#it started when i got to work and she was logged in to 2 devices

[e-harmacist]

I need that vid with the orange cat almost covered in food inside a bucket with the caption it was like "His greed will consume him" bc I need to show my boss

[writer-shipper-ffreader]

Maybe not so useless after all?

(Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x f!Reader)

Chapter 4

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A/N: This chapter is a bit slower than the rest, but I couldn't get it out of head after seeing the gif below.

Warnings/Tags: Slow burn, soulmate AU, yearning, I just want to bang their heads together

Words: 2,463

Summary: After a mysterious mishap with a device found in a field, can you find out what the device is and what it means for you and Kate?

Kate was used to getting little sleep, especially recently, but after being awake for 45 hours the previous day, her 3 hours of sleep had not been nearly enough. By 11 am she was already on her fifth or sixth coffee, where she would only normally have had two.

You had noticed her consuming a larger amount of the stimulant than usual and spent a little more time observing her throughout the day. You only lasted two more coffees, before your concern got the better of you and you confronted her when she snuck away to her office.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Hmm?” Kate looked up at you as you closed the door. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just lots of paperwork.”

“Kate, you’re on at least your seventh coffee and we’re still a few hours off leaving for the day,” you point out. “What’s going on? Are you not sleeping?”

“I am sleeping fine. It is probably just the leftover stress from that spacecraft and then all this boring paperwork,” she said, gesturing at the papers surrounding her.

“Now I know something is wrong, you rarely call paperwork boring and admit you’re stressed,” you muttered, shaking your head. “What time did you go to sleep last night?”

“Probably just after 2 am. I promise I’m fine, just really busy. I’ll tell you if I’m not, okay?” Kate lied through her teeth.

You nodded, turning to leave. You were aware she was lying to you but knew what Kate was like. She always tried to protect and reassure everyone, even if it was at a detriment to her own wellbeing. Knowing when to pick your battles, you closed the door behind you, vowing to keep a closer eye on her and try to persuade her to get more sleep.

Just about to swipe the pass to enter your lab, Kate’s words struck you. She went to sleep roughly around the same time as what was printed on your wrist. Did she regularly go to sleep that late? You sat at your desk and pulled out your phone; you had started to keep a log of all the time stamps in hopes you could find something. That’s when you remembered that the time tattoo had stayed the same the previous night. In your medicated haze, you’d assumed that the person had coincidentally fallen asleep at exactly the same time, but it was a lot more likely they never slept at all.

That conclusion screamed Kate in your head. Although she said she’d sleep, you knew her well enough that you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d pulled an all-nighter. It wouldn’t take a lot of detective work to figure out whether she had; Osgood or Carter would probably know.

You were trying to temper the hope of your soulmate being Kate, by counteracting your thoughts with logic. Yes, the times could match up with Kate’s sleeping habits, but that doesn’t mean it is her – it could be a coincidence. Even if it was her, she’d never be interested in you anyway, right? You were her subordinate, there must be a UNIT regulation against that. She flirted with you sure, but you’d seen her flirt with lots of people, including the Doctor. Hadn’t you heard the Doctor had an affair with her dad? Or does it not count because it was a different regeneration?

Osgood entered your lab, disrupting your spiralling thoughts. She was holding the metal from the ship in a container. The piece they had kept after it had been dislodged from your insides and wasn’t that a weird thought.

“You’re looking better today. Ready to get started analysing this metal?” Osgood smiled at you, placing the container on the work bench.

“I feel a lot better – very little pain. Highly recommend whatever future medical device they used on me.” You grinned, getting up from behind your desk and moving towards the older scientist. “How do you want to start? Kate mentioned you’d already tested the magnetism, and the X-Ray Fluorescence analysis was inconclusive.”

“Yes, it’s a non-ferrous metal that isn’t known to us, but I don’t think you’d be surprised by that,” Osgood said, pushing her glasses up.

“Not overly. This X-Ray Diffraction analysis looks interesting,” you commented, reading about the metal’s structure on your tablet. “Were any remains found to try and identify the species?”

“We couldn’t easily find any, but a team are still on site,” Osgood replied, taking the metal out of the container.

You worked with Osgood to test the metal’s physical properties. By knowing the physical properties, you could make a better guess of what Earth metal it would be most similar to. By the time you had conducted all of the relevant tests, you’d both concluded that the metal was likely to be an alloy. It had reacted more similarly to steel, but a lighter version, rather than any elemental metal.

It was nearing 6 pm when you and Osgood had finished with investigating the metal. You offered to write up the findings, hoping to stay a bit later in the office to keep an eye on Kate. Osgood reluctantly took you up on your offer, not wanting you to stay but hoping to make it to her chess club for once. Working at UNIT didn’t exactly give much time for hobbies; it especially didn’t give the consistency to attend clubs or classes, not at your ranks anyway.

“Just don’t do a Kate and stay too long. You’re still recovering,” Osgood said, brows furrowing in concern that you were pushing yourself too hard.

“I won’t. Has she been working really late again?” you asked, seeing the opportunity to find out more.

“Yep. She was already working late – Carter said she’s been leaving after 1 am every day this last week, but I’m not sure she went home after the craft incident. I tried talking to her, but– “

“You got brick wall Kate? Same here.” You sighed, your worry increasing for your boss. She had a tendency to fall back into bad habits when she was stressed or something was bothering her, the most obvious bad habit being working too much. “I’ll keep an eye on her and hopefully think of a way to get through to her.”

“Good luck! We can brainstorm tomorrow,” Osgood said, gathering her belongings to leave.

You waved Osgood off, wishing her a good night. Returning to your desk, you began writing up the report from your experiment notes. It probably would have been easier to record the notes on your tablet, so you could just copy and paste, but you always liked writing your lab notes with an actual pen and paper.

Writing up the reports wasn’t one of your favourite things to be doing. You could see the benefits of having the reports; enabling everyone the ability to know everything about something if they need to. However, that was the problem, there were two reports – one for the science team and one for everyone else that needed to be technically accessible. The repetition was frustrating, but not as much as having to filter yourself to ensure you weren’t including overly technical terms or notes that would only be useful to a scientist.

It was one of those things that Osgood also struggled with accepting. The report needed to be concise, therefore rather than explaining what the technical terms meant, they were just replaced with vague layman’s terms. The older scientist had raised it a number of times, insisting it was unnecessary and wasted time we could be spending on analysing other items. It put Kate in a tricky position, Dr Stewart vehemently agreeing with you, but Commander Stewart needing to side with Geneva.

At around 10 pm, you’d finally finished the reports. It wouldn’t have usually taken you so long, but you had gotten distracted several times, either thinking about Kate, the time tattoos or other artefacts. You decided to take a break and get a drink; it was also a convenient excuse to check if Kate was still here as you’d have to pass her office.

As expected, a light was shining out from her slightly ajar door as you walked past. You could hear her pen scratching away, likely signing off the mound of paperwork she had grumbled about earlier. Not wanting to interrupt her for no reason, you continued on your way to the break room, deciding to bring her tea on your way back as an excuse to talk to her.

It was pleasantly quiet as you waited for the kettle to finish boiling. You hated to admit it, but you could see the appeal of wanting to work in these quiet hours rather than the hustle and bustle headquarters usually was during the day.

When the kettle clicked, you prepared the green tea you knew Kate preferred later in the day. You would normally only add boiling water, but this time you added a dash of cold water to her tea, so it was comfortable to drink straight away. During the day she often got interrupted, her tea cooling quicker than she was able to drink it, but you didn’t anticipate that to happen this time.

You carried the teas back down the hall in one hand and tapped lightly on her door with the other, not wanting to startle her. You heard her stop writing as she called you in. Pushing the door open wider, you strolled over to her desk and placed the teas down, pushing one towards her.

There was a small flicker of confusion in her eyes, before she smiled up at you. She placed her pen down and motioned you to sit across from her. Taking off her glasses, she ran a hand through her hair and let her shoulders slump slightly in relief of the interruption.

“What are you still doing here? It’s late,” Kate asked, taking hold of her mug.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied, then took a sip of your tea.

“It’s my responsibility to work late as Commander, but you should have gone home hours ago,” Kate admonished.

“I’m sure they’re not paying you to work overtime when there isn’t an emergency,” you pointed out. Kate raised an eyebrow at you, giving you the same look she gives a soldier when she wants them to back down. You pivoted the conversation, knowing she would no longer be receptive. “I was just finishing the report on the spacecraft metal. Os and I conducted all the mandatory tests this afternoon.”

“Anything I need to know now?” You shook your head knowing there was nothing conclusive and Kate would read over the report later anyway. “Good. I’m ordering you home as soon as you finish your tea.”

You rolled your eyes at the blonde, but a smile twitched at your lips. “I’d expect nothing less. Are you staying much longer?”

Kate bit her lip as she looked at the stack of paperwork to her right. She knew you were right about her needing to go home. It wasn’t even about the paperwork –she could take it home with her if need be– she just dreaded returning to the cold empty house. She’d grown used to the sounds of the office; the creaks of the building, the routine walk-by of security and the London traffic down below. The house she lived in was too silent. She still didn’t really call it hers; she had no emotional ties to it. The house she felt was home had been blown up years ago.

You could see the indecision on her face, her gaze becoming distant even though she was looking at the paperwork. There was something not quite right with the look she had – you were missing something but weren’t sure what.

Breaking the silence, you gave in but warned her not to stay too long. She looked grateful you didn’t push any further, but you needed to make sure she knew you were worried. A cereal bar wrapper caught your eye as you were thinking how to gently push her. Holding in a sigh, you told her that you were ordering takeaway tomorrow, to ensure she ate something substantial if she stayed late.  

“Deal, but only because I know arguing is futile.” Kate chuckled at your tenacity. “Anyway, how are you feeling?” She asked, partially trying to draw the attention away from her, but still wanting to know you were okay.

“I’m fine. The occasional paracetamol has been needed. Would never have guessed I’d been almost blown up and impaled two days ago though,” you replied jokingly.

“You were really lucky it was only a small straight piece of metal. I hope you know I’m proud of you. You did a great job spotting the spark and you saved a lot of the team,” Kate said, smiling at you.

You muttered a thank you before dropping your head, staring into your tea and trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. It wasn’t rare for Kate to praise you, but it was rarely in such an intimate setting; in her office, just the two of you with the only light being the soft warm glow coming from the lamp on her desk.

The pair of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. You could feel Kate still watching you, but couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze, lest she see something you didn’t want her to. Sipping your tea, you were becoming more convinced Kate had to be your soulmate. You’d never felt like this about anyone else.

Unknown to you, Kate was having rather similar thoughts. She had noticed the reddening of your cheeks and had to stop herself from blurting out how beautiful she thinks you are. Letting her eyes linger over you, she thought how easy it felt to be around you. She had a sudden urge to ignore UNIT regulations and ask you out, but you were still hung up on the soulmate tattoo. A slight panic set in at the realisation that she would ignore the regulations to get closer to you.

You missed the panicked look cross her face as you sipped the last of your tea. Her voice surprised you a few minutes later, encouraging you to head home. You didn’t miss the waver in her voice, but thought it was just from concern. You nodded, standing to head out, but stopped at the door reminding her once more to leave soon too .

As you headed back to collect your things, you couldn’t help but analyse everything that had happened this evening - including that last look she gave you. It was almost as though she didn’t want you to leave, but you figured you were reading too much into it.

Tags: @freshmoneyalmondathlete @suckerforcate

[l33bang24]

OMG It’s You (Part 6)

YouTube! Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: rambling, rambling, and more rambling

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

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Y/N’s POV

I felt a sense of being overwhelmed as I attempted to set up the PO Box address. Gasping for breath, I went to my desk to power up all the necessary devices. I sank into my chair while waiting for my computers to boot up. I had just started reading an email when I received a call from the post office. After logging into my laptop, I returned to the email to continue reading.

Dear Y/N,

We closely follow your channel and greatly appreciate your insightful reviews on K-pop albums. On behalf of everyone here at JYP Entertainment, we are pleased to offer you exclusive access to Stray Kids' newest mini album, Oddinary. We kindly request that you refrain from releasing the video until the official release date. We would also request early access to the video to arrange for Stray Kids to watch it together before the release. We sincerely appreciate your continuous support for Stray Kids. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Park Jin-young

I almost wanted to roll my eyes when he asked me not to release the video until everyone could access the mini-album. Like, I would even think about doing that anyway. I click on the attachment below where the mini album sits, waiting to be listened to. I look back at all the stuff I brought from the post office and drop my shoulders. ‘Do I want to record this video first, or wait and make a video about all the stuff I got from the fans?’ That thought alone was already making my head hurt. “On one hand, if I go ahead and listen to the mini album, all I’ll have to do is edit it. However, I’ll have all these packages and letters littering my room.

On the other hand, if I do the stuff from the fans, I might be unable to record the mini album video before it releases.” I say aloud to myself. I knew that no longer sitting here would prevent me from doing anything.

After making up my mind, I decided to make a short video showing all the stuff I got from the post office and then review the mini album. So that way, I can edit it and have it ready. In the meantime, I can start opening up the mail I’ve gotten from the fans. Satisfied with the plan I’ve conjured in my head, I get started on executing my plan.

Before I go any further, I type up a professional email to JYP thanking him for the access and promise not to release the video until everyone else has access.

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After creating a brief video showcasing the items I received and promising to film myself opening the packages, I uploaded it to my channel. Next, I retrieved the attachment for the mini album. I reached for my headphones from the rack on my desk and plugged them into my laptop. After conducting thorough sound checks to ensure the viewers and I could hear the music clearly, I proceeded to freshen up and grab something to eat once everything was set up to my liking.

Returning to my seat, I feel refreshed after showering and having a satisfying meal. I lean back and settle in, cleaning my teeth thoroughly with brushing and flossing. I need to present myself well to my audience, and I want to avoid any distractions, like food stuck between my teeth, that could detract from the experience. The thought of it gives me chills.

Grabbing my favorite pair of over-ear headphones, I carefully place them over my ears, ensuring they fit snugly. I double-check the microphone to ensure it's picking up my voice clearly, adjusting the distance as needed. Taking a moment to compose myself, I settle into my chair and take a deep breath to calm my nerves. With everything in place, I press the button to turn on my camera and count to five before flashing a warm smile and beginning my address to everyone watching.

“Hello Lovelies! So, I have some fascinating news for all of you. I received an email from a certain company and have been given early access to this artist's mini-album. That’s right! JYP has given me early access to Stray Kids newest Mini Album!” I start excitingly clapping to myself and smiling as wide as I can. “Now, while I may be getting to listen to this early, this video will not hit my channel until the actual release date comes. I will also upload this video once everyone has access to it. As most of you know, I listen to the whole album and then talk about it—what I like about it, what stands out most, etc. Still, in the end, I will give this album an honest review and rate it from 1 to 10. So, let’s get started.”

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Third Person POV

The boys were called into one of the offices, and you could say they did not feel this would be a good meeting. Even when they get to the room, they see their boss already there with a laptop. Chan, getting ready to take the heat from their boss for the group, gets stopped by JYP. “I didn't call you here because you did anything. I called you here for quite the opposite.” The boys were about to ask him what they were called in for, but their boss beat them. “I have something that I want you boys to watch. I think you will enjoy this. Leave the laptop when you’re done and press play when ready.” He tells them, leaving them with the laptop. Once he leaves the room and the boys can no longer hear his footsteps, they rush to the computer. They hesitate before pressing play, but what they see leaves them speechless.

It’s a video of Y/N, and they see that their boss gave her early access to their comeback album. Before they get too far into the video, they get chairs to be comfortable while watching her listen to their music. Changbin brings up the idea of connecting the laptop to the projector so it's not crowded around a small screen. They all agreed and fixed everything; all they had to do was press play on the laptop. Once everything is set, Chan clicks on the play button. All attention turns to the screen showing their favorite YouTuber.

