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ackermanbloodline · 9 months

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The Most Unusual Day - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Summary: Levi brings your daughter to base for the day.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Author's Note: This is an AU where Levi has a daughter during the events of season one. I wanted to post some feel-good fluffy content of our man since I feel like all I've posted so far is pretty smutty. Enjoy!

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“Come onnnn, Dad,” your 10-year-old daughter pleaded in a whiny tone to her father. “I wanna see where you work.”

You were cuddled up with a book on the sofa and although you were trying hard to pay attention to it, you couldn’t help but observe Levi’s reaction to her begging. Your eyes peered up beyond the top of the pages.

“Kuchel, I’ve told you time and time again it isn’t safe for you there.”

“Pleaseee? Pretty pretty pleeeeeease?”

Levi called your name with annoyance, “Can you please back me up here?”

You set the book down on your lap and took off your glasses.

“I think it’s time for you to put your title to the ultimate test,” you cocked your eyebrow. “I have no doubt in my mind that she’ll be safe with you. And you don’t have to take her for the whole day, honey. Maybe just a few hours.”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. That’s until Kuchel reached up and grabbed his arm, making him look down at him.

“One day, I want to join the Survey Corps and be strong, just like you. Please, Dad?”

Levi and you both gave each other a worrying look. She had never said anything like that before and had absolutely no idea what lurked beyond those walls. The terror that follows. Levi seemed to take her words with a grain of salt when he dropped to balance on the balls of his feet and pushed her hair back lovingly. The sight made your heart swell.

“Alright, you can come with me tomorrow. But only for a few hours.”

* * *

Kuchel walked beside Levi as they made their way down the hall and to his office. She had been asking question after question since the moment the two stepped onto base. She was asking about the training the recruits had to go through, how many of them pass per class, and how base operations work, to name just a few. He had been getting rather tired of answering them but he also had a goal of making this a special day for the two of them.

“Where is everybody?”

“They’re out on a special mission with the other captains and commanders.”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“Because I’m showing you around.”

“Will they be back later on?”

“Some of them.”

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“Missions usually take a pretty big toll on our soldiers. A good chunk of them always perish in battle.”

Kuchel became quiet for a moment and looked down at the ground as her feet carried her forward. The silence didn’t last long, though.

“Is your boss nice?”

“Commander Erwin gets under my skin sometimes but, yes, the man is usually pleasant to work with.”

The questions kept coming as Levi dug into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys on a ring. He plugged the key into the hole and flicked his wrist to the right, causing the large wooden door to open quietly. He motioned her to go ahead of him and she did. He eyed up the hallway before closing and locking the door. Even though he loved his daughter dearly, he couldn’t wait for this day to be over. This was beyond stressful for him.

Kuchel gasped and gaped at the appearance of his office. Her face was alight with curiosity and wonder. The sun shone in brilliantly from the windows and warmed her silhouette, endowing her with an angelic and innocent aura. She ran over to his desk and sat in his chair and nearly fell over as she did so. The curve of his lips moved upward.

“This is my office, which I am rarely in during the day.”

She swiveled back and forth, “So this is where you stay when you don’t come home?”

“Yes.”

“Cool... Where are you when you’re not here?”

“I’m in meetings or conducting missions with my squad.”

“I would love to have an office like this when I grow up,” she said as she grabbed a pen and started toying with it. Luckily she had had a bath that morning, so she was clean as a whistle from head to toe. “Can I draw something?”

“Sure.”

Levi strolled over to his desk and swiftly pulled out a drawer and fetched a few pieces of paper for her. He handed them to her and she thanked him before getting started. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead and she looked up at him with a crooked smile. She reminds him so much of you.

He informed her that he was going to go get some tea and some water. He locked the door behind him and made his way to the kitchen, noticing how eerily quiet and tranquil everything was. It was bizarre to him. He was so used to constant chaos that stillness actually made him uneasy since that’s when disaster usually strikes.

He returned to his office a few minutes later and there she was at his desk, biting on her tongue in an attempt to concentrate on the very important work she was doing. He quietly set down her glass of water next to her and proceeded to tidy his office since it was long overdue for a cleaning. Even though he wasn’t on a mission with his squad, it wasn’t any reason to slack off.

He retrieved the cleaning supplies for the background and proceeded to get to work. Before he brought the bandana up to his face, he opened up a few windows to allow for proper ventilation. The fresh summer breeze wafted through and aired out the office. He was wiping down mirrors and windows, dusting bookshelves, sweeping, and mopping, amongst other duties. He frequently looked over to the desk to make sure Kuchel was still doing okay. This was therapeutic for Levi. His title was almost always so uncertain and messy; this was the one of the very few things in his life that he had control over.

As the day progressed, Levi eventually was able to clean the entirety of his quarters and Kuchel had moved on to reading some of the books he had that sat on his shelf behind his desk. As suspected, she asked questions, like why he owned those books and how long he had them. Many of them dealt with the history of humanity and how present day life came to be. These books in particular were littered with underlines, bookmarks, margin notes.

But not all of them were historical, some of them were fiction. Levi kept these books more hidden towards the bottom of the bookshelf. Not only were they fiction, but they were romance, something that he refused to disclose to even his wife. Levi had a bleeding heart.

Kuchel sat on Levi’s lap as he read some of them to her, his voice echoing in her eardrums soothingly. He held her close and these sort of moments reminded him of when she was just a baby. He always read to her each day. After about three or four chapters, he noticed that his daughter had fallen asleep in his arms after a few soft snores. He chuckled quietly and closed the book and set it down on the desk in front of them. Kuchel usually didn’t take naps but he could only assume that she was wiped out from her inquisitive nature.

Carefully, Levi swooped her up and set her gently down on the couch and covered her with a blanket. He pushed a piece of hair back behind her ear and leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Sleep well, princess.”

* * *

Levi looked over some of her drawings. They were impressive for someone of her age. He sifted through them and eventually came across one that struck him like lightning: Kuchel and Levi standing side by side with Scout uniforms on with the title, “Me and Dad as captains.” His eyebrows pulled together as he studied it for a few minutes. He then looked over at her, peacefully sleeping on the couch. Was she really serious about joining the Survey Corps? For her sake, he really hoped she wasn’t. He shook his head and put the scribble in a drawer of his desk.

Kuchel ended up sleeping for a few hours. During that time, Levi worked by doing some paperwork he had been meaning to start. She slowly stirred awake, throwing the blanket off her body and swinging her legs over to stand up. She reached up towards the sky to stretch out her muscles and joints and rubbed her eyes and yawned. She noticed that the sun was just starting to set, the sky darkening in an ombre effect with warm colors.

She looked around the room and couldn’t find Levi immediately in sight.

“Dad?”

No answer.

She wandered into the bathroom and his bedroom. Still nothing. She hesitantly made her way towards the office doors, slowly opening a crack and taking a peek through it. There was commotion. Freshly showered soldiers were making their way down the hall and disappearing. The smell of fresh food lingered in the air, which made her stomach growl with appetite.

She slipped out and started making her way towards the smell, following her nose like a trained dog. It led her to the mess hall and found groups of soldiers sitting down at tables who were conversing amongst each other as they ate. A constant murmur of jumbled voices filled the air like white noise.

“Hey,” Kuchel heard a high voice call behind her. She turned around and saw a young woman with warm eyes and auburn hair tied up into a ponytail looking down at her with a smile. “What’s a kid like you doing here?”

“I’m really hungry. May I get something to eat?”

“Of course you can. Come on, I’ll take you.”

As Kuchel followed the woman up to the serving area, she introduced herself.

“My name’s Sasha. What’s yours?”

“Kuchel.”

“Kuchel… that’s a pretty name. It’s certainly nice to meet you. Do you mind if I ask you where you came from?”

“Well…” Kuchel debated for a moment. Should she disclose that she is Levi’s daughter? Will she be treated differently? Honesty is always the best policy, that’s what her mother always told her. “My dad is Captain Levi and I don’t know where he went.”

Sasha’s face nearly went white.

“O-oh! Why don’t we get you something to eat and we can take you to his office? I’m sure he isn’t far.”

“Dad isn’t there, that’s where I just was.”

“I see. Well, don’t worry! You can sit with me and my friends until he comes around. How does that sound?”

“That sounds good.”

Sasha helped Kuchel get some food, some bread and some soup, and placed a soft hand on the back of her skull as they navigated through the busy hall. She couldn’t articulate why, but Kuchel felt safe with Sasha. Like she was some sort of guardian angel.

Kuchel sits down at the table with a bunch of strangers. Although she should be scared about talking to strangers, she wasn’t. In fact, she was invigorated with their presence. She learned their names and tried her best to remember which was who: Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Armin, Connie. Even though Sasha doesn’t tell everybody that she’s the captain’s daughter, they still accept and welcome Kuchel all the same. Hell, they even try to watch their language around her.

A half hour went by and Kuchel was laughing and joking with the entire crew. Sasha even gave Kuchel a noogie once. She talked about her desire of becoming a scout and Eren, of course, encouraged her to join them and help them wipe out the titans. Everyone else was more quiet. Nonetheless, she was more adamant on her dream than ever after today.

A familiar voice bellows from behind Kuchel, “So, this is where you’ve run off to.”

Kuchel froze in her tracks and slowly turned around to face her father.

“Hey, Dad.”

“I thought I told you earlier today to not run off on me. You completely disobeyed my orders.”

“I was hungry and Sasha helped me,” Kuchel explained with a shaky voice and Sasha immediately cowered down as everyone else stayed quiet. They began putting two and two together. “These people have been nice to me. I couldn’t find you in your office.”

Levi shook his head, knowing that out of all the people that Kuchel could’ve ended up having dinner with, these ones were by far the best.

“Come on, it’s late. We should go home.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No, Kuchel, you’re not.”

She got up out of her seat and stood next to Levi, looking at the group.

“Thank you all for watching over my daughter. I hope she was on her best behavior.”

“She was,” Sasha peeped up. “And I think she’s going to make a great soldier someday.”

Levi glared at Sasha with anger but she turned around before she could witness it. Kuchel nearly cried with those words. Levi and Kuchel exit the mess hall without another word, drawing many stares towards their direction as they do so.

* * *

The journey home is also quiet. Although Levi insisted that he isn’t mad, Kuchel felt like he was. As such, she doesn’t dare to open her mouth.

Once they were home, you welcomed them both with open arms and kisses. Your daughter was strangely quiet, though. It was unlike her. You asked if she was okay and she responded with a quiet yes and went up to her room.

“What happened?”

Levi goes to the whiskey stand and pours himself a drink, filling the crystal glass of a dark liquid only about a quarter full.

“She’s serious about joining the Survey Corps,” he explained and took a drink. “She drew me a picture today of it. Not only that, but she ended up with Eren’s group in the mess hall. Those brats, planting fictitious ideas and false pretenses in our child’s brain…”

By the end of his sentence, he was speaking more to himself than to you.

“Wait, she got away from you? Levi, how’d that happen?”

“Commander Erwin had pulled me into his office for an urgent meeting and it took longer than I anticipated. She was sleeping on the couch when I left her.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away from the conversation before heading up to Kuchel’s room. Levi called for you but you ignored him. You knocked on the door three times and a tiny voice spoke out from the other side of the door.

“Name and business.”

She really is like her father. You fought back a laugh.

“It’s mom. I want to talk to you. Can I please come in?”

“Yes.”

You opened the door and found a large lump curled up in bed underneath her covers. You walked towards it and sat down on the edge of her bed, reaching a hand out and rub soothing circles around her back.

“Did you have fun today?”

“Mom, I think today was the funnest day I’ve had in my entire life.”

“I wanna hear all about it. Come on, come out from under there.”

