#a. things i can just do on my computer when i'm home

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Since the "they" is a vague, it's hard to tell who Chibi Reviews is referring to, and the inflammatory but unspecific statements also caught my attention, so I did a little digging. I'm guessing they're talking about the UK? The screenshot doesn't give a date, but recently Wikipedia lost a case in the UK regarding verifying user age:

Spotify is also starting to require age verification in the UK for the same reason:

(The law is the UK Online Safety Act, and does seem to have been pushed by talking about preventing minors from seeing porn:)

YouTube has had age verification in the UK and EU for a while, but is now expanding it to the US:

And the UK has established a police force to monitor social media (the "National Internet Intelligence Investigations team") but that seems to have been pushed using fears of protests, not porn, which the original post isn't clear about:

(BTW everything I can find so far about this task force uses the future tense. If anyone can add any definite info, it would be appreciated.)

I think the thing that annoys me about this type of Twiter post is that "<site> restricted" is very loaded language that doesn't actually provide any information. Are these sites just banned in the UK? Can the UK government directly tell these sites what they can and can't host or directly tell users what they can and can't post or view? Were these sites intentionally targeted, or were they just collateral of a broad law? These are the questions that occur to me in the time it takes to type them when I see the word "restricted".

The answer is that so long as you provide a government-issued ID, you can still see what you want.

(This is not good and I am not endorsing it.)

Big companies have been trying to get this info for ages. YouTube might try to get a little sympathy by playing the "Evil government regulation is forcing us!" ploy, but Google execs are clicking their heels with glee and doing cartwheels in the park about this. We live in the age of surveillance capitalism. This makes the user experience worse but it gives big companies access to more of our data, which they package and sell to advertisers to drive targeted ads.

Wikipedia is the only site listed here that will actually be hurt by this, and the fight is not over yet. From the article:

The High Court of Justice in London dismissed claims from the Wikimedia Foundation, which challenged the lawfulness of the categorization system used to determine which sites must comply with obligations. But Justice Jeremy Johnson stressed "that this does not give Ofcom and the Secretary of State a green light to implement a regime that would significantly impede Wikipedia's operations."

(This is still bad! But just saying "Wikipedia restricted" makes it sound like the fight is over and it is not!)

Finally, conflating the Online Safety Act and the National Internet Intelligence Investigations team under "they're trying to restrict porn", if anything, minimizes what's going on because the government is also going after protesters! It is so important to understand that the arguments for surveillance are multifaceted, have different motivations, and target different groups for different reasons. Notice that the internet intelligence police group is being justified by concerns about anti-immigrant protests.

Anyway I'm not really even disagreeing with the original post I just think context is helpful. Thanks for reading.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L Lawliet x Reader pt. 33: the Billionaire and the Prostitute

Oh god guys, it's the end ☹️

I'm really gonna miss this project, though I have to admit it's nice to finally wrap it up! Bittersweet, I suppose.

I'd like to preface this with the fact that even though this is the "end," I never get tired of writing these goobers! I might do oneshots in the future, so look out! As for any loose ends that may or may not be tied up with this, I'm free to answer ANY questions about the story, my thoughts and implications of certain chapters, and any ideas I have about the characters involved.

I'm only human, so if I've forgotten some detail and left it out of the finale, please let me know and I can give you my thoughts on it...even if the thought is just "oopsie, forgot I said that, mb 🫠."

Without further ado, please welcome: The Billionaire and The Prostitute: finale part 2, the final finale for real and for true definitely forever, no takesies-backsies

The first week, you spent packing.

You didn't plan on taking much, just your necessities, your favorite clothes, your car, the few things you bought with money before L's employ. You didn't want anything else of his, even your coveted black Amex felt like it was covered in a flim of lies and perversion.

The cats arrived the day after you, in perfect health, chauffeured by Watari. You didn't say anything to him when you took their carriers from the backseat. There was nothing to say, he was on L's side.

Every night, you slept in a nearby hotel, every day, you came home to get your shit together and watch the cats, like clockwork. You didn't want to put your babies under any more stress, so despite your discomfort, you let them re-acclimate at the house for a bit. The cats, non the wiser, frolick about, unaware or uncaring of the ugly mist that now shrouded your "dream" home. Couldn't they feel it? That creepy, pins and needles, worms in your spine aura? He could be watching now. He might be. That's enough to get you house hunting.

You still have the money you saved from your past prostitution, enough to rent you a nice, albeit modest, apartment on the other side of town. You were all scheduled to move in, the last thing to do was...call L. You needed to terminate your contract.

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For the first two days, after his arrival in Japan, L was sure he could move past this. He was positive all he needed was his work, that he could return to his life of investigation, sweets, and sexual congestion with little issue. He didn't cry, he didn't stare whistfuly at your photos, he didn't listen to sad music, he just...got on the plane, and sat still. He sat there, and did nothing. He thought about nothing. He saw nothing. He felt nothing. There was only the droning of the engine, and the static in his head.

when he got to his new hotel, he sat and opened his computer. A blank white screen. Meaningless shapes in black, Times New Roman. Watari brought him bon bons. L ate them. Watari brought cake. L ate it. Watari brought tea. L drank it. Watari brought ice cream. L ate it. Suddenly, it was tomorrow. Perhaps he needed sleep.

He closed his eyes, hoping for a light cat nap. When he opened them, everything was dark out. He slept for 17 hours. Another day, gone. This third day, he knew something was wrong.

Everything felt so gray, so watery. Like nothing was real, like nothing mattered.

When he realized this, he considered the notion that this was a new development, but after a moment of consideration, he knew that to be untrue. No, in fact, it was a very old development.

Everything before you was just like this. A hunger that was never sated. An itch that was never scratched. A chill that was never warmed. Work was a valuable crutch, a proverbial painkiller that soothed the discomfort. But you? You were opiate induced euphoria. You showed him pleasures he's never experienced, freedom he never thought possible. He can't go back to Tylenol after tasting LSD.

After this realization, he only sunk further into catatonic enui. He doesn't know how long he sat in nothingness, but he does know the ringing of his phone pulled him out of it. The words that scrawled across his display screen. Two seconds was all it took.

One to read the name.

One to flip it open.

"Hello?" He sounded eager, for how he usually is. Almost astonished.

"I need you to end our contract."

"...of course."

And then you hang up. Hearing your voice made everything come back. Every smile, every kiss, every "I love you." And it hurt, all over again. It opened the floodgates, it made him painfully aware of every agonistic second, of the hiss of mocking silence. He had always considered his feelings for you impractical, that love was a begrudgingly accepted distraction. But heartbreak? This was far worse than anything else he's ever experienced. He doesn't know why. You've hated him before. For some reason, this was different.

He picked up his phone, and made a call to watari. The contract states that after termination, you were allowed to keep any money or items you've accumulated over his time with you, as a protective measure, so at least you'd be left with something. As much hurt as he felt, he didn't want you to suffer.

The call was short, he just needed watari to handle the termination, but as he hung up, something distracted him. Something warm, right on his hand. Water? Was the ceiling leaking? Then another, and another. He was crying. He hasn't cried since...it's been a very long time since he's cried. It just wouldn't stop. His body's attempt at release, he assumes. His body has been doing far too much without his permission. He needed you back.

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The first day in your new apartment, right after you finished unpacking, there was a knock at the door. You went to open it, looking and feeling a mess, and there stood a delivery guy.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Sign here."

You take the pen, and sign the paper, clearly confused. "Whats this for?"

Another delivery guy rounds the corner, carrying a giant cardboard box. "That," the first guy nods, gesturing to the box with his thumb. The second guy dumps the box on your doorstep, the two leave. You never ordered a package...

You tried to lift it, but it was too heavy to sustain any height for long. You did your best to drag it in, despite it's lack of grip, until you were able to shut the door behind you and grab some scissors.

Halfway through cutting it open, you paused. Should you be opening this? Then, you realized nothing matters anymore, and you'd welcome a box of anthrax if there was some sort of hit out on you.

It was far worse than anthrax.

It was a box full of beautiful dresses, shirts, pants, anything you'd ever want was in there. At the very bottom, beneath the stacks of fabric, was a white note card. In the center, in Cloister Black, was L. There was nothing else, just L.

A bribe.

You scoff, crumple the note into a ball, shove everything back in, and push it out of your apartment. When it's out the door, you grab a sharpie, scribble "Free clothes!" On the top, and call it a day. Hopefully someone could benefit from it. You weren't going to take his crap. You were above that. Now, anyway.

the note itself is unfolded, lit on fire, and dropped into a sink full of water before it can burn the fingers that hold it. Fuck you, L.

How did he find you, anyway? You didn't really care, it was L, he could find an alligator in a bask of crocodiles.

You needed to focus on bigger things. Like going to community college. You were done relying on others for your success.

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L's first attempt at winning you back seemed to be a failure. He researched the top 10 things to gift women, the most popular items on the market for women in their 20s, cross referenced your tastes, and put together a wardrobe's worth of clothing. He was hoping to do this in one go. Unfortunately, he recieved no response. This was expected, though not ideal. He would just have to fall back on other options.

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Yet another two days, halfway through the week, the same delivery guys show up at your door.

"Sign here."

"What's it this time?"

The guy shrugs, and his co-worker hands you a slightly lighter box than last time.

You kick the door closed, and set the box on your counter. You don't bother with being careful, you just cut it open and tip it over. Out tumbled an assortment of chocolates. Beneath, still stuck in the cardboard were about 5 more cases. They all had different languages, from what you could tell the first was Ecuadorian, the second was Belgium, the third was Swiss, the fourth was German, and the last was French. Beneath it all? L's new calling card.

Cute.

You toss it all in the trash.

the next two days?

Like clockwork, the same delivery guys. "Sign?"

"Yep."

"Any idea what it is?"

the other guy comes around, not with a box, but two giant bouquets. "Two hundred dethorned pink roses, about...one hundred sprigs of lily of the valley."

You groan, and take the monstrous flowers one at a time, setting them on the floor.

"Lady, whoever hurt your feelings, they're trying a helluva lot harder than I would to get you back."

"Uh- what makes you think that?"

"Pink roses and lily of the valley signify apology and remorse, particularly toward a partner."

"How do you know so much about flowers?"

"When you've been makin' deliveries as long as I have, you pick up on a few things."

"...okay."

You push the door closed, now irritated. He just couldn't take a hint, could he?

You grab your phone, and flip it open.

"Hel-"

"Leave me alone. Lose my number, forget my address."

"...I only wanted to...nevermind."

Even now, he can't apologize. He wouldn't, because he knows you'd see through it in a heartbeat.

"I never want to hear from you again. Understand?"

"Yes."

You slam the phone shut. Asshole. You needed a drink...and, after a quick glance at your week-old pajamas, some time outside.

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His gifts worked in the opposite direction. How? He thought...he was sure it would work. Every logistical aspect said that gift giving was the best option. The best option...if you were actually open to seeing him again. This only meant one thing: you were through with him. You truly wanted him out of your life. There was nothing he could do, other than accept the fact that is was hopeless.

He sat in his empty hotel room. Stared at his empty research. Traced the rim of his empty teacup. Rubbed his empty eyes. It was now that he realized what made it hurt so much more. Now, when he'd like to be ignorant of everything. It wasn't just the finality of your decision, or the fact that he would never see your face again, though that surely contributed to it.

No.

It was that it was all his fault.

There were many things in his life that could be considered his fault. His isolation. The pressure put on his successors. The loss of good lives, good agents, good people. So, to cope with this, he has become used to a certain level of guilt. He has convinced himself that these are things sacrificed for the greater good, to never look back, because nothing he did was a mistake when so many lives hung in the balance. He felt guilty when he did the things that hurt you, but not sorry. Not sorry, because he thought that it was what you needed. He foolishly assumed that he knew more about your own well-being than you did.

This, this rejection, this hole torn in his chest, it made him think and feel things he's never thought or felt. Like regret. Remorse. The idea that the thing he did was not for the "greater good," but rather his own selfish desires, and that yes, his actions can have outcomes that aren't more "good" than "bad." You made the unshakable L...sorry. truly, deeply sorry. And he'll never be able to tell you. You'll never know.

The best thing he can do to keep you happy is respect your wishes. If he had done so in the first place, he wouldn't be in this mess.

He would never contact you again. Never involve himself in your life. Never send you gifts, never-

His phone rang. Watari.

"Yes?"

"The...vehicle in your name, license plate 174YLT, has been impounded."

Your car.

Impounded.

"Why?"

"Would you like me to contact the authorities and request further information?"

"...no, no...I'll handle this. Please send me the details. Thank you, Watari."

He could meddle, just this once.

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So.

Jail.

You never thought you'd actually end up here. I mean, sure, you've considered it a possibility with your profession, but you've always been so careful.

The worst part?

This wasn't even sex-related.

Imagine that: a successful prostitute, brought down by a DUI. Sitting between a woman who looks like she hasn't washed her hair in years, and another who was most definitely on something. It stunk in here, like piss, blood, and cigarettes. In the center of it all? You. You, in a latex-adjecent pink dress, cut to your thighs and clinging to your tits, soiled with vodka at the neckline. Your mascara was smeared beneath your eyes, your lipstick smudged across your chin.

All you wanted was to get a night out. One night, to help forget about everything, to remind yourself that you were your own person, that you didn't need a boyfriend. That you didn't need L. It started with your favorite club. Well, second favorite, behind the one you went to for your birthday, but that one had a few too memories behind it now. You ate at the bar, had a few cocktails, danced with people you didn't know- it was perfect. You'd been in there for maybe...3 hours, when you decided to take some shots.

Strong shots.

Shots that may or may not have gotten you kicked out after an...altercation with the bartender after he cut you off. So what does a drunk, 20-something with a broken heart do when she's got nothing to lose?

Go 70 in a 45, lose control of her car, and crash into a tree. Needless to say, said 20-something no longer has a car to crash.

You'd probably be here for a week. It'd be on your record. Your license will get revoked. Your college classes started this week, how would you get to them? How were you going to find a new job? You really didn't want to have to go back to prostitution, after everything.

The bench beneath you creaks as you bend down, hanging your head between your knees. Your life was over. Meanwhile, L was probably posted up in some fancy penthouse, eating pastries and enjoying his old life of quiet solitude. This wasn't fair.

"Hey, you. You're free to go."

You sit up, to find the guard looking directly at you.

"Me?"

"Who else? C'mon, move it."

You stand, wobble on your heels, and follow him out. "How did...why?"

"Someone paid your bail."

Oh god. "Who?"

"I dunno, said he was a friend of yours. Black hair, weird looking. He's still outside."

Just like that, you're off, running through the halls in your busted platforms.

"Hey! you've still got some paperwork-"

"Later!" You needed to catch him. You specifically told him to leave you alone, clearly he didn't get the message. Sure, maybe he was just doing a nice thing, the final send off, but if that were the case he wouldn't have come in person.

You burst through the door, and through the heavy, slanted rain, you see him standing beneath Watari's umbrella, about to slide into the limo. He glances over his shoulder, froggy eyes landing on yours, and mutters something to Watari. Watari, doing as he's told, closed the car door, puts away the umbrella, and gets back into the driver's seat.

"I told you to leave me alone!"

He does nothing other than stand there, hands in his pockets, slouched. He doesn't look surprised, or embarrassed, or upset. Just...tired. so, so tired.

You clomp closer, farther into the rain. "What are you, deaf?!"

he looks down, cold water slipping from his hair to his back. "I'm...sorry."

"Yeah, you should be! Who do you think you are, coming down here like this? You thought I'd just take you back, because you bailed me out!?"

"No."

"Then why?! Why, god, why can't you just- stop! Just stop it!"

"I love you."

Those sad, wet puppy dog eyes would have worked on you a month ago. Now, they only pissed you off further.

"Oh, come on! Stop pretending like you're the victim in all this, stop acting like I don't love you too!"

He finally looks up at you. "You do?"

Your lips purse. He really was stupid. "Of course I do! But you ruined it. Everything, all of it, it was perfect! I thought- I thought I had something special, and you...you killed it!! For one week, we- we meant something!! everything, it meant something!"

He doesn't reach for you, like the twitching fingers in his pockets want him to. "I'm sorry."

"That's great, L. I don't forgive you."

"I know. But I'm still sorry."

"You can't even tell me what you're sorry for, that's the worst of it! If you were really sorry for what you did, we wouldn't be here right now."

He sighs, and looks away, just as before. "I'm sorry because...you're right. I acted selfishly, because I lacked consideration for your boundaries. I assumed what was best for me was best for you, and that was incorrect. If I had the opportunity to do everything over again, I would have never exchanged your content for my own. I've spent my entire life living selfishly, and the only reason it has worked in my favor is because my wants happened to coincide with the public's needs."

Your expression softened. Not because his words were particularly emotional, no, they were quite clinical. You softened because they were honest. You knew when he was lying, and without a shadow of a doubt, he meant every syllable that left his quivering lips. "That's...not enough for me to-"

"I know. I've come to accept that nothing I do will be enough for you, because I was never enough to begin with. You deserve someone who is as incomprehensibly perfect as you are."

"I'm...not perfect- you're not going to guilt me into coming back!"

"I wasn't trying to. Now, please, call yourself a ride. I'd like to drive you home, but I understand you'd rather not." He holds out his cellphone to you, unguarded from the rain. It was waterproof, the rich bastard.

You reach for your purse, but immediately realize it's withheld by the cops, along with everything else you have. Of course he noticed before you. You glance between him and the car. Oh, what the hell.

"Drive me home."

He holds the door open for you, allowing you in before him. The two of you, soaked to the bone, are welcomed by the heat of the vehicle as it pulls away.

The both of you sit in silence for a while, your arms crossed, his numb eyes fixed on the privacy screen.

"You made me feel like shit."

"I'm sorry."

"You always have."

"Is that true?"

"Not at first. Not in LA. But most of the time, yeah."

"Then that's not always."

You shoot him a sharp, angry glare. Now's not the time for semantics.

"You made me feel shitty for letting you pay me when you loved me, you made me feel shitty for loving you back, and you made me feel shitty for believing you weren't shitty."

"...perhaps...things would have been better if we had never met."

You groan, and rub your eyes. "That's the thing, isn't it? I don't know how I could have...what I would have..." you sighed, took a breath, and spoke as slowly and as clearly as possible. "You made me a better person. That's why all of this hurts so much, because I really thought you were the one. I really did. I thought that the more time we spent together, the better I would get."

He opens his mouth to speak, falls silent, and opens his mouth again. "I'm aware that you wouldn't like to hear this from me, but...I want you to continue to experience new things. I would like you to grow as you have been, because I...I want you to be happy. More than for you to be with me, or any other person."

you look over at him. He really meant it. No word a lie. "Why couldn't you say this when I left? You had the chance, I gave you a chance, and you let me go." Your eyes were watering now, watering with remorse, and anger, and frustration. You can't hate him. You never could, not once in the past two weeks could you bring yourself to hate the man beside you.

"Because it wouldn't have been true."

You sniffle, wiping the tears that spilled from your eyes. "You're so annoying! I can't- I don't understand you!"

He looks down at his feet. "I'm sorry."

You push his shoulder, further angered. "Shut up! Stop apologizing!"

"I mean it."

"Stop it! You- why- why couldn't you have known this sooner, why couldn't you have meant it sooner," you sob.

he pauses, hesitating, before reaching out to wipe away a tear with the back of his finger. "Don't cry..."

He was so soft. So gentle. So unfairly sweet.

At the lack of response, and increase of tears, he decided to answer your question. "When you left...I was forced to confront the truth of how much you meant to me. I didn't value you the way I should have when I had you, because as much as I loved you then, I had no idea I needed you in this way."

