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facefullofsadness · 3 months

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Can I request sub!Sakura x soft!dom!reader? Basically fluff smut (-_-")

sakura unnie being just the submissive bby girl she truly is 🥰

content - loser gamer!sakura (bc she literally is just a loser who happens to be an idol u can't change my mind), smut (cunnilingus, corruption kink kinda but not really inflicted, reader is a lil intoxicated), fluff (I guess? like kinda?)

wc - 2148 (might've gotten carried away...)

sakura is a sensitive girlie.

and this doesn't just apply to in bed but in real life too. when you first met her, she was so shy and jumpy. seeing her at a pc café with the cat ear headphones she brought from home, wearing glasses, gray sweatpants, and a graphic tee way too oversized for her small body.

going up to her because u recognized her from your biochem class, asking if she did the homework yet.

"oh uh, hi, you know my name? uhm, sorry I'm a mess. wait a second, sorry," kura would stumble over her words, balancing her focus between the pretty girl talking to her and the intense league match she had going on.

sigh, how fucking adorable.

the way you grazed her shoulder with the tips of your fingers as you *intently* watched as she tried not to feed the enemy team (failing by the way). your focus was more on the way sakura's body tensed at the gentle contact.

it flicked a switch in your brain watching her bite down hard on her lip, trying so hard not to break in front of you. this only whirred you on, needing to see her desperate. and so you made it your goal to make this girl yours, in every way.

wooing her (easily bc pretty girl) into becoming your girlfriend, making her feel so loved and special, making her feel like you were the only person in the world for her. yes of course you loved her truly, but the switch that was on in your head always shone a light so bright that reminded you of how obsessed you were with the submissive aspects of this girl.

starting tame in your relationship, holding hands, cupping her cheeks and rubbing your thumbs against them, planting soft and gentle kisses on her, giving her sweet cuddles. it would eventually progress into brushing fingers against her sensitive waist, hearing as kura would release shaky breaths at the contact, deep and passionate makeout sessions where she would be breathless and sweaty under you, kissing and leaving dark marks on her neck and across her chest which would have her whining, trying to push you away because god how embarrassing it felt to be so small against you.

seeing her face so flushed pink and eyes dazed after an intimate moment drove you insane. you absolutely just needed to see more. and so when the first time you guys had sex, you had to remind yourself not to take it too far. after all, she's still your lovely sweet loser girlfriend who wouldn't hurt a fly (mostly because she's probably too scared of it).

and by sex, I mean eating out your precious girlfriend while she was gaming. you had gotten a little tipsy that night, drinking by yourself in the living room, dragging your body into kura's bedroom where she was focused in on a match of overwatch. too buzzed to act interested in her game, you pull yourself onto her lap and nestled your face into her neck.

you smiled against her skin as you felt the girl's breath hitch at the sudden gesture, your hot breath hitting her sensitive spot.

"y/n baby, I'm k-kinda busy right n-now..." she'd stutter, losing focus.

you shush her, planting wet kisses against her jaw and neck, "keep playing kura, don't worry about me. just focus."

the cogs in your brain speed and your heartbeat races with the corruptive thoughts running through your head. you feel yourself heat up at the need to feel her fall apart against you, shaking in your hold. hearing her shaky voice make callouts to her teammates over comms, your greedy hands brushing her sides and trailing her abdomen, mouth leaving wet spots across her exposed collarbone.

you moan against her skin, her body so tense when you touch her, exciting you more than you think is possible. though you wanted to be patient and gentle with her when it comes to intimate moments like this, in your drunken state, it was hard to think straight. and so it slips your mind when your hands trail up to cusp her tits, thumbs rubbing her hard nipples in circles.

your brain short circuits when you hear her whimper right against your ear, kissing her on the cheek and grinding down against her core. you push one of the headphone muffs back, whispering in her ear.

"do you like that baby, like when I touch your naughty little body like this? like when I grind against your aching pussy like that?" you rasp breathily, biting the lobe of her ear and chuckling lowly.

one of her hands fly off of the keyboard and quickly mute her mic, bringing her hand to tangle her fingers with your hair.

"ahhh fuck, y/n-ie, I'm.. that feels so.. ahh," sakura can't contain the moans slipping out of her mouth easily as your grinding continues and your fingers pinch at her hardened buds.

you pull your face away from her heaving chest and bring your lips to grace her own lips, "baby, why'd you stop playing? be a good girl and win for me."

how evil, sakura must be thinking in that little head of hers, clouded with lust.

she whines needily against your lips and you kiss her sweetly in response, "c'mon baby, I'll reward you if you listen to me."

and so she gulps and nods, leaning forward against you before unmuting and returning back to the game. hm, how easy it is to control you my love, you think sinisterly.

pulling ur hands away and getting off of her, looking up at her darting eyes, full of nervousness and excitement, you smirk at the sight. you bring your hands up to the waistband of her sweats, untying the knot and slowly pulling them down.

your eyebrows raise when you see how dark her panties have gotten, wet and practically soaked with arousal.

"you DO like this baby, don't you? looks like a little too much, what do you think?" you bite your lip as you drag a single finger across the whole length of her slit, feeling how damp her underwear truly is.

she whimpers uncontrollably above you, clamping her eyes shut and throwing her head back against the headrest, trying so hard to hold back. you just know her hands are gripped tightly into fists as you press your thumb firmly against her clit through the cloth.

"guys please, we're so close," sakura begs her teammates to wrap up the game, almost a double entendre to your ears.

you look up at her sweetly and innocently, "or take your time my love, I can wait."

she peers down to look at you and frowns, eyes welling up and face scrunched with pleasure. aww, my poor baby, she wants you to stop teasing so bad and just let her fucking cum.

you hook your fingers around her panties and pull them down to pool at her ankles with her sweatpants. you pull her to the edge of her gamer chair by her thighs, your strong grip pushing apart her legs.

"you'll get what you need so bad when you win," god you're so mean :(((

she's aching so bad, the way you can physically see her hole clench around nothing, just by your words and the sheer amount of arousal that courses through her. you can't just let her go untouched, so when you throw her panties and sweats off of her ankles and to the side, lifting her legs to rest on top of your shoulders, hearing her squeal at the movement, and hotly breathe out onto her core, you go dizzy. you swear you're probably much more fucking soaked in your underwear than she is by how turned on you were by the effects you had on her.

none of that mattered right now though, all that did matter and the only thing you focused on was sakura. your precious sakura and her leaking hole. you couldn't resist anymore, diving in and sucking her entrance directly, using your tongue to lap at all the juices that she produced messily all over her pussy.

"fuck y/n!" she moaned, not caring about the game and throwing an arm over her face, hiding behind it.

"shhh, play," you'd mumble against her, flicking your wet muscle on her bundle of nerves.

"I-I can't baby..." kura whined, hearing her start to sob.

no no, couldn't have your baby suffer now could you?

"you can do it, go kura, make me proud," you'd caress her legs sweetly, moving away from her center and kissing her trembling thighs.

"we.. I'm almost, d-done," she shakily said.

at that moment, you heard cheering explode from her headphones, sakura throwing them off and muting her mic.

her hands would fly to gripping one of your hands around her thighs and your hair, "y/n, please please please, god please it hurts so bad."

looking up at her pained and desperate expression, you smiled again, "don't worry, I'll give you your reward my good girl."

diving in greedily finally, thrusting your tongue into her hole, making the most graphic wet noises from your needy mouth and her leaking pussy. the girl above you uncontrollably moaning out your name, gripping your hand and hair tightly, it hurt.

it didn't matter to you as the juice on your tongue was so delicious, the whines filling your ears sounded like music, and the body you held was trembling with pleasure. you closed your eyes as you dug your wet muscle into her and brushed your nose against her clit.

"baby ahh! fuck fuck fuck, yes yes, please don't stop, please god, it feels sosososo good y/n, I beg you, your mouth is insane," sakura would ramble mindlessly.

you listened, being crazily pussy drunk, not being able to breathe but not caring, borderline deep throating her pussy with how deep you dug your face into her. being so horny yourself, grinding against the air and panting into her. your fingers gripped painfully against her thighs, forgetting your entire plan to treat her caringly.

not that sakura seemed to mind, her head was thrown back and mouth hung wide open, eyes rolled back and screaming out profanities with your name. her hand in your hair pushed you deeper into her, grinding her hips desperately against you.

you loosened your grip slightly to let her fuck your face. you wanted to see her lose control because of you badly, so you opened your eyes to look up at her, and you swear you could cum on the spot just by how sinful the sight was. you moaned deeply into her pussy, the vibrations making sakura go insane, her body started to thrash and jolt, humping your face even more.

you slurped hungrily at her, losing any thoughts of technique and simply eating her out how you needed to. after all, kura doesn't care and grinds against your face rabidly, everything feels too fucking good to think.

"CUMMING, CUMMING!" she'd scream out, grip on you tightening even more.

"cum for me," you try mumbling as much as you could, airways practically blocked with her pussy.

sakura's body convulses, shaking with a screaming orgasm, juices squirting from her and drenching your face, chest, and clothes. you almost drown at the contact, but drink all the arousal that escapes.

her body stops violently jolting, only jerking every now and then from the aftershocks of the mindblowing climax she just came from. you release your tight grip as she does also, caressing her thighs softly, and kissing all over her sensitive core and legs. poor baby is completely gone, dazed and exhausted. you pull away from her pussy but make your way up to her face, never fully ripping away from her.

cupping her face and looking at her spent figure. chest raising and falling, mouth open, drool leaking out, cheeks stained with tears, body limp, thighs marked red, neck littered with hickies, her eyes half-lidded, and mumbling.

"y/n-ie, I'm can't," you giggle at how fucked out she is.

the throbbing at your core hurts honestly, but you ignore it, carrying your baby girl off of the chair and onto her bed. your clothes were soaked with her juices, looking back at her desk and seeing remnants of it there too. you'd clean it later, what matters is taking care of your girlfriend now.

"you did so well baby, you can rest," you'd whisper comfortingly in her ear, kissing her lips softly.

"do you want me to get you water? I can run the bath for you?" you offer, rubbing your hands sweetly over her red thighs.

"no, need you here," she'd say, pulling you into a cuddle, passing out on the spot.

you smile and place a peck on sakura's forehead, "okay."

need her so bad...

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thekrakenlolz · 2 months

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Start up Fic - Ellie Williams x Reader

part 2

Summary: You switch dorms at your boarding school after you and your girlfriend go through a messy break up and you no longer can handle being roommates with her. Only your new one is a different kind of problem

a/n: I wrote the first chapter only to realize I have no idea what comes next. So here's my plan: if y'all like the set up, you can give me suggestions for what you want to happen next. I basically just laid down the base. So you can read it if you want and see if you have any ideas. But just as a warning, I'm not gonna write smut without a plot, I'm not about that life. I have a vague idea of what I can put next but it's very cliche and overdone sooooo yeah, thanx in advance<3

Also, English is my third language so expect bad grammar

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Your eyes wandered over the walls as you walked along them. The paint was starting to flake off, revealing the concrete underneath. Your school was old. Like old, old. Like Victorian ages old. Something most of your friends scoffed over, but you personally liked. You thought it gave it character. Of course a little bit of a touch up wouldn't hurt, but bathroom doors that are actually still attached to the stall hinges were overrated anyways.

You were following Miss Jenkins, your housemother, hunched over as you were balancing three of your bags on your back. Uncomfortable, yes, but you were trying to minimize the amount of trips you had to make to move all your shit over to your new dorm. Anything to avoid seeing Samira more than absolutely fucking necessary.

"Here we are" Miss Jenkins sighed, stopping in front of one of the gray doors. It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. You were still pissed that you had to put in 4 requests over the duration of 2 months before they finally assigned you a new room, but now she was acting like she was doing you a huge favor. Like taking 15 minutes out of her day was so much to ask for. But you kept it down, thanking her again before opening the door and stepping in.

The lengthy process of actually getting a new room gave you plenty of time to stress over who your new roommate would be. This girl, however, didn't even come to mind. You weren't even sure what her name was, your social circle and her's didn't interact much. E-something? Or was it L?

Mystery girl was sitting at her desk, headphones in, and carefully shading out something in her notebook. You noticed she had tucked her left leg under her, a bad habit you also possessed. She didn't register your presence, her eyes still fixed on the paper. You threw your bags next to your bed, which finally caught her attention. "Oh fuck" she jumped up from the desk and hurried over to your bed, picking up the stuff she dumped on it. "Hello to you too" you mused.

Sweatshirts, textbooks and pencils started flying over onto her bed. "I'm sorry, I thought I had until Sunday to get my shit off your side" She explained, tossing a hairbrush across the small room. You watched it hit the wall and fall down onto her Zelda themed sheets. Cute, you noted. "No worries, take your time, I still have stuff to move over"

So you were back in the hallway, slowly but surely making your way back to your old dorm and with that, to Samira. Now that you were by yourself, you took the time to think about your new roommate. You still didn't know her name but one thing was for certain: she was incredible looking.

Her thick straight auburn hair cut off above the shoulders and her cheeks were densely dotted with freckles. She was very toned, especially in the arms. She was probably in the lacrosse team.

You did notice she was more on the masculine side, so might maybe even be gay. You full stopped, forcing yourself to remember, that's exactly the type of shit that got you in your current situation in the first place. No fucking your roommate, dude, we talked about this.

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You took a moment to collect yourself before entering your old room. You drew a breath in, scanning the ugly grey door that separated you and her. 12B the lettering read, touched up with some sharpie. You reached for the knob.

She was sitting at her desk, scrolling on her phone and demonstratively ignoring your presence. You bit down on the inside of her cheek. This wasn't what you expected. Somehow you preferred another stupid fight over this new silence.

You stacked two backpacks on one arm and three bags on the other. The weight made your walk out rather inelegant. You stopped in the doorway. "Goodbye Sami."

You could practically feel her hesitate.

"Bye."

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ataraxiaspainting · 3 months

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Cherry Wine.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Synopsis: It is your last day of actual freedom, and Chrollo intends to have it end with a mix of your design and his own. Everything is perfectly set. All he has to do now is wait for you to come into the web.

Warnings: Yandere themes, a wild Feitan appears, stalking, drugging/restraining (chloroform/handcuffs), and kidnapping.

Word Count: 1k.

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A familiar jingle accompanies the turntable’s rendition of Tchaikovsky’s Waltz of the Flowers. It is your keychain, moving with your key as you unlock your apartment door, moving as your feet shuffle on your doormat to get rid of the dirt the soles had acquired from walking. The sounds of tired sighs, your headphones being placed beside the rack where your jackets and umbrellas and shoes are placed. Chrollo knows all of these melodies by heart because those notes make up the beautiful orchestra that is you.

He hears the little creaking noise of the door closing, along with the lock being turned, sealing your fate. A small sound of the closet you keep near the entrance, which holds your bags and fancier footwear like high heels. Chrollo respected the silent rule of never wearing shoes inside, something that is out of character for him whenever he breaks into other peoples’ homes, and had placed his own black loafers behind that one expensive purse you only used one time for a presentation you had to make for your professors and peers.

He had Shalnark record the entire thing and has rewatched it multiple times, each one seeming better than the last.

Everything about you, from how you walked, how you were so expressive with your facial expressions, how you seemed to be able to befriend anyone, everything about you felt like it came from another world. Or perhaps he is the one who came from another world, metaphorically? Chrollo chuckles at the thought. It would make sense, really, Meteor City felt like another world, that is for certain.

One of your cats meows loudly, the larger but older one from the way the meow was scratchy like nails on a blackboard, most likely being right next to you. He is distressed, perhaps. Chrollo is an unwanted visitor, after all, and despite being more of a cat person, he had to deal with your cats more than your dog, oddly enough. While your dog cowered and hid under the table, whining like she had been reduced to that of the small puppy she was when you first adopted her, your cats teamed up to attempt to scratch his eyes out whenever they jumped on the kitchen table or couch, hissing and possibly screaming bloody murder. Somewhere deep within Chrollo’s heart, it hurts a bit.

He knows that because of your naivety, you will just pet the cat, take off your coat, and your boots, and go upstairs, where your dining table has been set by Chrollo. It’s a welcome gift, in Chrollo’s opinion, but also perhaps an apology one as well.

As soon as you walk into the kitchen, your fate is as doomed as a little fly caught in a spider’s web.

“Come on,” You grumble. “Already? Geez. I just got that bag too…” Are you talking to your cat? “What the hell? I know you have stomach problems but… gosh.”

Ah. Do you plan on switching out the brand of cat food again?

“I guess that’s my own fault though for getting a cat I knew has digestive issues, huh? I can’t be mad at you. You’re almost the same age as me and… that’s a lot in cat years.” Chrollo hears the sound of a yawn as he presumes you are stretching. You must be tired, you have been on your feet all day today helping out your peers with their assignments, as usual. “It’s just now I have to clean up all this puke… argh.”

