#he is married to the job
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at the center of gotham, lies its oldest public hospital — gotham general. it’s staff are kind and compassionate, if a little intolerant of bullshit. the city may not care about the crimes that occur in it but the people certainly do. gotham’s emergency services are renowned throughout the nation as one of the best.
the ER nurses at gotham general love to gossip and their latest is about how their ever-reliable EMT bernard dowd, who'll rush into burning buildings if he thinks he can save one more person, who smiles so brightly and brings them cupcakes on his days off but has such sad eyes, seems so lonely. they determinedly decide to find a date for him. maybe dr. zacharia thomas, their latest trauma surgeon? yes, yes! he's only a few years older, bernard knows him, they get along, and most importantly, he's got a stable job. he'll be perfect for their bernard!
and then, literally only days after they decide to set up dr. zacharia and bernard on a date, head trauma nurse marissa santos comes running in with a copy of gotham daily, clutched in her hand.
"look! look! nakita mo ba ang balita?" she whisper-yells, "did you see the news?!"
instantly they're all crowding around her, trying to see the paper. covering the front page is a blurry photo of a black-haired man engaged in a passionate game of tonsil-hockey with someone who is unmistakably their youngest EMT. he's still wearing his uniform for christ's sake! in the largest font known to man, "WAYNE'S NEW PARAMOUR?" is written at the top.
"he's dating the wayne ceo!" marissa gushes excitedly.
"isn't he a little too old for bernard?" someone pipes up from the back.
"not the father, you idiot! the son! timothy!"
that's way better than their candidate. everyone is stoked. by nightfall, everyone in the ER knows that bernard dowd is dating timothy drake-wayne, the youngest ceo wayne enterprises has ever had.
when bear stops by, at around 2 in the morning, dropping of the last patient from his shift, he's immediately accosted by the nurses.
"whoa! hey!" he exclaims as they lead him to the nurse's station and sit him down in a chair, "what's going on?"
marissa slams the paper down in front of him, "spill."
bernard groans and turns cherry red, "oh my god tita. don't you guys have patients to attend to?"
"already taken care of." nurse gu says.
"what about mr. gomez, the one with third degree burns that just came in?" bernard tries desperately.
"dr. zacharia is already on it." dr. esperanza responds, "so spill."
their youngest tries one last time, "how do you even know if that's me?"
"there are like 10 blonde people in the EMT department and considering all of them are older than you and none of them seem to have the three ear piercings that kid in this picture does, we're gonna have to assume it's you." dr. farah nasim, one half of the head of the ER, says.
bernard turns on her with a betrayed look.
"sorry kid," she snorts, "also, you're still wearing your uniform in the photo. it says 'dowd' on the shoulder."
"im too old to be bossed around like this." he mutters before sighing, "alright what'd'ya want to know?"
"tell us everything!" marissa says, "how did you two meet?"
"we were friends in high school and we fell out of touch after junior year. he hit me up on insta 6 months ago and we reconnected."
"oh my god!! they're high school sweethearts!" nurse gu squeals, "that's so cute!"
"tell us more! who asked who out?"
"okay well, technically he asked me out but he didn't know he was asking me out. but we went on this date at this restaurant and it got attacked by some villain and red robin, but he was going by robin at the time, rescued. so i told robin, 'hey if i make it out of this, tell tim drake, i would've liked to finish our date'. and then, tim, shows up at my door the next day and says 'i don't know what this feeling i get when i'm near you is, but i'd like to find out'. and the rest is history."
"bernard, what the hell?" dr. esperanza says shocked, "that's the most rom-com-esque story i've ever heard."
"what?" bernard blushes, "no it's not."
"bear," esperanza says slowly, "he showed up at your door and said 'i don't know what this feeling i get when i'm near you is, but i want to find out.' that is something straight out of the notebook."
"no, no! he's such a dork!" bernard assures them frantically, "he does this thing, when he laughs too hard, he snorts and it sets him off again and it just keeps going. and you should've seen him in high school, the biggest skater boy to ever exist. he's teaching me..."
and bernard goes on and on for the next 15 minutes, trailing off only when he notices them all smiling at him.
"what?" he says shyly.
"you're in love with him, aren't you?" dr. farah says.
bernard chokes, "what?! no! ...maybe?"
everyone shares a look between each other. marissa steps forward, "well on behalf of the gotham general ER staff, i can assure you, we all approve."
"thank you?"
"bring him around sometime!" nurse gu says, "we'd all like to meet him."
"why? so you can give him the shovel talk?"
"of course!" dr. farah says, smiling widely, "he’s dating our youngest! we have to threaten him!"
bernard's voice is suspiciously wet when says a few moments later, "thanks guys."
and so on it goes for the next few months until marissa comes back after her break, deathly pale. everyone worries but she refuses to tell anyone what's wrong. and then a few weeks later, nurse gu goes on his break and comes back shocked. and then a month later, dr. zacharia comes back from a quick step outside, lips sealed shut.
and on it goes until there is one glaring truth the gotham general ER night staff cannot ignore:
bernard dowd is dating red robin. open relationship or cheating, to be determined.
a year after the news about tim drake and bernard had been released, and half a year after the, what the staff has taken to calling it, Red Robin Scandal™ began, dr. farah calls a night staff meeting.
the staff meeting is boring as usual until the end when dr. farah opens the conversation to the staff to voice their concerns.
"are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?" dr. esperanza asks.
"i think bernard might be cheating on his boyfriend!" marissa blurts out before slapping her hands over her mouth, horrified.
“oh thank god.” esperanza sighs.
"wait you saw them too?" nurse gu asks.
"in the narrow walkway," dr. zacharia starts.
"between the ER and jacobson building." dr. esperanza finishes.
"exactly!" marissa says.
"i caught them in the parking lot once." dr. farah admits, mouth pressed into a grim line, "they were pressed up against the fence in the back — y'know where the light doesn't shine? — kissing each other like they'd just come back from world war 2."
"ay, how could that boy be so stupid?" marissa sighs, "getting caught up with a vigilante?"
"maybe it's like polyamory?" esperanza says, ever hopeful.
"whatever it is," farah says, "he should know better than to get involved with those people. we have to talk to him."
they pull bernard into an unused conference room, just the 5 of them, 3 weeks later.
"hey, hey!" bernard exclaims as they shove him into a chair, "what's going on?"
nobody speaks.
"guys?"
"are you cheating on tim drake?"
"what?"
"are you cheating on tim drake?" marissa repeats.
"no! why would you think that?"
"everyone on the night staff has caught you kissing red robin at least once. wanna try that again?" farah says.
bernard sighs, "is that what this is about? doc, i swear to god, i'm not cheating on tim."
"so he knows?" zacharia asks.
"yes zach, tim knows about me and red robin."
"and he's okay with it?"
"yes. tim doesn't mind me dating both of them." bernard says, a smile playing on his lips.
nobody speaks for a while.
"so..." bernard breaks the silence first, "are we good here? do you approve?"
"no." esperanza says, "we don't approve."
"what?"
"he's no good for you." nurse gu says.
"you don't even know him." bernard says incredulously.
"oh and you do?" zacharia says scathingly, "he's a vigilante bear. how much do you really know?"
"more than you zach!"
pleadingly bernard turns toward farah, "c'mon doc, you don't agree do you?"
"you know, when you first started dating tim drake, i had my reservations. rich people and all that. but i figured with all that money, if you ever got roped into rich people problems, tim's money would help out. you'd be taken care of and he clearly loves you, so i didn't mind too much."
"but this..." farah trails off, "i can't accept this."
turning towards marissa, "tita, please."
"don't do that, bear. wag kang tanga. it's not good to be with him."
"he loves me! is that not enough?" bernard near-yells, "i thought that's what you wanted. someone who loves me!"
"enough to quit being a vigilante?" esperanza asks.
"quit being a vigilante? are you guys hearing yourself?" bernard asks angrily, "he saves the city on a near-nightly basis and you want me to ask him to give it all up because what? he's dating me?"
"so let him save the city without you." nurse gu says, "why does he need to drag you into it?"
"he's not dragging me into anything! i am a full consenting adult! i chose him! what’s so different about what he and i do anyway?"
“well for one, our job is legal. and two, there are safety measures put in place so that you don’t get hurt. so that your coworkers don’t get hurt. your man walks into the joker’s lair with an inch of kevlar and a prayer on his lips.” zacharia says.
nurse gu sighs, "look. nobody here is mad at him for saving the city. everyone here knows somebody who has been saved by the bats. but the deal is that they save the city and they don't drag anybody else into it."
"the bats, whoever they are? they chose that life. for whatever reason, they chose that life and all the dangers that go with it. you’re not stupid bear, don’t get involved with whatever he has going on. pick literally anyone else.” farah says.
“you need a third person that badly? take zach! the ER was planning on setting you up with him before we found out about tim, anyway.”
“what?” zacharia says, rounding on nurse gu.
“you know what?” bernard says, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly, “ i don’t have to explain myself to you guys.”
“you can’t marry him.” marissa says.
“who said anything about marriage? i’m 22!”
“you clearly love tim. you two seem like you’re going to last a while and if you love red robin they way you love tim, them somewhere along those years of being together then you’re going to start thinking of marriage. what then? how are you going to explain red robin to the people you love?”
“we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“look, bernard,” farah says gently, “we’re not doing this cause we don’t want you to be happy. you mean a lot to me, i think of you as my son. we just-”
“you’re not my mom.” bernard snaps out, “you’re not my mom, you’re not my aunt, my uncle, my brother. you guys aren’t anything to me!”
he turns and walks away.
“farah do something.” marissa hisses.
“let him go. he said he’s an adult right? then let him make his choices.”