You wipe your nose, shoulders slumped in crumbling resolve. "Because of your 'stress relief,' I know."

"No," he shoots back, uncharacteristically upset by the claim. It's enough to make you look up at him again. "No," he repeats, this time with his usual calm. "I need you, every aspect of you, desperately, with more intensity and depravity than I have ever experienced. Every moment I spend without you pains me to my very core, and I fear that the longer this separation lasts, the more I will crave you. However. I refuse to put my discomfort above your own. Not again."

the car pulls to a stop. You're home. He sits back from you. "I will take care of your paperwork, and your belongings will be returned to you as soon as possible. Afterward, I promise to respect your boundaries, and will no longer interfere with your life."

You unbuckle, and reach for the door. This was it. The last time you'll see L in person. Maybe you'll hear about him in the news, every now and then. Maybe you'll bring him up as your ex in conversation, far in the future. Maybe you'll go the rest of your life, never reminded of his existence.

Is that what you wanted?

Is that what you needed?

Did you really want to forget about him?

"Is something wrong? Is there...anything else you nee-"

Your lips land on his. He can feel your arm, snaking around his neck, holding him close. His hand finds yours on his shoulder as his eyes close, leaning into the slow, chaste kiss.

You don't pull away until you have to, until your lungs feel empty and your eyes finally feel dry.

"One. You get one more chance."

[fangerine]

i just saw perfect days and i don't want a smartphone anymore. like, i genuinely don't want this thing anymore. i'm starting to think about all the times i've missed something beautiful existing in front of me because i felt the need to look down at my screen. how much time have i wasted getting quick hits of dopamine instead of getting true enjoyment from something as simple as the sunshine rippling through the trees? i'm wondering when my appreciation for real beauty met its death by way of an addiction to artificial blue light. there's no surprises or moments of amazement when you're constantly attached to the interwebs.

but i want to be surprised. i want to be amazed. i want to feel life again through my own skin, not another mindless swipe or tap.

[luulapants]

If anyone has taken their eyes off what's happening to federal workers in the US right now, here's some highlights that we're hearing from our comrades across the government who have not yet been fired:

In one building (hosting multiple agencies), the locks on the bathroom were changed so employees no longer have any access to a bathroom during the workday. People are peeing in trash cans.

Elsewhere, multiple agencies have reported that hand soap is no longer being supplied in the bathrooms.

Toilet paper supplies have not been adjusted to meet the needs of a vastly increased number of in-office employees.

Employee-owned coffee and coffee makers have been stolen or thrown away without notice (it was already illegal for taxpayer dollars to be spent on supplying federal employees with amenities like coffee, so many offices have coffee supplied by pooled employee funds).

Meanwhile, many offices don't even have potable drinking water (recurrent legionella outbreaks), so employees have to bring their own water from home.

Despite an explosion in the number of workers in offices, cleaning budgets have been slashed and many offices are not being cleaned regularly enough to remain sanitary. Pests like roaches and rats are a problem.

The firings continue, legal and illegal. Entire programs are being cut. Managers have no idea when they might lose staff. Employees are getting fired at 6pm on a weekend or finding out when they're unable to log into their computer or when they receive a shipping label in the mail to return their equipment.

Through all of this, the DOGE employees in federal workplaces are enjoying incredible and expensive luxury: AI-powered sleep pods, entire dormitories so they can live in federal buildings, nurseries for their children on site, free food and beverages, laundry services, and who knows what else. They have special security to restrict access to their areas of the buildings, including armed guards.

And I'm not just saying this to lament how bad it is for federal workers. I'm saying this because, as workers are reporting this to one another, the response is, inevitably: "This is illegal." "Yes, but who would I report it to? OPM? They're a DOGE puppet. OSHA? They've cut OSHA. The Inspectors General? Cut. The NLRB? Cut. My union? No longer recognized."

There is no one left to enforce these laws, so taking away access to basic sanitation is now effectively legal. They are doing this to federal workers, who historically have been some of the best-protected workers in the country. They are doing this specifically because it demonstrates to the public sector that it is now legal to do these things to their own workers.

[chaotictomtom]

comes out all beaten up and coughing up blood : hi guys im just done with my 2 hours paperwork moment (living in france experience)

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

the dint

summary: when clark kent stumbles into a 24 hour vet clinic with his unconscious side-kick, the last thing he expects to find is maybe the only person in metropolis who can handle krypto. It’s an extra bonus that she’s beautiful too.

warnings: swearing, fluff

notes: I loved this movie and I loved this version of clark kent. and I totally ran away with this idea. please enjoy <3

*yn* always liked the clinic at night.

The phone barely rang, the waiting room wasn't flooded with neurotic purse dogs yapping at anything that moved, no owners complaining that she couldn't magically click her fingers and make their beloved fur babies well-trained.

It gave her time to focus on what she really cared about. The animals.

Working nights at a 24 hour vet clinic also meant that usually anyone who stepped through the front door, was dealing with an emergency.

She liked it though. The pressure. The adrenaline. Feeling like she's actually made a difference when she manages to bring an animal back from the brink.

Tonight was not one of those nights. It had been quiet. The only person who'd come through the door was a tourist asking for directions to Metropolis City Hall.

She stared at her computer screen. Cupcake's intake form stared back at her.

Chihuahua. 3 years old. Overweight. Biting warning. Aggressive. Reactive. Overdue for almost every vaccination. She scrolled through the checklist, checking off each box in turn. Her pointer finger hit the mouse just a fraction harder everytime she clicked off a box.

"Isn't there medication you can give her or something? To calm her down?" "Ma'am, Cupcake isn't suffering from anxiety. She just needs some training so she learns not to bark at everyone that walks past her." "So what, now I can't control my dog?" "Ma'am-" "You know what, I think I'll take Cupcake to that new vet that's opened up down the block. Take her to someone who actually cares about helping animals."

*yn* leant back in her chair, the interaction from earlier that afternoon playing over in her head on a loop.

"Fucking idiot." She muttered.

She glanced up at the clock on the wall. The paw shaped clock hand ticked slowly.

It was nearly quarter to twelve.

Almost time for her to clock off.

She tried to focus back on the soft blue light of the computer screen in front of her. She couldn't leave for the day until she finished typing up her shift report , but her mind kept wandering.

Her phone buzzed on the desk.

Running late sorry. Had to evacuate the subway again - metahuman flooded the station! :(

A sigh escaped her lips. Lucy was meant to be here at eleven thirty so they could do the shift handover before the next vet tech on shift got here at midnight.

*yn* had already sent Will, the vet tech on her shift, home for the night. It meant that she'd be manning the fort on her own for at least another thirty minutes.

She responded to Lucy letting her know it was fine and not to stress before placing her phone back down.

She rubbed her temples as she felt a headache begin to creep up the back of her skull. The last twelve hours were starting to take its toll.

She pushed out of the chair, stretching her stiff limbs.

Tea. She needed tea.

The sound of her sneakers squeaking on the laminate bounced off the walls. A car honked in the distance.

It was so quiet that she could hear the tiny huffs and snorings emanating from the animals being kept overnight in observation.

Her hand wrapped around the handle of the rusting kettle.

A sharp series of rapid knocks made her jump and jerk her hand back, causing the kettle to topple off the counter. The lid swung open halfway on its journey to the floor, causing water to soak her front.

"Fuck!" She cursed as the kettle crashed loudly on the ground.

If the water had been boiled, she'd have been taking a very urgent trip to the ER.

"I'm coming - shit!" She hissed as she tried to clumsily ring her scrubs out.

The knocking continued as she hurried out into the waiting area.

They always locked the front door after hours. The locals knew there were drugs galore in here. *yn* had very quickly learnt that they weren't particularly fussy about whether they were intended for humans or not.

There was a man standing at the door. It was hard to make out his features in the dark. What she could tell was that he was huge, his imposing frame nearly engulfing the whole glass panel.

As she got closer to the door, she realised he was holding a bundle of white fur. Almost blinding so. Like it had been carved from fresh snow.

She paused for a split second.

She was acutely aware that she was alone in here. And it wouldn't be the first time that someone had tried to use a stray to get inside.

"Please! You have to help us!" The man's voice was muted as it tried to pierce through the thick glass.

*yn* glanced back down at the bundle in his arms. It was unmoving.

That made her decision for her.

She slid the deadbolt out of the latch and stepped aside, allowing the man to tumble in.

The fluorescent light allowed *yn* to finally get a look at him. A mass of black curls on top of his head, a face framed by thick glasses that were sitting lopsided on the bridge of his nose.

That was all she took note of before she focused her attention on the animal in his arms.

A dog.

"Thank you - I just- I came home and I didn't know what to do and I just googled the closest emergency vet and I-"

"Follow me. What happened?" *yn* asked him as she crossed the waiting room to open the door that led to the consultation rooms.

"I-I don't know I just came home and he was unconscious, I tried to rouse him but nothing was working."

"Just put him here." She gestured to the table in the middle of the small room.

"He's breathing, I could hear- I checked his pulse." The man continued as he placed the dog down gently.

"Well, that's a good first step." *yn* ripped two fresh gloves out of the dispenser.

"He couldn't have eaten anything? Chocolate? Medicine left out?"

"No." He shook his head adamantly. The sticky thwack of the gloves encasing her hands rung out through the room.

"Ok. That's good." She nodded as she rounded the table.

Her heart was beating fast, but she was calm. The headache had dissipated. The adrenaline that she was addicted too had taken hold.

"I'm going to have to ask you to step out while I take a look at him sir." She instructed without looking up as she began to press her hands against the dog's ribs.

"What- no I can't-"

"Sir." She cut him off firmly. "I'm not asking."

"But-"

"Sir-"

"It's Clark."

She glanced up at him, noting the expression on his features. She'd seen that look a thousand times before.

Pure fear. Panic. Confusion. The guilt that he might have been the one to cause this.

"Clark." She softened her tone. "I'm *yn*. And I understand how you must feel right now. But in order to give your dog the best medical attention that I can, I need to be a hundred percent focused and I can't do that with you in the room."

He opened his mouth as if to argue, but promptly shut it and nodded.

"Ok." She nodded back. "What's his name?"

"It's uh-" Her brow furrowed, peering up at him through her lashes when he paused. "It's Dog."

She nodded, unphased.

"I've heard a lot worse, trust me."

She remembered to shoot him a small smile, hoping it would somehow ease his worry.

"Dog is in safe hands. I promise."

Clark jiggled his leg up and down. The fluorescent light hummed above him.

It had felt like hours had passed since he'd crammed himself into the small waiting chair.

He could hear the vet, *yn* she'd said her name was, moving around in the room behind him.

His ears picked up her soothing voice.

"You're very handsome, has anyone told you that before?"

He leant his head back against the plaster, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to calm himself down.

"You're going to be just fine, gorgeous boy. I'm going to take very good care of you."

His heart warmed. Krypto was indeed in very safe hands, he could tell already.

After what felt like an eternity, he could hear the squeaking sound of *yn*'s sneakers getting louder. Clark shot up out of the chair the second the door swung open.

"How is he?"

Now that she wasn't in sink or swim mode, she could finally look at the owner of her patient properly.

The thick frames that she identified earlier were covering kind, blue eyes. The glasses were still crooked, sliding down the bridge of his nose like they were trying to escape. The black mass of curls were perfectly tendrilled, flopping down over his forehead.

His body was wrapped in a jacket. There was a tuft of red material poking out of the left pocket.

His frame seemed even bigger than she remembered. His thighs looked like they could be the size of her torso, his biceps the size of her head.

He was stupidly good looking, she quickly realised.

The tense look on his face made her snap back into reality.

She cleared her throat, "So far, Dog seems completely fine."

Clark let out an audible sigh of relief.

"I did an ultrasound and a physical and couldn't detect anything abnormal, apart from some bruising that's starting to form around his skull." She placed her stethescope around her neck.

"I did a quick scan, there's some slight swelling around the brain but nothing that seems to be of any concern. Looks like he might have taken a bump to the head."

Clark frowned. "I don't understand."

"I've seen it happen before. Dogs get a bit too excited, run into a tree chasing a ball or a coffee table or something and stun themselves."

"Are you- are you saying that he knocked himself out?" Clark queried in disbelief.

*yn* shoved her hands into the pockets of her scrubs. "Until I run a few more tests and get the results of the bloods back, that's my best guess right now. Yeah."

"I guess that explains the dint in the- wall." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a groan. "What the hay, dog." He mumbled to himself.

*yn* raised a brow in amusement. "Did you just say 'what the hay' unironically?"

Clark blinked. Now that he knew Krypto was ok, he looked at her. Really looked at her.

Covered head to toe in pink scrubs adorned with dog bone shapes. Scrubs that were soaked through the front, clinging to her skin. Hair scraped back. Dark rings under eyes that seemed to sparkle. Lips twisted in a bemused smirk.

Beautiful.

"What can I say, you uh- you can take the boy out of Kansas, but can't take Kansas out of the boy?"

That elicited a small chuckle from her. The mood lightened between the two.

"Well if you grew up in Kansas, you must know a thing or two about animals." She answered as she crossed the waiting area to the reception desk.

"You mean I must know a thing or two about cows, right?"

"I wasn't going to say it but..." She shrugged innocently as she opened a fresh intake form on the computer.

"I can't talk though, I've lived in Metropolis my whole life so I guess that makes me an expert in what...rats and squirrels?"

Clark chuckled at that. He pushed his glasses back up the slope of his nose.

"I've given Dog just a little something for the pain and a shot to try and rouse him." *yn* explained, slipping back into vet mode as she typed out Dog's symptoms.

"Thanks. How much is the bill for all this?"

*yn* swotted his question away with her hand. "Don't worry about it."

Clark frowned. "I insist."

"It's fine, honestly. I didn't have to do much. I'm just glad he's ok."

Clark smiled at her. "Thank you, that's very kind of you."

"It's nothing." She dismissed him, feeling herself growing slightly nervous under his gaze. "If it's ok with you though, I'd like to keep him overnight in observation, just to make sure it's nothing more sinister."

"Oh uh-" Clark cut himself off as he tried to think of an excuse. The last thing he needed was Krypto waking up and tearing this place apart.

*yn* glanced up at him over the computer screen.

"I think I'd rather just take him home, he can get a bit antsy. He's not very well trained."

"Trust me, we'll be fine. Our whole lives here are pretty much spent dealing with untrained pets."

"I appreciate that it's just- um- well he's- how do I put this-"

A loud crash echoed down the hallway. Clark didn't need super hearing to know what room it came from.

"What the-" *yn* sprung into action, hurrying down the hallway. Clark was hot on her heels.

She yanked open the door to the consultation room. *yn*'s jaw dropped. Clark nearly collided into her back as she stopped short of breaching the entryway.

Floating a few inches off the table, was Dog.

He was still groggy, but most definitely awake. He was swaying slightly from side to side in the air.

*yn* glanced down at the floor. The surgical light had been knocked over.

"Ok." She swallowed as she inched into the room. "Guess I'll need to add 'flying' to his patient chart."

"I can explain-"

Clark however, did not get a chance to explain.

The second he spoke, Dog's face jerked up. It was like Clark's voice were smelling salts, shocking him into consciousness.

*yn* noticed that one of his ears was permanently flapped up.

A ball of white shot across the room. *yn* yelped, jumping out of the way before he could crash into her. Clark however, wasn't so lucky.

Dog barrelled into him, knocking him clean off his feet. He landed with a loud thud on his back. *yn* twisted around to see Dog jumping up and down on Clark's chest, his tail wagging so fast it was like a windshield wiper on steroids.

"Krypto - stop! Down! Down! Ow!" Clark protested, barely able to get the words out as Dog covered his face with licks.

"Krypto?" *yn* queried as she rose to her full height.

At the sound of his name, Krypto turned to look at her. He tilted his head, his big eyes locked on her. He stepped off Clark's chest and took a few steps towards her.

Luckily, that was enough of a distraction for Clark to lunge forward and scoop him up in his arms.

"Stop it, hey settle dog, please." Clark begged as Krypto struggled against his steel like grip.

*yn* had to do something, if he got loose she didn't want to know what kind of carnage he could wreak in here.

"Hey, it's ok." *yn* spoke calmly, closing the gap between her and Clark. If this didn't work, it was going to have to be a tranquilliser.

"I'm not going to hurt you." She reassured him. Dog stopped struggling as she slowly extended a hand out. He watched it curiously, but didn't squirm away, as it came to rest on his spine.

She began to run soothing strokes down his back. Clark felt Krypto relax in his arms.

"I know, the vet is a scary place huh?" Krypto licked her hand in acknowledgment.

Clark looked up at her in disbelief. It was pretty much impossible to control this dog, and she'd somehow managed to subdue him in less than thirty seconds.

Once she was sure that Dog, or Krypto, was calm, she fixed her attention on Clark.

"So, you wanna explain to me how you managed to get ahold of Superman's dog?"

Clark swallowed. "It's kind of a....foster situation."

*yn*'s brow quirked up, indicating that explanation wasn't going to exactly cut it.

Clark paused, debating whether or not to say anything, before finally relenting. "I know Superman, sort of. I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet."

"Oh." The name rung a bell. "You're Clark Kent?"

He nodded.

"Yeah. I know you, I've read your articles. You interview him a lot."

"Yeah, I guess I'm just lucky." He laughed awkwardly, shoving his glasses back up his nose again. "Anyway Superman is a busy guy y'know? Always out saving the day. I babysit Krypto sometimes when he's out doing all that awesome hero stuff."

Krypto looked up at him at that. He let out a small growl. Clark shot him a warning look, which *yn* luckily didn't notice.

*yn* glanced back down at Krypto. "Well, that's very kind of you." She moved her hand to scratch under his chin.

"Maybe next time you see Superman you can ask him if Krypto's up to date with all his shots. If he's not, tell him to bring him in." She glanced up at Clark through her lashes.

"If dogs from outer space even need them." She tacked on quickly. "They're a bit beyond my expertise I'm afraid. Shockingly, we didn't learn about superdogs in vet school."

Clark let out a chuckle and nodded shyly.

"I'll be sure to ask him."

“Ok, good.” She nodded. A heartbeat of silence passed between them.

"So when you said before 'that explains the dint in the wall', you actually meant the-"

"The ceiling mmhmm. Yep." Clark nodded.

He glanced down at her wet scrubs. *yn* caught his gaze before he could look away.

"Don't ask."

"Wasn't going to." His brows quirked up.

She folded her arms, "let's just say, it can be added to the list of Krypto's casualties alongside the lamp and your ceiling."

Their mouths simultaneously quivered before bursting into laughter.

A fortnight or so had gone by since the whole 'flying dog in the middle of the night' incident.

While her mind every so often wandered to thoughts of the chaotic duo, it was always quickly dragged back to the all consuming reality of her patients, customers and staff.

The longer time ticked on, the more that *yn* was starting to convince herself that the whole experience had been some sort of a hallucination as a result of severe sleep deprivation.

"Hey, you ok if I duck out and grab something to eat?"

*yn* looked up from the bandage she was currently redressing on a grumpy Persian, Tuna, to see Will standing at the door. "Yeah of course, take thirty."

It was only early evening and the start of their night shift, *yn* wasn't expecting it to pick up until a bit later on.

"Awesome, thanks *yn*."

"Oh grab me a redbull while you're out and you can make it forty!" She called out after him.

She heard him shout back an acknowledgment as she focused her attention back on Tuna who was begin to squirm in her arms. "Nearly done buddy." She muttered.

She had just placed Tuna back in his cage when she heard the shrill bell of the front door opening.