Should I speed things along?

A text message from Feitan, who has been outside your apartment door, though you didn’t see him, unsurprisingly. He is most likely getting annoyed, from the tone of the writing, because Feitan can be doing much more important things for the Troupe instead of helping you “settle in” as Chrollo put it.

That won’t be necessary. Trust me. Everything is going as planned so far, even if this is a minor setback.

The reason why Chrollo didn’t choose someone like Phinks or Nobunaga to help him with this task is because Feitan is the most silent. He can easily imagine the other two scaring you away accidentally if they accidentally lose their cover.

The table is set, with flowers and books and other things you love. All he has to do is wait.

You should have just brought Machi.

Chrollo sighs at that, just barely audible. But he knows Feitan is nothing but loyal to him, so he knows that he will not try anything that he does not like.

Machi is busy shopping with Paku and Shizuku for the other things I need for [First], it would be rude to ruin their own task, Fei.

With that, Chrollo’s message is left on read.

Everything is going according to plan, and Feitan will not ruin it, even if he had wanted to.

All that is left is to wait. You’ll come on your own.

Feitan is only here if you attempt to run afterward, after you see your gifts, after all.

He hears footsteps, coming up the stairs, at long last.

One.

Two.

A large meal is placed on the side of the table that has an empty chair. Chrollo sits across, smiling. Plates and bowls filled with things that are sweet, savory, and everything else in between. They are all your favorites, Chrollo double-checked with Shalnark before he had left. Other items are placed on the table as well, like that jewelry set you were eyeing last week but unfortunately was too expensive for you. You were trying to limit how much you spend, a good habit to build surely. It is a shame you will never get to use that skill, though. Unless Chrollo gives you an allowance each week based on how well you behave, an entertaining concept in his opinion, but if it ever becomes reality it will have to wait a few weeks at the very least.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Chrollo also had Feitan carry handcuffs, in case the chloroform does not work as it was intended to.

But that is after you two talk, it would be rude to not introduce himself and show off everything he has bought for you.

Seven.

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theladyofbloodshed · 3 months

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SJM Romance Week - Day 1 - First Date

@sjmromanceweek

With a fear of flying gripping her tight, Nesta just wants to be left alone to spiral in her panic - that is until a swaggering man holds her hand during take off.

The sweating had begun the second she reached the security line which was never a good sign. Nesta tried to act calm, tried not to keep glancing over her shoulders at the security agents as they scanned bags and bodies. Every damn time she made the machine bleep despite ensuring she had no metal on her, as if the machine knew she was panicking and wanted to enhance her worry. True to history, the machine went off and she stepped onto the painted feet for a guard to wave their wand over her. She didn’t know why she was so worried about the security part; Nesta wasn’t smuggling drugs.

Two hours of agony followed.

The duty-free shops didn’t hold her appeal although she’d toyed with buying alcohol to take the edge off things. She’d taken a Xanax already and mixing wouldn’t go well. A book. A new book to keep her occupied, that would do. She checked her gate, double checked it then triple checked it. Lurked near it way before it was boarding time with her new book clutched in her clammy hands. Nesta mentally catalogued her day. She’d watered the plants, Gwyn already had the spare key to water them when needed, she’d turned everything off, locked the door because she’d checked multiple times, had her travel documents on her phone and printed, had only taken hand luggage so it wouldn’t be lost. Everything would be fine. Of course it would be. She was a planner. But she couldn’t plan who was piloting the plane. Couldn’t plan the weather. Couldn’t plan if a freak bolt of lightning struck the plane and zapped them off the face of the earth. Nesta swigged down mouthfuls of sparkling water. She hated it but it made her burp and that alleviated her churning stomach.

When the agents called for boarding, Nesta was first in the queue. Priority boarding had been purchased so she could panic in her seat. Her legs trembled up the metal stairs to board the plane. Planes flew every day. Hundreds of them. All crisscrossing across the sky. And she’d be on the unlucky anomaly. Because of course she would. Nothing ever ran smoothly in her life.

With an eye mask on and a mindfulness podcast blaring in her ears, Nesta tried to block out the rest of the boarding. She was vaguely aware of bodies moving down the aisle or slipping into seats behind or in front of hers, the judder of chairs or slam of the overhead storage. When an elbow knocked into her to take the seat, she didn’t react, just kept listening to the soothing voice telling her to focus on her breathing.

Fingers tapped on her arm repeatedly until she peeled off her mask.

A man with dark-hair tugged into a loose bun at the nape of his neck was gesturing to her headphones. An air steward was watching, life jacket held aloft for the display. ‘Switch to airplane mode or turn off your devices for take off please.’

Nesta fumbled with her phone, hands trembling to change it. She listened to the safety warnings, terror soaking in.

‘Can we swap seats? I don’t want to look out of the window.’

‘Sorry, sweetheart, but I need to leg room in the aisle.’ The man gestured to his broad thighs and long, muscled legs.

Nesta knew well enough that if she even dreamed of closing the hatch on the window, a flight attendant would snap it back up so she could see just how high they were. Once the safety demo had finished, Nesta plugged back into her bubble. Her belt was on but what use was that against a plane crash?

As soon as she felt motion, Nesta was gripping her seat belt as if clinging onto it might save her. Her hands trembled, tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth in her fear as the plane approached the runway.

Then a hand reached for hers. Calloused fingers slid against her own.

Nesta ripped her mask and headphones away in one fell swoop.

‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘You seemed nervous. Thought you’d want a hand to hold.’

The man’s hazel eyes fell to their hands, still entwined then Nesta yanked that away too.

And then the plane was barrelling along the runway, the force pinning her to her seat so she grasped for that hand again. He gave a low chuckle and cradled hers with both of his. Nesta screwed her eyes shut, not wanting to glimpse the moment they took flight or the way the land below would become more and more distant. At Emerie’s encouragement, she’d watched take offs on YouTube, had even tried to play a flight simulator but both of them had freaked her out just as much.

‘Is it just take off or landing too?’

Her words wouldn’t come out. The whole thing was traumatic. The only reason she was flying was because her sister was due to a drop a baby boy any day and Nesta had agreed to be there for the delivery and first couple of weeks of his life. Without a maternal figure, Feyre had decided that Nesta was the closest thing – ignoring the fact neither of them had a clue about babies.

‘What does that beeping mean?’ she hissed.

The man just brushed his thumb in a circle against the back of her hand. ‘It means we can take our seat belts off, sweetheart.’

Reluctantly, she forced open her eyes. People were already releasing their belts and heading to the bathroom. She had held her own urination on every flight. Only poor planners didn’t go before take-off. It would be just her luck that a plane would meet a fiery end whilst she was sat on the toilet.

He leaned over to slide the hatch down, hiding the outside world from view then his fingers headed towards her lap. Nesta was too stunned to react even as he undid her belt.

‘And what happens if this plane starts to plummet from the sky?’

‘I’m sure you can figure out how to put your belt back on,’ he replied, an easy grin on his face. At her terse look, he added, ‘Relax. This plane has never crashed before.’

Nesta busied herself with her book despite the undercurrent of fear threatening to drown her every time she thought too deeply about how the plane remained airborne. The man next to her read the in-flight magazine then began drumming on the fold-out table.

‘Do you mind?’

‘Have you got a request?’

Nesta’s brows drew together. ‘Stop drumming. It’s irritating.’

When the trolley of beverages was a few rows away, he turned to her. ‘What are you having?’

‘Nothing. If I drink, I will need the bathroom. I am not getting up or going there and tempting fate.’

He gave a bellow of a laugh. ‘You’ve thought of everything. You know if the plane crashes, it will make no difference if you’re sat by me or on the toilet.’

Her face must have paled because he added, ‘But it will fly safely to our destination.’

A handsome, swaggering smile was offered to the air stewardess when she approached. ‘Two coffees, chips, M&Ms and whatever drink has the most sugar.’

There was a veritable feast laid out in front of him, but a coffee was placed on the little table that he unfolded at her seat. The M&M pouch was torn open and shook in front of her face.

‘Go on, treat yourself.’

‘Do you just fly around the country and trap women in airline seats so they can’t get away?’

He ran a hand against his black hair. ‘Should I have gotten the peanut ones?’

Nesta took a few and tipped them into her mouth.

‘Careful, sweetheart, you don’t want to choke while the plane is crashing.’

‘You are not funny,’ she complained.

‘When they need to identify your body, what name will go with it?’

This time, she nearly did choke on her handful of M&Ms. ‘Are you serious? Is that how you’re asking my name?’

He spread out his hands, evidently pleased with that terrible line, awaiting her answer.

‘Nesta.’

‘Cassian.’

They chatted as the plane continued on its journey, drinking their coffee and eating his snacks. They shared the can of coke, her inhabitations well and truly lowered by the Xanax if she was willing to swap saliva and drink from the same can as a stranger. At the first signs of turbulence, Cassian was there to hold her hands and murmur embarrassing stories about his friends to stop fear paralysing her.

Once the cabin crew had swept through to collect the final few items of rubbish on the short flight, Nesta was clamming up again. She knew what was to follow.

‘Cabin crew, prepare for landing.’

Clouds streamed past the window, adding to the turbulence. Nesta was too scared to even reach for her mask which had fallen on the floor.

Cassian wound his fingers into hers. ‘I’ve got you, sweetheart. It will be okay.’

Every bump had her gritting her teeth so hard, it was a wonder that one of her molars didn’t crack. Cassian just kept talking in a low voice about inane topics to try and shave the edges off of her fear. His arm wound around her shoulders, forehead touching her temple, whilst his other hand still held hers.

‘This is the nicest first date I’ve ever had.’

That snapped something in her. ‘This is not a date.’

The nose of the plane dipped and her stomach lurched from the motion.

‘We’ve had coffee and snacks. We’re holding hands. You’ve shared your deepest fears of dying in a blazing crash. To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.’

Nesta ground out, ‘I hate the Smiths.’

‘Everybody does,’ he said.

With a bump that made her squeeze Cassian tighter, the plane landed. It sped down the runway and Nesta kept her eyes firmly shut for the entire duration until Cassian murmured that they had stopped.

‘You see, a safe flight after all.’

‘Fortune was cruel enough to put me next to you. A crash would have really tipped it over the edge.’

Cassian lifted her bag down for her, his black t-shirt rising to expose a strip of his taut muscled stomach. His own was a well-used duffle which he slung over his shoulder.

They walked together towards the airport building.

‘Do I get your number then?’

Nesta cocked a brow at his boldness. ‘Absolutely not. I’d rather be the one that got away.’

‘Every flight I’ll think of you, wondering if you’re stealing another man’s snacks.’

Nesta pressed her fingers to her lips and blew him a kiss as they parted into two different lines at security.

The man had to be mad, she decided as she passed through passport control. No sane man would just start holding a stranger’s hand – and she was an idiot for reciprocating that touch. But it did sting a bit that he’d accepted her refusal so easily. After how tactile and caring he’d been, she thought maybe Cassian would have pestered her again for her number or her socials. Whatever. His loss.

Her fear of flying meant that she’d sweated through her deodorant so she hurried into the bathroom to change her top, clean her arm pits with a baby wipe then slather on more deodorant to appear a little less dishevelled. Nesta spotted Cassian waiting at the baggage carousal for more belongings to come rolling around so she scurried past, avoiding his attention. Fantasy was more fun than reality. Maybe he’d be her one that got away.

After passing through anything to declare, Feyre was waiting for her. The huge belly wasn’t a surprise but it was still a shock to see her little sister so heavily pregnant.

‘Wow, look at you!’

‘I am peeing every ten minutes,’ she replied, holding up her belly.

‘Hi, Rhys.’

‘Nesta,’ he said, swooping to press a kiss on her cheek.

They’d met once. And it had been awkward as hell when Nesta realised he was eight years older than her. He wasn’t the sort of man she’d ever choose, but Feyre seemed happy. They were on “Christmas Card closeness” usually so Feyre’s call asking her to come and be close for the birth had meant a lot. Meant enough that she was willing to fly two days later.

‘Where’s the rest of your luggage?’

‘I had it sent ahead.’

Feyre patted Rhys on the arm. ‘Nesta hates flying. Everything is planned to an inch of its life. No detours, no unnecessary waiting. On the plane, off the plane.’

Even being in an airport, with its constant business, had Nesta itchy. ‘Shall we go?’

‘Do you want to head to the car, ladies? I’m worried about you standing for so long, darling.’

Feyre shook her head, golden hair cascading from the motion. ‘I’m fine. Cassian won’t take that long.’

‘Cassian?’

Nesta could practically hear the alarm bells ringing in her head.

‘My brother,’ said Rhys.

‘He works on an oil rig but he’s home for a couple of months now so you two can argue over who is the best uncle or auntie,’ teased Feyre.

There he was, striding through the doors, duffle bag slung over one shoulder while pushing a cart loaded with three more bags. His eyes snapped straight to her, a slow grin spreading over his face.

They said their greetings, Nesta and Cassian pretending that she hadn’t just been clinging to him in terror on the flight here then they fell into step together, walking slightly behind Rhysand and Feyre.

‘Fortune favours you,’ he murmured.

‘Did you know who I am?’

Cassian gave a hearty laugh that had Rhys glancing his shoulder at them. ‘Not at first. You looked familiar then you said your name and I realised you were Feyre’s sister.’

‘Lucky me,’ she grumbled.

With one hand pushing the trolley, he slung the other arm around her shoulders. ‘So, about that second date.’

#nessian #sjmromanceweek #sjmromanceweek2024

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despairots · 1 year

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diet mountain dew, ethan landry.

ethan landry x gn! reader

summary: in which, you and ethan chill in your dorm with lana del rey playing in the background.

content warning: none unless you don’t know what swearing is then swearing.

genre: pre ghostface / no ghostface yet, fluff.

authors note: i saw multiple people do this with diet mountain dew x ethan so i tried it out :)

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want

someone pulled your headphones off, scaring you making you turn around revealing one of your bestfriends, ethan. “the [name] [lastname] is listening to lana del rey?” ethan joked, giving back your headphones.

you scoffed and jokingly rolled your eyes, “her songs are a banger, what are you on?” he giggled and sat on your bean bag, “your dorm is so nice.” he complimented as you hummed, scrolling through a research.

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

never was there ever a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

ethan watched you intently, a adoring look in his eyes as he saw you lightly smile and your eyes brighten. a small sparkly danced in your eyes, he watched you switch taps, your fingers flying across the keyboards to type.

“i can feel you staring at me, right, eth?” he jumped at the sound of your voice, eyes snapping to anywhere else but you. you turning around in your spinning chair with a smile.

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it now low down and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

“if you wanna listen you can. i could disconnect the headphones, if you want.” you offered as he looked at you with those eyes that would make anyone fall in love.

“really?” he perked up, “pft, yeah. i know you like lana.” you laughed and disconnected the headphones, putting the volume loud enough you guys could hear before you turned around again to focus on the thing you were working on.

baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses

‘cause we gonna take a ride

i’m not gonna listen to what the past says

i’ve been waiting up all night

ethan grabbed at your chair, forcing you to turn around, “ethan, this assessments due tomorrow morning —“ he rolled his eyes and pulled you up, cutting you off.

“you can do that later. we never hung out before alone, just the two of us.” he said as you looked back at your laptop, him forcing you to look away from it with his on your cheek.

take another drag turn me to ashes

ready for another lie?

say he’s gonna teach me just what fast is

say it’s gonna be alright

“who knew the shy and dorky ethan could do that.” you joked with a small smile, “it’s because we’ve been friends since elementary.” he scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

the fact is, you two have been longer friends then with the friend group: tara, chad, mindy, anika, quinn and sam. “i know that.” you responded with a slight nudge to his shoulder, plopping onto your bed.

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

never was there ever a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

ethan followed behind, laying in your bed, the fairy lights around your room lighting it up. he saw the small portrait frame of him and you when the two of you were little.

“you still have it?” he took a grab at it, “um, yeah — give it here.” you tried to take it out of his hands, ethan lifting up it from your reach as you crawled on top of him, “ethan!”

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it now low down and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

he took the photo out of the frame, flipping the photo behind with slight acknowledgment of it when he realized that you completely gave up and laid on his chest with a heavy sigh.

“aww, i’m sorry, [nickname].” he realized and placed a hand on your back, “fuck you.” he chuckled, hearing your voice muffle into his chest while he took a look behind the picture.

let’s take jesus off the dashboard

got enough on his mind

we both know just what we’re here for

saved too many times

his heart rate fastened, his eyes reading every word that was behind the picture written in small, neat, bold letters. you continued to lay there on his chest with face red and pupils dialled.

maybe i like this roller coaster

maybe it keeps me high

maybe the speed it brings me closer

i could sparkle up your eye

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it low down and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever

do you think we’ll be in love?

