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emjiroki · 2 years ago

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Pool Boy Yuuta Okkotsu x Lonely Housewife Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Infidelity, exhibitionism (outside), Yuuta is the lonely housewife slayer fight me

A/N: I'm back babies with Pool boy Yuuta for the lovely Wet Hot Slimeball summer block party collab event! My prompt was 'Humid' so I hope I captured the theme and everyone enjoys! @bastardblvd (look at Yuuta holding the pool skimmer! Im pretty proud of my editing skills)

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‘God they need to do something about this global warming shit’ You thought as the sun beat down. It had been storming over the last week in Grimetown so the humidity was intense; thick like you were being compressed and forced to breathe the water evaporating from the ground. And with the storms came strong winds, knocking small branches and a whole heap of leaves into the once pristine blue water of your pool. You had made plans to clean it out…soon, maybe ask that big man that stole your package and stuffed that block party flier in your mailbox to fix it, had really planned to ask your husband to do it before he left for two weeks on a “business trip”. It would be comical to believe that these trips were for business at this point, your husband coming home one too many times smelling of perfume that wasn’t the scent you wore. Something cheap and cloying that set a stone in your stomach. But you liked your life, all your bills were paid and your husband still treated you like you were his world, why bother rocking the boat over some whore? He’ll get bored with her eventually and come crawling back, take you on some big vacation as a secret sorry and it’ll be done with.

So here you were lounging on one of your pool chaises trying and failing to read your book with your brain a frenzy of thoughts when you vaguely heard a knock on the gate. You pulled on the slipcover for your bikini and went to open the hefty latch to the privacy fence. The sudden heat to your skin wasn’t from the sun beating down or the suffocating humidity, but most certainly from the man in front of you with a pool skimmer propped up on his shoulder.

“I’m Yuuta Okkotsu from Grimetown Pool and Landscaping, sorry for the intrusion but I tried the front door and no one answered”. He seemed about your age, maybe a year or two younger, with sweet dark eyes and a handsomely cut jaw. Obviously fit under the company t-shirt that hugged his body. You bit your cheek slightly to try and keep your thoughts in check and not written across your face as you extended your hand to his to shake and introduced yourself.

“I’m guessing you’re the poor soul that they sent to come clean my disaster of pool?” You asked opening the gate a bit wider for him.

“That’s what was on my schedule for today ma’am,” He said with a sheepish smile as he fumbled to close the gate latch behind him and followed you over to the poolside.

“And in this humidity too? Yikes,” You empathized, taking a discarded magazine from the table and fanning yourself as he surveyed the mess.

“This will probably take a day or two to clean out and get balanced again,” Yuuta said with a determined look set on his face.

“Please, take all the time you need” You requested, pulling the slip from your bikini off, “I’m assuming the husband will just write a check for whatever”.

“R-Right, of course” He stammered, a rosy hue to his cheeks as he not so subtly looked you up and down. But he didn’t look away from your gaze when you made eye contact, going so far as to take a small step forward. You gave him a soft alluring smile before slipping your sunglasses on and lounging back in your chair.

“This humidity is a killer, let me know if you need anything” You commented as he pulled his phone from his pocket, assumedly to call his boss and tell them the plan.

“Oh I will, don’t worry,” He said with a lowkey promise in his tone that had you clenching.

♡

An hour or two passed as he pulled out branches and skimmed the pool, the humidity absolutely baring down and making the air thick. You were glad for the sunglasses because you couldn’t help but stare when he stripped off his shirt. Sweat ran down his neck to the dip in his collarbones before rolling down his chest and chiseled abdomen, your eyes tracing the wet path down as you unconsciously clenched your legs together. You reached for your drink and realized the glass was empty, the ice slowly melting at the bottom.

“Yuuta, would you like a drink? Take a break in the a/c for a minute?” You called over as you gather your stuff to head back inside away from this killer heat.

“Sure that would be great” He replied, pulling the skimmer from the water and setting it aside before quickly following you as you lead him in through the back door to the kitchen. The cool was a relief from the stagnant heat hovering around outside, Yuuta gratefully taking the towel you handed him and wiped his face and neck.

“Water? Lemonade?” You asked as you opened the refrigerator, pulling the pitcher out and refilling your own glass.

“Lemonade is great, thanks” He huffed as he sat back in one of the bar chairs, pushing his damp black hair back away from his face. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t ogle for a moment, quickly turning away when looked up at you and filled the glass you pulled down for him. He said thank you again as you handed it to him, watching as he took a few big gulps of the cold liquid, his Adam's apple bobbing as he drank greedily.

“You know Yuuta, I really wish my husband had a job like yours,” You commented, taking the seat next to him.

“Oh? And why’s that?” He asked, surprise in his tone but something curious and almost heated sparkling in his dark eyes. Damn, how could he be this pretty?

“Well, he’s always gone and I think the finance industry is making him dishonest” You admitted, casually messing with your discarded sunglasses on the island. The worst has already happened, at this point, you didn’t care about throwing yourself out there as you gently touched his fingers resting next to yours.

“I’d be dishonest too if I got a house like this and a wife like you” He commented, a rosy hue to his cheeks though he didn't pull his hand away when you expected him to.

“But the house is always so empty, it's lonely here… all by myself,” You said tracing one of your manicured nails up his hand to his forearm, goosebumps breaking across his skin, “He gives me everything I want but nothing that I need”. Yuuta turned slightly, leaning in close enough that a gasp escaped you, his dark eyes swimming with something you wanted to be devoured by.

“And what is it that you need?” He murmured, his lips close enough that you would only have to lean in an inch or two to feel them against yours, “Love? Good dick?”. It felt as if someone had lit a fire in your cheeks and it was rapidly traveling to the spot between your legs, your breath not filling your lungs anymore as his hand moved to your bare thigh. Your hands were shaking as you tried to take a drink from your glass, a small splash of lemonade running down your mouth to your chest. You squeaked out a soft moan when you felt his warm tongue against your skin, his mouth following the sour liquid down to the curve of your breast and sucking lightly in a soft kiss. Gripping his arms to keep yourself steady, he smiled up at you, that seemingly innocent shy boy smile from earlier. “Is that a yes?”.

♡

“Yuuta! Fuck!” You cried as he bottomed out inside of you for what seemed like the hundredth time today, you both barely able to get out of your bed this morning.

“You really never get tired do you?” He said with a chuckle, hissing as your walls squeezed around him, “Can’t even get my job done”. He’s right, hadn’t even gotten the chemicals ready for the pool before he was spread on the chaise lounge for you again, your thong bikini shredded by his eager hands and thrown somewhere in the yard. You were both slick with sweat from the heat, humidity ever present as you devoured each other for your neighbors on both sides to hear. His hands were rough against your ass as he squeezed and help you along to take his length, your hands on his sweaty chest as you bounced, spearing yourself on him again and again like you were possessed.

“You’re just… so good” You moaned as he pulled you down to press against him, nipping his teeth across your throat and thrusting up into you.

“Oh, you’re so good too beautiful, so fucking hot” He groaned, feeling your slick leaking out and running down to coat his balls in creamy white. He was so deep inside, carving out a place only his cock could satisfy, rutting into your soft walls like an animal. You couldn’t get enough as you moved your hips against his, his hand going up to wipe the drool from your lips as you fell apart.

“With a pussy like this I might just get obsessed,” He said his voice turning to a growl as you raised up again, his dark eyes seeming to grow darker as he watched your breasts bounce and the sweat rolling down your skin. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”. You nodded, groaning out a soft yes as the flames of your climax licked up your spine, your brain foggy with the heat and the pleasure buzzing through your bloodstream. If only your “husband” could see you right now, being ravaged into a puddle in this primal humidity.As if he heard your thoughts, your phone began to ring. You didn’t think to pick up, only looked when you saw Yuuta’s hand move. His hand wrapped around it, squeezing the volume button until it buzzed on silent, flipping it over. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you down to lay against his chest again, practically growling as he pressed your face to his throat and fucked so deep into you you could feel him battering your cervix. The sound that broke from your lips as you creamed around his cock was something you hadn’t heard before, breathy and wild.

“That’s right baby, cum on my cock as much as you want” He panted, his hands running soothingly up your back despite him still hammering into your sensitive pussy, “I’m your husband now, I’ll make him disappear and you'll be all mine won't you?”.

#yuuta okkotsu smut #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu #jjk smut #slimeball collab 💚#em writes ✍#em talks 👄

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emperorundying · 1 year ago

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TLT Dashboard Simulator- Pt 5

💀 drearybruh Follow

10,000 y/o lyctor gf who exclusively calls me 'lovey': Ugh they're still debating the ethics of using cavaliers as a resource to suck dry, I can't deal with this empire today.

me [heard 'suck dry cavaliers' and got so hard i got nauseous]: I think I hauve devils in me

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omg guys im so sorry ive been MIA!!! the alexandrite id been talking about won custody over our baby so i had a bit of a crisis about my future on the fifth house alone and loved only by the spirits. and then of course i visit the third over vacation and get roped into a multi-week bender [have u ever snorted dried marrow? life changing] and then i was lost on the third for likeeeee four days and had to find my way back through hitchhiking and bartering with my own blood.

but i promise ill update my Joy/Patience/Duty threesome fic soon :333

#rpf #munposting #EEEEEEE GET EXCITED GUYS #joy strap time? joy strap time.... #i see ur messages in the askbox and i super appreciate them btw but i cant justify answering all of them #BUT I SEE U AND I LOVE U <33

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SKELETAL SYSTEM BRACKET ROUND 3 GROUP A

We had two ties last round [within a margin of error of .1%!!] , so we decided it would make the most sense to make this a four-way poll. Propaganda:

Occipital Bone: do you want an unprotected cerebellum??? the infernal surface is groovy af, and all the nuchal lines are actually goated. are u seriously going to look me in the eyes and tell me the three-part bone of all time [father son and holy spirit, anyone?] can even be stepped to by some normie basic bone shit???????? cmon..... [via. @skullfuckbonegod]

Fibula: VOTE FIBULA!!!! bone with a best friend <3 Tibia already got out round 1 so its ur legal duty to stand up for its legbestie... also my hounds r named Fibula and Tibia and theyre adorbsies [via. @sodiumradiation]

Thoracic Vertibrae: twelve bones. twelve bones, one combined goal: fuck shit up, take names, keep that back backing. least commonly injured part of the spine for a reason. its built different. this shit protects ur spinal cord, provides attachments to your ribs, supports your chest and abdomen, and literally lets yr body move. objective best bones. [via. @ithinkthereforisam]

Scalpula: Scapula sweep!! Those are your angel wings. Watching your Cavs shoulder blades move under their skin while they carry a big sword is the best part of being a necro. They're also just such a good plane of bone they're perfect for breaking up into little pieces for bone adepts to store in their pockets. Also the attachment point for a bunch of muscles!!and the yummy little joint cavity… [via. @kavkisser]

#polls #tumblr polls #skeletal system #tibia #fibula #vertebrae #scalpula

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ARE YOU GUYS SERIOUS WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE EMPEROR HASN'T COMMENTED ON HIS FIRST AND SECOND'S SAINTS DISAPPEARANCES

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For my Edenite followers this is like if gun disappeared

#ARE THEY DEAD??? #Bro r we upping the fascism factor #STAFF THAT TAG IS A JOKE. I WOULD NEVER DREAM OF INSURGENCY

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I swear they're like the septum piercing havers of cavaliering 😭😭😭

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Ah. So you're unable to handle the pressures which are expected of the average Eighth House devotee, and as such, fall back upon insecure insults. Get a life + Praying for you + L.

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holy shit tower prince announcement this is crazy. liveblog time

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TRANSMASC AWE??????????