"Will, you can beg all you want but you're not getting the company card." She teased as she came out into the front area.

"Not Will, I'm afraid." A deep, amused voice answered.

Clark's gorgeous smile greeted her near the desk. She tried to ignore the way her stomach flipped.

Nope, definitely not Will the gangly freckled vet tech.

"Nice to see you coming in here conscious this time buddy." *yn*'s eyes lit up at the sight of Krypto in his arms. His tail started wagging at the sight of her.

"Not for lack of trying, believe me." Clark answered her as she closed the distance between them to give Krypto a scratch behind the ears.

*yn* seemed more excited to see Krypto than him. Clark kind of loved it.

"I hope you don't mind us dropping in. Krypto has been limping a bit on his front right leg."

Concern flashed across her features.

"I was wondering if you could take a look?"

"Yeah of course, I can take a look now."

Clark followed her through to the same consultation room. He noticed that the lamp had been fixed since they'd last been here.

Clark had only just placed Krypto down onto the table when the front door chime rang out again.

She withheld a sigh. Maybe it was going to be a long night.

"Sorry, I'll just be a moment." She shot him an apologetic look.

"No problem, take your time."

"Try not to take out the lamp again." She teased Krypto before heading back out into the corridor.

Clark's eyes followed her the whole way there.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she made her way out into the waiting area.

The very familiar yapping of a certain chihuahua filled her ears. Shit. It was indeed going to be a long night.

Sure enough, the lady from a few weeks prior stood in the middle of the room. Cupcake's yapping only increased when she spotted *yn*.

Maybe they needed to implement a 24 hour locked door protocol.

*yn* painted on a fake smile. "Hi ma'am, how can I help you?"

The lady's lips curled up into a snear.

"Exactly the vet I was hoping to see."

"Is everything alright with Cupcake?"

The lady scoffed. "Don't pretend to care about my dog now."

*yn*'s smile dropped. If she got accused of not caring about her human customers, she'd probably shrug her shoulders and agree. Humans could definitely suck.

But she always cared about the animals. Always. Even if they were misbehaved, it was always due to trauma inflicted by humans or lack of training.

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me. I went to the other vet and when I tried to claim the bill through my insurance they told me I couldn't because I'd already come to see you."

"Ma'am it was your decision to go get a second opinion-"

"I only had to get a second opinion because you refused to help me." The lady's cheeks were going pink with anger. "The other vet was more than happy to help me."

*yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew that vet from veterinary school. He'd do just about anything an owner asked of him if it meant it made him money, even if it wasn't in the best interests of the animal.

"And now I'm four thousand dollars out of pocket because of you."

*yn*'s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she focused back in on the woman's ranting. Four thousand fucking dollars? She bit her tongue to stop herself from asking if he'd prescribed medication dipped in gold.

"While I'm very glad that you've found a solution for Cupcake, I'm not sure what you want from me exactly."

The woman let out a bitter laugh. "What I want is for your clinic to cover the cost. It's your incompetence that caused all of this."

*yn* gritted her teeth. It was becoming harder by the second to stay professional. "I'm afraid that's not possible ma'am."

"Well that's just not good enough. I want to speak to your manager."

*yn* cocked her head and gestured to herself. "You're speaking to her."

The woman's neck was turning a concerning shade of purple.

"Is this some kind of joke? What sort of joint are you running here? Scamming people out of there hard earned money and taking advantage of their love for their animals. It's a disgrace. You shouldn't be allowed to call yourself a vet-"

"Is everything ok out here?"

*yn* turned around at the sound of Clark's voice. He looked different. His back was stiff, his chest puffed. He somehow looked even taller than usual.

He stood beside her. His eyes ran over *yn* briefly. Assessing. He noted the way her face was taught, like she was trying to hide the impact the words were having on her.

He turned to look at the woman. His face was stony. Hard set.

Cupcake stopped barking at the lady's feet.

"Nothing that's any of your business. Although, word of advice - go to a different vet clinic while you can."

"No, I don't think I will." Clark answered, his tone clipped. "I think *yn* is an excellent vet. Probably the best in Metropolis. She cares deeply about animals and loves her job. It's a shame that you can't see that."

*yn* looked up at Clark in shock.

The lady's face soured even further. If that was possible.

"If she loved animals she would have helped Cupcake-"

"I was trying to." *yn* cut her off, the restraints around her tongue finally loosening free. "It's not my fault that you can't be bothered to train her. But hey, go ahead and drug her up with some meds that she doesn't need and might give her heart failure to make your life easier. Cause you're the one who loves her, right?"

"How dare you-"

"I think you should leave." Clark cut her off firmly. His eyes were blazing with unspoken emotions.

*yn* didn't even think it was possible for Clark to get angry. He came across so gentle. Clearly she was wrong.

The lady opened her mouth to respond but seemed to possess enough common sense realise it was a fight that she wasn't going to win.

"I will be leaving a very honest google review of this place." She snapped. "Come on Cupcake, let's go."

"Looking forward to it." *yn* shot her a sarcastic smile, watching as the lady tugged on Cupcake's leash harshly, dragging her out into the cool spring air.

*yn* released a breath that she didn’t know she was holding as the door rattled shut. She turned to Clark.

“I’m sorry about that.”

Clark looked down at her, his brow furrowed. Humans could be so strange sometimes.

“Why are you apologising? She was awful to you.”

“I’ve copped worse.” *yn* let out a somewhat strangled laugh. Her attempt to lighten the mood crashed and burned.

Clark’s frown lines deepened. “Are you ok? That was horrible. You didn't deserve that.” Clark placed a hand just above her elbow.

*yn* tried to ignore the way her skin seemed to ignite under his touch.

"Yeah I'm fine."

“I hope you know that nothing she said was true.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“For all the things you said.” She clarified when she saw confusion flash across his features.

“I was just telling the truth. You are an incredible vet. That lady would have been lucky to have you look after her dog.” He said it so matter-of-factly. So confidently. Like he was explaining that the sky was blue.

The compliments made her squirm. She'd never been good at taking them. She folded her arms over her torso.

"Well thank you. Really."

Clark noticed how closed off she became at his words. Did she really not see how brilliant she was?

"Although, I'm kind of glad I didn't have to. Cupcake was a bit of a nightmare."

Clark let out a throaty laugh.

"Yeah I know a thing or two about that." He glanced down the hallway to where he had left Krypto, after practically begging him to stay put.

"Speaking of, let's see if we can figure out what is wrong with that paw of his."

The mood lightened as *yn* slipped back into her comfort zone. She opened up again, both physically and emotionally as Clark followed her back into the consultation room.

Clark watched her as she picked up Krypto's paw and gently felt it with her gloved thumbs.

"Your friend is having a bit of a rough time at the moment, isn't he?" *yn* spoke after a few moments.

"My friend?"

*yn* looked up at him, her brows threaded together. "Superman?"

"Oh right." Clark blinked furiously. "Yes, him."

"I feel for him. The trolling online is fucked. Although, the hashtag supershit is kind of funny... but don't tell him I said that."

Clark's fists balled at his side. "Really? I think that one is particularly stupid."

*yn* glanced up at him at the sound of his tone. She raised a brow at the sight of his clenched jaw. "Ok, no mention of hashtag supershit, got it."

"Anyway, he's just trying to do the right thing. I don't know how anyone can have a problem with him."

Clark's annoyance melted away.

"I mean I saw him save a squirrel once for gods sake. The guy doesn't have a bad bone in his body. He's just trying to make the world a better place."

*yn* continued talking, completely unaware of the way Clark was looking at her.

"Ah, I see what's wrong." *yn* announced before Clark had to think of a response, all thoughts of Superman flying out of her head.

"It's a splinter."

"Really? I swear that was the first thing I checked for."

"It's pretty small and it's buried in the crevice of one of his paw pads. Don't worry I wouldn't have spotted it if I didn't know what I was looking for." *yn* reassured him as she crouched down, tweezers in her hand.

"And all done!" She announced seconds later, standing up to reveal a splinter the size of a small thumb tack pinched in between the arms of the tweezer.

"Try that Krypto."

At her words, Krypto tentatively placed his paw down on the surface. Testing it. His tail started to wag furiously when he realised he could put his full weight on it.

Clark couldn't ignore the disappointment that unfurled in his stomach. Not that he'd ever wish pain on Krypto, but a part of him hoped it would have taken a bit longer for *yn* to fix him.

"Now you can go back to putting dints in things." *yn* shot Clark a grin as Krypto leapt off the table and circled Clark excitedly.

He then hurled towards *yn*. He jumped up on her excitedly, his paws pressing against her torso. Not knowing his own strength, the force of him leaping up onto her made her fall back.

*yn* swore that one second Clark was across the table from her and then she blinked and his firm chest was behind her. His hands wrapped around her arms, stopped her from falling flat on her back.

His cologne invaded her senses. Lemon, violet - a hint of cedarwood. This man was going to be the death of her.

"Krypto." Clark scolded.

Krypto sat at *yn*'s feet, looking up innocently.

"Sorry." He helped her straighten up.

"It's ok." She swallowed.

He studied her. His hands lingered for a moment too long to be considered innocuous.

"At least we know his paw is ok." She laughed breathlessly.

He smiled and nodded. *yn* felt the absence of his chest against her back as he stepped away.

"*yn* I'm back! There's a redbull with your name on it in the fridge." Will's voice from the back made the pair pull away from each other.

"Thanks Will!" *yn* called back. She looked over at Clark, whose eyes were still fixed on her.

"I should get going." Clark spoke. "I won't keep you from your redbull."

"Good idea. I get real mean uncaffinated." She teased.

"Somehow, I doubt that." Clark smiled softly, which she returned. "Oh how much do I owe-

"Ah ah no." *yn* shook her head firmly. "I'm not taking your money."

"But-"

"But nothing. Superman and Krypto do so much for us. It's my way of saying thank you."

He couldn't get rid of the smile on his face, even as he accepted defeat.

If he hadn't been certain that he was in trouble already, he most definitely was now.

*yn* sat on her sofa. A half eaten pad thai was in her lap. A coke zero can was in one hand, the tv remote in the other.

She flicked through the channels. She really needed to just pay her Netflix subscription. Her finger hovered over the change channel button as she flicked onto one of the news channels.

Some sort of giant axolotl looking creature was running rampant downtown. Nothing that out of the ordinary for Metropolis. She watched as the camera zoomed in on Superman barreling towards the creature.

Her heart rate jumped when she spied a streak of white and red beside him.

She sat up, her eyes glued to the screen as she watched the pair take on the creature.

She placed the coke can down before she inevitably spilt it. Her nails dug into the couch as the creature whipped around and smacked Superman with it's tail. He went flying straight into the ground.

Somehow, the camera managed to find where he had landed. He'd created a massive path of broken concrete and bricks, leading straight to where his body lay motionless amongst the rubble.

*yn* bit the inside of her cheek as he raised his head and let out a groan. She watched as Krypto appeared, leaping on top of him. He began to jump up and down on his chest, his tail wagging, kind of like he did with Clark.

"Krypto - stop! Down! Down! Ow!" The camera picked up Superman's muffled voice.

*yn* froze. That voice. It sounded exactly like-

She continued to watch Krypto and realised the way he was jumping up and down wasn't just kind of like how he jumped on Clark. It was how he jumped on Clark.

The puzzle pieces all slotted together in her mind. The weird reaction anytime she brought up Superman, the unexplainable speed, the fact he literally had his dog.

"Holy shit."

*yn* glanced down at her coffee table. Yesterday's edition of the Daily Planet, riddled with coffee stains, was still sitting there. She gripped it tightly and flipped to the fourth page where she knew she'd find the latest article that Clark had written.

She scanned through it again. She read the parts where Superman answered Clark's questions. Superman responded to things exactly how she'd imagine Clark responding. Because he was. He was interviewing himself.

Realisation hit her. "Fuck."

She'd called him supershit to his face.

It had been a month since she'd last seen Clark and Krypto. Since she'd figured out who Clark really was.

There were some terrible things happening in Jarhanpur and Boravia, and Clark - Superman - was copping the brunt of it.

She hadn't expected to see them again for a while, maybe even ever.

That didn't stop her thinking about them. About Clark's kind eyes and soft smile. About Krypto's floppy ear and whirring tail.

So, one evening when the clinic phone rang, she got quite a shock when she heard Clark's voice on the other end.

"Clark?" "Hi." He sounded nervous. "Is everything ok? Is Krypto alright?" "Oh he's ok. I mean- it's just his paw. He's limping again. I was wondering if you had time for me to come in later and have a look?" "Yeah of course. Come in whenever. You don't need to call in advance next time, someone will always be here to help." "I know." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Like he was debating his next words. "I just wanted to make sure we saw you."

Now, here they were. Back in the same room, with *yn* examining the same paw.

Expect this time, she harboured the knowledge that the man standing across from her was the most powerful being on the planet.

She tried to relax as she looked at Kyrpto's paw. Her heart was beating firmly against her ribcage. She needed to try and act normal, but she was worried that if she tried too hard to act normal, it would be suspicious.

Should she tell Clark she knew? Maybe he already knew. Could Superman read minds? She couldn't remember.

"That lady hasn't come back has she?"

Clark's voice broke her out of her spiral. She looked up at him. His face was pinched with concern.

"The one giving you grief about Cupcake the yappy chihuahua." He must have taken her lack of response as a sign she didn't remember who he was talking about.

But of course she remembered. She was just surprised that he did.

"No, thankfully." She swallowed and glanced back down at Krypto.

He'd managed to learn to stay still while she was examining him. Like he knew she was trying to help him. It made her heart warm.

"Well let me know if she does. I can talk to my friends in the force if there's anything they can do."

His voice was laced with worry and care. She suddenly felt very stupid about being so nervous. Yes, he was Superman. But most importantly, he was Clark, the guy who'd come barraging through here in the middle of the night worried sick about his best friend. Who remembered all the little things she told him. Who wanted to make sure she was ok.

She felt herself begin to calm. "I will, thank you."

"I just want to make sure you're safe and can focus on your job."

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. How was it possible for someone to be so thoughtful?

She had the sudden urge then to ask for his number. She quickly supressed it. Clark radiated kindness. Of course he'd offer to do something like that. It didn't mean he was interested in her.

She tried to push thoughts of Clark out of her mind as she looked back down at Krypto's paw.

She didn't understand. There was definitely no splinter. She'd triple checked. But he'd certainly been limping when Clark had brought him in, even worse than last time.

She pressed down on his paw, trying to identify the source of the pain. Krypto's tail thudded on the sterile surface happily.

Her frown deepened.

"Have you figured out what's wrong? Is it another splinter?" Clark asked after a few moments. She looked up at him. He was the perfect picture of concern.

She glanced down at Krypto again, who was looking up at Clark expectantly. Like he was waiting for a pat.

"I think so." She stood up as it dawned on her.

"There's no splinter." She peeled her gloves off and chucked them in the trash can.

"Then what is it?"

She glanced down at Krypto and shook her head, an amused smile on her features.

"There's something wrong with Krypto, but it's not physical."

Clark's lashes brushed the lenses of his glasses as he blinked.

"He's faking it." She explained.

Clark looked down at Krypto. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. I pressed down on his paw and he showed no sign of discomfort. And I bet you if I do this-"

She picked Krypto up and placed him on the floor. She turned around to the cabinet and grabbed a dog treat from one of the cupboards.

"Do you want a treat, Krypto?" She dangled the treat in front of him.

Sure enough, Krypto began to jump up, his jaw snapping as he tried to grab the treat. He bounced happily on all four paws.

"No limp." Clark observed.

"No limp." *yn* confirmed as she finally gave Krypto the treat, who inhaled it in a flash.

"He's figured out that if he fakes an injury he'll get attention."

"Or he knew that I wanted to see you."

*yn*'s eyes shot up to Clark's face at his words. A smirk was twisted up on his lips. Was he flirting with her?

She felt her cheeks heat up. She forced a smirk on her lips to mirror Clark's. She needed to try and act unphased.

"Or he's missing Superman." She countered.

God, she was pathetic. He'd given her the perfect opportunity there and she'd completely fumbled. No wonder she was eternally single.

"He is away a lot." Clark admitted, the smirk sliding off his lips.

Shit. Now she'd made him feel bad.

"I didn't mean to imply Superman was neglecting him." She reassured him hastily.

"He's going through a lot right now. I'm sure he's doing the best he can given the circumstances."

Clark's facade faltered.

"You think so?" His tone had softened.

"I do." She nodded. She moved around from her side of the table to lean her hip against it as she studied him.

"He made the right decision. With the whole Jarhanpur thing. He saved a lot of people." She eyed him intently.

"I hope he knows that."

His eyes were moving over her facial features. Analysing.

She'd thrown a line out, giving him an opportunity to reach out and pull her in if he wanted to. Or he could ignore it, play dumb. The choice was his.

"I don't know if he does." His voice cracked ever so slightly.

The energy had shifted in the room. It was like the whole world around them had gone quiet.

Even Krypto sat silently in between them. Watching. Waiting to see who would break first.

"He should. He's a good man. A great one, actually. The world needs more people like him."

Clark couldn't tear his eyes off her. He knew. She knew. They both knew.

Clark reached forward and grabbed the line. He tugged her in.

"How'd you figure it out?" He finally spoke, his voice was so soft that *yn* was lucky to catch it.

She cleared her throat. "I saw you on the TV the other day. Fighting some metahuman. I watched Krypto jump up and down on your chest. The way he reacted when he saw you." She shook her head.

"I just knew."

Clark nodded in understanding.

"Dog's are a pretty good judge of character." As he spoke, Krypto nuzzled into *yn*'s leg.

"Which explains why he likes you so much."

*yn* blushed, leaning down to pat Krypto affectionally. "Yeah well, feeling's mutual."

"Is it?" She looked up at him to see him studying her intently. She had a feeling that he wasn't talking about Krypto. Her heart hammered against her ribcage.

"Yeah." She nodded lightly. "It is."

The pair smiled at each other.

"I'm reserving the right to tease you later about the fact that you've been interviewing yourself this whole time, by the way."

"What can I say, it's nice not having to remind myself everything I say is on the record."

They both laughed. *yn* studied him for a few moments as they slipped back into silence.

"I hope you know that your secret is very much safe with me."

"I never had any doubts." He responded instantly, making her smile widen.

"And if you ever need a petsitter, I'm always here."

Clark winced. "I don't know if I'm ready to put you through that yet. Even I struggle to keep him contained."

"Well, in that case, I do behavioural training classes on Thursday nights at 7pm. You're welcome to come along."

It was in that moment that Krypto spotted the treat jar behind *yn*, perched up on the top shelf of the cabinet. He leapt up into the air, ready to crash straight into it.

Clark's reflexes kicked in, grabbing him by the collar before he could get more than 5 inches off the ground.

A vision of Krypto flying around in a room full of reactive dogs flashed before her. It made her feel slightly ill.

"On second thought, maybe private lessons would be better."

"I think that would be wise." Clark grimaced as he gently pushed Krypto back onto the floor. Krypto let out a whine in protest.

"Alright." *yn* sighed, turning around to grab him another treat.

"I know you're not going to let me pay for these sessions, but I want you to let me repay you in another way."

"And what way would that be?" *yn* asked as she gave Krypto another treat.

Clark sucked in a breath, working up the courage to do what he'd been wanting to do since the first time they'd met.

"Let me take you to dinner."

The blush that had never really left *yn*'s cheeks, reemerged on her face with a vengeance.

She tried to calm her nerves. If he could be confident, so could she.

"That depends." Her tone was light, teasing.

Clark raised a brow. "On?"

