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emsylcatac · 3 years

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“You’re pretty”

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“You’re pretty, Marinette.”

He says it casually, just like that. He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He says it as a fact, some unquestionable fact, and Marinette truly forgets how to breath this time.

Because his words hold such warmth and love and tenderness she’s not quite sure how to respond.

You’re pretty, Marinette. It sounds true to her ears just because of the way he says it. She isn’t even sure she ever wondered if Adrien found her pretty before.

But he does.

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(Hope the English is alright, I wasn’t beta-read!)

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“Could you pass a hair clamp on to me, please?”

Marinette tries to ignore the feeling of his arm against her as his hand appears in front of her. She swallows, once, praying he wouldn’t hear the sound.

“Sure,” she half-speaks as she reaches forward for the clamp and drops it in his open palm, careful not to brush his skin with hers.

He doesn’t seem to notice her nervousness as he thanks her enthusiastically, and she can see him clamping a handful of her hair in the mirror in front of her just as she can sense his hands running through them. It’s just hair, Marinette thinks, she shouldn’t feel more than something pulling at her scalp yet his touch travels through her entirely.

She sees Adrien bending to grasp the curling iron, before he takes a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“Tell me if it’s too hot or if I’m burning you,” his breath says on her neck.

Oh, it is too hot and Marinette feels her cheeks burning, and she can only hope the mirror won’t betray her. However, she can’t exactly tell him that.

“Okay,” she barely whispers.

She watches how Adrien skillfully rolls her hair around the iron, and waits a few seconds before releasing it all in a beautiful and perfect curl. Marinette resists the urge to pull on it and feel it bounce, not wanting to destroy his work or worse—brushing her finger with his.

Adrien then grabs a second strand of hair and repeats the same gestures as before, modeling a new curl to accompany the previous one, then a third, and a forth. She watches him do in silence, wondering how many times he’s done it before, when and with who.

She could ask him. She could. But she doesn’t know how to break the silence that is starting to weigh upon her.

When Adrien releases yet another curl, Marinette straightens up a little. She gives herself a pep-look in the mirror, and starts to count to five. At five, she’ll ask him the question.

One. Two. Three.

Adrien detaches her hair only to clamp some other on the top of her head, once again letting her feel his hands sending shivers on her scalp.

Five comes all too soon and Marinette takes a deep breath and holds it for one, two, five seconds before releasing it in a sigh as she chickens out, again.

She glances at Adrien to see him poking his tongue out in concentration and presses her lips in a thin line. She’ll count to ten this time, and at ten, she’ll talk. For real.

Adrien starts humming a song she doesn’t recognise, and she almost forgets her counting until he seems to realise what he’s doing and suddenly stops. She wishes he had continued as she thinks nine, ten and—

“Where did you learn to do that?”

She feels a little proud when Adrien smiles in the mirror, and a little relieved as the tension slowly eases up.

“With modelling, there’s all sorts of hairdressers around to prepare the models. I like watching them work, it’s weirdly fascinating,” he says. She wonders why it was so hard to ask him that. “One day, I asked this one who had looooong hair—her name was Cécile—if she could teach me how to do it. She just gave me the iron and sat on a chair and let me play with her hair how I wished.” He chuckles and shakes his head, as if recalling an old joke. “Let’s say it looked easier than it was. But she let me try again the day after, and the day after… Until I got the hang of it.” He shrugs with a smile, a little proud but a little shy at the same time.

“That’s amazing,” she comments, finding herself gaining confidence. “She sounds really nice.”

“She was,” Adrien enthuses. “It’s too bad she had to move in the south. But I suppose that’s how it is.”

Marinette nods, not knowing what else to add.

Adrien resumes his work on her hair, clamping and unclamping them then and there as he goes.

As the silence settles again, Marinette finds her mouth speaking against her own will. “You can sing again if you want. I don’t mind.”

Her eyes widdens comically in the mirror as she realises what she’s said, and Adrien startles and looks at her in the reflection. “You...you don’t?”

“I...no,” she finds herself saying. “I like...I like it.”

She’s rewarded with a bright smile, and a foreign kind of glint in his eyes as he answers. “Thanks. But you should sing with me too.”

He doesn’t let her the time to protest as he starts humming a popular song she knows she heard on the radio but can’t remember the name of.

When he glances at her insistently in the mirror, she understands he’s waiting for her. Shyly, she joins in the humming, mindful to not be louder than he was.

He seems satisfied as he smiles, resuming curling her hair. His voice reverberates in her body and chest as he hums close to her ear, and she lets her eyes close to enjoy the sound and the feel of him caressing her hair.

All too soon, his humming trails off and he turns the iron off and unplugs it before putting it back on its stand.

“Psssst, Marinette,” he whispers, prompting her eyes to open. “Do you also hum English songs when you don’t know the lyrics?”

She giggles. “Yes. But don’t tell anyone,” she whispers back.

She feels him chuckles as much as she hears him. “Me too. Otherwise I pretend I know the words but really I’m singing nonsense. Only when I’m alone with my piano, though.”

She is about to answer him back when she feels his hands in her hair, closer than before and her face promptly catches fire. She watches hypnotised as he runs his fingers through them, readjusting some rebel strands as he pleases, ruffling them so they look a little bit wilder and a little less polished. He smiles as he goes in the mirror, seemingly satisfied with whatever it is he’s making of her hair. She knows she’s gaping but she doesn’t bother to close her mouth.

Then, slowly, Adrien untangles his hands from her hair and let them come to rest on her shoulders instead. She sees his face coming next to hers on her left, his hair tingling her cheek and neck and she has to remember what it’s like to breath again. She wonders if he can see her eyes glued to him instead of herself, but if he does he doesn’t acknowledge it as he smiles tenderly at her reflection.

“You’re pretty, Marinette.”

He says it casually, just like that. He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He says it as a fact, some unquestionable fact, and Marinette truly forgets how to breath this time.

Because his words hold such warmth and love and tenderness she’s not quite sure how to respond.

You’re pretty, Marinette. It sounds true to her ears just because of the way he says it. She isn’t even sure she ever wondered if Adrien found her pretty before.

But he does.

“Don’t you agree?” he goes on, unaware of the effects he has on her. He squeezes her shoulders once as he says it, and Marinette wishes his hands could stay here forever, with the sound of his voice oh so close to her ear. It makes her want to be held closer by him and to hide from him at the same time, a weird mixture of sensations she can only dream to begin to understand.

It’s an easy question and a simple touch, and yet it makes her lose all her resteint.

“I...sure? Maybe?”

She hears him smile. He brings his hands around her face, with only the tips of his fingers touching her cheeks and jaw, a soft pressure she can barely sense. He tilts her head up, gently asking her to look at herself this time, to really look at herself.

“It’s not maybe, Marinette. You are.”

And he could have spoken loud and enthusiastically, but Adrien chose to murmur his words instead. He delivers them with such an admiration that Marinette feels, at this very moment, that she is falling in love with him. It makes her wonder how much more in love can someone be and how much place there’s in her heart to contain all of it.

Seeing her reflection being in love, she finds herself agreeing with him.

“I’m pretty,” she whispers.

Adrien grins at that. “You know what else is pretty?”

She bits back the ‘you’ she wants to say, and settles o a questioning frown instead.

Adrien’s fingers delicately slide from her face to her neck and hover above it, barely touching her skin. “Your smile,” he adds in a breath.

She barely has the time to gasp at hearing him speaking with a raw honesty she envies that she feels his fingers tickling her neck and squeals as a first laugh escapes her.

Adrien bursts into laughter, and decides to attack her ribs instead. She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, to turn around to face him as himself and not as his mirrored-self, but it’s too late; she managed to catch her smile and he just proved to her that she’s pretty, all carefree and joy spilling from her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she tells him once they’ve both calmed down.

“You’re welcome.” He frowns. “I didn’t even ask you if you liked your hair.”

She turns to the mirror, and runs a hand through her now messy, wild curls, repeating the motion his hands had done in her hair earlier and smiles.

“I love them.”

#miraculous #ml fanfic #adrinette #mine #myshitwriting

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peterparkerspooderman · 5 years

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Hypnosis

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Summary: You, Harrison, Tom and his brothers all decide to go to a hypnotised. When you decide to volunteer, things start o get interesting.

Warning: non-other than tears of laughter.

A/N: I thought of this at 1 in the morning and I’m writing it at 1 in the morning because my brain will scream, at me otherwise. I would also like to mention that I have been hypnotised before and these are real events but might be modified for comedic purposes. Anyway, enjoy my lovelies.

You sit scrolling on your phone, chilling with the usual gang, Harrison, your boyfriend Tom and his brothers, Sam and Harry when suddenly something gets advertised to you and for once it’s actually something useful.

“Hey guys.” You sit up excitedly, they all look up from their phones, intrigued by your excitement.

“What do you think about going to a hypnotist?” You ask, your excitement already going through the roof. You have always wanted to be hypnotised to see what it was like and this is your chance.

“I don’t know, babe. That seems quite dangerous, don’t you think? He could make you do anything, like anything.” Tom says a look of worry on his face.

“It’s not dangerous and he can’t make you do anything. If something he says goes against your morals, you will refuse. Come on it will be fun.” You plead; you really want to go but you don’t want to go alone.

“Not gonna lie, that sound pretty cool.” Harry says from his spot on the couch.

“Yeah, I agree.” Sam agrees along with you.

“I’m on board.” Harrison pipes in. Now it’s just Tom left to agree. You give him the puppy dog eyes, something he can’t resist.

“Okay fine.” Tom says, finally giving in. You squeal with joy.

“Thank you. Thank you.” You say, smothering his face with kisses. “I’ll book the tickets before they sell out.” You say before going on your phone to book the tickets, an excited smile on your face.

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The days pass by and it’s finally the day of the Hypnotist show. You stand at the theatre door, your body vibrating with excitement. You hope you’re able to get hypnotised because according to the information you researched, not everybody can get hypnotised.

Eventually the doors open and the 5 of you take your seats, you sitting next to Tom. Tom rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze. You look over at him and smile.

“Are you gonna come up with me?” You ask, your voice hopeful.

“No thanks babe. I would much rather be watching you.” He says, a sarcastic smirk on his lips. You give him a playful glare. You lean forward to ask the others if any of them were going to join you on the stage but all of them declined.

“Chickens.” You mutter under your breath, Tom chuckles at your statement.

“What are you laughing at, you’re one of them.” You point out.

“In this case, I don’t mind being one.” He snaps back cheekily. You give him another playful glare but are interrupted by the show starting. You turn to face the stage and take Tom’s hand in yours and rest it on your lap.

“Good evening ladies and Gentlemen. I am Andre the Hilarious Hypnotist and I will be your entertainer for the evening.” Andre introduces himself. He begins talking about the safety precautions and that he is certified to do this. Eventually he stopes speaking and asked the question you’ve been waiting for.

“In order for this show to be a show I’m going to need some volunteers.” He says, looking into the audience.

