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mochinek0 · 4 months

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Wrong Wayne

Marinette was shocked when she got to work that day, at Wayne Enterprise. Someone had set up a desk and laptop, outside of Damian's office. Some random girl was sitting there, smiling.

Marinette walked over to the office and the girl jumped up from her desk.

"Mr. Wayne, isn't in." she smiled, "Do you have an appointment? I can let him know who you are when he arrives."

"And you are?" Marinette questioned.

"I'm Damian Wayne's newest secretary." she answered.

Marinette turned around and pulled her cell phone out. She immediately began to text Tim.

Coffee Buddy: We have a sitch in front of Damian's office. Bring up CCTV.

Espresso King: Who is that?

Coffee Buddy: Claims new secretary. Send security up and look thru footage. Must have moved someone's desk cuz I can still see my desk in the office.

Espresso King: Got it

Not a minute later, Damian stepped out of the elevator.

"Mr. Wayne, I-" the new secretary began.

"Who the fuck is this?" Damian asked.

The secretary panicked, "I-I didn't get her name! I'm very sorry! I-"

Damian glared at her, "Did I ask you? Marinette, who the fuck is this?"

"She claims to be your new secretary." Marinette answered, "Damian, you didn't tell me you were firing me."

The girl paled, further.

"You-You're stuff was cleared out!" she shouted, "It should be obvious now that you're no longer needed here!"

Marinette sighed, "My stuff is in Mr. Wayne's office."

Damian opened the door, allowing the girl to peer inside. As Marinette stated, there were two desks. One by the door, which she could tell belonged to his actual secretary. The other desk by the windows, must belong to Damian.

"Why?" she questioned.

"I'm barely here." Damian stated, "Marinette does most of the work to keep me updated. I'm here only when I need to be and only then."

Mari smiled, "You have a meeting in ten minutes. I left the details on your desk last night. It's with the board of directors for the new animal clinics on 5th and Main. There's a list on top of important bullet points for you to scan over on the first page."

Damian nodded as he headed to his desk. He picked up the packet and quickly started to read it over.

The lady looked around when security got on the floor. Marinette stood by as they put her in handcuffs.

"Why are you doing this?" she screamed, "I work for Mr. Wayne."

"No, you don't." stated Damian, "I do not know who you are. I tell every secretary, I fire, when it is their last two weeks. Miss Dupain-Cheng is by far, the best person to do the job assigned to her. I have no intention of letting her go."

"You bitch! You can't separate us now! We were meant to be!" the lady shouted, "You helped me that day at the Gala.. You picked up my bracelet after that jerk threw it!

"I rarely attend those annoying things." Damian spoke, "When I do, I tend to stay away from people. The last thing I would do is go out of my way for some trinket."

"We were ten." she smiled, "It was like a dream come true."

"I never stepped foot in Gotham until I was ten." the Wayne heir replied, "My first gala was at age thirteen."

"N-No!" she screamed, stomping her foot, " We met when we were ten!"

"You are likely thinking of one of the children my father adopted; liekly Drake." Damian announced, "He was the youngest Wayne before me."

"Drake?" the girl questioned.

"Timothy Drake-Wayne is the current Co-CEO with Mr. Bruce Wayne." Mari declared, "Timothy Drake became a Wayne at age twelve. Before that, he was heir to the Drake Industries. Mr. Wayne took him in after his parents past away and his step-mother was admitted to a facility in Bludhaven."

"Sharing my life story, Coffee Buddy?" Tim questioned, announcing himself, "We found out who the mystery secretary is. Her name is Maybel Evergreen. Her brother is a night guard. We're having GCPD heading to pick him up now."

"No!" Maybel screamed, "He didn't know about this! I told him I had a lot of work to do and wasn't given my badge, yet! He really thinks I work here! He's a single dad of a two year old. Please, I'll-I'll tell you everything just don't involve him!"

"We'll see if that's true." he spoke, walking away.

He made a call to GCPD to pick up the girl and leave the brother for leverage.

As he walked back to the sobbing lady, he looked her over, closely.

'She seems familiar.'

He snapped his fingers, gaining everyone's attention.

"Gold bracelet with opals." He called out.

"Told you." Damian muttered.

The lady looked at him shocked and nodded.

"Why did you harass my younger brother?" Tim questioned.

"Actually, she mixed you two up." Marinette explained.

"Us?" Tim asked, "Me?"

Damian sighed, annoyed, "She claims to have a crush on you since you helped her that day with her trinket. She wanted to 'help' you, too."

Tim blushed, "Oh, um, that's nice, but I'm afraid I'm seeing someone. His name is Bernard."

"Oh." she spoke, looking down at the floor.

"If you still....want to help, you can always apply." Tim offered.

"Really?" Maybel asked.

"You're dedicated; that's for sure." Tim chuckled, "You do still have to go to the GCPD and they can figure out what the damage is. Next time, just apply. I cannot guarantee that you will work with me, though."

Maybel smiled, "Thank you."

"Damian, you have a meeting in three." Marinette announced.

Damian locked the office and left with Marinette at his heels, reading over the packet.

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probablyasocialecologist · 2 months

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The broadcasts follow prison officials into detention centers to document the mistreatment of prisoners, which seems to be something that the officials — and apparently the viewers — find satisfying rather than revolting. The airing of these snuff films is a demonstration of societal sadism. As Yumna Patel has recently reported, several rights groups have sounded the alarm over the widespread and systemic abuse that Palestinian prisoners face at the hands of the Israeli authorities. These groups’ calls have been unintentionally buttressed by Israeli soldiers’ unapologetic videos of themselves torturing or demeaning Palestinian detainees, which they boastfully post on social media. Now, it seems that the phenomenon has expanded to mainstream Israeli television. The two aforementioned reports on Channel 14 (threads with subtitles can be found here and here) contained footage of actual interrogation sessions during which torture was used. The Channel 13 report did not, but it exposed some of the worst prison conditions to be broadcast to the public. These conditions include forcing prisoners to live in inhumane conditions and subjecting them to torture and harassment.

[...]

“Here, we see the cells in which the Nukhba terrorists are held,” the narrator says. The “Nukhba” refers to elite Hamas-led fighters who carried out the October 7 attack. In the cell, viewers notice metal bunkbeds without mattresses, and instead of a toilet, there is just a hole in the floor. The room is almost completely dark throughout the day, and prisoners have their hands and legs chained together. We hear attack dogs barking constantly as prisoners are made to kneel while bound and blindfolded, their heads touching the floor. “This is how it should be,” a guard says. “This is how a Nukhba prisoner should be…what happened on October 7 will never return.” In another scene, a guard shouts at prisoners as dogs continue to bark incessantly. “Heads down! Heads on the floor!” he yells. “There are many prisoners here that I personally saw at the [October 7] events,” a prison official says, taking pride in humiliating them. “The difference is that this time, he is afraid, shaking, with his head on the floor…no Allahu Akbar, nothing. You won’t hear a squeak from him.” “They have no mattresses,” says a warden shift commander. “They have nothing…we control them 100% — their food, their shackling, their sleep…[we] show them we are the masters of the house.” Even without knowing the background to that phrase, to hear him say it is chilling. “Masters of the house” was the election slogan of Itamar Ben-Gvir, the Jewish Power leader and current Minister of National Security. Ben-Gvir declared war on Palestinian prisoners long before October 7, and this has included shutting down bakeries that supply bread to prisoners — described by Ben-Gvir as an “indulgence” — and drastically limiting prisoners’ water use. So now it’s become much worse.

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fazedlight · 5 months

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“KARA!” Lena screamed. I killed her, Lena grieved.

She didn’t have time to linger as Eve attacked her again, Lena throwing one last punch before she found herself scrambling out of her jet. The explosion killed her, Lena’s mind shouted, thrashing in agony, a litany of damnation that she should never have brought Kara to Kaznia in the first place. It’s all my fault.

But to her astonishment, in the dark, a figure shifted ahead - blonde and burning and bright, and Lena thought for half a second to run back for the fire extinguisher, that Kara might be saved.

But as the figure turned, somehow unaffected by the flames that adorned her like a god, Lena halted. Kara looked concerned, confused. But she didn’t look injured.

Lena’s eyes drifted lower, to the bright S now etched on Kara’s chest, solid blue emerging amidst her burnt clothing. “Kara…”

“Lena,” Kara breathed, reluctance written on her face.

Lena hesitated a moment longer, before taking step after careful step, approaching the reporter as the embers continued to burn across her body. Lena’s hand drifted to the top of the suit’s crest, just below Kara’s neck, where yellow met red. Oh.

It was too much - the whiplash of the explosion, thinking that Lena had carelessly killed her best friend, to realizing that the reporter had once thrown that’s not a great question for a Luthor to ask someone in my family back in her face.

Kara Danvers was her best friend. Did she ever really exist?

“Lena…” Kara whispered again.

Lena dropped her hand, her eyes raised to Kara’s, looking her over again. “Don’t,” she said. Without another word, Lena turned on her heel, and went back to her jet.

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The flight back from Kaznia was longer alone.

Plenty of time for Lena to fume and grieve, for her to rage internally at weathering yet another deceit. Kara Danvers - or whatever the hell she was really called - had used her, betrayed her, spied on her.

Somewhere in the back of Lena’s mind, there was a different acknowledgment - that her glide ratio in her custom-designed jet was good, but not good enough to reach the Kaznian runway when the engines had failed. That her assumption at the time that mountain updrafts had saved her ran contrary to the now-more-obvious explanation - that the kryptonian had saved her from aviation incidents three times now.

Lena looked out the side of the window, where dawn was slowly rising. She desperately needed sleep, but was too wired from watching her best friend be blown up - and then revealed to be a traitor - and sleep was just… not going to happen.

Lena could swear that she was seeing glints of red and blue, just behind her plane, a kryptonian possibly trying to stay out of sight while still being protective. It was infuriating.

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It’s not Kara, Lena’s mind begged, trying to convince herself that the dead kryptonian was the clone she had learned about in Kaznia. It can’t be Kara.

It was with overwhelming horror that Lena watched the footage of Kaznia’s failed invasion, her brother parading around a dead kryptonian in his lexosuit arms, the supposed traitor Supergirl.

He was a hero. For killing her. It can't be Kara. It can’t it can’t it can’t-

Trying to still her trembling fingers, Lena picked up her phone, trying to figure out what to text, what to say, anything to get a response from the kryptonian that she had shut out. Operating out of instinct more than logic, she pressed Kara’s name to start a call instead, holding it up to her ear, her stomach twisting with nausea.

But luckily, it only took one ring before Lena heard a familiar voice on the other end. “Lena,” Kara said softly

Lena pulled the phone away, and hung up.

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There was no other choice in her mind. Not when Lex had regained legitimacy in the eyes of the country by “saving” it from Supergirl’s attack. Not when Lex sought to commit a secret genocide to solve the energy crisis and be named a hero. Not when Lena was the only person who would know where Lex would go.

Not when all Lena could see was Lex cradling Red Daughter in his arms.

The image was burned into her mind, and all Lena knew was that Kara was next - Lex would not rest until every kryptonian was gone. And Kara would be too kind and noble to seek anything but legal justice. But that wasn’t Lena - it wasn’t Lena when she decided to kill Morgan Edge, it wasn’t Lena when she decided to kidnap her mother from prison and poison her, it wasn’t Lena when she tucked her gun in her belt that morning.

A single bullet to the head, and Lex was gone.

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Kara’s door opened just a few seconds before Lena reached it. Lena supposed Kara could hear her down the hall.

Lena ignored the shock and concern on Kara’s face as she stepped inside, making her way to Kara’s window as Kara closed the door. Truth was, she still couldn’t face Kara at all.

“I’m sorry, Lena,” Kara started. “I tried to save-”

“Don’t,” Lena said.

Kara grew quiet, flanking Lena’s side, joining her as Lena stared out onto the streets below. Lena shifted. “I thought she was you,” Lena said. “When Lex killed her, I thought she was you.”

She could feel Kara shrink, uncertain of what to say, of how to move forward. And maybe Lena didn’t know either. But she could try. If… “Is Kara real?” Lena asked, her voice cracking. “Or just a mask?”

“I’m real,” Kara whispered, prompting Lena to finally turn. And Lena couldn’t help herself, seeking the warmth of Kara’s arms, the kryptonian all too happy to wrap Lena in a tight hug as Lena stepped into it. “I… sometimes I feel more real with you than anyone else.”

Lena swallowed harshly, burying her face into Kara’s shoulder, holding back a tremble. “I want to believe you.”

“I’ll spend a lifetime trying to prove it,” Kara whispered. “If you’ll let me.”

Lena took a slow, trembling breath. “Okay.”

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Idea taken from a tweet I saw floating around. If you're interested in a longer season 4 reveal, I also wrote No One and Nothing.

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roosterforme · 10 months

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One Night in Vegas | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: After you move in with Bradley, it doesn't take long for you to settle in to your life together. He makes dinner, you eat it. You make a mess, he cleans it up. He proposes in the most endearing way, you say yes. And then both of you spend one perfect night in Vegas.

