#Hella faded and Hella Elevated

[zevanthsnecromancy]

Hellsing Ultimate in; Seras that wasn't weed

In an attempt to gain praise from dadcard she drank some blood from an ... unusual source in the gettos of London.

[heart4reigns]

SILLY CRUSH, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, inaccurate events

tags: company BONDING TIME!!, stupid silly crushes

summary: who would've thought this big guy had a crush on you?

YOU loved your job. the it girl–your stage name. as corny as it sounds, it describes you. it all started as a joke, this wrestling career of yours. from underground wrestling as a hobby to becoming one of the top faces in the industry, you truly loved what you were doing.

"and here is your winner for the tag team mixed division, the american nightmare and the it girl, cody rhodes and (y/n) (l/n)!" samantha announced your name as you raised your fist up, reclaiming your victory. you looked over at your tag team partner and gave him a smile. it was a tag team match, you were positive that you and cody would win–obviously. the crowd cheers faded as you went backstage to the locker room.

"you did great tonight." cody gave you a big hug and you returned the favor. "thank you, you did great as well! i guess staying up late to practice our choreography went well." the two of you laughed. "wrestlemania 39, what a blast." you huffed out the air, clearly still exhausted. "i'm tired as hell, that table stunt took a toll on my back." "well, see you at the barbecue party tomorrow." cody replied.

ah yes, the barbecue party.

the party was the big boss's idea for the talents to chill and lay back after the big event. you went back to the hotel, greeting the fans with the biggest smile plastered on your face. you reached the hotel, you were waiting for the elevator door to open. you stepped inside, hearing footsteps coming to you. "hold the door, (y/n)!" it was none other than paul heyman and roman reigns. your eyes widened in shock as they stepped inside. roman always seemed untouchable, maybe, just maybe–that was one of the reasons why you were so damn attracted to him.

you've never interacted with the chief himself, only interacting with his wiseman. "thanks!" paul pressed the level 12 button. "we watched your match earlier, you were amazing." the wiseman complimented you. "thank you paul! roman, you were amazing too, the spear to brock... top tier." he didn't respond to your words.

and you were left confused. you've never shit-talked him, never crossed his path, but the way he looked down at you– it was weird. "sorry, he's sort of out of it tonight." paul excused his chief. "oh, no worries! it's funny how we've never talked before, i'm (y/n)!" you reached your arm out, but still–he didn't respond.

"okay then." to your luck, the elevator door opened. "good night paul, good night roman. see you at the barbecue tomorrow!" you smiled at them, waving your hand. you were hella confused at roman's attitude. you never thought that his act on stage (being sort-of an asshole) was him in real life. you brushed it off, not wanting to destroy your night.

the morning after was brutal. your body was practically giving up on its own. it was 07 am in the morning, you opened cody's messages.

cody: good morning, breakfast starts at 8, i'll save you a seat if you wake up late

(y/n): i'm up, see you downstairs!

you took the time to scroll instagram and reposting some of the stories people tagged you on. what caught your attention was a certain someone's story. 'upcoming champion, what a good match.' it was roman's. that was weird, you thought once again. he didn't say anything but yet he mentioned how good you were last night. "jesus, what does this guy want from me?" you were talking to yourself.

you brushed it off and took a shower. after getting dressed, you went downstairs and saw familiar faces in the breakfast area. you spotted cody and he wasn't alone. god, now this guy keeps on crossing my path, you thought. cody was with roman. they were laughing together. "hello, good morning!" you greeted them. roman's laugh stopped and he excused himself from the table.

"what does that guy have on you, (y/n)?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "i do not know and i do not want to know. all about positivity, my man." he chuckled at your response. "saved you some pancakes, cheat day for us." cody passed you the plate of pancakes. "that was so weird, he was fawning over you before you came here." cody paused for a second to take a bite of your pancakes. "damn man, get your own pancakes! and what did he say?"

"he said that you were amazing last night and you looked good in your new gear." your cheeks flushed. "this is so weird to me." you chuckled. "you know he always asked about you every time we're in the gym. like, how to talk to you and all that stuff." this was all new to you. "and you're just telling me this now?" "you said never mention anything about guys asking about you."

so he was asking about you. the roman reigns, was asking about you. of course you were attracted to him, roman was definitely your type. "maybe he likes you that's why he's shy? that's great news, you like him too right?" "oh come on, cody. we're not 12 years old!"

you spent the rest of the day doing interviews, instagram lives, and countless other pr bullshit. with cody, of course. "you ready to go?" he asked. "yup, let's do this." the two of you were on your way to the barbecue party. the house was already crowded when you got there. "here comes the tag team champions!" sami greeted you. "you flatter me so much!" you hugged him.

wrestling was practically acting, once the camera was off, everyone was a different person. the people you fought using chairs and sledgehammers were your friends. well, everyone was a totally different person–except for the tribal chief himself.

there he was, laughing with his cousins and paul standing behind them, talking to the higher ups of the company. you made eye-contact with him, you just smiled and like usual, he didn't respond. this guy will be the death of me, you thought. "i'm grabbing a beer, you want some?" cody asked you. "nah, i'm good."

on the other side of the house, roman was still stealing glances at you. "so, when are you gonna talk to her?" jey elbowed his older cousin. "what?" roman furrowed his brows. "the it girl! you've been eyeing her since she got here. not to mention backstage yesterday, all the 'god, she's so pretty', that was all bark!" his twin joined at the bullying roman reigns conversation. "you know what, if you're not gonna talk to her, watch this."

you saw the twins coming up to you. they were extreme sweethearts. your mood lighten up. "what's up, (y/n)?" you hugged them. "it feels like a very long time since i've seen you two!" jimmy looked over at roman, who was glaring daggers. "right? we need to hang out more."

"what the fuck does your long-haired cousin have against me?" you finally asked the question. "him? he's just shy." you laughed at jey's sentence. "shy? that doesn't add up to his story." the twins smirked. "nah, he's just shy only to you." "and why is that?" you asked again. "because he has a silly stupid crus-" before jimmy could finish his sentence, roman dragged the twins out of the conversation.

that proved jimmy's point. roman did have a silly little crush on you.

"hey, i was talking to them." you complained. "sorry, they tend to embarrass me in front of people." was the first thing that came out of his mouth. "oh, so you speak now?" you teased him. "i'm a nice person." he defended himself. "no nice person gives a stranger a cold shoulder when they're talking." checkmate. "i- i'm sorry?" "apology will be accepted in a form of a conversation between us."

you saw his cheeks reddened. "i saw your story earlier, thanks for the compliment." you gave him a thumbs up. "you're welcome, i was so stunned when i saw your last move. the signature spin you did was amazing, i've never seen it as amazing as last night. your previous spins were also great but last night, it was just so different." he was running his mouth and you were flattered. "sorry, maybe that sounded creepy like i've been paying attention to you or what, i mean i am, but..." roman fucking reigns was nervous.

"you don't have to be nervous around me, i don't bite." you joked. "i'm sorry, i just... like you that much. not in a creepy way, but i admire you." he confessed. "so that's the reason why you've been avoiding me?" "i guess." roman nervously chuckled. "goddamn, me? (y/n) (l/n)? this is better than the tag team championship."

roman was definitely a fanboy of yours. he knew all of your greatest moments. "i can't believe you didn't have the courage to talk to me? i'm literally just some girl from your workplace." you teased him once again. "i think i had too much beer today." he joked. the party was still going and the two of you were kicking it off. "roman, as a matter of fact, i should be the one intimidated by you." you said. "you're a funny guy, i like that." you continued.

"i'd like to apologize for my actions yesterday, i really am intimidated by you, (y/n)." the way he said your name sent shivers down your spine. this man was very very hot and respectful. "no, no. i don't mind! we're talking now and i'm having a good time. been in this industry for a couple of years and i haven't talked to you before... that's quite funny. just because we both were intimidated by each other."

"then you won't be mad if i asked for your number?" "why would i?"

and ever since that, things were going to be great for the two of you.

a/n: I THINK THIS DESERVES A SECOND PART BC I THINK IT'S TOO LONG... also sorry if it's shitty </33

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: the first interview! also hella gay panic from y/n

content warnings: none

word count: 3.1k

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The drive to Wanda’s office was relatively short, as her house was only five minutes from the city. What y/n wasn’t expecting was the massive modern looking building they parked in front of. Honestly, it looked like one of those buildings an evil scientist uses in action films. Privately, y/n thought that Tony could take some advice from Wanda on how to make his own buildings more impressive. 

Y/n was so caught up in her thoughts of modern architecture that she missed Wanda getting out of the car until the woman opened the passenger door and bent down.

“Jesus fucking christ” 

Wanda let out a surprised laugh as y/n placed a hand over her heart and looked at her with wide eyes. “Darling I didn’t mean to scare you, I apologize for the near heart attack.”

“No it’s fine, just leave me here and let me die of a heart attack in peace thank you.” Y/n joked as her heart finally slowed from its erratic beating. Except her stupid heart started beating fast again once her brain realized how close Wanda was to her face. She was looking at y/n with crinkles at the corner of her green eyes, and her lips were turned up into a small smile.

Y/n cleared her throat and moved to get out of the car. She made it to her feet before realizing that Wanda hadn’t stepped back, and they were now standing face to face. Wanda’s head was tilted slightly as y/n froze and after a few seconds of silence, she finally broke eye contact and stepped away. 

“The employee entrance is just this way, and the elevator up to my office is in the center of the building.” Wanda paused as she looked back at y/n, who was still frozen with her hand clenched on the top of the car door. “We’ll need to walk fast to make it to the first interview, so I suggest we move now dear.”

Y/n’s brain finally started working again and she gave Wanda a slightly sheepish grin as she released her grip on the car door and gently shut it. Upon hearing the beep of the car locking and watching Wanda make her way to a metal door on the side of the building, y/n’s feet finally started moving. 

The walk from the employee entrance to the elevator was surprisingly long, the smaller hallway leading out into an open space with a marble reception desk in the center. Wanda smiled at the receptionist when she looked up from her computer, and the girl blushed as soon as she saw her boss walk in. She stammered a good morning with her hands stilled on the keyboard in front of her, and Wanda was waved through the metal detector to the side of the desk. As soon as Wanda’s back was turned as she walked towards the elevators behind the reception desk, the girl looked questioningly at y/n and gave her a quick once over before dismissively waving her through.

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up as she walked through the metal detector and caught up to Wanda, who was now in full CEO mode. She could still feel the stare of the receptionist from behind them, but it soon faded as they walked into the elevator. Wanda pulled a key card from her pocket and swiped it through the card reader before pressing the button for the top floor.

‘Of course her office would be on the top floor. She’s probably richer than Tony is, and way more attractive.’

Ok wow, that thought was really unhelpful, seeing as y/n was now stuck in an elevator with the way more attractive CEO.

‘Stop thinking about how attractive she is.’

Y/n let out a sigh as her brain continued to comment on all the attractive aspects of the woman beside her, and Wanda glanced at her as she slumped against the side of the elevator slightly.

“It’s alright to be nervous, the interviews can be nerve wracking.” Wanda said softly, noticing how y/n’s body straightened automatically once she had spoken. 

“The interviews aren’t the thing making me nervous.” Y/n said as she met Wanda’s eyes, then immediately went rigid with her eyes wide open.

‘Nice going.’

Wanda simply smirked with one eyebrow raised before turning her gaze back to the numbers slowly counting higher. Y/n tried and failed to suppress the embarrassed blush from rising, and dropped her gaze to the floor. Maybe if she didn’t look at Wanda, her brain would start working properly.

Wanda continued to calmly watch the numbers as they counted higher, her hands casually in the pockets of her dress pants, and y/n struggled to remain composed while breathing in the scent of vanilla and hearing the slow, measured breaths beside her. She was focused on breathing at the same pace as Wanda, when the elevator suddenly dinged, throwing off y/n’s breathing pattern and making her heart race once more.

Wanda stepped smoothly off the elevator, heels clacking on the floor as y/n scrambled to  follow. The redhead started to point to different doors lining the large hallway and mentioned each employee who was working within them, with some of the offices already having occupants who waved as they walked past. Their names were engraved onto a small metal sign next to the door, so y/n quickly memorized the order and the names of each person as they walked. 

At the end of the hall stood a door that looked identical to the other ones, but the name on the sign read Wanda Maximoff. Y/n stared at the sign as Wanda unlocked the door and opened it, before placing her hand on y/n lower back to gently lead her inside.

“The first interview is in 5 minutes” Wanda said as she turned on multiple lamps around the room, before walking over to her desk and setting her bag on top of it. Y/n nodded as she glanced around at the room, taking in the large windows and comfortable couches in the center. Once she was done admiring the interior design of the office, she looked back at Wanda, who had taken off her outer jacket and was walking towards her with a stack of papers in her hands. 

Wanda handed her the papers, before grabbing a pen and notepad from the small table near one of the couches. “Each packet holds all the necessary information you’ll need for each person we’re interviewing today.” She nodded at the paper on the top of the stack, and y/n started to skim through the information.

Wanda sat down on one of the couches with one leg comfortably crossed over the other, and y/n absentmindedly sat down across from her as she read about the man coming in for the first interview.

The packet showed a picture of a blond man with a name underneath it. 

‘Elijah isn’t a very moanable name’

Thanks brain, y/n thought as she continued to read about the man, noting that he had been a dominant for around three years. His type of dominant style included a lot of rope and what looked like very uncomfortable positions. 

Something must have shown on y/n’s face, because Wanda sat forward slightly and spoke quietly. “Not every person we interview will be the right one for you, we’re going to be looking at a lot of different types of people today.”

Y/n smiled, slightly relieved. She really didn’t want to be hung up from the ceiling with rope, and she glanced through the rest of the first packet before placing it at her side. Wanda was writing something on her phone, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as her fingers moved quickly across the screen. Y/n absentmindedly noted how pretty the rings on Wanda’s hands were, and was imagining Wanda taking them off slowly when a brisk knock sounded from the door.

