#Though this person just ran off and blocked me before they even gave me a chance to explain myself. Bit cowardly if I'm being honest here.

[pybuki]

I WAS TALKING ABOUT WESKER 😭 HFKDKDHDBD

I was so confused at first but then I realized she thought I was calling her a nerd instead of Wesker

Like.. girl!!!! It’s okay to be a nerd!! I am too!! Embrace it!! Don’t get offended by it, especially when I’m just trying to be silly. And I call him that all the time… 😅 And if it's that big of a deal, maybe take the time to actually talk to me instead of blocking me so we can talk it out like adults.

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

"Waking Up in Vegas"

Prologue, Chapter one:, Chapter 2,Chapter 3, Chapter 4:

ok guys! we're back and reader's hot girl summer has started! Sorry I was gonna put this chapter out earlier today but i've just been so busy today plus i'm cooking up a 3rd part for "older" I got my period AND i have a math test and english essay coming up. If some parts don't make sense, its on purpose. Reader is disoriented and drunk half the time, the days blur together for her. Lmk what yall think of readers hot girl summer and what you want/think will happen in the next chapter .Sorry for any mistakes! Comments, reblogs and ASKS make my dayyyy and encourage me.

Saint-Tropez wasn’t just a place, it was a playground, a haven for those who didn’t care about consequences or anyone else’s rules.

And you? Well, you were done with rules.

For the last two weeks, you’d been living like this, untouchable, free, and completely lying to your family.

You had told Bruce you were staying with Ariel and her father, which was true, for the first two days anyway.

Ariel's father is a busy man, he couldn't take 2 and a half months off work to babysit two 16 year olds who would do what they wanted anyway. As soon as he left, Ariel began calling your two other close friends, Claire and Rory. Together, all four of you were unstoppable at school though it was an unspoken rule that you and Ariel were the dynamic duo. All four of you stayed in Ariel's ocean front villa, relaxing, tanning, and just getting settled.

God, let's not even start on how drastically everything changed while you were at boarding school and the family found out Tiffany's true colors. They were all so.....protective now. You got calls everyday, from each of your 'siblings' separately, dozens of texts asking you what you ate, who you were with, and what you were doing. You didn't entertain them. The only person you replied to was Bruce, and that's only because you knew if he wanted to, he could call off this whole trip.

You didn't answer Tim's random, vague questions like, "Who's that on your story? Do you know them? Are you sure they're safe to be with?" He was asking about a simple sunset dinner picture you posted with Ariel, so you blocked him. He's way too nosy.

You didn't reply to the groupchat the girls, Barbra, Steph, and Cass added you in called "The girls!!"

What a creative name!

You left after you saw 'Tiffany was removed from this conversation'. Maybe you were being petty but they obviously had this chat before and didn't bother to add you to it before Tiffany was exposed. It was your turn to ignore them.

You definitely didn't reply to Damian's outright threatening messages that he sent almost every other day, they all sounded something along the lines of "You will regret this. You cannot simply leave and run away from your family. Come home or else."

He's such a strange little boy, he spoke and acted like an angry Victorian prince. He texted you like you were close before, like it wasn't him who pushed you away. You were coming back in two months and yet he acted like ran away and changed your name.

Jason, Bruce, and Dick were the most consistent and annoying, in that order exactly.

Jason texted you every morning at 8 and every night 11, like clockwork. His texts were daily updates what he was planning on doing that day, asking you the same, and reminding you that he's sorry and that he loves you. It tugged at your heart not to answer him, and sometimes, you gave in and you could feel the joy in his response when you replied. You and Jason's conversations went like this, on the odd occasion you replied,

"Good morning." - Jason

"How are you? No trouble in paradise I hope."- Jason

"My days gonna be pretty dull today, nothing much except patrol. Might go to that bookstore you used to like." - Jason

Your cold heart would melt when he said things like that and you would reply,

"awww! jason, thats so sweet." and follow with "I'm good!! how bout you??? staying out of trouble?"

Jason was your softest spot and he knew it.

Bruce texted you three times a day. Morning, afternoon, and evening. His messages were dry and authorative, demanding answers. He wanted to know who you were with, what you were doing, if you left the house, and if you were okay. The fatherly care and authority isn't something your used to, it was strange. You weren't sure if you felt cared for or suffocated. You answered Bruce once a day, your tone straight to the point, answering only what he asked, nothing more.

Dick is by far the worst. He texted you constantly, as if trying to make up for 11 years of not texting you at all. He texted you when he woke up, when he slept, when he ate, what he ate, and sent you pictures of everything. Once he sent you a picture of a tiny bird saying it reminded him of you. You nearly blocked him after that, the only reason you didn't was because you liked how desperate he was. Not long ago, it was you spamming him like that. Plus he can be funny most of the time. You don't even want to think of the constant selfies he sent. You only ever replied once.

Dick sent a selfie of him hanging with some of the Titans, you forgot why or what he said along with it, but you do remember seeing Connor Kent shirtless in the background. You giggled and showed Ariel how hot he is. You replied to Dick almost instantly hearting the picture, screen shotting it, and drawing a heart around Connor saying something like, "WHO DAT IN THE BACK????" and "Tell superboy to hmu".

Dick was not happy about that, that was the last group selfie he ever sent. He got more frequent with his texts after that. He must've snitched to Jason because not even five minutes after you got a text from him.

"Remember what I said. No boys, i'll kick his ass." - Jason

You ignored him of course.

The sun beat down in the south of France, but you were far from concerned with the blistering heat. Not when there was a private yacht at your disposal, a poolside filled with strangers and familiar faces alike, and the soundtrack of Drake keeping your pulse racing. You felt the vibration of your phone against your palm for the third time in ten minutes. Another text from Bruce. He was becoming more insistent you answer him the longer you were gone. It's only been two weeks! Another "where are you?" or "be careful." As if you were gonna listen. Or reply to him.

Bruce. The man who'd ignored you for the better part of your life, suddenly acting like a worried father because Tiffany, the perfect sister, had betrayed them all. Tiffany, the adopted daughter who had somehow replaced you in their world. Now, she was the enemy, the traitor, the spy, and she was gone. That meant you had all the freedom you could ever want.

The more you thought about Tiffany the angrier you got. She had everything. How many summers has she spent on yatchs partying? How many times has she blown thousands of Bruce's dollars? Why were you forgiving them so easily? Why were you even listening to him?

Just because he apologized and said he'd change?

Why should you forgive Jason so easily and respect his rules, he ignored you for years and replaced you with Tiffany. The more you drank, the more you thought and the angrier you got. Who do they think they are? You've always been too nice, too obedient, and they're still taking advantage of it. You'd show them, show them what its like to be ignored and forgotten and made fun of.

For the next two months, you were going to ignore them. Bruce and jason included. You've been too nice, too good these two weeks, your friends were begging to party but you didn't want to, you were scared of disappointing them.

You were so angry nothing changed in you that you finally caved and decided to do what Claire and Rory were doing, give your phone to a worker here and have them turn the location on and send updates to Bruce. You still used the same icloud so you could read their messages and make sure they weren't suspicous.

He'd think you were always at the villa or just going into town, they won't know what hit them.

You turn to Ariel and grin, "I'm free. What are we doing tonight?" You were done obeying their rules and living your life for them. Who knows when you'd be alone in Europe with your best friends again.

Ariel hopped off her chair and squealed, her dark skin glowing from the sun, she grabbed you and twirled you around, your giggles echoing through the yacht and drawing Claire and Rory's attention.

Ariel grinned and explained to Rory and Claire, "Little Miss good girl finally came to her senses and went M.I.A with her dad. Now we can finally party! Hot girl summer starts now."

All three girls start squealing and join Ariel in her celebration.

You rolled your eyes feeling guilty, "I told you, you could've gone without me!"

Ariel wrapped her arm around you, "Nonsense, it's not a party without you. Now, come on we gotta go shopping if we're going out tonight. It's lucky that we both have daddy's black cards. It's really lucky that they have Dior, Hermes, and YSL down the street."

You weren't sure how much you spent and the drinks kept you from feeling guilty. Bruce is like, a bajilionaire, what you spent won't make a dent.

Somehow, you ended up on an even bigger yacht filled with guys, in your brand new Dior bikini with a matching bag.

By the time night fell, the yacht was buzzing, the VIP lounge overrun by people who hadn’t even been invited. The bass was so loud you felt it in your bones. You didn’t care. You've never felt so alive.

Your new phone wasn't getting any messages except DMs, and the woman you hired confirming Bruce thought you were sound asleep in the villa.

You can practically taste the summer air as you step onto the deck of the boat, laughing with Ariel and your friends and the others you’ve met along the way. No one cares about where you’ve been, where you’re going, or who your family is.

As the DJ cranks up the volume, a cute guy with long blonde hair catches your eye. You wink at him and saunter over. This summer is all about freedom, and you’re ready for it. His hands are already on your waist, pulling you close, and suddenly you’re lost in the rhythm, spinning and laughing, his lips brushing against your ear.

The night wears on, you drink more, laugh louder, flirt harder. The yacht turns into a blur of lights, drinks, and music. As midnight rolls around, the party shows no signs of slowing. You could stay here forever, with no rules but your own.

But then it happens. You wake up in a completely different city.

London.

You’re sprawled on a plush couch in a ridiculously luxurious flat, a half-empty bottle of champagne next to you. The room smells like expensive perfume, and the decor is all sleek lines and minimalist chic. You sit up slowly, your head pounding from last night.

You sit up straighter, rubbing your eyes.You vaguely remember a private jet, but it’s all blurry. One moment, you were on the deck of the yacht, living it up, and the next, you're waking up in an entirely new country.

You look around the room in panic and spot Ariel sleeping on the couch and a random guy, butt naked on the floor next to her. You sigh in relief at Ariel being okay and the fact you weren't kidnapped.

There’s a knock at the room door, and when you answer, it's a random guy from last night, British accent, disheveled hair, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He grins at you sheepishly. “Hey, you good?”

You, Ariel, the naked boy named Christian, and the Brit named Thomas, have breakfast and exchange stories of what you remember from last night. It was fun, but you and Ariel flew back to St. Tropez where a jealous Claire and a worried Rory were waiting.

Last night was fun, but it couldn't happen again. It was dangerous and if anything happened Bruce wouldn't know.

Except it did happen again, and again, all summer long.

The next weeks were a blur, Venice, Monaco, and Madrid, with stops in Dubai and Los Angeles along the way. Each city more vibrant and intoxicating than the last. Every place you went, you had the freedom to be whoever you wanted to be. There was always a fresh crop of people, and you reveled in not having to answer to anyone. No father, no brothers, no sisters, just you and your friends against the world.

You and Ariel lived your lives like you were gonna die tomorrow. You were unstoppable, no family, no rules, no responsibility. Your abilities weren't acting up at all, everything was perfect. Bruce and the family were off your back, being made to think you were at the villa all day.

The “No Boys Rule” was completely disregarded, though. It seemed that whenever you let your guard down for just a moment, you’d end up surrounded by someone new. Whether it was a guy from a club in Monaco or a guy you met on a private yacht in Venice, you were always finding someone new

Despite all the parties, the alcohol, and the private Instagram posts, and funny Tik Toks, there was still a growing sense that you weren’t living this life for you, you were living it for the rebellion, to spite Bruce.

It wasn’t just about freedom anymore. It was about finally being seen, even if that meant drifting away from everyone you once called family.

You only had one month left of absolute freedom, and you were gonna make the most of it. With Ariel, Rory, and Claire by your side, you partied in just about every city.

The final month of your wild European escapade had arrived, and things were only getting wilder.

The clock had no meaning anymore. Days and nights blended into each other as you danced from one city to the next, your world a whirlwind of music, champagne, and endless laughter. Ariel, Rory, and Claire had become your partners in crime, literally when you got arrested, but thats not important.

Each morning you woke up in a new place, groggy and confused, only to remember the night before—flashing lights, pounding beats, and the promise of more. Cannes, Monte Carlo, Paris, or Dubai, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the freedom you’d found in them, and in yourself. You were more than the neglected, ignored girl from Gotham; now, you were the life of the party.

there was always someone waiting to whisk you away to the next nightclub, the next gala, the next beach party where the world’s richest men tried to get your attention.

First, it was Paris. You could feel the eyes on you as soon as you entered the hotel lobby. The air smelled of expensive perfume, freshly polished marble, and the faintest trace of guilt, because in some corner of your mind, you could still hear Bruce’s voice echoing in your ears. But it quickly faded as the first private yacht rolled up to the dock. The deck was crowded with Parisian socialites and half-drunk billionaires, but it wasn’t about the crowd, it was about the feeling of being wanted. Being worshipped.

It was in Paris that you really started feeling the distance between you and the life you’d left behind. The champagne flowed easily, the laughter came effortlessly, but there was an ache you hadn’t anticipated. A pang that struck at the edges of your satisfaction, the kind you couldn’t drink away.

You thought about Bruce. His pleading words, his desperation, and how, for a moment, you almost felt sorry for him. But only for a moment. You couldn’t let him win. Couldn’t let them see that you’d needed them. Because that would mean giving up everything you had now, the freedom, the endless nights, the city hopping, the boys who adored you.

You let it all sink in, just for a second, how much control you had over them now. How much they wanted you back, how much they needed you back. It felt good, knowing that you could walk away and have them chase after you, like you used to chase them.

Maybe it was the brief, fleeting moments when you thought about Gotham, about Bruce, about your family, and how none of it felt real anymore. They’d played their games, ignored you, and now it was your turn.

Meanwhile, your phone was a constant buzz of messages. Tim had sent at least five texts, each one more urgent than the last. Jason called twice, his voice sharp and filled with that annoying overprotectiveness he just developed. And Bruce… well, Bruce sent you one long, pleading message, something about understanding, about giving him another chance, and answering his calls. You didn’t even bother reading it all. You didn’t need to. You didn’t care enough to respond.

You had no intention of being tied down by anyone, but when a French prince with dark, tousled hair and eyes that burned through your soul offered you a glass of champagne and a seat next to him, you took it.

You didn’t even have to look for him, he found you. He was the one with the perfect jawline, the one who could be a model if he wasn’t already a prince. His eyes, blue locked onto yours the second you entered the VIP area. A raised brow, a subtle smirk, and you knew that for tonight, he was yours.

You didn’t speak much. He didn’t ask questions, and that was the kind of energy you craved. A few words, some flirting, fleeting touches, and then you were in his Lambo, the leather seats smooth under your skin as the city sped by. He went as fast as you wanted, loving the thrill and impressed look in your eyes.

The thrill was intoxicating, the feeling of being someone else, someone free. The kind of person who didn’t have to answer to anyone. A few hours later, you were standing on a balcony, watching the sunrise, your lips tingling from the kiss he’d stolen.

Your mind was a haze of laughter and the aftertaste of expensive whiskey. The view of the French Riviera was far too beautiful to appreciate right now, and your thoughts wandered back to Gotham, to the family you’d abandoned, the ones who had never cared for you.

But as the days wore on, it was harder to ignore the hollow feeling creeping in. The message from Dick, the one where he told you that he loved you, stayed in your mind longer than it should have. You told yourself it didn’t matter. You didn’t owe him anything. But you couldn’t help but wonder, just for a second, what it would have been like if things were different.

You turned away from those thoughts quickly. You couldn’t afford to get attached. Not now. Not when you were on the verge of something bigger. The freedom you had now was everything you wanted. No one could take that from you.

You couldn’t let them control you. You wouldn’t let them.

You and Ariel were inseparable now, pulling Claire and Rory into your whirlwind of recklessness. You all had your roles, Ariel was the carefree partier, Claire the quiet one who always managed to keep ya'll out of trouble, and Rory was the one always ready with a camera and a new Tik Tok idea. You were the star, the one they all gravitated toward.

Each day was a new city, a new set of challenges, a new set of eyes who wanted to be close to you. You knew the game, knew how to play it. You knew how to keep them guessing, how to make them want you more.

So, you danced. You partied. You lived in the moment and let your life spiral further from Gotham’s grasp.

From there, it was off to the next city.

Las Vegas; Sin City, there was no place like it. You couldn’t even remember how you got there, your mind fuzzy with a mix of adrenaline and whatever was in that last glass of tequila. The strip was lit up like daylight, people everywhere, the air thick with smoke and the sound of slot machines ringing through the night.

