#maybe it’s the camera making the colours look weird but

[f0point5]

Everyone fangirling over Max’s living room has me so confused because what do you mean he has an off white couch on a grey rug and a coffee table whiter than a Love Islander’s teeth…all in front of that (gorgeous) dark shelving

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coupla ajaa memes

originals below cut as well as ID

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first image is in black and white. it's of Apollo and Trucy on a sidewalk, both standing and facing the camera. Trucy is holding up two peace signs and has her tongue stuck out while smiling. She has short hair that curls up on the ends. There are red hearts and sparkles around her. Apollo is standing upright, hands at his sides, and looking up through his eyebrows at the camera. His face is shadowed completely save for his red eyes. The caption reads "why dis 🐰 look so mad 😂😂😂"

second image is in colour and is of Trucy laying flamboyantly on the top of a piano that Klavier is playing. Trucy has dark skin and her normal outfit minus the cape and tophat. She is smiling and looking upwards while resting her chin on her hands and kicking her feet. Klavier has tan skin and is not wearing his purple jacket, instead has his black undershirt's sleeves rolled up as he plays the piano.

third image is in black and white and is captioned "after first kiss". Apollo is burying his face in his hands, eyes wide in panic, blushing, with little steam clouds coming off him. A thought bubble above him reads: "okay, we kissed. We kissed. I kissed prosecutor Gavin. It's fine, I'm fine... What was I thinking!? there's no way he's actually serious about being interested in me! That kiss had to have been a stupid dare among his... weird celebrity friend circle or- or just to make fun of me or-- or maybe I'm on a prank show? Does he have a prank show? Was all of this just a joke to him? I'm so stupid-"

Klavier is playing air guitar, blushing, and smiling wide. Behind him are the words: "LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO"

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[haikyu-mp4]

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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[authorhjk1]

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!

[girlyrafe]

christmas shopping.ᐟ

ʚɞ a december to remember

𖢔 notes: oh em gee I absolutely love love love this and am super proud of it + interact

── .✦ advent .ᐟ

summary: you make a skeptically Rafe go out Christmas shopping with you to buy others presents and he strangely realises how much he’s willing to do what you want at just a smile

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Rafe wasn’t quite sure how he ended up here—standing in the middle of a store, rocking back and forth on his heels like a lost puppy, staring up at the harsh, fluorescent lights above him with an exaggerated sigh. He was sure he was about to die of boredom. But then again, he couldn’t exactly blame you. After all, you had asked him with that smile—that smile, the one that always made him drop whatever he was doing and follow you, no questions asked.

 

Meanwhile, you were practically glowing with excitement, bouncing from one store to the next in your cosy winter gear, clearly in your element. The joy in your eyes was enough to make Rafe feel like he was part of something important, even if it did involve a never-ending parade of stores down the high street. You were on a mission: finding the perfect Christmas gifts for everyone you loved. And you were dragging him along for the ride.

 

At least, Rafe thought, he was picking up a few hints about what to get you. Every time you stopped to admire something—whether it was a pink heart-shaped necklace, a shiny digital camera, a couple of books that already slipped his mind, a coffee machine (as if he wasn’t already perfect at making it for you), or one of those cute Jellycat plush toys—your eyes would light up in that unmistakable way. Maybe, just maybe, he could use this to his advantage. Though, to be honest, he'd probably need to pay more attention if he didn’t want to mess it up.

 

Right now, you were crouched down in Sephora, your hand an explosion of swatches, each one more colourful than the last, as you searched for the perfect shade of lip gloss for one of your best friends’ Christmas gifts. Rafe stood a few steps away, trying his best to look uninterested, but the sight of you so focused—your brows furrowed in that adorable, determined way—was making it hard to pretend he wasn’t entertained.

 

He thought it couldn’t get any more ridiculous… until you stood up and flashed him that cheeky grin.

 

“Hold your hand out,” you said, your tone half-innocent, half-mischievous.

 

He immediately bristled. “Why? Don’t put that sh—”

 

“Please?” You didn’t even need to finish the sentence before he was holding his hand out like a total sucker, already knowing this was a battle he wasn’t going to win.

 

And then—ugh—something slimy tickled his skin as you applied the gloss to the back of his hand, your eyes narrowing as you studied it intently. He silently prayed for it to be over quickly.

 

And then—thank God—you seemed satisfied.

 

“This is the one,” you declared, practically bouncing on your feet as you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the counter, a triumphant gleam in your eyes. You paid no attention to his protests as you handed the gloss to the cashier, practically squealing with excitement as you watched the purchase happen.

 

Before you could even protest, though, Rafe was already pulling out his American Express, swiping it without a second thought.

 

You shot him an exaggerated pout. “Rafe, you didn’t—”

 

But before you could finish, he smirked at you, clearly pleased with himself, and tapped his card one last time.

 

In return?—well, you had your own currency that was reserved for Rafe, and to him, a million times more valuable than money, so you planted a quick, cheeky kiss on his cheek, the kind that made his stomach flip and his ego soar.

You tug him into yet another store, chattering away with that bright, playful energy of yours. "I need to get something for my college professor," you explain, and Rafe blinks, a little confused. "This is so weird," he mutters, because he remembers when he was in college—he never cared about buying professors gifts. But then again, you're you, and you're sweeter than sugar, so of course, you're doing this.

So here he is, trailing behind you as you drag him from one candle display to the next. You're holding up all sorts of scents, urging him to smell each one, and—honestly—most of them don't even smell that great. Rafe barely even takes a deep breath. He just nods along, trying to keep up with your excitement, until—finally—he sees the one that makes your eyes light up.

"That’s it, isn’t it?" he asks, grinning. You nod eagerly, and before you can say another word, he's already at the counter, paying for it like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"It's perfect," he says with a shrug, but you can tell he's secretly pleased—because if it makes you happy, then it's totally worth it.

The rest of the shopping trip was a blur of you dragging him from one store to the next while he sighed dramatically, pretending to be annoyed. The truth, though, was that his ego was practically inflating every time he’d swipe his card to cover whatever you picked out. Whatever the “nonsense” was—he was more than happy to pay for it, followed by his smug smile.

 

And now, with bags in hand, you two were walking back to the car, your arm snugly looped through his, your head resting contentedly on his shoulder as you both made your way through the crisp evening air. You insisted on carrying at least one bag, and of course, he gave you the lightest one—as if he’d let you carry anything else.

 

But as you snuggled closer to him, your lips curving up into that sweet smile, Rafe didn’t mind the bags—or the chaos of the day—one bit. In fact, he thought this might just be his favourite part of Christmas shopping.

 

As Rafe carefully piled your shopping bags into the trunk of his sleek SUV, he couldn’t shake the warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through him. There was something about today—the bustle of Christmas shopping, the way you lit up over every little thing, the soft laughter that echoed between the aisles—that made his chest feel a little fuller, like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

 

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he stole a glance at you in the passenger seat. You looked so effortlessly gorgeous, your head tilted just slightly, eyes sparkling with that mischievous, contented glint. Honestly? It felt like an angel had settled right next to him.

 

You caught his gaze, your lips curling into a grin. “I’ve had the best day,” you said, your voice soft and sincere. “I love you.”

 

Rafe’s heart did a little flip. Without thinking, he leaned across the seat, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and pressed his own against yours in a tender kiss. It was one of those quiet moments that felt like it could stretch on forever, where the world outside seemed to pause just for a beat.

