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eyekoninurarea · 19 days ago

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Your Idol: Debut Vlog Series

→ daniela avanzini x fem!idol!masc!reader

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word count: 986

series summary: in which a struggling girl group was suddenly brought into light when their debut came out of nowhere. everyone thought SIREN5 was just hype; a chaotic rookie group with a pretty concept and no substance. even KATSEYE wasn’t expecting much when they were assigned to mentor them before debut. but the moment the music hit, everything changed.

episode summary: wherein the first filming disaster is edited to the best the editors can, witness as sailors get to know more about their idols on the first episode.

authors note: this is quite literally like a filler, this is chapter 3 in vlog form for me to get a feel for writing in this format. this segment, messed up my frequently used emojis and my brain fried from all the usernames i had to think of jesus christ. give me your thoughts and opinions abt this kind of set up? next up, another experimental part Cami's first live.

The characterization in this fic does not, in any way, reflect that of the real people portrayed in this fic.

tag(s): fluff, suggestive content, nsfw, mdni (pls i beg), idol!reader being a loser trapped in a hot body, masc reader, reader having she/her pronouns, rough transitions, shitty characterization, messy, sex jokes, the author doesn't know how the music industry works.

[SIREN5 x KATSEYE: Debut Diary Ep. 1 — "First Contact (ft. Chaos, Confusion & Cringe)"]

Uploaded by: SIREN5 OFFICIAL

🟢 Premiered 4 hours ago | #SIREN5 #KATSEYE #SYRENCHAOS

🎬 [INTRO CLIP — SOFT MUSIC, FADE-IN TEXT]

> “SIREN5: DEBUT DIARY – A behind-the-scenes series documenting the rise of our newest global sirens. Welcome to chaos personified.”

📍SEGMENT 1: "5:50 AM: The Calm Before the Screech"

🎥 [CAMERA: Shaky handheld style, opening shot of Hana in the kitchen]

Caption: “Leader Hana, 5:50AM. Zero makeup. Infinite caffeine.”

🎙️ HANA (deadpan):

“We’ve been training at 6AM every single day for four years. And SYRE’s body still isn’t used to it.”

📷 Cuts to: Rina doing jumping jacks, singing fae-folk-rock gibberish

📷 Cuts to: Cami swearing at a rice cooker

📷 Cuts to: Amara looking like she has a 9–5 and is already over it

💬 FAN COMMENTS:

🧃@syrenshrine: “Rina has main character energy and no supervision.”

🔥@cami-solo-when: “I need a cami vs kitchen spin-off RIGHT NOW.”

☕@Amaraismycomfort: “Amara with a protein shake and lip balm is my 2025 moodboard.”

💀@rip-syre: “SYRE really fighting for her life every morning huh.”

😭@hanahelps: “Hana blinking in Morse code. Send help.”

🎥 Cue thump, slipper throw, and this offscreen gem:

> “Tell Geffen I’m dead. They’ll have to debut with four.”

📷 Cuts to: Cami laughing her ass off

> “Girl, you wrote the debut song. What are you talking about?”

📍SEGMENT 2: "KATSEYE VISITS: AND EVERYTHING FALLS APART"

🎥 Crisp 4K footage. Door opens. Screaming erupts immediately.

📷 Cut to KATSEYE looking STUNNED at the doorway like they just walked into a zoo exhibit.

[Screen Text Overlay: “?????????”]

📷 Cut to Hana body-blocking like a trained security agent

> Caption: “Composure: barely hanging on.”

🎙️ HANA:

“Good morning. Sorry for the mess. We usually train early. Today was… a late start.”

📷 Cami offscreen yelling about hot oil and nipples. Staff shrieking in subtitles.

📷 Megan whispers to Yoonchae: “Did she just—”

📷 Manon ducks as Daniela merely glances at the flying feather headband

📷 Lara sidesteps a flying tank top

💬 FAN COMMENTS:

🤸‍♀️@katseyekollective: “Lara dodging flying tank tops like a warrior 😭”

🌈@laraismytype: “Flirty Lara meets feral Rina. I smell a crossover.”

😩@softmeganclub: “Megan looked so stressed the entire time and I love her for it.”

😂@danielashasfallen: “Daniela watching the chaos like she’s watching art happen in real time.”

🎥 Cue: Amara brushing her teeth mid-walk like a background NPC

> “Oh hey, the cool kids are here.”

📷 Cami emerges like glitter-fueled thunder:

> “Oh my god. Are we filming? Are we hot? Is that Megan in my house? IS THAT RISING GLOBAL POP STAR SENSATION LARA RAJ?!?! Is this a lucid dream or should I remove the bra from the lamp?”

📷 Camera pans over to the lamp in question; the bra is covered in a pixelated mess of squares and intense censorship.

💬 FAN COMMENTS:

🤸‍♀️@iwishcamiisreal: “Not Cami quoting Manon in front of Manon”

🌈@laraismytype: “IS THAT RISING GLOBAL POP STAR SENSATION LARA RAJ?!?! 😫😫😫 cami is so relatable i fear”

🐧@amarathelivingtruth: “AMARA ONE CHANCE PLS OMG SHE LOOKS SO DOMESTIC PLS LOOK MY WAY”

🦨@geniussyresimp: "HELP- THE CENSORED BRA I'M WEEPING"

📍SEGMENT 3: "SYRE.exe has stopped responding"

🎥 Door creaks open. You emerge like a disaster princess in a penguin onesie.

📷 Zoom in on your half-conscious face

📷 Daniela. On the couch. Watching. Smirking. Glowing.

📷 Cut to you looking at your slipper. Counting your fingers. Then back to Daniela.

[Screen Overlay: Existential crisis loading…]

🎙️ SYRE:

“Nope. Not dreaming. No [BEEP] way. [BEEP] me gently with a chainsaw.”

📷 Zoom in on Cami absolutely losing it.

📷 Cue the fall. SYRE faceplants. Everyone freezes. Daniela stands, concerned.

