#and use my computer the rest of da time

[ali-da-demon]

Erm goodnight tumblr :D

I have this big this tomorrow and I might post the fit reveal (If I can get my grubby little hands on my younger brothers Ipad.)

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIKTOK TRENDS * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　part 2 || part 3 || part 4

Since the pandemic, tiktok has become one of the most used social media in the whole world, thousands of people download it every day and thousands more create content daily or, sometimes, just post a video that explodes in views, many of them starting a career with it, or creating a hobby from it.

And that's what happened in Y/N's life. She was still finishing high school when she posted her first video on the app, not expecting it to get more than 10 likes.

She was at the triplets' house, still in Boston, watching a movie with her boyfriend, when that same video exploded, reaching more than 300 thousand views and 150 thousand likes.

So, while Matt, Nick, and Chris were starting their careers on their new YouTube channel, Y/N was starting hers on TikTok.

Fans loved the fact that Chris's girlfriend had a TikTok account and posted regularly, after all, she lived with him in LA, which meant that the fandom had content of her and him together almost weekly.

Y/N was the typical influencer who participated in all the trends that interested her, from dancing or singing famous songs to recording herself cooking different recipes.

But the ones she loved most were the couple trends, and it was nothing that a few minutes of begging Chris to do them with her couldn't convince him.

Secretly, the boy loved making that mini videos for TikTok with Y/N; he adored showing that he was hers, how much he loved her, and how obsessed he was with her.

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1.

Chris positioned Y/N's phone on top of his computer desk, the device resting on his laptop with the screen facing forward, the TikTok camera already open, and with the audio already selected.

The boy took his Prada wallet from the back pocket of his baggy jeans, leaving it ready in his hand, hiding it behind his back.

His blue eyes glanced briefly at Y/N, who was on his right side and out of the camera's frame, a smile on her face as she admired him, waiting for the recording to begin.

He extended his right arm, clicking the red button in the bottom center of the screen. The melody of the chorus of Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast in America by Gym Glass Heroes began to play.

"Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like"

Chris removed his hand that was hidden behind his back, showing the black wallet and opening it, holding it on the left side so that the right side was exposed to the camera, the transparent plastic holding a small picture of Y/N. His face appeared on the right side of the screen, a sideways smile decorating his face.

The girl was lying on Chris's chest in the picture, probably in their bed, the room was dark and the camera's flash completely illuminated her face, a big smile adorned her features along with her closed eyes.

Chris brought his wallet closer to the phone's front camera, holding it there for a few seconds before lifting it slowly and lowering it quickly while moving slightly to the right side.

"Take a look at my girlfriend"

Y/N's figure appeared where the wallet was, wearing a pink set from Fresh Love, a soft smile on her face as her eyes focused on Chris, a passionate glow in them.

"She's the only one I got (ba-ba-da-da)"

Chris returned the smile, placing his wallet on the desk and pulling his girlfriend's body against his, filling her face and neck with kisses. Y/N, throwing her head back with her mouth open in silent laughter, was the last image the camera captured before the tiktok ended.

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2.

Y/N docked her phone in the phone holder attached to the dashboard of the triplets' car, which she asked Matt to borrow the keys so she could go out to lunch with Chris.

She lowered the device's screen brightness, leaving it at minimum so that Chris wouldn't see the TikTok camera opened. Her eyes quickly went to her boyfriend next to her, seeing him scrolling through his own cell, probably looking for a nice restaurant for them to eat at, as Y/N had asked him to do.

She quickly clicked the red record button at the bottom of the screen, smiling briefly at it, an amused gleam in her eyes.

"There's this Osteria Mozza that looks cool. It's Italian, just how you like it." Chris commented, his eyes still focused on his own phone screen as he read the restaurant's reviews.

"Great, I feel like eating pasta." Y/N nodded quickly. "Let me just touch up my lip gloss real quick." She asked, turning her body sideways and reaching over to the seat where Nick normally sits, grabbing her purse.

She pulled it forward, slamming the side of it against the back of Chris' head, before placing it on her lap.

"Ouch, fuck! What was that for?" Chris's voice was high pitched due to the surprise of the impact, his cap almost falling off his head as his right hand left his phone and went to his hair, fixing the piece there while he looked exasperatedly at his girlfriend, his blue eyes wide.

The girl pressed her lips together as she tried to hold back her laughter, clearing her throat momentarily. She opened her purse and took out her Dior lip gloss.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't even notice. Are you okay?" Y/N glanced at him quickly, her brow furrowed in false concern.

"Yes, just be careful next time." Chris asked, removing his hand from his cap before turning his attention back to his phone.

Y/N closed the zipper after reapplying her lip gloss, anticipating her boyfriend's final reaction before turning her body again, raising her arm and taking the purse to the backseat, slamming it into Chris again, this time hitting his nose.

"Babe! What the fuck?" He frowned, turning abruptly to her as he brought his hand up to his nose, rubbing the area. "What the hell are you doing?"

A sound of laughter escaped Y/N's throat, her mouth falling open as a laugh escaped freely, her head falling back. Chris watched her as if she were crazy, the beginning of a smile appearing on his lips, his blue eyes running over her expressions.

"I'm sorry baby, it was for a tiktok. You're so funny." She said amidst laughter, pointing to her phone that was still recording them.

Chris rolled his eyes, a big smile taking over his features as his hand reached for the device. He widened his eyes at the camera playfully before clicking the red button again, stopping the recording.

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3.

Y/N took advantage of the fact that Chris was still brushing his teeth in the bathroom of their bedroom to position her phone on the nightstand on her side of the bed, the front camera capturing an entire side of the room.

She pressed her lips into a thin line, trying to contain her laughter in anticipation as she grabbed her pillow and blanket from the bed, gathering them both under her arm.

"Chris, I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight." Y/N spoke out loud, intending for the boy to hear her.

And he did, lifting his head abruptly and turning his body completely towards her, his toothbrush in hand and toothpaste on his lips.

"What?" His voice was muffled by his full mouth, his eyes wide as he watched her in surprise.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch today." She repeated, looking directly at him this time, making sure her body wasn't in full view of the camera or cutting into Chris's image.

"What? Why?" Chris asked again, a thread of sadness crossing his blue eyes as his brow furrowed, his mind working hard to try to understand what he had done wrong. A pain took over Y/N's heart, wanting to give up on the idea right then and there.

"I'm going to sleep in the living room, on the couch." Y/N spoke one last time, turning around and walking towards the bedroom door, in order to open it, but her action was stopped by the brunette, who spat the paste in his mouth into the sink and dropped the brush, running towards the girl.

"Wait, you sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the floor above a blanket or something, and tomorrow morning, we'll talk about it. Just don't let me sleep alone." He asked in a desperate tone, taking her arm and pulling her close, wanting to hug her and apologize for whatever he had done, even without knowing what it was.

Y/N looked into Chris' eyes, her own wide in surprise. She didn't expect that.

"Oh my baby, no! It's a prank, just a tiktok trend." The girl explained quickly, pointing briefly to the phone still recording before pulling Chris into her arms, feeling her eyes filling with tears and her heart warming with love.

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4.

"Nick, this is not that difficult. They only have two types: pink and purple, I want the pink one! Are you dumb?" Chris was talking loudly, his phone pressed on his ear as he was on a call with his brother, having asked Nick to buy a specific candy he knew Y/N liked on his quick trip to Target.

Y/N walked towards him with her own phone in hand already recording, the rear camera facing Chris, who was sitting on their bed with his back against the headboard, the blanket covering half of his body as the sound of a random series came out of the television.

The girl was only wearing small cycling black shorts and a Chris t-shirt that was huge on her body, covering her bra-free boobs.

She walked closer as she watched her boyfriend fight with his brother, a look of boredom in his eyes that quickly met hers, a small smile appearing on his face as he sent her a wink.

Y/N smiled back before stopping her steps, her free hand going to the hem of her - his - t-shirt and pulling it up a second later, exposing her boobs to Chris.

His blue eyes widened in a matter of seconds, his mouth opening into a perfect O. Nick's voice sounded shouting from the other side, demanding that Chris responded, but to his ears, everything seemed to have gone silent.

"Nick, buy anything, you name it. I need to take care of one thing right now, I mean, two." The brunette spoke weakly into his phone, lowering the device and clicking the red button to hang up the call without even looking at it, completely ignoring Nick's voice on the other end.

The girl let out a laugh, the image of Chris standing up abruptly and pulling Y/N against his body being the last thing captured on camera, before the tiktok ended.

© vanteguccir

[devoutekuna]

Saying their first words

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

He's got little interest in his child's milestones, always keeping his stoic face unless it involves something big. So when his daughter was crying in her cot, he was dreading the moment he'd have to get up and sort her out, knowing that you deserved the rest as he thought about why he had such a whiny child. Standing next to her crib, sticking his finger out for her to grab, directly bringing it towards her mouth as she tried to suck on it, he hates the feeling of her mouth on him, always biting him that's why he didn't really like her much. "Pa-" the small characters being recorded in her mind as she tried to remember what to say. "Papa" a gummy grin appearing onto her face, still messing around with his finger as she lifted her legs around, trying to get on her stomach or get atleast a reaction out of him. A small smile appearing on his face, he wasn't big on affection, especially when it came to kids, glancing back at your body, checking if you heard that, to only to be met with you sleeping.

Nanami-

You were busy shopping so he was left in charge of his daughter, putting her crib in his office as he worked, typing away at the computer as his daughter giggled behind him, messing around with the new fact that she had just discovered her feet, trying to stick them in her mouth, grabbing her leg and adjusting it so it wasn't so close to her head. Her blond hair swayed into her face, falling out of line from the ones behind the headband. "Dada!" Reaching her hand out to touch his, seeing his tired expression only made him want to reach out more, as if she could understand emotions like that. Seeing a smile appear onto his exhausted face, only making her want to say it more. "Da!" Only half the word getting out but it was still something. Leaning down to give her head a small peck before picking her up onto his lap.

Gojo-

"Say mama" rubbing her back as she stared up at you, her big blue eyes which she clearly inherited from her father, piercing your soul. Glancing back as she gripped the collar of your bra. Her father sat opposite you two, ushering for her to come over so that he could persuade her. "Say papa" patting his knee for her to rush over, it was clear who she obeyed more as she crawled her way there. Resulting in a sigh from you as you felt her grasp leave your body. "Papa!" A toothless grin coming upon her face as she saw the excitement on her father's face, directing his eyesight towards you for a quick second before back to his daughter. "Ya' hear that Y/N?" Bragging in your face as he picked up his daughter and showed the resemblance of them too, white hair matching with bright blue eyes. "She said my name, not yours" a sly smirk appearing on his face.

Geto-

Laid out on the bed as he rested his head on the pillow, his daughter beside him as she messed with his hair, always ripping it away from her every few seconds since she was always putting it in her mouth. The 3rd time she did it, it started with tears, the water pooling into her eyes, seeing what he had done he tried to correct it, grabbing her small body and trying to tickle her or atleast help her find some comfort in his hands. "Papa" crying out for him as she fell backwards, not being used to holding up her body for a long time, crashing into the plush duvet. A smile appearing on his face. Sat up fully as he readjusted his position.

"What was that baby?" Tickling her stomach gently as she tried not to laugh, still pooling out tears for no reason, refusing to say it again as she tried to crawl away, flipping onto her stomach, edging closer to the ledge with each moment.

Toji-

"Hands out" throwing his son's hand out of his food as he ate with him on his lap, he was sick and tired of this kid reaching into his food, getting his grubby hands all over it, it was his second bowl since he had already spilled the first one. He understood why you hated having a baby sat on your lap as you ate. Looking up at his father, scowling passionately as he tried eating again. "Papa" trying to baby his way into this by acting all cute, reaching up to touch his chin as he saw Toji almost choked on his food, swallowing it successfully as he looked down to him.

"What was that!?" The excitement being imminent in your tone of voice. "Ya want him?" Motioning for the baby to move onto your lap, he was holding back a smirk, wanting to give his child a good hair ruffle if he had some, knowing it would result in tears since he was pretty heavy handed.

[versias]

Dead Serious Prompt, feat. BFF Jon

Jon had a standing invitation to Wayne Manor, as all the Supers did. They had to be careful for identity reasons but when you could move as fast as he did, it was easy to stay out of sight. Still, Jon always tried to text first. He was normally very good about texting Damian before he showed up at the manor, but he’d been in a hurry to tell him the latest gossip. 

Jon only pulled up short, a couple miles off when he heard a heartbeat he did not recognize. He scrunched his face and wondered why he hadn’t heard it before. 

A few seconds later he had the answer: the next beat. Da. Dum. Da. Dum. Like it was struggling to keep pumping. At this rate, their heart must only beat, like, thirty times a minute.

That was super not normal. Was it medical distress? 

He shut his eyes and focused on the manor. He mentally filtered out the sounds in-between like his dad had taught him. The rest of the Bats had normal heart rates, and no one was shouting for help or anything. 

