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littlxpxtal · 1 month

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Midnight Rain

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 3.9K

I broke his heart because he was nice

He was sunshine I was midnight rain

May

The sunlight flashing through the blinds wakes me from my sleep, a headache immediately pounding through my temples.

I reach for my water bottle which is usually full, in preparation for mornings like these, and realize the nightstand I touch isn’t mine. I jump and realize I’m not in my own bed. I’m in JJ Maybank's bed. A few more seconds pass before I realize I’m not wearing any clothes.

“Fuck” I whisper, glancing over to see JJ laying on his stomach, face squished into his pillows.

I slide out of bed and gather all of my belongings, slipping on my shorts and top from the night before, scrambling around the bed looking for my phone.

“Where ya goin” he asks me, still half asleep.

“I-I gotta go to work,” I whisper back before rushing out of his bedroom door, flying out of his house before realizing I didn't have any underwear on. Well, that’s fucking embarrassing.

I check my phone, realizing it's on 4%, and decide to make a desperate call to my cousin Kiara. The phone rings twice before she picks it up.

“Kie, you’re never going to believe where I woke up this morning.” I say exasperated.

“Y/N, you’re never going to believe where I woke up this morning,” she whispers into the phone.

I stop in my tracks. Before I can form a response a flash of last night's events starts coming to light.

“Easssssssssssy on the liquor there doll, gon get too fucked before the sun even goes down” JJ shouts at me from behind the bar set up on the Pogue’s side of the beach. “Shut up Jay” I respond before finishing the clear liquor from my cup and placing it on the bar. “Refill please” I say, batting my eyelashes at him. “Why don’t you go to the Kook side and get them to refill your cup, ‘ve already filled it up enough tonight.” he scolded, pouring himself a cup of dark liquor with a splash of coke. “Whatever” I retort before spinning on my heels to join our friends by the water.

“Okay but why does JJ look kinda hot as a bartender” Kiara jokes with me and Sarah. “In his dreams” I chuckle and step into the water. “Thank god school is over” Sarah sighs and wraps her arm around my shoulders. I grab her wrist with my hand and look out at the sunset. “God I know, I barely made it through exams.” The sweet moment was interrupted by a splash of water hitting the sides of my legs, John B being the culprit. “Damn, stealing my girl already, Y/N?” he mused. “She was mine first.” I declare before splashing water back at him with my foot. Pope rushes behind the four of us, two beers in hand, his shirt already off. “Kooks have landed” I turn my head towards the other side of the beach to see them setting up a large DJ booth, pong tables, and 10 kegs. “They went all out again this year” I joke. “Don’t act like you dont wanna join em” JJ teases, finally joining the group by the water. I splash water at him this time, wobbling a little, feeling a bit tipsy from the 3 drinks I’ve already had. “Shouldn’t you be handling the bar Maybank?” I remark at him, quirking an eyebrow up at the messy blonde. “Pogue’s can handle themselves. Its them kooks ‘m worried about. Plus I missed you guys. Over here having tons of fun and shit without me” He playfully pushes Sarah’s arms off of my shoulders and replaces it with his. “C’mon let's go get you that refill.”

“Recap at Luna Cafe. Meet me in 10. And bring a phone charger.” I respond, ending the call and starting heading into town.

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I arrive at the Cafe to see Kiara already there.

“Hey Kie,” she leans in to hug me and I sit down, both of us silent for a moment, waiting for the first one to spill.

“I slept with JJ” I say, finally breaking the ice.

She chokes on the ice water she ordered and stares at me, bewildered.

“You did what?” she whispers, her voice hoarse from the party.

“I-I dunno how it happened I just woke up in his fucking bed, no clothes on or anything! Trust me I’m just as shocked as you are.”

“Well you guys were flirting pretty hardcore last night…” she trails off, avoiding eye contact.

“No we weren’t! We were talking to each other the same way we always have.” I respond defensively.

“Ya, and it reeks of sexual tension.”

My jaw drops in response.

“Did you bring a charger?” I ask, not wanting to continue the conversation without grounding myself with reality. She reaches down into her bag and pulls it out.

“‘M gonna call Sarah” she says.

“Great, I’m getting us drinks, want your regular?”

“Yes please” she says before putting the phone to her ear.

I walk up to the counter, ordering 3 iced lattes with Oat Milk and vanilla syrup and two ice waters.

While waiting for the drinks, another flash back forms.

The bass pounds from the other side of the beach while the group sit on logs surrounding the bonfire Pope had put together. “Kinda sounds like fun…” Pope sighs, looking longingly at the Kooks side of the summer break bash. “Lets go, just for a few songs, then we can come back and sulk” I say, standing up and brushing the sand off the back of my legs. “‘’fcourse you wanna go, those are your people” JJ snorts, taking a sip from his red cup. “And ‘m slummin it over here with you Maybank,” I slur back, making my way around the bonfire trying to gather the rest of the group. “C’mon it’ll be fun guys please. OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONGGGGGGGGGGG” I cheer, hearing Doses & Mimosas in the background. Sarah and Kiara stand, with John B and Pope following suit. I grab the girls hands and skip along to the Kook side, singing along “MAKES TIME GO SLOW SLOW SLOWWWWW” The boys trail behind us, JJ begrudgingly joining after filling his cup up again. I lead the group through the crowd of people, entering the center of the circle, forming a small circle with our friends. An unopened beer is passed to me by a cute Kook and I smile back at him before cracking it open. “DOSES AND MIMOSAS. CHAMPAGE AND COCAINE HELP TO GET ME THROUGH” the crowd cheers. “I know youre having fun Jay” I whisper in his ear after seeing him bop his head to the beat. “Yea yea, only cus you’re here” he slurs back wrapping his arms around me, finding my back now against his chest, moving our bodies along to the song playing on the speaker.

“Three lattes and two waters” the barista calls out, interrupting my thoughts.

Kiara stands to help me bring the drinks back to the table.

“Okay, so where did you wake up this morning.” I inquire, taking a large gulp from the ice water.

“Pope’s bed.”

It was now my turn to choke on water.

“No fucking way Kie.” I respond, reaching out to grab her hand. “Be so fucking for real with me right now tell me you didn’t fuck him.”

She looks down with a grimace on her face.

“I wish I was lying”

“Lying about what?” a soft voice comes from behind us. I turn around to see Sarah, who is also still in her clothes from the night before, with large sunglasses and one of John B’s caps on her head.

“Sarah. What do you remember about last night?” she laughs and lowers her sunglasses down, eyeing the both of us before sitting down.

“What do you want to remember.” she smirks. “Is one of these for me? It better be if you two drug me out of bed to meet this early.”

“Yea this one.” I push the latte and water to her. “Tell us everything.” she takes a sip of the latte and pushes her sunglasses back up.

“Well you have to tell me what you could be lying about.”

“I slept with Pope.” Kiara whispers. Sarah, questionably has no reaction. She turns to look at me, and I freeze. “I….. I slept with JJ”

She lets out a loud laugh, which makes Kiara and I look at each other, puzzled looks spread across our faces.

“What’s so fucking funny Sarah” Kiara asks, crossing her arms.

“Cus I already knew.” she states before taking another sip.

I stare, jaw open again, adjusting my chair to face hers.

“Okay tell us everything right now.” I demand.

“Chill, Y/N. If I tell you guys, you have to give me the detailsssss” she jokes.

“I don’t even remember going home with him there’s no details!” I shout, realizing my voice was too loud for the little cafe, I lower it back down. “Just tell us” I hiss back at her.

“Okay, okay. After we finally made it to the Kooks side of the bash, we mainly stayed in our circle. I don’t know if you guys noticed but guys were passing us drinks like crazy, it was like they wanted us to get wasted. Scummy if you ask me.”

Kiara scoffs and puts her head into her hands.

“I don’t remember how many of those shitty beers I had.” she sighs.

“John B cut me off when he noticed I couldn’t stand up straight” Sarah responds softly before continuing her recap.

“So we’re pretty wasted or whatever and the DJ was playing bangers, had the crowd really going. And Y/N, not sure if you remember, but you and JJ were dancing the whole night away. You were grinding on that boy so hard” Kiara lets out a laugh

“Okay wait I remember that and he was so into it he was like” Kiara recounts, making a face with an O shape, leaning her head back doing her best JJ impression.

“Okay yea yea I remember dancing on him.” you brush off. “What about Kie and Pope how did that happen.”

“Well you and Pope weren’t grinding as hard as Y/N and JJ but he was definitely sweeping you off your feet with his dance moves. We all also did a few kegs stands, played a few rounds of pong.” she trails off and I stare at her.

“I don’t remember doing a fucking keg stand who let me DO THAT” you exclaim before face palming.

“You were honestly one of the best of us I have to say, you were up there for 10 whole seconds. I couldn’t even get off my feet.” Sarah snorts.

“Oh my god.” I sigh, drinking more water, feeling my headache worsening.

“And then Kie and Pope disappeared out of the party, claiming you left your purse at the bonfire or whatever and we didn’t see you two for the rest of the night.” Sarah states.

Kiara looks up at the two of us and starts laughing. “Okay I kinda remember that but I don’t know how he convinced me to go back to his place.”

“He was shirtless and showing off his moves!” Sarah replies. Kie shakes her head and places it back down into her hands.

“As for you and JJ, we watched you two go back to the dance floor, dancing and making out disgustingly, so bad Rafe even had to say something.”

My jaw drops for the third time. A flashback of this happening slams into my head.

JJ’s tongue is down my throat, his hands feverishly moving up and down my torso as I dance my body against his, feeling the liquor and heat vibrating off of our bodies. As I move my hands up through his hair, I feel a rough arm grab mine and pull him away from him. I look up to see Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s big brother darting his blown pupils down at me. “No Pogue on Pogue mackin on my side of the fucking island” he snarls, his arm still tightly gripping mine. I snatch my arm away from him and push my body up against his, tilting my head all the way back to reach eye contact. “Don’t fucking touch me Cameron.” I spit back out back at him. I realized without him or JJs arms around me, I could barely stand. I start to wobble a bit and JJ catches me. “Get her out of here Pogue. Make sure if she yaks it’s on your side.” he shouts in JJs face before disappearing back into the crowd. JJ brings me up to the bar, requesting a cup of water. He places it in my hand, holding me up while giggling. “Love pissin that guy off” he chuckles. I laugh back. “He gets worse every year.” I joke. The cold water making my brian feel less fuzzy. “Wanna get out of here?” he asks me. I shrug and look out to the crowd, realizing I don’t recoginize anyone. “Sure, where d’ya wanna go?” I ask. “My place?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

“Fuck” I let out, realizing I had been holding my breath while recounting the scene from the night before.

“Well… how was the sex?” Sarah asks with a grin smeared across her face.

“It was actually pretty good.” Kiara finally speaks.

“Wait you remember?”

“Yea.” she stiffles out a laugh. “And it was actually pretty fucking great.”

“Thats my girl!” Sarah lets out a cheer and slaps her hand on Kie’s shoulder.

“I’m trying to remember what happened, but all I can remember was making out on his bed then poof. Black.” I tell the girls. I try my hardest to remember any details, especially if we used protection. This wasn’t my first drunk hook up, but with JJ it was new territory. This could ruin our friendship. Would he be hurt if I can’t remember the night we spent together?

“Maybe you should talk to him about it. I was thinking of having a chill night tonight at my place,”

“Yea, yea I’ll just talk to him then. For now I just need to rot in bed.” I sigh, grabbing my purse and standing up. “Thanks ladies. I’ll see y’all later?”

“My place at 6!” Sarah shouts at me as I leave the cafe.

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I kick my bikestand down and grab my tote bag off of the handle, walking up the driveway to Tanneyhill. I hear voices in the backyard and circle around the house. Everyone has already arrived and is sitting on the patio around the fire pit.

“Hey” I finally speak.

“Heyyyyyy Y/N!” Pope cheers, standing up to greet me with a hug. “How ya feelin?”

I smile sheepishly in return and shake my head.

“Well my handover is finally gone but the hangxiety still lingers.”

A chuckle from JJ emerges and he smirks at John B who winks at him. I feel a pit in my stomach knowing that last nights events were more than likely discussed before I arrived.

I sit down next inbetween Kiara and Pope and sling off my jacket, scooting closer to the fire.

A few moments of awkward silence passes before the boys start cracking jokes about some guys who were obnoxiously drunk at the party, and how John B had to pull Sarah away from one who almost yakked on her. I fumble around with my water bottle, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Feeling embarrassed and frazzled, I ask Sarah if I can use her bathroom.

“Yea, back doors unlocked! Feel free to use mine upstairs.”

I walk up the patio steps to the door and bask in the silence of the house. Letting a deep breath out, I start for the stairs, before I see a figure walk by the banister.

“What’re you doin comin up here?” They ask from the darkness.

“Just usin Sarah’s bathroom” I respond, immediately recognizing the voice as Rafe Cameron.

“There’s a guest bath unoccupied downstairs.” he grunts before moving forward to the light at the top of the stairs. I reach the last step, craning my neck up to make eye contact with him. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair a mess and he’s wearing a pair of sweatpants and white t-shirt. I had never seen him in casual clothing before, it was slightly shocking.

“She told me to use hers so I’m using hers.” I stated simply, pushing past him.

Before I could fully slide past him, his hand grips my arm.

“The fuck are you doin messin round with that pouge? Hm?” he questions. I rip my arm from his grip and turn to face him again.

“I’m not, not that it’s any of your business. He’s just a friend.” I shrug and stare at him hardly.

“Didn’t look like just friends to me. Y’all were practically fucking on the dancefloor. ‘N I saw you leave with him.” He stepped closer, making me have to crane my neck even farther to keep eye contact. I felt myself tremble at our proximity.

“We were drunk it was nothing.” I mumble.

“Didn’t look like nothin” he respond, keeping eye contact.

“Like I said, not any of your business. What’re you, keeping tabs on me?” I retorted, turning my body to go to Sarah’s room.

“You need to stop messin around with them, you’re not one of them.” he shouts down the hall at me. I flick my middle finger back at him before entering Sarah’s room. I sit down on her bed, my brain fuzzy from the interaction I just had, and the dehydration from the night before. I check my phone to see a text from Pope.

You should talk to JJ about last night …..

“Jesus Christ” I whisper. I click my phone off and go to her bathroom.

When I exit her room, Rafe is nowhere to be seen. I tip toe down the stairs and see JJ sitting on their living room couch, waiting for me.

“Hey Jay” I say, feeling my tremble return. Fuck I really didn’t wanna have this conversation right now.

“Hey. Can we talk about last night… and this morning?”

I purse my lips together and nod my head before sitting on the couch across from him.

“Look, last night was amazing, and I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I’m sorry it had to happen while we were drunk, I wanted it to happen under different circumstances but -”

I interrupt him before her can say anything further. “JJ, last night was all a blur and I-”

He stands up and moves over to my couch, sitting right next to me, grabbing my hands in his.

“I like you, Y/N. And last night was probably one of the best nights of my entire stupid life.”

I sigh, releasing my hands from his grip and cup his face. “Jay, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way. I really enjoy you as a friend and I don’t want that to change. I really don’t want a relationship or anything and I’m sorry I played into that.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down.

“You don’t like me?” he whispers.

“JJ, I like you as a friend, but no not romantically. I’m sorry that I led you on.”

He stood up and started to pace around the room, taking his hat off to run his fingers through his hair. “I feel like a fuckin idiot dude what.” he says exasperated. I stand up and place my hands on his arm to try and get him to stop.

“Dont-dont touch me.” he growls. Turning his back and placing his cap back on his head.

“JJ I’m sorry.” I sigh, sitting back down on the couch.

“Yea, Yea I get it. ‘M not mad at you, I’m mad at myself for thinking you would wanna get with a pogue like me.” he grunts. Sitting back on the couch, farther from me this time.

“Jay …. Don’t say that. It’s not because of where you’re from. I just don’t feel the same way. ‘Nd ‘m sorry I had sex with you, I wouldn’t have if I knew you wanted something more romantic.”

He lets out a stiff laugh.

“We didn’t fuck.”

“Wha- what?” I ask, turning my body towards him, raising my eyebrows.

“Yea, we were both way too drunk so we just went to sleep.” he says, finally making eye contact.

“Well then why was I naked?” I quiz, not fully believing him.

“Well I didn’t say we didn’ try.” he chuckles, looking out across the room, probably remembering the sight of me naked in his bed. My body cringes at the thought.

“It just wasn’t working so we gave up and you passed out before putting your clothes back on.”

I stare at the floor, I could feel my face turning red. “Well why didn’t you put my clothes back on?” I ask.

“Cus I wasnt gonna try and clothe your limp body, kinda weird. So I just laid my blanket over you and slept on top of it.” he responds before standing. I look up at him, wide eyed, trying to pull that memory from my brain, but nothing is surfacing.

“Look it won’t happen again. Sorry I assumed.” he says flatly.

I stand to meet him, guilt rising in my body for leading him on all night. “Jay, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. I still want you in my life and I don’t want this to tarnish it.” I whisper, fumbling with my fingers and staring at the ground.

“It won’t. We can forget it happened. and … here’s your underwear” he pulls them out of his pockets sheepishly, handing them to me and pushes his fist playfully into my shoulder. “‘M gonna go back out. You comin?” he asks, walking towards the backdoor.

“In a sec, I think I left my phone in the bathroom.” I respond, before heading towards the staircase. I wanted to escape to Sarah’s bedroom and hide until this sick feeling left my body.

I made it about 3 steps up before Rafe appeared on the top step yet again.

He’s changed into a regular outfit, clearly going out.

“Well that was pathetic.” he chuckles before stepping a few steps down.

“Fuck off” I mumble. Squeezing my underwear in my hand trying to hide it from his eyesight.

“Glad to hear he couldn’t even pull through. What a poser” he says slyly before reaching the same step as mine.

I stiff out a laugh, looking up in to his eyes.

“You’re such a dick”

He leans down to my ear, brushing his hand against my arm, the same one he grabbed me with earlier. I feel goosebumps raise across my body, his breathe against my ear is warm and smells of hard liquor.

“You’re too sweet to let a pogue like that ruin you” I gulp and stand still, He lingers there for a few more seconds before moving his face to meet mine.

“Like you would be any better.” I respond, not thinking of the consequences that comment would create.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out.” he smirks. His eyes flicker down to eye the fistfull of underwear I’m holding, before standing up straight and walking to the front door.

“See ya later Y/N” He calls out, before exiting. I stand there, shellshocked at his words, the knot in my stomach twisting, leaving a foul taste in my mouth.

“Y/N you alright in there?” I hear Sarah call out form the backdoor.

“‘M coming.” I respond, shoving my underwear into my pockets before heading down the stairs and meeting her at the door.

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eekshade · 5 months

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Cliché

Bucky Barnes x m!reader

Word Count: 1353

Warnings/Info: very cheesy!!, Bucky paid in advance, I wrote this while tired so it's not the best, this isn’t a au; Bucky just needed a job because hero business doesn’t pay well, very brief mentions to y/n having bad past relationships

Part One

It has been around a week since Bucky and y/n had first met, the two talked briefly through text, before Bucky asked y/n out for their first date. Bucky has now found himself standing in a small flower shop near y/n’s place unable to choose what kind of flowers to get for him. After a few minutes of an internal debate he finally settled on a warmly colored bouquet with a mixed variety of flowers (favoring carnations and baby’s breath), he left the store with enough time to enjoy his walk and properly plan what he was going to say.

Bucky arrived at y/n’s door a few minutes early giving him time to stress, he hadn’t really thought about how nervous he was until he had to actually knock on the door. Deciding to just get it over with, he raised his right arm and softly hit the door three times. Less than a moment had passed before the door swung open to reveal y/n in all of his glory, dressed in casual clothing but in a way one could tell he was done up; a smile across his face, that only grew at the sight of the flowers.

“Hi.” Bucky greeted with a smile, as he handed the other man the blossom.

“Hey.” Y/n replied as he quickly, but ever so gently took the flowers from Bucky and brought them into his home gesturing Bucky to follow. Bucky watched as y/n put a drain stopper into the sink, filling it up slightly as a way to turn it into a makeshift vase.

“You ready?” Y/n asked, as he for the second time, looked Bucky up and down.

“Yeah.” Bucky replied as he led the way toward the door.

The walk was fairly fast because the restaurant was only a few blocks from y/n’s house, it was a cute, small place, it was dimly lit, almost a cross between a bar and a cafe. Bucky’s nerves were going mad as he watched y/n for his reaction; his heart only beating faster when he saw the smile etched onto the younger's face. The waiter came over to sit them at a two person table near a window.

“I can’t believe I’ve never been here before.” Y/n commented as Bucky pulled his chair out for him.

“Oh how polite of you!” Y/n dramatically swooned with a hand over his forehead, as he sat.

“I try, I try.” Bucky joked back, he walked over to his chair after he pushed y/n in.

Both men laugh as they look down at their respective menus, they quietly decide what they both want to order. Y/n put his menu down, to find Bucky quietly staring at him. Before Bucky could get embarrassed by it y/n started to talk.

“Well Bucky, you already know quite a bit about me, I feel it's only right you level it out.” Y/n emphasized this by gently nudging Bucky’s foot with his own.

“What do you wanna know?” Bucky responded with a shy smile, he wanted to be able to bond but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get into the thick of it yet.

“How about we start with what you do for work.” Y/n softly questioned.

“I do a lot of random freelancing, mostly manual labor, sometimes for the government, but that’s kind of rare.” Bucky responded truthfully, trying to not lie, while not really telling the whole truth; at least not yet.

“You like it?”

“It’s not fun by any means but it gets me by, not that I’m complaining.” Bucky added the last part hastily.

“Oh no no no, I definitely get that.” Y/n replied with widened eyes and a smirk.

