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browniefox · 1 year

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+Anima Au Guide

I really need +anima aus to be a thing, so here's a little guide.

What the Hell is this?

+Anima is a ten-volume manga written by Natsumi Mukai - it is very good and cute, you should read it! What this au would be taking from it, though, is the concept of anima. When a child is put into a life-threatening situation, there's a chance that they will get the power of a nearby animal that will allow them to survive.

Getting an anima is rare enough that, while people are aware of them, they may still mistake fish anima or white bird anima as mermaids or angels. Those with anima are usually treated poorly and feared as something dangerous and scary.

People who have +anima are able to look like normal humans most of the time, using their anima and transforming back and forth at will. When they are not using their anima, however, there is still proof of it as a marking(s) on their body. The mark reflects the animal and what trait it gives them, and the placement usually matches up somewhat with where the animal trait shows up.

In canon, only children will every have an anima. The anima usually stays with the kids for as long as they need it, most (all?) losing it when they're an adult. The exact definition of 'child' is pretty vague - there are some teens who have anima, one is a normal teen though and one is native american-coded (called Kim-un-Kur) and the Kim-un-Kur don't lose their anima when they grow up, and one adult but that one is also Kim-un-Kur.

Can there be fake anima or manufactured anima? Surprisingly, yes! In the +anima world, a scientist figured out how to extract the anima from those with it. If it is done willingly, then that anima can be placed in another. However, the bond between the anima and the new person is fragile, and it doesn't seem to really stick around.

Some additional notes:

There is one instance of an anima being transferred from one person to another. This was with a member of the Kim-un-Kur, and it's unclear if that is a them thing or not

Sometimes, anima are shown going even more animal-like than their anima usually manifests, but this is very rare

(I imagine if this did somehow catch on to being an au, it'd be like daemon aus where the concept of daemons is divorced from the actual world of hdm, but I guess I'll add that there is a part of the world in +anima with a big anima slavery market so make of that what you will)

#browniefox speaks #anima #plus anima #+anima #senri #husky #cooro #plus anima au post

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bravopotato · 4 months

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Virus Mlp ideas

Okay so I'm not actually that into Mlp but I have been seeing these horror virus Mlp series so uh yea! :D

Basically, my idea is that it started orally. What do I mean? Well, I haven't really cleaned the idea up yet (I don't plan to actually use these so why should I?) but the idea is that Pinkie Pie basically got a cupcake as a gift from a friend who was at a party she had recently hosted. However, unknown to the two of them, the cupcake had gotten an influx of magic or something in it. So basically uh- you know their cutie marks??

Well, they have magic in them (I think???) and I feel like magic will almost always be warm/hot unless in other circumstances. So, how do they get them? I imagine it like most people imagine Undertale monsters get them, food! So, if a certain cupcake has an unreasonable amount of mafic in it then surely it would have bad side effects for the poor victim

And so this is how I imagine the symptoms are:

-Overheating

-Heat related irritation to the Cutiemark

-The glowing of the Cutiemark

-Aggression (caused by near constant overheating of the body and especially Cutiemark)

-Obsession/compulsion to complete tasks related to cutie mark (In Pinkie's case, she has random bursts of energy ((From the heat bc particles or something)) and will jump around trying to find items or just different ways to start a party or get everyone in a good or silly mood like what comes from parties)

-Lack of sleep (Duh, overheating)

-Headaches (Heat related, always heat related)

-And, most concerningly, the melting of the inside body

But why are they melting!? And how soon does this happen?? Well, because of the immense amount of magic the magic needs to form somewhere and so it chooses the closest thing to it, heat (Wow, so shocking). However, normal ponies can't handle that much and can melt. So, despite the magic trying not to EXPLODE in the body or something it's still harming the pony who isn't equipped to handle it even throughout their entire body.

Now, that's how the 'virus' works. But how would the ponies react and how would they be transferred the virus? Well uh- idk. BUT, it does turn airborne as (I'm trying to actually figure it out for yall bc I forgot abt this part srry ;p) the magic is trying to safely enter the body but can't leave all at once because of magic deficiency as well as heat deficiency. So, it goes to other ponies, and some ponies also get it orally which spreads it faster or something.

And so, Rarity soon gets afflicted with it. Unlike the now overactive Pinkie Pie, Rarity has gotten slower. It's like her own bones are melting first, so much sowing and dress making has made her 'arm' wrists worn and easy for melting. And so, she huddles in her home making dress after dress for all the people she can think of, friends, family, enemies, strangers she'd seen around town. Everyone, some even getting multiple. She knows she is ill and while Sweety Bell wants to help her sister, Rarity hides her issues as to not worry the only young sibling she wishes to have. She wishes to use her generosity to the fullest in what she believes will be her final months. She could be correct, if the magic continues to uncomfortably heat her body up like a pot being boiled. Sadly, no one has noticed the most blatant sign due to the fact that she wears dresses, suits, anything to hide her glowing Cutiemark. While she loves her mark and it's color, she cannot stand the glow as it reminds her of the sweltering heat of her home. Maybe she should open more windows, that will help right?

The next person who gets afflicted (Not come into contact) is Rainbowdash. I don't have a way she get's afflicted so I'll just make it up and you can flesh it out yourself. Rainbowdash had been so worried for Pinkie, yes she'd always been energetic but this was almost concerningly so. Her pink hair had gotten fluffier, and while Rainbowdash doesn't mind it's a sign that Pinkie's going too fast and is messing with her hair. So, she talks and hangs around Pinkie, nervously trying to see what's wrong and how to help. She is loyal after all. However, it comes to her falling as the magic has clung to her and made her faster than ever. She has Pinkie's issue, being too energetic. She doesn't understand why, but she can't help but want to fly and speed around all day with no breaks. And so she does, she speeds across town and forest and city and ocean, and then back home. It would have made a Sonic Rainboom, but only if she stopped. Passerby's see her and mention only one identifiable thing, her almost aflame rainbow hair. It's frizzed and spiked leading behind her due to her flight. She doesn't seem to notice. Maybe she can fly this energy and heat off...

AppleJack is next, and I didn't make any for her either. However, her affliction is probably pretty clear. She probably becomes more worried for her farm, obsessively thinking about it and her apples. Oh, her apples. She starts worrying about missing one, so she goes to the farm every morning and afternoon and she kicks her trees as hard as she can. Her hooves hurt, and the trees are dented and scary looking and look almost rotting, but she knows she must do this. She must be able to let her family farm thrive. So, if she has to ugly things up a bit, she doesn't mind. Granny does though, as well as her brother and sister. They don't know how to stop her worries.

Fluttershy would probably never leave her home, tending to her animals and trying to cool them off. It's so hot here, they must be so warm too. Yet, they freeze and chitter as if in winter. How odd. Surely, if she makes them colder like she wants someone to do to her, they will feel better. She'd feel better colder. The animals must be too hot. It's way too hot. Maybe she should add snow?

Spike probably can handle the heat tbh lmao

Twilight Sparkle is the second person to come into contact with the 'Virus', after Pinkie of course. She instantly notices her being ill and constantly tries to help yet she's so bouncy she gets out of her grasp. She ends up going to Celestia, who is bothered by this. How could Pinkie be so sick? Yet, it gets worse. More and more cases pop up, everyone is overheating in autumn and Twilight is concerned. I imagine she's in her princess wing and horn combo, so she can handle the heat and not get sick. Does she know that? No, but she's always been a little cold after being gifted wings.

Celestia and Luna both have never personally come across this disease, their bodies are built to withstand heaps of magic as it takes a lot to handle the actual sun and moon. So when everyone is hot because of magic, they both don't understand. They've been so cold for so long, it's hard to imagine such heat. Will they ever understand the issues of their kingdom? Maybe.

Chrysalis is.. Okay, so my first idea was that her army was like her kids??? I was thinking of bugs honestly lol. But the idea was that her army would get sick with the 'virus' (She had captured a sick pony and they got the sickness airborne) and because of their lack of cutie marks they would end up weaker. Also, because of their holes I imagine that they aren't all that strong/immune to illnesses so when they're struck by this they're all in despair. Why? Because they're MELTING. They are seeing each other melt and die to the heat and they don't understand it. Why wont their mother save them? Will Love help? How much love can fix this, and can they obtain it? The queen is doing no better, seeing all her people go so ill they cannot move. She herself, while much stronger, is not able to combat the magic and has faced her own weakness in her limbs. She blames the ponies of Equestria for this, for if that one pony had not been here no one would be dying. Of course, this is absolutely a genocide plan created by Celestia and Twilight, if she can get her hooves on them she'd make sure that everyone knew how much a lie immortality is.

However, she is unaware of how mistaken she is

Anyways that should be all if anyone wants to use it feel free bc I wont!!! I probably would help too tbh!! Idk, have fun :p

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denis-local · 2 months

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YALL, ITS YA BOI, GR4Y, AND I AM *BACK* WITH SOME *QUESTIONS*!! *insert fleshcousin yay sfx*

1. how many people buy the 💖yassified💖 fafa (i'd eat it tbh)

2. where'd boots get the 💖yassified💖 boots!? gawhdamn those are long

3. did cashier open the icecream freezer yet, i wanna buy some. (bonus, is there a 💖yassified💖 icecream flavor?)

4. Does Yassi-Spray exist?? Possibly under a different product name than Yassi-Spray? (bear spray, but for fending off the 💖yassified💖)

5. why in the FUCK is denis' tail getting stretched to oblivion in the 💖yassify💖 spectrum comic, i need to know (on the last few panels)

6. what new things can williamplayz (willyslayz) do now that he's 💖yassified💖

7. can pest sing (if so, which lady gaga song since he likes lady gaga)

8. has kasper ever tried to kill/execute (un)pleasant

9. can the 💖yass-virus💖 transfer through particles and what not

10. to add onto the last question, does kasper sneeze '💖yassify-particles💖' or something

11. oh dear dont tell me the 💖yassified💖 know how to do marketing and advertising, business, even...

12. how the FUCK did MR ring the doorbell (in the comic) when he has no hands

13. is kasper necessarily 'mad' at drretro for how she treats him (LIKE A LAB RAT. unacceptable smh)

14. does bive do blogs on the internet or something how that they're 💖yassified💖, instead of being a detective? OR DO THEY DO BOTH NOW

15. where does spud get his nails done

16. is split edible. strawberry.

17. what was the cocoon process like for pilby, how tf would it even work (since they're humanoid n stuff)

18. if bive gave reddy the 💖yass-virus💖, how the fuck did she do it?? some sorta malware program?

19. is lampert still a germophobe now that he's 💖yassified💖

20. did wallter and mark get back together perhaps (probably not)

21. what stuff DOES pest shoplift

22. what type of music does poob play at the parties

23. okay so yknow how fleshcousin has a big hole in the middle of their head? was that changed during the 💖yassification💖 process?

24. if pest bakes pie, he should start a bakery.

25. last but not least question: did kasper change their gamertag when they got 💖yassified💖.

shitton of questions i get it, but hey, thats me. (cringe too i think idk you tell me)

Another batch of questions hehehe >:D

(Another necessary cut off bdhsfqh)

1. I'd guess a lot, they are rather tasty tho also hallucinogenic

2. They probably found them in the back of the koby somewhere also they'd probably be one of the first mannequins to be infected lol

3. Never, he's hogging it all </3 (yes, mainly being sold at Crem's shop and Enphoso's store)

4. Just normal spray will do tbh, it's why Sarah carries it around ever since the outbreak started lmfao

5. My tail got infected *sobs* but dw Denis neva dies

6. More princess dresses with full faces of makeup much to Jermey's joy

7. Idk, but even if they could they would never do it haha

8. Kasper def has experimented some ways (Probably same as canon)

9. At first it was purely through bites so technically you could still smooch your yassified partner and not get infected, but as of late it seems to be getting more and more contagious. To the point it may be airborne now. Luckily Enphoso's store already has special air conditioners!

10. No, thankfully they cannot spread it through their germs. Not at all actually.

11. They absolutely do know how to do marketing and advertising </3 Enphoso is NOT helping

12. He found a way hehe

13. At first definitely, but he seems to have already forgotten about it! So he kinda forgives her!

14. Still does blogs, but it seems her new advertisements for the blog seem to be luring more people in. More people to spread the truth to!

15. Ya mama (jk, they were done by MrManeuver has a side business and for good prices!!)

16. No!!! Don't eat her cries

17. They probably got super tired and hungry at first, then made themself a cocoon, slept in it for a few days, and came out elegant as hell

18. Someway somehow a bite was enough. Even creatures made of materials that are not flesh don't seem to be safe either.

19. Yes absolutely, they probably have that clean girl aesthetic now

20. I think they're working on it (polite and fun don't mix well either I guess ah)

21. Still mainly coins, but will snatch a few lipstick tubes here and there. Now he can get away qith it more easily haha

22. Licky by Larry Tee and Princess Superstar (listen with headphones y'all)

23. Nah it's still there unless it mimics someone then they will just do the usual haha

24. He should! Maybe then he'll stop stealing coins haha

25. She would have, but he doesn't have enough robux </3

#regretevator au #yass infection au #ask post #funny lil questions haha #perfect excuse to infodump muwahahaha #also the next part is almost done #but my discord kittens /j dont gotta worry bout that they see the pages early #>:3

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doubleddenden · 4 months

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I completed the BB dex. Got 3 things out of it

Master Ball. Almost pointless since I've also completed the Paldea and Kitakami dex, but there might be one more thing to catch with it coming in January.

Diploma- looks very pretty, I'll upload later, but pretty useless

A Mark Charm- Basically it increases your chances of finding a Pokemon with a special mark. Also kind of pointless at this point? but hey, I guess it's something.

More importantly, I discovered something neat regarding the DLC pack:

Only the story portion of Blueberry Academy is locked behind story progression. In fact, you can go to BB as soon as you beat Kieran for the first time in Teal Mask, and you can get into the Terrarium as soon too- At least, after beating Scarlet and Violet's main story (and no, you don't even have to rematch the gym leaders). I reckon the main things being held back from progressing further would be the actual BBe4 challenge, because I reckon Carmine has to call for you.

Otherwise, you could totally speed run getting the paradox beasts/swords, the main requirements would be as follows:

Collect 150 Pokemon in the Kitakami dex

Complete Perrin's Blood Moon Beast mission

Go to Blueberry Academy

Collect 200 Pokemon in the Blueberry Pokedex- bit of advice, if you can transfer all the starters over, you can easily clear about 72 Pokemon right there.

After that, you should be cleared to go catch the new Paradox pokemon. No you don't need flight like a guide I saw, but yes you will need the other version exclusive beasts to complete the dex.

OH, and there's an additional new fact I learned:

If you do like I did, the orb above the Terrarium isn't green, it's like a milkish white color. I'll upload pics in a bit.

Anyway, I might continue on to re experience the dlc story all at once to see if I change my mind on how I felt about its story.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #indigo disk

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brigdh · 6 months

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Okay I'm really curious about "Seme/uke-ifed ship"

The WIP meme!

Thank you!

Ahahaha, okay, I saw a prompt asking writers to deliberately lean into OOC seme/uke stereotypes, complete with giant yaoi hands, regardless of how little they actually fit your ship. This was my silly result. This is another one where I'll just post the whole thing because I never intended to publish it (among other reasons, it involves me being mean about some common tropes).

Also, wow, on rereading I feel like I should note that I wrote this months ago, long before Stede's dream in 2x01.

“I’ve come to rescue you,” Stede said, “from Izzy.”

Ed’s hand loosened around the hilt of his knife in shocked confusion. He opened his mouth to curse Stede out, but instead what he said was, “Rescue me?”

“Oh, my darling, yes.” Stede kept coming forward, despite Ed’s bewildered backwards steps. Stede looked golden in the late afternoon sunlight that was just beginning to break through the clouds. He’d grown a beard, the short hairs just a bit redder than the waves on his head. Ed was not thinking about what it would feel like against his skin, if it would be scratchy or soft. He was distracted enough that he let Stede back him up against a wall, and then there was nowhere else to retreat to.

Stede’s hand, outstretched all this time, finally made contact with Ed’s cheek. It was big enough to touch from his hairline to his chin. “The crew told me everything,” Stede whispered.

Ed jerked his head away, but Stede just kept going in the same confident tone of voice. “How sad you were. How trapped. How Izzy marooned them.”

“Izzy?” Ed stared at Stede, but his attention was caught by the black smudge on Stede’s fingers, still hovering between them. Ed’s face paint, transferred to Stede. A dark and possessive hunger shot suddenly through him. He’d put that mark on Stede, stained him. “Yeah, that was all Izzy’s idea. Definitely.”

“I know, dear, of course I know.” Stede crowded closer, his broad shoulders cutting off Ed’s view of the rest of the deck. Ed fisted his hands in the front of Stede’s shirt, pulling him even closer. It wasn’t silk or cashmere or any of the fine fabrics he was used to on Stede; it was something stiff and scratchy, but that didn’t matter. It was still Stede. “I know you could never have been responsible for such an action. I knew right away that it must have been that horrible little man. But I’m here now. I’ll keep you safe from him.”

Ed swallowed down a burst of manic laughter, fighting it back by biting his lip and blinking his eyes up at Stede. Stede seemed taller; it must be those new boots. “Really?” Ed whispered, pitching his voice higher and more tremulous than his usual habit. “Do you promise?”

“I promise, my love.” Stede surged closer, his arms tightening around Ed. One broad hand rested at Ed’s waist, nearly big enough to wrap around it. Ed shivered with anticipation, exaggerating the movement so Stede would feel him trembling. “Oh,” Stede cooed right on cue. “Look at you. There’s no need to be afraid. I won’t let Izzy hurt you.”

Ed tucked his face against Stede’s shoulder, rubbing his cheek to smear more of his kohl onto Stede. “You can’t trust him. Please. He’ll tell you lies about me, it’s what he always does – “

“Don’t worry. I would never believe him over you.”

“You can’t let him go, either. Last time he sold us out to the British. He’ll do it again.” Ed spared a brief moment to send a silent apology to Izzy, who had honestly been quite helpful lately. But he wasn’t going to let Stede back out of this again. He had to make sure this was permanent, no escape possible. Blood on Stede’s hands was the surest way. “Stede, you have to… I think you need to….”

Stede shushed him, one hand cupping the back of Ed’s head and gently combing through his hair. “I will. I’ll take care of it.”

