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Interlude: Venice

(IU X Male Reader )

Lee Jieun puts a strand of hair behind her ear, before smiling at the camera. The photoshoot is turning out really well. She got more than enough gorgeous pictures taken and only half of the day has gone by so far.

She is already excited about the second half of the day. You had to promise her that you would spend your time with her throughout the next three days. More than enough time so satisfy every single one of her needs.

"Alright."

IU smiles as the photographer stops taking pictures.

"We are finished with the first part. The second one will start in ten minutes. Miss Lee, we are going for a couple shoot this time."

The Korean woman politely bows her head, before heading towards her dressing room.

As she opens the door, she stops in her tracks.

"W-What are you doing here?"

You look up from your phone, seeing a stunned IU.

"I'm your partner for your shoot."

"But-"

You get off the sofa.

"You don't think I'm handsome enough?"

"Y-You are, but-"

Jieun seems afraid that someone could find out. The relationship between the two of you needs to be a secret.

"I just didn't expect you to be here."

"Why not? I promised to fuck you, didn't I?"

Jieun glances behind her making sure the door really is closed.

"But not here!"

She whispers a shout, visibly scared that someone could find out.

"Relax. We have 10 more minutes, don't we?"

You sneak your hands around IU's waist.

That black dress highlights her slim figure. Her blonde hair makes her look even better than her natural colour.

"What do you want me to do? And where do you want it?"

You feel the older woman shiver slightly with excitement. The thrill of possibly getting caught arouses her even more now.

"Your mouth."

She kisses your cheekbone.

"C-Can you please eat me out?"

You see her blush. Now that she is actually asking you for something, she becomes a little shy.

"You want me to bury my face in your pussy?"

IU's mouth escapes a needy whine as you plant an image in her head.

You take that as a yes. Your hands on her waist turn her around, before bending her over the make up table on your right. The mirror on the wall is decorated by a couple of lights.

Kneeling behind her, you admire how fine IU's body looks in that tight dress. Especially her butt, since it's right in front of you now.

You start to slowly rise the hem of her one-piece. More and more smooth skin gets revealed, the further you hike it up. Finally bunching it up around her waist, you expose IU's matching panties.

The black fabric is the only thing that now seperates you from your delicious meal.

Aware that you have limited time, you quickly pull down her underwear. Enjoying the feeling of her skin, you give each of the blonde's butt cheeks a kiss.

Jieun let's out a delighted moan. She is excited for the next three days. And it seems like they are starting out really well.

As promised, you bury your face deep in IU's pussy. You take in her scent and the slight sweetness of her juices as you hear her moan. Parting her lower lips with your tongue, you enter her hot cavern.

"Mmmm."

IU let's out another satisfied moan.

You feel her hand reaching for your head, trying to push you further into her, while she backs up a little. Your own rest on her hips as you eat her out.

Jieun's wide eyes stare into the mirror as she feels your tongue, burying itself deep inside her pussy. She can't believe how horny she is, when she sees you. She just needs some sort of pleasurable outlet, whenever you are close to her. Maybe that's because of that night in Paris.

She still doesn't know who the other woman was. It makes her feel really weird. Especially when she meets other idols during award shows, music shows, or other events. A shiver runs down her spine. The person, who buried their strap on inside the most intimate part of her body, might be someone she interacts with on a daily basis.

For a moment she thought that her best friend, Yoo Inna, could've been that person. But she quickly got rid of that suspicion. The woman's voice sounded different.

IU moans into the mirror as you feast on her delicious pussy.

The fact that it could be someone she knows, someone younger than her, someone who knows what a slut she is, turns her on even more.

You use that to your advantage, knowing that you don't have much time.

Jieun's legs quiver harder with every passing second. Your fingers dig into her flesh, pulling her plump cheeks apart to give you better access to her hot core.

"Oh fuck!"

With a loud and deep moan, Jieun let's her head sink onto the table. Juices start to run down her thighs in small streams as she orgasms inside her dressing room.

"Took you long enough."

You tease her as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Please put an arm around her."

You do what the photographer tells you to do. Your hand finds its place on IU's waist. The soft black fabric reminds both of you, what you just did mere minutes ago.

"Turn to the side and place a hand on his chest."

Jieun follows the man's orders, placing her hand on your white shirt, right about your heart. You didn't move yours, which means your hand is now resting on her back. Only inches away from her ass.

Being the professional she is, Jieun grabs your tie, while looking up at you.

"Very nice!"

The photographer keeps taking pictures.

"You like this one?"

You whisper out of the corner of your mouth.

"You like being blindfolded, do you?"

While looking at the camera, you can't see IU's reaction. But you can hear how her breath hitches. She knows fully well what you are talking about.

"Who was it?"

A question she asked before. A question you are not going to answer.

The photographer stops Jieun from asking again, making the two of you do a more mature concept.

IU stands now directly in front of you, leaning her head to the side. You reach around her waist, holding her tight. For the photo, you are only supposed to pretend to kiss her. But when you burry your face into her neck, you can't help yourself.

Jieun's mouth opens a little in surprise and enjoyment. Everyone thinks she is just doing this for the photo. But you know better. Your lips move across her smooth skin.

Only the sound of IU's moans echo through the room. The tie you wore earlier is covering her eyes. It takes her back to the night in Paris, turning her on even more.

"Oh fuck!"

Jieun moans loudly as you take her from behind.

The sun is slowly starting to rise over the roofs of the beautiful houses around your hotel. Which means you were fucking her the whole night. Only taking a break to recover your stamina and eat.

But now, 12 hours after the photoshoot, Jieun is bend over the edge of the bed. Her knees are placed on the carpet in front of it, while you kneel behind her.

She looks smaller than usual in this position. You hold her by her wrists with one hand, while the other presses her shoulder into the mattress.

The blue dress she wore at the end of the shoot is probably still lying in the shower. Wet from the shower the two of you took around midnight. It's probably lying there since you came into your room though. You remember throwing it somewhere, after ripping it off her small body.

Jieun kept her boots on at first, partially because you threw her onto the bed, before she was able to take them off. They are now lying near the windowsill. You took them off her feet as you fucked her back against the glass. There wasn't much space there.

Her underwear must be lying around somewhere too.

"Oh my good! You are bruising my pussy!"

You probably do. You haven't gone longer than ten minutes without you fucking Jieun in the last 12 hours.

That thought reminds you of where the rest of her clothes are. Her bra is dangling from the chandelier in the middle of the room. Don't even ask how it got up there, you don't even remember. It's blue, matching her dress and her panties. Her panties...

"I'm! Fucking! Cuming! So! Hard!"

As IU orgasms violently, her pussy squeezing your cock, you do your best to hold on. You are almost at the edge yourself.

"Oh my god! I'm such a mess."

You hear her mumble into the mattress, probably to herself.

Now you remember where her panties are. Or rather with whom.

During dinner time, most of the guests in the hotel visit the restaurant next to the lobby. At that time, the hotel stuff goes through the rooms and cleans, preparing them for the night.

They usually only come in, when no one answers to their knocking and if they don't hear noises behind the door.

That's why the two of you got caught by a very surprised hotel maid.

IU's panties in her mouth, muffling her screams, while you fucked her into the leather couch. The two of you were too lost in the act itself to hear the door.

It didn't take much work to convince the beautiful Italian woman to join. The brunette was more than willing to share with IU, when you eventually came on both of their faces.

She stayed for an hour or so, leaving with a souvenir. You don't know her name, but maybe she will be back today. It's not like the two of you are going anywhere.

"Damn you whore. How are you still so fucking tight?"

Jieun weakly laughs into the sheets as you keep fucking her from behind.

"A-Are you close?"

The longer you fuck her, the longer it takes for you to cum. Your body just doesn't seem to be able to keep up with you.

"Soon."

You groan, thinking about a position, where you can drive yourself faster to another orgasm.

"Do you want my ass? It's tighter, you know."

Jieun gladly tries to help you to decide. She knows how hard it is for you to cum consistently every hour almost.

"Where is the lube?"

You search the room, IU is unable to do so.

You try to remember the last time you used it. Your thrusts slow down as you try to think about it.

A couple of moments later, you start to fuck Jieun's ass, right where you found the small bottle of lube.

"You're stretching me out really good."

She moans against the white tiles of the shower as you plow her from behind.

The water is turned off this time. IU's hair is wet. Not because of the shower a couple of hours ago, but a lot of sweat and some of your cum. It sticks to her neck and shoulders.

"Why can't we spend every night like this one?"

She weakly moans, trying to sneakily convince you to do just that.

"Not a chance, Jieun."

"Please?"

Her cute whine makes you press her cheek against the cold tile, her ass slightly tightening around you as a result.

"I still have a girlfriend to satisfy. And work."

Another pitiful mewl escapes her mouth.

Your thrusts become harder and faster, knowing how much the older woman needs you. The last couple of hours proved, how much Jieun has started to become addicted to the feeling of your cock inside of her.

"I never want this trip to end."

She sighs in disappointment as you keep fucking her ass.

"I'm getting close."

You see her smile, her eyes still covered by your tie.

"Please cum in me. The last time you left a load there feels like ages ago."

"Beg for it, slut."

Her begging is necessary for you to reach the edge at this point.

"Please, cum in my ass."

You slightly pick up the pace. There is not much juice left in your body. In more than one sense.

"Use my hole like a cum dump."

"That's the only thing it's good for."

"You're right, daddy. Use my body properly."

With both hands holding onto her ass cheeks, you thrust deeper into IU.

"You ruined me for anyone else, daddy."

Red marks, produced by your grip, mark her cheeks. They ripple, whenever you thrust into her from behind.

"This body is yours now. Only you can make me cum."

"That's a good girl."

You kiss her neck as you feel yourself closing in on that edge of the cliff. You enjoy how much control you have over her. A woman who is older than you. A woman who is a globally known singer and actress. Offering her body to you and begging you to cum in her.

"Yes, daddy. I'm a good girl. Please."

Your last couple of thrusts are slow but hard. You hit Jieun's cervix with every snap of your hips, making her jolt forward. The tight ring of her muscles squeezes you hard, begging you to fill her body with your cum.

"Damn, Jieun."

You groan her name as you finally cum.

It's honestly not much. It's a small load compared to the one you gave her right after the photoshoot. But your body is drained of all it's fluits. You don't have much more to offer. IU's body has soaked up every last drop of your cum. You wonder how much you came inside of her. Probably a week's worth of cum.

You have to hold onto the glass wall as you watch Jieun slowly glide down along the tiles. When she reaches the floor, she looks up at you with big eyes. Her blonde hair partially covers her face.

"I think I need a longer brake this time."

You can see how much she is trying to hide her disappointment. Although, she is visibly tired as well.

The lock on your hotel room door beeps, letting you know that someone is coming in, using the second key card.

"Mr. (Y/n)?"

High heels click on the marble floor in the small hallway at the entrance.

Her Italian accent seems to always try to seduce you.

You know that voice. You heard it last night, when she sucked you off, asking you to fuck her on the balcony.

"Looks like your new best friend is hear."

You're kinda glad. The two of them can take care of each other for a while and you can recharge.

Once the young maid stands in the door, your tired body starts to react. The break is gonna be as short as possible.

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Hope you guys enjoy this.

I'm going to sort some of my smaller stories and make posts, where you can find all the chapters, so don't be surprised if I post something with a title you've already seen.

Stay healthy!

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #lee jieun #iu soloist

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haikyu-mp4 · 4 months

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My friend, the smiley

word count; 914 – gn!reader, @makkir0ll had this idea for a manager!reader n it was too good

“That’s great, Kageyama!” the photographer yelled out, and you clutched your clipboard to your chest with a proud smile. Kageyama had been hired for a skincare commercial, and you were the lucky manager tasked with joining him to make sure everything ran smoothly.

They had him wearing a pastel-coloured cotton shirt, which brightened his complexion considerably as he stared casually at the camera or wherever he was instructed to look. The photographer eventually put the camera down to look over this batch of photos, and a stylist waved Kageyama over for an outfit change. This time it was a white t-shirt that stopped at a very flattering point for his bicep. You tried not to eye him too much as he just changed tops right there in the middle of the room, so used to changing volleyball uniform in front of whoever stood close by anyway.

Then he walked up to you, and you quickly smoothed out any wrinkles until you realised you were also stroking a bit too obviously over his muscles, so you quickly pulled your hand back. “Sounds like you’re doing great,” you encouraged him, holding up his water bottle.

He thanked you and took a sip before answering. “I guess I’m great at looking places,” he said, and despite the lack of hint in his voice, you knew him well enough to understand that it was a joke and chuckled under your breath in response.

“I suppose being ranked one of the most handsome volleyball players from Japan means something,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows, which made him blush slightly and look away from you.

“Let’s get a round of smiling photos!” the director announced, and Kageyama’s gaze snapped back to you, both of you staring at the other with wide eyes.

“I’m not great at that!” he whisper-yelled just as the stylist came over to pull him back to the shoot and fix his hair. Kageyama glanced at you nervously over his shoulder before eventually settling on the little wooden chair in front of the pastel pink sheet.

