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wolf-2099 · 8 months

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☆ A Reflection of Myself, in You ☆

Word Count: 1,644

Pairing: Wolf2099 (Wolf Spider x Miguel O'Hara)

Summary: Two very broken Spider-Men from two very different worlds find a sense of comfort in each other. And it makes both of them uneasy. But they yearn for it while desperately trying to push it away. Blah blah it's a wedding fic. Lots of dialogue.

"Miguel. Do you remember when you proposed to me?" "I do."

Wolf laughed. There was a hint of annoyance behind it.

The two men sat next to each other, legs hanging over the edge of a random building's rooftop. They didn't sit too close to each other, but not too far apart either. Just enough space between the two of them. Just how they liked it.

"You asked me to marry you before you asked me out on a date." Wolf scoffed.

"No, I said I wanted to marry you. I never asked you to do anything." Miguel glanced at Wolf out of the corner of his eye. His expression was serious. The impenetrable fortress that was Miguel O'Hara and his emotions stood tall, even during a topic like this.

"When you say you want to marry someone, it leads the other person to believe that, oh I don't know, you want it to be reciprocated."

"And I never once said that, did I?"

"You're impossible."

Miguel cracks a smile at that. Wolf notices and smiles in return.

"I'm being serious, Miguel." Wolf Spider continues.

"When did I say you weren't?"

Wolf growled. "It's like you're trying to piss me off."

"I'm not. You just get mad too easily."

Silence falls over them. The sounds of the city below them fills the air and mixes with the tension between the two. Cars honk, a few party-goers are shouting, and the air vibrates with pollution.

"Do you still want to marry me? Even now?" Wolf asks.

"I do." Miguel answers.

"Even though I get mad too easily?"

"Even despite that, I do."

"Why?" Wolf scoots a bit closer to Miguel, challenging him. Invading his space. Both physically and emotionally. "Why would you want to marry me?"

"You're broken and busted and messed up." Miguel sits still, letting Wolf invade.

"And?"

"That's it."

"And here I thought you'd fall for my devilish good looks and witty humor." Wolf laughed.

"Those actually annoy me more than anything." Miguel laughs in return.

More silence. More sounds of the city. The two of them have moved closer to each other, but not enough. There's still that distance. Surprisingly, it's Miguel that breaks the silence this time.

"You're a mess. You don't trust anybody easily. You have anger problems and then get even angrier because you lost your temper in the first place. You push people away and isolate yourself because you think that you aren't allowed to be near anyone because you're a monster."

Wolf Spider tries to laugh, but it falls flat before he can even let it out. "You describing me, or yourself here?"

Silence.

And then,

A realization.

"Oh," Wolf looks at Miguel. "You are describing yourself. That's the whole point, isn't it?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Miguel shrugs.

Wolf stares at him, body fully turned to face Miguel. Miguel, however, is still facing forward. Facing away from Wolf. Staring out into the city.

"Explain a few things for me, would ya, Miguel? You've a very particular man who does things in a particular way. So what's the truth behind the half-confession half-proposal. And why someone so similar to you? No offense, but neither of us quite like ourselves enough to want to marry someone exactly like us."

Miguel gives a quiet half chuckle at that.

"With how perceptive you can be, it sure did take you long enough to pick up on it," Miguel stares back at Wolf from the corner of his eyes. Still not turning his head to look at him. Still keeping his body forward. Still closed off. "It's because we hate ourselves so much that I want to marry you."

"You want someone who sees themself in you, to reject you. React with disgust at your confession. Is that it? How selfish," Wolf scoffs. "Using me for your own self-flagellation."

Wolf faces forward again. He lays his hands neatly over his lap as he looks up at the stars in the sky. Miguel tilts his head slightly to look at him. The give and take of one looking away and the other looking at them. The silent game of tug-of-war.

"You're wrong, Miguel. We are very different."

"You made me explain myself, so is it only fair that I ask you to explain what you mean by that?" Miguel leans back on his hands. One hand slides closer to Wolf Spider. Wanting to grab him, touch him, pull him towards himself. But it stops just a few inches shy.

"You want someone to be the man in the mirror. To look at you with the same amount of disgust and hatred that you see in yourself every morning. But you're wrong. That person won't be me. We're different enough that I don't see myself in you."

"How exactly are we different from each other then? Tell me your perspective on it, Wolf." Miguel stares at him. Watches. "Is it because we're two different worlds? Past and future? Animal and human?"

Wolf Spider shakes his head, "No. It's because while you want to marry me because of your own self-hatred," He grits his fangs, tightening his fists until his claws prick at the palm of his skin, "I want you to marry me because you see the good in me."

Miguel's eyes widen.

Silence.

"Back then, when you told me you wanted to marry me, do you remember what I said?"

Miguel nods, "Yeah. You laughed and said you'd give me a year. If I convinced you that I was worth it in that year, you'd marry me."

"I did. And I made my decision long ago. Would you like to know when I made my decision?"

"I would." Miguel's voice is quiet, gentle. As he sits next to this predator, he speaks so gently. Like he's afraid to scare him away.

"Two months after you said that to me. And I decided then and there that you had proven yourself to me."

It made Miguel uncomfortable, the way Wolf Spider stared out into the night. How he looked forward, and not at him.

"Do you still feel the same?" Miguel asks.

"I do." Wolf answers.

"I'm sorry-" Miguel tries to speak.

"Don't." Wolf interrupts him.

"Let me finish, Wolfie."

Wolf sighs as his shoulders relax. Miguel smiles. He knows that nickname can always tame the beast even in his worse moments.

"As I was saying, I'm sorry we never had this conversation sooner."

"And why is that?" Wolf turns his head slightly, watching Miguel now.

"Because, truthfully, I changed my mind a long time ago too," Miguel tenses up as he watches Wolf Spider turn his body to face him fully once more. He breathes in before continuing. "At a point, it stopped being that I wanted to marry you. And instead, I decided I wanted you to marry me."

"You wanted me to like you." Wolf stated, bluntly.

"Yeah."

"You stopped seeing me as a way to punish yourself."

"Yeah."

"Can you say something different next time?"

Miguel smiled. "For this one, or the next one?"

"Next one."

"Yeah."

Wolf smiled back. The two of them moved closer, fingers brushing against each other.

"Why?" Wolf frowned as he asked. As if he was afraid to know the answer. As if the words might burn. "What changed your mind?"

"Back when you told me about the touchstones you werewolves have. A person that is so important to you that they help you hold on to your humanity. Was I supposed to catch on? That..." Miguel hesitates. "Were you confessing that I was your touchstone?"

"Kinda?" Wolf laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "I mean, you… You are. You are the one person I feel like I can really connect with. For better or for worse. That.. Did that really make you change your mind?"

"It did, but it wasn't so much that I changed my mind and more that I realized I didn't want to let you down. Because I realized that by being your connection to humanity, that meant you saw something in me. And that I am something worth holding on to. It made me realize that you didn't see us as the same. I realized you would never hate me. Wolf, I wanted to marry you because I thought that you were the only person with as much self-hatred as me that you never would. That you would reject me, and that I could justify being alone. But then you went and ruined it by seeing something worth loving in me. You made me realize that there's enough humanity left in me to see past the monster."

"Miguel," Wolf Spider speaks. Gently, soft as lamb wool, "if you can see yourself in me… And I can see something worth loving in you… Can you see that as well?"

"No," Miguel shakes his head. "But I see something worth loving in you. And honestly? It scares me."

"It scares me too. We can be scared together."

The two of them close the distance. Up on the roof of a random building, overlooking the city streets and lights, the two of them lean on each other for the first time. Wolf's head rests on Miguel's shoulder as Miguel rests his head on top of Wolf's. Fingers lace together as they look out over the city together.

Miguel breaks the silence once more.

"In the morning, once the court house opens up, wanna go get married?"

"Did you ever buy a ring? Just in case I said 'yes' some day?"

Miguel laughs, "No."

Wolf laughs with him. He smiles, baring his fangs to the stars watching them up above. The glow of the full moon illuminates them in a warm light. A kind of warmth Wolf was not familiar with from the moon.

"Sure, let's go get married tomorrow."

#dragon's writing #🕷️ love bites (so do i)#wolf spider tag #fucking. bye. bye. i hate it here. bye #yeah. 365 days in the year and i picked today of all days to do this. its 3 am im posting this now #smth smth waking up and getting hitched with him

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annerbhp · 3 months

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Hi anne! How have you been lately?

So, I don’t know if this is going to sound silly but I’ve been wanting to start writing fanfics for a while now but every time I sit down to write I just get stuck, which is weird because I have so many ideas floating through my head and so many things I know I want to write in my stories but every single time I decide to start writing I don’t know where to start it. I admire your writing a lot so I was wondering if you could give me some tips/suggestions? Thanks!

Hi! I am doing well. Thanks for asking!

You ask a really great question here, friend. I remember very much being there myself.

Usual disclaimer that there is no "one size fits all" writing advice. There's just things that have sometimes worked that I encourage you to try and see if they fit. And they may not fit right now, but that doesn't mean it won't help someday down the line!

That said, my immediate thought was "write all the bits that you find exciting, interesting, and fun." Like, just that part. Even if it's half a scene, a snippet of dialogue. A single paragraph describing a place or a feeling or an action. Do whatever part you really like. And do it without the thought of "I am writing this for someone else to read." This is just, "huh, wouldn't it be interesting if X happened? I'm gonna daydream about what that might be by just scribbling some stuff down." Do it and don't judge it and don't erase anything and just keep going. Maybe after a while you can go back and be like, "huh, I like this random bit here. I'm gonna add another two sentences to it."

The thing is, we need to get in the practice of writing stuff down. And often the number one killer of writing is overthinking it. Is being critical of it before we even write it down. Being critical of it as we are writing down. Look, almost all of us feel like imposters, like we're playing at something we really have no right to. But that voice is a LIAR. And that voice will keep you from doing something that might very well bring you a lot of joy.

You might want to start a habit, if that kind of thing works for you. Like writing for ten minutes a day at a set time. Where you just write words for ten minutes without judging it. You can do it by hand. You can do it on focus view on a computer, whatever works. You might try sprints, where you speed write for five/ten/fifteen minutes and see how many words you can get down (this is great for turning off the Mean Brain). Try writing for longer slower over time.

Also, if you are writing with the intent of "I will share this someday," keep in mind that it can also get in the way. It's hard, but trying "I am writing this so I can read it because this is the story I want to read," that can help.

I would also say start small. I think the first story I actually ever wrote and shared was a handful of paragraphs. Try writing a drabble! (100 words exactly.) Try writing a single scene. No one is asking for a novel. You don't need to provide tons of backstory or reasoning. Just write a single scene and see where it takes you.

I hope this helps! And I look forward to whatever you put out into the world, even if it ends up just being for yourself.

#writing advice #i write therefore i complain

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hollowmend · 6 months

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Counter-Side Dev Log #1 - 11/03/23

In an attempt to seem much more professional than I am, I've decided to give monthly dev logs a shot!

I'll keep individual projects sperate, so if you're here for Fetch Re;Quest stuff, keep an eye out for another post later this month.

Please bear with me as I figure out what the hell I'm doing 😂 And let me know if you like this kind of content, or if I should just stick to my random updates!

So anyways...

As a quick catch-up; Counter-Side is a kinetic BL sci-fi drama. It's about two men who live and work in a capitalistic hellscape- A mining facility on the barren, atmosphere-less planet of Ikarus.

But the story's not really about that. It's about two men who've been unlucky in relationships becoming friends and hanging out at a bar. It's a BL, so I think you see where this is going.

The Boys

Counter-Side has lots of fun (and not so fun) characters, but let's just focus on the two protagonists for now.