Ed pulled back just enough to meet Stede’s gaze. He lifted a hand to Stede’s jaw, brushed his thumb through the copper-colored beard. “Will you do it yourself? I don’t trust anyone else, Stede.”

Stede went a little pale beneath his new tan. “Well – I –“

“Please?” Ed whispered. “I’ll feel safer if I know you did it.”

Stede swallowed, the bob of his Adam’s apple brushing against Ed’s fingers, then nodded. The set of his shoulders firmed. “If that’s what you need, Ed, of course. I’ll do it. I would do anything for you. I – I love you.”

“No one else has ever told me that,” Ed lied.

Stede seemed content to stare into Ed’s eyes for a long moment, long enough that Ed decides to move things along. He let his fingers drift down along the neckline of Stede’s shirt, then curled them into the lowest point of the V. “Take me to bed?” Ed asked, glancing back up at Stede through his lashes.

Stede tightened his arm around Ed’s shoulders, then abruptly bent and scooped up Ed’s legs in his other arm. Ed choked, briefly shocked to find himself being carried like a bride. He didn’t think Stede had been this strong before; he must have spent his time away working out. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. Something new, at least. It boded well for Stede’s devotion to Ed.

As Stede whirled them across the deck to the captain’s quarters, Ed briefly met Jim’s eyes. They were standing beside Oluwande, their hand clutching his sleeve. They’d been smiling, but as soon as they saw Ed, their face went blank, expressionless except for a slight narrowing of their eyes. Near them, Frenchie stared as well, moving slightly to be more behind Jim. Ed smiled at them both and tucked his head against Stede’s shoulder. He’d have to figure out what to do about them, but he had time to plan. He had no doubt about his ability to keep Stede distracted for the next few hours.

#meme #also gaslight gatekeep girlboss forever babygirl. you're insane and I'm so here for it

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albatmobile · 1 year

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 4

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: E | TW: attempted SA mention (just dialogue) | 15.2k includes: skipping class to hang w the seniors, jayroy x reader motorcycle orgasm, Jayroy saving u from a creep, Damian paints u like one of his French girls jk kinda tho

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter Four: She's a Riot | ao3 - wattpad

THEN

It’d been weeks into your first term at Gotham Academy when Jason first appeared in your Honors English course. You watched with wide eyes as his signature skunk-stripe bobbed its way to the back corner of the room with his scarred face partially hidden in a book.

You sighed in relief at the sight of the familiar face in a class that was mostly filled with older, mean kids. Sure, art you had Damian, but every other class? Yeah, not so lucky.

Before you could second guess yourself, you got up from your desk to plop down in the seat next to him, though he didn’t stir from his book, leaving you to second-guess your decision. After all, your first meeting hadn’t necessarily been the greatest.

With him still ignoring you, you decide to be the one to break the ice. “Aren’t you a junior?”

You’d overheard whispers in the hallway about the ‘new Wayne kid’ and assumed it to be the angst-king you’d met at the manor.

“Don’t remind me,” Jason sighed and marked his place in ‘Catcher and the Rye’ as he answered you. “The boarding school I was at wasn’t able to transfer over certain courses, so I’ve been held back a few years in certain subjects.”

A few years? “How old are you then?”

His green eyes danced mischievously with your curious ones. “17. I should be a senior.”

“Oh, wow.” You couldn’t imagine being held back that many years and still being able to put forth a good effort. “That sucks.”

“Eh, I’ve already read the books on the syllabus, so that helps some,” He shrugged while you scrambled to look at the list of required books for the course. You’d only read two out of the six, but it was still something.

“You’ve read ‘Little Women?’” You move your finger to the next line and read it off. “‘The Odyssey’?”

“Of course, they’re iconic,” You snorted at his response. And to think his brothers actually had the audacity to call you the nerd.

“‘The Odyssey’ is pretty good for some ancient poems,” You admitted, but it was an understatement. The Odyssey had been one of your favorites due to its roots in Greek mythology.

Jason looked amused, “I think they’re considered epic.”

“Sure, however you want to describe it,” You waved him off as you set out your math notebook from last year that you were reusing. There were still a decent amount of blank pages to use before you’d need to get a new one, anyway.

“You’re funny,” He scooted his desk closer to you and from here, you’re better able to see deep-set scars scattered across his face. You didn’t want him to notice your staring at them, though so you quickly glanced at his mouth instead. Wait- that wasn’t any better, you thought as you came face-to-face with his plump, sharp-angled lips. “I think you and I are going to be the only competent people in this class,” He acted like he was letting you in on a secret. “First project’s due in two weeks. Wanna team up?”

You, competent? Him, hot? Okay, yes. You were in

“Sure.”

He seemed nice enough and you needed an outstanding GPA to keep your scholarship here, so the more help you got, the better. Plus, he’d already read the books? Definite bonus.

“Cool,” You blushed at his deep voice. Even just the casual nature of him splayed out in his chair had you fanning yourself with your notebook. He was so… ugh.

Perfect.

His half-lidded eyes regard you as if he was about to fall asleep while you continued to blatantly eye him up.

He was angry, hot and had scars. Not to mention the sexiest eyes you’d ever seen, but he was older. Out of reach.

You belittled yourself for even considering chasing after the naive butterflies that fluttered around your stomach at the sight of the Adonis at the desk next to you alone. Thankfully the butterflies didn’t have to stick around too long as your English teacher began going over the project, forcing you to focus in. Well, somewhat…

For the next 54 minutes, you caught yourself stealing glances at Jason’s stoic build out of the corner of your eye up until the bell rang. Students chatter instantly bubbled over your teacher’s final remarks as they packed up for their next class.

Jason leaned over, invading your space with his musky scent as you stowed your notebook away. “We should meet up after school.”

Damian hadn’t mentioned anything about you coming over, but you didn’t think he’d mind. “Sure.”

With Tim and Damian being brothers and Jason’s residency at the manor, you didn’t think it’d be out of the question to assume that Jason was another one of Bruce’s wards. It was for this reason you mentioned your locker being next to Tim’s. It’d been enough for Damian to know where you were talking about but, as evidenced by the confused look on Jason’s face, you’d been mistaken.

“Yeah, I don’t know where the fuck that is, babe.” You blushed at the nickname, “Me and Timmy don’t really get along much.”

Well then.

“He’s pretty nice,” You insisted while slinging on your backpack. Jason just rolled his eyes, following suit before motioning you out of the classroom ahead of him. “No, really. He always says hi to me and stuff.”

“That’s a pretty high bar you got there.” He seemed just to be following you, so you headed to your next class with Jason in tow.

You laughed, realizing too late how pathetic that had sounded, “After my first few weeks here, you have no idea.” Jason screaming at you in the manor had truly been nothing compared to the insults and rumors your classmates slung your way each day.

“What does that mean?”

You dodged his question easily, “Don’t you have a class to go to?”

“No,” He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Me and Roy are ditching to get something to eat.”

Why did that name sound so familiar?

“Who’s Roy?” You kind of remembered hearing that name at Star City, but he had been a high schooler at the time you’d been in middle school there. Probably wishful thinking, you thought to yourself. After all, there was obviously more than one Roy in the world.

“My friend,” He looked down at you with amusement.

“Cool,” He laughed at your imitation of him earlier in class, leaving you to blush at being caught.

“Sure, kid.” He sighed at your responding glare, “And don't try to tell me you’re not a kid when you’re the same age as that demon brat.” You assumed he was talking about Damian for, well, obvious reasons.

“Would a kid know to make fun of you for reading Alcott?” You countered with a pointed brow.

“Okay, fuck off,” He chuckled a bit. “Where’s this class you’re headed to anyway?”

You faltered in your steps. “Should be in this wing,” You paused, looking around at the surrounding doors. “Maybe down this hallway?”

Damn, you’d taken the wrong hallway again and ended up lost. It happened at least once a week, at this point, in the maze that was Gotham Academy.

“Alright, so what I’m hearing is you don’t appreciate classic literature, or know shit in general,” You gaped at him. “And now we’re both lost,” He sighed in tandem with the late bell ringing. The two of you watched as the last stragglers slipped away and disappeared into their classrooms. His pocket vibrated and he produced his cell phone to answer the call with an annoyed, “What?”

You didn’t know whether to stay with Jason or continue looking around for your class, so you elected to awkwardly stand off to the side as Jason narrated to someone, likely Roy, your current location.

“We should wait here,” You nodded at his statement, not really knowing what else to do. Jason shifted to lean against the hallway wall closest to you and you dropped your heavy Batman bag to the floor with an echoing thud. “You carrying a dead body in there or something?”

You gave him an odd yet amused look. “Because that’s the most logical thing I’d be carrying around in this tiny-ass backpack.” He shrugged, once again looking down each end of the hallway you were in, “Doesn’t your dad own this school, or something? How are you lost?”

Jason’s glare settled over you immediately, causing you to inadvertently step backward into the wall. “First off, he’s not my dad,” You nodded hastily until he dropped his glare. You hadn’t even realized you’d held your breath until his green eyes looked back down at his phone. “Second, he just funds the school. At least I think. I don’t know. I haven’t been around much until recently,” You gave him a quizzical look. “Boarding school and all,” He mumbled.

“I didn’t mean to offend you.” He at least had the decency to look somewhat ashamed for blowing up on you. “I mean, everyone has their daddy issues.” That much could be said for you- well, parent issues. Neither of them were around enough to check in on you, let alone to care that you existed. “I get that.”

“Cool.”

You dropped the topic and smiled lightly at what seemed to be becoming an inside joke between the two of you.

“For sure,” He smiled back and, this time, it seemed genuine. That was a relief. The last thing you wanted was to be on his bad side again.

Soon enough, over-styled, familiar red hair came into view complete with an untucked uniform and loosened tie.

“Yoo! I know you.” He threw up his arm and waved at you. “Us Star City kids gotta represent!” Once he got close enough, he stuck out towards you for a hand for a low high-five.

You lightly tapped his opened hand with a grin, “Hey, Roy.”

“I thought I saw you around the halls,” He said your name. “I was stoned out of my mind, though, so I wasn’t too sure.”

“Really?” You looked at him doubtfully, not bothering to touch the stoned part. “I’m surprised you even remember me, to be honest.”

You’d never talked, having only seen him hanging around the cafeteria sometimes after school, if that. It was possible you’d seen a tuft of his red hair sticking out of the crowd at the occasional football game if you bothered to go, but with no friends, it wasn’t really worth the trek or the $10 ticket.

“Still have the prettiest eyes, princess,” He shrugged nonchalantly from in front of you and Jason with a wicked glint in his light green eyes. “That’s how I knew it was you.” You gulped, not sure how to respond to his blatant flirting. It was one thing to tease Damian, but Roy and Jason were older and you had to be more careful. “What are you doing around these parts anyway?” Roy asked, ushering you and Jason into the hallway opposite your current one.

Jason wordlessly picked up your backpack like it weighed nothing and slung it around his free shoulder. You knew better than to try and fight him on it, so you just let him carry it around as Roy led the two of you around the labyrinth of Gotham Academy.

“I’m here on scholarship.”

“You say it like you wouldn’t be here otherwise,” Jason chimed in.

He was right, but they didn’t need to know that.

This was your only chance at escaping the same fate as your parents- doomed to scavenge for money by any means for the rest of their lives. It left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you couldn’t show it.

“I mean, truthfully, the scholarship is the only thing that would make me come to a crime-hole city like this.” It was partially true. Gotham, even its richest parts, weren’t for the faint-hearted.

Anything could happen at the flip of a coin.

“Fair enough,” Roy said as you entered a long corridor facing the back doors of the school. You’d only been back here once, but remembered enough to know that the whole back area was fenced-in by a high, cobblestone wall.

“Where are we going exactly?” You asked as you hesitantly let them lead you out the back.

“I thought you were ditching with us. My bad.” Roy looked to Jason, who turned at you with a questioning glance, “It’s cool. There’s no pressure, dude.”

“I forgot to mention she was looking for a classroom. It’s my fault.” Jason saw the hesitance on your face and handed you back your twenty-some-pound backpack before rubbing at his shoulder. “I don’t know where shit is to be any help.”

“I can still show you where your class is,” Roy offered helpfully, watching as you struggled under your backpack’s hulking weight.

Okay, skipping was definitely not up your alley, but showing up to class this late also wasn’t.

It’s not like your parents would be there to pick up the call that you'd skipped anyway, you thought bitterly. Looking down at your phone, you anxiously noted that it was 10 minutes past the late bell and figured it was too late to show up at that point.

“No, it’s good,” You started walking further back on the grounds to where the gardens and tennis courts were. “Jason wanted me to come, anyway,” You gave a small smirk, testing out just how much sass you could unleash on them.

“Sure,” He laughed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.”

There it was again. The nickname that already had you in a chokehold.

“Where are you guys eating at?”

“Oh, yeah, food would be sweet,” Roy clapped you on the back. Not lightly, mind you. “Good idea."

“Jason said you guys were getting something to eat?” You stated the obvious. Had that not been their plan after all?

"Sure, yeah," Roy tried to cover up with faux nonchalance. Jason, on the other hand, looked downright guilty. “Want to go to the diner on fifth?”

You reached the courtyard wall, where they immediately began to climb over it, but you just stood there. The wall’s daunting height only seemed to double the longer you stared. Roy dropped back down from the top to grab your backpack before throwing it up to Jason, who sat saddled over both sides, with ease.

Jason caught your backpack and dropped it to the other side before doing the same, just after Roy rejoined him on the top of the wall.

“Okay, I didn’t realize skipping school involved level 20 calisthenics skills,” You brushed your sweaty hands on the front of your skirt as you finally approached the wall.

“Video game talk, very hot. Nice, nice,” His red hair bobbed from above with his enthusiastic nods. You struggled for a bit until he started pointing out odd stones that stuck out. “Put your foot there, good,” You blushed at the insignificant praise. “Just like that.” You were a bit over halfway up the wall when Roy offered you his right hand to pull you up.

Once at the top, you held down the center of your skirt to keep it from rising before maneuvering both legs over the side so you could peer down at the ground below you.

Below you, Jason seemed entirely entertained by the whole situation. He eventually opened his arms and motioned for you to jump.

“Hurry up, princess.” Roy ushered from beside you. “Your chariot awaits.” What chariot he was referring to, you didn’t know, but you did know that you didn’t want to get caught.

“Coming, coming,” You waved Roy off, leaving him to gracefully drop to the grass below. “In the comics, they roll. Should I roll?”

“Do whatever the fuck you need to; just hurry up.” Jason motioned once again for you to jump.

You looked behind you, then at the ground again. “Alright,” You leaped from the wall and rolled onto the grass with as much grace as a newborn bird. “Ow, okay. Rolling does nothing,” You groaned, gathering your bearings on the ground when you suddenly heard Roy clearing his throat. You peered up to see the older men pointedly avoiding your general direction. You quickly glanced down only to become mortified by the sight of your bright red Flash-themed panties on full display. “Oh, fuck me. Come on.”

If there was a word greater than embarrassment, that’s what you were, but like times ten. Scratch that, times 100.

You pulled down at the plaid uniform skirt, desperately shifting it back into place. You refused to meet Roy’s eyes as he extended a hand to lift you up, but you ultimately ended up taking it.

You were pretty sure your face was going to remain red for the rest of the day and seriously considered hanging your head in shame, taking the L and just going back to class. That and never showing your face around either of them again.

Yeah, that sounded about right.

But you did none of that. Instead, you looked at them defensively, challenging them to say anything about what they’d just witnessed.

Jason merely tilted his head in the direction of the parking lot, still content to avoid eye contact. He didn’t leave any room for conversation anyway. “We’re going to get caught if we stay around much longer.” You and Roy nodded, following his lead all the way to the far side of the parking lot where there were three Challengers, a station wagon and a red motorcycle.

You silently begged whatever gods were out there that you wouldn’t be taking the death-trap.

It was for naught.

Jason and Roy soon sidled up next to the obnoxious crimson motorcycle that put the red of your Flash undies to shame. They beckoned you over and you obliged, albeit hesitantly.

“Problem with the ride, kid?” Jason quirked a brow your way.

“If anything, I’m just thinking about how this adds to your whole superfluous, angsty persona,” You shrugged and continued to eye the bike with disdain.

“A true angst king then, perhaps,” Roy added.

“Indeed,” You nodded and fist-bumped, leaving Jason to roll his eyes.

“Good to know you’re both brushing up on basic ACT vocab, but can we get a move on?” Roy wasted no further time in sitting down on the bike before patting his lap.

You looked over at Roy, “Don’t you have a car or something?”

“Forgot my keys?” You glared as you let out a resigning sigh and straddled the seat, not wanting to keep Jason waiting any longer. You backed up a bit before ultimately settling down onto his lap. “Usually, Jason drives anyway. For real, though,” He said, trying to make you feel more comfortable and less like a set-up, considering you were sitting in his lap and he’d just seen your panties.

It did help you calm down a bit.

Jason handed you his red helmet, then maneuvered to sit. His added proportions forced you backward, higher onto Roy’s lap.

“Alrighty then, a warning next time would be great, princess,” His voice sounded restrained, leaving Jason to snicker as he continued to find the best way to sit. Huffing, he turned around to spread your thighs before turning back around and pushing his back in between them.

You sat there stupefied; eyes wide, blush evident like a dumbass.

His touch had been brief but firm.

You were grateful the gasp you felt stirring didn’t make it past your lips. Especially when all you could feel was the leather of his jacket flush against your bare thighs where his touch still lingered.

“Don’t suppose you have any more badass jackets lying around?” You managed around your sudden flash of arousal.

“Ha, ha,” He toned, unamused. “Very funny,” He shifted slightly, inadvertently causing the center seam on the back of his jacket to come into contact with your seam.

This time, you’re unable to hide your reaction as the contact leaves you arching backward into Roy.

Being between the two of them had left you both hot and bothered and now also extremely wet.

“I, for one, think she’s a riot,” Roy added unhelpfully.

“Thanks, Roy,” You said, thankful for the distraction.

You were still breathless from the dizzying leather contact in front of you and the muscular wall behind you that trapped you against it. You shook yourself out of your remaining stupor to put the helmet on to further hide your flustered state.

“Anytime,” He patted the top of your thigh where his hand had been resting. “You told us to hurry up, so come on, bro.”

