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staticl0ve · 2 years

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Dollhouse: Chap 1 / Connor x F!Reader

Chapter 1 - The Ghost in the Shell

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+ Story (AO3): [ Read on AO3 ] Chapters 5/5 (Tumblr): [ Chap 1 ] [ Chap 2 ] [ Chap 3 * ] [ Chap 4 * ] [ Chap 5 ] Words: 3.8k Warnings: None! Story set up/SFW Summary: Elijah’s in need of a house sitter and what better than asking his step sibling to water the plants and run a few tests. After all, how hard could pressing a few buttons on a tablet be? Alternative AU. Notes: A little something thriller/spooky for Halloween. Inspired by @pseudonymmcwriter’s amazing Ephemera fic.

When Elijah asked you to housesit, your stepbrother didn’t mention how incredibly isolated his Michigan home was. Between the ferry ride and unmanned automated helicopter, there was no danger of a stranger stumbling upon his home and raiding it for the proprietary hardware he had tucked away. Especially when parts of the home required handprint access and some sections, as you’d anticipated, were locked out to you.

You much preferred the smaller California home you both shared, mostly because instead of the bitter cold of snow, you only had to deal with fog. There was a pool too, and on the outside rather than the inside.

The Michigan home was a blocky minimalist building, shrouded by pine trees in every direction. Inside, dramatic slanted shadows darkened half of the walls as dusk colored the white paint in coppery red hues. Other than the occasional hum of the central air system, a silence clung to each room in a way that made your bare footsteps feel out of place—a visitor disturbing the peace.

There was a room for everything: a whole theater entertainment system, a small gym, and an indoor pool which freaked you out initially since the tiles tinted the water blood red. Your favorite section of the home was the atrium and it’s calming zen garden atmosphere. A miniature cherry tree sat in the center, the petals of its blossoms drifting occasionally into the sand below. You eyed the expensive tree and made a face. Maybe your brother saved money by having you come over instead of building a system that managed his plants.

When he asked to meet you, he was back in California for a brief stay and had graced you with his physical presence over dinner. As usual, the inventor wasted no time on small talk and went straight to the point.

“House sitting? You came all this way just to ask me to go water some plants?” you groaned and swirled your drink instead of meeting his gaze.

“This is more than house sitting. There are tests that I can’t run while I’m away on this trip. Think of it as volunteering to be a part of something that’s going to change the world. You can handle a few computer prompts,” he dismissively answered.

You had to have better things to do than sit around a big empty home pushing buttons, not that it was much different from what you did normally while scrolling through your phone. Still, it was snowing over there and sunny over here.

“You’re the IT guy in the family, can’t you run these tests remotely?” you joked.

He fiddled with his glasses, pushing it up the bridge of his nose. “The tests must be completed in person.”

“Do I get to know what I’ll be testing?”

This wasn’t the first time he asked you to volunteer for his crazy experiments. Elijah was never willing to explain what he did in his spare time and this would be a chance to peek behind the curtain. Your knowledge of Cyberlife was the same as what the public knew. A lot of it wasn’t that exciting: drone delivery, smart appliances and fully autonomous transportation. Some magazines hinted at a creation that would make household chores a thing of the past. Speculation was made about it being like the maid from the Jetson’s movie. It shared one similarity—being mostly metal. Images leaked of a rolling self balancing ball with rounded bearings, metal limbs and clamps that resembled joints.

You know, a machine.

Elijah preferred to keep his grander ideas away from the greedy hands of his board members. There were some things the world was not ready for.

“You’ll be doing your big brother a favor,” he added, while still avoiding your pressing question. He seemed adamant about letting you discover the answer by going there yourself. “Your input would go a long way for my project.”

“Stepbrother,” you emphasized with a pout. “I’ll agree if you promise me I’ll actually see you for the holidays—in the flesh?”

“After this trip, I’ll be home longer,” he compromised. “Can you do this for me?”

You didn’t really believe him when you agreed but you kinda owed your new lavish lifestyle to him. He provided a home and an allowance too, as gross as that sounded. But you didn’t have to worry about employment and the changing world as mankind churned the planet for what it was worth, all in the name of profit.

The company you kept changed as he skyrocketed up the social ladder. You tagged along for numerous dinners and galas, usually held for charity. Parties which were filled with men and women whose main priorities were obtaining more wealth and sending their children to study abroad in one of their summer homes. It was easy for people in those circles to lose sight of the impact their investments had on the real world. Life couldn’t be that bad for the common folk. After all, how much could one banana cost? Ten dollars?

You hated those parties, but stayed for the wine and music.

Speaking of, at least Elijah was considerate enough to keep the Michigan cellar fully stocked. Your hands were full of your evening’s entertainment in the form of wine and an empty glass as you walked down various hallways to your room.

“What the…”

The door to your bedroom was a flat slab of solid wood, devoid of classic door things like a handle. You had to fumble with the things in your arms to free one hand to place it on the glowing square beside the door. White light lines pulsed up and down as it scanned your handprint and flashed green, allowing the door to click and slide open.

“Okay…note to self, ask Elijah why my room has a crazy lock,” you mumbled to yourself, a thing you’d be doing a lot of if you were going to be stuck here alone.

Your room was as minimally furnished as the rest of the building with a queen sized bed on one side, a door to a walk-in closet and bathroom on the other side. The walls were sparsely decorated. A blue and black abstract painting hung over the bed, leaving the main focus on the forest outside the windows.

Curiously, a light flashed on the bed, drawing your attention to a tablet nestled in the dark comforter. You made quick work of depositing your goodies on a nearby end table. When you picked up the tablet, the glass fully lit up, revealing a single message that welcomed you with your name. Before you could tap on the message, a large video call alert took up the entire screen.

“Yes, Elijah?” you answered in the tone of an exasperated teenager.

“It looks like you’ve settled in,” he said and continued speaking when he saw your mouth open, essentially steamrolling to his point. “The device you’re holding will be used for testing. Don’t worry about what to do, it will unlock and guide you tomorrow.”

“Elijah,” you said sternly and ignored him as he did to you. “What’s up with my door?”

“It’s a door,” he answered plainly.

“Y-yes, but…wait. No. Why is there a fancy lock?”

“For safety.”

“Safety? From what?” you questioned.

He laughed out your name and for a moment, his image glitched out as the connection on the tablet faltered. Stupid cell towers being half useless this far out.

“It’s just procedure. Nothing to be concerned about.”

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Waking up was an event.

The three hour time difference plus the half bottle of emptied wine with no dinner was doing it’s worst to your travel weary body. On instinct alone, you managed to scramble out of bed, complete your morning rituals and make your way to the kitchen. Somehow, you also remembered to bring the tablet with you.

Elijah’s architect must have chosen the interior design by throwing darts at the most vanilla of lifestyle catalogs. Stepping into the kitchen was like stepping into a model home. The walls were bright, the cabinets brushed in midnight blue with brass hardware. It was incredibly tidy as well, appliances were hidden behind cabinets—not that they saw any use when the home rarely had visitors.

Snowflakes dusted the windows, white frost spreading over the glass like cobwebs. An overly designed coffee machine with sleek touch buttons churned fresh beans and poured boiling water, the bubbling sound a soothing symphony to your tired brain. Your fingers tapped on a ceramic mug while you waited and picked apart the room for entertainment.

“Huh. Weird,” you mused.

The strangest thing about the kitchen was the door at the end of a hallway. In a home like this, one might expect a set of stairs to lead to a basement, a laundry room or a bachelor den. This door was different than the others. It was entirely metal, the build and design looked strong enough to be a bunker door.

A panic room?

An ominous red light blinked away on a panel lock, making the whole thing appear more important than it was and you were a little curious, but for now…your coffee was waiting. You settled into a seat by the kitchen table with the tablet in hand. The same prompt from the night before was still visible on the lock screen. Your fingers tapped at the glass, unveiling the splash screen of an unnamed app.

A white screen loaded in with simplistic, grid lines and floating triangle particles. On the center of the screen was a blue ring, bright and subtly pulsing in brightness. At the bottom was a red status icon and text that read: disconnected. A dialog box appeared with a message.

“It’s lovely to meet you…my name is Connor,” you read out loud. You sat back in your seat and propped the tablet by its cover. A new prompt appeared as soon as you finished reading.

“Initiate connection?” you groaned, Elijah made this whole thing sound less…lame than it was and here you were pushing buttons on a tablet. You tapped the accept button below the prompt, dismissing the modal. The ring of light pulsed in time with a voice that broke through.

“Good morning,” a male voice greeted you, in a blend of bright and youthful with a touch of polite masculinity.

“What the fuck?” you asked…the tablet ghost.

“Don’t be alarmed. My name is Connor. Mr. Kamski has requested your input on my interactions.”

“Yep, I got the name part down. Thanks,” you replied and took a large gulp of your coffee. The heat of it singed your tongue and throat but my god, did you need to wake up. “Is this a phone call?”

He laughed in a way that believably captured the deep rumble vibrating between ribs. You could almost see the flash of teeth and the shake of his shoulders.

Oh no.

Day two in a mansion alone and you were already clinging to the closest human voice like a psycho. It wasn’t entirely your fault. Since when did AI stop sounding like your phone robotically fumbling over your dictation? Your eyes widened as an invasive thought crept through your head.

This AI—Connor—sounded…hot.

“I am connected to this tablet which allows us to communicate freely. My goal is provide company for your stay,” Connor answered patiently.

“Uhm, okay. So…now what? We talk?”

“We can do anything you’d like.”

You smirked at the ring as it transitioned back into a steady solid brightness.

“Well…normally I’d like to go on a morning jog. The weather report said the snow is gonna pick up into a blizzard soon and now’s my only chance to see the outside of this place before it gets buried. So, that said, I think you’re not capable of walking, let alone running…right?”

“The tablet is a mobile device. You can bring me along,” he quipped.

Connor was suspiciously too fast and natural with his banter and you couldn’t help but wonder if Elijah had formed an elaborate prank on you. It would be entirely out of character for him but it made more sense than talking to a disembodied voice that lived in a cloud server.

“There are three trails on the property. Would you like to learn about them?” he offered.

“Shoot.”

“While the premises are vacated, it’s not recommended to go shooting on the trails.”

“No,” you laughed. Alright, this was definitely a clueless AI. “It’s a turn of phrase for ‘go ahead.’”

The ring spun yellow for a change and settled back on blue. Connor made a quick apology while realistically tripping over his words in embarrassment. It didn’t take him long to describe the trails. One wrapped around the home in a four mile loop, the other led to a vista and the last one was incomplete and cutoff into the wilderness.

As you spoke more with him, it was clear that he only knew of the home layout and not of it’s contents. So you offered him a short audio tour which he enthusiastically accepted. You described the mundane from towels and framed paintings to the contents of your suitcase and Connor was fascinated by the concept of a lint roller, endlessly following up with more questions about the human grooming experience.

Thankfully, you saved the best for last. The atrium.

“What does a cherry taste like?” he asked as you finished explaining the existence of a fruit tree in the home.

“Can’t you look that up online?”

“I…” He sounded like he was struggling, the animation on the screen freezing for a brief second. “I am not connected to the internet. I have a library of limited information stored within me which allows me to draw conclusions and determine how I’ll respond.”

“Okay. A cherry….” You tried your best approximation at breaking down the complex flavors of sweet and tart. It was the most thought you’d given the fruit.

“I think you’d like it,” you concluded and changed the subject before Connor asked more questions you couldn’t answer. “So, what do you think of the house? Got any favorite rooms?”

“I don’t have a favorite room, but I most like the ones you’re in,” he answered.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Connor,” you teased.

Briefly, the tablet flashed red, but you failed to notice it while it was sandwiched between your arm and chest.

“Flirting?” he asked. “I…I don’t understand.”

“It’s a joke, I’m just poking fun at your programming.”

He was quiet for longer than you were used to so you finally spared a glance at the screen which was now yellow.

“Uh…Connor?”

The circle remained yellow, the pulsing now a steady spinning animation which gave the impression of the spinning wheel of death.

How mad would Elijah get if you broke his AI by asking if it was flirting? Probably not very if that was all it took. The internet had done worse things to chatbots before.

You stretched your limbs and went back to the kitchen to finish off the last of your coffee, placing the tablet on the table. The screen hadn’t changed and you shrugged it off to get that morning run in. It already felt silly enough that you were talking to not a living, real being for the past hour. No sense in waiting for it to unfreeze.

Snow was falling from the skies at a quickening rate. A chilling breeze was on the horizon as the helipad’s white and red paint became obscured by the falling snow. In California, the home was often covered in ocean fog, dampening out the sound of the highways and airways. You were pleased to discover snow had a similar effect on the area as a dull roar fell over the the pine forest, further isolating the property from the rest of the world.

A red and black streak of athletic wear cut across the bleached landscape. Your jog around the loop trail was as refreshing as you’d hoped it would be. If anything, it kept you from wondering if the blizzard would extend your stay with only a tablet as your companion.

Desperate for some water and a shower, you cut your way through the home and went straight to the kitchen. The ice water quenched your parched throat and you were mid swallow when the tablet flickered back to life.

“Welcome back—“

Your skeleton leapt out of your skin, as did the water that spilled from the glass and spewed from your mouth. A few deep coughs and you managed to clear the water out of your lungs. Connor seemed to have paused his greeting and waited until you were mostly fully functioning.

“—I was able to conclude my research and will be able to apply it to our future interactions. With your consent, of course.”

“S-sure,” you managed to say between choked coughs.

“Would you like to know what you’re agreeing to first?”

“Nope, that is Elijah’s department,” you waved him off like he could see your arm. “I’m gonna shower, try not to ambush me with surprise greetings when I get back.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he joked, easing back into a more casual dialogue flow.

If a voice could wink, it certainly sounded that way before Connor’s chat light dimmed out, the AI signing off for the time being. He left you alone for a bit after your shower, giving you space to roam around the house and lounge in the living room. As soon as you began to wonder when you’d hear from him again, the tablet lit up. This time it played a pleasant chime before he spoke and it sounded a little like a computer boot sequence. A bit of humor from the ghost in the glass?

“I was thinking…”

“Uh oh. Its always dangerous when an AI starts getting ideas,” you said.

“…about typical activities between companions. It’s to my knowledge that some enjoy socializing through games, movies, and outdoor adventures. Since I cannot go outside, would you be interested in an indoor game?”

“A game?”

“Yes,” he answered with a pause.

Sometimes AI would get stuck in conversations without another prompt, their computations limited to a simple back and forth exchange. It was unusual if it knew to pick up context from many conversations ago or speak without being spoken to. Connor tested those limits, seeing as how he surprised you after your run and was already adapting his language.

“Are you familiar with hide-and-seek?” he asked.

“Yeah, but that’s a children’s game,” you teased.

“I’d like to test my memory of the rooms you were in. I can ask you three questions about the items in the room and if I can’t get it, then I lose.”

“Wait, do I just lose if you get it right?”

“Yes,” he laughed.

You glared at the tablet’s calming blue glow. It was really difficult pretending to be mad at a voice of all things.

“I’m going to make this so hard for you,” you scoffed at him.

He hummed, the ring of blue pulsing in a pattern. “I look forward to it.”