Jon tilted his head a little, trying to construct the image in his head. Bruce was in the Cave. Duke was in his room maybe, snoring away. It sounded like Cass and Stephanie were training. The one closest to the odd heartbeat was Damian, who didn’t sound like someone in a room with a dying human. 

But Damian could be a little weird about things so Jon mentally turned up the volume in the room they occupied.

“-wants a PowerPoint?,” asked an unfamiliar voice, nervous and faltering. 

“So I assumed.” Damian replied.

“D- do you want to work on that together or should we, uh, split it between us?”

“We will construct it together.” There was a sound of shifting fabric as he… fidgeted? What?? “If you’re amenable, we can use my study to work after school. Alfred can bring you to your home at the end of the night as well, so as not to impose upon your parents’ time.”

“Your family won’t mind if I’m just… here? Every day?”

“Of course not. You have every reason to be in my home,” Damian assured. His heart sped up. Jon slapped a hand over his mouth. There was no indication of danger so… his pulse had to be reacting to what he was feeling! What!! “I invited you.”

“Right, of course. Thanks so much, by the way, for letting me come over. I really didn’t want to expose you to my parents’ weirdness this early in our relationship.”

He didn’t sound like he meant it romantically, but Damian’s heart stuttered anyway. 

Jon let out a tiny scream behind his hands. Damian!!! You didn’t say anything about your big fat crush on whoever is in your house right now!!! Unfair! Not cool! Jon told him everything about the people he liked!!

Jon approached the Manor and landed out of sight. He went to the front door instead of climbing in through a window or going through the cave. 

Alfred smiled at him, not questioning the shining grin on his face. “Master Damian is currently entertaining a guest. They are partners for a science class project.”

“Is he-?” He whispered like he was worried Damian would hear him from the third floor. Jon made a complicated hand motion that conveyed nothing. Alfred understood immediately.

“He has been very attentive to mister Danny’s needs. I imagine they will want snacks soon. Would you like to take the tray up to them, young mister Kent?”

Jon loved Alfred so much. He was an old guy but he had a wicked sense of humor. Jon was going to bother Dami and his crush relentlessly, as a good friend should!

When he made it up the steps, balancing a tray of little sandwiches, cookies, and fruit, he could hear them both murmuring about the outline they’d need to construct for the paper and who should do what preliminary research. They both sounded like they were engrossed in the work. 

Nerds, he thought fondly. He barged in.

Damian, sitting on the couch next to someone who had to be Danny, jerked away from the teenager like he’d been caught doing something bad. They were a little close on the couch but it was a reasonable distance for looking at the computer sitting on Danny’s lap.

Damian scowled at the door. His face registered Jon’s presence, eyes flicking back and forth between the tray and Danny and his friend.

Jon grinned at Damian. Damian’s face fell into the rigid, blank mask it always took when he was trying not to show anything. His heart slowed to a steady pace. 

Hiding the evidence, huh? Too bad, Jon had already caught on. No secrets here, Dami!

Danny blinked at Damian, who to him had pulled away for no reason. “You good, man?”

“I am fine,” Jon’s friend replied, slipping into an even more formal tenor, eyes flicking to Jon then back.

Danny caught the motion and looked to the door. 

Jon raised the tray in one hand. “Hey Dames, sorry to show up outta nowhere! I bring snacks courtesy of Alfred as an apology though!”

It was Danny’s turn to look between Jon and Damian. His eyes lit up in recognition and he actually got up to shake Jon’s hand. “Hey, you must be the best friend! I’ve heard a lot about you! Jon, right?”

Jon smiled and nodded, carefully shaking Danny’s hand with the least amount of strength. 

“Damian talks about me at school, huh?” 

He glanced at Damian and the boy’s answering scowl said it all.

“Mostly stories over lunch, nothing bad. Damian has been really cool! He’s been showing me around since I just moved to Gotham a couple weeks ago.”

Jon shot Damian a hurt look behind Danny’s back when the boy turned to acknowledge Damian, a shy duck of the head in thanks, before he turned back to Jon. 

“Oh??”

“Yeah, he’s showed me all around the Diamond District and we even went to the planetarium! It was insane; Gotham has the best telescope on the eastern seaboard!”

That all sounded very date-like to Jon, and from the sparkly look in his eyes, he’d had a lot of fun. Jon wiggled his eyebrows at Damian. 

Damian responded with a finger dragged over his throat and a pointed motion to the place where a pouch would be on his utility belt, were he wearing it instead of the stuffy school uniform he wore to Gotham Academy. 

Danny fiddled nervously with his fingers. “Hey, uh, where’s the bathroom from here?”

“Down the hall, last door on the right!” Jon chimed in before Damian had a chance. The scowl was back, and the bat’s protégé was glaring so hard Jon worried he might develop heat vision spontaneously. 

The moment Danny had shut the door, Damian turned to Jon and said: “Get out of my house.”

“Aw, I just wanted to say hi! I’m your best friend who you apparently talk about to ~boys~.” The singsong on the last word made Damian’s eyebrow twitch. 

“Not anymore,” he growled. “This betrayal will not go unpunished.”

“I just wanna meet the boy you’re making googly eyes at!” Jon teased. “Friends tell each other about crushes! C’mon, when were you going to mention Mr. Starry Eyes? Ever?”

There was a sharp intake of breath, and Damian furtively checked that the door was still closed. “I am not making… googly eyes. Danny is here to work on a project. We are assigned partners. There is nothing more to it!”

“Uh-huh, and you weren’t working up the nerve to touch his shoulder before I came in—“ the light of triumph briefly flared in his eyes and his mouth opened. Jon went on— “or put your hand on his leg to lean over and point at something on the screen.”

Damian’s mouth snapped shut. His eyes went to the table top. He crossed his arms with a huff. “It only makes sense to brace myself when leaning over. Most people don’t have that kind of core strength. It was necessary.”

A flimsy excuse from Robin? 

Jon couldn’t help it. He laughed.

[toxic3mmy]

Star Struck

prompt: you get a message from alex on tumblr

hai lovely peeps <3

this is gonna be a short little book type thing with a few more chapters to come

i hope you guys enjoy!

ps- ill try my best to update this series at least once a week!!!

you mindlessly scrolled through tumblr. yes it wasn’t 2015 anymore but you still used the app religiously. you had a good number of followers, too.

you posted about all the emo and alternative music you were into and not to mention the youtubers who you loved.

your number one favorite youtuber was alexis quackity. you related to him in many different ways. he made you laugh on days you weren’t doing too well. he meant a lot to you, even if you didn’t know him personally and it was all most likely just an internet personality.

still, you found yourself talking about his latest let’s talk streams or even his random tweets. you loved having a community of online mutuals that felt the same way about quackity.

____

halfway across the country, alexis sat cross-legged on the floor of his cluttered apartment, surrounded by a sea of empty takeout boxes and energy drink cans. his eyes were glued to the computer screen, the glow from the monitor reflecting off his square-rimmed glasses. his mouse hand hovered over the keyboard, poised to respond to the endless stream of comments that flooded his youtube channel. his thumbs danced across his phone, scrolling through the notifications that seemed to never end.

it had been a wild ride for alexis since he started streaming games and posting videos under the moniker 'Quackity'. the fame had come quickly, and with it, the adoration of millions of fans around the globe.

sometimes alex would take the time and look through his community of devoted fans. he would use throwaway accounts to simply be unknown for once and just see what there was out there.

his fans were so unbelievably talented. many of them were amazing artists making portraits of him or even writing songs for him. some were even exceptional writers and the fanfiction stories he’d come across were actually pretty good.

amidst the digital chaos, one fan seemed to stand out from the rest. y/n, with her username 'Y/NIsNotHere', had caught his attention with her thoughtful comments and unyielding support. He clicked on her tumblr profile, and there it was: a fan account dedicated solely to him.

her profile was a shrine to his digital persona, filled with meticulously edited gifs, screenshots from his streams, and heartfelt notes about how his content had changed her life. Alexis felt a strange mix of flattery and curiosity. he hovered over the 'send message' button, his heart racing with excitement.

what did she look like? what was her voice like? would she be as amazing as she seemed? with a deep breath, he typed out a simple hello.

granted, he was using a secret throwaway tumblr account so he didn’t expect for an immediate response. and yet, the response still came rather quickly.

Y/Nisnothere: hi! whats up?

emoboy666_: nothing much, just surfin da web. so you’re a fan of quackity?

Y/Nisnothere: yeah im definitely a huge fan. there’s just something about him you know? he’s different, he makes me feel okay

alexis’ cheeks heated up after reading the compliment. he smiled softly as he continued to message you

emoboy666_: i totally get you! it’s nice to be distracted from things

Y/Nisnothere: for sure! so tell me about yourself

emoboy666_: well, im in my early 20s.. im mexican, i love video games and art….. oh and you can just call me A

Y/Nisnothere: well im 21, im also mexican, im also really into all things artsy and nerdy and well, emo lol, and you can just call me y/n :3

emoboy666_: i’m glad we have some things in common! your blog is really cool btw, it’s like a hidden gem amongst the cyber world

Y/Nisnothere: aw thanks! that’s really sweet of you to say <3

emoboy666_: no prob (: so, what are you doing right now?

Y/Nisnothere: oh not much, trying to do homework but getting distracted by tumblr and twitter lol. and u?

emoboy666_: oh same here, what do you study?

Y/Nisnothere: i’m studying art

emoboy666_: that’s awesome! maybe you should show me some of your work sometime

Y/Nisnothere: yeah! id love to (:

emoboy666: me too (:

Y/Nisnothere: (: <3

the two of you continued to message each other practically all night. you were happy to have made a new online friend and alexis was happy to get to know one of his fans.

neither of you truly knew who was on the other end of the phone but you still really enjoyed talking to one another. it was refreshing for the two of you.

you fell asleep with thoughts of your new friend, A

[fawtyy]

Difference P1

Rafael Barba x daughter! Reader

Warnings: none, doesn’t follow svu storylines

Word count: 2.5K

Barba was enjoying the slumber that had taken over. He was able to get home early the day before, showering and getting comfortable and cozy in his king size bed. The sheets and large duvet was just what he needed after a long week of a difficult case. He even turned his alarms off, wanting to try and sleep past 6am.

And he almost succeeded.

5:30am, on the dot, the loud speaker coming from your bathroom blared. His eyes shot open and he sat straight up in his bed. Looking at the alarm clock, he groaned out, his palms pressing into his eyes. Hearing your loud singing and the shower going made it even worse.

Using the shampoo bottle as a microphone, you sang your heart out before using the contents to wash your hair. Finishing up your shower, you got out, wrapping a towel around your body and another in your hair. Brushing your teeth and completing your skincare, you got started on your hair.

5:30am may seem early for some people. Actually, it is early. But you were too excited to sleep any longer. Too excited to not get up super early to get ready and make sure you look perfect. Even if it makes your dad debate dropping you off at a fire station and not think twice.

Today would be your fist day at school. A real school, for the first time in your whole learning experience. Your dad kept you homeschooled, spending most of your days in his office or a courtroom on a computer, learning from online teachers and tutors.

During the summer, you sat down with him and had a serious talk since you would technically be starting your junior year of high school. He kept you "close", in his words, though, "sheltered" in yours. You were sixteen years old with no friends. Pulling the waterworks towards the end of the conversation, he gave in, enrolling you in a private school near his office. You'd also just recently moved with him from Brooklyn, since he became an ADA in Manhattan. This was your fresh start.

Finishing up in the bathroom, you walked back to your bedroom that was conjoined. Smiling at the uniform hanging off of your closet, you dressed and slipped into your shoes. Grabbing your bag, you walked to the kitchen to see Rafael Barba, your father, pouring a cup of coffee. You kissed his cheek as you walked by. "Good morning, Papi."

He smiled at your affection, nodding while taking a sip. "It almost was." You rolled your eyes while searching the fridge for a morning snack. He looked you up and down, taking in your school uniform as his stomach twisted. The thought of you not going with him with your laptop, having lunch with him during breaks and going over cases with him. It hurts. "Are you sure about the whole school thing? I've experienced it first hand and it's not great."

You smiled, taking a bite of the fruit you found. "I've been conjoined at your hip for the past sixteen years. I think it's time."

He scoffed, setting his cup down. "Conjoined is a bit harsh. If anything, I've been training you to be my prodigy."

"Oh right, because being a lawyer is what I want to do with my future." Facing him, Barba had his brows raised. "We've had this talk, I'm not doing the whole lawyer thing."

Shaking his head, he downed the coffee, setting the cup in the sink. "Yeah, I don't remember that one. Guess we'll talk about it later."

Shaking your own head, you both grabbed your bags and left the apartment. While sitting in the cab, your leg bounced with nerves. You were a social butterfly, wanting to know and be friends with everyone. It was a reason Barba was so nervous to leave you alone. He didn't even want to leave you during the summer while he worked. He placed a hand on your shaking knee, smiling when you turned towards him. "it's going to be fine, prometo."