“[name]…” he breathed out looking down at you, “ignore that, it was a long time ago, ethan.” you lied, rolling off him and then shoving your face into your pillow.

“but —“ “ethan, just let it go. it’s embarrassing!” you groaned, ethan chuckling a little, “but i find it adorable.” he commented, your eye peaking up at him a little. “really?” you muttered.

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you

diet mountain dew, baby new york city

never was there a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

he hummed in respond, fiddling with the picture in his head, cheeks dinted and eyes flickering almost everywhere but you, who was just as flustered as he was.

baby, stoppin’ at 7-eleven

there in his white pontiac heaven

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

never was there a girl so pretty

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

there was a small chance that you didn’t like him anymore in his eyes, pining for so long ever since you two were 13. young, sure but who gives a fuck now?

diet mountain dew, baby, new york city

can we hit it low and gritty?

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

do you think we’ll be in love?

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want

“look, it’s fine if you don’t like me back but i don’t want that to turn put friendship awkward.” you explained, stuttering over a few words with sweat dripping down your nape.

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want

ethan’s head snapped at you, “what? [name], i have liked you ever since we were 13. you were so smart, and nice, i’ve always looked up to you when we were younger.“ he stammered making you cover your face with your hands.

“i feel the same way.” you mumbled making ethan chuckle at your voice muffling into your hands. he took you hands off your face, his hands replacing where yours were before.

your body relaxed as he leaned forward, your eyes slowly closed, body leaning forward to catch his lips. wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him forward, placing your lips on his.

you’re no good for me

baby, you’re no good for me

you’re no good for me

but baby, i want you, i want…

#kaz’s books. 🔭#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #ethan bailey #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #anika kayoko #quinn bailey #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x gn reader #fluff #lana del rey

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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They were Roommates! 3/?

Summary: We get some perspective. Jason's had a long day and all he needs is his princess to help him relax.

Pairs: Roommate!Reader x Jason Todd

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT, FEELINGS, POV SWITCH, chocking, cock warming, praise, pining, dark humor, fluff. reader gets a job, I have no excuses but this kind of hurt to write.

AN: This Chapter is from Jason's POV. I just feel like we needed some insight. Also just wanted to repost this because apparently it didn't upload properly yesterday. Hopefully this time it works.

Part 2

What a long fuckin day, Jason thinks to himself as he trudges up the stairs to your shared apartment. He's been out all night and day chasing down leads for Batman and hasn't felt this bone tired since he crawled out of the pit.

His duffle bag like a sack of bricks on his shoulder and his feet doused in concrete. But his goal is ahead of him. He knows your home right now, you told him this morning when he called to ask about your upcoming Art Show that you had pieces to get ready and you’d be locked inside all day.

The idea of you waiting for him pushes him further, faster. Just a few more steps and he'll be home. Not that he thought of you as home. No, that'd be too much. You're friends, just friends, who haven't been able to keep your hands to yourself for longer than 2 days for the last few weeks. So maybe you’re just very good friends.

He pushes through the door, only a little grateful that Bruce made him leave his guns at the manor for Alfred to clean. Apparently, he wasn’t doing it properly. Though he’s about 90% certain he’s never going to see his favourite firearms again.

He makes a beeline for your room upon noticing you left the door open. Are you waiting for him? You wouldn’t be, right? His ears perk up at the sound of your soft humming, making his heart pound and his hands sweat. Fuck, he just needs to get his hands on you.

“Hey Jay,” you say in that velvety tone, when you see him approaching down the hall. Pulling your headphones off and smiling your cute little face at him. He can hear Taylor Swift's newest song echoing from them, but he barely even registers it. He’s so focused on you.

Fuck, you’re a wonderful sight. Your tablet resting on your crossed legs, your stylus slotted delicately between those delicate fingers, hair up in messy bun, tiny fly away's framing your beautiful face, knee high socks that nearly give him a heart attack and his fucking red flannel. Fuck, if he had your skills he’d sit down and capture how perfect you are.

His eyes take all of this in as his heart tries his best to tell him something. But he can't stop moving. His body goes limp as he flop’s down onto you, resting his head on your silky thigh. All he wants is to sink his teeth into your flesh, mark you, cover your pretty skin in signs that you're his.

Instead, his hands dig into the shirt that’s fanned out over your legs. His shirt, if only the woman in it were his too. He thinks, grateful he’s managing to keep these confusing thoughts inside, “Princess,” he mumbles into your leg.

“Long day at the office?” Your hands start to brush through his hair, combing the knots out that had formed throughout his search. Your nails graze along his scalp, he shivers as goosebumps spread down his neck and onto his arms. He may not remember hell, but this sure feels like heaven.

“Mmm,” he kicks off his boots, the steel caps thumping when they hit the ground. His bones start to feel gooey as he presses his face deeper into your thigh. He doesn’t mean to kiss you, but he just can’t seem to help himself.

“Bruce have you digging holes in the garden again?” your voice like wind chimes on a still day. Fuck, he could listen to you talk forever about whatever you wanted.

“He does love his family bonding exercises,” his hands drift up, wrapping around your hips, hugging you tight and hiding his face, unable to look at you. He hates the lies, hates that he can't tell you. But Dicks right, it's too dangerous for a civilian. He couldn't forgive himself if anything happened to you and if he was the one who put you in danger….

“Want me to get you anything?”

“Just this for now.” He snuggles up into your tummy.

You lean down, placing soft kisses into his hair. He’s thankful you can’t see his face, sure that it would give away just how right you feel..

“You rest Jay, I got you.” you lay back, your hand still in his hair as you begin humming the song you had been listening to before.

“Hmm.. thanks Princess.”

You only get to the chorus before Jason’s phone starts to ring, “back pocket,” he grumbles, rubbing his cheek into you, “can you get it for me?”

“Ah huh,” your hand reaches into his pocket, “it says mother dearest?” you sound so confused but he can’t help the laugh that escapes him, “Jay I thought-”

“Jesus, can't I rest? answer and tell him to fuck off please.” you let out a tiny sound that sounds like you agree and then the bloody hollering starts.

“Little Wing, I need-”

“Umm hello?” you interrupt.

“- oh you're not Jason. Hey girlie,”

“Jason, why is Dick in your phone as mother dearest?” you whisper, scrunching your brows up at him when he looks up at you.

His eyes start to grow heavy, rubbing his cheek into your tummy. Fuck, Jason does not want to talk to his brother right now. He inhales your perfume mixed with the lingering scent of his cologne. It makes his pants grow tighter and his brain feel foggy, “tell him I'm busy and to annoy someone else,”

“Jason can't come to the phone right now, he's dead.” you joke and he can hear the fucking panic starting to form in Dick’s head.

“He's what?!” He hears Dick shout through the phone. His brother starts to ramble and Jason can imagine the man pacing through his house, his arms flailing around him like he’s going to kill someone. Jason can't help the laugh that escapes him.

“Dick doesn't get the joke Princess. Put it on loudspeaker.” he whispers to you, turning his head so his brother will hear him, “I'm not dead, calm down.”

“Don't you tell me to calm down! She shouldn't make jokes like that, because- wait, am I a loud speaker?”

“Yes,” you both say at the same time.

“I just wanted to make sure you got home ok, and now I'm having a heart attack. Fuck you both very much.” He hangs up and you both burst into laughter.

“Your brother's a bit of a drama queen.” his head jostles on your giggling stomach, “Like did he think I’d be so casual if you were actually dead?”

"You don't know the half of it," Jason says, taking the phone from you and throwing it away.

"We just doing this all night or?"

"What you have in mind?"

"Haven't had a girls night in ages and you look like you could use some pampering." You suggest as your fingers work their way back through his hair.

XxX

He must've fallen asleep. His first clue is that you're gone and he's wrapped up in your cotton blanket, the second is he can smell the snicker doodles in the kitchen. The rich cinnamon sugar scent, almost as sweet as you.

Ducking into his room he takes off his dirty clothes and throws on a pair of clean sweats before floating towards the kitchen like a cartoon. "Princess?" He calls when he can't see you.

"I'm over here," you call back. He spots you bending over the coffee table, arranging your pamper station for him. Fuck I love you. He thinks, in a friend way. Yeah. She's my friend. But the way his shirt rises up over your ass makes him want to do some very unfriendly things to you. "Can you grab the cookies from the oven?"

"Yep," he says, with a pop of his lips, spinning on his feet towards the kitchen.

"Thanks ba- I mean thanks Jay," you turn trying to hide your embarrassment, but he can see it. You wanted to call him babe. Maybe this isn't as one sided as he thought?

"What are we doing first?" He tries to say casually, sitting down on the couch and taking in the vast array of items you've got set out.

"Facials," you smile, picking up the little bowl of cream, "want me to put it on you?"

"Yes please," he sits back, almost moaning at how soft your fingers feel on his face, "what's in this it smells yummy,"

"Honey, lavender, oats, all the good stuff,"

"It smells great and it feels so good," he presses his face into your hands. "Princess, i-"

"Finished, you look so cute!" You say excitedly, "ok, now you do me,"

"Do you?" He raises his brow at you.

"Jay," you playfully hit him, "I want a facial too." He can't help the face he makes and you slap him again, "come on, get ya mind out the gutter."

"I'm just teasing," he swipes a handful of the cream, rubbing it into your soft features. His fingers press into the crease into your brow, your cheeks. You grin up at him and his heart feels like it might burst. Holding your chin he presses a soft kiss into your lips, "tastes good too," he beams, when you open your eyes you peer back at him so sweetly his heart thumps even faster. "What now Princess?"

"We just need to wait ten minutes then we can wash it off," you say getting up and grabbing the cookies, from the table "we can eat these while we wait."

"Princess these are delicious," he moans as the spongey cookie melts in his mouth, "tastes almost as good as you."

"Jay." You level your deadpan stare at him.

"Princess." He stares back.

"Can I do your makeup after?" You perk up, sitting on your knees.

"Can we watch Heathers in bed?"

"Deal."

"How many of these am I aloud to eat?" He asks, stuffing another one in his mouth. Fuck if he only had to eat two things for the rest of his life. He knows exactly what he would pick.

"All of them? I can just make more if you want."

"Just for me?" He's surprised, he's not sure why. In the year you've lived here he's always surprised by just how much the little things you do for him chip away at his walls.

"Who else?" Your words circle his heart, the tips of the letters just grazing the outside.

"Princess, can I wash this off? It's starting to itch," he says, the honey sticking to his fingers and the lavender that smells exactly like you wafting up his nose. He's having trouble keeping his thoughts pure and not just bending you over the couch and making you beg for him.

"Yeh, I'll get the movie ready and move the snacks,"

"Fuck, what the fuck am I doing?" He says to himself in the bathroom mirror, his face still smelling like you, "just ask her out to dinner," he washes the rest off, but the scent still lingers. "What would Bruce do? Deny his feelings for ten years and wait for her to make the move. I can't fuckin do that." He wipes his hand down his face in frustration.

Shit, he feels like he's stuck between a crowbar and an explosion. But if he fucks up this time, you could be the one to get hurt and that's the last thing he wants.

"You're taking a while in there, are you alive?" You knock on the closed door, "you talking to Batman in the mirror again?"

"I do not do that," he says as he brushes past you and into your room where you've got the cookies resting on the edge of your bed.

"You kinda do," you call out.

Fuck me, she's going to kill me. Again. He thinks, holding his face in his hands as he reaches for another cookie and savors the taste.

"Alright, Jay," you say, swishing into the room, his shirt sitting just low enough to cover your panties. Your hands drift up his bare arms, stopping at his shoulders as you step toward him, your legs spreading over his and your ass lands on his thighs. "Ready for your makeover?"

"Is this how I get it?" His arms encircle you, "Can I get one every morning?" He squeezes your ass and you jump, making his cock throb underneath you. His fingers dig into your sides making you squirm and the cutest little sounds escape your mouth. Is this your version of torture? It’s definitely preferable to other methods he’s endured, he thinks, he could get used to this kind of treatment.

"Jay, stop," you laugh, "you're tickling me, Jay, please," squirming even more on his lap, his cock growing harder and harder by the second, "Jason, babe, stop, let me do your makeup."

His eyes meet with yours and he stops tickling you. Did you just? No. It must’ve been a slip of the tongue.

"Make up time," you try to smile, your eyes looking everywhere but at him, what is that about? Is he reading too much into this? "Maybe a smokey eye? What colors would you like?"

"Red and black, please Princess." You reach back for your eye shadow pallet and he tries to think of something else. Anything else, Dick farting on Tim, Damien getting eaten by his dog. But with that lavender still on his skin and you on his lap, all he can think about is kissing you again.

You press your fingers into his face, your dominant hand holding the brush like it was made there as you lean over him. Brushing the color onto his closed eyes, your cinnamon breath fans over his face warms his heart. Your tits pressing into his hard chest have a similar effect further south.

"Jay, stop squirming," you say as you continue to wiggle on top of him. "I'm going to poke your eye out," Like he can help it. Like he can help just how much to affect him.

"I'm trying, are you nearly done?"

"True art takes time,"

"I don't know how much I got left,"

"Why's that?"

"Princess if you don't hurry up I might break your pretty brush," his hands grip your hips, hoping to keep you still. Instead it gives him more leverage to rub up into you, grinding his very hard and seeping cock into your delicate panties.

"I'm nearly done, just one more thing." He feels you reach back, his eyes still closed. Then the softness of your kiss overwhelms him and he can't hold it back any longer.

He flips you underneath him. You let out an adorable squeal of excitement as his cock grinds on the wet patch in your panties. "Fuck" it feels like someone finally cracked a hole in the horny pond. he tries to stop but can't, “I need to be inside you,”

"Like right now?" You say, grinding up into him and shoving your panties down your legs as fast as you can. "But I haven't finished your makeup" Fuck, you're always so ready for him. Maybe you can finish his make up? He thinks slyly, hmm this could be fun.

“Right now Princess,” his hand fumbles as his blood thrums. He dips his fingers into your heavenly pussy and you’re already clenching down on him, "fuckin hell. You're already so wet. I got an idea," he moves back, laughing when you let out a huff as his fingers leave you. He rests his back on the wall behind your bed, "come here,"

'Ok?" You ask, seemingly confused about what he's doing. But when you see him shake his pants off and throw them on the floor, your mouth falls open and you start staring at him again. Fuck, it makes him feel like a God.

You fall onto your tummy crawling towards him, like sin personified, like you need him as much as he needs you. He glimpses those pretty tits through the large gap in the front of his shirt, "What are we doing?"

"Since you insist on doing my makeup,” he tuts, “you're going to sit on my cock while you finish it. Don't look at me like that. Come on now,"

"I'm definitely going to poke your eye out," you side eye him as you raise to your knees.

"You won't. I trust you," he says, taking your hips in his hands, sighing when your warm fingers wrap around his cock.

"Good girl, now sit," he takes deep breaths as your tight little pussy envelops him, your creaminess sliding down the hard ridges of his cock, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"Ok," you pant, squirming around him with your eyes closed, "I've just gotta-" you pick up your pallet, swiping some black over your finger and pressing it into his eyelid.

“Please don't make that face,” he squints, knowing what you look like when you get focused, “I'm having a hard enough time,”

“This was your idea,” you sass, wiggling your ass and he feels like he might just let you poke his eyes out.

He thrusts up, moaning when you bite down on your lip to try and keep your concentration. His hand moves, slipping over your hip to fall right at your clit. His thumb lazily swiping up and down making you spasm and pull your hand away.

“Jay,” you shudder, falling forward and into his chest, your hands holding his cheeks as you reach up to kiss him. Pride swells in his chest, knowing that he can have you like this whenever he wants. That you’re so open and trusting of him, ready to fall apart in his arms at any given moment.

“Makeup done?” He mumbles between kisses. His cock with a mind of its own as it starts to slowly thrust into you.

“It's,” you lean back, taking in your handy work, your delicate fingers brushing over his cheeks. You’re cheeks are flushed and your beautiful eyes take him in, “kinda smudey now, but it looks good.”

“Good,” he lifts his knees bringing you even closer to him, “now about this shirt,” his hands slip in between the buttons, ripping it in half.

“Jay,” you gasp, and the shock on your face was worth it. Until you pout at him, “that was my favourite shirt,”

“I got heaps of flannels, you can have all of them Princess,” he peels the shirt from your arms, bowing his head so he can take your tit in his mouth, his strong tongue flicking over your nipple. Moving his other hand so his thumb can do the same to your clit, “still upset about the shirt?” He pant’s when you start to bounce on his cock.

“No, Jay I-” he knows what you're going to say, he can feel how tight you're getting around him. You just need a little push, his mouth sucks into your neck, tasting the last remnants of your face mask mixing with your sweat. You keep making those noises as bites into you, the fucking sweetest sounds on the earth, he wants to have his head clogged full of them.

