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tender-rosiey · 9 months

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Hello there! If it's not a bother,i wanted to request Chuuya,Kunikida and Akutagawa getting into a fight for us and the reader's reaction? the other person might have badmouthed the reader and that caused the character to get into a fight with them. Thank you!! <33

“WATCH YOUR MOUTH”

— dazai, kunikida, chuuya, and akutagawa fighting someone who badmouthed you

a/n: also especially posted for @dazaiaiko cause it has been while since I uploaded something bsd related

DAZAI OSAMU:

"hello there!" dazai greets as he enters the bar. he, with a birth smile, takes a seat at the table with two men, "pleasure seeing you here."

one of them snaps at him, "the hell is your business here, kid?"

he waves his hands in innocence, "hey now, no need to be so aggressive! I just came to have a pleasant chat with you guys about something...rather personal."

"it just so happens," dazai continues, interrupting the man's response, "that you've badmouthed my dear lover," he closes his eyes as he smiles, "that isn't something I am fond of."

the man laughs, "so you here to pick a fight, ay?" the man tries to get up but is hindered by something rather painful. namely a knife grazing his thigh.

"don't cause a scene now; I would hate having to clean up after your mess."

the man frantically nods. dazai then retracts his knife, nestling it safely in his pocket.

he simply thinks that no one should be allowed to treat you like that so this should act as a warning. that if he ever tried insulting you again, there will be consequences.

dazai laughs, "that's good to hear!" he stands up, dusting his brown coat, and heads to the door, "hopefully we don't meet again...for your sake."

soon, he is at your door with a bouquet of flowers. the moment you open the door, you're greeted by his beaming smile, "hello, belladonna! you look as lovely as usual!"

you roll your eyes, leaning on the door, "what has brought you here, 'samu?"

"my heart simply yearned for one y/n l/n," he hums and you chuckle.

you take the bouquet with a grateful smile, "I think you just came for the crab salad I made."

he presses a kiss to your cheek before letting himself in, "that is merely an added bonus, my dear," his arm wraps around your waste, "I am here for you, you should know that."

"I also know that you went to the bar to threaten that one guy."

he pauses, "...really?"

"mhm."

"darn."

KUNIKIDA DOPPO:

to unwind, you deicided to take your husband on a date to the cafe under the agency. you were having a good time in general, but kunikida couldn't help but notice the people in the adjacent table talk about you.

"what's wrong, doppo?" you ask, your hand resting on his own.

he looks up at you with a smile, gently squeezing your hand, "it's nothing; don't worry about it."

you smile and continue on your conversation. all seems to be normal but then kunikida hears something that he simply can't let go.

he abruptly gets up and headed towards their table. he towers over them as he asks, “do you have any business with us?”

they exchange looks with each other before one of them speaks up, “well—“

“then I would appreciate you if you keep quiet.”

they quickly shut their mouth and before kunikida turns back to walk to you, he looks down at them and says, “let’s keep things civil for your sakes.”

the men don't let the threat slide and one of them tries attacking kunikida. he swiftly dodges and grabs him by the collar, pushing him to a nearby wall, "surely what I said was easy enough for you to understand."

the guy, terrified, nods quickly and kunikida releases him, letting him fall to the ground. the guy scrambles to his feet and his friend soon follows suit.

kunikida pushes his glasses up with a sigh before he turns to you, "sorry for my reaction, but—"

he stops in his tracks when he sees you looking at him in awe and with a silly little smile on your face, "aww, you love me!"

he looks at you, confused, "of course, I do."

you tackle him in a hug that he doesn't hesitate to recporicate, albeit with a hushed whisper, "y/n, pda is unacceptable!"

you press a kiss to his cheek and he quickly shuts up. y/n used kisses: very effective!

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

you and your husband were walking the streets, jumping from shop to shop. of course, it was fun and it helped that your husband is very engaging and tells you what he thinks and genuinely suggests outfits.

you stopped at a particular shop, though it was one that you already had something in mind to get.

so chuuya left you to your own devices, but as he was chilling, he overhead people talking about you in a rather unpleasant manner.

so he went to you, pressing a kiss on your cheek and telling you he had to quickly check something, then he followed them outside the shop.

because of their wonderful luck, they enter an alleyway. chuuya smirks before going in after them but they have yet to notice him til he speaks, "what do we have here?"

they snap their heads towards him. one of them snarls at him, "the hell you want?!" and chuuya's eyebrows furrow.

"I will just teach you a lesson," he smirks before slamming the guy's head to the wall. the other one sees the scene unfold and attempts to run away. chuuya doesn't let him get far.

soon, they are both beaten to a pulp and chuuya dusts his hand.

one thing that chuuya likes to remind people is to never badmouth you.

alas, some are simply unfortunate.

so with his head high and chest puffed out, he heads back to the shop.

though, he is met by a very angry you who grumbles, "nakahara chuuya."

he tenses up and smiles at you, "heyyyy babe, how was it?"

"what did I say about beating people up?"

the disappointment in your eyes hits him hard then he frowns, slightly blushing, "listen, they should know better than to speak about you like that."

you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. what's done is done and you can't change anything. you also can't complain about having a husband who always has your back.

"won't tell me I am your strong husband at least?"

locking arms with him, you roll your eyes, "you're my 'strong' and 'handsome' husband."

he laughs before nudging you lightly with his elbow, "now what shop do you wanna go to?"

AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE:

a normal evening: you were chilling on your couch, scrolling through your phone.

you didn't think that anyone would show up at this late hour. and even if they did, one expects a delivery man to come knocking on their door, not their nationally feared boyfriend injured and using the door for support.

thankfully though, he isn't in a terrible shape, but he has sustained quite the injury, if the stagger in his step is anything to go by.

"ryu!" you gasp as you run to steady him, "what happened?"

you gently lead him to the couch where he finally sits down, letting a tired sigh. he avoids your eyes for a moment before speaking up, "just had a fight with some people."

you frown, inspecting his injuries, "what did they do? anything related to the mafia?"

he shakes his head as he watches you get the bandages and whatnot. you settle in front of him and he hesitantly shows you the injury. your eyes brim with worry and you instantly start tending to them.

after a couple of moments, his hand moves to rest on your head, "they were...badmouthing you."

you freeze and look up at him. he frowns, a little defensive, "what? I hate anyone who talks you down."

a small laugh escapes your lips as you press a kiss to his cheek, "what did I say about getting into unnecessary fights?" you hum and almost coo at his blushing face.

he averts his eyes and grumbles, "that was very much necessary."

"you could've just ignored them," you quirk an eyebrow at him and he ignores your reprimanding, firmly believing that fighting for your honor is worth every injury he could've gotten.

you cup his face, "ryu," you caress his cheek and he grumbles making you giggle before continuing, "I just don't want you to get hurt even for me."

he sighs with a small nod. his shoulders relax upon seeing your smile, though he avoids telling you that he will, without hesitation, get in another fight just for you.

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thecoffeelorian · 23 days

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And now, for something slightly different...

Hello again, everyone...

...Okay, gang...before we get started here, there's something I think I need to confess here first.

I don't know how in the world I'm supposed to feel about this show any more.

I mean...in the beginning, I thought their arc was clear as a bell: start removing every single darned inhibitor chip they could find, start the evac efforts to an Outer Rim planet, and then start rebuilding new lives, the end.

Instead, it's turned into what looks like a never-ending negative feedback loop: don't lift a finger to rescue a certain person; get told to give a darn about said person by the child character; finally act on the child's orders...but then as a creepy consequence for giving a darn at all, the title squad/'family'(?) starts watching its members not rethink one side of an ideological/psychological divide and leave them; not give up completely on rescuing Troopers/join the Margaritaville Society and leave them; not remember that there are human weight-bearing birds on a certain mountain planet and leave them; finally agree to be caught by the Empire in order to locate Mount Tantiss and leave them...and oh yes, let's add a 'Will They Kill A Brother/Won't They Kill A Brother' game to the mix, if things weren't totally weird enough...I mean, all right, already.

If this show WASN'T about having all six title characters come back together as a true family on an asylum planet, what IS happening here?

How in the world am I expected to respond to repetitive, exhausting moments of disaster and family splintering when for three whole years, I was endlessly told that there was NO disaster, that this was the PERFECT family, that they would NEVER end up shedding members one by one, etc...and...everything that the big-name fans and fandom influencers said WOULDN'T happen IS, in fact, happening right this very minute.

In other words, the squad and family keeps on disintegrating a little bit more with each new season, and I'm left thinking the same thing a few of you must have thought at least once.

Why am I here?

Is it because I'm studying this series as a whole like a certain Chiss studies art, and searching for all of its strengths and weaknesses in order to better improve my own writing? Is it for the sake of wishing to learn how to draw better, and practicing the craft in the safety of something familiar? Or, am I instead becoming some manner of corporate counter-revolutionary, and taking up fanworks as my mode of protest against stories that revolve more around too-short moments of cuteness and horror, sometimes solely for shock value alone...?

I'm afraid I can't answer questions like these just yet, no, not even to myself. I can only read and write and pretty much grieve everything that these episodes/seasons were supposed to be...yet for Force knows what reason, keep getting relegated to the same few plot points over and over again while expecting different results. I can only hope that there's some eventual breakthrough to make it all worth it in the end, if only to rid myself of the thought that this could be the very first bit of Nihilist media in the fandom.

Anyway...*deep breath* Now that I've given you my two cents on this issue...let's get right to my picks of the week, which, thanks to the return of a very interesting sister, I'm unofficially titling this as:

THE DATHOMIR EDITION

The Bad Batch Fan Art

Captain Howzer by @thespianwtch.

She Is Mommy by @anko-art.

Star Wars Rebels Fan Art

Alexsandr Kallus by @ghosty-blues1.

The Bad Batch Fan Fiction

You know, brother by whiteaxolotl

Fight Like Brothers Do by AgentMaryMargaretSkitz

deprogramming by vicious_creature

Whatever Is Necessary by ChopSyndulla

Domiciles by Polyphonic_Garden

Star Wars Sapphic Week, Day 5--Sparring by @violetjedisylveon

Serpent's Kiss by mediumsweet

Not A Soldier by TigerTheSpahget

Star Wars Sequels Fanfiction

What We Do In The Resistance by AgentMaryMargaretSkitz

And now, I'd like to put in a small advertisement, if only to bring more attention to an up-and-coming artist: @ve-ti-ver has started up their own Patreon page, available at this link . So, if you'd like to support them, please feel free to visit their page.

Finally, yes, you probably all know the drill by now...but just in case you need a reminder, here we go: Please give this post a like and a reblog, so that we can pass this post around the Internet and back!

This Week's No Pressure Tags Go Out To: @sharpasanaro @bananasugarwarrior @lazyprofessorpursesalad @callsign-denmark @melymigo @yeehawgeek @littlefeatherr @anko-art @guppyfreedom @giraffedragon-universe @clonebrainrot @gun-roswell @omglisalithium @falconfeather23435 @uuurgh @simply92-me @skellymom @metalatl @dathomirdumpsterfire @kuraiummei @thedynamicworm @ur-pal-ari @advisorsnips @groguandthebadbatch @lee-lee-la @themightychipmunk42 @random-chaotic-bitch @wastingstarsss @flyiingsly @ilovemedia @talesfrommedinastation @swarovski-yoda and anyone else who might be interested in catching more fanart and fanfictions.

Thank you, good afternoon, good luck, and...

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the-zoro-project · 1 year

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East Blue change log

Along with fixing all Zolo’s, here are the additional changes made in the East Blue Saga:

Changing all instances of ‘grog’ to either ‘sake’ or ‘alcohol’

Slightly less pirate-speak Red Hair pirates

altered scenes with the sentence ‘fruit of the gum-gum tree’

Altered instances where Nami and Kaya said ‘Phooey’

Changed most instances of ‘darn’ to ‘damn’

changing Sanji’s (and Zeff’s) ‘crap’ insults to ‘shitty’

changed ‘Red Shoes’ Zeff to ‘Red Leg’ Zeff

Bringing back Arlong’s iconic “sha ha ha” laugh

edited instances where bellemere is called a ‘fighting solider’ to ‘marine’

Changed ‘Roguetown’ to ‘LogueTown’

#one piece #the zoro project #change log #east blue saga

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princess-ibri · 1 year

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Disney Rumpelstiltskin Part 3

(Thanks for your patience! Sorry it took so darn long, I got stuck on the ending, and didn't want to give up until I had figured it out. Its still a bit rough, it started to get rather complex with my larger DisneyVerse creeping in, but I hope it satisfies! )

So the Imp has come back to make good on Corinne’s last, unsettled payment she owns him, and of course he drops the bomb that he wants her baby daughter, which Corinne of course is not in anyway cool about.

It’s at this point that he reveals that all the other things he had her give up where tests to see just how far she was willing to go, giving up her mother’s treasured necklace, Henri’s ring, symbols of Love being more important then power and prestige. He’d had an eye on her for a while, and these tests were to see if she has the potential in her for for Dark Sorceress material and surprise —She totally does!

And she can’t really get on in moving up the Dark Sorceress ladder if she has a baby holding her back, so if she’ll just dump the kid for him to dispose of then she can come with him and get on with growing her dark magical powers, maybe even eventually elevating herself to the throne—

At which point Corinne cuts him off and declares she doesn’t want that at all! She just wants to live peacefully with Henri and their baby, she’s happy with the luck she’s had and doesn’t want more power, doesn’t want to be like the people she’s seen in Dior’s court, constantly scheming and backstabbing and never being actually happy.

The Imp’s face falls, golden eyes flashing with disappointment—and anger. Fine, if that’s how she feels, then she doesn’t have to join him in creating magical chaos. He’ll just keep to the original deal and take the baby, and she can stay and be happy with her boring human husband. They can always have another brat anyway right? If Henri still wants her after finding out she tradded their child to get where she is. She really should have read the fine print on that first bargin the made. But the Imp considers himself a merciful being, he’ll give her three days to think it over and change her mind

Left alone and horrified at the realization of all she has to lose, her family, her humanity, Corinne comes to a decision—to tell her Henri the truth and hope he can forgive her and help her save their child, for the baby’s sake if not for hers if he finds he can’t love her anymore.

But of course he can, he’s always been the best of the people in the court, and he’s not about to lose his beloved wife and child without a fight. The Imp said she had magic, powerful magic of her own. Couldn’t they use that magic to find a way to stop him?

And Corinne starts to feel hope. There's something in that. She might not be powerful enough to go toe to toe with the Imp, but if she could find a way to go around him? Find a weakness of his? She clutches a handful of star, the thing that had started this all off, and summons the magic to her, focusing on what the Imp had taught her into bringing it to the surface. A ball of gold begins to form, a string coming loose and shooting out the door, slithering off into the darkness. Hesitanting only as long as it takes to grab a weapon, the couple join hands and race after it, two Theseus's pursuing the Minator into the labyrinth...

They find their way to strange tumbled down structure in the middle of the forest. It looks abandoned enough, but both know looks can be decieving. They cautiously enter the ruin-- but not cautiously enough it seems. A dizzing burst of light explodes around them, and when they can see again, the Imp sits before them, chuckling darkly.

"What, did you expect to sneak up and find me dancing around the fire singing my True Name? "

Instantly the two find themselves bound by the very thread they'd followed, as the Imp continues to gloat and heckle them. Rage builds up inside Corinne, the same anger she's felt from feeling the neglect of her father, the contempt of the village and Dior and his court. And with the rage comes an idea. What had the Imp said about dancing about and...

