#plus now i had a date w a guy who is actually cool and actually seems interested in another so like!!! fucking god

[dubacheryking]

the worst part abt being an adult is that when things go wrong I am the one who is expected to deal with it even if I am not the one that is strictly to blame for things going wrong. what the fuck.

[just-nikos-stuff]

this reminds me of when i read my first ever manga in middle school: w juliet (spoilers ahead)

w juliet has a somewhat similar premise to ohshc while also being wildly different. to summarize, it’s about a tomboy who meets a pretty girl who is actually a guy pretending to be a girl bc he really wants to be an actor but his dad wants him to take over the business(?) (might’ve been a dojo). bc of this, the dad makes a deal with his son that if he pretends to be a girl for the entirety of high school and no one finds out, then he can become an actor.

the tomboy finds out day 1.

however, the pretty guy tells his story to the tomboy, and she agrees to help him out. over the course of the series, they fall in love while being in the same acting club.

when i first found this series in the library, it had volumes 1-12 out of 14. for a while, i had no idea how it ended until i found the remaining volumes at a different library.

SPOILER ALERT:

very similar to how ohshc ends. they get straight married, the tomboy grows out her hair, the pretty guy cuts his hair, and they move in together and adopt a dog. the tomboy even has a moment where she’s like “i’m growing this out to commemorate our love/start a new chapter” and it’s like, what. that’s not who you were at the beginning of the series. hell, that’s not even who you were TWO BOOKS AGO.

idk. imo, it’s very narratively unsatisfying when you have this super cool character who doesn’t adhere to gender norms the entire series only to turn around and fall into them at the very end. it’s like “ok, now that you had your fun being a gender freak, it’s time to grow up.” plus, the other characters were SO homophobic/transphobic the ENTIRE TIME they were dating, so them getting straight married only proved everyone else right?? which is so fucked up???

anyways, maybe one day we’ll have a cool t4t manga

haruhi is forever in my heart a sort of boy thingy

[gaykarstaagforever]

Big Trouble in Little China (1986)

A troubled production that released to such audience apathy that John Carpenter vowed to never work for Hollywood studios ever again, it is now widely considered possibly his best movie, and an action-comedy classic that only 1980s Hollywood could produce. High praise indeed.

I never saw it before now, because it was one of those movies that my Gen X older cousins wouldn't shut up about, and they were bullies and idiots. Plus, as much as I like kung fu movies and screwball comedies, any clips of this I've seen over the years looked like sarcastic nonsense, like some "serious" filmmaker making fun of cool crazy things they don't appreciate. I was prepared to be disappointed.

I was not. This movie is goddamn delightful.

What I didn't know was that W. D. Richter (professional script doctor and director of Buckaroo Banzai) "adapted" the script from the orginal, which most people involved classify as a terrible "cowboys battle Chinese demons" thing that was literally written by guys who had no idea what they were doing. I've gotten into actual fights defending Buckaroo Banzai, a movie almost entirely defined as a good, fun movie based on a wilfully confusing mess of a script. I would daresay the ONLY reason BTiLC works is because Richter dragged it over the conceptual finish line, with Carpenter doing his magic to make that into a coherent 90 minute movie with a reasonable budget.

Absolutely none of this should work. And it obviously still didn't, for most of the general audience.

The plot is simple enough - an ancient demon warlord who has been cursed to live as an increasingly-decrepit old man finally has an opportunity to break the curse, and then conquer the world with his not-so-secret army of kung fu wizards. And it's up to small-time Chinatown hustler Wang Chi, his friend - blowhard freelance truck driver Jack Burton - and their gang of misfit friends, to take him down. But all this is just a framework on which to hang constant digressions into goofball exposition about Chinese mythology, chaotic street fights between thugs and kung fu gangs and wizards, and then everyone is running around a neon maze filled with demons and monsters and guns. It feels like a movie written by a white 14 yo who just watched his first Young Jackie Chan movie, and is copying the bad translation verbatim, but with himself being there to crack wise about how weird and cool this all is.

Is this movie racist? I don't know. Probably. It is at least racially insensitive, and willfully inaccurate about...everything. But everything, from the production design and acting and direction, is so gleefully excited about the total radness of it all that it comes across as stupid whizbang fun.

And it isn't without progressive elements for 1986. The cast is mostly Asian-American actors playing well-rounded, coherent characters. Kurt Russell as Jack Burton is the point-of-view protagonist, but he certainly isn't the hero of the story, and spends the whole movie being a loveable idiot sidekick in a world he is utterly incapable of dealing with. And the focus on him seems to have been a studio note, and something both Carpenter and Russell thought was problematic.

I'm a white American so it is inevitable I don't appreciate how offensive this is. I was also raised in the 90s "bastardized ninja" landscape, so I have childhood programming that triggers every time I see Mortal Kombat-style shit, and I love it emotionally, even if I understand now how gross it is.

And I have the added complication of this sort of property in childhood fostering an interest that led me to later learn about actual Chinese and Japanese mythology and religion and culture. Which doesn't justify anything, it's just how it happened and I'm a product of that, for good and ill.