“but,” she says, raising her voice so bernard can hear her, “if anything goes wrong, and i mean anything at all, i hope he knows that adults don’t have to do everything by themselves. that they can ask people for help.”
bernard’s hands still on the doorknob. “thank you.” he says voice rough, “nothing will happen, but thank you for the offer.” and he walks out the door.
bernard dowd, is 22 year old EMT that has too much heart and not enough brain. he’ll rush into burning buildings if he thinks he has even a minute chance of saving someone. he’s kind and he’s sweet and more importantly, he’s dating timothy drake-wayne, ceo of wayne enterprises.
if you ask the ER night staff at gotham general, after a lot of prodding, they might tell you that bernard dowd was one of the youngest EMTs to ever join the gotham county emergency medical services. they might tell you that bernard dowd has been wondering if he should become an AEMT or a paramedic. they might tell you that as the major receiver for all patients, bernard saw them all the time and imprinted on them like a baby duck. and if you’re really close they might, tell you the ER’s biggest secret: bernard dowd is dating both timothy drake-wayne and red robin. or they might just let you walk in on them making out behind the ER. whatever comes first really.
(if you get close enough to a certain group of people on the ER night staff, they’ll tell you that bernard dowd has two hands and he uses them to hold onto his boyfriends.
they’ll tell you that tim drake is a nice boy and they’re a little worried about their bernard fitting into the circles a wayne walks in, but he’s a nice boy who clearly loves bernard, so they’re not too worried.
they’ll tell you that that red robin character is no good for their bernard and has no business getting so close to their youngest. that red robin is going to get bernard into trouble one day, the kind of trouble that you don’t come back from.
and if you get really close to them, they’ll tell you over lunch breaks and muttered whispers, that both boys are going to break their youngest’s heart. and that if they had to pick, red robin will do it first. that their bernard loves a little too deeply and that they're worried that it’ll break bernard.
but they’re not too worried, they say. because bernard has them and if that bastard red robin breaks his heart, then they’ll pick up the pieces, they’ll sew him back together if they have to. after all, bernard stitches up half of gotham every night, this is the least they could do.)
#oh my god#what the fuck is this?#literally wrote this in a fugue state#this is not proofread#this is my ugliest first draft#my dumbest version if you will#why is this 2k#anyway#nurse gu's legal name is nurse gu#esperanza is gorgeous. like drop dead gorgeous. the best damn anesthesiologist you've ever seen. the yin to zacharia's yang.#farah is the smartest woman you will ever know and can give ten backhanded compliments w/o the other person realizing#marissa santos is filipino. bc filipinos are the backbone of our nursing industry#also she will cut a bitch. gives bear a plate of lumpia every week. is the reason bear is passable in tagalog#zacharia is your everyday indian. he is my sweet boy#he would've formed a crush on bear if he thought about for more than two seconds but alas#he is married to the job#also they mean well and they do raise some serious point but bc tim is also red robin it kinda... falls flat?#tagging time#tim drake#bernard dowd#timbern#dc#what should this be called#concerned friends try to save man afflicted by love au
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Finders Keepers
"Do not forget that the new groundskeeper is scheduled to arrive today at noon. I expect everyone to be courteous and to clean up their nighttime rubbish before his arrival," Alfred reminds them as they struggle to sit through breakfast.
Last night's patrol was brutal, and everyone was a bit bruised up and sore, not to mention that most only got an hour or so of sleep.
They collectively groan- except for Bruce and Damian, but neither count as full humans anyway, no matter what their DNA says otherwise.
Tim, in particular, is rubbing his hands down his face. "But Alfred, today's my only day off for the next six weeks!"
"I fail to see how your poor time management will change the outcome of doing your chores, Master Tim," The butler states. Tim cowards instantly at the sight of that arched brow on his grandfather's face and melts into his seat.
Pleased, Alfred taps his wristwatch. "You all have three hours. Better get to it."
They scatter. Bruce runs to his office to clean up all his paperwork, knowing some purchases were not Wayne Industries. Jason hits the multiple garages to ensure nothing bat-related is thrown in the toolboxes.
Dick is swinging by the handlers, taping his hands along the beams and pulling out hidden gadgets. Cass and Duke are walking on the roofs, double-checking the boobytraps.
Steph and Damian have offered to patrol the Batcave and the connecting tunnels to ensure the motion sensors are active.
Tim is told to walk along the property and make sure no surprise holes will appear. Bruce fell into the cave system when he was young, so the new groundskeeper might have the same fate. It's the more leisurely job since Bruce obsessively checks since it happened, but they all know Tim can barely keep his eyes open.
Tim doesn't mind because he must pat his bo staff on the ground, stomping his foot ever so often and scanning the environment with his wrist computer. He doesn't even bother to change out of his pajamas- an old pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt Kon lent him when he once slept over and never returned. It's mostly just a walk, but it feels like an entirety to his sleep-deprived mind.
His eyelids are heavier than usual, every blink feels like a bag of sand, and he still has to check at least three-thirds of the Wayne Manor grounds.
He is wandering towards the east side of the property when he finds a very convenient bush shaped perfectly to block the sun and offer him a tiny nooch to snuggle into.
He glances back at the house and then at the time on his wrist computer. He has two hours and twenty minutes before the groundskeeper arrives.
"One short nap," Tim mutters, getting on his hands and knees to crawl into the bush. He twists to lie on his back, using his jacket as a pillow. His whole body fits inside, so Alfred will likely not catch him. The scrub is soft, and Tim relaxes into his protective shade. "I'll get up in a bit."
The wind blowing through the trees and the bushes around him lures him to sleep.
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"Hey"
A voice cuts through his dream of jumping over the city, chasing after his family but maskless. They weren't running around the roofs fighting a good fight; the Waynes in his dream were just spending time together. Laughing. Goodnaturely teasing.
It's wonderful.
It's everything he's ever wanted.
It's slowly disappearing as he is coming back to consciousness.
Tim groans, trying to roll over and return to the dream, but the voice speaks again. "Hey, man, you can't sleep here."
A hand clamps on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake. Tim mutters, weakly swapping it away. "No. No. No."
"Come one, man, I can't have the big boss see you. It's my first day, and I don't want to get fired because I let some guy sleep in his yard." The voice continues, sounding pleasing and guilty.
Tim whimpers, rubbing his face against the cold hard ground. "No. No. No. Please, I just want to sleep. I'm not hurting anybody."
"Ancients....okay. Okay. Listen, I will let you sleep a little longer while I work. I'll finish mowing the yards and trim all the bushes. That should be at least five hours. I must move you if you're still here when I return."
Tim doesn't answer, too busy slipping back into his sleep as a hand gently runs through his hair. He snuggles into the warm palm with a sigh.
Someone gulps. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
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Tim snaps his eyes open to see that everything is pitch dark. Oh crude!
How long has he been asleep? What time is it? Was Alfred going to kill him!? What was he thinking?
Of course, Alfred would kill him, and unlike Jason or Damiman, the elder would not fail. In fact, from what Tim could make out in the darkness, a man was standing over him wearing white gloves.
He found me! Tim thinks historically. I didn't even have time to run!
The white gloves move closer as if they were going to touch him. He leaps up with a scream, and a man falls over.
"Woah! Woah! Hey, it's okay, I'm not a cop!" The stranger- not Alfred- shouts. Tim pauses, then lets out a louder scream. The man rushes forward to slam his hands against Tim's mouth.
He glances frantically at the manor- it's too far away to see anyone since Tim chose to nap at the very edge of the vast land Bruce's ancestors purchased.- before hissing. "Could you keep it down? Look, I let you sleep long enough; you must move."
Tim blinks owlish at him. His mind is fuzzy- shit, was he hit with something last night? He couldn't remember.- but he thinks he knows him.
Dark Hair.
Blue Eyes.
Pretty facial features.
Oh, it's one of his brothers. Dick? Yeah, it's Dick. Has to be. Tim is sure. He can't think clearly now, but he knows his eldest brother. This guy has the same color eyes. It's him.
Does Dick know he is Tim's brother? Does he know who he is?
"Dick," He tells the man in jeans overalls, just in case he forgets his name. His brother frowns.
"I know. I hate to do it, okay? But you can't sleep here."
"I can't?"
"No, dude."
"Where can I sleep?"
Dick sighs. "I think there is a shelter that-"
"Take me home."
Dick pauses, taken aback. "What?"
Tim leans forward, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. "I'm tired. I want to go home."
"Where do you live? Is there someone I can contact for you?" Dick asks in high pitched voice, seemingly uncomfortable by Tim's closeness but too bad. Tim never gets enough hugs, so he must deal with it because he wants hugs now.
"No, I want to go home with you!" He whines, and the world starts to spin. Quickly closing his eyes against the nausea, Tim tries to hide further into Dick's shoulder. "Take me home with you."
Dick is quiet for a long moment before he slumps. Carefully, he reaches up to pet Tim's hair, and it's so comforting that he almost falls back to sleep. "I'm going to regret this, but something in my core tells me to do what you say. You wouldn't happen to know a Clockwork, would you?"
Tim shakes his head.
"Right. Okay, taking a homeless stranger I found in the Waynor Manor bushes. Seems on-brand to me. Let's go."
Tim follows.
Who was he following? He doesn't remember, but when he climbs into a van with the words "Phantom Groundskeeping," he doesn't feel worried.
In fact, once he's buckled in, head leaning against the window and pulling his legs up to his chest, he feels oddly protected. The driver of the van is also beautiful.
Like wow. Talk about a work of art.
"I love you," He tells the man, who laughs, flickering blue sad eyes at him.
"Thanks. Take a nap. I think you should sleep off whatever your on and then I can get you some help."
"Do you love me too?"
"....sure. Go to sleep now."
"Will I die?"
"What?"
Tim can feel the word fading away, which is terrible; he knows it is but can't remember why. He just knows that when it disappears, he'll never wake up again. He tells the stranger as such, voice just barely above a whisper.
