#Scooped Sitcom AU

[and-stir-the-stars]

scooped sitcom au. Mike carefully asks Evan if Ev is sure that Mike's zombie look doesn't scare him. Evan goes unnervingly quiet and looks away, thinking. "No," he says. "It doesn't scare me. I think-- I think I look like that, too..."

His ghost form glitches and flickers, turning from his post-Bite broken head look to what his rotten corpse must look like molding six feet under the ground. Then his form changes back. He looks up at Mike with a bloody smile. Time for another game!

[dire-kumori]

Scooped Sitcom Mike doesn’t really like to talk about his whole... situation, but when he does he usually refers to himself as ‘ugly,’ and ‘disgusting,’ and even, ‘broken.’ One time when he does this Evan looks up at him and frowns.

Evan: You promised you wouldn’t say mean things anymore.

Mike, confused: I’m... not? Saying anything mean to you?

And then he starts overthinking, wondering if he had inadvertently insulted Evan without meaning to.

Evan: You shouldn’t say mean things about yourself either.

Mike: [shrugs] It’s not like it’s not true.

So Evan decides the correct course of action would be to play keep away with Mike’s head until he stops being self-deprecating.

[yelenasdiary]

My Little Secret || Part III

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: You meet Kate, Yelena’s best friend for the first time.  

Slight Angst | Fluff | 1.5K | 

Translations: милая девушка (pretty girl),

AC: Finally made a little part 3 to my favourite AU!! Enjoy

Part 1 & Part 2

After meeting Natasha unexpectedly then meeting Melina and Alexei, it wasn't long until Yelena had you staying a few nights at the Avengers compound waiting for her best friend, Kate Bishop, to return from a mission. You've met everybody else from Tony to Peggy and couldn't help but feel a sense of love and support that Yelena had found herself in.

You knew after meeting the rest of the team and their families that Yelena was in safe hands, she always had been. All those nights when you worried about her on missions, it all made sense now, she was safe and always coming home to you and Fanny. 

Of course, you both couldn't leave Fanny back home alone without somebody to stop by and feed her so Yelena had to spend a great deal of time trying to convince Tony and Steve that Fanny would be no trouble, she's toilet trained and would sleep in her room with you. That she did, you were lying on the shared bed picking at a bag of grapes binge watching Friends when Yelena had returned from training, fresh from the shower. 

"You both look comfortable" Yelena smiled softly as she lent down and kissed you softly, "Mmm" you hummed against her lips, never being able to get used to the fluttering feeling she gave you in your stomach whenever she kissed you. "How was training with Nat?" you asked as she made her way over to the wardrobe, "Full of her being a smart arse as always" she replied causing you to chuckle, "oh, Kate and Clint will be back by 10am tomorrow. Nat spoke to Clint earlier" she added as she pulled her pj shirt over her head. 

"Oh goodie" you smiled, "I can't wait! From what you've told me, Kate sounds wonderful!" you added. Yelena pulled the covers back as she slipped into bed behind you, naturally wrapping her arms around you and pulling you slightly closer to her before Fanny could wiggle herself between the two of you. "Did Wanda put you onto this show?" Yelena asked, placing a quick kiss on your cheek as she snuggled as close as she could to you. "Have you never heard of Friends?" you chuckled, "nope" Yelena said confidently.

"Babe, Friends is one of the biggest sitcoms of all time, how have you not heard of it by now?" you looked over your shoulder at her with a raised brow. "I guess now I have?" Yelena chuckled lightly, "you're going to be the death of me Belova" you joked shaking your head. "Almost sounds like you like that idea, Mrs Belova" Yelena teased. She's been using the new name for you in secret, she says it's to adjust to the upcoming wedding, but you knew she secretly loved calling you by it, making it more obvious that you were really hers. 

Yelena woke up before you, smiling softly to herself when she slipped out of bed to take a peep at you. You had Fanny lying beside you as you cuddled her like a pillow, Fanny didn't move an inch when Yelena snuck out of the bedroom to make you a coffee. "You're up early" Natasha greeted Yelena as she walked into the kitchen. Wanda was by the stove making the compound a big breakfast while Natasha sat "looking pretty" as Wanda would say. 

"Kate's coming back together" Yelena reminded her older sister. 

"Ooo, are you nervous about her meeting Y/n?" Natasha asked in a teasing tone. "Leave the kids alone, Natalia" Wanda playfully slapped her wife's arm. "Oh, come on, I was only asking" Nat argued before taking a bite from her toast, "No, I'm more worried about how much they'll like each other" Yelena admitted. Wanda turned wave from the stove with the fry pan in her hand and scooping the bacon onto a clean plate, "well, that's a good thing, isn't is?" Wanda asked as she looked up at Yelena. 

"Yeah, but you've met Y/n and Kate" Yelena shrugged. 

"Oh, honey, you have nothing to worry about. Y/n loves you; I've seen the way you both look at each other. Besides, Kate wouldn't do anything to ruin what you have with Y/n, she's your best friend" Wanda smiles softly hoping her words would assure Yelena with her worries. 

"Come on, Lena, Y/n is crazy about you. Sure, her and Kate will probably get along really well but Y/n said yes to you" Natasha puts her 2 cents worth in. 

"So I'm not stupid for having these thoughts?" Yelena asked looking between the two women. "Of course not!" Wanda quickly places the fry pan back on the stove, "everybody has these thoughts. You've had Y/n all to yourself, you've never had to worry about those thoughts before. As much as this is new to Y/n, it's also new to you and it's okay to be nervous" she added with a soft smile as she looked at Yelena again. 

"What are you? The love guru?" Natasha looked at her wife with a glaze. "I'm just trying to help" Wanda mumbled. 

"Thanks for the ted talk" Yelena smiled as she began to pour you a mug of freshly made coffee before pinching two slices of Natasha's toast and leaving the room. 

The strong smell of coffee woke you as you turned onto your back and slowly opened your eyes, smiling tiredly to Yelena as she placed your coffee on the bedside table. "Good morning, милая девушка" she placed a kiss on your forehead while you woke yourself up more. "Good morning" you replied as you began to sip up, instantly reaching for your coffee, "How did you sleep?" Yelena asked. 

"Always good when you're here" you smiled then sipped your coffee, "you?" you added. "No complaints" Yelena smiled softly as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "So Kate will be here within the next hour and half, right?" you asked, Yelena nodding, "Sweet, did you want to take Fanny for a walk before hand?" instantly Fanny shot up from her sleeping position at your mention of a walk. "Doesn't look like I have a choice now" Yelena chuckled. 

----

Walking back into the compound after a long and relaxing walk with Yelena and Fanny the laughter coming from the common room only confirmed with Yelena that Kate had arrived back from her mission was a jolly as she always has been. "You ready?" Yelena turned to you, Fanny's leash tightly wrapped around her hand to keep her form wondering off around the compound, Tony's rules. "To meet Kate? I've been waiting all week" you smiled softly seeing the hint of worry in Yelena's eyes, "it'll be okay honey, I don't know why you're so worried" you placed a kiss on her lips. 

"I'm not worried" she nervously chucked, "I'm going to take Fanny up to the room, will you wait here for me?" she added. "Sure can" you smiled softly. 

"Where's Yelena? Is she back from her break yet?" You heard a voice who you could only assume was Kate asking. "Uh, yeah, I think she went out for fresh air. She would be back soon" you heard Natasha reply. You couldn't help but feel proud of Yelena for opening her world up to you a little more, meeting her family and now getting to meet her best friend was big for her and you could see that in her eyes. You were no longer a secret she kept from those around her but now a part of her family. 

"If Kate gets too much, send me a sign and we'll go do something else" Yelena returned. "Will you stop worrying? I'm sure Kate is lovely" you smiled reaching for her hand, "come on, I heard her asking for you" you added before the two of you made your way to the common room. The woman with long brown hair smiled widely when Yelena and you entered the room, "there you are!" Kate said not even taking notice of Yelena's hand holding yours. 

"Here I am" Yelena replied, gently giving your hand a squeeze, "Is this a new recruit? I'm Kate!" she walked over to you both and shook your hand, "Actually, this is Y/n" Yelena corrected her friend, "my fiancée" she added. "Wait a minute, you never told me you were seeing somebody, are you playing a joke on me Lena? Because if so, that's not fair! You are very beautiful" Kate smiled at you. 

"She's not joking but thank you very much, you have breath-taking eyes" you smiled, Yelena squinted her eyes at her friends attempts to flirt. "How did I miss this?" Kate frowned slightly as she looked at Yelena. "I just didn't want to tell everybody, but we've been together for over two years" Yelena confessed earning a growing smile on Kate's lips, "that explains so much, it's lovely to meet you, finally" She looked to you with the same smile. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well" you returned the smile. 

The meeting went a lot better than Yelena thought, after dinner everybody sat around playing cards. Yelena couldn't stop stealing glances at you whenever you and Kate broke out into laughter, "told you everything would be fine" Wanda lent over and whispered to the blonde assassin, "she's still my little secret" Yelena whispered more so to herself with a soft smile as she watched how happy you were, making her fall in love with you all over again.

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[the-lonelybarricade]

Did you say elriel one shot, LB? I may be too late in giving a prompt, but what if Feyre set up Azriel and Elain on a date because she loves to meddle in modern au? Feel free to ignore this. I just wrote the first thing that came to mind. 😊

Thank you for the prompt Mel!!! I know that you're asleep right now, but I hope this feels like a nice surprise when you wake up! <3

As a contribution to @elainweekofficial and LB officially dipping her toes into the Elriel waters, here's a short fun little one-shot!

Summary: House sitting Feyre's cat doesn't go exactly how Elain is planning

CW: None! Besides Prick the cat returning to cause mayhem

Words: 2.5k

Read on AO3

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Elain’s heels clicked against the uneven cobblestone outside of Feyre and Rhysand’s townhouse. She regretted wearing them—had forgotten how easily they caught on the pavement outside her sister’s home, threatening to trip her while she was focused on the impressive feat of juggling her sister’s keys, two armfuls of groceries, and the phone she had pressed between her shoulder and ear.

“Gray,” she said, trying hard to maintain her patience, though an unintentional sharpness still edged her voice. She was having a difficult time getting the necessary key into her occupied hands. “I already told you I’m not coming over.”

“Why?”

“Because, for starters, I’m busy sitting Feyre’s cat,” Elain explained patiently. Again. “And more importantly—” She swore as fumbled the keys, watching them clatter to the pavement. Her irritation surged, getting the better of her in the form of a harsh sigh and a hissed, “Because we’re broken up, Graysen!”