The waiter walks up to the table to give them both water and to take their orders. Y/n ordered first, then Bucky, the waiter scribbling them both down onto his pocket notepad. The two men fall into a comfortable rhythm of y/n (remembering that Bucky said he prefers to have others lead the conservation) asking Bucky questions about his life and for his opinions of current events, which Bucky was mostly confused by, seeing as he didn’t really pay attention to pop culture.

They finished their meals and the waiter asked if either of them wanted a box, they both declined, after the waiter walked away Bucky asked y/n if he’s ready to leave.

“We haven’t paid the bill yet.” Y/n laughed in response.

“I already got that, don’t you worry.” Bucky replied while he stood and started walking over to y/n.

“Awe, thank you but you know you didn’t have to.” Y/n half heartedly scolded him.

“Of course I did?” Bucky became confused when he saw y/n’s amused expression, “I asked you out, so I paid. It’s common decency.” He added.

“Huh.” Y/n offhandedly shrugged while he stood from the chair Bucky had just pulled out for him.

“What.”

“Nothing, nothing, I’m just not used to that I suppose.” Y/n and Bucky were now leisurely walking out of the restaurant.

Bucky tilts his head and smiles warmly, “I think you have just been hangin’ around the wrong people.” Y/n laughs to show his agreement.

Bucky walks y/n back to his place, making some brief small talk during it but mostly remaining in a comfortable silence. Bucky walks y/n up to his door and they stop in front of it.

“I don’t know about you, but I had a really good time.” Bucky states in a jokingly over the top tone.

“Yeah me too,” Y/n unlocks his door but doesn’t open it, instead choosing to lean his back against the frame of the door, looking at Bucky who stood two feet away at best. “Thank you really for dinner, even though I was more than willing to help pay.” Y/n added on in an accusatory tone.

“You’re too pretty to be worrying about all of that doll.” Bucky replied as he took a step forward, a smirk that was displayed on his face quickly grew into a smile after seeing y/n’s face at the pet name.

“Doll, huh?” Y/n responded as coolly as he possibly could.

“Yeah, do you not like it?” The question was not necessary as both parties already knew the answer.

“No, no,” y/n paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, “It’s cute.”

“Good, that’s kind of what I was going for.” Bucky replied evenly and y/n could have sworn he saw him wink.

The two men both stood still, as they stared quietly at each other. Bucky was the first to move as he slowly took another step toward the younger man. Y/n pushed himself off of the door frame now breaking away from Bucky’s eyes to look at his slightly chapped lips. Bucky softly grabbed y/n’s jaw with one hand and his neck with the other, pulling him into an even softer kiss. It lasted less than a few seconds, Bucky pulling away in order to gauge y/n’s reaction. Y/n breathed out a small noise of disappointment before laughing awkwardly; a laugh so quiet that Bucky could barely hear it despite being only inches away from the other male. Bucky, now sure that what he was doing was alright with y/n he kissed him again this time showing a bit more confidence, while still keeping the softness of it all. The pair only stopped for the sake of breathing, Bucky deciding he didn’t want to do too much on day one, was the first to back up.

“See you soon?” Bucky’s voice was quiet and full of hope.

“Of course.” Y/n responded in the same demeanor, unable to hide his lovesick smile.

“Bye, doll.” Bucky leaned forward and gave y/n a quick kiss on his temple before turning and walking away from the door, y/n watched for a small moment before finally going back into his own home.

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Bunnies Behaving Badly

Summary: When you and your girls decide to attend a Halloween Party for charity, you accidentally forget to share a few important specifics with your men. Featuring Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, & Curtis Everett

Warnings: Shenanigans, Hot Men, Possessive & Andy/Ari/Curtis, Bratty Reader, Bratty OFCs, Skimpy Outfits, Alcohol Consumption, Cursing, Violence (mentioned), Smut, Punishments (mentioned), Vibrator, Ball Gag, Belt Spanking (mentioned), Anal Sex, Daddy!Kink, Orgasm Denial (mentioned), Minors DNI

A/N: First, thanks to everyone who sent or posted messages of support. I appreciate them and you. I’ve since gone off to start getting some professional help for what’s happening with both my mind and body. So yeah, I’m in the hospital again, but it’s okay. Anyways, this story includes appearances from Ari and Curtis. Hope you enjoy the randomness. Please send your feedback. Not beta’d. All mistakes my own.

You stood in the mirror finishing the final touches on your, erm, Halloween costume for tonight’s big charity event. You had initially been roped into going by your girls, Ruby and Story.

Ruby was married to Andy’s friend Curtis, while Story was dating his other longtime friend, Ari. While you didn’t know either man super well, they had always seemed nice enough. Maybe a little on dark and broody side.

But to be fair, your Andy Bear wasn’t exactly Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky all the time either.

While they supported your charitable efforts with their own respective donations, you were thankful that they were unable to attend due to a standing poker game that they just could not miss.

It’s not that you wouldn’t miss them, oh no. It was more like they wouldn’t be a fan of their chosen ensembles: sinful, sexy bunnies.

In fact, you were certain that your man would hit the fucking roof if even got a hint of what you we’re rocking under your trench coat. Which is exactly why you had encouraged Ruby and Story to bring a change of clothes with them.

Because if your sweet, loving Andy Barber ever saw your outfit…he’d have an aneurysm on the spot. As would Curtis and Ari.

Because their ladies had bought matching outfits in different colors. Ruby’s was black, while Story had chosen red.

If you were being honest, your outfit was a more than a little outside your comfort zone. But oh well. You worked hard for your body, so why not show it off?

After all, you only lived once right? Your phone buzzes, letting you know that your friends were five minutes away. You spritz on some perfume, throw your heels into your bag, and take off down the stairs.

Sucking in a nervous breath you slip into your man’s study to quickly kiss him goodbye. He holds up a finger, telling you wait for him to wrap up his call.

Your Andy was big on proper goodbyes between you too. And he became exceptionally grumpy when he didn’t his way. So you blow him another case and race for the door.

You’re halfway down the front steps when your boyfriend wrenches open the front door. “Hey! Come back here, sweetheart! I need my kisses damn it!” He growls into the night air.

“We’re already late, baby!” You call back it him. “You’ll have to settle for ‘em later. I love you!” You tell him before throwing yourself in the backseat of Ruby’s vehicle.

“Drive girls, before my man comes down here.”

You watch as your boyfriend glares at the car, his arms folded over his chest, as you take off into the darkness.

“Oh, my God!” Ruby exhales as winds her way down a curvy dark road. “Do you ladies know how hard it was to get out of the house without Curtis going through my stuff? I had to show him my back-up outfit to get him to calm down!” She runs a hand through her caramel colored locks.

You and Story let out a collective groan.

“At least you didn’t have to blow your man in order distract him long enough to let you dip out of the house. I had to literally suck the soul out of his giant body, leave him in a daze, and then slip away.” She ruffles her deep red curls.

“Well, I got lucky. Andy was on the phone. So I gave him a smooch goodbye and flew out of there. Whew, talk about timing!” You smooth your hands over your pinned-up blue black curls. “By the way, nice hair, Story. Love the look, babe.”

“Thanks, boo. My man wasn’t a fan at first, but as soon as he saw what I was rocking underneath - he was on his knees for me so fast.”

You all giggle, before shifting topics. This wouldn’t be your typical Halloween party, and not just because it was for charity. The invitation had encouraged attendees to wear outfits that were a little on the skimpy side. However, the invite also came with a set of rules, a drink limit, and a promise that disrespect of any kind would not be tolerated.

All good things.

Regardless, you hadn’t even bothered showing it to Andy. He would have snatched it from you, ripped it up, and tossed it in the garbage.

Once you the and girls arrive, you make the necessary changes to our outfits right there in the car. You help each other with makeup, you pull on stilettos, and then you fluff your bunny ears just right.

Damn you all looked good.

You pay your $50 fee and then enter the party. The three of you take in the overall vibe. So far, so good.

The decorations were just the right amount of “spooky” - you’re talking suspicious looking cobwebs, demented looking pumpkins, and eerie life-sized ghouls, zombies, hellhounds, wraiths, changelings, banshees…and more.

Boy, whoever had come with must have been a huge fan of Supernatural…

“Wow.” Story whistles beside you as you make your way to the bar. “Can you believe some of these looks?”

“And I thought ours would be scandalous.” Your other friend murmurs as she struggles to yank her tight, short skirt down to cover her ass.

You lean down to rest arm on the bar, accidentally highlighting your ample cleavage in the process. If your boyfriend had seen you do that, he would’ve thrown his suit jacket over your shoulders and tied the sleeves around your tiny body.

The thought makes you giggle.

“Can we please get, uh, three Witches' Hearts cocktails? They look yummy.” Ruby all but purrs.

“Any thing for you three beautiful bunnies.” You go to pay for the first round but he waves you off.

“It’s on me, you sweet, sexy creatures. Made ‘em extra strong too.” The handsome blonde winks you. “Enjoy.”

The three of you walk around for a while, aimlessly chatting with the people you recognize. Sometimes taking pictures with slutty nurses, naughty witches and warlocks - and a super sexy alien. Yeah, he might have been covered head to toe in sparking green paint, but it was something about his gray eyes and that Greek-god-like build…

As soon as he walks away, you make a show of fanning yourself.

“I call dibs on Lord Zultar over there if ever dump Ari.” She giggles behind her hand. “Oh, who am I kidding? That oversized neanderthal would never let me go.”

“He’d probably handcuff you to him,” Ruby agrees. “I know Curtis threatens to do that to me all of the time.” She finishes with a shrug.

“And my sweet Andy threatens to tie me to the bed anytime he feels like I’m being a brat. It’s all very romantic.” You roll your eyes. “We’re dating a bunch of fucking ogres.”

“Yep - with no hope of escape.” Story mumbles. “We need more drinks!” So back to the bar you go.

This time, that same good looking bartender suggests you try the Black Magic Margaritas, which you do.

Delicious!

You decide to sit and chat amongst yourselves, and sometimes even with Chad, the bartender, when he’s not busy serving other customers.

“Oh, girls!” Ruby exclaims as she peruses the menu. “It’s time for shots. Let do the Wolf's Bane. Hey Chad, you gotta taken one with us too!”

“It would be my pleasure, gorgeous. You pretty ladies just made my whole night!” Chad gets to work, mixing melon and pineapple liquors together, before adding absinthe and a splash of grenadine. He then gives the tumblr a good shake before pouring them in four tall shot glasses.

“Alright, ladies -”

“Wait! Hold on.” You jump on the bar and prompt your friends to do that same. “We need pictures! Story your phone is better than mine.”

With a nod, she hands off her phone to a shimmering siren who agrees to take a couple pics for you.

The first picture is of you and the girls leaning in pretending to kiss Chad, who is smiling from ear to ear. And the next is one of the four of you tossing back your shots. And the third and final one shows you kicking your legs up and smiling like idiots.

Eventually you hop down and order one more drink.

The Corpse Reviver.

The only thing left to really wait for were the results of the Silent Auction. You hadn’t seen much that you were interested in, but you’d bid on a few things anyway.

You and your girls find an open table where you sit and enjoy your cocktails. They were strong, but good. You’d have to go find some food soon.

“Story?” Ruby suddenly asks after she notices the woman quickly tapping away at her phone. “What are you doing?”

“Posting those cute pics to Instagram.”

“No!” You and Ruby shout, each attempting to snatch for her phone. “The guys might see them and - ”

“Oh, hush!” Story waves away your concerns. “None of our guys have social media. Especially not Ari. They will never know.” She throws an arm around each of your necks smacks an affectionate kiss on your cheeks.

“Now, I say we’ve grab one more drink and bounce. Back to the bar bitches!”

Back at Andy’s Place

“I fold.” Andrew mutters, throwing his cards down on the table. “I need to stop playing with a bunch of fucking cheaters.” He glares at his two friends.

“He always like this?” Ari snickers before polishing off his beer.

“What? A little bitch?” Curtis finishes off his drink as well and then belches. “Uh yeah. Ever since I’ve known him.” He runs a hand over his short, dark buzz cut.

“Whatever. Fucking asshats.” Andy takes a bite of cold pizza. “Are we picking up the girls tonight?”

“I think we should. Hate the idea of them being drunk and taking an Uber with some strange fuck. Ruby and I can just go grab her car tomorrow.”

“Fine by me.” Ari agrees, dragging his hands through his long, light brown locks. He rises from the table and grabs his keys. “I’m sure our resident Sweet Andy won’t mind cleaning up this mess.” He says before flashing him a teasing grin.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all, Sunshine Bear.” Andy watches as the other man quickly frowns.

“Jesus fucking Chris, you are both so fucking ridiculous.” Curtis scrubs a hand over his eyes. “Can we just go already?”

“Sure thing, Baby Boo.” Andy and Ari high-five. Meanwhile, Curtis simply rolls his eyes and walks out the door.

Twenty Minutes Later…

You and the girls are in the middle of polishing off your last drink, something called Death in the Afternoon, when Ruby freezes next to you.

“Umm…umm…” That’s when you and Story finally take note of the panic in her voice.

“What? What is it you whisper?” Your eyes scan the room and then you see it. And by it you mean them.

“Shit! Everyone get down!

The three of your hurriedly duck underneath the table. Silently praying that you had suddenly harnessed the power of invisibility.

Maybe you could sneak out of here without them noticing you. Maybe you could…

You and your girls watch in horror as your men approach the bar. And then you see Chad, the bartender, point in the direction of your table.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Giving him a nod, your large, strapping men come striding over to you.

“Hi ladies.” Andy greets you all. “Me and these losers decided we’d be better off picking you girls up instead of trusting your safety with some random Uber. Ready to go?”

Ari coughs and then does a spin, taking in all of the decorations and whatnot. “I might have come with you next time, my little sprite.” He flashes her smile.

Curtis stares you all down. “Hey, Rubaloo, why are you three hiding under the table?” His big arms go across his chest. “It’s time to go home.”

“But my car…” She whines.

“Will be picked up tomorrow.” He growls softly.

“Could you three, uh maybe turn around and close your eyes for a couple seconds. We - we have a surprise for you…” You offer them all nervous smile.

“No.” They hiss, looking suspicious.

You, Story, and Ruby share a quick look. It was time to accept your fate. So you stand up and chug the rest of your cocktails. And then you push past your men and scamper towards the exit to grab your trench coats and hightail it to the car.

Going against your better judgement you look back to see all three men still standing by your former table. Not one of them moving a muscle.

“Please tell me you have your keys, girl.” Story hisses at Ruby. “We’re gonna need a head start.”

“Yeah, I do. And believe me, I don’t want to get murdered in a parking either, but I’m too drunk to drive!” Her hands go to tug at her hair.

They each turn their attention to you, only to wilt when you shake your head. “Same boat, ladies.”

A moment later, your men exit the bar. Their respective faces appear hard and unreadable.

“Ari, baby. My Sunshine Bear. I can explain, okay?” Story whispers as she chews on her thumb.

“And I can’t wait to hear your explanations, my little sprite. Your paddle is like truth serum for you. Now, say goodbye to your friends and get in the fucking car.”

With a whimper, she waves at you and climbs in.

“Sir isn’t happy with you right now, Rubaloo. You know better than to wear something like this without permission. Now get in the car and please, not a word from you until we get home.”

Ruby nods at you and disappears into the front seat.

Which leaves just you and Andy…

Without a word you hop in the car, put on your seatbelt, and bury your face in your hands. Andy exchanges a few more words with the other men before joining you.

When you finally reach your own home and pull in the garage, he lets out a deep sigh. “Go upstairs to our bedroom and place your nose in the corner, young lady.”

As soon as you're out of the car and inside, his big hand goes down to fist his own painful erection. When he’d seen you, his little baby girl, dressed to nines in that skimpy, pink poor excuse of a costume…

He'd been torn between hauling you over his shoulder and dragging you to the nearest bathroom to fuck your brains out, or beating the shit out of every man in that room with the exception of Curtis and Ari.

After closing the garage, he enters the house and takes time climbing the stairs. Once he’s in his room, he sees you facing the corner as you'd been instructed.

Content to leave his naughty little bunny there for a little while longer, he goes to fetch your punishment box out of the closet. Andy smiles when he pulls out a pink ball gag.

Oh, how fitting.

“Come here, baby.”

“Andy...” Comes your pitiful sniffle. “Daddy, I swear we didn’t do anything except have a little fun. Nothing inappropriate -”

He levels you with a fierce glare. “I’m sorry, but your outfit…ugh…all three of your outfits were entirely inappropriate. You don’t wear something like, like this -” He angrily gestures at you.

“Especially without your man around. So now Daddy has to teach his baby a very important lesson.”

That's the absolute last thing you wanted to hear.

“Go grab Daddy’s favorite belt.”

When you re-emerge holding Andy’s thick, black belt, you see that’s there’s a ball gag and one of your favorite vibrators sitting on the bed. Shivering you hand him the belt and then he motions for you to lie on your back.

“Leave ‘em on baby girl. All of it. Outfit, ears, and heels.” Andy’s tone is hard and unyielding. “Now lie on your back and spread your legs for your man. Good girl.”

He slaps your pussy before drizzling lube on the vibrator. Pulling the crotch of your outfit aside, he works the toy inside of your little pussy and turns it on. Wiping his hands, he then grabs the gag.

“Safe word for when you can’t speak?”

“I ring my little chime.” You dutifully respond without missing a beat.

“Good girl.” He says before securing it. “Now, I’m going tan this ass with my belt. And then Daddy’s going to fuck your little back hole with his big fat cock.”

A wail escapes your lips as the vibrator begins to torture your cunt.

“And remember, my sweet baby, my using your little hole is gonna be all about Daddy’s pleasure tonight.”

Your whole body shivers again.

“Which means you had better not cum.”

Andy cracks the belt against his thigh. “Can’t wait to make you scream, little one. Make sure you’re nice and loud for Daddy.”

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Breaking down the comics: A Good Man (Issue #1)

Here it is.

Moon Knight Issue #1: The Macabre Moon Knight.

Written by Doug Moench

Art by Bill Sienkiewicz

Published 1980

If you’ve been following me, I’ve covered the history, the development, the creation, and the evolution of Moon Knight. I’ve covered the writers, the artists, the drama, and the glory of the comic.

If you haven’t been following me and this is your first run in, please, go back and check out the other reviews. I’ve saved this one for last for a reason and with this one ends the official Moench run. Moench did write Moon Knight’s other appearances from 1975-1980, but they aren’t considered the OG run and while some of them are referenced a lot (See the death of Randall Spector), they had very little impact on the events of the main run from 1980 onward.

Moench later returns for two special events (mostly to fix a problem that another writer caused), and I may cover those later. But for now, I’m bidding a very emotional goodbye to the OG run and to Moench.

So… Let’s get this bread for the last time.

We open on the title page.

"At dawn, in the Sudan, the memory of the night's merciless cold lingers in the bones while the day's withering heat has already begun to sear the flesh.

It was at dawn that the mercenary commando squad under the command of the skull-faced terrorist-for-hire, Bushman, hits the rebel camp just south of the Egyptian border. At Bushman's side rode his second in command, Marc Spector.

Thus, Marc Spector begins this day as a soldier-for-hire. He is fated to end it as something else."

"The slaughter is swift--and soon..."

We see Bushman and Marc talking in the desert, surrounded by the fallen.

"An easy victory, Spector... And yet, you do not exult in it!"

"Maybe I'm remembering I'm a professional soldier--not a butcher! Or maybe It's just the heat."

"You are too good a man to go soft, Spector! You must be bloodthirsty...Ruthless to survive in our profession!

Fear is the key! You must strike total fear into the hearts of your enemies...And your followers as well! That is why I had my face tattooed into a mask of death! I have become an almost mythical figure of terror!"

"That's the role you choose to play. I don't!"

Marc throws his gun aside in a fit of anger. He has been working for the Bushman for a while now. Unclear if it is years, months, or weeks. But he is listed as his second in command. The Bushman recognized that Marc was very good at what he did. Anything that had to do with war, combat, weapons… Marc was the best. So the Bushman has decided to take Marc under his tutelage to try to turn him into a ruthless killing machine that will simply follow the next war and the next. For the Bushman, it isn’t about the money. It’s about the battle.

While Marc always describes his past as being bloody and himself as being a killer and nothing more, we see flashbacks in later issues that often depicted Marc as a man at war with his own soft heart. He often showed mercy and pity to those he came across when he was alone.

At that moment the chopper returns, Frenchy has brought them new orders.

“Good Morning, Frenchy!”

“Perhaps not so good, Marc… I have stolen a look at Bushman’s secret papers. It is clear to me now that we are fighting for the wrong side… No matter what the pay is.”

“Clear to both of us, Friend!”

“Perhaps we should plan a leave taking, eh?”

“Quiet! Here comes Bushman.”

Frenchy met Marc before they joined under Bushman. He very quickly allied himself as Marc’s only friend and followed him every since. It’s clear that while Frenchy is a highly skilled pilot and weapons expert, he is not as geared towards physical combat as Marc is. They became a team. Though we don’t get Frenchy’s story until much later. He has his own ghosts.

Bushman tells them that they are going to Selima.

The Selima Oasis is located in Sudan, west of the Nile and ancient site of Amara West. It sits along an ancient road that leads into Egypt.

This was a huge waypoint for travelers in ancient days, as it has easy access to fresh water.

Not a lot of archaeological work was done at Selima. Sudan has a rough history of war and the likes. Today, Selima sits as a military outpost.

Marc protests: "But... There are no rebels in that area."

"True! But rumor has it that an American archeologist found a pharaoh's tomb there! If a tomb has been found, there's gold to be had!"

What’s interesting here is that Marc protests that “No Egyptian tombs have ever been found so far south of Luxor… But anything’s possible.”

The fact that Marc knows this tells us a few things: 1. Marc knows his geography. 2. Marc knows the archeological history of the area. 3. Marc knows Egypt. It’s possible that Marc has been to dig sites before, and even more possible that he was interested in Egyptology at some point and read up on the tombs and pharaohs. It’s also possible that as he fought in that area a lot, he spoke to the local people and learned about the areas he was working in.