Immediately you shot out of your seat. You give Tom a quick peck on the lips before making your way to the stage where there are a few chairs placed in a semi-circle shape. You take a seat and the seats beside you start to fill up. You give Tom a nervous smile before your attention was on Andre. He starts explaining to only the people on the stage about how it works and the exercise to follow in order to succumb to the hypnotic state.

You feel yourself start to become sleepy and drowsy. You choose not to fight it and go along with it. You can hear Andre walk around the chairs whispering sleep to them. He eventually comes over to you.

“Sleep” He says before patting your head gently and you instantly feel your body give out. Your head dropping forward. You can feel others leaving but you can’t seem to open your eyes to look.

“When I snap my fingers, you’re going to wake up.” Andre says before snapping his fingers.

You bolt up in your seat, aware as ever. You look over at the boys and their expressions are priceless. Tom and Harrison look horrified and the boys are trying to keep their laughter in, Harry snakingly recording the whole thing.

You look around to see only 3 of you on the stage, excluding Andre.

“You at the end there, come up here.” He says, pointing to you. You get up and stand next to him.

“What is your name?” He says into a microphone before pointing it towards you.

“Y/N” You say into the mic.

“Thank you. Sleep.” He says and your head instantly drops.

“Now when I snap my fingers you will have completely forgotten your name.” Andre says before snapping his fingers. You head raises up like nothing happened.

“So Y/N, what’s your name?” Andre says, pointing the mic to you. You open your mouth to say it but you just couldn’t. You know your name but for some reason you just can’t say it, so you say the first thing that comes out.

“Brenda?” You ask, not entirely sure if it’s actually your name. You hear the audience laugh and you couldn’t be more confused.

“I don’t believe that’s quite it Y/N. Try again.” He says, the audience chuckling, Andre saying your name, but you not catching it.

“It can’t be that hard Y/N. Just think really hard Y/N” He says again. You know your name but you just can’t say it so you stand there confused. Andre seemed to have had enough of it and sent you to sleep and made you remember your name.

The other act involved you and someone else. You and a random guy were standing next to each other on the stage.

“Sleep.” Andre said. Both of your heads dropped.

“Y/N, when I snap my fingers your hand will automatically stick to the wall and you won’t be able to get it off. Michael will try to help you but it will remain stuck.” He says before snapping his fingers.

The moment your head raised your hand flung out and came into contact with the nearest wall. You look at it with genuine confusion. You try pulling it off, but it won’t budge. You prop your foot on the wall and pull. Nothing. You hear the audience laughing. You look to Tom as if asking for help, but you see him laughing with everyone else. This ticks you off a bit. In your head you know it’s not stuck and you can simply remove your hand from the wall but something else in your mind is making you just go with the flow.

Not long after your struggling Michael, one of the people that got hypnotised, came to help you.

“What seems to be the problem? He asks in a casual tone.

“My hand’s stuck. It won’t come off.” You say, genuine worry in your voice.

Michael grabs your wrist and starts pulling. Nothing. He moves to grab your shoulders and pull. Nothing. The crowd’s dying of laugher at this point, but you didn’t care, you just wanted your hand off. Eventually Andre came over and ended the whole thing. He told us to sleep.

“When you here this.” He says before a sexy song came on. “You will find a man and give him a sexy dance.” At this you hear the crowd gasp. He snaps his fingers and we wake. He talks a bit and the sexy song comes on. You, along with the others, jump out of our seats and walk down to the audience.

Your eyes lock with Tom and you see his smile widen into a laugh. You ‘sexily’ waltz to him, weaving through the seats. You plop yourself on his lap and start to ruffle his hair and giving him kisses. You know this is your boyfriend, so you go all out. He too seemed to enjoy it by his hands roaming around your body. The music cuts and you bolt up. Tom’s hands still lingering on your body. You smirk at home before making your way to the stage, sitting on one of the chairs.

“Next time that song comes on you need to choose a different guy.” Andre says before carrying on with other activities. These consisted of laughing juice. The more you drink the funnier it is. Hot seat where the seat suddenly becomes unbearably hot and you jump up. One where Andre makes you forget the number 2 on the number line and convinces you that you have 12 fingers. Everything stops however when you hear the sexy song come on again. Andre’s words ring in your head. “choose a different guy” so you did. You spotted to the first guy and that, unfortunately, was Harry.

You sit yourself on his lap and start playing with his curls. You know this isn’t your boyfriend so there are no kisses and minimal touches, but you wouldn’t do this regularly. You’re telling yourself to get off but the other part doesn’t give a shit. The other part wins. The music suddenly cuts and you realise where you are. You jump off Harry’s lap and look at the others. Tom looks angry while Harrison and Sam are crying with laughter, Harry on the other hand looks quite flustered, his hair a mess and by the rise in his jeans, enjoyed it a little too much.

You walk up to the stage and Andre signs you off. You make your way down to the rest of the boys you couldn’t feel more embarrassed. You all eventually leave the theatre and you’re bombarded with questions.

“Do you remember it?”

“How does it feel?”

“Did you like sitting on my lap?”

“I remember everything. It felt like I was really tired, and my body just took over for me. Like I could of easily opened my eyes or unstick myself but a big part of me was just like, but why would you want to? And no, I didn’t but by the looks of it you pretty sure did.” You sass back at Harry. His cheeks flushed a deep red and earned a slap at the back of the head from Tom.

“Why did you sit on his lap? You could have just sat on mine again.” Tom whines, wrapping his arm around your waist as you guys walked to the car.

“Because he said I had to choose someone different. And I did a lot less with him than with you.” You say, planting a kiss on his lips. Both of his arms circle around your waist, you smile into the kiss. You both break apart and hold hands the way to the car.

“So, Brenda. Will you be driving?” Sam says, snickering to himself.

“Come here you little rascal.” You cry before running and jumping on his back, him holding himself and you up, everyone else bursts out laughing, remembering what you named yourself when you forgot your name.

You are never going to live that down.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland imagine fluff #peter parker #harry holland #harrison osterfield #sam holland

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cobblepot-comfort · 5 years

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The Rescue

Chapter 4 - Cop Loves Cobblepot; Cobblepot Loves Cop - AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19704580/chapters/46632031

“You have blue eyes, Jim. Lovely, deep, soulful blue eyes. I fell in love with them as soon as they met mine.”

Oswald had definitely had worse days than this - and so had Jim.

They were sitting close together on the bed, Oswald propped up on an abundance of pillows with a pillow underneath his damaged leg to support it. Jim had given Oswald his extra strength pain killing tablets - as well as a therapeutic leg rub - so his charge was feeling exceptionally mellow and relaxed.

Jim had a boyish, contented smile on his face that Oswald definitely wanted to see more of, and so he had felt honour bound to heave his heart into his mouth and share the beauty that he looked upon now.

The look of love was in his lover’s eyes and it suited him so well....he looked so adorable, Oswald had feelings he just didn’t want to control. Or hide. Not any more.

“Ahhh - Ozzy. That’s - well, beautiful.” Jim glanced away for a moment and cleared his throat.

“Well, YOU are beautiful, James, so it’s very apt! I swear, I still don’t quite understand what you are doing here with me, like this - in this very romantic situation. I mean, really, Jim,” Oswald frowned, tightly interlacing his fingers in front of him on the covers, “what the hell possessed you to fall for an ugly freak like me?”

Jim looked at Oswald in disbelief. Oswald experienced a sharp intake of breath as Jim’s blue irises swiftly turned to black.

“Oswald - don’t EVER say that about yourself again!” Jim berated, his eyes flashing like two big black diamonds.

Oswald locked gazes with Jim for a moment, hypnotised by the power of his stare.

Then he sighed heavily, closed his eyes and hung his head.

“I’m sorry Jim,” he said. He pursed and flexed his lips thoughtfully.

Then he raised his head and looked at Jim with eyes that were glassy with emotion.

“Jim - dear,” he began tentatively, “it’s difficult for me not to repeat what other people have said to me, especially as they did so more than once. I’m afraid I can’t help it.”

Jim’s face relaxed. “Ahhh, Ozzy,” he sighed. “I’m sorry.”

He came forward and pressed his forehead to Oswald’s, clasping his hands around his face tenderly. Oswald closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

“Oswald - sweetheart - listen to me - those other people were - and are - idiots,” Jim said in a low, rasping voice. “They had no business saying those things to you. They’re cruel words, and what’s more, Ozzy, they are just not true. You are frickin’ BEAUTIFUL, sweetheart, and the people who said those things are just ASSHOLES!” He lifted Oswald’s face and kissed him passionately.

Oswald’s eyes filled up with tears that refused to be quelled.

“Oh - James. James, look what you did to me - I’m a mess!” he sniffed, pulling away and wiping his eyes frantically.

“Damn, where is my silk square when I need it….” he floundered.

“Here, sweetheart,” Jim dug out his own handkerchief and thrust it into Oswald’s shaking hand. “I know it’s not silk, but it IS clean! I’m sorry I made you cry.”

“Thank you honey! And please don’t apologise, these are HAPPY tears,” Oswald smiled, furiously dabbing away at his eyes and cheeks and wiping his nose. The cotton was soft and soothing - not as luxurious as his silk, but it still felt lovely to his wet, sore skin. And it smelt of Jim…his glorious scent was all over it. How could he not be comforted by that?

“Hey, sweetheart - come here,” Jim said softly, and he came forward and pulled Oswald into his arms. Oswald reciprocated eagerly.

“Phew. Well, I’m glad I didn’t upset you,” Jim sighed, rubbing Oswald’s back rhythmically. “I just get angry when I hear that people have hurt you, mentally or physically. I guess I’m really starting to take it personally!”

Oswald gave him a little squeeze. “Thank you,” he murmured.

At that moment, he was reminded of the time when Jim had saved him from being put on a meat slicer by that thug Maroni - just by telling the truth and backing up his story. When the danger had passed, Oswald had made sure to mouth his thanks to Jim when Maroni wasn’t looking. That had been a sweet, fleeting moment of understanding between them.

Of course, he now knew that there had been more to that deed than just altruism. If only he had figured that out at the time!

But better late than never ...they were together now, and that was all that mattered.

Oswald wallowed in the smell of Jim’s warm, smoky vetiver scent and the feel of his lover’s warm body against his. This was heaven on earth and he didn’t want to come down.

Jim’s handkerchief was still clutched tightly in his hand. He wouldn’t let go of that in a hurry, he would make sure to tuck it inside his pillowcase when he was alone.

“Oh, James,” Oswald sighed, pressing his lips gently against Jim’s shoulder. “I could stay here like this all night!”

“Awwww. Ditto!” Jim pressed his lips to Oswald’s crown, burying his nose in his lover’s soft dark hair.

“But Ozzy, you and I need to eat. I’m getting hungry and I’m sure I heard your stomach rumbling once or twice too!”

“Ah, Jim, you heard it! Well then there’s no denying, I am feeling rather peckish, now you come to mention it. Ha! Peckish, do you get that?”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh!” he groaned good humouredly.

“Well, that’s as good as I get on an empty stomach, Jim dear.”