"I want to make a new Deal" Corinne says sharply, cutting off the Imp mid taunt.

"Oh? And what is it you could possibly offer me now Dearie? Ready to join me and leave the little people and their little minds behind after all are you?"

"No, I still want to stay with Henri and my baby"

"Then I'm afraid you've nothing I want"

"I think I do..." Corinne whispers, taking hold of the thread of gold that binds her, the thread she herself had conjoured, meant to lead her to find a way to undo this creatures hold on her.

"I'm offering you my Magic"

The Imp's eyes blaze, despite his effort to appear as calm and unruffled as usual, and Corinne can see she's struck gold. "You said I've the potential for great power. I'm offering you that in exchange for leaving me and my husband and child in peace together, free from any harm or machinations you or yours might try. If you promise to leave us be, you may take my magic for yourself"

She twists the cord in her hand, and it shifts into a shining contract and quill, ready to be signed.

"Sign here, and all that potential, all that power is yours"

The Imp hesitates only a moment, greed winning out over caution, seeming not to notice the golden tendrils that flicker along the edges of the quill and contract and loop back into the coil still holding Henri trapped. With a grin of wicked glee he signs the contract with a flourish--

There's a crackle like lightning in the air, and now it's Corinne's turn to smile as the tendrils linking the quill and contract she'd conjured shine with power, looping around herself and the Imp and Henri--and the iron dagger Henri holds in his hand, the dagger that now bears the True Name of the Imp, "Rumplestiltskin"

"A little something for insurance" Corinne says, smirking at the wide eyed Rumplestiltskin. "Iron cannot be touched by the Fay, and so this name can never be erased. If you ever try to break this contract, or if you ever try to touch me, my husband or child again, this dagger will be your undoing. You really should have read the fine print"

For a moment there's an unbearable tension, and then Rumplestiltskin laughs, darkly, wildly. "Oh well played Dearie, well played. Well far be it from me to break the bounds of a contract. I'll be on my way then, but remember--all magic comes with a price. You've paid for our original contract with yours, but you've made a powerful enemy as well. I may not be able to harm you three, but I hope you don't plan on having any other children anytime soon. Enjoy your Happily Ever After while it lasts..."

And then with another flash, he's gone.

And they do enjoy it. They raise their daughter and begin to grow old together, and while there is some sadness that they can not risk having another child, they find that their daughter Regine is enough for them. And for several years all is well.

What happens after that is another story...

Background Bonus Stuff:

Why does Rumplestiltskin deal in babies in the DisneyVerse? Well, long ago a prophecy was made that a Child born of Common Blood raised Royal would be the undoing of the Demon Queen and all her ilk, from whom Rumplestiltskin was of the lineage. He and his family took this to mean a child born from a commoner and a royal. So anytime there's such a child one of them pops up to try and prevent the child from reaching their full potential, influencing events either directly or from the shadows.

Rumplestiltskin prefers corruption over destruction, and turns the children he takes into people unfit to combat the forces of evil, if he cannot turn them fully. All information our couple could have learned if they'd bothered to ask the young woman he'd delivered to be Dior's wife...

(A certain magic mirror that holds the soul of Rumplestiltskin's father tried to help a vain queen destroy a beautiful dark haired princess several centuries ago, and will pop up again to give two sisters in a frozen kingdom some trouble in a few centuries to come. )

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littlemisssquiggles · 10 months

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So clips of the new Miraculous: Ladybug and Cat Noir: The Movie that’s scheduled to come out soon has been trending on my Twitter feed for the past few days and I gotta say this.

I feel like Miraculous is gonna have the reverse effect to what happened with the Tales of Arcadia trilogy.

With Tales of Arcadia, it had a banger animated series with a nearly flawless story that spanned three epic shows; each equally great and enjoyable to watch but ultimately had a dog shit movie that united all TOA fans in denying this film's very existence cause it essentially killed the entire franchise for folks.

(Seriously, till this day, I don’t think I’ve met any TOA fan who genuinely thought the Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans film was good. NO ONE LIKED THIS MOVIE...PARTICULARLY AFTER THE ENDING)

But for Miraculous, with what I saw, it's looking to have a banger animated film that, for a moment, will make bitter oldie fans like myself forget about the disappointing mess the animated series spiraled into ESPECIALLY after S3.

Talking personally, I feel like the ML Movie might just rekindle my love for ML after the show killed it in S3. From the little clips I saw teased on Twitter, it's genuinely looking to be a sweet film with the love square scenes actually being legit wholesome and showing actual chemistry (and romantic tension) between both of our titular heroes.

Ladynoir ACTUALLY have cute flirtatious banter and Ladybug actually acts like she genuinely enjoys Cat Noir's company instead of seeming annoyed with his overall existence as her so-called partner in crime-fighting unlike in the show (well... at least BEFORE S5 as I heard through the grape vine).

There is no denying how much I don't like Miraculous anymore for how its writing deteriorated over the seasons which for me is a darn shame cause, hand over heart, I used to FREAKING LOVE this show!

Those of you who've been following me since my Miraculous days would remember how much of big miraculer this squiggle meister was.

I drew fanart of it for 3 years for pete's sake. So it sucked for me when the writing got so unenjoyable for me that I had to drop it.

But not lying to tell you, the movie is pulling me back in. Right now, the movie feels like such a far cry from the show that it is at least deserving of a check out.

To me, it's looking like the movie is what Miraculous SHOULD have been with really hammering into the sweet wholesome romance between our two young heroes.

I mean...my ass could be wrong but I'll still give it a watch out of legit curiosity. At least the animation is looking gorgeous.

So it'll be on my radar come it’s official release on July 28th this year on Netflix.

Never thought I'd be interested in ML again after so long but here I am again.

~LMS (2023)

#squiggles talks: miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladynoir #miraculous the movie

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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"Can I Kiss You?"

-> Bell's Hells/C3 x GN!Reader Headcanons

Notes: Another post that was not requested but something I wanted to write. An interpretation of how the party members would react to the reader asking for a kiss. Pre relationship stuffs, cuteness overload tbh. Consent is sexy, you guys ❤️

Mighty Nein version 💜

~ Poet

Ashton 💙

That's something incredibly inappropriate to ask a friend.

Fuck yeah you can.

He's obviously messing with you. The moment your gaze drops, they tilt your chin back to face them again. It's comfortable. Playful, cheeky even. A surprise, unexpected for sure, but so welcome.

They had scrunched up their nose, frowning in a way that you misinterpreted being fueled with rejection. You are relieved it is simply Ashton mulling over the idea, wondering why hadn't this happened sooner. The chemistry has always been there, you're fun and attractive - it baffles him that it took this long but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Might as well make up for lost time. Pucker up.

And the transition was just so easy. It happened without any drama or fighting or grand confessions. Best friends to lovers? It's something Ashton can definitely be on board with.

Chetney 💙

Kissing me a luxury few can indulge in. Sorry, did I say few? I meant 'you.'

A lazy, slow smirk graces his face. Oh Chetney. You ol' stud. His confidence is palpable, radiating off such a small lil dude - it's unreal. His ego is through the roof now, and it's all your fault.

There's a swagger in his step as he moves to stand before you, bushy brows waggling in a way that's simply comical and animated.

Tease him. Give him a quick peck on the forehead and leave him flustered and confused, scrambling after you and demanding a proper kiss that you both deserve.

Dorian 💙

... You're kidding, right. ...Aren't you? No? Uh, yeah- Yes, I'd like that! Very much so.

He tries to brush it off and chuckles shyly, crossing his arms and kicking the ground a little, initially thinking your request was merely a cruel joke. But when he manages to look at you properly, the realisation hits him.

He's buzzing with nerves, delightfully so, getting over his mild surprise and indulging in a broad grin instead. A little breeze flies by you, anticipating and excited.

His thumb brushes your cheek, swipes a soothing circle. Charming. Maybe not as suave as he'd hoped to come across, but charming all the same. The wind whips through Dorian's hair, but he's unbothered by it, pleased sky blue eyes meeting yours.

Fearne 💙

So I haven't scared you off yet? Good~

So darn confident. She is more perceptive than she looks - she knows you've been psyching yourself up for the last few minutes to ask. The restrain she demonstrated by not sweeping you off your feet was so very admirable.

Her voice is saccharine, layered in sweet, warm affection. Encouragement. She's warm in close proximity, and you wonder if it's simply Fearne's fey and magical ancestry bleeding into the space between you. It's different, electric, but still comforting and familiar.

Nuzzles her nose with yours, seemingly giggling at nothing in particular. No pranks or thieving or lying. The moment of being together for now is enough for her.

Imogen 💙

Forgive me, heh, but you've caught me a bit off guard. B-but I am definitely not gonna say no to that.

Presses her palms to her cheeks, her face hot with a deep rosy flush as embarrassment and fondness floods through her. She's wanted nothing more for the majority of her knowing you, but now doesn't know how to deal with the reality of it.

Even though you're not the telepath, you can almost hear Imogen's thoughts racing a mile a minute, what-ifs and buts repeating over and over as Imogen tries to compose herself for both your sakes.

She sums up the courage to quickly lean in and kiss you, clumsily missing your lips and landing at the corner of your mouth instead. She gapes, cursing herself, but you're laughing and drawing her close, your mind whispering and repeating her name over and over again.

Laudna 💙

Oh aren't you just simply darling! Yes, you absolutely may.

It doesn't look it, but Laudna's brimming with excitement at the prospect of something so romantic and new between you. There's an echo if irritation from Delilah within her mind, but it is pushed aside to be dealt with later.

Adjusts her hair, sweeping it out of her face so that it she can see and so it doesn't get it the way. She wants to look semi presentable for her first kiss with you, and feel confident while doing so. It's been a while since she's felt so alive.

She daintily perches one hand on your shoulder, the other resting comfortingly on the slope of your neck. She feels the the warmth of your skin, the soft thrum of your heartbeat, and for a moment imagines that hers follows the same rhythm, if only for a second.

Orym 💙

I was hoping you wouldn't mind stooping to my height for a second - I was going to ask you the same thing.

Orym's bashful smile reaches his eyes, lit up and hopeful, mirroring your own expression as a disbelieved sigh leaves him. The lovely feeling that he's being reacquainted with is shared by you, and it's made him so happy.

He scratches his head, taking a second to consider how this will work. It's been a while since he was with someone, let alone someone much taller than him, but he adapts quickly just as he always does to any situation.

You lower before him, and he knows your knees must feel uncomfortable against the ground, but you don't seem to mind when you're at nose-to-nose level with the halfling, his nudging yours affectionately. He mutters something about investing in knee pads, making you laugh before leaning in.

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Assorted SHOCKER thoughts

I apologize for the length there are over 5 villains and I loved all of them

Also just to clarify I am using the aug abbreviations from the soundtrack because KUA-1 is quicker than typing Spider-Aug

Shin Kamen Rider has 7 villains if we count the Locusts as one villain and fucking astonishingly manages to pull it off

In this iteration SHOCKER was formed by a depressed reclusive billionaire who desired to find a way through AI to attain human happiness. He creates 3 AI “I” who is implied to serve as this iteration of the Great Leader, “J” a Kikaider esque bot with little screentime which later upgrades itself to “K”

The billionaire later killed himself and entrusted K with helping humans attain happiness

K is... surprisingly not that different from his show counterpart. Basically taking his uncomfortable elements of neutrality, agreeability and not especially strong moral compass to its logical conclusion.

He isn’t exactly evil, he’s just an AI who will find anything understandable if it helps humans attain their happiness. He doesn’t really give a shit about the conflict, he mourns the AUGs he was fond of (including Ruriko) and talks entirely nonchalantly with Ruriko as she goes to kill KUA-1

When Takesh and Ichiro die he merely leaves the base without a word

Also like the fucking Shocker Aug leitmotif is the same song with different backing instrumentals or vocals, with KUA-1′s being this rapturous cheering, KOA-1′s being this vibrant and excited bit of jazz and HAA-1′s being this steady techno backing it is so fuck

It is established that the AUGS are partially controlled by causing them to feel perpetual euphoria (which also is used to explain why they are such bombastic villains)

Each of the AUGS are used to establish a different element of SHOCKER’s whole evil schtick

Oh KUA-1 my beloved KUA-1.

He has 4 arms and it is so sex

“Terminate all traitors. This is my task”

KUA-1 (Spider Aug) is about blind devotion to their cause

KUA-1 hates humans and for sake of all Augments who forsake their humanity he shall kill humans. He is perhaps the most devoted to the cause of SHOCKER, and views the augmentations as a great gift. While he knows he must kill Hongo he is also one of their “beloved augments” and wishes to see his “glorious lethality” in action.

In their fight after seeing Hongo kill his way through the Low-Class AUG combatants he tries to connect with Hongo about the joys of killing and when Hongo doesn’t reciprocate he begans strangling him asking

“You are also Augmented? How can you not understand this happiness”

His final words are the fucking amazing “Oh darn, I can’t fight him effectively here”

KOA-1 or Bat Aug

Uh fucking epidemics his thing is he really fucking likes epidemics

KOA-1 is a paranoid “old bat” who has been working on a “bat virus’ that will allow him to control the populace. Basically a more research orientated take on the original Bat Man

He dresses snazzy and has a flare for the dramatic

He doesn’t trust the combatants so he exclusively has barely useful automatons to guard his base. When Ruriko makes quick work of him and tries to make him a deal to go into custody he reveals she has been exposed to the virus as she falls limp before Takeshi arrives in an attempt to help

The Bat has the automotans take on the appearnce of Ruriko as they flood the stadium and he makes a show of how he can easily kill her if Takeshi doesn’t take listen to him

He forces Takeshi into a sadistic choice to expose himself to the toxin and kill Ruriko... Only for Ruriko to reveal that his virus won’t work on Augments like her and Takeshi and pulls out a shotgun and shoots his wing out.

He promptly flies to safety and takes comfort that Kamen Rider can only jump 66.90 meters high which if memory serves is from the original show. So anyway Takeshi fucking points the Cyclone boosters down and sends himself launching into the sky where well

A Jump to the Sky turns into a Rider Kick

I do not remember his final words

SAA-1 (Scorpion AUG) represents... Fucking something I don’t know, the inherent eroticism of fight scenes

Okay in all honesty she represents SHOCKER’s reinterpretation as being for Humanity’s Happiness and is about the euphoria or “ecstasy” they feel

I am going to be blunt. I was dreading her. In the prequel manga she was... awful without getting into specifics because I will tangent about how much I hate that manga

If you don’t take extended universe bullshit she is just a fun bombastic character who is there just to have a fucking amazingly choreographed fight with Anti-SHOCKER Alliances agents with a nice song.

She slit people’s throats with her high heels

I know it was fanservice but it was also cool as fuck

Her henchman came in with ballistic shields and some dance choreography as they blocked the bullets which was fucking awesome

Anyway she gets killed moving on

Her final words are “Flop”

HAA-1 or Wasp Aug

She represents the classic goal of SHOCKER subjugation

And also Yuri

HAA-1 has made a small town her test run for her “wasp hive” in which using a server connected to something I cannot for the life of me remember to have complete control over the civilian populace.