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NOT YET BUT WE ALWAYS COME BACK

#the locked tomb #tlt #dashboard simulator #nona the ninth #ntn #htn #harrow the ninth #dash simulator #gtn #gideon the ninth #my post #beauposting #ianthe naberius #ianthe tridentarius #cytherea loveday #gideon nav #john gaius

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cinnamonbear22 · 2 months ago

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Oblivious love (c.s x reader)

Chapter five

First four parts are up <3

HIIII omg im so sorry i didn’t write for so long i was so down but im back and i want to update as frequently as I possibly can <3 thank you all for your support :,) also if there’s any suggestions or any type of request i am soooo down to do lil one shots or headcannons im feelin creative 😛😛

Tw: Fem reader

the rest of my vacation with the triplets flew by. despite me and chris finally admitting our feelings to each other, it didn't make things any different between me and the rest of his brothers. i still spent extreme quality time with nick and matt, as well as having special evenings with just chris. but unfortunately it all came to an end, where now we were all walking through the airport with mopey, sad looks on each of our faces.

matt and chris carried all of my bags through the airport, not even allowing me to take my small carryon. my hand anxiously was gripping onto nicks arm around as we went to take a seat in the waiting area, listening carefully for my flight to be called. "i'm so sad" nick pouted, looking down at me as matt and chris sat across from us. "it felt just like old times when we were constantly together"

"i know" i sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder, both chris and matt were equally upset. "but it's not like we're never going to see each other again" i tried smiling and nudged both chris and matt with my foot.

"why don't you just move in with us?" matt looked at me with full seriousness, causing me to actually laugh at his wide eyes.

"my mom is all by herself at home, i couldn't do that to her, you know that" my eyes looked between chris and matt's since they were both awaiting an answer. "and i have a job that is most likely pissed at me for taking two weeks off"

"just quit your job" chris shrugged and we both exchanged weary smiles.

"you know i also can't do that" i kept eye contact with him, the same comforting eyes I’ve know since birth still sending butterflies right to my stomach.

"we'll come visit super super soon" nick reassured everyone, mostly his sad brothers. "we'll have a fun day with you and nathan and everyone else, soon, i promise" he looked down at me with a smile.

"i'm looking forward to it" i smiled back at nick, and looked back over at the other two. chris was definitely the most devastated out of all of them. It’s making my heart sink.

after about fifteen minutes of light conversation, they announced my flight over the p.a. system. all of their eyes widened as if it were an shocking surprise, making me slightly giggle. "i don't want you to go" nick pulled me into a big hug as i stood up. tears were threatening my eyes as i was in his tight embrace.

"stop it im going to start bawling" i shakily laughed in his tight hold.

“I’m so sorry we haven’t been around much, or the fact we haven’t flown you out sooner” he rubbed my back before pulling away from each other.

"don't be sorry, i know you guys are busy" i used the back of my hand to wipe the tears.

i went to matt next, hugging him just as tight as he rested his head on top of my own. "thank you so much for everything" he held me close and i could hear in his voice he was getting choked up as well.

"no, no, no" i pulled away from him and looked at his damp eyes, similar to nicks. "thank you for everything" i smiled gently and gave him one last hug before they called my flight once again. "i love you guys so much" i looked over at nick and matt, both of them looking as if they’re trying their hardest not to let any tears slip.

"text us once you land" nick grabbed my hand and held it gently, giving it a squeeze before i turned around and looked at chris.

his eyes were already bloodshot as his lashes were wet with a constant flow of tears. seeing him like this finally broke me and tears began to leak steadily from my eyes. "walk me to the gate?" i asked him softly, and all he could do is nod. "bye guys" i turned around and waved at them, and they both said goodbye back. i held onto chris's hand as we started to walk towards my assigned gate. we were both silent, the energy was very different from how he normally is. "can you say something?"

"i'm sorry" he swallowed hard as the gate came into vision. "i feel so devastated" he sighed and sniffled a little, breaking my heart more and more by the second. this reminded me of the time they visited boston awhile back, but i was the only one who was available to drive them to the airport (which i hate saying my goodbye's to them) and he was just as emotional leaving as he is now. he's always been so emotional with me.

"it's okay" i pushed out a smile and we both stopped a few feet in front of the gate. "it's not like we're never going to see each other again" i scoffed trying to cheer him up, but his entire face was becoming red and blotchy. "awe, chris" i stood on my tiptoes, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him to me.

he didn't hesitate to bend down to my level and snatch my waist quickly into his strong arms, holding me the tightest he's ever have in his life. "i know i'll see you soon but," he took a shaky breath into the side of my neck, his tears wetting his hoodie i was currently wearing. "damn i feel like we finally just started life together" he emphasized the ending, pulling me in closer. "it was such a small taste of everything i wanted, and now it's already gone"

"we have always been in this life together" i comforted him as best as i could, lacing my fingers through his soft hair as his head sunk more onto my shoulder. "it's not gone, it'll always be here, i'll always be here" i pulled away from him, holding his face as he stilled gripped strongly on my waist. "i hate seeing you cry" my breath hitched in my throat as i let out a small laugh. my thumbs swiped across his cheekbones as he stared intently down at me watching my every move.

"i love you" he faintly said trying to choke back tears, making my heart flutter.

"i love you too" i stood on my tiptoes once again and reached myself up to his lips. i held his face as our lips connected gently, kissing each other slow and soft yet so passionate as if we were going to be separated for eternity. his lips tasted a bit salty from his constant flow of tears as he held me even tighter. this wasn’t like him either, he hates public display of affection.

the p.a. system announced their third, and final call. we both pulled away from each other, holding each others eyes with our own. "i'll be back soon, i promise" he bit his bottom lip most likely to prevent it from trembling. his eyes still streamed with tears.

"i know you will" i gently brushed his hair to the side so i could see his eyes more.

"ill text you every second of the day" he swallowed and nodded harshly. "and call you everyday, no matter how busy i am" he brought his hands up to my face now, cupping it as we looked intensely in my eyes. "ill send you presents and letters and i'll always be available to you okay? one call away, one text away, one flight away, no matter what time of day, do you understand?" i nodded as tears weld greatly in my eyes at how caring and loving he is. i quickly kissed him once again, my time is now running up with him. "my sweet princess," he pulled me into another hug, gently kissing the top of my head with his hand holding the back of it. "i love you so much"

"i love you so much" i took a deep breath trying to prevent myself from sobbing.

"call me when you land" as we pulled away from each other, my heart instantly felt empty. i grabbed my carryon bag from his shoulder, to which he instantly kissed my cheek and put on a small smile. "i love you (y/n)"

"i love you" my throat felt like it was completely closed up, my heart felt slightly broken. i pushed my own self to start stepping towards the entrance, my feet feeling like cement and wanting to stay here with chris. i wiped my nose with the hoodies sleeve, his scent instantly filling my senses causing more tears to fall. i wanted to look back behind me at him again before i was on, but i couldn't bring myself to it. if i had, i would've probably ran right back to him.

i boarded the plane with a sniffly nose and wet eyes. i kept my eyes down at the floor trying to avoid all the stares and looks from concerned passengers. as i sat in my seat the flight attendant was going over safety instructions and material, but it was hard for me to even focus on the information. this was definitely the hardest goodbye i've said in awhile.

once the plane landed, my phone came back into service and already tons of messages were piled up all from chris.

chris<3

i miss u already

plz i hope the plane turns around im manifesting it

did it turn around

r u back in la ?! plz say yes

i hope u have a safe flight

u looked super cute in my clothes the lil sweatpants hoodie combo is sooo cute

but only my sweatpants and hoodies...

I CANT WAIT TO TALK TO UUUU

did u land yet??????

r u safe?? did the plane crash????

MY PILLOW STILL SMELLS LIKE UR CONDITIONER IM GONNA CRYYY

I MISS U

I LUV U

i'm scared what if the plane did crash i think id die

na id come find it and save u the moment it happens

nicks editing the car video now that u we're in u look so gorgeous i miss u

ur always so gorgeous yoyhe always been

**youve

text me when you can

i smiled at the plethora of messages, but i was only able to text back a little since i had to board off.

chris<3

i just landed, ill txt u when i can !!

i love u sm

as soon as i sent those text my phone instantly pinged with a message from him as if he'd been lingering on the message screen. unfortunately i couldn't open it right away considering i was already being nudged and pushed from the large crowd.

once i was off the plane i grabbed my luggage that was being put through on a conveyor belt. after i grabbed all of my belongings, my eyes started to scan the busy airport. "(y/n)!" i heard my name being shouted from behind me. "we're over here sweetie"

i turned around to see my mom, mr. and mrs. sturniolo, and nathan standing near my mother. they all waved me over and as much as this day was heartbreaking, this brought a large smile to my face. i quickly jogged over to them as my mom held her arms open for me and i had no hesitation running right onto them.

"i missed you" i hugged her tightly as she hugged me back.

"i missed you too (y/n)" she said warmly as we hugged each other for a long, long time. i was more of a homebody, being back in boston with my mother felt amazing. "did you have fun?" she asked while smiling down at me.

"i really did" i smiled back at her and quickly began greeting mr. and mrs. sturniolo with massive hugs as well. after all, they were like my second parents. especially mr. sturniolo, considering i never had a father figure in the house.

"did they behave?" mrs. sturniolo asked with a little grin.

"of course they did" i giggled a bit before giving nathan a big hug as well. "thank you guys all for coming" i looked around at the small group that came to greet me from my long trip.

"awe, of course sweetheart" mrs. sturniolo gave me a big smile of gratitude, lifting my spirits completely.

we all started to head out now, mr. sturniolo grabbed one of my suitcases and nathan grabbed the other one and my carryon bag. i repeatedly tried to tell him that i could carry my own stuff, but they refused to let me.

the adults walked a little ahead of us while discussing dinner plans with each other. "so" nathan began, looking over at me with mocking eyes as we trailed behind the rest of them. "you and chris finally came to your senses?"

"shut up" i glanced up at him, my face immediately burned up at the mention of chris. "how do you even know?"

"how do i know?" he scoffed teasingly down at me to which I hit the side of his arm. "hm, how would i know (y/n)?" he continued the teasing and talked to me as if i were a caveman. "it's not like i've been best friends with them for a just little while now" he looked down at me while making a goofy face to which i only rolled my eyes. "it's not like he told me the second it happened"

"did he really?" a smile now broke across my embarrassed face.

"i swear" nate nodded, dropping the sarcasm. "man, i've been hyping him up to do that since we were like, fourteen i think?"

"seriously?" i giggled a little, now trying to regain my composure. since i grew up with the triplets, it was inevitable that nate would also become a huge part in my life as well. i remember me and him didn't get along well at first, but as the years passed he became one of my best friends. we still consistently hangout with each other even when the triplets aren't around. "thank you for coming" i smiled up at him, earning a small grin back.

"of course" he slightly chuckled as we entered the busy parking lot. "i sort of missed you"

"awe..!" i dramatically cooed at him making him embarrassed now. "you missed me?" i jokingly pouted my lips and covered my heart.

"i take it back" he shook his head slightly as we finally approached mr. sturniolo's car. as much as i missed the triplets, i was extremely happy to be back in boston.

"what did you do tonight?" chris's voice hummed through my phone as i had him on speaker. i was putting away all my luggage and clothing from the trip as we finally got a chance to talk.

"well," i began to fold some of my pants and put them neatly back in my drawer. "your mom had me, my mom, and nate over for dinner tonight" i paced around my room putting each item back in their respective drawer. "and then after nate took me out for ice cream"

"he took you out?" chris's voice sounded extremely guarded.

"not like that you jerk" i shook my head as if he could see me. "you know what i mean, cmon it's nathan"

"i know, im just teasing you"

"right" i replied in a slightly sarcastic manner.

"did anyone talk about like... us? did our parents say anything?"

"of course they did" i giggled and sat down on the edge of my bed. "it was the hot topic of the dinner table"

"well what did they say?" his voice became shy with that question.

"my mom was mad that i didn't tell her, but honestly they were all pretty happy with it. your mom is also mad you didn't say anything to her"

"i'll have to call her later and catch her up then"

me and chris ended up talking for another three hours on the phone before finally hanging up and going to bed. we both agreed it was weird not sleeping next to each other since we had gotten so used to it, but until i see him again, his hoodie is going to have to do.

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fairysluna · 1 year ago

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INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 4: you must like me for me.

New Girl!AU — A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

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PAIRING - Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY - the unexpected presence of Aegon in your room brings the so desired moment of him finally seeing you as a friend. However, you were never good at giving advice and it all ends in a big mess.

