#in fact that is a Librarian right there
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#this has big Library of the Neitherlands vibes#sometimes the magicians brainrot flairs up
the librarian [x]
done in procreate
#my first reaction was 'this is Welcome to Night Vale'#but yeah this is totally the Library of the Neitherlands#in fact that is a Librarian right there#no one remembers why it was hired#but it has the most seniority after Zelda#the magicians
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Yoo Sangah has to be the smartest, most sensible kimcom member.
Cause she was the only one with the guts to put Dokja on an actual leash.
#joonghyuk talked big game during the 46th scenario#but he couldnt go through with it because he is easily swoon by dokja's antics#sangah did have the advantage of having been a librarian inside the fourth wall#she understands dokja's trauma and the fact that he just needs time#time to trust and understand that he's not alone#she is patient with him and advise the other companions to be patients with him#.....patient doesnt mean lenient tho#âdokja can have all the time he needs to work on his mental health from RIGHT HERE on my leashâ#such a boss moment#lee seolhwa is second smartesr cause in side story she actually got a cage out when they thought they found dokja#keep the cage ready girl#orv reread
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The Space That Lies Between - Moon Knight fic
Written by pokimoko
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count:Â 15K
Fandom: Moon Knight (2022), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:Â Marc Spector & Original Character(s), Steven Grant & Marc Spector
Characters: Marc Spector, Captain Marc Spector (Astronaut from Lemire Run), Original Characters, Steven Grant (mentioned)
Tags: Dissociative Identity Disorder, Dissociation, Character Study, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Pre-Season/Series 01, Teenage Marc Spector, Unreliable Narrator, Headspace, Angst, Extended Metaphors, unreality, Distorted Reality, Coping Mechanisms, Astronomy, Science Fiction, Science Nerd Marc Spector, Spaceships, Yes I did in fact speedrun rocket science in order to write this, You can blame 'Wolf 359' and Andy Weir for this one, Mark Watney đ¤ Marc Spector: Being a guy from Chicago named Marc/k who gets stuck on a planet, Outer Space, Artificial Intelligence, Science, Escapism, Marc Spector-centric, POV Marc Spector, Emotional Hurt, Astronauts, Trust Issues, Marc Spector Needs A Hug, Autistic Marc Spector, Companion Piece, Can be read standalone
Summary: Captain Spector finds himself stuck on a hostile planet, alone and with no one to help him except the AI on his damaged ship. But if there's one thing he's certain of, it's that he's going to survive.
Meanwhile, Marc tries to navigate life and all the ordeals it has to offer.
#moon knight#mcu fic#fanfic#marvel#marvel fic#mcu#my fanfic#my fanfiction#my writing#marc spector#steven grant#...finally experiencing the horror that is tagging 'spaceman/astronaut/captain marc spector'#surprise! TAOF companion fic + fic anniversary fic + space fic combo#that's right; space fic. brain decided to get in a space mood recently and y'all are just gonna have to deal with that#and also deal with the fact i like recycling fic concepts *a lot*#bringing back this tag:#turns out i write the same themes and ideas again and again but slightly to the left each time#in another world đ¤ this fic: spiderman pointing meme#iaw was the spiritual companion fic to the absence of fear; this one here is the official companion#main difference is this one has science. and a certain librarian#if you've read 'the martian' then it's going to be so obvious i read 'the martian'#if you haven't haha wow i'm so clever with science huh crazy i got all this original ideas about science. go me
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Earlier my boss mentioned periods syncing up to his friend, because he'll die if he doesn't mention at least once per conversation with anyone ever that all his employees are women (well. as far as he's concerned) and they never come to work because they're always on their periods. And I laughed and shook my head and he said 'she doesn't believe me but my wife's a doctor and she says it's true.'
And like. It's stupid. It's not worth starting an argument over and certainly not worth getting worked up over. But I've been chewing on it in my brain for two hours now and the more I think about it the angrier I get! Because you're wrong! You're wrong and I'm right and if you think about it for even a second it doesn't make any sense!!!
If we generalize, lets say half the human population has a uterus, and half of those people are within the age range for menstruation, that's 2 billion people capable of menstruation!!! And if the average cycle is 28 days, that's 71 million people starting their period every day! 3 million people a day in the US! 96,000 people in my state! 1200 people in my county! 20 people start their period every day just in the tiny town I work in! If me and my coworkers happen to be on our periods at the same time its not because we're ~~magically synced up bc of our fucking pheromones or whatever~~~ it's because we happen to be 3 of the 140 people who started their periods this week juST IN THIS TOWN!!!!
#like i said. stupid#im not actually mad im just Thinking about it#actually i am mad but not about the period thing#ok also about the period think but more the fact that he WONT STOP BRINGING IT UP#especially as ~the problem with having all female employees wahhh~#but also his stupid fucking attitude#anytime someone suggests he might not be right about something#and he gets just soo condecending like 'i think i would know better than you'#BITING AND BITING AND BITING HIM#once he told a customer i wanted to be a librarian#and when i said no i didn't?#he said yes you did i remember#like what are you even talking about?????#ANYway#periods dont sync#ira blabs
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It's 2031, and Hermitcraft Season 15 has just started.
DocM77 has created a machine that adds a new dimension. Zero mods, no resource packs, just redstone and glitches. He is using Netherite blocks for his redstone circuits.
JimmySolidarity joined two seasons ago, and has died first every time. He is very careful this season, but other Hermits kill him first on purpose.
TangoTek has built Decked Out 4 in the End. It is roughly four times the size of the main island, and the dragon has been captured and sealed in an obsidian box so that it will make a cool sound effect in one specific room.
SMajor joined five days ago, and he has already been in a fan-favourite duo with half the server. His Ao3 tag has quadrupled in size, and his tumblr tag is full of art vaguely shipping him with just about anyone with a face.
Pearl has been a landscaper, a janitor, a postmaster, an accountant, a bus driver, and a librarian. Running out of public service jobs, she has started showing up at people's houses in real life with teas and coffees. No one's sure how she gets there.
Etho's tissue box has finally disintegrated, and everyone is excitedly recommending him mic stands. He is trying to hide the fact that he has put an exact copy of the box in its place already.
Zombie Cleo has become so adept at manipulating armor stands that they can perfectly recreate literally anything. Including things that by all rights should not exist. New viewers occasionally complain about lovecraftian nightmares and mental issues after seeing them. Cleo and their older viewers laugh like it's an inside joke.
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"uncritical approbation" of every text ever written isn't happening and also has basically nothing to do with whether any given book is kept on the shelves in any given underfunded public library, hope that helps
#why does reading have any kind of inherent public meaning? well buddy it's because it's been that way since humans invented written language#you do in fact have an abstract political right to enjoy a swinburne poem enough to die about it and it is called 'freedom of speech'#and it's codified in a little thing called the constitution#this man edits a catholic magazine and one of his children is named 'thisbe' so fortunately i don't need to care about what he says#top 10 ways to rile up a librarian on a sunday morning
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I have things to do, I said. It'll be quick, I said. Then I started using the ropes to analyse the relationships within this small section of the family, and now I have a deeper understanding of my character. Wooo, Day 18: Relations! Giving me an unusual amount of insight into my character and a part of how they work!