The phone line became quiet, not that Elain paid much attention as she tediously squatted down, balancing precariously on each heel, trying not to drop the incredibly heavy groceries as she hooked the keyring between a finger and slowly rose back to her full height.

Graysen, who was oblivious to what she’d just accomplished, finally said, “This is why I want you to come over so we can talk about it, El.”

She huffed through her nose. Graysen’s version of talk about it usually consisted of taking off her clothes and occupying her mouth so that she didn’t have a chance to tell him what a bastard he was for sleeping with his secretary. She had no interest in talking about it.

Elain let herself focus on pushing the key through the lock, turning until she felt the mechanism click. Graysen could wait.

“Elain?”

Not that he was terribly good at it.

The front door pushed open to a carpeted entryway. Despite Graysen’s growing impatience, she felt her heart lift at the sight of the familiar wood paneled walls, lovingly framed with Feyre’s portraits of her husband and their friends. She loved coming here and being reminded of the love that existed in Feyre’s life—even if Elain was having trouble finding it in her own.

“I should get going, Graysen,” she said. Her arms were aching from the sustained weight of the groceries. Desperate to set them down, she headed into the kitchen, scanning the hallways as she went in search of the kitten Feyre had recently adopted.

“It’s just a cat, Elain. They can take care of themselves.”

She spied the cat in question lounging in a sunspot atop the marble counter. His sleepy face raised up at her approach, blinking bleary eyes towards her as she set the groceries—finally—on the counter.

“Prick,” she cooed, holding a hand out in greeting to the small black cat.

“Excuse me?”

Elain rolled her eyes. “Not you, Gray. That’s what Feyre named her cat.”

“She named it Prick?”

With no patience for the judgment in his tone, Elain scooped up the cat in one arm, cradling to her chest as she snapped, “Maybe she named him after you.”

She headed towards the living room, intending to set the cat down, hang up with Graysen, and watch reruns of old sitcoms until the heavy knot in her chest loosened. Except, as Elain stepped back into the hallway, all of four things happened.

Elain screamed.

The naked man standing in the hallway shouted in surprise and dropped his towel.

Prick startled and raked his sharp claws across Elain’s arm as he scrambled to escape her hold.

And Elain’s phone clambered to the ground, taking her awareness of Graysen and any of his complaints along with it.

For a moment, she and the naked man could only stare at each other through wide eyes. It was a consolation that the naked man seemed equally as surprised to see her, unless this was all some odd, elaborate, and terribly ineffective murder tactic.

“Hi,” she squeaked. “I’m, uh, Elain Archeron.”

She knew it would be polite to turn away, since he obviously hadn’t intended to flash her with his naked body. And truthfully, that was what Elain tried to do. But she made the mistake of looking from his beautiful face to the body beneath it. It was an understatement to say he cut an imposing figure. All rich golden brown skin stretched over taut, carefully honed muscle that was still wet and glimmering from his shower. When her eyes fell to his sculpted chest and the corded abdomen beneath it, she told herself she should stop, but still her traitorous eyes slanted downwards, to the defined vee of his hips and wisps of dark coarse hair that led…

Elain swallowed, her tongue suddenly thick, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Hi Elain,” he said, not nearly as flustered as she imagined someone would be in his situation. He had most definitely noticed her unsubtle ogling, and he hadn’t bothered yet to reach for the towel. Her cheeks flushed, but she was in no hurry to complain about it. “I’m Azriel.”

“Azriel,” she breathed, wracking her mind for why that sounded familiar. The sight of him had turned everything else to static, she couldn’t even remember why she’d been coming this direction in the first place. “Are you, uh. Are you one of Rhysand’s friends?”

“I’m his brother.”

“Oh.”

Elain did remember him. From Rhysand’s wedding party. She had thought he was a security guard until she’d seen him standing next to Rhys at the altar. He had given a speech, though by that point in the night she had been too drunk, and too naively smitten with Graysen, to remember much else about him.

“Do you often walk around your brother’s house naked?”

He raised a dark brow, something dangerous about the look he offered her. “That depends,” he said. “Are you often here to watch?”

The way his eyes flickered, just briefly, to the appendage hanging between his legs was just as condemning as if he’d gestured with his hands. Saying, I saw you looking. There was no denying that she had been. Even still, she hadn’t turned away from him, and could still see it growing in her peripheral vision.

There was nothing casual in the way she needed to clear her throat before speaking. “I’m here to watch the cat.”

Although god knows where he ran off to.

Azrie’s lip twitched. “What a coincidence. I’m here to watch the cat as well.”

Typical. Utterly typical of Feyre to hear of Elain’s breakup and decide to meddle, no sooner than a week after it had happened. All good intentions with scarcely any tact. Her sigh was exasperated, taking with it the earlier affection she’d felt for her younger sister and her husband, with his stupidly attractive—and if she had to guess, single—brother. Who was watching her though dark hazel eyes, lips quirked in just enough of a smile that Elain knew that he knew he was hot.

“Well,” she said. The strain in her voice convinced her to finally avert her eyes, not willing to boost his ego any further. “The cat doesn’t need both of us to watch it, and you look like you’ve made yourself at home, so maybe I should just—“

“You’re bleeding,” he interrupted.

Elain frowned, glancing down to her arm. She had felt the sting from the cat’s scratches but she hadn’t realized they’d broken skin. A hand clasped her wrist, turning her forearm upwards. Azriel leaned forward and she could feel the fresh heat of his shower still drifting off his skin. Gods, she could smell the soap he had used, the scent of cedarwood suddenly cloying in the small space between them.

He gave a low whistle. “Guess the cat earns its name. Come on, you’re going to want to wash this.”

“I’m a big girl,” Elain said, snatching her hand away, uncertain why she was deciding to be so haughty with him. Besides that he refused to put his towel back on. She rubbed her wrists in an effort to banish the residual heat of his touch, grumbling, “I think I can manage to put a bandaid on my own cuts.”

“Do you know where they are?”

No, but she took it by the smirk working its way onto his mouth that he did. Rather than answer, Elain turned back into the kitchen, prepared to find them herself. A moment later, she heard footsteps following after her.

“Not there,” he said as she opened a cabinet. Elain slammed it shut, then opened another. “Not there, either.”

She whirled, nearly slamming face first into his naked chest. He was, at least, wearing the towel again, however precariously it was tied at his hip. She had to tip her chin upwards to scowl at him. “Do you even care about helping? Or are you just here to be a pest in my ear?”

Rather than respond, Azriel reached over her head to flip open a cabinet, wordlessly retrieving a small first aid kit.

“Go on,” he said, nodding to the kitchen sink. “Show me what a big girl you are.”

“Ass,” she muttered.

“Come again?”

“I said Az.” She turned on the tap, giving the water a moment to heat. “That’s your nickname right?”

“I don’t think that’s what you called me.”

Elain ventured a glance towards his face, trying to gauge if she’d offended him. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a certain lightness, almost laughter, dancing in the honeyed flecks of his irises.

Their eyes met. Held. Her breath felt shorter than it had been a moment ago. “You must be hearing things.”

“Must be,” he agreed.

His voice rumbled in the back of his throat, deep and rich and dark, like the spoken equivalent of ground coffee. It caused her pulse to quicken just the same, and she might as well have down an entire cup, for how much more alert she felt. Aware of her every breath, of his.

Eventually, Elain decided that thrusting her bleeding arm under the running water would be preferable to participating any moment longer in their silent staring contest, where the rising tension had become the world’s most smothering consolation prize. She bit her lip, trying not to hiss at the sting with Azriel watching her so intently, a number of taunts likely prepared for the moment she let her discomfort show.

Elain still winced when she added a small bit of soap, and found herself funneling each stinging pass of her fingers towards her growing frustration with Azriel. She couldn’t help feeling that if he wasn’t standing over her shoulder, making such a big deal out of this moment, then it wouldn’t hurt as much because she wouldn’t be so focused on not feeling pain. Besides, it was his fault for scaring her while she was holding a cat in the first place.

“What’s this?” Azriel’s attention snared on the bags of groceries she’d set on the counter. He walked over, sparing her from his attention as he nosily peeked into both of the paper bags.

“None of your business.”

“It is if it’s leaking onto the counter,” he responded coolly.

A scarred hand lifted the top of the bag to reveal the puddle of melted ice cream that had leaked through the paper. Elain turned off the tap with an aggrieved sigh. She’d forgotten she’d bought things that needed to go in the freezer.

“They were groceries,” she snapped, fumbling for the box of bandaids. It felt childish to even be using them. “I thought I was spending the weekend here.”

“Nothing’s stopping you.”

“The naked man standing in this kitchen says otherwise,” Elain sniped. “It’s fine,” She added, more to herself than him. She peeled back the protective plastic on the bandage before rubbing it over the cut with more concentration than was necessary. “I can stay with a friend.”

“You don’t have anywhere to stay?”

“No!” Elain knew he didn’t deserve the way she spat the word, or how she slammed the box of bandaids back to the counter. But she worried if she didn’t shout, then she might cry. “Because I just moved out of my ex’s house and my sister told me I could stay here while she and Rhys are away.”

“That’s fine,” Az said, holding up his hands. His voice was soothing, rather than angry, and Elain immediately felt guilty for lashing out at him. “I didn’t know you would be here, either. Clearly Prick is in good hands, so I can go.”

He turned away without giving her a chance to argue, or thank him. Elain swallowed back her guilt. Really, Feyre should have been the one on the receiving end of her rage, and it was unfair to take it out on Azriel, who had been equally a victim of her scheming. Even if he had taken his sweet time putting that towel back on.

Once she heard the soft click of a door being shut, Elain went back into the hallway to retrieve her phone. It thankfully hadn’t suffered any damage in the fall, though she did have a number of confused, vaguely hostile, messages from Graysen demanding to know what happened and who she was with.

She ignored them when she saw that a message from Feyre had also come in.

Hey!! Ellie I’m so sorry, there was a slight miscommunication between me and Rhys. I knew he wouldn’t mind if you stayed at the house while we were away so I didn’t bother telling him. Buuuuut turns out he’d done the same thing not telling ME that HIS brother is staying at the house. Azriel’s apartment is getting fumigated so Rhys promised him he could stay. You don’t mind sharing, do you?? Gosh, you’re probably already there. I would have warned you if I’d known!