Nodding, you swallowed the rest of your nerves and stared out of the window. The cab eventually stopped in front of the DAs office, your school being a short walk from there. Barba decided he would walk you to the entrance, having plenty of time before being needed.

The air was still warm even though it was so early. Since moving, you hadn't left the apartment much. While Barba worked, you settled into your new home. Unpacking everything and setting the place up.

The school came into view, the nerves back in your stomach. A crossing guard stopped traffic, allowing the students and teachers to cross. Turning towards your dad, you gave him a nervous smile while he pulled you into a hug. "Everyone will love you and you'll make plenty of friends, I know it." Pulling back, you nodded and took a deep breath. "If not, I'll find a reason to sue."

Giggling, you gave him one last hug. "I love you, papi."

"I love you, cariño."

Hearing the guards whistle, you quickly walked across to the entrance, waving goodbye one last time and walking inside. There were people everywhere. The girls were wearing the same uniform as you were, a polo with the schools logo and a skirt. The boys were wearing the same shirt though the were wearing khakis. The teachers were standing outside of their classrooms, greeting the students with smiles. Pulling out the folded piece of paper, you looked through your schedule and tried to follow directions around the school.

Walking while reading a sign, you bumped into someone coming the other way. You both fell back in the floor. Looking up, she was rubbing her arm. "oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." You picked up the phone that fell and your paper, handing her the phone and holding out your hand. She looked up at you, taking the phone in one hand and your hand in the other. She smiled when she was up and dusted herself off. "It's no problem! I definitely wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." She saw the paper in your hand, things clicking. "Oh, are you new?"

Nodding, you showed her the schedule, letting her grab it. "Y/n Barba, nice to meet you. I'm Mariah, and we have first period together. I'll show you where." She handed the paper back and guided you through the halls, making small talk.

You found out Mariah moved here 4 years ago from Maine when her mom was relocated for work. She had a younger sister but older brother and they flew from Manhattan to Maine every other weekend to see their dad, her parents divorcing when they moved. She shared your love for Tyler, The Creator and Gorillaz.

"Well, here we are! You can sit beside me after you talk to the teacher. We pretty much have the same schedule except last period so I'll guide you today." You nodded and thanked her, walking to the teachers desk while more students walked in.

The teacher was nice and explained to make sure to talk to each teacher to make sure your schedule and their rosters lined up. After telling you to take a seat, the bell rang and you sit beside Mariah. Shutting the door, the teacher wrote her name on the board before addressing the students. "Good morning class, and welcome to your junior year. I am Mrs. Simmons and this honors algebra two. I'd like all of us to go around the room and introduce ourselves."

The students all said their name and you realized this was her taking roll. Once it got to you, everyone turned towards you. "Hi, name is Y/n Barba."

The teacher eyed you for a moment and interrupted before Mariah spoke. "Your name sounds very familiar, why is that?"

Smiling, you answered. "My dad is Rafael Barba, the SVU's new ADA. We just moved from Brooklyn during summer so you might've seen him in the news."

She nodded with a smile. "You're absolutely right. He is a great lawyer, you should be very proud." You nodded and she gestured for Mariah to continue the introductions.

This happened in most of your classes when your name was mentioned. Your teachers showed their interest in your father while most of the students were confused or didn't care. The last class you took was Public Speaking, one Mariah didn't share with you. She thankfully showed you where it was since she had a free period for last. Walking in, you introduced yourself to the teacher, like you did every other class, before taking a seat.

Shutting the door, the teacher turned to us with a forced smile. "Good afternoon, I'm Mr. Michales and this is public speaking. This class will teach you confidence when getting your point across. Not just in the way you speak, but in the way you write and how you hold and present yourself." He looked around, seeing how tired most of the students were. He noticed you writing down notes, looking at his roster and seating chart to remember your name. "We will be writing a lot of essays, that you will present. Once a month, we'll take a look at some news stories and debate one. I try to make this class fun, so try with me."

He took roll after that before assigning the first essay assignment, having it due at the end of the month. While he began speaking about something else, the bell rang and cut him off. "Alright, I'll see you all tomorrow. Ms. Barba?" You looked up while shoving your notebook in your bad, watching Mr. Michales nod his head towards his desk. As the students walked out, you walked to his desk as he erased his board. As the last student walked out, he gave you a smile. "You're Rafael Barba's daughter? The new ADA?"

Nodding, you smiled. "Yes, I am. We moved here over the summer."

He nodded as well. "He's already made a big impact in his short time here. Seeing how great he is, I'm expecting great things from you as well."

It felt like a weight was placed on your shoulders after that. Most of the teachers just talked about their admiration for you father. But seeing how serious Mr. Michaels was made you tense. Rather than letting it show, you just nodded with a small smile. "I'll try not to let you down."

He sat in his chair, leaning back. "I'm sure you'll do great. Have a good day, Ms. Barba."

You bid him a good day and left, finding Mariah standing outside. The hall was mostly empty except some people still at their lockers. Mariah had changed from her uniform into a t-shirt with the schools logo and some gym shorts, tennis shoes on her feet. "Damn, already getting in trouble?"

Shaking your head, you both walked to the entrance of the school to leave. "Oh, no. He said he was expecting great things because of who my father is." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I thought you said you had a free period? Did you have gym?"

She laughed and shook her head. "No, I do track and it restarts in a few weeks. I was getting some early practice in."

You both crossed the street when the guard motioned, beginning the walk to your fathers office. Stopping in front of it after the short time, you looked at Mariah and nodded over your shoulder. "This is my stop. Will you be okay to walk home?"

She waved you off. "Yeah, of course. My apartment is just two blocks down. I'll see you tomorrow!"

You waved as she walked off, turning to walk into the office. Finding his office, his assistant stopped before you passed her desk. "Hi sweetheart, can I help you?"

You folded your hands in front of you while speaking. "Yes, I'm here to see Rafael Barba, he's my dad."

Her eyes lit up and she stood with a smile. "Oh of course! I'm Carmen, his assistant. He's told me about you." You smiled and followed her to his office doors, his name across the front. "I don't think he's in right now, but he should be back soon. Let me know if you need anything."

Carmen walked away while you opened the door, shutting it and dropping your bag to the floor. You hadn't been in his new office yet. It was much larger than his last one. He degrees were hanging up on the wall behind his desk. Taking a seat in his chair, his desk had multiple files on it, some picture frames of you and him spread across. You smiled at them, seeing one from when you dressed as a lawyer for Halloween when you were 11.

You used to admire your father for his job. He was great at it, one of the best. Being with him throughout cases and watching it play out, you wanted to become the next best thing. You used to be so into all of it. But when you turned 14, it kind of vanished. You had no idea what you want to do now. Your dad said it happens to every teenager and that spark will come back but you just don't know. In all honesty, the detective route was starting to sound nice.

Setting the picture down, the door opened and in walked your father, a woman following behind him. You stood from his chair, smiling with your hands behind your back. "Hi, Papi."

The woman raised her brows, looking at Barba while he smiled at you, kissing your cheek as he walked by. "Hello sweetheart, I didn't know you were here already." You nodded, looking at the lady while she cleared her throat. "Oh, right. Liv, this is Y/n, my daughter."

She nodded and smiled at you, shaking your hand. "Well hi Y/n, I'm Olivia Benson. I work in SVU as a detective."

You nodded and shook her hand. "I've heard about you, it's really nice to meet you. I'm super interested in your work."

"No she isn't." You both looked at Barba, who had an annoyed look. "She'll be a lawyer, no way in hell will I let her do that detective route."

Olivia scoffed and looked back at you. "You do whatever you set your mind to, Y/n. If you ever have any questions, I'd love to answer them."

You grinned. "Thank you, that means a lot."

"Boring." Olivia rolled her eyes before looking back at Barba. He shrugged before handing her papers. "Here is the search warrant for your team. Let me know what you come up with." She nodded and took the papers.

"Thanks Barba. It was nice meeting you, Y/n. I hope to see more of you."

She left and you looked at Barba with your arms crossed. He read a file, ignoring your stare. "So, I was thinking Chinese tonight. You in?"

[theartofcollapse]

Hi I love your writing sm! Could you do an Alex x female reader where reader just started working in the DAs office and Alex realises she’s attracted to reader despite thinking she liked men? ^^

a/n: thank you so much for requesting, i hope you like it :) summary: read it above pairing: Alex Cabot x female reader warnings: none word count: 1.6K

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Unexpected - Alex Cabot

It started the moment you walked into the office.

You were a new hire, brilliant, confident, yet refreshingly grounded. The kind of person who instantly turned heads, but not because you were trying to. No, it was effortless, natural. I hated that about you at first, if I’m honest. I told myself it was because you were young and untested yet already making a splash. I couldn’t admit, even to myself, that it was something else entirely.

We first met during a case briefing. You sat across the table from me, a perfectly composed smile on your lips, notebook in hand. The sharp, intelligent way you followed the discussion left me equal parts impressed and unsettled. Your questions were incisive, and your insight rivaled that of someone with years more experience.

I should’ve been proud to have someone like you on the team. But instead, I felt off balance.

Days passed, and I kept finding excuses to observe you. The way your hand moved across the page as you took notes, the way your eyes lit up when you pieced together a new angle for a case. It was infuriating how often my gaze lingered. I chalked it up to professional curiosity, or maybe intimidation.

But then there was that night.

We stayed late, working on a particularly brutal case involving witness tampering. Everyone else had gone home, but I refused to leave until the motion was filed. To my surprise, you stayed too.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said without looking up from my computer. “Go home. Get some sleep.”

“And leave you to do all the heavy lifting?” you shot back, standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in hand. “Not a chance.”

I smiled, despite myself. There was something about the way you said it, so casual, yet so resolute, that left me momentarily disarmed.

Hours passed, the office growing quieter as the city outside darkened. You worked across from me, sleeves rolled up, biting your lip in concentration. The sight was distracting in a way that left me increasingly uncomfortable.

I caught myself staring when you glanced up and smiled, your voice breaking the silence. “You’ve been working nonstop all day, Alex. Take a break before you burn out.”

It was the first time you’d used my first name.

Something shifted then. I told myself it was nothing, just the late hour and the stress of the case, but my heart had started to beat faster.

“I’ll rest when we’re done,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt.

You gave a soft laugh, and it took everything in me to keep my focus on my screen.

Being attracted to a woman wasn’t something that has ever crossed my mind. Not until now. Not until you.

When we finally finished, it was nearly midnight. You walked me to the elevator, and as the doors slid open, I felt an unfamiliar pang of disappointment at the thought of saying goodnight.

“See you tomorrow,” you said, your voice warm.

For a second, I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the elevator buttons. Something about the way you looked at me in that moment made it impossible to breathe.

“Good night, Y/N,” I murmured, stepping inside.

The doors closed, but the feeling lingered.

That night, alone in my apartment, I poured myself a glass of wine and tried to process the knot of emotions twisting in my chest. It was undeniable now, the way my stomach flipped every time you entered the room, the way I found myself thinking about you even when you weren’t around.

And the reason it scared me so much wasn’t because it was new, but because it felt so natural.

I didn’t know what to do with it yet, but one thing was certain: you had me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself. 

The feeling didn’t fade. If anything, it grew stronger with every passing day.

I found myself looking forward to seeing you, replaying our conversations in my mind long after they’d ended. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before, and that terrified me. I’d always considered myself a planner, someone who operated with precision and certainty. But now, I felt completely untethered.

You were everywhere, in the way I caught myself scanning the office to see if you were around, in the way I suddenly cared about how I looked in the mornings. And worst of all, in the quiet moments, when I was alone and couldn’t distract myself from the fact that I wanted more.

I’d dated men my entire life. I’d even loved a few of them. But this? This was different. It wasn’t just a fleeting curiosity or some abstract notion of attraction. It was real, and it was undeniable.

For weeks, I tried to push it down. I told myself it was just admiration or the result of working too closely with you. But none of my usual justifications held up. I didn’t admire the way your laugh made my chest tighten, or how your voice softened when you spoke to me. And it wasn’t work that made me imagine what it would be like to reach across the desk and touch your hand.

It all came to a head one Friday night. We’d won a particularly tough case, and the office decided to celebrate at a nearby bar. I wasn’t planning on staying long, but when I saw you walk in, looking effortlessly stunning, I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

You spotted me almost immediately and made your way over, smiling in that way that made my heart feel like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.

“Alex,” you said, sliding onto the stool next to mine. “Celebrating?”

“Something like that,” I replied, my voice a little too casual.

You ordered a drink and settled in beside me, and for a while, we talked about everything except work. I was so used to seeing you in the office, serious and focused, but here, you were different. Looser, more vibrant.

And I was captivated.

By the time most of our colleagues had left, it was just the two of us, sitting at a corner table with the remnants of our drinks between us.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you said, leaning forward slightly. “You’re inspiring to work with. I’ve learned so much from you already.”

I felt my cheeks warm at the compliment, but there was something in your tone, something in the way you looked at me, that made me wonder if you meant more.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied, smiling.

