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wordsmeetwbb · 5 months ago

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Need You

Word count: 3.8k

Content: smut (sub Azzi)

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: Hello loves! This one is a little bit longer than my usual and as per usual, the only editing I did was putting this through grammarly so please let me know if there's anything that doesn't make sense or is incorrect. Your reviews and reactions really fuel me so feel free to tell me what you think of this one! Enjoy!

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When Azzi got done with class, she was exhausted, mentally drained, and needed a hug from her girlfriend. She had gone straight to Paige’s apartment, not even bothering to drop her backpack off at her own first. Paige had been notably absent from the living room, but Allie had kindly informed her that she and Ice were in Paige’s room playing Fortnite. Azzi thanked her and made a beeline for Paige’s closed door.

Ice was seated on the floor in front of Paige’s bed, the TV glowing with her view of the game. Paige was sitting in her desk chair, the computer monitor showing the beginning of a game as she fiddled with the controller in her hands. Azzi stood in the doorway for a moment, not wanting to walk directly in front of Ice’s view of the TV to get to Paige. Both of the girls had headphones on, but Ice quickly noticed Azzi and popped one side of the headphones off her ear.

“Azzi, hey!” She called, still locked in on the game. It must have been a really interesting match because Paige barely glanced away from her screen, pale fingers twiddling the buttons on the controller. The blonde shot Azzi a quick smile.

“Hey Az, how was class?” Paige asked, still distracted. Azzi deflated, dropping her backpack onto the floor and flopping onto Paige’s bed.

“Fuckin’ hate accounting,” she mumbled into the sheets. Paige did look over at her then, swiveling the chair 180 degrees to face the bed. Azzi didn’t lift her head out of the blankets.

“What happened?” Paige asked in that gentle tone she reserved specifically for Azzi. Ice glanced back from her spot on the floor, concerned about her friend.

“I just don’t get it,” Azzi whined. “Don’t wanna talk about it.” She raised her head from the bed finally, brown eyes going right to Paige’s blue ones. Paige’s expression softened, the game still playing on her computer temporarily forgotten.

“Can we play some other time, Ice?” Paige asked, her focus still on Azzi. With a glance up at the brunette still sprawled pathetically on the bed, Ice nodded.

“Yeah, no problem,” she said as she picked herself up off the floor, turning the TV off as she went. “Feel better, Azzi.” Azzi mumbled a thank you, her face once again buried in the blankets. As soon as the door clicked shut behind Ice, Azzi felt the mattress dip under Paige’s weight.

Warm hands settled on her back, stroking soothing lines up and down. Azzi melted, body sagging under the weight of her day. She let out a long breath. Just having Paige’s skin on hers, even through the fabric of her sweatshirt, was helping immensely.

“What do you need, Az? Lemme help,” Paige asked. Azzi shifted herself into a sitting position.

“Just need to touch you,” she said simply, but a little bit of guilt crept in. It must have shown on her face because Paige’s eyebrows drew together in concern.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Azzi hesitated.

“It’s dumb,” she mumbled, sinking into Paige and hiding her face in her shoulder. Paige’s arms enveloped her.

“It’s okay, just tell me what’s on your mind,” Paige coaxed. Face still hidden in Paige’s skin, Azzi felt herself blush lightly. Feeling utterly ridiculous, she responded.

“I don’t want to stop you from playing your game. I interrupted and I’ll feel bad if you have to stop playing just because I’m being dramatic about accounting,” she confessed, voice muffled by Paige’s shirt. Paige’s fingers splayed out on Azzi’s back as if she were trying to cover as much surface area as possible. She must have known that if she protested, it would be the end of Azzi’s rope today because she just brought a hand up to scratch gently at Azzi’s scalp.

“Would it make you feel better if I keep playing? And you can come sit in my lap? Does that sound like a good compromise?” Paige suggested. If she hadn’t been completely in love with Paige before, Azzi felt herself fall just a little bit further in that moment. She nodded into Paige’s neck. Paige started to get up from the bed, guiding Azzi with her, but Azzi hesitated again.

“Whatchu need, mama?” Paige asked immediately, drawing back to Azzi. She felt her face grow hot. She really must have looked pathetic because Paige didn’t even tease her about it.

“I want… can we…” Azzi couldn’t get the words out, her brain too much of a mess to ask for what she wanted.

“Show me, baby,” Paige prompted. Azzi reminded herself to breathe and got up from the bed, going to the closet and pulling out the purple strap they stored there. Paige’s eyebrows raised briefly but she quickly guided Azzi back to her desk.

“You wanna keep me nice and warm and wet while I play Fortnite, baby?” Azzi nodded quickly, desperately. She could already feel herself getting wet, panties growing damp as she looked at the way Paige held the strap.

“Okay, mama, go ahead and take your pants off for me, ‘kay?” Azzi obeyed immediately, sliding her sweats down her legs, and keeping her underwear on. Paige hadn’t told her to take those off. She could feel herself slipping into that submissive headspace Paige brought out of her occasionally. She may not have been good at accounting, but she could definitely do what Paige told her to do. She needed to do what Paige told her to.

In the few moments Azzi was distracted with her own clothing, Paige had rid herself of her sweatpants and slipped into the harness, adjusting it slightly as she sat down in her chair. Azzi stood in front of Paige, body trembling from both anticipation and residual anxiety and stress from her day. Paige’s eyes were so, so soft as she looked at the brunette. Azzi felt herself blush, stomach full of butterflies.

“You wanna keep your sweatshirt on, baby? Or do you want it off?” Paige prompted. Azzi’s hands came down to fiddle with the hem, fingers partially hidden by the sleeves. She looked at Paige carefully, trying to gauge if there was a correct answer to the question.

“On,” she answered slowly. Paige just nodded and beckoned her closer, pulling her girlfriend onto her lap. Azzi’s knees settled on either side of Paige’s legs, their chests bumping together as Azzi got comfortable. Paige’s fingers came down to play with the waistband of Azzi’s underwear. Azzi shivered at the contact, finally feeling skin on skin.

“Gonna take these off, that okay mama?” Paige asked softly. Azzi nodded, shifting around to help Paige pull the fabric off. As soon as they had been tossed onto the floor Paige’s fingers wandered right back between Azzi’s legs. They dipped into her just slightly, then pulled out to spread her wetness around.

Paige brought her thumb up to Azzi’s clit, drawing slow circles. It wasn’t enough to make her desperate, but god it felt good. Azzi let out a little whine and buried her face into Paige’s neck.

“Good?” Azzi nodded, brushing her lips over Paige’s neck. She nibbled on the skin there a bit, just needing something to keep her mouth busy and her mind distracted. The taste of her girlfriend’s skin was certainly a good enough distraction.

Paige’s thumb continued to apply gentle pressure to her clit, but she brought two fingers down to tease at her entrance. Azzi could feel herself dripping onto Paige’s thighs. She wished she could see what it looked like- her arousal shining on pale skin, so close to that purple strap on Paige’s hips.

Paige’s fingers pushed into Azzi’s pussy slowly. It drew a soft moan from the brunette, shifting her hips to work Paige’s fingers deeper. Paige’s fingers, long and veiny, felt divine, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more, deeper, thicker.

“Please, more,” she whined. On most other days, she would be embarrassed about the needy tone in her voice or the already desperate expression she knew was on her face. Today, however, she couldn’t care less. She needed more of Paige, needed to be wrapped in her embrace, and filled to the brim until all she could feel was Paige.

“I know, honey, I’ve got you. Just gotta stretch you out a little bit, get you ready for my cock, okay? Gonna take care of you, I promise. Make you feel so good, baby,” Paige soothed. Azzi whimpered into Paige’s shoulder. Paige loved to talk during sex, and yeah, it was hot every time. But when Azzi got all submissive like this? She would never admit it to Paige, but she sometimes thought she could cum just from listening to Paige talk to her.

Paige spent some time thrusting her fingers in and out of Azzi’s pussy, scissoring them occasionally to get her ready for the strap which was, admittedly, a little bigger than they maybe should have purchased. Azzi couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to be split open on it. No matter how much Paige got her ready for it, there was always a stretch. Today, she needed that.

“Please, please, ‘m ready, just put it in, please Paige,” Azzi begged. Paige smiled, a hint of pride on her face.

“Look at you begging, Az. I didn’t even have to ask you to. Doin’ so good for me already,” Paige praised. Azzi squirmed, grinding her hips on Paige’s fingers until Paige pulled them out. She raised her hand to face level, taking her clean hand to pry Azzi’s face out of her neck. Azzi blinked, confused for only a moment before she understood.

She took Paige’s fingers in her mouth, licking each one, sucking enthusiastically, cleaning herself off pale skin. The weight in her mouth reminded her of the game still open on Paige’s computer, glowing on the “Start game” screen. She popped her mouth off of Paige’s hand, guiding it back to the controller sitting forgotten on the desk.

“Please,” she said simply. Paige’s expression melted. Sometimes the blonde looked at Azzi with so much visible love and longing that she didn’t know what to do about it. Right now, however, she knew exactly what she wanted to do about it and how to get it from Paige.

“Need it, Paige, please, please, just need to be full, please,” she begged.

“Such a good girl begging for me like that,” Paige murmured, pressing a couple of sloppy kisses to Azzi’s lips. When Paige tried to pull away, Azzi bit the older girl’s lip gently, letting the tip of her tongue drag over the spot to soothe it. Paige let out a heavy breath.

“Fuck, baby. Drivin’ me crazy,” Paige whispered as she gripped Azzi’s hips, lifting her to position her cunt above the strap. Azzi whimpered at the feeling of Paige’s fingers digging into her ass. She hoped it would leave bruises. Then she felt the very tip of the strap nudge against her folds and forgot all about Paige’s fingers.

She tried to lower herself onto the strap quickly but only got a couple of inches down the silicone before Paige’s grip tightened and stopped her. It punched a moan out of Azzi anyway.

“Slow down, baby. Gonna fill you up, just gotta be patient, okay? Want it to feel good,” Paige murmured, placing barely-there kisses on the skin below Azzi’s ear. Azzi let out a frustrated breath but forced herself to relax into Paige’s hold.

After giving Azzi a few seconds to adjust to the bit of the strap already inside her, Paige began to drag Azzi lower.

“Fuck,” Azzi whimpered. Her hands, still mostly covered by the sleeves of her sweatshirt, came up to grab Paige’s shoulders, needing something to anchor her. The stretch forced all of the air out of her lungs in the best way, pulling a moan out of her throat easily.

“There you go, good girl Az. Takin’ me so good, mama,” Paige praised. All Azzi could do was try to keep breathing, slow and steady. Mindlessly, she licked a stripe up Paige’s neck. Paige tilted her head so Azzi could continue her ministrations more easily.

“Feel good, baby? You need anything?” Paige asked. Azzi mumbled a “no” into Paige’s skin, continuing to leave soft kisses and nips over every inch of skin she could reach without moving her position. Paige’s hands brushed over the tops of Azzi’s thighs, the gesture making Azzi relax further into Paige.

“Your game,” Azzi whispered softly, lips brushing Paige’s neck as she spoke.

“I know, honey. Wanted to make sure you’re comfy first,” Paige soothed. Since Azzi was doing just fine, Paige picked the controller up from where it had been resting on her desk. Azzi heard the clicking of buttons, the soft sounds of the joystick being pushed back and forth as Paige entered a new round. She let her eyes close, her heartbeat slowing as she breathed deeply.

Paige shifted slightly as the game loaded, arms circling around Azzi’s lower back and resting against her sweatshirt. The slight movement caused the strap to nudge its way a little bit deeper inside of Azzi. She let out another breathy whine, shifting her hips to get it even deeper. Accomplishing her mission, she moaned quietly. Paige shushed her, one hand rubbing up and down her back carefully.

“Just relax, honey. I’ve gotchu,” she promised. Azzi sighed in contentment, nuzzling her way back into Paige’s neck to continue leaving kisses and kitten licks on the skin there. Azzi knew it was driving Paige crazy based on the way her breaths were coming heavier as time went on, but her skin was so warm and soft that she couldn’t stop. She lost track of time, unsure how long they sat there with Paige playing Fortnite and herself leaving bruises on Paige’s throat.

“You’re being so good for me, mama. Such a good girl. Keeping my cock so wet and warm for me, marking up my neck. Takin’ this so well, Az,” Paige said softly, the clicks of the controller continuing as she played. The praise sent warmth rushing through Azzi’s stomach. She suddenly became far more aware of the way she could feel herself, so unbearably full, dripping down the purple silicone. She whimpered, biting at Paige’s neck in one place, sucking on another spot, and leaving little licks with the tip of her tongue over the whole area afterward. Then a thought hit her.

“Sorry,” Azzi mumbled, pulling back to look Paige in her eyes, light blue irises capturing her immediately.

“You’re sorry? Sorry for what, baby?” Paige asked, confusion clear in her voice.

“You’re gonna be uneven,” Azzi explained. Paige’s eyebrows scrunched together. One of Azzi’s hands came up to her forehead and smoothed the skin down gently. “Your neck,” Azzi elaborated, finally noticing the blonde’s confusion. Paige’s face opened up in understanding.

“It’s okay, baby. I don’t mind. As long as you’re comfy and you feel good and I get to walk around for the next few days with these marks, everything is great,” Paige comforted.

“Are you sure?” Azzi asked delicately. Usually, she would have been self-conscious about how fragile she sounded, but not tonight. Tonight, she knew that Paige was going to take care of her. She wasn’t going to make fun of Azzi for anything, wasn’t going to tease her about sounding unsure.

“I’m sure, baby,” Paige promised. Azzi let out a breath of relief. “You still feel okay?” Paige asked, grinding her hips slowly into Azzi. Azzi moaned at the sensation. She had gotten used to the comfortable fullness of the strap pressed deep inside of her. Almost forgotten it was there, even. Now her attention was drawn back to the pressure of the cock against the walls of her pussy. Her clit throbbed.

“Need you,” was all she managed to get out, grinding her hips down against Paige’s. When Paige didn’t do anything else, Azzi’s gaze darted up to her face, desperation etched across every line of her expression. Paige looked right back at her, blue eyes soft and safe. Azzi heard the thump of the controller being set down on the desk. She clenched around the cock in anticipation.

“Feelin’ a little bit calmer now, honey? Ready to come?” Paige cooed. Azzi felt so needy she thought she might cry if Paige didn’t fuck her in the next few seconds.

“Please, Paige,” she begged. She wanted to fuck herself on the strap, but two things held her back: her legs already felt too much like jelly to lift herself, and Paige hadn’t given her permission to move. So she sat, the purple strap so deep in her pussy that she knew she would feel it for days, and could do nothing but beg Paige for more. Luckily for Azzi, the neediness and desperation in her voice were enough to make Paige give in quickly.

The blonde’s hands came down to grip Azzi’s hips, lifting her off the strap so that just the tip remained inside. The emptiness was such a stark contrast from how full she had been mere seconds before that Azzi gasped. Then Paige dragged her back down the cock, hips thrusting up to meet her. Azzi cursed softly, eyes rolling back at how good it felt. Paige repeated the process of pulling Azzi off the strap, then moving her all the way back down, thrusting up with just the slightest bit of pressure.

It was slow and gentle but it was exactly what Azzi needed, and the whole situation was driving her insane. Within minutes she was babbling, not even sure what words were coming out of her mouth. She just knew she needed Paige to never stop the motions she was doing, needed her fingers to stay firmly on her waist, needed the strap so deep inside her cunt that she could feel it in her stomach.

“More, more, please baby, I need it so bad. Touch me, please. It hurts, need you to touch me,” Azzi begged. She wasn’t sure she was making any sense. Her head was too fuzzy, too firmly set in the mindset of being good for Paige, to think about anything else. Paige knew what she needed though, even though Azzi herself didn’t.

One of Paige’s hands left Azzi’s waist and she nearly started protesting, but then she felt two of Paige’s fingers brush her clit lightly. She moaned.

“Yes please,” she pleaded before Paige could even ask. Paige smiled and started to rub gentle circles around her clit. Azzi’s hands gripped Paige’s shoulders, biting her lip and throwing her head back.

“So good, mama. Bein’ so perfect for me, just takin’ my cock like such a good girl,” Paige praised. A high whine left Azzi as she fucked herself back down onto the purple silicone. “You almost there? What do you need, Az?” Azzi was panting at this point, barely able to get breaths in and out of her lungs between moans.

“Just- fuck- this. Keep doin’ this,” Azzi stuttered. Paige’s hand squeezed her hip gently, the other hand still busy playing with Azzi’s clit. Azzi’s eyes were permanently closed at this point, the pleasure too overwhelming to keep her sight locked on anything.

As Paige continued her ministrations, Azzi felt the pressure in her stomach grow tighter and tighter. Between the sensation of Paige’s breath on her neck, the dildo stretching her pussy so good, and Paige’s fingers rubbing her clit, Azzi felt like she was going to die from pleasure.

“Oh god, Paige, gonna cum, please let me cum. Need it, please please let me,” Azzi begged as the pressure low in her stomach became unbearable. She bit her lip roughly. Paige watched the action with blown-out pupils, face looking just as fucked out as Azzi felt.

“Cum for me baby. You’ve been so good for me, just need you to cum all over my cock, make a mess for me,” Paige encouraged. That was all Azzi needed to fall over the edge. She cried out, grinding down onto Paige harder, letting the blonde fuck her through it. The fingers on her clit quickly became too much, Azzi pushing Paige’s hand away with a whimper.

“Too much, can’t take anymore-” she gasped out. Paige let Azzi remove her hand and began to pull the strap out of her pussy, a thick white sheen covering every exposed inch, when Azzi whined out an objection.

“No, no, please. Not yet,” she protested. Paige paused.

“Don’t you wanna go clean up and lay down, baby?” She asked. Azzi shook her head adamantly but hesitated to explain. Luckily, Paige took pity on her. “You just wanna be full for a little longer, huh?” Azzi nodded quickly. Her words seemed to have been stolen from her, but she needed Paige to understand what she wanted.

“Need you. Please,” she whispered. Paige smiled softly, the sides of her eyes crinkling.

“Okay, mama. We can stay just like this for a while,” she agreed. Azzi sighed in relief, letting herself sag against Paige’s warm chest, burying her face in the newly marked skin of her neck. Azzi wasn’t sure how long they sat like that. She just knew that when she opened her eyes again, Paige was already looking at her like she had hung the stars and the moon in the sky. Like she would do anything for Azzi.

“What?” Azzi asked softly, feeling like her brain had finally reconnected to her body. Paige soothed her hands up and down Azzi’s back slowly.

“I just really love you,” Paige whispered. Azzi smiled.

“I love you too, Paige.” Paige let her head drop to Azzi’s collarbones, leaving soft kisses there.

“You ready to go clean up now? Feel better?” Paige asked. Azzi nodded, feeling the most serene she had in weeks.