Jim heated up a can of chicken soup for Ozzy and ordered a pepperoni pizza for himself.

“A real balanced diet!” as Oswald remarked, with a cheeky chuckle.

Jim really wished that he could cook.

Oswald offered to cook a meal for them both once he was back on his feet again. (“After all, I used to work in a kitchen, remember - and my mother taught me to cook her own recipes too ...although of course I could never quite reproduce them as well as she could….”)

He had taken away Oswald’s empty bowl, and the plate with the remaining crumbs of the many slices of buttered toast he’d also wolfed down with gusto.

“Your appetite is getting better,” Jim remarked with approval. “But I’m sorry I’m not a great cook, Ozzy”

“Oh, I know you more than make up for that with other skills,” Oswald smiled meaningfully.

Earlier:

Jim warmed up the soup for Oswald’s supper and made slices of toast thickly spread with butter to go with it.

“Mmm, Jim - is that chicken soup I smell?” Oswald enthused, his big blue eyes widening with excitement.

"Yes it is - I know how much you love that.” Jim sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the tray down carefully.

“Oh yes, I do - ah, just a moment - how do YOU know that? I’m certain that I’ve never mentioned it to you, my dear.”

“Ah, hum - well, I heard you muttering in your sleep, “Yes, chicken soup please mother….I love your chicken soup.”

“Oh.” Oswald smiled sadly. “So, I talk in my sleep. I never knew that! That’s me caught out then. Ha! Hmmm. Well, let’s face it, honey - why would I know that, no-one was around to hear me before. Yes, you're right - it was my favourite - well, next to her goulash that is.”

“I’m sorry it’s not as good as your mom’s Ozzy. It’s only out of a can.” Jim shrugged.

“That’s perfectly all right, Jim - you are serving it, and that's all that matters. It will taste delicious because you are giving it to me.”

“Awwww - hey, Ozzy. That’s a lovely thing to say!”

Oswald grinned, plunged the spoon into the creamy broth, raised it up like a trophy and then slurped it eagerly, making yummy noises and giving the thumbs up to demonstrate his point.

“Oh Jim, this soup is delicious - really! Jim, I’m so happy you’re here with me and I’m grateful that you are looking after me like this. No-one did that for me before, well, apart from my mother, and she’s….” he tailed off, tears coming to his eyes.

“Hey, Ozzy ...I'm sorry…I shouldn’t have mentioned your mother. Now you’re upset….”

“No, no, it’s ok Jim, I’ll be fine. I like to talk about my mother. It keeps her alive in a way, you know?” Oswald sniffed and blinked away his tears. Then he spooned more soup into his mouth and bit into a slice of toast. “Mmmm, this is great!” he smiled.

“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Anyway - you know you can talk to me about her - about anything - any time, don’t you Ozzy?”

“Yes - of course Jim. Jim - I hope your pizza will be getting here soon, I feel bad eating in front of you when you have nothing. Here, have a bite of my toast, then I will feel better.”

“It's ok sweetheart, it should be here soon. I have to allow half an hour for delivery and it’s only been 20 minutes. I can wait. And - anyway, Oswald...when we’ve finished eating, I want to talk to you about something.”

“Oh? This sounds very serious Jim.”

“Well, it is - it’s just something we have in common, it can wait til later, but I felt it would be good to share.”

“This is something in addition to our hatred for Galavan and his sister?” Oswald ventured.

“Yes, Ozzy - as well as that.”

“And our love for Gotham, our city of birth?”

“As well as that, too.”

“And being into guys? Well, one guy in particular! I mean, each other *giggle*"

“Yep.” Jim kissed his lover tenderly. "One guy in particular, cos I am very particular!"

“Awwww Jim! You are being so charming to me, do keep it up dear! But Jim, you have me intrigued.” Oswald put down his spoon and folded his arms. “I want to know now, Jim. What else do we have in common that you haven’t shared yet?”

“No, Oswald - after supper. Your soup will get cold.”

“You can put it in the microwave. Seriously, James - please tell me! I want to know. You can’t leave me dangling like this.”

“Well - OK then - if you insist. Oswald - I know what it’s like to have someone I love die in front of me - unlawfully. My father was killed in a hit and run accident. I was there with him - I was just a kid at the time. I witnessed the whole thing.”

Oswald’s face crumpled. His lower lip began to tremble.

“Oh - Jim! Jim, that must have been terrible for you! Darling - here, take the tray away please, never mind the soup - I want to hold you, right now….”

“I’m so sorry, Jim,” Oswald said gently, as he took Jim into his arms, cuddling him as if his life depended on it.

“I’m sorry too,” Jim softly replied, speaking into Oswalds neck. “I’ll make sure Galavan goes down for what he did - and his sister too - that’s a promise.” He rubbed Oswald’s back gently.

“Murdering bitch, Tabitha!” Oswald growled, with a sob in his voice. “Yes, Jim - they both have to pay!”

“Shhh, they will, baby, don’t worry.” Jim kissed Oswald’s crown.

“Baby? Did you just call me baby, Jim?”

“Ah, yes I did, didn’t I?”

Later:

Jim studied Oswald with quiet concern. He asked him if he was feeling better.

“Yes, thank you, Jim, much better. I do apologise for breaking down, I know it’s silly, I’m a grown man for God’s sake…..”

“No, it’s not silly. You just got emotional, there’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, Oswald,” Jim added meaningfully, “I have no doubt that you’re a grown man - I’ve seen the evidence!”

Oswald’s eyes and mouth opened wide with curiosity. “Erm - what?” he faltered.

“Ha, there you go, Cobblepot - your bewildered look. It looks sexy, did you know that? No, of course you didn’t. You’re too modest, we both know that.”

“Er….Jim….thank you, that’s very flattering, but all this is very sudden. All these compliments, I mean...and, now you say you have evidence? What evidence? And evidence of what, exactly?”

“Evidence to support your claim that you’re a grown man. You are clearly well and truly grown up, Oswald. Very grown up!”

“Oh!” Oswald said. He blushed.

“Awww, look at you, going pink. Don’t be bashful, Oswald. You’re very blessed. I couldn’t help but notice when I washed you ...when you were unconscious, and weak - I mean, you obviously couldn’t be expected to wash yourself ...”

“You saw ...you washed my....private parts?! While I was asleep?!”

“Well, I didn’t want you getting bed sores. And I wasn’t going to ask Lee to do it! I tried not to look, but..well…...” Jim stopped and shrugged.

Oswald turned a deep shade of puce.

“Awwwww - Ozzy, come on, it’s something you should be really proud of. And I think I am one lucky sonofabitch!”

“I’m not embarrassed, Jim,” Oswald interrupted hurriedly, “You just - took me by surprise, that’s all. I know I’m big, it’s something I’ve never really thought much about before though. I mean, I never thought anyone would get to appreciate it - or enjoy it!”

“Well - with your kind permission, I would love to get to appreciate AND enjoy it!”

“Of course Jim, that goes without saying! YOU can do with me what you wish. I trust you. And I hope I’ll get to enjoy yours too - very soon.” He smiled coyly.

“You will - and when you’re feeling stronger, I’ll make love to you, Oswald. I promise you. You can’t know how much I’m looking forward to making you mine. But we need to take things slowly, especially as you’re not fully healed yet.”

“I know, James - but I wish we didn’t have to wait….”

“Well, we’ll make it worth waiting for...and, after all, sweetheart - you know there are still other things we can do in the meantime….”

“Oh Jim, yes, of course there are! Shall we start now?” Oswald’s hand started to wander south on Jim’s body.

Jim quickly caught his hand, squeezing it gently.

“Whoa mister - not yet, don’t get me started - supper first, ok? We have to keep up our strength, right?”

“OK Jim - but afterwards…?”

“Yes, afterwards…..after our appetiser, we’ll start on the entree!”

“Oh Jim, I can hardly wait for the first course to be finished….”

Much later - when Oswald was healed and ready:

Afterwards

“Well - I think we managed that, didn’t we, sweetheart?”

“Yes my dear - my own Jim! We managed that a lot more than ok!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“How could I not? With you, Jim? It was meant to be.”

“Awwwww. Thank you Ozzy. Yes, it was meant to be wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Jim. Erm, Jim?”

“Yes, Ozzy?” Jim looked at Oswald with a mellow post-coital smile.

“Erm, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Ask me anything.” Jim gently stroked Oswald’s bare arm distractedly.

“Thank you, Jim. Jim - darling - I was just wondering - when did you find out - I mean, how long have you known - and how did you know - that you were into guys, as well as ladies I mean? And - and - I have to ask you this - has there been anyone else? Any other men, I mean?”

“Well, Oswald, I can’t lie to you. There was someone else. Kind of, anyway - but not in the same league as you. And - nothing like we just shared ...”

“Ahhh. Thank you Jim! But..who, and when, and how? I’m sorry honey, I just have to know.”

“Well, if you really want to know Oswald - my first, what you would call awakening was back in the army, a long time ago. I mean, I’d had suspicions that I was attracted to other guys, but wasn’t sure. Then this one guy - Eduardo - he came on to me, when we were on manoeuvres and paired off together. He pulled me behind a tree where there was no-one around and asked me for a kiss. He said he thought I was gorgeous and hoped I felt the same way as he did.

“He was handsome and I felt flattered, so I let him kiss me. And then afterwards, we started fooling around in secret - any chance we got to be alone, which is no mean feat in the army, but we managed it! Where there’s a will there’s a way, right? Eduardo - he told me he knew right away about me - he had a sixth sense, he said.”

“Eduardo? Hmmm, sounds exotic,” Oswald commented scathingly. “Sorry, Jim,” he continued more levelly, “I digress, I didn’t mean to interrupt your flow. Jim - I feel compelled to ask - how, erm, far did you actually go with him?”

“Well, we didn’t go, erm, all the way. But - we did do oral though...hey, do you mind me sharing this?” Jim paused, as he saw Oswald’s nose wrinkle with distaste.

“No, sorry, of course not Jim - I want to know, please carry on,” Oswald apologised, straightening his face.

“OK - well, he was kind of the dominant one, he knew I was - well, inexperienced, and he made me do stuff to him, practice makes perfect he used to say. I mean he pushed me down on my knees more than once, demanded things ...erm, you know ...then he did them to me, as a ‘reward’, he said, for being good to him.”

“Oh, Jim, he sounds terrible!” Oswald interjected, reaching out and taking Jim’s hand.

Jim smiled gratefully. “It’s ok,” he said. “I can talk about this now.”

“Then,” he resumed, “one day he tried to talk me into being penetrated, and I almost gave in - but there was something about him that made me stop - and question what I was doing with him - and then I ended the relationship. It just didn't feel right somehow.

“He didn’t take it well - but anyway, that was it, we were over.” Jim stopped and a dark expression came to his eyes.

“Are you ok, Jim?” Oswald asked anxiously, reaching out and gently caressing Jim’s jaw with his finger. “He sounds like a brute, and he made you do things you quite clearly weren’t comfortable with.”

“Yeah, I’m fine, like I said it was all in the past. I doubt I’ll see him again.” Jim’s eyes ignited at the feel of Oswald’s touch.