You laughed softly, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. The air between us felt charged, like the pause before a storm.

I should have looked away. I should have gotten up and walked out the door. But instead, I said, “Can I ask you something?”

You tilted your head, curious. “Of course.”

I hesitated, my heart racing as I tried to find the right words. “Have you ever thought about us?” I gestured between us, my voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes widened slightly, and I immediately regretted saying anything. My chest tightened with panic as I waited for your reaction, the silence stretching unbearably long.

Finally, you spoke, your voice soft. “Well, I…”

I shook my head quickly, forcing out a nervous laugh. “Forget it. That was stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No,” you interrupted, your tone firm but kind. “It’s not stupid.” You leaned forward slightly, your expression unreadable, and my pulse quickened as I tried to decipher what you were thinking. “I’ve thought about it too,” you admitted quietly.

My breath caught. “You have?”

You nodded, a small, hesitant smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. I mean, I didn’t want to make things weird, but yeah.”

I stared at you, my mind racing. Relief and disbelief warred in my chest, and for a moment, I didn’t trust myself to speak.

When I finally found my voice, it came out quieter than I intended. “This is new for me. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“With a woman?” you asked gently, your tone free of judgment.

I nodded, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I didn’t think I… I mean, I always thought I liked men. And I’ve never questioned that. But with you…” I trailed off, shaking my head. “It’s different. I don’t know what to do with it.”

You smiled softly, your gaze steady. “You don’t have to know, Alex. There’s no rulebook for this.”

I looked down at my hands, fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve. “I’m just… I’m afraid I’ll screw it up. Or that this is just some phase for me, and it’ll end up hurting you.”

Your hand reached across the table, stopping just short of touching mine. “I get it. I do. And I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not ready for.”

I glanced up at you, surprised by the quiet sincerity in your voice. “You’re not what I expected,” I said, almost without thinking.

Your brows lifted in amusement. “Not what you expected?”

“I mean,” I sighed, shaking my head with a small smile. “You’re patient. Kind. Understanding. You don’t make this feel scary.”

“Well,” you said lightly, though your tone was still warm, “I’m glad I can make it slightly less terrifying.”

We sat in silence for a moment, the tension between us no longer sharp but something softer, more open.

“I don’t know what this is,” I said eventually. “Or what it could be. But I think I want to find out. If you’re willing to be patient with me.”

Your smile grew, and this time, it was bright and genuine. “I think I can manage that.”

The knot in my chest loosened, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Okay,” I said softly. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

You nodded, your gaze steady on mine, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I wasn’t navigating this new and confusing part of myself alone.

[solar-wing]

⚣ Primal 💉

⚣��� A/N → The fic that pretty much started me down my Conner path. Let it be known dis is my man and that alien hoe and any other bitch feeling froggy can meet me anywhere in Happy Harbor! Anyway, the beginning of all the smutty shenanigans of our favorite half-Kryptonian and Wildfire. Also, can someone explain to me how the fuck in the process of me editing and revising this, it got 1000+ words longer? like girl what da hell😭someone take my computer away from me. WARNINGS: INTERSEX Reader. Canon-Typical Violence. Minor Dub-Con. Slight Steamy Action. Ass smacking, Second-hand embarrassment vibes, but it's still hot. animal chase but like there are no animals

⚣💉 Summary → Codename: Wildfire. You've been a part of the Team for some time now, which has given you ample time to get to know all of your comrades. Of course, there's one specific teammate you'd love to get to know on a more personal (and physical) level, but he's not into you, at least that's what you think. One certain mission is going to open an entire can of worms, and what else can you do but rely on your primal instincts? That's apparently what he's doing already.

⚣💉 Words → somehow we went from 5.1 to 6.5k, but whatever🙄

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 💉

“Wildfire, on your left!” 

You quickly turned in time to see three MONQI robots coming right for you, dodging out of the way just in time, but they were quicker than you expected. They swooped back around in your direction and jumped on you before you could even fully turn to face them.

“Get off of me!” You yelled, reaching behind to throw the robot off your back. The other two on your sides grabbed your arms and hands, trying to twist them into painful positions.

“Ow, you little creeps! I said GET OFF!” You shouted as flames grew around your body in a bright flare, effectively toasting the robots. Shaking the remaining parts off you, you looked up to see each of your teammates engaged in battle with the MONQIs around the abandoned warehouse.

Artemis & Miss Martian were on top of the metal walkways. Kid Flash & Robin were closer to the back while Aqualad & Superboy were at the entrance. You and Zatanna were in the middle of the giant room and you could see she was starting to get overwhelmed. Before you could intervene to help, you heard that creepy laugh from behind you and turned just in time to throw up a fire shield as the crate exploded.

Your shield managed to burn the debris before it hit you, but it didn’t do anything for the sense of dread you could feel in your gut.

‘Um, is it just me or is anyone else starting to think this is a little weird?’ You asked over the shared mind link Miss Martian had established.

‘It is not just you, Wildfire. All the MONQIs are coming from these boxes and the warehouse is full of them. This isn’t just an ambush, it’s a trap.’ Aqualad replied as he sliced through two robots with his whip. ‘Okay, but a trap for what exactly?’ asked Kid Flash.

‘Or who…’ ��Robin said.

That made the bubbling in your guts more intense as you saw a group of MONQIs flying toward you from the box that just exploded. With quick thinking, you released your shield into two long tendrils of fire that sucked right into your hands. A fiery hue started to creep up your arms as you consumed the rest of the energy from the shield before you tucked your arms into your body and whipped them out, releasing the fire into two arcs that cut right through the cackling robots.

You brushed your hands in victory before feeling multiple tiny metal hands grab at your suit, yanking you down to the ground. That sickly laugh was in your ears as they crawled all over you. They held your arms back, trying to prevent you from using your powers. You struggled to build a heat wave, but the little pesky androids kept breaking your focus with that annoying laugh as they poked and pulled at your face.

When you could barely move anymore, you were about to give up when you felt the ground shake and rumble next to you, like it was about to give in from something heavy that dropped on it. You felt and saw the robots holding down your arms get knocked off.

As your vision cleared with less green and black, you looked up to see Superboy standing over you, punching and pulling more of the robots off of you. Now, that you could focus more, you shot some fireballs from your hands, blasting the other ones off you.

“I hate monkeys,” You heard him grunt before he reached out to help you up. “You alright?”

“Fine. But, I’m never watching Curious George again.” You replied as you took it and got back on your feet, dusting yourself off.

Your comrade looked confused for a second before he just gave you a small smile, choosing not to ask.

The sound of a door opening caught both of your attention, turning just in time to see the villain himself, Doctor Ivo, running out the side exit of the building.

“There’s Ivo!” You pointed seeing a few of his MONQIs trailing right behind him.

Superboy’s smile quickly turned into an angry snarl as he was about to go after him. That is until a MONQI flew right at his face, wrapping its arms and leg around to prevent being pulled off.

“Superboy!” You shouted going to help. But, you hesitated since you didn’t want to throw a fireball right at his face and risk burning him, even if he was invulnerable. You really needed to stop letting this crush you had on the Kryptonian cloud your judgment.

But, you didn’t even get the chance to do anything when another group of MONQIs grabbed you from behind, this time lifting you off the ground. If this was the universe’s subtle way of saying you were very light to carry, it wasn’t cute.

“What the heck?! Put me down you banana-loving freaks!” You shouted as they carried you away in the same direction toward the door Ivo was headed.

Aqualad looked over in time to see the robots carrying you off and he turned to see Robin and Kid Flash fighting off the last few around them.

“Robin! Kid Flash! They’ve got Wildfire.” He shouted, pointing in the direction you were being taken. They nodded, quickly going to follow in pursuit until Superboy finally managed to tear off the robot on his face and threw it at another box.

“Superboy! Watch where you throw those things. As if we didn’t have enough to deal with already.” KF yelled as he and Robin got surrounded by a new group of the hysterical monstrosities.

The Kryptonian didn’t even pay attention to him though, immediately going after you. 

They’d already pulled you out through the door, just before you managed to burn off one of them that was holding your left arm. Before you could fire the rest off, they decided to drop you right at that moment, letting you fall to the ground. Even though you could fly, your reaction time wasn’t fast enough before you hit the ground.

“Ugh, I’m gonna feel that one tomorrow,” You groaned, rubbing the back of your head.

“Oh, you will indeed.” A voice suddenly spoke in front of you. 

Your vision was blurry from the fall you took, but as it came back together, you saw Dr. Ivo standing in front of you with a smug grin.

“Ivo,” You growled, attempting to get off the ground to blast the bastard, but your body was entirely disoriented from your fall. 

The Doctor chuckled at your struggling before both of your attention was pulled by the sound of a loud boom from behind you. You both looked back towards the building to see Superboy who had launched through the wall of the factory, heading straight for you.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” He shouted, landing a few feet next to you before immediately grabbing Ivo by his shirt, lifting him off the ground. The few MONQI robots surrounding you tried to come to their creator’s defense, but were smashed apart by Superboy’s free fist.

“Oh, that was a bit excessive, don’t you think? And those were my favorites.” Ivo mocked, still grinning for whatever reason.

While watching the encounter, something in your peripheral caught your attention. You looked up to see a MONQI bot sneakily moving behind your teammate holding a syringe with some kind of purple liquid inside.

You shouted at your teammate as you quickly realized what was happening and who the trap was for.

 “SUPERBOY, MOVE!”

He turned to look back at you, seeing the MONQI move towards him. But, he was too late as the robot dashed forward and plunged the syringe right into his neck, causing him to yell out and freeze in shock from whatever was in that syringe.

“No!” 

You summoned everything you could at that moment and shot a fireball at the robot destroying it before it could inject all of the liquid into him. As the syringe fell out of his neck and the shock wore off, Superboy let go of Ivo as he seemed to lose his balance swaying from side to side before falling to the ground.

“Well, that was fun,” Ivo mocked, getting up from the ground and wiping himself off, “Now, we'll get to watch him tear all of you apart.” A smirk plastered across his face as he looked at the unconscious half-Kryptonian. He was marveling at the success of his plan when his eyes ran over the syringe which still held some of the purple liquid inside.

“No! The entire dosage must be administered for it to take full effect.” Ivo exclaimed, immediately running for the syringe.

“I don’t think so.” You muttered, raising your hand and shooting out a blast of fire that formed into a circle around the syringe preventing Ivo from getting to it.

The doctor growled as he backed away not wanting to get burned. 

“Well, don’t just stand there. Get the syringe!” Ivo yelled out to his robot minions.

Two of them immediately flew right for it before they were blown apart by two fireballs you shot at them. A third one you didn’t see almost swooped in and got it but was struck through the chest by one of Artemis’ arrows.

You heard a giant explosion from behind and turned to see your friends running from the warehouse that just blew up, taking all of those other MONQI robots inside with it.

“Robin,” You figured, sighing in relief.

“No! My babies…” Ivo cried. He tried to make a break for it, but you were finally back at full strength. 

Getting to your feet, you blasted yourself into the air, your eyes glowing a bright ember as the anger you felt for the Doctor and whatever he did to your friend fueled the fire inside your chest.

You flew around Ivo, flying in a circle leaving a trail of fire in your path, effectively trapping the Doctor inside.

“No! No! NO!” He cried frustratedly, realizing his defeat. He desperately looked around trying to see if there was a way he could escape. But, as he came to realize, unless he wanted to be cooked like a summer barbeque, there was no way he could get out of your trap.

You had a satisfied smirk on your face listening to his cries before you turned toward the rest of your team who were gathering around Superboy.

“What happened?” Miss Martian asked as she knelt over him.

You looked at your knocked-out friend and the syringe that was on the ground a few feet from him. You dissipated the ring of fire around it, hopefully having not tampered with or boiled it from the flames.

“I don’t know, but we need to find out.”

You returned to the Cave with the Team, M’Gann carrying Conner with her telekinesis.

“Report.” The ever-brooding tone of Batman spoke as he stood at the center of the room with Red Tornado, his cape covering his body.

“It was a trap,” Kal immediately started, being the last to come through the Zeta tube, “Ivo planted those crates in that warehouse knowing we would show up. The crates were full of his robots, but they only served as a distraction so Ivo could execute his real plan.” He finished, turning to look at the Kryptonian.

“And that was…” Batman questioned.

Holding out your hand, you revealed the syringe with the purple liquid inside, “Ivo wanted to inject whatever this stuff is into Conner. He almost did, but I stopped him. He mentioned something about getting to watch him tear us all apart.” You explained leaving out the part where it only happened because you got careless and got captured by those pesky robots. 

You couldn’t tell if your teammates felt the same way, but it didn’t stop the pang of guilt you felt every time you looked at Conner.

“Hm,” Batman uttered as he took the syringe from your hand to examine it more closely

“Apparently, it won’t work though. Ivo said the entire dosage needed to be administered for it to take effect. Effect of what exactly? That’s the only thing he didn’t let slip.” You added as the Dark Knight continued observing the liquid.