Warnings: Fluff, swears and smut

Length: 2100 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time! This was written for a request.

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You were so close to your winter break, you could almost feel it. Your first semester teaching math at San Diego State University had been wild. At times, it was very rewarding, and you didn't want to be anywhere else. At other times, you were holed up in your office, working late into the night grading papers and planning out your lessons.

But the one constant thing had been Bradley.

"Hey, Sugar," he said, knocking softly on the open door of your home office. "Dinner." You stood and practically ran into his arms as you glanced at the office door on which you had written SUGAR LOVES BEER BOY.

"I don't want to grade any more exams," you whined loudly against his solid chest while he laughed.

"I told you not to wait until tonight to finish them."

You glared playfully up at him and tried to escape his arms, but he held you tight. "You're terrible," you informed him. "It's entirely your fault that I'm still working on them. You spent the whole weekend luring me back into our bedroom!"

He smirked at you and said, "It didn't take much convincing, Sugar."

You rolled your eyes and let him lead you out of your office and through the kitchen. "Oh, are we eating in the dining room? What's the special occasion?"

But you stopped in the doorway, heart pounding a million miles per hour as tears sprung to your eyes. "Bradley!" you gasped. There were five white doors lined up on the far wall, and each one had a single word scrawled across it in Bradley's big, tidy handwriting.

SUGAR

WILL

YOU

MARRY

ME?

When you spun to face him, you found him behind you, down on one knee. He looked blurry through your tears, but he was holding a ring between his thumb and index finger. You barely saw it though as you half sobbed and half shouted, "Yes!"

And then you were on top of him on the hardwood floor, straddling his waist and kissing his face while he smiled and held you tight to his chest. "I love you," he managed to say as you smashed your mouth against his. "Wait, wait," he whispered, reaching for your left hand. "Let me put this on you before it gets lost."

You let him slide the ring onto your finger as you said, "I love you so much, Beer Boy." And then he pulled you in for more kisses.

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On New Year's Day, you and Bradley were curled up together on the couch, watching his vintage DVD of The Grateful Dead concert footage and nursing your hangovers.

"What are you going to do all week while I'm at work?" he muttered against your neck.

You shrugged in his arms. "Probably visit you and Nat on base one day and just mess up the house so you have something to complain about."

"Remind me again... why am I marrying you?"

"Because you can't live without me," you whispered as his nose skimmed the sensitive spot behind your ear.

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled.

The five doors on which Bradley had written his proposal message to you were now a permanent feature in the dining room. And you took your dinner in there most nights to enjoy them while you ate, even if Bradley was on base late. Even the ring he got for you, which he was currently spinning around your finger, was perfect.

You didn't want to go back to work at the end of the month without having selected a wedding date. But every time you and Bradley talked about wedding plans, he told you the same thing: "Pick a date, Sugar. Vegas is available 365 days a year."

You wiggled yourself around on the couch until you were facing him, and he sang along softly to the DVD while you closed your eyes. When the song was done, you asked, "How serious are you about Las Vegas?"

He studied your face. "To get married?"

"Mmhmm."

"So serious," he replied, but he was looking at you a little skeptically.

But as a smile broke out on your face, he started kissing your cheeks. "Let's do it, Beer Boy," you told him with a laugh.

And soon he had you pinned underneath him on the couch while he sang Viva Las Vegas by Elvis and unhooked your bra.

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When Bradley got home from work on Friday, the house was a damn mess, and you were looking at him with barely concealed excitement.

"What?" he asked cautiously. And then you started bouncing around. "What happened? Did you hire someone to clean up after you so I don't have to?"

"No!" you exclaimed, rolling your eyes. "I spent the entire day planning our wedding!"

Bradley's heart skipped a beat. "For real? When is it?"

"In two weeks."

He had your sweatpants off in an instant, and he bent you over the dining room table and fucked you while you told him the details.

"It'll be perfect," you moaned as he rocked your body with his thrusts. "Elvis and the Vegas strip and a heart shaped bathtub."

You were everything he had wanted for more than ten years, and the fact that you were letting him have this silly, no nonsense quickie wedding made him so happy. Neither of you had much family, and the only person he really cared to invite was Nat. But she'd give him a pass on missing his big day if she knew going to Las Vegas would make him happy.

"You're perfect, Sugar," he grunted, kissing your neck and eyeing the five doors lining the far wall. "I can't fucking wait, baby."

Bradley started packing that night, laying some of his favorite tropical print shirts on his open suitcase. But as the days wore on, you started to add some cold weather clothing into his bag for him.

"What's that for?" he asked you when he noticed you had folded up his heaviest coat and placed it on top of his short sleeved shirts.

"Our honeymoon."

He raised one eyebrow at you. "Are we not staying in Vegas for that?"

"Nope."

"Where are we going?"

"Not telling."

Bradley looked you up and down as you stood next to the bed in his favorite tie dyed tee shirt. "Do I need to fuck the information out of you?"

Your eyes went wide and your lips parted on a needy gasp. "I'd like to see you try."

After nearly an hour of giving you his hands, mouth and cock, you were a sweaty, gasping mess beneath him.

"Chicago," you managed to say as your eyes drifted closed. "Honeymoon in Chicago."

Bradley collected you in his arms and pulled you beneath the covers with him. You and he had made all those plans for Chicago together before you broke his heart more than ten years ago. And now you were really taking him there. The city where you lived when you were missing him. The city where you got your second tattoo. The city that haunted his dreams when he was twenty two years old and so lonely.

"I love you so much, Sugar," he whispered over and over until you fell asleep in his arms.

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"Aren't we supposed to not see each other before the wedding?" Bradley asked you while you got dressed in the hotel bathroom. "Isn't that a thing?"

You rolled your eyes as you pulled on your white sundress. "I'm sure Elvis won't mind!" you called to him where he was getting ready in the bedroom.

"Speaking of Elvis, we need to be there soon, Sugar!"

Your flight from San Diego had been delayed, and now you were cutting it close for your appointment at the Chapel of Neverending Love next to Caesars Palace. "Grab the wedding bands!" you told him while you fixed your makeup. When you walked out of the bathroom a minute later, Bradley was standing there in a white linen shirt and pants with a huge smile on his face.

"You look beautiful."

Your dress was simple, and your engagement ring was your only accessory. But you did feel pretty, and you knew Bradley was eager to marry you today. "So do you, Beer Boy."

You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his mustache, and when you got to the chapel, Elvis was already waiting for you. The entire ceremony took fifteen minutes, and that included your wedding photos. And then they were ushering you out for the next couple to come in.

But the two of you were laughing and smiling nonstop as you looked at your rings and made out in front of the chapel.

"I'm ready to take my wife back to that heart shaped bathtub and have my filthy way with her."

But you looked up at his handsome face and shook your head as he held you close. "Not yet. It's time for your wedding gift."

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Bradley thought he was going to faint from all the excitement. You and he were married. You and he were about to enjoy your wedding night. You and he were flying to Chicago tomorrow.

But then you told him the most magical words: Grateful Dead cover band.

"How the fuck does this day keep getting better?" he asked, kissing your neck and hugging you as you led him down the lit up sidewalk of the Vegas strip. Soon the two of you were surrounded by a bunch of hippies in tie dye. And Bradley knew all the words. And you held him tight the whole time.

"This is our wedding reception!" you told him over the loud music. And then the band started playing the song with the lyrics from your tattoo. The one you got because of Bradley.

You grinned at him as the singer said, "This song is for the newlyweds."

Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and sang to you while you danced with him. "You don't know how easy it is to love you."

You were wound around him, singing the lyrics back to him as well. Perfect. You were perfect. And somehow, you were his.

When the song ended, he tipped his head back amidst all of the applause and cheers. "I fucking love my wife!" he shouted. "Seriously, Sugar! I love you so much!"

And he was still saying those words back at the hotel when you changed into your 'wedding night lingerie' which was just his old Grateful Dead tee shirt.

And he was whispering, "I love you," as he carried you to bed. When you pulled him closer and let him settle against your body between your spread legs, he paused with his lips just barely brushing yours.

"Sugar, I know we didn't have proper wedding vows, because Elvis only let us speak in his song lyrics, so I have a few things I want to tell you now."

You giggled, and said, "But I liked it when you called me your hunka hunka burnin' love."

He ran his hands all over your body and smiled. "Listen, you're definitely that, baby. But you're also the only woman I've ever loved. And I fell in love with you as soon as you spoke to me."

"Bradley," you whispered, running your fingertips along his scarred cheek and neck. Your pretty face was always so open and honest for him, and he loved you for that, especially right now.

"And I've been loving you for eleven years, nearly to the day," he told you, kissing the tip of your nose as your eyes filled with tears. "You changed my life. Twice. And getting a second chance with you is the most important thing that ever happened to me."

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm so happy I found you again, because I never stopped loving you either. How could I have?"

Bradley pulled your left hand to his lips and kissed your rings. "My vow is to keep loving you just like I did the night I met you in my disgusting fraternity house, and just like I did when we parted ways, and just like I did when you found my again, and just like I do right now. Because I'm better at loving you than I am at doing anything else."

"You are," you promised him as you sniffed. "You're so good at it."

And then Bradley spent the whole night loving you and your body and your voice. And it didn't matter if you and he slept at all, because you had the flight to Chicago for that.

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firegirl888101 · 2 months

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Insatiable Madness (10)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

You need to start planning an escape.

Reader is Gender Neutral!

It wasn't the most flattering picture of you they decided to use. At least you could find some humour in that fact.

"...Why are you just staring at 'the television'?" Sandrone raised an eyebrow, looking distraught.

"Oh, hey, you're on there!" Childe pointed out. "You famous?"

"Something like that..." You mumbled in return, trying to hide the smug smile on your face.

This is perfect. They couldn't read the roman alphabet! Not only can you use this against them to plan an escape, but you can also insult them later for it!

Illiterate bitches You snickered to yourself.

"Yesterday afternoon, a local fast food restaurant in '_____ ___ _______' was attacked by an unknown group. Police officers found in the area of the crime were frozen solid in strong ice, scientists all across the country have come to try and understand how such a phenomenon could happen."

The screen changed to the McDonald's you were taken from yesterday, to a hospital ward with remnants of ice all over the floor. The camera panned upwards to a man laying on one of the hospital beds. His face looked awful, like he'd been revived from the dead. His nose red and lips blue, he was shivering as nurses rushed to get heatpacks for him.

"When the first officer was thawed, he had no memories after he'd been turned to ice. From what our journalist's gathered from him, the group whom attacked the restaurant kidnapped a civilian inside the facility, killing all who remained inside and allowing children to run away from the scene."

The screen then cut to a zoomed in clip of him sitting up, visibly in a better condition than before.

"Could you tell us what happened?" A cameraman from behind the screen asked him, the police officer looking directly into the lens of the device.

"It was... traumatising." He answered in a low tone. "I had ran from the station after being called to an emergency downtown. Something about an answer to a 999 call expressing worries of there being a hostage. My co-workers ran out of the police car first, and shouted from outside the building."

"And?" The cameraman pushed him, noticing the officer's hesitation.

The officer sighed, his breath shaky, then continued.

"A woman calmy walked outside, at least I think it was a woman. I remember my friends shouting for 'a lady' to stop walking towards them and put her hands in the air. Last thing I remember is seeing something blue and shiny heading right for my co-workers and the police car I was in."

"Bah!" The cameraman laughed out loud. "You're saying she was the one who almost froze you to death? Don't be ridiculous, unless you dreamt Elsa." He mocked.

"But, that's what happened!" The police officer shouted at him, the footage of the hospital suddenly going black.

"The Police Station checked all officer's body cameras. However, from the external ice interference, all footage was damaged and therefore unable to be investigated."

Another picture of you, different from the first one displayed earlier, transitioned next to the lady reading from her script. Her face showed one of concern.

"The missing person is Mx Y/N L/N, a college student who was kidnapped at the location. They were the one whom called 999 and first alerted authorities to the situation in the building. Our heart goes out to them, in hopes of them being safe." She said sympathetically. Her face soon changed to an interested one, forgetting about all the death's in the first place.

"Just who could this group and 'lady' be? Where did they get the power to turn others into ice? Perhaps the lady is their leader! Let's hope an update on the situation comes soon. To find out more, go to our websi--"

You turned the television off with a disgusted expression on your face.

Fake. Arse. Bitch.

"Her??? 'The Leader'? Fuck that shit." Childe scoffed, arms crossed with a glare sent towards the woman.

"Enough, Childe." Signora scoffed back, rolling her eyes at the child clearly fuming.

"So, everyone knows you've gone missing?" The Regrator whistled, fiddling with a mora coin and sitting on the only armchair which hadn't been torn to pieces.

Ugh, you forgot they could still understand the English language.

"Yup." You sighed.

"Even though I already know the answer," Scaramouche huffed. "Do you have friends who could have seen that and immediately thought to check up on you at your house?"

Oh yeah, if only you had friends who actually cared about you! Then, maybe someone would come looking for you. Also, was Scaramouche implying you had no friends!?