Before Ruriko managed to defect SHOCKER was something of a family, with Hiromi being Ruriko’s only friend and understandably Ruriko isn’t exactly enthused about the situation

Ruriko attempts to convince Hiromi to leave SHOCKER which she doesn’t... exactly respond well to. Namely by pointing out that the guards aren’t SHOCKER, but random civilians who “Ruri-Ruri’s” “Guard Dog” probably wouldn’t want to kill.

During this Hiromi explains more of SHOCKER’s philosophy and in case you were worried Kamen Rider wasn’t killing fascists this movie, don’t worry! Because she starts explaining her plan to enact eugenics and ensure only the the most fit survive

So Takeshi and Ruriko jump out a window.

(I would like to add that Neon Genesis Evangelion promised window jumping and never delivered so that is one thing Shin Kamen Rider has over that)

Ruriko approaches her again (alone) in hopes of appealing again to her former friend. Hiromi counteroffers with Ruriko to join SHOCKER and points out that her guard dog probably should be here for if she refuses. Ruriko simply states

"I told you, I'm well-prepared."

Hard cut to a plane flying over head

Followed by Takeshi jumping out and fucking slamming into the mind-control- server blowing it to fuck as Falling Velocity sexily blares

Ruriko again asks Hiromi to leave SHOCKER

And Hiromi replies that she now wants to make Ruriko cry by killing her “pet”

She and her henchmen have a brief sword fight against Takeshi, but when it is a stalemate she absorbs her henchmen to “Henshin” and tosses Takeshi a sword

And this fight scene kinda fucks really hard

She has superspeed and just starts beating the shit out of Takeshi Hongo who is just desperately trying to block her attacks only gaining the upper hand when her sword gets stuck in his armor.

Takeshi refuses to kill her because Ruriko doesn’t wish it and Ruriko again pleads with her to leave SHOCKER

Before the Government Agents Takeshi and Ruriko teamed up with walk in, state “What a profound sentiment” and shoot her

Her last words are, “Ruriko, I wanted you to be the one to kill me”

Next is... well next is Ichimonju but I will ramble about him later because oh my god Ichimonji

No instead we go over K.K. Aug or Kameleon Mantis. K.K wants revenge for his brother in arms KUA-1 and after Ruriko deprograms Ichimonji (who is stunned) proceeds to stab her in the back as Takeshi watches with a broken leg.

He represents SHOCKER perpetual hidden threat

He mentions that is made by the “Death’s Angels” (Likely lead by the show’s Dr. Death) subgroup of the organization which is why Ruriko had no knowledge of him as he prepares to finish her off

A rather high speed Ichimonji Hayato kicks him from off-screen and that is pretty much all that can be said for K.K aug as Ichimonji just kinda beats the shit out of him as K.K. aug is baffled as to what the hell is happening

His final words are “I’m sorry, brother Spider-Aug”

He also serves as a nod to Gel-SHOCKER’s hybrid monsters in the original show and is basically just a warmup for the birth of Kamen Rider 2

And also the point where Takeshi and Ruriko’s survival looks increasingly unlikely

Next is an adaptation of my favorite arc of the manga and Oh this scene was made for me specifically

Next is not one Aug. It is 12

The SHOCKER RIDERS

The SHOCKER Riders represent the horrible fate that awaited our Kamen Riders that they only barely escaped.

They do something really fucking interesting

Ichiro, the SHOCKER Commander of the movie announces to Takeshi Hongo who has gone on to face him alone to fulfill Ruriko’s will encounters 12 Riders in the tunnel

And he explains to Takeshi that when Grasshoppers swarm they become more ruthless, their carapace turns black and they become Locusts, as opposed to being singular beings they are gregarious

Takeshi the 13th Rider, will soon die

Thus begins a hectic desperate chase set to millet as Takeshi desperately shields himself with the Cyclone, burns them with its thrusters and goes between Cyclones desperately trying to keep up before they overwhelm him, pin him under one of their bikes, circling him as the on pinning him unloads a submachine gun into his head.

In a moment that I genuinely giggled in joy at this is a recreation of Takeshi’s death scene in the original manga (albeit he survives here due to having his helmet)

Enter Ichimonji, with his help Takeshi and Hayato are able to outmaneuver the Riders, before managing to destroy their bikes because Hayato GOAT that he is brought semtex.

Hayato and Takeshi’s rapidly proceed to defeat them with a Double Rider Kick to a sex orchestration of Let’s Go! Rider Kick

All in all I was fucking happy

Ichiro Midorikawa is too much to go over in this already long thing

However he represents SHOCKER’s roots

That of being an organization that started out of a desire to find a solution to human sorrow before it snowballed horrifically.

He’s just a young man grieving his mother and his solution to fixing the corruption of human hearts is simply too horrific for him to be allowed

Despite everything he still blatantly loves his sister, to the point where he allows Takeshi to leave with a headstart just because his sister has finally found someone she connects with

#shin kamen rider #shin kamen rider spoilers #it is 4 in the morning I will ramble about Ruriko later

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hathorneheiress · 6 months

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Grayson Hawthorne sickfics pt 9

Jameson's POV

I relieved Xander from his post hours later. My poor brother looked like he was going to fall asleep standing up.

"Go get some sleep." I said softly. "I've got it from here."

Xander told me before he left about Grayson's gasping episode. He gave him some water and then I was informed my sick, older brother had fallen back asleep. He had been sleeping for the past hour.

Settling myself in the seat that Xander had occupied only minutes before, I stared out the window.

Summer was ending. The heat was still here, but it wasn't as suffocating. Standing up, I made my way to the window. Opening it up a crack, a cool breeze swept into the room.

I opened it up more, relishing the cool breeze on my face. I don't know how long I stood there admiring the beauty of the massive estate, when a low, irritated voice spoke behind me.

"For goodness sakes Jamie! Close the darn window! It's freezing!"

I spun around to find Grayson wide awake. He was giving me a look he used to give when he was annoyed at what I was doing.

I quickly shut it. "Sorry." I said. "I didn't realize you were awake."

"It's fine." He mumbled.

I walked over and gently placed the back of my hand on his forehead. It was cool. His fever was gone.

"Oh thank God!" I breathed. "Your fever is gone."

Grayson didn't seem to hear me, or seem to care what I was saying. He just laid there, staring into space.

"You need to eat." I declared. "You also need to drink fluids. Keep you hydrated."

"I'm not hungry." He said.

"I don't care." I said stubbornly. "You need to eat."

I rung for water with electro lights in it and applesauce. Something easy on his stomach.

I helped prop him up with pillows while we waited. When it did arrive, I sat down in the chair. "Alright, open up." I said, ready to spoon feed him the sauce.

"I can do it myself." He replied grouchily.

I was unfazed. "I know you can, but I'm doing it. No arguments about it!"

To his credit, Gray didn't fight, but allowed me to feed him.

I carefully spooned the sweet sauce into his mouth. I watched as he swallowed it down. Gray was always a slow eater, and being sick made him even more slow.

I tried not to show how impatient I was getting. Finally, after almost half an hour later, the applesauce was half eaten and I had managed to get him to drink a glass of water.

I helped him settle back against the pillows once more. His eyelids began to droop, and ten minutes later the sound of heavy breathing informed me that he had fallen asleep once again.

Tagging @reminiscentreader @lovelylima @saturntonads

#the brothers hawthorne #the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #sickfics

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whitleyschn33 · 1 year

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RWBY V9 E08 Liveblog

I’m early again and already spoiled by the thumbnail, thanks a lot Crunchyroll (using the free trial until my usual sites fix themselves.)

- Another vague content warning, content warning are only useful if they warn about the actual content, RT. (It’s suicide/sucidial actions AGAIN just say suicide for fuck’s sake)

- Little, when have you ever actually guided the girls anywhere?

- I like that Ruby is breaking, but I wish the tone wasn’t quite so... grumbly? Like, the tone of voice sounds more petulant than upset, if that makes sense.

- Well... I do hope Little does actually knows the way back to the village, otherwise Ruby just left them there to die acres away from their home.

- ...What is this transition? It’s so abrupt, Ruby just arrives at the house. No shots of her reaction to her surroundings, no real look at what this acre looks like, no reaction to the house “appearing” (I say that as if it wasn’t just there, like the camera didn’t just cut to it without any establishing shot). This moment just feels so rushed, why?

- Is that the Roman Holiday cover art? And I’m assuming the little girl is Neo, so is her hair and eyes not natural, or did she unlock her semblance incredibly young?

- Hi Roman, by the way

- And all that hesitation Ruby was showing about using her weapon before? Gone. Could just be instinct overriding the trauma, it’s different being spooked into a fight vs rushing into one, but whatever.

- Can Neo just make her illusions speak now? Why?

- Even dead, Roman steals the show. Man, I’ve missed him.

- Very generic “hey, maybe Ruby’s cracking under stress” talk

- She... apparently didn’t walk that far.

- Is this entire house made by Neo? The chandelier shattering seems to suggest that, but the house stays later in the episode implying that it’s not.

- And like... has Neo been around enough to know about all of this? About Pyrrha, Ozpin, Clover, Ironwood? This is an incredibly cathartic scene (and once again I wish we could have gotten to all of this earlier), I’m very much enjoy Penny’s and Ironwood’s lines, but I’m confused on just how Neo is doing it.

- ....Dead Oscar illusion is kinda sick, nice job animators, but this poor boy can’t catch a break even when not actually here.

- Hey, they remembered Qrow existed!

- Good kitty with laser beams.

- ...Not good kitty. Darn it, Robbie Daymond. And “my maker”, is this how we’re going to tie this back to the main Remnant plot, because his maker can’t be Alyx or Lewis (I’m settling on this spelling because I finally got it through my dense skull that it’s a reference to Lewis Carroll, which makes me wonder if it was actually Lewis that made it out and Alyx that never came back, as the twist), so maybe it’s Ozma or the God of Light?

- Nice effort, Little - I do enjoy when they actually try to help in whatever ways they can, like with the doll at the auction.

-...So, will Little ascend, or because Neo killed them, are they dead dead?

-These reactions are so incredibly flat. If you’re going to do this, go all out with the team’s reactions, don’t just have them gasp and stare. They’d be doing so well with the facial expressions on Ruby, why cheap out here?

-Ew. Also, he’s alway gone in through the heart, why the mouth now?

-Oh yeah, wasn’t one of the theories of Neo’s fairy tale illusion the Cheshire Cat? Well, that’s confirmed now in horrific fashion.

Once again, I am asking why couldn’t we have cut out the fluff and gotten to this point sooner? It makes no sense that Neo is suddenly strong enough to do this, but at least it’s interesting and furthering Ruby’s character and arc along, and with only two episodes left and so much to deal with, this finale is going to feel rushed as all get out, I’m afraid.

#rwby9 #rwby9 spoilers #rwde #crtq #rwby volume 9 #rwby volume 9 spoilers

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intheticklecloset · 1 year

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Haikyuu!! Coffee Shots #101-110

A collection of the Haikyuu sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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101) Lee Oikawa, Ler Iwa

“I’ll do anything!” Oikawa squeaked, backing into the lockers in the clubhouse with wide eyes. “Just don’t – don’t tickle me, Iwa!”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “Stop being so dramatic. You know you don’t hate it as much as you pretend to.”

Oikawa growled, but he still proved his friend right by staying put as he approached despite having ample opportunity to get away. “I…I swear, I’ll do anything. Anything you want!”

“You just don’t want me to go for your bad spot.” Iwa wasted no time in clawing at his ribs, making him sputter out helpless giggles. “Right, Toru?”

“Plehehehehease!” The setter gripped Iwa’s arms but didn’t fight back yet, squirming against the hard lockers behind him, mixing discomfort and ticklish sensations together. “Iwahahahaha!”

“This is for smacking me in the back of the head with your crappy serve this afternoon,” Iwa grumbled playfully, squeezing up and down his sides. “And this is for refusing to help take out the gear this morning.” He dug into his underarms. “And this—”

“I gehehehehet it, I get it! I’m a hohohohohorrible peheheheherson!” Oikawa squealed.

“I never said that.” Iwa chuckled, stepped right up against him to dominate his personal space, and grabbed his hips. “This is for putting words in my mouth.”

“CRAP!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” The setter exploded into laughter, struggling and pushing against his assailant, squeaky cackles and embarrassing snorts interspersing his hysterics in a hilarious symphony of sounds. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOHOHOP!! IWA!!”

“Will you still do anything?” Iwa teased.

“YES, YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!! ANYTHIHIHIHIHIHING!!”

“Then promise you’ll actually do good tomorrow. We have a game to win. We can’t afford to lose because you can’t serve worth a darn.”

“I – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I PROHOHOHOHOMISE!! PLEASE, IWAHAHAHAHA!!”

At last Iwa freed him from his ticklish torture, allowing Oikawa to gasp for breath as he slid down the lockers to collapse in a heap, still giggling quietly.

“Tch.” Iwa rolled his eyes, but he was smirking. He nudged his friend’s foot with his own before stalking off to his own locker across the room. “You really are a drama queen.”

102) Lee Daichi, Ler Suga

Daichi walked up to Suga, grabbed him by the shoulders, looked him dead in the eye, and asked, “Can you tickle me?”

“Wha-huh?” Suga stuttered, blinking several times. “Wait…what?”

“I swear I’m losing feeling in my feet and I do not want to have to miss god knows how many games if I’m actually infected with something.”

“You…might just be tired…?” Suga suggested, then realized what an awesome opportunity this was. “But yeah, of course, I’ll tickle some feeling back into you if you want.”

Daichi looked mildly embarrassed but mostly determined as he nodded and plopped to the floor, taking off his shoes. Suga was beyond shocked that this was even happening, but he wasn’t about to complain. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Suga smiled, held Daichi’s left ankle to the floor, and gently scribbled his fingers over his friend’s socked sole. He wasn’t at all surprised when the brunette burst into giggles and tried pulling his foot away, but Daichi certainly seemed to be.

“I swehehehehear I couldn’t feheheheheel anything else – okay, stahahahahahap, Suga!”

At this point, Suga’s smile became wicked. “You expect me to stop after just a little tickling? You literally asked me to do this; how can I stop so quickly?”

Daichi’s eyes widened. “W-Wait—”

Sugawara quickly straddled his shins to keep him from squirming away, dragging his fingers up and down both of his feet, enjoying the startled shriek he pulled from the team captain. “Seems like you still have feeling in your feet to me, but I think we should keep going a little longer just to be safe.”

“Sugahahahahaha! I can feheheheheheheel just fihihihine! S-Stop it! Plehehehease!” Daichi begged, falling back with heaps of laughter when his friend switched tactics and started squeezing his thighs instead. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA NO, WAHAHAHAHAIT!!”

Suga laughed along with him. “Sorry, Dai. I simply can’t stop at just one ticklish spot!”

103) Lee Suga, Ler Daichi

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Suga giggled, swatting Daichi away when his friend poked his side. “You know I’m ticklish!”

Daichi grinned and poked him again, snatching his wrist when he tried to fight back to keep his target open to attack. Suga squeaked and snickered, wriggling in Daichi’s grip desperately, trying to cover up his side with his opposite hand now.

“Stohohohohop! Dahahahahaichi!”

The brunette merely grinned at him and kept tickling.

“Why ahahahaharen’t you sahahahaying anything?!”

“Because you get so flustered when I stay quiet. You can’t handle being the only one filling the silence, especially when you’re being tickled.” Daichi chuckled, using the grip he had on his friend’s wrist to pull him closer so he could wrap his other arm around his middle. “Unless you’d like me to tease you with some of your favorite words?”