Just as Roy finished his sentence, Jason rev’ed his engine up, eliciting a huge roar as he high-tailed it out of the parking lot.

You desperately clung to Jason’s rock-hard stomach while wrestling to keep your skirt from flapping up in the wind. From behind you, Roy howled with laughter right next to your ear at the adrenaline-inducing speed, but a sharp turn had him shutting up real fast. He then focused on wrapping both arms securely around you as Jason continued to zip around midday Gotham traffic on his bike.

You’d lost the battle with your skirt long ago until Roy, having seen your pathetic plight, adjusted his grip. His right arm situated around your waist while the other splayed itself between your thighs to keep the offending piece of fabric at bay. “I got you.”

All you could manage was a nod.

The vibrations, coupled with Roy’s unfortunate-yet-fortunate hand placement, made you feel like you were in your room going at it with your vibrator.

You were glad the skirt acted as a barrier between your leaking arousal and Roy’s wrist, but it was only so thick. With the steady piling of chilling heat in the bottom of your stomach, you knew this wasn't going to end well.

You were suddenly slammed against Roy’s forearm and into Jason's back when he came to an abrupt stop at a red light.

“Oof!” You fell directly back onto Roy’s lap. “You’re doing this on purpose.” You growled through the helmet, assuming he’d think you were talking about the excessive speeding, but no. You were talking about the delicious friction that was about to push you to your limit.

He held up his hands in faux surrender before quickly shifting them back to rev the handles as the light turned green.

“JASON!” You screamed as he went from zero to round the corner at a highly illegal speed.

Even through the helmet, you can hear his gorgeous laugh. He’s only laughing for so long as he completely blows through a speed bump, leaving the bike and all its inhabitants airborne from the shared seat. “HOLY SHIT!” You screamed as you bounced back onto Roy’s lap at the same time your chest bounced against the back of Jason’s leather jacket.

Roy let out a pained groan at the contact. “I agree,” He mewled. In your highly aroused, nearly lucid state, your clit throbbed at the noise. “This is definitely on purpose.”

You probably would’ve laughed along had you not been seconds away from your first, very public, orgasm on a motorcycle.

Your shaky breath by then had fogged up your helmet, leaving you completely blind to everything around you. For some reason, this wasn’t helping your problem in the slightest and, if anything, was amplifying their obscene onslaught against you.

You attempted to shift, but were ultimately unable to find any relief from the, er… relief you were already feeling. At least, that is until Roy smacked your thigh, holding it in place to stop any further movement from you. It was worse, a lot worse. And by worse, you meant better, a lot better for other things.

You stilled suddenly as your eyes rolled back into your head. The vibrations, coupled withRoy’s hand on your spread thighs and your grip on Jason’s abs took control over your body.

You shifted your hips forward against Jason’s back while your head fell onto Roy’s shoulder with a silent gasp. You quickly came to the realization of what you’d just done and straightened instantly in Roy’s lap to play it off.

“Can you guys stop humping each other back there for two seconds? We’re almost there.” Your back tensed at his sudden statement and you wondered if your orgasm hadn’t been as quiet as you’d thought. There was no way, though, right? Jason was surelyjust joking… That had to be it.

“Swear she just passed out, dude.” Jason and Roy cackled as you attempted to regulate your breathing, “I think your driving knocked her out, or some shit.”

Sure, you thought, if that’s what they said happened, who were you to correct them? You glanced down to where an uncomfortable damp spot in your Flash-themed panties told the real story and made sure it stayed covered up.

Jason hadn’t lied. Seconds later, the bike came to a lurching stop in the empty parking lot where the force of the brakes sent you and Roy pushing against Jason’s muscular back.

“Was all of this necessary?” You asked him, still half-hanging over his shoulder from the abrupt stop.

“Plenty, babe,” He turned his head so it was breaths away from your helmeted one with a wicked smirk and hopped down to help you get off the bike. Roy moved his hand from in between your thighs so you were free to hop off using Jason’s hand for support. “Was it really that bad?” You gave him a deadpan glare in lieu of an actual response as you returned his helmet.

“She was shaking the entire time,” Roy answered for you, shaking with laughter as he got down too.

“I thought there was something wrong with my bike,” Jason snorted.

You hastily steered the conversation in a different direction before it got any further. “It’s all super hilarious,” You fake laughed obnoxiously before crossing your arms. “So, are we gonna go eat or what?”

“Jeez, Princess. You think you’d be a bit more mellowed out right now.” You glanced wearily at Roy after his oddly specific comment, but refrained from any further questioning so they’d drop the topic completely.

“Hangry,” You offered instead of taking the bait. “Now, let’s go.” You ushered both of them inside only to be led by them to the booth furthest in the back. The table was angled in just the right way to be able to see the diner counter and the entrance.

You all ordered and you pulled out your phone to see a text from Damian asking why you’d missed art class. You sent back a quick reply that you’d tell him later before slipping your phone back into your backpack.

“Baby’s first skip day?” Roy motioned over to your phone. “Parents already on your back?”

“Sure.” Parents were another topic you wanted to avoid.

Roy seemed to take the hint and offered a toast as soon as all of your milkshakes came out. “Well, cheers to your first day of delinquency.”

“I’ll cheers to that,” Jason clinked his strawberry against Roy’s chocolate peanut butter and soon your own frosted glass joined in the mock celebration.

“To maybe having a few more,” You said. “Emphasis on the maybe, though.” You warned, but they were too busy slurping to pay you any mind.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see.”

Your food arrived and you chatted more about their classes and hobbies.

It turned out Roy was playing the same video game you’d had your eye on for a year now, so a majority of the time was spent with Roy trying to explain the plot and failing miserably, leaving Jason to correct him every other few minutes.

“He was stoned out of his mind on that level,” Jason would butt in every few minutes or so and you’d lean in closer to hear the actual storyline per Jason.

“We should play together sometime.” You slouched down in the booth with a groan on account of your overly full stomach.

“Why not now?” Jason suggested, looking at you for permission.

You’d all finished at that point, but you’d planned to head back to school after your long lunch.

Now you were debating. You’d already left the school premises, so was there really any point to going back? You looked at your phone, seeing your long lunch had well extended into last period.

You gave him an affirming look, “Let’s do it.”

You slid out from the booth to let Roy out. Meanwhile, Jason fiddled around in his leather jacket until he produced a wallet. Jason slapped a $100 on the table and gave you and Roy a look that it was not up for debate on who paid.

A man walking in held open the door for you and Roy, but Jason being the straggler, ended up right in the crossfire of said man’s sneeze. Jason stumbled out of the entryway with a horrified face, greeted by the sight of you and Roy cackling at his misery.

“I need a shower. No,” He shuddered as he stalked over to the two of you, “five.”

“I’ll join you,” Roy obnoxiously wiggled his brows at Jason. “I’m so dirty, daddy.”

Jason gawked briefly, then quickly wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Fuck off, you gay ass.”

The two of them laughed at that, but you shut it down.

“You know, you really shouldn’t make fun of someone for their sexuality.”

They both looked at you blankly, then at each other and grinned, “PFFT!”

“I’m serious,” They began to laugh to the point you ripped the helmet from Jason’s bony-fingered grip. “It’s not funny!” You stuck the helmet on your head and plopped onto the bike with crossed arms. “Lots of men are put down or unjustly feminized for being gay or bi. You guys shouldn’t perpetuate that kind of culture.”

Roy snickered, wiping mirthful tears from his gorgeous eyes, “No, princess, you’re right.” He elbowed Jason, who’d stopped laughing soon after your statement. “Guess we don’t have to hide our undying love anymore, Jasey-poo,” He began to obnoxiously smooch at the air around Jason’s face.

There was a sudden shift not even you could’ve been prepared for, let alone Roy.

Jason backed up, face scrunched up in disgust, “Shut up and get on the bike, Roy.” Jason refused to meet either of your eyes. Well, not that he could even see yours through the darkened helmet visor, but even through the dark tint, you could tell Jason seemed bothered.

You sighed internally, that’s not what you’d meant to do at all.

Roy cleared his throat, throwing on the second helmet. “You’re gonna have to get up, beautiful.”

“Oh,” You quickly got up so Roy could sit where you’d just been. “Sorry.”

You fiddled with the oversized helmet as you sat back on his lap with a soft bounce. This time, you knew what to expect in terms of positioning, so settling onto the bike didn’t take as long nor had as many adjustments. Your clit was still tender from earlier, which made the ride back somewhat painful rather than the pleasure you’d felt earlier.

The three of you pulled into the manor just as Tim and Stephanie were walking through the gates.

“Yooo!” Stephanie threw a peace sign in your direction.

“Hey!” You took off the helmet and handed it to Jason, who held out his other to help you down.

“Don't you look all hot and bothered,” She wiggled her eyebrows, referencing the squished position between the two seniors.

The four of you chatted as you walked into the manor, where you met a confused Damian in the foyer.

He looked surprised to see you. “You weren’t in class today.”

You rambled a bit before Stephanie cut in.

“Trouble in paradise?” She cackled, causing her blonde tresses to bob up and down. “You should’ve seen her ride.” She obnoxiously winked at Jason, who blew past her without a word to go upstairs.

You immediately looked at Roy, who shrugged and saluted to the other three in the room. “Fuck it, we ball.”

“What?” Your head tilted in confusion. Damian seemed to be in the exact same boat.

Roy simply tilted his head where Jason had gone, “Come on, princess.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Damian cut Roy’s nonsense off, saying your last name in an accusatory tone.

Well, you thought as you looked anywhere but at him, you were busy orgasming all over the back of your brother and his friend. “I got cold feet?”

He scowled, “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll be there for you. In the class, I mean,” He quickly corrected as he looked over your shoulder to where Roy lingered, “Perhaps you’d want to make up for the time we lost?”

You snorted, “Talk normal, twerp.”

He ignored you, moving both hands behind his back. “Father will need me soon but, until then, would you want to hang out?”

“Yeah, sure.” You looked to Roy for permission as if you needed it, but he just motioned to the two of you to follow after Jason. “I wasn’t trying to skip.” You confided as the three of you began walking up the stairs.

“It doesn’t seem like you.” He agreed with your statement, turning to glare at Roy, who paid him no mind. “Don’t let these hooligans deflower your innocence.”

The worst part was he was being completely serious. No, the worst part was they technically had deflowered you, albeit without knowing.

He merely glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes as Roy howled, having to hold onto the banister for support. “Oh, my god, Damian. You’re hilarious, little dude,” His face was turning red enough to block out his freckles as he continued to howl, “Deflower, PFFT!”

“DAMIAN!” Your mouth dropped open in complete shock. “What the fuck is your deal?!”

You smacked at his shoulder. He returned the action tenfold, nearly sending you over the railing of the stairs with his brute power. You winced at the contact and hissed out an ‘ow.’ His eyes, however, remained glued to Roy’s back.

“What’s up?” Jason greeted monotonously once the three of you found him in the library.

“I thought we were gaming?” You questioned Jason, who sat on the floor with his papers spread out in front of him

“Yeah, what the hell,” Roy walked over to Jason and destroyed his organized papers by chucking his bag on the ground in front of him. “Then you ditched me to babysit, dude.”

Damian quirked a dubious brow, “More like the other way around, Harper.”

“If anything,” You concurred.

The redhead motioned between the two of you as if it explained everything, “See what I’m talking about?”

“Sure, Roy,” Jason glanced up at you with amusement glimmering in his verdant eyes. Your cheeks heat up instantly at the contact, immediately shiftting your eyes over at the copy of ‘The Odyssey’ trapped in his attractive hands. Was there any place on Jason’s body you could look at and not get flustered by? “And we need to get started on our project, so,” He motioned to the papers.

“Give me that, Todd.” Damian flipped over the book impetuously to scowl at both sides, “Purely elementary.”

“And what are you and Roy reading?” Jason challenged.

“‘Animal Farm?’” You chimed in, voice dripping with sarcasm. “No, ‘Lord of the Flies?’”

“Don’t you join them!” Damian insisted, looking at you somewhat betrayed. Roy and Jason laughed as you comforted a distraught Damian and assure him that you’re not, in fact, ganging up against him. “It’s ‘Grapes of Wrath’, for your information.”

“Ah,” You pat him on the back. “Nature is king is a reoccurring theme. Boom, I just wrote your thesis for you.”

“Please, we have to go more in-depth than that.” He scoffed. “It’s a lot more complex than ‘The Odyssey’.”

“How?” Jason challenged. “Different genres, different time periods. It’s completely unfair to even compare the two unless you’re just talking about them being literary classics.”

Roy leaned over to fake whisper to you, “I love it when he gets all book-wormy.”

You nodded distractedly in agreement as you watched the literary battle between Jason and Damian roar on.

“They’re about the plight between families, albeit for different reasons and how they’re able to overcome to ultimately come back together.” Damian said. You nodded, being able to see where his analysis was coming from.

“Odysseus was on his own for the entire book practically.” Jason pointed out the flaw in his argument, but Damian was quick to refute it.

“It’s a hero’s journey; of course he’s alone,” He said. “It always is a lone journey,” He gave Jason a meaningful glance that had you furrowing your brows.

You nudged a distracted Roy. “Reminds me of Batman, to be honest.” You lowered your voice into a dramatic rasp and use your arm to create a fake cape to cover the bottom half of your face. “I work alone.”

Damian wrinkled his nose, having heard you, “Please never do that again.”

You all burst into laughter. Well, except for Roy, who was vehemently scribbling down what you assumed to be notes. Upon closer inspection, however, it all just appeared to be random, disconnected scribbles.

He seemed to sense the weight of your eyes on him because he tried to explain, “I think I’ll actually manage to pass this year.”

“Yeah,” You drawled, looking back down at his chicken scratch, turning your head every which way to make sense of it, “if you can ever manage to go back and decode this shit.”

“I, for one, can read it perfectly.” He boop'ed you on the nose, leaving you to snort.

“Hey!” Jason and Damian complained suddenly.

You turned from Roy to see them glaring in both of your directions.

Your eyes widened with confusion, “What?” Damian muttered something under his breath and then, out of nowhere, asked you to help him with his English homework. “Damian, you’re in Roy’s English class… Two years above me.” You reminded him.

“Fine,” He sighed and made a demanding grab for the papers you were busy pulling out of your backpack. “Then I’ll help you with yours.”

“Unless you just up and do it, I can’t imagine how much help you’ll be,” You shrugged as he looked over the papers with a heavily focused look before shoving them back into your expectant hands.

“Pass.” Damian gave a curt nod before leaving you, Jason and Roy alone with a growing mountain of homework. “Enjoy these losers.”

“Keep those petals flowery, Damian.” Roy looked up from his notes to wink at Damian’s retreating form. He nudged his elbow into your arm, “Right, babe?”

“That’s my nickname for her, Roy.” Jason looked at you for an explanation but was met with you blushing at the memory of Damian’s uncalled-for comment on the stairs.

“You’re right,” Roy smirked, turning to you. “Wouldn’t want to confuse you, now would we, princess?” He winked, leaving you to roll your eyes in return.

You wished your cheeks would go back to their normal fucking color already, but they stubornly refused.

“Are we actually going to work or not?” You reminded Jason of your upcoming project, but he quickly waved you off. It seemed like his priorities had changed after Damian’s appearance in the library.

“Roy, pass me the shit.”

You raised a brow, but Roy just nodded with a coy smile before pulling out a gigantic colorful wrapped treat.

“What is that?” You skeptically eyed the treat as it was passed between the two boys.

Jason unwrapped it, looking pointedly at Roy with a silent question, but Roy just shook his head.

“They’re edibles, dumbass.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, “I think I like ‘babe’ better.”

“Noted,” He said, taking a huge bite and offering it your way, but you held up a hand to pass.

Soon enough, absolutely no work had been done and the two of them had taken to fucking around with each other, making it nearly impossible to read. You tried to ignore their rambunctious laughter and rough-housing as you continued to note, but eventually, it got to be too much.

You sighed, catching both of their attention as you snapped your notebook shut. “I’m soo glad we’re partnered together on this project.” The sarcasm rolled off you in waves as they both finished off a second Rice Krispie each. Great. You continued to work on the outline you needed to complete by Friday while Jason and Roy immediately went back to reinitiating their smack-fest on the floor.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll do my fair share. It’s not like the weed is gonna stop that.” Jason reassured you, panting as he held Roy down on the floor by a fistfull of his firey hair, but you doubtful.

In true stoner fashion, Roy butted in, face still smashed hilariously against the carpet. “Shit's less dangerous than alcohol. Don’t believe the shit they tell you about da kush.”

“Dude,” Jason shook his head at Roy’s pathetic lingo, pushing down harder on him until Roy’d had enough. You watched half-amused, half-annoyed as Roy slammed Jason to the spot on the carpet Roy’d warmed up for him. The dumbass stopped to admire his work too long, leaving an open invitation for Jason to tackle him by the midsection to the ground below.

“I think I’ve done enough rebellious teenage things for one day,” You admitted hesitantly, looking from the offending pot Fruity Pebble Rice Krispies Treats to the sweaty fuckeres rolling around on the floor. “Besides, those don’t even look good.”

“True,” Roy panted, ignoring your last comment about the edibles as he held Jason in a headlock. “We did just break your skipping virginity.”

They really had no idea about the true extent of virginity that had been taken from you that day, leaving a faint blush to appear at the memory of the motorcycle ride. That, along with Damian’s weird ‘deflowering’ comment.

“And with that lovely comment, Roy,” You squinted your eyes in his direction. “I’m out. I actually plan to get my shit done before school tomorrow.”

“You’re so smart, princess,” Roy made a heart with his hands over his actual one. “Maybe it’ll rub off on me one day,” He winked and Jason smacked him audibly on the arm.

No motorcycles ever again, you silently concurred after another one of Roy’s pointed comments about earlier that day.

“Stop trying to act like a fuck boy. It’s completely out of character,” Jason belittled his red-haired friend.

“Don’t even get me started on you Mr. Brooding, bad boy,” He morphed his face into Jason’s seemingly permanent scowl, doing his signature ‘tch.’ “Babe this, babe that, check out my motorcycle I only got from my dad because I-” Roy trailed off, crossing his arms at both of your wide gazes. “What?!”

Jason looked deathly murderous.