Transferred from his home facility to this one for mysterious reasons, Rae is the new Human Resources Manager for the software engineering department.

Rae is calm and collected... or so he'd like people to think. In truth, his inner thoughts are much more fiery than his reserved persona lets on. With a short temper and a protective streak, it's a constant struggle for Rae to keep his head down and his thoughts to himself.

Rae is not interested in dating at the moment, because as much as he hates to admit it, someone else still occupies that place in his heart.

His drink of choice is the gin and tonic 🍸

Stationed at the facility for military training, Rosco works as part of the mining crew by piloting a mech that houses an experimental sapient AI named MARC.

He may have only been here for half a year, but he already has a reputation; Everyone knows that Rosco, the hotshot playboy pilot, never turns down a date. Little do they know that rather than playing the field, Rosco is a hopeless romantic who simply doesn't want to miss an opportunity to find his one true love.

Currently in his longest running relationship, Rosco is determined to make things work and prove that he's not the flighty, promiscuous one-night-stand that everyone makes him out to be... no matter what he has to give up in the process.

Rosco's preferred drink is anything colorful and fruity 🍹

Chapter Select

And now on to the more technical aspects of the game!

Counter-Side is kinetic, which means there are not choices or multiple endings. It's a linear story told in three acts, but there is a bit of interactivity when it comes to how the chapters work.

(The UI is just a placeholder for now, if it wasn't obvious from Rosco's rather... colorful outfit.)

The story is told from both Rae and Rosco's perspectives, so after each act's linear opening, you'll get the option to choose what order to read things in, chapter by chapter. Once you reach the end of the act in one character's chapters, their option will be locked until you finish the other character's side.

Most chapters are completely unique scenes, but sometimes, Rae and Rosco are in the same place. These key moments are called Counter-Side chapters, and you get to experience them from both men's perspectives. The dialogue may be the same, but Rae and Rosco will have different narration and inner thoughts about what's happening, and they often start and/or end the scene apart.

Counter-Side chapters account for about 35% of the total number of chapters.

The Demo

We're currently working on a demo that will feature the entire first act- Over 50k words! It might be missing the final UI design and some cut-in art, but other than that it will be feature complete.

After that, we don't expect the full game will be more than a few months away.

The script for the game is about 3/4ths finished and we have the rest of it already outlined. The current word count clocks in at over 130k words 😭 It's gonna be a long one.

We haven't settled on a price yet, but the full game will not be free.

Wrapping Up & Discord

There's a lot more I could talk about, but I think this is getting pretty long already. I'll post again next month, but in the meantime, let me know if there's anything specific you want to know!

And if you're interested in a slow trickle of content instead of a monthly tidal wave, I post updates as they happen in my ✨ discord server ✨

#visual novel #counter-side #devlog #kinetic #yaoi #boys' love #hollowmend #sci fi

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undertheknightwing · 10 months

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Whoa, look at this! I wrote a Dick and Gar fic after who knows how long! It's mainly fluff but there's a little feels,,

Also this little fic was very much inspired by the wonderful @not-so-mundane-after-all 's fic Acrida (if you haven't read it, I suggest you do because it's amazing 💜)

I don't wanna spoil her fic so I won't say much about what struck my inspired chord but it was a piece of dialogue from the last chapter. I hope she doesn't mind 😅

“Mom! Mom! Look!”

Dick gasps, stopping dead in his tracks to avoid colliding into the young boy who ran past him. A soft laugh escapes through the man's lips, heart growing significantly larger in his chest, watching the boy zoom to his mother’s side. With a sheet of paper in one hand, he raises the other to excitedly grab onto the sleeve of Marie’s lab coat and tugs on it to get her attention.

Funny how things never really change. Even in the present Dick finds himself leaping to the side just to get out of Gar’s way when the teenager is in, what Rachel calls: “zoomie mode”, and runs around the tower at random times. Hopping onto and off surfaces and chasing after a nonexistent object, like the cats in those videos the kids are always sending in the - what’s supposed to be a mission focused only - group chat.

“Mom!”

“Garfield, please.” The scientist sighed, pulling a yellow rubber glove over one of her hands with a loud snap.

Gar continued to tug on the sleeve of her coat, the toothy smile on his face dropping into a frown. Energetic tone to his voice quickly changing into desperation laced with sadness, begging for her to look away from the desk cluttered with papers and give him a second of her time.

“Mom, I wanna show you something!”

With a faint smile on her lips, the woman casts a quick glance down to her son, then focuses on the vial of something she picked up and held carefully between her fingers.

“I’ll see whatever it is later, I promise. But this needs my full attention right now.”

After using her free hand to give Garfield’s hair a lazy ruffle, she steps away and disappears down another hall, one that's protected by a door with a code and sign telling anyone not authorized to stay out. Leaving the boy alone, standing in the middle of the room, his shoulders deflating in disappointment and grip on the paper begins to loosen, threatening to let the piece of art drop to the floor.

A deep frown appeared on Dick’s face. He’s only been in this time period for a few hours and from what he’s seen of Gar’s parents, he doesn’t doubt they love their son, but it also seems like they might love their work and keeping their title of “world famous scientists” just a bit more.

“Hey, Gar.”

The young boy spun around in reaction to his name being spoken, posture perking up a bit as he greets with a cheery: “Hi, Mr. Grayson!”

Walking into the room, Dick dove his hands into his jacket pockets, then nodded his head to the side, gesturing to the door Marie went through.

“Your mom’s pretty busy, huh?”

“Yeah.” Gar frowned once more, kicking at the floor. “She’s always busy.”

Dick huffs, half-smile on his lips. “My dad is too.”

Then with a soft groan, he crouches to be on Garfield’s level and points at the colorful paper in the boy’s hand.

“I’d like to see what you drew, if that’s okay with you.”

Eyes losing their twinkle, Gar lifts the paper up to look over whatever he had drawn, then shakes his head and mumbles quietly.

“It’s not important.”

A deep crack formed in the man’s heart when those words left a younger Gar’s lips, as well. Their familiarity strikes him like a stray bolt of lightning and is just as painful, just in an emotional kind of way. It’s a response he hears coming from present Gar a lot and now it makes sense.

He remembers staring in awe when he saw Garfield shapeshift into a grizzly bear for the first time during training. His son had been attempting to turn into something other than a tiger for a while and been struggling to pull it off, so seeing a huge green bear where a tiger usually would be made Dick’s chest burst with a mixture of pride and joy.

Pride that became something sadder after he asked Gar why he didn’t tell anyone he learned to shapeshift into a bear when he’s been working so hard to do so and Gar shrugged nonchalantly, telling the team leader that “it wasn’t important” before moving on to do something else.

Dick smiles warmly. “Well, I think it is.”

Which earns a head tilt from Gar.

He nods. “You made it, so it’s very important.”

The young boy hesitated, seeming genuinely confused for a brief moment.

Once Gar accepts, handing the drawing to Dick, the man's eyes sparkle and widen at the childish doodles of a few colorful cheetahs.

“Wow, this is amazing, buddy!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” Dick reaches forward, giving the boy an affectionate hair ruffle rather than a lazy one. “You got talent, kid. Mind if I keep it to put on my fridge at home?”

“You can have it!” Gar pipes loudly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Thank you.” Folding the drawing as carefully as possible, he slips it into his coat's inner pocket. “My wife will think it’s adorable, I’ll tell her all about you.”

Kory's gonna think it's more than adorable and she sure isn't gonna let Dick put it on the fridge, she's gonna frame it and place it on their bedside table so she can always see the cute stick figure cheetahs drawn by their son years before their path intertwined with his.

If present Gar allows her to frame it, that is. There's always a chance he'll find it embarrassing.

A smile so bright you'd think could melt the biggest of icebergs stretches across Garfield’s face.

“Do you wanna come check on the birds with me?”

“I’d love to, Gar.”

Once stood up straight, the boy grabs his hand and begins to pull the man in the direction he came, casting a glance sparkling with pride back over his shoulder and up at Dick.

“I know lots about the birds and animals here!”

Dick’s smile twitches. The weight of the words weighed heavily onto him like a bag of bricks. The way they were said so innocently, so carefree, lacking knowledge of the storm on the horizon rolling in to turn this sweet boy's life upside down. A harsh punishment for something he didn't do, something he had no control over. Leave him feeling cursed and forgotten, unloved and unwanted by the people around him.

Eyes darkening with sympathy, Dick breathes a quiet sigh.

“I bet you do.”

#titans #gar logan #dick grayson #cods.writing

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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23, 36, and 56 from this list

(a little Andy for you)

oh!!! I love the Andy!

23. Best writing advice for others?

🖤 Just write. Write things you wouldn't normally write. Put together odd characters. Some of my favorite works have literally came from random wheels. Desperate Affairs is one of them. My first random wheel "one shot" was Mr. Freezy Pops. I didn't like writing dark fics. Until I wrote them. Now I seem to always teeter in the gray area 😂😂 but get out of your comfort zone. Put your music on random, and find a song to write a one shot out of.

🖤 Some people may hate this advice, but...leave your "one shots" open ended. Let yourself and your readers ask question. Get your wheels turning. I know it's a joke on my blog, but A LOT of my series have taken off from a one shot. A LOT. But look at how my one shots end, open ended. Sometimes you just can't leave that story and characters alone until you know.

🖤 This is going to sound crazy, but put your characters in situations (in your head) and think about how they would react in their situation. I am terrible at the descriptive parts. The easiest part for me is dialogue, and that's because I flesh out my characters by their speech, their reactions to a situation, even if I don't write about it. That's how you create a well rounded character. So you have a sweet character; how does she react to cheating? What would she do if someone was rude to her in public? Things like that. This is why I hate editing because a lot of the first draft is dialogue.

36. How do you write kissing scenes?

🖤 Do I write kissing scenes? I know there's a few, but I honestly tend to gloss over them. They're so hard! I tend to write kissing and sexy scenes not straight. So it's not like you're reading an instruction manual. Instead add a little bit of the action, followed by what the reader or the partner(s) are feeling/thinking. Even with sex scenes, how is that person making them feel? Is this the moment that things change? Do they know they're falling? Is this angry? Is it sweet? Is it breakup/the last chance kiss/sex?

56. What's something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

🖤 Dialogue. I don't know if it's because I grew up in the middle of nowhere, and had to create my own worlds while out in the woods, but dialogue is always the easiest to me. It's the first thing I write, and sometimes I feel a can do a whole chapter with dialogue. Maybe I'm more suited to scripts then lol.

🖤 Changing a character's overall demeanor (dark/soft/soft!dark!) but also keeping the overall attitude about the character. It's why I like writing Steve Rogers dark, Ransom soft, Lloyd soft, Andy a bit dark/manipulative. I literally made people hate Andy Barber because of Desperate Affairs 😂 and even made people hate Frank in Closer to Heaven. I like doing that.

🖤 Crossovers. I love throwing in random characters in the mix. I can't think of a story that I have done where that hasn't been a cross over. I also like multiple love interests (and they're usually Chrises 😂)

#writer asks

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skrunklybf-archived · 2 years

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Hi Rory!! I see your requests are open 👀 I would like to ask for "if one day I decided to leave, would you run away with me?" with Levi from this random dialogue prompts!! 💖

- Rei <3 @levi-supreme

hi my baby 🥹💓 i'm so sorry this took a little to get out but i hope you like it hehehe <3 love me some levi

warnings: angst!! mention of blood & canon typical violence

Water drops race down the side of your arm as you raise the cloth to his face. Levi watches you as you work, his expression pulled into one you can't easily read -- he's good at that -- but he can read you like a book. The worry lines at your eyes replace the ones brought on by his favorite smile and it makes his chest hurt just the slightest bit more. Cracked ribs were nothing compared to heartache.