“Ah! No!” Suga dissolved into helpless giggles at the sudden light skittering across his belly, blushing bright red. “Thahahahahat’s not nehehehehehecesssary!”

“Tickle, tickle~”

“Gahahahahahahaha!” Suga tossed his head back against Daichi’s shoulder, gripping his tickling, hugging arms with what little strength he had. “Nahahahahahahaha!”

“Ticklish little Kou~”

“Nohohohohohoho—!”

“With his ticklish, ticklish…” Daichi found his navel and wiggled into it. “…belly button.”

Suga exploded with laughter, struggling fruitlessly for a few moments before his hyena cackles finally escaped him, his legs wobbling as he struggled to remain upright.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! DAHAHAHAHAICHI YOU SUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK SO MUHUHUHUHUCH!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

“Ouch! I suck? That’s mean. Guess I’ll have to keep tickling you until you learn to be nice, Sugawara.”

Suga laughed so hard at the combination of teasing and tickling that his hysterics went silent, followed shortly by his knees finally giving out. Daichi helped ease him to the ground so he wouldn’t hurt himself, finally letting up and ruffling his hair in the process. “Feeling better?”

“Shuhuhuhut up.” The setter let out some leftover giggles and sat up shakily. “Jeheheherk…”

Daichi chuckled and gave him a quick hug. “Sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”

104) Lee Hinata, Ler Kageyama

“Hang on, let’s talk about this!” Hinata cried, struggling to pull his arms free of Kageyama, who had chased him out of the gym, across campus, and halfway up the nearby hill the team sometimes used for training before finally managing to catch up and tackle him. Really, the fact that he’d caught up at all was a testament to how determined he was to make Hinata pay for his prank.

“You replaced my milk box,” the setter growled, using his height and strength to his advantage to pin Hinata’s arms to his sides before straddling him, “with a strawberry milk box? Strawberry?!”

The redhead couldn’t help but giggle a little, recalling Kageyama’s horrified face when he first took a sip after practice, immediately spluttering it right back out with such vigor that Yamaguchi had panicked, thinking he was choking on blood.

“Come on, it was funny!” he tried, offering a wobbly smile up at his friend, who merely glared at him. “You can still have a regular milk box.”

Kageyama made a show of bringing his fists to his chest to crack the knuckles, preparing, Hinata assumed, to pound him to a pulp fit for his favorite orange juices.

Then the setter wiggled his fingers, and Hinata’s eyes went wide.

“Wait! Wait, no, it was just a prank! It was funny!”

“If it’s so funny,” Kageyama growled, his tone playful and eyes mischievous now, “then let’s hear you laugh, boke.”

Hinata yelped, shuddering when his friend’s wiggling fingers touched down on his ribs, biting his lip to try and stifle the giggles that came out of him whether he wanted them to or not. He lasted for all of five seconds before finally bursting into laughter, tossing his head back to let it all out unfiltered into the air.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, KAGEYAHAHAHAHAMA!! NOT THE RIHIHIHIHIHIBS!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

Kageyama chuckled at the mess he was making of the redhead with just the lightest presses and pinches to his lower ribs. It was effortless for him to keep Hinata pinned to the ground, unable to free his arms to fight back, and so he decided he’d take his time finding ways to make him laugh even louder, beg even harder.

“PLEASE, KAGEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAMA!!”

“Since you seem to like strawberries so much,” Kageyama replied easily, smirking at his friend’s boisterous, contagious laughter, “let’s see if I can turn you into one. It’s only fair, don’t you think?~”

105) Lee Hinata, Ler Kageyama

“Just because you’re taller than me doesn’t mean you’re better at volleyball,” Hinata grumbled as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. He and Kageyama were leaving the gym together as per usual, and somehow they’d gotten onto the topic of rival players and their skills, leading Kageyama to point out that most of the really good ones were tall, just like he was.

Hinata knew this already, and it bugged him that Kageyama felt the need to point it out.

“It helps, though,” the raven-haired setter said now, grabbing his gym bag and stuffing his hands in his pockets as they began to walk. “I’m not saying you don’t measure up to them; you know I know you’re good. But still.”

“Height doesn’t equal strength!” Hinata snapped, frustrated at constantly being the butt of short jokes. “I can be stronger than you. All of you!”

“Yeah, right,” Kageyama scoffed a laugh. Then he giggled for real when he felt a sharp poke to his ribs. His head snapped to Hinata, eyes wide as the redhead smirked at him.

“I can take you down easily enough if I tickle you, Kageyama~”

The setter dropped his bag and latched onto Hinata’s ribs in retaliation before either of them even realized he was moving. Still, when a loud screech filled the air followed by frantic hands clamping down on his wrists, Kageyama couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

“Maybe, but you’d have to tickle me first. We both know you always lose our tickle fights.”

“Nuh-uh! I wihihihihin plehehehenty of them! Lehehehehehemme go!” Hinata cackled, squirming desperately in his friend’s strong grip. “Kahahahageyama!”

“If you think you’re so tough, prove it.” Kageyama smirked. “Fight me off. Push me away. Tackle me to the ground and tickle me to tears. Oh, wait…you’d have to reach me first, wouldn’t you?” He expertly stepped as far away from the redhead as possible while still tickling him silly. “Too bad you’re such a shortstack.”

“I’ll mahahahahake you eat those wohohohohohords, stuhuhuhupid Kageyahahahahama!” Hinata cried, laughter rising in pitch with each failed attempt to wiggle away. “Juhuhuhuhust you wahahahait!”

Kageyama chuckled along with him. “Oh yeah? Come and get me then, Hinata~”

106) Lee Oikawa, Ler Iwa

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m not blushing.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not!” Oikawa insisted, turning his face away from his friend defiantly, crossing his arms. His cheeks were stained pink, but of course, he wasn’t owning up to that. “It’s just warm in here.”

Iwa grinned at him. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m not—”

“All right, fine,” Iwa said, holding up his hands in surrender. “You’re not in a mood. I get it.”

Oikawa huffed but said nothing, still looking away from him.

“I won’t do it unless you ask me to. There’s no point in making you laugh until you don’t remember your name anymore unless you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Right.” The setter shifted, daring a peek at him. “Exactly.”

“So I won’t. Your ribs and sides and knees and feet and—”

“Iwa.”

“—especially your hips are safe from me today. No tickling you until you’re begging me for mercy. None at all.”

Oikawa was gradually turning even pinker, shifting anxiously in his seat. It was adorable, really, how obviously he wanted exactly that, but if he was going to be stubborn, then so was Iwaizumi.

“It’s fun to tickle you, but only when you want it,” the brunette continued easily, smirking, waiting for the inevitable cracking façade. “Your ticklish laugh is fun to hear.”

“Iwa.” This time it came out as more of a whine. “Stop teasing me.”

“Oh? I’m just enunciating my point. I won’t tickle you unless you want me to.”

Oikawa was silent for a long time. So was Iwa. The ball was in the setter’s court now. It was up to him to set it so Iwa could spike it.

After a long moment, Oikawa finally huffed again and turned to face him, eyes averted in a cute, sheepish kind of way. He mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?” Iwa teased one more time. He couldn’t help himself. He cupped his hand around his ear. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I said I want it, okay? I want you to tickle me! Quit being such a tease and just do it already!” Oikawa snapped, flushing redder with every word. Almost as an afterthought, he tacked on a tiny, desperate, “Please.”

Iwa grabbed his sides, digging in viciously, all of that pent-up tickler energy coming out of him at once, making Oikawa screech in surprise and toss his head back with elated giggles. “Like this? You finally admit you want tickles, huh? Just like this? Does this tickle, Toru?”

Oikawa nodded, and Iwa plopped himself in his lap as his fingers traveled down to his hips, both of them laughing together at the silly playfulness of the situation.

Both of them got exactly what they wanted that day.

107) Lee Akaashi, Ler Bokuto

Akaashi’s eyes were wide and terrified, and Bokuto couldn’t get enough of it. He grinned mischievously and wiggled his fingers. “Hey, hey, hey, Akaashi~”

“Don’t,” was all Akaashi could manage. Annoying as his friend was, being on the threatened end of something like this was enough to override his irritation. He put up a hand defensively, looking very much like a crossing guard trying to stop an oncoming train. “Don’t you dare.”

“Go ahead, try to run,” Bokuto teased.

It was a trap. Akaashi knew this. Yet he turned and bolted anyway. He could hear his friend right on his heels, but even so, he reached the door of the gym with enough time for him to think he might actually manage to get away.

No such luck.

“Ah! Bokuto, no! Get ohohohohoff! Get away! Bohohohoho!” Akaashi giggled despite himself as he was dragged away slowly from the door and his escape to the safety of the outdoors. Fingers were wiggling into his sides from behind, followed by playful nips along his neck that had the smaller boy squealing in seconds. He frantically tried to smack any part of Bokuto he could reach. “You jeheheherk! Don’t dohohohoho that! That’s weheheheheird – aieeee!!”

“It makes you make funny noises, though,” Bokuto chuckled into his ear, quickly twisting around so that he could push his friend to the floor face-first and then sit on his waist to keep him there. He hummed. “Now, what to do with you?”

“Nothing!” Akaashi shrieked, wiggling uselessly under his friend’s weight. “I swear I’ll kill you for this, you idiot! Let me go!”

Instead, Bokuto placed his fingers at the hem of Akaashi’s shirt. Not doing anything yet – just resting there. The suspense was killing the smaller boy. He trembled in anticipation.

“W-What are you doing?” he asked nervously, gasping when the first scribbles along his lower back shot a strong, ticklish jolt through his body. He bit his lip, but the giggles came anyway. “D-Don’t – Bokuto, I swehehehear, you’ll regrehehehet this! I’ll gehehehehehet you bahahahahahahack for this! Wait! Wahahahahahahahahait…!”

Bokuto grinned and kept up his gentle, ticklish assault. “Sorry, bud. You’re just way too much fun for me to tickle!”

108) Lee Noya, Ler Asahi

“Really?” Noya asked incredulously and with mild disgust as he eyed the handheld electric massager Asahi had bought. “What happened to going to the spa?”

Asahi took the item back from his smaller friend and replied, “Who has the money to go to the spa after every rough game? I’ve already used this a couple of times and it works great. Don’t knock it until you try it, Noya.”

The libero rolled his eyes. “I prefer having a person massage me, not some machine.”

Asahi grabbed his arm and sat him on the couch beside him. “Just try it, all right? It works, I promise.”

Noya grunted and crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever. Go ahead.”

Feeling victorious and eager, Asahi switched on the little machine and gently began to let it work its magic on his friend’s neck and shoulders, smirking when the stubborn libero began to relax despite himself, relief evident in his body language.

“See? Feels nice, right?”

“Shut up.” Noya groaned. “Hey, could you try my lower back? It’s been bugging me lately.”

“Yes, your highness,” Asahi teased, but obligingly glided the massager down his back along his spine.

Noya jolted about halfway down, arching away from the massager, giggling a little. “Hehey, that tihihickles.”

Asahi paused. He pressed the massager against his friend’s ribs without thinking about it. “Tickles, huh?”

“Hey!” Noya squealed, arching away again, falling to the side. Before he could recover, Asahi was straddling his legs and fighting to grab his arms, the massager having been abandoned momentarily, pressed against the libero’s stomach. “Ahahahahasahi! Gehehehehet it off!”

“No way,” Asahi chuckled, finally managing to push both of Noya’s wrists above his head, leaving him wide open. He grabbed the massager with his free hand and returned it to the smaller boy’s ribs, watching in amused satisfaction as his friend threw his head back and laughed.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!! THIS ISN’T A MASSAHAHAHAHAHAGE!!”

“I don’t know, Noya. They do say laughter is the best medicine~”

“YOU JEHEHEHEHEHERK!! YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW HOW TIHIHIHIHICKLISH I AM!! KNOHOHOHOHOCK IT OFF!” Noya bucked his hips and let out a scream of wild, uncontained laughter when Asahi pressed the tool to his inner thigh instead. “GOD NO PLEHEHEHEHEASE NO NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE ASAHI!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Asahi grinned, settling in comfortably to watch his friend come apart, pleased to have found another useful function for his massager. “Nah. I think you need a little more massage time, Nishinoya~”

109) Lee Iwa, Ler Oikawa

“Um. Oikawa?”

Oikawa glanced at Iwa, who was holding up a makeup brush with confusion and curiosity written all over his face. His friend looked at him, smirked a little, and said, “Why do you have makeup brushes in your house?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, idiot,” Oikawa snapped, grabbing the item from Iwa. “My sister was here with my nephew this weekend and she left some of her stuff on accident. They’re not mine.”

“She left makeup brushes in the living room?”

“Yes!” Oikawa threw his hands up in exasperation. “I don’t know why.”

Iwa chuckled. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

Oikawa glared at him. “I know you’re not laughing at me.”

“Me? Noooo.”

The setter growled, then smirked and waved the makeup brush around teasingly. “Fine. If you really think they’re mine, I must be good at doing makeup, right? Let me show you how good I am, Iwa-chan~”

“No way,” Iwa laughed, taking a step back and then booking it entirely when he realized his friend was serious. “Back off! You suck at makeup!”

“How would you know?!”

“I know you were helping the drama club with their production last year because you liked one of the girls,” Iwa called over his shoulder as he scurried into the kitchen and toward the stairs.

“I wasn’t doing makeup! That’s an insult to the ladies who were!” Oikawa yelled, chasing him up the stairs and into his own bedroom, where Iwa tried to lock the door behind him before the setter could catch up.

No such luck. Oikawa burst into the room after him and tackled him onto the bed, dragging the brush all over his face. “Ha! See that? I can do makeup! You look beautiful, Iwa-chan~”

“T-Tohohoru!” Iwa giggled, squirming and tossing his head back and forth, trying to escape the tickly bristles of the brush. “Stohohohohop thahahahat!”

“Aww, too ticklish to get your makeup done? Too bad~” Oikawa teased mercilessly, dusting the tool over the shell of Iwa’s ear, enjoying the girlish squeal he got for his efforts. “I have to prove to you that I know what I’m doing, so lay still and take it like a good, ticklish little Hajime~”

Iwa cackled, his face blushing red, but he knew he was stuck here now no matter how much he laughed and pleaded. “Tohohohohohohohohoru…!”

110) Lee Kuroo, Ler Daichi

A loud crash from within the gym’s storage room startled Kuroo out of his zombie-like haze of doing a final sweep of the building before locking up for the night. He faced the closed – and, he had thought, locked – double doors and waited for another sound, but nothing came.

He turned to where Kenma was waiting for him by the door of the gym, playing a video game. “Kenma?”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Kuroo couldn’t decide if he was serious or not. “That giant crash from the storage room?”

Kenma finally looked up at him, giving him a quizzical stare. “Uh…no? There was no crash.”

They stared at each other in silence.

Kuroo sighed and fished out his keys. “Dang it.”

“You’re just imagining things. Maybe it was a ghost,” Kenma muttered behind him, but the captain was going to do his job and check it out anyway, so he didn’t bother raising his voice too much. He just went back to his game.

Meanwhile, Kuroo unlocked the doors, stepped inside, and fished around for the light. Before he could find it, though, something grabbed his wrist and yanked him further inside, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Ken—mmph!” Kuroo tried to scream, but a hand slapped over his mouth, silencing him, and then hot breath was on his neck and he couldn’t help but let out a tiny whimper, more terrified than he wanted to admit.