“Yeah. Just needed you.” Paige brushed a curl out of Azzi’s face gently. The strap was still nestled deep inside Azzi’s cunt and she knew she would feel reminders of the stretch for days. The knowledge soothed her. She brought her hands up to cup Paige’s face, leaving featherlight kisses across her face.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Paige’s own hands came to rest on Azzi’s face.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’ll do anything you want if it helps you feel better. Anything,” Paige murmured. Azzi’s heart felt like it was going to burst open. She didn’t know it was possible to feel this much about one person, but Paige made it happen every day.

“I love you,” Azzi whispered again.

“I love you too, Az. Now let’s get cleaned up.”

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hattersrabbit · 18 days ago

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IT'S A MUTUAL THING

yandere tim drake x yandere reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, suggestive behavior, mutual stalking, both of you are freaks and I love it, Timothy "Stalker" Drake, harmless yandere reader, Tim is an ADULT (20-22), batfam is concerned, civilian reader, mutual pining, romantic leaning, established relatonship (r & t), both r & t are legal, why is part of this short so sad, slight hurt comfort???

Summary! Jason and Dick are concerned, and no one seems to have noticed the strange behavior of Tim towards you, and Steph is more or less concerned about Tim's safety. Only then do they realize it's mutual.

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The keyboard was basically being smashed into. Frantic typing and clicking on the screen of pictures. A map of someone being tracked.

A small satisfied smile on his face; Tim Drake Wayne's face. Watching his beloved move throughout her day. Hacking into cameras revealing you going through you're day.

Dressed all pretty with a smile on your face.

Tim couldn't deny this need to watch. Make sure you were safe and if anyone did anything to you he'd hurt the person who did.

Unbeknownst to Tim someone was watching. Jason looking on with a disturbed expression. His clear view of his brother's screen. A familiar person, that being you and Tim's partner.

You were sweet and kind to them all, and was very good to Tim. Always making sure he was taking care of himself and everyone appreciated it.

With your help he was doing a lot better, but the disturbance of what he saw was... He didn't know.

Currently Bruce was off world with the Justice League and Alfred was taking a vacation so,

His only choice was Dick.

So with frantic steps he ran to find his older brother. They were loud enough to catch Tim's attention. A narrowed view that looked where Jason used to be.

His smile faltered. Aware of what was gonna happen, because no one understood the love between you and him.

It was special, and not many people would ever get it.

"Huh?" Dick asked with a raised brow. "He's stalking someone? His partner?" The confusion was infused with fear. His Baby Bird; Tim was stalking his partner.

"Dick, he was basically stalking B and knew you were Robin based off your moves! Do you really think Tim would stop? I mean especially if he has a sort of attachment to them!?" Jason surely wasn't as smart as Bruce and Tim, but God damn he was still a detective of some sort. That sort of pattern isn't something to be disregarded.

Dick's disturbed expression only furthered his point. "Yeah [ ] is very special to them, but stalking them and a tracker?! That's going so far..." He mumbled to himself.

"B is off world and Alfred is away. The young ones, we don't wanna freak them out." Jason ran a hand through his hair as they walked to the living room.

"What do we do..." Dick trailed off when they saw Tim on the phone. It was on speaker and it was with you.

"Can't wait to see you." Tim giggled. It felt creepy. Normally it would have been okay but with this context it felt wrong.

The screen so subtly turned to his siblings. Tim has a shit eating grin. Like he didn't even care, and was proud of it. Jason felt sick to his stomach at that thought.

They couldn't hear your response. But it made Tim's smile even wider.

"I'll be ready then to pick you up."

Narrow eyes centered on Dick and Jason as he hung up with you. "Good Afternoon Jason. Dick." His blue eyes felt like an animals stare.

Like they were the prey.

"Hey Tim. Um..." With fast movements he grabbed the computer. The younger made no movement to grab it. To keep them from seeing what he was doing.

"What exactly are you doing stalking [ ]?" Dick pointed to the icon that was yours. "And TV cameras?!"

Tim gave a blank stare. "What if they get kidnapped? Or someone hurts them? I have their location so I'll be there lickity split." He got up and removed the computer forcefully from his oldest brother. "They can't defend themselves. How else do you expect me to keep them safe?"

Once again that smirk crossed his lips.

Jason was at a loss for words. He couldn't form any as Tim left to his room upstairs with a closed laptop.

"What just happened?" Dick asked Jason and received no answer. All that remained was echo of the darkness in Tim's voice.

You blinked seeing the text Tim sent you. How his oldest brothers caught him stalking you.

You laughed at it.

They were right to be concerned, but what they didn't know is the fact that it was a mutual thing. You less intense about it, harmless honestly, but at the same you could be creepy about your beloved Red Robin.

After all, the numerous pictures you've secretly taken of them say a lot. Or the many things you've stolen from him without his knowledge. The newest thing being an old notebook full of notes.

Among other things they were mindless things to collect. Sometimes you took things just to be silly, but at the same time you took them because they belonged to him.

Simply harmless when it came to Tim.

Perhaps an old staff with blood said differently. So maybe you were a little crazy. Tim didn't seem to mind. If he found it uncomfortable then he'd tell you.

After all, it was a mutual thing.

Harmlessly you got ready for the date you two were planning to go on. You had no doubt he planted some cameras in your own apartment. You mused about doing that too, but he was in a house of detectives, and Alfred wouldn't be too keen on that.

You'd rather avoid the spat.

Tim relished in it.

Speaking of the devil. Opening the door to find love of your life. "Hi Timmy." You giggled as he embraced you. "How'd it go with your brothers?"

"Oh, they are concerned. They think I'm gonna murder you or something." Nonchalantly he grabbed your hand as you exited your own apartment. Together hand in hand walking down the street to his car. "I heard they were talking to Steph. She'll probably sneak into your apartment since we're out."

You giggled, "Bad news for me."

"Oh?" He cornered you against the passenger door. Your hand grabbing the handle tightly. "What exactly of mine do you have?" A dark smirk on his face.

Realistically any normal person they'd think he was harassing you. Cornering you, but this was quite normal. Tim was quite the possessive one, and scaring you was a fun time for him.

You enjoyed the adrenaline and how you're heart dropped to your stomach.

You're bones shook. His eyes glazed over with a look you were familiar with, but never did you get used to. No one had ever matched, as others would say, your freak, before. Tim did, so a rather rare occurrence.

"Maybe an old notebook of yours...An old staff with dried blood." You pouted as he grabbed your chin. "I was even thinking of going a little farther and stealing a something you've worn. Or even stealing some food of yours that you hadn't finished." Leaning up you matched his expression.

"Ya know, typical creepy stalker things. So many options. Maybe I'll put cameras in your room after all, but Alfie will catch me."

"You naughty thing." He nickled your neck with his fingers. Almost threateningly. You shivered, and pinched him in solidarity.

You two erupted into laughter. "Yeah but Stephanie is gonna get the wrong idea."

"Definitely."

"Also tons of pictures when I've followed you around. Like at the mall when you were with Damian."

Tim chuckled, "Just like me. So shameless." He teased you playfully. You lightly slapped his hand away from your chin.

"If anyone's shamless it's you, Drake." You kissed his cheek, "We're gonna miss our reservation. Maybe we can watch the show?" You sent a knowing look to Tim.

He grinned widely, "You know me so well."

"It's so like you to put cameras in my room. Maybe even a tracker in my clothes which I did find in the pocket of one of my overalls."

"Maybe i wanted you to find it?" He wiggled his brows with a teasing smile. Bright teeth showing mischief.

"Of course you did." You huffed with a tired smile.

Stephanie wished she was joking. Pulling down her mask. Mouth agape when she caught eyes on a old staff that Tim used to use.

The top of it having dried blood that soon faded near the middle. Crimson that had never been cleaned. And it was leaning in the corner of your bedroom.

Alarmly, there were photo albums on your desk. Seemingly left there carelessly, as if they wanted to be caught.

Her mind echoed with Jason's words saying, "We caught him stalking them, Steph!"

Stephanie was disturbed to find photos of herself with Tim. Pictures with Tim and all of their other siblings, with Alfie, or with Bruce. Some by himself, and no one noticed the picture being taken.

Even some with them in costume.

My god you were...stalking your boyfriend too?

Stephanie caught the glint of something in the corner. A bookshelf of some old time classics, and in-between a copy of Frankenstine and Little Woman sat a tiny camera.

There was no way you put that there. Certainly obsessed with Tim, and not yourself, and considering Jason and Dick she was left with a perplexing and terrifying answer.

The both of you were stalking each other.

Already at that revelation she was contacting the two oldest, "Get over here now." Her voice was shaky as she looked over your room even more. The whole apartment, and found countless cameras.

God knows what the hell was even going on.

The question was if either of you even knew, and considering the cameras no doubt Tim was aware. He was fine with your behavior and that was terrifying.

To make it worse she found collections of notes. All from Tim considering his recognizable handwriting.

They were threatening. Creepy in a way that Stephanie couldn't believe she dated him once. This behavior...she wondered if Tim did it with her? He never left her notes like this.

"Steph?"

She jumped and found Dick and Jason staring at her. With trembling hands she handed over the notes to Dick. Jason was nearby looking over the room, and his stance was evident of his disturbance.

"What the ever loving...?" Dick was cursing in Romani as he read over every letter from Tim to you. Jason was in the corner with his mask off. Eyes wide as he surveyed the countless photos in the album.

Stephanie was still in shock. Suddenly rethinking her entire relationship with Tim. Horror reaching her eyes as she struggled to think of anytime the man was creepy and showing this aspect of himself.

Or was it just with you?

"Steph, you don't think...? Dick read her mind. His serious face led her to think even harder. Looking around the room to find that you were just as much of a freak as Tim.

Match made in hell, Jason thought as he closed the photo album.

"I can't think of anytime he did something like this. No creepy moments or even notes like this...I think..." Stephanie looked at the a picture that on the desk. A photo of you and Tim smiling and looking at each other in a way that Stephanie never had.

Something deeper and deeply held. Love between the two of you was something deeper, and not at all surface level or middle ground. Call it mania in terms of Greek love languages.

"They're both doing it to each other, and know about it." Jason completed her sentence. "I knew Tim was a little freak but not like this, or even his own partner." Taking the letters away and reading them over.

"Jesus." He cursed under his breath. "Little creep, and it seems [ ] isn't bothered by it."

Dick thought deeply, "Tim is aware that this is wrong...? But is it wrong when they're both doing it?"

"If they are?" Jason raised a brow with eyes full of scrutiny at the letters.

"I think so." Stephanie thought hard to herself. Hands to her chest when she clearly remembered her relationship with Tim when they were younger. He was seen as normal in her eyes, and was sweet.

Never was Tim so...creepy like this. Her mind blaring with the knowledge of knowing Tim found out about Bruce's identity at the age of 12. Knowing Nightwing was Robin, and that he was Dick Grayson.

Tim was capable of being this. What made it more clear is that he was keeping it on the down low.

And now you existed in his life. A person that no doubt held the same experiences, and you're behavior was similar to Tim in a way. The ability to love in you're own special way, even if it was strange and rather disturbing.

"Tim is happy? Isn't he?" Stephanie asked looking at Dick and Jason. The men having expressions she really couldn't decipher.

"He seems happy." Dick mumbled. Again looking at that picture frame. A smile on his younger brother's face, and eyes looking at you in a way he's never seen before. Bit of the same way he looks at Kori. "I think so...even if this way of expressing it...?"

"Then I don't think anything is wrong, even if this is rather disturbing. Even if Tim is hiding cameras, watching them, and doing these letters. Tracking [ ] too. Even [ ] on the other hand stealing his things and taking pictures. Keeping these notes." Stephanie smiled as her eyes moved to the camera.

No doubt in her mind of what she deciphered.

"Let's go. We'll face him when he gets home."

"We're really gonna pass over this?!" Jason retaliated. Stephanie patted his shoulder.

"What I'm getting is that is something the two of them share and unique to them. It's certainly strange to us, but to them, all this stalking and threatening its a mutual thing between them." Stephanie concluded.

"Nothing we need to intrude on just yet."

"Welp looks like you were right dearest." Tim, like the devil he was laughed brightly. Turning of his phone to show Steph and his older brothers in your bedroom and leaving.

You watched the three conversate.

Stephanie's horrified expression, and then that solemn yet understanding look.

"Is it true? You weren't able to express all of this when with her?" You pointed to Stephanie. Yes, of course you were jealous of the blonde in some capacity. She had you're beloved first, and call you bloodthirsty but the thought of anyone with him made your blood boil.

Tim huffed and sighed, "Yeah. She was normal girl for the most part. I mean I practically stalked B, so..." He whispered. Stuffing his mouth with some well-done steak.

"And it is you that I'm allowed to be my true self, [ ]." His thumb caressed your chin. Wiping away sauce from your lips. "My one and only who's accepted my strange ways."

You laughed darkly, "I hope so. I wonder if one day I won't be so harmless anymore, especially if you ever leave." Dangerously you're hand rested on the knife that was used to cut your own steak.

"Never my dear. But maybe we can explore that fantasy else where." Tim teased. His own glinting in the yellow light above you both.

"In bed I presume?" Blood from a medium done steak bled out. You're knife expertly slicing through. Glaring eyes that didn't move away from Tim as you did so.

"Perhaps. May have to sneak into the mansion for that and avoid conversations, but we always have you're bed my dear."

"I'd like that. I would also like to avoid a conversation. We both know how we love is extremely different and less strange." You're cheek puffed out as you chewed. Tim laughed lightly.

"I love that we're strange. My entire family is strange, and this isn't as bad as the Joker being, well, the Joker." He scoffed at the words of the clown. You only laughed before sipping you're drink.

"You got that. It's not everyday you see a couple mutually stalking each other."

"It's a mutual thing for us, isn't it dear?"

#dc x reader #yandere reader #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #yandere tim drake #yandere x reader #sfw #red robin x reader #gn reader #stalker tim drake #stalker reader #freaks the two of you lol

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nonamenonamenon · 2 months ago

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book 6 spoilers utc

To Idia Shroud, you're practically a constant in his life, around him almost just as much as Ortho is.

He doesn't know how this happened, nor does he remember how a gloomy introvert like him managed to meet a person like you, but he's glad it did. There's something about the soft blue glow of the computer's light reflecting on your face that makes him reminisce, that makes him stare and get lost in his thoughts.

If you told Idia years ago that he had a friend (debatable) over in his room to hang out, watching anime with him, and cuddling under a blanket with him, he'd have called you ridiculous.

You laugh about a stupid gag in the anime you're watching with him. Idia hasn't been watching for the past 5 minutes, and wants to freak out at how close the two of you are. Before he knew it, you two had gotten this comfortable with each other.

You snuck your way inside his life, inside his little bubble wherein he wallowed and hated himself, and you loved him. Bit by bit, you chipped through the walls that he'd built up for years, crashing down at the slightest prodding by you.

There's no end to the amount of good that Idia sees in you. Some could call him obsessed, or just blind to any of your faults, but in Idia's eyes? You don't have any. Either way, every bit of you is good in his eyes, just like how you see him.

You care for him. You play games with him and indulge him in his interests. You remind him to eat, to sleep, and to take care of himself when things feel too rough. You share the things you love with him, and he's always the first to know whenever anything happens. You loved Ortho, too. You treat him like he's your own younger brother, and Ortho loves you just as much. He remembers when you almost cried out of joy when he told you that Ortho'd be enrolling in NRC as a student.

Idia never thought he craved to be loved this badly. He feels sorta pathetic about it sometimes. He thinks it's kinda lame of him that he got attached so easily to you, and hid the attachment at first in order to avoid being hurt.

He always thought you'd leave him one day.

He's not used to someone sticking around this long, and not getting sick of him, no less. Idia thought, whether it was because of his family's circumstances, something else, or because he thought you'd eventually realize that he's just some annoying loser who can't talk to people without hiding behind a screen, you'd leave him eventually.

Well, here you are, three years later. He's overshared to you about each and every single aspect of his life and past, and you've done the same to him as well. You're all too aware of what a wreck his life is, and the curse upon him, about Ortho, about his old, deluded fantasies of getting to choose his own fate.

You loved him even after he overblotted and crashed out in front of everyone (he's still embarrassed about that, by the way,) and you even took care of him after it.

Even after all of that, you're still here. Without complaint. Without any judgement of what he acts like, or who he is.

To Idia, there's never a more surreal feeling than realizing you're loved. Well, he's only experiencing it now, but it's still jarring. He knows Ortho loves him. And he knows that his family, though annoying at times, loves him too. But people outside of it? No way. There's nobody who'd look at him in a crowd of people and go, "I want this one!" Yet, here you are. Someone who'd do just that.

Idia usually doesn't like losing, or being wrong. Especially when he's believed something so wholeheartedly his entire life. But, now?

He doesn't really mind being proven wrong, just this once.

#idia shroud #im ill about him #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #twst x reader #ortho shroud #idia shroud twst #google show me this guy's dick and balls please #twisted wonderland

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womenhoops · 3 months ago

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AAU GAME

word count: 5.2k

paige x azzi (pazzi as teenagers)

inspo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKYqMjAf6nk

"Az, did you see we're playing against each other?" Paige's voice came through the phone, trying too hard to sound casual.

Azzi's grin flashed bright on screen. "I did, P... My mom was just telling me." She leaned closer, the camera distorting her face slightly. "Think we're even gonna be in the same hotel." A beat. Then that smirk - the one that made Paige's stomach do backflips. "Maybe you can sneak into my room... if you want. We can finally watch that movie you've been begging me to watch - something Street? No, wait—"

"Mean Streets," Paige corrected automatically, while her brain blue-screened. Because Azzi - sweet, oblivious Azzi - had missed the nuclear-level double meaning entirely. The air between them crackled suddenly, thick with possibilities Paige shouldn't be considering about her best friend. Her younger-by-a-year best friend. The one she'd be alone with. In a room. With a bed. HER AND AZZI ALONE WITH A BED.

God.

And just like that, Paige was gone - lost in a mental highlight reel of all the ways this could go catastrophically wrong or maybe right.

The truth was, Paige didn't know what to do with these feelings Because Azzi wasn't just Azzi anymore. She was Azzi-who-bit-her-lip-when-concentrating during their hour long FaceTimes. Azzi-who-still-smelled-like-vanilla-shampoo-even-after-double-OT. Azzi-who-Paige-had-seen-grow-from-a-scrawny-freshman-into-this... this... what was she? A confused senior? A kinda influencer?

"...Paigey? Why're you blushing?"

"I—what? I'm not—" Paige's hands flew to her cheeks like they'd betrayed her. The heat could've powered a small city. "It's just. My AC's broken. Swear."

"Uh-huh." Azzi's eyebrow arched, her grin turning wicked. "Sure. You're such a dork. You excited to see me?”