For his information, you knew plenty of people and had a lot of 'friends'! ... Unfortunately, you don't think they care enough to drop by your house.

"Pshh!" You shoved his shoulder lightly, slightly hurt. The puppet scowled and rolled his eyes. "Of course I do. They just... aren't available right now." You lied with a shrug.

Scaramouche simply stared back at you. "Uh-huh, I believe you." He shook his head, walking away.

"Hey, don't walk away from me. You need to- HEY, THAT DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE ELSE CAN TOO! CLEAN THIS GOD DAMN MESS YOU LOT MADE OR I SWEAR TO-"

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Everyone walked off to do their own thing around the house after that... cleaning session. You spied on what the harbingers were doing, a notepad in your hands with scribbled writing full of potential ideas to get away from the house.

You'd crossed out many plans:

Use phone, call someone?

Definitely not, you'd be heard and questioned by the harbingers then lose your phone to their control. There's no doubt in your mind Pierro would let Sandrone and Dottore get their hands on it.

Run out house, when everyone is sleeping?

Wouldn't work. They said it themselves, some of them don't sleep. Plus, most of them probably have supersonic hearing.

Suggest to go out together then secretly pass someone a note?

Too dangerous. The harbingers would quickly catch on to what you were planning, and would potentially kill the person whom you asked for help.

Ugh! This is terrible. Your dumb brain has thought of every possible way to escape, and they all end up in failure! They're too risky, the phone one is the most ideal but you'd never risk your phone being taken away too early! It could be detrimental later down the line.

"Decider. If I may have your attention," The old sounding voice of Pulcinella coughed from in front of you. "I would like to ask a question."

"A question? I mean, it's not like I can stop you from asking it." You hid your notepad from his view.

You didn't want to make the harbingers suspicious. Even if they couldn't read what you were writing.

"Insolent child." Pulcinella sighed to himself, shaking his head. "What exactly do you plan to do about the food?"

"Huh? Whaddya mean 'the food'?"

"While your meal from last night was delicious, I noticed from how it tasted it isn't the... healthiest option. Feeding 12 people, including yourself, is quite a task so I understand why you prepared something like it. But, aren't you worried about eventually running out?" He scratched his mustache, sitting on the sofa next to you.

"You're right." You sighed back to him with a nod. "I'll need to go shopping soon to get more food for everyone. But if I start doing that, I'll eventually run out of money."

"The Regrator can lend you some Mora---"

"Fuck that." You scoffed. "First of all, I know just how harsh the Fatui are with debt. Second of all, Mora isn't even the currency used here."

"You mean to say The Regrator is worth nothing in this world?" The old man's face grew amused.

"I mean, he wasn't worth anything to begin with..." You grumbled, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Anyway, I'll need to go to the cornershop and grab us some food."

"You won't be going anywhere." Pierro walked into the room, a small yawn erupting from his lips.

"Welcome back from my office." You glared slightly, Pierro glaring in return.

Well, technically it's not your office. Buuuut, your father did always joke how it would be yours when he dies... so yeah, it's yours now.

"I see no reason why it must belong to you when you are so concerned of your bedroom." He put a piece of paper in front of you.

"What does this say?" He dropped the paper on your lap, you giving him an eye roll before taking a closer look.

It seemed to be a... private file addressed to your dad. Something about house bills being paid at a certain date,. Wow, that's not interesting at all.

"Don't you know privacy is the only thing I have left now?" You scoffed, pushing the paper away from you.

"Now, Now...." Pulcinella scolded you, his walking stick digging into your foot. "Treat The Jester politely."

"Fine. I don't want to read it to you since they're my father's personal affairs, got it?" You winced, sighing in relief when feeling the pressure on your foot fade.

"Understandable." Pierros sighed to himself. "It looked important, with this script being written in thicker ink."

I could have sworn Teyvat has made something equivalent to a printing press... How else would 'The Legend of the Sword' gotten so popular? You thought, scratching your cheek with a confused face.

Well, Pierro was right either way. What he didn't know, was the bold text he deemed important was just the money paid, and the next date due.

Not like the house bills mattered anymore, you were assumed missing and it's probably not going to be visited for at least a year due to the janky government.

Besides, you were missing, not dead. According to the law, you have seven years until you need to worry about the police barging down the door. You probably won't live that long, so yay for legalities sake!

"Well, it would have been important for my mother and father before you ripped their carcass' in half. Now it's meaningless, ...for the next seven years or whatever." You gave a sassy reply, handing the paper back to him.

"Could you put it back where you found it? You'll probably not let me back in the office."

"Very well." He took the paper from you, leaving the room without another word.

"You, Mx Decider, need to work on your manners." Pulcinella gave you a side-eye.

"I have manners, but I won't give them to people who killed at least 30 people because they couldn't 'find the person they were looking for'. And then proceeded to kidnap them and--"

"I am getting tired of your blathering." He cut you off, a vein very clear on his head.

"One would say you act worse than Tonia back in Snezhnaya, but that would be a compliment. The situation is over and done now, I don't think you realise how much trouble you're actually in at this moment."

"Well, old man, everyone has a different coping method for traumatic situations. It just so happens that one of mine is joking and yapping on and on and on--"

"Understood. Just, shut up for the sake of my headache." He rubbed his head with his fingers, effectively shushing you.

Ahh, being annoying truly has its perks no matter who you annoy. From a scolding mother, to a bloodthirsty harbinger.

Anyway, you have an idea. You may look like an idiot trying, but you have evidence it could work.

All the Harbingers called you 'The Decider', meaning they recognised you before you even met them. This must mean they were aware of your existence before they left the game and entered your world.

Arlecchino in particular, she commented on Aether's existence being involved with your title. This means you're tied to him in some way. Perhaps.. If you were to log in to Genshin again you could ask him what in the fuck was going on.

You're not the smartest person, but this seems like the most obvious choice right now. You wish you could say the same for it being the easiest choice.

You hadn't logged into Genshin since you were forcefully taken out of the bathroom's in the restaurant. Were you really ready to go back to Genshin? The game which started all of this?

This is definitely not two (technically three) weeks late or anything... ahahah....

I, 100%, purposefully uploaded this on Valentine's Day.

Yup.

Anyway, I'm very unsatisfied with this. But I really wanted to post it. I'll try to make the next one as long as possible since I'd like to personally not make too many views...

One day, I'll most likely combine some shorter ones into one whole view if that makes sense :3 (I think I've mentioned this before...)

Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.

This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.

This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.

If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.

If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.

Thanks for reading this, I hope all who's reading knows this information already, but I thought I'd include it since who knows when it comes to where you are in the world and whether your education programs taught critical information like this.

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Do You Have Something to Tell Me?

Veneer x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re a normal teen in Mount Rageous, and the biggest Veneer fan known to man. Everybody that knows you knows it too. Unfortunately it’s highly unlikely to date the celebrity of your dreams…unintentionally.

A/N: I’m working on the request but I’ve had this for a bit so I finished it today and uploaded it for the time being.Also please forgive me if I use a certain amount of pronouns. With other content I’ve made before I’ve usually made female reader content so if I say she, as in referring to you please forgive me.

Happy New Years 🥳🎉

“Seriously (____)?” one of your friends side eyed you as as you burst out in giggles in response. You had invited your two best friends over (Liliana and Romar) for your annual two night sleepovers, and currently you were killing time by watching Veneer and Velvet’s (mostly Veneer) latest concert footage. Well not really killing time according to you, it was a way of life.

“You seriously brought us over here to watch you drool over Veneer?” Liliana continued as your giggling came to a halt. “I did not invite you over here for that. Especially since I am watching Veneer AND Velvet, get it straight guys.” You replied as Romar got up and came over to your bed where you were watching on your MacBook. “Sweetie you literally zoomed in on him and cropped his sister out…” you started kicking your feet and giggling again. “This is insane, I’ve never met anyone with such an obsession over anybody ever. You don’t even pay your boyfriend this much attention.” Liliana said and Romar agreed. “Who?” You said still staring at the screen as your friends both leaned back and cocked an eyebrow at you. “Oh, Jalen…him…right.” You sighed closing your laptop.

It was silent for a while before anyone spoke again. “How about we do our favorite activity to do when we’re all together?” Romar asked as you and Liliana perked up. “SHOPPING!” You all shouted in unison.

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“Let’s do a challenge guys.” You said to your friends as you all entered the Mount Rageous Mall. “Let’s put outfits together with a budget, a timer, and a person to customize.” You said as your friends agreed. “Bet. But where will we get the details from?” Liliana asked. “A generator or something.” Romar grabbed his phone and typed in a few things. The results ended up being: a budget of 35$, 40 minutes, and Romar got you, you got Liliana, and Liliana got Romar.

“On a count of three…” Liliana started, suddenly both of you almost fell over with the quick take off of Romar running through the mall. “HEY! WE’RE NOT done y-yet…and he’s gone.” She said as you both simultaneously face palmed and took off two different directions.

Your first stop was a store that was highly underrated in your opinion. It had great and reasonably priced outfits and none of your friends knew about it (yes you were gatekeeping but who cares). You ran all up and down the store for something Liliana might like. ‘Her favorite color is green, that’s a start’ you thought. You finally found a green top in her size and were now looking for some bottoms. You looked at the timer ‘32 minutes left’. You had to hurry and find some bottoms because more people started to enter the store. ‘Huh, guess this store’s not too underrated anymo-” your thoughts were cut short as you noticed someone running at the same pace towards you, and quite literally collided with them.

‘Sh*t that hurt’. The person you collided into let out a sort of high pitched “OW” that was very dramatic and dragged out. He almost sounded like…no. You sat up planning to apologize to the person, hoping it would roll over and you could be on your way. After all you only had 29 minutes left to checkout then hit up the accessory store.

“I’m sorr-”

“Ow, what the hell’s wrong with you?”

That shut you up real quick. What weren’t about to do was apologize to a blockhead. There was something weird about the way he responded. His high pitched voice had deepened when he came to his senses. “Excuse me?” You said standing up as he did too. The guy had a purple hoodie on covering his hair, but left some strands of it hanging, which was green. He had on glasses covering his eyes, pale white skin, and purple lipstick. He almost reminded of someone but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“You should watch where you’re going next time.” The boy said dusting himself off. Now you were getting angry and the guy stuttered a bit. “Wait that’s not what I-” “Who do you think you are?” You blurted out.

“I was just saying…”

“Well maybe if you’d stop running your mouth every three seconds, your future altercations could be less painful.” And with that you grabbed your items off the floor, and made your way to the checkout leaving the boy stunned.

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After hitting up the accessory store you and your friends had planned to meet up in the food court. “I seriously think I won this, like no joke.” Romar said. “Absolutely not it was me!” Liliana said shaking him. “I don’t know Lili, the outfit I picked out for you was kinda cute.” You said as you three went back and forth.

“Y’all are exhausting and I’m hungry, let’s eat.” Romar said and the disagreement was over as you three frantically traced the smells in the food court. Once in line you told your friends about the interaction with the rude guy you’d met in the store you went to. “Girl I woulda beat his as*” Lili said getting rowdy. “Uh we don’t condone violence over here mam.” Romar laughed as you two chuckled.

Once you ordered Romar offered to wait for everyone’s food and Lili took a phone call. You decided to sit down at a empty table and scroll through social media to kill time. You had scrolled endlessly for a few minutes before a Veneer edit popped up on your for you page. You stopped and watched it again, and again, and again, and maybe another time.

It’s only when a sudden voice snapped you out of your daydream, “Hey.” You jumped quickly and looked where the voice was coming from. It was that rude dude from the store earlier behind you. Rolling your eyes you quickly got up to leave but he stopped you, “Wait please don’t go.” He said. ‘He thinks I’m really gonna stay after the way he was talking to me earlier’ you thought, but you did stay.

You looked up at him waiting for him to speak again, you also noticed him eyeing your phone. The Veneer edit was still on repeat. ‘How embarrassing’ you turned your phone off and laughed nervously. You wondered if he had been behind you when you had the edit on loop, or if you were almost drooling or flustered at all.

“What is it?” You asked him as he turned his attention back to you. “Oh right um,” he sat down in the chair across from you, “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I don’t usually act that way I actually felt really bad.” He said as you eyed him, like you were scanning him. “I’m so serious, like what I was saying I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I have a lot of things to think about right now and I guess I didn’t think too hard on how to approach the situation.” He continued. You “scanned” him even more, he seemed sincere.

Suddenly your face softened and you could to tell his worry dropped a little too. “It’s ok I get it, I’m sorry for not hearing you out I was just in a rush.” He smiled a bit at this. “So what’s your name?” He asked. “I’m (____). What about you?” You asked. “Oh I’m V-Victor.” He said almost as if he was thinking too hard. “Nice to meet you Victor.” “You too.” “So do you live around here?” You two were in such deep conversation you didn’t see your friends staring you and this boy down until the had to frantically wave at you. You let them know you’d be there soon with your face and they took off somewhere in a hurry. Actually a couple people did, there was a little crowd forming at the front of the mall.

