#(I’m only just trying to get this out here to inform people)

[lvnleah]

breaking the news | awfc x young!reader.

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November 28th 2024 | 6 weeks pregnant.

“Do I really have to tell the team?” You sighed, sitting in the back of Beth’s car as she drove you, her and Steph to training. “Can’t I just like…I don’t know, hide for nine months?”

Beth scoffed from the driver's seat, her eyes meeting yours through the rear view mirror, “Don’t think that’s possible, kid. People will notice and question things, how you gonna explain it when you pop up with a baby one day, huh?”

You groaned, slumping further into the seat and crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t know, say I found it on the doorstep like Harry Potter?”

Steph snorted from the passenger seat, shaking her head. “Yeah, good luck with that one, kiddo. Pretty sure Renée and the girls will see right through that.”

Beth chuckled, but her voice softened as she glanced at you again. “Look, I know it’s scary, but this isn’t something you have to go through alone. You tell them when you’re ready, but hiding it isn’t gonna work forever.”

You let out a slow breath, staring out the window as the training ground came into view. “I just… I don’t want them to look at me differently. Or treat me like I’m fragile, or worse…like I’ve ruined my career before it’s even started.”

Steph turned around in her seat, her expression serious but kind. “No one’s gonna think that, H. You’re still you. You’re still a part of this team. And if anything, they’ll support you, just like we do.”

Beth pulled into the car park, turning off the engine before twisting around to face you. “You don’t have to say anything today if you don’t want to. Just take it one step at a time, okay?”

You nodded hesitantly, your stomach twisting with nerves as you spotted a few of your teammates already heading inside.

One step at a time.

As you got out of the car, Steph slung an arm around your shoulders, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, H. You’ve got this.”

A little while later, you sat stiffly in Renée’s office, your fingers digging into the fabric of your training top as she finished scribbling something in her notebook. She hadn’t even looked up yet, and already, you felt sick.

Beth and Steph had offered to come with you, but this felt like something you had to do on your own. You were twenty, barely an adult, and about to tell your manager that you were pregnant. That you would be stepping away from playing just as your career was getting started.

Finally, Renée set her pen down and met your eyes with a small smile. “What’s on your mind?”

Your throat was dry. You thought about stalling, about dancing around the subject for as long as possible, but you’d been dreading this moment for days. The longer you dragged it out, the worse it would feel.

“I, umm, I-I’m pregnant…”

The words hung in the air, thick and heavy.

Renée didn’t react at first. She just blinked, lips parting slightly like she wasn’t sure she’d heard you right. Then, she leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly.

“You’re… pregnant?”

You nodded, gripping your knees to keep your hands from shaking. “About six weeks…I think.”

She ran a hand through her hair, clearly trying to process the information. “Okay. Wow. That’s… a lot.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. “I know.”

For a few seconds, she was quiet, her brows drawn together. When she finally spoke, her voice was gentler. “How are you feeling about it?”

Your chest tightened. “Scared…I don’t know. A bit overwhelmed and terrified. I’m only twenty and it isn’t exactly ideal.”

“Is this what you want?”

You hesitated, but only for a moment. “Yeah, I want to keep the baby.”

Renée studied you carefully, then sighed, nodding. “Alright.”

You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath until the weight in your chest loosened slightly. “You’re…you’re not mad?”

She gave you a look. “You’re pregnant, you didn’t murder anyone.”

You huffed a small, nervous laugh, and she shook her head, offering a small smile. “I won’t lie to you, this is a shock. And it’s going to be a big adjustment for you, for your career. But if this is what you want, then we’ll support you. You’re still part of this club, no matter what.”

Your fingers curled into the hem of your top. “I want to keep training. Just… no contact, obviously.”

Renée nodded. “That’s the best plan. We’ll have to make adjustments, but we’ll keep you involved because I don’t want you isolating yourself.”

You exhaled shakily, relief washing over you. “Thank you.”

Her expression softened. “You don’t have to go through this alone, you know. Have you told anyone else?”

You nodded. “Beth and Steph were then when I took the test.”

Renée smirked. “Of course. They’ll take good care of you. Just let me know when you want to tell the team yeah? There’s no rush.”

You nodded once again, fidgeting with the hem of your training kit, “I think I want to wait until I’ve had my first scan…y’know just check everything’s alright?”

“That sounds like a good plan, when is that?” Renée asked, grabbing a pen to jot down the date in her notebook. 

“Umm in a couple days,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “I haven’t told many people yet, just Beth and Steph… and obviously now you.”

Renée nodded in understanding. “That’s completely fair. It’s a big thing, and you get to decide when and how you tell people. If you want, I can help you figure out the best way to tell the team when you’re ready.”

You let out a slow breath, some of the tension in your shoulders easing. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. That would be nice, thank you.”

Renée gave you an encouraging smile. “Of course. We’ll take it one step at a time. For now, just focus on what you need, and let me know how me and the staff can help.”

You nodded, feeling a little more at ease. It wasn’t going to be easy, but at least you weren’t doing it alone.

“Do you have anyone coming with you to your scan?” Renée asked, “Like your parents or the baby’s father?”

You hesitated, shifting in your seat. “Uh… no. My parents aren’t really talking to me much right now, and there’s no—” You swallowed, shaking your head. “It’s just me.”

Renée’s face softened, her head tilting slightly as she studied you. “That’s a lot to carry on your own.”

You gave a small shrug, looking down at your hands. “Beth and Steph have been great. But, yeah… it’s a lot.”

Renée nodded. “Well, if you ever need more support, we’ll figure it out together. You’re not alone in this, alright?”

You exhaled slowly, giving her a small, appreciative smile. “Alright.”

“Would you like someone to come with you to the scan? Beth or Steph maybe?” She offered. 

You bit your lip, considering it. You hadn’t really thought about it. The idea of going alone didn’t scare you exactly, but… it wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do by yourself either.

“…Maybe Beth?” you admitted hesitantly.

Renée nodded with a small smile. “I think she’d love to be there for you. Why don’t you ask her after training?”

You nodded slowly, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah… yeah, okay. I think she’s planning on coming anyway.”

Renée leaned back, glancing at the clock before looking at you again. “Do you want to train today?”

You hesitated, feeling a little drained from the conversation. But the idea of skipping didn’t sit right with you either.

“…Yeah, I think I do. Just need to keep my mind busy.”

Renée smiled, nodding. “Alright. Let’s get out there then.”

“One more thing before you go.” Renée added as you pushed yourself up from your seat. 

You paused, turning back to face her.

“I’ll need to liaise with the team doctors and physios to make sure we create a plan that keeps you and the baby safe,” she explained. “We’ll need to monitor your workload, adjust your training, and make sure you’re getting the right support like nutritionally, physically, and mentally.”

That made sense, but the thought of being fussed over still made your stomach twist. 

“I don’t want to be treated like I’m fragile,” you admitted, “I still want to train as much as I can.”

Renée gave you a small smile. “I get that. No one’s saying you can’t train, but we need to be careful about it. You’re an athlete, and pregnancy affects your body in a lot of ways. We want to make sure you stay as strong as possible while keeping you safe.”

You nodded, exhaling through your nose. “Yeah. That makes sense.”

“I’ll set up a meeting with the medical staff for later this week,” Renée continued. “You won’t have to make any big decisions right away, but we’ll figure it out step by step. Sound good?”

You hesitated for a second before nodding. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

“Good.” Renée smiled, then nodded toward the door. “Now go get changed before Beth comes looking for you.”

“Thank you, Renée.” You mumbled as you left her office. 

A few days later, it was the day of your first scan, you found yourself sitting in a small clinic room, nerves buzzing through your body. Beth sat beside you while Steph was on your other side, offering quiet reassurance.

“You okay?” Beth asked softly, noticing your knee bouncing up and down anxiously. 

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, just… nervous I guess.”

Beth smiled gently. “It’s gonna be alright, kid.”

The sonographer called you in a few moments later, offering a friendly greeting as she let you into the room before getting everything set up. Your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest as you laid down on the bed before she moved the probe over your stomach, the screen coming to life with grainy black-and-white images.

And then, there it was.

A tiny flickering heartbeat.

Your breath hitched, and your eyes stung as you stared at the screen, barely able to process what you were seeing. “That’s… that’s the baby?”

The sonographer smiled. “That’s your baby.”

Beth smiled beside you, clearly emotional, and Steph just let out a shaky breath. “Oh my god,” Beth murmured. “That’s real.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen, your heart swelling with something you couldn’t quite name. It was overwhelming, terrifying, but also… incredible.

That was your baby. 

In a few months you’d be responsible for that little person. 

“I…umm…how far along am I?” You asked the sonographer anxiously. 

She adjusted the probe slightly, studying the screen for a moment before responding. “You’re measuring at about seven weeks and two days.”

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Seven weeks. It felt strange and fake, yet so real now, seeing the tiny flickering heartbeat on the screen.

Beth gave your hand a gentle squeeze, her eyes still locked on the image. “That’s wild,” she murmured. “That’s your little one in there, H.”

Steph nudged you lightly. “You okay, Hayden?”

You swallowed, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Just… it’s a lot.”

The sonographer continued taking measurements, noting everything down before turning back to you. “Everything looks good so far. Baby’s growing well, and the heartbeat is strong. Would you like a picture to take home?”

You hesitated for a second before nodding. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

As she printed out the image and handed it to you, you stared down at the tiny shape on the paper, tracing the outline with your thumb. It still felt surreal, but for the first time since seeing that positive test, the fear wasn’t quite as overwhelming.

As the appointment wrapped up, the sonographer handed you some paperwork and a few leaflets about prenatal care. “Your next scan will be when you’re twelve weeks, but if you have any concerns before then, don’t hesitate to contact us.”

You nodded, gripping the ultrasound picture a little tighter. “Thank you.”

After the scan, as you sat in Beth’s car clutching the ultrasound pictures. 

“I want to tell the team,” you said quietly. “At training tomorrow.”

“You sure?” Beth asked you, “There’s no rush but it’s up to you, H.”

You nodded, still staring at the little image in your hands. "Yeah. I mean, I'm still scared, but... I don't want to keep hiding it. And after seeing—" You exhaled shakily, tracing your thumb over the tiny shape again. "It feels real now. I think I'm ready."

Steph nodded from the front seat, "We'll be right there with you."

Beth smiled, starting the engine. "They're gonna support you, H. Just like we do."

The next morning, your stomach twisted with nerves as you walked into the training ground. You decided to tell Kyra separately, she was your best friend and you wanted her to know first.  

The pair you had become close since she’d joined Arsenal, she found the move difficult and you ended up supporting her a lot. The two of you were inseparable sometimes. 

“Hey, uh… can I talk to you real quick?”

Kyra nodded her head as she got changed in the empty changing room quickly, “Yeah, everything alright?”

“I—um, I’ve been meaning to tell you something, but I wasn’t sure how.” You said, fidgeting with your hands. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

Kyra nearly choked as she took a sip of water. “Wait, what?!”

Her eyes were wide as she stared at you, mouth slightly open. “You’re—you’re actually serious?”

You nodded, feeling your face heat up. “Yeah. Had my first scan yesterday.”

Kyra blinked, then shot up from her seat. “Holy shit, H!” Before you could react, she was pulling you into a hug, squeezing you tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You let out a breathless laugh, surprised by her reaction, you thought she would’ve been more of a pest. “I—I was scared, I guess.”

Kyra pulled back, “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Are you, like, gonna be okay with all this?”

Her rapid-fire questions made you smile despite your nerves. “I think so. Beth and Steph have been looking out for me.”

Kyra nodded, her jaw tightening slightly. “Good. ‘Cause if you need anything, literally anything, I’m here, alright?”

You nodded, emotion swelling in your chest. “Thanks, Ky.”

Later on you decided to tell the team. Beth walked beside you as you entered the meeting room, offering a reassuring nudge, while Steph gave you a quick squeeze on the shoulder before heading to her seat. The team meeting was just about to start, and Renée had agreed to help you break the news before training.

You stood near the front, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sweatshirt as the team settled in. Normally, these meetings were routine, just updates and tactical plans, but today felt different. Heavier.

Renée cleared her throat, glancing at you before addressing the group. “Alright, before we get started, Hayden has something she wants to share with you all.”

A few heads turned toward you, some curious, some concerned. Your heart pounded as you forced yourself to speak. “Uh… yeah.” You exhaled shakily, gripping the ultrasound picture in your pocket like a lifeline. “So, um… I— I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Fuck. 

It stretched for a second too long, the weight of your words sinking in before the room erupted.

“What?!” “No way!” “Are you serious?”

You braced yourself for the reactions, half-expecting judgment, but it never came. Instead, Katie let out a loud cackle, clapping her hands together. “No fucking way, H! Yer’ having a baby?”

You nodded hesitantly, and before you could react, half the team was talking over each other. Lotte gasped, Emily leaned forward with wide eyes, and Caitlin smirked at you with a knowing look.

“When were you gonna tell us?” Lia teased, crossing her arms.

“I— I wanted to wait until my first scan,” you admitted, suddenly feeling overwhelmed as the attention bore down on you. “Just to make sure everything was okay.”

Beth, still standing beside you, placed a grounding hand on your back. “She had the scan yesterday. Baby’s measuring at seven weeks and healthy.”

A chorus of congratulations filled the room, some louder than others.

Alessia, practically buzzing with excitement, leaned forward. “Can we see the picture?”

You hesitated for a second before pulling the ultrasound from your pocket, handing it to her. She looked at it like it was the most fascinating thing in the world, before passing it to Lotte, who did the same. It made its way around the room, each of your teammates reacting with awe, shock, or amusement.

“Congrats, H!” Katie said, wrapping you in a hug, “Yer gonna be a Mammy!”

You giggled before Leah wrapped you in a hug next, “I thought it was negative?”

You huffed, “So did I but it looks like the plans changed.”

“Well, congrats.” Leah nudged you with a warm smile. “You’ve got all of us, you know that, right?”

You nodded, exhaling softly. “Yeah… I know.”

Caitlin grinned. “So, are we getting a little footballer in the making or what?”

You let out a breathy laugh, some of the tension leaving your shoulders. “Dunno yet. Just hoping they don’t inherit my crap first touch.”

That earned a round of laughter, the atmosphere lightening again.

Renée finally clapped her hands, bringing everyone back. “Alright, alright, let’s get focused. We’ve got training to get to.”