"Would this dinner be a-"

"A date." Clark cut her off. He exhaled a breath as he looked at her. "Definitely a date."

She smiled.

"Good. Because that was the only way I was going to say yes."

Clark couldn't wipe the grin off his face the entire time he flew to Antarctica.

He watched as the shards of ice crystallised out of the snow, shooting up towards the cloudless sky.

He whistled a tune as the S emblem split open.

"Good job boy." Clark ruffled Krypto's head for what must have been the sixth time since they'd left the vet clinic as they made their way inside.

Number four turned around from his work station, his blue robotic eye widening.

"Ah Superman! Welcome home. How did everything go?"

"Perfectly. Thank you for helping me train Krypto, number four. The little hop was an excellent touch."

"You're welcome. I thought it might add to the authenticity of it. If I had the emotional intelligence of a human, I'd have thought it was real."

Clark had always intended to ask *yn* on a date. He just needed an excuse to come and see her. To give him a chance to work up the courage to actually do it. There wasn't really anything wrong with faking Krypto's injury, was there?

Clark glanced down at Krypto. As if on cue, Krypto raised his paw and began to limp. He looked up at Clark and wagged his tail, clearly waiting for the treat that usually followed.

"Maybe we trained him too well." Clark frowned.

"Is it possible for you to untrain a dog, number four?"

"I am not sure. I will have to investigate. Or you could ask your friend that you were telling us about. The veterinarian, *yn*. She would likely know given her studies."

Clark winced. Looks like he might have some explaining to do.

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for the taking :: [B.C] x [H.J] x [K.S] x reader

read on AO3

summary: of your three boyfriends, you like to push chan's buttons the most so that he'll really get things going. you sadly underestimate how wild things can get when you rile him up.

pairing: kim seungmin x bang chan x han jisung x reader

tropes: poly!skz mmmf foursome, porn without plot

smut warnings: mentioned free use dynamics, dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamics, brat play, overstimulation x100000, pussy eating, implied mxm dynamics, dom jisung, soft dom/sadist seungmin, hard dom/brat tamer chan, mentions of safewords (it's not used), unprotected sex but it's a long established relationship, reader initiated slight cnc, dirty talk, reader is called a slut as a degradation thing. it's really just pure filthy, not a plot point in sight.

author's note: i didn't plan to write this at all. idk where it came from. enjoy anyway!!

word count: 8.7k

You're laying on your stomach in your bedroom. The lights are dim, music is thrumming from your speaker, and there's a candle on your wax warmer.  It's a quiet, soft night, the kind that you don't see many of. There's always something going on in the duplex you share with your partners. It can be tiring, but in the quiet, you realize you sort of miss it. You fiddle with the green beaded bracelet on your wrist as you scroll aimlessly through your phone.

Then, the door across the hall slams.

Only you and Chan are home tonight, Seungmin and Jisung off God-knows-where for whatever reason. Chan was supposed to go out with them, but he had a project to finish for his job, the same project that had him losing sleep for the last few weeks. You may never understand what exactly goes into producing music, but from the way he stayed hunched over his computer 24/7, you knew it was complicated.

You're not at all surprised when you hear your door creak open slowly. You turn over, eyes catching Chan's as he stands in your doorway with his arms folded across his chest. He's wearing a haberdash of house clothes, including a baseball cap, but you can still see the dark tint on his eyes.

You feign innocence.

“Hey you,” you smile at him. “Taking a break?”

“Something like that. What're you doing?”

You shift your phone to the hand with your bracelet, holding it up and giving it a little shake. His gaze hardens even more. “Just on Instagram.”

His eyes are trained on your wrist, just like you wanted. He recognizes the bracelet. Of course he does– he and the boys bought it for you after one of your many, many conversations. You give a little smile. "It's cute, right? The green matches my t-shirt," you say sweetly. 

It does, but that's not the only reason you're wearing it.

You're wearing it because they know that green means go. Or yes. 

Or take.

"Did you need something, Chan?"

He doesn't respond, choosing instead to push up off of the doorframe and make his way over to you. You decide to roll onto your back to see him better, and by the time you're situated, he's standing over you, arms still crossed.

You gulp.

"Um, hi," you breathe out. Nervousness was not part of the plan. "I– Did you... need something?"

He drops one of his hands and grips your ankle, and where the skin connects you feel like you've been electrocuted. Your body comes alive immediately. You can only watch as he barely strains a single muscle as he pulls you down to the edge of the bed.

"Put your phone down," he instructs. He reaches the soft part of your thigh and pinches, lips curling into a smirk when you yelp.

"Channie, I—"

"I said," he repeats, a little harsher this time, "put your phone down."

You do as you're told, dropping it on the floor next to his feet. He keeps pulling until your entire lower half is hanging off the bed. With your legs spread like they are, you're certain he can feel the pulsing coming from between your legs.

He hums.

"You know why I'm here," he says lowly. It's not a question.

Despite the speed of your heart, you blink up at him dumbly, fighting against the wave of arousal that licks down your spine when he raises an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you manage.

Both of his eyebrows are up now, his expression seemingly surprised for a second before it fades. He nods lightly, almost as though contemplating what you've said, and then he releases you and takes a step back.

Your heart drops for a second. You think you've messed up somehow, or maybe your tone didn't come out right. You're about to backtrack, but then he's back, hooking his fingers into either side of your waistband, and with one simple tug he has your pajama pants completely off. 

If Chan is surprised that you're not wearing any underwear, he doesn't show it.

You gasp when the cool air hits your lower body, and you watch as he smirks. He returns his vice like grip on your ankle when you start to squirm under his gaze. 

"I see you still like to pretend that you have some ounce of control in this relationship," he deadpans. He tugs you back down the bed when you try to wiggle away. You're embarrassed that his strength doesn't seem to be affected by his sleep deprivation. "Come on, baby. You know better than that."

You fight back the giddy smile that threatens to take over your face at his voice. "I don't know what you're talking about," you lie. "Why're you bothering me? Don't you have work to do?"

"I can't focus," he says smoothly. "I couldn't stop thinking about you while I was working. About how much easier work might be if I could fuck you to clear my head."

"That's too bad," you shrug, hoping he can't see how you're clenching around nothing. "I was busy."

He hums absentmindedly, letting the hand on your ankle travel higher. He runs his fingers up your calf, then your knee, until finally he hooks the inside of his wrist behind it, forcing your legs to part. You gasp and try to snap them closed, but he only has to shift a bit so that his other hand is on your opposite leg, holding you open for him.

"Why do you always act like you're not dying for me to touch you, hm?" he asks, but it's rhetorical.  He knows you don't have an answer. You never do. Even so, when you stay quiet, he huffs out a humorless laugh.

"Okay. I'm going to give you two options, because I'm feeling generous." He holds up one finger. "Option one, you admit you're just being a brat, I'll fuck it out of you, and then we can both go back to what we were doing. Or–"

You whine as he abruptly leans down with your legs still in his hands, effectively folding you in half. "Or, option two, you keep it up, and I can tell the boys to come home. Then we'll make this a lot longer than it needs to be."

Chan is dangerously close to your face now. The brim of his hat is touching your forehead. You're almost sure he can feel your heartbeat through the fabric of both of your shirts.

"So what do you want, princess?" he asks, voice dripping with honey. 

You shiver. His gaze is so intense you forget how to breathe. At your silence, he yanks you further into him, pressing himself right up against your uncovered cunt. Even through his basketball shorts you feel the unmistakable heat of his erection.

"I said, what do you want?"

Fuck.

You can't take it anymore. You feel like you're burning with need. "I'm sorry, Channie," you whine out. You can see the fire in his eyes, the way he's so worked up already, and it makes you weak. "I'll be good."

He gives you a sweet smile, leaning forward to press a kiss against your mouth. You sigh into it, letting your body go lax so he can take control. 

Despite your attempts, brattiness never lasts long with Chan. With Seungmin and Jisung, you love the challenge, love making them crack and beg a little, but Chan is entirely unrelenting. You know better than to get him too riled up, especially if you actually want anything to happen.

The kiss is a stark contrast to what you know is to come, and you know that it's on purpose. He always likes to give you the chance to back out, a way to change your mind. Bracelet or no bracelet, your comfort is still always his first priority. It's what makes you comfortable enough to tease him.

But when he pulls away from the kiss and you chase after his mouth, he only smiles.

"There's my good girl," he says. He releases your knees and presses a kiss against your cheek, and then the tip of your nose.

"Chan," you whine. Your body feels cold where his hands just were.

He only tilts his head when he looks at you. "Hm?" Then his gaze turns sinister. "Did you... need something, princess?"

Oh. 

Shit.

"Wait,” You're scrambling up from your position. “Wait, please, Chan, don't–"

He hums. "You were so mean to me," he says, trailing a single finger down your cheek. "I don't think you deserve anything from me."

You attempt to sit up, eyes widening, but he's keeping you pinned down on your bed. "But I said I'm sorry," you whine. "Channie, please, I'll be good--"

He tilts his head again, pretending to think, letting his hand fall down your face to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"No," he decides, and he straightens up, taking a step back. "I think I'm gonna go back to work."

Before you can grab him, he's slipped away, nearly halfway to your door. "Sorry, babygirl. Maybe next time, yeah?"

The smirk on his face is proof he's anything but sorry. He gives you a fake little pout before winking and stepping out of your room, clicking the door closed behind him.

You're sat up on the bed, staring at the door with your jaw slacked. This is a new level of evil, you think. You hear his bedroom door open and shut, then the muffled sound of the track he's working on vibrates the walls.

It takes longer than you'd like for your wits to come back to you, but when they do, you're both utterly gobsmacked and thoroughly impressed.

He's teasing you.

There's a part of you that's tempted to just give in, to make your way across the hall and apologize. Chan is stubborn, but not unreachable. You know if you march into his room, you could get on your knees and make him relent in seconds.

But fine. He wants to play dirty?

You can play dirty, too.

-

It's less than an hour later when you hear the front door open and shut, the sound of Jisung and Seungmin's voices carrying up the stairs. You hear takeout bags and the jingling of their keys, and then–

“We're home!”

You make no effort to move, waiting to see if Chan will leave his room first. Besides, you're still working through some of the details of your plan.

If you stay in your room, Seungmin would come upstairs to check on you first. You know he'll fuck you good, but it takes time to warm him up. By the time you start getting anywhere, Jisung will get to Chan, who might do something stupid like tell him that you were being a brat, and then he'll come in and ruin the whole thing.

No, you need eager. You need impulsive.

You need Jisung.

You pad to the bedroom door, opening it and sticking your head out. Chan's door is still closed, the track he's working on still pumping through the speakers, so you take the opportunity to get the ball rolling.

You make your way down the hall and to the top of the stairs, where you can see Jisung standing in the entryway of the kitchen. The two have already shed their jackets and shoes, and Seungmin is now busy unloading the food they brought back into the fridge. His back is turned to you.

Bingo.

"Hey," you say softly. Jisung's head whips up, eyes brightening as he spots you. He says something you can't hear to Seungmin before he's jogging up the stairs towards you. He scoops you into a squeezing hug.

"Hi my baby," he says happily, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "How was your day?"

You giggle in the hug. "It was alright. Kind of boring. How was yours?"

"We had fun," he says. He sets you down and leans against the wall next to you, reaching and catching your hand in his. You deliberately give him the hand with the bracelet, but he doesn't see it. "I missed you though."

"I missed you, too."

Jisung grins. He opens his mouth to speak again, but then he furrows his eyebrows when he looks at you, like he's just noticing something.

"Is that my shirt?"

“Is it?” You look down, feigning surprise. "Oh, yeah I guess it is."

He hums, tilting his head. His eyes trail to your hand, and he finally seems to notice the bracelet on your wrist. "That's weird. I could've sworn I saw it in my drawer this morning."

You shrug. "Maybe you're just losing your mind."

He grins, bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss against your open palm. "Yeah, maybe. Or are you trying to tell me something?"

You bat your eyelashes up at him. "Am I?"

His smile turns sly. "You are, aren't you?"

Jisung doesn't wait for a response, clasping his hand around yours and pulling you down the hallway back into your room. He kicks the door shut behind him and spins to face you, a wicked grin on his face.

You squeal when he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and laughing against his mouth. His kisses are hot and eager– there's no break for breath as he moves across the room with you. You don't even pause when he lays you down on your bed, hand sliding “his” t-shirt up your body.

You shiver when he brushes against your thigh. His hands are cold from outside, and the contrast against your warm skin feels like electricity. He smiles in the kiss and squeezes the skin tight.

Your own hands find their way around his neck, pulling him even closer into you. Through the thin fabric of the shirt you're wearing, you can feel the hardness of his body all pressed against yours. He shifts against you and the friction makes your nipples harden right under him.

His hands leave your thighs. They wind their way up your torso, feeling you up all along the way until he finds the stiff peaks that called his attention. He runs his thumbs over them, drinking up every sound you make. One of your hands cards into his hair and you tug.

He groans at that, finally pulling away from the kiss with a grunt and instead trailing his kisses down the column of your throat. His teeth graze your pulse point and you buck up into him in surprise.

You feel him laugh against you.

"You're so cute," he says into your neck. He mouths over the skin before biting down, hot wet tongue immediately after. A bruise, then.

"Sungie," you gasp out. Your back arches off the mattress as his hands wander all over you. You've always loved how naturally his mouth works its way around your body– he knows just where to kiss, what spots to brush his nose over. Like he's learned the entire road map to your pleasure.

Maybe he has.

He mouths down your body, pausing and sucking on your breasts before leaving wet, soft kisses down the expanse of your tummy. When he gets to your core, he shifts his kiss-trail over to your inner thigh.

"Do you know how hot you are?" He murmurs. "Like all the time. Holy fuck. This is my shirt, princess. My shirt. Don't you know that drives me crazy?"

You do. It's precisely why you grabbed it.

His tongue meets your skin in an agonizing, slow stripe along your inner thigh. The higher he gets, the more your legs tremble around him, until finally his lips close around your clit.

The feeling is overwhelming. Your head lolls back against the bed and you let out a breathy moan. He hums against you, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he holds your legs up. Your hands are shaking, but one winds its way back into his soft hair, and you tug.

He moans at that, a sound that sends vibration up through your whole core. He takes a hand away and brings it down, letting his thumb just press lightly against your entrance. Even in the slightest sense of pressure, you arch further into him, wanting more, more, more.

He sucks on your clit even harder, his tongue joining, and when you look down and see his blissed out expression between your legs, you think your heart might jump right out of your chest.

In all the times the boys have taken you apart, they've never made you come this quickly. You're not sure if it's because of the moment with Chan earlier, or because you've been thinking about having one of them fuck you all day. All it takes is two large fingers, pushing and stretching inside of you while his mouth moves so perfectly around your throbbing clit for you to snap. You come with a sob, your thighs pressing against his head.

If there's one thing Jisung certainly loves, though, it's eating you out. He could spend hours between your legs, kissing and sucking and licking until you're boneless and spent. So there is no sign of slowing in his rhythm, even when you wriggle from overstimulation.

"Sung," you moan. He responds by pinching your thigh, sucking hard on your clit so your yelp turns into a moan.

Distantly, you register the sound of footsteps that pause right outside of your door. You hear knocking, but not on your door, and you realize Seungmin has finally come upstairs, likely to grab everybody for some quality time after a day apart.

You almost laugh at how well this is working out for you.

Jisung slides his fingers back into you, and your attention is split between straining to hear what's going on in the hallway and the blinding pleasure you're feeling. He curls his fingers up and you find yourself gushing on his hand, your own fingers tangled in his hair so tight he can barely move.

"God, you're so fucking wet," he murmurs against you. He almost sounds giddy. "Did you miss me, baby?"

You can't even form a response, only able to whine as he fucks into you with his fingers, tongue flicking over your clit just fast enough to make you tremble. Your orgasm is coming on strong, and you feel like you're floating above your body, every touch electric, every movement monumental.

And then–

"Ah, so that's where they are."

Your eyes snap to your now-open door. Your other two boyfriends are there, and you make direct eye contact with Chan just as your second orgasm reaches its peak. You arch up off the bed, gasping into the air as your body trembles, and Jisung keeps his mouth on you, sucking hard and making your vision go white.

After a minute, he finally slows his pace, pulling away and finger-fucking you slowly and deep. He would never stop completely, especially not now that everyone's in the same room. His voyeurism is likely cranked up to 10, and you know he'll be pouty and whiney for the rest of the week unless he gets to watch one of the other boys split you open on their cock.

From the way he's looking at you, you feel like it'll be Chan doing the splitting.

Seungmin, ever the sane one, pretends to roll his eyes. "So this is why neither of you were answering my texts about movie night? This couldn't wait?"

"Well, she was wearing my shirt and nothing under it," Jisung says, grinning up at him. He gives your clit one last suck before kissing it and propping himself up, fingers still buried to the hilt inside of you. Your brain feels foggy as you stare at the three of them. You can still feel yourself gushing on his fingers.

Seungmin notices, eyes glued to your cunt as he walks over. You see his faux annoyance dissolving. "Fuck, she's really wet, isn't she."

Jisung grins. He presses a kiss against your inner thigh. "Yeah, I think she missed us."

Chan scoffs. He finally makes his way into the room fully, and you can see where his cock is straining against the fabric of his shorts. "No. She missed getting fucked." 

He stands at the end of the bed, eyes fixed on Jisung's hand as he continues to move inside of you. "Did you tell Jisung what happened earlier, baby?"

Jisung huffs out a little laugh, half lidded eyes going back to your face. "Hmm. No. She didn't."

A chill runs down the length of your spine. Fuck. It sounds like Chan got to them first.

"Chan said you were being a real big brat earlier," Seungmin hums. He pulls his eyes away from your center and finally looks at you. "Is that true, angel? Were you being bad for Chan?"

You shake your head, eyes going doe-ish as he gets closer to you. You realize you need to change your plan and do it quickly. It takes less than half a second for a new idea to come: Seungmin is the softest of the three of them, at least in sexual situations. If you can get him on your side you might have a chance.

That thought flies out of the window when his hand makes its way around your throat, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. 

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart." His voice is deceptively soft. "Don't you think Chan already spoke to us?"

You fight back a gasp at the sheer betrayal, but decide to double down anyway. "Wasn't being bad," you manage. You stick out your bottom lip in a pout. "I didn't do anything!"

Seungmin squeezes again, harder, and you really do gasp this time. "Then why did we both get a text from Chan earlier saying you were being mean to him? Hmm?"

"He said he came to blow off some steam and someone," Jisung presses his fingers directly against that squishy part inside of you, "Was being all bratty. Telling him to leave her alone."

It's at this moment that you realize all your planning was futile. You've fallen right into their trap.

You try the Seungmin strategy again, panting as you look up at him. "Minnie, please," you whine. You can't think with Jisung hitting your spot like that. "I wasn't– I–"

He tilts his head. "Oh come on baby. I think you're just lying to us now."

Your chest heaves. Jisung has chosen now to dive back into your cunt, tongue swiping up your slit and circling around your clit. Your brain is too scrambled to think of any other ways out of this situation, so you resort to what you always do: 

Pleading.

"'m sorry, Minnie," you rasp. "Didn't mean to– Didn't mean to be bratty."

Seungmin softens only slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" You're gasping around your words. "I promise. I just wanted to make him mad, wasn't trying to be mean."

In all of your begging and the relentless fervor of Jisung's tongue, you barely notice Chan making his way to the other side of your bed. Seungmin's grip loosens around your throat, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw as he takes in your words.

"Hm. What do you think, Chan?"

