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yourlocalsmutwriter · 2 days ago

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Mr. Beerastri and the bad shoot day - Creative director! Oscar Piastri x reader

cw: semi- public, road head, object insertion, more specifically creative use of a beer bottle, jealous! Oscar

The words "Satchi and Satchi can suck it" would come back to bite Oscar Jack Piastri in the ass sooner than he imagined. The Heineken 0 percent beer commercial with Max Verstappen was coveted. It was a sure win for an agency. And he got it. Oscar knew that Formula 1 fans were big consumers. He'd seen the Tiktoks, run the numbers. Hell, he even had a throwaway just to look at the competition and support McLaren on the grid. Hopefully, Lando Norris appreciated the extra like from user123456789. But Oscar also knew you had to impress the fandom. Give them something new. Different. Clever. Something they'd relate to.

Another thing Oscar knew was how excited you were about the thing. Honestly, he'd never hear you scream so loud, well bar that one time you were doing copy for Leelo, and they had graciously sent over a box of toys for the office. No one noticed how the vibrator you were most impressed by swiftly disappeared by the end of the work day. No one questioned Oscar, saying he'd drop you off at the bus stop with his car, after all he gave almost everyone the occasional lift here. None of Oscar's neighbors filed noise complaints miraculously. Even when he made you cum as many times as you had caption variants for him to check. When you looked at the billboards you still remembered the buzz of the toy against your clit as your creative director was eating you out, telling you how you've got one more in you, how Mr. Piastri hasn't even fucked you properly yet, won't you be a nice intern and let your boss slide his dick inside your perfect pussy. Safe to say that story did not make it to the debrief or the little Instagram post announcing the campaign. Oscar liked to joke that the things you said should be left as reviews, and you nearly chucked the thing at his head, still buzzing.

This was nothing like that time. Mr. Piastri could sense it in the air. Sure, he had taken the celebration blowjob. You were all over him, naturally. He swears you would ride him on the desk if you could, making him move the Flexispot to just where your hips meet. But you behave until you're out of sight, until you've already left his car, went home and texted him. And suddenly, Oscar's conveniently parked up behind your place. Road head doesn't really lose his novelty when if you do it every other week. There's something about the thrill. The fact that Oscar's windows are just tinted enough to not get him into legal trouble. That it's hot enough for him to open the windows, that you have to still every time his overpriced radio jams when there's no signal. Oscar hasn't even peeled out of his parking spot when you undo his zipper. He's aware that he looks like a lunatic, talking to you about the pitch, as you're tracing the veins on his cock with your tongue.

"And they liked your idea too, Max laughed at the mock TikTok we had to film." He says, as you take him deeper.

"We're still gonna have to iron out some little bits and bobs about the script." Your hand is wrapped against the rest of his length, gripping him just right.

"I'm having the senior editor look at it first, but you can definitely help them out." Up you go, tongue teasing his tip, fist following the movements of your mouth. God, you even researched how to give blowjobs. He remembers the first time you tried it, you were nervous and inexperienced, probably just a few annoying college dudes under your belt. Well, you were under their belt, more accurately. And look at you now, sucking him off and enjoying yourself.

He thanks the worst rush hour traffic of his life for allowing you to just be there. Lapping at him. He saves the good news for last. Rambles on about the meeting as a whole, what it means. Yadda yadda, timeline stuff. Potential awards. Then he "lets it slip" that he's taking you to set on shoot day. Educational purposes and all. Oscar doesn't remember teaching you how to deep throat him, how to take all of his cock and be a choking, drooling mess on it. He wonders if you practiced on the dildo you have and hide from him. He can picture you, late at night, while he can't be with you, in front of a mirror. Did you learn from an article or a video just for him. The way you look at him is what drives him over the edge. That one is all you, not "borrowed knowledge." It's the same look you give him while he's explaining something in front of everyone. Sheer admiration. And this time it gets you a mouthful of jizz. Oscar gives you a breather. He's kind, as if he wasn't just fucking the last bits of his cum down your throat. Telling you how good you were. Stroking your hair, your jaw. Promising you your favorite takeout as a "pallette cleanser." It all fits, with the domestic bliss you get sucked in when you enter his apartment. There's your stuff here, a toothbrush, some clothes, a replica of an expensive perfume that he secretly swapped with the real thing. Here, you can curl up around him, hold hands, kiss, whisper all the filthy thoughts that you had about each other during the day. He wishes it was like this forever.

The cruel reality of a workday reminds him it can't be. They tick on and on. Mundane, the same. It's so busy in the summer, all the clients waking up from hibernation, it seems. Your deadline is looming closer, and none of you say anything about it. He knows he's got the junior salary in the budget for you, he drafted a contract right after your first major project. He can't rush yet.

The couple of weeks "apart" are annoying. Oscar makes everyone, but you late for work one day because you sent him an audio of you getting off in the middle of the night. He has to listen to it over and over again in the morning as he lazily tugs on his cock. The calls from work slow him down, but don't stop him. Hair still damp from the shower, and late to every pick-up point, he bribes them with a shorter workday. Thank fuck his McLaren is flashy enough for people to know that he is someone and to let him through. To be fair, he was famous in the advertising industry. Any resemblance to other celebrities was purely fictional.

Even when he did karting non-stop as a kid, Oscar didn't really wanna be an F1 driver. It was impractical. Far away from his calm nature. But now, on set, he craved nothing more. Just so he could put Max Verstappen in the wall with his car. The Dutchman was polite. Brief. Professional. He valued his time. But as soon as you stepped in, he was James Hunt. Sebastian Vettel with journalists. Fernando Alonso, in that one picture with the blonde girl. You know the one. Oscar knows what Max is thinking. That you're a nice little intern, easily impressed. It was your eyes, how you watched starstruck next to Oscar. While the creative director was rapidly making notes in his head, he could hear you say a very quiet wow. They do so many takes of the same swig of beer, refilling the bottle with water between takes that it's undrinkable, the driver complains. He asks you to get a new one, and instead of holding your ground and telling him that's not your job, you do. Max watches your legs as you practically run. Touches your fingers just too long when he takes it. Adds a "schatje" at the end of his thank you. Oscar imagines his production chair as a cuckchair. He wants to wrap up. No, he needs to take you over his lap and spank you until you're red and begging for his cock. He just settles on being what the 3rd party agreement from your uni describes him as a company coach. So he pushes down the jealousy and instead goes in Oscarexplain mode. Telling you about the importance of visualization and reverse engineering and all that. Reminding you to note even the smallest things from this for the future. Keeping your eyes on him and not the 4 time world champion.

You would think the last take would be the end of this. But Max takes down your Instagram, for bts on the agency or some bullshit. Oscar can't watch this. He goes to the fridge and pulls out a beer. 0 percent, a nul punt nulletje as the Dutchman called it. Whatever the fuck that is. He pats his pockets for his keys and remembers how you got him a bottle opener keychain. You loved gifting the little trinkets to him so much that there was no space anymore. That's why the anvill bottle opener was on his car keys. Oscar still drove you here, to the lot super far from anything else. Including public transport that didn't even run. You're still fawning over Max when he has to step in. Your boss reminds you about the commute back, how he still has to drop you off, how it's a shame you live so far from him too. You smile one last time at Max, and you're following Oscar back to the car.

Oscar drums against the ice cold bottle. He knows that it's safe to drive if he drinks it. That's the whole point of the campaign. But his brain isn't letting him. So he just sets it aside as you get in and offers it to you. You take it with no qualms, wrapping your lips around it. His mind thinks of you doing the same to Verstappen's dick and the car swerves. Not very "passed my license from the first try" of him. Oscar looks at you first, but you're okay, just a bit of the beer spilled on your chest. He does the math in his head, how you're still so far off from anything but industrial zones and film crews.

"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" He asks as he parks, and you expect him to pull out a tissue box from somewhere. But he just unbuckles his seat belt and moves towards you, lips attaching themselves to your chest, catching the sticky drops. First alcohol free beer that he tasted and liked, he thinks. The straps of your dress are down, and you're dangerously close being completely topless, exposed.

"Finish your beer and get in the backseat." He commands, like he tells you that you have a typo in your copy. Oscar gets a glimpse of college you, the you he could've met if he didn't start school early and complete the ridiculous fast track programs for reduced room and board. If he didn't chase every scholarship, he would have seen you at a party. Head back, eyes closed, throat moving as you chug. You place the bottle at your feet and get out, pretending not to look at Oscar as he grabs it, as he opens the little thing in the car and gets out a pack of condoms.

Oscar gets in and neatly sets them next to you. He trails a hand up your thigh and says, "Spread," and you do. He's between your legs, nose against your clit, and just about who you think he's gonna taste you, he just moves your underwear to the side and he spits.

"Not a good lubricant, and you know it." You quip from above. That earns your pussy a smack and a thought that they don't pay you enough for what the bill will be when you soak the McLaren seats. Oscar watches you, as he opens a condom and rolls it on the beer bottle, the whole thing looking obscene and laughable. Safe driving indeed, he thinks and in his mind there's a whole campaign forming already, Magnum and Heineken colabs flying off the shelf.

"Do you know why I'm doing this." He asks as he slowly presses the neck of the bottle against your opening. He has to wonder if there's enough lube on the condom for this to not hurt, to feel good instead. Usually he'd make you cum first, have you wet and needy for him, before any penetration. It felt good for you, it felt good for him, and not to brag, bit it also didn't take long. And now, this.

"I don't, please tell me, Mr. Piastri." You say as he notches the bottle inside you. It's a slight sting, unfamiliar, but you take it.

"What were you doing with Verstappen earlier." He asks as he searches for a rhythm. It's harder when he can't feel you, doesn't know whether you're squeezing or not.

"Talking." You say, breath labored. Oscar's doing something different at every thrust. Making you wetter, now it's easier to take the whole thing. He takes it out, tracing the rim of it against your clit, up and down. Your leg shakes, the barest twitch, but it's enough to tell him everything.

"No, you were flirting. When you know that I couldn't do anything about it. When you know you're only mine." He says, sliding the bottle back inside of you, this time with more ease. Of course he even figured that out, how to fuck you with an inanimate object. And fuck you well, judging by the sounds you were making.

"That's not true, I never wanted him. I need you, I belong to you." You groan out.

"It's not enough to tell me, sweetheart. You gotta show me. Gotta take anything I give you, okay." He clarifies. You nod and it's enough for him. Last time he made you "use your words" you reminded him that more than 90 percent of communication is nonverbal. He stopped fucking you every time you moaned that night, edging you until you had a completely silent orgasm. Oscar might not have looked it, but he did like punishments. That's why he pushes the bottle from the bottom, palm against it as he rubs your clit. It's too much, makes you too sensitive, but he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down. Your cunt sings to him, the plap plap plap of your wetness against the glass. Soon enough you're cumming, and Oscar doesn't let up just yet. He fucks you through it.

Oscar keeps the bottle. It's not exactly a souvenir, he's way too experienced to be sentimental. But as something, a reminder for you. Because every time you look at his desk, it's there. Showing you just who you belong to.

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baji-side-sideblog · 22 hours ago

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Clipped Bird Chapter 4

Chapter 1, ch 2, ch 3, current, 5 the end

‧₊˚ ཐི⋆𓆩ᗢ𓆪⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ‧₊˚ ཐི⋆𓆩ᗢ𓆪⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ‧₊˚ ཐི⋆𓆩ᗢ𓆪⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ‧₊˚

Waking up, your body feels heavy. Looking around you shoot up in your bed, seeing you’re in your old room. You’re in the mansion, Jason fucking kidnapped you that jerk. Getting up you try opening the door, but it’s locked; huffing you look around your room hoping there is some object to help you. Though after a few minutes of searching you find nothing, which isn’t surprising knowing them. This is such a nightmare, hopefully Alfred can come help you out of this, or at least talk some sense into the others.

Listening in your ears picks up the sounds of footsteps, immediately you hide in the shadows. The door opens and Damian steps in, using the opportunity you sneak out. The door slams close behind you and you can hear the younger robin looking around your room for you. Quickly you move, keeping an eye out for the others especially when you hear them run over to your room.

Turning a corner you bump right into Alfred, his hands land on your shoulders keeping you still. Looking at him, you feel your breath hitch. You cling onto him tightly, shaking a bit and tearing up, he gently pets your head to soothe you.

“Please, help me get out of here. Please dad.”

Alfred’s grip on you tightens a bit, he’s glad you can’t see his face. The pain and conflict that his eyes can’t hide no matter how much he tries. He just wants to make sure you’re safe, but he hates to see you upset.

“I can’t, they have everything on lock down.”

“But I’m sneaky, can’t we do anything at all?”

“We always have a back up little bird,” Dick’s voice cuts through the air, “You scared the heck out of us with that disappearing act of yours. Glad you’re ok though. You really need to stop disappearing and reappearing.”

Turning around seeing Dick walk over to you, you hide behind Alfred. The butler holds his hand up, stopping him.

“You can’t rush them, you must give them time to readjust,” he holds your hand, rubbing his thumb against it, “You’ll only make things worse by rushing them.”

“Right, of course. How about I get you some food? Would you like that little bird?”

“No, leave me alone Richard.”

Dick clutches his heart in pain hearing you call him that, “Ok, ok, I’ll give you some space.”

Once he walks away, you peak your head out from behind Alfred. You play with his hand trying to calm yourself down, taking deep breath after deep breath.

“Let me guess, they put a tracker on me…”

Alfred nods, “They did, I’m sorry my dear.”

“If I have to interact with them, can you at least tell my friend Jenny I’m ok?”

“I can do that for you.”

You hug him again and tell him Jenny’s number, when you hear stomping coming closer. It’s Damian and he looks super upset probably from you locking him in your room, he huffs grabbing your arm.

“You’re coming with me, and you’re not getting out of hanging out with me.”

Alfred tries to chime up for you, but Damian is already dragging you away towards the living room. He makes you sit across from him Titus jumping onto your lap laying over you. Least he makes this more bearable. You cling onto the dog petting his shoulder and head.

“Why did you leave?”

You pause for a second thinking, your words didn’t get anywhere with Tim. But even if Damian is a pain in the ass with anger issues, he’s also a kid still. The least you can do is give him the truth. Give him what the others haven’t given to you, honest communication.

“Cause I didn’t feel like I belonged, except with Alfred of course,” you don’t look up at him, focusing on Titus to keep you steady, “To me I wasn’t family to any of you, so I blocked you from my heart to make the pain less. A part of me did want to stay for Alfred, but I didn’t want to be suffocated in this house of pain. It’s complicated Damian.”

“You know it’s because you’re not a vigilante, right?”

“I know it was to ’keep me safe’, but it doesn’t erase the pain. You can only tell yourself something for so long till it means nothing anymore.”

The boy huffs and pets Alfred the cat as he trots over. You’re glad he’s at least not arguing with you about it, maybe it’s cause this is the most open you’ve been with them. And he doesn’t want to fuck it up.

“I want to…” he grimaces, struggling to get the right words, “I still want to be your little brother.”