Fumigated. Elain slumped defeatedly back into the kitchen, mulling this new information over while she tried to salvage the groceries that hadn’t been ruined by the ice cream mess.

Azriel returned soon after, dressed in black jeans and a navy tee that brought out the cooler colors in his eyes. He offered Elain a polite smile. “Nice meeting you again.”

And he wasn’t even going to tell her.

“Wait,” she said, reaching for his arm. He stopped, eyes falling immediately to where she touched him. The contact suddenly felt scalding, but Elain resisted the urge to let go. “I just got a text from Feyre. She told me that your house is being fumigated. I’m—I’m sorry, for losing my temper earlier. I’m happy for us both to stay, if you don’t mind either.”

The look Azriel offered her made Elain want to dash out that door. She knew there would be no surviving a weekend with him. There was hardly surviving an hour.

“I don’t mind,” he said, that devilish half smirk returning to his lips. “Could be a fun weekend, afterall.”

[fyrefrostanimus]

👬☎️🐻🧟📸, for the ask game?

Thank you for making me actually think about this stuff because god knows when I would have without the expectations of others

👬: Not quite sure how they met but it wasn't in college. They probably both ended up wanting to do the Freddy's business so William said "what if we don't compete?" It was at first just Henry as the tech genius he started teaching William stuff about animatronics as well. Henry, though, never picked up the business side of it no matter how much he wanted to.

☎: Ah, Phone Guy. I never thought about him that much. Like at all (I'm kinda glad he actually has a canon-ish name now because at least I don't have to think of one). All I really know is that Michael found a way to blame himself for this like he did Elizabeth's "kidnapping." Mike's logic for this is that if he hadn't taken that night shift, the man he later found out was named Ralph would have been okay. He was gonna retire but instead got retired from life. I kinda want to justify him being a ghost out there somehow, just for fun.

🐻(can't find a fucking zombie emoji):I'm assuming you mean the Mike and Henry one since there's no others witha zombie emoji. I'll use the Phoenix AU one because it's the one with the most developed background. Michael and Jeremy F. were dating and after the whole "getting scooped abd waking up on the sidewalk" thing he broke up with his boyfriend, not because he wanted to but because he thought that was the best way to keep Jeremy safe (Michael by this point believes that anyone close to him will actively suffer and/or die unless they cut ties, and if he has to be the one to do it he'll do it, even if it's reluctantly). He ends up living with Henry after this since Jeremy kept trying to visit and ask him why, so Michael kinda went to drastic measures: going completely missing. He remembered where Henry lived since the man hasn't moved since the years shortly after the Bite of 83 when Michael would try to seek shelter away from William at Henry's place.

📸: The animatronics caused a few disappearances when people would go into abandoned Fazbear locations and end up pissing off the ghost kids. So it's more like a rumor with some pretty damning evidence than fully knowing. Except for the time a customer in the Pizzeria Sim location pushed Michael's buttons enough for him to decide that this guy deserved a scare and took off his mask in from of the guy. Dude would never stop insisting the manager was a zombie but no one ever believed him. Michael never knew it but he inspired an indie sitcom on YouTube called "The Manager's a Zombie", probably the way he would have liked to be remembered.

[matchingbatbites]

✨WIP Weekend ✨

I've been tagged FOUR separate times to participate this weekend, so I guess I should!! Thank you so much to @steves-strapcollection @patchworkgargoyle @starryeyedjanai and @scoops-stevie <3

THE RULES

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

THE WIPS

All of these are 18+! Please feel free to request more than one, just make sure they're separate asks!!

how greedy my heart (bigbang fic)

thighs

possession 😈

beach fic (modern au, steve sells ice cream on the beach)

bat daddy (inspired by this art)

THE SNIPPET

He and Robin have lived together ever since they shook the dust of Hawkins off their shoes and planted roots in Chicago, Robin moving because of school and Steve moving because of Robin. Six years they’ve spent sharing the same space, just existing together in close quarters, and now.

All Steve can think about is a big, empty house in Loch Nora and parents who were barely around, and how the silence feels exactly the same now as it did back then.

No more laughter ringing out while they watch a sitcom, no more dancing in the kitchen while half-drunk on whatever alcohol they have laying around, no more slipping into her room at night when he just needs someone to hold him and remind him that he’s loved.

Not tagging anyone because it's already made the round this week!!

[beanieman]

YTTD Celebrity AU

Sara Chidouin - Sara is a well known news anchor. She’s known for finding scoops no other reporters can through her charisma. 

Joe Tazuna - Joe is famous by association with Sara. He’s known for popping up in her news reports to tell jokes or just talk to the camera like it’s a friend. He lightens up Sara’s normally professional attitude and the fans hope Joe will join Sara as a crew member one day. 

Gin Ibushi - Gin stared in a dog food commercial that really blew up and ended up reaching meme status (kind of like the Jake from state farm commercial). 

Keiji Shinogi - The entire fandom seems to simp over him so lets make him a famous model. He’s a very polarizing figure after shooting his first boss in what he claims was self defense during an argument. People hire him if they believe “all publicity is good publicity.). 

Alice and Reko Yabusame - You don’t have to change a lot for these two. Reko is already famous for her singing, and if Alice stayed in a band with her he’d probably be big too. 

Kazumi Mishima and Nao Egokoro - Mishima is a famous artist. His paintings go for large amounts of money and are hung in many museums. He mentors Nao who wants to be just as talented and big as Mishima is. 

Q-taro Burgerberg - Q-Taro is famous for his baseball skills. He’s on of the most talented players Japan has ever seen. Everyone at least knows his name even if they don’t keep up with sports. 

Kai Satou - Kai is a famous chief and has his own cooking show. He has one of the shows watched by Mothers early on Saturday morning. He’s not well known by anyone not in that demographic but he enjoys his small quiet success.   

Kanna Kizuchi - Kanna acts along with Kugie in a sitcom. I don’t have a lot to add to this. 

Shin Tsukimi - Shin is famous in online space’s. He’s a streamer who teaches about hacking and plays video games. He’s well known for his angry and frantic reactions to horror games. 

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - Ranmaru runs a podcast that’s well known by teenagers. He has very chill vibes and his podcast feels a lot like you’re listening to a friend. 

Naomichi Kurumada - Naomichi is a famous boxer. He has a win streak that very few have managed to beat. He interacts with a lot with his fans through social media and is well loved for it. 

Anzu Kinashi - Anzu is an acrobat/performer. Her stunts aren’t always the most graceful or successful but she can always make what she does funny. She’s good for a laugh and is more famous for that then she is her acrobat career. 

Mai Tsurugi - Mai is a movie actor! She’s known for being able to turn her emotions on and off on a whim. She plays either the love interest or a slasher with no in between. 

Shunsuke Hayasaka - Shunsuke is the least famous celebrity. He runs a well known and respected business blog. He’s famous in the business circle but if you weren’t interested in that sort of thing it would be like he didn’t exist at all. 

Hinako Mishuku - Hinako is a YouTuber. People think she’s playing a pessimistic character for a humor aspect. She’s not, she’s just cynical as a person. 

The basics of this AU is Sara gets assigned to learn more about the lives of celebrities, and ends up finding a found family in the process. 

[dooodle-bug]

Skool AU headcanons for my legion because it sounds really fun!

General:

-Olly and Olivia are apparently the oldest of the entire gang. They don't look/act like it, but they are-

-idk exactly what's going down but from context clues I presume it's supposed to be a high school?? I dunno but that's what I'm going to base it all off of for now.

-Olly somehow recruited a bunch of people younger than him and got them to basically worship him?? He's probably that edgy kid everyone is scared of/nobody talks to in which he says "No, you WILL appreciate me!"

-He probably saw the legion on their own and went: Yeah, you guys are gonna be my croonies now-

-Lucky for him, the legion seem to LOVE him unconditionally for some reason-

-The legion are all Normal People heights instead of giants also

Colored Pencils:

-Calls himself Jean-Pierre but everyone calls him just Colored Pencils-

-Quiet-ish. They're certainly not a talker, but they're also not super quiet either. Heck, that guy just spits insults all the time, like, their only mood is Bitter and it really shows as they basically hate everyone and everything. They're also just super proud. Probably a phase. Or hormones. Or both.

-Prolly a junior or so (prolly 17 or so). Instead of focusing on his work he draws but every time he gets a bad grade he cries. Honestly he's just a really insecure guy that needs to insult everyone or he'll be upset with himself-

-They're just tired all the time and drink coffee. They tend to overwork themself a lot and really just wants to sit down and cry sometimes.

-Takes art class but really, really hates the course. The only reason why he hasn't dropped out is because it was the best of the worst according to him. So during the class instead of doing the actual work he goes "screw it" and draws whatever he feels like.

Rubber Band:

-Awkwardly tall compared to everyone else in their class. They're a little insecure about it. Despite this they're still super duper extroverted and like talking. Like, a lot.

-They are THE theater kid. They're definitely in the drama club and probably the one who even started it in the first place. Like they are soooo big on theater n stuff it's crazy. They're also totally the kinda guy to just join all these clubs just because they can-

-They also like singing a lot. Usually they just hum or make up melodies while they work.

-Despite being such a talker they probably don't have many friends, just a bunch of aquaintences they deem friends. They're just known to everyone as the "loud, annoying theater kid who talks a lot". They don't know that yet.

-Ironically, they are sooooooo into the drama of everyone and everything. They could tell you the scoop of literally every piece of drama that went down in the school, even from before they even started attending. It's kinda like their own sitcom or something-

Hole Punch:

-High School Slacker(tm) Sleeps in class and has terrible grades and everything. He really honestly needs a nap or something-

-They're SUCH an introvert. They hardly say a word ever. They're the embodiment of The Quiet Kid. Like, they hang out by themself in the corner and everything. But once they're behind a door or have their defenses raised, they spit VENOM and if ever given a chance, they'll roast you pretty darn hard.

-Tends to wear headphones and listen to music often. Obviously, he likes 70s disco music and uses some old fashioned music player. He just blasts it and claims it helps him work but then 5 minutes later he just up and starts dancing instead of getting anything done-

-Despite being so introverted, when you get to know them, they're just a huge party animal that apparently goes wild at parties (in their fantasy). Claims to be the life of the party when really they're hiding in the corner.

-Really just hates school and work in general and would rather take a nap in the auditorium all day.

Tape:

-Gangster. School menace. He's a big trouble maker, doing a lot of troublemaker-esque activities. Also when entering rooms he jumps up and hits the doorframe.