‘Cockblocked from my own imagination, how typical.’

Wanda finished typing and set her notepad and phone down on the seat beside her, before standing up and looking directly at y/n. “Ready?” She questioned as she moved towards the door, eyes still on y/n. 

Y/n took a deep breath before nodding and giving what she hoped was an enthusiastic smile. “Ready as I'll ever be.”

With y/n’s affirmative answer, Wanda turned the doorknob and opened the door, stepping to the side as she greeted the man with a firm handshake and an easy smile.

“Elijah, meet y/n.” Wanda gestured towards a chair between the couches as she reclaimed her seat. The blond man, no Elijah, stopped in front of y/n as he reached out his hand. Y/n shook it firmly while maintaining eye contact as the man introduced himself and sat down in the offered chair. 

She risked a glance over at Wanda, who had a pen uncapped in her relaxed grip. The woman was watching her as Elijah made himself comfortable in the chair. Y/n looked back towards the man as Wanda spoke.

“Why don’t you tell y/n a little bit about your experience as a dominant, and what type of submissive you’re looking for.” Wanda kept her eyes on y/n as Elijah began to speak.

“I started my journey in the BDSM community around three years ago. I had always thought it would be interesting to learn about so I signed up for one of the classes offered here.” Elijah nodded towards Wanda as he continued, “The class I took was an introductory one, but it made me realize that I wanted to be a dominant so I started taking classes more regularly. In these classes I learned about different types of styles a dominant could take. After my first class on rope bondage I found my passion and what type of dominant I wanted to be.”

Elijah continued to speak about his experience being a dominant in the community and what type of submissives he had in the past, while Wanda watched y/n’s reactions.

He mentioned some of the more elaborate rope techniques he had tried, and y/n’s eyes slowly widened. He described one of the scenes he demonstrated for an event and her hands started to fidget with the hem of her shirt. Wanda noticed y/n as subconsciously leaning away from Elijah as he spoke, with her feet facing towards Wanda instead of the man next to her.

Wanda noted the way that the girl held direct eye contact with Elijah, something in her gaze telling Wanda that y/n didn’t want to relinquish what little control she had of the interview. Wanda wrote something down, and y/n glanced quickly at her after catching the movement from the corner of her eye.

Y/n watched Wanda scrawl across the page in neat handwriting, before shaking herself back into reality and once again making eye contact with the man across from her. He was saying something about which types of knots he used for different scenes, and y/n nodded along while Wanda occasionally wrote something down.

Eventually, Elijah ran out of things to say and y/n let out a soft breath that Wanda recognized as relief. Y/n slowly stood up and offered her hand again to the blond, who had mirrored her actions and was also standing. 

“It was really nice to meet you Elijah, thank you for the interview.” Y/n once again gripped the man's hand in a solid yet brief handshake, and walked him to the door. Elijah gave Wanda a short nod of his head as a goodbye before the door snicked shut. 

Y/n slowly turned to Wanda, who had recapped her pen and was now staring intently at her, one leg crossed over the other. Y/n fidgeted in the silence, before finally making her way to the couch and sitting across from Wanda once again.

“I didn’t really vibe with him.”

Wanda let out a bark of laughter as she replied, “Darling I knew that from the moment you started reading his file.” She sat back and watched y/n’s face morph into confusion.

“If you knew I didn’t like him, then why did we have the interview?”

Wanda exhaled slowly as she tapped her pen against the notepad in her lap, making y/n notice that she had neatly scrawled a bulleted list. Wanda’s lips turned up into a smile as y/n grew even more confused.

“Why are there so many notes?” Y/n couldn’t fathom that Wanda found Elijah interesting enough to write down notes for almost half a page.

Wanda chuckled lightly before turning the pad around so y/n could read what she had written. “These are notes on you my dear.” Y/n’s expression grew even more confused so Wanda explained.

“I know Elijah, he has been a part of this community for three years now and I know what type of dominant he is. You however, I don’t know as well. Therefore, all my notes are about your reactions to the interviewee.” She waited until y/n nodded her head with understanding in her eyes before pointing to the first note she made.

“You don’t like excessive rope usage, so any dominant with that as their forte is automatically out of the running. You also felt intimidated by Elijah’s firm grip, which tells me that you prefer someone who is a bit more gentle.” Wanda stopped when y/n opened her mouth to speak, the words spewing out in a rushed fashion.

“I wasn’t intimidated, I just think the whole I’m more dominant than you thing was a bit over the top. And I think ropes are just fine, but it was the only thing he had to offer!” Y/n let out a sharp breath at the end of her rant, and glared at the pen that Wanda once again writing with.

“What now?” Y/n crossed her arms and sat back on the couch as Wanda finished writing and looked back up at her. The redhead raised an eyebrow at the girl's defiant pose and turned the pad around so y/n would see what she had written.

“So you do like restraints then?”

Y/n’s face took on an adorable blush as she stuttered out a response. “I mean, sure, like I guess. It could be fun and yeah I’ve imagined some things with restraints and stuff but I don’t want them included every time I have sex.” The girl took in a shaky breath as she looked everywhere but Wanda’s face, before the tapping of her pen drew y/n’s eyes back to the paper. 

“And you do like someone with a dominant personality, but not someone who only uses it as an ego booster or a way to somehow prove they’re better than you.” Y/n could only stare at the paper. Wanda had read her like a book, and it was infuriating.

“How do you do that?” Y/n gestured to the paper as she raised her eyes to meet Wanda’s, her heart thudding at the intense eye contact. Wanda simply smiled as she sat back and said calmly, “I’m very good at reading people.” 

‘Yeah no shit’

“Well you’re obviously not that good, because you didn’t realize that I don’t even like men.”

Then y/n’s brain caught up to her mouth and she snapped her jaw shut so fast that even Wanda could hear the sound of her teeth clacking sharply together. Wanda simply raised her eyebrows as she uncapped her pen and wrote yet another thing down on the list.

“You also get defiant and bratty when someone attempts to exert control over you, but that's nothing that a proper punishment can’t fix.” Wanda stared into y/n’s eyes, and smiled victoriously as the girl's blush came back in full force. 

Y/n refused to look at Wanda, embarrassed at being read so easily by an almost complete stranger and mortified that she had spoken so aggressively. She clasped her hands tightly in her lap with her jaw clenched, until the silence became unbearable. Y/n raised her head to find Wanda’s eyes still on her, watching calmly.

Once she had y/n’s full attention back, Wanda spoke. “I understand that this is going to be difficult, but I am very good at my job and I will use my skill set at reading people to help you find someone most suited to you.” She raised her hand when y/n opened her mouth, her eyes taking on a dangerous glint at the almost interruption.

“As for your preference of women, we can easily make these interviews available only to female dominants. But, had you told me your sexuality before the interviews we could have eradicated this problem before it started. I need you to be completely honest with me darling, I can’t help you if there isn’t open communication between us.” Wanda took in y/n’s folded arms and noticed the way that she had buried herself into the couch in embarrassment, before sighing and drawing y/n’s attention back to her.

“There are plenty of queer women in this community, myself included.” At those words, y/n’s head snapped up and she looked directly at Wanda, shock written all over her face. Wanda simply smiled and brought her phone out before navigating to the spreadsheet with all the interviews. In a few short clicks, she had removed all of the male interviewees from the list and showed her screen to y/n. 

Y/n was still staring in shock as her eyes glanced from the screen to Wanda, who’s smile had turned into a smirk as she watched her.

‘Oh my god she’s gay’

Y/n realized her mouth was still slightly open and snapped it closed again, regaining her composure. She sat up and uncrossed her arms, before running a hand through her hair and looking into Wanda’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry for snapping, and for not being honest about not liking men.” She waited until Wanda looked satisfied before continuing. “I honestly thought that you already knew, since you’re so good at reading people.”

Wanda nodded her head. “I did have my assumptions about your sexuality, but those were assumptions. I included both men and women in these interviews because we hadn’t discussed which one you would prefer. I was waiting for you to tell me your preference.” With that, she glanced again at the spreadsheet before looking back up at y/n. 

“The next interview isn’t for another 45 minutes, I suggest you go through the pile of all the interviewees and recycle all the ones that include men.” Then, Wanda’s smirk came back in full force and her eyes sparkled as they bore into y/n’s. “Let’s see which dominatrix can get you the most flustered before the end of the day.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, and she started sorting through the papers in her lap as Wanda sat back, smirking at her from the other couch and returning her attention back to her phone.

Y/n already knew the answer to Wanda’s question, and it was pounding over and over again like an anthem in her head.

‘You.’

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[castlebyersafterdark]

It’s so intriguing how Joseph Quinn entered ST for one season and already has a burgeoning career way stronger than any of the actors who’ve been here for a decade (he’s in a quiet place, the fantastic four, gladiator II, a major alex garland A24 war film, a major elevated horror film, and more to come). It’s like damn, where’s this energy for any of the other cast members? agents, please step up 😤

especially noah’s agent. noah should’ve landed roles post ST2 just like finn did early on

Oh gosh I forgot about that man but yeah, he seems to be popping OFF with big roles. Marvel lead???? Wild. I never could have predicted that one but good for him. I know that Stranger Things has really long filming demands but others have managed to do big roles as well. Not gonna pretend I know that much about the intricacies of all their filming decisions, but it's certainly interesting. I really don't know why Noah wasn't in more (better) stuff in conjunction with ST but maybe it's what his family decided?

now this is all interesting because i agree with vinny about noah's post-ST career. ST is something of a bubble; did you see that parody where it was called 'the worlds favourite TV show every three years' ? basically, most people - the industry peeps who make things happen and the viewing public - forget about the show until a new season comes out. its a cultural phenomenon rather than a stalwart, and i think it's going to continue to generate a loyal fanbase for decades to come, much like nerd classics like star trek. i can totally see this cast coming back again and again for reunion cons but not necessarily having varied, successful careers.

i think they are great actors in ST, but something about the ensemble cast and the magic of the show is what works for me. everything i've seen anyone do outside of ST has been disappointing tbh. i thought finn had quiet beauty in Saving the World, but if I saw that and didnt know who he was, I probably wouldnt think he was a giant star or follow his career. The youngest actors especially, in s1 and s2 they threw so much of themselves into the roles that I believe these characters now belong to them, are part of them. (Imagine: it's 2050, and Stranger Things is being rebooted. I can see Finn and Noah coming back for cameo roles, Mr Clarke or something, and old fans going wild.)

But I don't feel that way with B characters like Eddie/Joe Quinn. You have to consider that he was hella charismatic and is considered a good actor, period, not just within the show: he's a seasoned british theatre actor with roots in the biz. he's sort of like what jonathan bailey is to bridgerton, getting all the roles despite his castmates being super talented too. it speaks volumes about the kind of characters that the general public want to see + that the industry is willing to write. we've seen the steddie fandom here: joe has one hell of a demographic lapping up his stuff, and he's riding a fame wave of hot white twenty-something male, similar to Paul Mescal... and considering how fast pop culture/hollywood moves these days, I wouldnt be surprised if he too fades away after a few years of great success (like J. Law). He could also fuck it up with one wrong comment and get cancelled within the year lol. It's just so hard to predict.

but vinny was probably right on with noah being young - child stars rarely expand beyond one franchise/film while theyre that small due to legal filming limits and school commitments etc, and because theres so few child roles in hollywood. so comparing a young noah's talent and career with joe quinn's, who was an adult when he joined ST, doesnt really make sense.

+ this isnt really on topic but i personally would prefer them to fade and be happy and healthy than grind away and become jaded by the industry or have many flops. i already think finn worked too hard as a teen and has basically developmentally lived his twenties before his teen years, and is now sort of going back to that teen mindset and experimenting with music and chilling and doing things a teen should. when he said he had abandoned his career goals to focus on personal ones like 'being comfortable in my own skin', i rejoiced and also cursed the whole fame thing for just being so fucked up. his goal is to be 'a happy and healthy older person' - i mean, that made me cry dude. the implications and subtext of that statement! and people are out here thinking they should all be happy and fine cos theyre rich and have fancy cars and all these fans. like, tell me you don't know anything about what it means to be human. 🙄

Excellent points and discussions, all very real. Agreed. Thank you !! ❤️❤️

[arson-jellyfish69]

There aren't enough SCP 070 appreciation, the guy got high and woke up with metal wings the next day

I remember I made a meme about him a year ago, bro woke up in a sketchy junkyard after getting elevated and Hella faded and went 'hm, ok normal'

[lyrics724]

Coyote

[Intro: Skrizzly Adams] I’ve been on the hunt so long now And I ain’t ever lost my way Runnin’ like a dog through the moonlight [Verse 1: Chris Webby] Yeah they say I’m undomesticated I see a shot and never hesitate it The laws of nature was the way that I was educated Elevated, hella faded, mental problem medicated Underrated, highly emulated Still accelerated through it Line of sight and shoot…

[awesomeface]

CHIPMUNK... TAKE OVER 🤬🤬🤬🤬 Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream" Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and ma

[stray-tori]

TPN S02E09 - Initial Thoughts (anime-only)

[ Reaction video w/ captions/subs ] we collectively have a breakdown about the pen, please enjoy it pff-

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... hmmm... yeah I... ain’t feeling it. I think my tpn feelings overall are carrying this more than anything pff. I didn’t hate it, it was just...... mediocre... like if this wasn’t tpn, I probably would have dropped it at this point.

BUT IT IS TPN SO LET’S GIVE SOME THOUGHTS.

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. Random thoughts I don’t want to re-arrange

when Emma was like “share your pain with us!!”, I liked how Norman turned to Ray like “Ray. help. tell her I’m right” kind of like Ray did in s1 pfff-

Norman cried the words he didn’t allow himself to say in s1 :( I’M EMOTIONAL. it might not be the icing on the cake execution wise but GOD MY HEART. And knowing he’s going to die to it’s just- (well not if the pen has something to say about it but more about that later)

where- wheres my trio hug :((( RAY HUG THE CHILD NOW

it’s interesting that while Emma got the entire emotional speech spotlight, only Ray got a reaction shot to “I won’t live long”?? equivalent.... exchange...?