(If anyone wants the full lore dump layout of this dude and his families background....... I am willing, like, a 2/3rds of the implications I've put in this image are the tags anyway TvT)
#I reckon I spent a half hour testing out fun new texture things I could do for the wood#Then I made the frames representetive of the characters too#Urlwyn has a strained thin relationship with their parents#but it'll hold him when they need it#and it may be on the mend soon#The frame is cracked due to their willingness to use others#and the fact that they have done so as well#you can see the same in his uncles frame#although to a lesser extent#this is both due to the impact had from his actions#and also the fact that the dude is probably in jail#Both their frames are on the mend#Urlwyns Dad Jackro (left) has a broken frame due to an adventuring stint from his youth#Varion (Dad right) has had a pretty chill time#He's a librarian#I need to draw him#Cuz I luv the dude#Also#I hate to say it#but uhhhh#Dad rope (Left) looks cut cause uhhh#well I guess I decided he should have the true protaganist background for his adventuring stint#Anyway#unhinged tagging#artist#art challenge#aec's drawing bonanza#dnd#Urlwyn Elmwool#dnd art
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I'm in a spooky vibe rn and I've been thinking about one of the enha members (hyung line) with a scream mask ( y'know from the movie sjshsj) about to m*rder reader but idk they get turned on and both got freaky đŤŚ
fffuuuuccccckkkk anon your brain is đ love this idea so much (fun fact scream is my favorite slasher movie and I even have a ghost face tattoo) I hope this is exactly what youâre looking forđ¤ itâs funny because I also main ghost face in dead by daylight so when I saw this request I got SOOOO happy ~ I also made this a lot longer than I expected to but oopsđ¤đ¤
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You sit up on the couch, eyes widening as you grab the TV remote and turn up the volume.Â
âThe mysterious ghost face kill strikes again, killing two more college students in the library this morning. The bodies were discovered byâŚâ
You quickly shot to your feet, grabbing your jacket and camera and slipping your feet into your boots tying them quickly as you slipped out your dorm door.Â
You never were so happy to live on campus as you ran from the dorm building and across campus to the library. Students surrounded the main entrance and you pushed your way through finally seeing the inside of the library.Â
âHey!â a police officer yelled at you when you slipped under the caution tape, âYou canât be back here!âÂ
You eyed him, pulling out your student journaling ID, âI have every right to be here.âÂ
The officer tried to protest, but you kept your stride, making your way to the bodies ignoring the yelling officer behind you.Â
The closer you got, the more the smell of blood filled your senses, making your skin crawl. Your journaling partner was already on the scene, standing at the edge of the other caution tape marking off the two bodies.Â
You stood beside him, your heart sinking as you took in the bodies of the two females lying dead in front of you. They were just freshmen. Barely made it into college and fully started their lives.Â
From what you could see, they were stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen. One of their necks was slit, and the other looked like they were stabbed through their throat. They suffered, for sure.Â
âWho found them?â you asked him, taking your eyes off the dead bodies and turning to your partner. He had one arm crossed over his chest and gripped his elbow as his other arm was reached up and fingers gripping his chin.Â
He slowly tilted his head to look at you, streaks of his black hair fell into his eyes, âFunny enough,â he sighs, âSunghoon and myself.âÂ
You completely turned your whole body to him, âThatâs why youâre here before me?! Jake, what happened?!âÂ
Jake chucked, âYou're more worried that I was here before you?â you narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed again, completely wrapping his arms over his chest, looking back at the bodies. You could have sworn you saw a sparkle glint in his eyes. Jake has always been excited to be on the scene, same as you. But he enjoyed it a little bit more than you. Heâll make one damn good detective one day for sure, âWanted to check out a book and saw the door already unlocked for the campus not even fully being opened yet. And that's when we found the bodies.âÂ
âWhere is Sunghoon now?â you asked, looking around the library, spotting him with the librarian and being questioned by a detective.Â
You went to walk over, to ask him questions, but Jake stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you towards him, his arm wrapping around over your chest, âDonât question him, heâs really shaken up,â You wanted to protest, only for Jake to squeeze you tightly against him, your back pressing further into his chest, âPlease, YN, heâs my best friend. Iâll take care of it. I promise.âÂ
You sigh and nod. Letting Jake take the lead with this one.Â
But you still had a job to do. So you pulled out your camera, taking a few photos. Once you finished with the photos, you pulled your journal from your back pocket, asked Jake a few questions, and took his account down then turned back to the bodies and took your own notes.Â
You circled the area, taking in every inch and piece of information you could. Jotting down everything in your little notebook.Â
Jake kept his eyes on you, watching you do your thing. His eyes sparkled more the longer his eyes lingered on you. He eventually dropped his gaze and went back to looking at his best friend, watching as he sat at one of the tables, knees pressed to his chest and hands curled into his hair. The small smile Jake had fell at the sight of his best friend andâ
âJake!â You called for him, bringing his attention back to you, âI think I found something.âÂ
âOh?â He walks over to you and kneels down on the floor beside you, your camera resting on your knees as you point your finger toward one of the dead girls, âWhat am I looking at honey?âÂ
You groaned and rolled your eyes, âUnder her body, thereâs a black glove,â you looked at Jake. His jaw clenched tightly, âThe killer must have accidentally lost it, dropped it, or whatever. Maybe she fought them or something. I donât know. But I want to figure it out.âÂ
You took a few close-up photos of the glove and turned back around to show Jake, noticing a scratch mark sliding down the left side of his neck. You hadnât seen it before since you were standing on his right side, but it looked deep and irritated, âWhat happened there?â You reached up to touch it, but he grabbed your hand quickly and set it down at your side.Â
âHoon and I were wrestling earlier at our apartment and I hit the side of our entertainment center, I am fine.âÂ
You thinned your lips into a line, boys will be boys you guess. Their apartment was a lot smaller than the dorms on campus, they must have been fucking around at a good spot to have knocked Jake into their entertainment center.Â
Eventually, the police shooed you and Jake off the scene. Forcing you two to head to the journaling office. You printed off the photos you took and made copies of your notes, passing them to Jake.Â
You glanced at the clock, it was now ten thirty am and classes would be resuming like normal, so you and Jake went your separate ways.Â
Jake was still new to being a journalist. You were a club of two, consisting of just you and another girl who helped write the articles for you while you took care of the rest. She wrote her own things, mostly on the sports or other small crimes that happen on campus, but with the ghost face killer making his rounds, you took up the role of this case with her helping on the side. At first, you took it all on yourself, but as the body count started piling up, you needed the help. So you let her help and put out an application for an extra set of hands, which Jake answered.Â
Youâve seen him around campus before he joined you. Was born and raised in this town. Being the town's sweetheart and golden puppy boy. You did some research on him before allowing him into your club, canât have the killer join you, right?
He was the captain of his soccer team in middle and high school. Has taken his schoolâs team to the championships multiple times and was the heartthrob of the school. He donated to charity when he could and volunteered at the police station on the weekends in hopes of landing a good detective job there after graduation. He was the whole definition of a straight-A good boy student. Perfect for your team. He became your partner and you taught him everything you knew. When Jake joined, the body count from this ghost face killer was only three. But with the two bodies that were found today, it was now at fifteen.Â
In between your classes, you found yourself back at the club office, pinning the new photos to the corkboard in the back of the room, wrapping red string between the pushpins and possible suspects. After staring at the corkboard for what felt like hours, the other female club member came in and you helped her write the article. Give her your notes and advising as she writes.Â
Jake popped in and out of the office as well, brainstorming with you about the suspects and the time of events that happened. You both spun in circles that led to nowhere. You ask Jake again about speaking to Sunghoon, and he shoots you down, âGive him some time. Iâll get the police report soon and itâll help, I am sure.âÂ
A week has gone by since the murder in the library. You ended up shifting the corkboard from the office and into the corner of your kitchen, using the fluorescent light of the kitchen bulbs to light the board more. You leaned against the back of your couch, it being the furthest you could step away from the board. Biting at your nails as your eyes scanned every murder case. Every newspaper article and police report on the board.Â
Nothing made sense. Nothing connected. Whoever this killer was, they were good. Covered their tracks without so much as a piece of hair at any scene of their crimes. Until the glove.Â
You ran your hands into your long hair, scratching at the back of your head. You needed that police report that Jake still has yet to give you. Needed to speak to Sunghoon. There were missing pieces and those two things were important. You looked over to the clock above the kitchen sink. It was almost one thirty in the morning. But you still got up and slid into your sneakers, pulled your jacket on, and bounced out the door.Â
Finding yourself in front of Jake and Sunghoonâs front door, knocking loudly. There was no answer. So you did the next best thing and called Jakeâs cell phone.Â
There was some shuffling on the other end of the door and a groan. The door opened and you find a half-awake Jake before you, his hair a mess and spreading in every direction, wearing a plain white tee shirt and a pair of black and blue checkered boxers, âYN,â he sleepily growled and then yawned, âItâs almost two am, what is it?âÂ
âCan I have the police report?âÂ
Jake blinked at you, âHuh?âÂ
You crossed your arms, âThe police report. Can I have it?âÂ
Jake let out another yawn, âItâs at the school, in the office.âÂ
Of course, it was. And the campus is closed and if you get caught sneaking in just to get a piece of paperâŚYou sigh, âThanks anyway,â you softly say, and turn around to walk down the stairs but stop, âCan I talk to Sunghoon?â
Jake scoffs, leaning against the doorframe, âItâs almost two am,â he repeats, âWhy are you out here so late? Thereâs a literal killer running around here.âÂ
You knew that. And still took that risk to come out here. The killer had to be a student at your college. Every murder had been college kids. It had to be another student. Thatâs what made being out here so dangerous.Â
âI know,â you shrugged, âBut I canât stand by and do nothing.âÂ
Jake frowned, âYou know youâre allowed to actually be a college student right? Live a normal life too?â you shrugged again, and he just scoffed again, âYN, go home and rest. Let the detectives with actual badges handle it. We can only do so much.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him, âLet me speak to Sunghoon.âÂ
Jake stands his ground, âNo. Go. Home. Before you get yourself killed.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âSee you tomorrow then.âÂ