TW/TAGS - cursing, body dysmorphia, mentions of blood, insecurities, this might be considered as a slight chubby!aegon, make out session, mentions of nudity, slow burn, friends to lovers, things get heated but nothing happens. If something is missing pls let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE - hi everyone, do you remember this fic? lmao. i know it's been MONTHS since i posted sth for this story, but well, i finally got the inspiration to write this, so this came out. I promise to be fully dedicated to this fic bc it's time i finish this already and bc im excited for it!! now im on vacations so i guess I'll have more time so... thank you if you waited for this fic, and thank you for reading!!🤍

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When you finally entered the loft your right hand was holding three files filled with tests for you to grade while the other one was carrying your bag and the keys of your home. You quickly scanned the living room to see if someone was there in order to greet them, but it was empty and messy as usual; leftovers of pizza and a half empty bottle of Coke soda in the center table. “It must've been Aegon”, you thought.

With a sigh you walked towards your room, worrying not to drop anything from your hands and thanking the gods as you saw the door slightly open. You kicked it, accidentally hard enough to make it smack against the wall behind it, and as soon as you looked inside the room, your eyes widened in surprise and all the things that were held by your trembling arms fell around the floor.

Aegon was standing in the middle of your room, shirtless and in the middle of flexing his muscles right in front of your mirror. He noticed your presence immediately, and he ran towards his shirt that was laying on your bed and covered his naked chest with a wild expression remarkably printed on his now red face.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, breathlessly.

"This is my room!" you quickly replied, ignoring the thousands of papers that were now scattered on the floor.

"Weren't you supposed to arrive at six? It's four pm!" Aegon rapidly put his shirt back on.

"We- they let us go home earlier because it's the school's anniversary- what are you doing here?" you spoke, stammering and interrupting yourself. You were still a bit taken aback with this whole situation.

There was a slight moment of doubt in Aegon's mind that was quite evident for your observant eye; he looked away from you as his arms crossed in front of his chest to cover himself even when he was no longer exposing himself. You arched your eyebrow, silently insisting on an answer or some kind of explanation; two days ago you could have sworn he did not like you, but now seeing him standing in your room in such a condition made you overthink everything.

However, before you could think about questioning his lack of words, Aegon sighed loud enough for you to hear the embarrassment and resignation, and soon a mumble followed.

"You have a mirror," he replied.

His response did nothing but confused you even more. A frown appeared on your face, one small gesture that Aegon might have misinterpreted as an angered one if he hadn't known you enough.

"A mirror?" Aegon nodded.

"You're the only one who has one in the bedroom, and-"

"What about the bathroom?" You interrupted out of pure curiosity. "And Aemond has one too."

"Jace has been taking a shit for hours and Aemond forbade me to enter his room since what happened the last time." You were about to open your mouth to ask about it, but he was faster. "Don't ask," he warned you, and you pressed your lips together, remaining silent. "Listen, just forget this. I'm gonna leave right now, and we'll pretend this never happened. Okay?"

He started to walk towards you in order to cross the doorframe behind you. He passed right next to you, and for some unknown reason, your body decided to act before your mind could even process what was going on. Before you even noticed, your hand was wrapped around Aegon's wrist in a grip that was surprisingly strong. Aegon froze right in the spot and the first thing he did was to watch your hand, to then lift his face and lay his deep, lavender eyes on you.

Your jaw clenched, unsure of what to do since everything seemed to be happening strangely fast. The situation was confusing, and it made you act out of instinct leaving you standing there beside him, with just a few seconds left to say something before it turned into something awkward and weird.

Aegon, who would naturally and instinctively reject other people's touch, did not even attempt to push you away from him; he just waited until you removed your hand from his wrist. His reaction was quickly excused by his own mind, thinking that it was only because you took him by surprise.

"Uh…" you muttered, still trying to process what to say, "if- if there's something troubling you, you can tell me, you know? Maybe it's something I can help with."

He just shrugged, trying to make it seem unimportant.

"Not really," he said, leaving the room afterwards without saying another word.

You sighed, resigned to only be seen as his roommate and not as a friend. You tried not to think about it while you kneeled down to pick up the files and papers that fell from your hands when you entered your room, because you did not want it to let it bother you.

But, when you managed to put all your things on your desk, you turned around and saw Aegon standing in the doorway with arms crossed and a defeated look on his face, which had a slight pinkish tone that you would have found adorable in another situation.

"Actually, yes," he started, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, as if he was scared of someone else listening to the conversation. "I kinda need help with something… I- uh, well, you are a girl so you probably know about this stuff, so…"

It was a difficult task for you to hide the emotion that lightened up your face after hearing his words, finally seeing the perfect opportunity to bond with the guy that has been avoiding you for weeks.

"Of course," you replied, trying not to speak too fast. "I can help you with anything."

"Alright." He nodded, looking down at the floor as he seemed to be putting some order to his words before they left his mouth. "So, the girl you saw the other day, the girl in the bar, remember?"

"I knew you liked her!"

"Well, I just want to bang her, but that's one way to put it," Aegon shrugged after his explanation, while you pressed your lips. "The thing is that, I think she's super hot and gorgeous, and way out of my league, and-"

"Oh, Aegon, you are handsome too!" You interrupted, and he quickly started to look impatient.

"Yeah, but that's not the point," he said, exasperated. "The thing is, the last time that I had sex, the girl I was fucking- uh… well, she said something about my body that really took me off."

"What did she say?" You curiously asked.

"She kinda made fun of it," he replied quickly, as if he was embarrassed.

Your eyes softened immediately after, and your first instinct was to touch him to give him support; however, halfway there you remembered he did not like those gestures, so your hand ended up in the air and seconds later you put it back. Aegon's breath was caught in his throat as he saw how your hand was so close to his skin.

"I'm sorry, Aegon."

"And now I can't get naked in front of this hot girl, even when I really want to!" He cleared his throat, and his tone suddenly changed, now being more angered rather than sad. "I just want to get laid, but I can't! This chick cursed me or something."

"You're not cursed," you said, trying to comfort him somehow. "Listen, you need to work on your self confidence, and-"

"And how do I do that?"

"Do what?"

"How can I work on my self confidence?"

You frowned, "I don't- I'm not sure how-"

"Oh come on!" He raised his voice with exasperation. "You're a teacher! Aren't you supposed to give guidance to your students?"

"Well, my students don't usually ask for sexual advice from their teacher so…"

"You need to help me, please," he pleaded, and you could clearly see the despair in his eyes begging you to say something useful.

You knew you could not fuck this up, not when it was probably the only chance you could have to bond with him after days trying to make him look at you as a friend. Inside of your mind you tried to remember anything that could work in this situation, all those psychology seminars you attended during your college days were coming back to your mind as you thought of an answer.

"Well, you can… try to stand naked in front of a mirror, maybe after you shower, and see the qualities of your body that you like the most."

“Would that work?”

“It might.”

“You sure?”

“Uh… Yes.”

He stood there, silently looking at the floor as he nodded. He muttered something that sounded like a ‘thanks’, and then he slowly turned around. He was visibly embarrassed, he was feeling too vulnerable to look at your face after opening up to you. Of course you immediately noticed, and, as you tried to ignore it, you found some words that you thought he might need to hear.

"Aegon," you called him, and he froze with one foot out of the room and the other inside. He turned around to look at you over his shoulder, and you sighed, "just remember that every person has his own concept of beauty, and only because someone didn't appreciate yours, it doesn't mean other girls won't… We are all beautiful under the right pair of eyes."

He clenched his jaw, gave you a small –almost unnoticeable– nod, and he left. You stood there for a few more seconds before you returned your attention to what you were supposed to be doing. The papers that now were on your desk, were waiting for you to grade them. Just the mere thought of reading through them made you sigh with exhaustion.

It was going to be a long day.

A knock on your door got you distracted enough for you to stop doing your task. The pen dropped from your hand as you turned around to find Jace with a soft smile on his face. You smiled back at him.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

“Are you too busy?” He asked, “I've brought some Chinese food to eat for dinner.”

“Let me finish revising these papers and I'll be there in a minute,” you said as he nodded.

He was about to leave, but then he returned. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he started, “the bathroom lock is broken, so you need to knock before you get in, just in case we're inside.”

“Are you guys gonna buy a new one?”

“Yes. Aemond will go tomorrow after work, we'll divide the costs afterwards,” he explained.

“Oh, alright.”

“Now, hurry or the food will get cold,” he said, and then left the room leaving the door open.

You managed to finish the paper a few minutes later, and then you went to the bathroom to wash your hands before going to eat with the rest. You did what you were told, and you knocked on the door. You waited a couple of seconds, making sure no one would reply from inside before you finally opened the door.

As soon as you opened it, you saw Aegon standing in front of the mirror and staring at himself. Naked.

“Oh, Gods!” you yelped. Your eyes involuntarily taking a quick look over him.

Damn.

“What the fuck?!” he screamed, covering his nudity with both of his hands and wildly blushing.

“Oh gods, I'm so sorry-”

“Get out!”

You acted so quickly that your legs tumbled against each other on your way out. The loud sound of the door closing behind your back echoed in the empty hall as you covered your mouth with your hand, a nervous giggle escaped from your lips before you could even try to hold it back. Your eyes were wide open, and your mind tried to process what you had just seen; Aegon fully naked.

Aemond and Jace soon appeared in the hall as they heard the screaming and the door slam. You looked at them with your breathing fast and sharp, staring at them as if you've seen a ghost. Their curiosity peaked.

“What happened?” Aemond asked, visibly worried.

“Uh- I…”

“Are you okay?” he asked again, and you started to feel a bit overwhelmed.

“I just- I need to- uh… wait for me a bit, I'll- I'll be back in a minute.”

The heat on your cheeks was impossible to ignore as you locked yourself in your room, completely ignoring their questions; you were panicking. You felt dumb, and you closed your eyes frustrated knowing that you screwed it up. You invaded his space and now he will, inevitably, put some distance with you. Now you just wanted to bury your face in the pillow out of embarrassment. How were you supposed to talk to him now that you saw him in all his glory?

And, oh gods, there was glory.

You were ashamed of what just happened; or maybe you just felt embarrassed because you couldn't help but blush at the memory of his body.

The pillow between your hands went straight to your face, muffling the groan that you let go as you fell onto your bed. Gods, you were fucked.

That very same early morning, after finishing their shift, Aegon was supposed to make his first move on the girl who had been in his mind. It was already closing time, the bar was empty at 5am and there was only him and Ceryse. She would occasionally glance at him hoping he would notice that she wore her tightest shirt for him. However, Aegon was busy trying to cheer himself up, trying to forget about that stupid chuckle of yours that still echoed in his mind, haunting him like a fucking ghost.

He had heard you, and –of course– his insecurities made him think the worst.

He was so nervous. It was almost embarrassing how sweaty his palms were; the situation was out of his control and he hated it. He was barely able to focus on his task, absentmindedly cleaning a glass with a cloth as he tried so hard to ignore her presence just to not feel so anxious. His shaky hands failed, and his plan to go unnoticed was unsuccessful; the glass slipped from his fingers and broke into pieces on the floor.

Ceryse widened her eyes and she immediately went to help him, which only made things worse for him. In a desperate attempt to keep her away, he kneeled on the floor and started to pick the glasses with his bare hands, causing small cuts all over his fingers as he did. Low curses and soft moans left his lips as the pinching pain appeared, and Ceryse —as lovely as always— tried to stop him by grabbing his hands and forcing him to stand up.

“You fool,” she mumbled, looking at the bleeding cuts on his fingertips. “You hurted yourself.”

“It's not a big deal-”

“Let me get the emergency kit, don't do anything,” she went to the manager’s office and came back in about a minute later with a red and white box in her hands. Aegon was breathing heavily. He had never felt so insecure.

With the help of a forceps, she started to remove the tiny pieces of glass from his fingers. Aegon would hold his breath, not being able to control his heartbeat when he had her so close to him; he was able to smell her perfume and see her cleavage. He knew he had to be excited, he knew he had all the reasons to enjoy that moment, but you and your stupid giggle refused to leave his mind.

“There,” she murmured as she finished. “Nice and clean.”

Aegon looked at his fingers and noticed how small drops of blood were forming in the tiny cuts. Ceryse took a small tissue and gently tapped on the wounds, cleaning them. Aegon had his lips slightly parted, stiff as a rock as he was almost scared to move. He cursed again, and she softly smiled at him as she finished.

“There you go,” she said, “clean and healed.”

“Uh… Thanks,” Aegon replied, giving her an awkward smile.