-Does NOT care about school in any form whatsoever. Their grades are absolutely awful and they really couldn't care less. They actively skip classes, ignore the teacher, and probably got suspended and detention on several occasions-

-Honestly hates the world and everything in it, believing that everything is a huge waste of time. Mood is typically Anger.

-Class Clown and prankster. He goes outta his way to ruin other people's days because he thinks it's funny. He's honestly kinda a bully, but everyone still seems to like him anyways just because of his status or whatever.

-Oh yeah they're surprisingly popular. Prolly from being such a huge jerk that everyone loves them no matter what.

Scissors:

-Straight A student, high honor role. Spends most of their time studying or doing work, like, super duper smart. They're also basically a teacher's pet, someone who just loves enforcing the rules onto people.

-Honestly they just do everything to make them look good. They join all these clubs and be all stuck up because they know colleges like that sorta thing. Unfortunately, most other students do not and they do not have friends.

-You'd expect them to be all geeky and stuff, but no, they're really cold and edgy and kinda nasty to people.

-Hates everyone. Mostly people who are troublemakers and commit scandalous acts.

-If they ever screw up they go into hiding for hours and cry about it.

Stapler:

-Stray dog that lives outside of campus that Olly slapped a collar on and adopted.

-They're feral af. People have tried getting rid of them but it never works so they're stuck there like a dorm cat.

-Actively harasses and attacks students. Especially ones they have beef against or ones who don't like Olly.

-They have a pretty strong bond with Olly. He spends a lot of time with them and also feeds them on occasion so now they became besties.

-Eats outta the trash sometimes. Probably contracted a disease at this point.

Thank you to whoever read this whole thing!

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

[ ♛ ] EVENT #4: THE MUTUAL MATCHMAKER.

YOUR SOULMATE IS...

@awimafailure​ x koshi sugawara!

SUGAWARA !! <3

little spoon or big spoon // confesses first or waits to be confessed to first // likes pda or prefers to be alone // slowburn or love at first sight // enemies to lovers or friends to lovers or rivals to lovers // late-night car karaoke or late-night takeout // makes food or can’t cook without burning up the kitchen // hugs or hand-holding // breakfast in bed or tv dinners // cries in sad dog movies or remains stone-faced // likes horror movies or hates horror movies // first date at the beach or the movies

TROPES !! <3

enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers or friends to lovers // there was only one bed or soulmate au // red-string au or written-on-skin soulmate au // coffee shop or flower shop // slow-burn or love at first sight // fake-dating to lovers or arranged marriage

EXPLANATION !! <3

sugawara is a little spoon. oh my gosh. after a long day of training, this pretty boy is READY to collapse onto a made bed to rest in your arms. he smells like the gym cleaning formula and lavender-vanilla candles. he waits to be confessed to first, especially since he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but when you do, he’s on cloud NINE and just,,,, AAAA ALSO whether he likes PDA or not is entirely up to his mood, it’s kind of somewhere in-between! suga will literally SPOIL YOU with kisses after games because he’s just so darn happy he got to play and wraps his arms around you while laughing into your ear. it’s definitely going to start off as a slow-burn as a friends to lovers, but slowly and very obviously melt into a full-fleshed 100k fanfic relationship that i’m wiling to go down with. sugawara loves singing, but he’s never really had time for it, but while learning all of the volleyball cues and signs, he’s definitely listened to music in the background beforehand. and man’s is ALL UP for making you whatever food makes you happy?? you two love reserving lazy sunday mornings for blueberry pancakes and sitcoms. also i am JUST saying, if you two had a trope, it would DEFINITELY be that you and sugawara were childhood friends, but then when sugawara thought that he started catching feelings for you it was platonic, until he talked to daichi and asahi about it and they were just- “inhale sugawara. you are in love.”

HEADCANONS !! <3

you, daichi, and asahi spend SO much time together that at this point, it's kind of concerning?? you four all just vibe after practice and spend so much time together, that at some point, people couldn’t tell who you were dating because you all hung out together so often. but at the same time, sugawara also makes sure to always make time for you, bc this amazing bb ADORES YOU and auhfjsfhjcayou

when you and the third years hung out for the first time, boom, it was all just automatic. for some reason, when you looked at sugawara, you felt at home. you felt that what you did, what you said, that all of that somehow mattered. eventually, after finding out that you two passed exams and could go to the same college together, he took his chance. he scooped you up in his arms, his lips pressing against yours in the back of the gym. (hinata took a photo and sent it to the gc)

OH OH n suga makes it a tradition to run up to you, wrap his arms around you and kiss you right after a game, regardless of whether he won or not. his main win was you, and that’s enough for him. sometimes his kisses are passionate, deep, lasting a few seconds before releasing for air. other times, they’re quick and gentle as he laughs and kisses you again on the nose, and other times they’re more messy through tears after a game he lost. regardless of what happened, he still wants you to know that you mean more to him than anything else.

WITH YOUR DESCRIPTION THAT YOU SENT ME !! <3

sugawara says no for you. i love this man with every fiber in my body and you can just TELL that he adores you. especially when you’re a people-pleaser, sugawara just,, FINDS a way to be nice and say no at the same time, leaving no hard feelings between you and the other person. whenever you get anxious or overwhelmed, his arms wrap around you and you two just spend a few hours lying down on the bed for the rest of the day, his hands running through your hair and reminding you that you’re good enough. sugawara is also ABSOLUTELY chaotic, so whenever he needs to, he’ll join in with you and will do the negativityyyyy BEGONE to make you laugh.

singing. on the top of your lungs. with koshi sugawara. wind running through your hair, his eyes showing so much love as he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. other times, he sings softly and gently to you at night, the moon being the only source of light as his hands intertwine with yours. 

[deadpuppetboi]

Please consider, “Eleanor” Baby meeting Post Scoop Elizabeth.

Separate Au where the two live with each other and it's basically a sitcom-

[meaninglessblah-writes]

It’s time for some (belated) Spring Cleaning, and I’m clearing out my overabundant WIP list! Below are four fic ideas I’m tossing out into the void for anyone to pick up and have a go at. It’s a free-for-all, take what you want (but please tag me so I can see what becomes of them! ♥️). 

However, you can vote to save one of the below ideas, which I will save from the cull and be compelled to write. Poll in the link below! 

1. “Tastes Like Home” 

The Pit “fixes” Jason’s palate, and he discovers some of his favourite foods are no longer delicious. i.e. That one where Jason scoops an entire handful of blueberries into his mouth and then just lets them all fall out in horror. With a side of rediscovering Alfred’s signature cooking. 

2. Adam West Batman Verse AU 

During a mission with Batman, Red Robin gets sucked into an alternate universe that's essentially similar to SpiderHam/Peter Porker's style universe - in the sense that wacky cartoon hijinks happen and it's only strange to outsiders (like Tim). This universe is based on the Adam West Batman TV Series a la giant signs that describe what a thing is (e.g. “KILLER DEADLY BEEHIVE TRIPWIRE”). Tim, understandably, is incredulous, but curious (what does happen if he nudges the tripwire?). Before he can set off the first trap, Jason appears with some vague insult along the lines of, “WTF, can’t you read, you dumbass??”. 

Jason is from Tim's universe, but got sucked in at the age of 15 (during the mishap of the purple clown with the crowbar in the warehouse) and for 4ish years has been surviving in the jungle of cartoonish mayhem like Robin Williams in Jumanji. Also, despite the clear warning signs, it's a rule of this universe that you do have to trip the wire regardless. And the conditions of the universe will loop you back to the necessary decision again and again and again until you bite the bullet and make it. Jason has come to terms with these conundrums over his time in bright 60s-style sitcom purgatory, and becomes a begrudging guide for Tim as they work to find their way back to their correct universe. 

3. “Accidental Dick Pic” 

Dick is a new employee/intern at Wayne Enterprises, struggling to fit in with the hustle and bustle of corporate life. He’s called into his boss Tim’s office after accidentally sending him a very not-safe-for-work pic intended for someone else. Dreading the conversation and his imminent termination, Dick is surprised when Tim takes him up on his “offer”. 

4. “Pavlove” 

Tim is nervous about how well Kon will mesh with his eclectic family after announcing their relationship. After he, Kon and Damian spend some time in close quarters for a mission, Tim begins to notice that whenever Kon does something Damian doesn’t consider appropriate/sufficiently doting enough, he clicks his tongue. And when he does do some good gesture for Tim, Damian offhandedly compliments Kon, or moves closer to him, or initiates a conversation on Kon’s interests. Wary of an ulterior motive, it takes Tim a few weeks to realise his adoptive brother is training his boyfriend like a puppy. 

You can vote to save one of these fic ideas by voting in the poll! (All votes are anonymous, and the poll will close 04/15/2020). 

[and-stir-the-stars]

Evan replies with "you don't look like my big brother" when Scooped Sitcom Mike tries telling Evan who he is.

Michael isn't surprised by Ev saying that, but he IS surprised by Evan following it up with "You're too tall."

Mike staring dumbfounded at Evan being more thrown off by his big brother being TALL then he is by Mike being a literal rotting corpse.

(Also right after he says that, Ev continues with a sniffle: "and my big brother would laugh if he knew I'd been trapped here. H-He always thinks that kind of thing is f-funny.")

[dire-kumori]

coming into your inbox to give you some scooped mike body horror:

Trichobatrachus robustus is a species of frog that, when threatened, will break its bones to make the bones pierce through their own skin so the jagged bone pieces can be used as claws. I'm just thinking about scooped Mike (paradoxical reaper or otherwise) being able to do that kind of thing, too. Using his own tendons for ropes, turning his bones into claws/weapons, peeling off his skin and leaving patches of moldy purple slime for people to slip and fall on during a chase scene or an ambush. rip to young Mike the first time he witnesses any of these horrors :/

Kats, this is absolutely horrific in the best possible way and I am deeply grateful for the absolutely disgusting and fucked up mental images this gave me of a severely mutilated Reaper Mike violently stabbing into kid Mike with his own sharpened bones, probably with his own curdled, rotten blood dripping from his face into young Mike's mouth and face as he screams in agony.

But I have to take a moment to laugh over the fact that this animal that inspired this is also called a hairy frog.

I like the idea that Mike actually starts drawing his nightmares right as he wakes up to try to remember as much as possible from each timeline. So one day one of his family members decides to snoop to figure out what the hell is up with him lately, and finds his sketchbook filled up with the most twisted, detailed, monstrous images they'd ever seen.