“But if he hurt you, my dear, I would still like to do something about it. Hunt him down and punish him for daring to abuse my beautiful lover.” Oswald pulled Jim into a gentle kiss. “I love you Jim, and I would do anything to protect you - and avenge you too.”

“I know you would Ozzy,” Jim grinned, his eyes becoming even brighter with the feel of Oswald’s lips on his. “And I love you too, and would do anything to protect you, as you know. But - no, sweetheart, there’s no need to do anything about it. I’m over him, and I didn’t give him the chance to hurt me! And what’s more, he is just not worth the effort. Of course, I ended up watching my back afterwards - in more ways than one!”” he added meaningfully.

“But anyway, that’s not important ,” he smiled, “I’m with you now.”

He came close and kissed Oswald tenderly.

“I’m even more convinced now that I made the right decision.”

Jim had held back on the whole story, for fear that Oswald would feel honour bound to take retribution on his ex boyfriend - who Oswald had rightly described as a brute.

What really happened was that Eduardo had come just short of raping him, but luckily he had been too quick and strong and had fought him off - given him a bloodied nose and more than one bruised rib from kicking and punching like his life depended on it - which he was sure was no exaggeration. He had then read him the riot act and ditched him on the spot.

Eduardo had wiped the blood from his nose, his eyes full of fury.

“You’ll regret rejecting me, “ he’d growled savagely. “I promise you that. This isn’t over yet, you faggot.”

“You’ll have to catch me first,” Jim had retorted, and made off as fast as he could.

Eduardo hadn’t managed to catch up with him yet. He hoped he never would.

He hadn’t made good on his threat, but this experience had put Jim off those kind of relations for a good while...a long time in fact, and he’d not entertained the idea of being with another man - not until now.

But now he’d found someone special, someone to love, the process of lovemaking would be gentle, and gradual, careful and full of tenderness. He would see to that.

And it had been beautiful, and had felt right, and he had looked into his lover’s fabulous face with his misted eyes and pretty open lips and felt love overflow from his heart and escape from his body. He’d felt Oswald tremble in his arms, heard his voice confirming in no uncertain terms that he’d reached his climax for the first time - that he belonged to Jim now, and was no longer a virgin.

And he’d panted, gasped, groaned, breathed “I love you,” felt his lover’s heartfelt sighs, returning his sentiment and whispering his name as they rapidly, breathlessly came back down to earth in each other’s arms.

“Yes Jim. It makes perfect sense. You saved AND guarded your virtue and kept it back especially for me! I’m flattered.” Oswald stroked Jim’s cheek tenderly, overjoyed at the boyish smile his touch produced.

“Well, you saved yourself for me, too. That makes me feel very special.”

“Yes, I did, Detective - and yes you ARE special, you were my first in every way, and will be my last, and I am glad too, that it was you. Very glad! Come here ...please…..my dear, I want another kiss….”

Jim didn’t need a repeat invitation....

#jimwald #gobblepot #oswald cobblepot #jim gordon

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Not sure if you're accepting prompts, mind break would be awesome. Maybe an incubus Stiles or Scott turning Derek from " "straight" guy who'll accept blowjobs from men" to "unrepentant anal slut, willing to humiliate himself for master's cock."

Hey Grey! Gonna make it more in line with hypno since I just finished an corruption one!

Snap : Derek/Scott/Stiles

Scott had gotten tickets to a hypnotist show and while he was skeptical of it he wondered if it was going to be fun, the pack went with him all save for Derek; who, in typical Derek fashion demanded that it was bullshit and he was above it all. They all laughed it off while they went out to the show and boy was it a show. It didn’t look like anything out of the ordinary just a show that pulled audience members on stage one by one making them do different things.

It wasn’t until the gang saw Jackson get called up that they finally believed. The hypnotist until now had been making people act like bodybuilders, chickens, animals. He even made one guy think he was stuck to the ground and couldn’t move. With Jackson he made him put on potato sacks and model them as if they were clothes that cost a million bucks. They laughed watching Jackson pose and strut along the stage not even aware of what was happening.

It was real.

Once the show was finished they all asked Jackson about it and he denied everything. Nothing had happened he just watched the show and enjoyed it like the rest of them. It made him curious, how far could it go.

~~~

It was weeks before he made the connection but finally he was ready. Scott went to the loft to meet Derek, him being the only one that didn’t see the show made him the perfect target for his own fun. The alpha didn’t expect anything to happen, heck he expected Derek to stare at him in distain before telling him off but instead he got something different. Instead Scott got a soft noise from him.

Scott nearly shouted out in joy, he did however jump up and down. He composed himself before whatever was happening changed.

“Okay Derek, you’re comfortable, relaxed , ready.” Derek sighed in response to his body losing its tension.

Scott snapped his fingers lightly following what he had read online, he only wished that it were easier to follow. “When you’re woken up after this you will only respond like a dog, but you won’t notice, everything will be as if nothing happened.

Nervous but excited he shook Derek awake and looked at him. “Hey Derek, you alright?” Scott was waiting for something anything that would tell him it worked and his heartbeat raced.

Bark. Bark. Derek barked, smiling at Scott he nodded and went back to his book. His body felt calm and relaxed like he had just rested and it gave him energy. Just enough to almost be mistaken as an afternoon adrenaline kick.

Scott was too busy smiling and reading more that he didn’t hear Stiles coming into the loft.

“Hey Scott, Hey Der. Just left my stuff here yesterday.”

Bark.Bark.Bark.

Stiles stepped back in horror and looked at Scott then back at Derek he was hypnotised. After the show Stiles did some reading of his own and looked into it but he never found it in him to be able to do it. “Scotty! You hypnotised Derek!?” He blurted out loud.

Scott rushed forward and put Derek back under before he could reap the distain of it. He looked embarrassed at Stiles had found out it had barely been 5 minute and he was caught.

“Scotty do you know what this means?” Stiles went after him and pulled open his phone showing pages and sites all with porn and lewd acts and all centring around one thing. Hypnosis.

~~~

The two spend weeks building up to what they wanted. They had spent hours leading up to their plan. After all for the big show they needed to have an audience.

Stiles set it up and Scott made sure it followed through. In the lead up to their big night they had been taking pictures of Derek. Blocking out his face they posted him online. Pictures of him posing in different position to show that it was legit, once they got a following it went from there. They made a profit from Derek’s body, hundreds of pictures of his body. Videos of his body. Soon after they started to toy with him, making the wolf hard and selling pictures of his hard cock leaking over the floor.

The best part was that he had no clue, Derek had no idea. Since he was straight he never crossed into the world and no one talked about this stuff with him. But he had gained a large following they all lived to see Derek hypnotised and his body displayed for them.

But for the cherry on top the boys were cementing everything. Derek’s body had been trained and conditioned to love cock, crave it. Chase the taste of cum. Beg to be filled. Soon that would be more than just his hypnotic state. Soon they would be breaking past his conscious state and burning their commands into his mind.

They first started their show with Derek doing a strip tease. Wearing a tiny thong that didn’t cover anything on his body save for a few centimetres of skin, Derek danced and bent over showing the dildo in his ass that was vibrating away. Neither Scott nor Stiles had fucked the wolf, they waited until now to do it, the night the world would meet the new Derek.

“Okay slut.” Scott’s voice rang through his ears. Time for the big display.

Scott pulled the dildo from other’s loose hole and Stiles followed him with a cam, holding one in his hands and the other trained at the scene. He lined his cock into Derek’s hole and slammed his cock in. Taking use of the last command the boys gave him. The moment his first cock entered his hole he would wake up but retain all his commands, continue to feel them all.

“What!? No. No! oooo hhooooo” Derek’s voice rang with horror screaming as he felt the cock in him. But not from the pain of it from the pleasure of the large dick and the conflicting thoughts his mind raced. “PLEASE noo!” He begged almost like he knew what they were doing.

“Fuck this is one greedy pussy.” Scott grunted as he fucked Derek’s ass. Without needing to warm him up or stretch the other out Scott started immediately at fucking him.

Derek’s body bounced and jerked with Scott’s thrusts the thick cock slamming into him. His face was losing all recognition, the light in his eyes burning and fading as he struggled more and more against him.

Just as Scott felt Derek’s ass squeeze against him he pulled his cock out with a loud pop dropping Derek to the floor and making him whine to the high heavens. “What do you say?” Stiles leaned down with the camera and focused on Derek sans the girthy cock.

“Please noo! huarrhhh Please! I need it deep in me!! Fuck my straight pussy! Fuck my sloppy man cunt!” Derek pleaded with them, his face red and his chest glistening with his drool. He reached between his raised legs and spread his soft hole hooking two of his fingers from each hand and pulling.

Scott pounded Derek into the floor for just shy of an hour and when Stiles had his turn Derek looked like he was an unconscious mess. But he was just cock drunk and lusting for more. Stiles’ and Scott’s phones both buzzed and Scott chuckled deeply showing it to Stiles.

“Looks like the show isn’t over and we’re getting some audience participation, the guys are coming over. Looks like they caught the show.”

#Anonymous #Derek #Stiles #Scott #scribbles #Story Sunday

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forthemultiverse · 6 years

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Written In Ink - Dick Grayson x Reader

Whatever you draw on your skin, appears on your soulmate’s skin too.

You were a little down, and quite bored. Your two best friends had just figured out they were soulmates and you felt like an even bigger third wheel than ever. You had noticed the odd reminders or doodles appear on both of their wrists, but had assumed they must have already noticed too. No. Turns out they were both just really oblivious.

You’d left the pair of them at the library and decided to return to your dorm room to do homework. Since one of your best friends was also your dorm mate, you were pretty sure you’d have the room to yourself all night. You made yourself a warm drink and set up your laptop screen. You needed to write an essay. You weren’t in the mood though. Instead, you turned on Netflix and started clicking through the Rom-Com section.

All that did was encourage you to procrastinate and wallow in your loneliness. Whoever was your soulmate didn’t write on their skin, ever. They probably didn’t even want a soulmate so were deliberately not risking you responding.

Then again, you’d never written anything either.

You didn’t want to ruin someone else’s body with your messy sketches or math problems.

You looked at your desk carefully. A whiteboard marker was just sitting them. Staring at you. Would it really be such a bad thing? Why couldn’t you just write one thing and see if you got a reply?

You rushed to the pen and wrote a simple ‘Hello?’

Dick Grayson had never written on his skin. He knew about the whole soulmate thing, and it completely terrified him. There was someone out there who was destined to be with him, and they would be at a constant risk if he continued to be Nightwing after they met. They would have to be okay with him leaving randomly in the night and coming home with bruises and cuts. They would have to put up with the Wayne family drama and name. It wasn’t fair to them.

He didn’t want to drag them into that life until he felt ready and secure.

The second ‘Hello?’ appeared on his left arm he jumped. He had been pouring himself a bowl of cereal and split some of the milk on the floor.