I thought Norman had a seizure when he broke down in front of Emma and Ray and I kinda wish he had because while it’s good to have him say it outright (a win for communicationnn), imagine THE ANGST. “I want to live with yo- *coughs up fountains of blood*”.

So. yknow that hideout Cislo or Vincent referenced when talking to Emma and Ray. Yknow where Norman hid the children they stole from farms, making it look like demons did it? ... w-what about them? will we see them? Are they getting left behind? it would have worked for Norman’s plan, since all they had to do was stay put and wait for demons to be yeeted. But now... he’d have to take them all too. But... I doubt we’re gonna introduce a bunch of new designs and characters? Or are we? Who knows. I don’t. I have unreasonably amount of protecc feelings for those children I’ve never even seen haha- WHERE ARE THEY. I mean... the plan rn is to immediately use the gate right? or is the plan to eradicte the GF farm staff and higher ups? I guess if thats the plan it might work. Or I guess the plan is to save Phil for now???

the idea of Sonju just... slicing his arm and throwing it at demons in a loop sounds so funny to me please someone make that.

I liked that Mujika turned to the lambda kids after giving a cup to the demon children but then we didn’t see their reaction or anything and then it cuts to the temple??? that was weird. was there sth missing there? confusion.

I also like Isabella remarking "[a radio] was supposed to be there" regarding the shelter, because it further heavily implies they know of the shelters and just let them be. Which further confirms that they should have just reframed the shelter and had the kids escape from it quickly but oH WELL.

I really liked demon Emma apologizing and Norman's reaction to that. it was a sweet little moment and like, the realization of apologizing for something that she didn't do but is aware of and all that. Cycle of hatred and all that shiz hell ye. Ik the anime won't rly delve into that but I kind of relish in the angst potential of the village - sure it was undone but some were still eaten and died and transforming people back won't bring those back. So, that’s some hella terrifying implications for families; and I'm assuming Norman is aware of those so. guilt time! not that he wasn't aware it was bad but yeah- I teared up at that moment :<<

I feel like this season really does its best when it’s doing the whole two worlds/species angle. Mujika and Sonju, the village, demon and human Emma... all that stuff.

I wish we had gotten more time (god this is really the season’s downfall) thought to see Vylk talk to the GF kids more often. it’s implied he told them not to hang out there before but I would have liked to have him show up a few more times before that but yeah. Runtime very RIP.

I also feel like CW is bending over backwards to put cliffhangers at the end of episodes. that was already a problem in s1 when they had Phil come in when Don and Gilda were in Isabella's room. it was obvious it'd be a copout but they still did it. I'm just wondering why we had to have Vincent disagree with the group to this extend (and if the shock value might play a part in that). we have 2 more episodes, why are they introducing more plot threads? Just streamline it you dofuses. I just don't know what good can come of it unless it's like an ultra big brain move to help them?? (and then we're back with the forcing cliffhangers thing) - if it's actual conflict, this'll just make things more confusing and clustered, and we don't have time for that right now imo. But who knows maybe it plays into something I just don't understand yet and it'll work out somehow

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. Animation flow kinda dead.

I felt like this episode was kind of... awkwardly executed whenever something that was a slightly dynamic movement happened?

The whole bit while Emma is walking up to Norman could have been better, but it’s passable, except that a lot is spelled out for us.

But then she takes his hand really weirdly in a far away shot with bad inbetween timing?? what is that haha-

Or him collapsing is cut really weirdly. you barely really see it, you just kinda piece it together from Emma’s reaction and her catching him.

Most facial expressions are good though, which is arguably the more important part in this scene. I feel like a better execution just would have elevated it even more.

The only one I felt was really awkward in its entirety is Barbara’s scene with the children demons. I felt like that was in particular kind of stiff and the cut between the child and her was too sudden and felt jarring. TPN anime doesn’t really do that sort of stuff a lot, so imo it’s kind of “??” when they do it. With Norman it was too, but that at least had a good transition over to it (with bg and fg panning) and nice animation. Barbara’s just kind of switched. Tbh don’t switch it out, and as the child screams, switch over to her facial expression as her own voice fades into the scream? I think that would have done it too and also be low effort.

I think it’s moreso the flow of the shots than the actual shots though? it’s a bit too fast paced and sometimes missing inbetweens (like the wild demon eating sonju’s hand is literally just 2 frames) - it’s very weird. It’s jarring, but I can’t really explain why.

I’m sorry for the staff, I’m sure the production hasn’t been easy. maybe with the bluray release we’ll get some updated animations/inbetweens.

Some appreciation though:

as mentioned, most of the facial expressions, even if the body language was a bit stiff.

the cut from the trio talking to the eye-transition of the demon and the following breath animation looked nice. Also his arm regenerating!

Sonju smirking as he cuts his arm off, what a bastard

they didn’t have to show Vylk’s arm regenerating casually while they’re talking but they did.

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. the lambda crew

If only I cared about you guys. Hahhh it’s just... introducing characters so close to the end is just. A mess. A recipe for disaster.

Where has the anime’s “show off the younger kids” angle gone? I thought they were always pretty good at that. but they haven’t really contributed anything since the whole tidbit about the older children always eating less for them. And even then it was just Lani and Thoma.

Potentially, what segments we saw in the shelter will come back for the GF raid thematically but I’m just... EH?

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. the cure pen

at this point, just stick a syringe part at the end of the stick and just inject it and it’s gonna solve everything probably.

I just don’t understand why that needed to happen. Assuming they go to the human world, it’d be perfectly acceptable for me for medicine to be so advanced that it’d be able to like, lessen their symptoms and significantly improve their lifespan.

Don’t just... REMOVE their struggles. It’s okay to not be normal and cured. it’s okay for their lives to be impacted by it going forward. In fact, I’d much prefer that.

(added in later) OH wait they literally spell out why the cure being in the pen is meaningful - because it opens up a path where they can live through not having annihilated all the demons - it's essentially the moral "reward" for not killing them. Since they probably wouldn't have gotten it if they did that. I still think it wasn't needed and the blueprint on its own would suffice for another pen-convinience moment but I kind of get what they're going for, I just don't think it's worth it . In their case, going to the human world (while they don't know it) means having more medical expertise at their disposal which they can then use to survive. UNLESS they're actually not welcome over there and have to hide or something, in that case... that might be hard, true. I guess I'll come back to think about this once it's over. For now, it feels kind of unearned and it wouldn’t even have to be this way in my eyes which makes it somewhat worse.

But good, let’s say in-universe you need it NOW, then at least don’t put??? the medicine??? recipe??? INTO the hologram.

What if they just checked the GF blueprint and Norman goes “hey, Vincent... do you think this [database/archive room] could have some data on our experiments?” - Norman said he tried to develop a drug to help them but the supporters who had that data were purged. but... they had Smee to help them too. But SOMEHOW, a dude from 15 years ago just HAS the cure??? (at least let Norman develop it himself and have the data be just THE DATA and not the recipe).

It might still check out somewhat??

15+ years ago, James Ratri was assumingly still the gatekeeper since the switch to Peter seems somewhat recent considering his big "era of James has ended" speech.

I guess the implication is that just like Smee => Krone => Norman, a supporter all that time ago gave random person the pen when they escaped.

When Vylk found him, he also had just the data medium of the pen (not the entire pen), so maybe the farm thought they eliminated it and that’s why they didn’t change their methods to not work with those drugs anymore? It's still a bit curious that their experimentation hasn't changed at all in 15 years but maybe that's because they keep killing the smart people instead of making them scientists to research for them :D

Somewhere since those 15 years, Smee gave Krone the pen (probably a few years before she got to GF?), which means that at that point the gate the keyword "future" sent them to, was still in tact when Smee gave Krone the pen. Maybe WM wasn't discovered yet at that point?

then WM got discovered, James was chased. He made that phonecall update and was probably eventually killed, along with the human location (and likely bunkers since they knew a radio was supposed to be there, begs the question why they didn't remove it) being discovered (the one with the future keyword) and the gate there being destroyed.

The problem is just that it can make sense when you think about it for way too long and assume things in good-faith, but it still feels unearned.

Maybe I would care more or this would feel a little more earned if we knew ANYTHING about that person? They seemed fairly young, so it’s probably not Minerva/James Ratri. The “hope” talk reminded me of the book in the shelter, but I’m not sure if that checks out either? The cookies were rotten but not completely. I know cookies hold out relatively long, but would they rly not be completely rotten after 15 years? I MEAN. Maybe not. Who knows. I tried to google it but didn’t find anything. 

But anyway. That tidbit is going into my “shelter kids OC project” I guess.

But even if the worldbuilding makes sense, I think the data set in itself makes little sense?? How did they find that pen part? Did a supporter give it to them? Why do they have the cure? Clearly their group of escapees wasn’t doing too hot (#help) and they seemed relatively young too so they probably couldn’t have worked in the farm.

Were the shelter escapees lambda escapees? but if that was the case, wouldn’t the WM group have secured the cure information more properly than in just one pen (maybe it was and those were just destroyed, to be fair) - it’s just WEIRD to put the cure for Lambda experiments on the same blueprint as the GF layout??? that makes so little sense.

Plus, why would you send them to GF, when it’s so secured and all that, and not just send them to the human support place our GF kids were sent with the “future” keyword, which had a gate. Maybe it didn’t exist 15 years ago (that the humans had control over it, that is), but even then it seems weird to me to imply to send them to GF instead of one of the other gates that existed. I mean. The “future” location’s gate wasn’t destroyed when Krone got the pen right?

I’m guessing maybe it was meant as help for escaping? But then again, why the cure? I guess if they met lambda experiments? I’m just confused.

Also: do we just accept that the layout of GUARDS and SECURITY MEASURES has not changed in 15 years???

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*sigh* welp. Still looking forward to seeing some stuff with Isabella hopefully. Time... is not on their side and it shows. Neither run-time wise nor production wise.

[exhausted-dog-mom]

Another Underwater (2020) fanfic

After rewriting the entire movie once, I was commissioned to write it again, but with more focus on the character Paul. And, by more focus, I mean pain. Poor guy takes all the hits in this one. Again, the full fic is available on my Patreon and the first 1k or so is available down below.

             The lights went out. Everything went out.

           Paul reached out instinctively, grabbing Norah before she could fall to the floor. The elevator was shaking, some outside force making its rage known and every nerve in his body started screaming ‘nope’ on repeat. He’d seen enough monster movies to know where this was going. He looked at the gooey pink abomination that had tried to eat him where it lay lifeless on the ground.

           “This better not be some Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea shit, man.” The words left his mouth almost of their own accord, his favorite coping mechanism rearing its convenient head as he leaned against the metal wall of the elevator. He screamed, laughing lamely at the way everyone laughed and definitely didn’t wince when Norah smacked him in the ribs for his efforts. “I’m just kidding, but it does sound like there’s something out there. This might not be a good time to ask,” he pointed his flashlight at the creature where it now lay on the floor. “Is that a baby?”

           He just had to jinx it. Sound carried better in water. That meant whatever the hell was screaming bloody murder out there could be far away. Right? There was no way it was right outside, listening in on his bad jokes and waiting for the perfect opportunity to scare the shit out of them…right? Swallowing thickly, he joined the others in searching the only window, his heart sinking right down to his toes as he caught a glimpse of familiar pink tentacle just before they disappeared into the black.

           Holy shit. Was that the Kepler?

           The rig had finally exploded, the burning ball of fire illuminating a human head. That was a human! It was! There was no way it wasn’t! Paul was a human, so he knew what humans looked like!

           His terror in the face of the humanoid shadow was very quickly replaced by the equally scary knowledge that the elevator was falling. Very fast. Too fast.

           They were all gonna die.

           His body moved as though on autopilot, his panic somehow distant and all encompassing. They all crammed into the pressure chamber, not at all willing to suffer the same fate as poor Rodrigo, his insides on the outside where nobody should have to see them. If they could get completely submerged in water before the elevator turned coffin hit the seafloor, they’d have a chance. A slim one, but it wasn’t zero.

           When they did hit the ground, the only thing that reminded him he wasn’t actually dead was the throbbing pain in his ribs and left knee. Well, the pain and the rain of rubble, of course. Pieces of Kepler fell from the sky—was there a sky underwater?—and they all ran for their lives, the soft orange glow of the maintenance pipeline’s entrance mocking them in the distance. Things—humany things—swam past him in the water, the memory of the face hugging little shit attacking his helmet too fresh to set aside completely. His suit was heavy, and his legs were fighting him with every step, but he couldn’t stop. Norah was right in front of him, trying her best with her skinny toothpick legs. Little Paul’s fuzzy felt ear rubbed against his chin and he was filled with determination.

           He looked up—why? what possessed him to look up?—and saw a huge piece of something plummeting down, down, down…

           Right at Norah.

           Well, shit.

           A fire roared to life inside his gut—he’d better get a six pack out of this—and he increased his speed, rushing toward his friend and pushing her with all his strength. She fell over, her pained grunt coming across the comms and filling him with guilt right before the universe filled him with pain.

           Ow.

           Hands pulled him to his feet, his body moving on its own as his vision spun. Being smacked with station parts really knocked the breath out of him and he was having some serious trouble getting it back. Was air supposed to taste funny? He smacked his lips and licked at the inside of his mouth, trying to dispel the sudden dryness that filled what felt like his entire respiratory system. Gross. Norah’s voice cut through the haze and suddenly he could breathe again, and he did. Greedily. Like he’d never breathed before nor would he again.

           “Oh,” he crooned, tongue once again mothing before his brain could stop it. “Oxygen, you sweet, sweet nectar.”

           Distantly, he was aware of his friends talking above his head. Something something fumes, blah blah scrubber. He was too busy breathing to worry about it.

           “Hey,” he said dazedly as people started moving beyond his still fuzzy line of sight. “You saw the monsters, right? I’m not crazy, there were monsters out there.”