Your heart aches hearing that, you want to run away fear of being hurt, angry that now they want you in the family. But you so badly want to accept it. You screamed at Tim for trying to get you back to the family, but you can’t help but give Damian leeway due to his age. Plus at least he has always been honest about his feelings about you.

“…It’ll take time for me to let you in again. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do that. Especially since y’all kidnapped me from my college and locked me in the house.”

“Well if you just talked with Tim and agreed to visit none of this would have happened,” he huffs and you swear the kid was pouting a bit.

“He was asking for a lot and I was emotionally not doing well. Plus he’s not a kid like you.”

He stares at you for a solid five seconds, “That means I’m the favorite, correct?”

You hold back a stiff laugh wiping your cheeks dry from the remaining wetness from your earlier emotions. It feels weird all of this even almost laughing like they hadn’t kidnapped you. But you’re feeling all over the place today anyways might as well cut yourself some slack. Jason walks in before you can answer Damian’s question, moving to sit besides you. You grumble and try to scoot away as much as you can with Titus in your lap. Damian gave his older brother a glare for interrupting the two of you.

“It’s good to have you back, little bird.”

“Yeah, ok. Uh,” you freeze up not sure what to say. You and Jason never really bonded too much together plus he always scared you when you were a kid.

“I know it’s awkward, but this is for you’re own good. It’s too dangerous out there for you to be by yourself.”

“Damian you’ll be my favorite if you kick Jason out of the room.”

“What?? I just got here, what did I do?!”

Damian grabs Jason trying to drag him away from you. Jason of course fights back and the two tussle for a bit, ending in Jason sitting on the floor and Damian sitting next to you.

“Eh good enough, thank you Damian.”

“Kid you can’t just sick Damian on us just cause you’re upset.”

Damian huffs, “You’re just jealous they like me more.”

“Shut you,” he looks back to you.

“And you can’t expect me to get over everything so fast, least of all after you kidnapped me, Jason Todd.”

“You were getting robbed, that school was obviously too dangerous for you to stay at.”

“That school was still something important to me! And you took it from me.”

“Tim already transferred your classes to online ones, you’ll still have it,” he sighs his hand running through his hair, “I get not liking Bruce or anyone, I’ve been there, I'm still there. But it will be easier for all of us if you don’t fight with us.”

You huff and look away, it’s easier being angry. To growl and snarl at them. But it’s so tiring too, it makes you feel drained. All you want right now is Jenny and Alfred.

“You let me talk to my best friend and then I’ll ‘relax’ a little…”

Jason stares down at you contemplating if he was actually going to let you talk to her or not. He grumbles out a ‘fine, I’ll see what I can do.’ Before ruffling your hair sitting down on the armrest next to you. You look at him confused expecting him to go now.

“First I’m going to spend time with you first before bringing your friend up to Bruce.”

“You son of a bit-“ you pausing holding back your tongue. The sooner you play into whatever they want the sooner you can see Jenny again. And find out how to escape your crazy family, or hopefully have them get hit with a reality stick, “Fine whatever, but you better do it soon Jason!”

“Of course I will. Now what do you like to watch anyways?” Jason picks up the remote turning on the tv.

“We can always watch animal planet,” Damian chimes up scooting closer to you.

“I uh, I’m fine with whatever just no sports please.”

“Not a sports fan?” Jason chimes up as he searches through the channels.

“No, it’s kinda boring for me.”

You turn a bit seeing Dick walk pass the doorway before stopping to look at you fully. He immediately pouts walking over to the three of you all together on the couch.

“How’s this fair,” he plops himself on the couch between you a Jason, safe to say you’re squished, “I want to spend time with you too.”

“Dick! Get off there’s not enough room on the couch for you,” Damian huffs.

But the eldest just squeezes the both of you in a tight hug. You grumble knowing Tim is probably going to join y’all as well. Speak of him and he appears, Tim pokes his head in and sits in front of the couch on his laptop still to work. It’s going to be a long day today.

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A/N: hello hi, it’s been a while. Tbh I got burnt out took a step back from writing chapter 4 and then completely forgot about it. But I’m back now and re engerized so here’s the second to last chapter.

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demigodsanswer · 12 hours ago

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I don’t have an ask I just wanna say I love your Percabeth percababies future fanfic they’re so sweet !!!!!

Thank you so much! For you and the two other people who have expressed interest (because it really takes so little validation to get me to do something), here is one of the two stories!

Also, for those who haven't seen, I've started reuploading slightly more polished versions of the future canon to Ao3! Just the sfw ones for now, but the nsfw ones will be getting their own fic shortly.

Percy didn’t go to Target often. New York City targets were usually multi-level sensory nightmares, but when the family needed food, diapers, more baby clothes, several other odds and ends, it was the best place.

He’d planned to run out by himself. It would be fastest, and that would leave the older girls at home to help Annabeth with the one-month-old Rosie. Sophia had accepted this; she didn’t want to be away from her baby sister. In fact, Sophia had taken every chance to feed, change, and hold Rosie that she was offered.

It was Nella who really surprised him.

“I wanna go,” she told Percy, staring up at him with her big pleading brown eyes. Percy was toast.

From behind Nella, Annabeth mouthed to him: She wants a book. Percy smiled.

“It’s going to be loud and crowded,” Percy warned. “And I really need to get shopping done, so I won’t be able to take you home if it’s too much. If you come with me, you see it through to the end.”

Nella nodded and ran off to her bedroom to get her shoes and headphones. The purple over-the-head headphones were noise cancelling, and came with little cat ears on top for extra cuteness. They’d hopefully keep her calm.

Percy grabbed their folding shopping cart, and the two of them made their way outside.

The Target wasn’t as crowded as Percy feared. He put Nella in the basket of the red shopping cart and made sure her headphones were on good as he started piling things around her. Baby stuff was up first. Diapers, and some wipes for good measure. The onesies … the socks … the …

“Oh, how cute is this?” Percy held a little pair corduroy overalls with a little pumpkin-printed shirt under it up for Nella. “Should we get this for Rosie?”

Nella nodded and took off her headphones. “If Rosie gets something, can I get something?”

Percy smiled. “That seems fair.”

Nella started chattering about the book she wanted that her friend at school had been reading. While she talked Percy steered her to the book aisle. They found it fast, and Nella held it up triumphant. Percy grabbed a few coloring books - a simple Bluey one for Olivia and a more complicated “adult” one for Sophia, so that they weren’t left out.

Percy started to wheel her away when --

“Toothless!” Nella said. She stood up in the cart, forcing Percy to bring it to a stand-still.

“If you stand up, you’ll need to walk,” Percy said, lifting her out. Nella only took off running into the toy aisle, where she grabbed the dragon plushy and held it tight in her arms. Oh boy, he thought.

There were those big brown eyes again. “Please Daddy? Please, please, please?”

For a moment Percy thought about making her choose between the book and the toy. But the book was educational. And Nella took such good care of all her plushies. What was the point of having an adult job if he couldn’t spoil his babies?

“Oh, could those eyes get any bigger?” He asked. “Sure, you can get him.”

Nella jumped up and down in the aisle, her little hands flapping, shaking the poor Toothless toy all around.

“But --” Percy said, “now we’ve got to pick things out for your sisters. And we need to be quick about it.”

Nella found Olivia’s gift easily. There was a Bingo plush not far away that Nella tossed into the cart. They circled back to the itty bitty baby stuff for Rosie, and found a little soft Minnie Mouse in a red polka-dot dress.

Sophia was last. She wasn’t too old for toys (thank the gods she wasn’t growing up that fast), but she’d never been much of a plushie’s kid, aside from Teddy. She’d always been more crafty and hands-on.

“Do they have knitting stuff?” Nella asked, looking around.

“Let’s ask,” Percy said. He found a red shirt-ed employee and he tried to get Nella to ask, but she got too shy.

The employee led them to a craft aisle, and said: “We’ve got these kits …” pointing to crochet plushie kits, before walking away.

They were perfect, though, according to Nella. “She can make her own animals!” Nella said, grabbing one of the kits to make a Snoopy. “She’s been telling Mommy she wants to make these.”

She really did hear everything, Percy thought, even with her headphones.

“That’s really thoughtful,” Percy told her, “I’m sure she’ll love it. Do we want to get her Snoopy, or a different one?” There was an octopus, turtles, and an axolotl too.

Nella picked up the axolotl. “What’s this thing?”

“It’s an axolotl. It’s an …” what the fuck was it? “Amphibian?” Percy guessed. “We can read about them when we get home. Is that the choice?”

“Hm. It’s pink,” Nella said. “Snoopy is a dog.” Neither of those were answers to his question, but Percy tried not to push it. “But maybe she likes the sea creatures?” Nella asked.

“How about we get here two?” Percy suggested. “Would that make it easier?”

Nella nodded and grabbed the axolotl and Snoopy.

“Good job,” Percy said. “If I put you back in the cart, will you promise not to stand?”

Nella nodded and lifted her arms to be picked up. Back in the cart, she was about to put her headphones back on when she had a revelation: “Mommy needs a present!”

“You are absolutely right,” Percy said. He'd been thinking of a few things for her himself, but he'd leave the choice up to Nella. “What should we get her?”

Nella thought. While she thought things over, Percy pushed them towards the food.

When the cart was loaded with fruits, veggies, and enough chicken nuggies to feed an army, Percy steered Nella towards the home goods to find a Mommy present.

“What do we think Mommy would like?” He asked her. Nella put up her arms again, asking to be lifted.

Nella looked around the aisles, a very serious look on her face. She tapped a finger against her chin and asked: “What screams Annabeth?”

Percy laughed. “What indeed?”

They ended up in the lighting aisle. The combination of new-born chaos, three girls, and two animals had recently resulted in the breaking of Annabeth’s bed-side lamp. Now when she got up to feed Rosie in the middle of the night, she had to use the big light.

Nella picked out a pretty one with gold accents that would actually match the dark wood of their end tables really well.

“I think that’s perfect,” Percy said.

“Mommy also likes jammies,” Nella said.

“You’re so right,” Percy agreed. “Want to pick some out for her?”

Nella grabbed a matching set of purple pajamas that were “Sooooo soft! Perfect for cuddles!”

Percy dropped them and Nella back in the cart, and started to finally wheel them towards the cash register.

Nella gasped and pointed at a red dress. “Mommy would look so pretty in that!” Nella said. “Can we get it for her?”

Percy didn’t know if Annabeth would have any reason to wear a burgundy dress in the next few months. There were the holidays, sure, but they kept things casual. But Nella seemed to have a vision in her head, and Percy just couldn’t say no now.

And anyway, she was right. Annabeth would look stunning. It was a simple dress; it had some brown buttons down the front and looked like it would go down to the knees. It had short sleeves, but the fabric seemed warm. Maybe if they went pumpkin picking or something? Percy grabbed on in her size.

“Alright, let’s get out of here before we buy the whole store,” Percy said, racing to the cash register.

He realized at check out that he didn’t get a gift for himself, and treated himself to a Coke.

Percy made Nella keep Toothless in their cart until they got on the subway so she didn’t drop him. Percy kept one hand tight in hers while the other pulled the cart along.

On the subway, Nella wasted no time reaching for her new toy. She pressed kiss after kiss to the top of his head.

Percy’s anxiety spiked a little as they made their way into their building. Annabeth probably wouldn’t be outright mad at him, but he had been working on not spoiling the girls too much. This was probably too much.

“Do you think they’ll like their presents?” Nella asked.

“I think so,” Percy said in the elevator. “You did such a good job picking them out.”

Nella bounced up and down a little, then balanced on her toes until the elevator rocked to a stop at their floor.

“Mommy, I got a Toothless!” Nella announced as soon as the door opened. She ran right for Annabeth and started talking a mile a minute about their Target trip.

“Do you just have the best daddy in the whole world?” Annabeth asked.

“I do!” Nella proclaimed.

“Did you say thank you?” Annabeth asked.

Nella ran for him. “Thank you, Daddy!”

Percy gave her a big squeeze. “Thank you for all your help, Nelly-belly.”

“If Nella got a Toothless, what did we get?” Sophia asked. She’d been alive long enough to know whatever one got, all the others got too.

Annabeth tried to chastise her, but Percy just said: “Let me get the chicken nuggets in the freezer, then we can have gift distribution.”

“Yay!” Sophia cheered. “Should I wake up Olivia?”

“Let your poor little sister keep napping,” Annabeth warned her. Sophia sat on the couch next to her mom and reached for her baby sister. Annabeth handed Rosie over and let Sophia cradle her for a minute.

Annabeth snuck up behind Percy, who was rearranging some stuff in the fridge.

“Presents for everyone?” She asked.

“Hi beautiful,” Percy said, stealing a kiss quick. “Couldn’t help it. Nella was being so good, and you know how much she loves that dragon.”

Annabeth smiled at him. “Did I get presents too?”

“Of course you did, Nella made sure of it,” Percy told her.

“Well, then, I guess it’s okay. But next time one of them gets into bed with us in the middle of the night, she’s staying there,” Annabeth said.

“Fair trade,” Percy agreed.

Sophia loved her crochet kits enough to give her sister a real big hug, before sitting down right on the floor to try and make the stuffed animals. She also appreciated her new coloring book.

Rosie grabbed onto her Minnie Mouse quickly and shoved her ear right into her mouth, while Annabeth cooed at the overalls.

“And you got me a new lamp?!” Annabeth said. “Thank you both so much! It’s perfect!”

“And these!” Nella said, holding the pajamas and the dress in one big bundle in her arms.

Annabeth held up the pajamas first. “Oh, they’re so soft!” Annabeth said. “I love them. And what’s this?”

“Me and Daddy thought you’d look so pretty!” Nella explained as Annabeth held up the dress. Percy rubbed the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, but not sure why.

“I love it,” Annabeth said, looking at him. “Where do you think I should wear it?”

“Dinner soon?” Percy offered. “Once you’re feeling up to it?”

Annabeth leaned over to kiss him. “Sounds like a plan.”

Rosie was in her arms, still sucking on the Minnie Mouse ear.

Olivia’s bedroom door opened. They’d put her Bingo and coloring book in front of her door. Before she could even rub the sleep from her eyes, she yelped: “Bingo!” In a baby Australian accent.

“Nella picked her out for you,” Percy said. Olivia ran right for Nella to give her a big hug.

“Everyone say a big, big thank you to Daddy for your new presents,” Annabeth said.

Soon, Percy had four girls on him, thanking him and giving him kisses.

“You’re all so welcome,” Percy said.

“Next time you go to Target, can I come?” Sophia asked.

“You girls can either go with Daddy to Target, or go to college,” Annabeth joked. “We can’t possibly afford both.”

Little Olivia is going to go into daycare Monday and announce that her mommy said she can't go to college because daddy spends too much money at target.

#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #future canon #percababies

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okminer07 · 2 days ago

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A Growing Problem Pt 5

Just like to let y'all know that I went back and did some editing on the previous parts. Mainly just grammar and things like that. Hopefully, they're more readable now. I'd also like to give a shout-out to @piririplimplimstar whose art inspired me and helped me figure out where this story was going.