He started to panic and managed to waste a good few minutes clearing up the milk before running around his apartment like a headless chicken. He crashed from the kitchen, into the living room, and stopped mid-run (one leg in the air and the other bent and supporting all his weight). He was frozen and holding his cereal at a risky angle. He had made so much noise, completely forgetting that Damian was sleeping at his after having a bad nightmare and an argument with Tim.

He tiptoed past the sofa and on to the balcony, grabbing a pen as he went - not checking to see if it was removable or not.

All his other worries and thoughts vanished as he stared at the tiny handwriting on his arm. He didn’t hesitate before replying.

‘HEy.’ he didn’t even notice that he’d accidentally written too capital letters then switched to a lower case y.

‘oh my god, you actually replied!’

The next hour was spent talking about random things. Why you were both up after midnight (he gave a slight lie - ‘a family thing’). He offered to help you with some of the homework and proved to be a lot better at maths than you were. Then he told you that he’d been a mathlete in high school and you had made fun of him a little bit.

‘We haven’t actually swapped names yet! lol.’ you pointed out some time after two thirty.

‘google each other?’ Dick suggested. This could be a first small test. See how you would react to the Wayne information that would definitely come up.

‘y/n y/l/n’ there was a pause as you tried to find more space to write ‘but all my socials are your/user/names’

‘Dick Grayson (or Richard if you want to be full names) and I’m pretty sure you’ll find my socials without having to look very hard.’

‘And google.’

You both started to look each other up. You had done all the talking bonding stuff already. Ten questions about each other, things you love, whether you pour cereal first all milk. Luckily you were both sane and poured cereal first.

‘The Bruce Wayne Family?’

‘That’s the one, anything you find, I can guarantee my family in real life is a lot worse. But I love them, and every crazy second with them is the best crazy second.’

‘Four brothers, a sister, a butler, plus lots of animals and a few very close family friends. Damn. I’m an only child and have no cousins.’

‘Your life must be so quiet.’

‘You live in Bludhaven?’

‘Usually. I’m in Gotham at the moment, like I said, family thing.’ You guys were running out of appropriate places to write on. ‘You’re studying in Keystone City?’

He was looking at an article about you and a mural art piece you did on the side of a building. You had drawn a giant artwork to do with superheroes, mainly focused on Flash and other heroes that had saved Keystone over the years. He laughed thinking that you’d already sketched him and Wally.

‘You’re a cop.” he couldn’t tell if that was a good comment or not. ‘That’s interesting…’

Bad.

‘You don’t like cops?’

‘No, no, no. That’s just stressful for me. But you’re obviously good at your job all the articles make it seem like you love it. How did you decide to be a cop?’

You guys continued writing for another two hours. You didn’t have any lessons until the afternoon anyway, and he didn’t have ‘work’ until the next night.

At about five in the morning, you had officially run out of space to write and finally sent each other a phone number. If only you had done that earlier. Now you could talk to each other without the fear of ink poisoning.

Hearing his voice felt perfect. Each word was filled with energy, even if it was five in the morning and neither of you had slept. He told you about his childhood and how he ended up with Bruce. He talked about his brothers, and you could tell from each passionate sentence that he loved every member of his family so much. He told you that he was standing on his balcony talking because Damian was with him. He told you about his best friends; Wally and Barbara. Wally living in Keystone like you and how Barbara was paralyzed but still a total badass. You were pretty sure you were falling in love.

He let you talk about TV shows you loved, books you read, how you started doing art and all the reasons you only did it on the side. How you’d decided to study law, and the intense internship you had started over Christmas that guaranteed you a position when you graduated. You talked about how your father had passed away when you were young, but your mother was superwomen to you. You talked about the year you had spent travelling with your two best friends and how you’d figured out they were soulmates on that trip - not because you’d seen marks on their skin, but because you could feel the connection they’d had. You’d actually met one of them on that trip and they had followed you back to Keystone and enrolled to study English Literature.

By Seven o’clock, you felt like you knew everything about him. He knew nearly everything about you, whether you both had taken in everything, was a whole other matter. Dick had apparently snuck back into his apartment to find Damian asleep in his bed rather than the couch

By Eight o’clock, you were both halfway through some film. You were on the phone and giving running commentary.

At Eight-thirty, the conversations were interrupted. Bruce and Tim were at Dick’s door to collect Damian. Dick opened the door whilst still on the phone to you, and covered in slightly smudged ink.

“I’m going to have to go for a bit, talk to you later?”

“Definitely.” You hung up the phone and collapsed on to your bed.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if butterflies just started flying out of you right then. You had a giddy smile stuck on your face. Your roommate arrived back to find you sprawled on your bed and covered in ink. They smirked and pulled a blanket over you, setting an alarm to make sure you didn’t miss your afternoon lecture.

“Soulmate?” Tim asked with an amused raised eyebrow. His soulmate was Steph, and they’d both figured it out pretty quickly. Bruce was also pretty lucky considering Selina was Catwoman.

“What gave it away?” Dick couldn’t stop smiling. “She lives in Keystone, and she’s studying law, but she’s really good at art so makes money from that on the side. She likes cooking, she pours cereal then milk, and she is an only child. She took a year to travel the world, her favourite colour is (Fav Colour) and she had really good taste in TV and Movies and I think I’m falling in love. We’ve been up all night. Talking to her is so easy, and she listens so well, and why didn’t you two tell me finding your soulmate was the best thing ever!”

“You only thought to phone her after you’d covered yourself?” Tim teased. “And the clue is the word soulmate. Obviously, a soulmate is the best thing, your dumb avoidance of one was always dumb and that’s what I’ve always said.”

“Shut up. You’re just jealous Steph’s never written over herself for you.”

“Steph draws me happy faces and coffee doodles whenever I’m sad or stressed. I’m good with that. Especially considering Steph only writes in sharpie.”

“Her voice is perfect and hypnotising and…” he started to smile into midair.

“Have you googled her face yet?” Bruce asked, he had dragged Damian out of bed so Tim could apologise.

“I googled her, but I couldn’t be bothered to find a photo of her.”

“Only you would fall in love with a voice you’d only seen on your skin.” Tim rolled his eyes.

#nightwing #nightwing one shot #nightwing x reader #dick grayson #richard grayson #richard grayson x reader #richard grayson one shot #richard grayson soulmate #nightwing soulmate #soulmate au #batman #dc imagine #dc soulmate au #DC comics #Titans #Young Justice

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bonsboo · 7 years

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Thread [II]

- COUNT; 1913 words

- THEMES; greek mythology | supernatural

- PAIRING; demon!jungkook | hunter!reader

- WARNINGS; violence | foul language

Harsh, synthetic lights glared down on me as I slid past Harold’s assistant into the chicken’s coup.

Some poor pitiful humans might metaphorically compare the office to a lion’s den. A lion that hadn’t been fed for a couple months and was growling for the taste of flesh between his teeth.

But I’m not human.

I knew the real Harold Minute - and he wasn’t the cunning predator people imagined him to be.

He was more squawk, less bite.

“Sir,” she bowed respectfully to her superior, “Miss Dane Joe,” she read from her tablet but paused to look over to me as if to ask if that was really my name, before shaking it off and carrying on, “Miss Joe is here to see you.”

Harold merely held up a single finger to silence his employee while he chuckled into the phone against his ear and began to tell his conversation partner a story about recently getting a valet fired at an extremely expensive restaurant.

The assistant sent an apologetic tight lipped smile my way and gestured to the brown leather chair in front of his desk, which I took without hesitation, making myself comfy immediately.

After rearranging some objects on Harold’s desk - working around his propped up feet - the redhead finally left the room, giving you a sympathetic smile that said ‘good luck’.

The door thudded shut and the handsome blonde haired man continued his conversation, even though our meeting had officially begun 7 minutes and 28 seconds ago and I had arrived early.

I absentmindedly pulled at a loose thread from the stitching of the leather chair I was sat on. Poor thing was falling apart. The very thing that held it together coming undone.

My astute senses allowed me to listen to the shuffling steps of the redhead while she walked further away from the room, leaving us to our privacy.

Only when she was a safe distance away did I stand, not yet grabbing the attention of CEO Goldilocks. He gazed comfortably out of the window, relaxed and content.

That needed to change.

Every pad of my boots against the posh wooden flooring seemed to draw his attention away from his phone call and more to me. By the time I had reached his side of the desk and was stoically resting against it, I doubt he was able to register any word from the other end of the line.

“Put the phone down.”

He mumbled a farewell into the device before sliding the red button and throwing it onto the table, leaning back with a sly smirk littering his face. “Anything else you want me to do?”

“Yes. I would appreciate it if your attention didn’t stray from now on. We have important matters to discuss.” He disobeyed almost immediately, eyes falling down to the tight material against my legs and climbing back up reluctantly to my cold eyes.

I stood up straight then, narrowly avoiding his large paw from squeezing my thigh. He grumbled and leaned forward, spinning his chair to face me as I looked out of the glass wall. “What was it you wanted again?”

At least his focus was solely on me now.

“To rectify a mistake.” His muddy orbs flickered up to my own when I peaked over my shoulder at his reaction.

Goldilocks stood up to his full height, a few inches taller than I was, taking off his suit jacket and flinging it on his desk. His eyes gleamed like this was favourite type of foreplay. “What did you do?”

“Oh, I didn’t do anything.” My entire body turned to him now as he moved closer to look down on me. I let my delicate fingers trail up his bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You’re the one who made the mistake.”

Within seconds, my grasp was on his throat and his trachea was being crushed by my delicate fingers.

He croaked and clawed at my grip, helplessly trying to free himself from my merciless hold and failing every time. His human strength was nothing compared to mine.

Shades of pink saturated his face, sending trickles of pleasure throughout my body. Down my arm, across my shoulders. Was I a sadist? Maybe. Did I get the job done? Always.

“I know what you did.” Every time he would try to choke out a word I would only add more pressure, leaving him vulnerable to my deceivingly sweet whispers. “I know you made a deal.” Teasingly, I stoked a fingernail down his hot, tearstained cheek. “With the Devil.”

I released my hold completely and let the now purple-faced idiot fall to the ground, gasping for more oxygen than he could take in.

Always wanting too much.

“Or at least one of his minions, anyway.” Like a beast playing with their food, I circled him with an predatory smile. “The Sisters don’t like it when people make deals with those creatures. It changed things. It ruins their well thought out plans. Makes their job a lot more difficult, which in turn makes mine a lot more difficult.”

Eventually he found the strength to talk. “Y/n. They told me you’d come after me.” I fought against the instinctual twitch and need to run away because of the fact that a pathetic human knew my real name. I rolled my neck instead, preparing my muscles for a potential fight. He breathed out a strained laugh, too exhausted to be wary.

“It’s a shame they left you with no protection, then. What good business partners they are.” It was then that his dull eyes looked up at me, glinting mischievously.

A lazy smirk graced his features, “But they did.”

A crack broke through the room, leaving a splintered door hanging from its hinges. Through the threshold came two monstrously tall men, both dressed in burgundy suits with large knives in their hands. I could recognise the detailing anywhere; a ruby encrusted hilt and a sharp, golden streaked point.