Jake mimicked your words and watched as you walked down the steps before walking back inside and going back to sleep.Â
You didnât understand why Jake was so against you speaking to Sunghoon. Maybe he was being protective? Sunghoon didnât look the best after finding the bodies. He was probably so shaken up. But it only made you want to speak to him more. And that need only grew more when you noticed Sunghoonâs car wasnât in its normal parking spot beside Jakeâs.Â
Meaning he wasnât home.Â
Youâve respected Jakeâs wishes on not to talk to Sunghoon, but this matter was getting serious and Sunghoon just might be the big break you needed. So you quickly walked off the apartment complex, glancing back to make sure Jake was outside, and pulled your phone from your pocket as you kept walking and dialed a number.Â
âHello?âÂ
âSunghoon, where are you right now?âÂ
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You found him atop the bleachers of the soccer field just like he said he would be. A soccer ball sat between his feet, grass scuff marks were at the ends of his jeans, and sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows and sweat dripped down the side of his face. It didnât take a genius to figure out he came here to kick the ball around. Probably as a distraction.Â
You sat down beside him, âHow are you holding up?âÂ
Sunghoon scoffs, âHolding up as in a week ago I found two dead bodies in the middle of the library or holding up because Iâve been questioned left and right by everyone or my best friend/roommate has smothered me to stay home and take time.âÂ
You felt bad for him, mostly for what youâre about to ask him. He wanted to obviously forget what he saw, who could blame him? It takes special people to see a dead body and not be fazed by it.Â
âIâm sorry for asking you to do this againâŚâÂ
Sunghoon just shrugs, âIf I am being honest, Iâve wanted to talk to you for a while now.âÂ
You raised your brow, âYeah?âÂ
He nodded, âJake was against it,â he took a deep breath, âSomething was off that dayâŚwith him.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â You placed a hand on his knee, âYou can tell me anything. Start with the beginning.âÂ
Sunghoon looked you in your eyes, then looked off into the distance at the field, âHe told me that morning he was meeting our coach, for a one-on-one coaching session. At first, I didnât think anything about it, being he was a soccer prodigy or whatever.â You nodded, remembering how much of the soccer star Jake was back in high school, âSo you could probably understand my surprise when I got a call from our coach saying he tried to get ahold of Jake and then he confirmed with me that they did in fact not have a meeting that day.âÂ
You sat back against the bleacher seat behind you, staring off onto the field, letting the gears in your brain slowly turn, waiting for Sunghoon to continue.Â
âI got scared, rushing out of the apartment and searching everywhere for him. Scared and thinking I was going to find my best friend murdered somewhere, ya know?â You understood, with this killer on the loose everyone was watching their backs and afraid. Who would be next? Who is next? âBut I found him, lingering around the library building, digging through his soccer duffle bag. My heart almost stopped when I saw himâŚalive,â he took a deep breath, âSo I confronted him, and he played it off that he did have a practice, but was with his coach from high school.âÂ
You looked back at him, to read his face. Seeing how pale his skin was becoming, âI believed him at first, thinking maybe I misheard that morning. So we started walking back, but he kept digging through the duffle bag, looking frantic. He wasnât acting himself. Said something about needing to go to the library, about finding a book or something, and then took off. But I followed after him. I didnât want to leave him alone, not with ghost face running around. But when I got to the library, IâŚcouldnât find him. I saw him go through the back door instead of the front. But once I walked in and noticed all the doors were already unlockedâŚthen I found the bodies.âÂ
You squeezed his knee, âItâs okay.âÂ
He nodded, swallowing and looking down at the soccer ball, âI smelt the blood first and then noticed their bodies. And thenâŚthen there were footsteps behind me and I knew that I was next. But the library walked in through the front entrance and started screaming, her eyes darting to me, saying we did it. I turned around to see Jake standing behind me. His skin was pale and sweaty. Eyes wide as he stared back at me and then at the bodies and the librarian. Heâs never been surprised to see the bodies. Heâs been working with you for over half a year. So when I saw the look on his faceâŚthe surprise that was there.âÂ
You opened your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon kept going, âThe weirdest thing is his duffle bag was missing from his shoulder,â Sunghoon scoffs, âHow did it just disappear.â It was a good question. A very good one. âHe hasnât been the same since then.âÂ
You tried to lighten the mood, âMaybe you knocked something loose in his head when the two of you wrestled the other day.â Sunghoon gave you a confused look, âYou know? He said you two got too close to your TV stand and he got scuffed up by the edge of it. Making a scratch on his neck,â you pointed to the right side, tracing a finger down the side of your neck to mimic where Jake has his slowly fading scar now, âItâs right here.âÂ
Sunghoon raised a brow, âI donât know what youâre talking about. We havenât wrestled inside the apartment.â Your smile faded. Sunghoonâs phone started vibrating and he pulled it from his pocket, seeing Jakeâs caller ID on the screen, âGuess he noticed I wasnât home.â Sunghoon locked his phone, ignoring the call, âI havenât been telling him when Iâve left the apartment. So I better prepare myself with a talk when I get back.â He stood up and started walking down the bleachers, âThank you for listening to me, I donât want to suspect my best friend, and it probably isnât even him. Heâs just weird, I guess.âÂ
You watched as he disappeared before standing up and finally finding yourself back at your dorm and in bed. Replaying Sunghoonâs story over and over, trying to piece it all together. It still didnât make sense. None of it did. Nevertheless, it didnât stop you from texting Jake, asking him to meet you at your dorm as soon as he could tomorrow, and him responding he had soccer practice but would be here right after.Â
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âYou should really keep your front door locked, YN, thereâs a killer out there.â Jake teased you as he made himself at home, dropping his duffle bag into a chair at your kitchen table, his eyes going to the corkboard, âMake any progress yet?âÂ
You stared down at the duffle bag quickly before looking up at him, then back to the board, âNo I havenât. I left my door unlocked on purpose. Knew youâd be coming here.âÂ
Jake smiled at you and stood beside you at the back of your couch, looking at the board, âWeâll catch him, donât worry honey.âÂ
You glanced at him slightly, your heart winced at the nickname heâd given you. You looked to his neck, seeing the scratch still healing but faded, being nothing more than a pink line.Â
Jake looked down at you, giving a smile, âCan I freshen up in your bathroom? I bet I donât smell the greatest from practice.âÂ
You scrunch your nose, âYes, please. You smell.âÂ
Jake just rolls his eyes playfully and slides his hand up and down your back quickly before leaving your side, âIâm stealing your deodorant.âÂ
You waited until you saw him turn the corner and heard the bathroom door close and lock before slowly walking to his duffle bag.Â
You didnât want to suspect Jake anymore than Sunghoon did. But his story last night didnât add up. No part of it did. Jakeâs actions didnât add up. Jakeâs story he gave you didnât match Sunghoonâs or the librarian's. None of the pieces were adding up no matter how much you tried to force the pieces together.Â
You looked down the hallway, then back at the bag, and slowly unzipped it, your hand flying to your mouth quickly to stop any noise from coming out. You took a couple of deep breaths and continued looking into the bag.Â
The police report you asked for along with the glove from the scene of the crime was in the bag in a ziplock bag. Along with the other matching glove and the ghost face mask and the black suit. You pulled the mask out of the bag with shaky hands. Why did Jake have these items? You knew. You knew why and still tried to find another explanation. But after seeing the contents of his bagâŚthe pieces of the puzzle fit. Everything clicked and made sense.Â
âDonât you know itâs rude to go through peopleâs things, honey?â before you could move, a knife was pressed to your neck and his other arm was wrapped around your waist, âI expected better from you than to snoop around.âÂ
Jakeâs hot breath was hitting your ear, sending chills down your spine. Any doubts you had were now out the window. Jake is ghost face. Jake is the killer.Â
âKeeping secrets is very rude too,â you retorted back, dropping the mask back into his bag, âBut I figured you already knew that I found out, hint why you leave your bag so easily for me to look through.âÂ
Jake chuckles, squeezing his arm around you and pressing the knife further against your skin, âCanât get anything past you, can I?âÂ
âWhy?â you asked, tilting your head at the movement of him brushing the side of his face to yours.Â
âWhy did I do it?â he nuzzled his nose on the shell of your ear, âYouâll need to be specific, honey.âÂ
You swallowed, âEverything.âÂ
Jake chuckles again, âBecause itâs fun.â It was such a simple yet spine-chilling answer, âYou think I played this fucking good boy persona because I actually wanted to? No, no. I had to play that persona. To hide my secret. This is all a game to me, YN.âÂ
âItâs why you joined our club,â you swallowed again, âTo make it harder for us to figure you out.âÂ
Jake shrugs, gently biting at the shell of your ear then rubbing his nose against it again, âI thought it would add to the fun, honestly. Yeah having an inside made it so much easier. It covered my tracks well. Until you started picking up on every. Fucking. Thing.â he hissed, tightening his grip, âYou made it harder to cover up my tracks. Picking apart every smallest thing with each murder. I was lucky you didnât suspect me, that was until you started poking your nose more into my business, you donât think I didnât know you tore the office apart looking for the police report before coming to my apartment? That you talked to Sunghoon even after I told you not to?âÂ
âYou have our phones and the office bugged,â this should surprise you, but it doesnât. It made sense.Â
He pressed his lips to your ear, âSmart girl. Think I wouldnât bug your phone? Or my best friends?âÂ
âJake, you were going to kill him, werenât you.âÂ
Another low chuckle, âYes,â your body stilled, feeling cold, âIt would have been a pity, really, to kill off my best friend all because he also stuck his nose where he shouldnât have.âÂ
You looked down at his bag, seeing the bag gloved, âYou went back to the library for the glove, you fucked up.âÂ
He growled in your ear, âShut up! That bitch fought me instead of taking it. I didnât even realize my glove was gone until after I murdered them both and fled the scene. Thatâs when Sunghoon showed up. I knew I had to go back and find where the fuck my glove went before someone else did. I didnât know he was following me until I went to go back and check the bodies after tearing apart the other side of the library and saw him standing there. I quietly set my bag in one of the reading rooms and locked the door, slipping my knife into the back of my jeans. Preparing myself to kill my best friend.â
âAll to keep your fucking secret,â you snapped at him, his hands on your body getting tighter.
âWatch it, honey,â he hissed, âYou do have a knife to your throat right now.âÂ
âShe fought you right? Probably knocked off your mask too. She saw your face, and you acted quickly and sliced her throat. Not before she left her own scratch on your neck.âÂ
Jake nodded, a wide smile on his face, âNothing gets past you. Youâd make a great detective someday, honey.âÂ
You needed to turn him in. Needed to get out of here and turn him in before he could kill anyone else. Fifteen. Heâs murdered fifteen people. Probably more before he took up the ghost face mantle.