Half an hour later and Jeremy was still sitting on the floor, fiddling with the empty tub of ice cream. Professor Luppi stood behind him, uncomfortably close as he examined his skin. He flinched when the cold stethoscope was pressed against him.

“Take a deep breath, in and out.”

Jeremy did as he was told. The stethoscope moved.

“Again.”

After half a dozen checks, the doctor pulled away, writing something down on his clipboard. Jeremy gulped as Lily hurried over and peered over the professor’s shoulder.

“Well?”

“Well, his breathing sounds alright.”

“Are you sure?” pressed Lily, “Maybe we should try to get his blood pressure again.”

He shook his head, “It didn’t fit when we first tried it. What makes you think it’ll fit now?”

Jeremy grimaced at the mention of their attempt to take his blood pressure. No matter how hard they had tried to wrap it around, the cuff hadn’t fit.

“So you’re sure he’s breathing sounds alright? Like… he’s not in danger of having a heart attack due to strain on his heart?”

He couldn’t help it when his cheeks went slightly pink at Lily’s frightened tone, about her fussing over him. He quickly shook his head, focus, focus. What if you are in danger of a heart attack?

“Unless his elevated heart rate isn’t due to his clear stress, I believe he is stable.”

“Stable?” interjected Jeremy, “I’m sorry, how is any of this?” he gestured down at himself, “Stable?”

“Well, you don’t seem to be in danger of anything critically threatening to your life which I have to say is surprising. Though there still is the elevated chance for blood clots.”

Lily’s eyes widened and she quickly turned to Jeremy, “Any pain in your legs?”

He shrugged, “Uh… I think my right foot fell asleep.”

She sighed and turned back to the professor, her raven hair glistening in the light, “Is there anything you can conclude? About his… condition?”

Luppi shook his head, “Just that he seems to be in good health.”

“But… but is there anything else you can do? Anything else you can test?”

“Believe me, if there were any other tests I could do, I would be most ecstatic to try them.” He looked over his notes, “The blood sample will hopefully yield some new information. Other than that, there’s nothing more I can check for.”

Jeremy leaned down, squinting to read the professor’s notes, “Stretch marks? Where do I have-”

“A few on your back, thighs, and armpits.” noted Luppi, “Did you have those before?”

“I…I don’t think so.” he looked down at his legs, eyes widening at the distinct marks creeping under his boxers, “W-what… what if it happens again?”

“What?”

He swallowed down the burning nerves creeping up his throat, “W-what if I… grow… again?”

The professor shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

Jeremy grimaced, looking down at himself. Every second that passed, he was terrified. Terrified that any moment now, pain would engulf him and whatever was happening to him would… would get worse. A part of him prayed that it wouldn’t happen. That for now, he’d stay the same.

“Were there any other clear signs before it happened?”

He hung his head and heaved a sigh, “Just pain.”

“What kind. Nausea, burning, stinging-”

“Tearing. Like…” he winced, “Like every inch of me is being ripped apart.”

Lily began to pace, hugging herself, “What are we supposed to do?”

Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat. We?

“Well, until I get our blood sample analyzed, there’s nothing else I can think of.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “So… so I just have to… wait and see?”

“I’m afraid so.” he glanced down at the tub of ice cream in Jeremy’s lap, “My only piece of advice would be to try and keep yourself fed. Your caloric intake has most certainly increased.”

Lily placed a hand on his arm, unable to reach his shoulder, “Will do. Thank you for… for doing what you could.”

Jeremy gulped, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in his stomach that her touch was causing, “Ah… yeah. Thanks.”

Professor Luppi nodded, “My pleasure. I never would have dreamed I’d get the chance to study such a profound anomaly.”

The term anomaly made Jeremy’s stomach squirm. Though, it was better than what he’d dubbed himself and what was much more fitting, a freak.

The Professor walked them out, stepping back as Jeremy crouched down and wobbled out the door. He followed Lily back to the truck and precariously crawled back into the bed. As she was pulling the tarp back over him, Lily gave him a sympathetic look. Her lips twitched, as if she wanted to say something but decided against it, fully pulling the tarp over Jeremy’s curled-up form.

He laid his head down, his bent arms wriggling free to pull the tarp tighter around him like a blanket. The truck hummed to life and lurched forward.

Jeremy silently listened to the wheels on the dirt and the snapping of twigs, his limbs already aching by the time they got onto an actual road. The few holes in the tarp allowed a few meager flickers of light. Though tempted, he didn’t dare attempt to peek through them. What if someone saw him?

That got him thinking, how would people react to seeing him? What would he have done if he’d seen a literal giant? How do people react to… to… to fucking freaks of nature?! Run, scream, call the police? He shiver ran down his spine, what was he seriously supposed to do? He- he couldn’t just go about like nothing had happened! Just go to school tomorrow like nothing had changed!

If he were seen, would someone call the police? If they did, would they even believe it? He could barely believe it himself. What- what if they thought he was a threat? Was he a threat? His grandma’s house had looked like a hurricane had gone through it.

He groaned. Grandma. What if she found out? Or even just came home to her wrecked kitchen and living room. What if she called the police on him? Would she? She’s family, she’d want the best for him, his best interests in mind. But what the fuck were his best interests now that he was… was like this?!

His stomach rumbled, the combination of hunger and raging nerves making him extremely uncomfortable. God, even after that tub of ice cream? And the chips? And the granola bars?

Another uncomfortable sensation came about. He felt an odd prickling blossom on the small of his back. His heart rate spiked, for a moment, horrified at what it could mean. Instead of any pain though, his back began to itch. It was small and manageable, but still uncomfortable.

He was about to try and scratch the spot when he paused. Around him was the sound of other cars. They must be going through downtown by the sounds of it, which for their town was just a collection of shops. There were surely people out, people who might spot the tarp moving unnaturally, like something was shifting beneath it, him.

Jeremy sighed and tried to ignore the itch. He couldn’t risk any movement.

The minutes ticked by and it wasn’t going away. If anything it was getting more intense and harder to ignore. He did though, waiting for the lively sounds around him to die out and be replaced with the sound of the forest.

The car began to slow and for a moment he was expecting to hear the crunch of tires on dirt, but instead, the car came to a stop. The engine turned off and the door popped open. He raised his head, trying to peek out.

Footsteps hurried over and the tarp was pulled back down over him, “Don’t move!” hissed Lily.

“What’s going on?” he whispered back, “Why are we stopping?”

He tensed as Lily placed her hand on his head and pushed it back down, “Just wait here.”

Before he could ask any further questions she hopped down and walked away.

His back was as itchy as ever and it was spreading up to his shoulder. He grunted and wriggled, hoping to discreetly scratch it against the truck bed.

“Quit it.” snapped Lily, “Quit moving.”

Jeremy groaned but stilled, the itch still not leaving him alone. He jumped slightly when he heard a loud creak, like a big metal door being opened, followed by a loud thud that sounded like metal on metal.

What is she doing?

He couldn’t help himself. He raised his head and lifted the tarp ever so slightly. In front of him was the back of a small brick building. He looked up, where a faint, unnatural light was flickering. A large donut-shaped sign with pink and blue lights sat on top of the roof. He knew that sign anywhere, Gusto Glaze. They were at the donut shop.

What the…

His eyes flicked back down and landed on two dumpsters against the back wall, one of which was open. Lily’s head popped out from inside as she heaved up a full trash bag, throwing it over the edge and onto the pavement. Jeremy’s brow furrowed. Since when does Lily dumpster dive? And was this really the right time to be doing so?

“What are you doing?” he called.

Lily looked back at him and pressed a finger to her lips before ducking back down into the dumpster. A second or two later she was heaving another full trash bag out and over the edge.

She dropped down with it, grabbing the other trash bag and dragging them back to the truck. Seriously, what is she doing?

Halfway to the car she froze, looking at something to her right.

“Lily?”

“Shush!” she hissed, quickening her pace over to the truck.

“What’s going on here?”

Jeremy’s eyes widened. He knew that voice.

Lily’s shoulders slouched, “Shit.”

“Is that you Duckworth or am I looking at an oversized raccoon?”

A figure stepped into view, waltzing over from the front of the shop, his smug, cocky face and shaggy long dirty blonde hair confirming his identity. Billy Pierson.

Jeremy’s stomach dropped. Out of all the people to happen upon, why him?

He had known the guy since middle school. From the very first day of sixth grade, Billy had decided that his new hobby would be tormenting Jeremy. At that time he had a stutter and was the shortest boy in the school, so there was no question why Billy had picked him. It had started out small, a note left in his locker or scribbled onto his notebook. Then the name-calling, Midget, Runt, Munchkin, and Ankle-biter to name a few. Whenever they’d have a sub, Billy would mess with the attendance and change his last name to be Short or Hobbit.

By the seventh grade, the whole school knew him only by whatever name Billy had attached to him that week and made it his goal to make Jeremy wish he’d never stepped foot into school. He and his friends would corner him in the hall at least three times a week and shove him somewhere like his locker, a cupboard, wherever they could fit him. Every time they passed him in the hall he’d shove him against the wall with ease and pull chairs right out from under him in class. One time, after gym class, his clothes had been replaced with an elf costume. When he tried to just go about his day in his gym clothes, Billy and his friends dragged him into a bathroom stall and wouldn’t let him out until he put the costume on. They then proceeded to parade him around the cafeteria, singing Christmas songs at the top of their lungs, even getting a good portion of the student body to join in.

His throat tightened as his tormentor sauntered his way over to Lily, looking very pleased with himself. Just by being friends with him, she was a target of his, but it mainly boiled down to name-calling and mockery.

Even as he got within just a few feet, Lily completely ignored him, continuing to haul the trash bags to the truck.

“Duckworth?”

She didn’t budge.

“Hellooo? I’m talking to you.”

He stepped in front of her, cutting off Jeremy’s view of her. He gritted his teeth, not from rising anger but at the itchiness that continued to get stronger and harder to resist.

Stop it. Go away. For once just leave us alone. Leave her alone.

“Out of my way Pierson.” she snapped, trying to go around him.

He stepped back in front of her, “You know, you’d make a good raccoon. You’re already annoying as all hell. Never know when to shut your mouth.”

Lily scoffed, “Are you seriously still mad about me correcting you?”

“You corrected me in the middle of my presentation!”

“Only because I didn’t want you spreading blatant misinformation.”

He crossed his arms, “Ooh how noble of you. I’m sure it was so important that everyone knew that the Titanic sank in 1912 and not 1922. So much so you had to interrupt me and then continue to point out everything else you thought was wrong.”

Lily’s face went red, “I didn’t think you were wrong, I knew you were wrong. And I think if you don’t get out of my way-”

“What?” he laughed, “What are you going to do?”

Jeremy’s throat tightened and he glared daggers at Billy. Leave. Leave her alone dickhead.

Her nostrils flared, “Just get out of my way.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re digging through dumpsters. You looking for your next meal or something? Or are you-”

Jeremy stifled a grunt as the itchiness suddenly intensified and his hand slapped onto his back and scratched it. He froze when he heard the tarp rustling and Billy fell silent. He ducked down, lying as still as possible, his heart pounding in his ears.

“What do you have back there?”

He gritted his teeth, focusing all his energy on staying still.

“Just some rocks sent me to go get for him.” explained Lily, “He’s uh… building a fire pit. A pretty big one and he won’t be very happy if I don’t get these to-”

“It moved.” murmured Billy, “The tarp, I saw it move.”

“Have you ever heard of this thing called wind?”

Yes, please. It was just the wind! Nothing to see here.

“There’s no wind. How stupid do you think I am?” Jeremy’s insides squirmed, beads of sweat starting to trickle down his face.

“Would you just mind your own business?” said Lily.

“Mind my own- something is moving back there! What the actual fuck are you- you know what, I’ll just see for myself.”

No!

His eyes widened as the tarp shifted above him.

“No!” shouted Lily.

Billy cried out and he could hear him stumble back, “The fuck- Get off of me you crazy bitch!”

Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat when something slammed against the truck and Lily screamed. The pained cry echoed in his ears. His hands trembled, curling into fists as his vision went red as she let out a choked gasp.

Without thinking, he ripped the tarp off. His eyes landed on Billy, wrestling Lily to the ground.

“Get off of her!”

Jeremy leapt out of the truck bed and lunged forward. Billy looked up just as two massive hands encircled his waist. With little to no effort, he lifted him up and threw him. Billy screamed before his body slammed into the back wall and all the air left his lungs.

He slid down into a crumpled heap, wheezing. Jeremy, his blood still boiling, stormed towards him. You son of a bitch! He grabbed him by the neck and stood up, pinning the tiny man against the wall.

Billy’s eyes widened in horror as they focused upon the huge, seething face in front of him. He began to flail desperately, his hands clawing at the fingers around his neck and letting out choked-out cries. His legs kicked out, looking for solid ground only to find nothing but air.

Jeremy’s entire body was shaking, he felt like his head was going to explode. His fingers tightened around the puny neck. It was a sickening thought, but there was something satisfying about seeing Billy like this. Helpless, and terrified, looking so small, as small as he had made Jeremy feel.

How does it feel? He thought, pressing his tormentor further into the wall. How does it feel to be small? To be thrown around like you’re nothing? To feel like you’re nothing?!

Billy’s eyes rolled back into his skull and his body went completely limp.

Jeremy froze. Reality set back in and he let go of Billy’s neck as if it had burned him. His unconscious form fell at least fifteen feet but didn’t even flinch when it hit the ground. Jeremy slapped a hand over his mouth and stumbled back. He waited with bated breath for Billy to move, but he didn’t.

Oh god… oh fucking god!

He fell to his knees and leaned over Billy’s body, “B-billy?”

The body remained still.

Jeremy’s eyes began to sting. He raised a finger and tentatively poked at Billy. Still, he didn’t move.

He gasped, his heart starting to race. No… no no no god no!

His hands lunged out and wrapped back around the boy, lifting him up into the air as he stood, “Billy? Billy come on, wake up?”

He lightly shook his body. Nothing.

“Billy!” he sputtered, starting to frantically try and shake him awake, “Come on- wake up! Please wake…”

He began to tremble all over. Wha… what have I… His body slowly folded over on itself and he lowered Billy back onto the cold pavement. He stared down at him, tears beginning to run down his cheeks.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker of movement. He turned his head, his eyes landing on another form on the ground, Lily. Her face was drained of all color and she was staring up at him. She was hugging herself, shaking all over. He'd never seen her look so scared.

His stomach lurched and churned with guilt. He covered his face with his hands and let out a long sob. I… I didn't mean to. I… I didn’t…

He flinched when she slowly rose to her feet and started towards him. Immediately he scooted away, shaking his head. N-no… don’t… don’t come any closer.

She walked right past him and kneeled by Billy, leaning over and laying her head down on his chest.

“He’s still breathing, and… and it sounds normal.”

Jeremy’s eyes widened and he let out a relieved sob. He… he wasn’t dead. He hadn’t…

“Is… is he bleeding? Does… does anything seem….” he swallowed the acid crawling up his throat.