“You can do this,” you mouthed and signed with two thumbs up. He seemed to gulp before looking at the camera, and a certain wave of dread fell over you at the smile he came up with. Not great.

The director made a weird sound, obviously hesitant and trying to be polite. “Maybe a… more relaxed… smile?” she suggested.

Kageyama nodded sharply and sighed, before going right back to that same smile, except it was a bit more crooked as he tried to relax at the same time. You put a hand to your forehead, shaking your head for a moment before walking up behind the photographer. The director didn’t seem pleased to have you there, so you bowed politely and cleared your throat.

“May I talk to him for a second?” you asked. When she nodded you spared no time in walking over to your player, standing close enough that the others in the room might not hear.

“Is it that bad?” he asked, and you almost melted from those blue eyes. He looked so innocent sometimes.

“No! Just… you know how it was with the Olympic posters,” you said first, waiting for him to hum in confirmation. “Why don’t you think of something that usually makes you smile? Like playing with Hinata?” you suggested, and he so desperately wanted to give you good results that he just agreed to that right away.

“I can try that,” he told you. You walked back to your place and watched with hopeful eyes as Kageyama seemed to be thinking of something. Then a small smile fell on his lips that slowly grew wider, and suddenly he was looking at the camera with sharp eyes and a devilish grin. You pursed your lips, thinking not quite like that, Tobio.

Before you got to say anything, the photographer made a comment of “no teeth,” so Kageyama listened and only closed his lips without adjusting anything else. That made his cheeks look laughably strained.

Even though the non-smiling pictures came out great and not being able to smile like they wanted was in no way breaking the contract, you wanted him to build a good reputation for commercials.

If only you could think of a good way to make him smile normally. You’d seen it before, the way he smiled when Ushijima really slammed the ball and thanked him for a perfect set, or the way he smiled when you two had time to talk about your lives outside of work.

You hurriedly whispered his name, making some stylists who stood around chuckle at you, but when you finally caught his eye, you could see his shoulders visibly relax. With an uncertain smile, you started doing the little dance you had told him you learned in an amateur class last week. He had asked you to show him some time, to which you had run away with flushed cheeks and a poor excuse of going back to work.

He had no clue what you were doing, but looking at you make such a fool of yourself for him while he clearly heard someone laugh at you, made him smile so genuinely, and the camera was suddenly clicking consecutively. The director closed her eyes for a moment, praying some of the pictures came out good and telling Kageyama to at least remember to hold up the product.

A lovesick puppy smile also sells products, I suppose.

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#haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq #fanfiction #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyu fluff #kageyama x you #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama #haikyuu kageyama #tobio kageyama

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kaivenom · 6 months

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Not you again

Summary: you are a hunter and went to solve a case on your own. Everything points that a shapeshifter it's in town, but after earing a familiar and obnoxious voice behind you, it's obvious that you aren't the only hunter on the case.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: kissing, sexual tension, not admiting feelings, enemies to lovers, bad language.

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You were talking with some witnesses when you ear a voice behind you, a voice you know very well because how much it annoys you. Slowly, you turn around to greet them.

"Hi, boys." you try to sound as calm and nice as you can be.

"Son of a bitch, not you again." that's the kind of answer you expected to hear from him.

"Dean Winchester, i suppose that now i am a man then... well, then i have a bigger dick than you."

"You don't know how big my dick is." his condescending look made you even more furious with that marked jaw and deep eyes.

"I don't plan to figure it out."

"You wished you could do that."

"Hi guys, i don't know much more are you planning to do this but we have something in mind." Sam is always the voice of reason.

"Ok, thanks Sam, i am going to finish the interview with my witnesses."

"Oh no, you're not going to do that alone."

"Excuse me?"

"Maybe it's better to do this together now that we are here." Sam proposed.

"NO!!" Dean and you answered.

At the end, you three were obligated to work together because to open cases of presumed FBI agents in one town would be strange and very difficult to explain. Everything pointed to a shapeshifter but with this type of creatures it's very hard to keep track on their forms. While investigating you try to keep yourself away from Dean and his stupid perfect face.

You have no issue on accepting that you had an attraction on Dean but it's overshadowed by the fact that he has a horrible personality that makes you crazy and he always interferes with your cases.

He passed the next couples of days annoying you, following you everywhere he can and was the most insufferable person in all the world.

Finally you tracked the shapeshifter and went to the hideout with Sam while Dean waited outside. When you entered, you two saw a lot of teeth, blood and skin, that it's too much.

"There are two." said Sam and he was right, you needed to get out fast and warn Dean.

That night the three of you ended up sleeping with a silver knife. At some point of the night, you hear a knock on you door, you were prepared to kill but it was only Dean. You let the door open so he can enter, he was shirtless with a towel around his waist. He was incredibly sexy like that but you couldn't let your guard down, not tonight not with him.

"I see you didn't expected my visit."

"Of course not, and not like that, you killed the shapeshifter?"

"No."

"Then why are you here with just a towel?" this situation started to get you arroused and weirded out.

"Because i like it, because i can, because i know you would like it." he started to get close to you.

"Oh, i will never want that."

"Oh, you will... just like i want it too." your faces are now really close.

"I don't..." and his lips touched yours, at this time you couldn't hide your reaction anymore.

The thing was that all that situation didn't fit, something it's strange about it so you obliged yourself to distance from Dean. He looked at you seductively and let the towel get down. Definetly something isn't right, you took your phone and when you put the camera the eyes of Dean glowed, it was a shapeshifter.

He runned to trap you but you got to catch the sliver knife before and killed him, her, whatever she was. You went really fast to Dean's door, the closest to yours and knocked frenetically.

"Sam, please, finally i am having a good time with..." when he saw your face, the colour on his went away.

You where bathed in blood, that must scare someone but not Dean. That's when you looked inside the room and saw someone who looked exactly like you but was on black lingerie, your eyes go back to Dean again and realize that he was just on his underwear with a growing erection.

"That's not me."

"i..,you... me." for the first time ever, you saw Dean without a word to say.

The other shapeshifter noticed what was happening and was starting an attack, just like the other one did with you. In just a couple of minutes you killed it, Dean was not a big help on this, he was to stunned to talk.

"I...I can explain," he started to say but you interrupted him.

"i want a shower, i am covered in blood, i cant until i am clean."

That it's true, in part, you need to get out and think about what you saw. Dean Winchester, the one who always keeps bothering everytime he can, that doesn't seem to even tolerate your pressence was almost having sex with you...

The next morning you ignored him, Sam was weirded out about everything because he went for a snack in the middle of the night, you didn't say nothing except that you killed the shapeshifters. After leaving the motel, when you were about to leave, Dean set you aside.

"I want to explain."

"Ok." you almost felt your heart on your throat.

"She was very persuasive."

"She was me, and you hate me so i don't know how can she be persuasive."

"Are you stupid?"

"That it's a really weird way to explain things"

"Son of a bitch, i like you, damm it."

"What, How?"

"You are so smart and all day in your books, you are a little like Sam. Did you see how i treat Sam?" suddently memories of Dean trying to get Sam's attention passed thru your brain.

"Really?"

"Oh, don't say it like that, i didn't know how else i could get the attention of someone so intelligent."

"Well, i've been thinking for years that you hated me when i find you incredible atracttive, your personality crashed all posibility of thinking about us getting together and now..." at this point you were almost yelling at him, "when last night that shapeshifter entered my room with your aspect i couldn't resist...

You couldn't finish the question because he was already merging your lips together in a heated kiss. His hands carresing your cheeks and then slowly going down to your waist. His strenght made you start to walk back and end up pressed against a wall. The passion it's clearly visible and probably the frustation from last night, you could't control yourself and let out some moans which only made him groan and pressed your bodies together even more, searching for some kind of friction. His hands started go down to your ass, the situation it's getting too hot, you two were too horny and frustated but you need him to take a little revenge.

"Stop there, tiger." you searched for his hands and remove it from your ass.

"But... i thought we were solving things and maybe..." he looked like a lost puppy.

"Yes, and we will have that moment but you need to pay for all the annoying stuff you did."

"Then maybe you can come to the bunker and i can start to apologize."

"I take your word." you kiss his cheek and walk to the Impala.

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #spn #spn x reader #spn imagine #dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #misha collins

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thesharktanksdriver · 2 years

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The Spider’s web (platonic)

You used to be an average kid, one who went about their day without so much as a care in the world

Granted, you were being raised by your elderly aunt and uncle, and you were somewhat of a science wiz but other than that yeah pretty normal

Until a radioactive spider bitt you after you and your uncle got into an accident which ended up with you as the survivor

And that lead you becoming a web-slinging vigilante known as spider

Ok scratch that maybe you weren’t so normal after all but to be fair no one was in Gotham

During the day you were a teenager who went to school, made some extra cash on the side to support your aunt after your uncle’s death

But at night you dawn your suit and sling across the city helping as best you could

Unlike Batman or his figurative family you help out in smaller ways

You help by bringing people home safely, handing out umbrella when it’s raining, saving cats out of trees, stopping some petty crime and giving the criminals a talk to find out why they needed to do said crime, helping firefighters ect

You still saved quite a few people but you also focused on making others happy

Since something as small as a wave of kind gesture of a stranger can improve someone’s day significantly

You also focus on helping those who are committing petty crime since you know it’s usually out of desperation

And desperation is a big thing in Gotham unfortunately

Your a more friendly figure compared to the Batman, bright colours and an expressive mask that makes you more approachable

Along with that your quite vocal, saying hi to passersby’s as you swing past or offering high fives

Also a lot of quips, like a lot. plus jokes thrown to make people laugh

Your swinging webs dissolve after a set period of time so by morning their gone thus no complaints from business owners about it

Whilst Batman and his team look out for Gotham as a conglomerate you look out for the little guy

Pitching in to areas when the other vigilantes of the night can’t get to

It’s actually quite fun and no matter how tired an beat up you are from stopping a minor scuffle it’s worth it to you

The bruises and black eyes serving as metals to your meddling in making sure someone didn’t get shanked

Gordon is the only cop you trust and actively report to him about cops that are taking advantage of their power

You have a little camera on your suit making filming encounters much easier along with the fact you sometimes take photos for fun

And use some of those photos for money…you spend a lot more than you probably should do you sometimes sell photos to newspapers

Anyways, you leave the clips of certain cops for him to see and review

Which also makes most cops not really like you but they don’t really like Batman either so it’s not like your the only one

He’s pretty friendly with you but you can also tell he’s worries

Like real worried

It’s basically obvious to everyone your a kid despite how you try to deepen your voice a bit

He knows he can’t really stop you so he does his best to give you tips and pats on the back for your work

He swears that when he hears about you on the news he gets more grey hairs

Or when you show up at his window donuts in hand with a nasty bruise on your jaw

Listen he doesn’t care you “have a weird healing factor” your getting a patch for that

Barbara laughs when he grumbles that he now has a new kid to look after

You don’t admit it but he reminds you a lot of your uncle and it makes you feel nostalgic

On long nights for Gordon you like to swing by (hah get it) and leave him some coffee and donuts

He appreciates it but wishes you’d let him pay you back

Another thing Gordon doesn’t know is that when your uncle died he was the cop that comforted you back at the station

While all the others worked he took the time to help you

Which is something you’d never forget

So to pay the favour back in some sense you do your best to help him as well

But he doesn’t have to know your reasoning…yet

You sometimes leave little notes for him with doodles of yourself that have motivational messages

Batman asks him about you since he has really had to time to actually talk to you but Gordon tells him your a good kid

But your probably too stubborn to stop doing what your doing

Gordon really appreciates what you do even if it’s not taking down super villains

You go out of your way to make others happy and make the streets a little more safe

Plus you seemed focused on rehabilitation and helping people who do crime as a last option for survival

He’s actually met quite a few people you’ve talked to and helped get back on their feet

Probably had a little notebook where he puts all your doodle notes

Whenever you leave his office he tells you to stay safe and that you’d doing good out there

You always give him a thumbs out before back flipping out his window

Despite how many times you do it he looks out to make sure your ok

Barbara meets you one day when she stopped by to make sure her dad was ok and found you and him talking

When she came in you jumped to the ceiling and they just watched you for a minute before laughing

Honestly Barbara is really fun and cool

Whenever she stops by her dad’s office she kinda silently hopes your there cause your a ray of sunshine

She appreciates your work a lot and it never ceases to make her smile when she offhandedly hear people talk about your deeds

Definitely teases her dad a lot lol

Sometimes like Gordon you leave little notes for her on her wheelchair

You both develop so many inside jokes that Gordon can only scratch his head at

She leaves you snacks like granola bars and smoothies for her dad to give you

Like her dad she’s concerned but moreso about how your doing this without anyone else to help you

Sure your activities aren’t taking down and making enemies with super powered villains but all you needed is one bad encounter and your down

And it worries her how you don’t seem to care about yourself and put others happiness on pedestal

Like helping others matters but so does helping yourself

As oracle she sometimes hacks stuff to give you little hints or tricks for you to use

These have probably saved you from getting an infection from leaving your wounds unbothered due to your “it’ll heal” mentality

She’s kinda silently curious what your abilities allow you to do. Like she knows you can climb walls and you have some type of healing factor but she wonders if there’s more

So y’all make a game out of it and every week she guesses one possible ability you have and you answer her

Like her dad she knows your too stubborn to stop

You have too much of a big heart to not help people, your the one person who doesn’t stand down no matter the punches thrown your way

It’s an admirable trait but also dangerous

You geek out with her over tech and when you get your own popsicle

Sure that popsicle doesn’t look the greatest but your amazed anyways over the smallest stuff like that

It makes her heart swell when you talk about how happy you felt when you found out you had fanart!