🎙️ SYRE:

“I hate this timeline. I’ll just die here, Please don’t perceive me, I'm in the process of decomposing. But please pretend none of this happened. Especially not the scratching. Or the counting. Or the internal breakdown. I’d like to start this day over and this time not emotionally detonate in front of my crush, uh… I mean a colleague. Industry peer. Company sister. Fellow idol. Woman I respect very respectfully.”

💬 FAN COMMENTS:

🫠@syrebraincell: “‘Please don’t perceive me’ IS SO REAL.”

🐧@syrelivinghertruth: “DID Y’ALL SEE SYRE IN THE PENGUIN ONESIE. I’M IN SHAMBLES.”

💘@syrexdanielacore: “Syre seeing Daniela was like a Sims character spotting death.”

🧼@rinabrafanacc: “SYRE TRIPPED OVER RINA’S BRA AND TRIPPED OVER HER WORDS TOO. I’M NOT OKAY.”

🪦@girlbossgrave: “She called her a ‘colleague.’ In a onesie. SYRE is so GONE I fear”

🌞@danislays: “Daniela being concerned then laughing at her like they're in love GOODBYE.”

🎥 Cut to Cami, smug:

> “She’s been in love with you since your debut. It’s kind of her origin story.”

🎥 Hana, stepping over your body, still sipping coffee like it’s a sedative:

> “Welcome to our home.”

📷 Cut to KATSEYE watching like it's National Geographic.

📷 Yoonchae whispering: “This is a sitcom. We’ve entered a sitcom.”

📷 Rina takes over the camera:

> “This is SYRE, by the way. Gay gremlin. Idol powerhouse. Known sufferer of Daniela Avanzini exposure.”

🎥 Final moment: you hiding under your penguin hood, mumbling a wrecked “Good morning.” Daniela grins, all slow-burn confidence.

> “Morning, SYRE.”

📷 Cue tragic violin and funeral filter added by the editors

💬 FAN COMMENTS:

🐧@syrekin: “SYRE’S SPIRIT LEFT HER BODY AT ‘Morning, SYRE’ I saw it.”

💗@sirendaniedit: “Bro the penguin suit to lover arc is real.”

🔥@siren5chaos: “Not the bra tripping arc + publicist panic soundtrack 💀💀💀”

🎤@katseyefan: “This vlog deserves an Emmy for documentary excellence.”

😭@hanasuffers: “Petition to get Hana a paid vacation and noise-cancelling headphones.”

🐧@syrelivinghertruth: “Give my poor baby syre a break.”

☎ @camilelelele: “This is so chaotic it's like they gave SIREN5 a camera and a dream and said ‘make content’ and they did.”

🎬 [OUTRO: SOFT MUSIC, WHITE TEXT OVER BLACK]

> Next episode: “Cooking Night Disaster: Featuring Fire Alarms, Daniela Serving Face with a...Fire Extinguisher?, and SYRE Screaming Over a Pile of Dirty Dishes”

🔔 Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe to see more from SIREN5 and KATSEYE!

taglist: @awkwardtoafault, @cheerlanader

#daniela avanzini x reader #katseye x reader #daniela avanzini #eros posts #your idol

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transrevolutions · 10 months ago

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okay hear me out. what if 'trevor herbert' is jonah magnus. what then.

all the tmagp-versions of tma characters we've seen can honestly, in my opinion, be feasible variations of their tma selves. yes, even gerry. he seems very different, but iirc in a qna it was stated that gerry's the sort of person who genuinely does believe in goodness and the like, it just got stamped out of him by growing up with mary and the fears. so in a universe where that wasn't the case, I can totally see him being cheerful and friendly.

trevor, on the other hand, feels fundamentally wrong. especially given his profession. all the tmagp-tma crossover characters (that we've met! I'm not counting the maybe-jon and maybe-martin because we don't even know if they're the same people!) have jobs that align with their tma selves. basira goes from being a cop to being a school administrator- both positions of authority/control. helen is still a swanky tory real estate agent. gerry is an artist, and it's mentioned he painted in tma as well. georgie does a podcast. gertrude has a mysterious past, and it's implied she was connected to the institute at some point.

but trevor goes from being a homeless monster hunter to.... a member of parliment who drives a bentley? there's no connection there. and he doesn't act like tma trevor in any way either! there's no dedication to hunting about him, even in the metaphorical sense. if anything, he "prefers a hands-off approach" as of episode 30. trevor herbert in tma was the polar opposite of that, one of the most 'hands on' characters in the series. but who else has a penchant for watching without interfering until something actually threatens his vision?

would it be too much of a stretch to posit that jonah, weakened from his institute's destruction, ends up posessing the first body he can get his hands on, steering this new alter ego towards a government position of authority, then to monitoring the OIAR, so similar yet so different from the institute he failed to preserve? what if, when he says gwendolyn bouchard has "quality", he's not just talking about her heritage? what if he's starting to look for his next mark?

anyways, I found an interesting little detail while rereading some transcripts. in the magnus protocol, the first mention of both (presumably) jonah magnus and trevor herbert, MP is in episode 27: driven. before that, they were not named, and trevor was referred to just as "the minister".

now that's a fun little coincidence as it is, but if we return to tma, we notice that trevor's first statement is in episode 10: vampire killer. and elias/jonah's first actual appearance (outside of jon referencing that he's his boss) is in episode 17: the boneturner's tale. 10 + 17 = 27.

WHICH COULD MEAN NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#pigeon.txt #the magnus protocol #the magnus archives #tma #tmagp #tmagp theory #jonah magnus #trevor herbert #got my red string out today folks #anyways is this anything

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the-kr8tor · 3 months ago

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If I may suggest another Ekko (and Hobie) req:

Ekko accidentally dimension hopping to the Spider Society, only to meet R (geeking out about seeing her favorite character on the show) and Hobie (who may or may not be jealous but holding it in for the fangirling R)

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I think writing this healed me lol crack fics are my favourite!! Thank you for requesting, bestie! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader/ Ekko x Fem! Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), slight Ekko x Hobie (and throuple au) if you squint, established relationship, spider! Reader, arcane and spiderverse crossover, arcane s2 spoiler, CW food mentions, a rare jealous! Hobie, fluff!