“Cum,” his voice muffled as his teeth move to your nipple. You arch back, your hands grip tight to his legs, nails digging into his thick thighs, Yes, mark me, he thinks, I'm yours Princess make me look like it, but his mouth says, “cum, cum on me, then you're going to do it again and again, cum Princess,”

His cock feels like it's in a vice as you shake and shiver over him, his name like a chant on your lips and your eyes tight with his. Your face is so beautiful as you fall apart on top of him, those tiny breathy moans echoing in his ears.

His hands slide around your waist, pulling you even closer, his lips connect with yours, “you did so well, wrap your legs around me," Your eyes lidded as you gaze back at him, "I got the next one,” he lifts you, sliding his legs underneath him to get more leverage.

“Ready?”

“Yes Jay,” your voice is so lust filled, he wants to record it for when he's had a bad day. He thrusts up, your fingers winding through his hair, turning his head towards you.

He'll never get used to how stunning you are, your eyes groggy and your lips swollen from his kiss, "fuck your beautiful," he kisses you deeply one hand on the back of your neck, the other gripping into your ass. "Keep those pretty eyes open for me,"

He's losing himself, losing any remaining semblance of sanity inside of you as he moves faster, harder "fuck I want to cum. Your little pussy feels so good Princess"

Your hands are drifting, seeming to want to touch every part of him before settling on his biceps. Your teeth bite down into his shoulder as he finds your g spot and it feels like fireworks shooting down his neck. "Fuck me back Princess," he slaps your ass making your pussy pulse around him.

“Again,” your voice getting breathier by the second, starting to grind down into him as he fucks you. He can feel your clit grazing his stomach, your tits brushing against the sensitive y shaped scar at the center of his torso. He's alive, alive for this. So he could make you cum on him everyday for forever . He slaps your ass over and over, feeling your pussy clutch and clench around him.

“Want to fill you, Princess,” His cock throbs inside you, your moans surrounding him like a symphony, “want to see that pretty pussy drip with my cum,”

“Jason,”

“Yes, cum. Cum, cum,” he moans in your ear, trying to hold back his own release, he wants to share it, to share everything. With you.

“JASON!” you scream, his name on your lips the richest sound in the world and as your pussy begins to convulse around him, he lets go. His cum filling you up, surrounding his cock and pumping into your pussy. He keeps going, fucking into you, letting you have as much of him as you need. He wants you spent, blissed out on his cock so that you never go searching for the feeling elsewhere.

His lips caress your neck as your shaking begins to slow, “did so well Princess, so perfect for me,” he praises you, lifting you up and laying you both on the bed.

Your head rest's on his chest as your little fingers trace the line of his scar. It feels strange, nice strange. Your fingers drift down the tail end of the why and he thinks maybe you're putting the butterflies inside him.

“You're fucking perfect,” your voice so fucking soft.

He smooths out the strands of your hair, not believing that you could ever truly think that of him. Not if you knew what he had done and all the lies he told you.

“How did my makeup hold up?” He asks, noticing the black smudges all over by your pretty face when you look up at him and wanting to change the subject, “I got it all over you,” he tries to wipe it clean.

“I think it looks better this way,” your soft hands brush his hair up, so gently. You're always so gentle with him. It makes his knees weak, “Hmm. You just need a jacket and a bit more black and you'll look just like how I imagine the Red Hood looks under that shiny helmet.”

“Oh really?” He knows you don't know, he's gone to very extreme lengths to ensure it. And asking you to dinner? What was he thinking, that's only going to make things more complicated. But he's not going to deny how it makes the pride swell in his chest, “Is that a look you like Princess?”

“Don't be jealous Jay. He's just mysterious and dark,” you shrug.

“I'm not jealous, beautiful, only a little intrigued.”

“Dressing up as him wouldn't hurt,” his smart girl, too smart. How is he going to keep this up? The closer, the deeper he falls the more likely you are to be in danger. He needs to tread very carefully. The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt.

Part 4

Taglist: (let me know if you want in bestie)

@princessbl0ss0m @letmebebatmanpls

#jason todd fanfic #reader x jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood fanfic #reader x red hood #red hood #x reader

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hiimtheproblem87times · 5 days

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AvM/A Ships & Headcanons

those who are more confused with the Comics i'm Making in the Future, Here...

• Yellow × Blue

Yellow is 19 years old

blue is 18 years old

they both switch, nobody tops

yellow is an Engineer, smartass with technology

blue loves cooking but potions is his fav thing to do

ACTS like parental figures to red,green & tsc

but green is their practice child

green loves being third wheel ✌️ (he gets free food)

"COME ON GREEN, GO TELL PURPLE >:D" -blue

"Love must wait, green." -yellow

• Green × Purple

• green is 16 years old

• purple is also 16 years old

• Green's fav genre music is uhhhm... (Cunt music) but he listens to all genres

• purple loves to trade, flying tricks, royal-ish

• green loves to visit purple (everynight), but since purple is far away, he uses his fish net to swing building to building, (while putting on his headphones) honestly he never gets caught (i could make a comic about this 🤔)

• they're not together yet, but green loves to rizz up purple (purple does NOT enjoy that)

• purple loves to talk with their mother everytime they visit

• purple likes to visit the CG

• Everytime purple visits, green would just jump to purple to embrace a huge hug (purple is used to this)

• Ehh he's gonna confess at next valentines day (2025)

• Red

• red is 15 years old

• Probably the youngest of the Gang

• he goes to monster school if he feels like it

• Owns a animal farm

• F! & C! Victim

theres actually 2 seperated bodies of Victim

i drew their designs so that you will know which one is C! & F!

More headcanons:

• F! Victim :

Ageless

any pronouns

Worried if one of his cult members is missing

They love talking to Orchid (no ship >:0)

agent is the one who spotted them

Huge crush on agent (f!vicagent fans where you at)

Rocket corp calls them "The rocket ghost" bc they keep haunting the place

is one of C!Vic's clones

(i got nothing for C!Vctim)

• Victim × Agent

Victim is 32 years old

Agent is 34 years old

Old men yaoi ahh couple

SECRETLY dating

agent got nightmares from F!Victim

C!Vic didn't know F!Vic exist

agent is the head mercenary

1 time they made out (should i do it again)

• Hollow Siblings

(Big reminder that TDL Ain't their Sibling)

Chosen is 29 years old

Second is 17 years old

Victim is also their sibling

Dark is NOT (He's just created to kill Chosen)

Cho & Sec dosen't know C!Vic is their sibling

C!Vic also dosen't know too

• ChoDark

Again, Chosen is 29.

Dark Lord is 28 Years old

Dark created the Virabot so no-stick can hurt him and chosen

Wanna know how horny is Dark

Divorce & Re-married Bitches 😍

Pretty sure this i all i have... for now, thanks for reading :)

#this was an ass to write #got no motivation on secred & tsc #alan becker #avm #ava #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #patpat posts

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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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hi 👋

may I request a reader that is a pack rat but with useful things? like they’re always ready with something in their bag to help tf141 with their needs. wether its a snack, an extra shirt, or whatever. they’re just dora with their backpack lol

and the men are always in awe bc ‘how are they always ready for any situation’?? it can be platonic or romantic but would surely love some fluff with it. please and thank you! 🥰

hello love!!! you can indeed request that!!! this is such a cute idea!!!

you suggested dora with the backpack, which is very valid, but my brain also jumps to daphne blake from scooby doo bc that girl carries a tiny ass purse and has everything under the sun and can make shit on the fly like nothing (there was one episode where she made a hydroelectric battery to power the mystery machine like it was nothing lol)

so taking both of those vibes and jumping headfirst in!!! here's a tidbit from how I think a fic with that might go!! (also I kept reader gender neutral in this one, bc you didn't specify any pronouns!)

It's finally happened, Soap is sure of it. The 141 has finally run into a situation that BP isn't gonna have the supplies for.

BP is the callsign of the team medic, which is why you could be forgiven for thinking their name is short for 'blood pressure.'

It's not.

It's short for 'backpack.'

Soap had chuckled when he first heard it, but those little chuckles quickly died when he realised his superiors were serious. All they'd say was that you were uniquely skilled at anticipating the needs of your teammates on any given mission, as well as a well-qualified and well-trained field medic and surgeon.

That first mission, everything had gone FUBAR, including the exfil being shot down, leaving the team stranded in enemy territory with their only possible transport being new black-market Humvees with remote locking systems that were thus far unbreakable. Price and Ghost had been conversing over a plan of attack when you'd simply opened up your ever present backpack and pulled out a small handheld remote. Flipping a switch, you pointed it at the nearest Humvee, and an audible click! indicated it was now unlocked.

They'd all stared for a solid minute before you coughed and said "Uh, about that exfil?" and the team jerked into action and dove for the doors of their new escape vehicle. When asked what the fuck kind of wizard tech you had, you simply shrugged and said it was a universal remote.

Soap had figured it for a one-off. He'd never been more wrong.

Ghost's balaclava gets irreparably damaged and covered in gross bodily fluids? You've got a brand new one in the exact size he needs, made from water resistant fabric.

Price's cigars get lost in (yet another) heli crash? You've got a brand new box of Maduro cigars in that backpack, the only explanation being that you'd "found them while out shopping."

Gaz loses his ball cap, and you whip out a spare without even a second glance, shoving it onto his head without a care in the world, even as he's sputtering because "how the hell do you have the same damn cap? I bought that old one years ago!"

Alejandro's iPod gets destroyed after the team has to flee through a river and all their gear gets waterlogged, and out of a Ziploc, you pull a brand new one with the headphones he likes, and he's shocked to see it's downloaded with all his favorite songs, and the default setting is currently on Spanish.

Rudy's a diabetic, and his insulin pump gets damaged in a knife fight, and not only do you have insulin for him, you have a brand new pump as well, and specific snacks that will help him hold out till he can replace the pump. It's originally brushed off that you have this because of being the team's doctor, until Rudy points out that you don't actually have access to his medical records, with him being Mexican Special Forces and you being SAS.

And Soap? Soap ran out of room in his journal one day, in the middle of trying to sketch and he hadn't realized how close he was to the end, so he hadn't brought a spare. Before he even has the chance to feel disappointed, you're slipping a brand new journal with the exact right type of paper he prefers into his hands.

It's not just personal stuff either. Any tool, gadget, gizmo, whirlygig, or thingamabob they could think of, you just... had it. Wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers, lockpicks, extra mags, oil, cleaning rags, padlocks, bolt cutters, bandaids, needles, suture thread, ice packs, heat packs, gauze, hair ties, bobby pins, the list goes on and on and on.

Never, not once had there been a situation where the team had needed something that you couldn't pull from the dark, yawning pit that you called a backpack.

Except, Soap is confident that this time, you don't have what they need. You couldn't possibly have predicted this outcome.

The mission had been a comedy of errors, the team racing across the globe, bouncing between countries, hopping from continent to continent tracking the HVT Laswell had sent the lot of you after. Through a completely random turn of events, you'd ended up in the United States of all places, in the wooded areas of Washington state. It wasn't a state park, per se, but close enough. Supposedly, there was a cache here that the HVT frequented, and might have valuable intel.

Unfortunately, your way had been blocked by some State Park Rangers, who demanded that you either provide proof of registration that allowed you to be there, or the team had to leave.

Of course, being members of the SAS and Fuerzas Especiales, who operated out of Europe and Mexico respectively, the likelihood of any of them having the right paperwork was infinitesimal.

"Hold on!"

Soap whirled around at the sound of your voice. There you were, rummaging through your backpack.

"No fuckin' way," Gaz whispered, the rest of the team going deathly still.

There was absolutely, positively, no possible way on God's green Earth that you were gonna–

"Found it!"

You let out a whoop of excitement, pulling a small rectangular piece of plastic from your bag, a hole through the top indicating that it might go in a car, hanging from the rearview mirror.

"Here's our permit for the Washington State Parks and Forestry. Just renewed it, too."

The Rangers took it sceptically, but their faces cleared as they looked it over.

"Everything seems to be in order then, ma'am. Sorry for the delay and confusion."

"No problem!" You chirped, ignorant of the dumbfounded stares at your back. "Have a good day, gentlemen!"

Soap felt dizzy. He felt weak. He might actually collapse here on the spot from pure confusion alone. He could faintly hear Gaz muttering behind him, and in his peripheral vision, Alejandro was shaking with silent laughter, and Rudy looked like he'd just been handed the answers to the universe's greatest mysteries.

This had to be a dream. Soap refused to accept reality otherwise.

The Rangers left, and there was a heavy, oppressive silence that settled over the team. BP turned to look at everyone with a smile on their face, only for it to fall when they saw the stunned, blank looks their teammates wore.

"What's wrong?"

Bless 'em, they sounded so confused, but Soap really had no way to express just what he or any of the others were feeling in this moment.

As BP's face fell further, Price surged forward and scooped their medic and resident pack rat into a hug. They let out a small eep! at the sudden constricting pressure around their ribs. It was difficult to hug with tac vests on, but Price was determined.

"C-Captain? Are you alright?"

"Never change, soldier," Price said gruffly, and Soap could hear the disbelieving grin in his CO's voice. "Never fuckin' change."

#asks #asked and answered #anon #anon ask #I hope you liked this anon!!#a fun lil drabble #tf 141 #141 #captain john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #also maybe a bit of crack

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b0r3dtod3ath · 2 years

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Hi, can i request headcannons for Wilbur x reader travelling somewhere? maybe a road trip or something. Thanks!

tyy for the request!! i have actually started writing it way back in july but i haven't opened the draft since!

-he got so excited when you told him you wanted to go on a trip,

-will hold your hand if you don't like flying, if your ears get blocked while flying he will have some chewing gum and a few hard candies for you to chew on (he has read somewhere it helps),

-he would let you sleep on him on trains/aeroplanes; you would rest your head on him and hes would go on yours,

-also even tho you have your own he will insist on sharing headphones,

-100% will plan everything by himself also will find hidden gems in every city you visit; sure you will see the iconic touristy places but he will have a list of interesting places and funky cafes or restaurants,

-you are walking thru the old town of the city you are visiting when wilbur suddenly stops “oh wait” he says looking at the random alley “i think i have been here on geoguessr!”,

-while speaking to random people he would refer to you as his wife (at the reception desk, to a waiter or just a random old lady on the bus),

-he’s a geography freak so „fun facts” every 2 minutes: -„oh btw did you know that more chocolate is bought at the brussels airport than anywh..” -“will, were lost, we have to find the gate or we will be late for our flight”,

(extra roadtrip hc):

-you both have decided that every few hours you switch whos driving, but when you are drivin he constantly says “you want me to drive?” you chuckle hearing this for the third time “im good, do you wanna drive?” “i can if you want me to” “naah i will tell you if i want to switch”.

-he will definitely make a collaborative playlist on spotify for your roadtrip.

my masterlist :)

#fan fic writing #wilbur soot imagine #writers on tumblr #x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur imagine #wilbur soot x reader #headcanon #mcyt headcanons #lovejoy imagine #wilbur headcanons

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atiny-for-life · 3 months

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Xikers Full Storyline Explained - Part 1

Masterlist

NOTE: Apologies for the new post - I accidentally deleted the old one when I was cleaning up my old posts in the mass editor so I had to rewrite it from scratch.