It’s normal for hero’s to have that but your just so flabbergasted that someone went through the effort of drawing you

It reminds her once again that your a kid in all of this

One day she’s asks why you haven’t met Batman yet and you tell her why

That your kinda scared of him considering Gotham isn’t the friendliest to meta humans

And consider you now have powers your part of that crowd

Plus you just want to help in ways Batman usually can’t

She’s understanding to this and makes note to tell Bruce

At this point she probably knows your identity but only by accident

She never brings that up though

Content with just letting you go on in peace without you worrying about her accidentally spilling the info to someone

Her heart will explode if you ever mention how batgirl was one of your favourite hero’s growing up

Bane is the first real villain who kinda takes an interest in you from seeing you firsthand one day

So he has he men track you down and bring you to him

And then he finds out that you know most of them already and just willingly followed them?

Yeah turns out you already knew a lot of his men cause you’ve helped a handful of them with stuff like car troubles and making sure the neighborhoods a few live in are safer

And also inadvertently convincing some of them to get a better job instead of committing crime and they took that as become a full on henchman

Your a bit disappointed but Bane is a fair boss so it somewhat makes up for the fact their still in the crime business

Meanwhile bane is kinda confused cause your a kid??

Like sure he fights Robin but even then he goes somewhat easy and they have Batman as a mentor

Your just a fucking kid on their own doing this?!?

Dear god this man is so concerned

Even more so when you try to deepen your voice and then it cracks and there’s an awkward silence afterwards

Oh and then they hear your stomach grumble

You get a full on meal from them giving you some of their lunches plus some extra snacks

Your such a good kid and he’s like real worried that one day someone will take advantage of that

So he kinda begins training you, well not full on training but giving you some pointers

Like better stances or how to throw a better punch

He finds it really funny how expressive you are with your mask and how your tiny compared to him

He quickly catches on that you seemingly have enhanced senses and strength cause almost no one can beat him in a fight let alone a young teenager (it was more of a playful fight but point still stands)

You once offhandedly mention that you have to care for your elderly aunt by accident and he’s now packing you some extra food and slips some money into there as well

Probably knows he can figure out your identity real quick but doesn’t make the effort since he’d rather you go to him yourself if/when your ready

Is this what being a parent is like? (Yes, yes it is Bane)

He helps improve your suit and gives suggestions on what material would be better

Nearly has a heart attack when you one day show up to his base with a stab wound

Sure it’s healing but like what the fuck?!

His men kinda tease him for being a mother hen

He can’t help it though cause he’s always had a soft spot for kids and knowing your out there possibly getting hurt makes his uneasy

When you talk about science he finds himself happy cause your clearly passionate about the subject

Probably compliments you about your knowledge and pats you on the shoulder

He gives you nicknames in Spanish but his favourite is “pequeña araña” which means little spider

If you already know Spanish he’s 100% talking to you in it but if you don’t then he’s kinda teaching you by accident

For the love of god please say that your suit is properly insulated cause he’s gonna get grey hairs if he knows that your going out in Gotham during the winter freezing your ass off

Same for summer as well cause he knows that being in a head to toe bodysuit in the heat isn’t good

You met deadshot through his daughter Zoe by complete accident

Like you were swinging past some apartments while she was doing some homework she was stuck on and spotted you

And then she called out and you quickly ended up helping her with that homework

And that kinda became a weekly tradition where you’d just stop by on every Saturday to check her work and help her if she was stuck

During one of these he walks in as your perched near her window helping her with a math equation

He’s kinda confused for a minute until Zoe waves him over and says that you’d been her tutor for the past month

After that he kinda tracks you down on his own time as your having a burger on a building and talks to you

He thanks you and also asks why your doing the whole vigilante business as such a young age

You don’t tell him the full story but just enough where he gets a good picture as to why

Zoe becomes one of your fans and he has to say that it’s a lot better than her liking Batman or one of his robins lol

You still help her with homework but now you also show up to talk to her and her dad

She likes to brag to her father about how if she did good on her next test that you promised to make her a hoodie that resembles you suit

When he’s out on “jobs” he asks for you to check up on her and make sure she’s ok

more concerned than he lets on

When he gets put on the suicide squad he gets real upset if Amanda Waller even mentions you

Sometimes if you see him you like to him a wave which he gives back with a small smile

You have the honour of being one of the only heroes he likes

He likes that you stick up for the small guy, that your the “neighborhood hero” instead of the Gotham hero

Has definitely saved you numerous times without you even knowing

Feels old when you call him “mr.shot” even more so if you do something like backflip off a building

Like he subconsciously knows your ok but his dad senses are screaming at him and rushes over to the edge to see if your ok

He finds it really nice when you walk people home to make sure they feel safe

It’s a small thing but something a lot of people in Gotham appreciate since the streets at night aren’t the safest

You buy knock-off merch of heroes and give it out to kids but save the merch of you for his daughter

He now had a little keychain that he keeps on his person of your mask in inverted colours

It makes him chuckle quite a bit

No one dares put out a hit on you cause of him and Deathstroke

Speaking of which Deathstroke sought you out from seeing you one day whist in civilian clothes

You piqued his interest so when you were one day just swing around he was able to catch you by surprise even with your spidy-senses

Only for you to catch him off guard by how your somehow able to throw him off you like he was nothing

And then web him to a wall

Now you’ve really piqued his interest

Meanwhile your freaking out across from him and he’s just laughing and then congratulates you on getting the better of him

Que confusion

Oh yeah beforehand he quickly found out who you were

Yeah…not fun when he then brings that up

But anyways

Slade takes to basically full on training you cause he sees your potential

It’s weird at first but it quickly becomes routine for him to randomly drop by and give you lessons

It’s actually really useful especially since he also helps you hone your skills even more

Not to mention that he also helps you keep your identity a better secrets cause in his words “kid it’s honestly a miracle that the entire city hasn’t found out, your at least better than superman and his disguise”

At some point after a “exam” with him and you win he gifts you a completely upgraded suit as a gift

Your left confused but he just shrugs it off saying that you’d lived up to his expectations so you deserve something for that

Now your suit has proper heating! And it’s waterproof unlike before

He’s honestly not sure how you survived this long in your suit so he’s at least happy the new one he gifted you a better

Plus now you have extending spider arms that are super cool

Now you can more effectively hold up debris when saving people!

(Not their intended use but he supposes that you do you)

One thing he can’t fix is how trusting you are of others

Cause he’s tried countless times to teach you not to do that but your head it to thick for even his vastly worded criticism to break

Unlike him and Nightwing he’s had a very different dynamic with you Aka gruff dad and ray of Sunshine child

Aka the “someone will die” “of fun!”

He feels so old when your doing flips and every fucking acrobatic known to man

Like when Nightwing does it he feels a bit of his age but with you it’s worse

Rose jokes that your an honorary sibling now which makes you giggle as he standing behind y’all all stoic and such

Both swear they’ve never seen you without a smile or quippy remark despite having a broken rib

That’s why their surprised when you sometimes get a bit solemn or seem to hold an untold sadness in your eyes now more than ever

He doesn’t pry like he did when initially finding out your identity but he’s definitely worried

Mr.Freeze is someone you go out on your own to find after hearing how he was trying to find a cure for his wife’s illness

Your Aunt in her old age had been getting worse and you could tell she was gaining something that wasn’t an ordinary Illness

All hospitals you went to said they couldn’t do anything so you went to him instead

Which he certainly didn’t really expect

Like sure he’s heard of you but to suddenly had a teenage knock at his frost covered window to his lab at midnight is kinda unexpected

He’s guarded and ice cold as his name implies but seems to warm up once you mention your situation

How you didn’t know what to do, and that the hospitals turn her away for her older age or say that nothing was wrong when you knew it was

Your just a kid, one who is doing their best despite circumstances

And he from then on he knew couldn’t turn you away especially with how Nora wouldn’t want that

He finds your company to be nice especially once hearing that your brand of heroism is done to help out the average citizens of Gotham in their day to day lives

Your a change in his routine and life that he needs, someone to be a small bit of light in the ever encompassing darkness that fills his life

You help him as well in the lab, putting your science wiz knowledge to the test as you do your best to help

He enjoys the company quite a bit

Especially as you leave little notes (as usual) for him to find with little puns

He chuckles at all of them despite hot corny they are

As time goes on he sees the crack in your resolve though as his tests go nowhere

You push yourself though, to the limit to try and find something, anything

But it’s all for nought

There are times you fall asleep in full costume at his lab, he always places a blanket around your shoulders

Never once having the temptation to pull up the mask

He can tell your already going through the stages of grief before you even get the call that she’s gone

Just a feeling in your gut that it’s getting worse as you increase your work

And then it happens

That dreaded call that he can remember so vividly from his own when Nora had almost passed

Your silent, dead silent

And then like a gust of wind your off

He can only hear your soft sobs as you exit through a window and off into the night

He can only hope you’ll be ok, that you’ll turn out different from him in the grief that’s consuming you

Because unlike him your a ray of sun that the world needs compared to his somber moonlight

You end up crying on a rooftop

Shaky breaths ranking your form as you sob

But then you hear a scream from an alleyway which makes you pause

You pull your mask down and swing down to help

A woman pushed to the ground and two men standing over her loomingly

Their easy to take down but you got stabbed pretty badly in the side

You focus on her though, helping her up despite your limp and talking her through the anxiety attack she was having

You walk her home, blood dripping down though you do your best to hide it

Your voice hoarse from crying as you do your best to make her smile

And as she closes that door and you return to that rooftop you find that your vision is getting blurry and black dots dot the edges if your eyesight

You don’t have the strength to get up despite how hard you try

Because you have to

Cause as spider no matter how hard you get pushed down you always get up

Someone looms over you with an outstretched hand

You grab theirs and they hoist you up

You feel as if your in good hands

#platonic #dc x reader #mr freeze x reader #deathstroke x reader #Slade Wilson x reader #Barbara Gordon x reader

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Jumping the Gun

Kinktober Day 7: Stuck in a wall | Virginity. Sex club, BDSM club, restraints, clear consent, overstimulation and sex toys.

You were not the smartest person in the club, you were sure. And your friends, you decided, where dickheads for suggesting this. You’d asked your friends for a way to lose your virginity. Surely, there was some sort of club signal for wanting to get laid or something. Or a specific drink that would get rid of your innate ability to overthink and send you out into somebody’s open arms and warm bed. But no, your friends had gone with the worst possible solution.

The club they had chosen was not a simple one you could find around the corner. No, this one was specifically a sex one. A BDSM club that they loved to frequent and they swore up and down that it would help you finally lose your virginity. And the idiot you were, you agreed to it happily. When you’d first walked to the place, you’d been amazed. Star-eyed. Everything was so new, so casual and yet so intimate. You weren’t sure how much you could look at, so you tried your best to keep your gaze down. One of your friends guided you along, as the others scattered to do their respective things. He explained all the amazing activities to be done in this sort of club. It almost felt like a depraved fairy-tale, the way told them with so much magic. And poor little old you, you were so easily convinced.

And so you ended up here, half way in a hole in the wall.

Of course, you’d been reassured over and over again that it’d be safe for you. Everyone was checked to be clean (you’d been asked to bring recent medical proof of being clean, too) and you’d be supervised. Plus, you had your safeword in case anything suddenly became way too much for you. And so you’d cluelessly agreed to it. Guided through the hole, your hands cuffed to the corners of the box you’d been put in. Right in front of you, a small TV showed you how your lower body looked, from your feet to your butt. Your legs had also been cuffed at the ankles, allowing for a small range of movement but preventing you from kicking out at all. Your shaggy tail had been left alone, thanks to your weak request. It drooped down now, curled up between your legs in nervousness and slight fear. You’d been stripped before-hand, so anyone who walked by could see everything. You felt so so vulnerable and alone in this dark box. You looked away from the screen.

It felt like you’d been panting and squirming for hours before you feel the first touch. It makes you squeak. Body tense. A rough, growl-like laugh in your ear. The box had speakers? A hand squeezes the base of your tail, sending a harsh jolt through you. It wasn’t exactly painful. It felt good, electric pleasure running up your spine and sending you shaking. You stare up at the screen, looking at the absolutely massive clawed hand grabbing at your tail. It was weirdly smooth, an blue-tinted black that contrasted with the man’s white suit. His body would’ve covered the camera if it hadn’t been for the weird angle it was placed at. He’s huge, maybe double your size. There’s a long cape covering his back, the same colour of his skin. The next touch surprises you, a gentle graze of his claws along your hip bone. You shiver. His hands feel cold, and kind of humid.