You sighed as you sat down, you felt lighter, like you didn’t have to hide things anymore. You knew it was gonna be tough but you had a lot of support around you

[yslbooten]

꒰ ݂۫ · mortal combat ݂۫

་∔་། pairings : nolan, mark, and eve x reader

་∔་། notes : each imagine is some what different than the others, also the reader is just like mileena, and half of the way i describe her outfits are the ones from mk9. reader is a fem bodied

eve

when you were introduced to the team everyones mouth was opened, i mean jaws to the floor you.

your first day here and you’re already getting weird looks. was it because of your yellow eyes that resembled a cat, or was it the mask that hid half of your face maybe they weren’t used to people who hid their face like that. introducing

finally introducing yourself and your powers, you couldn’t fly but teleport wherever you wanted to. you found that more conventional than flying since it took you just seconds to teleport long distances, but you did want to try it out how the

wind would feel against your body, personally wanting to make friends with the females of the group, which were only 3 you started off with the red ginger head girl. she looked flustered when you walked over to her with your hands out —

“ i am y/n, and you are ? “ your raspy feminine voice emitted from your throat with the question

“ oh i am.. uh atom eve howw are you? “ god atom eve was embarrassed she didnt want to admit but you had a hot body the skimpy strings of your outfit barely hiding anything. she knew her blushing was noticeable and didnt want to be viewed as a weirdo for undressing you with her eyes, “ soo when did you gain your powers? “

“ haha weird question? ok well i gained my powers around 9 or 10 “ she said with the most awkwardest smile and tone in her voice, hand sweating with the feeling of anxiety — oh my god.

“ is it cause of my outfit? “ you had said tilting your head to the side to get a better view of the girls face “ i didn’t want to say anything.. how do you do it “ you chuckled not caring about the questions just viewing them as a simple convo

“ well i just don’t care plus.. i look hot in it “ you said smugly and smoothly. atom eve knew you were right thats why everyone was staring so hard. . .

mark

just like eve, he was shocked to see your outfit, you guys known each other since kids and you’ve never shown your bottom face area to him..

always saying it was private information for you. of course he wouldn’t bother you asking to see it more. your mother knew his father nolan from being in the guardians of the globe luckily your mother wasn’t there for the.. event that had taken place being busy with your powers being more visible. “ so do you like the outfit mark?! “ you

said with glee and open arms, your body was.. out he had thought having no words to say he coughed and slightly punched his chest “ oh yea y/n.. its amazing! “ he looked like a pervert as his atom apple bobbed with the heavy gulps he was taking. every second he starred at the costume he thought of different scenarios, “ yknow y/n you kind of look like those dominatrixes “

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Mark, what the hell? Does it actually look like that?” you exclaimed, twirling in front of his mirror. Your figure was highlighted under the soft lighting, your curves accentuated as you gave him an inadvertent show.

“Yeah... it does, alright,” he admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.

You caught him sneaking glances, a smirk playing on your lips. “I can see you looking at my butt, you know. I’m not blind; there’s a mirror right there!” You whipped your head around to meet his gaze, playful mischief dancing in your eyes.

nolan

You and Nolan had forged a bond through the many fierce battles you trained together. Each encounter left your costumes tattered and torn, forcing you to constantly acquire new ones. Renowned for your sultry looks, you had garnered a significant following online, with fans eagerly speculating about your upcoming designs.

Your next costume pushed boundaries even further, veering into skimpier territory and sparking heated debates within the superhero fanbase. Some critics dismissed you as attention-seeking, labeling you as inappropriate, while others pointed fingers at the designer, suggesting they were to blame for your discomfort with the revealing outfits. The controversy only intensified, highlighting the complexities of self-expression in a world that often judged appearances harshly.

Nolan had noticed the way your costumes had devolved over time. He never wanted to be rude by directly addressing it, but there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Deep down, he recognized that you were unbothered by the amount of skin you exposed. In fact, the truth was quite the opposite; you relished the chance to flaunt your figure. Your teleportation abilities were brutal on your clothing, rendering tight bodysuits that clung to your curves impractical for combat. You preferred outfits that allowed for the freedom of movement while also showcasing your confidence.

“ y/n have you noticed that your out- “ not turning around to stop what you’re doing

“ yes nolan I know my outfit makes me look like a whore, in fact i like the look “ wow his words were blown right out his mouth of course he would choose better word choices.. “ lets replace the word whore, yea? “ he had a nervous smile with a manly chuckle playing out “ yea yea so when will our next training be “ you said confidently.

[w1shfullthink1ng]

Waiting for the sports car x nika fic 😛😛😛

“NO YOU AIN’T GOT NO MRS, OH BUT YOU GOT A SPORTS CAR”

nika mühl x fem!reader

DESCRIPTION/ after a messy breakup you where off in the night, when someone caught your eye..and was giving you just the right amount of attention. They did say the only person who knows how to treat a woman is a woman so…guess that’s how you got into a car with The Nika Mühl…

WARNINGS/ cursing, drinking, talks of sexuality & relationship status, talks of cheating & toxic men, suggestive, cocky nika, illegal car sex, f!ngering (reader receiving), p eating (nika receiving), minor choking, switch dynamics? (kinda)

THINK THATS IT…buckle up. (see what i did there)

VIBES UP, LIGHTS LOW…you had just gotten out of a toxic relationship with your ex boyfriend. It was a messy breakup & it was hard on you but you knew it was the right decision.

You didn’t miss no ex & you didn’t text him cuz you’re better than that. duh. Even though you weren’t wrong to end things, he wasn’t all bad, however you missed the good memories. Definitely not him.

Your friends decided they’ve had enough of this back & forth feeling, they allowed you to be like this for a little & let you process but now it was time to live it up. You were a free woman now, you needed to get up & remember who the fuck you where.

So that’s exactly what you did, you got up, got dressed & went out with your girls. After living in Seattle for 3 years now you’ve become familiar with the hot spots. The club you where at now was pretty popular. You danced around with your friends & let the night take you away.

You went to the bar to get another drink, sitting on a stool when you felt a presence. You turned and that’s when you saw her…Nika Mühl. Seattle takes pride in their teams especially “Seattle Storms”. “This isn’t real..” you thought to yourself. You’ve always been a pretty big basketball fan, your ex boyfriend was REALLY into basketball, he was even a fan of the storms so when you laid your eyes on seattle storms point guard you could only imagine the look on his face.

You were trying your hardest not to stare but i mean come on. it’s Nika Mühl, she was even more beautiful in person. “Need something pretty girl?” she said with a soft smile teasing you a little about the staring. “Just admiring the view” you said with a smile trying to remain casual but you where lowkey weak in the knees. “Big fan…sorry about your knee miss secretary of defense” she laughs “ah thank you i really appreciate it” she takes a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving yours

“You from seattle?” she tilts her head a little, looking you up & down, taking you in like her pretty brown eyes could see your soul “Moved here 3 years ago for college” she nods her gaze still intense “You always been a storms fan?” “honestly? I’ve always been more of a liberty girl i mean sabrina ionescu? straight shooter” she shakes her head unable to argue with your statement “I don’t blame you she’s a beast” “I’ve always been a uconn fan tho, so when i saw you got drafted that’s when i got into the whole seattle spirit”

she smiles nudging your shoulder “Became a fan just for me? I must say i’m honored” she winks, she was a menace on & off court. You roll your eyes playfully. She buys you drinks, yall talk, get acquainted “You gotta boyfriend? girlfriend?” you laugh softly at her bluntness “I could ask you the same thing” “I asked first” “I uh….just broke up with my boyfriend about a month ago, he cheated & just wasn’t a great guy so yeah..”

she scoffed “men suck i’m sorry bebo you’re gorgeous he’s an absolute idiot for cheating on you” you smile softly “So whats up with you cuz come on…i know you’re fruity.” you state trying to lighten the mood she laughs shaking her head “yeah so what” she shrugs “i knew it!” “It’s not public information or anything cuz yk how people are but yeah…swing both ways, what can I say if you fine you fine” you nod in agreement “I know that’s right”

after some more light hearted conversation, talking comes to touching when y’all dance together. This was the most alive you’ve felt in awhile, being with nika was so easy. conversation flowed it wasn’t awkward she was just so real & genuine it was a breath of fresh air. Her hands found their way to your hips pulling you closer, your hands drape behind her neck.

She started to get a little handsy her natural confidence mixed with the alcohol made her feel unstoppable. “Aw come on now nika whats this?” you tease her about how handsy she’s getting “I think you know what this is, i think you want me” she whispers in your ear making your breathing get a little uneven “What makes you so sure? you seem awfully confident” you shot back “You think i don’t notice how you’ve eye fucking since you saw me?…tsk tsk tsk come on lijepa djevojka you’re a smart girl yeah? I know you’ve noticed I want you too” her voice was low her croatian accent a little heavier she moved some hair out of your face as she spoke, her hand on your chin making you look at her

“I don’t think I fully believe you” you run your hands through her hair tugging it slightly face to face with her making her bring her tongue to her cheek “you don’t believe me?” you shake your head, her grip on your waist get tighter as she brings you closer to her, chest to chest “I can show you better than i can tell you bebo…I can show you in the alley in the back, the center of this room…in my car with the window rolled down, it’s all up to you”

So that’s how you ended up here, in Nikas car sharing one seat, straddling her, her arms gripping your thighs making y’all as close as humanly possible. You smashed your lips onto hers, it was messy, the taste of cherry, alcohol & greed on her lips. Your hands in her hair as she her hands felt up on your body. “Need you so bad” you whispered in her ear kissing behind it where her tattoo is

Her hands gripped your ass moving up to your hips pushing your back against her steering wheel making you whine, she scrunched your dress up making it pool at your waist, her hands caressing your thighs aching closer to where you need her most “fuck nika please” it came out more whiny then you intended but you where desperate & didn’t care at that point, she smirked laughing a little “so fucking needy, who got you this needy hm?” she asks taking one of her hands to move your panties to the side

“you nika” you whimper out, she plunges two of her fingers in you making you moan, a low chuckle leaves her lips at how easily they slipped in from how soaked you where “it’s too easy you’re so wet, who got you like this?” she asked you, her free hand coming to snake around your neck as her fingers went deeper thrusting in & out making you lose any other thought besides her “you!” you whined answering her question.

her mouth was nasty, just dirty talk, cursing in croatian you couldn’t understand but anything coming out her mouth was so insanely hot it was unreal. Her pace quickens she finds that spot that made you dumb she kept hitting it over & over & over again making you moan out, back arching off the steering wheel as her lips latched onto your neck & chest

“so pretty, taking it so well” she praised she was so gentle yet rough at the same time, perfectly mixing praise & bullying. You where gone no thoughts just how good her fingers felt as she destroyed you so beautifully. She was making you go stupid , you clenched around her fingers you where so close & she wasn’t stopping

you kept moaning her name unable to think of anything else “fuck nika i can’t-“ “yes you can. come on slatka djevojko give it to me, let go” the knot in your stomach busting, you crash into her, head on her shoulder, breathing heavy as she rode you out of it giving your neck, shoulders & cheek sweet kisses as she praised you “there we go that’s it, so good for me yeah…you did so good”

She smiled moving some hair out of your face “you okay pretty girl?” her tone half concerned half teasing, you nod. She gives you a few minutes to collect yourself while she strokes your hair & scratches your back gently. You pull her back in it started off soft & sweet then got hungry & sloppy. You slip your tongue in her mouth a little fight for dominance

You move your mouth down her jaw, neck, & chest, hands moving up & down her body “Gonna show me how good your mouth is or you gonna keep teasing me?” you shake your head smiling against her chest “depends…you gonna beg a little?” “I don’t beg” she rolls her eyes playfully, you took this as a challenge “we’ll see about that” you smirked, she moved the seat back as you maneuvered yourself to your knees on the car floor (knee deep in the passenger seat & you’re eating me out is it causal now?🗣️)

You move her dress up, she lifts her hips helping you, you kiss up on her thighs building up a little tension & savoring her “Come on bebo, you don’t wanna waste my time.” you giggle against her thigh leave a little mark before slipping her panties off, keeping eye contact with the gorgeous girl in front of you

You bring her thighs to rest on your shoulders as you finally give her what she wanted, her hands in your hair tugging & pulling, pushing your head exactly where she wanted you. “fuck yeah just like that”, she squirmed just a little making you pin her to the car seat picking up your pace, she moan & laughs breathlessly “oh okay. yes ma’am.” she teases pulling your hair a little

You didn’t stop or slow down once. You ate her like she was your last meal, starved. Nika was letting go letting out whimpers & moans, you felt her getting close so you slowed down smiling against her making her whine “oh come on.” “told you i wanted you to beg” you mumble looking up at her. She shook her head gripping your chin “you serious?” you nod she had a bit of an ego but the ache between her legs was bigger than her ego right now

“please…” she whined a little, you put your mouth back working on her again “shit….please please please” you smirked, *I don’t beg.* my ass, picked up your pace bringing her back to that edge “keep going for me bebo” filthy croatian words leaving her mouth, the car feeling thick & foggy, her grip on your hair getting tighter as she finished, you slow down bringing her out of it, pulling your mouth away & fixing her dress, licking your lips as she wipes your chin, bringing her fingers to your mouth as you clean them

She pulls you back up into her lap, slapping your ass with a breathless laugh “ah shit…guess your more than a pretty face hmm?” she teased “oh fuck you” “I’m sure you’d like too” she winks, you shrug “already did but…we could go again like 3, 4..times” you smirk “Backseat. Now”

A/N

SPORTS CAR FIC FINALLY ARRIVEDDDD hope it was worth the wait

I have no idea what took me so long to finish this fic (yes i do i was lazy) but tates album “so close to what” is SO fire love love love, might write some more fics based on more songs from her album, i already have some cooking in the drafts😈🙏

hopefully i’m getting better with writing cuz as we know when i write smth suggestive i CANNOT take it seriously or look at again but i just have so many fic ideas where it’s fitting so bare with me PLEASE 😭

thanks for reading, love you always

wish signing off🪽

[disorientasyon]

Beneath the Surface

D-16 is desperate. Due to his inability to transform and his easily-exhausted condition, he can't quite hold down easy security mech jobs. When he receives a strange idea to apply to the Iaconian Archives through a dream, he finds himself meeting the eccentric head archivist, Orion Pax. Pax though… He knows more about Dee than the mech could possibly ever imagine.

Me: You can't keep writing fics that only a few people will understand Also me: well watch me do exactly that

So uh yeah, this came about because we talked about the Primes being eldritch beings over at the OPMeg server and I just went ham with it lmao. Plus, I should write about OPMeg considering that was the whole point of me writing fanfics in the first place lmao.

Also, because I cannot be stopped, D-16 is still a Primatronus child here. Optimus, on the other hand, is Alpha Trion's child with another Prime who I shall not name cause to be fair he was not mentioned here at all lmao.

So yeah, enjoy me going crazy in this fanfic because I needed to write this (even though I should be resting because it's the weekend lmao.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63873463

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Megatron.”

D-16 jumped, helm snapping upwards to meet blue optics glowing from within the darkness of the head archivist’s office. The chill - which seemed to emanate from the archive’s very walls - sunk deep into his frame, but he refused to shudder as he took a single step forward. His yellow optics stared straight ahead, forcing down the popups in his HUD that screamed ‘danger.’

“Thank you, head archivist, but my designation isn’t Megatron.” He stopped in front of the barren metal desk, a part of his processor wondering why the head archivist would not have any datapads on it. He let out a small vent. “Were you… expecting anyone else?” A momentary spark of fear jumped within his spark, which was ridiculous since Dee knew that he would have to compete with other mechs for the job position.