She remained silent for a bit, looking at him up and down through her long, blonde lashes. She was visibly flirting with him, but he seemed to be ignoring her. Ceryse had been waiting long enough for him to make the first move, so she now took advantage of their situation; both of them completely alone in the closed bar, about to finish their night shift. She wasn't going to let this opportunity go.

“Are you done playing that game?” She asked. Aegon frown.

“What?”

“I've noticed the way you look at me, Aegon…” she murmured. His breathing was caught on his throat when she started to slowly unbutton her blouse. “I want to let you know that… I've been wanting the same thing for a long time.”

“What- I- uh… what?”

She giggled, and it was the sexiest sound he had ever heard, yet it wasn't enough to suppress your goddamn laugh. A small ‘fuck’ escaped his lips before he could hold it back, and her hands were pressed on his thighs as she leaned towards him. Aegon hummed, cheeks burning red as he felt so exposed all of the sudden.

“We're alone now,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his jaw. “We can do it right here, right now…”

“I don't know if- If it's a good idea…”

She looked shocked.

“Is Aegon Targaryen rejecting an adventure?” she teased him. “Who are you?”

“There's cameras.”

“I turned them off when I went to the office.”

“What if someone walks in?”

“That would only make things spicier.”

“What if it's Nick,” he said, referring to their manager.

“He won't come until 10am.”

He ran out of excuses. The eagerness was visible in her eyes as she bit her lip.

“I'm done waiting, Aegon…” she murmured.

“Ceryse-”

She silenced him with a kiss, and he widened his eyes. He was unable to concentrate on whatever was happening at that moment. His heart was racing, his breathing suddenly ragged, and his hands still shaking as he tried to hold her waist.

Aegon tried to focus and enjoy this. He closed his eyes and followed the kiss, but things got a bit more complicated when she daringly grabbed one of his hands and put them in her rear. Somehow, he felt uncomfortable, so instead of giving her a squeeze, he moved his hands to her hips.

Fuck, he wanted to run and hide.

When her hands attempted to go under his shirt, he squirmed away from her touch, still managing to keep his lips pressed against hers. She giggled, thinking he was just playing hard to get, but as she repeated the action, the outcome was the same.

“Come on, baby,” she murmured against his lips, starting to feel the awkwardness of the situation.

“Just- wait… Ceryse, wait.”

“Don't be shy now…” she said, biting his lip. Aegon hissed.

“I need you to wait- shit,” he said as he squirmed away from her touch once again.

She leaned back, taking a few steps backwards before she looked at him. Her hands immediately went to her chest, to cover the skin that was exposed thanks to her unbuttoned blouse. Her cheeks lit up like fire as she realized how uncomfortable Aegon was.

“Shit…” she murmured, feeling deeply ashamed. “I thought- I thought you liked me. I'm sorry…”

“I do, I swear, I- Ceryse!”

“I'm so sorry, Aegon.”

“No, Ceryse, wait-”

She turned around and left, picking her bag from the counter and leaving the bar in a hurry. Aegon stood there, frozen in his place, his purple eyes filled with confusion to what had just happened, and once the realization hit him like a truck, he brushed his hands against his face and sighed.

“For fuck’s sake.”

Back in the apartment, you were sitting drinking your morning coffee before going to school. You were staring at the news on the TV before you heard the front door slamming close. You jumped in your place, looking confused until Aegon appeared in your sight; your cheeks immediately getting warm as the image of his nudity came back to your mind. However, the expression on his face made you forget about all the embarrassment, and you worried instantly. You hurried to stand up from the kitchen table and go towards him, he groaned as soon as he noticed you were getting closer.

“Aegon, are you alright?” You asked, but there was no answer.

He walked past you, going to the kitchen and ignoring you completely. Of course that your preoccupation did not let you notice such a gesture.

“Hey, is there something you want to talk about?” You insisted, trying to look over his shoulder. “I know what happened might be a little embarrassing for you, but I just want you to know that I barely saw anything!”

Aegon ignored you again.

“Aegon, come on,” you said. “I can help you with anything-”

“Can you?” He interrupted you as he finally turned around and acknowledged your presence. “Because last time you helped me, you cause me another fucking trauma!”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, closing his eyes while he debated inside his mind whether to tell you what had just happened or just keep it to himself. But you were annoyingly insistent, and he just wanted to be alone all day.

He always wanted to be alone when things went wrong.

“You fucked me up even more!” he exclaimed, making you lean back and your lower lip trembled, feeling awful. “I couldn't fuck Ceryse because your stupid laugh was replaying in my mind over and over again,” he confessed. “Like a fucking reminder that my body sucks!”

“Aegon, I didn't-”

“You fucking laughed at me!”

“I didn't laugh at you, Aegon!” you raised your voice, matching his tone. “I was nervous, it was an awkward situation. I saw you naked! Of course I would get nervous!”

Aegon went silent, pressing his lips in a thin line as his eyebrows furrowed. You took a step closer, but he took a step back. You sighed defeated, knowing that all the progress you have made to become his friend had easily vanished in a matter of seconds.

“Look,” you said. “I'm sorry, Aegon. I never meant to make you feel bad.”

He scoffed.

“Yeah, as if a simple apology would fix it,” he said, pettily.

You both stayed in silence for a few seconds, your lips pressed in a thin line as you tried to come up with a solution to your problem. It was certain that you did not have too many options, and Aegon was not giving signs of having an idea to fix it either. That is why you panicked, and your hands went to the hem of your shirt and started to lift it up.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he asked, scandalized.

“I'm getting naked so we can call it even,” you explained, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“I don't want to see you naked! What is wrong with you?”

“Well, then what do you want me to do? I can't get inside your brain and take my laugh out of it.”

“I certainly don't want to see you naked!” he said.

“Alright, I'm sorry, okay?!” you quickly said, looking at his eyes. “I'm sorry that I laughed, and I'm sorry it made you feel bad.”

“That doesn't-”

“Shut up,” you interrupted him. “You are not ugly, you're hot. There, I said it! You have a handsome face and a hot body, and even though you're so grumpy sometimes, your face compensates for it. You know why? Because you are handsome, you idiot.”

“I-”

“I wish I could go with that girl and beat her fucking ass for what she did to you. I wish!” His eyes widened, he was slightly flustered. “She didn't know what she had. You're a good catch, Aegon, and if you don't start to believe it for yourself then no one will.”

You left the room in an overly dramatic walk, leaving Aegon behind with his eyes wide open and his cheeks red. His breathing, somehow, was fast and unsteady. His blood was running quickly down his body as he cleared his throat and turned around to worry about his breakfast. Yet, your words had left a feeling in his gut which felt quite nice.

Aemond suddenly walked out of his room and stopped when he saw Aegon standing in the middle of the open kitchen, staring at the unbaked bacon in the pan. He was weirded out by his brother's strange attitude.

“What's wrong with you?” Aemond asked.

Aegon woke up from his trance and shook his head.

“Nothing.”

He didn't sound too convincing.

“We made a pact, Aegon,” he reminded him, going towards the coffee machine and pouring some of it on a cup. “You are not allowed to sleep with her.” he whispered those last words just to make sure you wouldn't hear it.

“What are you talking about?” he scoffed.

“Just a reminder,” Aemond shrugged, sipping his coffee while Aegon finally turned on the stove.

“Shut up.”

It was 6pm when you arrived back in the apartment after a long day at school. You were dragging your feet through the hall and towards your room, noticing that neither Aemond or Jace had arrived yet, and Aegon was probably in his room. It had been a long day, and the only thing that you craved was a nice and warm shower before going to bed. It was a need.

After your discussion with Aegon in the morning and the tiny bug in your chest that was making you feel guilty all day, you needed some time to relax, to stand beneath the warm water and let it wash away all the stress of your body. So that's what you did.

You took off your clothes the moment you stepped into the bathroom, then quickly got in the shower, feeling the warmth wrapping your body. Your shoulders immediately relaxed and you saw all your troubles vanished in that instant, you let yourself sigh.

Your mind went blank and all you could feel was the warmth and comfort the water produced. It was lovely, it made you forget about all the issues and troubles.

When you finished, you stood there for a bit longer, enjoying the last moments of peace before you would cross your path with Aegon's.

What you did not expect was that, at the very moment that you opened the shower curtain, Aegon opened the door.

And he looked at you.

Naked.

You screamed as your hands went to cover yourself as much as you could. Aegon's mouth dropped as he stared longer than he should have, his pale cheeks turning red as he swallowed hard.

“Aegon!” you yelled his name.

Only then he seemed to react, because he immediately muttered a small ‘sorry’ and then he closed the door. You immediately took the towel from the hanger and you covered yourself, breathing fast. You almost slipped in your way out of the shower, silly movements as you were still trying to take in what had happened.

That goddamn door lock.

Then, in the middle of the silence, you heard him speak.

“Well, I guess we’re even now, aren't we?” he joked on the other side of the door.

“Shut up!” you said, between nervous laughs.

He laughed it off too, and that sound made you smile wider as your cheeks got warm.

It was true though; now you can finally call it even.

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Little Red Bracelet

Summary: Jason was bleeding when Kara arrived at Wayne Manor. He’d be dead to her as soon as she confirmed he was alive.

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence and injury.

Pairings: Jason Todd x Kara Zor-El, Dick Grayson x Kara Zor-El

Jason was bleeding when Kara arrived at Wayne Manor.

“Ms. Zor-El, what a pleasant surprise,” Alfred said, his white gloved hand still on the doorknob. The butler made no move to vacate Kara’s path.

“Alfred, please let me in,” Kara whispered, her words so soft they barely touched the silence that clung perpetually to the estate’s walls. She kept her voice level in order to mask the rage that bit at her insides. Kara shifted in the entryway. Right to left. Left to right.

“I am afraid I have been ordered to keep you out of the manor, Ms Kara.” The remorse that tinged Alfred’s voice was sincere. Still, the space behind Kara’s eyes became hot and her hands clenched in on themselves.

He promised. They made an agreement- had an understanding. Yet here she was, shaking at the doorstep of Bruce Wayne’s mansion because his son lacked any instinct for self preservation. Kara told herself that this was the last straw, that she would see him this one time and that would be it. Done. Out. Over.

Jason Todd would be dead to her as soon as she confirmed he was alive.

Kara swallowed, and met Alfred’s eyes with an apologetic frown. “I’m sorry Alfred, but I’m coming in.” She didn’t wait for his objection before she brushed him aside, as if dusting away a leaf that had fallen on her shoulder.

Wayne Manor was cold. The first time Kara had entered, cowering behind the form of her older cousin, she shivered, and not just from the impending sense of doom. All of the warm mahogany and leather scented candles in the world could not disguise the mansion for what it was; a cave. The Batman-Billionaire was not quick to welcome another Kryptonian, but with a little heroism on Kara’s part and vouching from Dick Grayson, Kara was a regular. Now, she strode in, sure-footed and furious.

“Jason!”, she shouted, scanning through the walls for some glimpse of him. Nothing. She turned to demand that Alfred tell her where he was, but he had vanished. Kara let out a frustrated huff and swallowed the fear rising in her throat. As soon as she wrangled the worry induced nausea, the guilt crept into her stomach.

She knew he was going after Joker, he had told her.

“I didn’t say he doesn’t need to be stopped, Jason. Im saying this isn’t the time to engage. And certainly not alone,” Kara sighed, picking up the sweatshirt Jason had peeled off of himself and plopped on the floor. His leather jacket had been scrubbed of blood an hour prior and was drying as they spoke. He was bent over a dresser (a birthday gift from Kara), scavenging for clean kevlar amour. A bowl of leftover pasta sat, untouched and cold, atop the furniture.

Jason hadn’t been eating much. The hunt for Joker had been on for weeks- it consumed Jason. He didn’t sleep, didn’t speak with anyone unless out of necessity. Kara tried to understand the desire - the need, to tear Joker down. But she had learned awhile ago that any mission fueled by rage was doomed.

Kara’s attempt at reasoning was met with silence. Her blood boiled.

“This is bullshit, Jay.” The profanity caught his attention- but only for a second. Jason glanced up at Kara, waiting for elaboration, and when he was met with a furrowed brow and pursed lips- he went back to foraging.

“I know what I’m doing,” He stated plainly, “he’s not gonna live through this- and Gotham will be better for it.”