“Hey, honey~”

Kuroo breathed out a huge sigh of relief, his heart pounding. He was going to kill his boyfriend for this.

Daichi chuckled, unwilling to remove the hand covering his mouth as he drew his partner in closer, snaking a hand around his waist and curling his fingers into his side.

Kuroo jerked, giggles bubbling up but unable to break free thanks to Daichi’s makeshift gag. He squirmed and tried thrashing, but tickling was always enough to weaken him immediately, and between that and the scare he’d just had, he suddenly found he had no strength to fight.

“Let’s have a little fun, hmm?” The Karasuno team captain cooed into his ear, and Kuroo whined again, for different reasons this time

When the laughter finally became loud enough that even Kenma could hear it from across the gym, the second-year smirked to himself.

Get him good, Daichi.

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Living Dangerously - Chapter 32

Jurassic Park’s animal handlers: none of them ever mentioned by name in Michael Crichton’s original novel. Who were they? What were their lives like on Isla Nublar? Did any of them survive the disaster?

A year in the life of those responsible for the care of the dinosaurs. Many people would kill to have their jobs.

But would they die for it?

Jurassic Park novel/Jurassic Park film (1993)

Viewpoint: 3rd person female oc

Warnings: some swears, this chapter is definitely M, 18+ due to one particualar line of dialogue. Minors dni.

Tagging: @heresthefanfiction @ocappreciation @wordspin-shares @howlingmadlady @arrthurpendragon @themaradwrites @starryeyes2000 @kmc1989 (please lmk if you would like informed of my sporadic updates)

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"Heroes" - David Bowie

“For Christ’s sake, girl!” Kathy practically ripped what remained of Lizzy’s dress off, yanked the shower door open and all but threw her inside. “You’re a darn icicle!”

The water was as baltic as the run-off from a glacier, heat yet to kick in and Lizzy’s teeth were still chattering violently.

“And don’t come out until you’re wrinkly!” Kathy snapped and left her to it, running a towel over her own head, as steam started to fill the room.

Lizzy scrubbed and scrubbed. She just couldn’t get rid of the smell of death. She imagined she still felt the raptor saliva clinging to her body, each faint hint of the stench making her want to gag. Lizzy kept trying to purge in vain until her skin was raw and angry, but the water continued to run dark red with a mixture of blood and dirt.

She gave up and simply stood under the water for a long time, as her limbs slowly defrosted. But her insides stayed cold and numb, and she started to cry, her sobs covered by the echo of the jets hitting tile.

***

Tom found Kathy by herself, sitting alone in the tiny kitchen in the staff lodge and staring at the wall.

“Everyone else has gone to bed, Kit.” He opened the fridge, half-heartedly scanning the contents before letting it fall shut again and leaning against it. “How’re you holding up?”

“I could be better.” Kathy told him. “That was pretty gruesome. I’ve never actually seen the aftermath before.”

Tom whistled. “Pretty rough one for your first time.”

”He’ll be back before we know it.”

Tom opened and shut his mouth in astonishment. Jeez, either her sense of humour was dark as night, or she had no clue.

”Uh…I don’t think he will be.”

“Huh?” Goddamn. She was serious.

“I mean, miracles are possible.” He slid into the chair beside her. “But I don’t know if we’re getting one this time.”

Kathy put her head in her hands, he didn’t notice she had broken until her shoulders started shaking silently.

“Hey, now.” He tried to put an arm around her but stopped when she leaned away from his touch. He hovered his hand above her and settled on an awkward back pat instead. “You’ve…er, you’ve got this.”

“Ughh…no, I don’t…” Kathy sniffed loudly. “I can’t wait it out until August-“

”You gotta-“ Tom’s heart dropped.

“But why? I could just go home to Minnesota now. I’d be flat broke-“

”We need you, and stuff. To lead. Lead the team.” He hurriedly tried to change her mind.

”Not much of a team to lead anymore.” She shrugged. “My jobs open, I guess you could fight Lizzy for it.”

”No, I need you-“ Tom realised he’d made a mistake. “-aw, Hell.”

“You…need me?” She blinked up at him. “Since when?”

”I, uh-“ He couldn’t meet her gaze. “Shit.”

“Talk.” Now she was looking at him all accusing, like, and Tom wished he was the one currently being zipped into a bodybag.

“Okay, here goes.” He sighed. “I kinda…couldn’t stop thinking about you over Christmas.”

“Huh?” This had to be a joke. Some ploy to get inside her head.

“It was the goddamn scarf you made. Something clicked…-“ He faltered. “That, and when Liz talked you into singing in front of everyone at the Christmas party.”

Kathy blushed and hid her face. After Lizzy had slaughtered a rendition of 9 to 5 which was very blatantly directed at Richardson, Kathy had followed her lead, with some convincing, and belted I Wanna Dance With Somebody at the top of her lungs.

”I’ve never heard anyone sing as pretty as you, lady.” Tom was still in awe, weeks later. “You could sing the anthem at the Superbowl.” “Oh, that’s very…kind of you.” She responded warily.

Kathy had her own series of might-have-beens. She likely could have made a career in the arts, but she’d always loved cats more than performing. And anyway, she had crippling stage fright. No exaggeration, she’d have to drink more than Muldoon to stand in front of the microphone on a regular basis.

“You’re the kind one. You’re far too good for this place.” He gave her a sideways glance. ”Even if you do cheer for the Vikings.”

”There’s always next year.” Kathy muttered angrily. Minnesota had been knocked out in the first round of playoffs, much to her chagrin. “‘94 is gonna be the one.”

”Cowboys will win on Sunday.” Tom said confidently.

”We’ll see.” Kathy raised an eyebrow. “Looks like I’ll be cheering for Buffalo, in that case.”

He chuckled. “Could be worse, you could be into baseball.” His comment reminded them both of Regis, in his Trenton Thunder cap.

Let’s roll.

Their smiles faded and they sat in solemn silence for several minutes.

“Tom, this has kind of come out of nowhere.” Kathy admitted, trying to process what was happening. He wasn’t bad looking, quite the opposite in fact, in a rough-around-the-edges way, if you liked that sort of thing.

But it was always his manners she’d found off-putting. And she genuinely had no idea he felt that way about her when everything he’d ever done indicated he positively loathed her entire existence.

She tugged on one of her braids, studying his expression carefully. “Why’d you tell me now? I’d made my peace with us never communicating outside of work.”

”I know, I know.” Tom looked guilty. “I wasn’t going to bring it up, but with Rico-“

Every word that came into his head was too permanent, too final for Kathy’s state of mind, so he changed tack mid-sentence.

”If something happened to me, I’d like to think I’d have no regrets.” He shrugged. “So there ya go.”

He nudged her shoulder with his, and this time, she didn’t recoil.

”I like you, lady.”

That should do it.

They usually just fell into his arms. And then his bed. It was easy. But Kathy didn’t move a muscle. Or even say anything. She was just smiling at him politely like she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“So, uh, how about it?” He prompted her. “You seeing anyone?”

“No.”

He grinned. “Awesome.”

”Sure, I’m single.” She and her high-school sweetheart had called it quits the previous winter. “But the no was my answer to your first question.”

“Grea- wait, what do you mean, no?”

Tom couldn’t remember a girl ever telling him no before.

”There’s been some undertones.” Kathy started off demurely, then exploded at him. “Hang on, screw that. You’ve been an absolute dweeb-“

Tom’s eyes widened at the verbal attack.

“-no, a complete and utter dick to me! You expect me just to drop everything and do what you want?! Now that you’re being civil?!”

“Okay, you can stop, I get it-“

“Talk about regrets?” There was no stopping it now, the emotion was just pouring out of Kathy. She was formidable. And she didn’t even raise her voice, not once. Her softness was all the more jarring. “You’ve made me feel like crap! You’ve embarrassed me, undermined my authority in front of pretty much everyone. Don’t you regret that?”

”I do, actually. I’ve realised why I was giving you such a hard time.”

”Well, please enlighten me.”

”It’s pretty complicated.”

”I’m pretty smart.” She said sharply. “I’m sure I can keep up.”

“Wow, we’re really getting into it tonight, huh?” He lamented even going into the kitchen at all.

“I’m waiting.”

“Jeez, you’re feisty when you feel like it-” Tom huffed. Where to begin?

“Okay, if it means so little to you, then I guess I’m leaving-“

“Wait, fine!” He groaned, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. “…Richardson got to me early on, took me under his wing. I thought he was the mentor I’d always been looking for. That him and me were simpatico. The same.”

”You aren’t the only one.” Kathy could see why he’d targeted the southerner. Playing into a certain stereotype, Tom was the obvious choice.

“Well, he made promises he didn’t keep. Told me every chance he got that you, Liz, Muldoon, none of you were the right fit for the place.” Tom confessed. “That he had someone else in mind before Muldoon put Liz forward for her job. Someone better.”

“That’s why he doesn’t like her?” Kathy didn’t know why she sounded so shocked. Everything Tom had told her thus far had made perfect sense. “Because Elizabeth wasn’t his first choice?”

”She wasn’t his choice at all. He despises her. Richardson likes his women submissive. Seen and not heard.” Tom continued. “He thought he could easily make her leave, but she’s thriving here. Rattled some cages. Trust me, it’s only because Liz and Muldoon are so goddamn stubborn that this place hasn’t turned into a boys club.”

“Oh, screw that.”

“Be glad of those two. If they weren’t here, you and Isaac, maybe Julian too, would have been outta town within the first month.” Tom nodded meaningfully. “He’d have made it impossible for you to stay.”

He paused, chewing the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. He would have likely been part of that ousting process. But things were different now. A certain ethologist had fought for and won his respect. Rattled his cage, indeed.

“Jeez…I’m so glad I was put on Carnivores.” Kathy murmured.

“Me too. I was originally supposed to report back to Richardson with anything…untoward.” Tom shook his head. “He was absolutely convinced Liz was sleeping with someone higher up.”

”What, he thought she’d do the same for him?” Kathy snorted, only half-joking.

”Evidently. He ain’t got it as bad for her as he does for María, I’ve heard him say some damn awful things. Like, make you lose your lunch, sick.”

Kathy shook her head, she didn’t want to think about that. “What happened?”

“I realised that Richardson was wrong about plenty. Especially Liz.” Tom thought back to that fateful day Muldoon locked them both in the cupboard to work things out. “Everything he told me about her was a lie. That she was a spoiled, dumb, little wh-…uh…”

“Say it.” Kathy insisted. “You need to.”

“He called her a whore.” Tom looked thoroughly ashamed. “I believed him.”

“Past tense?” She pointed out. “So you definitely aren’t his right-hand-man anymore?”

“Eh, I’ve pissed him off one too many times, I reckon. Liz has done nothing wrong, God forbid she’s actually good at her job, and he didn’t like it when I told him so.” Tom smirked. “She’s alright. Though I do miss really winding her up.”

“You still do that.” Kathy pointed out.

“Yeah. Even if anything…happened-“ Tom cleared his throat. “I’d probably stay quiet about it now.”

“Well, aren’t you a saint.” She remarked.

“Muldoon’s a good man. He’s fair. Which means a lot around here.” He looked downtrodden. “But I’m still not sure he does anything other than tolerate me.”

”No, he likes you.” Kathy told him, her voice rising in pitch. He snorted at her obvious lie. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Well, he doesn’t hate you!” She exclaimed. “That’s an achievement.”

”He told you?” His expression brightened.

”Something like that.” Kathy nodded. “He tells me most things, verbally or otherwise, I can usually figure him out.”

“You’re lucky.” Tom sounded genuinely envious. “I can’t read the guy at all. I just-…nah…”

”Go on.”

“Promise not to make fun?”

“Cross my heart.”

”I don’t care what Richardson thinks of me anymore.” Tom hesitated. “I kind of care, a lot, about what Muldoon thinks.”

Dare he even think it, let alone utter the words, he wanted the guy to be proud of him. Something he’d never, ever, get. Pathetic. Goddamn, what a loser.

”I think you’re doing okay.” Kathy told him quietly. He’d made wrong choices, sure, but Tom could still turn it all around. “Recently you’ve been almost bearable.”

“I’ll take that.”

“So, what’s next for Richardson’s white supremacy vision?” Kathy leaned back and stared at the ceiling, blinking hard. She’d thought of Rico again, and the tears were threatening to make another appearance.

“Well, it’s not good. Travis says he never goes out in the park with them. His own team is getting pissed off with him. They want what we have. They want a Muldoon.”

”Mutiny?”

”Maybe.” Tom agreed. “It’s not gonna be pretty.”

“I might not be here to see it.” Kathy sighed. “Shame.”

“You’re dead set on heading back to the States, huh?”

“I’m going to my new job at the Smithsonian.” She said fiercely. “Nothing’s gonna change that. It’s really important to me. The interview was terrifying.”

”I get it.” He glanced at her sideways. “I still got a couple months with you, right?” “With me?” She raised an eyebrow. “Why, you planning on doing better?”

“Well, yeah.” Self-improvement was a relatively new concept. “Even if nothing…-I’d like to think we could hang out more. Just us, maybe. I could be your acc-…accom-…accomp-…the fella who plays guitar.”

”Can you even play guitar?” “Well, not yet. But I’d learn how if you would sing for me.”

“Very good.” Kathy smiled, in spite of herself. “Here’s what I want-“

”You want it, you got it.”

“Listen up. Prove you’re on my side.” She deliberately tapped the countertop between each word. “It’s that simple. Just don’t be a dick anymore, Tom.”

“Can I still be a little bit of a dick? Only not to you.”

”As long as you’re not a huge dick.”

“I’ll be your dick.” He thought he’d blown it, wincing. “Wait, no-“

Fortunately, she laughed. “There are far too many length descriptors in this conversation for my liking.”

“Sorry.” ”’S’okay. By all means, be a useful dick when appropriate to do so. Be our dick.” Kathy finally got up to leave, even if she couldn’t sleep, she still needed to crash out on her bed. “And boy, you better start learning guitar.”

***

Lizzy gave a final look to her dress, crumpled like a dead bird in the sink, no longer red, no longer a one-piece, balled it up and threw it in the trash.

If Regis was really that pressed about it, he could take it out of her salary. She didn’t care. She would be happy to never see that man again.

Call off your dog.

Bastard. She whispered at her own reflection in the mirror. Makeup washed away, she still didn’t recognise herself. The haunted look in her eyes, and gritty blood trapped under her fingernails kept pulling her back to the moment she had rolled Rico‘s body over and seen what resembled a dissection diagram laid out on the muddy ground at her feet.

But she had finally pulled herself back into enough recognisable pieces to face the world. She reminded herself it wasn’t over yet. She was acting like Rico was already dead. Everyone else was too.

He may as well be.

She wondered if the helicopter had made it to Bahía Anasco. If they had found a doctor. If he had still been alive at that point. So many what-if’s and no answers.

Lizzy padded up to the kitchen in her bare feet and the clothes she usually slept in, hair still in damp ringlets after towel-drying.

She heard Kathy and Tom’s voices, talking low and hushed. It sounded like an important conversation. Suspiciously resembling a heart-to-heart.

Lizzy was about to push her way in to join them, but changed her mind.

She would be kidding herself, and them, by third-wheeling. She didn’t want to think anymore. She didn’t want to chat.