Glowing green eyes snap to him in alarm, and a small breath of blue leaves the stranger's mouth. Tim thinks he's slowly gaining a hint of horror, but his body begs him to sleep.
Tim blinks once, then twice, as the stranger's mouth opens and closes before he snaps his eyes to the road. "What a time to go mad."
The diver's grip on his steering wheel tightens, but Tim can barely keep his eyes open, so he can't see the gorgeous stranger's face as he whispers. "No. I won't let you die. Just....just sleep, okay? I'll figure it out."
Tim does.
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"Crap!" Jason yells, running up the stairs from the Batcave. In his hand are the test results for the standard toxicity screening they all undergo whenever they fight someone who even remotely deals with drugs.
Everyone was too tired to look at them properly, which means they all missed that Tim's blood was covered in what looked like a blend of Poison Ivy's love pollen and some kind of sleep-inducing strain.
Tim is out there, somewhere tripping balls or cuddling up to a stranger or unconscious, slowly slipping into a coma. They all thought he bailed on his work and deserved a day off so no one bothered to go after him.
Now Tim could be dead.
He rounds the large hall, his stomping footsteps barely covering the sounds of Alfred's smooth voice.
"It seems the groundskeeper is asking for a week off already. He just got married and-"
"Crap! Crap! Crap! Bruce!" He shouts, slamming the door of his dad's office open. His grandfather and father both turn sharply to him, and neither misses the paper that Jason throws. Their eyes widen in horror when they read what's on the report. "We need to find Tim!"
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Jazz wakes to find a half-dressed stranger curled around Danny, a ghost contract with drying blood on the ground, and a hastily made banner that reads "Happy Elopement!" thrown on the wall.
The living room looks like a confetti bomb went off in it. Did she miss a party being hosted in her own house? While sleeping in the room next door?
Johnny- her ex and surprisingly good friend after he stop bothering her brother- is sitting cross-legged, eyes glued on the TV.
"What. The. Fuck." Jazz asks, walking over to pour herself a cup of coffee.
"Morning," Johnny replies without so much as turning around. Since Jazz helped plan his and Kitty's wedding, the ghost becomes a brother to the Fentons. "Danny eloped."
"I figured as much by the banner." She mutters, walking over to the couch his brother and her new brother-in-law occupy. She stares at the stranger. He looked....familiar?
"Yeah, don't know all the details, but I guess his hubby was dying, so Danny pulled a Ghost King contract out of his ass and saved him by passing on his healing factor after they were hitched," Johnny says. Jazz takes a sip of her coffee. "I think he thinks he can divorce him or something. But till death due us part doesn't apply to Halfas. They're married forever, even in life or death."
"Shit." Jazz sighs. "Danny got himself into another situation. And he was doing so well recently, too. Became a groundskeeper for the Waynes and everything."
"Waynes pay well?"
"Danny could have paid off my student loans in four paychecks."
"Damn." Johnny whistles. Just then, Kitty floats through the wall wearing a red bathing robe. Jazz will never get used to the fact ghosts could look so human in the morning, with their messy hair and dazed expression. "Morning, babe."
"Morning," Kitty mumbles, leaning down to kiss Johnny. She glances at Danny and smiles. "They're so cute. I'm so happy Danny found his Core Mate."
"Core Mate?" Jazz asks.
"Like a soulmate but more dead," Kitty explains. "They are scarce to find, but once your core finds what it wants, it's fated. That's probably why Danny married so quickly, even if it was to save a life he normally wouldn't have."
Jazz looks back at the boy wrapped around in Danny's arms. Her brother is holding him like he's the most precious thing in either world, even in his sleep, and she knows that no matter what she or anyone says, he's not going to give up- wait a minute.
The stranger moves slightly in his sleep, snuggling up against Danny more, and his hair falls out of his face.
Shit.
"That's Tim Drake. Danny stole away Tim Drake." She deadpans. "Danny went over to cut Bruce Wayne's yard and returned with his son to elop with."
"In one afternoon? I'm impressed." Johnny laughs. "He really said all services included."
"Don't be gross, Johnny," Kitty scolds, but she's smiling. Jazz just shakes her head, reaching down for the contract. She may as well read what kind of dead-brain idea her baby brother got involved with this time.
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#Finders Keepers#dead tired#trigger warning: Druged#Tim get hit with Poison Ivy's pollen#Different Povs#Danny was just trying to do his job#Tim was just trying to nap#Now they married#Danny did in fact think he could marry him pass along his powers though the marriage then divorcé him#Kitty and Johnny are the friends always staying over and munching off your coffee
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I love the college of winterhold. everyone there is casually deranged and there's like an alarming number of students and staff who threaten you immediately when they meet you. it's always one of the first questlines I do. which makes it even funnier when you get made the arch-mage of the college. I'm level 12 and got through this questline knowing exactly 3 spells. what do you mean you want me to lead the college. this school CANNOT be an accredited institution
#i ask if anyone wants this job and everyone starts whistling and checking their phones#their magic phones. theyre scrolls#mia.txt#tes#skyrim#oh wait no i forgot j'zargo wants the position and actively wishes you were dead so he can be archmage#and nirya as well. you know what maybe its a good thing im the archmage because im never there#i drop in every few weeks for 10 minutes then leave. the place pretty much runs itself right#reddit says “they have a bullying problem” yeah i know i married him#and he's the new archmage's special little princess and he can do whatever he wants forever. call the police about it#dont bring your piddly ass problems to the archmage shes busy girlbossing (committing widescale atrocities)#(update to clarify the princess is enthir. short king scored a 6'5“ dommy mommy orc with the biggest strap in tamriel congratulate him NOW)#(huge W for the bisexual mer community#L for skyrim as a whole because they were both already insufferable enough on their own and now theyre making each other worse)
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Pull yourself TOGETHER man
#panel one that's ritsu and serizawa assisting mob. just btw#who is mob marrying? well... who knows ...#for real though expanding on post canon is so real to ME#because of mob psychos central idea of growing up and getting older and life moving on#like it makes my heart warm to know these kids will GROW UP and GET JOBS and MEET PEOPLE IMPORTANT TO TJEM#and maybe even get married !...#i do think Reigen doesnt often think abt how far they've all come until some sort of big milestone#like a wedding or someone buys a house or graduates from school and etc#and then he's like damn.... ive really known him since he was a lil kid. and here we are now#excuse my rambling im just so sick and crazy and it makes my heart warm#mp100#my rart#shigeo kageyama#reigen arataka#mob psycho 100#ritsu kageyama#serizawa katsuya#their network of psychics and friends all chip in to help at the wedding
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hanamaki's easily in my hq top 5 characters solely because in a post-timeskip world where everyone seems to have figured out their life at the ripe age of 24, hanamaki is brave enough to be UNEMPLOYED
#legendddddddddd#i love hq i love the timeskip but WHY does everyone have a degree and a JOB and they LOVE their job hhelloooooooooooo#with people like kuroo it was a given but why the hell is tanaka married and has his own store... he is 23.... he should be at the club
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i love the fact that jughead made sure to give all his friends these awesome lives where they were very happy and successful (except for fangs rip your gold record will forever hang on the walls of riverdale high) but he took away any aspect of breaking out from their assigned roles as they had been doing in season 7 then made it so in the end after lives apart and marriages and children and living as artists and activists etc they all still just wanted to be back in 1955 which is also the only time they had hopes of breaking out of their roles. and now they will be on the edge of nonconformity forever neither freeing themselves of what they’re supposed to be nor fully falling in line. foolproof state of possibilities that will never come to be yet never seem unreachable so the story can go on forever and never truly be challenged. narrator jughead you are so sick and twisted
#also like riverdale/them together as this magical place where they could make anything happen (they were gay polyamorous in the 50s)#and the outside world as literally a normal place (archie marries a girl and gets a day job and#never is a great poet. and the town he lives in. is literally. called. modesto.#that's hysterical to me#riverdale#thing
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"Gid we need to talk."
Well fuck.
It's far too early for a Kremy talk.
"You already spell the door shut?"
"You know I did."
With a long-suffering grumble Gideon settles further into the chair, body sore and muscles relaxed in that perfect, intoxicating, pleasure-drenched way that inevitably chases a night of questionable decisions. The mug of strong black coffee on the table in front of him steams, almost too hot even for him.
He can feel a pair of piercing yellow eyes trailing over his neck and shoulders, can feel the quiet disapproval like a stinging rash.
"She got you good hmm?"
"If she didn't her friend certainly did." Gideon chuckles, suppresses the urge to adjust the undershirt he'd slipped on as Brittany and... Courtney? Christie? (Something with a C he's about 60% sure) Had taken their leave late last night(probably early this morning but fuck if he's gonna be worried about the time). Every rouged bite and bruise flames under the fabric in a way that feels far too much like shame.
The barely there feeling of cool fingertips on his shoulder burns like a cold brand, superseding any temporary claim laid underneath in an instant.
"Any coffee left in the pot?" It's not a question, not really; even if Gideon is loathe to move away from that grounding touch he knows this is his part in the song and dance(and dancing always had been more his thing). Falling into the practiced motion he heaves himself up onto his feet to retrieve Kremy's cup from the small cupboard in the wagon, hands whipping together (the equivalent of) an americano with a splash of cream and no sugar.
In the time it takes for the cup to come together Kremy has removed his suit jacket, folded it carefully and set it on top of the rumpled covers of Gideon's cot, before placing his hat atop it and settling into the chair facing the door. Gid gingerly sets the cup on its saucer before placing it in front of Kremy and falling back into his own chair with a grunt. The other man makes a pleased sound as he takes a sip and a pleasant flame of emotion licks at the back of Gideon's brain.
"New technique?" A pair of clever yellow eyes peer over the rim of the cup.