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“Hey, Hobie, what's wrong with her?” Pavitr taps Hobie's shoulder, voice laced with genuine concern.

Hobie cranes his head to look at you crouched on the floor, just lounging on the hallway, back resting against the wall as Hobie and the rest wait for a new mission from Miguel. Your slouched form isn't cause for concern usually, but your eyes are glued on your phone, barely blinking as you watch the same thing over and over again. The screen's light shines on your engrossed expression, it's as if his lovie has been replaced by an alien who's trying to learn the language through your phone. But, no, it's your latest hyperfixation in the form of another punk like him, with platinum hair and a hoverboard that he thinks isn't as impressive as swinging around.

“It's Ekko.” Hobie sighs, keeping an eye on you, who hasn't moved a muscle ever since the two of you reported for duty. Pav raises a brow, “he's a character on a show she loves.”

Gwen snickers beside him. “Jealous much?”

“Yeah, Hobie.” Miles adds, looking over Gwen to raise both of his brows in a mocking way. “It sounds like you're jealous. Did she make you watch the show while she fangirled for him?”

“Sure, ‘m jealous of a 2d character. Come off it.” Hobie chuckles, smiling at them with nonchalance. Truthfully, he doesn't care at all, truly. Right? It's not as if the guy is real, or that all your attention is on Ekko for once and not on him. Nope, not jealous at all.

“Now I know.” Pavitr scrunches his nose. “Gaya had a phase like that, she was obsessed with Howl.”

“She has good taste.” Gwen gives Gayatri a sign of her approval.

“She's not obsessed—” Hobie takes a look at you, still wide-eyed as you watch Ekko's greatest hits. “Not obsessed.”

“Hey, if the guy was real, do you think she'll ask you if he can be her pass.” Gwen nudges him, while Pav and Miles snickers.

“What's a bloody pass?”

“You know, someone she can snog, to put it in your own terms, without wrecking the relationship since he's the pass. Just a one time thing.” Gwen explains and Hobie blinks at her.

“Gwen's pass is Legolas.” Miles blurts out, earning a guffaw from Pav.

“Yeah? And yours is Laura Croft! Like that's original!”

Their conversation falls on the back of his head as Hobie crouches down beside you, hand splayed over your nape, head ducking to meet with your eyes. “You alright there, love? Your neck's goin’ to hurt.”

“I'm fine, Hobie.” You say, almost robotically.

“Love, you're fryin’ your brain with that.” He jokes, whispering right in your ears.

You finally relent, closing the screen and meeting with his eyes. “No it won't.” You lie, eyes feeling heavier. “That's a conspiracy theory.” Nuzzling your nose with his, he cracks a smile and a sigh of relief that he didn't know he was holding back. “I heard everything by the way.”

Hobie pauses from absolute bliss. “Heard what?”

“That you're jealous of Ekko.” Pocketing your phone in your suit, you take the lapels of his vest and pull him close. “Well, are you?”

“No, ‘m chuffed. Bloody happy that you found your thing instead of just collectin’ doorknobs.” He backtracks, “which I love ‘bout you by the way.”

Kissing his cheek, you rub your thumb over the slight wrinkle in between his brows. “It's a genuine hobby.”

“I didn't say it wasn't. It's fuckin' a-door-able,” he winks and you giggle. “and I'll bring you all the doorknobs in the world, lovie.” Hobie takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, wishing that your suit doesn't have gloves to feel you fully.

“I know, my favourites are the ones you give me.” You stare lovingly at him, squeezing his hands thrice. “Besides, I know that Ekko isn't real—” your eyes widen, staring at something behind him. “Ekko?!”

Hobie and the trio turn towards your line of sight. Hobie's eyes mirror your own, wide and in surprise, while they stare at the anomaly banging on the holographic jail with confusion.

“You got the wrong fucking guy!” Ekko, in all his glory, platinum twists bouncing with every kick on the glass and brown eyes frantic and panicked. It's really him, from the overalls to the z-drive confiscated by a fellow spider, it's as if he jumped from the screen over to the society. “Fuck you and your spider shit!”

“Damn, spidersman got him good.” Gwen says, following the angry punk with a raised brow.

“What the fuck.” You say under your breath, standing up as you follow the rolling jail cell with wide eyes.

“Shit, I think he made the wrong device, eh, lovie—?” Hobie turns towards you, finding that you're bolting towards Ekko with determination. “Love! Fuck!” Quickly following you, leaving the trio in the dust and scratching their heads, Hobie, with his larger strides, catches up and runs beside you. “What’s the plan?!”

“Mayhem!” You turn to him, grinning from ear to ear as you sprint away with all your spider speed.

“That's my girl!” Hobie guffaws, aiming overhead as his web shoots overhead, swinging over the bright orange jail and landing on top of it with a thud. “‘Ello there, bruv.” Ekko looks up at him with a pointed glare. He does not look 2d at all, oh he's real alright. “Now I see why she's so bloody smitten by you.” He flashes him a smirk.

“What?” Ekko shrugs, staring at the fellow punk. “Who are you?”

“Your saviour, boy saviour.” With a wink, he places his palms on the glowing jail, short circuiting it with a burst of electricity and effectively halting it to a stop and busting the walls into bits of light.

“Fuck yeah, Hobie!” Your amused tone echoes around the society after knocking out spidersman and a few fellow spiders along the way. Miguel is gonna be pissed, well he's always pissed at you and Hobie anyway. You might as well live up to his expectations.

Ekko barely has enough time to respond as he gets dragged into another orange glow by the scruff of his neck. Which you soon follow with a swing and a leap towards him, z-drive in hand and smiling so wide that Ekko thinks that you and the rest of whatever place he fell in are all insane.

He lands with a thud on hardwood floors, seemingly rocking in the waves as he looks at the two strangers smiling down at him.