            Norah’s face came into sudden focus, the obviously fake smile doing nothing for his pounding heart. “Hey, calm down, buddy. It’s gonna be ok. We’re inside now, alright? We made it.”

           Right. Right. They made it.

           Some of the concern on his best friend’s face faded as his breathing evened out, but it came right back when he started coughing. His ribs screamed in protest with every push of his diaphragm, his head pounding in tandem. He leaned his head back and let out a long, bereaved moan.

           “Worst day off, ever.”

           That got him a few chuckles—even from the Captain, yay!—and he let himself relax.

           Naturally, their har earned moment of respite didn’t last long. The mover got them pretty far down the pipeline, but they soon reached a section of tunnel that was submerged in water. The faithful little machine sadly couldn’t carry them through it, so they had to get up and walk.

           Joy of joys.

           He did not want to put his helmet back on. Now that his brain wasn’t completely oxygen starved, he knew what would happen if he went back into the enclosed space of his suit. His scrubber was broken, but not completely nonfunctional. While the others would be breathing recycled oxygen, he was now officially signed up for the hella exclusive oxygen+ plan!

           Whoo!

           The universe hated him.

[yet-another-fan-girl9]

Inhuman (5)

Summary: All beings in the universe have a soulmate except for Midgardians. People can hear their soulmate in their heads. For almost five hundred and fifty years, Loki believed that he had no soulmate until 1513 when a Midgardian princess was born. Will fate be kind to them or will the universe tear them apart?

Warnings: violence, language, hella historical inaccuracies (I tried to do research but then got lazy), maybe some AOS spoilers(?)

Word Count: ~3000

A/N: This one is short because I’m busy getting ready to move into my college dorm!

[Upstate New York, May 2024]

“You may be wondering why I summoned you all here.” The Avengers looked at your group in silence. “Wow,” Max continued. “I’ve always wanted to say that.”

“He’s lying,” you said and everyone’s eyes landed on you. You tried to ignore Loki but it was hard with the unexplainable tugging. Was it really unexplainable, though? “I’m actually the one who summoned you.”

“Technically it was me through the AI,” Liam cut in.

“Oh, hush up.” You waved him off. “We have something important to talk about.”

“Yes, we do.” Steve stood up. “You have a lot to talk about.”

“Wait, I recognize you,” the Black Widow said and looked Izzy up and down. “You were the flower shop girl. Of fucking course. You work together. That’s why we couldn’t find her after she killed the Senator.” The female Avenger put her face in her hands.

“That guy with the bright lights isn’t with you, is he?” the one you recognized as the Valkyrie crossly scanned your group.

“Arthur as well as the Senator are old news, we have some more pressing matters at hand.”

“Like how you were in a car crash, a bad one,” Bucky pointed out. “Yet you don’t seem injured at all.”

“And how you killed the Kree Reaper,” Thor added.

“Like how you broke into the compound,” Stark said. “How do you keep doing that?”

“Like how you’re still alive?” Loki’s voice sent shivers up your spine. It had been so, so long. It took everything to stay in place. You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath before continuing.

“Let’s backtrack to the Kree, what did you call it? Reaper?” You looked at everyone in the room except for Loki.

“Alright, let’s talk about the Kree.” Steve crossed his arms. “I’m sure you know why they’re here.”

“For us.” You gestured at your group. “They’re here to kill the weak Inhumans and bring the strong ones back to Hala.”

“I’m sorry, Inhumans?”

“You don’t know? It should be in S.H.I.E.L.D’s files.”

“We kinda distanced ourselves from S.H.I.E.L.D. after it fell years ago,” Stark said.

“Well, I thought Coulson would have told you.”

“The son of Coul died long ago.” Thor pointed at Loki who you only saw out of the corner of your eye. “This one stabbed him.”

“Yes, I know he never stopped talking about it. That really started a whole shit chain of events, you know. Anyways, we were talking about Inhumans.”

“Are we up for a history lesson?” Banner asked.

“Sure, crash course in Inhumans. Thousands of years ago, Kree came to Earth with the task of creating bioweapons. They experimented on some people, yada yada, I’m not a biologist. It created a gene in humans that would change when exposed to Terrigen crystals. Anyways, there was an Inhuman revolution led by some guy named Alv… Er, Alvin? No, uh… led by some guy called Hive. Then the Inhumans teamed up with regular humans to banish Hive to another planet. Some Inhumans stayed loyal to him, though and created an organization that would later become Hydra, but that’s another story.” Steve and Bucky looked at each other. “Then, Inhumans just kinda… faded, I guess, when access to Terrigen crystals became challenging. There was a whole accident with Terrigen crystals contaminating fish or whatever. Thank your pal Coulson for that. Now we’re here. The end.”

“And you’re an Inhuman,” Loki said.

“Yes,” you quietly replied and finally looked at him. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest if you didn’t run to him. He crossed his arms and looked away.

“The Blue Man Group is here for the Inhumans?” Stark asked.

“Yep,” you confirmed, popping the ‘p.’ “So we’re here to ask for your help.”

“You need our help?” He gestured at the rest of the Avengers. “Our asses got handed to us when we went up against them. You went up against one, after a car crash, and you look… great.”

“Fine, then we’ll help you. But first, we need to make a deal.” They nodded at you to go on. “We help you to get rid of the Kree, and afterwards, you leave us alone.”

“You know we can’t do that,” Steve said.

“Then we’ll take down the Kree, without you. The public will see that the Avengers can’t handle a couple of Kree Reapers…”

“Is that a threat? It feels like a threat.”

You shrugged. “It’s my people being targeted. It’s my people who are going to fight before the fucking Kree hurt someone.” You gestured to your group and turned to leave.

“Wait!” You turned back around. “Wait,” Loki continued. “Don’t leave. I accept your offer. You help us against the Kree, and we will leave you alone. Just don’t leave. Please.”

“Slow down there, Reindeer Games,” Stark stepped in. “You’re the last person to make decisions for this team.”

Loki glared at him and then reluctantly turned to his brother for back up.

“Well, I suppose we could think about the offer a bit longer,” Thor said slowly. “Get into the details of the agreement.”

You didn’t have more fucking time. The Kree could strike at any moment.  You had to act now, so you would. There was no point in more arguing though.

“Fine, you take all the time you need.”

“But the Kree will—” You shot a sharp glare at Max to quiet him.

“Take all the time you need to figure out all of the terms and conditions of our agreement. Meanwhile, I will go back home and—”

“You can stay here. In the compound. Everyone else too”

Everyone looked at Loki, now. A mixture of glares and shocked stares on everyone’s faces. You cocked your head and studied him.

“Again,” Stark sighed. “Last person to be making decisions.” Then he looked at your small group. “But I guess we can find some space for you guys.”

“One problem,” Max spoke up. “We don’t have any of our stuff with us.”

“I think that clothes are the least of our worries,” Izzy snorted.

“I was actually talking about our weapons. But thanks for reminding me about the clothes, I guess.”

“Fine. We’ll stay with you here in the compound,” you crossed your arms as a small smile crossed Loki’s face, “but if more of my people want to seek shelter with me, they come here.” Stark thought for a moment before he shrugged and nodded his permission. “We have to do something first. We just need to get our things from my place,” you rushed to say when everyone’s eyes narrowed. “If it makes you guys feel better, someone can chaperone.”

That’s how you ended up packed into the elevator headed up to your penthouse. When you had said that someone could chaperone, you were thinking of one, maybe two at maximum, Avenger. Not four of them.

The goddamned supersoldiers should have taken the stairs up to the top, they took up a lot of space. The billionaire had been pressed into the back corner. The other people in the elevator were your little group and the Black Widow. It wasn’t the smallest elevator but everyone made it seem smaller by giving the red-haired assassin a wide berth.

You couldn’t help but lament the fact that Loki hadn’t volunteered to go with you. Why the fuck hadn’t either of you thrown yourselves at the other yet?

The elevator let out a pleasant chime as the doors slid open and everyone spilled out with a sigh of relief. The members of the Avengers looked around as your friends went off to their respected rooms. You went up to your room and pulled out a suitcase.

Guns, knives, and other various weapons went in first followed by contact information. Then you covered those with some clothes that you picked with careful thought. You grabbed a few more ‘essential’ objects before heading back down.

You found Tony, everyone had insisted on being a first name basis, by your ceiling to floor windows. You stood next to him and soaked in the view. The nighttime New York was sparkling with activity.

“You know,” Tony began. “I think I tried to buy this place once. Well, this building.”

“I’m not surprised. It’s in an amazing location and I got it for a great price. Not much was nearby when I first got it, but I saw the potential for the nearby area and the building. Now it’s worth almost triple to what I bought it at.”

“Who would’ve known a hitwoman knew so much about real estate? Of all the fucking things,” Tony laughed.

“You have to know a lot of random stuff when you’re in this business. Plus,” you shrugged, “you pick up a lot over the years. Patterns and all that.”

“So since you brought it up, sorta, how… long have you been around?”

“Haven’t you learned that it’s rude to ask a woman her age, no matter how you phrase it,” you laughed before looking at Tony. “He didn’t tell you?”

“Who? Steve? No, he didn’t tell us too much about you. He has more secrets than he lets on.”

“No, not Steve. Loki. Loki didn’t say anything about me?”

“Loki? He definitely has a lot of secrets.”

“He said something to me.” Steve walked up behind you.

“Haven’t you learned that it’s rude to eavesdrop?” You raised a playful eyebrow.

“What? Why would Loki, of all people, talk to you, of all fucking people, about (Y/N)?”

“Don’t ask me.” The blond supersoldier shrugged. “But he also asked me not to tell anyone else, albeit in a cryptic way. I don’t want to, one: break his trust, and two: get on his bad side, so you’re not hearing anything from me.”

“You’re useless.” Tony deflated.

“You know I could tell you. Loki doesn’t control what I tell people. It’s my story too.” You smirked when your new friend looked at you hopefully. “‘Could’ being the imperative word.”

“Useless!” The billionaire exasperatedly threw his hands in the air. “Everyone is so fucking useless.”

“Hey, now,” Natasha’s voice was dark but her eyes sparkled. “Not everyone.”

“Yeah, I think it’s just you,” Bucky joined.

“What did we miss?” Liam emerged from a hallway with his bags to find everyone laughing. Max and Izzy appeared next to him, their bags in hand as well.

“Oh, nothing important,” you smiled and eyed their bags. “So I don’t think we have enough space in one car for everyone and everything. I’m thinking we split the bags. The Avengers can take these,” you pushed a few bags towards them, “and the car we arrived in. We’ll take these bags in one of my other cars.”

“Okay,” Bucky said slowly and picked up a bag.

“If it makes you feel better,” you sighed. “We’ll go first and you can tail us.”

“What, in case you decide to bolt?” Natasha placed her arms on her hips.

“Considering we’re the ones who came to you,” you mimicked her stance. “We won’t make a run for it.”

She stood still for a moment and then nodded. Everyone piled into their assigned cars and you took the lead out of the city and back to the compound. The sun was starting to rise, painting the sky pink and orange.

“Alright, listen up,” you announced to the passengers in your car. “I have people all over the country, the world, keeping an eye out for the Kree.”

“What happens when we find them?” Max asked.

“If the Avengers thought out the ultra specific terms and conditions by then, we will attack the Kree with all of our forces.”

“And if they haven’t refined all of the details?” Liam prompted.

“We’ll attack the Kree with all of our forces, just, you know, in secret.”

“Great plan.” Izzy rolled her eyes. “Go behind the Avengers’ back.”

“Listen, I have a plan,” Max said. “If they haven’t come to an agreement yet, tell them if the situation arises. Pressure them into getting what you want.”

You mulled over the idea. In Max’s version, the Avengers wouldn’t hold anything against you, as much. But they would probably still slow you down.

“Fine,” you grumbled and saw your right hand man begin to beam out of the corner of your eye. “But everyone has to be on their best behavior so that it’s easier to sway them to our side.”

The gates to the compound opened for you and the tugging feeling resumed. Would it ever go away?

Everyone found their way to their rooms for an early morning nap. It seemed as if the whole compound was asleep so of fucking course, you remained awake. Partially because of the strong tugging and partially because of your bad luck.

To pass the time, you went through your emails and tried to create a timeline of the Kree’s activity. Your eyes were tired, but you hadn’t felt any hints of sleep yet. You rubbed your eyes and when you opened them again, you were no longer on your bed.

Your hand was halfway to opening your door and the incessant tugging was the reason why. You groaned and forced yourself back to your bed. Maybe you should actually try to get some rest. You put your head on the soft pillow and closed your eyes.

“Even if it means your death?”

Agnes didn’t respond but instead looked at you with kind and trusting eyes. Ever since you climbed out of the hole in Puerto Rico, dirty, tear stained cheeks, and alone, your handmaiden was always by your side to support you. She gestured to the piles of books around your room.

“Have you found anything about him or your connection?”

“No,” you sighed. “There are only stories of the past and what I need is the future.”

Agnes was the only person you had told about Loki. She was the only person you could trust. When you told her your story, she didn’t call you mad. She didn’t question you or your sanity. Agnes was a smart girl and she had noticed the change that had come over you after Puerto Rico.

You nodded at Agnes and you left the room together. Guards instantly flanked to your side as you strode confidently to your carriage. You hid a flint and steel in your hand, knowing that Agnes did the same. A young squire caught your eye and inconspicuously tugged on his ear. He would be riding next to the carriage in front of yours while Agnes rode in the one behind you. This was a plan that had been in the making for months.

Halfway through your journey, shouts and the neighing of horses began to grow. That was your cue and you revealed your flint and steel, much to the horror of the high ranking nobleman who was sharing your carriage. You shot him your most intimidating queenly glare and he shrunk back into his seat.

It took a few tries to get a spark and it took a few sparks to really get the fire going. The nobleman screamed and tried to leave but the inferno had already blocked the door. Flames were creeping up your skirt as screams erupted from behind you.

Then you were running through the streets, away from the burning carriages. Turn left. Turn right. The burns and pains on your legs were fading.