“So, Stray Kids newest comeback album is called Oddinary and I will edit in a picture of what the cover looks like.” Before talking about it, she adds a picture of what their cover looks like. “Just from looking at it, I would say it looks pretty dope, like a screen-like mannequin head with screws showing out of it. Their color scheme is green, black, silver, and maybe purple. The titles on the album are, in order, Venom. Maniac. Charmer.Freeze. Lonely St. Waiting For Us with Bang Chan, Lee Know, Seungmin, and I.N. Muddy Water with Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, and Felix. I like all these song titles. Waiting For Us will be a tearjerker, so I must have my tissues on standby.”The boys start laughing and nudging each other. She bites her bottom lip while moving her cursor to the first song. “I’m going to listen to the songs in order, and I might save Waiting For Us last since I want to make sure Muddy Water gets a fair chance. Plus, I would cry in the end. Okay, without further ado, let’s get started.” The boys watch and gauge her reaction to each song. She tells them that she will talk about each song after listening to them all. When she reaches the end, she stops playing the last song. “Wow. I’m trying to save all my thoughts until after I listen to Waiting For Us. Why am I so nervous about listening to this? I know it will be a good song, but this one might knock it out of the park.” She shakes her head. “Alright, let’s do this. I’ve got my tissues on hand.” The boys laugh with her. The music starts to play, and her reaction changes right away.

Chan sees her go ahead and grab a tissue. Lee Know sees that her eyes start to look shiny. Changbin says that she’s gripping the tissue in her hand tightly. Hyunjin notices that she’s trying to keep her face neutral but fails to smile. Han watches as a stray tear falls down her face, even though she’s happy. Felix’s eyes follow her hand as she wipes her face with the tissue. Seungmin looks as she replays the song again. I.N. watches as she closes her eyes, listening deeply to the words, and tears stream down her face. At the very end, she removes her headphones, looks off to the side, and then laughs.

“I told you I was going to cry. I knew it was inevitable.” The boys smile at the girl on the screen, waiting for her review. “I will give this mini album a 100 out of 10. It has some great aspects to it. I love how each song fits and feels with the album title. There was a reason why I left Waiting For Us last: because I knew I would fall in love with it and did not want to listen to the other tracks. As it turns out, I was right.” She and the boys laugh.

“One thing about listening to a song for the first time is that not all click with you immediately. Everyone is different. Sometimes, it may take a few listens before you think, ‘I dig this song.’ Others will like it right away. I would say that I loved each song, but a couple of songs that didn’t click right away were Venom and Muddy Water. Now, does that mean I don’t like those songs? No, I enjoy them. That’s like the IN LIFE album. At first, The Tortoise and the Hare didn’t click with me. I loved the lyrics and the music, but a couple of parts in the song threw me off. Now that song can be put on repeat, I wouldn’t get tired of hearing it repeatedly. The moral of all the nonsense I’m saying is that sometimes songs don’t click right away but end up promising.”

The boys, watching her intently, wait for her final words. “I made two edits of this video since I knew I wanted to send one to the guys.” The boys freeze up as she looks straight into the camera before continuing. “Stray Kids. If you’re watching this right now, I want you to know how proud I am of all of you. You’ve come this far, and you’re still doing an amazing job. You keep showing Stays daily that you still have tricks up your sleeves.” She smiles at them. “Keep up the good work, but take care of yourselves. That means taking breaks, ensuring you eat, and getting the necessary sleep.” She points at the camera, “That means you too, Christopher.” She raises her eyebrows. “Don’t make me fly over there and force you to sleep.” The boys start to tease their leader with her mocking words. He waves their hands away, trying to listen to what she has to say. “Well, that’s it for the video! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did until we meet again. Bye!” She smiles, waving at the camera.

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(A/N: I decided to add this in because why not 🤷🏻‍♀️ The reader gets first access to Stray Kids mini album and Stray Kids get early access of the reader reacting to their newest comeback. I’ll be doing a second part to this chapter specifically to the reader videoing herself opening the packages from her fans (Including the boys 🤪)

(With a special surprise 😏)

[trppdnrbbr77]

Another story I wrote a while back.

-It all started with the package-

It was a Friday, and the delivery person dropped off a package at the front door, from one of those foreign online order places. Got the box and took it inside. When I took the box inside I got a text message on my phone that read, "I have hacked your bank accounts and Identity, as you may notice the package you have in your possession right now ordered using your credentials that I have created for you. To keep your accounts and identity from being exposed and your life into ruins, you need to do exactly as instructed... more to come".

"What in the world", was my first thought. Then came another message, "BTW I have also. hacked your security cameras and have others installed that you do NOT know of any actions to disable or unplug these devices will result in a NON-Comply and find all exposed, as for now take the UN OPENED package and place in the back of your closet... more to come".

Since I am married and have a decent life, I did not want to be hacked, or anything come. from this, it is just a package for now. So, I took the package and hid it in my closet. A text came in, "good job, also DO NOT TELL ANYONE, might be a good idea to delete these texts as well so no one finds out... I am watching", follow by a pic of my wife sitting on the couch watching tv.

About an hour later I got a call from the wife, "Hey my mom just won 2 tickets for a Mother Daughter Cruise! It leaves on Monday; do you mind if I go? Work said I have PTO days that I can use, will be 5 days coming back on Friday". "Amazing...hmm", "That sounds like a fun time, enjoy". "Thank you so very much, Mom is excited!".

She got home and started packing, we had a great weekend and by Sunday night she was packed and ready for her trip. I was so nervous as to what is going to happen next, and what in the world is that package about.

Monday morning, she left with her mom, I work from home, so I waved goodbye and logged into work. Then about Noon, the text came in. "Great job so far, glad you two had a great weekend but now the real fun starts! You need to pull out the package and open it, go ahead". I went to the closet with Shakey hands, sat at my desk and opened the package.

Things got weird. In my home office my personal laptop turned on and a chat window opened, the camera to my computer was enabled showing me and the room.  "Hello there, this will make for much easier conversation". I looked back at the package and found zip lock type bags, "Open 1 by 1 and lay each out to show the camera". As I opened each baggy and laid out, it was clothing made of a shiny Latex type of material. Full body suit from neck to toe with built in gloves. and socks, built in Breasts, thong with a plug in the rear and a built-in condom with a hose coming out, a hood with only two holes for eyes and fake shiny rubber lips for a mouth. There were also wrist cuffs, a thick collar, and straps that I could not tell.  Looked like they would go around the ankle and bottom of a shoe, and a pair of large goggles like virtual reality, the final baggy had 3 tubes labelled 1 to 3.

Chat read, "here is your new outfit, get ready! Follow the video on how to wear", then a link to a video titled "How to put on a Latex Catsuit" appeared.

The video instructed to strip down naked and apply the first tube all over your body. Careful, this removes hair, then shower to rinse. I was doubting and hesitated, next a picture of my online banking appeared with a winky emoji. That was enough motivation for me, I jumped in the shower, covered with tube number 1 and rinsed, it was a little tingly, but all body hair fell down and out the drain. I got out of the shower and pressed "play" to resume the video. Next was to cover body with tube 2, it was very slick. Followed by putting on the thong, pushing in the plug and the condom over my private, next "catsuit" beginning with the feet going up the legs, the catsuit had a 3-way zipper that started behind and came through the front up to the top of the neck, I was to pull the top 2 zippers apart from the 3rd, fishing the tube from the condom and zipping together. 

Video instructed to put lubed arms and hands in then smooth out to fit. It seemed like this would be very tough to do without the Lube. Once done, was told to leave the hood off for now and zip up the first zipper all the way up leaving 3 inches from the top of the catsuit. As I zipped the catsuit became very tight making me suck in my stomach, it was a little tough to breath by the time the zipping completed as instructed.

Then the video ended. "You might want to look in the mirror" read the chat. "Whoa!" aside from having a man head, I had amazing curves like a woman! Chat instructed, "now go into the bathroom, to your wife's makeup drawer". I knew where this was going, "Make up your face like this" a picture and "how to apply makeup for crossdressers" appeared. 

Using the brightest shiny red lipstick and darkest eye shadow, the task completed. "Time for the hood", followed by another "how to" video. I put on the hood and zipped up the zipper of the catsuit over the bottom of the hood sealing in the zipper for the hood as well. The hood had a small gag that inserted into my mouth made it hard to try and talk. "Lastly put on the wrist cuffs and collar". 

"Another piece coming", with that the doorbell rang, "You will need to sign for this one". I hesitated big time for this one, something took over my laptop and a picture of my current attire. with full makeup, covered in what I now know of as black shiny Latex, I tried to take over, but it was locked and with my Latex gloved hands made it difficult to use the computer mouse. The cursor hovered over send and began to circle. "OK, I will do it", doorbell rang again. Email deleted.

With a huge lump in my throat, I answered the door and there stood the delivery guy, he looked me up and down with a stare of lust, "Can you sign for this package please?". I signed with a scribble and took the package. "Thank you very much Miss..." while I slammed the door and locked it. The latex was very tight making it tough to quickly walk back to my office. "Wow, you are a lot braver that the others...", "what others" I thought, "Never mind, open the box", not wanting to get into it with my "chat mistress" I complied.

In the box were boots that had the highest heel I have ever seen that went up to my thighs, "You guessed it, these are the footwear", follow by "How to video". I put them on, zipped and tied the top. They were super tight and squeezed my legs by a few inches. "Time to seal your fate", take the last tube and spread it over all your zippers, folding the outside portion in covering the zipper.

"Now put on the collar, and wrist cuffs". Completed that, "the High straps go on like this", video of course strapping in the boots around my ankles and around my feet. "You are becoming a pro at this". Now I was sealed in, the last tube was super glue, by this time had dried creating a seamless head to toe shiny black latex doll, I only know this name because of the picture with title on in on my computer screen.

"You can go back to work now, once you finish cleaning up after yourself, make sure to take the trash out... more to come", with that my personal computer and work computer went back to normal. I took a minute to gather myself and proceeded to put the makeup bag back, collapse all the boxes and put the world back to normal. This was tough to do covered in compressing latex with 5-inch-high heel boots on. Realizing the boxes would not fit in the trash inside, I got another lump in my throat, "looks like I will have to take these outsides to the recycle bin". 

Now I can "hack" this myself by putting on sweatpants and a hoodie, but my gloves would show and the "clack" of the heels, "I have some work gloves and slippers will try that".  No message from the "chat mistress", but I quickly found out why. It was 100 degrees outside in the summer sun! That task completed.

I went back to work sealed into my new "business attire", completed working, soon it was 6 'o clock and I was super hungry. I went into the kitchen looking around thinking how am I going to pull this off? With that a text message, "Dinner is served!", the doorbell rang. It was getting really creepy and not sure how this keeps happening. I checked the door camera with my security app and there stood a food delivery girl, with a large drink. She was not going anywhere.

"Oh man" I went to the door an answered, she gave me the stare, I grabbed the drink, and she said, "can you sign the receipt?" I signed and closed the door.

The hole in the gag of the hood fit the straw of the drink perfectly and it was a delicious chocolate tasting milk shake. 

For the next couple of hours, I became comfortable with my new attire, it was squeaky and arousing.

It was getting dark when I got a text from the wife, "Hi honey, we boarded our cruise, I love you talk soon, cell service is pretty bad here, but we will talk soon". 

Minutes later "Chat Mistress", "Time to meet", there came the lump again.

"Put on the goggles and go outside, it is dark now so no one will see you". All my outside "Smart" lights turned off. Go to the mailbox and with your hand behind your back stand in front of it. A notification pinged on my phone alerting me of a pending transfer from my account with a pic of it ready to text the wife. Not sure if at this point, I would have resisted but this just made it easier. I did as instructed, when I stood in front of my mailbox, the collar locked on, wrist cuffs, high heel cuffs locked together trapping me. Then the goggles went black blinding my vision.

At this point my hands were cuffed together, ankles cuffed together by my mailbox blind folded, gagged, locked into a skintight latex catsuit, in 5-inch heels. Then came the next part of my prison, the plug in my rear started vibrating giving me the craziest sensation I have ever been through. I tried to make a sound but all that came out was Mmmmmmph followed by a small electric shock from the collar!

It was turning me on, then I heard a car pull up, someone got out, put a leash on the collar around my neck, and pulled me in. Could tell I was buckled into a car seat while we drove off. I tried to wiggle but no movement while fully sealed.

The goggles started displaying, "drone trppdnrbbr77 initializing". The hood had tiny speakers over the ears, and I could hear a heartbeat thumping sound. I now learned part of what was going on. 

A video of my wife talking to me, "Hi honey, so you know, our last weekend was amazing together thank you for all you have done for us. But I had to take the offer from DroneCorp. By giving them another Drone for their "global cause", I can retire, don't worry you will have an amazing life, plus from the pictures, you a pretty sexy! We may have one last fling if they let me, but by then you won't have any control. Mom and I will make sure everything will be ok when we get back from our Cruise. Love you!". 

Then the video shifted to my work email, I started to wiggle and moan with shocks coming from the collar and vibrations from the plug. It began to type, "To Whom it May Concern, this is my resignation effective immediately, due to unforeseen circumstances, my wife will be taking over all of my estate, here is the power of attorney" the signature from the delivery receipts!  The email addressed to my manager and HR, followed by a click of the send button.

As our ride continued, the screen went to videos of other drones, and several types of deep sounds, then I faded away... 

This testimony of trppdnrbbr77 was delivered by DroneCorp it may be true or not, but do you have what it takes to join our cause? Do not worry about trppdnrbbr77, he...err... it will be fine.

"Ding Dong there is a package for you...".

--TrppdnRbbr77--

[satureja13]

Tiny Can gathered the Boys for the first meeting to solve the case of Jack's death. They need to figure out who's going to log in first to not destroy valuable evidence and loose crucial hints. Possible starting points:

Investigating the crime scene. To do this, Jeb needs to log in for the first time since his NPC version seems to be Lou's friend and lives nearby (Saiwa and Ji Ho are too far away/have no access to the location where Jack got killed and Jack gets kicked out because he's dead.)

Ji Ho has to find out what Greg's crossroads wish has to do with Jack's murder as long as he's still in Saarburg with the Queen

They discussed this back and forth. Time only passes when one of them is logged in, but it will pass for all of them. So if Ji Ho logs in too late and his NPC version already left Saarburg, they'll maybe never find out what happened at the crossroads. And if they leave the crime scene unguarded, someone might find Jack's corpse and destroys possible evidence. A dilemma - and a race against time. Since Ji Ho is only a few steps away from the crossroads and Jeb is going to need some time to find his way around in the unknown game/world - and Jack's corpse - they came to the decision that Ji Ho will quickly log in and search for evidence in Saarburg.

Jack already stuffed his beloved whiteboard with all kind of (useless) information about what effects his death has on them.

Evidence 1: A clueless person Evidence 2: The good looking and beloved victim (and 'a friend') Evidence 3: How angry we are about his murder Evidence 4: How determined we are to find the murderer Evidence 5: How shocked we are about his murder Evidence 6: How confused we are about what had happened...

Saiwa: "Ehm - first, I don't know if I'm still 'a friend' of yours - and what kind of evidence is this supposed to be?" Jack: "What evidence this is supposed to be? The murderer is in one of these photos! It's Greg - obviously! The Queen and him are not together ingame. She surely does not want him after she'd seen me fighting and being all strong, handsome and cool. So he wanted me out of the way. I can think of no one else. Then he made a deal with a crossroads demon to get me out of the way. Case closed. Let's throw him into the dungeons of the Castle so he never sees the light of the fullmoon again." Saiwa: "Just because you hate Greg and you're jealous he's with Noxee and not you doesn't mean he's your murderer. I bet there are a lot more people who want you dead ;) " Jack: "Tch."