“So, are you still not jealous at all?” You ask teasingly, head tilting at Hobie.

“As long as you don't ask him to be your pass, love. Or I might have to bring out my guitar on him.”

“What the fuck are you two on about?” Ekko sits up, backing away until he hits the front of a sofa.

“He's ‘bout to glitch out, I know it.” Hobie smiles mischievously, and you take out something blue from your pockets while you get closer to Ekko.

“No, back off!” Ekko grabs the nearest thing and swings it around, fending you off with a couch cushion with the printed face of you. A joke gift from you to Hobie to which he swears he doesn't cuddle at night. Ekko stares at the weird thing, and before he knows it, his whole body trembles, shifting his insides in a burst of static before going back to normal. “Fuck…”

“You're glitchin’ out, bruv. Let her put that on you.” Hobie sits on the coffee table, unlacing his boots while you wait with the blue bracelet in hand.

“It's just a bracelet to help stabilize you in this dimension.” You say with a softer tone, noticing his apprehension and panic at the unfamiliar place. “I always have it on me whenever I have to bring my cat to the society.”

“Dimension? It spat me out somewhere else?” Ekko eyes the z-drive laying on the armchair beside you.

“Your calculations were wrong, genius.” Hobie tugs off his boots and it falls on the floor with a heavy thud. “You might've needed to stay a few more hours in that good version of Zaun.”

“Don't tease him, Hobie, it's too soon.” You nudge him, and he cracks a smile at you.

“Wh–what? You know about that?” Ekko heaves on the floor, still protecting himself with the pillow of your face.

“Yeah,” crouching down, you extend your hand with the bracelet on your palm. “Put this on and we'll explain it to you.”

Ekko eyes it for a moment, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the bracelet.

Sighing, you take it and place it on your wrist to show him that it's safe. “See? I'm fine.”

“It's not goin’ to buzz you, mate.”

“Now that you said it—” another round of static ebbs out of him, this time it's so much worse as his stomach flips upside down. Grabbing the bracelet immediately, his body settles down as he puts it on.

You smile at him as you stand up and sit down beside Hobie. All the while with Ekko eyeing the both of you suspiciously. Introducing yourself, you gesture at Hobie. “...and this is Hobie. We're spider, uh, people? We're sort of like you actually!” Your excitement is hard to conceal now.

“You're not gonna eat me, right? Because I will fight back.” Ekko says through gritted teeth.

“Fight back with the pillow that has my girl's face in it?” Hobie eggs him on, earning a pinch to his sides from you. “Ow.”

“How about we start explaining everything?” With a nod from Ekko, you start telling him about spider people in general, the gist of spider society, and the hypothesis on how he must've gotten there. “And we sorta know you because of a show we watched.”

“What fucking show—?”

“Nothin'” Hobie gazes at you, wordlessly conversing and telling you that it might cause some trouble in Ekko's dimension if you tell him that he's just a character in most dimensions. And you immediately understand, agreeing with a curt nod. “She meant that she saw you on the screens of the society and thought that you…” Hobie sucks in his teeth, trying to make up a lie on the spot. “...looked like a bloke she used to date, yeah, date.” He nods, impressed at himself. Meanwhile you're looking at him like he stole your ice cream right from your hand.

“Yeah, that.” You grimace before fixing your expression. “It's definitely that.”

“That's bullshit.” Ekko calls the two of you out immediately. “But I don't care, just get me back home.”

“Sure!” You stand up, clapping your hands. “Before that though, can I get a picture, please?”

“Love, really?”

“Yes, ‘Mr. I'm not bloody jealous.’” Hands on your waist, Hobie stands up, hands immediately wrapping around your hips to pull you towards him. “It'll be so cool.”

“‘m not jealous.”

“Says the one who's holding onto me for dear life. Definitely not jealous behavior.” Riling him up, mischief shines in his eyes.

Ekko's attention turns towards the kitchen, finding all bits and bobs interesting while you and Hobie bicker in the living room lovingly. A bit too lovingly as he walks towards a small box with flashing buttons. He tilts his head, pressing the number one as it beeps. His interest is piqued, pressing another button and almost jumping out of his skin when the small door opens.

The beeping has yours and Hobie's attention away, lips pausing right on your jaw. “That’s the microwave.” You say, and Ekko turns towards you, dipped by Hobie with his lips on your skin. He scrunches his nose at the sickeningly sweet sight. “Try pressing the green button.” You say and Hobie rests his forehead on your shoulder before straightening you up on the floor. Ekko does what you told him, and his fascination is clear on his expression as the microwave starts up.

“They grow up so fast.” Hobie murmurs, kissing your cheek before letting you go. “C’mon, Ekko, let me show you the magic of a blender.”

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“I can't believe that you guys don't have a dishwasher or a washing machine!” You exclaim as you carefully walk on the floor covered by a hundred metallic parts while Hobie and Ekko take apart the microwave to fix his z-drive. “You guys have magic but not a machine that washes your own shit for you. That's insane.” Plopping down in between them on the floor, you hand them a glass of orange juice each. The glow of the arcane has you mesmerized, all the more reason why you avoid staring at it for long periods, so instead you gaze at the concentration on both of their faces.

“What’s insane is this food.” Ekko says, chewing the last of the quesadillas you preheated before they took apart the microwave. Hobie did promise to get a new one for you. “I've never had anything like this before.” His eyes shine and a soft smile etches on his lips.

There's pride in your chest that you've made him smile when you've only seen him make that expression a couple of times in the show. All because of store bought cheesy quesadillas and a glass of orange juice to wash it down with.

“I'd pack you some but we're all out of it.” You say apologetically, and you miss the way Hobie glances between you and Ekko with a raised brow. “Maybe I can give you a recipe, I'll find one on my phone and write it down for you!”

“Do you lot even have cheese?” Hobie says, pointing at Ekko with a screwdriver, while you take out your phone.

“We have cheese, Hobie.” Ekko rolls his eyes, taking a generous gulp of the orange juice. He purses his lips together, eyeing your phone. “What's that?”

