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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

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Part 11. The Other One

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Sypnosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Yuuji, Choso and Sukuna are brothers. Warnings: Cursed words. I only read it once lol Word Count: 4667 words. Author's Note: We are so close to the end. I already want to get to the grand finale, but I can only write one chapter at the time. uwu Thanks for all the support so far!

Btw I made a PLAYLIST

“Salmon or hake?” I wondered as I compared the two frozen fish. I was in the frozen section of the best supermarket in the city. My exposed skin was cold by being exposed to the bed of ice and near the refrigerators full of snacks and fast foods. The nerves in my hands were beginning to tighten from holding the frozen packages for too long.

Ladies slowly dragging their carts through the white aisles, children crying to their mothers who already want to go home and the employees running from side to side behind me. The popular music framed my thoughts as I read the nutritional facts for each product, focusing on the grams of protein. Since I was in charge of cooking for Sukuna’s birthday, I had to choose the best products to make him the best dinner he ever had

Salmon has 20 grams of protein, 13 grams of fat and zero carbohydrates. In addition to its contribution of Omega-3, for high-performance athletes it is the ideal fish to eat, since it has a very good ratio of proteins and healthy fats. If I baked it in the oven, I was sure it would be delicious. The only problem? The famous mercury. Although, according to some studies, it is true that salmon is the fish that contains the least amount. Hake is usually its alternative, which has less fat, but the same or more amount of protein, also it digests better.

“Salmon has more potassium, selenium, and vitamin B12." A female voice interrupted my mental debate.

My eyes widened when I saw the beauty next to me. A thin and tall blonde woman. Her blonde hair was long and her bangs looked great on her. His thin eyebrows framed her big brown eyes. His tight-fitting black turtleneck shirt and high-waisted pants made her look phenomenal. It was like admiring a beautiful porcelain statue, you could easily get lost in the details of her person.

"Oh, thanks. Are you a nutritionist or something like that?” I asked curiously as I returned the hake to the bed of ice.

"I'm a jiu-jitsu coach. I never thought I would meet the Medusa Snake in a supermarket,” she joked.

I should have seen it before. Her physical build was magnificent for a jiu-jitsu fighter. Her arms were perfectly toned, and his long legs could knock down any rival with one kick. I started to envy her body.

"I was told you were Ryomen's coach, I see that you are… very close," she said as she looked directly at the bracelet that Sukuna had given me earlier this morning. That was strange.

"It is a complicated task, but I think that every day we understand each other more," I answered honestly.

"I wanted to be his coach, you know?” she told me as if nothing had happened.

Something in me set off a warning alarm. I could sense that this conversation had a double intention. Was she threatening my position? Did she know that I wouldn't be Sukuna's coach anytime soon? Was she just trying to have a nice conversation in the middle of the frozen section? She was a beautiful woman to admire, but I didn't like where this was going.

"Who are you?" I asked confused, completely breaking the flow of the conversation.

"My name is Yuki Tsukumo," she introduced herself with a smile. “This is the Yuki who sent the bracelet to Sukuna!” I thought, trying not to reflect surprise on my face, but I'm not sure if I did it. “I see he received my gift, it's a shame he didn't want to use it."

"Sukuna doesn't like receiving gifts, that's why he gave it to me,” I answered, my tone sounding more defensive than I intended.

"Thank goodness he didn't throw it in the trash," she said before taking the hake I left. "I hope he doesn't throw you away either." With that threat, she walked away, getting lost in the cereal aisle.

I just saw the beautiful woman swinging her hips away, like a poisonous viper with beautiful colored scales. I couldn't help but see the gold bracelet that rested delicately on my wrist. My gaze hyperfixed on the letters engraved on it, wondering what kind of relationship this strange woman had with Sukuna. I put the salmon in my basket and continued with my shopping in an attempt to forget the unusual conversation.

After paying for the salmon and the rest of the ingredients I would use for the special dinner, my phone started ringing. I arranged the plastic bags in one hand to get my phone out of my pants. It was Yuuji.

"Hello, Y/n!" His friendly voice sounded from the other side. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Not really. I am only going to make Sukuna’s dinner for his birthday,” I answered as I walked back home.

"Cancel that. My parents just invited me and my brothers to dinner at the restaurant they just opened in the bay.” I stopped dead and sighed. “The salmon will have to wait until tomorrow.” "Do you have a pretty dress?" he wondered out of nowhere.

"Why you ask?". I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I asked my parents if you could come. When they found out you were Sukuna's friend, they said yes.”

"Why did you do that?" I asked him, even more confused. This couldn't be good.

"Because Choso is going, duh," he answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Because I was thinking about Sukuna 24/7, I had completely forgotten about Choso's existence. Yuuji still doesn't know that I like his other brother now. Plus, his parents will be there. Oh no, this can't be happening. This would be a disaster, I could sense it. Did I really have to go? My feelings churned in my chest the further I walked down the sidewalk. I stopped when I reached the crosswalk. The traffic light was red.

"I don't think this is a good idea..."

"Don't say that! It's the perfect opportunity for Choso to see you slay like the queen you are,” Yuuji lifted my spirits that I was dragging on the ground.

"Hang up the phone now!" I heard Gojo yell at him from a distance, Yuuji was still be in the gym, training with Sukuna.

"See you in the afternoon," he said goodbye before hanging up.

The light turned green, but I still couldn't cross. I stood frozen on the sidewalk, stunned by the unusual invitation. I felt lost. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go because I really like hanging out with the boys, but I was afraid to find out what my true feelings were for Choso and Sukuna. Also, I raised Choso’s hopes up. What if I didn’t like him anymore because I liked Sukuna? Thai was a mess.

The traffic light turned red again. Why was I questioning my feelings for Choso? It's true that I liked Sukuna, but I liked Choso the moment I saw him. Sukuna had been an acquired taste from the times we've slept together. The gifts and me living with him seemed to have no meaning to him. I was in a dangerous situation, and he just wanted to protect me, right? Everything was so confusing. Maybe if I was to go to dinner, I had to find out what my true feelings were.

The traffic light turned green again.

After picking my outfit, an everything shower and doing my makeup, I was ready. It had been a long time since the last time I dressed up like a fine lady for dinner. I always have to wear sporty clothes due to work. Putting on a cute pink dress and applying a small wing eyeliner made me feel like a pretty princess. I brushed my hair in front of my large bathroom mirror while my stomach churned nervously. Seeing myself so different from how I normally look was like seeing an old friend I hadn't seen in years. As I put the brush back in its place, I noticed that I still had Sukuna's bracelet on my wrist.

“I don't think it's a good idea to wear it today,” I thought aloud before taking it off and putting it in a jewelry box.

I went down to the entrance at the time Sukuna and I had agreed to leave. My heels echoed with every step I took. I already wanted him to see me as “the queen” that I am, Yuuji's words. I went downstairs with every intention of surprising him, but I was the one who ended up surprised. He was already there, fixing his elegant suit in front of the mirror. I never thought I'd see a man like Sukuna, who always dresses in T-shirts and shorts, wearing a sharp black suit with an ivory turtleneck sweater. This was not the cranky man I coach, this was a millionaire man with a mobster vibe straight out of a romance novel written by a woman. From the shine on his shoes to his well-groomed hair, Sukuna looked like the jackpot.

“You look... different,” he said as he analyzed my whole body. “Of course I look different! What kind of compliment is that?!” I thought annoyed.

“You look different too.” I told him reluctantly.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked. I just nodded excitedly before following him out the door.

In the nighttime tapestry of the city, the bright lights painted a surreal panorama. The asphalt shone like an ebony river, reflecting the headlights of passing cars like wandering fireflies. The city had an air of mystery and adventure. Tokyo was a place where anything could happen, where dreams came true and nightmares lurked in the shadows. The steering wheel turned under my fingers like a rudder guiding a ship through a sea of metal. The roar of the engine was a discordant symphony that echoed in the silence of the night.

“How did training with Gojo go?” I asked him to get a topic of conversation.

"Everything was going well until I had to train again with the useless rookies,” he muttered in annoyance, gripping the steering wheel firmly. "Have you thought about who your replacement will be?" He asked.

"I have a few candidates in mind,” I answered. "In fact, a coach approached me when I went to the market, but she didn't give me a good vibe.”

"Why?" he asked, curious.

"I think you already know each other."

"What's her name?”

"Yuki Tsukumo." Sukuna braked the car in its tracks, making us bounce in our seats. Thank God we had our seat belts on. If we hadn’t, I would have slammed into the glass. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed with my heart in my hand.

Sukuna didn't answer me. He squeezed the steering wheel, clearly annoyed, to park next to the curb. He took off his seatbelt to lean back on the steering wheel. Who was this Yuki Tsukumo that could make Sukuna act like this? An ex-partner? Impossible, Yuuji told me that he has never had a girlfriend. Someone he slept with in the past? I don't blame him, she's beautiful.

"You better not tell Choso or Yuuji that you ran into he," he told me after letting out a long sigh.

"Why not? Is there something I should know?” I asked him confused with the whole situation.

"She is Choso's ex-fiancée,” he answered before holding his forehead in concern.

"Oh…” I could not believe it.

Sukuna POV

I couldn't believe this blonde bitch had shown up again. Finally, when we had all left her in the past, she decided to come back for more. I clearly remembered the first time I saw that stupid girl smiling from cheek to cheek as if she were a pure soul. Choso looked so happy and proud to introduce her as his future wife. Poor asshole, he didn't know what he was getting into... and neither did I.

He still vividly remembered the night where everything turned into a shit show. The UFC had paid me the best suite in Las Vegas for my first championship fight. Sometimes I closed my eyes to return to that majestic place. Admiring the Strip, a glittering ribbon of casinos, hotels, and attractions that never sleeps, Paris's iconic Eiffel Tower twinkling with a thousand lights, and the High Roller Ferris wheel rising above the horizon like a giant lighthouse. I fucked a prostitute in the middle of the wide balcony, enjoying the panorama that stretched out in front of me.

"Sukuna!" The whore screamed my name desperately.

My hips didn't stop pounding into ramming her. Her tits were bouncing in my face and her legs were spread across the couch. I opened her ass to reach the deepest part of her being. He had paid a good amount for her, he was willing to destroy her physically and emotionally. I pulled her hair while my cock hit her cervix, her limit. I was so close to reaching the climax, ensuring my future victory... but some idiot had to ring the bell at that moment.

I was so close that I didn't care that the person would stay outside all night. I didn't care if it was Choso, Gojo, Yuuji or my parents. I was very busy. The idiot didn't seem to want to understand that I wasn't going to open it, so he kept insisting on the fucking doorbell. Ding-dong. Ding-Dong. Ding-fucking-Dong. The annoying sound made me lose concentration.

"Fuck!" I screamed before pulling my cock out of the whore. She sighed in annoyance, plopping down on the couch. "Hide in the closet or something, I'm not done with you." I told her before wrapping a towel around my hips.

"I'm going to charge you extra!" She yelled at me before following my instruction.

I straightened my towel before reluctantly opening the door. In front of me was the last person I thought I would meet. It was Yuki, Choso's guest. What the fuck was she doing here at midnight? Especially alone. From her pajamas and her slightly messy hair, I could tell she had escaped from the bed she shared with my younger brother.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked her, annoyed. "It better be important."

"I want to talk about business, can I come in?" she asked me with her usual flirtatious smile.

"No. Just tell me what you have to say so you can leave me alone,” I answered. I could already feel my balls turning blue.

"Do you kiss your mother with that filthy?" she joked.

"I'm not in the mood, spit it out before I slam the door in your face," I blurted out. It was the last warning I was going to give her.

"I noticed that you don't have a trainer who specializes in jiu-jitsu. I know you don't accept women in your gym, but if you allow me to be part of your team, I can…".

I couldn't help but laugh in her face, cutting her off completely. Did she just interrupt my good luck ritual to offer herself as my trainer? I knew she was a jiu-jitsu trainer at a local gym, but I never thought she had the balls to ask me to recruit her. Couldn't she do this another day or in the morning? Why right here when Choso is surely sleeping peacefully thinking that she is by his side? Was this shit serious? There were so many questions about her behavior that I could only laugh.

"I don't see what's funny about it," Yuki said, crossing her arms.

"Then you have a terrible sense of humor," I answered. "Is that all you have to tell me?"

"I'm sure I'm a better fighter than you, I could kick your ass if I wanted to," she said annoyed.

"I want to see you try," I said. “She wouldn't dare,” I thought for sure.

Well, she dared. She attacked me by surprise with a kick to the abdomen. I lowered my arm, preventing it from connecting completely, but it did hit my side. I couldn't defend myself well while just having a towel on. One wrong move and I was already naked. I backed away out of inertia, allowing her to enter the suite. She jumped at me to continue hitting me.

"Bitch!" I screamed while covering my private parts.

"I'm going to show you that you need me on your team!" she shouted with a smile on his face.

"I don't want anyone else on my team!" I exclaimed.

How the hell did we get to this situation? I wasn't sure, but I had to do something about it. She pulled and punched me, trying to take me down like any jiu-jitsu fighter would do. She launched another kick at me, this time I evaded it in time, but she broke a lamp in the process. I was debating in my mind whether I should knock her out with one punch. I could not do it. Even though she was crazy, she was Choso's fiancée. My first option was to call one of my brothers or someone saner.

"Just think about it seriously, with my brain and your muscles I could make you a millionaire in less than you think," she told me excitedly.

So she was after the money. Which is normal… but that didn't explain why she was acting so secretive. Why didn't she tell Choso he wanted a job on the Team Black? There was something else she wasn't telling me. I entered the master bedroom as quickly as possible without exposing my cock to grab the phone, but she ended up cornering me against the closet before I could get to it. At the sudden knock, the prostitute screamed.

"Who is it?" Yuki asked me confused.

"I didn't know he had a wife!" The whore screamed opening the closet door. “Oh no,” I thought. "Please don't hit me!" The poor girl yelled as she fled the scene.

"Hey! We're not done yet!” I yelled.