Jake pressed his chest to your back, âYou know,â he whispers, âIâve dreamed about doing this with you, my knife to your throat,â he rocked his hips against your ass, âItâs so fucking hot.âÂ
It was now or never. You tilted your head to the side, taking the skin of his forearm between your teeth and biting hard.Â
âFuck!â he shouted, his hand flexing and dropping the knife to the floor and his grip on you loosening.Â
You pushed him back with your back and sent him falling to his ass. You barely made it two steps away from him before both of his hands were on your ankles, tripping you to the floor and pulling you towards him.Â
You kicked your legs but not getting out of his strong grip. Jake worked fast to flip you over onto your back, his hands now at your wrists and holding them up and above your hand, pinning them to the floor. He straddled you, locking his legs around yours to keep you from wiggling them.Â
âStop fighting me!â he growled, using all his weight to pin you to the floor.Â
You stopped, chest rising and falling as you stared up at his beautiful killing face.Â
He held your wrists down with one hand and reached for his knife with the other, chuckling as he once again held the knife to your throat, âYou look so pretty like this baby, all underneath me like this.âÂ
Jake was so turned on by this. Heâs only dreamed of having you pinned underneath him with his favorite weapon against your skin. Dreamed what youâd sound and look like. This passed his expectations. It went even further than that. His cock twitched in his pants seeing the look of anger all over your face.Â
âYou get horny every time you kill someone?â you spat out at him, the fire in your eyes burning.Â
Jake cocked his head, âYouâre not afraid of me?âÂ
âWhy would I be afraid of a horn dog who likes killing people?âÂ
Jake laughs, adjusting his legs from yours, using his knees to spread your legs apart, sliding himself between them, âBaby, youâre the only one Iâve ever got horny over. The others were just killings to kill. But you? You do something to me.âÂ
From the moment Jake first saw you on campus he wanted to be buried balls deep in your cunt. Wanted to fuck you so hard as he softly made cuts on your arms to watch you bleed as your moans of pain and pleasure filled his ear holes. Wanted to cum so deep within you and make you his.Â
He had more than just joined the club to hide his killings as his reason. He wanted to get closer to you, get to know you. Then kill you after he got his dick wet. But what he didnât expect was you figuring him out so soon. His plans got pushed up. He wanted you afraid of him as he killed you. He didnât expect you to look at him with fury, so unafraid.Â
Jake leaned down, being inches away from your face, the knife pressing harder against your neck, âYou get me so hard,â he rocked his hips between you, his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt. You tried to not whimper, to keep your firm face, but the effect he was having on you down south was obvious. He wasnât stupid, you knew that.Â
Youâd be lying if you said you havenât been crushing on Jake since he walked into the club for the first time. How couldnât you? He was perfect. Still was as he sat atop you with a knife to your neck.Â
You relaxed your body, âIf youâre going to kill me, then do it.âÂ
Jake smiled, âWant me to?â He released your hands from his grip and slid the knife from your neck and down to your shirt, his free hand looping his fingers at the collar, using the knife to cut a line, tearing the fabric and exposing your laced bra and skin. Jake tucked his lip between his teeth. Fuck you looked so much better than what you did in his dreams. So much better than he imagined. He slid the tip of the knife down your chest, rounding it around your breast and down your sternum, âWhere should I start?â He placed both hands at the sides of your head and bent down, lips brushing against yours, âTell me, baby.âÂ
You lifted your head, connecting your lips to his. Taking in the taste of his cherry chapstick and the softness of his lips. He rocked his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth, âStart by taking the rest of my clothes off.âÂ
He laughs against your lips and then pulls away, setting the knife down at your side to pull his famous white tee shirt off his body, âYeah?â you nodded, eyes darting to his bare chest and abs, âSo fucking dirty,â he cooed, âShould have known you were into killers.âÂ
You sat up on your elbows, ready to reach for the button of his jeans, but found the knife back in his hand and the tip pointing at your chest, âLay back down, baby, no need to be so impatient.âÂ
His free hand touched your shoulder and gently pressed you back to the floor. You kept your eyes on him as he unbuttoned his jeans, the knife still in hand as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare to you.Â
You watched as he took his length between his fingers, slowly pumping himself, him biting his lips. You were growing too impatient. Needing to feel him against you, in you, âJake,âÂ
âShhh, honey,â he whispers, dropping his hands to your shorts, âI know.âÂ
The cool metal of the knife brushed your skin as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. Goosebumps formed on your skin and making Jake chuckle, enjoying this more than heâd thought, âYou love the way my knife feels against you?â He tossed your clothing somewhere off into the void of the room, settling himself back between your legs, his tip prodding your entrance, âlove the way it feels to glide against your skin?â He sent the knife sliding up your tummy, his hips pushing his cock in your pussy, slowly stretching you.Â
Jake bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He hissed out in pure pleasure of finally being buried so deep inside you, the pleasure of how fucking good you felt wrapped around him, âfuck baby,â he smiles, sliding the knife to your waist, wanting to cut open your skin and see how pretty your blood would look pooling out, âfeel so good and Iâm not even moving.âÂ
You bucked your hips up against him, wanting to feel any kind of friction. Jake drops the knife to the floor, his hands pinning your arms above your head again, âI told you to stop being so impatient.âÂ
âJae, please,â you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, âI need you.âÂ
Hearing you beg for him had him gone and all he cared about now was fucking you. To make you feel so good until youâre cumming around his dick.Â
Jake started out slow, burying his face in your neck, âWhy arenât you afraid, hmm? I could kill you right now.âÂ
You leaned into him, squeezing your legs tighter on him to push him even further into you, âBecause I have secrets of my own.âÂ
Jake chuckled, bucking his hips harder and faster into yours, his lips pressing to yours. Tongue sliding down your throat and exploring your mouth. One hand leaving yours to cup your breast, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, âTell me your secrets.âÂ
âYou already seem to know them all, stalker,â you hissed, throwing your head back against the floor at him pinching your nipple harder in the same movement of him pushing his dick hard against your cervix, pressing so hard to break whatever barrier that was stopping him from completely filling you whole as his hip bones knocked against yours.Â
âTell me anyway,â he whispers between kisses, now sliding his mouth down to your ear, licking the shell of it, âI donât know what you havenât texted or physically talked about.âÂ
âI have feelings for you,â you felt insane saying it out loud. Felt crazy that you even admitted it to him. To the person who was fucking you into pure bliss. To a murderer, âIâm obsessed with you, Jake.âÂ
Jake bit down into your neck, both of his hands sliding underneath you to wrap at your shoulders, fucking his hips against you faster. His teeth sank into your skin tearing it slightly, a small sprinkle of blood escaping.Â
âFuckkkk,â he moans, tasting the brassy liquid on his tongue, âEven your blood tastes good.âÂ
He was fucking crazy. You knew he was. But everything about him drew you to him. Made you want him more.Â
And him hearing how obsessed you were with him made him even crazier about you.Â
âSuch a good girl,â he cooed, âLetting me fuck you like this, looking so pretty for me this way.â He bucked his hips faster, adjusting his legs on the floor to spread yours even wider, giving him more access to hit your weak spots and to hit them just right.Â
You pulled at his hair, âJake!â you moaned out his name, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, âIâm goingâŚfuckâŚIâm going to cum.âÂ
âPlease,â he groaned, âCum for me baby,â he sticks his tongue out, flattening it against the bite he left on your shoulder, licking up the new blood that pooled out, âfucking cum around my cock for me, honey.âÂ
A few more thrusts and you came around him. Tingles spread throughout your body at the feeling of your release. Jake moans at feeling the mess youâve made on his cock, him working his dick faster in your cunt to chase out the release he wants. The one heâs dreamed about having with you. His hand only did so much for him with his thoughts while back at his apartment. But now he was balls deep in your sweet pussy, having you right where he wanted you.Â
âGonna cum soon,â he panted, hands squeezing your shoulders, âfuck I want to cum in this cunt so bad.â
You pulled at his hair harder, the overstimulation hitting you hard, âJae, I canâtââ
âI know, baby,â he pressed his forehead against yours, his brows furrowing and eyes shut tightly, âGoing to fill this pussy to the brim, understand? This pussy is mine.âÂ
Jake pressed a kiss to your lips and lifted up, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest, pistoning into you faster but sloppy, âShit,â he hissed, âFixing to cumâfuckâIâm cumming, honey, Iâm cumââ one final thrust, and his white ropes spilled into you. He pressed his hips against you and held them there, making sure every last drop of his cum made it deep within, none to be wasted.Â
âFuck,â he cursed, slowly lifting himself back up and dropping your legs back to the floor, âSex with you was so much better than in my head. I only dreamt how good this pussy would feel. How good itâd feel to cum in you.âÂ
Jake was definitely more obsessed with you than you were with him. And he honestly didnât care how obvious it was.Â
âFuck I am in love with you.â he chuckles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs.Â
You tilted your head to the side, seeing the knife sitting there idle. Jake clocked where your eyes landed, but he wasnât fast enough as you quickly grabbed it, being the one who now held the knife to his throat, the fire in your eyes back.Â
Jake might have just came, but his dick twitched and hardened again between the walls of your fuck hole. His crazy smile is so wide and his eyes so lustful. Seeing you so ready to end him right here and now made him crazier. Made him crave you even more.Â
He wouldnât kill you now. No, no. How could he kill the love of his life? How could he slide that knife into your skin and cut you open? You were precious to him, more than what he thought before. Maybe the sex drew him in, but you werenât getting away from him that easily.Â
âAwe, babe,â he cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and slowly removing the knife from your hand, âThis is how this will go now,â he tossed the knife across the room and out of reach, pinning your arms back to the floor, slowly rocking his hips, âYou will keep your fucking mouth shut, got it? Close this ghost face case and if anyone asks you donât know anything about it. Give it up. All for me, okay baby?âÂ
You nodded, not being able to say no to those brown eyes. It was toxic, whatever relationship you just found yourself in. You became that girl in books and movies who fell for the killer. It surprises you at how fast you were willing to drop everything for him. To keep his secret.Â
He kisses you gently and fucked you on the floor until you both came again and again and again.Â
What did you get yourself into?