The next thing you knew, you were in the hallway. You looked around and rubbed your eyes. The pulling sensation was still there and you were tired of it.

“Fucking hell.” You looked down at where it felt like the tugging was coming from. “Fine, you fucking win.”

You followed the feeling and found yourself standing in the entrance to the living room. The only person inhabiting the space was the reason for the tugging. Loki sat alone, his attention was fully focused on his book, or so it seemed. You would think he would be able to feel the same tugging.

“So,” you cleared your throat and fiddled with your fingers. “It’s been a while.”

“I suppose it has,” he mumbled, eyes still on the book.

“It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah.”

“How have you been?” Irritation crawled up your spine when he turned the page.

“Fine.”

“How’s the goddamned book?”

“Alright.”

“Can you please look at me?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?” You crossed your arms and glared at the raven-haired god. 

“Nothing.”

“Right,” you snorted. “Because answering all of my questions with some one word bullshit means nothing’s wrong.”

“Do you have a problem?” Loki finally looked up from his fucking book.

“Yeah, right now I do have a goddamned problem. With you.”

“Me?” The son of a bitch had the fucking audacity to look shocked. “What did I do to piss you off?”

“Don’t act like a fucking dumbass, Loki. It doesn’t suit you. And you want to know why you’re pissing me off?” You gestured angrily with your hands. “Because just last fucking night, you were practically begging me to stay here. In the compound. With you. Now you’re avoiding me and acting like we don’t have a fuck ton of problems to work out.”

“Let’s think back to where the problems started in the first place,” he replied coldly. “Who severed the connection? Who married another fucking man? Who made me believe I had no soulmate?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Are you seriously blaming me for that? You think I had any power over any of those fucking things? Every fucking thing you just mentioned, I had no goddamn say in.” You took a deep breath and quelled the burning rage inside of you. “Actually, I do know why you’re avoiding me. I know why you’re blaming me for things I couldn’t control.” Your eyes met. Both pairs were stone cold but hiding something beneath them. “It’s because you’re the one who left first.”

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Tags: @kaithehero @liliannyah @andreasworlsboring101 @oatballsoffury @aberrant-annie @simplybree @adalina-perez @emage-king @yandereforyou @notactiveonmain @tvdplusriverdale @inmyowncorner​

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a good man.

Choi Seunghyun (T.O.P.  — BIGBANG) x female reader.

Genre: I don’t know, it’s kinda angst, but also fluff and then it gets kinda smut... I’m a mess but whatevs.

Word count: 2,994.

Content: rich!top, gambler!gdragon, heartbroken!reader, college friends, descriptions of domestic violence, top being a hella interesting and caring man, vanilla sex (love making), unprotected sex, just the fluffy smut I needed to write as soon as zyanya told me she needed a good top reading material.

Brief: as you finally run away from your years-long toxic relationship, your best friend is right there to pick you up, and some feelings might bloom all over again once you let your hearts speak.

Dedicated to @theravengoddess​ 💜

"Do whatever you want, but leave me out of it!", you yelled, shutting the door closed as you left the apartment you and your troubled ex-boyfriend lived in, rain falling over your shoulders and your luggage as you cried silently. Where did it all go wrong?, you asked yourself, trying to understand why Jiyong, your former couple, had fallen into the darkest roads, and it was his short-tempered mood and up-to-the-clouds ego that led you both to self-destruction, and you knew it was over a long time ago.

But still, you somehow wanted to blame yourself for it.

Running down the roads of that small neighborhood you lived in, you sobbed to yourself, wanting to get as far as possible from that misery you left at your apartment. The buildings slowly started looking nicer as you kept running, ending up on one of the nicest neighborhoods of your city. As you walked in front of a nice restaurant, you bumped into a tall man, who sadly you recognized as your best friend, Seunghyun.

"Y/N? Princess, you're soaked!" he told you, giving you his old, rusty leather jacket to protect you from the cold night you ran into. "Why are you crying? What happened?", he kept asking, concerned by the tears that kept streaming down your face, not really knowing what to do anymore. "Come on, tell me something, please".

You just laid your head in his hands, reuniting every last strength of yours to tell him about the worst night of your mid-length life. Jiyong had bursted into your lovenest, the one you've shared for years now, looking desperately for money to pay his debts. You walked out of your workspace after hearing his whole rendezvous, the scandal making the neighbors concerned as things kept crashing on the floor, breaking into little, tiny pieces of glass as he then repaired on you. He shook your shoulders, asking you where you'd left the money you were saving for your years-planned dream vacations with him. You knew exactly what happened: he was gambling again, even when he told you he would stop after losing his dream car to it.

You told him to stop looking, that he wouldn't find it and he was definitely not using it, but you knew you were up to no good when rage got the best of him, combined with the drinks he was having back at that illegal casino he loved. He pushed you to the floor and kicked you out of the way once you tried to stop him. Still in pain, you got up and grabbed the bags you'd packed weeks prior in case of emergency, the money he was desperately looking for safe in one of them. You left your old phone at the apartment, along with everything he could locate you with. And although he deserved it, you still cried thinking about the years of your life you wasted on him, hoping he could change somehow.

Hoping he could become the good man your mother always said you deserved.

"God... I'd kick his ass, but that would lead him to know where you are", Seunghyun sighed, looking at you as his thumb stroke your cheek, weeping your tears off. "Don't cry, princess, you're breaking me slowly", he begged you, holding you close without caring about getting his expensive designer clothes wet or damaged. In that moment, he cared solely about you, about how you were dealing with finally leaving the toxic relationship you've kept yourself in for the last few years, at some point even thinking of marrying the guy who had just hurt you phisically and emotionally. "Come on, you can stay with me for as long as you please", he offered you, looking down at you with a smile. "Are you hungry? Wanna grab some food before we go?", he asked softly, to which you couldn't say no. Even though you weren't in the mood, you were starving, and the mixture of all the time you spent running combined with the nice smell flooding your nostrills thanks to the restaurants that surrounded you made your mouth water.

He ordered takeout as you waited in his black sports car, the heat was on as he tried to keep you from freezing, his jacket still over your shoulders as you watched him through the window. You met Seunghyun years ago, in college, to be precise. He was a natural hardworker, the best in his classes, the most promising future from our generation, and he stood up to that title. He started his own business, dedicated to funding different medical researches and environmental causes, such as cleaning the oceans or preventing deforestation. That was his happy place, knowing he was doing what he could to help, and he was tremendously well-known amongst the Korean community, earning several awards and rename because of it. Still, he was sweet, kind, polite, humble... everything your mother could wish for in a husband for her daughter.

You still couldn't understand how his only friend in college was a humble girl from a working class family, let alone how he still was single at his thirty-two years of age.

He sighed as he got in the car, touching your forehead gently to check on your body temperature, his concerned expression somehow making you feel safe. "You're still quite cold, but at least you won't get sick", he told you, his deep, raspy voice making you smile with the words it pronounced. "Thank you, Seunghyun", you muttered, making him smile to you in return. He drove down the roads that lead to his apartment as the city lights made the tamished glass of your window look quite artistic, and the raindrops that stuck to it started blurring as he sped up. Some low-fi music playing in the background as he looked ahead, his hands shaking on the steering wheel until he finally turned onto the underground parking lot of the building he lived in. He parked the car and got out of it, taking your luggage out of the car and taking it upstairs as he walked next to you, not letting you move a finger.

You gasped as the elevator led you to his apartment, the penthouse of one of the fanciest buildings around the whole city. Still on the minimalist spectrum, it looked so fancy and elegant, just like its owner. "Mi casa es tu casa, princess", he told you, taking your luggage to one of the rooms. "Get yourself comfortable, you can use the library as your workspace, and I'll settle a room for you. Until then, you can sleep on mine, I sleep on the couch most of the time, anyways". Without letting you hesitate, he left your bags on the laundry room, washing them over since they gained a certain smell because of the rain.

You noticed he wasn't the average bachelor, even though he lived alone, he still managed to keep everything nice and clean. He then grabbed something from his office, handing it to you. "Use this", he told you, handing you a new phone. "It's my old phone, I also have a spare computer in case you need one. It has a new SIM card and my number's saved on it. It's yours". I nodded, taking it in my hands as I sighed. "Thank you", I muttered. He showed me a little grin, a slight chuckle coming out of his throat. "Is it all you know how to say?", he said, making you smile as he kneeled in front of you, caressing your cheek. "Mine is yours too, princess. You won't need anything as long as I'm here".

There was this tiny moment of tension, you felt like he was way too far from you. The way he made you feel suddenly reminded you of the way you felt about him years ago, that slight crush you developed in him that you immediately faded away with the fear of losing your best friend. Your only friend. But the way he looked at you made you sense something else... something new.

His phone rang, and the caller's ID made him clench his teeth at the most opportune moment. "I'll pick this up, you should take a shower. You can use my clothes for now, my sweaters will probably fit you like dresses", he smiled a little for you, and you nodded, doing as he commanded. He got up from his spot in front of you, picking up the call and walking away from you far enough for his voice not to sound as clear as if he talked in front of you, but you still could hear every word. "The fuck do you want, Jiyong?", he growled, the rage burning through his eyes. "I have no fucking idea, she doesn't pick up her phone and that means she wants to run away from you, so stay the fuck away from her!", he yelled at the phone. "I'll pay every single cent of your goddamn debts only if you promise you'll disappear", he snarled again, making you confused. "I'll find her, and when I do, I'll do what I should've done from the very start, what I didn't do because I cherished our friendship". You then entered the shower, letting the water run over your skin and the noise keep you from listening to the conversation Seunghyun kept on the phone. You washed your hair, appreciating how everything was made to your tall friend's fit, having to stretch out your hand to reach the shampoo.

You got out of the shower, wrapping a towel —a very long one— around your chest to cover you up while you looked for something to wear. You grabbed one of his oversized sweaters, the smell of his cologne making you obsessed with it. Just as you expected, it looked like you were wearing a dress, covering up to the middle of your thighs, giving you some sweater paws which you folded while combing your wet hair. You decided not to wear underwear, since you were dressed enough for it not to be obvious. But as you got out, you could tell he was still on his phone.

After one last "get lost", he hung up, sighing as he rested his back on the wall and your curiosity started shooting up like fireworks. He then got back to you, the rage you sensed in his voice not showing in the comforting smile he dedicated you. "Come on, let's have dinner", he invited you, getting two glasses and some chopsticks out of the kitchen, he then sat down with you, sighing as he served a glass of wine to the two of you from the bottle he bought, not knowing if you were in the mood for soju and deciding to go for the safe choice, your favorite wine. He served even portions of food for the two of you, again not letting you move a single finger to help him. It made you upset, but you couldn't deny how touched you were by the way he was treating you. He caressed your cheek and smiled at you. "Be my guest, princess", he told you with a smile.

You bowed politely at him, grabbing your chopsticks and having a bite of the food he'd bought for you, having you moaning in pleasure at the delicious flavors invading your tastebuds. It was so good, and he made you so happy you nearly forgot what you were about to ask him. But once he'd had his last bite, you took a deep breath and looked at him. "Seunghyun, what were you and Jiyong talking about?", you asked, after a soft "eung?" came out of his full mouth when you called his name. He then took a deep breath and a sip of his glass of wine, turning to look at you. "How much did you hear?", he asked you, concerned. "You said you would find me and do what you should've from the start".

He then sighed, his sight going down to the floor. "Princess, do you remember how you met Jiyong?", he asked softly. "I met him at a party in the dorms", you answered. "He was the host of that party, and he told me to invite you because he thought you were pretty", he told you. "Since he was my senior, I respected his order and did what he said, but the truth is I didn't want him to get anywhere near you... because I was falling in love with you".

You looked at him, shocked. Why was he saying those things? How could he ever fall in love with you? That wasn't the line he drew when you met Jiyong, not even before. But then, I got it: Seunghyun found it difficult to express his true feelings with words, if not to express them at all. He was tender and loving, but when it came to expressing his heart, he wasn't that much of an expert. "But I saw you were developing feelings for Jiyong too, so I stepped back and gave you the freedom to do your life however you decided to do it, because I knew you were strong enough to be good by yourself", he explained, breaking your heart in two as he muttered his point of view with nostalgia. "I wanted you to look at me in other way so badly, but I didn't want to force my feelings into you, nor to ruin our friendship. So I made my vows, I would stay away from you and Jiyong hyung, but I would always take care of you, and so I did".

You took his hand in yours, not really knowing what to say. Your feelings were mutual all along, but you were both so scared to lose eachother, you never thought about letting them bloom. How could you make up for the time you've lost? You were all grown up now, the age for joyful childish dates leaving you behind as soon as you started getting bills to pay. But neither of you cared about that, but about the way the other was feeling. So as Seunghyun leaned closer to you, you leaned in as well. "But I always wanted to be a good man for you, princess", he muttered.

Your lips then met, in the softest yet most special way yours had ever been kissed. His lips were soft and tender to yours, and the way they could naturally move with each other made the two of you know it was worth the wait. No matter how long it has been, you deserved this. You deserved eachother. You broke the kiss, looking for air to breathe as you didn't know how to function anymore as for doing such a simple thing. You looked at him, knowing that you wanted more, that the two of you did. He took your hand and pulled you to his lap, his lips meeting yours again as he held your waist tenderly, and your arms wrapped around him as he lifted you up, walking the two of you to his bedroom and laying you down slowly in his bed. The soft feeling of his sheets under your skin making you smile as he leaned down to kiss you again, holding up the weight of his body as he straddled over you. His lips started leaving kisses down your body as he took off his shirt, later on taking off his sweater from you, biting down on his lip as he realized you were naked, but then undressing himself completely so you were even.

You crawled up to his lap, his throbbing erection making direct contact with your dripping core, and you couldn't handle the foreplay much longer, none of you could. So he did it, right there, he guided you until you sat down on his length, taking it completely once you sat down on his lap, his lips connecting to yours as you kept a slow pace the whole while. You kept going up and down, feeling every single inch of his as he groaned, enjoying your tight, wet core more than he could ever express. You've had sex with Jiyong plenty of times before, but having sex with Seunghyun was different for one single reason: it wasn't sex, you were making love.