Kuchel did what she was told and her hair was in a disarray from the staticiness when she came out. A light laugh escaped your mouth when you tried to tame it with your hands. You two talked for about an hour about her day and as the conversation progressed, a deep part of you became more and more concerned for her future and what it held.

She said excitedly, “Even Sasha said I would be a good soldier!”

“I know you would make an excellent soldier too, my love. But being a scout comes with more risk than not. Those people risk their lives every day to keep us safe. And oftentimes, they die. I want you to understand that.”

“I do.”

“As much as this scares the living daylights out of me and your dad, if this is something you really want to do, then I will support you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You’re brave, just like your father. He is always the one charging into situations with a passion, strategy, and a level head. It’s part of the reason why I love him. I chose the safer path, I decided to be a reporter. That’s how we met many years ago.”

“Huh.”

“I don’t want you making a decision right now about your future when you’re so young. You have a few years yet before you’re able to start training. You have some time to think about it and what it has in store for you. But it’s getting late and you need to get some sleep. You have school tomorrow.”

“Awww, okay.”

You stood up and tucked Kuchel into bed, flicking off the lamp beside her bed and kissing her goodnight. You left the door open a crack and walked into the bedroom to find Levi hunched over the bed with his head in his hands in the moonlight. You called out his name and placed a hand on his back which caused him to up at you.

You saw something you never have seen in your relationship: Levi was crying.

You immediately sat down next to him, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want this for her,” his voice was low but it still cracked. “If I had known what I know now when I joined the Scouts, I would’ve run in the opposite direction.”

“I understand, honey, but this is what she wants. You can’t stop her from pursuing her dream. She’s too much like you.”

He jerked away from you in disgust, “Do you want our daughter to die?”

“Of course I don’t! This scares the shit out of me too. Who knows, maybe she will change her mind in a few years. But until then, I think we should support her.”

“Tch.”

“I’m not saying we should only support this dream of hers, but show her other professions also. She could be a merchant, a teacher, a reporter… There are so many options. She is 10, Levi. She hasn’t experienced practically anything yet. When I was her age, I wanted to be a florist. But here I am.”

Levi’s spine straightened out and you wiped a tear away from his cheek. He leaned into your touch. You had gotten through to him.

“The next day we can, I’m going to take her to work with me. I mean, that would only be fair, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on,” you planted a kiss on his cheek. “This isn’t the end of the world. We have time to figure this out.”

Levi didn’t say anything, but rather took you in his arms and held you tight. He didn’t need to say anything at all, his warm gesture saying everything that he couldn’t find the words for. He pulled away and stood up and looked down at you.

“I’m going in to kiss her goodnight.”

“Good. She’s waiting for you.”

Levi’s hand extended and placed itself on your jaw and caressed it lovingly. He bends down and pressed his lips on yours briefly before he exited the room.

Although he showed it in strange ways, you couldn’t picture Levi as a better dad.

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the-empress-7 · 10 months

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https://twitter.com/love_wales5/status/1681790158981541888?s=61&t=BoCfEDTnWWFanvwKiYhzmA

So the tweet is a thread from someone who did a tour in London and her tour guide was a former RPO. His name was Dave and he was a RPO for 10 years, eventually became the head of royal security. The last 4 years of his service, he worked with Charles and Camilla, and he spent many summers in Balmoral with The Queen.

Her thread:

Dave used to escort William to bars and nightclubs. He also used to take Will and Kate into town for coffee when they were visiting Balmoral.

Dave was with William the night before his wedding when he did the walkabout. (He's in some of the pictures.) Also the night before William's walkabout, Harry was yelling out of the window at Clarence House yelling at the RPOs and police officers.

After the Cambridge wedding, Will and Kate gave pieces of their wedding cake to staff. Dave still has his slice of cake and it's still very fragrant.

Will and Kate were happy to let the staff, including Dave, hold George when he was a baby. George used to blow kisses at Dave when they saw each other.

Will and Kate took George on walks around Balmoral and dip him in the puddles when it was raining.

There is no aircon in Buckingham so the windows are kept open and everyone could hear the guards walking around on the gravel outside. Philip did not like this and would yell out the window at the guards to stop them walking on gravel.

Philip did not like the big guns the armed police have at the royal residences as he felt they weren't British and those kinds of guns are prohibited in the UK. The guards would turn to hide their guns from Philip when he arrived/passed by.

Dave would let The Queen drive between residences.

On private travel, the royals only take two cars; one for the royal and the other for their staff. This was to allow them be more normal and do regular things, such as Will and Kate on the school run.

Beatrice and Eugenie once invited Dave on a jog, and then invited him to tea after when he was conducting security tests. They were watching television, which ended up being a livestream of The Queen meeting The Pope and it was a surreal moment for Dave.

Dave was on the police detail for Sophie during her engagement to Edward.

Dave believes Harry is easily misguided and manipulated, to the point where Harry would do whatever you told him. Dave says Harry is a nice guy and very British, and it's very sad to see the changes in him.

Dave used to escort Harry to the bars and nightclubs as well and he was a typical 20something.

Dave knows people who worked at the palace when Meghan was around. Meghan is/was described as "difficult to work with."

The tourists "asked Dave about car chases. My exact words were 'was there actually paparazzi car chases as Harry continually describes?' Dave replied 'of course not. Like the NY car chase they were just inching forward."

RPOs follow the royal's lead in dress. Their main job is to fit in, not stick out, so they dress how the royal dresses.

RPOs only protect the BRF physically and not mentally.

Harry always wants protection and is usually denied.

Dave has been to the Ghilles Ball many times and has danced with The Queen twice. Anyone who dances with The Queen had to receive training/dance lessons first.

Philip didn't really have a filter and would often say outdated/un-PC things.

The Queen gave her staff handwritten notes and fruitcake from Fortnum & Mason for Christmas every year. Dave still has all of his notes and all of the fruitcake tins.

Do you know what's sweeter than Dave's stories? You taking time and making the extra effort to send this. Thank you 💙

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Black Cat Au part 5

1. The cats usually go out of thier way to avoid Batman. At first they were afraid of him getting thier hands on thier DNA and finding out they weren't fully human, but then they just kept doing it because they knew it bothered him for some reason.

That and he hated seeing the marks and gouges left behind from thier claws after they run up the buildings with them and they didn't want him to lecture them again.

2. The bats need a distraction so Kitty runs over to some street performers/musicians and ask them for thier help. He sings the punk version of Everytime We Touch with a hint of his ghost powers. It works like a charm and a crowd quickly gathers around.

Kitty leaves thousands of dollars worth of jewels in each performers instrument case and walks away casually as thier eyes bug out.

3. In my original imaginings of Black Cat (and how I still view him) Dannys outfit is a copy of Catwomans jumpsuit/ bodysuit with a spare smaller whip wrapped around his waist and acting as a tail, hence the name Black Cat. Alley tried her best but sadly she couldn't get him to wear the open chest version of the bodysuit. (Which i cannot find a reference picture of for the life of me)

"Theres no way I could pull that off."

"Bro, everyone would be able to pull that off" ;)

Cue kitty's red faced sputtering and Catwoman mentioning she wanted grandkittens and Danny firing back with "Deal with the kids you have now!"

In this household we gang up on Black Cat.

4. Robin had just chased a criminal into an abandoned apartment building and took them down. As he was about to finish securing the thug with rope he spotted something glowey and purple out of the corner of his eye. He notified Oracle through the coms and went to investigate only to find a...door? It was completely identical to all the doors around it aside from its color and glowyness. Upon opening it however he came face to face with the Ghost Zone. The bats explored it for a bit before they returned home. The next day the door was normal and no longer lead to a swirly green goo dimension.

5. Danny seemed really worried/distressed when Damian told the purple door story to him at the flower shop and he had a hunch that he knew more than he was saying. But mostly he was feeling protective. What was making his flowerboy so scared and how quickly can he chop it into tiny pieces?

6. Black Cat has a weird reaction to Blood Blossoms and Batman takes note. He discretely starts testing Kitty for other weaknesses to supernatural wards. All others come back negative. Batman eventually chalks it up to an allergy and moves on.

7. Danny eventually tells Damian about Phantom after they land in a time sensitive situation they can't get out of without the use of his powers. He of course swears him to secrecy.

8. Batman accuses Black Cat to be a League assassin sent to infiltrate the batfam and gain thier trust. Kitty was genuinely surprised about assassins being a thing around here. The batfam apologized for Batmans conspiracy theories and Kitty shrugged it off, saying its not the first time he'd been accused of being something he's not and he doubts it'll be the last.

9. If Kitty gets kidnapped after he and Robin start dating he'll start singing the chorus of My Boyfriend's Back to taunt the villian right before Robin appears to beat the stuffing out of them. Bonus if its Skulker and after Kitty reveals Phantom to him, so Damian already knows everything and has tools Kitty made to fight supernatural beings with.

Skulker learns to fear Robin that day.

10. The cats decided they didn't like the pictures on thier wanted posters so they broke into the police commissioners office and personally handed him pictures they took of themselves doing the nya cat pose.

Gordon just puffed on his pipe as the teens jumped out a window to escape, "Kids these days..."

I told myself I wasn't doing more Black Cat stuff but then people made fan art so here I am with more.

#black cat au #prompts #fanfiction prompts #plot bunny #dp x dc #damian x danny #damian wayne x danny fenton #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #damian wayne #batfam

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bunnyboowrites · 3 months

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𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮

This is gonna either be a 2 or 3 parts. There will eventually be smut but for now it is just establishing the basics here. I will try to get the second part done by tomorrow night, thank you for reading!!!

Warnings: None Roronoa Zoro x Black!femreader

Part Two

Muffled voices were followed by a blurred picture, like she had just woken up. She could see the outline of 10 blurry figures standing above her. She could hear a bright, cheerful laugh cut through. “Look what I caught, guys!” the figure exclaimed. They seemed to be wearing something on their heads. A grunt was heard before a gruff voice cut in, “She could be a bounty hunter; this is dumb. Tie her up now." "Wow, you have zero manners. You meathead, get her into the examination room; she needs a doctor,” a feminine voice cut through. As a pair of arms hoisted her body in the air, she felt her eyes closing. The voices are fading away.

When she woke up again, there was a green-haired man in the corner of the room facing the cot she was on. His eyes were closed, and she just assumed he was sleeping. As she tried to sit up. “Chopper said you need to rest, and he left me in charge, so stay where you are,” he said in a cold and uninterested tone. She slowly laid back down, and she could finally feel her body aching from her accident. “Where am I?” she asked, a quiet, scared whisper, like he would hurt her just for speaking. “You're on a pirate ship, Straw hat Pirates,” he muttered. He watched for a reaction, and when he got nothing in return, he kept going. “Our captain is the one who saw you drifting on some piece of broken wood, Monkey D. Luffy.” He sighed and sat up, crossing his arms. “I'm-” “You’re R-”

Jerked awake, the girl sat up in her bed and sighed. Another day locked away in this tower. Her father decided that a world filled with pirates was too unsafe for her and sent her away after a notorious pirate killed her mother. The only thing that kept her sane were the small chats she could have with the guards when they brought her food. They would tell her stories and bring her gifts, but never once did her father visit her; he only sent short letters saying that it wasn't safe and she couldn't come out yet. She pulled the lavish blankets off of herself, walking over to all of her toys. She had gotten used to the quiet, and even though she could speak with the guards, she preferred her own company. There was a knock at the door; her food was being delivered. Jacob said, “Princess Y/N, your father has a surprise today.” He sat down on a tray with a box and her food. She gave an annoyed look. “He couldn't come today either?” Jacob just gave an apologetic shrug and closed the door.

Grabbing the box, she opened it, and there sat a strange-looking fruit. She just rolled her eyes. She had enough food already. The best surprise he could give her was setting her free from this prison. She picked it up and bit into it. Her taste buds had never tasted anything so unpleasant, but she kept eating, as if she were being compelled to keep going until it was all gone. She shivered in disgust and washed it down with the juice they brought for her.