“I’ll send this to the Watchtower to have it fully examined. In the mean tim-”

Before the superhero could finish, Conner suddenly awoke, sitting straight up with a grunt.

“Conner!” M’Gann exclaimed, rushing to his side.

Apparently, he didn’t like being airborne as he started flailing out of control, letting off sounds of frustration as he tried to get his feet on the ground.

“Um, I think he wants to get down,” Wally pointed out.

“Oh! Right, sorry.” She said, releasing him as he fell on his butt.

You all cringed as he hit the ground, hearing him groan in pain before looking towards M’Gann with disapproving looks.

She blushed in response, letting out an embarrassed laugh, “Oops.”

Everyone turned to look back at Conner as he got to his feet. He slowly looked around, looking as if he didn’t recognize where he was. That’s when you noticed him twitching his nose as if he was just smelling everything around him. 

You remembered reading something about Kryptonians having extremely heightened senses compared to regular humans when you were studying the heroes in the League and had gotten to the chapter on Superman.

It seemed that statement was true as Conner looked around at everyone, not really reacting to anything, but he was clearly on guard as he took in the sights and smells mainly from around him.

“Conner?” M’Gann called his name.

He turned his head towards her, which got you somewhat relieved. Okay, at least he still knew who he was. Or at least you were hoping, since it was very possible that he only turned since she was the first voice that spoke since he got off the ground. 

Twitching his nose again, he let out a very disapproving noise before backing away from her and covering his nose.

M’Gann began to panic as she looked confused, “What? What did I do? I didn’t do anything!”

“I think it’s your smell? He doesn’t seem to be taking kindly to it.” Robin theorized.

“But, I showered this morning!” M’Gann said.

“And, you also just came out of a dusty and dirty warehouse after fighting a bunch of rogue crazy monkey robots.” Zatanna pointed out.

“Oh, right.” She said, blushing again and scratching the back of her head.

It seemed what the magical apprentice said was true, as Conner backed away from everyone while still covering his nose until he looked in your direction.

He paused for a moment, sniffing still under his hand before hearing one of the most aggressive animalistic noises you’d ever heard in your life. And you’ve literally battled some very aggressive animals.

Conner’s eyes went wide before rushing toward you, causing you to jump in shock as he stood in front of you with his towering frame. He grabbed you by your arms, holding you in place before you could move away from him. You could see him staring at you with the most piercing gaze ever, like he could see right inside your mind and was reading your thoughts. Which, the literal terror from that thought alone was enough to have you seizing up in his arms besides the stare. The things that went through your mind concerning your team’s resident Kryptonian were nowhere near pure, even on a Sunday.

Though, the longer he stared at you without saying anything, the more nervous you got.

“Uh, hey Con? Feeling better buddy?” You asked, not knowing if you should try and make sudden movements as the boy just continued to stare at you. Then, he tilted his head, and it seemed as if instead of staring, he was studying you. What he could be studying, you’d rather not let the delusional fairy in your mind get any ideas.

Leaning your head to the side, you called out to your teammates and leaders, “Uh guys, shouldn’t we be trying to do something here?”

None of them moved or said anything, as they all just stared at you and the Kryptonian in confusion. Well, except for Batman and Red Tornado whose expressions never changed.

Then, it got weird.

Something you did had apparently pleased the Kryptonian as he grunted in what sounded like satisfaction before he dived head first (literally) into the open angle of your neck, sniffing at the junction between above your shoulder.

Your eyes went wide as your body immediately tried to retract (you’d never mentioned to your friends that you were extremely ticklish, especially Conner who had a habit of always trying to find ways to mess with you) from the tickling sensation as you attempted to hold in your laughs. 

Though, the Kryptonian thought you were trying to get away from him which he wasn’t pleased about at all, if the angry growl he let off was anything to go by. He released his initial hold on you before wrapping his arms around you and forcefully tugging your body against his as your friends all looked in shock, not knowing what to say or do. 

Heck, you didn’t know what to say or do! 

Your teammate and friend was basically holding you forcing you into his grip while sniffing your neck like you were a freshly baked pie sitting on a window seal with its aroma basking in the wind

And worst of all, you liked it.

This was so not helping your crush on him.

“Ookay, so I guess that confirms that it was our scents that were weirding him out,” Robin said, not hiding how uncomfortable he felt watching what was happening.

“So, he basically just said we all stink and Y/N smells like a field of flowers,” Artemis said, trying to find something else to look at than the weird display of…affection (if you could even call it that) in front of her.

“Well, that makes no sense. If anything, Y/N should be the stinkiest out of us all. The man literally can surround his entire body in fire. I refuse to believe that doesn’t smell even remotely disgusting,” Wally said, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the room, somewhat…until you realized what he said.

“Hey!” You yelled as the Kryptonian kept trying to dig his nose further into your neck. From whatever angle you look at, Conner probably looked like a vampire having a full-on feast on your neck. And you couldn’t decide if the image of what you guys looked liked was weird and concerning, or hot as fuck.

In fact, you chose to not think of it at all in hopes of preventing a situation down south from arising.

“Sorry Y/N, not personal. Though, this is still weird.” He replied, waving his hands towards you and Conner and whatever this was that was going on.

You were gonna respond with a witty comeback, a good one too. But then, you suddenly felt Conner licking and biting at your neck. Apparently, he really was getting into this vampire role since you could literally feel the blood in your body freeze (if that were even possible) and thaw in a matter of seconds. Only to end up with a tingling sensation in the front area of your pants.

Alright, this needed to end before it got even more embarrassing.

“Uh guys, a little help.” You said, wiggling in an attempt to free yourself from Conner’s grip. But, the boy was literally Superman’s clone, or half clone at least, which meant your struggling was barely doing anything IF anything at all.

But, all it did was aggravate Conner even more as the last thing he wanted was for you to get away from him apparently. He growled in your neck with a harsh bite as a warning, before tightening one of his arms around your body even more while using his other one to grab at the back of your head, tugging on your hair to yank your head to the side and open your neck even more. 

You cried out in pain as he bit and licked on your neck harder, even starting to suck on it. You heard a deep and felt the noise of what you figured was satisfaction he let out, figuring he liked the sound of your cries, taking them to be from pleasure instead of pain.

Alright, enough was enough.

“Guys!” You yelled, struggling to loosen his hold as he kept his arm as tight as he could around you, seemingly trying to force you into a more submissive hold.

Damn it, that thought went straight to your pants.

“Dude, just burn him!” Wally yelled.

Oh, that’s right. You do have powers.

You let the heat inside your body build, feeling the fire start to dance off the skin of your suit. Conner could feel it too as it started to burn through his clothes slightly while he maintained his hold on you.  He tried to shove you forward, attempting to knock you off your feet and press you against one of the walls where he could definitely have a better chance of keeping you in his grasp. 

You groaned from the sudden movement, which he definitely liked as he bit into your neck again letting out a yelp of pain just before a torrent of fire blasted between your bodies.

Conner growled in discomfort but didn’t let go, huffing in your ears as he pulled on your head again, this time forcing your head backward as he stared into your eyes, his expression screaming out for you to submit. He leaned down to lick at the new area of exposed skin to him, while you did everything you could to not let out the most horniest of moans in front of your friends and mentors.

What did you do to deserve this kind of hot, but embarrassing torture? It was literally like the universe was dangling your deepest desires in front of you while you stood on a stage in your underwear in front of your entire school or job.

Because everyone’s had that nightmare at some point in their lives right?

Without even realizing it at first, you managed to create a bit of space between you and the Kryptonian, which was enough for you to move your arms from your side to place your hands against his chest, doing your best to ignore how firm and strong his muscles felt under your touch.

“Oh, dear lord, forgive me for my sinful thoughts.” You muttered in a sort of breathy moan. Thankfully, your teammates didn’t hear it, except for the one who was still feasting on your neck as his eyes traveled back up to yours, that dominating gaze almost putting you in a trance as he helped himself to your skin.

“Alright, buddy boy, it’s been fun and all,” You breathed, letting another well of energy build from your core, “but it’s time to LET. GO!” You yelled, emphasizing each word louder and louder as the fire began to blast off from your body.

The initial discharge was enough for his hold to weaken and put even more space between you. This was just the opportunity you needed, pushing him forward as much as you could (which frankly wasn’t much but you’d let yourself have this moment) while raising your feet off the ground to push and kick off his stomach, breaking his hold.

You cried out in victory and slight relief as your body broke out of his arms. Before he could get his bearings, you took your hand and placed it over his that was holding on to your head, blasting off enough heat to burn his hand and force him to release you with a scream. 

Launching yourself in the air, you put as much distance between you and Kryptonian as you could. He yelled out in frustration at the realization that you had gotten away. When his eyes landed on you, you’d almost thought he’d somehow gotten heat vision with the way his eyes were burning at you. That look had you both terrified and insanely horny at the same time.

Conner stared at you for a few more seconds before moving his hand out to point at you, then taking that same hand and pointing at the ground just in front of him with a grunt. He was ordering you to return to your original position, which you definitely didn’t plan on doing.

When you didn’t follow directions, he just growled out loud at you before pointing down at the ground again in a firmer stance. Somehow, he got the idea in his head that you were supposed to do what he says or orders, and when you didn’t do just that, he got angrier. His face was not one of appreciation at your open ‘defiance.’

But, how could you be defiant if you never took orders from the Kryptonian in the first place? So, you just raised yourself higher into the air, figuring as long as you stayed out of his reach, you were safe from another ‘intimate’ session.

But, this was Superboy we were talking about. And while he couldn’t fly, he could still jump high enough to reach you. Something, you had remembered just as he bent down and launched himself at you, screaming out in his usual Conner fashion. But, they weren’t screams of anger, at least from what you assumed. 

They sounded more like frustration. You were avoiding the word you knew it actually was. Corny but with an ‘H’.

You moved out of the way in time as he shot past you into one of the cave walls, flying to the other side to keep space between you two. But, it seemed you forgot he could launch himself from walls as well.

That ‘H’ word was clouding your mind.

You felt him reach out to snag you and thinking fast, let yourself drop to the ground before he could. At least, your reflexes weren’t totally out. You watched as he just landed on another cave wall, digging his fingers into the rock to hold himself up, seeing your friends just continue to stare at you in confusion and weirdness.

“Okay, is it just me, or is he acting like a- like uh…” Artemis said, confusion holding onto her brain still as she watched the situation unfold.

“Like a monkey?” Wally answered, also watching this in weirdness and slight amusement. This kind of thing doesn't happen every day. Even for him.

“Yes. He seems to be exhibiting the traits of a wild animal.” Kal pointed out, also watching the madness as you flew from different sides of the cave, managing to avoid the Kryptonian’s numerous attempts to apprehend you.

“Hmm, it would seem that whatever Conner was injected with has amplified his most primal instincts. I assume that Doctor Ivo was trying to take advantage of his prominent urge to fight and destroy from his earlier ‘programming’, and use it against us. But, without the full dose, he only managed to strengthen his other ‘aggressive instincts’.” Red Tornado theorized.

“And those would be…?” M’Gann asked though she had a feeling she didn’t want to know.

“To find and mate with a desirable partner. And, it seems he has chosen Y/N as that partner.” He answered.

To say your friends felt more than awkward and disturbed was an understatement.

Robin and Zatanna went pale, Aqualad started choking on air, M’Gann got even greener than she already was, and Artemis started gagging like she was gonna throw up, even Batman shifted a little. Wally, however, seemed perfectly fine as he just started laughing.

“Oh! Well, what’s so bad about that? He just wants to find a friend!” He exclaimed, feeling sentiment towards his super friend until Zatanna tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear what ‘mate’ actually meant, “Wha- OH GROSS! GET A ROOM YOU TWO!”

Yeah, your friends and mentors were witnesses to your other friend, teammate, and crush (though they didn’t need to know that last part (especially after he & M’Gann literally just broke up), trying to fuck you.

You rolled your eyes at the speedster’s comment, focusing on avoiding another one of Conner’s attempts to capture you. Though this time, he wasn’t trying to just merely grab you, but instead trying to knock you out of the air.

This became clear too late when he launched off the side wall at you with a shout, but instead of holding his arm out, he had his arm tucked in and was aiming his shoulder at you.

You tried to duck out of the way but were just a fraction of a second too late as his body collided with yours, knocking you both toward the ground. You braced for a hard fall but felt Conner once again encircle you in his arms, pulling you around and tucking you into his body just as you both landed with him taking most of the force from the fall.

You felt yourselves sliding until eventually coming to a stop against one of the walls in the hallways.

“Yep, gonna feel that in the morning too.” You groaned, your head falling forward to rest on his chest. His shirt was slightly burnt and torn from your little game of cat and mouse, so you were feeling some parts of his bare skin which did not help the situation in your underwear at all.

Feeling his body vibrate as he grunted again, you looked up to see him looking down at you in amusement.