Silence permeates the field infirmary. The thin canvas tent walls keep you just warm enough to stop shivering, but your body shakes on its own as you dab away at the blood and grime sticking to Levi's pale skin.

You should be used to this by now. Training to be a medic isn't for the faint of heart. It isn't the gore that bothers you so deeply now, but the man you're fixing up: Humanity's Strongest, your soft spot for the past handful of years. He sighs when a sniffle escapes your struggling form.

"If you want to say something, say it." Levi's tone is edged when he breaks the blanket of quiet suffocating you. The rag in your hand, dotted with blood, pauses over a cut reaching up into his hairline.

"This was too close," you reply, doing a decent job at keeping your voice steady, "too close, Levi."

He stares at you, his gaze steeled. Years ago the action would've shook you to your core. Now, it scratches inside your brain like a fly buzzing around the room.

"I'm alive, aren't I?" he says flatly, "and so are you."

"How long can you keep this up?"

"As long as I need to."

You drop your hands to your sides, lips curling downward. They twitch at the ends when you open your mouth again. "Cut the shit. Do you want to die? Is that it?"

If Levi had a reaction to the ire seeping out of you, he doesn't show it, his body already rigid against the stiff cot. Despite being the person you look up to the most, Levi has a particular way of grating your nerves like nobody else you've ever met. He turns his head, breaking the heavy eye contact.

"If I wanted to die I'd be dead already." he clenches his jaw. "I'm fine. You can go."

A few seconds pass where you're unable to move, just staring at his battered form as it lay in rapidly dirtying bandages, his hands folded neatly over his bare stomach. Levi is a stone, but he's not unbothered by your words. He furrows his brow when you sniff again, tears clouding your view.

"I can't keep doing this. I don't want to keep doing this."

"Erwin selected you for medical training--"

"I don't give a fuck about the medic program, Levi!" The rag in your hand is tossed aggressively into a hazard bucket at the edge of his cot. Murky water sloshes out the rim from your force. Levi turns his eyes back to you.

"I mean this, all of this! Is this what you really want for the rest of your life? Cracked ribs, broken ankle," your voice breaks, a surge of tears rolling down your cheeks as you speak shakily, "me, cleaning up your blood. Is this it for you? For us?"

Levi pushes himself into a sitting position, gritting his teeth and ignoring your protests. "This is what you signed up for. This is my shitty life. I don't know what you expected, but this is reality." The bite behind his tone is undermined by the quickly softening expression melting over his face. He watches you swipe away at the fat tears, watches you wrap your arms around yourself in a comforting fashion. Levi sighs, wincing just slightly at the pain, and runs his hands through his dark hair. "It's... not ideal. I get that. I'm trying to change that."

"It's not all up to you, Levi."

"It's not? People died today, you saw it. People are going to keep dying unless I do something about it."

"You're so fucking hardheaded. And what if you die? What then?"

Levi swallows. He lays back down slowly, closing his eyes, but no peace falls below the action. "I won't."

You're at a loss. The invisible wall between you two glares at you, nearly taunting with its chilled exterior, and a sigh wracks your weak body. Exhaustion, frustration, grief -- you're sick of it all. The desk propped up a few feet away offers a steady surface to lean on while you steady yourself.

"If I decided to leave..." you begin, tone falling soft, "live a normal life... no titans, no fighting... would you come with me?"

Levi, with his eyes firmly held shut, lets the question float around the room. His throat scratches with every breath. An ache continually washes over his body, head to toe, but the squeezing in his heart feels familiar; he finds himself thinking back to quieter days; days spent walking around tiny villages with you at his side, your face lighting up at market stalls and performers and even front lawn gardens tended to by plump housewives. He thinks about your favorite flowers, and how you smiled from ear to ear when he surprised you with a bouquet of them just because. The quiet, domestic roleplay you two conducted in the privacy of his office never felt more sweet.

"Levi...?" your voice brings him back, his eyes cracking open to view your shuddering form in the low light. His mouth opens, but words die in his throat before they can escape. A heavy haze keeps your breaths irregular.

"I... can't."

"But would you?"

He watches you, lips molding into a tight line. "We can have that. All of that and everything," he remembers holding your hand for the first time, a comforting warmth seeping under his skin, "just let me finish my job first. I promise."

#request #babes #i love you!!! so much!!!#levi x reader #levi ackerman #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan

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mammon-satan-blog · 2 years

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Hey this is a vent post

This will be dealing with some sensitive topics

This also talks about a bit of an issue I have

You have been warned

I have a problem

To others it might seem like it's not that big of a problem some might think it's normal.

But this isn't normal.

I can't control it.

I Daydream a lot

I don't know you must be thinking 'oh that is completely normal everyone Daydreams'

But what I do is a bit different.

When I daydream I have to keep moving. I cannot sit still. Whether it be pacing around my room, rocking back and forth on my bed, or tossing and turning the vigorously on my bed.

I'll make random noises out of the blue.

When I daydream I can go on for hours. To the point where sometimes I forget to eat I forget to shower I forget to take care of my personal needs.

And ever so slowly it takes from me

And the thing that's so scary about when I daydream is that it makes me love it.

I can create anything. I can make myself look different, make myself look like what I always wished to be.

It wraps its arms around me and whispers in my ear telling me that I'm safe that I have nothing to worry about.

It has claws around my throat making it feel like a hug.

And it hurts me

I don't feel it hurt me but I know it does. But I don't want to let go I want to let it keep squeezing it's claws around me as it whispers that I'm safe, that it's the only one that can understand me that.

This is where I belong.

It's nothing but sweet addicting bitter poison

The thing is I don't see it. I don't see how it makes my eyes gloss over and make me stare off into the distance.

I often think that I need help.

But how am I supposed to tell someone without sounding crazy.

'oh yeah I spent hours pacing back and forth alone in my room making stories and elaborate plots with characters who I speak out their dialogue and care for more than anything and respond to myself. I also listen to music that makes it more interesting more pumped up and more depth. And some songs will spiral down into a new story or plot' and 'I get highly emotional when I make these daydreams I also channel up the emotions of the characters I create.'

And what sucks about it is when you become aware. When reality sinks its teeth in. You realize none of it was real. The emotions, the love, the happiness you felt was just a figment of your imagination. You realize that no one will ever feel that for you. that it's just in your head. That this isn't what you really look like or sound like. You're not a famous person or a wizard or an angle

You're just you

And I hate being around people because people make noise and they're talking and I can never get back into it.

People tell me every time they look at me I look angry or irritated. Or when they try to talk to me I just give them short answers or brush them off.

I just like to be alone

Me and the world I created for myself.

I've lost myself in the world that doesn't exist.

And I don't think I want to be found.

#mammon-satan-blog #mammon-satan-blog vent #vent #mammon-satan-blog talks

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hard-core-super-star · 7 months

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I think I sent the last ask and forgot to make it anonymous, I'm going to faint right now. about comfort, do you say about writing something small and quick or is it about some fluff? 🤔

well, looking at the bright side is looking at my side, after all, a star has to shine so- “unless” lmao. unless what? don't be shy finish the sentence.

are you defending me from the reference you made that I didn't get? Kejskakwk there's a whole conspiracy behind this 119% and now I understand it, but I didn't expect it to be something random, I thought it had to do with your age.

RIGHT? even the dialogues between themselves are incredible. NO RUBIX, EVEN THEN YOU CANNOT TAKE THE PHONES!!! but I completely agree, Children shouldn't have access to the phone at such a young age, but I think what's even worse is children who at that age have already developed an addiction.

It took me a while to learn that there wasn't just one Robin in the bat-family lmao. but yes, if it makes sense then I will continue to love them the same, even though I am called a “fake fan” by a certain someone-

It's really cool that you just go after the poorly written part of the shows and throw rocks at them and then just rant about it. It's not a complaint, I'm for it whatever you call it. Firestorm! wow, I'm really bad with names too, jesus. Oh yeah- I see it, but hey, it can still be given to you, but by yourself. you can write after all. I don't remember who they are 😭😭 the thing about them being irrelevant is real apparently (I'm literally almost asleep writing this, there's probably something that doesn't make any sense, now let's see if I have enough strength to answer the next one)

– 🌟

you definitely sent it on anon so don't worry about it. and if you ever do forget, i’ll just delete it and pretend it never happened. i respect your decision to stay anonymous and mysterious. honestly, it's a bit of both. writing fluff can be incredibly therapeutic for me and writing those short headcanon sets makes me feel better about going so many days without posting a full fic. i still take forever to write the headcanon sets though which doesn't leave me with the greatest feeling in the world but oh well.

alskdkdk that's an excellent way to put it, i approve. in the words of my favorite star,”nuh-uh, no way.” two can play the game of unfinished sentences. the only difference is my unfinished sentences are still obvious so 👀

i was trying to help you feel better about not getting it and i think i succeeded. it's also not completely random, to be fair. i have a strong attachment to the song because i was born on a 19 [i’ll keep the month a secret for now because it's fun] which means that yes, it does also have to do with my age ‘cause i’m nineteen [call me. that's a reference to the song lmao] unrelated but i have 19 tattooed on me but in roman numeral version because i could.

i truly don't know how they came up with such amazing lines and this is making me want to replay the game ‘cause it’s been a WHILE since the last time i played it. fine 🙄 i won't take their phones. i’ll just silently judge them instead. exactly!!! it's concerning and i don't care how hypocritical it makes me sound.

skskjdjdjs i want to judge but i get it lmao. damn, that certain someone sounds like a cool person with a great sense of judgement 👀

i think it's just hard for me to turn off my writer brain sometimes so when i see something not done the way I think it should be done, i start trying to rewrite it in my head. sometimes that leads to fics, other times i just rant a lot. akdkkdksj it’s okay, they're genuinely not that important, in my opinion. they should have just focused on idk, giving caitlin a real storyline instead of adding new characters every other episode. [i thought your sentences made sense, don't worry. i’m also half-asleep writing this so bear with me and my tendency to skip over grammar mistakes when i’m tired 😶]

#rubix replies #🌟

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taeyamayang · 3 years

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hq boys' reaction when someone flirts with you

a/n: another impulsive idea. part 2's content will composed of the freshmen

PAIRING: character x reader

GENRE: jealousy | fluff | established relationship

disclaimer: purely based on how i perceive each character

karasuno ver. part 1

(daichi, sugawara, asahi, nishinoya, & tanaka)

daichi

we can all agree that daichi is the most mature person in karasuno team

so he's the least person to pull petty stunts when dealing with jealousy

but the lowkey conversation starters and flirty gestures won't easily pass his gaze

when he sees it, he knows it

so when someone approaches you and flirts with you he immediately walks to your side

he stands there like he's initially part of the conversation

exchanging glances with the third party albeit keeping a friendly smile on his face

it's all chill and fine until the back of his hand brushes against yours

he interlocks hands with you, catching you off guard with the random affection

he turns his head to you

he gives you a quick smile as he squeezes your hand

he pulls his orbs back to the third party, shooting him a knowing look to back off as he slightly sways your joined hands back and forth

like an alpha quietly claiming what's his'

sugawara

he's mature..

okay, but most of the time he's not

he is perceptive and let's give it to him but unlike daichi i bet he's the type to deal with jealousy in a bit.. petty way

he sees it from a distance, the third party is trying to get your attention although uneasiness is written all over your face

he nears you and instantly begins a conversation with the stranger

at first it seems like a normal dialogue, he starts it off by getting the person's name but it escalates quickly when he says

"hey, are you busy?" his voice a bit tensed

at least for you since you know him well

the third party raises a brow, confused with the sudden shift

"cause me and ____, is a bit busy today." he anchors his arm around your shoulder. his hand rubbing against your deltoid. "we are going on a date." he emphasized the last word before sealing it with a deceiving smile

and no, you don't have a planned date with him today but it seems like you have now.

he bids the stranger farewell before dragging you away from them

and when the distance is decent enough to talk behind them, you nudge his side thus earning a loud exaggerated aw from him

"you're so petty, suga." you say and he flashes you a innocent looking full teeth smile

asahi

unlike the first two i don't think he will approach you when someone flirts with you

instead he will sit near the two of you

it's his way of telling you he's there for you so when worse comes to worst you know he has your back

he will let you handle it yourself because he trusts you and your ways

you spot him sitting by the benches with a towel drapped over his right shoulder

his palm supporting his chin as he leans forward, watching you interact with the intruder

the stranger asks you if you have a spare time to kill and maybe you might want to spend it with him

you immediately decline his offer but their hand is quick enough to touch the side of your arm making you uncomfortable

then, you knew that it is the right time to do it

you smirk

you point at asahi, pulling a smile as you do so

"he's my boyfriend." you wrinkle your nose at him and he instantly takes it as a cue for him to stand

he pulls himself up and walks toward the two of you

ngl, his facial hair coupled with his long hair tied up in a bun, his huge stance, and his well-built figure gives off an intimidating look

you can visibly see the stranger gulping as asahi approaches the two of you

"hi, babe." he says. the plan seemed to work as the stranger quietly excuses himself out. as soon as the person leaves, asahi gaze focuses on you and in a snap his facial features softens.