You woke up in a penthouse suite that could have been mistaken for an entire floor of the Bellagio, the morning sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. And there he was, a prince. The same French prince, draped in a robe embroidered with gold thread, a fresh glass of mimosas on the table beside him. He was smirking, lounging on the couch like this was all part of his daily routine. You couldn’t even remember how you got to the suite. What had happened between the bar and now? You didn’t care.

He didn’t seem to care either, his hand casually tracing the rim of his glass, his eyes never leaving you. You laughed, feeling the surrealness of it all wash over you, the weight of your last 48 hours in Ibiza and Monaco still fresh on your skin. One minute, you were dancing at a celebrity’s secret after-party in Monaco, and the next, you were here, on the other side of the world with some mysterious prince who had probably already forgotten your name.

The rest of the night was spent taking private jet rides to exclusive clubs, partying with people whose names you couldn’t even pronounce, and waking up to the flashing lights of a casino floor. Vegas was the kind of place where everything felt fake, but that didn’t matter. You really are Brucie Wayne's daughter.

Next stop, Ibiza, the heart of Europe’s clubbing scene. Ariel and you slipped into the club, stepping past the velvet ropes like it was second nature. The security guard practically bowed as you walked by. The crowd parted for you, the clinking of champagne glasses and the hum of expensive conversations filling the air.

This was where you belonged. The heat of the island, the night that stretched into forever. You and Ariel danced on top of the table at Pacha, popping bottles like they were nothing, the music vibrating in your bones, the crowd chanting your name like you were the star of the show. It was your second night there, and you had already met a Spanish duke who was more interested in buying you a yacht than actually getting to know you. There was white powder everywhere, tempting you to try but you didn't give in. Who knows what could be in it. Your friends and most people at the club didn't share the same idea.

You just wanted to enjoy the view and keep the party going but you were worried, maybe this was too much.

“we’ve got to live for the moment,” Ariel grinned, taking a shot of something that made her eyes water. “Who cares if we’re in a foreign country surrounded by dangerous people? It’s the best kind of chaos. When else are we gonna do this?”

Somehow you ended up on a private yacht again, this time surrounded by Ibiza’s elite. You weren’t sure how many shots of tequila you’d had, but you knew that the man at your side had given you a diamond bracelet to match your dress. You accepted with a grin asking him to put it on for you, your hair wild, your makeup smudged from hours of dancing, but it didn’t matter. You were untouchable.

It was getting close to 3 AM, and the music hadn’t stopped. The drinks kept flowing, and the Duke’s yacht you somehow ended up on was finally leaving the dock. You couldn’t remember how you ended up on the boat, but you were there now, floating on a million-dollar boat with peopl you’d only seen on TV. One of the men from the night before was already making eye contact, his glass of sangria in hand.

It was hard to be shy in a setting like this. Rory, who’d never been afraid of attention, was deep in conversation with a couple of supermodels who were likely on their third or fourth drink. Claire was wrapped up in a flirtation with the duke who owned this yacht, and Arie was in her own world, laughing with a group of guys who were definitely not short on cash.

The next morning, you woke up on the yacht, the sun blazing over the Mediterranean. You stretched lazily, your body still buzzing from the night before, and found yourself face-to-face with the man from last night.

He smirked, “Care for another round?” he asked, his accent thick, the sound of the waves crashing against the boat providing an oddly peaceful background.

You laughed and agreed. It was all so easy, this life. This endless, carefree abandon. No rules, no family to answer to, no obligations. It was just you, your friends, and a bunch of gorgeous strangers who only saw you for the party girl you had become. And for now, that was enough.

Next, Monaco, the grandest of them all. You didn’t just go to Monaco, you ruled it. You, Ariel, Claire and Rory crashing the most exclusive gala in the world; rich industrialists, F1 drivers ,tech moguls, the faces that appeared on the front of every magazine. But to you, it was just another game to play. Every conversation was a carefully curated performance, everyone vying for your attention, for your approval.

The days blurred together. Each city more beautiful, each party more decadent than the last. Monaco was wild, filled with the world’s elite and their very bored children. The private yacht parties were nothing short of a movie set, jet skis, champagne, drugs, and the sun beating down relentlessly. The thrill of it all never left, and every night you found a new billionaire, actor, or race car driver to distract you. It wasn’t about them, not really, it was about keeping the power in your hands, it was about feeling good. Taking away the pain that came with your powers, fortunately, men were jumping into your bed.

You didn’t even have to try. One wink, one smile, and suddenly you were in a Bentley, whisked away to a private after-party in a hidden corner of Monaco’s coastline. The prince of some oil-rich kingdom was at your side, and the night was long, filled with laughter and stolen kisses under the stars. You didn’t care what his name was, where he came from, or who he was, he was just another prince who could buy you anything you wanted.

You met guy, almost as rich as Bruce, who you beat at poker, he was more than happy to throw a yacht party in your honor. The invitation was clear: “Come party with us. No rules. No limits.”

Ariel had already decided to make a game of seeing how many men she could flirt before sunset, while Rory was doing her usual thing, charming people with her wit. You, on the other hand, had become the center of attention, as if the whole event was designed around you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a conversation that didn’t involve someone trying to buy you a drink, or a private island.

As the weeks stretched on, you could barely keep track of all the cities you had visited. You spent one night in Berlin, dancing until dawn in one of the city’s most infamous clubs. The next, you were in Milan, draped in designer clothing and laughing with the most influential fashion people in the world. Every day felt like a new chapter, filled with new people, new parties, and a new sense of power.

It was intoxicating. Everyone loved you here, you were the life of every party. You had so many friends, you'd never be alone again.

There was something so exhilarating about being surrounded by people who knew your last name, who were used to rubbing elbows with people like Bruce Wayne, but didn’t realize you were his daughter.

You felt it in your bones now, the distance between you and Gotham was growing wider. The weight of the past, the guilt that had once threatened to crush you, was nothing more than a distant memory. Each city, each new face, each new party was a reminder that you didn’t need them. You didn’t need anyone.

But deep down, something shifted. Maybe it was the late-night conversations with Ariel on the balcony of a villa in Santorini, the wine flowing freely as you discussed the future, her dreams, your dreams, how you’d never go back to the way things were. Maybe it was the quiet moments alone on the edge of some private infinity pool, staring out at a horizon that seemed endless and just… empty.

You didn’t know when you started to feel it, but you knew one thing for sure: when you finally did come back to Gotham, you weren’t going to be the same person who had left.

The Final Stop, St. Tropez. You did a full circle. Your last hurrah before you returned home, or where your family assumed you were all this time. The private beach parties, the yachts that lined the harbor, the whispers of billionaires in their private jets. You danced in the sand, surrounded by flashes from cameras and jealous glares from women who had no idea who you were, but wanted to be you all the same.

A private villa awaited you, and there, amidst the most extravagant décor, you found yourself facing yet another prince, yet another man eager to claim you as his own.

You turned to find a prince—probably from denmark—standing next to you. You immediately recognized his face from magazines. He was the one who was always pictured at galas with his equally famous family. He was beautiful, dark-haired and dangerous, with a body like chiseled stone. But the only thing you could think about was how long it would take before you got bored of him, before you moved on to the next.

His thick accented voice cut through your thoughts, "Well, if it isn't the infamous party girl." He smirked eyeing you up and down.

"Oh, so you've heard of me" You said smiling. You had no idea how he knew you, all your socials were private and theres no way you had mutual friends. You froze for a second, just how far has your reputation proceeded you, did Bruce hear?

You brushed the thought away as soon as it came, Bruce didn't exist. Not tonight, your last actual night of freedom. Not when you were boarding the flight to gotham after tomorrow.

"Hard not to. You've been everywhere. Paris, London, Ibiza, Monaco, Dubai, Vegas. You're practically the princess of Europe." He grinned leaning closer.

After two months you were finally starting to feel the rush of it all catching up to you. But for now? Who cared? You were a 16-year-old filled with confidence, chaos, and fun. The world was yours, and there was no one who could stop you, least of all, your father, who were still clueless about your whereabouts and secretly obsessing over your every move. You were too busy living in the moment to care about that.

You were officially the European Party Girl, the one everyone wanted to be friends with, the one they all wanted to take selfies with.

Ariel once called you a prince magnet, she wasn't wrong. You woke up next to him the next morning, his strong arms around your waist.

When you went back to Gotham, you weren’t just going to show up. You were going to treat them like they treated you all these years, you were going to laugh in their faces, ignore them like they ignored you.

As you and Ariel spent your last night together packing, you couldn't help but smile. In these two months with her, you lived more than you had in your entire life.

When you boarded the plane back to Gotham, you were different. You were someone new, someone who had tasted freedom and wasn’t sure if she could ever go back. The Waynes had no idea what was coming for them, but you were ready. The game had shifted, and you were about to play it all the way to the end.

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pairing ✭ bf!mingi x afab!reader

synopsis ✭ facesitting w/ pinkgi

content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI

word count ✭ 853

note ✭ the voices won

warnings ✭ none really. a lot of talk about thighs (mingi loves thighs 🙂‍↕️), facesitting, multiple orgasms, ambiguous ending

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Mingi loved staying over at your place. He loved seeing the little items you had on your shelves that showed off your personality and interests. He loved lounging in your bed, breathing in your distinct scent from your sheets. And he fucking loved watching you walk out of the bathroom with damp hair and your body wrapped in a fluffy towel. Your skin, still slightly damp, reflecting the dim light from the lamp on your nightstand.

He watched from your bed as you rummaged through the dresser looking for a sleep shirt, shamelessly palming his dick through his sweats and biting his lip when you dropped the towel to slip the shirt over your head. 

When you moved over to the nightstand to grab underwear, he rolled from the middle of the bed to your side, swinging his legs off the edge.

Before you could even grab a pair of panties though, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you between his legs. 

“Hi,” you giggled at his eager attitude.

He hummed, “Hi baby.” His fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

You ran a hand through his hair, freshly dyed. “I like the new color.”

“Yeah?” He looked up at you with big eyes, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Well, I like you in any color,” His eyelids fluttered when you scratched his scalp, “But pink does suit you really well.”

“Thank you,” He was no longer looking up into your eye, though. You watched as he admired your thighs. Palming at them and massaging them with his hands.

You smiled and bit your lip, “Mingi.”

He only gave you a little hum of acknowledgement.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course.”

“Will you let me sit on your face?”

That caught his attention. He brought his eye back to yours. “Really?”

You nodded.

“Fuuuck, baby,” He groaned, “Yeah. Please.”

—--

Being between your thighs was a fucking dream. In fact from the moment he took you out on your first date, he couldn’t help but imagine himself between those thighs. The way they’d looked under that black miny dress had his mind spinning.

He just never thought you’d ask him for this. He’d dreamt about it over and over and over again, but absolutely nothing could compare to the way you dripped all over his mouth and chin. You tasted fucking heavenly on his tongue.

The groan he let out when you pulled at his pink strands pulsed through you, causing you to whimper and grind down harder on his face. 

Even when you tried to lift yourself up off of him to give him a breath, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you back down. Your control over your legs dwindled as he kept pleasuring you with his tongue. He took full advantage of that and held you in place so he could have full uninterrupted access to your pussy. 

He fucking loved how vocal you were too. Whining and begging for more. Not even fully aware of what sounds came out of your mouth. He had you on his face for so long that you lost control of your words. Just needlessly begging for yet another orgasm. 

Neither of you knew how many times you’d come, but he fucking died every time your legs clenched up as squeezed his head as you came. And then you’d fall back onto his mouth where his tongue was waiting to toy with your swollen clit. 

And he’d do it over and over again. Your pleasure was his pleasure. Every whimper you made went straight through his ear and to his dick. And every time you came he got closer and closer to heaven. And each time he got closer the less controlled he became. He went from meticulously switching between sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue to aimlessly grinding you over his face hoping that you’d come all over him (and you did).

For one last orgasm, he brought a thumb to your clit, so desperately rubbing your clit one final time. When you came, your thighs engulfed his head, pressing his ears and nearly crushing his skull. After you’d ridden his tongue through your high, you sat back on his chest, holding yourself up slightly with a hand beside his head.

Both of your breaths were heavy and erratic. Trying to make up for the loss of oxygen on both sides. 

“I think–fuck,” He still could hardly breath, “Shit.” He reached a hand behind you and palmed his, now softening, dick. 

“Holy shit,” you laughed breathlessly, “You came untouched.”

He nodded. “I don’t think you understand how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Yeah?” You teased, “So, if I asked you for another round tomorrow, you wouldn’t be opposed?”

“Fuck baby,” he groaned. “Not at all.”

“Ok, perfect. Because there’s something else I wanna try.”

He bit his lip at the suspense, but, fuck, he’d let you do anything you ever wanted to him. So it didn’t matter what little ideas you had floating in your head. He was ready for all of them.

[logansdoll]

ivy, l. howlett (3)

you and Scott go after Rogue and Wolverine... but when you return, a familiar face shows up on your doorstep.

CW: canon typical violence, gore, guns, mutation, profanity, innuendos, mature themes, mentions of sex, y/n is very poison ivy-esque, jean grey exists but is not present, etc.

"You look around. I'll check the ticket agent," you told Scott, heading toward the booth.

He gave you a stiff nod, quietly glancing around for any sign of Magneto's disciples.

It didn't come as a surprise when Rogue ran away the next day—and it came as an even less of one when Logan went off after her, despite the professor's instructions.

So you and Scott set off to Grand Central Station in search of the two before they could be taken hostage.

Of course, Scott was less than happy to be there.

Just another mess of Logan's for him to clean up...

'Big baby...'

You were quick to explain the situation once you finally made it to the front of the line.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but I need to know if you've seen a young girl pass through here?" you asked, sincerely. 

You just wanted Rogue to be safe.

Scott could get pissy about Logan stealing his bike or going against direction, but at the end of the day she was the priority.

And you weren't going to stop until you found her.

Lord knows you were just like her about ten years ago.

"She's about seventeen. Uh, my height. Has brown hair, and she—"

A loud growl suddenly rumbled from behind, and you turned around, only to be grabbed by the neck and hoisted up by a huge, hairy, blonde man whose nails needed serious trimming.

"Sabretooth... I take it?" you rasped, your hands coming up to grab at his in an attempt to pull him off.

But he let out a roar, roughly pulling you closer, his hot breath fanning over your face.

"Scream for me," he snarled.

Looking past him, you saw Scott storming over, about to help, when a yellow skinned man hanging off the ceiling suddenly stuck out his long tongue, whipping Scott's glasses of his face and forcing him to burn a gigantic hole into the roof.

Using the seeds in your pocket, you shot out a gigantic stalk of bamboo, ramming him through a wall and into the next room, sending rubble flying everywhere.

Dropping to the ground, you let out a gasp of relief, clutching your throat.

'This is day two... I get choked again... someone's dying.'

"You said he wanted me," Logan glared, aggressively grabbing his jacket.

"I made a terrible mistake," Xavier admitted, thoroughly disappointed in himself. "His helmet was somehow designed to block my telepathy. I couldn't see what he was after until it was too late."

Face taut, Logan stormed toward the exit of his room, shoving his arm through the sleeve.

"Where are you going?" you asked, brows furrowed.

"I'm gonna find her."

"How?" Xavier turned to him.

"The traditional way: look," he spat, striding out the the door.

Quickly, you turned to the professor, and he gave you a nod of approval, already aware of your question.

Though, if you were being honest, you would've done it anyway.

"Logan," you called, following him out the hall and down the steps. "You can't do this alone."

"Who's gonna help me? You?" he scoffed, eyes focused ahead as he started toward the exit. "So far you've all done a bang-up job."

"Then help us. Fight with us," you pressed on, closing in on him.

Suddenly, he stopped, turning around so fast you nearly crashed into his chest.

"Fight with you?" he growled, voice low and face only a few inches from yours. "What, join the team? Be an X-man?"

You stood firm despite his mockery, eyes searching his for what he truly felt.

Yet all you found was pain, guilt, and self-loathing.

He blamed himself for Rogue's kidnapping, and was lashing out from a place of hurt.

So you wouldn't take it personal.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You're a mutant. The whole world out there is full of people that hate and fear you. And you're wasting your time tryna protect them," he shook his head. "I got better things to do."

He walked off again, but suddenly stopped, turning to face you once more.

"Y'know, Magneto's right. There's a war coming," he stated. "Are you sure you're on the right side?"

"At least I've chosen a side."

The words slightly stung, and he gave you a look as he opened the door, only to be met by Senator Kelly.

The driving force of the Mutant Registration Program.

Only now he looked like shit, sweaty and clammy and out of breath.