An Abyssus Blade. The only weapon that could kill someone like me.

“Don’t just stand there, you fools! Kill her!” Goldilocks dragged himself away as much as he could, leaving me stood with only the desk between the burly men and I.

They reacted quickly, one throwing his knife at my head, which I dodged and allowed to lodge itself into a cabinet behind me. The other ran up, swiping at my body with his weapon.

I reached for the closest thing to me and my fingertips brushed against Harold’s desk chair. I lifted it up and swung it at the creature, a wheel smacking into his temple and effectively knocking him unconscious.

The first guy’s eyes filled up with a familiar inky black liquid as his gaze fixed on me, moving determinedly around the desk. But his slow and calculated movements didn’t last long and soon he raised his arm, blade in hand. He struck down hard, but didn’t manage to perpetrate his intention, with my agile limbs blocking every attack. He attempted to punch and kick and swing at my body, repetitively following a sequence that I managed to pick up on. He didn’t even last as long as the other one.

I caught him off guard, literally catching his flying fist in mid air, and sent him a gift back in the form of a powerful blow to the stomach. While his body bent over, I gripped his hair tight, keeping his face in place as I drove my knee up into it a few times, until he started getting heavier and I let go of him completely. That’s all it took for the creature to flop to the floor as dead weight, like his friend.

With a grimace at all the blood coating my clothes now, I flicked my hand to see if I could get any of the warm liquid off of it.

Harold stumbled back, realising that his bodyguards had been practically effortlessly knocked out, bracing himself against the glass pane of the window. His breaths were rapid and deep.

Four long strides forward and my hand encircled his throat once again. I pushed him back with so much force that the window shattered under the pressure, shards scattering all over the floor or falling to the pavement below, allowing me to hold his quaking body above the 17 story drop.

The chilled waves of numbing air blew my short dark hair back, giving my victim the chance to peer into the icy eyes of his assassinator.

“Please-” He barely managed to squawk while I played with the inevitable end of his life. “Please.”

I was about to release him, this time letting him fall to his fate, but a voice interrupted me. “Oh, its you again!”

I didn’t turn, but in the fragmented window I saw a familiar sight. Flaming skin, obsidian markings. It was haunting me.

The facade in the window shards stalked closer, “This is the business you’re here for?” His question was so casual, amused almost - reminding me exactly of who he was.

Elevator stranger.

Of course, when I turn my head to acknowledge his presence, he looked completely different to the reflections I had seen in the elevator doors and the shattered window - but exactly the same as how I’d seen him the first time. A tall dark haired man with snow kissed skin and chestnut eyes. He didn’t appear to be affected by the sight of me holding the CEO of a multimillion dollar company out of a window so easily with one hand.

And then the puzzle piece fit.

“Back up, demon.” I hiss and narrow my eyes, he seemed too comfortable to be standing in a room with an assassin who’s main mission in life was to destroy his kind and their ways of contorting the fates. The fact that I had the upperhand should have at least been unsettling for him. “I was just getting to the fun part.”

His lips titled up in return, but he didn’t speak when he started moving closer to us.

The demon’s dark brown eyes were pulsing a tranquil energy through me: it was hypnotising.

I couldn’t look away. Physically, I couldn’t turn my head away and it felt as if invisible hands were holding it in place. His sight never strayed from mine too. For fuck sake, he knew.

“Help me.” Goldilocks spurted, reminding me of our position. He tried kicking out at me, but he was losing consciousness.

I couldn’t clench my fist tighter around his air supply, but I also couldn’t let go completely. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t end this piece of shit’s life if I tried.

Elevator stranger was close now, and I clenched my teeth when he reached up to touch the arm that was holding Harold out of the window.

Heat ignited on my stone limb where his fingers pressed against my jumper. Sliding, they were. Sliding slowly down to my wrist like a serpent slithering in the blistering heat. All the while, hot cocoa and an unquenchable forest fire were all I could see.

“Let him live, y/n.” The demon whispered, his breath warming my cooled face.

And for some reason, I did what he told me to do.

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Who Movie Viewing #1009 and Thoughts

This got so much longer than I expected. Good.

-The opening of the film, with the music and the graphics and the voiceover and the logo... it’s just so incredible. It always gets me hyped and I unironically love it to death.

- “It was a request they should never have granted.” Did Eight really try to blame the Daleks right then. They did... the least... in this entire film... Doctor you just made a deal with the Daleks and the Master at the same time...

- “I was finally beginning to realise that you could never be too careful.” That is never gonna happen.

-Can you believe that I almost forgot how beautiful the gothic Tardis is???????? Don’t worry tho, my love has been reignited now.

-Lee is looking beautiful tonight.

- “Is he rich? Cause where we’re going he better be rich.” Ah yes, this is one of those eps where they go to a dystopian human colony. This time its called America and has awful health care

-The shot of running down the hospital corridor in full ballgown with opera over the top is one of my favourite things ever and is also the most iconic thing I’ll ever see.

-Grace is looking beautiful tonight.

-Brian is such a dick. @Grace dump him.

-Sylvester McCoy literally spent half his time in the film lying down playing dead.

-I haaate gratuitous operation/hospital scenes, and this is horrible, and the fact that I still like this movie so much is amazing.

-Who decided the goo snake was a good idea because its so freaking weird and i do not like it. They should have just made it Crispy crawling around. Then again if I had to watch Crispy crawl into Bruce I would die right here and now.

-Here’s my boy. Eight is looking beautiful tonight.

-The first words anyone spoke to my beautiful boy; “Oh my God. GOD NO!” @the universe, what is your damage

-omg for some reason I’m not sure I had ever noticed Eight was humming to himself before???? As he shambles around the hospital. Is it the same music he heard when he died?? That would make sense

-Eight is literally the most pure and innocent person to ever appear on film??and all I want in my life is for someone to wrap him in warm clothes and love him.

-What does he even do all night?? Does he go Tenth Doctor-esque catatonic?? In the middle of a soaking wet, shattered glass-littered abandoned hospital wing????? I REPEAT: SOMEBODY GIVE MY BOY A HUG AND SOME LOVE

-The dramatic music when Eight picks up the Nixon mask gets me every time. AU where he bonds with it and wears it as part of his outfit, and everywhere he goes people assume he’s a serial killer.

- “What would you like me to call you then?” “Master will do.” Bruce’s wife does not deserve to be kinkshamed in her own home, so I’m going to kinkshame the Master instead who absolutely deserves it, no matter where the fugk he is, for choosing the name in the first place.

-Underrated Gem from the Movie #78001; *Pete is freaked out after having freaked out because he saw the Doctor come back to life* Pete: Y’know what? I’m going home. Grace: Hey Pete, stop off at a psychiatric and pick up more mind-altering drugs. Pete: *completely serious* okay sure. Grace: *looks incredibly concerned*

-I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again; Eight’s outfit looks so comfortable. I want it.

-What the heck is with the guy just glaring at Eight in the hospital waiting room. What is his damage.

-This hospital guy is is crazy, burning all the evidence so that the operation never happened... he’s straight up gonna kill all of those visitors who watched it. This is an episode of CSI in the making.

- “You’re tired of life but afraid of dying.” Eight you’re like 8 hours old, no one gave you the right to be this Real.

-Eight covering his ears when Grace shouts at him is still the cutest thing ever

-What was that one post that was like “Brian took the couch but not his shoes??” because big mood

-Eight and Grace are drop-dead gorgeous in the scene in Grace’s house.

-The Doctor’s apparent ability to know everyone’s future is something added to the movie that’s just as odd and out-of-keeping with the rest of the show as the “half-human” line. One of the EDAs mention that Eight has a special gift to see people’s timelines and stuff that’s unique to this regeneration or something? That’s pretty neat.

-The Master being in the TARDIS when Lee enters means that (a) he knows the Doctor so well that he knows where the spare key is (and had to get a box or hypnotise a passer-by to help him reach it) or (b) while Lee did that quick stunned walk around the outside, he bolted in and played it cool when Lee came back in. Either option is kinda hilarious to me

- “It took me a while with the walking and the talking” Same.

- Lee is looking incredible in this Tardis scene.

-Eight when he gets excited is the cutest thing ever.

-JKLDSJCOSDIVDSCJO The most underappreciated part of the “THESE SHOES” joke is that Grace stares right at the camera like she’s in the Office

-I love the conversation Lee and El Maestro have when they stick their heads in the holes in the Tardis pillars cause that’s a great use of set??? It is literally a crime that this set was never used again and I want an exact copy as my new bedroom.

-In case someone doesn’t know, according to the EDAs the bats in the Tardis are called Jasper and Stewart and they’re twins and adorable.

-So do all ambulance medics look like the Terminator in America or

-Has anyone else read the Wife in Space blog, because the TV Movie one has the line “is the Eye of Harmony making it rain chickens” and honestly #iconic

- “I can’t make your dream come true forever but I can make it come true today!” Like my favourite line in the movie.

-So the Master and Lee don’t do anything while Grace and Eight get the bike. The Master’s like “Scuse me, I gotta wipe this fire extinguisher guff off. You follow them.” and Lee is like “sure bro, just gotta wait for this traffic.

-Talking of #iconic, the music in The Chase.

- “I wish I had my sonic screwdriver” “What?!” Doctor please stop throwing scifi terms at poor Grace.

- “I told you it was small.” “What is it they say?” “Yeah they say that on my planet too.” I can guarantee you that poor Ace Eight does not have a single clue what Grace actually means.

-So the Master just throws up over everyone now huh. That’s his gameplan now huh. Someone please put him out of our misery.

-We’re back in the Tardis and, Those angles..... That lighting........

-Have I mentioned that I love Eight’s hair yet? Because I love Eight’s hair. Also it’s kind of red in some shots and kind of not in others?? idk

- “We haven’t got any time to waste.” “But time to change!” SPEAKING OF ICONIC; “I always” *snap to close up* “Drezzzzzzzzz, for the occasion.”

-Eight: Lee, this is my Tardis. This is my Eye and I'm in my own body! Master: *the fakest laugh I have ever seen* I’m sorry Lee but how did you ever fall for the Master’s lies.

- “In 700 years no one has managed to open the Eye. How did you do it?” I mean, the last person to open the Eye was probably the Master as well? In the Deadly Assassin? (another face wowee. Just goes to show; to enjoy Dr Who all you gotta do is ignore the logic and “science”)

- “What do you mean it won’t work?” *scientist shrugs* Mood.

- “WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF LAST CHANCES” “MORE THAN YOU” I looove the camera shots for those lines, with both of their faces n stuff.

-Lee: YOU LIED TO ME! Master: I can’t believe... my own son...

-Just How Necessary Was The Master / Grace Kiss Exactly 2k17

- “I’M BLIND!” (Oxygen, 2017)

-Grace just saved the planet by hotwiring an alien time machine she has spent 2 minutes on... when will your fave ever

-This climax never has and never will make any sense, but it sure is editted nicely! Very dramatic.

