#basically right now I'm trying to decide if I should end this chapter

[peetasallhehasleft]

Fanfic writers question...

[svnnw]

WHEN YOU SMILE — chapter 19

19 ) 7 minutes in heaven

and now you're here, sitting in a circle right in between mark and haechan. you don't even know how you got into this position but knowing how haechan came up with 7 minutes in heaven, it didn't take you long enough to figure out his plan.

"how about we choose two random people to go into jaemin's room for 7 minutes?" haechan suggested, giving you a quick look before he focused on the others again after seeing you glare at him.

"i think we should use a bottle so it will actually be random" giselle said winking at you. you knew that the only person that actually felt bad for you was her and you were glad she said that because everyone agreed to her suggestion.

"mark, you should spin the bottle! i'll get some drinks." haechan ran right through the door so mark couldn't object.

"..." it felt like an eternity until the bottle finally stopped. fate was never on your side. the bottle landed on you and of course haechan walked back in when it happened.

"well look at that!! it looks like mark and y/n will stay together for 7 minutes." haechan cheered knowing that you were about to end your friendship with him if he went a step further. giselle looked apologetic. her suggestion didn't change a thing because both options would end up with you and mark in the room either way.

mark's 'y/n' snapped you out of your thoughts and you quickly realized that you actually had to go with him alone, in a room for 7 minutes.

you sat down on jaemin's bed while you were awkwardly staring out the window. mark knew that haechan would come up with something to make you guys stay longer together so he decided to man up a little bit and start the conversation.

"sorry if haechan makes you uncomfortable. he likes to ship his two friends just for his own entertainment."

"no it's fine. i already realized that when i first met him."

"yeah?" you don't know what happened but whatever was in the air made you blush. the way he talked and looked at you made you finally realize how nice he is. you felt bad. ever since you guys met he has always been polite and the total opposite of rude. your constant rudeness registered in your head and now you seriously felt bad and wanted to apologize to him.

"i'm sorry."

"for what??" his puzzled look made you feel even more awful because he is the type of person to forgive and forget. even if you didn't directly say anything harsh to him, they way you perceived him as a whole different person was terrible of you.

"mark, i'm so sorry for having a misconception of you. you're a really nice person but everytime your fangirls did something i started to blame you. i'm just not used to people talking about me on the open internet like that." now you just had to hope that he accepted your apology to get rid of the bad feeling.

"it's fine! i totally get you i would also be annoyed if there were people straight up hating on me." you felt relieved. the first step is finally done. you and mark are on good terms and now the only thing you have left to do is getting good grades.

"you know you look really pretty when you smile."

"hmm?" you quickly turned your head to him.

"and the 7 minutes are up!!" haechan barged into the room. you were glad he came because you wouldn't know what would happen if you stayed there for another second.

"do you guys want to continue or??"

"no it's fine i have to go to the bathroom really quick." you basically ran out of the bedroom. you thought you saw your cheeks redden but you gaslighted yourself into thinking that you weren't.

he also had a cute smile but you would never admit that.

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a/n – y/n is trying to change.. and also why are so many accounts getting deleted??

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[vinelark]

Congrats on the conclusion of bbts!! I read it the whole way through in like two days and loved it! I'm so here for the Drama, but I appreciate that the conflict came more from the situation they found themselves in over questionable choices that they made. They were honest with each other and it's a nice take, and the cards still would have fallen the way they did if things were a little different, and they still had the strong connection needed to make everything right in the end.

Question: is there a translation for the Portuguese attached anywhere to the fic? I was hoping it would be in the end notes for the chapter and sadly my meager Spanish is not doing enough heavy lifting to make it, haha. Love your writing!

thank you! i’m so glad you enjoyed and that the flavor of misunderstanding worked for you. they’re so smart and young and trying their best and they got there in the end.

re: translation: i did not attach a translation to the fic! happy to share it here though. the bolded dialogue below is what i shared with @tigerjpg, who not only translated it but also guest stars in this scene as the unimpressed churro truck vendor.

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The smell of cinnamon and fried dough hangs in the air, warming it, and when they reach the window the employee is loading churros into a paper bag.

“The usual, right?” they ask. They’re young, short-haired, cheeks and neck flushed from the heat of the fryer inside the truck. Kon recognizes them from the last time he was here with Clark; they’d spoken rapid-fire Portuguese to Kon like they were testing to see if Superman being a polyglot was just a fluke, and seemed pleased when Kon answered in kind. (He didn’t tell them that he wasn’t actually like Superman in this regard—that Clark mastered language by learning at high speed, but he still learned, while Kon had his language settings pre-loaded before he opened his eyes. That Kon had overused certain phrases he picked up from TV his first few months, English still shaped strangely on his tongue as he tried to make the words feel like his. But at least having a few thousand Duolingo owls in his brain made for a good party trick sometimes.)

“Yes, please,” Kon says now as they set the bag on the counter. “Sorry if we kept you late.”

“Barely,” they tell him, waving away his concern with one hand and shaking open a second bag with the other. “Anyway, we get bonus overtime if one of you shows up, so you’re basically doing me a favor.”

Well, nice to know eating churros can count toward his good deed tally, if they really get a bonus when a super swings by. Speaking of— “Oh,” Kon says, rummaging through his thigh pouch. Clark always leaves a little tip in the jar. Kon usually carries an assortment of currencies—Robin’s idea for standard mission ancillary supplies—but, damn, he left that billfold at the Tower a few nights ago. All he has are a few US $20s and the Titans emergency card. He holds up the bills. “Can I give you these?”

The employee raises an eyebrow. “Your boyfriend already tipped.”

Kon blinks. He hadn’t seen Tim move, but there is indeed a fresh hundred-euro note in the tip jar. Kon and the employee both turn to Tim, who is very intently studying the chalkboard menu on the side of the truck.

“Did you just—have a hundred Euros on you?” Kon asks.

Tim shrugs. “Just in case.”

“In case what?”

Now Tim does look sideways at him. “In case a teenage superhero decides to take me on a spontaneous trans-Atlantic churro run, obviously.”

Kon feels like he should be boggling over the rich people-ness of it all, but he’s a bit distracted by the deepening flush on Tim’s cheeks. Also distracted by boyfriend, and hoping Tim doesn’t know a word of Portuguese, while at the same time kind of hoping he does.

“What’s his deal?” the employee asks Kon.

“He’s, uh, American,” Kon says.

They raise their other eyebrow.

“And rich,” Kon adds.

“Ah.”

[4zahar]

WIP? | Rocket Science

Synopsis— It's been almost 5 years, give or take a few days, since Jason's death. You could proudly say that there was no light at the end of the tunnel just because Gotham lived in constant darkness. After moving away from your family for your own good, it would be crazy to think that your brother was alive all this time and not only did no one deign to tell you, but the sweet innocent boy you raised decided to fill a bag with human heads and become a Crime Lord, right? Because that just happens in movies.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: English is not my first language. Shorter chapter because it was a last minute thing. I thought it'll be more interesting showing how things will be going in the future(present)—since the serie is basically Jason and reader's past. I'll be back sooner this time, I promise♡

Few times has Tim Drake felt like he was being played with like when it came down to family.

Actually, scratch that.

More people he cared to count had tried playing him for a fool and failed as to say this is the worse he's felt. This time around was different just to emphasize the absurdity his life was sliding into.

Yes, he was benched until recovering.

No, he couldn't refuse it.

No, he wasn't sulking.

"So bed rest for how long now? Alfred 's gonna breath over your shoulder for a while. Believe me. Been there, done that." Dick Grayson has been here, allegedly, trying to cheer him up. But personally, the acrobat should reconsider his chances as a cheerleader if he thought Tim could laugh off a concussion, bruises all over and his tingling ribs.

"You've been beaten by a 6 ft something dude on bright yellow leggins?" It was only half sardonic. His brother's had an extravagant life.

"The answer will surprise you."

Dick's presence wasn't very comforting under the particular self deprecating light of asking himself 'who he was really here for?'. However, the man actually managed to pull at the corners of his brother's lips to get a scoff. It was better than nothing.

"Well..." Tim said, leaning further back into tiny wall of pillows with a smirk, "We could always just call (Name) and have her deal with The Red Hood," His voice carried a teasing edge with a grin that lingered for a second longer, hanging in the air like a fading echo.

Dick didn’t laugh. Tim hadn't expected him to. But not even a chuckle or eye-roll at the idea of this rather skinny, 5 ft something woman going up to a Crime Lord to whoop his ass?

No sarcastic comeback, no snort of agreement, just that small, almost imperceptible shift: the stiffening of his jaw, the subtle crease between his brows, and the way he suddenly became very interested in side eyeing the floor.

Nothing to match the usual rhythm of their banter.

Something wasn't right already and Tim couldn't catch a break from one drama to the other.

Fuck the weighted, hollow kind of silence that didn’t fit but always followed him.

He could have brushed it off really, chalking it up to stress or whatever. That just wasn't like him though.

Replaying his own words in his head could only do so much, and the kick of the joke got stuck on the tip of his tongue, but was like stone in water regardless.

Eyes drifted to Dick’s hunched shoulders, noticing how his movements were precise but mechanical, like he was trying too hard to stay focused. It wasn’t just annoyance. It wasn’t about the mess. It wasn't about his strained relationship with you—where chats were exchanged probably once every few months.

"Did (Name) block you again or why are you sulking?"

"I'm not sulking." The grin Tim shot back was more habit than genuine amusement, his brain already shifting gears beneath the surface.

Dick’s response was quick, too quick, the kind that snaps out like muscle memory instead of actual thought. His voice had that tight edge to it, the kind that tries to masquerade as casual but doesn’t quite land right.

Okay, Tim thought, narrowing his eyes slightly. Not just weird. This is “something’s definitely up” weird.

"I should be the only one sulking,"

"Who are you? Bruce?"

Dick wasn’t looking at him. Still staring at the floor like it held all the answers to the universe. His fingers drummed absently against his knee, a restless little rhythm that had no business being there if everything was fine.

Tim let the silence stretch, just a little, leaning into it like he was daring Dick to fill it. But when nothing came, he cocked his head.

"Wait," Tim said slowly, voice softer now, like he was testing the shape of the thought forming in real-time. "This isn’t about her blocking you—"

"I wasn't blocked."

"—This is… something else."

Dick shifted then, barely noticeable if Tim hadn’t been watching like a hawk. A quick inhale through the nose, shoulders straightening.

"Don’t overthink it, Tim."

Wrong move. Dick should've known better. Telling Tim not to overthink was like telling water not to be wet.

Fair enough, everyone surrounding him was an overthinker, but that was more his environment's fault than his own. Then, the nagging feeling of a wider picture he was not privy to, creeped in. It was on. There was nothing better to do.

Tim sat up straighter, the teasing grin completely gone now. His mind raced, connecting dots that hadn’t even looked like dots before.

"It’s not about me. It’s about her." His eyes narrowed. "What aren’t you telling me?"

Dick’s jaw clenched. Not enough to be obvious, but enough for Tim to catch it. His gaze flicked to the window, like the skyline outside was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.

And that’s when it hit Tim.

It wasn’t the joke itself—it was who he’d joked about. The Red Hood. Jason.

Tim’s breath hitched slightly. Like acknowledging a fact that had always been then, yet pushed aside, the realization creeped in like cold fingers wrapping around his ribs.

"She doesn’t know, does she?" Tim whispered, not a question, more like a statement dragged out of him.

No answer.

Tim’s chest tightened, equal parts disbelief and frustration rising like a tide. "She doesn’t know Jason Da Vinci is alive."

Dick finally looked at him then, and not-quite-guilt-but-almost etched into the lines around his eyes, buried in the tense set of his mouth.

"It’s complicated, Tim."

"Complicated?" Tim’s voice cracked, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Dick. This changed everything."

"I know that!" Dick snapped but not really. Just raised his voice louder than intended, his own frustration bleeding through now. He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "Of course I know. But it’s not that simple. It's the whole problem, in fact. Jason… he’s not the same. And I didn’t—" He stopped himself, words hitting a wall.

Tim stared at him, heart pounding.

"Yeah," he muttered bitterly. "That much s'obvious." The youngest focused alone on the last word.

Tim let out a slow breath, trying to push past the initial frustration, but it was like trying to wade through knee-deep mud. He couldn't wrap his head around it.

Had he known this a while back he probably wouldn't be struggling right now.

Maybe.

"How—" He stopped, rethinking his words. "How does that even happen, Dick? And, what about Bruce? Shouldn't he have been the one to tell her?"

Dick's lips pressed into a thin line and he shook his head. Something closer to exhaustion, was probably gnawing at him and probably had been long before Tim stumbled into it.

"Bruce has regrets, but he had already made up his mind by the time I heard about it. And Jason was already supposedly death, again. What was I supposed to tell her?" Dick’s gaze was heavy now, meeting Tim’s.

“Clearly he's alive.”

“Yeah, but what were the chances?” Another deep breath to calm down. "Listen. B only saw so little of how it impacted (Name) back then," Dick muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face. "And yet he still thought—hell, I agreed—it is for the best not to call across the world if we were just where we started but worse." His voice trailed off, but Tim didn’t need him to finish the sentence.

Tim had only seen glimpses of it, filtered through the distance between them when he took on the mantle of Robin, but even that had been enough. The grief had hollowed you out, twisted something inside your in a way that felt eerily familiar. You lost an anchor in a world that already demanded too much from them.

"We don't want her to spiral. To relapse and cut everyone off again."

"‘Cause that worked so well so far. And mind you, she never cut me off."

And it wasn't completely true. At the time he had had to adapt fast into being Gotham's newest Robin and didn't notice the months in which he heard nothing from you when communication was already low.

"It would break (Name)," Dick admitted, quieter now, like saying it out loud made it harder to carry. "Looking at you and knowing."