Definitely your cue to leave, especially considering what you witnessed the last time you saw that same look on his face. You shook your head, thinking back on your first visit here to now. So much had changed. Plus, you definitely had a lot more friends than you did the first time. You smiled lightly to yourself at this as you collected your things in the wake of their argument.

“Alright, I’m officially out. Have fun with each other and all of this,” You gestured to the papers and edibles. “I’m actually going to get my shit done. See you guys tomorrow.” You managed over their bickering, but neither seemed to notice.

As you shut the library door behind you, you heard Tim’s quiet voice too late and you ended up bumping directly into him. He greeted you somewhat off-handedly before giving your disheveled uniform a once over. You attempted to smooth out your skirt, which had been creased from your earlier ride, then adjusted the straps of your superhero themed backpack on your shoulders.

“Don’t think I noticed that the first time,” He said, referring to your bag. “You read comics?”

“Of course!” You couldn’t help that the volume of your voice raised with your excitement. No one ever wanted to talk comics with you, especially no one in Gotham. It was taboo in a way most cities would never be able to comprehend.

You’d tried to get Damian into Batman of all things, but it never held his attention. According to him, it was all “girly-soap-opera bullshit anyway.”

“Want me to walk you out?” You nodded and he moved to guide you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I feel like I keep seeing you, but you’re gone before I can talk to you.” He admitted. “Who do I have to fight to get some attention from you?” He flashed a gorgeous smile in your direction, forcing your eyes away from his delicate attractiveness.

“Talk comics with me?”

He gives you an amused smile, “Yeah, I can do that.” You ended up sitting down next to Tim in the living room, which was situated next to the foyer. He patted at the spot on the couch right next to him and you ended up settling close enough that you could feel warmth radiating from his slender form. “Who do you read?” He glanced down at your backpack and smirked. “Besides Batman, that is.”

You blushed, not sure how much you wanted to nerd out in front of Tim. You didn’t want to scare him off and having him think you were some weird freak. “Long answer or short?”

His bright eyes glistened with something you couldn’t read. “Long.” His voice was deep and controlled, making you squirm slightly in your seat.

You still weren’t encouraged he knew what he was getting himself into, but you divulged anyway.

“Well, living in Star City I’m partial to any of the Arrow comics, Black Canary included.” You added but thought it was pretty self-explanatory. “Flash family is pretty interesting too with the whole speed-force thing… Poor Kid Flash,” You lamented as if the storyline was actually real. “Can’t go wrong with Huntress or The Question, OH!” You exclaimed, sitting up straighter on the couch, further invading Tim’s space. You cleared your throat as you caught a whiff of his earthy, pinewood-smelling cologne. “Nightwing’s hot as fuck. Serious buns of steel, so there’s that, but I know you said besides Batman,” You finished with a shrug.

“Er…” Tim looked around the room quickly.

“Don’t lie, Tim. You know it’s true,” You sighed as you stared off into space, thinking about the skin-tight uniform he donned. “Fattest ass in the whole superhero game by a longshot.” You inadvertently thought back to Dick’s speedo-covered ass that was now ingrained in your mind for the rest of eternity. Still had nothing on Nightwing, though you concluded.

“I’ll take your word on it,” He trailed off amusedly.

“But, obviously,” You pointed to your backpack. “Anything Batman or Robin is the shit.” You nodded and started listing off repeat characters that were featured in the issues over the years. “They speculate that there have been at least five Robins, if not more! How crazy is that?” You continued rambling. “And they all start so young too! Could you imagine being in middle school and going home to kick ass and then finish fractions homework? Wild.” You shook your head in disbelief. Tim had remained quiet throughout, so you glanced over to make sure he was still awake, only to find him still staring at you with the same unreadable look. “What?”

“Which one is your favorite?” It came out somewhat hesitant, but you shrugged, figuring you were reading too far into it.

You didn’t have to think on it for too long. You’d asked yourself this very question ages ago once the speculation came out, but actually explaining it out loud was a whole other thing.

“First Robin is always iconic,” You listed on your finger easily. “The second one… Not much is known, I don’t think.” You trailed off and looked to him for confirmation, but he just shook his head. “Red Robin is probably the most iconic Robin aside from the first panty-wearing one.”

Tim barked out a laugh, “Oh, yeah?”

You nodded animatedly. “Red Robin’s uniform basically set the trend for the newest Robin’s garb,” You pointed out with a raised eyebrow, begging Tim to refute it, but he never did, so you continued. “Besides the hood and all, it’s just a boring Red Robin costume, but Red Robin,” You sighed and whipped out your phone to show Tim all the photos you’d captured of him over the years for your Batman blog. “He’s different.”

“Woah, déjà vu…” He muttered to himself and you let out a questioning noise. “I, uh, used to follow around Batman and Robin too.”

“No way,” You smiled widely. “We should go out together sometime then. With the two of us, we’ll be unstoppable!” He continued to scroll through your blog distractedly. “I haven’t been out to photograph since I moved out here, but I’ve been wanting to get back out there sometime soon.”

“I’d be down,” Tim nodded as he zoomed in on a particularly spicy photo that had somewhat blown up on your blog. “Seems like you always go for a, uh… certain angle?”

You blushed and snatched your phone away. “It’s not like I can exactly repel up buildings like them to get a normal angle.”

“So, basically, you have a Red Robin ass-shot fanpage?” He teased, handing you back your phone.

You laughed at his accurate analysis. “I guess so.” You pocketed your phone and stood up. “I have to get heading out now, but if you ever want a large print of one of my pics, just let me know.” You winked at him, teasing him right back.

“It was really nice chatting with you.” He said, also getting up.

You nodded. “Nice chatting with someone who gets it.” You’d meant the comic book part because his brothers teased you relentlessly about it, but your statement seemed to be misconstrued by Tim as it made him blush brightly.

Deep red stained Tim’s pale, striking cheekbones. “For sure.” He seemed like he wanted to say something else, but instead just ran a bony hand through his loose locks. “See you around,” He said your name. As he turned to walk off with a tiny wave, he came upon the ruckus heading directly your way.

You heard trampling from behind you and turned just in time to see Jason and Roy shoving each other down the stairs.

"Oh," Jason drawled, schooling a bored face as he stared at the small space between you and Tim. "You’re still here?”

“Fuck off,” You turned on your heel and walked to the front door, still annoyed that they took edibles rather than help with the project. You waved to them and headed for the door.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Roy said, appearing out of nowhere with a strong hand on your shoulder to prevent you from going anywhere further. “We got you, babe-princess.” He looked back to Jason, who seemed extremely unamused by Roy's second nickname mix-up of the day. “You down for another motorcycle threesome?”

You gawked and turned to Tim quickly to set things straight. “I’ve never been down for that, but,” You turned back to Jason and Roy and admitted, “I do need a ride.”

Tim walked out to the front with you guys, as if wanting to see the motorcycle set up for himself. Based on his wrinkled nose, he didn’t approve of the intimate proximity between the three of you. If he really was bothered, he didn’t really show it as he still elected to wave at you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” He said your name and walked back into the manor.

“You got a goal to fuck everyone in the mansion, or what?” Jason’s bitter voice cut through your daydreaming.

“Definitely not the two of you, that’s for sure. Dick, though…” You sighed extra dreamily just to piss him off.

“Just get on the bike.” Came Jason’s gruff response.

It had worked, you thought to yourself with a smile, and it wasn’t even true. You totally would bang any of them in a heartbeat- have they seen themselves? Everyone in the house looked like they'd strutted straight off the catwalk of Paris Fashion Week.

“When did you meet Dick?” Came Roy’s faux-nonchalant question, “I haven’t seen him around recently.”

“We played one game together, figures she’d already be attached to him.” Jason seemed a lot more upset than you’d expected, but why? Also, Jason hadn’t even technically been there when you’d first met Dick, so what did he even know?

“And yet, whose bike am I on?” You snatched the helmet from his hand to shove on your head.

The ride to your apartment goes by quickly and is mainly drowned out by Jason blasting some angsty music. When you pulled up, they looked at you expectantly.

“What?” You handed Jason back his helmet, hopping off Roy’s lap. “You want to come inside or something?” You’d only been joking, but they seemed to take it very seriously as they both dismounted swiftly to follow you into the apartment complex. “Woah, I was just kidding.”

“No takebacks,” Jason insisted, but you were too busy internally worrying about them seeing your pathetic apartment to truly be bothered by his resolutness.

“Alright,” You turned to go inside but hesitated enough for Roy, who was following behind you, to notice.

He quickly came to your side. “We don’t have to, you know?” It was muttered somewhat privately between the two of you as Jason was more preoccupied with the safety of his bike. “I definitely get it.” Did he though? Your face must have expressed this because he merely laughed. “Listen, my uncle, Ollie may be rich, but before him, well, not so much,” He trailed off. “So, in that sense, I guess I get it?” He seemed uncomfortable bearing all this information with you, but you felt more at ease because of it.

“I,” You placed a light hand on his shoulder in appreciation, “yeah.” You weren’t so good with the being open part either. At least he was able to get out an actual sentence, you admonished yourself. “Definitely difficult living here and going to school in Bristol too.” You shrugged. It was the truth and it seemed to be the primary reason almost everyone at school treated you like slimy trash beneath their Prada dress shoes.

“For sure, princess.” You blushed at the intimacy that leaked out from his voice. “Like I said earlier, ‘us Star City kids gotta stick together.’” You nodded, looking anywhere but into his hypnotizing green eyes. From this close, you could clearly see the light freckles that dotted his pale face.

“You guys good?” Jason finally appeared behind you, wrapping a hand around your shoulder. “Is he bothering you?”

Roy slapped at Jason’s shoulder, effectively smooshing you between the two of them. It was a feeling that was becoming increasingly familiar to you and you definitely weren’t hating it. “Dude!”

“What?!” Jason pushed back at him, smooshing you into Roy now, who pushed back and smooshed you into Jason’s side.

“Okay, not that I’m not loving this whole tug-of-war game here, but we really shouldn’t be just standing outside in this neighborhood,” You said, pushing them apart with both arms. “Are you guys coming up or not?” You stepped forward, turning around with a questioning gaze, efficiently commanding their attention.

The sun was starting to set and you didn’t want to wait around for it to get much darker than it already was. You definitely weren’t about to get mugged just because these dumbasses wanted to wrestle on the concrete.

They look at you and nodded dumbly.

“Good,” You said, motioning them inside, where they followed behind you like lost puppies. It was kind of cute, you thought to yourself with a light smile. “They say this place is haunted or some shit.” You were making small conversation as you led them to the elevator and clicked your floor, but not before a seemingly intoxicated man could board as well. "I think people are just scared of old, broken-down shit, though."

The building was obviously dilapidated, with outdated aesthetics peeling and chipping into the rotting corpse of the building's barely withstanding core. Fluorescent flickering of sickening green glows throughout, well, the lights that were working, that is.

Without a second glance your way, both Roy and Jason herded you from the middle of the only working elevator to stand between the two of them.

You’d never seen the man around before, but you were glad you’d invited Roy and Jason in, if not just for the numbers. He didn’t seem right and with his blatant staring at you, you were becoming more uncomfortable with each passing second.

You cursed the slow-ass elevator for taking its damn time.

“You didn’t click a floor, my dude.” Roy tried to sound light as he addressed the man. You looked up at Jason to see him clenching his jaw tightly. Meanwhile, Roy seemed calmer, yet reserved about the unfolding creepy situation. “What number can I hit for you?”

Instead of an answer, there’s a bone-chilling bark of laughter. All eyes shifted to the man now with a steadily growing feeling of unease. “I got my floor,” His dark, hollowed eyes never leaving your own. You glared at him, but all he did was smile back with a haunting grin.

The elevator ‘dinged!’ and opened up to your floor, but no one moved.

A couple of things could’ve happened, you figured as you looked around at the overwhelming amount of testosterone leaking into the small elevator car. One: Roy could attempt to dissuade the drunk man with his charm to get him to not follow you back to the apartment and everyone would leave unharmed, plus creepy dude wouldn’t know where you lived. Or, two: Jason would unleash his white-knuckled, clenched fist on the drunk dude, knocking him around and an all-out war would shake the entire unstable car until it threatened to fall.

However, neither of those things happened. Well, rather a combination of Roy’s charm and Jason’s unhinged hostility.

“‘M afraid I can’t let you follow our little lady over here, so if this is your floor, you better hop out now, dude.” Roy was smiling, but it didn’t meet his usually warm eyes at all. No, this was a hostile and frightening grimmace under the guise of a smile.

“We’re all men here, right?” It was completely slurred, but you were able to make out what he’d said.

Your heart pounded frantically with every second that ticked on.

“That we are,” Roy’s lips grew tighter, essentially baring his teeth at that point. “Let’s get a move on, bud.”

The man, however, didn’t head the warning and continued on as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “We’re men, we know what we’re doing. I know what you're both doing.” He gestured drunkenly to them, then to you. “Just like she knows what she’s doing. 'Specially when they walk around in them little school girl uniforms askin’ for it-”

Jason’s capriciousness is unleashed in a well-timed fist to the face, effectively cutting off the sleazy man’s ramblings.

One punch is all it takes for the man to crumble to the elevator floor.

You couldn’t help the gasp that slipped from your mouth and into the silent car at the display of violence that took place in front of you. It was only in the aftermath that the true weight of the situation fell upon you.

If you’d been alone… You didn’t have to say it out loud because it’d been what you’d all already been thinking.

As you left the elevator in heavy silence, your stomach swirled and churned with unease at the memory of his black eyes. It was as if he could somehow see beneath your clothes.

You felt completely dirty and utterly nauseated.

Probably for the best, you realized with a sigh, considering you didn’t have any food to cook, but that was something to think about once Roy and Jason left. You hated to admit that, the thought of them leaving didn’t quell any lingering nausea. After all, they’d been the ones who’d saved you.

What would you have been able to do alone?

You’d been apparently staring at the front of your apartment door for too long because Jason and Roy both cleared their throats. You shook your head, robotically going through the familiar motion of pulling out your keys and unlocking the door as if on autopilot. No, you knew you were on autopilot because you kept forgetting Roy and Jason’s presence.

It was odd hearing voices and movement around the apartment. You weren't alone, per se, but with every rippling ache reverberating throughout your fog in your skull, you knew you were mentally alone.

“Where are your parents?”

You winced at the question, not having the energy to play it off.

No ‘are you okay?’, no ‘how are you feeling?’- no. It was the most invasive question you’d wanted to avoid this whole time. It was quite literally the entire reason that you hadn’t wanted them to come up in the first place.

You came out of your brain fog long enough to see them both looking around at the completely bare walls. You’re sure it was because it clearly lacked the normal familial clutter they were used to.

You would never tell them but, ever since you were eight, you’d begun the process of raising yourself in your parent's absence.

They were addicted to gambling, robbing and anything to do with money. Some might even consider them common thieves, you would just consider them absent addicts. They meant almost nothing to you. There was a small part of you that wished for a normal family life where your parents were more focused on taking you apple picking in the fall and swimming at the pool in the summer rather than their next fix of dirty money.

Jason noticed you were seeming to respond again and slowly approached you. “Would you want to stay at the manor tonight?”

Roy looked concerned like he wanted to ask something more, but instead, he let you take your time answering. Seeing their brows knit together with worry only made your stomach churn more.

You considered the offer but you were used to dealing with this side of town. At least, so you tried to convince yourself. If anything, tonight was a grim reminder that you really didn’t stand a chance in these parts, even against some piss-drunk fuck.

“No,” You cleared your throat after hearing how small and pathetic it sounded. You wanted to shower and burn your uniform.

“I’m sorry, but it had nothing to do with what you were wearing and everything to do with him being an absolute pedophile.” You must’ve let the last part slip out in your half-minded state but couldn’t find it within yourself to be embarrassed by Roy comforting you.

Roy looked to Jason, who merely nodded, “We can teach you self-defense that could help you in those situations if they ever happen again.” You looked up into Jason’s emerald eyes, but your gaze was evidently dull and unfocused.

“Maybe another time.” You wanted for them to leave and stay at the same time. It was just like how you wanted to shower, knew you needed to, but refused to move from the spot you’d been standing in since arriving.

They said your name in unison and then looked between themselves with concerned looks. “We can stay here? If that would be more comfortable?” Jason finally broke the silence.

“At least while you shower!” Roy chirped with kind eyes that begged yours to meet his own. You couldn’t.

They didn’t want to leave you…?

“Yeah,” You were too tired for words. Finally, you forced yourself to take step after step as the man’s voice repeated itself over and over again in your head.

You walked to the hallway dead ahead and into the bathroom before turning on the shower.

Your hamper was in the closet in the hallway that faced the living room where Roy and Jason were currently stationed. In your haze-clouded brain, you didn’t seem to notice or care as you walked back into the hallway to strip in front of the hamper. You made quick work of discarding your ruined uniform, throwing it onto the heap of your other dirty clothes, not caring if Roy or Jason saw as you continued the motions of your usual routine.

You returned to the bathroom and immediately stepped into its cold spray, not having had the patience to wait for it to heat up, though you regretted it instantly with a pathetic hiss. Soon the shower had heated up to where you’d turned the nozzle all the way to red. You reveled as the scalding water singed your skin red in its wake.

You were clean. No, not completely clean, but definitely cleaner than you had been in the elevator. You miserably realized that you would never truly feel clean when you could still picture and hear everything.

Eventually, you heard a knock on the door, reminding you that you of your company.

“What?” It came out harsh, but you couldn't help but be somewhat upset at being pulled from your pitiful spiraling.

“Just checking on you.” Came Jason’s gentle voice. “Roy headed out to get something for us to eat and maybe some groceries.”

Your stomach growled loudly enough that you’re sure Jason heard it. You were embarrassed that, by now, they’d probably gone through your empty cabinet and fridge.

You didn’t respond, so you assumed Jason had gone back to the living room while you finished washing off your fourth round of suds. It was only in the foggy after-haze of your shower that you stepped out into your towel that you realized how rude you were being. You hope they wouldn’t hold it against you after everything they'd done to help you.

You just weren’t in the right mindset right now.

Emerging from the bathroom, a wall cloud of steam billowed out from behind your small form. You stepped out into the hall and nearly tripped over Jason, who was stationed right outside the bathroomon the floor, in the process.

“Woah!” He caught you in his arms before you could fall face-first to the floor. “I got you,” He said your name as he righted you and helped you stand.