“What’s going on?” You said looking at the front, mid conversation. Victor looked almost panicked for a moment but calmed his face. “Not sure but I think I have to get going.” He said grabbing his bags. “Ok I get it, do you mind if I ask you one more thing though?” you asked. “Hit me.” He replied. “Why are you wearing glasses, can I see your eyes before you go?” You chuckled as he did the same. “Not this time, maybe another time.” He smiled at you, grabbed his last bag, and just like that he was gone.

‘Another time?’ You thought. He’s gotta be stupid there’s like a one in a thousand chance you’ll ever run into him again at Mount Rageous. You looked down at your phone and on top of it laid a piece of paper. You opened it to find a note: “Call me sometime? ;)” with a phone number under it and Victor’s name. He was quick with it.

Was he flirting with you? Why else would he put a winky face. ‘Little does he know, I’m loyal to my boyfriend’ you thought. “And my future husband Veneer.” You thought out loud before quickly closing your mouth and hoping nobody heard you. That’s when you realized more than half of the people at the food court was gone.

Suddenly Lili came up to you and grabbed your hand, “Come on come on! (Name) you will not believe what’s happening!” She sqeauled. “What? Just tell me!” You shouted while she dragged you to the front of the mall. “No you have to see it for yourself.” She said. “Nope,” you stopped and pulled your arm back, “I won’t go until you tell me what it is.” You tried being stubborn and it was working, Lili’s eye twitched a bit. “Fine! You wanna know so bad, it’s Velvet!” She sqeauled loosing her composer. “Velvet? As in-” “THE Velvet! Superstar and sibling to your man Veneer yes!” But you had only heard up to the Veneer part because you took off.

#fanfic #trolls #veneer x reader #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #veneer and velvet #veneer x Gn reader #gn reader #enjoy :)

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ninaolive · 6 months

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Taskmaster S16E07 Recording Report

As promised to @pandaroboto here is everything I can remember.

There was an audience singalong to Wham's Wake Me Up Before You Go Go during the warmup, and later on Sue Perkins made a call back to it during the episode, but Greg reminded her that part wasn't filmed

Mark Olver asked who in the audience had never seen the show, and why they were there, and one of them was there with a friend who said he preferred NZ Taskmaster to UK (the entire room GASPED)

Mark also identified a lot of people visiting from overseas in the room (we were visiting from NYC but kept quiet). Someone said it was their first time in London and Mark said "hate to break it to you but you're in Slough".

Mark asked if anyone already knew who the contestants were, and everyone in the upper right gallery raised their hands. Mark started to scold them for going on Reddit, but then they pointed down at the table next to Greg's throne where he had left his cue card with all 5 names on it! Greg kept mentioning that even though he'd done 6 episodes already he still needed their names written down.

The cast intros happened so fast that it felt like we were all still cheering for Julian when they got to Sue. Later on, Lucy asked Greg "why did you skip me on the introductions?" so I guess the cast noticed that, too. She thought maybe it was for a bit.

When Greg did the "felt cute, might delete later" bit I felt like he was looking right at me, and it was terrifying/electrifying.

The botox bit Greg was so fond of that he kept bringing it up so that the editors would have no choice but to let it in the show.

I don't remember why, but there was a long discussion about the meaning of the phrase "chickens come home to roost". Lucy thought it was a nice thing like when your kids come home from university for Xmas. Sam said he'd heard it in a documentary about 9/11. Greg then had to say "let's get off 9/11".

My favourite bit was "here they all are flicking themselves silly" so I am happy to see that made it into the episode.

During the discussion about Sam ripping the head off the standee of himself, he said "I'd been watching a lot of beheading videos" and then immediately started apologizing and begging them to cut that line out of the show.

The moment when Greg put his finger in Alex's mouth to stop him singing had to be re-done a ton of times because Greg kept laughing and he blamed it on Alex "moving his tongue around" and Alex said "I can't help it!". It was like a fever dream.

The live tiebreak was a total mess, so much so that audience members started to shout suggestions on how to measure it and Alex had to shush them.

In all the breaks Greg interacted with us while Alex was doing stuff offstage but sometimes his mic picked up stuff he was saying to crew members. There was a long break while Lucy's final prize task vamping was set up where all four of the other contestants just started chatting with the audience too and that was nice.

They kept telling us we were a very attractive audience and that they might use footage of us in other episodes. At the end Alex even did a retake of himself saying something like "33 minutes, 34 minutes" from another episode, and then told us "so, look out for that bit!".

We were directly behind the couple who got engaged! At the beginning when she was in the bathroom, the guy handed us the envelope and asked us to slip it under her seat at the end. We were confused but then he explained. At the end, Mark told all the people he'd singled out as visitors from overseas to look under their chairs for a special prize, and she found the envelope we'd put there. I noticed that all the cast were standing off the to the right in the wings watching. She went up and sat in Greg's chair and opened the task and the guy proposed. Then Mark started pointing at us and the people around us and saying "you guys all knew!! They were in on it!" which was sweet.

EDIT: I remembered some more stuff! Since we didn't get any team tasks, they told us who the teams were and described Julian as acting as a "sort of carer" for Lucy & Sam lol

Sue tried to get David Attenborough to voice her prize tasks but didn't hear back from her emails

Someone asked Alex if there would be any more NMJ and he said “not till the next pandemic, so” and then did fingers crossed gestures with both hands

#alex horne #greg davies #taskmaster #julian clary #lucy beaumont #sam campbell #sue perkins #susan wokoma #no more jockeys

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its-time-to-write · 5 months

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Hey!!! I hope you are doing well and with all life’s downs you have more ups!!! You’re a fantastic writer and love your voice! If you are willing/interested in could you write something involving the reader watching videos of little Jamie (like when things Georgie would have recorded of him at youth matches or school plays or just Jamie being a cheeky little bugger) and either it’s happening back at Manchester or a little career throwback video thing because he won something big or it’s like his 100th match at Richmond and the reader is helping put together this video to play for Jamie

Hey! Yeah I am doing well, just mega busy bc of holidays and everyone needing therapy and whatevs. Hope you’re well as well🩵🩵

play it back

“So he was always a little shit, huh?” you comment. You’re sitting on Georgie’s couch as you help her convert videos from old cameras to her computer.

“Oh yes,” she laughs. “But such a cute little bugger. Had the whole neighborhood wrapped around his finger.”

You click through videos, landing on one of him sitting on the grass. He’s not quite one, but he’s sitting up and clapping his pudgy hands.

“Oh my god, I can’t with that face,” you groan. “He’s too cute. I just want to squeeze him.”

“There’s a video of his first birthday party on here somewhere,” Georgie says, and you scramble to find it. You open a video of baby Jamie with his face covered in blue frosting. His hands are covered in chunks of cake, and he’s waving them around while laughing.

“The neighbors brought that cake over,” Georgie comments with a smile. “Jaim was being such a ham, making them laugh. He knew what he was doing, even then.”

You smile and continue forward. Baby Jamie in the tub, baby Jamie sleeping in his crib. Then toddler Jamie on Christmas.

“Show me what you’ve got,” comes Georgie’s voice from behind the camera.

Jamie’s tiny voice says, “It’s a fucking FOOTBALLLLL!” as he holds it over his head.

“Language, Jamie!” says Georgie, but you can tell she’s smiling. Jamie stands up and places the football on the ground.

Georgie says, “No, Jamie, don’t kick it in the-” and the camera tumbles to the ground. She swears, “Christ,” and it goes black.

“Classic,” you say.

Georgie chuckles a bit ruefully. “That was the beginning for him. Found it in a bargain bin and thought it’d get some of his fucking energy out. Think it just gave him more of a boost.”

The next is shaky footage of Jamie, aged six, as he runs on a pitch with other kids his age.

“Go, Jamieee!” Georgie screams. He barely looks at her as he kicks it into the goal, leagues ahead of the other team. He turns to his mum and gives her a thumbs up, followed by a swift two fingers up to the other team.

“Jamie, no!” Georgie shouts, and he switches back to a thumbs up and a shrug as if to say, I don’t know what you’re talking about. The video ends as the ref (someone’s father), pulls out a yellow card while trying to suppress laughter.

“Didn’t know you could get yellow cards at that age,” you grin.

“Well, you know Jamie; he played every part of that game,” Georgie replies.

“What are you on about?” Jamie asks, coming through the door. “Mum, you got the videos out?”

“She’s helping me put them on my new computer,” Georgie says. “Right helpful, she is. And tell me, what have you done today?”

Jamie blushes a bit. “Kicked the ball around the pitch. Soundly trounced some kids talking shit. Oh, and Simon and I went to get groceries.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And where are the groceries, Jamie?”

Jamie says, “Oh shit,” and rushes back outside to help Simon.

You roll your eyes affectionately and press play on the next video.

This one is another match, and Jamie’s older, maybe ten? It’s shot through the window of the council estate as he walks up, presumably from school. He’s dragging his feet but he’s got something in his hand.

“This was me birthday,” Georgie whispers.

“Whatcha got, Jaim?” Georgie asks as he swings the door open.

He smiles and launches himself into her arms, and for a moment, the camera is pointed at the ground. It gets righted and pointed at his smiling, dimpled face as he shoves a bundle of slightly wilted flowers into focus.

“Happy Birthday, Mummy!” he smiles. They’ve obviously been plucked on his walk back home from school.

“Thank you, baby,” she replies and again, you don’t need to see her to know she’s smiling. Georgie sweeps him into her arms as the video shuts off.

Georgie sniffs. “His dad had been round the day before. I had a fucking shiner to put the moon to shame that’s for sure, but my baby boy always knew how to get me smiling again.”

You lean your head against hers and she motions for you to keep on to the next video.

You click through a couple until you find one of him on the pitch again. It’s a couple years later and he’s a teenager, maybe thirteen, and he’s completely skipped the gangly phase you always thought was mandatory to growing up.

“He were twelve there,” Georgie says. “Got scouted in that very match.”

“Started me whole career,” Jamie interjects as he comes into the kitchen with an armful of bags. Simon’s right behind him, arms full as well.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, but it’s not that shocking. You can tell he’s good, even at age twelve.

Jamie deposits the bags and wiggles into the non-existent space between you and Georgie.

“I was dead cute, weren’t I?” he asks.

“You were,” you agree. “Not sure what’s happened in recent years.”

Jamie protests with an, “Oi!” as you and Georgie dissolve into giggles. Simon (wisely) decides to stay out of it and busy himself with putting the food away.

“I’m putting these on the cloud so I can have that at home,” you tell Jamie, and he worms his way closer next to you.

“Mint. You gonna start a Jamie-table like mum, too?”

“Fuck no,” you reply. “You’re head’s fucking big enough as-is.”

“You like my big head,” he says, and you smack him.

“Not in front of your mum!” you shriek as he tickles your sides. Georgie gets up off the couch to go kiss Simon while Jamie continues to terrorize you, kissing all over your face as you make half-hearted attempts to push him off. He was cute back then, but your favorite version of Jamie is definitely the one you get to hold in your arms right now.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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otomiyaa · 6 months

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Hi guys :') To my followers and tumblr friends, I'm really sorry if my sudden disappearance scared or upset you. It wasn't quite... planned. And today was a busy day and I needed some time to consider what I wanted to do.

Short version of the story:

My tumblr account got terminated for copyright infringement. A certain Mr. Green got me in unlucky trouble (ref 1, 2).

I won't get it back, or try to get it back. It's gone.

Needed a moment to consider 2 options: ask Mia to extend my dramatic farewell letter and stay gone, or make a new blog.

Not planning to post new writing here. I won't be using words like 'never' or 'forever' because I'm a known clown with things like this, but the intention is to no longer post fics. I will finish Tickletober on AO3 and then take a break from writing. So yes, I cancel the swiftscribbles event too, sorry!

When I opened my laptop, I could see my old blog in its final hour lmao (I found out about the loss on my phone). So that's what the snap is from on a fitting grave. It was fun while it lasted!

Long version of the story:

Losing my blog(s): My Tumblr account with main blog + sideblogs got terminated overnight, it was quite the surprise! I've either been reported or tracked by bots. The posts are a bunch of numbered URLs I can't open, but the message is clear: for including anime content, genshin impact or media from other sources (whether it's videos, screenshots, official art, gifs or even fanwork) you technically can get a strike. Upon googling the claimer I quickly found this first, and knew it was a lost cause. Although it feels shitty and unlucky, I am in no place to appeal. It's like when I used to make AMVs in the past, you never knew whether a song or even anime footage was going to give your YT account a copyright strike or even a ban, it was a gamble. I have lost YT accounts before, and now I lost the Tumblr one. With 7+ years of tickle trash content and a bunch of sideblogs. But oh well, moving on!

Starting a new blog: It was a serious consideration whether this was my ultimate chance to do what I've always said I wanted to do eventually - quit my blog. My first thought was to ask Mia to share my explanation and literal goodbye with you guys, and stick to my chaos of a Twitter account to indulge in fandom stuff. But then I thought of how happy Tumblr made me, even without the fic writing, but just.. reblogging things, getting random asks, shouting about life and of course, about tickles. I decided to make a new blog after all, but also decided the following:

The 7K+ milestone swiftscribbles event is cancelled, for which I apologize! The follower milestone, together with the motivation to write the fics, and even the asks with the requests I got, all died with my former blog.