“You find this funny sir?!” You shouted at him before you felt him leaning up and raising you both off the ground, his arms once again holding you tight against him. Conner pushed you up against the wall, trapping you between, well a literal rock and a hard place. You let out a groan as the air escaped your lungs from the force, the Kryptonian grunting his satisfaction from your noises.

Huh, what do you know? Guys really do enjoy the chase, well, at least not you. You preferred being chased, but this situation may have been a bit of an exception if it weren’t for the circumstances and the audience you had.

Conner pressed his body against yours, letting you feel what probably had to be the most prominent bulge in the history of bulges against your abdomen. The same hand that previously gripped your hair found its way there again as he grabbed a whole fistful of it, pulling your head back as you gasped. His other hand reached around and grabbed a handful of your ass, which poked out nicely from your suit as Zatanna liked to point out sometimes in teasing.

“Hey! Watch those hands, mister,” You warned before letting out a gasp, as he ground himself into you.

He looked down at you, a sinfully prideful smirk on his face as he ground his large bulge against your own crotch. You squirmed in his hold reaching your arms up and pushing against his chest trying to escape again, but it only excited him further as he leered down at your efforts while still grinding against you. 

You tried to let balls of fire build in your palms, but Conner had quickly learned your tricks. He took the hand that was groping your ass and snatched both of your wrists together with it, placing them against the wall above your head while moving his other arm around your waist so he could continue to grind your crotches and abdomens together.

He effectively had you trapped, and for some reason, all you could think about was earlier when you trapped the Doctor in that cyclone of fire. Is this how he felt when he realized he had nowhere to go?

You were hard and wet in your set, something the Kryptonian immediately took notice of, as you felt his bulge throb harder and his chest rumbled with an ungodly loud growl. He leaned down to begin his assault on your neck again, not satisfied with his work from earlier apparently.

You whined out, feeling so hot but embarrassed at the same time by the fact that your team was watching this whole thing play out in front of them.

Speaking of which…

“Guys! You gonna intervene now or what?” You yelled out, Conner harshly biting your neck for that as a reprimand. You got away from him once, he wasn’t planning on letting it happen twice.

It was like the Kryptonian could understand everything you were doing and saying while still acting like an animal in heat. Every time you struggled or you tried to burn him, he yanked your head again to break your concentration. The more you whined and groaned, the harder he sucked on your neck, trying to evoke more noises from you. And if you screamed out for help, he’d bite down on your neck with a growl, like a warning.

‘Shut up and submit or else…’

This was literally something straight out of one of your hottest wet dreams, though, if only it wasn't in the presence of others.

Speaking of again…

“GUYS!” You shouted at your friends, who were all just stuck, not knowing what to do.

“Oh right.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, our bad.”

“I’m sorry.”

“My apologies.”

“Hm.”

“Interesting.”

“This is so weird.”

They all moved towards you, still clueless about what to do in this situation. How strange does a situation have to be for you to stump two grown adults, not to mention members of the Justice League? Your friends, you could understand as you were all teenagers and this wasn’t something you dealt with every day. 

Of course, Batman and Red Tornado also probably didn’t deal with this every day, but they’re the adults in this situation which means they need to act like they’ve dealt with this before!

Everyone moved towards you, slowly, not trying to alert Conner as he continued his ‘ministrations’ on your neck. Though, it seemed that it wasn’t only you who kept forgetting the extent of the Kryptonian’s abilities, one of them being his Super Hearing which was also amped up by whatever sex juice he was injected with.

You felt a low and deep growl come from him, as he turned towards your friends with a threatening look towards them, warning them to not get any closer. Everyone paused for a second, reconsidering getting closer as Conner started to act more like an animal being cornered. 

“I’m not sure if this subject matter is taught in your schools, but I do not think it wise to approach Conner in this sort of state. Wild animals are known to be extra dangerous and violent when cornered, especially if they are defending what they believe to be their territory.” Red Tornado suggested as Conner’s eyes seemed to get more wild from your approaching comrades.

Oh, so now you were basically property? This was doing great things for your dignity.

By this point, Wally had had enough by this point.

“Okay forget this then! What are we doing?! There are 6 of us and one of him. Let’s just rush the guy. Super strength and all, he can’t hold us all back..” He suggested.

Note for the future. Never listen to Wally ever again. 

The second one took a step to close, Conner went into full defense mode. He pulled back from you, which you thought was a good thing, and almost sighed in relief.

Thought and almost being keywords here.

Conner took the hand that was holding your hands above your head. and grabbed one of the metal panelings of the cave and actually ripped it free. Pieces from the wall including other panels and wires fell out from the exposed part of the wall as he chucked the metal slab in his hand at your teammates. 

They ducked out of the way in time, but it provided the Kryptonian with the distraction he needed to grab a smaller piece of metal that was smaller but longer for what he planned off the floor. He took your wrist off the wall (where he felt a sense of smug pride from the fact that you never moved your hands) and bent the metal tightly around your wrists, wrapping them together. Once your hands were tightly bound, he leaned down to wrap his arm around your legs, throwing you over his shoulder.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ You thought to yourself as you hung off Conner’s shoulder which was surprisingly not as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

How no one managed to swoop in with the time it took him to bind your wrists and put you on his shoulder was beyond you.

 These people could avoid lasers, energy blasts, and projectiles shooting at them in a matter of seconds, but, one slab of metal was enough to throw them off their game?!

Okay, truth be told, you were off your game as well.

It’s been a weird day.

“Guys! I could really use your assistance,” You pleaded from your perch, legs wiggling back and forth as you tried to shake and force your way off his shoulder.

Your friends tried to rush Conner as Wally suggested, but that didn’t work out as he just launched himself over them. You watched the ground get farther and closer as he landed. At least you could see your friend's ridiculous looks on their faces as they watched you being hauled off like a caveman holding on to his prize.

Alright, who’s really the ridiculous looking one here?

Batman tried to shoot one of his electrical tasers at him to stun him, but he just grabbed the string before it could touch him and yanked it, knocking the Dark Knight off his feet.

“Yeah, tried that one before too. Didn’t work out well.” Robin said, as his mentor got back on his feet.

Conner screamed out at your comrades, holding his arm around your thighs as you continued to try and wiggle your way off his shoulder. Which, all you were doing was rubbing your hard-on in a back-and-forth motion on his shoulder, giving him the wrong (or right) idea while creating friction against your crotch that was not helping you feel less hot in the slightest.

“This is so not how I expected my day to go.” You groaned before yelling out as you felt a hot sting on your ass from where the Kryptonian just slapped it.

“Are you kidding me?!” You cried.

“Didn’t need to see that!

“Oh, my god…”

“Oh dude, seriously!”

“Now, that’s just rude.”

“I did not need to see that.”

“Hm.”

“Interesting.”

“Okay, that’s just dehumanizing.”

You heard your friend's complaints and groans as Conner continued to avoid their attempts to rescue and subdue him. Eventually, you just accepted your reality.

“I’m so getting torn apart today.”

Conner seemed to agree with that, adding another smack to emphasize it.

“I thought you all were supposed to be heroes!”

☀️ | Conner Kent/ Superboy | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

🔥 | Part Two | 🔥

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[ENG SUB] Joker Out at Radio Antena (18.07.2024)

Jan, Kris, Nace and Jure were interviewed by a radio host Jaka Peterka for Radio Antena. They talked about who needs to retake their driver's license exam, Kiki, the PR genius and what it takes to cross the pond.

Transcription by a member of JokerOutSubs, translation by drumbeat and @chaosofsmarty, proofread by ‪@flowerlotus8‬, subtitles by a member of JokerOutSubs

Full Transcript below 👇

And in the studio, the boys who, in the last year, visited more countries through concerts, than I've ever been to on Google Maps. They hold the title for the most streamed song in Slovenia ever, Carpe Diem. They've sold out Stožice, this year we can see them all across Europe on their summer tour. Jan, Kris, Jure and Nace from Joker Out, Good morning!

All: Good morning!

Wait, is Bojan sick, or what's happened?

Kris: Bojan is missing, he wasn't feeling well. And we've got a concert this weekend and… So he had to…

He has to rest a bit.

Kris: Yes.

Have you brought anything?

Jure: A good mood.

Kris: A new song.

A new song, that's true, because we'll hear it later. And this time in Croatian.

A ja samo čekam i žudim

But I'm just waiting for and craving

Za trenutkom kad ćeš zvati

The moment when you'll call

Da ti kažem da za tobom plače.

To tell you that, because of you, my heart cries,

Kris: What?

tuguje i pati

grieves and suffers

We'll hear it later, we'll also find out where you'll be in the upcoming days, or on your summer European tour. And we'll also find out why and which of these boys, here in the studio, should attend a safe driving training.

We'll check. Hey I'll just start with the question, which one of you recently "enhanced their car a bit", in quotation marks, somewhere near here?

Nace: That was me.

That was you, Nace?

Nace: That was me, yes.

Really? What happened?

Nace: Someone bumped into me in a parking lot.

Really in a parking lot? Ah, okay.

Jure: No, it's understandable then.

Nace: I don't need to do a safe driving training here.

No, no, then you really don't.

Kris: Safe parking training.

Nace: Take that back.

Take it back? Alright, so be it. Hey, it's a minute past nine, Jaka Peterka with you on Antena. And the boys, who this year have concerts all over Europe, at all the biggest festivals. Joker Out, without Bojči here, because he got sick. We'll also hear your new single later, 'Šta bih ja', the boys have told me, isn't in Croatian, but in Serbian, right?

Nace: Correct.

Kris: Yes.

But first of all, a small thing, like we're used to at Antena, "Who's most likely to". Pay attention. Who's most likely to have to redo their driving licence courses?

Jure: Jan.

Jan?

Jan: I mean, Nace here has a scratch on his car, so I don't know.

Nace: I mean, yours has also undergone repairs.

Jure: Yours also isn't much better.

Who's most likely to be the most successful at their job, if Joker Out didn't exist?

Kris: Jure would be quite successful at his job as a cameraman. Of course.

What, as a cameraman?

Jure: Yeah, I was a cinematographer.

Really?

Jure: For RTV.

Ah, alright, so the rest of you…

Kris: I mean, I'd be successful, but I don't think I'd be happy.

Jan: The rest of us haven't even had jobs yet.

Okay, moving on. Who's most likely to get married first?

Jure: Bojan.

Bojan?

Jan: Bojan.

Okay. Who's most likely to arrive late to a concert or on stage?

All: Jan.

Jan? Jan!

Jan: Again, Kris was late today, almost.

They were quite on time, I've got to give them praise for that. Who's most likely to go to bed immediately after a concert?

Jure: Kris.

Jan: Kris and Nace.

Kris: Bojči.

Nace, your age is showing, right?

Nace: It would be Kris and I, we go to bed at a similar time.

Jan: Kris and Nace.

Jure: And watch a movie together, eh?

4 minutes past 9, joining me… Jan, stop turning the computer on, you won't be playing games.

Jan: We did the last time.

There's still a Slovenian band on the Antena radio, which, on the one hand, has long ceased to be just that, given that we can see them next to the biggest artists all over Europe. For example, at the recent Exit Festival they performed right before the Black Eyed Peas. Joker Out, good morning again. Now, despite the fact that you have a massive fanbase all over Europe, you still stick pretty much to the Slovene language and some Croatian or Serbian as well. How come?

Kris: Yes, we feel like working in the language that comes naturally. I mean, it just depends on how things turn out, it mostly depends on Bojči, and the language he can feel the lyrics in. At that moment, we felt like making a Serbian song on the upcoming album there will be a couple of those as well as Slovenian.

That's awesome.

Kris: So it comes naturally. In English, we've already done a few, and we will do some more.

Well, because five days ago you released a brand new single, 'Šta bih ja'.

A ja samo čekam i žudim

But I'm just waiting for and craving

Za trenutkom kad ćeš zvati

The moment when you'll call

Da ti kažem da za tobom plače.

To tell you that, because of you, my heart cries,

Yes, well, I have to say that I find it interesting that they have… Even before it was released, there were people singing it at your concerts. I mean, all over Europe, right. How come? What, you already had it on your setlist? Nace?

tuguje i pati

grieves and suffers

Nace: Probably because for the whole tour what, in March we've been playing it and that's how they would have picked it up.

Jure: And we have one great story about when…

Nace: Yeah, basically, on the first concert of this tour, right, Bojan didn't know the exact lyrics exactly yet and he gave our roadie, Kiki, the lyrics on A4 format paper, it was just…

Kris: The chorus.

Nace: The chorus, yes. And he's like, "Did you manage to hang it?" "I did, I did." And then, just like that, when Bojan comes on stage, we start the song, and the lyrics, he can't find them. "Kiki, where are the lyrics?" "What? On the monitor!" But he hung it for people to read. Not for him. And basically, the fans all thought that this was some kind of a PR stunt. That we'd done it on purpose.

That was good fun.

Nace: It turned out great. Yeah, awesome.

And then what, people have been posting it on YouTube probably.

Nace: They took pictures.

Kris: Yes, yes, yes.