She would come to find out that the strange fruit was a devil fruit; it let her make alternate realities where she had friends, where she could touch the dirt, and where she never knew of this stuffy tower. She could move objects and create illusions. She tested it on her least favorite guard, Edward; he was a weird man. She had been training her powers to distract them long enough to make her escape tonight. She couldn't stay here anymore. She was 21, and she hasn't met anyone else since she was 6. The plan was going smoothly: pretend to be asleep after dinner, leave Jacob a note, and create some illusion to keep them busy while she slipped out the window. They would think that pirates were attacking, and she would quietly scale down the side and find the little boat they used to make it to the mainland.

She said a quick prayer while tugging on the rope before she leaned out of the window. She began her scale down the wall. The sound of muffled yelling and one-sided fighting filled her ears. She finally made it to the ground, and she laughed triumphantly. She made her way to the shore, spotting the dingy and pushing off. She could see the guards running down to the beach, assuming her hold on them had let up; she could see Jacob yelling and pleading for her to come back. She yelled, “I'm sorry, Jacob; I can't spend my entire life in that room.” She felt tears burn her eyes. “Thank you for being the only one to care about me; I'm just sorry it had to end this way.”

She grabbed a paddle and got to work, rowing farther out; she couldn't let her head start to go to waste. After a while, she couldn't see the tiny island of her kingdom anymore, and she sighed. Now she could finally breathe. She sighed and pulled out a map; her best bet was skipping the next island and going straight to the one after, just in case they decided to follow. So she set the course to the second island and sat under the little shelter that the dingy provided. Soon after, she could see the sun rising and, in the distance, another ship. She ignored it, though; there were plenty of people on the sea, and she wasn't looking for any more trouble. She reached for her water, taking a sip.

She heard a boom before her ship rocked with the disrupted waves. She stood up to see the ship had gotten closer—a pirate ship—just her luck. A second cannon ball flew through the air. She caught it with her powers, and then there was a third and a fourth. She couldn't keep her attention on the cannons, though, because the fifth one made contact. Her ship was sinking; splintered pieces were floating around her as she tried to hold on; her strength was being sapped from her.

She didn't know how long she had been drifting; suddenly, a hand grabbed her by the arm and she was being pulled onto a ship. The grass was a surprise, and she felt a sudden feeling of deja vu. The figures from her dream were clearer now; a straw hat was the closest to her face, laughing about his catch. Confused and scared, she passed out again. Now she was facing the green-haired man. “I'm-” “Your Roronoa Zoro,” she muttered. “My father talked about you in his letters, how you were doing good by killing pirates.” She smiled. “Imagine his rage when he found out you're a pirate yourself,” he scoffed and got up out of his chair. A reindeer walked into the room with food and water, and he looked happy that she was awake.

“Thank you, Zoro; I think I’ve got it from here.” She looked curiously at the little guy as he introduced himself. “I'm Chopper, and I'm a doctor. You had some minor bruising, but it was mostly just dehydration, so have this and take these." He dropped two pills into her hands. “And then the best course of action is resting.” She grabbed the cup and swallowed the medicine.

“The girls are letting you stay in their room for the time being, so I'll take you there, and you just sleep for the rest of the day.” Chopper led her to the girl's quarters and tucked her in before promptly leaving her to think about how different her life was already. It was her first time sleeping in a bed that wasn't the one they kept in the tower. Even though the cot they rolled out for her was not the same giant plush mattress, it felt good to have a different experience, and she fell asleep smiling, knowing that there would be so many more to come.

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nymria · 1 year

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XP PEN REVIEW

I’ve been testing out the Artist 10 2nd Gen tablet sent to me by XP-PEN!

Note, I have previously only used screenless tablets so that will be my point of comparison. I’ll mainly just share my thoughts, likes, dislikes, aspects that stuck out to me.

What I liked

Tablet set-up is pretty simple. Just plug it in, download+install the latest driver(for Artist 10 2nd Gen) on the XP-Pen website, then turn on the tablet. (btw I use Windows, not sure what the experience is like for mac users)

Clear resolution

I liked how smooth and natural it felt to draw with the pen. There wasn’t any point where I felt that it lagged (while in display mode)

The shortcut keys and especially the artist glove (prevents your skin rubbing against the screen)

Customizable screen settings: I liked being able to watch a video full screen on my laptop while drawing on the tablet. And it was easy to set up! Usually with my screenless tablet I just squeeze the browser and sai into one screen.

Warning: Take care of any unsaved canvases before starting driver installation.

When downloading the driver you will see an .exe file to install. When you click that file and give permission to make changes, it automatically closes any graphics program you have open. After that, a window appears with a warning that reminds you to close them, even though it already closed the programs for you. I found this strange since other softwares that give this type of warning always let me pause to close the programs myself. Luckily sai 2 has a recovery function!

Pen Tablet/Display Mode

The tablet also comes with a “pen tablet” mode that turns off the display and lets you use it like a screenless tablet. I think it works okay, however, something that bugged me is occasionally the cursor would lag before registering that I was moving the pen.

(Note: if you previously used smaller screenless tablets(like me), this mode may feel jarring to use at first due to the different dimensions.)

Size & Portability

It’s among the smaller options for a display tablet, but part of that is for portability. Normally you need to plug an HDMI and USB adapter into your computer to use this tablet, but you can also connect it to a smartphone and take it anywhere. However, I cannot judge that feature as it requires a USB-C cable sold separately.

Regardless, I appreciate how easy it is to hold and handle, it reminds me of doodling in a notebook. It’s also a bit more convenient for me since it doesn’t take up too much space on my (very crowded) desk.

If you’re a beginner or a screenless tablet user looking to get a display tablet:

This does not come with a stand. I would suggest getting one for convenience and to help maintain proper posture while drawing and prevent back and neck issues. With a display tablet, there’s a tendency to hunch over while drawing.

The actual screen you draw on is approximately 9 x 5 inches. This can make make drawing feel cramped. (While it is a bigger drawing space than my Intuos draw, I had grown accustomed to staring at a larger computer screen while drawing.) Eventually the space felt less restrictive as I got used to drawing on it

The parallax (distance between pen nib and cursor) is very minimal, but it becomes more noticeable with the small screen size if you’re trying to sketch out a full image or body without zooming in

Overall thoughts

Pretty good. I had fun drawing on this. I’d recommend it as a simple, portable, and affordable option for a display tablet (right now it’s on sale until 02-20-23)

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mylight-png · 6 months

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Lamination sheets or thick strips of clear artist tape can be taped over posters to protect them from spray paint, markers, water damage, ect. It renders them wash-clean. However it does not fully protect against fire or sharp objects or acid.

If you coat the back of a poster with a few layers of glue or tape before you tape it up, it can make it harder to tear. Tape is better, especially if you double-layer it with the tape going in different directions. Or just use strips of duct-tape.

Likewise, layering grip tape and duct-tape and cross-pathing them can make posters extremely difficult to peel off a wall. Take it from someone who was convinced she'd want that poster of Jacob Black on her bedroom wall forever. It took me two hours to get off. More than enough time to call the police.

The best kinds of tape to purchase are industrial tapes. These tapes will usually have things like airtight, sealant, airguard, closure, repair, ect in their name. They are designed not to tear, weaken, ect.

Anti-attack dye spray, a legal alternative to pepper spray and mace, can be used on any people tearing down posters who also act threateningly towards you if you are in their vicinity. It can be sprayed on faces, hands, or any bare skin and it will stain them for up to 10 days. The color RED has been suggested as the main identifier for people who are vandalising posters. Please note, you can ONLY use this in defence. E.g; if they act aggressively, approach you, ect.

This one is a little odd, but poop barriers (or fake poop made using mud) are a tested, proven deterrent. If the posters are on a wall or a pole, coating the floor in front of it in fecal matter means most people will not willingly step in it in order to get to the posters. Farmers have been using this method for generations where I live to stop people getting into crop fields, orchards, ect. Nobody wants to step in poop. When I had an apple tree in my yard I made a fake poop barrier and it was the lone year my neighbors and the people in my area didn't climb my fence to steal apples.

I definitely recommend using fake poop because you might be charged if you use real poop.

Using a box or step ladder, putting posters up higher and out of reach can also reduce the chance of it getting vandalised. You may need to make the poster's visual content larger to compensate. Brightly colors arrows pointing upward toward the poster in place of where the poster would normally be will also encourage people to look up and see them.

Don't just tape them to walls and street poles. Ask local coffee shops and supermarkets if you can tape them in the windows or on the serving desks. Ask your local bus station if you can tape them inside. Crowdfund where possible and buy slots on digital street boards and billboards (if there's a group of you doing it, you can raise the funds as a group effort and create a slideshow of sorts.)

Get. Creative.

But also obey the law. Or at least skirt it with enough plausible deniability.

Ooooh neat, thanks for the advice!

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Just us against the world

-> Word Count: 1288

-> Warnings: so much cheesy fluff,a bit insecure reader/mick and sorry for the so many temporal jums

->Author note: I would appreciate if you send some ideas or requests for me to write. English is not my first language so sorry for mistakes

Big Thanks to @vickyhateslife who has been alongside me writing this <3

Mick and I have been very good friends for years, we met when we were 10 in a karting competition back in Germany.

We went up at the same time through the junior categories, only that i stayed one year more in F4 than him, and that's why he went upto F1 one year before me.

2022 was my year, I was chosen to be the new Williams driver longside Alex Albon due to suspicious retiremment of Latifi.

Anyways, today is my day, pre-season tests, I was so nervous but I think that wasn't important as my level of excitement. The tests are over, I am back home. I feel great, the energy was just amazing. Everybody here was very friendly and positive, and so were the people of Williams. They welcomed me with open arms, they told me that I am one of them now which feels great. But there's a lot of work ahead to be honest, feels like we're still learning a lot about how the car works and I'm working in guetting familiar with the car.

Now that tests are done, I'm going back to the factory in UK for a lot of sim and training ahead of 2nd round of tests in Bahrein, only 1 week before the firts race there. Can't wait to be back in the car.

Today was media day ahead of the first race of the season, the Bahrein GP and I was going to do some kind of sel presentation for the F1 youtube channel.

I was talking with Mick for the first time in a long time , don't get me wrong i talked to him in Barcelona and last week tests but not as long as we wanted.

Mick has been my crush since always but i don't think he ever felt the same way about me. He is still my best friend and than we have been for over 10 years now. I was lucky, as a child I was born in Switzerland and my dad and I were neighbours with the Schumacher's. My dad, Michael's Schumacher best friends since they were kids,and he moved with him because my dad was the first performance coach of a driver in F1. Moving back to Mick's and mine relationship, it has been very good since ever, he has been very supportive of my career so far but i know he wants to spend more time with me because he os only now that i can really stay for long periods at a time at home.

I realize that although i love sims, going back to real life is weird, as i've said before because even though last season was just a test season it was real enough for me t ofeel like a driver but this one is real now, so the stakes are higher.

In this moment I'm in the Williams hospitality looking trough the windows when I see Mick and his Kevin, talking and Mick seems a bit flustered, I wonder what are they talking about.

Mick's pov

-Mate, you act a little bit patetic, every time you both are talking you guys get all red, it's very cheesy, so please ask her out for gods sake.

-Kev, she doesn't feel the same I'm sure, we have been besties since we were born and I've had girlfriens and she had got boyfiends and we never said each othe anything.

-It's because you both are blind- A voice behind me says and I turn around to see Seb coming to us.

-Not you too Seb- i say embarrased to my confident here at the track.

-Mick, I've know you both nearly since you were born and you've always been crushing each other.