On the other hand, I can see him doing some of these things in the Scooped Sitcom AU to entertain Evan. Make himself look goofy or make new toys for his brother to play with.

[comeback-tomy-home]

The Appointment

pairing: doctor Seokjin x patient reader

genre: smut, PWP, doctor!Jin, medical fetish, medical AU

word count: 6.1k

warnings: this isnt gonna be for everyone! if you like medical fetish stuff then read on :) includes: fingering, cmnf, nipple stimulation, use of sex toys (?), clit clamp, breast exam, squirting (?), slight edging, a dash of angst

You had been putting it off for weeks, convincing yourself alternately that you were too busy for the appointment and that you didn’t really need it anyway -you were pretty healthy, weren’t you? But after a long, boring day at work saw you arrive home to another nagging letter glaring up at you accusingly from the doormat,you resigned yourself to the fact that, sooner or later, you’d have to go to the hospital and have your state-recommended check-up. Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach,you glanced over the letter and sat down at the kitchen table. For some reason, these things always made you nervous; rationally,you knew there was nothing to worry about, that it was a perfectly ordinary procedure that everyone had to endure once they reached a certain age. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that it would somehow be embarrassing, that something would go wrong, that it would hurt...you tapped the number from the letter into your phone keypad and held it to your ear.

After an agonisingly long time (was it a long time? You couldn’t tell; it took all your willpower not to cancel the call as the line rang and rang), a female voice with a soft accent answered. ‘Good afternoon, Parsons Clinic. How can I help?’ You swallowed. ‘Hello?’ ‘H-hi, sorry. I’d like to make an appointment?’ Your voice rose into a high-pitched squeak and you cursed your nerves. It was just a phone call! ‘That’s fine. Surname and date of birth, please?’ You gave your details, hearing the clattering of a keyboard on the other end. You imagined the woman consulting a database of hundreds of patients, clicking through to find your record and scanning your notes, which probably said the medical equivalent of ‘nervous flier’. She had probably had training to deal with problem patients. Your palms started to sweat. ‘Y/N? I’ve got your record here, and I can see it’s your first appointment. We’ll need to make it for ninety minutes. I can offer you an slot…’ She paused, clearly scanning her electronic schedule. ‘Tomorrow at ten AM.’ You dropped the phone. Hastily wiping your hands on your jeans and scrabbling to pick it up again, you heard her say, ‘Hello?’ ‘Sorry, sorry, I’m still here. That’s a bit short-notice…’ ‘The next appointment is in two months’ time, I’m afraid.’ You were silent. Could you wait another two months?  ‘Miss Y/L/N?’ ‘That’s - that’s fine.’ Your voice was shaking and you could feel your pulse racing. ‘Alright. We’ll see you tomorrow morning then.’

You stuttered a hasty ‘thanks’ and cut the call off, then dropped the phone on the table and rested your head in your hands. It was only a routine appointment. It would be fine. Ninety minutes wasn’t that long. After a few deep breaths,you tapped out a message to your boss:

Hi, fyi I won’t be in tomorrow. Got an appointment. Will work from home PM.

Your phone beeped almost straight away - Seth was annoyingly efficient. You worked for a start-up tech business, one of these trendy places that didn’t believe in business attire and gave its employees free smoothies at lunchtime, so you knew that you could easily skive off for the day as long as you kept up with your emails.

Fine by me. See ya Monday, take care x

Inwardly sighing at the over-familiar sign-off, you put the radio on Channel Six and started to get the ingredients ready for dinner, distracting yourself by throwing an onion in the air and catching it again. You had just started experimenting with backspin when your phone buzzed, the vibration amplified by the wooden table - you jumped violently and the onion rolled away under the dresser. 

Your appointment at Parsons Clinic has been confirmed for 10.00 tomorrow with Dr Kim Seokjin.

Shit. There it was. You couldn’t forget about it now. You scooped up the onion, paused for a few deep breaths and started to make dinner, telling yourself that everything would be fine tomorrow. Why shouldn’t it be? The doctor would ask you some questions, poke around a bit, and send you on your way. 

You tried to forget about it for the rest of the evening; after gulping down your dinner, you answered a few emails, then played a couple of levels of Spade Champion when you could no longer focus on work. Your mind kept wandering back into worries about the next morning, even when you curled up on the sofa with a sitcom and over-full glass of wine. Eventually you turned in, having resigned yourself to a night of broken sleep, punctuated by fretful, half-waking dreams about the appointment. Lying in the darkness, you probed your memories for some event which would give you a reason to be quite so nervous, but as far as you could remember, every visit to hospital (few and far between, fortunately), every dentist trip, every visit to the doctor had been utterly mundane. And, you reminded myself for the hundredth time, tomorrow’s appointment would be exactly the same.

The clinic was spacious and spotlessly clean, wedged between a pharmacist on one side and a dry cleaner on the other, the only new building on the bustling, grubby high street; you were half an hour early. After delaying as long as possible at home (loading the dishwasher, making the bed, scrolling through Twitter), you were unable to sit around any longer and had walked the twenty minutes into town, hoping the fresh air would clear your head. Of course, this had been unsuccessful and you felt your pulse accelerate as the glass doors slid open in front of you. You took a deep breath, stepped inside and were immediately blasted by a gust from the air conditioner directly overhead. The reception desk faced the door and you stumbled towards it, noting as you did so that the woman sitting behind it must have been the one you spoke to on the phone; she was sitting down, wearing a headset over her long, curly hair. The sparkling glass tiles behind her made her look like a mermaid, you thought dimly as she smiled at you, still talking to the person at the other end of the line, then returned to tapping at her keyboard. You stood there awkwardly while she ended the call and turned to you.

‘Sorry about that. How can I help?’ ‘I, er…’ you swallowed. You knew you were blushing and prayed she wouldn’t notice. You tried again. ‘I have an appointment. At ten.’ ‘Is it Miss Y/L/N?’  You nodded, unable to say anything else. She smiled at you again and directed you to the hard-looking grey sofa pushed against one wall, clearly meant to look sleek and professional, its matching coffee table scattered with glossy magazines.  ‘Help yourself to water. I’ll let you know when Doctor Kim is ready.’  You sat on the sofa for twenty minutes or so, trying to distract yourself by flicking through the vapid fashion articles. You chanced upon an article about women in tech and quickly became engrossed - so engrossed that you didn’t immediately hear her say your name ten minutes later. ‘Miss Y/N? Doctor Kim will see you now. Exam Room four, please, just down the hall and on the right.’ She pointed to the door to the left of her desk and smiled at you again. ‘Thanks,’ you croaked, your throat dry. You stumbled through the door and down the hall, took a moment to compose yourself a little, and knocked on the second door on the right. There was a pause, then a muffled voice said, ‘Enter.’

Pushing open the door, you slipped inside and glanced around. The room was far larger than you were expecting, roughly square, with a curtain drawn across the middle, and (in your opinion) far too warm. The doctor was sitting behind a desk angled slightly towards the door, scribbling on a notepad. He didn’t look up, but gestured to the chair in front of the desk and said, in a mildly accented voice, ‘Sit down please, Miss Y/L/N.’

The doctor had smooth golden skin and shiny black hair badly in need of a trim, thick eyebrows and a generous mouth - he was strikingly, breathtakingly handsome, and all the breath in your lungs evaporated. Brilliant. The most handsome man I’ve ever seen is my doctor. Just fantastic. He was also quite a lot younger than you had expected. You watched him writing his illegible notes and tried to breathe normally, clenching your fists in your lap. 

He finally looked up at you and said, ‘Sorry about that. Just finishing up some notes. Now, this is your first check-up, isn’t it?’ You nodded shyly.  ‘No need to be nervous, Miss Y/L/N. This is a routine sexual health appointment. First, a few questions.’ He pulled a clipboard towards him. Upside down, you could read your first and last name at the top of the page.  ‘I have some of your details here… Do you smoke?’ You shook your head.  ‘Good. How many units do you drink per week?’ you cleared your throat to buy a couple of seconds, then said quietly, ‘Ten?’ Really, you had no idea. Who really counts these things, anyway? ‘Are you sexually active?’ asked the doctor, his deep brown eyes on the form in front of him. ‘Now and then,’ you joked feebly, but the doctor said nothing and ticked a box on the form. That bombed. Note to self: no more jokes.

Doctor Kim asked you several more questions - whether you were on the pill, whether you used condoms, if you had experienced any problems during sex - and jotted down your answers on the form.  ‘So - your answers give me no cause for concern, but I need to make sure everything is normal with a physical exam.’

As he was saying this, he got up from the chair and drew back the curtain crossing the room. In the middle of the room was something that looked like a cross between a dentist’s chair and a sun lounger, but clearly very high tech; the chassis was cream-coloured with pale pink padding and concealed, you were sure, some sort of machinery - there was no other reason it would be so self-consciously over-designed. The bed was attached to a large monitor, which was currently blank, along with some wires and other bits of medical equipment you didn’t recognise. A small trolley was slotted squarely underneath the monitor.

‘I’ll ask you to get undressed and lie down on the bed, then I’ll talk you through each step. Nothing to worry about, but do let me know if you need to stop at any point.’  He smiled briefly and continued, ‘Just step behind the curtain so you can get undressed, then. Alright?’

You nodded, dumbstruck. Trying to ignore the trembling in your legs,you walked over to the bed and drew the curtain behind you with a smooth whizzing noise. You undressed as quickly as you could, as if you would lose your nerve otherwise, balled up your clothes and dropped them onto a nearby chair. Thank fuck I shaved yesterday, you thought, then immediately berated yourself for thinking it. He’s a doctor. He doesn’t care if I have hairy legs.

You called, ‘Ready!’, trying to sound confident and unfazed. But you were uncomfortably aware of the fact that you were stark naked and about to let a complete stranger see everything. ‘Lie down on the bed and put your feet in the stirrups, please. Let me know when you’re ready,’ the doctor said from the other side of the curtain.

You awkwardly clambered up onto the bed, which was set at waist-height and very stable - it didn’t shake at all when you shuffled around to position yourself as the doctor had asked. The bed was slightly tilted so that the head was higher than the foot, with padded arm rests and a curved cushion to support the neck of the occupant. It was actually very comfortable. You took a deep breath, noting the trolley of instruments discreetly placed to the side, and told the doctor you were ready to start. 