His hands move, squeezing at your waist in a bruising grip. His thumbs rest against the small of your back, tips of his claws sinking slightly into your spine. He seems to be feeling out the strength of your body. His large hands drag down your skin, his left one pulling your thighs apart as the right one cups at your sex. You flinch hard and he steadies your body with a mean hand on your side. You let out a cry at the touches, so overly sensitive from the lack of stimulation for so many years. He rubs harshly against the underside of your sex, ignoring your weak cries and muffled moans. A soft, blunt force presses against your hole, making you tense up. What you think is lube drips down the toy over your taint, and covers your thighs. It’s most likely one of the offered sex toys. You doubt he’d shove his claws into you. You hope he won’t shove his claws into you. You open your eyes, struggling, and stare at the screen. Looking at the small looking dildo press against your hole. The toy presses more and more insistently against you, until your hole opens up against the insistence. It feels- good. It makes your eyes roll into the back of your head as you come. It’s so sudden, the sudden orgasm that just having this small dildo penetrate you is giving you. Your body goes limp, and the man takes advantage of it. He leans down, and you can see him more clearly. He’s got a mutation quirk. An Orca quirk. No wonder he was so huge. He opens his mouth and lets out a long, broad tongue lap at your skin. The wet muscle drags down towards your entrance, where the dildo is being move slowly forward and backwards. The dildo stops, and you feel the blunt edge of the tongue push in alongside it. You scream, trying and failing to kick out despite the cuffs keeping your legs in place. Closing your thighs does nothing but annoy the man, and make him digs his claws into the soft fat of your thighs to keep them apart. You sob, damn near writhing in place. It goes on for a while, the new mind-numbing pleasure that makes you come over and over again. The dildos change, getting bigger in size and pulling more intense orgasm out of you.

Then suddenly the newest dildo is pulled out, and something warm and tapered presses against your hole.

You tremble at the feeling. It’s hot, nearly burning. And it feels big despite the pointed tip of it. You pant into the silence of the box, gently pulling at your cuffs. You’re so scared, but… you don’t want to safeword out. This man has made you feel so good, so far. This is just that one step further. The last step.

“Relax, pup.”

It’s the only warning you get. The feeling of his cock slowly and gently forcing you open melts your mind. Your mouth drops open, eyes wide open but rolled to the back of your head. Each gentle push makes you grunt softly, incapable of anything more. It feels unending, the burning hot pressure forcing it’s way inside you. And looking at the screen, you sob. It’s nowhere near half-way in. But he doesn’t seem satisfied in stopping now. Each shallow thrust pushes more and more of his spongy cock inside of you, driving you more and more mindless. You don’t know how long you lay there, legs shaking with effort. But you feel the material of his slacks brush against your skin, and you keen.

“Shh, nearly there.”

A small hum echoes through your body, making you stiffen. You- you can’t move. Can’t push back or away from this stranger’s cock. And yet, you’re not worried at all. Maybe it’s the intense pleasure of feeling his cock reach the deepest parts of yourself, parts you never thought you had. Or maybe he’s just got a special power about him. With a sharp snap of his hips, he sheathes himself completely in you. And you come. His cock presses into every single sweet spot inside of you. You feel spent, more like a fleshlight than a human being at this point. He starts thrusting now, clawed hands back at the dip of your hips. They squeeze you with a bruising hold. Pulling you back and forth on his cock, as much as the cuffs around your wrists and ankles allow him to. The drag drives you insane, slow paced and gentle. You beg, sobbing for more, more. Maybe he can’t hear you, despite the speakers you know they keep outside. Or maybe he’s just ignoring you, relishing in the warm, tight hole that could finally fit him in. Because he keeps the same insanity-inducing pace. His thrusts turn sloppy, pace picking up slightly as he begins chasing his impeding orgasm. It makes you howl, tail smacking hard against his arm. He grabs it, scratching at the base just to feel you come again with the loudest scream you’d ever let out in your life. And he sinks in fully to the hilt, filling you up with warm, thick seed.

You’re floating. Mind completely gone. You can feel the loss of pressure, the empty feeling when he pulls out. But you don’t have the energy to react. To beg him to stay. His come drips down your thighs, covering them in a disgusting manner. Some of it splatters to the floor.

He slips a small business card through the gap in the wall to your side of the box and disappears.

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Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 40: Biofilm

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Donatello races down the hallway, checking his trackers every few minutes to make sure everything is going smoothly with the others. After this is over, he's thinking of adding hidden cameras to their masks as well, so he can also see where they are, not just know their longitude and latitude. What good is knowing where a person is if you can't know what's going on?

Donnie started getting into the trackers phase when they'd first come up against the Foot Clan, and Raph had accidentally eaten a tracker meant for a salami paper stack. That had been the inspiration to start tagging his family. He'd installed the subdermal trackers sometime after then, working on different updates and methods of inserting them under the skin or under their shells when they weren't looking or conscious or aware or -- well, you get the idea.

But as time went on, he'd started thinking maybe adding a visual or audio aspect to the tracers was a good idea. It was starting to annoy him that his brothers and father would go places alone for long periods of time and he wouldn't know why or what was happening. Donnie would never consider himself 'clingy'. Or at least, he'd never admit that he was. Donnie was just... concerned for their well-being. And it always seemed like their well-being was coming into question whenever he was not with them. He should have added the video/audio feed to the trackers a long time ago.

He'd have known what was taking Leo so long to get them back after they'd been portaled to Tahiti.

He'd have known what Leo and Papa were doing with Big Mama while they dealt with the Shredder.

He'd have known where the Shredder and the Foot Lieutenant and Foot Brute and Cassandra took Splinter and Barry when they attacked their old lair.

He'd have known what the Krang were doing with Raphael when he was captured.

He'd have known what happened to Leo in the Prison Dimension.

He'd have known about Mikey's captivity and recapture.

He'd have known how to be the genius they all needed him to be.

He'd have known how to be a better brother...

Donnie swallows the thoughts and keeps on moving. He turns a corner and sees a strange laboratory, filled with machines and mechanisms and lasers and weird gadgets that Donnie would be more than happy to take home with him... But it also has what looks like a few medical devices stored in there as well. A CT scanner, an X-ray machine, other devices that Donatello recognizes from science-fiction films and spy movies that definitely won't be found in any normal hospital.

This looks like the kind of place that a man specialized in engineering and robotics would be hiding in...

Donnie sneaks over to the room, not caring about dodging cameras. The building's been evacuated, and even if it hadn't been, everybody already knows that they're here.

The door was left open by a careless employee trying to leave in a hurry. Perfect! Donnie's ninpo can create all kinds of stuff, but making small items to hack into things like security systems takes a lot of brainpower. And -- you didn't hear it from him -- it's difficult. His ninpo works like his mind, building the items piece by piece, engineering the weapons or defense mechs however he sees it in his head. And while he is a genius, even geniuses have trouble keeping track of hundreds of thousands of lines of programming. Even a small item like the USB flash drive he gave April earlier would take a lot of internal interfacing and coding... it's exhausting. But not impossible.

But fortunately, it isn't necessary.

Donatello sneaks in cautiously. It's strange how the room is a Frankenstein mashup between a doctor's office and a robotics lab. Secretly, Donnie is taking mental notes on how to incorporate some of these ideas and designs into his own lab.

There are desks covered with tools and blueprints. Cabinets with vials and liters of mysterious multi-coloured liquids. Tables with a few unpacked boxes stuffed with strange items and labels scribbled messily onto the cardboard. On one said table is a crate. Poking out of said crate, Donatello can see a wooden staff with purple wraps, two familiar blue hilts for what he can assume are twin katanas, and the edges of a battleshell.

"Our stuff!" he whispers to himself. They definitely need to get those back...

Donnie rushes to the box and starts rummaging through it. Yep, it's all here... Dee's gear, Leo's swords, Raph's sai. He reaches in and retrieves the weapons, looking them over for anything like tags or trackers that the TCRI or EPF would have placed on them. They look fine...

"My goggles!" Dee cheers, grabbing them quickly and placing them over his eyes to inspect the software. "Oh, thank God they didn't mess with my babies..."

"Don't thank Him just yet!" a voice cries out from behind him.

Donnie yipes before ducking, narrowly avoiding a swing from a madman behind him. He doesn't look like a guard, but instead wears a standard white lab coat. His hair is wild and unkempt, dark eyebags sag on his face, his chin is stubbled with untended scruff. By the looks of it, his only diet is caffeine and the suffering of others. He must be a scientist, then. His voice sounds familiar; Donnie's sure he's seen or heard him before...

"You were on the video files from the previous building!" he realizes, quickly grabbing his bō from the box and readying himself. "You made Mikey fight monsters in the Interaction room..."

"I see someone's been doing some research!" the man chuckles, his eyes wide and firey. "I'm flattered you recognized me. The name's Dr. Rod Timothy, not that you'll have much of a mind to recall that after I finish with you!!"

Donnie dodges as Dr. Timothy grabs a futuristic weapon from the table and fires it at him. Burning red blasts of light fly through the air. Dee ducks quickly, jumping to the side as he tries to come up with a weapon of his own. His mind always goes straight to the extreme -- 'go big or go home,' 'more bang for your buck', etc. Typically, the villains he fights are durable and super-strong mutants, they require bigger weapons like missiles and giant drills or hammers, etc. Humans are small, easy to break, but fierce and determined. They're harder to gauge, and Donnie has to search his mind for a weapon he can use against him without actually causing too much damage. Not just to the human, but also to the building itself. So missiles are off the menu.

Donnie's palm fills with parts and pieces that instantly grow together and attach in method and order, creating a mini grenade. He taps a button and sends the round object flying towards the scientist. It lands just a few feet in front of him and -- BOOM -- the flash grenade goes off, blinding the man as Dee uses his goggles to guide him through the room and find a place to hide.

"AGH!" Timothy screams, covering his watering eyes as he staggers around. "Y-you... you see, this is exactly why I was hoping you'd come here..."

Donnie peeks out from behind a giant scanner, watching as the mad scientist stumbles around chuckling.

"You creatures always have such a strange tolerance... it's superhuman...!"

The man looks up and looks around, pupils dilating like crazy as he frantically flails his arms and hands, feeling for something.

"And soon, I will be too..."

He really is insane, Donnie thinks to himself.

"If you're so keen on mutants, why'd you experiment on my brother?!" Donnie snarls.

Dr. Timothy reels around and stares blindly in Dee's direction, trying to listen as Donnie ninjas away to a new location to watch Timothy... and lure him into a trap.

"Oh, yes," Timothy laughs, the tears from his watering eyes streaming down his face. "You're brother was loads of fun. I enjoyed our little exercises and examinations thoroughly... Such a fun little plaything, a wonderful puzzle to take apart and put back together."

"Anyone ever tell you to get psychiatric help?" Donnie growls.

"More often than you'd think," Timothy cackles. "But they don't see the necessity of my methods! The vision! They're all sniveling, spineless, mindless plebeians who cannot understand the future..."

"What future is that?" Donnie asks, purposefully directing the man towards the far back of the room.

"Oh, one that you'd approve of!" Timothy laughs, blinking quickly, eyes darting back and forth. "A future free of humans. A future of mutants."

"What are you talking about?" Donnie asks, genuinely confused. "Chaplin wants to eradicate the mutants, why --"

"Oh, he's nothing more than a COWARD!!" Timothy bellows, fist pounding on the side of the table and sending small items flying. "He's a pathetic hatemonger who can't see that the only way for humanity to advance is to literally advance as a species and evolve! He thinks that what we need is to take out the competition!"

Dr. Timothy smiles so wide, his face contorts as though it's made of flabby plastic.

"I say we need to switch flags."

Donnie purposely knocks over small rolling cart of supplies, causing Dr. Timothy to stagger towards the sound.

"Chaplin is a visionary, though. And a golden goose. I never would have been able to pursue my research without his funding..."

"Well, the golden goose won't be laying anymore eggs for you psychopaths," Donnie huffs. "Chaplin's dead."

Timothy grunts at the news. Donnie can't tell if he's laughing, or making strange sad noises. The deranged fiend turns to stare blankly at the table, almost wistfully, reminiscing his fellow evil scientist.

"Well... he was a very significant man. Powerful, resourceful, determined... but I can't say that I'm not a little glad that he's gone."

"Oh?" Donnie chuckles. "No love lost between coworkers?"

"I had respect for the man, it's true," Timothy grumbles, reaching across the table strewn with supplies as he feels his way around. His fingers curl over a few of the objects laid before him as he moves forwards. "But his values and ideals were misguided and foolish. Only the strong come out on top."

"I'd like to think the smart ones have a pretty good chance, too..." Donnie remarks, stepping into a side room and waiting for Dr. Timothy to tag along.