-Whatever Seb, look I'm sorry but I don't think she feels the same way, ok? She's my best mate andI think she only sees me like that.

-Whatever mate you say- Kev says and he turns around and walks away leaving me and Seb alone.

Today we only ahave FP1 and FP2 so it's quite a relax day, while I'm heading to the Williams hospitality, I find Mick going to Haas.

-We are doing the track walk together, don't we? - I ask him as we head the both hospitality, one in front of each other.

-yeah like we always did-

-oks, see you then-I say while fist bumping him.

-bye! -he says too, entering his motorhome.

-Mick, you've been crushing on that girl for years now. When are you going to say something to her?- Sebastian Vettel teased him as they sat in the middle between Haas and Williams motorhomes. Mick Schumacher just shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to admit that he was indeed interested in the beautiful German driver. -I don't know, Seb. It's just...complicated.- He sighed, running a hand through his hair. -What's so complicated about it? You both like each other, I can tell.- Kevin Magnussen chimed in. -Just man up and tell her how you feel!- -Yeah, Mick. Just tell her.- Alex Albon said, coming up to stand beside them. -She's definitely into you too, I can tell.- Mick just shook his head, not sure if he was ready to take that step just yet. Maybe one day, but not right now.

-Hey mate- I say while sitting beside him at the table.

-hey girl- he says while eating his spaghetti.

-ok so...I don't know how to say this- I start and his eyes are on me now.

- you're worrying me, just say whatever it is- Alex says scared by my behaviour.

-I think I like someone- I say after a deep breath.

-who?! -Alex asks immediately.

-It's Mick- and immediatly his jaw drops.

-I knew it! Lando and George owns me and Lily a dinner, yeah!- He says jumping.

-You betted who I liked or what- i say a little bit annoyed.

-Sorry bestie but I love to have a lovely dinner with my girl for free.-He says proudly.

-You're an idiot you know that?-I tell him annoyed while going to my room.

Today was quali day and it was at 6 pm and it was only 11 am because I had data to check and meetings, I was walking to the Haas motorhome from the padock because Mick and I are going to do our private track walk as we always did.

There was a little bit of wind so my hair came to my face, when I was going to remove my hair on my place I feel Mick's hand putting a lock of hair behind my ear, brushing his hand in the process, his action shock me because he had never made skin contact with me.

-Sorry, I just wanted to help you.-He says quickly while I give him a confused smile.

-It's okay, thanks.-I reply.

It's a little bit uncomfortable because neither of us knows what to say but we quickly break the tension by smiling, as I thought we were going to continue with our track walk, but he stopped me.

- I want to talk to you about something.-He said looking at me a little bit nervous.

-Then tell me-I say not expecting what was about to come.

-I've had a crush on you since we were in F3 and i couldn't resist more without telling you- You've been always my crush aswell for a long time.

We finish our walk smiling at each other and grabbing hands, stealing touches of each other and stealing kisses. Only we in our love bubble forgetting about our stressing job.

Just when we were to part ways, he grabs my wrist and he pulls me in a passionate kiss that neither of us want to finish, just us against the world.

I hope you like this! send me whatever you want to my asks.

I would love to know something about you!!

And would you like a mention list? like for me to mention you in my fics <3 <3

Love for you <3 <3

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withdrawingramen · 9 days

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signs of rain

cw; lady whump, whump of 18 y/o, implied long-term captivity, implied sensory deprivation, dehumanisation, blindfolds, authoritative whumper, defiant whumpee, non-human whumpee. | @whumpril d30 alt prompt "you brought this on yourself." | note; i haven't had time to do whumpril at all this year, but here's some crumbs of sihyeon pain from me :3

“Don’t put it on. Please.”

“No can do. We're taking off in 10. Orders are orders.”

“Just five minutes, please. I won’t say a word!" Sihyeon's back was against the wall. She warily eyed the guard, the blindfold gripped in his hand. The other stood at the doorway, gazing exasperatedly.

They'd forced her awake an hour before the standard alarm, spoke something of a facility transfer, and knocked her out cold. Now, they were on some random cargo plane and she'd woken up in some random nook of it, fitting for a commodity of the government.

“We’re only 2 hours away. You won’t even realize when we land. If you’ve quietened down, let me put it on you now, its just a piece of cloth.” He advanced towards her.

“A bit of sun won’t hurt either of us! Just 5 minutes, goddamnit!” She lashed out with her legs, her hands cuff-bound. She was a child throwing a tantrum, and she'd gladly continue if it got her anywhere.

The flailing seemed to be of some success, and the guard cursed under his breath, stepping back.

She wouldn’t let them do this. She wouldn’t let them take the reprieve away. She needed the sun. She hadn’t seen fresh, clear skies for over a year and she wouldn’t let them take it away.

She froze at the click of the door. She always froze at the clicks.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Sorano enter. He exhaled, turning his attention to the other men in the room. The guard in front of her made some gestures of annoyance, shrugging. Sorano didn’t wait, grabbing the blindfold from the guard’s hand.

She had nowhere to go. She felt concrete dig into her back. Her supervisor kneeled down, shoving her to her side.

“Can’t take you anywhere without you making things difficult for everyone, huh?”

“Don’t touch me.” She growled, slapping his hand away.

She was testing his limits. She knew it- ever since the guard at the door had radio-ed Sorano once, twice, the way he looked every part of the overworked, exhausted government employee.

“It’s just cloth, you idiot.” He wasn’t smiling.

“I don’t want it-“

His fist connected with her jaw. She blinked as her head slammed into the wall, a spike of pain running through her head.

“Hope you bit on your tongue.” He murmured before raising the blindfold.

No. She wanted to see the sky. She wanted to feel something else than the cuffs on her wrists and the hurt of it all. She had to.

She grabbed onto his hand weakly, the cuffs clinking. She watched him tilt his head slightly.

“Do you really want to see the sun that bad?” Sorano lazily pulled back his hand. She didn’t answer, dazed.

Sihyeon thought she was used to him. She thought she wasn't scared of him anymore, thought she'd gotten good at taking a beating, but why she couldn't even get herself to form words right now?

He pushed her to the ground, and she let him. She goddamn let him -let him restrain her hands behind her back, felt him adjust the cuffs, made them somewhat tighter.

"Humor me. If you make me laugh, I'll allow it." His voice mocked her. What was so different about Kurai Sorano, that made her look out for every intonation of his words?

Would logic and reason work with him at all? Sihyeon gulped.

"…You know that fucking room- that prison cell has an excuse for a window and you- you know I haven't been out of there for months-" she managed to stammer out, before she heard him breathe out a laugh.

"Open that window." He ordered. Her heart skipped a beat. She noted the hesitation in the footsteps, but the guard slid open the window anyway. Sihyeon instantly shifted her gaze upwards, straining against the force he held her down with.

"Would you look at that," Sorano chuckled. "The forecast did mention cloudy skies and heavy rain."

Sihyeon's lips parted at the dull, overcast, lightless sky. And for a moment, she wished she hadn't resisted against the blindfold at all.

"I get you. I do, really. It's suffocating in there, I agree." Sorano's hand rested on her hair.

"But you know what, 79?" His fingers curled in on her hair, pulling her head back. He slammed her head straight onto the concrete floor. Limp although she already was, the sharp pain ran down her entire body. She let out a ragged grunt, feeling warmth run down her nose, the familiar taste mingling in her mouth. "A few minutes of good weather won't do anything for you. And you can fool yourself into hoping that the sun on your skin makes you feel any more human," She can't see, now. The white and black spots in her blurred vision didn't disappear along with the drum pounding in her head, even as Sorano put the blindfold on.

"But nothing is going to every change for you. And I don't mind getting that ingrained in that dense-ass brain of yours as many times it takes." Her supervisor's voice was distant now, and through all the numbness in her being she felt his presence move away.

"Every time you see even a sliver of light, you're going to remember you're nothing but a bunch of fucking numbers on a leash." She felt his grin, saw it through the dark.

She heard the clack of footsteps fade away. There was nobody else, no guards, nothing.

Don't worry. She won't dare to do anything now. Sihyeon imagined him say, and he was right.

She laid on the concrete, stiff as a log, blood dripping down her nose steadily.

Now nothing will make you feel like a person and you brought it all upon yourself.

7983 settled into her soulless body as Sihyeon died for the hundredth time.

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nerdyjournals · 24 days

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1.1 - Rise

Summary: Beginning to doubt his place, 1003 meets Smith after they break into their little utopia. After their initial encounter, 1003 starts to see his world in a whole new way. Is the system he lives for truly a lie or is Smith another test to prove his loyalty? Ship: Bang Chan X GN!reader Genre: sci-fi, mystery, action fiction

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1003 sat at his desk, inputting the count of today’s collection. He looked over to the security feed from time to time and took note that everyone was where they should be. The older occupants of Dome 1B were going about their household duties as the younger ones were leaving their lessons.

He ran his hands down his face as the final count was sent to the main hub.

At only nineteen years old, 1003 was placed in charge of Dome 1B. They were in charge of planting, growing, and harvesting the berries needed for the Domes’ mandatory serums and medications.

“1003, this is base,” the intercom blasted into the quiet room. “Your reports have been received for the day. Please confirm the identification number for season finalization.”

“Identification number 1003, requesting finalization for the report from 10-17 to 12-19.”

“Request granted. Conducting nightly security check. Please stand by.” A pause was followed by three beeps. “Area secured. Please proceed to the dock for tonight’s serums and supplements. Have a good night, 1003.”

His computer shut off and he was left in silence once again. With a sigh, he stood up and walked out of the little office.

The Dome’s living quarters were full of stark white walls to match the nine occupants’ mandatory uniforms. If he could admit it to anyone, 1003 would say that they hurt his eyes.

He arrived at the dock and spotted the familiar cart. As he pushed it along, he went through the checklist provided and separated what each occupant needed. Loading the cart onto the lift, 1003 scanned himself through and took his supplements.

“Good evening, 1003,” one of the older occupants greeted. This is 0408, 1003’s right hand man. “Shall I gather everyone for curfew?”

“If you’d please. Base has provided a few things they would like relayed before the distribution.” 1003 flipped through the clipboard. “How is the newest transfer?”

“0915 is doing well. I do recommend we move him to transcription as soon as he is ready. His language skills need some work before he can be considered for a District. Other than that, 0208 has bonded to him quite well. Relationships between the Districts will be strong once the time comes.”

“Noted.” 1003 nodded his head. “Proceed.”

0408 turned away and went to gather the other two elders in the area, 1125 and 0811, to help gather the younger occupants.

The eight occupants stood lined up against the wall outside each of their rooms. 1003 cleared his throat and faced them all.

“Evening everyone,” he said. “I have a few things to relay, so please listen carefully.” He held up the clipboard. “Number one, anything odd or out of place must be reported right away to 0408 or myself or a drone.” He pointed to a camera on the wall. “Other Domes have reported break-ins from Outliers and have handled them accordingly.” One of the younger ones flinched at the implications. “Number two, no one is permitted to leave their dorms until the morning alarm. This is just to ensure that any movement seen is assumed to be an Outlier. Those discovered will be handled accordingly.”

All heads turned toward the large red bulb that hung above the security office window. It never turned off while they were awake.

“Last but not least, the nine of us were chosen to lead the next generation of the Districts. Each of us are to be accordingly assigned upon graduation day. The Program has deemed the lot of us worthy to lead what comes next. Let’s not give them reason to reconsider.” He looked over them with a steel gaze before sighing. “Now, let’s proceed with the scan and nightly routines.”

1003 went about the nightly routine, scanning everyone’s wrist and distributing the proper medications. He stopped in front of 0915 and made a face as the computer beeped with an error - the fifth of since 0915’s transfer. 1003 wiped the scanner on his shirt and tried again with success.

He bid the eight of them good night and sent them off to bed.