The 'detectives' ended the meeting for today. They'd already been down here for hours. Saiwa and Tiny Can went to the new room for the Therapy Game devices to set everything up for the next sessions and to make a few improvements. The corner store was just an interim solution.

Ji Ho and Kiyoshi planned the next sessions. They tried to remember every police series they'd ever watched (not many) to not make any mistakes. They still have no internet here in the Otherworld. Maybe Noxee can send them some books or an USB stick about proper police work, crime investigations and securing a crime scene and evidence...

And while the others are busy, Vlad and Jack sneaked out to prepare another surprise.

Poor Jeb needs some comfort food ^^' It's stressing him a lot that Jack got killed ingame. And imagining that it could have happened to Saiwa is killing Jeb. At least he has his appetite back since Saiwa is back home again.

Half an hour later, they called Saiwa and urged him upstairs to his room. Saiwa is always wary when Jack is involved: "What have you two been up to again?" Jack: "Just you wait and see, 'my friend' ;) "

Oh! They made him a balcony beach! Saiwa is speechless. Jack not: "Since you can't log in for a while to heal on your island, we thought we'd build you one here ^^' "

Saiwa was glad his tears are hidden behind the dark sunglasses: "I love you, 'my friend'. And you too, Vlad." Jack: "We know." Haha such expressions of affection embarass Vlad ^^' He's the tsundere kind of guy.

Jack: "We are going to solve the case in no time and you can go back to Flamingo Island and heal. You'll see. And until then you can heal here. We won't disturb you, promised."

And then they left Saiwa on his island. He really hopes they will solve this soon and that they can go back ingame - safely. Poor Jack and Ji Ho need their therapy the most. Jack had been so close being painless...

Saiwa is happy that they are back together again, even it had such a severe cause. Who knows how long they would have been hiding at the beach house. Delaying their return because they'd been afraid of the confrontation. They will solve this together and find back together again.

'One love (hear my plea) One heart (whoa) Let's join together and I'll feel alright One love (oh, Lord, have mercy) One heart I tell you, let's just salsabrate (let's join together) And I will feel alright (and I'll feel alright) Let's join together and I'll feel alright'

One Love - Bob Marley (TMI: After I posted 'Killing me softly' from the Fugees in one of the last posts, I researched a bit, as always, and did you know that Lauryn Hill, their singer, was together with Rohan Marley, Bob Marley's son? They have 5 children together.)

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest Current Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here Last Chapter: 🕹️ 'The One' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[granulesofsand]

hi there, just wanted to say i love your page a lot and appreciate all the info you put out. :3

we’re a system of i don’t know how many members, undiagnosed but we’ve been tracking symptoms for years and we got a specialist about a few months ago. i don’t feel like she’s taking us seriously and wanting to move forward with diagnosis, or at the very least treatment. we got an assessment and she says we may have DPDR, but i’ve had day- or week-long blackouts/grayouts and every time i mention them, she sort of glosses over it. i know there’s a possibility we don’t have DID or OSDD but i feel very strongly about it, and i’d like to tell her without being too forceful. do you have any advice? and do you also have advice on tracking alters + switches? much appreciated!

During our system discovery, we kept a notebook. Alters signed off if they could and wanted to, and we wrote everything from research to memories to conversations between us. When we were in a position to talk to our therapist, we handed that over and ran.

Y’all don’t have to do that, but there are a lot of pros to writing it down. A cheap spiral notebook would do it, and you have the benefit of seeing changes in organization and handwriting if those come up.

There are a few tests you can take just be reading the questions yourself. The DES 1 and 2 both have options to fill in bubbles on an internet-accessible device, with 2 being the more relevant version for you. The bottom describes possibilities with your calculated number.

There’s several online versions of the MID that compare your results to those of DID, OSDD-1, and PTSD test takers if you run it with a spreadsheet software. They usually require you type the number in the cell, then map it out in a color titled whatever you put in as ‘client name’. We never could use a cellphone for that, though you can run any Word sheet on the free version.

We use (*cough*) Simply Plural for alter tracking. You make little profiles, only requiring a name or placeholder, and add them to front with a button. You can choose ‘add’ or ‘replace’ as the default button.

Mostly we leave sticky notes for each other with task lists and daily information. We have a journal for therapy (memories, rants, research) and one for communication (conversations, front log, calendar).

Try introducing yourself and asking questions about the others on paper. Possessive switching makes this method look good, but switches that feel more like changing or shifting are more common and also require communication.

Alter-specific memories are common in complex dissociative disorders, and journals allow you to see those different experiences even if you don’t notice switches.

There’s a lot of use for the journals; those little discrepancies add up, and you don’t have to face the others too soon (which is a common phobia in systems with trauma-holding and trauma-free members).

The gathering of evidence makes it harder to turn you away. You can always fall back on the slow unmasking, using plural language and referring to the others. Working through trauma introduces the possible origins of dissociation, and clinicians might believe you more if you start there.

Not every therapist is willing to work with systems, and it’s up to y’all whether you could make progress with someone who isn’t. Therapy is yours, and your therapist should be a stone you can lean on.

If you do stay and don’t work with the system, consider working on that separately and deciding amongst yourselves who goes to each session. You don’t have to do trauma work to work through individual problems, though it is preferable your therapist recognize you as individuals.

And honestly? It’s okay if you don’t show the typical markers or have trauma on hand. If you are a CDD system, the hard parts will come up in time. If not, you can still work on system adaptions and quality of life.

Good luck with presenting your case. I hope your specialist will rise to meet you, but I believe you can find a way no matter how it goes.

[demystifiedstardust]

Dream log 2

Okay, to be fair, I've been taunting fate on this one for a while. The fact that it took literally over 3 years to happen is a little weird, though. Bumping this up the queue because dream log.

Readmore for length and possibly disturbing dreamlike situations.

The start of the dream was me as Aether exploring an abstract Khaenri'ah-ish realm (not unlike the final layer of Nahida I quest dream but featuring deep blues and magentas). I was with Mona, Arle, and Klee. It's an unusual combination and I honestly think this posse was just grabbed randomly from my subconscious, because this layer was very definitely not real. It had a dreamlike aura about it that was gradually stripped away as the dream progressed. We found a form-fitting bracelet-ring at some point. I instinctively gave it to Klee, although I shouldn't have according to the others. I had picked up its pair previously before the dream started. I think my logic was the other two could protect themselves, but they seemed to work like a signaling device and I wanted a beacon to her in case she needed help. The other two argued the rings' properties were poorly understood, but it wouldn't come off, so that was that.

We found a portal at one point and collectively understood it to be a great trial to be undertaken alone. From that point on, every time the scene shifted it would become more and more "real". It's ah, hard to explain. The portal spat me out in the house of a man. He lived alone and seemed happy to take care of me (I had become a child), but it eventually became apparent that this was a Toriel-situation where I had to escape if I was to complete the trial. I stole his car, but he had a motorcycle unbeknownst to me and would rubber-band to me and take me back when he caught up. Not sure if it was cheekiness or frustration, but after a few loops of this I simply crashed the car into the snowy mountain this guy lived by and killed myself.

I honestly expected the loop to reset normally after that, but it didn't. Now Lumine was in the place of where I was, and I was... incorporeal? I could do frustratingly little to make her realize that this was only a trial. The most I could do was move certain "set pieces" around and cause the man to scramble around to try and fix it before she put the pieces together. This incorporeality wasn't particularly distressing as this is how my dreams often are, but Lumine being the one I needed to help did make it stressful. She eventually figured it out and also left, albeit in a more sneaky manner than I, and with her trial complete, the scene changed again.

It was the past. We were together. We were pulling together pieces of the world that belonged together, creating reunions in star-crossed reincarnated lovers, and more worldly changes along those lines, and it was beautiful. But there was a faction of powers that be that did not appreciate our meddling in their perfectly ordered world (which very much wasn't from my (our, I assume) point of view. It was sterile and full of setting up everything in little isolated boxes (metaphorically speaking, not invoking the unknown god here) where people and things that should meet never would. It was painless, but also devoid of all positive emotions as well. But I digress).

They would try to catch us, and we would have to get sneakier. Hiding the chaos within the order. Like (metaphorically) an elaborate set of dominos that would require but a push for everything to change, and we would be long into hiding before we got to enjoy the conclusion, but that was okay. This domino effect also included a lot of death, so um, in retrospect I can see that there was a lot of pain along with the joy we brought. Although we couldn't resist hiding nearby at a vantage point sometimes to observe our handiwork, and that's how we were eventually caught.

The scene shifted and we were no longer wearing a social "skin" to remain in the ordered world, but were instead stripped away into our pure forms. If you have played or seen Omori, it was a little like Something. An amorphous void of shifting color that multiplied into itself to form a mass quite dark at the core and colorful around the edges, that stretched along and strung out somewhat as we moved. We each had a single eye.

The "ordered" retained their worldly forms, however, and there were three different classes of them with different abilities that worked in tandem to catch us, restrain us, and change us into a neutered threat.

We were sewn together by order into a gold plush-like form, sort of pokey like a many-tailed fox or starfish. I was chosen arbitrarily to be sewn into the 'eye' lobe and became the only one who could "see". Lumine was sewn into the 'core' lobe. She was capable of thinking and moving, but could only see me. Order also sewed a third part, a golden, ordered "skin" to bind us together that also had a personality separate from either of us.

And then I woke up. Now I'm back and I feel like I peeled back a layer of the universe's skin and got a peek at underneath before being shunted back into the waking world. Took a while to readjust. Would you believe me if I said I don't do drugs? Please believe me 😭

Illustration available on request but idk if I feel like posting it publicly right now.

[oh-my-may]

I'M NOT DONE YET.

After much consideration I have decided to dip my toes into Wuthering Waves!

Surprise is an understatement of my feelings and definitely still an unfit description of my feelings.

I remember seeing gameplay of some closed beta test like what... 2 years ago I think? Thought it looked really cool, like a darker version of genshin... right up my alley.

Of course things changed since then and my laptop broke snd I got a ps5 in the meantime... which meant I might not be able to play. However I also got a phone now that can handle games like genshin and HSR, so I might just try it.

So I did. Was a bit hesitant ofc because I much prefer playing huge games with open world on a big screen, it makes the whole experience more immersive and exciting to me. I only played genshin and hsr on my phone when I wasn't at home and didn't have another option.

I really wanted to try WuWa just to have a more casual approach at a game like this. I previously barely knew anything about the game except for very few small clips of gameplay and some character designs. With HSR I knew a lot about the game already due to it being a hyv project so I basically followed a lot of the process of the game between cbt and official release. I also thoight it would be fun to judt play a bit and blow all the pulls that the game gives out fpr free in the beginning.

SO. I was very surprised by how nice the beginning sequence looked on my phone. I was also immediately hooked with the OST of the starting screen. Very much liked the mysetery beginning - no talking, just these two characters interacting... yes.

When the actual game started I was a bit concerned that the graphics of the character designs might not look the part, because I saw that many people apparently had issues with this. But it was fine, looked very good actually.

BUT THEN. Launch day, right. Apparently WuWa was created on an engine that is usually used to make games for high end devices such as good PCs, so there was some issues expected for mobile right... but when it came to me actually playing and controlling MC... she was T-Posing floating around 😭💀 no walking animation just ... it felt like an awful issue tbh. Restarted the game several times but the issue kept coming up. It was so bad that I couldn't even climb up the first wall, so I just had to stop. Made me really sad because I really wantwd to get into the game but that was unplayable... when I logged back in sometimes she's get a climbing animation but then get stuck on the wall and nothing worked to get her off there... the graphics and everything looked fine... good even? But this just didn't work so I sighed and closed the game.

I wasn't the only person experiencing issues tho... and the devs were quick to respond on the issues saying they were working on solutions and giving out more compensation. So I wanted to wait until there was some update.

The next say a friend of mine asked me sbout the game and I explained my issues and because I was bored I opened the game again just to see whether something might have changed. And well what can I say... it worked just fine now?? The game had downloaded something and then it was as if nothing ever happened and I was SO HAPPY. Also sad because I could barely play that day because of work but I played 30 minutes and i loved it.

The combat is so refreshing! It feels really dynamic and even though I previously had my issues with the controls for genshin, I somehow managed to get used to it now. Ofc I still can't wait for a ps5 release (praying) but so far it looks really good. Love the designs of the first few characters we meet. First battles were also no problem.

A me-problem is definitely the wordy-ness(?) of the beginning. Just like in every other game they try to explain to you the basics of the world building and system in simple terms but there's just so many new words 😭💀 my gp to attitude is fuck around and find out. Wouldn't be able to explain what a Tacet Field or Echo is to save my damn life. But I can play the game! I have played like a maximum of an hour and haven't even unlocked the banner system yet but while the game lets you roam around freely between mission points... I got that dangerous feeling that I could spend hours doing that and that is definitely a good sign. Very excited to play more. Might make it a before bed routine.

I want to be more casual about it and I think the fact that it's mobile is gonna help. Can't wait to meet more of these cool looking characters. Gonna try and pull Jiyan :) wish me luck.

[rosieblogstuff]

Two hours earlier...

Mac drops a few more do-dads onto the cleared-off cement paver and kneels down, swiftly sorting his finds into piles. “How many spare earpieces do you have, Riles?”

“Uh, there should be four,” she says, digging them out. The in-ear short-range comms they use for missions like this one are tiny, but also somewhat fragile, so she always carries a few extras in the pocket of her laptop case. “Seven if you’re counting the ones we’re using.”

Mac considers it, then shakes his head. “Four is plenty. Thanks.”

Jack’s already sitting on another cleared-off paver, one arm resting casually on his knee while he watches Mac disassemble a solar path light and pry out a cone-shaped light reflector. “So what’re we making?”

“Since getting into the building to place bugs is too risky, we’re going to use the glass dome as our ears,” Mac says.

Riley exchanges a look with Jack, who shrugs and takes the bait. “You want to explain that more or are we supposed to guess?”

Mac holds up a partly-constructed-looking-thing that involves one of the in-ear comms pieces, some wires, and the cone-shaped light reflector. “When sound waves hit the glass, they cause small vibrations. The vibrations travel through the glass. The conical shape of these reflectors will amplify the sounds to a single point, making them loud enough for pick-up by our comms pieces from the other side of the glass—like if you’re eavesdropping by pressing a cup against a door. With a few tweaks to the audio processing, we ought to be able to make out most of what’s said inside without needing to ever be there ourselves.”

Riley’s mind immediately goes to the code she’ll need to alter in the software that connects their comms. She’ll need to split the seven devices into two channels, add some extra processing to the four that Mac’s turning into bugs, then feed the reprocessed pick-ups back into their channel so they can hear what’s going on inside the building.

It’s a solid plan. It won’t take her long to do her part, and then they’ll be able to listen in on a planning meeting between representatives of four different terrorist organizations from afar.

The intel is going to be amazing.

“So we have to put those where?” Jack asks, while Riley logs in to her laptop and starts to work. “The ceiling?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Mac confirms. “The glass dome is perfect for collecting sounds from a distance. We’ll place four of these equally spaced near the center of the dome. It’s octagonal, so they should look like part of the pattern and blend in.”

“I think I’ve got the code you need.” Riley turns the screen of her laptop to face Mac while she gives him a run-down. By the time they’re in agreement about the code, he’s finished all four eavesdropping devices.

“We ready?” Jack gets to his feet, stretching his arms and rolling his neck. None of them are wearing vests because they’re not expecting trouble, but he’s got his favorite gun stuffed in a thigh holster. She’s carrying, too, but in a nice little holster on her belt that’s hidden by her jacket. “We’ve got about an hour, maybe two if we’re lucky.”