Marc asks Bushman if going hunting for treasure is worth the lives that are going to be lost in the process of taking Selima. When he’s dismissed, he angrily confides in Frenchy that he’s had it. They make plans to leave that night.

Next we find a small peaceful town that, as Marc has already pointed out, is not involved in their war. “When once again the crescent moon shines wanly across the desert, the raid begins–Hard, fast and deadly! The town’s small militia meets death in the darkened streets…”

In a house on the town square, we find a man and his daughter.

"Father, who can they be? What do they want?"

"It is...Bushman! I've heard the townspeople speak of him in frightened whispers!"

It's Marlene and her father!

Dr. Alraune knows that word of their discovery has leaked out and now Bushman and "his band of cutthroats" are there to take the treasures for themselves.

He decides to stop Bushman himself. Taking a dagger, he tells Marlene to wait in the house.

Outside, Bushman is telling his men to "Search every house! Gather all the civilians and line them up in the square!"

Yeah...Historically, when people are gathered by force and 'lined up', it hasn't ended well for them.

In this one moment, Marc lets his instincts take over and he stops Dr. Alraune from killing Bushman. This is the moment that will drive Marc Spector for years.

He watches Bushman brutally murder Dr. Alraune.

This is the moment Marc breaks away from what is expected of him. The moment he tries to do the right thing.

And here, he meets Marlene. It doesn’t go well. She calls him a killer and he tries to deny it but then… “Spector’s protest dies in his throat. If he hadn’t stopped the old man’s thrust, perhaps he would yet live.”

Marc can only see himself as a killer. In failing to save the old man, he views himself as having assisted in his murder.

“Yeah… I killed him! And I’ll kill you unless you get out fast, woman! Now beat it!”

“Is this how you ease your conscience, Pig? I pray that you die the death you deserve!”

Bushman tells Marc he's growing too soft. But the girl will leave a trail that they can follow and since Marc DID save his life, he deides to over look this one little issue.

Frenchy returns and Marc is eager to leave. "We've got to leave now... Before she gets too far!"

"She---? What are you talking about?"

"We've got to pick up a girl in the desert! I'll explain later! Let's go!"

"All right, Marc... But I think you are crazy! The copter is this way!"

But just then, Marc notices that Bushman has gathered up all the other villagers and archeologists and has a firing squad aimed at them, ready to gun them down.

"Wait! What's Bushman doing over there? Those are civilians! They can't be planning to-- They are! Got to stop them!"

"Marc! No! You can do nothing---"

Marc runs to try to stop Bushman but it's too late. The guns go off and the civilians fall.

"You... Gunned them down in cold blood! You filthy murderer! I should have let the old man kill you!"

Now, here’s where things mix with legend, lore, and myth.

In some retellings of the story, Marc is shot and left for dead. In others he’s beaten to a bloody pulp and left for dead. In both those renditions he wanders through the scorching desert. In Sudan, temperatures can reach up to 49.7 °C (121.5 °F). That is enough to kill a man of exposure (and Marc is not dressed for this. That bare chest and arms? Marc really? Protect yourself my friend…).

“Morning! Already the sun’s rays beat down mercilessly upon Spector as he begins what he knows will be a long walk to his grave. Already his throat is dry… His eyes burn… Noon. He is trapped in a bright, bursting nightmare… He staggers on. Night. Blindly, mindlessly, like a mechanical man he crawls onward, though the wind whips the sand into a stinging storm…”

"He does not remember standing, swaying--nor the shout--"

"Look! Against the moon!" Some men point as Marc lurches up over a sand dune.

He collapses and the men grab him, pulling him away from the raging sand storm.

"take him into the tomb! I will go to missy's tent and tell her!"

"Moments later, in the tomb of the Pharaoh Seti..." We see Marc being carried into the tomb where a familiar statue waits.

Marlene appears asking who he is.

One of the men, a local that was hired to help at the dig site, proclaims that Marc is dead.

"Him! Good--He's one of those who killed my father--He deserves to be dead!" Marlene angrily proclaims. "Leave him where he belongs--Rotting here in this tomb. Go back to the packing--We leave as soon as the storm dies."

Her anger leaves her. She can’t be glad that a man is dead. And Marc did save her from the same fate as her father. She wonders if this is what cost him his life. “He must have suffered horribly in the desert! He was…Handsome!”

I suppose now is as good as any to acknowledge that this stranger mercenary dead guy is handsome. Someone make sure they put that on Marc’s tombstone. “He was handsome”. He’ll appreciate that. (too soon?)

As Marc lays dead and Marlene at last allows herself to cry, the statue of Khonshu looms over them.

"Outside, the howling sandstorm scratches across the face of the crescent moon. Inside, the torches' flickering light dances upon the hoard or a long dead king. And the stony countenance of the dark god who stands guard over him..."

“Perhaps it is a natural phenomenon which causes Marc Spector’s heart to resume throbbing… Perhaps it is something else… Whatever the reason..”

And we don’t get to know the reason. Was he really dead? Had he just had a very weak pulse?

We already know Marc has knowledge about the tombs in the area. Is it too much to assume he also had knowledge about Egyptian mythology?

What have we learned about Moench up to this point? He had already picked the name Marc Spector back in 1975 when he was introduced in WBN. He had then learned that it was a Jewish name and he had decided to go with it. How much research he did is unclear, but the man also seemed to understand that he was not the best one to dive into deeply Jewish themes. (And yet, inadvertently, he still did and he carried them out in such a wonderful way). We ALSO know that he had taken an interest, like many others had in that time, in what was then known as Multiple Personality Disorder.

Marc Spector was introduced in 1975. In 1976, the movie "Sybil" came out. It was based on the book that came out in 1973. This was the first big public interest in this disorder and Hollywood ate it up. It’s hard to say WHEN Moench decided to add this into Marc Spector’s character. Perhaps when he first made him all those years ago if he read the book? Or perhaps not till this issue in 1980.

And as much as Moench was limited in how to properly depict the disorder, he somehow managed to do a damn fine job of it.

You see, in WBN we get to hear a bit about Marc Spector’s elusive past. To pick the paragraph from WBN: "We'll get to that in time, Mr. Spector. Right now, I find your dossier immensely interesting... Soldier of fortune, mercenary, veteran of THREE African wars, FIVE south American revolutions, Brief flirtation with the C.I.A., Weapons expert, versatile practitioner of virtually all the martial arts, ex-prizefighter, marine commando for Eight years prior to beating a Lieutenant within an inch of his life...Et cetera."

We get a picture of a hardened man and yet here in this first issue… We see a man in conflict with the brutality of what he is expected to do and what he deems as right and just.

So when Marc wakes up from his ‘death’, he declares "Where am I? WHO am I?"

And in this moment of panic, trauma, and confusion, he spots the statue of Khonshu. A statue of protection, vengeance, and power.

And in that moment, Marc settles in what he must do.

"Yes... One of the gods of the Moon--Known as the taker of vengeance... A figure of terror." (a figure of fear, much like how Bushman was trying to teach him and mold him to be).

…..Marc… What are you doing. You can’t just steal random ancient robes and declare it’s ‘yours now’ and run off with it.

"Mister... You're delirious! you must be! You don't know what you're doing!"

"Don't I? Don't the dead know what they're about? Because I did die, remember? I'm a ghost now... A Spectre of the moon... The Moon's Knight of vengeance--and I've got work to do."

I have wanted to analyze the heck out of this for AGES.

This is a common theme that Moench comes back to time and time and time again.

Marc believes he died. More than that, there is a possibility that Marc believes he is still dead.

A man at conflict with himself over his past, over what is expected of him, over what he himself wants to do vs what he always ends up doing. We find a man that wants to be on the good side. That wants to believe that maybe he's helping someone despite knowing that he is causing death and destruction.

This later turns into a man that despises himself. That thinks of himself as only a ruthless evil murderer that deserves bad things to happen to them. We see it get so bad that he becomes self destructive.

So here we see a man that 'died' and now thinks of himself as just a ghost of who he was.

Now, according to how Moench wrote Moon Knight (and no one else followed unfortunately), Moon Knight is also an alter. There are four people under that cape.

It is possible that in this moment, Moon Knight split off from Marc with his very....very poor trauma processing skills.

So in this moment, we literally do see the birth of Moon Knight. And with the way Moon Knight is written, more often than not, Moon Knight is co-conscious with one of the others, usually Marc. We don't actually see Moon Knight become aware of being his own person until much later on midway through Moench's run when he actually declares that he is no one but himself.

But Marc continues to struggle with his identity and the notion of being 'dead'. It becomes a problem later on during the breakdown. And honestly, this is a thing that continues writer to writer. He dies many times over the years and comes back leaving him with less and less of a feeling of existing. Each death results in him immediately coming back and he is the one that experiences it and wrestles with it.

Anyways, I just have always found that to be incredibly interesting in his character development.

Marc runs off in their jeep with his new cape billowing in the wind. Marlene runs to get the other jeep to go after him.

"Midnight...ANd an eerie figure stalks the rooftops of Selina..."

He looms over the watchmen. "Bushman--I want him! You'll stand aside--"

And in this moment we are about to actually see what Marc Spector can do. It's rare that we really see Marc pull out his tactician abilities.

He knows how to plan things. To create diversions, to utilize weapons of all sorts, and how to dismantle and break apart armies.

"Meanwhile, inside the village inn, Bushman's men amuse themselves. The women whose husbands' bodies lay in the square are forced into humiliation worse than death..."

We find Bushman forcing the women to dance for his men's amusement.

Suddenly outside...

Sending Bushman's army scattering, he slips out to face Bushman.

"Yeah, it's me, Bushman! But I've changed--Just like you, into a figure of fear. I've finally learned your lesson, Bushman... And you're gonna be sorry you ever taught me."

'changed.' Now under the guise of an Avatar of vengeance. He 100% is a new identity breaking off at this point. His years of trauma and self conflict are finally coming together.

Marlene arrives and watches from the shadows. As she watches, someone sneaks up on her and snatches her up.

Her cries distract Marc, allowing Bushman to make a run for it.

"With the speed of thought, the cloaked figure races towards the source of the scream. Momentarily forgotten, Bushman fades into the night."

He demands that Marlene be set free.

"Oui! At once! Anything you say, Marc!"

Frenchy!

"I caught this one sneaking up on you! I thought..."

He releases Marlene.

Marlene is surprised. "I can't believe it! You--You won...All by yourself!"

Oh Marlene, you don't even know this man.

"Yes... But Bushman got away! I wanted his blood.. For killing your father!"

"He killed--?"

She realizes that she's misjudged him.

“Not bad…for a dead man.”

I also love how Frenchy is just “I was pretty sure you were dead but now you’re back and wearing a cape. Who cares. Let’s go!” This man would follow Marc to hell and back (which he pretty much does later on and suffers horribly for it. It takes a lot before Frenchy finally decides he’s had enough and leaves.)

And here, we move on to exposition. We've seen Marc crawl through the desert and return as someone else.

It's time to meet the cast.

Narration: "He regains his health--ANd acquires three new identities. He is still Marc Spector, and he becomes Steven Grant, whose wall street wizardry parlays Spector's modest savings into a millionaire's fortune.

Then he adds Jake Lockley to his list of selves--Jake, a street-smart cabbie who hears everything!

Together with Marlene and Frenchy, they come to live in a Long Island mansion. Together they are...MOON KNIGHT... Continuing the mission begun in the Pharaoh's tomb!"

(LOOK AT THEIR FACES. Marc is so frowny. Jake is just a guy. Steven...What is that smirk?)

And this is where things really get exciting because we've met Marc. We saw what Marc can do and we saw him struggle with being a better man. We saw his...ability to deal with his trauma (nope)... And we saw the start of Moon Knight.

And what's good about this is that this WAS the beginning of Moon Knight.

Now we get to meet Steven and Jake. But we don't know when they started. We don't get to see them become themselves. Marlene assumes that when they came to New York and Marc started his new lifestyle that he was creating Jake and Steven for the first time. Just another identity to hide in.

But again... Marlene doesn't know this man. She assumes she does and after they leave Sudan, Marc is no longer the one she's interacting with.

Moench never officially shows it or discusses it. But there is a heavy implication that Steven has been around a LOT longer than just since they returned to New York. He acts the most self aware, is the most comfortable being himself, and knows a lot more about Marc and their past.

Jake, on the other hand, he feels a bit newer. It's hard to say how long Jake has been Jake. It's possible he is a newer alter that came about when they moved to New York, as New York becomes Jake's home and he becomes attached to it to the point of never actually leaving it (He never travels with them).

It's also possible that Jake was around BEFORE Marc left America. It's possible Jake was around in their youth, went dormant and then came back when the lifestyle changed again to better suit him.

Either way, the system was not aware of being a system. Marc is heavily in denial and while he was out fighting his wars, the others were quiet and he essentially became front show runner. Steven is the first one to realize that they have a problem and that he is not just Marc and he is the first one to start asserting himself. Jake comes next and then Moon Knight follows.

Marc is the only one that stays in denial until he flatout has a mental breakdown. ....Oh Marc...

ANYWAYS… BACK TO THE COMIC. (I could babble about this all day if you let me)

We first see Steven.

We see him talking into a recorder.

"Steven? Is someone with you? Oh. I heard you talking and--"

"No one's with me, Marlene--Just dictating a case history. Moon Knight hit some heroin pushers tonight..."

Yeah... just dictating huh?

One way for newly aware systems to communicate with one another in an effort to open communication or keep the others aware of what's going on is to record messages on their phone (in today's age).

We also don't really see them use the recorder again after this. Steven is trying.

He tells Marlene that he found something while taking down the drug dealers.

"Bushman!" Marlene is not happy.

"Yes, your father's killer--Here in New York now, out for MY blood. I'm going after him as Lockley."

He calls up Frenchy, who now lives on his roof I guess? He works on building a Moon chopper and other trinkets.

He asks Frenchy to follow the cab in case he needs him.

"Had a weird feeling about this, Marlene--Like I should tape Bushman's story before I left. But you stay behind, no matter what YOUR feelings are."

He leaves after pulling on Jake's outfit.

And here we see Jake. He always just calls Marlene "Lady."

Samules, the butler, has Jake's cab ready.

"Shall I expect you--That is, shall I expect Mr. Grant--back for dinner, sir?"

"Don't hold your breath, Samuels. Grant just checked out for the night. And me, I got a heavy date ahead."

Marlene remembers what happened to the last man in her life that faced Bushman. It's a loss that stays with her.

"It's going to be hard, Steven...Or Marc, Jake, Moon Knight... Whoever you really are... The last time I stayed behind when a man I loved went after Bushman...I...I lost my father. And now I don't think I could bear to lose you... All four of you..."

THIS IS THE ONLY TIME MARLENE ACKNOWLEDGES THAT THEY ARE INDEED FOUR PEOPLE.

It also proves my theory that Moon Knight is his OWN person.

For Marlene, again… She doesn’t know Marc! He connected to her because he felt terrible about her father’s death, he wanted to save her, and she had no one else. She connected to him because… she had no one else and saw him as her protector/hero. He offered her comfort and a lifestyle she found agreeable. He also helped train her in how to take care of herself. He made sure she knew how to handle guns, karate, self defense… They became a team, but she wanted something more. In the early days, she acknowledged that there was something strange about him and played along. When she got to know Steven Grant, she recognized that HE was the one that could offer her the life she wanted now and she latched on with the hopes that he would stop being the other alters and just be happy with her as Steven.

This is a common thought with early dealings with “Multiple Personality Disorder” back in the day. That if they could just ‘fix them’ and give them a normal happy life, they could be the ‘good alter’ that was most adept at leading the ‘normal life’.

It’s basically the old trope of “I could fix him”.

And now... THE CREW!

Even from the start, Jake always just cares about his people. He always asks Gena about the kids.

And at this point, they only know Jake. They don’t know about his lifestyle, about the mansion, Marlene, Steven, or Marc. Later, Gena admits that they just assumed Jake was an undercover cop or something.

Crawley is Jake’s informant. A homeless man that has a gambling and drinking problem. We find out more about Crawley’s past in a later issue. Crawley also has a distinctive style of speaking that only Moench has been able to pull off, which, unfortunately, has led to other writers just eventually getting rid of him. :(

Anyways, Jake asks Crawley if he knows anything about Bushman. Turns out Bushman has taken over a lot of the drug and gambling action in the area. And he’s not being very private about it. “Almost as if he wants to be found.”

Yeah… He wants to be found alright.

Crawley gives him the address and Jake heads out, changing to Moon Knight. He calls up Frenchy and they head out.

Moon Knight refrains from telling Frenchy who they are after. He knows Frenchy will want in on the action too, but "This one's mine--Mine alone."

Unknown to Moon Knight, a fancy car has been tailing him and now continues to follow them as they head to Bushman's hideout.

And now we see our first Moon Knight swoop!

Moon Knight enters the night club and asks for the door to the back.

"Tell your boss I'm about to enter his trap." He ascends the stairs.

One of the chaps proclaims: "I know who that is! I even saw 'im once--Papers call 'im the Moon Knight."

Up stairs they find the gambling room. Moon Knight bursts in.

Those poses are completely unnecessary Moon Knight buddy… But you do you.

He takes out the bad guys without breaking a sweat.

He yells for Bushman to come face him.

A secret door opens.

"A trap... Just what I came here for."

He dives in dramatic style, only to find an empty room with a golden dagger on the desk. A dagger from the dig site.

"A memento, Mr. Spector... A memento of a fabulous treasure stolen from the grasp of antiquity... The ONLY memento I was able to keep--Thanks to you, Spector--Thanks to your treachery."

Bushman's just a little bitter.

Outside, the car that was following him comes to a stop and Marlene gets out. She wants revenge too.

Bushman pulls out a gun and orders Moon Knight to the back room.

"Forget it, Bushman! I've come for you. And nothing on this earth can stop me!"

"You're afraid, aren't you, Bushman? Afraid of the figure of terror before you The lesson took!"

"S-Stay back!"

Honestly, Bushman knows Marc's skills better than Marc does. And the fact that he essentially beat up this man and tossed him in the middle of the desert to die and then having Marc come back, blow up his camp, and then track him through New York while appearing in the visage of a ghost claiming to have come back from the dead... I'd be worried too.

At this point, Marlene bursts into the room behind Bushman.

"At the sight of her father's murderer, Marlene cannot restrain a gasp! Instinctively, the cloaked figure turns towards the source of the sound. Momentarily forgotten, Bushman takes the opportunity to fire, but..."

Moon Knight doges!

Yeah, he then turns and shoots at Marlene.

"Moon Knight lunges... But blind rage makes him careless."

Bushman knocks him down and goes in for the kill with his sharp steel teeth.

Moon Knight blocks with his truncheon! And then the anger and violence take over.

He can barely restrain himself. He doesn't understand why she would want to spare Bushman.

Her cries for Steven also go unheard. He isn't Steven. Steven is far far from present in this situation. It's no wonder he lets his rage take over and blocks out the rest.

"Finally, as a soft moan heard through glass rises to a keening shriek, the crimson haze fades... And the fist falters. Opens tremblingly..."

The police are on their way and they need to leave.

It takes him a moment to snap out of it. To come back to himself.

He and Marlene head up to the roof so that Frenchy can collect them.

"Guess I... Went a little crazy, Marlene... Remembering that at one point I was almost like him.. But why did you stop me? Your father-"

"I stopped you because I went crazy too at first--I wanted to kill him, but I knew I couldn't... We couldn't! In a way, he created Moon Knight... But you've been through a lot since then--We've both worked hard to shape Moon Knight into something better than he was at his creation."

They've all worked hard to set up Moon Knight to be what he is. To be the good man. To have access to what he needs to do what he does.

"And I just want you to stay that way. I didn't want Bushman to spoil what he started... What you've made into a legend. Behind that legend is a man. A good and powerful man. And no matter how many roles you play, false or true, you must never abuse your power...You must never forget who that man REALLY is."

And this brings our journey with Moench to an end.

Bushman was their first villain and the most personal. He created Moon Knight when he killed Marc. He was brutal, and antagonistic to Marc. As the man that murdered Marlene’s father, any time he showed up, it was a high stakes game. No one knew Marc like he did. That is to say, no one knew what Marc was capable of like he did.

As far as a threat, Bushman never actually was much of a threat. Though he was the leader of the mercenary group, it was always very clear that he got there through intimidation tactics, drastically brutal deeds, and back stabbing. When it actually came to abilities, Marc was always the top. What threat Bushman actually held was started above. Marc could have been Bushman.

Marc had the ability to become the most brutal and dangerous leader of mercenaries. He had a second in command follower at the ready, Frenchy, he had a knowledge of the politics and governmental ruling of a lot of areas, he spoke several languages, knew how to blend in, knew geography, and he could fight. Marc also has proven over the years (even in Moench’s run) that he had a lot of powerful connections in high governmental positions.

Yet Marc’s growing disagreements with the way Bushman worked eventually culminated in the literal death of that path. As much as Marc attempts to make himself seem no better than Bushman, he had a big heart. In this, Marlene was right. Bushman created Moon Knight. He killed the part of Marc that had any chance of branching off into that path. He started the legend and with the input of the good in his life, (Steven, Jake, Marlene) they were able to turn Moon Knight into a good man.

So when Bushman returns as a ‘recurring villain’, I don’t consider him on the same level as say, Morbius or Black Specter, or Mogart or any of that. The REAL threat that Bushman represents is one of internal conflict and past trauma. The threat of Marc’s internal monologue of his own horribleness rising up to a point of self destruction. That’s right, the REAL threat? Marc Spector.

Throughout Moench’s run we tangle with Marc over and over again. We see Marlene shun him. We see Steven fight him for control. We see Jake push him aside, and we even see Moon Knight himself struggle with his rage. Yet at the same time, we see flashbacks that show Marc being kind. Being merciful. Questioning his actions and deeds. Marc is his own worst enemy.