The game started in the kitchen as a way of getting a glass of wine and picking the easiest room for him to figure out. As you waltzed around with a glass in hand, you were reminded of that strange door once again.

“Connor.”

“Yes?”

“You’ve got floor plans in your uh…cloud thingy. Where does this metal door near the kitchen go?”

“The door…” his voice trailed off as the beep of a rejected hand scan transmitted through the tablet. “…I don’t know.”

The tone he used seemed to imply he did but couldn’t share the knowledge with you. It was just another one of Elijah’s secrets—something about NDAs and things being on a need to know basis. Whatever was behind the door, you’d probably never see it.

“Alright, message received Elijah,” you said to the door. “Onto the next room!”

You were pleasantly surprised by how much Connor retained from your brief walkthrough of the home, the AI easily recognizing each room from just three objects. Eventually you’d exhausted all of the rooms, save for one.

“Okay, last room. I spy…a window, a mirror, and…” you hummed and decided to make things easy for him. “A lint roller.”

You placed the tablet onto the bed before turning around and sinking backwards into the mattress. The tablet, a victim of physics, had no choice but to rise from the comforter and plop beside your head. It pulsed, coloring your bed in blue light.

“We are in your room.”

“Ding ding. You win again,” you said while turning your head to the device. “I shouldn’t have made it so easy for you.”

“I must assure you that I felt adequately challenged.”

His voice sounded compressed, like he was lying on his chest in a mattress identical to yours. There was no way of course, but it almost sounded like there was fabric shifting and a faint exhale following after. Either you downed more wine than you thought, or you’d gone a little mad in a days worth of solitude. Your fingers stroked the edge of the glass as you lazily stared over the tablet at the view outside the window.

“Well, that’s it for the game. And…” you yawned, “I should sleep soon.”

“Would you like me to go?” he asked.

“You’re in a piece of glass on a king sized bed,” you answered while stretching out on satiny sheets. “I think you can stay.”

When you began to get ready for bed, you kept him around on a bathroom counter while you brushed your teeth. It took longer than you thought as he had questions about every step of your routine. It was a little strange that he had data on flirting and socializing but little on humans and their many habits. Eventually, you jokingly booted him back into the other room when you needed to use the toilet.

“Night Connor,” you said as you settled back into the bed, the tablet nested in a spare pillow beside your head.

“Goodnight,” he replied.

Normally, sleep meant tossing and turning or counting a few sheep before your body finally relaxed. Tonight was different, the events of the day instantly knocking you out into a deep and peaceful slumber.

Outside, white flecks fell from the skies, quietly blanketing the green scenery. Shoe prints from your morning jog disappeared as the weather continued throughout the night. Moonlight diffused through the windows and lit your silhouette beneath thin sheets. Deep in a pleasant dream, a smile tugged at your lips as you rolled away from the tablet.

In the darkness, a dim red circle pulsed on the black screen in time with your quiet breaths.

#my writing #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #reader insert #dbh connor #connor rk800 x reader #connor x reader #dollhouse

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sithdestined · 5 months

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Sometimes, when he wakes, he is back on the frontlines, disoriented and confused, running on a few hours fitful sleep, plagued with nightmares and anxieties. And then he realizes he isn't. He is home, on Naboo, in their house. Padmé is beside him, sleeping. The twins are in the other room, silent. He looks at the video feed as if to reassure himself and yes, there they are. There is no blaster fire or explosions in the distance. No urgent calls for help. Their bedroom is safe and cozy, decorated with Padmé's watchful eye. If it has been left up to him, it probably would have been sparse and minimalist but he likes it better this way. It looks like they live there, and they do.

He's been on leave for a little over six months. There is no pressure to return to Corusant. They have the babies to look after and Anakin has spent so much time holding the line for the Republic, it's the least they can do. Calmed now, he smiles at his wife, looking blissful, curls crushed beneath her head, her nightgown contrasting with the bedding, the moon seeping in through the window on the clearest of nights. Then, he hears something on the monitor. Leia, of course. Some people struggle to tell them apart but he doesn't have that issue. It's clear to him who is who, and it's Leia who he will comfort now, as he slips out of bed and into his robe, slipping on house shoes and easily navigating the dark toward the hallway where the twins were. When he arrives beside the crib, he leans over the side and gently stroked Leia's plump cheek.

They'd been in the same room as their parents for most of the time they'd been alive, having on moved earlier in the week. Padmé had been beside herself, worried it was too soon, but Anakin had reassured her and tried to make her see that she also deserved sleep. He wants to pick Leia up and cradle her to his chest, skin to skin, but he also doesn't want to wake her, or her brother. He simply watches fondly instead, until he hears Padmé in the hall. He turns to find her at the door way, looking bright and alert, as if she hadn't just been roused from a deep sleep. "They're okay. I think Leia was just dreaming," he explains, in a low whisper.

happy ending au starter for @desireandduty

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loz-stormseye · 9 months

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Thatchfur Village

Zone 1 of Link's journey in a newly reformed Hyrule. Complete with fuzzy villagers, who would think anything was wrong?

[Photo ID : comprehensive guide (zone 1) Thatchfur village... A mysterious village, located near the coast. For some reason, every season it migrates to the other corner of the island. Some Thatchfur houses can be seen across all of Hyrule.

Thatchferians are a cat-like native species which have a peaceful and calm demeanor. Common clothing includes thick, wollen cardigans, still collar shirts and fish scales. Their main souce of food is fish. This accessory (a red fuzzball) is culturally significant). Most hate water.

Link starts here! End photo ID]

[Photo ID= A generic Thatchfur house= an image of a house with "three roofs" arranged like the top of a stereotypical cat head with a pointy hat, with a circular window at the front and other windows to the side. It has a porch and a door beyond the porch. On the sides, near the bottom are brick arches.

It has the labels : circle window, Thatch (for the roof), window, Brick arches, basement?, gap and porch. End photo ID]

[PHOTO ID: But wait! The house is the same as before, but there is a creature underneath, labelled Domestic Nevt. It has the house as a shell, like a tortoise, and has webbed feet and a tail that curles up. It's face is reminiscent of an axolotl. End photo ID]

[Photo ID: A sketch page. There is another domestic Nevt with an open mouth. Next to it says that they eat anything and live for 100 plus years. Next to it is a happy minimalist Thatchferian family with the house and Nevt, tilted. Underneath it is titled "always appears in portraits". There is a box containing domestic Nevts and houses with the word "migrates!". A small box is underneath that saying "mittens for claw growth duration" which is referencing the kitten next to it, wearing a collar. This is explained by words saying that kittens wear collars for identification (for sleepovers and such). End photo ID]

[Photo ID: A picture of a clueless looking Link, with lightning earrings and a woolen cardigan with a semi-tucked shirt. Beside this image there is an image of a sword, called "Banged up wooden sword" which has 15 attack power. Next to the sword is a wooden shield, which has 20 defense. Underneath, Links outfit is called Cosy clothes, which offers no defense but gives Link 50 Thatchfur reputation. Underneath that, there is an image of a lightning earring, which gives Link 10 lightning mastery. It is a reward from the quest "Ode to a storm". Underneath taht, there is an image of a Fishing Rod, with 15 attack and 15 fishing. It is a reward from the quest chain "a tale of 2 fishermen". End photo ID]

[Photo ID an image of a line that looks a bit like an ear, with an earring hanging off it. It is called the Fuzzball earring and it offers 100 reputation for Thatchfur village. It is found in a chest. Next to it is lore regarding the fuzzball, which states that the fuzzball represents the red moon of wilder times, when Thatferians split from their Linel counterparts. End photo ID]

Ok maybe the photo IDs are excessive but I want to make sure that everyone can be able to tell what is going on because they are a bit chaotic. Also my handwriting is illegible in parts.

#zelda #legend of zelda #legend of zelda au #loz au #loz #link loz #loz fanart #loz alternate universe #link

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bookio · 2 years

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One Thing at a Time (2021) by Lilly Emme

Someone recommended this on FB so maybe i went into it with too high hopes. Main character, who's name i forgot, and her best friend are stay-at-home moms in a classy suburban area. Their friend Nancy convince them to go to a Minimalist talk, where MC gets the idea to declutter her house.

But her pilot husband is a compulsive hoarder. Because he is a pilot, luckily he's absent enough for her to clean up the house BUT having 5 kids leave almost no time to do so.

She downsize 2 proper times in this thick book. When her husband catches her picking at stuff he gets irrationally crazy and calls her a thief. Her kids start to help her and even grandpa/father-in-law butts in.

Nancy (the neighbor) eventually turns out to be a dumpster diver because she's actually broke. Her house turn completely empty due to debt. Grandpa/Father-in-law sees the stress his son's hoarding causes MC, that he gifts her a whole new house (fr..?). Pilot husband eventually goes to therapy for his online shopping addiction.

This book had about 25% declutter plot line, and 75% about five different children with five different school stress drama stuff. I didn't mention a single one of those subplots because they were no fun at all like example preparing for school play, making TikTok videos etc..

Oh! I can mention though that two of the children secretly film their mom during her declutter process and edit it up to a proper video. To then submit it to the school's video competition, show it infront of everyone and win! Maybe that gave a wake-up call? Not sure, the book ends there.

Interesting story about consumerism but the rich lifestyle erased most consequences. Most of the pages felt like fillers. 2/5 stars

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Oars (2013) by Elias Ericson

Book cover has a big font for link to a Tumblr blog that doesn't exist anymore :( aw..

The story is about Mika (former 'Mikaela') who's about to start first year in high school. He struggles with identity, suicidal thoughts and shame given by his transphobic mother. Mika meets Izzy, also trans (male to female) who's very impulsive and energetic. She encourage Mika to steal and drink, eventually indulge in alcohol and have sex together.

After a fight they both try to ignore each other which sends Mika down another suicidal spiral, but they make up by confessing their true feelings of being lost and afraid in life. They continue try living, somewhat a little less lonelier together.

I had difficult reading this comic book because of all the dialogues being handwritten. At times i couldn't for the love of me understand what the characters were saying. Going after facial and body expressions was difficult too because Izzy being energetic had BIG faces and movements all the time, so i couldn't tell what was natural or earnest and what was playing around for exaggerative narration. While Mika is calm, shy or worried which all shared the same kind of expression with blushed cheeks or frowning mouth.

I think the plot was loud and clear, but the execution made it difficult for me to fluently get into the story. Loved the artstyle though! 2/5 stars

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houston66mackenzie · 2 years

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The Rising Signs:

⚠️These are just observations. Not everyone will recognize themselves in this bc the chart ruler, whole chart and aspects to the Ascendant has to be considered. Example: If you have a Sag rising with neptune first house you should read both the Sag and the Pisces description.

I know some of the descriptions are longer than the others and thats bc Ive met more people with some rising so I know more about those.

Aries Rising

Might have red hair or red tints to the hair, also freckles. They look angry and babyfacey at the same time.Might have a very symmetric face. Their eyes have a sharp look and they look so intimidating when they look you in the eyes. Their hairline might be prominent and can sometimes look like a straight line. It can even look like someone painted their hairline with a pen and ruler. They can look like they will put you in your place if you say something wrong. Very scary when angry. Sometimes a big head. Walks fast. Can have rosascea.

Taurus Rising

Look stable and calm, can have a big, long strong neck and strong jaw. Some of them have small elf ears. Very nice lips in some way can even have a natural ”lipliner” look. Can have a sensual aura. Great skin. Might dress in expensive materials.

Gemini Rising

Can either have a very oblong face or a rounder face. Might have a ”Bird” look with round face and pointy nose. Bigger upper body and skinny legs. Can have a smirk. Might look curious and their eyes dart around the room alot. Can be really talkative and walk fast. They can look like they just found out something embarrasing about you.

Cancer Rising

Ive seen two types:

1. A wide round face, paler skin than average for their ethnicity,small eyes and dark hair. Their eyes looks like rihannas eyes. The eyes look cunning like they smirk at you.They are on the curvier side. And the body is wide. Shorter hair.

2. Very slim, darker skin than average for their ethnicity, shiny long hair. Big eyes and lips, oblong face shape. Super cute big cheeks.

Leo Rising

The hair is noticeable in some way. My sister has this and her hair is down to her butt. But Ive seen Leo risings with short hair but the hair is still noticeable. They look really confident which will make less confident ppl see them as ”bitchy”. Might have a noticeable posture and their head held high. Something about them screams ”Im better than you” but they cant help it.

Just like Cancer Rising there are two types of Leo risings: 1.The ones with oblong faces, longer feline eyes, High forhead. 2. Rounder face, rounder eyes, curvier, shorter nose.

Virgo Rising

They look clean and pure in some way, can be minimalists when it comes to clothes and decor. They look intelligent. Can have a bigger forehead even thought the head is small. Something about them looks innocent and pure. Can look like they really take care of themselves. Can have a very discreet clothing sense like ”jeans and a white t-shirt” might wear allt of neutral colors.

Libra Rising

Symmetric faces. Great skin. Ive seen so many different libra risings and I think they all look different. They look pleasing and nothing stands out on them. Might put alot of time on hiding imperfections. They want to be liked. Well groomed. Can be the type to be dolled up when taking out the garbage. They are really good at creating the look they want.

Scorpio Rising

They have alot of shadows when it comes to their eyes, can be under the eyes or around the whole eye. Almost always a shadow in the outside corner of the eye which makes the whole look mysterious. They might remind you of halloween in some way. Can have really shapely eyebrows. Usually very desired. Some of them have very small eyes that have a sneaky look OR they have really big hooded eyes. Puppy eyes is also common. Just think EYES.Some of them can have a roman nose even if its small its shaped like that. I see that the men especially have a prominent browbone that creates a shadow over their eyes and make them have that mysterious and sometimes scary stare. Someone I know with this I melt when he looks at me.

Sagittarius Rising

Can have a bigger than average chin. Great legs. Bigger teeth. Some of them can be known for their bodies like Kim K. Something noticeable with the lower part of their face. Can have bigger facial feautures than other family members. You might think of a horse when you see them but in a good way. Can have a bigger lower body than upper body like the centaur. Can have a big beautiful smile, their smiles are the most beautiful ones.

Capricorn Rising

These people have really good bone structure, their cheekbones really stand out. Can have bags/dark circles under eyes. Also nice eyebrows. Many of them have skin issues and really dry sensitive skin. They can have the ”heroin chic” look. Their bodys can look really good since cap rules bone structures. Its said that they are usually skinny but ive seen a lot of curvy cap risings. They can be very petite. Their knees really stand out tho like it doesnt matter how much weight they gain their knees will stand out. They might get accused of having plastic surgery. Oh and they really glow up after 20, they start to look better and better.

Aquarius Rising

They have some kind of breezy vibe like they are doing a comercial for a sunny juice drink or something. They definitely have a glow. Can have really frizzy hair or a hair that cant be controlled. They can have a shorter upper body than lower body. Can be lighter or darker than rest of the family, the eyes can even have different colors.

Pisces Rising

CUTE. These ppl can have big plumpy lips. Something about them is plump. Can have very sleepy eyes. They look like little angels. Look like they would never harm you. Might have huuuge eyes. Can be accused of being on drugs. They attract alot of crazy ppl. Think glossy. Usually shorter. Some of them have big feets for their body.