“We’re ready,” Mac confirms.

Jack eyeballs the glass dome on the building they’re trying to infiltrate. “I don’t want to be a party pooper, but that dome’s like a hundred feet tall and made of nothing but old glass, so what’s your brilliant plan for getting your gizmos placed without falling off of it?”

Mac’s had his back to the dome this whole time and he doesn’t look at it before he answers. “I'm going to climb it and stick them on. There should be hooks up at the top for a safety line, even though it’s an older building.”

“And you’re just going to… not look down at all while you get those things stuck on the glass below you?” Jack shakes his head. “So I guess I’m going up, then.”

Mac shakes his head in return. “No, like you said, the glass is old, and you outweigh me by what, forty pounds? I need you to help haul me up.”

Riley leans down and picks up all four of Mac’s devices. “How about you both help haul me up? I’m the lightest one of us, and I’m not scared of heights.”

Mac frowns. “You’re going to need to test the network from the ground.”

Riley stuffs the roll of duct tape over her wrist like a bracelet and holds her laptop out to Mac. “As long as you can establish the connection with each comm after it’s placed, I can make any other adjustments we need when I’m done.”

“That’s my girl,” Jack says, giving her a solid pat on the shoulder and a smile that makes her feel like he’s one step away from slapping a My Daughter is an Honor Student bumper sticker on the GTO. “Let’s get moving.”

(More on AO3)

[fluff-foraxil]

Until the end (Doflamingo x F!Reader) - 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1

Chapter 2

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The gentle breeze stroked (Y/N)'s face as she stood on the ship's deck; the sun hitting her soft skin and leaving a nice warm feeling on it. She wasn't a pirate nor a criminal of any sort, she was a traveler.

Her journey started from Pyua, the island she was born on, it wasn't that vast, and it mostly was a touristic island where people went during the holiday to unwind from their boring work life. Even pirates went there just to take a break and rest, before leaving for their next adventure; hearing them speak about the things they had seen and fought made (Y/N)'s heartbeat go faster, that's one of the reasons she decided to leave and start a solo journey.

That morning she was heading for one of the milestones of pirates, the Sabaody Archipelago. She heard so many stories about it and its weird bubbles that came up from the ground and went all the way up into the sky, before popping; (Y/N) was ready to visit such a unique island, she studied the map the staff gave her when she boarded and marked the areas she wanted to avoid if possible, aka the Lawless zone from Grove 1 to Grove 29. If she ended up there, she could protect herself, I mean what kind of idiot would go travelling alone without knowing how to fight? Especially in some islands where you could easily be abducted and sold as a slave.

«Ladies and gentlemen, we're about to land on the Sabaody Archipelago, you'll be able to see the different zones this amazing archipelago is divided into. As you can see the area from Grove 1 to Grove 29 is marked in red, we recommend you don't go there unless you're looking for trouble», the captain went on, talking about some curious facts about the archipelago.

(Y/N) was getting excited she could hardly contain herself, once she set foot on the ground, she looked up and saw a curtain of big bubbles on top of the mangroves.

"This will be amazing, I can't wait to see it all", with a bounce in her steps she went to her first destination.

Exploring and learning was fun, but it was even better with a full stomach. (Y/N) decided to stop at a court food inside the mall, there were many options, but she was looking for something to eat on the go; after spending almost half an hour deciding what to get, she stuck with a simple hamburger and a soda. Not the healthiest choice, but she could eat it while walking around.

She was in awe at almost everything she saw; it was amazing how the people living there used the bubbles to build houses, to make transportation devices, to coat ships so they could go underwater. After finishing her lunch, (Y/N) found a place to stop and write everything down, she was also looking for a place to develop the pictures she took.

"Is that...", speeding up she found herself at the entrance of a Luna Park, "Woah! It's incredible!".

Seeing all those lights and hearing all those sounds of joy made (Y/N)'s brain overload, she stood still with a grin on her face as she kept moving her head taking in as much as she could. She took a picture before deciding to have some fun; the rollercoaster was first, then the haunted house followed by the log ride, then to relax a bit she rode the carousel, leaving the Ferris Wheel for last.

(Y/N) was waiting in line, she felt a little out of place as she stepped on one of the cabins alone. Everybody else had a group of friends, a partner or a family member to go with.

She took a few pictures of the panorama when she was at the highest point of the ride, it went slowly so it was easy to take good photos.

"Mom, dad, I wish you could see it too", pushing back tears she got off and sat on a bench to write in her journal.

(Y/N) was enjoying the lively atmosphere of the park when a little girl running in front of her tripped, she started weeping as soon as she pushed her face off the ground. (Y/N) being a good person, immediately went up to her with a worried expression on her face.

«Are you alright, sweetheart?», picking the little girl up and letting her sit on the bench, she looked at the scraped bleeding knees of the girl.

«There, there, don't cry. It's going to be alright, where are your parents?», offering her a lollipop, (Y/N) carefully disinfected the wounds and bandaged them.

«They should be around here, I got lost so I started running to look for my family», the little girl calmed down as she sucked on the sweet.

(Y/N) looked around, no one seemed to have noticed the tripping child nor the fact that she was hurt.

«I can help you find your family», she made sure the bandages were secured.

The girl gave a big smile and chuckled, before thanking her.

«I'm Baby 5, what's your name?», the little girl said before taking her hand.

«I'm (Y/N)», thinking nothing of the girl's weird name, she simply answered.

At some point, Baby 5's legs got tired so (Y/N) started carrying her on her shoulders, which gave the little girl a better view of the park. During their walk together, they started talking and asking each other questions. Apparently Baby 5 wanted to know her better and declared they were friends now; (Y/N) laughed at that statement but assured the girl they were.

"Children, they think everyone who is kind to them is their friend", she thought while Baby 5 kept talking about each of her family members.

«I see them! Over there!», Baby 5 shouted, pointing at a slim lady with a short, dark pink dress, a set of garters on her left leg, and a coat draped on her shoulders. Beside her two children, one with a large physique and buckteeth, the other was smaller with pale skin and dark hair.

(Y/N) felt almost intimidated by the lady, but she gathered up her courage and walked up to her.

«Giolla-san! I'm here!», Baby 5 ran up to her as soon as (Y/N) put her to the ground.

The lady turned around and hugged the little girl, sending a thankful look towards (Y/N).

«Giolla, she's my friend, (Y/N). She was very kind, you know? My knees were scraped and bleeding, but she bandaged them», she pointed to her knees.

(Y/N)'s face was starting to change colour, becoming redder by the second. Then Baby 5 turned back to her, introducing her to the other two children: Buffalo and Law.

«Thank you for helping, Baby 5», Giolla beamed.

«It was nothing, I just...», she cleared her throat, «I must go now. It was nice meeting all of you».

She bowed and turned around, ready to leave that awkward situation.

«Aww, don't leave, please», Baby 5 laced herself on her leg, making (Y/N) lose her balance for a second.

«You have to go back home, little one, with your family. I can't stay with you», she tried to gently pull her off her leg.

However, Baby 5 was adamant about her staying, she gripped her leg tighter. It looked like a scene out of a cartoon, Baby 5 attached to (Y/N)'s leg as she was trying to find a way to gently rip her off it, while sweating like crazy because she didn't want to hurt the girl or make the lady angry.

«Oh, are we playing piling?», Buffalo misinterpreted the situation.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as her lungs got crushed by the larger kid. And there she was, lying on the ground, a child on her leg and one on her stomach, both laughing, finding the situation hilarious; while (Y/N) was crying on the inside, asking herself why she didn't run off as soon as she noticed Baby 5 coming for her leg.

«What's happening here?», a shadow loomed over the pile of bodies.

Giolla greeted the man, calling him 'Young master' or something like that.

«We are playing», Buffalo exclaimed, followed by the two children laughs.

(Y/N) was there, praying for someone to just free her from that situation. Limiting herself to study the funny looking man: tall, extremely tall, tanned, a ridiculous pink feathered coat, sunglasses, a weird walk and a grin that showed his pearly white teeth.

"He looks familiar", she would read newspapers and look at wanted posters rarely, that's why he didn't recognize him at first.

«This is my friend, (Y/N)», Baby 5 pointed out.

«It's a pleasure to meet you, sir», she responded with a strangled voice, since her lungs were still being crushed under Buffalo.

The children finally got off her, she took a deep breath, coughing a bit.

«Sorry», the children mumbled.

«Heh, it's ok», she smiled.

She had a sensation in the pit of her stomach, you know, when something that will change your life is about to happen. That's what she was feeling.

«You're good with kids, I see», the foxy laugh of the Warlord made her skin crawl.

«I suppose, sir», she was ready to die right there was an understatement.

(Y/N) was ready to die, go to hell and be reborn.

«Do you have a job now?», he was eying her, she could feel it even if he had sunglasses on.

«No, sir, I left home some years ago to travel», her heart was ready to explode, and her legs were about to give up.

«Well», he circled around her, «Looks like you don't have much on you, your clothes are old, dirty and ruined».

She felt like a prey under the gaze of a feral hunter.

«Come work for me, we need someone to care for the children, they cause troubles sometimes», he offered as he let out another short laugh.

«Pleaseeee, say yes», Baby 5 was looking at her with big pleading eyes.

(Y/N) was ready to pass out, she was scared that Doflamingo would kill her if she turned down his offer.

«I accept your offer, thank you», her stomach turned as Doflamingo's smile widened, if that was even possible.

"I'm fucked"

[dearfuturehusbandblog]

Let's Add to the Crap Pile

Dear Future Husband,

I'm broke. Have we ever discussed that? I don't remember for sure, though I think I may have mentioned it...

Anywho, the pain is still here.

It could be an ovarian issue, it could be a kidney issue, it could be dehydration, it could be a random pain that will go away on its own. But you know what, I'll never know! Because I can't afford health care. Because my ObamaDoesntCare has been pending for three years, despite my being reassured by the ObamaDoesntCare people that there's nothing that should be holding it up and of course it'll go through this time.

Wouldn't it be funny if this "looking for my beshert" blog turned into a "watch me die a slow death" blog?

On top of that, my bank account overdrew yesterday because I had a couple of bills that were paid automatically and I hadn't checked my account before to make sure there were enough funds there.

Now here's the kicker - I work for a small business and I've been gifted the wonderful role of paying myself for the work I do, which I zelle from my boss's account.

But, you see, I grew up in a dysfunctional and poor family with parents who did not instill in me a healthy relationship with money. And paying myself feels super weird, because I have to keep track of my own hours and when I track my time, even two minutes at work that aren't spent on work things feels like I'm stealing. I used to track my time by literal minutes, but when I first started working there, my boss would round up to the hour for pay. So now I round up to the hours. And that means if I'm paying myself for an hour, but part of that hour was spent on something non-work related, I feel like I'm stealing from my boss.

So I get weird about paying myself and I forget to do it. And it feels weird to do it at the beginning or in the middle of the week, so if I forget before Shabbos, I push it off to the next erev Shabbos. And at some point it's been like a month since I've been paid and my account gets overdrawn. Like a smart person.

But here's why I'm writing about all this now:

My boss apparently got a new phone and since it's not a recognized device, she had issues logging into her banking app and it completely locked her out.

So I can't even pay myself this week until she resolves that issue.

So the TL;DR is: my account is overdrawn and I can't pay my bills because I'm the one who pays myself and I'm so weird about money that I can't even pay myself like a normal person and pushed it off so long that I need the money this week because I live paycheck to paycheck and I can't even get a paycheck this week because of stupid tech issues.

My god, I'm a mess.

It's one thing to know it, but it's another thing to say these things "out loud" and see it from a normal person's perspective."

Either way, I can't afford medical care, so whatever this back pain issue is, it better go away on its own because I can't afford any other option.

-LivelyHeart

I googled it and there's something called Chronic Kidney Disease, which is apparently not reversible, and comes along with things like obesity (check) and high blood pressure (check).

My obesity is most likely tied in with two things - (1) stress and (2) food sensitivities.

My high blood pressure is most likely tied in with three things - (1) stress, (2) obesity, and (3) there's actually a genetic component for it on MotherLivelyHeart's side.

It's so funny how stress can cause obesity and obesity can cause stress. And my whole life is stress, so even when I try to get healthy, the stress is always there.

[foilfreak]

4 Lords Raise Rose AU Ideas

Not a single person asked for this, but that other post where I talk about the 4 lords adopting Rose but still technically being terrible people got way more popular than I expected it to, so, with about 6 shots of tequila in my system and a terrible urge to spit my thoughts out for all the internet to see and judge, I’ve decided to make a follow up post. Here’s how I think the 4 lords would take care of Rose in the event they rebelled against Mother Miranda and decided to raise Rose as their own instead, but like under the cut after a little bit cuz i accidentally went way too fucking hard with this and I don’t want ppl to get mad at me for making them scroll for an hour to get past this post:

First and foremost, I think they’d do it in stages, and what I mean by this is that Rose would essentially be given to a specific Lord for some period of her life, like a couple years, and then when she was deemed old or strong or annoying enough, she’d be moved to a different lord for some period of time and so on and so forth. They would do this because a) they all live in different areas and have shit to do so it’s easier to have Rose live with one lord at a time and then the other lords can just go visit her there from time to time, rather than try to work out a weekly custody schedule which we all know Alcina and Karl would NEVER be able to agree on so let’s not even bother, and b) because each lord would have either some skill or set of knowledge that would make them the best for caring for Rose at that specific point in her life. This way, all the lords have a (somewhat) equal chance to be a part of Rose’s life and teach her something while she’s with them. So with all that in mind now, let’s get down to who would have Rose and at what point in her life.

1. Starting off with infant Rose, I think she’d end up with the Dimitrescu’s for the first few years of her life, and the reason why I think this is because... well, Alcina IS already a mother to 3 girls, and while we don’t know a terrible amount about Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela’s “upbringing” under Alcina, we can gleam and theorize from her notes that, despite their fully grown bodies, the girls could very well have started out with the mental and physical capabilities of infants, and thus needed to be cared for and brought up in a similar manner as infants or children until they reached a certain point where they could officially be considered adults in mentality and ability, not just in physical appearance. So with this in mind, it’s entirely possible that Alcina could have at least some vague idea of how to care for an infant child through her experiences with the bug sisters; perhaps there’s some gaps in her knowledge, but if nothing else I imagine Alcina would be an infant Rose’s best shot at surviving infancy if only because the other 3 are so incompetent on how to care for a baby that Alcina looks like an expert in comparison. Not to mention that, of the possible locations for an infant to be raised, I do genuinely think that castle Dimitrescu would be the safest place for Rose to be kept during this vulnerable part of her life. Not only that but if Alcina has actually come to care for Rose as though she were one of her own daughters, then she would absolutely spoil Rose rotten with all the nicest clothes and fanciest toys, things that a small infant wouldnt be able to appreciate but would show that she’s loved and cared for nonetheless, and don’t even get me started on the bug sisters, I could see them fawning over Rose for hours on end, playing with her, singing to her, telling her stories of all the man-things they’ve gotten to play with today, and so much more. Overall, Rose would just be the most spoiled and pampered little baby with the Dimitrescus and there’s no changing my mind about this. The only thing I’m struggling to wrap my head around is how they’d feed her, since I doubt a small infant would take very well to blood wine and human flesh. I suppose it wouldn’t be terribly outrageous for them to hire a wet nurse/nanny to care for Rose during the day while the other Dimitrescus go about their daily duties, and when Rose is finally old enough to be introduced to solid food (I.e. fried human flesh cubes) they could do what they always do and turn the nurse into wine too, I guess. It’s not a solid idea but it’s more plausible than anything else I thought of so it’ll work!