But it had been astroweeks since his last freelance security work, and he needed a stable full-time position. It was all he could do not to break down and beg.

And he would rather offline than suffer that indignation.

“Huh? What are you—” The head archivist cut himself off, and an awkward silence engulfed the room. 

Dee tried not to fidget as he turned his helm slightly to the side, wishing that the room had any light source. Unfortunately, as the secretary had mentioned, the office was nearly covered in shadow - the only source of light filtering through the door panels that led to the hall, and the head archivist’s blue optics that seemed to scour his entire face.

“Oh, right… Sorry, so much information, you know?”

Dee didn’t know what the head archivist meant, but he laughed along with him when the other mech chuckled. 

“So! D-16… Hm, I still think… Well, you’ll get used to it later. So, D-16… No… Okay, I’m going to call you Dee.” Before he could protest, the other mech continued on. “Congratulations, you’re hired!”

Dee felt his fans kick up, his processor trying to catch up with the other mech’s words. He didn’t understand what just happened, but he wasn’t going to ruin this. “R-really? Thank you, sir. I promise I’ll work twice as hard as any other security mech—”

“Oh, you don’t have to push yourself, Dee! I want you to be comfortable with me— I mean, comfortable in the job.” He heard a noise from within the darkness, those blue optics disappearing momentarily as the head archivist shifted. “It’s a full-time job since you’ll be my personal security, but I promise that you don’t have to do anything, just stand there and look— Uh, I mean, stand guard beside me.”

“...Personal security?” He felt his spark sink inside his chassis.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not a hard job. I rarely leave the archives so we’ll mostly stay here—”

Dee supposed he should have expected the catch. 

While he was desperate for full-time work, he couldn’t handle full-time personal security. After looking through many job applications, Dee has come to understand that such work usually meant that he had to stay near his employer. To any other mech, a full-time job that had live-in benefits would be a dream, but that was not what Dee wanted. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t think I’m fit for this position.”

“And I’ll be a great conju— boss. Wait what?”

Dee let out another vent, turning his face away so that the head archivist wouldn’t see his embarrassment.

It was his own fault.

Who decides to send their resume because of a dream they had?

It was just an incredible coincidence that Dee had sent his resume at the same time that the head archivist was searching for security personnel, but Dee should have looked through the job requirements instead of impulsively sending a message.

This is why he planned because he didn’t want to embarrass himself like this.

“I can’t, sir. I’m sorry, I… I sent my resume on a whim without checking the job requirements. I really can’t do this. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

Without another glance behind him, Dee tried to quickly rush towards the door panels.

It was times like these that he felt so uncomfortable in his own frame.

It didn’t help that his pedes were beginning to hurt after running through the archive to file forms for the job. Pair that with the long walk from the Kaon district to the main center of Iacon, and Dee’s frame was beginning to suffer from exhaustion.

Before the door panels could slide open, a blue servo slammed itself against the wall beside his helm. Dee jumped back, weapon systems nearly activating before he realized that it was only the head archivist. With his back turned to the door panels, he felt trapped though he could tell that the head archivist was at the same height as him. Those blue optics stared straight at him.

Maybe he felt fear because despite being close to the door, Dee still couldn’t see the head archivist’s frame, as if the shadows were cloaking him—

“You’re perfect for the job though.” 

Dee would have laughed at how the other mech whined, but his spark was thrumming too much in his chassis.

He choked out, “I’m flattered, sir, but you don’t have to lie. My resume warned you about my… condition. It’s a good offer but I can’t do this work for the entire solar and lunar cycle. And… I can’t move to the archives to accommodate you. My carer—”

The head archivist must have known about his condition. Dee had no choice but to put it in his profile.

This was why he could never hold down a full-time position for too long.

Who wanted a security mech who couldn’t transform and easily exhausted?

But the head archivist should have already known that.

The closest excuse he had, and it wasn’t an excuse because Dee would never have agreed to any full-time job with a live-in position even without his condition, was that he didn’t want to leave the home that his carer had raised him in.

Terminus may not have been Dee’s real sire or carrier, but he could not abandon the old mech and the memories they’d had. The old mech may have offlined cycles ago, but Dee refused to leave their home.

The reason he was so desperate for work was because the rent was due, and he needed the shanix.

He was sure the head archivist could pay him well, and the live-in benefits were great, but that wasn’t what Dee needed.

Slowly, as though forming from the shadows themselves, a face neared his.

Dee could feel his cheekplates rush with energon.

The head archivist was… pretty.

His voice box let out a small burst of static as he glanced away. “I’m sorry, but I need the job to keep my carer’s house, and if you need a security mech that’s with you constantly then I can’t—”

“But your house is so faaaar.” The head archivist whined, and Dee’s optics widened as the other mech used his other servo to cage him in. “I want you to be comfortable but I can’t have you making that trip every solar cycle. How am I going to impress your creators if I let you suffer that way?” “What?” The fear had given way to confusion now. He reached a servo to grasp at the other mech’s arm, wanting to push the head archivist away from him. “Listen, I don’t know what this is, but if you think you can intimidate me.”

As soon as his servo wrapped around the other mech’s arm, a jolt of electricity surged through his frame, and he let out a scream. He felt his frame shudder as another presence made itself known inside his processor. Servos grasped at him, and no matter how hard he tried to summon his cannon, he couldn’t get his weapons system to activate.

“No, no, I already ruined our first meeting… It’s okay, Optimus, you can still turn this whole thing around.” He felt himself be lowered gently onto the ground, the head archivist’s frame settling right on top of him. “If you remember this later, please don’t tell your sire what I did. I haven’t quite mastered scrambling processors, but I promise this won’t hurt… I hope… Primus, I hope it doesn’t.”

He felt cables latch against the sides of his helm, and Dee let out a scream.

The last he heard before his systems shutdown was the head archivist crooning down at him.

“It’s okay, Megatron. I’ll take care of you.”

—

Dee scrolled through the datapad, though the words didn’t register in his processor as his yellow optics kept flicking towards Pax.

Sunlight poured in from the windows, brightening the head archivist’s office, though if asked Dee might say that the sunlight was nothing compared to Pax’s bright smile.

He turned his gaze away as soon as those blue optics looked up at him, embarrassed to have been caught staring. It was difficult not to though, not when Pax was only a table away from him. 

He let out a vent, which he really shouldn’t have because that made Pax jolt from his seat, his own datapad nearly flying from his servos.

“What’s wrong? Do your pedes hurt? You could go back to your quarters if you want—”

“Pax, I’m your bodyguard.” He rolled his optics, placing his own datapad on Pax’s desk. He leaned his back against the soft back of his chair. “And we haven’t moved from your office since we got here. I’m fine.”

It endeared him, really, that Pax despite being his employer - though Pax insisted they were friends - cared so much for his comfort. In his previous work experiences, he had to stand by his former employers for joors on end. At the end of most solar cycles, he could hardly feel his pedes by the time he went home. Pax had refused to let him stand when there wasn’t a reason for it.

Dee had protested the plush chair that Pax had ordered specifically for him, but that was short-lived.

All it really took for him to agree was Pax suddenly carrying him and gently placing him down on said chair.

Now, he didn’t doubt that Pax couldn’t handle himself. But Dee was a bulky mech, and he really didn’t expect Pax was capable of actually carrying him.

He did not want a repeat of that incident again.

“If you say so, Dee.” With great hesitation, Pax sat back down, blue optics still focused on him. “If you want a break though—”

“I’m fine.” He could feel an ache starting in his processor. Dee can only hope that Pax dropped this. Once Pax got started on something, it was difficult to stop him.

If he wanted Dee to rest more, he would insist until Dee finally went into recharge.

If he wanted Dee to have a meal with him, he’d insist until Dee was eating energon with him at the roof of the archives.

If he wanted Dee to sell his carer’s house and move in with him then—

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you…” He glanced up, and Pax’s cheekplates lit up with energon as he realized how that sounded. “I mean, I’ve been thinking about your condition and—”

“Pax, you’re one of the most brilliant mechs in Iacon, but you’re not a medic.” Dee laughed, shaking his helm as he lowered his optics. “I appreciate it but you should stick to being an archivist.”

A part of him did not want Pax anywhere near the medical bay.

For the sake of Cybertronians everywhere, Orion Pax should never become a medic.

Sweet as the gesture was, and Dee could feel his spark thrum at the thought of it, Pax could spend his time researching on much easier subjects.

There was nothing he could do for Dee.

Dee had never felt comfortable in his own frame.

Since he’d first gained sentience, a part of him always felt wrong.

Terminus had loved him despite it but Dee could never erase the unbearable itch deep within his frame and buried underneath the wires. It was within his code.

There had always been something terribly wrong.

The countless medics that Terminus had managed to scrap enough shanix to send him to couldn’t find the source for his condition.

There had been nothing like it in the medical databases.

Bots who couldn’t transform did exist, but that usually happened due to missing or malfunctioning t-cogs. Dee’s was completely fine, but no matter what he did, he was just unable to turn into any other alt mode.

As for his unexplained exhaustion and aching pedes if he stood or walked for far too long, they couldn’t find a reason since most of his systems were in perfect working order.

They didn’t know how to fix him.

Dee had spent a long part of his life accepting that.

It didn’t make his life easy, but it made it hurt less.

He was created differently, and he learned to live with that.

“Okay, but Dee… Just hear me out.” He shook his helm, breaking away from the thoughts in his processor just as Pax slid his datapad towards him. 

Dee caught it, optics scanning quickly at the screen before he gave Pax a disbelieving look.

The head archivist gave him a cheeky grin, as though what he just showed Dee wasn’t the craziest theory he’s ever heard in his life, and Dee has had to talk to many medics in his life.

“Merformers.” He could feel his processor begin to ache. Maybe he did need that break. “Pax… merformers are… myths. I know I told you I’m a fan of the Prime mythologies but this is—”

“Oh come on! Just think about it, Dee!” Pax suddenly lunged forward.

Dee couldn’t help but jump, though he didn’t leave his seat.

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but think that Pax moved… weirdly.

As though the metal of his frame was… shifting in ways that no mech’s frame should move. He was quick in ways that sometimes made Dee need to process that Pax had moved at all.

“Just read it, okay?” 

He let out a vent, trying to ignore Pax’s pout, but it was too late.

He glanced down at the datapad in his servo, shaking his helm. Why did he feel so compelled to do what Pax wanted? They had only known each other for a few astroweeks and yet…

Dee’s yellow optics followed the sharp sketches of merformers on the datapad.

He did know a few facts about them, mostly because he was interested in the Prime mythologies and his favorite among them was Megatronus - who had been described to be a leviathan.

“Okay, Pax, but I am not a merformer. There are no such beings like that in Cybertron.” He laughed, the sound seemingly captivating Pax who had moved past his table and had settled right next to Dee. The chair he had ordered was big enough to fit two mechs, a fact that Pax exploited since if he could help himself, he would insist on sitting right next to Dee all the time.

The head archivist grinned, blue optics seemingly brighter than the sunshine as he settled his chin against Dee’s shoulder pads.

“I don’t know, Dee. I think you’ll find that some myths are based on history.” He tried to keep his optics on the datapad, but it was hard when Pax was leaning against him.

His processor felt fuzzy.

“Just trust me, okay?” He could feel Pax’s grin against the side of his neck cables. “I know.”

He didn’t know why, but he felt his optics shut down as he slowly began to fall into recharge.

“...Dee? OH, NOT AGAIN!”

—

“Ughhh, it’s so unfair!” Optimus let out a vent, his frame collapsing against the metal table as he closed his optics.

The lunar cycle had begun, and the entirety of the archives had settled back into darkness. Aside from a few of the security mechs that roamed the premises and Megatron who had gone to recharge far too earlier than intended, Optimus was completely alone. Carefully, he felt his frame begin to shift, releasing the cables and wires that he was forced to tuck inside too-tight metal during the solar cycle.

The cables quickly latched onto the ground and onto the walls, his processor whirring happily as he felt himself be connected once again to the archives - and to his carrier, Alpha Trion.

‘Patience, Primeling. I adore your energy, but I warned you not to get so attached so easily, not when Megatron is still unaware of who he is.’

“But how could I not? I know him!” ‘In the dreams, my Primeling. Dreams he does not remember yet.’

Optimus let out a groan, feeling the top of his helm unlatch as the wires in his processor latched onto the metal table.

It wasn’t great to be his Cybertronian alt form, but he doubted that Megatron - or Dee as he apparently went by - would react calmly if he saw Optimus’ real form.

No, he could save that for when they were closer… like maybe when they were conjunxes…

‘Primeling, you will have to wait a few more cycles for that. Then there is the matter of Prima—’

“Megatron adores me, I’m sure his creators will feel the same.” 

Especially since Optimus would be bringing him back to them soon.

He enjoyed the few astroweeks he had spent with Megatron, but he knew it couldn’t last long.

It was a coincidence really.

Optimus hadn’t even meant to stumble into Megatron’s dreams, but as his carrier had been tutoring him on entering Cybertronian’s processors, he had been drawn to Megatron’s immediately.

Alpha Trion’s presence had been with him, and it was his carrier who had realized who Megatron really was.

While his carrier couldn’t do anything for Megatron, Optimus could.

It had taken a long time, but Optimus had finally managed to get Megatron to remember one dream, to convince him to come to the archives so that Optimus could watch over him until he could bring him back to his creators.

But since it had taken so long, Optimus had come to… know Megatron through his dreams.

How could he not love him after a lifetime spent within those dreams?

Which is why it would be so difficult to let Megatron go, now that everything was prepared. Optimus had found a good route to get Megatron into the energon lake. It had taken a few processor scramblings but he got the path cleared. By the time the senate realized that there had been a breach, it would be too late. 

Optimus can only hope that this time the senate didn’t decide to take Megatron out of the lake because they got lucky the first time, as his carrier said.

The senate was lucky they hadn’t woken Prima or Megatronus (or even both!) when they had removed Megatron from the smaller lake inside the mountain Prima was currently in.

“You don’t think Megatronus would wake up once I…”

“He will, but he will not harm you. He will return to stasis once he understands there is no immediate threat.”

“So can I introduce myself—”

“Let them have their reunion, my Primeling. You have spent your time with Megatron, and you will have more time.”

Optimus rolled his optics, a frown settling on the dermas of the face he wore during the solar cycle. His real face was hidden underneath the wires and cables, and it didn’t quite have dermas.

“After so many cycles of waiting. I can’t even visit him in dreams after this because his creators will be there.” He let out another vent.

“Cycles will pass by quickly. Until then, there is much information to be archived and processed.”

At least Optimus had that to look forward to. It was his life’s passion, his very being.

That’s why he enjoyed playing the role of head archivist even if he didn’t really need to. 

His carrier had chosen to become Iacon’s archive, and Optimus could have remained within the walls himself, but he wanted to understand the Cybertronians closely. It was why he’d created and used his Cybertronian alt even if it felt wrong.