And as if fate was mocking me, I dropped the towel. I was in the middle of a teenager's worst nightmare. Yuki shamelessly looked down, making this more awkward than it already was. By this point I was praying that this was a bad taste prank. I just wanted Yuuji or Gojo to come into the room with a camera in hand, mocking my reaction, but that never happened.

"Nice girl you hired," she laughed at me. And just when I thought this was only going to get worse, I heard the voice of my potential savior.

"Sukuna!" I heard Choso's voice from the door as he rang the doorbell as if his life depended on it.

"You worried your future husband," I told her before pushing her to let go, so I could put the towel back on.

"Hire me or I'll tell Choso I cheated on him with you," Yuki threatened me.

"What?!" I asked him, frowning at the tremendous bullshit she just said.

That's when it hit me. Yuki came to ask me for a job without Choso because she is only with him for convenience. She's only with him to blatantly get close to me. Since I don't accept women in the gym, this was his solution to get to me. I should have seen it before. I remember how at dinner with our parents he spent the time talking about jiu-jitsu and the UFC, sharing his extensive knowledge on the subject. Everyone was delighted with her, but she drove me crazy.

"Are you that desperate for money?" I asked him, not believing what was happening.

"You don't have much time,” Yuki crossed her arms as the ringing continued.

"Sukuna!" Choso exclaimed again.

"I trust Choso, he is not stupid enough to fall for something like that."

End of Sukuna POV

"Choso was stupid enough to fall for that,” Sukuna blurted out after recounting the tragedy that happened that day. "He knew about my lucky ritual and to this day he still thinks I fucked his fiancée," he said as he looked towards the car in front of us.

I was just listening to him while Sign Of The Times by Harry Styles was playing on the radio. We were still parked so that Sukuna could tell me in great detail what had happened with Yuki and Choso. It was a hard story to believe. A woman interrupting his suite in the middle of his lucky ritual and then threatening to break off his relationship with his brother over a measly coaching job is not something you hear every day.

"I tried to explain to him several times what happened, but he never wanted to listen to me. Then he told Yuuji and since that idiot doesn't know how to shut up, everyone in the gym knows,” he explained. "It's an absurd story, I know, but…".

"I believe you," I told him before he could finish his sentence.

"You do?" he looked at me, confused.

"Why are you surprised? I believed you when you told me about your lucky ritual.” I said. "Is it a strange story? Yes, but we are a team. If you tell me the sky is pink, I believe you. If you tell me that pigs fly, I believe you. If you tell me that Yuki Tsukumo is a son of a bitch, I'll believe you.”

Sukuna smiled at my response. He looked relieved, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. I smiled back at his reaction. Sukuna always has been honest with me, I had no reason to doubt him. Even though I had little time left as his coach, I planned to continue by his side. I don't know if it was the sad story or my feelings towards him got in the way that made me take off my seat belt to reach him. He didn't know what exactly was going through his mind, but whatever it was, he needed a hug.

My body felt light when he reciprocated the gesture. Our bodies melted in the warmth of the moment. His hands traveled down my back to press me closer to his broad chest. I would have liked to stop time to stay here all my life. Maybe Sukuna didn't like me back, but I knew I someone important to him, and I was happy with that.

The luxurious restaurant at the Grand Palace Hotel had an elegant atmosphere with high ceilings, panoramic windows and sparkling chandeliers. Sukuna and I made our way among the tables covered with white tablecloths and velvet chairs that invited guests to delight in an exquisite menu. In the distance, we saw his family. They were happy to see us, but they were also clearly disappointed for arriving 20 minutes late. Everyone looked elegant and sophisticated, especially Choso. He always looked good, but today he looked phenomenal in his gray suit and white shirt. He greeted me with a smile on his face as soon as we approached the table.

"You look beautiful,” he complimented me. My heart skipped a beat with happiness. “Are you watching, Sukuna? This is how you give a compliment,” I thought with blushing cheeks.

"I thought I raised you to always be on time," the mother scolded Sukuna.

According to Yuuji, Kaori Itadori was a highly sophisticated and strict mother. She has always focused on giving his children the best education so that they would grow up to be strong men and providers. An extremely traditional and Catholic woman. She sounded like the worst mother-in-law you could have.

"There was a lot of traffic," Sukuna answered reluctantly as we sat at the table.

Choso helped me, pulling my chair like a perfect gentleman. I was so nervous having him so close, since Yuuji gave me his seat, so I could sit next to him. My mind was at peace realizing that I still liked Choso a lot.

"At this time? The report says that the streets are quite clear,” his mother challenged him.

"Honey, it was only 20 minutes. You're going to scare his girlfriend away,” her husband, Jin Itadori, told her. He was like any dad, pretty chill and care free.

"She is not my girlfriend. She's my coach,” Sukuna clarified, starting to get annoyed.

"But you live together," his mother said.

"You live together?" Choso asked me confused. “Oh no,” I thought. I had barely arrived, and I already wanted to go home. I had a feeling this woman was going to try to embarrass me in any way possible the rest of the evening.

"It is a long story," I said, trying to cut the tension.

"You see, Sukuna kicked his ex's ass. This ex almost raped her in the past, so Sukuna offered her to live with him so she would feel safe,” Yuuji explained the situation.

"Yuuji!" Sukuna and I scolded him.

"I'm just trying to help!" Yuuji defended himself.

I wanted to die. Yuuji just told the whole table my life trauma as if it were the plot of a movie he watched on Netflix. I hid in my hands from shame, praying that the earth would swallow me whole.

"I'll take a smoking break," Choso said before getting up from the table to retreat to the balcony.

"Is it necessary to ask those kinds of questions now?" Sukuna asked his mother, already annoyed.

"You know what I think about concubinage," His mother reproached him, disappointed.

"We're not a couple. We just work together.” Sukuna rolled his eyes.

"Besides, Y/n likes Choso, don’t you?" Yuuji asked me to make his mother stop bugging me with questions about my relationship with her son.

"I need fresh air," I excused myself to get out of there as quickly as possible.

I knew this was a bad idea from the start. I should have said no to Yuuji. I went out to the balcony to breathe deeply and admire the view of the city. I looked at Choso to explain what was happening. I found him smoking on the other side of the balcony, just as he had told us. He looked so elegant and mysterious in front of the pretty city lights. A beautiful contrast between brightness and darkness.

"Long time no see," I greeted him, approaching him.

"Does Sukuna treat you well?" He asked me, ignoring my greeting. It seemed like being straightforward ran in the family.

"I can not complain," I answered honestly. "Sometimes he's a jerk, but you already know that," I joked. He smiled with the cigarette between his lips.

"I know… very well," he said as he blew the smoke into the wind, being careful not to blow the smoke in my face.

"Does it bother you that I live with him?" I asked him worried.

"Of course not, I just didn't expect it," he answered. "Yuuji told me that you're going to quit soon, is that true?" I was happy to see that he was treating me as always.

"That's right, I'm very excited to return to the gym with my team," I explained with a smile.

Choso despite having some similarities with Sukuna, he was so kind in comparison. His voice was sweet, his touch was pleasant, and his words filled me with joy. My heart moved every time he spoke to me. In the end, I realized that I still liked him, and I was very happy that it was that way. He was my ideal man.

"Are you still thinking about calling me when you become the protector again?" He wondered with a thread of hope. My cheeks blushed redder as I listened. I had already forgotten what I had said to him that night at the bar.

"You know it," I answered him with a smile.

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boxfullaturtles · 2 months

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Donnie, number 19

hehehehehhehe angst for donnie

time to Good Genes Rise Donatello again lol

this one got long because it contains my favorite tropes, non-consensual body modification and painful transformations uwu

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“I did warn you turtley-boos to keep out of my business,” Big Mama coos at them and Raph dearly wants to punch her in her face.

But Donnie is down and Leo’s trying to tend to him and Raph’s not stupid enough to think that he and Mikey alone can take on Big Mama. Especially when Raph is preoccupied by the fact that Donnie’s been shot.

Big Mama's still got the gun in her hand--not a human gun, something yokai that glows a sickly yellow and looks like it has teeth. Donnie's sitting on the floor, breathing hard and curling away from Leo. And Leo is trying to pry Donnie's fingers away from the bloody spot and Raph is so, so angry. And scared. They've never been shot before.

"Shame, firearms aren't really my frivvly-forte," Big Mama hums, "I was aiming for the little one. Ah well, the result will still be the same~" She smiles at them and waves the gun in a farewell, "It will keep you busy for a bitty-while. Ta-ta~"

Raph's not about to just let her walk away and he makes to launch after her with a snarl. A painful cry from Donnie and a worried order from Leo stop him in his tracks, making him stagger and turn. He's never heard Donnie make a sound like that before and it makes his heart lurch in his chest.

Donnie's left arm--the one that's been shot--is shaking and spasming, the tremor running through his entire body. Worse still are the veins of toxic yellow seeping from the bullet wound. Donnie is panting, gasping for air, trying to hold his own arm still as it jitters at his side.

Then, horrifically, his arm bulges.

A scream of pain tears out of Donnie and he doubles over on the ground, grinding his forehead into gritty cement. His injured arm is jutted out in front of him, fingers dancing across the floor. The swell in his upper arm, right beneath the bullet hole, wriggles and spreads, pressing outward. Donnie screams again as his arm bulges, gets bigger, straining the elbow pad until it threatens to tear. And Raph realizes that Donnie's arm isn't just swelling, it's packing on muscle.

There's an awful CRACK and Donnie's scream hits higher, scratching the air. His arm is growing. It's growing bigger and longer and it's wrong, it's so very wrong.

The change reaches Donnie's wrist and he lets out a screaming sob, his other hand coming to paw at his vambrace tech. He leaves smears of his own blood over the screen. His skin is bunching against the metal, trying to stretch and grow, hampered by Donnie's tech. Leo dives forward and pries it off and the growth shoots down Donnie's arm. His hand slams into the floor and veins bulge from the back, bones cracking and popping as they grow bigger. His nail thicken and sharpen into claws.

A monstrous, mutated arm is swollen from Donnie's shoulder, his violet markings stretched like streaks of paint. His arm is as big as Raph's. Maybe even bigger.

"I...is it...stopping?" Mikey's voice is trembling, his hands pressed against his mouth. His watery eyes are staring helplessly at his brother.

"...Dee?" Leo ventures carefully, "Donnie? Hey, come on, buddy, speak to me."

The only thing he gets in answer is a wheezing, whispered, "...help."

Something creaks and Donnie groans. It takes Raph a moment to realize that what he's hearing is the strain of metal.

"His battle shell," He murmurs to himself and then, louder, "His battle shell! Take it off!" He doesn't wait for Leo, just leaps forward and grabs the shoulder clamps of Donnie's precious battle shell. He knows there's a release button on there somewhere but he can't be bothered to look for it. He just mutters a quick apology and snaps the clamps off, tossing them aside and wrenching the shell from Donnie's back.

"Oh god..." Leo sounds like he's being strangled.

Donnie's soft shell is rippling and churning. He lets out another agonizing groan as the little ridges along his spine stretch up and out into sharp spikes. The spikes rise off his arched back and then fold back down again, flexing like tiny wings, stretching new muscles that are forcing themselves into place. The edges of his shell spread, curving into bony spikes, and a sharp, snapping clicking starts as Donnie's spine lengthens.

He's sobbing now, gasping for air as his body warps. There's an awful CRUNCH and Donnie jolts, his cries turning into a breathless gargle when his plastron bows outward, new scutes wedging themselves into existence.

It's spreading faster now.

The belt at Donnie's waist snaps as his lithe frame widens, bulking up with muscle and mass. The elbow pad and glove on his left arm have split at the seams and the ones on his right are going to follow soon enough. His neck thickens, veins pulsing along its length and Donnie throws his head back, choking, eyes rolling in pain.

"Do something...!" Mikey whimpers and then grabs Raph's arm, shaking him, "Do something! Do something! Help him! Raph!"

But Raph doesn't know what to do. He can only stand there in cold terror as his brother's body is twisted. Raph looks at Leo but Leo is on his knees, clutching Donnie's wrist tech to his chest, sinking deep into shock as he watches what's happening. None of them know what to do. None of them know how to stop this.

Donnie's breathing has become deeper, heavier, huffing bellowing growls from the expanding cavity of his broad chest. His next scream comes out in a shaky roar. His tail clicks with new vertebrae as it lengthens, thickening and growing small spikes until its longer than Raph's tail. Donnie digs his feet into the cement, whining and snarling as bones and muscles bulge and grow. His knees break into a new shape with a sickening, wet SNAP that makes Raph feel sick, fresh joints jamming into place, toes growing bigger, claws scraping the floor.

There's a pause, a second where everything holds its breath, like the changes are settling into place. Donnie's normal face looks tiny on his hulking new body. Then comes a splintering crunch and Donnie howls in agony.

It's horrifying to watch his skull grow, pressing outward, stretching his bandana almost to its limits. The bridge of his goggles snap and tumble to the ground. Skin stretches, rippling over changing structures, and Donnie gags, coughing, and vomits onto the ground. His jaw crackles as it grows, his tongue lengthening and spilling out of his mouth while he pants for air. His gums begin to bleed and Donnie cries and wails as his teeth fall out, pushed out by the lethal set of jagged, predatory fangs he's sprouting.

Mikey is sobbing now, pressed against Raph's side because none of them can help, none of them can stop this. All they can do is watch.

Donnie collapses to the floor, wheezing, claws scrabbling and his tail lashing. His eyes roll wildly until he locks gazes with Raph. There's a second that lasts for hours where Raph looks into Donnie's eyes and sees his little brother begging for help, begging for Raph to stop the pain. Raph's heart is in pieces.

He's still making staring at Donnie when the light of intelligence flickers in his brother's eyes...and goes out.

And just like that, Donatello Hamato is gone.

The creature that's warped his body roars and thrashes on the ground, snapping its teeth and snarling. Spittle flies from its gnashing jaws and its tail is beating so hard against the floor that it vibrates like a bass drum.