"are you okay?" he says as he tucks a stray hair behind your ear. he pouts at you and his eyes stretches into a thin line. you reassure him and his thumb find its way up to your cheek, caressesing your exposed skin.

his exterior might look intimidating but he is as soft as a cotton ball

nishinoya

he knows that someone has been eyeing at you since the match started

noya has no idea who the person is, probably a bystander who happen to drop by and watch the match, but they have been getting on his nerves now

especially because he's playing for his team and obviously can't do anything about it

the stranger approaches you halfway through the first set and starts a conversation

he learns that you root for karasuno and he says the same

cliché

"who do you think is the best player on the team?" the stranger asks at the same time the referee whistles for a time out.

noya locks eyes with you. his hustled feet takes him to you. you can see the stranger's surprised face through your peripheral vision when the libero approaches you.

your boyfriend pushes a hand toward you, his palm facing the high ceiling of the gym.

"tape my fingers for me?" he says and you immediately mutter "sure"

he briefly glances to the person next to you before nodding at him, acting as if he didn't notice he was there.

you know what he's up to. in fact, his whole team knows it too as everyone's head is turned to your direction watching the scenario unravel

you cut the tape therafter flattening the edge down

"there, all done." you smile at him

"thanks, babe. i love you." he says before jogging back to his teammates, seconds before the referee whistles again.

you know he did it on purpose since he usually don't say those three words easily especially in public

you clear your throat and keep your eyes glued to noya. he catches you staring at him. he shoots you a smile before focusing back to the game.

"him, i think he's the best player."

tanaka

although tanaka is known for his energetic and loud persona

i think he's not the aggressive type when dealing with his emotions that involves another person

he will wait for you to finish the conversation with the potential suitor before approaching you

"what did they say?" he asks.

"they asked for my number." you nonchalantly say as the two of you walk side by side

he's unusually quiet

"you don't actually think i gave them my number, right?" you pause and face him. he looks away. his eyes focused on elsewhere but you. his eyebrows are crossed

"they have a nice built and a pretty face. i can tell by the looks of them that they have people lining up for them." the creases around his forehead deepens

"but i have you." you say searching for his eyes

"but you know i would never limit you to anything or in this case anyone you want."

"i have you and that's all i want. that's more than enough for me." his eyes meet with yours. a hint of blush painting his face.

"don't say that." he mutters, biting the insides of his cheeks.

"im saying this because it's true and you need to hear this." you end your sentence with a laugh as soon as you noticed how red his face is. you hold yourself back from pinching his cheeks.

"you're cute when you're jealous."

a/n: i hope you enjoy this! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated thanks for reading~

Masterlist | accepting request for this upcoming series

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robert-de-niro-only-fans · 3 years

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Dewey Decimal System

Max Cady x Reader in the library, no plot, just smut

Dedicating this little work to @droogiesanddiscourse who just today found out she's graduating with honors!!! I'm so proud of you bb!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

TW: smut, public sex, explicit/raunchy dialogue, Max Cady in general?

Word Count: 2.2k

“My baby’s so smart, knowing how to find any book in the library,” your boyfriend, Max, coos quietly to you as you saunter through the aisles and aisles of books, softly leading him with his hand in yours. “You know I didn’t learn to read until my stay in the big house, but I never did learn numbers all that well. I’m glad my little princess can navigate this, uh, what do you call it? Dew something?’

“The Dewey Decimal System!” you whisper in a giggle.

“The Dewey Decimal System...” he tried the words out on his tongue, “Well, I’m glad you can lead me in the right direction, angel.”

“Oop, right here!!” you point up at a tall shelf. Max’s body crashes into yours, nearly landing you both on the floor, as you stopped so suddenly.

“Goodness gracious, girlie, you must be excited to do some reading, huh?” his voice rumbles lowly next to your ear. His muscular arms wrap tightly around your midsection, pressing your backside against him. You can feel his arousal stirring already; he really has no qualms about doing nasty things to you, any time, anywhere. “Oh, baby, I’m already thinking about you reading to me... Hearing that sweet little voice say such naughty things, those pretty little lips forming unholy syllables...” And in true Max Cady fashion, his fingertips are already teasing at the edge of your skirt, threatening for his rough palms to attack your delicate thighs.

You feel a single finger creep up to your hip, teasing at the waistband of your panties, “I hope you aren’t particularly fond of these, ‘cuz they’re coming off now, honey.” And with that, his other hand quickly follows the first one up your skirt and before you could even protest, the man is on his knees and the lacy underwear around your ankles. He helps you out of them as is you were a toddler, getting them over your shoes.

He quickly snatches a book from the bottom shelf and flips it open to a random page before stuffing your panties in it and shoving it back on the shelf. “Max!!!” you whisper-yell.

“What?” he plays dumb, standing back up to press himself into your backside again. “You don’t want someone findin’ your panties? Knowin’ what we did in here? Mmm, well I wanna spread the word about you, baby... Besides, they can use it as a bookmark.” His hands grip your hipbones and he gives you a sloppy kiss on your neck, making a loud slurping noise.

“Max! Shhh!!”

“You’re so cute, all worried about getting caught. You think we’ll get in trouble if someone sees us, or god forbid if someone hears us in this quiet place?”

“Maaaaxxx...” you whine.

“Mm, yeah? You like that idea? Someone hearing the way I turn you into a whore for me? You don’t sound as innocent as you look once I get you goin’.” His hand slides around to your sex, teasing you roughly through the smooth fabric of your skirt, and when you let out a little whimper, it only proves his point.

"Alright, princess, why don't you grab us that book we're looking for?" Following his question, Max's strong arms easily hoist you off the ground, lifting you up, up, up to reach that top shelf and pull down one of Max's favorite books: 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳. Oh, and don't think that he missed the opportunity to peak under that skirt...

• • •

As you and Max relax in two adjacent armchairs that he scooted close together, you recite prose from your boyfriend's favorite author. Just a few pages in, you're already at one of his favorite parts. You can read the sheer excitement on Max's face when he says, "Alright, darlin', you better speak up for this next part, you know how much I like the dirty bits."

You look around, making sure no one is nearby, and you start, "'At night when I look at Boris' goatee lying on the pillow I get hysterical.'"

"Louder," Max tilts his head forward, looking at you from under his brow bone.

You raise your voice only slightly, "'O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs?'"

"I can't hear you..." he chimes devilishly.

"'There is a bone in my prick six inches long...'"

"And what's he gonna do with it?" Like he doesn't already know.

"'I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, Tania, big with seed,'" you look around again, checking for any poor passersby, "'I will send you home to your Sylvester with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out.'"

Max let's out a low whistle, "That Henry Miller suuuure knew what he was talking about, huh?" He leans forwards and rather directly slides his hand under your skirt, thumb quickly parting your lips to find that special little bundle of nerves.

You gasp loudly, and Max continues, "Yeah? You want me to turn your womb inside out like he did to Tania? Make that little cunt smooth with my big cock?" His voice is just loud enough that it still sounds intimate but anyone walking by could easily hear.

In an attempt to quiet your moans, you press on reading, "’Your Sylvester! Yes, he knows how to build a fire-‘"

"’But I know how to inflame a cunt!’" Max finishes your sentence for you before pulling you up out of your chair and into his lap, where his fingers quickly find their place between your thighs as if it is the most natural thing in the world to him. "Keep reading, princess," he whispers softly in your ear.

You become aware of his hard length pressing into your thigh, as you read the line, "’I shoot hot bolts into you, Tania, I make your ovaries incandescent.’”

Max lets out a deep moan that rumbles your eardrums and presses some kisses to your cheek and jawline.

“‘Your Sylvester is a little jealous now? He feels something, does he? He feels the remnants of my big prick. I have set the shores a little wider. I have ironed out the wrinkles,’” Max starts to rut against you in his lap. His hands take a firm grip on your hips and slide you back and forth against the erection trapped in his pants. You keep going, “‘After me you can take on stallions, bulls, rams, drakes, St. Bernards. You can stuff toads, bats, lizards up your rectum. You can shit arpeggios if you like, or string a zither across your navel.’”

His moans become quite noisy and his hands search for your flesh; one hand slipping under the edge of your shirt to feel the soft skin of your tummy, the other getting an anchor hold on your hair and giving it a rough tug. You inhale sharply wincing at the pain. You can tell Max is getting needy for you; it would never cease to fascinate you how some little girl (anyone is small next to his towering muscular frame) could have so much control over him.

“‘I am fucking you, Tania, so that you'll stay fucked. And if you are afraid of being fucked publicly I will fuck you privately-‘“

“Damn, that sounds like a good idea,” Max grunts out and unzips his pants, “I sure hope you aren’t afraid of being fucked publicly.”

His next few actions only take a few seconds, and before you can even realize it, you’ve been hoisted up and swiftly dropped down onto your boyfriend’s thick cock. You somehow let out a gasp and a squeal at the same time, and Max claps his hand over your mouth. The only other sound is the thud of the book hitting the floor and closing. Where Max wanted you to speak up before, now it’s time for the quiet game...

“How’s that feel? Daddy’s big cock stretching out those tight walls, huh?” Clearly, it’s a rhetorical question since his hand stays clasped over your mouth. It’s Max’s turn to tease you with his words. “You always take me so well, my little princess. You think if anyone walked by they would know that you’re filled to the brim with my prick? You’ve been trained well, baby girl, you can take me and no one knows I’m inside you, but I know how turned on you are, I felt how wet you were when I was touching you. You wanted this, and I bet everyone knows how much you wanted it, I bet that librarian in the next room knows you have your pussy stuffed right now.”

In all honestly, this guy Ryan had just started working at the library; he had hoped it would be more a bit more relaxing than his job at the local drive-in movie theatre. But Ryan recognized you and Max when you came in, and he really, REALLY doesn’t want another awkward interaction with your boyfriend, so he’s gonna leave you to do whatever you want in the back room of the library...

His hand still covers your mouth as you lean your head back onto his shoulder, looking at him out the corner of your eye. His other arm braces your hips, keeping you flush to him so you can feel every time his member twitches. “You feel me, princess? Feel that ‘bone in my prick’ and how bad I want you?”

You nod your head as much as his grip will allow, eyes never leaving his.