"I'm looking... for Dr. (y/n) (l/n)," he panted, weakly.

Suddenly, his legs gave out, and he fell forward into Logan's arms, unconscious.

"Bring him to my lab. Quick," you ordered, turning around and heading for the lower levels.

'Never a dull moment...'

"Senator Kelly," Xavier started, leaning a little closer, "I'm Professor Charles Xavier."

The senator was laying on your operating table, hooked up to several machines in order to keep his condition stable.

Though it was truly anything but that.

"I was afraid if I went to a hospital, they would—" "Treat you like a mutant?"

The professor shook his head, reassuringly.

"We're not all what you think... not all of us."

"Tell it to the ones who did this to me."

Xavier sighed, wheeling his chair around to the tip of the table, where Kelly's head rested.

"Senator," the professor rested his hands against the man's temples. "I want you to relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

He took a moment, sifting through Kelly's memories to find out exactly what happened.

And when he did, it was evident on Charles's face that it did not bode well.

Quickly, he turned around, Logan following him down the hall where Scott and Ororo waited, while you stayed with the senator.

In the meeting...

"The machine emits radiation that triggers mutation in ordinary human beings," he started, the news thoroughly worrying him. "But the mutation is unnatural. (y/n)'s already deduced Kelly's body is rejecting it. His cells show signs of significant degeneration."

"What effect does radiation have on mutants?" Scott asked, turning to the professor.

"There appears to be none. But I fear it will seriously harm any normal person exposed to it," he answered.

"So what does Magneto want with Rogue?" Logan chimed from his spot against the wall.

Xavier hung his head, "I don't know."

That was all he needed to hear.

Logan didn't give a shit about some senator—Kelly made it abundantly clear he didn't give a shit about mutants—so he wasn't gonna sit around and play doctor for him.

One less human to worry about.

"Wait a second," Scott realized. "You said this machine draws energy from Magneto, and that it weakened him."

"Yes," the professor confirmed, slowly beginning to realize. "In fact, it nearly killed him."

Wait a minute...

'Oh, shit.'

"He's gonna transfer his power to Rogue, and use her to power the machine."

In the lab...

"Is somebody there?" Senator Kelly rasped, his hand weakly reaching out toward the darkness.

"Yes," you answered, quickly heading over. "I'm here."

The moment you arrived at his bedside, his cold, clammy hand grabbed your arm, frantically.

"Please don't leave me," he heaved, pleadingly. "Don't wanna be alone."

You looked down at him, eyes saddened by his sorry state.

His veins were dark and bulging painfully against his skin, and he was covered in an ungodly amount of sweat.

Or, at least, what you thought to be sweat.

Though you were quickly starting to realize that he was liquefying right before your eyes.

"All right," you nodded, softly.

Water was leaving him at a steady trickle, and you knew he had only a few minutes, if not moments, left to live.

"Do you hate normal people?" he suddenly asked, voice distant.

And for a man on his deathbed, you answered honestly.

"Sometimes..."

"Why?"

Now that took a little more thought.

"I guess... I'm afraid of them."

He smiled, reassuringly, "Well... I think you have one... less person to be afraid of."

And before you could respond, he gasped, suddenly choking on his own throat as it began to turn into water.

Your eyes shot wide, and you looked down at his hand, only to liquidize right in your grasp, splashing water everywhere.

Snapping your head back to him, you watched as the rest of his organs and bodily fluids devolved into water, until it all finally burst, leaving nothing of him to remain.

'Professor! Now!'

Quickly, you turned around, sprinting out the door and down the hall toward where they were having their meeting.

Once you made it to the door, you barged in, interrupting a Logan-Scott argument.

"Senator Kelly is dead," you stated, seriously.

"I am going to find her," Xavier turned to the rest of you, face taut.

All bets were off now—there was no holding back.

"Let's settle this."

[anastasiabowe]

“…ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ.”

Aomine was playing basketball with random people at the basketball courts down the block from his house. You were walking with friends, when you saw him dominating them all.

You gasp and run to the tall fence that surrounded the court.

“Aominichi!” Your pretty voice called out to him. Your friends giggling at the other men who were shirtless and sweaty.

He looked back at you and his energy was… off, but you obviously didn’t notice!

You ran around to where the fence gate was, and your friends followed in awkwardness. You ran to the bench where his stuff was, and he walked over to you, looking a bit annoyed.

“Can you not be here right now…” he looked off to his left and it seems like he was a bit embarrassed you were here.

“I wanna watch you play!” Your bright smile beamed at him, his gloomy cloud not faltering around his head.

“I kinda came here to play to get my mind of things, and you are kind of not helping.”

“Well, I promise I won’t say anything!” Your voice was getting whinier, babier, and he wanted to yell at you so you can take a hint.

“Please, just go do something else away from me.” His voice didn’t sound so cautious anymore, he sounded mean.

“But aomi-“

“Y/n, can you ever just get the fucking hint? Right now I don’t want to hang out with you, I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to see you!” His voice raised, and your friends looked at him in annoyance.

Your friend tizzy understood him, but understood you more so she helped you up and walked you away, your other friend Kira glared at him.

“Still got a small dick I see,” She spat and looked him up and down. “Fucking bitch.” She walked away towards you both and you were now holding back tears.

Aomine pinched his bridge and turned back to the game. Everyone looked a bit upset at him, not a single person in the mood to play the fun game they were before.

“What?” He annoyingly asked them.

“Who talks to their girl like that? Especially a cute one?” One said.

“Yeah dude, you’re lucky you have a girl that wants to spend time with you.” Another said.

“Would hate to date someone like you.” One whispered.

“Right.” Another agreed.

Aomine rolled his eyes, but truly, he knows they’re right.

“Y/n, please stop crying! He’s probably just in some mood!” Tizzy rubbed your back at a bench far far far from the basketball court.

“He-he’s always in ‘some mood’!” I wiped my eyes, and Kira looked like she was about to kill someone.

“He’s such a dick! You are such a great person, and he is basically using you. I think you should have dated Kagami or some rival of his.” Kira angrily said.

“No, I-I love Aominichi!” My tears finally drying up.

Kira cringed. “He doesn’t deserve to be called ‘Aominichi’,” she mocked in a Whitney voice, not mocking you though.

“Thanks guys, I-i think I wanna go home for now.” I softly said, standing up.

“Do you want us to hang with you, or do you want some alone time?” Tizzy offered.

“I just wanna play with Loki and be alone.” I smiled. They hugged me and we parted ways.

I had walked down to the train and got on. My phone dinged and I looked at it.

Aominichi💗: Hey, can we talk?

I opened the message and closed it, I wanted him to know I read his message but don’t care. Yeah, it hurt to do that, I love talking with him, but again, like many times, he hurt me and I can’t give in to that!

Another ding.

Aominichi💗: come on Y/n don’t ignore me😒

I opened it again and closed it.

I finally reached my house, and outside was Aomine.

“Shit.” I groaned to myself. I walked through my gate and right part him, I didn’t even give him a glance. I opened my door and tried to shut it, but he pushed it open.

“Y/n, talk to me.” He sounded irritated. Good.

“I have nothing to say to you, Aomine.” The name you gave him struck his heart. Yeah it’s his name, but you’ve never, no matter how upset you were, you never called him by his actual name.

“Y/n, come on-“

“I have nothing to say to you.” I grabbed Loki and sat on my couch. The white cat glared at Aomine, knowing he did something wrong.

Aomine stood there like “🧍🏻”.

I looked at him, heart hurting. I’m not a cold person, this kills me more than it kills him.

“I’m sorry,” He finally said. I looked at him and wanted to hug him, but no. “You know how I get!”

“Mhm.” At this point my cold facade was faltering, tears burning at the back of my eyes. My throat was starting to close and tense.

He walked over to me and got on his knees.

“I love you so much, please forgive me.” His hands clasped together and his eyes wide.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t treat me so bad.” A pout formed on my face, slowly giving into his apology.

“I know, I’ll work on it.”

After looking at him, seeing him on his knees asking for forgiveness was not like him, so I guess I could forgive him.

“Alright, I forgive you.” I smiled and his face lit up, but then a smug look appeared on his face.

“Yep. Don’t think I’m getting on my knees for you ever again.” He hopped on his feet and leaned over to kiss me.

“But seriously, I’ll work on my attitude.”

“I know you will.” I smiled and he rolled his eyes.

“Also never call me Aomine again. Doesn’t sound right coming from you.” His face cringed at his own name.

“Yeah, yeah, you big baby.”

[sircantus]

Techno had been exploring a cave system with Phil when he felt it.

A rumbling vibration traveling through the rock too deep for humans and several types hybrids to sense.

It took Techno a moment to realize what it meant. And when he did…

“Move!” Techno roared. “Back to the surface! Now!”

Phil startled at the unexpected shout, but they’d known each other for too long to hesitate even if the danger was unknown.

Phil sprinted back the way they had come, Techno only a few paces behind him.

Phil held a torch aloft, and Techno a sword. Techno banished the sword to his inventory as he ran, but had no time to do the same for the pickaxe strapped to his belt.

As they ran, the rumbling increased in volume and intensity, there was no way anyone could miss it now.

How far was it to the exit? How deep had they been?

The cave had started to show deep slate, so perhaps sixty blocks below the surface.

That didn’t account for how far they’d travelled in any other direction, though.

They had entered the cave from a deep fissure in the earth, traveling into the cave network from there.

They were near halfway back when Techno heard the rock breaking above their heads. Diving forwards, Techno shoved Phil as far as he could.

A flash of pain in Techno’s abdomen as he hit the ground was quickly buried by the stone that slammed into his back, crushing force pinning him to the floor in a shower of dust and smaller rocks. The impact knocked the breath out of him and Techno wheezed, gasping at the stone dust filled air for breath.

The cave had collapsed, blocking off the direction the pair had just run from completely, catching Techno on the edge of the newly formed barrier.

“Techno?” Phil must have come to check on him while Techno was still regaining his breath. Phil had set his torch down near Techno as he checked his pulse.

“Mate, can you hear me?”

Techno’s response was a wheezing cough.

“Okay, okay, can’t talk?” Phil had grabbed the torch again, and lifted Techno’s chin, holding it close to one of Techno’s eyes, then the other before settling the torch aside.

Next Philza grabbed one of Techno’s hands.

“Can you squeeze my hand?”

Techno squeezed it.

“Squeeze once for yes, twice for no.”

Techno squeezed Phil’s hand again.

“Are you bleeding anywhere? Can you tell?”

Phil must not be able to see most of Techno what with him being covered in stone at the moment.

One squeeze. Yes.

The pickaxe attached to Techno’s belt felt like it had decided to introduce itself to his intestines, so he was most definitely bleeding from it.

“Alright don’t worry mate, we’ll get you out. If I move enough of this we should be able to get you walking.”

Two squeezes. No.

Philza frowned. “Why no? Wait, are your legs hurt?”

Techno- couldn’t actually feel his legs. Or his hips. And he really hoped that wasn’t a spine injury, but it probably was. He wasn’t sure how to tell Phil that, though, so-

Yes. One squeeze.

There was no way Phil would be able to get Techno out of here on his own. Cave-ins like this were dangerous enough on their own, but the first one had been caused by an earthquake, and there could still be aftershocks.

Here with Techno was just about the most dangerous place Phil could be right now. Techno had to convince him to leave.

He gathered his breath.

“Go.”

“What? Techno, no- I can’t leave you!”

Techno tried again.

“Go. H’lp.”

“Oh.” Phil said, looking to study the stone above Techno, “This is definitely a two person job, maybe three. I can ask Niki or Ranboo-“

A pause.

“Promise me you won’t leave me.”

Techno couldn’t suppress a snort of amusement.

Techno couldn’t go anywhere, he was trapped under a literal ton of stone.

But he knew what Phil meant.

“Pr’mse.” Techno managed to get out, knowing it was probably a lie as he said it.

But Techno needed Phil to leave, to be safe.

Techno gave Phil’s hand one last squeeze, and he hoped Phil knew what it meant.

For you, the world.