Paige wanted to die. Or kiss her. Maybe both. Because she was dying to see her.

—

FLASHBACK

Meanwhile, Azzi remained blissfully unaware - not from lack of interest, but because her brain processed romance like an old computer. Glitchy. With frequent crashes. VERY FREQUENT CRASHES. Part of it was fear - she'd seen enough rom-coms to know hearts didn't break cleanly. The other part? Boys. Specifically, her complete inability to understand their appeal, despite being sixteen and surrounded by friends who'd apparently all received some secret puberty manual she'd missed. They were so advanced in everything already and she had never even kissed anyone.

"Maybe I'm just a late bloomer," she'd tell herself while watching teammates giggle over some guy's biceps. Then she'd blink at said biceps like they were a particularly confusing math problem.

The real breakthrough came last summer during training with Paige. Paige's childhood friend Jalen had tagged along - all floppy hair and misplaced confidence - and spent two hours "helping" her by:

Calling every play wrong

"Accidentally" brushing against Azzi

Telling jokes that landed with the grace of a paraplegic giraffe

But, he was not funny at all. Yet, he was important for Paige, so Azzi, as the princess she was, did her best to laugh at all of them, which apparently made Paige even more mad.

"Stop laughing at his shitty jokes," she'd hissed during a water break, grip white-knuckled on her bottle.

Azzi blinked. "But he's your friend?"

"That doesn't make him funny." Paige's glare could have melted steel. "Or subtle. Jesus Christ, the way he's touching you—"

The realization hit Azzi like a poorly set screen, did Paige think she was flirting him? And also, why did Paige's irritation sent an inexplicable thrill through her? The possibility lodged in Azzi's throat. She replayed the last hour: Jalen's dumb jokes (laughing had been polite, right?), his "accidental" touches (she'd sidestepped most of them), Paige's increasingly murderous glares (which, for some reason, made Azzi's stomach flutter).

Before she could untangle this, Jalen—blessedly oblivious to the thermonuclear tension—leaned against the baseline with his signature smirk. "Hey Az, since we're all hanging out..." A pause for effect. "Wanna come by my place later? We could grab dinner."

The gym went preternaturally quiet. Azzi watched, fascinated, as her best friend's face cycled through emotions like a slot machine: shock, fury, something dangerously close to betrayal—before settling on terrifying calm.

"Wow," Paige said to the ceiling. "What a great idea."

Azzi, still mentally stuck on why Paige's irritation thrilled her more than any compliment ever could, defaulted to autopilot. "Yeah, I'd love that!" She brightened. "Paige said you have sisters, right? I'm dying to meet them!" She turned to Paige, blissfully unaware of the storm clouds gathering. "What do you think? Can we go?"

Paige's smile could've frozen hell over. "Oh, we're going now?"

Jalen blinked. "I meant just Az—"

"Perfect." Paige snatched her water bottle with enough force to crack the plastic. "Text me the address, Jalen." The name came out like a curse. "Wouldn't want Azzi getting lost on the way." It was funny because she had been there multiple times already.

As Jalen rattled off his address, Azzi watched Paige’s fingers tap out a furious rhythm against her thigh.

END OF FLASHBACK

—

The Moment Hung Between Them - that seismic "Oh" stretching like the final second on a shot clock. Then Azzi's grin returned, brighter than a backboard's reflection, and just like that—

"Mean Streets," Azzi barreled on, all easy confidence again. "That's the Scorsese one, right? With the—"

"—walking into the bar scene set to 'Be My Baby,' yes," Paige finished automatically, relief flooding her veins. They slipped back into their rhythm like well-worn sneakers, debating whether De Niro's Johnny Boy was charismatic or just chaotic (Azzi's take: "He's literally you when the Pop-Tarts run out at breakfast").

Paige knew the truth, though. The moment she hit play, Azzi would be unconscious within twenty minutes. She always was—ever since their first sleepover when fourteen-year-old Azzi had snored through The Godfather, head lolling against Paige's shoulder, warm breath tickling her collarbone...

"Okay, itinerary time." Azzi clapped, snapping Paige back. "Two weeks out—priority one is snacks. I'm thinking—"

"—Sour Patch Kids and those weird peanut butter crackers you hoard like a squirrel," Paige interjected.

"Damn right, P. And we're smuggling in Dr Pepper even if the hotel charges eighteen dollars a can."

"Obviously. What are we, animals?"

They volleyed plans back and forth—practice schedules (sneaking in extra 1v1s), meal strategies (room service pancakes at 2am), even contingency plans for when Azzi inevitably locked herself out of her room ("Text me before calling maintenance this time, bighead’).

But beneath the familiar banter, something new thrummed between them—a charge Paige couldn't ignore. Not when Azzi bit her lip while scrolling their shared notes app, not when she laughed so hard she snorted at Paige's impression of their coach. Not when she said "Our room" instead of "My room" and neither of them corrected it.

——

Paige’s AAU team had arrived in the city two days before Azzi’s, giving her plenty of time to prepare—not just for the game, but for something far more important. She knew they had one free night before flying home, and she was determined to make it special.

Exploring the city had been fun, but her mind kept drifting back to dinner plans. She wanted to take Azzi somewhere nice, just the two of them—no teammates, no coaches, just good food and easy conversation. But first she needed to make sure she would not get Azzi in trouble with her parents.

Paige knew how protective they were, especially when it came to Azzi. She was their princess. She didn’t want to overstep, but she also didn’t want to miss this chance. So, after pacing her hotel room for way too long, she finally picked up her phone and drafted a message to Katie, Azzi’s mom.

Her first attempt was… not great.

Hi, Ms. Fudd, this is Paige (just making sure yk ;} ), but I was talking to Azzi and she told me we have a free dinner prior to going back home and I was wondering if I could take her out.

NO. THAT IS DUMB.

Paige groaned, flopping back onto her bed. Take her out? That made it sound like a date, and it wasn’t a date. They were just friends. Best friends. Nothing more.

She deleted the message and tried again.

Hi, Ms. Fudd, this is Paige. I was wondering if me and Azzi could grab dinner after the last game?

Still not right. Too casual? Too vague? She chewed her lip, debating whether to add more or just send it before she overthought it even more.

Finally, she settled on:

Hi, Ms. Fudd! It’s Paige—just wanted to check in and see if it’d be okay for Azzi and me to get dinner together after our last game? There’s a really nice place near the hotel, and I thought it’d be fun to hang out before we head home. Of course, only if you’re comfortable with it!

She held her breath and hit send before she could second-guess herself again. A few agonizing minutes later, her phone buzzed.

Hi, Paige! Of course, I know who you are LOL. Did you forget you spent a month in my house over the summer? That sounds like a lovely idea. Just make sure Azzi has her phone on her.

The plan was already in motion.

Paige sat in the locker room, scrolling through her phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Her leg bounced impatiently—she was trying to focus, to get into game mode, but her mind kept drifting to one thing: Azzi.

Her best friend was supposed to be halfway across the country right now, buried in her own season, her own games. But if everything had gone according to plan… Azzi should be landing any minute now.

Paige bit her lip, fighting back a grin. She had to play it cool. Azzi had no idea.

Just to be sure, she shot off a quick text:

Paige: Hi Azz, just making sure you got to the airport alright… u good?

The response came almost instantly.

Azzi: Yeah, I’m good. No worries. What time is your game today?

Paige’s smirk widened. Gotcha.

Paige: Why? Gonna cheer for me? Scream my name?

She could practically see Azzi rolling her eyes through the screen.

Azzi: You wish, Paigey. You wish. - And to be fair, Paige mind was so excited for the dinner she planned that she did not even think about the double meaning in her words.

Paige laughed under her breath, shaking her head as she read Azzi’s latest text. Oh, just you wait.

Meanwhile, at the Airport…

Azzi adjusted her hoodie, keeping her head low as she weaved through the terminal. Her phone buzzed again—another message from Paige. She bit her lip to stifle a grin. This was gonna be good.

Her flight had landed early, and now she was just waiting for her ride. The plan was simple: sneak into the arena, blend into the crowd, and then—BAM—surprise Paige mid-game.

Her phone lit up again.

Paige: So you’re definitely NOT coming to my game, right?

Azzi smirked, typing back with exaggerated casualness.

Azzi: Nope. Super busy. Got my own stuff to worry about.

Paige: Cool, cool. Just checking.

Azzi could practically hear the skepticism dripping from Paige’s words. Good. The more Paige doubted, the sweeter the surprise would be.

She slipped onto the team bus, heart pounding like it was the fourth quarter of a tied game.

Paige stepped onto the court, her eyes flicking to the stands out of habit. No sign of Azzi.

Yet.

She forced herself to lock in. First quarter was strong—she drained a three from the wing, then threaded a no-look pass to her teammate for an easy layup. The crowd erupted, but her mind was elsewhere.

Where was she? She was suppose to be here because her flight had arrived (Paige of course was tracking that!)

Then, midway through the second quarter, she saw it.

A familiar face in the third row, half-hidden under a snapback, grinning like she’d just pulled off the heist of the century.

Azzi.

Paige froze mid-dribble, nearly losing the ball. No. Way.

Azzi waved, her smirk widening as Paige’s jaw practically hit the court.

Game on.

Paige recovered just in time, firing a laser pass to the corner for another three. But her focus was shot. Every time she sprinted down the court, she caught Azzi’s eye—mocking, triumphant, alive. By the fourth quarter, Paige’s team had sealed the win, but all she could think about was the showdown waiting for her off the court.

Her best friend that she had not seen in a couple of months.

——————

Paige pushed through the locker room doors, still buzzing with adrenaline, and there she was—leaning against the wall like she owned the place.

“You’re dead.”

Azzi pushed off the wall, grinning. “Had to see the look on your face.”

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight her own smile. “You almost made me turn it over.”

“Almost?” Azzi raised an eyebrow. “I saw that fumble.”

Paige shoved her shoulder, laughing. “Whatever. You just wanted an excuse to watch me dominate.”

Azzi’s grin turned sharp. “Nah. I’m scouting.” She leaned in, voice dropping to a challenge. “Because when my team wins tomorrow—which we will—you’re gonna see me across the court. And you’re guarding me.”

Paige’s eyes flashed. “Oh, it’s like that?”

“It’s exactly like that. We all know that I am just the better player”

Paige held her stare for a beat, then broke into a slow smile. “Bet.”

Azzi mirrored it. “Bet.”

And then, Paige broke the distance.

She yanked Azzi into a hug so tight, the air rushed from Azzi’s lungs in a startled oof. For a second, Azzi just stood there, stiff—before melting into it, her laughter muffled against Paige’s shoulder.

Paige squeezed harder. “You’re such a liar.”

Azzi wheezed, patting her back. “Okay, okay—dying—”. But she did not pull back at all.

Paige finally let go, but only far enough to grip Azzi’s shoulders, her eyes blazing. “You knew I’d see you.”

Azzi smirked. “And you knew I’d come.”

Paige rolled her eyes, but her grin gave her away. “Whatever. You just wanted to psych me out.”

“Did it work?”

Paige scoffed, but the flush on her cheeks was answer enough.

Azzi’s smirk softened, just for a second. “Good game, by the way.”

Paige tilted her head. “You saying that before yours tomorrow? Bold.”

Azzi shrugged. “I’m not worried.”

“Oh?” Paige stepped back, crossing her arms. “So when you win—”

“When,” Azzi confirmed.

“—you really think you can guard me?”

Azzi matched her stance. “I know I can. It is you that should be worried about that, Paigey”

The air between them crackled—half challenge, half something neither would name.

Paige’s smile turned dangerous. “Guess we’ll find out.”

Azzi held her stare. “Guess we will.”

——————

The next day, Paige was at Azzi’s game.

She sat in the stands, hood pulled low, but her eyes never left the court. Azzi was dominating—slicing through defenses, pulling up from stupid range, and making it look effortless. If Azzi asked why Paige was staring so hard, she’d say she was scouting.

But the truth? Azzi was mesmerizing.

To start, she was clearly the best player on her team—by miles. Her teammates were all borderline 18, and Azzi had just turned sixteen. By halftime, she’d have had 25 assists if they could actually finish her passes. Paige remembered how easy it was playing with her at Team USA—the chemistry, the unspoken reads, the way Azzi always knew where she’d pass her the ball. They were the best backcourt in the nation.

Now, watching Azzi’s teammates fumble her perfect feeds? How they did not see THE AZZI FUDD wide open on the wing? It made her low-key furious.

They didn’t deserve her.

But to be fair, Paige wasn’t even looking at the other players. Just Azzi.

And, to be even fairer—so was everyone else.

A group of guys in front of her kept leaning forward, whispering loud enough for Paige to catch every word:

“Her shot is unreal.”

“Look at her handles—how is she that quick?”

“Those dimples, man…”

Paige’s grip tightened on her water bottle. That was her best friend, and those guys seemed like dirty or something.

Then the comments took a turn.

“I heard she’s single.”

“No way. She is legit so hot. Have you seen her ass”

“You think she’d say yes if—”

“She’d say no.”

The words were out before Paige could stop them. The guys twisted around, blinking at her.

One smirked. “You know her or something?”

Paige held his gaze, voice icy. “Yeah. I do.”

One of the guys smirked, twisting fully in his seat to face Paige. "Oh cool, you think you could give her my number? Or, y’know… give me hers?"

The air around Paige went cold.

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to something low and dangerous. "Yeah. Not happening."

The guy blinked. "Damn, okay—"

"Ever." Paige cut in, her stare unwavering.

Something in her tone—the razor-edge protectiveness, the claim in it—must’ve registered. The guys exchanged glances, then slowly turned back around, muttering under their breaths.

But as Paige slumped back in her seat, a sudden wave of confusion hit her. Why had she reacted like that?

Azzi wasn’t hers to protect. Not like that. They were best friends—teammates, rivals, partners in crime. That was all.

Right?

On the court, the whistle blew. Azzi caught the inbound pass, took two dribbles, and launched from three steps behind the arc.

Swish.

The crowd erupted. Azzi backpedaled, her grin lighting up the arena—and then, like she knew, her eyes locked onto Paige’s section. A smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

Just for her.

Paige’s stomach flipped. Her chest tightened. That look—the way Azzi’s eyes sparkled when they met hers, the way her smile softened just for Paige—it sent a jolt through her that she couldn’t explain.

Damn it.

Because that wasn’t just pride in her best friend. That wasn’t just admiration for a fellow player.

That was something else entirely.

And that? That was terrifying.

————————

Paige waited until the arena cleared out, until she and her teammates had grab dinner, until she was sure no one else would be around to witness this.

Then she knocked on Azzi’s hotel room door.

It swung open, revealing Azzi in sweats, her hair still damp from the shower. She blinked. “Paige?”

Paige strode past her into the room, arms crossed. “Those guys in the front row were trying to ask you out.”

Azzi’s brows shot up. She shut the door slowly. “...Okay?”

“You didn’t notice?”

“I mean, I don’t really pay attention to—”

“They were leaning over the railing,” Paige cut in, pacing now. “Talking about your dimples. And about your ass.”

Azzi’s lips twitched. “You memorized their commentary?”

Paige whirled on her. “I was right behind them, Azzi. They were being gross.”

Azzi tilted her head, studying Paige’s face—the tight jaw, the way her fingers kept flexing like she was itching to steal a ball. A slow smirk spread across her face.

“Wait.” She took a step closer. “Are you mad?”

Paige scoffed. “I’m not mad—”

“You’re definitely mad.”

“I’m annoyed,” Paige corrected, jabbing a finger at her. “Because you were out there dropping 40 on a bunch of high schoolers like it’s nothing, and meanwhile, randos are treating you like—like—”

“Like what?” Azzi challenged, stepping even closer.

Paige’s breath hitched. Azzi smelled like her stupid vanilla shampoo, and her eyes were all lit up with that I-know-something-you-don’t gleam.

Damn it.

“Like you’re not the best goddamn player in the gym,” Paige muttered.

Azzi blinked. Then she burst out laughing.

“Oh my God.” She wiped her eyes. “You’re jealous.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” Azzi grinned, poking Paige’s chest. “You didn’t like them looking at me.”

Paige swatted her hand away. “I didn’t like them wasting your time.”

“Mhmm.” Azzi’s voice dropped, teasing. “So if I had said yes to one of them…?”

Paige’s eyes flashed. “You wouldn’t.”

Azzi held her gaze, the air between them suddenly charged. “Why not?”

Paige opened her mouth—to say what?—when Azzi’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.

They both glanced at it.

A text notification lit up the screen:

Unknown Number: Hey, it’s Jason from the game. Wanna grab food?

Paige’s entire body went rigid.

Azzi bit her lip, she had given Jason her number because she seemed nice. “I forgot to tell you about that”

Paige snatched the phone, thumbs flying as she typed:

Azzi’s Phone: Nah. I only let real shooters take me out.

She hit send and tossed the phone onto the bed.

Azzi gasped, laughing. “You did not just—”

“Problem solved,” Paige said, smug.

Azzi shook her head, but her cheeks were pink. “You’re insane. Get out”

Azzi was actually mad. Paige could go around kissing girls and all, but she could not have one date with a nice guy?

Paige went still.

Shit. Was Azzi actually mad?

The playful glint in Paige’s eyes flickered, replaced by something uncertain. “You… gave him your number?”

Azzi folded her arms, suddenly defensive. “Yeah. And? You go around kissing girls at parties like it’s nothing, but I can’t have one date?”

Paige’s expression shuttered. “That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because—” Paige cut herself off, frustration flashing across her face. “You know what? Forget it.” She turned toward the door.

Azzi’s chest tightened. This wasn’t how she wanted this to go. “Paige—”

But the door clicked shut behind her.

Silence.

Azzi stared at her hands, guilt twisting inside her. She hadn’t meant to snap. But Paige had this way of pushing her buttons—of making everything feel like a game Azzi didn’t know the rules to.

A knock.

The door creaked open before she could respond, and Paige stepped back in, shoulders tense. “Okay. I’m sorry.” The words came out rough, like she wasn’t used to saying them.

Azzi blinked. An apology? From Paige Bueckers?

“But,” Paige continued, dragging a hand through her hair, “you’re right. It’s hypocritical. I just—” She exhaled sharply. “Jason’s a scrub. You deserve better.”

Azzi snorted despite herself. “That’s your apology? ‘Jason’s a scrub’?”

Paige’s lips quirked. “I’m workshopping it.”

The tension between them eased, but Azzi’s chest still felt tight. She picked at the hem of her shirt. “It’s not even about him. It’s just… you make it look so easy. The flirting, the kissing, all of it.”

Paige tilted her head. “Wait. Are you saying you’ve never…?”

Azzi’s face burned. “I’m a sophomore, Paige. And my whole team is, like, stupidly experienced. Maya’s had three boyfriends, and Liv’s already you know—” She cut herself off, mortified. “God, forget it.”