He kept up to your pace, respecting it as much as he could, and when the two of you reached the edge, you collapsed in his chest as he collapsed in the bed. You laid over the bed again as he got down to your core, eating out all of your arousal and the combination of his climax with yours. He didn't care, he found it so fantastic he actually could give two shits. He wanted you to feel comfortable, and the moans you let out of your mouth let him know you were enjoying it. Once you were clean, he got up and you grabbed his cheeks, kissing him for what felt like forever. But it felt good, it felt right.

It felt like that was where you needed to be.

"I'll make you fall in love with me too, princess", he told you, but you shook your head in denial. "I fell in love with you a long while ago, Choi Seunghyun", you muttered. And with a little smile of his, he covered the two of you with his bed's sheets and held you close to him, taking a deep breath as everything finally felt like it was the right path to follow, the two of you together at last. And as you were about to fall asleep in his loving arms, you muttered one last sentence.

"You're the good man I needed".

It’s short and not so smutty as I’ve been doing them lately, but I hope you like it! :)

[pine-inserts]

Unwind

Alright, this is my first time posting and I'm so hella anxious shsjsjsjs I didn't polish the grammar so I apologize, i just knew if i took anymore time on it I'd never have the guts to actually post

TW: mention of rape / pedophilia

Fluff/Slice of Life

Pairings: Batman x Reader Bruce Wayne x Reader

she/her pronouns, no character description

"5 minutes until sunrise." The modulated voice spoke, breaking concentration. Batman releasing a criminal from his iron grip and letting him drop in a bloodied heap, the robotic voice in his head drumming and repeating the words until his heart rate had slowed and his blood calmed.

His gloves had begun chafing the ridges of his fingers, finally breaking them in with his excessive force on the man unconscious beneath him.

He had witnessed the man attempt to break into the apartment beside them, home to a young girl and her parents.

A rapist. Child rapist. Pedophile. His eyes narrowed again to the man and he felt his blood begin to drum again.

He let go of his baited breath and pulled the handcuffs from his belt. Hooking them onto the mans wrist as he set him upright to the alley wall. Batman looked over and saw the battered camera had skidded near the street and he reached to grab it.

Bringing it closer to his face, he observed the digital camera as the lens had cracked in the center. The paint chipped on the edges, but when he held the on button down it turned on easily with the pictures readily available. He shut it back off.

The evidence was enough for Gordon to know why the man was in his state. He set the camera in the mans lap when the roar of sirens echoed down the empty street.

Batman stood, grabbing his grappling gun and shooting it off to the nearest building. As he did, he looked up to see a young girl in the window. Her sleepy, bleary eyes widening when she made eye contact with him and he simply pressed a gloved finger to his lip, and released the gun as he shot up in the remaining night sky.

By the time he reached the garage with the batmobile hidden inside, the sun had just barely begun to peek over the morning clouds. He walked over to the batmobile, sliding into the drivers seat. He releasing a deep sigh once he was settled, knowing by the time he returned home it would be morning.

Y/N might even be awake when he returned.

He pulled the gloves off, letting the bare skin cool against the steering wheel as the chafed, redness of his hands were relieved from the confines of the thick leather. Just the barest hint of humanity brought back to him and Bruce felt the entirety of the night replay in his head like he was in a theater.

The batmobile roared to life beneath his palms, and he tore out of the garage.

East end, he was near Robinson Park where an underground tunnel to the batcave was. His hands rolling the steering wheel to turn on Burbaker street and straight to the tunnel. The growing daylight chasing the batmobile as he drove through the underground road and headlights blaring on the cavern walls.

The light had faded soon after, he was much too quick for the daylight to catch him. Now, he was left in the dark until the tunnel opened up to the batcave.

Preparing the full stop, he pressed the break and drove right into the mobiles natural spot. The inorganic lights turning on within his presence and he turned the batmobile off before getting out.

The sharp breath he made brought in the metallic and murky scent, the scent of home. His steps echoing as he walked to the computer as the screen lit up with the face of the man he had just left in the alley.

"Gerrick Tiller. 43, divorced with restraining order. Registered class 2 sex offender." He read. Knowing Gordon, Tiller would be class 3 by breakfast with possession of child pornography and charged with trespassing.

Gordon didn't fuck around with sex offenders, and whatever Batman could do to them Gordon did ten fold. Legally of course.

The computer went black, he stepping towards the suits as saw his reflection in the glass and pulled the cowl off.

Sweat. It just dripped down his neck as the rush of cold, murky air hit his face and he closed his eyes to feel it all.

This was the most human he felt, taking each piece off and letting the shell fall off as if he was shedding the skin of the Batman to be Bruce again.

Just Bruce. Not the billionaire Bruce Wayne. Just. Bruce.

When the suit was off, he reapplied it to the mannequin and was left in his briefs. His eyes scanning at the bruises on his side as he clenched his stomach to feel how sore he might be.

Not bad this time around, he was getting better at fending off multiple offenders at once. His eyes turning to the purple mark on his chest that he lightly prodded before smiling.

Not a bruise, a remnant of his evening before on parole. Maybe Y/N wasn't up yet, it was a Saturday. The office would be closed today.

Bruce's bare feet patted on the metal flooring as he stepped into the enclosed bathroom he had implemented. The sight of the toilet alone made his lower stomach ache and he was reminded it had been 5 hours since his last relief.

He made quick work, toilet and shower. Not exactly enjoying the shower since the plumbing wasn't at the best in the cave. The water was ice cold, yet also grounded him better than hot water could.

His mind jumped from one point to the next, the shower needed to be figured out and he'd look into the manual he bought.

There wasn't exactly a good plumber who could keep a secret about the cave, he'd begun learning for himself. Y/N helped, reading through the more confusing parts of the book to make sense of what the author was trying to teach.

But then again, she was better at tinkering and figuring her way around it. He relied on the book. Until she figured out how to reattach the water line for the toilet and he just about returned the book after he tried 4 times without result.

Now all that was left was the cold water, and he was still planning out the new modulator. Then the batarangs needed updating since Penguin began hoarding the ones he left behind to sell the tech inside of them.

Combustable batarangs, his trial one had combusted in his previous belt and without the fireproof fabric in his suit he would've lit his ass up. Lost the belt though, but that was easier to replace.

Suddenly, Bruce groaned and pressed his head to the shower wall. So much to do, so little time. He hadn't even processed half of his day and he was back to the little things he needed to accomplish.

"Bruce?"

"Shit-" he jumped. Bruce turning fast when he saw Y/N at the door to the bathroom.

Her eyes on the glass shower door as he let his heart rate calm down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you." She said, voice somewhat groggy.

"... did I wake you?" He asked, turning the water off as she leaned against the wall and shook her head.

"No... I woke up and realized you hadn't come home yet." She said, her tone softening and suddenly all the worry and the nagging in his head silenced.

Bruce opened the shower door and grabbed his towel to wrap around his waist, all while his eyes met hers and he visibly relaxed.

She could see it, the weary tiredness in his eyes. The sudden quiet in his voice, and she gently stepped closer to wrap her arms around his waist. His skin firm and colder than ice, her warmth spreading within him as she kept her eyes on his.

"Come to bed... I've missed you." She said gently, Bruce holding her softly as he closed his eyes and slid a hand against her cheek. His nose burying into her hair and inhaling the familiar warm scent of her.

"Me too..." he whispered, Y/N sighing and they stood for a simple moment like that.

Until her pajama shirt started soaking from his wet form and she shivered.

"Cold water still..." she sighed, chuckling lightly as he broke a small smile.

"I'll meet you upstairs." He said, Y/N hesitantly parting from him with a slight nod.

"Don't distract yourself." She said, heading out of the room and he smiled while grabbing the extra clothes he had in a small metal drawer.

"Not today..." he said quietly, drying off before changing. The warmth of her had lingered and his mind was on one thing. Her. That's it.

Once he had finished, he moved out to get on the elevator as it closed and raised up to the second floor library. He pressing against one of the backs of the book shelves as it parted and brought him into the room. Closing it, he walking out to the hallway and straight towards their bedroom.

The sitting room had a tray on the table. Crumbs in a plate as Alfred must had served Y/N breakfast. She had left a blueberry scone on the hot plate and he took it to bite into and let the warm bread and melted blueberry envelop his palate.

In seconds, he was left with the remaining crumbs and wiped his hand with a napkin. He heard the door open as he saw Alfred stand in the door way with another tray.

Their eyes met and Alfred raised an eyebrow. "I have more scones, master Bruce." He said, Bruce stepping out of his way as Alfred set the second tray down.

"I can see that. Thank you." He said, seeing the poached eggs on avocado toast with a side of bacon, and another hot plate of three blueberry scones. Alfred grabbed the empty one and looked at Bruce again.

"After food, you are to sleep. You're growing paler by the minute." Alfred mumbled, Bruce hiding his smile from his nagging.

"Of course Alfred. I appreciate the concern." He retorted, grabbing the tray before heading into the bedroom and saw Y/N in bed scrolling on the ipad.

"Is that the news?" He asked, she hardly looking up.

"Unfortunately. But nothing about you thankfully." She looked up as he placed the tray on the bed. "Either of you." She corrected, Bruce sliding onto his side as the cold sheets suddenly brought an ache through his whole body that he groaned.

Y/N setting the iPad down and sat up a bit.

"... I'm sure Alfred has already demanded you to sleep. Which I'm his echo." She said, pulling the tray closer as he slowly sat up.

"Batman can handle 5 gang members with weapons, but I'm powerless against the both of you." He said with a sigh, Y/N chuckling softly.

"There's some battles we can't always win." She handed the plate over as he took it gently and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

"It humbles me to lose once in a while. Especially when it comes to you." He spoke softly, turning to the eggs as she smiled with a slight blush on her cheeks. She turned to the side table and grabbed her coffee, sipping it as she returned to the iPad.

The silence that eased between them was a comfort. The small stereo on the side table quietly playing classic harp and violin that she loved, and everything else a soft silence. The more food he ate, the further he brought himself into comfort until it was all gone.

He pushed the tray to the end of the bed, noticing her attention was still on the device and he gently grasped her waist as she was brought to reality. Bruce suddenly pulling her further into the bed with him and his head settled on her chest as he could hear the sweet, steady beat of her heart.

Y/N gently slid her fingers through his thick hair and smiled softly. "My sweet Bruce..." she said gently, kissing against his head and letting him curl closer to her.

The alluring scent of her, the intoxicating warmth, her soft hands in his hair as she talked to him with her soothing tone. He felt everything in him quiet as his breathing evened out and he was fast asleep in mere minutes.

Y/N watched in serenity as he slept on her chest, his breath fanning against her collarbone and her fingers continued to caress his hair until the repeated action began to lull her back to sleep.

[makaelachanese]

Hella faded or elevated💭 ...?

[rainandhotchocolate]

Honeymoon

A/N I wrote this for @siriuslyjanhvi! it was a super cute request (and hella smutty) so was v fun to write :)))

“So are you excited?” Lily poured a large mug of tea, adding a spoonful of sugar and pushing it in front of Y/N.

“For what?”

Lily rolled her eyes but continued to pour two more mugs of black tea, pushing them over to Marlene and Remus in turn. Remus was smirking at Y/N as he picked up his mug, eyes twinkling.

“For your little getaway with Sirius.”

“It’s a business trip, you wankers,” Y/N huffed, hiding behind the steam that had begun clouding her glasses slightly.

“It’s a secret pre-wedding sex romp, don’t you go hiding details from me now,” Marlene retorted, gulping a large portion of her tea and wincing as it burnt the roof of her mouth.

“Honest to god, Sirius is ‘gathering intel’, whatever that means,” Y/N could help but feel a little frustrated as she spoke the words out loud. She knew what being engaged to an Auror meant, and what it would mean for Sirius if he was idiotic enough to casually let her know what he was up to on a day to day basis, but she hated being so separate from this part of his life nonetheless.

“I don’t know why they hired James, he can’t seem to keep a secret to save his life.”

“That you know of,” Marlene winked at Lily who gave her a glare in return, “And you’ve also distracted us from you again, Y/N! Or are you just hoping to find out how Lily extracts information from James,”

“I really do not need a play-by-play of Lily’s sexual exploits,” Y/N chuckled, and turned upon hearing voices in the living room.

“I really would love to hear that actually,” James pushed open the door to the kitchen, Sirius following him closely, both of them covered in flecks of snow.

“Who forgot to invite us?” Sirius pouted over exaggeratedly at the little group assembled before them.

“You’re perpetually uninvited actually,” Marlene said, moving over to give Sirius room to join them, “ever since you told me Frank Longbottom was into me as a joke,”

“Oh come on, it was for the greater good! Alice picked him up quick smart,” But Sirius was still grinning mischievously at her as he placed his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and leaned over her.

“I was subtly letting him down for weeks! He thought I was insane.”

“Well there was more fun in that,” Sirius winked at her and leaned down to kiss Y/N softly on the forehead, “Hello.”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel her lips curl into a smile even though she could feel her eyes rolling simultaneously.

“Ahh the honeymoon phase,” James said wisely, pulling a chair out next to Lily and putting an arm around her shoulder.

“How quickly that fades,” Lily hummed, her face pulled into a melancholy smile.

“We barely speak to each other anymore.”

“Can hardly be in the same room.”

“Shut up you two, the amount of times I catch you snogging is unnerving,” Marlene groaned at the two of them and cracked out her back, “anyway shouldn’t the two of you be leaving?”

“Yes, you packed?” Sirius asked Y/N who nodded, standing up to say goodbye.

“Enjoy the sex!” James called out, receiving a blow to the head from Lily.

“We will after the wedding!” Sirius replied with the finger, waving goodbye at the rest of them.

“Don’t know how they are waiting till their honeymoon to have sex again,” Y/N could hear Remus chuckled behind them as they left the kitchen.