He wondered how Megatron could live like that, living underneath a frame that wasn’t right.

But, he’d never had the chance to know his real form.

At the thought of it, Optimus felt his wires rattle against the floor and the walls.

“What’s wrong, my Primeling?”

“I’m just thinking of Megatron.” He could feel himself shudder, and if he didn’t contain himself, it could cause a major disturbance among the databases. Optimus tried to force himself to calm down. “It must hurt, right?”

“Yes, and so it is necessary he be returned to where he belongs.”

Optimus could understand why his carrier was insistent about it. 

Aside from the Primes being close, even after millions of years under stasis, his carrier had a secret that Optimus knew - though Alpha Trion probably never wanted him to know.

When Optimus had first emerged, a Cybertronian had found him hiding deep within the archives, a sparkling seemingly abandoned.

He had nearly been taken out of the archives before his carrier had realized what was happening and had… intervened.

He wondered what his life would have been like if his carrier hadn’t saved him in time.

Would he be like Dee?

Optimus shook the thought away, immersing himself instead on the limitless information within the archives.

This was why he needed to bring Megatron back.

Even though he hated that he’d have to be away from his future conjunx - a fact that Optimus had decided would happen a long time ago in one of their many dream adventures - it was the right thing to do.

Besides, when the solar cycle comes that the Thirteen Primes are awakened once more from their stasis, they’ll have eternity to spend together.

And maybe by that time, Megatron can finally love him back.

—

The stars greeted him as he opened his optics.

A haziness had sunk into his processor.

He could hardly feel his frame.

The floor beneath him shifted, as though the ground itself was moving. 

A familiar face blocked out the night sky.

“Pax…?”

“You’re supposed to be in recharge, Megatron.” The other mech let out a soft vent, reaching down with a servo. He felt the chill of it against his cheekplate, and Dee couldn’t help but lean his helm into it. “I wanted this to be a surprise but… it’s my fault, you got used to the processor scramblings.”

“What…?”

Pax leaned closer, servos reaching for his arms as he felt himself be hauled up and leaned against the side of… his optics reset, and it took him a while to realize where they were. Even underneath the darkness of the lunar cycle, Dee could see the moving waves as the large body of energon they were on shifted.

“Don’t freak out! I mean, you should be happy, you’re finally going home!” Pax went on as a fear began to settle in Dee’s spark. “Well not yet, but once I get you into the lake then you’ll be okay!”

“Pax, no— What are you doing?!” He could feel the strain in his voice box as the other mech began to push him backwards. Stray splashes from the energon lake hit the back of his frame, and… Dee can’t lie, it did feel familiar but—

“It’s okay! It’ll be okay!” Pax’s voice wavered, his blue optics - bright, always so bright in the darkness - widening as he continued to push Dee off the boat.

Panic and rage began to settle in, but like before (Before? He didn’t know why but he’d done this before, right?), he couldn’t access his weapon system.

“I’ll miss you, Alpha Trion said it might take cycles before we meet again but I’ll wait for you. Maybe then you’ll remember all those dream adventures we went on.” Pax grinned, and this time Dee could feel the lake fully against the top of his helm.

Pax’s servos were latched onto his waist plates.

All he needed to do now was let go.

Dee choked out more static, his voice box whirring wildly as he struggled to grasp onto the side of the boat. “PAX! P-PUT ME DOWN! This isn’t funny! I don’t.. I don’t know how to swim!”

Because this had to be a joke, a sick joke.

Pax wanted to test his ridiculous merformer theory and Dee just had to go along with his stupid antics.

But this wasn’t stupid anymore.

Instead of being apologetic, of feeling ashamed for pushing Dee into one of his crazy schemes again, Pax only smiled down at him.

“You do. You always did.”

Then, as if to apologize, Pax leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss against the side of his helm.

Then he let go.

And all Dee felt was the cold energon engulf his entire frame.

It was…

Comforting.

.

.

.

.

.

.

As he sunk deeper into the lake, large blue optics emerged from the deep gloom.

[pccyouthleader]

A little one-shot in honor of Aurora’s birthday!

@e-vay @evayart

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Birthday Escape

Aurora was putting the finishing touches on her evening attire when the doorbell rang. She looked at the deep purple jogging suit and comfortable sneakers in the mirror and tilted her head. It wasn’t exactly what she had expected to wear when Shadow asked to take her out for her birthday. But she knew he had a reason for the suggestion.

“Tiny?” called Sonic from downstairs. “The Faker- I mean - Shadow’s here!”

She rolled her eyes and laughed to herself. Her dad couldn’t help but get a dig in whenever he could. Aurora grabbed her shoulder bag and headed for the stairs.

After kissing her parents goodbye and promising to be back by midnight, she slipped out the front door. She was anxious to learn what Shadow had planned for the evening. He stood leaning against the porch rail with his arms crossed.

Aurora’s heart did a little flip-flop as her eyes took in his perfect smile, his long, lean form, and the alluring look he reserved for only her.

“Happy birthday, Light,” he said in a low voice that always sent tingles up her spine. “Are you ready to go?”

“I am - but can you tell me the reason for the comfortable dress code?” she asked with a grin.

“You’ll see,” Shadow responded, leading her to his motorcycle and helping her on behind him. After donning her helmet, they set off in the direction of town. It was nearing 4 o’clock and the sun was just beginning to sink in the sky.

In town, Shadow pulled his motorcycle into a parking lot next to a nondescript building with a glowing neon sign.

“An escape room?!!!” Aurora squealed, bounding from the bike. “Shadow, I can’t wait!” No wonder he had suggested the comfy clothing!

“I thought it might be something you’d like to try,” he said, pulling her helmet off as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

Once inside, they approached a tall desk with a bored-looking teenager seated behind it.

“What theme would you like?” Shadow asked Aurora as they studied the information board. Her eyes settled on a title written in old-fashioned letters. “Let’s do ‘Mystery in the Haunted Mansion!” Aurora suggested.

The teenager piped up. “I’m sorry - that one is reserved for parties of four or more people.”

Shadow glared at him, then walked up to the desk. After reaching in his jacket pocket, he slid something across to him. “You were saying?”

“Um… I was saying, ‘Right this way!’” The teenager scrambled off his stool and started down a dark corridor with doors on either side. Shadow and Aurora fell into line behind him.

“What gave you the idea for an escape room?” Aurora whispered to Shadow.

He gave a sly smile. “It’s a great way to hone your sleuthing skills.”

“I’ll always be the Nancy Drew to your Sherlock Holmes,” she said, slipping her hand in his.

Shadow looked at her quizzically. “I don’t know what that means.”

Aurora gave a soft laugh as she remembered the stack of detective novels Eggman had secretly given her each birthday since she was able to read. She still wondered where in the world he had gotten them.

The teen stopped at a door at the end of the hallway and began going over the rules of the game in a dull voice. “Once you enter the code and press the button at the end, the game will be over and the door will unlock,” he said. “You have an hour to complete all the tasks and win the game.”

“Let’s do it!” said Aurora, itching to get started. She and Shadow walked into the room, and the door closed behind them with a thud. The second the door lock clicked into place, the lights dimmed and a message appeared on a screen with the backstory.

The game commenced, and together Shadow and Aurora found clues, solved riddles, and examined evidence until they were certain they had solved the case.

“The only thing we have left to do is enter this code and we will have won!” Aurora said, thinking it was the quickest hour she had ever experienced.

“Wait a minute…” said Shadow, looking at the clock counting down near the door. “We solved all the clues in 15 minutes!”

“But how?” Aurora asked incredulously.

“Well, when you play with the Ultimate Lifeform…” began Shadow, stifling a laugh. Aurora shot him an amused glance.

“So that means we have 45 minutes left…” she said.

“Locked away in a small room…” Shadow added.

“All by ourselves…”

They looked into each other’s eyes, drinking in the realization.

“Wanna make out?” Shadow said with a smirk.

Aurora gave him an amorous look. “I thought you’d never ask…”

[v00do-d0ll]

Batman x The Ghost Whisperer AU

I don’t know how many of you know or remember this early 2000’s show called The Ghost Whisperer. It was essentially this woman (Melinda) who could see ghosts and whenever she comes across one, she’ll try to help them move on instead of being stuck roaming around on earth. so she would help them “relay messages to their loved ones” so they can go to the other side.

So hear me out on this, Jason has just died maybe 2 months prior, and Melinda is in Gotham for some reason and she finds Jason.

I also took some creative liberties with this. In this AU Jason isn’t mad at Bruce, and he doesn’t get resurrected later on. 

[ Angst w/ a bittersweet ending ~ 3,573 words ]

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So Melinda is in Gotham for what ever reason and she just happens to walk past the gates of the manor. And as she’s passing them she see’s a kid that looks about 15 just standing in front of the gates.

“Hi, I think I’m a little lost. I’m looking for the train station.” She asks, the teen turns his head towards her with shock on his face. “You can see me?” he says with disbelief in his voice.

“Oh. You’re a ghost..” She says a little sad because he’s only a kid. “Yes, I can see you. I can see all ghosts.” She turns to look at the mansion the boy was looking at before. “Is this your house?” She asked and in the smallest voice the boy replied, “It was..”

She could see the sadness in the boys eyes as he said it. It was always sad seeing kids as ghosts, so she decided that she would help this soul move on.

“What’s your name?” She asks. “and without looking away from the manor he’s says “Jason.” Melinda nods. “It’s nice to meet you Jason, I’m Melinda. You’re actually the first ghost I’ve seen in this city, Which is odd. I was expecting to see a lot more, from what everyone told me about Gotham.” She says. “Yea, she told me that everyone that dies here just goes straight to some sort of after life. She said that since so much pain and suffering happens here, she doesn’t hold onto people’s souls. She lets them go.” Jason says

Confused, Melinda asks “who’s she?” “Gotham.” Jason says. “Ever since I died, she speaks to me. Tells me things so I’m not so lonely.” Melinda just stands there in shock so Jason continues, “Gothams an Eldritch City, she’s alive. Has been for hundreds of years. Apparently I was one of her favorite birds.” He says with a proud smile on his face. Melinda is not sure what to make of the information that Jason has told her, but not being to put off by it because she sees ghosts after all. “How does she talk to you?” Melinda asks. “She doesn’t take a form to speak to me directly. but it’s just little whispers in the wind, I can feel her presence in the air.” He answers. “Why did she hold onto you then?” Melinda asks. “She said that since I was her favorite bird, she didn’t want to let go of me yet.” Jason says as he shrugs.

There’s a short silence between them for a moment before she wonders why Jason’s just standing outside his home instead of going in. “Is there a reason you haven’t gone inside?, you know you can go see them right.” She says softly. Jason looks at her, taking his gaze away from his home. “I’m scared.. but, I miss my dad. I want to see him again and my grandfather too. I miss them but I’m scared to walk in. I’ve kind of just been watching them from afar.” Jason says.

“I could help you.. I could relay anything you want to say to them for you.” She says. Jason just looks at her so she squats down and softly says “I’ve helped other ghost like you before.” “What do you mean?” Jason questions, “I help ghost who have unfinished business, finish that business so they can move on and go to the other side.” Jason snorts looking away “Unfinished business huh.. that seems about right.”

Melinda noticed that there was a lot behind Jason’s eyes, like he was recalling something. “Jason, if you don’t mind me asking. How did you die?” Jason freezes with a haunted look in his eyes but doesn’t say anything for a long while. Eventually he looks at her again with the same haunting look on his face and whispers “I was murdered.”

Melinda gasps, not saying anything for a while. Just taking in that information. “Does.. does your family know where you are?” Jason nods and points past the manor. “They buried me in the back yard next to Bruces parents in the rose garden. It’s really pretty.” He whispers, a sad look on his face. They stay silent for a while.

“Would you like me to go with you and help you talk to them?” Melinda asks. “Yea.” he says softly. “I’ve been.. dead for about two months now. I’ve had time to deal with the fact that I’m-.” He pauses for a moment. “I’m.. I’m ready to go.” He whispers the last part. Turning to look at Melinda. “I just want to see them one more time.” She nods her head at him. She hesitantly reaches her hand out offering it to the boy for any sort of comfort she can give him. He takes it and she has a feeling that this boy has been through more than she could imagine but she wasn’t going to pry. Some things just weren’t for her to know.

They walk up to the manor together hand in hand and she knocks on the large door. It doesn’t take long for the door to open and to be greeted by an older man.

“May I help you?” The man asks, Jason squeezes her hand and says “That’s my grandfather, Alfred.” “Are you Alfred?” She asks. He looks at her assessing what she could want. “Yes I am, and you are?” He says. “My name is Melinda, I’m here on behalf of Jason..?” She says

Alfred stops. Eyes going wide, then he gives her a dark look. “I don’t know what you are trying to do. But I suggest that you do it elsewhere.” He says anger in his voice. “I know this sounds insane but please, I need to speak to both you and..” she turns to look at Jason because she doesn’t know the boys fathers name. “Bruce” Jason says. She turns back to Alfred, “Bruce. I need to speak to you and Bruce. It’s important.” She says quickly. Alfred looks at her for a long moment not saying anything. Just assessing her, trying to deduce if she’s trying to trick him.

After a while he lets her in. “Follow me.” He walks them down a corridor into a sitting room. “Please stay here while I go get Master Bruce.” Alfred says still eyeing her. Once he’s gone Melinda turns to Jason. “This is a beautiful home.” she says. “Yea, it’s huge right. My favorite room is the library. Me and B would sit in the little book nook that’s in there and read together.” Jason said with a small smile on his face. “What kinds of books do you like?” She asked him. “I really like Jane Austin books. Specifically ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Bruce would read that to me if I couldn’t sleep. I’d have a nightmare and crawl into his bed. He’d stay awake reading that book to me till I fell back asleep.”

As he recalls the memory you could see how much love he had for his father. “You sound like you love him a lot.” She said. “Yea, he’s done a lot for me. He adopted me from the streets. He’s emotionally constipated as fuck though.” He says with a laugh, “But I know he cares. He shows it in different ways.” He says looking out one of the many windows with a smile on his face as he says it.

Before she could ask anything else, she heard foot steps coming their way.

When she looks up she sees Alfred and what she assumes is Bruce, and he looks like he’s been through hell. He has dark under eyes like he hasn’t slept in weeks. His skin looks sickly pale. He’s running his hand through his hair to tame it. Over all he looks like a man that’s world has just been taken from him.

Jason inhales sharply “Jesus B…” Melinda turns to look at the boy. “I never got close enough to tell how bad he was doing..” says Jason. Bruce walks up to her, a stern look on his face. “How do you know my son.” Bruce says, no room for pleasantries in his voice, startling her. “My name is Melinda, I have a gift that allows me to see ghosts. I was walking past your gates and I saw him.” She says. Bruce stills, anger forming on his face. “You expect me to just believe that. What, did you think I’d just take your word for it. What do you really want.” Bruces says his voice rising and he gets visibly angrier.