You turn to look at him. He's shed his shirt somewhere along the way, and the hard musculature of his stomach is glistening with sweat. He climbs onto the bed and situates himself so that he's behind you with your head in his lap. You're expecting his hand to replace Seungmin's around your throat, but instead he reaches over you, gripping the hem of your shirt and sliding it up over your chest until your breasts are on full display. Seungmin immediately sinks down to his knees and takes your nipple into his mouth.

You're a gasping, whining mess, eyes rolling back until all you can see is white. You feel Jisung sling his arm around you to keep your body still.

Above you, Chan lets the shirt go and switches his focus to your hands, pulling them up and holding your wrists together in one hand to keep them above your head.

"I think," he murmurs, using his free hand to caress your face, "That if she wants to cum so bad, we should let her."

Your heart drops. To the untrained ear, it sounds like you've won, but you know better. You know Chan, and you know he has something up his sleeve. But when you look up at him, he's looking down at you with a sickly sweet smile.

"If she's sorry," he continues, "She'll behave. Right, babygirl?"

You can't speak. The dual sensations are sending you to the moon. The hand caressing your face grips your jaw tight, keeping your gaze locked on him.

"I asked you a question, princess."

As soon as you open your mouth to answer, your orgasm crashes into you without warning. It's the third one in a row, and you feel much like a washcloth that's been wrung out. Your movements are jerky, uncoordinated, and even as you continue trying to respond to Chan, your voice is not coming out.

"Jisung." He says simply.

The boy in question pulls away from your cunt with a satisfying pop. He's absolutely pussy drunk, eyes half lidded and tongue rolling over his lips to savor the flavor of you. If it were just the two of you, he'd keep going, but amongst the hierarchy of dominance, Chan has been, and will always be, at the top.

"I think she's ready now, yeah?" Chan rubs his thumb against your skin. "Fuck her good for me."

When orchestrating your own plan, you looked at Jisung’s eagerness as something to work in your favor. You hoped he would get you riled up enough for you to scream his name a couple times and really make Chan mad. But now, as he shimmies out of his sweats and boxers, taking his thick length in his hand, you feel nervousness tickle your gut.

Seungmin has pulled away from your nipple, reaching down to hold one of your thighs up. He's murmuring sweet nothings to you as he holds you open for Jisung. The latter is poised at your entrance, stroking himself and watching you with hungry eyes. 

You tip your head back to look at Chan again, and he only smiles down at you.

"Channie," you whimper out. You can barely speak, you're so overwhelmed. "Please–"

"Shh," he coos. "I know, baby. But this is what you wanted, yeah?" His hand moves from your jaw to your mouth, pressing a finger against your lips. You suck it in without thought, letting your tongue swirl around him with your cheeks hollowed out like you would on his cock. "I just want to see you take Sungie's dick. Be good, baby."

You almost choke when Jisung thrusts into you. You're already so wet and so sensitive, and his cock is stretching you so wide, pushing deep inside until you're sure you can feel him in your stomach. He gives you no time to adjust, that eagerness coming full force as he fucks right into you.

"God, she's still so tight," he breathes. One hand finds purchase in the dip of your waist, the other moves to the thigh not being held by Seungmin, folding you up and spreading you open to give him more leverage as he fucks into you hard.

Seungmin hums, trailing kisses along your leg and the side of your neck. "Feel good, angel? You like having Jisung's cock inside you?"

You can't even respond, mind blank as Jisung plows you deep. Your back is arched off of Chan's lap, head pushed back as his finger keeps your mouth propped open. You're a dumb, drooling mess around him, and despite the soft smile on his lips, you know it's wrecking him. 

To prove your point, he digs his nails in one of your palms, a stark contrast to the way Seungmin's hand is gently rubbing up and down your body, playing with your nipples and caressing your sides and stomach.

It's all too much, the sensations are overwhelming, and you're so wound up from earlier that you already feel the orgasm building. You mewl pathetically, eyes watering as you look around for someone to have pity on you.

It's Chan who catches your pleading gaze, but he only raises an eyebrow.

"You're gonna cum again? Already?" he says. It's not condescending or snarky, rather genuine disbelief and curiosity. His finger leaves your mouth and you let out a dry sob as trails of spit drip down your chin.

Jisung doesn't hear this– or can't, rather. He's fucking into you like he'll die if he stops, breathy moans leaving his mouth as he does. He's babbling nonsense, things like how tight you are and how well you take him in. You know he's close too, because his hips have gone erratic in their rhythm. Yet somehow, he gets faster.

The knot in your stomach feels heavy as lead. This orgasm might genuinely take you out. 

"Please," you rasp. "Please, please, I can't–"

Chan shakes his head, smiling. "Oh, but baby, I thought you wanted to cum?" 

"I do," you whine. "Want to so bad but 's too much. Too much, Channie, please–"

"No. Shut up and cum, princess," the grit in his voice is back. "Cum on Jisung's cock. Be good for us."

That's all it takes for you to snap. You let out a broken cry as another orgasm rocks through your body. It's even more intense than the others, pulling all of your muscles taut so you sit up before slumping back into Chan's arms. You barely register the way your hands flex uselessly above your head, writhing in Chan's grip. You can only vaguely feel Seungmin kissing your cheek, whispering little encouragements in your ear, telling you how good you are and how pretty you look when you cum.

And then Jisung is grunting, snapping his hips against yours one last time before spilling into you. Your walls spasm around him as he cums, milking him dry and causing you both to whine into the air.

In typical Jisung fashion, he's still rutting up into you after you're both well past overstimulation. The pressure in your cunt throbs throughout your body, tears springing into your eyes. You're very close to abandoning the little bit of pride you have and begging him to stop.

It turns out you don't need to, because as if on cue, Jisung finally pulls out and Seungmin lets go of your legs, standing up. You nearly sob at the loss of his gentle contact, so you don't even notice he's taking off his clothes until he's standing where Jisung was, hands gripping the soft skin of your thighs to hold you open. 

"Aw, baby," he says softly. He runs a hand up your leg. "You did so well."

You pout, a sob bubbling in your throat when you realize their plan now. They're gonna drag as many orgasms out of you as they can, overstimulation be damned. The thought makes your clit throb, and that alone makes you whine. It's all too much.

Despite knowing you're already so wet and lax and malleable, Seungmin reaches down to rub at your clit in an attempt to open you up. 

"Min," you cry, squirming at his touch. Your cunt feels tender, and even though the first set of tears are long dried up on your cheeks, fresh ones start to come. "Minnie–"

"Shhh. It's okay, angel."

His words are gentle and reassuring, but when his eyes catch yours, all you see is darkness.

Seungmin's gentle dominance has a limit. He doesn't get all stern and mean like Chan, or desperate like Jisung, but there's only so long he can last before that other, darker part of him surfaces, the one that gets off on hurting you, on seeing you in pain and feeling good from it. You can tell by the look in his eyes that this is the part of him you'll be dealing with.

When he finally sinks his cock inside you, it's slow, and the moan that he lets out vibrates through his length and right into you. Your neck seems to give up, dropping you right back down in Chan's lap less than gracefully. It gives him better access to you, and he leans immediately to attach his mouth to yours. He alternates between soft kisses and hard bites that will surely bruise in the morning.

Seungmin is only a bit longer than Jisung, but he's so damn girthy. Every tiny thrust he rocks into you sends shivers down your spine. Your skin feels like it's on fire and you're not even kissing Chan back, basically panting into his open mouth.

"Prop her up, Chan," Seungmin grits out. "Wanna watch her while she cries."

He gives you one final peck, and then the hand that's still holding your wrists lets go. It takes a second, then both hands are under you, lifting you up off the mattress until you're sat up on his lap with his chest against your back. He crosses your wrists against your chest and holds them in one hand, and then the other snakes up and finds your throat. His hand is way bigger than Seungmin's, and he's not as gentle when he squeezes and forces you to look back at him.

He doesn't look mad, or even turned on. He's smiling at you, like you're a particularly good puppy. "Good girl. Gonna give us a big one, yeah?”

You barely have a moment to understand what he's implying before you feel a hand on your clit. Both of Seungmin's hands are occupied, so you're not sure why it surprises you to see that it's Jisung's deft fingers on you. He's standing behind Seungmin, one hand on him and the other on you.

It feels like your eyes are bulging out of your head. The touch is gentle, but it still feels like you're being hit with lightning bolts. You're too spent to even buck up at the contact.

"Oh my God," you choke. "Oh, oh, I–"

“That's it,” Chan purrs when you cum again. He kisses whatever skin is closest to his mouth, his fingers gripping your jaw. Your head feels light, the only thing keeping you grounded to the bed are their hands on you. You feel like you're going to faint, and Seungmin's eyes are only egging you on.

Your body trembles so violently, Seungmin is forced to pause in his motions to hold your knees and keep your legs from buckling in. Your vision is blurry, but you can see Jisung has a steady grip on Seungmin's hair, effectively holding him in place.

"Good girl," he breathes, those big brown eyes trained on your face. "You take him so well."

His words send shivers down your spine. Jisung is always more coherent and in control after an orgasm. You know if Seungmin was today's focus, Jisung would likely be spitting all kinds of nasty, filthy words in his ear, but his gaze is fixed on you. All it takes to get you going is a good stare.

He taps at your clit with his free hand. You jump, moaning loudly at the contact, your back arching off Chan's chest and into Seungmin's body.

"She's good. Keep going," Jisung murmurs, pulling his eyes away from yours to look at Seungmin. He pulls a little at the hair on the nape of his neck, causing Seungmin's cock to jump inside you.

They work in tandem. Jisung's hand keeps circling your clit in the same soft rhythm, and you're not sure how but it's making you even wetter and more loose. You're a mess of moans, not knowing whose name to scream when they all have their hands on you. It's dizzying in the best way. 

Seungmin has started rolling his hips into you with more vigor, the soft sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. The dark shroud over his eyes is back as he stares down at you. "Feels good doesn't it," he grunts. "Look at your little cunt fluttering open for me like a good slut."

You feel another sob bubble out of you, this one accompanied by tears, but it dies in your throat when Chan's grip on you gets even tighter. All you can do is pout and whine.

"Aw, look at the little crybaby." Seungmin starts to fuck into you in earnest, his own moans getting higher in pitch. You can tell by the way Jisung's grip in his hair tightens that he's close. "C'mon angel. You're being so good, you can take it."

"Minnie," you rasp, barely able to speak. "Please–"

"I said take it." He’s looking down, watching where your cunt is sucking him in with each thrust. He thrusts into you particularly hard, and your entire body lurches forward, causing you to gasp. "And if you can't, you know what to say. You know your word."

You do. Somehow, under all the begging and pleading, you're actually insanely giddy with want. It's all part of the little game you play, so you just pout pathetically at Seungmin as his hips snap harder into yours.

"She's not gonna say it," Chan sing-songs. He uses the hand on your throat to tilt your head to the side, giving him perfect access to more of you. He nips at your skin. "She likes being treated like this. Like a little toy."

It's all too much. Every inch of you is on fire, the room feels like it's a thousand degrees. Chan's mouth on your neck, Seungmin's cock deep in your cunt, and Jisung's fingers–

It's like something snaps.

A knot you didn't even realize was in your stomach explodes and your vision goes white. It's an orgasm unlike anything you've experienced before. Your brain completely melts, your hearing dulls, and you can feel the drool running down your chin. You feel like you're floating and drowning all at the same time. 

"Oh shit," you hear Seungmin groan. Your cunt is spasming around him. His thrusts become harder, sloppy. "God, fuck–"

He cums hard inside of you, hips jerking as he chases the aftershocks. You've gone completely limp, barely able to move at all as Chan continues to bite at your neck.

The hand on Seungmin's shoulder drops. "That's so hot," Jisung mutters, almost to himself. He's lost some of his in-control voice. "Wow, baby, you should be bratty more often.”

If you could see straight, you'd probably laugh at that.

Seungmin pulls out slowly, and when the head of his cock leaves you, you let out a tiny mewl. You're overstimulated to the point that you're numb. Seungmin smiles softly as he rubs the inside of your thigh.

"Oh, sweetheart, I know. It's a lot. But you're being so good for us.  I think it's Chan's turn though, hm? Wanna make him feel good?"

"Give her a minute," Jisung chides. You hear a sharp intake of breath and you know he's likely yanked on Seungmin's hair again. "She's about to pass out."

You can feel your limbs slowly returning to you, the fog clearing in your head. When Chan moves the hand from your throat, you breathe deeply, taking in gulps of air as moves his hand down to rub against your tummy. Jisung and Seungmin are bickering somewhere around you, and you let yourself relax in Chan's hold.

"Do you want to finish now, princess?" His lips are warm against your ear. "We can be done. You don't have to take me.”

It's a very tempting offer, especially with the way you can hardly remember what day it is. You could easily take it and call this all done. The four of you have almost certainly been at this for more than an hour now, and they've wrung six orgasms out of you. They're sweet enough to offer to call it a night.

But then you think about Chan, and how, despite being the reason this all started, he's barely done anything. Hasn't tasted you, hasn't shoved his cock down your throat– He's usually not one for letting go until you've milked him dry at least twice, and you can't stand the idea of him having that buzz under his skin all night. 

So you shake your head.

"No?" Chan laughs, almost like he's surprised. "Really? You still want to finish with me? Are you sure, princess?”

He's giving you the same offer he gave you earlier. An out. Making your comfort the first priority. The thought alone is what gives you the strength to nod against him.

"'m sure, Channie."

"Oh, fuck, okay." His grip around you goes a little slack as he moves, pulling you away from his lap and  laying you back into your bed. He leans over you and presses a gentle kiss against your mouth. It feels like he's thanking you, almost.

When he pulls away, his eyes are sparkling. You want to look into them for hours.

He barks something at Jisung and Seungmin, and the bickering stops immediately. You hear shuffling around you before Seungmin takes Chan's empty space and Jisung appears at your side. They're pressing soft kisses to your face and praising you as Chan works his shorts and boxers down. When his cock springs free, he lets out a hiss of relief.

The sight of him alone makes anxiety rear its ugly head. You start to wonder if maybe you should've taken the opportunity to tap out, or if maybe you should use your safeword, but then Jisung is grabbing your hand and pressing kisses against it, squeezing you and keeping you tethered to the present.

"You can do it, pretty girl," he murmurs in your ear, breath fanning over your cheek. "You did so good for us, just a little longer."

Chan catches your eyes, and he smiles again, reassuring. His hand runs down your body and grabs one of your legs, lifting it and hooking your calf over his shoulder. "Gonna go easy, baby. I know it's a lot."

Your stomach is filled with butterflies, and your hands are shaking a little bit when he ruts himself up against you. You're so open from the others that when his head catches on your entrance, it nearly slips inside.  

Your back arches as you moan, and then his cock brushes against your entrance with purpose and it feels like you're going to split right open. He rocks into you again, pushing in the barest inch and pulling right back out. You whine and shift your hips in an attempt to escape.

"Come on, be a good girl now, princess." His voice has gotten lower, lust taking over. "Relax.”

His eyes flit up from where you're connected to look at you, and in one move he pushes right inside of you.

It doesn't hurt– you're way too wet and open for that. It does feel like your stomach is being forced open, however. Like his cock is pressing against all of your internal organs. You arch up off of Seungmin's lap and he pulls you back to him quickly.

Chan groans, bottoming out inside you. His eyes are closed as he lets himself bask in the sensation, hips rocking shallowly. You're thankful that he doesn't move immediately, but even the barest amount of movement feels like too much, like you'll come apart at any second.

You barely feel it when Jisung slips your hand into his. It takes you a minute to realize it's because your brain has been reduced to nothing. Your body has melted into the bed, your muscles are lax, and there's an emptiness in your brain filled with nothing but static and Chan's name. You don't think about anything at all, can't form a single coherent thought. You don't feel the kisses on your throat or the way Seungmin's hands have taken residence on your stomach. The only thing you feel is the overwhelming pressure in your cunt as Chan slowly pulls out, leaving just the tip, before pushing all the way back in.

He builds a rhythm quickly. Seungmin is holding you tight to his body, as though he's scared you might float away, and you appreciate it because it gives you another sensation to focus on. Your head is lolled against his shoulder, eyes rolled back into your head so far all you see is white.

The sound of Chan fucking into you is absolutely obscene, a mixture of your juices and the remnants of the cum still leaking from your hole. He fucks you slow, but hard, snapping his hips into yours so hard it almost feels like you might get a bruise on your thigh.

Jisung is watching with hungry eyes from your side. He's not touching you at all anymore, too engrossed in the scene unfolding to do much else other than stare with his jaw slacked. Seungmin takes over for him.

"That's it," he breathes. "That's it angel, look at you." He moves the hand on your stomach and lets his thumb rub circles on your clit. You feel like you're going to pass out. You don't get time to beg him to stop before you feel that same hand move to your mouth, and two fingers push past your lips.

"Here, sweetheart," he breathes, eyes fixed on your lips as you suck his fingers. "That's you on my fingers, baby. Isn't it good?"

You moan around his hand, head spinning both at the taste of yourself and the intrusion of Seungmin's fingers in your mouth. He's not fucking them into you with any kind of rhythm, just shoving them in there until you're dribbling around his hand. He hums happily when he pushes in more and makes you gag, kissing away the tears the spill over.

Chan grunts, head falling back. "Min, again, please, she just– fuck, she–"

Seungmin doesn't need to be told twice. He repeats the motion again, making sure his fingers go far enough so you're choking around him. This time, when you splutter and gag, you can feel it when you clench down on Chan and his cock pulses in response.

"Oh my God," he moans, thrusting into you again. "Oh my god, baby, you're so good. You're doing so fucking good–"

Between the movement of his hips and the feeling of Seungmin's fingers down your throat, you're not quite sure you're still on this plane of existence. Everything is spinning around you, your cunt is throbbing, you can hear Jisung moaning somewhere, but you don't know from what.

You can feel Seungmin's lips pressed against your forehead as his fingers fuck your mouth, your eyes rolling back into your head again. You're so lightheaded, so far gone, you can barely remember your name. 

It's when Chan starts to thrust faster that you come back to your body with a jolt, mind filling with white hot heat. The pleasure has long since lost it's edge, and you're a moaning, writhing, teary mess again. The coil in your stomach starts to build for the seventh time, and you're pretty sure your brain has gone empty. The only thing you're able to focus on is Chan. Chan, Chan, Chan.

"Almost done, angel." You register a kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth, and then another on your forehead. You think the voice belongs to Seungmin. Maybe, if the way he eases his hand out of your mouth is any indication.

Nothing is making sense anymore. It all feels like you're having an out-of-body experience.

Chan's hips falter, and his hand slides up to your throat again, but he doesn't squeeze. Just rests it there as his orgasm approaches, hips snapping against you at an erratic rhythm.

"Sweetheart." His eyes flutter open with strained effort, but they remain locked on yours. "Can you give us one more, princess? Hm? Can I get you to cum on me too, please?"

There's a desperation in his voice that makes your body feel hot. You want to tell him yes, that you're close, so so close, but all that comes out is a weak noise that you're not even certain you made. 

Seungmin seems to get it though, because he slips his fingers down between your legs, finding your clit again. He rolls it between his fingers with one hand while his other reaches up and settles on your jaw. You feel Jisung's tongue flick over your nipple and your world draws to a pinpoint.

Chan curses above you, fucking into you at an almost punishing pace. "Yes, baby, let go for us. That's it. We got you."

It feels like someone's stuck a vacuum in your brain with the incoherent way you're thinking. The sound of his voice saying your name in that desperate tone is all it takes, and suddenly you're floating out of your body, ears ringing as the pressure inside you bursts. Your eyes roll back and the clinging remnants of an orgasm wash through your body. It feels more like an aftershock. You're only vaguely aware of the way Chan moans, loud and throaty, when he finally spills into you.