And then Phil was running towards the cave entrance on his way to get help.

~~~

It was only a few minutes after Phil left that Techno felt the rumbling start again.

The aftershock caused a second collapse, sending rocks falling down on Techno’s shoulders, arms and head. At least one rock must have made its mark against his skull, because Techno’s awareness missed the rest of the rockfall.

When he came back to consciousness, it was with the weight of stone pushing in all around him, pressing him to the floor. It was oddly comfortable. Techno could still feel the pickaxe in his belly, shifting slightly every time he breathed, but now the feeling was only strange, not painful.

Part of him was aware that it probably wasn’t a good sign to be devoid of any pain, but he already knew how things would end when he sent Phil away, so really the lack of pain was a nice bonus.

The torch Phil had left with Techno must have gone out in the second collapse, because Techno couldn’t see anything.

There was nothing for Techno to do except think. Had Phil made it out? He should have had enough time if the rest of the tunnel was unobstructed, and he could probably fly out of the fissure that was the entrance.

Techno really hoped Phil made it out.

It felt like the debris on top of Techno was slowly increasing in weight, or maybe Techno’s strength was failing. Either way, it was getting harder and harder to draw a full breath.

Techno concentrated on that now, on getting from one shallow breath to the next. How much time had passed? He didn’t know. Everything seemed muddled and far away.

“Thank you.” A voice said, cutting through the nothingness that surrounded Techno and filling it. “You kept my husband safe.”

Techno had never heard the voice before, but he knew who it must belong to. Knew even in his soul as surely all things did. Kristin. And if she was here that meant-

Techno hadn’t noticed before, but he now realized that he wasn’t breathing, and he couldn’t feel his heartbeat inside his chest. He didn’t think he had a body anymore, but he could feel Kristin holding him.

“Do you want to watch over my husband with me?”

Techno did. Phil had no sense of self preservation and could use all the help he could get. And Techno had told Phil that he wouldn’t leave him just yet.

“Well then, let’s be off.”

OH MY GOD?? (DEVESTATED) OH MY GOD!! (Delighted)

I adore this. Its painful but i adore it, especially since theres Kristin showing up ten out of ten im absolutely thrilled to have had read this

[imaginespazzi]

NIVI!! Give us your postgame thoughts on Ole Miss!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING MY LOVIES! I am thankful for that fact that I found a stream that worked last night and got to watch this game even though that 3rd quarter took years off of my life.

AZZI. FUDD. I don't think I can even begin to explain in words just how proud I am of her. Everyone has been saying that it's only a matter of time before Azzi starts to contribute (not that she didn't contribute in the Oregon State game) but Azzi didn't just contribute last night; was definitely the biggest (not the only of course) reason we won. It was a one-possession game and momentum was without a doubt on Ole Miss's side and Azzi said fuck all of that and gave UConn an 8-pt cushion all by herself. And what won't reflect on the box-score is that her scoring those points did two things: it deflated Ole Miss and it energized UConn. She was just so good offensively and defensively; just an all-around performance and I'm just so incredibly proud. And you know what the best part is? Those 3s ain't even falling yet.

Casual 29 points for the NPOY, no biggie just Paige doing Paige things except you know MY Paige doesn't normally get 5 turnovers...jk jk because honestly she only should have had 3 (still "high" for her standard but also that's what Ole Miss hangs their hat on). That 1st half and that 4th quarter were just things of beauty. That's what you need your leader to do, set the tone and then finish things off. AND SHE FINALLY GOT SOME FTS!!

Sarah looked really good in the first half and then when Ole Miss got going, she looked a little shaken in the second half, emphasis on the little shaken because it was only really in terms of scoring, she was still doing all the little things. I've seen some discourse and I personally don't want Sarah to stop taking 3s because it's not like she takes bad ones and I think they're gonna fall and we need them to fall and they're not gonna fall if she stops taking them.

JANA!! She had some clutch has hell rebounds and some much-needed shots. I thought she had a really good game and a near double-double. She just looked really energized out there and I think she's only going to get better.

Ice had a up and down game. She definitely did a couple of things that frustrated me but also made some solid plays. I would have definitely liked a couple more points and a couple more rebounds but I think the hustle, that's been prevalent the last few games, is still there.

Ash needed more shots which is partially on her but also I feel like she was getting plays ran for AND her teammates weren't doing the best job of finding her. It feels like the aggression, particularly on offense, of the first two games had dwindled a little bit and she's in a bit of a slump. Also two of Paige's 5 turnovers, probably belong to her because girl what was you doing?

We definitely need more point production from KC but I thought she had a very stabilizing presence last night and did a pretty good job running the offense in the 4th.

KK hadn't made me want to scream at her for driving into traffic and getting blocked like clockwork in a couple of games and so of course OF COURSE she had to do it last night. But I do think she matched Ole Miss's energy well and I liked that one drive she had. She needs to look to score like that more.

Which brings me back to that KC-KK discourse, I still think the KK-Paige-Azzi-Sarah-Jana/Ice lineup is our strongest but I also did really like the KC-Paige-Azzi-Sarah-Jana that we used to end the game and was I believe the prominent lineup throughout the 2nd half. So I think my general opinion is that it doesn't matter who starts because ultimately it's gonna be a opponent-driven decision and it's good to have that option.

I love Paige and Azzi and I love that they had good games but I'm ngl, looking at that box score and seeing so many people with only 2 pts did not please me at all.

Blowing leads is becoming a recurring thing and as much as I think it's good character building for this team right now because as Geno says you learn more from overcoming the Ole Miss run than if you had stretched it 30, it is a little concerning that it's a bit of a pattern. And again this is only their 5th game and it was their first true test and also ofc only their 3rd having Azzi so I'm not necessarily super worried, but it is something I'mma keep my eye on.

But overall I'm just really proud of this team. They got punched in the 3rd and they punched back and I'm hoping to see a lot more punching in the upcoming games.

[rainebelowzero]

HAAIIII.. erm.. could i request kurt being a creep abt reader? like reader is friends w/ kurt and kurts pathetic n awkward ugh.. maaybbee kurt coming prematurely n sum degradation? :p LOVE YOU!!

I combined these two hopefully that's okay

notes: GUYS I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING DEAD 😿😿😿 I just quit my job and then got a new one that kinda requires more work so I haven't had much privacy to work on anything, I also just completely lost my ability to write for some reason??? I've had horrible writer's block but I'm not quitting anytime soon so don't worry 😼

♡ some degradation, premature ejaculation, kurt being kinda creepy, the reader is a little silly 😺, overstim, kind of abrupt ending sorry guys 🫤 ♡

Kurt was your best friend, so of course you stuck around him as much as you could. It was a completely normal attachment, so who did it really affect if you made an alt account to watch his streams? It gave him that dopamine he needed to see a new viewer, so you saw it as an act of kindness.

Though he was your best friend, he was a little creepy at times, and you're pretty sure you saw one of your favorite shirts that went missing a few days ago in the background of one of his videos. His gaze always lingered for uncomfortably long, especially if it was particularly hot outside and you were wearing less clothing than usual, but he was cute, so you gave him a pass.

That was until you started to hear him talk about you while you were…roleplaying as a different person in his chat. He started out saying casual things, you were hot, you had nice hands, etc. And it definitely turned you on to think about him being down bad for you. It almost completely changed when, during one of these streams, he had a very obvious boner while he was talking about you, to which you definitely rubbed one out.

The minute he ended the stream, you started to think of a plan. You had to fuck that man. The next time you saw him, you went all in with the touching. You sat in the passenger seat as he talked about something random to his chat with about three viewers, slowly sliding your hand over and resting on his thigh. He glances down at it, confused, especially as you join the conversation casually, acting like nothing is happening.

The next time you do it, it's when the two of you stop to get food from a food truck. Kurt went to get it while you sat with the live stream, but before he left, you ran a hand over his shoulder. He stared at you for a second, eyes slightly wide, before he got out of the car.

At the end of the day, you decide to hang out at his place. You were slowly growing more frustrated, none of your little hints working, though you were more frustrated at yourself for thinking they would work in the first place. You stand, coming up behind Kurt and putting your hands on his shoulders as he sits in his gaming chair. He's slightly startled, but pushes his headphones off and smiles up at you.

“Kurt, we need to fuc- TALK. We need to talk.” You say to him, and he raises an eyebrow. You continue. “I know about your..feelings. I've heard you, I've seen the way you look at me.”

Kurt turns red, an expression you've never seen on his face, his eyes wide. “W-what are you talking about?”

You stare at him before going over to his pillow, lifting it and yanking your stolen shirt out from under it. He stands up, nervous that you're angry about it.

“I don't- I have no idea what that is.” He says, very obviously lying. You move closer to him, tossing the shirt down.

“Kurt, you're a fucking freak.” He blushes even more and he barely knows how to react, but you glance down and see that he's getting hard. “You're into that?” You ask, moving even closer to him, expecting him to back up, but he doesn't, he just bites his bottom lip slightly, closing his eyes for a second before staring at you with an almost needy look.

“I heard all of the things you said about me in those streams. I know what you want me to do to you..” You trail off.

“Really?” He asks. You nod, before sliding a hand down to the waistband of his pants, testing the waters. He doesn't stop you, staring at you with still wide eyes. You realize you're probably gonna have to do all of the work, so you lean in and kiss him, to which he automatically reacts, kissing you back. His legs almost buckle, and you push him back into his chair, straddling him. You're not certain if his gaming chair can handle the weight of two grown men, but there was only one way to find out.

You keep kissing him, and his hands move between your waist and the arm rests of the chair, not knowing what to do with them. Your lips move to his neck, and he lets out a desperate whine, almost suspiciously strained, until you look down and see the front of his pants slowly getting a dark spot. He looks at you, panting heavily as you stare back at him.

“Seriously?” You ask, deadpan. His face flushes, trying to find the words to apologize before you lean closer, kissing his neck again. “I barely even touched you.” You say lowly, your hand pulling his cock out of his pants, feeling it twitch from the sensitivity as he whimpers.

You slowly stroke him, his cum being used as lube as he moans and writhes underneath you. He looks up at you, his lips slightly parted as he tries to buck up into your hand. You speed up, kissing his neck again until he moans loudly, his hand gripping onto your wrist tightly, shooting his load across your shirt and hand. He pants heavily, head falling back with some of his hair stuck to his forehead.

You back off of him, standing, before unzipping your own pants, as he gives you an exhausted but very excited look.

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝!!

order 82 | one-shot | Jade | Gender Neutral

❀ NOTE: Initially it was going to be headcanons but this works fine too.

You were in your own world. You happily kicked your feet and quietly giggled as you read your little book. No one else was around to judge you for it! You never liked to admit it but those awfully corny romance shojou mangas are just too good. Call it a guilty pleasure.

You stared intensely at every line and every word on every page. Their relationship is perfect. The book must’ve casted a spell on you because you can’t stop reading.

“I’m sorry, did you hit your head, love?” Aoi asked with deep concern.

“You… what are you doing?!” Dia shook her head in annoyance. Dia tried to slip away only for Aoi to block her with his arm.

“Before that, I need to ask why you want to see him so badly. You won’t even look me in the eye and you’re running away… to see him?” He has tears in his eyes as he said that.

Without you realizing, a shadow loomed over you. The new presence was dangerous yet you kept on reading each page. It wasn’t until you felt a large hand on your shoulder. You froze, you didn’t even scream or move, you just froze in fear of who it was behind you.

“What’s this ya got here?” It was Floyd— the worst person ever! Out of all people that caught you reading corny romance manga— it was him?!

“Floyd, so why are you here out of all places?” You went to the most empty spot you could find which was the forest near the botanical gardens. No one ever goes there even for educational purposes.

Floyd brushed off the question and pointed to the book in your hand. “You came here to read comics? I thought you’d read history books or 18th century novels or something.” He smiled politely.

You shyly close it and slide it under your leg. You tried to think of something to distract from the fact you were caught red handed.

“You’re an eel right? You don’t belong in a forest.” You scoffed while crossing your arms. With that attitude, Floyd knew he caught you doing something that was supposed to be a secret.

“You’re so rude… Don’t discriminate against me because I’m from the ocean. I just wanted to play…” He sniffled and frowned. He kneeled down in front of you to make proper eye contact with you.

You shook your head, “Okay but what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be helping out at Mostro?”

“My whole life doesn’t revolve around that place. It was too boring and empty so I went searching elsewhere.”

You half heartedly smiled at him as he grinned back at you. But he began asking questions again. You sighed, grabbing your bag and standing up quickly. You gave a small careless excuse and apology before leaving with haste.

I guess I’ll just have to read another time.

Floyd stood up to chase after you but looked down underneath where you were sitting. You must’ve been rushing to get away if you forgot your book. Not thinking much of it, he let you go but picked up your book for a quick read.

—

Floyd sat down on his bed, taking off his school blazer. Jade walked in and smiled at his brother. “You finally came back.”

Floyd shrugged, “I wasn’t gone for that long.” It seemed he was still bored, maybe even more bored than before he left. Jade took off his hat and placed it on his desk, though he noticed he may have placed it on top of something else.

He picked up the colorful manga and looked at the front then back. “Is this yours?” Floyd looked over and shook his head.

“Nope, that’s Shrimpy’s. I found them reading that book but they ran away. That book is nothing like I’ve ever seen!”

“Did you steal this from them?”

“Actually no, when they ran away they left it there. I was gonna give it back to them tomorrow.”

Jade turned to the backside of the book and read the summary out loud. “Dia is an over achieving honor student, top of her class her first year of high school. But she pushes away anyone who attempts to get too close, making her a loner. Her life takes a turn when her old childhood best friend, who had moved away nine years ago, moves back into town. Aoi attempts to reach out and reconnect with Dia only for her to refuse. And the pursuit continues.”

Floyd laughs and lays down on his back, staring over at Jade. “I never would’ve guess MC would’ve read this sort of literature…”

“That’s what I’m sayin! They were really into it too.” He laughed.

Jade flipped back to the front, with an intrigued look. “Floyd, do you mind if I give this a read?”

“I don’t care. Actually, how about you give it back to them tomorrow?” He flipped on his side. Jade gave his brother a stare, though he was staring in the other direction, he could sense his twin’s displeasure. “You’re the one who touched it last!”

—

You had been a mess all day. Everyone could tell just by the way you stared at the floor with a melancholy expression that you were not okay. Despite nearly everyone asking, “What happened?” “Are you alright?” “Cheer up!”

You could feel no better.

After all, you were left on a major cliffhanger. Then again maybe it was your fault since you lost the book. You swear you had put it back in your bag!

You went back to the tree after realizing it was gone, but it wasn’t there.

Maybe Floyd took it… You thought with a scowl on your face.

“Damn, what did the floor do to you?” Ace laughed, but he didn’t have a smile.

“You’ve been glaring at the ground for almost the entire lunch.” Deuce said in concern.

Epel pressed a cold drink against your cheek.

“Ah, thank you.” You thanked out of obligation. You took it into your hands but didn’t move to open it.

“Ya better be. Now, are ya finally ready to tell us why yer all glum like a plum.”

The three of them sat besides you. You raised your head and glanced at the three of them. Though you only smiled at Epel’s words. “Glum like a plum? What does that even mean..?” You looked at your drink and he had even gotten you something plum flavored.

Epel held back his words only because he knew you were upset.

There’s no way you could tell them why you were so depressed. “I’m really sad because I was reading this really good manga but I was left on a cliffhanger because I stupidly lost the book and cannot find it”— They’d most likely get mad for worrying them that much over something so minor.

Deuce took the drink from your hands and opened it up for you, handing it back. “Drink something. Maybe it’ll make you feel better?”

You thanked him and took a sip, still wondering if Floyd stole it. That thought was killing you. At that point it was all you could think about. The cliffhanger wasn’t your biggest concern. FLOYD HAS THE BOOK? What if he destroys it? Or maybe he read it and now your image as a sophisticated, mature student is ruined in his eyes?! Or what if he tells other people and your reputation is ruined?

Before you knew it, you had found yourself stomping into Mostro Lounge. Though it was surprisingly empty. There was only one person as far as you saw. You got closer and it turned out to be Jade Leech. Not quite the one you needed to see.

Nonetheless you approached him with a slightly nervous smile. “Hello Jade, do you happen to know where Floyd is?”

He gave you an unreadable stare, “Why are you here? Today is a maintenance day for Mostro Lounge.”

“Is that so…? Well pardon the intrusion but I must know where Floyd is.”

As expected of the Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle, he accommodated your needs. In fact he offered to escort you there.

God bless him! He walked beside you, having a small conversation, just idle chit chat.

“How come you need to see Floyd so badly?”