Paige sat down beside her, close enough that their knees brushed. “Hey. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Easy for you to say,” Azzi muttered. “You’ve probably kissed so many girls and like everyone loves you.”

Paige laughed, but it was softer now. “It’s not a competition, Az. And most of those ‘kisses’ were dumb dares or people trying to prove something. And like even tough I have kissed some girls like it never got serious” She hesitated, then nudged Azzi’s shoulder. “First times are supposed to be… I dunno. Not like that. I have not had mine either if it makes you feel better”

Azzi peeked at her. “Then what are they supposed to be like?”

Paige held her gaze, and for once, there was no smirk, no teasing—just something quiet and real. “With someone who actually matters.”

The air between them shifted.

Azzi’s breath caught. Paige was close, and her mind was going a million time for hour.

Then Paige leaned back, breaking the moment with a grin. “But seriously, if your first kiss is with this Jason guy, I’m disowning you.”

Azzi shoved her, laughing. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet,” Paige said, bumping their shoulders together again, “you keep me around.”

“But I mean it az, your first kiss should be special. Actually, scratch that, you are so special, so everything you do should be special”

“You are only saying that because you are my best friend” Azzi said, rolling her eyes—but her heart thumped unevenly when Paige didn’t laugh.

Paige’s smirk faded into something quieter. “Nah. I’m saying it ‘cause it’s true.” She flopped onto Azzi’s bed, staring at the ceiling. “And ‘cause my first kiss was so not special, I’m basically an expert on what not to do.”

Azzi’s curiosity flared. Paige never talked about this stuff seriously. She crawled onto the bed beside her, propping herself up on one elbow. “…Okay, now you have to tell me.”

Paige groaned. “Ugh, fine. But you cannot laugh.”

“Zero promises, Paigey”

Paige flicked her forehead. “Eight grade. Skate park behind the 7-Eleven. This guy, Derek Pelinski—”

“Derek Pelinski?” Azzi wheezed. Not sure if the. Fact that it was a guy or the fact that that was the funniest name ever.

“I said don’t laugh!” Paige shoved her, but she was grinning now. “Anyway, he dared me to kiss him while his friends watched. Tasted like nacho cheese and bad decisions.”

Azzi wrinkled her nose. “That’s… tragically unromantic.”

“Right?” Paige sighed dramatically. “And then he immediately tried to feel me up, so I kneed him in the—”

“Paige!” Azzi gasped, equal parts horrified and delighted.

“What?” Paige shrugged, unrepentant. “Dude learned a valuable lesson about consent.” Her voice softened. “Point is… you deserve better.”

Azzi swallowed. Paige was looking at her like—like she was precious. It made her skin feel too tight. “So, what? I should just… wait for some magical moment?”

Paige’s gaze dropped to Azzi’s mouth, just for a second. “Nah. Just someone who actually sees you.” She cleared her throat and sat up abruptly. “Anyway. Now that you’ve heard my trauma, you owe me ice cream.”

Azzi’s pulse hadn’t slowed. “You’re such a dork,” she muttered, but she let Paige drag her up, their fingers tangled just a beat too long before pulling apart.

"That doesn’t count," Azzi said, swatting Paige’s arm. "You were, like, twelve. And also—" She hesitated, then smirked. "You’re gay, Paige. A boy kissing you at a skate park is not your real first kiss."

Paige’s eyebrows shot up. "Excuse you, I was bi-curious in seventh grade—"

“Sure, P.” Azzi rolled onto her stomach, grinning.

Paige groaned, throwing an arm over her face. "Ugh, fine. But my actual first kiss with a girl wasn’t much better."

Azzi's breath caught. This was uncharted territory—Paige never volunteered these stories. She nudged her knee gently, voice softening. "You've actually never told me about it. You sure you want to now?"

The care in Azzi's question made Paige's chest tighten. She peeked out from under her arm, the usual mischief in her eyes tempered by something warmer. "Why? You taking notes for your big moment?"

"Shut up," Azzi muttered, cheeks flushing. She tugged at a loose thread on Paige's comforter. "Just... if you want to tell me."

Paige sat up, the mattress dipping between them. "Fine. Softomre year. Party at Jess Marino's house." She picked at her nail. "Taylor Nguyen—"

"Taylor?" Azzi's head snapped up. "As in, soccer varsity captain Taylor? The one who—" Her voice caught. The mental image flashed unbidden: Taylor with her confident smile and toned arms, the way she'd dominated every game with effortless grace. Azzi suddenly became hyper-aware of her own knobby knees and the baby fat still rounding her cheeks.

"The very one," Paige said, a hint of that old pride in her voice that made Azzi's stomach twist. "Anyway, we kissed, and she assumed I was... experienced." A dry laugh. "Pulled me into a bedroom, kept moving my hands to you know and she wanted to go all the way“

Azzi's hands balled into fists, her nails biting into her palms. "That's bullshit." Her voice dropped to something dangerous. "Did she even ask if you were comfortable with that? Did she force herself?”

Paige blinked, thrown by the venom in Azzi's tone. Since when did shy, sweet Azzi get like this? "I—"

"Because if she didn't," Azzi barreled on, eyes blazing like lit coals, "then she didn't deserve to touch you at all." The words tore out of her with a violence that shocked them both, raw and fierce like a gut-punch confession.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Paige's lips parted slightly, her usual arsenal of witty comebacks failing her for the first time since Azzi had known her. Azzi was close now—dangerously close—close enough that Paige could see the faint scar above her eyebrow from that childhood bike accident, could track the frantic jump of her pulse in the delicate hollow of her throat. The air between them hummed with electricity, thick with the promise of summer lightning.

Azzi's breath caught when she realized Paige's knee had slotted between hers, that her own fingers had somehow tangled in the hem of Paige's tank top. The pad of Paige's thumb drew slow circles on her inner wrist, each touch sending sparks up her arm.

Then Paige's smirk returned, that infuriating armor clicking into place. "Careful, Az." Her voice dropped to that low register that always made Azzi's stomach flip—smoke and honey and something distinctly Paige. "Starting to think you've got a vested interest here."

The spell shattered. Azzi shoved at her shoulders, but her traitorous hands fisted in the fabric of Paige's shirt instead of pushing away. "I'm serious," she whispered, voice cracking. "You're..." Her throat worked around the sudden tightness. "You're Paige. You should've gotten slow dances in gymnasiums and stupid poetry tucked in your locker and—" Her breath hitched. "—and someone who came undone just brushing your fingers."

The words hung between them, too honest, too vulnerable, hanging in the charged air like the last note of a love song.

Paige went statue-still. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely more than a whisper. "Yeah?" Her fingers traced the delicate bones of Azzi's wrist like she was memorizing them. "And what should you get, Azzi Fudd?"

The way she said it—like a sacred vow wrapped in teasing—sent liquid heat pooling in Azzi's stomach. Their noses brushed. Azzi could taste the spearmint gum Paige always chewed, could smell the coconut shampoo she'd borrowed last week still lingering in her hair. Some distant, rational part of her brain screamed that this was the point of no return—close enough to count eyelashes, to feel shared breath, to—

HONK!

A car alarm shattered the moment, sending them springing apart like they'd been burned.

Paige practically vaulted to the other side of the bed, suddenly engrossed in examining a loose thread on Azzi's comforter as if it held the secrets of the universe. "So." She cleared her throat twice, voice unnaturally high. "Ice cream?"

Azzi pressed her burning face into her hands, her lips tingling with the ghost of something that hadn't happened. "Yeah," she mumbled through her fingers, voice thick. "Ice cream."

But neither moved. Neither breathed.

Hours later, after they grabbed their ice cream which Azzi insisted on paying, Paige lay staring at her ceiling, her stomach in knots. The memory of Azzi's fierce protectiveness played on loop behind her eyelids—how her eyes had darkened with something primal when talking about Taylor, how her hands had trembled against Paige's skin. She pressed her palms to her burning face. Christ, Azzi was so... Azzi. All wide-eyed innocence and unexpected fire, with no idea what she did to Paige. And that kiss—her first kiss—it should be perfect. Soft and sweet and everything Paige would die to give her.

As best friends, obviously.

Just best friends wanting other best friends to have nice things.

Totally normal best friend behavior.

Across the hall, Azzi paced her room like a caged animal, her phone glowing with Taylor Nguyen's Instagram profile. She zoomed in on a picture of Taylor laughing with her new college teammates, her perfect white teeth gleaming. A growl rose unbidden in Azzi's throat. How dare she? How dare she treat Paige like some experiment, like she wasn't the most brilliant, infuriating, beautiful person Azzi had ever—

She threw her phone across the room.

Tomorrow, she'd be normal. Tomorrow, they'd go back to easy banter and stolen energy drinks.

But tonight—tonight she'd let herself imagine Taylor's perfect face meeting her fist.

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httpsserene · 3 months ago

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Can I get the one from the kink list role play with Ocon, Alonso, Norris, Stroll and Gasly

🧽🪣 would you like a complimentary car wash? — send me any five (5) drivers and one (1) kink from this list, and i will rank the drivers in order of who i think is most to least likely to participate/avoid, or love/hate that kink !!! each driver will have a small blurb written xxx

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. ngl when i saw this request come in i was like “fuck, i have no idea what to write for this.” but now, you can definitely tell that my keyboard starting smoking on some of these blurbs. happy 3k🩷 love !

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𝐦𝐭𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 fem!bipoc!reader x ln.4 | pg. 10 | fa. 14 | ls. 18 | eo. 31. cw under the cut.

humor? is that a cw? pierre is rp-ing johnny sins. was gonna have lando's include him dressing up in a maid dress, but it ended up going a veryyyy diff way...

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pierre takes to role-play like a fish does to water. he’s your masseuse, giving you a deep tissue massage, and you struggle to keep yourself quiet while the lingering, wandering press of his fingers seduces you into letting him stretch your tightest muscles. he’s the plumber you called to fix the leak underneath your kitchen sink, and instead of money as payment for his services, you spread your legs for him to leave something leaking out of you. don’t look too deep into these scenes; you might notice that in all of them, you two aren’t dating—you’re strangers to each other.

post-race, lando’s alone in his hotel room sporting a half-chub before the webcam is even turned on. the image of you—wearing nothing but his hoodie and lingerie—washed in the blue light of the computer screen shakes as you set up the best angle for his viewing pleasure. you’re airy, shallow breaths are picked up through the microphone of your wired headphones, sounding pixelated from the terrible quality. lando’s camera will remain off the entire time; the only way he’ll interact with you is through the text chat as a faceless viewer. you greet lando as if he’s a frequent watcher, a fan—not your man—and you explain tonight’s show as your hand slides underneath the hoodie to fondle your nipples. however, the true power lies in lando’s hands. you’re persuaded to do what he asks of you, though it’s not what you decided on, since he’s sending you a pretty amount of money that increases with each of his requests. his messages are riddled with more typos than usual as he struggles to type with one hand—and his orgasm is so delicious that it leaves him craving for another taste. lando will have his full feast when he returns home for proper victory sex.

fernando admits that he’s a deeply unserious man, which is probably why role-playing is hit or miss with him. he has to be in the right mindset, or he will not immerse into the scene and break with laughter. there’s a higher chance of success when he’s playing a role of authority over you. you’ve left him no choice but to bend you over his lap when you walk into his office wearing a tight skirt—one that’s against company dress code, specified in the employee handbook he watched you read before you accepted the position as his assistant. fernando’s going to fuck you into his desk so roughly that you’ll have the wood-grain of it imprinted into your thighs. you’ll be forced to wear longer skirts or slacks to cover the bruises, unless you want the entire office to know that you’re a slut. hopefully, that teaches you the importance of respecting the dress code.

esteban would never be into role-play, or so he thought he wouldn’t ever be. he was proven wrong last halloween. the two of you decided (he begged, actually) to do a couples costume as spider-man and mj. it’s just that esteban didn’t expect for you to pretend that you didn’t know who he was underneath the mask, nor did he know that the payment for saving your life (he stopped you from walking into incoming traffic because you never pay attention to the light cycles when he’s with you), was sex. he may have taken the suit off, but the mask stayed on—because spider-man wouldn’t reveal his identity, even to mj. esteban swears that he intended for it to be quickie—because, one, you were going to be late to your friend’s party and, two, spider-man can’t step away from patrolling the streets for too long because who knows what crimes are occurring in his absence—it’s not like the role play made him cum embarrassingly quick, or anything. but he can’t find the confidence to tell you that he wants to do it again. he’ll just wait until halloween comes around again, hoping that you won’t mind repeating the same costume and that there’s an opportunity for spider-man to save your life once more.

lance could never be convinced to try out role-play again. he can admit that you giving him a lap dance and strip tease pushes him past the point of turned-on, but it becomes substantially less attractive when you’re pretending to be a random stripper and that he’s a paying customer. and, he can’t help that he finds every scenario weird or cringy. he doesn’t see the allure of the pretend-dynamic of escort/client or professor/student, or even calling him daddy—it’s simply not for him, and he can see that his distaste for it stems from his awkward and possibly self-conscious nature. on the other hand, he’s more than satisfied with you using handcuffs to secure his hands behind his back while you make him suffer through a teasing rock of your hips; don’t say he’s under arrest, though, you’ll ruin the vibe.

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writtenbythemoonandstars · 3 months ago

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First date

**I don't believe this has any content warning you should be wary of!

When Robby is pushed to try online dating he's very hesitant. Talking to someone online is entirely different than seeing them up close in person... and he's not even sure he's ready.

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Robby's eyes burn beneath his glasses, staring at the bright blue computer screen for too long. "How long have you been talking to her?" Dana prods. Smiling knowingly.

"Three days." He knows it's futile to try and keep this nurse, or any of them for that matter, out of his business. She's the one who made him set up the damn profile in the first place.

He had been very wary of the entire thing. But after a long day in the ED he'd been laying in bed and curious…

Which led to her.

"You haven't asked her out yet?" Dana wheels her chair closer. "Why the hell not?"

"Because I don't think I want to." He sighs, "It’s one thing texting her on this dumb app it's another seeing her face less than six feet away. In person."

"She wants you to ask her out. Otherwise she wouldn't be responding. Not after three days." She replies.

"How do you know?" Robby rolls his eyes. "You've never been on these things."

"No, but I am a woman. Ask her out." She nods. "Or I'll do it for you." Already reaching for his phone.

"No thank you." He snatches it before she can. "Fine…" He says after a long time. "I'll invite her for dinner."

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She's late.

Maybe she had to stay late at work and forgot to mention it, or she got into a crash on the way here. Or maybe she realized he's actually a giant loser and why would she even want to go out with an old man like him anyway? His spiral leads him to the conclusion that she stood him up.

Robby knew this was a bad idea. He'd just gotten off work, which ran long since the rain always causes at least one major pile up. Ran home and barely had time to change before rushing to the restaurant only for her to be late.

"I am so sorry-" He hears behind him. His date breathing heavily. Soaking wet. "My car broke down. Then my phone died… and then I dropped it in a puddle so I couldn't call." She rambles.

"That- that's alright." He waves her off.

She stands a little straighter. Now having caught her breath. She tells him her name.

"Michael." He replies. They shake hands. It's formal. Awkward.

She uses the fancy fabric napkin to dry herself off a little when they sit down. Robby watches her quietly. Unsure what to say. So he says nothing. Making things even more uncomfortable. "How was your day?" She tries to break the silence.

"… A teenage boy overdosed on fentanyl and died in front of his parents." He blurts.

"Oh." Is all he gets in reply. Shit. Why did he say that?

"What… what about your day? What is it that you do again?" He coughs, trying to recover.

"Marketing. I manage a few non profit Instagram pages. Post them on my own to boost their engagement…" She explains. "I work for a company, though the followers I've gained are all mine."

This is totally out of territory for Robby. He has no idea what she's talking about. Not really. He doesn't even have any social media accounts. He has caught a few of the med students dancing in front of their phones on a lunch break but has never asked the reason. He doesn't care. He's old. He has no time.

Thankfully the menu comes and he doesn’t have to pretend to know what CTA means.

"Oh… uhm… I'm so sorry Michael-" She flushes.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I uh… I thought I mentioned I was vegetarian." Her voice soft. "There isn't anything here I can eat…"

Shit. Just another thing that's gone wrong tonight. "Right. Yeah, no, I knew that." He closes the menu. "Uh…"

"That's okay." She waves him off. "I'm sure I can just… here I'll get the pasta with no chicken."

"That is not a sustainable meal." Shaking his head. Like he eats anything more than air and sleep most nights for dinner. "Fuck." Robby mumbles.

He stands. "Come on." Already grabbing her coat and purse before heading out the door.

"I'm sorry-" She starts.

"No. Don't be sorry, I should have remembered." Robby sighs. He helps her into her jacket before pulling her across the street. "My uh… my ex was vegetarian-" Why is he doing this to himself? He stops at the windows of a taco truck. "She liked… to eat here…" His voice quieting as he finishes.

Robby is never listening to Dana again and he sure as hell is never going on another date again. He is just destined to be alone forever. It's probably better that way anyway.

"These are really good." She smiles, taking a bite. "I've actually passed by this place a few times but never stopped."

Robby nods, taking a bite.

“So you’re a doctor…” she begins. Setting her taco down.

“Yes. And I will not look at any rashes you may have.” He says it in a joking tone but also not kidding. At all.

It does get him a laugh. That sound. He turns his head, a soft smile on his lips. He needs to hear it again.

“I was just wondering if it ever gets easier.” She says.

“Does what get easier?”

“Seeing people hurt. Or dead..” Biting her lip. Feeling maybe she shouldn’t have brought this up. Probably not on a first date. Or ever actually. And her friends wonder why she never gets passed the first date.

“No. It doesn’t. But you get better at hiding it.” Robby replies honestly.

They both finish their meal quietly after that. Then he drives her home.

“I haven’t been on a date in… a really long time so… thank you.” She gives him a soft smile. Looking over at him as he stops the car in front of her building.

He isn’t sure what to say so he nods. He doesn’t feel the date went well. Maybe they aren’t compatible. Or he just isn’t ready.

“… text me?” She leans in and he feels like the breath has been ripped from his lungs.

“Y-yeah-“ a soft kiss pressed to his cheek and it’s the greatest thing he’s ever felt. He imagines what her lips would feel like on his.

But then she’s gone. Running through the rain up towards her apartment doors. She waves at him before disappearing.

His cheek tingles where the faint red print lays on his cheek.

Fuck what he said before. He needs to see her again.