She turns her head towards Jason. “Tell him, ‘Robin gives me magic’. He’ll know what it means.” Melinda turns back towards Bruce and Alfred, and quotes the boy. Both men freeze. “What..” Bruce says. “Jason told me to tell you, ‘Robin gives me magic’. He’s here with us, he said you’d know what it means.” Bruce and Alfred just look at each other. “Ms. Melinda you have to understand that we can’t possibly believe this. Saying that Master Jason is here with us, how could we possibly believe you.” Alfred questions.

“Jason told me that his favorite room here is the library, and that’s where he and Bruce read together, in the little nook that’s in there.” She says. Both men look at her with confusion. “How could you possibly-.” Bruce starts but Melinda interrupts him. “He said that his favorite author is Jane Austin, and that when he has nightmares.” She stops and looks Bruce directly in the eyes. “He climbs into your bed and you read ‘Pride and Prejudice’ to him until he falls back asleep.” She says.

Both men don’t say a thing. They don’t know how to react.

“Melinda.” Jason says. She turns her head to him, Bruce notices she’s looking at something that’s not there. “The night Bruce met me. I was trying to steal the tires off his car, and I hit him over the head with a tire iron.” He laughed at the memory. “It was also the anniversary of his parent’s death that day.”

Melinda looks at Jason with a confused look but complied. “Jason said that the night he met you it was your parents anniversary of the day they died, and he was trying to steal the tires off your car, he said he hit you over the head with a tire iron.” Bruce looked completely shocked. Backing up a little bit to grab onto Alfred’s arm. “How- how could you possibly know that.” Bruce asked quietly.

“Jason told me. He’s here too. I promise I’m not lying to you.” She says. “I’m here to help him move onto the other side. Souls that are stuck here have unfinished business, and I help them. He told me he misses you and Alfred.” As she says this Bruce turns around in disbelief. “He’s just been a ghost this whole time.” He asks. “Yes, apparently the only one as well.” Both Bruce and Alfred are confused by that. “What do you mean, ‘the only one’.” Alfred asks

“Apparently Gotham can speak to Jason now that he’s a ghost, and as he explained it to me. Your city is an Eldritch one. It’s alive and has been for a really long time. But Jason said that it doesn’t hold on to peoples souls because there is so much suffering in this city. So she lets them go.” “She explains. “Then why didn’t she let Jason go? He’s just been wandering Gotham for two months alone?” He asks with such desperation in his voice. “Jason said it’s because she told him he’s her favorite bird.” She sees a dawning of understanding wash over Bruces features as he starts crying, still desperately holding onto Alfred.

“I’ve.. I’ve never seen him cry before..” Jason says tears in his eyes as well. “He’s the stoic type you know. Keeps everything on the inside. I was always a little scared he didn’t like me as much as his first kid. For a long time I thought he was gonna try something with me, cuz you know. Why would some rich guy just adopt me; a street rat.” He says still watching Bruce. “But the longer I was here, the more I realized he just wanted to help. My biological dad was abusive to me and my mom, and she was a drug addict. I came home one night and she had overdosed. My dad left a while before that. So I was living on the streets for a while before Bruce found me.” He says watching his father fall apart.

A breeze comes from somewhere, Jason turns his head like he heard something. He turns back to Melinda, tears in his eyes. “Can you tell him something for me.” He asks, she nods her head. “Will you tell him that Gotham says she’s sorry for not being able to protect me.” He looks down before continuing. “She can help those who she chooses, but because I was outside of Gotham when I was-.. when I died. She couldn’t help me. She’s been wanting to apologize for a while but can’t talk to Bruce like she can me.” He says with a shaky breath.

Melinda turns her head down to try and collect herself, and failing. “Bruce.” She says with tears in her eyes, and a catch in her voice. “Jason said that Gotham is sorry for not being able to protect him. She can apparently help those she chooses but since he wasn’t in Gotham when he passed.” She had to stop for a moment, watching as understanding dawns on Bruce and Alfred’s faces. “She couldn’t help him.” She whispers.

Bruce turns into Alfred, collapsing into his embrace. Sobbing into the man. Not being able to catch his breath. Melinda, tears streaming down her face turns away from them to give them a moment. Looking back at Jason shock still evident on his face. Watching the tangible proof of how much his father loved him. He walks over to Bruce and stands in front of them, Just watching.

“He’s in front of you Bruce.” Melinda whispers. Bruce turning his head to look, Still seeing nothing. Tears running down his face. Then Bruce speaks, “Jason. Jason I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to save you. I was trying. I was trying so hard to find you. I was right there when- when you. When it.” His breath catches in his throat. Jason looks at him like he just learned something new. Fresh tears roll down Jason’s face. “I was almost there. I almost had you. My son, I’m so sorry.” He says, sobbing into his hands.

Jason turns his head to Melinda. “Tell him it’s okay. That I forgive him, it’s just good to know he was looking. I didn’t know he was right there before-.” Jason stops. “Tell him that I love him, and that the past 3 years were the best of my life. That being his Robin was the magic my life was missing.” He smiled. “And tell Alfred that his hot chocolate could cure anything. And that I love him too. And I miss cooking with him, and making fun of Bruce for being a disaster in the kitchen.” He laughs as he wipes his eyes.

As she relays what Jason has said, she watches as the emotions that reside on their faces. “He also said that he misses making fun of Bruce for being terrible in the kitchen.” Both Alfred and Bruce laugh a little at that.

Another breeze comes in and Jason freezes this time. He looks shocked. “What is it Jason.” Melinda says. Bruce and Alfred turn to look at her with question.

“Gotham said-“ he stops for a moment. “Gotham said that she would make me tangible for a while before-.. before she lets me go.” He whispers. Melinda gasps. “What, what is it. Is something wrong?” Bruce asks with worry. Alfred putting a hand on Bruces shoulder.

“Jason said that Gotham told him she would turn him tangible for a moment before she lets him go to the other side.” She tells them. Both of them becoming more alert. “What?” Bruce asks. “I’ll be able to see him?” He says. “Yes.” She says in disbelief. “I’ve never seen that happen before. Usually I’m the only one that can see-.” She’s interrupted by both Bruce and Alfred gasping as they turn and see Jason standing in front of Bruce. Bruce is stunned as he moves his hand up to Jason’s cheek. When his hand touches his face, he inhales sharply, and pulls Jason into him to hold him close. Jason clings onto Bruce, both crying into each other. Alfred holding them both with a hand in Jason’s hair.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry Jason. I love you so much.” Bruce says into Jason’s hair. Holding onto him tightly. “It’s okay Bruce. It’s okay.” He whispers. Jason turns his head towards the hand Alfred had in his hair. “My boy, are you alright?” Alfred asks, tears in his eyes. “I’m okay now Alfie.” Jason said softly. They stay like that for a long while, holding onto each other because they knew. This was not permanent. Jason couldn’t stay with them.

As they hold each other a bright light shines behind them. Bruce and Alfred look up at it. “What is that.” Bruce asks. “That’s the other side. It only shows up when.. when a soul is ready to move on.” Melinda says. Bruce and Alfred freeze. Not wanting to let him go. “It’s okay Bruce, I just wanted to see you guys again.” Jason says. He looks up into Bruces tearful eyes. Bruce put Jason’s face into his hands and kisses his forehead. “Are you sure Jaybird.” Bruce asks, resting his forehead on Jason’s.

“Yea, Bruce. It’s okay.” Jason whispers. He turns to look at Alfred, He lets go of Bruce to hug the man. Clinging to him, “Alfred. Take care of him. We both know that he won’t.” He said. “I will, and I shall miss you immensely Master Jason.” Alfred pulls away to look him in the eyes. “I love you my boy. Don’t ever forget that.” Alfred says with conviction. “I love you too Alfie.” Jason says and hugs him again.

When they pull apart, he hugs Bruce one last time. Bruce holding his son in his arms for the final time, not wanting to let go. But he knows he has to. It takes everything in him to let go. Tears still running down his face, and Jason wipes them away. Looking him in the eyes and whispers. “Love you, dad.” Bruce gasps, more tears falling. Not caring how he must look. Resting his forehead on Jason’s again looking him in the eyes. “You are my son. Don’t ever doubt that for a second okay. I love you so much Jay.”

They pull apart and Jason walks over to the light. He turns around to look at his family just one more time, and smiles. He looks over at Melinda. “Thank you, for helping me see them again.” He says. “It was my pleasure Jason.” She replies, eyes red rimmed from her crying.

And Jason finally walks through to the other side.

There’s a long silence before anyone speaks.

“Is. Is that it. Is he just.. gone?” Bruce asks in a whisper, Melinda nods her head. “Yes, his soul has laid to rest. Jason’s at peace.” She says wiping the tears from her eyes. Watching both Bruce and Alfred look at the spot Jason was just in. She could feel that this family was different somehow. A lot of the things that Jason said didn’t completely make sense to her.

But that doesn’t really matter does it. All she needs to know is that Jason was loved, and will be remembered and missed desperately.

Clearing his throat Alfred says. “Thank you Ms.Melinda, for giving us this opportunity to see our boy again. And I apologize for our earlier rudeness.” as he walks closer to her. “It’s not a problem. I’m just glad I could help him.” She says with a small smile. She looks over to Bruce who hasn’t moved since Jason walked to the other side.. “Will he be okay?” She asks still looking at Bruce. Alfred sighs looking at his son with sadness in his eye and responds “I’m not sure yet. But either way, I will be with him until he is.”

Melinda gives Alfred a small smile and takes that as her cue to leave. As Alfred is walking her out the front door he says to her, “Before you go, I would like to tell you even though Jason’s passing has taken it’s toll on Master Bruce and I, it was a gift to see, and hug Jason once more. What you do for people is a goodness that this city rarely gets to see. So I thank you again, Ms.Melinda.”

“It’s not a problem Alfred. Take care, and tell Bruce that Jason truly does understand how much he loves him. Even if he can’t show it normally.” She says

“Will do, have a good night Ms.Melinda. Thank you.” He says.

“You too Alfred.” As she walks away, She realizes she definitely missed her train. but was worth it to see a family reunite, even if only briefly.

The End

[rottingghosty]

Sexiest Vigilantes of Amity Park | DC X DP

this was inspired by that one audio where someone says nightwing being gotham’s sexiest vigilante. all dp characters are aged up in this prompt, so the phantom team are 18-19.

once again, errors will be made because while im fluent in english, i make mistakes cause im a 23 year old who works full time.

prompt: Sam came back from a gala in Gotham and overheard some people talk about how Nightwing was voted as the sexiest vigilante in Gotham and well. She couldn’t resist being a mischievous best friend okay? All of Gotham finding out that a small town in Illinois has their own vigilantes and they’re the sexiest in one Sam Manson’s eyes.

One is her girlfriend, the other is her ex boyfriend. Sam isn’t blind especially considering how Danny learned to change his ghost form so he looks almost similar to how he looks like not transformed, obviously he’s learned to hide his features but it’s kinda redundant when everyone in Amity Park knows who he is but somehow the Fentons besides Jazz don’t know. Danny’s a lot taller, almost Jack Fenton’s height and he had a TOTAL sleeper build that was hidden underneath the baggy clothes he wore.

Sam was getting off topic, anyway.

“What do you mean you find the vigilantes of your hometown more attractive than Nightwing?” A girl Sam’s age asked with genuine shock, her green eyes wide as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. Sam found her pretty but in the same way she found Jazz pretty, with no romantic interest.

“I mean I’m not from Gotham obviously, but we have two vigilantes back home and everyone has a crush on Red Huntress and Phantom.”

Instantly the group around Sam tittered excitedly at this new information, she let a smirk grow on her face. While she hated that her family dragged her to a gala again, she didn’t mind it that much right now when she can flex the knowledge about Danny and Val on people who don’t even know about them. Tucker and her are very much aware on how attractive the two vigilantes had gotten overtime especially with the new gear upgrades. They’ve witnessed fangirls and fanboys go rabid at any ghost fight just to see the way Danny’s muscles ripple or when Val pulls a move that shows off her flexibility.

The two weren’t afraid to say how hot the two became.

Sam pulled out her phone to show a photo of Danny as Phantom in the middle of fighting with Skulker— the ghosts attacks became less of a worry once the team realized they were basically trying to figure out how strong Danny was as a baby ghost and roughened him up to help him grow to protect his haunt.

The photo after Danny showed Val as Red Huntress, she was standing on her hoverboard going against Ember. The two mid battle with Val about to land a hit on Ember.

A low whistle was heard that caused Sam to snap her head to and the girls to jump with various squeaks. In front of her stood Stephanie Brown, a family friend of the Wayne family and Timothy Drake-Wayne. Sam’s eyes narrowed in suspicion wondering why the two were even here, before she can ask a voice spoke out.

“Personally I believe the person behind the scenes is more attractive, though I suppose Nightwing can keep the title he has since nobody knows how Oracle looks like.”

Sam turned to look at Carmilla Masters in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see Vlad’s heir at the Wayne Gala but she couldn’t be surprised either since Vlad was adamant on making connections.

“Ouch, abandoning Danny and Red Huntress like that?” Sam teased with a smirk, watching a flush settled on Carmilla’s tanned cheeks- her freckles prominent from the embarrassment.

“Oh shut it Manson.”

Before the two can delve deeper into their teasing, Timothy interrupted them.

“I believe Phantom deserves it.”

“Nuh uh, Red Huntress is better than. I vote Bat Girl also.” Stephanie says with crossed arms and raising an eyebrow at Tim who narrowed his eyes in response.

The group quickly began to debate, going only slightly louder as Sam watched with a wide smile and knowledge that this was being recorded and she’d get to embarrass the two back home once it was uploaded.

“You’re a devil.” Carmilla tells Sam, the older woman’s lips wrapped around the champagne glass to take a sip.

“I’ll send you the reaction.”

The woman sniffed delicately as she rolled the idea around in her head. “Deal. Tell Danny that he needs to come up with an excuse to get out of the family dinner that Vlad’s planning next week, we both know he hates them.” Carmilla says as she gives a smile, her canines showing briefly and Sam dutifully ignores the fact that they’re more like fangs than anything. She swears the Masters family come from a lineage of vampires.

“I’ll let him know.”

“HA! Phantom won in the group vote, so Nightwing isn’t the sexiest vigilante!” Timothy Drake-Wayne with an air of confidence that’s quickly shattered by Richard Grayson coming up with a confused puppy like look. Carmilla takes a sharp breath and looks away, it made Sam eye the two of them.

Only for her eyes to widen.

“Not a word.”

“What’s this about Nightwing not being the sexiest?” Dick Grayson curiously asked with a head tilt.

tldr: sam, in a good friend fashion- decided to bestow upon the rich kids the knowledge of phantom and red huntress after someone brought up nightwing being the sexiest in gotham. it quickly turned into a debate and a reluctant ally (carmilla masters, oc and heir of dalv co) shows up to throw her two cents in. sam of course calls out this betrayal and the two witness the argument on the sidelines.

this is implied reformed / redeemed vlad who decided to give the company to a relative and now just tries to feed his obsession with family dinners :)

[organic-bloodbath]

Knife Princess - Part 8

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: You agree to have a DNA test taken. Pouring out your frustration, you experience a more severe hallucination. Chishiya and Niragi meet again as well.