All that said, Big Trouble in Little China is to me beautifully made, exciting and fun, perfectly paced, and as good a version of this dated insensitive genre of thing as there is. Just on a technical level, it may seriously be John Carpenter's best, given the time and budget constraints he was forced to work under. This movie should be absolute garbage, and it isn't, and that's because Carpenter broke himself to make that happen. And when it wasn't rewarded, he rightfully told Hollywood to go fuck itself, and the rest is history.

I have no idea if anyone under the age of 30 would think this movie is anything but a cringey relic of a more simple, but more insensitive, time. I still think as a production it is a good movie, and an example of how to do a lot with little, including filming coherent and meaningful action scenes.

...Even if those scenes are babbling gangs of Chinese ninjas (yes) shooting MAC-10s at indestructible flying lightning wizards in rediculous douli hats and metal claws, in the police-free back alleys of San Franciso's Chinatown.

They should really make that original script about cowboys fighting Chinese demons. Give it to a Hong Kong director with a $30 million budget and let them go wild. It would no doubt be at least as fun and funny as this, if not equally embarrassingly stupid.

[fellpyrean]

Advent Statement 5 - Open the Door

Continuing the trend of going further off the rails as I went along in the challenge comes this chapter, wherein I barely contain my burning desire to give the Distortion ill-advised kissies. This version is actually very slightly different from the last version that was posted to ao3 to make it a touch more canon compliant, as when it was written I was less knowledgeable about how the Spiral works but extremely very enthusiastic. It is probably still not perfect, but I figure it is more toeing the line now than before. 

CWs: Canon Typical Violence, Suicidal Ideation, Self Harm

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Hah, w-wow. This is where you do this? Really? No shade or anything, just. They really don’t give you guys a budget, do they? This looks like a. Repurposed supply closet. My old office was better than this.

Y-Yeah, no, sorry. I don’t mean anything by it, just trying to make light of things. 

Could we keep the door open? I’d like to be able to keep an eye on it. I’ve had. Issues with doors, lately. Thanks. 

Hoo. Okay. 

From the beginning then? 

So, my first real job was security. Sort of. I’d had other jobs, but it’d been a while. I was 23 and coming out of a bad time, so I took the first job that gave me stable hours and, well, employment. I actually kind of lucked into my actual job? I was like, the third pick or something for this position, and the first two had dropped out for some reason, so I got promoted from misc camera jockey to head honcho. 

In other words, I worked at some store that took itself too seriously and wanted me to sit in the back and watch cameras. Technically, they wanted me to watch out for ‘time theft��� and other bullshit; I was in no way qualified for this, but it’s all bullshit, so I figured qualifications didn’t matter that much either. Time theft isn’t real. They don’t fire managers for time theft, and I don’t think I could count all the times I’ve seen the guys upstairs on their phone playing fucking Candy Crush. But if a cashier so much as stares up at the lights too long, or leans on something, that’s an Offense. God forbid they look at their phone; may as well be a felony for how worked up the big boys get. 

Right. Anyway. I didn’t last too long there. I mean, I was there for what, a year and a half? So like, long enough, but they decided I wasn’t catching enough employees committing terrible crimes so out the door I went. 

Kind of a shame. I liked that office. I mean, it did suck, objectively. It was only as big as a shoebox and had about a dozen camera screens, all on monitors about ten years out of date when they bought the things. It had its own air conditioner to keep the video recorders and storage computers cool, and man. It got brisk in there. But I mostly sat there, door closed, hoodie on in a cheap old computer chair and watched Netflix. So really, a great time to get paid for. 

I wasn’t an idiot though, and by the time I’d had the third pointed email about internal investigations, I knew they probably weren’t going to let me coast by much longer, so I began looking around. 

I did like the idea of watching cameras. I mean, as long as it was for something actually important, I could get behind it. I didn’t have to make nice for customers and I could spend a lot of time alone. Both A+ benefits honestly. Plus, I mean. It’s kind of funny, seeing what people do when they don’t think anyone is watching. So I put some feelers out looking for something sort of similar. 

That’s how I found my… my current job.

I won’t say the name, but it’s a museum. It used to be someone’s house around the turn of the century I think; some old millionaire who donated the estate on his death, along with all of his collection. That should narrow it down enough. I honestly was pretty excited when I got the offer? I mean. I thought there’d actually be qualifications and back and forth involved to be a security/camera guy at an art museum, but they just seemed weirdly happy to have me. 

I never found out what happened to the guy before me. Considering my uh. My run- ins, hah, with doors, it makes the explanation ‘he just walked out’ a little. Concerning. 

So, no surprise, but they hired me. We had one phone interview, they called me in to talk, and the guy pretty much gave me the job on sight. He was… I mean, he’s my boss so when I call him ‘greasy,’ I’m being polite. I had no idea how a guy like that was in charge of an art museum, but nobody said otherwise, so, boss he was. Is. Whatever. 

I honestly had a real good time touring the place that first day. It’s just objectively a really nice house. Sprawling, expanded at least a couple times from the original plans, with those high ceilings and carved and lacquered wooden beams and columns holding it up, extravagant tile floors, and every free wall covered in paintings. The rose garden out back - because of course it had one - had several marble works and old fountains, and there were grand staircases around just about every corner. It was disorienting, a real maze of a place, but I did my best to memorize what shit was where during our walk. I wanted to do a good job, after all. 

My boss just told me not to worry too much. There’d be other guys there to patrol the grounds in person, and I would really just be on camera to tell them if I saw something particularly weird, or like, some guy with a cartoonishly large bag shoving paintings into it. 