Doctor Kim drew back the curtain all the way and snapped on a pair of gloves from a box on the trolley, not looking at you as he said, ‘Now, Miss Y/L/N, this is a routine check, so I’ll explain the procedure first and then we’ll get started. Is that alright?’ You nodded, eyes fixed on the ceiling. ‘The first part of the check is on your whole body, so that means I’ll be using a couple of the instruments on this trolley to look at your nervous reaction, your receptiveness, so naturally that means I’ll be focusing more on some areas than others.’ Nervous reaction is right, you thought, your heart hammering. ‘Afterwards, we need to make sure everything is working as it should, so I’ll perform a few simple tests on your genital area. That might mean some internal examination. Does that all sound okay?’ You nodded again, unable to speak.  ‘Just relax, Miss Y/L/N,’ said the doctor with an encouraging nod. Damn it, you thought. Clearly your nerves were showing again.

Doctor Kim stood next to the bed and pulled the trolley closer to him, slinging a stethoscope around his neck. Instantly your whole body stiffened as it struck you that everything was exposed. He would see the scars, the moles - everything! You took another deep, steadying breath. He was a doctor. He had probably seen hundreds of bodies, and after all, it was his job. 

Your skin rose in goosebumps all over, the tiny hairs on your arms lifting and you were very aware of your nipples stiffening a little in response. You were glad the room was heated. He’s a doctor. This is his job. you thought loudly. ‘Ready?’ He asked.  ‘Ready,’ you tried to speak normally but your voice came out as a whisper. Turning to you, Doctor Kim kept his eyes fixed on your face, straight-faced and almost stern. He was extremely professional, and his cool demeanour did help soothe your nerves somewhat. He was an expert, doing the job he had done for countless people before you, having been trained for years and years - you were just another patient in his office. 

‘Right, then - I’ll just check your vital signs. This will be a bit cold...’ He stood over you, and having inserted the stethoscope into his ears he pressed it against different points on your chest, directing you to breathe in...and out, and in...and out again. You couldn’t help but notice your breasts moving slightly with the rhythm of your breathing, and tried to ignore the goosebumps rising on your skin again when the cold metal of the stethoscope touched you. 

‘Very good. No obstructions in your lungs, heart sounds healthy’, he said, putting the stethoscope down on the trolley and fixing a small, blue plastic clip to your finger. ‘That will check your blood oxygen levels, heart rate and blood pressure.’ He was looking at the screen again, reading the apparently comprehensible numbers, pulsing lines and rapidly flickering letters - you sneaked a look at the trolley. A row of shiny steel instruments were laid neatly in a line, along with a box of gloves, a plastic bottle with a pump handle and something sleek and black. You hadn’t the faintest idea what any of them were.

‘Blood oxygen is at 98%, heart rate and blood pressure are slightly up, but that’s to be expected.’ He had turned back to you and you quickly looked up. He had seen you looking at the trolley, and you both knew it - he smiled wryly. ‘So far, so good - next part of the check-up, now. I’ll leave this on for the time being, just to keep an eye…’ He picked up a tool that looked something like a rake, with long, thin tines bent into right angles and finished with rounded tips. ‘This is to check that the nerves in the skin are all working properly. Let me know if it’s painful or uncomfortable.’ You gripped the arm rests involuntarily. Painful?  ‘Try to relax, please. Close your eyes if that helps.’  Forcing yourself to breathe deeply, you unclenched your muscles. You hadn’t even realised you had been so tense. Relax, you told yourself firmly, and closed your eyes. 

Doctor Kim touched the little rake to your forearm, just above your wrist, and moved it slowly up your arm with delicate precision. It tickled, but not in the usual way - you didn’t feel any urge to squeak and squirm - it was like tiny fingertips on your skin. The doctor moved the rake to your other arm and repeated the action, saying,

‘How does that feel?’ he asked, drawing the rake over your chest, above your breasts, and stomach in a well-rehearsed pattern of straight and curved lines. You tried hard not to twitch when the rake was dragged over your thighs.

‘Fine,’ you muttered. It was actually quite tolerable, now that you had (mostly) got over how naked you were; lying there, on the comfortable bed, in a warm, dim room...Why was I so worried? You asked yourself. This isn’t that bad. In fact, you realised with dawning horror, being stroked all over was very nice indeed - so nice that you had started to enjoy it rather more than you should. The doctor repeated the pattern of lines on your body and you fought to keep your face impassive, but couldn’t help the occasional twitch or pause in your deliberately even breathing. Up the inside of your right arm, over the sensitive skin of your wrists, over your shoulder and down your chest, circling your nipple, a row of straight lines over your ribs and stomach, then tracing over your hips and all the way down your thighs. It’s a check-up. I’m in a clinic having a routine medical procedure, you told yourself again. But you wanted him to keep stroking you with the little rake. Your skin seemed to grow more sensitive with the passing moments, and finally you knew you would have to say something to the doctor - but how could you tell him? On the one hand, you wanted him to continue moving the little rake all over you - maybe focusing a little more on the upper thighs, you thought as another shiver raced through you - but on the other, you couldn’t humiliate yourself by getting turned on in front of him.

Your internal struggle seemed to have shown on your face, as Doctor Kim stopped moving the rake and said, his tone neutral: ‘Arousal is normal, Miss Y/N. In fact, it tells me that your nervous reaction for this section of the check-up is healthy, so we can move on to the next part.’ How did he know? You thought desperately, keeping your eyes clamped shut. How did he know I’m turned on? And then you realised that the clip on your finger must have picked up how much faster your heart was beating now and shown up on the screen next to the bed.  ‘I just didn’t…’ you started to say. ‘Not to worry. Now, shall we move on?’ He said briskly, replacing the rake on the trolley with a faint clatter. You nodded silently, wondering how many people had laid on this bed before you, fighting their growing arousal, not sure what to do or say.  ‘Very good,’ he said, ‘The next thing is to check the reaction to stimulation of your erogenous zones.’  My…? Your eyes snapped open. ‘I’ll combine it with a breast exam. Two birds with one stone, see? Do you perform checks on yourself at home?’ You stared at the ceiling and heard yourself saying, as if from a long way away, ‘In the shower, sometimes. Not very often.’ ‘Well, that’s better than nothing. Arms straight above your head, please.’

You were expecting the same rough pulling and squeezing you had had from the practice nurse that time you thought you had a lump; she had kneaded you like wet dough, leaving you sore for days. Doctor Kim, in contrast, was extremely gentle, employing the same practiced delicacy he had used before; he cupped your right breast in one hand, pressing firmly but gently on the soft tissue under the skin. His hands were warm, even through the latex gloves, and you felt your nipples swelling in response as he moved to examine your left side. Your foot twitched slightly as a finger brushed the very tip of one stiff, pink peak.

‘Seems okay…’ he muttered, ‘Nothing to worry about here. I see you’ve started to respond already. You can put your arms back on the rests, now.’ You didn’t say anything. Were you supposed to be aroused? He said it was normal, healthy even… Maybe you were overthinking it. That would be about right; closing your eyes again and settling back on the bed, you decided to stop fighting and just let it happen. The doctor had probably seen it all by now. Still holding your breast, he moved his thumb gently and deliberately over your nipple and you barely stopped myself gasping as a wave of pleasure rushed through you, starting where he had touched you and finishing in the valley between your legs. ‘How does that feel?’ he asked, now rolling it slowly between his fingertips. ‘F-fine,’ you stammered, not opening your eyes. It was more than fine. Being touched there always turned you on, and the familiar warmth was kindling. Let it happen, you reminded yourself.

The doctor moved his hand to your other breast and flicked his thumb over your other nipple in the same firm, practiced motion, over and over again until you couldn’t help but shift a little on the bed, your breathing shallower. You knew you were starting to get wet and pressed your thighs together. Doctor Kim stopped abruptly and said. ‘Your sexual response to this type of stimulation appears to be normal. I need to ensure that your level of arousal doesn’t drop for the remainder of the check-up.’ There was a clatter of something like beads on the trolley and you opened your eyes to see him picking up an object that looked like two pairs of large, rubber-tipped tweezers attached to two ends of a steel chain. ‘Why?’ you said, eyeing the tool nervously. ‘It’s very important that the results of the next tests are accurate. A drop in arousal could mean that I get an incorrect reading from the rate monitor.’ That doesn’t explain much. What is he going to do? ‘I’m going to attach these to your nipples,’ he held the tweezer-like clamps up so you could see them, ‘they’re clamps which are automatically calibrated to stimulate the nipple depending on readings from the rate monitor. Let me know if it becomes uncomfortable.’ What on earth does that mean? you thought, slightly alarmed. Those clamps looked scary. Is it going to hurt?

You tensed up again, gripping the arm rests hard as the doctor stood over you, opening one clamp wide and holding your breast firmly with the other hand. He lowered the clamp onto your nipple so that it was directly between the two rubber-tipped arms, then you felt a sharp, almost painful squeeze which diminished as the doctor adjusted the clamp. ‘How’s that?’ he said, fixing the clamp to your other nipple.  ‘Fine, thanks,’ you almost gasped again at the pressure.  ‘I’m going to turn them on now - ready?’ He pressed a button on the remote control, and instantly the clamps started vibrating slightly, almost imperceptibly, in a slow, regular pulsing pattern. It wasn’t like the cheap vibrators you had used in the past, overpowered and noisy, but low, deep and utterly silent. Your pussy tightened at the now-constant pleasure; you were definitely wet.

‘Feet in the stirrups, please,’ said Doctor Kim, walking to the foot of the bed with the trolley and pressing another button on the remote. You opened your eyes in surprise as in one smooth movement, the stirrups swung away from each other and bent like concertinas, and the bed curved to raise your hips, exposing your pink slit as your legs were spread wide, knees bent. You had to force yourself not to try and press your thighs together to hide how turned on you were, reminding yourself that this was the point of the check-up. Doctor Kim positioned himself between the stirrups, pulling the trolley closer. ‘Good, it looks like your reaction is normal,’ the doctor said, gently pulling back your lips in turn with one fingertip, making you twitch again as the clamps continued to pulse on your nipples. ‘Just a quick external exam now, Miss Y/N…’ 

You felt him place one gloved hand on your mound, fingers spreading your outer lips apart, and start to probe your slit gently with the other. He ran the tip of one finger slowly up the length, starting beneath the slick entrance and finishing just below your clit - you tried not to sigh in frustration. You wanted him to touch you there, to tease and press and flick his fingertip over it, and the clamps on your nipples pulsed more quickly.