There was a sour taste at the back of Tim's throat. "So the plan is just… never telling her while Jason is out there playing vigilante roulette with Gotham’s criminals?"

"She trusted you because you weren’t us. You weren’t tangled in that mess. Not like me. Not like Bruce." He let out a hollow laugh, devoid of any real humor.

Tim saw that statement for what it was. His brother could be very persuasive with undertones alone when he wanted to push.

Jason wasn’t ready.

You weren't ready.

If you hadn't met already, then the only one who search hadn't gone looking for his family ties.

There was more—the truth under all the excuses Tim hadn't asked for. It surprised him if anything how much of a word vomit had a simple joke divulged into.

Just his luck.

Just his family.

Chest tight, fingers twitching at his sides. He wanted to rest, for once, sleep it off. But instead, he exhaled sharply, leaning back against the pillows, feeling even more drained. Feeling less like the original problem mattered anymore.

"I’m not going to tell her," Tim said quietly, and Dick’s head snapped up, relief flashing in his eyes before Tim added, "But we're so dead if she ever finds out."

Dick swallowed hard, nodding slowly like his neck was made of rusted hinges.

Minutes passed in strained silence before Dick finally pulled out his phone, staring at the screen like it was a live grenade. His thumb hovered over the contact name for far too long before he muttered, "You rest, I'll go for something to eat."

Tim didn’t argue. He knew Dick needed an excuse to leave. He was probably gonna call her and this was the best he came up with.

One could only wonder how long has Dick been holding everything related to you to himself.

As Dick exited the room, Tim had already pulled out his own phone, fingers moving almost without thought. He hits sand before second-guessing it.

You may be strained from the family, but not Tim.

Somewhere across the world, a phone buzzed to life in the middle of a starred night.

A message, a call and fifteen after, a flight was booked.

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 110... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

*Ahem...*

OH MY GOODNESS!!!! 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

THIS CHAPTER WAS CRAZY GOOD & HAD IT ME GOING NUTS BY THE END OF IT...!!! 😵

This was another informative chapter with something that might've just confirmed something ABSOLUTELY BIG...!!! 😲 So let's talk about it, shall we...? 😉

We begin this chapter basically right where we left off last time and Loid thinks to himself that maybe the reason that Melinda claims that Donovan is an alien might be some sort of metaphor for her not comprehending Donovan's way of thinking, so he asks her why she thinks this, and Melinda immediately shuts down Twilight's proclamation that Donovan won't find out about what they've discussed here... While in the waiting room, Melinda's bodyguard over hears Melinda shouting, but before she can do anything, Fiona goes to have a chat with her to ease her worry while also trying to get some info out of her....:

I honestly didn't expect to see Fiona show up and come in clutch to get extra information about Melinda, though I probably should have...! 😅

After that, we cut back to Twilight trying to calm Melinda down and convince her that he stands with her...! So, he tells her...:

I am so glad that Twilight told Melinda to get away from Donovan as soon as possible because I know that some people were worried that Loid was just gonna encourage her to stay with Donovan just so that he can get more information from her, but luckily that wasn't Loid's plan...! In fact as stated in the image above, if Twilight has proof that Donovan is abusing Melinda, it would cause a scandal and possibly lead to him being removed from power...! But before Twilight could her ask anything, Melinda stops him and says that Donovan hasn't done anything to her... This eventually leads Twilight to tell Melinda his observation of her:

Gosh, I feel so bad for Melinda... 😔 She doesn't deserve what's happening to her...

After that, Melinda decides that it's too late to hide that she came here, so she tells Twilight when she started to notice Donovan change...:

And then, Melinda reveals why she thinks that Donovan was replaced by alien...:

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! 😱 DID MELINDA JUST CONFIRM THAT DONOVAN IS INDEED A TELEPATH JUST LIKE ANYA!?!? 😵😵😵

I am seriously FREAKING OUT right now because I (and many others) have thought about this possibility FOR A LONG TIME!! 😵 GAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY AT THIS POINT...!!! 😫

After THAT bombshell, Melinda tells Loid about how scared she is of Donovan as well as all of this...:

MELINDA...!!! 💔😭💔

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE HER AND CHILDREN FROM THIS MAN IMMEDIATELY!!! 😫

Then, Twilight suggests to Melinda that she should convince Donovan to come to therapy as well, which leads to the funniest image in this whole chapter...!!:

🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂

In the end, Twilight did his best to work with Melinda before she left, but he felt that he might have pushed her little too much, so now Loid awaits for Melinda's examination results as he heads home... And of course, someone else learns of Donovan possibly being a telepath...!!:

OF COURSE ANYA WAS GONNA HEAR ABOUT THIS!!! 🗣🗣🗣

And that was Mission 110, it was both fantastic and crazy at the same time!!! 👌😌

This chapter was a very serious one throughout (except for the happy Donovan alien part, that was just so hilarious!! 🤣) Now I'm wondering where do we go from here...? 🤔 Is something bad gonna happen to Melinda because this? What is Anya (hell, even Loid) gonna do with the information that was dropped in this chapter...? 😲

IS DONOVAN MOST DEFINITELY A TELEPATH?!?! 😱 (The signs point to yes for me! 👌)

We are definitely in some deep territory here, so who knows what's gonna happen next...!! But, I am (hopefully) ready for ANYTHING...!!! 😆 So, until the next Mission; take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATER Y'ALL!!! 👋😁

[kai34902]

Addiction to Tranquility

Blurb: When all eyes are on you, you are forced to preform. till your legs bleed, your heart torn apart, and your mind goes numb you must not stop. Until a boy who has no interest in anything but science and space becomes a safe haven for you.

Or alternatively

When two people realize their feelings too late, and now must rebuild civilization while also try to get rid of their feelings for the other. Just one problem: they're addicted to each other

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Parings: Senku x reader

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Quotev

Chapter 2: Morning Star

Summery: you wake up from your slumber. Bad choices are made.

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Word count: 2454

Warning: not proofread and fast paced

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I heard the faint sound of rocks breaking. Soft light soon pierced through to my vision. I was finally free. I was breathing heavily. I looked around for an inkling of an idea of where and what time or day it was. But I got nothing, just a whole bunch of trees that were definitely not there when I was passed out. I looked up in the sky to see a familiar scene.

“Hey moon” I whispered to myself  “i'm back…Long time no see” I flashed it a smile.

The cold breeze of the night reminded me that I was in fact bare bones naked. My body flared up as I quickly tried to look for something to cover me up. My eyes spotted some vines growing from the trees, I quickly snatched it with so much vigor that I ended up tearing it apart. Next try I was careful not to rip it. I tied it around my waist to hide my crotch and around my chest. It could easily fall apart if I'm not careful but it's better than nothing.

The night sky tried to remind me that humans like myself should be asleep, but I couldn’t just go to bed now. This is a new world that I had to explore! From my vision I saw a cave, small trees, a huge cluster of trees from a distance that resembled a scene from Tarzan, and a huge tree that grew not too far. I decided to go to the huge tree since I don't know what's inside of the cave. Small trees were boring, and I knew that I would get lost exploring a cluster of trees. so I set my goal and started walking. 

It didn’t take long for me to reach it. The air in my lungs quickly left as I saw who was encased in it…Zuri. I ran towards her, the tree wrapped itself around her which made it difficult to pry her free. But I guess it's for the best since the tree ended up protecting her for…uhhh I don't know how long….a century? No then our buildings would have left some inkling of its existence like dust or a few small pieces of stone or cement.It's probably closer to a thousand years, maybe even a couple of thousand will all the trees and the fact that this tree grew so much.

I sat right beside Zuri, and tried to fall asleep. When the breeze hit me I instinctively hugged my legs, man what I wouldn't give to have a blanket right about now. Minutes passed as I tried to fall asleep but the stillness of the forest annoyed me, so I started singing instead. For once in my life I finally saw the moon dancing right when I fell asleep.

The next morning I felt a presence in front of me. I looked up to see a familiar pair of ruby eyes. I flashed him a smile. “Long time no see Genius”

He looked shocked as if he couldn't believe that I was here. But quickly changed to his signature smirk.

“It as been a long time doll, in fact it's been 3,718 years as of now were in May now”

“It's been over three thousand years?!” I shot up

“Yup” he turned around and beconked for me to follow “follow me doll i’ll show you where i've been staying”

We followed a nearby river downstream before turning the corner. After a little bit I saw a small house on top of a tree.

“You built a treehouse, That's so cool!” I exclaimed 

“I finished building it about a week ago, I've been busy trying to get the basic necessities that its been difficult to try to even attempt on reviving you guys”

“Well then I can handle all that stuff! I've been practically training all my life for a situation like this” I pointed my thumb at my chest, “I can hunt food and gather whatever supplies you need so you can focus on reviving Taiju and Zuri!” 

He gave me a smirk “I'm glad we’re on the same page Doll, but first you should go make your own clothes in the house, it looks like your top is about to fall off” He pointed to the bottom part of the vines that were unraveling.

Heat flushed across my face as I hugged my chest and quickly ran up the ladder while screaming at him to not look. I tried to be nonchalant about my newfound feelings but that ultimately failed as Senku tried telling me that it doesn't matter if your butts are showing or if your dick is hanging out. Each word made me want to wallow in shame and embarrassment in the corner of the house. I might have to retract my statement earlier…

“I care about this you stupid genius!” I yelled at him behind the house’s doors, “I'm a modern person, so I don't want my butt, dick, or chest showing!”

“Then what does that make me then if I don't care, am I not a modern man” he jested. I could practically hear his smirk coming from the door

“I guess so if that's the case!” My eyes spotted animal skin on a table. It was definitely deerskin enough for me to use. I quickly conjured up some design ideas so I wouldn’t waste such precious material from trial and error.

“Come outside if your done”

I didn’t answer, too caught up on designing. I ended up making a sleeveless top along with a pair of shorts in which the waist was a bit longer than usual. I made it like that on purpose. I then made a simple jacket in case I get cold. With the extra material I attached it to some rope I found to make a sash that’ll act as a belt. When I walked out feeling a lot more covered I saw Senku on the ground probably tired from what he was trying to make.

“Whatcha makin Genius” I looked down on him

“A shovel”  I looked at the supplies he had out. A broken stone, another smaller stone, stone tablet, large stick, and rope.“Hmmm it doesn’t look like thats whats happening” 

“That's cause it broke when I was trying to make it” He sat up

“Here let me try” I took the smaller stone and another stone about the same size as the broken one. I angled the bigger stone on the stone tablet and smashed it with the smaller rock.

A small piece of the larger rock popped off as I brushed it aside. I angled the rock again and hit it with the smaller stone once more. I repeated this action till I curved the stone into a U and sharpened the edges of it. I then chipped into the top part of the shovel so the rope has something more to hold onto with the stick.

“It's not the best or anything especially since its center is flat and not curved but it's better than our bare hands” I showed him my creation.

“Heh I knew you would be perfect for this situation” He gave me a smile. “Come on doll we have a big oaf to dig up”

“Ok im coming!” 

Senku led me where he was first depetrified. It looked like a crime scene with all the rocks he had placed around it. But that was not where we were digging up. It was a little bit away from that. He stopped right in front of a hand that protruded from the ground.

“Is this Taiju?”

“I'm only guessing but from where I awakened this should be it” i started digging into the ground to reveal that it was in fact Taiju. Who looked like a zombie. Senku the crochet down and started poking at him.

“So tell me, meathead, what’ll it take to get you to wake up like we did?” He had a devilish grin on his face. Wow, so heartless I thought. Thank god he didn’t find my body and did the same thing to it.

“Don't give me that look”

“What look?” 

“The one you were giving me just now, dont worry im not that heartless to do that to you” He quiet down and soon made a familiar face. One that I know he makes when he thinks about something serious. I left him to his own devices and started exploring the area myself. 

Up ahead I saw the cave I saw last night. With it bright enough I decided to venture in. It was small yet dark with bats hanging up on the ceiling. Yellowly liquid dropped from the ceiling. I recall from an article on the internet that the decomposition of bat guano can make nitric acid. Now only that but the stench of it makes me remember all the chemistry I did with Senku. I went back to him to check if my hypothesis is right, as prolonged exposure to nitric acid can leave burns and respiratory issues.

I found Senku huddled over his crime scene with two stone faces pieced together from the stone fragments. “Isn't that one mine?” I asked pointing right one

“Yeah I found it a little up ahead from mine, where did you go off to doll?”

“I think I found nitric acid from the cave up ahead”

“What?”

I led him to where I found the acid dripping. He moved closer and stuck two figures out. “Wait wont that”

But it was too late the nitric acid fell onto his hand. I gasped in disbelief. This Genius here would always lecture me about being safe when exposed to chemicals but here he is just touching nitric acid willy nilly.

He then smirked and showed me what he had done. Apparently the back of his neck was still petrified. That's where he ripped a chunk of his petrified hair to test it out. But I didn’t care about the stone that broke, I care about the redness underneath.

“You got burned genius…” i muttered 

“Yeah but we now know a key ingredient to breaking free of petrification” He smirked as he placed a bottle to catch the nitric acid. 

As we waited for the bottle to fill we decided to head back. Senku gave me the succient version of how he does things. For the rest of the day I hunted for food, laid out traps, and collected some herbs or edible berries. Senku went off to do some experiments, though he probably went back to check on the bottle.

That evening I couldn’t help but think back to the burn mark on his hand. I know damn well that genius knows the repercussions of getting hurt in this new world. Yet here he is getting hurt, he even dared to come back with even more burn marks on his hand and arms.  Though I couldn't say anything as he came back sort of disappointed.

It was like this for a couple of days. Him getting burned more as he experiments with acid, and me staying silent as he gets hurt. I guess he noticed my disdain. He is usually good at picking up things about my mood.

“What's got you so down doll?” He asked one evening

I stayed silent, not daring to make a peep. 