It was pretty normal for a bit. I’d say like, the first… two weeks maybe. Maybe a month. 

That was when things got… Well, that’s when he turned up. 

This camera room was pretty nice. It was big enough I could scoot around pretty well in my chair. It had an entire wall filled with, like, nice monitors, all with access to multiple feeds, and it would cycle through automatically every 15 seconds or so unless I paused it or manually changed it. And I didn’t need a hoodie and a blanket and a cup of tea just to feel warm. 

Then, this one night, I noticed malfunctions. Down in one of the galleries, the cameras were just… completely fucked. Staticy and warped, flickering, whole nine yards, you know? I thought it might be the connections, but I was pretty concerned. Was this something big? Like, I don’t know, the guys with the cartoonishly large bags had some… device to interrupt the cameras while they loaded up? So I called one of the patrol guys, Mike. He said he’d go check it out. 

So there I was, tracking him through the halls on the cameras that did work and just like, praying that nothing was going on that I’d have to call the cops for, when he gets to the static area. I could still sort of see him, mostly just his silhouette as he turned on the flashlight and started checking around. His radio sounded like absolute garbage, but he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, so that was kind of a relief. 

And uh. Then he moved into the next room and. Well. 

I saw two people on the monitor. Just silhouettes still of course; the feed was still just fucked beyond belief, but there were two people. The first one, Mike, with his flashlight making half the screen just a mess of artifacted white, and the second one. Right behind him. Just kind of following him as he walked. But it wasn’t him. This wasn’t the screen doubling him in its glitching, because it moved differently. 

Whatever was walking behind him moved wrong. Like its limbs and joints were just kind of suggestions on how to move rather than a pretty important part of the entire thing? And it didn’t have an arm up with a flashlight. I’d have noticed, because the hands I could see on the thing were. Nightmarish. Huge and gnarled and twisted, like someone melted together a mess of. I don’t know. Knives? Scrap metal? Trying to look at it, to figure it out made my head ache. The point was, that was not my coworker.

My coworker had very normal hands and positively boring knees; his flashlight was still going strong, and this thing just kept following right behind him as he walked. 

I stared at it for a while, trying to decide if I was losing my mind. I swapped through every camera I could until I had maybe a dozen pointed at the spot my coworker would walk through next to get to the gallery. I figured, if I was losing my mind, then I couldn’t hallucinate twelve angles at once. 

No, I didn’t say anything to Mike. ‘Yeah uh, hey Mike? Is there some real fucked up guy like, right behind you? No horrible hands or anything? No? Haha, yeah, just playing! Gotcha!’ 

Look, I’d only been there a month at best, and maybe I’d. Maybe I’d mucked up something with the camera settings. I wasn’t about to start in on the crazy stuff.  

So I waited. Watched. I stared into the static until I felt it in my eyes and I did not blink. 

I knew the exact moment Mike and his freaky tag-a-long entered the frame, because I heard this. Godawful screeching noise. Like. Have you heard an electrical thing malfunction? That cartoonish electric zapping buzz noise. I heard that. A dozen times over, from each of the monitors. Buzzing and overlapping into a sound that made my ears ache, my head pound, as every screen twisted - and then all the cameras fixed themselves. 

Just like that. 

And there stood Mike, all alone, his flashlight pointed into one of the side galleries. 

There was nobody there. Nobody behind him, nothing. Just an empty wall with a random door made of oddly light wood. 

But, well. I didn’t think much of it at the time. 

It was still just a door to me, then. 

That night, I only cared about radioing him to say that the cameras were working again, and to quickly move everything back to look at what they were supposed to point at. Annnd, well, everything was just fine. Not a single rug or bauble out of place. 

Mike was a real champ about it, though. He helped check the camera connections while he was in there. He even, heh. I mean, he flirted a little bit while he did it? Might have just been guy talk since it wasn’t a private radio connection or anything and our other coworkers definitely heard it - there was a bit of hooting involved, alright? - but it kind of felt like he knew I was freaked out and was trying to calm me down. It helped that Mike’s cute. His hair has this stupid little curly flick it does, and I could see him playing with it as he went around and fiddled with the wires for me. 

Pretty stupid, but it did work. He made me smile. 

I didn’t think about the weird shit too much until I was leaving in the morning, and decided to swing through that gallery just to, you know. See it myself. Not that I thought I was more familiar with the wiring than Mike, but it just helps get your eyes on these things in person sometimes. And, well. 

In the spot where I’d turned the cameras all on him. That bend in the halls, right where he’d rounded that corner? Where I’d seen that door that didn’t match the lacquer? 

There was no door there. Not even a painting I could have mistaken for one. 

The wall was completely bare. 

I won’t say it messed me up, but it definitely unnerved me. I knew I was in the right spot; it was pretty distinctive, even in that labyrinth of a building. There’s only so many peeing angels in a place, you know? But it was only a door that had gone for a walk or something. I didn’t see it anywhere else on my way out, so mainly I just chalked it up to one more thing I’d hallucinated the night before. 

Too much caffeine probably, I told myself. 

It wasn’t the caffeine. 

That door was there, but it didn’t only have to be there. It can be anywhere it wants to. It can hide and it can wait and it can last so, so much longer than you can. 