도깨비집 (TRICKY HOUSE)

Side-Note:

The meaning behind the name "Xikers", to reference Minjae from Showterview, stems from a combination of 'X' and 'hikers' in which the 'x' represents an unknown variable in math but also the Roman numeral X, meaning 10 (they're 10 members) while 'hikers' means travelers - combine the two and we get the general meaning of "10 boys who travel through infinite time and coordinates"

The Korean title "도깨비집" translates to "Goblin House" which already provides us with the concept of the entire MV - Xikers are goblins

More specifically, they're Dokkaebi which stem from Korean folklore and possess a multitude of supernatural abilities which vary between regions and tales

For the purpose of this MV, we'll be focusing on the following abilities and characteristics: they're mischievous and enjoy playing pranks on mortals, they possess inanimate objects (i.e. common household items), blue flames herald the appearance of a dokkaebi - keep all this in mind as we begin our analysis of the MV

We open on a business man resting his eyes in a near fully empty subway car and can already see a familiar figure in the background: Jinsik

He's listening to music as he spots this video's victim and proceeds to get up and place his headphones over the stranger's ears

Immediately, the man's eyes fly open and the madness begins as Yechan's voice kicks in with the first line of the song

In a trance, the man gets up and watches Jinsik as he backs away and begins to perform on his way to the end of the subway car

He turns on his heel, opens the door to the adjoining car and disappears into the darkness beyond, only to instantly be replaced with Junmin who comes leaping out - an exchange that happens too instantaneously to be humanly possible

Side-note: It's really sick practical effect - and it's only the first of many (I fucking love this MV)

Junmin picks up the performance where Jinsik left off and also proceeds to summon three further members with a fluid movement that sends out blue glowing streaks of light - the blue fire heralding the appearance of further dokkaebis

The remaining members appear shortly after , seemingly by the same door Jinsik disappeared through - however, this is when the space around this poor man begins to bend the fabric of reality

We see him facing the second half of the group as he suddenly begins to rush backward, pass through a doorway and stop right by the first group (another perfectly executed practical effect)

We're now forced to accept that we've left behind such concepts as the laws of physics

The lyrics here really drive home that, to these dokkaebis, this is all just great fun ("This is a game, yeah, welcome to my playground") - they just wanna mess with this guy, make him sing and dance for their own entertainment

Following Yechan's rap, the business man's cheeks fill up before he pukes out multiple blue streaks of light which very much drives home that this guy is fully possessed at this point

During the immediate aftermath, the environment begins to warp further, expanding the subway car to create a wide enough space to serve as a stage for ten people

The overhead ceiling also changes completely to a clockwork-like interior made up of interlinking gears and chains

As the chorus continues, we also switch to blue lighting and then fully shift into a CGI space in which the blue glowing wisps freely fly around the members

We switch to the second verse which also returns the subway car dimensions to normal

It is then that we see the businessman is no longer wearing his headphones, as he's presumably too deep into his possession to be pulled out by noise alone, and takes a microphone out of his briefcase, indicating a potential pre-existing interest in singing

However, we don't get to witness him perform just yet, instead, we see him get out at the next stop and sway on his feet as he tries to stand still in his ongoing trance

He's just about to collapse when he falls back into a shopping cart and suddenly, we're no longer by the subway tracks but in another corridor just as empty as the former space had been

But the man isn't really alone

All ten members appear around him, pushing him along in the cart - a shot that is then briefly replaced by him rolling along only surrounded by a few streaks of blue light

It's made clear that he's the only one capable of seeing these spirits - to the rest of the world, he'd appear to be doing all this to himself

While the lyrics reiterate the hallucination-like state of the situation, our mischievous beings, of course, take the business guy to an arcade where they proceed to waste all his money on winning plushies and goofing around

We get some really pretty lighting in this scene and some neat fisheye lens shots of Minjae guiding us through the location

Moving into the second half of the video, the tension keeps building as the possession escalades further and further

We see the man (covered in his spoils from the arcade, aka a shitton of plushies) fully lose himself in hallucinations of giant plushs who approach him in an empty parking garage and proceed to join him in a little dance performance

His dance group alternate with half the Xikers members before we cut to a shot of a giant hand pulling the strings of our business man who's now no more than a puppet to forces beyond his comprehension

The dokkaebis then decide to continue on with their stroll through the city and take the man along in his familiar shopping cart

Along the way, they perform in a bike storage tunnel before they reach their next destination: the fairgrounds

Here, they leave the poor guy to ride endless circles on the carousel while they themselves enjoy their ongoing performance of the chorus

It's then that the illegal activity comes to a head as the man takes a metal pipe to an ATM which causes the bills within to erupt and rain down on the still performing dokkaebis

The melody then switches up, slowing down a bit, becoming more entrancing

We find our business man in a black void, looking absolutely out of it, as he gets circled by the familiar blue wisps

It is then that we cut to a red Porsche conveniently located in the center of a vacant parking lot

We can only presume it was purchased with the money from the banged up ATM

The man gets in, starts the engine, grabs the steering wheel and steps on the gas pedal as the song goes from a slight fade out to a steady beat accompanied by the members chanting together

In the darkness of night, he's driving donuts around Xikers who're performing their dance break as the wind picks up around them

Ghost-like white pieces of fabric are being carried along by the borderline storm which is beginning to form with Xikers in its eye

It is here that we move into the iconic "Shanty-shanty-ay-a-ya"

Side-note: "shanty" is the name for both a small shack-like house (potentially referencing the Tricky House) and sailor's work songs from the past which were created to accompany rhythmic laborious tasks as they would help sync up their movements (potentially referencing the repeated chanting of the line)

During this section, we repeatedly cut back to the previous stops of the night's excursion until we wrap it up with Xikers in the parking garage

Once the song is over, we return to the business man on the empty parking lot

He's laying there alone, his briefcase nearby and no signs of a red car or plushies anywhere

However, he's surrounded by exactly ten brooms, representing the ten dokkaebis who just so happen to have the ability to possess households objects - mysterious

#xikers #xikers lore #Minjae #Junmin #Sumin #Jinsik #Hyunwoo #Hunter #Junghoon #Seeun #Yujun #lee yechan #tricky house mv #doorbell ringing

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ryuuzn · 1 year

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Highschool/College Scenarios with 5wirl + Scara⛄️

Some fluff scenarios with 5wirl + scara, some are a bit short and scaras is a but long so sorry.

TW! slight nsfw with scaras

>Highschool/college partner!heizou - he would always pick you up once class is over, he would bring you to the cafe that is connected to the library and let you order stuff. While studying for your finals, most of the time he would tease you and you would get distracted by his flirty pick up lines. He would kiss your cheek from time to time while you both study. He rarely studies even while being with you but always ends up with better scores than you. You can’t think of how he is able to score more than you even though he barely studies….(he’s just cheating LMAO /j he’s just really smart he doesnt need to study)

Highschool/college partner!xiao - similar to heizou, he doesnt study because he knows he’s too smart for it. He would be your personal tutor to help you on your tests and exams. Everytime you aren’t getting tutored by him for the test this week, you would get a low score. During your tutoring time with him, if you manage to get a question correct he would kiss your cheek and if you pass on your test/exam then he promised to take you out or buy you something to eat. You’ve never felt so appreciated then ever

Highschool partner!aether - you and him both fail tests/exams because you both are dumb as hell. Even if you two study together, you and him would end up with low or average grades. One time aether would able to get a high grade which made the teacher suspicious of him and later on found out that he was cheating on the test. You on the other hand study the hardest than anyone else but still get bad grades (hehe relateable). Will both you and aether ever graduate highschool?

Highschool/college partner!kazuha - Kazuha is smart in general and he’s very helpful. He would help many students on their studies and they always pass with flying colours. Yet he rarely wants to help anyone else because he wants to spend time helping his baby. You two would either be at the school library or at a cafe that is connected to a library to study for finals. If you get caught off guard by one second he would kiss your cheek so that you can get back to focus. Though he doesn’t know that him kissing your cheek just makes you more riled up, meaning that you arent able to concentrate at all.

College partner!venti - Similar to aether, he’s dumb as a duck. He would always asm you for the answers on the test because he “doesnt” have time to study. You always say no because majority of the time he is spending is going out to play games or drink with his friends yet he continues to ask you for help. He then says he’ll get you anything if you agree to help him and your eyes sparkled. Say goodbye to his wallet.

College partner!scara - you and scara are studying together at a nearby library cafe. You both have headphones on listening to calm music as you both study for finals. As he was studying, he noticed that you kept looking towards him. He then looked at your paper and noticed that you’ve been copying his answers the whole time. He grabs your headphones and says “Hey! why are you copying my answers.” you snark, “what? im just copying your answers because im too lazy to do this. its soooo boooorrrring” you say then he switched seats and sat next to you. You were a little confused but didn’t mind becauss it felt warmer after he got closer. You turn to look at him and he suddenly kisses you deeply, you pushed away and locked eye contact. “Do your work or i’ll punish you” he says. “and what if i want punishment hm?” you said as you smirked. His face grew more red and faced away from you fuck why is this bitch tempting me he thinks. You poke him on the cheek and he turns around “oh yea? if you want punishment so badly, might aswell do it here” he says as ge went below the table. Your eyes widened and kicked him “Not here dummy! lets just get in the car” you said. You’re in for a long night tonight.

#heizou shikanoin x reader #heizou x reader #xiao x reader #aether x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #venti x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin fluff #slight smut

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maxipad032 · 1 year

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Can you do a Shuri x reader, where they go on a date in Dubai?

I love the pic of Letitia in Dubai

lmaoo, the picture makes me laugh omg but SUREE😍

date in dubai

synopsis: short fic where shuri takes reader on a date to dubai to celebrate their hard work, and blooming relationship.

warnings: nothing really, fluff, suggestive language x

ty for your request dear😌

(ignore any typos x)

“are you sure you’re okay?” shuri asked worriedly, as she watched you grip onto the helicopter arm rests so tightly, you’re once melanated knuckles were getting increasingly pale. you flashed a crooked smile and nodded rapidly as your eyes were closed shut, “yes! yes shuri i’m fine just- sh.” you were breathing heavily and trying to count sheep in your heads in order to slow down your racing heart rate. shuri then laughed at you which caused you to give her a hefty side eye, which just made her laugh even harder.

“please, this isn’t funny.” you begged, your stomach doing front and back flips as the helicopter began to steadily rise into the air. obviously, you disliked heights and anything that requested you to be more than 3ft in the air. you had been on quite a few planes, as your work required travel, but every time, it got somehow worse and you couldn’t like it, no matter how hard you tried.

“it’s okay, we’re basically in the air now.” shuri yelled reassuringly with an unbothered attitude as she looked down through the helicopter window, watching the wakandan palace grow smaller and smaller. you were still reluctant to look at anything but forwards, or nothing at all. shuri saw that you were still instilled with fear and began to gently rub circles on your hands to comfort you. it lowkey worked and you felt your body relax at her subtle touch and you finally grew up the courage to open your eyes and actually take in the interior of the highly technological helicopter. you turned to shuri and saw her flash you a toothy smile as she controlled the intercom, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how goofy she looked with those green headphones. the propellers circling behind the helicopter, were deafening but you both were the headphones to protect your ears during the journey.

you were both on your way to dubai after shuri had planned a special trip for you both as a break from all the work you both had been doing. you had been anticipating it for the weeks leading up to it but god she never told you that you’d both fly in a helicopter! i mean, you were pretty familiar with her shenanigans but this was absolutely too much. you were pretty much tense the whole time and shuri just cracked jokes and showed you funny videos to take your mind off the fact you were thousands of feet in the air. normally, it would’ve been quite long to get to dubai, but for wakanda? it didn’t have to be. the airborne vehicle had the ability to travel at super speeds without using much energy and of course it was one of shuri’s fancy tech advancements that you had yet to wrap your head around.

“hold on steady baby.” shuri warned and you shut your eyes again, holding onto the handles above you in order to brace yourself. once you were ready, shuri took one last swipe at the GPS to confirm the destination and then, pulled the large switch handle down. in an instant, the helicopter jetted forward and flips in your stomach arrived again. your eyes squeezed and you bit your lip, holding the urge to scream at the top of your lungs. shuri also held on for dear life to avoid her flying out, but eventually managed to switch the handle up, so you were flying at a normal speed again. it’s this time, you were out of waistbands borders and well on your way to the arab city of dubai; a 6-hour journey would now take only 2/3 thanks to shuri’s large brain.

~~~

it was about 2pm when you arrived, and your legs felt like pure jelly as you stepped out of the special helicopter. shuri held your hand to avoid you falling and getting injured already. you landed at the atlantis, the royal hotel that was already waiting for your arrival as shuri had notified them of your staying, since she was the queen of wakanda and all. your luggage was taken out by the guards that worked there, and you were soon guided to your private room that you’d be staying in throughout your time there.

the sheer vastness of the hotel made your mouth hang open as you walked past it, staring at every shimmer in the glass and the perfect array of windows. the shape itself was a bit odd, but the design was unique and you liked it. shuri, as well as the guards carrying your stuff, followed behind you as she also stared in awe, as if held in a trance at the beauty of the place they were going to reside in. soon, the hotel assistant gave you both separate keys to the same room and gestured you to open. eagerly, you jumped towards the door and unlocked it with the key, gently opening it. it was dark at driest, but once notified of your arrival, it lit up and displayed the absolutely exquisite contents. as you walked inside, if felt like you were walking on diamonds; the place just screamed money. as the guards left your stuff in the room, you ran towards the windows and gawker at the picturesque view. the beach was so clean, the water bluer than sapphire and the markets built in neat rows. the work put into the architecture of the place was so amazing, you just had devote your time to admire it.

shuri walked up slowly behind you and snaked her slender arms around your waist, resting her chin on top of your shoulder, “shuri, it’s so beautiful,” you whispered, “it’s actually unreal.” shuri chuckled and kissed the side of your neck before letting you go, “it really is.” she walked towards the double king sized bed and tested the hardness before completely throwing herself into it and nearly moaning due to how good it felt to just relax on it.

finally snapped out of your hypnosis, you turned to her and shook your head in an reprimanding manner at her childish behaviour, “that probably cost like 5 million you know.” you grabbed your suitcase and started to unpack as she just snuggled further into the cloudy-like bedsheets with not a single care in the world. you smiled wholeheartedly and ended up joining her in which you both were rolling around all over the bed, relishing in his insanely comfortable it was.

you two chilled there for the rest of the day before actually going out the next day.

~~~

you were both roaming around the dubai market place in search of a place to eat. if had been quite a funny day so far, from you attempting to communicate in arabic with a lady trying to swell you fake roses, to a random guy tying a shemagh red head scarf around shuri. she stuck out like a sore thumb with her bright green hoodie and orange basketball shorts. it was such an odd clothing choice especially since it was boiling outside but you simply didn’t question it and crossed your arms as you walked up and down the same streets. shuri could sense that you weee getting hungry and you eventually settled for a little restaurant, shaped like a hut for that authentic and traditional feel. excitedly, you asked a woman at the counter for a table (thank god she spoke english) and she provided a vacant one, in which you both sat down, opposite each other with a menu settled on it. you impatiently took it and began to scan. you’d never seen most of the dishes here in your life, but you loved to try new things and so picked the first thing that caught your attention, chelow kebab. shuri had the same thing but with some green soup on the side.

you dug in, absolutely ravenous and diminished your food into basically nothing. shuri was a slower eater but she eventually was also finished and in which she gladly paid for the meal since you hadn’t converted your wakandan dollar to dirhams yet. for the memories, you got up and sat down next to shuri, taking out the digital camera you took everywhere, especially on holidays like this one. you posed with shuri and took as much as possible, as well as the interior of the restaurants hut that had sick drawings and paintings from various designers. thanking the woman for the lovely food, you both walked out back into the blazing sun, “fucking hell, i don’t know how you’re surviving in that.”

shuri stared at you blankly as you aggressively fanned yourself, the white tank top you wore becoming too hot for your liking. “i like it.” shuri took your hand, and walked in random directions, like she had any idea of where she was going.

“we have one more thing to do today!” she said excitedly. her moods were contagious and as soon as she said that, your skin began to prick from the anticipation and you immediately urged her to take your there.

~~~

you both had boarded a bus to the desert, where shuri had a special lesson planned for you both. you left the bus and took off your sandles as you’d much rather feel the sand sink and massage your feet. shuri did the same and walked towards the shelter where the camels were docked, “ey! RJ!” she called out before a tallish man looked in your direction before waving madly and smiling. you wonder how they knew each other but you didn’t question as you walked, holding your silky floral skirt as it blew in the wind. once you were there, you saw shuri and the man catching up with a handshake and talking amongst themselves.

“ha, this is my soon to be wife, y/n.” she said as she introduced you and the man laughed, taking your hand in his and shaking it, “it’s nice to meet you, i’m RJ, a childhood friend of shuri.” he confirmed, in a way to say that he isn’t a threat. you couldn’t help but flush as shuri’s choice of words but you nodded and turned back to shuri.

“so, as you can see,” rj started he pointed towards the camel stable, “this will be your means of transport for this 1 hour session.”

you didn’t even notice them back there and you gasped because it was your first time seeing a camel in real life. was that sad? maybe but who cares you finally got yo see one let alone ride one. a petite asian woman came out of the stable with a quite large camel with uneven brown circles, holding it by the reins and calmly walking towards us.

“ah! shuri is that you! we’ve been waiting for another visit.” she perked up, stroking the short hairs of the camel.

“well amina, i’m back again aren’t i.” she said in a sarcastic tone, laughing as the girl gave her the reins to the animal.

she’s been here before?

“and you must be y/n, she talks about you all the time, im glad you finally came!” amina said, holding her hand out so you could shake it as rj brought the second, much smaller camel to you.

“thank you, nice to meet you amina!” you said, shaking her hand but the camel immediately grasped your attention as it looked at you, long eyelashes battering as it chewed on some kind of fruit.

“she’s called aya,” rj said, pointing to your camel, “and she’s nadira.” he said, pointing to shuri’s camel that was lying down in the hot sand as shuri patted her fine and creamy coloured fur.

“they have such beautiful names.” you said, stroking aya softly as you felt along the reins.

“yep, we make sure to give them as much as an identity as possible.” amina said, downing a bottle of water. you nodded in agreement and grew impatient, “so can we ride it yet?” you asked. RJ nodded, “yup, we just have to guide you.” as if she’d done this before, shuri has already managed to use the hoist and climb up on the red cloth over nadira’s back. rj went to help her and held onto her rein to slowly guide her forward until she was ready to walk. wanting to do the same, you attempted to put your foot in the hoist but you missed and fell back down. amina saw your struggles and decided to help, supporting your back so you could be lifted up fully, “thank you.” you said and she nodded as she took aya’s long leather rein and began to follow behind shuri and rj. it was kind of weird, the feeling of riding a camel as it was way different than a horse and you could practically feel every step as it walked slowly across the sand

the sun was starting to set at this point and beautiful gradient of yellow and pale blue settled over the sky as the two of you rode further. it was so relaxing, you don’t know why you hadn’t done this sooner. the camels were very nice and weren’t vexed at the two of you riding them since they were probably used to it. after that, you left your camel and went to shuri, climbing behind her onto nadira as the both of you rode her. you hugged shuri from the back and felt as she hummed, wanting to do nothing more than just kiss you right at that moment. however, she suppressed the urge and you guys finished the session, thoroughly enjoying every step it took, literally and thanking rj and amina for their assistance. soon after, you two were picked up and driven back to the hotel.