By the end of the original run with Zelenetz finishing it off, we see Marc finding a sort of understanding with who he is. Attempting to find resolution in his father’s death, and making a timid peace with Steven Grant.

When Ellis takes over after Bendis’ disastrous run, we find Marc in a very dark place struggling and drowning. Lemire picks him up and returns him back to the start. Back to Bushman and back to Steven and Jake. Then we have to skip across Aaron and Bemis (Hisss booo) before Marc finally lands with MacKay and we at last… at long last… We have healing. At last we have a Good Man.

I want to thank everyone that has followed me through this journey into the original comics. I hope you found joy in the old comics and that it inspires you to maybe go pick them up and give them a full read for yourselves. Maybe you disagree with me on some points, and I encourage you to come up with your own theories. Find your own way to love Moon Knight and the message of mental health that Meonch started.

As we bring 2023 to an end I look forward to getting into other Moon Knight comics in 2024. Some that I either haven’t read in years or that I may have missed all together! Currently I have no intention to continue to review every single comic. That's just... That's too much. But I hope to pick out a few special ones. But I've been wrong before. Let’s see where we go and what we find!

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Marlene Alraune #Bushman #doug moench #bill sienkiewicz #analyzing the comics #This is it guys #Thank you for all the love #I hope you've enjoyed the Moench run #I'm going to miss it

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i got you || c.b.

summary: when colby has a little too much to drink, you spend the evening taking care of him.

colby wasn’t normally a messy drunk. he’d learned his limits pretty quick after a couple of run ins with people that he knew he shouldn’t have been messing with. that was more than enough encouragement for cutting himself off when he knew he’d had too much.

however, tonight was a different story. he’d been significantly stressed out about work. he and sam had taken on a much heavier work load than what they were normally used to. filming, editing, and traveling was beginning to hit him like a freight train. all of that on top of creator events they were being invited to, he felt like he needed a year long break.

you were sitting in the office with him, across the room on the couch reading a book. he was at his desk finishing up his portion of editing for the most recent video he and sam had filmed.

after a few hours of silence, colby let out a loud groan, startling you and pulling you out of your reading state.

“you okay?” you asked, looking up from the page.

“yes. i’m finally done.” he said. you set your book down and watched as he stood up from his chest and stretched out, cracking a few bones in his back. he walked over to the couch and you held out your arms as he crawled into your lap. he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and rested his head on your stomach. you lied there with him playing with his hair and rubbing his back for a little bit.

“so, what do we wanna do tonight?” you asked him.

“i wanna go out, just you and me. it’s been a while since we’ve had a proper date night.”

“mmm, that sounds good.” you said with a smile. he picked his head up and rested his chin on your chest.

“perfect.”

since it was getting close to dinner time, you and colby both showered and started getting ready. accidentally coordinating your outfits, which was actually pretty common in the years you’d been together, you snapped a couple of pictures with each other before heading out.

still having just moved to las vegas, there were still some places left for you to find. you drove to an area you were pretty familiar with, and came across a cute little restaurant that you hadn’t been to yet.

looking up the menu before going inside, you agreed to try it. the food ended up being amazing, as well as the ambiance. you and colby ended up spending a few hours there, ordering multiple drinks and appetizers, in addition to your entrees.

after dinner, you decided to walk to a bar that was down the street. it was one that you’d been to before, and remembered liking. neither of you was ready to head back home, so you decided on a few more drinks instead.

at the bar, you’d been nursing a second cocktail for a decent amount of time, while colby had already taken a few shots, as well as his usual drinks.

“do you need to talk about something? you’re throwing those back really fast.” you asked as he’d downed a fifth shot.

“i’ve just been so stressed with work, i need something to help me let loose.”

“we could’ve just stayed home and had sex if all you needed to do was let loose.” you teased.

“who says that’s off the table?” he asked, raising a brow at you. he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your lips. you pulled away and laughed, rolling your eyes. he was getting bold, and you knew he was close to the point where he needed to be cut off.

by the end of the night, you’d stopped drinking and sobered up enough to get the two of you home. once you finally wrangled him out the bar and he drunkenly stumbled back down to your car, you’d gotten him in the car and buckled in safely.

“babe, drive slower. you’re making me dizzy.” colby moaned.

“my love, we are at a red light. just close your eyes and rest. we’re almost home.” you said.

once you finally made it back home, you helped colby get into the house. it felt like he was making every noise possible as he stumbled up the stairs.

“oh, i don’t feel so good.” he whined, placing a hand on his stomach. he let out a small burp, and you knew it was all over then.

he sprinted down to the hallway to his room, and you heard him start to heave.

“thank god we made it inside.” you sighed. you kicked your shoes off in the hallway and ran to meet colby in the bathroom. he was sitting up against the wall, taking deep breaths. you wet a wash cloth and placed it on his forehead.

“did you get it all out?”

“i think that was everything i’ve eaten in the past week.” he said softly.

“c’mon, lets get you to bed.” you said, helping him up from the floor. he stumbled over to the bed and you helped him change into his pajamas.

he sat at the edge of his bed, and you watched him as he swayed. he was zoned out so hard, you were worried he was gonna fall to the floor.

“here, for your head so you don’t feel like absolute shit tomorrow.” you said, handing him some aspirin and water.

“thank you baby. you’re too good to me.” he said, laying down.

“i got you, always.” you said, leaning down a pressing a kiss to his forehead. you yourself changed into your pajamas, and got into bed. you sat up in bed for a bit while colby began falling asleep, making sure that he didn’t throw up again. once he’d been asleep for a bit, you scooted down and made yourself comfortable, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction

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No Man’s Land Event Timeline

I am of the opinion that more people should write fic set in No Man's Land, but considering it's like, 80 issues long (not counting the lead up) I've made this timeline to make it easier for people who don't have time to spend like a month reading comics. (And also as a reference for myself. So, ever wondered what went down in No Man's Land? This is for you.

(For a timeline of comics that made up the event you can check the other timeline I made here)

(Also available to read on AO3 for your convenience)

Part 1: The Quake

Before we actually get to No Man’s Land Proper, we need to get some facts down about why it happened in the first place. Which means we’re going to be touching on Batman: Cataclysm. (The Batman: Contagion event (where Gotham got hit by a plague known as the Clench) also happened prior to this and contributed to No Man's Land being a thing, but this timeline is already long enough as it is so we won't be going into detail about that.)

In late June/early July, at 7:03pm, a quake 7.6 on the Richter scale hit’s Gotham

While we don’t know the exact date, Batman chronicles #14 reveals that it’s before July fourth.

When the quake hits:

Bruce, Alfred, and Harold are all in the Batcave

Dick is in Bludhaven

Tim is on a plane flying back to Gotham

He’s just resolved to open up to his dad. That doesn’t actually happen.

Helena Bertinelli (a.k.a the Huntress) is in a subway car

Stephanie is at the mall

Catwoman is breaking into a building

Azrael is handing Bane off to the GCPD (Bane gets away)

After the quake dies down:

A number of prisoners escape Blackgate (including Cluemaster)

Lots of people die

Batman, Robin, and Nightwing all run rescue efforts. Huntress and Catwoman are also shown helping out

Alfred and Harold work to repair the manner and clear the batcave

Batman runs around in a bat-monster truck (Not particularly plot relevant, but it looks cool)

Bruce works tirelessly both as Batman and Bruce Wayne to try and aid rescue efforts, pour in relief funds, and convince business owners to remain in Gotham

Part 2: The Abandonment of Gotham

Bruce goes to DC to speak to congress in hopes of securing federal aid for Gotham

However, giving aid to Gotham is *wildly* unpopular and he fails

An executive order declares Gotham No Man’s Land

The city is given 48 hours to evacuate before they blow up the bridges. People with a criminal record are not allowed out.

Later comics reference Black Monday which means that presumably the government gave Gotham a weekend to evacuate.

In Batman: No Man’s Land Secret File #1, it’s revealed that the bridges were blown at Midnight on New’s Year’s Day

(Personally, I don’t think this date makes sense, largely based off of vibes, but also partially based off of dates given later. It’s the perennial comics retcon at work. Regardless, since it’s a solid date, I’ll be calculating later dates based off of it. I think I’m also going to have to make a timeline that I don’t hate where I just ignore this though)

During this Jim Gordon tries to get a job outside of Gotham before discovering that he’s a laughing stock outside the city and deciding to stay in No Man’s Land instead

Barbara Gordon also decides to remain in Gotham

Part 3: No Man’s Land

We open 93 days after they blew the bridges

While vibe-wise, it feels like late fall/early winter to me, based off of the New Year’s day Black Monday date, it’s April 3rd. (Yeah, I don’t think the date makes any sense, but I like numbers so I’ll keep doing the math.)

The next time check in we’re given is 127 days in. It’s noted that it’s the tail end of the Winter. (Date wise this would be May 7th)

(Look, maybe weather’s just different in New Jersey, but May does not feel like the tail end of winter to me.)

Status Quo:

Batman is who knows where. None of his allies have seen or heard from him.

We later learn that he went on a Bruce Wayne guilt bender and tried to bury his guilt over failing Gotham in partying.

Oracle is based out of the clocktower. She gains intel through a network of informants and food by using her knowledge of the city’s fallout shelters.

Jim Gordon is running what remnants of the GCPD remained in No Man’s Land along with his wife, Sarah Essen. He’s currently angry with Batman for disappearing and will remain so for some time.

Helena Bertinelli is both operating as Huntress and has recently taken up a Bat-themed mantle. She calls herself the Bat, but she is later referred to as Batgirl.

Though not mentioned in the opening salvo, we later learn that Leslie Thomkins remained in No Man’s Land and is operating a medical aid camp clinic place thing.

We also later learn that Alfred Pennyworth spent his time up to this point wandering around Gotham, helping people out, delivering at least one baby, and raising moral through storytelling and performances.

Outside of Gotham:

Nightwing is facing the usual combination of corruption and crime in Blüdhaven.

Robin has moved to Keystone City with his dad.

Stephanie Brown is approximately 7-8 months pregnant and living in the Gotham area outside of the No Man’s Land zone.

Azrael is doing stuff I guess? I think he’s chasing down some villain dude? Look, does anyone really care about Azrael?

(Note from future Havendance: Okay, so No Man’s Land actually made me care some about Azrael)

Catwoman. I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you what Catwoman’s up to either. She’s not in Gotham, I can tell you that much.

100 days into No Man’s Land (April 10th), Batman shows back up. (Alfred Pennyworth is with him). The GCPD take back Old Town (I think? It’s the part of Gotham with the clock tower). Barbara and her father are reunited.

Before the next timeline checkpoint various things happen:

Azrael enters No Man’s Land

Batman begins working with Batgirl

Batman makes a deal with the Penguin to establish himself back in Gotham and gain information

Batman makes a deal with a former enemy (Lockup) to get Blackgate prison up and running.

Black Mask is locked inside, taking him off the map.

Barbara Gordon discovers that there is someone else operating as Batgirl

Superman shows up for a day to try and lend a hand.

127 days into No Man’s Land (May 27th). The tail end of winter. A lot of politics/land war stuff goes down.

Pre shuffle map:

(Unfortunately, I don’t believe their’s a post-shuffle map)

The Penguin makes a deal with Two Face to get at Batman. The GCPD makes a deal with Two Face to get at the Penguin’s territory. The end result is that Two Face takes Batman’s territory and the GCPD take half of Penguin’s territory.

Meanwhile, Outside of No Man’s Land:

Stephanie Brown gives birth

The Drakes move back to the Gotham area

Dick Grayson enters the police academy, hoping to root out the corruption on the force from the inside

As a result of all the politics/land war shuffle up:

Two Face hires David Cain to try and kill Jim Gordon. He’s stopped by Batman with the help of Cassandra Cain (currently without a name).

Batman finally admits that he can’t take care of the city on his own and calls in help.

Batman fires Helena Bertinelli from Batgirl for not adhering to his impossibly high standards. He gives the mantle to Cassandra Cain.

Also around this time, Jim Gordon punches Batman in the face. Which isn’t particularly plot relevant, but I thought you should know.

Once everyone’s assembled (Around day 189 (July 7th))

Azrael and Batgirl are sent to take down Nicholas Scratch — a charismatic radio personality who pushed for No Man’s Land to be a thing in the first place, now in the city and causing trouble.

Nightwing is sent to take control of Blackgate back from Lockup. He succeeds but gets beat to hell and has to be nursed back to health by Barbara Gordon.

Batman and Robin investigate Poison Ivy’s hold on Robinson Park. They find that she and the orphans she’d taken under her protection have been imprisoned by Clayface and end up working with her to take him down. The end of this storyline is noted to be the first day of summer.

( Side note here, officially, the first day of summer is on June 21st, which would put the start of No Man’s Land back before the New Year’s date. And honestly, July feels way too late for the first day of summer, but I don’t know why I’m trying to get a consistent timeline out of comics in the first place. *sigh* I’ll just stick a timeline that I think works better at the end of all of this.)

Around this time:

Jim Gordon attempts to break off his deal with Two Face. Two Face does not like that, and as a result he takes Rene Montoya and her family hostage.

Helena Bertinelli, now back to the Huntress mantel, teams up with Petit who broke off from the GCPD for being a little too into shooting people.

Catwoman is recruited by Batman to steal some discs with data on them that he says is vital to restoring Gotham. She succeeds but then proceeds to sell the data to the highest bidder. At this point in time, it’s unclear if Batman ever gets the data.

Side note, but apparently before all this, she managed to get elected the mayor of New York and then had to fake her death by having Catwoman push Selina Kyle off a building. It all sounds wild. Maybe I should be reading the Catwoman comics…

Bane enters Gotham, recruited by a mysterious outside influence (Later revealed to be an agent of Lex Luthor). He’s apparently no longer on venom? Idk, I don’t really care about Bane. This timeline is somewhat biased in case you couldn’t tell.

Robin gets in the middle of a three-way battle in the subway between the Ratcatcher, Mr Freeze, and two guys whose names I don’t remember. He ends up sick due to a nasty combination of rat bites and sewage (excellent sickfic potential, that’s all I’m saying)

Side note: in this story, we learn that apparently a bunch of Tim's old classmates are larping as their DnD characters in the sewers of No Man’s Land which is one of those details I feel compelled to share with you.

Also at this time, Stephanie’s mom learns about her being Spoiler and tells her to stop.

Batman teams up with Lynx to take down a gang in Chinatown that’s enslaving people to generate electric power.

Harley Quinn shows up for the first time, dating the Joker.

Bane blows up Gotham’s Hall of Records.

Meanwhile, the Street Demonz hit up Two Face’s territory, capturing him and nearly executing him via hanging before Batman and Robin save him for… reasons. I’m honestly not sure why. Because Two Face is too popular of a villain to kill I guess.

A later retcon says that Batman actually blew up the hall of records? For reasons that are also unclear? Whatever.

Superman visits Gotham again, this time helping people out in civilian form.

Killer Croc makes a move on the Penguin’s territory. He’s stopped by Robin (still recovering from his illness) and a temporary alliance between the Penguin and the GCPD.

During this story it’s also revealed that it’s been about two weeks since Tim and Dick entered Gotham.

However, this should be taken with a grain of salt since also in this story, Rene Montoya is shown to be back with the GCPD which, as I’ll get to in the next bullet point, implies that months must have passed since he entered.

Tim also calls his dad and lets him know that he’s in No Man’s Land. This leads to his dad calling his senator and the fact that Tim’s in No Man’s Land becomes a national news story.

Note: We’ll be coming back to this.

Two Face kidnaps Jim Gordon and holds a trial for him regarding the deal they previously made. Despite the fact that Two Face is literally the only person running the trial, Gordon is found Not Guilty. As a result of this trial Rene Montoya and her family are freed and Two Face is arrested, taking him off the map.

Look, please just read Batman #572 and Detective Comics #739. A summary does not do this justice.

Timeline wise, the trial reveals that Rene has been held by Two Face for five months. This would be at minimum, three full months and two parts of a month, meaning between 120 and 150 days have passed. This would put us between day 300 and day 330 of No Man’s Land. I’m going to assume day 300 since our next check in is day 312. Going off the New Year’s day zero date, this would put us in Late October.

Following this, Jim Gordon and Batman finally make up.

Catwoman re-enters Gotham and hands off the data to Batman (An event so important that it’s shown in near-identical detail in *three* separate comic issues. I’m not annoyed.)

This retroactively pushes Batman contacting her and her whole heist deal to happen circa day 300 of No Man’s Land.

At an unclear point in the chronology, while Barbara’s nursing Dick back to health, Petit’s faction attempts to kidnap Barbara. Huntress is initially aiding him, before turning against him (temporarily).

Our Next solid date Day 312 of No Man’s Land (November 8th):

Lex Luthor enters Gotham and begins to rebuild as part of a larger plot to gain control over Gotham.

The Joker begins making plans

Huntress is finding herself chafing more in her partnership with Petit

Roughly day 323 of No Man’s Land, an executive order is signed that will No Man’s Land on January 1st (the one year anniversary)

During the last month of No Man’s Land:

Lex Luthor and the government lead various rebuilding efforts

Azrael and Batgirl assist Batman in going up against the Joker a couple of times

Catwoman spends time messing with Lex Luthor

Batman convinces Bane to leave Gotham. We learn that he was apparently promised rule of Santa Prisca by Luthor in exchange for his services.

Christmas Eve (And at some point in the night, Christmas Day) — shit hits the fan.

The Joker makes his move, attacking Petit’s territory. Petit and many of his men are killed by the Joker. Huntress makes a final stand, nearly dying at the Joker's hands before Batman and Nightwing show up and chase the Joker away.

The Joker also kidnaps, like, all the babies in No Man’s Land, and also sets up a bunch of bombs, sending Batman and his allies racing on a search across Gotham

Sarah Essen (Gordon’s Wife) is shot and killed by the Joker

December 31st (and at midnight January 1st)

Sarah’s funeral happens.

Batman thwarts Lex’s plan to own all of Gotham with the help of Lucius Fox

No Man’s Land ends.

(Whew, that was like 2000 words of timeline.)

Appendix 1: Just how long did Tim spend in Gotham?

(Yes this timeline has appendices. I’ve put far too much thought into everything)

But wait! Remember how I said we’d come back to Tim calling his dad? That time is now. At some point in this timeline, pressured by public opinion, the president issues an executive order to extract Tim from No Man’s Land. The thing about this plot point is that I have *no* idea when it happens. It could happen anywhere between three weeks after Tim enters No Man’s land (so about day 210) to December.

If we go solely off the Robin comics, roughly two weeks after Tim enters No Man’s Land, he becomes a major new story and an unspecified amount of time later (though one that feels short) he is extracted. (The grass is green and there are leaves on the trees in the art implying summer or early fall at the latest).

However, in the main bat comics, Tim is shown popping up here and there in supporting roles until literally the end of No Man’s Land. We do know, at minimum, that Tim is out of No Man’s Land in time to spend Christmas Eve with his dad (before somehow sneaking out and into No Man’s Land in time to help out with the whole chasing down the Joker drama). There’s a panel where they sort of vaguely make a reference to the fact that Tim has been sneaking into No Man’s Land to help out Batman, but no indication as to how long that’s been going on.

So, in conclusion. Tim is extracted from No Man’s Land whenever is most convenient for whatever story you want to tell. I think in my personal timeline, I’d put it at roughly day 300 after the Batman and Gordon reconciliation to have it line up with Luthor putting PR pressure on the government, but honestly canon is so contradictory on this point that it could go any way.

Appendix B: My Personal Ideal No Man’s Land Timeline

So, as mentioned above. I will accept the New Year’s Black Monday date for some canon purposes. That doesn’t mean I have to like it. My ideal timeline (a.k.a the one I’m going to use when I end up writing fic) would end up extending No Man’s Land so that it begins earlier and lasts longer:

Late October/Early November: Day zero of No Man’s Land

Batman enters on Day 100 so roughly February

Day 127 of No Man’s Land (The land war, tail end of winter) lands in late March

Day 189 (Bats assemble, First day of summer) is placed in late May (a little early, but we can go more metaphorical here)

This is about where those extra months I added go, during all the vague Bat stuff that goes on before Luthor enters Gotham

Luthor still enters Gotham in November

All the Christmas stuff goes down the same.

No Man’s Land still ends on New Year’s Day for the symbolism.

#no man's land #batman: no man's land #comics #barbara gordon #helena bertinelli #jim gordon #timeline #reference #comics timeline #tim drake #the cooler gotham antihero #this is long #like nearly 3000 words long #carthago delenda est #dc #bats + birds + affiliated

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When I saw the day 3 prompt I wanted to write about Elain accepting the mating bond and feeding Lucien (hence the tea and biscuits in the moodboard) but you know me by now... bonds turned straight to bondage and my sweet idea turned to filth. No surprises for anyone but here’s your warning for smut under the cut :)

ps: please assume consent for situations like these has been discussed prior to the events and that they have signals that replace safewords for cases in which they can’t speak

warnings: overstimulation, gagging, bondage

You’d think that after the war and every danger she’s faced Elain would have learned some basic self defense

You’d be right, but she still can’t hold Lucien back for more than a second

Her only chance to hit him is to take him by surprise

Lucien has to be on his guard every second of every day because she keeps trying to sneak up on him with attacks

She fails miserably day after day

UNTIL one hit finally lands in his stomach

He barely huffs out a breath while Elain has to bite back a wince because her hand hurts

(how the hell are his abs so hard?)

Lucien, while mostly amused by her up until now, doesn’t appreciate being snuck up on

He decides to retaliate and Elain has no time to register what’s happening before he has her against the wall, both of her wrists in his hand and pinned above her head

Elain feels herself fall backwards and makes a surprised noise as he winnows them directly to their bed

Her hands are tied to the headboard a second later

“Go on, try to hit me now,” Lucien taunts from above her

“Let me go,” Elain grits her teeth and helplessly pulls on the bonds

“I will, when I’m done having fun,” he gives her a grin and reaches underneath her skirt to rip her panties off her

Shit

Elain doesn’t have time to complain before the fabric is shoved into her mouth to gag her

“Do you remember how many times you’ve tried to hit me since I started training you?”