I will see how long I can survive without posting a new fic or drabble. A loose headcanon or two might fly around sometime. And if necessary, a link to a new fic on AO3.

Tickletober? Hell yes I'll finish it, I would cringe in bed for 49 days at least if I would stop. I just won't post the fics here, but on AO3.

Reposting/reblogging my old works? Undecided at the moment but I'm tired and lazy. I don't feel too upset since most of my fics are still on AO3 at least and not completely gone.

Anyways, I'll see what happens and how long I can enjoy this nerfed version of blogging.

Surprisingly I'm not upset about losing my other blog, there were a lot of memories but it was also very cringe. I'm gonna be just as cringe here, but at least I feel cleansed.

For those who choose to follow me again, thank you, but please know that there won't be much original content coming from me, for now!:)

#tickle community #otomiya-tickles #announcement

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Mcyt bbut a Karen makes their S/O cry? :0

It's the readers first ever encounter with one in the wild and at first Y/N just,,, tries to ignore the woman/leave but the Karen does the usual of not letting em leave and then Y/N gets overwhelmed and starts crying?-

BAHAHHAAB I LOVE FUCKING WRITINF ABOUT KARENS I CANNOT LMFAOOOOOO ; thank you for the request lol ; I got a random strike of writers block halfway through and its very obvious I'm sorry

MCYT ; wild karen encounter

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, tubbo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, iterations of homophobia/transphobia & fatphobia, Karen activity, reader is described as nonbinary

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TOMMYINNIT

you two went different ways while clothes shopping and you were looking at more fem/masc (whichever doesn't conform with your sex) clothing

you felt someone glaring daggers at you so you glanced up and saw some random ass woman staring at you, accompanied by her 13ish year old son

she started making remarks about how you shouldn't be looking at those clothes and it's not "modest" for a little young man/woman like you

like mf you're nonbinary huh

you try to ignore her, meanwhile her son looks SO uncomfortable and wants to very obviously leave

she starts recording you out of no where to call you slurs and the sons just like "mom stop" and of course she doesn't

you end up crying and trying to hide it while you defend yourself but you get quickly overstimulated and flustered

the yelling caught Tommy's attention so he quickly walks over like "woah, woah, woah, what's going on?"

and she starts SCREAMING at poor Tommy about you

he looks at you literally wiping your tears while she's STILL recording it and he just peacefully flames her ass

"it doesn't matter what the hell they wear, clothes don't have gender and I could care less about what my partner buys and wears and how they express themselves. go post that to Facebook and look like a fuckin' idiot."

he pulls you away to the changing rooms so you can talk in private and eventually try on the clothes you were looking for

while he was going that he got a hold of a nearby security officer and told them about the situation since you'd both been illegally recorded on the premises of the store

he didn't wanna press charges for you or anything but at least wanted the woman escorted out to look more like a dumbass, considering the security guard had to call the police because what she did was a crime

couple days later you found the video and bodycam footage of the woman being detained and arrested for resisting arrest and recording someone without consent on private property, which is marked as a felony where you live

live laugh love Tommy bc everyone in the video description was hyping him up and saying how bad they felt for you and even the son 🫶

TUBBO

you were out looking for an outfit for the streamer awards

you were trying on a suit/dress (whichever conforms with your sex) and you spun around in front of him while he was clapping

then some fuckin asshole dude shouts a bunch of slurs at you and tells you you're going to hell??

he instantly turns around and shouts like "can you fucking stop? mind your own business, you dick!"

you were just so in shock and didn't know what to do that you started tearing up a bit in front of him and niki

tubbo sits there and argues with the guy until he's escorted out by staff, informed by niki who quickly went to go get someone and record for proof if the situation escalated

once the man is escorted out, he quickly wraps you in a hug and apologizes for getting loud, thinking he was the one to scare you to tears

compliments you and hypes you up after that and reassures you that the guy was just being a dick to get a reaction out of you

"you look amazing, don't worry, you're absolutely gorgeous in that outfit"

RANBOO

dude you can't even go grocery shopping without people bitching about you guys

you were just trying to pick out some chips and this lady walks past with a scoff

ran quickly turns around like, "Sorry, can we help you?"

she quickly starts yelling about how you gay people are all going to hell and shit

ranboo quickly spits back but you get overstimulated and really take it to heart and you tear up a bit

the lady notices and points it out

she then follows you around the store, yelling at you and shit while they're on the phone dialing the non emergency police line because wtf is wrong w this lady???

before you're questioned and after she's detained, you guys stand alone and try to calm yourself down because you were just getting really stressed about it because wtf do you even do in that situation

gives you a big hug and reassures you that it's okay to cry

he's generally just proud of you in general for being able to hold yourself together for the most part

FREDDIE BADLINU

you two were going out for a little movie date, and dressed in tuxedos to watch Saw X

some dumbass dude was making snarky comments to his wife about you two considering you were holding hands while ordering snacks

Freddie turns around, having heard the guy talking about you thinking he dropped something "can I help you?" He asks in the nicest tone possible

the man and his wife both start making nasty comments about "this generation going to hell" and how you're brainwashing Freddie or something???

you almost immediately start crying because you're trying to ignore it and talk to the girl behind the counter filling your popcorn bucket who doesn't know what to do

she quickly pushes the security button under the counter because she can see your distress and how Freddie was just like stunned as he looked between the couple and you cause like wth

once they're escorted out you're the first in the theater so you guys sit there and talk it all out because you got really overwhelmed

he gives you a hug and reassures you that you did nothing wrong and you're gonna enjoy the movie

the dude had a warrant out for his arrest for not paying child support anyways L

NIKI NIHACHU

you two were out on a walk in a park holding hands and shit and passed this little family down by the creek

the mom just goes full fucking demon mode and starts recording you guys and shouting at you

niki quickly retaliated with a "leave us alone!" before walking off

you were visibly pretty shaken but she reassures you everything is okay and she probably wasn't even recording

she ends up finding the video a few days later

thankfully all the comments were supporting you two and flaming the lady's ass lmao

QUACKITY

you guys were out doing stuff (getting shit at home depot for quackitys new house and peojects) and some Karen was judging your abilities to handy-man basically

"actually, my partner is the best handyman I know! so shut the fuck up"

the Karen immediately goes to the front to get a manager or some shit

meanwhile yall quickly checkout and leave

while leaving you see her getting detained for resisting an officer with violence and threatening an officer 🥰

that becomes a story you tell at every single "family reunion" (meetup with friends)

he still boasts about yelling at someone like that

FOOLISH GAMERS

you guys were out getting snacks for a movie night with friends that were staying over

some Karen made a comment how you needed to go on a diet or some shit since you were the one carrying the basket full of unhealthy snacks

foolish quickly whips around and flames her ass

you just kinda stand there like "wtf"

foolish slings an arm around your shoulders and leads you away since she wouldn't stop blabbering and was threatening to call the cops for some reason

back in the car he reassures you that you do not need to go on a diet and you don't need to listen to the lady whatsoever

movie night was 10/10 you watched Barbie & roasted Saltburn bc that movie wasn't good like at all

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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muninnhuginn · 19 days

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In Defence of Qiao Ling

I've been musing on several threads relating to Qiao Ling in the last few weeks and have seen a few posts going around that have pushed me to actually try and put all my Qiao Ling thoughts into words and in one place.

Despite the title, I don't fully agree with the show's handling of Qiao Ling, but I do think she has been provided with a clear ongoing arc and so that's what I'm going to be focusing on here.

This got quite long so most of it is under the cut, but shout-out to @lizzieonka and @oceaniche for their previous posts on Qiao Ling, which definitely ended up inspiring some parts of this.

So, let's start with: what do we actually know about Qiao Ling?

Qiao Ling's Background

She's first introduced as the "landlady", for all it quickly becomes apparent that her relationship with Cheng Xiaoshi isn't quite that simple. Her family "took Cheng Xiaoshi in" but there's always been some distance and that's reinforced by the whole "rent" deal. (The fact that Cheng Xiaoshi is still adamant his parents will return likely also factors in to this.) Still, Qiao Ling herself clearly sees Cheng Xiaoshi as her younger brother and is willing to stake her claim on him as family to near-strangers (we've seen it both when she met Lu Guang and Li Tianxi).

Qiao Ling's social life is clearly contrasted with that of Cheng Xiaoshi. Where Cheng Xiaoshi's first "proper" friend was Lu Guang, Qiao Ling has her own circle of friends and is fairly sociable in general (she literally found a client by befriending a stranger when she came to learn martial arts). Xu Shanshan, for instance, is very much Qiao Ling's friend despite hanging out with the collective group at uni. Qiao Ling also spoke of Cheng Xiaoshi's childhood as something that happened to him specifically, implying that she herself was spared the bullying (which makes sense considering the fact that she wasn't the one with missing parents) and so had a more "normal" upbringing. Whether she spoke up back then or stayed quiet isn't fully clarified (not speaking up against adults is one thing but what about classmates?), but Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't seem to hold it against her either way.

Nowadays, Qiao Ling's role in managing the photo shop's side-business has her interacting directly with most clients. She's the most customer-facing of the three, relaying information between clients and shiguang. This is despite her not actually knowing the full details behind shiguang's diving process until season two, which in retrospect makes it more impressive. Qiao Ling taking on the managerial role (and what is also implied to be social media advertising) also has the (unintended?) effect of obscuring shiguang's roles in the business from the public, as it's Qiao Ling who earns the nickname of "witch". It took until Xiao Li saw Cheng Xiaoshi in the CCTV footage during the Doudou case for anyone to see through this.

Key Character Moments

In terms of Qiao Ling's key moments, we have four main ones.

In Doudou arc, Qiao Ling admits she saw Doudou being taken three years ago;

In season two, at the hospital, Qiao Ling asks for some trust and to not be shut out anymore;

Qiao Ling bonding with Li Tianxi and using their shared aspects to bring her out of her shell so she would help the investigation;

The revelation that Qiao Ling did, in fact, receive some form of Lu Guang's memories from Tianxi and her dismissal of their implications.

The main thread behind all of these scenes is that they are about information and what you choose to do with it.

My thoughts are two-fold here. First, how these scenes connect with Qiao Ling's arc specifically, and secondly, how they connect with the broader themes of the series.

Qiao Ling's Arc

Doudou

Let's begin with Doudou arc. In this arc, Qiao Ling reveals that she saw the kidnapping of a child several years ago. She hadn't told anyone about this for three years and likely would have continued to have kept it to herself if not for Doudou's father approaching the photo studio. In this arc, there is the following exchange:

Qiao Ling's main regret is that she didn't do something or say something as she saw Doudou being taken away. That her inaction may have ensured that Doudou's kidnapper was able to get away with him. And she specifically says "I didn't even have the courage to step forward and provide any information." (Tangent: Funnily enough, Lu Guang is the "star of courage" in the Star Warriors later in the episode, not Qiao Ling. Qiao Ling is "star of wisdom" who is meant to "light the way". Still fitting, but in a less straightforward way.)

Now, to me, this is clearly setting up an arc, not resolving one. Qiao Ling wouldn't have offered the information if not for the circumstances. And it tells us that for all Qiao Ling has friends and is sociable, she still holds certain cards close to her chest. She doesn't want to confront the past so instead she will hold her guilt tight and not say a word. Though, as this exchange shows, she does want to have that courage. And I'll get onto this later, but this ties in very clearly with the information she later holds regarding Lu Guang.

Hospital confrontation

Throughout this entire scene, even before it becomes a "confrontation" Qiao Ling is clearly feeling guilty. She runs after Cheng Xiaoshi when he tries to leave to help the police so that she can *do something*, make up for it the best she can. Guilt and avoidance are key traits for her and they both manifest here. They're still holding her back.

And, of course, there's her statement to Cheng Xiaoshi: "You're always trying to protect me. I really appreciate it. But what I need more is your trust." Qiao Ling knows what it's like to be locked out of the loop. She didn't know the specifics of diving for months (possibly years?) and it didn't really seem to bother her (or at least she didn't give the impression it bothered her when "Xu Shanshan" asked her about it). But she has her limits. And being locked out when the situation is actively dangerous? That's clearly past those limits.

Li Tianxi

Grouping together the final two scenes, because the first Li Tianxi scene is more a demonstration of character traits as well as digging in those sibling parallels between LTC-LTX and CXS-QL. Anyway, the first scene adds more evidence to the idea that Qiao Ling is more sociable and a people person. That she could could get Li Tianxi to open up by taking a more understanding approach and showing that she gets it to some extent. She's in the same boat.

Which means when we get to the final scene, this is what ties it all together. Qiao Ling has inherited the memories Li Tianxi saw from Lu Guang. She has seen Cheng Xiaoshi's "death". She has information now. But her first instinct is to dismiss it. To avoid it and refuse to confront it because the implications are too much.

But, see, she's been in this situation before with Doudou. She's had information and done nothing with it and regretted. She wanted to have the courage to do better. This is her goal.