~~~

you stepped out of the shower and felt the coldness hit your skin. hurriedly, you wrapped yourself up with a soft towel provided in neat rows, and walked out into your shared bedroom where shuri was doing random push ups in the middle of the floor,

“4….3…..2……..1.” she got up and rubbed her sore arms before immediately jumping back as she saw you. you chuckled at her face and began to moisturize yourself,

“lord, you scared me.” she said, sitting on the bed and watching you get ready.

“wow, i didn’t know you got scared, ” you said, tweezing your eyebrows as you stood close into the illuminated mirror situated in the corner of the room, “also, have you come here before?” you asked shuri, dowsing your face in skin serum.

“ah, yeah for business, i’ve signed some papers but also with some old friends, rj was part of them but when i came last time, he told me about the camel riding business and doing it with his girlfriend amina so that was pretty cool to see it up and running, hence why i decided to go support them.

“ahhh…” you nodded your head as it all made sense now. soon, you were finished dressing and you laid down, looking up at the golden chandelier.

“you smell so good.” shuri complimented, sniffing your neck and eventually giving it a peck. you shifted and bit your lip. she noticed that and gently stroked the inside of your thigh with her rough palm and in which you stared up at her. you were about to aggressively kiss her but instead, you composed yourself and simply turned over, pulling the silky duvet up against you.

shuri fake pouted and stroked the sides of your exposed waist from your top rising up, “mm, why did you avoid that.”

“because it would lead to something else that i don’t have energy to partake in right now, maybe tomorrow?”you said as nicely and inexplicitly as you could.

shuri shook her head jokingly at your choice of words but ultimately left you alone, “whatever you want princess.” she said as she spooned you, the both of you soon falling fast asleep in each others embrace.

your stay dubai wasn’t yet over though, and shuri had planned many other things in plan for your date.

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duskandstarlight · 1 year

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The Girl (Part Two)

Notes: Sorry for any typos or inconsistencies, I wrote this in sporadic bursts on the train and I can't be held accountable for a tired brain. I hope you enjoy!

The next time Nesta meets Cassian, it’s in a coffee shop a week later.

She’s in the midst of a rare writing urge, the itch in the tips of her fingertips even if her hands are unable to actually fly over the keyboard.

It had been the glimmer of that urge which had gotten Nesta out of bed this morning well before noon. And Nesta had seized the feeling with a useless sort of hope. Because whilst the inspiration Nesta experiences now is never what it used to be, it’s something. So, Nesta had clung on to it, digging her claws in as she’d rolled out of bed with a wince.

In the fear that time would erase her need to write, Nesta hadn’t showered or eaten. She had just pulled on the first clothes she could find, bleary eyed, stale and wincing at the still-healing scratches on her back. Then, she’d looped her laptop strap over her shoulder and left her apartment without so much as brushing her hair.

Nesta had arrived at the coffee shop just as Marta had been opening up. And that’s where she’s been ever since, at her usual table against the wall, her noise cancellation headphones jammed over her head. With the world blocked out, still halfway between dreams and waking, Nesta has forced her head down and done her best to write.

And it’s sort of worked. Her head, Nesta consoles herself, is at least down. But then a threaded magnetism in the mid-afternoon nags at Nesta enough that she finally tears her eyes away from the screen and looks up.

The first thing she notices is him. Not how busy the coffee shop has become, the toddlers running riot at the mother’s table by the wall or the teens flicking cream at one another with their straws. All she sees is Cassian, at the counter, looking so ordinary and so unordinary at the same time. As always, he’s dressed head-to-toe in black: a rain-spattered Northface jacket protecting him from the rain, clean trainers, slim-fit tracksuit bottoms that make it evident that he never misses leg day. Work attire, Nesta assumes. She knows that he owns a gym, a small start up in the same rough-around-the-edges part of town that Nesta’s currently in.

The apologetic expression on Cassian’s face has Nesta automatically lowering her headphones. The world rushes back in as is someone’s flipped a switch, loud and assaulting and it takes her a moment to adjust to life going on around her, the chatter of conversation around the rammed coffee shop before she can actually focus again on Cassian. At the way he speaks to Marta behind the counter, his hands gesticulating as he pats his pockets for a wallet that clearly isn’t there.

It’s the blush on his tan cheeks that does it, but Nesta pretends its the cellphone with the dark screen. She doesn’t think, she just acts. Stands, strides over to the counter and scans her loyalty card from the app.

The scanner chirps happily as it accepts payment and Marta dips her chin at Nesta before she bustles off to make whatever Cassian has ordered.

But Cassian… he just stares at Nesta as if the superior opposition in the sparring ring has just thrown down their boxing gloves in defeat. He blinks. Once. Twice. And then, as if realising his mistake, he’s recovering, that complacent mask sliding over his face so he can fall into their usual role of push and pull.

Hazel locks onto blue, and Nesta does her best to stand tall, to command the space even as she remembers that she hasn’t brushed her hair today.

She’s just planning a brutal retreat when Cassian opens his mouth and lays her plan to ruins. “And the ice princess does indeed have a beating heart.”

Nesta tilts her chin higher at his drawl. Sniffs. She knows his delivery was designed to be taunting, but her insides are bristling. “Don’t read too much into it, I had a full stamp card.”

Ignoring her cold reply, Cassian appraises her as Marta froths the milk, the steam billowing plumes to the ceiling. And Nesta wishes that he’d stop looking at her like that. She knows that people think her cruel, but she’d thought that he had read her at least. That he knew there was more to her than barbed words and a frosty delivery.

It’s that thought that has her finally following through on her escape plan. Nesta turns so abruptly on her heel that the floor squeaks. But she doesn’t care, because she’s in control as she walks away from him and back to her seat. Because as far as Nesta is concerned this conversation is over and she can go back to her quiet, lonely life.

She doesn’t allow herself to violently jam her headphones back onto her head like she wants to. Instead, Nesta feigns complete calm and control. Starts up the brown white noise she had been listening to in the hope that it would help her to think clearly and corrects a typo so obvious she’s surprised she didn’t spot it before.

Despite her word count, today has been painstaking. Every word feels jarred and off-kilter. As if she’s slipped beneath a veil and can’t get back to the other side. Instead, she’s stuck staring through the gauze at what should be whilst being unable to access it. Essentially, she’s writing a different, far worse version of the story she’s supposed to be telling and she can’t do anything about it.

This is what has been happening lately. On the rare day Nesta can bare to open her laptop, her writing is simply wrong. The words desperately grasping at something out of reach.

But this is the first time in months that Nesta has been able to even think about writing and she can’t afford to stop just because things feel off - and especially not because Cassian is here, existing in this coffee shop with her, cruelly surprised by her act of kindness. After all, Nesta has got bills to pay, a dingy apartment to rent. Being a writer has never been glamorous, but it’s never been less glamorous when your ability to do the thing that brings you income is virtually impossible.

Nesta hammers away at the keyboard, aggressively deletes a sentence. Tries again. Fails to find the right synonym. She’s so busy stifling a scream, turning it inward until it roars dully inside of her, that it takes her a few seconds for that awareness to pull at her again.

For her to realise that he’s right in front of her.

Cassian has the audacity to look sheepish when Nesta appraises him with the most vicious glare she can summon. It should be the equivalent of a bullet to the heart but the corner of Cassian’s mouth just ticks up with a tentative hopefulness that Nesta will never understand.

He gestures to the seat on the opposite side of her table. Mouths, “Can I?”

Or, Nesta supposes that he asks, but she hasn’t deigned to lift her headphones. Quickly, she darts her attention to the busy coffee shop - the full tables and the long queue out the door that indicates that there is absolutely nowhere else he can sit.

Nesta doesn’t continue look at him - can’t. Instead, she fixes her gaze resolutely back to the traitorous bit of writing on the screen before her, the blinking accusatory cursor that’s waiting for her to type something, and gives an order that’s short, perfunctory, and absolutely not to be disobeyed. “Be quiet.”

Cassian sits. He does not say anything. Does not try and interrupt her death stare which is very much focussed on the damned blinking cursor.

Nesta makes herself write, every button on the keyboard she taps an attempt to erase his presence. But after a few minutes, she caves. Pushes her charging cable across the table to him without so much as a glance up at him.

She ignores the warmth of his fingers as he takes it from her and plugs in his phone. Just continues typing the absolute shit that she’s been writing all day. The shit that she knows in her core will end up deleted tomorrow.

Even so, Nesta makes herself persevere, trudging on with her work until she simply can’t anymore. She has no idea how much time has passed, but what she does know is that her tea is cold and Cassian’s double espresso is abandoned on the table, drained to the dregs.

But he’s still here, sitting back in his chair, his long legs like a table in themselves. But Nesta’s thoughts are dragged swiftly from his thighs the moment she spies the book in his large hands. The familiar cover. Her name. Her book.

The emotion comes so swift, so fast, Nesta feels almost breathless with it. She doesn’t know when she’s last felt this fiercely, this viscerally.

She yanks her headphones off her head. The facade of boredom and indifference on her expression is eradicated as swiftly as someone snuffing out a candle. “What are you doing?”

Cassian does not lift his eyes to meet hers - and it’s not out of fear. Nothing changes on his expression as he turns the page of her latest book with the deliberation of someone hanging onto every word. If anything, he seems distracted by her - as if she’s bothering him from something important. “What does it look like?”

“Give me that,” she spits, but snatches the book from his hands before he has the opportunity and snaps it closed.

Finally, a reaction crawls across Cassian’s face. A slow grin, a light in his eyes pulsing like the beat of a heart. “Is now the time to tell you that I’ve read everything else that you’ve published?”

“It is not,” she snaps..

To Nesta’s surprise, Cassian does not laugh. Instead, his smile fades and he looks her dead in the eye, waiting until her fire stops spitting. Waiting until she’s really paying attention. “You write beautifully.”

It is nothing but sincere. Nesta knows, because she can read everyone. Usually she finds it exhausting, reading every tell, the smallest shift in facial expression. But with Cassian, she finds herself wanting to know - greedy.

Heat floods to her cheeks before she can stop it. She looks away from him. “Thank you,” she mutters - without thinking. Then, because it feels like a crack in her armour, she sniffs, “I didn’t think you knew how to read.”

This time, Cassian does laugh, the sound rough and lovely - warm. “Then it turns out I’m full of surprises, Nesta Archeron.”

They leave together in some unspoken agreement that Nesta can’t explain. All she knows is that when she finally scans her writing for the day, truly acknowledges to herself that it’s absolutely useless and that her career is over, the snap of laptop as it closed shut has Cassian shouldering on his rucksack.

It’s raining outside, the sort of fine drizzle that coats your hair and clothes like fuzz. At the street corner, beneath the weak lamplight, Nesta’s phone starts to buzz. Her laptop bag is only looped over one shoulder to stop the strap rubbing at the scabs on her back, and Nesta tries to juggle the weight of it to free the phone trapped in her pocket, only for it to clatter to the floor.

Cassian swoops down at the same time that she does, and she’s already thrown off by dropping her phone that the fast movement has her startling, jumping away from him, creating that distance her body needs to feel safe.

Slowly, Cassian straightens. When he holds out her phone, his arm stretching across the distance between them, it’s with such deliberation that Nesta would pray for the pavement to swallow her up if her heart didn’t feel as if it’s fluttering in her mouth, trying to get out.

For a moment, Nesta studies his outstretched arm. Tries to dull the skittering tempo of her heart before she snatches the phone from him.

She can’t help the additional step she takes away from him.

And it’s not him that’s the threat - it’s the one specific ghost that shadows her every step - but Cassian’s eyes harden. “Who hurt you?”

His question sets Nesta’s heart clamouring even harder. And Nesta feels sick that not only he knows, but that he’s trying to talk to her about it when nobody else dares. It makes her angry again. “What does it matter?”

“It matters.”

Snorting with derision, Nesta pockets her phone. “What so you can be a knight in shining armour? Ride in on a stallion decked out ready for war? What’s in the past is in the past.”

“You believe that?”

At her look of confusion Cassian continues. He does not step towards her, but it feels like it. The distance between them suddenly feels as intimate as the sudden dip in his voice. “You flinch if someone touches you without permission. When someone makes a sudden movement you’re not expecting, you rear back. Last week at the club, when that guy you left with touched the small of your back, you jumped out of your skin.”

Nesta begins to walk because she can’t do it, she can’t look at him and have this conversation that she won’t have with anyone - including herself. “Sounds to me like you’re possessing some stalker-like qualities that you might want to address in your next therapy session, sweetheart.”

Her feet start to eat up the wet pavement, but Cassian keeps up with her as if he’s merely taking a stroll. Nesta doesn’t have to look at him to understand how dark his eyes have become, how they are dissecting her. Ripping her apart, her mask nothing but tattered and bloody ribbons.

“Sounds to me like you don’t know how to deal with someone who actually pays attention to you.”

Nesta’s nostrils flare. “I don’t want someone to pay attention to me. What I want is to live a male-free life unless its on my terms on a wine-fuelled Friday night.”

“I’ve noticed.”

She stops so abruptly anyone would bump into her. But not Cassian. He halts in tandem with her. Merely watches her in a way that has her hackles cresting like a wave.

Her eyes turn to slits and that fated finger she uses on the rarest of occasions comes out, wielded like a weapon. “Are you judging me?”

“Nesta,” Cassian starts, before he stops. Sighs. “Despite what you might think about me, I’m not a dick. Your body is your body — one that I greatly enjoyed by the way—”

Before he can continue, Nesta cuts him off. “I don’t look at anyone twice.”

Cassian’s head tilts, just slightly, but the movement is there. “Well, that’s simply not true, is it?”

Nesta actually snorts at the audacity of him. “You’re delusional.”

“What’s delusional is you pretending that our midnight tryst isn’t some of the best sex you’ve ever had.”

“Stop it.”

“Why? Because it’s true?”

“I said stop it.”

And her words are so sharp that Cassian raises his hands in surrender. Lowers them slowly, as if she’s a spooked animal - which she is.

“All right,” he concedes softly and she can tell from his pained expression that he regrets pushing her this far. “Can I walk you home at least?”

Nesta doesn’t deny him that. She can’t.

They walk in a silence that is as heavy as the swollen clouds overhead, bursting with words that will never be said.

Only when they draw up beside the gate to her block of flats, does Cassian speak. “Consider my gentlemanly duties complete.”

Nesta has the impression that he wanted to deliver an over-flourished bow but didn’t want to risk her wrath. But Nesta has a lump in her throat from earlier that she can’t get rid of, so she questions, “Gentlemanly?”

One dark eyebrow rises in surprises, quickly playing along. “Knight in shining armour?”

“No,” Nesta tells him bluntly and when a laugh breaks out of Cassian, Nesta thinks it might be one of the loveliest things she’s ever seen. On her first impression in that shadowy bar, Cassian had been dark, rugged and mysterious. And he’s still all of those things. But when he laughs, his face comes alive in a way that allows Nesta to glimpse something softer. Something kind.

Nesta doesn’t know the last time a man treated her kindly.

The sound of the gate clicking open when Nesta swipes her fob against the keypad is so loud its intrusive. It cuts through Nesta’s thoughts. Reminds her what’s important.

“Don’t talk to Feyre.”

The intensity on Cassian’s expression deepens. “About the amazing sex we had or the fact you’ve clearly been assaulted?”

“Both.”

Cassian’s arm twitches and Nesta has the distinct impression he had intended to lay his hand upon her arm before deciding against it. Instead, he snares her gaze and it feels like falling, being drawn in, reeled so close that the distance between them is suddenly nothing but intimate.

“I would never, Nesta.”

The words are so solemn, so sincere, that something twists inside of Nesta - like a rag being wrung of water.