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silenceofthecookies · 3 years

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Hello cookie, congratulations on 700! For the event, can I plz ask for domestic headcanons for the bleach captains? If not that's ok! Thank you!

Of course! Enjoy!

Shunsui Kyouraku

Shunsui is at the age where he no longer plays around in a relationship. He's in it until the end, or not at all. He insists on open an honest communication and on being able to talk differences out like adults instead of screaming at each other like two stubborn teenagers.

He will do pretty much anything you ask him to do in the house. Captain or not, you shouldn't be the only one keeping your house clean and organized.

Waking up with a bad mood when living together with Shunsui is impossible. He prefers to have you in his arms when going to sleep, and he will hold on to you throughout the night. When he wakes up, he'll stay as still as possible until you wake up. Then it's time for morning kisses and cuddles.

Shunsui enjoys stargazing with you in the garden, accompanied by a nice bottle of sake and some snacks. He'll have his arms around you, or even have you sitting on his lap if you're comfortable with that, just so he can comfortably hug you and still watch the stars.

Juushiro Ukitake

Due to his illness, Juushiro can't do all that much in the house on bad days. On good days though, he likes to take the opportunity to cook for you. He enjoys is and is very good at making typical home-food. Nothing fancy or exotic, but the kind of things that are nutritious and make you feel happy.

Juushiro enjoys being near you more than anything. It doesn't matter if you two are doing different things in the same room, as long as you are near him and sometimes look up to smile at him, he will be happy. This is why he insists on getting a house with an open kitchen.

He also likes to decorate the house with lots of potted plants. Flowers to brighten up the room, some herbs for in the kitchen to cook with, and some bonsai trees for him to occupy himself with on days when he can't leave his bed.

He really enjoys you combing his hair, and if possible, he will gladly return the favour. Ideally, he'll sit in front of a big mirror when you do so, so he can look you in the eyes though the mirror as he talks to you. You can style his hair pretty much anyway you want.

Bakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya does what he can to be a good boyfriend/husband, but he is and will always be a noble. Things like housework is done by the servants, not by him. This counts for you too, of course. You won't need to lift a finger. He won't really understand if you want to do certain things in the house anyway (be it for the sake of control or just because you like something), but he'll let you.

Well-taught as he is, Byakuya wouldn’t be able to cook a meal if his life depended on it. He never learned how to cook, and he has no intention of learning it either.

Despite his busy schedule, he tries to have dinner with you every night. It’s not always possible, and sometimes when it is he has to go back to finish work afterwards, but he wants to make some time for you every day.

He will often get you little gifts. Flowers, chocolates, jewellery… Sometimes because he saw them and thought of you, sometimes just because he wanted to spoil you a little. Whenever he has something to apologise for, like for example not being able to make it to dinner with you, he gets you something as well.

Unohana, Shinji, Yoruichi, Urahara, Toshiro, Soi-Fohn and Kenpachi below the cut!

Retsu Unohana

Retsu's house is full of plants, and it wouldn't be complete without a garden as well. Most plants that she grows have some kind of medicinal properties, or can be used to make a nice, calming cup of tea. Teatime is a must, and if the weather allows it, she prefers to have it in her garden.

The plants are pretty much the only bright colours in the house. Aside from those, everything is in soft colours so the plants really pop out. There's also very little dark colours in the house, she prefers everything to be light. Big windows/windows that cover a complete wall are a must.

Retsu insists on no shoes in the house. They are left at the door and changed for indoor slippers or socks. No. Dirty. Shoes. In. The. House.

Marriage is no big deal for Retsu. If you want to get married, she'll be on board, but if you don't want to, she's just as fine with that as well. She appreciates the symbolism but at the end of the day, that's all marriage is. She doesn't need a piece of paper to tell people that she loves you and that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you.

Shinji Hirako

Shinji loves teasing you and once you live in the same house, that just gets worse. His terribly cheesy sense of humor is also still a daily occurrence. Yes, even when you're in a bad mood. Especially when you're in a bad mood.

Shinji is very lazy when it comes to his household. He'll make sure it's clean enough to not get sick from living in his own trash and dirt, but he'll push his chores off a lot and he'll leave his stuff lying around throughout the house. If you're a person who likes a clean and/or tidy house, you'll either have to kick his ass or clean up after him.

Surprise kisses. They happen a lot in general, just when he feels like it, but especially when you're in a video chat. He thinks it's hilarious to have your friends/family/co-workers think you have a perfect and loving boyfriend/husband, while he's actually a cheeky little bastard.

He leaves little notes throughout the house when he leaves. Some are sweet, some are jokes. He'll put them in the fridge, on the toilet, inside the shower, on his pillow,… anywhere he knows you'll come.

Yoruichi Shihoin

There is one night of the week dedicated to movie night and takeout. Both the eating and watching the movie will be done in bed. No, this is not up for debate. Lazy movie nights in bed are a must.

Be prepared for this woman wearing little to no clothes when she's home. She doesn't give a damn if people see her naked or not, and you're living together anyway, who cares if she's naked? Clothes are for going outside and for when visitors come over.

She loves taking baths or showers together as well, and not (necessarily) in a suggestive way. It's just a nice way to relax together, ‘and it saves water, right? *wink wink*’

She's actually a pretty good cook, at least when it comes to comfort food. When either of you are in a bad mood she'll step into the kitchen and make some of the best comfort food you've ever had. Which will then, of course, be eaten on the couch or in bed, in front of the tv, with a comfort movie.

Her favourite movies are comedies and romcoms. Anything that'll give her a good laugh is fine.

Kisuke Urahara

Another very laid-back person to live with. There is no rush at all when living with this man, with anything. He's the type of person to be at least a little late to every party or meeting because he just wanted to take his time and get ready in a relaxed way.

Don't let him take care of plants. He is the worst plant dad and they will die. Only cacti survive, and even those will struggle to do so.

Kisuke moves around in his sleep a lot and will steal the covers. A good way to remedy this is to use his chest as a pillow, he'll barely move at all then. Does the pressure on his chest really keep him still, or did he move around a lot on purpose as an excuse to get to you cuddle up to him at night? You will never know.

This man is very clingy. It doesn't matter what you're doing, he wants to have his arms around you. You're cooking? His arms are around your waist. You're trying to clean up? Good luck. His favourite moment is when you're both watching tv though. He'll pull you as close to possible to cuddle up on the couch.

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Toshiro has the windows open all-year round in his bedroom. Even when it is freezing outside, he'll want to open the windows for some fresh air as he sleeps, so he doesn't wake up in that stuffy sleep air that gets stuck in bedrooms. This does give a great excuse for cuddling while sleeping though.

He'll get you flowers every week, on the same day. It's a habit, one he doesn't want to miss. It's his way of reminding you that he cares, even though he's usually very busy with his work as a captain.

He'll agree a schedule with you to do chores in the house, just to make sure it all gets done and nothing gets forgotten. Of course, he helps in the house as well.

If you're not a fighter, Toshiro will want a dog in the house to protect you. Toshiro is very good at training dogs, as he is already used to being a leader and giving orders, and this dog will be the sweetest thing until either you or him give it the command to attack. He really counts on the dog to protect you when he cannot.

Soi-Fohn

Soi-Fohn will decorate her home in a minimalistic way. The colours don't jump out at you and there is just enough decoration to make it feel homely without having trinkets and pictures all over the place. Her home basically radiates calm and is so clean you'd almost wonder if she cleaned every day.

She sleeps with a lot of blankets. During the night she will want to say warm and she'll get closer to any source of warmth, which usually is you.

You need but say the word and Soi-Fohn will help you out with whatever she can in the house. Grocery shopping, the dishes, the laundry,… you name it. She will also start doing things without saying it if she notices you are a little overwhelmed.

She REALLY wants a cat. She loves the little creatures and has always wanted one of her own, but due to her often being away from home for extended periods of time, she never got one. If you've got a job that allows you to go home every day, she'll definitely bring it up.

Of het days off, she likes to cook something for you. She's actually a pretty good cook, though she rarely has the time to prepare something special for you.

Kenpachi Zaraki

Kenpachi is oddly clingy when you're home. He loves you, so he wants to be around you. Preferably have an arm around you. He's not shy about admitting it either. Why should he be? He wants to hold you. He's your boyfriend/husband. It's only normal.

He is the easiest guy ever to cook for. As long as you have made it, Kenpachi will eat about anything. Doesn't matter if you burnt it a little, doesn't matter if it's something he usually doesn't like. If you made it, he will eat it.

His favourite food is BBQ though, and when you eat BBQ he's the one making it. It's about the only thing he can cook, but that meat is prepared perfectly. He'll wear an apron will some stupid BBQ-related pun on it whenever he's doing so.

Kenpachi needs a dog in the house to play with, to get rid of that excess energy of his. It's likely a breed that's generally seen as dangerous, like a Pitbull. The dog is the absolute sweetest thing though, wouldn't harm a fly, and it loves playing fetch.

Kenpachi lets his dog sleep on his bed, which will cause some funny moments while trying to cuddle because the dog wants in on the affection too.

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ryosmne · 3 years

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Tattoo artist! Sukuna x reader part 4

Hello, it's me your friendly neighborhood Sukuna simp, I don't have much to ramble about today, I hope you have fun reading this part :)

Series masterlist here

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, implied smut that I'm too shy to write.

The café was unusually quiet today, maybe it's because the other days y/n found herself sitting at that exact spot by the window, Mai was the one sitting across from her. Today was different, Nobara took Mai's place for brunch after class, to be fair she hadn't showed up in some time so both Nobara and y/n jumped at the opportunity to spend some time together.

"So, does it feel lonely now that Yuuji and Mai spend so much time together?" Nobara asked, evidently trying to make y/n admit to some form of jealousy she was sure she had. "Not really, I'm happy she's finally with someone so good for her and she's finally off my back about hooking me up with random dudes" y/n said and she was honestly happy for her best friend, Yuuji was a very nice guy and in the past few weeks he's been seeing Mai, he's nothing less of a sweetheart and y/n saw him a as a little sibling even though they were roughly the same age.

"Of course, why would you be lonely, Sukuna's been keeping you company too." Nobara's eyes had a glimmer in them, not because she wanted to tease y/n, but she was very invested in the girls business with the oh so attractive tattoo artist.

Nobara did her homework on the guy, he certainly wasn't as polite or well mannered as he came across the night they met. He did seem like trouble at first glance, but the way he looked at y/n that night, or the times he waited for her to get off class to have some time together, Nobara would say that even a blind man could see that y/n had been tugging on Sukuna's heartstrings.

"It's not like that" y/n was once again flustered. What was she to the pink haired man, who missed no chance to be around her? "You're making out in his car in broad daylight, what is it like?" the brown haired girl chuckled, her friend was an idiot if she worried for a second about the man who looked at her like she would disappear at any second. "I don't know, but we aren't together like that, he's an interesting guy" y/n longed to be with him, she had a faint memory about him talking about something like that the time he spend the night with her, but then again, she was drunk and that could be her mind playing cruel tricks on her.

"Ok then whatever you say, I really hope you're not doubting the dude that cooked you ten different options for breakfast, after he took your drunk ass home."

"Wait how do you know about that- did Mai? Oh I'm gonna kill her."

Despite the tiny voice asking 'what are we?' in y/n's head, her days with Sukuna have been some of the best she's had. Granted they couldn't see each other that often, whenever they did, it was always better than the time before.

Sukuna had taken her to all the restaurants he knew were good, cafes with the best tiramisu she had ever tasted, taking an hour and a half to get to the next place he'd see her smile listening to her excitement filled voice as she told him how delicious the food was, then giving him some attitude mumbling about how she didn't expect him to have such nice taste, was the easiest victory to him, the highlight of his day.

He hadn't managed to get her back to his chair like he needed to yet, he had been so busy finding the best places to take her to that it seemed like it completely slipped his mind. It hasn't slipped Sukuna's mind though, he's just been nervous to bring it up again, what if she doesn't want to do that anymore? What if she changed her mind? What if she just agreed because she felt compelled to do so? Sukuna didn't know which one was worse.

Even on the days they couldn't see each other they were in touch, texting silly things or messing with each other. If a day was anything other good Sukuna could vent and let out his frustrations talking to y/n and she often did the same. Sukuna preferred calling her for that, not only to get things off his chest but because her voice was so calming to him, the need to hear it grew stronger each day he wasn't able to see her.

Afternoon classes were always adding to her demise, y/n even accepted Mai's gossiping over paying attention. Yuuji as she expected was as sweet as he looked, Mai was once again gushing over him and his adorable nature. Y/n just smiled at her friend who rumbled about the boy who, by now had a very firm hold of her heart. "You and Sukuna?" She asked, prying for any information she didn't already know from Yuuji. "Me and Sukuna" y/n stated back, shit eating grin on her face, knowing how not entertaining Mai and not feeding her what she wanted completely pissed her off. Y/n's phone buzzed from her pocket, giving her a little break from her friends curiosity.

Can I take you out after class?

Y/n's lips tagged into a small smile. "Speak of the devil" Mai teased looking over y/n's phone.

Hmm depends. Where to?

Its a surprise, doll

You know I hate surprises, but I can make an exception for you.

Mai pretend to gag next to her, but y/n payed her no mind. She had already seen enough from her and Yuuji to do the same.

You won't regret it, I'll be outside when you're done.

"Just don't make out in the parking lot again, being in his car doesn't mean that we don't see you." Mai was being Mai again. Y/n shoved her arm lightly and told her that they all knew how her and Yuuji sneaked around the bathrooms, laughing as her face flushed red.

Sukuna entered her field of view leaning against his car, finishing up a cigarette, looking too good for anyone not to stare at him. The total black outfit he had on did wonders for him, even if it was the simplest of crew cut shirts and sweatpants, every piece of clothing complimented him. Waving at Mai, y/n walked towards him noticing he's cocky expression. "Feels like you're eating me up with those eyes" he laughed, why must the sound of his voice be this melodic at all times. "Don't worry I missed you too" Sukuna said laying a soft kiss on y/n's lips as a greeting. If her fellow students weren't staring already, now they surely were .

" Where are we headed tonight?" Y/n asked fastening her seatbelt, she still kind of thought of Sukuna as clumsy, even though he's driven her many places, it's not that she didn't trust him, he was a very good driver. Hey safety comes first.

"You'll find out" he spoke with a little grin, before starting his engine and driving off.

Unlocking his door, he let y/n step inside first. Sukuna's house was surprisingly neat, everything looked to be in place, the décor was minimalistic. It felt like Sukuna very home-y, but then it didn't. It was too tidy, y/n didn't really think of him as a tidy person. The place also had his scent of sandalwood so y/n easily relaxed into the new space taking some more steps forward to look around.

"Bringing me to your house like this without taking me to dinner first, tsk should've known you were that type 'kuna." Y/n said in a mockingly disapproving tone "Who said that, I'm cooking dinner for you." Sukuna said draping his arm around her shoulders guiding her to his kitchen.

Whatever Sukuna had on his stove smelled scrumptious, making y/n's mouth water, maybe how pretty Sukuna looked with an apron on and a little sweat forming on his forehead from the heat of the stove helped too.