 

“Mhm,” he murmured against your lips as he pulled away just slightly, his hand still resting near your cheek. “It’s been better than I thought.”

 

He paused for a beat, his eyes twinkling with something unreadable. He didn’t just mean the shopping, though he’d never admit it out loud. Truthfully, it wasn’t the endless bags or the crowded stores that made his heart swell. It was this—you—right here beside him, the way you made every moment feel special, even the simplest ones. And that? That was worth more than any gift or shiny new lip gloss.

©GIRLYRAFE

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 2

Moniker: Farah Risk Level: Low. Farah has never been detained and is visiting freely. Brief: Loss of virginity, virginity kink. Safeword: Refer to first brief.

I trust Farah fully, she will look after you. I’ll be watching - Price

“Still doing ok? Think your hymen is pretty thin, so you might tear a little” Farah asked, her finger slowly pressing up inside of you.

You liked her, she was gorgeous in casual lounge wear and had greeted you warmly. The room was set up similarly to yesterday but now with colourful drapes enclosing the bed like a warm cocoon and a table set up full of snacks and water. There was the faint scent of coconut from the oil she had liberally applied on her fingers and your pussy. It was very relaxed.

But then again she had also ordered you out of your clothes in the first 30 seconds and got her finger inside you as soon as you were bare.

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“Hm, and this?” she said while her thumb gently swept across your clit.

You sucked a sharp breath through your teeth. Still sensitive.

“Ah, I thought it looked a little tender. Soap is an animal” she said fondly. “I’ll be kinder. This is a gift you’re giving me and I’m not in the business of hurting those who give me gifts.”

She leaned over and pressed a quick, almost innocent peck to your sore clit and slowly pumped her finger as she sat back up and grabbed a strawberry off of one of the plates with her other hand. She was beautiful stretching over like that, but my God you did not know why how casual she was about a finger inside you was making you hot.

“Eat habibi, you need to relax.”

The strawberry burst in your mouth and you chewed slowly before swallowing, a pleasant sweetness left behind. She quite literally had you eating from the palm of her hand by the time she added a second finger.

You couldn’t quite decide how it felt. You’d tried it yourself sure, but honestly since your aim was always just to get off you usually didn’t go anywhere near your hole unless it was to gather up some lubrication. It had been strange having a tongue inside you, but the fingers were so much longer and able to stroke differently than Soap’s tongue had.

They kept brushing against what you assumed was your hymen. You hadn’t expected it to be in tact to be honest, you knew there was every likelihood it would have torn or stretched out already just with life. It didn’t really matter to you whether or not you bled when you lost your virginity. To be honest you just wanted it gone because while you understood it was a dumb social construct, that didn’t stop your brain from getting weird about it.

“You’re so tight” Farah said, the edge of a groan in her voice. “But you’ll take me so well. They raise little girls into women who think it is supposed to hurt, who have a voice telling them they are supposed to suffer to prove their worth.”

She curled one finger up and it rubbed against the top of your channel, searching for something.

“It is my privilege to undo the damage for those woman. I will fuck such pride into you that you will never know that voice again.”

It felt like a lightning bolt when her finger found what it has been searching for. She pressed up against the top of your channel and it felt like she had set you on fire as your legs spasmed at the sensation.

“There we are! It’s good that you’re sensitive here, not everybody is” she said, obviously pleased but still so shockingly casual about the whole thing as she smiled and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose. “It gives me some idea of angles for you, maybe today we won’t even need to touch you on the outside to have you peak.”

You wanted to whine at her for being so unaffected, so perfectly calm and collected in her soft sweats and hoodie.

Meanwhile Price was grinning like a madman watching Farah Karim be so fully affected by you on the cameras. She did not treat just anyone with such care, did not share small affections so easily. And she certainly did not struggle to smother the underlying groan of appreciation in her voice unless she was deeply, truly and entirely affected.

How could she not be? She didn’t hide her love of virgins. There was something about the trust it took to give that up to her, to let her slowly, painstakingly open you up so she could nestle inside you. She couldn’t wait to see how wet you made her strap, how sweetly your hole would clench around it. Her body would not take it’s pleasure from that weighty silicone, for virgins she did not pick a harness designed to stimulate her as well. The rush from knowing she was claiming something that society placed such a heavy weight on, the almost ritualistic feeling of the whole affair, that was what she wanted. Her pleasure could come later.

She was content to take her time, make sure your inexperienced pussy was nice and relaxed and welcoming. It wasn’t so different from taming a skittish animal, she had to make sure it felt safe enough to begin craving affection.

“That’s it, do you feel that? How your muscles are relaxing and you’re starting to loosen up for me? You’re doing perfectly habibi” she praised.

Oh her voice was so silky that it felt like it was caressing you, sliding against your skin. You felt how your body became more receptive, how your pussy began to massage around her two fingers as they scissored out to increase the stretch. You wanted more you realised. You couldn’t quite believe it, but you wanted more.

Maybe it was wrong of you, but you’d never quite understood the hype. The idea of someone pushing inside you, tearing part of you and then humping themselves into you over and over to seek their pleasure while you tried to adjust to the pain made you feel a little queasy. You so wanted to just get that first experience over with, were so certain it would be awful.

Now? Now you felt languid and warm. It wasn’t the frenzied heat that Soap had you in the day before, rather a slow, decadent sort of heat. One that only drizzled itself further over you as Farah fed you more ripe fruit that burst on your tongue.

“Farah?”

“Hm?”

“I would like you to take it. Take me.”

You were surprised by your own steady calmness, but it felt right. It felt like you had just figured out a part of who you were. It didn’t make you anxious to ask for what you wanted, didn’t have your body tensing. If anything it made you feel more free.

“It would be an honour” Farah answered with full sincerity as she slowly pulled her fingers from you and brought them to your mouth.

It felt natural to clean them off. Not awkward, not scandalous. Just natural, like her fingers belonged in your mouth with your tongue sensually snaking around them. You liked how you tasted on her.

“Keep yourself loose for me habibi” she said before kissing you quickly and going to strap up.

The kiss made your head spin and your body feel weightless. You really, really liked her.

It wasn’t uncomfortable or strange dipping two of your fingers into yourself now. Your body gave way easily for them, knife through warm and melting at the edges butter. You lazily fingered yourself and watched her fit the harness around her hips over her clothes. The cock she fitted didn’t look as intimidating as it would have when you walked into this room.

She had chosen something beginner friendly. It was about average length and thick enough to fill you without the stretch feeling impossible. The textured surface would help her nail your g-spot and she was near drooling at the image of you cumming hard around her cock, going absolutely limp and boneless from how it would feel to orgasm without her ever playing with your clit.

With that image firmly filling her thoughts she came back to you on the bed, slowly moving between your legs to nestle her strap between your thighs and rock it gently against you, careful to only bump your sore clit just barely.

“Here, let this melt slowly in your mouth, try focus on how it tastes” she said, taking a piece of chocolate and placing it on your tongue.

The silicone was dripping with oil so when it caught on your hole it was an easy push inside. The chocolate was unreal. It wasn’t like anything you had ever tasted and you were pretty sure from how luxurious it was that it cost more than what you made in a month (or used to, at least, this gig was incredibly lucrative).

It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t some mind blowing pleasure, it was more a pinch followed by a heavy fullness that made it tricky to catch your breath.

“Good, so good habibi. How’s the chocolate?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could let her taste it for herself, kissing her firmly with no worry about messiness or sexiness. You just wanted to be full of her everywhere, wanted her tongue dancing with yours.