"Oh, I agree!" he laughs, following Donnie's voice into the dark room. "Which is why I hate to see you die."

Timothy grips one of the items pulled from the table and clicks a button. A long laser-weapon activates, and he laughs as he runs in after the softshell.

"Nice sword-axe-laser-combo," Donnie smirks. "Where'd you get it? Hollywood Studios in Florida?"

"Do you like it?" Dr. Timothy grins sarcastically. "It's just one of the few things I thought to bring with me for this climactic stand-off..."

He presses a button and the door behind him slams shut with a mechanical hiss. Dr. Rod Timothy brandishes the weapon casually at the mutant teen who cooly holds his bō staff out at the man as well, ready for a duel.

"Does this room look familiar?" Timothy cackles. "If you really did the research, then it should. It's the same as the one your sweet little science experiment of a sibling was made to fight in! Only right we made another one for the experiments to follow... And I can't wait to see what happens to you in it."

Donatello smiles.

"You want me to fight you? The same way you made my baby brother fight your mutant monsters?"

"Oh, you can fight one of my monsters too if you want!" Timothy shrieks with laughter, holding up a small remote control. "With a push of a button, they can come pouring in. But for now, I want to see what you can do. See what parts of you to keep and what to... scrap."

Donnie sneers.

"So this is an assessment, then."

"I suppose so," Dr. Timothy shrugs. "But we'll see who wins."

Timothy charges, laser weapon at the ready. Donatello grips his bō staff and swings it, blocking Timothy's attack. A purple shield forms and pushes him back. Timothy grunts with effort as his feet skid across the tiles. He laughs hysterically, eyes growing ever wider.

He charges again, swinging the battleaxe around before striking again. Donnie's battleshell opens up and reveals a small jetpack, which takes him up into the air. He launches over Timothy and lands behind him, clicking a hidden button on the shoulder pad and activating a wire that wraps around the mad scientist. Dee launches again and prepares to strap the man from the ceiling and literally leave him hanging.

Dr. Timothy squirms about and manages to pull an arm out, fumbling with the laser device and cutting the line. As Timothy freefalls, Donnie's jetpack crashes him into the ceiling as it attempts and fails to compensate for the sudden loss of weight. Timothy pulls another device he'd taken from the table and points it at Donnie. A small gun, almost like a pistol, which fires out a sudden blue blast at Dee's jetpack. The rotors freeze, ice covers the exhaust ports, and the whole jetpack itself malfunctions and sends Dee crashing to the ground.

"Your brother showed a severe aversion to cold, so in order to keep him in line we created a series of ice-generating weapons like this handy little prototype," Timothy boasts, twirling the pistol around like it's a toy.

Donnie growls in fury. Timothy fires a few more shots, blasting the turtle in the arm and leg as he tries to get back up from the fall. Donnie yells in pain as his limbs suffer from ice burn and start to turn red and swollen from the cold blasts. Shards of frost and ice crystals form on the skin. Donnie gasps from the pain and starts rubbing his limbs, careful not to let the injuries turn into frostbite. Timothy fires another shot, but this time Donnie is careful to dodge it, jumping out of the way despite the pain. Timothy fires again. Dee swings his bō at the man, creating shield that blocks the blast. He swings again, dissolving the shield and reforming it to create a replica pistol that fires directly at the weapon, clogging the barrel of Timothy's gun with ice.

"That was good!" Timothy laughs, dropping the gun before his fingers freeze to the metal. "Nice deflection! And it's clear that I could not defeat you physically. Your mutant genetics must have enhanced your bone structure and muscle mass, yes?"

"That's one theory," Donnie snarks at him. "Or you could just be a weak old guy with a pathetic toy gun."

Dr. Timothy laughs again.

"I'm technically not old, I'm 36."

"That's old, dude."

"Kids these days..." Dr. Timothy sighs. "If brawn cannot win, then perhaps brains shall..."

Dr. Timothy starts clicking buttons on the remote, setting off a few movement-tracking firearms. Donnie recognizes the sleek black metal machine guns from some of Mikey's recorded sessions in the Interaction Room. Dee creates another shield and avoids the torrent of bullets and darts that fly as Dr. Timothy advances again.

"Let's see how you fare against two threats at once!"

Donnie ducks back, hand and staff flying forward as he thinks up a quick weapon to make for his defense. A purple ninpo hologram forms over the wood, creating an imitation of his old tech-bo. A giant mechanical fist ignites at one end, and Dr. Timothy and Donatello exchange blow for blow, guarding and attacking as the two simultaneously dodge bullets from above.

"Where do you come up with these weapon ideas? Jupiter Jim's 19th Return to the Moon?"

"Two distractions at once, and he still finds the mental capacity for a rib!" Timothy laughs. "I should spar with my creations more often..."

"I am not your creation!" Donnie yells. "AND NEITHER IS MY BROTHER!!!"

Donnie suddenly snaps, kicking Dr. Timothy in the chest and sending him back into the wall. Timothy's weapon knocked from his hand, Donnie grabs it and flings the laser cutter towards the turrets, tearing them in half and destroying them completely.

"Very well done!" Timothy chuckles nervously, as he half-struggles to get up. "Well done indeed! You are quite the adversary. But, I would wonder how well you'd fare after I become one of YOU!"

Donnie watches in confusion as the scientist pulls a syringe from his pocket. It's glowing green.

"This is a mutation formula that I've reverse-engineered from some samples I found over the years. Your brother is one of them, true... but the majority of the formula comes from a few mosquitos we found buzzing around..."

"Draxum's ooze," Donnie gapes, his voice a horrified hush. "You're going to mutate yourself?!"

"It's about time I evolved into the higher species!" Timothy cackles madly, his mind fully gone. "And now with Chaplin out of the way, there's no stopping me!!"

"Wait!" Donnie tries to warn. "You don't know what that will do to you!!"

"I know exactly what will happen!" Timothy screams back. "I will finally be the apex predator!! Now watch as I become a random creature of mass destruction!!"

Timothy stabs the syringe into his arm, the re-created ooze seeping into his veins.

"Random?" Donnie questions. "No, you'll just turn into the last biological organism you came into contact with."

"Wait, what?" Timothy questions, sobering for one second. "What do you mean, the last thing biological organism?"

"The ooze combines your DNA with that of whatever you touched last. Didn't you know that?"

"No! How would I know that?!" Timothy screeches, gripping his sides in pain as the ooze starts to recreate him.

"Looks like somebody didn't do their homework after all..."

"What am I going to become?!" Timothy shrieks, his whole frame shaking.

"Well, what did you touch last?"

"YOU!"

"No, you never actually touched me," Donnie clarifies. "You're wearing gloves, and your weapons hit mine, but we never came into actual contact -- details matter in science, you know..."

"W-WHAT'S HAPPENING TO M-M-MEEEEEE?!?!" Timothy screams, his voice fluctuating and gargling as he begins to sweat profusely.

It's not sweat.

His skin is melting.

Donnie watches with a sickened expression as Dr. Timothy's body begins to turn into a sludge, the skin tone changing into a slimy fungus-green, every part of him slowly dissolving and gooping together in a way that turns Donnie's stomach. He looks away, and forces himself to keep away even as the man screams and pleads for mercy and help. His voice is literally drowned out as his vocal chords liquify along with the rest of him.

It goes quiet. Donnie shakily turns to see what has become of the poor deranged man. Nothing remains but a puddle of gelatinous ooze wobbling on the floor several feet ahead of him.

"L-looks like your reverse-engineered formula wasn't complete," Donnie gulps. "Or maybe the ooze really did transform you into the last thing you touched... which would have been the ooze itself. Whatever the solution, I'm not going to stick around for --"

A gurgling scream tears the room apart, as the gelatinous blob starts moving, shifting, and reforming into a sloppy mess of a man.

"Lₒₒₖ wₕₐₜ yₒᵤ'ᵥₑ dₒₙₑ ₜₒ ₘe!" Timothy shrieks, his voice a wobbly, watery mess as he slowly pulls himself together. "I wₐₛ mₑₐₙt ₜₒ ᵇe ₐ fᵢₑᵣcₑ ₘᵤₜaₙt! Nₒₜ ₐ ᵇₗᵤbᵇeᵣᵢₙg … ₜhᵢₙg!!"

The newly transformed Timothy charges at Donnie, his arm elongating and stretching like those slappy hand things Mikey was obsessed with at the age of six. Donnie dodges it at the last second, the hand slinging across the room and sticking to a panel on the wall. It rips the panel straight off, revealing a section of machinery hidden behind it.

"Whoah!" Donnie yells, dodging once again as the arm comes slinging back.

"I dᵢdₙ'ₜ wₐₙₜ ₜhiₛ!" Timothy screeches as he continues his tantrum. "I wₐₛ sᵤpₚₒₛₑd ₜₒ bₑ ₜₕₑ ₐₚeₓ ₚᵣₑdₐₜₒᵣ, ₙoₜ ₛₒₘe ₚₐₜₕₑₜᵢc ₛₗᵤdgₑ fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ ᵇoᵗₜₒₘ ₒf ᵗₕₑ fₒₒd cₕaᵢₙ! ᴺᵒᵗ a gˡoʳⁱᶠᵢₑᵈ aₘebₐ! ₙₒₜ ₐ Lᵢvᵢₙg Wₐₗₖᵢₙg MUD PUDDLE!!"

Timothy's body morphs again, his form splattering in twenty different directions and splashing onto several frames and tiles from the walls, ceiling, and floor. He pulls them apart, releasing a robotic arm that reaches down and attempts to attack the two of them. Donnie slides to the side and avoids the robo-arm. Dr. Timothy's tentacle releases from a section of the wall and accidentally tangles around the mechanism, getting stuck inside the gears and causing it to malfunction. The arm swings back and forth, trying to catch Donnie or Dr. Timothy before becoming hopelessly trapped in the glue-like goo that the scientist has become.

"Wₕₐₜ ₕₐᵥₑ yₒᵤ ᵈᵒₙₑ! ᵂₕₐₜ ₕᵃᵛe yoᵤ dₒₙe! Wₕₐₜ ₕₐᵥₑ yᵒu ᵈoₙₑ!" Timothy wails as he flails about the room.

His arms knock loose the devices hanging from the ceiling. They come crashing down, splatting Timothy flat and trapping him momentarily.

"Sorry doc, but this was all you," Donnie states, dodging one of the slimy appendages before tuck and rolling towards the door. "And no offense, but I've had enough slimy tentacle-induced sensory issues for one year, so I'll just see myself out..."

"Yᵒᵤ ₕₐᵥₑ ₜo ₕeˡᵖ ₘₑ!" Timothy screams, reaching out for the ninja in desperation.

"There's nothing I can do for you now, Tim," Donnie scoffs as he picks up the remote from the floor, avoiding Timothy's sludge and slime. "You wanted to be a mutant, so now you're a mutant. Congrats, welcome to the family."

Donnie stares down at the remote and all the little buttons it comes equipped with. He presses one, and the door opens.

"But don't worry. After everything you did to my brother, I won't just leave you here alone to rot..."

Donnie turns to face the mutant man, and gives him a cold smile before pressing every button on the remote.

"You said something about 'monsters flooding in at the push of a button,' right?" Donnie asks, his smile becoming almost like a snarl. "How about I leave you with some company?"

Every trapdoor in the room opens up, and hundreds of glowing red eyes appear from the darkness. The sounds of snarling and growling and howling and yowling starts to fill the enclosure.

"ᴺᵒ… ʸᵒᵘ caₙ'ₜ ₗₑₐᵥₑ ₘe ₗiₖₑ ₜₕiˢ!" Dr. Timothy begs.

"You said you wanted to be a mutant," Donnie sighs, clicking the button to close the door. "You can chill with your own kind now. See how long you last."

"Nᴺᴼ0oₒo0Oᴼ--!!!"

The doors close just as the monsters creep in and pounce for the slime man.

Donnie blinks for a moment before exhaling loudly.

"...Karma... is absolutely insane."

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#double mutated mikey #tw character death #tw self-experimentation #tw self-mutation #tw mentions of body horror stuffs #tw Donnie leaves a guy to die #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfic #fanfic update #fanfic rec #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #tw body horror

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the-roo-too · 1 year

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free fall -> spiderwoman! mo jihye

-the biggest downside of working as a reporter is definitely the field work

warnings: injuries

genre: sprinkle of angst?; it’s mostly fluff tho

notes: spiderwoman danielle would be so 🫶🫶 this was kinda made in honour of spider!jimin fic getting 150 notes 💪

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

when you first became a reporter for the local newspaper, you had very light tasks to do. take a picture of the school’s swimming team, see the christmas lights, do some photos on the fair. then, the villains appeared. your peaceful job suddenly turned into the most dangerous one, albeit very interesting. now, you always had to be there with the villains, so you could have material before other reporters.

just like now, someone evil attacked the main street, so you of course had to be there. it was some green guy, green goblin if you remembered the last article correctly.

click!

you sighed as you took the photo of the villain. it came out a bit blurry, but it was still a good shot. as you looked up from your hide (so technically you leaned over some café’s menu sign), you noticed a familiar red and blue blur.

spiderwoman. always on the spot.