—

His last task was almost done before a series of bangs coming from above.

“Notice number one, 1003. Notice number one,” he murmured to himself as he came to a stop. “I’m going to get in so much trouble.”

One of the vents was kicked open and a body dropped from the ceiling. Their clothes were black and gray, a contrast against the clean and crisp walls of the Dome.

“Finally!” They exclaimed, stretching out their limbs. “Man, I thought those vents were getting smaller!” Looking around, a few of their joint popped before they spotted 1003. “Oh hello there. Who are you?”

“Uh…” he stuttered out. “I’m 1003 and you’re not supposed to be here.”

“Oh really? Then why was it so easy to break in?” They looked around again. “I’m looking for Felix, Lee Felix. About,” they raised a hand, “this high, baby face, and a voice as deep as the Marianas Trench.”

“Are you talking about 0915?”

“You guys go by your birthdays? Cute.” They crossed their arms. “So are you going to tell me where he is or do I have to threaten you?”

1003 watched as they pulled a collapsible rod from their hip. It buzzed with electricity.

“You’re an Outlier? I have half a mind to report you.”

“What about the other half?”

“It wants your name.”

“You can call me Smith.” They spun the rod before tucking it away and looking up at the walls. “Do you have anywhere else we can talk?”

“Get in.” 1003 opened the bottom compartment and gestured for Smith to get in. "You are so lucky the security camera is facing the other way. Now get back into the cart. They won't question why I brought this to my office if I put 0915's file with the cart for the return."

His heart pounded a thousand miles a minute as he made his way into the security office.

He didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t protocol in place about what to do if an Outlier was encountered, let alone in custody. The drones would be offline until he activated the night mode, and he obviously wouldn’t be until this was all handled.

Opening the cart, confusion filled him to find it empty.

“That was really cramped, you know.” The voice came from behind him. The “guest” was sitting at his desk flipping through 0915’s files and writing in a notebook of theirs.

“How did–? What?” 1003 cried out as he double checked the cart for any other escapes.

“Also, I don’t like waiting. I’ve been here for about ten minutes.”

“How’d you even know which one I was going to?”

“There are no other offices in your dome. Plus, your number is on the door.” They stood from the desk, stuffing the book in a pocket. “You know, I thought this would be more of a challenge. Now, I do believe it is time for me to go.”

His arm shot out to block the path.

“No! You’re going to sit down and explain to me what the fuck is going on, who you really are, and what is so important about 0915?” He watched as their eyes widened. “None of the Domes have ever been broken into until recently. So why now? What do you savages want?”

“Savages?” They murmured as 1003 stared them down. “We’re the savages? As far as I can recall, we used to be friends.”

“Friends?!” A deep, sarcastic chuckle left his chest. “As if I’d ever be friends with someone who wants to ruin the haven laid out for us. You’re just jealous that you and your little friends weren’t selected.”

“Is that really what you think?” Smith chuckled as the lights began to flicker. With one black cover, they disappeared from 1003’s view and appeared behind him. “What’s the last thing you remember before being assigned to your dome?” He remained silent, trying to think back. “What were your parents’ names? Your siblings? What about the friends you left behind? Bambam still talks about you, you know?”

1003 was at a loss for words, only able to put together one question.

“Who are you?”

“Like I said, you can call me Smith. I’m from District 9.

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kittenwalker · 1 year

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Could you maybe do mutual masterbation between f!reader and Evan Peters 👀??? Anyways I love your acc ❤️❤️❤️

notes : this ones for you girly, i haven't written so much spice in so long so this really is a treat for yall. enjoyyy ;)

January 20th the special day for Y/n’s special boy

Evan’s big birthday, turning 25. Just a year closer to death, therefore birthdays are overrated. Though in all honesty, Evan deserves to have a celebration no matter how old he was. He always worked so hard, even on his special day today, he went to work as he had a big scene for today’s shoot. Knowing his schedule by now, once he goes to work he won’t be back until 10 pm only if Y/n was lucky. If not she’d have to wait until 11 pm or later, but now she could use this time to prepare the gifts and surprises.

Y/n didn’t even need to shop, his present was going to be her. Kidding, yes she does want to surprise him with a sexy lingerie moment but she also needed to buy him a real gift. One thing that was super obvious when she started dating him was that he had a passion for music. Everywhere he went, music would always accompany him, even when he’s stressed out. He’d just jam his ears with lyrics and close his eyes, letting the melody devour him and take him to a beautiful world. So being the great girlfriend Y/n was, she wanted to expand his musical interest.

Y/n was taking a walk around some small thrift and antique shops, just window shopping. Until something caught her eyes, displayed through the glass window was a vintage gramophone. It was even on sale, fate it was to be bought by Y/n. The horn was a rusty golden shade and shaped like a flower, the box that was attached to it was made out of wood. It was perfect, so Y/n walked in and picked up the grand baby and went to the cashier. The nice lady also gave free discs of different music to choose from and change on the turntable. A little dusty but a little cleaning would do, Evan’s present was now secured.

6.46 pm, Y/n still had a lot of time in her hands. But it was getting dark, so she chose to go home and have a nice bath before he arrived back home. Though it was crucial, as she wanted to have some ‘ fun ‘ with him. Evan and Y/n was never really initiating sexual activities anymore as they both has been busy with work to even have time for themselves. So since it was his birthday and it was saturday tomorrow which meant they both weren’t busy, they could stay up a little later to get a little freaky right?

She wanted to freshen up so she could feel more clean and confident about herself. Them not doing anything sexual made her feel like this was their first time doing it all over. Nervous but of course excited, and wanting to look her best for him. Y/n switched on the tab to the bathtub and let the water run as she poured in some bubbly soup, making the bath smell like fresh flowers. She kept the water running until it was halfway full before dipping her toes in first, testing the temperature of the water. Y/n then sank her whole body down and moaned in pleasure, feeling the bubbles and warm water swallow her into delightfulness. A bath board in front of her, holding a glass of red wine, a book, and her phone. Wanting some entertainment, she sat up and dried her hands before reaching for her book and wine glass. Y/n opened her book, diving straight in from where she left off.

Buzz buzz

Y/n’s phone rang, startlinging her. God it was a message from Evan saying he was coming back in 30 minutes. She wasn’t even out of the bath yet, she got too carried away from reading. One of the reasons why she loves reading, it can bring her to another world and make time disappear but now isn’t the best moment to get carried away. Y/n quickly slipped into a robe and prepared the cake and balloons. The cake was just a simple slice of chocolate cake with one red candle on it, the balloons were gold letters with the words, ‘ Happy birthday my love ‘. Y/n placed it in a way when Evan walked in he would see the words behind her. After that she wore a plain red party dress with some simple makeup. It didn’t matter how good she looked because the real party was underneath her dress and her makeup was going to get smudged anyways so no point making it too good.

She wore a black lace bralette with matching panties, they looked amazing on her, the bra hugging her breasts and her underwear showing off her plump cheeks. Y/n knows he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her, but her little surprise has everything but getting to touch her.

5 more minutes, she lit some candles and turned off the lights, giving the mysterious atmosphere in the living room. She then heard keys jamming into the keyhole before the door opened and…

I got off the set tonight and was exhausted. Today we did a lot of action for this episode and was in pure bliss when I found out that I got to leave the set earlier. I felt really guilty though as I had to leave Y/n alone again when I promised her that I wouldn’t work today. But it’s alright, I'm going to be home soon now.

Reaching for my keys in my back pocket, I jammed the keys in and unlocked the door to our shared house. “ Happy birthday old grandpa! “ I was greeted with as I opened the door. In front of me was Y/n, holding a slice of cake and flowers, behind her were balloons. It was nothing big of a party but that’s what I wanted, just her, my love. Seeing her already lifted up my mood, god I’m too lucky to have her.

I tilted her chin up towards me and kissed her deeply before pulling away and thanking her. She placed the cake down and wandered behind the counter, pulling out a large object. “ Open it “ Y/n clasped her hands together and smiled. I tore open the wrapping paper and was greeted to the sight of a gramophone. My mouth turned into an O shape and carried up the gift, hugging it like my baby. “ I’ve always wanted one! “ I screamed.

God he looked so cute when got anything related to music. Squirming over it like a little kid visiting the ‘ real ‘ santa. Evan eagerly tried putting a disc into the turntable, difficult but he made it work. Classical music started playing as the two of them continued talking and Evan thought the surprises were over, but oh was it only just starting.

Y/n excused herself to go to the toilet so she could strip out from her dress, leaving her in her seductive undergarments. She looked into her mirror and touched up her hair, making sure she looked alluring. She was so adrenalized, her heart pumping extremely fast as she pushed open the door, walking out as if everything was normal. Evan’s eyes raised up when he heard the door click open, he saw what Y/n was dressed in and froze his movements. The bite of cake on his fork froze in the air as his eyes trailed further down. “ Does the cake taste good? I haven’t tried it. “ She asked, acting as normal as can. Evan chuckled saying “ Y/n don’t try to chang- “ She interrupted him by grabbing his jaw and smashing his lips against hers, self-inviting her tongue as she licked the flavour of the chocolate frosting in his mouth. “ Mhm it does taste good, I picked the right one. “ Once she pulled away, Evan was shocked at where this confidence was coming from. Who knew what this night would end like.

“ Come on, follow me and close your eyes, I have another surprise. “ Y/n pulled Evan’s hand into their master bedroom. Inside she prepared some lube and a special something under her pillow. Y/n closed the door and let go of his hand to light up some candle so the room would feel more romantic. She slipped into bed and spread her legs wide for a good view, telling Evan he could open his eyes. As he opened his lids, his expression dropped into a mixture of shock and turned on. He definitely didn’t expect what was coming next if he got surprised by this.

Thinking the lube was for him, Evan picked it up before Y/n took it away. “ Oh no we aren’t doing any sex yet, this is for me. I’m going to put on a show for you ". Not breaking eye-contact, she slid her fingers down in the river of her breasts and further, further down. Until she reached her cunt, rubbing two fingers on her clothed pussy in circles. Making her bite her red lips while looking intently into Evan’s eyes. Oh did he’s shock wash away into hunger, his eyes darkened and followed where Y/n’s fingers were going. Y/n could tell that he was getting impatient as his jaw locks and vein pops out. But that’s just what she wanted, to tease the shit out of him. As on cue, his veiny hands pushed her black-fingered hand away, replacing it with his as he slid her panties to the side and swiped her slit. A moan of approval slipping out of her mouth, as good as it felt, the rule was not to touch her.

“ Uh ah, you can’t touch me yet buddy boy. Hands to yourself, I’m giving you a show and it's quite rude for you to interrupt it big boy. Go to the corner of the bed and watch only. “ Y/n ordered, which Evan surprisingly listened to. Going back to where she left off as she massaged her cunt, playing around with her wetness, spreading it all over before pushing in a finger. A whimper coming through her teeth picking up the pace of her finger. Y/n did this so she could prepare herself for the real deal behind her pillow.

After prepping and getting comfortable with the feeling of being touched since it’s been a while. Y/n fluttered her eyes to Evan who changed his position to the corner of the room, staring into her soul as she fingered herself. When she stopped and pulled out her wet index, a flash of disappointment appeared in his eyes as he loved seeing her pleasure herself. Until she pulled out something from her sleeve, the most massive juicy veiny thick cum dripping big fat dildo. ( pls this is a joke i just found it funny when dicks are so descriptive 🤭 ) Staring back into Evan’s eyes as she licked the tip of the dick, her eyes travelling down to his own hard-on. “ Like what you see Ev? " Y/n teasingly asked as she engulfed the silicon mould deeper into her mouth. “ Two can play this game. " Evan challenged before he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, his hard cock springing free, dripping with pre-cum. God Y/n had to resist the urge to just jump straight to him, kneeling as she licked the pulse of his red tip. But she just continued sucking on the one she had, imagining that it was his. Evan on the other hand wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly moved it while imagining it was his dick she was getting deep throated by.