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Let me know if you like this one! I was actually a little more nervous about posting this because I feel better writing sad or angsty with a happy ending rather than silly or something

#dr robby #dr. robby x reader #micheal robinavitch x reader #dana evans #micheal robinavitch #the pitt max

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cutehoons02 · 7 months ago

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I need a nerdy boy in my life

*pairing: Han hot nerdy boy x popolar girl obsessed with christmas

*tags: Han is obsessed with her, touching, shy boy with people but not with the protagonist, christmas trope, jealousy, kiss, smut, fluffy

*synopsis: Han always had a crush or maybe obsession with the campus influencer but it seemed that she did not see him or maybe it was just the other way around?

comments are appreciated

*word count: 4k (Tell me if you like this kind of stories:

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The computer science department was with the economics and engineering department consisted of more men from all over the campus, guys who spent hours in front of a blue screen designing software, video games, and applications or trying to hack at illegal sites; the only course in that department with a fair percentage of girls was Communication and Social Media and Y/n was among the most popular and well-liked girls from the course, both because she had a fair number of followers in the various social platforms and tried to make friends with as many people as possible but also because she was excellent as a student.

She decided to graduate in Communication and Social Media because she loved the social and developing world that could be there. Still, she never expected her course to go from the economics department to the computer science department for her second year of university only because the president of the institute had the brilliant idea to let his nerd students know that in addition to developing video games or software, they had the opportunity to express their emotions with someone instead of being attached to the computer or saying it all the president knew that most students had "sexual repression".

The winter air mixed with that of the first days of December put me in a good mood Y/n, had a serious obsession with Christmas, in his room there were I don’t know how many candles to the various perfumes in limited edition for the holidays, Under the entrance of her room there was a small mistletoe (even if she did not go out with anyone seriously wanted to believe that sooner or later someone would kiss her under that famous stick), lights decorated the whole room and in his collection of accessories there was a section of bows to attach them to hair and he put one white with small glittering silver snowflakes.

She was simply a romantic and spent her nights watching Christmas movies with her best friend but she was extremely jealous because they didn’t seem to care about the love that you could feel during the holidays but they were only thinking of which other guy to take read especially if he was a computer science student, had received some flattery from some boys but none made her heart beat or come failles to stomach except one in particular Han Jisung, god hated him with all of herself had tried in every way to attract his attention with small gestures, let’s talk clearly he did not act like a pick me girl too because it was not in his character but sometimes he sat in front of or next to him in the library, Other times he saw him exhausted even after the library hours and brought him some limited edition coffee to drink in autumn or Christmas but always noticed that he drank a sip and then left it all in the glass, During the computer classes she had tried to make friends with everyone but he seemed not to care about her worse it appeared that she was like a ghost.

When he entered the classroom he saw with his surprise Han lift his eyes from his pc and when he saw her with a small mistletoe in hand he threw an ochiattaccia from the back of the classroom, was extremely irritable because they had spoken yes and no few times since the beginning semetre and it seemed that he hated her without having done them anything wrong, the computer class was one of the few classes where the teacher was a woman and Y/n had asked if he could cheer up and decorate the classroom a little with something Christmas and to his surprise the teacher had given him permission to put a mistletoe branch over the door so Without disturbing the very few people who had taken a chair and put it under the door and went to take the scoch and the razor wire to attach it to the branch, when she put her chair over the top she didn’t think it was so high so she tried to stand on her toes but felt the more stable chair below her and saw Han behind her holding his chair and trying in every way not to let those few male companions see their legs Discovered by the skirt slightly too short for his standards.

"Pixie next time before you try to hang something see if you can get there because in this way you’re showing off your half-naked legs under your skirt, let me attack that stupid mistletoe branch." you sundown to look at Han and have his classic nerd glasses, a black oversized sweatshirt, cargo and hair all ruffled, who knows what it would have been like to touch them and pull them slightly...

"Nerd nobody asked you for your help and don’t call me Pixie you’re not that much taller than me, if you can’t look at legs with socks it’s not my fault if you’re perverts." You felt the chair slightly flutter and Han had moved away that little not to hold the chair anymore

"Pixie seriously even if you stretch a little with the tips of your shoes you will not be able to stick it, let’s finish this show, and let me get on this chair, quiet is not among my hobbies to watching your legs half naked"

It was a serious lie every time you wore those fucking gowns like a good girl He would have wanted to put one of his big hands on your thighs and let everyone know that you were his property but he was too shy to do so

"I already told you not to call me Pixie i am Y/n and you know well what my name is, if you insist so try to put it otherwise i will call some other guy"

you went down from the small chair and Han put himself on the chair, ok he was slightly taller than you, and surely for him, it was a breeze to hang that stick, stretched slightly, and from the sweatshirt you saw come out a piece of leather you knew that Han had a passion for tattoos and had one on his chest but you didn’t think he had another, a slight hint of musk and poo invades you and you look carefully Han hangs the stick and swings it a little to see if he held the small knot that he had made, with a small jump Han got down and you found him a few centimeters from you and lowered slightly at your ear.

"Next time wear jeans, not skirts Y/n because you never know maybe I will start to look at your legs even if they are covered by socks like all the other perverted guys of this course!".

It was exactly a week since that episode in the classroom and most of the kids, when they walked into the classroom, smiled when they saw the little mistletoe over the door instead the only one who didn’t care at all was Han, you had arrived slightly earlier to the computer class and i put you between the last benches in the back of the room, you had to edit a vlog that you had made with your friends last weekend so you were focused on the computer without paying attention to what was happening around you until you saw next to you a computer of the latest generation and a case of glasses, you sunflower and next to it was Han who watched carefully how you were dressed and a slight grin formed when he saw that you wore jeans with small tears and a slightly over red Carharrt sweatshirt that matched perfectly your bow you wore to hold Tie your hair.

"I didn’t think i had so much effect on you pixie, it’s since i told you that i preferred to see you in jeans that i haven’t seen you with a skirt on campus" you raised your eyes and kept editing your video.

"You do not affect me Han, the temperatures have dropped and i prefer not to die of cold with skirts maybe it’s you who are obsessing about me if in all these months you rarely spoke to me and looked if now you notice every time how i’m dressed."

You felt the chair approaching you and leaned awkwardly to the table to be closer to your ear.

"Who said i didn’t look at you? Maybe you were too busy making friends with all these idiots that you never noticed the glances i threw at you"

"Stop teasing me Han, i see how i don’t like who knows how nice and the glances you throw at me when i make a presentation or when i’m in the company of others"

The professor came in and started to explain something about computer security but you already knew that so you kept editing the video until you felt slightly cold fingers coming into contact with your skin under the small tear you had in the jeans near your thigh, You watched Han’s slightly venous hand squeeze your thigh and then make some light circles going up as far as he could and then come back down and squeeze your thigh again. Fortunately, you were on the last bench so no one could see you but you felt the temperature of your cheeks rise more and more and you watched the profile of Han slightly relaxed while with the other hand he took notes, how he could be so casual if his hand was inside your legs and every time he tried to go higher he even left you little pinches with his long fingers.

Just a few minutes before the end of the lesson, the teacher said that you should go ahead with the person sitting next to you to study the chapter that she hadn’t finished explaining and write down what you thought was right to introduce on safety inherent technology artificial intelligence.

Han immediately took his hand from your thigh and approached as before with his body pressed close to yours "I never made fun of you Y/n, i always looked at you and maybe too much for my standards and maybe i have a serious effect on you if before every time i touched your thigh slightly you would decrease in the chair and blush. Luckily you had jeans because if you had the skirt of last week i would have touched you slightly higher and maybe I would have made you moan in front of the whole class" Have you watched Han take his stuff and get out of class, how much did you hate him as a nerd if he behaved that way to you? He had no shame if he thought to pottery you moan or even touch your pussy in class...

The city was full of Christmas stands along the main street to enter the university, you and your friends had arranged to go for a little ride and then go skating all together but someone else had other plans in servant for you and to your surprise, you found the group of friends of Han in front of the stand where they sold freshly fried melles over the cinnamon and an impromptu craving for food made you approach the stand and the group of 8 boys, You looked at him for a moment before you stood in line and saw a boy with blond hair smiling to you and I did the same, he was a nice guy but your eyes stopped on Han’s back for a few seconds and you were slightly happy that he didn’t see you, Two days before the next computer class and you had not yet taken up the courage to write him to find you studying. You acted as if you were the loser of the situation and not him, you had thought that you wrote instead you had not received any message but you always displayed the stories among the first people and even when you posted a photo were always among the first to like.

<<Isn’t that girl with the white bow and the mutton, Hannie that girl you’re obsessed with watching every story and vlog on YouTube?>> Han when he heard these words coming from Felix felt his cheeks turn slightly red and looked in your direction and saw you taking pictures definitely for your ig at the apple stand.

“Don’t tell me you brought us to this Christmas village just because you saw his ig stories on his profile," said Chan, laughing and pinching his cheeks slightly, Han gave a slight tap to the big hand Chan and began to approach you but saw that you were in the company of your friends and his shyness was imposed, god because I wasn’t extrovert like Felix or Chan?

Felix gave a slight push to Han and he found himself next to you and looked at the Australian boy.

“Pixie didn’t think I’d find you in the Christmas village don’t tell me that you’re following me and missing you already!"

You were in the head and next to you was Han, He wore a jacket of The North Face and cargo, It was strange not to see him with glasses but unfortunately he was even more beautiful gave him that area of the boy next door and no longer the nerd who spent hours on hours in front of the computer.

"Maybe you’re obsessed with me Han, I saw that you were among the first to view stories and fatalities find you in my place.”

"Why should I be obsessed with you Y/n? I have other things to think about and it was a fatality if I watched the story just put on ig"

You laughed and the line started to go ahead in front of you there was a nice guy and he immediately smiled and passed his hands through his hair while paying for the two fried apples, Before you left the stand you heard the cashier talk to you and give you a small sheet of paper but I did not now open it that with one hand Han took it and put it behind a pocket of jeans.

“Seriously Han what do you want from me? You tried to leave but a slight grip on Han’s hand made you stop and you looked at the nerd in front of you with an interrogative look.

"Would you like to go to my house and get on with the project? I know it’s Saturday afternoon but tomorrow I have to go to training and on Monday I have a class at 20”

"I don’t go to a stranger’s house even if you are in class with me and you are my age you could be a serial killer, let’s go to my house where i feel more comfortable than surely there is some roommate of mine"

"Yes, sure, I didn’t even think about it, sorry if I was too hasty to say immediately go to my house if you feel more comfortable we can also go to the library" Han was slightly eating the skin off a fingernail and at the same time he was also snapping his fingers for embarrassment or maybe anxiety? You took one of his hands and put it in your pocket with

"We can go to my house there is no problem, if you are okay and if you feel comfortable staying in a room full of Christmas stuff and basic girl fond of music, make-up, and shopping"

Han laughed lightly and looked until you arrived at your date and shared the hand braided to her inside the pocket of your mutton.

"Should I seriously be afraid of what I might find in your room or can I just sit still or some killer puppet could eat me alive if he sees a boy of the opposite sex in your room?"

"There’s no killer puppet in my room just a teddy bear that will be like a few years younger than the two of us" Han walked into your room and a little whistle came out of his lips, you had the view of the mountains of Seoul and the light sunset contrasted with the cream-colored walls of your room, there were a lot of albums of old and new artists and obviously above the door was a light mistletoe branch.

"Pixie i understand that you like Christmas so much but also in your room you have to find this branch of mistletoe. I read on the Internet that if you kiss someone under mistletoe love will last forever between the two lovers and it is a plant that brings luck and that drives away the difficulties and pressures between the couple"

"Who’s the obsessed Han? I sure don’t, if you research my favorite things!" You saw him blush slightly and sat in the big gamer/ youtuber chair that you had, instead, you sat in your comfortable bed and for almost two hours you studied with him, You weren’t surprised that while studying he was representing exactly the nerd you knew and that nothing was distracting him or maybe there was something or someone who could distract him and that was you.

You got up from your bed and you sat on the armrest of the comfortable chair next to him to make them understand that you were tired of studying but it seemed that he did not care what you were doing, then slowly sundown the series and you found him with a light smile and grin looking at you.

"Who is it now that needs the attention?" You were afraid to make a first move with Han also because you didn’t know him at all but he had put his long fingers for almost an hour and a half inside that little slit in your jeans and told you that if you had a skirt she would touch you so who cares if thought you needed him. Without taking your eyes from your face you sat between his muscular legs and felt his big hands between your hips "You want what treasure? Where is the popular girl who talks to everyone and wants to be at the center of attention all the time?" His words were provocative for the silent nerd who was in class, you spread your legs a little put over his length and tried to kiss him but he moved and a grumpy took possession of your lips

"Baby i need words who is now the shy couple?" a slight grin took possession of his lips and began to look at your lips as if it were a challenge only between your two worlds.

"I want to kiss you Han but don’t get too excited."

"Pixie fuck is since i saw you first come through that fucking classroom door i dreamed of hearing you say. But where is the romantic girl who wants to be kissed under the mistletoe by his beloved before Christmas?

"I think that before to make me kiss under the mistletoe i need to feel how it is to kiss you"

"You’re saying that you need to have a nerd in your life but you need to figure out if this nerd is the right one for you?"

You felt slightly more comfortable and you slammed your lips with hers and a slight taste of sugar invaded your tongue, He was fucking good at kissing and after a few seconds, you felt slightly biting your lower lip and a little moan came out of your lips and put his tongue into your mouth and at the same time began to gently touch your spine with his hand's cold ones that contrasted with your hot skin. Han had dreamed of this moment for months now and now that he held you close if he did not want to scare you, felt Han away from your lips to take a breath.

Han’s fleshy lips moved in your neck and began to give you a gentle kiss trail between the neck and collarbone.

"You’re perfect baby, your taste is driving me crazy. I always hated these sweet flavors that know from Christmas but i can make an exception for you" The feelings that you felt only with little kisses and lollipops were sending you off your head because this guy was called a nerd and what do you know about kissing?

You felt his cock swell more and more when you moved slightly above its length to feel the atrium between your jeans.

"I hate you because you have two Han personalities? How is it that in class you are perfect and then you are like this with the girls?" You felt the light laugh of Han in your neck and began to bite your neck until you felt his name come from your lips and at that moment he understood that you would be forever because no other name should and could come out of your lips if it was not his.

You pulled off his sweatshirt and a chest carved with around a small compass tattooed made you lick your lips so you returned the work he had done on your neck kissing her neck, her collarbones on display, Going down to his chest and with your hands caressed the ridges of his abs and you began to kiss his chest "Pixie moves into bed" You didn’t care about the uncomfortable position you had sitting between his legs while kissing and licking his abs.

"Pls Y/n" When you heard your name begging you got up from his legs and threw it into your comfortable bed and put yourself on him and watched him with his perfect tattoos and short of breath for the pleasure you were giving him, You wanted to let everyone know that the nerd not looked at by anyone had filled you with suckers and almost came in your pants without even touching you.

#han x reader #han jisung #han jisung x reader #han jisung x you #han jisung hard thoughts #han jisung smut #han jisung stray kids #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #bang chan hard hours #bang chan x reader #felix x reader

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oviraptoridae · 11 months ago

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research & development is ongoing

since using jukebox for sampling material on albedo, i've been increasingly interested in ethically using ai as a tool to incorporate more into my own artwork. recently i've been experimenting with "commoncanvas", a stable diffusion model trained entirely on works in the creative commons. though i do not believe legality and ethics are equivalent, this provides me peace of mind that all of the training data was used consensually through the terms of the creative commons license. here's the paper on it for those who are curious! shoutout to @reachartwork for the inspiration & her informative posts about her process!

part 1: overview

i usually post finished works, so today i want to go more in depth & document the process of experimentation with a new medium. this is going to be a long and image-heavy post, most of it will be under the cut & i'll do my best to keep all the image descriptions concise.

for a point of reference, here is a digital collage i made a few weeks ago for the album i just released (shameless self promo), using photos from wikimedia commons and a render of a 3d model i made in blender:

and here are two images i made with the help of common canvas (though i did a lot of editing and post-processing, more on that process in a future post):

more about my process & findings under the cut, so this post doesn't get too long:

quick note for my setup: i am running this model locally on my own machine (rtx 3060, ubuntu 23.10), using the automatic1111 web ui. if you are on the same version of ubuntu as i am, note that you will probably have to build python 3.10.6 yourself (and be sure to use 'make altinstall' instead of 'make install' and change the line in the webui to use 'python3.10' instead of 'python3'. just mentioning this here because nobody else i could find had this exact problem and i had to figure it out myself)

part 2: initial exploration

all the images i'll be showing here are the raw outputs of the prompts given, with no retouching/regenerating/etc.

so: commoncanvas has 2 different types of models, the "C" and "NC" models, trained on their database of works under the CC Commercial and Non-Commercial licenses, respectively (i think the NC dataset also includes the commercial license works, but i may be wrong). the NC model is larger, but both have their unique strengths:

"a cat on the computer", "C" model

"a cat on the computer", "NC" model

they both take the same amount of time to generate (17 seconds for four 512x512 images on my 3060). if you're really looking for that early ai jank, go for the commercial model. one thing i really like about commoncanvas is that it's really good at reproducing the styles of photography i find most artistically compelling: photos taken by scientists and amateurs. (the following images will be described in the captions to avoid redundancy):

"grainy deep-sea rover photo of an octopus", "NC" model. note the motion blur on the marine snow, greenish lighting and harsh shadows here, like you see in photos taken by those rover submarines that scientists use to take photos of deep sea creatures (and less like ocean photography done for purely artistic reasons, which usually has better lighting and looks cleaner). the anatomy sucks, but the lighting and environment is perfect.

"beige computer on messy desk", "NC" model. the reflection of the flash on the screen, the reddish-brown wood, and the awkward angle and framing are all reminiscent of a photo taken by a forum user with a cheap digital camera in 2007.

so the noncommercial model is great for vernacular and scientific photography. what's the commercial model good for?

"blue dragon sitting on a stone by a river", "C" model. it's good for bad CGI dragons. whenever i request dragons of the commercial model, i either get things that look like photographs of toys/statues, or i get gamecube type CGI, and i love it.

here are two little green freaks i got while trying to refine a prompt to generate my fursona. (i never succeeded, and i forget the exact prompt i used). these look like spore creations and the background looks like a bryce render. i really don't know why there's so much bad cgi in the datasets and why the model loves going for cgi specifically for dragons, but it got me thinking...

"hollow tree in a magical forest, video game screenshot", "C" model

"knights in a dungeon, video game screenshot", "C" model

i love the dreamlike video game environments and strange CGI characters it produces-- it hits that specific era of video games that i grew up with super well.

part 3: use cases

if you've seen any of the visual art i've done to accompany my music projects, you know that i love making digital collages of surreal landscapes:

(this post is getting image heavy so i'll wrap up soon)

i'm interested in using this technology more, not as a replacement for my digital collage art, but along with it as just another tool in my toolbox. and of course...