“It's called a phone, it basically has everything.” Showing him the screen, you scroll through your gallery of cat pictures and various selfies with friends, and Hobie. “See—” you notice the sudden flustered expression on him and once you turn the phone towards you, you immediately close it, cheeks aflame while Hobie flicks his eyes towards you and the tucked phone with obvious second hand embarrassment. And maybe with a tinge of jealousy. “That— that wasn't for your eyes. I should've just shown you pictures of puppies.” You wish that the ground would swallow you into the depths.

“That—” Ekko clears his throat, avoiding your eyes. “That suit looked good on you…”

“It was a prototype…” You say, muffled as you hide your face in your hands.

Hobie quickens the screwing of the bolt in the device, jaw tight and words said under his breath. “Right!” He says too loudly, placing down the screwdriver on the floor with a resounding thud. “It's done, we're good now, ain't we, bruv?” Shoving the z-drive in Ekko's arms, he flicks it open, filling the living room in blue light. “Up you go, Ekko!”

“Wait,” you interrupt while Hobie helps Ekko stand up or make him stand up more like. “I have to write the recipe down!” Quickly trying to find a notepad, you go towards the bedroom and leave the two men alone, staring at your retreating back.

“Ekko,” Hobie says, side eyeing him. “Kindly fuck off, yeah?” The thing is, he trusts you, but he does not trust the man beside him.

Ekko smirks, brown eyes twinkling. “I'll fuck off when she wants me to, Hobie.” Hobie doesn't know if he's being genuine or riling him up just for the sake of seeing him all jealous. Ekko's eyes roam around Hobie's face and then flicks down over to his bicep before looking back to the open bedroom door.

“You little shit—”

“Got it!” You skip from the bedroom, notepad in hand with your quick chicken scrawl on it. “I don't know if you'll be able to—” you notice the sudden tension between the two when just five minutes ago they were happily yapping about electricity and various nerdy things that have endeared you. “Are you guys, okay?” You clap your hands together with the notepad in hand. “Oh, I get it! You guys are now best friends and don't want to fully leave each other yet!”

“What—?” They simultaneously say.

“How about I give you my watch, Ekko?” Before Hobie could stop you, you're already taking it off your wrist and handing it to a very smug yet confused Ekko in exchange for the blue bracelet you gave him, together with the quesadilla recipe. “I'll just tell Miguel that I lost it during a fight, he'll understand because I know I'm secretly his favourite.” You innocently smile at them as Hobie sidles up to you, eyes telling Ekko to start hauling ass out of his houseboat. All the while you grab his waist and pull him closer to you, unbeknownst to the cold war between the two punks. “Go save Piltover and Zaun, Ekko! Good luck!”

Hobie cuddles closer to you. “Yeah, go be a hero, Ekko.”

Ekko turns on the portal, sending a flurry of blues and oranges in the houseboat. “Maybe I will see you again after this.” He smiles at you, and then flicks his brown eyes towards Hobie with a bit of teasing glint, clearly adding to the man's irk.

“That would be great actually! We can all hang out again!” As you wave goodbye, Ekko sends a mock salute before stepping backwards into the portal.

Once he's out, Hobie takes you in his arms and lifts you off the floor to then waddle towards the bedroom with you in tow.

“You said we'll clean up!” You giggle, arms around his neck as he peppers kisses all over your face.

“Maybe after this.” Yep, definitely not jealous at all.

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darchildre · 2 years ago

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Anyway, my next dumb movie-watching project is going to be watching all of the Universal Invisible Man series. I've only ever seen the original, I'm pretty sure both Vincent Price and Peter Lorre are in there somewhere, and I believe there's an Invisible-Man-versus-the-Nazis film.

I should be done with the audiobook by this weekend, so I'll likely start the series then.

Today, my lunchtime entertainment is an audiobook of The Invisible Man, which I've read before but probably not since middle school.

You guys, this book is so extremely funny. I'm on chapter 9 and so far the book has primarily been slapstick comedy.

I'm most familiar with this story via the 1933 film, which definitely has funny bits (god bless Una O'Connor) but the book has so much more time to stretch them out for entire chapters of people trying to arrest this terribly angry man who keeps getting away by stripping all his clothes off and keeps getting found again because he can't stop either swearing at people or sneezing (because it's winter, he has no clothes, and he's caught a terrible chill).

Everyone in this book is ridiculous and I love them.

#the invisible man never gets included in any of the weird universal horror crossover films #(unless abbott and costello are also there #and those don't count if you ask me)#and i think that's a shame #the mummy doesn't because egypt is too far away from universal horror!europe #and the creature from the black lagoon is from a completely different horror cycle #but the invisible man is right there in england!#surely he should get to meet frankenstein et al #the invisible man

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sweetbans29 · 1 year ago

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Varsity Jacket - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You and Caitlin keep it light and playful at a game (based on THIS request)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

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AN: Is this not everyones dream?

It's the first time in the state's history of WBB that they decided to play basketball in a football stadium. A piece of history that has been led by one girl allowing thousands to benefit.

The game was chosen to be an exhibition game, a kick-off to the season, naming it the Crossover at Kinnick. They laid the Iowa WBB court within the confines of the outdoor football stadium, drawing a near 55,000 fans to be a part of the first game in Caitlin Clark's senior year. A NCAA record-breaking 55,000 fans. The first of many records Clark would break this upcoming season.

The game followed a lot of football Saturday traditions. The way the team was called out, a stadium flyover, and your favorite part - the Hawkeye Wave over to the kids in the UI Stead Family Children’s Hospital. You had done it before when your team had danced at football games and were excited to be a part of it today.

You are proud to be part of the Iowa Hawkeye dance team - have been for the past three years now. It is what brought you to IU in the first place.

Growing up dance had always been something you enjoyed. Unlike most of the other girls on the dance team, you didn't start taking dance classes until halfway through middle school. When you learned you had a natural talent for it, you started taking it more seriously. You joined your high school's dance team and decided it was something you wanted to try your hand at in college. When you auditioned going into your freshman year, you were one of two freshmen to make the team.