2. After spending about 3 years with the Dimitrescus, Rose would then be moved to the Beneviento house. Now, If u don’t know anything about 3 year olds, then you’re probably ignorant to the fact that they are some of the craftiest, sneakiest, and most coniving groups of people to exist on this planet. 3 year olds are masters at getting into and touching just about anything and everything u don’t want them to touch, and worst of all, u won’t realize what they’re doing until they’ve already done it and left a huge mess behind, so while the Dimitrescus love and adore Rose dearly, they know it’s sadly time to hand her over when they find her sitting on top of a pile of dead bodies playing with a metal scythe in the dungeons. Once Rose is dropped off at the Beneviento house, I imagine Donna is her usual stoic self the first few weeks Rose is with her. She’s not cold or distant necessarily, in fact she’s quite happy that it’s finally her turn with precious baby Rose, but Donna isn’t exactly known for being outwardly expressive herself (and even Angie isn’t being quite as forward as she normally is), so things are quiet and peaceful for the first little while that Rose is under her care. It’s not until Rose takes an interest in her doll Angie, and more importantly the things that Donna can do with Angie, that things really start getting fun. By the end of Rose’s first month in the Beneviento house she and Donna are the best of friends and often spend their days either playing dress up and make pretend with Donna’s extensive doll collection, or playing elaborate games of cat and mouse, where Donna will set up lots of puzzles throughout the house for Rose to find and solve (I.e. rose has to match her dress to the doll with the same one as her to find a map telling her which kitchen cabinet Donna hid the chocolate in, or something like that), but be careful little Rose, Angie has been trying to get her hands on that chocolate all day, and if u take too long, she’ll find the map first and eat all the chocolate without saving you a single piece. Just silly little puzzles with enough at stake to engage the mind of a curious 3 year old, but never enough to put rose in any actual danger. Donna is nothing if not a watchful caretaker, so she makes sure she has sight of Rose at all times, occasionally giving her a hint if she’s struggling, and perhaps occasionally making things harder if that day’s puzzle is proving too easy for her. Overall, Rose’s time with Donna, while not as grand and luxurious as the Dimitrescus, was still a fun and enriching experience for the young girl, and there’s nobody in this world who thinks that Donna’s scar is cool more than Rose.

3. After another 3 years with Donna, Rose is now 6 years old and officially far too good at puzzle solving for Donna to keep up with. No matter what she tries or how hard she makes it, Rose just keeps blazing through the puzzles at an almost alarming rate, making it clear that Rose is desperately in need of not only a change in scenery, but also a change in education, and this is where Salvatore finally comes in. After leaving the Beneviento house, I think the next logical place for Rose to stay would be with Salvatore, who, with lore hinting at him perhaps being a scholarly man of some kind, would basically act as her elementary school teacher throughout the duration of her stay. Now, to be fair, Rose could have gone to Heisenburg’s factory, but Heisenberg outright refused to take her and the other 3 lords decide that the factory is simply too dangerous for Rose rn, who thus far hasn’t shown any signs of being anything other than a normal human girl with no noticeable abilities (save for a smart mouth and a terrifying habit of popping up when least expected, a habit she mostly uses to mess with Heisenberg, much to his disdain and Lady Dimitrescu’s delight), so it is to the mutant fish man’s unimaginable delight that he is unanimously voted Roses next caretaker, and the one responsible for her basic education. Despite his initial excitement however, when Rose is finally dropped off at the windmills by Donna, Salvatore realizes that he’s not 100% sure what to do with Rose now that he has her. He’d like to get started on her education right away but at the same time he’s so fearful of Rose hating him because of his disgusting appearance that he kind of just... avoids her entirely at first. He’s never far away from the little girl and is always ready to jump to her rescue should she need it, but other than that Salvatore seldom allows himself to be seen for the first month that Rose is with him, the only sign of him still being around being the platefuls of food that mysteriously appear in Rose’s room 3 times a day, as well as the occasional shiny trinket Salvatore found and thought Rose would like. At first, rose doesn’t seem to mind being left entirely to her own devices, but after every stone, log, and rotting fish corpse within 5 miles of the lake has been turned over and thoroughly examined, Rose decides she’s had quite enough of her Uncle Sal ignoring her, prompting the headstrong little girl to go looking for him herself. She finds Salvatore hiding underneath a patch of floating algae not far away from where she was playing and all but demands that the mutant man come out of the water and give her something to do or she’d tell Mother on him. Salvatore, shocked by the small child’s fearlessly blunt request, hesitates, not wanting to frighten Rose, but ultimately relents, crawling out of the water and timidly suggesting that he teach her how to read and write. Rose quickly agrees, seeming totally unbothered by Salvatore’s grotesque appearance, and the two quickly move to the schoolroom that had been set up specifically for Rose, where Salvatore spends hours upon hours a day teaching Rose everything he knows, filling the little girl’s head up first with the basics, letters and words, then numbers and simple equations, followed later by historical dates and time periods, algebraic formulas, and classic literature analysis, then biology, chemistry, physics, astrology, calculus, ecology, and so much more. Basically, anything there is to know, Salvatore knows at least something about it and he’ll make sure that Rose knows about it too. In the 3 years Rose spends with Salvatore she goes from already sharp as a whip, to being smarter than most adults even, and Salvatore takes immense pride in how intelligent and knowledgable Rose becomes thanks to his surprisingly effective teaching style. Overall, as a caretaker, Salvatore is pretty weird and doubts himself a lot, but Rose thinks he’s funny and loves learning from him so they get along very well and she loves him very dearly! He probs teaches her to swim and fish too.

4. So another 3 years come and go with incredible speed, and its with great sadness on Salvatore’s part that Heisenberg finally comes banging on the fish man’s door, all but demanding that he now be given his turn with Rose. Now, personally, I can see several different arguments being raised by the other 3 lords over why its a terrible idea to let a 9 year old anywhere near Heisenberg, much less be given into his care fully. After about 9 years of seeing his siblings paling around with the constantly growing child, and looking like theyre having the time of their lives all the while, however, Karl decides that perhaps there’s more to this little girl than he originally thought, and, with his interest now piqued (or at the very least looking forward to pissing the other 3 off for entertainment purposes), that its only fair that he be given a turn with her now too, seeing as how he’s the only one who hasn’t been given the chance to be her caretaker yet. This naturally does NOT go over well with the other 3 lords. Alcina all but threatens to kill Karl should he step so much as within 10 ft of Rose, while Donna pipes up and demands to know what his sudden interest in Rose is. Even Salvatore, who is quick to flinch away from direct conflict, goes as far as to harshly point out the plethora of times Karl had outright denied their previous attempts to get him to engage with Rose, so why on earth would they hand her over to him now when he’s previously shown to have absolutely no interest in her? After a long spout of yelling between the 4 siblings, an agreement is reached, wherein Rose herself will be given the chance to decide whether she wants to go with Heisenberg, or whether she’ll return to one of the other 3 lords for the time being. It is to Alcina, Donna, and Salvatore’s absolute horror however, that Rose enthusiastically agrees to go with her Uncle Karl to live in his factory, and with the deal already set, the other lords can do nothing to stop her from going. The trip to drop off Rose at heisenberg’s factory is a long and arduous one, especially for Salvatore, who sobs the whole way there about Rose forgetting about him despite the young girl’s insistence that she’d visit. The first thing Karl does after officially having Rose handed over to him, is give her an extensive list of all the places in the factory in which she is under no circumstances permitted to enter without his permission (which basically only leaves the control room and the old storage closet that acts as her bedroom as viable places for Rose to go and explore). The second thing Karl does is dump her in her new storage closet bedroom and then hightail it for his workshop to work on whatever sick and twisted amalgamation he’s got cooked up this time around. At first, Rose isn’t terribly bothered by this, since she’s used to having something of an “adjustment period” when she’s with a new caretaker, but unfortunately for her, this adjustment period lasts a hell of a lot longer than the others did, and by the time 3 months of almost no meaningful contact with Karl, Rose decides to take matters into her own hands and ascends into the depths of the factory despite the express orders not to do so. Now, going back to the idea that the 4 lords are still pretty terrible people, I doubt Rose has been kept ignorant to the less savory aspects of her caretaker’s lives, and tbh she probably doesn’t think anything of the fact that the Dimitrescus makes wine out of the blood of virgin women or that Salvatore still does cadou experiments (and had her help on occasion), but I imagine even Rose would find the projects Karl works on to be at least a little

4, cont. gruesome and horrifying in nature, especially since Heisenberg is the one she knows the least about. However, instead of turning Rose away from Heisenberg, these terrifying metal creatures she sees locked up only spark her already insatiable curiosity, and by the time she finally tracks Karl down, Rose is all but trembling to learn more about this horrifyingly fascinating metal world. Unfortunately, Karl is not nearly as happy to see Rose as Rose is to see him, and the engineer all but grabs Rose by the scruff of her neck and drags her back up to the control room, yelling and screaming at her all the while about how she was explicitly instructed not to enter these parts of the factory without his permission. Needless to say that Rose does not enjoy this treatment and immediately lashes out, half out of anger and half out of confusion as to why Karl was treating her like this. He was the one who wanted her here in the first place, so why the hell was he just ignoring her now? It didn’t make any sense and it was starting to piss Rose off, so naturally the only thing left for her to do in order to solve this complicated situation would be to continue to disobey Karl until he either gave up and sent her back to one of the other lords, or finally payed some damn attention to her for once. So that’s exactly what she did. Every single day Rose left her room (which Karl kept telling himself he needed to put a lock on, but never did cuz he’s an idiot) and descended down into the depths of the factory looking for something ogle at or tinker with, and every single day Karl would track her down wherever she’d managed to get to and throw her back upstairs threatening to feed her to the lycans if she did it again. This incredibly frustrating cycle continued on for the better part of the next month or so, finally coming to a head when Rose managed to wander into the part of the factory where the... less than successful experiments got put whenever Karl doesn’t have any further use for them but is feeling too lazy to kill them off himself. Long story short, Rose runs into a Sturm that chases her around the factory, causing all manner of mayhem and destruction, and would have torn her to ribbons had it not been for Karl, who jumped in at the last second and was able to fend the damn thing off long enough for Rose to get the ever living fuck out and back up to the control room where it’s safe. There’s a lot of loud noises and explosions coming from deep within the factory that last for what feels like an eternity, but Rose doesn’t dare venture out again until everything has gone eerily quiet and a deep sense of worry has settled in the pit of her stomach over what had become of her latest caretaker. Turns out the Sturm had recognized its creator and, after watching its initial prey escape because of said creator, quickly decided that it fucking hated Karl with every fiber of its being and wanted him dead if it was the last thing it’s propellers did. Now, we all know that Karl is a big strong boy who’s more than capable of handling his own creations and taking down strong enemies, but the Sturm is a creation that even he struggles to control on good days and today is decidedly not a good day so not only does Karl not have the slightest bit of control over the death machine trying to kill him, but its also a lot stronger than Karl initially thought and apparently not picky about the method which causes Karl’s death, which is evidenced by the nearly dead Sturm ramming itself into a power generator as a final act of defiance and nearly blowing up the whole factory and everybody inside. Heisenberg is able to contain the explosion somehow but not without considerable damage to himself first. Rose is, naturally, quite horrified to find Karl passed out in the elevator that had taken him up from the lower levels of the factory where the explosion was, skin burnt nearly to a crisp in certain areas and blood pooling from just about every part of him, and immediately heads over to try and help her injured caretaker.

4, cont. again cuz I physically can’t stop myself. Now, I imagine that any normal 9 year old probably wouldnt be able to handle this sort of situation in any meaningful way, but i think we can all agree that Rose is the furthest thing from normal (especially considering who raised her) and has probably seen enough blood and gore to not be terribly freaked out by it, but this is where things get a little speculative because we don’t know what Rose’s powers are exactly but we do know from the final cutscene that she does have them, perhaps even a plethora of abilities, and I like to think that some of those powers are related to Ethan’s superhuman healing capabilities, but unlike Ethan however, who from what we’ve seen could only heal himself, Rose can actually heal other people (tho this isn’t something she’s aware of at this point in time). The second the elevator door opens to reveal, what looks to be, a half-dead Karl slumped over in the corner, Rose panics and runs to him, doing everything she can think of save for maybe grabbing him by the collar or slapping him across the face, to try and get Karl to wake up, except nothing works, he wont wake up no matter how hard Rose tries and i imagine this must be incredibly distressing for Rose who never intended for something like this to happen or for her caretaker to die because he had to protect her even tho he told her not to go down there because its dangerous and anything down there WOULD kill her if given the opportunity. Anyways Rose is now full on sobbing on top of Karl like only a 9 year old who just discovered that her actions have consequences can, but unbeknownst to her (and technically Karl cuz he’s a little busy bleeding out all over the floor) Karl’s wounds are slowly beginning to close, the burns on his face and hands shift from a bright red to a dark brown before crusting over and flaking off, and even his breathing, which had been labored and inconsistent at first, began to level out slightly. Karl woke up not long after that and was surprised to find that a) he was still alive, which was cool, b) he was injured but not in indescribable pain, also cool, and c) there was a literal sobbing child all but sitting on top of him, which is definitely not something Karl was expecting but he supposed he’s been met with worse things upon waking up after almost dying so why question it. After taking a moment to gather their bearings, the two return to the safer parts of the factory to rest and recover and for the most part this little incident of their’s goes largely unspoken, with Rose not exactly in the mood to talk about how her disobedience nearly got herself and Karl killed, and Karl being too fucking tired to go after her about it, especially since she seems to have learned her lesson. The only downside to this whole thing is that now Karl has a busted up fuckin leg thats gonna take an eternity to heal even for him, and with so much work to still do he’s more or less forced to drag Rose around the factory and use her like the annoying assistant he never wanted (except he did want her, thats how this whole fucking mess started, you lug), except that Rose, who is more than used to playing lab assistant from her time with Salvatore, quickly proves to be a rather capable and handy person to have around, if only because she knows the difference between a philips and a flathead screwdriver even better than he does. An amicable, if still slightly awkward peace settles over Heisenberg’s factory once Karl starts actively engaging with Rose and giving her something to do on a daily basis, even if its just standing around watching him work and occasionally having her questions about what he’s doing answered. It doesn’t take very long after that for Karl to begin realizing that perhaps throwing a huge tantrum to get Rose to come here only to ditch her upstairs by herself for 3 months might not have been the smartest (or most considerate) thing he’s ever done, and even goes as far as to (kinda) apologize to Rose for being such a dick to her since she arrived.

4, last one i swear. Rose forgives him, though not before adding that she already knew he was an asshole from Alcina, which earns her a halfhearted swipe from Karl that Rose easily dodges with a childish giggle. From that point on their relationship improves astronomically as Karl finally gives in and teaches Rose about about engineering and everything else that goes into making the metal horrors that he’s known for. Karl is shocked at how quickly Rose picks up on the trade, getting to the point where Karl wonders if he should start giving Rose her own projects to work on, but quickly rolls his eyes and groans when he remember that Salvatore was the one responsible for her education up until this point, the mere thought of having to give compliments to that “moronic freak” for giving Rose such a good educational foundation makes him want to vomit despite how secretly impressed he is. Overall, Rose’s time with Heisenberg starts out shaky, very shaky even, but after a bit of disaster and some swallowing of the pride on Karl’s part, they end up growing quite close and have a nice fun Uncle and martass Neice dynamic. They make a good team and Karl does genuinely enjoy having a little assistant around to help him with his projects, even if Rose can sound a bit too much like Alcina on some days for his liking.