“We have better patience than the four of you put together,” Y/N called back, letting Sirius pull her toward the fireplace and grab a handful of Floo powder.

“Ready to go?” He murmured, quieter now that they were away from their friends. Y/N smiled up at his dark grey eyes, a piece of hair falling in front of them and curling around his cheek. She went up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss to his cheek.

“Always am, love.”

They arrived in a hotel lobby that was covered in brightly coloured plants and tiles so white Y/N felt like she had to squint slightly as they walked over to the check-in desk.

“We’ll be out of here soon,” Sirius murmured as they walked across the tiles, noticing Y/N’s discomfort, “It’s the Nordic wizard-style that’s currently popular, floors like ice.”

“Ahh Mr Black, I have your key right here,” The front desk clerk didn’t wait for them to speak, pulling out a little keycard and handing it over to him, “And are you wanting another for your fiancé?”

“Yes, thank you,” Sirius’ voice had hardened slightly, posture was straighter as he nodded his head in thanks and led them up towards the elevators.

“Am I seeing the notorious ‘work’ Sirius for the first time?” Y/N grinned up at him as the elevator doors opened and they walked inside.

“I think it’s remnants from the Black family training,” Sirius barked out a laugh, pressing the number on the elevator. Y/N felt it jerk to life, her stomach dropping as they were lifted quickly into the air. She hadn’t ever quite gotten used to the elevator, internally wishing they could have just apparated into their room, but unfortunately security protocols in hotels meant that apparating was not allowed in case anyone happened to apparate into the ‘wrong’ room.

He brought her along the deep blue hallways and towards the room right on the end.

“This is a ministry room, I had to get real flirty with some secretaries to let them allow me to add you to the Fidelus charm,” He winked and Y/N hit him lightly on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, I mentioned my wedding date as I left them.”

“The things you can flirt out of people will never cease to amaze me,” Y/N snorted, watching the wall closely as it began to move sideways, a white doorway squeezing its way out of the wall and into existence in front of them.

“Well I’ve already got you, so I doubt I’m going to need to go hard on the flirting much anymore” he teased, pushing open the door to reveal the quaint little room set up inside.

“Excuse you, mister Black, you could lose me at any time.”

“Is that so.”

“Mmmhmmm, I could get a better offer if I could really be bothered to,” Y/N watched him closely, a smile curling on her lips as she continued to tease him.

“Well I guess I’m going to have to make sure you can’t do any better,” Sirius’ eyes flashed and he walked closer to her until her back hit the wall and she was staring up at him once more. He held her wrists softly and brought them up over her head so that she could see his bicep bulge slightly through his shirt. Then, Sirius leaned in and kissed her deeply, pushing his chest up against hers so that she could feel his heart pounding.

He pulled away, smiling at her slightly breathless expression.

“Can I stay?”

“For now,” Y/N breathed out, taking the moment to look around her. The room reminded her a little of Grimmauld place, the old musty furniture and grand paintings hanging up across the walls. However part of the room had obviously been modified, the bedroom sheets looked brand new and were a dark blue, a stark difference to the light brown bed frame.

“You’ve been here before?”

“A few times,” Sirius nodded, bringing their bags into the bedroom and flicking his wand so their clothes made their way into the closet and drawers, “couldn’t stand the smell at first but you get used to it.”

“Do you have to spend a lot of time in here?” Y/N traced her finger across the large armchair that sat in front of her, turning to face Sirius in the bedroom.

“Not too much, the guest I’m looking for tends to spend a lot of time in the bar. But spending time up here won't’ be so bad this time around.”

“Ahh is that so?”

“Mmmhmm, I actually, have a girl coming over,” He walked back over to her, pulling her waist towards him.

“I better clear off then,” Y/N pretended to look a little glum.

“How bout a quickie? She won’t be here for another few minutes,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows at her and Y/N pushed him away.

“Only one more week, Sirius, you know it’s going to be so much better if we wait just a little bit.”

“I know, but it would be almost better if we just had never had sex, I wouldn’t have any pictures in my head of your beautiful body grinding on top of me,” Sirius sighed, still grinning at her, “Come on, let's get dressed for dinner, having a date is always a good cover.”

Y/N flicked through her clothes, picking out a particularly tight-fitting dress from the closet and heading towards the bathroom to pull it on.

“You do know I’ve seen it all by now,” Sirius snorted at her hiding in the bathroom to change.

“I want it to be a surprise for once.”

“You always surprise me.”

“You’re a sap.”

“Only for you, my darling.”

Y/N slipped on the deep red dress, arching her back to zip it up and fixing it in the mirror. She tied up her heels and took a second to look at herself.

Sirius was fixing his tie in the mirror against the wall and saw her walk in from behind him, swivelling quickly around on his heel.

“Hey, love, I’m going to have to go down now, I need to make contact. I’ll meet you downstairs at the bar,” Sirius called out from the bedroom, his voice already fading as he clearly was edging towards the door as he spoke.

“No worries,” Y/N called back, letting out a soft sigh. She’ll have to surprise him downstairs instead. Y/N played with her hair in the mirror, unsure if she should bother with doing anything else with it. In a split second, she picked up her wand and gave it a flick, watching her hair fall down in front of her in loose curls.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking this way, but there was a little part of her that wanted to see if she could break him. See if she could push him far enough to get him to push her up against a wall and take her. Make him lose a little bit of that control he’d put in place when the war had begun to rage and suddenly, they were full of responsibilities.

Y/N took her time wandering through the room and then downstairs towards the lobby where there was a small passage leading to the bar and restaurant. She felt eyes watch her as she straightened her back and ignored them, searching for a man in a navy suit and curly black hair.

Sirius was sitting in the corner of the restaurant, deep in conversation with another man with brown quaffed hair and a pinstriped set of dress robes. Y/N caught his eye as she walked in, revelling in the way he bit his lip slightly before turning back towards the conversation he was having, trying to pay attention to the other Auror in front of him.

Y/N moved to the bar instead, sitting on a stool and crossing her legs so that the small slit on the side of her dress would fall and show her thigh towards Sirius’ direction.

“A drink, Miss?”

“Aviation, thanks,” Y/N smiled at the bartender and he nodded, beginning to make her cocktail as another man sat down beside her. She could sense him glancing at her, clearly sitting close to her to grab her attention. When she continued to ignore him he spoke instead.

“Excuse me, but I was wondering if I could grab you a drink?”

“I’ve actually just ordered,” Y/N smiled placidly at him, nodding at the bartender, “But thank you for the offer.”

She sat her hand underneath her chin, flashing the jade encrusted engagement ring Sirius had given her 8 months previous.

“Ahh of course I hit on the engaged one at the bar,” The man chuckled, putting his hands in his head, Y/N finally turning to face him properly so she could give him what she hoped looked like an apologetic smile.

“Yes, you don’t seem to have a great radar,” She laughed softly and he lifted his head.

“I’m Rick, by the way,” He smiled at her, waving down the bartender who had placed Y/N’s drink and shuffled off towards the back of the bar, “A scotch neat, thanks.”

“Y/N.”

“So where is this very lucky man who took away my chances at such a pretty lady,”

“I don’t know if lady is the most flattering term,” Y/N snorted, taking a sip from her cocktail, “But he’s over in the restaurant meeting a business partner.”

“Ahh of course, a successful man, I bet he’s stupidly good looking too?”

“Of course!” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his sigh, “So no luck with the ladies so far then?”

“No, I don’t seem to be good at finding people who are single, or remotely interested in me.”

“That is quite a conundrum,” Y/N watched him put a hand through his hair, shaking his head.

“What are you two doing here? A weekend away?”

“Something like that,” Y/N smiled a little, but it must have given something away because he raised an eyebrow and said,

“A business trip huh?”

“Potentially.”

“Yes, my last girlfriend wasn’t particularly fond of my regular business trips, was something I actually regret quite a bit, putting work above her,” He nodded a little sagely, before forcing back a smile, “Sorry, that was a bit morbid.”

“Don’t worry,” Y/N laughed, “It’s not quite like that for my partner, I understand the reasons he’s so busy, I just wish I could steal more of his time.”

“A worthy wish!” Ric took a large gulp of the scotch and winced, “I have to admit I thought this order would make me look cooler than I think it actually is.”

“Yes, I think you might be lucky I am taken at this point.”

Ric faked pulling a dagger out of his heart, groaning.

“I’m not making you desperately wish you were single? And here I was thinking it was just my intimidatingly good looks that were keeping all the women at bay.”

Y/N kept Sirius in the corner of her eye, wondering if he was watching the two of them talking. She thought she saw a dark mood flash across Sirius’ features but he was so far away it was hard to tell.

Ric and Y/N continued to chat for the best part of the next half an hour, slowly draining two different cocktails in the process of waiting for Sirius to be done with his meeting. Eventually, Y/N saw Ric’s eyes look up and she turned to see Sirius walking towards them, an odd expression across his features.

“Well now that’s not fair,” Sirius eyed the dress up and down, his eyes twinkling, “You can’t go around looking that hot, everyone’s going to be giving me the dirty eye wondering what you’re doing with me.”

Y/N still felt her heart jump slightly when he looked at her like that, like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.

“Well, I think this might be my cue to leave, it was lovely meeting you Y/N, and I hope you are taking good care of this one, she’s lovely,” Rick winked at Sirius and nodded at Y/N before moving down the bar.

“Glad you found someone to keep you entertained whilst I was occupied.”

“Well you heard him, I am lovely company,” Y/N chuckled at Sirius’ expression and poked him lightly in the side, “Come on, you’re not jealous are you?”

“I wouldn’t say jealous perse” Sirius was watching her curiously, eyeing her neckline, “Why don’t we get room service.”

“Sounds good,” Y/N raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Sirius held out a hand for her to grab and he led her out of the room and down towards the lobby. He held her close to his side as they reached the elevators, entering one, Sirius pressing the close door button almost immediately.

And then he was pushing her up against the cold walls of the elevator, one hand in her hair and the other trailing the slit of her dress up towards her thigh. His lips pressed almost desperately against hers as if he wanted to taste every part of her, and he was never going to be able to do it again. Y/N pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his back and tracing the muscles tensed along with his spine and shoulder blades.

Sirius’ fingers hoisted the edge of her dress up slightly so he could slip his hand along her inner thigh, smiling into their kiss as he felt her gasp slightly at his touch. Soon he was pressing his thumb lightly along her panties and moving in little circles as Y/N felt her breathing hitch further and the desire to moan into his mouth increased. He pulled away from her mouth and moved around to place light kisses along her neck and up towards her ear.

“You’re such a tease,” He whispered into her ear, making her grin between the soft moans that were now escaping her mouth.

“Couldn’t handle me with another guy huh?”

Sirius growled lightly, biting her ear and pulling down softly.

“Walking in there looking like you did, I wanted to rip the clothes off you right there and then.”

“So why don’t you?” Y/N replied softly, not meeting his eye. She knew it would be breaking the one thing they said they would do, hold off for just two weeks, but she could also feel herself begin to get wetter as he pressed his expert fingers up against her clitoris and wanted nothing more than for him to push himself inside of her.

The elevator dinged suddenly, and they pulled apart, the doors opening to reveal their floor. Sirius grabbed Y/N’s hand and led her quickly down the hallway and towards their room, barely opening the door before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her again, pushing her into the room with his lips still on hers, kicking the door closed with his foot.

He pulled her across the room, hands still on her face, Y/N gripping tightly onto his waist as she followed him into the bedroom and up against the pale white wall next to the bed. Sirius slid one hand down her shoulders, tracing the line of her clavicle and making Y/N shiver before leading further down and tracing the outline of her breasts, grinning into her mouth when he realised that she was braless.

“You’re just making it too easy for me,” He growled into her ear, kissing down her neck as he massaged her breasts roughly, Y/N pushing her head back into the wall and taking in a deep breath. She felt her heart pounding stronger with every touch across her body, the feeling of anticipation building as his hand moved down her waist, inching closer and closer towards her thighs.

“Perhaps I went a little overboard with the teasing,” Y/N gasped a little, grinning at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry I’m sure I was very close to jumping you in the shower,” He chuckled a little, biting his lip as he watched her squirm with his fingers’ movements. Sirius’ reached the slit along with Y/N’s dress and pushed it up, slipping his fingers underneath her underwear and pulling them down quickly, letting her flick them off quickly with her feet.

Y/N pulled Sirius closer with his belt, undoing it with quick movements and unbuttoning his suit pants, pulling them down to reveal his large, pulsing penis. Sirius reached down and felt along his shaft, smiling at Y/N as she watched him, feeling wetter as he touched himself, flicking a thumb across the head.

Then, as if he couldn’t bear being this far apart from her again he pushed his chest against Y/N’s, and hitched her dress up over her hips and hoisting her legs around his waist so that he could push the head of his cock into her vagina.

Y/N gasped, gripping his sides so tightly she was surprised Sirius didn’t push her off but it seemed to egg him on instead, moving completely inside of her so she would moan even louder.

“Fuck me, Sirius, please,” Y/N begged, desperate to feel him move. He didn’t need telling twice, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head and using it as leverage to move in and out of her. Y/N felt her head banging against the wall, loving the roughness of his voice as he penetrated her, his eyes looking wild as he moaned her name into her ear.

Y/N gripped one hand around Sirius’ neck and reached another one down so that she could press a finger onto her clitoris.

“Fuck I love it when you do that,” Sirius breathed, grinning at her, pushing harder inside her with every motion. Y/N smiled back at him, gasping as she felt the combined touch of her clitoris and the feeling of Sirius’ penis pushing into her vagina starting to build, get stronger and stronger.

“I’m so close Sirius, fuck, fuck me,” Y/N hit her head back against the wall, moving her hips harder in time with his own, wanting to climax with his body pressed up against him, still half-clothed.