"Don..." Leo's voice is a trembling whisper. He's in shock, just sitting on the floor, staring at what he twin has become.

Raph feels like he's floating off into a void; adrift, lost, and hopeless. The pieces of his shattered heart have dropped into his icy stomach and his body is far away, numb. It belongs to someone else, someone who can actually be a hero, someone who can save his brothers, someone who is a big brother.

Someone who isn't Raph, who can only stare at the creature that used to be Donnie as it rises shakily to its feet, towering over him.

And Raphael has never felt so small and useless.

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lil messy sketch of monster don so i could visualize him at least he got to keep his bandana :)

#rottmnt #tmnt angst prompts #sage writes turtles #cw painful transformation #cw body horror #i spent all day agonizing over what to write for this #rottmnt fic server saved my bacon. thank you my dudes.

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lord-squiggletits · 1 year

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TF ask meme:

19. A character you love that no one else seems to

21. A pairing you love that no one else seems to

37. Least favorite TF universe(s)

38. How did you get into transformers

19. A character you love that no one else seems to

IDW Optimus hands down, although the longer I spend in the fandom the more people I find who understand and love him as he deserves, so the feeling isn't as lonely and annoying as it used to be. :)

Mmmm but who's a different character I love that no one else seems to? Maybe Pyra Magna (IDW1) because non-MTMTE characters in general don't get a lot of recognition, and I think her CONCEPT was really interesting plus she's hands-down the sexiest female TF of all time.

I think Impactor would qualify? It's not that he's widely and unjustly hated (like IDW OP) or ignored (like IDW Pyra Magna), but I don't see a lot of posts that are focused on Impactor or anyone who has a deep attachment to him? He shows up a lot in Wreckers-related fanart but mostly in action things, not a whole lot of character meta. I'm not insane over Impactor like I am with others, but I'm definitely emotionally attached to him and don't see hardly anyone else who feels Emotions (TM) over him.

21. A pairing you love that no one else seems to

Not sure I have an answer for this, because although I do have my fair share of rarepairs, I've managed to find niches for most all of them (or am not invested enough in them to be sad about how rare they are).

37. Least favorite TF universe(s)

Can't really say I've consumed the most TF universes compared to other people, and the main reasons I have "least favorites" are mostly due to the fandom than anything else.

I think my least favorite might be TFA purely because of how trash some of the takes on Optimus are (uwu sad baby twink who's so depressed and everyone abuses him and he's so scared and full of anxiety and needs a big strong bot to show him how the Autobots are evil and he deserves love!!111!!!!!), but also because.... Well, the show itself was really good, but a lot of the "deep and dark" lore is pretty much entirely contained in side material and includes some stuff that you would literally not have a clue about just from watching TFA. And due to some past fandoms I was in, my #1 media pet peeve is that I HATE when the shows make you buy supplementary material that completely retcons/recontextualizes the story instead of just putting that new story information IN THE ACTUAL STORY!!!

So yeah, TFA to me is a good show, but as far as how "deep" it is I think it's severely overrated and a lot of the common fanon takes about it are really annoying anyways.

38. How did you get into transformers

Reading Victory Condition by astolat because some friends of mine from my job at the time linked it in the group chat. I was bored and alone in my room one night and decided to click on the link they put in chat (they aren't TF fans, it was just from some podcast thing) and read it.

#squiggle answers

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Splintered Fate Michelangelo - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about… For multimuse blogs, please specify!

"Looks like i'm up dudes"

When I write SF Mikey I feel it's pretty obvious that I base him off of 03 at best due to the use of the shriek 03 Mikey sort of known for when he gets spooked. I also actually pull from 12 Mikey as well when it comes to his more insightful and need to annoy sides which is why he was so quick to make fun of Donnie when it comes to Von. Not to kiddish a bit more grown in how he acts since this Mikey is pretty good about having a sort of sense of responsibility like 87 Mikey can be.

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.)

"Like my name stands out already buuut even among my bros I feel it still needs a touch of flare."

As we know of Mikey he is someone who prefers company over others to his own. Not that he can't handle alone time he just more rather be around others. he's not the best at quietly being together but he is good about being in the same space doing his own thing. Mikey often can be found sitting at the TV in the lair watching it or playing games. Donatello never too far off, usually sitting over by his work station. Raph tends to be around training on the wooden dummies or his room. Leo's normally the closest off mediate near by himself. He's always excited to meet new people so he can be a tad intrusive he means well. As you can see mikey likes to put a small star over his eyes this is a sign of his active imagination as someone who reads only comics this shouldn't be a shock. With the way it slants to the left we can see that Mikey can be a bit reserved himself and even introspective. This trait I feel is why Mikey of all can befriend mutants like Slash. Or despite not feeling he is the best of his brothers Mikey always does his best to try and keep things upbeat. And can be good if he can even get Don to join in on his dumb jokes to annoy Leo with.

✈ : My muse and traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"Uh mostly just New York, Dad ain't too big on us going to the surface as is anyway."

Seeing how this game is a bit more self contained? Yeah I would say it's safe to say these turtles haven't explored beyond their city but I like to think they will. At best maybe some Neighboring States near New York maybe dip into Canada. Maybe hope a boat and cross of to England or even Japan. Or maybe they will finally get answers on the portals and find out why they sided with the foot, what Baxter had to do with it even.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.)

"Natures a big deal I am I'm a city turtle but I got my roots still." I feel Mikey would someone who would like the idea of camping and such till he starts to understand that he ain't getting any TV time because no power XD Hell Mikey might be desperate enough to had and keep one of those old school hand crank or portable tvs. HE can't go with out it and expecting him to is unnatural he been conditioned don't be rude to him. I think he dose fine during the day when there is more to do of course.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.)

"My first memory? I kind of remember Splinter finding the first comic for me? Splinter complains about my obsession now but he got me on the hook so seems unfair ya know dudes?"

Splinter doesn't really mind Mikey's interest its how distracted he gets by it all he minds. Living in the sewers of course meant not having much and Splinter wishing he could provide better for his boys. Anytime he came across anything that might be of interest he would bring it back. One day he found an old comic book discarded and brought it home he read it to all the turtles for bed time for something new and Mikey? well he couldn't sleep so when he got out of bed and went to Splinter he went and tried reading more of it to Mikey to help him sleep. This kind of started a tread Mikey learning to read by having Splinter read to him he got invested and it gave him a reason to learn. Very much how Mikey is when it comes to his ninja training as is in the first place. So to Mikey it's just a nice reminder of this fact that he got special time with his dad when he got interested in comics.

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"Pizza is my true love guys if I could I'd marry it be a short marriage though might not last through the wedding."

I feel it a no brainier of course Mikey out of all the turtles loves Pizza the most. He finds Pizza to be the best treat he can eat it hot, cold, and in as many other ways he can think. Outside of this Mikey really dose actually like Splinter's Noodle surprise despite how salty it is. But only because Splinter makes it. Mikey was very much that kid who clung around his parent often since his brothers were more good about being on their own. The reason Mikey can cook unlike his brothers or better even is because like with reading he learned from Splinter. Mikey just liked any extra time he could get with Dad. And this turned into a way to express love through food. Why Mikey doesn't mind being the cook for his brothers. He doesn't feel he offers them much else in truth but at least he can make a good meal for them to enjoy. Even if he gets a tad experimental time to time.

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Rock n' roll is my jam!"

Mikey likes music that is like himself energetic and fun, he listens to rock and pop music very often. Anything he can move to basically he's not much for the slower stuff he can often be found with headphone son when in the kitchen or ready comics heck sometimes he just sits around and listens to music. He can be a tad of a dork about it when it comes to games, sometimes he likes to match his own music to boss fights and because of it many games he just can't beat with out the right song on he has tried and failed! And he can't risk his records and speed runs! he gotta have the right beat!

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.)

"Eh not much to think about there I guess? I mean less you mean when I was a kid?"

Mikey doesn't try to dread much on the lack of what they had as kids growing up, but he knows Splinter sacrificed and scraped together best he could for them. Mikey may come off a bit materialistic but this is in fact because of how they grew up, being older and bit more able to get things like DVD's, games and even comics? despite how he can be he takes really good care of his stuff. he keeps his comics in protective sleeves, When he has them if not? they are safety stored away. Mikey tends to freak out when other mess with his stuff but doesn't really always hold this the other way around he is a baby brother after all.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.)

"You don't get this pretty without catching them Z's. Why Don and Raph look like the way they do."

Surpisngly Mikey is pretty good about going to bed roughly decent hours himself. He's not much of an all nighter person himself, Mikey himself just has a very good internal clock once ten hits he basically out doesn't really matter what he's doing. I mean outside of them being a mission of course. If he is just at home he just passes right out. Mikey is a early riser so to speak as well, not like Leo but I'd say hes moving about by 6am at best and always wide wake bright as the sun and smiling. He is for sure a morning person he is the worst kind though he can start talking the second his eyes open and he doesn't wait for the coffee cups to be empty before he starts to chatter. He also thinks people wanna hear about his dreams so he often rants on about his dreams to others as well. I fell Donnie suffers this the most if anything, Mikey just thinks Donnie can explain why he dreamt about the moldy cheese escapes the trash bin and came for him with a paint gun with pallets full of acid.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.)

"Eh it's in the name of course i'm an artis!"

I do feel Mikey's creative has other outlets not just his way of thinking or even the kinds of thoughts he has. Mikey just likes art he isn't very serious about it. But he dose enjoy getting to doddle here and there, he likes to slap stickers on everything. Like his skateboard deck a bit more decorative I guess would be the way to say it. He likes to make food into shapes as well. Not always appropriate though uwu. He learned to make a dick shape pancake and he never dose it around Splinter but he thinks it's the funnest thing to do.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.)

"Oh I'm on it pretty often here and there I like talking to people online about games and such it's fun since my bros aren't into all of that."

Mikey I feel is mostly a twitter person, but I feel he dose have a youtube channel for gaming stuff as I mentioned speed runs earlier he likes to post his speed runs online seeing as Mikey can't often get new games and plays what he owns a lot he has had time to learn all the ways to exploit glitches and such to finish games faster. As mentioned in an ask Mikey follows don and von on twitter. I feel Mikey loves to tag Donnie in things all the time he thinks Donnie might like mostly dumb jokes. Once von is around? I can see him doing the same spamming her here and there. He likes to randomly pop into their threads and post annoying gifs mostly ones telling them to just fuck. But if his heckling ever attracts others to give their two cents? Mikey jumps into defense like excuse you now on invited you here XD. Miekys gifs I feel mostly go ignored anyway by Von and Don so he will sort of fight with the random people to go away XD.

His own context is as mentioned just comics and games. Sometimes he posts pictures from around the city. He has a pretty good following because he is just very personable so he draws in followers pretty easy. So he's collab with others who make context like himself, luckily no ones thought much about him not having camera they tend to buy him being poor which isn't really a lie.

✉ : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.).

"I love meeting new people! I like handing around them to I get bored being alone."

As for here it's kind of set that Casey was the first human they ever really met. And I feel Mikey too some interest there similar to 03 mikey he sees Casey as this cool older brother who lets him get away with more than his own will. But he still gets pretty annoyed with Casey simallir to a sibling. Ironic. But he often jokes about April being the real first human they met. Because Casey doesn't count he's just the stray that never left. With April, Mikey tends to be a bit more accommodating around Simallir to how he was when Von first came around. I think Mikey's just good about getting along with others as mentioned it's said he's friends with Slash so no one really too of putting for him to be friendly with. He just makes exceptions like Casey again this is more because they have known Casey a bit longer. They were all kind of younger when Casey first came around so he get more family like acceptance from Mikey.

Same goes for him only as I mentioned a bit in the previous section he someone that just talks to others pretty often here and there. When he's scrolling through online. A few he dose consider friends. He has meet a few of them in person and they don't mind the turtle thing. Really all Mikey cares about is he wants to find people he can vibe with he doesn't care much for if their interests don't match sometimes he find it makes things more interesting like with Von and April.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.).

"uh? I mean ninja school I guess?"

Mikey has basic knowledgeable and that is about all. He still needs to count with his hands which is hard when you only have three fingers. As mentioned he did learn to read from Splinter and comic's is sort of where he learned ti write as well. No where like Don of course he just learned what he needed and that all he needs but he still doing better than Raphael who tends to says things wrong all the time. Though for some I feel he just stands there and nods along as if he understands, till someone points out raph is wrong so he shakes his head as if he knew that.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.).

"aww i like them they are cute! I like cats the most!"

Mikey and cats that is all I can really say. Mikey of course like animals they are cute and well animals tend to be more accepting then humans are of him so he likes to pet any strays he comes by he is a bit of animal whispering so if he finds a stray and knows where its owners are he'll drop the pet off at the door. Don't thinks this is only in good will if a reward is offered he finds a way to make sure he can get it as well.

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.)

"I never turn down a present!"

He dose not. Mikey can be easily bought just get him something he wants. Casey and Raph want the tv? just slip him a new comic or CD he don't got and hell move. Wanna buy his silence? give hims something. Want him ti side with you in a fight? same deal XD Mikey loves to receive presents and hell complain because it means hell get more stuff down the road. Other way around? he's not the best gift giver but he tries he really dose. He tries to find useful stuff for Donnie, gets candles for Leo, ducktape for Raph because it''s way to fix his punching back all the time or patch holes in his hammocks. Not out there but he dose think about it if he find something his brothers like more so? he cant wait to give it to them he runs home with it hes more excited then they might be to get it even.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.).

"Family's kind of all I got so they mean everything to me. I dunno where I be with out my brothers watching out for me."

As independent Mikey wishes to be? He isn't all that great at it. I feel in part his brothers have always looked over and after him out of habit of being older than him. So he is kind of dependent on them for many things. Mikey looks up to brothers and even their friends later down the road. he is someone who can always see something to admire about others and wish he could have those traits himself and just dosen't always see what he himself offers or brings to the table. Mikey tends to think people only like home because he is always upbeat and funny. And if he isn't? then they would like that. Sometimes it's an act sometimes he has his down days where he isn't ass energetic he might wanna curl up in bed and be alone he might not want to be online. But then what would others say or think? They would think something wrong and well there isn't he just needs a moment to himself but he can't really have that without feeling like he's missing out. if he isn't involved then what?