“they should pay me more for the heroes.” you grumbled under your breath, reading the camera to take a shot of the mysterious superhero. just as you did that, something exploded near you. the force of the explosion made you fly away from your safe spot and as you hit your head on the floor, you heard the sound of glass breaking and everything went dark.

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

you slipped in and out of consciousness, seeing the colourful blurs zoom past you. it felt like you couldn’t move, so you just laid there, trying to make out the shapes around you. a small thought lingered in the back of your mind.

is this the end?

then, by some miracle, the gods decided to spare you. just as your eyes were closing, you felt strong arms slowly lift you up bridal style.

you let out a groan of pain and your saviour hummed quietly.

“it’s okay… you’re safe with me..”

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

a chain of curses woke you up. for a short second, you couldn’t remember anything, till the memories flooded your mind again.

you quickly opened your eyes, frowning when you noticed you were suddenly home. that ceiling was definitely yours, you’d recognise that stupid stickers anywhere.

then, the pain hit you like a truck. you winced, bringing your hand up to touch your wounded head. just then, a figure walked into your room.

“who hides their first aid kit so hard-“ the voice stopped as the figure noticed you’re awake. you immediately recognised the suit, but your eyes widened when you saw the superhero wasn’t wearing her mask.

her face was also enveloped in shock, as you could only blur out one thing.

“..danielle?”

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

“sorry..” she muttered as you winced, feeling the cotton pad press against your wound. “there’s usually no civilians… i should’ve been more careful.”

“don’t worry, danielle..” it felt weird, looking at one of the most famous heroes now and seeing your neighbour’s face. “it’s my job, you couldn’t know anyone would be stupid enough to come so close.”

with a deflated sigh, danielle lowered the hand that was holding the cotton pad. “you’re a reporter… are you gonna tell, uhm..” she awkwardly gestured to herself and the spiderwoman’s mask lying on your nightstand.

“no, of course not.”

“really?”you nodded your head softly, making her smile.

“i would’ve never though that my neighbour would be the famous spiderwoman…” you chuckled slightly. “guess you’re really ‘friendly neighbourhood spiderwoman’ huh?”

she laughed a bit. “yeah, guess you could say that.” danielle then cleared her throat. “so um… do you maybe wanna get a coffee after this? maybe tomorrow, my treat?”

“me?”

“well, i think you’re very pretty! and i kinda owe you for that camera you broke…”

“no, no you don’t owe- MY CAMERA BROKE?!”

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

#newjeans #newjeans x reader #new jeans #new jeans x reader #danielle #danielle marsh #danielle x reader #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye #mo jihye x reader #hanni #minji #hyein #haerin

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f1-giuki · 6 months

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one of your girls by troye sivan for landoscar?? you decide if its fluff or angst or smut!!! xx ellie <3

ELLIE OH MY GOD THIS CONSUMED ME!!!!! and made me want to write a 50k fic about drag queen Oscar....................

I made it fluffy!!! Hope you like it!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

one of your girls - prompt post

When Lando saw his face smashed against a bright orange jumping ball in Silverstone, a few years back, he knew that marketing-and-PR-approved activities were a scam, but now, sitting in a random living room with pink walls next to a guy named Brian, while Oscar is getting initiated to the art of drag, he thinks they’re downright torture.

He should explain himself better. He’s in Los Angeles, with Oscar, waiting for the Las Vegas GP, and doing fun promotional activities, one of them consisting of going to a drag queen’s house and filming some kind of YouTube video where one of them gets into drag and the other plays the teasing idiot part, which isn’t very far from their usual dynamic. But there’s something absolutely toying with Lando’s brain, a stupid childlike desire to touch and look in awe. It’s not something he can show on camera.

The problem is not the Brian on the couch, or the other Brian currently securing a wig on Oscar’s head, the problem is Oscar’s cute face with make-up on, with pink cheeks and lips. That he gets to observe that is wild to him. He should pay for a ticket to see it, like for a museum. Maybe Mclaren is already paying for the two Brians. Oscar looks at him amused in the mirror and Lando realises whatever money the team is paying isn’t enough.

“Oscar you’re a diva, you could give Courtney Act a run for her money!” Make-up Brian is saying to the camera.

Oscar tilts his head and looks at the wig, copper and full of soft curls. It’s different, but not in a bad way. The make-up is fairly natural, nothing too crazy, but he knows that if Lando were at the club and saw him like this he’d buy her a drink and suggest somewhere to go later. Lando’s discombobulated face in the mirror as Oscar winks confirms it.

“It looks exactly like in that music video! Lando, you should get shirtless,” couch Brian suggests and Lando remembers the camera filming him.

He rolls his eyes, ready to burst out with his best actually! and put his cap backwards on his head. He has a reputation to keep up. He thinks he can be a simp with some dignity left.

They wrap up the shooting after Lando is well-roasted with insults and his cheeks are on the verge of turning permanently red after looking at Gracinda Outback, Oscar Piastri for her friends.

Some behind-the-scenes content is filmed again and then the Mclaren people leave the room. The two Brians look at Oscar and Lando and laugh, leaving them some space. Lando is grateful for the privacy during his mental breakdown.

Oscar gets down from the make-up chair, a bit wobbly on his feet. He’s still wearing his skinny jeans and sneakers, but make-up Brian gave him a soft pink blouse, flowy and plum-coloured. He’s a sight. Lando looks at him and groans, making Oscar roll his eyes fondly.

“You like this, I’d reckon…” Oscar mumbles and Lando scoffs.

Oscar smiles and Lando takes his hands.

“You should trademark your face,” Lando mumbles, taking Oscar’s hand in his.

“Should I?” He asks, as Lando softly embraces him.

Lando hums and looks at Oscar in the mirror again. He’s lucky Oscar is already his.

“Pop culture iconography is fucking standing in front of me!” Lando states and he hides his face in the crook of his neck.

“You’re weird,” Oscar mumbles as Lando leaves soft kisses along his jaw.

“You like it,” Lando says, looking at Oscar and nearly fainting when he sees how the flowy blouse accentuates the soft curves of Oscar’s body.

“I do…” Oscar grins, before leaving a soft kiss on Lando’s lips, making him taste the strawberry-scented lip gloss.

#landoscar #landoscar fic #ao3 #f1 rpf fic #landoscar fluff #lovely ellie

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rowdyhughesy · 2 years

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The Start - Jack Hughes

Small blurb for my The Producer AU

Y/E/C = your eye colour

It felt as if the world stopped spinning the moment she opened the door. Coming face to face with the whole Devils roster, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she can’t form any words. Standing there in the doorway with her lips opening and closing like a fish out of water. The camera slipping from her hands but Lawson is there quickly to catch it before it shatters on the ground.

Whipping her head around she stares eyes wide at her coworkers and best friends along with Devils employees. Someone clears their throat behind her, making Y/N turn back around. Nico Hischier gives her a big smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, behind him stands Miles Wood. Signature toothless smile and big frame feels like it’s towering over her.

Barely having the time to process Nico pulls her into a hug, warm arms engulfing her and she can’t help but think dang he gives great hugs.

Pulling away from the hug she goes around greeting and having small talk with the roster.

When she gets to Jack her breath gets stuck in her windpipe. She knew he was attractive, hell every girl that’s ever seen him knows that he’s a good looking guy but coming face to face with the hockey player has her palms grow clammy with nervous sweats.

“I’m Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you Jack.”

Talking to Jack comes like second nature, he makes her laugh until her stomach hurts and when it’s time for the team to do their usual routines before warm ups she feels a little sad. That her time with Jack has come to a stop and she almost want to ask him to stay but they both have a job to do. Giving him a hug along with the others as a goodbye and a good luck she walks back over to her friends.

Until Jack glances over at her and the hockey guys on his way out and stops. Walking over to the group he taps the girl on her shoulder. A confused look on her features when she looks over her shoulder.

Y/E/C meets blue and the same tingly feeling comes back as she realises Jack hadn’t left yet.

“This might be really weird of me but do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?” Her pink lips turn up in the corners at how nervous he seems. The ever confident and charming Jack Hughes is timid and it makes the butterflies in her stomach go wild.

“I’d really really like that Hughes.”

#the producer au series #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #hockey blurb

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preciadosbass · 2 months

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1/8/24

woke up at 7 but went back to sleep and woke up properly at 10. finished listening to slipknots’ the gray chapter while scrolling through my pinterest feed and got dressed into camo jorts + a skinless shirt and put on all of my bracelets. i love making up new outfits because i always theme the things i wear and make the colours match my shoes, jewellery, etc.

also, i had a pretty odd dream last night, so i’m gunna try and explain it. i met gerard way while i was just about to get to the venue mcr we’re playing in. he was really friendly and i took a few videos with him but then he obviously had to go and play. most of the dream was just me and him talking but i don’t remember what it was about. after he left i continued making my way to the venue and saw them play around 3 songs until i decided i was going to change for some reason?

so i went out of the venue to change and they wouldn’t let me back in so i didn’t see anymore of the show and it was really sad 😭 i woke up thinking it was real and i checked my camera roll for videos of me and gerard and then i realised.. lmaoo — i’m still mad it didn’t happen cuz like even though i only saw three songs that’s still three songs!! and i befriended gerard!! i think i had this dream because i was thinking about mikey ways instagram story before i fell asleep. but like.. he was SO NICE oh my god i know it wasn’t real but i honestly think this is going to trigger a gerard hyperfixation he was so much like how he is in videos and stuff

after getting ready i went to the garden to collect a few stinging nettles so i can make tea later. i ended up getting these weird spikey seeds all over my jorts and hair. there were barely any that weren’t turning yellow but i’m not too bothered because i don’t like the taste anyways, id rather have a smaller amount. i’m only having it because it’s apparently healthy and water makes me sick although it’s one of my favourite drinks.

once i got back inside i made a pinterest board dedicated to alt/punk diy’s i can try out sometime. ive started making patch pants/patches/bottlecap badges/bleached clothes [etc] + i’m currently collecting can tabs to make a bracelet/chain for my trousers but i don’t have enough and ive unfortunately lost my fabric paint for my patches. either way, i still like looking at patch inspo and stuff and i could try and use bleach instead of paint.

i came across a post of a soup can tab with beads threaded onto it with that bendy copper metal stuff and attempted to make one with a normal can tab and a skull bead id chopped off a bracelet i got for 10p at a bootsale. it didn’t look anything like the original and the photo i took of it [shown at end] makes it look 10x more horrendous than it actually is but it looks cool when i wear it.

after looking through some 2023 gerard pics i put fight club on because i’m finally not too tired/busy to watch it!! i briefly played roblox while watching it because i’m the worst at keeping my attention on one thing without getting distracted, i was just as bad while watching beetlejuice. i went out to living room to have something to eat [this feels so embarrassing to say omfg] and came back to my room to carry on watching it at 2:50.

it finished at 4:30 [i honestly thought i’d understand it better, but quite a lot of it just went right over my head. anyways, i liked the way the characters talked.] and then made my ‘this user’ posts, collected gifs for my future posts, + made them drafts up until 5:50 when i finally made my nettle tea. i thought i’d boiled the nettles too much like i usually do but it was actually really weak.

i drank about half because it was making my throat feel really weird so i went out to the driveway and sat with boris while i started making a basket thingy on depop. i think it was making me feel weird because the last time i made it [which was ages ago, i often forget how it tastes] id add honey while i’m boiling it. it could’ve just been too raw, or maybe it’s because of my heightened senses.

i found some really cute stuff. i added a monster energy beanie, a bat belt buckle, a beetlejuice pin [cuz i can never have enough pins], a bat necklace, a cookie monster cap, a long black beaded necklace, a blue fox cap, and a long sleeve black and red striped shirt that i’ve already made up an outfit for etc. after some time of that i went back inside and got ready for my walk. me and my mum walked around where my old primary school was so it was really nostalgic.

i ended up picking up like 30 blackberries because they’re starting to come out now and had a few after looking up how many cals they are. after being back home for like 10 minutes i watched my dad play natural disaster [it was hilarious he got so confused everytime he died] for like ages up until we had to be quiet because my sister was ‘trying to sleep’ so i watched a few clips of mcr interviews and cuddled boris.

i ranged from being in my room to cuddling boris for a while until i had a bit of a smoothie + went upstairs to ask my parents questions about boris. beforehand my dad was giving me advice for the lighting on this picture i took of the smiler when we went to alton towers at the start of july. i then asked the questions [took just about as much time as it usually would and came downstairs to boris at 1:20 [or something.]

i gave him his last meal of the day, told him about my day and finished saying goodnight to him at 2:14. i give him these treats he really loves every night but he was extra happy about me handing them to him today. i wrote the rest of my journal entry thing at 2:17 and went to sleep at 2:30. i am not excited to wake up early tomorrow.

have a good day/night -_<

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breezingwing · 9 months

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BARK TO JOIN <3

You sit down, looking at the slim datapad in your hands.