It was a different feeling when you moved. The fullness was insistent and anytime another part of you felt it there was a spark across your body. You moaned wantonly into her mouth, licking the last of the melted chocolate from her tongue before taking a deep, incredible feeling breath and laying back down.

“Good?” she asked.

“So good. Love me.”

She smiled and gently grabbed your hips for purchase so she could slowly pull out a little and rock into you to let you adjust. Soon she was pulling out right to the tip and then firmly pushing back in to the root.

You let yourself go, no worrying about how you sounded or looked, just enjoying the experience with moans and your hands smoothing across your body. It felt good to squeeze your breast or trace patterns on your stomach and right now feeling good was what mattered.

“Ya Allah, you are so beautiful” she said on a gasp as she made love to you.

“So are you” you replied dreamily.

This whole experience was a dream. Your body felt so fucking good. It was as if your blood was syrup pumping lazily and richly through you, making everything sweet and sticky. Every slow thrust rubbed against that spot she had found earlier and compounded the feeling.

Your body worked itself up so, so slowly. It was a sharp contrast to how Soap had worked you the day before, hurling you over the cliff over and over so you didn’t know how to even think anymore. No, this was a more leisurely affair, your body taking it’s time, savouring every morsel of sensation before moving on to the next.

The orgasm was unlike anything you had ever experienced. It was just a natural progression of the pleasure that had been building rather than a sudden explosion and it felt like it lasted so luxuriously long. Your body was doing the same as it had been, savouring those ripe bursts of sensation before moving on to the next bite.

When finally the pleasure had all been tasted and swallowed down you sighed in bliss. It ached when Farah pulled out, but it was a good ache.

“That was amazing” you said.

“You were amazing” she replied, brushing her fingers against your cheek. “You bled for me.”

“Did I?”

You were honestly surprised. There hadn’t been much in the way of sharp pain or feeling like you were tearing, so you had thought you hadn’t and that there probably wasn’t any blood at all.

“You did. Would you allow me to keep it?”

You didn’t know how she meant to do that and you found you didn’t much care.

“It’s yours.”

Farah did her own aftercare with you, washing you and then massaging fragrant oil into your skin before hand feeding you while you talked for hours.

In a few weeks she would have a brand new bead for her bracelet and would wear your gift proudly on her wrist right next to all the others.

[kaivenom]

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.

Masterlist

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.

[thesharktanksdriver]

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

[writer-and-lover]

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.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

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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[piastrixpole]

chapter 4

pairing: oscar piastri x carlos sainz

genre: written, love island au

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Oscar had settled in. Well, for the most part anyway. The villa itself was... alright, the kind of flashy you’d expect from a show like this. But no matter how long he stayed, he doubted he’d ever get used to the cameras watching his every move. They were everywhere—mounted in corners, hidden in plants, hovering over them like quiet observers, ready to catch every moment.

Still, the people weren’t so bad. Definitely far better than he’d expected. There was an easy camaraderie with the guys, a balance between the banter and serious talks. And Logan… Logan was a surprise. He genuinely liked her. She was sweet but had that driven side to her, the kind of person he could see himself hanging out with even if they hadn’t been thrust into this villa together. If their paths had crossed at uni, maybe in a different context, he could picture them getting along, grabbing a coffee after class, discussing assignments and pretending not to procrastinate. It was a weird thought to have, but he appreciated it. Grounded him, in a way.

Despite that, he hadn’t given up on the idea that this whole thing could be over soon. That maybe, just maybe, he’d fly under the radar long enough for people to lose interest in him and he could go back home, slip back into his normal life. No scandal, no drama—he wasn’t here to play the villain. The way he saw it, the worst thing would be to make a fool of himself on national television. He didn’t need the entire country talking about him for the wrong reasons.

His hope of just being forgotten was quickly extinguished when a text alert interrupted the villa after lunch the following day with the announcement of a challenge. Oscar’ vaguely aware of the antics these tend to involve because Lando, as much as he will deny it, tuned into the show every night since they moved in together so Oscar caught things out of context. It’d be a miracle if he came out of this unscathed.

They were rounded up into an array of jeeps driven by crew members almost immediately. The jeeps bumped and jolted along a dirt road, taking them to what seemed like the middle of nowhere, away from the villa's pristine beaches and manicured lawns. Oscar squinted into the distance, trying to get a sense of where they were headed, but all he saw was a wide-open field stretching endlessly under the sun.

When they finally came to a stop, the islanders were led out of the jeeps and corralled together by production. "Alright, listen up!" one of the producers shouted over the chatter. "You’re going to run sexy in slow motion into the challenge area—like a Baywatch moment. We want this to look good for the cameras."

Oscar could feel his internal groan building. Of course they’d have them do something ridiculous like this. He could almost hear Lando’s voice in his head laughing at him, the inevitable memes already being drafted online. Still, there was no way out. He shot a glance at the other guys, all of whom seemed equally resigned to the situation. Even Carlos, ever the charmer, looked a bit hesitant as he glanced down at his open white shirt, probably wondering if he could pull this off without looking completely ridiculous.

"Sexy slow motion? Seriously?" Pierre muttered under his breath, earning a few snickers from the group. Oscar couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head.

After multiple takes that left him feeling progressively more uncomfortable, they were ushered into the set that had been built in this random field for the first challenge. Oscar stood with the other boys near the towering slide, staring at the neon-coloured water waiting below. A giant waterslide that ended in a pool of thick, pink goo? Yeah, that was exactly the kind of ridiculous thing he should’ve expected from this show, but still, the sight was something else. He shook his head, half laughing at the absurdity of it all.

“Alright, boys,” Fernando called out from the side, his grin all too knowing. “Time to get wet.”

Oscar exchanged glances with the other guys—Daniel, Pierre, George, Alex, and Carlos—all of them looking either pumped or cautiously sceptical. Carlos, of course, was fully in his element, already smirking as he stripped off his shirt. The guy never missed an opportunity to flaunt, apparently.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” Oscar muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped forward, grabbing a bottle of water that had been provided for the task.

Daniel chuckled, slapping him on the back. “Mate, if we’re gonna make fools of ourselves, might as well go all in.”

Oscar unscrewed the cap and, with a resigned sigh, poured the water over his chest, feeling the cool liquid trickle down his skin in sharp contrast to the warm sun beating down on them. The other boys followed suit, their bodies glistening as they prepared for the madness ahead. He cast a glance toward the girls, who were gathered around the pool, watching with amused expressions. Logan, in particular, caught his eye, giving him a little wave and an encouraging smile that made his nerves settle just a bit.

“So,” Fernando clasped his hands together in excitement “the way this works - boys you will take it in turns diving down the slide and into the pool to catch one of these pink cards. From there you will climb out of the goo and read the card to the group. You’ll have to work together to guess who it was written about and seal the deal with a kiss. If you’re right, your team will earn a point, and if you’re wrong….” Fernando trailed off with a smirk “well at least you got a kiss.”

Oscar rolled his shoulders back, trying to shake off the nerves. Carlos, who had apparently drifted in his direction while he was zoned out now stood next to him, giving him a competitive smirk, already exuding that effortless charm he seemed to carry in spades. Oscar wasn't sure if the tension in his chest was from the game or just Carlos' presence in general.

One by one, the boys doused themselves in water before diving headfirst down the slide, disappearing into the pink goo at the bottom. It was as ridiculous as it looked, but somehow Oscar found himself laughing despite the absurdity.