And the implications of these memories? Do they mean Cheng Xiaoshi is in danger? Wasn't danger her red line in the sand? Didn't she tell him that "protecting" people and "trusting" them aren't mutually exclusive?

And finally, Lu Guang isn't Li Tianxi, but isn't the scenario here at least somewhat similar? Isn't Qiao Ling in the same boat as him here, wanting to keep Cheng Xiaoshi safe? Hasn't Qiao Ling shown she can connect with people through their shared experiences?

Qiao Ling isn't a confrontational character. She's avoidant. She will wallow in her guilt and not let on until it gets too much. But she wants to do better and isn't this her chance to do something? Say something? To not just be a passive observer and be left with regrets? I don't think it will be immediate by any means, but I think for her arc to conclude properly, she will have to conclude for herself that she needs to be open with the information she has and share it. If she's pushed into it, then it's just Doudou again. But if she chooses to share the information, then that's the pay-off set up back in season one.

Broader Themes in the Show

Broader themes regarding information and withholding of it. We see time and again in this series, that characters withhold information from others.

Liu Xiao and Lu Guang with Li Tianchen and Cheng Xiaoshi respectively, both holding more information than their "partner". Refusing to share it so that they can control them. Their reasons may differ, but the dynamics mirror each other in that respect. Unhealthy dynamic number one.

Li Tianchen and Li Tianxi, never addressing what Li Tianchen is doing with their powers. It allows Li Tianchen to pretend to himself that he is protecting Li Tianxi and carrying out justice. Li Tianxi is heavily implied in her telling of their backstory to know more than she lets on with regards to Li Tianchen's actions. But the refusal of both siblings to broach the topic eventually leads to Li Tianchen going where Li Tianxi cannot follow in his pursuit of vengeance and puts Li Tianxi in the very danger Li Tianchen wanted to avoid. Unhealthy dynamic number two. (There are more than this but I'm just sticking to these to keep this from getting any longer)

To go back to the hospital confrontation, when Qiao Ling says: "You're always trying to protect me. I really appreciate it. But what I need more is your trust." When she says this? It's a direct hit against the idea that protection should involve keeping people out. And in this case, Cheng Xiaoshi does start to let her in. They do manage to have healthy communication here now that Qiao Ling has been let in on the dives and is allowed to do something to help. She doesn't want to be passive.

She knows what it's like to be locked out, to be "protected" without having her own agency respected. But now, as of end of season two, she's on the other side. She has the information and Cheng Xiaoshi is locked out.

When Qiao Ling was assigned as the "Star of Wisdom, to light the way" in the Doudou arc, that's because it's her role in the show overall. Lu Guang certainly isn't going to push forward with healthy communication; he's too committed to his path for that. Cheng Xiaoshi meanwhile doesn't have the information needed to even start a confrontation. Qiao Ling is the only one in the position to lead the way with her knowledge. To provide the route to healthy communication once more.

She is the catalyst.

#ikik catalysts speed up reactions (not cause them) and are used up in the process so pls don't take this metaphor literally #link click #shiguang daili ren #shiguang daili ren spoilers #also my bolding is so eclectic but I tried to just go for the parts that were most important to what I was trying to say #also sorry im too lazy to make this more screenshotty so it's just full on words without many images to break it up #hopefully the formatting helps a tad but yeah sorry

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cheegu3 · 7 months

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Enhypen - the glory (part 8)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; swearing, mentions of sexual assault & masturbation, mentions of suicide, stalking, mentions of murder

genre; yandere

wc; 5.3k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; not really sure how to describe this chapter, maybe calm and then a storm right at the end ?? LMAO, but anyways thank you as always for your love and support <3 in case you missed it, I will be updating every Sunday now instead of every other Sunday, love youuuu !!

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You and the officer were pressed into the small space that was the security room in your apartment’s building. The guard was a small and old man far into his seventies who, at first complained about all the ‘’ extra work ‘’ you were giving him.

The nice officer had to show his badge and insist he was interrupting the investigation before he reluctantly sat down and started scrolling through the dates. You stood in silence, watching over his shoulder while the mouse scrolled and clicked frequently.

At last, he seemed to have found what he was looking for. The cursor glided towards a small picture in the corner with the date of the night before, when Jake visited your apartment.

‘’ I will just go through it briefly, ‘’ the old security guard mumbled, shaking his head when he saw just how much footage it was.

The video was fast-forwarded, while you and the officer watched, getting more impatient by the minute. Your eyes never left the screen. Many people who lived in the building passed by the cameras for a moment, it was so fast it was almost hard to tell them apart, but you were sure some of them were neighbors you had seen.

When the time at the bottom of the video got closer to when Jake visited your apartment, you leaned in. A young man with voluminous hair, carrying some bag passed by for a split second.

‘’ Stop! ‘’ you shouted out, startling the guard.

He reversed and slowed it down so you had the opportunity to confirm if it was him. This time when it was at normal speed, it was much easier to see that it was in fact Jake. You watched as he made his way over to your apartment door, strolling all too casually for what he was about to do.

As if he could hear you, his head turned terrifyingly slow towards the camera. He stared into it for several seconds; the camera’s pixels only making him look even more psychotic. An eerie smirk ghosted over his lips, sending shivers down your spine.

Then he rang the doorbell and you spotted your dad. Jake’s entire demeanor switched, too easily, like it was second nature to him now. It reminded you of when you had the altercation with your dad and Jake the same night, and how he’d done it with ease then too. One second, the lustful and cocky eyes to you - the next, the innocent and begging eyes to your dad.

Your dad stepped aside, letting him in. The video had no sound, but you could imagine what they were saying since your dad told you a bit of it. The officer scribbled down something in his notebook, and the three of you kept watching with a newfound sense of focus and bated breaths.

The clock at the bottom said that five minutes had passed. Had he been in there for so long? Your face dropped, no- don’t say he was in your room while touching himself? You couldn’t hold back the loud gag that slipped out.

‘’ Are you okay, miss? ‘’

You nodded to the officer, still not looking away from the screen. The old man pressed on a key and the video sped up again. One minute more passed, then two, and then three. Suddenly, the screen went completely black.

‘’ What happened? ‘’

The keys of the keyboard were pressed rapidly and repeatedly as the guard tried his best to reverse the footage. He tried everything; reversing didn’t work, so he tried going forward, reloading the footage, and even rebooting the computer - nothing worked.

You let out an exhausted sigh. ‘’ The footage is lost? ‘’

‘’ I’m sorry miss, ‘’ he squeaked back in response, now a lot more apologetic than before when groaning about it being a chore added to his daily stress at work.

It was very weird, almost like they knew you’d go back to your building for proof. It made sense however, when it dawned on you that they could’ve seen you at the police station if they were following you and hurried to get here before you and the officer did.

‘’ You can’t get it back? ‘’

The officer hurried to move when you while in distress tried taking control of the computer and almost pushed the security guard off his chair in the process, who only huffed at you.

‘’ Miss, there’s no use, ‘’ he calmly said.

But you felt anything but calm. You started trying to shake him off and break loose, gritting your teeth from how hard you were trying.

‘’ Let go of me! ‘’

The tightness only increased making you groan in pain. The harder you tried to fight him off, the harder he held you in place.

‘’ Miss, if you keep resisting I’m going to have to arrest you for battery against a police officer. ‘’

Your movements stopped and your passionate grimace disappeared.

‘’ What? ‘’

Seeing that you stopped fighting, you were freed. But you didn’t do anything. Your hands fell limp to your sides.

‘’ You scratched me, ‘’ he shrugged.

You almost felt like at a loss for words.

‘’ That’s not a big deal though, right? You’re supposed to be on my side. ‘’

It wasn’t a way of talking to a police officer that most would’ve felt was fine. You suspected that the fact that he was around the same age as you made you see him as an equal, and you hoped it made him want to help you more.

‘’ I’m still following the law. You were being aggressive. ‘’

His voice came out monotone, void of the same empathy it had carried before. For some reason it made you feel like a lump had formed in your throat.

‘’ Can’t you see why I reacted that way though? ‘’ you had to take a deep breath, that sounded very shaky when you felt like you were about to cry. ‘’ No one is helping me. ‘’

The officer looked at you blankly, taking a few seconds to answer. He took off his hat and ran his hand through his disheveled hair.

‘’ There’s not much we can do. We don’t have a warrant to go search his house for the item unfortunately, ‘’ a tear rolled down your cheek as you scoffed in disbelief at the situation.

‘’ For now, we will have to wrap this up. If anything new comes up, call us. ‘’

You had expected him to say that, but it felt so much more painful for it to actually be voiced out. You’d had high hopes for this; even if you didn’t have footage of him holding it, just seeing him leaving your house would’ve made you feel validated because the others saw him too.

It also felt like something huge had slipped right out of your hands. Something that could’ve been used against him in the end, when his support system had been taken down. For a moment you thought of going over to Jake’s house on your own, but you didn’t have any fight in you after everything. The officer told you to go home, and you did so with a heavy heart and dragging feet.

*******

Although it was a school day the next day, you didn’t feel like going. When your dad poked his head in, you were still lying in your bed, head turned away so he couldn’t see the dried tears from the night before.

‘’ I don’t feel good today, can I stay home? ‘’

‘’ Sure, hun. ‘’

You didn’t take sick days often so that was probably one of the reasons he let you this time. The door to your room was left slightly ajar, and it felt calming when he left the house and it was completely quiet. Maybe you could go to your part-time job and ask if they had a shift. You hadn’t gone in a while so some guilt gnawed at the pit of your stomach. But they were a small business that often didn’t ask for help either.

Before that though, you rolled over to the other side and picked up your phone while trying to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. Several new messages greeted you. The ones from Yeonjun caught your attention in particular.

7:12 am

Grumpy cat: Soobin told me about the company and how we need to destroy them first to get to your bullies. We’re trying that today.

Grumpy cat: Text Yena to go to the building at around 4 pm today, wearing a suit, and make her bring her phone and headphones so we can tell her what to do.

7:43 am

You: How would we even get in?

Grumpy cat: Right under their noses

You: What? How the hell would we do that?

Grumpy cat: Fake it till you make it. Ask Yena if the people at the company would recognize her, otherwise, we’d have to change her appearance a bit.

You: She’s going in alone?

Grumpy cat: We know they’re watching Soobin for certain and maybe you and me as well. Who else could do it?

You: I guess you’re right…But where will we be?

Grumpy cat: The café across the street, I’ll tell you more when we’re there. Bring your school books so it looks like we’re studying and come at 4 pm.

You tossed the phone and slowly got out of bed, stretching and yawning as you did so. Your eyes happened to land on the wall with the post-it notes. It still looked very empty. Likely it would remain that way for a long time unless whatever Yeonjun had planned for the day worked.

Ignoring the homework that was lying on your desk, you went to the kitchen to get some food and get ready for the day. After eating you decided to go for a quick shower.

Everything felt fine at first. You undressed and then stepped in under the hot water that made you wince. Then a thought washed over you, a paranoid one, that made all the hairs on your body stand up.

What if he went in here too and put up one of those tiny spy-cams? You jumped out of the shower, bulging eyes scanning everywhere in the room. Things started to get thrown all over the floor as you went down on your knees to search the cabinets too. You looked there, in the top cabinet, behind the shampoo bottles, and under the folded towels - but nothing. In the end, you just stood there, staring at all the things on the floor and feeling like you were slowly becoming crazy.

Before you let your mind ponder over that thought for too long, you hurried to finish showering at almost record speed and then ran to your room; scared to admit that you imagined cameras all over your house now too.

Within minutes you were out of the door and running down the stairs to get to your part-time job. Just rounding the corner to the last few steps down to the entrance you raised your head and met eyes with Heeseung.

‘’ What are you doing here? ‘’ you complained, a bit breathlessly as you walked right past him.

Heeseung whipped around to look at you. He was a bit confused about where you were going, but a small amused smile still adorned his lips.

‘’ Going somewhere? ‘’

You hesitated. Would he be angry if he knew you weren’t going to school? Heeseung noticed the hesitation and stepped closer, tilting his head slightly.

‘’ Why aren’t you answering? ‘’ a smirk slowly tugged his lips upwards, ‘’ Are you that scared of me too? ‘’

‘’ No! ‘’

‘’ Then what is it? You know we don’t like when you lie, princess. ‘’

You looked at the door, and so did Heeseung. Sensing what you were thinking, he swiftly moved to put himself between you and the door. To make sure you weren’t going to run to another door he put his hand into yours as well.

‘’ Well, wherever you’re going, I’ll come with. ‘’

‘’ What? Fuck no! ‘’

You tried pulling your hand out, but it was no use. The more you struggled, the wider his smile stretched as he watched you silently. Eventually, you let out a frustrated groan like a little child which made him tauntingly say, ‘’ Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it? ‘’

Too riled up to respond you just pushed the door open and stepped out. It was a lot colder than you had expected. You sucked air in through your teeth and scrunched your nose as the wind hit you.

Heeseung rolled his eyes and you felt him move to take off his jacket, he was quicker than you thought, seemingly having read your thoughts again.