She can only shake her head no

“Me neither,” he slowly works on removing her skirt. “I stopped counting after twenty,”

Elain doesn’t know what he’s going to do with that number but it can’t be anything good

The top she is wearing can’t fully come off since her hands are tied, but Lucien only lifts it up to her arms and leaves it there

“There,” he smiles when she’s fully naked in front of him

He’s being too sweet and Elain knows things are about to go wrong

“Are you ready baby?”

Elain wants to ask “ready for what?” but she has to settle for shaking her head no instead

“That’s too bad,” Lucien traces his fingers along her jaw, neck, collarbone and down the valley of her breasts “My plans for payback won’t wait until you’re ready.”

He’s going to be so mean, she just knows it, and she’s going to cry and beg for mercy

“First, you’re going to promise you’re done with trying to sneak up on me,” he orders while his hand trails down her stomach and then back up

Elain nods, complying in hopes it’ll lessen his wrath

Her traitorous body is already responding to his touches and she knows he’ll use that against her

“Second, you’re going to be good and take whatever I want to do to you until I’ve made you come twenty times,”

If her hands were free, Elain would already be scrambling away

“You should be glad I stopped counting after that number.”

There is no way Elain can take twenty, but she can’t get away from him now or plead him to stop

She can only let him do whatever he wants and hope he’ll be satisfied before he gets to the end of his punishment

The first one is easy

Lucien is unbelievably gentle, coaxing her into it with his fingers until she tightens and her throat makes a noise he knows too well

He doesn’t stop until she comes a second time, and then a third

Elain watches as he licks his fingers clean before he replaces them on her with his mouth

His tongue makes everything feel more intense

Her clit is already overly sensitive and the second his fingers are inside of her again, curling against that sweet spot that never fails to make her moan, Elain comes again

The fifth one hurts and makes Elain cry

He’s at eight when he finally relents and pulls back from her

He removes the fabric from her mouth and she’s instantly begging “Please, I’m sorry, please, please,”

Elain must have looked really damn desperate because Lucien rubs his hands soothingly on her thighs

“Shh, shh,” he waits until she settles and calms to continue. ‘I’ll make you a deal. You take one more without making a single noise, and I forget all about the ones you have left.”

Elain has no other choice but to take the damn deal

She knows it’s going to be hard but the alternative is going to be torture so at least she has a good incentive

If only she could cover her mouth with her hand

Lucien—the bastard—smirks as he spreads her legs and pushes her knees apart

Elain knows she’s fucked when he removes his own clothes and comes on top of her

She’s never quiet when he’s inside of her

She just can’t help it

The way he rubs the head of her cock on her soaked center and how slowly he pushes it in is nearly enough to make her come undone

She’s never been so overstimulated in her life and she can’t even make noise

All she can do is helplessly tug at the bonds that keep her hands up and pant while praying her body doesn’t betray her

Lucien knows just what she likes, what angles make her feel best and how to stroke her skin to make her writhe beneath him

Elain just can’t help whimpering when she comes

She’s not even sure it’s a whimper, she’s also half sobbing and there is no way she can take more

She just can’t and Lucien has been mean before but never this mean and she doesn’t know what to do

“Baby,” he lays beside her and puts a hand on her waist to ground her. “It’s okay, shh, it’s okay,”

He undoes the knots that keep her hands tied and covers her body with the top sheet

Elain gets pulled to his body but with the sheet he’s not directly touching her

The barrier between them is exactly what she needs to realize he’s done with her

It still takes a long time for her to come back to normal

When she’s responsive and can talk, Lucien lets her go to the bathroom to clean up

She comes back to the room to find some food and juice waiting for her

Lucien makes sure she eats while they talk quietly and he makes sure she’s okay

When they go to sleep, Elain can’t decide if she never wants to sneak up on him again or if she’s going to keep on trying every day

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#elucienweek2022 #elucien smut #elucienweek #elucien fanfiction #elucien fic #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #elain archeron x lucien vanserra

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How My Twst OCs Fared During Book 6

Hello everyone!

So I’ve been sitting on this post for a while and was planning to share it right before Book 7 drops in EN. That is until a friend of mine who only plays JP pointed out that EN will likely not get Book 7 until AFTER the Glorious Masquerade event.

With that in mind, here are some headcanons for how my ocs fared during the events of book 6. I’m only sharing headcannons for Crisanta, Iman, Danica, Sidonie and Vidaria since book 6 effected them the most. Note, some of these are LONG.

Crisanta was feeling sick on the day STYX infiltrated the school. Because of that, she decided not to attend that morning's board game club meeting and Ione decided to come in late so she could stay with her and make sure she was alright. When Ione returned to Heartslabyul a while later, she told Crisanta about what had happened and Crisanta decided it would be best for neither of them to leave their dorm until the chaos winded down and someone could locate the dorm leaders that were taken by the charrons.

“There are more important things to consider now. Please don’t worry about me.”

Though she wasn’t fully recovered, Crisanta takes it upon herself to help Cater and Trey maintain order at Heartslabyul as the latter became acting dorm leader during the crisis. She also helped to keep Ione calm as she worried what had happened to Riddle. They both were greatly relieved when he returned to NRC safely. And Crisanta was able to use some of her restoration magic to help return Riddle’s white hair to its original red color.

Iman was spending the morning with Vidaria and Heloise at Diasomnia when they received word about STYX infiltrating the school. She immediately went back to Scarabia where Kalim informed her about what happened, much to her horror. As Kalim went off to meet with the other teachers and dorm leaders, Iman helped maintain order in her dorm and when Kalim returned, acted as an unofficial vice dorm leader.

Had this crisis occurred earlier in the school year, Iman might not have taken this as seriously. But her experiences in books 4 and 5 have had a big hand in helping her wise up to the rest of the world outside her tiny circle. She was extremely worried for Jamil’s wellbeing but managed to keep her feelings in check so she could support Kalim as best as she could. Especially in the moments where Kalim really needed someone to confide in. Jamil’s absence hit him particularly hard, not just because he had no idea what had happened to him, but also because Kalim was beginning to realize just how much he depended on Jamil. The self introspection that began in book 5 continues on as Kalim is given more time to consider just how much Jamil has been forced to sacrifice for his sake. And his fear that Jamil’s disdain for him might very well be justified.

“I tried so hard to be mad. But the truth was, I was confused.”

Iman is also dealing with her own introspection as she finally has some time to really think about the events that led to Jamil’s overblot. The pressure and stress of VDC prep forced her to place most of these thoughts in the back of her head but now they have time to really develop. And for the first time in her life, she’s beginning to question the point of her and Kalim’s status. What is the point of the archaic hierarchy they live in if one of the effects is that it keeps people like Jamil down at the bottom even if she is on top. She doesn’t really talk to Kalim about these things but she tries to assure him that everything will go back to normal soon enough despite not being so sure herself. Or even if she wants things to go back to normal anyway.

Danica, Sidonie and Vidaria under the cut!

Danica was supposed to be present at the Ramshackle meeting but ended up not being there for…reasons. Yet despite her absence, it didn’t take her long to realize what happened at the meeting and when she found out that Vil was taken, she actually fainted. She was already somewhat aware of STYX due to the things Taima had told her about what Athena’s parents do for a living. Because of this knowledge, Danica decides to accompany Rook, Epel and Yuulan on their journey to the Isle of Woe.

Her reasoning being half concern for Epel and Yuulan (whom she doesn’t trust Rook to protect) and half a genuine fear she may never see Vil again. However she is anything but happy about this and is especially unhappy about having to be around Rook. She’s still upset about his lovebombing and refuses to speak to him, forcing Yuulan to become an intermediary between them. Things are made even worse/more awkward when Rook takes them to one of his family’s houses to use a transporter. They end up spending the night and the visit brings up some very bittersweet pre-book 5 memories for her. Rook does try to reconcile with Danica but she isn’t having any of it.

But it isn’t all bad as Yuulan is currently working through her own share of heartbreak regarding Malleus so she and Danica are able to bond some and become better friends. And when Rook is later critically injured by an attacking charron, she breaks that vow to herself and immediately expresses concern for his safety. The truth is, a part of Danica still does care about Rook and she cannot forget some of the genuinely kind things he’s done for her in the past even if she’s now questioning the motives behind it all. But even so, he still has a place in her heart even if she acknowledges that his fickle nature will only cause her pain if she loves him. With Yuulan’s further intervention, they are able to get on civil terms by the time they return to NRC and within a few weeks after that, they appear to be somewhat friends again.

But Danica’s reunion with Vil is an extremely emotional one and from the start there are signs that their relationship will take a much more positive turn once this is all over. He is extremely protective of her as they are fighting off the phantoms and titans and even puts himself between her and the monsters more than a few times. As a mage, Danica can be described as a glass cannon whereas her skills are very strong but her body and reserves are extremely fragile. At one point Danica is nearly knocked out cold and Vil forbids her from using any further magic until it’s time to deal with the Shroud brothers.

Danica assists in defeating the Shroud overblots and while she conceals the fact very well, she is horrified by Vil’s drastic change of appearance when he dives into the underworld. But she’s able to quickly set aside her horror when she sees how much Vil is suffering. On the journey back to NRC, Danica is Vil’s greatest (and only) source of comfort, singing for him and reminding him of his heroism. At one point she admits that she loves him, but only after he briefly drifts off to sleep.

“Heroes often have to sacrifice something important, but they’re often rewarded too. And I can’t think of a better reward for your bravery, Vil-san.”

From the start of the school year, Danica was always fearful of Malleus and like most students, kept her distance from him. But after seeing how he fixed the VDC stage and now restoring Vil’s beauty, her fear of him has slowly eased into reverence and amiability. Something that will prove useful in the future. But in the meantime, with Vil seeing the extent of Danica’s courage and kindness and Danica seeing the extent of Vil’s nobility, they are now closer than ever.

Sidonie has always questioned her place in Pomefiore and even in her sophomore year, still had moments of not feeling like she really belonged. After book 5, those feelings were stronger than ever for her due to VDC drama and it’s aftermath. Among other things, she took serious issue with how Vil and Rook mistreated Danica and on the morning of the crisis, tries to cheer her protégée up by taking her to Heartslabyul to collect roses. It was there that they found out about the charrons and immediately returned to their dorm. A while later, Rook made his decision to go to the Isle of Woe and to her shock, placed Sidonie in temporary charge of Pomefiore.

Now, it would be a lie to say that Sidonie hasn’t been secretly wishing for an opportunity like this, but never did she imagine that this would be the circumstances. Added with the fact that Danica and Epel decide to follow Rook to the Isle of Woe, Sidonie finds herself extremely distressed and also finds that she can’t really enjoy being dorm leader like she’d like to. Without their dorm leaders and with rumors swirling regarding why Vil was taken in the first place, Sidonie’s major task is maintaining order in Pomefiore. But even that is difficult since further info from NRC faculty is limited and the campus is under strict curfew. During this time, Farron acts as Sidonie’s unnamed vice dorm leader but her largest source of support/advice actually comes from someone not even in their dorm.

From the start of her freshman year, Sidonie has had something of a secret friendship with Heartslabyul junior Sinclair Halophor. He’s in the same club as her but Trey has always made it clear that he’s wary of the two getting to close to each other. But while Trey is kept busy maintaining order at Heartslabyul, Sidonie and Sinclair have time to become better acquainted with the latter offering useful advice on being an affective leader. As Heartslabyul’s former dorm leader, he has a lot of insight that he shares with her. With Sinclair’s help, Sidonie is able to help her dorm mates get through the crisis and through it, is reminded of why the Dark Mirror selected her for Pomefiore in the first place.

“I think I finally understand. The place where I belong, I was always there.”

Even when times were difficult, Sidonie’s passion has always been her strongest trait. Her passion, resourcefulness and desire to be helpful to her dorm mates. While some aspects of Pomefiore may come off as shallow to her, Sidonie has always strived to be an example of all the best aspects about her dorm. And when the crisis passes and her friends return to NRC, Vil see’s this too. At first he’s enraged to see Sidonie sitting on his throne and wearing the crown and longer robes of a dorm leader, until Rook explains to him that it was his idea that Sidonie be in charge of Pomefiore while he went to the Isle of Woe. Farron and the other Pomefiore students attest to Sidonie’s leadership skills and because Vil was very worried about what would happen to Pomefiore without leadership, once he calms down, he’s actually very pleased with her. So much so that he decides to reward her in the best way possible.

For the most part, Vidaria remained a spectator of the events of Book 6 from the safe distance of the Diasomnia dorm. She didn’t attend that morning's equestrian club meeting due to feeling depressed and Iman opted to keep her company as well as Heloise. The reason for her depression I’ll get to in a moment.

She finds out about the charrons when Silver and Sebek come and tell Malleus and Lilia. But because no one from Diasomnia was taken, this doesn’t really affect them. Iman rushes back to Scarabia and Lilia instructs Vidaria to remain at Diasomnia until more information is available. Soon enough school resumes though on a very limited basis. And even when classes are in session, there is a heavy air of uneasiness surrounding the classmates and faculty. But this uneasiness is nothing compared to what Vidaria was already feeling.

Although Vidaria has no deep feelings for Malleus, she has come to accept their impending marriage and has developed a baseline like and respect for him. So it’s more than a little shocking when in Book 5, she realized that Malleus has been sneaking off to Ramshackle dorm in the evenings and has developed a friendship with Yuulan. This realization is made more awkward when after the VDC, Vidaria accidentally eavesdrops on a conversation between Yuulan and Malleus. Where they discuss the latter’s betrothal and it’s heavily implied that Yuulan has developed deeper feelings for Malleus and vice versa, though Malleus never really considered the idea that he could actually be in love with the person he marries.

Vidaria is not exactly jealous of Yuulan per say, but she is very resentful of her. It goes unsaid that Vidaria has sacrificed a lot more for the sake of her betrothal while Malleus has sacrificed basically nothing. And because concubinage is an accepted norm in the Draconia court, Yuulan could theoretically continue to be in Malleus’ life if she never finds a way home. She could even, potentially, bear the next Draconia heir. And so Malleus will be able to experience the joy of true love without many serious obstacles, something Vidaria can only dream of.

Her resentment is worsened by the fact that she has fallen in love with another person and these feelings are very mutual even if they are secret. Unfortunately, for many reasons no less because he’s human, the mutual pining Vidaria and Silver have for each other is likely destined to end terribly. She knows this, and yet her heart can’t help but love him and she has loved him for a long time. And while he will never admit it aloud, Silver has developed feelings for Vidaria as well. On the night Malleus and Lilia visit the damaged Ramshackle dorm, Vidaria sneaks off on her own as well and Silver is tasked with finding her lest she fall prey to kidnapping again. When Silver does find her, he finds her sitting alone, gazing at the night sky with tears in her eyes.

They both notice the same stars in the sky as Malleus and Lilia and Silver suggests that they make wishes. However, Vidaria tells him there would be no point in wasting her breath because what she wishes for is something she knows she can never have. Silver then asks why she was crying when he found her but she retorts that she wasn’t. He knows this isn’t true but in a surprising moment, Vidaria asks Silver about the Thorn Fairy and if Silver thinks she was ever lonely, being so powerful and feared. Silver says he’s never really thought about it but he does remember one story where the Thorn Fairy apparently had a human lover. Vidaria has heard this story as well but also heard that their love ended tragically and wonders aloud if love between humans and fae can have a happy ending. Silver points our Sebek’s parents and then clumsily mentions that Malleus seems pretty attached to Yuulan.

This later statement upsets Vidaria and Silver immediately apologizes. Vidaria isn’t upset at Silver, but laments that as much as she admires the Thorn Fairy, she couldn’t be more unlike her if she tried. She’s not only powerless, but loveless as well. Silver can see how distressed Vidaria is becoming and immediately goes to comfort her since her magic can become unstable/destructive in a heightened emotional state. He embraces her and tells her that she is indeed powerful and that she represents hope for the fae nations that there might be a peaceful future free of war or bloodshed. He also tells her that there are many people who do love her.

“Yes, many people do love me, as Briar Valley’s future queen. Just not my future king.”

Silver doesn’t know how to respond to this, as every response he forms in his mind feels out of line to him. So he just continues holding her until she is calm, and promises her that no matter what happens, he will always be by her side and serve her to the best of his ability. Secretly, he wishes upon the stars that even if he’s not allowed to love her, that he can at least, always, see to it that she’s happy.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #OC: Crisanta #oc: iman #oc: danica #oc: sidonie #OC: Vidaria #twst book 6 #headcanons and things

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November Update As Of 11/18/2022

I am extremely happy to see that Lysander, Kentin and Armin are getting wedding episodes and that we are all getting honeymoon episodes! I can’t wait to see what Nathaniel’s honeymoon is like! We know they go to New Zealand... But I hope its quite the adventure!

As for My Candy Love: New Gen... I am still not sure if I will even play it... I might so that I can have access to the avatar customizer, but I’m not sure. I’ve thought of continuing Alana’s story with her daughter, Aurora, being my new Candy, but I’m nowhere near done with writing Alana’s story, so I really don’t know what to think and how to feel on this.

I have not played any of Armin’s route or the last episode of Kentin’s route yet. I was planning on finishing Kentin’s route by Christmas, but then we got hit with back to back events then Armin’s route. And now, we’re getting hit with more events and the honeymoon episodes... So, while I intend on playing Armin’s AL route, and ultimately writing a “What If” chapter about him and Alana, I have no idea when I will be doing that...

I am still writing The Melancholy of Melody Alana Roster! As of right now, my main focus is on the Episode 23 chapter for my rewrite of High School Life. That episode was hard to play for everyone, but it was a special hell for me... As, like Nathaniel, I am also a child abuse survivor. Writing this chapter is taking forever for me to do since it is constantly bringing up memories of what my mother did to me and what she let her best friend and her father do to me... That being said, this chapter is insanely important to Alana’s story and I will push forward with writing it. Just please bear with me.

Also, due to the fact that I am working around 39 hours a week at a job that, especially during the holidays, is extremely tiring, I am no longer writing on “my weekdays” (Sunday through Thursday). Especially with the facts that my boyfriend and I have a lot to do during the holidays and, even though it’s not until April 4th, 2026, we do have a wedding to plan.

In the meantime, I can say for certain that I have begun work on a nice little Holiday Surprise for you all! The Otome Haven Discord Server’s Holiday Fan Event has already been decided and I am looking forward to sharing the gift I’ve made for the fandom with you all next month! It’s going to be super!

As of the writing of this post, I am going to openly tell you all that this weekend (the 18th and 19th), I probably won’t be writing at all. In an effort to heal myself, particularly my inner child, I’ve been hyper fixating on Pokémon... Which has been working. I pre-ordered my copy of Pokémon Violet and, last night, my boyfriend and I went to my local GameStop and picked it up from the Midnight Release Party. He won the Super Smash Bros. Tournament! In other words, even though I worked a super early shift yesterday, I shot back 3 coffees over the course of the day so I could stay awake... Which resulted in me being awake from 5 am to a little after midnight... I tried to sleep in today, but my alarm, my cat, and my boyfriend’s chihuahua had other plans... So, my focus, this weekend, will be on my new Paldean adventure with my sweet little Sprigatito.

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Deus Ex: Human Revolution Shadow’s Showdown 53

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The Friend or Foe?

Detroit. Laura's apartment.

The week seemed to pass way too quickly. Only a few more days and Laura would be back at the company. Adam and Faridah will be there. How should she behave? What should she say? Jensen will probably expect them to spend some time together, and she's not ready for that at all. Not after the conversation with Rupert, which again shattered the order she had started to build. The sound of the phone ringing snapped her out of her reverie.

Overwhelmed by panic, she cautiously looked at the flashing screen. Fortunately, it was only Pritchard calling for the thirtieth time, so she rejected the call. The Chief of Security had been silent since they returned from MacKenzie's. Maybe he's angry? Maybe she had hurt him again? More doubts grew and not even the strongest coffee could alleviate them. She vegetated like a wilted celery until evening, then night came, bringing with it one recurring dream. Laura was alone in the midst of a void, shrouded in thick fog, hearing Joe's voice, which she followed. He kept moving away. Once she found him and he was so close at hand, he would disintegrate into million specks of light and shards of purple glass, and she would wake up.

It was a good thing she had a supply of cereal because there was only mouldy cheese in the refrigerator, apart from the light, and she didn't feel like shopping. On Saturday she was already thinking about Monday and the horrors that come with it. She had completely forgotten that, after all, she still had a trip to Washington awaiting her. Reality reminded Laura about its presence in a brutal way. The woman twisted to her right side, and immediately after this evolution, she heard something that resembled a human voice, the one expressed as a result of the intense and sudden pain felt. However, she recognized it was only a dream, thus ignoring the whole event.

"Laura, you kicked me in the nose!" the voice yelled. "You're to blame yourself," she muttered, still asleep.

Shaking her whole body turned out to be something that helped Laura decide to open her eyes after all. The blurry image slowly formed a coherent whole. The woman came to her senses in a split second and with a sudden movement slid towards the wall. When her back touched it, she knew there was nowhere to run so she tried to find something heavy enough to hit the intruder.

"Calm down! It's me, Connor," he said while holding a handkerchief under his nose.

The woman blinked her eyes. "Connor? What are you doing here? How did you get in here?" she inquired a bit more calmly.

"It's a long story," he sighed. "You'll tell it in a moment. I'll look at your nose first."

He didn't have time to protest. The hacker rolled across the bed and moments later was already in the bathroom.