Oscar grimaced, his skin already sticky from the water they'd poured over themselves as a part of the sexy, slow-motion intro. This was all so absurd, but he was already committed. And with Carlos standing there looking far too comfortable in his own skin, Oscar felt that usual competitive edge creep in.

He watched as Alex slid down first, disappearing into the goo before emerging with a "DM" in hand. Covered in the sticky substance, Alex unfolded the paper and grinned. “Alright, here we go,” he called out, raising his voice to the group.

“I called out my ex’s name during sex with his best friend.”

There was a collective gasp, then a burst of laughter, eyes darting around the villa to see who could possibly own up to such a scandalous confession.

Oscar glanced at Logan, her hand clapped over her mouth, stifling her giggles. Alex scanned the girls, then walked over to Lily with a cheeky grin. “It’s gotta be you.”

Lily raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-unimpressed. “I can neither confirm nor deny,” she said with a smirk, and they shared a light kiss to seal the guess.

Hollers echoed from the islanders as the light kiss lasted a little too long to merely call it fulfilling the obligation of the challenge and Alex’s cheeks were dusted pink as he pulled away finally. Ripping off the strip covering the answer, it was revealed that it was actually Charlotte. She didn’t appear half fussed by the disbelief.

Daniel went next, he flew down the waterslide with a whoop diving headfirst into the goo with way more enthusiasm than Oscar would’ve managed. When he emerged, shaking his head and wiping pink slime from his eyes, he grabbed his “DM” and read aloud.

“I’ve made out with two people at the same party in under an hour.”

A few of the girls exchanged sly looks, and Daniel turned his head, zeroing in on Maxine with a knowing grin.

Daniel grinned and sauntered over to Maxine, locking eyes with her. “That sounds like your kind of fun,” he teased, and Maxine rolled her eyes with a smirk as he pulled her in for a quick kiss.

Oscar rolled his eyes, trying not to look too cynical about the whole thing. He could feel the cameras focused on him, waiting for his reactions.

Next, Pierre launched himself into the pool, coming up with another DM. He read it out with a smirk, barely holding back his amusement. If he could somehow make it out of this challenge without being utterly humiliated he'd consider the day to be a win.

The villa was a different kind of quiet that afternoon, the kind where something was brewing just beneath the surface. After the chaos of the morning’s challenge, everyone had settled back into a slower rhythm, lounging around the pool or sprawled on the outdoor daybeds. But the ease was only on the surface. Every few minutes, whispers passed between the girls as their eyes flitted toward Carlos, who was busy making his rounds, pulling different girls aside for chats. The simmering tension was palpable. Everyone knew what was coming.

Carlos, shirtless in all his glory with sunglasses perched on his head, had an effortless way of moving through the villa. He looked like he belonged here, like he thrived on this kind of attention. And maybe he did. First, he pulled Carmen aside, who was quick to engage with him. They sat near the edge of the pool, laughing softly as their feet dangled in the water. Carmen was clearly intrigued, leaning into the conversation with that same confident poise she always had. But Oscar couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on behind that cool exterior.

From his spot on the daybed, Oscar watched the scene unfold, jaw clenched in annoyance. He couldn’t care less who Carlos chatted with—really, he couldn’t—but the smugness with which he did it grated on his nerves. Oscar had told himself he wasn’t interested in playing this jealousy game, especially when it came to Logan. But it was hard to ignore the way Carlos occasionally glanced in her direction. Carlos knew what he was doing. There was no denying the tension in the air as each girl waited for her turn, and each guy tried to act like it didn’t bother them.

Just ignore it. Oscar mused to himself whenever he felt his gut wrench awkwardly in what he could only assume was jealousy. In a way, if Carlos did screw him over and choose Logan then he’d probably be out. Something which he had initially aimed to let happen early but now he wasn't quite so sure. 

Carlos’s latest target was Logan. He approached her with that trademark smile, the kind that seemed to light up his dark features even more. Oscar felt a flicker of irritation as he watched Carlos lean in close, their heads almost touching as they exchanged words. He could practically see the chemistry sparking between them, and it gnawed at him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

“Hey, can I steal you for a minute?” Carlos’s voice cut through the poolside chatter, his tone light and inviting. Logan looked up, her smile brightening in response.

“Sure!” she replied, her voice warm and open, as she slid off the edge of the daybed where she’d been lounging. Oscar’s stomach twisted as he watched them walk away together, Carlos’s hand casually brushing against Logan’s back as they moved to a more secluded corner of the villa.

Oscar forced himself to focus on the other guys, who were joking around, trying to ignore the obvious tension. But he couldn’t help casting glances at Carlos and Logan. They settled on a sun-drenched bench beneath a sprawling tree, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the villa. Oscar could see Carlos leaning closer, his expression animated as he gestured with his hands. Logan seemed to hang on his every word, the light in her eyes unmistakable.

“Anyone want a drink?” Daniel called out, snapping Oscar from his reverie.

“Sure,” Oscar replied, his voice lacking enthusiasm. He couldn’t shake the image of Carlos’s charm, how easily he drew people in. It felt like a punch to the gut.

“What’s up with you?” Alex asked, elbowing him playfully. “You look like you just swallowed a lemon.”

“Nothing,” Oscar grumbled, shifting on the daybed. “Just... wondering what Carlos is telling Logan.”

“Are you jealous?” Alex smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not,” Oscar shot back, perhaps too quickly. “She can talk to whoever she wants.”

“Right.” Alex chuckled, clearly unconvinced. “Just don’t get too comfortable. You might be in the friend zone if you keep this up.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He turned back to watch Carlos and Logan, his heart sinking further.

“Do you think she likes him?” Oscar murmured, half to himself, half to Alex.

“Who knows? But he’s definitely trying to make an impression,” Alex replied, glancing over at the pair. “And it looks like it’s working.”

Meanwhile, Carlos was leaning in, his voice low and inviting as he said something that made Logan laugh, a sound that echoed like music. Oscar clenched his jaw, the unease turning into something sharper. He could see the way Carlos was completely focused on her, and it stung.

Carlos’s hand brushed against Logan’s arm, a touch that felt almost possessive. “You know, I think we’d make a great couple,” he said playfully, the flirtation clear in his tone.

Logan chuckled, rolling her eyes, but there was a playful glimmer in her eyes. “You say that to all the girls, don’t you?”

“Only the ones I’m really interested in,” Carlos countered, leaning closer. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and the chemistry was palpable.

As Oscar watched Carlos lean in closer to Logan, a whirlwind of emotions swirled in his chest. Instead of anger or jealousy, he felt a tightening knot of anxiety. He forced himself to look away, taking a deep breath as he turned back to the little bench, where Alex sat with a bemused expression.

“Hey,” Alex said, catching Oscar’s eye. “You okay?"

“Yeah, just peachy,” Oscar replied, forcing a smile as he flopped back onto the bench as well, trying to shake off the tension. “I mean, it’s not like I care what Carlos is doing. It’s whatever.”

Alex chuckled softly, clearly not buying it. “Sure, whatever you say. You seem a bit preoccupied with the whole ‘Carlos and Logan’ show.”

“Can you blame me?” Oscar said, glancing back at the duo. “It’s just... he’s so good at this. It feels like he’s playing a game, and I can’t help but wonder what I’m doing wrong.”

“Dude, it’s not a game. It’s reality TV,” Alex replied, rolling his eyes playfully. “And you’re not doing anything wrong. You just need to remind yourself why you’re here. Just because Carlos is charming doesn’t mean you have to compete with him.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow, considering Alex’s words. “You think so?”