“It’s just… something’s between us and I think he took something he wasn’t supposed to. Which is why I must go see him!”

You sped up and walked ahead of him. Which was the moment Jade chose to strike. His hand grabbed your wrist and swung you backwards into the wall. It was all very fast, you nearly hit your head.

You blinked as Jade stared down at you. You wanted to ask him what he’s doing but the words just wouldn’t come out.

“I’m sorry. Did you hit your head, love?”

What? Did he just… You must’ve misheard him. But that look on his face. He never looked at you that way before…

“No I didn’t…” You said under your breath. You realized how close he was when he got closer.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you, speak up.” He took his hand that was holding to wrist and moved it to you chin.

“I didn’t hit my head thankfully! Will you take me to Floyd now please?!” You began to slip to the side slowly, trying to get away.

Your heart jumped out of your chest, your eyes widened and you looked to the side to where Jade slammed his hand. You felt the wall shake. You looked back at him slowly but only one word inside your head.

Kaebedon!!

“Before that, I need to ask why you want to see Floyd so badly. You won’t even look me in the eye and you’re running away… to see him?” Jade has that same smile and hint of mischief in his voice. as always.

“I believe he has something that belongs to me so I was going to ask him if it’s whereabouts…!” Your voice strained trying to keep composure.

“Oh my, did he trouble you? I deeply apologize on his behalf. But I think I have what you’re looking for.”

You softened your gaze and mouth opening to explain himself. But soon he reached into his coat with his other hand that was not against the wall.

“Deep into the Heart by Nana F. Hopefully this is what you’ve been searching for.”

You stared blankly at the book, your hands reached out and snatched it from his grasp, which he let you do. You really didn’t have any words for him, mostly out of confusion and intimidation.

“Floyd told me that you left it behind when you ran away from him. He brought it back with him to our dorm after reading it through himself. The premise piqued my interest so I also read it. Hopefully it all makes sense now.”

You understood what he was doing when he did all of that. He was just teasing you. He smiled as he stepped away from you. “Also, Floyd stormed out 30 minutes ago. I’m sure he’s found somebody to amuse himself with by now.”

Now you were just embarrassed, you held the book up to your face to avoid eye contact. You were concerned about Jade and Floyd knowing your taste in literature. The unpredictable nature of the two intimidated you. Surely they wouldn’t tell anyone…

“Thank you Jade. I’m going to head back now.” You turned around and lowered the book.

“Allow me to escort you—“ he cut himself off as you sprinted away.

“No thank you!”

“No running in the lounge!”

[finthegood]

I'M WITH YOU EVEN IF IT MAKES ME BLUE

jj maybank x fem!reader

description: jj and rafe get into a fight over jj being poor. you end up having to clean up your boyfriend and assure him that you still love him. inspired by taylor swift's "paper rings." a lot of this is word vomit.

tw: violence, talk of socioeconomic status, fighting, money insecurity, and a plethora of injuries (shown above).

word count: 861.

five punches and a lot of yelling later, you were sitting on your bathroom counter with jj standing guiltily between your denim-clad legs, eyes running over your face and licking his bleeding split lip.

"stop licking," you demanded mindlessly, voice only a whisper. jj jumped, slightly shocked to hear your voice for the first time since you had fled upstairs with him in tow.

"sorry," he replied roughly.

you had your head tilted to the side, trying not to block the light as you ran a cotton swab over his busted cheek. he tried not to wince at the feeling of cold ethanol alcohol in the wound, but his eyes squinted at the corners. you dabbed it with a dry cloth, before pulling the split together with a butterfly bandage.

as you tried to clear some of the blood off his jaw, you sighed. "i don't really know what to do about the lip. i don't think that i can put neosporin on it, so it's gonna hurt."

"that's okay, it already does."

you gave him a sharp look.

"sorry," he winced.

you chewed the gum in your mouth, having lost the majority of its flavor, now just making your jaw sore in solidarity to your boyfriend. "i know you are," you swallow. "i just don't understand why. we talked about this jage."

he closed his eyes and you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat. he opened his mouth, but nothing came out and he looked ashamed. after a pause, he began to talk.

"i can't stand rafe. i don't know what it is about him, because he isn't the only person who doesn't like me. hell, he's not even the only person who doesn't like me because i'm poor. he just-" he let out a broken sigh. "he just gets under my skin every time, and i don't know why. he makes me so angry, i can feel it boiling under my skin and i just black out. i'm sorry." his voice is hoarse and you know he means it.

"i know."

"i don't even feel bad because he's such an asshole. he has everything. and i don't have shit and he talks and talks, but he doesn't even understand what he's saying because he can't because he has always been fucking rich and i wish i could have that life." his words are spilling out of him, sentences wrapping around each other and his eyes are going glassy. it hurts your heart to see him like that.

you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him, even though you are still angry, because the hurt is sour between your teeth, and you need him to know that he isn't alone.

"but this time was bad. i'm happy your dad was there so fast because i think i could have really hurt him this time," he says it like a secret because it is, but between you two it's just the truth. "he said that i didn't deserve to be at a party like that. that i don't deserve you and your family because i'm just some asshole with no one, with nobody waiting on me or for me. i know you say he's horrible and i agree, but i just think sometimes that if it was a choice between me or him, everyone at that party would choose him, because he's just less trouble."

his words are muffled by your neck, but the meaning is clear. you raise his head and you are inches apart. his breath fans across your face. you rub his unbruised cheek with your fingers and meet his eyes, determined.

"i choose you," you state. he makes a wounded noise. you press a soft kiss to his cheek, trying to move oceans with one small kiss. trying to communicate how much he means to you.

"i'm sorry," he whimpers.

"i don't care about the money, jj. i love you. i choose you. even if i have to clean you up in my bathroom every weekend. even if we both have to be normal people with normal jobs, who work and struggle. you are worth more to me than rafe and this stupid kook shit could ever be."

"i know, i know. i love you and i'm sorry," he winces.

"well, i'm not so stop apologizing," you laugh.

"okay, sorry," he says, laughing loudly when you glare. he leans in to kiss you, split lip be damned. it's gentle and slow. his lips are warm and soft. he deepens the kiss, just looking to kiss. not pushing you to do anything, never asking for more than you give. he licks into your mouth and you sigh.

you kiss for a few minutes before you remember his lip and pull back. he chases your lips mindlessly and you snort. "your lip, baby." he groans and you have to stop yourself from continuing.

his hands rub your waist and you admire him. there is a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. you want to bite it. he swallows and whispers, "i like your earings."

"shut up," you snicker before going to kiss him again.

[holidayinhell]

Whumpay: Operating Table

Will post one excerpt per theme bc I simply do not have The Time!!

Characters: sadistic Whumper and coward Whumpee. TWs: nonsexual nudity, extreme fear, restraints, male whump, implied organ harvesting

Whumpee found himself at a loss as the metal door creaked open.

The cold tiled room held only one powerful light, its brilliance bounced across a gleaming metallic surface positioned in the center of the room. As a whole it was empty, containing only one chair, a cooler box, and two rolling cabinets on either side of the operating table.

“No... no way.” 

The captor's gloved, heavy hands rested on both of Whumpee’s shoulders. 

“Are you surprised?” Whumper said almost directly into Whumpee's ear. He cocked an eyebrow. “You know how this works.”

The words rang in Whumpee’s ears. Of course he knew. Whumpee was all too familiar with the chop shop he’d been detained in for the past few weeks. He had suffered countless sleepless nights filled with the shrieks and pleas of the misfortunate souls who’d been sacrificed to the Operating Room.

But Whumpee had lasted longer than any of the other captives ever had. They had an expiration date of maybe two weeks maximum, whereas he’d been held here for over four months. And while he didn’t understand the exact reason he was treated so well, he never questioned it, and was always pleasant to the man who had decided to keep him around so long. Whumpee got along well with Whumper.

“Are you- what is this?” Whumpee asked incredulously.

“Ah. You’re kidding around, huh?” He turned to face the larger man behind him. He feigned a weak smile.

“No.”

His smile dropped and his palms became sticky with sweat. He knew what happened in this room. Well, he didn’t know exactly, but he knew the people Whumper ushered in never came out. 

But then again, Whumper also had a playful side—playful in a kind of horrible, sadistic way— this could be his version of a joke. Yes, surely this was just a cruel joke.

“…what is this?

“This is exactly what it looks like.”

“You’re messing with me.”

“You still think so?” Whumper half smiled.

“Ha-ha.” Whumpee said weakly.  His heart was pounding in his ears. “For a second there you had me.”

“Haven’t had you yet. Soon, though.”

The captive froze. He could feel the hungry gaze of Whumper's eyes locked on him, studying his every tremor of fear with cold fascination. Whumpee's head fell, confidence shattered.

“Not this.”  He half-whispered to the tiles on the ground. “Not like this. Please.”

He stole a glance back at Whumper to see if making a run for it was a viable option. It wasn’t. 

Sensing the his urge to flee, Whumper side-stepped to block the entryway.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned.

Whumpee’s knees gave out and he crumbled forward. There was no escaping this.

“I can’t, I can’t. I can’t do it.. Please. Please!” he wailed. “I’ll do anything! Anything anything…” Saliva strings fell from his gaping, moaning mouth, tears and mucus ran down his face.

“Well apparently not.”

“But-but, I’ve been good, I-I thought I was doing good, I don’t, I don’t— I don’t wanna die!”

“You have been good.” Whumper reassured him with a sigh. He stooped down to wipe the muck from Whumpee’s face off with the scratchy arm of his sleeve. “So keep it up, mkay?”

Sobs wrenched in Whumpee's throat, urging him to scream, but he swallowed hard, doing his best to suppress the sound, fearing it might enrage Whumper before he had the chance to reason with him. He knew crying wouldn’t help, and begging would only take him as far as Whumper allowed before caving his head in.

Whumpee couldn’t hold it back any longer. “You’re gonna, you’re gonna kill me aren’t you...” He let out a terrified shriek. “You’re going to kill me!”

“Oh, hell. Shut up. It’s not personal. Just part of the job, gotta keep bread on the table and all.”

“I can get you money!” The captive scrambled nervously, “I, I have a friend--a really rich, wealthy friend in the city— he’ll pay you however much you need. I know he will, I just need to get--”

“That’s good to know.” The larger man interrupted. Whumper roughly nudged the terrified man through the doorway, shoving him to the cold tile floor. “Come on, Whumpee.”

“Wait! Wait wait wait, wait a minute just wait--” He hyperventilated as he was urged forward. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. He fell to his knees.

Whumper sighed, hooking the frantic man under the shoulder and launching him deeper into the room. He pulled the large iron door closed, secured the heavy latch, and pulled his black latex gloves up.

“D-do-don’t do this to m-m-me.”

Whumper sighed again. Begging grated his nerves more than anything. He’d listened to each of them recite the identical lines countless times, offering up drugs, money, sex— anything in exchange for their freedom. For some reason he’d hoped it would be different with Whumpee. He was such an obedient captive, and Whumper treated him like goddamned royalty. He thought he would approach the table and offer himself up willingly.

But no, Whumpee was performing an identical version of the same pleas for mercy as the rest of them. It was boring, and frankly, a little depressing.

“Stop it.” Whumper warned. “Get up.” 

The shivering man stood.

 “Take off your clothes.”

“Wh-wha? Why??”

“Aghhhh! Just take off your fuckin’ clothes!” Whumper sighed.

The boy shifted awkwardly on his feet, holding out hope that this sick routine was only a prelude to one of Whumper’s sick jokes. Surely this was the punchline. He’d already accomplished his goal of scaring the shit out of Whumpee. Surely it was over. Surely he’d end things here.

“Now.”

Whumpee’s fingers fumbled to find the hem of his filthy, formerly blue t-shirt, his arms weakly lifted the thin fabric over his head to reveal his ashen torso. It was the only barrier he had between his body and Whumper’s scalpel. The shirt fell to the floor.

Whumper took in the sight of Whumpee’s nearly perfect complexion. His skin was creamy white from the lack of sun exposure, pale folks were rare to stumble across in the desert wasteland. He was a slim man, athletic and lean, he bore no telltale signs of abuse. Whumper provided him with two mostly edible meals a day, clean clothes and the occasional hot shower.

“Go on. Take off all of it.”

The small man's cheeks burned with shame. Whumper’s hungry eyes shone with intrigue.

Whumpee laced his fingers around the elastic band of his pants clinging to his narrow hips. In one quick motion he dropped his pants and boxers down his legs, his hands swiftly rushed to cup his exposed genitals.

“How modest.” Whumper chuckled. Let him hide, Whumper thought. He’d have nothing to hide behind once he splayed his lean body across the table.

“Aight, now come here and open up.” Whumper produced a ball gag from his pocket.

Whumpee’s body quaked from a pang of terror so violent it threw his body off balance. A warm sensation trickled down the inside of his thigh.

Whumpee looked down at the pool of warmth he was standing in, and--fuck, oh fuck-- he’d pissed himself.

“For fuck’s sake, Whumpee. The hell is wrong with you today?!”

Wide-eyed and cowering, Whumpee collapsed to the floor and scrambled backwards. “I’msorryimsorryimso so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry--!” He stammered frantically. “I didn’t mean--”

Whumper threw Whumpee’s discarded pants over the puddle of urine. Surprisingly, he tossed Whumpee’s shirt back to him. 

“Hush. Clean yourself off.”

He cleared his throat and a few heavy tear drops plopped on the fabric in his lap. “I am sorry. I-I didn’t mean to do that.” He almost managed to say it without his voice quavering. He wiped the inside of his legs down using the filthy shirt and threw it aside. A powerful wave of numbness began supplanting his overwhelming terror.

“It’s okay, I’ve seen a lot worse.” A crooked smile returned to Whumper’s face. “Get over here. Right fuckin’ now.”

Whumpee swallowed his pride. His fear. His will to live. And he faced his fate head on.

“Good. Climb on the table.” 

Whumpee got on the table.

Whumper secured his prey by locking his wrists and ankles to the operating table with a short length of chain. This was it. There was no going back now. Whumper looked down at Whumpee with ravenous eyes. He had him where he wanted him, after all of these months, finally.

He pulled on his surgical mask, rolled up his sleeves, and adjusted the light above his victim. A gloved index finger traced down the length of Whumpee’s bare body, imitating the blade's path. He truly had magnificent skin.

Before Whumper managed to make his first cut, his cellphone rang.

“You couldn’t have called at a worse time, you sonuvabitch. Call later. He’s on the table right now.” Whumper barked into the phone.

-Pause. Whumpee faintly heard the person on the line chuckle.-

“No shit? Who?”

-A longer pause.-

“I dunno. It sounds like one hell of a deal. Don't worry, this one's not goin' anywhere. Run it past the boss and get back to me. ”

-Pause-

"Heh, I should really kick your ass for this one," Whumper said wryly. "I've been nursing the best pair of virgin kidneys and liver you've ever fuckin' seen."

-Pause-

"Mhm. Roger that. Bye." Whumper tucked his phone in his pocket and pulled his surgical mask down.

“Whumpee. Your wealthy friend in the city--” 

Whumper rested the scalpel on Whumpee’s stomach.

“--is his name Caretaker?”

((more Whump oneshots))

[flowersandskeletons526]

"We Need A Tagger" - Warriors Concept Album Fanfic (Part 3/5)

Aaaaaand here's part three. I can't remember where I first saw the idea of Rembrandt wearing a painter's respirator mask but I'm rolling with it because I think it makes her look cool. Already working on part 4. Enjoy! (also want to add that Cowgirl IS coming soon, I feel bad that she's only been mentioned so far cuz she is one of my favorites but she'll be here soon, I promise)

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Swan and Ajax stood side by side, watching Rembrandt scale the rusty remains of an old fire escape. Ajax had to boost her up to the ladder so she could reach the edge of the roof and spray their tag. Cleon gave her artistic liberty with the lone directive of “keep it simple.” Rembrandt decided on a fire engine red “W” with a circle around it. Swan compared it to the bat signal from Batman but Ajax liked it well enough.

Swan cocked her head to the side as Rembrandt straddled the railing of the fire escape and leaned out on one arm to paint the tag. “You were right,” she said to Ajax. “The girl’s quick.”

“I fucking told you,” Ajax said. “It took her all of two seconds to get down out of her apartment.”

Swan nodded and lowered her voice. “How bad was it?”

“She would’ve been better off sleeping under the boardwalk with you.”

“Shit.”

“I know Cleon’s gonna help her even if this doesn’t work out but I hope it does. She needs us. She needs the crew.”

“We all did.” Swan cupped her hands around her mouth and hollered, “Rembrandt, that’s good! Come down!” Rembrandt flashed a thumbs-up, pocketed her spray paint, and began picking her way down the fire escape. Swan turned to Ajax. “You don’t think she’s a little jumpy?”

“I think she’ll calm down now that she’s out of that shithole. She keeps eyes on everything, that’s what I care about.”

“I’ll give you that.” Swan bumped their shoulders together. “You did good, Ajax.”

“Don’t condescend me.”

“I wasn’t being condescending.”

“You totally were.”

“How was that condescending?”

“You sound like Cleon!”

“Dude, take the fucking compliment!”

“I swear-”

“Ajax!”

“What!” she snapped, looking up. Rembrandt was halfway down the ladder, waiting for Ajax to give her a hand. “Oh, right. Sorry.” She held Rembrandt by the waist and helped her drop to the sidewalk. She’d seen the way the girl almost toppled when she hit the ground the day before and how she favored one ankle now, trying to keep weight off it, and decided it wouldn’t be great if their new tagger broke a leg before she even started.

Rembrandt pulled off her mask and looked up at the tag. “What now?” she asked.

“We’re done for the night,” Swan answered. “It’s almost morning. We’ll sleep today and go back out again tomorrow.” She gave Rembrandt a fist bump and offered the ghost of a smile, which was the Swan equivalent of a round of applause from any normal person. “Nice work.”

Rembrandt didn’t smile, but her troubled expression relaxed a touch and her face lit up with a spark of something. Ajax didn’t have a word for it. Her best explanation was that it looked like, in some way, Rembrandt had woken up. 