He looked away as you fiddled with your towel and headed into your room, shutting the door lightly behind you. You didn't care that it didn’t click into place, leaving a slight path of light from hallway into your own. You used this light to pull on your most basic t-shirt and short PJ set, seeing as the superhero ones didn’t appeal to you at the moment for some reason. You still do pull on your bat signal socks, though, before walking back out into the living room.

Jason looked you up and down from where he slouched on the couch, but his eyes revealed nothing and you weren’t fully there enough to analyze it further.

You hadn’t shaved in a few days, so stubble showed across your bare legs that were normally covered by your uniform socks, but you didn’t give a fuck. It didn’t seem like Jason cared either as he tore his eyes away from your exposed legs to meet your eyes. “Do you want to talk about anything?” It was Jason’s way of asking if you wanted to talk about it.

“What’s there to talk about? Grown men suck.” It had been an understatement. “They ruin everything.” You’d be stuck picturing the elevator ride from tonight every time you’d get in it.

Jason laughed slightly in agreement. “I know.” He shifted a bit on the couch so he could better face you. “It’s good you know it’s not your fault though, right? You didn’t do anything or cause this in any way.”

Jason was very clearly trying to let you know that it was the dude’s problem, not yours. It’d been something you’d been thinking about since the incident.

You, however, were mostly worried about what would happen once Jason and Roy left and it was just you in the building by yourself again. What would you do if you ran into that man again? What if he stalked your floor door-by-door until he found you? You hoped he’d be drunk enough to forget everything, but you couldn’t be sure.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Roy walked in with piles of plastic to-go containers that stacked up way overtop of his red hair.

“Solved our little problem.” He set down the bags on your laminate kitchen counters, doing a double take when he saw you sitting on the couch next to Jason. “The food problem, that is!” He rushed to cover his previous statement for some unknown reason, “Who’s hungry?”

Jason snorted and got up to help Roy unpack the Chinese food. “We all are, idiot.”

You thought back to the two edibles they’d eaten earlier and imagined they’d have the munchies at this point. It was only then that the redness in both of their eyes became apparent, making each of their unique green colors stand out even more than usual.

The munchies definitely explain the shit ton of food that’s being shoved onto the small amount of counter space you had.

“There’s only three of us.” You said quietly, motioning to the eight food containers.

“I know, but you’re a princess, so I gotta bring you a feast,” He smiled with crinkled eyes, but all you could think about was the terrifying one he’d shot at the drunk man in the elevator.

Your eyes glazed over once again, heart pounding after suddenly being thrown back into that moment. You stare down at your feet.

“What do you want?” Jason’s gentle voice washed over you, forcing you to focus back on the options in front of you.

You shrugged, not feeling too hungry, all things considered. “Whatever's good.”

Another glance between them, but you were too tired to care, let alone read more into it. You found yourself walking back to the couch where you curled into the blanket that you kept on the arm of it.

Roy handed Jason your plate and his before making his way over to you on the couch. “Want me to turn something on?”

Truthfully, you hadn’t even bothered to try and turn the thing on yet. “I only get news channels,” You lied.

“I have Hulu on my phone?” He suggested as he handed you his phone to flip through the options. “Just pick something and I think I can AirPlay it to your TV.”

You clicked on Andrew Garfield in a Spider-Man outfit, then handed it back to Roy. He fiddled for a second with his phone and the TV until it popped up on the flat screen your parents had stolen from your neighbors when you’d moved from your old place to here. It was a pleasant surprise that it worked, seeing as every other TV they'd stolen (and hadn’t pawned) never did.

Jason squeezed in between you and Roy, balancing three plates piled high with random Chinese goodness like a professional waiter. He distributed two of them out to you and Roy and kept the last for himself.

“You have good taste in spider men.” Roy attempted to joke and get you to nerd out, but you were more focused on eating with your tumultuous stomach. “We could teach you Spidey self-defense,” He obnoxiously pretends to shoot off webs like Spider-Man and even makes cute little noises to go with it.

You smiled a bit finally at that, leaving Roy to beam at the sight.

Jason pretended to be absorbed in the food, but you saw how his eyes lingered on your smile just a bit longer than normal. You knew he was glad to see you coming out of your fog a bit more.

You thought back to the moment and realized how different it could’ve gone if you’d been able to actually defend yourself. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all?

“I think it would be good for me to know that.” It definitely couldn’t hurt. “It happened so fast,” You looked at both of them with fearful eyes. “If you guys hadn’t walked me up, I would’ve been alone.”

They nodded gravely.

It’s only then you feel the tears spill out of your eyes.

You’d always been alone, you were used to being alone, but this time you weren’t and, because of it, something awful was prevented from happening. You tried to stifle your sniffling quietly so they wouldn’t notice, but it was fruitless. The first sob slipped out without permission, gaining both of their attention. They swiftly took care of the plates before wrapping you and your blanket cocoon in their arms, holding on tightly.

“I’m sorry that this happened to you,” Roy spoke first, with his deep rumble cutting through your silent cries. “We both are.”

You felt their hands lightly tracing patterns on your back and laugh somewhat when their hands met near the middle of your back. They both immediately pull away with hurried ‘sorry’s’ and mumbled excuses. You yawned, pulling them both back to curl around you and snuggled your head onto Roy’s chest, who stilled instantly at the sudden contact. You felt him glance up at Jason, who merely curled against your back, lightly leaning his head on Roy’s and on top of your own. You tucked your head under his chin and furrowed further into Roy’s exposed collar bones.

Once you and Jason were settled, Roy kicked his feet up onto your coffee table and got comfortable himself.

“Don’t suppose you’d want to sleep in a bed?” He whispered, but the even breathing coming from your small body against him was the only answer he received.

•

You floated through school the next day, completely preoccupied with the events that took place last night both in the elevator and your apartment. Damian could either sense it like some freaky pack animal shit or, more likely, Jason had told him. You figured this to be true because Damian refused to leave your side the entire day, even going so far as to insist on you spending the night at the manor. You wouldn’t refuse and had already prepared for it by bringing your daily essentials with you in your backpack to lessen the number of trips you’d need to take back to the apartment.

Stephanie and Tim joined you, Jason and Roy at lunch, which helped keep your mind off of everything. That is, aside from the fact that everyone was walking on eggshells and shooting you the most pitiful glances that made your stomach knot.

Damian was the most tolerable, aside from Jason and Roy who’d woken up with you. For the most part, though, none of them were pressing further. There was a part of him that seemed like he was holding back from saying something to you, but he never convinced himself to actually spit it out. It was just as well, you’d already grown tired of the topic and tired of feeling the cacophony of emotions that always followed.

You truly owed Roy and Jason so much for stopping that man. You didn’t know how you’d ever make it up to them.

You walked home with the group, mainly trying to keep up appearances when they brought you into the conversation, but Damian made sure to keep you somewhat involved and distracted from your thoughts.

You were brought back to the present by Damian rehashing gossip he’d picked up on in the class you missed yesterday. You could hardly keep up with people’s first names, let alone their last names, enough to actually know who Damian was referring to. In the end, you were just glad for the noise. It was nice not to have to talk when you were still feeling so out of it.

“And she said that she didn’t fornicate with him and that it was all a ‘simple misunderstanding.’” Damian was flapping his hands around dramatically in frustration at the story. “How do you accidentally fornicate?” He pointed a finger at you to further his point. “And, coming from her, it’s rich, seeing as last year at the 8th grade party she couldn’t keep her sloppy ass away from…” You tuned him out as Jason and Roy sped by on his motorcycle, flipping you all off. “And Elliot, being her nosey self-”

“That’s rich,” You joked lightly, not realizing you'd accidentally cut him off.

His eyes sparkled at the sight of your small smile. “Whatever. I know you live for the drama too.”

You fled from his intense, hazel gaze to stare back down at Tim’s pristine sneakers on the sidewalk directly in front of you.

“So long as it’s not about me, I guess,” You tried, but it fell flat.

Damian picked up where he left off, not allowing you to bask in the silence long enough for what happened last night to resurface. “I personally didn’t even want to go to the party, but Father made me.” Damian looked for a reaction and when you gave none, he continued. “I wore a fine tuxedo, but everyone else dressed down for some reason.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, imagining Damian showing up to the summer pool party in a three-piece suit.

“Hush,” He said your last name with gentle mirth. You hadn’t realized until that point that Stephanie and Tim had long stopped talking, but Damian didn’t seem to care or notice. “I wish we would’ve known each other then. It surely would’ve been more enjoyable with your company,” He confessed as he looked at you out of the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sure I would’ve had fun with you too.” You thought about what you would’ve worn, what the pool looked like, etc.

“I suppose we could go to the homecoming dance together next month.” He was still looking at you with a vulnerability you’d never seen from him before. “It’s not exactly the same, but it might make up for your previous absence.”

You shrugged, “Yeah, sure. That sounds fun.”

You locked eyes again and he lightly smiled. “We always do what I want to do when we’re here,” Damian said once you’d reached the manor. “So, what would you want to do?”

You thought back to your bare kitchen and how fully stocked his had been. “Would you want me to teach you to bake?”

“I heard bake!” Roy yelled from the kitchen, where he and Jason were in the middle of making enough sandwiches to feed at least eight people.

You and Damian wandered into the kitchen after bidding Tim and Stephanie goodbye. You were starting to get a hunch that they were a thing… You’d have to remember to ask Damian later.

Whatever they were, it seemed off today.

Jason ended up helping you more than Damian or Roy did, that is, until Jason started sneezing and coughing and Damian told him to scram. Well, less told and more demanded.

Roy headed out a bit after Jason left and while the scones were still chilling in the fridge. He left after giving you a big hug and a head ruffle to Damian, making him huff in annoyance.

“Call me if you need anything.” Roy was cut off by Damian slamming the door behind him, but you could still hear Roy’s laughter through the thick, wooden door.

“I’ll never pretend to understand why you’re hanging out with them all of a sudden,” Damian turned his scowl on you. He suddenly seemed to remember the night you’d had and sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck. “Never mind, I’m just glad you’re here,” His voice trailed off with a slight rasp. Recently you’d noticed more voice cracks that became less sporadic throughout the weeks and that the voice you’d met had been slightly changing each day.

You snorted, “You don’t need to go all soft on me because of what happened.”

“You have no family either.”

You winced even though he hadn’t meant it as a jab. “Yeah, that too. Glad you’re caught up on everything.” You pushed past him abruptly to pull the chilled dough from the fridge and put it into the preheated oven. “Guess that’s why Tim wouldn’t talk to me today.”

“It’s not him.” Damian seemed willing to give you whatever information you wanted to stop being mad at him. “He and Brown are on the rocks.”

“I knew they were a thing!” You exclaimed, turning around with the dirty mixing bowl in your hands. And, as you recalled, you also felt like something was off between them in the foyer early too.

Damian took the bowl and placed it in the sink, “Anyone with eyes could see that, stupid,”

“Whatever,” You jumped up onto the counter, then remembered it wasn’t your house and shamefully slid down, hoping Damian wouldn’t notice. He did. He jumped onto the counter and pat the spot next to him somewhat demandingly.

“The only person who uses the kitchen is Pennyworth and Todd, so no one will care about your ass or mine being on here.” You snorted and hopped back up and boop’ed his nose. He’d been nothing but helpful and understanding in how to approach what happened and you were extremely appreciative. He looked at you like you’d grown a third eye. “What’s your deal,” He said your name in a deep voice you’d never heard from him before, sending shivers down your spine.

What was with you? This was your friend... He didn't like you like that.

Your faces were inches apart without you even realizing it, but he seemed suddenly spooked by the close proximity. Yeah, he definitely didn't like you like that and, to be honest, you didn't know if you did either. It was almost as if you were addicted to the intoxicating feeling of being wanted and that's what you held fast to.

You were just backing away from him when a deep voice cleared slightly, causing you both to turn immediately to the source- Bruce Wayne.

He walked over near the sink to grab an apple without a glance in Damian's or your direction. “I don’t think we’ve officially met,” You slipped from the counter bashfully, even after Damian reassured you it wasn’t an issue, but you didn’t dare break eye contact with the older man. It was seemingly a challenge from the infamous playboy and you were more than willing to meet it head-on.

You smiled as genuinely as you could while simultaneously preventing yourself from shitting your pants, well, skirt, on the spot under his intense inspection. You told him your name with only the slightest wobble in your tone as you smoothed down the tweed fabric that had ridden up as you slipped off the counter. “It’s nice to meet you properly, Mr. Wayne.”

"Call me Bruce," He chuckled politely and threw the red apple into the air before catching it quickly. “I’m sure I don’t have to make excuses for my sons at this point, though, if you’ve been hanging around my youngest.”

“His only,” Damian muttered. It’s only then that you felt like you could look back at him for support. When you turned around, you were met with the sight him hunched over with crossed arms on the counter.

“I see my point has been proven,” He winked at you, leaving you to genuinely laugh.

Damian tch’ed.

“I’m making scones if you’d like some,” You pointed at his state-of-the-art oven. “Jason got sick yesterday at the diner-” You stopped and looked up at Bruce hesitantly. “After school?” You tried to mend your statement, but it was in vain. You weren't used to having to cover anything up for adults seeing as you answered to no one. “Anyway, it’s his recipe and I wanted to make him something.” You shrugged and trailed off lamely. You made eye contact with anything but the attractive man in front of you who towered over you without even trying.

You didn’t want to mention that Jason had also helped save you from an attack last night, but you assumed Bruce already knew, anyway.

“That’s the whole reason I came in here.” He ignored your admittance to skipping and, instead, moved to open the over to see the dough browning. “It smells delicious.”

The older man who’d taken you home the first time you visited walked in soon after Bruce and also commented on the smell. “I assumed Master Jason was in here, but it seems like you might just take my job, Miss,” He said your name and you smiled lightly. “Master Damian, see to it that the proper accommodations are ready for your friend.” He turned to you once again, “You will be staying for dinner, Miss?”

You awkwardly looked back at Damian, who was blatantly staring at you. “Only if it’s no hassle.” You still had lots of leftover Chinese at home, but you didn’t feel safe there on your own quite yet.

“Of course not, Miss,” He said your last name again and bowed out of the room.

Bruce was about to follow but hesitated and faced you again. You looked up at him expectantly, making him falter slightly. It’d been evident enough that Damian noticed and decided to comment on.

“What?” He spat at his father.

Bruce gave him an admonishing glance. “If you ever feel unsafe or just want to come over, you’re welcome here any time.”

Your heart swelled at the offer and you couldn't deny that you felt your eyes start to glisten, “That means a lot.” It'd been a long 24 hours.

He nodded and gave you and Damian one last look before following after the older man. “I’ll be back for the scones.” He shot you a smile that you returned easily.

“Father approves of you,” Damian said as soon as Bruce was out of earshot.

“How? I basically told him I skipped school with your brother.” You glanced at him incredulously as you moved to take the scones out of the oven.

“I’m not related to those fools,” Damian said with a slight voice crack. You laughed and he glared unappreciatively in response. “Let’s go see if Alfred set up your bed.”

“What do you mean?” There were so many rooms you highly doubted Bruce would want two 14-year-olds of the opposite sex sleeping in the same room.

“There’s an air mattress.”

“So, I sleep in your bed?” You raised a brow.

“Pfft, don’t be ridiculous,” He said your last name. “I would never sleep on such a contraption.”

“Gee, sounds comfortable. Can’t wait.” You said sarcastically.

“You’ll enjoy it.” He hopped down from the counter while you fanned off the scones. Damian mischievously grabbed one and sneakily pulled it away before you could smack it out of his hand, “Too slow.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking ninja or something,” You snorted. “And I’ll take your word on the mattress.” You placed a few scones on a plate and motioned for him to follow you to Jason’s room with some help from your friend to find it.

You knocked on his door lightly and heard shuffles, then a sneeze, then a curse, then the door opened. The sight that met you had you nearly dropping the scones had it not been for Damian and Jason’s quick, cat-like reflexes.

You gazed up beet red at a shirtless Jason, which matched the crimson of his red boxers that matched your obvious blush. “I- we made you scones,” You shoved them into his arms and turned on your heel before he could thank you, well, actually before you could make an even greater embarrassment of yourself.

“Thanks, babe,” Jason called after you, but you didn’t bother to turn around as you continued toward the art room for refuge.

Damian caught up to you easily. “Why are you acting like that?”

“Like what?” You snapped.

You weren’t in the mood to have your capricious hormones tested when his were obviously doing the same with all his recent, very comical, you might add, voice cracks. You turned around to give him one of his signature glares as a warning to drop it.

He looked into your eyes, then at your blush and huffed. “If that’s all it takes, then… Never mind.”

“Good,” You huffed right back and turned away from him. You suddenly noticed a new painting he’d done that was still drying. You walked towards it, analyzing the somehow aggressive, sharp strokes from a watercolor brush. “It's safe to say your style translates across any medium.”

He came up behind you, already knowing which painting you were looking at. It was your face, after all.

“And what style is that?”

You look at him for a moment, then back at the canvas. “These lines you do are always sharp and heavy, even in watercolor. It looks like you were moments away from ripping through the paper but didn’t.” You looked closer at it. “It’s really beautiful. Can I keep it?”

He regarded you for a moment, hesitating breifly. “Are you sure you want it? I can make a better one of you.” He motioned you to sit in one of the expensive-looking armchairs that adorned the room.

You shrugged, glad for the distraction and leaned back in the chair with your legs crossed over one another to conceal your underwear in your tweed skirt. You rested your elbow that was closest to the window down onto the arm of the chair and brought that hand to rest lightly and effortlessly against your rosy cheek.

Damian’s eyes slid up and down your body with a heavy gaze, then seemed to remember the task at hand and picked up his brush to dip into varying shades of reddish-pink and green. “Why those colors?”

“They remind me of you.” He didn’t bother glancing up from the canvas to answer you until moments later when he needed to reference you. “You’re very curved, which makes it more satisfying to draw your shapes.”

“Thanks, I think?” You laughed but stopped after Damian reprimanded you for messing up your pose. “Sorry, sorry.” You did your best to smooth your face back down. “I don’t think I’ve seen a single curved line in any of your work yet.”

“That’s because I’ve never had a live model before.” He was definitely staring at your tits now, which were very prominently on display in your long sleeve, v-neck shirt.

“Damian Wayne’s first live model. What a prestigious yet oddly creepy title to be given.”