"Working out a few bugs."
"Mmm."
Silence falls in the cozy interior and Gideon can almost pretend those lovely aches and marks didn't come from Brianna or Carrie at all, can indulge in the effortless, lasting clarity he only finds in moments like these.
"What's that bring the total to this week?"
"What total?" Playing dumb with Kremy is playing a loser's hand and he knows it. All he gets for his trouble is the unimpressed arch of a single brow. "Well I guess it depends if you're asking about encounters or headcount." He tries with a lascivious chuckle.
"Every night this week Gid! Every single night you've been tied up with some hussy or another and every day you've been waiting to do it again! You almost set the big top on fire yesterday you were so goddamn distracted!" Heat floods the tips of his ears at the memory. "I want an explanation Gid and I want one now. What the hell is going on with you?"
Now would be the time to say it, to come clean. To just tell Kremy, his boss, his friend, about the click clacking of train wheels over tracks that haunts his brain. How sometimes he can't hear his own thoughts under the bellowing whistle of a long gone steam engine. How his skin doesn't feel like it belongs to him, his body a machine for someone else's use. How good it fucking feels to find parts of himself in the core of somebody else, working for his own pleasure and dragging them along with him right up to the brink. How those primal sounds of skin on skin solidify that he's not just another cog in an infernal machine, forever toiling until he's sucked dry and spit out. How even then it's not always enough, that it's these quiet moments, devising more and more intricate ways to get the perfect cup of coffee that he doesn't even enjoy, sitting at his little table so close their legs have to touch, riding at the head of the caravan directing the horses while Kremy ticks boxes and traces routes on maps at his side, these small quiet moments that quiet his brain more than a month of one night stands and empty touches ever could.
"You know I'm fine with your proclivities, Gods knows you've earned it." A small part of his brain purrs. "But something's obviously bothering you and that's not something I can stand." And just like that he's pierced on a golden stake, feeling those eyes slice him into delicate layers and pick through them at their own leisure.
But Kremy doesn't rush him, never has, just sits serenely and allows him to fiddle with his words, fine tuning his meaning to the best of his abilities.
Now would be the time to say it.
"Remember when you offered me my own wagon?"
A look of mild surprise crosses a reptilian face. "Vaguely."
Gideon nods, letting the word hang on the air, intermingling with the smell of over engineered coffee.
Finally:
" Would you be open to rooming together again?"
The frown that crosses Kremy's features pierces between all the whirring mechanical bits of himself and straight into the fragile meat of his beating heart.
"Well Gid it's good of you to offer but you know I don't swing that way. You're more than welcome to keep the ladies to yourself, can have my share too while you're at it."
It takes a minute to grasp what Kremy's insinuating.
"No man! Not like that, I wouldn't do that to you, not rooming together at least. I'd just invite you here..."He pauses, grasping for the right words. "When it gets quiet... when I'm alone... it can be too... loud... in my head, s' fucked up, down, and sideways..." He trails off, looking up and searching Kremy's gaze for answers, he always has the answers.
His friend nods in understanding.
"Think I can arrange that, we'll need to rearrange the furniture and we can always use another Chow wagon." he begins muttering, turning things over in his head, organizing his thoughts like a hand of cards.
"You know I'm not too picky, I can sleep on the floor."
Kremy waves a hand absent mindedly. "There's plenty of room for two in the bed-" cutting himself off with a painful choking sound, Gideon can see a thread of panic strumming through Kremy's posture. "Of course that's a hell of a presumption, huddling for warmth is a whole different thing I shouldn't have said any-"
"So long as I get a little desk space to tinker and warm breakfast I'm satisfied." Gid shrugs. He misses sharing sleeping arrangements with Kremy, the wagons were a nice upgrade, more spacious and stable than tents and bedrolls, but they also took the few times he was able to hold close the smaller form of his partner. The privilege of feeling the cold-stiffness bleed out of his limbs and turn into languid sleep. Like cuddling the cold side of a pillow all night, a pillow that will occasionally rumble like a thunderstorm and vibrate his whole chest.
"I won't have any of your Jezebels in my bed, you want to let off that steam, fine, but not in our wagon."
Our.
"Seems reasonable enough." He smirks.
"You have yourself a deal Gid."
#kremy is absolutely a good coffee bitch#and gideon is an anything for my husband bastard#this was meant to be way more angsty but then i just felt that they've had enough trauma for a while#everyone notices that kremy(notoriously NOT a morning person) is much more pleasant in the mornings#(he's waking up all nice and warm so he doesnt need to wait for the sun to do the job)#coalecroux#kremy lecroux#gideon coal#once upon a witchlight#ouaw#legends of avantris#gideon and kremy at the front of the caravan bickering like a married couple
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Dc/Dp Uncle Danny Au
So if Clockwork adopts Danny and Clockwork is Kronos, does that mean Danny is Zeus’s baby brother? If so, then Danny would be Wonder Woman’s uncle.
Danny joins the League on some mission and a sleazy villain starts saying things about Diana and before she can punt the villain into the sun, Danny just goes full eldritch,
“D̶͙̈́͒͘o̸̝͙̙͛̋͘͜͝n̵̦̔̐͂’̸̼͊̃͋̆̔͗͂t̷̛͕̪̠̔̇̅̋̇ ̴̹͎͖̯̠͐̋̑͆̋̚ẗ̵̠̟̞̱͉͌͋̃̊́̾͝ͅa̶̡̔͛l̷̜̋́̃ḳ̴̻̰͉̝͖̜̱̈́̒̓́̐̂̏̓͠ ̵͔̿͗́́̈́͂͠a̷̫͙͚̿͒b̶͔̣̳̘̾̾̔̌̈̾ǫ̴̘̮̀̆̀̋̆̓̅́͝ủ̷̝͖͚͇͓̰̱͌̀͂̈́̉̽̏͆͜ţ̸̧̩̯̪̦̣͋͋͗͝ ̶͔́ḿ̷̲̎̌̈͠ÿ̶̨͇͓̲̘̻̰́̑̀͊́͝ ̷̡̘̠̞̖͚̀̐̿͛n̴̲̄i̷̢̨̡͎̪͚͓̟͑̆̕e̸̱̻̲͈̳̥̓̐̃̕̕c̵̡̯̹̹̬͈̲̤̔͒̔̃̿̍̈̕ë̷͙͙̝̻̩̝́̎̈́̏̅̏̔̆͜͝ ̴͓͖̻͎͍̳̝̙̥̀̋͝͝t̸̢̨̖̰̰̟͚̻̀̄̀̏̇̍̕ͅh̸̢̦͈͍͓̱͈͔͕̉͑͋̓̈́͘͘̚a̶̩̗͌̆͌̔̔̊̉́́t̵̡̩̰̗̭̋ ̷̠̱͉̝̰̪̓̆͋͌͆̑̆̚ẇ̸̼͖̟̰̗̻̜͔̿̓̌͘͝ą̸̱͍̪̲̜͋̓̋̓y̸͎͖̦̩̳̓̋̀̔̾̃,̸̹̜̣̮̗̺̖̈́́ͅ ̶̯̼̈̍̇̐̽͛̕y̸̤͉̕o̷̠̼̖͚̯͖͙̔̈́̄̐͜ǔ̸͔̦͌̎̈́͜ ̶̩̝̼̘̳̣̗̤̫͆̑͐̓p̷̰̳̣̒̿̊̈̅̚͝ę̶̡͇̼̭͖͓̜̈͗͜͝r̷͇̳̤͎̝̥͕͍͐̓̅̓̈͠v̷͇̝͎̈́ë̸̖̲̖̲̈́̃̄̄͆r̷̡̠̣̙͠t̴͙̹̿!”
and sends the villain to the shadow realm.
Diana: Did you say niece?
Danny: Kronos adopted me. Oh, Pandora also says hi!
Diana:
Rest of the League:
Bruce: *Sadly tears up half filled out adoption papers*
Or maybe Clockwork and Bruce co-parent him and Diana has fun calling Bruce grandpa Idk
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Zalgo text says, “Don’t talk about my niece that way you pervert.”
#dc x dp#dp x dc#family reunions would be so weird#Hades would be mad at first that Phantom stole his job#but they would bond over their dogs and plant wifes if Sam is the ship#Bruce was not prepared for a rumor to get out that he married Kronos#Hestia shows up to welcome Bruce to the family and is now Alfred's best friend#Zeus is not happy#But the other olympians go along with it to piss him off#Hera gets a new therapist in Harley while Demeter gardens with Ivy
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Love how you shamelessly hate Aang—I mean this totally as a compliment by the way! I’m so tired of seeing “I ship Zutara but I LOOOOVE Aang he’s a cinnamon roll baby!!!” and “you can like Zutara and also like Aang” and “it’s the WRITING that’s bad not Aang!” takes…ugh. Please. He’s a cartoon character and I don’t like him. That isn’t a crime. He’s boring at best and an entitled borderline abusive little shit at worst. I don’t like him! It’s so refreshing to read your blog, I don’t understand this fandom’s obsession with acting like he’s a real child we have to coddle
I don't understand it either. Then again, I will go to the mat to defend some pretty controversial characters, so who am I to judge (justice for Mr. Collins!) ? I don't mind that other people like him -some of my favorite people in the fandom like him- as long as they don't come after me for not liking him.
But yeah, the defense of him boiling down to "bad writing" always felt off. To me, bad writing is when the character suddenly takes actions that seem to come out of nowhere. Aang's actions in the back half of ATLA and into the comics and LoK track. They track very well with who he was even in the first season. Yes, he got worse as the series progressed, but the seeds were always there. I guess, if you want to make an argument for it being bad writing, you could talk about how his bad traits in the first half seemed to be setting up a growth arc that was abandoned in the second half. There's an argument to be made there, but it's not an argument that Aang's worst traits were OOC for him. I am not shocked at the kind of family Aang ended up having. I'm not shocked at how Kataang the couple turned out. I'm only shocked that Bryke managed to be that honest about Aang without realizing how awful he was.