“Absolutely,” Alex said, nodding vigorously. “You’re genuine, and that counts for way more than some flashy moves. Besides, Logan clearly likes you for who you are.”

“You really think she does?” Oscar asked, a flicker of hope sparking within him.

“Yeah, man. Just look at how she lights up when you’re around,” Alex said, gesturing back to where Logan and Carlos sat. “She’s enjoying the attention, but you’ve got something real. You just need to show her that you’re still in the game.”

Oscar pondered this for a moment, his heart gradually calming. “I guess I’m just overthinking it all. Maybe I need to be more confident about what I have to offer.”

“That’s the spirit,” Alex encouraged, clapping Oscar on the shoulder. “Focus on being you. And remember, there’s more to this place than just the drama. Make sure you enjoy it too.”

There’s a lull in conversation between them when Logan makes her way over to the little bench area secluded by overhanging trees. Alex leaves him with a supportive glance as he gets her silent cue to give them space. Things are temporarily awkward. Until Logan breaks the silence with the same tenderness he’s come to expect from her, “there’s nothing to worry about Oscar.”

He’s confused briefly and it must show because her hand lingers placatingly on his thigh “Carlos is attractive. I mean anyone with eyes can agree, but we don’t have anything in common. It just felt forced…I don’t know, it’s not like that with you. We get along - at least I like to think so and we like the same nerdy stuff. I wouldn’t get that with anyone else here.”

The moment Logan’s hand rested on Oscar’s thigh, a comforting warmth spread through him, momentarily chasing away the tension knotted in his chest. Her words echoed in his head, "There's nothing to worry about." He wanted to believe it. But as Carlos strutted around the villa, soaking up all the attention, Oscar couldn’t shake that gnawing doubt. Still, Logan’s reassurance meant something, more than he was willing to admit just yet.

"Yeah," he nodded, his voice carrying a sense of agreement more than certainty. He glanced at her, the natural curve of her lips and the freckles dotting her cheeks catching his attention. He could see how relaxed she was, even in this environment. It had only been a couple of days, but Logan seemed to carry this ease with her wherever she went—like she belonged here but was still somehow apart from the chaos of it all.

It was weirdly reassuring, being around her. He hadn’t expected to bond with anyone so quickly, and yet here he was, genuinely liking Logan’s company.

“Thanks for saying that,” he added after a beat, scratching the back of his neck. “About Carlos. I didn’t want to ask, you know… in case it came across as insecure or whatever.” He felt a little self-conscious even admitting it, but Logan’s eyes stayed soft and understanding.

She smiled, shrugging lightly. “It’s not insecure. It’s normal.” She adjusted slightly, crossing one leg over the other as she shifted on the bench. “I mean, let’s be real—we all know how this show works. Someone’s always stirring things up, but I didn’t come here just to be swayed by every hot guy who walks in. It’s not about that.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow, leaning back a bit. “Not even a little?”

She laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and the sound was infectious. “Okay, fine, maybe a little. But only for like two seconds. Then I remember he’s probably the same guy I’ve seen a hundred times at uni parties—minus the accent and abs.”

Oscar smirked, feeling a bit lighter. “Fair point. And the whole walking around like he’s auditioning for a perfume commercial.”

Logan burst into a short laugh, her hand reaching up to cover her mouth for a second. “Exactly! Like, come on. The sunglasses indoors? Please.”

Oscar chuckled, leaning into the moment. He liked this. The banter, the ease of it. It wasn’t like the forced flirting or the layers of pretence some of the others seemed to put on. Logan was just... real. That was probably what made this feel different.

Logan nodded thoughtfully, resting her chin in her hand as she listened. “For real though, I think a lot of us are still figuring out why we’re here. But I think you’re doing alright.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

She grinned, nudging him lightly. “Yeah. I mean, you’re not making a complete fool of yourself, which is more than some people can say.”

Oscar chuckled at that, shaking his head. “Low bar.”

“But seriously,” Logan continued, her voice softer now, “I think we’ve got a good vibe going. I wouldn’t want to be paired up with someone else, if I’m honest.”

That admission made something in Oscar’s chest tighten, but not in a bad way. He looked at her, searching her expression for any sign that she was joking or playing it off, but there was only sincerity there. And it was nice. Really nice.

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, a small smile forming. “Same here.”

Their quiet understanding and reprieve from the chaos was short-lived.

Carlos' smooth, accented voice rang out through the villa, slicing through whatever fleeting peace Oscar had found “islanders, please gather around the firepit.”

His muscles tensed as the air seemed to shift immediately. The whispers that had bubbled under the surface all afternoon came to a halt, replaced by a collective hum of anticipation. Oscar cast a glance around, noticing how every set of eyes, even the ones that had tried to play it cool, now flicked toward Carlos. This was it. The moment they’d all been speculating about since the second Carlos stepped into the villa.

Slowly, the islanders began to gather around the firepit, finding their places on the semi-circle benches. Carmen, Maxine, Charlotte, and Lily were buzzing with anticipation, exchanging knowing glances and murmured predictions as they settled in. The guys were trying to keep it cool, but Oscar could tell they were all on edge too. Alex and George shot him a look of camaraderie as they took their seats, like they were all in this weird, high-stakes waiting game together.

Oscar hated how effortless it all seemed for him. He didn’t seem phased by the pressure, by the tension brewing between the couples. If anything, Carlos was thriving on it.

Carlos stood tall by the firepit, every bit as magnetic as he had been when he first stepped into the villa. His shirt, still unbuttoned halfway down his chest, billowed in the light breeze as the other islanders sat around in tense silence, waiting for him to make his move. The firelight flickered against his tanned skin, casting sharp shadows across his sculpted jawline. Everyone knew what was coming. The question wasn’t if Carlos would steal someone’s girl—it was who.

The air around the firepit was thick with anticipation. The girls sat upright, clearly on edge, while the boys, himself included, exchanged tight-lipped glances, trying not to show just how much they cared about the decision Carlos was about to make. He glanced at Logan, who sat next to him. For a second, he thought Carlos might actually go for her. Part of him almost hoped he did just to justify his superficial dislike of the guy.

Fernando, in all his dramatic glory, appeared next to Carlos by the firepit, his presence as commanding as ever “Carlos, the time has come...you've spent the past 24 hours getting to know these lovely ladies so the choice is now yours. Who do you want to couple up with?"

Carlos took a breath, letting the moment drag out and the tension heighten as his eyes swept over the girls. Each one of them seemed on edge, waiting for his decision. Then, he locked eyes with Charlotte. It was subtle, but Oscar noticed it. Carlos had been eyeing Charlotte all day, and as much as Oscar had believed that Carlos might go for someone else, it seemed like this had been his plan from the start.

"I’ve thought about this a lot," Carlos began, his voice smooth and confident, "and I’ve really connected with this girl today. She’s funny, smart, obviously very beautiful and we just clicked right away. I'd like the opportunity to get to know her better."

Oscar’s stomach tightened. He shot a quick glance at Pierre, who was sitting beside Charlotte, visibly tense. Pierre’s grip on his seat tightened, but he kept his cool, eyes narrowing at Carlos.

Carlos’s gaze lingered on Charlotte, and then he finally said it: “The girl I want to couple up with is... Charlotte.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and final. Pierre’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything as Charlotte hesitated, clearly taken aback by Carlos’s choice. She glanced at Pierre, then at Carlos, and after what felt like a painfully long pause, she stood up. There was a tension between them, but ultimately, she walked over to Carlos.