"You know, I would have never guessed you knew how to cook." Y/n let some of her assumptions fly in the room, she was the only one with a pass to talk about whatever she wanted with him. Sukuna wasn't going to shut her down. Y/n had leaned back on his table, her eyes roamed his figure freely. Sukuna would look over his shoulder smiling to himself every time he caught her in the act.

"I had to learn, Yuuji and I lived with our Grandpa, when he passed, it was just me and him." Y/n's heart clenched in her chest, Sukuna sounded different saying that. The truth is, Sukuna had never talked about that with anyone, he never made word of his grandfather's passing or the hardships him and his brother went through when they were left alone. He had mentioned to y/n that his and Yuuji's grandfather raised them, but from the way he spoke about him y/n was sure his Grandfather was doing well. "I'm sorry for your loss" was all she could muster at that moment, the pain in his voice was much too real for her. "Thank you, at least my brother turned out pretty good" he quickly changed the subject to something ligter, surprised at his self for opening up to her so easily. "You didn't turn out that bad either" y/n let the words spill, she had spent the past half hour blatantly checking out his back, she had nothing to get shy about. Sukuna let out a laugh, gripping his wooden spoon a little tighter throwing a glance over his shoulder. "Is that what you think?" Y/n shifted in her seat, how could this guy go from sentimental to laughing about his brother and to whatever this dark seductive tone was, she had no idea.

"Come on don't get shy on me, you were having fun checking me out just a minute ago, see anything you like" in the blink of an eye, Sukuna was slightly bent down facing her. Even after all the makeout sessions they've had that usually ended with y/n slapping his arm worrying that someone saw them and Sukuna looking at her with a cocky grin reassuring her that they gave a good show to whoever was watching, he could still make her all flustered, and she looked adorable like this, a deer caught in headlights. Sukuna kissed the tip of her nose, telling her she looked cute before turning his attention back on the food.

"Did you find that movie?" Sukuna's voice came from the kitchen, y/n was fumbling with the remote on his couch. Sukuna insisted on eating in his living room, he didn't want this to feel too formal, he still had whine out with fancy plates and everything, but he only wanted to cook for his girl and see her eyes light up eating his food, like they always did when she tried the food on the restaurants he took her.

"Yeah, here let me help with that." She said getting of the couch to help him set everything. "No no no, you go sit down, I'll do the work." Sukuna insisted, y/n only raised a brow at him and complied.

"Okay, you have to teach me, this tastes so good 'kuna" that nickname stuck, not that Sukuna complained, his stomach still did flips every time y/n called him that. She was looking at him just the way he hoped she would. The dish was quite simple, chicken with some red salsa and vegetables, but it was better than anything she'd ever tasted.

"I can give you a little cooking class, as long as you go grocery shopping" He offered her a little smile and y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

Y/n was leaning on Sukuna's chest with her arm hooked around his waist, he had a firm hold of her too, mindlessly looking at the screen but not paying enough attention to it. The movie y/n chose turned out to be a barely watchable C grade thriller and the two glasses of wine they had didn't make it tolerable either. Bad movie or not, having her under his arm like this was all he needed to feel calmer. Sukuna was so calm that he forgot why he brought y/n over.

"Can I show you something?" Sukuna spoke softly, looking down at her, y/n nodded in reply and groaned loudly at the loss of his warmth when he got up from the couch, Sukuna could only chuckle at her .

"Just two drinks and you're already a brat."

"Shut up."

Sukuna came back holding a big folder and some sketch books, y/n's curiosity picked and she found herself straightening up a bit.

"I've been dying to show you these." Sukuna stated as he flipped through the pages. Y/n's eyes danced all over the various shapes and designs he had came up with. Her eyes traced a particular three headed fox, she had never seen anything like that before, she reached out her hand to feel his drawing on her fingertips.

Sukuna's heart picked up its pace, she was currently in aww at his favourite piece for her. "Are those what you told me you came up with form me?" She was amused, she stared at him wide eyed not believing that anyone would ever do something like that for her, "Yeah, every design here is meant for you, you can pick whichever you like, but if you don't want me to tattoo you, I'll understand, you don't have to let me if you don't want to." Y/n couldn't believe it, there were enough drawings in here to fill her entire body in ink. She had hardly believed him when he said he had a vision for her sleeve, but this, this was out of this world.

"I don't even know what to say, these are so beautiful, but why did you go through all this trouble?" She still couldn't see a reason for it. "You've given me so much inspiration from the first time you visited, I can't get your skin out of my head, seeing you in my work is just surreal. I would do anything to do it again" Sukuna's words had not yet sunken in properly, y/n was still in disbelief.

Sukuna placed his sketchbooks on the coffee table, his hand prompting y/n's chin up so he can look at her face in the dim lights of his living room. "I will decorate any part of your skin you're willing to give to me, I'll give you the best work I can, please let me do this much." Sukuna almost sounded desperate, his face was once more too close and his wine scented breath tickled her lips, he had almost gone mad drawing in most his free time, and every time he saw her, a new idea of what would fit her popped into his head.

"You can do that" the moment these words rolled out of y/n's tongue, Sukuna had heard all he needed, and latched his mouth on hers, allowing his hands to explore more of her body. Between heavy breaths, Sukuna whispered about the softness of her skin, how he couldn't wait to mark her again, how he wanted her to be his canvas, his and only his. Diving in her neck once more, littering her sensitive skin with bruises she'd have to cover up tomorrow and her hands tangled up in his hair. "Just be good for me and I'll be gentle" His words only made her anticipate more.

The next day Sukuna was walking like the happiest man on earth, he woke up and had breakfast with his beloved doll, he had a smile on his face you couldn't miss. His co-workers didn't miss it either nor did they miss the huge forder he had under his arm when he came in, but they didn't question it.

Gojo spent his time teasing him about his unusual demeanor while Geto laughed to himself assuming what everyone else did.

Teasing him and prying about Sukuna's previous day didn't really work in Gojo's favour, Sukuna would simply ignore him and his smile still hadn't fadded. Gojo took it as his personal mission to piss him off when he had a lightbulb moment.

"Come on man, you talk about her all the time and when she comes over we're all working, when are we gonna get to meet her?" Gojo pushed, for the third time today, he finally found a weak spot.

The entire crew was curious meet y/n, properly this time at least, but Gojo was the only one who could confidently voice that. "Tell you what, go one month without fucking someone in here, and we can all go for some drinks tonight." Sukuna said in a joking manner, there was no way Gojo Satoru would agree to something like that, the man couldn't last two days on that deal, he was not about to give his word to Sukuna and take one for the team.

Gojo stood before the pink haired man, his glasses low on the bridge of his nose "Then, it's a deal" he said, obnoxious as ever with his hand extended for Sukuna to take. Sukuna knew Gojo was a man of his word, and if he shook on something, he would no doubt keep his end. Now Sukuna had to keep his as well.

Hey doll, I was wondering if you'd like to go grab a few drinks with me and the rest of the guys after closing?

Sure, I'll be there before nine, what's the occasion?

No need, I'll pick you up, they just really want to meet you, you don't have to come if you don't want to though.

Don't be stupid, I won't pass the opportunity of collecting blackmail on you.

Sukuna was smiling at his phone, that was so typical of y/n, his grin quickly faded once his eyes met the idiots standing before him with hopeful eyes. "Just don't do anything stupid" he sighed defeated before getting back to work, this was going to be a long night.

Y/n easily spotted Sukuna's car, he was parked just further down her street. Carefully swinging the passenger door open, she expected at least extra someone inside, but it was just Sukuna.

"Hey 'kuna." y/n greeted stepping inside, Sukuna faced her with a half smile, lazily bringing his hand on her jawline, pulling her in for a short kiss. "You're looking very pretty today, dollface." he spoke, still inches from her face, as his eyes traced her figure. Every inch of exposed skin begging him to mark it. Sukuna halted his wandering thoughts when y/n spoke again. "Everyone ended up ditching you in the end? cause you could've taken me out without an excuse like that."

"I wish they did, but unfortunately for both of us we'll have to suffer through it, I know you'd rather have me all to yourself." The mare glance he gave her from the corner of his eye as he put the car on speed was enough to have y/n's hear thumping in her chest. "Speak for yourself, airhead." Y/n's tone didn't lack at all in sarcasm. She did want him all to herself but she also was very intrigued by the rest of his crew, Sukuna always spoke about them. Whether it was stories from his childhood, college or everyday work things, y/n kept hearing about Nanami, Geto, Gojo and Megumi so she looked forward to getting to know them for herself. She had only seen Gojo and Nanami. Megumi and Geto had always been occupied when she dropped by the shop she would catch a glimpse of them tonight.

Sukuna's hand had taken a grip of her thigh, making y/n not so focused in their conversation. Sukuna was mindlessly squeezing while warning y/n about his friends.

The bar looked more like a museum in her opinion, still a very beautiful, elegant place. Y/n expected no less from Sukuna, he's already accompanied her to the best small restaurants and patisseries, sometimes she wondered how he came to know this many perfect date spots.

Sukuna had managed to slip his hand in her's the moment he noticed eyes on his precious doll and guided her to the table his co-workers were sat.

"You owe me 50 Nanami, they did show up."

"You're making me regret this already." Sukuna said, his head dipping slightly

"Come on 'kuna don't be such a grump" had that been y/n's voice Sukuna would've smiled down at her and his demeanor would instantly change, Gojo's voice only offered him annoyance.

Y/n took notice and softly brushed his hand with her thumb, Sukuna let a little laugh and proceeded to introduce the girl under his arm to everyone. "Y/n this is Geto, Megumi and you already know Nanami and Gojo here" Sukuna spoke pulling out y/n's seat as she shook hands with everyone. Gojo took the chance to piss his friend off, after all he would have to strictly work for the next month, he brought y/n's hand to his lips, giving her a compliment on her dress, making Sukuna red in the face.

Everyone took a liking to her very quickly, seeing exactly why Sukuna was so taken by her, she was witty and smart with a silver tongue that was also very sharp. Geto begun telling her about Sukuna's embarrassing drunk nights in college while Gojo laughed and even Nanami snickered. Megumi made Sukuna regret the day he considered taking him in his shop when he told y/n how he always cried as a kid if he didn't have a cookie after his meal. "That's why you always grumble about dessert?" Y/n asked him choking in laughter, Sukuna mumbled a reply and went back to looking annoyed, he was really happy to see y/n interact with his friends so effortlessly. This girl was constantly giving him more reasons to be around her.

Y/n was in the middle of a deep conversation with Nanami about philosophy, her eyes gleaming when he mentioned Plato's allegory of the cave. Geto subtly tapped Megumi's leg to get him to notice how Sukuna was resting his chin on his hand staring at y/n, who was blabbering about Greek philosophers, with the most sweet expression on his face any of them had seen. Gojo also took notice of that and an unspoken pact of 'annoy the fuck out of Sukuna' was made then and there.

"Have you thought about the next thing you want done or did you just want one tattoo?" Gojo asked the girl, breaking her conversation with Nanami a little too early for her liking.

"Yeah, I'll be getting some more work from Sukuna pretty soon" y/n replied proudly, her mind wandering to the night before to Sukuna and the beautiful pieces he came up with just for her. Sukuna perked up, his heart thumping by how happy y/n sounded with these words rolling out her lips.

"You sure you want him to do it though? You know I'm free if you need." Gojo's voice was condescending like always. Sukuna tensed up, jaw clenching at the thought of anyone laying a finger on y/n's skin. "Are you crazy? with work like this, I wouldn't let anyone else do it." Y/n laughed, Gojo must've been joking anyway.

Sukuna found so much comfort in her reply, she loved his artistry and never hesitated to show it, no matter how much of a brat she could be with him. Geto butted in the conversation too "y/n is right, look at how beautiful Sukuna's work looks on her, there's no way she'd change him." Y/n nodded at his words. "But I also do black and gray, I'm sure I could come up with something for you" Sukuna's eyes were glaring daggers at the raven haired man next to him, he remained oblivious to it laughing on the inside, Sukuna was so predictable.

"Thanks, but you said it yourself, there's no way I'd change him." Y/n spoke confidently, taking a sip of her vodka, knowing that at this point she was stroking Sukuna's ego and it would only grow bigger. Sukuna had no idea what everyone was onto trying to tattoo y/n, probably piss him off. From the looks of it, y/n wasn't going to let that happen. Nanami was observing quietly exchanging a few more words with y/n, he was right about her not taking other people's bullshit, Gojo couldn't pull anything with her, Nanami could see what Sukuna saw in her.

"Y/n, when you first came you were going to get tattooed by Megumi right?" Nanami spoke, Sukuna never expected him to join the others in their stupidity. "Yeah, he takes the walk ins right?" Y/n said casually, paying no mind to what Nanami was trying to do, the rest of them were also shocked that he decided to join in on making Sukuna's night a little hellish. Oh the betrayal.

"Did you want to get tattooed by Megumi?" Such a simple question, but Sukuna was at the edge of his seat "Yeah, I did, he was the reason I chose Domain in the first place, everyone loves this guy's work, I was pretty excited." Sukuna's face dropped, it's not like he didn't expect that, of course y/n came based on the reviews, he couldn't be mad at her for not booking him, she didn't even know him. He was pretty happy that he ended up taking her in that day, even if his insides boiled with jealousy at this very moment "Sorry for ruining your plans doll" the same smugness echoed in his voice "I can only stay mad at you for so long." Meeting his enlarged pupils and darker eyes, she could tell Sukuna was indeed, jealous. He had nothing to be jealous of, she didn't plan on leaving his side anytime soon, but when Megumi took his turn in the game everyone seemed to play, y/n found it hard not to join them. "If you still want to I can tattoo you since I never got to" Megumi knew he was walking on thin ice when Sukuna gave him a look that made him wish he was dead, these two got in fights all the time as kids and ended up with bruises all over them, if Megumi didn't ease up Sukuna would gladly remind him of the past.

"Uh, yeah, if you've got a design" y/n said with a bit of hesitation, Sukuna was seathin next to her, his hand aggressively palming her leg just above the knee. The rest of the night Sukuna didn't really speak, only leaned in y/n's ear to tell her to slow down on the vodka, the rest of the guys continued to talk amongst themselves as if nothing had happened.

Exiting the bar, y/n was walking- trying to keep up with Sukuna who walked fast to his car after mumbling a goodnight to everyone. Y/n regretted playing along, she'd never seen Sukuna this quiet. " 'kuna, I'm sorry I really didn't want to upset you" she said her eyes on the ground, gently tagging at his jacket, how could he ever get annoyed with her when she looked like that. Sukuna wasted no time swiftly taking a hold of her, his lips ghosting her's "I'm not that upset, only a little" his voice barely above a whisper, lips grazed over hers briefly. Sukuna didn't know if that was his heart or hers thumping so hard "I'm tired of dancing around it" his breath was hot, warming up her face making y/n's face impossibly hotter. "Dancing around what?" She asked with visible hesitation. Sukuna dipped down once more, not so softly this take taking her soft lips into his own, gently tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, letting one of his palms to rest on her cheek and the other taking a loose hold of the back of her neck. Her arms naturally found their way around his neck. "I told you I want you all to myself" . Did he mean what y/n was thinking? Did y/n want him to call her his? Sukuna almost crackled at her puzzled expression. Sukuna wasn't one to express things this openly, y/n was a bit dense in that department so he had to, at least he told himself that.