#atla#anti aang#anti kataang#okay i feel the need to explain myself with mr. collins#is he the best character?#no#does he seem like a joyless drip?#yes#but in his defense he just started a new job and his livelihood depended on him kissing his rich boss' silk clad bottom#his drippiness is job security#am i glad lizzie turned him down?#ABSOLUTELY!#but him wanting to marry one of the bennet girls was an act of kindness that i don't think gets the credit it deserves#he was trying to make sure his cousins wouldn't have to face a life of poverty and insecurity after their father died#that was mad decent of him!#i will die on that hill
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Malledu🐉♠️ doodles
#sebek is seething rn#u kno i think malledu would be objectively hilarious because deuce gets along well enough with sebek and silver#so if malledu real i think malleus would also be seething bc it feels like deuce gets along with his guards more than him sometimes💀#also i think deuce is not the type that would quietly sit back and play spouse if he got married to malleus#i think he'd try to be a guard or do odd jobs around the castle#and since he is so Some Guy Energy most ppl dont even realize that hes malleus's fiance 💀#workers in the palace whispering about how theyre thinking abt asking deuce out or smth#and sebek overhears and hes just like DO U WANT TO DIE ???? and silver is just 😐😬 (doesnt say anything)#deuce voice (casually) (oblivious): ah yes i am engaged to your king. anyways you said you wanted to have dinner together?#twisted wonderland#deuce spade#malleus draconia
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ethan post of the night: i love love love that he's this spy-movie leading man and he just. trusts people. he'll meet someone and within 5 minutes he's like "this is my bestie, id die for them." he's full of HOPE and JOY, and when things get bleak he never gives up Trying because he believes theres always a possibility of good overcoming. benji sees him as invincible and able to do anything, but ethan never sees himself as anything other than the person still willing to TRY. he's smart and good on his feet and an expert at reading people, but he also refuses to see anything other than the possibility of greatness in everyone. hes NICE and not in a slick, womanizer way. he's just nice. and antagonists REPEATEDLY use that against him. in 1 and 3 especially, we see his trust get used and abused. but he still sticks by ilsa all through rouge nation!!! blockbuster action guys dont anways get to be like that, but he's been like that for 20 years!!!!!!!!!!!!
#i was reading a fic last night where ethan was all doom and gloom and paranoid and im sitting there like. hes not tho#hes good at his job but hes not married to it#hes not obsessive in that way AND hes always seeing the good in people/situations#he literally QUIT his job because he fell in love and he tells Nobody when he goes on vacation so he can actually enjoy himself#when hes on a mission? yeah he dedicates himself 100%. but when its over hes chill#like he compartmentalizes like a champ (part of why he is so so so good at his job lmao)#i love him ur honor.....#ruth talks#ethan hunt#mission impossible
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I love the banter scenes, falling chairs and insertions of IV lines but I absolutely ADORE this scene where arthur and eames team up to roast yusuf. in fighting side by side they can make a lethal duo, engaged in a deadly dance wiping off enemies, but that has got nothing on them paired against a common rival-snarklord.
here’s yusuf, who always gets the last line, is the bane of eames existence cause he. would. not. shut. up. about. notconfessingtoarthur, is not afraid to tell arthur that he is in fact a huge stick in the mud sometimes, has been jolting them awake (read: scaring the living crap out of them) during the somnacin test runs... in distress, and arthur and eames decide that they simply can not let this opportunity pass up.
with everything and anything they hold dear at stake, barely two steps in to this giant ball of danger, arthur and eames collectively decide to turn in to the funniest bitches alive to make sure yusuf knows that he’s in crap and do it with straight faces I hate them
#word is that dreamshare community secretly encourage eames and arthur bantering each other#than be their subject of ridicule#job what job#let’s annihilated yusuf#look at saito#my man is stressed#he put good money to this clusterfuck and theses two are passing playground insults#I get you#married couple behaviour is roast other people together#inception#arthur x eames#dreamhusbands#I love them#my idiots
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My heart keeps finding new ways to break and sympathy-panic for Jonathan with today’s entry. Because, God. God. How could he ever have expected this? How could he ever have prepared for anything like this?
He was just on a business trip. His very first. Important, certainly! For his future, for his mentor, for his life with Mina. But now, somehow, his entire life has been broken at the neck and detoured down into this impossible scenario ripped from a sordid penny dreadful. Even as he plans and prays and tries to keep a stranglehold on his sanity and hope, the thought has to be there:
“This is it for me. This is really it. I’ll never see Mina again. I am going to live out the rest of my life here, in this cold stone box with all its monsters. I am going to be used and preyed upon by an inhuman Thing that used to be a client and is now my owner.”
(This man belongs to me.)
“I am going to have every last comfort and freedom and choice stripped away by him. I am going to be handed over to three demons with women’s faces to be used as a living winepress. I am going to die. And there are very good, very horrifying odds that death will not free me.”
(Yes, I too can love.)
Yes, he loves. And he keeps all the ones he’s loved before bound in this castle like his personal dragon’s hoard.
Jonathan will try, of course. He’ll do everything he can to try and escape. To live. To beat the nightmare or at least hold off its climax until maybe, please God, he can wake up safe and away and in Mina’s arms.
But the thought is there. The rational, odds-figuring thought that, in this scenario, every single factor is stacked against him on a supernatural level. And his hope will likely drain from him long before the blood does.
#weeping wailing and howling over my good friend Jonathan Harker#he just wanted to do a good job!#he wanted to make his mentor proud and take his first big step toward a foundation that he and Mina could get married with!#he wanted to bring home recipes and ghost stories and all the details of a great trip to Mina!#that's it! that's all!#and now this#jonathan harker#dracula#re: dracula#dracula daily
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Thought about my silly little mute chemist and his future husband... overwhelmed with feelings... I should go back to this game ........
#potion permit#chemist adam#matheo#i love my angy husband.... of the future.... who currently still doesnt like a whole lot#bc i get distracted and never get far in games#but man i really love matheo and he would def just be like fine adam what did you find#and sighing constantly when adam runs by and flashes an ily sign language gesture and beams#hes just trying to remain annoyed and i honestly enjoy that for him like#man thinks hes trying to save face but really i feel bad for p much robbing him of his job#and he really is trying to help people just like the chemist so#i really want them to team up and get married and help people together
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[CN] Victor’s Confrontation Date (Eng Translation)
⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 对抗之约, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡
[Additional warning]: ig it’s not a surprise at this point for Victor’s spicy dates LOL, but yeah, considering the vivid explicitness, if you don’t qualify for the 16+ rating of the game (CN server), it’s recommended that you don’t proceed under the cut~ :>
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【Subbed Video: Date + Calls】
[Heads Up]: WATCH THE VIDEO AKSWKASDN!!! yes do read the transcript version for yk “reading,” but DO WATCH THE VIDEO FOR THE LOVE OF—— 👁️🫦👁️
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【Chapter 1】
Victor: I advise you to think this through.
Donning a calm gaze, I walk leisurely through the cluster of bushes to Victor, enduring my laughter as I glance at his hands that are restrained behind his back.
MC: I was simply waving my hand just now. How did CEO Victor accidentally “fall into the trap”?
MC: And I have thought this through~ I’m just playing the game. Weren’t you the one who told me to blow off the steam as much as I like?
I gently caress his cheek, and my smile grows even brighter under his intense scrutinizing gaze.
After several months of continuous overtime work, my entire soul was consumed by a desire for vindictive entertainment.
As a way to relax, I found a new type of role-playing game that involves engaging in confrontations with other players. Over the course of three days, the players are to be divided into factions and compete for points by fighting for props inside a manor––
And naturally, Victor was dragged into it by me.
We teamed up with several college couples to form a group of eight. Each couple split up and joined one of the two teams, which meant that I ended up on the “opposing side” of Victor.
MC: Where did you hide your metal name tag? The rules state that you must carry it with you at all times.
Victor: I threw it away.
I narrow my eyes as I look up at him, while my hands don’t stop their motion of feeling around his chest and arms.
MC: Aw, it wouldn’t be fun if you were to do that.
Victor: I suggest you unlock the lock behind me right now.
MC: Well, I suggest you don’t make that suggestion~
Not satisfied with just this, I lift myself on my toes and softly peck on his slightly pursed lips.
MC: I’ll release you when I’ve found it.
Although Victor isn’t very keen on this game, I still concentrate on not missing any corners to prevent him from playing any tricks.
I slow down my movements and half-cling to him, feeling his blazing body temperature and the growing tension of his muscles slowly seeping through the thin fabric.
Shirt pockets, jacket’s inner pockets, back collar… I search through every corner of his upper body and still find nothing.
However, I hesitate for only a second before guiding my hand downward.
Victor: MC.
Victor: How much longer do you want to keep playing?
I deliberately ignore that increasingly intense stare and, with a completely innocent expression, reach out behind him with my hand––
My fingertips slide into the pocket of his suit pants, and I immediately feel a metallic touch wrapped in the warmth inside.
MC: Wouldn’t it have been better if you had told me just then?
Smiling, I withdraw my hand and look at the metal plate with the name “Victor” engraved on it. I then take out my game phone and scan the QR code on its backside––
“Player “MC” has gained 20 points, and Player “Victor” has lost his name tag.”
MC: Hehe, thanks for your cooperation.
I complacently pin his name tag to my chest and pantomime fixing the bangs falling in front of his eyes.
Victor: You wanna win that badly?
MC: When an opportunity presents itself, of course one should seize it.
MC: I joined forces with my teammates to deal with you specially. And as I thought, it was easily done.