Damn, that's nice. Now we can see you all over Europe until the middle of August, this Saturday in Germany, actually, at the Deichbrand festival, if I've got that right. But do you know what I was wondering about? At the moment, in fact, you're crushing it in Europe. Are you tempted to hop across the pond?

Kris: Yes.

Any plans, actually, well?

Kris: Yeah, there are no really definite plans, because it is very difficult to travel across the pond. Mostly because for one single concert you need to get a full visa for a whole year, so…

Is that so?

Kris: Yes, and it's very hard to justify the expenses. We have to give it some thought, on how to approach this, so it makes sense. But yes, we do, and we know we have some fans in New York and Toronto, so we could also play something there.

Cool. What about, let's say, our parts? Slovenia maybe? I mean, you've already been, I know, this year to Ptuj, right? But, are there more plans for this year or maybe…?

Jan: There are also plans to see you again on local stages, yes.

This year?

Jan: This year.

Jure: This year, after the release of the album.

After the release, nice. And the album's coming out…?

Jure: September, October, if all goes well.

Okay, fingers crossed. Anyway, you can hear Joker Out and 'Šta bih ja', on Antena right now. Guys, thank you for coming.

All: Thank you.

I believe we might see each other very quickly even in the prime time on Rock am Ring. Or somewhere similar. Fingers crossed, well, mostly so that… Thank you for coming, say hello to Bojči. And this is Joker Out with 'Šta bih ja'.

[mychlapci]

<- has been in da server room all day

Hey hey I think Tarantulas should plug Prowl into a whole bunch of servers. Cables snake to and from his frame, lodged into ports never meant for such purposes and wires pulled from him and spliced to those of external computers. The webbing he's tied in coils round his frame and the bundles of rubber-sheathed copper. It's almost indistinguishable where the webs start and wires end.

It's never encouraged for mechs to supplement external processors with their own. It's possible, but the chance of injury is high. Whilst manual limits can be set on the machine to prevent an overdraw of power from the mech, if the mech loses themselves in there, their own will is likely to overpower these manual limits and will burn out their processors.

But since when has Tarantulas ever cared for "encouraged" practices.

Prowl's processor is so beautiful, so boundless in potential. His battle computer was known to be unmatched, and yet was never fully put to the test. He had suggested, several times, for Prowl to allow him just a little test- to see how far he could truly push that wonderful mind of his- but Prowl always refused. A stubborn one, he could be. Sometimes, he needed to be coerced into having a little fun.

And that's how Prowl ends up here. Of course he had struggled, as he always does. But not anymore. Now his frame shudders as a city's worth of data is pumped into him, or through him, really.

Each simulation, each request for a calculation, is pushed into his system via ports that are almost never used. Each push of data is but a shock of static, but together are a frame-rattling charge. So much extra data, and power, flows through his cabling. His actuators twitch and his vocaliser glitches with static.

Prowl always loved a challenge, didn't he? Simple tactics and problem solving weren never enough for his brilliant processor. And yet, Tarantulas had only succeeded in getting Prowl to assist him in a simulation once. Just once.

Just once, he had hooked Prowl up to his newest invention. Just once, he had clicked that data cable into Prowl's waiting port and watched him cry out.

It had been mesmerising. Prowl's frame had tensed, optics wide, darting between unseen strings of data being pushed through his circuits. At first Tarantulas had wondered if his partner was in pain, but soon realised his doorwings twitched in the same way they would when Tarantulas stroked his digits down sensitive panelling.

Oh. Prowl had liked it.

Prowl, goaded into it by the promise of yet another glorious weapon, had later reluctantly confessed that it felt like an itch in his processor had finally been scratched. It almost hurt, and yet it was warm and inviting. It felt like someone reached a servo into his battle computer and yanked- and yanked and yanked until it hurt- but in a way that he craved and sent charge surging through his circuits.

And yet he had never agreed to it again.

Which is why he didn't have a choice this time.

Tarantulas coos as he runs his servo down Prowl's sparking armour, relishing in the way it makes the bot's vocaliser crackle and frame jerk and twitch.

His pedipalps busy with another port in Prowl's side, one sliding the overheated port open, and the other gently pressing yet another cord towards it. Electricity arcs between the connector and the exposed contacts of the port, forcing another aborted cry out of Prowl.

He pushes the head of the cable against the port, but doesn't quite push it in. It's just close enough just for Prowl to be able to feel it's charge.

Tarantulas coos and leans his helm into Prowl's as he continues to tease the connector around the open port, systems purring as Prowl keens and whines at the contact.

"Please...!"

Tarantulas' systems purr louder at the broken plea. His servo comes up to cup Prowl's cheek as he leans in to rest his forehead against his partner's.

"Please what, my dear?" He wiggles the cable against the port again, drawing another cry from Prowl. His voice shakes and he strains so hard that his optics are wet.

How beautiful.

"Please- Please do it. Push it in. I want- I need it- Please-!"

Tarantulas chuckles then, nuzzling against Prowl's solvent-stained cheek.

"Of course, my dear. All you needed to do was ask," he whispers before plunging the cable in. It connects with a barely audible click before Prowl wails, current coursing through his circuits and doorwings going rigid

oughhh this is really something. Tarantulas plugs Prowl back in after all that time and they remember how wonderful it is... his battle computer, his entire processor, blinking and buzzing and rattling as the servers struggle to contain all that charge.

Prowl loves it. Loves how overwhelmed it makes him feel, how terribly full his ports feel as the large connecting cables slide in and fill his frame with stimuli. Everything feels so hot and Tarantulas knows that...

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 8

Fergus concludes his birthday party and we get some news.

CW: Unicorn zombie with minor carton gore

Calista: Ready to lose all your sleep ins

Eliza: What do you mean

Calista: An adoption fell through at the last minute and my husband put you two forward before they had time to go to the waitlist

Eliza: Wait, really? You're not tricking me?

…

Aaron: So she’s an infant born this morning. There was a family set up but they got cold feet about not having access to parents medical histories so I just told them how reliable the two of you are together. She’s got African American descent so they were keen for at least one of the parents to match

Bob: Thanks Aaron, I really can’t thank you enough for this

Calista: Apparently the birth mother didn’t want to name her, she wanted to avoid attachment, but you didn’t hear that from me. Anyway better get brainstorming

Eliza: Oh Bob already has quite the list, trust me

...

Aaron: There’ll be papers but legally she’ll be seen as yours and Eliza’s from the get go

Bob: I’m sure we can handle not knowing the medical histories, we’re interested in her future. I know it’s selfish to want an infant-

Aaron: Hey, you can always adopt or foster an older one later on. You’re still bringing a child into your family, that’s generous no matter their age

Of course it is Fergus’ birthday party and he spends some time eating cake with his friends. Since aging up has already happened this rotation most of them are teens now to.

In the lounge the adults take over the TV.

Calista: Which button is the gas

Artemisia: Crash ma, crash!

Bob: It’s one of the right ones I think

Artemisia: It’s left ma! Other left! Watch out for-

Aaron: *sighs* You’re not being very helpful Emisia

Artemisia: *tuts* Blame Bob for not having enough seats at their table *leaves*

Eliza: There will be even less when we break the high chair out of storage

Artemisia: What are you doing out here

Beth: You’re all tall now, it’s weird

Artemisia: It’s not my fault that you’re younger than the rest of us

Beth: Whatever

And of course compulsory photos with friends! Chasity and Artemisia below.

Most of Fergus and Artemisia’s friends are born from in game couples. The first two below are Brianna Fryes and Drake Bheeda. Maybe people with better eyes can see the family resemblance but I cannot… Then we have Anya and Atlas

After the party Eliza heads out for a jog with Strawberry but when she gets home it’s Ginger who needs a bath? Keen to dust off her bathing small creatures skills Eliza takes her for a bath. Ginger is very appreciative, even if she shakes off a puddle into the corner.

When Eliza eventually gets to bed Strawberry feels like cuddles and wakes her up.

Eliza: Strawberry! Tomorrow is a big day, mother needs sleep, don’t wake up sleeping sims

Strawberry pretends to listen but she’s stubborn so I’m quite sure it makes no difference to her, especially since Eliza does cave and give her snuggles. Before going back to sleep Eliza decides to check on the dust bunny. Dusty gifts her a fire opal! Not wanting Ginger to feel left out of the snuggle-fest she cuddles her before heading back to sleep. Where is Bob?

It may be half past midnight but Bob is determined to finish his latest book. He’s not particularly good at writing but he needs to save up for his future restaurant.

Strawberry: *yaps* Play time dad, play

Bob: Sorry Strawberry, dad is busy just this second

Strawberry: *yaps* Ginger, come get dad to play

Ginger: *barks* Sure, oh... oh no... he’s on the computer!

To Bob’s confusion Ginger bolts out of the room and is followed by a curious Strawberry. Bob doesn’t have to much time to wonder on it though as he needs to keep writing.

Strawberry: *yaps* Why are we under here

Ginger: *whimpers* hiding

Strawberry: *yaps* Wait, what are we hiding from

Ginger: *whimpers* the computer

Strawberry: *yaps* come on, we’ll crawl out this side and we’ll be away from it. Let's comfort eat

Ginger: I suppose that's what dad does

Ginger reluctantly follows Strawberry out and does her best to forget that Bob is on the computer.

At 2:30 Bob finishes book number 4! He also reached writing level 4, hopefully soon he’ll be able to do more than self publish. Getting ready for bed he is giddy with excitement for his growing household.

Previous ... Next

[archivalofsins]

Gunsli as a Mikoto enjoyer you must be losing your shit now that his second trial is drawing closer and closer! You're going to avidly defend him, right?

Meanwhile

Me *carrying a large stick around the panopticon*: FUTA, MU I JUST WANT TO TALK COME OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!

Futa & Mu: We're not on trial anymore-

Me: The phones...

Them: Huh?

Me: WHOSE FUCKING PHONES ARE THESE?!

Them: ?!

Me:

Well?! Any answers?

Mu: You already did this with me during my trial?!

Yeah, it wasn't really about you it was just for the bit-

So, huh Futa?! Huh whose phone, is it?! Because I know this isn't your phone for several reasons!

So, let's run this down from the beginning-

Question 1

Which cellphone is Futa's?

Sorry, to disappoint but in the battle between iPhone and Android Futa is firmly on the side of Android.

This is made abundantly clear by the fact that unlike Yuno who owns wireless earbuds, Futa's owns wired ones. Something not supported on Apple devices since 2016.

So, why did someone who owns an android phone have what appears to be an Apple charger plugged into his laptop near that flash drive? Well chances are he hooked up that iPhone to his computer to get some information off the phone, erase that information, then move it from his laptop to that flash drive.

We also know this iPhone isn't Futa's because he displays the UI of his actual phone while looking through the color inverted version of twitter-

At which point we can see his UI is completely different from the phone we see breaking at the end of Bring It On.

Futa's phone is also put on full display at the beginning of Bring It On and in other instances showing multiple physical discrepancies between it and the phone that breaks at the end.

From camera placement to general make of the phone and the brightness on the red of the phone case. All things that have remained consistent over the course of Milgram. Making it more apparent which phone is his.

Question two,

Why would Futa take someone else's phone and what information could he need?

He states what he needs and what he's using the phone for at the beginning of Bring It On,

"Found one…! Countdown till I make you say sorry. Let’s go! A victory march! Dan-Da-Dan. Eat this! Don’t act like you have no idea! We won’t forgive you. You’re the crazy one! Ban-Ba-Bang." - "All evil hypocrites should disappear. I won’t stop until you say “sorry”. Now let’s begin to hunt down the liars."

He's using it to get information on the people involved in the incident and track them down.

The rest of the members of the party he was working with for a time. That ended up putting all the blame for that incident on him. This is probably why he's not hanging out with them when he goes to the arcade and is instead watching from a distance.

Using the situation to get rid of two people at once since the hat girl was possibly involved with the group as well hence the line,

"Flames closing in, are both sides losers?"

"Fuck it! You won’t be forgiven; it was stupid licking each other’s wounds." - "You can’t escape, how do you like the taste of punishment." - "You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero!"

I've already speculated that Futa's murder was the result of him reacting to the outcome of the hat girl situation and that Futa and this other victim were a part of the same group before.

(I have made way too many posts on Futa: X, X, X, X, X, X, X and many more. Back to the topic at hand though.)

However, the hat girl could have been uninvolved with the group as well. Yet, taking into consideration the very targeted and extreme harassment the group is depicted doing in Backdraft while Futa is looking on in shock and terror I think it's hard for me to not consider this being personal in some way.

That display perfectly calls back to these lines of Futa's in Bring It On,

"I won’t stop until you say “sorry”." - "Now, let’s be reasonable. We are the ones that blow the horn for justice. We will punish you down, this is a warning."

Futa has made it abundantly clear he only does this until the other party apologizes or backs down. Something the hat girl was already doing while the others continued to attack her anyway.

In Backdraft, Futa also spray paints the ones who did this in black as they were doing it. Then we see their tags on the image of the victims have been spray painted over on the wall with black as well once it cuts to the girl.