He tends to feel this most with his brothers, he feels he has this role he needs to stick to. Might be a bit harder to hide this from them but he hopes he dose. His brothers do so much for him as is he relies on them to much already. he knows the pressures on them. Leo's always gotta keep it together he has to be focused and serious and that lets Mikey goof off. Don has to be the one to make sure things are always working with out him they just don't have any of their resources. Raph is always trying to protect them keep them together even Mikey is selfish his brothers do so much he just wants them all to have something to be selfish with as well.

#muse| hamato michelangelo #aflockoffeathers #[ the brains of this operation -aflockoffeather]#[ rokin and heads a rollin’ aflockoffeathers]#[ welcome to weird science 101- alfockoffeathers]#muse headcanons #muse bio: hamato michelangelo #[sf verse]#((sorry wasn't feel great bleh soo headcannons of sunshine boy uwu))

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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Part one of the blooper reel

Sorry for the bad quality filming, I don't have the ability to screenrecord.

RC: How do you run in these things? KB: Shut up & pull RC/NF: You say pull your shoes say pole SK (KB): What? NF (RC): Ahn? Ahn?? :D

NF: *sneezes like a kitten & flails his hands a bit* uwu NF mouthing/whispering: We'll cut that out *makes snipping motions with his hands*

SK: *dancing with an evil smile*

RC: Mother, get down! MR/SS: *looks around a bit before dropping down behind the desk* D: *Cut to them both laughing af*

KR: Found something you'd want to see SD (KR): *laugh/scoff* You have a line! *points one finger while walking backwards to where he is when he starts the scene*

[In the morgue] KB: Let's go update captain Montgomery. RC, spotting his daughter in the other room: Can you give me a minute? KB/SK: No-- SK (KB): wait-- SK (KB): Captain Montgomery is dead *someone says "ouh" & NF bursts out laughing, even the dead guy cracks a smile* ((I sort of wish that they keep small mistakes in, it would make it more real. Maybe if someone slurs or stutters their line a bit but not horribly idk I'm not a director or editor))

*Sophia Turner passes Castle a card or smth* *NF/RC drops it & needs to bend down to pick it up* JB (ST) loud-whispers: Loser

NF (RC): *come here gesture* NF mouths: come here Camera: *turns to him a bit* NF: *over here* NF mouths: come right here Cam: *zooms in* NF mouths: come on NF: *nods while still saying "come here" with his fingers* Cam: *continues to focus on him* NF: *makes the "ok" symbol with his hands & gives a little kiss*

Turner/Oliver/Connor/Tucker/Tanner (I can't hear his name): You guys are De-TEC-tives huh? *leans up on his toes during the "tec" of detective* JE: *Looks at Beckett in expressionless confusion* Uniformed Officer: Hahah I'm still in a squad car *a single "hm" laugh* JE: *looks back to uni* UO: I uh, almost made detective once but had a little *puts hand by his mouth* pRobLEm WiTh thE wEEd *ha* so anyway. Guys sent me down. I'm Oliver, I'm new. ((DANG I WISH THEY HAD KEPT THIS IN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH)) ((also this was before weed was even legal in california, before it was legal in canada))

KB, breaking down the phone sex door: NYPD!!! *part of the door frame falls on her*

SD: ... Did one of you fart?

KB/SK: He had a slight hitch in his walk. I think he had a physical therap-- JE/JH: *cocks head a bit* KB/SK: I think he had a phylic-- NF/RC: *recoils minutely* SK/KB: physical disability NF/RC: someone does

KR: Nao but we got unis canvassing... *bug flies around* KR con't: every eyewitness & street level... *bug flies closer* KR, a bit strained: security guard *bug flies wildly & then NF/RC comes behind him waving away the fly* KR con't: Just after... SD, unable to contain his smile: Let's do that again *runs backwards in a cute dancey canter* SD, to NF: You saved me

KB: But it-.. did get everywhere-- TJ (LP) I think: *fails at holding back a laugh* SK (KB): How does that damn line go? *laughs*

LP: If there's even some, it's probably-- TJ (LP), suddenly: What is it!? *makes wide eyes off to the side* Bitch... XP

PJJ/VG: some of my detectives keep me informed as to thei a whu cho'pa habakta

NF/RC: Odette paid for Barbara's f- sur ger y a.nd im ur mamnga ma mh

TJ (Betsy Sinclair/LP): Yes; & I don't appreciate you lugs mopping him with the floor the other night. ((Dang she's hot)) NF: Ooh/ew Director, OS & therefore echoey & muted: Say that line again TJ/BS/LP: I don't approve-- NF, overlapping: Mopping the floor with him TJ: *surprised pikachu* TJ: ??? What did I say? ((I feel her, I feel her))

NF/RC: He also admitted to making a low net vengeance em ne nem me 'h hm

RC: You change the letters around, you get ___ KB: Stan Lee. *writes Stan' then pauses & writes Lee* Comic book genius. StanA Katic (KB), leaning against the whiteboard: I found myself writing "Stana Lee" XD

Director: Can you do a little double take on that? SK: That- it's- it's a sexual thing? Director: Well,, Yeah. SK: Oh Everyone: XD

#castle season 4 #castle s4 bonus features #castle s4 outtakes #castle s4 clip

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captaincryolicious · 3 years

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Visiting Ikea with him!

➳ Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe, Diluc, Albedo (seperatedly) x gn!reader

➳ Headcanons ; 1.7k

➳ Modern au, comedy+fluff ; Just the usual suggestive jokes in Kaeya's part lol.

Have you ever thought about what it would be like to visit Ikea with him? [O7.O7.2O21]

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✧ Zhongli

There is no particular reason for your visit to Ikea, but does one need a reason to visit Ikea?

Exactly, no.

While you see it as just a fun day out, Zhongli would half-seriously view it as a cultural trip lol.

I mean to be fair I can't really blame him since Ikea displays so many various styles and designs and atmospheres among furniture and accessories.

Your visit with him is the longest out of everyone you have ever visited the store with, probably because he walks around like it's a museum.

This man didn't bother to take a shopping cart but you don't really mind since you can walk through the store hand-in-hand now! Which was exactly Zhongli's intention when he deliberately ignored the option to take a cart at the entrance.

So Ikea always makes these showrooms where they set up completely furnished kitchens, bedrooms, offices, living rooms, etc. and he looks at all these set-ups and admires them I do too because they often look really cool and there's obviously effort and thought put into them.

After a while you want a bit more action, though, so you drag him along to try out the huge variety of chairs they have on offer.

Initially he's like ??? but he plays along anyway, giving his in-depth opinion on the chairs he tries and enjoying the way his descriptions make you laugh.

Especially when he graciously sits down on a kiddy chair in the shape of a frog and he struggles to maintain a straight face as he shares his refined thoughts on the tiny piece of furniture.

No but imagine him sitting on a lime green frog chair that's waaay too small for him while describing it using words all big and fancy??

Zhongli is a very serious man most of the time, so seeing his more playful side show today is cute in your eyes and makes you very happy uwu.

A few hours and probably a hundred chairs later, you head to the exit of the mega store, but not before you got him a cute little dragon plushie!

✧ Kaeya

In celebration of moving to a new office, Kaeya takes you with him to Ikea so you can get new stuff together.

With him, going out can either go normal or not normal at all, and you wonder what today is gonna be like. It all depends on how serious Kaeya's mood is.

You find your answer pretty soon.

Upon arriving, he instantly starts picking up the strangest stuff and goes like "look, imagine Jean's face if I put this in my office."

Some of the stuff among the items he points out include a broccoli shaped lamp, a bright pink little chair with glitters, a snail plushie, a race car-themed stationery set, and so on.

Ends up actually taking the little glitter chair with him for the occasions he has to watch over Klee.

So Ikeas have like, small plastic containers with those tiny pencils everywhere throughout the store right?

Kaeya totally grabs a few every time he spots a container and by the time you leave the store he has like, forty of them a friend of mine always does this smh

It's because of that friend that I also have like, fifty of these pencils in my bedroom atm

Free office supplies is his excuse.

Also, brace yourself when you reach the sleep department with beds, mattresses and other stuff related to that.

"Hey, Y/N, let's test out this bed."

wHY IS HE SOunding like that in a public place with people everywhere around you!? Hello?! Does Kaeya Alberich not have shame?!

You can instantly answer your own question.

He doesn't!

"You don't need a bed in your office," you scold him, dragging him away and to the next department.

"That's right, my desk also works really well," he replies, enjoying the way you turn bright red and utterly flustered.

His shit-eating grin, though.

Okay but after that he tones it down a little, not wanting to genuinely piss you off or make you uncomfortable. After all, he still wants it to be a fun day out for you!

Treats you to ice cream in the restaurant and acts all sweet and funny until you're smiley again uwu.

✧ Childe

Going to Ikea is totally his idea!! He suggests it to you and you are on board immediately because it's fun so why not??

The two lovely idiots (/j) who decide to show up right when it's opening time so they can go in immediately but accidentally get the time wrong and end up being an hour too early.

Oops, now you have to wait in the empty parking lot for a full hour– but like, you have Childe with you so it's fun anyway.

Childe really turns an Ikea visit into a fun day out! Not serious in the slightest bit, just there to have a good time lol.

I'm not sure if all Ikeas have this but the ones I've been to have these arrow stickers on the floor to make a set walking direction but Childe happily walks into the opposite direction of the arrows.

You two are just goofing around a bit, but not enough for it to become bothersome to others.

He pulls you into one of those bedroom showrooms that are kinda secluded from the path and places a finger against your lips to keep you quiet.

The way your heartbeat goes 📈📈

Turns out he just wants to make plans with you to secretly infiltrare Småland?? (yk, the playground where parents can drop their kids)

This guy… (you are close to agreeing, though)

Insists to buy many plushies (secretly planning to give them all to you once you're home) (but like, you sleep in the same bed anyway so it's not like it really matters who is the lawful owner of the plushies??)

So you actually end up with a shopping cart filled to the brim with plushies in all shapes, sizes and colors and you have to fight the urge to jump into the cart as well and have Childe push you around.

Okay but he totally would!

Imagine the cashier's face when you dump a shitload of fluffy and cute plushies on the counter lmao.

Goodluck fitting them all in whatever vehicle you used to get there!!

✧ Diluc

Going to Ikea would be his idea, mostly because he's aiming to refresh the interior of the Dawn Winery and maybe Angel's Share a little bit.

Finally replacing the weird vase.

Asks you to come with him so it becomes more of a fun day out and less of a mandatory thing that needs to happen without a fun factor.

No but I can't help but think about the attention you draw when pulling into the parking lot with a sleek black car with tinted windows, even more when Diluc gets out and then proceeds to open the door for you because hello?? Fancy sports car with an insanely handsome man? Oh boy, you feel like you're some kind of celebrity couple lol.

Jokes aside though, I would definitely pause for a moment if I visited Ikea and would spot a Diluc in the parking lot!!

He is very serious at first, walking around slowly and his eyes skimming the products in search of something that might look good in the winery.

His shopping cart remains empty for the longest time, though, so you decide to help him out a bit by tossing stuff into it while he isn't looking.

There's nothing discreet about what you're doing so Diluc instantly notices lmao. Buuut he's amused at your attempt and just allows you to do your thing.

He can tell from the items you pick that you are seriously thinking it through and he trusts your sense of style, especially since you're in the winery almost just as much as he is so you know the interior very well.

Adores the way you are so adamant on helping him out, he finds it endearing uwu.

See? This is why Diluc brought you along! You turn it into a fun happening and he finds himself quite enjoying this little shopping trip.

Also, goes a little red when you unexpectedly turn around and catch him looking at you with a soft smile. But he won't stop smiling!

Wonders if there's more buildings or rooms that need an upgrade, so he has an excuse to go again in the near future.

✧ Albedo

The alchemist wouldn't be the biggest fan of fun days out and you know that, so you bribe him into going with you by telling him you direly need new stuff and also need him to go with you.

You don't, you just want to go to Ikea lol.

But he would go with you anyway. If he had to name something that was worth abandoning his research and experiments for, it was spending time with you!!

Klee also tags along, but as soon as she spots the entrance to Småland at the beginning, she insists on going there to play with the other kids.

She gives Dodoco to Albedo because she doesn't want to lose or hurt Dodoco in the ball pit uwu.

Imagine him carrying Dodoco around? I'm soft.

He enjoys watching you dart around and point at items you like, so you see him smile more often today than usual. He loves your excitement!

Albedo is smart, so he saw right through you when you asked him to come along. He knows you don't need anything in particular, and the way you roam around aimlessly confirms his suspicions. He doesn't mind, though. He just accompanies you while trying to understand the fun factor of a massive furniture store?

Soon he realizes that for him, there is no particular fun factor in the store itself, but you bring the fun to this place and he finds himself having a good time too!

He sometimes frowns slightly at the items you place into the cart, especially when you bring back a bunny-shaped lamp. You tell him it's for Klee but you are definitely planning to place it in the alchemist's lab and see how long it will take for him to notice.

You two spend quite some time at the shelves with plushies to pick one for Klee, and end up buying two because you can't choose between your personal favorites.

Albedo definitely wants to go to the restaurant after to get some desserts and refuses to go home without going there!

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Batman put a hand to his side in pain, while he put up his tools. His head was starting to hurt again, but this time from stress and over working his injury. He was never going to get benched again. At least, not in a mission involving ghosts or until he's absolute certain no one was in danger. He was already debating strategies, and counter strategies to plan for. What weapons to have on hand, maybe armor that repelled ghosts.. but what about Danny? Couldn't make one that worked on him. Wait. Did he even have suit? He hoped Danny wasn't fighting in street clothes.