A/N: Getting Niragi into the picture a little more. They're all going a little insane.

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You were going to have a look on one of the apartments you had been browsing online and had sent an application to. The previous tenant had moved out around a week ago so there was no furniture.

A real estate agent was going to give you a tour and show you around, letting you decide your opinion on whether the apartment was suitable for you or not.

But when you saw who the agent assigned to you was, at first you couldn’t move, heart starting to beat faster and legs locking themselves in their current place.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you spat. The man’s eyes widened as well.

“Y/N,” your one-night hookup, Takuro, gasped. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Please don’t tell me you chose me on purpose,” you sighed, ready to turn around.

“I didn’t, I swear,” he hurried to say, lifting his hands in the air as a surrender. “I didn’t even know your last name or other information about you what's included in the papers.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, taking a deep breath in.

“Come on, let’s just be professional, okay? I’ll show you the apartment and then we’ll part ways,” Takuro suggested, trying to motion you to get inside.

You let out a sigh, taking a step forward. “Fine.”

He started leading you further in the apartment, going through each room one by one.

“So, this is the kitchen,” he said. “In my opinion it looks smaller than in the images on the website but it can still fit a proper dining table.” He walked closer to the drawers and the stove. “There’s a lot of space for all kinds of utensils and food. The large window brings a lot of sunlight to the apartment too, though making summers quite hot.”

You barely said anything during the tour, except a few comments and common questions here and there once in a while, just let him talk what he had to say. You had to admit that he was a good estate agent and that he was natural at selling things to people, being much more charming than you could personally ever become.

The apartment seemed to have almost everything you wanted from your home. You could imagine yourself living here and already thought of the way you’d arrange furniture. Suddenly you properly realized that you had no furniture left and that you’d have to buy everything again.

Your favorite place here was the bedroom, the window the perfect size – making the room feel open but not too much. The walls had been painted dark red which you didn’t think you’d like but it actually looked amazing, just the right shade.

The balcony could have had a better view, but it didn’t bother you too much.

“So, what do you think?” he asked when he had introduced you to every possible corner of the apartment.

“It’s amazing, I do like it,” you admitted. It wasn’t too pricey either, and it would take only 20 minutes to get to your workplace.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he smiled, happy that he could satisfy another customer. “There’s couple of more customers interested in seeing the place, but I could offer it to you right away if you’re interested?”

“Can I think for a while and call you back?” you asked, even though you knew that you wanted this place but couldn’t make any hasty decisions. You looked towards the living room one more time, already imagining Niragi sleeping on a couch there against all your protests.

“Of course,” he said. “I’ll reserve it for you for couple of days, so could you call back on Thursday, if not earlier? After that i'll have to let other customers come to check this out.”

“Sure,” you agreed.

After that, both of you fell silent, not knowing what to say to each other.

“Well, if this was all, I better go then.” You turned around and started walking towards the front door, but was interrupted almost right away.

“How have you been doing?” Takuro blurted out before you could open the front door to leave. The time of him acting professional was now finished. He had tried to form the correct words in his mind what to say to you but nothing had felt right.

“I’m alright,” you replied without turning to face him.

“And, um… How’s the baby?” he asked carefully, taking a few careful steps closer to you so that he didn’t have to raise his voice.

You turned around to look at him, raising your eyebrows. “How’s the baby?” you repeated with a mocking tone, crossing your arms against your chest. “Now you care and admit it’s yours, hm?”

“No, I just,” he started, trying to choose his words carefully since you clearly weren’t on his side. “It’s not mine, I already told you that. And I do care about your well-being, Y/N. Yes, even though we don’t know each other well.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled and turned your head away, not really knowing what to say to him. You just wanted to leave but couldn’t get your legs moving towards the front door, knowing you had unfinished business with him that you needed to get solved.

“Please, can you just take a DNA test to prove I’m not the father?” he pleaded, walking now close enough to you to gently put his hand on your shoulder to make you look back at him. You thought you’d flinch from his touch but your body didn’t react to it in any way, as if his hand wasn't there at all. “I can’t stand to know the fact that someone thinks I assaulted her and got her pregnant too. Please.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and closed your eyes, holding your hand against your forehead. You felt frustration spread in your chest and rising up your throat, making you clench your teeth harder together to keep your cool.

“I’m not aware if you’ve slept with other men or not and I don’t care, just cross me out from the list, alright?” he asked with a soft voice.

You let out a laugh, moving your gaze to look him into his eyes now. “There’s no list, you idiot.”

“Take the test,” he asked one more time, by now begging you. “Please? I’ll give you a DNA sample right now or we’ll go to a hospital. I don’t know how it works.”

“Will you then leave me alone?” you asked.

“I will, I promise,” he confirmed. “If you wish to never see me again, I won’t come to talk to you if I see you somewhere. I won’t even look at you, if you wish so. I’ll act like you put a restraining order on me.”

He seemed like such a sweet and kind guy who owned a good heart but you couldn’t get the nagging feeling inside you away that he was the only option to be the baby’s father. Maybe you needed a written proof that he really was the reason you had a new life growing inside your womb. You wished so hard that he wasn’t the dad and didn’t assault you that night, seeing the desperate look in his eyes right now how he looked at you, not wanting you to hate him for the rest of your life.

“Okay,” you agreed.

God, how much you wished you were wrong and he was right. Just because you didn't want to live your life hating someone.

But if he was right, you had no idea what to do next.

♤♡♧◇

Niragi returned to Jae-sung’s apartment, standing in front of the front door and searching for the key in his pockets. When he didn’t find the key anywhere, he started to panic.

You’ve got to be kidding me, he thought, wanting to punch the wall in frustration. Of course he had to forget the key inside. What a fucking dumbass.

Niragi knocked on the door, knowing damn well that Jae-sung was at work and you had gone outside to do whatever you were doing. Jae-sung wouldn’t be back home in another four hours, at least, so he pulled his phone and dialed your number. It rang four times before you answered the phone.

“What?” you asked, not even bothering to greet him first.

“When are you coming back?”

“Miss me already? Are you that bored?” you teased him.

“I just forgot the fucking key inside, okay?” Niragi spat, growing truly annoyed.

“And how is that my problem?” You had no empathy for his own dumb actions.

“Just tell me when you’ll be here,” Niragi gritted between his teeth.

“Not in another couple of hours,” you answered. “Go and bother the neighbors or something, I don’t care.”

“Love you too, sis,” Niragi scoffed and hang up the phone.

For the next 10 minutes, Niragi only sat on the floor by the door and stared at the wall on the opposite side. He had nothing to do except wait. Sure he could go hang out outside before you'd return but he had no idea where he would go.

Until he got one idea how to spend his time for a moment. He pulled a bobby pin from his hair, twisting and bending it into a correct position to start to pick the lock in the door handle.

“Please tell me you live there so I don’t have to involve myself in anything,” a male voice said a few metres behind him, startling him for being so silent.

He looked familiar and after a moment Niragi recognized him to be the same blond guy from the day they woke up in the hospital. The hell was he doing here?

“Forgot the key inside,” Niragi huffed and turned his face back towards the lock, trying to concentrate on getting the door open and ignore the guy’s stare.

“You’re doing it wrong, you know?” Chishiya commented.

“Yeah? Mind your own business,” Niragi mumbled. The guy was probably right though, Niragi had never managed to pick a lock in his life, he had only watched couple of videos about it ages ago when he had been bored.

“Let me have a look,” Chishiya suggested and kneeled down next to Niragi, who was reluctant to accept help just like that from a stranger. Especially a guy who was significantly shorter than him and looked like a girl, but Niragi needed to get inside.

Chishiya had opened locks before, so he knew how it worked. Niragi gave him the bobby pin and took a step away to let him handle it.

Niragi didn't say anything while Chishiya concentrated on getting the door open, eyebrows furrowed. He just leaned against the wall, arms crossed on his chest.

It took a while but eventually Chishiya got the door open, actually managing to surprise Niragi.

“You have a habit to forget your key inside too or what?” Niragi asked, then narrowing his eyes. “Unless you’re a burglar, huh?”

“Nah, just felt like a useful skill to learn,” Chishiya shrugged as he stood up and returned the twisted bobby pin to Niragi. “Not that I’d need it often. Breaking into other people’s houses isn’t one of my spare time hobbies, even though I think I’d make a good burglar if i wanted to”

Chishiya wasn’t sure why he cared to help him. Because he was your brother and you’d appreciate Chishiya for helping him? No, of course that wasn’t it. Normally Chishiya would just walk past and not give it another thought if he knew the apartment belonged to the person trying to break in. He didn't do charity to strangers.

“Do I owe you a favor now, huh?” Niragi asked, mostly joking.

One more game, Niragi’s voice continued inside Chishiya’s mind.

“What game?” Chishiya asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Game?” Niragi repeated, as confused as Chishiya was right now. “You want to play a game?”

Suddenly, Niragi heard a loud gunshot, making him jump a little. He looked around him, trying to find the source of the shot but there was nothing which would have caused the sound. It was too loud to be just a traffic crash outside or something. It happened in this corridor.

Niragi turned his face back to Chishiya, whose white shirt was now slowly being dyed red on his ribs, as if he had been shot for real a second ago. Niragi’s eyes widened.

“Dude, what the hell?!” Niragi shouted in slight panic.

“What?” Chishiya asked with the same calm voice he had talked in before, confused of Niragi's behavior.

Niragi shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, Chishiya’s shirt was back being completely white. No red anywhere in sight on him.

“Are you feeling alright?” Chishiya asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I need to lay down,” Niragi mumbled, suddenly feeling sick and went inside the apartment. “Thanks for the help.” Then, he closed the door behind him, letting Chishiya continue his way wherever he was going.

But Chishiya didn’t move from his spot right away, only kept staring at the closed door for a moment. What a strange man, he thought. Chishiya could see a clear resemblance between him and his sister, which was you, even though half of Niragi’s face was severely scarred at the moment due to the accident.

Eventually Chishiya walked towards the stairs, trying to brush the moment with Niragi out of his head.

Niragi leaned against the door for a few minutes, trying to process the previous moment he experienced. He knew what a gunshot sounded like, and the noise had sounded exactly like one. His ear was still ringing a bit by the loud sound, as if it had been real and the gun had been almost right beside his ear. And Chishiya’s shirt too? That was blood, but then there wasn’t blood at all anymore.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Niragi mumbled under his breath and rubbed his scarred face, then hitting himself on his left temple. “You’re going insane, get it together.”

When Chishiya arrived outside and was simply walking down the street, he felt some kind of presence staring at him. He couldn't explain the feeling but something felt off.

Chishiya was waiting at traffic lights to be able to cross the road and as he looked directly towards the street on the other side, he saw a tall man in a black cloak stare at him. At least Chishiya thought he looked at his way, he couldn't exactly see the man's face under the hood.

But he was carrying a massive rifle with him, and none of the other people around paid any attention on the man.

Then, a bus drove past, hiding the man behind it. When the bus was gone, so was the man, as if he had jumped on the bus without it stopping to pick up more passengers.

Chishiya didn't get scared easily, there wasn't many things he feared but that man? He managed to make Chishiya extremely uncomfortable and wake up feelings he hadn't felt in a long time.

Right after, Chishiya felt something hard hit his ankle, and when he looked down, he saw a grenade which would blow up any second.

Immediately he jumped out of the way, falling on his back and hearing a loud explosion but when he looked around him, absolutely nothing was damaged and nobody seemed to be hurt.

"Sir? Are you alright?" an older woman asked, looking down at Chishiya who was lying on the ground, breathing rapidly, eyes wide. "Do you need a doctor?"

"I'm, i'm alright," Chishiya mumbled and got up, his head feeling heavy.

He had physically felt the grenade hit his ankle so there was no way he had just imagined it.

♤♡♧◇

A few days passed, and you were anxiously waiting for the result of the DNA test. You tried to figure out other things to do which would make your mind to concentrate on other things than the test but the thought and stress of it wouldn’t leave your mind. You were so desperate to find things to do that you started even learning a new language online – French, which you would give up with after a few days.

You also started to get ready to return to your work soon, it wouldn’t be long anymore to get back to your regular routine you had been used to for the past few years. Sitting at home and forcing yourself to find things to do was making you go crazy because you were running out of ideas.

As you were watching TV with Jae-sung in the living room, you got a notification on your phone. Your heart started racing faster and faster in your chest, panic rising inside you. It was an email from the hospital, and you were more than sure that it held the answer of the DNA test. The answer whether Takuro was the father or not. He had to be, of course it had to be him.

Your stomach dropped and heart skipped a few beats when you read the result. You had to read those few words several times to believe what it actually said. Looking at each letter on one of the words.

Negative. It was negative, he wasn’t the father of your baby.

“What is it?” Jae-sung asked, furrowing his eyebrows when he saw the shocked look on your face. He had said something to you but you hadn’t heard what, you were completely ignoring him like he didn't exist at all.

“I think I need to go,” you mumbled, hands shaking.

You locked yourself inside the bathroom, sitting on the toilet seat and holding your head in your hands. You had read the email several times now, that one word so many times it was losing its meaning.

Negative. Negative. Negative.

You leaned back and held your stomach, looking down at the slight bump which was there but not extremely visible yet.

“What are you?”

♤♡♧◇

Some hours later and after the thought had properly sank into your mind, you had left the house to go to the place where you always went to pour out all the frustration and anger. You could be there in peace, nobody bothering you.

You were throwing knives on the wall one by one, aiming at a few targets you had set up. The headphones against your ears were blasting music into your head, attempting to muffle any thoughts lingering in your mind.

You had owned a large knife collection in your home and was more than upset that the meteorite had destroyed them as well. Well, you didn’t know if they were actually destroyed, but you hadn’t been able to visit your former home which was now in ruins. These two you had now were the only ones you had left at the moment, so you had to constantly walk back and forth to pull the knives out of the wall, usually you had five with you.

You were feeling so many emotions at once and didn't know how to deal with them. So you put all that frustration in stabbing the wall with the blades.

Why couldn't things just be easy for once? Too much going on and only one Y/N left to deal with all the thoughts and problems storming inside your mind and body. You were tired and just wanted to give all these things bothering you to someone else who would be able to deal with them better.

You took the water bottle on the side table, taking a few large gulps down your throat and taking a quick break before you’d go pick up the knives back again.

As you started walking towards the place where your knives were sticking out, you froze on your place, terrified of the scene you were now facing. You instantly ripped the headphones off your head, throwing them on the floor.

A man was suddenly standing about ten metres in front of you, leaning against the wall against the spot where you had aimed the knife on. He was wearing something what looked like a bulletproof vest.

But your knife wasn't on the wall – it was sticking in the man's neck.