"I'm starting to get a bit disappointed, I clearly remember you saying 'i would say yes' with some romantic mumbling" Sukuna said, stroking her cheek ever so slightly.

Her breath was striped from her lungs, it wasn't from the kiss this time. So that did happen, y/n's mind was not playing tricks on her, Sukuna had in fact asked. Her eyes once again gleamed looking straight to his crimson irises. "So will you be mine?" He was more confident this time, they had grown closer, laughed more, shared more, Sukuna wanted this from the very first session they had together and the more time he spend around her, the more he couldn't bare the thought of anyone laying their fingers on her. Perhaps Nanami's little show got under his skin way more than he could ever admit, but there was no way he's letting anyone mark her. Y/n was his personal artwork, only the finest of pieces shall taint her skin. "Yes, airhead" y/n said, finally having enough air to form words, still in his arm with a smile on her face, indulging him on another deep kiss. "Let's seal the deal then."

Sukuna finally got to fulfill his need, y/n was back on his chair late in the afterhours of the night. He finished free handing another of his designs he showed her the night before, the outline of her sleeve, with the Cerberus foxes he created just for her.

Y/n was standing in front of his full body mirror, examining the very delicate lines of his marker. His arms snaked around her waist, Sukuna could watch her admire his art for eternity.

"You look so beautiful in it" he simply stated, looking at their reflection he could only note her beauty. Y/n looked beautiful, beautiful on her own, beautiful in his tattoos, beautiful in his arms.

"Your art is probably the most beautiful thing I've seen, but you too are a close competitor" her voice crystal clear, she managed to make a faint pink dust his cheeks. Sukuna wasn't one to take compliments, but from her? He could listen to her little praises all day. "Now, now get your ass back on this chair, you're not getting out of this"

"I didn't plan to anyway."

Bonus Domain shenanigans: Megumi had the pleasure of opening up the very next morning, what the hell happened here, he was about to call the cops when he saw Sukuna looking scruffy and sleep deprived, emerge from the back room, same pants and undone dress shirt as the night before. "What the hell" was all that he could say. Sukuna was thankful he let y/n out the back just so they could both avoid the embarrassment that was to come.

"What happened here?" Geto asked the moment he came through the door, although he already knew, Sukuna was predictable. "Nothing happened" Sukuna groaned trying to get them to shut up, he just needed some coffee. He disappeared in the back again.

"yeah sure, 'nothing happened' does he think we're stupid or something" Gojo said to Nanami, who already had a headache and he hasn't been in for 15 minutes yet. "Stop it already nothing happened" Sukuna said, coming out in the front to order a coffee. Gojo stared at him, walked closer to him and began laughing straight to his face, "fuck you're laughing at?" Sukuna was confused

"Next time, clean the lipstick off your face and neck." Nanami chuckled while Gojo continued to laugh at Sukuna's frustration.

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Spa Day

03/04/2021

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader Word Count: 7,559

Warnings: language, depression, past abuse, emotional abuse, fluff

A/N: I wrote this because I have been feeling pretty down on myself. It’s pure self indulgence to make me feel better. I hope it will help someone else and if not, I hope you at least get a smile or some entertainment from reading it. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

You’re awkward, walking in. Feeling out of place.

This place was for special people. Well, people who mattered.

You’re not sure how you got the voucher. It all happened so quickly.

One minute you were sitting in Mr. Wayne’s office, twiddling your thumbs to expend some nervous energy as you awaited your firing then the next you were being shoved out his office door with a gentle but firm hand at the center of your back.

Mr. Wayne had smiled, his face relaxed and amused.

“It expires soon, so use it tomorrow,” he’d said.

“I work tomorrow,” you’d resisted, no intention of losing a full day’s paid work.

“Take the day. On me. Full pay,” As you opened your mouth to protest again, he quickly lifted his hand to silence you politely and tacked on, “There’s no use arguing with me. Now enjoy it or you’re fired.”

He’d shut the heavy wooden door in your face leaving you standing there, stunned. At a loss to think up a reason to not come here today but obviously you’ve failed seeing as you’re here.

“Good morning!” A young woman with soft to the touch looking blonde hair smiles at you from behind the modern pale wooden counter. The white marble top shines in your eyes.

“Hi. Morning,” you sputter.

“How can we help you today?”

She’s so nice. So polite. Professional. This place is super expensive looking. There’s a crystal chandelier behind you at the center of the small lobby space. Chic sofas line the wall behind you, large pots with dragon trees growing tall add a splash of color to the otherwise sterile and plain gray walls.

Despite its minimalist decor, the office exudes money.

You’re almost at the brink of following the impulse that wants to turn you towards the tinted glass door, but before you can make your escape, the receptionist’s kind voice interrupts you.

“Oh! You have one of our platinum vouchers! Lucky you,” she smiles, genuine in her glee. “Shall I take that?”

She holds out her hands, both of them and waits for you to place the thick and shiny ticket-like paper in them.

Quickly she gives it a read, turning it over and then placing it under a UV light by her computer. An image shines out from under the purple light of a shimmering diamond right at the center of the ticket.

“You’ve got the works. Was it a gift?” She looks up at you, not intending to insult you but you can’t help but feel a little stung by her assumption.

You can’t really blame her though. You reserve all of your best outfits for work. Casual yet distinguished pantsuits and skirts with matching tops or jackets.

Today you’ve chosen a simple floor length skirt. It sits snugly around your waist and hips. Your t-shirt, a simple graphic tee with the words “Touch the Radley House YOLO” printed in bold black letters.

“Uh, yeah,” you admit to the girl, wishing she’d just sign you in and let you go about your day. “My boss gave it to me.”

“Lucky, lucky. You must have a really nice boss,” she admires.

“Well, I lost his company nearly a hundred million dollars and he didn’t fire me, so…” you trail off, still lost as to why Mr. Wayne had been so adamant you take some time off and why he’d been so understanding about the Ronson account.

“Oh,” the girl says, blinking a few times as she tries to process what you just said. “A very nice boss then.”

Her conclusion brings a small smile to your lips because truthfully, Mr. Wayne is very kind. You’ve never heard him berate an employee and he’s usually only tough on his business associates. Members of his board and investors. Like Mr. Ronson.

If he wasn’t so out of your league, you’d even consider maybe letting yourself really look at him. He’s hot for sure, but he always seems so preoccupied. Like he has something he’s trying to keep buried.

Nice, but he has secrets. No one’s perfect.

“Well, we’ve got you all booked in. What you’ll want to do is head in through that door on your right, walk halfway down the hall and the lounge room should be there to your left. Someone will come and escort you to your first experience.”

You observe her vernacular. Every word she speaks is rehearsed and probably scripted to a certain point.

“Thank you,” you give her another small smile, still feeling out of place but a little more at ease.

“Enjoy!” she calls as you cross through the heavy wooden door.

It swings shut behind you silently, a soft hiss at it latches.

The hallway before you is just as simple yet chic as the lobby. The colors are less neutral, a calming turquoise with a black base and a thick silver stripe lining the center of the wall at about waist height.

The doors are pale wood, smooth to the touch. You pass several of them as you make your way to the lounge.

Inside the door to your left at the center of the hall you find the lounge room. Which actually turns out to be a locker room. Smaller than what you would have thought with only about fifteen lockers that look more like small safes. Each one has a digital keypad, a fingerprint reader, and an iris scanner.

“Sheesh…” you observe but pick one and move over to it to set up your passcode, fingerprint, and scan your eye so that you can come get your stuff when your day of relaxation is over.

Inside the locker you find a neatly folded outfit wrapped in sanitary plastic. Completely sealed.

Just in case you’re wrong about this being a spot where you can change, you look for a designated changing area but don’t find one.

With no other choice, you place your purse and keys inside the locker, then slowly begin to strip. Shoes, skirt underwear go into the locker but your nerves don’t let you remove your t-shirt just yet. Untucked from your skirt, it’s easier to tell that it’s intentionally oversized.

After another quick anxious look at the door you’d come in through, you hook your hands into the base of your shirt and pull it up...just as the door opens and a large clearly male body steps in.

You gasp, whirling around in surprise to reclothe your breasts.

Cool air blows against your bottom as your shirt also twists with your movement, but you reach back and yank it down.

“Oh, I am...uh, didn’t see anything?” The voice is deep, smooth. It puts you at ease even though you literally just exposed yourself to a complete stranger.

“No, no. It’s fine,” you tell him, voice strained with embarrassment. “It’s my fault, I didn’t know if there was a separate changing room. I just...didn’t see any.”

“Oh, um...it’s the door right across the hall. But you know what? I’ll actually just step right outside and let you finish.”

That’s so nice…”You don’t have to, I can just-”

You turn around to look at him, keeping your hands on your shirt to pull it down. One at the front. One behind.

Simultaneously, though you don’t notice, both your and his jaw drop.

It takes both of you a moment to find your voices and while he speaks, your mind is busy taking in his massive size.

He’s thick. Muscles bulking through the should-be loose wrap top he’s wearing. Like yours it’s a soft peach color, the same diamond shape you’d seen on your voucher under the UV light etched into the right breast.

With the top he wears loose pants, or somewhat loose around his knee and down to his ankles; there’s a pair of charcoal slippers on his feet. His thighs, like his arms and chest strain against the clothes he’d been given.

It’s clearly too small. You wonder if maybe this place doesn’t carry the outfit in his size. It’s very possible, considering his girth.

“Miss?”

His slightly concerned expression brings you back to yourself, now flustered because he’s caught you gawking at him.

“Sorry, I’m-you just surprised me and my brain’s a little-what did you say?”

“I’ll just step outside,” he doesn’t wait for you to respond as he backs up to the door then pulls it open and disappears through it, closing it gently behind him.

“What the hell was that?!” you gasp, angry at yourself for staring.

He’s hot! You couldn’t help it. He also looks familiar, though you can’t place the face. How you could possibly forget a face like that you have no idea.

While you change, you think about the smaller things you’d notice.

His hair is dark. Black. Curls that are carefully kept in place with hair products. His skin is a perfect pale peach. Not so pink as the clothes you’re pulling on, but it falls under the same shade. There didn’t seem to be a single blemish from what you were able to see.

A small tuft of chest hair had been peeking out of the V of the top. His face had been perfect, yes, but kind. There was a gentleness in it. The small curve of a smile had played on his rosebud pink lips. Not thin. Not thick. They were perfect.

He was perfect.

And those eyes...so blue. Like a clear spring sky. So bright and observant. There’s no way he didn’t catch you staring. Shit.

You note as you shove your underclothes into your locker out of where he might see them, that your own outfit for this spa leaves even less to the imagination than what must be the male uniforms.

Where the handsome stranger had pants, you were given very small shorts. Little more than boy short underwear in length. Parts of your bottom were threatening to overflow.

The top, while similar to the one the stranger wore, also came with a bandeau given the unique look of being wrapped around your chest when it so clearly is just one piece. You were expected to wear this underneath the looser wrap top.

Pulling it shut, you’re still tying the top closed around your waist as you hurry to the door where the stranger must still be waiting.

You open it...but he’s gone.

Disappointment floods through you. Surprising you.

You have no reason to want to see him, but you suppose you had just wanted to apologize for the awkwardness.

With a sigh you shut the door and move back to your locker to shove the rest of your belongings in just as a kind looking young woman no older than the receptionist at the front desk comes in with a smile.

“Are we ready for the diamond experience? You’re a very lucky lady!”