“Thanks, Charlotte,” Carlos said smoothly, planting a kiss on her cheek before guiding her to sit beside him.

Oscar glanced over at Pierre, who was holding himself together but clearly fuming underneath. It was obvious this wasn’t just about Carlos stealing his girl—it was the way Carlos had done it, the effortless charm, the confidence. Carlos knew exactly what he was doing, and it grated on everyone, especially Pierre.

As Charlotte settled in beside Carlos, the firepit felt like it was crackling with more than just heat. The other guys shifted in their seats, some exchanging uncomfortable glances, but no one said a word. Oscar could feel the tension in the air thickening by the second.

Pierre, finally breaking the silence, forced a tight smile and leaned forward. “Fair game, mate,” he said, voice low but controlled. “But this isn’t over.”

Carlos flashed a grin, unfazed. “Of course not,” he replied, leaning back casually.

Oscar stayed quiet, watching the whole scene unfold. He wasn’t personally affected this time, but he felt the sting for Pierre. Carlos had made his move—and it was a bold one.

Once the tension around the firepit began to settle and the reality of Carlos' choice sunk in, Fernando addressed the group once more "Pierre, you are now single, but don't worry—this is not the end. You will remain in the villa and still have the opportunity to couple up in the future."

Pierre, who had kept his composure through Carlos's dramatic choice, nodded in acknowledgment, but his jaw was tight. His eyes shifted toward Charlotte, who now sat beside Carlos, looking torn but resolute

In the midst of his silent observation of that scene unfolding, Oscar leaned over toward Logan, lowering his voice to a private murmur. “Well, that’s a relief,” he said, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. “Thought I might’ve had to start worrying for a minute there.”

Logan tilted her head toward him, her eyes glinting with humour. “Worried about Carlos stealing your girl?” she teased lightly, nudging him gently with her shoulder. “Come on, you’ve been cool as a cucumber.”

“Yeah, well...” Oscar shrugged, glancing subtly toward Carlos and Charlotte, who were now deep in conversation. “It’s one thing to act chill. It’s another to actually feel it.” He chuckled under his breath, relieved that he hadn’t ended up in Pierre’s position.

Logan smiled at him warmly, her hand resting casually on his knee for just a second longer than necessary. “Well, you’re safe for now,” she said softly. “And for the record, I wouldn’t have made it easy for Carlos.”

Oscar felt his own grin deepen, a sense of reassurance settling in his chest. “Good to know,” he replied, his eyes lingering on her for a moment. “I guess we’ll just have to see how the rest of this game plays out.”

Logan gave him a playful wink. “Game on.”

As the islanders around them began to chat, speculating about Pierre’s next move and what Carlos’s bold choice might mean for the villa, Oscar couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over him. At least for now, he and Logan were still on solid ground. But if the past few hours had taught him anything, it was that nothing in this villa stayed stable for long.

After the recoupling drama had simmered, and Charlotte was firmly sat beside Carlos, the producers weren’t about to let the energy drop. A crew member stepped into the villa, clipboard in hand, and called for everyone’s attention.

“Alright, islanders,” the voice rang out over the buzz of conversation. “We’ve wrapped the recoupling, but don’t get too comfortable. You’ll be getting new instructions shortly. Stay by the firepit, please.”

There was a collective groan from some of the islanders, while others exchanged knowing looks. Oscar felt the familiar weight of the cameras trained on them. He was just about to lean over to Logan with a sarcastic quip when he heard his name.

“Oscar, can we grab you for a quick confessional in the beach hut?”

He sighed, giving Logan a small, resigned smile before standing up and following one of the producers off toward the villa. Inside, the usual set-up awaited: the oversized wicker chair, colourful cushions, and the ever-present camera lens.

“Alright, mate,” the producer began from behind the camera, as Oscar sank into the chair. “Let’s talk recoupling. How are you feeling after Carlos’s decision?”

Oscar settled into the wicker chair in the beach hut, rubbing his hands together as he let out a long sigh. The camera in front of him blinked its red light, ready to capture every word. He glanced around the brightly decorated room for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts.

"So," he began, leaning back into the cushion with a half-smile. "Carlos swoops in, all suave, shirt unbuttoned to his navel—very 'I'm-too-hot-for-buttons' vibe—takes Charlotte right out from under Pierre. Smooth move, mate. Real smooth."

He paused, running a hand through his hair with a sarcastic smirk pulling at his lips. "I mean, not that I’m surprised. It’s seems to be classic Carlos behaviour, isn’t it? Show up, flex a bit, steal a girl... the bombshell role kinda seems made for him. But yeah, I’m not exactly losing sleep over it."

He leaned back again, crossing his arms with a faint chuckle. "Logan and I? We’re good. We vibe. I mean, let’s be real here—we’re both nerds, we get each other. It’s been easy. I don’t have to pull off some grand gesture to get her attention, thank God. We can just chat and laugh about random stuff, and it’s solid."

He paused, smirking to himself before adding, "Now, if Carlos wants to come after her next... well, he better brush up on his physics, because there’s no way he’s beating me in a nerd-off. That’s my domain."

Oscar let out a soft laugh, shaking his head before looking toward the camera again. "But yeah, overall? Feeling pretty chill about the whole thing. Carlos made her choice, Charlotte got her moment, and Pierre... well, he’ll live to fight another day, right?"

He gave the camera a mock salute, feeling a little lighter as he wrapped up his confessional. "And me? I’m just here to enjoy the show—preferably without getting involved in any ridiculous love triangles... but let’s see how long that lasts."

He stood up, giving the crew a quick nod as he headed out of the beach hut, mentally preparing himself for whatever chaos awaited back at the villa.

As Oscar stepped out of  the beach hut, his mind was still buzzing with sarcastic thoughts about the recoupling and his recent confessional. He turned the corner and almost collided with Carlos in the narrow hallway. The air between them seemed to shift instantly, like the sudden charge before a summer storm.

Carlos was still half-unbuttoned, dark curls tousled from the light breeze and the exposed part of his chest practically glistening. The hallway seemed to shrink around them the second their eyes met, and Oscar’s pulse stuttered as Carlos’ smile slowly curled, something dangerous and easy all at once.

"Hermoso," Carlos greeted, his voice like velvet, the Spanish accent rolling off his tongue like it belonged in the air. The word hung in the air, sinking into Oscar's chest, deeper than it had any right to. Carlos' dark eyes held his, the intensity behind them making it impossible for Oscar to look away, even though his mind was practically screaming for him to. His body? Well, that seemed to have a different plan entirely.

Oscar swallowed. His throat felt tight. It was just a greeting. Just a damn word. Except it wasn’t—at least not the way Carlos said it. The way Carlos looked at him. Carlos took a step closer, just enough that the space between them became almost non-existent. The smell of something warm—cologne and sun-kissed skin—wrapped itself around Oscar, and he couldn't shake it.

"Didn't see you there," Oscar mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant, simultaneously fighting off the sudden tension twisting low in his gut but his voice came out quieter than intended. Not like the dry tone he'd been aiming for. He should’ve kept walking, should’ve brushed past Carlos with an awkward nod and gotten on with his day. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. His feet felt like they were glued to the ground. something about the way Carlos’ attention fixed on him—like Oscar was the only thing in the world worth noticing—left him feeling vulnerable, exposed.