Your eyes widened and a horrified scream escaped your lips as you looked at him holding his neck with his hand, blood pouring between his fingers. The man slowly turned his body towards you, lifting something you hadn't at first noticed he was holding in his hand.

With a murderous glare in his eyes, he pointed a gun directly at you, ready to aim and pull the trigger.

You tried to jump out of the way and shut your eyes, but there was no gunshot. In fact, there was no sound at all coming from him.

When you opened your eyes, you were all alone again, nobody else in sight. After standing still for a while, body and mind filled with fear, you walked slowly towards the wall where your knife was sticking out like usual. Not a single drop of blood in any surface. Not on the floor, wall or even the blade you had sharpened before you arrived here.

Your heart was hammering inside your chest so hard you felt like you were going to vomit, faint or experience another panic attack but the horrified feeling inside you didn't evolve as far.

You had never seen that man before in your life, even though there was a slight familiar feeling of him. The look he had stared at you with was the scariest look anyone had ever made at you, sending shivers down your spine. The look alone would have been able to kill if he stared at you long enough.

The door suddenly opened, breaking the eerie silence in pieces and making you jump back and let out another automatic scream. You were now holding one of the knives in your hand, gripping on the handle so tightly that your knuckles had turned white. You didn't even first realize how much your hand was shaking at that moment and it was extremely close that you didn't throw the knife towards the person coming inside the room.

As you recognized the person approaching you, your shoulders relaxed a little and a deep breath slipped between your lips, but you still wouldn't loosen your hold on the knife. You looked at the clock on the wall, it was starting to be the time Niragi had told you he'd come and pick you up.

"Y/N? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Niragi asked, seeing the shocked and horrified expression on your face. He looked at your hand, which was still trembling and holding the knife. "Hey, hey what's wrong?"

Niragi held your shoulders and looked at you in your eyes.

"Niragi," you whispered, throat dry even though you had just drank water. "I think i'm starting to go insane and lose my mind."

"What do you mean?" Niragi asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I'm seeing things," you said quietly, almost choking on your own words. "I think i'm going to need some psychiatric help."

"What kind of things?"

A smile suddenly spread on your lips, as if it had a mind of its own.

"I just stabbed a man," you laughed. You weren't meant to laugh, but you couldn't help it. There was nothing funny about it but you were feeling so nervous you could barely control it. "I just fucking stabbed a person and then he disappeared. Poof. Gone. Into thin air."

You kept laughing so hard your stomach started hurting and tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t control it.

Niragi did look at you like you had finally lost it. You couldn't stop laughing but soon it turned into crying. The knife in your grip dropped on the floor by your feet, and your body was about to drop down as well, legs betraying you, but Niragi caught you and held you against his chest. He rubbed your back as you continued crying.

"It'll be alright, Y/N," he whispered, pressing your head against his chest as you both sat down on the floor. "I'm here for you, alright?"

"I'm so tired," you sobbed.

Niragi didn't remember the last time you had cried in front of him, it had been several years, and he knew it must be something serious. Something really bad.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Niragi suggested, eager to hear anything that was bothering your mind. Wanting to help you because seeing and hearing you cry was breaking his heart in pieces.

"I don't know where to start," you mumbled.

You didn’t want to tell him about the fact that you didn’t know whose child you were carrying. That the father wasn’t the person you thought it would be. The only person who it could have been. No, you’d leave him out of it. But all the other shit going on in your head?

"That's okay," Niragi comforted, his voice softer than usual. God, you didn't want to be a sobbing mess in front of him. "It doesn't have to make sense."

You pulled your head away from his chest, now putting a little more space between your bodies.

"Have you seen any, like, weird flashes or dreams after the accident? Or voices, like someone was speaking to you but you couldn't locate origin of it?" you took the courage to ask him. He looked like he wasn’t sure if he understood the question correctly. "Like, i don't know. Something that felt more like a memory than a dream."

Niragi was almost about to say 'no' but as he thought about it, he fell silent for a moment.

"Well, there's been couple of odd dreams i got but dreams are just dreams, right?" Niragi just shrugged.

You sat up a little straighter now, furrowing your brows.

"What kind of dreams?"

"Nah, it's stupid. They didn't mean anything."

"Niragi," you gritted between your teeth. "I'm going insane here so you better start explaining me what you've dreamed of."

He didn't believe his dreams had any meaning but you were looking at him in a way that you were going to squeeze them out of him with force.

“Well, um. I saw one where we were at a pool, there were lots of other people there too. You as well. And I was carrying a rifle,” he explained. The dream was blurry, but Niragi saw proper dreams extremely rarely and none of the dreams before had felt real. Somehow in that dream he could feel the weight of the rifle on his shoulder, even after waking up the feeling still lingered there for a moment, something pulling him down a little, until the feeling disappeared as he had gotten up.

“You were carrying a rifle at a pool party?” you scoffed. “What were you, a pool guard or something?”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m just saying what I saw. I said it was stupid,” Niragi snapped.

“Fine, what else?”

“Hm. I remember some man in a black cloak with a gun shooting people,” Niragi explained.

Niragi also thought about the moment in the corridor with Chishiya. Should he tell about it to you? How would he even explain it so that it made sense? So, there was a gunshot in our building and that hospital guy was bleeding out but then he wasn’t bleeding anymore. Was schizophrenia a side effect from a meteorite attack? Nah, that made no sense.

You had fallen silent, frozen on your spot, just staring at Niragi with wide eyes. He turned his face to you now that you hadn’t answered anything to the dream he shared to you.

“What?” Niragi asked, confused of the shocked expression on your face.

“A man in a black cloak shooting people? With a gun?” you repeated, making sure you heard him right.

“Well, yeah. So?”

“I’ve seen him too,” you admitted. “When we, uh, that night when we played cards with Jae-sung. I, I held the King of Spades in my hand and a man in a black cloak just appeared into my head.”

Niragi remembered you acting strange and getting migraine in the middle of the game.

“King of Spades, huh?” Niragi repeated, getting more familiarity to the dream as well. Like being able to give a name for someone.

“I think I should see a doctor,” you said quietly, voice trembling a little. After the stabbing incident, which hadn’t been real, you were genuinely getting worried of something being seriously wrong with your brain.

Niragi didn’t want doctors to start picking on his brain, and he knew you’d insist on taking him to the hospital as well if he admitted what he had seen in the corridor with your neighbor. Niragi wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t worry about whatever hallucinations you had experienced but he knew it wasn’t normal at all. He just didn’t want to accept that there was something wrong with you.

With both of you.

♤♡♧◇

A/N: Obviously Niragi's going crazy too. Maybe i'll just lock all three in a mental hospital <3

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[static-blossoms]

Hey Mouthwashing community, please know I’m saying this in the nicest way possible, I’m not targeting anyone in particular, and I absolutely do not condone harassment towards others regarding this.

Can we please not call Jimmy a narcissist/narcissistic in an insulting way? It’s something I’ve noticed in the fandom not only on here but on other platforms as well, and it’s really uncomfortable to see. You can hate a character without resorting to using mental disorders as an insult.

[chartreuxcatz]

American: “Hey has anyone else had this experience?”

Non-American: “Have you considered that not everyone is American? Do you know that your experiences are not universal? This post is disgustingly American-centric, you stupid ethnocentric nationalistic fat racist-”

[paterday]

👁👁

You uh getting some ideas for Aura and Omen?

Don’t look at me with those big ol eyes I’m SHY

Here’s an image of. The silly for your troubles

that being said.

[devils-yui]

Reposting this from a friend bc I think it is VERY important to know of this, and for immigrants, and other possible victims of the ICE Raids happening right now

Here’s to also a very huge edit, from the list of very helpful people who have been reblogging and providing more info.

I’m not as well informed but I will be relaying the information and tagging each person who added onto this post:

@onthedriftinthetardis -

The phone number in the first photo is ONLY for Orange County, California!

Look up your local ACLU affiliate here

@6feetunderwater -

It always makes me nervous to see a reporting phone number passed around without any links to verify it, so the number in the first pic can be found on the site for the Orange County Rapid Response Network, which is "an interconnected system of non-profit and grassroots organizations, civil rights attorneys, law school clinics, and individuals working together to respond to dehumanizing immigration enforcement activities and policies in Orange County"

@geekerypeekery -

The second warrant is not fake, but is an administrative rather than judicial warrant, and has no constitutional authority to bypass Fourth Amendment protections - in other words, it does not entitle the bearer to enter and search your home. It simply authorizes agents of the issuing department to contact you. Always ask to see the warrant before opening your door!

In addition to the ACLU links, try contacting the National Immigration Law Center https://www.nilc.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/Warrants-Subpoenas-Facts.pdf

@american-anger -

The phone number listed here is specific to Orange County in California, but you can look up other California counties here:

CALIFORNIA RAPID RESPONSE NETWORKS

@beaniebaneenie -

Unpleasant reminder: within 100 miles of the border (which is home to 200 million people and virtually all major cities in the US), ICE does not need a warrant to enter your home, your car, to search anything, or even to arrest you.

You are not automatically safe just because they don't have a real warrant.

The best and safest thing you can do is learn to have escape routes- quick ways to get out of the house or area you're in if you find out ICE or CBP are around. Those of us who do have documentation? Time for us to step the fuck up.

Film any interaction. Every interaction. If you're able, step into the conversation and be a Karen/Kyle- weaponize your privilege for Good. If you get asked about people? Use positive but vague statements so you a) cannot be caught in a lie, and b) do not give any information away.

"I don't know them that well, but I don't tend to socialize much. They seem great to me."

"I can't remember the last time I saw them."

"Maybe they speak another language, I can't remember details. But I picked up Duolingo during the pandemic and tons of other people did too."

"I'm not sure."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Even if you're somewhere the 100-mile Exception doesn't apply and a warrant is in fact needed? I don't expect ICE and CBP to play by the rules for long, if at all. I fully expect this to get ugly, and fast.

Cheeto has already declared an emergency of national security at the border, and is mobilizing the military to have jurisdiction over a huge swath of the country. It's essentially tantamount to martial law. And it's only been four days.

Gear up for a long, hard fight. This is gonna be a marathon, not a sprint.

— I am leaving all of this as an edit because on the off chance someone does find the posts that have these people specifically reblogging, I don’t want it to be too late. So I’m comprising it all here

Here are a few other people’s reblogs I thought were important:

Thank you @onthedriftinthetardis @6feetunderwater @geekerypeekery @american-anger @beaniebaneenie @bunnychiffon @dubiouslynamed @trisockatops @witchy-disaster for contributing and helping me make this a more well-informed post. Thank you so much

[joetastic2739]

Someone accessed my Gmail 2 days ago, compromising my linked accounts like Twitter and YouTube. Here's how it happened, why I fell for it, and what you can learn to avoid making the same mistake:

The scam I fell victim to was a cookie hijack. The hacker used malicious software to steal my browser cookies (stuff like autofill, auto sign in, etc), allowing them to sign in to my Gmail and other accounts, completely bypassing my 2FA and other security protocols.

A few days ago, I received a DM from @Rachael_Borrows, who claimed to be a manager at @Duolingo. The account seemed legitimate. It was verified, created in 2019, and had over 1k followers, consistent with other managers I’d seen at the time n I even did a Google search of this person and didnt find anything suspicious.

She claimed that @Duolingo wanted me to create a promo video, which got me excited and managed to get my guard down. After discussing I was asked to sign a contract and at app(.)fastsigndocu(.)com. If you see this link, ITS A SCAM! Do NOT download ANY files from this site.

Unfortunately, I downloaded a file from the website, and it downloaded without triggering any firewall or antivirus warnings. Thinking it was just a PDF, I opened it. The moment I did, my console and Google Chrome flashed. That’s when I knew I was in trouble. I immediately did an antivirus scan and these were some of the programs it found that were added to my PC without me knowing:

The thing about cookie hijacking is that it completely bypasses 2FA which should have been my strongest line of defense. I was immediately signed out of all my accounts and within a minute, they changed everything: passwords, 2FA, phone, recovery emails, backup codes, etc.

I tried all methods but hit dead ends trying to recover them. Thankfully, my Discord wasn’t connected, so I alerted everyone I knew there. I also had an alternate account, @JLCmapping, managed by a friend, which I used to immediately inform @/TeamYouTube about the situation

Meanwhile, the hackers turned my YouTube channel into a crypto channel and used my Twitter account to spam hundreds of messages, trying to use my image and reputation to scam more victims

Thankfully, YouTube responded quickly and terminated the channel. Within 48 hours, they locked the hacker out of my Gmail and restored my access. They also helped me recover my channel, which has been renamed to JoetasticOfficial since Joetastic_ was no longer available.

Since then, I’ve taken several steps to secure my accounts and prevent this from happening again. This has been a wake-up call to me, and now I am more cautious around people online. I hope sharing it helps others avoid falling victim to similar attacks. (End)

(side note) Around this time, people also started to impersonate me on TikTok and YouTube. With my accounts terminated, anyone searching for "Joetastic" would only find the imposter's profiles. I’m unsure whether they are connected or if it’s just an unfortunate coincidence, but it made the situation even more stressful.

[readwritealldayallnight]

When Gaz walks into the bases common room, his goal for making his third cup of tea of the day is diverted when he catches sight of Soap’s expression across the room.

The Scot looks absolutely befuddled, eyes wide and sitting slack-jawed across from his Lieutenant. Gaz walks over to the men, catching the very end of Ghost telling his companion to ‘piss off’.

“Alright?” He asks the lads, raising a brow in question.

“Ye oughta hear the shite LT’s tryin’ to convince me of over here!” Soap is all too eager to inform his friend. Ghost grunts, leaning further back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes as far back as he can, as if to tell the Sergeant in front of him ‘this is why I don’t tell you anything’.

Because that’s almost exactly what Ghost is thinking at that moment. He’d just entered the common room when he’d spotted the back of an all too familiar head, fiddling and distracted with the microwave.

When he’d walked up behind the younger man and echoed his call sign out in greeting, his mask hid the smug smirk that appeared at the jump Soap gave, uttering a loud “Shit!” in surprise.

Soap went on to complain about how he was apparently attempting to jumpstart his heart, drawling on about how the Lieutenant was always sneaking up on people like this, moving quiet as a Ghost.

“My missus says the same thing.” The masked man had mentioned casually, as if his chest hadn’t automatically puffed out in pride, standing up a little straighter at the mention of his girl.

“She says you’re too quiet? Aye, LT, think a lot o’ couples have complaints of the sorts in bed ya see-”

“Shut it, you prick.” Ghost quickly shut him down, ending that line of thought. “She says I walk too quietly in the flat. Accidentally scaring her all the time, poor thing.”

At that, Soap’s eyebrows had shot sky high, keen to hear more about the big bad Ghost’s life of apparent domestic bliss, turning him into an absolute sap.

Ghost wouldn’t normally volunteer information about his personal life. But he just loves you so much. And now that he’s not only thinking about you because he is all the time, but also talking about you, his mouth didn’t seem to want to stop talking about you.