It takes a couple minutes before the two of you come back down to earth. You can't move, and even though you know Seungmin is holding you tight, it feels like you might drift right off the mattress and float up into the clouds.

Chan pulls out slowly, and you shudder when you feel a trickle of his cum leaking from your hole. It's not long before your eyes droop shut from pure exhaustion. You think you might pass out right on the spot.

The room gets kicked into gear pretty quickly after that. From what you can tell in the hazy state you're in, someone grabs a wet cloth to wipe you down with while someone else finds you a new t-shirt (and panties this time). They dress you like you're a doll, maneuvering your limbs and telling you you're good, you're so good, they love you so much.

Then you're scooped up into a pair of arms while the distant sounds of sheets being pulled off the bed floats up to you. They take you out of the room.

"You did so good for us, baby." The owner of the arms whispers against your ear. From the cadence in their tone you're pretty sure it's Jisung. "You were such a good girl for us, sweetheart. We're so proud of you."

You think you nod against him, but you can't be sure. You hear him kick a door open, and then he sets you down on a bed and you register Seungmin and Chan coming in.

"Okay," Jisung murmurs, going through his aftercare list out loud. "Fresh bed, fresh clothes, we got her some water."

You feel the bed dip behind you. "We got it, but she's gotta drink it, though," Chan chimes. There's fondness in his voice as he scoots closer to you. "Come here, baby."

You let yourself go limp, and a content smile plasters on your face as your boys fuss over you and make sure you're comfortable. They're so gentle, despite what just transpired, and they all take turns pressing kisses against your head, your cheeks, your nose.

When you've all settled into the bed, you feel three pairs of arms around you, holding you close, and you feel insanely lucky for all of it. You snuggle deeper into someone's chest, humming absentmindedly in that dreamy, fucked-out headspace.

"Thank you," you mumble, pressing a kiss to whoever you're snuggled against. You think it's Jisung from the way they nuzzle into your cheek.

"Of course, princess," Chan replies, his voice vibrating against your back. You feel his lips press against your temple, and you smile again. "You're our good girl, even when you're a brat. We'll always take care of you.”

You don't bother replying, simply allowing yourself to sink back into that fuzzy state. You're about to slip out of consciousness when you feel Jisung's nose against your cheek.

"You really do need to be bratty more often, though."

You hear a dull thump as Seungmin smacks the back of his head, and you let their hushed bickering be the lullaby you need to lull you into sleep.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

what’s the story about the generative power model and water consumption? /gen

There's this myth going around about generative AI consuming truly ridiculous amount of power and water. You'll see people say shit like "generating one image is like just pouring a whole cup of water out into the Sahara!" and bullshit like that, and it's just... not true. The actual truth is that supercomputers, which do a lot of stuff, use a lot of power, and at one point someone released an estimate of how much power some supercomputers were using and people went "oh, that supercomputer must only do AI! All generative AI uses this much power!" and then just... made shit up re: how making an image sucks up a huge chunk of the power grid or something. Which makes no sense because I'm given to understand that many of these models can run on your home computer. (I don't use them so I don't know the details, but I'm told by users that you can download them and generate images locally.) Using these models uses far less power than, say, online gaming. Or using Tumblr. But nobody ever talks about how evil those things are because of their power generation. I wonder why.

To be clear, I don't like generative AI. I'm sure it's got uses in research and stuff but on the consumer side, every effect I've seen of it is bad. Its implementation in products that I use has always made those products worse. The books it writes and flood the market with are incoherent nonsense at best and dangerous at worst (let's not forget that mushroom foraging guide). It's turned the usability of search engines from "rapidly declining, but still usable if you can get past the ads" into "almost one hundred per cent useless now, actually not worth the effort to de-bullshittify your search results", especially if you're looking for images. It's a tool for doing bullshit that people were already doing much easier and faster, thus massively increasing the amount of bullshit. The only consumer-useful uses I've seen of it as a consumer are niche art projects, usually projects that explore the limits of the tool itself like that one poetry book or the Infinite Art Machine; overall I'd say its impact at the Casual Random Person (me) level has been overwhelmingly negative. Also, the fact that so much AI turns out to be underpaid people in a warehouse in some country with no minimum wage and terrible labour protections is... not great. And the fact that it's often used as an excuse to try to find ways to underpay professionals ("you don't have to write it, just clean up what the AI came up with!") is also not great.

But there are real labour and product quality concerns with generative AI, and there's hysterical bullshit. And the whole "AI is magically destroying the planet via climate change but my four hour twitch streaming sesh isn't" thing is hysterical bullshit. The instant I see somebody make this stupid claim I put them in the same mental bucket as somebody complaining about AI not being "real art" -- a hatemobber hopping on the hype train of a new thing to hate and feel like an enlightened activist about when they haven't bothered to learn a fucking thing about the issue. And I just count my blessings that they fell in with this group instead of becoming a flat earther or something.

[teaboot]

Its been a rough couple days out here so I'm writing a list of things I love about my son

(who is cat)

His dumb little face

His pretty yellow eyes

Every day when I get home the FIRST thing that happens is I scoop him up into my arms like a big baby and he let's me rub his tumtum for a whole two minutes!! Before returning to Bite Mode

The SECOND thing that happens is he gets the zoomies! When his father returns from work he goes SNUGGLE! then zooooooom. Because he is excited for me to play with him!!

When I play computer games he likes to feel included so even though he isn't normally very touchy he lets me scoop him up in one arm so he can sit there like a toddler and watch the screen

He trusts me SO much like if he wants up on a shelf or down off something tall I can just walk over and kneel and he'll crawl up or down me like a ladder and I've never had a cat do that before

He'll ride around on my shoulders when I take him out for walks which van be tricky now that he's big but he's so brave even when we pass a dog

Sometimes when I go to run his chin he gets SO EXCITED he'll jam his nose into my palm and smush it hard like he's trying to burrow a hole in the ground and it's adorable

He loves water-appliances? Like sinks and toilets and baths and such. He gets SO excited every time I turn on a faucet, he'll rush over and get as close as he can to watch without getting wet.

His favourite part of the whole house is the bathtub and whenever I take a bath he'll drape himself over the side and lounge there until I get out. He's not allowed in when I'm using the toilet but once I'm done I open the door to leave and he rushes in to check if I've been taking a secret bath without him, goes straight to the tub

In trying to teach him not to bite me, he has learned that he IS allowed to bite blankets. So if he really, really wants to play and I'm ignoring him, he'll bite me blankets and whip them around like a puppy playing tug-of-war.

If I'm ignoring him because I am ALSEEP, this sometimes results in me waking up because he has successfully pulled my blankets off of me.

He likes watching trucks. He'll sit in the window and watch traffic but if he hears a loud engine he'll RUSH to check it out.

When he was a baby, my brother would visit in the afternoons to feed and play with him while I was working. As a result, he loves his uncle more than me, and will allow constant tummy rubs

Because my brothers and I do family movie night at my place, and because he loves his uncles so much, he lights up whenever the doorbell rings and MUST greet visitors at the door.

Sometimes he tries to climb up a door by hugging the edge and jumping as high as he can. It has never worked but he still keeps trying. I think he just likes sliding down like it's a firepole.

He is obsessed with the smell of McDonalds french fries. He doesn't try to eat them, he just wants the box. There us currently one under my bed that I'm not allowed to throw away. I can hear him jamming his face into it right now.

Sometimes when he's curious about something I'm doing- eating, drinking, washing up, whatever- I'll let him sniff, and I'll just hear two or three strongass HUFF. HUFF sounds before he goes back to chilling. It's the cutest shit.

He's soft like the luxurious wild mink

His littol baby FEETSIES

Sometimes he stops grooming himself and forgets his tongue is sticking out

His laser toy has a keychain attachment that jingles so whenever he hears a metallic jingle like that he thinks it's playtime

when I wash my face in the bathroom in the morning he hops on top of the toilet tank and starts grooming himself like "Oh hey I guess it's EVERYBODY'S bath time okay"

He's chatty and will meep back and forth with me

He has a round little wicker nest bed on a pedestal in my room and he likes to climb inside at night and make biscuits on the cushion while he sucks on the corner and it makes me wanna cry he's such a big baby

He will not wake me up for breakfast but as soon as I move in thevmorning he'll hop up onto my chest and stare at me. If I take too long to get up he'll meep in my face and then bounce back and forth between me and the door until I'm up.

Once I AM up, he will circle me and continue chirping until I ask him if it is time for dinner. Dinner, as far as he knows, is the only word for food. As soon as I ask, "is it dinner time?" He will zoom to the kitchen like a bat out of he'll and wait beside his bowl.

He genuinely seems to enjoy walkies and will climb into his carrier if he thinks we're going somewhere

Soketimes he'll pick up one of his toys and trot around with it like he's showing it off and I swear to God every time it makes me wanna make the most embarrassing noises

Him son ♡

[starcrossedmusings]

Pretty Hands

Pairing: best friend!Yunho x f!reader WC: 3.2k Warnings: eventual smut, reader has a thing for Yunho's hands (who doesn't??), swearing, fingering, choking, a little bit of degradation (he compares her to a whore literally once), PRAISE so much praise, Yunho talks reader through it (you're welcome), pov is kinda all over the place just let it be, Yunho is absolutely WHIPPED for reader teehee, probably some other things that I missed (let me know)

Summary: You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.

A/N: This is entirely self indulgent and also I just wanted to get something full posted. The Phantom fic is turning out to be much longer than I originally anticipated (and so did this one once I started writing it). Let me know what you think♡

Stepping into Yunho's apartment had always felt like coming home, and today was no exception. You take your shoes off in the tiled entryway and pad your way through the main living area, calling out to him as you walk.

"Yun? I'm here!"

His muffled response flows down from the end of the hall, "Bedroom!"

You make your way through the back hallway and enter his room, finding him exactly where you thought he would be, focused in on his computer. There's a selection of empty drink cans and snack wrappers scattered around his desk, which tells you that whatever he's currently building on Minecraft has probably occupied the majority of his day so far. He pauses the game and turns his chair to face you.

"Whats up?"

"Got bored at home and my roommate isn't even trying to muffle her pornstar moans for her new boy toy."

Yunho barks out a laugh, "Does she seriously sound--"

"Just like it Yun I can't make this shit up. I'm starting to think maybe they're recording themselves in there."

Yunho wiggles his eyebrows as he stretches his arms up and over his head, leaning back in his chair. "Well, if I ever see your living room on Pornhub I'll be sure to let you know"

You crinkle your nose. "Ew. I do NOT need to know that."

"Whatever, don't act like you haven't been talking to me for weeks about how horny you are. If I have to hear about your vibrator dying one more time I'm gonna buy you a new one myself."

"You try getting unintentionally edged three nights in a row with a full charge, it's some bullshit Yun. Besides, I'm allowed to complain about my dry spell."

Yunho scoffs, tone playful and lighthearted. "Dry spell? It's been what? Two months?"

"It's been three thank you very much." You move to sit on his bed.

"Well some of us haven't had sex in much longer."

"Oh, please, that girl that San was messing around with was all over you at his birthday party last month, don't tell me you didn't take that opportunity."

Yunho raises his eyebrows in shock, leaning forward in his chair. "Wait, really?"

"Oh my GOD Yun you are so oblivious. Yes really. She was all giggly and twirling her hair and shit. That's like...girl flirting basics."

"I am not oblivious, I am actually quite observant. I could tell you things about yourself you don't even know. I just have my sights set on someone and that someone is not her."

You shoot him an incredulous look and snort out a laugh, leaning back to lay down completely on his bed, legs dangling off the edge. "Sure Yun, whatever makes you feel better."

You hear Yunho stand from his chair and feel his weight shift onto the mattress. He appears in your vision, a challenging playful sparkle in his eyes as he peers down at you. "Okay, fine. I can tell that you're trying out a new perfume, you just went shopping because your leggings are a different brand than you usually wear, and I know that you washed your hair last night because you're wearing it all the way down today."

You do your best to ignore the way your stomach summersaults at his attention to detail about you and your routines. You roll onto your side and prop your head up on your elbow, matching his challenging gaze. "Okay Sherlock Holmes. What kind of underwear am I wearing then?"

Yunho pauses to consider before responding "a thong, probably black." You grin triumphantly and lean in just a bit closer.

"Wrong. I'm not wearing any. You lose!" You stick your tongue out playfully at him and he swats your shoulder, falling back onto his mattress.

"You set me up!"

"Face it Yun, I'm just better than you."

"Yeah yeah, whatever" Yunho pouts, voice hightening slightly from surprise. He can feel a slight redness creeping up his ears and prays his hair has grown long enough to cover it. 'I'm not wearing any.' He clears his throat. "So why go commando? You finally planning to seduce your new conquest?"

"He is not a new conquest, he doesn't even know I like him."

"He will once he knows you aren't wearing any underwear for him" Yunho jokes, smiling cheekily. You smack at his chest.

"I didn't want to do laundry last night, asshole. Get your mind out of the gutter!"

"You're one to talk" he mutters under his breath.

You sit up fully and reach for one of the pillows at the top of his bed, slamming it down on his face. "Jeong Yunho I swear to god!" On your second swing, he manages to catch the pillow with one hand and pry it from your grasp, but not before giving you an entirely unhelpful image of his long fingers gripping the plush material.

"What?? All I ever hear you talk about lately is how tall and handsome this dude is and how much his hands make you drool."

"You sound jealous."

"I'm not jealous, I'm pissed that I have to hear all about him and don't even get to know what the dude's name is."

"I told you, I'm gatekeeping this time. You run your mouth too much."

"I do not!"

"Do too."

"Ugh FINE whatever," Yunho chucks the pillow back towards you and you dodge it, leaving both pillows on one side of the headboard, "You're so agitating."

"You know you love me Yun. But just for the attitude," You adjust both pillows and shuffle your way back until you're leaned against both of them, "no pillow for you for tonights doomscrolling session."

He huffs a laugh and scoots up to meet you, pulling out his phone and settling in against the headboard.

An hour later you get up to go to the bathroom, and when you get back Yunho has stolen both of his pillows. You frown and cross your arms. "Hey, asshole, those were mine!"

"Yeah?" He taunts playfully, "Well they were mine to begin with, and my back is killing me. So deal." You roll your eyes and cross back over to the bed, crawling over the side you've been sitting on and curling yourself into Yunho's side to rest your head against his chest. You feel him tense slightly underneath you before he moves one of his arms around your shoulders to let you lay more comfortably.

"There's no way in hell I'm sitting up against that cold ass metal frame you call a headboard." You mutter as you begin scrolling. Yunho's chuckle rumbles through his chest and tickles your cheek. You both sit in silence for a while, content to scroll on your phones. Eventually, you turn to look up at him from his chest.

"I meant to ask how your new project has been going. Whatever you were building when I came in looked pretty intense." You can see the faint tinge of red trail up his ears and neck--a telltale sign that whatever you caught him building makes him embarrassed. You sit up, propping your weight on your elbow and placing a hand on his chest to shove him slightly. "Ooooo now you have to tell me what it is!"

"It's embarrassing..."

"Tell me tell me tell me tell me--"

"Okay fine, fuck. I'll tell you if you promise not to laugh--"

"I won't I swear!"

"Pinky promise?" He holds his pinky out to you, and you raise a hand from his chest. Before you can lace your pinky in his, he pulls his hand up above his head. "I'm serious, Y/N, if you laugh I'll have no choice but to tickle you to death."

He's definitely not stalling because he has to come up with a reply, because he certainly hasn't been building a treehouse for you in what he hopes will one day be a shared server. Yunho thinks to himself that he would rather die than let you find out.

You scoff, "I won't laugh...and even if I did I'm not ticklish so your threat is a moot point."

Yunho drops his hand down onto the mattress. "Bullshit."

"It's not. I don't have a ticklish bone in my body."

"Liar."

You shake your head, and Yunho takes the opportunity to gently press the pads of his fingers into the sides of your ribs. The sensation hits you almost immediately, and you feel the tight feeling in your chest as he begins tickling you. You squeal and thrash around in his grasp, trying desperately to get away from his assault.

"Yun stop it--"

"Not until you admit you're a liar!" You begin to giggle and manage to roll away from him, but Yunho is quick to follow. He swings a long leg over your hips and pins you beneath him, a single large hand trapping both of your wrists above your head while the other dances across your ribs. "Admit it," He sings out.

"Okay! Okay fine I'm a liar!" You gasp out between laughter. Yunho beams down at you and immediately stops tickling your sides, leaving you panting underneath him--

Oh fuck...you're panting underneath him.

He can almost feel the shift in the air as he stares down at you. He knows he should move, just roll off of you and make up some bullshit lie about what he was building. You like someone else, and he clearly wasn't getting out of the friend zone any time soon. He's just making a fool of himself...and yet he just can't bring himself to stop memorizing the way you look splayed out beneath his hips. Eventually he forces himself to stop staring at the way your chest rises and falls or the sliver of your tummy that's poking out from underneath your shirt that's riding up. He locks eyes with you.

Your voice comes out softer than he's ever heard you speak before. "Hey Yun?"

"Yeah?"

"You know that mystery guy I've been telling you about? The one with the pretty hands?"

A twinge of annoyance flairs in his stomach and he can't help but grumble out his reply. "Yeah?"

"I'll give you a hint. He's got me pinned to the mattress right now."

Yunho feels his heart drop deep into the pit of his stomach.

"Like...like right now he does?"

You laugh lightly. "Yeah, right now, Yun."

Yunho swallows thickly as his head starts spinning. He leans down much slower than he would have liked to, giving you plenty of time to take it back--to laugh at him and tell him you got him good. He feels like his whole body lights ablaze when you close the final gap between your lips, and suddenly he is kissing you.

In almost any circumstance that you had seen Yunho kissing someone, he was always fast-paced--hot and heavy petting in the corner of a darkened bar, dares in drunken party circles--which is why you were floored at the reverence he was kissing you with now. His mouth was steady and intense against yours, his hands roaming slowly across the expanse of your torso like he was memorizing the feel of something priceless. You gently pull your hands from his grasp and tangle them in his hair, pulling him closer and matching his intensity with your fervor. You feel his hands make their way to the lower hem of your shirt, and your skin erupts in goosebumps as you feel his fingers ghost along the sliver of skin there. He breaks the kiss and you feel his breath fan across your face as he pants. His hands gently make their way to rest just under your shirt, not quite pushing the fabric up. He locks eyes with you.

"Is this okay?"

You chuckle gently. "Yes, Yun, you can touch me. I want you to touch me." You watch his eyes darken and his hands start running up your torso, pulling your shirt up with them.

"Where do you want me to touch you, baby?"

You exhale heavily and arch your back into his touch. "Anywhere...everywhere...I don't care."

Yunho smirks and feels his ego inflate. "You don't care? Hmm..." He starts planting kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck. Slow. Teasing. "If I remember correctly, you seemed pretty keen about having my hands in some specific places baby. Can you refresh my memory?"

The low whine that escapes your throat nearly sends him spiraling. "You know where...don't make me say it."

He does know, but there's nothing he wants to hear more right now than to hear you say it. He brings one hand up to your chest, cupping one of your boobs and squeezing gently as he continues peppering your neck with kisses. "Was it here? Or..." His hand trails back down and grips your hip possessively, "Here, maybe?" He hears you huff and feels your hand wrap around his wrist. You try to tug it up, and he chuckles softly but allows you to move his hand. He nips your earlobe and asks lowly, "Where do you need my hands baby?" He feels his cock twitch in his sweats when you wrap his fingers around your throat, guiding him to squeeze the sides gently. Your hands run down his chest and drop to your sides as he squeezes a little harder. "Fuck, look at you. So pretty with my hand around your neck."