True, signing up with a big guild like that - piloting your own spaceship delivering cargo required some security precautions. Made sense they wanted you to use an in-house developed comms system.

You've already input all the login credentials. You expected to see a list of channels and contacts to message. instead you're confounded by the message on the screen.

[Speak to join]

The background behind the message sways and spins gently. You try again:

"Hello?.." Nothing happens.

God it would take SO long to contact your recruiter to get help with this. you were supposed to get in contact using this, but why isn't it working? Would your coworkers think worse of you for taking so long? Would your handler reprimand you for it?

You just stare at the screen. You're supposed to be annoyed, but the pretty colours of the app you're using make it difficult. Its hard to pull your eyes away from the screen, even.

"Why isn't it working..?" - You didn't mean to whine in such a pathetic-sounding way, but it just came out like that.

Nothing happens.

You feel like something on the screen is changing, but you can't tell what. was the version of this thing always PUP2.4.2_K9? You feel dizzy from racking your brain so much. Pup, Canine, duh! I should just bark and it'll let me in!

Before you can discard the thought as strange and intrusive, the message on the screen changes:

[Bark to join] Below that, the message helpfully explains:

(Like a puppy!) Next to the advice a small animated emoji of a dog barks, the chiptune sound of it is coming trough your speakers.

Seems like advice for bitches so dumb they cant read

Some smart part of you thinks this is weird and suspicious. A bigger part of you, that is growing larger by the second, is just happy with the progress. The spiraling background seems to quicken.

You let out a hearty bark, out loud, not holding back. Nobody could hear you, anyway, right? The screen finally reacts! it says [More!] So you bark more! "woof woof woof!"

You feel so giddy and excited for some reason. The screen asks for more, so you keep barking!

The screen buzzes in red. It takes effort to read the long message: [Time limit reached: Failure]

But why??? Its difficult to explain the heartbreak. You whine pathetically, again, until the screen changes once more:

[Pant, doggy! tongue out!]

You do just that, eagerly.

You really want it to work! you don't really remember why you were doing it in the first place, anymore. The screen in front of you flashes briefly, calling you a good dog. It feels so nice.

The screen continues: [Show tits to join chat]

You keep panting as you read the command, and then you bark without thinking as you basically slap at your shoulders to let the straps of your tanktop fall to the sides, the top quickly following them down and exposing your perky tits to the screen.

You dont even think about such high concepts as "modesty", as you shove your tits to the screen, not to mention things such if the datapad even has a camera or not, and if its recording.

Right away, The screen changes to a videocall. There's a group of maybe 6 people or so in the call. They all start speaking at the same time:

"Here's the bitch!" "What a stupid mutt!" From the sudden change, all the voices feel like there's hundreds, no, thousands of people watching. Maybe there ARE, what do you know, mutt?

Their tone changes rather quickly though: "Finally figured out your place! good girl! Speak!" You blush heavily as you listen to their commands and obey. That's what you're supposed to do, right?

Your handler commands you to play with your tits and nipples in front of others. You do just that, like the good girl you are.

Your tongue is always out and panting, which makes you look dumb. You don't know that, Its just what the people in the screen told you.

They also tell you that your tits look great and that you should show them more. It makes you happy, and you'll happily listen to their advice.

Your handler tells you the time for your next meeting. Your pup-bitch brain cant comprehend it, so she has to explain that you'll be seeing her and others again later. She promises you'll remember the date and time after you get some rest. Then she commands you to bow your puppy head before all your coworkers, in order, and disconnects the call. You spend the next hour in bed, happily purring and rolling around, finally found your place in the world.

(Next time you came on camera for the first time. the handler called you a good girl again. great workplace)

#oc #fanfic #puppygirl #puppyposting #hypnosis #?#bottomposting

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legally-allowed-to-slime · 10 months

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All was cal-

No, wait. A disturbance in the water.

There was a thunk as the oar collided with the sand. The boat swayed unsteadily in the water for a few seconds before it popped into an inventory.

An inventory belonging to the intruder who gingerly stepped over the cherry bushes that lined the island border, before trudging into the muddy puddle below the oversized wooden heart. He sucked in the cold air through his teeth and looked up the ladder.

“Come on in” was the verdict that boomed from above.

He steadily ascended and reached the top, an uneven wooden platform that went up on both sides, cast in shadow by a cherry leaf curtain.

Ooh, I shouldn’t have come here at night, it’s chilly, Jimmy thought. He looked up at the three men that were stood at seemingly random spots.

There was a pause, thick with tension and-

“Why’s he staring at us and not saying anything?” Skizz whispered to Tango.

“Shh!’ Tango shushed him. “We’re a cool, unbothered mafia group, remember? Stop ruining our image!” He raised his voice said menacingly, “What do you want, mortal?”

“We’re mortals too, you know,” Bigb mumbled, but no one seemed to be listening.

“Also, ‘’mortal’ is more of a god thing than mafia thing, Tango,” Skizz advised. “It ain’t Decked Out.”

Jimmy tried to ignored them and reached into his inventory, clutching a cold, hard diamond. “Keep it down. One of these, and maybe place a few extra in the dropper, eh? If you know what I mean.”

Skizz came forward and took the diamond. “Consider it done. Say nothing about this.”

“Or you might end up on the… Naughty List,” Tango called from his perch above.

“Tango! That just makes you sound like Santa Claus!” Bigb hissed. “You’re one to talk about being, oh, so cool, and suave, ooh, look at me, I’m wearing, you know, slick sunglasses-”

“At least I’m trying!” Tango snapped back, “You’re just sitting there being silent and weird.”

“What? It’s threatening! It’s about the suspense-”

Skizz cleared his throat. “You heard him. Don’t anger the Foundation, or you’ll be off the dropper. Right?”

“Got it. Got it,” Jimmy said hastily, and threw in an extra diamond for good measure. “I’ll be off.”

He left.

Skizz turned to the other two.

“What, and we’re not even going to rig the dropper?” Bigb said, not looking up.

“Who’s gonna know?” Tango grinned, and shrugged. “It’s free diamonds. It’s dirty money. We already have the server in our hands. They’re all giving up this precious stuff just for a chance to gain those three bloody hearts.”

“Hey, no swearing,” Skizz said.

“Bloody as in, the colour of blood. Red. Okay, maybe a bit brighter. It’s a metaphor, Skizz! My point still stands.”

“It’s true, they won’t even dare to touch us ‘cos they’ll be off the list.” Bigb said.

“I do know that,” Skizz smirked, or whatever his idea of a smirk was anyway. “And I plan on using that to our full advantage. MuahahahaaAAAhh-!”

“He’s choking, man!” Bigb said in panic, “Tango, help!”

Tango rushed forward. “Heimlich Manoeuvre, Heimlich! First step, okay, are you choking?”

Skizz stopped, straightened up, and groaned. “No thanks, Tango. Aw, being evil isn’t good on my throat. I think I’ll stick to being wholesome.”

Pause.

Imagine a camera zooming out on the sun setting over a tranquil ocean, as the boys settle down for a good night’s sleep.

Okay, now all was calm.

#after watching tango’s episode ooh i have THOUGHTS #consider: mafia heart foundation #heart foundation #the heart foundation #skizzleman #tangotek #bigbst4tz2 #secret life #secret life smp #life series #life smp #trafficblr #traffic smp #traffic series #traffic life series #traffic life smp

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mons-immortalium-if · 11 months

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I noticed that the description for how lovely ROs is a kinda vague, so if it isn't spoilery or anything, can you tell us more about them? Who they are what they do, etc etc

Just go full on dating show host about it

This got a little out of hand, but I had fun with it :)) This is kinda set pre MC joining, but also Arashi can speak for himself.

Interviewer: Let’s start simple. What is your favourite colour? Solis: Red. Nox: Blue. Arashi: Black.

Interviewer: Ok, I see everyone is very talkative today. We’ll keep it going. Cold weather or warm weather? Solis: It doesn’t really matter to us fae, not in the same way you humans experience the weather. But I suppose I do have a preference for warmer weather and sunny days in general. Nox: *shrugs* Warm, just because people wear less clothes. Arashi: Cold.

Interviewer: Cat or dog person? Solis: Dog. Nox: Cat. Arashi: I’d prefer a falcon, or any kind or bird. But if I had to choose between the two, cat.

Interviewer: And tying to this next question, do you have any pets? Solis: *pales slightly* Nox: *laughs* Touchy subject? Solis: *clearing his throat* No, no pets. Nox: Anymore. Interviewer: Please no fighting. This is only the fourth question. Nox: Fine. None for me either. Unless you count that one fish that likes to hang around the pools in the dungeon. Arashi: No pets.

Interviewer: Favourite place? Solis: The top of the palace. There’s an alcove you can see most of the island from. Sometimes, when there’s fog, you can almost pretend there’s no dome. Nox: My room. *grinning* I can show it to you after we’re done here. Interviewer: Let’s keep it professional, please. Arashi? Arashi: Hmm. It is not on the island. There’s a mountain top I once visited, hot springs in a vast expanse of rolling snow. It felt like it was at the end of the world, a peaceful place untainted by the outside world. A place just for me. I long to return there one day.

*everyone stares at the man*

Interviewer: Um, ok. That was - Thank you for the answer. What is your favourite Ice cream flavour? Solis: Vanilla. Nox: Chocolate. Arashi: Irish cream brownie flavour. *pause* Nox: Can I change my answer?

Interviewer: No. How do you celebrate your birthday? Solis: Oh this is a fun one. My siblings and I usually do something simple for each of our birthdays. There’s cakes and gifts, and just the four of us spending time together. Nox: Must be nice. Solis: … Um yes… Nox: I don’t do much celebrating. It became pointless after a while in this cursed place. Arashi: Can’t really remember when my birthday is. Hane: *pokes her head in the room* You do. And you cele- Arashi: *death glare* Hane: I’ll excuse myself.

Interviewer: Right, ok. *flips through the notepad* Do you guys have any tattoos? Solis: No for me. Nox: *grins* Interviewer: Play nice! Nox: You could say I have a few. *pauses* *looks into the camera* If anyone is curious to see them all- Interviewer: Nope, moving on. Arashi, it’s your turn. Arashi: *pauses* Hane: *pokes head* Arashi: *glares* Hane: *closed the door behind her* Interviewer: I’ll mark that as a maybe. Nox: *slaps a hand over Arashi’s shoulder* A man of mystery. I like it.

Interviewer: Ok, next question. What is your… room like? *pinched brige of the nose* I can already see how this one is going to be. Solis: Um, that’s a bit of a weird question. My room is normal? It’s homey and with a few personal items. Some plants, some books… Nox: Mine is dark. Interviewer: *stares at him* Nox: *stares back* *smiles shyly* You’ll have to come and see it for yourself if you want more details. Interviewer: Of course… Arashi: Mine is a simple room. I only need a bed and a few… personal items. Interviewer: Ok, we’ll not dwell on that one. What never fails to make you smile? Solis: My siblings. *cock his head* Though they also make me frown a lot. Nox: *grinning* That cute face of yours. Interviewer: *ignores him* *looks towards Arashi* Arashi: *thinks for a while* *smiles to himself* People falling down the stairs.

Interviewer: What was your first kiss like? Nox: Oh, we’re getting to the good stuff. *rubs hands together* Mine was, hmm, interesting. If you can believe it, it came after we’d already- Interviewer: I should have really set some rules for this interview before we started. Solis: That would have been wise, yes. Interviewer: I just assumed that, you know, some things are obvious. Solis: Common sense is mostly lost on our kind, you should have known this better than anyone. Interviewer: Yes, you’re right. I’ll do better next time. Solis: *smiles* I know you will. Nox: *gagging noises* Solis: Anyway. First kisses are always a bit intense. Mine was tender and unsure, but worth the worry that came before it. Nox: Lame. Interviewer: *eye twitching* What about you Arashi? Arashi: Sloppy. Interviewer: Anything more to add? Arashi: Bloody. Interviewer: Why did I even ask? *sighs* Any prized possessions? Solis: I have a locket that belonged to my mother. It is one of the few things that remain of her. Nox: Nope. Attachments are pointless. Arashi: My katana.

Interviewer: Have you ever lost someone you love? Solis: *goes wide eyed* Nox: *sighs* *brushes hand through his hair* You’re really stirring some shit with this one. Arashi: We have lived long lives. Of course we would have lost people along the way. Nox: *turns to look at him* I’m a bit surprised you of all people would say that. Arashi: *shrugs* I was a child once.

Interviewer: Ok, a cuter question next. You find a genie and are granted 3 wishes. What are those wishes? Solis: I think I speak for all of us when I say the first thing we’d wish is for the dome to be gone. *others nod* Solis: My second wish would be for the fae and humans to get along. And then maybe… For someone to take again the throne of the faeries and lead us towards a better future. Nox: *yawns* I’d wish for, after the dome thing, for endless honeywine and orgies. Solis: I hope you never find a genie. Nox: One can never know what you stumble upon on this island. Arashi: I’d like not to answer this one. Solis: Oh, come on, you’ve been so good at this until now. Nox: Yeah, more cooperative than I thought. Arashi: *ignores them* Interviewer: Please? Arashi: *frowns* I’d wish for peace and bloodshed. *everyone pauses* Solis: Better move on with the questions. Nox: Are there a lot more? It’s getting a little boring?