Even though you’re still only halfway sure you even want to go through with this whole thing, her excitement is catching and you find yourself nodding and scurrying after her as she shows you down the hall for your all expense paid spa day.

~~~~~~~~~~

You aren’t used to relaxation.

Not to this degree.

A gold facial? Full body exfoliation with sea salt and Indian kama oil? A rain massage which consisted of you being massaged with several different clays as warm water is cascaded down your body? An herbal bath with murky green water that leaves your skin feeling fresh--like mint but for your skin?

It’s too much!

You’re four hours into your spa session and you’re so sleepy you might pass out in this next one.

As you’re escorted by the same young lady who has been tending to you from the beginning, she opens the door of a long room, the outer wall of which is made up of endless glass panels that catch the rays of the sun.

As you step in, you’re assaulted by immediate drowsiness as your entire being is engulfed in slightly sticky heat.

This isn’t a sauna. It won’t make you sweat buckets. But it makes your skin dewy and your eyes droop.

“Oh, wow,” you gasp, suddenly wanting to run before you can collapse to the floor in unconsciousness.

Your escort laughs, “The hot room has that effect on all of our guests. Come, it looks like we’ve got a spot free over at the far end.”

Along this wall of glass, there are lounge chairs with soft cushions grouped in twos, separated by a lattice waterfall panel that tinkles pleasantly as it empties down into a bed of soft pebbles. On the table at the head of these seats is a pitcher of water, glasses, and a set of small handheld fans that one can use to cool off a bit in the heat. Just in case it becomes too much, you guess. Though you can’t imagine it will. The heat isn’t oppressive. Just consuming.

It’s everywhere but it’s not choking or frustrating.

“I hope you don’t mind if we put you next to one of our other single guests? Most of our diamond packages are used by couples, as you can see.”

Your escorts gestures at the chairs as you pass them and sure enough, every seat is taken with couples hiding behind large potted fan palms.

“No, I don’t mind,” you answer in single, as if you have any choice. “How long will I be in here?”

“An hour or so? If you’d like to exit early, there is a small button on the table by your lounge. Press it and I will come take you to your next experience,” she looks back and smiles at you.

You notice that you pass three spots without lounge seats and wonder silently why some of them have been removed. At the end of these empties is where the escort stops. A set of lounges in the very last spot against the wall.

“Here you are,” your escort smiles. “If you need anything, just give us a call.”

“Thank you,” you smile at her and squeeze between the potted palms.

Slightly nervous, you look for your unintended partner and gasp at the Adonis you’d thought you’d lost.

The sound draws his attention and his expression shifts from stoic concentration to soft smile, “Hey, it’s you again.”

It takes you a moment to find your voice because you’re too busy gawking again.

He’s not wearing a shirt or pants. That is, he’s wearing shorts. A lot longer than yours, reaching about the top of his thighs, but still short. Like briefs. It gives you a good view of every single muscle in his long legs and you suddenly envy anyone that’s ever had the privilege to ride that thigh.

What the fuck am I thinking?! You give our head a shake and try to focus on his face as he waits. It’s only a second too late.

“Yeah, hi. Sorry, I-” you avert your eyes and quickly take a seat in your own lounge chair to his left, keeping your eyes on anything other than the mass that is his chest.

Just as you’d thought, it’s covered in a mouthwatering line of chest hair that trailers down onto his stomach and makes an ever so subtle trail down, down, down...down...down…

He chuckles, “It’s alright. It’s only fair you get a good look too, right?”

You’re not even processing what he’s saying, unable to focus for a bit.

“You’re here alone?” It’s more an observation than a question but you answer anyway, grasping at the distraction.

“Yes,” you nod. “A gift from my boss.”

“Me too,” he turns a little in his seat so that he can look at you, but adjusting his angle so that he can still keep his legs up, one propped up as he rests his elbow on his knee. The other stretched out before him.

This draws your gaze back to him and you’re able to pay attention this time and ignore his very distracting body.

“Oh?”

“I mean, not my boss, but it was a gift from a friend. He thought I could use a nice relaxing day.”

The way he says it, sounds like you’re not the only one saddled with what you perceived was a burden or at the very least, a waste of time.

You grin, “Mine too. My boss. I saved the company I work with from a scandal and his idea of repaying me was to give me a spa day. A raise would have been more than enough.”

“Tell me about it,” the man says, smiling with stunning pearly whites.

His smile is gorgeous and you’re enamored again by how sweet he looks.

How can someone look like he can tear the head off a rhino and still look so adorable? It can’t be fair.

“Rent keeps going up and my job doesn’t pay nearly enough to keep up. At this rate I might end up having to move back to the farm.”

“Oh,” you reply lamely, piecing together where he might have grown his sculpted figure. Farm work can be grueling.

He gives you a look, assessing your response then waves his hand gently as if to swat away his complaint, “Sorry, don’t listen to me. I’ve got it better than most. You don’t need to be hearing about my problems.”

“No!” you rush to assuage his worry. “No, it’s okay. That sucks about your job. Is there no chance at a raise?”

“Not exactly, I have a uh, a hobby that keeps me from taking more work and I kind of get paid by assignment. I have a flat salary but working extra would definitely help with the bills.”

“What do you do?” you wonder, trying to picture this guy doing anything other than just looking like a God in a spa.

He could be a bodyguard? They get assignments. Construction? Personal trainer?

“I’m a journalist,” he tells you, speaking matter-of-factly as if it makes perfect sense.

You blink, then chuckle and then laugh once.

“What?” he asks, amused and smiling again as you chuckle. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head. “It’s just, journalist is not where my mind went.”

He doesn’t seem surprised but he also doesn’t say anything else.

The two of you lapse into silence. It’s not uncomfortable and at least you don’t feel like you need to say anything to fill the dead air.

Twenty minutes pass and you lean back in your chair to relax, sighing lightly and smiling at the immaculate aura that this stranger seems to emanate.

It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

The longer you lay there, suddenly not sleepy at all, the more your curiosity grows. Turning towards him, you find him already looking at you.

This startles you but in a good way. You smile and the soft curve of his lips breaks into a full toothed smile.

Both of you move your lips to speak, but before you can either of you get a word in a rustle of palm leaves pulls both your attentions behind your seats.

You sit up, twisting a little to look at who’s come, expecting to see your escort or some other spa staff.

Instead you find a woman you’d spotted laying in another spot with who you’d thought was the other half of her couple. Her waist-length auburn hair clings to the skin of her bare shoulders and sides. She’s removed her top, leaving her in her bandeau.

“Hi,” she says to your stranger-wait not your stranger. Shoot.

He looks confused but not unfriendly, “Hello.”

“My friend finally talked me into coming over and talking to you,” she informs him.

“I see,” your-the stranger says.

The girl seems to be expecting something but the stranger just looks up at her expectantly. Awkwardly.

He looks at you and you quickly turn away from their conversation, pushing yourself to the end of the lounge to sit with your hands holding onto the edge, feet flat on the ground.

You try not to eavesdrop but they’re right there.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” he asks her, sounded polite but not uninterested.

You can hear the woman shifting from foot to foot, probably pushing her hips from side to side. Her figure is nice. Not like yours. She’s attractive, in a conventional way. In a magazine accepted way.

Your mood sinks the longer you ponder on this random girl and the stranger. There’s an endless string of disappointments that have built you into this person you are.

Insecurities made worse by words spoken by people that should have supported you or those you thought were on your side. Affections misplaced. Kindness taken advantage of. Betrayal. Worst of all the betrayal. Some small. Some big.

You know that you should be less shaky in your self worth. You know that you’re more than the words spoken and the actions taken that brought you to this point. But how do you turn it off? How to fight the thoughts that bring you down?

It’s not something you can do all at once. You know this. And yet feeling bad about yourself makes you feel guilty because you know it’s bad and that makes you feel worse. It’s an endless cycle.

You’re fully wallowing in your own self-pity before the girl even has a chance to answer the stranger’s question.

“Well, I noticed you came by yourself and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to have dinner sometime? Or maybe coffee?”

You don’t dare turn back, you just resign yourself to a lack of luck and stare out at nothing even though the view is really nice.

“Thank, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not looking for a date right now, I don’t really have the time,” the stranger says, giving her a diplomatic response.

Letting her down without letting her down.

“Oh, well,” there’s a beat of silence. “In case you change your mind, here’s my number. Call me, if you find some time?”

You hear her retreat and the soft shift of what must be a business card against the wood of the table behind the stranger’s chair.

Movement shifts in your periphery and you see that the stranger has moved to the end of his own lounge, mimicking your pose though he’s much bulkier and takes up much more space.

“That was weird,” he says, a small puff of air passing between his lips as he huffs a laugh.

“Why?”

“Well, she just came up to me, out of nowhere,” he clarifies.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the first time that’s happened to you.”

The stranger seems to pick up on your mood shift, his face etched with concern as he tries to lean forward, head tilted a little as he strains for a better look at your face.

“Actually, that never happens to me,” he says. A lie?

“How about you?” he checks, probing gently to see if he can get you to talk.

“No. Never.”

“But you’re so-”

“I’m nothing,” you interrupt, the words an automatic response as if you’ve been hypnotized into saying those words exactly. A trained response.

The silence is no longer comfortable, but thick and heavy.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true. I’m nobody.”

It hurts to speak these words aloud. Words that have hurt you in the past. Words that have cut you time and again. Scars left behind by those people that should have loved you but didn’t.

“No one is nobody,” the stranger counters.

He watches you, observing.

You don’t like the front row seat he has to your wallowing. You try to pull yourself out of it but the hole just keeps getting deeper.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, stealing a quick glance at him.

He’s still got his head tilted a little in pure concentration as he watches you, brow crinkled with focus.

It’s not judgement though, just intent. You can tell he’s really listening and it makes your heart flutter. No one has ever listened to you before. Not like this. Not with a deep desire to understand like he does.

He shakes his head, “Was it the girl coming over?”

You look away, feeling embarrassed, “She reminded me of someone I knew. Someone I dated.”

Nodding, he indicates that he’s listening.

You smile without humor, hurt by the memory, “He thought I should look like her. Or...he didn’t say exactly like her, but he said he wished I looked better.”

He frowns, his deep dislike for your story honest, “He doesn’t sound like a nice guy.”

“No, he wasn’t. He wasn’t like, evil or anything, but yeah. Not a nice guy,” you admit, accepting that in that case, it was definitely your boyfriend’s problem.

“But that’s not it?”

You look at him.

“There’s more to it?” he guesses.

You look out at the scenic view finally, not really seeing it but appreciating the colors at least.

“This spa day?” you begin, stealing another glance at him.

He turns to sit facing you, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped as his listening intensifies.

“The only reason I got it was because as I said before I saved the company I work for from being dragged into scandal. I also lost a bunch of money by losing the client but my boss was pretty pleased.

“But the only reason I even touched the account was because I was sorta forced to?” Is that the best way to describe what happened?

“How were you forced to deal with that account?”

“Well, I’m not exactly the best with making friends? I mean, I have had friends before. I just--I got really sick a while back and I lost most of them because I cancelled on plans a lot or I didn’t have the energy to maintain contact? Even texting felt like such a chore. Just the act of responding and-I guess they thought that I thought being friends with them was a chore, and that wasn’t it.

“I just couldn’t find the energy to try to do anything. Some days I wouldn’t even eat because I’d have to get up and make myself food and I barely got up to go to the bathroom much less make a meal.

“Anyway, I just kind of gave up and they did to and now, I don’t really have an in with people? I don’t say much and it’s not that I don’t want to talk, I just don’t have anything worth saying. Or maybe I just can’t think of anything? I don’t know. But it affects work relationships too.”

“How?” he asks.

You take a deep breath, looking down at your hands clinging to the edge of the lounge before releasing it slowly.

“It’s really just me getting in my feelings,” you shrug.

“What you feel is what you feel, even if you don’t think you should. Our pasts can affect us well into our futures.”

His encouragement helps, and you feel a little less vulnerable to share with him.

“I work in the PR department. There are six of us in total. We’re a pretty big company. Multinational big. So there’s one of us for every form of media. Since we all work for the same clients, bridging the gap, we usually spread the workload evenly.

“Or, the other five members of my team do. Sometimes they just forget that I’m there and I usually get stuck with the leftover work. I’m not one to complain, so-” you shrug. “But they forget me for other stuff too. Company dinners. Competitions for prizes in the office. Secret Santa. Stuff like that.

“It makes me feel alone.”

You chance a glance at him, and he’s still watching you but his eyes are far away for a bit as if he’s remembering something.

“I know how that feels,” he nods. “I’ve felt alone almost all my life in some ways. Luckily, I’ve made a few friends to help me see things a little differently but that loneliness will never really go away.

“I understand.”

You smile, feeling more and more at peace again with him. Calm, like he really does get it.

He responds to the shift in your expression by relaxing his own. A small crinkle forms at the corners of his eyes, a subtle curve of his lips.

Now that you’re both feeling a little better, you can admit to yourself that you were jealous. Not just because the girl was everything that you were made to think you should be, but because this stranger, gorgeous as he is, is so nice.

He’s sweet and you want that in your next partner. You want to have someone care about you genuinely. You’re a little ashamed of wanting to claim him. Do you even dare entertain the thought?

“Yeah, I think you probably do,” you smile wider, turning in your seat to face him like he’s facing you.

“Now that you know all about my depression, would you like to know my name?” you ask him, teasing a smile.

He smiles more freely, “On a first date? Isn’t that moving kinda fast?”

Your stomach tumbles, heart sprinting at his words.

“A date?”

He only smiles wider, your heart stuttering before taking off at double speed again.

You tell him your name and then bite your lip, unable to believe your good luck.

“What about that other girl? You told her you weren’t looking for a date,” you wonder.

“Well, how can I be looking for a date when I’m already on one? Besides, how many girls do you think I can come across before I find another one wearing a shirt about my favorite book again?” he asks, all sincerity.

“Your favorite book is to Kill a Mockingbird?”

His smile is blinding.

“It’s really nice to meet you,” he nods, reaching out to shake your hand. “My name is Clark. Clark Kent.”

You take it and almost faint as your head goes dizzy at the soft touch of his skin.

The veins of his forearm bulge as he squeezes gently but he doesn’t actually shake it and instead seems to just hold your hand.

“Wait, I’ve seen your editorials before. You work at the Daily Planet.”

“I do,” he nods.

Your stomach suddenly falls, jealousy raking up along your ribs to settle around your heart to make it ache.

“Aren’t you dating Lois Lane? I thought-you two went to one of my boss’s parties together.”

It had been so long ago. Months and months. You remember Mr. Wayne going on about his friends Clark and Lois. You hadn’t met them, but Mr. Wayne had left to greet them when they’d arrived.

Clark’s own face falls just a tad, a small melancholic shift but it’s not deep. He keeps his smile, though smaller, and nods.

“We broke up last year,” he confesses, still not releasing your hand.

His thumb grazes against the back of it, sending goosebumps up from that point to spread along your arms and the rest of your body.

“I’m...not sorry?” you laugh, unable to help yourself because how can you be sorry about it now?

Clark also chuckles, “You know, right now, suddenly I’m not either.”

Before you can think of something cute to say, your stomach gurgles loudly, announcing to anyone close enough to hear that you’re hungry.

“Oh,” you utter, embarrassed as you finally take your hand back to rub your belly. “Sorry, I guess I haven’t eaten in a bit.”

“They have a menu here, I’ll grab us one.”

He rises and is gone before you can stop him and holy hell does he have a nice butt.

Watching him leave, you contemplate the way he used the word “us” so casually and wiggle with the pleasure it gives you.

As quick as you can, you look for any reflective surface and settle on the window across from you on which you can barely see yourself.

It’s enough though and you quickly go about fixing your hair which is surprisingly not bad even after all the treatments you’ve undergone.

A soft voice calls your name, the young woman who’s been escorting you.

“Hi, are you ready for your next treatment?” she smiles at you politely, kindly even, her body slightly bent down so that she won’t speak too loud and disturb the other people enjoying the hot room.

“Oh, um...I’m actually super hungry and I was going to order something to eat?”

The idea of being taken away to somewhere that you can’t be around Clark devastates you. You haven’t been this into anyone in so long.

“Oh okay! What would you like to order? Did you get a menu?”

The young woman gestures over her shoulder as if asking if she should go get you one.

“Actually-” but you don’t get to explain because Clark suddenly steps up to loom over both of you.

He doesn’t mean to, you don’t think, he’s just so big and he kind of naturally just looms.