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âset me up with rinâ
you slammed your hands against the hard wood table. scaring the shit out of shidou and aiku
âjesus fuck!â shidou puts a hand on his chest
âfeisty. i like it!â aiku reacts, doing a little finger gun
âyou didnât say the magic wordâ sae murmurs, completely unbothered by your whole ruckus. you could say heâs used to it at this point
your eyes widened hearing saeâs response. did he finally agree to help you out?
âpretty pleaseâ you bat your eyelashes at your best friend, who wasnât even looking at you by the way. he was currently reading something off what seems to be the latest edition of a sports magazine
sae silently flips the magazine onto the next page before looking at you dead in the eye. you watch his mouth open, ready to hear a certain sentence youâve been wanting to hear for the past few weeks
âno.â he says flatly before turning his attention back to the magazine
both shidou and aiku break into boisterous laughter. only to be silenced by the librarian
âshh!â the librarian shushes. âone more ruckus from your table and iâm kicking the four of you out!â she whisper-yells, typing away on her computer
you dramatically slide into the seat next to sae, leaning on his shoulder as you reach over to tug his hand
âsae câmon! you know i like him! so do me a favor as your favorite friend and set me up with your cute little brotherâ you cried out, tugging on his hand again and again
sae clicks his tongue in annoyance and snatches his hand back
âthatâs exactly why i wonât set you up with himâ sae grimaces
âand that is?!â
âthat you like my little brotherâ sae says casually. closing the damned magazine and tossing it to shidou who was busy laughing at something on his phone with aiku
âthatâs barely a reasonâ you point out, âwould it kill you to help your friend that's desperate for a lover?" you add, dramatically falling limp onto his lap
sae pinches the bridge of his nose in sheer annoyance. he's heard of this dramatic monologue of yours for a hot minute. ever since he introduced you to his brother, you have not shut up about him since.
it was a mistake on sae's end. he shouldn't have brought you, along with shidou and aiku along for dinner back at his place but it was his mom who pestered him into bringing you guys over for dinner as his mother wanted to meet who sae's friends at college were
"i didn't know y/n-chan was into younger men" shidou quips, poking your nose as you glared daggers at his face
"rin is just like a year younger than sae, let alone me" you retort
"point still stands, y/n-chan" aiku chimes in a sing-song voice, "why do you like him anyway and not the hotter, better and wiser older brother here?" he continues
you dreamily sigh, still on sae's lap as you think about rin
"well first of all, he's a cutie. second, he gives me tsundere vibes but then again, his brother right here is the same kind so i'm pretty sure it runs in the family and... i guess that's about it" you list off the nice things you can say about rin from the top of your head, "no offense sae, i think you're hot and all but just not my type" you poke your tongue at your best friend who only flicks your forehead in retaliation
"that's it?" shidou asks, feeling a little anti climactic about the whole thing. to him it sounded like you had a good reasons on why you were crushing hard on the other itoshi
"oh! and the fact that he's 6'1" you clasp your hands together, "and also that he's trying so hard to be the star player at our local college team and i find it really cute" you gush
"he obviously doesn't have a choice but to try and beat his hotter and better older brother. right, rin?" sae nudges someone beside him.
wait a second, did he just call out to rin?
you quickly scramble off sae's lap, bumping your head against the table in the process
both aiku and shidou let out an "oof, that's gotta hurt" making you more embarrassed than you already are. you glared at them for a brief second before turning your head to the side to see rin looking all confused and to be honest, a little weirded out
"hey rin. what brings you here?" you sweetly wave at the younger itoshi in front of you.
from the corner of your eye, you can see sae rolling his eyes and mumbling "dumbass" under his breath. before you can smack sae, rin speaks up
"my brother" rin nods his head towards sae who only gives him a look of annoyance before motioning him to spit out whatever he came for
"coach says there's been a change of plans regarding the away games and wants to have a team meeting later at the field" rin reports all stoic
sae huffs, "you couldn't just texted me this information or?"
"you blocked my number, remember?" rin rolls his eyes, gripping on his sling bag.
you let out a little gasp and smacked sae on his shoulder upon hearing the news that your best friend has blocked his little brother's number.
"sae! why would you block your brother?!" you nag, wagging your finger in front of sae's face. sae swats your hand away before he attempts to grab rin for pushing him under the bus like that when you're around
"anyway, that's all. also, mom wants you home for dinner. bye guys, bye y/n" rin shyly waves at you before he trudges away out of the library, away from his brother's impending wrath
as rin disappears from sight, suddenly an idea pops into your mind. it's just a simple favor. the next time you see him, you'll ask rin for his help, and maybe, just maybe, it will lead to something more.
"that little runt.. he's gonna get it from me" sae hisses, pulling out his phone to probably unblock rin now that you know that he got his brother blocked. sae looks over at your face in case you were about to yell his ear off but instead he was greeted with a little smile on your face
oh no. he knows that devious smile of yours
"my dearest beloved sae.. put in a good word for me to rin, would ya?" you wink
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Strike Support Declining - Here's how you can continue to support the writers
Since the WGA strike started on May 2, the public has shown immense support for the writersâsending food, snacks, drinks, and encouragement from across the world all the way to Los Angeles, New York, and other picketing locations.
But loud and vocal strike supportâin the news and in public spacesâis notably declining the longer the strike goes on. So we're bringing you a few ways to show writers, studios, and fellow fans: we're still here, and we still stand with the WGA.
1. Post on Twitter (and other social media sites)
You might think social media noise won't be noticed by the studios, but it CAN encourage individual WGA membersâand slowly but surely put pressure on the studios to make a fair deal.
If you follow WGA members such as Adam Conover (Adam Ruins Everything), John Rogers (Leverage, Librarians), Gennifer Hutchison (Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul), Javier Grillo-Marxuach (Lost, The Witcher) [and many many more you can find through their following lists], tell them you support them! Hashtag #IStandWithTheWGA #DoTheWriteThing and tell them that you and your fandom are prepared to support them as long as the strike lasts; that they deserve to have their demands met and you're with them all the way. Boost morale however and whenever you can!
Likewise, actively push back against misinformation/disinformation. See a TikTok claiming that all Hollywood writers are filthy rich and we shouldn't vocally support them? Correct it with well-sourced citations from the WGA, published news articles, and stories from those affected (like the time a writer on FX's The Bear attended the an awards show with his bank account balance in the negative, only to then win an award for Best Comedy Seriesâproving that good writers on award-winning shows still cannot make a living!)
Remember you can always link to Adam Conover's excellent explanation of WGA demands versus studio refusals, tweeted here.
2. Donate or boost fundraisers
You might be surprised to learn that the picketing locations are not always parties! Sometimes themed pickets are fun, and fandoms and celebrities occasionally are able to fundraise for a food truck or ice cream truck at picketing locations. However, that is the EXCEPTION and not the norm. Writers are asking for food & drinks at many locations.
There are many funds to donate to, and it can be overwhelming to pick one! But one that could use your support RIGHT NOW is the CBS Radford picket line:
-If you're in LA, you can bring food and snacks directly to that picket line (or get food deliveries sent there, with instructions to be given to the strike captain on duty.) Strike locations are available on the WGA West website and are updated there.
-Or there's a pizza fund for the strike locations (unfortunately Venmo is a US-only donation option)
-If you're not in LA, donate to the Entertainment Community Fund to support TV and film workers affected by the strike.
-More tips on donating to the strike in this great article!
-Lots of fandoms are organizing donations on their own, for instance the Our Flag Means Death fundraiser on Paypal (updated 30 July 2023 with new link) (available internationally). Check to see if your fandom has started a fundraiser... or start one yourself to show your support! We're happy to give tips on organizing your fandom!
As always, please boost this post and any and all well-sourced information that comes from the WGA or its members. We're happy to fact-check anything you send our way too.
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DCxDP idea: Yeti Orders
Danny Fenton gets sent to Gotham by a worried FrostBite who thinks he's overworking himself. Danny will do no hero work for an entire year on his Yeti doctor's order to let his core heal from overuse.
He was even shipped through a portal to a similar universe with almost exact ectoplasm levels so that his usual foes would not bother him. The plan was to hide as a human in Gotham, letting his poor core get the much-needed rest.
Frostbite's contactsâwhoever they wereâmanaged to set up Danny's fake identity, complete with a home to call his own.
It was a somewhat run-down place, but it was isolated from the rest of the city due to some gas leak a few years back. It was safe to move into, but no one wanted to face the memories of the tragedy. Danny lives alone in the far corner of the city and loves it.
Danny is also told to try to avoid any high-stress-inducing work, so with that in mind, he finds himself applying for a job at the public library. He's a just age out of the system orphan who moved to the big city to try and make a new life for himself.
Every day, he skips onto the city bus, which stops just outside his street; he rides towards the center of Gotham, picks up a latte and some new pastry at the cafe near his work, and spends days filing away books. He gossips with his co-worker Barbara about his nonexistent love life and starts to feel normal for the first time since he was fourteen.
Danny giggles with Barbs about the most eligible bachelor under forty list two months into his medical retreat. He is swooning over Bruce Wayne- though Babs makes a face - when the door to the library is kicked open.
The two librarians gasp as a group of men wearing question marks march in a group of tightened people at gunpoint. Danny doesn't have time to react before two barrels point at him, and a man yells for them to join the group.
He is forced to kneel alongside random citizens unlucky enough to have been caught on the street. Babs is knocked off her chair to the ground. The man laughs as she tries to drag herself closer to the group, which causes Danny's core to flaar in rage.