... this isn't out of lack of skill to imagine or draw scifi/fantasy landscapes.

thank you for reading such a long post! i hope you got something out of this post; i think it's a good look into the "experimentation phase" of getting into a new medium. i'm not going into my post-processing / GIMP stuff in this post because it's already so long, but let me know if you want another post going into that!

good-faith discussion and questions are encouraged but i will disable comments if you don't behave yourselves. be kind to each other and keep it P.L.U.R.

#squawks #my art #behind the scenes #unreality #surreal

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bajibitch · 5 months ago

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Silly me - Clark Kent

"Your name?" The receptionist’ voice pulled you out of the shock you felt being at the infamous Daily Planet. You managed to say your name but it came out a bit shaky and he let out a soft chuckle. "You'll fit in great." The space you'd be working in was small like you expected but seeing the surrounding work spaces was a bit intimidating. It was easy to get distracted picking up pieces of the stories they chatted about but the dizziness that came with it was enough to remind you to focus. Where would you start, how was it that people found stories again?

“First day?” Looking up from your desk, you met a pair of enchanting blue eyes on a beautiful face. The smile he wore didn’t make it any easier to turn away. Your face was hot from the lack of preparedness, hopefully, he didn’t think you were forming a crush, it’d be embarrassing, he’d be right but you wouldn’t admit it.

“Is it obvious?” You thought you were playing it off well given that you managed to type out an exaggerated amount of the food article with little effort. “What am I doing wrong?” Surely an employee wouldn’t interrupt your work for nothing, or so you thought.

“Nothing, you seem to have it handled.” He eyed the screen with your nearly complete work. “I’m still cramming in yesterday's story.” His laugh was going to be in your mind later. Although it was short it managed to sound so wholesome and warming in the small time it had. “It’s just, I've never seen you around before.” His arm was resting on the computer monitor, if he was anyone else it would’ve irked you but he had good intentions so you’d ignore it for now.

“I started today, used to work at a different company in Oklahoma.“

“How was it there?” You considered offering him a chair to sit in since it felt as if he planned on hearing your life story.

“Given that it was my first job in journalism it’ll always have a special place in my heart, but I wanted to be somewhere more interesting.”

“You didn’t catch any stories?”

“Nothing worth mentioning, I did an article on food and the impacts of-” Nothing worth mentioning but I’ll list every one. You put a hand to your forehead as you cursed yourself for not catching the prattling sooner.

“Why’d you stop?” He took a glance around the office and stared back at you. “Something wrong?”

“No,” you sighed and went back to typing out your work. “I just have to finish this.”

“I’ll be out your hair then. It was nice meeting you… I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t get yours either.”

“Clark. Clark Kent.” You stopped your typing and locked eyes with him once again.

“Y/n.”

“Well, y/n, I’ll catch you later.”

The strange thing for you is that usually when people tell you that, they never meant it. It was more like an, I’ll see you should we meet again kinda ordeal, not a follow you out of the office kinda thing.

“What is it, Clark?” You turned to see him not too far behind. His suit seemed a tad too big for him but it added a soft look to him.

“Just checking in on you. How’d you feel about the job? It’s not too much is it?”

“You aren’t from here either, are you?” He tilted his head and his lips parted but nothing came out. “You’re nicer than plenty of the people I’ve met so far. Some of them get irritated from my smile alone.” That’s why you learned to hold a poker face, the city lost its charm rather quickly when you arrived. His shoulders dropped and his lips had its default curve that made him sweet on the eyes.

“I used to live out in the country too, but as much as they tried, they could never break my smile.” Oh, you had to admit by now that he was hard to hate, not that you ever did. His spirit was almost contagious, the smile on your face showing he already infected you, maybe a harmless work crush wouldn’t be bad after all.

“Ready to go?” The both of you turned to the woman who needed no introduction, her work spoke for itself, she was a bit of a celebrity herself. You were shocked to see him kiss her with no hesitation and looked away from the affection. It was clear he had no qualms with showing his love.

“See you, tomorrow.” Fuck my life. When you buckled yourself into the seat and began to drive away, you couldn’t help laughing at how naïve you were to think he wouldn’t be in a relationship.

#dc x reader #superman #superman x reader #clark kent #clark kent x reader

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notdotspot · 5 months ago

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Dp x Dc Go to Sleep

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt. 3

Bruce loves his children but they sure are stubborn. They are each so much like him in their own ways which never ceases to amaze him since he has only a small hand in their early developmental years. When Bruce gets to the Batcave, Tim is dressed as Red Robin walking to the Batcomputer. Bruce observes his slumped shoulders and dragging feet as he turns the chair and lets weight down entirely. He is mentally kicking himself for not being the one to realize Tim was so exhausted.

“Tim,” he calls, walking over. Tim looks up into his eyes. Scanning for a split before drawing his attention back to the computer screen. He does not touch the mouse or keyboard. All he does is fidget with his fingers as he watches the screensaver blankly.

“Tim”

Tim hums a response.

“Tim, you need to sleep.”

His fidgeting pauses momentarily as if he is shocked Bruce would ever say that to him.

“No,” he says simply.

“Tim, you have to sleep. You can not function like this.”

“I can not sleep.”

“Why? What is wrong?” At that, Tim lets his head fall to his arms on the desk.

“I will see it.”

“See what? I thought you liked dreaming.”

“I will see it.” Tim’s head shoots up. “I will see the eyes. They stare at me. I feel them all of the time like they are following me. I see the eyes in the corner of my vision and when I turn to look they are gone. I feel them burning into my head. I saw a guy. I saw a guy and he had blue eyes. The eyes are green. The eyes are green and his are blue. The eyes are green but his are blue. The same eyes. Blue not green. The eyes are green. I see them in my own eyelids. I would know them anywhere. I saw them. I know I did.”

He spoke so quickly Bruce could barely keep up.

“Tim. Tim. Tim!” Bruce put his hand on Tim’s shoulder. Tim jumped, his eyes snapping to the hand. His tired eyes had a slight craze to them and his breathing had picked up in the rant. Bruce lowered to Tim’s eye level.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“No. No. I can not see the eyes again. I have to find them. I can not sleep.” Bruce realized that Tim was too tired to think straight. He needed to get Tim to see some type of logic.

“Are you seeing them now?”

“Yes,” he replies quietly.

“Well, maybe if you sleep they will go away. I believe it is the only solution you have not tried.”

“But I have to find him.”

“But you can not find him in the dark. You will need to look in the morning. Barbara and I will help.”

“You are right. Of course, I cannot find him at night. I need the sun.” Bruce honestly cannot believe that worked. Exhaustion really does mess with one’s problem-solving skills. Tim pushes himself up slowly, slumping into Bruce’s arms. Bruce will take any chance to play his fatherly role, so he lifts Tim and brings him into the mansion. Alfred silently opens his bedroom door. He sees Damian waiting in Tim’s room with Titus. Bruce lays Tim, already asleep, onto the bed and tucks him in gently.

Damian whispers to Titus, “Keep him in bed as long as you can.” Alfred pulls the curtains closed to guard the room from a soon-rising sun. Tired as he is, Bruce has never been more proud of Damian, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder to lead him from the room.

As they walk down the hallway, Damian asks, “Now, when was the last time you slept, father?” Before Bruce can plead his case, Damian and Alfred are ushering him into his own room.

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also on ao3

next chapter is the longest one yet

#tim drake #bruce wayne #bruce wayne can be a good father sometimes #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #dpxdc #danny phantom

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lari-the-dragon · 1 month ago

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RTV Tour: The Endgame

(Blood writting, -No drawings sadly- , also a lot of swears-)

Lari started to enter into another crisis, despite trying to maintain control of the situation and calm herself down, which didn’t seem to be working very well. After all, her current concern was enormous, since here was "His head, his rules". She remembers when Mr.Crystal put her in the TV Dimension for the first time as a form of "Time-Out" and she literally broke her way out of his head...But could she do the same with RTV??? He had the power of the five stars, and to make matters even worse, she didn’t have the same strength or power she had back at her place-! WHAT A BULLSH-!

Suddenly, she feels something gently bumping against her shoulder and snaps back to reality, looking at the Razorwhip who was looking right back at her. She gazes her for a moment, and all of a sudden, that irritating intrusive voice starts talking again. "CUTE! MUST- P E T! PEEET THE DRAGON!!!" The eyes of her mask seemed to be in between one of confusion and one of cuteness...Urgh...At this point, she considers it a curse to want to pet anything she finds adorable...Anyway, why Marie was...Oh- heh..."Ya comforting me Marie?" she thought, a slight smile appearing behind her mask as the dragon seemed to do the same.

Then his voice echoed in the place, making her immediately tense up and look up in his direction.

“Why Hello my not-so-dear tour participants...Glad to see you all here! Whether you came through willingly...and some...Who needed a push...to come through."

“Excuse me to interrupt you Mr.Puzzles, what if I told you I had something revolutionary,would you be interested in any chances traveling to unknown universes?”

Out of nowhere a blonde woman floated towards him, did she have a death wish or what?? Not even she would have the courage to have so much nerve-

“Let me present to you my gizmos or stars.”

The woman continued now taking out of her pocket a blue star...Wait- she won't do what she think she's gonna do...right?

“I promise I’m not here to scam anyone, I do indeed know my ‘name’ may cause some suspicions. But it is just a direct translation of my family name ‘De La Escroquerie'.Actually my family were scammed by those filthy scammers but that's just an unimportant detail. ”

While the woman was making her presentation, the eyes of her mask seemed a little confused and even a bit perplexed by this, the pupils of her mask eyes slowly looking at RTV screen that seemed to be giving more of a warning with that smile that he didn't give two fucks to that.

“As you can see the interdimensional portal has indeed worked. Huh, it looks just like you,what are the odds? Sadly I can’t sell you mine since you know, you have to be linked to it and I forgot how to create them, but there are the instructions at my base on my computer,and the only possible way to go there at the moment is by my very own VESPA that is parked outside of your STUDIO...Do we have a deal?”

Her mask eyes widened now, how could someone-? THAT WOMAN REALLY WANTED TO MAKE A DEAL??? WITH HIM??? Oh for the love of-

“Cute. But that’s a NO.”

And with that he flicked the woman, sending her flying to the side, Lari just slapped her mask at the scene.

“Oh, and for your INFORMATION: I can already reach other universes just fine MYSELF. Maybe remember that before placing portals in MY studio...”

...She thought everyone here knew that...Looks like she was wrong...

Then he leaned down towards the little squirrel she saw going with the other group to the Health Department, and by the looks of it, she seemed...Worried...Well how could she not be? Everyone here was basically about to tear each other apart if he decided to attack or vice versa. Soon after he started to say something softly...HOLD UP- THIS SMELL LIKE TROUBLE-

Lari narrowed her eyes at the two, and in the next second she saw the squirrel eyes go static...Oh...Oh no...The pupils on her mask got a bit empty again...One more for his collection...Afterwards she saw the same small creature turning around, before taking place on one of the TVs, observing them...That was bad.

“Now, as I said, Nobody here is leaving. Not before we made some things CLEAR. Some of you chose to side with SMG4, complicated everything! And guess what happened. One tour-”

He was interrupted by crying and sniffing sounds, she quickly tried to find the source and saw...A cookie? Well not exactly a walking cookie, but a familiar looking one being held by the ribbon girl...Bruh- she needed to know her name, because that wasn't exactly a good nickname to call someone all the tim-

A huge *CR a cK* of chewing was heard, the pupils of her mask eyes returned to normal again as she stared at the cookie that now had a huge bite on its head, making her hold back a laugh..."Don't laugh please that would be very rude, please don't laugh-" Her mask eyes twitched a little before closing for a moment...Please that Marie don't give her a tail whip to keep her in line because it will definitely hurt-

“YOUR GODBOX-FORSAKEN AI KILLED MY FRIEND, YOU A**HOLE!”

Her eyes snapped open again, her hair fluffing up for a moment at the sudden loud voice-

At that moment she swung at him and punched his face, sending him staggering back.

“WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF, HUH?!”

The girl screamed at him, her anger definitely bubbling out as she looked like she wanted to kill him right there, sad for her that the punch didn't have the same effect as out of the TV dimension, looking at RTV again she saw that unsympathetic grimace of a smile as he suddenly dashed forward, grabbing her by the neck.

“Your friend killed HIMSELF by putting his nose in things that don’t concern him.”

“You bastard-! YOU TAKE THAT BACK- “

Then he proceeded to yeet her at full force back, making her fly into the depths of the tunnel...Damn bro-

"Anyone else?"

Lari slowly looked between him and the now very far away participant, then to the others, and Marie. She kept doing that with a unsure gaze for a while, until her eyes landed on SMG4, the man seemed very...Very pissed.

“Tsk Tsk, Now? As I was SAYING, because of the fault of some of you supporting SMG4, everyone will Pay. And I'll repeat, because of his intrusion, One tour participant less in the group from the original 57... Although...”

She saw him growing into a giant and looked at the...UH- Twins? Doubles?? It was a girl- I MEAN girls- foxes? They seemed to have mechanical parts- other bots in between them maybe?

"Not sure what I missed while I was out, but I suppose that covers the 57th participant. Must've overlooked, but oh well."

He shrugged before mumbling something and looking back at the group...She tensed up again, gosh, she hated that feeling of being so vulnerable, she still had her magic sure, but it probably wouldn't be enough to actually cause serious damage to him..."I guess it's better for me to just stay on the defensive and-"

She got out of her thoughts when she saw RTV quickly shift his gaze, she looked to where he was focusing and saw SMG4 and Animsay...With no TV on her head? Huh- I hope this isn't causing any side effects on her, hmm, why she took it off after all? I wonder-

And suddenly the meme guardian lunged forward with the help of Animsay who gave him an additional push... She almost screamed a loud "NO!" when she saw this, taking a quick step forward as she saw their "grand" plan.

“Tsk.”

RTV raised an arm, blocking the hit with little difficulty, before pushing SMG4 back, sending him flying with a bloody nose, and thankfully for him, Animsay managed to grab him in time by his hoodie to avoid he going to the unknown.

Lari stared at SMG4 for a moment, his bloody nose sparkling something inside of her that she couldn't explain, her hands slowly turned into fists as the pupils of her mask got a sharp appearence, so making a loud huff that seemed to release a bit of smoke from the sides of her mask, she turns towards RTV.

"no one...and when i say...NO ONE...Will hurt this version of SMG4- ON. MY. WATCH!"

She hissed, increasing her voice while summoning her crystals and preparing to fight...The Razorwhip seemed to prepare the spikes of her tail already, making her give a quick glance at her, she still couldn't believe she ended up along side Marie. So giving another smile, she glanced back towards RTV.

“Morons…”

Lari quickly moved a bit away from Marie and took the chance he was occupied with Smiley to aim the crystals towards his chest, but sadly for her, he sized down and even managed to dodge two of the crystals, 3 of them tho- managed to make crystal like holes in his coat.

She felt his gaze locking on her and freezed for a moment before shaking her head and dashing at full speed in his direction, but something catch the attention of the upper eyes of her mask as they looked to the side and saw....T H E L E V I A T H A N ? NO- not the time for that...The upper eyes turned they attetion back to RTV.

He managed to dodge Sci attack, grabbing her by the collar soon after, and then tossing her to the side. Lari made a high jump ignoring the laws of physics as usual and prepared to give him a powerfull kick in his TV head, just to same TV quick switch around to avoid her attack...Sneaky bastard.

When she missed the hit she didn't hesitated to summon more crystals behind her in a attempt to hit his head this time...Is not like this would be enough to kill him anyway, but at least it will keep him away for a while...She stared at him furiously while preparing herself.

“It looks like we are simply MEANT to cross paths...Allow me to get RID of that though.”

He snapped his fingers and the moment she was going to aim the crystals on him...They disintegrated...She looked back and saw they quickly turning into dust and disappearing...oh...OH FUCK-

Her hair fluffed up at the now realization that her magic could no longer be used... She quickly moved away from him and got into a defensive position, only to see the ribbon girl- MAN SHE HAD TO KNOW HER NAME URGENTLY- anyway, it seemed like she wouldn't have to worry about RTV now since the girl took her place and attacked him with her sick tentacles, making him retreat, and now that he was away she could start panicking.

She began to desperately try to summon them, but nothing, she even began to snap her fingers again and again…But the result was the same, she looked at the purple crystal she was carrying in her neck, taking a better look at it…It had a static color…He really blocked her magic, now if she already didn't stand a chance against him before, NOW SHE DEFINITELY DOESN'T!

The pupils of her mask eyes started to get a little frantic, almost not noticing RTV growing again and Marie attacking him, that until she heard "NIRA!" out loud and finally came back to reality again, she needed to stop doing this at times like this-

Another finger snap echoed, she started hearing bone cracking sounds and quickly looked at the TVs, seeing mini versions of the oversized idiot appearing now…"THIS IS BAD, REALLY BAD-" She started desperately using all the eyes of her mask to locate the position of each of them…But she failed to see Nira approaching Sci and touching her face with her little black hands beside her, why she was-

Another second later the fish body went slack, eyes rolling back as she lost consciousness and her previous movement turned into an uncontrolled spin-

"Shit-"

She attempted to dodge but Sci was to close, hitting Lari and sending her floating back. Her mask eyes closed for a moment from the impact just to open again and look at her side and see...

A finger pointing right at her...Her eyes narrowed a bit at the bright electric light as she unconsciously moved a arm towards her chest, to protect it...And then it hit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

The power of the electricity was so strong that despite her regeneration, several red lines appeared on her arm up to her neck in a matter of milliseconds. The eyes of her mask glowed a bright white, making her roll her eyes behind it as she screamed at a volume that echoed slightly... Her body trembled as she felt she was being burned from the inside out, that is until she felt something holding her from behind, she could barely see what or who it was…

Her body was almost paralyzed, even though now she was in motion. She could barely breathe properly, damn, if he had hit her heart, maybe the damage would have been a thousand times worse... Her ears were making an unbearable ringing inside her head, her breathing was fast as if she were searching for oxygen that wasn’t even there. But then she seemed to catch something reflecting in the corner of her vision, making her stop and focus on what she was seeing...It looked like metal under the sun... Wait a-

Her regeneration started to take effect, allowing her to slightly turn back, noticing she was being held in the mouth of a Razorwhip, who seemed quite worried about the condition of her small ally, her wings gliding in the air while her tail was already ready to attack the now countless clones of the TV head…Sigh- Looks like Marie was officially her live savior at this point… She really didn't want to cause this much trouble to her-

Her breathing began to stabilize as she continued being carried by Marie, who landed a little ahead where it seemed safer despite the numerous clones that had appeared around, then placing her on the ground, already preparing to defend her despite barely knowing her. Lari noticed this and immediately forced herself to stand up, to Marie’s surprise, there was no way she would let Marie face this alone after everything that had happened.

Lari slowly stood up, staggering a bit in the process, the dragon responded with a worried sound as Lari quickly managed to raise a hand up to try and reassure her.

"Calm down- arGh- Everything is alright ok? I'm fine- see?"