Lily looked over him, checking the back of his head and rechecking his pulse, “He’s not bleeding, and… and his breathing still seems normal. Though I’m not sure if… if anything's broken.”

Jeremy’s stomach churned. He hugged himself, rocking slightly, “I… I didn’t… Do you think he’ll be okay?”

Lily let out a rattling sigh, “Nothing life threatening” Her eyes drifted up to his neck which was beginning to turn a purplish red, “I… I think he’ll be… I think he’ll be okay.”

Her tone wasn’t confirmation enough, “We’ve got to get him some help or… or something.”

She thought for a moment, the color still not having returned to her face fully, “Get back under the tarp. The shop is still open. I’ll go in and… and tell them there’s some passed out drunk by the dumpsters.”

Jeremy stared at her for a moment. Though she was acting calm, it was clear it was a facade. That was Lily’s way of handling things, when things went bad she’d try to immediately get everything back under control as much as she could.

He slowly stood up and lumbered back over to the truck, still shaking as he lowered himself back into the truck bed. Lily propped Billy up against the wall before gathering up the trash bags and tossing them into the back seat.

She dove once more into the dumpsters, this time taking out a discarded bottle of liquor and laying it next to Billy. Her quick thinking never ceased to impress him, if not slightly disturb him.

When she disappeared round the corner, he laid his head down, hugging his knees to his chest.

I… I didn’t mean to hurt him. It was… it was an- He squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, but I did. What is wrong with me?

#g/t #g/t writing #gianttiny #growth spurt

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lunarruled · 1 day ago

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As she climbed each step Kyleigh prayed that she wasn't leading them all into a trap up there. It must have been even harder for those up on this floor to get out, so there could be even more of the dead than they had already encountered. Pushing through the doors the smell that hit her let her know she had been right in her thinking but she kept moving forward. Now her knife was kept gripped in her right hand, never imagining how cruel she must look to the others. Sadly for the half lycan death had been a normal part of her life for so long that it didn't really bother her. To kill was to feed the beast inside and just like those dead it was living flesh that kept her happy. So just like when she would hunt in her lycan form Kyleigh turned that human part of herself off as she stepped quietly through the main hall of the floor. The first thing she saw was another escape map on the wall, memorizing the layout in a heart beat. That way if they got ambushed she could lead them back to the stairs quickly.

The moment she heard Rosita tell them to shut the doors Kyleigh went and got the other two even though the rooms were empty. Just full of papers thrown on the floor, a phone knocked off its hook, and a couple of broken computer screens. Nothing they could use but thank God the other brunette had the sense to cut off any of the dead on that floor that could cause trouble. If Irinia and Warren's damn talking didn't lure any others their way. Kyleigh didn't say a word but the look she gave the both of them was enough to warn them that if the didn't shut the hell up she would gladly do it for them.

Moving through the floor was easy after that, one more barricade set up to keep another small group of the dead at bay. If only things had been this easy all along maybe the world wouldn't be the way it was. Allowing that little wishful thinking to quickly fade from her mind, the half lycan pushed herself to keep going. All she knew was that she was damn glad to be with Rosita as once again she pointed out that they needed to make sure the building was clear enough if they had to come back. No need to get across the walkway only to be chased back by too many of the dead and run into more!

To her surprise there were some of them there but they had already been taken care of. It was hard to tell if their bodies had been there since the Army had been in town or if someone else had done this recently. Kyleigh hoped that it was the first option, not wanting to run into any other panicked living people. Should have been a relief to know that there were others out there, but not when those that were alive could be worse than those that were dead. Glad that no one wanted to check that situation out Kyleigh pushed it to the back of her mind and kept going. She wasn't looking forward to being on that walkway, even though it was only three floors up. Her fear of heights was going to kick in hard and the last thing she needed was to have a slip up simply because she was scared.

For once something Warren did actually helped them out. If there had been any of the dead on that walkway they would have come running at the sound of his knocking. Alright that was a good way to start this. No distractions and hopefully a quick walk to the other building. Still Kyleigh held her weapon tight, attempting to keep her breathing as steady as she could. Of course she was instantly distracted by the unusual scent that came out when the door was opened. Why did it smell like cleaner instead of death? And who the hell would waste all that time cleaning up after the dead? Something about this didn't feel right, causing even more anxiety to rise in Kyleigh.

"Yeah this isn't adding up. No one's going to take the time to clean up after those things. Unless there was a spill in the other building, and with how strong it is from here I don't know if we should go over there. It could be filled with the dead and since we're not carrying gas masks with us I'm not about to pass out trying to see if there's anything over there. I don't know, feels too risky to me now."

That squeeze was something Rosita hadn't expected, not having mentioned anything regarding how she felt about what had just unfolded. Either the other woman had that much insight and could read people well, or Rosita's distress was beginning to show. She hoped it wasn't the latter. The last thing she wanted was to seem scared and insecure when people were relying on her. She knew that she had to keep her composure, or the others would struggle to keep up theirs, too. For once, she was glad someone else took over. It was in her nature to almost always somehow end up in charge of situations, and maybe sometimes it was for the best. If there was one thing Rosita could do, it was keeping a straight head in shit situations. But right now? Right now, it was probably for the best that Kyleigh led the way.

She noted how efficiently the woman took out the dead soldier, not fumbling when removing his rifle, even managing to find a pistol. Smart thinking, to lift that shirt. Rosita just hoped those weapons had ammo. If it came down to it, having scavenged those might just save their lives if they ever got swarmed.

There was something on the third floor, judging by the scent of decay. On each side of a main hallway branching into two more hallways to the left and right, there were doors left open. Someone must have not bothered to close them behind them, or maybe they never got to close them because they didn't make it. "Someone go shut the one on the left, someone the one on the right!" Rosita exclaimed, being the first to shut the left door just before a pair of four dead could get to them.

Irina had run to shut the other one before Rosita had finished her sentence, the door separating them from another small pack. Warren assured everyone that the doors would last awhile upon hearing Irina's worries, followed by her seeking even more reassurance by asking for a specific estimate of time. As Warren began to ramble, Rosita shushed the two, not wanting to make too much noise. As fast as they were moving, they were making enough of that already. Another path was blocked by the group by quietly barricading the way with a shelf; just in case, right before they opened the door leading to the walkway.

"Let's check the area around the building, so we don't get ambushed when we leave it," Rosita announced, knowing that the dead could linger just about everywhere and ambush you at any times. The last thing she wanted is to check the building, find it has been overrun, run out and see dead ones blocking the way. "If there's too many, we run back."

Much to her surprise, the area had no walking dead. Glancing at the at least half a dozen of bodies, all of which had reanimated judging by their rotten looks but been taken out, she noted that none of them had headshot wounds. Turning to her companions, Rosita spoke, "Someone must have killed them. Bashed their heads in. That could be a good sign."

That meant someone who knew how to take care of themselves might be out there. And given the amount of bodies - Rosita counted eight - she thought it must have been more than a single person who had taken them out. Of course, she knew it wasn't a guarantee. Maybe they eventually managed to get themselves killed. Maybe this had happened weeks ago. But if they killed a few dead around the building, maybe they have done some clearing inside the building too.

"Time to check what's inside," Rosita moved forward, relieved that through the glass windows on the door she couldn't see any threats. Warren was quick to knock on those windows, pointing out that the glass was plexiglass, which first earned a frown from Rosita, but then she understood. If there were any undead in there, they would come out now. Good thinking. They could then position and angle themselves to take it out relatively safely, open the door and get rid of them. Maybe let them come out in waves if they were within some distance to each other instead all at once, closing the door in-between dead breaking out.

But she saw nothing coming towards them, so she decided to open the door, not wanting to waste too much time. Another unpleasant smell hit Rosita, something that smelled like chemicals rather than a rotten scent. Irina was able to place the scent, noting that it was the smell of enzyme cleanser, something she once used to get rid of the smell of vomit after her daughter vomited on her blanket. Better than the smell of decay, Rosita thought, but she didn't voice her thoughts and said nothing unlike Warren who quipped that there must have been a lot of vomit in that hallway to need that much cleaner, or that the scent of the stuff was just crazy.

"It doesn't usually smell that strong, you usually use it for bodily fluids, the worse the odor of the bodily fluids is, the more you use- and.. and the smell fades after like an hour. Wait- oh my God- someone cleaned this hallway of guts, maybe?" Irina responded, keeping her voice low as if speaking any louder would alarm the dead.

#☾ lxchadora #☾ v: Welcome To the New Age #☾ (The Walking Dead)#☾ c: Rosita Espinosa #☾ friends of the half lycan; Rosita #☾ Scouting The Buildings #☾ Fighting the dead #☾ she was on board until that smell #☾ now she's like nope man this screams bad idea!#☾ Ruled By The Moon (Q)

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starconnection · 2 days ago

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Dashcon 2!!! Was!!! Amazing!!!

I don't think any of the photos or videos taken really do it justice- the sense of community there was absolutely incredible. It exceeded every expectation I had for it and then some. (Wish we had a bit more space to work with because WHEW was it cramped sometimes lol)

Everything from the official events to fan run events were great. I am not super involved in fandom spaces because I'm 1. Really Shy and 2. Awful with social interactions, but talking to people in the halls or in the lobby areas was some of the most fun I've ever had at a con EVER. (Especially all of the kind people at the homestuck meet-up!!! And the other homestuck cosplayers in general!!!!! Oh my god you were all so sweet and funny😭😭)

Anyway- if you saw an Eclectica Jade running around with a 3DS for pictures and painkillers to spare, that was me! (Truthfully, I had bought a new container of aleeve without realizing I still had the half full one in my bag. If I didn't get through them, I knew I'd just forget about them again and they'd be lost to my bag forever. Hopefully they helped somebody!)

Massive thanks to all the volunteers and organizers who made this possible- a similar event in the future would be wonderful!

And of course. The pit.

#dashcon two #dashcon 2 #a john cosplayer drew me and i nearly cried then and there . thank u kind stranger ur vibes were wonderful #genuinely. baller event.#dashcon ballpit #dashcon

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its-hard-to-let-go-of-an-echo · 2 days ago

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Day 1 of Nico di Angelo Appreciation Week! Today's prompt: Genderbend

Link to ao3: they're so pretty it hurts

Ships: Pre-dating Nico/Will, Piper/Jason, Piper & Jason & Nico

Things to note: slightest bit of internalised homophobia, coming out

Words: 1,655

You can also read it here under the cut!

Nico is Nicola, and Will is Willow btw :)

“Jason!” Nicola banged on the door panickedly, praying he was home. “I’m having a crisis!” She screamed dramatically, throwing the door open and running to flop on the bed and faceplant into the pillows to mask her squealing.

“Nicola, You okay?” Piper asked, head tilted, sitting cross-legged on the couch; she was leaned against Jason, who had a sheepish look on his face. They seemed to be playing a game of Uno, the cards laid out in front of them on a couch cushion.

“Sorry,” Jason mouthed, “didn’t know you’d visit.”

Oh gods . The ravenette sat up and dragged her hands down her face. “It’s okay, Jace, I’m just having a… moment, I suppose.” She soothed herself, dragging her thumb over her closed fist.

“Oh.” Jason’s eyes widened, and he coughed awkwardly, shuffling in place. The silence dragged on for a few long seconds, and Nicola weighed her options. She could let Piper leave and speak to Jason alone, but she might be able to help. Plus, Jason promised his friends were much more accepting than the people of the 1930s, surely she would understand. Hopefully. But what would happen if she didn’t? Would she make fun of her like Leo always did about the way she dressed? Her eyes pleaded with Jason’s, mentally asking him what she should do, but he remained still in place, vision fixed on the fraying rug in front of the couch like if he looked away, the cabin would be set on fire.

Before she could make her decision, Piper’s eyes flicked between the both of them and she stood abruptly. “Ok, you guys talk about whatever you need to.” She ruffled Jason’s hair. “I’ll be in my cabin if you need me.” She got to the door, doing a silly-looking salute while opening it when Nicola finally spoke up. Now or never.

“Piper! Wait. Sit back down.” No going back now. “I, uh don’t mind you knowing.” Nicola rubbed the back of her neck as Piper awkwardly returned to her seat. “It’s just... ugh. I just don’t even know where to start.”

Jason smiled empathetically, and he finally regained his calm “Want to play Uno with us while you explain?” He flashed her the deck and Nicola let out a relieved sigh.

“Okay, just don’t get mad when I beat you guys, I have like 70 years of practice.” she joked, walking over and hoping the fake confidence could grant her some real courage. Piper’s face twisted in confusion, but Nicola shrugged it off, sitting on the rug in front of them, “Doesn’t matter. I just… I think I like...” She looked away for a couple moments, cheeks flushing in anticipation while Jason shuffled the cards, glancing at her every few seconds like he knew what she was doing, but not if she would go through with it. Deep Breath. Black eyes met dark brown.

“I like Willow.” The words came out in a singular, rushed phrase. She looked towards the floor, hoping her messy bangs would hide her pink yet scared face.

Silence fell like a blanket over the three, Jason pausing his shuffling to gauge his girlfriend’s reaction.

Nicola knew she would be accepting; her mother was the goddess of love for Hades' sake! And she trusted what Jason said. It was just so hard saying those words out loud, especially after what happened with Cupid. And the extended quiet didn’t help at all. Panic coursed through her veins as she pulled at her shoulder-length hair, eyes tensed shut as she prepared for the humiliation.

Instead, a warm hand found her shoulder, grounding her. Piper gave her shoulder a supportive squeeze. “I kind of already suspected. Thanks for telling me, Nicola. Must’ve taken guts.”

Nicola’s mouth flew open in shock. “What, how?”

Piper thought it over for a second, leaving Nicola’s mind to go crazy over all of the small things that might have given her away as a lesbian. Was it her hair being shorter than most campers? Was it how she never dressed femininely? Did Willow guess and tell everyone?

“It was just, sort of obvious I guess. At least to me.” Piper played with one of the small braids scattered throughout her hair. “You look at her like she hung the moon. Nobody told me anything.” She dropped her hair back onto her shoulder and shrugged casually, as if Nicola didn’t rip apart her whole being to find out what gave it away.

Jason spoke up, reassuring her. “Don’t worry, I haven’t told a soul. She’s just very attentive.” He placed his hand over his girlfriend’s and looked at her lovingly.

“Am I really that obvious?” Nicola asked, eyes wide. Piper nodded solemnly. “Oh my gods.” She facepalmed, panic shaking through her as she shuddered.

Piper reached down and patted her back, “People at camp are really accepting, hun. Plus, every time my siblings brought you two up, I discreetly changed the topic. Got your back, girl.”

“Thank you.”

Jason smiled fondly at the girls and resumed handing out the cards, counting under his breath until he reached seven. “Is that all you were panicking about?” He asked, sliding their piles towards them.

Nicola received her cards and fanned them out, planning her moves. “Sort of. She’s just. So pretty. It like, hurts.” She scrunched her eyes, and swiped a hand up her forehead. “I just don’t know what to do with myself.”