Since then you have captained the team for two football seasons, going into your third. Yet here you are, freezing your azz off because you forgot your damn coat.

Upon arriving at the stadium, you should have been prepared. You should have thought through how it is November in Iowa and how it is about to be winter but that doesn't cross your mind until you are shaking courtside.

"Didn't you bring a coat?" One of your teammates asks. She is currently bundled up in two jackets, ear muffs, and hand warmers.

"If I did, don't you think I would be wearing it?" You snap and immediately realize. "I'm sorry babe, I am just freezing."

You are trying to hide your shaking body and keep moving around to generate any sort of heat that you can.

A part of being on the dance team was being visible during the whole game. You weren't the cheer squad but your team had to be posted up next to them every game. It wasn't bad, it was just cold.

As halftime approached you directed your team to stretch out again, not wanting them to pull anything while dancing. You did the same, as you watched your basketball continue to do what they do best.

Once everyone was stretched, you all bunched together ready to take the court.

"I am still freezing my ass off," you say rubbing your hands together and huddle close to your friend. "I can't believe I didn't bring my freaking overcoat."

The team was coming off when someone bumped your shoulder causing you to take a few steps back.

"Hey! Watch it," you tell the 6-foot frame.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," the girl says. You pull down your skirt and smooth it over. Once you are satisfied with your outfit adjustment you look up.

'Of-freaking-course', you think to yourself as you make eye contact with none other than Caitlin Clark.

"I didn't see you there," she says, the slightest smirk peaking out.

"Very funny Clark," you say trying to hide your own smile and keep it serious.

"Oh, keeping it professional now are we?" She says. "It's cute, but you can call me Caitlin."

"That is so kind of you," you say, kind of surprised she is still there talking to you. You finish your sentence with, "Clark."

She just smiles and shakes her head. You hear the music come on and you know it's your cue. Caitlin doesn't follow the rest of the team back through the tunnel, rather stands to the side and watches you and your team take the court.

Caitlin knows she should be back with her team. More so to warm up but she couldn't nor wanted to take her eyes off you. She stood there watching you and your team keep everyone entertained during halftime. A smile resting on her lips the entire time.

She has seen you around before. How could she not, you were at practically every sports game. Caitlin would frequent the Hawkeye's football games but never really got close enough to see you perform (something she will probably never admit to you). If it wasn't seeing you in passing there, she noticed you would go and watch other sports just for fun. She has to think about it but if she remembers correctly she has seen you at both the men's and women's volleyball matches, women's soccer, and even some track and even the women's swim and dive meets.

Caitlin cheers on your team as you finish your routine and runoff, making way for the cheer squad to perform their routine next. As you make your way back you see Cait standing in the same spot she bumped you in. She is smiling at you and clapping as you make your way over. You walk up to her despite the murmurs you hear from your team, only making out your name and Caitlin's in their muffled conversations.

"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere, Clark?" You ask as you cross your arms over your chest. You may have just performed a 6-minute dance routine but the chilled air was unforgiving.

"Wanted to stay out here and watch - making sure your little frozen ass doesn't fall off," she says, her eyes never leaving yours.

"The team is great," you say with a smile choosing to ignore the second part of her statement and refusing to be the first one to break eye contact.

"I wasn't watching the team," she says, that stupid smirk playing on her lips again. You could feel yourself losing this battle.

"That's a shame, they are great," you say trying to regain any part of this conversation.

"Maybe, but not as great as who I had my eyes on," she says. You blush and look away. You felt like you were being interrogated by the freaking CIA not flirting with your school's superstar.

"Okay, Clark, you win," you say as you crumble under her gaze.

She rubs the back of your arm, letting her hand linger on you. You look back up at her.

"I should get back," she says not wanting to leave you but knowing her job isn't done.

"You should," you say, agreeing for her - the first time since this conversation has started.

"Thanks for umm, thanks for watching," you say, your nerves peaking out. She nods and heads in the direction of her team.

What the hell was that? You make your way over to your team and they are all chattering about the interaction. You take your seat next to your co-captain who is just looking at you.

You keep your head forward still processing it all. Caitlin Clark was just talking to you. Not only that, but she waited and watched you perform then proceeded to flirt with you about it. Her hand was on your arm. You were thankful it wasn't skin-to-skin contact because you probably would have never let her walk away. She was teasing you.

You are too caught up in your own thoughts to see when someone had walked up to you. Your co-cap tapping your leg and nodding at the woman who was standing in front of you.

"Oh hi," you say and stand.

"I was told to bring this over to you," she says holding something, you look down and it's a jacket.

"Oh thank you," you say grabbing it.

"She wanted me to say it is from Caitlin," she says, emphasizing the name. "Told me I had to emphasize the name."

The woman walks away and you unfold the jacket to see 'CLARK' on the back right above the number 22. This girl is not serious right now. If you were under any other circumstance, you would not be putting it on but since the only time you have stopped shaking was while you were performing you decide to put the jacket on.

If your team was whispering about your interaction with Caitlin before, they are shouting from the rooftops now.

The basketball team comes back out and you find yourself looking for a particular someone. To your delight, she is making her way over to you.

"You got it, good," she says, wrapped in an Iowa jacket of her own.

"You didn't need to do this," you say but make no move to try and hand it back to her. It has been the warmest you have been the whole game. She lets out a little laugh.

"Sure, says the one who was shaking like a chihuahua," she says taking in the sight of you in her clothing. She could get used to this.

"I appreciate it, Clark," you say and she groans.

"Caitlin," she says.

"Clark," you retort.

"Cait," she responds.

"Clark," you are not giving in.

"CC, Caity, C - anything but Clark," she says frustrated.

"Why does it bother you so much that I call you by your last name?" You ask now the one who has the slight edge in the conversation.

"Clark, get your butt over here," one of her coaches yells at her.

"That's why," she mumbles and gives you one last look before running back over to the team.