And it belongs to that. That weird fuck. 

I saw him again. It? I don’t know. 

It took just long enough that I’d gotten reasonably calm again - you know, I’d gone and done the ‘oh it wasn’t that bad, you probably just imagined it’ bit on myself - for him to turn up, and what do you know. I was flicking through cameras, settled in for the evening with my microwaved cup of mediocre work tea and there he was. 

The camera wasn’t as warped this time. It was still bad, but I could see him. He had long, long hair. Blonde, and it moved in twisting, impossible coils; constantly shifting and swirling even as it stayed perfectly still and filled with patterns that bled onto his clothes. Like he was a coloring book page and he didn’t really care if he went outside the lines; like insisting on something like lines with him would just tickle him pink. And there he sat; his long, long legs crossed nice and leisurely, and he looked up into the camera and waved. 

Those hands like a fucking nightmare and he just. Waved like he was a neighbor and we’d both gone out to sit on the porch in the morning. And oh. Oh did he smile. It might have been nice. If it hadn’t gone far, far too wide. Too long. Too sharp and twisted. 

And then he said, Hello, little watcher. 

And I screamed, because I heard it, right in my ear. Like he’d leant over and whispered it, soft and tender and buzzing, echoing into my bones and bouncing, bouncing inside my skull as every, single screen flared, buzzed and shut off. I heard him laugh. Like I was the funniest goddamn thing he’d ever seen. He laughed and laughed as the lights in my office flickered and popped, as the computers whined and screamed, as I scrabbled backwards out of my chair until my back hit the wall, tea pouring off my desk onto the floor as I jammed my hands over my ears and tried to block out the awful, awful rebounding glee. 

And then to top it off, the wall behind me fucking opened because it was a door that shouldn’t have been there. 

I almost fell in. Right into him, and his horrid smile and fizzing laughter and hands that reached to drag me in when I jerked away. 

That was apparently my limit. Knife hands sinking into my shoulder like soft butter. A single, razor-sharp, warped finger tilting up my chin as another dragged, slowly, deliberately across my cheek, through the delicate skin to rest right beneath my eye. All it would have taken was a single twitch. And looking at him up close, unable to look away, my vision filled with those ever-shifting patterns and colors and my eyes burning in agony, pain blossoming from my shredded flesh and through my body, my brain decided: shut down. That’ll fix this right up. 

I woke up apparently two hours later to Mike shaking me and worry coming through the radio. There’d been a power surge and they’d not realized anything was wrong with me until they’d gone ribbing me for a bit and realized I’d not responded for an unusually long time. I… was a bit hysterical when I came to. Also, bleeding. A lot of that. I have no idea how they explained away the shreds that had become my hoodie and a significant part of my shoulder or the slash ending right below my eye that left blood streaming down my face, but I didn’t bleed out and I guess that. Thing. Had decided I was less fun to play with if I was unconscious. So, victory for my brain I guess? And Mike was a godsend. 

He patted my back while they waited for an ambulance to show up. 

He whispered so sweetly, so soft and tender against my ear. He ran his fingers through my blood-stained hair and smiled at me. Told me I’d be alright. 

I think he told them I had a stroke. I wasn’t in any shape to argue, honestly, and I figured this may as well fucking happen. My brain was still buzzing, and I couldn’t string a thought together if I’d tried. It was better to let Mike lie than saying an impossible bastard had decided to tenderize my shoulders and spook me so bad I passed out.

I was very glad to be given time off. Three months to heal; earlier if I felt up to it, since my job wasn’t really high on the physical exertion. It felt safe, going home. It wasn’t fancy, but it didn’t have that goddamn thing and its goddamn door or patterns that blinked behind my eyelids when they closed. 

I was an idiot. 

If a door can slide out of nowhere onto a wall where it shouldn’t be, if it can come and go at its whimsy, why should it matter what building it happens in? 

It gave me enough time for the painkillers to wear off and the stitches to start to itch and my first homestay pizza to get there when I opened my front door and, instead of apartment C-13 across the hall, was a blank, yellow door. 

Do you know, that almost. Almost broke me? I didn’t even grab my pizza. 

Seeing that door there, I just. The first thing I thought was Did it actually let me go? Or did I fall in and this entire thing is something my brain has come up with to cope? 

It told me, hadn’t the hall behind that thing looked a lot like the halls of my apartment? 

I don’t. I don’t think it did. I mean, I hope that I’m sitting here, talking to you. That you’re real. But I’ve seen that door so many times. It's been two months. I’ve dreamed that it pulled me into that door, limp and ragged, and has just. Been toying with me since then. Enjoying watching me doubt and panic and writhe in fear and indecision. I’ve considered just opening the damn door to get it over with, you know? Because I can’t go a day without it stalking me. 

I’ve. I’ve gone pretty far to convince myself that this is real. Pain helps. 

I stare at that door, my arm bleeding, and tell it, tell him, that I know this is real, even if I can’t tell anyone else what’s happening. I keep every door in my apartment open and curse that I didn’t get that stupid pretentious studio because I have to double check every time I want to piss that I’m not walking into a hallway that shouldn’t be there. 