What has Gotham done for you? Kara wanted to ask. All she heard from Jason were stories of shiners from police and scrounging in garbage cans while the rich ate caviar and fucked the same prostitutes that lived on his streets.

Maybe that was it. Maybe Jason felt some type of ownership over the city that had raised him. Maybe he needed to feel like all of the hunger and the pain and the death was worth it- because now he got to make a change. Now he got to contribute to the symphony of gunfire that had once been his lullaby.

“It’s all the same, Todd. Death is death, no matter which people are at which ends of the gun.” Kara’s pleas were whispers in the howling wind. He wouldn’t listen, she knew, but it didn’t stop her from saying, “Please don’t. Not tonight.” Kara considered getting on her knees and begging. She had seen numerous criminals, petty and professional alike, assume the position and look up at her. They fumbled their words. Some cried. Some even soiled themselves when her blue eyes glowed red down upon them. She thought about what she’d say: Please, please. Not tonight. Tonight can just be us. We can pull the blinds and put the TV on and you can kiss me as hard or as soft as you like. Just stay. It can be one of those nights where you pick a movie and I pretend to be learning something about ‘culture.’

Those nights had ended when Joker made his return to Gotham. Kara wanted to scream. She wanted Joker dead for what he did to Jason. She wanted to rip him up and bleed him dry. She wanted to grind him under her knuckles-paint him across the city streets. She wanted to melt him down to nothing and pour him into Gotham Harbor.

That was the kicker! It wouldn’t be a fight- not like it was for Jason. She could float down like an angel into whatever cess pool Joker currently occupied and break him until he was malleable and rotting.

That type of thinking was unproductive- damaging- she knew. But it was nice to submerge oneself in a tide of self destructive thought. In that way, Kara could understand why the need for vengeance had ravaged all that Jason was.

It wasn’t a difficulty concept to grasp. Kara held the same feelings towards Brainiac. Her dead planet was there when she closed her eyes every night. The screams of her parents echoed in between every moment of peace. When she looks at herself all she sees is the reflection of a crumbling Krypton, projected back in the whites of her eyes. But Krypton was gone- irrevocably and permanently gone. It did not roam her streets or make the news. She did not live with the constant reminder of its presence. There was peace to be found in that.

Things were different for the Red Hood.

Jason was dressed now- complete in leather and guns snug in their holsters. Kara almost smiled. She liked him like this. It had taken awhile to grow fond of; the brutality of his persona. Red Hood. The undead bringer of justice. Killer. Gunslinging Robin- back from the grave. Vengeance, always vengeance.

Eventually, with the growth of mutual trust, came the appearance of something much more rare. Something much more foreign to either of them.

Intimacy.

It lingered on their knuckles between brawls and stuck to their shoulders after helping one another stumble to safety. It hung in the air after every argument. Kara could taste it on her teeth after Jason’s tongue had been in her mouth. It wasn’t love; she knew that. She wasn’t even sure if it was romantic. All that Kara could be sure of was that her soul ached at the thought of Jason every suffering at the Joker’s hands again.

Jason rose from his hunched position by the dresser and turned to face Kara. His gaze was cold. Kara knew there was no way to keep him with her.

“Will you hand me my bracelet?” he requested, peeking past her and nodding toward the beside table.

The bracelet was a gift, a peace offering after a particularly brutal argument. It was a small ring of red fabric from her cape- supplemented with the binding of a copy of Pride and Prejudice, for structural support. Roy had helped her make it.

Kara handed him the bracelet and hung her head in defeat.

“Make sure he stays dead.”

Jason’s hand was clad with an intravenous needle, a heart monitor, and his red bracelet. Kara’s breath caught, solid and hot in her chest when she entered the cave’s medical bay.

Kara took him in, her eyes scrounging for detail. Jason, Jason, Jason. Her heart slammed against her chest with such force she thought it might burst through her body and splat on the floor. She imagined it pulsating on the linoleum beneath her. Thump, thump, thump.

“Kara?”

Dick’s voice cut through her day-dream. Kara tore her gaze from the floor to see a grief ravaged Dick Grayson striding towards her. His face was pale and hollow, eyes sunken, and hair matted and greasy. Before she could take a step forward, Dick was embracing her; his body quivering around her as he clung and buried his face into her neck. Kara’s arms acted on instinct, pulling his body into her and cradling his head. Kara’s fingers tangled themselves into the curls at the base of his neck. She held onto Dick; gaze never wavering from the boy in the cot before her.

Jason was bleeding. Crimson stained the sheets around his torso, showing through the bandages that encircled his abdomen. He was pale, taking in slow, shallow respirations. His face was purple and bludgeoned- barely recognizable. Kara felt her legs wobble beneath her. If it weren’t for a certain Blue Bird in her arms, Kara would have fallen to the floor. She would have collapsed right next to her beating heart- laid her head down and let it pump the remainder of her blood into the open air.

“Kara, you can’t be in here.”

She hadn’t noticed Bruce was standing by the bedside until he spoke. Her gaze snapped to him.

“Is he okay?” she whispered. She heard her own voice as if from underwater.

“He is going to be fine. Now please, Kara, go upstairs. And take Dick with you…”

The rest of Bruce’s lecture was drown out by the lazy beats of Jason’s heart. Kara counted them- each thump more beautiful than the last. She loved Jason’s heartbeat. From the moment they met, she was attuned to its thick, off-kilter beats. Jason had told her, when she asked, that the Lazarus Pit had just made it ‘different.’

“How long has he been out?” Kara demanded.

Bruce scowled. “Three hours. I’m not going to ask again. Get out. I’ll tell you when he wakes up.”

Kara grinned- toothy and mean. Tears fell past her lip and into her open mouth. “Or what, Bruce? Are you gonna make me leave?” Clark had warned her against reminding Batman of what she was. He told her not to give him any more reasons to stock up on Kryptonite.

Dick groaned into her neck, straightening himself and cupping Kara’s face, forcing her gaze away from Jason. His eyes were bleary and hopeless. Two blue pools of misery. “They gotta cut him open, Kara,” Dick drawled. She smelt liquor on his breath.

Kara opened her mouth to protest- but Bruce was quick to explain.

“Joker planted an explosive behind his rib cage. We have to take it out. And you cannot be in this room when we do.”

Dick awoke to sunlight filtering through the curtains of the living room. He groaned, tightening his grasp around the girl pressed against his body. His head was pounding and the insidious tendrils of dread that had made their home in his chest had not wavered. The whole night felt on ocean away; distanced by gallons and gallons of thick water, suspended before him. He couldn’t keep the words from cutting their way back into his head. Not again. Flashes of Jason’s small, mauled body rotted his dreams.

Jason’s alive.

He repeated the affirmation over and over as he stared at the ceiling- again and again until it sounded like truth. Neither Alfred nor Bruce had emerged from the cave since Jason had arrived, bloody and thrashing, carried into the medical unit by Dick’s own hands. Jason’s blood was dried and flaking from underneath Dick’s fingernails as he traced slow circles across Kara’s cheek. It was a miracle she was still asleep. Dick, sloppy with intoxication, had played every card he had to get Kara to settle down on the couch.

“Kara, please, please- you can see him in the morning.”

“Stay with me or I’m grabbing the kryptonite.”

“You’re only going to distract Alfred.”

“We couldn’t help him, even if we were in there.”

After hours of pleading, and Kara clawing at the BatCave door, she finally collapsed into him- letting Dick scoop her into his arms. She sobbed into his chest until his t-shirt was soaked and all she had left to give were labored breaths and apologies.

“It’s my fault- he told me…”

“…shouldn’t have let him…”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Jason…Jason…Jason…”

Dick let her apologize. He let her drown in remorse until her throat was dry and sleep took her away from him.

Now, as Dick examined her face in the morning light- he wished he would’ve corrected her. He wished he would’ve told her about the life that she had breathed into Jason. He wished he would’ve told her that she was keeping him afloat. He wished he would’ve pressed his whiskey soaked lips to her ear and droned on and on about how much they both loved her, until they drifted into nothingness.

But he hadn’t, and now Kara’s face was puffy from crying and grey with guilt. Her lips were swollen and parted, taking in tiny sips of air with each inhale. Golden hair lapped at her shoulders and tickled Dick’s nose. He held his breath, pausing to engrave this image of her into his memory. Soft, relaxed, melting into him like his skin held the only warmth in the world. Dick pressed his lips to her forehead. She smelt sweet and earthy- like air after a storm.

Of course, this image of Kara could not be farther from the truth. He had seen her soaring through the sky and bending steel with her bare hands. He has seen her eyes glow red and melt their target down to nothing. Kara Zor-El had rolled with the filthiest of villains and came up victorious. What’s more-she wasn’t tainted by the encounters. With each brawl in the Gotham streets, Dick had to remind himself that he was not the same as the men and women he fought against. Not better- just different. Dick Grayson. Not Nightwing, Not Robin. He was a person, and he wouldn’t lose himself to the violence and the abuse and the terror that he submerged himself in every night.

Kara was above it all. She had bled and broken and dragged herself from the edge of defeat countless times. For every time she fell, she rose, wobbling on weak knees- chin high. She would recover from this. She would forgive Jason.

Kara stirred when Dick removed his lips, her blue-grey eyes fluttering open and fixing onto him immediately. She didn’t squint, didn’t fight back the sudden onslaught of light invading her cornea. Kryptonian eyes didn’t waste time adjusting in the morning.

“…Jason?”

Her question was answered with the creak of the staircase and Jason’s gargled cough as he hobbled into the living room. She tensed against Dick's body, her fists bawling up in the fabric of his T-shirt. Dick could feel the heat building behind her eyes. It warmed his cheeks. He almost sighed at the feeling.

By the time Kara dragged herself off the couch and away from Dick, Jason had made his way down the stairs and stood at the corner of the living room.

“Are you okay?” Kara’s voice shook. Her jaw clenched so tight she thought she might shatter her teeth and choke on them.

Jason stood in front of her, straining against gravity to keep himself upright. Kara almost came to his side to help him stay up. Almost. He was purple and green and pale all over. Kara knew that his grey shirt was hiding long lines of fresh stitches and scraped skin. Jason shifted on his feet and swallowed a wince.

Kara swallowed a sob.

“Good as new,” Jason chirped, ending the last syllable with the twist of a smirk on his scarred lips.

Dick was behind her as soon as Jason’s words came out, gingerly grazing her fist with his fingers. She knew he was attempting to calm her- or warn her. But it was too late for restraint. Dick strode over to Jason, slinging an arm around his back, bracing him. Kara felt phantom tremors in the hardwood under her feet.

Kara exhaled, blowing hot air out of her nose and refocusing her vision. She held out her hand, palm up, and said, “Give it to me.”

Jason’s eyebrows drew close in confusion.

“What?”, he questioned.

“Give me the bracelet. I want it back.” Each syllable that came off her tongue was cold and acidic.

Hurt registered on Jason’s face for more than a second. He was too tired to mask his emotions in sarcasm and an expertly placed glare. “Kara…”, - a plea from Dick. She didn’t budge.

Jason continued to stare at her, his exhaustion stricken expression never wavering. “Did Joker fuck up your ear drums too?”, she spat.

Jason recoiled at her words- as if she had slapped him.

“That’s enough,” Dick announced, positioning himself in between the two. “Kara, go home and you two can talk later.” His blue eyes were alight with anger. Dick was angry at her. Good. Clark was right. Bridges were bound to burn, especially ones that led to Waynes.

Kara choked on a laugh and pushed Dick aside.

“You lied to me. You’re a lair, Jason. You promised me that you were done with the self endangerment and the vendetta and the meaningless violence. I cannot spend every night wondering if I’m gonna see you alive the next day." Her voice broke on the end of the sentence, fizzling into a whisper as tears built up in her eyes. Kara looked at her shoes- desperate to keep herself from falling apart in Wayne Manor. "I don't like this anymore," she rasped at the ground, "and I won't feel like this again."

Jason’s expression had hardened as Kara spoke. He was just as stoic as he was during Bruce’s lectures or beating criminals into mush. It made Kara’s stomach curl. Just as she was about to launch another attack of insults, Jason pulled the bracelet off his wrist and handed it to Kara. Their gazes met, his green eyes steady on her. She fought the urge to break his nose. Kara hoped he didn’t catch the tears swelling in the ridges of her eyes. It took the rest of her self control to grab the bracelet, careful to avoid touching Jason’s skin, and wrap her shaking fingers around it.