“Seriously, what's wrong?” He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around.I had no choice but to look him directly into his eyes with tears spilling from my own. He looked shocked.

“You don't have to hurt yourself like this you know” I grabbed his hand firmly. He tried to laugh it off but I know my grasps hurt with his burns. “I knew it” I muttered under my breath. 

I led him to my baskets of medicinal herbs I collected when I was gathering and sat him down. Thankfully it was inside the house so we didn;t get rained on when the first drops started coming. I sat him down and started bandaging him up with the knowledge I procured when I received basic first aid training. He stared at me as I finished wrapping his arms.

We sat in silence. The type of silence that I would normally hum to get rid of, but I didn’t feel like humming. I knew once I opened my mouth that I was going to burst out crying, stupid emotions.

“(y/n)...” tears started streaming down. I grabbed his right hand, the one where he first got burned, once again and held it close to my face.

“You're not the only one who has to make sacrifices genius” the hot tears burned my own skin and eyes. “I'm right here you know, i'm not just a creepy doll like you say I am” a chuckle escaped my lips. 

I looked at him. His ruby eyes not spilling any tears but there was an equivalent to that. His face scrunched up, one where he wants to show or rather say some sort of affection but also doesn't want to.

“Yeah I know…but I don't want you to hurt yourself I know you dont like pain especially since you have to deal with it twice as much” he manage to mutter

“I'd deal with the pain ten billion times as much if I could alleviate your own pain” I paused, not sure if I should include the next thing I wanted to say.

 “I can see you have a lot on your shoulder, with surviving and all and probably something crazy as rebuilding civilization. My crazy genius, let me be your crazy doll and help you” I flashed him a smile as he pulled me closer for his version of a hug.

That night the air was lighter, though it may be because of the rain slowing down. We spent a good portion of the night talking about the old world and what we did when we were petrified. I figured that Senku would call me an idiot for spending my time rewatching or rereading all the books and movies I came across. I agreed with him but that's only because I could never count the seconds of when we were petrified. I’d get bored easily and maybe fall asleep. He chuckled when I said that which in turn made me laugh. It truly felt like a sleepover we had back in the modern world.

Dear moon,

Senku is still an idiot, but he is my idiot. Though I wished you could’ve help me get rid of these feelings for him. ‘Cause now I'm thinking sappy things that he'd ten billion percent hate coming from my mouth.

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[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 75

First time Marcille saw the Touden's place, she went "Damn, bitch. You live like this?"

Also, this is the first time as far as I can recall where Marcille used her ribbons to tie the end of her braids.

Otta, Fleki, and Pattadol have never seen a demon it seems.

Mithrun's eye changed color briefly but went back to black when he started attacking.

What rules?

Is Mithrun going to get court-martialed if he kills an adventurer who is not a dungeon lord?

Love seeing Mithrun fight. Love seeing his unconventional use of teleportation magic.

Mithrun's Tall-man form was very muscular, and this fight shows how strong he actually is. Each time he pulls that cape out of the lion, he has to be able to pull whatever part of the lion is also weighing the cape down.

Oh. So Kabru wasn't able to talk last chapter. And y'know what, I can tell exactly what happened. In chapter 73, Cithis said "Silence" to him right before she hypnotized Laios and the others. She wasn't telling Kabru to back down, she was giving him a command he had to follow. Cithis may also have been responsible for Kabru's cuffs as well.

What do they expect him to do? He's handcuffed and doesn't have a weapon.

So much of this could have been avoided if the elves weren't such stuck-up supremacists. And I'm not just talking about how the Canaries immediately escalated to trying to murder Marcille.

They were hostile to the Touden party from the start and only became polite when Pattadol thought she was talking to a full-elf. The moment one of them brought up Marcille's half-elf heritage, they all started talking down at her as well.

One thing I'll point out as a token defense for the Canaries is they only became physically aggressive with Marcille when she tried to flee. And after putting up with them, Marcille may have decided she might as well become the dungeon lord since her wish would knock them down a peg.

But still, the Canaries treat everyone as ignorant children who should do as they say because they said so and don't think they should have to give a reason for why others should listen to them.

Now onto the other part about how their supremacist attitude got in the way. Recall that Kabru wanted to be a Canary but couldn't join because he's not an elf. That brief moment where he was able to give orders to the others shows he's able to keep a cool head in a dangerous situation; he'd be a competent leader. But also, he would not have let the situation ever escalate to the point that it got to.

Kui redrew several images from earlier chapters during Marcille's flashback montage. It really shows how well her artstyle had improved over the series.

Marcille's takeaway from reflecting on their journey is that this entire adventure has sucked, it's been a miserable and painful experience, and she'd be better off if she'd given up on any number of occasions.

And it was all worthwhile. What's a little more pain and suffering if it means she'll be able to spend as much time as possible with the people she loves.

She's going to live 1,000 years? Oh that makes everything even worse.

Looks like the lion is restoring everything about the dungeon as if it were new. At the very least, all the mirrors are repaired.

I think the sequence of events was Marcille was thinking she wants to restrain the Canaries and the lion basically went "I know how to do that!" and he summoned giant spiders to restrain them.

And once Marcille saw the lion's approach, it began to adjust its methods to better suit Marcille's desire even if Marcille's approach is even more terrifying than how it was going to do things.

And one of the first things the lion did after becoming Marcille's servant is act against her wishes behind her back. Marcille said she didn't want to kill anyone, but the lion's methods definitely did something to Fleki and one spider was about to kill Otta as well.

And then the lion literally covered Marcille's eyes so she wouldn't see it kill Mithrun.

The lion is not a genie forced to grant peoples' wishes. It grants wishes to feed off desires and it will defy its master's wishes if it feels like doing so.

This would probably drive anyone insane.

Of note, Thistle set up a post to spy on Senshi's encampment, but he doesn't appear to have anything spying on the orcs.

The walking mushrooms have little hearts on them.

Oh look. Mithrun's alive.

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[tainbocuailnge]

thinking about the terrible victoria arc and how it could be less terrible. taking chapter 14 as premise & reverse engineering how to better get to that emotional payoff (namely the babel squad finally getting closure for theresa's death and babel's downfall & the fate of the sarkaz being severed) without throwing the base concepts of the other chapters out completely i think for starters the entirety of chapter 9 should just be an event instead. so much of the dublinn plotline was in an event already (what the firelight casts) and ever since ch9 most of "the dublinn plotline" has just been eblana ominously hovering in the distance, its just bloating things with no meaningful contributions. that does mean taking horn and bagpipe out too, much as I like them, but I think they can shine better when they're not competing with so many other white women for empty screentime anyway.

then you want the victoria arc proper to have you meet the self salvation corps asap after sneaking into the city and the core tension is going to be between siege and her gang as face of the nobility even if they individually might not agree with that label, the self salvation corps as representative of the common people of londinium who may hate the nobles but still have their own unsustainable british nationalism to work through, and rhodes island as altruistic outsiders whose reasons for getting involved don't actually have to do with victoria itself. clovisia was obviously supposed to be an amiya expy before she got forgotten almost immediately after her debut, but keeping the focus on these three groups would ideally also get some use out of that.

I said in a post i made after i read ch11 that it really isn't hard to see what siege's gang and the steam knight are supposed to represent, the symbol of victoria's honor and glory was betrayed by the greed of its nobles and its rightful heir is running a street gang, if you want to save victoria you have to decide what kind of "victoria" is worth saving to you. so in the victoria arc that doesn't suck these three parties are gonna have to actually talk about and contend with their inevitably clashing images and visions of victoria, and steam knight is gonna have to be a mandatory boss.

I also feel like manfred was fought too early for how much backstory weight he has to the babel gang and how long he sticks around after that. as if in ch10 they straight up didn't know yet that victoria arc was gonna end in being about babel, which might genuinely have been the case. so in the better victoria arc im making up in my head his bossfight is gonna get pushed back a few chapters.

like i'm thinking first victoria chapter you fight steam knight, it starts with meeting the self salvation corps and has you quickly throw everything on that gamble of getting siege the sword because both the glasgow gang and the corps buy enough into the idea of a past glorious victoria that can be brought back to try that only to have to face the decrepit husk of that glorious past in order to get it. siege can be passive in this one still, because her doing basically nothing is going to last only one chapter here instead of two and a half and it's going to serve a point.

so now you have the sword but both the gang and the corps are quite shaken about how they obtained it, and in the second chapter tensions between the three factions begin to rise when the obvious ideological disagreements about where to go next become impossible to postpone. you fight damazti here because the cluster is gonna be an awesome plot device for pushing mutual distrust and paranoia. honestly I don't even remember what the deal with damazti cluster was or what it was supposed to contribute so in the better victoria arc they do something about that too probably. and siege is forced to form actual opinions and say them out loud, and they're going to differ from what the rest of the glasgow gang is saying.

then by the third chapter you're able to sort out that internal conflict enough to finally muster the forces to fight manfred, this is probably where you get siege actually forming the exemplars and stuff, showing leadership and ideals and all that. i think allerdale can eat shit and so can the npc members of siege's gang so I'm cutting them out, we're putting all the focus on forcing these royal fake street punks from siege's posse and plain londinium factory workers from the self salvation corps to find common ideological ground. i like delphine though delphine can stay. there was a scene in one of these chapters with siege and amiya talking about their responsibility as figureheads that i liked (because it almost did something with siege) that i think would fit here, and it's an obvious chance to do something with clovisia too. like this is a good point to talk about more abstract ideas of leadership and turning people into figureheads and the way people will turn to a single person to save them, to start making it a bit more about theresa too. so here you get rhodes trying not to drag their feet because it's the part where it starts actually getting personal for them, materially because several members have a history with manfred but conceptually because there's an incoming shift of focus

defeating manfred marks rhodes island having to admit that they're very much in it for theresa and the sarkaz and their own personal history rather than just altruism towards "victoria", vague as that concept has become these past few chapters, so you get a somewhat more natural shift into the sanguinarch and the feranmut skeleton and finally theresa because we can sensibly compare the ideal and reality of the glorious war-torn homeland between victoria and kazdel, and the more abstract throughline of where the border between honoring the past and being dragged down by it lies. logistically the manfred fight would probably be in order to get out of the city and investigate the vampire shit so he'd serve as a kind of border between this being about victoria/londinium and this being about something beyond that in that way too.

and ch13 and 14 is when things finally started picking up so I don't think they actually need all that much tweaking beyond making it consistent with the things changed in the stuff before it. and probably cutting out some more characters. because the worst part really is that the focus was just all over the fucking place so just keeping the cast more manageable would do a lot. i think that teacher woman was interesting enough to be allowed to stay and that guy who killed himself in front of the sanguinarch was fun he can stay too. but i feel like the nightingale plotline might have to go.

[rindragon-from-twewy]

Forte swap au character intros part 2!!!

I love these so much genuinely I'm just so happy with where my art style's been at recently!

Ok I have a lot to say so it's under the cut. Remember; Spoilers for the og story!

I'll go from right to left since that's the order I designed them in (buckle in, this is a long one-)

Fubuki now has Spectral Projection. I liked the idea of giving it to her as she and Vivia are basically polar opposites so giving her his forte would really shake things up. Instead of calling her "Princess" and stuff, I think people would rather call her "Sleeping Beauty" and the themes of that fairy tale would end up seeping in to chapter 4, as well as its mystery labyrinth. Her hair flower is now a rose as a further reference to that. I used nightwear as references for her clothes, imagining them mostly being made out of more silky fabrics for that "rich girl" aura. I kept her hair down and messy and really just focused on making her look comfy. After all, if she's sleeping all the time, she should be in the appropriate attire for doing so, no? But thankfully The Chief gave her some wellie boots so she's not running around the city in soggy slippers. Her tattoos are now a string of stars on her collar bones to further emphasise the idea of dreams/sleep and also the "Z" in her name stands for "Zzz" because I thought they'd be funny. The last name "Bramble" is not only another reference to roses and sleeping beauty but also to Bram Stoker, the author of Dracula because yes, the vampire themes have been ripped away from Vivia and given to Fubuki instead!

Moving on to Halara- I knew right away that by giving them Time Leap, I should make them look more like a time traveller. Initially I wanted to try to make them look like they'd fit in well with the line up for the various Doctors in Doctor Who but unfortunately I couldn't figure out a way to do that without just... putting them in one of the outfits. So I instead decided to use steampunk as a main reference. I like to think that they stare at their pocket watch just to ignore people or as a passive aggressive way of telling them that they're wasting time. Their shoulder tattoo is meant to vaguely resemble an hour glass since that seemed appropriate. I had no idea what I wanted to do for their shirt under their coat so I settled on that black turtleneck tank top that makes the fangirls go crazy and made sure to give them Fubuki's necklace so that they can use their forte! The hardest part was deciding to give Halara goggles instead of glasses. They just seemed wrong without their glasses but it was just as wrong to have glasses and goggles? And so I settled on no glasses. (Mostly cuz I forgot to add them in and by then, I was used to looking at their empty face lol-) When they first arrived in Kanai Ward, Chief gave them the frilliest umbrella at the store because it had the same colours as their coat. Lastly, for their name chance, I changed it to "Clocksmith". It's the name of the profession for a watch mender, similar to Clockford and also "Smith" is the last name The Doctor uses when he needs to use a fake human name.

