Penny's now headless body. Despite this, she was fine. Everything felt relatively as normal as being headless could be. Nothing hurt aside from the place where she hit her head upon falling. There wasn't blood spraying everywhere. It was silent. It was still.

Penny could move her body while like that. Although it was much more difficult. She fumbled it around, attempting to grab her head and reattach it. Ezra was of no help in this endeavor. He was still completely frozen and tears had begun to spill down his cheeks. She felt bad for causing all of this. She never meant to. Does anyone intentionally lose their head?

Eventually she managed to get to a position where she could actually grab her head and get it onto her neck. It reattached with a slight click sound, like the sound your joints make when you crack your knuckles. Penny tapped gently on Ezra's shoulder, eliciting him to flinch.

He moved his lips, stumbling breathy sounds came out as he attempted to form words. He waved his arms around frantically, mimicking what he just saw. It only stopped when Penny went in to embrace him. His arms resting firmly around his sister.

"Are you okay?" Penny asked.

"Your head just fell off... How are you okay?" Ezra replied.

"I... I have no idea."

~~

After that, the two siblings managed to sneak off to get some dinner and actually managed to have a good time. The place they chose was a local spot, not too far from the school. Everyone in town knew it as the place with the best burgers, but the Lamb siblings knew it as their special dinner spot for those special occasions.

The servers there knew them by name, and the Lamb siblings knew the servers by name. The two kids were the most regular of the regulars. Even when they lacked any money, the duo were always there, finding some way to order their favourite food. Often it would result in them working behind the counter just for a meal or even to the point of stealing from other customers.

This night was different, though. No stealing or working. They had money to pay. Although neither sibling was particularly jovial, both were thankful.

"The usual for you two?" The server asked.

"Yes please," Penny replied.

The server nodded and within moments she was gone. This left the two kids alone at their table.

"Are you going to tell the choir kids about what happened?" Ezra asked.

Penny nodded slowly, "most likely. They were involved, they deserve to know."

Penny ran a finger across her neck. A large gap had formed where a scar had originally been. It didn't hurt, it didn't feel like anything. It just felt normal. Something had to be done about it. Clearly it wasn't normal. But why? Why so sudden? Why after all this time since the Cyclone?

"Here you are," the server said, interrupting Penny's thoughts, "you alright? That scar bothering you?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, it is," Penny replied rather bluntly.

"Here." The server took the scarf she had on and wrapped it around Penny, "It won't do much, but if you're worried about covering it, that scarf should work. You can keep it."

"Oh..." Penny wasn't sure how to respond, "thanks."