After Y/n sucked the living hell out of the dildo so it was all coated in her saliva , ready to enter her. She changed her position and put the dick underneath her as she sunk down, making her pussy stretch further the deeper it went. God did she miss the feeling of this type of pleasure. Evan continued pumping his cock quicker as he saw her start bucking her hips. ‘ God was she the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. ' he thought as he closed his eyes, moving faster. Watching Y/n pleasuring herself was already tipping him over the edge, but when he heard her moan his name he just wanted to wrap his hand around her neck and fuck the oblivion out of her. “ Whose dick are you imagining bouncing on huh? Feels good? “ Evan grunted out his words, waiting for Y/n to say his name.

Oh but did she only want to tease him further, make him jealous. “ Finn, your co-star. God it feels so good thinking about him, if only I had the real deal. “ she bit her lip, knowing she ticked something off. Y/n continued bouncing up and down with her fingers rubbing circles on her clit, both her breasts jiggling while her movements continued. “ Shit I’m about to cum “ she breathed out while trying to reach her high. But before she knew it, her pleasure was taken away and pressure pushed her down with a hand around neck.

Surprised shocked her as she opened her eyes to see Evan hovering over her, anger engraved in his face. Unexpectedly, he banged his whole hard cock into her, making Y/n’s eyes roll back as a string of curses was shouted out. ‘ Shit was this bigger and better ‘ it filled her up in all the right places. It was so big Y/n needed time to adjust to the new stretching feeling, but Evan gave her no time before pounding into her. The room filled with moans and grunts as Evan slammed deeper into her, his balls hitting her cunt. “ Mhm, still thinking about him? Bet he can’t make you feel as good as I do. “ Evan whispered into her ear while his grip tightened on her neck. Making her choke in pleasure, she was a sweaty and moaning mess and couldn’t break a second to answer him. “ Answer me Y/n “ he then roughly grabbed her face, “ n-no, you do it b-better “ Y/n choked on her whimpers.

After hearing her words, Evan flipped her in one swift move, putting her into a doggy position. Now expecting for him to plunge into her, she instead felt cold fingers hover over her pussy. “ Do you want me to show you magic with my fingers? ". Y/n nodded eagerly, making Evan chuckle at how she’s wrapped around his finger now. “ Beg for it, I need to hear your voice. " he ordered, “ Please Evan, I want to cum all over your fingers as they work their magic inside of me. I need your fingers in me now please love. “ Y/n begged as she was close to crying, showing how desperate she was. He laughed at her desperation and fulfilled her wish, he plunged in two of his long fingers. Y/n purred and closed her eyes as a grin formed onto his lips, euphoria running through her veins. ‘ Fuck this is another type of pleasure, sure his cock was great but this makes me scream. ’ His fingers just slipped in and out of her wetness, making squelching sounds.

Evan slapped her ass until it was red with his handprints, not stopping his fingers from continuously diving into Y/n’s cunt. Her body started to tense up while her mind got cloudy as all her desires and energy went straight in between her legs. Y/n’s panting got heavy as she felt her high reaching. Evan pulled on her hair and made her turn to the right where a full-length mirror stood. “ I want you to watch yourself while you cum, I need you to see the way I see you. How beautiful you are, but not as pretty as watching you release your desires. “ He just made Y/n more turned on and made the situation even more heated. In the matter of minutes, the rush of pleasure came down onto her thighs, making her sigh in happiness. ‘ Fuck, the best time I’ve had in a while. ‘ she thought while smiling to herself.

“ I can't get enough of you, Y/n. Your just so addicting that I’m going to fuck you on every furniture in this room, trust me. “ Evan smirked while watching her limp body twitching after her high.

“ Yea right “ Y/n out of breath as she challenged him

“ Don’t believe me huh? Let’s do it now as it seems like you aren’t tired. “ Evan lifted her body and slammed her onto a study table by the window.

“ Now let’s make a show for people to watch as I unravel you, my love. “

Well good luck to her legs because they are not going to be working for the next few days.

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morphomixz · 5 months

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Eclipsed in Paris Pt 4 Miraculous x Reader

9:26:36 AM Thursday, April 18th Paris, France

After the first hour was up, we had maths. The teacher assigned a group project, leading to me "working" with Chloe and her minion Sabrina. By working, I mean Chloe telling Sabrina t do all the work while she gushed over Adrien Agreste, her childhood friend. Aside from Chloe, the only person who's tried to interact with me has been Sabrina who ultimately said to stick with Chloe.

Anyways, apparently, this class is learning the French equivalent of Algebra 1 in the U.S which isn't terrible. The girls I sat next to in Ms. Bustier's class have been glancing over here and whispering to each other since. If the people here are as judgemental as they are in America I may be better off returning to the U.S. The only thing that prevents me from believing this at the moment is the old man from earlier. Hopefully, he's gotten where he was trying to get to. For now, I guess I'll just look out the window.

10:39:10 AM P.E Class

I finally got away from Chloe and the two glaring girls long enough to take a breath. P.E is not my favorite class in the world, but it may grow on me since it gets me away from, well everyone who seems to have a problem with my existence. Today is just the flexibility test for the school year. I actually suffer from benign joints hypermobility syndrome so this shouldn't be too bad, well at least not until my doctor sees me next. She keeps telling me to reduce how much I push my joints so that I don't put myself in pain anymore.

Anyways, it's partnered so I actually have a chance to talk to someone other than Chloe. My partner is a girl from my class, I think her name's Alix.

"Uh, hi. I think we're partners." I awkwardly said.

"Yeah, just don't slow me down." was her response.

It wasn't exactly the nicest response, but it also didn't seem to have any animosity in it.

" Alright class, get into the sit and reach position. Your partner will push down on your back as you stretch with LIGHT pressure." came the first command from the teacher.

Alix and I actually worked fairly well together. We talked a bit during the exercises about the school, who's who in the class, and Alix's favorite sports. I told her about New York, part of the reason I came to France, and it seems she came to a conclusion about me. Hopefully, it was a good one.

11:45:27 AM Lunch Break

We're supposed to go to lunch at home or in the cafeteria for an hour. Chloe had something brought to the school for her, and I headed to the cafeteria with Alix. She invited me to sit with her, a guy named Kim, and his friend Max. I ended up with a tray with a fruit salad, orange juice, and a questionable-looking pear for lunch.

"So, you're Y/N Bourgeois? The idol?" the guy who Alix called Kim asked.

"Yeah, that's me. Though I'd appreciate it if you didn't make a big deal out of it." was my response.

"And, you're Chloe's cousin?"

"Yep. Though she and I only reunited recently. I've been living in America since I was six."

"So, you have been influenced by her very little?" was the question, Max asked.

"Under her influence, yes. Her mother is a different story." I replied.

"Alright, alright guys. We're here to eat lunch, not dissect her traumatic backstory." Alix said, setting down her tray, to which I smiled at her. A true genuine smile, not one of my practiced model smiles.

By the time lunch was over, I already had three friends and a permanent place to eat lunch if I wanted to.

12:53:41 PM Science

My next class had me a bit worried. Apparently, the teacher isn't the best with new students... or old students...or students in general.

Anyways, in this class, I'm sat next to a very tall guy. According to the teacher, his name is Ivan. He seems intense when you look at him, but I'm sure he's a sweet guy when you get to know him. In fact, he seems very shy in comparison to everyone else. We were only taking notes on chemical compounds today, so it wasn't a terrible class. The teacher didn't put up with anyone messing about, but I made eye contact with Kim and couldn't help the small giggles that left my mouth. Chloe's been blowing up my phone all of the class. Apparently, Sabrina doesn't quite get chemical compounds and she thinks I may. be able to explain it to her, so she can do Chloe's homework. I guess I'm doing a slight tutoring session after school.

2:16:36 PM Art Class

A little under three hours left of school, and I finally reached a class I can get into. I can technically do whatever kind of art I want in this class so I went over to the drawing table. Alix is doing so form of street art with spray paint, the girls from earlier are using alcohol markers, and Chloe's in the corner on her phone like always. I guess I better start working on designs for my new line like Auntie would want me to. I started with a fitted bodycon silhouette and shaded it in with a variety of reds, adding layers of black around the bottom to form a filled-out skirt. Apparently, my presence finally got to the two girls from earlier because one of them came over and just stood in front of me.

"Can I help you?" I said, rather peeved that she was blocking my sunlight but also because she likely already assumed my personality.

"Yeah, you're Y/N right? Chloe's cousin?"

"That would be correct. And you are?" I could feel my left eyebrow arching.

"I'm Alya and my best friend over there is Marinette. We were wondering if you were the Y/N Bourgeois who owns the fashion label "Serpentine" and does all that idol work?"

"I am. Is that all you wanted?" I replied.

I know my tone was rude but these girls have done nothing but glare and whisper about me all day.

"How about you come to our table and sit with us? Marinette does some designing herself and I think you guys could bond over that." came Alya's reply.

So I went over and joined them. Marinette apologized for the glaring. She apparently assumed I was just like Chloe but after seeing me interact with Alix, Kim, and Max she decided otherwise. She needs to work on that. It will be her fatal flaw if she doesn't.

The two of us exchanged numbers and began showing each other our designs. Her designs are exquisite. Auntie would be impressed for sure. However, she seems awful shy about showing them off.

3:30:57 PM History

I have 1 hour until school is over, and my last class is history in Ms. Bustier's again. I sat at the back of the class next to a girl named Lila. She immediately pulled out her phone and asked for a picture as well as my phone number. She's the only one who's made a big deal about my status all day. However, I took the picture to be polite and she tagged me in it. My Instagram began blowing up with the comments under it. Apparently, this Lila was the one I was rumored to be hanging out with. Anyways, today's lesson was on Ancient Rome, including mythology. Lila kept trying to distract me with a conversation but I wanted to remain focused on Romulus and Remus. She began blowing up my phone with texts which made me immediately regret giving her my number.

4:30:15 PM Outside the School

Well, I made it through my first day of school without a major incident. Now, Chloe and I were waiting for the limo to show up. She's been talking to Adrien for the last 10 minutes, and he looks particularly uncomfortable with her clinginess. The limo finally pulled up, followed by another one, which I assume is Adrien's. When we got into the car, then came the beratement.

"You shouldn't hang out with Marinette Dupain-Cheng or her friends. It's bad enough you're hanging out with Alix and Kim."

"Chloe, if I wanted your advice on friends, to which I've never been allowed to make that discernment myself I would have asked. I'd appreciate it if you dropped it because I want to be able to make decisions for myself for once in my life."

Okay, a little harsh, even for Chlo but did I lie? My first boyfriend was even chosen for me so I should get to decide who I hang out with at the minimum. At least she dropped the conversation. I headed up to my room and dropped my stuff on the couch located at the center of the room. However, there was a strange box left on my coffee table.

I opened the small box that had a necklace, and a small light came out of it. When it disappeared, a small bat-like creature was floating in front of me.

"I'm sorry to say this but, who are you?"

#adrien agreste #alix #chat noir #female reader #kim #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #x reader #Eclipsed

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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girls just wanna have fun

part iv- sunflower

“you’re the sunflower, i think your love would be too much”

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: cussing, pining, missing the point, sitcom-level misunderstandings

a/n: like i said, sorry these are taking a bit! the end of senior year can be hectic, who knew? 🥴 i hope you all enjoy, i’ve really had fun writing these so far 🤍

taglist: @faiirybread @softasha @edgycatx @happy-nico @local-mr-frog @minimarkive @softyutae

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Something was up with Peter. It didn’t take a super genius to tell you that. Honestly, something seems off with the whole group of Avengers.