This small victory causes me to feel a little smug and elated, but Victor suddenly breaks into laughter.
Victor: [chuckles softly] I didn’t think I’d be so easy to deal with in your eyes.
MC: You can’t say that. I know that Vic gēge(*) is going easy on me. After all, you’ve never been interested in this kind of activity.
MC: It just so happens that this manor is perfect for a vacation. As Pudding’s dad, you should take this opportunity for a good break, “Pudding Senior.”
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[Tidbits]: (*) as you might’ve already guessed, yes, MC calls him “泽言哥哥” (ZéYán gēge) here, the name MC used to call him when they were kids. For those unaware, when a Chinese girl addresses a boy as gēge (an intimate term of address), if not used to address her own older brother, she’d use it to address her boyfriend~ and the reason it got both Victor and MC flustered the first time they reminisced in Preference SP~ (//∇//)
You can refer to this post for more details: ♡♡
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As I say this, I gently run my fingertips over his chin, then check the time again before turning around and preparing to leave.
MC: The mechanism will automatically unfasten you after two minutes. See you later, CEO Victor!
Victor: Do you know why this game has a fixed time every day?
I’m stunned momentarily, then turn around to look at him.
Victor is shrouded in the shade beneath the tree, lifting his chin slightly. Both his hands are clearly bound behind his back, but he seems to be relaxed, as if he is merely in a dormant state.
MC: Because it’s exhausting to be on high alert all the time, right? We’re all here to have fun, so we shouldn’t put the cart before the horse.
Victor: And do you know…
Victor: What’s the reason behind this game’s three-day duration?
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【Chapter 2】
[Fair Warning in advance]: From here onwards, Victor blushes PRACTICALLY THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE DATE. As tempted as I am, it’s not possible to include over 60+ blushing sprites, so I’m just giving y'all a heads up LMAO~ \(//∇//)\
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With only a two-minute window to escape, I naturally don’t waste that time engaging in confrontation with Victor.
I know precisely what the three-day duration is for–– as long as the game is not over, there will still be possibilities to fight to retrieve our possessions.
MC: [to herself] This man doesn’t take the game that seriously anyway. If I go and stay with him after 5 pm, it should be alright…
As I calculate in my mind, I run towards the meeting point previously agreed on with my team. But before I can spot anyone, I’m dumbfounded by a string of notifications on my phone.
MC: How come both of you lost your name tags?
Qian Er: …my boyfriend! This scumbag! He duped me!
Lei Zi: My wife also totally f*cked me over…
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[Tidbits]: He is addressing his girlfriend as “my wife” btw haha~
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At this moment, I finally understand why the game organizers separated the couples…
MC: It’s okay. I’ve got the name tag. Our next step is to reclaim the ones we lost. And for that, everyone needs to work together as much as possible.
Xiao Xin: However, although the game time is from 9 am to 5pm, there is still a possibility of being “converted to rebel” during the break time…
Another boy in the team speaks up in concern.
Xiao Xin: I propose that for these three days, we all should refrain from meeting our partners in private. Otherwise, we will have to watch out not only for the opposite side but also for our own people.
Lei Zi: You’re right. I think if my wife tries to “convert me to rebel,” I’ll easily fall for it.
Qian Er: I’m all for it! The lovey-dovey brain must leave Loveland City!
Xiao Xin & Lei Zi & Qian Er: For victory!
MC: …
Are college students all so competitive these days!
As the three youngsters shift their gazes at me, I feel an invisible pressure coming over me. I blink and immediately raise my hands.
MC: …no problem.
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In order to firmly adhere to the philosophy of victory, our team members remain together throughout the entire dinner time after the first day of the game.
Victor shoots a faint glance in my direction from afar. And I, encircled by several of my teammates, have no choice but to put my palms together in apology to him.
—
I’ve been unable to find a single opportunity to talk with him all night. After returning to the room, I fiddle with the phone specifically designed for the game.
MC: …I should be able to make calls with this thing, right?
But who knew there would be a knock at the door before I could even look into Victor’s contact number?
Subconsciously thinking it’s the girl from my team with whom I made plans to meet in the evening, I casually open the door without so much as a second thought.
To my surprise, I see Victor’s face instantly appearing in my line of sight. We hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds, and at this moment, the air seems to be stagnant.
The next second, my heart suddenly skips a beat. After nervously scanning the surroundings, I immediately pull him into the room and close the door.
MC: Why are you here?
Victor: Why am I here?
He repeats my words unhurriedly, crossing his arms across his chest.
MC: …hehe, let me explain.
I briefly recap to him our team’s strategy for winning.
MC: Everyone was so serious at the time, so I couldn’t say no.
Victor: I can see that your enthusiasm is no less than that of those college students.
Victor: [sounds so wronged] In order to implement your strategy, it seems like it’d be more appropriate for me to leave so as not to affect your leading-by-example image.
With a smile, I hastily wrap my arms around his neck, leaning in to peck him on the lips.
MC: Don’t leave, don’t leave! You and I came out here to have fun together. And I certainly am very clear on who is more important to me.
MC: I was thinking about calling you just now!
Victor: Really?
Victor’s expression remains unchanged as he snakes one hand around the back of my waist.
Victor: I don’t see any signs of that.
MC: Then you aren’t looking closely enough. Examine more carefully.
Beneath the dim yellowish light, the magnified shadows on the wall merge seamlessly, not leaving the slightest gap between each other.
As my fingertips dig into the back of his shirt collar, I simultaneously take the initiative to meet his slightly pursed, thin lips, softly pecking them twice.
Victor: [blushing + sexy whisper] This little sweetness is not enough.
His voice follows the rhythm of our exchanged breaths and enters my mind, causing everything to slow down and amplify every subtle touch.
MC: Wait, my teammate will be here soon. We can’t let her catch…
A kiss forcefully cuts me off, swallowing up all the unfinished words.
The hot and moist tips of our tongues intertwine with each other. He brands a rough, grainy sensation between my sensitive lips and teeth, bringing a hint of punishment.
I instinctively tilt my head back slightly, wallowing in the haze of this dimness.
In the scorching and stuffy world, there seems to be something gently coming through.
Qian Er: …sis, it’s me, Qian Er. Are you there?
The sound of knocking on the door rings out. I hear Qian Er’s voice, who was originally supposed to come looking for me, coming from outside.
My whole body shudders in surprise. Amidst the powerful predation, I suddenly regain some of my sanity.
MC: [blushing] Victor… she is here.
Victor: [blushing + raspy whisper] I heard it.
His voice is lethally cloying, but his overly scorching lips swim down my cheeks to the tip of my ear, nibbling without the slightest concern.
Victor: [flushed cheeks + slyly hoarse whisper] You need to be careful… we can’t get caught.
He deliberately repeats what I said earlier. But his soft reminder is akin to the coaxing temptation of a devil, accompanied by his heavy breaths that make my world heat up unceasingly.
Qian Er: Are you not there? You wouldn’t happen to have gone to look for...
MC: [blushing + to the girl] …I am here!
With great difficulty, I suppress the gasp that’s on the verge of escaping me. Then I struggle to crane my head and sink my teeth into his neck.
Though the subtle bite marks are not entirely clear, they do elicit a slightly insatiable chuckle from this wicked man before me.
MC: [blushing + to the girl] I was just… taking a shower, so I couldn’t hear you.
Qian Er: Should I come back after you’ve fixed yourself up, then?
The man in front of me slightly arches an eyebrow. And in the next second, he turns even more oblivious as he continues with his bullying. He plants incredibly lingering and gentle kisses, tracing his way up from my collarbones to my neck and upwards.
MC: [blushing + to Victor] You…
Victor: [flushed cheeks + brEaThEs literally into your ear] She said she would come back later.
The arm half-supporting me lifts slightly upwards again, making it even easier for him to lean his head sideways and nibble on my throat.
Qian Er: Sis?
Victor: [flushed cheeks + even raspier, proud tone] You should give her an answer.
My brain has turned into a lump of mush, and I decide to surrender before things escalate any more “out of hand.”
MC: [blushing + to the girl] I’m feeling a bit light-headed from the shower… Sorry, can we talk tomorrow? I’d like to go to bed a little earlier tonight.
I struggle immensely to get to the end of my sentence, and through gritted teeth, I capture a few glimmers of laughter in that pair of dark and silent eyes.
Qian Er: Sis, rest up then~ Good night, sis~
The footsteps outside the door gradually fade away. I clench my molar teeth and firmly grab onto his front collar.
MC: Are you getting back at me for what I did during the day?
Victor: [flushed cheeks + torrid breath] This doesn’t count.
The instigator of this episode blends his words ambiguously into his kisses, with a hint of deep meaning flashing in his eyes.
Victor: [flushed cheeks] Didn’t you just make it clear who is more important to you?
Victor: [flushed cheeks] I merely took your words for it, that’s all.
—
•─────⋅◍♡◍⋅─────•
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【Chapter 3】
The next day, I purposely time my arrival at the front yard of the villa to avoid coinciding with Victor’s.
The other members of his team have already set off earlier, leaving only Victor, who is sitting leisurely on the sofa and flipping through a magazine.
Meeting that toneless gaze of his, I blow him a kiss from the back of the group and happily embark on my journey.
—
Today’s game proceeds smoothly beyond expectations. Relying on Lei Zi’s excellent intuition, we’ve actually found all the individuals who were separately ambushing us in different corners of the manor one by one.
“Player “Zhou Lei” gains 20 points, Player “Zhao Xin” gains 20 points…”
Qian Er: That was incredibly easy… but Lei Zi, your girlfriend’s gaze just now looked like she was gonna eat you alive.
Lei Zi: I’ll just kneel on the keyboard when I get home. It’s not a big deal.
Xiao Xin: Still, we shouldn’t let our guards down. After all, they can still snatch back the name tags.