The feeling hurts, like that ache before you cry, because he knows that despite the fact she’s been nothing but horrible to him, he cares about her.

But Nesta doesn’t deserve his empathy, so her nod is curt and perfunctory.

“Good,” she tells him.

The cold metal of the gate bites through her gloves as she pushes it open. She waits until it clangs closed before, on spontaneity, she turns back to look at him. Separated by the metal bars Nesta feels safe and it’s that protection which has her guard dropping.

And for a moment, Nesta feels as if she’s just a girl talking to a guy. No past to haunt her, no ghosts. Just them.

“Don’t forget your wallet next time.”

There’s a beat of silence. And Nesta knows it to be surprise, but then one corner of Cassian’s mouth ticks upwards again and with it, the world keeps turning. “I wouldn’t dare.”

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slowlystupendousdelusion · 4 months

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Some thoughts on Macbeth:

(Spoilers for the 2023 Donmar Warehouse production I guess)

So first of all if you haven't been to the Donmar before, it's a cute little theatre - emphasis on little. Conveniently, it is right next to the Seven Dials Market which does street food (and has toilets you don't have to be a customer to use). Not horrendously priced given its location, but I think drinks-wise it might be slightly cheaper in the theatre itself?

So the theatre staff were friendly and admittance to both the venue and the seating was easy and hassle-free. The headsets have test audio playing prior to the performance so you can check they're fully working ahead of time. Bear in mind there's no interval and they do not let you back in if you need a toilet break. Run time is just under 2 hours.

I enjoyed that the theatre bar had a cocktail special on called 'Out Damn Spot' (It's just a Bloody Mary, but I'm a sucker for stupid things like this.)

Also shout out to the girl with the Macbeth tote bag like the retro penguin books. (Is this like the nerdy equivalent of wearing a band's shirt to their gig?)

So onto the play itself:

The audio was interesting; for the most part I liked it. Every time the directional sound came on for a bird flying past or whatever I turned my head like an idiot so it did work. And it did allow for more intimate delivery. There was occasionally a bit of microphone crackle when the actors were moving but not enough to take you out of the play completely. Also I suppose you get essentially two hours of David Tennant murmuring/breathing into your ear if you're into that sort of thing. You can hear (at least) the louder performances without them but you lose the ambient background noise, and I didn't try in the quieter parts to see how well I could hear.

I really enjoyed the music - I'm not quite sure what I was expecting but it was Scottish trad vibes which was a nice contrast with the rest of the play being more modern.

When I first went in I was a bit worried about the distance because it's hard to gauge the scale of the stage but actually even in the cheap (not-) seats you are not very far away. As a fairly short person in standing I had pretty good visibility throughout.

The whole stage set up is simple but they do a lot with minimal scenery and props. Also the lighting! The lighting is really impactful. The visuals are so striking in spite (or probably because of) the minimal staging and clever use of a two way mirror. They use warm vs cool light to indicate the switch to the supernatural/delusion and the white stage floor makes the silhouettes of the props that are used really pop. I think the final view at the end of the play is basically seared on my brain.

(Full disclosure: I do not have enough knowledge about acting to give nuanced performance reviews) But I thought they were all so good! I liked that they went a more psychological route with the absence of physical witches. The porter segment in the middle gave some comic relief and I'm not sure how much was ad libbed, so quite effective in that respect. Cush Jumbo was great as Lady Macbeth; more sympathetic than some other productions I've seen. Tennant was compelling; basically I was drawn to him whenever he was on stage. It was lucky everyone had headphones on cause embarrassingly I did literally gasp at the child-murder.

My attention didn't wane at all, which given that there was no interval and I was standing, gives an indication of how gripping it was. Would definitely go again if given the opportunity.

#macbeth #donmar warehouse #david tennant #cush jumbo #theatre #do i need to spoiler tag for a 400 year old play?#shakespeare

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Chapter 10: The Bug

Learn to Fly

Mikey was starting to get on Casey’s nerves.

“Hey, Casey, Casey, heeeeyyyy…” Mikey waved at him from under a mountain of blankets on the couch. Casey begrudgingly pulled his headphones off to listen to him. In doing so, the invisible barrier he’d built up around himself dissolved.

“Are you going to actually ask me what you want now?” Casey asked with a little irritation as he pushed the vacuum cleaner over the living room rug.

He wasn’t really in the mood to talk. Especially if Mikey was also going to try and get him to open up again, even though they’d both agreed to pause his unlicensed therapy sessions.

This wasn’t the first time, but Casey had woken up at four in the morning and couldn’t fall back asleep. The nightmare that had forced him awake wouldn’t let go of him, and the only thing he could think to do was to make himself busy.

Blasting the angriest music he could find through his headphones and straight to his core, Casey decided that every speck of dirt in the lair was his sworn enemy. While all of his clothes were in the washing machine, he had bleached and scrubbed coffee stains off the kitchen counter, found dishes left out to go in the washer, scrubbed the ones that were particularly crusty, and then swept the whole first floor shared space. Switching the laundry over, he moved to mopping, even going so far as to move the furniture around halfway through to get to otherwise neglected areas.

It was probably the struggle Casey had in moving Splinter’s recliner that had disturbed the box turtle. The look on his face when he saw Casey cleaning made it look like he didn’t recognize his own home. Still drowsy but probably just looking for an excuse to be around someone, Mikey curled up onto the couch and played video games as Casey mopped the rest of the room. While it didn’t bother him so much that Mikey shared the space with him, it had started to get on his nerves when the turtle kept glancing over at him like he wanted to say something, but refused to do so.

“Well, now you’re going to vacuum, so maybe not…” Mikey hummed nervously.

“Mikey, tell me what’s going on already!” he snapped, perhaps a little too harshly.

“Ok ok, it’s just, I’m worried you’re gonna say no.”

“Clearly.” Casey huffed, twirling the power cord.

“Can you… can you teach me how to fly?”

Casey opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it again. How was he supposed to teach Mikey how to fly?

Mikey rocked his head back and forth laterally in deliberation. “It’s just… I talk to Draxum about it but he doesn’t care about it that much. He’s way more into technical magic stuff? Like spells and stuff.” Mikey gagged a little. “But you said I could fly so… I was hoping you had some pointers for me.”

Casey glanced up at Donnie’s lab and remembered the conversation they’d had about his future tech before. If he was being fair, he should probably turn Mikey down. He could just say he didn’t know anything, but then again, Mikey wouldn’t figure it out for years….

Damn, Leatherhead was right, he was a hypocrite.

“Sure.”

“Wait really?!” Mikey squealed. “You can help???”

“I don’t see why not, but we need to go over a couple things. First thing of course, is that I only have what you’ve said about the subject, I don’t really get it myself.”

Mikey nodded.

“Second, you might want a helmet.”

“A helmet?”

“The first time you did this you gave yourself a concussion on the ceiling.”

“Ok that’s fair,” Mikey pouted. “Raph! Can I borrow your helmet?”

“Shut up!” came Leo’s response, who was still trying to sleep. It seemed Leo had not been kidding about not being able to sleep the night before. Casey hadn't either, of course, but he felt it would be better to pass out vacuuming a floor than to lie in bed hoping he wouldn't have anymore nightmares.

They were both low odds, but he tried his best.

Hearing no response from the snapping turtle, Mikey poked his head behind Raph’s curtain and snatched his football helmet.

“Seems he’s done a night patrol,” Mikey shrugged, putting the helmet on. “Alright, show me how it’s done!”

“Show… right…” Casey rolled his eyes and sat down in the center of the living room, and invited the box turtle to do the same. It wasn’t odd for Raph or Donnie to go out late at night now without them, but it was odd that Raph would still be out beyond sunrise. It was nearly seven now.

But Mikey was nearly bouncing around from his seat on the floor already, so Casey put the thought aside.

“Ok, so in your own words, the ninpo that allows you to fly is a force that lifts you up. It’s not like it makes you lighter or anything, it’s more like… magnetism,” Casey explained, hoping that made any sense. “The greater force you apply, the higher you’ll go. And if you want to stay up in the air, you gotta make a force that is constantly pushing yourself into the air. So your first objective is to force yourself up into the air without jumping.”

“Without jumping?”

“Without jumping. Ideally, you shouldn’t have to move any part of yourself. You’re only pushing with your ninpo.”

Mikey screwed up his face in thought.

“You alright?” Casey asked, concerned.

“How am I supposed to not do anything?” Mikey asked. “That doesn’t make any sense. I use my hands to extend my chains and to open portals. I draw runes for magic circles…”

“Oh! You’re not doing nothing,” Casey clarified. “You’re moving your ninpo.”

“Moving it?”

“Yeah, like you’d move your arm? You can move it right?”

Mikey looked at Casey like he was speaking a different language. He didn’t even know that? Even Casey could feel his ninpo, even if he couldn’t do anything with it.

“You can move your ninpo like it’s a physical thing,” Casey explained. “It comes from here,” Casey placed his hand over his chest. “And it can shift around you… uh… like water?”

“Like electricity,” came a voice from upstairs. Donnie was hanging over the railing.

“You know what he’s talking about, Donnie?” Mikey asked, inquisitively.

“Of course. I can’t use my ninpo without moving it,” he explained. “Everything I build comes from the inside out. I thought your chains would be made the same way, or Raph’s clone jutsu.”

“Oh! So the projection is physical. That makes sense,” Mikey nodded. “But I don’t really think about that part much. They usually just… kind of happen.”

“You just do things without knowing how they work,” Donnie rolled his eyes.

Mikey smiled sheepishly. “If you put it that way, yeah.”

“Well, if you want to fly, you need to think about how it works,” Casey told him. “Flying is all about control. It’s like riding a skateboard; once you get used to it you don’t have to think about it so much.”

“You know how to skateboard?” Mikey asked.

“No, that’s just how you explained it to me,” Casey sighed. “There weren’t a lot of good places to skateboard in the future. I have no idea what you were talking about, honestly.”

Mikey deflated. Casey saw Donnie sneak into the kitchen. It was coffee time; for a moment Casey mourned the loss of the now spotless kitchen.

“So I need to feel my ninpo…” Casey turned back to Mikey, who was now squeezing his eyes shut in concentration.

Pop!

Mikey’s nunchucks jumped out of thin air and dropped into his lap.

“The force you used to fly didn’t really materialize,” Casey pointed out. Mikey scowled at him.

“Can you move your nunchucks without touching them?”

Mikey opened his eyes and looked down at the weapons in his lap. They didn't seem to move at all, but it looked like he clearly expected them to.

Instead, they caught on fire.

“Ah!” Casey scrambled back in surprise.

“This is dumb,” Mikey grumbled as the flames quickly dissipated. “How is it supposed to move independently from me?”

“It’s not independent of you, it is you. Like another arm.”

Mikey started wiggling his arms at the chains.

Oh, this was going to take a looooong time.

Casey leaned back on his hands and watched Mikey fidget for a bit while he turned his attention to the energy inside himself. Like the ghost finger feeling he had when he was a turtle, he could visualize the connection from his brain to his ninpo. He didn’t have a great hold of it, but if he focused, he could feel it… rippling? The most he could do was acknowledge it was there.

“Casey do you have ninpo too?” Casey’s head snapped up, eyes wide. He hadn’t noticed Mikey was watching him.

“What? No. How would I have ninpo?” Mikey narrowed his eyes, but if Mikey couldn’t even feel his own ninpo, he shouldn’t even be able to know Casey had it.

“Then why do you look like you’re trying to find it too?” Oh. Yeah… “Was I trying to teach you how to use it in the future?”

Even on his best days, sometimes Casey was an open book.

“Ok, it’s not a sure thing…” Casey couldn’t help but notice Mikey’s eyes light up. “…and I don’t want to get into the details…” he shrugged. He could tell part of the truth. “You guys are my family, you know? Master Michelangelo thought my mom and I could get it like April did.”

Mikey's shoulders rose and his eyes got big with excitement. “That would be so cool! But does that mean…?”

“I don’t know if I have it,” he lied, shrugging. “Mom never figured it out either. I still try sometimes. It'd be really cool to have.”

“No no no, not that!” Mikey shook his head. “We’re literally family! You’re Hamato just like us! And April! Oh that’s so awesome!”

“Well yeah, I kind of thought that was obvious. I was…” Casey caught himself. “…I grew up around you guys. Why do you think I’m here? You guys are my whole world.”

Casey remembered when Sunshine had caught him in his lie; that he had said his family was dead. Why had he said that? They were right here! It wasn’t exactly the same, but they were still his family, right? He didn’t just want to protect them, he wanted to be a part of them. They were the reason he was here. Seeing Mikey that excited by the idea made Casey want to melt into a little puddle.

“Casey… I think I can see you,” Mikey said, turning his head to one side.

“What do you mean? I’m right here.” He didn’t know why, but he was smiling.

“You’re pink.” That normally would have made Casey freak out, like when Angel pointed it out. But for some reason, it just made him chuckle.

“I was wondering when you’d figure it out,” he cradled his head in his hands and anchored his elbows to his knees.

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew!” Casey told him. Master Michelangelo would never shut up about it.

“But when we went shopping…”

“I’m not going to start wearing pink clothes just because,” Casey shrugged. “That’s a you thing. People don’t just wear their heart on their sleeve all the time.”

“Why would you hide that though?” Mikey asked, looking a little betrayed.

“Same reason I don’t tell you other future stuff. It doesn’t matter until it happens.”

“Yeah but… it’s you.”

“You can’t tell everything about someone from their color, Mikey.”

“Well yeah but…”

“You see me because you know me,” Casey smiled. “That’s more valuable than me just giving you the answer.”

Casey could see the gears spinning in Mikey’s head.

“That’s deep man,” he eventually let out with a sigh.

“How do you see me anyway? Master Michelangelo never really explained it.” He wondered if Angel saw it the same way.

He briefly wondered if she was doing okay.

“It’s like,” Mikey tapped his chin. “Man, I don’t know! That’s probably not good…”

“Is it like looking without your eyes?” Casey guessed. If it was anything like he felt…

“Yeah! That’s it exactly!” Mikey nodded his head excitedly.

“Now just move your chains without your arms,” Casey smirked.

“Ooohhhhh,” he said as if finally understanding (after Casey had only told him it three times). Mikey looked down and noticed his weapons had vanished while he wasn’t paying attention.

They popped back into existence and Mikey stared at them again, but nothing happened.

“This is hard,” he groaned, leaning back onto his hands.

“Yeah, I never got it.”

“Got any other advice?”

“Do you remember learning how to use your hands?” Casey asked him.

“No?”

“Me neither. That’s all I got.”

When Donnie came out of the kitchen with his coffee, he saw the two boys lying on their backs, spread eagle in the middle of the floor.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Becoming one with the universe to discover the secrets of Hamato ninpo,” Mikey answered cryptically.

“There’s also a spider spinning a web in that corner,” Casey pointed to the south east corner.

Donnie took a sip of his coffee and shuffled back upstairs.

“April’s coming by in an hour,” he called down.

“Cool,” the dum-dums on the floor both said at the same time.

To be honest, Donnie had planned to work on Leo’s katanas all day, but the call from April last night had caught him by surprise. She hadn’t told him much, just that she needed to see him as soon as possible, and it was very important.

So Donnie was up three hours earlier than usual, trying desperately to not look like he’d stayed up all night when April showed up.

“An all-nighter again, Donnie?” Crap. She knew him too well.

“How could you tell?” He asked, blinking too slowly, gripping his coffee mug like it was his lifeline, and struggling to push the lab door open all the way open so April could come inside.

“I have my ways,” she smiled brightly. Then she gave her signature wink and edged past him to crash into a new futon that he’d gotten specifically for situations like these; it was becoming more and more frequent that people would come in just to hang out with him while he was working. Conversation was optional, friendship was not. He was tired of people leaning over his shoulder all the time, so this was the compromise the family was trying out.

“You said this was urgent,” Donnie raised an eyebrow. “You seem pretty relaxed for quote ‘as soon as possible’ end quote.”

April stretched out on the futon and gave him a cheeky smile. “It is very important. Time sensitive too. Are you free this evening?”

“I have projects I could be working on, but I can make time.”

“Good!” She sat up and pulled out her phone. “I have something that needs looked into. Do you remember the herbicide scandal I uncovered over the summer semester?”

“The stuff you used against the Krang in the subway tunnels, yeah. Are you still…?”

“Professor Boringson’s missing,” April’s expression turned serious. “I’ve been keeping away from the lab just in case, but he’s been taken off the staff directory online. All mentions of him are completely gone. It’s like he didn’t even exist.”

Donnie pursed his lips. That was suspicious.

“Where did he go?”

April shrugged. “I wish I could’ve bugged him like you offered, but the whole department’s been on high alert since I broke in. Something weird is going on there; really weird.”

“So you want me to go check it out?” Donnie surmised.

“Please? I would go but I don’t want to risk getting in trouble with the school…”

“No that’s fine, I get it,” Donnie assured her. “I can get in and out easily."