This internship doesn’t have a direction, nor a clear purpose. Not that you’re complaining, but you are rather confused. Some days, you help Steve and Bucky with adjusting to modern customs and such, others you help Natasha Romanoff herself return to her old dance hobby.

It’s given you an escape from your extracurriculars and school work, something to do when you weren’t sending pictures of random files to your absentee parents.

Speaking of them, they stopped in a week after your internship started, though they were gone two days later. They only spoke a total of 538 words to you. And yes. You counted.

And just like that they were gone again, off to meetings and whatnot. It was tiring, and you were just about ready to chew them out like Peter has been suggesting recently.

But you can’t bring yourself to. So instead, you throw yourself into school. It’s not even mid September, but you’ve been keeping your GPA a lovely 4.0 with minimal effort.

So in your spare time, you investigate everything you can about this “internship”. The first suspicious thing is that the September Grant, the supposed name of the internship, is actually a grant Tony Stark made to MIT a while back.

Not long after, you realize that Peter himself doesn’t really know what the internship is for. Every time, his answer seems to change. At first, it was a science and technology research opportunity, then, it was a business experience, then it was a look into the daily lives of Avengers.

Then came the topic of Spider-Man. You were yet to see the masked vigilante, and the whole team seems to clam up anytime you mention said hero.

Especially Peter. He physically jumped the last time you brought up the absence of the Spider-man, clearing a foot into the air.

And that’s when your suspicions began. Peter’s nimbleness, the internship being off, the secrecy.

It’s 10:42 PM one night after another day at Avengers Tower when you figure it out. You have several post-it notes plastered on the wall that your bed is pushed up against, connected by thread. You truly are crazy.

But you’re also right.

Peter Parker is Spider-Man.

That’s the only logical explanation in your mind.

But you need to put it to the test. Spider-Man is probably patrolling right now. So you call Peter on FaceTime, waiting patiently as you open your window and sit on the ledge.

He doesn’t answer, but you smile nonetheless. A text pops up.

And in the heat of the moment, you take a second to think about your next course of action.

On one hand, you could be honest, come clean and provide a good support system for Peter. There’s no way that balancing school and vigilante-ing is easy.

On the other hand, he wasn’t honest with you. You’re not upset, but you do want to have some fun. A bit of playful revenge, perhaps.

So you decide to tease him.

And with that, you turn off your phone and go to bed.

Meanwhile, Peter is in crisis. “Stay safe”? The winky face? He’s so distracted by your texts that he swings directly into a pigeon, apologizing to the bird as he refocuses on his route.

There’s no way you know he likes you. He’s been so careful. You can’t know.

Right?

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The internship is so much more fun now that you know Peter’s Spider-Man. The whole damn thing being a cover-up? Hilarious, even if you can’t figure out why he would lie about that. Maybe there’s another secret you don’t know?

You’ve also begun to pose questions to the team that toe the line of exposing the whole story, watching the Earth’s mightiest superheroes squirm as they make excuses for their youngest member.

It’s a lot of fun. Especially at school.

Like now, as you lean by his locker. Your outfit of choice was some ripped jeans and a cropped sweater, making the best of the slowly cooling weather. A dainty gold chain sits across your neck, flashing in the ugly fluorescent lights of Midtown Tech’s hallway.

Peter manages to keep his eyes at a respectful height, other than when he dropped his book and picked it up, catching the tiniest glimpse of a diamond piercing in your belly button.

“So I was thinking you could swing by and we could study for that physics test. Ms. Warren’s been kicking my ass lately with all of these quizzes,” you suggest, empohasizing “swing”. Peter seems to miss your insinuation, instead shoving you lightly.

“You’ve been acing those quizzes, you liar,” he laughs. “I’ll be over around 7:30.” You nod, waving goodbye as you head to class. You barely take a few steps down the hallway when your friend Evie pops out from a nearby locker, practically dragging you to the ground as she jumps up and grabs your shoulders.

“I saw you with Peter. Have you asked him out yet?,” she singsongs, linking an arm with yours as you head to AP History together. Even if she seems like a ditz, she’s one of the most kid-smart people you’ve ever met. She definitely has a future in pediatrics or teaching.

But not in being discreet. You shush her. “How about you don’t let the whole school know? And besides, I don’t think he likes me like that, ya know?”

Evie shakes her head as you take your seats in Mr. Dells classroom, leaning your head against the window as you wait for the bell to ring. But it’s taking longer than usual, leaving your friend plenty of time to harass you.

“You should see the way he looks at you, hon. That boy is whipped.” She sighs, tugging out her textbook. “If I didn’t swing the other way I’d make a move.” You swat at her, chuckling as she dodges your hands.

With that, the bell blares out and Mr. Dell enters the room precisely on time, as usual. He’s carrying one one of those little ready-made bowls that you add an egg to, and the signature stench fills the air as everyone tries to hide their gags. Everyone liked the mild-mannered teacher, but his little snacks are enough to repulse even the strongest of stomachs. Including yours, as it turns out.

You make it through the class without puking, stumbling into the hallway in a rush. You run to lunch, desperately wanting to find food. You pass through the line quickly, grabbing a tray as you search for your friends. They flag you down, and you set your tray down before remembering the stack of papers in your hand.

“Shit. I’ve gotta go give this to MJ, she needed the articles for her History research paper.” You hurry over to her table, waving at Peter and Ned.

“Ready for the first day of Decathlon?” you ask. She nods, taking the papers gratefully.

“You’re a lifesaver, (Y/N).” She not-so-discreetly eyes Peter, wiggling her eyebrows as he glares at her.

You roll your eyes with a smile. “Please. I’m just helping a friend.” You wryly turn to Peter. “And friends can tell friends anything, you know that, right? You don’t have to keep secrets.” You tap his shoulder and walk back to your table.

You don’t want him to feel like he has to hide that he’s Spider-Man. The pressure couldn’t be good for him. Hopefully, he caught your insinuation.

Little do you know, while he definitely caught it, he missed the point.

“Holy shit she definitely knows I like her,” he rambles, sweating bullets as MJ and Ned interrogate him.

“Dude, there’s no way. You said you were super careful about it, right?” Ned asks, pretending to check his phone as he stares at your table.

“It doesn’t matter,” MJ says. “She likes you back.”

“She just friendzoned me!” Peter protests loudly, causing a few people to give him sympathetic looks. His friend rolls her eyes.

“You are so dense, you know that?”

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“Welcome to a new year of Academic Decathlon, kids,” Mr. Harrington announces, a smile on his face. “We have two coaches this year: Ms. Jones and Ms. (L/N).”

You and MJ wave before fist bumping each other. Your high level of emotions combined with MJ’s level head and mildly apathetic nature would be a great way to provide different perspectives to the team.

Introductions pass, and then some basic questions to get a feel for how experienced everyone is. There are a few new freshmen, but they manage to keep up as you and MJ fire off question after question.

“The Napster copyright dilemma differs from that of earlier technologies because…?” you ask.

Peter taps the bell. “The Internet is more difficult to regulate.”

“Correct.”

MJ steps up next. “The printing process in which ink is forced into recessed lines is called…?”

When no one provides the answer, you respond. “It’s called intaglio.”

She looks up, mildly impressed. “Correct. Thank you, (Y/N).”

The rest of practice goes by in a flash, with you both drilling the facts into the team’s heads.

At 5:00, you leave the school, relishing in your day off. With no internship, you’re ready to relax. You take a detour, passing by a street performer shredding their violin. You recognize the piece. Arensky: Violin Concerto in A Minor, Op 54. You played it at a concert two years back. You tip the performer and move on.

Slowly, you amble along Queens’s busy sidewalks, passing all sorts of characters. As a few dogs pass you by, you consider getting a pet. Your parents would be pissed, but they wouldn’t even know for a while.

As you calculate how much it would cost to buy all of the supplies for a cat, you’re suddenly stopped by a bout of yelling. A few feet ahead of you, a man is stealing a bike, snapping the chain and preparing to ride off. Straight at you.

A flash of red and blue darts in front of you. Spider-Man stops the thief, webbing him up effortlessly. In turn, you catch the bike before it hits the concrete, propping it up on its kickstand.

“Is this anyone's bike?” you ask, hoisting it up best you can. No response. Truly, New York is the city of hospitality.

“Does anyone have a pen?” the masked hero asks, turning around and awkwardly miming out the motions of writing. You nod, handing off a fancy ballpoint. As he writes on a notecard, you lean forward, supporting yourself on the bike.

“Soooo… Where’d you learn about the Napster copyright dilemma?” you inquire casually.

“Oh, on a documentary about-“ He catches himself. “Um, the what?” Caught in 4k, you think to yourself.

“Oh, my bad. You just remind me of a friend of mine.”

Peter finished writing, placing the note on top of the bike and passing the pen back to you. “Really? What’s he like?”

You smile, choosing each word precisely. “He’s really sweet, a great friend, super smart, too,” you say, walking backwards to continue talking to the hero. “He’s shy, gets flustered easily. He lives nearby, actually.”

Peter steps right into your trap. “What- what’s his name?” he asks, failing to appear casual and cool. You smirk.

“Flash Thompson.”

As Spider-Man chokes on air, you laugh, deciding to take some heat off of your disguised friend.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” you promise, laughing. “His name’s Peter. But from the way you reacted, I’m guessing you know Flash?”

Behind the mask, Peter hesitates. No harm in telling you, right? “Yeah, I’ve met him before. Not my favorite guy.”

“Fair enough.” You stop, looking up. Your apartment building looms, and you frown, wishing your chat with Peter had been longer. “See you around, Spider-Man.”

“See you.”

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“Dude, I think she knows.” Peter frantically FaceTimes Ned and MJ as soon as you’re gone, swinging to a nearby rooftop. “She kept talking about how sweet her friend Peter was, even if he’s, quote, ‘shy, gets flustered easily’.”

“Do you think she knows that you’re Spider-Man?” MJ asks, furrowing her brows.

“No, she seemed clueless. She definitely knows something, but I don’t think it’s that.”

Ned shakes his head. “Dude. Decathlon’s coming up. How are you gonna hide it from her if something comes up like last year?”

“Well, then it’s a good thing that nothing like last year’s gonna happen,” Peter says, shuddering as he remembers Adrian Toomes. “That was too much of a mess to deal with.”

“Just- just ask her some disguised questions when you go over to study for the Physics test,” MJ suggests, mildly annoyed at the boy’s rambling. “Like, ‘Oh, is there anyone you have an eye on for Homecoming,’ or-“

“Oh my god, Homecoming.” Peter instantly groans, collapsing on the roof. “It’s already almost here, which means that the Winter Formal is almost here.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Ned asks.

“I promised the team that I would ask her out by then.”

“You did what?” Both of his friends cry in unison. Peter sighs, standing up and getting ready to return to patrolling.

“I know, I know. But I really like her. And maybe-“ He stands on the edge of the roof, one gloved finger hovering over the end call button. “-that little push is what I need.”

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“Are you thinking about who you want to go to Homecoming with?”

You furrow your brows. That question came from nowhere. Setting down your study guide, you shake your head.

“Honestly, I’ve been so busy with the internship, Decathlon, and school stuff that I forgot how close it is.” You eye the many pictures of your past Homecomings, moments of you and your friends frozen in time. “I’ll probably go with friends again, unless someone asks me.”

Peter really wants to ask you. But he’s not ready, at least not yet.

But maybe he can do something else. “Well, I’m thinking about making some extra plans the night of Homecoming,” he begins. “After the party, I was thinking about going to Coney Island for the Fall Carnival, but I couldn’t find anyone to go with. Wanna come?”

You smile, wordlessly tugging him into a tight hug. He’s lucky you can’t see his flustered and blissed-out face as you squeal excitedly, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“That sounds great, Peter.”