You whine and buck your hips up, desperately looking for friction. Yunho coos as he looks down at you, wanting to have the image burned into his memory. He adjusts his position so he's sat on one side of you and brings his free hand to your thighs, squeezing the flesh there and watching the way you spread your legs for him. "Pretty girl, I need you to use your words. Spreading your legs like a whore isn't gonna get you what you want." He revels in the way you throw your head back onto the mattress and close your eyes, frustration evident already on your face.

"Need your fingers, Yun. Please."

Holy shit, he could combust right then and there. He smiles and traces his hands along the inside of your clothed thighs. "Good girl. So polite for me." He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and pulls them down and off, leaving you bare from the waist down. "Sit up for me baby. I want you between my legs."

Yunho sits on the edge of the mattress and allows you time to sit up, moving to sit in between his thighs. He hooks your legs over his, leaving you spread and completely at his mercy. A shiver runs down your spine as the pads of his fingers run across your thighs and you gasp as they brush against your core. He presses kisses into your neck and chuckles, "You're already soaking wet, what's got you all bothered hmm? I've barely touched you..." Yunho hums and teases your entrance with this middle finger. He can feel you clenching. "Do you like my hands that much baby? All it takes is a little choking and you're putty for me." He pushes two fingers inside, pumping slowly and curling back to find your sweet spot. He feels pride flare through his chest at the noise you make, a mix between a whine and a moan that eggs him on.

Your toes curl as Yunho almost immediately finds your g-spot. The pace he sets is almost perfect, and when he begins rubbing tight circles on your clit your eyes roll back into your head. The pleasure is a building wave, and it's all you can do to keep yourself remotely still as he continues pumping his thick fingers in and out. "Oh my god, Yun, please don't stop!" You clench helplessly around his fingers and let your head roll back to rest on his shoulder.

"Awe baby I'm not gonna stop. Not until I see how pretty you look cumming all over me. Will you do that for me, sweetheart?" he coos, bringing his other hand back up to your throat and squeezing lightly. "Will you cum all over my fingers? I bet you want to right? Wanna come on my fingers while I squeeze this pretty neck of yours?"

You whine and preen at his words and arch your back. Your legs begin to shake as Yunho's circling on your clit quickens pace just slightly, the thrusts of his fingers audible from the squelching between your thighs. Your breath quickens.

"My pretty girl, you're such a mess for me, aren't you? Can you hear how wet you are? All soaked for me? I bet your hands don't feel as good as mine hmm?"

You shake your head no violently, whining as he continues to talk lowly into your ear. Your orgasm builds quickly, and at this point you have no faith in your ability to speak coherently.

"No, they don't do they? I want you to show me how good my hands feel baby. Let go for me, sweetheart."

Your breath catches in your throat as you tip over the edge, and the feeling of your release washes over you. Your whole body jolts in his grasp as he continues pumping his fingers. You feel him squeeze your throat gently, just enough pressure to remind you that he's got you.

"Atta girl, look at you! Doing so good for me." You whine and buck your hips, orgasm still riding through your body. Yunho nips at your neck lightly and slows his pumping to a stop as you continue to shake. "That's it baby, just grind on them for me." The final aftershock of your orgasm finishes, and you go limp in his arms, leaning all of your weight back into his chest and breathing heavily.

Yunho pulls his fingers out and admires the mess you made on them before popping them into his mouth. He's still rock hard, and the taste of you on his fingers makes him twitch again. He'll definitely need your help with that later. He uses the hand around your neck to brush a stray hair from out of your face. "How are you feeling?"

You huff out a breathless laugh and turn your face to nuzzle into his neck. "How do you think I feel? That was...wow."

He can't help the goofy smile that crosses his face. "Oh really? Tell me more, I'd like a full report." He jokes, pulling the two of you down to snuggle on his bed. He grabs a throw blanket from your side and pulls it over the two of you and nearly melts when you curl closer to him, burying your face into his chest.

"Give me a few minutes to recover and I'll show you exactly how I'm feeling right now." Yunho rubs a hand up and down your back.

"I look forward to that."

"And then afterwards you're going to show me what you've been building."

Yunho chuckles and kisses the top of your head. No way in hell.

[witherby]

HI HI. SAME ANON :33anon here!!!

omg???? jfc christ? that was so good im shaking my cup for more 😭 i think the fact my ask is being used as a power shower is silly... i love it keep up the good work!

(side note ive done metamorphosis may i be 🎆anon.... i will be yapping at you on a later date o7)

Welcome to the club 🎆 I am smooching ur cheek

Hahaha...wouldn't it be so silly....if I used your ask again.....to post the second part hahahaha.....isn't that the silliest idea hahahaha.........

The Littlest Wayne: Uncertain Home

(Part 2 of 2)

Masterlist is Here!

"Let me make sure I've got this straight."

Everyone stiffens in their seats. When Batman says things like that, it means he is very, very close to yelling. Batman never yells unless his patience has reached its limit, his emotional threshold has bubbled over, or he hasn't slept in over six consecutive days. Given his usual activities, it could very well be a combination of the three, and the current situation is not helping.

"You —" he points a gauntleted finger at Manhunter, "— realized my child was showing signs of developing their powers six weeks ago, and told no one."

He turns to Superman and Diana next, talking through clenched teeth.

"And then you two, today, realized the same thing, indirectly told them they would no longer have a place in my home, and then they vanished under your cape."

He places his hands on the meeting table. Inhales. Exhales.

"No one attempted to reach out and express their concerns to me, the father, in either incident."

He slams his fists on the table. The wood splinters under the impact. Everyone flinches with it.

"AND NOW MY CHILD IS MISSING! DID I FORGET ANYTHING? DID I LEAVE ANYTHING OUT!?"

The silence afterwards is deafening. Bruce yanks his cowl off and slams it to the floor, running his hands through his hair.

"The Watchtower is under lockdown until further notice. We do not leave until either I find my kid, or I figure out how to track them down."

"Batman," the Flash chimes in, "I feel for you. This is a bad situation, but we can't all stay here; I have to —"

Bruce rounds the table and crowds Barry into his seat with near-inhuman speed. His eyes are wide and wild and his teeth are bared.

"We do not leave until I find them."

The lights briefly turn red and an automated voice comes over the intercom, alerting them that lockdown protocols have initiated. The heroes watch as blast shields cover the windows and the Zeta tubes deactivate, effectively blocking their only ways out.

Green Lantern re-enters the room from the observation deck with a determined expression.

"Checked the monitors and surrounding galaxy. Skies are clear, and earth-side we should be fine for at least a couple hours, so I went ahead and triggered the protocol."

"Hal!" Barry protests. "C'mon, I'm gonna be late to work again! It's not as easy for some of us to maintain our civilian covers, you know!"

"Well, then it sounds like we gotta find our missing Mouse fast."

Bruce presses a button on his gauntlet and pulls a small ball out of it, rolling it to the center of the table. A hologram screen pops up and shows a picture of you sitting in Tim's lap and enthusiastically looking at something on his computer with him. To the right of the image, a wall of text begins to appear, detailing observations made about your growth, health, and development of your powers.

"You already knew," Diana mutters, like the words have been punched out of her. Clark holds his head in his hands.

"Why didn't you tell us then, huh?" Oliver frowns. "Didn't think we could benefit from that information?"

"My child, my discretion," Bruce hisses. That shuts Ollie right back up. "This is everything I've been able to passively observe about their ability. They can latch onto any shadows in their immediate vicinity, up to a range of approximately one hundred feet, and until now has only used them for pathfinding, like solving puzzles or looking for small objects. What just happened today with Superman's cape is the first discovered instance of them being able to traverse into darkness itself."

"That's why the Watchtower is locked down," J'onn realizes. "If they can only travel so far with the shadows, chances are high that they're still in here."

"Yes."

"How do we pull them out if we find them?" Arthur speaks up, arms crossed. "Last I checked, no one else has shadow powers."

"Do what you can without risking injury to them or yourselves. If you can talk them out, that will be the ideal tactic. Any more questions?" Bruce waits a few seconds for anyone to speak up, then dismisses the holo-screen and rises to his full height. "Then everyone fan out, cast some shadows, and get to work."

--

Arthur is having no luck. He checks the furniture that was already casting shadows, like tables and beds and appliances, to no avail. Calling to you and feeling around those dark spaces isn't gonna get him anywhere.

Clark and Diana had picked up his cape and hunkered down under the fabric, gingerly asking you to please come out, Uncle Clark and Auntie Di are very sorry they implied what they did, they never meant to scare you, please please please come back.

Barry is zipping around the whole tower, checking high spaces and low, calling for you with a mixture of urgency and concern.

Ollie uses his body to cast a shadow under the fluorescent lighting and Dinah crouches in the space of it, patting the ground gently and urging you to appear. She insists everyone is worried and looking for you because they want you to be safe.

Bruce is frantic. He's visually very composed, but Hal can see the tremble in his hands as he slowly and methodically checks every single shadow he can find or create for signs of you.

"Bruce," Hal mutters, watching him check his cape for the fifteenth time in just as many minutes. "Bruce, sit down and breathe for a bit."

"Don't mention breathing," Bruce snaps. "This is unprecedented. I'm working with zero useful information and three of my teammates contributed to this situation in the first place. Can they just exist in darkness forever, or is there a limit before they get spit back out? Can they even get back out? Is there oxygen wherever they are? Are they safe or in any kind of distress? If you don't have answers to these questions or haven't found them yet, I don't want you talking to me."

He turns to check his cape again and almost runs right into J'onn.

"There was a shadow moving in the training room," he noted. "When I approached to investigate, it melted away. I found it important to tell you that Flittermouse seems to be active and uninjured judging by the ease in which that shadow moved."

The Manhunter leaves them again, phasing through the walls to continue searching for you. Bruce pulls his gloves off and rubs his face, sighing.

"Hal."

"I forgive you," comes the immediate reply. Hal places a hand on Bruce's back and offers him a thin smile. "You're a dad who's scared for your four-year-old kid. I think you're entitled to a little bit of bitchiness."

Bruce hums.

"Just a little bit, though. Like fifteen percent more bitch than your baseline. Which is to say, if you talk to me like that again I'm going to make a giant cartoon hammer and beat you to death with it."

Both men hear you giggle. Their heads whip around in the direction of the sound, and find a small, child-shaped shadow moulded into the corner. It's a strange thing, to look at a shadow with no source. It would be frightening if it wasn't you.

"Mouse?" Bruce immediately calls, stepping towards you. The giggling stops and the shadow shrinks. He crouches down, palms extended. "No no no! Don't go, don't go anywhere, please. Can I talk to you?"

You don't respond. Bruce isn't entirely sure if you can, in your current form. You haven't run away yet, however, so he inches just a bit closer.

"I'm...there's...." He stops and starts, searching for the best words to use. "Mouse, there was a misunderstanding. No one is making you leave. I'm not going to give you up or send you away, I promise."

"...m e t a h u m a n..." you mutter. Both Bruce and Hal shiver. It sounds like darkness itself whispering directly into their ears, faint and echoing and all-encompassing.

"Yes, that's what people with skills like yours are called," he confirms.

Your shadow doesn't move for a while. Bruce shuffles closer, palms extended, and is about to ask you to come out, but then your entire form wobbles and starts shrinking even more.

"...n o m e t a s i n G o t h a m..." you say, and the sadness in your voice is so potent Hal has to brace himself against the wall.

"No!" Bruce says, pressing his palm against the wall just a second too late. You dissolve and disappear. "That's not — ffffffuck."

He presses his forehead to the wall and closes his eyes, taking slow, deep breaths to avoid screaming. It takes a while.

"They're not going to talk to me," he eventually says. "They're scared of me, of that damned rule I —"

He cuts himself off and rubs a hand down his face.

"You have to do it."

"Me? Specifically?" Hal asks.

"You're their favorite uncle." Bruce pushes himself off the floor and rests his hand on Hal's forearm. "They adore you. They ask when you're going to visit Gotham again all the time. If anybody's gonna get them to understand that they're not in any trouble or danger of losing their family because of something I did, it's gonna be you."

"Whoa. No pressure," Hal says. He knows it's true though — you absolutely adore Hal, and the feeling is mutual. You feel almost like his own kid. He's just as scared as Bruce is about your current situation. "Okay...alright, I got this. Listen, tell the others that Mouse probably isn't gonna come out for 'em. Go hang out in the meeting room and gimme an hour alone. I'll bring them back."

Bruce nods, but he seems hesitant to leave the part of the hall where they spotted your shadow. Hal gives him a small nudge and he eventually turns away, his boots clocking softly against the floor.

Hal inhales slowly, holds it, then exhales for a count of ten.

He's got this.

--

He does not have this. Hal walked into an empty corridor and flicked all the lights off, choosing to sit in the darkness and try calling out to you for almost thirty minutes. There's been no luck.

He sighs and uses his ring to construct a small bear, illuminating the immediate space around him in green, and makes it walk around.

"Y'know you used to love playing with my constructs," he murmurs. "We had this game I made up, where you would chase after whatever toy I made as fast as you could and try to catch it. I let you win a lot."

He makes a construct of you as a much smaller infant, not yet able to walk, crawling eagerly after the bear.

"You'd grab the little toy and hug it tight, and then come show me you got it. And I'd scoop you up and give you a cookie before we did it all again. We had to really tone down the cookie part because you got sick one time. Bruce made me sleep on the floor for a week. Not even one of the million couches in the manor. The floor. It was the worst."

He hears the surrounding darkness around him giggle. Hal leans against the wall and heaves a large, relieved sigh.

"Hey, kid," he says softly. "S'good to hear you."

You don't respond. He tries not to feel discouraged, instead seizing the opportunity presented.

"I'm not gonna ask you to come out, but if you don't mind...I'm kinda lonely. D'you think we could play that game again?"

Hal vanishes the constructs and makes a new one — a small, stuffed bat toy. He makes it flap its little wings and flop in circles.

"Think you can catch it? This one's a bit feisty."

Nothing happens for a few seconds. Hal feels himself growing nervous, and he's about to abandon the idea and suggest something else, but then the bat just vanishes. The construct is sucked up into the shadows, like darkness itself came up and hugged it into the void. A knot in his chest comes undone.

"That," he says, "was awesome. Okay, here's another one. Even feistier than the last."

This goes on for a while. Hal makes something for you to chase, you emerge from the dark just long enough to pull it in with you, and the process is rinse and repeat. Eventually, though, you come out of the shadows more and more, staying out of it longer and longer to chase around the conjured toys, until you're just tossing them into the shadows with gleeful little cheers.

"Got it!" You cry, jumping up to reach another one, this time shaped like an owl. You're panting from exertion and grinning widely at Hal, just standing and hugging it to your chest. "I win?"

"You win again," Hal agrees, expression painfully fond. He adores you wholeheartedly. "C'mere and get a victory hug, kid. Don't have any cookies on me, but we'll do a raincheck on that."

You go to him easily, practically collapsing in his lap, and rest your head against his chest while you idly pet the glowing owl toy. The area is bathed in dim green, enough to see each other without strain but still casting more than enough shadows for you to hide in again if you wanted.

"Fantastic job," Hal murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You nuzzle into his chest even more, hiding your face. "We definitely have to do that again some time. Don't you think?"

You start to nod, but the motion is jerky. You hesitate, then shrug, hugging the toy tighter.

"Oh, Mousey," he says, running his fingers through your hair. "You didn't think your powers would make Uncle Hal stop wanting to play with you, did ya?"

You slowly nod again, curling in on yourself.

"Well, that's just plain wrong. I love you, honey. Everybody loves you, y'know? You're smart, and adorable, and soooo much fun to be around," Hal insists, giving you a quick squeeze. Your mouth twitches like you're trying not to smile. "And it's gonna be way more fun now that you have cool shadow powers! Hide and seek might get a little challenging, but we'll make it work."

"...and Daddy?" You mutter. "Will he...want to play, too?"

"I know Daddy would love to play any game you wanted," Hal swore. "Daddy loves you more than anything in the whole wide world. And you know what else?"

"What?" You ask, lifting your head. You look at him with wide eyes and furrowed brows, hanging onto his every word.

"Sometimes Daddy makes mistakes. Like creating dumb rules he shoulda broke years ago."

You look away, snuggling further into Hal.

"What if...Daddy don't wanna break the rule?" You whisper.

Hal curls around you almost protectively, kissing your head again.

"Then he's a big, smelly dummy, and I'll take care of you instead," he promises. "You can live at my house, and I'll still bring you to the Watchtower to hang out with everyone and play games, and maybe, if you're extra good, I'll take you on vacation in outer space. I'll show you things you've never seen, like planets with four moons, and people as tall as skyscrapers, and space food that turns your hair all different colors. It'll explode your tiny head!"

"Nooo!" You giggle, grinning. "I don't want a exploded head!"

"Hmm...you drive a hard bargain kid," Hal says. "Okay, I won't give you explodey-head food. But only because you said so."

He lets you get your laughter out, then gently pats your back to regain your attention.

"I know you're very scared," he says, "but I promise this doesn't change the fact that you are so, so incredibly loved. I bet if you gave the others a chance, they'd be more than willing to prove it. Especially your dad."

You tighten your grip on the owl in your arms, bottom lip wobbling for a moment.

"Could you give him a chance, Mouse?" Hal asks. "If you don't want to, that's fine. We can work an arrangement out and always try again a different day. But I know he would be really, really excited to see you again."

You stare at Hal, face tight in contemplation. He waits patiently, continuing to rub small circles in your back.

His patience is rewarded when you bury your face in his chest again, nodding.

"Want daddy," you whisper. Hal settles you more securely in his arms and immediately rises to his feet, relishing the burst of satisfaction and relief in his chest.

He takes you back into the meeting room. Bruce immediately stands up from the table when he spots you curled up in Hal's embrace, hands twitching like he wants to hold you himself.

He moves with all the carefulness of someone approaching a wild animal. His face is uncharacteristically open, broadcasting his worry for you and relief that you're unharmed.

"Hi, sweet pea," Bruce mutters, silk-soft, and that's all it takes to make you start sobbing and reach for him. Your father doesn't hesitate, sweeping you up and giving assurance after assurance that you are just as treasured and loved as you've always been, that he is so happy to be your dad, that you belong in Gotham and that will never change no matter what.

The lockdown gets lifted from the Watchtower. Several heroes, after conveying their relief and gratitude over your safety, take their leave. Diana and Clark stay behind to apologize profusely, both to you and Bruce, for implying that you would ever be unwelcome in your own home just for being different. It's easy for you to forgive them, but Bruce is grinding his jaw a bit, so they excuse themselves for the night and take their leave.

"Well." Hal claps his hands together and yawns. "I'm ready for a drink and a bed. What do we say we hit the road, huh? C'mon, B, let's get Flittermouse back home. I've hit my daily quota for adventure."

Bruce nods, walking with you back to the Zeta tubes. You've already nodded off in his arms, drained from your stressful day.

"Thank you, Hal," he says, preparing to warp home. "Come by after the kids are in bed. Let me repay you properly."

"Y'know, normally I'd be all over that," Hal smirks, "but I'm seriously beat. Can I cash my reward in tomorrow?"

Bruce gives him a small smile. "Whenever you want. Come by anyway, if you like. We don't have to do anything."

"Yeah, okay. I'll see you later, then." Hal crosses his arms and relaxes against the corridor wall, smiling down at your dozing form. "You take care. Both of you."