"You did good today," Carlos said, his tone casual but layered with something else—something teasing. His voice was warm, sultry. "Impressive." The word landed heavy between them, a compliment, but laced with a kind of knowing that left Oscar unsure if they were still talking about the challenge.

Oscar gave a weak chuckle trying to mask his discomfort, running a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Uh, thanks, mate. Just doing what the producers want, y’know."

However it seemed his attempt at indifference had fallen flat. It didn't take a genius to figure that out with the way Carlos’ gaze was lingering on him. Like he saw something Oscar hadn’t even realized he was offering up.

And then, Carlos’ hand slid to the small of his back—so light, so fleeting, but enough to send a sharp thrill up Oscar’s spine. The touch was deliberate. Possessive, almost. A reminder of just how much control Carlos seemed to hold in this moment. Oscar’s breath hitched. He froze, mind caught in a scramble of confusion and something he didn’t want to name. But his body was betraying him, reacting to that brief touch in a way that had his skin tingling, hyper-aware of the warmth radiating from Carlos.

Carlos leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so it was just for them. "Maybe I should’ve chosen you," he said, the words wrapped in that same playful, flirtatious tone, but with a heat behind them that made Oscar’s stomach twist painfully. Carlos’ hand remained at the small of his back, fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt like a promise.

Oscar froze. His heart pounding in his chest, his mind at war with itself. What the hell was even happening? He wasn’t… he didn’t… this wasn’t something he was supposed to feel affected by. Not for Carlos. Definitely not for Carlos. Yet all he could focus on was the sensation of Carlos’ hand lingering at his back, the heat radiating from where their bodies were nearly touching. The words 'I should’ve chosen you' echoed in his head like some kind of loop he couldn’t shake.

His throat tightened, his brain firing signals that clashed wildly. This was...no. He wasn’t—there was no way he was attracted to Carlos. Absolutely not. That wasn’t part of the plan. But there it was—the pull. That strange, magnetic force between them that Oscar couldn’t shake, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that this was all just Carlos being Carlos, charming everyone he crossed paths with. Yet, it didn’t feel generic. It felt intentional, like Carlos knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly how it was making Oscar react.

Oscar forced a tight laugh, trying to break the tension, but even that came out a little too strained. "Guess we’ll never know," he muttered, stepping back, trying to sever whatever connection had sparked between them. The space should’ve helped. But all it did was make him hyper-aware of the absence of Carlos’ touch, like his body had already memorized the sensation.

Carlos didn’t move, though. He stayed there, eyes locked on Oscar, lips curved into that same lazy, confident smile. "Never say never, Oscar," he said smoothly, his voice low, almost a purr, before giving him a wink as he brushed past him, his fingers trailing off the curve of Oscar’s back in a way that was far too intentional before they slipped away like they hadn’t just branded Oscar’s skin with electricity.

Oscar stood there, watching him disappear into the beach hut, heart racing like he'd just sprinted through the villa. His skin buzzed, his mind struggling to process what had just happened—or more accurately, how he’d responded to it. He pressed a hand to his chest, trying to steady his breathing, but the memory of Carlos’ touch clung to him like a brand.

What the hell had that been? There was no reason—no logical reason—why a simple touch, a few words, should’ve made his heart race like that. But logic seemed to have left the building the moment Carlos had stepped into the hallway.

He was straight. He was here for Logan. Right?

Oscar shook his head, trying to clear the fog. His mind was spinning, the words "I should’ve chosen you" echoing in his head.

[the-roo-too]

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₊˚

[filthypen]

Of course you might wonder how UwU trend got created and spread~… how such a mysterious pheno- its junko. Of fucking course it’s junko, drugs in Hope’s peak water, altering every screen so it displays a imperceptible brainwashing message to every cell of the brain and body to modify when the person says "UwU" while recorded.

As for the first victim~? Chiaki of course~ from lazy kinda uncaring slob of a gamer gal to the new belle delphine (but way more thicc and still a bit lazy~)

After so many attempts to cause despair, Junko was running out of ideas. Killing games? Nope. Corruption with money? Neither… what could work… then she saw her phone, and realised… the internet! Streamers, Tiktok, memes… all that could cause DESPAIR! But you know… she didn't wanted just some booooooring deadly despair, she wanted a SEXY despair, so after weeks and weeks of putting sleeper agents on the water and subliminal messages on EVERY FUCKING SCREEN IN JAPAN, she was ready to unleash the beast… the UwU~~

Who should be the first target? Well, of course, the geek gamer herself on stream with 50k people, Chiaki~ She was currently playing some visual novels on stream, she was looking messy as always, dull colours, not showing off her fat titrs, no sexy commentaries… booooooooring!! So Junko decided to send a couple hundred bots spamming ''CHIAKI SAY UWU! IS TREND!!11!1''

''Uuuuuh… what are you guys saying… what is this trend you say…?'' She pauses the game and looks at the chat ''I don't know about it, seems dumb and i don't wanna…'' She keeps playing, Junko, seeing that chat spam wont work, started blasting 5 dollar donations saying ''SAY IT!!!1!'' over and over and over…

''Ugh… fine! I don't know why you all are wasting more on me saying this but okey…'' She does a peace sign ''UwUUUUUU…'' She sighs a moment ''Happy now? Aaaah… lets go back to playin-'' Before she could finish the sentence… she felt something weird in her ass… SHE WAS THROWING IT BACK ON CAMERA!~~ ''H-hey w-what is this…?!…'' Still sleepy yet surprised, claps her cheeks in a slow but STRONG way~ She tries to turn off the stream but…

yaaaaaaaaaawn…

''W-well guys… i have decided that i should maybe make streams with camera sub only…~'' She just decided to adjust her camera to focus on her fat NEET cheeks clappin and growing, each clap making the camera shake and the room too~

With that stream alone, she got 100k subs and a million dollars, the following stream? Was just a big camera focusing her twerking cheeks while she sleeps~~

[mystycalypso]

Can i just say how much i freaking love the work you two are doing, Holly hell this is some wild stuff as veteran of hello neighbor you two are making me proud of this small community that is running on tumblr!

Also i hope you two don't mind me asking two questions.

Firstly, If one of you two had the control over welcome to ravenBrooks show what will be some things you two will change.

Secondly, What are you're thoughts on the artstyle of the show considering that Man of Action is working on the show?

Okay to start, I know I say it every time we get asks like this but y'all are genuinely so sweet and nice and it's just really really cool to see people enjoy our stuff. Like- especially fellow old fans of the franchise. I know Kaydin also really appreciates how sweet you guys are but just idk it feels like my fandom dreams come true when people like things like our au and art for this series

As for your questions...

Personally, to start, and this is Jack being slightly particularly- idk nitpicky? But there are three things I'd want to just- fix immediately and all three of them are Nicky related.

Number one, his shirt. I'm sorry guys but I've been here since the alphas and I didn't even realize this was his Sharkotron T-shirt. It's- It's just an egg

Number two, I realized after intense studying of Nicky's- face that it looks really weird when he's front facing, but his nose is facing right. So scenes like this suddenly seem- off model for no reason? I've poorly edited the image below to fix both of these

Yes I am too lazy to edit them properly, sadly. Did make his shirt logo still one colour for ease of animation. Idk why but left facing nose Nicky just looks less weird. Just me and kaydin? Maybe.