“If I can be frank, sweetheart, Daddy’s never been good at this whole cockwarming thing like you are. It always leaves me wanting more, and you know Daddy can’t resist having more of you... Whaddaya say we play horsey instead? I’ll bounce you on my lap like the dumb little baby doll you are, just like your old man did for you when you were a kid."

You let out an excited little whimper, and Max moves his hands to your hips. "Now I can't keep a hand on your mouth anymore. Think you can keep quiet for me?"

You nod your head excitedly and whisper as quietly as you can, "Yes, sir, Daddy. Can I have a kiss?"

"Aww, of course you can, angel," his lips meet yours in a wet, unrefined fashion, giving you the rough kind of kiss you need. Max also takes this moment to start bouncing you in his lap, just like horsey. With your lips pressed to his, it muffles any sounds that escape the two of you.

His thrusts are small and quick, but actually really satisfying at this angle. The girth of him presses against that special spot inside you. That combined with the thrill of possibly getting caught already has that feeling creeping up in your belly. Your nails dig into his hips looking for something to ground you as you find ecstasy in your orgasm.

But your climax isn't gonna stop Max from what he's doing. He continues to bounce you on his lap, whispering, "Mmm, finished so soon? You must like bouncing on my cock. Bouncy, bouncy..."

You bite your lip, still riding out your orgasm as he continually slams into your g-spot. When a drawn out little whine hums out of you, Max shushes you with a "Shhhh, shhh, baby. You're doing so good, such a good girl for Daddy. Just a little longer, I'm so close, princess."

With your brows furrowed and eyes closed tight, you brave yourself on the arms of the chair. You feel two calloused fingertips at your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, taking them in.

"There that'll keep you quiet for this next part," Max warns before absolutely plowing his hips up into you as fast as he can. His other hand maintains such a firm grip on your side, you think he'll probably leave bruises.

Max chokes back a deep grunt and pulls you down into his lap to spill his seed inside you. You feel his length jolting and that warm gooey liquid. You both sit there catching your breath, and Max wraps his arms around you in a loving embrace.

He gets you to look at him, placing another dirty kiss to your mouth. Then he pulls you off of him, stand up, places you back down on the chair, and gets his pants zipped up.

"Um. Max?" you whisper, a little tense.

"What is it, little darlin'?" He gets on his knees in front of you, placing his big hands on your thighs.

"Uhhh... I think there's gonna be a little mess on this chair," you get right next to his ear and oh so quietly tell him, "it's, uh, leaking."

"Aww, are you worried about leaving some of my cum on the chair?" he places a hand on your chin, "That was the point, baby. The librarian can handle it." Max gives you a wink before taking you by the hand and leading you out of the library.

Poor Ryan.... Scarred again by Max and his girl, and now he has to clean up after them.

#max cady #cape fear #robert de niro #robert de niro x reader #robert de niro fanfic #fanfic

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aio-rya · 3 years

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Theory — Malleus Overblot and Lilia's Participation

As I said earlier on the first part of the theory, Lilia's concern for Malleus is the same as a father for a son, since he raised the Prince and has been by his side his entire life —Malleus himself has said that Lilia is family, plus they both raised little Silver and, later, Sebek was left under Lilia's care.

Now, the point of this is to explain some facts I've noticed on the opening and some influence the ancient fae may have at the very end of this adventure.

We can split two points from here:

He find out something about his family which Lilia was aware of, but never told him was it an order or for his own sake —in case he don't know or what he know is not the truth. Obviously, this will break the decades of trust he had over his guard and, additional to it, we won't be able to comfort him. Lilia has been present over Malleus' entire life, which means he knows —maybe better than anyone but Malleus' Grandmother 『who is, according to Malleus conversation with Sebek, the Witch of Thorns herself』¹— what happened to his parents or even if she had something to do with that. I bet she hadn't, but this game has brought us many unexpected turns and we are, actually, talking about a Twisted place where fairytales are not what we have already seen.

Malleus is hiding something from Lilia, not only because he's always chased because of his royal title and he don't like it, but the feeling of loneliness growing up because of MC. He might be confused about his feelings but he is a Prince, he is one of the most powerful mages on NRC and he is one of the greatest five in the world —he is aware of his image and he will repress his feeling to keep it like that.

The first one is not that probable, why? Malleus himself knows about his parents or at least that's what he had let us see. And he loves his grandmother so much as even he helped her back home with throne issues.

But the second is some different matter. He has always been lonely, hasn't he? They were only Mr. Vanrouge and him and not always since Lilia used to travel a lot alone and her grandmother, as a Queen, had too much to deal with. He knew nothing else than an almost empty castle, though his excuse is that he is "used to it". We can even see that's not true at all when Lilia talks with Deuce on his SR Halloween Card about how he played Trick or Treat with Silver when he was a toddler, the kid knocked at the door and Lilia pretend to be a different person every time until his bucket was full of sweets and Malleus asked if he really did that and why they never did it together? Of course, since he helped raising Silver too, he won't argue and it was just "a comment".

But we take another theory: something about Silver. We know he's the adoptive child of Lilia but how? Why? What happened? We could argue that Malleus might have lost control over some village on his dragon form, but Silver is a 17 year old man, and Lilia said Malleus learnt self-control long ago, some time after burning his bangs but what if this is not true? Maybe Malleus had an accident and Lilia was in charge of easing such memories but considering the youngest fae's power it's less probable. We don't know how Lilia got Silver but what if he just arrived to the castle with him? What if there's some hidden truth in there? A fact is that, as we see on the Wish Upon a Star event, Lilia has always wanted peace but he painfully states that there has always been war between fae and human kind, even though there's peace now, he said history is a cicle. Malleus is sort of fond of Silver too, his own way, but what happens if he discovers something?

Now, we have assured that this Overblot will be Malleus —yeah, at some point I thought it could be Lilia or Sebek too since Silver... Well, is Silver, he's such a pure creature. Buuut... why? Grimm's Overblot. He has many of the characteristic references to the past transformations and maybe the most remarkable is a pair of huge dragon wings. And we know Malleus is a dragon fae.

Now, the relevance of Lilia on this arc which was re original explanation. Not only because of his relationship with Malleus, independently from the already mentioned theories, but because he is mastered on every magic too.

That leads me to this part of the cinematic:

Lilia Vanrouge is not only an ancient and wise fae but a very powerful one too. He may be gentle, sort of spontaneous and mysterious, but when he get serious, he is a mage to fear.

He's chasing Malleus trough the forest once, here, he is on a triple formation with Sebek and Silver, two men he raised and trained on magic and combat. The attack Lilia releases is very powerful, why would he need such kind of magic on a school?

As I already said, I don't like making theories out of the opening since almost none of the scenes have had any coincidence but the possible context of the two cinematic is just exciting.

Think it this way: Lilia is the only character who has lived long enough to get to know Malleus as well as he knows himself, as well his magic level is the only one who can get near, even for a bit, to Malleus' and the most important thing, prince Draconia listen to him and Lilia knows how to calm him down and how to comfort him.

If there is only one person able to fight and defeat Malleus power, is him.

1 — On the dialogue between Sebek and Malleus, the first one praises the prince's habilites over the Witch of Thorns'. Malleus asks him to lower his praises since "She was more powerful than even any of the other Great Seven. My power can't even hold a candle against my grandmother's. She's so advanced so there's no point on comparing us when she's on a whole other level."

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I hope you enjoy this random stuff that just pop into my head. If you want to share out of here, please ask and leave credits~

#ツイステッドフンダラーンド #ツイステ #twst #twisted wonderland #ディアソムニア寮 #マレウス・ドラコニア #リリア・ヴァンルージュ #diasomnia #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland lilia #Random theories by Aiorya

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fandomjuxtaposition · 3 years

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

thanks to @mrbinglee @aemondtargaryen and @keepthemclose for the tag! If anyone else tagged me, I didn't see it because Tumblr is a little bitch.

How many works do you have on AO3?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

230,253(!)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF

And many years ago, Harry Potter on my livejournal (I'm old, y'all) and a very small fic archive

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Butterflies

Obligations

A Better Story

An Unexpected Betrothal

Something Special

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

So, I usually do. If someone has taken time out of their day to write me a comment, I feel like I should at least acknowledge it. But, I haven’t in a while because, well, I don’t know. I look at that inbox and the number keeps growing, and I kind of stick my head in the sand because I don't want to deal with it. But I promise I am going to get to them. I really need to.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

No angst for me! Life is a shitshow, and I want happy endings.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Um, all of them? Like I said, happy endings are my jam.

Do you write crossovers? If yes, what’s the craziest thing you’ve written?

Nope.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully not.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. The smutty kind that I hope works. Smut is a weird thing because it feels like you're sharing something very personal and then going "I hope this turns you on!"

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic?

No, but I’m not opposed to the idea.

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Ooh. This is hard. The only ship I’ve ever really written for is Gendrya, and they have my heart. But my other favorites are Harry/Ginny (my OG OTP), Katniss/Peeta, Anne Elliot/Captain Wentworth from Persuasion and Lord Peter Wimsey/Harriet Vane from the Dorothy Sayers mysteries.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have some random bits of fics taunting me in my drafts that I really do want to get to, but I don’t know if I’ll ever finish all of them. Might do some of them as very short one shots just to get them out of my head.

What’s your writing strengths?

Oh, I don’t like these kinds of questions because then I feel like someone’s going to go pbbbth, you suck at that. But, I think I’m pretty good at structuring a story, and I quite like some of my descriptions. Plus, grammar, spelling, and punctuation. (English Education degree)

What’s your writing weaknesses?

I always feel like my vocabulary is woefully lacking, like I consistently use the same words over and over, and how many times can I use that phrase?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

Never done it. I would butcher it if I did. But when other people do it, it’s very cool.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Halcyon

Tagging @thereluctantbadger, @obsessivewriter, @sneetchstar and anyone else who is interested.

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prettyyoungandbored · 3 years

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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Seven

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC

Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)

Warning: This chapter contains description of a heavy panic attack. Please read at your own risk.

Taglist: dragonballluver, disgraceful-marvel-trash, barikawho (Let me know if you want to be tagged in this!)

Author’s Note: A chunk of dialogue in this chapter comes from the movie and has been expanded on to fit the storyline.

“And when exactly is your mother planning to visit us?” Monsignor O’Malley inquired as he followed Demetria.

Demetria snapped a photo of the hallway before looking over her shoulder. “Most likely next month. Once I send her the photos , she’ll work on drafts and whenever she comes, we can all sit down and discuss how to go about the process.” She snapped her fingers. “You know what, I have her business card with me because she sometimes does work in Gotham City.”

She pulled out her wallet from her purse and handed Monsignor O’Malley the thing off white card. “She’ll be happy to answer any of your questions and or concerns.”

He smiled as he took the card. “This is awfully generous of you, Ms. Gallagher. We can’t tell you how grateful we are.”

“It’s the least I can do,” she waved her hand. “Both Bruce and I want to make sure you, the sisters, and the boys are taken care of with whatever you need.” She paused. “How are the boys doing?”

“They’re wonderful.”

“Oh good! I was actually wondering if I could go say ‘hi’ or-.”

“Unfortunately the boys are on a field trip with the sisters.”

Demetria nodded understandingly, trying to hide her disappointment. “Absolutely.” Then an idea hit her. “Do the nuns teach the boys?”

“Some do. We’ve been thinking about incorporating more schooling into the boys schedules, but we’re a little short staffed and not all the nuns feel comfortable teaching certain subjects.”

“I’d love to step in,” Demetria offered.

Monsignor O’Malley raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What is it you would teach?”

“I’m excellent at English. All levels. I was a TA my senior year of high school. I even minored in it in college.”

Monsignor O’Malley nodded his head, impressed. “Well, if it doesn’t interfere with your schedule-.”