Two hours go by, with everyone on their knees, surrounded by guards. They are hostages, but what for, Danny doesn't know. All that he can pray for is for everyone to stay calm until help comes.
Sadly, that doesn't seem to be the case when a baby wakes in his mother's arms and won't stop crying. The guards quickly lose patience with the panicking woman until they drag her away from the group and rip her child from her arms.
Danny can't stay by and watch anyone, not with the gun being pointed at a little one.
He ignores the ache his core thumps with as he prepares to change into Phantom and save everyone. Yes, Frostbite will be angry, which may set back all the healing he's done, but Danny doesn't think he has a choice.
"I'm going-"
A crash from overhead interrupts his battle cry as a figure drops down on the main guard. Danny watches, amazed, dumbfounded, as the person does some quick flips, kicks, and punches, dancing out of the way of bullets and taking down the kidnappers one right after the other.
They didn't even use powers. Just some form of martial arts. It was amazing.
Soon, the figure stands, surrounded by bodies, and really, this should be on a poster; it's such an excellent shot. The person, now that he's not a blur bouncing around the room kicking ass, looks like a man with a with a metal staff. He has a red and black costume, with a long black cape on his shoulders.
He walks over to the woman, handing her back the baby that he managed to save mid-punch. She clunches to her child, sobbing so hard she shakes and the man carefully offers her some comfort.
Danny might just be in love.
"Is everyone alright?" a new voice asks suddenly, right in the middle of the circle of hostages, causing Danny to release a scream. Seeing as everyone stops to turn to him, he is not proud of the fact. Danny glances at the newcomer who spoke, feeling his face heat up.
This one is mostly in blue, but his outfit is obviously made from the same material as the bo-staff man. He has an amused smile on his lips, which should be illegal.
"Don't mind, Danny," Babs says as someone helps her back into her chair. "He's not from Gotham. This is his first Bat encounter."
Everyone nods like that makes sense, no longer staring at him like he lost his mind. More and more Bats eventually show up, having defeated the Riddler- apparently a man who regularly kidnaps people to make riddles out of?- and everything gets sorted.
The Bats stay long enough for the police to show up and haul the goons to jail. Witness statements are taken. The medics treat anyone injured, and in all the chaos, the Bats vanish.
Babs closes the library early, sending Danny home with a relieved smile and the next two days off. At that time, he finds out everything he can about the Bats, and he is amazed that a whole clan of them is running around saving Gotham.
Danny quickly realizes that he doesn't need to be Phantom here. The city already has heroes keeping her safe.
Instead, he becomes the Bat Clan's number-one fan. Buying a laptop just to join fan forums, watch old footage of the Clans, and join the BatBurger loyalty program.
By the time the Libary reopens, Danny caved into the urge to write fanfiction. He uses Phantom as his username, figuring no one would ever know. He may enjoy his yeti orders a little more now.
Meanwhile, Babs is showing Tim the fanfiction about Red Robin falling in love with a civilian. She laughs at how much Tim gets into it because Danny really does have a talent for the written word.
"Has he written anything else?" Tim asks once he catches up with the latest chapter.
"He just posted a new story about Batman falling in love with Bruce Wayne," Babs says, watching the numbers on his views rise. "It's only five chapters so far, but apparently, the world-building is amazing."
"Phantom wrote that the Bats were a ghosts of some kind." Dick yells from where he is also reading the Red Robin fanfiction, "Frankly, I'm flattered by how hot he made Nightwing sound."
"You sure he's not a threat?" Tim asks, clicking open the new fic with barely concealed glee.
"No. Danny has a weak heart. Per his doctor's orders, he can't be in any stressful situation. He's just a sweet kid who became our fan after the save from Riddler." Babs says, "I highly doubt we'll see him near the cape scene."
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a marauders guide to siblings
Sirius Black x Potter!reader + moonwater + jily [1.4k words]
CW: fem!reader, reader is James' twin, siblings
James loved love. Like, if someone were to ask James what his favourite thing was, first he would say quidditch, then he would say pranking, then heâd probably say his beautiful girlfriend Lily, and then he would absolutely without a doubt say love.
Oh, and maybe also heâd say ABBA, but the order wasnât important, alright? The point was: James loved love.
So, once the rest of his mates found partners of their own (save Peter), he immediately began begging them for a triple date. But for as mischievous as his friends were, they were equally (if not painfully more) stubborn.
ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââşââ âď¸ ââşâââşââ âď¸ ââşââ
âPlease!?â
âI said no, James.â Remus sighed as he rubbed harshly at his eyes; and sure, perhaps cornering him in the hospital wing following a full moon when he had nowhere to run nor hide from Jamesâ pestering wasnât very couth of James, but in Jamesâ defence, he-
âPOTTER.â Regulus barked from the door to the hospital wing that he just burst through, completely ignoring the reproachful shushing from the matron. âI swear to Salazar if you do not step away from my boyfriend, I-â
Except James never got to hear what Regulus planned on doing if he did not step away from his boyfriend because James - a smart man - chose that moment to shout âpromise me youâll think about it, moons!â before fleeing from the room.Â
It had gone just about the same with Sirius.Â
âNo can do, Prongsie boy.â Sirius drawled without looking up from his study notes.
âAnd just why not?â James spat, obviously having had it up to here with his sodding no good best friends anyone could ever ask for.Â
Sirius hummed as he looked off into the distance like he was giving this question actual thought. âOh, right. Because I donât want to.â He deadpanned.
âWhy not.â
âJames.â Sirius hissed as he sat up straighter, eyeing the librarian who was eyeing the two infamous marauders right back. âI have no interest in sitting at a table with my brother as he makes googly eyes at my best friend, nor-â he paused as he held his hand up when James went to interject, âdo I want to sit at a table with my girlfriends brother as I make googly eyes at her.âÂ
âThen just donât make googly eyes at my sister.â James hissed back, earning him a scoff.
âHave you seen your sister? Thatâs impossible.â
âEugh.â
âSee.â Sirius accused, raising a knowing eyebrow at him. âIâm not doing it.âÂ
ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââşââ âď¸ ââşâââşââ âď¸ ââşââ
But if there was one thing James hated in equal measure as he loved love, it was quitting.
And in case that wasnât clear; James hated quitting.Â
âOh good, youâre all here.â You announced robotically as you approached Remus, Regulus, Lily, and Sirius at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
âYou alright, Potter?â Regulus questioned slowly, looking between Sirius and Remus concernedly as they both let out a groan.
âWhat now?â Sirius muttered as he pinched the space between his brows.
âIâm supposed to sayâŚâ you continued, pausing to pull a cue card from your pocket and reading directly from it. âAs you all know, the wonderful and momentous anniversary of James Fleamont Potterâs birth is approaching-â
You hardly spared a breath for the unimpressed snort from Remus at the fact that you and James shared a sodding birthday.
â-and his one wish - in place of any gifts - is for all of us to accompany him to one triple date at The Three Broomsticks on the next Hogsmeade weekend.â You finished, only looking up at the group when you finished reciting your script before pocketing it again.Â
âWhat exactly do you get out of this arrangement?â Lily asked as she leaned back in her chair.
âA triple date?â You answered in the form of a question.
âWhat do you really get out of this?â Remus asked with a laugh.
âJames promised me an unlimited amount of jelly slugs for the rest of the school year.â You offered bashfully.
âOh.â Sirius groaned theatrically before pulling you into his lap. âMy poor sweet girl, being coerced by means of sweets.â He cooed pathetically into your hair.Â
âDoes that mean youâll do it?!â James shrieked excitedly as he appeared out of bloody fucking no where.Â
âCirceâs fucking tits.â Regulus hissed as he clutched at his chest.Â
Sirius scoffed as he removed one arm from around your waist to gesture at his brother. âLook what youâve done now, James; youâve reduced my baby brother to swears and blasphemy. What do you have to say for yourself?â
âPlease?â James asked quietly; puppy dog eyes darting nervously between his best friends, his girlfriend, his best friendâs boyfriend, and his sister.
And finally, after months of begging and badgering and whining and pestering, James finally got his triple date.Â
ExceptâŚexcept something was bothering JamesâŚ
Which was weird, because it was perfect.Â
James got to see Regulus smile for quite possibly the first time ever when Remus offered him a bite of his meal from his own fork and then immediately stole a kiss when Regulus wasnât paying attention.Â
For as wound up and fidgety youâd been on the walk down to Hogsmeade, James watched any and all tension melt from your body the second Sirius pulled a chair out for you, situated himself in the spot next to it and threw his arm over you like thatâs where it was simply meant to be.Â
And the sound of Lilyâs bubbling laughter echoed somewhere deep in Jamesâ rib cage every time Sirius or Remus took the piss at Jamesâ expense.Â
âOh, James, youâd really like this.â You insisted then, interrupting James from his musings as you held your plate out for him to take a helping for his own plate.Â
âAwe, you guys are sweet.â Lily commented before she accepted a bite from James who had, indeed, really liked what you had ordered.Â
âRemus is already feeding you enough over there, donât even think about it.â Sirius called over to Regulus who was actually not thinking about it at all, thank you very much, earning him a glare from his brother.Â
And thatâs when it hit James.