"Get it Clark!" You yell after her, earning some whistles and shouts from your team.

You're thankful it is still cold out because the redness on your cheeks can easily be taken as cold, hiding your blush.

Your team doesn't shut up about the fact that you had talked to Caitlin but she gave her varsity jacket to you to wear. All the girls were staring at you and taking in the sight of the player's jacket.

A ball gets swatted out of bounds and you catch it before it can hit anyone on your team. Caitlin sees where it goes and books it to grab it from you.

Here is the thing about Caitlin, she is the last person to go and catch a ball that has been hit out of bounds. Her whole team was aware of this. So it is to everyone's surprise when she is the first one to hustle after the ball when the whistle is blown.

You hold up the ball for her.

"Careful there Clark, could have hurt someone," you say.

She laughs, "Ya right."

"Since when are you the first one to run after a loose ball," you say exposing that you may have watched her more than a few times. Could anyone blame you? Caitlin has been drawing the attention of the whole nation.

"Didn't want to miss the opportunity to come talk to the pretty girl," she says with that damn smirk.

"You are too kind Clark," you say faking flattery.

"Oh, I was talking about the girl next to you," she says teasing you.

You sit there speechless as Caitlin finally takes the ball.

"I'm kidding, but you should see the look on your face. It's priceless," she says winking at you before heading back over to inbound the ball.

'Oh it is on Clark' you think as you watch them finish up the last quarter.

Caitlin, of course, plays amazing. She finishes the game off with her first triple-double of the season. You watch as she celebrates with her team - all of who were excited to start the season on a high note. You are celebrating with your team when they all go quite in front of you and stare at something behind you. You turn around before Caitlin can tap your shoulder.

"Ahh, so we meet again," you say with a smile. "Well done Clark."

"Okay, enough with the Clark. You are wearing my jacket for goodness sake," she says and shakes her head.

"Oh, ya, thank you for this," you say and begin to take it off. She stops you by putting her hand on your arm - the second time today you note.

"Hold on to it, if you take it off now you will start shaking again and I don't really care to see you looking like a little chihuahua," she says and scratches the back of her neck. You raise your eyebrow at her. If you don't give her the jacket back now, that means you will need to see her again to return it.

"And who exactly am I supposed to get this back to you?" You ask.

"Well that is actually why I came over here," she says and you can tell she is a little more nervous than she had been before. You don't notice but both of your teams are watching the interaction between you.

"Okay," you say encouraging her to continue.

"How would you feel about going out with me this weekend?" Caitlin says as she has to mentally remind herself to keep her breathing steady and to not rush her words.

"I don't know..." you start. "I was thinking I could just have someone swing the jacket by one of your practices."

Caitlin's face looks mortified and you immediately bring your hand up to hers to ease her, your joke being taken a little too serious.

"I'm kidding Clark," you say and give her hand a squeeze. "I would love to go out with you this weekend."

She smiles widely.

"Great," she says. "I'll text you details," she begins walking backward.

"And how are you going to do that without my number?" You say as she is now just out of reach.

"You're cute," she says, now back in control of the conversation. "I've had your number for a while, now I just get to use it."

You stare at her, mouth agape. You don't know how to get the last word in so she does.

"Talk to you soon babe!" Caitlin says and runs back towards her team.

AN: This was a cutie. Hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for the love and support 🤍

#caitlin clark #caitlin clark concepts #caitlin clark imagine #caitlin clark masterlist #caitlin clark x reader #iowa hawkeyes #iowa wbb

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👽 Alien Covenant x Scream (1996)

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x AFAB Reader (Ft. Xenomorph from the "Alien" movies)

Gosh, I get these crazy ideas but take so long to write them because the writers block still haunts me, but here it iiiiiis. Another bathroom scene and movie crossover has been born. I hope you guys enjoy this one <33

Warnings: AFAB reader (no pronouns,) shower sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, poly!Ghostface, lot's of making out including a triple kiss, Stuilly moments, a hint of degradation, alien x reader, major character deaths, gore, revised: December '24

Word count: 1.7k

It had been two years since you departed Earth and a little over a month since the team woke up from artificial hibernation. You didn't exactly have the most peaceful wake, the captain and safety guard, Randy, had to stop hibernation before the designated date because there was a lifeform detected in one of the ship docks. Those kinds of detection errors were more common than one might think, but for some reason Randy was more concerned than usual about this one.

“Listen, something doesn't sit right with me, okay?” he said during the third meeting of the week.

“Randy, we haven't received any other warn-” - “You're not listening to me! YN, I keep hearing something crawling in the air vents and it sure as hell isn't a rat because why the hell would we have those in here?!” he counted and you sighed.

“Well, what do you propose we do? We never get far with these freak show reunions of yours so what's the point?” Billy said and Tatum silently agreed.

“Look, all I'm saying is we should lock ourselves in dock A until we land on planet 96”

“Maybe we should consider what Randy's saying, guys. This clearly isn't a joke, especially if this is a life threatening situation.” Sidney reasoned and you nodded.

“Oh c'mon, he's just trying to spook us since it's Halloween tomorrow! Nice one Randy” Stu says sarcastically. The boy had been decorating with orange lights since the day before and he wasn’t taking anything seriously. Less than usual, at least. It was all a prank to scare us. Nothing is real, just a joke. Right? Right…

Everyone glared at Stu and he faked defeat, hand expressions and all.

“Look, all I'm saying is that there's nothing to worry about, ‘kay? Look, we'll stay in dock A so Randy’ll stop shitting his pants every three seconds and we'll be good, alright?” Stu reasoned and Randy stood up, annoyance and anger written on his face.

“Sure, whatever. When you guys get eaten alive by an alien don't come crying to me in hell.” he says and walks out of the pod into the control room.

The girls left the room slowly until it was you, Billy and Stu alone.

“So we're not using the shower in dock B tonight?” Stu asked, trying to hide a suggestive smile.

Billy poked the inside of his left cheek with his tongue and looked at you, searching for an answer.