I'll be deadass, I did Vivia's design at like 3am and was running purely on vibes. So there isn't much perpousful intention behind him like the others. His hair now covers his left eye to make using Post Cognition much easier (sometimes it just activates on its own thanks to his eye already being obscured) but just underneath it you can see his tattoo; a big purple tear streak. I think I was watching a fnaf video at the time so. Marionette reference. Now you may be asking: Why is his hoodie so cropped? Why are his trousers so low cut? Idk- because I think it looks cool? I probably should've (and will in future) give him more bandages around his torso cuz looking at it now, that's not really that many. His big sleeves cover his hands and yes, I know that combining those sleeves with that stances just screams "Hatsune miku", that was completely accidental but I'm kinda here for it??? Gave him like 9 belts cuz I like drawing belts and I feel like his suicial ass would've been put in a real straight jacket at least once. People probably aren't sure if he's a real human entity anymore so Shinigami would probably call him a zombie. But nevertheless, The Chief makes sure he eats something at least once a day cuz his rib cage is definitely visible. For his last name, I changed Twilight to Midnight because it's got the "night" from Halara's "Nightmare" while still being a time of day.

And that's about it. Wow that's... a lot. Honestly if I didn't aspire to be a show runner, I'd probably settle for being a character designer. I'm super excited to show off what I've got in store of this AU's storyline but I've still gotta introduce a couple other characters first! ^vO

[auraisereigh]

Wip Ask Game

hi, i'm alive.

drafted on 02/06/25, not sure when i'll post it yet.

I was tagged by @garricks4thwingqueen Thank you for tagging me! it means the world, even if i can't always answer. <3

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or as many people as you want)

I've updated this over a few days so I started adding random ideas (I haven't even started) if anyone is interested.

Star:

i'm currently writing part two of her story, when i find the creativity or energy. so that's basically about a good 20 -30 chapters but i did finish three already. (flashback chapter, one to kick off the new part, sparring chapter.)

a timeline for her entire story (is that a wip?)

a list with all her powers and abilities.

another flashback chapter in how star got a certain scar. 🥀

(added 05/06/25) i just found a flasback chapter in fen's POV.

Brennan: (my sweetest boy, who would go down on his pretty knees for his girl.) 💐

a fluff one where he takes care of the reader when she's exhausted with a headache. him being a sweet boy and basically melts for her because she's in pain. 🥺

a sleep paralysis one (that's my own experience so i hope it helps me place... whatever that was.)

I, very maybe, wanna write one about my own chronic pain. But does anyone want to read that?

Xaden: (prime shadow baby...)

a pregnancy request (i haven't started. i've never written pregnancy before so im taking my time to figure it out. But it's not forgotten! 🫣)

a random one of conscription day; but i'm deciding whether or not it's gonna be a series or not...

Enemies to lovers (reverse au, yw.)

Maybe I should write one about him being a pure shadow baby...? 🖤

random:

a one shot request about reunification day i'm currently working on. i'm hoping that it will be done by the end of next week.

i'm debating writing for Jacks from ouabh so that's techically a wip but i'm still trying to find ideas. or Liam, he's so sweet to write about.

all my arcive sheets but that's such a long list i'm not gonna bother you but most of them are either places or other subjects that seem important that didn't fit in the dragon guide. suggestions are welcome as it's nice to switch up between subjects.

oh, oh, also, i may have started this "own" story, completely unrelated to any book. just my pure imagination and my own storyline but i'm still figuring that out and i'm not sure anyone wants to read it so.

ask away with any question, lovies. my inbox or messages are always open.

that's it for now. i'm just really exhausted right now...i'm sorry.

<3

aura.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Nine: Leaky Faucet

It had been two weeks since her first date with Jayson. She had been doing some traveling for work but now she wasback in her city it felt great. Talking to Jayson was apart of her daily Routine she woke up to his good Morning messages she went to sleep with him on the phone she watched his games every time she could she was hooked. She had forgot what it felt like to be in a relationship texting the person whenever you wanted and not being scared of developing feelings she loved it.

When she got home from work she noticed a large Bouquet of Flowers on her front porch she smiled Jayson was so sweet she unlocked her door bringing them in. She shut her door locking it and taking her shoes off going straight to her kitchen looking for the card and her face dropped it wasn't from Jayson at all .... It was Melo🙄.

Hope you haven't forgot about me yet. But We both know you can't 💕 4L

She rolled her eyes he had texted a few times when the pictures came out of her and Jayson all over Boston he wasn't happy at all for three days straight all he saw was her and Jayson on his Twitter feed. But he was getting a taste of his own Medicine for months she watched him and his girlfriend all over social media. Him liking all her pictures and commenting sweet things while she knew the truth but the moment she steps out he's mad.

But no now she was fed up she decides to FaceTime him but she hears the phone ringing at her door she gets scared but goes to her front door looking out the peep hole and there is Melo with a big smile on his face. "I hear you breathing heavy with your short ass" it's cause she was scared he's clearly crazy.

"go away pleaseeee" "you were calling me for a reason" "to tell you to leave me Tf alone Fr Melo " "I drove a while just let me in at least let me see you...."

She thought for a sec and then let him in. At the end of the day she know he won't hurt her physically he's just being annoying asf. He tries to go in for a hug but she moves. "You got some fuckin Audacity to show up here.... Like?" "I just wanted to see if you miss me?" "I think your girl does you should go see her" "why you gotta do that?" "Because why are you here? I'm trying to move on it's selfish of you to even be here right now" "ima selfish Nigga" He laughed "well stop!" "YN just answer the question do you miss me?" "I'm happy did you know that? He makes me really happy he cares about me he makes time for me" "oh so I didn't make time for you? I'm making time right now cause you important to me" she sighed

"what's your point...." "Well if you talking to somebody and I'm in a relationship ... We can still do what we do best but without all the bullshit that you made up cause .... You got somebody to worry about your feelings.... so Let me worry about your body" he brings her body close to him and she gets weak in the knees and just as he's about to kiss her .... Her phone rings saved by the bell.

She jogs back to the kitchen answering Jayson as Melo follows behind her rolling his eyes. "Hey baby you got home fast today" He says smiling in the camera making her naturally smile but she was nervous Melo was unhinged he could say anything and basically ruin this she didn't like feeling guilty. "Yeah I left the office a little early cause you know I'm going out tonight" "yeah I remember cause you gon miss my game" "maybe not we might go to a bar I'll see if they'll put it on" "they Better if not give me a call" Melo rolled his eyes smirking "bae stop 😂😂😂" "okay okay  ima let you go so you can get ready .... Don't drive if you drink" "of course not I'll Uber everywhere😘 mwah" "oooou I miss them lips ...." "I miss your lips more" he bits his lip " I doubt it Bae but text me when you get in or call and I'll do the same" "okay Jay" "alright I'll talk to you later bae....bye" "byeeee" he hangs up she fully exhales

"Well that seemed forced" Melo says with laughter in his voice she rolls her eyes "it's never forced with him though and most importantly I don't have to hide" "you let him hit yet?" "that's not your damn business" "I can't lie when I saw those pictures of you bowling in that tight ass pink dress I almost lost my mind he was right behind that ass ..... remember I had you bent over the night before that? Deep in that pussy moaning my name you couldn't help yourself then the next day somebody else on that ass how I'm supposed to feel?"

She sighed just his words made her feel him once again but she wasn't a cheater. And she hated that he had this little power over her maybe when her and Jayson do have sex it'll be gone."What I do is no longer your business you cannot be sending me gifts you can't be texting and you definitely can't come to my house anymore I mean that Lamelo I need you to understand how very serious I am I like him a lot I can potentially love him so please leave me alone maybe in the long run we can be friends but for right now let me live my life"

He walked over to her kissing the top of her head innocently as she looked up at him he took the card out of the flowers and backed up. "So you don't wanna fuck me no more?" He said half way joking but also being serious She bit her lip

"no" she says softly he smacked his lips "see.... You don't even mean that shit" "I'm not a cheater Lamelo" "how it's cheating y'all not in a real relationship yet you being loyal to niggas when y'all just talking?" "we are though we made it official the first date you don't know nothing about that though you couldn't commit if it was gun to your head" "if you think he being loyal you out of your mind no nigga just jumps into a relationship like that something wrong with him you special but he still a nigga" "well I'll cross that bridge when I get to it" "okay but if you cheat back cheat with me" "Lamelo!"

"Okay okay that was a joke my bad .... Ima head out ima lose your number and leave you Tf alone but when it don't work out with him and you hit me back up you gon have to make it all the way up to me .... I'm talking rounds" she rolled her eyes "bye the cockiness coming out of your body is not charming right now try to be happy for me" "so what you gon do when he can't fuck you like I fuck you? You think anybody knows your body like I do? I be in that shit ...... you think he can do that to you?"

That's definitely something she had thought about even on Melos off nights the sex was good.But her and Jayson hadn't had sex yet she was taking it slow. "I do think he can yeah" "you know you lying .... You think you getting three nuts with him?" "It's easy to make me cum" he rolled his eyes again

"shut up it's easy for me to make you cum not nobody else not even yourself" He was telling the truth but the only reason it took her a while was because she would start thinking about other shit or she would just get tired "well he'll figure it out cause he gives enough fucks to figure it out but as of right now it's still not your business cause even if he can't make me cum it's not your job anymore it never should've been your job so go back to your girl I have shit to do" "alright alright you getting mad so  .... I'm gone.... enjoy my flowers and I'll still send you stuff cause you deserve shit and if at any point I wanna text you I'll just dm you ... ight?" "As if you're gonna listen to me you do what you wanna do but don't expect shit from me" "ight then" he licks his lips leaving her kitchen heading straight to her front door and walking right out.

The pictures of her and Jayson were over ever blog by the time they even had a second date they were calling her the mystery girl. They saw everything from the hand holding to the kisses on the back of the golf cart they had every picture of them at dinner that night and at the bowling alley she had never scrolled so many times and saw herself it was wild and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not people still didn't really know who she was and she liked that. She's a normal girl who's dating a NBA player .... That's it.

Yo you good you seemed a little out of it on the phone... I know you didn't say anything but if I'm hitting you up to much let me know..... I wanna ease you into everything so if I'm doing too much or not enough let me know

Seeeee Jayson is perfect like he's about to go play his heart out but he took the time to text her cause he was worried. And he already knows her so well and is willing to work with her to help her unlearn some unhealthy behaviors she has in relationships.... He was Guiding her through it all she loves it here

I am so sorry it's just a lot going on here but when I can I'll explain it to you in person so I can be 100% honest but you talk to me the right amount I Love the messages and phone calls ... please don't stop

😂😂 okay okay you had me worried

Nahhh don't worry 😘 enjoy your game baby

I will every free throw that goes in is for you so make sure you send me pictures of what you wearing tonight🤤🤤

Well I know y'all about to win so it'll be a lot and You using that emoji like you know ima look good

I do know you're gonna look .... When do you not look good?

When I first wake up

I bet that's a lie I guess I'll see that soon though

Mmmm will you?

Yeah.... I'm almost certain that I will

We shall see Bae ....

Shall? Really YN

Yeah I'm fancy tonight

😂😂 I gotta go Fr bae be good and have fun

Alright bae ttyl

He loved the message

She had all intentions on telling him about Melo because now he was involved in it and she doesn't ever want him in a situation not knowing something from her past cause she doesn't wanna seem sneaky and one things for sure if you hide something like that from a partner it'll come to light

*three months later*

Melo and his girl had broken up. Messages were leaked where he was talking to other girls. What does this have to do with YN? Her messages were leaked too thankfully it wasn't any nasty things but it left a lot of people wondering why Jayson Tatum's girlfriend was texting Lamelo Ball five months ago. How did they know each other?

Thankfully the season was over so they had been spending more time with eachother. It was his week to come to her city and spend time with her. When the news broke they were just chillin on the couch her head in his lap as he played in her hair he was watching a game and she was on her phone. Doing their own thing together had been their way to relax. As she scrolled Aimlessly through Instagram she saw the blogs reporting on Melo and then she saw her contact name with her picture.... What type of Cheater puts a picture of the girl too. She didn't like him for being thorough but especially not now she gasp loudly

"oh my gosh bae" "what's up" she sat up slowly. "Ummm Melos text messages leaked...." "And?" "And some of our threads leaked too and he had my picture saved on my contact so people know it's me it's from five months ago" he rolled his eyes he remained quiet which scared her more. He was getting annoyed with the same conversation Melo was constantly coming up he was over it "Please say something" She says softly she could feel his energy but she didn't judge him for it. She completely understands it.

"you gon tell me how serious it was now? Because you didn't go in enough detail which was fine then but now people about to be a dog with a bone and I don't need nobody coming to me telling me shit about you that I don't know so tell me everything right now" "he's the guy I was talking about the first night we met—" He cut her off cause he could tell she was about to drag this on and he was running out of patience "duh you told me that tell me something else some shit I need to know is your pussy in his phone? Where you talking about sexual shit with him? Did you ever say I love you?"

Jayson snuck that last part in he had slip up during sex and said he loved her she didn't think anything of it because it was during sex but when he brought it up later she knew he was serious and she had hurt him. She ended up saying it a few weeks later when she was sure she meant it but it still hurt him not that he would ever say that out loud.

"I didn't send any pictures or videos .... Um and it shouldn't be any overly sexual stuff in there we would mostly talk in person our texts were just like plans" "what else I ask?" She sighed " no I didn't tell him I love him cause I didn't and I don't but I love  the way you treat me and talk to me and work with me I love your hands and your smile .... I love you Jayson" she kissed his cheek softly "I'm being too hard on you for having a past  ... and I'm sorry" "I feel like I keep hurting you cause I'm so damn damaged"

"nah you not hurting me I said we doing this together.....anything else I need to know?" She shook her head no "you sure?" "Well idk if this is important but remember I told you he came over here unexpectedly that one time?"

"Yeah" Jayson sits up listening intently "he basically was saying that you jumped into a relationship with me too fast and you're probably cheating .... And I think him saying that did effect me a little bit cause you're just too good to be true" "YN you acting like I haven't fucked up... we've argued I've said some hurtful shit I'm not perfect but I'm not cheating if I was gon cheat I would've just been single but I know this is where I'm supposed to be....