“I don’t have one,” she laughed.

He chuckled. “Then I suppose it’s something we can try out. Are you free next week?”

Her eyes lit up. “Absolutely!’ I would love that!”

Before she could say more, the sound of her phone ringing cut her off. She gave Monsignor O’Malley an apologetic smile as she dug into her bag. “Excuse me one second.”

She glanced down to see it was a reminder that she had to start getting ready for the fundraiser.

“Please excuse me, but I’ve got to head out,” Demetria said. “Remember, if you have any questions, you have my number as well as my mom’s.”

“Of course. I also look forward to discussing you working here.”

“I do as well.”

The two shook hands and Demetria headed out of the orphanage.

She had taken Bruce’s Cadillac XLR, seeing as it was the only semi-low-key-looking car he owned and the only one she didn’t get anxious driving. She wished he had owned something a little less glamorous for trips like this, hating how it made her look, but it was what it was.

As she she opened the driver’s side door, she noticed a photographer snapping her from the distance. The two stared at each for a moment, acknowledging just what was going on. She exhaled softly, mentally reminding herself to keep it together.

Since her essay was published, the media outlets had backed off a bit. The Gotham Times were still insistent of doing a piece on her and published one on her, but it turned out to be a dud as no one close to her would speak to them with the exception of her former News Director and the Head Booker, her other boss. It also helped that a local mob boss was mysteriously killed and the news decided to fixate on that.

She gave him a quick, tired smile before she slid inside and closed the door, driving off.

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Back at the Wayne Penthouse, Bruce adjusted the cuffs of his pristine white dress shirt as he made his way down the stairs.

Alfred wrapped up his conversation with the party planners and turned his attention to Bruce.

“I think your fundraiser will be a great success,” Alfred remarked.

“Why do you think I want to hold a party for Harvey Dent?” Bruce questioned, almost annoyed at the thought of it.

“I assumed it was your usual reason for socializing beyond myself and the scum of Gotham’s underbelly to try to impress Miss Gallagher.”

“Very droll, very wrong,” Bruce responded, glancing up for a brief moment.

Alfred looked over his shoulder for a moment, noticing the party planners were not in the room. “Have you considered telling Miss Gallagher what it is you’re doing at night?” Alfred inquired in a voice low enough for Bruce to hear him.

Bruce glanced up. It wasn’t the first time this conversation came up between the two. “Soon.”

“Before or after you say ‘I do’?”

“When the time is right.”

“Perhaps she should truly know what she’s getting herself into.”

Bruce stopped in his tracks. “What are you implying, Alfred?”

“Miss Gallagher has given you every ounce of herself.”

“Who says I-.”

Bruce’s attention was caught by the low sound of the television. He looked over to find GCN airing what appeared to be a figure of Batman, hanging with a rope around it’s neck on a building. The lower third read “BATMAN DEAD?”

Demetria walked down the stairs and into the living room, tightening the belt on her cozy white bathrobe when she saw Bruce and Alfred staring at the tv. Curious, her eyes darted to the tv when she saw the lower third.

Her blood ran cold with disbelief and shock, heart dropping into her stomach.

The camera cut back to GCN anchor, Mike Engel.

“Be aware, the image is disturbing,” he warned.

The camera then cut to a man dressed in a cheap Batman getup, his plump cheeks spilling out of the cowl. He was sat on the floor of what looked like the back kitchen area of a butcher shop with a silver cart and a large pieces of animal meat hanging behind the victim. He had his hands tied behind them, his face lowered to the game.

“Tell them your name,” the camera man said in a menacing, sing-song voice.

“Brian Douglas,” the fake Batman answered weakly.

“Are you the real Batman?” There was a childish, teasing tone in the voice behind the camera to a point where it was menacing. It was almost as if whoever it was took immense pleasure in this man’s torture.

“No.” Brian was barely hanging on.

“No?” the voice repeated back, almost in a whine to mimic Brian’s pain.

“No.”

“No?” The voice giggled. An arm reached over and pulled the cowl off Brian. “Then why do you dress up like him?” The camera pulled back, the arm dangling the cowl in front of Brian. The voice laughed a stomach curdling “Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!”

“Because he’s a symbol...that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you,” Brian retorted with a slight bit of courage in his weak tone.

“Yeah. You do, Brian.” The hand grabbed the side of Brian’s face, the camera coming in close. “You really do.”

The hand pulled the top of Brian’s head as the man whimpered. The hand turned back and stroked Brian’s cheek. “Oh, shh shh shh.”

Demetria shook her head, her stomach growing weak. Bruce’s eyes fixated on the TV, his expression stone cold with eyes colored in disbelief.

“So,” the voice continued on, “you think the Batman's helped Gotham? Hmm?”

Brian didn’t respond.

“LOOK AT ME!”

The roaring voice caused Demetria to jump back, her hand slapping on her mouth.

The camera swung around to reveal the person behind the voice, the sight causing Demetria to yelp, “Jesus Christ!”

The red smeared smile was complimented by his chalk-white foundation and accentuated the long scars on the sides of his face. Two lazily painted black eyeshadow covered his eyes and he revealed his dark yellow teeth.

“You see, this is how crazy Batman's made Gotham. You want order in Gotham, Batman must take off his mask, and turn himself in.”

It was something behind the clown that Demetria recognized. A memory popped up in her mind, her jaw dropping at the realization.

“Oh, and everyday he doesn’t, people will die. Starting tonight. I’m a man of my word.”

As the camera switched around, the man let out a menacing cackle as Brian screamed in the background. Demetria, overcome with her realization and the man’s grim promise, hurried up the stairs, Bruce and Alfred watching her. Bruce turned off the television and glanced at Alfred who shot him a look. He gave the old man a nod, indicating the message was received.

In their bedroom, Demetria grabbed a notebook from her nightstand as well as a pen. She began writing hurriedly, her cursive handwriting slightly smudged from the pen. Upon finishing, she ripped the page from her notebook and folded it. She reached back into the drawer, grabbing an empty envelope and shoving the folded paper in there. She licked the envelope, sealing tightly with her fingers and placed it back into the drawer.

Just as she went to close the drawer, she heard the door unlock and grabbed her anti-anxiety meds.

Bruce entered the room.

“Everything ok?” he asked, gentle concern laced in his tone.

She waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Just that video was, uh, pretty overwhelming to watch. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.”

He eyed the pilll bottle in her hand. “You know you should probably put that in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.”

She chuckled. “You’re right. I’m just used to putting them in nightstand drawer. But considering we’re having a bunch of random people over, I guess you’re right.” She paused, a smirk playing on her lips. “Should I leave some viagra in a little bowl for our older guests trying to impress their much younger dates?”

He sat beside her on the bed, smirking at her. “I don’t have any because I don’t need it.”

She hummed, patting his leg. “I wouldn’t say that.”

He pulled her close, his breath hitting her lips. “Not funny.”

“Oh, but it is. It really is.”

She gave him a chaste kiss, nuzzling her nose against his. “You think maybe we should cancel this party? I mean, I don’t think it’s safe.”

“We’re going to be fine,” Bruce reassured.

She sighed, realizing there was no point in changing his mind. “Then I guess I better continue getting ready.”

He chuckled. “Well, don’t get too excited, sweetheart.”

“It’s just...” she stepped back, “I don’t know.” Her fingers toyed the robed belt. “I figured you’d cancel the party and we could spend the night in here...” She continued to move back toward the bathroom area, throwing off the robe to reveal her naked body to him. “And I’d let you do whatever you want to me. But since you won’t cancel it...” She shrugged. “Oh well.”

Bruce could feel his pants grow a little tight and he was ready to have her pay the price. His hungry eyes stayed on her, like a lion ready to pounce on it’s prey. “You get back here. Right. Now.”

She shook her head. “I have to get ready.” She pointed to the tent in his pants. “I suggest you take care of that situation before you leave this room.”

She grabbed the robe from the floor and closed the door behind her, locking it so Bruce wouldn’t try anything.

She exhaled and ran a hand through her damp hair. She wasn’t sure how long this party would last, but she had to make sure Batman got her letter.

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Bruce waited outside near the helicopter landing pad, his hands in his pockets. He watched as the navy blue sky took over the sunset, but once he turned his head, his breath was taken away by an even more beautiful sight.

Demetria walked out on to the helicopter landing pad, her black hair in an updo with long, curled strands of hair framing her face. Her navy blue gown was strapless with a subtle reverse sweetheart neckline, and hugged her small curves just right before flowing out on to the floor. Her makeup stayed on the subtle side with her eyeliner and mascara accentuating her warm, emerald green eyes and her Goldilocks lips were the perfect shade of pink.

“Is it too much?” she asked, stopping in her tracks. She put a hand on her stomach, feeling the knot inside tightening. Her face fell into a panic. “Oh shit, it is, isn’t it?”

He shook his head, his thumb grazing her cheek as he smiled at her adoringly. “You look incredible, sweetheart.”

Color filled her cheeks as her pink lips curved into a bashful smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Wayne.”

His lips gently crashed on to hers as he cradled the side of her face. For a moment, as they relished in their kiss, the world was still and time froze. Neither of them could remember the last time they shared such a moment, but they truly savored it while they still could.

Bruce pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, his lips hovering over hers. “For the record, you still owe me from before.”

She hummed against his lips. “I’ll take it into consideration.”

He smirked at her. “You’re lucky I like you. C’mon, let’s go.”

He took her hand in his, leading her onto the helicopter. The pilot helped her up first, Bruce following right after. As the two sat in the back, Demetria turned to him. “What’s the point of doing this again?”

He took her hand once again. “Grand entrances are fun. Plus, wait til’ you see the view from above.”

He felt her latch on to his arm as the sound of the choppers roared in. Soon enough, the helicopter began rising, the weight of the ground lifting. As it took off into Gotham City, Demetria watched the twinkling city below her.

As childish as it seemed, Demetria felt like Jasmine did on that magic carpet with Aladdin. Seeing Gotham from a bird’s eye view, the city looked beautiful and peaceful.

Bruce relished in watching his fiancé’s amazement, hoping he could make her feel this way for the rest of their lives.

She looked over at him. “You were right. This is incredible.”

She scooted closer to him, leaning back on his shoulder as she continued to look out the window. Bruce pressed a kiss to her temple, reaching his hand over to hers on her lap, clasping them.

Both stayed in the moment, wishing they could stay like this forever.

But once the helicopter scoured every inch part of Gotham, it was time to descend back onto the landing pad.

Bruce helped Demetria off the helicopter. Her eyes shifted to the once empty ballroom which was now filled with a large crowd inside staring at her. Her chest grew heavy, palms sweating.

“They’re staring at us,” she told Bruce.

He took her hand. “They see how you beautiful you look”. He gave it squeeze. “Remember, I’ve got you.”

She nodded and exhaled softly as the two made their way inside.

She followed him as the door opened to the gala room. All eyes stayed on them. She flashed a closed mouth smile at partygoers until her eyes met Harvey’s. It wasn’t until his familiar, warm smile that hers became more genuine and honest.

“Sorry we’re late,” Bruce announced. “Glad you started without us!” He let go of Demetria’s hand, clapping his together. “Where's Rachel?!”

Demetria eye’s turned to Rachel, who cringed slightly.

Bruce motioned to her. “Rachel Dawes- my oldest friend. When she told me she was dating Harvey Dent, I had one thing to say... ‘the guy from those god-awful campaign commercials? 'I Believe in Harvey Dent?' Nice slogan, Harvey.”

As the crowd chuckled, Demetria’s smile faltered even more. She was thrown off by the Bruce that was speaking. It was like the second his hand left hers, he’d become another man. He’d become like everyone else in the crowd - pompous and slightly arrogance.