Batman tested the plane's system. Something was still acting weird. Did it have to do with ectoplasmic level in the area? If so.. Bruce looked at the battery that started all of this. Perhaps he could do something to counter the effects.. Risks were not out weighing the cons of not being there for his kids. Just to know he was nearby would be enough.

--uwu--

Jason was using the wall to help support his weight and Danny's. Danny felt and looked like a slug as hung limp in Jason's arms. He was still awake, just lacked the energy to support his own weight. Jason stopped in front of each door he passed, looking in. Signs were looking good from what he had seen. Training rooms, or he assumed from the equipment.. another lab.. it hadn't been used much it seemed. There was also a semi infirmary attached, annd-Bingo! Jason kicked the door open, it wasn't a showering area liked he hoped, but it did contain water. Actually it was sinks for washing lab or medical equipment, there was even a rinsing station for the eyes. However, the station wasn't big enough to rinse off Danny.. so sink it was. Jason walked over to the sinks, sitting Danny down on the counter, while he made sure the sink was clean. They didn't need some left over chemical reaction to put the final nail in the coffin. Danny scooted back on the counter to have his back against the wall, sighing with relief. He listened to Jason rinsing the sink, as he kept his eyes closed. Tired. He couldn't wait to get this stuff off of him- Jason yanked Danny by his shirt into the deep sink, spraying water over him. Danny spit and sputtered as he was caught of guard. “H-hey I can..pfft wash my-PFFT” Water was sprayed in his face.. Danny decided he actually could have waited a little bit longer. “Quit kicking.” Jason had to hold back a laugh as Danny looked like a wet kitten. Hissing in all. “Once you succeed in drowning me I will-PFF” Danny flailed as the water hit his face again, unable to do anything else as he was firmly stuck in the sink until he either phased through it or Jason yanked him out... only one of those options were possible. “Can't drown someone who doesn't need to breath.” Jason smirked having a little fun antagonizing the teen, while he ruffled Danny's hair trying to help scrub off the repellent best he could. “I rather be goo-” Danny gargled being sprayed in the face again.

--uwu--

Dick let out a breath in relief, after hearing the comms. Danny and Jason were finally washing that stuff off. That's one problem that was being solved. Now if only they can solve the Plasmius one quickly. Reaching the stairwell, they found it rather empty. They frowned. There wasn't a sound as they walked up a flight of steps to the level above, keeping alert. “Maybe he's still blowing off steam?” Tim suggested, remembering what Danny had said about Plasmius's anger. “Maybe. Go on and meet with Robin, we'll see if we can get his attention towards us.” “Are you sure?” “It might be riskier, but a fight here would put us on equal footing. There isn't any floors to phase through.” They couldn't risk getting hit, but that was true in closed in spaces too. At least they'll have more of an advantage to dodge. “Alright, here's an extra grappling hook then.” Tim tossing his hook at Dick, then turned to make his way to where Damian and Jazz were. Dick caught the hook and watched Tim disappear. He turned to Cass sharing a look, before they nodded to themselves. Cass split towards down the stairs and Dick went up. Hoping that Plasmius would come their way, but staying there also allowed them to run in either direction if he came to attack the others instead.

--owo--

Damian got a few of the cables unplugged and couple machines shut down, but didn't find a way to release the pods. He tossed the cables aside with an angry huff. It wasn't that hard! He leaned against one of the computers, arms crossed, glancing back over to Jazz. Jazz seemed to have gotten into her impromptu therapy session as she looked more poise. She was adding to their conversations, while petting one of the Vulture's head as it cried in her lap. Damian still couldn't believe how this happened. “I see. So do you believe the times have changed? Or has your need to hench lead to devaluing yourself?” “That one. Definitely.” “Back in our day Villains respected the henchmen!” “Have you looked at my body. I'm not devaluing a thing!” “Ok. So why do you allow Mr. V. Plasmius's actions go without merit? Is there something else you're getting out of this work-relationship? ..Wait do ghost have currency?” “Of course we do!” “How else would we get to spend it on the ladies~?” “Not that Plasmius pays much.” The vultures went to grumbling under their breath. Jazz smiling at them sympathetically. “You mentioned that you had aspirations of being stand alone villains of your own? Could you tell me more about that?” “Eh, honestly the insurance keeps us from that.” “It saves our beaks.” “Or we give up henching for good!” “Ghost have- Never mind. So, Plasmius offers this insurance?” Jazz despite living so close to ghosts, she still gets a bit stunned by the revelations about the ghost zone. She wondered if it was just certain domains in the zone, or common ground. What did the dead insure for? She wonder if Danny could get insured. “........” Jazz pressed her lips tight. As the three vultures all flew together and started whispering in each others' ears. Jazz glancing at Damian with worry and then back at the vultures. Damian put a hand on his weapon, ready to attack if need be. His eyes focused on the birds, until he felt strange change in the air. It was like static near his-He swiped his roasting stick down, trying to jump out of the grasp of the black gloved hand that phased through the floor. Only to be tightly grabbed by the ankle and dangled into the air, dropping his roasting stick. “You're quite a tot? Funny how small things can be very annoying.” “Plasmius!” Jazz jumped to her feet, the chair falling back with the push. She gritted her teeth, watching as Damian kicked, trying to reach for his other weapons. Only for them to be blasted out of his hands.

“What is your excuse? Because you are far more annoying.” Damian glancing around trying to figure out what to do. “I feel like that's debatable considering you rats with wings have been interfering with my plans, but I digress.” Plasmius's voice raised as his grip tightened painfully around Damian's ankle, only for his voice to pulled back behind clenched teeth and his grip loosening slightly at the end. Jazz narrowed her eyes, looking between Plasmius and the box of weapons. Maybe she could- Plasmius shot at a spot in front of her, making her jump back with a squeak. “Be a good girl and sit.” A duplicate appeared behind her, forcing her back into the chair that the duplicate pulled back up. Hands pressed on her shoulders to keep her in place. Plasmius then took his attention to the vultures who were still huddled together. They gave a gulp, glancing between each other. Plasmius sending them a heated glare. “Now as for you three, mind telling me WHY none of you were actively keeping the pest and the brat from entering the room?” He growled, anger seething in his voice, but was forcibly trying to keep his anger down. He didn't want to lose his temper. The vultures frowned glancing at each other, as if afraid to answer. “WELL?!” Plasmius's grip tightening on Damian's ankle again. Damian trying not to wince. He glanced around the room, eyes settling on the door as he saw Tim's head in the window.

---owo---

“10/10 would never get sprayed again.” Danny huffed as he wrung out his shirt. He was soaking wet with some soap bubbles still on him, but he no longer felt like a slug that someone sprinkled salt on. “By water or repellent?” Jason asked as he held his head under the skin letting the water wash over his head. “Ha. Both! Or well, maybe just the repellent.” Danny said before turning around and pulling on the string to the eye rinse. He was trying to get water sprayed up his nostrils. Taking moments to break away from it and cough. “A simple thank you would suffice.” Jason turned his head to get his face really good, taking off his mask for a moment. Danny gargled a thank you as he tried to wash his mouth out. “Your welcome casp.” Jason turned his head the other way, then began scrubbing on his own skin. Did it burn? Yes. But it felt nice to get it off and to relieve that itch that been crawling on his skin. “What was in that damn spray anyways?” Jason pulling his head out of the sink, shaking it to flick water off. He put his mask back on and started to rinse his arms. He wanted to get his expose skin before spraying it off his clothes. Unlike Danny, it wasn't as dangerous for him to have it soaked into his clothing. So he won't have to scrub or spray as much. “Who knows, one of my parents recent inventions so I haven't looked at it closely, yet. Either way I'm destroying it.” Danny leaned against a counter, wringing his hair and clothes out again. He still felt fatigue and his head hurt, but he was no longer oozing. Which was good. “Good. Because if you didn't, I would.” He stood back and sprayed off his clothes, at least his top the best he could. “Hey, at least I can't smell now.” Danny grinned. “I don't think that magically makes the effectiveness of the spray go away.” “No, but as long as I don't touch anyone I can-” Danny froze as he heard Plasmius's voice over the comms. “I would say you look like you seen a ghost, but-” Jason pointed making sure to spray his face again. It looked like they might need to catch up to the others. “Plasmius is where Jazz is.” Danny shared one look with Jason before running off. Jason cursed, getting one last spray in his nose and mouth, before running after Danny. He snorted out water, hollering for Danny to wait up.

--ewe--

Tim peaked through the window, cursing under his breath. Damian was in Plasmius's grasp and Jazz was being confined to a chair. Plasmius was in the way of the Fentons that were in the pods. He relayed the information to Dick, who confirmed he was on his way. Danny and Jason seem to be climbing up as well. Tim put a hand on his blaster, trying to think of a plan as he watched the older halfa scold the vultures. He had to shoot Plasmius first, and hope Damian recovers to grab his sword.. then maybe- “Didn't your parents tell you that eaves dropping is rude? Though, I wondered when more of you would show up.” Shit. “My family encourages it, actually.” Tim busted through the doors, aiming his shot at the Plasmius holding Damian. Then, He rolled behind some tables, effectively evading the blasts of the duplicates. Plasmius dropped Damian as he growled in pain, having been blasted in the face again. His eyes glowing red as he snarled. Damian dropped to the ground, flipping to land on his feet with a skid. He then ducked under a table to get out of immediate danger. Jazz took this chance to hit the duplicate in the nose with the palm of her hand, then ducking out of his grip. Tim took the opportunity to shoot the one duplicate down as he launched himself over a table. He unhooked the sword from his belt, sheath and all tossing it towards Damian. Tim then rolled back under a table to avoid a blast that sent the table flying. Damian propelled himself out from underneath a table, grabbing the sword, pulling it from its sheath. He furrowed his brows noticing that the blade was shimmering and not shining. It was covered in.. ice?! He locked eyes with Tim, as if demanding to know what happened. “Ghost approved.” Only thing Tim could say as avoided Plasmius swooping in, shooting a succession of pink beams at him. Damian leapt back from a pink beam sent towards him, bringing him back to situation at hand. Ghost approved, huh? He would be the judge of that. He prepared his stance, then kicked off a box to get some air as he swiped upward at the duplicate. Instead of dissolving it into goo, the duplicate shattered into small pieces then dissolved. Damian's eyes glint with excitement, as he turned his attention to the Plasmius. Plasmius was destroying everything in his path, while Tim was doing his best to keep the path from going anywhere that endangered the others. Damian took the chance to slash Plasmius's back, making him howl as his form shook. A ring appearing for a brief moment around the waist, then sucked back into him. Plasmius let out a small shock wave that knocked both Tim and Damian to the ground. They both rolled onto their feet, shaking from the hit. It didn't hurt like the blasts did, but it was taking them a moment to regain mobility. Plasmius floated above them seething in anger, glowing an ominous red as he charged both his hands. A green ecto-beam shot at Plasmius, barely missing. Jazz hissed under her breath while she shook in her spot, having been hit by the wave too. She should have aimed that better. Though, before she could fire another shot, she had Plasmius's attention. Plasmius sent a beam towards her, planning on it knocking her out. Only for one of the birds to block the hit with their body. Jazz let out a scream, then reached for the vulture asking if they were okay. “Oi, nothing a little kiss wouldn't fix.” The vulture winked with a breathy laugh. “Ew.” Jazz shoving the bird away on instinct, “Oh. Uh sorry.. Thank you... but no.. thank you.” “What are you imbecilic piles of flying ectoplasm doing?!” Plasmius growled. “Consider this my resignation!” The vulture howled as he floated back up. “Yeah, Mine too!” “Mine three!” They flew in front of the considered and irritated Plasmius. “What?! You can't-” “We think its about time for a new pecking order!” They started pecking at Plasmius. “Stop it, I can still turn you into- ow my nose!” “FEEL OUR PECKS OF DOOM!” “Beaks of terror!” “Our full power!” “No longer will we be henchmen!” With that the vultures continued to peck, bite,

and scratch Plasmius making him flee through the floor. The vultures flying after. They all sat there on the floor, staring at where the vultures and Plasmius disappeared. Tim furrowed his brows, “What.. just happened?” “I think I caused an uprising?” Jazz blinked. Tim nodded slowly as he pulled himself up onto his feet dusting himself off. “You think?” “Don't question it.” Damian stated as he sheathed his sword. Tim glanced between Jazz and Damian confused. Jazz giving a sheepish shrug in return.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #vlad plasmius #batman #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #cassandra cain #batman crossover #damian wayne #danny phantom crossover #vacation crashers #fanfic #batfam #batfamily #dc crossover #dp x dc

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incoherentbabblings · 2 years

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What are some TimSteph comics you would recommend to check out their relationship and have some nice moments between them?

Oh! Of course. A rec list. I can totally do one of those. Poorly.

So, this is heavily biased towards the good times, arcs and runs I like and such, and is focused around issues where they are together in one fashion or another. This isn't an overview of their whole relationship and is biased and sometimes missing contextual arc issues either side. The thing is... I can't... face... re-reading 30 years worth of comics right now...

So, fast track TimSteph - here's the issues that make Abbie go brrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Early Days

Detective Comics Vol 1 #648: The Great Bricking

Robin Vol 4 #5: First Kiss (of dubious consent good job Tim you're as bad as each other)

Robin Vol 4 #16: Banter and more kisses - "Do I have to remind you that a warehouse full of killers is looking for us right now?" "Isn't it romantic?" "Not exactly." - but also Steph holding Tim's cheek, the first of many cradlings these two get up to, and the delightfully messy line "I see that your girlfriend must be a real jerk if she's running on you," pick me pick me pick me /j

Robin Vol 4 #44: By far their most romantically framed kiss pre actually getting together. Tim keeps trying to draw a distinction between Spoiler and Steph and Tim and Robin and Steph just doesn't get it. They're the same person? This will... crop up a lot. It's a thing. That I'm too invested in.

Robin Vol 4 #54: "Bad case of the Stephs" and the kissing on the cheek and "Big brave superhero." UwU

Robin Vol 4 #56: Tim's disease is declared terminal, and they get together. "This is what I've wanted. Even if I didn't know for sure until right now."