So don't let that shit effect you" she smiled

"I love you baby" she says softly he leans in to kiss her lips passionately "I love you too" he said quickly and then continued to kiss her she straddled his lap and his hands rest firmly on her ass. She moans when he squeezes it tightly. He pulls away slowly. "I love you .... A lot" her heart dropped she felt like he was about to say something crazy "I love you too" "but... I gotta be honest with you now that he single im a little worried about .... Us" "you don't have to be"

"but I am though and I hate to seem insecure and I get you was still trying to be cool with him but I don't even want him talking to you Fr but he don't owe me shit im asking you not to talk to him if you feel forced keep it short.... Can you do that for me?" "I wanna say yes...but if his life is in pieces right now me completely ghosting him will only make it worse" "what about my feelings though? I've been playing tug of war with him for you since I met you and he doesn't even have to pull that hard" she kissed his forehead and then his cheek.

"You're right and I'm sorry i won't talk to him and if he messages me then I'll let you know right away because at the end of the day my loyalty is to you I can't put his feelings over yours" he smiled  "thank you baby" he pulls her in giving her a big hug. He started to kiss on her neck making her moan squeezing her butt again then she heard her doorbell causing both of them to glance at the door.

"You was expecting somebody?" He asked "noo so leave them out there I want you right now" he smiled kissing her again as it got heated. The person knocked on the door "yo YN answer the door we need to talk" and just like that his mood was ruined. He pushed her off of him. "Go to your room" Jayson said aggressively "you're not talking to Deuce and this is my house" "YN I'm asking you please just go" she stood up

"what are you gonna do?" "Tell him to leave you alone .... I'll be nice just go" she rolled her eyes but listened she was interested in what was gonna happen. YN pulled up her app to look at her front porch so she could see Melo. Jayson went to the door opening it

"yo she's sleep" Melos face dropped when he saw Jayson it was like he had seen a ghost.

"Well can you wake her up it's important" "nah man she's tired we been busy but you can tell me whatever you need to tell her though" "why you saying that? cause you know everything?" "Yeah I know it all so what is it" "Some of our messages leaked my girl did it I just wanted her to know it wasn't me and I'm trying to fix it" "alright I'll let her know.... You drove all the way over here to say that?" Melo smirked

"I think we both know that isn't all I wanted to say" "that's my girl now and I'm trying to be nice to you cause I told her I wouldn't hold nothing against you but you can't be poping up to her house no more like this your place it's rude she not gon fold so just hang it up" "you sure she not gon fold? It had to be a reason you didn't let her come to the door" "I don't tell her what to do we have conversations cause I care about her something you don't know about but I'm not about to go back and forth with you my guy she don't want you no more she's good we good" Melo laughed "alright man whatever you need to believe I'm gone..... tell her what I said man" Melo says walking away Jayson shut the door causing YN to come back into the living room.

"I'm gon ask you once and I'm going to believe you so tell me the truth" His voice was very deep and direct "okay" "have you fucked him since we been together? Did you fuck him when he pop up when we had first got together? And do you love him now?" "No no and no I wish it was something I can do or say to ease your Mind" "it's just weird how confident he is that you'll be back that bothers me" "you still want the truth?" "Yes I can handle it" "it's probably the sex .... I'm sure he feels like nobody can ever top him to me so he thinks I'll be back" "and will you?"

"I need more than sex to keep me around I need love and consistency care you do all that and you fuck me what I need any other man for I don't want nobody but you and I mean that" "I can't believe I'm even about to ask this right now but do I please you?" "Bae really?" "Yes I'm really asking when we fuck do you really enjoy it cause if not let's figure it out" "everytime we have sex I enjoy myself I don't have to fake anything with you it be real" "you sure?" "I mean I can show you....." she smirked he smiled walking over to her picking her up. "Yeah show me.... We not talking about that nigga no more" he kissed her taking her to her bedroom "mmmm good"

When they got to the room they stripped eachother quickly and then she got on her knees. He watched her she felt like he was staring through her it was so intense she slowly started to get his dick wet while stroking him she kissed the tip he licked his lips.

She enjoyed sucking his dick because she knew it was completely hers. She could get as nasty as she wanted because he was all hers no sharing no wondering if somebody else was just on it She gagged when his tip hit the back of her throat so she slowly pulled away licking her lips. "Do that shit again" he groaned "do what?" He smiled slightly "choke on it... choke on me again" she didn't speak she just did what he asked her to do slowly placing him in her mouth she allowed him to gag her repeatedly as he groaned she slowly pulled away while stroking him and sucking the tip.

"Fuckkkk" he groaned she loved the way he sounded he was always so mesmerized with whatever she was doing. Almost like he was appreciative and felt like she could be anywhere else but she was here pleasing him. She slapped herself in the face with it. "Damn that's how you feeling tonight?" He groaned she moaned taking him back in her mouth sucking him slowly keeping eye contact with him. "Fuck your mouth feel so good baby .... Just like that"

he loved when she moaned while sucking dick it made him feel like she was really enjoying it and she was. The level of wetness dripping from between her thighs should be a crime right now. He didn't wanna cum too early so it was time for her to stop he was rock hard now"Alright baby show me something else"

he gently pulled her head away and helped her stand up and then he got rough which completely shocked her he flipped her around making her face the wall as she braced herself he wet two fingers and reached in front of her inserting the two fingers inside of her and then started rubbing her clit she was already so wet he didn't know what to do his other hand was wrapped around her throat giving it a slight squeeze everytime she moaned. "It feelsssss so good" "shhh I just wanna hear your pussy"

she gasp and then bit her lip whatever he said she wanted to do her main goal was to please him coming in close second her other goal was to please herself. Her hips started to grind against his hand he placed his thumb in her mouth. She sucks softly as she feels herself getting closer. He listened to the smacking noise her other lips made. "You this wet for me? It's all for me?" "Alll for youuuu" "mmmm it better be" she gasp and grabbed his arm as she almost released. "Can I cum please?" She looked up into his eyes as he smiled at her. "Let me think a lil bit" "ughhhh" "I'm thinking shhhh" he liked to play with her because she always claims she like being teased and she really did it made everything that much more intense for her. "Ple—- plea—-ohhh" she couldn't even finish saying please that's how close she was.

"You wanna cum for daddy?" She nodded her head "and when you cum for daddy then what?" "Ohhhh mmmm I don't ...." "Hmmm you don't what?" Her legs started shaking heavily he smiled he had never got her this close before without letting her go he was kinda interested to see if she would blow. "Pleaseeeeeeee!!!! Pleaseeeeee mmmmm pleaseeee daddy pleaseeeee" "answer my question first" "whatever you want but please I'm so closeeee" her words fumbled out of her mouth he barley could make any sense of it

"go ahead baby cum for me cum for daddy" "thank you daddy" he felt his hand become even more wet as she released while sucking his thumb. "That's my good girl cum for daddy" "ughhhhh" that alone made her wanna do it again. When he felt like she was done he turned her around kissing her he moves her to the bed throwing her down. He leans over spreading her legs and then kissed her clit. "Tell me somethin babe?" "Hmm?" "Can I eat your pussy?" She shivered when the words came out of his mouth it sounded like a song to her she tried to gather herself to speak but couldn't which made him speak up again "please?"

He smiled kissing the inside of her thigh skipping over his main course going to the other thigh. She thrusted her hips up to meet his lips. "Jaysonn...." she whined "Hmmm I'm just trying to please my baby girl and she likes to be teased so tell me what I'm doing wrong?" He says as fingers slide inside of her again. "....nothing nothing at all" "so can I?" "Yesss I want you to"

He kissed her clit again licking up and down and she shivered. "I love you baby" she said softly. His fingers started to flick up inside of her roughly sucking her clit. She loved getting head from Jayson cause she could tell he cared he took his time and listened to her body she didn't have to communicate because he read her mind she loved it they were completely in sync.

He moaned as his tongue curled and licked all over her. "Ooooou baby right there" she was close and they both could feel it He forced one of her legs down because she started to suffocate him. Her back arched he pulled away making her whine missing him already.  "No more teasing please .... I just want all of you" he smiled "so tell me what that means exactly" "I want you inside me Jayson" he kissed up her body engaging her in a long passionate tongue kiss. As she moaned completely read for him he finally slides inside of her they both gasp.

Yes he knew how wet she was but it felt different with his dick and he filled her up so snuggly it was so good to both of them.

"I love you too btw.... I didn't say back earlier but I do" he said while looking deeply in her eyes as he went stroked slowly inside of her. "I know" she grabbed his head kissing him. "I'm sorry for the stupid questions earlier .... I gotta just trust you" she gathered all her strength so she could talk to him clearly "it's not stupid they're real questions I get it's hard to trust people in your like of work you've seen everything" "you right but you different" "very" she smiled kissing him as his rhythm started to increase. "You feel so good" he groaned into her ear while pinning her arms down above her head she was speechless. "Say something baby....." He loved to make her talk when he knew she couldn't

"I—-" "you what?" "Can't..... you're so deep ughhhh" her legs started shaking he smirked he had already had her so close when he was eating her it's a surprise that she didn't cum as soon as he pushed inside of her. He watched her face as she licked and bit her lips to keep her cool but the noises always escaped from her mouth. She intertwines their fingers as her back arched. "I wanna cum with you can you wait for me?" She nodded her head "yessss"  him cumming was very important to her he always went out of his way to give her at least two orgasms so she liked to make sure that he got one. As time went on his hips got sluggish. "Baby .... I can't ... pleaseee" he had finally pushed her to the point where she wasn't sure if she could wait for him. "Baby I'm almost there just look at me and wait" "mmmmmm babbyyyy" "ugh fuck what's my name" "daddyyyy" "good girl cum for daddy cum with daddy" "ughhhhhhh" he sucked on her neck as the released together. He continued stroking until it was nothing left inside of him and then he fell on top of her as they struggled to catch their breath. She held on to him playing in his curls. "You know me .... So well my body you just know me" she said softly she felt him smile.

These days she wasn't worried about it Jayson could compete with Melo in the bedroom because he definitely did he listened to her when she spoke about what she liked and disliked and he like to watch her really enjoy herself he wouldn't be able to enjoy sex if she wasn't getting pleased it if she wasn't into it. She was happy to call him her man.

Sooooo how y'all liking the book so far?

[laroinda]

i just caught up to wind breaker manga (the satoru nii one) and i desperately need to rant abt it

let's start from the fact that i'm not a fan of this genre of manga. the only other delinquent series i've actually read was t*kyo r*vengers but we shall not speak about this one and it certainly didn't leave a good impression of this type of manga on me. so imagine my surprise when i tuned in to the first episode of wind breaker and i found myself tearing up by the end of it, let's just say that it was quite unexpected.

the thing that surprised me the most about this series is the heart that it has. yes it's cheesy, yes it's cringe at times, yes the premise of the town and the school is so silly it might just fall apart if you start looking at it too closely. but the series manages to build the sense of community within this place so fast and so well that i never actually found myself questioning any of that.

another thing that was a really nice surprise was how kind the series is, both with its characters and with the themes it builds itself on. the main one of course being opening yourself up and learning how to trust others. every time we see a character struggle with that it tugs at my heartstrings so much i end up barely able to read the chapter cause my eyes water immediately, especially when it's about sakura himself.

sakura, oh my dear sakura. i could sing him praises for hours i fear so i'll try to keep it short. he's just incredible. he's truly the heart of the story in every sense of the word. he's so kind! he's such a good person, even if he doesn't believe it or doesn't know how to properly express his care for others! he's so lovable from the start, even before you see him grow into the person he is at the current stage of the manga. and he keeps growing and changing and becoming the person he probably never thought he could ever become before he came to furin. and it's all because of the people around him that accept him and let him grow at his pace, even if he makes mistakes or doesn't do things exactly right immediately.

i love the slightly more recent imagery of comparing him to a plant that started to grow since he joined furin. it started in the stretch between the keel arc and the red lights district arc when he decided that furin is the place that he belongs in and we saw a little sprout, but i feel like it's gonna come to full fruition in this arc. it's pretty clear to me considering that endo literally compares him to a flower and his whole thing is to try and set sakura on fire (metaphorically of course... i hope). it's probably gonna be contrasted to umemiya who's literally a gardener and under whose care and leadership, directly or not, sakura was finally able to grow because he was nurtured by those around him. in this case the main person who allowed that to happen would be umemiya as he's the one who made furin into what it is now. also, i've seen quite a lot of people be worried (?) about sakura potentially going with endo to protect furin but idk man i don't think that would happen. the angst potential is incredible but he was literally calling out that girl in the red lights arc (i'm sorry i forgot her name, it slipped my mind cause i've read like 90% of this manga in two days) for... basically doing just that. giving herself up so that others could be safe without thinking about their feelings. i feel like he's probably gonna take that lesson and apply it here.

speaking of which, i love this whole theme of passing down knowledge and advice on how to handle things that are new to you. first it's kotoha telling sakura that he needs allies to be at the top of furin, that he should start facing people that want to be there for him and even the small things like telling him to just say "leave it to me" when someone asks for help. and then, in the keel arc, he uses the same advice he was given before and gives it to someone else who's also struggling with quite similiar things to him. then there's him learning how to rely on other boys in his class and going to kaji for advice, who's very clearly meant to be kind of a parallel to sakura. kaji's went to somewhat similiar things, he's just further down the path of figuring out who he is, what he can and can't do that sakura is (or at least that was the case when they talked). so he gives sakura advice, one that was given to him before by hiragi when he was struggling as a newly made grade captain who felt like he was wholly undeserving of the trust that people placed in him and felt like he's gonna dissapoint them. he knows exactly what sakura is struggling with so he can help him the way he was helped before, the same way that sakura helped nagato before.

i have a lot more thoughts about this series but they are not sorted out in my brain in any way yet so i'm not gonna say anything more cause this on its own is messy as hell

[boiled-sugar-to-syrup]

Yo

Trying my hand at fanfic writing.