Swan turned and started back towards the apartment. Ajax patted Rembrandt’s shoulder and beckoned her along, walking beside Swan and looking back occasionally to make sure Rembrandt was still behind her. Rembrandt fiddled with a paint can, switching out different caps and barely watching where she was going. She glanced up at Ajax. Their eyes met. They quickly looked away at the same time. 

Swan nudged Ajax. “How many dudes jumped you the last time you were here?” she asked under her breath so Rembrandt couldn’t hear.

“Three that went after me,” said Ajax. “I don’t even remember what gang they said they ran with. They ran pretty quick, though, once they realized they’d need their whole crew to take me down.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Who’s being cocky? I’m just sayin’.”

“Well, good thing you beat them, anyway. I know Cleon was mad about how you did it-”

“I didn’t start it!”

“But we got two more blocks out of it so I’m happy. Best if those guys don’t show up again.”

“Warriors!”

The three women froze. Ajax heard the sound of a switchblade flicking. Swan groaned through gritted teeth. Clenching her fists, Ajax closed her eyes as she tilted her face towards the sky. Rembrandt’s hand landed on her arm.

“Swan,” she growled, “if I turn around and those punks are behind me, I’m going to kill you.”

“Not if Cleon kills us first,” Swan shot back. “Let’s get this over with.”

The Warriors turned. They instinctively stepped around Rembrandt and formed a wall between her and the several gang members staring them down. The big one in front held a tiny switchblade that might as well have been a butter knife for all it intimidated Ajax, grinning wickedly with all his goons wearing the same stupid expression. Ajax rolled her shoulders. She still hadn’t forgiven them for busting her nose and now they were back with weapons and looking for a rematch? Oh, she was going to have fun with this. 

Swan grabbed Ajax’s shoulder like she could read her mind. “You’re on our turf,” she said to the group. “This block belongs to the Warriors. Get out of here.”

“You got it wrong, little girl,” the leader retorted. His hands and eyes twitched uncontrollably, putting Ajax on edge. She never liked dealing with people who were hopped up on something. “This block belongs to the Surf Riders.”

“The Surf Riders?” Ajax repeated incredulously. “What kind of stupid ass-”

Swan cut her off. “You handed this block over to us when you got your asses beat. Now back up, put your blade away, and go back to the puddle where you came from, Surf Rider.”

“Yeah, respect the tags, bitch!” Ajax spat. 

One of the smaller Surf Riders stepped forward. “Hey, that’s the motherfucker that stole our block!”

The leader snarled. “Oh, you’re fucking dead!”

“Rembrandt, run!”

Swan and Ajax lunged. One swift kick knocked away the knife and the standoff escalated into an all out brawl. A few quick jabs to the face and a well placed kick to the dick sent the smaller punks running but the bigger ones gave Swan and Ajax more trouble. Trying to wrestle one of them to the ground, Ajax looked over to see Swan with the leader on top of her, one foot braced against his chest to keep him back as she twisted his nose and rained down blows on his head. Ajax didn’t know what the psycho was on but the hits weren’t doing much to faze him. She smashed an elbow in her opponent’s face and bolted to help her friend.

She grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and ripped him off Swan. She got him in a headlock, squeezing as hard as possible while he choked, and then he bit her arm. He fucking bit her. She dropped him with a curse and was immediately met with a dizzying punch to the jaw. She heard Swan shouting her name but another two Surf Riders had gotten up and were keeping her occupied. Ajax was on her own. There was blood on her face, in her mouth, in her eyes as she tried to dodge and block the hits aimed at her head. She hit the ground hard, seeing stars.

She caught the glint of a knife in the moonlight. A shaking hand closed around her throat. She scratched and bit at whatever flesh she could reach in a desperate bid to escape. 

Shit. She was fucking done for.

A small black blur slammed into the man above her and sent him tumbling away across the asphalt. She turned over, coughing and holding her throat. There was the hiss of spray paint and a bloodcurdling scream. Swan was hollering something as multiple pairs of footsteps raced away.

Ajax sat up. She heard Swan cursing through the ringing in her ears as she ran to her side. As Swan snapped her fingers and waved a hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention, she looked up to see Rembrandt standing with her back to them. 

She had her mask back over her face. Her entire body trembled, panting like she’d sprinted a whole marathon, with an uncapped spray can in her hand and her finger on the nozzle. Her hand was stained red, and Ajax was hurled into utter panic for a moment before she realized it was paint. She saw the Surf Riders running off far down the street. Their leader was staggering, holding his face, being hurried along by two of his underlings, and Rembrandt stood there watching them disappear around the corner.

“Holy shit,” Ajax breathed. 

Rembrandt spun and ripped off her mask. She wore the same look of adrenaline fueled terror that Ajax had seen on her when they ran from her old apartment. Before either of the Warriors could speak, Rembrandt cried, “Does this happen often?!”

“Not as often as it looks like,” Swan replied. “It’s been a really weird couple of weeks.”

Ajax turned away from the two of them to discreetly spit out a mouthful of blood. “Rembrandt,” she said, breathing hard, “what did you do?”

Rembrandt hesitated, refusing to look Ajax in the eye. “He had a knife,” she mumbled. “I… I sprayed paint in his face.”

“What?”

“In the eyes.”

The Warriors stared at her in stunned silence. She closed in on herself, her cheeks darkening, holding her spray paint can close like she was afraid someone might take it from her. Swan let out a quiet, “Hm.” Ajax was too shocked to contain herself. She burst out laughing.

“Fucking awesome, Rembrandt!” she said, and then devolved into a coughing fit. Her throat was still sore from being halfway strangled. 

Rembrandt’s eyes flashed with panic. She rushed to Ajax’s side, hooking her arms under Ajax’s on one side while Swan grabbed her on the other. They helped her to her feet, and while Swan let go once Ajax found her footing, Rembrandt clung to her for a moment longer. She dropped Ajax’s arm hurriedly when she realized she might have been hanging on longer than she was probably supposed to. 

“So!” Swan wiped at her nose, smearing blood from a busted lip across her face. “That sucked. Can we go before they come back with reinforcements?”

“Give me a second, man. My head’s still spinning.”

“Want me to hold your hand?”

Ajax gave her the middle finger. Swan returned it before pivoting on her heel and marching off back towards the Warriors’ headquarters. Rembrandt touched Ajax’s shoulder, and she looked down at her. Her eyes were wide, brows furrowed, lips parted, and she looked like she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure if she should. Ajax covered Rembrandt’s hand with her own, tried to smile - which hurt like hell - and jerked her head towards Swan walking away. 

There was an immediate panic from Cleon and Cochise when they got home. Cochise pushed Swan and Ajax onto the couch and rushed to get her first aid kit from the bathroom. Cleon sat Rembrandt at the table, quickly checking on her and waiting for her to nod and promise she was okay before going to Swan and Ajax. 

She disinfected the bite mark on Ajax’s forearm while Cochise cleaned a scrape on Swan’s face. “Six of them,” Cleon muttered to herself. “There were six of them that jumped you?”

“Maybe seven,” Swan corrected. “But I think that one ran before anything really started. Ow! Fuck, man, that stings!”

“Quit being a baby,” Cochise said. “What gang was it?”

“The Surf Riders,” said Ajax, snickering at the name.

Cleon swatted her arm. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” said Swan, and Ajax cackled.

“You had all of this tagged?”

“Yes, Cleon. They were the same ones that jumped Ajax a couple weeks ago. We told them they gave up the territory when they lost the fight and told them to back off and they didn’t and that’s when the fight started. We tried to de-escalate it before anything happened.”

“One of them had a knife,” Rembrandt chimed in.

“Thank you, Rembrandt!” said Ajax. 

Cleon sighed. “How badly did you beat them?”

“Enough,” Swan answered, at the same time Ajax said, “Rembrandt sprayed paint in the leader’s face.”

Cleon and Cochise froze. They turned to Rembrandt in unison. The tagger shrank, embarrassed, and hid the paint can she was still holding. Cleon took a deep breath and asked, “Sprayed him where in the face?”

“His eye,” Rembrandt murmured. “Just one.”

“Ohhhh-kay. We’re gonna talk about that in a minute.”

They finished patching up the injured Warriors in silence. Swan helped Cochise pack up the first aid kit and went to her room to talk at Cleon’s quiet suggestion. The warlord sat beside Ajax on the couch. She leaned in close, glancing over at Rembrandt to make sure she wasn’t listening as she lowered her voice. Ajax gritted her teeth and prepared to get chewed out.

“Rembrandt should not have been involved in this,” Cleon said. “This was her first mission. I didn’t even condone you getting into fights on the gang’s behalf within your first month.”

Ajax shifted uncomfortably. “Cleon, I told her to run.”

“You should have made sure she did.”

“I kind of had my hands full.”

“You all should have run. This was not the mission to take anyone on.”

“What, and just pussy out? They came at us with a knife! We were defending our territory!”

“And if it weren’t for the fledgling recruit coming in with a hail mary spray paint can, you’d both be dead! Don’t think I’m only giving you shit for this. Swan’s going to get this same speech. In fact, she’s probably going to get it worse but you’re first on my list.”

“Cleon, I get it,” Ajax said weakly, hating the way her voice sounded. 

“Do you? Really?” Cleon pressed.

“Yes, I get it!” Ajax snapped. Cleon raised her eyebrows, and Ajax pursed her lips and turned away. Cleon may have been her friend first but she was still her leader and Ajax had enough sense to realize she couldn’t talk to her like that. 

Cleon clicked her tongue and put an arm around Ajax. “No more fights,” she ordered. “Not for a while and definitely not when Rembrandt’s with you. Wait until she’s initiated before you start trying to expand territories with her in tow. Are we clear?”

Ajax nodded. “We’re clear.” 

“Good. Rembrandt!”

“Cleon, no-”

Cleon shut her up with a glance. Rembrandt scrambled out of her chair and ran over, coming to a stop before Cleon as the warlord and the enforcer stood. Cleon laid a hand on Rembrandt’s shoulder, and Ajax watched how Rembrandt tensed but didn’t move away.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Cleon said. “When Ajax tells you to run, you run. When any of us tell you to run, you run. Understand?”

Rembrandt nodded hurriedly. “I understand.”

“You run and you don’t look back. I don’t need you to fight. I need you to stay alive. I need all of you to stay alive. That is your first directive above everything. You hear that, Ajax?”

“Yeah, Cleon, I heard,” Ajax grumbled. 

“Good. Rembrandt, nice work with the tagging. You get a couple days to calm down and then you two will go back out and pick up where you left off,” she said. Rembrandt nodded. Cleon smiled. “And no more tagging faces, please. Stick to buildings, alright?”

Ajax could have sworn Rembrandt almost smiled. “Okay.”

Cleon left to go read Swan the riot act. Ajax flopped back onto the couch and pushed her braids out of her face. Rembrandt didn’t move for a moment, flexing her hands as she looked around, and then finally sat beside Ajax. Neither spoke. Ajax let her head loll to the side to look at Rembrandt. Rembrandt wouldn’t turn, only looking at Ajax out of the corner of her eye. Ajax sighed.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “That really was not supposed to happen on your first night.”

“It’s okay. It’s not the first time I’ve been around something like that.”

“Yeah.”

“Cleon’s a little strict, huh?”

Ajax chuckled. “I know it seems like that right now but she’s honestly not. She’s let a lot of things go that anyone else probably would have jumped me out of a gang for. She’s more understanding than she lets on because she knows where we all come from and knows we’re not just psychos like that motherfucker back there.”

Rembrandt shifted, wringing her hands as her shoulders drew up to her ears. “How much did you tell her?”

“I told her you needed to stay here with us,” Ajax said. Rembrandt nodded. “Thanks for saving me tonight. That guy was going to kill me if you didn’t step in. But Cleon’s right, next time if I tell you to run, you need to run for your fucking life, got it? I hate running. I won’t do it unless I have to, so know that if I tell you to, you better do it.”

“I got it. Thanks, Ajax.”

Ajax flashed a grin. To her utter surprise, Rembrandt returned it with a tiny smile. Ajax was struck by how… beautiful it was. Sad and quiet and reserved but also full of life lingering just below the surface, it lit up Rembrandt’s tired features and even seemed to make the bruises fade. All Ajax could focus on was that smile and Rembrandt’s big brown eyes and her wild curls and the smell of spray paint that clung to her. 

She was suddenly struck by the embarrassing idea that she might have been staring for too long. She looked away and jumped to her feet. Rembrandt followed.

“Here,” she said, clearing her throat. “You need a bed. Help me fold the couch out, it’s a pain in the ass to do by myself.”

Rembrandt’s smile only grew.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 7

We're a day late for WIP Wednesday, but I was wiped after the work shifts from hell the last two days. But today and tomorrow I'm off so I'm back on track! No work next Wednesday, either, so I should be good to go next week. Because I'm a day late, you get a long one today!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Still not entirely comfortable, Tim finally stepped into the lab. On the far wall, behind yellow and black doors was the portal he’d heard so much about.

Danny followed his gaze and put a hand on his arm. “Come on, Tim. The weapons vault is over here.”

Tim nodded once. “What do you have?”

“Everything.” Danny placed his hand over a scanner next to the door and it beeped and opened. “You like staffs, right? Try this out.”

Danny passed him a silver metal staff just a bit longer than his favored weapon. Tim took it and ran through two of his warm up exercises. The balance was excellent and he picked up the pace. If it wasn’t for the color scheme, he’d consider using one as his own backup.

“This is great. It’s effective against ghosts?”

“Yep. The Fenton Rod.” Danny reached out for it and Tim gave it back. “And if you do this—” he twisted and the staff separated into two “—you’ve got two weapons.”

He passed the two halves back to Tim who ran through a few more attacks and blocks with them. He had enough practice with Dick’s escrima sticks to hold his own. “This is perfect, thanks.”

“Now, the rest of you, would you prefer distance weapons or close up?”

Tim backed away from the vault to allow the others to explore their options. He spent the time practicing on connecting and separating the staff—he would not call it the Fenton Rod, even in his own head—and running through a few more complicated patterns with it to make sure he was familiar with it’s weight.

“You’re really good with that,” commented Sam who was watching him.

Tim shrugged fixed a self-conscious smile to his face. “It’s always good to know self defense when you live in Gotham. And Bruce is more particular about it than most.”

“Really? I thought he was a vapid idiot.”

“Oh, he is,” agreed Tim. “But he loves his kids and knows us being linked to him puts us in danger. So he goes to extremes to make sure we can hold our own when trouble arises.”

Before Sam could reply, Danny called out to them, “Hey, Tim! Do you want a long range weapon as well?”

“Sure. What do you have?”

So he joined as Danny showed them several blasters and lasers that they could use. Tim pulled out a small one that could be used single-handed.

“This is good for me.”

Cassie and Conner chose heavier weapons with more range and attack power, though Bart followed Tim’s lead.

“Okay, now that that’s done. Ready to practice ways to get a ghost out of a human?”

The emphatic agreement from every member of Tim’s team seemed to surprise Sam and Tucker but Danny just laughed.

“Sam, Tucker, which of you wants to volunteer?”

The two exchanged a look and Tucker sighed and stood up. “I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Tuck. So, I’m gonna overshadow Tucker and go over the signs of overshadowing. They’re mostly pretty subtle if you don’t know the person. A ghost has no access to the memories or thoughts of the person they’re overshadowing, so behavior will be off. Then, if Tim is okay with it, I’ll overshadow him so he can explain how it feels to the rest of you. And I’d appreciate it if at least one of you metas will let me overshadow you so we can make sure the methods that work on baseline humans also work with you.”

Conner looked at Tim. “You trust him?”

Tim nodded. “Have since I was eleven.”

“I’ll do it, then.”

Danny grinned. “Great! Tucker, you first.” And with that, Danny transformed and flew right into Tucker’s body.

Tim watched closely as Tucker went rigid for a moment before resuming his casual slouch. “Tucker isn’t present at all right now,” said Tucker. Then his eyes flared green. “Any time a ghost uses their powers while overshadowing someone, the eyes’ll change. So look for that. Changes in behavior if you know the person are also a dead giveaway. Most ghosts haven’t been on earth in a long time, so another sign is being unused to Earth customs. Especially modern ones. But really, the eyes are your best bet. Get a ghost emotional and they can’t hold it back. Now, Sam, force me out!”

Sam grinned. “With pleasure.” She held up a thermos. “Best way is to use a thermos. It contains the ghost and prevents them from further attacks. To use, you simply remove the cap, point the opening at the ghost or overshadowed person in question, and press the button.” She did and a beam of blue light hit Tucker. Danny was pulled out and sucked into the thermos. Sam recapped the device and spun it in her hands.

Tucker held his head and groaned. “How long was he in me for?”

“Like thirty seconds, Tuck. Don’t be dramatic,” replied Sam.

“Does it hurt?” asked Cassie.

Tucker shook his head. “Minor headache immediately post overshadowing that fades in less than a minute. You don’t have any memory of the time you were overshadowed, so some disorientation if your location changed or a lot of time has passed is also normal. Maybe some vague impressions, like from a dream you can’t quite remember.”

“Ready for take two?” asked Sam.

Tucker rolled his eyes, but waved a hand around in agreement.

“So, to release a ghost from a thermos, you press the button that says ‘release.’ Super easy.” She did so, letting out another beam of light and when it cleared, Danny was floating before them.

“Does being in the thermos hurt?” asked Conner.

Danny shook his head and grinned. “Nah. Feels like you’re wrapped up in a heavy blanket. So sometimes it’s nice and sometimes it’s claustrophobic and I’m desperate to get out.”

Tim hummed. “How many ghosts can you fit in one thermos?”

Danny shrugged. “Not sure. Quite a few, but I’ve never pushed the limits. I think six or seven is the most we’ve done. Maybe more if it’s just ectopusses and blob ghosts I’m trying to clear out of my parents’ way.”

“Ectopusses?” asked Cassie.

At the same time, Bart asked, “Blob ghosts?”