For you, it’s a night with your friend, plus an opportunity to offer support to his superhero career. Even if he’s not ready to tell you that he’s Spider-Man, you’ll be there for him.

For Peter, it’s a night with his friend, plus an opportunity to tell you how he really feels. He hates keeping secrets, especially when it seems you already know. He wants to come clean to you.

Well, maybe you aren’t really on the same page. But it’ll make for one hell of a night.

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers x reader #avengers #girls just wanna have fun #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x popular!reader #x f reader #peter parker #tom holland!peter parker x reader #tom holland #ned leeds #mj #spider man x reader #spider man

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boyfhee · 2 years

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10 : 10 am | blue rose

G. friends to ? ( 0.7k )

N. me when i write impulsively. unedited help

heeseung thinks you should be more than friends.

no— he believes. it's an odd thought for ten in the morning, in middle of chemistry lesson, but heeseung doesn't mind. and just like an important presentation, he has all the reasonings jotted down on the back of his notebook, doodles with vines and hearts.

heeseung has known you for four years. not you, heeseung; he has known you for four years. he isn't the type to stand out amongst the crowd, for he seemingly dissolves into it like fine particles, almost too invisible to be sedimented. he doesn't enjoy attention. heeseung likes to be the to sit in middle of a row with ear phones and math occupying most of his day.

coming back to the point, four years, they have been terrible for him. the day you transferred to his middle school, his life turned upside down. you had taken the last bench, near the window, and still managed to have everyone in the class look at you as if you were the subject to their queries. you were the type to throw paper balls in the middle of the class. you made snarky comments, disturbed the momentum, ruined the decorum, destroy his peace of mind, made it hard for him to focus— there are so many reasons why you flipped his life style.

you don't know heeseung, you never tried to, until highschool. you knew there's a boy in your class, too quiet to mingle, too loud in his mind to speak anything.

you knew there was a lee heeseung in your class, that's it. that was your story.

now, in highschool first year, you know there's a lee heeseung in your class. the same lee heeseung who was your classmate in middle school. the one who keeps listening to that one tchaikovsky piece over and over again while solving math. the one who always caught your attention, but never mystic enough for you to reach him out.

you've known him for three months now, and that's how heeseung's story began.

there are so many reason as for why you and heeseung should be more than just friends. he has known you for four years, that's a lot more than any other friend you have in the school. he's the only one you seek at 2 am for late night escapades. his notes are the only reliable source of study material you refer to two weeks before exams. his number is the only one you've saved with a '<3' on your phone, and many more.

heeseung doesn't remember taking a liking to you at all. he remembers calling you annoying in front of everyone in middle school. he remembers cursing out at you when his team lost relay because you tripped. he remembers all the moments he hurt you. heeseung also remembers spending first three months of highschool sitting next to you, but he doesn't remember falling for you.

he doesn't remember doodling your name on the corner of his text books. he doesn't remember doing those silly compatibility tests with you on the palm of his hands. he doesn't remember losing his breath when you hugged him instinctively after you won your first relay in highschool. heeseung doesn't remember the important details.

once upon a time, there was you, that's it. that's his story. that's his beginning and his end, all from you.

heeseung doesn't remember falling for you but he realises that with every passing day, he falls even deeper. it's like going down even after hitting rock bottom. heeseung recalls when you held his hand for a group picture with your middle school friend and his heart exploded into a million butterflies. it's really nothing, just the way your hand fits in his; it's literally five plus five, and yet your touch had him orbiting and ripping his hair out strand by strand when that sensation slipped inside his head every night.

he really believes that you should be more than friends. heeseung believes you should be lovers instead.

but, then again it's all inside his head; and you're too busy being in love with jay to even notice his lovelorn eyes.

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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Have you ever had the desire to write your initials in wet cement?

Ever gone mountain biking?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

What's the right tip?

Have you called a plumber to your home lately?

How superstitious are you?

How much money would it take to make you spend a night at a cemetery?

Do you display this as a trophy?

Do you have a pet?

Do you have a sweet tooth?

Do you believe in the power of a curse?

Have you had your hearing tested lately?

Planning a trip soon?

Can you remember the tallest man you've ever seen?

Do you love to go a-wandering beneath the clear blue sky?

Have you noticed what big star's real estate agent's have become?

Are you careful with your personal records?

Does your computer ever seem to have a mind of it's own?

Have you ever visited a china town section at a major city?

Have you ever visited a flea market?

Have you ever visited a truck stop?

Did you ever had a job as a waiter?

Have you noticed how many successful restaurants are theme based these days?

Does your computer ever seem to have a mind of it's own?

This isn't one of the questions in that section, and I still don't really know what it means, but yes, my computer at various times has:

1) frozen the browser (and crashed the computer) after opening more than a dozen windows of the same browser on different websites

2) crashed the browser (and deleted itself from the list of apps) because it ran out of available memory

3) crashed the browser (and deleted the book I'm reading) because I forgot to tell it to quit the previous window and reopen a new one and keep going to the last window I had open, leaving it with not a single open browser window

4) crash the computer from a sudden loss of memory

5) crash the computer with a message from Google Chrome saying there was an unknown problem and the computer needed to shut down

6) freeze itself from being asked too many questions by a website

7) and finally, of course, immediately after that, after I had a lot of spare memory I didn't know I had, crashed and had to start over from the start when I closed the browser, which deleted itself from the apps list and took some other things with it, and then the browser crashed again, and started deleting things again, and then I had to start over again from the start after that, and then it took a while to figure out that the computer was no longer crashing, and I forgot what happened after that

8) crash the computer by trying to run an.exe from a folder I had downloaded, because I wanted to know what it meant

9) crash the computer by running too many windows in the same browser and I closed one too many windows of the same browser to close the program that had been running that browser and then all of a sudden I had a blank screen with the program that had been running that browser and the only way to get it back to normal was to restart the computer

10) freeze itself for a moment from being asked more questions on a website

Are you careful with your personal records?

I used to keep a daily calendar, but that has gotten old and I have fallen out of the habit, although I recently started using a Toddler to take notes on the calendar-like interface. I have kept a weekly calendar in one case for a while and in another case I tried to write down a list of events and tasks at the beginning of the month and then sorta lost track of it, but that was back when I wasn't a total failure at keeping track of things.

Has a doctor ever told you you might have a neurological problem?

The only doctors who've told me this kind of thing were doctors I knew from my time in college, one of whom told me about a time when I had a headache for several hours and told him he should send me to the hospital right away, and that I might have a tumor, and the other one was more like "you have bad eye vision but that might be due to something else (if I remember what) and anyway you might want to get some new glasses or something, and also maybe you should see a specialist about this stuff."

Do you love to go a-wandering beneath the clear blue sky?

Very much. I have a strong desire to go walking along the ocean whenever I can, even though the Pacific Northwest is not exactly underwater. I guess this is mostly about the desire to hear the sound of the sea, I can't really describe it any other way.

Have you ever visited a china town section at a major city?

Yes. I went to the Chongqing (not to be confused with the Chongqing of the Three Kingdoms/Ten Provinces Wars in the early-to-mid 1700s), and the Dinghai (the name of a nearby town) parts in Tibet.

Do you think your house has a spirit?

Yes, and also sometimes it's the spirit of history, and sometimes it's the spirit of nature, and sometimes the spirit of politics, and sometimes it's the spirit of the people who live in it, and sometimes the spirit of me, and so forth.

Some houses have spirit houses, so there is that to think about. But I do think of my house as having the spirit, in some sense (in the same way that I think I know what the spirit is of the person I live with).

Ever wondered what the ocean's deep blue heart feels?

Sometimes, yes. I've wondered whether there are certain things I have forgotten in my lifetime and will have to rediscover in another lifetime, and whether some of them I might rediscover as I die, and what they would feel like if I could experience them now.

Planning a trip soon?

Next year I want to drive up the coast to Nass Head in Connecticut. This is just a one-step plan that I intend to execute in the next year.

When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

Maybe a year ago. (I told a girlfriend in the fall about last summer that I had decided not to move in with her after all, so I'm counting this as "told a lot of people I loved them." I told my sister that I liked a song she wrote, which seemed sufficient.)

This may count as the same question asked in a slightly different way, depending on which person it is that you're trying to tell.

If someone tells me I should have been their friend as a kid

#I'm a Speck Now #nqqn #speckgate 2015 #speckgate 2015 ended with and I liked that #(not a great review b/c there weren't many things to say except 'there is no way the author could know what she is talking about' and 'how d #maybe you shouldn't even be reading the book. ever. ever. ever')

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deadlyflan · 2 years

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Friend @dandalionbold drew my OCs!

I'm over the moon with gratitude and delight. I've not posted the fanfic where I introduce them, but I've been working in drafts and sharing with dandalionbold. She surprised me with art based on my various Picrew mock-ups of my four turtle girls. I could not be happier!

picrew mock-ups on which she based her art:

Overview

Dinah, Helen, Nina, & Julie: four survivors out of an original control group of 10 'sister' turtles in the basement of TGRI. They grew up as laboratory animals and know the world through educational videos and textbooks, weight-height checks and file folders full of charts.

These turtle girls wore smocks and scrub pants out in the lab, but were expected to turn the clothes back in and submit to contraband check before returning to their room. Faced with a floor to ceiling observation window, the girls' only privacy came from hiding under their blankets.

Once they escape the lab, all of them seek comfort in as much clothing and coverings as possible. In the fullness of time, some of them will relax and treat clothes as functional or fashion choices, but fresh from the lab, cloth is armor against being watched.

Note on colors and hijab

Since I have used various Picrews for my mock-ups, I didn't always get consistent colors or features for my turtle girls. I don't intend for these girls to be specifically color-coded. Nor do i mean to imply that they are traditional or religious hijabis. They do wear loads of layers, scarves, shawls, hoods-up hoodies, headscarves, and hats out of anxiety, but typically the only picrew options for full-body cover are headscarves and hijab. I mean no disrespect in using those options.

Individual bios

Dinah is sickly. In my story, she goes through some intense medical trauma to escape the lab. The effects of that will linger the rest of her life, but she's still very much a people-pleaser. In her mind, there are right answers to everything and she's determined to prove she can be a good girl and get it all correct. At first, too many open-ended questions or ambiguous answers push her to meltdowns. Over time, the TMNT family demonstrates that there are no punishments for 'wrong' answers and Dinah will be more able to handle uncertainty.

Helen is protective. The world is very much divided into "us" versus "them" for Helen. It's her and her sisters against the world. In the lab that was true, and her methods of lying, sneaking, and hoarding food for her sisters helped them all. Outside of the lab, she's going to have a hard time adjusting to a family that is on her side. Her new family frowns on lying, catches her sneaking, and doesn't want her stashing food in weird places. Unsure who the clear enemy is and unbalanced without an obvious threat, Helen will need lots of help feeling safe.

Nina is shy. She's witty and loves nature magazines, but you wouldn't know that to meet her. Only Nina's sisters get to hear her talk in a voice above a whisper. An illness caused her a slight lower leg deformity--nothing drastic, she can still walk--but she's very aware of her limp. She has nightmares about being too slow and about being culled from her group. Nina distrusts new people, but once the guys figure out she likes animal documentaries, they will have a quietly enthusiastic companion slip in and watch from beside the sofa.

Julie is mourning. The girls had 6 other sisters growing up with them. It was crowded and it was loud, but one of those girls was Julie's twin. Julie hasn't spoken out loud since sickness separated them all. At least she, Dinah, Helen, and Nina were reunited--even if Nina came back hurt. Now Julie clings to the sisters she has left. She cries a lot, but she keeps it quiet. She gets bad scores in testing, but nobody seems to expect more. Julie lives for 'lights out' when her sisters will crowd close under the blanket and she can pretend everyone came back.

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