You sat there in disbelief. The two freaks wanted to fuck around again knowing there could be actual danger and Randy might not be crazy after all.

“Oh c'mon, you're not serious.” you say, exchanging looks with both boys.

Stu walked over to Billy who was sitting right across from you and he squeezed his boyfriends shoulders, running his hands down his biceps afterwards. “Oh c'mooon, you know you want to.” Stu said and smirked. Billy had his own grin across his handsome face and you couldn't handle the temptation. I mean, maybe feeling a bit of danger could heighten the fun between the three of you. You could moan freely. Hell, even scream if you wanted to.

You couldn’t deny that you missed their touch. The hunger to feel them all over you, inside you. Fuck, it was too much and so easy to give in when they’re both craving you as much as you were at that moment.

Fuck it.

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You found yourself in the shower with your lovers, sandwiched between them. You were jerking Stu off in front of you while grinding against Billy's cock behind you. The height difference between the three of you allowed the boys to make out slowly over your shoulder and fuck, the sight had you soaked between your legs and throbbing uncontrollably.

Music was blasting through the intercom masking the moans you were releasing along with your boyfriends and the fact that you could be as loud as you wanted heightened the excitement.

Billy positioned his cock between your thighs and started to fuck himself while biting your neck softly.

Stu pulled both of you closer towards him, their warm bodies wrapping you up. The warm water cascading over you melted your skin into their touch.

Standing on your tippy toes, you captured Stus lips with your own and moaned desperately while Billy pinched your nipples while nibbling on your neck. You needed to feel both of them inside you.

You turned your body, shoulders against your boyfriends chests and grabbed a fist full of their hair at the same time, pulling them towards into a triple kiss.

The three of you made out slowly, tongues brushing against each other's lips and saliva mixed with water dipped inside each other's mouths. Deep moans escaped from Billy and Stus mouths. You couldn't help but whine.

After what seemed like the longest most delicious makeout session you've ever had, you crouched down and started to suck on Billy's cock while jerking Stu.

“Fuck… you look so pretty for us,” Billy said and grabbed a fistful of your hair, fucking into your mouth slowly as if he were the one savoring you.

“So… So pretty,” Stu agreed before pulling Billy into another slow kiss above you.

Fuck, they were driving you insane and you wished you could fit both of them in your mouth at the same time.

Switching between their cocks you drooled on yourself freely. The best thing about playing in the shower is that you can get as messy as you want and the water will take care of everything in an instant.

You rested their cocks on your tongue occasionally sticking your tongue out for them to show how much of a slut you are for your boys.

“That's enough,” Billy said, his voice deeper than usual.

He pulled you up by your hair and pressed your back against Stu. They exchanged a look only they could understand and before you knew it they were holding you up between them while fucking both of your holes at the same time.

You were putty in their grasp. They could do anything with you at that point and you didn't care. All you wanted was to be filled up to the brim.

Your eyes rolled back and you bit your lip occasionally. Billy had the honor of looking at those cute expressions and he couldn't help but chuckle in satisfaction.

“Gosh, I wish you could see these cute little expressions,” he told Stu and grabbed your face harshly, “Such a cutie while taking both of our cocks,” he continued and Stu laughed between moans, enjoying his boyfriends degrading behavior.

“Mm, turn around baby, I wanna see that cute little face,” Stu told Billy behind you and pulled out of your asshole, leaving you empty and begging for more.

As you were lifting your leg to wrap around Stus' waist you felt something cold slither up your leg. It was smooth and ridged, unlike anything you've felt before. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as it brushed your thigh and slowly make its way up and over your pussy, slithering over your clit, eliciting a bolt of pleasure. It felt good, better than it should've given how fucked up it was. The cold heightened the pleasure, but before things went any further you looked between your legs. You saw a huge tail that looked similar to a scorpion's. The sharp point was practically playing with your pussy and when you looked up, next to Stu stood a creature. It opened its mouth and exposed sharp metallic teeth. You gasped at the sight, the fear consumed your body to the point where you couldn't move.

Before you knew it, the creature opened its mouth slowly. What seemed like drool dripped down its mouth coating each of its silver teeth. It was almost hypnotizing and you could feel the cold temperature radiating from it. Suddenly, it released a second pair of teeth from the inside. It quickly impaled Stus skull and blood splattered all over you. The guttural scream you released echoed all over the bathroom and through the hallway to the point where Randy heard it and grabbed one of the guns in the safe as quickly as possible, running towards the source of your scream.

Billy pulled you away from Stus body and snapped you back to reality.

“Move!” he shouted as the creature burst through the shower glass and ran towards you.

You tried to run, but slipped several times due to your wet naked bodies.

“Fuck, here. Hide in here,” Billy said while pushing you into a locker. Only you could fit in it and worry immediately took over you.

“No! What about you?!” You asked, panicked.

“I'll be fine, ok? Just–” as he was about to finish his sentence the creature wrapped its tail around his ankle and pulled him away from you.

“Billy! No! Fuck!” You screamed but you wouldn't dare move. You were scared out of your mind.

Closing the locker door, you sat down and wrapped your arms around your knees, crying quietly. Why did you let yourself be persuaded by those idiots? Lust took over you knowing that there was danger surrounding the ship. You were weak for them and you hated it. Billy and Stu were DEAD and you couldn’t help but blame yourself. Killed right in front of you. How fucked up was that?

“YN?!” you heard Randy call out from the entrance of the showers. He searched for you carefully, gun pointed forward the whole time.

You opened the locker door as quietly as you could and grabbed a towel, finally feeling some warmth and a sense of comfort around your body.

“Randy?!” You whisper screamed and he instantly identified your location.

Randy quickly grabbed your arm and you both ran out the door as quickly as you could.

Suddenly the creature landed in front of you and another unavoidable scream escaped from your mouth.

“Get the fuck out of here! I got this!” Randy said and instant worry consumed you.

“No! I'm not leaving you!” You said and Randy started shooting at the creature. At the sight you instantly ran away.

What the fuck had you gotten into?

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