‘’ Don’t even think about running away. ‘’

You lied through your teeth, ‘’ I wasn’t. ‘’

The jacket was placed around your shoulders and despite it being quite oversized you happily put it on, sighing in satisfaction at the warmth engulfing you.

‘’ So where are you going? ‘’

‘’ My part-time job. ‘’

‘’ Not school? ‘’

‘’ Is that why you came here? ‘’

‘’ We didn’t think you’d come after your little…tantrum yesterday, ‘’ he snickered.

‘’ It wasn’t a tantrum. Jake was being a bitch, ‘’ you scowled.

‘’ Yeah right. ‘’

You decided to ignore him from then on. If he wanted to come with anyway, that was his problem. Hopefully, he’d go home quickly when he realized you weren’t going to give him attention because really, all of them were starved of just that.

Heeseung had a car waiting outside that drove you to the address of your part-time work. Inside, the warmth of the temperature but also the family working there greeted you. They agreed to give you a shift while eyeing Heeseung curiously who kept saying he was your boyfriend.

No matter how many times you denied it and pleaded with your eyes to them, they still let him stay, sitting at a table where he had a good view of you at all times.

It was hard to ignore both him and your phone simultaneously. There were probably a million messages from Soobin on there asking where you were and if you were okay. Maybe he’d grow sick with worry and skip school to go to your house and see if you were there, only to be met with silence since your dad wasn’t home either.

You served some more customers and then after an internal battle, you picked up your phone during lunch break. Just like you thought, he had sent about a dozen messages, and many more missed calls.

‘’ Who are you texting? ‘’

You were sitting at the same table as Heeseung and although you wanted to not be suspicious, you also didn’t want to risk him seeing the display so you pressed against the wall and turned the phone away.

‘’ A friend. ‘’

‘’ A friend? You have no friends. ‘’

You laughed, feeling offended.

‘’ Yes, I do! ‘’

‘’ Who? ‘’

You hesitated again, chewing at your lip anxiously. Heeseung knew it was a habit of yours so you hurried to answer before he’d point it out or think you were lying.

‘’ S-Soobin…’’

There was no use lying anyway, they already knew about the two of you.

He hummed. You didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed.

‘’ And…what does he want then? ‘’

You scratched the back of your neck.

‘’ Just- asking why I wasn’t at school! ‘’ you exclaimed, a bit too enthusiastically as you were proud of yourself for figuring out what to say mid-sentence.

Heeseung nodded and then didn’t press further. Instead, he started talking about the other guys, right before your break was over and you had to do the last bit of the shift.

‘’ They really miss you. There’s probably not a single day that goes by without them talking about you. ‘’

You didn’t answer, just taking out the distaste you felt, at the poor rice on your plate that you poked angrily.

‘’ Especially Jake, ‘’ he tried to hide the smile that appeared on his face.

‘’ But also Sunoo and Sunghoon. Said they feel like they haven’t seen you in a while, ‘’

He watched you pretending to be very busy with your food and knew how you were feeling on the inside, you didn’t need to tell him.

‘’ We’re thinking of inviting you over again. ‘’

You raised your head to look at him and he looked pleased you were finally paying attention.

‘’ A…sleepover. I think it was Ni-ki’s idea. ‘’

You snorted, ‘’ Ni-ki’s idea? ‘’

He shrugged and smiled. You two almost looked like a normal couple until he had to ruin it, like always. ‘’ Well whatever you think about it, you still don’t have a say in whether to come or not.

You sounded tense, ‘’ Of course not. ‘’

‘’ Did you run into Jiyun yesterday? ‘’

‘’ No…who is that? ‘’

Liar

Heeseung would be sure to remember that for another time. He told you he doesn’t like liars.

*******

You were let go by Heeseung after the shift at your job, saying you were going home. You arrived at the café around the same time as Soobin and Yeonjun did, so you walked together, to a lone table in the farthest corner.

As soon as you sat down, Soobin started talking which immediately had Yeonjun rolling his eyes and pretending to cover his ears.

‘’ How did you run into them yesterday by the way? When you were running from them, ‘’ he asked.

‘’ I ran to the bathroom during lunchtime in case they would try to get to me. ‘’

‘’ And they were waiting outside? ‘’

You laughed humourlessly, ‘’ Yeah, but not for me. Remember that girl in the hospital? ‘’

‘’ With the burn wounds? ‘’

You hummed.

‘’ Her name’s Jiyun. We talked for a bit and that’s who they were waiting for. Seemed like they had her on a tight leash. ‘’

‘’ What did she say? ‘’

‘’ She said I should get closer to them, use them to my advantage. ‘’

‘’ Use them? Did she say how? ‘’ his eyes searched your face, but you were slightly caught off guard by his question and kept your own eyes trained in front of you.

‘’ Yeah, ‘’ you paused, chewing on your lip again, ‘’ Of course she did. To turn them against each other. ‘’

Soobin was quiet, making you feel a bit worried that he was going to press further. Just before you were about to say something again, he answered.

‘’ I guess that isn’t such a bad idea. But, it’s risky- very risky. ‘’

‘’ I’m not sure how to do it though. She didn’t tell me that part, just hope I figure it out quickly for my own sake. Oh, also she warned me about something! ‘’

‘’ A warning? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, she said she apologized for anything happening in the future because she didn’t have a choice. ‘’

Soobin frowned.

‘’ You always have a choice. ‘’

‘’ Not with them, ‘’ you said softly.

As much as you dreaded what she warned you for, you also knew that having been told that beforehand meant you wouldn’t blame her. If put in the same position, with those types of people many wouldn’t feel like they had any other choice, no matter how much they try to insist otherwise from an outsider's point of view.

‘’ Let’s start setting things up. Have you texted Yena? ‘’ Yeonjun interrupted.

You nodded, ‘’ She should be there now. I told her to download that spyware app Soobin sent as well, so you can get to the Wi-Fi through her phone. ‘’

‘’ Good. Tell her to put headphones in, ones with a mic. Then when she has texted that she’s ready we’ll call her and tell her what to do. ‘’

The phone was brought out of your pocket and you sent her a quick text. When she responded you handed the phone to Yeonjun. Soobin put his textbooks on the table and pretended like he was a good student, practically putting his head inside the books.

‘’ That was quick, ‘’ he smirked, pressing the call button.

It was put on speaker so you and Soobin could hear as well. Yeonjun started tapping on his laptop, but you couldn’t see what it was from where you were sitting, just assuming he was preparing everything.

‘’ Hey Yena, ‘’ you said loudly when Yeonjun had been very impolite and not greeted her.

‘’ Hey. I’m outside the building now. I’m guessing I can’t talk much though. ‘’

‘’ Of course not, people would hear you. ‘’

‘’ Thanks, smartass, ‘’ Yena spat back.

You rolled your eyes and angled the phone towards you instead. ‘’ Tell me what to tell her. ‘’

‘’ First, she has to go in and sit in the café near the lobby, it’s open to the public. Eavesdrop employees' conversations. Then, when she sees a group going to the elevators, follow them and pretend you forgot your keycard- even better if they’re a group of men. Act dumb and aloof, but polite. ‘’

You said the same information to Yena who sighed so loudly you grimaced and held the phone away for a few seconds.

‘’ And then what, genius? ‘’

‘’ You go to the highest floor, the rooftop. Again, act the same way and try to find one or two guys, asking how to get the Wi-Fi because you’re a new employee. ‘’

‘’ Will that actually work? ‘’

‘’ I guess we’ll see. Either way, I might still be able to hack into the Wi-Fi as long as you’re there. ‘’

‘’ It will, ‘’ Soobin said, pursing his lips, ‘’ Pretty privilege, ‘’ he shrugged to you and Yeonjun who stared at him.

‘’ Okay, ‘’ Yena took a deep breath.

‘’ I’m going in. ‘’

No one said a word while the sounds of Yena’s heels clacking against the ground echoed on the phone. More and more voices started getting closer, but it was still hard to distinguish what was being said.

‘’ Hi, I’d like to order an iced coffee, ‘’ Yena said, making Soobin almost burst out laughing.

You patted his thigh to make him calm down and focus and it seemed to do the job, he stiffened and went quiet, joining the two of you with listening carefully.

‘’ Okay. That’ll be 7 dollars. ‘’

‘’ Thank you. ‘’

Footsteps could be heard again as she made her way to a table. You could hear from all the noise in the background that she had picked a busier spot to sit in. Your phone pinged with a new message from her, asking if you could hear them.

‘’ Yes, ‘’ you half-whispered, despite knowing she had headphones on.

You increased the volume on your phone and the three of you all leaned in to listen to the strangers’ conversation. It hadn’t been an important part of the plan but hearing a few keywords in the beginning, told you that you had lucked out on listening to the right people.

‘’ Did he say he was going to press charges? ‘’

‘’ Fuck no. You know what happened to the last guy that did. ‘’

‘’ Oh shit! The guy from marketing? ‘’

One of the guys in the group ticked his tongue. ‘’ Yeah, that guy. ‘’

‘’ He wasn’t here for very long. ‘’

‘’ Doesn’t matter. For some, they pick on them from their very first day on the job. It’s usually those that stick out, like speaking out against the CEO’s behavior or the work’s culture. ‘’

‘’ What about him? ‘’

‘’ I think he said something that pissed our boss off during the after-work thing. ‘’

‘’ Was he being weird towards the younger female employees again?‘’

A deep laugh slipped out of someone’s mouth. ‘’ What did you expect? That old man never stopped. ‘’

‘’ Not used to being told off, huh? ‘’

‘’ Yeah. So he bullies the ones who dare to relentlessly at the job. Usually, they quit quietly, but some…’’

‘’ Some…what? ‘’ a younger guy asked curiously.

‘’ Some commit suicide, or try to press charges and they end up dead like that poor guy. ‘’

‘’ And they’re never caught? ‘’

‘’ No. They’re way too good at what they do. There are some rumors that they have a whole team with just assassinators, you know? It always ends up being ruled a suicide and swept under the rug. ‘’

‘’ But if it doesn’t, because some rookie cop tries taking on the ‘ corrupted big CEOs ‘ on his own, then they’ll send some people to the police station, ‘’ a new voice chimed in.

‘’ They have people there too? ‘’

You already knew the answer, but it still felt like a knot in your stomach had formed.

‘’ Yeah. They take care of everything illegal they do and make sure the reports former employees make are never taken seriously. ‘’

‘’ I’ve heard they back up anyone who is connected to the top. ‘’

‘’ Their families and everything too. They might not have good relationships with their kids but at least they can pay their troubles away so they won’t bother them. ‘’

The group roared with laughter. You only scowled at their inappropriate reaction. It didn’t seem like they actually cared that much. They had just accepted it - that’s how it was and would always be.

‘’ Well guys, are we heading back now? ‘’

‘’ Into hell again, ‘’ one groaned.

The other side of the line crackled as Yena hurried to collect her things and get up in time. If she was too slow they would’ve already gone through the barriers.

‘’ Hey guys! Could you wait for me? I’m new here, I just forgot my keycard because I was in such a hurry this morning. ‘’

A few of the guys murmured or grunted in response which made Yena let out a gleeful sound, which was very much not like her.

‘’ Thank you, sweethearts. You are so kind! ‘’ she cooed with a faux, sickeningly sweet voice that made you cringe.

‘’ Of course. If there’s anything else we can help with, just let us know. We’ve all been new at one point, ‘’ one guy joked.

The three of you smiled as the perfect opportunity had just fallen into your lap. Yena didn’t have to go through the hassle of finding new strangers to ask for help from.

‘’ Oh, yes actually, ‘’ it seemed she realized the same thing. ‘’ I need some help with getting the Wi-Fi. They didn’t tell me anything about that. ‘’

It was quiet for some time before they agreed cheerfully.

‘’ Thank you so much! ‘’

‘’ No problem, always happy to help, ‘’ the guy said back, in a very flirtatious way which made Yeonjun gag and look visibly disturbed.

Next, you could hear that she rode the elevator. She got out after saying her polite goodbyes to the others getting off and then she could finally talk since no one was around.

‘’ Do I even need to go up anymore? ‘’

‘’ No, but it would’ve looked too suspicious if you just turned around there, ‘’ Yeonjun said.

‘’ Have you got what you need? ‘’

‘’ Yup. I can see some files on my laptop since you made me get a way into the Wi-Fi. ‘’

‘’ Thank you for doing this, Yena. We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you, ‘’ you filled in.

A loud scoff came from the other side of the line.

‘’ You definitely wouldn’t, I’m too nice. ‘’

You and Soobin looked at each other, both grinning at the very false statement.

You hummed, ‘’ You should hurry home now so they don’t see us together. Make sure to take a route so that you’re not visible to us, because then you’re visible to them too. ‘’

‘’ Got it. I’ll send you more photos in a few days, bye. ‘’

You hung up and then started a timer for ten minutes. It was just to be sure there was no way you’d run into her, although if the worst case was to happen you could probably just pretend you didn’t know each other; mostly, you were worried about them seeing Yena near Jay’s dad’s building as it might make them think something was wrong.