"Unfortunately I had to break in again," he said when she returned with the first aid kit. "Nothing new. I'll have to replace the lock soon, although I can't afford it at all." "Sorry, I shouldn't have. I'll cover any costs, but it was urgent. On Tuesday we fly to Washington so Pritchard is going crazy. Another moment and he will bite the wires. Meanwhile, you don't answer the phone, you don't answer the door. I started worrying."

Laura sighed, holding a cotton swab, soiled with blood, in her hand. "I've already forgotten about this damn trip," she said.

"You should be happy, Adam will be there too," he said, deliberately mentioning that name. "It's true, maybe we'll spend some time together," she nodded, knowing the lie had worked out poorly. "Are you having doubts again? After all, you two have started getting along," Connor furrowed his brow."I talked to Rupert, he suggested I should think carefully because in his opinion I'm trying to replace Joe and I'm using Adam to do it." "And you believe all this?" "He's a psychologist, a damn good one. It's not about whether I believe him, it's about giving myself some time. Joe was important to me, even very important. I don't want to hurt Jensen, that's why I need to know if what I feel is true." "Joe was more than a friend, wasn't he?"

The hacker slowly, affirmatively nodded her head, tucking things into the first aid kit. Connor noticed those nervous gestures but reminds silent. He suspected there was more going on behind the scenes than he had thought.

After all those usual morning activities like brushing her teeth and combing her hair, Laura got dressed and made herself breakfast, urging Connor to at least have a cup of coffee.

"I need your help. Since I'm alone in the company, Pritchard is monstrously nosey. Before we fly to Washington, he wants me to check the company's security with you. That's why he calls so often," he explained as they sat in the kitchen. "I know Sunday is not the best day to work, but..." "I'll help you, no problem," she interrupted him. She hid the dirty bowl in the dishwasher. "Let's go to the living room. It will be more comfortable there."

The man nodded, got up from the table and adjusted the chair as perfectly as he could. Later, he put his coffee cup in the dishwasher. The woman watched intently. She didn't suspect him of such thoroughness; he acted almost like an android.

"Don't look at me like I'm not human," he muttered. "That's just the way I am, thorough," he shrugged his shoulders and went to the hallway to get his backpack.

She led him away with her eyes, and almost immediately Adam's warning words came back to her. They barely sat down on the sofa, and Stalker jumped into Connor's lap. Laura wanted to take him, but the man protested. A cat's trust is something that can't be bought. It is not blind. It's a set of many factors. Maybe this is some kind of sign?

The black screen of the laptop brightened, and after a while, she already had the security code, or rather part of it, in front of her eyes. For obvious reasons, they couldn't copy files and take them off-site.

"How this file came into your possession?" the hacker became even more concerned. More and more details were leading to one conclusion - Damien. "I fought a war with Frank over it," he sighed, leaning his back against the back of the sofa and intertwining his hands behind his head. "I had to have something to interest you. If you want to call him and ask for confirmation, be my guest." "That's the last thing I want," she muttered. "In that case, stop questioning me. What is this really about?" he asked irritably. "About nothing," she muttered evasively. "Laura!" he growled, trying to get her to talk. "Adam told me to stay away from you. He thinks you're acting weird." "Because he couldn't find my files?" he snorted. "You yourself know very well that the database updates in certain intervals, but yes it's true, my data was not in it. I accidentally overheard the conversation and remembered that I had not fulfilled this duty, so I ran to the office where I quickly uploaded what was necessary and manually refreshed the database. That's why you were able to see them." "So there's no mischief, trickery or secrecy involved?" "Decide for yourself. I said everything." "Since I'm still talking to you this probably means something." "I don't know, but it was mean," he said with anger in his voice. "Connor, I'm sorry. You can see for yourself that I disobeyed him." "Because you want to spy on me." "No!" she protested. "Maybe I'll forgive you, I'll think about it," he muttered, intertwining his hands on his chest. "As usual I spoil everything," she sighed and wanted to get up already, but he stopped her. "I'll forgive you, but you'll bake me kanelbulle," he said, grinning his teeth in a wide smile. "You're teasing me! You cruel little...!" "But of course I am. And I’m not that little, at least in some parts,” he shrugged. “Quite seriously,” Connor’s voice changed into less joyful. “Adam had the right to suspect me. He is the Head of Security."

Laura became serious too and looked at the laptop screen. "So should I go to the company with you today?"

"No, tomorrow we'll go through the whole thing. Today I don't want to. In fact, it was just an excuse to visit you and see how you're doing."

She wanted to reflexively say he could have called but, after all, she didn't answer the phone.

"I feel great, as you can see," she replied without conviction. "Of course. Now feed your cat and get dressed. We’re leaving," he ordered, turning off the computer. "I want to stay at home. Where are you taking me anyway?" she muttered with great reluctance. "We'll go eat something good. That always helps for the mood," he stated.

His enthusiasm did not infect Laura at all. Tomorrow she would have to face the demons anyway.

"At the place where we’re going to, you won't meet Adam, Faridah or even Frank. I promise," he assured, zipping up his backpack. "Will you trust me?" "I will trust you." The tone of his voice was so gentle she couldn't refuse. Maybe fifteen minutes had passed when the hacker returned dressed in a blue wool turtle neck and dark blue jeans. As she tied her boots, Connor fed Stalker. His visit was something she needed. The man spread an aura around her that made her feel calm and safe. "Put on your cap," he suggested while putting his on. "I don't know if you know, but it snowed."

The woman nodded and found in the locker her favourite black one with a purple and blue pattern.

Streets of Detroit. Camarilla Club.

When they stepped out into the street, the frost immediately began pinching their noses and cheeks. Laura suddenly felt something hit her lightly on the back, and when she turned around, a ball of soft snow splattered on her hat.

"Blight!" she shrieked, paying back Connor with the same.

The hacker nimbly dodged the flying snowball and then hid behind the car. The woman did the same and after a moment carefully stepped around the hacker from the left.

"Take that!" he heard but didn't have time to perform a dodge and was hit in the shoulder.

Halfway to their destination, they were already all wet, but Laura's laughter was the best reward for all his suffering. Finally, they stood in front of the entrance to the Camarilla Club.

"And what do you think? Is it a good place to hide?" he asked, glancing at her obliquely. "I might have guessed you would bring me here. I had concerns about going to The Jackdaw or Crann Tara. This place is perfect." "After all, I told you that you wouldn't meet anyone familiar."

At that hour the club was almost empty and dimly lit. Most of the staff was still off so when they walked the corridors she didn't meet any of the butlers. Connor led her to a room she knew well and immediately lit a fire in the fireplace. He hung their wet jackets on the backs of the armchairs, which he moved aside. He spread a thick, soft blanket on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

"Make yourself at home, I'll be right back," he said and left before she had time to respond.

The room that had previously frightened her now became extremely welcoming, and when the man returned with two mugs of hot chocolate and a plate of cinnamon cookies she really felt at home. Connor set the tray on the ground and sat down next to her.

"How do you do it?" she asked looking at the blazing fire. "What’s on your thought?" he looked puzzled, reaching for a cookie. "You spread some kind of magical aura. Everything suddenly becomes simple, it's nice and warm." "That's just the way I am," he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know if you like it, but I've fried some carp, and there will be cabbage with mushrooms and bread to go with it. I know that Christmas is over," he said embarrassed, rubbing his neck. "I love carp, probably the most of all fish."

Laura didn't feel like pondering now whether it was a coincidence or perhaps some secret conspiracy. She wanted to spend this time carefree, away from problems. The hacker woman even allowed herself two pieces of fish, which was delicious. After finishing their meal, they returned to their room with mugs of hot tea with a slice of lemon.

"The last Christmas I remember well was the one in Berlin with Joe," she said quietly.

Connor didn't interrupt her or insist to tell something that might be painful, but Laura herself wanted to, so he was glad for the trust she had placed in him.

Berlin 2010 Lemon-Lime.

"Is that okay?" asked Laura, standing on the ladder. "Move a little to the left," replied Toby."Better?" "Too much. Now half a millimetre to the right," he stated, finishing wiping the wine glass. "You pestilence! You're teasing me!" she exclaimed, turning around and losing her balance at the same time. "Watch out, crazy girl!" laughed Joe, who happened to be passing by and managed to catch her. "It's been a long time since he's been so cheerful," remarked Alexios. "Aha, Laura is a good influence on him," admitted Toby, watching the girl wrapping a purple Christmas tree chain around Navras' neck. "Lemon-Lime hasn't looked this nice in a long time. Great job," Joe praised. "Thanks, boss. Laura had a great idea with those lights," Toby admitted.

Laura looked at Joe, Alex looked at Toby, and he in turn merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Wait, is that..." "Yes, I'm the owner," he muttered putting the girl on the ground. "I've got going, I've got some work to do," he lied and moved toward the elevator.

The bartenders showed her with hand gestures to follow Navras, but she wasn't convinced about the idea so they pushed her forcibly into the elevator. She got off with the intention of returning to her room, but as she walked down the corridor, palely lit by the white light of lamps blended into the ceiling, she noticed the massive door was open, and she had long wanted to find out what secrets it guarded. She cautiously stepped into the small, rectangular room, and the door closed just behind her back, hissing quietly.

"Decontamination in progress, please stand still," she heard a robotic voice coming from the speaker. "Holy shit. Joe is going to kill me," she said quietly.

Once the process was over, she walked further in, looking around. The next room looked like a warehouse full of medical equipment and drugs. She tried to open the door in front, but it was locked. The girl leaned with her back against the wall. It looked like she was trapped. She closed her eyes with a heavy sigh, and when she opened them she looked to the right. The girl noticed a light on the floor lined with square ceramic tiles. Its source was under the door.

"Someone must be there. Even if it's Joe, better such a rescue than none at all," she said quietly to herself."

Laura approached the dark green door and carefully pressed the handle.

"Don't sneak around like that. I knew you'd come," she heard Navras' voice. He didn't sound like he was angry at all, but she couldn't see his face. He was sitting in an armchair, his back turned to her. Lines of code were scrolling on several screens. "So now I should call you 'Boss'?" she asked.

The man turned in his chair "If you want, but I'd prefer just Joe," he muttered, extending his hands to her.

The girl came closer, and his hands rested on her hips.

"Why didn't you say so right away?"

Joe sighed and tilted his head "At first I decided that I simply didn't have to. Later I had concerns that you would run away. As you can see, Toby solved the problem. I don't know if he did it by accident or on purpose, but it doesn't matter anymore."

"I see you're very busy and I'm probably disturbing you," she said with feigned seriousness, looking at the rows of numbers, letters and characters. "Mhm, someone is successfully trying to distract me," he replied with a long murmur, patting his lap.

Laura sat down on them and they both turned toward the monitors.

"Why don't you combine the two commands?" "Because then they are mutually exclusive and nothing will happen, look," he explained, doing as Laura suggested. "Interesting... What if you use this one?" she pointed her finger at the screen. "I'll delete the previous command." "Mhm."

For another quarter of an hour, the girl watched what Joe was doing. Although she didn't understand much of it, in a way, she was fascinated by those lines of text.

"Joe?" "Yes?" "Will you teach me too?"

The man laughed but became momentarily serious. He didn't want to offend her.

"Programming is not something that can be learned in a week. It takes several years to do it. At least several." "Could I at least try?" she insisted.

Navras was silent for a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Well. We'll start with theory, if you don't get bored in a month we'll think about what to do next."

The man reached into one of the drawers of the graphite-coloured desk and pulled out several books. While doing so, he was careful not to knock Laura off his lap.

"From zero to zero cool. The code has you. One code to rule them all. Coding for beginners," she listed aloud. "In a month you're supposed to know them all by heart," he said in a completely serious teacher's tone. "Meanwhile, go help Toby and Alex." "Yes boss," she muttered, then kissed his lips long and fervently. "Don't think that this will help you with anything," he muttered. "I hoped so," she replied with a deep sigh.

Joe had a great deal of knowledge and skill regarding the management of Lemon-Lime. By the evening, the place associated with loud music and fun had transformed into an elegant restaurant where unexpectedly many people wanted to spend the holidays. On this occasion, a cook and waiters were hired to take and serve orders. Laura helped Toby and Alex, but felt unnecessary most of the time. Joe was lost like a stone in water. He wasn't either in his room or in that secret management centre. She didn't know if it was really some kind of the strategic point, but that's what she called it. She went back to her room to lay down on her bed with the intention of taking a little nap. She was already beginning to fall asleep, drifting off into that wonderful oblivion. The world disappeared, the sounds quieted, and there was only peace, unbroken peace.

"Laura!" a shout coming from somewhere in the distance became more and more insistent. "Go away, Toby! I want to sleep," she muttered as if speaking to someone in her dream. "I need your help!" he insisted. "What is it?" she asked in a sleepy voice filled with nervousness. She knew she wouldn't get rid of him so easily. "Our waiters can't keep up with everything, and the special guests just arrived," he explained. "And what about that?" she muttered, wrapping her blanket tighter around herself and rolling over onto her side. "Will you go to the VIP room and collect the order? Please. You're our only hope." "Out of the question!" she growled. "I look like a scarecrow. I'll scare everyone, and no one will come back to Lemon-Lime again." "Well, if no one collects the order on time, these people will give us such feedback that Joe will have to close the place."It was a very pertinent comment, although it bore the hallmarks of emotional blackmail. "Well, I'll go there," she replied with a heavy sigh. "VIP room number 1," Toby said and left.

Laura quickly found something better to wear, because the oversized Navras t-shirt didn't look very elegant. She dressed in jeans and a blue button-down shirt, combed her hair into a high ponytail and gently brushed her lips with lip gloss. Immediately after exiting the elevator, she noticed Toby wasn't lying. The waiters were leaving the kitchen and returning to the floor like ants. It was at this point that she realized she didn't have a notebook or pen with her. Only the phone she once got from Joe.

“Well, you can’t kill progress,” she thought.

The girl decided that, despite her hate towards inventions of the future, she would use these technological advances for her purposes today. She looked up at the green light glowing above the door, which meant it was okay to enter. These halls had already seen many strange and less strange things take place. Joe didn't approve of such behaviour, but he had to compromise to keep the club going. Laura didn't know what she would find upon entering. Nor did she know if she would be forced to do more than just write down an order. The light in the room was dim, so she couldn't see much except the shapes of the furniture and the silhouette of a man dressed in a tuxedo. Perhaps it was in black or navy blue.

"Welcome to the VIP area of the Lemon-Lime Club. We wish you a Merry Christmas," she said, trying to maintain a professional yet polite tone of voice.

The man did not speak or move. The girl felt fear overwhelming her. Her legs suddenly bent under her like dry sticks, and the image stretched and dissolved to become a uniform blackness. She fainted.

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What book are you currently reading?

I don’t read books that often unless I have to, but rn I’m reading A Christmas Carol bc I’m watching through most all of the film adaptations and I wanted to compare it to the book. After watching ~50 Christmas carol movies in like 2 months it isn’t really anything special.

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this years?

I only saw a couple movies in theaters this year, but the first thing that came to mind for this was Sonic 2 which was NOT a good movie by any means but I saw it w my friend on the day it came out while we were on vacation and it was hilarious so I’m gonna have to go w that.

What do you usually wear?

Some sort of cargo pants or slacks, a sweater or hoodie, and converse or docs depending on the weather.

How tall are you?

5’7

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

I’m a Virgo and idk abt celebrities but I have the same bday as miku binder Thomas Jefferson and those planes hitting the twin towers.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

I just go by Ezra on here but irl I go by a shortened version of my birthname bc my parents won’t let me change it so technically both?

Did you grow up to be become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Well, I’m 15 so I don’t think I can rlly answer this question yet, but ever since I was a kid computer science has been my realistic life plan and I’m on track to do that so kinda.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I’m aroace and I don’t desire any sort of relationship at all so no.

What's something you're good at vs. something you're bad at?

I’d like to think I’m pretty good at writing and art and I am not good at talking to people online or irl.

Dogs or Cats?

Cats out of the two, but tbh I don’t rlly like any animals all that much.

What's something you would like to create content for?

I’ve wanted to draw stuff for Ted Lasso and Bojack Horseman for a while now but I can’t draw old ppl or horses very well (I’m trying tho)

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

Seinfeld. Obviously Hetalia and by extension history (specifically Dutch + German) but every year around this time I get rlly into a popular adult comedy for several months, permanently altering my psyche and this year that is Seinfeld. I feel like my brain noticed that my life is going absolutely insane rn and decided it was necessary to deploy the SpIn.

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Ap European history. All last summer and the end of last year I was like “omg I cant wait to take ap euro next year it’s gonna be so fun I love European history and I’ve heard the teacher is awesome” and then the year starts and she keeps getting sick and by October (abt 2 months into school) she’s only been in class like half the days. So obviously everyone in the class starts getting rlly annoyed bc this was obviously not at all planned for at all as we’d been doing world history II work we’d already done last year the whole time, we are barely learning any new content, and our grades weren’t getting updated so a lot of ppl were failing the class. Then, the teacher misses 2 weeks straight of school and we’re all confused and annoyed. This goes on until one morning I’m eating my animal crackers and my dads like “hey did you know [teachers name]” and I’m like “yeah” and he’s like “oh well she just died” so then we spend like a month trying to get things back in order and getting tossed around the history department like a hot potato with anyone willing to teach us. Then like a week ago we finally got a permanent teacher and apparently we are like 2 months behind on content and we have to do a whole unit this week and a bunch of reading over break to maybe be ready for the ap test in may.

Are you religious?

No, my parents aren’t religious so I never have been.

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

Free time. I have so many projects and tests this week it’s crazy. It’s ~9:30pm my time as I’m writing this and I’ve used pretty much all my free time since I woke up making this post.

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TMI Tuesday

Happy Tuesday. It’s only 9:15am and already I could use a nap. LOL Gonna be one of /those/ days I think, which also probably means I’m going to be in an ‘I’ve reached my limits with his shit’ kind of mood, and there’s a bunch of stuff lurking in that category.

Still, writing has been happening on and off, between other tasks and chores, and I FINALLY (after only 3 and a half years or so) posted the next chapter of a mammoth Tolkien, Thranduilcentric fic that I’ve been writing - which now brings it firmly back into the realms of Work In Progress. Also, and quite exciting/freeing, I have deleted all of my fics from ff.net (dreadful place! Can’t read the fic for the ads, and I’ve had more fic stolen from there than anywhere else). So I feel good about that, and you can expect it to start popping up on AO3, when I get the chance to convert/upload it.

Please remember: if you read a fic you enjoyed on AO3 or on Tumblr (not just mine), please take the time to comment and/or leave kudos, and to reach out on TMI Tuesday. It means a lot to the writers and artists.

Writer to writer engagement is part of fandom lifeblood. Writing can be a very solitary and lonely activity, and when writers talk, it can enhance, it can inspire, it can bolster confidence, it can do ALL of those things, but lately, one reason and another - lack mostly - it has had the opposite effect (not just for me). That’s one reason that I will ALWAYS send a TMI question to my fellow writers.

Posted this week:

This week I posted:

Chapter 26 of Laer o Faen

A near fatal encounter with the Serpents of the North leaves Greenwood the Great's queen with but one choice, one that cost her own life, but she makes a promise to her beloved King, born of a love that has already lasted through more than an age of Middle Earth, and remains the only hope to warm a heart fallen behind a wall of despair. (Mingled Movie/book canon, the span of the entire story takes in events from the 1st - 4th Ages of Middle Earth.)

Chapter 4 of Not Yours To Keep

While grieving the loss of the fourteenth Cleon, the younger brother he loved as a son, Day seeks distraction in the company of a new concubine from the Gossamer Court. No one could have predicted the events that follow - nor the way in which Cleon XIII decides to deal with the situation.

Chapter 1 of If: As We Try

Donovan is missing. Has the pressure of being commander of an SOG unit, a husband, and new father finally got to him? And will the team sell out to protect their own lives?

On the cards for this week:.

Disparate Pathways - Chapter 45

Gold has a past, a past that he has rejected, but it seems one that will not let him go. Belle, daughter of Governor Maurice French has been kidnapped, along with her mother, and just as the authorities raid the organization that is holding her hostage, decides to make her own bid for freedom, unknowingly derailing an undercover sting, and Agent Milnor has not choice but to take her into ‘protective custody,’ but is he all that he seems? As the threads of the story grow more tangled and the threat to Belle, and to Gold, her appointed protector, grow ever more real, a growing, mutual attraction makes everything far more desperate and far too personal for Gold to ignore what he knows to be the truth.

What the Actual Fuck! - Chapter 8

Prime Minister Robert Sutherland is feeling pressured, and isn’t prepared to acquiesce to the repeated challenges from within his cabinet nor the wider circle of those around him. He resorts to drastic measures to ascertain who can be trusted, turning to an ‘old friend’ to help him separate the wheat from the chaff. Said friend promises to send in his best operative to assist the PM, the trouble is the operative finds out more than Robert necessarily wants to know, and all this just as all hell is breaking loose around him; people hurt, Britain in chaos and multiple deaths push him into making some hard hitting decisions in order to safeguard himself, the country, and the people he cares about.

Next up:

Not Yours To Keep - Chapter 7

Ask suggestions

Ask something about any of my fics (full list is below the cut). If you want specifics from some fics that are already outlined, you can ask about:

Disparate Pathways, Chapters 43 through 55 All Our Past Mistakes, Chapters 11 through 44 Lover’s Leap Series, Stories 15 through 31 Time’s Curse, Chapters 4 through 10 Laer o Faen, Chapter 27 Stargate: Atlantis, Harms Way or any of the 20 fics in the series.

Ask something of any of my characters in general or you can get really specific if you like - for example you might want to ask Gold from Pawn Shop a question about a chapter, a thought, a feeling… (the world is your oyster really)

Ask about my process as a writer, what makes me tick,, or even ask about me personally. There’s also This Guessing Game that is still available for you to play.

Also, if you want to see a specific character or fic featured in Three Things Thursday, or Saturday Secret, feel free to send in prompts, if no one does, then either the choice will be random or they just won’t happen at all. I made an analogy for why that might be in a different post about a car stuck in the mud with spinning wheels.