This is a Regretevator fanfic hehe. I love Lampert.

This will be split into 2 parts.

Can't be too good.

--------------------------Chapter 1------------------------

Why won't it's be in the freaking center 💔

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You didn't want to be here.

You really didn't.

Nor should you even be able to exist here. In this unusually polluted city that is nowhere near the clean places you used to live in. It would basically kill you to inhale once.

How did you get here..? Why are you here? You know exactly why... But, you wish you didn't know what you did to end up in this hell.

This horrid place with a regrettable elevator, (horrible joke I'm so sorry) Regretevator. You hope whoever made this elevator is suffering somewhere worse, because you've heard about this place, and barely, but still quite a bit, comments on it are positive. Including those people- players, you correct your thoughts, that comment on their "favorite characters".

They're called players because they can't be counted as the people that live here. You've heard that they come and go wherever they want once tired of the place, but not somewhere the Regretevator does, oh no, to basically a new plain of existence. They can die and come back as many times as they want, and act as if life is a game itself, which sounds like a pain in the ass.

And the reason you're so mad even though you haven't even touched the elevator is because you will need it to get in and out of the building, because there are way too many steps. But whoever made this elevator obviously hates people to not let it function like a normal elevator.

Well, you had no right to complain right now. You'd only now just been ripped away from your old home, forced to scurry here from your sweet, quiet life in your rural town. Back there, the houses were somehow cheap enough for your life savings to afford it after four years of paying for college. It may have been cheap, but it was much better than where your parents lived. Bigger, customizable, and comfy, like a cottage in the woods, except with neighbors, neighbors that were friendlier than that big dog named Bruce your old friend had.

Anyways, by "ripped away", you mean the big bad businessmen tore down the town, after years, years, of it being left at peace outside the large city. Just for more buildings to pollute the one part of the place that could still see the stars. Just for more buildings to scar the view and make it an ugly blotch of what it once was.

After that you had to move into the actual city. Well, a different city because you wouldn't dare go live in the city that took apart the lovely place you once lived in. So, you ended up here. In this apartment complex with the famous Regretevator that will take you anywhere except your apartment floor or to ground level until you've visited places that are basically pocket dimensions that some people live in (It was the cheapest apartment you could find bro trust). Sometimes even some of the apartments in the actual apartment building have people able to directly enter them through the Regretevator. You hope yours isn't one of them...

...

All this time you're thinking on the couch while you should be unpacking. Ugh.

You get up and stretch, getting quite a few nasty but satisfying cracks out of your limbs, now beginning to bend down over one of the boxes to open it. You look inside after you managed to peel the tape off with your (short or long) nails, and it was just a few mugs and plates. Lovely matching sets of mugs and plates.

You know what? Let's deal with unpacking tomorrow. You want something refreshing to look at, something that isn't just this stupid city outside of the windows. You decided to board the elevator. What's the worst it could do?...

[starwarsmum]

Chapter 10 of Introducing: Mousinette 🥰 The BatFamily Loses their Minds

Marinette squealed when they were interrupted, the hands that had previously been fisting in Damian’s hair going still. She could feel a blush working its way over her face and Damian seemed to have gone completely still, as if whoever it was had movement based vision.

A silence spread back through the room, albeit a very different and more awkward one. Damian swore in another language and Marinette had to force down the giggles that threatened to bubble over. She tilted her head towards the door and the giggles became a mortified groan. 

“Uh, I, that is- I'm sorry,” Tim said, sounding like he wasn't sure if he should laugh or cringe. “But seriously, you're in a gym, there are better places to get…intimate.”

“Drake,” came Damian's voice, his tone low and angry. Marinette couldn't suppress a shiver of delight going through her as it rumbled against her chest. “If you do not want me to stab you, I suggest you step outside for a moment, and do not even think about texting anyone.”

As she heard Tim step swiftly out of the room, his muttering cutting off as the door clicked shut, her giggles returned in full force, and she could no longer suppress them. She tried to rein them in as Damian sighed and rolled off of her, but it was difficult. His eyes sliced sideways at her but the darkness in them made her body hum.

“Well, that was…” she trailed off, struggling to put her feelings into words. Her skin tingled where he had touched her, and she mourned the loss of contact. He had surprised her by kissing her, but it hadn't been unwanted. She could admit to herself, now, that her attraction to him had been growing and after that…

“Unfortunate? Mortifying?” Damian sat up and ran his fingers through his hair - she had made it stand up on end a little. “I assure you, Drake will tell someone how he found us, it is only a matter of time.”

“Well, I was thinking something more along the lines of incredible, or amazing,” she said, bringing herself into a seated position. She could tell she had surprised him by the light flush that tinged his neck, which made her grin. “And it's kind of our fault. He's right, there are better places for us to…let loose like that. Hot as it was, I'd rather not be interrupted next time.”

There came a knock on the door and she sighed, jumping to her feet and offering a hand to Damian. She felt the calluses on his hand again as she pulled him to his feet, and blushed. She had basically just told him that she wanted to make out with him again, and she wasn't sure whether he wanted that. And she wasn't likely to find out when his brother had walked in on them this time.

“I really am sorry,” Tim said as he stepped back into the room, hovering awkwardly for a moment before making his way to the treadmills. Damian clicked his tongue again before making his way to the other side of the room, where the hanging bags were. Marinette decided it was best if she didn't join Damian for now but needed to burn off the excess energy, so joined Tim on the treadmills.

“I mean, it's not really your fault,” she shrugged, trying hopelessly to control her blush. She set the incline and speed and began her jog. “We were in a public space, we really only have ourselves to blame. I'd like to say it won't happen again but it's not as though we planned on it happening this time. I should probably pick a different sparring partner, at least publicly.”

Across the room, Damian was listening intently to every word exchanged between his brother and Marinette. He was going through the motions, hitting the bag with less ferocity than usual to make sure he didn't miss their conversation. He paused briefly, as though adjusting the bag, as what she said settled in him. Did she want it to happen again? Was it possible that the attraction he felt so strongly was returned, even in part? 

It took an agonisingly long time for her to finish her workout, but when she did, he made his way to the door first and held it open for her. She thanked him quietly, her voice dropping to be only for him, which made his skin tingle with anticipation. He felt nervous as they stepped into the empty hallway, both walking slowly towards the changing rooms.

“Thank you, for sparring with me,” she said, breaking the silence but increasing the tension. “You're much better than I thought you'd be, you must have trained a lot to get to that point.”

There was a teasing edge to her voice, as though she wasn't only thinking about the short spar. He decided to take a risk and answer both possibilities. “I was trained from birth to be as lethal as possible by my mother. The…latter activity is relatively new to me, although I would not be averse to ‘training’ with you again.”

“I think that could be arranged,” she said, her voice slightly husky, before she pulled him to a stop in a dark alcove. She tugged on his t-shirt, and he obliged, angling his mouth over hers. His hand quickly cupped her chin, and the sigh she let out cut clean through his other thoughts. 

When they broke apart this time, there was no-one standing watching them and he was grateful. He felt raw and open, her blue eyes captivating him. There was a heat in them that made him want to abandon caution and kiss her again but he held off.

“I'm not sure the corridor outside the gym is any more private,” she joked, although she sounded breathless. The hand on her hip circled lazily, without any conscious thoughts from its owner. He felt her press closer to him and felt a surge of satisfaction - she responded to his touch, enjoyed it by every indication. “As much as I like this, I should really go shower. Want to get dinner with me?”

Damian had never showered so fast in his life.

_ _ _

Barbara wheeled into the batcave to a deafening amount of noise. She raised her eyebrows as she saw Jason staring blankly into space, Tim gesticulating wildly and Dick looking like Christmas had come early. Steph, Cass and a tired looking Duke were to the side, looking sceptical. She made her way to them first.

“What's going on?” She asked immediately, wondering if it was more serious than Tim's message had indicated. Had Arkham had a breakout? Was it the Joker, was that why Jason looked so…blank? 

“Tim, Babs needs a rundown of events,” Duke called out, looking apologetically at her. “I'd try to explain but I'm not sure I believe him.”

“I'm telling you, it happened,” Tim said flatly, leveling a look at the other man. “But I get it, if I hadn't seen it myself I wouldn't think Demon Spawn capable of it. But I'm telling you, if I'd walked in any later, I'm sure I'd want to bleach my eyeballs. As it is, I think I need to schedule a therapy session.”

“Wait, Damian? What did he do?” Barbara was even more confused, if that was possible. Dick gave a squeal and bounced in place.

“Baby bird's on a date,” is all he said, which made Barbara's eyebrows shoot towards her hairline. He gave an enthusiastic nod, throwing his hands up. “I know! I didn't even think she liked him as a person, let alone enough to kiss him!”

“Wait, I think I'm missing something here - who is Damian on a date with? And how do you all know about it?”

“Okay, okay, hang on,” Tim said, leaning forward to be heard better. “So, you know that the Wayne Enterprise building has a gym that nobody except us uses? Right,” he said at her affirmation. “So I was finishing up for the day and decided I didn't want to travel all the way home to get a workout in and headed down. I didn't expect Damian to be there because he's supposed to be on patrol tonight, so he usually works out here.

“So I get changed, grab a bottle of water and head to the room only to find it, uh, occupied.” Barbara felt as though she had lost her eyebrows to her hair now. “Yeah, I know, so I make it clear, to whoever it is, ‘this is a public space’ or whatever but then I clock who it is .” He paused dramatically, glancing at Dick, who started bouncing again. “And sure enough, Damian’s getting his freak on with our latest hire, M-freaking-DC.”

“What?!” Barbara gaped for a few moments, before grabbing her phone. She blasted a text to Marinette, not quite believing Tim, but not disbelieving him either. She made an impatient noise when she didn't get a message back immediately, but couldn't do anything. “Okay, let's say that happened, which I'm not sure it did because my girl is normally levelheaded, how does that mean they're on a date?”

“Well, that's an assumption based on the fact that they left both the gym and the building together. And somehow, Demon Spawn hasn't made it home yet, even though he normally comes straight back to walk that dog of his.” Tim shrugged and turned to the batcomputer, pulling up his mobile phone tracking system. “Now, we could always confirm that they're still together, if we wanted to.”

“Okay, this I have to see,” Steph said, bubbling up and making a perch on the table behind Tim. He made short work of pinpointing Damian's position and pulled up the camera feed of the restaurant his phone gave as his location. And there he was, sat in a corner seat with the young designer. Their heads were close together, Damian's eyes locked onto hers. “Holy shit, no way, am I the only one seeing this?”

“No, and it's straight up unnatural,” Jason replied, apparently having come out of his stupor. “Do you think he's harassing her? Maybe blackmail? Because Pix is smart, way too smart to be fooling around with him.”

“That's the thing, he seemed genuinely embarrassed, and she seemed happy enough to walk off with him. Even said something about not being sure I'd never walk in on them again which, let me tell you, I did not need to hear or think about. I wasn't kidding about the therapy session.”

“Okay, I'm calling her,” Barbara proclaimed, watching the screen as her phone dialed. They all watched as the young woman on the screen looked away from their brother to check her phone. She frowned before looking back at Damian and clearly murmuring an apology before she answered it. They could see him tense slightly before he leaned back with a coffee to give her some space.

“Hello? Babs, are you alright?” Came Marinette's voice through the phone and Barbara was confronted with the reality that Marinette absolutely had gone to dinner with Damian.

“Hey, yeah, all good,” she responded, stalling as she tried to think of a reason for having called her. “Just, uh, just wanted to see how your week was going. We hadn't sorted out the details for Saturday night and I wanted to make sure we were still on.”

“Oh my god, Tim told you,” came the mortified squeak from her friend. She watched on screen as Marinette covered the receiver to hiss something at Damian, which made him frown and then his gaze flickered to the nearest security camera. She uncovered the microphone to say, “Jesus, it's not even been 4 hours, why would he do that? Tell him none of his shirts will fit correctly for the next month and he's not allowed to complain. Please tell me you're the only one who knows, that I'm not going to face a firing squad for making out with your baby brother. Because, in my defense, he started it.”

“Um, well, I don't think you'll be facing a firing squad,” Barbara said, trying to make light of the fact that they had basically called a family meeting for this. “But, are you sure about this? If there's something else going on that you need to talk to someone about, we would listen, you know that right? If he's pressuring you or-”

“What? No, oh my God, no no no, there's no pressure,” Marinette's voice had hit a level of high pitched that Barbara had never heard before. Barbara's attention went back to the screen as Damian put his coffee cup down and leaned towards her. His hand slid to hers to catch her attention but then remained holding it, even as she shook her head frantically. “Babs, look, I appreciate the concern but I should probably go, I'm getting dinner right now. I promise, I am happy and fine and do not need an intervention.”

“Well if you're sure-”

“Yep, totally sure, bye now!” And then the line cut, making Barbara blink at her phone for a moment before turning back to the batcomputer. The Marinette on screen had buried her face in her hands while Damian rubbed her back consolingly. He still looked concerned but didn't seem to be pushing her to tell him anything.

“Do you think we could casually stop by that restaurant?” Steph piped up, eagerly, which set off a round of arguments for and against.

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Damian sighed internally as Marinette crumpled in humiliation. He knew his family would be incapable of letting them work it out for themselves, but he was still irritated that they hadn't even waited a day before pushing their noses into his business. She was mumbling incoherently under her breath and he moved closer to her. 

“Marinette, it is fine,” he said in a low voice, attempting to soothe her. She sighed and leaned towards him, letting her head thump onto his shoulder. He let his arm slip around her waist, before resting his cheek on her head. “My family are intrusive and protective but they also know and like you, so they will not be hard on you.”

“Not me,” she mumbled, and he pulled back slightly, confused. “Babs was double checking that you weren't pressuring me into hanging out with you. And if I understood her correctly, she isn't the only one Tim told. God, why can I never just have a date? Why is it always nosy friends, or disapproving parents or paparazzi? I can't even kiss you without getting busted by your brother!”