- “What’s a temporal orbit!” Same

-Eight, calmly: Your life force is dying, Master. The Master, the most dramatic shit you’ll ever meet: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-Omg where is that post of just Eight’s leg. Because #iconic

- “You’ve both been somewhere I’ve never been” Doctor you were dead exactly one (1) day ago.

-Grace, Lee and Eight are such a beautiful Tardis team, and between the “I definitely wouldn’t live through that again” scene and the final goodbye scene, they absolutely go on a bunch of adventures together.

-Lee could 100% have just walked away with that gold and Eight obviously wouldn’t have stopped him. But he chose to offer it back to him,, when will your fave

- “See you round Grace!” I bet Lee goes to meet up with Grace again and acts like they’ve been through a lot together, and Grace very quickly cycles from “yes we have” to “wait you straight up tried to get me killed” to “why do you even want to talk to me” to “okay wait I have no one to talk to about this, you can stay”

- “Thank you Doctor.” “No thank You doctor.” What a couple of precious cuties. btw they’re both looking gorgeous and beautiful in this scene, and so was Lee. Just in case you were wondering.

#my posts #long post #dream tardis #doctor who tv movie

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oh-beyond · 7 years

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Xiao Lu - (Little deer) AU - Part 1 of 3

EXO as animals series: Luhan

You had this guide of China since you were 5, your grandfather told you about the legend of the deer beyond Song Shan forest, no one dared getting there, but you will...

Luhan x reader

Deer AU/Fantasy/Romance/Who knows…

Masterlist

EXO hybrid series

‘Y cuenta la leyenda Que en el bosque encantado Había un ciervo encerrado’

‘La damisela que lo encuentre Será recompensada Con un ciervo enamorado’

“Come on Felipe are you chickening out?” you asked extremely pissed.

“No! But what is there for me? The tour guide said this is the limit”

“Susana, you would surely go with me”

“I will go only if Felipe goes”

“And why is that?”

“He’s a guy, call me old fashioned but I will only feel safe if he comes”

“You are the worst friends” you said as you placed the guide back inside your backpack.

Here you were, finally in China, Song Shan forest, your childhood dream, your grandfather had told you about the adventures he had when he was younger, it was time for you to experience your own adventure.

The thing that caught your ear was when he told you about the Xiao Lu’s story, the man that was locked in the little deer’s body for centuries for being greedy and steal the princess riches, he was cursed to immortality in the woods, your grandfather once told you that he saw him when he was filling his flask with water from the river, a little deer was drinking at the opposite side and he saw his reflexion in the water, a handsome young man full of sorrow and regret, when he wanted to get close the deer disappeared.

Just your kind of thing, this was the adventure you needed to live.

“Can you translate what it says here?” asked the tour guide.

“It’s Spanish, it says that there’s a deer locked and the girl that finds him will be rewarded with the deer’s love” you replied enthusiastically.

“Well the story we know is different, about a 1000 years ago the queen got engaged to a peasant, she ignored his background because of his beauty, she truly loved him but he just wanted to steal everything he could, when he got discovered she casted a spell on him transforming him into a deer, but of course it’s all a myth”

“Sounds sad” you said “I’d love to look for this deer”

The tour guide thought that you were crazy and advised you that the other side of the forest was dangerous, Felipe and Susana already said that they will not join, but you were not just going to leave.

“I’m going, wait for me at the hotel, tomorrow evening I will be there I promise”

“You are crazy” said Susana.

“I have all I need, I’ll camp and be in my sleeping bag holding the knife and the pepper spray, don’t worry about me, it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve slept in the wilderness ”

You took a sidetrack and off you went climbing the first hill you encountered, it was very cold already and you haven’t even walked half the way were your grandfather had appointed in the map.

The forest started to look different, higher trees and darker paths, sounds of different animals were audible as it was getting darker, creepier... you thought to camp there and continue in the morning.

Your tent was set, you just wished the heavy wind won’t blow you away as you sleep tonight.

The sound of the wind, and the weather that dropped incredibly, wolves howling, you seriously thought of going back but it was too dark already, just sleep it up...

‘Come and find me, I need your help, I was waiting for you all this time, you are who I was waiting for, I am sure you are the one’

You couldn’t sleep, and you heard this clearly in your ear, it was someone talking from afar, yet with such an incredible clarity despite the wind.

“Who are you?”

‘I need your help, please come and rescue me’

“How do I find you?” you asked now straightening yourself openeing the sleeping bag sounding crazy to be replying to these voices.

‘Follow the red lights, look at the mountain you will find me there’

“But it’s dark now”

‘It won’t be dark when you take the path of the red lights’

You were insane, you knew you were, you just put on everything you had and wrapped your face with your scarf looking around you in the pitch black surroundings, and there they were, red lights making a path for you to follow, not really sure what kind of lighting it was or who or what made it glow in the dark but you just followed, running towards it holding onto our torch for dear life, what power had you taking this decision you still didn’t know, you wanted to see the deer, you knew it was him, and he needed help, and your insane self knew that you could help him.

You kept going up, but it was tiring you were short of breath you stopped for a moment and you noticed that something might of been following you.

‘Don’t stop in the way, it’s not safe, I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happens to you, please keep running to the safety of my place’

You run and run and run till you found yourself in a cliff suddenly the moon making the way more visible.

“Where? I reached the cliff”

‘Turn right, and keep walking till you find a small temple, you can’t miss it’

You did as the voice said, you trusted this voice and there it was, a small version of the palaces you visited during the week, a temple-like building, very small yet impressive in it’s golden and red vibrant colours radiating as little candles lightened it in the middle of the forest, it was like a magnet.

‘Come and meet me, come and save me’

You run towards it just then you felt the wolves that were creeping behind you run faster you screamed when your turned around and saw the 3 pair of amber eyes behind you, when you got closer they stopped as fearing the place, the door was opened and when you entered it closed with a heavy noise that made you gasp, you reached for any handle to try and check if it could be opened but in vain.

“You came my lady”

“Who are you? Show yourself”

“It was very easy to convince you, are you here for my riches?”

“I am here because I heard that someone needs my help” you spoke looking around you, the voice of this man didn’t sound as inviting as before, and certainly not in need of help “are you the Xiao Lu?”

Silence.

“Answer me are you? I believe the story, I heard about it, my grandfather said that he saw your reflexion in the lake about 50 years ago”

“You are the man’s granddaughter? I remember him, he couldn’t help me, but you can”

“Just show yourself, please and I will help you”

“You know what the price of helping me is?”

‘N-no?”

“Would you give your all for this greedy peasant?”

“What do you mean?”

No answer was heard, you got curious and wandered in the temple, the were a set of 4 doors at the end of the small corridor, you knocked on the first one, you knocked on the second one, you were about to knock on the third but it opened by itself before touching it, the creaking sound gave you the chills, what price was Xiao Lu referring to?

“Here you will stay forever, giving me your place as you take mine”

It sounded sinister, his voice and what he was proposing, didn’t match the view of the fawn and it’s reflexion in the mirror in front of it.

This sturdy handsome man that had his eyes closed, his features inviting, his beauty like no one else’s his skin flawless, his lips full and soft looking, he was a gift from the gods or you were delusional because men like this didn’t exist.

“The minute you try to escape you will be cursed and I will be free”

“And who said I want to be free? Maybe my kindness paid off and my reward was having the pleasure to presence and share some words with you”

The man opened his eyes surprised at your words, you didn’t fear anything and were completely hypnotised by him, when he saw you walk towards the mirror he questioned your sanity, you had the chance to still escape but you didn’t even try and instead you reached to touch the mirror discovering that wasn’t a mirror, your hand entered as if it were a window, your other hand followed and took his both hands pulling him out, the small fawn entered and the man joined you, his eyes doubled in size pinching himself not believing he was out, he looked around in panic holding onto his head as he touched his chest and forearms, suddenly shivering.

“It’s cold, it’s very cold”

You took one of the quilts from the royal looking bed and wrapped his shoulders with it, just then he made eye contact with you, direct and straight into your eyes and soul.

“Nice to meet you Xiao Lu” you whispered not believing that you were in front of this or if this was even real.

“Please call me LuHan, that is my real name, I miss someone addressing me with my name”

“Lu-Han...”

“And I’m glad that after all these years it came out from a girl like you it sounds beautiful coming out from your lips”

This guy was dangerous... the goosebumps forming all over your body warned you.

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A/N: But my Lu, it’s so hard to write him because ultimate bias issues (shy, shy, shy)

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed ^_~

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Tino: Welcome Business First TV. My name is Tino. If you're listening on Business Radio, welcome to you. And if you're reading, welcome to you too. I have a pleasure of having with me today, Dionne, from a company called What If, and Dionne's going to tell us all about it and what she does. Dionne, welcome to the show.

Dionne Curtis: Hi, how are you?

Tino: I'm fine, thank you. How are you?

Dionne Curtis: I'm good, thank you.

Tino: Good.

Dionne Curtis: What If therapy ... I'm actually a hypnotherapist, but I also trained in NLP. I have a mixture of the both in order ... And what I actually do is help to fix people when they're in a stuck state of mind and I do my stuff and get them out of that stuck state of mind. I use, as I said, NLP and hypnosis. Also, some TFT, which is a tapping therapy, which I'm not sure if you've heard about. It was-

Tino: It all sounds a bit scary to me, so, well ...

Dionne Curtis: Oh, well, this is the problem sometimes with people. When you talk to somebody about hypnosis, immediately Paul McKenna springs to mind or-

Tino: I'm a rabbit.

Dionne Curtis: Yes, yes. And you see those guys-

Tino: You're going to make me bark.

Dionne Curtis: Yes. See the guys on stage clucking like a chicken or barking like a dog. That is actually not what I do with people, fortunately. But the people that are doing that, they naturally want to do that. So they would be the people on stage or they would be the people at the front of the crowd who ... Perhaps they take their clothes off and run around naked or do whatever. You cannot make somebody do something under hypnosis that they would not do ordinarily in proper life, in their real life.

Tino: Okay.

Dionne Curtis: And also, when people go to those shows, they are sort of vetted and you see them at the front, "Who wants to be hypnotised?" And they're like, "Yes, me, me, me!" Which is lovely and it's lots and lots of fun, but when you do what I do, lots of people go, "Oh my god, are you going to take my pin number?"

Tino: Okay.

Dionne Curtis: No, I can't take your pin number.

Tino: Okay. All right.

Dionne Curtis: But what it actually is in reality, you do 10% of what you do is done consciously.

Tino: Okay.

Dionne Curtis: So 90% is done with your subconscious or in your unconscious mind. It made sense to me, a lot of people get stuck in different behaviours. Some people have a phobia and they develop it really, really quickly. But they keep repeating that behaviour because they're stuck in it. Now, with hypnosis and NLP, you get them unstuck from that situation. So you can change their minds or change their behaviour around certain things. All psychological, and it's quick and it's easy and there's no side effects.

Tino: Okay.

Dionne Curtis: And so, even with hypnosis, what I also love about it is you do some deep relaxation. It's like putting things back into balance for people. So in life, look at it like a big old... Do you remember those beer barrels? In life, you slosh around in the middle, everything's fine. Everything's wonderful. Sometimes, your beer level gets right up to the top. And when it does, things sort of start to slip out.