She dropped her head. The sight of Jason was tearing down her resolve to leave. But she had too.

If the destruction of her planet had taught her anything, it was that it is wise to know when to leave. Best not to wait until things fall apart. She was good at feeling for the cracks. Good at feeling the tremors of instability beneath her feet and seeing them for what they were; warnings. The signs are always there. They were there before Krypton broke apart in space. They were there before Kara held Lena Luthor’s dead body in her arms. They were there when Kal-El turned his back on her and joined the Regime. And they were here now, in Jason’s silence and her shaking hands.

It was time to go.

“Good bye, Jason,” Kara stated, not trusting herself to take him in one last time. If she looked at him too long she might break and cry and beg him to stay in her arms until she was ready to let go.

Kara turned, stepping away from a bleeding Jason Todd, and let herself out of Wayne Manor.

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luvsturn1 · 8 months ago

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7 minutes in heaven

hey y'all.. so this is not the story i was planning on posting. but i wanna post before i go on my vacation. so here it is!! i'll try and post the longgg one soon but i don't wanna finish it rn bc it's at like 15k words so i have no idea weather to finish it or not🙂

warnings: smut! semi public(at a party), underage drinking, cussing (i think that's all)

pairing: matt x fem!reader

word count: 2,150

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You and your sister Madi filipowicz have a lot of similarities, but you guys have more different interests then same, like for example. She loves partying, you don’t. You love spending time alone, she loves hanging out with friends. She’s a morning person and you’re not. But dispute your differences you love her with all your heart and would to anything for her…well maybe not everything.

“ please y/n I don’t wanna go to this party alone, and plus you never get out of the house. So please for the love of god come to the party!!” Your sister says flopping on your bed and turning to you.

“ I don’t want to go out tonight, I went with you last time and I did not enjoy it one bit. Plus aren’t your friends going to come with you anyway so what’s the big deal if I don’t go this one time”

“ because you always say “ I’ll go next time” but you never do, your going to rot away in your bed if you stay cooped up in the house all the time” Madi says sitting up to look at you with her puppy dog eyes that she does all the time and it drives you crazy because she knows that you will give in and say yes to whatever her request is.

“ what!! I don’t say that all the time and for your information, not like it’s any of your business but I’m going out next week to go to a birthday party for one of my friends from work.” You say acting like her joke about you “rotting away in your bed” hurt your feelings. “ plus even if I did want to go I don’t have a dress to wear” you say as you lay back to lean on the head of your bed.

“ pleasee I promise to make it up to you. It will be fun nicks going to be there, your friends with him right?”

“ yea me and Nick are friends I guess, but I always either get lost or left behind at all the parties that I go to with you. It’s not fun going to a party and you only know your sister and her friends.” You say looking at her with a straight face.

Your sister doesn’t say anything, but just leaves your room to go to her room. About 15 minutes pass and she comes back with a dress that you are convinced people would wear at a strip club. “ I am not wearing whatever that is, it’s not even going to cover my ass” you say getting up to go to your closet to grab a pair of sweats and a crop top.

“ no. There is absolutely no way I am letting you wear that to a party. Dress up and it’s fine I’ve worn this before and it covers enough of your ass. So put those away and take this dress and get ready cause we are leaving at 8:30” Madi says walking out of your room to get herself ready.

It was now 8:15 and your sister had been at you for the last 30 minutes to hurry up. You were almost ready you just had to finish putting your dress on. You put the dress on and you realized that your sister had lied to you. It in fact did not cover your ass at all.

“ MADI!! IM GOING TO KILL YOU.” You say running down your stairs to find her friends at the door. It was nick Matt and Chris the triplets. You have seen them before and you really liked Nick probably caused he is gay and you don’t like to hangout with guys. Chris also wasn’t a problem it was Matt Sturniolo. You didn’t like hate hate him just when you were with him he just made you uncomfortable. He always stared at you like he was trying to undress you with his eyes.

“ come on it’s not that bad you look good” Nick says coming up to hug you. You don’t say anything cause you know you look good you just don’t like dressing up. ~Time skip~

When you all got there madi and Nick practically jumped out of the car that was still not fully parked. Chris soon followed after them leaving you with Matt.

“ you look good tonight” Matt says and you can tell he’s smerking without even looking back at him. “save me at least one dance princess” he says as he walks past you leaving you at the front door before you could say yes or no.

The house was nice, it was packed with people and you already didn’t enjoy it. But you brushed off the feeling and made your way to the kitchen where Nick and your sister were downing shots.

“ jeez save some for me” you say moving next to madi to take 3 shots of vodka. “ dose your brother always flirt with girls” you say looking at Nick while pointing at his brother Chris who currently has at least 10 girls by him.

“ um yea he does this when we go to parties all the time he says he finds it funny how every girl comes up to him when he’s at a party.” He says shrugging “ I have to pee hold my drink” Nick says to Madi as he walks down a hallway.

About 3 hours have passed and you, your sister and nick were all pretty drunk. You had found a room with couches and a ping pong table. You all were tired and wanted somewhere to chill so you decided to hang out in there until some people left.

“ yo we’ve been looking for you guys” Chris says as he walks in with Matt and two other people that you don’t care to know “ I’m bored can we play a game like truth or dare” Chris says sitting down across from you and of course Matt had to sit right next to you.

You all agree and Chris goes first and he had picked truth. Then nick who picked dare and had to ask a random guy for there number. Then you.

“ truth or dare y/n” Chris said hoping you would pick dare cause he was bored and wanted to “spice things up”

“ um I guess I’ll pick dare” you said and as soon as you said that you saw Chris’s eyes shoot open and practically scream “ I dare you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with Matt” and as soon and he said that you could feel Matt’s eyes on you watching you until you responded.

you didn’t say anything but “come on” as you got up and went to the closest room/closet. With matt soon following you after with a big smerk on his face.

You and Matt were now in a small room. It was difficult to see and before you could look at Matt. He moved closer to you and you could feel the warmth of him with how close he is. before you could say no or pull away you felt his lips on yours. The kiss was lustfull but sweet at the same time.

You soon kissed him back and it quickly turned into a heated make out. Matt had one of his hands on your ass and the other wrapped around your neck to keep you up against to wall. Matt pushed his hips up against yours so you could feel his growing member, your mouth fell open and you let out a moan. Matt took that opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. You and Matt fought for dominance, him eventually winning.

He broke off the kiss and started to kiss down your neck lightly biting your neck as he moved lower, still holding your neck in place. When he was about halfway down he stopped and looked up at you. “Can i ?” Matt asked pulling up your dress a little. “ y-yes” you said as he began to pull of your dress, you helping him get it off faster.

“ fuck your beautiful. I need to be inside you” Matt said as he kissed your stomach while standing up to take of his jeans. You were in shock with how big it looked through his boxers.

Matt placed his hands on the back of your thigh signaling you to jump. when you jumped he caught you and pushed you up against the wall and started to aggressively kiss you. He was exploring every inch of you making you go insane craving his touch even more.

“ hold on let’s go somewhere else so we aren’t bothered” Matt says putting you down.

You both get dressed and fix your hair as much as you could. Matt took your hand and took you out of the closet.

“ hey hey you both still have 3 minutes left go back in there” Chris says pointing to the closet door that you left open.

“ fuck off we are done playing. we’re going somewhere else for a little bit I’ll find you when we are done playing our own game” Matt says smirking as he walks past everyone leaving them all in shock.

“ don’t get her pregnant Mathew!!” Your sister says knowing what y’all were about to do

You find an empty room upstairs and Matt doesn’t waist any more time and pushes you up against the wall kissing your neck. He breaks off the kiss and takes his shirt and pants off leaving him in his boxers.

Once he finishes getting undressed he returns to kissing your neck. Biting and licking everywhere leaving marks. You love the way he made you feel it was addicting.

“ get undressed and get on the bed on all fours” he said as he stopped kissing you to let you get on the bed.

You got undressed now in nothing, getting on the bed. Getting on all fours you were patiently waiting for Matt and were about to turn around when you felt him behind you.

“ I’m going to fuck you so good you’re going to be begging for more” Matt said as he thrusted into you without any warning.

You let out a loud moan because of how big he was. Matt bent down still thrusting into you at a rapid speed, and began kissing your neck leaving sloppy wet marks all over you.

“ fuck Matt I don’t know how much longer I can last”

you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long as soon as he first pushed himself into you. He didn’t care one bit and kept going. Bringing his right hand up to your waist, and the other down to your clit. Rubbing fast circles bringing you closer to the edge.

Matt stopped thrusting and pulled out. Making you groan due to the lack of him. He flipped you over so you were now looking at him. Matt bent down to kiss you. The kiss was sloppy leaving your lips covered in his saliva.

“ I wanna see your face when I make you cum sweetheart” Matt said as he separated to kiss. Lining himself up with your hole, and began thrusting at a faster pace then before.

You let out a loud pornographic moan. Matt was mesmerized by everything about you. Your eyes, the sounds you make when he’s ruining your insides, how good you look without even trying. He could go on forever.

“ fuck Matty can I cum pleasee” you said needing to release.

“ yes baby your being such a good girl for me” Matt said as he brought his hand up to rub your clit in circles bringing you even closer to the edge.

you felt your climax began and the knot in your stomach release causing you to let out yet another scream. That made Matt go crazy bringing him closer. His thrusts got sloppy as he released his load into you mixing your juices together.

“ fuck that was the best sex I’ve ever had” Matt said as he pulled out making both your juices leak out onto the bed.

“ I agree” you said as you sat up to get your clothes. You stood up almost immediately falling due to how sore your legs were. Matt caught you setting you back on the bed kissing you. He got dressed and cleaned up once he was done he helped you and cleaned you up and got you dressed. Helping you up to go downstairs.

When you got downstairs all eyes were on you and Matt.

“ jeez what did he do to you” Nick said when he saw that Matt was helping you stay upright.

“ Matthew your lucky your my friend or I would kill you right here” your sister said walking over to you and Matt.

“ whatever let’s leave I’m tired” you says flipping them off

“ yea I bet you are” Chris says laughing.

#nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x matt #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic

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safe-from-sharp-teeth · 9 months ago

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Ayo! I haven't answered asks in FOREVER, so it's time for some spring cleaning :) Also answering other stuff, like what I've been up to.

If you sent an ask and it's not here, sorry! I may have deleted it because the prompt required too much work of me and I wasn't feeling it, or I was uncomfortable.

Let's gooooo !

Firstly - where have I been? Work REALLY picked up in a way I wasn't expecting over the last...4 months? I was working double and often triple the hours I was used to. With work, vacations, random illnesses, and many video games I got a bit too obsessed with, this blog took a backseat. Plus, sometimes I get disinterested in vore when obsessed with something else. Sometimes, that lasts months, and it did this time.

But now I can confirm that work will FINALLY chill for a long period of time. I'm free! And more motivated than ever! Wahoo! Thanks for your support ALWAYS.

Next big question - when am I going to do more of my story? The one with Asyr? AHHHHHGHHGHH this story has consumed my life. I think about it daily. I dream about it. And yet I'm not as comfortable writing as I am drawing, so writing is a slow process that my perfectionist ass struggles with. I can assure you that there is a story in the works - and I am working on it at a snail's pace.

Okay, ask time...

@ponyluvesonic09 AYO maybe I'll make a full ghost pred pros/con list for you, because that sounds awesome! Kir//by is one of the silliest canon preds out there. Honestly getting eaten by him would be like getting vored by a vacuum, LOL. Galaxy tummy!! Imagine a prey floating around in one of those item bubbles all grumpy. Thank u for the ask, this is good stuff.

no. ( /・・)ノ

UWAGHHHHH I LIKE HER!!! Never played O/verwat/ch but what a gem!! I have a random fondness for centaur-like preds nowadays. She looks so cozy. THANK U I LOVE HER!!!