Bruce thanks him again, disappearing in a flash of light. When Hal drops by later that evening, he finds his boyfriend asleep with you in his arms, clinging to his shirt and drooling on his chest as you coast peacefully in Dreamland.

Before joining the cuddle pile, he finds that sitting on the nightstand, written in a combination of pen and crayon, is a contract holding both yours and Bruce's signatures:

The rule against Metahumans in Gotham is hereby null and void forever and ever.

Signed by: Daddy & Mousey

[vitoriadior]

CREEP STALKER, SECRET ADMIDER

Clark Kent x Fem!reader

(Synopsis) Where Clark is trying to be romantic with his crush like as a "Secret Admirer"—But he's so bad at it that it actually looks like you have a creep stalker. He's just trying to be sweet!

Request <3. Masterlist— REQUESTS OPEN

You don't look well: you look almost anxious. Your face shows how uncomfortable you are with something, and the way you play with your fingers as if trying to distract yourself is noticeable. "I think I have a stalker."

"A stalker?" Lois frowns and finally puts the computer aside, moving closer to you to make sure she hadn't misheard. "Like, a creep?"

You nod, swallowing hard. "For a few days now, whenever I go home, I feel like someone's following me." Lois's eyes turn worried as she notices you're holding back tears. "And—and they've left me notes..."

"Notes?"

"Yeah, look." You pull two crumpled pieces of paper out of your purse. Lois could swear even those dried stains were your tears. "This one was on my desk yesterday." You put the two pieces of paper on the desk so your friend can read them. "And this one was in the same place this morning."

'I'm always watching you.'

'Make sure you always lock your door. You don't know who can get in.'

Lois is trying to comfort you while you sob. How awful! What if they wanted to kidnap you? Or even worse, rape you? You were having a terrible time, always afraid. Those notes were always on your mind, making you go to bed scared. Lois tells you that you should buy some pepper spray while she tries to calm you down "Let's talk to HR, okay?"

Meanwhile, Clark, who is a few desks away and heard your entire conversation with his super hearing, is stunned. His eyes are lost, and he prays that the earth would swallow him right there repeating itself over and over again in his mind. In short, things weren't happening the way he expected.

A week ago, he was with Jimmy at lunch—talking about how much he wanted to ask you on a date, but he always chickened out. “Come on, man. It’s easy. You can do the secret admirer thing.”

"The secret admirer thing?" Clark's hopes revived a little when he heard Jimmy. Jimmy was nodding like some kind of master— As if Clark were Luke Skywalker and he were Yoda

"Yep. You leave her little gifts, or notes in her desk, you know. But you don't tell her who you are." Clark thinks about it for a few seconds, hesitantly. Jimmy rolls his eyes when the six-foot-six puppy asks if you'd like it. "Of course she would like it. Be a hearttrob."

So that's what he did: he watched the rom-coms Jimmy recommended and tried to put what he'd learned into practice. He'd been following "discreetly" you home to make sure you'd get there safely, more out of some Superman-like protective instinct than anything. And he'd left you those notes, happy just to think of you reading them and making that face you always make when he compliments you. Yeah. All in all, you were going to love him.

How come it never occurred to him for a second that maybe he was coming across more like a woman stalker than just a man hopelessly in love?

"You did what?" Jimmy's expression is horrified during and after Clark tells him everything that had happened, and what he'd heard between you and Lois. He's banging his head against the desk as if he could lobotomize himself. "The hell did you write that, dude?!"

"You told me to do it!" He stops banging his head against the table to rush to defend himself—if there were resources that could defend him. "It's your fault! You told me to be a hearttrob!"

"I told you to be a hearttrob—a hearttrob" Jimmy turns to his sides to make sure neither you nor Lois are around. He leans his face closer to Clark's desk so no one will hear them. "Not a creep. You scared her, man!"

Clark is going to fix it. He's determined to fix it—he can't rest easy knowing that now because of him, you're anxious about going home alone, that because of him, you think someone's out to hurt you. He didn't mean to scare you, he just wanted a date! So he does what, in his novice-love mind, makes the most sense.

Things would be easier if the walk to your house wasn't always so dark and lonely—but Clark isn't one to question his luck right now. He's going to fall in step with you, apologize and tell you he never meant to come across as a sexual predator, ask you on a date, and go home happy.

Clark is replaying his plan in his head for the third time when he notices you've picked up your walking speed. He keeps up with you without a problem. Until you start running. Jeez, no! You probably thought he was a creep again! "Hey, wait—"

Clark ran after you, impressed by how fast you were despite your heels. Without much difficulty, he caught up to you in no time, putting his hand on your shoulder to make you stop. "It's me—"

You slam a self-defense taser into his hand.

"Clark!" The taser falls from your hands as soon as you see the face of your coworker, who's holding his hand with a grimace. "Oh my God. I'm so, so sorry—are you okay?"

A regular taser wouldn't have even tickled Superman—but of course you didn't have an ordinary taser. You feared for your life, for God's sake! So you bought a solar-powered taser. The kind that has at least a tiny effect on Superman. You keep apologizing countless times, while Clark is apologizing at the same time as you, saying it was his fault. You're both a mess of apologies

Of course you didn't have a creepy stalker; you just had a super-clueless Clark Kent who was dying to go on a date with you. Don't be mad at him, please.

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"hi, ray!" you say, entering his office. rafe's busy with emails, articles and more. you were just bored and alone at home.

"hey, sweetheart. how's doing?" rafe says, his eyes focus on his computer screen, but his arm opened to receive you in a hug. you open a smile, jumping until rafe, your heels making a loud noise in the room. he closes his arm around your waist, you lean to rest your head on his.

"i was so alone and bored at home. wanted to be with you." you say, curling your lower lip, filled with gloss, at him. rafe chuckles and turns his head to give you a kiss on the lips.

"sorry, my love, but you're gonna be bored here too." rafe says, making your groans annoyed. he pulls the chair, pushing you to his lap. you rest your head on his shoulder, your hands resting around his neck. "i have a lot of work to do, because i was leaving earlier to be with you, because you were bored."

"not my fault if i can't be without you. so boring." you murmur, brushing your nails on his nape. rafe tilts his head, his lips curling in a small smile. he raises his back, pushing his wallet from his pocket, he opens and takes out a credit card.

"can't be with you now, but you can go out and buy new clothes and stuff." rafe says, holding his card in your direction. you frown the eyebrows and cross the arms. "what? what's wrong, missy?"

"you think the only thing i do is buy and spend money?" you ask, feeling a bit offended. rafe raises his eyebrows and opens his lips, he wanted to say yes, but he doesn't want to make you mad. he just shakes his head and rests the card on the glass table. rafe brushes his finger on your cheeks as apologies.

"you know i didn't mean to, just say that, because you love shopping."

"looks like i'm nothing, but a superficial girl." you complain, jumping out of rafe's lap. he tilts his head, waiting for you to finish your drama, he knows you're gonna drop it and take the card, but before you need to. you walk around the table, your finger tracing a invisible line on the glass until you accidentally drop a pen on the floor. "ops, drop it." you say, opening a silly smile.

you rest your purse on the table, kneeling down to take the pen. your eyes make contact with rafe's lap, you bite your lower lip and start to crawl until rafe. he looks down, finding you under his table with a dorky smile.

"missy, what are you doing?" rafe asks, patting her head, tugging her hair on her ear.

"having some fun." you whisper.

you rest your hands on rafe's knees, opening a big and naive smile. you trace a line until his belt, opening without any problem, rafe raises his hips to help you to pull his pants down. you lean your back, facing his dick inside the underwear, a visible bulge growing inside, you lean your head to give him a little kiss. your hands are faster, pulling his cocky out, starting to make movements to stimulate it. rafe throws his head back, closing his eyes and locking groans on his throat. you thumb brushing on his tip, already leaking precum, you smile big before lean the head to put it in your mouth.

rafe's big, big enough to almost make you gag, but you're already good at giving him a head. your mouth works better than your hands, your lips are hot and fluffy, even more pretty around his dick. your tongue twirling around it, driving rafe insane. he looks down, watching you sucking his cocky like is a fuckin' lollipop, he pulls your hair back, holding it to make it easier for you to suck. he lets out small groans, worried to someone outside hear them. wet noises filling the whole room. rafe's almost there.

suddenly, a knock on the door makes them both stop. rafe widens his eyes and looks at the door, his hand's faster to tap your head for you stop, but you're stubborn, you keep sucking his dick. rafe can't say anything, not when you're giving him a head and if he opens his mouth, he's gonna lets out a loud and deep groan.

"mr. cameron?" his secretary says, the same one you hate.

you turn your movements faster, not caring about the noise. rafe covers his mouth when he feels a knot growing on his stomach. when his secretary knocks a second time it was the end, his pressures his hand on his mouth, cumming hard in your mouth. as a good girl you are, you swallow everything, proudly. rafe taps your head, looking at you with a demanding look, asking you to get out. you take his dick out, crawling back, rafe wears his pants again and close the belt, letting his secretary in. you lift from the ground, cleaning the corner of your lips with your thumb.

"sorry, am i interrupting?" she asks.

"not anymore." you say, sour. rafe looks at you, making a grunt to call your attention. you shake your shoulders and walk towards rafe. "see you later at home, 'kay?" you say, sweet. you lean to give rafe a kiss on the cheek. you take his card and make your way to the door.

"thought you didn't want to go shopping." rafe jokes.

"that's bullshit, baby." you smile. "i love you."

[lareinarata1960]

Batfam + JL (where the Justice League finds out about the Batfam by accident)

To long for a one-shot but not really a micro-fic, anyway ENJOY:

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After a virtual meeting with the LJ Batman "disconnects" the camera... Except he does something wrong and now he thinks none can see or hear him but everyone on the JL it's watching him in the Batcave from a huge screen.

Wonder Woman: Maybe we should tell him... Or at least turn the tv off...

Flash: WAIT!!! Don't you wanna know what the bat does when he thinks nobody is watching????

Superman (trying not to sound to enthusiastic): Well maybe we could just take a quick look... :)

Here is a list of things the JL saw or found out because of this:

1) Batman taking off most of his armour and his mask and start working in some case in his desk in front of the computer (the angle of the cámara doesn't let see his face not OH GOD it lets se his huge pecs and arms in nothing but a gray underwear shirt

Flash: Well LOOK AT THAT, I always knew he was well build but that's a great look in so many ways

Green Lantern: No shit... This is making me realize some things about myself

Wonder Woman: ... I have better arms

Superman (2 seconds about to have a stroke): oh yea... Well... I'm just gonna... *Takes a picture with his phone*

2) A general panic gets on the JL when a dark skinned toddler enters the screen and tries to climb THE BATMAN

*Through the screen*

Toddler Duke pulling Batman's arm: *baby noises*

Batman looking away from his work to see the kid (his face still not visible on the camera): Oh hello chum, what are you doing here?

The JL incredibly confused and estranged because of that sweet voice they NEVER heard before:

Batman pulling Dukes up and carrying him on his chest while he keeps working: It's ok baby, your siblings we'll be back soon

The LJ:

Flash: HE'S A FATHER??!!!

Wonder Woman: this actually explains a lot of things

Superman (with his heart about to physically melt): ...oh... That's cute

3) A sassy teenager arriving home

Batman, still with the kid on top of him and still working, when a black haired boy enters the screen and throws a backpack on the ground

Batman: How was school?

Tim, annoyed: Boring, they keep teaching me thins I already know

Batman: Well what do you wanna learn about?

Tim (pulling a bunch of folders and papers out of his school bag): The Gotham strangulator...

Batman:...

Batman (surprisingly calm) : Did you steal a case from my desk?

Tim: I solved a case from your desk, you welcome

Batman (sighing): ok fine, put it with the others you solve that I have to present to the JL next week

Tim (putting in the desk a huge bunch of archives): oki doki

Flash: Wait so a kid do his paperwork????

Marcian: Wait so a kid SOLVES his cases???

Wonder Woman: Do you think that maybe is Robin? I mean I have never seen him from close but it could be...

Superman: I honestly need a brake

Batman *standing up with Duke on arms*: I'm gonna put your brother to sleep DONT DO ANYTHING

Tim (without even looking up from his phone): mhmh...

4) After a while of just watching Tim on his phone a little menace decides to show up

Tim (on his phone not paying attention):

Litle Damian arriving and standing with a straight face in front of the computer:

Flash (a little bit terrified): Can he see us??!!!

Wonder Woman: He shouldn't be able... But if that's Batman's kid, who knows

Damian (with the most serious voice a 8 year old can make): Computer, show me funny videos of cats

The computer *unresponding*

Tim: Dad told you not to play with the computer

Damian: Well father is not here right now, and if you tell him I'll tell him you just call him "dad"

Tim: no I didn't!

Damian: yes you did!

Tim: he's just my legal guardian!!!

Damian: But you call him dad just now!!!

Tim: you...

*Tim and Damian fighting and rolling in the floor*

Aquaman: oh so this is what having siblings is like?...

Superman: IS THAT A FREAKING COW??!!

*Batcow on the back of the image watching the kids fight without giving a fuck*

Wonder Woman: IS THAT A SWORD??!!!!

*Also Damian pulling a sword put of nothing to fight Tim and the JL freaking out*

*A teenage girl appears out of nowhere and grabs Damian as if it was nothing*

Cass: What are you even doing?!

5) A terrifying ballerina scolds her brothers (by this point the JL already has popcorns and bets on the table)

This ballerina girl who magically appears and stops the little psico stares at them in confusion

Cass: Why are you even fighting about???

Tim: None of your business

Damian: Timothy is a jerk

Cass: I already know that

*A notice from the computer catches everybody's attention*

(Batman calling them from the computer in a way the JL can only hear his voice but the kids and Batman can definitely see each other)

Batman *on the speaker phone*: Why is everyone at home so early?

Cass: My ballet class is over

Damian: I didn't go to school today, I didn't want to

Batman (exasperated): We will discuss this later, I had to go out there is an emergency in the city, DONT GO OUT! DONT KILL EACH OTHER! AND DAMIAN GET THAT COW OUT OF THE BATCAVE

Damian: But what if something happens to her???!!!!

Cass: Hate to interrupt but I have a good and a bad new

Batman: Just go ahead with the good news

Cass: I GOT A ROLE IN THE NUTCRACKER!!!

Batman (who has no idea what the Nutcracker is about but is trying to be a supportive father) : Honey that's great!! Are you gonna be some pretty candy princess or something?

Cass (who is actually gona be the rat king and is really excited about it): sure... Wana hear the bad news??

Batman: shot

Cass: Jayson is in jail

Batman:

Cass: Again

Tim and Damian trying not to laugh:

Batman: that's it *pointing to Tim* ho upstairs and babysit your brother, Cassandra and Damian I want you out of the Batcave until I'm back and someone call Richard so he can get your brother out of jail

*The JL losing their shit in confusion and laug*

+

Batman eventually finds out about this little incident but decides to ignore it and pretend it never happened. The LJ is amused

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Idia Shroud - Watchman of the Underworld Voice Lines

Watchman of the Underworld Idia does not have a vignette

With the goddesses of fate behind me, here I am, almighty and all-powerful!

Summon: Whatcha think? How's it feel standing face-to-face with the SSR [King of the Underworld]? I'll show you true power. Fheehee!

Groovification: Gonna use all I got to smash to smithereens all sort of useless hassles and forced niceties!!

Home: Boom ba-da boom boom boom! Hah!

Swap Looks: I'm the boss! Heehee!

Home Transition 1: Who'd've thought I'd get a raid party of OP overblots together, even if it's just inside a dream? Even though the whole burning through blot thing's supposed to be my family's special skill.

Home Transition 2: I should be god-tier when I'm in my overblot form... So why can't I scrub the memory of my mother looking through my computer!?

Home Transition 3: Just 'cause I'm acting more upbeat than usual doesn't mean I've changed classes or anything. I'm not perpetually-cheery like Ortho. OK!?

Home Transition - Login: Fheehee! No one's a match for me while I'm in this form. But that's just another reason to watch what I say and do. Don't need it getting back to me later.

Home Transition - Groovy:  I was sooo ready to take dozens of screenshots of Malleus-shi wailing... But that was totally not what I was expecting!!

Home Tap 1: I heard some of the guys back in the lab saw this outfit and likened it to the big climax boss battle at the end of an anime. See, geeks love armor...

Home Tap 2: Being able to fight alongside both Orthos is a heart-wrenchingly good arc. My imagination is way too powerful, isn't it...?

Home Tap 3: I get stronger with every buff and debuff! Oh man, looks like I'm a game-breaking OP character～

Home Tap 4: It's a bit unfair that no one got to see your dream, isn't it? Hey, let me take a peek sometime. Just to even out the stats.

Home Tap 5: Don't touch me, you'll get burned... Fheehee, I always wanted to say a line like that!

Home Tap - Groovy: Y'know... Can you not just start randomly chit-chatting with me? I'm goin' for a super sinister vibe here.

Duo: [IDIA]: I'll destroy them with every bit of firepower I got! [VIL]: I won't let you off so easily if you fail.

Requested by @farfalla049.

[homunculus-argument]

Back when I first moved to the city I currently live in, that was the first time I had moved to live somewhere new truly on my own - I had lived in student housing with all my schoolmates, and then a shared apartment with a classmate as my roommate, and in work-adjanced housing in the same town where my family lived, but this was the first time I moved right into a completely new place where I knew nothing and nobody, all by myself.

So on my first weekend in a new city by myself I figured the best way to find friends is go out by myself to do something I would enjoy doing with buddies and see who else is there - packed a bunch of beers in my backpack and decided to go drink in the nearby park. Found a group of cool-looking punks, awkwardly introduced myself and pretty much had them go "oh huh, neat" and grab me in. So I now had a band of drinking buddies who were cool.

I have a tendency to unwittingly screw things up, and being an undiagnosed and unmedicated, pre-therapy ball of mess, I was a lot worse, and a lot worse at coping with it. So once a problem I hadn't noticed building up unexpectedly collapsed on me, I had no idea what had happened, or what to do, and one of my new friends found me literally sitting on her doorstep, sobbing. I had no idea what was wrong but I was 100% sure that I was doomed and that I Can't Fucking Do This Anymore.

So she calmly went "alright how about you calm down, and we're gonna sit down and have a cigarette and you can tell me what's wrong and we can see what we're gonna do about it." Troubleshooting everything, it turned out that the reason my phone had stopped working was because my internet contract had cut off, because I hadn't paid my phone bill for three months, because I hadn't received the bills in the mail, because I hadn't noticed I had put my new home address wrong in the registry. So she let me borrow her computer to get all of that fixed, and just like that, the problem that almost crushed me was gone, popped out of existence like a soap bubble.

I was so relieved that I was straight-up euphoric, she was downright embarrassed by my avalanche of thank you's for something that had been really no bother at all to her. On my way home I was still so happy that I even texted my mom about it - I didn't tell her in detail what stupid thing I had embarrassingly fucked up, but I wanted to let her know that I had had a problem I hadn't been able to fix on my own, but that I had already made friends here and one of them could help me fix it, and that I feel so loved and cared for here.

And I guess I expected her to reply something along the lines of "I'm glad to hear that. I'm relieved to know that even though you have your weaknesses in managing day-to-day life, you have the skill to befriend people and build yourself a social support network that you can turn to when you can't manage alone and family is out of reach." Echoing my own pride in being able to make friends, and having found such good friends already. Being glad to hear that I am safe, and that I can still find ways to get by even though I can't do it all on my own.

Instead she answered "wdm you didn't feel loved here, we have always cared for you."