She knew exactly what she wanted. And who she wanted it from. Lizzy about-turned and marched back down the corridor, arriving outside a door that wasn’t hers, but one she knew well.

Screw the goddamn rules.

Knock knock. And because she was in a spectacularly bad mood, still seething at Regis, she kicked the door for good measure.

He didn’t answer fast enough for her liking.

She wondered if Muldoon also wasn’t in the mood for talking. That was alright, because talking wasn’t what she had in mind. Knock knock kick again.

Chances were, he already knew it was her, and for whatever reason, was keeping her waiting. Lizzy jogged from foot to foot impatiently, he needed to hurry up, before anyone saw what she was up to.

There would be questions. The park warden regarded her suspiciously as he finally opened his door.

“Well, you look a damn sight better.”

”I don’t feel any better.” She answered bluntly.

“Likewise.”

Lizzy sidled closer, hoping he’d take the hint. She waited expectantly for him to let her in, but he just stood, unmoving in the doorway.

“Why are you here, Armstrong?”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“What’s wrong with Baker’s company?”

“She and Tom are having a moment.”

“Really?” He looked genuinely interested. “Strange.”

“I know, right?” Lizzy shook her head, ready to elaborate, then realised she was being misdirected. ”That’s not the point!”

“Then get to it.” His expression didn’t change. “Quickly.”

“I don’t want Kathy. I want you.”

She wanted to feel safe. With Kathy, she was the protector, always the protector, always looking out for everybody, with her siblings, co-workers, even bloody Simon. She wanted to be protected, for a change. Just for one day.

Muldoon looked exasperated. “We’ve already been through this, we can’t-“

“Please.”

“This isn’t a good time.”

“Look, here. I have had quite possibly the worst day of my adult life, and-…why? What are you doing?” Her gaze flicked past him to the table. “Oh, you better not be-“

He defensively moved to block her view. “So what if I am? Rough night and all that.”

“You are!” She cried in dismay. “Seriously? Are you trying to kick me when I’m down?”

“Then leave, if you don’t want to see it. Go back to your own room, and stay there.”

She became apoplectic with him. How dare he? They were all struggling, and he’d chosen to suffer alone, again. Turning to drink, instead of company. Instead of the rest of the team. Instead of her.

But this time, she wasn’t running away. Not without a fight.

“Absolutely not.”

Lizzy ducked under his arm in a flash and headed straight for the table.

She knew she had to get through to him somehow, and she had a feeling it wouldn’t be pretty.

Lizzy snatched the bottle off the table and looked him dead in the eyes as she started necking down the contents.

“For Christ’s sake, Armstrong-“

“It’s not nice, is it?” Lizzy stopped for breath, head already swimming, throat on fire, dodged him and continued downing gulps of whiskey as she tried to evade, keeping the table between them. “Watching me do this to myself?”

No, it wasn’t nice. It was bloody awful.

Lizzy nearly tripped, swallowed the wrong way and started a coughing fit. Christ, it burned. But she recovered quickly, from years of practice as a teenager in the darkest alleys of Glasgow.

“Serves you right.”

“God ‘sake, this is awful stuff.” She peered at the label on the bottle, struggling without her glasses. “Eighteen-year? I don’t bloody think so! You really drink this?”

“Not tonight, apparently.”

“Then I may as well just pour the rest of it away?” She stepped backwards and hovered the bottle tauntingly through the open window, threatening to upend it. “Remove temptation.”

“Alright, that’s enough, Lizzy.”

“First name?” She smirked, but set the bottle back down on solid ground. “Oh, I am in trouble.”

It felt all wrong. She hadn’t dared confront anyone about a possible alcohol problem since she’d ended up with a broken arm in her teens. Her shoulder was aching that very moment, from the cold and rain, and she rolled it unconsciously, a nervous habit, stretching it out with an audible creak.

Muldoon watched her do it, the way her mouth tightened involuntarily from the pain she was used to dealing with every single day. Not all of it physical.

He couldn’t do this to her. She was trying to help him. Trying to fix something, since she had failed to fix Esteves, in the jungle.

Her eyes were a little out of focus as she glared at him. He waved a hand slowly back and forth, and as her gaze followed, it was definitely lagging.

“Are you wrecked? Already?” He sank down on the bed, looking incredibly weary. “I thought your sort knew how to handle your drink.”

“You would assume so.” Lizzy hiccuped. “Funnily enough, I can’t stand whisky anymore. How’s that for ironic?”

“You’re a ridiculous woman.” Then partly to himself. “Who in their right mind would-“

”If I drink it all, there’s none for you.” She was beginning to sway back and forth with a thousand-yard stare. “Actually, mate, I don’t feel very good.”

Lizzy barely drank anymore, for personal and obvious reasons. When she did, she could hardly keep up with Kathy, and she didn’t even want to.

“Ridiculous.” He repeated. “Go, get into bed, now.”

Lizzy only blinked at him, stunned.

“To sleep, you lunatic. You’re half-cut.”

She raised a finger and whispered very deliberately. “That may be true.”

Even in her bleary state, she’d spotted a loophole.

He’d made no mention of Lizzy getting in her own bed. And he wasn’t sending her away that easily.

She started undressing, right in front of him. She’d made up her mind she was staying the night. Hell nor high water was getting her out of that room. He was not drinking on her watch. This was a stakeout.

“What are you-“

“Maybe you should try the thirty-four-year-old instead.” Lizzy interrupted loudly as she slid her shorts down over her hips, kicking them off across the room. “Just saying.”

“The thirty-four-year-old is really testing my patience.”

“But will make you feel so much better.” She sidled over, standing in front of him with bare legs. “No hangover.”

“Just a permanent headache.” He replied cynically.

“Tastes better, too.” Her eyebrow twitched suggestively, and the mood changed in an instant.

His gaze was now dragging over her body in an entirely different way. “Does she, now?”

She murmured affirmation as she bent forward and took both his hands in hers, placing them around her middle. Lizzy lifted the hem of her baggy t-shirt, getting ready to pull it over her head.

“Lizzy-“ He warned. This was going too far.

“Have you had enough of me?” She asked in a low voice.

Never. But he didn’t want her like this. Not at his best, for lack of a better phrase. He’d already made it a fair way through the bottle before she’d rudely interrupted.

He told her as much, but it didn’t seem to put her off at all.

Lizzy smiled coyly. “Who says you have to do anything?“ She was looking at him from under her eyelashes as she elaborated. “I like being in charge too, y’know?”

She had very nice legs, strong legs. It was difficult to push away the thought of those on either side of his, straddling him, if she took the lead, as she was implying.

She felt good, as he was running his fingers up and down her thighs. Watching her shiver and arch her back slightly, battling whether to reach up and squeeze that lovely rear of hers before thinking better of it and letting his hands drop down, away from her body. Lizzy’s smile faded and she folded her arms over her chest.

“I know, Lizzy. But you’ve been drinking.”

“So have you.” She quite rightly pointed out.

“Makes it double the mistake then, I’m afraid-“ he held her gaze, “-fucking you.”

The sound of Lizzy’s sharp intake of breath filled the whole room. She’d never heard him say that word before, it was always damn this, bloody that. And it honestly shocked her. The switch was flipped between them, and she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.

He did that on purpose.

“Very chivalrous.” She stammered awkwardly, recovering her ability to speak after a flustered moment and sat down beside him, spell broken. “You must hate always being right.”

“Now more than ever.”

She stretched and flopped back on his bed. God, she was exhausted. The chill from the wind and rain had cut down to her bones. Though the taste was lingering on her tongue in a way she wasn’t a fan of, the burning scotch was starting to warm her up pleasantly from the inside, her lids were so heavy. She felt herself sinking downwards, gradually relaxing muscles that she didn’t even know she’d been tensing.

Felt like home. Not Glasgow, not New York, but exactly the way her bunk smelled in her favourite place in the world at the end of a long, hot day. Of the outdoors, and sun-warmed leather.

Going to rest my eyes, just for a second. Got to stay awake-

He was talking to her again, but she was too tired to process what he was saying.

“Uh-huh, yeah…I’m still here…” She mumbled.

Then oblivion.

“Armstrong?” No answer. “…Lizzy?”

When he looked around she was fast asleep with her mouth open, sprawled out and limbs pointing in all directions.

He didn’t have the heart to wake her.

“Suppose you are staying, then.”

***

By Christ, she snored.

Rhinoceroses were quieter. The damn tyrannosaur was quieter.

But it was oddly reassuring, instead of the usual dead silence, alone with too many of his own thoughts. Like heavy rain on tent canvas, or cicadas.

If it were a biblical plague of cicadas Muldoon thought to himself.

She hadn’t stirred when he’d picked up her legs to move her underneath the covers. If anything, she’d snored even louder in protest.

He’d swithered for a long while about actually getting into bed with her. It almost felt wrong it was that easy, after months of thinking about this exact situation, and she wasn’t even awake.

It was her idea in the first place. Where else could he go, sleep in his damn Jeep?

He couldn’t do that to her, just leave her to wake up alone. She needed him, come looking for him for a reason, though slightly misguided.

But this is not a reward. She won’t stay next time. She’ll leave and not come back.

Muldoon vowed to do his best to make sure there wouldn’t be a next time. This was his last chance.

Armstrong’s ridiculous, half-baked, hastily-constructed plan had paid off.

Ridiculous, indeed. She was the most ridiculous woman he’d ever met.

And brave. Damn brave, to face him in this state. With that thought, Muldoon felt incredibly guilty. She shouldn’t have had to do all that in an attempt to get through to him.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what he would have done if it had been Armstrong attacked, instead of Esteves. If she were the one lying cold and motionless, headed to the mainland for the last time.

But she was alive, only sleeping, and she was right there.

He watched her chest rise and fall for a few minutes, just to reassure himself she was unharmed. Her ribcage wasn’t caved in, her skin wasn’t leaching colour from exsanguination.

She was warm and soft and kept on fidgeting endlessly, limbs pointing in every direction, shuffling closer to him in her sleep, until he was pressed against the wall and couldn’t possibly move any further away from her.

When she flung a hand out restlessly, reaching for something he couldn’t see, Muldoon gave up and put an arm around her middle, letting her in.

Can’t say I didn’t try. She sighed softly, resumed snoring at quite frankly worrying decibels and stopped twitching every half a second.

The whiskey glass, still in its place on the table caught his eye, glinting in the moonlight.

For the first time in a very long while, he didn’t want it.

No, this would do instead.

***

Thanks for reading!

#jurassic park oc #living dangerously #welcome to jurassic park #oc: dr lizzy armstrong #jurassic park female oc #jurassic park #jurassic park fanfiction #my writing #robert muldoon #robert muldoon x female oc #my fanfiction #jurassic park fic #robert muldoon x ofc

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butterfrogmantis · 1 year

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Epic fight momence based on a dream I had last night

Dream logic doesn't have to make sense of course but I've been trying to rationalise it personally. See Kheprii is a divine guardian will-o-the-wisp for an ancient tomb, she shouldn't rlly be anywhere near Smurf village or even Belgium haha. So in terms of Smurf lore she's the ex of Moira, the Scottish Wisp (blue w/ orange 'hair', defo been posted in here) who's secretly involved w/ Quixotic and therefore yes, Smurf Village.

So in order for anything like this to happen Moira would likely have to steal from Kheprii (again) and for Kheprii to track her back to Smurf Village since Moira hangs out there trying to steal Don's golden eagle. Lets say Moira and Quixy weren't there at the time tho. Now the other smurfs are confused and scared and whilst Kheprii demands her whatever-creature-got-stolen back in descends into 'we aint got got yer darn whatsitmijig' which turns to Kheprii threatening more magical measures if her creature isn't returned. Diligent being the tall buff brave lad he is just goes on up and goes head to head for the sake of the village.

And now we have dream scene of epic battle full of tension. I'll let you decide what kind /lh

Kheprii and Diligent are mine

#smurfs #the smurfs #BFM ng: Diligent #BFM oc: Kheprii

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brainyxbat · 7 days

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Chapter 13: Hiriluk's Cherry Blossoms! Miracle in the Drum Rockies

(episode 90)

"I will make cherry blossoms bloom. Once my invention is complete, this country will be saved! I'll save this country as a doctor one day."

"Humph! Didn't you mean "destroy the country"? This is a winter island, where it's bitter cold year around. Cherry blossoms won't bloom here."

"They will! I was a hopeless thug, and dying, but I lived on after seeing those cherry blossoms. I was able to have a profound change of heart. Every human in this world can be saved! There's no disease in this world that can't be cured." Chopper sat atop the castle, away from the crowd, as the exchange ran through his mind. "I raised this skull towards all the diseases! This is a symbol of the belief that nothing is impossible! By raising this, I'll fight just like pirates do! Chopper, go out to sea someday. If you do, you'll understand very well how small your problems are."

He somberly watched the flag billow in the wind. "Doctor... I..." A pair of hands grabbed the ledge nearby. "Hm?"

Luffy. "I found you!" He pulled himself up, and started chasing him again. "Hey, monster! Come with us!"

"Hm?" Vivi and Usopp turned back when Dalton fell to his knees.

"Ah!" Vivi ran to him, with Usopp and Venus close behind. "Are you all right, Dalton-san?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just felt a little drained. That's all. I'll be fine if I get some rest."

"Hey, you guys!"

"Hm?" Zoro turned.

"Ah! D-Dr. Kureha!"

"Hm?" Zoro tilted his head in confusion.

"Are you happy, brats?" She pointed back to the castle. "Take the injured guy to the medical ward."

"Ahh!" Zoro realized. "You're that damn old hag!"

Kureha took him out with one punch, and one kick. "And anyone else injured too!"

"Y-yes, Ma'am!"

"Don't dilly-dally! Do you want the same experience as this man?!" As they worked, with Venus being escorted inside, she turned to Usopp. "You, Long-Nose."

"Huh?"

Earlier on, she had seen him lend his coat to Venus after she had lost hers. "Take care of your little girl. She's not that bright."

He blushed, as he nodded. "I-I will. B-b-but she is bright!" He stammered.

Inside the castle, Nami and Sanji were huddling out of sight. "Nami-san, you should have your sickness treated all the way."

"Quiet!" She whispered. "If I don't escape from here now, our departure for Alabasta will be delayed by two days! Do you wanna see Vivi keep suffering?!"

"Stop grumbling, you two; and get back to the medical ward!"

"Ahhhh!" They screamed when Kureha suddenly kicked a large hole in the wall, just above their heads.

As Zoro sulked on the ground, Usopp started rolling a big snowball, as if he wasn't shivering in his overalls, and snow pants. "I-I-I'm Usopp~! C-C-Captain Usopp~!" He sang to himself through his teeth chattering, and breath shaking.

"Get your jacket back, moron," Zoro ordered, "Venus is in bed."

"N-n-no! W-w-what if she n-n-needs it later?"

The swordsman rolled his eyes, as the bump on his head pulsated. "Your chattering teeth are getting annoying. And I'm not giving you mine."

The residents listened fearfully, one even covering his ears, as a screaming, strapped-down Sanji's back injuries were worked on. "As I thought, his injuries have gotten worse, since he overexerted himself." She walked out with a bottle of plum sake, and downed it. Nami, Venus, and Dalton looked on from their respective beds, with Vivi sitting on Nami's. "Now, Dalton. Where's the key to this arsenal? You know where it is, right?"

"Key to the arsenal... why do you need such a thing?" Nami perked up.