Every time I open the door to the hallway, every time I get up in the middle of the night, I have to pinch myself and check. It’s showed up on the floor. I opened my fridge to hands reaching out to grab me. My fucking cabinets. My groceries live in bags on my living room floor for fuck’s sake and I twitch when I see the color yellow. Half of these bandages are from close calls. From fingers as sharp and keen as new blades catching and cutting my flesh in awful, spiraling lines that hurt to see. That make my pain into a mockery as it tells me that he is just as real as I am, and he is so Hungry. 

I’m honestly amazed I made it here to talk to you today. It’s been relentless these last few days and I. Do you know how many doors you walk through on an average day? It’s more than you think. 

Mike keeps texting to check on me, but I’ve not replied. Every time I try, the text twists. The screen glitches and blurs and warps, until what I’ve typed out doesn’t answer his question; it just says, Hello, little watcher. You’re being quite rude. 

Don’t ignore me. 

Come. Open my door.  

I don’t know why this is happening. I’m so tired. 

Is it because I saw something I shouldn’t have? Is it because I… because I watched too much? Because I enjoyed it? 

I… I think next time. Next time I see it. I’ll just open the door. It’ll be better than this. I’ll open the door and walk right into those hands and let them fold around me and I’ll feel that horrible, wonderful pain one last time. 

I can already tell; you can’t do anything to help me. You’re just listening to be nice. You probably don’t even believe me, do you? As soon as I said what I’ve had to do to ground myself, I saw what you thought. 

I’m just crazy, right? Another ‘witness’ coming off a bad trip. 

Don’t bother trying to argue. I’m. I’m not crazy. The door’s real. It’s all real. 

I Know it is. 

Don’t worry. I’ll show myself out.  

[bongo-clash]

If I had a nickel for every billionaire that tried to kidnap me, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

DP/DC week prompt: Mistaken Identity

'Look, in Bruce Wayne’s defence, he has a lot of children with black hair and blue eyes, and he’d had a very long day. But in Danny’s defence, he has no idea what’s happening right now and, according to his previous experience in being kidnapped by billionaires, his reaction is incredibly reasonable.'

(No content warnings || fic under cut!!)

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Danny’s been in Gotham for about a week with his family, and so far it’s honestly been one of their most relaxing vacations to date. Sure, the drive had been long and finding a place to park the RV had been unsurprisingly difficult, but once the initial getting-there-fanfare was over with, everything had been great. The whole ‘not my circus, not my monkeys’ thing had been amazing for his anxiety. The famous Batman was more than capable of dealing with his peanut gallery without some random dead kid intercepting. 

Okay, he was a little bit worried about Batman’s ‘no metas’ thing, but there was no good reason the vigilante would find out that little tidbit. It’s not like he’s even a meta in the first place! Being dead is a medical condition. Regardless, he’s doing the sensible thing and not making a show of himself; he may have flown over the top of the city invisibly on the first night to get some good shots to send to his friends, but no one needed to know about that but Sam and her gothic-architecture-inspo wall. 

The hotel they’re staying at has good breakfast, the buildings in the inner city look cool as Hell, they already have heroes dealing with their issues so Danny doesn’t have to do anything, and there’s no ghosts barging into his room but the constant chaos of the city still feels homey. Overall, a ten out of ten vacation spot. 

Surely, nothing can go wrong. 

“Tim? What are you doing here?”

He’s taking a morning walk away from the hotel after he and Jazz successfully convinced their parents he would be fine on his own, and he’d stopped in front of Wayne Enterprises because Tucker would be frankly offended if he didn’t. He ignores the call at first, because he doesn’t know anyone named Tim, and it’s not his business, but that’s clearly shown to be a mistake when the call comes again but closer, and then again, but with a man putting his hand on Danny’s shoulder. He’s turns around to tell whoever it is to clear off when he actually catches sight of the guy’s face.

Sleek black hair, sky-blue eyes, a healthy tan and a very expensive suit. That’s Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne as in the guy who owns the building in front of them. Bruce Wayne as in the multi-billionaire. 

Okay, don’t get him wrong, Bruce Wayne does some pretty honourable charity work, and his tech is pretty cool and Tucker’s obsessed with it, but Danny has a very sour history with billionaires and even before he’d met Vlad he wasn’t a fan of them; being friends with Sam for long enough does that to a guy. Dealing with the fruitloop had only cemented what he already knew, and that’s that you shouldn’t trust people that rich as far as you can throw them (or, maybe just not at all, since he figures he could actually throw them pretty damn far, considering the ghost powers). 

Plus, Bruce ‘Brucie’ Wayne has this really weird habit of acting like a ditz, and quite frankly, Danny doesn’t buy it. He’s been successfully running a huge company and heading welfare campaigns for years, and if he’s truly as air-headed as he presents himself to be Vlad would’ve snatched up his company and his wealth in a heartbeat. Vlad, who is the other billionaire he knows, who is also pretending to be something he’s not with the whole ‘gentle hermit’ vibe he maintains with the press. No, there’s definitely something weird about Bruce Wayne and he hadn’t particularly wanted to meet the guy to find out what it is. 

However, it’s looking like he doesn’t have much choice, what with the man having a hand on his shoulder and being about ten inches from his face. “Uh.” He blurts eloquently. “Hi?”

“Tim,” He repeats, frowning. “Why are you here? I told you to take the day off- don’t tell me you were just planning on sneaking off to work anyway.”