Interviewer: Right… Ok… Yeah, I’ve got a few more. Are you ticklish? Solis: I… think so? It’s, umm, been a while. Nox: Wouldn't you like to know? *grins* Arashi: No.

Interviewer: You are stranded on an island and can only- Nox: Stranded on an island? Really? Solis: It’s a little funny. Intentional? Interviewer: Umm, yes, totally. So, stranded on an island and you can only have 4 items and one companion, who and what do you bring? Solis: Only one companion? But… hmm, no, I would not want anyone to be stranded there with me. Nox: Is it a cursed island like this one? Can I wish for a boat? Interviewer: No, you can’t ask for a boat. Only things you can use on the island. Arashi: My sword, my pipe, a tent and rope. And Hane. Nox: *snorts* Yes, I’ll take Hane as well. We’ll be off the island before we get too comfy. Mare: *barges through the door* Just so you know, I am very offended you didn’t pick me. Nox: You want to be stranded on another island? Mare: Well, no. But it’s the principle. I’m your general. Nox: Stranded together, just you and me… Mare: Yeah, ok, the island wouldn’t be large enough for the both of us. Nox: *nods* My thoughts exactly. Mare: *exists* Solis: A tent as well, a fishing rod, a torch… and maybe a book. Nox: A hammock, a pillow, maybe a blanket and a huge jar of honeywine.

Interviewer: Have you ever committed murder? Solis: Define murder? Nox: Oh come on, golden boy. With our lifespan? Let’s not pretend we’re saints, we murdered quite a few individuals. Arashi: More than “a few”. Nox: *nods* A lot more.

Interviewer: What is your greatest fear? Solis: *raises an eyebrow* Are we really going there? Nox: Oh, oh, I can answer for him. He’s terrified of killing someone with his touch. *wiggles hands enthusiastically* Solis: *sighs* And you? You’re so shallow you’re only afraid there will be no more people for you to fuc- Interviewer: Ok, ok, keep it friendly. Arashi: I’m not afraid of anything. Solis. … Nox: … Yeah, no, that checks out. Arashi: *smirks*

Interviewer: What is your favourite thing about the night? Nox: *tries to act nonchalant* Solis: *smiles* Oh, how the tables turned. Nox: What are you on about? Nights were always lovely. Lots of steamy meetings happened after the sun sets. Solis: *still smiling* Were? What about now? Nox: *muttering* You little prick. Now… I particularly enjoy the… moments right before dawn. See, I did it! Not a lie in sight. Solis: Surprising, but apparently true. It’s also something we have in common. Shocking. It’s always the quietest time, after all the parties have died down, right before others wake up. You can almost see the sun rising on the other side of the dome. Nox: If you have a vivid imagination, maybe. Solis: I said “almost”. Arashi: I like the pitch darkness. Perfect cover. Interviewer: Cover for what? Nox: You don’t want to know. Arashi: *smiles*

Interviewer: Ok, moving on. Are you holding grudges against anyone? Solis: No. Nox: No? Really?? Solis: It’s not a grudge! Nox: Could have fooled me… A no for me also. Arashi: Same. All of them are dead.

Interviewer: Not going to ask for clarifications. Do you fear death? Solis: Not really? But I don’t particularly want to die either. Nox: Hmm, I did once. But after so long... No, I don't think most of us here fear death. The prospect of being stuck here as a wraith though? That's a whole different subject, sweetheart. Arashi: Yes, but perhaps not in they way you'd think. One needs to fear death in order to conquer it. Needs to understand it in order to inflict it on others. Death is is my companion and I both fear respect it.

Interviewer: O...K... If you could choose to die, how would you want to go? Solis: Home, surrounded by my family. Nox: In battle. Arashi: In my sleep. Solis: Why was I expecting something bloodier? Especially after the whole "death is my companion" speech. Nox: Same. Like, you’re the most likely to actually die by sword. Arashi: Want to test that? Nox: Bring- Solis: No, he would not! Interviewer: Yes, thank you for your answers, but let’s not kill anyone. *reads next question*

Interviewer: Well, actually… *sighs* Name one person you'd kill for. Solis: Any of my siblings. Though they are quite capable themselves. *ponders for a moment* Actually they are probably more prone to do the killing… Nox: I don’t know. Anyone who’d ask nice enough? *shrugs* If the person deserved it and can pull up a fight. I’m always down for a challenge. Arashi: Myself, I’m no one’s executioner.

Interviewer: Have you ever gotten pleasure from causing pain to anyone? Solis: What is with these questions? Nox: Yes, did you write them yourself? And more importantly, are we almost done?? Interviewer: Irrelevant, just answer. We only have a few more. Solis: No. Nox: Not really. Arashi: Yes. Interviewer: What do you mean “not really”? Nox: *shrugs* There’s a high you get in battle, a rush when you bring your opponent down. But it’s unrelated to the pain caused, more so to do with victory and skill. Interviewer: I see. And Arashi, you answered “Yes”? Arashi: Yes. Nox: Some kinds of pain can be pleasurable. *grins* Oh, can I change my answer?

Interviewer: No, moving on. Name one thing from your past that you regret. Nox: Ok, I’m out. *gets up and leaves* Interviewer: Wait! What? Solis: Really? That was the question that got to him? Arashi: *extends hand* Solis: *sighs* Fine, you win. *places a little pouch in Arashi’s hand* Interviewer: Were you betting on how long he’ll last?? Solis: Yes, I really thought he’d get bored faster. Arashi: He’s not as shallow as you paint him to be. *gets up as well* I guess this concludes our interview. But to answer your last question, I only regret getting trapped in this cage. *leaves* Solis: *sighs* Regrets, where do I start? *gets more comfortable on the chair* The very first memory that still haunts my dreams can be traced all the way back to-

#thank you for the ask ♡#lovely anon #mons immortalium #interactive fiction #char:solis #char:nox #char:arashi #ro ask #thank you ♡#ro interview #this as fun

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tomura-complex · 1 year

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Babysitter or something more? Part 2

Part 1

I’m sorry it took so long, but I’m back with another part! I hope you will like it and enjoy it. I wish you nice reading <3

Many weeks flew by… I visited Shouta and babysat Eri few more times. But something changed… I have never seen Tenko again. Last time I was at Shouta’s house, he quickly got inside and ran to his room, and then he locked himself up. No greeting, nothing. I felt kind of bad for him. Maybe I scared him. Was I ruder than I should be. “Ten leaves his room almost every night. I always hear him opening the window. And after a long while, he comes back.” Eri mumbled, when we were reading last time.

Her words are stuck in my mind. Last three weeks I didn’t have much time thanks to school, so I didn’t see Shouta and Eri often. Last night… I heard something strange. Something like rustling behind my bedroom window. But it was probably just cat or something. My eyes slowly closed. Last few nights I had trouble with sleeping. I was still hearing something. But tonight, it didn’t take long to fall asleep. Warm breath brushed over my face. I slowly opened my eyes and feel cold breeze and a click. A click of my window. I stood up and look at my window. My heart is beating out of my chest. This isn’t real, I’m just dreaming. I dragged into my kitchen and poured some fresh water. Then I saw something. Little red light in the corner of my kitchen. I stepped to it and looked at it. Wait. I turn on the light and saw a small black box. That’s… that’s a camera. How. How did it get there? I took it off and went back to sleep.

--next week--

Those weird things keep happening. I feel like I’m paranoid and overreacting, but this is too much. I feel like someone is watching me. I found camera in every room, even straight in the shower! I can’t really sleep. I’m scared that someone will come inside through my window. I even bought lock for every window and my door. Buzzing of my phone snapped me out of the madness.

‘Hi Y/n, I’m sorry, but I really need your help today. We have a lot of work at UA and I need to work overtime today. Could you please look after Eri? I would be really happy if you did so.’ Oh. Maybe spending time with Eri could help me. I answered Shouta a yes and walked out of my apartment. I need to get out.

I helped Eri with her homework and cleaned the kitchen and the living room. “Why are you still shaking? It’s warm here.” Eri mumbled and held my hoodie. “Sorry sweetheart… I think I’m getting sick, so I’m feeling cold.” I smiled at her. Then she beamed. “Ten has a heavy blanket in his room! He wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it.” She beamed and ran to his room. He is still at uni. Maybe… I could borrow it for a little while? I walked right behind her and walked inside his room. It is… a big room full of mess and trash. There is a lot of kitchenware, clothes and emptied cans. I stepped nest to Eri and she handed me the blanket. I thanked her and threw it over me. It feels so warm. We then walked down and I handed her a colouring book. I cuddled into the blanket and watched her. The blanket… feels so warm. And. It smells so nice. I accidentally fell asleep in the warm embrace.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Someone yelled and waked me up. Then they yanked the blanket off me and I fell down. I opened my eyes and shoot up. “Ten! That was rude!” Eri shouted. I rubbed my eyes and turn around. It’s him. He... has changed… “Why didn’t dad let me look after you? Wait. You were in my room? What did I tell you about it?” He shouted. I felt how Eri clenched my hoodie sleeve. I gritted my teeth. “It is your little sister. She wanted to help me. To make me feel better.” I slowly stood up. “You should apologise to her. You’re her older brother.” I grumbled. He looked into my eyes and huffed. Then he turned away and walked into his room. I growled. “Give me one minute.” I smiled at Eri and quietly walked to his room. I politely knocked on his door. Then I entered his room. “Tenko, I’m sorry, but… Eri just wanted to help me-“

My kitchen. My bedroom. My bathroom. My shower. My… my bedroom from another angle. Everything was on the screen. On the screen of his computer. I felt frozen in the place. My heart was in my throat. He... I looked at him terrified. He had an expression of a surprised little innocent boy. He stood up and walked to me. In a glimpse, his expression changed into something even worse. I had sudden urge to empty my stomach… my heart. I ran into the bathroom and fell to my knees. I felt him raise my hair. “Don’t ruin your beautiful hair.” He whispered. After a minute the urge finally stopped. My throat is sore and itching. I hate puking so much. He handed me a glass of water and a towel. I sat down and drank. Then I dried my lips. My whole body is shaking and I feel like I’m freezing. “Ten? What’s wrong with Y/n-chan?” Eri squeaked. I looked at her. “I’m sorry sweetie, but... I don’t feel really well.” “Let’s dress up and walk Y/n home, what do you think? She needs to rest.” Tenko mentioned and Eri started bouncing. “Yes!” She squeaked and ran to dress up. Tenko hold my hands, but I smacked him. I stood up and slowly walked downstairs. I need to get out. Get out of everything. I grabbed my bag, but Tenko smacked my hand and took it from me. “Don’t overdo it.” He grinned. I… I’m scared of him… Eri ran to me and grabbed my hand. I smiled at her and went outside. We slowly walked to my apartment. Of course, that Tenko knows where it is. I grabbed my keys. “Can we go inside? We will make you some tea… Reassure that you have everything…” Tenko mused. “No.” I snapped. Then I saw how Eri got sad. I squatted to her. “I’m sorry sweetie. I will go, so you won’t be sick.” I smiled at her and went inside. As soon as I could I locked myself inside. I panted heavily. My legs trembled. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! This is not good. I look at one of the cameras and gulped. This is not good. I started ripping every camera of and breaking it. It was him. The whole time. It was only and only him. Why did I feel close to him? I was so dumb, oh my god. I took a warm shower and made some tea. Then I looked at the last camera in my bedroom. I feel so dizzy. This is bad. I gulped and stood back up. Why is everything spinning? I took a chair and stood on it. This is really bad. Don’t tell me… don’t tell me that there was something in the water. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the camera. “I hate you.” I whispered and ripped the camera of the wall. I stepped down and quickly grabbed the bed. Everything is spinning. My eyes closed and my body gave up, falling to the ground.

-- two days later--

“Good morning sweetheart. You’re finally awake.” I slowly opened my eyes to… him. I jerked up and looked at him. What is. What. “You weren’t answering the phone more than two days. I was worried. Even my dad was calling you.” He smiled. Then he pulled his blanket up to my face. “You have fever and cough. You drained your body. I bought you medicaments and instant soup. You need something warm. And I will tell Eri and dad that you’re alright. Bye.” He whispered and kissed my hand. He then stood up and looked at me. Then he turned my back to me. “I’m not watching you. Not from now on.” He whispered and walked out of my apartment. Then I heard him locking my apartment’s door. My eyes feel heavy again and the blanket smelled nice I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep and fever dreams.

A/N: Woah. I didn't expect that this would turn out this way! And I think you didn't expect it too ;> Now I wil try and write another part of this mini serie. And I think that would be the last part. (but maybe not ;>) And I hope you will stick with me still another part!

and thank you for your support, it means a lot to me and it always makes my day! <3

Part 3

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