“I am sure we can find some privacy next time I kiss you,” Damian mused absentmindedly. He felt her stiffen slightly before he saw the redness creep along the back of her neck. He felt himself blush slightly at the assumption he had voiced.

“Pretty confident, aren't you?” she mused, looking up at him from under her bangs. She sighed more contentedly when she looked back down, interlocking fingers with the hand he had taken. “I just wish Tim could've kept it to himself for a little bit, he's the least likely to chase us for information. And I wanted to try a couple of dates before the grilling really started.”

They were interrupted by their waiter, bringing their plates and offering refills of their drinks. They waved him away and the conversation moved back to their own interests and hobbies. Damian felt a flutter in his stomach when they paid the bill and she let him take her home. He hesitated only for a moment when she invited him in, checking the time before deciding he could stop in for a short time before he would be missed.

Meanwhile, Marinette was buzzing with nervous energy (and caffeine). She had really enjoyed their date, impromptu as it was. Her heart jumped as he entered the apartment behind her, gently closing the door. He followed her into the kitchenette as she filled the air with senseless rambles, until he gently tugged her hand. 

“Marinette, you do not need to be worried,” he said firmly. “I do not expect anything from you right now, and I will need to leave shortly for a family matter. I merely wanted to spend some extra time with you before that.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” she replied, cheeks burning. She busied herself with the kettle, pulling out teas and offering him to choose one. “So, I know you do finance and whatnot, but how do you find it working with your family? Especially as you're still at school.”

“Tt, they let me handle things by myself, mostly, which is how I prefer it. I must admit, I do not look forward to the questions I am sure to receive when I go home this evening. Drake should have minded his own business,” he growled, helping her to steep his tea. She giggled lightly and he smirked down at her, making her realise just how closely he stood. She looked down to concentrate on her tea, trying to control the erratic beat of her heart.

“I'm sorry I can't help with that, I have the feeling I'll be getting another call from Babs soon,” she said mournfully. She sighed and set the teas aside to steep properly, a small electronic timer ticking away. Jumping up onto the counter, she kicked her feet lightly. “If you have second thoughts at all, there won't be any hard feelings, you know?”

She held her breath for a moment when he didn't answer. She locked her gaze onto his as he moved slowly in front of her, placing a hand either side of her hips. “I do not regret how we have spent our time today,” he said carefully, his voice low and unhurried. She relaxed slightly and tilted her chin in invitation, which he immediately accepted.

The kiss was less fervent than the ones from earlier, sweeter almost. She felt her heart beating against his chest, her hands finding their way back to his hair and tugging lightly. He groaned before pushing between her knees, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist, kissing her more fiercely when she did. The shorts she was wearing rode up slightly as his hand slid up from her knee. 

She made a sound of pleasure as he explored her mouth with his tongue, and his hand slid beneath her shirt. Her own hands traveled downward, pulling at the buttons on his own shirt, and she marveled at how solid he felt. She felt his heart rate increase as she unbuttoned the shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders, but he merely growled low in his throat. His hands were lazily stroking her skin, setting trails of fire under it. 

Her ears were ringing, blood pounding in them as he moved his mouth from hers and paid more attention to her neck. He experimented again with the spot behind her ear, and this time she outright moaned as she pressed herself against him. He tugged gently on her shirt and she quickly obliged, lifting her arms so that he could remove it. She locked her feet behind him as he cupped her breast, and kissed her jaw and neck. 

She could hardly think through the lust that fogged her mind, his thumb making circles dangerously high on her inner thigh. Not wanting to be outdone, she pulled at his jeans, delighted when his breathing quickened. He nipped her neck slightly harder and she almost melted into a puddle, a gasp quickly muffled when he claimed her mouth again.

His hand had just breached the lower hem of her shorts when a sharp ringtone cut through the air, making him jerk back. He swore in what she thought was Arabic, before yanking his phone from his pocket. “Please excuse me for a moment, I must commit a fratricide,” he said darkly, turning to accept the call.

Marinette busied herself with the tea, turning off her timer as she did so. Clearly the cups of tea had been steeping too long but the ritual of the motions helped to steady her heart and occupy her thoughts so that she didn't accidentally eavesdrop. She turned back with the mugs in hand just as he ended the call with a curt goodbye, and he turned back to her with regret plain in his features.

“I take it you're running a little late?” She said, attempting to use humour to mask her disappointment. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was no longer looking at her and she was confused - was he angry with her? Had she taken things too far? But then he was holding her shirt out to her and she, belatedly, realised that he was trying to be a gentleman. She quickly slid the shirt back on, and then picked her own tea back up. 

“Regrettably, I must take my leave. Forgive me, Marinette, I wish I could stay here longer, but my family is awaiting my arrival to begin the meeting.” He seemed frustrated, with a tinge of anxiety, and she wondered if they would really give him that hard of a time. She gave voice to the thought, and he gave her a tight smile. “It is less that I am concerned that they will pry into our business, and more that if I leave now, you will decide that you no longer wish to continue our…”

She grinned as he searched for a word that didn't have too many connotations attached for what they were. She set down her cup and slid her arms around his waist. “I know we're kind of jumping past a few steps today - God, if this were a normal first date, I would never have invited you upstairs - but…I like you, Damian. You're funny, smart, a little blunt but my God are you sexy, and I enjoy spending time with you. I'm not going to change my opinion of you just because you finally kissed me, idiot.”

He made an offended noise, but she yanked the collar of his freshly put-on shirt to kiss him again. This time, she was careful not to get carried away, her hands staying firmly on his collar until she pulled back. His gaze was dark and she felt a thrill move through her, but she pushed it aside as she shooed him towards the door.

“Let me know when you have an actual free evening, and we'll do the whole thing - dinner, maybe a movie, you can come back up here for coffee or something,” she managed to say, barely a blush in sight. She squealed when he darted back in for a final kiss and then he was gone, leaving his too-bitter tea to be washed away.

[bumblebriez]

Out of this world. (Mark Grayson x AFAB!Reader) Pt.1

SELF INDULGENT

⚠️⚠️⚠️: NSFW content, Gore. Blood. Death. Swearing. Everything else you would see in the show.

This is an interesting one. Mostly self indulgent. This is very much an experiment. For me and you guys. I just had a dream about it and thought I might as well get it down and see how it does.

This is basically just an introduction chapter, they should be longer and not soo rushed. It should follow the story line enough but also not really. Not completely anyway. Strictly my own plot with a mix of invincible plot

This will be a series. Also a crossover.

Reader is Half-Saiyan. Daughter of Son Goku. Who is not present. I'm not going to give off much of the plot right now, because it is a work in progress!

Reader is a bit of a bitch in the beginning but will eventually come around. It just fits the scene for me. I will try my hardest to make the character fit themselves!

Mind the mistakes, I tend to miss them.

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It all started that day when Mark first laid his eyes on that very unfamiliar face. She was gorgeous. Stunning. He could not pry his eyes away.

Her long black hair framed her face well; though it was a bit crazy.

Deep dark onyx eyes that held almost no emotion. She was intriguing. Mark was very much intrigued.

Her posture was strong, straight. Head held high but still no emotion. Students avoided her path, splitting up and allowing her to pass.

His eyes followed her down the school hallway, completely ignoring everything his best friend was spitting at him.

"Dude? Where did you go?" William exclaimed, waving a hand furiously in Mark's face; finally grabbing his best friend's attention.

"Huh? What? I'm here. What were you saying?" Mark sputtered, shaking his head.

"You're ridiculous." William sighed deeply, running a hand over his features before starting his dilemma from the beginning. Mark tried to focus on William's words but his mind was elsewhere.

Who was that girl.

The rest of the day was just that. He didn't see that girl again. No matter how hard he looked, she was no where to be found. Completely disappeared.

Mark tried to look around in the cafeteria for this unknown girl but atlas she wasn't there.

He tried asking William but the boy had no idea what he was talking about.

"You do realise there are lots of girls here right?" Mark groaned lowly, feeling like he was going crazy. No one had seen what he saw. It was driving him nuts. There was no way he imagined her up.

His mind was going haywire, could this be another sup that quite literally slipped right under everyone's noses, except his own. Mark couldn't understand why his mind was filled with this one person, constantly filling his brain with all kinds of thoughts. Some good and some bad.

He needed to see her again. 'Obviously' to make sure he wasn't going crazy.

Mark had managed to find a way to preoccupy his mind, his powers had finally decided to arrive, seeing as he had tossed a garbage bag presumably half way across the world.

From learning how to control his powers and basic fighting skills from his father to helping save the world, that girl he saw had completely fluttered from his mind. Almost nearly forgotten.

That was until he saw her again and he wasn't the only one to her this time. She appeared on the school grounds and school bag in tow.

Mark quickly prodded his best friend to turn around and see what he was seeing "That's her! That's her! See I told you!" William's eyes widened slightly before rolling his eyes. Another girl for Mark to basically fawn over and do nothing about it.

"My god. You're ridiculous. I thought you were with Eve." Mark scoffed loudly, shoving his hand in his best friend's face. "I told you we're aren't together. We are just friends." William eyed the boy suspiciously. Then how can he explain that they always end up leaving around the same time. Both missing in action.

That girl caught Mark's eyes once again when she was approached by that asshole, Todd. Feeling a sudden surge run through his body, he was going to intervene. Before he could even make a move to go over there after witnessing Todd grab the girls arm, roughly.

She broke out of his grasp before her knee was thrusted aggressively into Todd's stomach, causing the towering boy to double over in pain.

A stunned Mark stared intensely at the scene that unfolded infront of him. This unfamiliar girl had brought this boy that was much bigger than her to his knees. It was impressive.

A thought went through Mark's mind, thinking she might not be just some normal girl but you never know.

People might surprise you.

Mark had to know who she was. He was determined.

"Damn. New girl's got some grit." William exclaimed quietly as the boys watched her, brush past Todd, leaving him grovelling in pain.

She sure did. She was fearless. Radiating with pride and confidence. No normal new girl. That's why she was intriguing.

For the next few days, Mark would always spot her. She seemed to like being alone. Multiple students would try and strike up a conversation with her but would be brushed off. She had no interest in making friends, it seemed. Bummer for Mark.

Mark would watch as she would purposely find a spot where she wouldn't be disturbed. As soon as someone tried to sit down with her, she would gather her things and walk out without a word. It would seem Mark would have trouble down the line, finding away to converse with the girl.

Mark would later find out her name was Y/N from his trusty and nosy best friend. He thought it was a beautiful name. It suited her well.

"I think you're way too basic for a girl like her." William teased as he shovelled some of his lunch into his mouth, his eyes stuck to his phone. Mark glared slightly at the brunette "Gee thanks for the confidence boost."

"Hey I'm just being honest." Mark waved off his best friend before poking at his food on his own tray. What would he know? I can be interesting. I'm Invincible. A small smirk appearing on Mark's lips; hidden from view. Just a thought.

As Mark was preparing for his next class, grabbing the remainder of his book from his locker. The door closed aggressively on him, thankfully he had pulled everything he needed out. His face flushed red when he realised just who had done that.

"Can you stop watching me." Her voice was like honey for his ears. He was almost awestruck but quickly broke from this trance not wanting to make to the situation more worse.

"Huh? Uh- Was I? I didn't think I was." His hand scratched the back of his head, nervously. For a superhero, he still felt like a dork.

Y/N crossed her arms across her chest, her eyebrows furrowed deeply. Even though she looked angry, she was cute in his eyes. Almost like a dangerous cute.

"You were. Stop it. It's creepy." Without another word, she strutted away from Invincible. Leaving the boy a wreak. Mark felt so stupid and scared that he had ruined the chance to actually get to know her.

Mark gripped his hair tightly, feeling overwhelmed with stupidity. A deep sigh releasing from his throat. Great. Now he's a creep. His mind was running with the thought.

The next time he conversed with her was an interesting one. More than interesting. Insane. It all made sense. Why you were so... strong.

He witnessed it the second time the flaxan invasion happened. Just as they were about to smash those guys into the ground, she showed up; pushing through teen team.

"Woah woah! Didn't you hear us girl. Get your ass out of here!" Rex exclaimed loudly, Y/n just ignored the arrogant teen; her eyebrows furrowed, annoyed. More at the disturbance in-front of the group. How dare they interrupt her peaceful walk.

Invincible hand reached out towards her, wanting to stop her. What could she possibly be doing. She was going to get hurt. Mark was hero, it was his job to look after the people and allowing Y/n to think she could take this own was assisted suicide.

Yeah sure she flipped the school asshole on his back but it doesn't look like she's a superhero. If she was, she wouldn't be showing her face, right?

"Hello? Are you mute? Get the fuck outta here!" Rex went to grab her shoulder but missed, leaving the redhead stunned. How did he miss a simple touch? Like she completely dodge it without moving.

"You know. Your voice is very irritating. I'm only gonna need 30 seconds. Hold your breath." Before anyone could recollect themselves. Y/n slammed her foot into the ground, a crater formed right under her; startling everyone that was surrounding the mysterious girl.

Not too long after, she let out a loud cry, a golden aura enveloping her. Hair snapping from the band that held it back; sticking up in the air. Turning yellow. Her original onyx eyes turned to a piercing emerald colour. Mark thought she was stunning before, now she was majestic. A goddess.

She pushed herself off the ground, soaring through the air; fist pointed right at the aliens. It all happened so quickly. She bulldozed through the whole army. The team couldn't pinpoint where exactly she was, except from bodies that were flying through the air.

"Ka"

Her hands curled up by her hip, a low light emitting from them. She continued to bounce from alien to alien, delivering lethal kicks.

"Me"

The light began to grow brighter, Mark's eyes squinted from behind his googles as it started to sting.