He smirked, “Just stay still, would you?” You followed his orders and returned back to your original position. “Are you wearing lipstick?”

You subconsciously touched your lips. “No, why?”

“They look nice.” He said without looking up. “You don’t wear makeup, do you?”

“Sometimes I do, I don’t know. I don’t really think about it all too much.” His brows knitted together in concentration while he analyzed your features with careful precision. “Have you ever worn makeup?” You countered his question.

He regarded you with an odd face, “Not willingly, no.”

“But you have?” You were surprised to hear Damian had walked around with anything on his face. You assumed maybe he was talking about concealer before going to a Wayne event, but you couldn’t imagine anything more than that.

He sighed and put his brush down. “Drake and Brown thought it’d be funny to hold me down and put a whole bunch of shit on my face when I was like nine.” You barked out an unexpected laugh at the imagery. “It wasn’t fucking funny,” He glared at you, “Whatever,” He said when you wouldn’t shut up and picked back up the brush to capture your smiling face.

“I bet you looked beautiful,” You were part teasing, part being honest. Damian had truly stunning features that could definitely be highlighted through a little liquid eyeliner and smoked-out eyeshadow.

“Fuck off.” From where you were, you could see Damian’s painting process. It was as if you were there for reference but only second to where his hand already wanted to go. Almost like he was possessed by an already mapped-out picture in his mind. The brush slid across the canvas at an alarming pace for what seemed like forever as it scattered from the cup, to the paints, to the canvas. “I’m almost done with the main outline, I can finish the rest without you needing to pose.”

“Alright,” You yawned, asking Damian for the time.

“It’s almost time for dinner. Let me just finish up.” He dipped the brush in the water a few more times, making dramatic, long lines across the canvas before setting down the brush. After a moment of inspecting his work, he called you over to look.

“Oh, wow.” To say he made you look incredible was an understatement- you looked like an actual goddess. He’d captured every minute detail about you in this outline, even on account of the challenging new medium he was using. “Damian, this is crazy good. I can’t even believe how little time it took you to make this!” He didn’t know how to react to the praise, which only made you want to continue to stroke his ego. “I think I’ll need you to teach me how to paint people with watercolors because I sure as fuck can’t.”

“Please,” He waved you off with warm cheeks. “I merely used the techniques you showed me. You’re just being modest.”

“Whatever,” You blew him off, staring at all the little details. “This is amazing. You’re amazing.” You added the last part at the last second.

Damian shifted under your attention uncomfortably. “We better not be late to dinner, or Pennyworth will have our heads.”

You couldn’t quite place a person like Damian Wayne, not then, at least. Would you ever be able to? That was something you weren’t sure of.

“Alright, let’s go.”

A/N: one of my faves chaps so far! what r u thinking- let me know!

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weirdkpopgirl · 2 years

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Insecurities | Dream Reaction #2 (hyung-line)

Reaction: When their gf is insecure about their body (hyung-line)

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Warnings: Mentions of low self-esteem, mental health subjects

Word Count: 11,182

Requested: Yes

Author’s Note: This was requested by another lovely anon! I actually debated on covering this topic for a headcanon before. So I’m glad I got the chance to do it now. As I was writing these, I realized that there was no way I could post them all at once because they were kinda long. The topic of body image issues can vary depending on the person. So I tried my best to make these a little vague, so everyone could relate. And just a personal message to readers who struggle with insecurities, I know how it feels to not be comfortable in your own skin, and you are surely not alone.

I will post the link to the maknae line one when I’m done! Until then please bear with me. Thank you for reading ^-^

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MARK

You met Mark in high school when he first came to Korea. He was the cute transfer student from Canada that was a little clueless the first few weeks. But the two of you immediately hit it off. After only a few months of knowing each other, Mark asked you to be his girlfriend. There was one thing that had sparked an interest in each other in the first place. It was your shared dreams of becoming kpop idols.

While Mark was a trainee, you never gained the courage to audition yourself. He was surprised when you told him this, and since then kept encouraging you to audition for SM. Each time you rejected and Mark couldn’t understand why. He had listened to you sing countless times and there was no way (in his mind) that any company could reject your talent.

He finally got you to say yes when he requested you go to one audition as his birthday wish. But you started to freak out the second you did. Ever since you were young, you didn’t have much confidence in yourself. The truth about why you never auditioned was that you were very self-conscious about your body. In your eyes, you could never compare to those girl groups with outstanding visuals. No matter how much you loved singing, you didn’t think your skills could ever match up. It was better to not try at all rather than to go through a humiliating rejection, was your mindset.

But you didn’t want to let Mark down, not when he had put in all this effort to get you to audition in the first place. He even helped you pick out a song and helped you practice it. Despite the countless times that he told you there was nothing to worry about, you thought he just said those things to be nice.

Before you could blink the morning of the audition day arrived, and that’s how you found yourself in one of the practice rooms with your boyfriend. The audition was in an hour and you were already panicking.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” You muttered to yourself, pacing back and forth.

Mark stood up from his seat to approach you, “Hey, yes you can. I’ve seen you practice so hard for this (Y/n)-ah. You should give yourself more credit.”

“That’s not it,” You shook your head and backed away from him. “I mean do you really think that the judges would let someone like me become an idol?”

Realization dawned on Mark. “Is that what this is about?”

At this point, every part of your body was trembling. You ran your fingers through your hair, practically pulling a few strands out.

“I…I know it’s stupid.”

“(Y/n)-” He tried to calm you down with words, but it wasn’t working.

As you returned to pacing back and forth in the room, Mark snapped you out of it when he pulled your arms into a firm grip and pinned you onto a desk. Immediately flustered by his actions you looked at your boyfriend with confusion.

“Mark, what are you-”

You were silenced by Mark’s lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes widened as he tightened his hands around your waist. When you gathered the courage to close your eyes and let your lips mold together in a perfect kiss, you felt all your worries go away.

After waiting a moment to catch your breaths, Mark would look at you with a shy smile and brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re perfect the way you are, (Y/n)-ah. And if our company can’t see that, then they don’t deserve someone as amazing as you.”

Mark’s words that day were what helped you to feel a lot better about yourself. In fact, that day you aced your audition just as Mark said you would. You knew it was going to be an easy road from here on. But with Mark by your side, and if you just held on tighter, you had a feeling you would be okay.

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RENJUN

The two of you were sitting on the couch. Renjun glanced up from his phone and smiled down at you beside him who was scrolling through Pinterest. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you found something you liked and saved it. Though you had tried to hide it out of embarrassment, he eventually found out that you had made a whole Pinterest board dedicated to him.

Hating to disrupt you, he would slightly nudge you with his shoulder. “(Y/n).”

“Yes?” You peered up from your phone. He’d stand up and glance down at the clock on his phone.

“Let’s go out to eat. It’s almost dinner time.”

The brightness in your eyes faded. Sitting back on the sofa, you turned away from him.

“I’m not hungry.”

Renjun was instantly concerned. “But you didn’t eat lunch earlier. How are you not hungry?”

You debated on whether you should just lie and make up some excuse. The one you had used earlier today was that you ate a big breakfast. But the suspicion in Renjun’s expression indicated you should be truthful this time.

“I can’t eat. I’m on a diet.”

Just as you had anticipated, Renjun was not having any of it. He’d get so upset when you told him you were dieting. His tone would become serious and he’d sit back down to talk to you.

“(L/n) (Y/n) don’t you dare lose one pound.”

You exhaled a sigh, “Renjun-”

“No, I’m not having this!” He didn’t let you finish, starting to lecture you about good health and the dangers of dieting the way you were.

When he finished, Parent Renjun would disappear and your boyfriend would come back. He’d sit back down and place his hand on your knee, “Sweetheart if you keep doing this, you’re going to make yourself sick.”

“But I have to,” You stressed, “I hate the way I look and I want to change that so badly.”

Renjun paused and exhaled. “(Y/n), your body is perfect as it is. You don’t need to change yourself.”

Now that Renjun was aware of your insecurities, he would keep a watchful eye on you to make sure you weren’t skipping any more meals or overworking yourself. He knew you often neglected yourself, so he wanted to be the one to take care of you when you forgot to. You honestly don’t know what you would do without him.

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JENO

Jeno loved to take you on all sorts of dates in his free time. About a few months into your relationship, he took you to go to a shopping center with him. Partly because there was a place he had to go return something. But he noticed that your closet was a little limited at the moment. So he used this as an excuse to buy you something.

Everything was going fine at first. But then Jeno suggested you walk into a women's clothing store that he knew you liked. You bit down on your lip in hesitation. You always had a hard time shopping, especially if it was for yourself. But you didn’t want Jeno to suspect anything. It couldn’t be that bad, you thought to yourself. Besides going in didn’t mean you had to get anything.

However, things didn’t go exactly as planned when Jeno started to point out some clothes. He would be so considerate, looking for the style that you usually wore. There were certain colors that he thought looked particularly good on you, so he looked for things with that as well.

“Don’t you think this would look good on you?”

You turned to see a simple but cute, blue dress that he had picked out. You actually liked the dress a lot. But you were trying to stick to your original plan.

“I don’t know…” You’d respond, unsurely.

Jeno handed the clothing item to you, “You should go try it on. I think this shade of blue would look really nice on you.”

You didn’t have the heart to deny Jeno and that’s how you found yourself in one of the store’s dressing rooms. Gently flattening the skirt of the dress, you forced yourself to look into the mirror. Right away, seeing your reflection made you want to puke. You were starting to regret your previous thoughts.

“Jagiya, are you almost done?” You grimaced when you heard your boyfriend’s voice call from the other side.

“I-I’ll be out in a second,” You cleared your voice, so it wouldn’t sound unstable.

When Jeno saw you come out of the dressing room, he immediately smiled. “You look-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw you shake your head and rub your arm self-consciously.“I look awful, I know. This dress really doesn’t suit me at all.”

“What are you talking about?” Jeno’s face faltered.

A sigh of frustration left your mouth, “Don’t pretend you don’t know. I can’t even stand how bad I look. I don’t know how you can.”

That was crossing the line for Jeno. He’d sigh and cross his arms.

“If you didn’t already know (Y/n)-ah, I think you’re gorgeous and every time I look at you my heart pounds. How could you say you look bad when you have the body of an angel?!”

You were so surprised by Jeno’s sudden rant. Everything he said was just so…sweet and reassuring. You honestly had no idea Jeno thought about you the way he described and you were so touched. With pink cheeks and a small smile, you would go over to hug your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking,” You murmured.

Jeno rested his head on top of your chin, “Don’t apologize. We don’t have to get the dress if you don’t want to. But I still think it looks perfect on you.”

“You really think so?”

He’d slightly pull away and pat your head, “Of course I do, (Y/n)-ah.”

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HAECHAN

He never shared it out loud. But Haechan was devastated when he found out about your insecurities. There was one time when you had a leg injury and Haechan had to help you get around. He was carrying you over to the next room and commented on how “heavy” you were when doing so.

Your heart immediately sank when you heard him say that and it felt as if all your insecurities just jumped out at you. You’d get very quiet after that, while Haechan was talking. Then he would notice your lack of response in the conversation and ask what was wrong. You would bite your lip, hesitating on whether you should just act like you were fine.

But you just had to ask, “Do you…do you really think I’m hard to carry?”

Your question practically slapped him in the face. At first, he didn’t think you were serious. But the softness and apprehension in your voice were what alarmed him.

Immediately, Haechan would clarify with you that he was joking. He didn’t even think you were heavy to carry at all. It was a stupid comment and he had only said that because it was his way of complaining like he usually did.

“Are you sure? I understand if you do.” Haechan was so confused when you asked this. Did you not believe him?

That was when Haechan realized there was an actual struggle you were having with your self-image. He had no idea you were insecure about yourself to that degree and he felt so bad when you opened up to him about it.

“You are the most beautiful human being to ever exist on this planet,” He would tell you and follow with another joke. “But you really shouldn’t worry, Jagi. I’m the one with a one-pack.”

From then on, Haechan did not let you talk down about yourself. If you did he would scold you about having confidence in yourself, and emphasize the importance of self-love. He didn’t tease you about your appearance anymore and instead would give you a lot of compliments. Slowly you’d start to feel a bit better and you truly appreciated your boyfriend for being so caring.

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vodika-vibes · 10 months

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More Coruscant is actually Hell ~

*Captain Dusk and his men were assigned to patrol the lower levels, because someone has to. He has all of his men with him, simply because of what happened last time. They've been patrolling for a few hours, and all of them are on edge. Including Lieutenat 80, a recent transfer from a frontline battalion.*

Dusk: *peers down an alley, forcefully ignoring the cold chills running down his spine*

Lieutenant 80: Hey, uh...Cap?

Dusk: *continues regarding the alley warily* What's up?

80: We've been walking in a straight line, right?

Dusk: *turns sharply, his heart sinking into his stomach* Why?

80: *shifts nervously* It's just...I enjoy looking at graffiti art, so I tend to notice it when I'm on patrol. And this is the third time we've passed that piece.

80: ...and this alley. You've...examined it every time we've walked by.

Dusk: ...Fuck. I didn't even notice.

80: *shrugs slightly* I only just noticed, Cap. Orders?

Dusk: *sighs deeply* Helmets on, weapons ready, and we look for whatever the fuck is trapping us.

80: Sir?

Dusk: *smiles grimly behind his helmet* In my experience, we need to go down.

80: ...yes, sir. Should we alert the Commanders?

Dusk: Is your comm working? Cause mine isn't.

80: ...fuck.

Dusk: *let's out a humorless laugh* Welcome to the Corrie Guard, LT.

*3 days later, Dusk and his men stumble into the Corrie Barracks. Five if his men are missing, several are missing pieces of armor.*

Dusk: *rips off his helmet* You're all dismissed, I'll handle Fox.

Fox: *hurries over, followed by Thire, Thorn, and Stone* Dusk, where the fuck have you been?

Dusk: *wipes a mix of dried blood and sweat off his brow* How long have we been missing?

Stone: *looking him over, worriedly* 3 days, vod'ika. We were considering sending out a squad to look for you.

Dusk: We got trapped in a space loop. We dealt with the creature causing it, no worries there. But I need to mark it on the map.

Thorn: Right. And then to the medic with you.

Dusk: Yes mother.

Fox: I sent the transfer with you, didn't I? I need to make sure he doesn't fall apart.

Fox: *pauses* How'd he do?

Dusk: *flashes a small grin* He noticed the loop before I did. He's gonna be just fine, assuming he can handle it.

Fox: Good. Get some rest vod'ika. You can give your report when you're not on the verge of dropping.

Dusk: Copy that, Commander Ori'vod.

#star wars #tcw #clone oc #captain dusk #commander fox #commander thire #commander thorn #commander stone #another clone oc #Lieutenant 80

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hctirdle · 2 years

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I know I said I had faith, but I lied. Some of the recipes you've been posting don't even bother to mention there's a difference between pepper variants commonly used in Central Europe vs the U.S. while some of them are just straight up ??? I'm sure they taste fine but they are not any variation of this particular dish that I'm aware of.

Here's a tried and true chicken paprikash recipe from someone who's had some good versions and also some horrible Hungarian school cafeteria and extended family event attempts over the decades. I've been making it like this for years and imo it's pretty good and, dare I say, "authentic".

Note to vegans/vegetarians: Chicken paprikash is just chicken prepared as a paprikash, ergo trying to make this without chicken is going to be a different dish altogether. The good news is that mushroom and green/yellow wax bean paprikash are actual existing dishes. Just make the paprikash base, adjust cooking time with your main ingredient in mind, and that's pretty much it. Garnish with chopped parsley.

Chicken paprikash (2 servings):

2 whole chicken legs (or 4 drumticks, or 4 chicken thighs) with skin and bones (yes, keeping the skin and bones does make a difference in taste and texture)

about 2 tablespoons of lard or sunflower oil or some other kind of unflavored oil (the bottom of your pan should be generously coated)

1 big brown onion

sweet (édesnemes or csemege) paprika (NOT smoked paprika, not chili powder)

salt

optional (but highly recommended):

1 garlic clove

1 sweet Hungarian wax pepper if you can find it (not to be confused with banana peppers; do not substitute with bell peppers, that's a whole different vibe)

1 tomato (canned is fine; you can also use a teaspoon of tomato paste, just make sure to add less salt later on if the paste is salty)

1/2 cup of sour cream

1/2 tablespoon of plain white flour (or cornstarch)

+ hot paprika if desired, you can add this at the end

+ spätzle or pasta to serve (something like penne or macaroni's perfectly fine; less traditionally you can also have it with rice or even just bread if you'd prefer)

prep:

dice pepper, onion, tomato (I really don't care tbh, but some people prefer to remove the skin of the tomato: cut a small "x" into the skin on top of the tomato, submerge in boiling hot water for about half a minute, fish it out and put it in a bowl of cold water or just run cold water over it in the sink and you should be able to peel it without much trouble)

mince garlic

if you bought whole chicken legs, cut them into thighs and drumsticks

Choose a pot that will comfortably hold your chicken pieces side by side, start heating it on medium. Give it a minute and add lard/oil. Add diced pepper if using. Sauté for a couple minutes until it's starting to get a bit of color and fragrance, then add diced onion and minced garlic with a pinch of salt. Keep stirring. You don't want to char anything, but the onions should have a nice golden color and lose most of their water content before you move on.

Transfer the pot over to a cold burner for the next step. Add 1 tablespoon of paprika and stir. We're doing it this way because paprika releases its oils best in hot oil, but it also has a nasty tendency to burn and ruin the whole dish. Add half a cup of water and the diced tomato if using. Add chicken pieces and coat them in the sauce. Salt lightly. Add just enough water so your chicken pieces are about halfway submerged.

Cover the pot and let simmer on low heat for 1 hour. Do not stir. If you're concerned about burning, gently shake the pot from side to side once in a while. We don't want the chicken pieces to fall apart. (What happens if they do? Tbh absolutely nothing, it just looks messy.) Add small amounts of water if/when necessary to keep the water at the og level.

At the hour mark, the chicken should be done. (I'll confess here that I usually just leave it unattended for the whole hour as I work on other stuff. Once you get the hang of it, this isn't a fussy dish you need to keep a close eye on.) If you want to get fancy, you can carefully move the chicken pieces to a plate and set aside. Mix the flour (or cornstarch) with the sour cream in a bowl. Ladle a bit of liquid from the pot into the sour cream mixture and mix again. Repeat until you have a nice, runny sour cream mixture with a smooth texture. Mix sour cream into the contents of your pot and cook on low for about 2 minutes. Don't let it come to a boil. Taste and add more salt if necessary. Put the chicken pieces back into the pot and you're done.