5. 3 more years come and go and now Rose is a strong and healthy 12 years old, perhaps riddled with a few more scars and smearings of ash and motor oil across her skin than when she first arrived but still strong and capable nonetheless. Going back to that first statement however, this of course means that it’s time for the other 3 lords to come banging on Karl’s door for a change, all but demanding that Rose be handed back over to them. Karl of course refuses, telling them all to fuck off and that Rose didn’t want a leave the factory, so upon realization that all 4 lords were gathered here with the intention of taking Rose back to live with them indefinitely, a fight immediately breaks out between the 4 siblings, as each one makes their case as to why Rose should be returned to them and not the other 3, which of course none of the 4 lords can come to an agreement about because they ALL want Rose to stay with them. So after another long and pointlessly arduous argument, Alcina finally breaks, proclaiming that they’d be here for all eternity of they didn’t make a decision now, and that, like the first time the 4 siblings argued over whether Rose should go with Heisenberg or return to one of the previous lords, Rose would be the one to decide which of her four caretakers she would return to. The agreement is made reluctantly, mostly on the part of Salvatore, Donna, and Heisenberg, but there was seemingly no other way for them to come to a decision, so it would unfortunately have to be up to Rose to decide which of her 4 caretakers she wants to stay with permanently. Rose is quickly brought before the 4 lords and explained the situation, before being given some time to herself to think and make her final decision. A tense and uneasy silence falls over the 4 lords as they wait for the little girl, who they had shown an uncharacteristic amount of mercy and time and devotion and love in the 12 years since Mother Miranda had brought her to the village with the intention of using her to revive an already lost and long-gone baby that she never would have gotten back no matter how hard she tried. Although they refused to admit it to one another, the lords all secretly knew that Rose had wormed her way into each of their cold, dead hearts, reviving an aspect of their humanity that they’d all thought had been lost ages ago. Rose came to the village bringing with her a wave of death and destruction, and yet throughout her childhood she has brought them nothing but light and life, illuminating their previously dark and desolate existences. The 4 lords loved their Rose very dearly and desperately wanted her to be happy, yet each of them possesses a dark and selfish desire to have Rose pick them over the other 3, to come and live with them forever and fill the hole deep inside them that they never knew needed filling. After a short while, Rose comes back out and stands before her 4 beloved caretakers, looking around nervously as she picks at her fingernails. The silence is thick and heavy as the 4 lords stare at the young girl, waiting with bated breaths for her to give her final verdict. Rose continues to say nothing as tears begin to flow from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks in thick streams as the girl begins to sob, dropping her head and clenching her dress. The 4 lords look between one another in confusion, unsure of what to do with this sudden burst of tears. Rose tearfully admits that she can’t and doesn’t want to choose which of the 4 lords she wants to live with permanently because she loves them all very much and wants to be able to see and live with all of them, like they’ve done thus far. Although the lords detest the idea of having to share Rose with anyone, they reluctantly come to an agreement for the girl’s sake, deciding that they would continue with the arrangement they’ve had thus far, only that Rose would switch between caretakers every 3 months instead of every 3 years, giving rose plenty of opportunities to see each of her caretakers just like she wanted. From then on, Rose continues to live her life

5, cont. growing up and learning more and more from each of her beloved caretakers. Although Rose would likely never know what a normal life looks like, living with 4 criminally insane monsters in the remote mountain village in Romania, it would be impossible to say that she wouldn’t have a happy life despite that. Perhaps its because the girl simply doesn’t know any better, so she doesn’t have the ability to see just how messed up her life and her 4 caretakers really are, but i imagine that Rose probably wouldn’t care very much to learn even if she had the opportunity. She’s a happy little girl living a strange but enjoyable life with the only family she’ll ever need. What more could she possibly ask for?

6. As for how Mother Miranda would play into this whole scenario I’ve just drunkenly spat out, im honestly not 100% sure. Ive seen some people suggesting that MM just kinda chills and lets the lords do what they want with Rose, but tbh I honestly don’t see that happening in this universe. MM would still have been just as crazy and driven to get Eva back as she was in canon, so i doubt she’d willingly standby and let her “false children” take away her one shot of getting her real child back simply because they didn’t want to hurt her, i just don’t personally see that happening. The two most likely scenarios i can come up with is that the Lords either banded together and look Miranda on together, their combined forces being enough to take her down and kill her, OR, Ethan is the one to take down MM like he did in canon but he passes out before he can get to rose, giving the lords (who he hadn’t ended up killing but just escaping from i guess) the opportunity to slide in, grab rose, and hightail it out of there, leaving Ethan’s body to be retrieved by Chris, who, due to not seeing or hearing Rose anywhere, believes that Rose must have been accidentally killed along with MM, which he later tells to Ethan and Mia. Regardless of how MM gets taken out of the picture (or if she’s given room to potentially come back later), the 4 lords retreat with Rose and begin the whole cycle I explained up above, but i did want to briefly address how I saw MM fitting into all of this since she is a vital part of the original story and the biggest obstacle to the lords having anything to do with Rose.

Anyways, that was so much longer than I intended it to be but I had so much fun with it just because it gave me the opportunity to spit some fun ideas and potential plot points out about this cool AU that I like and hope someone does SOMETHING with, please god someone do it, I’d do it myself but i have enough projects at the moment unfortunately. If you managed to make it all the way to the bottom, thank you for reading all of that, I appreciate it, and I hope you enjoyed at least some parts of this, and maybe even agree with some of the things I said. Feel free to leave your own ideas in the comments, I’d love to read them and hopefully if enough people like this maybe i will actually do something with it. Who knows? I certainly dont. Anyways thank you for reading all this, i hope you have a great day, and maybe ill see you around in another post. Bye!!! <3

[yzeltia]

Something Happened in Pelican Town

Chapter 2: Dusty's Path Characters: Acre Stanford(Farmer), Dusty the Dog, Alex Rating: Mature Notes: Mentions Homophobia - Previous - Next -

Life doesn't always go the way we expect it to. I had no intention of becoming a farmer, even when I became determined to come here and solve grandfather's murder. Yet I spent the week tilling, logging, weeding, and planting in the quarter acre in front of my inherited abode. In my haste to get on the ground with my investigation, I forgot just how much labor it would be to keep up pretenses.

It was rather intensive to start. I the first few days I was too tired to make it back into town. Robin stopped by to check on me and offer her old axe to get me started, but it seemed Seb wasn't going to leave his basement unless we were sleuthing. To be honest, I was a bit relieved. Even when we were younger, I felt a bit fetishized. An outsider, a representation of a life he wanted to live away from this sleepy nowhere where he felt it impossible to be understood. I can only imagine the look he'd give me if I told him I didn't mind putting in the work.

Being left to my own devices made it easy to delay my debut, though I'm sure word had gotten around about my debut. From what I remembered, Friday tended to be the busiest night and I doubted that the small town was capable of deviating too much from that. So I put it off until today.

Pelican Town hadn't changed at all. It had the charm of all the charm of a seaside village, though then when I didn't count a murderer amoung them, it felted haunted and quiet. More so when one walked the empty plaza alone.

I was generous with my journey, walking around the familiar stone streets. I could have easily wandered into the saloon early, but nostalgia set me aloft to the front of the Mullner house.

Evelyn Mullner had doted on me and often watched me when my grandpa went fishing with his buddies during my visits. I was too rambunctious to handle a long boat ride. I'd play with her grandson Alex and when we were little, we'd build a tent by the tree in the front yard and camp together. But as I grew older and closer to Sebastian and the others, a rift began to form. Then their was George. He had always been indifferent, but when I started to show an outward interest in my same sex peers his discomfort wasn't well hidden and Alex was pushed further away.

My heart ached. Despite the awkwardness at the end, I cherished Evelyn as if she were really my own granny. That she might have...or even George or Alex could have...

I faltered as I stood in front of the door, hand touching the wooden frame, feeling the notches where they carved Alex's height and his mother's before him, marveling as I thumbed over Alex's most recent measurement.

Between guilt and embarrassment, I pulled myself away and headed to the saloon, only to stop at the makeshift fence with "DOG" sloppy painted on the gate. Smiling, remembered Alex making me paint this for him...and being in trouble for getting paint all over his bedroom floor. With a little whistle, I looked on to the doghouse, hearing the low growls of Dusty from within before he trotted out to greet me, tail wagging.

"You've gotten a bit chunky boy," I cooed, reaching in to stroke his ears as he excitedly bounced against the fence with a little bark.

"Wow. I don't think I've seen Dusty ever warm up to someone like that," a voice called out.

Turning, I looked up to a young man in a green Letterman jacket tossing up a grid ball then catching it as he looked at me and asked, "You visiting someone?"

I swallowed, gazing up to the man my childhood friend had grown to be, though with the jacket it seemed he carried a degree of innocence about him. I stood still for a moment, waiting for Alex to recognize me, and when that didn't, I recoiled.

"No. I took over Stanford Farm."

"Really? Didn't think anyone would want that place. Kinda got over grown after the old farmer croaked. Glad someone got to it before JojoMart could."

My attention snapped to the market across the river. The town didn't need two markets, but the Jojo Corporation seemed intent on spreading its poison even somewhere as remote as Pelican Town. Land grabbing the farm would make a good motive to get my grandfather out of the way with the assumption the family wouldn't bother with it and sell it.

"You good there?"

"Sorry. Got lost in a thought...I need to go," I apologized, giving Dusty a head rub before briskly brushing by Alex.

Alex spun then rubbed the back of his head. "Ah. Hey! I didn't catch your name!"

I froze. I didn't want to sit and play catch up, I needed to find a good place to set up in before the rest of the town started to arrive. "Acre..."

"I'm Alex. Hope to see you around! Feel free to come say hi to Dusty. He seems to like you and everyone else is scared of him.

My gaze lowered. It had been six years and it's not like we kept in contact. Still, it stung a bit, though I suppose there were worse ways that it could have went. It's probably for the best I don't get caught up in nostalgia anyway.

[themaribatpit]

Hanging by a Thread: Chapter 3

Rated M: DC canon-typical violence, suggestive threats

Author’s Note: Neither of us are actually American, and DC Fanboy has some gripes with certain American habits.  Please feel free to tell us how uncultured we are in the comments, and try and explain yourselves to non-Americans.

Ships: Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon (side ship).

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Chapter 2 - Chapter 4​

Chapter 3

Dick slumped down on a chair when they returned to the Belfry.  He ripped off his domino mask and let out a sigh. “Damn he’s good, then again he was taught by the best.” 

“Dick!” Barbara gave him a dirty look. They both looked towards their French guest to see her still lost in thought. 

Ladybug transformed back to Marinette, and then slowly walked over to get herself another cup of hot chocolate to cheer herself up. As she operated the multi hot drinks machine in the Belfry, she thought about how incredibly convenient the device was. Barbara and Dick mentioned that unless it was winter, no one else used it for hot chocolate. 

Hot chocolate dispensed from the machine, and as she picked up the paper cup, a shadow loomed over her. She was able to make out the silhouette of an imposing figure with demonic pointed ears. She squealed in shock, spilling her hot chocolate on the figure. 

Dick rolled off the chair laughing, “Oh, better fly away home Ladybug.” “How long have you been waiting to use that joke?” Barbara said without looking away from the screen.

“Since the moment I met her, Babs,” Dick retorted.

After the initial shock, Marinette was able to see the figure clearly and realised she just spilled hot chocolate on Batman. The Batman. Marinette paled at what she had done, she fumbled around looking for tissues. All the while apologising profusely as she tried to find anything to wipe the Caped Crusader clean from this chocolatey mess. Her mind ran at a mile a minute, thinking of what Batman would do to her for spilling hot chocolate on him. She thought of how Batman would squish her like a bug, or perhaps he would break all of her limbs, and send her on the first flight back to Paris while tied to the cargo hold. Her mind was catastrophizing and going into a full panic as she stumbled around the kitchenette. 

Marinette found a damp cloth and began wiping Batman vigorously from head to toe and hoping it would somehow lessen her punishment. She looked up to see that Batman continued to stare at her with his infamous glare. Seeing that her attempts to clean up her mess had no effect, she ran back towards the main room and grabbed Dick, holding him in front of her as a shield. 

Batman slowly followed, without saying a word he stomped into the main room and came to a halt right in front of Dick. “Uh, hi.” Dick awkwardly greeted Batman. Marinette shakingly peeked her head out from behind. 

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, also known as Ladybug.” Batman’s low voice boomed with authority. “What are you doing here in Gotham?” 

Marinette yelped and went back to hiding behind Dick. Barbara interjected, “She’s here to investigate a recent use of the Lazarus Pit, mainly the Red Hood. From what we gather the creatures that give her power were also the ones who created the pits.” She explained on Marinette’s behalf. 

An uncomfortable silence hung in the room as Batman contemplated her answer. “Fine,” he relented. He turned and walked away. 

Marinette released a sigh of relief as she saw Batman leave. Dick took out his phone and began tapping on it, he just had to notify the rest of the Bat Family of what had just transpired. After a few moments he put his phone back in his pocket and walked away, “I’ll get a mop” he yelled back at Marinette and Barbara. 

Marinette then slumped on the dining table, hands in her head. Completely embarrassed at how she made a fool of herself in front of one of the world’s greatest heroes. Barbara calmly patted her back in consolation. After she calmed down and got herself another cup of hot chocolate, Marinette decided to head home.

On the way back to the apartment she shared with Zoe, she checked the messages that Zoe sent her during the past couple of days.  “Hey, are you okay?” The first one read.  “I haven’t seen you in the apartment for a while now,” she said, followed by a message that said “Please don’t be dead, I can’t afford rent by myself.” Marinette sent a quick reply saying, “I’m okay, I’ve just been busy taking care of some things.  See you tonight.” she said. When Marinette got home, she logged onto her computer to see a few messages from Alya, asking her of how she found Gotham City. Expressing worry for her friend, especially with the notoriety of Gotham's crime rate.

Marinette typed up "Hi Alya! Gotham is all right, I can take care of myself, you know that."

Alya decided to video call Marinette and her face appeared on screen. "Hey!" Alya waved her hand to her friend.

"Hi" Marinette gave a tired wave back.

"Everything okay?" Asked Alya.

"Fine, just tired from moving into the new place." She explained.

"By the way, could you open up a portal with Kaalki to my room?" asked Alya.

Marinette complied with her friend, as she put on the horse Miraculous and opened a portal. Soon a paper bag dropped from the ceiling and landed on the floor. "I had a feeling you might want something to cheer you up, I went to your parents' patisserie earlier."

Marinette opened up the bag to see several treats from the bakery.  She thanked her best friend profusely, and began eating them “How are things back in Paris?” Marinette asked, taking a macaron out of one of the boxes, she smiled as she took a bite out of it.  It was almost like she was 13 again, and her dad had given her a box of macarons for the first day of school.  

“Nothing we can’t handle,” Alya said, winking at her. “So, have you met any of Gotham’s vigilantes yet?” Marinette rubbed the back of her neck.  “Well, yeah,” she might as well tell her some of the things that happened.  “I accidentally spilled hot chocolate on Batman’s cape,” she confessed. “And you’re still alive?” Alya’s mouth hung open in shock. “Well, he does have a pretty strict ‘no killing’ policy,” Marinette told her. “Okay fair enough, how are you still in one piece?” Alya asked, still somewhat shocked.

“He just kinda glared at me, and I hid behind one of his sidekicks.” Marinette told her, “So, that’s how.” “Ah so you’ve met the sidekicks then,”  Alya gave her another knowing smile. “Some of them, Nightwing being one of them.” Marinette told her. “Did you get a good look at his assets?”  Alya gave her a wink, and Marinette rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty sure his assets were spoken for,” Marinette said, and before Alya could say anything more she quickly added “and no, I am not telling you who the lucky person is.” “You’re no fun.” Alya pouted mockingly, but she couldn’t stay angry at her friend.  Alya noticed the faraway look in Marinette’s eyes at that moment, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Marinette wondered how best to phrase it, “do you know anything about the Red Hood?” she asked.