Pre-War Games

Robin Vo 4 #57: Date night and uh-oh someone's preggers. #57-#65 is the pregnancy arc in full, and contains a lot of very sincere and quiet conversations between the two on rooftops and kitchen tables. Includes Steph's first use of the 'L' word.

Robin Vol 4 #74 and #75: The start of the Brentwood Arc. Steph is beginning to become anxious about Tim's secrets.

Robin Vol 4 #92: Bruce, having been a tattle-tale let Stephanie know Tim Drake's secret identity. More importantly, it's the first time Tim uses the 'L' word.

Robin Vol 4 #100: The start of Lewis' run. I'd say read the entire 20 issue run but it is really lacking in the plot department, so for TimSteph specific moments, look to #100, #101, #103, #104 (the first time he says 'I love you' to just Steph), #107, #109, #111 (the piano issue), #116, #119, #120. The last issue of Lewis' run reiterates the 'Steph can't tell the difference between Tim and Robin' theme.

Robin Vol 4 #124: Banter alone puts this on the list. 'My dearest dove'

War Games

...No

But if you really really want to. Batman Vol 1 633 and 634. Steph asks after Tim on her deathbed, being reassured by Bruce that he adores her, and Tim being told that she is dead.

Return to Flashpoint

Robin Vol 4 #174: 'I'm not dead smooches babyyyyyyy'

Robin/Spoiler Special: Stephanie compares Tim to Dexter (the serial killer????) and says 'we have our kind of fun' and I spend inordinate numbers of hours thinking about it.

Gotham Gazette: Batman Dead and Gotham Gazette: Batman Alive?: Time for that juicy angst whilst still touching each other far too intimatelyyyyyy. Yes I skipped all of FabNic's Robin run whataboutit?

Red Robin Vol 1 #2: ANGST

Batgirl Vol 3 #8 and Red Robin Vol 1 #10-12: Angst, but with hope that things will improve. The almost kiss. The apology. The waiting by the bedside only to yell at him about the engagement. Oh yes. That's the stuff right there.

Red Robin Vol 1 #15: Legitimately only for Tim letting his hormones get the better of him for a moment.

Convergence: Batgirl #1 and #2: The technical end of the Pre-Flashpoint versions of these characters, though this has been undone with recent Crisis events. They get back together in time for the world to maybe end, chosing each other as who they want to go out with. Wooft.

New 52 and Rebirth

It's my jam

Batman Eternal #52: A new first meeting. Siginificantly less violent than the first time around.

Detective Comics #935: Oh wait they're together again? Oh wait they live together? Oh wait they're having sex? Oh my. Okay on a more serious note you know my brand you know I'm blooming obsessed with their relationship during this run, but specific issues to point out just for moments of them will be #939, #940, #963, #969, #970, #979, #981. Oh what's that? Steph doesn't care about what Tim calls himself? Where have I heard that before?

Detective Comics Vol 1 #1000: Can we make out just a little?

Young Justice #5: Pink kisses and dear Bendis I am sorry if ever doubted you. Wish you'd have more of a plot but hey. Other issues worth reading are #8-10, #14 and 15, and finally #18.

Detective Comics Vol 1 #1027: Real true love is when you investigate gruesome murders with your partner for date night. Thanks Bendis.

Eh voilà! C'est fini.

For now...

Argh, I'l include Robin Eternal #1 and #2 as well. They're very soft on each other in that book, despite being broken up. Steph's a giant weak point for Tim, which his drugged up brain hallucinatory Batman takes advantage of.

Yeah, that's definitely it. These issues don't cover everything, but they are the ones that have impacted my viewing and understanding of their relationship the most.

#god I am trying to write fic and you have me going doolally over issue numbers and volumes #Is this useful??? Who knows #dc #timsteph #enjoy???#tim drake #stephanie brown #ask and i'll babble #timsteph meta

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love-amihan · 3 years

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TIKTOK CONTENTS FT. MY FAVES

amihan's notes: head empty, just what ifs of my faves doing tiktok. this has been on my drafts for like what?? 2 months??? vrkfnfkc ion even know what this is but here you go. happy reading!

mentioned charas; fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, sukuna

-fushiguro megumi

he doesn't even wanna have one to begin with

got forced to create one

satoru was likely the reason since he made a quick appearance at the background

yuji and nobara eggs him on creating some content

after a lot of pursuing, they came to an agreement of posting one video only

i feel like that one video will go something like this;

megumi in frame, him holding his phone up and then the text reading "when your friends won't shut up about making AT LEAST one video for your tiktok account"

the video then cuts to him a little far away from the camera, you can see his full body now. just him screaming and the text is "lord give me strength as to not use my cursed technique on them"

let's just say even though his account contains one video, he still ended up getting verified. that video also gained lots of views, cue yuji pestering him to do one again. what? he got amazed with megumi's first content, he didn't know megumi had it in him.

-gojo satoru

wait i can totally see him doing the pov shits, that's just so him-

lots of followers but also has lots of haters

cringe acting but people stays because of his looks jdsfbjsdf

lots of chain accessories whenever he hops on a trend

does dice rolls all the time

he's definitely not gonna miss a chance to throw it back

"accidentally" lifts his shirt giving a view of his abs for the video

the video he had with megumi was when;

this trend. megumi had no choice that day since they need satoru for them to get out of school, he went to satoru's room expecting the weirdest shit because that's just satoru's signature. but what he didn't expect was him doing a tiktok.

when satoru was done with tiktok, he didn't notice that megumi was actually in one of the frame. yeah he does one take with his tiktoks, never rewatch it before posting. the comment section will be full on asking who's the guy in the background more than praising his build.

in the end, he forced megumi to make a tiktok with him for his followers to go back on commenting about him again. you know to feed on his ever growing ego

-inumaki toge

trendy videos!

have big softboi energy

definitely did the maid outfit challenge

wears skirts and dances with them

he is the definition of uwu

nails every dance trend gracefully

colored liners omg

and blush!!! we can't forget the blush~

probably have a side tiktok wherein it's just full of pranks he pulls on other students

-okkotsu yuta

aesthetic montage!

every video has a closed caption

makes a 'day with me video' like when he's going out with maki and the others

most likely did the maid outfit challenge with toge

does info videos too!

you know those, awareness and educational videos you scrolled in tiktok?? yeah i see that in him.

everyone just loves him, no doubt about it

if someone tried to bring him down, his followers and also other creators will come to his aid

-sukuna

two words. thirst. traps.

what can i say, he'll definitely show off his build whenever he can

you know the trend with the finger then showing their face? imagine that with sukuna showing himself in the mirror shirtless lowkey flexing his muscles

does dances but the simple repetitive ones only

oh man definitely have rings and black polish, sometimes in pastel-colored too

veiny hands, will make a separate video just for that

because the comment section asked for it

always feeding his followers' requests

yes, he reads comments and delivers what his followers wants

#jujutsu kaisen headcanon #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jjk scenarios #fushiguro megumi #gojo satoru #inumaki to/ge #okkotsu yuta #ryomen sukuna #fandom;jjk #jjk;megumi #jjk;gojo #jjk;inumaki #jjk;yuta #jjk;sukuna

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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Off Limits

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Brothers Bestfriend

Warning: Smut, Fingering, F. Receiving Oral, Unprotected Fucking, Teeny Bit of Angst

Word Count: 4.5k

Commissioned By: @uwu-yifan

A/N: I'm nervous!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Your brother was always quick to remind you that his friends were like forbidden fruit, they were to not be sought after by you, no matter what. One thing Namjoon failed to remember was that you never really did listen to him.

You stood at the top of the staircase of your parents home, listening to the sound of your brother laughing, trying to figure out just which one of his friends was over this time.

"Nah man." You hear a chuckle that makes your heartbeat a little faster.

Yoongi.

You had your eye on him for a little while, secretly of course. While you were being subtle about your crush, you were pretty sure that Yoongi was catching on. He wasn't a dumb guy, he caught onto things pretty quickly but you just hoped that he would be a little bit faster. You had been, as some would say, pining over him for months, and you desperately wanted to subtly shoot your shot with him.

You walked down the stairs in your shorts and tank top, making your way to the kitchen where you knew they were hanging out.

"Really Ayn?" Namjoon scoffed, rolling his eyes at your outfit, looking away in disgust, while Yoongi's eyes trailed your body, smirking before looking away. You caught it all and now knew that he was most definitely catching on to you.

"What?" You smile. "I'm wearing clothes. It's not like I'm wearing a thong and nipple tassels." You say, your eyes darting to Yoongi whose hands are tightly gripping the edge of the counter while he bites the bottom of his lip.

"Whatever." Namjoon groans. "Don't forget you need to be fully packed up by Friday, we move on Saturday." He reminds you, pointing his finger at you just like your dad does. "Let's go Yoongi." He says, walking out of the kitchen. Yoongi follows behind him, turning his body around to catch your eye while walking backwards out of the kitchen. He sends you a wink before entering the hallway, leaving your pussy tingling.

The next week you were sitting on your couch, in your brand new apartment that you unfortunately shared with your brother. However, it could be worse, you could still be living at home. You were happily curled up in your large t-shirt and underwear, binge watching your favorite show, when there was a knock at the door. Hesitantly, you walk up to the door, peeking through the peephole, and you see Yoongi standing on the other side. With a slick grin on your face you unlock the door, opening it wide to welcome him inside.

"Hey." You smile, closing the door behind him.

"Hey.. uh is Namjoon here yet?" He asks. "We're supposed to be going out." .

"No he's not home yet. Feel free to wait though." You say, walking back to the couch. You could feel his eyes on you, wandering up your legs as you walked from him.

You sat down on the couch, taking your show off pause and continuing watching it. Yoongi walks into the living room, sitting down on the couch beside you, but a little further away than you would have liked. The two of you sat there in silence, watching the show. You could see from the corner of your eyes, Yoongi's eyes shifting, looking back and forth at you. You adjust your sitting position so you're a little closer to him. Yoongi moves slightly closer to you, neither of you saying a word. Before you could say anything, his phone rang. He quickly answers it and only says a few words before putting it back in his pocket.

"Namjoon is going to be a little bit longer." He says, clearing his throat. You nod your head, going back to watching your show. As you continue watching you feel Yoongi's fingertips creep on your thighs, lightly touching your skin. Your body shutters as he moves his hand up, resting his palm on your thigh.

"Is this okay?" He whispers.

You turn your head to look at him, he's already looking at you. You take a deep breath, "yes." You breathe, your heart is pounding, he slides his hand up a little further. Your mind is racing. You have two options. You can let him take the lead, or you can take it and move yourself on top of him to straddle him.

You decide to let him do the work, let him come to you instead of throwing yourself at him. You stare at the man sitting beside you, watching him take a deep breath in before he leans over, his other hands resting on your hip as he tugs. You help him, lifting yourself over to straddle his lap. He sits beneath you with a smug look on his face. You sit up straight, your breasts now in his face. Yoongi cups each one with a hand, gently kneading them while letting out a soft groan. You smile from above him as his hand trails up to your neck, pulling you down, his lips just hovering below yours. You close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you. He finally presses his lips to yours and fireworks explode inside you. You can feel the sparks shooting from between the two of you, the world was spinning. It felt right, it felt like it was meant to be.

Yoongi quickly deepens the kiss, leaning back on the couch so you press your body against his. He slips his tongue into your mouth, his hand moving up from your neck to grab a clump of hair pulling your head back, separating your lips. You let out a gasp, breathing heavily as he stares at you before directing your head back down to attach your lips to his once again. As he deepens the kiss again, you slowly start to grind yourself on him, your clothed pussy rubbing against his crotch as you now slide your tongue into his mouth. He begins to kiss you harder, making you ride him harder. Neither of you are fully aware of anything around you, only focusing on what was happening in the moment. Yoongi moves his lips away from yours and down to your neck, his hot breath spreading across you, sending shivers down your spine. You breathe heavily into his ear as his hands land on your hips, helping you ride him, the bulge in his pants rubbing your clit just the right way.

"Oh fuck." You cry out, clenching your pussy.

"I wish.." he breathed. "You'd cum on my cock." He groans.

Right as your orgasm was about to hit, the two of you halted all movements. You hear the deadbolt being unlocked, meaning one thing. Namjoon was home. You quickly got off of Yoongi, pressed play on the TV before running to the bathroom, just as your brother walked into the living room.

"Hey dude. Have you been here for long?" He asks Yoongi.

"Nah man, just a few minutes." Yoongi casually answers.

"Where's Ayn?" Namjoon asks.

"Bathroom I think." Yoongi shrugs.

"Let's get going." Namjoon says, nodding his head towards the door.

Yoongi stands up, his boner slowly fading away. He follows Namjoon to the front door, looking behind him once, hoping to catch a glimpse of you before he leaves, but he gets nothing.

A few days later, you're laying in your bed, scrolling through tik tok when you get a phone call from a number you didn't recognize.

"Hello?" You answer, wondering who it was. You knew who you hoped it was, but you knew that would likely be a dream.

Or was it?

"Hey you." A voice you recognized immediately whispers through the speaker. "I want to take you out." He says.

"Okay." You say, your smile is so large your cheeks burn. You felt your stomach doing flips in excitement.

"Tomorrow. Scoops Ice Cream shack." He says. "7pm."

"I'll meet you there." You say, getting up to stand on your bed.

"See you tomorrow, beautiful." He finishes before hanging up the phone.

You can't contain your excitement. You drop your phone onto your bed, jumping up and down while squealing loudly.

"Oh my godddd." You shriek.

You don't notice your door open, or your brother standing there staring at you being an idiot.

"What is happening?" He yells.

You stop jumping and immediately sink down to sit on your bed, looking at Namjoon nervously. "A new movie is coming out.. very excited." You breathe, nodding your head in a very non suspicious way.

"Uh huh." He says, glaring at you while slowly backing out of your room and closing the door.

What the hell were you going to tell him tomorrow?