“How so?” Piper asked, placing down a yellow four. Jason picked up, skipping his turn.

Taking a second, Nicola looked down at her cards and settled on placing a green four. “The way she smiles. It freezes me in place. Her teeth aren’t perfect, but it makes me all warm and fuzzy.” Piper hummed in approval, placing her card, “And gods, her eyes. They’re so bright and blue, like the sky, and when she looks at me, I feel like I’m having a heart attack. And her freckles – and her lips!”

Jason put down a green nine and grinned at her. “You really love her, Neeks. I’m happy for you.”

“It can feel scary, huh. But still good, right?” Piper checked, straightening up the deck.

“Yeah,” Nicola’s eyes got all starry as she placed a green reverse card. Without warning, she jolted in place in place. “That’s not what I came in for!”

“Was it not?” Jason added his card to the pile.

“No! Well sort of. The way she’s been acting — it’s weird.” Piper set down a plus two and Nicola picked up the needed amount from the deck as she pondered for a bit longer. “I’ve noticed her almost looking me up and down when I’m not paying attention, and she’s been making up excuses to be around me, and touching me too. Like after she drags me to the Apollo table at breakfast and I eat a bite of food, she moves her leg to touch mine, and—” She started blushing aggressively and slapped her palm over her mouth.

“What?” Piper’s smile gave away her excitement, and her face perched on her hands as she abandoned her cards to the folds in the couch. Jason seemed to lean forward as well, curiosity taking over.

“She might have kissed me.” Piper’s jaw flew to the floor and Jason followed suit. “Well, she tried to, but I panicked! We were stocking bandages and talking, and she came closer, and I- I didn’t know what to do! I just ran!”

“Holy shit,” Piper swore, and although Nicola didn’t know her that well, she was aware that it took a lot to make the Piper McLean swear. She must be done for.

“I know, I know, I messed up! How can I fix it? She probably hates me right now!” Nicola almost wailed, her fate becoming evident as her eyes got teary.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out, I’m sure she doesn’t hate you,” Jason piped up, scooting down to the floor to be eye-level with her and discarding his Uno deck like all that mattered was making Nicola feel better. His hands were warm on her shoulders, and she felt herself take a deep breath.

Piper joined them on the floor. “Okay,” She nodded, gears turning in her head, “I think you need to go talk to her and-”

“But what do I say!?” Nicola’s hands flew to her roots, tugging on them like they were a lifeline. Jason’s hands squeezed tighter, grounding her into the now, and Piper reached up to grab her hands out of her hair. Piper's palms weren’t as warm as Jason’s, but they were soft as butter, and a great thing to grip onto.

Piper spoke slowly and clearly, like she was calming a cornered animal. Her words were warm with encouragement and maybe just a little charmspeak, but Nicola didn’t care in the slightest; it helped a sense of calm and certainty wash over her. “You’ll just tell the truth - say you panicked and didn’t know what to do, but that you do want her, because you do. I’m sure she’ll understand – Willow’s the sweetest person I know, and she knows you better than anyone. ”

“Yeah, you got this, Neeks. Willow obviously likes you more than anything and a little panic won’t change that.” Jason looked her in the eyes before letting go of her shoulders with a final squeeze. “You got this.”

“Are you sure?” They glanced at each other for a moment before nodding with an air of confidence that wafted towards Nicola, helping her regain her calm.

It was just what she needed. She looked between both of them and it was clear just how much they cared about her. She wasn’t used to that - confiding in people or having them actually care. She didn’t have much time to mull over that before Piper pulled her to her feet and gave her a tight hug.

“Go get your girl!”

What do we think?? I might make a sequel and/or prequel to this if you guys enjoyed it, because I love solangelo yuri and this was super fun to write!! Any ideas in what could be included in the sequel or prequel?

So happy to be apart of this writing challenge! Thanks @nicodiangeloappreciationweek

See y'all tomorrow for day 2!

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whenyoulikeandwhereyoulike · 15 hours ago

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Okay, so Mary is introduced in The Empty Hearse (S3, E1). We don't know anything about her except that John is going to propose which gets overshadowed by Sherlock returning. Sherlock tries to deduce things about her but if I remember correctly can only ascertain that she is lying about something but he doesn't know what.

John and Mary get married in the next episode (The Sign of Three) and Sherlock tells them that Mary is pregnant at the end of that episode.

His Last Vow is the episode with Charles Augustus Magnussen. This is the one where we find out about Mary being a spy because she shoots Sherlock. John is understandably angry that she lied but ultimately stays with her (the Christmas scene you mentioned is in here.) Sherlock knows Magnussen is trying to blackmail Mary and he's trying to stop it. He eventually does so by shooting him. He is then exiled and sent on a death mission.

She is in The Abominable Bride (the drug-induced one) mainly as a figment of Sherlock's drug-addled imagination because that's kind of the main plot to that episode, as well as Sherlock solving a crime from the 19th century in his mind.

Mary gives birth in The Six Thatchers right at the beginning. You find out more about her previous life in this one because someone she worked with comes back. She leaves John and her daughter and goes on some mission (can't remember exactly what) and travels around the globe for a little while before Sherlock and John catch up to her. Mary is shot at the end of this episode because she jumps in front of the bullet intended for Sherlock after he works out what happened to the group Mary worked for.

At the end of The Lying Detective when John and Sherlock have finally made up (ish) that's when Sherlock says about Mary saving his life and that being a debt he doesn't know how to repay. She is in this episode quite a bit despite being dead as a figment of John's hallucination. She is the reason that John makes up with Sherlock in the first place because he wouldn't have bothered otherwise (another reason why I HATE his character in the last series!)

She's in a recorded video in The Final Problem but that's about it as she is dead and John is no longer seeing her in hallucinations.

There's obviously going to be details I missed but that is a very basic run-through of the episodes Mary is in and what happens. Hopefully that clears the timeline up a bit, but it is a bit of a mess (true to canon in that way I guess 😆).

Oh, also The Hounds of Baskerville is S2, E2 and has nothing to do with Mary as that is before she comes into it.

Hopefully this helps at least somewhat

If your version of John Watson EVER punches your Sherlock Holmes, that is not John Watson.

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shoujo-wizard · 9 days ago

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can we fic writers agree to use a common tag on our fics for cloudward ho? so tht it's easier for ppl to find fanfic just for this campaign rather than rummage through & guess at what tags to filter, I've seen one already in use but bc it isnt established as the overall tag to use a person is gonna miss out on a lot of fic written for this campaign & I don't think that's fair to anyone: not to the reader who wants to find fic for this campaign & definitely not to the writers who bless us w their creations & deserve to have ppl finding & reading & reacting & commenting on their hard work... here's a screenshot of the tag I've been seeing ppl use & have been personally following/filtering for & think we should use

IMPORTANT EDIT: it is not too late, writers who've already published cloudward ho fic, to go back into ao3 & edit the tags to include the above👍🏻

#shoujo says #cloudward ho #dimension 20 #dimension 20 cloudward ho #d20 cloudward ho #marya junková #olethra macleod #maxwell gotch #daisuke bucklesby #van chapman #montgomery lamontgommery #not trying to guilt anyone just trying to establish something tht will b helpful in the long run #i want tonread every fic for this campaign #but its a bit much to constantly switch btwn the tag i screenshot & the larger fandom tag tht i have to guess at what to filter #i think this would ultimately b good & give readers an easy way to find fic they want #as well as help authors get their work seen & appreciated a bit more #bc i almost didnt find a poly fic btwn marya/van/bert bc it wasnt using this tag & it was a rlly good fic #literally tht fic is why i wrote this post #a desperate plee for authors to make it easier for us (me) to find their cloudward ho fics #yes im still writing my own cloudward ho fic BUT i will b using tht tag when i do inevitably publish it #its gonna b a maxcleod fic #anyway lemme rizz up all the fic writers to get them to use this tag: please please please please please please please please please please #please please please #please pleaseeee #please please please please #now ill put in some more tags to hopefully get this post seen & GUYS IF U AGREE W ME PLEASE ALSO REBLOG THIS POST SO MORE PPL WILL SEE IT #maxcleod #marya x van #marya x olethra #olethra x maxwell

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itspileofgoodthings · 8 months ago

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one of my favorite things about getting older is that I’m just more sure and more confident in taking control in social situations and making other people feel at ease. I really love it!

#have always wanted to be good at it but it takes time #at least for me #my mom was describing one of her college friends to me the other day #and she goes ‘yeah she was kind of like you. personable and direct and kind.#‘and she was always going to deal with you (positive) instead of ignoring you’#honestly compliment of all time! because it does not come totally naturally to me #and there’s a lot that gets in my way—shyness anxiety a certain stiffness #but I love when i can feel it sort of giving way #anyway just rambling #also once again teaching has helped with this so much #because kids HAVE to be guided through a social situation. they don’t know what to do #and if I let them run it it’s always stupid #so just taking control asking the questions kind of —situating them so we can have a moment and then I can dismiss them #not that I do the same with adults lol. but works more often than you think #just having some direction and taking charge of a social interaction #I remember this comedian once saying he loved when someone took control in a social situation re: greetings/handshakes/hugs #like ‘oh thank goodness someone is figuring this out’ it’s so true and so funny skskdkdjd #I hope there is nothing peremptory about it! but I often find I’m so much ruder by doing nothing #than by being proactively kind and (hopefully) appropriate to the occasion #you know I’ve spoken on it before but my life really changed #when I made myself go back and say goodbye to my students after graduation my second year teaching #like. I literally ran away because I was so shy and it felt so awkward and no one was taking charge of how to do it #and the students wouldn’t (can’t) so it felt like they didn’t want to #and then I realized no—if someone is going to take the lead here it has to be me #and then I did! and there was in fact so much love waiting for me #people just don’t know how to show it #so you have to give them an opportunity #this is so many thoughts but I feel this sooooo much and I care about it so much

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iron-sides · 7 months ago

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ENOUGH of tim drake has poor self esteem fic!!! give me tim drake has totally overestimated his own importance fic!!! no more "i cant tell anyone theres something wrong because they wont care" only "i cant tell anyone anythings wrong because batman will start killing people".

its about equally wrong imo in terms of characterization but its way funner and hilarious To Me. and more accurate in terms of he does actually have a very firm understanding that he cannot under any circumstances die or be maimed because batman would NOT react well its just that that moreso shows itself as extreme caution rather than hiding injuries

#my thots #💥#disclaimer ive read only Some of robin 93 and most of my tim knowledge comes from yj98 & red robin #second disclaimer that this post is a JOKEEEEE #bc i saw another 'tim learns to love himself' fic and thought. 'what about tim teaches other people to take their health Very Seriously'#idk how canon that actually is bc again ive only read a few issues of robin93 however. i do think it would add a rlly impactful umph to red #robin if he previously was rlly cautious esp about his health and now hes running away to paris robbing museums losing his spleen #& not immediately reporting in about it hell getting kidnapped and not reaching out for help #i just think its a neat added dimension to how objectively Weird he is during rr era #hopefully this makes sense im not into comics again btw im just temporarily caring about them until erha7 comes out. and then ill be #normal again

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tatoasting · 1 month ago

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What, 9 hours left? Fuck.

I havent been able to stop crying & get back to work in quite a few hours.

I feel like dead weight.

Scared my most important stuff will be left behind

Waiting for a friend to come visit & bring it to me.

Everything feels so

Stupid.

#one of the worst breakdowns of my life rn #my safest little safety net is gone :( but my mark on the town will live on #trying so hard to hold it together.#i hate moving so much its so bad.#i feel so awful for my friends.#having to do it all with minimal help from me #but like... idk. I'm trying to make up for it #doing food runs & coming along when people need to go out to buy cleaning supplies etc.#I was also morale until I broke & started really losing it #hopefully I still have some fight in me in the morning... after a good rest.#a rest I cannot take until everything is Done.#I'm so scaaaared #my partner is so hot thoooo #big man doing heavy lifting getting all sweaty #super hot. not allowed to even kiss them tho bc thats a distraaaction #are u still reading this?

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ghostprinceiii · 1 month ago

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Buys Expensive Gamer PC to facilitate playing games for 14 hours straight with Intended Graphics and Non-Abysmal Framerate

Can't even sit at desk for 30 minutes anymore without experiencing horrific back pain that Never Goes Away.

Fuck.

#I miss playing games on my laptop while nearly horizontal in bed it was so much more comfortable I could basically go Forever. But there's #so much my laptop can't run and I really wanted to get to play the games I hear about everybody else playing and get to play them at the #same quality to boot. But chronic pain is a bitch. My $200 costco office chair from years ago is garbage but i cant afford to try and get a #better option. And I exacerbated my usual levels of Fucked Up Legs And Back by being out all day and lifting heavy stuff several times.#I've got plans in-game in an hour but I'm so fucking tired and I really need to lay down or something. Made something to eat as quick as I #was able so hopefully that helps and then I'll probably go find some pain meds for once. But fuck I may need to skip even if it means I #don't get my points this week :(#ghostprince posts

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sl8bqqa8 · 4 months ago

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Beloved mutuals what would you name an aquatic ramshorn snail. I've had mine for almost a year I think and I never thought to name it. Any suggestions?

A brown one like this little critter

#hes such a cute lil guy working to keep the tank clean #cant believe i never thought to give him a name #i got him when he was smaller and its nice to see how much biggers hes gotten since then #plus its cool seeing how his shell grows bigger by adding layers from the front #you can tell so much about his diet and environment just by looking at his ridges like the inner rings of a tree #hopefully next week ill be able to get him some tank mates thatll help him out. looking for ghost shrimp and loaches #i swear every pet store runs out of shrimp as soon as they get them. and the only one with loaches is like a 10 minute drive away

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jeonginsleftcheek · 9 months ago

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Dolly

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

synopsis: you feel lonely and buy a new sex doll on the market, not knowing what you got yourself into.

genre: smut, fluff, sci-fi

word count: 10.3k

warnings: alcohol, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), squirting, creampies

a/n: spooktober continues🤭🫶🏻 if u love black mirror, these are vibes for u! also i'm sorry if the ending seems rushed but i have two more things to write for hyunjin before i continue with my spooktober🫠

!!! this fic has an ambiguous ending

~ divider by @bunnysrph

~ Masterlist

~ Dolly masterlist

Your cursor hovers over the 'continue to payment' button.

Are you really doing this?

It's embarassing enough that you can't get a date lately, and everyone around you keeps bugging you about it, asking when you're going to find a partner already.

Like you need one. You were perfectly fine alone.

But everyone has needs, and the ad for the new sex dolls that have just come out on the market looked enticing.

Each one of the new models was a unique one, only one of them made as it was sort of a trial run for them and your attention was captured by Hyunjin, the romantic doll.

It was expensive too, but you had money saved up on the side and thought, why not get something for your pleasure and try something new as well.

'Fuck it!', you thought and clicked on the button, purchasing the doll; there was no going back now.

Eagerly, you awaited the day it would be delivered to your door and three weeks later, there was a big box in the middle of your living room.