Danny’s certain Tucker mentioned some co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises called Tim, and he’s fairly certain Tucker mentioned he was the same age as them and also Bruce’s ward, but do they really look similar? No one’s ever said they do to his face, and he thought that was the kind of thing people talked about- the whole ‘who’s your celebrity lookalike’. So why-?

…Tucker also mentioned that almost all of Bruce Wayne’s wards have the same black hair and blue eyes. He’d even joked how Danny ‘fit the bill’. Oh no. What if this is an obsession-with-having-a-son-just-like-him thing? Do all billionaires do that or is that just Vlad? He could really do with someone else to compare the guy to that isn’t the fruitloop right now- it’d be really great to have some kind of gauge amongst general average billionaire behaviour so that he actually knew what to do. 

Staying quiet to gather his thoughts was apparently not his greatest move, though, because the man’s frown only deepens. Bruce Wayne’s hand moves from the top of his shoulder to his arm, giving it a light squeeze that seems like it’s supposed to be comforting but really just makes him more nervous. “I’m taking you back to the manor. You were supposed to take a day off and I really think relaxing would do you some good.”

Now, there are a lot of things Danny could do to absolve this situation, and the smartest of all of them would be to inform him that there’s been a misunderstanding and that he’s just some random tourist who’d been wanting to take some pictures. 

“I— what- can’t you just leave me here? Don’t you need to go in there?” Is what he says instead, because fight, flight, or freeze apparently includes brain freeze too. His mom was right, he never should’ve been allowed out unsupervised. Why didn’t he bring Jazz with him?

“The meeting can wait, you’re more important.” The man soothes, and suddenly the hand on his arm is pulling him away, leading him over to an incredibly expensive car and Danny’s so bewildered by the whole situation he doesn’t even fight back. He stands there, limp, as Bruce Wayne opens the car doors, nudges him inside, starts the engine, and drives further and further away from Danny’s hotel. 

They’ve been driving for about twenty minutes before his stupor finally breaks, and by then they’ve fully left the bustle of the inner city and entered the sparsely populated realm of high society estates— Bristol, he thinks it was called? Doesn’t matter. He needs to get out and he needed to be out yesterday; he can’t believe he ever thought he could have a remotely sensible vacation. Let your guard down one time and you get kidnapped by a man with more money than everyone else in the state combined (though, to be fair, that sounds more normal given his circumstances than it should. Still, the billionaire being Bruce Wayne isn’t normal). 

Now, there are a lot of things Danny could do to absolve this situation, and the smartest of all of them would be tell Bruce Wayne that he’d been too shocked to refute the man, but he wasn’t actually his son, and had finally gathered his bearings to say so and was very sorry for causing him undue stress. 

Instead, Danny jumps out of a moving car. 

Distantly registering the yell of alarm and the screech of the vehicle pulling to a sudden stop, he tanks the roll and springs back up again, taking in his surroundings for all of a second before sprinting in the opposite direction of wherever they’d been going. Bruce Wayne is definitely chasing after him- he can hear the heavy footfalls pounding behind him- but Danny’s been running from his problems for years. There’s no way he’s letting them catch up to him now. 

He rounds a corner and disappears into thin air, because Batman’s not a day time hero so what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him and surely he’d get that Danny was only doing it for the sake of his personal safety. I mean, who’s he to say that Bruce Wayne doesn’t layer on his fortunes with the occasional ransom situation? …Maybe not the best excuse he’s ever come up with, but the damage is done now, and he drifts away for a few more minutes until he figures he’s far enough from his initial launch point that he can drop the invisibility. 

Looking around, he can tell that he’s definitely lost, his surroundings still reeking of big money and the actual meat of the city barely hanging on the horizon. Well, technically he’s not that lost, given that he can still see inner-Gotham from here, but he doesn’t know where the Hell his hotel is in all that grey, and the walk looks far. While he was willing to risk the momentary power-usage to get himself out of the billionaire’s sights, he figures that trying anything else would be pushing his luck a bit further than it was willing to take him. 

He must’ve been thinking about it for a lot longer than he realised, though, because he hears a quiet thud behind him, and there is now a vigilante blocking his exit. Long-ish black hair, an admonishing expression, and a black and blue outfit with a bird decal.

That’s one of the Bats. NIghtwing, he thinks? 

Aren’t they all supposed to be nighttime vigilantes?

As if hearing his questions, the taller man tuts, bringing his hands to his hips like his mom does when he breaks curfew. He hasn’t got out the electric-stick-things that he’s pretty sure the guy owns, so that’s good. “Tim,” He starts, tone starkly disappointed, and- hold on, why is Nightwing on a first name basis with the Wayne Enterprises CEO? “I thought B told you to take today off.”

Hold on, that’s a weird thing for a vigilante to know about the Wayne Enterprises CEO, and- Danny’s assuming B means Bruce Wayne- why is he using such a casual nickname for the billionaire? Do they know each other? He supposes it makes sense if they’re all in cahoots, since the Bats’ stuff does seem pretty expensive-looking, but he’d honestly kind of assumed Batman was just some rich reclusive vampire or something. Like Vlad but morally-reversed. 

Unless Batman is still a billionaire and not just funded by Bruce Wayne. Nightwing knowing the Tim guy would make sense, then, given they might see each other at rich people things. But, actually, would that make sense? Vigilante socialites don’t usually go around telling their other socialite friends that they’re vigilantes, do they?