âWait a second.â He commented, causing everyone to look at him warily. âSirius is dating my sister,â he started, ignoring Siriusâ groan and Remusâ quiet âhere we goâ, âand Remus is dating Siriusâ brotherâŚthen what about me?â
Regulus let out an inelegant snort as Lily scoffed in offence. âWhat do you mean âwhat about meâ!?â She shrilled.Â
âProngs, listen,â Sirius whispered conspiratorially, âI donât want to alarm you, but youâre very close to losing the girl you spent six long years trying to snag.â
But before James could blanche (or beg for Lilyâs forgiveness), Remus chuckled. âDonât worry, James. Iâll claim Lily as a sibling and then you can be dating my sister.â
âWhat the fuck?â Regulus muttered at the same time Lily murmured âyouâll what?â and James cheered âthatâs brilliant!â.Â
âWhy on earth would that matter?â Regulus asked, though the end of his sentence trailed off when you started shaking your head.Â
âItâs best not to question it, Reg.â You offered him knowingly.Â
âFine.â Lily muttered, nodding her chin over at Remus. âThen you have to share your chips.âÂ
In response, Remus lobbed one across the table, hitting her right in the forehead which started a petty sibling squabble right there in the middle of The Three Broomsticks.
âYes.â James whispered reverently. âThis is perfect.âÂ
âWere the jelly slugs worth it then?â Sirius murmured into your cheek as James cackled at the pettiness between the pseudo-siblings and Regulus threatened to bring them all back to the castle with no dessert if they didnât smarten up.Â
You smirked as you turned your face towards his, though he made no effort to create space for you which left the two of you basically nose to nose. âAt least I got something out of this.â
âI got something out of this.â Sirius said easily, continuing when you raised an eyebrow at him. âI got to spend an evening with my girl. Thatâs worth any nonsense.âÂ
You smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, reciprocating quickly when he greedily demanded more. âWell then, happy birthday to James Potter, I guess.â
Happy birthday to James, indeed.
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#sirius black#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius orion black#sirius black fic#sirius black blurb#Sirius Black imagine#sirius black ficlet#potter!reader#fem!reader#fluff#sirius black x fem!reader#background moonwater#background jily#ellecdc fics#siblings
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Here are 7 little facts about my donkey and how his summer is going :)
1. I received an anon the other day asking if Pirou was still a working donkey who carries my firewood for me, and the answer is yes. I've been cutting some branches from the big cherry tree that fell down the other day, and Pirlouit has been valiantly carrying them to the woodshedâfun fact, for this activity he likes to wear his ears like this:
Probably because this T position is reminiscent of Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, which is how Pirlouit perceives himself as he carries heavy logs for me. He's willing, but his martyrdom should be acknowledged.
Here's Poldine acknowledging it with a nose kiss, because Poldine.
I stopped so they could have their little chat.
2. Pirou has been chatting with a lot of new friends latelyâwe met these horses on a walk and he was so happy to stop and touch noses with them while making equid noises. Llamas are good with the nose-touching but their llama noises are just less interesting to Pirlouit. He had such interested ears here! "Finally a serious grown-up conversation"
We also met this goose during the same walk and Pirlouit was a lot less eager to go say hi to her. The goose was yelling threats at us and we prudently stayed away, and Pirou was clearly thinking "this bird is doing a better job at protecting her home from intruders than Pandolf ever could" (it's true, Pan assumes intruders are friends until proven otherwise)
3. You'll notice that there are houses in this pic! Our walks got longer and longer until one day we went all the way to the village (it took 1 hour 20min at Pirlouit's leisurely pace). I was so proud of him. I've been trying to convince my friends to go to the village on donkeyback (this requires two people, because you can ride Pirlouit but you can't tell him where to go unless there's someone holding his rope and leading the way)âmy friends were reluctant because they still sort of perceive Pirou as the feral animal terrified of everything that he was when I got him. They know he's made a lot of progress but going to town on donkeyback still seemed foolhardy.
So we've been riding Pirlouit in the woods, in familiar environments, and we also went to town with him but without riding him. He was amazingly calm and brave! There's a river that cuts the village in two and the first time we went, we stopped before the bridge, since it's pretty narrow and cars would have to drive very close to Pirlouit, we didn't want to risk it. We just went to say hi to the librarian who lives on the right side of the river, but since Pirlouit was very serene, we did cross the bridge the second time.
He did not care at all about cars driving very close to him (he had one familiar human on either side of him and the drivers were very considerate and went slowly), which emboldened us to stop for a drink on the terrace of the coffeeshop on main street (< also a narrow street with cars driving by quite close to Pirlouit). There was just no problem at all, Pirou let total strangers rub his forehead and was more interested in iced tea than main street traffic.
It was a hot day and we gave him all the ice cubes from our drinks and he chewed them enthusiastically.
4. We made a stop at the pharmacy on our way home because we had another 1 hour 20min walk ahead and I had a blister, and the pharmacist noticed my donkey parked outside his shop and in a determined tone he said, "I want to try something." He took one of the donkey milk soaps from the overpriced-Provence-soaps-for-tourists display and opened the door and offered it for Pirlouit to sniff.
... I'm not sure what he was expectingâfor my donkey to go "ohhh this smells like Mother's milk and aloe vera đĽş"âbut unfortunately nothing happened.
(4. bisâSorry, this 4th fact was anticlimactic.)
5. Pirlouit is now the proud owner of a surcingle. Not for equestrian vaulting and not for his log-carrying job because I don't know if it would be solid enough for the weight of a bag full of logs, but I'd like to tie bags or baskets to it to take Pirlouit grocery shopping, now that I know he's okay with going to town :) He even seems to enjoy the adventure, and the attention he gets from children.
And actually I shouldn't write off equestrian vaulting because Pirou is also remarkably chill with weird things happening on his back. I used to be very careful to climb on his back in a quick & fluid way so he wouldn't spook (because he used to! a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil used to spook him!) but now that my friends are riding him I can confirm we've reached a point where you can climb on Pirlouit's back in any way you want and he'll just be like "...... sure"
6. I almost forgot to mention that Pirou turned 15 last month, according to his ID papers :) Donkeys have a longer life expectancy than horses, they can live 30-40 years on average so he's still a young lad really. Happy 15th birthday Pirlouit :)
7. I wanted to conclude with a nice aesthetic pic of Pirou's shadow on the road during all those walks, like I did with Poldine, but unfortunately donkey shadows do not have the chic je-ne-sais-quoi of llama shadows. Pirlouit looks like a hammerhead shark wearing a tiny fez and that's not his fault.
#crawling along#i am so proud of him!#4 years ago i couldn't even touch him let alone halter him let alone... any of this#he's a great donkey. very curious and interested in the world around him especially iced tea bottles
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how about Octavinelle students with a half shark!reader headcanons who is just intimidating but nice towards them , looks like they have insane bloodlust but they're really nice , they don't talk to anyone but them cuz they're scared of accidentally hurt them (cuz when they accidentally feel someone else's blood they're mouth breaks into massive fangs)
If thus is too hard , ignore it , goodluck on your studies
Octavinelle with a Shark! Reader (HCs)
hi, i loved the ask its so cute <3
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul first meets you with his usual shark-like grinâuntil he sees the sheer predator energy radiating off you. He freezes mid-sentence, giving you the most awkward, watery smile. The only thing running through his mind is "I might have miscalculated."
But then you flash him the smallest, softest smile. The disconnect between your terrifying aura and kindness breaks him completely. He's staring, struggling between his business instincts and his desire not to get eaten.
âYouâre quite⌠unique,â he says, trying not to sound nervous. âThanks. You, too.â Azul.exe has crashed.
He soon realizes youâre not out to maul him, which makes him infinitely curious. He tries to study you, politely of courseâlike heâs about to offer a very lucrative loan agreement.
When he notices you only speak to him and the Tweels, he secretly feels way too smug about it. If anyone else tries to talk to you, you just give them this blank, shark-eyed stare until they flee in terror.
Azul loves it. He may be business-minded, but your intimidating presence is great for his stress levels. No more annoyances!
However, the day you accidentally get blood on your hands while eating, you smileâfull shark fangs, gleaming and sharpâand he almost faints. He looks at your monstrous grin and says, voice cracking, âI-Itâs⌠uh⌠a lovely smile, truly...â
Youâre so worried about scaring him off, but Azul low-key thinks itâs kind of awesome. You become his VIP intimidation serviceâthough he swears he only uses your friendship âfor mutual benefit.â (Sure, Azul.)
Jade Leech
The first time Jade meets you, he knows something is off. Your posture is way too relaxed for someone exuding that much bloodlust. It intrigues him immediately. You smell like danger, but you talk like a librarian.
Jade is completely unbothered by your scary vibes. In fact, he leans in closer whenever you give off that silent, intimidating energy, like heâs trying to encourage it.
âYouâre quite the curious one, arenât you?â he says, tilting his head with a sly smile. You just blink, utterly confused by his calmness.
When he realizes you only talk to him, Floyd, and Azul, his interest skyrockets. Itâs not every day someone ignores the rest of NRC while picking him as their favorite conversation partner. He takes it as a compliment, in his strange Jade way.
One day, you accidentally get a whiff of someoneâs blood. Youâre trying so hard to hold back, but your mouth stretches into a horrifying grinârows of massive, sharp fangs on full display. Jade just stares in pure, gleeful fascination.
âIncredible,â he murmurs. âI didnât know you were capable of such expressions. Show me again sometime.â
You panic. âJade, I donât think thatâs a good ideaâŚâ
âHmm. I disagree.â
He is not even remotely afraid of you. In fact, he makes it worse by offering you little challengesâlike opening oysters with your teeth or biting things just to see your fangs pop out. He probably offers his hand as a joke to see what youâll do.
âWould you like to try it?â he says, stretching out a finger. You choke on air. âJade, Iâm not biting you.â
He just smiles, not withdrawing his hand. âHow tragic.â
Floyd Leech
Floyd immediately latches onto you the moment you meet.