While the three of you anxiously waited for the timer to ring, Soobin and you collected your things and Yeonjun tapped away on his laptop. After finishing with the last few things you leaned forward to try and look at what he was doing.

‘’ What are you doing? ‘’

Yeonjun raised his head, looking very unimpressed with getting disturbed.

‘’ Just organizing the files and sending them to you two. ‘’

You weren’t even sure what files he was talking about since he never told you, but you didn’t have time to ask. The café was getting a lot busier all of a sudden. Groups of students from the school a few blocks away started pouring in, filling the space up quickly.

‘’ Maybe we should go early, ‘’ you said, feeling a bit antsy.

There were so many people that it was hard to see everyone. Who knows if the one who followed Soobin today, and possibly you as well, decided to come inside the café?

‘’ Sure, ‘’ Yeonjun groaned.

You eventually made it out after having to push through a lot of people. While doing so, you tried to keep your head down and hoped that even if they were there they wouldn’t see you as the three of you exited.

‘’ Shit, ‘’ you burst out, ducking awkwardly inside an alley.

The others looked at you like you were crazy before Soobin’s eyes searched everywhere and when they finally landed in the same place, a low curse left his lips too. Only Yeonjun was left in the dark.

‘’ What the fuck are you guys doing? ‘’ he hissed, but crouched by your side anyway.

‘’ One of the guys is here. Outside the building to be exact. ‘’

‘’ Do you think he ran into Yena? ‘’ Soobin whispered.

‘’ I don’t know…maybe. ‘’

‘’ Who? ‘’

Yeonjun shuffled still while crouching to peek around the corner, he wasn’t really sure who to look for, however. Thankfully the café had just been on the other side of the street to where the building was, so you had a clear view of the stairs leading up to it from where you were now.

‘’ That guy, ‘’ you took Yeonjun’s hand into yours, making him stare wide-eyed at you.

Then you moved his pointer so it landed directly on the person you wanted him to see. It probably wouldn’t matter much anyway, but at least it confirmed you and Soobin weren’t crazy and paranoid. In the future, it could be helpful as well for him to recognize the guys in case he’d run into them.

Yeonjun’s eyebrows knit together, ‘’ That’s…him. ‘’

You and Soobin looked at him worriedly when he started shaking and his breaths grew more rapid.

‘’ Who? ‘’

‘’ The guy who killed my best friend. ‘’

Jungwon…

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A Fate Worse Than Death - Part 1

🕷️staring: Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

🟥 preview:

His eyes snapped open as he heard someone entering his office in a quiet, almost silent manner. Their footfalls, delicate, nearly imperceptible on the black flooring of his office. Due to his enhanced senses, he was able to hear the person way before he even saw them.

He turned around, his pupils glowing blazing crimson, his fangs barred, and his claws extended from his fingertips.

“Who the hell are you, and how the fuck did you get in here!?”

🟦 summary:

Miguel O’Hara’s past comes back to haunt him when a mysterious stranger strolls into his office, carrying with them a profound misfortune that has the potential to ruin everything...

🕷️tw/cw. Angst, unprotected sex, fingering, body worship, dirty talk, multiple reader orgasms, big dick Miguel, mutual orgasm, etc…

🟥pet names: (hers) Mi amor (My love), Bebè (Baby), Cariño (Darling)

🟦rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🕷️word count: 2K

(I do not own any of the fanart! All credit goes to original artist!)

Miguel O'Hara stood before his several orange monitors, his powerful frame covered in his customary blue and red holographic, skin-tight spidersuit. He had been there for hours, his broad shoulders rigid and his arms crossed, studying the monitors in front of him.

Not much ever happened. A few anomalies might be picked up during his surveillance, but he'd typically dispatch other Spider-People like Ben Reilly or Jessica Owens to handle and contain the anomalies. Miguel rarely left his "office," a sprawling space that combined a lab, an office area, and a living room.

The lab was on one side, with counters cluttered with unfinished projects, suits, gadgets, and weapons. Various items of technological equipment were scattered throughout the area alongside the incomplete inventions. At the opposite corner, his living room/bedroom could be found.

Large curtains drawn back to darken the room, revealing a wide window overlooking Earth-928. The remaining furnishings included an end table and a large couch, the latter of which Miguel often found himself waking up on before returning to his position on his floating platform to stare at the orange screens as he had day after day.

Miguel yawned, his sharp, pearly white fangs briefly revealed as he opened and closed his crimson eyes, attempting to shake off sleep that threatened to overtake him. But then, a scent wafted into his nostrils.

A scent that was entirely new to him within the confines of HQ.

His body immediately tensed. He closed his eyes and concentrated, sniffing the air with intent when he detected the strange aroma once more. This time, his eyes snapped open.

Miguel began to carefully search through his surveillance footage, trying to pinpoint the source of this unusual scent when, one by one, his screens started to turn off. In place of the once-bright, orange-tinted footage, he was met with black screens.

Frustration, confusion, and anger welled up within him, his eyebrows knitting together.

‘What the hell is going on?!’

He snarled, scanning the monitors with his red eyes to uncover any clues about the sudden disruption. Yet, he found nothing out of the ordinary. He clicked his tongue in irritation.

‘There's no way the damn power went out. That's never happened before.’

"Lyla!?" he shouted, trying to get the attention of his trusted A.I. assistant, but there was no response. Worry gnawed at Miguel as the situation grew increasingly bizarre and concerning.

“Lyla! I’m not in the mood for games. Get out here! Now!” He bellowed, tapping his foot impatiently when Lyla didn’t show up once again. He growled, slamming his hands down onto his desk which was surrounded by blank screens on his hovering platform, his dark hair falling over his face.

‘What the fuck is going on-”

That scent!

It once more filled his nose.

The aroma, more potent than it was before…

He turned around, his pupils glowing blazing crimson, his fangs barred, and his claws extended from his fingertips.

“Who the hell are you, and how the fuck did you get in here!?”

His crimson eyes were trained on the mysterious figure who slowly emerged from the shadows of his office entrance and into the light.

Miguel had no idea who this person was. The female appeared to be a spider-woman herself, though he had never seen them before in the Spider Society.

The strange woman's multiverse watch on her right wrist was another peculiar feature. He questioned how she managed to obtain a device that he only gave to Spider Society members.

The next thing he noticed about the enigmatic woman that troubled him was her suit.

It looked identical to his own…

“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here!?” Miguel shouted once more, taking a fighting stance; he was prepared to attack, if necessary.

You stepped deeper into Miguel's "office," your body covered in a matching red and blue holographic, skin-tight spider suit, yours much smaller, more feminine-fitting, and perfectly shaped to fit your curves. Your face was covered by a matching, red and blue helmet, hiding your identity from the agitated male.

“So…this is the great Spider Society leader.” You chuckled as you silently entered his office, your gloved finger trailing over the various projects he had been working on.

Miguel stared at you intently, fury growing in his chest at the fact that he still had no idea who the hell was wandering about his office, let alone how the woman had managed to get past the numerous security measures at the headquarters of the Spider Society.

Then it clicked…

The woman was behind the blackout…

He growled, his claws sharpening, his eyes reddening at the revelation.

“Yes, so I suggest you start answering my questions before things get ugly real fast.” Miguel threatened, stepping down from his platform with ease, his eyes glued on the unknown female whilst he stalked up to her.

You snickered, looking over at him through your helmet. "Are you certain that you are Spider-Man? A hero does not immediately resort to violence.” You mocked with a smirk, bringing a scowl to Miguel’s lips.

“You’ll quickly learn I’m not like the others.” Miguel replied, the timbre of his voice gravelly. He walked up to you, his claws itching to tear into your flesh. He knew that’ll be one way to get you to talk.

“Who the hell are you? I won’t ask again.” He demanded once more which caused your eyebrows to furrow under your helmet.

‘He really doesn’t know…’

Your heart tugged at his obliviousness to who was standing right before him. You cocked your head, pouting.

“You really don’t remember me, Miggy?”

The nickname caused Miguel’s movements to instantly halt. His heart skipped a beat.

There was only one person he knew that called him that…

Only one person was allowed to call him something so adorable and fluffy that made him feel so vulnerable and weak in the knees...

‘This can’t be her…

Can it?’

He shook his head, dismissing the idea.

“She’s in another dimension, there’s no way this is her.’

His hands clenched into fist, his claws stabbing into his palms so harshly, it could break skin. He was shaking in complete rage.

He hissed, pushing you roughly against the wall of his office, trapping you in between his arms. “I don’t know what type of game you are playing, but call me that again and I’ll happily tear you to pieces.” His crimson eyes staring daggers at you through your red and blue helmet.

Your lips quivered as you gazed up at Miguel. He was unrecognizable to you.

‘What's wrong with him!? What's happened to my Miggy?’

You stared up at Miguel through your helmet with shaky eyes. “M-Miggy-”

“I said stop calling me that!” He roared, loudly punching the wall behind you. The concrete cracking under his knuckles. You jumped at his sudden outburst and looked up at him in terror.

“What is the matter? W-What has happened to you?” Your helmet hid your heartbroken, terrified eyes that looked up at Miguel, your voice trembling whilst you spoke. A scowl formed on Miguel's lips at your words.

‘What the fuck is this woman talking about?!’

Miguel was very confused. He had always been this way. He had a reputation for being an irritable, rigorous, and intimidating leader. He has never revealed a different side to himself to anyone...

Except her…

He quickly dismissed the thought once more.

‘This woman isn’t her…no matter how much I’ll want it to be. It's dangerous for her to be around me.

I've kept my distance for a reason.'

He assured, the thought making his face become even more grim. He leaned in closer to you, his fury clearly visible. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but keep dodging my questions…” He harshly grabbed your throat with his large hand and gave it an uncomfortable squeeze.

“I’ll be forced to turn to other ways to get you to talk.”

His words made your heart drop, his hand wrapped around your throat, terrified you.

Miguel’s eyes glanced down at your body. You had a stunning and hot physique, one that would make him go a little crazy on any other day, and that made him feel strange. He had never felt this way about another woman.

He only had his eyes set on one…

One that wasn’t here with him…

He kept looking over your body, taking it all in. He was even more confused and irritated by your suit that resembled his.

His spidersuit was handcrafted by himself and Lyla, it was unique and one of a kind. Miguel’s signature red and blue, holographic suit was technologically customized to be able to withstand any and all types of attacks and blows. Unlike other suits, his signature one accommodated to his vampiric features of his spider powers.

So, seeing it worn by this mysterious woman only added to his confusion about who you were.

“Who are you and why the hell do you have this suit!?” He snarled, his talons pressing into your throat, causing the tech distortion of your suit to sputter around his fingers.

You whimpered at the sight of his crimson, hateful eyes and his aggressiveness towards you. “Y-You really don’t remember me?”

“No, I don’t. Who the hell are you?” His tone was harsh and direct. It was for good reason. He couldn’t allow some stranger to be roaming around the spider society’s HQ, especially one as mysterious as you.

Your lips trembled. You’ve hoped by your appearance, by your suit, your voice even that he would have remembered.

Your hand shakingly went up to cup his face in your gloved palm. “H-has it really been that long, Miggy?” You whispered, slowly caressing his cheek with your thumb.

Miguel’s entire body became rigid, your touch instantly making him melt. A sudden purr escaped his lips causing his eyes to flutter.

That touch was so familiar,

Nostalgic.

His sense of touch didn't let him down, even when his eyes and nose did. He could clearly recall this feeling, and he was perplexed as to how he could have forgotten it.

His hand that had been around your throat dropped to his side. He hesitantly slipped your hand into his big gloved one, withdrawing it from his cheek. Your hand, so small compared to his massive one. He tried his best to keep a stern look, he couldn't let his guard down until he was certain it was you.

"Take off your helmet…"

He said slowly, trying to keep the firmness in his voice.

You looked back at his ice-cold and steely visage after glancing down at his hold on your wrist. Miguel has changed from what you last remembered. He has never spoken to you in this tone before, and it startled you a little.

"W-what happened to you Miggy? Y-You-"

"Take off your helmet or I'll do it for you."

His pupils reddened even more, his scowl deepening. His grip on your wrist tightened, his sharp nails starting to puncture the fabric of your holographic suit, creating tiny bursts of white distortion beneath his relentless grasp. You whimpered at the tightness.

“O-Okay…” You stammered, causing Miguel’s heart to skip a beat.

Obeying his command, your trembling free hand slowly rose to your neck, where an array of buttons awaited, one of them capable of removing your helmet.

Miguel's heart pounded within his chest, a blend of anticipation and apprehension coursing through him. He yearned to unveil the identity of this enigmatic woman, yet he couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether it was genuinely you or not.

Your finger located the desired button, and with a soft click, your helmet started to disintegrate. Your hair sprung free from its tight confines, and your glossy eyes were unveiled to Miguel as you peered up at him.

His eyes widened, and he promptly released your wrist, backing away from you.

'This can't be!

S-she's not supposed to be here!'

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Stay tuned for Part 2!! 😊❤️

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