Alya’s eyes widened in shock, “You’ve met him? Are you and Zoe living in his territory?”

“No, at least not that I know of, I just…” Marinette assured her, “Do you know anything about him?” “Give me a moment,” Alya said, quickly turning away to search for something on her laptop screen, “must have heard something about the guy…” she muttered.  Marinette never really told Alya about her soulmate bond, and she wasn’t about to start now.  “Says here he’s a crime lord that operates in Gotham City, that he took over Black Mask’s crime syndicate not too long ago…” Alya told her, “Pretty brutal to those who cross him, by the sound of things.” “Good to know,” Marinette muttered. “Marinette, are you sure you and Zoe are okay?” Alya asked. “We’re fine, just that Ladybug ran into him while working with Batman’s sidekicks.” Marinette told her. “I should have been there, it would have been a fun interview for Ladyblog.” Alya chuckled, and Marinette raised an eyebrow.  “I mean, after the fight of course, or maybe I should just stop talking.” “Try pitching the idea to Vicki Vale or Lois Lane, I’m sure they would jump at the chance.” Marinette joked.

"Just you wait until I get my Journalism degree, I'll bother you everyday for a scoop." Alya retorted. The two of them continued to laugh and joke with one another before Marinette went to bed.

The next morning, Marinette was woken by someone gently nudging her awake.  “Get dressed dummy, we’re going out.” she heard a voice say. Marinette looked up and blinked a few times before Zoe’s face came into view.  “What time is it?” Marinette groaned. “9am,” Zoe told her, “we are going to go out and get some breakfast together.” Marinette groaned in response, but slowly got out of bed.  Zoe leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms and smiling.  She chuckled slightly at the sight of Marinette’s tousled hair, Marinette smiled slightly in response.  “All right, all right, give me some time to get dressed.” she said and Zoe left, closing the door behind her. 

The two friends sat down to eat breakfast at a nearby diner, and Zoe began telling Marinette all the ways in which America was very different from France.  “First of all, they call the 24 hour clock ‘military time’, I never understood that.” she explained before taking a bite of her pancakes.  Americans made pancakes a lot thicker and fluffier compared to crepes, was another thing Marinette noticed.  “Oh, no more 2 hour lunch breaks, and as a French person, you will get made fun of for having more time off work than the Americans.” she said.  

As the two finished breakfast, Zoe paid the bill and left a tip. Marinette raised an eyebrow at Zoe for paying what was higher than the bill. “Marinette, remember, always tip whenever you go eat at a restaurant or a diner.” She explained. 

“Why? Isn’t there a service charge added? Don’t the servers get paid?” Marinette asked.

“Not at all.” Zoe deadpanned. 

“What?” Marinette exclaimed in shock, she quickly covered her mouth as eyes turned to face her for her outburst. 

 Zoe beckoned Marinette to follow her, “Come on, I’ll show you all the hotspots in Gotham City.”

 The two walked out onto the street and across several blocks.  Zoe stopped as the two reached their destination. She then pointed to an old gothic tower, “That there is the old Wayne Tower, creepy isn’t it? Built in 1888 by Cyrus Pinkey for the Waynes right at the heart of Gotham City. It’s been closed for a few years now, since Wayne Enterprise moved to the New Wayne Tower in the financial district.”

 Marinette’s eyes widened in recognition, it was where the Belfry was located. She remembered the gothic tower, but she had no idea it was the old Wayne Tower. She decided it would be best to keep quiet about this revelation. 

 The two continued sightseeing as they ventured into Robinson Park. “This park is amazing, the biggest park in the heart of Gotham. Also it's very close to Gotham U, I’d love to come here everyday after class to unwind.” Zoe explained. The two calmly walked across the park, enjoying the scenery and stopping by to feed some ducks.

 “Anyway I need to get some things on the way back,” the two then walked to a nearby grocery store and bought groceries. Being on a budget, Marinette eyed the price tags frugally, calculating how much it would cost her. Zoe smirked at Marinette, knowing what would come next when the two went to the cash register. Marinette was thrown into a loop as the total amount did not match the price tags. Marinette tried to ask for an explanation from the cashier, but they were not helpful. The cashier only said that it was tax, “Why isn’t tax included in the price tags?” she pleaded to the cashier.

The cashier gave Marinette a light shrug. “That's just the way things are.” 

Marinette pulled her pigtails in frustration as to why the final price doesn’t match the price tag. “Ok fine, what's the tax in America?”

Zoe took the chance to intervene and explain it to her friend. “It depends, it varies between states, counties and even cities.” 

Marinette banged her head against the counter in frustration. “Why? Why is it so crazy here?” 

Zoe and the cashier laughed at Marinette's antics. The cashier asked “You new here?” 

Marinette did not lift her head up, “How could you tell?” 

The two made their purchase and walked home, Marinette had to do a double take on the loaf of bread she bought. She stopped Zoem and said that they needed to go back to the grocery store for another loaf of bread, because this one had expired. Zoe snatched the loaf from Marinette’s hands and took another look. “Nope it's fine, remember America uses Month/Day/Year here.” Zoe explained. Marinette’s eye twitched as the two walked back to their apartment. 

The semester began the following Monday at Gotham University. As a Fashion & Design student, Marinette had long studio classes which usually kept her busy during the day.  She would have to spend even longer hours in the studio if she had a project due.  When Zoe wasn’t attending lectures, she had a part-time job that kept her busy as well.  So Marinette didn’t see much of her by the time she managed to return to their apartment.

Over the course of the next few days, she would go to her classes by day and go out every night to search for her soulmate. However, the Red Hood had proved to be elusive, always alert to the movement of the red thread that tied them together.  Marinette found that the thread changed wildly.  Some nights she stopped by the Belfry, exhausted and dejected. Barbara had noticed this and decided that she had to know about Jason, it might change her mind or it might not. She deserved to know if she was going to go looking for him every night.

One night when she entered the Belfry, Barbara gestured to Marinette, “Come over and pull up a chair.” Marinette followed and brought a chair to the computer. The two sat side by side, “Mari, you deserve to know more about Jason...the Red Hood.”

Marinette’s eyes widened at the mention of her soulmate, “Please tell me more about him.” she begged.

“Marinette, I’m sorry, we knew more about him but we didn’t tell you.” Barbara apologised.

Marinette was hurt at how they were withholding information about her soulmate from her. “Why?” was all that she was able to say.

Barbara took a deep breath, “Because Jason was the second Robin.” 

Marinette’s jaw dropped at this bombshell, her soulmate used to be Robin. It would explain the skills he displayed out in their last encounter. Marinette wondered how tough his life was, how he suffered at the hands of the criminals of Gotham at such a young age. Some of the things he said back at the dockyards were now sounding like they came from experience.  “What was he like?” she asked, wanting to know what her soulmate was like before his death. 

“Angry, rebellious, Jason always felt like it was him against the world. He was caught trying to steal the wheels off the Batmobile, that's how Batman found him and brought him in.” Barbara explained. 

“How did he die?” Marinette asked.

Barbara grew silent at the mention of Jason’s death. “He tried to pursue the Joker, but it was a trap. The Joker caught him, tortured him for god knows how long. I saw his bruises, it-it was as if he was beaten over and over again with a crowbar.” Marinette covered her mouth and her eyes welled with tears as she heard the gruesome details of her soulmate's unfortunate end. 

“To make matters worse, he locked Jason in the room with a bomb.” “What about the Red Hood?” she asked. “We...we buried a mannequin in a wig,” Barbara explained, “the real body was taken by the League of Assassins, trying to make up for what happened.”

Marinette stood up and rushed to the guest room, she had heard enough.  She could not imagine the pain and suffering her soulmate had been through his entire life.

Jason had been constantly on the move, knowing that his soulmate was out looking for him.  He tried to shut off the part of him that wanted to get close.  He was honestly surprised the Bat clan hadn't told her every horrific story they had about him.  Either they didn't know they were soulmates or she was knowingly walking head first into the lion's mouth.  If she didn't find him, then she might stumble upon a group of his men at work, and they might be a lot less forgiving.   If he was constantly checking over his shoulder, making sure the girl wasn't close by, things were bound to start slipping through the cracks.  

He himself had various safehouses scattered around the city, but he couldn't keep running forever.   It was getting ridiculous, he had faced crime lords, assassins and even gone toe-to-toe with Batman multiple times.  Yet here he was, running and hiding from a girl who was about a foot shorter than he was.  He knew why, of course, he wasn't afraid of her but she should be very afraid of him.  He had hoped that she would give up the search, as she drew closer and closer to finding out the truth about what happened to him.  But life had never been that easy for Jason, and sooner or later she was going to get too close to the untamed monster beneath.  If she got hurt because of him, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.  Not even his old self could forgive that.  He would have no trouble protecting her from other criminals, not that she really needed it.  However, whatever came crawling out of the pits was something else.

After putting a swift end to some people who were causing trouble in his territory,  his mind wandered back to Ladybug.  Specifically, the sad look in her eyes when he explained how brutal and unforgiving Gotham could be.  He tried not to think about it, because that look made him want to hold her close, and reassure her that everything would be okay.  Thoughts of how the idea of her gave him hope all those years ago would come bubbling to the surface.  It made him want to protect her, to ensure that this world wouldn’t hurt her the way it hurt him.  When she looked at him with those eyes, it made him want to believe that she trusted him to do just that.  He shook his head, and told himself that what he was also the very thing she needed protecting from.  

Most nights Jason had nightmares about failing to save her.  There were even nightmares where she died by his hands.  Her blue eyes would become lifeless and vacant, her skin would feel ice cold, and he would end up cradling her limp form in his arms.  Batman would just love it if those nightmares came true.  It would only prove to him that Jason was nothing more than an unhinged monster he couldn’t cage.  It wasn’t as though the Bat had much luck caging the real monsters in Gotham anyhow.  Most days, Jason’s skin crawled as he remembered the feeling of the Lazarus pit’s waters.  The creatures she was palling around with were the ones who made it. They probably didn’t give a damn about the evil they had inflicted on the world because of it.   For all he knew, being around her little fairy friends would make the effects much worse.  Still, when he snapped back to reality, he would see the string glowing red, just as it had always done.  Occasionally moving and twitching as his soulmate searched high and low for him. Maybe the time had come to have a little talk, soulmate to soulmate...

[hotdogct]

under the same sky ||| teaser

“An age where you feel like you could love anyone, where you put everything on the line for the smallest of things. Eighteen. Adults say that it’s an age where we laugh if a leaf tumbles by. But back then, we were more serious than any adult, more intense, and had our strength tested...That was how our eighteen was beginning.”

-Sung Shi-Won, 응답하라 1997.

Synopsis: 1999. Amongst the sea of white raincoats and balloons belonging to Club H.O.T. you befriend Kim Jungwoo - a boy with a secret - who immediately fills your world with vivid color. With the new millennium approaching almost as quickly as high school graduation, your heart belongs to one man only: Kangta. And as his own future looms in the distance, Jungwoo can’t decide if merely idolizes the man, or if he wants to be the next Kangta.

He is certain of one thing, however: he is absolutely smitten by you.

Pairing: Student!Jungwoo x (f) Student!Reader

Genre: late 90′s!au. fluff, slice of life. friends-to-lovers, angst-ish. painful ending, you’ve been warned. 💀 Word Count: 10k++++ (teaser: 1.5k) Release Date: ???

Snoopy0219: how am i going to find you tomorrow! Snoopy0219: should i sing out ‘baaa baaaaa’ like i’m looking for a sheep in a pasture?? Baabaakangta: hahahhahahahahhahahaaaa please Baabaakangta: would you actually?? Snoopy0219: ;) you underestimate me Snoopy0219: do you have a pager?? lets exchange numbers Snoopy0219: or you could dress up as a sheep hehe Snoopy0219: that would be one way to have kangta notice you!!! Baabaakangta: >:( not. funny. Baabaakangta: i’ll be wearing a cow print hat, i’ll have a snoopy related gift sitting outside my bag?? Snoopy0219: okay!! i’ll go up and down the line ‘baa baaaaaaa’ing until i find you!! ^__^ Snoopy0219: see you tomorrow, sheep!!!!!!

You nervously look around as you settle into your spot in line, in no immediate rush to sit down on the hard concrete. While there weren’t many others amongst the crowd, it dawns on you you aren’t the only one sporting a big, fluffy, cow print bucket hat. Thinking back to your conversation with Snoopy the night before, you pull the small dog plush you had bought as a gift for your new friend out of your drawstring bag, making sure it would be visible to anyone passing by. 

Time slowly passes once you sit. At first you’re eager to fidget with your pager - sending a quick ‘8282’ to Snoopy, checking nervously every few minutes for a reply. Eventually the device vibrates in your lap, notifying you that she was on her way. The atmosphere was getting livelier by the minute, with fan groups dispersed neatly all around the perimeter of the arena, identifiable immediately by the color of their balloons and raincoats. Fan club leaders equipped with bullhorns led their respective contingents in song and chants, a preview of the many performances to come later that evening. Club H.O.T. was no exception, with girls going up and down the ever-growing line handing out support goods and spare white balloons, while ‘Hope’ played on repeat through a boombox towards the front of the queue. When you first arrived, the unexpected fervor of fanchants made you flinch, but after a couple of minutes you found yourself joining in, mindlessly adding your voice to the collective. 

All of your senses were overwhelmed. There wasn’t much time for your mind to ruminate anxiously about finally meeting Snoopy face to face. Nothing about her had seemed dangerous - which is why you extended the invite in the first place. On the very slim chance that she turned out to be a creep, she’d be insane to harm you in such a crowded place. You weren’t really worried about getting along with Snoopy - you knew that wouldn’t be a problem from your extensive chat logs. Rather you were terrified of what she would think of you - if she would even want to be your friend after meeting you in person...

“Baa baa?”

Your pulse increases rapidly, hearing the agreed upon saying that you and Snoopy had laughed about last night. But when you stand up and turn around to get a good first look at your new friend, your jaw drops open.

Standing before you, scratch that - above you is a...boy? He towers over you, black hair with messy overgrown bangs that surely had to impact his field of vision, framed in contrast by the hood of his standard issue white raincoat. His features were round - expressive eyes, button nose, full cheeks and chapped lips, currently pressed together and curved upward in a smile. He blinks once, twice, tilts his head slightly to the side, much as a dog might. 

“Baa baa? It’s me, Snoopy.”

Unbelievable, you think to yourself. It takes you a moment to find your voice amidst the living nightmare you suddenly were inhabiting, but you knew you had to be assertive and stand your ground.

“Did she really send her brother to prank me?! Get lost.”

If the boy was insulted, he sure didn’t look it. He was unfazed - the same soft smile remained on his face despite your hostility, as if he was aware of something you weren’t.

“Sheep, it’s really me, honest.” 

“Prove it.”

You regret your words the moment they leave your mouth. Without hesitation or warning, the boy swiftly closes the gap between you two, his face too close for comfort as it grazes past your own; his hot breath tickling your forehead, cheek, and finally your ear, where he whispers:

“I know aaaaallllll about that dream you had the other day, the one where you ran into Kangta at the convenience store and then, you know...~~’ 

Stunned into silence, cheeks-practically-burning-off-of-your-face-they're-so-red, you resist your immediate urge to slap this guy across the face, the nerve of the pervert…! Instead you thrust your arms out, making contact with his chest and successfully managing to push him away. He stumbles two, three steps back, his hands up in defense.

“T-that was in confidence, you jerk!” you stutter out, looking down at the ground and praying your beet red cheeks would calm down sooner rather than later, covering them with your hands.