Unless Batman is Bruce Wayne. But that’s ridiculous. He’d figured the guy was hiding something, and the hoard of children is kind of indicative of a weird guy generally, but the man being some kind of edgy bat-themed hero in his spare time was just too ridiculous. There’s no way. 

…

…Holy shit. Batman is totally Bruce Wayne. 

That means that Nightwing is probably one of Bruce Wayne’s many sons, which means that he’s one of Tim Drake-Wayne’s many brothers, which means Bruce Wayne may have called him to chase him down and bring him back to the manor. Even though they shouldn’t be doing that because he isn’t Tim Drake. 

Now, there are a lot of things Danny could do to absolve this situation, and the smartest of all of them would be tell Nightwing that by some hilarious comedy-of-errors, Bruce Wayne had mistaken him for his son Tim the CEO when he is in fact Danny Fenton the tourist, and he’s very sorry for the fuss he’s caused, but he should probably call his sister to pick him up now, thank you very much. 

Instead, Danny feints left and tries to dash out the corner he’d trapped himself in from Nightwing’s other side. Nightwing grabs him like a small dog with one arm and raises a grappling hook to the nearest roof. Danny feels like this is probably karma for all the property damage he’s caused in Amity as they’re flung violently across roofs higher than his town’s tallest apartment complex. He is quickly discovering that being airborne is actually so much worse when you’re not the one in control. 

He doesn’t have an awful lot of time to ponder this, however, because they reach what Danny assumes is the Wayne residence soon after. Nightwing does an absolutely terrifying set of flips as they careen over to the other side of the ledge the mansion is on, and lets him go when they’re on the ground to put a finger against his hear, presumably to some communication device. 

“I’ve got him, B! We’re outside the Batcave now- yep, all safe- see you in a sec!”

…They’re outside the what now?

Nightwing slings an arm over his shoulder- some mix of friendliness and making sure he doesn’t run away- and leads him into a concealed entrance against the ledge just beneath the Wayne mansion. 

He has to be hallucinating at this point. There are actual bats in here. The whole place is scary and dark and gigantic and—is that a fucking dinosaur?

“Tim!” 

And, as if just to cement how utterly absurd today has been, Bruce Wayne is striding towards them with an expression contorted by worry, and he feels bad right up until the moment the guy cups his face with his calloused hands (calloused because he’s Batman, what the Hell). “Tim, I was so worried,” He croaks. “What happened back there? Why did you jump out the car?”

Now, there are a lot of things Danny could do to absolve this situation, and finally, finally, he-

“What the Hell is happening right now.” He blurts, taking a sharp step back and letting the hand fall from his face, watching as surprise falls over the men next to him like an overcast. 

Okay, maybe not the the smartest thing he could’ve said, but not the worst thing either, and that’s probably the biggest win he’s going to get today, so he’ll take it. “What are you talking about?” Nightwing asks gently, reminding him rather neatly that he is still in an absolutely gigantic pile of shit, seeing as he’s now going to have to explain that they have all made some very big mistakes today. 

“Uh, okay, so funny story- and you have to promise not to like, beat the shit out of me or whatever-“ He ignores the horrified faces they make at that, nervousness leaking out into a hysterical laugh. “But, uh, a very bad thing has happened, and— it’s like, fine! I won’t tell anyone if you won’t tell anyone, it’s totally chill and I’m really great at keeping secrets-!”

Bruce Wayne cuts him off, looking terribly concerned. “Tim, whatever’s going on, we’ll-“

“I’m not Tim!”

The moment the words are out of his mouth, he backs away with his hands raised placatingly, panic heightened by the way the two men freeze in their tracks. “I am so sorry,” Danny chokes, figuring he can’t dig himself into any deeper of a grave than he already has. “I was just- I was outside Wayne Enterprises to take pictures and when you came up to me I had no idea what to do so I just froze, and by the time I came to I was in your car and like, I was kind of scared you were kidnapping me? Because I kind of have a history with billionaires and kidnapping so I just panicked and jumped out the car but that made everything worse ‘cause you chased me and now I’m in the Batcave and you’re Batman and-“

There is a very long pause when Danny’s words fail him. The Batcave is very quiet beyond the chittering of bats on the ceiling. 

“You have a history with billionaires and kidnapping?” Nightwing asks, like literally nothing else he’d said registered. 

Quite frankly, Danny does not want to know what their expressions are like. Averting his eyes, he replies- “That was definitely a weird thing for me to say. Sorry. Uh, yeah.”

“Are you safe?”

What is happening? “Like… right now? I mean, so long as you aren’t gonna feed me to that dinosaur then yeah; I’m just in Gotham for vacation. I don’t- it was a very nice vacation. Until like half an hour ago. Now it’s a stressful vacation.”

Bruce Wayne, to his credit, is not trying to kill him for his knowledge of the man’s secret vigilantism, which already makes him better than the only other billionaire he knows. The man drags a hand down his face, looking stressed beyond belief. “I should’ve known you weren’t Tim,” He breathes. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Yeah, now that I’m actually hearing you talk, you sound nothing like him. Bruce, were you actually listening when he was talking to you before you shoved him in the car? This guy’s midwestern. What happened to world’s greatest detective, B?” Nightwing snorts and, wow, they’re not taking this half as badly as he thought they would. And, hey, now that he’s thinking about it, these are the first actual vigilantes he’s ever met outside of himself and Valerie, and wouldn’t it be a waste not to ask them for pointers? 