“She put her foot down with me recently.” He’d added with a deep chuckle.

“She did what?” Soap had asked bewildered.

“She called it ‘putting her foot down’. I walked up behind her when she was doin’ dishes. Poor bird didn’t hear me and dropped somethin’.”

“Oh, no! Simon! That’s my favourite mug!!” You’d cried out, watching your most treasured ceramic shattering on the tile floor of the kitchen, spreading every which way across the room.

“M’sorry lovie. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” He’d sheepishly responded, reaching to turn off the running faucet. He’d grabbed the dish towel and gave it to you to dry your hands, lifted you by the waist and set you on the counter with ease, not wanting you to get hurt with your bare feet. He’d turned, already in search of a broom and dust pan.

“Again. You mean I’m sorry for scaring you again.” You had corrected him, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t take it anymore Simon. You don’t need to be stealthy at home, my love, you can make noise when you walk. In fact I need you to make noise when you walk at home!”

Simon had nodded along, diligently sweeping up every piece of your ruined mug.

“I’ll try harder sweetheart. I promise.” He’d offered, dumping the remnants into the bin before he’d walked up to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as yours slid around his shoulders.

The very next weekend he’d taken you to a local pottery painting class to make up for the lost mug, as well as you telling him off (because yeah, that was what Simon considered you putting your foot down with him, and he never wanted it to happen again if he could help it).

Ghost finds himself grinning further under his mask at the memory however, of how cute you looked as you tried to raise your voice at him, laying down the law in your shared home.

“And so what’d ya tell her?” Soap asked, curious to know how his Lieutenant had reacted, but more so if the man would even reply or rather would tell him to fuck off.

“I didn’t tell her anythin’.” Simon had uttered. “Did as my missus asked me to do, and that was the end of the story. Well, s’pose I did I tell her I’d look into mug making classes or whatever.”

“…”

“You what?!”

[helaintoloki]

Back to You

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mild language, pining, fluff

notes: my bucky and yelena brain rot is off the charts which is how this came about

summary: Yelena’s interest in y/n forces Bucky to confront his feelings for her as the Thunderbolts take refuge in her home

“I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Well, this is definitely more interesting than whatever I had planned today,” you respond jokingly as you finish stitching closed the gash on Bucky’s pectoral. “I will say, if I knew I’d be having company I probably would have tidied up a bit around here.”

Both yours and Bucky’s gazes turn to the group of beaten down misfits that occupy your living room at the mention of company. The amount of people taking refuge in your home made it appear almost comically small, but you weren’t exactly new to having to take care of super heroes- or in this case antiheroes- on a whim like this.

Before Thanos and the Blip, you had been a good friend of Steve’s. As his neighbor across the hall who also happened to be a nurse, he tended to treat your apartment like his own personal health clinic after a particularly grueling day of protecting the city. You welcomed him in without question of course, and after some time he had begun bringing friends in need of patch jobs with him. This was how you met Sam and Natasha, and eventually Bucky. You were enthralled by the turmoil swimming in his eyes and his reserved nature, and your gentleness and willingness to help a total stranger like him with no reservation had stuck with Bucky forever.

You lost touch with them all after the Sokovia Accords debacle and being turned into dust for five years, but once the work of the infinity stones had been reversed and you were able to attempt a life at normalcy, Bucky and Sam had returned right back to your doorstep.

In the years that passed, you and Bucky had been able to form a close friendship. It didn’t happen without growing pains throughout the process of course, and it took time for the super soldier to open himself up to you so intimately, but you’d been able to reach a point where Bucky could come to you for anything and vice versa. So when he’d called five minutes before his arrival asking to seek shelter in your modest home, you immediately agreed without question.

“Alright, you’re good to go,” you inform him after smoothing out the bandage on his chest. Looking out to the rest of the group, you hold up your first aid kit and ask, “Anyone else need some TLC?”

You’re met with silence to which Bucky offers you a comforting pat on the shoulder before hopping off of your counter. The group looks more exhausted and defeated than anything, and he convinces you they’ll probably be fine.

“Well, in the meantime, would anyone like breakfast? I think I have some pancake mix around here somewhere,” you murmur absently, and this gets some heads to finally turn.

“Pancakes… would be nice,” Yelena offers with pursed lips and a shrug, trying to be inconspicuous as she obviously snoops through your things.

“Do you have eggs?” John voices tiredly. “I could really go for some scrambled eggs.”

“Eggs and pancakes… anything else?”

“I cannot have eggs without bacon,” Alexei notes thoughtfully only for Bucky to roll his eyes.

“You don’t have to cook all of that,” he tries to assure you only for you to shake your head in response.

“It’s really no problem, I’m just glad I went grocery shopping yesterday.”

You give Bucky a reassuring smile before disappearing into the kitchen, allowing him the chance to finally walk over and snatch the frame Yelena had been scrutinizing behind your back from her grasp.

“What are you doing?” He retorts in annoyance before setting it back down on the shelf. “We’re guests here, you can’t just touch all of her stuff.”

“She has a photo of my sister,” the blonde rebuffs defensively, “I have a right to touch it. Why does she have it?”

“Before she was my friend, she was Steve’s friend. He introduced her to Natasha, and they became friends too. Good friends.”

“Hmm,” she replies thoughtfully, finally easing up a bit as she takes in the information. “If Natasha considered her a friend, then I will too.”

“Yeah, I think she’s good on friends right now,” Bucky scoffs. Yelena raises a brow at his annoyance before a coy smile begins to form on her lips.

“Are you threatened by me, Barnes?” She prompts with a laugh, only doubling down when she notices the aggravated tick of his jaw. “Because it’s okay if you are, I understand. I mean, she is a beautiful woman, and I can see how much you love her-“

“Hold on a minute, what are you talking about?”

“Surely you cannot be this stupid,” Yelena affirms with a teasing smile that soon falls at Bucky’s flustered demeanor. “Or maybe you are.”

“I don’t love y/n,” Bucky says defensively, voice hushed to avoid any prying ears from listening to their conversation. “She’s just a good friend.”

“Well, if she’s just a good friend then you won’t mind if I go talk to her and tell her how much I love what she’s done with this place,” Yelena states plainly with a mischievous smile as she makes her way towards the kitchen only to be stopped by Bucky grabbing onto her arm.

“Don’t,” he warns with a scowl. From his spot on the couch, Alexei laughs.

“You are smart to stop her, Barnes,” he notes proudly, “my Yelena is quite the lady killer.”

“What’s the harm, Barnes? You obviously do not want to date this beautiful woman who has opened her home to us, so why can’t I?”

“If I admit I love her will you stop?” Bucky begs despite the clear aggravation in his tone. With her hands raised in surrender and lips pulled into a small frown, Yelena suspends her march towards the kitchen once Bucky finally relinquishes his hold on her arm. “Thank you.”

“Life is short, James. Do not let her sit and wait for you forever.”

Bucky lets out a long exhale through his nose at her words, and despite how much she annoys him, he knows she’s right. Bucky loves you and has always held a deep sense of admiration for the selfless woman who had taken him and Steve in without question despite the fact that it would get her into trouble with the government. You were one of the first to show him genuine kindness after spending years under Hydra’s thumb, and he’d never be able to forget that. You are his light in darkness, his saving grace, his confidant, and that’s why he’s so hesitant to fully bring you into his world by asking you to be his partner. Being friends keeps you at an arm’s length from the dangers of his life, but being the one he comes home to after a high stakes mission puts you in a whole new light to his enemies, and he’s not sure if he’s ready to put you through that just yet.

“Breakfast is on the table!” You call out from the kitchen, and Bucky watches with a wry grin as every person in the living room moves their aching bodies hastily into the dining room to get a chance at scoring some of your pancakes. You meet him shortly after and present him his own plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon to enjoy in peace away from the rest.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind so I figured you’d want to eat out here,” you explain with a careful smile before joining him on the couch. “You gonna be okay?”

“I don’t know if these guys are up for this,” he admits almost dejectedly, casting a glance towards the dining room where the Thunderbolts sit loudly bickering over the syrup bottle.

“Hey, as long as they have you there with them, I think they’ll be okay,” you comfort reassuringly, reaching forward to give his arm a tender squeeze.

“I really doubt that, but thanks,” Bucky responds with a weak chuckle, “you keep me sane.”

“It’s my speciality.”

A comfortable silence washes over you then as you meet each other’s tender gazes and enjoy the rare moment of peace shared between you both. Bucky longs to just pull you into his arms and hold you, but he resists and instead returns to enjoying his breakfast.

“We’ll be out of your hair as soon as they’re done eating,” Bucky reassures you only for you to give him an indifferent shrug.

“That’s fine, but can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you ever going to kiss me?” You prompt with an innocent smile, catching poor Bucky off guard as he momentarily chokes on his pancakes.

“What?” He splutters, fist thumping on his chest to help the food go down.

“I mean, maybe I’m reading it all wrong, but I feel like sometimes you look at me like you want to kiss me,” you explain simply, “and I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

“That obvious, huh?” He sighs with a bashful smile before setting his plate down on the coffee table.

“Yeah, well, that and also Yelena might have told me something on her way to the dining room,” you offer with an apologetic laugh.

“Oh, god, what did she say?”

“Something along the lines of if you never man up and decide to tell me how you feel that I should give her a call.”

“She’s a pain in my ass,” he grumbles irately, but his tone softens as he looks to you in remorse and continues, “but she’s right. You deserve to know how I feel about you.”

Smiling, you move closer to the super soldier so that you can curl into his side and rest your head upon his chest. His arms immediately come to wrap around your figure as he kisses the crown of your head, prompting you to let out a content sigh.

“We can figure out all the details when you get back from saving the world,” you assure him, “but just know that I love you, and I’ll be here waiting for you to come home.”

“Home,” Bucky sighs wistfully, already mourning your time together as he thinks about having to leave you behind. “I can promise you this- nothing is going to stop me from coming back to you.”

You look up to meet his tender gaze and are pleasantly surprised when he leans down to press a careful kiss to your lips. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you savor the moment you’ve been longing for ever since you met Bucky, and by the way he kisses you as if you are the air he needs to breathe, you think it’s safe to assume he feels the same.

His heart is yours, and as you tenderly embrace from the comfort of your couch, you can rest assured that to Bucky, home is where you are.

[nezuscribe]

life as a hit man was dirty but simple, and gojo preferred keeping it that way. he didn’t know his clients names, they didn’t know his. he’d send over proof of his work, they’d wire in the money. dirty, yet simple.

so when he gets a message to kill the daughter of some oil tycoon, he doesn’t think much about it. sure he thinks it’s cheap to go for the kid, but what does he know. this is the most he’s ever been offered for a one shot job, so he’s not an idiot to turn this offer down.

and unfortunately, that meant his next confirmed target was you.

he gets your information, where you go to school, what apartment building you live in, where you like to eat. usually he prefers a straight shot to the head, but sometimes sneaking in something to your food lets him off easier.

gojo gets to know your routine. what you do at what time. what shows you watch, what your favorite sweater is. he watches from the high rises that faces yours, crouching down so none of your bodyguards could see the reflection of the magnifier of his rifle.

and gojo is used to taking out a wide range of people. men, women, grandpas, aunts. it’s just business to him. but there’s something about you that makes him hesitate to pull the trigger.

maybe it’s the fact that the weeks he’s spent trailing after you he’s noticed you’re pretty much a loner. you keep to yourself, never bothering anyone. you don’t seem to have my friends in your classes, or even out of them. gojo never questions to morals of his clients or who they ask him to kill, but judging you so far you seem to have done…nothing wrong.

you treat the old lady who works in the convenience story with such kindness that gojo wonders if you were born into this level of wealth, because most people of your status treat those beneath them like ants. you always hold the door open for your body guards despite them insisting they do it for you. you always buy some food for the stray cats in the alley you pass, and you never yell when you’re on the phone with your dad, even though gojo tracks those calls and feels the need to yell for you.

it all comes to a moment when you’re at your favorite coffee shop (he knows this because you come here so often), and you’ve managed to weasel away from your bodyguards. he knows they must be freaking out by now, but you just want some alone time.

he’s right there, right behind you, the little pouch of his condition of drugs that instantly kill in his pocket ready, and you turn around with your coffee cup and bump into him.

your eyes seen, letting out a shocked gasp as the iced drink stains his shirt and pants, the cup not empty on the floor.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you stutter out, scrambling to find some napkins, “i’m so so sorry! i didn’t even see you there - gosh,” you shove some napkins into his hands, trying to dapple the coffee away but it does nothing to help, “i can’t believe…!” you trail off, the two of you moving out of line so you don’t hold the others up and your shaking your head in dismay, mad at your clumsiness.

“it’s alright,” he assures you, waving it off as his eyes take in your appearance. “don’t even worry about it, accidents happen.” it’s the first time he’s seen you this close, and he feels that pouch growing heavier in his pocket.

because you’re pretty. really pretty. and he likes the plush of your cheeks, the scrunch of your brows, the way you’re nearly gnawing your lip raw. you seem even prettier in person, and there’s a lump forming in his chest, something he’s never felt before.

“no, no,” you murmur, trying to find the tide pen in your bag, only to realize you left it at home, “and it’s stained too, fuck. i am so sorry about this, you probably have somewhere to be and…” your words trail off as you scramble for your wallet, pulling out some cash as you push it into his hands.

it’s more than he needs to replace the shirt and pants, probably enough to buy him a couple pairs from ralph lauren, but you still seem to think it’s not enough as you look for more.

“it’s no worries at all, i keep an extra of shirts in my car for emergencies like this,” gojo lies smoothly and you look up from your purse, eyes wide in shame. fuck he really likes your eyes too.

“no, please take it, it’ll be on my mind all day if you don’t,” you insist, but he’s shaking his head defiantly, a reassuring smile on his face as he hands the money back to you.

“and it’ll be on my conscience all day if i take it,” he promises you, and after you realize he’s not going to retract his hands you take the cash, shoving it back into your wallet as heat settles all over your body.

of course with your luck you spill coffee all over the most attractive man you’ve ever met.

you still look worried, finding another napkin as you take out a pen from your purse, messily writing something down.

“this is my contact information if you ever need me to replace your clothes,” you hand it over to the man with an apologetic smile, “please don’t hesitate to call me, i know stains and that’s gonna be really hard to get out,” you go to say something else but your eyes dart to the large windows behaubd him, catching sight of your body guards who seem to have seen you, and your face falls.

“i’m really sorry, again, but i have to go,” you mutter as you speed off, waving goodbyes to the stranger as you duck your head down and leave the coffee shop, not wanting to cause another scene as three buff men race in to find you.

gojo stands there almost in a haze, looking at his stained white shirt to the napkin with your number and name on it.

almost as if he didn’t already know it, almost as if you weren’t the girl he’s supposed to kill.

and in that moment he realizes how screwed he is, because he’d rather down that packet right there than shoot you down, and he’s never felt this dread before.