The next day at 645pm sharp you grabbed your purse and confidently made your way to the front door. You didn't know why, but Namjoon was the protective type, always wanting to know where you were going and who you were going with. You reach out for the door knob, so close to freedom without him knowing until you hear the shuffling of his feet and the sound of him clearing his throat behind you.

"Whatcha doing?" He asks.

You sigh as you turn around, a smile plastered on your face. "Going out with friends." You respond.

"Doing what?" He asks.

"Going for ice cream."

"Where?" He wonders.

"Scoops. Can I go now?" You sigh.

"You may leave." He says, nodding his head towards you.

Sometimes you really could just kill him.

At 7pm you sat at a table, looking up the street and behind you, waiting to see if you could find Yoongi. You were positive he said 7, but now you felt as though maybe you heard wrong, or maybe you had gotten the date wrong. You started to stand up when you heard a car pull up next to the curb and the driver's side door slam shut before you see Yoongi jogging towards you with a smile on his face.

"I'm so sorry." He grins. "I got stuck behind a train. I didn't make you wait long did I?" He asks, really hoping you hadn't been out here by yourself for long.

"I've only been here a few minutes." You answer. It wasn't a lie, you hadn't been here long.

"Cool, let's go get some ice cream." He smiles, grabbing your hand to pull you inside the shack. 10 minutes later the two of you walk out, your ice cream in hand, giggling at something he had told you. You sat down, enjoying your favorite ice cream, while Yoongi devoured his vanilla ice cream with red beans inside, which made you want to vomit, just a little bit.

You both sat there for hours, talking, laughing until you started crying. You had such a good time with him, you didn't want it to end.

"So." You nonchalantly begin your sentence. "What are your plans for later?" You ask, trying to remain smooth and casual.

"I actually was going to see if you wanted to go for a drive." He smiles. "I want to show you something."

You nod your head and pick up your garbage, tossing it out before sliding into the passenger seat of his car.

Twenty minutes later, you and Yoongi are sitting in a remote area, watching the sunset over the mountains and it is absolutely breathtaking. "Wow." You breathe, your eyes unable to even be torn away from the site, until you feel a hand on your upper thigh, squeezing your bare skin. Je hand slid up your leg more, and now you were nervous, when you had gotten dressed this evening, you opted for a skirt, deciding to leave your panties at home just in case and now Yoongi was going to find out. Your eyes darted over to Yoongi who was staring at you with dark eyes. You look down for a brief second to see the bulge in his pants, pressing against his zipper.

You look back at him, taking a deep breath as your pussy begins to tingle. He moves his hands further up, one finger caressing your bare pussy.

"No panties?" He groaned, his head falling back against the seat. "Fuck baby girl." You open your legs as much as you can, letting him use one finger to enter between your folds, dragging it up, sliding against your clit, making you shudder.

"More." You beg, your hand gripping his wrist to keep his hand where it was. Yoongi stares at you as he begins moving his finger in a circular motion, causing you to clench your pussy around nothing, slowly moving your hips in the same motion, grinding yourself on his finger.

"Fuck. Just like that." You moan, your hand still wrapped around his wrist, making sure he didn't move away. "God." You whine, your eyes closed while you rest your head against the headrest.

Yoongi reaches over with his other hand and tugs harshly, ripping the buttons of your shirt to expose your bra. That built your orgasm up so much further. He yanks down the cup of your bra, letting your breast fall out. He leans over more, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking and gentle tugging on it with his teeth. "Please." You breathe. "Don't stop." Your hands curl into a fist; squeezing tightly as his finger moves faster, eagerly awaiting for you to cum. He lets go of your breast with a pop, watching you squirm as he rubs your clit. "Oh.. I'm gonna cum." You cry out. Yoongi's eyes don't leave your face as you explode in his front seat, screaming out as you cum all over, your juices dripping from your pussy. He pulls his hand away from you, watching you still as he sticks his finger in his mouth, sucking off whatever juices dripped onto him.

"Get in the back seat." He demands. You move yourself to the backseat, he slides in beside you, immediately pushing himself against you, crashing his lips to yours while his hands roam your body. You kiss him back, passionately, desperately seeking the feeling of something entering your pussy. You needed to feel his cock inside you, stretching out your walls as he made you cum again, this time on his cock.

"I need you." He groans, taking your hand and placing it on his crotch. You can feel how hard his cock is through his pants and it makes you feel even wetter. "Ride me." He gasps, breaking away from you, to unzip his pants as fast as he can, letting his cock spring free. He slouches in his seat, and you lift your leg over him, hovering above his cock that he's holding onto, waiting for you to sink down on top of him. You slowly begin to lower yourself on him, his fingers digging into your side as your pussy swallows his cock, pushing himself all the way inside of you, as far as he can. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight." He moans, thrusting inside you more. You begin rolling your hips on him, sliding his cock out of you partially before slamming yourself back down on him, making him cry out for more. Your hands run through his hair as you roll your hips faster, your clit rubbing in the perfect spot. You both quickly get hungrier, yearning for your releases, you bounce on his cock as he lifts his hips to push his cock inside more. "Just like that baby girl." He moans, his hands holding your hips, helping you bounce.

"Oh fuck." You cry out, your head thrown back with your eyes closed as you focus on one thing, cumming all over his cock. Yoongi moves a hand from your hip and wraps it around your throat, squeezing tightly, making you clench your pussy around him.

"Do that again." He groans.

You clench yourself around him again and again, making him moan louder each time. The windows are fogged, the air in the car is humid, the smell of sex surrounds you, the sound of skin slapping is the only thing you can hear besides the faint sounds coming from the radio.

"Cum baby, cum all over my fucking cock like the good girl you are."

That was it, that was all you needed. You stop bouncing as you cum, rolling your hips to rub your clit against him, trying to get as much out of this orgasm as you can. "Don't fucking stop." He growls, holding on to your hips again, bouncing your tired body on his cock, desperate for his release. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in your pussy." He yells. His eyes roll back as he releases a load inside of you, muttering curses as he gently thrusts into you, relishing in the moment.

"Wow." You tiredly giggle.

"Wow is right." Yoongi chuckles, helping you slide off his cock.

You both sit there for a few minutes, catching your breath before you move back into the front seat and he takes you home, making sure to drop you off a block away so Namjoon doesn't see.

When you walk into your apartment, your brother is sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels, and doesn't look up at you.

"Good night?" He asks, still staring at the TV.

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun." You answer, tiredly walking to your room.

"I'm glad you're starting to go out with your friends." He yells.

"Thanks, goodnight." You yell, closing your door and flopping on your bed. You fall asleep almost immediately, with Yoongi on your mind.

*6 months later*

You lay in Yoongi's bed, naked and wrapped up in his sheets as he stares at you, his finger gently brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You have never been happier than you had been in the last four months, since he asked you to be his girlfriend. Your heart fluttered, melted and beat at an incredible rate whenever you saw him or even thought about him. The only thing that was ruining things was the fact that Namjoon was still in the dark, and it was really bothering Yoongi.

"Please baby?" He asks again, placing a kiss on your cheek. "Please tell him. Lying to him is killing me. I can't do it for much longer." He sighs.

"It's just not the right time now. We'll tell him soon, okay? I promise. Just give me some time to think about what I'm going to say and everything, okay?" You smile, pressing your lips against his, hoping he would forget about it for a while.

*6 months later*

You lay in your bed, your legs spread open with Yoongi between your thighs. He began kissing up your thighs, lightly biting the inside of your thigh, avoiding your pussy and driving you insane.

"Please." You beg. "Eat my pussy, please "

"I don't know, baby girl." He smirks. "You've been a little naughty." He says, spreading your lips with two fingers, gently blowing on your clit.

"Oh god." You cry out, your nub throbbing from being teased, needing to be sucked on and licked, yearning for its release. Yoongi leads his head forward, sticking out his tongue just a little so it's only the tip of his tongue, and he just barely licks your clit, making you clench. He inserts two fingers inside you, keeping them still as he continues to tease you and torture you.

"I need you. Please. I need you to lick my pussy, please." You loudly cry out.

Yoongi lifts his head, staring at your tortured face, deciding you had enough punishment. He moved back down between your thighs and latched his lips to your swollen clit, sucking hard, making your entire body twitch. Your hands grab the bed sheets, almost pulling them off as you buck your hips, trying to grind yourself on his face but he wouldn't let you. He held you down as he did different movements with his tongue, and switched between licking and sucking, and finally pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"Just like that." You groan, your eyes almost rolling into the back of your head as you melt into the bed at how good it feels right now. Yoongi suddenly does something new, your eyes fly open, your body begins to jolt as you cum immediately, your juices covering his fingers and his face, he moans from between your legs. Your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath from the sudden change and bursting orgasm.

"Wow." You huff, your eyes wide as you stare at the ceiling.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." Yoongi says, giving you a kiss before standing up and walking towards the door. He turns back to look at you, now looking a little sad. "Can we tell him today?" He asks. "Please."

"I'm not ready yet." You say. "I like our little bubble." You finish, trying to make him feel a little better.

"Yeah, well it's not all about you Ayn. You might like the bubble, but I feel like you don't want people to know about me." He says, looking at your torn face.

"That's not.." you begin before he waves you off.

"Forget about it." He sighs, walking out of your room, leaving you feeling guilty.

As Yoongi is making his way back from the bathroom, he's met by Namjoon standing there looking confused. "Hey man." He says, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey dude." Yoongi chuckles.

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon asks, waiting to see how Yoongi was going to answer this one.

"Waiting for you. Was going to see if you wanted to hit up that new club?" Yoongi says. Namjoon looks semi relieved and relaxed a little bit, until he calls for you. "Ayn." He yells. He can hear you rushing around in your room, murmuring to yourself but he can't quite make out what you're saying. You come out of your room in sweatpants and a tank top, messing with your hair as you walk past both of them and to the kitchen. "One second." You say, going into the fridge to grab a bottle of water before heading back to the living room. "What?" You say, after taking a swig, looking at Namjoon weirdly.

"What's going on?" Namjoon asks, crossing his arms.

"Nothing?" You say, giving him a puzzled look. "I let Yoongi in because he said he wanted to wait for you, and I've been in my room. Why?" You finish, taking another swig of water.

"Uh huh. Okay then." Namjoon says, eyeing you both up. "Well Yoongi, I have someone I want you to meet." Namjoon chuckles. "Nice face, big tits." He laughs.

Yoongi nervously laughs, scratching the back of his head. "I'm kinda seeing someone.. I guess." He says, not looking at you. "But I think she's just playing with me.. embarrassed of me or some shit." He says.

You can't help but flinch, feeling the pang in your heart of his words. You never felt embarrassed of him, you were just terrified of Namjoon's reaction, considering Yoongi was supposed to be off limits to you.

"I fucking saw that." Namjoon yells, pointing at you, his eyes wide. "You've been fucking haven't you?" He yells. "I thought I noticed something different about the two of you, it wasn't that hard to piece it together." He snaps. "What the fuck Ayn, I told you he was off limits." He growls.

"That's not.. I'm sorry " You panic. "I love him, okay? It's not just meaningless, or anyone being embarrassed or playing with anyone. I love him." You say, grabbing Yoongi's arm.

"And you." Namjoon spits, pointing to Yoongi. "I told you to stay away from my baby sister. I explicitly told you to not go after her." He yells.

"You can't help who you fall in love with." You chime in. "Why can't you just be happy for us?"

Namjoon scoffs. "I can't. You both betrayed me." He whispers, storming out of the room and slamming your front door as he leaves. You try to hold onto Yoongi but he just shakes you off, backing away from you.

"What are you doing?" You ask, looking hurt.

"Maybe.." he sighs. "Maybe we should take some time Ayn."

"Because of my brother?" You scoff. "You can't be serious. You can't let him dictate our lives." You say. You can see the anxiety in your stomach, traveling through your body.

"He's my best friend. Has been for 12 years.. I never should have started this." He whispers. "I'm sorry." He finishes, walking out of the apartment, leaving you standing there alone. The silence is deafening.

It had been 2 weeks since Namjoon stormed out and Yoongi walked away from you. And it had been 2 weeks since you had spoken to either of them, not like either of them had tried to reach out to you or anything either. You avoided Namjoon at all costs, locked yourself in your room when he was home or even left the apartment until he either went to bed or went out.

As the time went on though, you did realize why Namjoon was so upset with you, and of course you felt guilty for betraying him like that, but it happened and you were happy and he didn't care.

You sat by your window, watching the rain fall from the sky, wallowing in your self pity when there was a light knock at the door. "Come in." You sigh, not looking away from the rain. You knew who it was, you didn't need to greet him.

"Ayn.." Namjoon starts. "I'm sorry." He says.

Your head whips around to look at him, shocked. "I'm sorry for how I acted and I'm sorry that it caused him to walk away from you. I hate seeing you like this and I hate being the reason you're so unhappy. " He sighs. "I spoke to Yoongi.. and it's fine. I give you my blessing or whatever." He says, rolling his eyes.

"I appreciate that, Joon." You smile. "But he walked out on me.. I told him I loved him and he said nothing and walked away." You whisper.

Namjoon half smiles and steps out of the way, revealing Yoongi with a handful of flowers.

"I love you." He smiles. "I'm sorry I walked away from you. I was feeling a lot of different things but nothing compared to the guilt I felt the last 2 weeks after walking away from you and not telling you I loved you. I've spent the last few weeks convincing Namjoon to talk to me and convincing him that this isn't just some fling." He says. "So with his blessing, I'd like to ask you, officially, if you'll be my girlfriend." He grins.

You can't help but smile widely as you say yes, walking into his warm embrace.

"Are you happy?" Namjoon asks you. You move around to look at him, Yoongi's arm still wrapped around you.

"The happiest." You smile.

"Don't hurt her." He says to Yoongi.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Yoongi replies, with a smile.