@tiger9o0 I have not played r//ain w//orld or know what it's about, LOL. Looks like a platformer? Man, I'm terrrriiiiibblleee at those. But whoever this is on the cover, I LIKE EM. A+. (That might not answer ur question shdjbghkjg SORRY)

@heimkoheimkofan LOVE THAT I GOT THE ROBOT ENJOYERS AFTER THAT ONE POST....YES yall are so right and I'm so wrong for just hard metal robot tums. I will rectify my mistake soon I PROMISE. Also oh! You were the one asking about stomachs other than elemental ones! IVE HAD THAT IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER IM SORRY AHHHH. I REALLY love your imagination with tums and you've inspired me to think of some awesome environments! THANKS

@fastfur07 BWAH?? Ugh I'm all over the place when it comes to art. Some pieces take 30 min (like the zangooc I drew at the top of this post), most take 2 days. Some really hard drawings like my wolf bat creechur from a few months ago and my shrimp from last year took a month. THANK U??

We're going back so far that I think this is about my naga oc (which I'm in the midst of redesigning cough cough). For him, he would never tolerate being prey, extremely unwilling bahaha. In general, I haven't thought much about naga or snake prey! I get the appeal of slurping up a noodle, but I just prefer human prey :)

@fastfur07 you fiend, you always give me the best drawing ideas. UNFORTUNATELY, I didn't have time to draw something for this one. BUTTTT....

(i've had this next one in my drafts for forever)

then i had a silly comic. I'll post the wip here because I won't finish it, so enjoy bahaha.

@blizzaria123-blog THANK U im rapidly melting into a puddle from ur words

@mrpotatomanversionsix relevant. i will continue drawing them 4 u

?!??!!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!? how dare u enter my ask box with this blasphemy

@sfwsillynoms WAH!!! you!!! I'm currently redesigning my naga oc but when I finish I'll tag you, if you're still around! And he can 100% be drawn with ur preysona :)

@mystorl i am SO late to this, but SMART. I like it. I shall give my lil guy this friend. I just want to let u know that I see this and it's wonderful and I will do something abt it.

I remember this ask made me laugh a ton when I first got it. thank u. idk why I find this so funny

@sillylilprey IM CRYING RIGHT BACK AHHHH this is an ancient ask, but thank u! hope you're still enjoying!

@terrytheinsane finally, the last ask in my askbox. I love it. You have been wronged with how long it took me to answer you. I have gained knowledge from your ask. THANKS

AND THAT'S IT!! Thanks guys, I hope to make you proud! Feel free to send more asks, and hopefully I will answer in a TIMELY manner.

Goodnight! And remember: Nice Vore ᕕ༼⌐■-■༽ᕗ

#zan asks #phew that was an essay #tldr im a lot more free now aaaanddd I shall answer asks in a more timely manner from now on #and i say thank u a lot #i appreciate and read EVERY ask #zan art #zangooc

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ladyohdeath · 1 month ago

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HAPPY 2025!

IM BAAAACK from my vacation! i went to my in laws for two weeks over the christmas holidays. im going to be back on here this weekend because i miss writing. please read ahead for an activity update.

for a bit of a personal update, it's been SO crazy all of december. really i cant even start to explain it even if i tried. i had to prioritize my life a bit and not get on here, writing has been hard for me. BUT im hoping that the new year will be better for me. i am getting a membership for women in film and tv so i am going to be shifting A LOT of my writing focus onto my own original work.

as such i'm going to be doing a big of changes and a refresher on things. i will likely start with doing a refresher of my drafts. i'll be dming people if i'm dropping threads. i also will be changing up my blogs (yet again, i'm so sorry) and likely going to ONLY be keeping rio and one other blog active (haven't made it yet, but i'm about to LMAO), with my multi muse on demand only as it has been before.

since it's been about a month since i've been ACTUALLY active i'm going to go through my followers as well and make sure i'm up to date on everyone's activity and new blogs and such. i know i have been bad at dms and discord as well and keeping up with people. please forgive me, i promise i'm still here and still love you all, and i will be messaging everyone back soon!

last but not least, i am devastated at the loss of jeff baena, he was an excellent filmmaker and a wonderful person. it's just really sad to think about aubrey's situation right now and as a fan of her i am sending her all of the love and support possible. take care of yourselves, everyone. reach out to someone if you need to.

that's all for now. i have to unpack and pick up my animals from my mother's house so i will likely be here later! love you all so much thanks for sticking by me.

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Like a Boiled Frog (you don't even scream) [Ch. 4]

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Chapter summary: first day on the job. fazbear employees get free pizza. and here comes the boy

Warnings: if you didn't know what the word yiff meant im sorry, innuendo (unrelated to the yiff conversation), wait guys come back. i promise the yiff line is only like a "let me give you a tidbit of cursed knowledge" thing. just trust me. lmao

Word count: 4066

A/n: oopsie looks like i never properly put this up on tumblr lol sorry. ch 5 is basically done, just needs editing. it'll be out tomorrow maybe

Taglist: @spirit-of-the-hollow (sorry bout that wait, but hey, there won't be a wait for the next one if that helps)

“First off, you need to meet the band,”

“Okay…” you let Michael lead you into the dining room.

It’s now officially your first day here at Fazbear Entertainment. Strangely, those two other employees Mike mentioned were not here, just like they weren’t here yesterday. Thus, you were beginning to suspect he had been lying about their existence. Guess you’ll see tomorrow, when the restaurant officially opens to the public.

“The leading man is Bucket Bob,” he pointed to the mop bucket sculpture.

“Hello Bucket Bob.”

“Mr. Can-Do on the side,” he pointed to the garbage can with a balloon head.

“Hey I’m not sure I’m comfortable with him after what you said yesterday—“

“And my personal favorite, No. 1 Crate,” he waved to the sculpture with a flourish.

“Hello, No. 1 Crate,” you grinned.

“Together, they are ‘Trash and the Gang’.”

“Uh huh. Okay. Did you,” you tried your best not to giggle about this, “did you also make these all by yourself, Michael?”

“Yes, I did, thank you. I think they are a perfectly adequate placeholder for the band until Uncle Henry finishes the real animatronics,”

“These are trash sculptures,”

“They are fun and silly and great for children’s entertainment.”

“At least there’ll be Helpy,” you glanced towards the back room in which the little robot resided in for now.

“If he works…,” Michael grumbled as he left to go gather some papers from his office.

“He’ll work,” you fruitlessly called after him.

Sitting at the centermost table of the dining hall, you stared into the drawn-on eyes of Bucket Bob. You had the best seat in the house, after all. Perfect view of the entertainment.

You were warming up to them. They were silly and fun. Just not what you expected to be here at the infamous Freddy’s. And Mike made them, which was cute. Even if he obviously reserved his real talent for work on Helpy.

Still. Maybe y’all should put up a sign, a very big sign that’s hard to miss, that says “these characters will very soon be replaced with the real ones you actually associate with this place,” or maybe “Freddy’s gone on vacation, he’ll be back soon” so as to not ruin the magic. But seriously, that needed to be clearly stated if Mike had any hope at getting people to come back after the festival.

The kids might like No. 1 Crate, but you doubted the parents would…

Michael dumped an armful of promotional material on the table in front of you. You straightened your back,

“Like I said, Uncle Henry hasn’t finished the main four yet, but you’ll still need to know their names,”

He slapped down a poster onto the shiny surface of the table. There before you was a colorful lineup of four mechanical anthro characters and the slogan “Where fantasy and fun come to life” in a nicely shaped font. You could appreciate the retro design and artwork. Back when graphic design was good.

“That’s Freddy,” you pointed to the bear in a top hat nervously.

“That’s right Y/n, very good,”

At least you knew that.

“Do I get a Scooby Snack?”

“No, but I can go grab a handful of loose cheese real quick if you need that kind of incentive,” he snarked.

“That’s alright, I’m good…”

Looking down at the poster, you had this weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, but it was familiar, like an old friend. Didn’t make it a pleasant feeling in the slightest. It seemed like each time you came across this bear, the worse you felt.

Freddy’s smiling face was a beloved sight of many southwestern children, so you don’t know why his grin just made you feel like he wanted to hurt you. Must be Michael’s awful gory stories getting to your head.

Moving on, you sized up the rest of the half-body mascots, “now, who are these other bitches,”

Mike pointed to the blue— purple— blurple rabbit, “this is Bonnie,”

You clicked your tongue, shaking you head, “Oh, I’m going to slip up and call that thing Bunny all the time,”

“You just need to remember it for a couple days, it’ll be fine. Bonnie,”

“Bonnie,” you repeated.

“The chicken is Chica,”

“I see, because we have to make sure everyone knows she’s a girl to reassure them that whatever muppet relationship she has with one of the others is strictly heterosexual,”

Michael stuck a finger in the air, very excited at a chance to tell you that you were wrong, “Actually no! The only relationship we’ve established is in fact a loving gay partnership between Freddy and Bonnie,”

“WHAT,”

“See, because Freddy was Uncle Henry’s walk-around suit and Bonnie was Father’s. And those two were totally shagging,” he stage whispered this fact to you like it was hot gossip.

“Oh my god,” ah, the intrigue of old man yaoi, “so what, real messy divorce lead to your dad snapping?”

“No, the messy divorce was because of my dad ‘snapping’, as you put it,”

You placed your hand on his shoulder very seriously, “Okay, I need deets,”

“No,” he pointed towards the poster to bring your attention back to it, “We need to get back to work,”

“Come onnnn, you cannot just put out a hot steaming pot of tea and only let me have a sip.”

“Nope, work time,”

You put on the thematics, “Im dying of dehydration here, Mikey!”

He scoffed at the nickname, but didn’t tell you off this time, “Maybe later, okay?”

“Fine. Tell me about the pirate guy,” you crossed your arms, pouting.

Michael chuckled, “That’s my favorite. Foxy.”

“Oh, okay. That one should be easy to remember,” you tapped your finger on the face of the fox on the poster, “What makes him your favorite?”

“Because pirates are hella sick and foxes are objectively the coolest animal on the planet, with a range that spans the entire northern hemisphere, because the universe knows they’re totally righteous and deserve to be everywhere,”

“Wow,” so, an animal that’s both European and American, interesting, “It’s cute how you talk like Bill and Ted if they were a pleasure to have in class,”

He didn’t pay any attention to you and your bad flirting (if that’s what you call it), too busy having a staring match with the poster. He crossed his arms, holding them tighter against his chest. Some kind of comfort thing, you guessed.

“Foxes eat rabbits for breakfast, you know. They’re tough like that… Top of their food chain. Rabbits are nothing but weak, scared prey.”

Okay. Curious thing to say. Not sure what he meant by that. You followed his line of sight back to the poster. Was his dad the rabbit or the bear? You hoped it was the rabbit. Probably going to be a toxic work environment if he’s fighting with Henry.

Looks like things are getting a little introspective. While you’re at it, might as well get in some quality annoying Mike time. Because why be uncomfortable when you can be funny.

“…is Foxy also gay or?”

“No comment,”

Suspicious. Kay. Marking him down as possible bisexual disaster.

“Is he your fursona?”

“Is he my what?” his brows furrowed.

“Your fursona,”

“I— gesundheit?”

“… Do you have like, any concept at all of what a furry is?”

Micheal clenched his jaw, “No, I cant say I do?”

“Okay then. This can be a teaching moment,” you started grinning wide like a cheshire cat, and Mike just knew this was going give him the nastiest headache.

“Fine. Tell me while we hang the posters up,”he growled at you as he gathered up the papers from the table, along with handing you a roll of tape, “Come on, let’s figure put where we’re putting these.”

———-

Last night was a bit awkward, but at least you’ve got a roof over your head. You tried your best to be quiet on the ride to Michael’s apartment, but you could only keep your mouth shut for so long.

You tried not to annoy him, as he was currently opening up his home to you. For now anyway. You knew you weren’t the most pleasant person to be around, but at least that seemed the case for him as well. It was kind of comforting. You both seemed get along swimmingly but also easily push each other’s buttons at the same time.

In your defense, it’s not like the radio was playing anything good. The only non-mormon station was a top 40’s hits, so you were stuck with it. At least, that’s what Michael said when you started fiddling with the knob.

“So like, how does being a zombie work? Do you have to eat a bunch of chocolate so you don’t crave brains? Like Venom?”