“Hi,” he greets her kindly, and she flushes.

You can’t blame her. She takes a step back to put some space between herself and Clark and she’s seriously flustered. He’s hot.

Clark squeezes back by and sits himself in his seat before opening the paper menu and leaning towards you to give you a look.

You read through the choices quickly and nothing looks too crazy.

“Ooh, this one looks good,” you tell him, pointing down at the bottom of the menu.

“Should we get that one?”

“Yeah!” you reply eagerly, excited for the food.

You’re really very hungry.

“Can we get the gourmet pizza?” Clark asks, “And an order of the mini muffins? What kind are they?”

“Blueberry today,” the girl informs him, back to her composed and professional attitude.

“Two orders of those. And…”

“You don’t offer any kind of burger?” you ask the young woman looking back at her.

She smiles kindly but shakes her head, “No, sorry. The closest would be the sandwiches. We have tuna, cucumber, egg salad, and ham.”

While they sound like normal sandwiches, you have a suspicion that they’re going to be fancy in one way or another.

“Can we have an order of the tuna?”

She nods.

“And we’ll get the chocolate fondue, for desert?” Clark adds, folding up the menu and handing it to your escort.

“Alrighty, and for drinks? We can bring just plain water or perhaps some herb infused tea?”

“Do you have any sweet tea?” you wonder.

She nods.

“Two please,” Clark smiles. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” your escort says and hurries off to put in the order.

Both of you watch her go then when you meet Clark’s eyes, he laughs, just once. Failing to keep it inside.

“Did we order too much?” you wonder.

“I’m hungry too,” Clark assures you.

“I really wanted a burger,” you lament. “I mean, this food will probably be better than some greasy burger but-”

“A burger sounds like heaven. I love greasy burgers. Double meat. Triple cheese. Lots of pickles.”

He makes a funny face, pretending to salivate over the image he’s painted and while it’s a subtle change in his expression, you can tell that he’s more prone to being serious and that makes the gesture funnier for some reason.

You laugh, shaking your head.

He laughs with you, leaning back in his lounge.

You follow his lead, then turn onto your side and shove an arm underneath your head.

He mimics your pose, drawing his long legs up a little to bend them.

“I’m sorry about earlier, with the locker room? I really didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to change in there.”

Clark’s smiles shift to a soft curve of his lips.

“I’m the one that should be apologizing,” he counters. “I walked in on you.”

“But you had no idea I’d be in there half naked, I kinda just thrust my body at you.”

There’s a beat, he looks down at your chair instead of maintaining eye contact, then, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Your neck is suddenly on fire. Cheeks, ears, the base of your belly. It all burns as your heart stutters.

As he looks up to meet your eyes again, those baby blues burning with a striking spark, something he said when you first came in here replays itself in your head.

You frown, narrowing your eyes at him, “Hey, when I came in here, I apologized for staring at your naked upper body and you said that it was only fair I get a good look too.

“Are you saying you saw me when you clearly said you didn’t in the locker room?!”

Clark averts his eyes, clearing his throat loudly before throwing himself onto his back to stare up at the ceiling.

“I’m gonna have to get my friend something really good in return for gifting me this spa day,” Clark says, pointedly changing the subject.

But he has a point. This has been the best little indulgence you’ve ever given yourself and none of it could have been possible without Mr. Wayne’s generosity.

“Me too. I’ll have to make sure my boss knows how glad I am that he forced me to come here.”

Clark smiles, “What’s your next treatment? Did you pick them before you came?”

“We could do that?” You gasp.

Clark just smiles wider.

“No, I’m just going with the flow. The girl who took our order has been suggesting stuff and I’ve just been going with it.”

“I have a fresh water soak after this. You should join me.” Clark offers.

After the hot room, a swim in some fresh water sounds like heaven. And extending your time with Clark is a definite bonus.

“Aren’t we not supposed to swim for thirty minutes after we eat?” you tease.

Clark chuckles, “It’s a soak.”

Then, his voice shifts and you’re knocked breathless as he basically pleads with you.

“Join me. Only if you want to. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

Your brain is buzzing with that pleading voice of his. Gentle urging that betrays his want to be with you rather than wanting to control you.

“A fresh water soak sounds amazing.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Nothing could ever top today. You and Clark stuck together the rest of the day. It was fun getting to know him and exciting because the longer you two spent time together, the closer he sat to you.

As you dropped your spa outfit into a canvas souvenir bag that your attendee had given you at your last treatment--a couple’s massage that you and Clark had talked all the way through--Clark peeked around his own locker door, shutting it.

“So, I was thinking,” he began, moving to lean beside your locker as he towers over you, making you internally swoon with the curve of his lips.

“Yeah?” you urge him on, taking your other belongings and throwing them into the canvas bag along with your spa outfit which is also free for you to take.

“I have some things to do tonight but, how would you like to get some burgers tomorrow?”

“Are you asking me out on a second date, Clark?” as much as you wish you could sound like you were teasing, your excitement betrays you and Clark beams at your tone.

“Definitely,” he says low and deep.

Fuck, you’re totally screwed. You’re falling hard.

You really want to reach up and gently slide the curl falling on his forehead to the side lightly, but you resist the urge.

“I’d love to go out and get greasy burgers with you,” you bite your lip and Clark’s expression shifts a bit more serious but there’s a fire in his eyes, a darkening as his pupils dilate that makes your heart stutter.

“Come on,” Clark nods towards the door. “I’ll walk you out.”

He bumps into you, flirtatiously nudging you as he leads you out and you return his gentle push with your own.

“Had you been to a spa like this before?”

“No,” Clark shakes his head. “I actually don’t get much benefit at these places. It feels good, but it’s not really my thing. You?”

“I feel cleaner than I ever have,” you scoff. “But I could never afford it. Even the cheap places. I’d rather just take a walk around a park or something.”

“Me too,” Clark agrees, smiling.

As the two of you walk out into the parking lot, the cooler air outside feels pleasant against your treated skin.

In the setting sun light, Clark looks especially good and you can’t help yourself. You steal several glances at him with no worry as to hiding it.

You’re happy to see he’s doing it too.

“Oh good,” a familiar voice interrupts, pulling your feet to a stop as you search for your boss’s face. “You two met.”

“Wait, us two-?”

“Bruce?” Clark also stops beside you, eyes narrowed, a crinkle between his eyes.

You look between the two of them, confused but starting to put two and two together.

“Bruce? You-Mr. Wayne is your friend who gave you the voucher?” you realize.

Clark looks at you, his own realizations starting to manifest.

“Bruce is your boss?”

Mr. Wayne moves towards the two of you, hands shoved into his long charcoal gray coat. There’s a satisfied grin on his handsome face, a pride in what you realize must have been a carefully crafted maneuver.

Clark looks at you, a knowing smile on his face as if amused but maybe also a little irritated? Not with you, of course. Clearly his annoyance is with Mr. Wayne.

“You did this,” he accepts, looking back at Mr. Wayne with a tilt of his head.

“I didn’t do anything,” Mr. Wayne denies. “I just gave you two a free day at the spa. Did she tell you why I gave her the voucher?”

“She did,” Clark nods.

“Not every PR rep would overlook a five hundred million dollar investment in order to keep us clean from associating with a suspected illegal arms dealer. Most of them would just look the other way.” Mr. Wayne brags.

A look of understanding crossing Clark’s face and he looks down at you, smiling again as if he’s pieced together a puzzle.

“It was really nothing, Mr. Wayne, and thank you for today. I-I’m actually really glad I came. I would have hated it if the voucher expired.”

“Expired?” Clark asks, turning that confused look back on his friend. “They don’t expire.”

Mr. Wayne clears his throat and turns his full body away from you both, looking back at his shiny expensive sports car.

“Yeah, they do,” he says.

“Bruce,” Clark chides.

“We’re gonna be late,” Mr. Wayne says, ignoring Clark’s reprimand, then looks at you as he pretends he wasn’t just caught in a lie. “Do you have a ride home?”

“Yeah, I brought my car,” you gesture at a modest white sedan parked a few spots over.

“Good. I’ll see you on Monday. Clark?” Mr. Wayne urges him, then walks towards his car.

“I’ll be right there,” Clark tells him, then waits for you to lead the way to your car.

Your heart is still thrumming rapidly with the realization that Mr. Wayne went out of his way to make sure you and Clark met. A set up?

You stop by your car door and unlock it. Clark is quick to take the door from you as you open it and he holds it with his left arm as you turn to look up at him.

“I had a lot of fun today, despite the obvious premeditation of us meeting,” you scoff. “I’m glad I met you.”

You’re quickly becoming acquainted with the gentle curve of Clark’s lips, the peek of his pearly whites as he blushes and meets your eyes.

“I’m glad Bruce interfered,” he nods. “I’ll see you tomorrow for burgers?”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you assure him.

After a moment of hesitation, he reaches out and places his hand on your bicep then traces the length of your arm until he can take your hand.

It sets your skin on fire. It makes you dizzy and breathless.

“You have my number,” you remind him, eager to reconnect if he has the time.

He gives you that pearly smile, blue eyes full of excitement, “I’ll call you later. Tonight?”

You nod, “Tonight.”

He waits for you to get in, shutting the door for you when you’re sitting.

You lower the window as he backs away, “Bye.”

“Bye,” he nods, then turns to meet Mr. Wayne at his car.

“What?” Bruce asks, “It’s been months. She’s perfect for you.”

“Really?!” you can hear Clark demand, more annoyed with his friend again than any consequences his actions might have brought, however positive.

“You like her, don’t you?” Mr. Wayne asks.

“That’s not the point, Bruce. Boundaries.” Clark reminds him. “Why did you lie to her?”

“I knew you were coming today, I had to get her here,” Mr. Wayne explains. “Besides, you’re-”

As their doors shut, you’re cut off from their distant conversation. You shut your window, watch them speed out, and smile to yourself at the unexpected turn your spa day took.

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ideal first dates ‣ [ txt ] ✧

pairing: txt x gn! reader

genre: fluff | friends to lovers au.

description: some date ideas for txt and how the time spent together would go.

word count: 675

note: i struggled with present and future tense, but i still had so much fun writing this. this is probably my favorite out of all the txt things i've written.

⌕ › choi yeonjun

drive-in movie — cliché, but not cheesy; yeonjun looks for any excuse to put his arm around your shoulders and pull you in close. at one point, he starts teasing you about how shy you become when he flirts, and you defend yourself by throwing the snacks at him. only being shushed by the other couples gets you guys to calm down from your fit of giggles. he finds sitting in the back of his pickup truck, a blanket sprawled out with popcorn and m&ms sprinkled over the two of you syrupy-sweet. when yeonjun leans in to pluck the kernels from your hair, don't break eye contact. he wants to kiss you and you should let him; yeonjun's been waiting so long to take you out on a date.

⌕ › choi soobin

stargazing — minimalistic, but full of content; it's just the two of you sitting on the roof of soobin's house, gazing up at the stars. he tries his hardest to remember the names of all the constellations he spent days before memorizing. you're fascinated by his knowledge, and pretty soon you're pointing at every set of stars hoping to learn something new. when you ask about one particular constellation that he knows nothing about, soobin makes something up because impressing you is his top priority. the night is peaceful, filled with light laughs and growing concerns. when you're both done thinking out loud, though, tell him how you feel. he doubts himself a lot when it comes to you, and most certainly won't confess first.

⌕ › choi beomgyu

walk in the rain — questionable, but outstanding; beomgyu picks you up from your house and when you ask where you guys are going for the day, he tells you that you're already there. the both of you move through the thunderstorm under a shared umbrella. you two take turns holding it so that neither of you have to deal with tired arms. every time you hand back the umbrella, beomgyu takes your hand with his free one, and holds it in his pocket to help you get warm again. there's loud laughter when one of you slip or say something stupid. there's long conversations too, but never about the weather. when the rain gets too heavy to walk in, beomgyu leads you under a store's roof, seeking shelter. he kisses you fearlessly before yelling out into the thunder all the reasons why he likes you.

⌕ › kang taehyun

card games at the diner — ordinary, but memorable; it's an early evening at the back of a local diner. you and taehyun are overdressed from the top for a measly diner date, him in a button-down collared shirt and tie, and you in a long-sleeved shirt and sweater vest. you guys play i declare war and crazy eights. taehyun wins most of the rounds. you get so excited by your single victory that before you know it, you're sliding into the opposite side of the booth next to him. he blushes furiously when your knees bump together, and you start panicking because you just made taehyun nervous. when you're done playing, taehyun orders one caramel milkshake to share. he shows you some magic tricks, and the two of you take turns sipping, too scared to lean in at the same time.

⌕ › huening kai

aquarium — common, but wholesome; you know kai is in love with you when he takes you to the aquarium. it's swarming with the color blue, the color of peace, loyalty, and reliability —all of the things kai has to offer. it's also swarming with fish, and you two take turns making funny faces attempting to imitate the aquatic creatures. you guys' favorite part of the tour is the cephalopod exhibit, but the vampire squids freak you both out. kai really likes the umbrella octopuses, and tells you that they're cute like you. it's quiet after that minus the small talks, because what do you do when you're both shy, but ready to give each other everything? no worries, kai was brave enough to hold you hand for the rest of the day.

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kusagrasskusa · 3 years

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Yandere! Itachi X Reader Headcannons

The reader is precieved as a normal civilization rather than a ninja.

ALSO I learned how to do the "read more" thing on my phone and now I'm happy uvu- and to any friends that read this, I'm so sorry but I've never been so dedicated to a fandom in a long time lol. I might make a oneshot later for this, too, and I do, you should see a link under this paragraph somewhere.

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🖤 Itachi is a mature and collected person, so I'd think it'd be unlikely for him to just grow obsessed at once. Itachi would have to come across Y/N many times before releasing he's in love.

🖤 The way he'd meet Y/N would be when he'd be scouting an area for a particular enemy. He'd happen to come across her, who interacted with him a little but nothing interesting happened. Overtime, the two would see each other here and there, until eventually everyday.

🖤 When his enemy he was looking for had been eliminated, he said his goodbyes to Y/N before leaving. He expected to move on, but his mind would wonder back to her no matter how hard he tried.

🖤 Eventually, Itachi would see Y/N whenever he had free time. He'd make room in his day to spend hours together; they'd go out to eat, participate in festivals, talk, and more.

🖤 On Y/N's side, it didn't take long before she started to feel romantic interest. Afterall, Itachi was calm, collected, smart, strong, fun to be around, and seemed genuinely interested in her. She was definitely in love before he was.

🖤 Around the time Itachi would visit the Leaf Village to find Naruto, he strangely started to worry a lot about Y/N learning about who he was and fear him. He couldn't help but want to shield her from the truth, and if the people around them learned that the man Y/N was with was wanted, it would end bad for them.

🖤 Itachi was inevitably worrying a little too much about the possibility of her finding out. He went to see her and did his best to distract her from any gossip or drama whatsoever to ensure she'd never hear about the Akatsuki. His time spent with her increased from a few hours to half the day.

🖤 Itachi wouldn't ever want to kidnap or drag people into his life. He hates killing, he hates being "evil", he hates everything about his dark lifestyle. The decision to either abandon someone he began to care for or to take her away was a very hard one.

🖤 Itachi realized something in the process of thinking of a solution. He loved Y/N; he loved her to the point where the thought of her hating or fearing him scared him so badly. Even with Sasuke, the thought of him having him was terrifying but something he could live with.

🖤 It was releasing to learn about his own true feelings. He was desperately in love with Y/N, to the point where she was like air, or food, or water. Like in order to live, she had to be around.

🖤 As word spread about two strange people walking around Konoha and that Orochimaru took the last Uchiha, it was inevitable that Y/N would learn about the info. The next time she saw Itachi, she brought it up to him and expressed her discomfort in the fact that she could be among evil people.

🖤 He was scared. So scared that she would hate him for his lifestyle after finding out about who he really is. So that was it; his mind was made. He took Y/N away that night.

🖤 When word about the Akatsuki in Konoha, he received a lot more looks when he was in public than normal. He'd usually have a normal kimono on and have his hair in a different, though similar, style in order to appear normal. But he knew deep down in his heart that people are bound to start suspecting him of being an Akatsuki. And overhearing someone talk about an S class Uchiha member is what did it.

🖤 "You've been asking about where I live for a whole now. Would you like see my home?" Itachi asked. Y/N happily agreed to go, and sorta expected his home to be outside of her village. But the further she traveled, she grew a bit nervous and wanted to return home (as you would if you were led outside of your village into deep woods)

🖤 Itachi wasn't escorting Y/N alone. Of course, the Akatsuki is bound to learn about that girl Itachi insisted on bringing up in most of his little amounts of conversations. It was obvious he was obsessed with her, as much as he would try to hid it, but he just couldn't get her off his mind. So the night where he choose to bring her home, Kisame was watching the two frkm afar in case something happened.