Xiao Xin: There’s no camera in the entire manor. There are way more blind spots than we can possibly imagine…
While Xiao Xin is gesturing with his hands and contemplating the safest hiding spots on the map of the manor, Lei Zi quietly approaches me from the side.
Lei Zi: Sis, I wanna ask you for a favor.
MC: Hm?
Lei Zi: I have a special solo mission that requires the help of someone from the team... Could you help me?
Upon hearing this special invitation, I immediately perk up my ears with excitement.
MC: Sure! What do you need me to do?
—
MC: That’s odd…
I meticulously examine the surrounding area of the fountain pool, but don’t spot anything out of the ordinary.
MC: The spot Lei Zi said should be here…
I circle the place again, but still find nothing.
The water in the fountain continuously flows outward and forms cascading water curtains that carry the spraying water droplets, creating blooming specs of light under the dazzling sunlight.
I gaze quietly for a long time. Unwilling to give up, I crouch down and carefully fumble around the pool’s perimeter once again.
Suddenly, I inadvertently touch a stone, causing it to tilt slightly–– the water from the fountain ceases its flow in the next second, revealing a set of steps leading to a stone staircase at the center of the fountain.
MC: So it turns out that the stone steps were not just for decorative purposes...!
My eyes widen in amazement, and I walk up to the stone pillar at the center of the fountain, reaching out my hand to search for any special props––
“Click.”
As I watch the mechanism appear once again, the smile on my face is wiped off completely. A rubber ring suddenly emerges on the surface of the pillar, trapping my hand in place!
MC: …?!
Before I can react, a powerful force grabs my other wrist and swiftly flips me over, pinning my wrist next to the rubber ring.
“Click.”
All of this happens within a matter of moments. It’s not until both my hands are bound behind my back that I begin to comprehend the situation, staring wide-eyed at the person who is now standing in front of me.
MC: …how did you get here?
Victor: I’ve been here the whole time. You were just too slow to act.
Folding his arms across his chest, he leans down slightly to meet my eye level, looking at me teasingly.
The alarm bells in my head are ringing frantically, and a strange thought suddenly rushes to my mind, causing me to swallow nervously.
MC: Could it be that you...
Victor: Otherwise, how do you think he was able to locate everyone?
Victor: And why were they all on their own?
MC: When did you talk to Lei Zi…?
Victor: [chuckles lightly] That’s not something you need to be concerned about.
He lifts his hand and presses on something unbeknownst to me, causing the pool’s fountain to activate again.
The cascading water curtain gushes outward, creating a hazy veil that envelops us within. Instinctively, I am gripped by a sense of looming danger approaching in silence.
Victor is in complete control of this series of actions. He first made his own teammates separate, then found an opportunity to make a deal with Lei Zi––
–– and tricked me into coming here.
The manor is designed to allow players’ evasion activities, and as a result, there are numerous concealed hiding spots. And Victor knows me all too well to know that I would be intrigued by these interesting features.
He is too patient a hunter, creating the opportunity to win by striking just one blow, biting the throat of his prey in an instant.
MC: Victor, you duped me!
Victor: This extent of action doesn’t really count as duping someone.
Victor: It’s just a fitting way to blow off the steam, is all.
MC: But by doing this... your team will lose.
Victor: I have no interest in winning or losing this game.
He gently lifts his hand, caressing the “Victor” name tag pinned on my chest.
Victor: And besides, I guess you’re forgetting… it’s only the second day.
Victor: Where’s your name tag?
His dry fingertips glide slowly up my breasts, passing over my neck and caressing my cheek.
—
[Notes]: bruh they really just straight went for “前胸” (breasts)— not even caring to use short/refined phrasing like 胸/心口 LMAO 🙏
—
MC: …pinned it inside the left pant leg.
Victor: [!! elated chuckle] There’s no need to be so honest.
Victor: It’d be hard to find us here, so we still have plenty of time.
The powerful fingertips lift my chin slightly, causing the falling droplets of water to be sprinkled finely, only to have this cold sensation be melted away by the extremely intimate proximity of his breath.
He rubs his lips against mine slowly and deliberately, neither delving too deeply nor drawing back too far.
The unbearable touch feels as if my entire body is being lifted into the air. The damp mist of the water stream spreads around us, bringing our closely pressed skin even closer together.
Water droplets drip down his gently fluttering eyelashes onto my upper lip, then roll along the folds of our lips as they caress against each other, finally entering our intertwined lips and teeth.
MC: …getting back at me… you’re so petty! Evil capitalist…!
Victor has done a full circle and repeated every detail of what I did to him yesterday.
Victor: [flushed cheeks + raspiest of whispers x1] Naturally, the capitalist has to pay back twice the amount.
Victor: [flushed cheeks + x2] Also, there’s only one cat at home, and that’s Pudding.
—
[Notes]: LMFAAOOO THIS MAN!!! For those who didn’t get it– at the beginning of the date, MC addressed Victor as “Pudding’s Dad, Pudding Senior,” suggesting that he is her big clingy cat, which he 110% is LOL. But he “begs to differ” ‘cause as he showed just now, feline it may be, but he is still the beast “Lion” 😩🤣
—
His muffled words are intertwined with my heavy panting, reminiscent of a predatory beast patiently teasing its prey that it has captured.
In the long time that we’ve been together, I’ve become too accustomed to him, and in his tacit acquiescence, I would brazenly play with his “belly” without any reservations.
But he’s never been an indolent kitty.
MC: Y-you propose a term… let’s talk.
Victor: [flushed cheeks + the most seductively provocative of whispers] What capital do you have to negotiate terms with me?
The teasing I capture in his eyes itches me so much that I can’t resist biting him. But this only causes the smile in his eyes to brew even deeper in response.
MC: Just- you- wait.
Victor: [flushed cheeks + chuckles] That vigor is good.
He finally draws a few steps back, then crouches down and finds my name tag with ease.
Victor scans the QR code and affixes the “MC” engraved name tag to his chest majestically. He then turns around after switching off the fountain, preparing to leave.
MC: Why don’t you take your name tag too?
Victor: I’m just leaving an excuse.
Stepping on the stairs, he haughtily turns his head sideways.
Victor: [chuckles softly] So you won’t be too bored tomorrow.
—
Victor and I, in a sense, have returned to our starting line again.
Although we don’t sit together at dinner, we both wear each other’s name tags on our chests, creating an indescribable romantic tension.
Lei Zi doesn’t dare to make eye contact with me all evening, and I don’t wish to haggle with him, either.
—
On the third day, it becomes obvious that the other side has received Victor’s instructions and has grown more structured in their approach.
As the dominant side, our countermeasure is for everyone else to stay hidden till the last moment, while I––
I keep my eyes locked on Victor from afar across the dense bushes, provocatively maintaining a distance of about ten meters from him at all times.
—
Following several pulling and tugging, I manage to hide in a flower house, intending to catch my breath.
However, the next second, there is a rustling sound outside the window. I hear the person with a steady stride approaching, treading on the broken leaves.
Victor: Think you’ve chosen a good spot?
Beneath the hot sunlight, a few flower petals float down from between Victor’s fingers. He grips the railing of the flower window with one hand, while his fingertips insert themselves into the flower’s pistil.
—
[Tidbits]: The female organs of a flower are collectively called “花蕊”/ pistil, comprising of stigma, style and ovary. (!!! yeah reference to that innuendo of “the rose and the white thingie” in the PV)~ 💦🙏
—
His piercing gaze is even more intense than the sunlight, locking straight onto me. Even though clearly we are physically apart from each other, his imposing presence is still palpable.
His slender forearm may have been scratched by the thorns of the bushes, leaving a few glaring blood marks. But Victor remains unfazed, as if it were merely a minor price to be paid in the process.
MC: CEO Victor, aren’t you asking a question you already know the answer to?
This is too foul an approach to entice someone in this way to have them walk right into your trap.
MC: After all, you didn’t want me to run away again, did you?
—
[Tidbits]: MC switches to “您” here, which is the courteous term for “you” in Chinese, amplifying her bitterness LMAO~
—
Victor: The door is right there. You can leave if you want.
He raises his eyebrows, revealing all his bright schemes with unparalleled frankness.
MC: Will that cause too much loss for CEO Victor?
Victor: Unexpected opportunities like this always provide a chance to encounter the next one.
Victor: As long as you consider the aftermath, it’ll be fine.
—
•─────⋅◍♡◍⋅─────•
—
【Chapter 4】
Deflating my mouth, I tie the gauze on Victor’s arm into a knot, then look around the flower room without making it obvious. Finally, I shift my eyes again to my other party’s cool and collected face.
MC: You sign documents worth tens of billions with this hand. You need to be more careful.
–
[Tidbits]:MC uses “您” (the courteous term for “you”), here too LMAO~
–
MC: Ugh, my plan has been ruined. I wonder if a certain Mr. CEO would be as kind-hearted as me?
Victor: Your little thoughts are almost all written on your forehead.
Victor: Your plan is simply to have those college students hide while you stall for time, and then launch a surprise attack when the countdown is almost over.
MC: Since you were already aware of this, why did you still chase after me?
Victor: [delighted laugh] Because your ruses are enough to make me look forward to them.
An undisguised arrogance climbs up the corners of his lips, and he unhurriedly pulls back the rolled-up sleeve to his wrist. The light in his dark-colored pupils reflects my figure.
This arrogant stance arouses my fighting spirit completely. I compose myself and pantomime leaning toward him.
MC: I never thought CEO Victor would have such a wicked side to him. Shouldn’t it be the prey who is to bite in the first place?
Victor: Whether it’s done at the beginning or end makes no difference. Hunting has always been meant to be a deadly struggle between two opponents on equal footing.
Victor: In the face of a predetermined outcome, the process only enriches the ending.