Danny laughed. “I think there’s something to the hypothesis that octopusses have as much intelligence as a person. So many of them become ghosts. And they’re super curious. I think they like to explore places on land because it’s so different from the oceans they lived in. And blob ghosts are just what they sound like. Shapeless ghosts that are usually less than a foot large and don’t appear to have any cognitive power.”

Tim had a dozen questions he wanted to ask, but the news report going in the background was a constant reminder that they didn’t have time. “How else can you end an overshadowing?”

Danny nodded and flew back into Tucker.

Sam went over the different weapons they had that could be safely used on an overshadowed human. The small blasters were the easiest and caused no injury to the host. Tim’s staff was also effective, though it could leave bruises.

Finally, they’d each managed to get Danny out of Tucker three different ways each. He couldn’t even say a thermos was the weirdest thing he’d ever used as a weapon, though the fact that it had been designed as a weapon was certainly novel.

“So now it’s my turn.” Tim couldn’t help the way his stomach twisted at the thought of what was coming up. He trusted Danny, he really did. And he wanted to know what it felt like to be overshadowed. But he hated losing control of himself. Absolutely despised it. He took a deep breath and met Danny’s eyes. “Do it.”

Danny bit his lip. “You don’t have to, you know.”

“Do it, Danny.”

A brief moment of hesitation longer, then Danny was flying towards him. The next thing Tim was aware of was a sharp pain in his head that he could only describe as being located behind his brain. Conner was facing him with the thermos pointed at him. The pain was already fading as he blinked and took in the lab again.

Nothing had changed.

“What was it like?” asked Cassie.

The question put Tim right back into Bat Report Mode. “As Tucker said, I have no memory of anything since I saw Danny fly at me to overshadow me. When he left, I had a strange pain in my head that faded by the time I had checked our surroundings for any changes that may have occurred while I was unaware.” As he spoke, he did a quick body check to look for any unusual pains or feelings elsewhere in his body. “I appear to be in the exact same physical condition as I was before the experiment. How long was I overshadowed for?”

“Less than two minutes,” said Conner. “I promise no longer than that. Danny had you sing a weird song about exploding weasels and then I sucked him into this.” He shook the thermos.

Cassie laughed. “It was ‘Pop Goes the Weasel.’ We have to teach you about nursery rhymes.”

Bart raised his hand. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that one, either.”

And finally, Tim was able to relax. “Next weekend we all have off, Cassie and I will teach you all the nursery rhymes. Dick probably knows a ton. I’d imagine growing up in a circus with performers from all sorts of countries exposed him to so many.”

Bart grinned. “It’ll be interesting to see how the list of ones I know compares to the ones you know!”

Conner smiled back. “I’d like that. I should ask Clark for any he knows, too.” As he spoke, he pressed the button to release Danny.

When the light cleared, Danny was floating upside down looking Tim over. “So what’d you think of your first experience being overshadowed?”

“Four out of ten. Would not like to repeat, but I’ve definitely been through worse.”

Danny laughed and, still upside down, turned until he was facing Conner. “Think you’re ready for you turn?”

Conner took a deep breath and handed the thermos to Bart. “As I’ll ever be.”

Danny nodded and flew into him, just as he had Tucker and Tim. And then there was no more Conner. No more Superboy. Just someone who looked like him, but held his head cocked the wrong way. Who slouched a bit too much. Who was so clearly not Conner.

Tim pulled his new staff out and reminded himself it was just Danny. This was friendly right now. And it was reassuring to know he’d be able to tell when any of his friends were overshadowed.

Danny started to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star in Conner’s voice.

Bart held up the thermos, ready to pull Danny in.

“Let me,” said Tim. “I want to do it.”

“You’ve got it,” replied Bart as he recapped the thermos.

Tim rushed forward and hit Conner on the side with his staff; Danny went flying out of him.

Conner shook his head and looked around. “That was weird. I remember it all, though.”

Danny was rubbing at his side where Tim hit. “Yeah. I’ve never overshadowed a meta before. At least no one I could tell was a meta. I could hear you, too. It was a struggle to keep control of your body.”

Tim sagged in relief. “Do you think that makes them less of a target?”

“Possibly?” The uncertainty in Danny’s voice made Tim uneasy. “From some ghosts, sure. But others like a challenge and may target him—them—specifically.”

Bart grinned. “Sounds like it’ll be an interesting game! So, now that we’ve got the basics down, we’re going out there to help, right?”

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Okay, so part of the reason for the length is that I just didn't want to cut it anywhere. Though the fact that it happened when I'm a day late posting certainly helped me not feel like I should find a spot to break it up!

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[kimoralov3]

preschool teacher george

a/n: so me and jess (@arkofblake) do a lot of slides nights and tonight (like a week ago when this is being posted) we gave different characters jobs and i was like omg george would be the perfect preschool teacher and now here i am furthering these delusions also in case you haven't noticed both the twins, sirius, and remus have been added to the list of characters i write for

warnings: george with children, children in general, reader is referred to as auntie, swearing

ok so usually your sister would drop off your niece at school

but today she ended up having to go in super early because of an emergency, so you offered to take maisie to school today

the school is like a few blocks away from her house so the two of you just walk there

obviously she's like 4 so you walk her to her classroom

and you're saying your goodbyes, and you're literally like 2 seconds from leaving when she's like "wait, let me introduce you to my favorite teacher!"

she's off before you can even respond

so you just stand there for a few minutes, waiting on her to come back

you were expecting her to come back with a sweet little old lady or something

imagine your surprise when she comes back holding the hand of a very tall, very handsome man

"auntie, this is mr. weasley, mr. weasley, this is my auntie!"

the two of you make eye contact and you give him a little wave

"ah, so you're the famous aunt that little maisie is always talking about? well it's a pleasure to meet you!"

he holds his hand out for you to shake and of course you do because it would be rude not to???

"it's nice to meet you as well! maisie says that you're her favorite"

the two of you chat for a few minutes and the whole time he literally cannot take his eyes off of you

maisie has literally run off somewhere to play with her friends and the two of you are still making small talk

eventually another one of the teachers comes over and gently reminds him that he needs to get back to work

before he leaves he asks if you're going to be picking maisie up today and you say yes without hesitation

even though you haven't asked her mother yet whoops

but the two of you exchange a few words of goodbye before you practically SPRINT back home

when your sister gets home you're like "why didn't you tell me maisie's teacher was hot as shit"

and she's just fucking laughing at you because you're so upset over this (as you should be because hiding george weasley from someone?? criminal)

and that's when you remember that you promised that you'd pick up maisie today

ofc she let's you because she is finding this way more amusing than she should

so you best believe that you are outside that classroom at 3:30 sharp

it seems like george has also been waiting for this moment because he decides to personally walk maisie out today

when he sees you his whole demeanor brightens up

he talked his coworkers to death about how pretty you were, so when you came to pick up maisie they handle all the other kids so the two (three) of y'all can talk amongst yourselves

a/n: i ran out of ideas but i WILL be coming back to this because it is simply too cute

[winchesterwild78]

Unexpected Hunter Pt 4

Chapter Warnings: fluff, SMUT, mention of weapons, Dean being an ass, safe sex, violence, drug use, alcohol, mention of infertility and pregnancy.

a/n: Sorry got a little carried away with this one. Also, I apologize but what I did with Dean is something I really feel he would do. Especially after losing so much in his life. I cried a little writing this. Sorry in advance. I promise it’ll get better.

18+ Minors DNI

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The next morning you woke up to an empty bed. The door to the adjoining room was open. You got up went to the bathroom and got dressed. Once dressed you walked to Sam and Dean’s room. Sam was sitting at the table on his laptop but Dean and Lexi were gone. “Morning Sam. Where’s Dean and Lexi” you asked him. “Hey, good morning y/n. Dean went to grab breakfast and he took Lexi with him.” Sam said without really looking up. “Whatcha doing Sammy” you asked him. “Just some research into the local area and the victims.” He said. “Can I help with anything. I’d like to learn how to at least research” you said kinda pouting. Sam chuckled and explained how they did their research and how they map things out before they head into any fight. “We try to have as much information as we can so we don’t go in blind” he said showing you the screen.

Just then the door swung open and Lexi came bounding in. She ran up to you and licked you. “Hey girl. How are you. Did you sleep good in that big bed all by yourself” you asked petting her. You looked up at Dean but as soon as you looked at him he looked away. What the hell, you thought to yourself. “Hey Dean I’m showing y/n how to research so she can help us out on cases. Figured you’d want to keep her around” Sam said with a smirk. “Shut it Sammy” Dean said with a growl in his voice. Sam spun his head around and looked at Dean “what the hell man, what pissed in your coffee this morning” Sam said and looked over at you.

Tears were pricking your eyes and your heart was breaking. What happened between last night and this morning. Everything was perfect as you drifted off to sleep. That’s when you realized you told him you loved him. Of fuck, way to screw it up. I probably scared him off. It was way too soon to say it. You looked up at Dean and when you made eye contact with him he grabbed his jacket and said “I’m going to the police station and see what I can find out” and he stormed out of the room. You looked at Sam and he got up and took off after him.

You stood up and walked into your room, called Lexi and closed and locked the door. You needed to be alone. You made love to Dean, gave him all of you, fell in love with him and now he can’t look at you. You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. You cried into your pillow and felt the hole in your chest get bigger with every tear that fell. Sam was at the car before Dean could leave. “What the hell Dean. Why are you acting like such a dick this morning. I thought you liked her. Hell you guys have screwed more times in two days than you usually do in a month.” Sam said as he blocked Dean from leaving. “Stay out of it Sammy. My personal life is not your concern. I’ll screw who I want when I want. I don’t need you or her telling me what I can and can’t do. Now move so I can leave.” Dean said through gritted teeth. “No, Dean. I’m coming with you. I have no clue what happened but I’m going with you to the police station. We are still on a case.” Sam climbed in the car and Dean took off towards the station.

After all your tears were done you had a horrible headache. You took some medicine and curled up on the bed with Lexi. You pulled the pillow Dean slept on close to you. You could still smell him on it. Even though he was rejecting you it still brought you comfort. Maybe he’ll talk to me later. You thought as you drifted off to sleep. A few hours later you heard Sam and Dean back in their room. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you just laid in bed. You couldn’t bear to see him right now.

Then there was a knock on the door. “Please go away. I’m not feeling well” you said trying to control your shaking voice. The knocking continued. You just laid there. “Y/n please open up. Dean’s gone. It’s just me.” Sam pleaded through the door. You walked over and unlocked it. As soon as Sam saw you he wrapped his arms around you and you lost it again. “Sammy what did I do.” You said to him. “Everything was perfect. I let him in. He was so sweet and gentle. I love him. I didn’t mean to tell him. It just came out last night after we made love. Oh Sam, I don’t know how to fix this” you said sobbing into his chest. “Shhh, it’s okay y/n. I’m sure we can fix this. Dean just has so many walls up and when he’s confronted with real feelings he gets scared and reacts. I’ll talk to him.” Sam said while rubbing your back. He placed a soft kiss on your head and told you he’d be back.

Sam left and headed toward the local bar. He knew he’d find Dean in there. Sure enough Dean was sitting at the bar with a whiskey in one hand and a blonde in his other. Sam walked up and made eye contact with Dean and saw he already had finished off three drinks. “Don’t start Sam. I mean it.” Dean said. “Dean, come on man. She’s really upset. You’ve got to talk to her” Sam pleaded with his brother. “Not gonna happen Sam. She should have known it was just a good time. She’s the one who caught feelings” Dean said as he stood up. He grabbed the blonde’s hand pulling her towards the door. “Gotta go baby brother. I’ve got more important things to do” He said with a smirk on his face as the woman giggled.

He headed back to the room with her. He knew you were there but he didn’t care. When he got back to the room he saw the door was open. Lexi came bounding into the room and started licking Dean. You ran in after her and stopped dead in your tracks. There Dean was smelling like whiskey with a woman on his arm. You looked at Dean and your heart broke. Tears started streaming down your face. For a second you thought he was going to say something but he just stood there. Fucking coward, you thought. “Come on Lexi. Let’s leave Dean alone with his latest conquest.” You said as you stormed out of the room slamming the door and locking it.

A few minutes later you heard Dean and the blonde going at it. Your heart broke more and then you felt sick. How could three words do so much damage. You know he felt it. He said he felt something. Was it all a lie. Ugh. The blonde was getting louder with every passing minute. You couldn’t take it anymore. You got up got dressed and went to the bar. You didn’t care who or what came after you. You had to get away from him and his conquest.

When you arrived at the bar Sam was sitting at a table. You walked over to him and sat down. “Hey y/n I guess he took her back to the room “ he said. “Yeah he and the blonde are getting to know each other. I couldn’t listen to it for another minute. I had to leave.” You said. The waitress came over and you ordered a double shot of whiskey. When she brought it you tossed it back and ordered another. Again tossed it back as soon as she brought it. Three double shots later and you were on the dance floor grinding on any guy that would let you. Sam tried to get you to sit down and eat something and sober up but you told him no. There was a tall dark haired man with piercing blue eyes dancing with you and letting you rub all over his body. You decided you were taking him back to your room tonight. Consequences be damned.

You waited for Sam to be distracted and you and blue eyes took off towards your room. You didn’t know if Dean was still in his room but you didn’t care. Blue eyes was on you the minute you closed the door. Clothes were flying around and he was kissing you all over your body. He felt good but nothing like Dean. No, stop it! Don’t think about Dean. You thought to yourself. He threw you on the bed and you landed with a yelp. Before you could say anything he slid a condom on and slid right in. He was rough and not in a good way. Moans filled your room and then he flipped you over on your knees. The new angle was deeper. You started yelling and moaning louder. Not realizing how loud you were.

Blue eyes was grunting loudly and slapping your ass. You heard a loud banging on the door and yelling. At first you couldn’t make it out because your face was in the pillow. You picked your head up and heard “who the fuck do you have in there y/n”. It was Dean banging on the door. Blue eyes stopped and you bucked your hips and yelled “oh fuck, yeah, don’t stop. Fuck me”. You knew Dean could hear you and it pissed him off. He started banging louder. Blue eyes started to stop and you shot him a don’t you dare look. He kept going until he came. Once he did he went to the bathroom and removed the condom and got dressed. “Who the fuck is banging on your door” he asked. “Just some jackass. Ignore him” you said. “Hey babe I’m not getting in the middle of drama. Thanks for the fuck. I’m leaving” he said as he walked out.

Once he was gone you grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around you and went to open the door. Dean was still banging on it. You opened the door and said “what the fuck do you want Dean”. He looked at you and saw you were naked and for a second you thought he looked hurt. “Who the hell did you have in here y/n” he asked as he stormed in your room. “What the hell do you care, Dean. What about your blonde bimbo” you snapped back. He just stared at you. “Dean I want you to leave. I’m not in the mood to fight with you. I know where I stand with you. Once we get back to the bunker I’m leaving. So please leave my room. I’m exhausted and I want to go to bed.” You said not able to look at him. Dean stood there for a minute. His whole world spiraling and he didn’t know what to do. He hurt you bad and he knew it. All he wanted to do was to kiss you and tell you he loved you too but he couldn’t. He looked at you and said “okay, y/n I’m sorry” and he walked away shutting the door behind him. You collapsed on the floor sobbing. God this man frustrated you. Why wouldn’t he fight for you. Did you really mean so little to him. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, got dressed and crawled into bed. You fell asleep after about an hour of crying.

The next morning you woke up with a massive headache. You grabbed water and Tylenol. After about 30 minutes you got in the shower. You got dressed and prepared yourself to see Dean. You unlocked the door and knocked. Sam answered and offered you a hug. “I’m sorry y/n. Dean told me everything. You don’t have to leave. You’re more than welcome to stay.” Sam said. “I appreciate it Sam, but I don’t think I can. It hurts too much. Now let’s dive into this case so you boys can protect this town.” You said sitting at the table. The door opened and Dean walked in with 3 coffees and some breakfast. You looked at him and for the first time since yesterday morning he looked in your eyes. His eyes were puffy and sad. You knew he had been crying and your heart clenched. You wanted nothing more than to hug him, but you stayed put. “I got coffee and breakfast sandwiches for everyone” Dean said in a very quiet voice. “Thank you, Dean” was all you said. He felt his heart clench when you said his name.