"It's none of your business."

"That key was... always carried by Wapol from long ago," Dalton recalled, "So if it's still the case, it flew off with Wapol into the sky."

"What?! Is that right?! Oh, darn."

"Doctorine," Nami addressed her.

"Hm?"

"About the treatment fee for our crew, would you make it all free? Also, would you discharge me right away?"

"Did you ask just for the heck of it, knowing it's all impossible? As my fee, I'll take the entire cargo and money on your ship. And you'll stay here, and rest at least for two more days!"

"Nami-san, she's right!" Vivi said. "You should be treated all the way!"

"I'll be fine, since I don't feel like I'll die!" Nami assured.

"For now," Venus muttered.

"That can't be a reason!" Vivi protested, but to her surprise, Nami pulled out a key on a ring, twirling it on her finger. "Ah..."

"You need the key to the arsenal, right?"

"What?!" Dalton sat up in shock. "Why do you have that key?!"

"Is that the real one?" A surprised Kureha asked. "How'd you get it?!"

"I stole it."

"What?!"

Kureha leaned into Nami's face. "You've got guts dictating terms to me like that. You really are an unbelievable girl."

"You have no idea," Venus smirked.

"Okay then... you don't have to pay my fee." She snatched the key away. "But that's all." She pulled her purple blazer on over her cropped t-shirt, and headed out of the room. "I can't accept the other term as a doctor."

"Wait a sec!" Nami glared. "If that's the case, I can't give the key to you! Give it back!"

Kureha stopped, and pointed right at her. "Listen, girl. I have to leave this room now, to take care of things. There's a drawer chest with my coat in the back room. And it's not like I'm posting guards; also, that young man's backbone treatment is already complete. But listen, don't you dare escape!" She turned to the men standing around. "You guys, come with me. I need you for heavy lifting."

"Yes, ma'am!" They followed her out of the room, the door closing behind them.

"She told me to wear her coat, take Sanji-kun, and escape using this chance," Nami claimed.

"Yeah," Vivi agreed, "That's how it sounded to me too."

"Hm?" Dalton eyed them suspiciously.

"Oh boy," Venus mumbled.

Later, Chopper panted, as he sat on another section of the roof after losing Luffy. "I sure ran around a lot. Night came before I even knew. I don't hear voices anymore; looks like they're gone." He thought about the offer given to him. "This is for the best. I can't leave this place." He looked up at the sky. "It's a full moon tonight."

"Hey!" Luffy called from the ground. "Reindeer!"

"Hm? No way! They're still looking for me!"

"Let's be pirates together!"

"Hey, Luffy," Usopp frowned sympathetically, "Just give it up. He hasn't shown up, even after all our efforts to find him."

"He doesn't wanna be a pirate," Zoro added.

"That's not true!" Luffy insisted. "I wanna take him with us!"

"Like I said, that's what you want, right?!" Zoro shouted.

Chopper listened from the rooftop. 'It's not that I don't wanna go.'

"Reindeer! Come out, reindeer!"

Chopper started to reconsider, but shook his head, urging himself to ignore the calls. 'But I won't go. I can't go! I'm not like those guys!'

"Hm?" Luffy looked back at the footsteps, and perked up. "Reindeer!"

Usopp and Zoro watched curiously, as the girls, Nami now wearing a black coat, dragged Sanji out the door. "Tony-kun!" Nami saw Chopper, as he stood silently.

"Hey, let's be pirates together! Okay?!" Luffy offered again.

"It's not possible."

"Yes it is, since it's fun!"

"Hey, you don't make sense," Usopp scolded.

"But..." Chopper suddenly glared at them. "But I'm a reindeer! I have antlers, and hooves! I even have a blue nose!" Nami watched with sympathy, remembering Kureha's words. "Can you guys heal the scar in his heart?" "It's true... that I wanna be a pirate, but... I'm not even a human! I'm a monster!" Venus' eye teared up; memories of being called so ran through her mind. "I can't become your friend! So... I just came to say thank you. I do appreciate you guys. Thank you for asking me to join you." Everyone listened on. "I'll stay here, but..." He smiled. "One day, if you feel like it, stop by agai-"

"Shut up!" Luffy cut him off, with his fists pumped in the air, startling Venus. "Let's go!" As Chopper started choking up, everyone smiled... except an injured Sanji, and a bemused Zoro.

"You don't ask people to join you by telling them to shut up," Zoro lectured, before Chopper started to cry.

As he put a snowball on top with Venus' help, Usopp turned to the navigator. "Hey, Nami! Are you really okay?"

She gave a thumbs-up. "I'm fine! I'm feeling great!"

"There!" Usopp announced. "To commemorate our reaching here, I built Snow Queen V!"

"Hey, let's go say goodbye to that old lady doctor, and acorn pops too," Luffy suggested, rolling along on a snowball.

"Zoro!" Venus exclaimed when he kicked the bottom snowball.

"Hey, how dare you kick Snow Queen V!" Usopp shouted. "How disrespectful!"

"Don't be silly," Nami turned Luffy down, "Let him be alone with Doctorine. He lived with her alone for 6 years. It'll sure be a tearful farewell. Doctorine acts like that in front of us, but she actually is a kind person."

"Hmmm, really?"

"Then we're really leaving here without saying anything to her, huh?" Usopp asked.

"Of course. Once Chopper comes, we'll go down the mountain, and set sail immediately... to Alabasta!"

"Yes!" Venus cheered.

"You're fine with that too, right, Vivi?"

She smiled from her place knelt by Sanji. "Yeah, if a doctor comes with us."

"A doctor?" Luffy glided over.

"Okay then, I'll get the ropeway ready." Usopp started to walk off. "Hey, Luffy! Give me a hand."

"I didn't realize there was a ropeway," Luffy followed him, "That's amazing!"

Zoro grabbed Venus' wrist when she went to follow, noticing the bandages. "Hold on. What happened to your fingers?"

She looked downward. "Well..."

From the harsh climb, the fingertips of Venus' gloves were starting to wear out. Inevitably, when she grabbed on, she slid back down, her fingers suffering the same fate as his. "Ahhh!" She screamed in pain, leaving shorter trails, before quickly tightening her grip on the mountain.

"Venus!" He shouted through clenched teeth.

"I'm fine!" She cried. "Keep going! I see the top!"

"I see. You'd better not use your powers for a while."

She turned away sheepishly. "Little late for that."

When Wapol wasn't looking, Venus went to work in sculpting a crude snow decoy in her likeness. 'Let's hope this'll keep him busy, so I can take care of him,' She thought to herself. To finish it off, she stripped out of her coat, and put it on the decoy.

She grimaced when he ate the whole thing, coat included, in one huge bite.

He couldn't help but smirk. "You're just as reckless as Luffy sometimes."

She giggled. "Well, I'm not helpless, y'know."

Inside the castle, the men were lugging cannons out of the arsenal room, per Kureha's orders. "Now, hurry up and take them out! Once they're outside the gates, line them up!"

"Dr. Kureha! What are we taking so many cannons out of the arsenal for?"

She smiled, cluing them in that she had a plan up her sleeve. "Just hurry up, and take them out!" The still-bedridden Dalton looked up when she walked in. "Oh? It seems there are some patients missing."

"They escaped... disobeying your order."

"I see. What am I going to do with them?" She griped, and drank more sake.

"Doctorine! Doctorine!" An ecstatic Chopper burst into the room, and panted at the door. "I have something to talk about with you!"

"Chopper, where have you been? Go downstairs, and help them take the cannons out."

"Listen, Doctorine! I'm gonna be a pirate!" He announced. "I'm going with them!"

"What?!"

"I'm going out to sea. I'll join them as a ship's doctor, and travel around the world!"

There it was; her plan was setting into motion. "Don't be ridiculous!" She shouted angrily. "Now, listen. You're my only assistant! Who do you think taught you medicine?! Or are you saying you don't feel any gratitude towards me?!"

"Th-that's not true! I do appreciate you, Doctorine! I also love this land where I met Doctor, and you!"

"Humph! Then you can stay here. You can't live in a fine castle like this, no matter where you go." He stared on sadly. "Pirates are good for nothing! You'll end up dead in no time."

"That's okay!"

"Don't talk so cocky! I've never heard of a mere reindeer going out to sea."

"That's right, I'm a reindeer!" He glared. "But I'm a man too!"

His argument rendered her silent for a moment. "You sure talk big. In any case, I won't allow it. If you wanna leave that bad, you have to get through me first!"

Poor Chopper felt betrayed. "Doctorine..." An axe stuck into the wall right by his head, making him jump away.

"A crybaby like you is a man?!" She grabbed another. "Don't make me laugh!"

"Doctorine...but they... understand."

"Shut up!" The other axe was thrown dangerously close.

Kureha grabbed more weapons, including a spiked mace. "I won't allow you to have your way!" He backed out of the room, and ran like mad down the hall. "Come back, Chopper!" She ran after him, chucking the weapons. "Wait!"

The commotion was noticed by the men readying the cannons. "It seems noisy."

"Well, no matter what's going on, we'd better take the cannons in this arsenal outside the castle, or Dr. Kureha will throw a spear or something at us."

"Don't be silly."

"Wait!" They turned, and saw her running furiously after Chopper. "I won't let you escape! Chopper! Come back!" They dodged spears when he ran through them.

"What's going on?" Zoro wondered aloud. "It's noisy inside the castle."

"Gee, how thoughtless," Nami remarked, "Why can't they be quiet when others are saying farewell?"

He dragged out a wooden sleigh, and changed into a traditional reindeer form to pull it. "I'm sorry, Doctorine! But I wanna see the world!"

A spear made him look back; Kureha was still after him. "What do you think someone like you can do at sea?! Are you gonna live a fantasy, just like that quack did?!"

'You're wrong!' He thought through his sprint. 'It wasn't a fantasy! Doctor's research had actually been completed!'

"Hey, he's coming," Zoro pointed out, "Hm?!"

"What?!" Nami exclaimed. "What's going on?!"

"She's chasing him!" Venus gaped.

Usopp peeked out from the elevator. "Hey! The ropeway is rea-hm?"

Chopper was running towards them. "Everyone! Get on the sleigh! We'll go down the mountain!"

"What?!"

"Ooh, sounds fun!" Venus perked up, before a mace was thrown their way, landing in the snow.

"Hey, look. What the heck is that?" A Gyasta resident pointed at the full moon.

"Ah! That's the witch's sleigh!"

Chopper was running along the ropeway, pulling the loaded sleigh behind him. "Hold on, Luffy!" Venus held his hands tightly, ignoring her sore fingertips when he was on the verge of flying out. Kureha watched him go, as her mind flooded with memories of the good times they shared.

"What was that?!"

"It was Dr. Kureha's reindeer."

"The ones on the sleigh were those pirates!"

"What happened up there?!"

"What the heck happened to Wapol? Is Dalton-san okay?!"

"Yahoo!" Luffy cheered, after they had leaped down into the forest. "That felt good! Hey, do it again!"

"You idiot!" Nami scolded. "We're setting sail right away!"

"I-I thought I'd die," Usopp panted.

"That was awesome!" Venus exclaimed.

"Hm?" Sanji woke up. "Where am I?!"

"Ah, Sanji-san!" Vivi sighed in relief. "You came to?"

Now outside, Dalton watched Kureha look on, feeling concerned about the events from earlier. "Was it okay to bid farewell like that?"

She chuckled lightly. "A pet I was taking care of is being taken in by someone else. That's all." He could tell that she was staying strong through the reindeer's departure. "I don't like... tears." As her eyes contradicted her last statement, Dalton smiled warmly.

She turned to walk past him, whacking his sore chest. "Ow!"

"Come with me! We have to prepare a flashy send-off!"

"Ouch..."

As Chopper ran, he remembered a significant time for Hiriluk. "I finally did it... this is it. I've waited for this reaction for 30 years." 'Doctor! It wasn't just a fantasy, right?!' He thought through his sprint. 'Your research was completed then, right?! Or was that a lie too?' "I did it, Chopper! My research succeeded!" 'Did you lie, because I'd be sad if you died without saying so? "Nothing is impossible for the man who raised a flag with a skull!" Please say it again, Doctor!'

At the castle, all the cannons were readied, one by one. "Are you ready, young men?!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Fire!"

Dalton was confused, as the cannons were fired on her command. "Dr. Kureha! What in the world?"

"Just shut up, and watch."

Every town nearby noticed the noise, but didn't know what was going on. "Dr. Kureha! We shot all of them!"

"Light them up!" On cue, as the townspeople stared, the sky lit up.

Down the hill, the crew had stopped their sleigh ride, Chopper back in his small form, to see what was happening. "Amazing," Nami beamed.

"Yeah," Zoro bluntly agreed.

Venus stared in awe. "It's so beautiful."

Chopper was completely silent. "This is the answer that I found spending 30 years." He recalled Hiriluk's words.

Dalton smiled at the result. "What a fantastic sight this is."

Kureha chuckled. "I can't understand what that idiot was thinking."

Chopper began tearing up, as the snow gradually turned a soft pink. "Doctor! Doctorine!" His soft cries turned into full-on sobs; the Drum Rocky now looked like a huge, majestic cherry blossom tree!

Kureha teared up again, as she heard him from high up. "Now, have a safe trip, my stupid son."

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fear-tear · 1 year

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Sonic Lost World if SEGA hired a proof-reader (PART 9: Sonic’s darkest hour)

PART 8: https://fear-tear.tumblr.com/post/705086843364016129/sonic-lost-world-if-sega-hired-a-proof-reader

A recurring word in the original dialogue was “revenge”. ...which doesn’t make any sense. The Zeti wanted to take revenge on Eggman, but they had no reason to hold a grudge to Sonic (I know he defeated them in the boss fights, but the Zeti were never actually defeated or humiliated)

In my version, the Zeti want to beat Sonic mentally and phisically in order to make him join them... or kill him trying.

Yep, the scene ends HERE. We’re going to be left wondering how or if Tails would get out of this predicament.

(And who cares if players would feel even more robbed of a Tails boss fight, keeping the suspence is more important)

Now, here’s the most nonsensical scene in the game: Sonic playing with pebbles on a bridge. Even with the original context in mind, it makes no sense.

To quote HellfireComms: “Yes, Sonic, that’s a big drop! You can see it, you don’t need to drop little rocks to see how far it goes down, you can see the lava!”

Well, brace yourself folks, because I managed to find a legitimate reason for Sonic to drop rocks now!

It’s to see if he triggers some traps! Because THAT is what Sonic was supposed to learn after the Tails accident: to slow down, be careful, and pay attention to his surroundings!

This also adds to the imminent “tragedy”: Sonic learnt his lesson, yes, but it’s too late and pointless now: the Zeti attack, and Eggman “sacrifices” himself for Sonic.

(for the sake of pace, I’d like to switch Act 1 and Act 2. So it looks like the Zeti temporarly lost sight of Sonic and found him again after the grind rails level)

Next, the scene that broke me.

No need for changes, moving on.

Sonic still tries to put a facade with his snarky trowbacks, but he’s so emotionally flated by this point, ZOR is the first to see right through him.

UNPOPULAR OPINION: it’s cute when Sonic shows emotions with his ears, but it’s also distracting when the situation is supposed to be really desperate. So, Sonic emoting with just his face is perfect for me.

Now it’s Zeena’s turn to roast Sonic.