Biting on your lip, you stare at the box as your heartbeat quickens.

In the pictures, it looked so real. Like it was a real human being and to say you were a bit disturbed was an understatement.

But as freaky as it was, you were still so curios about it so you opened up the box slowly, your eyes wide for the peculiarity of it all. There were covers neatly placed over the doll, and bubble wrap just about everywhere, but on top of it all was a letter.

You opened it up and it read;

Hello,

my name is Hyunjin and I am your romantic doll.

I love art, good food and wine, long walks on the beach and heartwarming movies.

Please, treat me with great care as I am sensitive, and no matter what you do with me, always end it with cuddles.

Hope you come to love me as much as I already love you.

As you read that, you couldn't help being a little freaked out by the doll professing his love to you, but you had to remind yourself it's just the creators of it who wrote the letter, making the concept more real and human to give some kind of comfort to the buyer and personality to the doll.

Taking a deep breath, you remove all the bubble wrap and slide off the cover.

"Oh." you gasp loudly, your hand slapped on your mouth as you finally see the doll.

He looks too real to be just a doll and for a second you just stare into his eyes, unmoving but somehow warm, his facial features chiseled to perfection, his lips plump and inviting.

Your eyes travel down to see he was dressed in a nice button up, intricate flower patterns sewn into the material, coupled with nice pants and even some very expensive looking shoes.

The doll had jewelry on, his nails were painted, there was so much detail on it; he even had a mole under his eye. You marvelled at the dedication of the people who made it and obviously put a lot of though into Hyunjin.

You notice then that there is a note sticking out of the shirt's pocket and you carefully pick it up.

My love!

I got dressed for our first date!

Hopefully you like it and enjoy our first romantic night together.

"Wow, they really went all out with this." you say out loud as you look at the doll, the next question forming in your mind.

How heavy is the doll?

You spend a few more minutes just examining it with your eyes, too nervous to touch it and you can't get over the way it looks just like a real human being.

You rest your hand on the box, your fingertips gently grazing the doll's cheek.

"Oh!" you gasp, retracting your hand. It feels like real skin and with wide eyes your hand moves closer to his face again, your palm pressing slowly against his cheek.

"Are you alive?" you chuckle to yourself but the doll doesn't answer or move at all, just as you expected.

Your fingers slowly explore the doll's face, his lips are plushy and they seem actually kissable, the material they used, whatever it was, made it seem like they were real human lips.

You lean in closer to take a better look into his eyes, your hand coming up to play with locks of dark hair, which again, seems like real hair, the little curls are soft to the touch and bounce back as you pull on them gently.

Now you're leaning so close to him, and you can smell the nice, comforting scent radiating off of the doll. You've no idea what they used, but he smells fresh and flowery.

"Okay, let's get you out of the box." you lean back and hook your hands under the doll's arms before making it sit up.

His head falls to the side a little, making you feel a bit creeped out because it really seemed like you were handling a dead person instead of an actual doll, but the only indication that it wasn't a dead human is the lightness of it.

He wasn't as light as a feather but he wasn't as heavy as dead weight either.

"Maybe the couch?" you talk to yourself as you look over to your comfy couch, the pillows fluffed up already and a soft blanket thrown over it.

Somehow, thankfully to your regular exercise, you manage to lift the doll into your arms and carry him to the couch.

The way he slumps when you put him down, again freaks you out a little, but for some weird reason you're even more interested in how you can actually use the doll.

You prop him to sit nicely and turn on the tv to some art channel, remembering how the doll 'said' that he likes art.

"I hope that's what you enjoy." you shrug and throw the fluffy blanket over the doll's legs, folding his soft hands into his lap, before you go back to the box to find the manual.

"Here it is." you dig out the booklet and start reading.

They listed the materials but you still had no idea what they were so it flew over your head. There was also a page with pictures of the other dolls and the makers' letter to the customers, thanking them for purchasing the doll.

Flipping the pages, you find what you were looking for.

Your face becomes red as you read the doll's 'abilites', including that his thing can vibrate and cum, he reacts to your touch and that he has a usb charger that gets plugged into the back of his neck.

"W-wow." you nod to yourself as you keep reading until you flip to the last page.

WARNING!

If there are any malfunctions with any part of the doll, please contact our services.

The doll can bathe in water except the charger opening so be aware of that.

Please do not disfigure or mutilate the doll.

Do not throw the doll into the trash.

Do not break, bruise or cut the doll.

If you're not satisfied, you can always return it to us and get your money back.

If you've purchased our Hyunjin doll, do not be too harsh on him considering he's sensitive.

Hope you enjoy the romantic soul you chose!

Bruise? The doll can bruise?

Why are they talking about it like it's alive?

You gulp and turn to look at the couch but the doll is unmoving, turned towards the tv, same position as before.

You peek back into the big box to find another, smaller box inside it, that was beneath the doll's feet earlier.

You carefully take it out, putting it on the floor and opening it curiously.

Inside, you found a change of clothes, more casual looking ones and something to be used as sleep wear. It was like getting a Barbie doll with all her outfits when you were a kid.

So bizzare, yet it made you feel excited in a way.

After getting up, you decide to clean up the mess you made with the bubble wrap and put the box away in your closet, just in case, if you ever wanted to return him.

"Okay." you nod and come back to peek at the doll.

The television screen reflects in his eyes, his hands crossed in his lap, just how you left him and relief washes over you.

Why are you even scared?

You shake your head and decide to prepare lunch.

You're in your kitchen, listening to some slow music as you cook, completely forgetting about the doll sitting in your living room.

That is, until the volume of the tv suddenly increases making you jolt and gasp.

Your back straightens as you turn off the stove.

Slowly turning around, you stare at the direction the sound is coming from.

You swallow and make your way to your couch, you don't know what to expect but the doll is still in the same position you left it, the tv remote is out of his reach, down on the coffee table.

You grab it and decrease the volume before looking back at the doll.

"If that wasn't you, we have ghosts in this apartment. But if it was you, you're obviously wanting my attention." you cross your arms as you stare at him.

Nothing.

"Fine, I will eat lunch with you." you declare before going back to the kitchen to get yourself food.

You mostly eat in front of your tv anyways, not caring about any rules since you live alone, enjoying the freedom it brings you.

Settling down next to Hyunjin, you pull the blanket over your legs too and start eating.

You chuckle to yourself, if someone saw you right now, they'd think you're absolutely insane, sitting down next to an inanimate doll that looks eerily human.

You take a peek at Hyunjin, sighing as he sits still.

"You do look alive. But I'm literally talking to myself." you say and of course get no answer.

Shrugging, you continue about your day, washing dishes and doing laundry, enjoying your selfcare routine after getting your apartment in order, your Hyunjin doll observing your movements from the couch.

In the evening hours, you finally come back to him.

"Are you tired of being in the same position?" you ask, knowing there will be no answer.

"We can have dinner now." you add and leave to the kitchen to bring out some food and a bottle of wine.

"This is insane. Top 5 weirdest things I've done." you talk to yourself as you look down at your black satin nightgown, with lace details on the top, perfectly resting on your chest. "Maybe it even takes up the first place."

You settle next to Hyunjin once again, changing his position a little as you fill up two glasses of wine.

"Our first date, I guess?" you sigh with a chuckle before drinking the wine.

His glass stands full on the coffee table, untouched as you start eating next to him once again.

"I guess I should tell you a bit about myself. I work in an office. I hate my job but it pays the bills." you say, "I always wanted to be in a band though. Played guitar in high school. Never got too far with that. I love art too, you know, any shape or form of it. Maybe that's why I chose you. You seem like an artist. Or you would be if you were real, ha." you chuckle, yapping away as you keep drinking the wine, the doll listening to you without moving.

You keep pouring the wine into both his and your glass but it's only you drinking from both glasses.

It gives you a nice buzz, warmness that spreads through your body and manifests itself between your legs.

Usually, you'd play with your vibrator or dildo but seeing as you got a literal sex doll, you thought you should use him for the purpose he's made for.

"Now, what do I do with you?" you smirk, your hand coming up to play with the doll's hair, twirling the lock in your fingers.

"I mean, I can do anything I want." you nod, scooting closer to the doll.

"I feel fucking crazy." you laugh, pulling the covers off of Hyunjin.

Your hand is pressed on his thigh as you touch him gently through his clothes, your mind still marvelling at the fact that he feels like a real human being.

"I'm curious." you whisper, your fingertip playing with the button of his shirt, wanting to see what he looks like underneath the nice clothes they made him wear.

Slowly, you start unbuttoning the doll, taking your time with it, as anticipation builds up, creating a swirl of excitement inside you.

When you pop open the last button, you open up the shirt and gasp.

"Wow." you lick your lips at the sight, the doll's nipples look aroused, his stomach is toned, it looks like there's a vein leading down into his pants making your eyes fall down at his crotch.

You still have no idea how they made him look so real but you're eager to explore, planting your hands on his chest, running them up and down to his stomach, tracing the vein with your fingertips.

You run your hands back up to his nipples and flick them gently with your thumb before pinching them experimentally.

Gasping, you notice a growing bulge in the doll's pants.

"Am I pushing the right buttons?" you chuckle at your own joke as you continue playing with his nipples.

Your impatience however doesn't let you stall for too long, so your hands make their way down to the hem of his pants.

"Let's see." with a smirk you unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them down with a little struggle as you have to lift him up a little.

You place your hands on his thighs, squeezing the flesh a little, watching as his cock twitches like he was really alive.

"You really do react to touch." you gasp in wonder, what kind of technology was this?

They even put underwear on him which you think is a nice touch but at this point, you were too curious not to slide them off immediately.

"Woah!" you gasp as his cock springs free of its confines.

You think it's the biggest and most beautiful cock you've ever seen, framed by a neatly cut bush, a visible vein running up the whole length.

You stare at it for a little while before you wrap your hand around it, your other hand fondling his balls.

It feels real once again, like he's throbbing and twitching, hot and heavy on your palm, a bead of precum at the tip.

"What in the hell?" you mumble, your finger swiping at the tip as you gather the liquid and bring it to your lips.

You suck your finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and tasting the sweetness of the doll.

How he tasted so sweet was beyond you.

"Fuck it." you chuckle, pulling off your nightgown and tossing it aside, which leaves you completely naked like the doll is.

"I didn't even kiss you. Not very romantic of me." you smirk as you throw your leg over Hyunjin, sitting in his lap, your wet folds pressed against his cock.

You lean in and press a kiss to his lips, and of course the doll doesn't kiss back but his lips move with your movement and it feels good as you grind on his hard length.

"Look at you. Letting me do all the work like all the rest of them." you scoff with a smirk and at that, the doll's cock twitches a little too hard against you, almost pushing inside you.

"Wow. Someone's excited." you stare at the doll's eyes but there is nothing in there to indicate that he was in fact listening to you.

"For how much you cost, I hope this is worth it." you shrug and grip the base of his cock, guiding it inside you.

Sitting down on his length has you gasping as he fills you up perfectly, like his cock was made exactly for your pussy to take.

Your grip the doll's shoulders and use it for what you intended to when you clicked on that purchase button.

No matter how turned on you are though, staring at Hyunjin's almost expressionless face proves to be a turn off so you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you press your chest to his and continue bouncing on him.

Save for the fact that his hands lay limp on the side, his skin feels human and he feels kind of warm, like there was something inside the doll, warming it up.

"F-fuck." you whimper as the head of his cock brushes against the spongy spot inside you, it's like the more wet you get and the harder you fuck on him, his cock responds to you.

"R-right hand for activation." you repeat the instruction from the manual, as you blindly search for his right hand, sliding your fingertips on his wrist to his palm, your head leaned on his shoulder as you slowly gyrate your hips.

Your fingers interlace with his and it feels almost like Hyunjin grips your hand back, making you jump a little but before you can move away, his cock starts vibrating inside you.

"A-ah!" you moan loudly as your other arm curls around him, holding onto him while you fiddle with his fingers, your legs clamping around him as you start falling apart.

"G-gonna cum!" you whimper, burying your face in Hyunjin's neck and he smells so nice, feels so good as his cock keeps vibrating against your spot, bringing you to your high quickly.

The ecstasy you feel as the vibrations persist, prolonging your orgasm, overstimulating you while you ride the feeling makes you miss the single blink that Hyunjin's eyes make before returning to their original glassy and unmoving state.

"Too much." you whimper, squeezing his thumb and the vibrations stop.

You know that the left hand brings a happy end to the doll but you're not sure if you're done with it yet.

Leaning back to finally look at his face has you a little disappointed as you don't notice any kind of change on his face.

"Kinda wish you were real." you whisper, hugging the doll as you start bouncing on his hard cock again, bringing yourself easily to another orgasm.

You squeeze the doll's left hand after that, and feel spurts of warm cum shooting inside you as his cock twitches, the head bruising against your spot violently as he fills you up with copious amounts of the sticky substance.

You're pretty sure the neighbors can hear you moan as you cum again, the feeling of being filled up to the brim satisfies you and has your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

"Wow." you breathe hard, your cheek leaned on Hyunjin's shoulder as you grip his wrists while you come down.

You lean back to look at the doll again.

Were his lips slightly upturned before?

In the fogginess of your orgasms, you couldn't tell or think straight.

"Be right back." you slide off of him and make your way to the bathroom, taking a quick five minute shower before you grab a wet cloth to clean the doll up.

He sits how you left him, and you kneel between his legs to clean him up carefully.

His cock is not completely soft nor hard anymore, it's somewhere in the middle, but as you touch it gently, it seems to react and twitch again.

"You came already." you smirk and experimentally pinch the tip of Hyunjin's cock, but nothing happens except the member twitching again.

You stand up with a sigh, covering him with the blanket again before you leave for the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Just as you turn on the water to wash your mouth out, you hear something akin to a sigh coming from your living room.

You freeze, turning off the water and listening closely but you only hear the quiet buzz of the lamp above your mirror.

Maybe you were just imagining things.

You shake your head and finish your business before going back to Hyunjin.

"I'm too tired to dress you now, but boxers should be enough." you say and struggle to get him dressed, almost giving up during the process.

"I should just keep you naked in my bed to avoid the hassle." you say, lifting him up and carrying him to your bed.

"Cuddles, right? I do love me some cuddles too." you say with a tired smile as you adjust Hyunjin in your bed.

You join him under the covers and lean on your elbow as you lay sideways, staring down at him.

"How'd they make you look and feel so real?" your hand is on his cheek, and you trace his eyebrows, his nose and lips.

Fingertips travel to his ears, down to his neck and his chest.

"Don't come alive and scare me while I'm sleeping, Hyunjin." a shadow passes in his eyes as you say his name but you're too busy caressing his toned stomach to notice.

"Night." you kiss his lips before turning off the lamp and laying your head on his shoulder.

Somehow, you adjust his arms so that it seems like he's holding you and you throw your leg over his, your hand tracing patterns on his chest and side.

It was like hugging and kissing your pillow in high school, except this one took the shape of a human being.

With thoughts and questions about Hyunjin swimming in your head, you fall asleep quickly, not noticing how the doll's arms tighten around you ever so slightly.