She lowered her hand and looked at her arm, slightly null with marks of electricity, which seemed to quickly disappear and return to how it was before, even Lari herself raised her arm and analyzed it for a moment before giving a relieved sigh and looking back at the dragon.

"I'll live don't worry, it takes more than a shock to kill me!"

Lari spoke with a somewhat proud tone despite the near-death situation she had just been through...Marie seemed to look at her from head to toe, not buying that at all... Lari herself was confused by this and decided to take a second look at her own condition and... Now she understood that look...The sleeve of one of her arms, the one she used to defend herself against RTV, was completely wrecked, not to mention a few holes here and there in her vest, aside from the bullet hole in the back of her shoulder. How did she not noticed all of this? Good thing at least she was wearing a shirt underneath this vest, that was quite resistant to damage...Quality stuff really makes all the difference-

She noticed movement of a few clones approaching them, making Marie immediately get alarmed and ready herself for battle...Lari gave a quick glance at her own hand, opening and closing her palm until long black claws appeared...Transformation...Seems like this is the only thing she could use right now to fight...Time to be good for once.

So giving a quick turn towards Marie, she spoke in a loud enough voice for her to hear despite the growls she was giving at the clones.

"MARIE!- Take care of the others! I'll try to create a passage for yall-"

Lari said, preparing to transform and destroy as many of these things as she could, but Marie didn’t like that plan at all, since she lowered her head towards Lari, making the same take a small step back as she watched the dragon let out a loud growl.

"Wha- COME ON! You are literally one of the only people here, that I saw, who have all the capacity to protect the others easily, you already saved my ass in a beat 2 times now! Let me be the tank for you now will ya?"

The dragon responded by giving her a strong smack with her tail on the back of her head, a piece of metal hitting your head definitely hurt.

"OuCH- okay OKAY FINE-!"

Lari grunted as she prepared for battle, shifting her form to something close to RTV’s original height, though still a bit shorter by around 1–2 feet. She grew crossed horns and long deer-like ears, huge claws, and a long snake-like tail with a crystal stinger at the end… She quickly shook her hair a bit, making it stand up before relaxing again. Marie seemed somewhat perplexed by what she had just witnessed.

"So...Are you ready?"

She said while raising both her hands close to her chest, her tail giving a strong slap on the floor as she smiled at Marie...The Razorwhip let out an amused huff while staying in a fighting position...The clones preparing to attack them.

"That the best BEAST WINS!"

Lari slammed her knuckles together forcefully three times for effect, while Marie spread her wings and raised the spikes on her tail, preparing to cut down those damn grinning foes just like she had done with Wr3n’s bots... And then, they prepared their fingers...Time for the dragons to shine.

Both let out a roar and charged to their respective sides, Lari going one way while Marie went another, dodging some of the shots fired at them by the Mini RTVs… Lari sprinted toward them with everything and then leaped forward, landing on all fours, suddenly increasing her speed. She locked onto one target and slammed into his stomach with her head, then stomped firmly on the ground and lifted her head upward with full force while he was still on top of her, leading him to orbit.

GAME!

Refocusing on the other clones, she quickly positioned her mask to take a shot that hit it directly, but instead of damaging her, it energized her mask, making her hair stand on as the tips lifted slightly, just for a moment, she resembled a porcupine. She then took advantage of the electricity in her mask and dashed toward the clone, attempting to transfer the electricity to it and knock him out. However, the clone dodged her charge, only to see her quickly spin and whip it with her tail, striking its side and knocking him down.

He didn’t die, and was already getting back up, and as Lari was preparing to finish him off, she suddenly felt something grabbing her from behind in a chokehold and forcefully stepping on her tail, making her let out a loud yelp. She struggled, placing her hands on the arm that was around her neck, but then she quickly dropped down and repositioned her body, throwing her attacker forward. He tried to grasp onto her side, but ended up falling instead, giving her the perfect opportunity to stomp on its screen, finishing him once and for all.

Only to receive a harsh uppercut straight to her chin, making her stagger backward, lifting her head up as blood dripped from her mouth due to the impact, her tail tried to stabilize her so she wouldn’t fall or be sent flying, and as she turned her head forward, she then received a jab right on her mask, making her be thrown back. "Dammit, those things actually knows how to fight!-" She grunted, trying to take control of the situation, managing to support herself back onto the ground… Then, the clone dashed forward, preparing another punch, just to her caught it with her palm, struggling slightly as she smiled at him. He didn’t hesitate to try hitting her with his other hand, only for her to catch it too with her free hand. Lari arms trembled slightly as she clenched her fists and abruptly yanked the clone toward her, raising her head, then bringing it down with full force, slamming it into the top of its head. The sound of cracking glass echoed as she followed through with a frontal kick, sending it flying backward…Seems like that one wouldn’t be getting up anymore.

She breathed heavily, struggling a bit as she wiped the blood from her mouth, her body quickly regenerating from the blows she had just received. Turning toward Marie to check if she had better luck, she noticed her focused on a group of clones in front and to one side of her. Marie didn’t seem to see one of them trying to sneak up behind her, preparing a shot… Lari eyes widened, and she huffed- "OH NO YOU DON'T!"

Lari began running like a beast toward the clone that was nearly ready to fire, shouting loudly to gets his attention and distract him from his target.

"HERE I COME!"

The clone looked in her direction with a grin, only for that same grin quickly vanish and turn into worry one as it seemed to attempt redirecting the shot toward her, but it was already too late.

(Puts gift cutely, and yes Lari did exactly that :3)

She jumped towards him, mouth open, biting into his TV head, causing both to roll several meters ahead. He missed the shot, and Lari took advantage of that, clenching her teeth into his screen and back head, the easiest part for her to bite, and tightened her grip, shards of glass entered her mouth as she managed to rip his head off… erGH- she spat out some of the glass and ran her tongue over the back of her teeth to check if it was all gone. Then, she quickly turned her attention back to the fight, grabbing the clone carcass with both hands and lifting it up as a shield while electric sounds crackled… His body trembled as if trying to come back to life, bizarre.

Looking behind her, she noticed she was now taking care of Marie back, who had already taken care of the other clones surrounding her before jumpscaring the other one. That made Lari grin with excitement as she shifted her mask eyes back to the clones still firing at the corpse she was using as a shield… Combo time!

With that, she threw the clone body upward and whipped it hard with her tail, sending it flying towards the two clones shooting at her. Lari heard a strong metal sound cutting something off and then saw debris floating through the air. "Oh-" she blinked before quickly dropping to all fours to dodge a tail strike that sent sharp spikes at the trapped clones, effortlessly impaling them.

"OOOoOO nice!"

She turned to Marie, watching her give a powerful wing strike that sliced some of the clones in half. Their bodies floated as pieces of metal scattered through the air, their fingers losing the electrical charge they'd been preparing, Lari took the opportunity of Marie still partially open wing to leap onto it.

"TOSS ME!"

Thanks to Marie powerfull wings and Lari relatively light weight despite her new form, the Razorwhip swiftly lifted her wing upward, launching Lari high into the air. Taking advantage of the space-like gravity, she simply adjusted her stance, preparing to propel herself, just like she did back at the Void when she needed to float to attack or escape.

And with that she began to spin, transforming herself a little into a ball (Sonic style) and going with everything back to the ground, right where the clone was… Marie released another fire blow but ended up missing, making the Mini RTV prepare to shoot her, but the Razorwhip took a quick look up and noticed the black ball quickly approaching and gave a quick dash back, keeping her body sideways to the clone, who didn't seem to understand why and continued charging his attack, only for Lari to uncurl and give him a strong tail slam, breaking him in half.

She landed with a loud THUD her tail positioned like a scorpion’s, eyes locking onto Marie, who scanned the area, it seemed they had got rid of all the clones in that area.

"HAHA! GG! Ya know, this actually IS a bit fun! Ignoring the parts where I get beated up of course...Cough cough."

Lari said in an amused tone, before lowering her voice at the last part and letting out a fake cough, covering her mouth while taking another glance at the destruction they had caused. Until more of them appeared, circling them…

"Are you kidding me...Just HOW MANY CLONES DOES THIS BASTARD HAVE?!?!"

She shouted, raising both hands slightly in frustration, looks like RTV have an automatic farm somewhere here in the TV dimension…That until RTV voice echoed so loudly that even the deafest person would hear it.

"ENOUGH!!! Now, ALL OF YOU! You had all your fun here enough. CONGRATS! You and your abilities, resourcefulness, teamwork and... sneaky...unheard talents...I'm impressed... well, half, Impressed."

She glanced between RTV and his clones for a moment, unwilling to let them catch her and Marie off guard, then she started hissing loudly at them, hearing the metal spikes on Marie’s tail preparing for more strikes.

"H-Hey, leave them all alone...It's me you want!"

Wait, after everything, NOW YOU ARE!- urgh, she wasn't about to let this happen after all that.

"Hm… perhaps a little too late, dear SMG4. The fault of one is the fault of all of them. Besides, THIS kind of behavior is exactly why I'm not letting you go."

Lari eyed the clones again as they closed in, her hissing growing louder, while her hair fluffled up like a snake.

"Again... as for... you two...Do you think that little stunt was to show me up?"

What did they did? She was to busy fighting with Marie to notice her surroudings- then she heard Marie growling at the clones too, ready to attack-

"Hm... not much of a talker? And even after back at the Film Department? Now... people as high as I, have their secrets, and you two are the first in line to hear it...Well... My secret?"

She curiously stopped hissing to tilt her head a bit in curiosity, her ears tilting a bit, man she really needed to work in that-

"Sometimes... QUIET PEOPLE PISS ME OFF!"

Welp i'm dammed then-

however one of them started growing up, breaking free from his grip.

"W-What. Are. YOU???"

The big one took advantage of his surprise to grab her other version out of his grip and run away…Marie also got this chance to attack the RTVs with her spikes, making Lari go for it and run towards them, grabbing one of the spikes from the ground and piercing into the clone chest, fighting time!

Holding the clone with the spike lodged in its chest, she threw it upwards only for Marie to jump, flapping her wings to make her higher while taking advantage of the lack of gravity, and with a powerful whip strike, Marie sent it crashing into the others, some of them dodged. Lari quickly glanced at Marie’s tail and had a funny idea, jumping and suddenly holding her tail, causing Marie to look at her mid-flight.

"BERSEKER STYLE!"

Marie understood what she meant and spun around while she was still flying, throwing her with full-force towards the clones, one of them widened his eyes as she turned into a ball and detonated him, Marie took the chance and flew quickly downwards, opening her wings and cutting through the middle of the nearby clones, landing right next to her...Unfortunately for both of them, there were still many others.

Suddenly, a loud gunshot echoed, a sound she knew all too well in this case...Then one of a shattering TV, what just happened?

"No... 'REAL MEEEE'!!!!!!!”

Lari turned to witness the larger version of that mechanical fox taking a massive shot to the chest, red blood pouring out, however it was slowly shifting to blue as it floated alongside what appeared to be cards, the mini version of herself approached, crying.

"56 now...,”

“I-It's been nice... meeting you all. T-thanks, for the tour....O-Other... you,... You better return home in my place, yes?,"

Then she seemed to go limp, releasing a umbrella she had been holding…RTV crossed his arms, and then people around started crying, once again in shock.

"'Real'... 'REAL'?! Real... No... Please... What am I going to do?"

Lari just watched the scene with a neutral look, she was never the type to cry over the death of someone she didn't know or had no connection with, and… Death… wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to her...So she just focused on everyone's reactions, glancing at Marie who also seemed in shock.

"This feels wrong… Replacing the original? This… has to be a dream? It has to…”

Hmm…Was she too indifferent for not reacting? She continued observing the crowd, keeping track of the clones and the massive RTV.

“Do you realize... how she was enjoying the tour?”

"Something feels off." Lari muttered only for herself to hear, narrowing her mask eyes at the robotic fox...Why did this all seem so strange? She swore she had heard that tone somewhere before…

"Seeing her memories... So many good things... How....."

She sniffled, crying a bit more...UhH- Somethings tells her that this seemed forced and genuine at the same time...Was she pretending?

“How she learned to grow, how it took her a long time to adjust and make friends, despite being on the spectrum…”

The fox placed a blanket on her now dead self, holding her close..."I- SUPPOSE- i'm a bit soulless." Lari thought, not really getting emotional as she was probably supposed too, maybe because is wasn't to her or anyone she knew? Or because despite the fact that now 2 people died she somehow didn't considered herself in great danger? EVEN AFTER MANAGING TO DEFEND HERSELF IN THE LAST SECOND FROM RTV SHOT???? Maybe that's a reason of her acting like this right now...Maybe shielding that attack boosted a bit of her non existent ego-

"She enjoyed all the departments... getting a compliment for how she looked... how she interacted with the SMG3 Gang... Oh. The last time she saw the latter,... was that they were a lot... happier than before she met them. Did... did she do something more special?... Like the green drink, the peculiar game, or the anime she was given the honors to pick? Was she …like a second Axol, to them?"

"What is she talking about-" Lari said in mind, the pupils of her mask getting confused, she glanced at Marie again, noticing her empathetic about this all...Had [Redacted] affected her that deeply?

“She... she...She even cleaned your clothes when you were down..., and not even once, attacked you physically. She never had the intention to, b-because-...S-she was just a visitor, wanting to enjoy it all. Have a good time. And she did... Now she's gone... all that is left is a carbon copy... Knowing her, do you know what she would say... after what happened? Since I'm her...Mr Puzzles, I forgive you."

Lari noticed a subtle movement in RTV, she noticed he balling his fist...She then looked up at his face, he had that calm expression, but he seemed to hold himself back.

“It was her great day... It was a great day…”

It was a great day until i came here to see RTV face, and i'm greatly regretting not being on my bed sleeping right now.

“It was indeed a GREAT day…until someone had to mess it up. Shame.”

He spoke, his voice apathetic...Lari started couting the seconds for him to snap "3...2...1-"

“ENOUGH OF THIS SOB STORY!”

Lari blinked each of her eye mask lazily, until they widened up when RTV started to seized up, looming over everyone, hand grabbing TV’s on the side with such force that dents were left behind.

“You think you can BEAT me here? In MY world?!”

"Yes." Lari said boldly as always while raising one hand, Marie looked at her and seemed to cluckle a bit at her sudden declaration.

He now pointed a finger at the dead Rayas.

“THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU!”

"Hopefully not-" Lari voice at this point was like a hater in the back of the crown giving critics or responding like that was a question and not a real estantment...Then he let out a crackle that slowly turned lower and lower until his screen switched to a cold sneer.

“You’re right. Why TALK it out when you can FIGHT it out?”

A small smile now was settled on his face, as he slightly bowed down, hand on his chest.

“Well, it appears you’ve made your decision and I’ve made MINE...56 participants to go...Sorry, but I’m not hiring for a movie sequel. This ends here and NOW.”

Both Lari and Marie got surprised when the clones decided to attack them recklessly...And sadly for Lari, she got a huge hit on the stomach that send her flying backward, crashing into Marie and then into a massive TV that immediately began pulling both of them in with intense force as Lari begins to panic.

"NONONONONONO-"

And just like that, she entered the TV, static filling everything in sight…Her head started aching, forcing her back into her original form, the pupils of her mask vanishing as voices echoed in her mind, a conversation from a long-buried memory.

...

"Where- where am I??"

"Your new home."

"W-why am i-I gLi TcHiN g?? Why does it h U R T!- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!?!"

...

"...What had to be done."

The memory ended as she landed on what felt like grass, her mask eyes shutting completely while she quickly got up, shaking her head slightly and placing a hand over her mask, trying to process what she had just remembered. "Dammit, why remembering this now?" she thought, before realizing that it was probably triggered by the static that reminded her of the Forgotten Zone.

Lari started piecing the situation together and then realized something- EXTREMELY important: she had hit Marie.

That made her quickly turn toward the dragon, who was partially lying down, lifting herself up slightly and shaking off from the impact. In a flash, Lari rushed toward her, waving her hands in an embarrassed manner.

"I'M SO SORRY!- I DIDN'T MEAN TO HIT YA-"

Marie responded by giving a reassuring sound, but suddenly stopped and stepped forward quickly…Huh? Lari looked up, almost blinded by the brightness, but not completely, thanks to her mask protecting her real eyes, then she realized they were surrounded by…Vikings?

There were other people with them, like the little ghost with wing-shaped earrings and a tail with a blue line from earlier, and pausing to notice this one more closely, she seemed to resemble a dragon, making Lari subtly narrow her real eyes behind her mask at her, almost as if examining her. However, her focus soon shifted to other individuals, like a one-eyed creature, the guy with the hat and pinkish hair, the smiley maniac, and a…What the- Is that a ball of hair?- oh wait- it’s a person-

More people started gathering, including the meme guardian itself...She then noticed the Vikings taking a combat stance, prompting her to quickly reopen her mask eyes to give her better visibility in case of another fight.

“We…come in peace?”

SMG4 tried to reason with the scared and angry Vikings, she gave a little peek at the Razorwhip, who seemed quite wary of her surroundings.

“In peace, you have a dragon with you!”

Stoick the Vast...This one would be hard to convince, she looked where he pointed and was got a bit more alert when it was towards Marie and the little ghost, already preparing to change form if necessary.

“Well…”

While SMG4 searched for words, she heard something unusual and glanced back at Marie, only to see her transforming into another dragon within seconds…A Whispering Death, thin and long body with enormous spikes and a mouth full of rotating mandibles. Seeing one up close was both cool and slightly terrifying…She took a few steps back, watching as Marie swiftly dug a tunnel with impressive speed.

“Quick!”

He yelled to the group before jumping into the hole, sliding rapidly down into the darkness. Lari simply shrugged and leaped in after him, falling into the shadows, her mask pupils glowed in the dim environment as she followed the meme guardian, hearing the distant echoes of digging…A few lights flickered behind her, probably from flashlights, good thing she was used to the dark and could see just fine.

She took a moment to glance at the others again, putting both hands into her vest pockets, some of them seemed uncertain, even a little scared, not that she could blame them. Noticing the grinning one, he looked…Uhh- she wasn’t sure how to describe it, but something about him felt off, despite the massive smile he was giving. Should she thank him for saving her earlier?- hmm…Nah…

...

Maybe? She’d figure that out when she gets home-

Eventually the tunnel led upwards until sunlight could be seen lighting through, showing Marie made the breakthrough. Lari gived some quick steps now climbing back up to the surface, realizing they were now surrounded by the woods…"Wait- where is-"

She glanced back, spotting the Whispering Death hiding from the brightness. "Ah…Almost forgot-" She moved closer to the hole, ready to provide cover if needed…Others began gathering.

“Alright, everyone here? Let’s find a portal and move on to the next channel. If we are lucky, we aren’t too far from 999…”

A deep growl made her instantly alert, looking the source of the sound was…Toothless? "Oh yeah, of course." he started showing off row of teeth.