‘I’m going to put another clamp over your clitoris,’ he said, and picked something small up from the tray. He held it up - it looked like an overgrown bobby pin. ‘It won’t hurt. It’s simply to optimise sensitivity by trapping blood in the erectile tissue.’

Despite his reassurance, you were fully expecting it to hurt and held your breath. With one hand, he pushed back your lips and with the other, he swiftly opened the clamp and slid it over your clit, releasing it so that your clit was held securely between the arms. It took two seconds. You breathed out in relief; it didn’t hurt at all, just ensured a constant squeezing pressure that wasn’t at all unpleasant. 

‘I’ll leave that on there for the time being, just to make sure your clitoris gets fully erect,’ he said. ‘Your vulva appears to be in perfect shape, but I need to do an internal exam as well. I’m going to put my fingers inside you - is that alright?’ 

Your pussy tightened again at his words and you nodded silently, allowing the rush of anticipation to dissipate. Opening your eyes,you felt calm, your brain somehow tranquilised - you were no longer worrying about what the doctor was doing or what he thought as he pumped something clear and viscous onto his fingers from the bottle on the trolley. Your body didn’t tense up when he spread the cold gel over the lower part of your slit and began to press gently against your opening, slick from arousal and lubricant. The pressure on your clit seemed to increase as the doctor slid what felt like two fingers easily into you, and the vibrations from the clamps came faster and stronger. 

‘Try to breathe normally, Miss Y/L/N,’ Doctor Kim said, looking at you with his dark brown eyes. ‘I’m going to put pressure on your G-spot now. It might feel a little strange.’ You hadn’t realised how uneven your breathing had become and forced yourself to take slow, regular breaths as the doctor pushed his fingers deeper into you. His fingers were strong and well-practised, probing and then curving upwards to press firmly against the upper wall, and you couldn’t help but let out a small groan as he began to rub his fingers rhythmically against it. He was careful not to touch the clamp but you could feel how swollen your clit had become from the pressure inside you and the regular pulsing of the clamps on your nipples, and you had to force yourself not to buck your hips in time with the doctor’s fingers. It was a delicious tease, and you wanted him to keep going, to flex his fingers inside you until you couldn’t take it any more.

‘How does that feel? Not uncomfortable?’ You didn’t trust yourself to speak without gasping, so you shook your head and suddenly he withdrew his fingers with a soft sucking noise. Is that the end? You thought desperately, and was surprised to find that you were disappointed. Is he finished? Doctor Kim had his back to you, busy with something on the trolley, and didn’t speak for a few seconds. ‘Is - is there…?’ you stuttered. ‘Not finished yet, I’m afraid. Nearly there, now - just a couple more things before I can let you go. Lift your hips, please.’  You obeyed, waves of goosebumps washing over you as your stomach jolted. What now? The doctor deftly slid a square of fabric underneath you, saying, ‘Just a precaution against the bed getting wet. Your natural lubrication is rather effusive.’ The doctor turned back to the trolley.

Never had any complaints, you thought, but he was right - several of your lovers had commented in the past on how wet you got during sex. One had even made you squirt, and as the memory suddenly flooded your brain, the clamps tightened on your nipples, your clit starting to throb. The increase in stimulation made you draw your breath in sharply and the doctor looked around at you.  ‘Everything alright?’ he asked dispassionately. You grunted a shaky affirmation and the doctor turned back to you, holding what was unmistakably a long, curved, matte black dildo with a complicated-looking port on the other end. Your eyes must have widened in surprise, because he glanced down at it and smiled slightly. ‘It’s an automated speculum. We’ve just started using these in the clinic, and I’m pleased to say that they’re very effective. They measure the contractions of your Kegel muscles by ensuring constant stimulation to the vagina and G spot. It can also be used to take an internal ultrasound and a cell sample,’ he said, clearly proud of his new toy. 

‘So, I just plug it in...here,’ There was a click as the doctor screwed the base into a port on the bed, ‘and then insert this end…relax, please,’ Doctor Kim spread your lips gently, applying a little more gel on the tip of the speculum with the other hand. A quiet whirring sound and a series of ticking noises, then the rounded end of the speculum slid smoothly inside you, making your muscles involuntarily clench around it as you gasped in earnest. It was thicker than you had expected, and your pussy already felt pleasurably stretched after the doctor’s fingers. The doctor fiddled with the remote control, muttering something about automatic calibration, and the speculum shifted inside you, vibrating slightly - a very odd sensation while it was happening, but after a few seconds it stopped moving and you could feel a bump on its surface pressing against your G spot. It felt so good to have the smooth shaft buried deep inside your pussy that you began to shift your hips backwards and forwards a little, hoping the doctor wouldn’t notice as you started to ride it, craving more stimulation.

The doctor did, of course, notice. He chuckled and said, ‘There’s no need for that, Miss Y/L/N. Lie still please - like I said, the speculum is automated.’ As if to prove a point, he pressed a button on the remote and the speculum instantly started sliding deeper inside you, achingly slowly. ‘See?’, he said as it began to pull out again, the bump grinding against your upper wall as it did so. ‘I’m going to take the clamp off now. The final check is on your orgasm - strength, duration, bodily response, et cetera.’ 

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out except a quiet groan as the machine continued to pump inside you. You almost felt close already, as if it would take only a few seconds for the doctor to bring you to climax once he started touching your clit. With one swift movement, the doctor released the clamp and the throbbing in your clit lessened to a pulse, thought it felt just as swollen as before. You wanted desperately to come, the clamps on your nipples almost too tight, now sending shocks of pleasure through your body with every slow thrust of the speculum inside you. You felt a trickle of something warm dripping down your slit and onto the fabric covering the bed. 

The doctor said nothing, but with a little more of the lubricant gel on his finger, he tapped your clit lightly, once. Immediately your body twitched and your pussy clenched - the clamp had made it so much more sensitive than you had expected. ‘Very good. Now, I’m going to stimulate your clitoris, but try not to orgasm too quickly. The speculum still needs to collect some data - I’ll tell you when it’s finished.’ You nodded to show you understood, then gripped the arm rests in anticipation. With one finger, the doctor began to stroke your clit slowly, starting just underneath it and moving upwards over the swollen flesh to finish on the very tip, repeating the motion over and over. Your breath was ragged and sharp, stifling little moans of pleasure as the speculum continued to thrust into you. Your mind seemed frozen, all thoughts and feelings gone, focused solely on the ache that was now building deep inside you and the doctor’s fingertip sliding over your clit. 

The speculum started thrusting into you faster, still grinding firmly against your G spot as it pushed deep inside you in time with the doctor’s movements; you knew it wouldn’t be long now. Your head was tilted back, hair hanging over the back of the chair, your mouth open and eyes closed, panting groans issuing uncontrollably from your throat as the machine fucked you. It felt so good to have the speculum stretching your tight hole that you almost forgot the doctor’s instruction not to come too fast, feeling the ache growing in your chest and cunt with the passing moments. You concentrated hard on the sensation of being pounded, goosebumps all over your body and the clamps on your nipples sending shocks through you, trying not to let yourself go yet. You wanted so desperately to come and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer as the doctor’s fingertip circled your clit, making your pussy twitch. 

There was a sudden click and a musical tone, and you looked down towards the doctor standing between your legs - his movements slowed, but did not stop as he glanced up from your slit to the monitor.  ‘It’s finished, Miss Y/L/N - you can come now,’ he said quietly, the corner of his mouth lifting as he took in your flushed face.

You let your head fall back onto the padding of the chair and tried to say something, but only a gasping moan came out as the speculum started pounding you, fucking you faster and harder than before, ramming deep inside you. The doctor rubbed your clit firmly, holding back your lips with a hand on your mound and you writhed on the bed, bucking your hips with the motion of the speculum, riding it hard and feeling your orgasm building inside you, your inhibitions gone, shaking and groaning and gasping. Your body tensed, your head lifted off the table and the wave of pure, burning, rushing pleasure suddenly broke over you - you were coming harder than you ever had and cried out uncontrollably, every spasm of your cunt ripping through you as you lost yourself in ecstasy. 

Several minutes later, once you had recovered enough to sit up, shakily drink a cup of water and pull on your clothes,you dazedly sat back in front of the doctor at his desk.

‘So, Miss Y/L/N, how are you feeling?’ Doctor Kim asked, professional as ever. You had no idea what you said in response, and zoned out so completely that the next thing you remember was your phone beeping in the taxi home (you weren’t up to walking, after the morning you’d had), with a text which read:

Thank you for attending your appointment at Parsons Clinic. We look forward to seeing you next year.

a/n: phew. this is an adaptation of a smut i wrote a couple of years ago for my ex, and i gotta say that jin slotted in nicely as the gorgeous, professional gynecologist of my filthiest dreams. as always, thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it! feedback is welcomed~

[drfitzmonster]

Prompts in general, or single mom/roommates prompts? One of each, just in case: General/Danvarias family sitcom - A Very Special Episode where Ruby gets in trouble for fighting at school, but it was for a very good reason; Single mom/roomates - Someone (WHO COULD IT BE?) gives Libby one of those musical plush octopus toys where each tentacle plays a different note when you squeeze it and Krypto loves to sing along.

i’ll take general supercorp and butch!kara prompts and also single mom/roommates au or butch housewife au prompts

i love both of yours and intend to answer the other but your octopus one is so cute i had to write it right away. i hope you like

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“I didn’t know this would happen, I swear!” Kara yells with her hands over her ears.

Libby is squealing with delight as she plays with the new toy Kara got her, a plush octopus with tentacles that each play a different note when you squeeze them. Every time the toy makes a noise Krypto lets loose a piercing howl that ricochets through the wood-floored apartment.

“I believe you, Kara, but what are we going to do now?”

“I don’t know. She started crying when I tried to take it from her.”

“He’s giving me a headache.”

“I’m sorry.” Kara sighs. “Ok, what if I don’t take it, I just turn it off.”

“It’s worth a try.”

Kara moves forward cautiously and kneels down close to Libby to shut the octopus off. As soon as she does Libby starts crying, and Krypto starts whining because Libby is crying, and this is actually worse than before so she quickly turns it back on.

Libby squeezes a tentacle and Krypto starts howling again.

“Let’s just go in the living room, we can watch them on the cameras, and hopefully she’ll get tired of it soon.” Lena says as she pulls Kara out of the bedroom.

They go wait on the couch, monitoring Libby and Krypto on Kara’s phone.

“How long do you think it will hold her attention?” Kara asks.