The boy laughs - rather loudly, melodically, and pulls a pager out of his back pocket. Seconds later, the telltale notification lands on your respective device. The sharp features of your face softened slightly at the realization. Snoopy, he really was...

Lifting your head back up, you scan the boy standing in front of you over once, twice - this time taking notice of his lanky frame, narrow shoulders, tiny waist. Certainly non-threatening, but you’re still skeptical.

“I’m really sorry, it was never my intention to mislead you. Let’s start this over.” the boy clears his throat, and then bows, softly. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Snoopy, but since that hasn’t really worked out...you can call me by my actual name - it’s Jungwoo.”

“Uh-huh, Jungwoo. Is this how you pick up girls? Chat them up on Club H.O.T. and then-”

“I wasn’t lying about my love for H.O.T.!” He interrupts you, hands waving wildly in the air. “I think they’re the coolest!” 

At this he steps back and begins dancing the all too familiar choreography for “Candy”, singing out loud to the chorus timidly. You dimly recall Snoopy Jungwoo mentioning the hours he would spend learning each new dance routine, and the effort clearly showed - his movements bright and sharp throughout the chorus. You could’ve sworn he was defying gravity when he jumped - you had never seen someone so lightweight on their feet before.

And yet your expression was unreadable - mind a blur on account of the entire situation unfolding in front of you. Jungwoo notices this as he finishes, the smile dropping from his face as he catches his breath. Silence falls briefly between you both.

“...you really think I’d travel all the way here from Gimpo for a joke?”

There was now a tinge of sadness apparent in Jungwoo’s voice, and guilt washes over you in a sudden, cold wave. You can feel his eyes on you, the weight of your initial cruelty and skepticism like a hundred stones in each pocket.

“I love dancing, I love singing,” he continues. “I genuinely think H.O.T. are the best, are the coolest. I’m studying to be an engineer - I love school, I get good grades. Why can’t I enjoy both things?” When you fail to come up with any semblance of a retort, Jungwoo sighs, shifts his weight back and forth on his hips. 

“That's why I didn’t tell you the truth. It’s why I’m here now. If word got out back home that I was a card carrying Club H.O.T. member...” he fishes around for his wallet in his back pocket, fumbles through the card slots until finding his membership card, showing it to you with shaky hands, “I wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

There, printed in clean handwriting, was his name: 김정우.

You believed him by now - honestly you had the moment your pager went off while he was standing right in front of you. Snoopy, Jungwoo - whatever they wanted to call themselves - was your friend. What difference did his gender make, anyways? With a firm mental reminder to not share any of your dirty daydreams about Kangta going forward, you decided to finally drop your guard. It was time to have some fun.

“Some advice?” Jungwoo looks up at you upon hearing your voice, in the middle of putting his membership card back in his wallet. “If you don’t want your friends to find that card, maybe don’t carry it in your wallet.”

Jungwoo struggles for a moment before figuring out you were screwing with him. Once he puts two and two together, it doesn’t take long for his boisterous, musical laugh you heard minutes prior to fill the space between you and him, head thrown back to the late afternoon sky. It was now his turn to feel flustered - although his cheeks seemed to take on a much more flattering pink tone to them when embarrassed, a trait you were quickly envious of. An unspoken concession occurs between the two of you as you sit down.

To Jungwoo, however - it felt much more like falling.

authors note: my first ‘big’ fic!!! my baby!!! she’s very much still a work in progress, but after nearly 2 months of wanting to commit to writing something longer and then sitting on my bum lol. this is what i’ve got so far, but i do have a full outline and i’m chipping away at it day by day. any kind of feedback or general excitement for this would be so appreciated 🥺

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Better Than Fiction

Summary - What happens when Dean catches you reading a very inappropriate piece of writing?

Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warning - Fluff, Angst, Crack, Smut (the four horsemen are in this fic), unprotected sex 18+, kissing, swearing, fanfiction, a bit of ogling Dean.

Word count - 2.6k

Square filled - Smut ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - This is my submission to @evilskank-inthemegacoven's Bingo challenge. This is also my second submission to @supernatural-jackles' Biweekly challenge. Prompts are in bold (2 prompts used)

I wrote this crack fic because I was going through a terrible writer's block and I had to write something different from what I usually write. Hope you like this!

Thanks to @miss-nerd95 for beta'ing this! <3

You gasped loudly as he threw you over the bed, pupils blown with lust as he drank you in. You had never seen such hunger in his eyes. He was hungry and he made that clear as he ripped off your blouse in one swift motion leaving you just in your shorts.

All of your rational thoughts flew out of the window as he started leaving kisses down your body. His hands massaged one of your breasts as his mouth latched onto another, eliciting a deep moan from your mouth as his tongue flicked your hardened nipple.

You knew this was bad but you were taken by the piece of writing like a moth drawn towards the flame. You had put your hands in the fire, willingly, and now you were going to get burned by it, but you couldn't stop yourself from reading the next lines.

“De-” you whimpered as he let go of your nipples and started to work on your pants. His hands brushed your clothed core as he murmured, “Mhm, so wet for me already. How long have you been thinkin’ ‘bout me, sweetheart?” Dean ripped your panties and let out a low growl, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Long enough.” You purred. He pulled at your panties as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His teeth grazed your lower lips, drawing out a low moan out of you.

A small whimper left your lips as you looked around the empty bunker, thanking your luck that Sam and Dean were both out to pick up some supplies. You contemplated whether to move your reading to your bedroom or stay at the War Room table surrounded by piles of lore books.

You didn't even know how you ended up on this fansite because all this time you clearly had no idea that fans from all over the world were writing certain stories involving the Winchester based on the books by Carver Edlund. You were supposed to be researching for new cases, not read some erotic piece of writing about Dean Winchester, your best friend, but you somehow opened this site and you did come across a really sensual story, and ever since you started reading it, you couldn't stop. So there was no turning back now.

You let out a little sigh as you read on, knowing very well your panties were now ruined.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he whispered into your ears. He licked his lips, his eyes raking over your naked form.

“And you're overdressed,” you whined tugging at his jeans.

“Someone's a little too eager,” he smirked and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor. You could see his growing excitement strain against the material of his jeans. Your hands reached out to palm the very noticeable bulge but he quickly swatted your hand away.

“Tonight is not about me, it's about you, sweetheart.” He smirked.

“Mhm,” you nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. You threw your head back as you cried out in ecstasy when Dean put a finger inside you. He pumped twice before adding another. Your eyes fluttered shut as he curled his fingers in you, the tips brushing against your g-spot repeatedly, the action drawing out a loud moan from you. You could feel yourself edging towards the climax as Dean kept on repeating the motion.

You bit down on your lip, trying to stop your own moan that was threatening to leave your mouth. Your free hand gripped your thigh tightly, nails digging into your skin through your jeans as you felt your face on fire.

“Fuck,” you cursed as he pulled out his fingers just before you could come. He had a devilish smirk on his face and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. He quickly opened the button on his jeans before pushing it down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. You watched him as he took his cock in his hands, pumping himself twice before rubbing up and down his length, the tip of his length beaded with precum.

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” You were getting annoyed with his teasing.

“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” Dean pressed his lips onto yours in a chaste kiss before lining himself in front of your entrance. You sucked in a deep breath as he pushed himself in you. He-

You slammed your laptop shut as you heard the boys coming down the stairs. So lost in the story, you didn't even hear the boys closing the door of the bunker.

“Honey, we're home!” Dean teased, as he rounded the corner of the stairs and stood across the table. “You okay?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he placed the pack of beer on the table.

“Y-yeah. I'm great. Awesome. Amazing. Fantastic,” you blurted out and mentally slapped yourself - like that was totally going to help you and not raise any suspicion.

You looked at Dean with hooded eyes, feeling like you were seeing him in a new light. Were his eyes always this beautiful shade of green? Your eyes travelled downwards as you gulped at the sight of his jeans hanging low on his hips.

“Y/N?” You jumped at the voice of Sam.

“W-what?”

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed,” he asked with worries in his eyes.

“Stop asking me if I'm okay!” You exclaimed.

“Okay,” Dean raised up his hands in defence. Grabbing your laptop from the table, you stood up and turned on your heels to go to your room.

It had been three days since you had read the story about Dean, which you had eventually completed reading once you were alone in your bedroom. Three days since you had spent every spare minute you had to look up more of those writings about Dean. But now, you regretted it because every time you crossed paths with him, you wanted nothing but to rip his clothes off and jump his bones. You cursed Chuck for writing about the lives of the Winchesters and publishing it, giving way to the inspirations for these fanfictions. Your feelings toward him had intensified and you couldn't even form a complete sentence without stuttering while talking to him.

Even though Dean was indifferent to the change in your actions, Sam had quickly caught on to it but you had kept your mouth tightly shut, though you didn't know how long you would be able to control yourself around him - especially after tonight.

As you laid in the bed of a rundown motel room, you picked up a pillow to cover your ears, trying to drown out the voices coming from Dean's room. The banging of the headboard against the paper thin wall and the loud moans of the girl made you wonder if sex with Dean was really as good as you read in the stories. You looked over to the other bed in the room and saw Sam’s chest rise and fall accompanied by heavy breathing, indicating he was in deep sleep but Dean's low grunts and moans from the other room made it impossible for you to get any sleep that night.

“Morning,” Dean strolled into your room the next morning, with a stupid ‘I got laid’ look on his face. You glanced at him while sipping your coffee but refrained from saying anything.

“Next time, stay at another motel if you decide to bring home a girl,” Sam grumbled at his brother.

“So this is what it is all about? I swear you both are so uptight. You just need to get laid,” he smirked, taking a seat at the table across you.

You looked at him again but didn't say anything. You knew it was stupid to be angry at him. He was a man with needs and it was not like you had said anything to him about your crush.

“What's the matter with you?” Dean asked. You ignored his question as you grabbed your FBI clothes before marching off into the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. You couldn't think straight with Dean Winchester looking like a freaking Vogue model in a suit. You took your sweet time to put on your clothes before leaving the bathroom.

“Y/N,” Dean said the moment you entered the room. You didn't even bother to look at him. “You can't ignore me forever.”

“I'm not ignoring you,” you finally spoke, “I'm just not talking to you.”

“Why? What did I do, sweetheart?”

“I'm not your sweetheart, Dean Winchester,” you snapped, surprising him.

“Easy there tiger,” he joked before slipping into his work persona, “So what do we have?” Dean picked up your laptop and logged into it before you could say anything. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment as you saw Dean’s face scrunch up, his eyes moving swiftly over the laptop screen.

“I had no idea you were into fifty shades, Y/N,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“This. You were reading porn.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh Y/N. I was so wrong abo-” He suddenly stopped mid sentence as the playfulness left his face. “What is this?” Dean frowned.

“I….I don't-” You stammered. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to find out.

“Dean?” Sam called out to his brother, noticing his change in expression. The older Winchester shoved the laptop towards his brother, all the while glaring at the electronic device.

“What the hell?” Sam exclaimed as he took a look at the screen. “Y/N. Tell me you weren't-”

“She clearly was.” You winced at how Dean spit out those words.

“I can explain. I just came across-”

“Don't.” Dean snapped and stormed out of the room.

The hunt was a success and right now you and the Winchesters were celebrating the success in a bar. You rolled your eyes as you saw Dean flirting with a blonde so you knew you weren't going to get any sleep tonight either but what bothered you the most was that Dean had barely spoken any words to you since he found out about the stories.

“Hey are you okay?” Sam asked as you sat there at the counter nursing a glass of drink.

“Y-yeah I'm fine,” you whispered.

“Talk to me. You know your secrets are always safe with me,” he smiled.

“What's left to say? I came across a story. It was an erotic piece of writing with, uh-Dean, and I read it. Now I can't look at him without thinking that I invaded his privacy. I know it's all fiction but I read porn about my best friend. Everytime I see him, I am reminded of how he flicks his tongue-”

“Y/N! Too much information,” Sam groaned.

“Sorry.”

“What you did is wrong but you can't turn back time, can you?”

“No but what am I supposed to do?”

“Get laid. Relieve some of that tension.” Sam shrugged, making you glare at him.

“I love your brother, Sam who is over there flirting with that blonde, not talking to me. I-I can't do this. It's better if I just pack up my bags and permanently move to Antarctica.” You muttered.

“Y/N, be realistic. Talk to him or find someone to scratch your itch.” Sam said, getting out of his seat before walking away from you. You flagged the bartender for another round when you noticed a man slide into the seat next to you.

“Hey gorgeous. What is a pretty little thing like you doing all alone here?” You wanted to puke as soon as you heard the man speak. He placed a hand on yours, making your shudder.

“Hey,” you said, trying to use some of Sam’s advice and it was only for one night.

“Want to get out of here?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the man’s straightforwardness, he could have at least bought you a drink.

“Uhm-” you played along.

“Come on baby. You and I are gonna have an amazing night with your pussy wrapped around my cock-” and that was the final strike. You were ready to get out of the bar but not with that man.

“No thanks, I have a boyfriend,” you mumbled before finishing your drink and storming out of the bar, unbeknownst to the fact that Dean was watching the whole interaction, the woman beside him long forgotten.

Seeing you storm out of the bar, peaked his curiosity. He was never good with feelings so when he caught you fantasizing about him, it took him entirely by surprise. He had stormed out of that room because if he had stayed one more second, he would have taken you right then and there. After that incident, he couldn't get you out of his mind and that was making him uncomfortable because it was getting impossible for him to continue walking around with a hard on.

Three harsh knocks on the door of the motel room interrupted your solo drinking session. Annoyed, you went to the door only for Dean to push it open and get in quickly

“Dean? What are-” your words were cut off by him loudly closing the door behind him. “Look I'm sorry, Dean. I know you can't even probably look at me. I am so sorry-”

“Why did you read about me?”

“What?”

“Why did you read about me? Why not read about Sam?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“I-I….well. It's-I don't exactly have a reason-”

“Y/N.” He cocked his head.

“Fine. I like you. I like Sam too but he is like a brother to me and you're you. I-” you stopped rambling when you heard him scoff lightly.

“Then what's the matter with you?”

“Huh?” Now you were utterly confused.

“One moment you say that you like me and the next you are flirting with a sleazy bastard at the bar,” he huffed.

“You saw that?”

“Of course I did.”

“I thought you were angry at me because I literally read porn about you. You stormed out of that room.” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you whispered the words to him.

“I was angry but not at you. I don't like Chuck’s books but I kinda feel proud that you read porn about me,” you looked up at Dean and saw him smirking, “I was angry at myself because all this goddamn time I kept thinking you didn't feel the same.”

“What?”

“You have read about what fake-me can do, wanna see what the real me can?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“W-what?” At this question, Dean leaned in, cupping your cheek as he captured your lips in a kiss. Your hands travelled all the way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue swept across your lips, making you whimper. You both stumbled back to the bed, his lips still on yours. You only separated for a few seconds when you two quickly undressed.

“Dean!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming undone, followed by a guttural groan from Dean as he spilled inside you, coating your walls with his seed. He panted, dropping his head in the crook of your neck as you both came down from the high. Raising his head, Dean looked at you with a fond expression on his face as he pulled out of you, rolling to the other side of the bed.

“Whoever said it was very wrong. Reality is so much better than fiction,” you giggled, looking at the man lying beside you. He turned his body to pull you closer, pecking your lips.

“I can't argue with you on that. Now no more reading about me, okay?” You nodded a stupid grin on your face.

“I got the real deal.”

“So you're not moving to Antarctica, are you? ‘Cause I would love to call you mine and I'm not good at long distance stuff,” Dean smirked.

“No, Winchester. I am not going anywhere because I would love to be called yours. Also remind me to kill Sam in the morning.” You huffed, making Dean burst out in fits of laughter.

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