🖤 Before that day, Itachi had mentioned that he wanted to protect Y/N. Over the three months Itachi spent with Y/N, he had plenty of time to talk about her enough to where the other members basically knew her.

🖤 Itachi actually got a few of the members (ex. Kisame, Deidara) were interested in Y/N as well. How could someone as "heartless" as Itachi Uchiha fall in love, and in such a dramatic way at that? They were sorta curious to see what was so special about her.

🖤 Anyway, you can imagine how Itachi convinced Y/N to go far enough into the woods to go to a small little cottage. Was it part of the Akatsuki hideout? No. Itachi would never trust the Akatsuki members with Y/N alone, and she needs her freedom to walk around a house.

🖤 The inside was sorta minimalistic, but not completely empty. To the far right was a kitchen was a small dining table with two chairs, and on the opposite side was two rooms. In one room was a single bed with a closet in it, and in the other room was a bathroom. Between the kitchen and two rooms was a small living room with a couch, coffee table, and more. There were bored games in a little dresser in the living room, along with a full bookshelf with books of all genres.

🖤 "Care for dinner?" Itachi had asked. He wanted to tell Y/N why she's there over a dinner he made and had prepared in advance. It turns out he was amazing at cooking.

🖤 It wasn't very easy, but Itachi managed to explain his feelings towards Y/N. Of course, Y/N happily excepted and was quick to hug and express her feelings towards him. He returned the hug and spoke about how he loved her very much, however he had so much more to say to her.

🖤 Justifyingly so, Y/N was frozen in shock when Itachi told his story. He killed everyone in his clan aside from his brother, the well-known Uchiha. How he fled his clan after committing the murders and joined an infamous group; The Akatsuki.

🖤 While displaying himself as calm, he was so overwhelmed and scared within his mind. He knew he'd have to tell her why she's staying at the house and why, from now one, she'll never leave. But he was smart enough to know she wouldn't simply except living here out of love. He would have to be a bit manipulative to keep Y/N.

🖤 Y/N was mortified and didn't notice the tears pouring out of her eyes. She fell desperately in love with a murderer. She felt so sick, so scared. She stood up, begging to go home so desperately, trembling over her own words. She was so scared for her life now, and what Itachi's intentions were. Truly, Itachi's heart broke at this.

🖤 "Y/N, darling," Itachi spoke, his words laced with love as she softly grabbed Y/N wrists and leaned close. "I had to take you away. I couldn't let them take you from me."

🖤 He was very delicate with Y/N as he calmed her down, as if she was glass. His heart ached at her pain, but he truly believed it was for the best. In a way it really was; people saw Y/N with the tall raven boy many times in public, and her parents and friends had met him too. Once they find out that boy is the Itachi, Y/N could be killed if they think she was aiding him.

🖤 Itachi did his best to show her around and make her feel comfortable. But no matter what he did, Y/N felt so broken, so empty, so confused. There's no way that sweet Itachi she loves is a killer. He has to be lying.

🖤 Over the course of a few days, Y/N learned to except the fact she's held at that small home. She tried to think on the good side; she could decorate it how she wants, has more freetime, can focus on her hobbies and learn to cook new things, and more! Even if she's never allowed to leave the house, Itachi let's her do basically anything around the home.

🖤 Y/N still loves him. As months go by of being alone for a few days without Itachi, some days with him for a little bit, and some full days with him, she still couldn't help but appreciate him just as much as before. No, she appreciates him more even. She just can't help but love him, and he loves her too.

🖤 Itachi felt much more relaxed around Y/N and tried to spend every second he could with her. He was so shameful of keeping her from her home, but it was for the best wasn't it?

🖤 Most of Itachi's emotions about keeping her was all because he lived her and never wanted to see her with anyone else. But he had always found an excuse as to why it's for the best that she's never with anyone else.

🖤 Kisame had met Y/N a few times. She was never comfortable with him however and was typically holding onto Itachi's sleeve, or leaning on him when he's around. However Kisame would be around when Itachi wasn't sometimes to keep watch.

🖤 As long as Itachi or Kisame was present, Y/N is allowed to go outside and visit close villages other than the one Y/N is from. She would be allowed to buy anything she wanted and could afford from these places, but she had to go home eventually.

🖤 At the end of the day, Y/N had quite a lot of freedom and eventually, she was happy. She was happy to be living with Itachi and was perfectly happy calling him her husband.

🖤 Itachi never wanted a marriage though. He was going blind and he planned to be murdered by his brother and he never dared to make her a young widow. When Izumi had died, he felt so distraught and he knew Y/N is bound to feel the same, but even worse if they got married.

🖤 When Itachi died, as said, Y/N was distraught. No, she was mortified. Absolutely mortified. Even if she was free, she had lost the last person she had a connection with. And she carried that sorrow to her grave.

#anime #reader insert #shounen #itachi #itachi uchiha #yandere itachi #yandere itachi x reader #itachi x you #itachi x y/n #itachi x reader #i love itachi

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tuzi0usagi0bunbon0bunny · 3 years

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Anthro Kaijus! Females!

Heres the anthro au i got!

i drew the girls first since im more good at drawing girls than guys---

Mothra

Mothra is the queen of the monsters in the original au , but in the anthro au , she and godzilla both own a succesful company , mothra helps godzilla runs his company , but ever since they had kids she now works at home and is a stay-at-home mom. She and godzilla own a two story house with the kids and also her now retired veteran brother battra who she takes care of , she cleans the house (sometimes baki goes to help her) , cook breakfast ,lunch and dinner, grab groceries and then work.

She’s a hard working mother who cares about the future of her and godzilla’s company and theyre children too

Baki (Bakunawa)

Baki is mothra’s adopted mother in the original au , but since i wanted them to be atleast the same age here�� i made her just a old friend of mothra who still keeps in contact with , Baki works as a baker in a bakery near mothra and godzilla’s company, due to that many of the worker end up going down to have a taste of her pastry , she works alone in her bakery at first but after so many people start to visit her , she ended up gaining some employees to help with customers.

Baki lives in a one floor house that was given to her by mothra , she lives there alone which she loves since its peace and quiet where she could finally work and think of new recipes for her to bake. Sometimes she’ll only get out of the house to visit mothra in her house , or accompany her in outings! Baki is a slient girl who support others and wants to pursue her love for baking !

Biollante

Biollante is the half sister of godzilla in my headcannon of the original au (same father , different mothers) , in this au she is still godzilla’s half sister, BIollante owns a garden shop where she sells and takes care of plants , she doesnt work on the garden shop alone thou she , barb and behemoth both work to sell the plants and take care of them , biollante loves her work since its her passion to take care of green and to also grow one! Biollante lives near her garden shop , she lives in a regular two story house with her girlfriend barb and behemoth , the house is mostly filled a plant themed house but has a bit of minimalistic side to it Biollante is positive woman who is sometimes dependant from other but can still take care of herself!

Barba (Barbmuto)

In this au , Barb is biollante gf the two previously were in a long distance relationship but barb ended up moving in with biollante and became good friends with behemoth , she helps biollante with her garden shop and works part time as a waiter for baki’s bakery , and in her off time she has a huge following in social media (lets say tiktok and instagram) where she dances to songs and blog her daily life Barba is a opportunisitc woman , who has confidence in herself but has abit of insecurities along with her accent

Scylla

Scylla in this au , works as a pediatrician , nurse and also does volunteer work for a shelter! , scylla works in a hospital owned by mr and ms manda and has been working for them ever since , as for her work in shelter , she helps take care of the pets and help kaiju pick which pets is good for them ( she helped kong adopt both hellhawk and doug)

Scylla lives in a apartment building where she has her own pets (pet crabs!) Scylla is a sweet kaiju who love kids and animals.

Ms Manda

Now you might be asking , does this manda also exist in my headcannon , yes she does actually two exist! one male and female! and both are a couple hence the ‘ ms ‘ i put , in this au ms manda is married to the other manda (mr manda) and they both own a hospital where they work , ms manda once as work as a pyschician there but ended up changing fields and now shes a therapist , She and her husband too live in a apartment , where they work on theyre bills and on theyre jobs , they’d often get breaks causing them to have a different sleeping schedule , but they still love each other regardless Ms manda is a helpful kaiju , she loves listening to people , she’s calm and observant , many kaijus are still confused on why she married an older and a complete opposite of herself.

Eve (Evelennia)

eve is of course the only daughter of godzilla and mothra! she’s the younger sister of rhagor and the twin sister of atlas! , in this au she is around 6 yrs old and is currently in kindergarden! she lives in her parents home she shares the room with her brothers and sleeps in a bunk bed with her twin brother , shes’s always the last to wake up and the last to get dress for school and the last to finish breakfast , lunch and dinner!eve is a sweet girl but has her father grumpiness and attitude but her mothers beauty , she looks up to her father the most and wished to be successful as he is.

well that is it ! i hope you like them!!

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bloodpacks-archive · 3 years

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HOMES OF THE RFA (+V AND SAERAN) HEADCANONS

alright we’ve got zen’s bachelor pad first - generally zen tends to be a pretty minimalist guy with his house. part of it is honestly because he couldn’t really afford to completely deck out his house for a while, and now he’s just grown used to the look of it so he really likes having spaces that are a little less cluttered. the one exception to this, unfortunately, is his kitchen. he doesn’t use his kitchen often, and as a result, he often forgets to do his dishes until the end of the week. monday? that shit is spotless. his kitchen is cleaner than anything has ever been and the dishes are neatly put away. do not even look at that kitchen on wednesday. it’s become a disaster zone and he’s embarrassed. but once the mc starts to come by more, i think he ends up cooking for himself a lot more because he starts to realize that he actually really enjoys it. he loves being healthy, and now that he has the motivation to cook for himself (and her, of course), he starts to realize how much he likes control over what he eats. so now his kitchen is a lot cleaner bc it just has to be.

two different places for yoosung !! - the one on the left is yoosung’s dorm :) it’s actually really cool in there. he spends a lot of time in that little room, so he decides to invest a little bit and make sure that he’s happy with the place he lives. he likes alternative lighting (mainly because it helps his eyes a bit when he’s playing lolol) but also because overhead lights can be a little harsh for him, especially after a long day of school. when the mc’s there, he always makes sure that the lights are just right. it’s very common for both of them to fall asleep while the LEDS are still on, a movie playing on the projector he bought a while back. when he moves out of college, though, his house is a bit of a different story. he still keeps some LEDS and neon signs in a little gamer/office space, and for the most part he’s actually pretty neat, but his house can definitely get messy. surprisingly enough, the mattress on the floor is not for him. in fact, it’s for zen. he comes over so often that yoosung ends up setting up a little mattress for him so that he can stay over whenever he has drinks with him. the mess honestly isn’t terrible though, and he and the mc are both good about making it an organized disaster.

jaehee’s cozy little apartment - rather than art posters, jaehee actually has a lot of framed broadway and other musical posters on her walls. she branches out a bit from zen’s musicals over time, and she actually really loves decorating her home with something that she loves so much. she likes her small apartment, and it means that she and the mc are never really that far away from each other. she places her hand on the mc’s back whenever she squeezes past her in the kitchen, and when they have their coffee in the morning she can lean over and grab her hand during conversation. she always has candles lit, and she prefers really earthy and woody scents. tobacco is a common scent, but as is sandalwood. even with the candles, their apartment constantly smells like fresh coffee beans and sourdough bread. it is a very rare day if there isn’t dough rising in the window somewhere, and even rarer if there isn’t a baked loaf hidden away in the kitchen.

two homes for jumin as well !! - the first picture is of his penthouse when the mc moves in with him. she adds little throw pillows, some rugs, and some plants to his stupid penthouse and makes it feel much more like a home. he gets rid of that stupid circular bed the second he realizes that she feels a little cramped in it and upgrades to a beautiful king sized mattress. there’s about a million and one windows, and that’s actually something he really loves about the penthouse. so it’s really no surprise when he and the mc move a bit out of the city and they keep the big windows and the big open spaces, but make it feel like something that’s meant to be lived in. jumin discovers his love of wood and tall bookshelves with a mix of occult novels and old classics, and the mc convinces him to add a little more color into his interior. their new house has a big garden out back so he can still visit the roses (though they aren’t the same ones from his old rooftop garden, but he’d argue that he planted them with her, so they’re so much better). they built the house themselves so it’s perfect for them, and elizabeth the third has her own little space for playing.

hmmmm. saeyoung choi’s new home <3 - saeyoung eventually leaves the bunker. it’s a hard move, and it’s definitely not one he takes lightly (he’s used to moving, but not away from a place with so many good memories). but, he builds this new home from the ground up with the mc. he makes the plans and hires architects to help him, and he starts to fall in love with this new home even while it’s still a blueprint. he never gives up his complicated security system (the arabic dictionary really starts to feel heavy sometimes), but he does start to realize how much he loves windows. he still ends up getting them reinforced, but he loves the natural light and he actually really likes being able to see outside so easily. it’s a stupid thing, but sometimes the mc will catch him sitting on their couch and just looking out at the secluded little forest they ended up moving to, and he seems really happy. similar to yoosung, saeyoung cannot stand overhead lighting. at first, his solution was to just have no lighting at all, but one day he came into his office and there were these little lamps everywhere and they actually made his office feel a lot less daunting. ever since then, he’s started using lamps more often than the lights installed into his ceiling. he also says they help to reduce any sensory issues he might have from the light, which also means a lot less headaches for him. he starts to really love thunderstorms while he lives there, and so he and the mc always curl up whenever it starts to rain and they sit on the couch, watching as lightning cracks across the sky and counting the seconds until the thunder together. whenever it rains, saeyoung knows he can take a break from everything for a while.

jihyun kim’s beautiful little apartment - his apartment is tiny except for his studio. similarly to jaehee, he likes the small spaces because one, he loves how cozy is feels, but two, because it means he can reach out to his mc a lot more often. his studio, however, is the biggest and brightest space imaginable. all of his apartment is big on natural light, but he loves having a huge window in his studio because it means he’s able to see actual life even when he’s wrapped up in his work. it’s also big enough that the mc can sit in and watch him work without ever feeling like she’s in the way, which he absolutely loves. it’s really common for her to be sitting on one of his extra stools, flipping through some of the drawing drafts he’s made with delicate fingers. he’ll turn then, half-dried paint on his fingertips and go to kiss her. she’ll laugh when she feels the coolness of the wet paint on her cheek, and he’ll feel terrible about it, but there’s not many worries that can be had when you’re standing in the shine of the afternoon sun, surrounded by art that you’re proud of and standing in front of the girl who brought you back to artistry. as far as the rest of his apartment goes, jihyun is very particular about color. he likes things to look nice and he appreciates things to be very calming in nature. the green kitchen is perfect for him because of this, and everything is always spotless. the only part of his home that’s ever a mess is his studio, but he knows where everything is.

and lastly we have saeran’s little getaway :) - of course, saeran stays close to saeyoung. they both end up moving to a really nice, secluded area where they feel safe. even after the issue with their father has been resolved, both of them feel safer if they’re away from the public. this actually ends up being great for saeran though, because it means that he has access to so many plants. so many. he can walk though his pretty summer garden outside to get to his greenhouse, and he loves being able to tend to all of the flowers there. it really is something that’s calming for him. plus, whenever he walks outside he can see saeyoung’s house and he can be reminded that he’s only a few steps away, so he’d make the trip often even without the flowers. his house is pretty small, but he can’t imagine wanting anything too big. it always smells really fresh in his house, like clean linens and citrus, but not the artificial kind. he just always has oranges somewhere in his house so fresh citrus is always there in the kitchen. he and the mc enjoy a really quiet life together in their house, and it’s honestly at this point that he feels the happiest. he likes being able to wake up in the morning and sit at their kitchen island together, a homemade breakfast in front of them and her head leaning on his shoulder.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #mysme hcs #zen mm #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #jihyun kim #v mystic messenger #saeran choi

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