Early in the morning as your alarm starts blaring loudly and annoyingly, you groan and stir, almost forgetting about Hyunjin being next to you.

"Oh!" you gasp. "Good morning, dolly." you say after turning the alarm off, as he stares at the ceiling.

"Sadly, I gotta go to work and leave you here alone. You better behave while I'm out." you lift a finger up menacingly, but there's a playful smile on your face.

"Man, I'm crazy." you shake your head before leaning in to leave a nice, wet smooch on Hyunjin's cheek.

"I'll come say bye before I leave."

And you do so, after eating breakfast and getting ready, you're back in your room.

"Should I put you in the living room so you can watch tv?"

The doll never answers.

"Maybe, yeah. You'll be bored lying in bed all day." you nod and carry Hyunjin to your couch.

You make him comfy, cover him with the blanket, card your fingers through his messy hair and then turn on the tv, leaving the remote in his lap.

"Gonna be late because of you." you sigh and lean down to place a kiss on the doll's lips.

"Be a good doll."

And with that you finally leave your apartment.

All day at work, you can't help but wonder if your Hyunjin doll somehow came alive, and for some reason you were looking forward to seeing him even if he didn't.

"What's got you so happy? Finally got laid?" your coworker chuckles as you stand in the office kitchen making yourself some coffee, you know she always gossips about you behind your back so you don't wanna give her the time of the day.

"Mind your business, Amanda." you answer quickly, turning to leave back to your office.

"Okay, you didn't then." she calls behind you with a giggle but you decide to ignore her.

"Fucking bitch." you mutter to yourself as you close the door.

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully and you can't wait to drive back home to Hyunjin.

"I'm home!" you yell out as soon as you step inside, hearing that the tv is still on, nothing out of the ordinary.

You make your way to your living room to find Hyunjin in the exact same position as you left him almost 9 hours ago, the remote still next to his right hand, the same channel you turned on this morning on the tv.

For some reason, your shoulders slump.

"Well, I guess you've been a good doll and took my warning literally." you shrug a little.

"Still, I want to reward you. As soon as I eat and take a nap that is." you add and go about your routine, eating lunch, taking a shower and of course changing into your comfy clothes, which at this time of the year consisted of an oversized t-shirt and panties.

"Let's take a nap together, dolly." you say to Hyunjin as you lift him up and move him to your bed again.

You lay him on his side, then mirror his position, taking his arm and wrapping it around your waist, the other comfortably under your neck.

Tracing patterns on his stomach and chest again, you start talking.

"Your life is so easy. From the couch to the bed, you don't even have to work or go anywhere. Meanwhile, I have to endure fucking Amanda every day at work. Do you have any idea how bitchy that woman is?", you talk as you cuddle your doll. "She has to know eeeeverything about eeeeeveryone. Soon, she'll crawl up my ass just to look at my insides."

You look at Hyunjin's face and for a moment it seems as if his eyes moved.

"Are you listening to me, perhaps?" you whisper, your hand on his cheek. "I know I'm probably crazy. But I'm glad I got you. Even though you're a bit creepy, you bring me comfort." you add, tucking your head into his neck.

"I'm gonna sleep now."

Slowly blinking your eyes awake, you feel warmness enveloping you that's not coming just from your blanket but from Hyunjin.

Quickly, you realize that somehow his thigh ended up pressed against your core, your leg thrown over him as you scooted closer to him in sleep.

"Oh." a little sound escapes your lips as you grind against his warm thigh, feeling wetness on your panties.

Before looking up at him, you press a kiss to his collarbone and it seems like his thigh moves against you once, making you jolt.

"Hey." you look up at him, but his eyes are unmoving as always.

You observe his face but the throbbing between your legs makes you grind against him again.

"F-feels good." you whimper, leaning in and kissing him, letting your tongue dart out and lick at the plump lips.

You feel his erection press against your other thigh, the one flush against him and you chuckle a little.

"Someone likes me a lot." you say, leaning back to look at him.

It looks like there's a small smile on his face that you swear wasn't there before.

"Hm." you squint your eyes as you stop your movements.

"Gotta try something." you declare after a moment of silence, lifting up and removing the blanket.

You push Hyunjin on his back, hooking your fingers in his boxers and pulling them off of him.

"Aw, you really do like me a lot." you smirk at the sight of the doll's cock, twitching and leaking again like it did yesterday.

"I'll give you some attention, you deserved it."

You spread his legs, adjusting them so you can kneel between his thighs and you lean down.

"I haven't done this in a while. You can't complain though." you chuckle a little as you grip his cock and let your tongue dart out, catching the sweet tasting precum with it.

You don't understand how he tastes so sweet, it's hard to put your finger on what exactly the taste is but it makes you want more so you swirl your tongue around his head, your moans muffled as you swallow the sweet liquid.

"Mm. Fuck you taste good." you whine and put your lips around him again, slowly taking more of him in as you bob your head up and down.

Sucking cock like that is not your favorite thing to do, sometimes it makes you feel uncomfortable but having Hyunjin be so still and so tasty has your arousal pooling on your panties and you keep wanting more.

You take as much as you can, coating his cock in your saliva, your tongue pressing along his vein as you fondle his balls has him twitching inside you.

You smirk and grip his left hand, spurts of hot cum hitting your throat and it tastes even sweeter than before as you whimper and swallow everything.

"Damn hot." you whine, quickly getting rid of your shirt and panties, before you take his now completely wet cock in your hand and start jerking him off to make him hard for you again.

It doesn't take long to excite the doll and you decide to turn your back to him and fuck on his cock like that so that you don't have to look into his lifeless eyes while pleasing yourself.

You sit on him and push his cock inside yourself, your warm cunt engulfing his entire length easily.

"Mm." you gyrate your hips as you close your eyes and enjoy teasing yourself, your wet pussy coating his navel and balls.

"God, you're perfect Hyunjin." you whine and start fucking on him.

In the deep throes of passion as you bounce on him, your nails digging into his thighs for support, your eyes closed in pure bliss, you don't notice anything.

You don't notice Hyunjin blinking, his lips opening to speak but nothing comes out.

He can't move no matter how hard he tries and once again his eyes go back to the glassy state they're always in.

"Gonna cum." you whine loudly, gripping his right hand and he starts vibrating inside you, pushing you over the edge and making you scream as you squirt all over him.

"Fuck." you whine as your eyes focus, noticing you have left red marks in his thighs.

"Oh. Did I hurt you?" you gasp, your fingertips gently running over the marks.

"Didn't mean to." you look back at him but he lays still.

His cock twitches inside you and you grip his left hand, making the doll fill you up as you slowly ride him.

You lift up slowly, his cum sliding down your inner thigh together with your release.

"Made a mess of you, dolly." you look at the state of him.

"Maybe a bath?" he doesn't answer but still you prepare a bath and place him in it, careful of the usb opening on his neck.

You get inside after him, settling between his legs and leaning your back on his chest.

"Why are you so warm, Hyunjin?" you caress his arm as you hold it, his other one thrown over your stomach.

Sighing, you lean on his shoulder and close your eyes, trying to relax in the warm water, as Hyunjin 'held' you.

You still couldn't understand how they made him, but you were willing not to think about that, as he brought you a kind of comfort you didn't expect, making you wanna indulge in that feeling for as long as you could.

It's been exactly two months since you've gotten your Hyunjin doll, and ever since then you've loved spending every day with him.

You talked to him like he was alive, you watched movies with him, you read him books, you slept next to him every single night, you brought him to the kitchen so he can watch you cook, you even took him on late night drives sometimes, feeling bad that he was locked up in the apartment all day.

Sometimes, you thought you saw a flicker in his eyes, a slight smile on his face, or his fingers twitching against his thighs.

Some nights, while you're half asleep, you could swear that he tightened his hold on you or his chest lifted up and down like he was breathing.

Some days, as you'd come home from work you found him in a slightly different position than you left him.

One time, you sat him next to the window so you could watch rain together, and when you came back from making some tea, there was a heart shape in the fog on the glass.

"Did you do this dolly?" you caress his hair and look at him closely but he doesn't react.

You sigh, tracing another heart next to the first one before you sit in his lap, bringing the warm cup to your lips and observing him.

You thought you were going crazy in the beginning but as time passed by, you were becoming sure that there was more to Hyunjin than you initially knew.

"Just say something if you can hear me. Or squeeze my hand." you try for the nth time as you sit on your couch with Hyunjin but nothing happens.

"Fine." you huff. "Maybe you want something first. What would you like? I bought you new clothes. Maybe you want something else like... like something to do with art? We can paint together, if you'd like."

Hyunjin doesn't answer.

Nevertheless, you bring your art supplies and a bottle of wine.

You make yourself comfortable on the floor, next to Hyunjin's legs as he sits on the couch.

You end up being the one painting and drinking, Hyunjin's eyes move to look down at you, the look in his eyes softens, unlike the glassy one he always has.

He wants to talk, he wants to lean over and caress your hair, he wants to taste the wine off of your lips and feel the paintbrush between his fingertips.

But he can't. His eyes become glassy again as your phone rings, jolting you out of your peaceful activity.

It's your mother.

The conversation starts as always and it escalates into a fight of when are you settling down, why aren't you married, why are you closing yourself off, why are you such a failure?

As soon as you hang up a sob escapes your lips and you fall into Hyunjin, seeking comfort as you wrap your limbs around him, your face buried in his neck and your hot tears sliding down from your cheeks to his shirt, soaking it up.

"No one would understand." you cry. "They'd say I'm crazy and maybe I am. But I don't give a fuck."

Your body trembles against Hyunjin as you hiccup and sniffle, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, your leg thrown over his thighs.

His body seems warmer than before and you squeeze him a little.

"Maybe I'm fucking crazy for loving a doll. But I love you Hyunjin." you sigh, closing your eyes as you lean against him.

His eyelids flutter a few times. He blinks.

A deep breath through his nose and you almost miss the way his chest moves up.

You place your hand on his chest, and feel it.

A heart beat slowly forming, at first almost too slow to be normal until it becomes steady and then speeds up.

He's breathing, his lips are dry as he licks at them, his hands clutch onto you and you scream.

You jump up quickly, your eyes wide as you look at him.

Hyunjin looks back up at you, his eyes wide and filled with fear and shock, mirroring yours.

He opens his mouth and a series of coughs escape his lips.

"Wh- How? Am I hallucinating?"

"Y- y/n." is the first thing he says, weakly and quietly as he reaches out for you.

You stay still as a statue, not sure what the hell is happening before your eyes.

"P-please, don't be scared." he begs as he tries to get up but his legs give out and he falls to the floor with a thud.

"Ugh." he whimpers, his hands grabbing at the coffee table.

You're slow to react to him falling from the shock of it all, making your way back to him cautiously.

"Did you hurt yourself?" you ask quietly.

"N-no, I don't think so." he says as he looks up at you.

"Who- who are you?" you don't know what else to ask, because the doll you used and played with was now a human with a heartbeat and he was looking at you, even knew your name.

"What do you mean? I'm- I'm Hyunjin, your romantic doll." he answers like it's the most normal thing ever.

"How are you alive? Why now all of a sudden? I don't get it." you say as he sits back on his legs.

"You... You love me. Your love brought me to life." he swallows, his cheeks rosy.

"Oh... There was nothing about this in the manual." The fucking manual. The doll's actual purpose. Everything you ever did to him. Embarassment washes over you and you feel absolutely mortified.

"Do you... did you hear me all this time? And um, see and feel what I was doing?"

"Y-yeah." he nods, his cheeks becoming even more red.

"Fucking hell." you whine, covering your face with your hands as you sit on the couch.

"Hey, it's okay. I- I was made for that." he says, his hand on your knee in an attempt to comfort you.

You peek at him through your fingers.

"And you were so nice to me. So... warm and loving. You made me feel so good. You never mistreated me even when you knew very well you could do whatever you want with me. I'm thankful for that. And I- I love you too, y/n." Hyunjin talks, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

"Are you programmed to say stuff like that? Are you a robot?"

He chuckles.

"I'm not programmed and I'm not a robot. Didn't you feel my heart beating?"

"I did but... I don't understand. How were you made?" you finally remove your hands from your face.

"I don't know. I wish I could answer your questions but I'm as clueless as you are. I just know I was conscious the whole time while I was with you but I couldn't speak or move. Like I was paralyzed. It was horrible. I tried giving you signs, I tried to talk multiple times but it's like something would hold me back, like there was a wall and I couldn't break through."

"That does sound horrible. I'm sorry if I ever did something you wouldn't agree to." you say quietly, your face burning in embarassment.

"No, no, I liked everything you did." he says with a sheepish smile, averting his eyes. "Wish I could reciprocate." he looks up at you through his lashes.

You're biting on your lip nervously, his hand reaches for you and you accidentally snatch yours away, not used to your doll talking to you and trying to touch you.

"A-are you gonna abandon me now?" he asks quietly as he eyes your hand.

"What?" you look back at him to see that his eyes are watery and you gasp. "No, of course not! I always wished you'd come to life. Didn't think it would actually happen so I'm still processing and hoping that I'm not dreaming."

"Oh, thank god." he exhales and you let him grab your hand. "I- uhm... I'm very hungry and thirsty. Could you help me with that?"

"Oh! Of course! I will make some dinner for us." you say and help him sit up on the couch, noticing that now he's heavier than he used to be.

"I guess I still need to get feeling in my legs and arms." he says as you bring him a glass of water.

"Mhm, probably you need to have blood pumping properly through your body. Don't worry." you pet his hair as he drinks and he looks at you.

"Here, you'll be warm like this." you wrap him up in your fluffy blanket and notice a change on the back of his neck.

"Oh!" you exclaim, your fingertips touching the skin there, making Hyunjin shiver a little.

"The usb opening is gone." you declare and he brings his hand to touch it, your fingertips grazing against each other.

"That's weird." he says absentmindedly.

"All of this is weird." you chuckle and he chuckles with you, making you look at him.

God, he's even more beautiful with a smile gracing his face, you think to yourself.

Without thinking your hands gently cup his cheeks.

"You're really alive." you whisper, your thumbs gently stroking his face, his eyes flutter as he pushes into your hands.

"I am. Does that make you happy?" he asks with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Very happy." you nod with a smile, leaning closer to him.

"Good. I want to make you happy. When you're happy, I'm happy too."

"Hyunjinnie." you whine against his lips and kiss him gently.

Having him kiss back as he clutches at your shirt is the sweetest thing ever, you think as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"Okay, I don't want you to starve now that you came to life." you lean back with a chuckle as he chases your lips.

"Yeah, please, I need food." he nods and you make your way to the kitchen, whipping up a quick dinner, checking constantly if he's okay.

You bring two plates as soon as you're done and Hyunjin's eyes seem to get bigger as soon as they land on the food.

"Be careful, it's still hot." you warn him.

"Okay." Hyunjin nods.

He eats happily, asking for more which you of course bring to him.

"Are you feeling better?" you ask when the two of you finish eating.

"Yes, much better. But I feel very tired now."