“Ah great…Hey, we don’t want any trouble. In fact, we will be right out of your scales-”

Lari saw Marie peeking from the tunnel, causing the Night Fury growls to intensify..."Oh fu--" She remembered that in the series, those two were rivals-

In the next second both of them started to grow more agitated with toothless now instantly changing into a attack position, maw opening...Lari braced herself to step in-

“Toothless, wait!”

A boy now came skipping from the side to the night fury’s side, quickly turning his head in the other direction...Lari narrowed her mask eyes, then widened them, Hiccup had entered the scene.

“What are you doing?!”

Then he turned his gaze to them...Now that's a bit awkward.

“You have one too…?”

Marie showed no sign of easing down, nor did the smaller black dragon too.

“Yeah…No worries though, she’s 100% harmless...Listen, we can’t exactly stay here and I don’t think the majority wants us here anyway…You don’t happen to have seen a black and white square?”

I don't think this is gonna work out SMG4-

“Oh! Yeah, me and Toothless saw it some time ago, but didn’t get very close.”

Nevermind-

“What is it exactly?”

Hiccup curiously asked, Lari just slowly started shaking her head like she was saying "buddy you don't wanna know."

“Our way home...Where is it located?”

“I can show you!”

“...or that.”

They watched Hiccup jump in Toothless back that didn't seemed very fond of the idea and began to take flight.

“Hey! We can’t all fly!”

“Oh, right…”

After following Hiccup and Toothless for a while, they spotted the portal located at a cliff along the coast...Taking a look at her back she saw the ground rising, proof of Marie moving through the ground due to the sunlight.

“That’s it...I actually had so many more questions to ask. Like how did you meet your dragon? And who are these other people? You know, the…not human looking ones.”

SMG4 rubbed his neck, giving a glance to Marie.

“You could say we ran into each other and now are sticking together to survive...Alright, let’s go guys!”

Lari nodded and went with the others…Taking a long breath and entering the portal, and once again static, another memory coming… But a different voice this time.

"Does this all is just a game for you?!"

"A good history can't have just rainbows and butterflies in it all right? For it to have T A S T E, It needs a bit suffering and pain."

"YOU ARE [Redacted] PEOPLE!-"

"Oh don't be dramatic- what fun would it have if everything was easy?"

Memory ended as she crossed the portal, giving her head a light tap to return to normal…"This is weird…I don't usually remember these things." Lari noticed the place, the broad dark hallway. The pupils of her mask turned into spirals as she quickly closed her eyes again. Taking a quick look around she searched for the Whispering Death, only to realize that it was nowhere in sight, she took another quick look in all directions and then realized that Marie had returned to normal, she gave a relieved sigh when she saw her…She was probably dizzy.

“Oh hey, you’re alive as well.”

“Where did you end up?”

“How to train your dragon. You?

“Hell.”

PFFFFFFF- DAMN BRO- she almost laughed out loud at that, hopefully it wasn't the literal hell.

“If we are all together again we may as well continue.”

“Right…”

Everyone now continued through the black hallways much similar to that of a generic house...Then at the end of the hallway, a door, opening it revealed a kid's room. And a giant TV placed at the back of the wall, displaying static.

She honestly don't want to have more flashbacks...

But then SMG4 stepped through, soon the others following...She sighed and looked a bit around, giving a long breath in and out and entering.

"What is the meaning of this...?"

"Specify.."

"THIS [Redacted]!!!"

"Ah...This-...Well, I just got...a bit mad."

Another memory with another voice, but what the hell was going on huh? Was RTV playing with her now? No, no...There must be something here that is triggering them, not just the static from the portals...Right?...And speaking of portals, the one behind them disappeared.

“It’s a loop?”

“Only one way to find out.”

They walked to another portal, Lari hearing voices in her head again…But this time they were lower.

"Do you undestand what you're doing here?!"

"Yes i do, giving everyone here a reason to NOT mess with me."

Other voices, but besides them some muffled ones of two people fighting could be heard from one of the doors, Animsay decided to open it only to reveal an empty living room…Although the sounds were still coming out of there.

“Getting major horror flick vibes here…”

“The Conjuring maybe?”

Another portal into the kid's room, and there we go once more.

Everything repeated, but while the voices in her head began to fade, the sounds of the environment grew louder, something she was oddly grateful for. Yet this time, instead of the fighting, there was a door being slammed.

Another portal, and they repeated the same process again. Now, it was clear that a male voice was screaming, though the words were too muffled to understand.

Once more… She caught something from the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t quite make out what it was in the kid’s room.

Again, and this time, a clear image formed of a familiar silhouette of Puzzles leaving the room, walking straight through the crowd before vanishing into the shadows…That made her tense up a little, her mask eyes still shut.

One more time, and now an ominous trail of static liquid led to the room they kept entering again and again…SMG4 pushed open the door, and instead of a giant TV waiting for them…A much smaller one, stuffed into the body of a child.

The same static liquid was dripping from the screen, onto its shoulders and floor...

"So this is how you feel about your past, huh? How…Sad…You really had nothing good in your past, did you? For you to want to erase it and replace it with false memories. Yes… That would actually be wonderful, wouldn’t it? To erase all of yours mistakes." Lari slowly raised a hand, staring at it, while distant screams echoed inside her mind…Then she swiftly shook her head, making them stop.

"Meh, who wouldn’t want that, honestly-" Lari simply shrugged, speaking to herself inside her head. "I mean, I’m already sick of remembering the delicious slice of Red Velvet cake I dropped years ago because I turned around too fast…Aw, my poor cake- F for you." Her mask released a single black tear from one of her bottom eyes, which she dramatically wiped away with a finger.

Something tells you she's making that up...She stares at a wall for a moment.

"Hmmm…Now that I think about it, are we really that different? I mean…We both have our own rules in our respective dimensions. Our own thoughts about basically everything…And even…[Redacted]."

Hahahah…I can already imagine what you’d say if you knew "what I am." You would look at me with that annoying grin of yours and say, “You are nothing more than a HYPOCRITE.”

Lari glanced around…Observing everyone’s reactions. "After all this, will any of us try to stay in touch? I know I need to do something about that one." She turned toward the floating smile guy… Then let out a long sigh, briefly eyeing Marie. "…If she knows what I had done in my dimension… Would she still want to talk to me?" She stared for a while longer before shifting her focus back to the kid. "I doubt it…But i'm still owing her for everytime she saved me." She began counting on her fingers how many times Marie had defended her.

Suddenly, she snapped out of her thoughts, stopping mid-count when she saw the little Puzzles stir and back away…He was alive? In that state? Man, he had to be in so much pain right now.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…I’m SMG4.”

SMG4 said, kneeling down infront of him and offering a hand, the kid seemed to be very scared of them, but eventually reached forward, giving his hand a small shake, before quickly letting go again...She just stared at this.

“Nice to meet you too, dude...Look, me and my friends are trying to find a way out. Do you happen to know the way to Channel 999?”

The kid gived a quick nod then suddenly walked past them, grabbing the hand of the first person that was standing to the side, the leviathan, so she simply watched him pulling her along...The same fish didn't seemed very sure of that but allowed her to led by the kid who was now walking back into the hallway and opened another door.

It seemed very small at first but the more people entered, the more it seemed to expand...It remembered a bit of her house in her dimension, but it worked waaay differently that this, making her curiously look around...Noticing a saw lying on the floor right in front of another portal...She looked at it for a while...More screams echoing in her head as she forced herself to look away...Entering yet...Another portal.

"Why do you give up so easily?"

"I just can't keep up..."

"Or maybe it's because you prefer to choose the easiest option."

URGH- That was louder this time, a flash of a dark and white figure lurking in the shadows…Shit even here she was chasing her? Hah...That's so her.

But she quickly turned her focus to the now massive RTV, his TV head leaning on his hand as he eyed them with barely hidden contempt…The small squirrel, who she now learned was named "Nira"was standing next to the portal, her eyes flickering with static, a clear sign she was definitely not to be trusted.

“It took you a while, maybe even LONGER than the crew.”

RTV now drawled, his gaze briefly landing on SMG4 before shifting to the little version of himself, who immediately noticed and tried to hide behind Sci. A chuckle escaped RTV, though it seemed more hysterical than usual.

“Ah and OF COURSE you once again couldn’t help to stay away from things that don’t CONCERN you.”

He now straightened, hands placed next to the portal as the colorful maniacal smile now popped up on his screen.

“So…who’s ready for the FINALE?”

Everything turned upside down when people started attacking, Lari instantly shifted into her previous form, scanning for ways to handle the maniac despite her obvious disadvantage…What was here that could be used against him? She couldn't transform into her biggest's forms because she wasn't in her dimension, and to make matters worse, her magic got blocked, making a second option of transforming into something big go straight down into the pit.

She blinks a bit and look at her sides..."Hang on"...Whe began scanning the area quickly despite all the chaos.

"Marie?"

She spoke in a low voice, starting to grow restless as she frantically scanned her surroundings- oh shit shit SHIT-

Out of nowhere, a massive leviathan emerged, charging straight at RTV… She watched the enormous being wield its trident against the grinning idiot…But after a moment of admiration, she snapped back to her mission: finding Marie!

After weaving through some participants, she heard a sound that was oddly familiar… Quickly dropping to all fours and picking up her pace, she rushed behind a rock and caught sight of a gigantic white tail spinning downward before vanishing in a tunnel.

"Was that…THE G O A T?" Lari faintly heard the sound of something being destroyed beneath her, almost like a mini earthquake…It clearly was the dragon she was thinking.

Lari swiftly climbed the rocks just in time to see the big Leviathan being knocked down by RTV, only for an enormous albino dragon resembling a Whispering Death to erupt from the ground and bite into his arm, spinning him around before launching him into a rock formation.

"OH MY GAAAAWD-"

She putted both hands on her head, impressed by the action. If this wasn’t a life-or-death situation, she’d have loved to grab a chair, pop some popcorn, and watch from the sidelines…HOWEVER! She had to do something, anything that could help them. She stared at her own hands for a moment. "Maybe this will work, but it won’t do much."

She altered her form even further, taking on a more draconic appearance while pressing both hands to her mask, which seemed to merge into her body before vanishing. When she looked again, she was slightly taller than before, four white eyes with black pupils, and a nose of a snake, her entire body darkened to pitch black, her hair turning white, along with the three iconic dots below one pair of eyes…She steadied herself on the rock, preparing for a jump...

"Yolo."

With that, she leaped extremely high, she wished she could fly now, but that would probably be more of a hindrance at this moment. Landing on the ground, she bolted across the rocky terrain, closing in on the battling titans ahead…The whole scenario was almost hilarious, there were three massive beings clashing, and suddenly, a lizard decided to join the brawl…She climbed one of the rocks, opened her mouth, and fired a blast at him, striking his screen. He glanced at her momentarily, and she prepared another blast, only for his screen to absorb it…Oh, come on- SERIOUSLY? She jumped back down, sprinting toward them.

At least she was fast, that was a win in all this, wait a- RIGHT! She turned invisible as she darted behind the rocks…Weaving her way through and dodging scattered debris, including white spikes, she managed to reach RTV, leaping onto his leg and swiftly climbing upward, her claws sinking into the fabric as she spiraled her way toward his torso. Upon reaching it, she jumped onto his functional arm, extending her sharp fangs outward and biting into the rigid metal…However, this instantly made her visible again, her body reappearing as she attempted to inflict some damage on him, her tail trying to coil around his arm. She didn’t notice his hand reaching in, and gripping her torso firmly before tearing her off his arm, some small teeth left lodged in it due to the speed… She quickly regenerated them while looking up at him.

"You SOMEHOW are more FOOLISH than the other one."

"HISSSSSSSSS!"

Lari showed her fangs at him as her stinger attempted to pierce his arm, making him glance at her with an expression of sheer disgust.

"Disgusting."

Then he began to squeeze her, bone cracking sounds were heard, causing her to scream and struggle as blood spilled from her mouth. Her head drooped for a moment, fighting to breathe and loosen herself from his grip…Until she slowly lifted her head again, speaking in a sharp, aggressive voice, staring him while blood still dripped from her mouth.

"Go...To hell."

"This isn’t the first time I hear that...Now do me a favor and PERISH!"

And with that his hand moved back just to throw her with everything towards the rocks… She flew for a while, not being able to look back until she heard another huge crack, colliding with a rock as she rolled to the ground…More blood falling from her mouth as her back was broken, shit… She tried to get up, only to tremble and fail miserably, her body struggling to regenerate, she was running out of power to be able to keep do it…

"Was...really that all I was able...to do?" She mumbled while coughing more blood..."Hah...How pathetic...I guess i really shouldn't have tried anything." Her eyes slowly started to close...filling her vision with nothing but the pitch black.

"Choosing the easiest path again?"

Lari opened her eyes again…Only to find a dark silhouette watching her, the countless white eyes with pupils that seemed to pierce through them, staring at her fixedly…She didn't seem to be in the void of the Puzzles dimension now, but in another void.

"I-....I- c-can't do much."

"This is not a excuse."

The creature hissed at her, Lari only looked at it defeated...Making it roll it's numberous eyes and said coldly.

"So this is it huh? What about Marie and SMG4 huh? Are you really willing to let them get hurt, after you was all proud and excited on the earliers fights? Are you willing to let them die because you wasn't strong enough to get up?"

That got a reaction on Lari, making her struggle a bit while slowly beginning to move her arms and legs to get up.

"no-"

"THEN GET UP AND FIGHT! USE ALL THAT POWER YOU STILL HAVE AND DO SOMETHING UNTIL YOU ARE NO LONGER CAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING ELSE!!! AND IF YOU DIE- at least you will die as a fighter."

She gritted her teeth as her regeneration slowly worked to heal her. Gradually, she pushed herself up on all fours, wobbling slightly, her vision shifting from complete darkness back to the void of the TV dimension, her tail struggled to support her as she leaned against the rock beside her…Her breathing was heavy, every inhale requiring force to keep herself standing. Huffing, with caused to smoke come out of her various nostrils at once, she sharpened her gaze back at the silhouette before her, which gave a wide grin.

"Now we are talking! NOW GO THERE AND HELP THE OTHERS!"

"AYE AYE [Redacted]!"

Lari was now fully healed, though she realized she wouldn’t be able to keep doing this for much longer, it was draining too much of her energy. She then started walking toward the battling titans…But before she moved forward, she stopped and looked back. The creature was no longer there. She gave a soft smile and continued, determined to do something to stop the TV maniac…But what could she do? Most of her attacks were useless…UNLESS INSTEAD OF FIGHTING HIM, SHE ACTED AS A DISTRACTION!! THAT COULD WORK!

(Theme inside her head)

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Lari sprinted forward like a wild creature toward them, but quickly changed her path to dart behind the rocks, turning invisible so he wouldn’t notice her, suddenly she halted when she spotted an oddly small stalagmite yet large enough for her to carry with her tail like a club. Opening her mouth, she fired at its base, breaking it free from the ground and coiling her tail around the thinner part. She then returned running, watching the giants battle as she maneuvered behind them, climbing a high rock formation and preparing for a jump…Reappearing from view.

She was behind RTV, now all she had to do was- JUMP- launching herself high and rolling slightly, still gripping the stalagmite with her tail while spinning to gain more speed, she started to descended rapidly and-

BONK!

She smacked him hard with the stalagmite, making him to turn quickly and see her falling infront of him, she gave a timid wave as he attempted to grab her, only for her to vanish, his grip missing her by an inch.

As soon as she hit the ground, she make way toward another tall formation… Reappearing and deciding to poke the bear with a short stick.

"HA! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!~"

The weird little black and white lizard grinned with excitement while taunting RTV, who turned toward her, part of his screen glitched.

"Tch- like if I want to waste my time in capturing a vermin."

"Okay, he took the bait- time to annoy him a little." She thought.

"Uhum right...like you definitely didn’t wasted a LOT of that just attempting to capture a certain blue guy, a rat and even a kid- and still FAILED!!! What silly me to think you had any chances in catching me~"

She gived a little flick in her own head with one claw, while her tail started wagging to one side and another teasingly.

"Because obviously you can't do that even in your own dimension...do you really need yours guards for everything? Damn you're pathetic- have you considered training? It may help that lack of skills-"

RTV seemed to tilt his eyes and she almost sure she hitted a nerve, making her give him a long smug smile, however that same smile quickly dropped when RTV started running towards her.

"It was at this moment she knew...She fucked up."

Desperately she whipped around to run and nearly slipped off the rocks, hearing rapid footsteps closing in on her.

"NOW YOU COME HERE PEST!"

She quickly glanced back, realizing not only had he obliterated the rock she was standing on, but he was also showing that terrifying expression and closing the gap at an alarming speed…Making her let out a seagull meme scream before running even faster.

"fuck Fuck FUCK FUCK- I DIDN’T ACTUALLY EXPECTED HIM TO GET THAT MAD!-" She heard a massive stomp, momentarily lifting her off the ground before she barely managed to land again and barely dodged a kick.

Apparently, the more she dodged him, the angrier he gets, because she was almost sure his speed was increasing by the second.

"OK [Redacted] TIME TO LOCK IN, ONE MORE TIME!! PLEASE, THAT I HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY AND POWER TO DISTRACT HIM UNTIL THE OTHERS GET THEMSELVES READY!!" With that, she kept running, catching a glimpse with her back eyes that he was preparing up another strike…Instinctively, she turned invisible to avoid the hit, and he appeared to slow down, looking at his surroundings irritably…Time to play tag.

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Ok that got WAAAAAAAAAAY too long lmao-

I was planning in making drawings, but sadly my laziness attacked and you know- (I'll prob draw them later in a better way)

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- She’s going to keep running in a direction away from the others, turning invisible every time he gets too close or prepares a hit.

- She surprisingly can keep up with RTV in terms of speed, but he’ll definitely outpace her eventually, because she’s smaller, meaning she has to dodge more obstacles while he charges straight through them, forcing her to stay invisible to avoid him.

- If someone else takes the lead and attacks him, she may climb or join in for a few strikes, but most will be fire blasts since claws, punches, kicks, bites, and tail strikes won’t deal any damage.

- If she realizes she’s not being much help, she’ll retreat back to SMG4 and the others…Staying on guard to protect them in case of danger.

(If you want feel free to use those lol)

Phrases she can say if he miss:

"MISS ME~"

"Are you even trying buddy?"

"DAMN! YOU REALLY SUCK!"

"Is this really all the power those 5 stars gives you? Jeez- what a wasted time."

Phrases she can say to get his attention if he loses sight of her:

"HEY LAMPPOST! I'M RIGHT HEREEE!"

"SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!!! You know what i said? YOU SLOW AS F#CK!!!"

"SCREEEEEEEEEEE-" *Creature noises*

"Cough cough- Hiiii RTV!~"

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