#dracula daily #chicken paprikash #paprika hendl #recipes

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cuppajj · 1 year

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If it's okay, I would like to go a second round. This time with my girl Strawberry.

She's kind, sometimes a little bit timid (when faced with conflict), and quick to befriend others as soon as she sees that they aren't dangerous. And once she befriended someone, Strawberry is very loyal. Oftentimes acting as the voice of reason or as a caretaker.

Strawberry, formerly known as Jean Greenwood, is a human who, through experimentation, got her mind and soul transferred into the body of a dead cybertronian. Reanimating the body, but with her in control. (Basically a mind transplant instead of what Silas had going on.) But that process left her weak, and with a very unusual spark. (I don't really know how to explain it, but her spark is either weird, wrong, unusual or even fascinating, depending on who you ask.)

She might appear confident in most situations, but that's just a show. In truth, she's very insecure about herself, because she isn't fully cybertronian. Yes, she has the body of one and a spark, but it took her a while to learn about Cybertron and its traditions. And she can't really ask anyone, because no-one knows her little secret. (Except Moss.)

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As for who she should meet, I thought it would be fun to stick her with Morphia, but then I thought of Pimpernel and I think that would be funny too, because they're basically two organics stuck as a cybertronian. (With Strawberry having extra steps.)

Either way, I'll leave it up to you. You can even chose someone else, if you think they would be suited better.

I'll do a little bit of both! ^^

Pimpernel wouldn't suspect anything of Strawberry at first. An insecure cybertronian? She can help! Even if Strawberry wouldn't want to share the actual reason why she feels that way. If she learned of Strawberry's secret though, that she was once human, then Pimpernel, or Scotta rather, would choose to share her own secret too, that she's also an organic in a cybertronian body just like her. I think they could bond even better after that, talking about their homeworlds in secret. I don't know if Strawberry has heard of Nebulos, but Scotta has heard of earth and its flora. She'd want the other to tell her all about it!

For Morphia, he would sense something different about Strawberry's spark from the beginning. It's weak, not super bright or impressive, so she wouldn't have to worry about being marked for the sparkeater. However Morphia would still be curious about the odd sense, and if (and only if) there was a situation where Strawberry was willingly on his medical berth for a psychological examination, then he would do a little digging... or at least try to. Peering into Strawberry's mind is somehow tougher than peering into a normal cybertronian, and when he looks at the memories, they're all... human? Well, there's certainly more to this little mech than he realized! What a fascinating study, indeed... she's in no danger, though. With someone like her, he wouldn't want anything to happen.

#ask game #soundcrusher #pimpernel & scotta #morphia

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willel · 2 years

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Hi! How do you think the connection between Vecna and Will works? If Will still had particles of the UD or if he was Vecna's horcrux he would have feel some kind of pain in S3. So through what are they connected?

I guess it all depends one when exactly Will became connected to Vecna. They were connected before Will got possessed in season 2. He knew an "evil" was looking at him and wanted to kill everyone except him. That was before he even saw the MF, he just saw a storm. There must've been a point in season 1 where Vecna linked their minds. It was either that vine, or maybe while Will was unconscious or something in the library, Vecna approached him? Whatever the case, I don't think Will remembers it given his statement about how it all makes sense that it was one evil dude who did all that to him.

This connection, I feel, is not necessarily an Upside Down connection. It's a psychic connection to Henry/Vecna himself. Just like Max probably couldn't feel them burning the Demogorgon/Vecna's body, because she's not attached to the Upside Down, but to Henry himself.

Whatever the psychic link between Henry and his victims is, it doesn't transfer his physical pain. It's also usually one-sided, but not in Will's case?

The difference between Max and Will that we can see so far is that Will seems more more intimately connected. He can actually detect Henry's thoughts and feelings. He can't feel Henry's pain, but he knows he's in pain and how much he's hurting.

I don't think Max or any of the other victims (if they survived) could be able to sense that. Max couldn't sense Vecna's intentions or if he was watching/nearby or preparing to attack. She could vaguely tell she was still marked.

(also, this makes me wonder if El also has the power to create permanent psychic links like that to other people too)

Also, I learned the proper term for horcrox in d&d. It's "phylactery".

Edit: I'll be using the word "talisman" instead of phylactery! The official term is phylactery, but it's a misappropriated religious term so ye.

First, a prospective lich must cast the spell enchant an item on the object. If this worked, this was followed by trap the soul. If it was successfully made receptive to a soul, the would-be lich cast magic jar on the object, thereby making it the talisman. This had the effect of binding the caster's soul to the mortal realm, stopping it from going onto the Outer Planes after death. Permanency and reincarnation could also be required. Then the lich's soul entered the jar for the first time, but this exhausting process caused a loss of life-force and might, as well as erasure of their most powered prepared spells. Once their soul and vitality were successfully stored in the jar, they could leave and rest for at least a few days to recover. Creation of the talisman took a tenday to achieve. Only after it was complete could the lich commence the deadly ritual to fully achieve lichdom. A lich who survived the destruction of their phylactery could create a replacement at half cost.

But, upon looking up if a lich could make a person/creature their talisman, this is an answer I found:

But I also found this

The general consensus seems to be while it is possible, it's also a stupid decision. A lich like Vecna should be trying to hide their talisman somewhere where absolutely no one can get to it or destroy it or even touch it.

At the same time, having a living creature being a talisman could be beneficial because it could defend itself, hide, or run away from danger if someone did manage to find it and try to destroy it.

Maybe Vecna made Will his talisman on purpose and he never thought two people would come alll the way into the dangers of the Upside Down to go and get him.

Finding his talisman missing, Vecna sent the entire full force of the freakin' Mind Flayer to search for him and attach a metaphorical leash on him. A leash he clearly tried to use later to get Will out of the hands of the protagonists but Will was too baby to escape and they tore the leash off of him.

As of season 3, he couldn't take Will back even if he wanted to, the gate was closed AND Will was out of his reach.

But now? All bets are off.

#stranger things #vecna #henry creel #will byers #max mayfield #theory #ask

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bleachbleachbleach · 1 year

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1/1/23-1/7/23

I finished another chapter! Chapter 6, which is the chapter around which the entire fanfic was formed--and the first one I started writing, approximately 1 million years ago. It’s 7000 words, which is still 25% longer than I imagined these being, and I want to jump to revision mode, but I don’t think that really makes sense until I’ve completed more of the chapters and I can revise in an actual direction.

I think the chapter works at the macro level, in the way that it speaks to he overall story/themes; and at the micro level, in the sense that I enjoy individual scenes. But at the actual, like, “this is a coherent and interesting chapter-length reading experience” level… I’m not sure. I think I know that I should probably cut things liberally, but I also want to convince myself that everything should stay. Does the chapter need to open with 1000+ words of Akon and Rose discussing one (1) kekkai and their opinions on… American Modernism…? Does the answer change if the next 400 words are Akon, the narrating POV, listening to Hitsugaya and Kensei completely ignore him while they argue about mushrooms? If the 2000 after that are "3 Public Health Violations the Gotei Committed and 1 They Didn’t"? The answer is both "clearly no" and "obviously yes."

In any case, here is the scene for which the whole rest of this fic will have been written just to give this scene a home:

Using his machete and Hisagi’s, Muguruma transfers one of his rocks from the flames to pool, steam spitting violently as he transfers another, and another.

Within minutes, the water boils, and in another ten Hitsugaya’s nettles are giving off a pleasantly piquant aroma, mushrooms bobbling like jellyfish between the rocks. At home, Akon is a grazer, taking most of his meals cold and scattered both throughout his lab and his day, but he finds himself staring wolfishly at the soup.

"We don’t have to wait for Kuchiki, do we?" Akon asks. "There’s plenty of nettles for a second pot. She doesn’t need to know there were mushrooms."

"Where the hell is she, anyway?" Muguruma mutters.

"I can guess," says Abarai. "It could be a while. She gets stubborn about it."

"We’d feel it if anything happened to her," Matsumoto reasons. "She can’t have gone too far."

"Wait. Not in here," Hisagi realizes. "We wouldn’t feel it in here. Outoribashi-taichou’s kekkai—"

"No one said anything about any kekkai!" someone shouts out of the darkness.

Like the others, Kuchiki emerges in sound before sight, snapping branches as she muddles through the woods. "Tell people if you’re planning to put something like that up!" she pants.

"Didn’t stop any of you!" Muguruma shouts in Kuchiki’s direction. "Though I don’t know if that’s a compliment to your tracking skills or a burn on Rose’s kekkai."

"My tracking skills are excellent," Kuchiki declares as she stumbles into the firelight. She has more forest on her head than hair and looks substantially wetter than she had several hours ago. "I am a hunting genius."

She holds up two hares by their broken necks, one in each hand.

There’s a palpable tremor as everyone’s attention rushes Kuchiki and this new development. Hisagi gasps audibly. Matsumoto claps. Kuchiki beams, still breathless.

"Good work. Hope you’re a cooking genius, too. Get over here, Kuchiki. Quickly!" Muguruma barks at her.

"They’re still warm. I ran back as fast as I could," she assures him.

Kuchiki flings one of the hares at Abarai’s head as she makes her way toward the fire. Before it’s even found its mark she drops to one knee and drapes the remaining hare over her thigh. One quick motion and the guts push out its rear into the dirt. There’s another wet plop—Abarai’s hare following suit. It’s not much longer before the heads are severed and Kuchiki is peeling the skin from her hare center-out, like a coat. Eight satisfying pops as the feet come off.

Akon can’t remember the last time he ate meat. Not since the war began, surely, but it’s not served in the Gotei messes, either. It would have had to have been at some Event, and Akon does not make a habit of attending those. The Men’s Association had had a barbecue some years back, but it had ended up being mostly sweet potatoes.

Nevertheless, Akon can imagine the crisp black edges, glazed hard and shiny by flame, locking in the juices within. He can taste the soft jelly of the liver as it slides over his tongue, gamey and rich.

"Aw, shit."

Akon peers through the flames. Muguruma is poking at the long slab of liver that had come from Kuchiki’s hare, its color mottled with white.

Kuchiki bites her lip.

The rest of the group stays silent. The campfire pops and hisses.

"This one’s clean," Abarai says quietly, holding up the liver. The rest of his hare is in five neat pieces. "Heart and liver, throw in a kidney if anyone’s real hungry. It’ll be enough."

The look in Kuchiki’s eyes suggests it is not, in fact, enough. She looks like she could eat several rabbits on her own.

"That’s new-dead, isn’t it?" Akon asks. "I wouldn’t worry about it. The heat will kill—"

"No!" It’s Abarai, forceful, almost a snarl. The same tremor that awoke when Kuchiki first displayed the hares rushes through the group again, this time in reverse. An outgoing tide, leeching warmth from eyes and color from cheeks.

"It’s not worth the risk," Muguruma agrees. "This mission is get in, get out. We don’t have time for anyone to be getting sick."

Akon holds his hands up defeat. As usual, opinion trumps data. It’s how these things usually go. Akon has watched a lot of things die from a lot of different bugs, painstakingly recording symptoms and physiological responses T + x days, sometimes weeks later. It can take a lot of work to kill a shinigami like that, even controlling for prime conditions, where the bacteria are able to repopulate themselves unencumbered, and don’t get burned out by reiatsu punching out of the body. But Akon gathers that at least one in this group has watched at least one friend die like this, and one is always enough. They don’t have the comfort of the thousand test subjects this bug couldn’t kill. They only see the death.

So, quietly, Rukia disposes of her hare—its mottled liver, its still heart, the promise of its meat—somewhere in the shadows beyond the campfire, to be dealt with later.

As the skewered pieces of hare cook, kidneys bobbing in the soup as Muguruma replaces the now-cool rocks with fresh ones from the fire and the water boils anew, they pass a shallow drinking bowl around, taking hot soup into cold bodies. They try to drown the pangs of hunger in their stomachs. They pass liquor in the other direction. And when the meat is ready, they enjoy it while it lasts.

#stories for the sea

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the-rookinator-3000 · 10 months

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ok going to talk about this because I can and I might have alot to say

FIRST why is GARY NOT Twilight, Probably the second most easy to transfer to Mlp other then Rookie to Pinkie Pie (which is right here)

SECOND Rory? While yes Rory works on construction and is very hard working he isn’t as much as a main stay for the EPF compared to AA who is the DIRECTOR. It would be safe to say she would be able to fit the role of Aj with everything from hard working and honesty. (Side note why is it a pumpkin? Everyone else’s mark makes complete sense but a pumpkin?)

THIRD Why is Rory a Unicorn?? It makes every bit of sense to make him a Earth Pony. While you could complain about JPG being a Earth Pony and not a Pegasus it makes sense due to him using a Jet Pack (Obviously) which is actually a bit interesting since in MLP (G4) Jetpacks aren’t a thing. Rookie and PH being a Pegasus and Earth Pony respectfully fits them well enough. Open to debate if Dot should have been a Unicorn though.

ok I’m mostly done so uh enjoy

first second in and ur wrong. aunt arctic should be twilight thanks thats all

#asks 📪

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witches-and-devils · 2 years

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Addiction, Chapter 12

“You know, this would all go much faster if you actually assisted me, rather than sitting over there and pouting like a big baby,” Ace grumbled, glaring over at the large Demon in his chair despite the raging headache that compared to a surgical drill being forced through his skull. They’d been searching all over for Miles since the party, and yet nothing had so much as whisked by their noses since they’d started looking. It was like the moment they finally found some sort of lead in another town, within the time it’d take them to get there, he’d be gone and they would have to start all over again. He always seemed to be one step ahead of them.

Wrapping his pendant around his hand, Ace finally stepped back from the map and gave his eyes a break. He’d done tracking magic before, but it always took its toll when the target was moving too quickly for his spell to keep up with. “I’m serious, Damascus, pay attention. If we just had something of his with us, we could use the tracking spell and that would be that.” He raised a hand, shaking it through his red hair as he began to pace between the kitchen and the living room of their tiny cabin. “Fucking hell, now would be a good time to still have that marking,” he muttered underneath his breath, mostly to himself as he absentmindedly yanked at the collar around his neck. The habit was sticking, he could already tell, even after Damascus’s old, partially broken mark had faded away like it was never there, to begin with.

“Yeah, well. Too late for that.” The sound of the Archdemon’s voice nearly made him jump. It had been a while since their… admittedly tense confessions, but that strange air between them had yet to fade. It was really starting to make working together harder than it had been before. It wasn’t like they were fighting, really, exactly the opposite. It was relieving that they weren’t screaming at each other much, but everything felt different now. They didn’t talk much before, but even that much communication shrunk to something practically nonexistent. They danced around the topic, actively avoiding speaking about it and, as a result, ignoring each other most of the time. At least, that was how it felt. Maybe it was just him?

Damascus shifted in his chair, standing up and walking over to inspect the map. He stared at it almost as if he could intimidate it into showing them more clues so long as he transferred his murderous intent through his eyes alone. “Well, he’s got old Church bones, some old Church spellbook. Maybe we should look more into Church… shit?”

Ace paused, rolling his eyes as he waved off the idea with a flick of his hand. “You do understand that there’s not just… a handful of Churches sitting around, yes? Thousands, Damascus. If not more. But… okay, well-” He sighed, leaning back on the balls of his feet as he rubbed a hand over his face, “Let’s just… what have they collected so far? Old bones of some, what, Saint? Or at least someone important enough to be buried underneath an ancient crypt and protected despite having an orphanage over top of it. A book about bindings with Demons and how to… affect them?”

Hopefully, Miles wasn’t planning on trying to tie another Demon to him. Would that even make sense? Could Demons even try something like that? He opened his mouth to ask the question, only to be cut off when a sharp knock came from the front door of their hideout. Instantly he could see Damascus growing tense, that tightening in his shoulders and snarl dragging up the corner of his mouth, a telltale sign he’d learned to pick up easily enough over the years. Panic bubbled up from within Ace’s chest, his wrist flicking out and extinguishing any open light sources within the building as he dropped down into a silent crouch.

Was it the Church? Had Cecelia said something? No- no, if it was the Church they would have attacked in a public space. They’d have wanted to make an example of him, not snuff him out like some flame in the middle of the forest. He leaned down closer to the ground, listening closely for any noise or sign that might give him an idea of what or who exactly was waiting on the other side of the door.

That’s when he heard the faint sound of… fluttering? Like… locusts, almost. A lot of locusts. It was still winter, they shouldn’t be-

Crash!

Ace barely held back a screech as he ducked out of the way just as the window in their living room burst open and dozens- no, hundreds of tiny, red-skinned Imps began to skitter and fly around their room with wild abandon. Throwing his hands up, his magic instantly went to work, crafting thick walls of wind to act as a barrier around himself as he tried desperately to see through the haze of red so he could grasp what exactly was going on. Okay- okay, focus. He needed to ensure his own safety before focusing on anything else. Damascus was big, he could take a few hits, Ace wouldn’t be so lucky if he were to catch one of these little fuckers in the throat.

Despite their proximity, his Familiar was instantly lost in the flood of minor Demons that invaded their space. He couldn’t do shit if he couldn’t see what he needed to do in the first place! A steady bubble of cold air surrounded the Witch, keeping most of the beasts an uneasy distance away from him as he rubbed his hands together. He’d only managed to do this a few times before, but if it worked, it might…

“Fuck it. Damascus- close your eyes!” Pale hands slammed down into the ground, thin streams of light spider webbing and cracking their way through the old wood before the darkened space filled with a bright light that had the Demons screeching and flinching away as if the mere presence was burning their skin along with their eyes. He could hear Damascus’s roar of anger, though he wasn’t sure exactly what the rage was being directed towards.

“Fucking hell- I thought you rigged this place with a shit load of alarms- how did this many Demons get in!?”

“I did!” Ace shot back, darting through the mass in an attempt to locate the source of the annoying behemoth, “How come you weren’t able to smell them!?” A claw finally broke through the shield around him, leaving a nasty gash up one of his forearms. Hissing loudly, Ace flicked a hand and the beast began to spin… and spin… and spin and spin and spin and spin until he forced it to stop all too suddenly. Its head spun around a few extra times before it fell dead with a loud thud that was engulfed in the roars and screeches around them. “Where are they all coming from!?”