“Not very long. Babies have short attention spans.”

“God she really loves that, doesn’t she.” Kara laughs and holds up her phone so Lena can watch. “They’re so cute.”

“But so loud.” Lena shakes her head.

It takes a full fifteen minutes for Libby to finally tire herself out. When they enter the bedroom they find Krypto asleep on his back, feet up in the air, snoring lightly with his top lip hanging open. Libby is curled up next to his head, her hand in his fur.

Lena scoops Libby off the floor gently and puts her in her crib and then picks up the octopus toy, shutting it off. “Thank god they’re finally asleep,” she whispers.

“I know. Now go put that thing in the closet and I’ll run to the store and get Libby a new, quieter toy to make her forget that one ever existed.”

[1ooo-w0rds]

we met on ocean avenue pt 2

A/N: August fic and chapter 2 of we met on Ocean Avenue, my social media AU collaboration with @dancer-dramatic-13.  Enjoy Jason upcoming TV star pov.

Here’s part one: one

BlondSuperman: 2:31 pm Day 1 in LA. Not lost. “Exploring”. At least one of us is having fun. #ThorTheAmazingDog

Annabae: Thor is adorable with those shades! Looks like Santa Monica beach.

BlondSuperman: Mystery solved. #NotLostAnyMore #Stateside #NoMoreTravelForNow

Jason chuckled as the likes slowly grew on his daily picture of Thor. The golden retriever puppy panted from the heat as he sat beside Jason’s leg, staring out at the waves. The flight from Vancouver to Los Angeles was exhausting especially for Thor in his dog crate. Jason’s been on the move recently, living out of his suitcase as he flew to various locations for an upcoming film. He’s been traveling for three months. It felt weird being stateside again. Not bad though.

“You’re probably glad we’re home.” Jason said to Thor as he scratched the dog’s chest. Thor looked up at him as his oversized ears flopped with his long tongue dangling from his mouth. The dog closed his eyes at the belly rub, content to be outside. “Same, buddy, same.”

The beach was decently empty for a weekday. Parents lounged underneath large umbrellas as kids ran towards the water. Seagulls cawed from above as they circled the sky for free snacks. Thor lead Jason down the boardwalk, his tail wagging as he looked around. He was small for his age which worried Jason at first but Thor definitely had an appetite. “Hey Thor,” Jason asked as his ears perked at the sound of his name. “How about some vanilla ice cream?” Thor yelped excitedly, hopping back and forth at the word ice cream. Jason laughed as he walked towards the ice cream cart near the volleyball nets. He blinked for a moment, patting his phone in his pocket as he thought.

“She’s in Santa Monica, right?” Jason murmured to himself, thinking of a certain volleyball player.

Their interaction happened by accident. It was on Annabeth’s honorary Halloween Facebook post, with an Aquaman Percy opposite of her Black Canary. Annabeth had wrote ‘where my super pals at?’ with a string of superhero related emojis as her captions. A lot of responses were Batman, Spiderman and Ironman. Jason was on set, taking a break as he scroll through the post. Reyna’s picture caught his eye. Not only because she was beautiful but the Wonder Woman costume was well made complete with silver band guard and head band. ‘Wonder Woman reporting. Any Superman?’ She wrote cheekily. Jason smiled and impulsively grabbed his black rimmed glasses, snapping a selfie, and replied to her post. ‘No Superman. Just plain old Clark Kent right now.’

Jason grinned at the memory as he adjusted his sunglasses. He wasn’t able to see her reply because he was called away to shot his scene but when Jason returned, Annabeth created a group chat including him, Reyna and Percy.

Annabae: Gah how have you super nerds never met?

QueenReyna: Super nerd? Look who’s talking.

SeaweedBrain: Girls, you’re both nerdy. Reyna, this is Jason, my cousin. Jason, if you ever have a free moment to breath, this is Reyna. She won’t bite.

QueenReyna: :V

SeaweedBrain: Hey...

After that introduction, they’ve spoken often either in the group chat with Percy and Annabeth or in private messages. Jason wasn’t recognizable at that point, still doing small projects or cameos on teen sitcoms and dramas. Because of his work and travel, Jason didn’t meet people outside of the industry. It felt good having a friend who he could talk to about the latest Marvel trailer or someone to keep up with Game of Thrones with.

Jason’s phone buzzed as he stepped up to the ice cream cart, handing over his card. Thor whined as he looked at his treat as Jason struggled to hold the melting ice cream and phone. 

One does not simply get lost in Santa Monica. Reyna’s message read beside her contact photo. Jason laughed before thanking the man and walking off, tapping his response with one hand. 

This one does when jetlag. You busy? Jason looked at the last two words before quickly deleting them and tapping send. It felt too forward. Thor whined as he pawed Jason’s leg. He welcomed the puppy's distraction.

“I know buddy, let’s find a spot to sit.” Jason said as he walked towards the bleachers beside the volleyball nets.

Despite talking to Reyna on a nearly daily basis, he’d never met the girl in person. They’d done movie nights with Annabeth and Percy, all streaming the same movie at once while on a group call. He had helped her edit videos and her scripts for her youtube videos, offering advice for lighting and wording. He knew that Reyna was sharp, always quick with a witty comment in such a way that Percy would be proud. She was also extremely dedicated, balancing beach volleyball life with her active youtube channel. She was passionate, wanting to express herself and educate people. There’d been a video of her cycling around youtube of her speaking out about her roots and feelings about growing as a child of an immigrant. Jason thought of the video, feeling his heart ache as he recalled the sound of her voice, the look in her eyes, the unhidden emotions on the screen.

The need to see her after that video was strong. He wanted to gather Reyna up in his arms and hug her tightly, telling her how proud he was of her for speaking out. Jason sighed as he shook his head, not entirely sure  why he felt like this. 

“I want to see her.” Jason murmured, picking up Thor so the puppy sat beside him. Thor’s dark eyes zeroed in on the ice cream, not quite listening to his master rambling. Jason scooped a bit of vanilla ice cream for the puppy. “I’m not crazy relocating to LA, right?” For a girl, Jason added mentally.

Being near Reyna wasn’t his main reason. There’s so much potential work in LA, Jason’s agent mentioned when he described the part to Jason. It’s a recurring character in a medical drama that starred Tristan McLean. He got to work with Tristan McLean, an actor who had years of dramas and movies underneath his belt. It was an opportunity of a lifetime. Being near Santa Monica was just a convenient plus.

“AHHH look at Thor!” Jason and Thor both jumped at the excited cry. Thor spun around at the sound of his name, tail wagging like crazy. A group of teenagers in volleyball gear stood around, taking a break from their drills. A blonde tugged her friend’s arm as she shoved her phone at her. “Look at the golden fluff ball! He’s getting so much bigger. Gah, Rey, I just want to cuddle him.”

“Geez, Grace, you’re really whore-ing Thor out.” The girl with a visor said as she took the phone, leaning back slightly. Her dark hair tied up in a high ponytail. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse of her face. Her friend said Rey. A pair of sleek sunglasses hid her eyes but something about her face shape felt familiar. Even from a distance, Jason could see her lips curl up as she looked at the dog picture. “Thor is a real cutie.”

Hearing his names called out way too many times, Thor barked and ran over. “Thor!” Jason shouted as he tried to grab the leash but the dog was too fast. He bounced over, running along the metal bleachers before colliding with the bags. The dark haired girl reacted quickly catching the eager puppy. Thor wiggled in her arms as he licked her cheek, knocking her sunglasses. “Thor…”

“Thor?” The girl said as she held the dog up. Thor barked happily.

“Oh my god…” The blonde murmured as she stared at Jason with wide eyes. “It’s him, Reyna.” Jason didn’t hear anything after she said Reyna. He stared at the dark-haired girl holding his puppy, a girl he had only seen on screen. Beads of sweat clung to her temple from the intense LA heat. Stray strands of hair stuck to her neck, following the curve of her chin. Reyna’s eyes are just as intense in person as they were in pictures, blinking at him. Even sweaty and messy, Reyna is very pretty. “It’s your Instagram boyfriend.”

“Instagram boyfriend?” Jason repeated amused. His heart thumped rapidly against his chest like he just ran a chase scene. Reyna’s cheeks flushed as she glared at her friend, adding color to her sun kissed skin.

“Gwen! Only you call him that.” Reyna shouted as she hiked Thor up in her arms. The puppy wiggled, tail wagging back and forth in excitement by all the people. Gwen laughed as Reyna shook her head at her before looking at Jason again. “I prefer Airhead.” She said coolly.

Jason nodded his head as he took a step closer. He didn’t know where to look, nervous by how much skin her beach shorts and sports bra revealed. He focused on her face, taking in the shape of her face. “You’re taller than I expected.” Reyna said when he stood in front of her.

“Taller than you, shortie.” Jason teased back, pleased he had half a head over her. Reyna huffed, held Thor between them like a shield. Jason almost forgot about the furball that caused this mess. “Hey troublemaker, making friends?” Thor panted happily with his tongue sticking out. Jason looked at Reyna again. “Can I have my dog back?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” Reyna hummed as she rubbed her face against Thor’s furry head. “I might have to report you to PETA for doggie endangerment.” Jason rolled his eyes but grinned. It felt good hearing her quips instead of reading them on a screen. There’s so much more interaction in person. Jason could read the teasing smile on her lips. He could hear the playfulness in her voice. Her eyes sparkled as she tried not to smile too widely. Gwen watched the interaction amused, a sly smile creeping onto her face.

“Really? I finally get to see you and you’re gonna try to steal my dog?” Jason sighed dramatically before leaning down so he was eye level with Thor. Reyna’s breath hitched at their sudden closeness. Her arms instinctively tightened around Thor’s midsection. “Sorry buddy, looks like you have a new mommy.”

“Nope,” Reyna said quickly, shoving the dog into Jason’s arms. Her fingers brushed Jason’s and he tried not to jump at the contact. “My two very loyal greyhounds at home will already hate me for smelling like a puppy. And you don’t want to lose any Instagram followers. You know they’re only there for Thor.” Jason laughed and snaked his arms around her shoulders without thinking. Reyna yelped in surprised but fell into the hug freely. She wrapped her arms around Jason’s midsection.

“Hey.” Reyna whispered shyly, looking up at him.

“Hey yourself.” Jason whispered back, inhaling the scent of sea and salt from her hair. She’s real and in front of him. “Small world.”

“The smallest.” Reyna said back with a wide happy smile.