He’s putting on a show for them, she thought to herself. This is not the real him.

“Certainly caught Rachel's attention,” Bruce went on. “But then I started paying attention to Harvey, and all he's been doing as our new D.A., and you know what? I believe in Harvey Dent. On his watch, Gotham can feel a little safer. A little more optimistic. But what he’s done for Gotham isn’t just the only good thing Harvey Dent has done.”

He then shifted his tone and his gaze, now looking at Demetria who’s heart dropped to her stomach.

“Harvey convinced his good friend from college, Demetria Gallagher, to move to Gotham,” Bruce continued, smiling at her. “It’s because of Harvey and Rachel that I was introduced to the love of my life.”

The crowd let out a collective “aw” as Demetria gave him a small smile.

“I spent years thinking I’d never find the ‘one’.” He turned back to the crowd. “I figured if I’m never gonna find her, why not have some fun? And I did.”

The crowd laughed. Demetria rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“Then I ran into Rachel having a lunch with this beautiful woman and I couldn’t help myself. I asked her three times to have dinner with me.” Bruce shifted his attention to Demetria, taking her hand in his. “While I will never know who or what convinced you to say ‘yes’, all I know is that from the moment I left that dinner, I knew this witty, kind, beautiful woman was who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Demetria, to say you are my heart and my soul is simply not enough. There will never be enough words or adjectives or uses of symbolism to describe how much you mean to me and how happy you make me. I love you more than anything.”

The crowd, once again, “awed” as he pecked Demetria’s cheek. He then grabbed two glasses of champagne off the server’s tray, handing one to Demetria. He then turned back to the crowd, raising his glass. “To-.”

“I just want to say something really quickly,” Demetria spoke up, putting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “If that’s, ok?”

Bruce smiled, her sudden burst of confidence bringing him pride. “By all means.”

She turned to the crowd. “You all know Harvey as your DA, but I know him as my confidant, my greatest friend, and above all, my family. He’s also my get out of jail free card, but that’s neither here nor there.”

Everyone laughed as Harvey shook his head. Demetria turned to her best friend, her smile fading a bit.

“Harvey, you’re selflessness and dedication to making Gotham City a safer one for its citizens is not just admirable, but also inspirational. You fight for the voiceless, the scared, and for those who want to make their home a better place. You’re one of the reasons Gotham has a brighter future.”

“So get out your checkbooks and let's make sure that he stays right where all of Gotham wants him,” Bruce toasted. “All except Gotham's criminals, of course. To the face of Gotham's bright future- Harvey Dent.”

Everyone toasted and took a sip of their champagne.

As the crowd went back to their party, Bruce turned to Demetria.

“I’m going to go outside for a bit,” he told her, pecking her cheek. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She opened her mouth to protest but it was too late - he’d wandered off. She sighed, wondering how he could he just leave her to fend for herself at their first gala together. She took a sip of her champagne, giving up and giving in to the situation at hand.

“You’re a very lucky woman,” an elderly woman marveled. “And quite adorable. I bet Martha would’ve loved you.”

“Thank you, that’s so kind,” Demetria remarked. “Were you a friend of hers?”

“We were both on the chair for many charities. Such a wonderful woman. If you’re interested, I would love to bring you aboard some of them and get you acquainted.”

“I would love that! I’m actually working with the boy’s home and helping them with renovations and whatnot.”

“How wonderful!”

“I’ve also expressed interest in helping them with schooling and whatnot.”

The gleam in the woman’s eyes softened. “Oh...really, now?”

“Yeah, I would love to do some teaching.”

“She’s going to do a fantastic job,” Harvey remarked, chiming in. He threw his hand around Demetria’s shoulders. “Those kids are going to be well looked after thanks to her.”

“I don’t doubt that,” the woman agreed before walking off.

Demetria turned to Harvey. “I think she realized I wasn’t one of them.”

“Who cares?” he shrugged. “But forgetting that, you’re seriously going to become a teacher?”

“I brought it up to Monsignor O’Malley about the possibility of teaching English. Besides, it would give me something to do that I actually like. You know, talking to them about novels and what it means to express yourself in your writing.”

“That’s fantastic!” Harvey remarked. “You would be perfect for that.”

“I hope so. How are you handling this...whatever it is?”

He sighed. “I’m...just here. How about you?”

“I wanna go into my bedroom and go under the covers and wait til’ everyone leaves.”

“Well for what it’s worth, you look beautiful tonight.”

“I’m working with what I’ve got.”

“Bruce is very lucky.”

“Yeah, he should be. But he decided to give up on the party.”

Harvey furrowed his eyebrows as Demetria motioned her head to the outside. He then turned his head, the two watching Bruce and Rachel engage in what appeared to be an intense conversation.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Demetria wondered aloud.

He quickly glanced over and took a look sip of his champagne. “Probably nothing.”

Her lips curved into a smirk as she eyed Harvey. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re getting defensive.”

“And you’re annoying me.”

“After that heartfelt speech I gave, that’s the thanks I get?”

“It was alright.”

She punched him in the shoulder, causing him to cringe. “Asshole. I gave a beautiful speech.”

He rubbed his shoulder. “Well, hopefully it will be just a nice ad one you’ll give at my wedding.”

Her eyes widened. “Shut the fuck up. You proposed to Rachel?”

“Not yet. I’m planning to.”

Her mouth hung open as she leaned in close. “Holy shit, dude! When?!”

“Well first there are some things I gotta-.”

“So you two are friends, yes?” another female guest inquired, cutting him off. Her arm was linked with a man who looked at least 20 years older than she did.

Harvey and Demetria turned to her. “We most certainly are,” Demetria agreed, pinching his cheek.

“So how long ago did you two date?” one man remarked, chuckling.

Harvey and Demetria’s eyes went wide.

“We never have,” Harvey answered.

The man elbowed Harvey, laughing. “Aw, c’mon son. It’s alright.”

“He’s basically my brother,” Demetria said.

The man shook his head as he and his concerned date turned away. Demetria and Harvey turned to each other.

“Oh my god these people suck,” she giggled to Harvey. “At least they’ll fund you.”

“Yeah, I could give a shit,” he retorted.

“Mind if I steal him for a bit?” Rachel asked, chiming in.

“By all means,” Demetria motioned.

Harvey and Rachel went off when Demetria noticed Bruce still standing outside. She made her way out.

“Doing ok there?”

Bruce turned to her, smiling. “So far, so good.”

“I love you but you’re not the best liar,” she chuckled, her fingers gently combing his hair. “Babe, if you want to leave, say the word and we’ll sneak out. We can go anywhere.”

“Tempting,” he remarked, smirking. “Where do you propose we go?”

She cocked her head back, shoulders shrugging. “Anywhere. We could literally get in a car and go anywhere we want.” She paused. “Anywhere you want.”

Bruce’s body turned to face her, giving her his full undivided attention. She set her glass down on the railing.

“While I think it’s sweet that you threw this for Harvey, I don’t want to be alone in a room with people I don’t know let alone give a shit about. I would rather be with you in the middle of nowhere where we don’t have to pretend we’re people that we’re not.”

His smile faltered, his eyes going to the ground. Demeteria shoulders tightened, fear creeping into her now uneasy stomach.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “What did I do?”

He shook his head. “No, you did nothing wrong. It’s...” He sighed. “I never want to keep anything from you.”

“What have you been keeping from me?” she questioned, her voice low

He scanned the area as well as the inside of the ballroom. Realizing he wasn’t the safest, let alone most secure place, he leaned closer toward her. “I’ll go in the bedroom and grab a couple things. Go tell Alfred we’re heading out. We’ll meet at the elevator, alright?”

“Bruce-.”

He kissed her cheek and made his way inside. Bruce pushed through the crowd, fielding attempts of conversation from partygoers. She threw her hands up in defeat as an annoyed exhale left her mouth.

“At least we’re leaving,” she muttered under her breath.

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In their bedroom, Bruce grabbed a set of keys for one of the cars from his safe in their closet. Realizing it was probably best to bring her anxiety med, he went into the medicine cabinet only to find it wasn’t there.

He then remembered her saying she always kept it in the drawer in her nightside table.

Figuring she put it back, he went over to it and opened the drawer and there it was. When he pulled it out, he noticed an envelope underneath with ‘For Batman’ written on it.

He quickly glanced back at the door to make sure the door was closed. He then set down the bag and opened the envelope to find a handwritten letter.

My Night Friend ,

There’s something you need to know about that viral video of the copycat.

I recognize the kitchen in the video. It’s the Fatted Calf on East 28th. A guy I briefly saw in college worked there and I hung out with him in the kitchen while he was closing up the shop.

What people don’t know is that there’s a secret room. The guy told me the owner had it made to be used as a bomb shelter back in the day. It’s located right beside the freezer. If you can get into the boss’ office, there’s a special key inside a safe that can open the door. The Joker may be taking shelter in there.

Take what you will with this information. I hope it serves you well.

Sincerely,

Your Rooftop Friend

Bruce’s couldn’t believe what he was reading. His fiancé, the love of his life, was helping the Batman. The severity of the situation as well as time the huge piece of information made him realize he needed to get both of them out of the penthouse and into the Batcave. He could explain everything to her there.

Shoving the letter into the bag, he zipped it up and made his way to the door when something on the security camera screen made him stop.

It was The Joker followed by some henchmen.

He threw the bag in the closet hurriedly, closing the door, and made his way to the party. Seeing Harvey Dent close by talking to Rachel, he figured he’d had enough time to get Harvey to safety and then grab Demetria.

He came up behind Harvey, putting Harvey in a headlock as Rachel’s eyes widened in fear.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she exclaimed.

“They’re coming for him,” Bruce said, using his Batman voice. “Go grab her and get yourselves to safety.”

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Demetria spotted Alfred near the wall area. She made her way over, catching the old man’s attention.

“There you Miss Gallagher,” he greeted. “Are you having fun?”

“I feel like a zoo animal. I’ve had more people stare at me than actually talk to me. Anyway, Bruce and I are heading out.”

Alfred chuckled. “You and Master Wayne are a truly perfect fit.”

She eyed the room before leaning closer toward Alfred. “Alfred, he said he had something he’d been meaning to tell me. Any idea what it could be?”

Just then, the sound of a single gunshot silence the room. Everyone turned, including Demetria and Alfred, to see The Joker, the man from the video, enter the ballroom with his posse of men behind him wearing clown masks.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” he greeted in a sing-song voice.

His posse pointed guns at the crowd, a silent order to step back. The crowd formed a circle around The Joker.

Alfred, who was a few rows behind the crowd, stood in front of Demetria.

“Stay behind me,” he whispered to her.

She watched from behind his shoulder.

The sound of tray hitting the ground, broke the silence. The Joker looked back for a moment before turning back to the crowd.

“We are...tonight’s entertainment.” He grabbed a piece of shrimp from a table, stuffing it into his mouth. He looked around. “Only one question - where is Harvey Dent?”

He eyed around, pointing the gun at a group of women before ripping one of their glasses of champagne from their hands and taking a swig of it. He set back on the table and began questioning those he passed, occasionally grabbing at them.

“You know where Harvey is? Do you know who he is?”

He squeezed one guy’s cheek. “Do you know where Harvey is? I need to talk to him about something. Something little.”

He went up to an old white man. “You know I’ll settle for his loved ones.”

Meanwhile, Demetria felt someone grab her hand. She turned to find Rachel.

“We need to get you out of here,” Rachel whispered.

Demetria went to follow Rachel when she felt someone grab her hand.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, sweetcheeks?” one of the masked men retorted.

He grabbed Demetria, despite her attempts to break free. Her heart rate quickened, stomach growing weak as the man pushed her in front of the crowd.