"You need sleep. Let's go to bed. Do you think you can walk now?"

"I think so." you grab his arm and help him become steady on his feet.

You lead him to the bathroom and he looks at you.

"Now that you're alive, you need to brush your teeth and wash up before bed."

"Right." he nods.

After a whole ordeal of getting ready, you finally plop down under the covers.

"Can I- Can I hold you?" Hyunjin asks sweetly and you chuckle, rolling your body into his.

"Of course."

"Always wanted to do that." his limbs wrap around you as he holds you tightly, your face buried in his chest.

"Good night, Hyunjin. Please be there when I wake up." you nuzzle into him, inhaling the familiar fresh and flowery scent of him.

"I promise I will. Good night, y/n."

It wasn't a dream.

Your eyes flutter open and Hyunjin smiles at you fondly, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

"Morning, dol- Hyunjin."

"You can call me dolly if that's what you like." he smirks and you chuckle.

"Eh, well you're human now. It feels like I'm degrading you." you gently touch his chest.

"I don't mind." he shifts and you feel his erection press against your thigh.

You gasp a little, your core throbbing with want.

"I'm sorry." his face is red instantly. "It's just- when you touch me... I can't help it."

"It's okay, Hyunjinnie." you slide your hand down to cup him through his boxers.

He whimpers, leaning into you, his eyes fluttering shut and you press your lips on his in a heated kiss.

His tongue licks at your lower lip and you let him in, eager to finally feel his kisses how you craved to.

Hyunjin kisses you messily and hungrily, grinding into your hand, grunting against your lips.

As soon as you slide off his boxers, automatically your hands lift up to push him on his back but he grabs your wrists gently to stop you.

"My sweet girl, let me take care of you how you deserve now that I'm able to." he rasps, his eyes hooded as he looks at you with lust.

"O-okay." you whisper and lay down on your back, letting Hyunjin slide your panties off as you pull off your shirt and toss it somewhere aside.

"I've spent so much time receiving. I want to give, my angel. My hands hurt when I couldn't touch you and make you feel good. That's all I want to do." he sounds desperate as his lips attach to your neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin, his hands roaming on your body and settling on your breasts.

"Mm, make me feel good, Jinnie." you whimper as he squeezes your breasts, massaging them and moaning against your skin like it was more pleasurable to him than to you.

He mumbles sweet praises as he leaves more kisses that lead to your nipple, his tongue darting out to swirl around it, making you arch into him.

His eyes are dark as he wraps his lips around it and starts sucking, his other hand sliding down to grip your inner thigh.

Fingertips ghost on your skin, both his hands now spreading your legs apart.

"Do you know how much I longed to taste your sweet nectar? Will you let me drink from you, my angel?" Hyunjin asks, his finger gently pressing into your clit, circling it.

"Yes, please, oh my god." you whimper, your hips lifting up into his touch.

He smirks, trailing kisses down to your core.

He stops for a moment to admire you and you don't even have time to feel self-conscious as he spreads your pussy lips apart and leans in to stick his tongue inside you.

"F-fuck!" you jolt as he starts moving it before he leans back a little and licks at your sensitive clit.

"Taste even sweeter than I imagined." he moans, his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucks on it, his thumbs gently caressing your pussy lips.

"H-H-Hyunjin!" you whimper as he sucks harder, your hips lifting up in pleasure.

"Could be here for hours. Eating this sweet pussy out." he moans, pushing his tongue inside you again, this time fucking you faster, his nose giving the perfect pressure on your sensitive nub and driving you crazy.

Your hand grips his hair, pushing him more into you as he skilfully moves his tongue, his lips pressing into your lower ones as he makes out with you.

Your orgasm washes over you quickly, coating Hyunjin's face and he laps it all up greedily, his eyes shut as he whimpers into you, sending vibrations right into your core.

You feel crazy with desire the more he continues eating you out like a man starved and you have to grip his hair and pull him away after he gives you two more orgasms.

"H-Hyune, please, I need your cock." you whimper, feeling like you're falling apart.

He licks at his red lips, his eyes crazed with lust he feels for you.

"Anything my angel needs." his voice is husky as he leans over you, the tip of his cock pressed against your wet, messy cunt.

He pushes in with ease, after all, you've been fucking on him for the last two months, your pussy was used to the stretch.

"Mm, Hyunjin!" that doesn't make it feel less pleasurable when he fills you up, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

"Move, please." you whimper, already feeling out of it.

Hyunjin grips your thighs and starts fucking you at a steady pace, his cock dragging against your walls deliciously, sliding easily through your wetness.

"Feel so good. So warm. Just for me." he whimpers, his eyes fluttering shut before they open again and look down where his cock disappears inside you.

"Just for you, Jinnie." you moan and he looks up at you, a smile on his face.

He leans closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and in turn you wrap yours around his shoulders, bringing your bodies flush together as he buries himself deep inside your heat.

He ruts into you desperately, your lips meeting in messy kisses, spit dribbles down your chin and he licks at it, kissing your jaw and your neck wetly.

"P-please tell me you love me." he whimpers in your ear, holding you tightly as he fucks you harder, only taking a little bit of his length out and shoving it back in with force that has your mind spinning.

"I love you, Hyunjin. I love you. So much." you cry happy tears, making him cry too as you clutch onto each other.

"My angel, I love you more than anything." he says as he kisses you, his tongue playing with yours.

He brings you to another orgasm, his fingers on your nipples, pinching and pulling as he keeps rutting into you desperately.

"C-can I cum?" he whimpers, his hands gripping desperately at your waist.

"Yeah." you nod quickly and he gives you his left hand to squeeze and as your fingers entwine, he cums, filling you up endlessly, more than when he was just doll and you whimper as your legs clamp around him, lifting your middle into him and cumming with him again.

Both of you breathe hard as he stays inside you for a moment, before pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you.

"D-do I still have to squeeze your left hand for you to cum?" you chuckle a little.

"No, just... force of habit, I guess." he says sheepishly like he didn't just fuck your brains out.

"What about the vibrations?"

"You really liked that, didn't you?" he smirks, his hand sliding up your thigh tentatively, before his fingers slide between your folds, playing with the wetness.

"Shut up." you say embarassingly, swatting his hand away.

"Don't worry, I can vibrate if you want." he bites on his lip as he looks at you.

"I'm too sensitive now." you whisper and he chuckles.

"I know. Usually you don't go above four, five orgasms in one sitting. Maybe six if you're extra horny."

"It's embarassing to me that you know this in such detail." your face becomes red as Hyunjin chuckles, shaking his head.

"Nothing you should be embarassed about. I'm happy to please you." he says and leans down to kiss you gently.

You pull him into your embrace, hoping that from now on, he stays human, and keeps loving you because in this moment you can't imagine your life without Hyunjin in it.

"Thank you for letting me use your painting supplies." Hyunjin smiles up at you as he sits on the floor of your living room, like you always did when you painted.

"Don't thank me, Jinnie. What's mine is yours." you smile as you sit next to him and lean in closer.

"Let me see." you say as he looks down sheepishly.

He pushes the sketchbook towards you and you gasp.

"Hyunjin, this is amazing! How did you manage to paint so well?! And you painted me! That's so sweet."

"I- I don't know. As I started, it's like I got déjà vu, like I already did this before and many times so."

"Really? That's peculiar." you say.

"Maybe we should call the company I got you from." you add, tapping your chin.

"P-please don't!" Hyunjin panics, gripping at your thigh. "I'm scared. I don't know why but when I try to think of that place, it feels bad. Please don't call them. I don't want them to take me away from you."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. No one will take you away from me. I won't call them." you quickly grab his face to calm him down.

"You promise?" his pupils shake as he looks at you.

"I promise." you nod and kiss him sweetly to let him know he can trust you.

Hyunjin visibly relaxes with your touch, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face in your neck.

"Um... could we go outside? We only ever went on night drives which is understandable but now that I can walk and stuff, we could go out on real dates and maybe visit museums?" he looks up at you with a smile.

"Of course! Anywhere you want to go." you smile back at him, and he leans up to kiss you.

For the next several weeks, you take Hyunjin everywhere.

To the park, the movies, museums, to a club, to different restaurants, to a mall, anything that comes to your mind, the two of you decide to visit, even going to a little town nearby for a day trip.

You don't remember the last time you were this happy and had someone next to you who made everything look so easy and sweet.

Hyunjin had taken an interest in capturing all the pretty moments so you got him a camera, deciding to surprise him for your 6 month anniversary.

As you came home from work, you called out to him but there was no answer.

"Jinnie? Are you sleeping?" you pushed the bedroom door open but the bed was vacant.

A heavy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach as you searched your entire apartment and couldn't find him.

Frantically, you looked for him again, knowing that he didn't suddenly become Barbie sized and hid somewhere.

He was gone.

You ran out of your apartment to knock on your neighbor's door.

"Tony! Did you see Hyunjin today maybe?" you asked him as soon as he opened the door.

"No, I didn't, sorry." he shook his head.

You didn't know what to do so you went back to your apartment and burst into tears.

Hyunjin didn't have a phone you could contact him with as he never had the need to use one so you had no way of reaching him.

All you could do was sit and wait, biting your nails as every single scenario runs through your mind.

He will come back, you reassure yourself as you fall asleep from exhaustion.

And he does, around 10pm the door clicks open and you jolt up from your nap on the couch.

"Hyunjin?" you say into the dark space and he turns on the light, standing in the middle of your living room with two gift bags in his hand and an apologetic look on his face.

"Oh my god, Hyunjin!" you jump to your feet, running to him and throwing your arms around him, squeezing him tightly and almost knocking him down as the bags fall out of his hands and he wraps his arms around your waist.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. I should've left you a note. I-I went out to get a gift for our anniversary tommorow."

"Please, don't ever disappear like that again. Do you have any idea how scared I was?" you cry and Hyunjin gasps, his hands on your face as he wipes away your tears.

"I'm really sorry. I will never ever do something like this again." his eyes water too.

"I should get you a phone." you shake your head. "Hey, how did you even manage to buy a gift? You don't have any money." you chuckle, wiping at your cheeks.

"I went to the park and painted portraits of people for money, then got the gift."

"Oh, Jinnie, you sweet fool. Just don't give me any more scares."

"I promise I won't." he nods and your lips seal in a kiss.

Despite having so many options to choose from now, Hyunjin and you decide to have a nice dinner at home for your anniversary, where it all started.

You even took out the most expensive plates and silverware you owned, adding some candles to create a more intimate atmosphere, some light romantic music playing in the background.

"Y/n, I um- got you something I'd like to see you wear tonight for me."

"Oh, you did?" you smirk. "Show it to me."

Hyunjin grabs one of the gift bags and reaches it to you with an excited smile.

You chuckle and peek inside, seeing that he got you black and red lacy lingerie as well as a dress.

"Do you like it?" he asks.

"Very much so." you take out the dress and touch the silky material. "This dress is very revealing." you notice the opened back and the deep neck line that would definitely almost make your breasts fall out.

"I was counting on the fact that we celebrate here because you in that dress is for my eyes only." his eyes darken suddenly.

"Oh yeah? Let me get ready for our dinner then." you chuckle and make your way to the bathroom.

Hyunjin decides to wear the clothes he arrived in, since those were the only fancy clothing items he owned, and he thought it was kind of symbolic to put them on tonight.

You walk into your bedroom to find Hyunjin dressed and staring at the big box he was packed in, one you still didn't get rid of.

"Jinnie?" you call out as he seems to be deep in thought.

"You kept the box." he says, still looking at it.

"I did. I had no idea what I was getting into so I left it just in case. I was gonna throw it out, it's just really heavy." you explain, making your way to him.

"When you arrived, two men had to carry the box in, and somehow the box seemed heavier than you. I barely managed to get it into the closet. Had to push it and stuff. Sorry I didn't have the chance to get rid of it."

"It's okay, y/n. You don't have to apologize." he smiles as he turns towards you.

"Oh." a gasp leaves his lips as he sees you all dressed up for him.

"You like?" you smirk, winking at him.

"Mhm." he nods quickly. "You look stunning, my angel."

"Thank you, Jinnie. You look handsome."

His cheeks seem to become more red with the praise as he mutters, his eyes darting left and right.

You enjoy your dinner together, romantic music playing in the background, the tv mute, left on just from the habit of it.

After you finish eating, you migrate to the couch to cuddle and drink wine, some stupid show playing on the screen and the two of you jokingly read from the character's lips, making up nonsensical conversations and laughing.

After some time and some more wine, Hyunjin becomes even more handsy than usual, grabbing at your thighs, sliding his hands on the silky material of the dress.

You melt into him, kissing him as your arms wrap around his shoulders, your tongues languidly massaging each other as your core throbs with need.

Hyunjin caresses you gently, his hands worshipping you, sliding down your throat, to your collarbone, to the swell of your breasts, down to your stomach and waist, landing on your hips.

His lips attach to your neck as he leaves wet kisses on your skin, licking at it and sinking his teeth in.

"Mm." you moan, playing with his hair as he kisses your collarbone and the flesh of your breast, leaving another love bite on the soft skin.

His hands travel under your dress, roaming around on your legs and your eyes open, landing on the tv, making you gasp.

"Hyunjin, that's you!" you jolt, pointing at the screen.

"Huh?" he mumbles, already drunk on you.

You quickly grab the remote and turn on the sound.

"...seemingly the dolls have some kind of malfunction that the company does not wish to reveal to the public. All eight of the purchased dolls are required to be returned and the buyers will get their money back, guaranteed. The customers will be contacted accordingly..."

"M-my friends. I vaguely remember them." Hyunjin breathes quickly, you can see that he's getting upset quickly. "They wanna take me away from you."

"I won't let them." you quickly shake your head.

"What are we gonna do?" he asks, clenching his fists and you gently grab his hands, trying to soothe him.

"We're gonna... leave."

"Leave?"

"Yeah, I have a house my aunt left me up in the mountains. I don't think they can find us there. For now, until we think of where to go next." you start planning immediately.

There was no way you would let anyone take Hyunjin away from you.

"But, what about your job? And your things?" Hyunjin bites on his lip.

"I don't care. All I care about right now is making sure you're safe." you smile at him, your hand coming up to caress his cheek.

Hyunjin smiles, leaning into your touch and wrapping his arms around you.

"Thank you." he whispers into your hair.

You get a call from an unknown number the next day, but one quick google search tells you it's the company Hyunjin came from.

You packed one bag of a few essential things you'd need, leaving most of your belongings behind.

"Y/n! There's a black van posted outside. It's been there for hours. They're looking at the building right now." Hyunjin announces and you make your way to the window, half hiding behind him.

"We need to use the fire exit." you declare and Hyunjin nods as he turns to you.

"I won't let them take you. I promise." you hold his hands.

"I trust you, my angel." he smiles and you kiss him gently before the two of you exit the building, quickly entering your car.

You step on the gas, and reach out to hold Hyunjin's hand in yours.

As you speed off into the sunset, hoping for a better tomorrow, a black van rounds the corner, following you from afar...

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