“No. I don’t really have a stomach. But it’s fine. It’s not like I’m hungry or anything,”

“Hmmm. And you own a restaurant?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You wouldn’t know if your food’s good,”

“Oh, it’s Not. I don’t need to eat it to know that,”

You chuckled, “Great. Love your confidence in your business. I should invest on ground floor,”

“Oh, trust me, Fazbear stock is totally going to go sky high soon. It would be smart to just put your whole life savings into it. You will surely not regret investing in Fazbear Entertainment,” he said sarcastically, with a sardonic grin to match.

The house was modest but actually really nice. Like. It was small and probably only had one bedroom, but that wouldn’t stop this thing from going for $600,000 nowadays. Maybe more, considering this was a tourist trap town.

“So like. I’m guessing you got this place before the housing crisis, huh?” you asked as he fumbled with the lock.

This was a pretty quiet neighborhood. There were scarecrows and pumpkins already up decorating stoops. You wondered if Michael knew any of them or if he avoided neighborhood barbecues like the plague.

“Oh yeah. Signed this mortgage in 2010,”

“Damn. That’s smart. And there I was stupidly doing my homework instead of becoming a real estate mogul,”

“Hindsight is 20/20,” he opened the door and ushered you inside.

Once inside, Mike flipped on a light that flooded the entire area in front of you.

“Wait,” he commanded.

He held up a hand, and you took your cue to stay behind him. The first thing you noticed about the interior of the house was how open it was. His focused glowing eyes scanned the room cautiously. And you guess he didn’t find whatever he was looking for, since he put the hand back down, and shuffled out of the hallway, expecting you to follow.

“So, here’s the couch,”

You nodded, taking in the piece of furniture in front of you that was to become your new bed. You weren’t expecting the green floral pattern, didn’t think Mike would be the type of guy to have an old lady’s sense of interior design. But this thing is probably ancient. Maybe he got it half-off at a Salvation Army in 1992 or something.

Michael removed the cushions, starting to transform it into a bed.

“Oh, it’s a pullout.“

“Comes in handy occasionally,”

“Co— OOF”

He had thrown a throw-pillow (pun not intended) at you, hitting you square in the stomach. But effectively shutting you up.

“Shut up,”

“You didn’t know what I was going to say,”

“Yeah I did.”

You let your eyes wander over the room, getting used to your latest temporary home, as you helped Michael set up the bed. His decor style was pretty mid century modern, beyond the couch, not that you were complaining. It matched the vibes of the place, clearly having been built in the 70’s. The wallpaper and shag carpet were charming and probably original to the house from the evident wear and tear.

He kept it tidy, by the looks of it, but the kitchen table was still covered in mechanical parts and a stack of books. Suppose he didn’t eat, so that was more his desk than anything. There definitely wasn’t any food in those cabinets, just books, which you could easily see because they had had their doors removed. Nothing could hide in those things. It reminded you of…

There was a glass door behind that table, letting blue moonlight shine through. But he had covered the thing in chicken wire, effectively barring anything from getting in or out if the glass was ever broken.

Off to the right was a hallway with three doors. One of those was probably the bathroom. You’ll ask Mike which it is once y’all are done with the bed. Because you needed a shower yesterday.

You looked over to Michael, who was staring at his kitchen. You followed his line of sight. There was no hum from the fridge, it probably wasn’t even turned on.

“We can go get some groceries tomorrow morning. So you don’t starve,” he looked apologetic, “I don’t really have anything here,”

“That’s okay. I wouldn’t expect you to, unless you had…” you fumbled for a non-offensive word because ‘normal’ definitely wasn’t it, “…not-dead people over all the time or something,”

Michael went and opened one of the doors in the hallway, revealing it as a closet. He had a substantial amount of bedding in there. Guess even zombies like to be comfy in cozy blankets.

“I don’t. Uncle Henry stops by every now and then but he brings his own food when he does,”

You fiddled with the quilt he had handed you as he dug around for a fitted sheet, “So… No partner? Or kids, or… anything?”

He laughed, “I’m a corpse, Y/n. Who in their right mind is going to be in a relationship with me,” finally having found the fitted sheet, he piled into onto the stack you were holding, “And if I had kids I’d be sending them to a boarding school as far away from here as possible.”

“That’s. Probably reasonable. The kids thing at least.”

“This door’s the loo, by the way,” he opened the door on the left to show you as y’all carried the blankets back to the couch-bed. Guess the one on the right’s his bedroom, through process of elimination. You wondered what a zombie’s bedroom would look like, but you got the feeling he wasn’t exactly going to give you a tour.

“All right, let’s finish this up, shall we? I didn’t get to sleep today since somebody was passed out on my floor,”

“Literally not my fault here, man,” you rebutted as you took the other end of the fitted sheet from him.

Not gonna lie, it was hard to fall asleep at first. New place, new spaces to feel uneasy about, new shadows to keep an eye on. Thankfully Mike seemed to be of a similar mind, and had eliminated a lot of points of worry. But despite this, you were still lying in a big open area with limited visibility. The darkness enveloped you like a thick blanket, tucking you in for the night, but being swaddled was never a good thing. A loss of motion, a loss of autonomy, sometimes suffocating.

Suffocating. That was the word. This darkness was oppressive.

You willed yourself to close your eyes and at least try to drift off. As uneasy as you felt, Michael had probably made it worse by demonstrating that he was sleeping with one eye open, so to say. At least he had obviously taken thorough steps to minimize danger in this space, the pale grid pattern shone onto the walls from the moonlight serving to remind you.

You took a deep lungful of air. This place smelled like a workshop, with motor oil, cigarette smoke, and gasoline being among the scents you could pick out. A comforting aroma then, almost like home. You tried your best to focus on that.

———

“And yeah, so fox furries are so common that the term ‘yiff’ just took off to mean any furry porn at all no matter what species. Anyone can yiff, theoretically. Which is kinda inspirational, when you think about it.”

Michael stared unblinking at the poster of Foxy y’all had just out up. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it. After looking at the floor for a few moments, he tried again,

“…I think we need to go take a little time to teach you how to make pizza. You’ll be working the kitchen as well as the dining room,”

And he marched off towards said kitchen. You followed like a puppy. While we’re in the spirit of talking about furries.

“So no comments, then?”

“I think I’m just going to pretend you didn’t say.. any of that to me. The whole conversation. Strike it from the record.”

“That’s. Completely fair,” you admitted as you ducked through the door he was holding for you.

“We’ve actually just been working in silence this whole time, didn’t you notice?”

“Must have spaced out,”

The kitchen door swung back and forth a little before closing. The hinge squeaked. That was going to get real annoying real fast.

“Okay, this is probably going to be the most exhausting part of either of our days, so let’s get this over with,” Michael grumbled.

You looked around the sparse little room. There was a refrigerated shelf stacked with dough balls in preparation for tomorrow’s grand opening. Hopefully you don’t ruin too many of them and have to spend all night here because Mike would have to make up for the lost dough.

“Start with dough, right?” you tentatively asked.

“Yeah, here, I set out one of the large ones earlier, since that’s the most common order,” he handed you the ball of dough he retrieved from the counter, after dipping it into a bowl of flour. You gingerly took it. Shit. How do you do this again?

“Um,”

“Here,” he took it back from you, placing it on the counter, “give me you hands,”

He opened his palms expectantly and you didn’t hesitate to place your hands in his. He turned his wrists, coming on top of your hands to hold them. It’s been a while since you’ve had skin contact, and you kinda hated how you couldn’t think about or feel anything else momentarily. Not now, brain.

“Now, first we’re going to divide the crust, like this,” you watched intently as he gently guided your fingers in a circular pattern, poking the dough ball.

“Your hands are cold,” you teased.

“Sorry,” he apologized but kept his hold on you, “now we’re going to stretch it out like this for a bit before “tossing” it,”

Michael guided your hands in an arcing pattern. He let go before gently picking up the dough to lay over a closed fist, stretching it out and moving it with the other.

“Like this, right?” you carefully watched Michael’s movements like there was going to be a test later, “now put up your dukes, it’s your turn,”

“Uhh,” you nervously did as Mike said, and he unceremoniously dropped the dough onto your hands.

You followed along, trying to replicate his actions. You actually weren’t half bad at this. Or at least you haven’t broken a huge hole in the disk yet. Thank god, because Michael watched you intently, and you were kinda feeling some performance anxiety with him over your shoulder like this.

“You’re a natural,” He continued to focus on the movement of your hands, relieved that this wasn’t going as bad it did with the last trainee, “Think we can try throwing it?

“Oh no. Unn-uhh. Do Not let me do that. It’ll be on the floor in record time.”

“Eh, this is Fazbear’s. You can just pick it back up.”

You looked a little disturbed, “That’s a joke, right?”

“Of course it is,” he patted the top of your head with his flour covered hand. Probably got a white handprint on there now. Gee thanks Mikey.

There on the counter were common food prep stainless steel containers with various pizza topping, and a big vat of sauce.

“What kind are we making?”

��Anything you want. It’s your lunch and dinner.”

“Do we have pineapple?”

“No,”

“I see,”

Michael took the ladle of that red stuff that was supposedly tomato sauce, pouring a few scoops onto the now properly sized dough disk, “So, we want about 4oz of sauce for a large, and thankfully the ladle is 1oz, so it’s easy to measure,”

Should you be taking notes…

Michael shifted the ladle to his other hand, grabbing your wrist with his now free dominant hand, and put the ladle in your grasp. And then he didn’t take his hand off of yours, guiding you to spread the sauce evenly. Completely unnecessary. You could spread things with a spoon just fine on your own, thanks. But your head felt fuzzy with him holding your hand, so you didn’t protest. Just how it be sometimes.

“And we want an even layer of cheese while also using as little of it as we can,”

You tried hard to mask the disappointment of him finally letting go of you in favor of grabbing a handful of cheese. Time to be jealous of (checks notes) some probably-fake shredded mozzarella.

“Man, this is a real classy joint, huh?”

“The classiest in town. Fuck Jeff,”

“I don’t personally know Jeff but yeah, fuck ‘im,”

You exaggeratedly held up your hand for a high five. Michael rolled his eyes but did indulge you. Even if it was the most half-hearted high five ever.

“So normally we put exactly fifteen pepperoni on a large pizza, but you can have one or two more this time,” he said with an inhumanly big fake smile.

“Wow, I feel soo special,”

“Very special, indeed,” he said sarcastically as he tapped his finger to your forehead. Asshole.

——-

You weren’t entirely sure about just leaving the pizza in the beat-up old pizza oven that Mike probably got from an unclaimed freight store, but he assured you it would be fine. And if you’re working both kitchen and floor then you have to leave them unsupervised anyway. Only a 20% chance of something catching on fire. It’s fine.

You watched as Michael tinkered with Helpy. It didn’t matter if he could get the robot working tonight or not, y’all needed to clear this table for customers to use.

The cutesy little white robot with his little pink cheeks still stared lifelessly on. Michael had wired and re-wired a bit for quite a while to no avail. It was actually getting kinda really frustrating, even as spectator.

Well, the pizza’s done anyway…

It was in fact mediocre at best! Good thing you like trash pizza because you got the feeling you were about to be eating a whole lot of it. Fazbear employees get free pizza, apparently. But Mike told you not to tell the others that. Maybe you are special after all.

“Oh good! Just in time, come here,” Michael called to you when you reappeared in the doorway, slice of pizza hanging from your mouth.

Guess he hit a breakthrough while you were gone?

“You ready? Moment of truth,” he rambled as he flipped a switch.

He held his hands frozen in the air, ready to put out any fires or catch any parts flying off. You both held your breath.

The robot came to life, the lights in his eyes quite literally lighting up.

Phew.

A curious one already, Helpy looked all around the room, taking in his surroundings. Guess he had an AI. Funny, you hadn’t taken Michael for a programmer. Maybe he was more tech-savvy than he let on.

Like a child, Helpy motioned for Mike to pick him up, which he gladly did. The little robot embraced him, and Michael awkwardly patted his back. Father and son. Adorable.

Reminded you of The Madonna, the way Michael gently held Helpy to his side. Hopefully that comparison stays with that.

The robot then turned his attention to you, and maybe it was scanning you. You had no clue the extent at which this thing was programed.

“Hi Helpy,” you waved to the bear, who waved back at you, “He works, Mike,”

“He works!” Michael’s grin was as wide as could be, “Welcome to the world, Helpy.”

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