Black is used as the color to highlight the words on Futa's second trial CD as well,

I believe this color is being used to highlight Futa's version of justice. Just as he says in the voice drama that Es and him are no different, both simply stating that something was bad and things going out of control.

Adding to this Es (and the audiences) judgement of Futa is represented with the same color at the end. As if visually stating the judgement the audience gave to Futa should actually be given to these people instead and reiterating the little difference Futa sees between what he did and what Es and the audience is doing now.

Backdraft even going as far as to have the eyes behind Es be the same color as the spray paint, the people in the group are portrayed using to harass that girl. Making it seem as though by punishing Futa we're supporting the people who did this instead of the other way around.

This makes Futa's question of,

"Should I succumb, make your wish come true?"

Come off as though he's not only speaking about Milgram (Es, and the audience), but the others involved in the harassment of that girl who may have begun doing the same to Futa hoping he'd react in a similar way to their previous victim.

Something alluded to through this image and messages at the end of Bring It On.

QRT Storm Pazuzu　（＝Futa）            I think I’ve got all her details now. Based on her previous tweets I’ve worked out her school. The fact she lives so close is hilarious lol Judgement☨Onizuka You’re the worst offender of all.

"Full of yourselves, are you?" - "Bye bye idiots and devils with the faces of angels." - "You gotta be kidding! I’m the real hero!" - "You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero!" - "You’re the crazy one! Ban-Ba-Bang!"

Also we see in Bring It On through Futa's inverted colored phone screen that his icon looks like blue fire or mirrors JudgementOnizuka's normal colored one and vice versa. Implying some sort of connection between the two of them.

It's also telling that Futa is represented by fire and Onizuka water especially given the repeated line of,

"Can't douse this fire."

Within Backdraft.

The lyrics,

"Don’t get cocky, you in that cypher!"- "Holler-holler from safety, so worthless."

These lines can not only refer to the audience or Es but the people he used to hang out with or individuals getting overzealous/too confident with their harassment online. Something the group he used to be in did.

Backdraft also shows off Futa's willingness to just fight head-to-head about it through the line.

"The fight’s up here! Come up to the ring and face me!"

"You won’t be forgiven, a coward, never!"

Question 3

How did he get the phone? Whose is it?

"Are both sides losers?" - "The fact she lives so close is hilarious lol."

It's more than likely the hat girl's phone. Just like the phone we see get smashed in After Pain appears to have belonged to Mu's victim and former friend. Once again, making this another way Futa and Mu parallel each other and why they were paired up.

If the hat girl were also in the group or followers of these people before she began getting harassed, Futa would have an easier time looking over, keeping up with, and figuring out who was responsible for the harassment. That is if he did get her phone after she died.

It would also be similar to how Mu's victim seems to have been involved with Mu or the friend group Mu was in before she passed away as well. However, the phone could belong to Futa's actual victim then when we see it falling to the ground and breaking in Bring It On could be during the altercation portrayed in Undercover.

One thing is for sure Futa and Mu both use breaking phones as imagery for silencing others-

That and they both have a very firm grasp of framing.

Futa would still be able to look over old interactions he was in from his own phone. So, like with Mu in After Pain and It's Not My Fault there may be some playing around with time. In fact, I think there may be playing around with time present in all the prisoner's music videos that becomes more overt depending on the prisoner's personality.

In Futa's case, this is probably why the interactions on his own phone have those inverted colors while the interactions on the one we see break later does not. This coloring choice could denote that these interactions happened before what we are witnessing now. You know how flash backs are usually put in grey or muted colors.

Just as it's implied through After Pain that the messages on Mu's phone happened before her bullying. Futa just goes about displaying this in a vaguer manner.

There are also these things from Bring It On as well that I covered elsewhere before, but I believe it was in reply to someone else's post or something because I can't find it in my archive.

These read,

WARNING [FUTA'S TWITTER ICON] "CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]! YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD!!! CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]? YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD???" WARNING [FUTA'S TWITTER ICON] CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED] YOU BROUGHT [REDACTED] TO THE WORLD!!! CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]? YOUR BROUGHT [REDACTED] TO THE WORLD???

I also mentioned this before with this but again can't find it but on the map during the final fight we can see Futa's indicator moving away while appearing to spawn back in.

Also the D in world is styled after his twitter icon-

And at the beginning of Bring It On his phone switches between the Bring It On screen and his twitter feed each time the video glitches before he heads out-

So, yeah- Some credit for all the work Futa did trial one trying to cover up the truth is long overdue.

Whelp that's it. Fuck you Futa for pulling one over on me though really thought that was his phone he dropped.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

It's just a headache

ai-lesswhumptober23 day 31- headaches fandom- Danny phantom TW- none summary- It's time to work on the group project, but Danny has a headache and a broken filter.

ao3 ailesswhumptober23 masterlist part 4 of DA

Danny had thought today as a pretty good day which was good since today he was meeting Valerie after school to work on their group project. But then around lunchtime a headache started to develop. Since then, it had only built in intensity, every time the bell rang it felt like someone was taking a hammer to his skull.

Finally, school was over. He only had to make it through about an hour of working with Valerie, and then if there were no serious ghost attacks, Sam and Tuck could handle the likes of the Box Ghost, he could take a nap.

They were about ten minutes into working on the project and Danny was staring at his computer and willing his headache back so that he could actually concentrate on the screen. He should probably find a book, the light from his computer was like stabbing needles into his eyes. But finding a book’s small font would also be extremely difficult to read, not to mention having to use the library’s ancient computer to see if they even had a book on their writer.

“Did you find anything?”

“Huh?”

“Did you find anything?” Valerie asked, turning toward him.

“Um… no.”

She rolled her eyes, “How difficult can it be to find where he was born and his basic family info?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. He tried to focus on his screen again, but had to close his eyes as his headache spiked.

“You good?” 

Danny looked up to see Valerie staring at him, looking slightly concerned.

“Headache.”

“Ah, my mom used to get really bad headaches.”

“Hm.” Danny said, even the effort to communicate was becoming more difficult.

“Do you want to reschedule?”

“No. I know you’re busy.” Danny said. He rubbed his eyes, “I should be used to these by now.”

She frowned, “Do  you get them pretty often.”

“Ever since the accident.” Danny froze, avoiding looking at Valerie.

There was a moment of silence, and Danny desperately hoped Valerie wouldn’t ask. But of course his luck wasn’t that good.

“What accident?” He glanced at her. She was frowning at him again.

“I got a nasty shock in my parents’ lab.” he said, trying to keep it simple but not lie because she was way too good at seeing through lies, at least when her bias wasn’t in the way.

She looked alarmed. “When did that happen?”

“It’s fine. It happened a few months ago.”

“And you’re still getting headaches? Isn’t that, like, really bad?”

“I’m fine.” Danny said, a bit harsher than he’d wanted. He sighed. “Look, the accident was a while ago, and it did leave some annoying aftereffects. But I’m fine. I’m actually lucky I’m not dead.” Shoot. Why did he say that? This wasn’t Sam and Tucker who he could joke with about his secret. This was Valerie, the Red Huntress, who hated his ghostly guts.

“You could have died!”

Yup. Now she was alarmed. Great going Danny! You’re so good at keeping people from figuring out your secret!

“I’m fine.” he insisted again, but his words were undermined by the fact that his headache spiked suddenly and he dropped his head into his hands with a hiss.

It was blessedly silent for a moment.

“Sorry.” Valerie said. “I didn't mean to pry. I know it’s none of my business. I can’t do it tomorrow, but can we meet up Saturday evening?”

Danny nodded as best as he could with his head still cradled in his hands.

“Do you, umm… Need help getting home?” she sounded so uncertain, that any frustration Danny had faded.

He sighed. “No. I’ll call Jazz to pick me up.”

“Okay. Just umm… Get some rest. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

[edutainer2022]

On WIP Wednesday I'm challenging myself with this bit to maybe finish the story - it's been written out in my head for months, but it doesn't translate to pixels. Jeff is really trying in this one, but it ain't easy. Scott gets in a lot of trouble.

ANYTHING HE COULD EVER DO WRONG (Bit 1)

Jeff could maybe remember why it seemed like a good idea at the spur of the moment. Lord Hugh Creighton-Ward had unexpectedly arrived accompanied by his daughter on a visit to Tracy Headquarters in NYC. A courtesy visit on paper, it was to be a trial run of Brains' newest development - the heavily augmented, armored state-of-the-art limo-jet FAB0. Besides, the two men had a lot to discuss on a different project Jeff had in the works, that was to change everything.

As it was summer break, Jeff had Scott with him for an impromptu internship at the office (and a bit of bonding time, as Jeff Tracy was in so many words scolded by his mother, who stayed behind on the farm with the rest of the boys). Scott was to shadow Jeff in meetings and to get to know the grassroots workings of different departments. In whatever free time was left the boy was taking extra credit courses over the summer, fully intent to graduate early. So Lord Hugh's visit with his girl formulated an obvious easy plan - have the adults talk shop, and have Scott be a cordial host and show Penelope around the Tracy Towers. Penelope, about John's age, prim and precocious, was already every inch a lady. And if Scott's disarming smile and roguish demeanor was a bit of a bane of feeble hearts among the co-ed interns and younger assisstants, Jeff tried to chalk it up to the boy's blooming people skills for his own peace of mind. It was good to see his son smile again, at least. All in all, what could possibly go wrong?

Well... A LOT it turned out, as Jeff was looking at a smoking pile of pink-tinted cahelium and chrome in mind-spinning horror. Nobody knew how the kids managed to sneak away from the Creighton-Ward driver/bodyguard - Parker - hotwire the controls and take the prototype FAB0 for a spin in the air. Well, Jeff maybe had a vague idea of the Actual British Princess and the fifteen year old Han Solo wannabe situation possibly going on, but that was the furthest on the list of his concerns at the moment. Penny was conscious and for the most part appeared unscathed, when a blanched Parker and Lord Hugh helped her out, but Jeff could see the brown locks slumped on the safety cushion at the wheel and a trickle of blood down his son's face. Scott was unmoving. And Jeff's mind blanked out on the spot.

It was a testament to Brains' engineering genius and safety measures obsession, or the fact Scott grew up at flight controls in his father's lap and was naturally predisposed to fly anything, or maybe Jeff had used up all his lifelong limit of tragedy and loss - the kids were, indeed, alright. Relatively so. Penelope was shaken and more afraid for getting Scott in trouble, it appeared. Admittedly, it was her idea. Or maybe a dare. Scott got a broken wrist and now sported a bright blue cast, and a gush on the forehead that needed stitches. And a vehement, if admirable, insistence to take the fall for the lady.

Jeff wasn't particularly proud of the way he handled it - there might have been yelling, a grounding for the rest of the year, a confiscated phone, no TV or movies, or games privileges, and a strict prohibition to use the computer or tablet for anything other than schoolwork, a crisp "Yes, sir" and possibly a slammed door at the upper level of their Tracy Tower penthouse.

To his credit Jeff had to say that a sight of a son, unconscious amidst the metal debris, covered in soot and blood, was to haunt his sleeping and wakeful hours for many, many years to come, liberally transforming the former into the latter. It was unable to rest a wink and needing a stiffer insentive than an Advil, that Jeff staggered down from the master bedroom to the sitting area, nearly stumbling in the dark over something soft, warm and slumped against the wall on the stairs. The ball of tousled curls and blue pajamas keened painfully in his eldest voice. Scotty!

[atempause-art]

i think it's time for a new sona of sorts. yea i dont actually use them much but whatever. i dont draw Corpse anymore at all because she was made out of depression and isolation. its baked too deep into her core to draw her anything else but. quite frankly i am over that, but also much worse

i am in my villain era, i am becoming the fucking joker, i am no longer asking. i am stuck working piece of shit retail job which doubles as psychological warfare while computers replace my art before i even got chance to get anywhere. i am forever going to pay rent so high my paycheck cant even cover, the only break i had this year was when i caught covid and at this point i think im gonna start licking the coins in our cash register to get it again to finally be allowed to stay home for a few days

Corpse is a great design which i do need to draw more but right now i need to relate to something that is absolutely vile and going to devour every man in power who fucked this all up for the rest of us

i am definitely not coherent and cringe trying to pass early 200's dA edgelord on main but try being overstimulated for a month straight nonstop because holiday season turns stores into warzones. besties i am in the trenches and about to bite the next rude customer for real

i also need something that uses they/them pronouns

[thetangibleghost]

God my old job made me down load like 20 GB of files. We only ever needed to use like 5GB of it and the rest was useless of like literally just currupted data. Like I'm trying to delete it off my computer now and it's just not letting me. It took literally three hours to download it on. A bunch of ghost files and shit that literally doesn't open and it's barely organized. Some of it was even like missing??? And I just had to go find it my self like la de da. And that kinda shit happened multiple times like "use this book. Use this material" okay, sure, can I have the material? "Uh..."

Like DUDE WHAT.