You can find all my fics currently on AO3 here, and there is a full list under this cut.

Storybrooke’s Best Kept Secret - Rumbelle

Darkness In Hyperion Heights - Woven Beauty au

Seven Tastes - Rumbelle

Tuesday - Rushbelle AU

The Language of Flowers Series - Rumbelle

Disparate Pathways - Rumbelle AU

Scattered - Rumbelle AU

All Our Past Mistakes - Rumbelle AU

What the Actual Fuck! - Sutherelle

Breathe - Rushbelle

The Lover’s Leap Series - Rumbelle

Awakening - Rumbelle

War Is Coming To Storybrooke - Rumbelle

Given No Choice - Rush

Thoughts On A Happy Ending Series - Rumbelle

Darker Hearts Series - Wish!Rumbelle

Modern Wonders - a OUAT/Alice crossover

Time’s Curse - Rumbelle

The Pawn Shop On Main Street - Rumbelle

The Mansion On the Edge of Town - Rumbelle with a side of Jefferson

Cobra: In Your Prayers - Cobra/FatWS/UC:Undercover et al

To See Series - Rumbelle

Nobody Knew (Bingo) - Rumbelle

Secret of the Seas - Rumbelle AU

Butterfly and Phoenix - ST:DSC

Laer o Faen - Tolkien

Ship’s Rats - ST: DCS

I Amar Boe Men Heb - Tolkien

Coming Down - Halt and Catch Fire

Armor of Ice - Halt and Catch Fire

Duath i-Achas Eriol - Tolkien

Balance of Terror - Sleeper Cell

What To Believe - UC: Undercover

If: In The End - UC Undercover

Precious - The Mummy Series

Forbidden - The Mummy Series

Power Is - The Mummy Series

Angel of the Heart - The Mummy Series

Star of the Morning - The Mummy Series

Not Yours To Remember - Foundation (TV)

Here are fics that haven’t yet been started, but are in the Muse’s bucket.

The Miner’s Day Festival - Rumbelle

Aftermath - Rumbelle (with a side of madness)

Saving The Dark One (WT) A twist on a twist of Rumplestiltskin.

Brought To You By The Color… (Red)

Calcul(us)

(In)consistent equation

The Boston Storybrooke Line

Breaking the Waves (Movie AU)

ILP (or IEP) for Rumple.

One Last Wish

In Service to My Son

Playground Games

Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed

“Only Remembered For What We Have Done.”

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iwadori · 3 years

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Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week, from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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pride. (m)

pairing: sugardaddy!xiaojun x reader

words: 4.7k+

summary: stacked with two jobs, tuition bills and rent payments, an opportunity falls into your lap that leaves you wanting more.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: creampie, breeding kink, semi-public sex, oral sex, degradation, overstimulation

It all started before you hit rock bottom.

When you enrolled in college and decided to study music, your parents refused to pay for your tuition as they had hoped you would pursue law instead. You’ve been passionate about music since you were younger, and financial burdens were not going to hold you back from pursuing your dreams.

You spend most school nights working a low wage job, and switch to a different low wage job on the weekends. You hardly had time to balance studies and work, but in order to make ends meet, you fill your body with caffeine and call it a day.

You’re in the middle of wiping down the counter of the campus’s local ice cream parlor, ignoring the email you received from your landlord minutes ago. It was yet another warning notice to pay last month’s rent, a task you’ve been putting off for weeks.

There’s barely anyone who comes into the shop this late at night on a weekday, only a few who have a midnight craving they have to fulfill. You’re surprised when Doyeon comes barging into the shop at half past midnight, dressed to the nines in her custom Versace gown.

She sighs and throws herself down on one of the parlor chairs. “I feel sick to my stomach. Is it possible for your intestines to hurt so much from champagne?”

You laugh at her. Doyeon was your first friend when you came to campus, and you were blissfully unaware of how wealthy she was until three months into your friendship. Her mother recently remarried and Doyeon despised her stepdad, but she never had any complaints about the money he carried with him. Doyeon’s offered to pay off some of your loans so that you wouldn’t have to work two jobs, but you always turned down her offer. You couldn’t take money from her — you had to have a little bit of pride.

“What happened now? More sleazy old men hitting on you?” You question, leaning over the counter to ask her.

“You know me so well,” she sighs, her curled hair styled perfectly down her shoulders. She removes her heels for a bit so she can breathe. “And Doyoung was complaining the entire time, pissing off my mom. You know how my brother is.”

You’ve met Doyoung once or twice, and he was very similar to Doyeon — confident, smart and not afraid to speak what’s on his mind. Doyoung had a very difficult time adjusting to their mother’s new beau.

“You know what would be nice?” Doyeon asks, eyelashes fluttering at you. “If you come with me next time.”

“You know I can’t,” you decline, moving to check on the tubs of ice cream. “I’m too busy with work and school. Can’t leave for a night of luxury.”

“But you can,” she whines loudly. “Just let me pay your rent for last month and we’ll call it even!”

You roll your eyes. “I hardly call that even, Doyeon.”

She huffs. “Please? I can’t stand to go to another one of these things and listen to those snotty people tell me how lucky I am that my mom found that douchebag. You would make it so much more fun, and save me from a night of torture.”

For the first time, you’re contemplating Doyeon’s offer. You’ve known for a long time now that you’re running low on funds, and you’re scared that if you don’t find a way to pay your landlord, he’ll end up evicting you. Your eyes glance up to meet Doyeon’s, who has her puppy dog gaze turned on.

You sigh. “Just one event. That’s it.”

She squeals, and almost jumps over the counter to hug you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, thank you!”

You awkwardly pat her back. “Yeah, yeah.”

—

Doyeon failed to tell you that the event she was dragging you to would actually take place within a week.

You scrambled to find a dress and how to style your hair, knowing that if you showed up in an off-brand name, you would immediately look like an outcast. Doyeon saved you from the humiliation, shoving you into a Valentino dress that had your eyes rolling out of your head at the price tag. She also hired a hairstylist on the day of to come over and fix you up, which you clearly disagreed on until Doyeon told you it wasn’t up for debate.

And now, here you were, standing in the middle of the most luxurious place you’ve ever stepped foot in. Doyeon leans over to whisper to you while you’re eyeing the waiters and waitresses walking around with trays of champagne.

“Just smile and act like you only care about money.”

She tugs you forward and you try your best to match her pace. A girl approaches you two first, nails wrapped around the stem of her glass. She’s wearing one of the most beautiful gowns you’ve ever seen, a Chanel piece her mother imported for the event.

“Hyojung, you’re way too young to be drinking anything,” Doyeon scolds.

“Calm down, mom. No one’s snitching except you. Who have you brought?”

Doyeon beams and loops her arm through yours. “This is my friend from college.” She gives Hyojung your name and you offer your best smile.

Hyojung returns your grin. “Nice to meet you. Where do your parents work?”

Doyeon opens her mouth to tell Hyojung the truth, but you stop her.

“They own a few chain businesses in our hometown. Nothing too grand,” you inform. Hyojung nods in agreement, eyes darting somewhere else.

“Well, Chanwoo is here. I’m going to get the gossip that he owes me from last time.”

When Hyojung leaves, Doyeon frowns at you. “Why did you lie?” She questions.

You shrug. “I would rather not be a fish out of water here more than I already am. It’s better if people think I’m at least middle class.”

“Okay,” she says slowly. “You know I’m not ashamed of you, right?”

You giggle and pat her cheek. “Of course I know.”

“Finally!” You hear someone exclaim, and you turn to see Doyoung rushing over to the two of you. “Where the hell have you been? Mom’s going to murder you for showing up so late.”

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Relax. We took a long time getting ready.”

Doyoung smiles gently at you before tugging his sister away. You feel even more awkward, hands folding together as you sway in the middle of the room. The people around you are talking animatedly and you can faintly hear the sound of the violin in the back of the room. You wonder if you should pretend to go to the bathroom or find somewhere to sit-

“Never seen you here before.”

You turn to see a guy your age, dressed in a full Armani suit and Rolex watch shining under the sparkling chandelier. You awkwardly clear your throat.

“Uh, yeah. My friend brought me. Do I look that weird?”

He chuckles, running a hand through his chestnut locks. “You look beautiful. I’ve just been to plenty of these galas before and I’ve pretty much memorized the guest list.”

Your heart lingers on his compliment and you avert your gaze.

“My first one. Are they always like this?”

“Boring, you mean?”

You laugh and he joins in. You swear you feel butterflies frantically flying in your stomach.

“So, what’s your story? Also have rich parents?” You ask.

He nods. “My mother owns half of the city’s major businesses. I’m Xiaojun, by the way.” You give him your name and he smiles, motioning to the back of the room. “Want to talk where it’s a little less loud?”

You agree, smiling and taking his arm as he leads you to the less chatty part of the room. You both sit on a luxurious velvet couch, a piece of furniture that most likely costs more than your entire apartment. Xiaojun hands you a glass of champagne, his smile taking your breath away.

“Tell me a little bit about yourself,” he muses, eyeing you carefully.

You laugh. “Is this a job interview?”

He shrugs. “Could be.”

Your eyebrows furrow at his answer, but you figure rich people were always weird and vague like that. “I go to the same college as Doyeon, and I’m studying music. Not really much to say, I spend most of my time working.”

He nods, and you can’t place what the look in his eye is for.

“Music, that’s interesting. What made you decide to take on such a daunting major?”

“Daunting as in it’s not law or business?” You counter, giving him a look.

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Hey, no judgment here. In my world, I haven’t met anyone who isn’t a law or business major. It’s nice to have a change of scenery.”

He challenges your gaze, and you feel a warmth in your stomach you haven’t felt in months. You jump when you hear the shriek of your name and Doyeon comes charging towards the two of you.

“There you are! Jesus, I had to hear Doyoung fight with my stepdad for almost ten minutes.” Her exasperation turns into surprise when she sees Xiaojun seated next to you. “Oh! Hey, Dejun. Didn’t see you there.”

He offers a smile. “Hi, Doyeon.”

“Do you mind if I pull her away for a bit?” Doyeon asks, but she’s already looped your arm through hers. You slightly protest when she tugs you away from Xiaojun, but you’re immediately distracted by her next question. “What the hell were you doing talking to him? You know what Xiaojun is famous for, right?”

You frown, looking over your shoulder again to see him, watching as his line of sight carefully follows you and Doyeon.

“No, I don’t. He seemed nice. What’s the issue?”

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “He’s a sugar daddy. Always looking for new sugar babies to satisfy him. He’s been blowing through girls like the wind for the past year. He’s not good, and I don’t want you in his company without me.”

You try to process that the man you were just talking to was, in fact, scoping you out to get a potential new sugar baby. You can’t wrap your mind around it, even when Doyeon drags you to the corner of the room, where Doyoung and her stepdad are still fighting.

Your eyes linger on Xiaojun’s table, but he’s already long gone.

—

“Nice shop you got here.”

You practically jump out of your shoes at the sound of the familiar voice, almost spilling a cup of ice cream down your front. You nearly get whiplash with how fast you spin around, eyes widening at the sight of Xiaojun standing in the middle of the ice cream shop. Your manager, Seojeong, raises an eyebrow at your skittish nature.

“Is there a problem here?” She questions, but you immediately brush her off.

“No, no problem!” You squeak. You immediately rush over the counter and push Xiaojun out of the shop. “Seojeong, I’m taking my 15!”

“Um, okay?”

Once you’ve got Xiaojun on the street, you take notice of what he’s wearing - another dark Armani suit, same Rolex watch, and hair styled in a way that’s meant to make your panties drop. You push back your thoughts and whisper harshly to him.

“I know why you’re here.”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Do you now?”

“Yes, I do,” you state confidently, tilting your chin up. “Doyeon told me about your little sugar daddy scheme.”

He laughs. “Ah, is that what they’re calling it now? Didn’t realize I was such a bad guy for wanting to help out girls in bad situations.”

You scoff. “Do you get off on this? Lowering yourself to the underprivileged lives of the poor? Pretending to be the hero that saves the damsel in distress?”

He snickers at your line of questioning, shoving his hands in his pockets and eyeing you. He leans down so that you’re face to face, and you falter as he becomes closer to you.

“And if I do? What if I like giving you money so you don’t have to work two jobs?”

“How do you know I have two jobs?” You inquire.

“You looked so lost at that gala. I told you I’ve memorized the guest list — you’ve never been on it. It became relatively easy to discover the rest of the details. It must be exhausting doing this everyday, haven’t you ever wanted a break?”

You fold your arms across your chest and take a step away from him. “What’s in it for you?”

He grins. “The pleasure of your company.”

“What kind of company?” You ask, doubting him. You won’t lie and say the offer isn’t intriguing to you. You still have pride, definitely, but the weight of two jobs has really taken a toll on you lately. Plus, Doyeon said Xiaojun breezes through girls anyways. You could get a break from paying your rent for a few months and before you know it, he’ll move onto the next charity case he wants to help out.

There’s no harm in that, right?

Your thoughts are blown through the window, however, when his smirk grows wider. You’re sure there’s a large damp spot in your underwear right now.

“Whatever company you like, little one.”

You’re fucked.

—

You keep the relationship with Xiaojun quiet and under wraps. You know Doyeon would have many thoughts about your choice, and she would probably convince you to let her pay your bills instead of Xiaojun. You couldn’t place that burden on her shoulders.

Surprisingly, Xiaojun doesn’t ask for much. He swings by the ice cream parlor once a week, drops off a $1000 check, stays to chat for a little, and leaves. Seojeong doesn’t raise any questions, albeit you’ve seen her glance at the envelope you leave in the back room. You would’ve thought that Xiaojun is the type of guy who invites you over to his penthouse apartment to get to know him, but he’s been quite reserved. He never crosses the line with you, and his questioning stays on the topic of your classes and work. You continuously wonder how to captivate his attention and if the other girls before you failed to do so.

About a month into the deal, your patience wears thin. You’re not even really sure why you’re frustrated in the first place. Anyone would love a no strings attached deal like this, getting $1000 every week with barely any commitment. You quit your other job because you don’t need both paychecks now and you’ve been able to keep up on rent. However, a part of you expected to be close with Xiaojun in some way at this point, especially considering the way he was flirting with you when he first propositioned this.

You’re fully prepared to confront him on Friday night, the same day he usually drops off the check and chats with you for a bit. You practically throw yourself over the counter when he takes a step inside the shop, yelling over your shoulder to Seojeong that you’re taking your break.

Xiaojun laughs at your eagerness, allowing you to tug on his suit as you pull him outside.

“Someone’s excited today. Need the check that badly?”

You frown at the accusation and exhale. “No, as a matter of fact, the money you’ve given me so far could probably cover me for a year.”

“Then what’s with the frowny face?”

“There’s a catch here, Xiaojun, I know there is. You’ve been too nice,” you say, waving a finger at him.

He smirks. “Have I been? I told you, little one, all I need is your company. You’ve given that to me every week, haven’t you?”

You scoff. “Barely. We talk for a few minutes while I’m making orders for other customers and then you leave. I would hardly call that company.”

He gets even cockier, if that was humanly possible. Xiaojun has to know what he’s doing to you — the mystery of his true personality starting to make you curious.

Similar to your first meeting, he leans down until he’s a few inches from your face, eyebrow raised. “Didn’t mean to neglect you, little one. Did you want more from me?”

You shift awkwardly, tension building in your stomach from his words. He was clearly teasing you and his patience was stronger than you previously believed. He waited a month just to have you desperate like this, wanting something more than a few minutes of his time. You’re so wet at this point that you’re definitive Xiaojun knows.

To prove your point, his smirk grows wider. “What are you doing after your shift?”

“U-Um, I have some homework to finish-“

“Great, I’ll pick you up after work and you can finish it at my apartment.” He doesn’t give you any time to protest, moving closer to you, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “Next time, little one, just tell me you need more attention. Daddy will gladly give it to you.”

—

You’re a nervous wreck when Xiaojun’s expensive Rolls-Royce pulls up to the curb after your shift has ended. His car looks terribly out of place on the streets of your dirty campus, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. You quickly get in and ask him to go before anyone can recognize you.

The ride to his apartment in the upper part of town is filled with silence, making you even more jittery. Xiaojun, on the other hand, is calm and collected with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the console. You try to swallow your nerves and reason with yourself.

This is just Xiaojun — son of a multimillionaire, heir to many respective companies within the city. This is just Xiaojun — the man who’s been giving you $1000 every week with no strings attached, the man who’s clouded your dreams for the past month on more than one occasion.

Unfortunately, you don’t have any more time to dwell on your thoughts when Xiaojun pulls up to the parking garage of his complex. The both of you exit the car and he hands the keys to one of the valet drivers. His fingers fall to the small of your back as he guides you inside.

You try to avoid the blatant stares from other residents. You’re still dressed in your work clothes, a simple t-shirt and pair of jeans, but you couldn’t look more like a fish out of water. Xiaojun doesn’t seem to mind, walking into the elevator and pressing the top floor button. You ride the elevator in silence, and your eyes nearly fall out of your head when you reach the penthouse.

The apartment is straight out of the movies. The decor is extravagant, and you’re afraid if you touch anything, you’ll have to pay a fine. Xiaojun leads you to the dining room, pulling out a chair for you, despite your confusion.

“You can finish your homework here. I’ll be in the study upstairs.”

“Wait wait wait,” you stop him, placing a hand on his chest. “You’re leaving?”

He grins. “Did you want me to stay?”

He was really going to make you beg for it. Your eyes narrow and you feel a burst of confidence run through you. You tilt your head up until you’re a few centimeters from his mouth.

“You said Daddy would give me more attention if I asked for it.”

He growls, eyes darkening. Before you know it, he has you pinned to the grand table, staring at you as if you’re his last meal. It’s your turn to smirk as his control snaps, fingers digging into your hips roughly.

“Think it’s fun to test me? The other girls before you were more behaved,” he hisses, eyes wandering to the valley of your breasts.

“But you don’t like that, do you? You like it when they disobey,” you murmur, pulling him closer to you. “You like giving them their punishment.”

Xiaojun’s lips are pressed to yours before you can even fully register what’s going on, his body locking you against the wood. You whimper, hands gripping his forearm to keep steady. It’s messy and frantic, and you can see all of the built up tension starting to show.

“What would Doyeon think of you whoring yourself out for money?” He snickers, making you feel small under his gaze. “I bet she would be so ashamed. Little one gave up her pride for a few thousand dollars?”

You whine. “It’s not like that.”

“But isn’t it?” He questions you, fingers unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs. You wish you had worn a sexier pair of panties today but Xiaojun seems satisfied nonetheless, snapping the elastic against your skin. “Can’t wait to get a taste of this cunt. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, little one?”

You probably look pathetic like this — half of your body sprawled across Xiaojun’s dining table, pants around your ankles, and a large wet spot ruining the fabric of your underwear. You pitifully nod in response to his question, eyes locked on the bulge straining against his expensive trousers. He chuckles when he follows your line of sight.

“Hungry?”

You fall into the role so easily. “Yes, Daddy.”

He directs you on your knees, the cold marble floor sending a shiver up your spine. You eagerly watch him unbuckle his belt and exposing his leaking cock for you. The tip is red and angry, demanding to be touched.

“Go ahead, little one. Make Daddy feel good.”

You wrap your mouth around the tip, nearly moaning at the taste of him. You haven’t been intimate with someone in so long and his cock has your mouth watering.

“Good girl,” he soothes, pushing his cock further down your throat. Tears immediately spring into your eyes when he ignores your gag reflex, hands gripping the back of your head as he guided you. “Shh, doing so well for me, little one.”

You allow him to fuck your mouth, trying to brush aside the tears falling down your face and saliva pooling at the sides of your mouth. It’s filthy and you love it — you haven’t been used like this in months and you never realized how much you missed it.

“Your mouth is so perfect, fuck,” he groans. “I’ll pay for anything you want if you stay on your knees like this, all pretty for me.”

You gasp when he lets you breathe, pulling his cock away. He chuckles at you, fingers returning to stroke himself as he watches you regain yourself. He tugs you back on your feet, overlooking your wobbly legs and pushing you into the living room. You’re about to question him on what he’s doing until he’s shoving you up against his glass window. You gaze downwards, seeing a plethora of people passing by on the street and cars honking to one another. It’s a view you only see in the movies, and you know Xiaojun’s eager to fuck you into the fantasy.

His fingers slide into your underwear, breath hot against your neck. “Look at all of them down there, little one. Bet they want to be just like you, fucked so good for everyone to see. Even better when I cum inside you, hm?”

You freeze. “D-Daddy,” you whisper frantically. “I’m not on the pill.”

He’s silent behind your figure before you feel him playing with your folds, your wetness coating his hand.

“Isn’t that nice? What do you think of getting knocked up, little one? This entire place could be yours, you would never have to step foot in that ice cream shop again. All the wealth you never imagined, you could spend all day in bed with me while I stuff you full. You would look so pretty on Daddy’s arm. I wonder how many times we could sneak away from the crowd so I could fuck my cock into you. Wouldn’t that be a dream?”

You gasp, growing wetter by the second. He easily slides a finger into your heat and all common sense is thrown out of the window.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you beg. “Please please please. I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

He laughs at your desperation, pushing another digit inside. “Even though you’re not on the pill? How filthy of you, little one.”

It’s sick. You barely know this man but all you want is his cum inside you. You can imagine the headlines now — Millionaire’s Son Gets Poor Girl Pregnant. But you want it. You want it so badly.

You hear the tearing of your panties but you couldn’t give a fuck what happens to them, pushing yourself further into him. He laughs again at you, tip lining up to your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

You cry. “Please, Daddy! I want it, I’ve been so good for you! I’ll let you cum inside me and everyone can watch. I want them to see who I belong to.”