“Hey boss!” He called out. “It’s her!”

The Joker turned to her, his fixation on her making her blood run cold. She stood frozen and helpless. He got into her face. “So this is the future Mrs. Wayne. You’re also Harvey Dent’s best friend.”

He grabbed Demetria’s face, cradling it forcefully.

“Harvey is your best friend, isn’t he? Your buddy ol pal?” He let out a vicious cackle. “Possibly an old lover? An unrequited love? Either way, you’re somewhat of an asset to him.”

She moved her eyes, looking around as the crowd watched her in fear.

“C'mere, look at me.”

She whimpered, closing her eyes.

He tightened his grip on her hair “LOOK AT ME!”

She yelped, opening her eyes as tears filled to the brim.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh shh, shh, shh,” he hushed her teasingly. “Well you look upset.” He asked, pointing to scars on his mouth with his knife. “Is it these? Is it the scars? You wanna know how I got ‘em?”

She didn’t have time to answer, at least he didn’t bother to give her a chance to. She went to move her head when he grabbed her again. “Hey, look at me.”

She stopped moving, her eyes on him. “So, I had a wife, who was beautiful...like you, who tells me I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more, who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks.”

She squirmed when The Joker pulled her back. “One day they carve her face. And we got no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again. Hmm? I just wanted to let her know that I don't care about the scars. So, I stick a razor in my mouth and do this to myself. ”

She squeaked, frightened as he put the knife to his scars.

“And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves! Now I see the funny side. Now, I'm always smiling!”

He pulled her back, took the knife, and slashed her forearm, the sharp stinging, sensation causing her to let out a blood curdling scream. She collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling down her arm and onto the marble floor.

Demetria couldn’t move, her body frozen, mind unable to process what had just happened. She opened her mouth to speak, her chest stinging in pain and her head growing lightheaded as the Joker stepped on her bleeding arm.

“Please help me,” she begged in between her hyperventilating. “Please...I’m...I can’t...help!”

“Why doesn’t Harvey Dent come save his best friend?!” The Joker called out.

“Let her go!”

Rachel made her way. The Joker stomped on Demetria’s arm one last time.

Alfred rushed to her side. “Deep breaths, Miss,” he whispered. “Deep breaths.”

“Alfred...I’m gonna....don’t let me...”

“You’re going to be alright.”

“Step back!” one of the masked henchman ordered, pointing a gun at Alfred.

Alfred held up his hands stepping back from Demetria. The henchman walked away as Demetria continued to hyperventilate.

She was going to die in front of everyone. Her vision became blurry, her breath uncontrollable. She watched in what she thought would be her final moments Batman attack The Joker.

In and out of blackness, she heard glass shatter followed by footsteps.

Tears strolled down her face as she struggled to breathe, trying to hold on to whatever breath she had left, her body shivering. Alfred rushed to her once again.

“Don’t just stand there!” he cried out. “Someone call a bloody ambulance!”

He gave Demetria his hand, which she held onto tightly.

“Stay with me,” he told her. “Stay with me.”

But she wasn’t sure how long she could last. Between the chest pains and the pains from her wound and the light-headedness, she was barely holding on.

How badly she wanted to see Bruce....and how could he leave her like this?

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Summary: Frustrated that Ethan won't let their relationship develop, will MC find some time alone with Bryce too much of a temptation? Rewrite of Bk 1 Ch 11 Bryce scene.

Book/Pairing: Open Heart/Bryce x MC / Ethan x MC (Cecilia Gibson)

Category/Rating: Smut/Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k

Authors notes: I thought I'd try something a bit different for this fic. I had an idea in mind, but I'm not sure if it has come out as I'd hoped 🤣

I have included this weeks @wackydrabbles prompt Hold still

Also inspired by @choicesmonthlychallenge prompt Day 18: Waiting

Characters and some dialogue owned by pixelberry

Cecilia never meant to fall for Ethan Ramsey.

She had always admired his work and had been hugely inspired by him, but a romantic relationship wasn't something that had ever crossed her mind - she hadn't even known what he looked like before her first day at Edenbrook.

When she first met him his condescending behaviour had actually led her to think that he was a bit of an asshole - admittedly she didn't realise it was him at that point, but he definitely hadn't left a good first impression.

It didn't take long for her opinion of him to change though. Working together when Dolores came in and then trying to help Naveen had brought them much closer together than either of them could have imagined. What was blossoming between them certainly wasn't a normal attending/intern relationship.

When they finally kissed in Miami, she'd hoped that it would be the start of something between them. They had got so close to ending up in bed together—something she had been fantasising about for some time—but Ethan had stopped things going any further and she had been feeling frustrated ever since.

A few days after returning from Miami, she had questioned Ethan about what was happening between them.

"Be honest...about us," she said.

"I'm...not sure what you mean," he replied, avoiding her eyes.

"I think you know exactly what I mean."

He turned his back to her and she walked up close behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Please Cecilia, this is hard enough already."

"Then why keep fighting it? We both want this. We both feel this. It almost seems inevitable..."

He turned to her, his eyes filled with longing...and pain.

Reaching up, he gently stroked her cheek. "We're doctors, Cecilia. Fighting the inevitable is our job description."

Without another word he walked past her and out of the lab. She hung her head—her heart sinking—as the sound of his footsteps faded away.

She couldn't deny the hurt she felt. Even though part of her understood his reasoning, she couldn't just pretend there wasn't a connection between them.

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Several nights later Cecilia was at home in her apartment researching Rhodes disease for Mrs Martinez. Her friends had volunteered to help and several hours had passed when her reading was interrupted by snoring. She looked up to see that everyone had fallen asleep, except for Bryce.

"And then there were two," he smiled before looking back down at his research. "Wait a second...Cecilia, come look at this."

"What'd you find?" she asked, taking a seat next to him.

"Wound up on a message board. Looks like a pissed off employee leaked some old R&D memos from Panacea Labs...Check it out. It says a drug used for Huntington's cured some test subjects of Rhodes disease."

"If they've found a cure...why isn't it on the market?"

"This is pretty recent...Human trails can take years before a new drug gets F.D.A approval."

"Bryce, you found the answer!" Overwhelmed with excitement, she threw her arms around him and he hugged her back tightly.

The hug lingered and she feel reluctant to let go of him...

"I dunno about you, but I feel like celebrating," he whispered.

She looked into his eager eyes, knowing exactly how he wanted to celebrate.

If she went along with this she knew she may end up regretting it. Her feelings for Ethan were undeniable and there was definitely more to it than just a sexual attraction. But their interactions over the past few weeks had left her so confused and sexually frustrated that she was seriously considering taking Bryce up on his offer. She didn't know if Ethan would even allow anything to happen between them in the future and she couldn't wait around for him forever.

It wasn't as though Bryce was a random stranger. He was a good guy...kind...sexy. They had already been physical with each other before—after her housewarming party—so she knew he could definitely help release some of her frustrations there and then.

She gave him a smirk as she made her decision.

She grabbed Bryce's hand and led him to the bathroom. They bumped hard into the door as she pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

"Shh, don't wake the others up."

"I'm not the one you're gonna have to worry about," he teased.

He pinned her against the closed bathroom door and kissed her, while she pulled off his shirt.

His strong hands roamed her body, gliding under her clothes, trying to feel every part of her.

"Pent up much?"

"I'm always pent up when I see you," he replied.

She could feel the blush reaching her cheeks.

"Before we go any further, you should know...we have to keep this casual."

She knew this probably didn't need to be said, Bryce was a casual sort of guy, but she didn't need any extra drama in her life right now.

"No strings...fine by me," he grinned, pulling her clothes over her head.

She kissed up his neck and across his smooth jawline as she undid his trousers and pushed them to the ground.

She snapped the band of his underwear with a cheeky smile before sliding her hands beneath the fabric.

"I really don't need to keep those on," he whispered.

She kissed his chest as she slid his underpants down, her fingers brushing against him.

"Agreed..."

The sight of him standing to attention for her was a massive turn on.

She kissed him again as she took hold of him, enjoying the way his breath stopped and started as she pumped his length.

"Who has magic hands now?"

"You're giving me a run for my money," he replied before pulling her bra down and kissing and licking his way across her breasts.

A moan was the only sound she could make as a shiver ran throughout her entire body.

"How 'bout we have some good clean fun," he said pushing her backwards, guiding her toward the shower.

She turned to step in.

"Wait, hold still, "he grabbed her hand to stop her. "Before we get in, I want to get a proper look at you."

He spun her back to face him, before looking her up and down—eyes filled with lust.

"You're gorgeous," he stated while flashing her a grin.

She couldn't help but giggle. "You're quite the charmer Lahela."

Continuing into the shower, Bryce gently pushed her against the shower wall, turning on the tap. Warm water poured down on them as he kissed her, his hands exploring her body.

She returned the favour, running her hands over his slippery muscles.

Bryce reached between her legs and began to move his fingers, slowly but surely. She let out a moan.

"I told you I wasn't the one you had to worry about making noise..."

"I don't think I care anymore..."

She leaned her head against the shower wall and sighed as Bryce's hands worked their magic, circling round her most sensitive part. His lips traced across her collarbone as he dipped a finger inside her.

Her breathing grew heavier as he added another finger.

"Bryce...I need more..."

He gripped her by the back of the thighs and lifted her, pinning her high against the cold tiles.

She sighed with pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he slid himself inside her.

A whisper of guilt flickered across her mind, but it was too late to take it back now, this was happening and she wanted to enjoy it. It felt too good not to.

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing any doubts out of her head. Instead concentrating on the sensations, the pleasure.

Bryce moved his lips down her neck, softly sucking and kissing as he went.

For a brief moment her mind took her back to Miami where it was Ethan's lips on her neck, his stubble gently scratching her sensitive skin. She remembered the taste of wine on his tongue as his mouth crashed into hers.

She lifted a hand up and ran it through Bryce's hair, gripping tightly as her pleasure started to build.

He plunged himself deep inside her over and over again and she moved her hand down to his chest, feeling his heart thundering as she neared her climax. Her fingernails clawed into his back as she lost control.

"Yes Eth—, Bryce."

Fuck.

She clung on to him, breathing heavily as he thrust a few more times, until he got his own release.

As she came down from her high she cringed as she recalled the fact she had started calling out Ethan's name while having sex with someone else.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Bryce. He smiled at her and kissed her on the lips.

"That was amazing," he said.

"Yeah, it was," she replied through her heavy breathing.

Somehow she seemed to have got away with her slip up. Either he was too wrapped up in the moment to notice or he had decided not to mention it. Either way, she was extremely relieved.

He lowered her back down to the ground and they held each other close for a moment before getting dressed.

Bryce looked at the time, it was 2am.

"I'd better head home if I'm going to get any sleep before work tomorrow."

She grabbed his arm.

"You don't have to go, you could sleep here tonight."

He gave her a little smirk. "I think if I stayed here, you would prove to be way too distracting for either of us to get any sleep."

They both laughed.

"Okay, I'll walk you to the door."

They threw their clothes back on before stepping out into the corridor, where they could talk without waking the others.

"Thank you for tonight Bryce. For the help with the research and the...other thing. I really needed that."

He smiled broadly at her.

"Anytime, Gibson. And I mean it. Any time you need a special release, I'm there. Supply closet, on call room, gym, shower, locker room, your place, my place..."

"Yeah, okay Bryce," she chuckled, playfully pushing him away. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Sien—, I mean Cecilia."

She tilted her head quizzically and he winked at her before turning to leave. Her eyes widened suddenly with realisation that she hadn't got away with her slip up after all.

Although she felt her face burn with embarrassment, she couldn't help but giggle to herself as she watched him walk down the corridor, before disappearing out of sight.

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