After you ate and drank your coffee you dove into the research. You could feel Dean staring at you and when Sam would notice he’d clear his throat. A few hours later you realized a connection between all the missing and the victims. “Oh my goodness guys, look. All the victims are women between the ages of 20-35. Unmarried and of child bearing age. The ones that turned up dead all had noticeable scarring to their uterus which would cause fertility issues. The vamps are targeting women who can have children. They are trying to breed instead of turn. Holy shit guys.” You said breaking the silence in the room. Sam said “so that means they have to be near a hospital or doctor’s office”. He pulled out a map and found the nearest hospital. Right beside it was an abandoned building. He pulled up the deed information and it belonged to a doctor. “Got it. I think this is where they are. Dean let’s go do some surveillance before we head in.” Sam said. Dean stood up and looked at you in awe. You made eye contact with him and almost said something but stopped. You looked away and told them both to be careful. You stood and Sam pulled you in to a big hug and kissed your head. “You’re amazing y/n” he said as he pulled away. Dean just stood there looking a little frustrated and sad. The guys headed out the door and climbed in the car. You sat back down at the table.

Dean got in the car and looked at Sam but didn’t say anything. He wanted to tell him he screwed up and ask his brother how to fix it but he kept quiet. A few minutes later they pulled into a lot near the building. They crept up to it and looked inside. Sure enough there were the missing women and they counted 4 vamps. There was another woman on a bed who wasn’t part of the missing reports they had. She was about 30 and looked very pregnant. Dean looked at Sam shocked. You were right. They were breeding vampires. The brothers headed back to the car to make a plan.

“Okay so I counted 4 vamps and at least 6 women, including the pregnant one.” Dean said. “There has to be another vamp. One that is calling the shots. I think we should wait and see who else shows up. We need to make sure we get all of them.” Sam said as he climbed in the car. Dean wanted to get this over with but he knew Sam was right.

While the guys were gone you started looking for a new place to stay. You had a degree so getting a job wouldn’t be hard, but where would you go. You couldn’t stay near the bunker because it would hurt too much to see Dean, but you loved the area. You decided you would move just outside the area and get a hotel room until you found a permanent place. You sighed because your whole word has been turned upside down since you were attacked. You really thought you found home and found the one. You felt so stupid to have fallen so fast.

You decided to take Lexi for a walk and hopefully clear your head. Grabbing your shoes and the leash you left a note for the guys in case they came back before you. Walking outside the sunlight and fresh air hit you. It washed over your body and it felt amazing. Lexi was excited to be outside and was jumping around. You laughed at her. At least you still have her you thought.

You found a little park and decided to let her run a bit. The part as pretty empty and she really needed to stretch her legs. You sat on a bench and watched her run around you and play. Lexi was a good dog. She always stayed close to you even off her leash. As you were watching her a man sat down on the bench beside you. He was a little older. Maybe early 50s with gray hair and deep brown eyes. He definitely was good looking. You two exchanged some polite small talk while you kept an eye on Lexi. “So you don’t look like you’re from around here” the man said with a voice that sent a chill down your spine. “No, just passing through. I’m gonna be leaving soon” you said. “That’s a shame. I’d like to get some coffee or something with you” the man said. You blushed and for some reason you said you’d like that too.

You took Lexi back to the room and met the mystery man at the local diner.

He was already there when you arrived. You offered him a soft smile and sat down. “I hope you don’t mind but I went ahead and ordered you a coffee” he said as he motioned to the cup in front of you. “Oh thank you” you said as you poured creamer and sugar in the cup. You learned he was a local doctor who grew up here and after med school came back as his way to give back to the place that made him who he was. He told you he had four siblings but no special person or children in his life. He was so easy to talk to. He touched your hand and gave you a smile that made your hair stand on end. Your heart rate picked up. Oh god, was he a vamp? You thought to yourself. “Um, I’ll be back. I’m going to head to the restroom” you said. As you stood up you felt a little dizzy. You made it to the bathroom and tried to call Dean. He picked up and all you could say was “Dean” before you hit the floor.

“Sweetheart, you okay. Talk to me.” Then he heard a thud and the line went dead. “Sam it’s y/n she said my name and I think she passed out. We have to go now!” He said as he threw the car in reverse and took off.

Mystery man had collected you from the bathroom and put you in his car. Nobody questioned him when he carried you out because of course he’s a doctor.

Dean was in a panic trying to get back to the hotel. When they arrived they found Lexi but not you. “Damn where is she Sammy?!” Dean yelled as he punched the wall. “We will find her Dean. Let’s start asking around town. She couldn’t have gone far” Sam said trying to reassure his brother. They got in the car and drove to the stores and restaurants in town. Each place they went to turned up nothing. The last place was the diner. They walked in and the waitress told them to sit wherever. Dean walked up to the counter and said they were looking for their friend. He described you and the woman said “I think she was in here not long ago. She was with Dr Lincoln. He’s so dreamy”. Dean rolled his eyes. “Did you see where they went” he asked full of frustration. “Oh yeah, the poor dear collapsed in the bathroom. Dr Lincoln took her out. I’m sure he took her to his clinic. He’s such a good man. Always taking care of the people in this town.” The waitress said. Dean gave Sam a look. “Where is his clinic” they both asked. The waitress gave them directions and the colored drained from their faces. His clinic is inside the hospital. They thanked her and ran towards the car. “It’s okay Dean we will save her.” Sam said to Dean. “Sammy I can’t lose her. I should have told her. I love her. I’m just scared Sam. Everything I love leaves.” He said choking back tears.

Dr Lincoln arrived at the building and three of the vamps helped him get you inside. “She smells delightful. She’ll make a great addition to our family” one of the men said. Dr Lincoln growled “hands off. This one is mine.” They tied you to the chair and you started to come to. Your head was pounding and you were still groggy. “What, where am I” you asked as your eyes adjusted. You realized you were tied up. Dr Lincoln walked closer to you and smiled. Showing you his fangs. You gasped. “Don’t worry darlin, I’m going to take real good care of you.” He said as his brushed his hands over your neck. He inhaled deeply taking in your scent. Your heart was pounding and all you could think about was Dean. A single tear slid down your face. You didn’t want to die without telling him one last time you loved him.

Dean was driving as fast as he could. When they got to the hospital they took off towards the clinic. The office was closed but Dean kicked the door in. He and Sam searched every room. You weren’t there. “Sammy where the hell are they” Dean asked frustrated. “I don’t know. We will find them” Sam tried to reassure him.

One of the other vamps came over and took a long smell of you. He leaned down and smelled all the way up your body. He jumped back and look startled at mid level. “What the fuck” he said. “Uh boss, we’ve got a problem with this one” All you could think about was the girls who ended up dead because they couldn’t have a baby. This is it you thought. I’m going to die. You closed your eyes and all you saw was Dean’s beautiful green eyes and his smile. “I love you Dean” you whispered. Dr Lincoln came over and the other guy started whispering. “Fuck!” Was all Dr Lincoln said. I should have checked before I took her. I’ll figure out what to do with her.” He said and you opened your eyes. His dark eyes looking at you. “I should have smelled it as soon as I met you. Now you’re useless to me right now.” He hissed at you. “What, what should you have smelled” you asked with a tremble in your voice. “You’re already spoiled. You’re pregnant” he said.

“What, I’m pregnant” you whispered out. Oh my god. I’m pregnant with Dean’s baby. Joy and sorrow filled your heart. You loved him and would want to have his baby, but you aren’t going to live long enough to have it. Oh Dean, I’m so sorry” you thought before everything went dark.

Part 5

Forever tags: @nescaveckdaily @nescaveckwriter @kr804573 @jensengirl83 @k-slla @jackles010378

[euphreana]

The Shape of Truth - Chapter 7: Unit 531

Masterpost

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Knightly Storage required a passcode to get in. The key tag hadn’t included that - it just had the name and unit number; 531. And 531 wasn’t the code.

The storage building was a tall, stone structure with a side entrance hidden from the street by some towering bushes. An awning over the door blocked the rain as Ambrosius stared at the keypad next to the doorway. Nimona, next to him, shifted into a hulking humanoid with large hands.

“We could break in.” She said with a grin, flexing an arm.

Ambrosius rolled his eyes.

“That would be illegal.”

Nimona smirked and shifted back to a teen.

“As if today wasn’t already toeing the line.”

“We didn’t… break any laws.”

“Sure. We just bent them a little.”

“Exactly. A knight must uphold the rules that keep us in order.”

Nimona groaned.

“Come on… don’t tell me you haven't broken at least ONE rule at least ONCE in your life.”

Ambrosius still looked unamused.

“Even if I did, I wouldn't be telling YOU about it.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because I still don't know anything about you! I don't even know how old you are, or if ‘Nimona’ is even your real name!”

Nimona was silent while Ambrosius tried to figure out the door code, punching in several numerical combinations off the top of his head. The keypad flashed red each time.

Nimona’s voice broke his concentration.

“They never told you how your dad really died, did they?” she said, seemingly out of nowhere.

Ambrosius gave her a side glance.

“What in Gloreth's name are you talking about?”

“I mean you were just a kid - they didn't want you to think he was a bad man or anything - nothing you could possibly blabber to the wrong person about. They told you he went out for a few drinks with his knight buddies, got plastered, and then walked in front of a speeding truck, right?”

Ambrosius looked wary.

“That's... what happened.”

“That's what they WANTED you to think happened. That's what they wanted EVERYONE to think happened. They couldn't let Gloreth's name get dragged in the mud, could they?”

Ambrosius didn’t look convinced.

“So you're saying there was a coverup.”

"I'm saying you never saw him drunk before, did you?”

“I don’t remember. Maybe?”

“Believe me, you didn’t.”

“How would you know?”

“I’m telling you - I’m full of information about your family.”

Ambrosius turned back to the keypad.

“Aaaand now you're just sounding creepy. One less reason for me to trust you.”

“Think about it though! The man never got drunk. So how did he get so tipsy that night he didn't see the truck coming?”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“Hey, you don't have to take my word for it - with your rank, you can go to the medical records building and see the original coroner's report for yourself.”

Ambrosius typed in another combination.

“Maybe I will. Or maybe I won't. What difference would it make? He’s still dead.”

The keypad flashed red again. Ambrosius sighed. He was quickly realizing he could stand here all day trying different combinations and none of them work. He waved a hand towards the other side of the building.

“Come on, let’s go to the office.”

“I still vote ‘break in’.”

Ambrosius gave her a weary look. Nimona held her hands up.

“I mean bend, not break.”

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There was already a woman arguing with the clerk when Nimona, now matching Ambrosius’s height and age, entered the office, followed by Ambrosius himself. Fortunately, there was another worker passing by whom Nimona was able to flag down.

“Heeeeeey… I totally forgot the passcode for the door. Could you let me in?”

The worker pointed to the desk.

“Sure, just show them your ID.”

“ID… yeah… you know, I think I left it at home. I just ran over here to get something” she dangled the storage key in her hand.

The worker gave a forced smile.

“Talk to the desk.”

They both looked at the discussion at the desk. It didn’t look like it was going to end soon.

Nimona held a hand up, “Come on, me and my brother just need to grab something real quick.”

“Talk to the desk.”

“What if I slid you a 20 goldpiece?”

“Talk to the desk.” The worker pushed past her, off on their own errand.

Nimona glanced at Ambrosius with a look that said ‘ok we tried it your way and it didn’t work.’ Ambrosius shrugged and jerked his head towards the desk. This could still work - his own ID would draw attention, but maybe Nimona could work something out.

“For the last time, we can’t let you use acid on the lock!” The clerk behind the desk was saying, “You either find your key or find a licensed locksmith to remove the lock for you.”

The woman in front of the desk waved a hand desperately.

“But what if—”

“We can recommend a locksmith for you if you don’t want to do the footwork yourself.”

“— I fill the lock with water, and then freeze it! Water expands when frozen, so the lock should break right off!”

“Miss Bitsmore, there are other people waiting in line behind you.”

“It’s Blitzmeyer! Meredith Blitzmeyer!”

“Miss Blitzmeyer, would you like the number for the locksmith or not?”

“I’m telling you, I can’t afford a locksmith! My lab burned down and I’m living off savings!”

Ambrosius’s ears perked up. The initials from the sword invoice flashed in his mind. MB!

The clerk didn’t miss a beat, sliding a business card across the desk.

“You can find the number here. Let us know when you plan to come. Next!”

The woman waved her hands in exasperation and stomped out the door, not bothering to take the card. The clerk tapped an intercom button on the desk.

“Hey, keep an eye on unit 531 - we might get someone trying to break into it.” Then the clerk looked up at Nimona. “Can I help you?”

Nimona gave a toothy grin.

“Heyyyy, I need to get in but I forgot the passcode. My ID is—”

Ambrosius hurried forward and grabbed Nimona by the arm.

“Hey you know what? I think I remember where you left your ID!” He pulled her toward the door. “Come on!”

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It had started to rain in earnest now. Meredith Blitzmeyer walked hands-free, umbrella balanced on her shoulder thanks to the weights built into the bent shaft and handle. She'd designed that part herself, and more.

“Excuse me missus umbrella lady...”

Meredith looked down to see a small boy suddenly standing in front of her. He was dressed in tatters and looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“I can't find my mommy... She went through that scary alley over there.” the child pointed, shivering in the rain. “Could you help me find her? Pwease....?” He looked up at her with sad puppy eyes.

Meredith glanced around. There were other people walking down the street, but nobody was stopping to see if the child was alright. Nobody except her. She sighed.

“Come on, let’s find your mom.” She took the child by the hand and started down the alleyway.

She hadn’t gotten far before she sensed someone else behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was a tall, hooded figure barely a meter behind her. Of course. Meredith could have slapped herself for being so gullible.

The hooded figure reached out, but Meredith was faster. Before either the child or the stranger could react, she’d swung her umbrella off her shoulder, collapsing it and shoving the end into the stranger’s chest. A crackle of electricity rippled through the air and the hooded figured dropped like a stone.

Meredith broke into a run. The street was close. Just a few meters… A beastly snarl echoed down the alley as a set of jaws clamped around her leg, yanking her to the ground. Meredith tried to get back up, but the grip on her leg wouldn’t let go. It started to drag her backwards, away from the street, back into the dark alley.

The electrified umbrella was still in her hands. Meredith turned and swung it at the beast, electricity arcing at its tip. She almost hit it. It let go of her instead, ducking out of the way. That was all the time she needed to get back to her feet. But before she could run, the hooded figure slammed into her, knocking her back to the ground. Then the beast - a large, pink wolf - grabbed the umbrella in its jaws and yanked it away.

Meredith blinked in surprise. Pink? The next thing she knew, the hooded figure had rolled off her and the wolf was towering above her, teeth bared.

A man’s voice rang out, angry.

“Who are you working for?!”

The question caught Meredith by surprise.

“What?!”

“We know you ordered the sword!”

“I didn’t—”

“We have paperwork - with your initials on it! You had the sword - the sword that killed the queen - the sword that framed Ballister, that got him killed…” The man’s voice broke.

Meredith tried to look at the source of the voice, but the wolf growled at the slightest movement. The man found his voice again, wavering as it was.

“I should turn you in now. There’s enough evidence here. That’ll be enough to prove his innocence, and then… then…”

The wolf spoke in a female voice.

“Hey, keep it together man. We’ve got an interrogation here.”

Meredith, fully bewildered by now, broke in.

“I didn’t do it! They ordered the sword in my name and then burned down my lab when I said I wouldn’t put the blaster in it! …. I can show you the emails!”

The man sank to his knees next to her. Meredith got a look at his face.

“Wait, you’re the Goldenlocks guy!”

Ambrosius didn’t bat an eye.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“Ohhh no… I- I didn’t do anything wrong! I swear I thought I was designing mining equipment! Good Gloreth I talk too much…”

“Why didn’t you say something after they arrested Ballister?”

“I thought he was the one who’d ordered the sword! I- I didn’t want to get in any more trouble!” Meredith blinked several times under her glasses. “They already killed my friends in the fire…”

There was a long silence. Then the wolf spoke again.

“You think she’s telling the truth?”

“Not all of it.” Ambrosius turned back to Meredith. “You said there were emails. Show me.”

Meredith hesitated.

“Ah, you see, I don’t have my work email on my phone - I use my laptop for that. And I left that at home.”

Silence. Meredith spoke again.

“So if you could let me go….”

“We found this at your old lab.” Ambrosius said, holding up the misplaced storage key.

Meredith’s eyes grew wide. Ambrosius pocketed the key and continued.

“Meet us at the library. We’ll be in a study room under the name ‘Goldenlocks’. Bring the laptop. Otherwise I toss the key and give the sword invoice to Security.”

“But… I have somewhere to be…”

“You have two hours.”

Meredith looked like she wanted to say something else, but thought better of it. She didn’t want to get on the bad side of a noble, much less a knight. She nodded instead.

The wolf backed up. Meredith scuttled backwards, grabbing her umbrella and getting to her feet. She paused to brush the water from her clothes.

"If I can ask... You said you thought Ballister was framed. Why? Didn't he confess to the murder?"

Ambrosius hesitated.

"I don't think that confession was from him. It didn't... sound like him."

Meredith gave an unimpressed “Oh,” then flicked her umbrella open and hurried back to the street. Still in the alley, Nimona shifted back to dog form, suddenly dry as she ducked under an overhang. Ambrosius turned away, rubbing his eyes. Nimona looked up at him.

“You okay, boss?”

Ambrosius didn’t look at her.

“… It was just yesterday. They published the confession at noon, and he was dead before sunset.” He leaned back against the wall. “I didn’t even get to see him...”

Nimona sat next to him, pressing her furry head under his hand. Ambrosius reflexively ran his fingers through her fur, appreciating the softness. He cracked the faintest smile. So that was what having a dog was like.

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