“Fuck,” he growls at your submission. You nearly scream when he pushes into you, his girth bigger and thicker than you’ve ever taken before. On top of that, you haven’t had sex in months and the stretch is almost unbearable. Your head rolls back but Xiaojun grips your chin and forces you to look outside the window. “Look at all those people, little one. They’re about to get a nice show.”

He gives you no time to adjust, thrusting into you like he wants to break you. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls roughly, causing you to yelp at the pain. You’re past the point of coherent thinking, Xiaojun’s cock fucking you so good you can barely talk.

“Good, little one?”

“Mmf,” you gurgle, gasping at the force of his movements. You can feel him in your throat, and it’s as if he’s waited all these weeks just to spill his seed into you.

You tumble over the edge when he pinches your clit, whispering the dirtiest confessions into your ear. “Needy whore,” he laughed sinisterly. “Probably can’t go a day without my cock after this. Going to be begging me for it, wanting me all the time now. I can’t wait to take you everywhere and anywhere I please. I’ll buy you so many cute outfits, little one. So many skirts that make it easy for me to slide right inside and fuck you until you’re crying for me.”

You clench around his cock and fall over the edge, your wetness spilling down your thighs.

“Daddy,” you breathlessly hiss, body going limp in his arms.

“You came so much for me, little one. Your slutty cunt is so good for me, isn’t it?”

“Please, Daddy,” you plead. “Please, Daddy. I want to feel your cum.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, the sound of his balls repeatedly slapping against your pussy echoes around the room. “You wanna get pregnant? All baby wants is a big fat cock to stuff her full of cum, hm?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cry out, not even caring how pitiful you look at this point. “Want it so badly.”

Your desperation snaps the cord inside of him and he spills every last drop into you. You whimper at the warm feeling, some of his cum starting to drip out and coat the inside of your thighs. You both attempt to catch your breaths, your legs feeling like jelly.

You’re about to move away from him until Xiaojun keeps you pinned to the window, stopping you from leaving.

“W-What are y-you doing?” You ask, still out of breath from the fucking you just received.

“I don’t think that was the one,” he muses, eyes locked on where you two are intertwined. He offers an experimental thrust that has you scrambling.

“No, no,” you sniffle, trying to move away from him again. “I can’t, I can’t.”

“I think you can,” he chuckles, enjoying the way your cunt wraps so nicely around his cock. “And you will. Haven’t gotten you pregnant yet, little one.”

You spend hours fucking like bunnies with Xiaojun taking you on almost every surface of his apartment. You don’t even care that you’re impregnated, allowing him to use you in any way he pleases while the sun falls under the skyline.

Your pride didn’t matter that much anyways.

#nct smut #wayv smut #xiaojun #xiaojun smut

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"Us together on a Ferris wheel that is stuck with us being on the top. The management couldn't do anything and we are stuck there for sometime now. You have acrophobia and in order to avoid any mishap you haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. Now, you stomach is full on growling with continuous hunger pangs.

You beg to rub your stomach and when I hit the right spot I couldn't help myself and create a full blown stomachache for you.

Your tummy is really hurting now and you beg me to apply pressure. You're well aware about my fascination and let me have my way it it. But I lost control and now I'm full on probing your stomach disregarding your attempt to stop me."

There’s the construction crane…wait…what direction was it pointed at from our house? What orientation would it be relative to the event grounds…it was slightly to the left from the living room…it’s facing to my right from this angle…so…is it even the same crane? ARGH! Ugh…

I clutch my stomach as a pitiful burble vibrates in the upper left quadrant, rattling against my ribs. Vertigo tickles at the back of my skull, dangerously close to triggering the sensation of nausea that usually hits slightly lower down. Queasiness is already in full swing under my palm, and I can’t seem to muster the pressure to squeeze it out of my guts. I close my eyes, desperately trying to slow my rapidly increasing heartrate as I feel what’s below me sway from the very slight movement of me leaning back in my seat.

“…dumb idea…” I fail to bite back my words.

“Hm? You say something, Sweetheart?” You look up from your phone where you’ve been nonchalantly texting some friends, maybe updating your status to ‘Stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel--#romantic’ or something. Unlike me, you’re actually enjoying this.

Our city decided to put on a winter-time fair, complete with rides and everything. We came to the event to see the Christmas light decorations and attractions. Well, I came for the lights; you came because you heard they brought in a Ferris wheel. A really, really big Ferris wheel.

The health crisis kind of shot down traditional ‘romance’, the kind of thing that you craved. Dining-in at a place with non-disposable cutlery, having our hands brush up against each other in a container of overpriced popcorn, or just getting out and doing something together. A lot of places have been closed for the last two years and even without that it was hard enough to get me to agree to go anywhere. Sharing a blanket as we watch a totally-not-romantic movie at home is basically my go-to idea of a ‘date’. I agreed to come out tonight because you lit up at the opportunity to go to an event and have a “proper” date. The Ferris Wheel had me on edge though.

I’ve never ridden on a Ferris Wheel before. I’ve got a few phobias, but I wouldn’t count acrophobia among them. I just get really uncomfortable with heights or with see-through flooring. I get a little disoriented. My brain sees the thing and then fills in the sensation of falling, of having the ground beneath me disappear. It’s like that movie where the feeling of falling is supposed to be a sure-fire way to wake someone up…I get that imbalanced feeling whenever I’m high up or when the thing I’m supposed to be standing on isn’t as sturdy as I want it to be or when the railings are too low to be up to code.

A small part of me was hoping that we’d miss the last ride. You had your heart set on getting on the thing as part of the last ride of the night for the best ‘romantic’ atmosphere. The health crisis, busy schedules, and my guilt over my aromantic tendencies caused me to cave and agree to pre-purchasing tickets for the last ride.

I like how Christmas lights look so stunning in the dark. I like how the little pinpricks and tiny bulbs shine brighter than neon signs in the dark. You told me that getting to the top of the Ferris wheel would turn the entire city into a grand light display. The idea of witnessing that kind of thing is the only reason I didn’t bolt when we got in line for the Ferris wheel. I wanted to see our city as a sea of lights. Stupid, in hindsight. I’ve seen lit-up cityscapes in pictures. I’ve witnessed them while on buses between towns.

The idea of being disoriented, of my brain filling in the feeling of falling and leaving my stomach contents behind made me nervous. I didn’t want my brain tricking me into losing my dinner in front of you—this is supposed to be a date and all. So…yeah…I kind of skipped dinner…and lunch…and breakfast…and dinner the night before. I don’t even remember if I ate lunch yesterday. You had a closing shift yesterday and cooking for one wasn’t too enticing for me and I think I got absorbed in a hobby or whatever so that’s what happened to yesterday’s dinner. My alarm didn’t go off this morning, so I was rushing to make bus transfers rather than hunting down breakfast in the morning. We were busy at work, and I had the looming threat of the Ferris wheel to look forward to tonight, so I opted to skip lunch too. Our original plans had us going out to grab dinner before heading out to see the lights. I’d planned to maybe eat something light because my stomach was pretty achingly empty by lunch, but a coworker failed to come in, resulting in me agreeing to stay for an extra couple of hours until the boss could find a replacement.

I squeeze my eyes shut as my tummy rumbles angrily. I rub gently over my shirt, but the sensation seems to just wake my stomach up even more and I bite back a groan. Vertigo and nausea are still warring at the back of my head, but hunger has dealt a KO to queasiness in my guts…for now. I’m hungry. No. I’m beyond hungry. It feels like my stomach is twisting itself into knots, trying to take a bite out of itself in an effort to get something to digest into it.

GrrRRlll..rrrr…grk…

I curse under my breath. The hunger pangs are really intense and in my starved state I don’t have the strength to give myself a good massage. I’ve been feeling a bit faint since we got to this event. My body’s running low on energy. The lights were kind of blurry to me while we walked around. The hunger pangs had subsided (thankfully) while we were walking with just the occasional quiet rumble muffled by the warm layers of coats and clothing I have on.

I was staring out into the distance as our capsule slowly made its way up, higher and higher. I got on this thing to see the cityscape lit up before me like some huge birthday candle array and I wasn’t going to miss my chance to see it. Also, staring into the distance kept the uncomfortable disorientation at bay. The view of the horizon doesn’t change all that much, while closer landmarks would surely intensify the vertigo. As our pod rose, steadily, so too did the discomfort in my belly. The cramps were gnawing and chomping at the bit, preparing to snarl and embarrass me in front of you and ruin the moment.

That’s when it happened. With a massive jolt, our capsule just stopped. We were tossed around in our pod, like dice in a cup before everything just stopped. The jarring movement had sent you barreling into me, and your palm had buried itself painfully into my midriff. That set the hounds of hell loose in my guts and I’ve been fighting the hunger pangs ever since, digging my fingers into my tender tummy whenever I could feel a cramp building to a head. I’ve been disarming the growls amazingly well for the last ten minutes or so. Silver lining: the task of hiding my angry tummy has distracted me from the creeping vertigo of being over two hundred feet in the air, swaying in a pod of welded-together sheet metal.

Your sharp gaze snaps to my midriff. Screw it. Abandoning the pretense, I finally give into my body’s desires, and I curl up on my seat, opposite yours, bringing my knees up and sandwiching my arms over my achingly empty tummy. I lean to the side, resting my head against the cool metal of the side of the cart. The pod sways at my movements and I bite back another groan. It’s a good thing I’m so empty because I’m pretty sure I’d have thrown up when the ride came to such a jarring stop. Nausea is putting up a really nasty fight with vertigo in my head and it’s only a matter of time before the two of them decide to join forces to make me heave. Hunger has won the battle in my guts and queasiness is down, but not out. Once the hunger pang passes, I’m sure I’ll be back to feeling queasy too. As much as the hunger pangs hurt, I’m not looking forward to feeling nauseous and queasy on an empty stomach. Once we get off this ride, I’m going to hunt down something to cram into my belly to shut it up. Yeah, I’m tired from the unexpectedly long shift at work and all, but damnit I’m hungry and I want food!

The pod sways again and I groan, wondering if strong winds are the cause.

“Babe? You okay?” Nope—it was you, getting up from your side and walking over to my side of the gondola. The pod tips slightly as you sit down, and I swallow a puff of air from my stomach clenching in a non-productive heave. Unbidden, I let out a whine as my stomach cramps like a vice. I feel miserable.

Your hand tentatively reaches out, resting on my elbow and creeping forward steadily. Your slender arm acts like a shiv, getting between my knees and my arm and forcing me to uncurl slightly.

“Sweetie, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Your other hand has gone to my shoulder, trying to coax me out of my curled-up position.

“Unngh…urgh…h-hungry…” I moan and curl up tighter as my stomach clenches yet again. With our proximity, you finally hear the growl tear through my insides. A swell of pity wells up in you.

“Oh…oh, Honey.” You coo at me, pulling me away from my almost laying down position so that I’m now leaning against you. Your left arm goes across my back to rest on the far side of my waist and your right pries my arms away from my stomach, pushing incessantly against my thighs to lower my legs back down to try to make me more comfortable.

“Did they do that thing again where they scheduled your lunch break too early in your shift? You did take on those extra hours today.”

“Ah…uhm…n-no…” I look away from your gaze, suddenly sheepish. I rub at my belly again, hand worming between two of the buttons on my coat. I’d long since pulled the zipper down on my hoodie underneath, allowing me to rub at my stomach over my T-shirt. The lack of calories is making it hard for me to regulate my body temperature. My extremities are very cold and even with all those layers of clothing I feel like my core is quickly losing heat. It’s uncomfortable. “I…I kinda…s-skipped lunch…?” I shrink under your gaze. You’ve already put it together, knowing that I skipped breakfast too and that there wasn’t any evidence of me having eaten the night before either. Your frown tells me everything.

Body image and food/calories have been a bit of a problem for me all my life. We both love tummy-kink and indulge a few times a month. To circumvent the nastiness of eating problems we’ve got a hard rule about intentional fasting. We usually reserve it for days off when we can fully indulge in our fun side. Choosing to skip lunch on a non-kink day is a big no-no for us. You know I packed a lunch today, so the skip had to be intentional.

Grrrk…grrblrr…

My belly rumbles between us, almost like the awkward tumbleweed in old Western films. It breaks the silence and the awkward tension between us though. I shrink back into myself, curling up as best I can against the building clenching of my guts. I whine against it as the cramp intensifies beyond what I thought was the peak. My own hands fail to provide comfort. This cramp goes pretty deep, and I swear I can feel it by my spine. No matter how hard I try, my prodding fingers don’t provide any relief. In an instant, I’ve snatched your hand and have pulled it into the folds of my jacket. I press your palm against my belly, reveling in the slight warmth your hand provides.

You feel my stomach quaking beneath your palm as a result of the massive, empty rumbles resounding throughout. Quickly, you find the epicenter of the latest growl and prod deeply with two fingers. A whimper builds in my throat but my grip on your wrist pushes your hand deeper. You can feel the warm squishiness of my organs around your fingers, the differences in firmness giving you an idea of the edges of different organs. We wait out the hunger pang. You can tell when it begins to ebb, both from the easing beneath your fingertips, jabbed so deeply into me that it must hurt, and from the way my body unclenches. The sharp growl ends in a pitiful rumble that goes on for a few seconds. Migrating air bubbles send the sound churning around my abdomen until it tapers off somewhere. You pull your arm back as my grip on your wrist relaxes and I pout at the loss.

“Uhm…uh…c-could you…couldyourubmytummy?” I say the words in a rush, my face coloring. You know exactly what I asked but you can’t help but want to tease me just a little.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

I take a deep breath, wincing as the intake of air causes my stomach to spasm again.

“M-My tummy really hurts. I’m so…so empty. C-Could you p-please rub my tummy for me?” I tug at your wrist, trying to bring your hand back to its rightful place over my sore guts.

You smirk and move your hand on your own, but you don’t slide it back into my coat.

Pop…pop…pop.

You undo the buttons on my coat, starting from the bottom and moving up. You pull my coat open once the buttons are undone, revealing the partially unzipped hoodie. The temperature difference causes my stomach to spasm, and you make quick work of the zipper, pressing your palm firmly over the thin T-shirt hiding my tender, chilly midriff. You run your hand all over my belly, sliding your hands under my loose waistband and mapping out my starved guts. I haven’t allowed myself to get quite this empty in a long time and you’re having fun getting reacquainted even as I wince and groan as a result of your ministrations.

Without the muffling properties of my layers of clothes the growls are quite loud now. The sheet-metal of our small capsule creates an acoustic phenomenon that’s music to your ears as the growls ricochet off the metal and back to us. I whimper and shiver and squirm in your arms, fighting to pull my coat closed to trap as much warm air as I can. The movement of your arm prevents my coat from staying closed for long and any residual trapped heat quickly disappears. My only source of warmth now comes from you.

Your barely-there rubs across my tummy have caused my loose T-shirt to ride up, exposing my bare stomach to the elements. You’re transfixed, watching my abdominals contracting against the cold, twitching like I’ve been attached to a live wire. It’s adorable to you and it stirs your sadistic side.

I bite my lip and buck up a bit, trying to get more pressure and warmth to my gut. You’re leaning over me, and my hands are trapped at my sides in this position.

“C-Cold! B-Babe, i-it’s c-c-cold.” I whine as my stomach continues to convulse, much to your delight. In my starved state each muscle spasm is clearly visible and it’s like my midriff is dancing before your very eyes. You trail your fingers across it, barely touching it, walking two fingers over my bare stomach like some ballerina hand-puppet. All the while my stomach quakes from chills and the growls going off like pop-rocks throughout my digestive tract. I’m utterly empty right now and it shows.

The chill sets in, awakening a new sensation in my guts. Being achingly empty and chilly has mixed into a foreign ache that I’m having a hard time placing. My stomach is starting to hurt. There’s the ache from my muscles getting tired from being torn up in all the cramps, the gnawing hollow ache from being hungry, but I’m starting to feel a dull, throbbing pain in my organs. I wince, whining against the new sensation. My tummy continues to rumble, but nothing like the really loud one that caused me to ask for belly rubs. You look up, your attention broken by the pained whimpers I’m making. You lay your palm over my belly, providing some of the pressure I’ve been desperately seeking.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

“N-Nnno…” I slur out while still biting back my cries of pain. “Hurts…s-s-stomach…h-hurts…” My teeth chatter. I’m so cold. “I-I…’m g-getting a-a stomach a-ache.” I squirm beneath you, not liking the building ache in my guts at all. A bubble of air squeezes passed all the clenched muscles and I let out a barely noticeable burp of empty air. My guts grumble at the loss.

You pull my shirt back over to cover up my belly and run your palm over the smooth surface, providing me with a little bit of warmth. You’re basically straddling me at this point.

“Sweetie, what color? Tell me honestly, do you want to stop?” We use the traffic light system often in our adventures and explorations. Red means ‘stop immediately’, yellow means ‘slow down’ or ‘continue…but with conditions/in a different direction’ something of the like, ‘green’ means all good and go ahead.

I think for a minute, the cold making it really hard to concentrate. I focus on your warm hand over my shirt. We’ll probably be up here for however long it takes them to fix the ride. What we’ve been doing has been a stellar distraction from the disorientation of being so high up. I’m starving, cold, and my stomach is starting to ache in earnest…but I don’t feel like I’m falling. Actually, lying here has made the vertigo almost completely disappear. My view out the windows at this angle just shows me the sheer black of the sky. I can almost pretend we’re getting frisky in the back seat of a car or something rather than hundreds of feet off the ground.

“Y-Yellow. I-I’m really c-cold. C-Cont-tinue…b-but…c-coat…warm…d-don’t want…d-don’t like…tummy ache…” I’m having trouble putting my desires into words, but thankfully, you get the picture.

You tug my coat back together, buttoning the buttons back together. You push the bulk of my infinity scarf into my coat, sealing in the warmth around my chest and neck. I expect you to get off me and allow me to sit up, but you do not. You use your hand to push my shoulder back down against the hard seat, the other slides in from the side, slipping between the buttons on my coat. You rub and prod at my tummy over my shirt from that position. I lie back again, closing my eyes against another building hunger pang. As it builds, you lie down over me, resting an ear directly over the epicenter of the building hunger pang over my thick coat. The hand buried in my coat doesn’t stop moving, prodding and probing at my belly and applying varying increments of pressure. Your intent being to churn up my guts and see how intense you can make my hunger pangs. In my starved state, I can’t actually push you off of me. Not that I’d want to. You’re warm and your familiar weight pressing down against me grounds me. An odd thing to say when we’re over two hundred feet above ground, but you get the idea. We have our safewords and the traffic-light system. We’ll be alright.\

Your palm presses deeply into the middle of my stomach as another large rumble starts to make my insides quake. Another puff of empty air is squeezed out of my guts by your hand. This one’s larger and slightly audible, drawing a sharp little ‘urp’ sound from my throat. I whimper after it, my throat hurting from the air pocket being so rudely forced upwards.

“Aww…well, you can’t be that empty if you’re burping,” You tease, your hand continuing to swirl slow circles over my still-quaking guts. “My, my, I wonder what’s in here. What could be making this cute little tummy so vocal?”

Pat, pat. A hollow thumping slap sounds from the impacts of you patting my sore stomach delicately—almost patronizingly.

A cramp builds, stuck at its apex. I bite back a grunt and wrestle your hand over to the cramping area. You’ve been intentionally avoiding that part of my belly, knowing that eventually your actions would create something intense over there.

“Press here—ah!—p-please!” I whine against the tightness of the cramp. It feels like it got stuck, like it’s a growl that wants to rip through my guts, but it’s just stuck. You smirk devilishly and move your hand away from the area, prodding at a smaller bubble of air diagonally across from where I so desperately crave some pressure. You chase the air bubble over, knowing that it’ll find its way over to the stuck cramp and add to the agony.

This edging goes on for a while, with you dancing your fingers lightly over the cramp but never pressing down on it. Eventually, you decide to grant me some relief. Using two fingers, you prod sharply into the cramp, causing me to let out an exclamation that’s drowned out by the long and painfully loud rumble that rips through the air. You don’t relent, pressing your fingers in deep and firmly as the growl forces its way around your invasive fingers. You’re definitely going to leave a bruise there.

My stomach throbs, though not from your actions. I guess the chill did its damage. I’m empty, in the middle of a nasty bought of hunger pangs that you’ve got no intention of letting pass, and I’ve got a stomach ache too on top of all that.

“Urgh…you’re buying me a burger or something on the way home.” I mutter, resigning myself to letting you have your fun. Honestly, I’m not even sure if I want to eat anymore tonight. I can tell that the new aches in my stomach aren’t a result of being hungry or your rough treatment. My intestines are reacting badly to the chill, twitching and twisting every which-way. If it’s still like this when I finally have an opportunity to eat, then it’s probably going to result in a nasty upset as my intestines fail to move anything along. On top of all that, the only food-places open at this hour are going to be fast-food. Past experience has taught me that breaking my fast on heavily processed, greasy, low-brow fast food often results in a really bad time for my guts. Still, the thought of food—any food—right now stirs a new hunger pang to life. The cramp builds quickly, surprising you as you feel my abdominals tense rapidly against your prodding fingers. It all comes to a head in a near-deafening growl.

You smile, continuing to poke and prod at my belly even as the growl echoes around us. A finger slips during one of your jabs, nailing the sensitive nerve at the base of my navel. I bite back a cry as it triggers another hefty growl before the last one had a chance to end. My digestive tract quakes and something sour stirs as gastric juices begin to secrete from various organs. My stomach burns, accumulating acid with absolutely nothing to dissolve in it. You kick your legs happily behind you, the very picture of a child entranced with a new toy. You hear it when the empty rumbles begin to get laced with some wet squelches, a sure sign that the acid levels in my stomach are rising. Finally, something other than empty air to push around my guts. The idea excites you, like discovering another level in a video game or finding out that your new item of clothing has real pockets. I lie there, letting you do as you will. I guess our first true date night in almost two years is a success: you’re happy.

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