An hour or 20 minutes, half an hour of deep relaxation brings everything back down again.

Tino: Wow.

Dionne Curtis: Because if you think, you actually know the solutions to all of your problems. You just don't ...

Tino: Really?

Dionne Curtis: Yes, you do, really. I mean, there's some things in life that you can't fix, obviously, that are out of your control. But the stuff that is in your control, you kinda do know what to do about it. You just don't really think so hard because you're stuck in the moment, stuck in the problem.

Tino: Okay.

For people who don't know, what is NLP? What does that mean?

Dionne Curtis: NLP is neuro linguistic programming. Couldn't even say it then. And what that is, it's a therapy that's been developed by Richard Bandler in the States. To put it very basically, your brain is programmed to make patterns. But what your brain doesn't differentiate between is what's good for your behavior-wise and what's bad for you. It will just make a pattern.

So, for instance, if you were going over a bridge, you had a really bad phone call. A phone call that told you something dreadful had happened, some people will associate that bad feeling with going over a bridge.

Tino: Oh, okay.

Dionne Curtis: So possibly, the next time they go over a bridge, they get a bad feeling and they don't actually know why. And every time that they do that, it just reinforces the behaviour pattern. So you get stuck.

So what NLP does is take you back to where it first happened or how it happened, or whatever formed the behaviour. Sometimes people know, sometimes they don't. Again, this is where hypnosis comes in because you can put people into a light trance to take them back to the place where it actually started.

And then what you basically do is give them a new pattern.

Tino: Okay. Wow.

Dionne Curtis: But that is exactly what happens.

Tino: But it sounds very hocus-pocus.

Dionne Curtis: If your child has an accident, which has been known to happen, people, like the mother sees the accident. They go running towards a fence which they never in their life would be able to jump. Not possible for them, they couldn't do it. In that amount of extreme stress, they will jump it because their brain is telling them they need to get to their child. So their brain can do extraordinary things.

People create pain. When some people get stressed, and they'll say, "Oh, I have a pain in the neck" or "I've got really, really bad back pain." Your brain is creating that pain. It's saying to you, you need to slow down, you need to stop.

Tino: Okay. All right.

Dionne Curtis: Now, if you accept that that's possible, then that would sound like hocus-pocus. Why on Earth would I get a pain just because I'm stressed?

Tino: Yeah, yeah. Absolutely, you're right.

Dionne Curtis: But people do. And more and more in today's society, because people are doing more than they actually can cope with and they're not getting rid of their stress, they build up all of these different things.

So, to me, it just makes sense. If you agree with the fact that your brain does have patterns, and you can change them ... Like phobias. People get phobias like that. So, what is a phobia?

Tino: You tell me.

Dionne Curtis: It's an irrational fear about something that's not actually going to hurt you, or not actually going to do you any harm. Again, you could say, well flying, it could possibly do you harm. But if you look at the statistics, statistically, that's easy for me to say ... You are in less danger getting on an aeroplane than you are walking along the road, getting in a car, for accidents-wise. So it's irrational for somebody to have a fear to get on an aeroplane.

Spiders. In the UK, we might have a few that can give you a bit of a nasty bite but they can't actually kill you.

Tino: Oh, I quite like spiders.

Dionne Curtis: Exactly. But lots of people have irrational fears about spiders.

Tino: Well, I understand that.

Dionne Curtis: To me, if you've got an irrational fear about something and you're looking at NLP and you're thinking it's hocus-pocus, that's an irrational answer to an irrational fear. So you should be ... In my mind, that means that we can fix it.

Tino: Absolutely.

Dionne Curtis: And I have ... When you see people that come in and they're, especially, they come in to me and they have this treatment. And I like to do my treatment with fun. I'm not, if it was a life-threatening disease or something like that, A) I'm not qualified and B) that's not ... I wouldn't be joking about something like that.

Tino: Sure.

Dionne Curtis: But when people come in to me, I do stuff with fun. Because why shouldn't you be able to be fixed by having fun with somebody? Laughter is one off the best things psychologically to be able to over things. If you can begin to laugh at something in your mind, you've already changed the way you think about it.

So using laughter, for me in my practise, is sort of almost key to some of the things that I can unlock and get people fixed from.

Tino: Sounds like you have a wealth of experience there.

Dionne Curtis: We do. Also, now at the moment, I've got, I'm actually working at the Mellon Cancer Centre at East Surrey Hospital Redhill. That's not, I wouldn't be using too much fun, obviously, in some situations like that but I find, for me, it's really, really rewarding because the guys come in and they may have, they've got different issues. Maybe before or after they've had treatment. And they don't necessarily know what to do or how to get stuck out of the memories of the situation that they've been put in.

And for me to sit with those guys for an hour or two hours ... They come in. It's all done on a voluntary basis and the work that they do at the Mellon Centre is actually fantastic. I'm just part of a crew. I'm the only hypnotherapist that they have. But we have all sorts of different ... It's just holistic therapies there. And they all come in.

And to see those guys walk back out, knowing that you've taken a trouble away from them or you've taken away that they think about something away from them. And you can actually see, physically see the changes in their face. And although I'm giving them something, what they give me back just makes it ... You can only walk around with a smile on your face all day. Obviously, you get bad days but normally, it just makes you feel wonderful having helped somebody out of a situation that there's no need for people to be stuck in these situations. But they just don't know how to get out of them.

So they come to me. I just kind of guide them. They actually do all the work, although they don't know it. I just show them what the process is that they have to follow.

Tino: What's your ideal client look like?

Dionne Curtis: My ideal client looks like somebody who is basically a lovely person, and I believe in the good in most people anyway. A really nice person who's got to the end of their tether and they come to me ready for change. They want to change. They've really had enough of the way that they're living their life.

They know, perhaps, it's irrational or it's just wearing them down. And you can almost see people come in, when they say, with the weight of the world on their shoulders, some people do actually carry it like that and you can see them in their demeanour and their body language.

So my ideal customer will come in to me like that. We do an hour or an hour and a half, depending on what it is, how complex it is. And they walk back out and they've grown in stature, and they would have a smile on their face. And they would also be armed with the tools that they need in order to carry on doing what they're doing.

Tino: How do people find out more?

Dionne Curtis: They can visit my website, which is www.whatiftherapy.co.uk. Or they can email me, which is dionne ... And I'll spell that 'cause it is a difficult one, D-I-O-double

[email protected]

Tino: Now, I know you're also involved in the Women Works.

Dionne Curtis: Yes, I am.

Tino: What do you do there?

Dionne Curtis: Now, that's a different story.

Tino: Okay.

Dionne Curtis: You should be careful what you do at dinner with friends.

So, in my past life, I was a director of an exhibition company, an international exhibition company. I was the operations and projects director. 25 years in. Which is a wonderful industry but I wanted to do something else. My children are grown and left home, and I felt I needed something more for me than just to keep doing with the client.

So, I decided to retrain and do the hypnotherapy. And I was having dinner at Allia's house, the founder of Women Work, and we were talking about Women Work and the idea that had started really, really small and it's sort of grown snowballed. And it got a little bit more than she could actually handle.

And I, in the moment, said, "Well, that's what I do. Or that's what I did. I can help you. How wonderful. Let me be involved." Without knowing too much about it. And then I found out more about it and I thought, wow, this is incredible. All these women, all these people giving all of this time for free or voluntarily. I need to be involved in this. This is fantastic.

So what I actually do with Women Work is all the backroom stuff, all the organising. Once we've got all the speakers, then they're all passed over to me, I make sure they've got all of the equipment that they need in order to perform. I write the schedules for everybody to make sure everybody's there on time. They all check in with me. Actually, I should just have a big stick and say, "I am the organiser."

And that's basically what I do, using the skills that I'd had from all those year working exhibitions. But it's actually a better, a richer experience for me because you can get to see all these wonderful people that come in. I mean, last year was our first event and it was fantastic.

Tino: Very busy. I was there.

Dionne Curtis: And but it was even ... It was the atmosphere of the busyness. You see some people and they come in with something. And the people that were inspirational, the talks that they were giving were so inspiring.

Tino: Yeah, they were.

Dionne Curtis: And people even since have come up and said, "Wow, that was fantastic. I was doing things this way and now I realise, I don't actually have to do that. I can change my life. I can change who I am or how I'm doing this stuff."

And I know it brought together a whole community within Tunbridge Wells, which again, was wonderful. So that's why I'm still involved in it. And I wish we will be doing the same thing this year. Only this year ...

Tino: How exciting.

Dionne Curtis: This year, I'm going to do another talk, though. This year, I'm actually going to do it.

Tino: 2018?

Dionne Curtis: 2018. April the 20th in Solomon's Estate, which is a beautiful place. I don't know if you've ... Have you ever been there?

Tino: I have not but I intend to go then.

Dionne Curtis: It's a lovely place, lovely setting. And we have four different areas. All of the details are all on the website. I can't ... If I sat here and talked to you about it exactly, we'd be here forever and that would be that.

All the details are on the website. And we're going trying to bring together as many people, inspirational people for women. It's not exclusively for women. Men are welcome to come in. But you have to have sort of like a main theme and our main theme is women at the moment. And it's just going to be such a wonderful day.

Again, as I said, we have four different areas. We have lunch breaks, coffee breaks. We have coffee breaks and lunch breaks where people will be able to network. We've got a small exhibition area. It's 20 stands. And again, it's going to be, most of the speakers will have a stand so if you actually miss their talk or if you want to know more information, go to the exhibition. They're there, gonna be there all day so you've got plenty of time to have a chat with them.

Tino: Sounds exciting.

Dionne Curtis: Yes. Very, very excited. Can't wait to do it.

Tino: If it's anything like the last one, it's going to be a storm.

Dionne Curtis: Yeah, yeah.

Tino: Bit of a long day, though, isn't it? 'Cause you have the speakers throughout the day, there's the stuff throughout the day but there's an evening thing as well, isn't there?

Dionne Curtis: We're not doing an evening thing this year at the moment. We can change that. It depends on the requests that we get. At the moment, everyone's thinking that the day is going to be enough. 'Cause we've extended the periods of people speaking.

Tino: It's longer, yeah.

Dionne Curtis: And it starts like 9:30 in the morning. We're going 'til 5:30, might possibly 6:00 in the evening.

Tino: Wonderful.

Dionne Curtis: So to keep someone concentrated all that time is quite a long event.

Tino: Just briefly, how do people find out more?

Dionne Curtis: There is at the website, www.womenworkevents.com. And all the information's on there. The program's not there until after Christmas 'cause we don't want to bombard everybody with too much information straight away. You can register your interest as a speaker, register your interest as an attendee. And then, once the new year's up and running, all the tickets will be available and the full programme, be available for anyone to see and book onto their workshops.

Tino: Amazing. Dionne, thanks for coming on the show.

Dionne Curtis: You're welcome, thanks for having me.

Tino: . Thank you for watching.

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