“Yes, come for me, Y/N,” He gripped the back of her head roughly, pulling her into a kiss, loving hearing her moans on his tongue as he flicked it through her lips. Y/N’s orgasm built in her stomach and she felt herself begin to shake as she felt closer and closer until she felt it completely overwhelm every part of her.

“Sirius,” She sighed, little bursts of her orgasm still jolting through her with every thrust of his penis into her.

“Y/N,” Sirius snarled in response, speeding up his thrusts until Y/N felt him relax, his arms gripping onto her tightly as he came inside her, pulling her head back slightly with his fingers still holding onto strands of his hair.

Sirius pulled out of her, lowering her slowly, and shakily, down to the ground, both of them panting loudly, the smell of sex and sweat hanging in the air around them.

“I’ve never felt so happy to break a promise,” Sirius put his forehead against Y/N, laughing softly.

“I can definitely forgive you.”

“Oh yeah? Cause if you don’t, I know something that might make it up to you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile a little giddily at him reaching around and pulling down the zipper that kept up her dress.

“I think you can make it up to me by ordering some room service and soaking with me in the bath,” Y/N slowly undid the rest of his buttons that they didn’t manage to undo, Sirius stepping out of his pants.

“I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Sirius declared, holding out a hand for her to take and bring her into the bathroom, “Can’t wait till our actual honeymoon.”

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[arson-jellyfish69]

Scp 507, Dr.Bright, Caïn, scp 070 and scp 106 blunt rotation

They are getting elevated and Hella faded

[nat-roman0ff]

i. the first 45 seconds of your life

the here and now; sequel to another certain time and place (read the full series in my masterlist)

i. the first 45 seconds of your life the one where they begin wc: 2,776 warnings: smut (oral), burnt chicken & fading time

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“I’m in love with you.” 

 Her whole body freezes in place, and she isn’t quite sure what to say or do or any of that because her mind is too busy short circuiting over the words that just came out of Shawn’s mouth.

 She continues to stare blankly at him while Shawn’s eyes search her face for any kind of recognition of his words. He’s only met with a blank stare in her eyes, and the color systematically draining out of her face. She tilts her head, and he thinks she’s about to say something but she stops herself. Finally, her brows furrow, and it’s the first sign of life he’s seen in her face in the last forty-five seconds since he dropped those final words. 

 “I’m in love with you too,” she says. And the world is right again. 

---

 Their world had been a cotton candy cloud of happiness, making their friends vomit at their disgusting love for each other, and spending a lot of time in the bedroom (and the kitchen, and the shower, and the sofa…). 

 Being in love, rules, Shawn thinks while he watches her precisely put on her mascara in the bathroom vanity mirror. He smiles when her mouth opens ever so slightly in that little O-shape that he knows she can’t help. She leans back to stand up straight and blinks twice, dabbing away an imprint of black on the tops of her cheek. 

 “If you keep standing there and staring I might press charges,” she says, turning her head to him and smiling.

 “Yeah?” he says, folding his arms across his chest while he leans against the doorframe of the bathroom, “What kind of charges are we talking?” 

 She pops her lips, swiping a bit of gloss along her bottom lip, “well, definitely for being a creep, and slightly obsessed with me.” 

 “Not at all a lie,” Shawn grins. 

 She twists the tube of her gloss tight, “and probably being super hella cute and a giant fucking cheeseball.” 

 She trails across the bathroom on her tiptoes to him, leaving a sticky, shiny, strawberry scented lip print on his cheek, “and for definitely having the best dick in Toronto.” 

 Shawn’s sloppy smile widens across his face and then fades, “wait, how many dicks in Toronto have you seen?” 

 His girlfriend shimmies past him and into their shared bedroom. She’s more or less moved in with him over the past few weeks. He swears it’s a quicker commute for her to work (it’s not) and that his coffee shop is better than hers (maybe it is, but it also costs double the price on this side of town). She always keeps two extra work outfits in his closet, and a spare toothbrush, just in case. He even bought the same shampoo and conditioner as her so she can always be ready to spend the night.

 Shawn watches her dress, observing as her hands smooth out the wrinkles in the skirt of her dress, turning in the mirror to make sure it falls the right way. She tucks on a pair of heels and stands in front of the mirror, taking in a deep breath to hold herself high and proud before releasing it and relaxing her shoulders. 

 “I don’t want to go to work today.” 

 Shawn stands and wraps his arms around her from behind, “too bad, one of us has to pay the bills around here,” he kisses a bit of her exposed shoulder and then rests his chin on it to look at her through the mirror, “just know if you do need to quit your job, I can help you out in the meantime.” 

 She rolls her eyes and slithers out of his grasp, “not everyone gets to do what they love at twenty-one, Shawn. Just because I hate my job now doesn’t mean I’m going to hate it forever. It’s a good stepping stone, I have to pay my dues before I can get to where I want to be.” 

 “I know that, babe,” he leans against the dresser beside them, “I just don’t like seeing you miserable.” 

 She rolls her eyes again, “I’m not miserable Shawn. Far from it. But I will be miserable if you don’t get me a bottle of wine and some takeout tonight,” she gives him a peck on the lips, “now I really have to go.” 

 It’s a pretty mundane Friday for Shawn when she leaves. He goes to the gym, eats breakfast, drinks his coffee, takes a shower, does some laundry. It’s mundane and everyday and routine But it’s so fucking nice to be bored every once and a while. Although he was never bored with her. Sure, they could be bored, laying on the couch scrolling through their phones and not saying anything, but so long as she was there, he was never bored. 

 Mundane was a nice sort of calm between being in a different city every night and sleeping on a cramped bus with three other people. But time was getting away from them, he thought about the last weeks they had together, alone. They had four more days before the next leg of tour started and he had to leave her behind. Neither had spoken about it, they just watched as the sand in the hour glass dwindled and they weren’t ready for the next two months apart. Sure, they’d done it before as friends, but it was different now. Shawn had never felt such a cosmic closeness to someone before, his body was different when she wasn’t around.

 On the other side of Toronto, she drags her feet into the office building she regrets to call work. It’s not all bad, except for her bitchy boss and coworkers who love nothing more than to make her feel inadequate. But she constantly reminds herself how lucky she is to be here, and that this situation isn’t permanent.

 At lunchtime, a deliveryman stops at her cubicle with a sunflower floral arrangement. She plucks up the card and of course they’re from Shawn. She giggles at the message he’s written her and blushes when she thinks about the poor person at the florist shop that had to write it.

 Hey sexy!

 I hope your Friday is as wonderful as you are. I already miss you even though you just left. I can’t wait to see you tonight and eat you out like four times. See you soon. 

 Shawn (aka love daddy)

 She covers her mouth to stifle a snort and arranges the flowers on her desk. The rest of the day comes easy with the promise of coming home to Shawn. What she wasn’t looking forward to was his departure in four days. He’d finally (sort of) given up on asking her to come with him on tour. It was terrible timing and would put too much of a dent in her life right now - it just wasn’t cohesive. It was the last leg, so the worst of it was over and she had to remember that there were only a few more months to go until he was home in time for the holidays. 

 Of course, there would be more tours, award shows, promo, trips to the studio, music videos, and everything else that came with being Shawn that would keep them away. But their cotton candy cloud was too big and sweet right now to burst. 

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 Her insides scream sweet relief when the clock stikes 5pm and it’s time to go home to Shawn. She mutters obscenities to herself as she wrestles with the oversized floral arrangement on her walk home. Luckily it’s not far and when the elevator door opens to his floor she’s met with the smell of something burning and a smoke alarm blaring. 

 Shawn tried to cook again.

 “Oh honey you’re already home!” He coughs as he tries to clear the smoke in the kitchen by waving an oven mit and dish towel around. 

 She chuckles and sets the flowers on the counter as the scent of burnt chicken fills her nostrils. She sees the sizzling, smoky pan in the sink with what looks like charcoal stuck onto it. 

 “You really didn’t have to,” she laughs, “in fact, please don’t ever do it again.” 

 His arms stop waving and he pouts. The alarm finally silences and Shawn shakes his head to clear the ringing in his ears, “I was just trying to do something nice.” 

 She hops off the chair of the kitchen island and saunters towards him, placing a hand on his chest, “while I appreciate the effort, you are completely helpless in the kitchen. But I still love you for it.”

 “I guess I can’t be good at everything,” he says, swishing a layer of invisible hair over his shoulder.

 She punches his shoulder, “so what should we have? Pizza or Chinese?” 

 He gets that look in his eye, “I’d rather have you first.” 

 She squeaks when the cold granite countertop hits the backs of her thighs. Shawn’s mouth is on her before she has a half second to process what’s happening. He’s been waiting for her all day ever since he came across a pair of her black lacy underwear while doing laundry. He couldn’t get the image of the way they sit across her hips out of his fucking head since lunchtime and now that she was home he couldn’t wait to devour her.

 His lips are fast and hungry against hers. She contorts her body a little in an attempt to pull off her heels, Shawn’s hand grabs her wrist, “keep them on,” he says with a bite to her ear, he kisses down the hollow part of her throat and across her chest to just where her dress crosses her breasts in a V-shape, “and lay back.” 

 She moves slowly to ensure there’s nothing behind her. Her head barely stays on the counter, her hair waterfalling over the edge. She lets her arms fall back too and relishes in the feeling of Shawn taking control. He wastes no time reaching under her dress, letting his fingers tiptoe the thin straps of her underwear before hooking them around his index fingers. 

 Shawn slows down for a second, taking his time as he tugs the fabric down her soft thighs. He thinks of how much he’s going to fucking miss this on tour and there’s no amount of FaceTime and handywork that will make up for the feeling of her skin under his. He’s obsessed with the way she feels, with every dip and dimple, every tiger stripe of faded stretched out skin - everything that made her uniquely for him. 

 He finally pushes the fabric past her manicured toes and slingshots it into the living room, she watches as it flies over the couch and behind it to that lost space between the sofa and wall. 

 “Hey!” She says sitting up, “you’re gonna fish those out later, buddy.” 

 Shawn just smiles and holds her face in his hand and gives her the softest kiss. He breaks away and walks to the fridge to pull out the wine she’d requested this morning. He opens the cork with ease and takes a sip from the bottle before handing it to her.

 “Oh so it’s a drink straight out of the bottle kind of night, huh?” She asks, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after taking too big a sip. 

 Shawn just replies with another ferocious kiss, his mouth tastes like the grapes of her favorite wine and she rests her hands low on his hips. He places a palm on her sternum and nudges her back. She gets the hint and lays back flat against the granite countertop. Shawn’s hand works slowly down her front, cupping her heat and letting the fabric create some much warranted friction. 

 She lets out a breathless moan at the contact and bites down hard on her lip. He does it again, and makes sure to hit her sensitive bundle of nerves and she bucks her hips up into him. When he moves his hand away from her she pouts and he wants to kiss that pout right off her face but resists doing so, the alternative is much better. 

 He bunches the fabric of her dress in his fist and pulls up, revealing her bare half to him. His tongue involuntarily swipes over his bottom lip and he feels his pants tighten. She can feel the cold air hit her in the most devine way. Shawn drops to his knees and places each of her legs over his shoulders. 

 “Missed you,” he whispers. 

 She laughs, “are you talking to me or my vagina?” 

 “I’m not going to answer that question.” 

 He feels her body shake with laughter, but calms it the moment his lips hit her knee. Shawn kisses slowly up the inside of her leg, past dimples and faded stripes of rippled skin. He places a single kiss above her heat before working, moving to work up the other side, he wants to leave no patch of skin unloved, un-worshiped. 

 Her fingers thread through the curls at the top of his head when he nears closer to her center and he knows she’s more than ready for it now. He slides her forward just a bit more on the counter (he’d almost chipped a tooth on the granite when he tried this last week). She tugs at his hair to encourage him, her whole body shivering the moment his tongue takes the first lap of her core. 

 She lets out a breathy fuck to disguise the moan as he picks up the pace. He starts with his usual figure eights, the condo silent except for her gasping, muted moans and the sound of Shawn’s tongue against her soaked center. 

 The sharp of her heels dig into his shoulders as he adds two fingers to enter her. Her hand leaves his hair to grab at anything she can, her nails scratching against the hard surface of the countertop when she’d normally ball a fist of sheets in her hand. Shawn watches her chest heave as he steadies his rhythm; lips sucking at her tender bud, long fingers curling inside of her to reach that one spot. 

 A warm spot in her lower body begins to boil over and burn her skin from toe to fingertip. She can feel it crawl up her chest and into her cheeks, painting them his favorite shade of pink. The lower part of her body twitches under him but he’s quick to hold her down with the palm his hand, tutting her along the way.

 “Shawn I’m so so so so so close,” she breathes, digging her heels even harder into his shoulders but he’s too into it to care about the searing pain. 

 He releases her with a wet pop of his lips, “just let go whenever you’re ready.” 

 She takes a deep breath but it’s cut off when his tongue does overtime on her. Too sensitive to take it, she lets her orgasm crash over her with an arch of her back and a moan that echoes throughout the condo.

 Shawn stands and leans over her body to kiss her forehead, “stay here, I’ll be right back.” 

 She nods, too fucked to even think straight about it. He gives her time to recover while he runs to the bathroom to wet a washcloth with warm water. When he returns, he runs it softly up her inner thighs, cleaning up the dampness from her arousal mixed with his spit. She quivers when he runs it gently across her sensitive core and covers her back up with the skirt of her dress.

 “I need some help up, you destroyed me,” she groans, wiggling her fingers at him. 

 Shawn chuckles and grabs her hand to sit her up straight. Her hair is a mess, and her cheeks are still prickled with his favorite pink and he’s not sure how he managed to live this long without telling her he’s in love with her.

 “So, pizza or Chinese?” He asks, repeating her question from earlier.

 She grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him in between her legs, “oh no, you’re next.”

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 heyyyyyyyyy! so this is the first chapter to the sequel of a certain time and place! i love all the beautiful responses i got from the last series. this chapter is moreso of a drop in, we have a LONG way to go with these guys and i’m excited to share it with y’all! drop a reblog, reply or ask if you enjoyed :)