Number three- uh... that hairline is atrocious /lh

I know he wears his goggles in the show like constantly but also- this is a 13 year old boy guys. I was 13 once and I have a very flat (minus a widows peak) hairline, but it did not stop my hair from falling all over my face, and I think it's fair to assume the same for the kid who's hair refuses to behave anyway

Just fluff him up a lil (again I'm sorry these aren't better edits lol)

You don't even have to have it show when his goggles are up because like a headband or headphones it pushes hair back, or otherwise

Although ironically while I'm explaining what I would change in the designs, I don't mind the art style at all, actually I kind of love it. Sure some things you kinda of have to get used to, like their ears being pretty low to the head, but in general I think it really fits the franchise. I know it didn't look too drastically different from the pilot, but there's so many little nuances in the designs that just make it better (especially when you look at characters like Trinity)

I've told Kaydin a dozen and a half times how I think show Nicky is the franchise's second best design for him. The first being this singular piece of art from Nicky's Diaries, like I have gone on for hours about why this rendering of him is just perfect.

Third being fan renders, followed by the book artstyle, the pilot and finally games

And while other designs I wasn't sure about when watching through the show the first time, really just lore hunting instead of caring about anyone who wasn't Trinity or Nicky ngl, when I started doing my expression analysis I realized just how nice the designs and individuality of the characters are. If you put Nicky's expressions oh Enzo or Ivan's on Trinity it wouldn't fit and that's something I don't think people would expect from a Hello Neighbor cartoon.

They also have things I can just appreciate as someone who's special interest is animation (but doesn't have the patience to animate TvT gotta love audhd) for example, just having shading even in shots where they could completely go without it. It makes it less drastic and a smoother transition when lighting gets intense. They're also now afraid to switch up camera angles and push the rigs for a more intense shot.

Also something I really appreciate

Smear frames!

God I love smear frames!!! It's another one of those things that It's like- knowing how much this cost Tinybuild, they could've easily cut it down to save money. But it just wouldn't have been as nice without it.

Sure there are probably people who look at the fact that Man of Action is working on the show and are disappointed by the art style. But I say this entirely genuinely when I say I couldn't picture this show looking any other way and working as it does.

Yeah, they could've used more realistic proportions for these kids, but it works so much better when it's pushed like this when Mr. Peterson is nearly double their height. He's visibly a hulking intimidating man who could lift a middle schooler and lock them away. You fear his build which contrasts his outfit best (really feels like they took the book description of him and just pushed it, as we know he doesn't have this same stature in the games)

Plus it feels like in general, they stopped focusing on that dumb "Oh we need to hide things in every frame" which- thank God. Sure they are still hiding little details, hell I have changed a whole chunk of theory about Theodore's relationship with his son because of something I found on accident

This photo of (seemingly) 12 year old Aaron Peterson.

I'm not gonna go into it here lol because this is already long and it's supposed to be about the animation.

Are they still building mysteries and people are still crafting theories? Absolutely! Not a day goes by that I haven't been thinking about whether or not Aaron will ever be seen in the series in the present day and if he is, what he will be like mentally.

But the point is, they're focusing on crafting something GOOD over just theory fodder. Both animation and story-wise, and I can appreciate that so much.

Like- this is gonna be a really hot Jack take here so be aware.

I enjoy this franchise and it's spinoffs much more than the FNAF franchise.

Sure, Hello Neighbor one is and will always be awful. But I am 100x more likely to play Hello Neighbor 2 or Secret Neighbor than I am to play any fnaf game myself.

When I make fnaf content it is almost entirely AU based. Because the idea of getting lore super wrong since I just can't be bothered to try and figure that convoluted mess out is annoying. Why even try to solve lore if I need to read more than 10 books for a minor detail that becomes a major antagonist? We can't even get a full confirmed backstory for the main antagonist!

But with Hello Neighbor they realized that people don't want to be jumping through 50 hoops for lore. Yes we want mystery, but one we can solve without dumb contrivances and plot holes.

Do I still love FNAF? Of course. My senior quote is from William Afton ffs ("You may not recognize me at first, but I can assure you, it's still me") but one of these franchises is growing to better itself and gain more love, while the other is slowly becoming more of something I enjoy without trying to understand, and I think the Hello Neighbor animated series is- the pinnacle of this difference.

I love Welcome to Ravenbrooks. I love Hello Neighbor. I can’t wait to see what comes next from TinyBuild, and how season two will be even better than season one. (As proven by the fact that Nicky gets to yell louder in that one teaser clip alone than anyone got to in season one lol)

[rowdyhughesy]

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.”

[princess-lvcifer]

necrobutcher

eurodead • drabble • no plot tbh

summary: where Jørn realises that Øystein and Pelle have something going on, but refuses to believe it.

A/N: basic ass title, I know.

Loud metal and voices in the middle of the dark nothingness, that's what the cabin where the members of Mayhem lived was like because they were having a party.

"Where the fuck are these two?" Metalion asked Necrobutcher in the garden, referring to Euronymous and Dead with his camera in hand and hanging around his neck, ready to take a couple of pictures. He wasn't particularly bothered by the wait, but no one liked to wait too long and he was also curious.

"I think they're still in the bathroom," Necrobutcher replied, taking a sip from his small bottle of beer.

"Still?" he asked puzzled and slightly surprised.

"I'll go and see," he said heading for the door to enter the cabin. He didn't have to walk far to reach the bathroom. He saw that the door was closed, and was even more surprised when he put his hand on it to push it open, seeing that it was bolted shut. "Hey, what the hell are you doing!? Come on out, Metalion's waiting!"

"We're coming, give us a minute!" Euronymous hastened to reply.

"You act like girls, I swear," he said referring to the make-up issue and the fact that they even locked themselves in the bathroom together.

The bassist looked at the door, still puzzled that it was closed and slightly annoyed by their tardiness, but decided not to make a big deal out of it. Surely it wasn't what it looked like, it was impossible.

When they soon came out of the bathroom Metalion was finally able to take some pictures of them: each of them alone, just Euronymous and Dead, and the whole band. At one point, posing to the right of the guitarist, the bassist noticed that some of his make-up was smeared on the right side of his face. It was strange because he had just come out of the bathroom where he had spent too long putting on his make-up, he hadn't had time to ruin it so quickly and he had spent too long in there for it to have looked bad.

The threads started to come together later, when he was next to Dead drinking and talking to Hellhammer, who noticed that he had the right side of his neck stained white and even a little black, turned grey by the mixture of those colours — it was barely noticeable because he had apparently tried to rub it off with his hand and tried to hide it with his hair and clothes.

He didn't react and tried not to stare at his neck for too long. Since he wasn't talking or being spoken to directly at the moment, he decided to look for Euronymous on the other side of the party, who was talking to Faust and Occultus. He had the good fortune, or perhaps rather the misfortune, to find the guitarist in the same situation as himself — catching him looking in his direction, and he guessed that he wasn't looking specifically at him or Hellhammer, but at Dead.

Maybe if he hadn't gone after them in the bathroom and found out they were locked up with the latch on he wouldn't have realised what they were probably up to. Part of him was surprised, but part of him wasn't — they were very close, they'd known each other for years through letters, they were the most involved with the band, Euronymous cared the most about Dead, and they'd even gone to Sweden together. Apart from the fact that the guitarist was a communist, and the vocalist claimed to be apolitical.

But he wanted to believe that maybe he was just paranoid and that his prejudices and alcohol were making him believe the wrong thing, even though it was all true.

A/N: Sorry if something was weird expressed, English isn't my first language. 🇪🇦 Crossposted on AO3.