âWhoa! Youâre like a shark! A big scary one!â he says with a grin, not remotely intimidated. In fact, he gets right in your personal space, poking at your cheek like heâs sizing you up for a fight.
When you donât react aggressively, just awkwardly shuffle back, he finds it hilarious. Youâre big, you look like you could eat people whole, but youâre nervous around others? It makes you even more interesting to him.
Floyd becomes obsessed with you. Heâs glued to your side, acting like youâre his personal shark pet. He drapes himself all over you, throws an arm around your shoulders, and teases you relentlessly.
âCâmon, show me the teeth! I know youâve got those big chompers in there.â
One day, you accidentally taste blood after someone near you scrapes their hand. Your fangs break out in full force, and youâre grinning like a nightmare creature. Floyd stares for a beatâand then bursts into laughter.
âThere it is! Ahahaha! I knew you had those! Do it again!â he yells
âI-I canât just do it, Floydââ
âWhy not? Câmon, chomp! Chomp!!â
Heâs utterly unhinged about it. Floyd starts trying to coax out your fangs like a maniac, probably waving his hand around, daring you to bite him just to see if he can provoke you.
âBite me, bite me, bite me!â âFloyd, no!â âFloyd, yes!!â
Despite his chaos, heâs weirdly protective of you. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, he switches moods instantlyâgrinning one second, deathly serious the next.
âHey. Donât bother my sharkie, or Iâll bite you.â
In the end, Floyd loves every part of you, terrifying fangs and all. If anything, he thinks youâre the coolest friend ever, and he never misses an opportunity to drag you into troubleâbecause, hey, whatâs better than two scary creatures teaming up to terrorize people?
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#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#azul x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#azul#azul ashengrotto#jade leech x reader#jade x reader#jade leech#jade#floyd leech x reader#floyd x reader#floyd#floyd leech#Octavinelle x reader
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Genshin men x perversion
nsfw || fem!coded + innocent!reader || 1k wc
Pervert!Baizhu who makes you strip naked whenever you come in for a checkup because itâs âprocedureâ and prodding at your body until he hears a pretty little moan fall from your mouth, telling you itâs normal to make those sounds as he âaccidentallyâ ends up making you cum.Â
Pervert!Baizhu who offers to give you a lesson in anatomy, letting you fist his cock and trace your tongue along it. He tells you to open your mouth so he can cum all over your tongue, making sure you swallow afterwards because âitâs healthyâ.Â
Pervert!Baizhu who spreads you out on the examination table, tongue lapping up all your slick because he âhas to make sure it tastes rightâ, getting lost in what heâs doing and ends up having his tongue shoved all the way inside you as he makes you ride his face.Â
Pervert!Baizhu who prescribes you a special little toy in the shape of his cock, one he made especially for you, when you tell him your boyfriend left you because you couldnât cum. He assures you itâs not your fault and tells you to come back once your body is used to the size of your toy so he can use his real cock to show you just how many times you can cum.Â
Pervert!Roommate!Kaveh who always presses up against your back in the mornings while youâre making breakfast, subtly rocking his morning wood against your ass until itâs time to eat.Â
Pervert!Roommate!Kaveh whoâs always insisting on having âsleepoversâ even though you live in the same house, just so he can use your bare thighs to get off once you fall asleep.Â
Pervert!Roommate!Kaveh who forgets to do the laundry on purpose, just so he can watch you roam around in practically nothing, only going to wash the clothes when he has to jerk off with your dirty underwear cause you got him so hard just from how pretty you are.Â
Pervert!Roommate!Kaveh who watches you touch yourself through the crack in your door, listening to your cute sounds and your frustrated cries because your fingers arenât the right size to hit that one spot thatâll make you see stars.Â
Pervert!Roommate!Kaveh who sneaks inside the room and replaces your hand with his mouth, making you moan loud enough so your other roommate can hear his name falling from your lips, but he tells you that youâre only to come to him for help.Â
Pervert!Dragon!Zhongli whoâs thrilled to have another dragon hybrid around, so thrilled in fact, that he makes sure to corner you every now and then, rubbing and grinding himself against your body until he stops just before he cums because he simply wonât allow you to not smell like him, especially around other hybrids and tells you it's because heâs keeping you safe.
Pervert!Dragon!Zhongli who waves off your concerns when he shoves his hand down the front of your bottoms to get rid of the achy heat thatâs bothering you, saying itâs what friends do, but only really really close friends, so you can't let anyone else touch you like this.
Pervert!Dragon!Zhongli who comes up behind you and dry humps your ass once his rut begins, bending you over and telling you to stay still, that itâs okay because itâs just like whenever he scents you, except this time he doesnât stop when heâs close to cumming- instead heâs yanking down your clothes and shoving himself in all the way to the hilt and practically roaring when the instinct to breed you is fulfilled.
Pervert!Kaeya who is absolutely delighted to meet Lisaâs little librarian assistant, going as far as kissing up the length of your arm and up your neck until he can place a sweet little kiss on the corner of your mouth.Â
Pervert!Kaeya who suddenly has an interest in books, visiting the library up to three times a day, just to get a peek of your panties as you bend over or stretch to place books on the shelves.Â
Pervert!Kaeya who whistles when he catches you reading a lewd scene from a book and settles you in his lap facing him, telling you to read it out loud as he slyly grinds you down on his thigh.Â
Pervert!Kaeya who insists you have lunch with him everyday just so he can bury his face between your thighs, telling you itâs not unprofessional if youâre still fully clothed.Â
Pervert!Kaeya whoâs not letting you get a glimpse of his cock until you admit you want him and tell him exactly what you want to do with his cock, and only then will he teach you how to please him, and only when you make him cum with just your hands and mouth will he finally fuck you.Â
Pervert!Master!Diluc who changes your written measurements to ensure that your skirt is made a little too short and your top a little too low cut, but itâs okay because no one ever comes to the winery anyway.Â
Pervert!Master!Diluc who assigns you as his personal maid so he can watch you bend over his bed when youâre making it or feel you touch him when you wake him up in the mornings or- his favorite- âhelpâ him bathe when he comes back home even the slightest bit bruised.Â
Pervert!Master!Diluc whoâs always asking you to sit in his lap while he works at his desk, insisting it helps him concentrate better, and assuring you that, no, you arenât hurting him when he begins letting out groans, just keep reading him the documents and donât pay any attention to the way his hips are moving. Pervert!Master!Diluc whoâs starting to run a little thin on excuses to have you touch him and is pleasantly surprised when you just grab at the bulge in his pants as heâs trying to stutter out one of said excuses. The sweet way you ask him if it hurts makes his head spin and heâs not sorry in the slightest when he has you jerking him off when heâs supposed to already be at Angelâs Share.
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meet cute with⌠- jeon wonwoo
genre: fluff, meet-cute | wc: 580 | wonwoo x reader a/n: i read 'the seventh day' by yu hua, which was recommended by wonwoo! (no mention of a specific book here besides the genre)
"i'm sorry dear," the librarian whispers, "the only version of this copy was signed out an hour ago."
you nod, glancing at her apologetic features. the woman removes her glasses and lets them hang by the chain attached to the temples.
"no worries at all, miss," you reassure her, turning away to find something else to read, "thank you."
she smiles kindly as you disappear between the shelves, tracing your finger on each book. it feels almost daunting, lurking from aisle to aisle, waiting for somethingâor anything to catch your eye.
as you approach the end of the fiction novels, you figure it might as well be the end of your search. with a sigh, you continue your path, only skipping past the shelves and towards the exit.
just as you reach to pull the doors, somethingâor rather, someoneâcatches your attention. he's standing at one of the small checkout desks by the window, engrossed in a book. his dark hair falls slightly over his forehead, and his glasses sit at the tip of his nose.
"oh, would you look at this," you hear the librarian say to the young man who's stepped up to the counter, "this book is quite a pick, wouldn't you say?"
you watch him raise a brow at the woman, the manâwho you now realize is holding the exact book you were searching for.
"really?" he asks, looking down at the book in his hands. âitâs a popular one, i suppose.â
her eyes crinkle as she hums, averting her gaze to the computer. a smile spreads on her face when she spots your figure above the screen. "in fact, that's them right there."
you feel your face flush as he follows her gesture, his eyes meeting yours. like a deer caught in headlights, you stand there awkwardly, having no idea what to initiate. should you leave orâ
he hesitates for a moment before mumbling something to the woman. after you hear another beep, he walks over to you, the book still in his hand.
âhey,â he says, raising his hand to display the book. âi just heard you were looking for this.â
your eyes widen, slightly embarrassed. ây-yeah, i was, but itâs okay. you got to it first.â
he shakes his head, offering the book to you with a soft glint in his eyes. âitâs no problem. i insist you take it. iâve read it a couple of times already.â
you stare at the book, then back at him. âyou sure? i donât want to take it if you were going to sign it out today.â
âiâm sure,â he says, his grin widening a little. âbooks are better when shared, donât you think?â
his words make you chuckle, and you reach out to take the book, your fingers brushing his as you do. âthank you, thatâs really kind of you.â
âitâs no problem,â he repeats, his gaze softening as he watches you. his hand reaches for your empty one, âwonwoo.â
you gladly accept his, taking note of how gentle he feels, ây/n,â you reply, feeling your heart skip a beat.
"you think we could maybe...uh, talk about the book some time?" he asks, putting his hand behind his head.
you're quick to agree, the thought of seeing him again making you visibly giddy. âiâd like that.â
âgreat,â he says, his eyes twinkling with a quiet excitement. âi'll see you around?â
you clutch the book close to your chest, smiling like an idiot. âsee you around.â
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