There was a surprising amount of Demons pouring into the cabin. All fairly weak, considering how easily they were dispatched, but… how did they make it past all of his alarms? It didn’t make sense. Unless you knew the woods as Ace did, you wouldn’t have- a corpse went whizzing towards him. Inhaling sharply, he threw his hands up and forced the Imp through the roof.

“Fantastic! Now snow’s going to get in- Damascus! Watch where you throw the dead!” He snapped, kneeling and kicking out a leg to catch another Imp as it skittered towards him. Okay, focus- focus- how the hell did this many Demons get into his woods unnoticed? Teleportation? He hadn’t associated with any Witches since leaving the Church aside from the rare few during contracts over the years. Where-

His thoughts were cut off when he heard another bellow from Damascus. These things were just some simplistic, annoying fiends, why was he getting so enraged at them? Ace paused for a moment, keeping the cyclone of wind around him as he paused to look a bit closer at the battle before him.

Most of these Imps weren’t going for him. In fact, now that he was focusing, he could easily see Damascus from here. The Demon was being swarmed as he batted angrily at everything around him. His olive-colored skin was covered in tiny scratches and claw marks but a strange black ichor seemed to be oozing from them.

“Damascus!” His familiar roared again, ripping an Imp in half before punching the remains over and over and over again instead of focusing on the other threats around him. A brief glimpse of those eyes and Ace knew he was going feral, but- Ace snapped his fingers, bisecting a Demon before Damascus could bite it in half which earned him that enraged stare. Before he realized what was happening, the Archdemon was swinging his hand down to collide with the side of Ace’s head. Hands flew up, magic desperately twisting and forming to try and create some sort of protection before the impact, only for it to never occur.

Ace had an arm wrapped around his waist, hoisting him out of the way and up into the air. He gasped, moving to turn but he could see nothing but a large set of leathery wings and a thick tail from the corner of his eye.

“Whoopsy daisy!” No- “Let’s not let the big guy have too much fun, shall we?” The voice purred, an overdramatic huff leaving his lips as a pair of golden eyes dipped into his vision. “Imp poison. Hell of a drug, really. It’ll make even the most docile of Demons go crazy.”

“Miles-”

“It’s Loran, darling, you should know I’m not some silly orphanage caretaker by now, shouldn’t you?” The Incubus chuckled, leaning down and nuzzling into the side of Ace’s neck. “But enough about me! How’re you, Ace?” He could already feel the Incubus trying to draw him back in, keeping a secure grip on him so he couldn’t worm his way out of his arms as Ace watched Damascus lose his mind in a sea of red.

“Damascus! Calm yourself, dammit!” The Witch screamed through the chaos, twisting and turning as best as he could to try and free himself from Loran’s vice grip. His head was screaming, demanding that he take a moment to collect himself before casting without thinking first. He brought his hands down, beating them feebly against his arms as he kicked and cursed while the Demon merely chuckled pitifully. “Let go, you- ass!” This was impossible. Chaos swarmed the cabin and made it too difficult to focus, the more angry Damascus grew the more strain Ace was having to put on himself to keep the chains in check so he wouldn’t break free.

He should have known. He should have been more aware. Ace watched as the Demons continued to swarm around his Familiar. This couldn’t happen again, he couldn’t just- sit by and watch as his chains were ripped forcefully from his soul. He couldn’t bear it- he wouldn’t survive it, even if the one he’d lose had terrified and enraged him for so long. If he started to cast he might expend too much energy, but if he didn’t cast he might not be able to hold out for much longer…

Something snapped inside Ace’s nose, blood beginning to pour out and paint the front of his face as he tried to keep Damascus reigned in as best as he could. “Damascus!” As he went to slam his hands down against Loran’s arms in another attempt to break free, a light caught the corner of his eye. His hands.

It started small at first, growing and twisting into a strange, beautiful light that was almost enough to draw his mind out of the fear of combat and into an odd sense of peace. He’d never been good with other forms of magic besides wind, since when could he conjure up something like this?

He didn’t have time to think about it. He couldn’t cast whatever it was on the ground but he knew another place that would work just as well. Ace’s hands reached up and hooked roughly into Loran’s thick hair. Another burst of bright light like earlier erupted, this time centered on the Incubus that held him high above the rest of the room. This magic was different, it was almost as if the Witch had managed to conjure his own, small form of the sun in their room.

He could feel his fingers sinking in, burning away bits of hair as Loran screamed, he could hear the Imps in the space screeching and smell burning flesh. He wasn’t even aware that he was screaming himself, even as something broke behind his milky white eyes and blood began to trickle down the sides of his face and out his ears. All he focused on was keeping this light up for as long as his body would let him… until his arms felt limp and he was forced to pull back. “Let. Go.”

“Fuck-!” Loran gasped as Ace finally had to give up on the spell, nearly falling out of the sky. He could try to pry himself free again, but that last spell had spent most of his energy. He could feel the Demon holding him aloft shifting before plucking a few of Ace’s red hair as he spoke, “S-sorry, Darling, I-” Before he could register what the man was trying to say to him, he was released and barreling towards the ground as the Imps trilled and ran away with burning skin and worried clicks. He could hear Loran bursting through the hole in the ceiling before that inevitable crash was cut short by a thick hand hooking him by the nape of his neck.

Damascus heaved, his eyes wild as he slammed Ace unceremoniously into the ground. His breath sounded like air canons beside his ears, his body crouched over him like some sort of gigantic ape. He looked… animalistic. Primal. For a moment, Ace was sure that this was the chance he’d been waiting for. His body felt too heavy to move, his magic was spent. Of course, Damascus would use this chance to kill him and finally return to hell.

Instead, like a tree falling in the middle of a forest, his Familiar fell to the side and sprawled across the floor. Ace sensed something flashing in the woods near their home, the stink of foreign magic in the air as a few remaining Imps crawled over to inspect their bodies. One poked at the Archdemon’s massive form, chewing on his ear, only to be swat away like a gnat and smashed into a bloody mess against the wall of their ruined cabin.

Nothing but the sound of labored breaths and the faint swoosh of wind dispatching what few Imps remained could be heard. He… okay. They were both exhausted. Good. That meant he probably wouldn’t try to break free right away. Loran. He’d taken some of Ace’s hair. Why did he need his hair? You only needed bits from other people if…

…

The hair, old bones, a book on Witch and Demon bonds... “I think another Witch is involved. They- they would have killed us when they had the chance, if… if that was what they were looking for. They had-” Ace paused, slowly pulling himself up, “they must’ve had orders or… fuck-” He fell back. His ears were ringing but at least his racing heartbeat was beginning to slow down. He felt like shit. Was sure he looked like it too, but he couldn’t expend the energy to wipe the blood from his face, much less stand up. Besides, their cabin was in shambles. It’d be a waste of time to fix it, and now that it was compromised…

They’d have to find another place to hide. Ace closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain that coursed through his body with each pulse of his heart. “This can’t be just some Demon having a grudge against us. That woman at the party, his partner? She must be a Witch, right? … Are you even fucking coherent right now?”

“Ffffffffffffffffuck you,” was all Damascus managed to grumble before he dragged himself onto his side and puked up more of that disgusting, black shit. Bits of his blood were smoking and steaming against his skin, most likely a result of whatever spell Ace had cast moments ago. Whatever it was that he’d done, the light seemed to have… burned away or at least caused significant harm to the Demons surrounding him, that much was obvious. “Lothario’s. They were… all Lothario’s Imps. Recognized their scent.”

Amazing, that was another thing to add to the ‘fuck this’ list. “Tell me straight, Little Boss,” Damascus grumbled, flipping back over so he could stare at the redhead as he spoke, “Did they break my chair?”

…

He knew it wouldn’t actually hurt the guy, but Ace still kicked him with as much feeble strength as he could muster. A broken chuckle coming from him as he tried to roll over once again and push himself up. “We just- almost died- and you’re- worried about the fucking chair?” The Witch looked over, quickly noticing that the old thing was somehow still intact, though now it was covered in gore from… well, he wasn’t sure if it was more Imp or Damascus if he was being honest.

“It’s stained and gonna smell terrible, but it’s still standing.” He tried to ignore the sigh of relief. Lothario’s Imps… who the hell would have scooped them up just to try and chuck them all at him and Damascus? “The Incubus stole some of my hair when he grabbed me. That type of magic is… I don’t think this is about us getting in the way of some old bones anymore.”

They needed to get their bearings before anything else. Damascus was a dick, but he wanted to make sure they wouldn’t just lie down and die if someone were to come back. Ace dragged himself over to Damascus’s body, huffing as he began to carefully run a hand along some of the worst wounds on the Demon’s body. “Hold still," he grumbled, pitifully attempting to heal what he could. His reserves were tapped and if he wasn’t careful-

“FUCK-” He snapped as his headache came back in full force. It felt like his eardrums had burst, the redhead kneeling and hissing loudly as the blood leaked with renewed effort and mingled with the remaining smudges and scratches along his face. “Nope. No, fuck that. No healing. No magic. Not now.” Dragging himself along and flopping into what remained of his window seat, Ace groaned as he allowed his head to drop between his knees. “Whatever they’re doing, it involves us if they’re looking for links with my being. Just… give me a second to… collect myself. Fuck.”

He was vaguely aware of Damascus slowly standing before flopping into his ratty old chair like a breaching whale. Then the loud snap of wood echoed throughout the space and all at once, the chair collapsed to the floor and left the Demon on a cushion flush with the ground.

“We really fucking suck, don’t we,” Damascus grumbled, though it sounded more like a statement than an actual question. “Here we are. Arguably the most powerful Witch in existence- shut the fuck up, you’d have to be to keep the most powerful Demon on the mortal place in line- but here we are. Most powerful Witch and most powerful Demon. And we got our asses kicked by a whole buncha Imps.”

Ace sighed, looking over as Damascus squared one leg over his knee and planted his hands on the remains of the armrests. “Somebody knew that. And I don’t like you. I’d still rather fucking kill you and go destroy a country or somethin’. But I will be damned if I let some shit like this happen again, so-” The Witch went still as the Demon held out his gigantic hand in an offering. “Truce? I don’t kill you, we give this whole working together thing a try. A real one. But just out of spite. The moment this shit is done, I am still gunning for your head.”

Ace blinked. He… looked serious. Of course, now was when he started taking things seriously, why not? Couldn’t have over the years of working together? No, no, wait until they nearly die before offering something as simple as working together. He supposed he couldn’t really complain, it wasn’t like he looked out for him either, he’d been too busy in that last fight protecting himself to realize what was happening and keep those Imps away from Damascus before he was poisoned.

“Also, fuck you, do you know how hard it is to find a good chair for a guy my size?”

“Oh my God, fuck you and your chair,” Ace groaned, huffing as he shook his head and leaned back to fully look at the man. He did have a point. About the team thing. Not that damn chair. “I’ll find you another chair when this is over with.” He paused, reluctance entering every part of his body as he glanced between those dangerous, red eyes and the hand being held out to him.

… Ace grabbed it, shaking as firmly as the smaller man could despite all the magic seeped out of him and every part of his being screeching for a break. “Truce. For now. I’m sick of this stalker. But you gotta listen to me when I’m trying to explain a strategy instead of going-” Ace paused, lowering his voice as deep as it could go in a mocking manner of Damascus’s voice, “‘Uh huh, sure. Yeah. Fuck you, Little Boss.’ And I… will try to listen to you too.”

The two shared a meaningful look before Ace stretched his back and groaned. Standing up, he shook some of the plaster out of his blood-soaked hair. “I’m cleaning up. I refuse to look like a mess if we’re going to get jumped again.” Seriously, he could feel blood underneath his fingernails. Not to mention Loran had torn through his jacket and an Imp had damn near managed to rip out one of his earrings in the fight. He’d like a long soak, but with the state of their hideout, he knew he probably wouldn’t get the chance.

A short wait while they recovered and Ace regained his reserves, and they could set out to figure out where the fuck this stalker was and what they were doing with something linking them to Ace’s body.

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{The Application || "Sweet Cap'n Cakes" OC Fanfic}

{Characters: Chromius, Mark } [Owned by OP/writer and @gqyass respectively]

{One night, Chromius gets an ambitious idea, and writes the email that could change everything for them. They get a response from someone they didn't anticipate.}

The time is late evening in the cyber world, most folk are getting ready for bed, having dinners of varying types... and then there was one particular musical robot, who for the past few minutes, had been walking around, anxiously, as their computer played a familiar yet usually calming chiptune... A simplified version of cyber world's most popular trio.

According to the computer screen... the musical robot, whose name was Chromius, was awaiting a video call.

Chromius was a bit of a different individual. A musical robot who had among the highest system specifications in cyber world, yet couldn't act upon that potential very well due to emotional and mental setbacks, setbacks that held them back quite a bit.

This was one of those times, as they paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting the call to be answered. All the while, they were speaking all their thoughts of self doubt.

"Five minutes. It's been five long, agonizing minutes. They may just not pick up, I may just be the average musical bot, I may just have to accept my status as a freelancer- HAHA- oh goodness, this was all a mistake, what do I even DO with myself-"

Chromius thought to themself, tapping their fingers together, their RGB lights all settling on one color: Purple. For them, the color of fear. This was all they felt, or at least did, until... the music stopped.

That chiptune had stopped playing, and the camera feed had someone coming through! The catch, however: It was no one that Chromius was familiar with, at all. No, it was someone entirely different: A musical bot seeming to share a bit of semblance to Sweet, but more leaning towards K_K's height. In other words: Someone Chromius didn't know at all.

"Yes, hello, S.C.C. member Mark here, you called?" The musical bot spoke through the video feed, as all Chromius could do was stare, before drawing out the microphone from their headset, speaking up after an audible gulp.

"Y... yes. I called. My name's Chromius... hello Mark. Yeah, how're you doing? Good, hm?" Chromius responded, almost immediately glancing off to the side, and given they were both on video chat, this had transferred back to Mark, who cocked his head abit to the side, noticing his aloof contacter. Who the heck was this random musical bot, barely able to go a single sentence without losing the ability to speak in a natural manner? This was not it, and Chromius was already beginning to squander their chance.

"You okay there, bud? Might wanna calm your central processing unit down before you make such a daring proposal. Perhaps, maybe I should I call back at a later..." And before Mark could get his word out, Chromius practically jumps forward, waving their hands, shaking their head, everything that expressed a worrisome attitude.

"Nonono- I'm good! Just fine! I've... I've just been on hold for a few minutes and you kind of shocked me, is all." Chromius sighs, tapping at their desk, as they processed within their mind what to speak next. For those next few seconds there was silence, before Chromius resumed the conversation.

"I just didn't know Sweet Cap'n Cakes had a member I didn't know about, so you just... surprised me. Actually... I feel like I might've seen you before. If you could help catch me up to speed, bud?" Chromius inquires, to which Mark responds...

"I'm actually a superstar myself, so S.C.C. allowed me to come on board with them." Mark responds, hands on his desk, fingers together with a confident smile. Chromius could only look on in shock, lights shifting to yellow as they put a hand over what could be considered their mouth, given their lack of one.

"For real?! Where have I been all this time- this is kind of an honor in of itself! Really glad of your status, Mark! I mean... we're just now getting to know each other, but that's quite the shining status! I'm honored you're even willing to talk to humble ol' me!" Chromius speaks, their attention now had by the DJ superstar. Mark responds with a simple nod, seems he gets this kind of admirations from his fans all the time.

"Well, I kind of had to, your application and all, which you haven't exactly demonstrated yet, so if we can get that show on the road so to speak, we'll be sailing then. Show me what you got, lil' bud." Mark asks of Chromius, fingers touching together once again as he anticipated the applicant to demonstrate.

Chromius responds as the rim of their speaker lights up white, animating as what could be seen as a loading circle. Mark tilts his head to the side, having expected a physical musical device to be pulled out, but if Chromius has the music stored and ready to demonstrate, sure that works too.

From Chromius' speaker, out comes a lo-fi techno beat, playing at a moderate tempo, leaning towards the more energetic side. As luck would have it, Mark's bopping to the tune, or at least he is for a thirty seconds before the tune stops.

"Huh? That's as long as it goes? No no, I was actually enjoying that! You have potential, so do you have anything longer?" Mark speaks, hoping for a positive, only to then get a negative as Chromius soonafter confirmed to Mark:

"Actually, I've never finished a full composition. I've made other tunes of similar quality, but you see... I have trouble finishing them! I don't usually get far with anything, so I hope that's a good demo of what I can do... wait, you enjoyed that? Like, for real?" Chromius seems to have overlooked that. Did a DJ superstar just compliment their work?

Yes, yes he did, as Mark nods in response, grabbing a clipboard from off the camera, and writing down a note.

"You might have a bit of trouble with that confidence of yours, and I've not heard a full composition... but you have potential. Nay, more than just that, a lot of it. If that's a half-minute demo of yours, I'm intrigued lil' bud. Yeah, I can help you with getting into S.C.C, we've been in need of a techno composer anyway. I've got a note written down for the main trio. Congratulations, we're proceeding further with this." Mark speaks with a friendly chuckle, as his hands then focus onto his keyboard and mouse.

"You'll be getting an email soon, expect to hear a call from one of the main three later on, give or take a few days. I believe we're ready to wrap up here, so I'd suggest prepping your A-game and presenting yourself to the others cleanly, I can only do so much on my end with helping you get in. We're good then, Chromius?" Mark asks, awaiting Chromius' answer... as the rim of their speaker glows yellow, trying to contain themself.

"Y... yeah! We're good! We're good to go!" Chromius speaks, to which Mark responds with a finger snap.

"It's what I like to hear, bud. Alright, thank you for your time and have a good day, stay sweet lil' bud." Mark speaks, before the video feed cuts offline, and as soon as it does... Chromius gladly lets loose with unbridled excitement.

"I did it!! I did that!! That was clean!! Today's flippin' AMAZING!! WOOOOO-!!" Chromius exclaims, and unable to contain themself, almost slaps over a piece of furniture or two.

Well, good on them, here's to hoping they can keep it up.

#pssspspspsps- it's out after like a whole week guys please look #chromius literature #fanfic #sweet cap'n cakes #scc oc #scc au

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