"Ha Me"

One of the aliens tried to grab her, but she jumped into the air, landing a hard blow to his temple, sending him flying into nearby debris, causing a few to start retreating back through their portals.

Everyone gasped loudly as she appeared right in front of them, the light bright and big; a light blue shining over everything, the ground shaking all around. Bits of rock starting to levitate.

"HAAA!"

A very large blue energy beam shot from her hands, her voice vibrating through the air as she thrusted forward. The beam engulfed the whole army, vaporising the intergalactic beings.

Teen team and Invincible shielded themselves from the intense winds that were pooling from Y/n. Struggling to stand in one place; their feet started to slide backwards.

This power.

None of them have experienced something like this before.

Y/n let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding, powering down to her original form; her hair falling to her shoulders back to the dark ebony.

"What the fuuuck." Rex exclaimed quietly for his team mates to hear.

What the fuck was correct. What just happened.

The mystery girl turned to face the teens, brushing loose debris and dirt from her clothes. Mark released his breath that he didn't really know he was holding in. She said she only needed 30 seconds.

That was 24.

"Don't think this will happen again." She spoke clearly before pushing off the ground and shot straight up into the air.

As the guardians stood around, staring deeply at the spot, she was previously standing in. They didn't realise a certain man had appeared behind them. Cecil. The scar-faced man that majority of the guardians worked for.

"Who was that." He growled lowly, having witnessed the entirety of the fight from his monitor.

"She goes to my school." Invincible croaked out.

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

and found - more outtakes

I'm in a fic-posting mood, I just put up two proper actual story things, so here I am rounding it off with some more cut content from "and found"--in this case, the scene wherein Xiangyi actually meets the Word of Honor and Lord Seventh guys. It's a good scene, and I like it a lot, but in the end it kind of slowed the story down in a bad way? Which makes it perfect for a post like this. It has an alternate opening to the section of Chapter 9 where they travel to China, Wen Kexing's pink dress ("it's just like the clothes I wore when I was young, I don't see why people have to be weird about it now"), and Zishu's ducklings.

Past the actual scene-and-a-half here there's a little bit of dialogue for the ducklings which didn't make it in even more than the scene itself, and also another goofy interview thing like there was in the first outtake post.

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Fang Duobing's weird friends

After all of his nerves, it’s deeply funny to Xiangyi that the first thing he notices about Fang Duobing’s weird friends is the pink dress.

They get to Beijing in the middle of October, a week and a half before their lunch date, and spend most of the first few days alternating between doing every tourist thing that Xiangyi expresses even vague interest in and desperately trying to avoid Fang Duobing’s housekeeper as they have sex in basically every room of the house that isn’t the apartment where she and her family live. The one time she does catch them at it, she just rolls her eyes, but she’s in her sixties and reminds Xiangyi uncomfortably of Yuze’s mom, so it kills the mood for him anyway.

Finally, though, they’re approaching the restaurant where Fang Duobing’s friends are supposed to meet them, and when they’re about a block away Huli Jing starts yelling, which prompts someone in the outdoor seating area to spot them and start waving and swatting their table companion on the shoulder. At first Xiangyi thinks whoever it is decided to come out in full hanfu, but as he gets closer he realizes that it’s not that at all, but an ankle-length pink dress that looks like it came straight from the 1970s, with a deep v-neck and massive bell sleeves. As they approach, the person in the pink dress moves away from their table, so gracefully that they’re practically floating, and says, “Fang Xiaobao, you never visit us–you cut your hair.”

Fang Duobing laughs awkwardly. “It got to be difficult to manage with all the traveling I was doing.”

“What would your mother think–wait, is that a duckling? Do you have a duckling? Since when?”

The other person at the table rolls his eyes. “Lao Wen, that’s not a student, that’s his boyfriend.”

“Wait, is it? How do you know?”

“Because they’re holding hands.”

“But he brought his horrible gangster with him! Speaking of which, Lao Di, it’s wonderful to see you again, thank you for coming!”

Di Feisheng huffs irritably and doesn’t reply, to the man in pink’s apparent delight. Fang Duobing elbows him and murmurs, “You know he only calls you that because he likes you, right?” and gets a mouth twitch and an eye roll in response.

Meanwhile, the seated man is saying, “Well, maybe they’re both dating him, Lao Wen, you could just ask like a normal person.” Then, with a slight turn, “Hello, dog, good to see you again,” as Huli Jing snuffles at his hand.

“I’m not a normal person, I don’t see why I should act like one.”

Xiangyi is trying to figure out whether it would be offensive to start laughing at them when Fang Duobing finally steps forward and says, “Hi, Kexing, it’s good to see you too. How’s the mountain?”

More expansive gesturing, accentuated by the whirl of pink sleeves. “Awful, thank you for asking, Fang Xiaobao, this global warming thing is ridiculous. We’re considering having a walk-in freezer installed and moving our bed into it. So is that a duckling or a boyfriend? And either way, what’s his name?”

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There's a whirlwind of introductions, in which among other things it's established that Xiangyi is perfectly capable of being two things, thank you, and by the time those are all finished Xiangyi finds himself sitting at the table between Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing's other friend, Zhou Zishu, and feeling slightly lost. He doesn't feel unwelcome, but there's a degree of connection that everyone else has by dint of being so, so old that just isn't available to him, especially given that he doesn't feel like going into the whole reincarnation issue. He almost wishes that he were at the next table over where Zishu’s students are sitting, Mingming from the letter and her large, shy girlfriend A-Qian, but then again, he’s afraid that he doesn’t have much in common with them either, and he likes being able to lean against Di Feisheng’s side a bit. And then two more people show up, other immortal friends of Kexing and Zishu but not his guys, and there are more introductions, and as one of the new guys and Di Feisheng and Zishu are dissolving into an argument about assassination methods the other new guy looks directly at Xiangyi and says, suddenly, “Can we speak privately for a few minutes?”

This is so far from what Xiangyi was expecting that it takes him a moment to reply. “...sure?”

Confused, he lets New Guy–Beiyuan, his name is Beiyuan–lead him away from the others to an unoccupied portion of the seating area, where Beiyuan stares into the air for a moment before saying, “So it’s been a very long time, unsurprisingly, but I recall reading a book when I was young that referenced a Li Xiangyi, the founder of Sigu Sect, who died approximately two hundred years before I was born. Is that you, or is it just a strange coincidence of names?”

“Uh…” Xiangyi shakes himself. “Yes and no? Like, I’m twenty-three, but I’m also him. I was him. He was him, he died, now he’s me, I’m a different guy but we’re the same guy, it’s a whole–”

“--really confusing reincarnation thing?”

“Wait, did you do the same thing?”

“No, mine’s more confusing, I reincarnated as myself. Which is to say, the exact same person that I was before, but different, because now I was me.”

Xiangyi can feel another one of those headaches coming on as he says, “What,” but it’s immediately overtaken by a surge of relief as he follows that with, “Don’t answer that, I don’t need an explanation, does this shit happen a lot?”

Beiyuan grins at him. “No, just occasionally, and it’s different every time, which makes it even more confusing.”

“I hate that.”

“So do I! Except that it let me meet Wu Xi and not get tortured to death and everything, so really it’s fine. You just looked slightly lost in a way that felt familiar, and then I heard the name and it rang a bell, and I thought maybe you’d want someone to talk to who’s dealt with similar bullshit.”

Xiangyi thought about it, nodded, and said, solemnly, “I’m going to text Yuze right now to let him know he’s been bumped to third best friend because of his lack of understanding of reincarnation bullshit.”

“Third best?”

“The dog is first. Obviously.”

“Oh, right, of course.”

“So we should probably get back to the table before someone notices we’re over here and starts–” but before Xiangyi can finish his sentence he freezes, as Beiyuan’s shirt rustles and then a beady-eyed face pokes out from his collar. “–do you have a tiny, adorable ferret in your shirt?”

Beiyuan blinks. “I guess she just woke up, she must like how you smell if she’s coming out in public like this. She’s not a ferret, she’s a sable, my husband breeds them. Her name is Arsenic.”

“Ok. Ok. Ok. Vitally important follow-up question. Can I hold her please.”

Arsenic answers this herself by climbing the rest of the way out of Beiyuan’s shirt and making a short hop onto Xiangyi’s shoulder as Beiyuan says, warily, “Please be careful, she’s venomous.”

“Lao Wen, don’t be ridiculous, I was teaching basics to my juniors when I was fourteen. Just because we’re eight hundred years old doesn’t mean everyone else is children.” Zishu glances at Xiangyi, who snaps back to the conversation with a start. “Right? Am I allowed to ask how old you are?”

They don’t get back to everyone else until several minutes later, when Kexing finally turns around to shout, “Beiyuan, if you’re trying to steal Xiaobao’s duckling at least half of the table is going to be very upset with you.”

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(and then a bit that was theoretically going to be later in the scene)

--

“–really? But he seems like he’s so young to be teaching.”

Xiangyi blinks. “Twenty-three. Uh, mostly. It’s, it’s complicated. Anyway, I only teach little kids and teenagers, my buddy Yuze’s got most of my classes while we’re here.”

Wen Kexing nods thoughtfully. “All right, true, I’ll concede that I have a slightly skewed view of age. Your accent is interesting, where are you from?”

“Los Angeles.”

“Los–where’s that, A-Xu, I forget that one.”

“The USA?” At Wen Kexing’s still-slightly-blank look, Xiangyi frowns a bit, struggling for further distinctions. “West coast of North America, across the ocean to the east of here.”

***

ducklings

Xiangyi grins. "That's great, though! So how'd you two meet?"

Mingming glances at A-Qian and takes a long sip of iced coffee before saying, "She's attracted to violent women."

A-Qian laughs. "I mean, sort of? We met when I was going to university, she was already studying with shizun, she's been living with them since she was little. Anyway, I'd gone out to lunch so I could work on a paper, it was at an outdoor cafe a lot like this one, and there was this big fuss, and I look up and see the most beautiful woman on Earth completely wrecking a couple of guys who were half a meter taller than she was."

"They were being creepy at a street musician." Mingming makes a face and has another sip of coffee. "You shouldn't talk to girls that way. And they weren't that much bigger than me, come on. Anyway, I finish that up, I turn around to grab my bag that I'd dropped, and there's this--she looked really different at the time."

"You can say, it's fine--this was pre-HRT, and I had a really bad haircut."

"Yeah, and she was just staring at me, and I was already a little bit pissed off, so I said, 'do you have a problem with me?' and she said--"

"Can I buy you lunch?"

"And we've been together for six years now."

***

“Ok, so, we talked about tech, so now we’ve gotta talk about art, what's your favorite artist or piece of art from…I guess past the end of your original human lifespan?”

Fang Duobing: “Oh, I think Godzilla. The character, not just the original movie, although the original movie is very good.” (“You…can’t watch Godzilla movies, though?”) “I can watch Godzilla movies, I just have to be in the right mood for them.” (“...which is?”) “Well, I suppose you or A-Fei would also need to be in the right mood to put up with me intermittently crying for about an hour and a half.”

Di Feisheng: “I like Miike Takashi movies.” (“Ooh, which one's your favorite? Is it Ichi the Killer?”) “Diamonds Are Unbreakable was good.” (long pause, followed by unholy screech from Xiangyi)

Wen Kexing: “Oh! Good question! Taylor Swift. I love Taylor Swift.” (“Don't get him fucking started on Taylor Swift.”) “Hush, A-Xu, she's so cute, and as your insane wife I think I have a right to enjoy the work of someone else's insane wife. Especially ‘Blank Space,’ that's my favorite.” (“I could have made her into an amazing assassin.”) “Right, there's also that, she's got those big soulless eyes, I could have introduced her to Xie Wang.” (Xiangyi: “I’m sorry, you knew someone called the Scorpion Prince?”) “Well, I think legally his name was Zhao Xie’er, but most people addressed him as Xie Wang, yes. Anyway, I would have loved to introduce him to Taylor, I think they’d deserve each other.”

Zhou Zishu: “I like comics.” (“...any specific comics?”) “The Adventures of Tin-Tin.”

Jing Beiyuan: “I enjoyed reading Journey to the West when it was first published.” (“Wait, it wasn't…already out when you were alive?”) “No, that was Ming Dynasty, we predate that. Don Quixote was published not long after, that was also very fun. And I enjoy Doctor Who, the Seventh Doctor especially.”

Wu Xi: *has not put down his copy of The Three-Body Problem* “What was the question?” (“He reads a lot of science fiction. He also really enjoyed that novel Guardian, they made it into a TV show a few years ago?”)

Orlando: “I’ve enjoyed watching the development of romantic comedy as a genre, it's fascinating sometimes how little it's changed from when I was growing up.” (“What was your favorite from then?”) “Twelfth Night. I saw a number of Shakespeare's plays performed, but that one I liked best.” (“Ok, so what do you think holds up best against that from more recent centuries?”) “Oh, there was that one film with Ewan McGregor…right, yes, Down With Love. I enjoyed that one.”

Kenzaki Kazuma: “I haven't passed a normal human lifespan yet, ask me again in two hundred years if the world hasn't ended by then.”

Kurenai Gai: “I’m not sure you realize how long I’ve lived, it's kind of hard to pick one thing.” (“Come on, man, just give it a shot?”)

Hob Gadling: “Impossible to pick, there's been a lot of good art since I was first around. Honestly I just like that there’re cheap paperbacks now, it's so much easier to get a book to read at all.”

Wen Ning: “Oh, I really liked Land of the Dead, the George Romero movie? Train to Busan was also really good. Um, Shaun of the Dead was great…I like zombie movies.” (“Wait, seriously?”) “Well, they're always having a much worse time then I ever did, and a lot of them are very funny.”

Song Lan: [ i read a lot of webnovels. very much enjoyed omniscient reader’s viewpoint. young writers these days are incredibly creative. ]