"Just don't kiss in front of me, it's weird." Namjoon says, almost gagging as he walks out of your room and towards the kitchen, leaving you with your happily ever after

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NCT Dream Reaction to You Wearing a Short Skirt

Renjun

he was helping you clean out your old closet at your parent's house. both of you had just bought an apartment together so your parents left you the house keys, expecting all the moving hassle to be done when they come back next monday; a road trip being paid by their jobs.

jun spent his time sitting in your old bean bag occupying himself with your old journals and photo albums. "you went to a school with a uniform?" he asked and you looked to see him looking at your old school's photo album.

"wha- oh yeah." you breathed out a slight laugh and dug a little deeper into your closet. "speaking of uniforms." you chuckled and held up the plaid skirt to your body, looking into your mirror.

"i wonder if it still fits." your head leaned to the side. "im gonna try it on." you finally decided and walked to the bathroom and wasting no time. it fit perfectly...just...shorter than you remembered.

you were gonna take it off yet remembering your boyfriend that was sitting in your bedroom.

you tucked your graphic tee into the skirt and went back to your room, his gaze still stuck to your old photos. "so what do you think?" you saw him do a double-take, his eyes landing on your ass that was practically hanging out the bottom.

"it...it fits nice." he nodded, his hands setting the book down beside him on the floor.

"i remember i would get in trouble everyday because the teachers didnt know how to mind their stares." his answer was delayed as he swallowed hard. "i mean..." you noticed a more fidgety renjun as he thought for a moment. "i can't blame them." he whispered but it was enough for you to hear.

you smiled, walking closer to him and lowering yourself onto him so your legs were straddling his thighs; the fabric of the old skirt becoming bunched up at the top of your thighs.

your hands rested on his shoulders, his frame relaxing at your touch as his hands rested on your exposed thighs.

"you're so cute and blushy." you pinched his cheek and his smile fell. a more unsettling tone took place as his eyes seemed to get darker. he took your wrist and gripped your hand roughly, forcing your hand down to his now apparent bulge.

"and you're such a brat. you know what you were doing, baby." an airy laugh escaped his chest as your hand could feel him getting harder by the second.

"so...are we going to do something about this or are you going to keep grinding on my lap acting like i don't notice?"

Jeno

he was finally off and agreed to go on a small date to relax and unwind. "im going to go get ready." you said getting up and kissing his cheek. "alright. ill just wait for you here." he smiled and watch you walk off.

you wanted to do a coupley outfit today. you grabbed a tighter white t-shirt and a shorter pink plaid skirt with one of his oversized flannels. you walked down and he immediately almost started choking on the water he was drinking.

"isnt it so cute?" you asked as you did a little spin infront of him. yet, his response was just picking you up and holding you tightly as he walked back to the bedroom.

you didn't know he was going to react the way he did. jeno saw you in the short and flowy skirt and thought he saw red.

the coffee date seemed so distant as you were both in bed now, entangled in eachother. his hands would grip your thighs with such force it felt like he could break you in half if he really wanted to.

"you just look so good." his lips attacked your neck and painting it with dark hues. "i just can't control myself." your hands gripped and pulled at his hair; messiness setting in and making him look absolutely euphoric.

his hands got lost up your shirt and was just grabbing and pulling roughly. he couldn't take it anymore and just ripped your shirt down the middle, your chest now exposed, rising and falling quickly.

"you look so nice, babydoll." he fawned at you, his hand coming to brush your hair back out of your face.

"you should wear this kind of stuff more often." he winked, laying a more softer kiss against your lonely lips.

[you're mark]

Hyuck

all day...games...after breakfast...games...after lunch...games...after you fell asleep in his arms for nap, you woke up to the constant keyboard clicking...after dinner he was right back in his chair with the rest of the boys on a conference call on his phone; shouting following you down the hall and into the living room.

you were done though. you wanted to have your time with hyuck. it was your turn. you went to your dance bag, grabbing your old costume skirt from a previous dance competition. you went to the bathroom and changed quickly. you added the finishing touch which was one of his shirts; his weakness for seeing you in his clothes running through your revengeful mind.

no time was wasted as you went to the shared bedroom. "no go to the left, jae!" "the other left." your boyfriend yelled at his computer screen.

your soft steps went unnoticed until you were right next to him. you set your hand softly on his shoulder. he only looked at you for a second though. "hey, babe." he spaced back out, not even noticing your attire options.

"jaemin if i have to tell you one more time on where to go i am goi-" your fingertips grazed up the side of his neck, slowly tugging on his hair at the back of his head.

his eyes closed as he leaned his head back and let out a deep sigh. his hands became limp at the keyboard and his friends began calling out for him. you had gotten him exactly where you wanted him.

his gaze became more glazed over as both of you became caught up in each other. "im so lonely, hyuckie." you whined and his hand began trailing up the back of your thigh.

"you just had to ask." he smiled a little and his eyes finally caught his t-shirt hanging from your body.

he turned his chair and leaned forward to grab your body and put you on top of him. "LEE DONGHYUCK WHERE ARE YO-" "im busy. bye." and he hung up quickly as they tried to make him stop.

"now where were we?" he asked as his hand came to both sides of your face, guiding you to kiss him softly, hands then coming down to just go back up his shirt.

yet when he took his shirt off your body, he was met with a pleasant surprise. a white skirt laid bunched up at your hips. his hands came to your exposed ass and began forcibly grind you on his lap.

your soft touches drove him absolutely wild as he wanted to make you more vulnerable as the minutes ticked by.

yall shoulda known where I was bout to go with this...

Jaemin

you went and grabbed one of your skirts you had bought awhile ago and slipped it on with some thigh high socks. you went out and started to clean up a little bit. you began to tidy the living room where jae sat on the couch watching a random show he found.

you bent over and began to clean off the coffee table. "oh sorry, am i in the way?" "a little." he said, craning his neck around you to continue watching the show.

you wanted to face palm and walk off. yet, you were going to push on. you grabbed your phone, checking random emails as you sat in the seat next to him. "hey, jae?" you asked and he only tilted his head toward you, his pinkish hair being contained by a black baseball cap.

"im gonna go out with jeno for a little bit. i'll be back in a couple hours." you said and grabbed your keys from infront of him and trying to walk over his legs.

his arm flew forward and wrapped around your body, pulling you down towards him quickly.

"you're not going anywhere dressed like that, princess." he said, gaze looking down at you in his lap.

"well i want to do something then." you sat up in his lap and crossed your arms over your chest. "then do something. but you're not going to go do something with my friend dressed like this." his touch slowly going up under your skirt.

"well come on, princess. do something." his hands then went behind his head. a smirk sat on his lips and he felt as if he won. he really did and at this point you were desperate.

"please, jaemin. just touch me." you pouted and he wanted to coo at your cute ways but he bit his lip and waited. "i don't think you need me ye-" you grabbed his hand and put it on your clothed heat.

you grinded on his hand desperate for some friction. you were ready for him but he didn't want to give you that satisfaction yet.

he wanted to keep you in this skirt forever and you be his little princess that only he could do this to.

he froze in his position, his eyes locked onto his hand that disappeared under your tiny skirt.

his other hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down towards his lips where he was ready to give you what you were wanting and waiting for.

Chenle

this baby wouldn't know what to do when he saw you in your tiny skirt.

he would feel turned on definitely but didn't want to act out of line and touch you if this wasn't your clear and true intention.

you would have to guide him a little bit on what to do but once he started going, he found it hard to stop. you were a new drug-like anomaly he was completely addicted to.

this was still new to him so you doing this for the soul purpose of getting this kind of reaction...well...he didn't mind it all too much.

he asked you for permission to touch you even when you guided his hands onto you.

"can...can i-" "you don't have to ask lele. just do what feels right." you smiled a little, beginning to kiss up his neck softly. "even if you know it's completely wrong."

boyfriend lele vibes are strong in this one uwu i just had to put it in

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[You left this open and now I am here uwu]

"Aww darlin', you's didn't 'ave to get me anythin'; honestly yer spoil me."

Despite Dice's comment, he still takes the towel Stolas was holding to him. Light purple, much like his suit, with golden monogram on it. A monogram that read... DD, and not DI - for Dice Ivories. Dice can't help but give a small laugh, wondering if there had been some miscommunication between whoever made this and Stolas,

"Uh, darlin', did you realise..."

However, when he actually looks Stolas's way, Dice see's it immediately. The large grin spread upon their beak. A knowing one. A knowingly bitchy one. Oh no. Dice's own smile dropped at that, eyebrows furrowing slightly,

"When and how did you figure that out?"

| Muse interaction

Since Dice was around so much Stolas thought getting them a specialized gift, well gifts in truth would be nice. Just additions to the place to help Dice feel like this was his home as well, in Stolas' mind once the two of them were married of course Dice and his boys would move in. Hmm, that was another thought would they want thier own room here? They slept in a little doll house now? That was a bridge for later though. It was easy to tell this was Stolas' home from the look of the place, it had his own seal for one and not to mention the plants lining the hallways, flying constellations in the bathroom even. He'd be more than happy to add Dice's own decor taste into the place but for now, just little things to show Dice this was his home too. Linen seemed like a good start and along with many other things he came across for Dice. Happily looking over everything he had sent in to be made up just for them, leaving the arranging of a little welcome basket himself. Setting in the gifts for his dear king, he was going to make sure they felt like one too. Even if most of this was just to mess with them a little bit. Just some fun between a couple. Stolas had never been in a real one before so he didn't know the perk of this side of it. Teasing one another with full affection of course as Stolas went on to set his basket onto the bed arranging this once more when Dice made thier way in.

"Oh! there you are I was planning to leave it in the bathroom for you to find but this is better!" Stolas went on to explain as he stepped to the side letting them see the basket, a bouquet of purple roses just for his king, a set of towels, purple cases for makeup storage bins even, an assortment of some makeup least things Stolas noted they used. Even if they didn't need it they at least had more now. Some bath salts for when he would force the man to relax in the tub as an order.

"It's a welcome home basket!" Stolas exclaimed to them. Yes, Dice had pretty much been living her but that wasn't the point. Stolas went ahead and took a seat on the bed patting the spot nearby for them, he was excited about them looking through it. Near bouncing in his spot. "I just wanted to get you started on having things to make it feel like your home too." Stolas went on to start digging into the basket for them handing things off for them to look at explaining it even for them. "I even had these special orders, so your initials could be on them and so the shade of purple was correct." Holding them up for Dice to look at, trying his best to contain the smirk dying to replace his excited smile.

"Aww darlin', you's didn't 'ave to get me anythin'; honestly yer spoil me." Stolas gave a wave of his hand "Oh of course I had to, spoiling you is simply just one of my favorite things to do after all." Despite Dice's remark they still did take the monogrammed towels from Stolas' hold to look over themself, the main reason Stolas had gone about getting them towels for a room only the two of them would ever use in the first place. Dice looked down normally it would be the first and last initial so for Dice it would be DI but Stolas decided to order them with DD on the set instead because well he wasn't wrong. Dice seemed to notice rather quickly a little laugh escaping them as they go to ask. Stolas shuffled a bit on the bed pulling back his legs, to draw his knees to his chest.

"Uh, darlin', did you realise..."

Stolas went to rest an elbow onto his knee so he could prop his chin to the back of his hand, one leg dropped over the side of the bed idly swinging it back and forth. The smirk wishing to so for so long was now finally able to creep over his face letting a brow lift to let them know yes he did in fact realize the mistake because it was not a mistake. A rather roundabout way to do it yes but Stolas couldn't resist the setup of the whole gift basket just for this. Well, Stolas was busy smirking Dice seemed to piece things together, dropping his famous grin as he let his brow furrow. Now seeing that Stolas's choice of D.D on the towels was to say, Dice, Dice on them.

"When and how did you figure that out?"

Stolas snorted just a little quick over his beak to cover the sound but could help how he soon broke into a laugh "Dice it wasn't hard to put together you know?" he went on to explain slightly turning now to face towards the bookcase of his room. Hand held out as he selected a certien book off the shelves to come his way. Spine cracked open and pages began to fly open on its way over. Stolas stopped it for Dice to see the pages. "As a child, I spent a lot, and I do mean a lot. Of time reading books and well when I first heard your last name I knew there was something familiar about it." Smirk only grew smug as Stolas went on to recite what Dice would be seeing on the page in front of him. Happy to make it out to like a performance no different than when he needed to present a speech as events hand to his chest as moved to stand up now puffing out his chest before clearing his throat to speak. "Ivories may refer to, Ivory carvings, objects made from ivory." He began with "Piano keys, slang as keys were made from ivory until the 1950s. Dice," No he aimed the arrogant expression over his shoulder towards Dice. "slang as dice were made from ivory from ancient times into the 20th century." Pleased with himself, as he let the book shut and rest on the mattress, clearly pleased with himself Dice, on the other hand, was not impressed. Stolas just offered up a slight giggle.

"It truly doesn't take much to put two and two together darling, I mean why do you think I call you cubes in the first place?" Stolas went on to point out "it too is another word for Dice." He chuckles a little before turning around to face them, bending down a little so he could pluck thier head off thier shoulders. Dice bodies could try to leave the room but this way Stolas would be able to tease them more. "Which makes you Dice Dice, or better said DD. Though adding in my nickname and your title it would be more like King DDD wouldn't?" He hoots a little at his joke "And I just had to get a special gift for my DeeDee, after all, ~" he cooed thier way a little loving their expression as he lifted thier head up and nuzzled his face against thier cheek. "Oh come now I know your old but even you must be able to enjoy a little hazing." not as much as Stolas was. Setting their hand down into one arm holding them close, he took hold of an arm of thier body left on the bed pulling them up to stand. "come to one DeeDee we should start setting your gifts in the bathroom now. I know the perfect place for your towels. Oh and don't worry I order over fifty sets so you won't need to worry about only using them sparingly. No need to thank me" As if Dice was getting a chance to say other ways. "After all, I need to make sure my elder suitor has all he needs to live up a life of luxury in his elder years." and now the age jokes were coming in. As he pulled Dice's buddy along with him. Dice was in for a long morning.

#muse| stolas #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ the talks of all the rings in hell -aflockoffeathers]#muse interaction #stayed qeued #((yes Stolas is very pleased with himself right now uwu))

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