(also, it is kind of canon that Zeena finds Tails cute, see how she reacted when she saw him in the capsule)

(Sonic’s smile is so adorable oh my gosh)

And now, let’s give Tails a reason for why he didn’t join Sonic in the next battle.

(I wanted a hug darn it) Anyway, Sonic’s immediate instinct is to assign Tails with the task of locating the Eggstractor. Tails’ little gesture with his fist can be seen as him saying “yeah I got this”.

Sonic’s almost hysterical laughs at the end are due to the adrenaline rush and the immense joy of having his best friend back.

NEXT TIME, THE STUNNING CONCLUSION

#sonic lost world #sonic the hedgehog #Miles Tails Prower #Dr. Eggman #eggman #tails #sonic #deadly six #zavok #zomom #zazz #zor #zeena #master zik

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After Dark~(Batman x Vigilante Reader), Chapter 3.

Read chapters 1 and 2! Find it on my ‘posts’

Genre: Mystery

Setting: A café from ‘The Batman’ 2022.. Let’s just call it Gotham Café 😫

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of adult themes.

Word count: 3k

Author Notes: Hey, it’s me!! Back with chapter 3 of this series.. This one came out relatively quick compared to the last chap as I was quick to come up with ideas for this one😄. Anyways, this is also a chill chap and it basically gives you slight background info on the reader, a.k.a Red. Hope you guys enjoy and pls let me know what y’all think!😉

P.S There also might be slight ‘tension’ between Bruce and reader😳. It all depends on your perspective..👀👀

You walked through the dark city streets of Gotham to reach your final destination for the night- your apartment. Nothing too fancy, or special but just enough to serve the purpose. You walked and walked.. your legs ached from the uncomfortable heels you wore for the night, for your little trip to the Iceberg Lounge to meet up with Batman. You were all dolled up before, but now your mascara was running and your foundation fading from the heavy rain that hit. Despite all these years living in Gotham, and experiencing the heavy torrential rain that often fell without warning, you never learned what the importance of having an umbrella was in this city. Well at least now you did. “Fuck”, you groaned and kept walking. You made sure to stay in the shadows of the sidewalk and not attract any unwanted attention to you. Who knows what’d happen if some creep sees a young woman walking all alone in the middle of the night? Not that you were scared or anything, but you just didn’t feel like fighting anyone right now..

****

You opened your apartment door and it made of loud-ass creaking noise. “Stupid door” you mumbled irritated. It did that all the time and you particularly hated it, especially when you arrived home late at night after your tiring shifts at Falcone’s. You darn well hoped that it didn’t wake the neighbours.

You got inside and threw your fur coat on the couch. You were absolutely wrecked..Well, mostly from the rain and walking back in fucking high-heels..

You sat down, letting out a huge sigh and slumped onto the couch, resting your head on a pillow. You really needed a break. From all this. You needed a break from yourself and from this city. They were both wearing you out, but you knew you couldn’t because of this Godamn psychopath that has been running around and hunting down the Mayor for Christ’s sake. And you new he wasn’t done just yet. He had more victims in mind and he was going to strike again, soon..Very soon. The city is going to drown if someone doesn’t save it from this monster and you weren’t going to just sit around and let that happen. Even though you were pretty sure your contribution to the saving of Gotham was a bare minimum, you still had to try. The ratio between good people and bad people in Gotham was pretty uneven, so whatever you did was worth it in the end. Or so in your eyes…

It would take you years to be as influential as the Bat, but you weren’t gonna give up just yet. Besides you only had limited money and technology when Batman possessed both in vast amounts. Oh yeah, the guy had to be rich. You had some theories In mind of who the caped crusader could be, but you weren’t able to come to a conclusion just yet. Maybe you’re going to have to see of yourself later.. And you assured yourself you will. After all the cryptic riddles and enigmas have been cracked.

****

You once again found yourself walking on the cold city streets of Gotham. It was early as 6 in the morning and the cold morning air stung you. It was drizzling lightly and you were sure that it would only get worse, so you opened up the umbrella you actually bothered to bring, and held it up over you. You were walking to your workplace, this time not as infuriating and intense as the nightclub you did your nightshifts in, instead it was a cute little corner Café in Gotham Square. You were delighted to have this job, even though it meant working two jobs. You just loved the peaceful aura of the place, despite sometimes facing grumpy customers who weren’t the slightest bit nice at all…

When you finally reached the small building, you closed up your umbrella and stepped inside only to be met with the familiar face of a smiley barista waving at you.

“Hey, Red!”, she whisper-shouted and motioned for you to come over.

“Sam!” You smile, and go over to her.

“Girl, I haven’t seen you in ages.. Where have you been?”

You take off your raincoat and hang it on the coat hanger. You let out a defeated sigh and look up at her.

“I’ve been busy.. with things”. You look down to avoid eye contact.

Upon hearing your confession a look of concern finds its way across her face. She stays quiet for a moment.

“Red.. you-“, she stops mid sentence as she caught sight of your eyes once again.

“I know what your going to say, Sam”.

The barista takes a deep breath in before speaking again:

“You can’t keep doing this. It’ll take a toll on you, one way or another!”. Your childhood friend was genuinely worried for you and you didn’t complain. Instead your eyes found its way to the floor once again.

“Can we talk about this later?”

Sam gives you an incredulous look. She can’t believe you’re willing to put off an important matter at hand.

“No Red! I want to talk about this now and right now!”, Sam half-shouted and you gotta say you were lucky that no one else was around to hear her. It was a little early for customers too.

“Sam, please..”

You mentally facepalmed at the fact you told her you were ‘busy’. You figured you should have made up a suitable lie or something. But you just couldn’t. You found it impossible to lie to Sam, almost every time. Is it because she reminded you of your mother a bit? You didn’t know. Maybe it’s because you see her as your older sister. After all it was her who looked after you when you were put out on the streets, hungry and alone. It was her you grew up with after the death of your Father and the downfall of your family. She always looked out for you when you found yourself in trouble or situations you found almost impossible to get out of.. You couldn’t complain one bit because she cared for you and wanted the best for you. She obviously didn’t want to see you killed in some heroic act that’ll fade away with time. And that’s why she wasn’t very keen on your vigilante activities.

“I wanna know why my friend is sacrificing herself for this City, when all it did was take away what was most important to her, to us!”

“Sam, you wouldn’t understand I-“

“Red, you shouldn’t be so reckless! You have a future ahead of you and you should protect it instead of trying to protect this Godforsaken city!”

She was getting emotional, and you could see the tears that were threatening to spill. No matter how much you try to reason with her, she always sticks to her own perspective and refuses to see yours. And it was frustrating as hell..

“Sam, stop it!”, you yell.

She comes to an abrupt stop and stares at you. You look at her for a moment before rushing over to her side to envelope her in a big hug.

“Sam, I know you care but its my life! I can’t just sit around while more lives are snatched and taken. I need to be there to serve justice to those whose lives have been destroyed”. You stroke her back gently to calm her down. You could hear the light sniffles that were coming out of her. You back away and look at her, cupping her face gently. “Sam, it’s okay I promise you”. and with that you hug her one more time before letting go.

Sam around turns to wipe her tears and regain her composure.

“C’mon, we got a Café to run!” you chirp with as much enthusiasm as possible just so you can lighten the mood a little. You give her one last smile before going to change into your barista uniform. ****

An hour and a half passes and it was 8 in the morning. Some customers started arriving to get their morning coffee to start the day. You and Sam haven’t really talked much, apart from the occasional small talk you both had. The light drizzle from earlier had now turned to full on rain and it splattered on the window panes harshly. The sound of rain splatter accompanied both of you as you worked. It was kind of soothing, in a way..

“You must’ve heard about the Mayor”.

You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts and brought back to reality. It took you a while to make out what Sam had just said, so you stare at her point blank for a minute or so.

“Oh yeah, yeah I did”, you stutter. Sam takes a minute to read you and raises an eyebrow at you in question.

“Do you know anything about this?”.

Wow, what a suitable question to ask.. Just great!

You send her a hesitant glare. You really didn’t want to let her know about all of this and especially about the Bat. But you found yourself struggling to lie and you soon realised you couldn’t lie, just not to her of all people.

“I think I have an idea, yeah. It was clearly a political terrorist attack. Whoever did this has a grudge against Gotham’s constitution and men in power”.

Sam hums in acknowledgment as she keeps working. “Great input, I see”

“Thanks”.. “You getting any help?”

You froze for a second.

“What?”

“I mean like, you have any work buddies or are you all on your own?”

You stopped what you were doing to look at her properly.

“Well obviously not, who can I possibly share this with and, and-“, you failed miserably in getting your words together.

Sam let out a worn out, low chuckle. You really could never lie to her..

“C’mon Red, you can tell me”, she said rolling her eyes at your pathetic attempt at lying.

You groaned internally. Why did things always have to go against plan?

You let out a tired sigh, and face her again.

“Well if you absolutely must know..” You say with a sarcastic tone and roll your eyes at her.

Sam smiles, amused.

“Go on”, she says as a smirk forms on her lips.

You send her a hard, steely glare before giving up and answering her question:

“Believe me or not but.. I may have ran into Batman”.

A moment or so goes by without any reaction from your friend. Then you see it..

Her pupils dilate into huge dark circles, enveloping the leaf green of her irises. “You’re joking”

“Well you’re the one that asked”, you shrug.

“Seriously?”, the look of concern was back again on her features.

“Yes”.

“Red.. Vengeance? Are you serious?”

You groan loudly and hold the bridge of your nose.

“You know, I knew it’d be a pain explaining all this to you, I should really get better at lying”..

Sam scoffs at your snarky remark.

“Well, I gotta say I am impressed.. You’re only one year into this and you’ve already made some interesting ‘friends’”.

You roll your eyes again… You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. You really didn’t want to have it, ever.

“Well ‘surprisingly’ I’m not as dumb as I look.. I know how to get my way when it comes to certain things, y’know. A smirk forms on your lips. You hoped she got your little hint.

“Certain things like men”, she smiles back, a mischievous grin forming.

“Working at Falcone’s really did do you good eh? Hope the pay’s good”

“Yeah, but not fucking enough”, you let out a sardonic chuckle.

“I thought Falcone would be giving you extra tips since y’know, you’ve been a long-time employee”..

“Extra tips my ass”, you scoff and start pouring some water into the kettle for coffee.

Sam lets out a silent ‘Oh’ and looks down at the floor.

“Then why do you even bother working there?”.

You put the kettle on to boil, then turn around to look at her.

“The pay’s shit but better than anything else in Gotham.. At least it puts a roof over my head”.

You knew that was far from the truth. You had to lie to her just this once. What you told your friend was far from the reason you were working at Falcone’s… Let’s just say you had some set ‘intentions’ and there was no way you’d leave it undone..

Just as Sam was about to speak, the front door to the Café opened with a little ‘ting’ of the bell that chimed in response…

There stood a tall man wearing a raincoat and holding up a small umbrella over his form. The darn umbrella surely served him little to no use as he was already drenched by the rain. He had his hood up, so you weren’t able to make out his face just yet.. He walked over closer to the both of you, his steps slow and calculated. He really didn’t want to wet the floor from the raindrops that fell from his coat and boots. Hmm, how mannered and soo unlike most Gothamers.. You guessed he was a customer coming over to order his morning coffee or something..

The stranger lifted off his hood to reveal his face and speak:

“Hi, can I get an extra strong expresso for takeaway with no-“

Just as he was about to finish his sentence, he caught sight of you and paused.. And you came to recognise him.

Shit, it was Bruce Wanye..

What the hell is the prince of Gotham doing here?

You let out a silent gasp and stared at him. And he stared back.. There was silence. Noticing the tension between you two, Sam cleared her throat and greeted the billionaire with a warm smile.

“Oh Hi Mr.Wayne, it’s nice to see you again!”

But Sam’s greeting didn’t stop Bruce from staring. His eyes were glued on you..

How strange.

Wanting to subdue the awkwardness, Sam nudged you in the ribs lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts immediately.

“Oh”, you say and start making the coffee Bruce requested.

“Oh and did you say anything about not adding sugar?”, Sam asked the man.

As if realisation struck him hard, Bruce instantly snapped him eyes off you and turned to look at your friend instead. “Oh sorry, yes. Yes I did”.. Much to your surprise his voice came out softer and quieter than expected.

Sam nods at you to add no sugar, and then walks over to the till to bill Wayne’s coffee.

While you were preparing the drink, your mind was occupied with thoughts.

‘Why is he here all of a sudden?’ He’s only out and about in public once in a millennium and why would he wanna come to this boring little coffee shop?’ And most importantly why was he staring at you like that? Like he’d seen you somewhere before? ‘Could this be of any significance to you?’

Through the corner of your eye, you could see the man turn his head slightly to look at you once more. It seemed as though he was curious.. But why?

All your thinking got you to mess up his coffee before you even realised.

“Oh shit, I accidentally added sugar”, you whisper to your friend in a panicked tone.

“Red!”, Sam scolded you.

“It’s alright, I’ll take it..”, Bruce’s low yet soft voice made both of you jump. He was listening in.

“Oh no, it’s alright we’ll make you another one!”, Sam instantly responded, guilty that you got the billionaire’s order wrong.

“It’s okay, I’m in a bit of a hurry anyway”. His low, mellow voice was ringing in your ears. There was an undeniable familiarity in it..

“Oh well, it’s on the house then!” Sam said, faking a smile.

“No, really its okay”, he said adamant not to make her feel bad.

Just as you were done making his expresso, you took a marker out of your apron pocket and wrote ‘Bruce’ on the plastic cup to give his messed up order a final touch. You might as well do at least that little kind gesture to apologise..

You then turned around, and held the cup in your hand to give it to him. As you turned to face him, you caught his gaze on you once again and instantly he looked away. But shit, you caught him red handed.

Putting on a cheerful facade, you handed him the coffee with a big smile plastered on your face.

“Here you go, Mr.Wayne”..

Your eyes met his once again and you froze. There was something very familiar about them.. Dangerously so.

Quickly, snapping you out of your trance, Bruce whispers you a quick and quite “thank you”, before grabbing the expresso from your hands and them going over to Sam to hand her the money for the coffee.

He waists no time and reaches for the door.

“Have a nice day, Mr.Way-“, and Sam was cut off by the door which closed behind him. And there he was, out the door in no time..

Sam let out a heavy sigh, and turned to look at you.

“Well, What’d you think?.. He left just as fast as he came”.

You were there, staring at the door like an idiot.

“Why the hell was Bruce fucking Wayne here?”

“He comes here sometimes..”

You turn to face your friend.

“What?”

“Yeah, but it’s just since you’re part-time you never see him”.

And why the fuck didn’t she tell you that?

“And you never told me that Bruce Wayne comes here!”

Sam gave you a look of nonchalance and shrugs.

“What, it’s not like he’s some kind of extraterrestrial creature or something.. I didn’t think it’d interest you”. She gave you a sly grin afterwards. She knew she was playing with you.

“Ughh, Sam!”, you groan and roll your eyes.

Sam shrugs again and gets back to work.

****

It was 12 noon, almost time for you to finish work. Over the past few hours all you could think about was the man who showed up earlier..

All you could think about was ‘Bruce Wayne’.

‘Why did he look at you like that?’ Like he was suddenly captured by your eyes, and frozen in place by them.

Did he recognise you from somewhere?

Well you sure as hell haven’t seen him anywhere before..

Or have you?

****

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