His fingertips twirl themselves around the ends of my hair, making a circular motion in the air.
I gaze at him for a long time. Then propping myself up, I place my hands on both sides of his head, lowering my eyes to him.
MC: Have you ever considered that doing this would expose you to the risk of me biting your throat?
Victor: I never turn down any challenge.
Victor: Especially when it’s from you.
MC: Is that right?
I lower my head to his neck and, without the slightest hesitation, open my mouth and gently nibble on his prominent Adam’s apple.
He seems to have not anticipated that I’d be so decisive, causing his entire body to quiver instinctively.
I crinkle my eyes and silently concentrate on deepening the mark.
By the time I lift my head, the teeth marks are clearly imprinted on his Adam’s apple, shimmering with a light sheen of moisture.
MC: How does it feel to have someone bite your throat?
The answer I receive is a fiercely wild kiss.
Victor’s hand suddenly presses down, causing me to be caught off guard and collide with his teeth.
All the unspoken words between us are shattered into fragments in the entangled exploration. The rapid breaths entwined with the moist sound of water flood my entire sensory world.
My scorching breaths are constantly being swallowed up by his kisses. But I don’t simply want to sink into this passively. Instead, I stubbornly entangle myself back.
Whether it’s a conspiracy or a bright scheme, when faced with absolute power, you must show your strength.
The palm clasped around the back of my neck continues to exert force, allowing the predator to unceasingly penetrate deeper unchallenged. At the same time, I also step on his thigh and move up a little bit, causing him to release a hot and muffled moan.
My fingertips advance on his chest, and in the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of the phone that has been tossed aside.
14:59.
I kiss him even harder, counting down in my mind––
And just before the number is about to change, I suddenly yank off the name tag on his chest and hold it up over my head.
MC: I’ve won.
—
MC: You cheated!!
Victor: I thought you were very happy and willing to receive my flowers at the party.
MC: This was our team’s reward for victory. And, of course, I would accept the bouquet CEO Victor wrapped for me as the loser.
MC: Besides, this is an entirely different matter––
Even when we return to the hotel after the event dinner, I still can’t stop stomping my feet.
MC: I watched the digits jump to 59 at once. Even if I were to say that I counted faster, it still couldn’t be more than ten seconds.
MC: You must have paused the time!
Victor: Don’t blame other people as an excuse for your miscalculating the time.
Looking at his composed demeanor, I narrow my eyes and follow him into the elevator.
—
Suddenly, a thought occurs to me, and I press my lips together slyly.
MC: CEO Victor, could it be that you paused the time unconsciously and now feel embarrassed about it?
While speaking, I lean over and peck him on the lips.
As the elevator ascends, the dots of light that shine through the window swirl incessantly in Victor’s eyes. He lowers his gaze and doesn’t say anything.
MC: Still haven’t paused, eh.
Pressing my lips against his warm ones, I kiss him again.
MC: Still no pause.
MC: It seems that it wasn’t unintentional, but rather deliberate––
Victor: [flushed cheeks] You haven’t fully reconstructed the scene in the flower house. So, this doesn’t count.
The patter of rain begins to trickle down outside the window, coating the light and shadow cast on our bodies with a hazy veil. Even our mingled breaths are imbued with the hint of dampness in the air.
MC: Humph, you capitalist! You really never lose out.
Without saying anything more, I lean against the railing and pull hard on his tie knot, yanking it off directly.
Our lips and teeth tightly press against each other as our tongues dance together. I tirelessly explore his territory, leaving my mark on every crevice and corner of it.
The delicate string, as thin as the fine rain, glues our lips together as we slowly separate, panting rapidly for breaths.
The raindrops hitting the glass are reminiscent of blooming flowers, and the world has been rendered silent.
Victor: [flushed cheeks + !!?? lethally raspy, prolonged whisper pouring into your ears] Do you think I did it unintentionally or deliberately now?
His raspy voice sounds amid the suspended light and shadow, a small cloying smile hanging at the corners of his lips.
MC: It doesn’t matter to me. Regardless of whether it’s intentional or unintentional, it shows that you seem to be working hard in my hunting ground too.
I curl the corners of my lips into a complacent smile, satisfied and ready to open the distance between us––
However, before I can, the palm covering my waist firmly holds me in place and swiftly lifts me up, pressing me directly against the railing of the elevator in a flash.
–
A sudden sensation of coldness crawls up my spine, catching me off guard. To find balance, I instinctively arch my waist and cling onto him with both my hands and feet, crashing into his burning hot breath right in front of me.
I frantically search for a point of strength on Victor’s body and grab onto his coat in a tangled mess. A soft chuckle sounds in my ear, and in the next second, the space in front of me becomes even narrower.
And Victor advances another step further toward me, hemming me in completely into the confined space.
Victor: [!!?? lethally raspy, prolonged whisper pouring into your ears but 3.0] Then let me see your hard work too.
“Susurrus——”
—
[Tidbits]: !!! the term is simply “簌—” here (suggesting a rustling noise), and now look at the long ribbon of her dress that has been untied––
—
MC: [blushing] I-I, what else do I need to do? You put me down first…
Victor: [-- 5.0] I see you’ve been very bold these few days, and now you know to be scared?
The bouquet in my hand becomes heavier and heavier, while my high heels are struggling and on the verge of slipping off my toes.
Victor: [soft chuckle + !!?? 7.0 but more dangerous tone like the hunter has you right where and how he wanted] Don’t drop my flowers.
His approaching breath is like bait. As I’m trying to escape in a panic, a warm palm has already covered my thigh, pinning me firmly in place.
The sound of clothes rustling is exceptionally clear at this moment. Gentle kisses spread along my neck all the way to the tips of my ears, and together with his scorching breaths and touches, they surge into my consciousness.
The overly steady elevator quietly erases the traces of time. However, the numbers that change from time to time become the only indicator announcing the flow of time.
“Ding——”
MC: [blushing] Victor, it’s…!
The remainder of my words are crushed between our lips and teeth, and my eyes can’t help but widen. Just as I feel my heart is about to give out, he completely usurps me of the entirety of my sanity——
The elevator door opens, but there is no one outside.
Victor: This is a VIP elevator, and we are the only ones on the top floor.
Victor: Of course, there’s no need to worry about surveillance issues either.
MC: [blushing] You’re such a…
The only response to me is a quiet chuckle. And in the next second, I’m suddenly lifted up and carried outside the elevator.
—
He holds me up skillfully with one hand, not using too much force, yet using just enough to not allow me to drop back on the floor.
MC: [blushing] Put me down!
Victor: Only you would let go of your grip after biting the other party’s throat.
He lifts his foot and steps onto the thick and soft carpet, walking extremely slowly. Each step he takes causes me to descend slightly, and my entire body is practically hanging onto his.
My thighs, which are wrapped around his waist, gradually begin to weaken. But those searing hands of his remain pressed against me.
Victor: Stay focused.
The unbearable rubbing is continuously wearing away at my willpower, and his hoarse voice sounds as if he is patiently enduring a certain emotion.
MC: Next time... I will definitely not let you go.
Victor: You don’t need to wait for the next time.
Victor: I’ll give you this opportunity tonight.
Along with the sound of the door opening, the somewhat dazzling light causes me to subconsciously squint my eyes. In my dazed state, I find myself sinking into a softness.
Victor: [!!??!! INTENSE BREATHING + SIR SLOW DOWN!! WHAT IS THAT NOOISEEE] We can continue our game for a very long time now.
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Calls: here! (important read)~
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#lmao remember wondering how Dance SP passed the censorship haha— well that MQ is a three year old compared to this 🤣🤣#✧after Dance SP 🤌job- another look into “Mini Victor” getting MC love lmao~ ✧MC’s possessiveness TO THE EXTREME-—#✧Victor’s already proactive MC being even more pro for this event~✧THIS MAN!! WHY ARE YOU SO!!? every day with him indeed is an adventure🫠#their eighteen year olds fresh in love and old married couple duality 😩 UNENDING LOVE PASSION YEARNING DESIRE 🛐🛐#several more 👁️🫦👁️ to add~ WILD ANIMALS THESE TWO- THE ENERGY THEY HAVE LMAO💦#also... MC’s thing for Victor’s Adam’s apple lmfao. LIKE EVERY FRIGGIN TIME. i get u girl. i would too 😩😩#LOL also... was hoping they’d bring up his unconscious time-stopping when he is turrned on after the Top-Up SP lmao so kudos for that xD#mlqc victor#mlqc li zeyan#mr love victor#mlqc#mr love queen's choice#恋与制作人#李泽言#love and producer#mlqc cn#mlqc spoilers#mlqc translations
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Nah because if I was Colin I would legitimately have so many questions. Because hes from this huge, super close family, and none of them really acknowledge him?
Like almost everytime Anthony talks to or about him its to express irritation at him[about Marina; about him potentially extending his travel; about him taking money out to invest], the family as a whole seemed more excited to see Daphne and Auggie over him, who has been gone for literal months, like their reaction is so much more tame when he comes home. None of them even really notice how hes clearly struggling during the entirety of season 2, Eloise is directly aggressive towards him pretty consistently, and then both times he's left they barely respond to his letters???
Like they don't even pretend to care what he has to say?? Literally anything could happen to him and they wouldn't know for months, and if his letters just stopped I kinda doubt they'd really notice at first since they don't seem to care.
Hes got middle child syndrome so bad its not even funny, the fact that hes able to keep from snapping at then astounds me, because if it was me, I'd stop interacting with them entirely because it wouldn't be that much different from the current family situation.
#rainy talks#colin bridgerton#bridgerton#I will literally go to war for this man why don't they care about him#no wonder hes ad no wonder hes trying to get married when hes like 20#my guy just wants someone to want him around and his family isn't doing a good job at showing that they do#and don't even get me started on his dad I'm still not over it
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