“Oh, you don’t have to do that… on your own, I mean,” April spoke up. Donnie tipped his head to one side and furrowed his brows in confusion. She had a small smile on her face. “I have a way to get you in.”

Donnie had a feeling her idea wasn’t something he’d like.

“Don’t look at me like that!” she snapped at him.

“What do you mean?” he narrowed his eyes all the more.

April sighed and looked back down at her phone again. “I have a friend who will let you into the building. He’s got a bio lab there tonight.”

“A class on a Saturday night?”

April shrugged. “Yeah, that’s kind of what got me thinking about all this. We’re in a group chat and he was talking about the odd time of it. Turns out there’s a new teacher there taking over for Boringson with some… interesting habits.”

“Like what?” Donnie asked.

“Like… making long unhinged emails to her students about why yokai should return to the ‘underworld.’”

“Yeesh. She sounds like a super villain.”

“Yeah, even Tim thought it was a little strange. So I asked if he could let you into the building tonight after class. The doors lock shortly after the class starts, so I figured he could let you in and you’d be free to snoop without having to break in.”

“His name is Tim?”

“Or Timothy, I’ll send you his contact info. The class should get out at 8:30, he can text you the details.”

Donnie’s phone pinged as she sent him the number.

“And Tim Or Timothy is fine with just letting some stranger into the building? Does he know about…” Donnie gestured to himself. “...this whole situation?”

April gave him that same smile she had when she first walked in. He realized this must be the reason for her good mood. She was plotting something.

“Oh, Tim’s a good guy; I don’t think he’ll mind at all,” she shrugged.

“There’s more to this story, isn’t there?” Donnie asked with suspicion.

But April didn’t let him continue the conversation, because it was at that moment she decided to notice the forge he had put together in the corner of the room. It was huge and difficult to miss, but she gasped and “Ooo what’s that?”-ed to divert his attention.

And let’s be honest here for a moment- what’s more important, figuring out April’s secret agenda or monologuing about his new special interest for the next hour? April was always a good listener; it was an easy decision to make. By the time he had explained every detail of his plans for Leo’s new katanas, he had completely forgotten about her knowing smile. Well, until he showed up to the university in the evening, that is.

The Bug

Donnie: Would the east entrance be an acceptable door to use?

Tim Or Timothy (presumably): ?

Donnie: You are April's university friend, yes?

Tim Or Timothy: Oh! You must be Donatello. Yes, the east entrance

Donnie: I will wait there then.

Donnie had arrived at exactly ten minutes before Tim's class was released, and, after confirming where they would meet, had quietly stashed himself up in a tree and out of sight of any on-campus security. It wasn't the most comfortable accommodation, but it did afford him a good vantage point to see students leaving via the adjacent main entrance.

A minute past 8:30 and they began heading out in groups and singles, taking their time to their cars, toward the station, or on foot. All completely oblivious to him.

As he watched them, he felt that pang of otherness settle over him again. It didn't matter that people now knew and somewhat acknowledged that mutants existed, their worlds would still be very different from each other for a long while yet. That included stares longer than his beak, and people awkwardly shuffling away from him when he tried to visit a bodega the other day with his hood down. That had been an uncomfortable situation- but he felt he needed to go out… for science. He wanted to know how people would see him now. That particular collection of data had not calmed him down.

It felt like nothing had changed.

Mikey and Leo had been going out everyday for a week and were fine; surely he was missing something. Or maybe they just handled it better? It felt like they were leaving him behind. Maybe he should have started eleventh grade with Leo instead of diving headfirst into college applications.

He was almost considering it when he noticed a shadow move at the east door. Holding on to the feeling of apprehension, he quickly sent a text to confirm it was Tim at the door.

As if in response, the door opened and a young man with a dark head of messy hair leaned out and looked around. Before the presumed Tim could close the door in confusion, Donnie dropped down out of the tree and landed gracefully upright about ten feet away from him.

"Holy-" but the teen caught himself by throwing a large hand over his mouth. His eyes however, betrayed him as they seemed to bug out of his head in surprise.

Before he could say or do anything else, Donnie stepped up and took the door from him. Technically it didn't matter if it was Tim or not; he was in anyway.

The presumed Tim backed up to let him in, and the soft shell wasted no time entering the building, blinking his eyes as they adjusted to the bright fluorescence.

"Uh, hi."

Donnie turned his head just slightly toward him.

"You are Donatello right? I didn't just let some stranger into the school?"

"Yes, and yes you did," Donnie nodded. "Thank you."

Without another word, Donnie began to slink down the hallway, but he didn't get very far before he realized he was being followed.

"Did you want to risk getting caught sneaking around after hours, too?" Donnie asked, not bothering to turn around.

"I… uh…" Donnie didn't wait for Tim to answer, and turned down a hallway that should lead him to the stairwell up to the second floor.

"Wait!" His ask was too loud. Donnie pivoted and stepped up into Tim's personal space. The surprising maneuver led the human to take a cautious step back. "Sorry… I just…"

Donnie twirled his wrist in a gesture for Tim to get what he wanted to say off his chest.

"April asked me to tag along with you," said the human nervously.

Donnie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but remembered the odd way April had been acting earlier today.

"And why on earth would you agree to do that?" Donnie asked, genuinely curious. Surely April had told Tim what they were doing could be dangerous. What was he going to do that would help Donnie anyway? He only needed to get inside.

Tim shifted uneasily from one foot to the next, clearly nervous. "She didn't tell you anything, did she?"

"She said you'd let me in," Donnie answered.

Tim sighed and pulled out his phone, clearly looking for something to explain away his impulsiveness to follow a strange mutant turtle around a school after dark.

Tim finally tapped open an image and showed Donnie the screen. It was an image of the TurtleTank parked by Repo Mantis Salvage; likely from the last time Donnie had visited the place before it was temporarily shut down.

"April said you built it. She said you'd let me take a look at it if I kept an eye on you."

"What?!" This time Donnie was too loud. "That's ridiculous! Why would she say that? My own sister, handing out tours of my…" Donnie dragged his hands down his face in frustration.

"I mean, you don't have to, I don't want to be a bother…" Timothy put his phone away, looking apologetic. "She really shouldn't have-"

"No, no, it's fine," Donnie interrupted, trying to sound sincere but definitely coming off as rather irritated. "I'm sure she has her silly reasons. Just be quiet ok?"

"You know everybody's left, right?" Tim tipped his head to one side. "Even the staff and janitors are gone."

"I don't care, I haven't snuck out like this in weeks!" Donnie answered before turning and flipping dramatically into the shadows. He lowered his goggles and scuttled along the wall like a bug until he could peek around the next corner. Tim just casually walked along behind him.

"April also said you'd want to know more about Dr. Aderman," Tim said as they finally reached the stairs to the next level.

"The replacement professor?" Donnie asked as he jumped up to the second floor and perched on the railing as he waited for Tim to jog up to him.

Tim nodded. "I'm not usually one for gossip, but it seems she has a pretty bad reputation around here already. Class was a bit… scary." The human tapped his fingers together nervously.

"April mentioned a bizarre email."

"Yeah. Turns out there's a… another person like you in our class and she's not all too friendly to them."

"Wouldn't that violate school policy?" Donnie asked, turning toward the hallway he remembered April describing to him. At the center of the building there would be a lab with a simple card reader lock he'd need to break.

"Technically there isn't a policy yet," Tim shrugged. "But it really doesn't look great for the school."

Then why was she even here? Even if Donnie didn't feel comfortable around humans, he at least knew that Universities tended to have some of the most inclusive people among them. It went with the territory of being educated, he theorized; a proper scientist should be open to all possibilities. He didn't like the sound of this one.

Donnie approached the classroom April had mentioned, but noticed that even through the glass, it had been completely repurposed from the last time she had been there. They'd probably have to look around some more, but it wouldn't hurt to check here first.

A quick glance at the card reader told him it would easily be broken into with the right magnet strip, but he wondered if it would be better to just disable it altogether so there was no record of the door unlocking in the first place. That was probably the safer option. Systems going briefly offline were more overlooked than suspicious entries.

Donnie could see Tim's eyes light up in wonder as Donnie's little robot arms popped out from the back of his shell and started disabling the card reader. It took everything in himself not to smirk. Even if he was April's friend, he still didn't trust him.

Within ten seconds the door was open, and the two of them slipped inside. Donnie began to move about the lab/office methodically, but Tim stayed back, looking around like a lost puppy.

"So… what are you looking for?" He asked as Donnie chanced by him to open a few cabinet doors that were disappointingly empty.

Donnie's snout twitched as he moved on. "April didn't tell you?"

"She said you were looking for information on Aderman, but her office is back downstairs."

Donnie turned to face Tim with a mildly annoyed look that included his lips firmly pressed into a thin line.

"You couldn't have said that before I broke into the wrong room?"

Tim scratched the back of his head. "You looked like you knew where you were going!" He smiled sheepishly. "I didn't want to stop you."

Regardless, Donnie continued his search around the room, just in case there was anymore evidence of the herbicide.

"There was a particularly dangerous herbicide being kept here a few weeks ago," Donnie explained, rifling through a desk filled with unrelated papers and bars of unused staples. "April discovered it was rather good at damaging the aliens that invaded the city."

"Wha… how did she discover that?" Tim asked, looking concerned.

"Trial and error of course," Donnie smiled, remembering her retelling of her encounter with the sister Krang. "She threw many things at it beforehand. Baseballs proved to not be so effective."

"You mean she fought one of those things?" Tim's eyes were about the size of April's aforementioned baseball.

"She did. She took its eye out with the herbicide. But now we're trying to figure out where it came from, and why someone was making something so dangerous."

"Wow, she's pretty impressive," Timothy noted, seeming to completely overlook the dangerous situation he had volunteered himself for.

Wait, why had he wanted to do this again?

"Why do you have a picture of my tank?" Donnie asked suddenly, catching Tim off guard.

"Oh, well… it's really cool!" the human said with what appeared to be genuine interest. "I just took a picture of it when I went by the salvage yard… ok maybe I took a few…" he suddenly looked a little nervous.

Donnie narrowed his eyes, not that Tim could see with his goggles on.

"Are you stalking me?"

"What?! No! It's just… how do I explain it…" the human tapped his fingers together again. It appeared to be a nervous habit. “I just thought it was really cool…”

"You…" Donnie's voice trailed off as realization struck him. "You're a FAN!" All at once the super secret stealth mission he had before him was thrown to one side as his voice rose in excitement.

"That's why April set me up with you!"

Timothy scratched the back of his head and blushed a bit. "I guess so? You know there's a small online community of people who look for your vehicle around town? They have all kinds of crazy theories as to who you are and what it does."

"What it does?! It does EVERYTHING," Donnie's eyes sparkled. "And if you are so inclined, I will gladly tell you more about it when we find that herbicide," he added, turning his head to do a final sweep of the room.

Tim chuckled, and Donnie nearly jumped in surprise.

"What? Are you not interested?"

"No no, I am!" Tim assured the turtle. "I just didn't expect you to be so excited."

Donnie stood upright and began to walk back out of the office backwards. "Of course I'm excited I-"

But he didn't get to complete his sentence, because in his elated buffoonery he had completely forgotten their circumstances, and bumped clumsily into someone standing behind him.

"Oh, hi… Dr. Aderman…" Timothy squeaked. Donnie saw Tim take a step back in surprise, and that he was looking up at someone much taller than himself.

Slowly, Donnie turned around. Sweet Galileo she was HUGE. If he had to guess, Dr. Aderman was six foot six and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle. She had flaming red hair braided down either side of her head, bright green spectacles, and a nasty snarl on her face. She looked like she could easily wrestle Raph, nevermind the small, gangly soft shell that Donnie was. In the words of his most beloved twin brother:

“Eugh boy.”

Donnie skittered back into the classroom and jumped over a table to put more space between them. Aderman followed him into the classroom, shutting the door behind her. That was surely a threat if he had ever seen one.

“Well this sure is a surprise,” Aderman giggled, taking a step forward. “I can’t believe you just decided to find me yourself!”

“Please tell me that you aren’t implying that you know me,” Donnie grimaced.

“Hardly, but it’s hard to forget four little freaks defiling the light of God.”

Oh, so she was a religious nut too. Cool. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

“I’m going to finally cut you open and get a good look at what goes on in that disgusting little head of yours.”

Donnie had a hard time figuring out how the two statements were related.

“As much as I love research,” Donnie took a nervous step back. “I’m totally fine keeping my insides inside, thanks oh god I really don’t want to think about that…”

“Just what are you, exactly? What made you?” she wondered aloud, lowering her head to get a better view of him in the dark room. If he had listened to anything April and Tim had said, he figured it was not in his best interest to answer that question honestly. Speaking of, he glanced over to Tim and saw that the poor guy had backed himself up into a corner on the opposite side of the room. Donnie immediately regretted letting the human tag along with him. The last thing he wanted to do was drag more people into this mess. How was he supposed to get them out?

As he continued to try and put distance between himself and the woman, Donnie quickly realized he was running out of classroom. He glanced over at the second story windows to his right. He could easily break out that way, but Tim?

“You tricked me!” Donnie blurted out, pointing an accusatory finger at Tim.

“What?” Both Tim and Aderman looked confused.

“You set me up with your smooth talking about science and engineering!” Donnie wailed. “How could you?! Humans are the worst!” He raised his hand to his brow in a mock swoon.

He really needed to take some acting lessons. Simply imitating Leo’s dramatic flourishes probably wasn’t the greatest sell. But it didn’t matter because at the very least it made Aderman do a double take to glance at Tim before Donnie leapt for and broke through the window screaming at the top of his lungs: “You’ll never get me aliiiiiiiiiive!”

Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for Tim, he supposed, Aderman dove out the window behind him with greater speed than he expected.

“Get back here you filthy little bug!” she roared, grabbing a hold of his ankle as they went tumbling out. He realized then that his battle shell was still in robot arm mode, so his jet pack was not ready to lift him up. He had prioritized stealth this evening, but thinking back on how loud he had been talking about his tank, perhaps he hadn’t, actually. Stupid stupid stupid.

Raph was really going to chew him out for this.

And Leo would never let him live it down.

The two of them crashed into the ground, Donnie thrown face-first into the dirt, no thanks to Aderman’s desperate reach. He let out a pathetic little puff of air from his lungs, but forced himself to his feet quickly as he could already hear Aderman lumbering up to him.

“Stupid little…” she grumbled and took a swing at him, but Donnie was ready for it. His sparkling new tech bo was already out and spinning, the glow of purple mystic light from it forming a shield between himself and his assailant. It hadn’t fared so well against Krang Prime, but a punch from a human (even an especially large one,) did not stand a chance. Aderman’s fist collided with the shield with a sickening crunch.

She screamed in pain, swearing profusely and shaking her hand out as Donnie took the offensive. He decided to go for a low sweep, knocking his staff into her knees and toppling her over. Unfortunately, it seemed her grubby hands had a habit of clinging onto things, because she was again somehow able to reach out and grab him as she went down, dragging him with her. The soft shell yelped as the woman bear-hugged him while at same time cursing about how awful and gross he was. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but think she was being a little over dramatic about that, but he wasn’t really in a position to critique. She rolled over and pinned him down with just her left hand on his head, his arms pinned under him.

“You disgusting little turtle thing-” but she froze when she saw the ring of purple mystic artillery surrounding her, all aimed pointedly at her head.

“You wanna rethink those words, sasquatch?” Donnie grumbled, spitting out dirt.

To his surprise, the doctor started cackling. “You’re full of nasty surprises, aren’t you?” She raised his head in a move to slam it down again, which Donnie took as permission to use what would questionably be considered semi-lethal force.

But when he pulled the trigger, so to speak, nothing happened. Instead of throwing him back down, she pulled her face to his and smiled wickedly. “Oh honey, did you think I’d be caught by that? Unfortunately, I have a few nasty surprises of my own.” All of his mystic tech had somehow vanished, and when he tried to reach for it again, he could see dazzling purple static dance around in Aderman’s eyes. It was the last thing he saw before he ate the dirt again.

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Notes: Thank you so much to @pinetreevillain for letting me borrow Timothy for this chapter of my fic! Here he is! I'm internally screaming, it's very loud inside my head rn. This has been marinating for over two months, so I hope you like it! I kept my promise; Timothy is fine! Donnie on the other hand, is not. oops (T-T)7

Additionally, this chapter has a comic to alongside it that I posted all the way back in September, heehee! It's so important that I linked it twice. Bet you didn't see that coming did you? I'm very sneaky.

This also marks the beginning of "shit hitting the fan" part of the story for Snapper and Stinkpot. We are officially out of the exposition, baby!

#rottmnt #rottmnt casey jr #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt timothy #rottmnt Aderman #casey sas au #snapper and stinkpot #the sillies

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