Maybe it’s not the best idea in the world, but he already knows their secret identities and they’re being chill about it, so maybe they’ll be chill with his, too. Screw it, he’s doing it. 

“Again, I promise I won’t tell anyone- I’m, ah, pretty good with secrets like this.” They turn to look at him curiously there, and he tries to talk past the lump in his throat. “I’m kind of, um, also a vigilante as well? Funny coincidence, right? Small town gig, though, nothing like Gotham! And I’ve only been on the scene a few years, so… I don’t know what I’m asking, here. Any good pointers?”

Nightwing looks thoughtful. “Does this have anything to do with the billionaire you mentioned?” He asks.

“It very much has a lot to do with the billionaire. If Vlad Masters ever asks you for anything- I dunno, punch him? He’s got a really punchable face, you’d know if you met him. It’s all creepy and shit.”

Nightwing continues asking questions as Bruce Wayne’s head remains firmly buried in his hands, and sure, maybe letting this well-established team of heroes know about his less-than-legal and more-than-ectoplasmic hobbies might come back to bite him, but right now he can’t help basking in the fact that he gets to bad-mouth Vlad to someone who Vlad will probably care about his reputation with. Everything else comes second. 

“-Hang on, you said you’ve been a vigilante for a few years, right? How old are you?”

Okay, almost everything comes second. Both men are looking at him now with something that’s probably-definitely concern and is getting worse the longer he neglects to answer, and Danny is very suddenly reminded once again that the majority of Bruce’s children fit the same appearance-criteria as he does. 

He’s just doubled his own problem, hasn’t he? It’s not just one anymore-he’s going to have to deal with two billionaires now. 

He’s never going on vacation again. 

[arc-misadventures]

Rin FMK Nora, Jeanne, Jaune

Rin: FMK

Rin: Okay… Well this is a relatively easy decision…

Jaune: It is? I thought since it involves the three of us it would be a hard choice.

Jeanne: I mean, we’re going against, Nora so obviously she’s going to marry her. So, one of us is going to be killed.

Jaune: Still, I don’t want to, ‘die.’ Makes me feel worthless… Well more worthless than I already am…

Jeanne: Oh, don’t worry, Jaune. Its, Rin, uou know she wouldn’t do anything mean to you.

Jaune: Yes, but I am irrationally paranoid.

Jeanne: Why did so many people hurt you?

Jaune: Shits, and giggles…?

Rin: Okay… S-Shall we get going?

Nora: Yeah, lets get this going on to more happier grounds

Jaune: Right, sorry for making this such a downer.

Jeanne: Were sorry, Rin!

Rin: It’s okay, you guys have been going through a lot. Okay! So: Kill, Nora.

Nora: Cool.

Jaune: Wait, seriously?!

Jeanne: Why?

Rin: W-Well… Nora, and I have already done before so…

Jaune: Wait, what?!

Jeanne: You two have done it?!

Nora: Oh yeah! We got drunk on accident a few years ago. Then we got a bit handsy~!

Jeanne: You did what?!

Rin: The sake we had that day was pretty… strong.

Nora: So anyway we went at it, and then we woke up in each others arm.

Rin: Which is pretty normal actually.

Jaune: And, pretty comfortable.

Jeanne: Wait?! You slept with, Nora?!

Jaune: No, but I have had, Nora crawled in my bed while I was sleeping. It was very nice; so warm, and comforting.

Jeanne: Naww, I wanna do that…

Nora: Just you wait then~!

Rin: Just hope it doesn’t end up like us. Since we were naked…

Nora: That was such a lovely sight to wake up to~!

Jeanne: So you’re going to, ‘Kill,’ Nora because you’ve already done it?

Rin: Yeah, that’s pretty much it.

Jaune: Wow, they’re completely different than my, Ren, and Nora.

Jeanne: How’s that?

Jaune: Nora pines for, Ren hard, and Ren just doesn’t see it.

Jeanne: Ouch.

Nora: So! Who are you gonna do the do with~?

Rin: Oh, I want to sleep with, Jeanne.

Jeanne: Y-Y-You what?!

Rin: What? What’s wrong?

Jeanne: I-I-I just didn’t think you wanted to… d-do that with me?!

Rin: Hey, I’ve had dreams of being… intimate with you.

Jeanne: You’ve dreamed about us doing it?!

Nora: Don’t worry! Her dreams weren’t as bad as the ones the guys have about you! But, so juicy~?!

Jeanne: What are they dreaming about?!

Jaune: I don’t think you want to now…

Rin: You don’t.

Nora: But, the bunny suit!

JJ: The what?

Rin: Shh!

Nora: Naww…

Rin: So, I mostly want to do it because I’m curious.

Jeanne: What about…?

Rin: Well, haven’t you ever looked at someone that just makes you wonder; what if we dated, if we kiss, what if we… did it?

Jeanne: A few times…

Rin: So yeah, that’s why I would… ‘Fuck’ you.

Jeanne: Oh… okay. That sounds nice…

Nora: Plus you get bragging rights on banging the, Angel~!

RJ: NORA?!

Jaune: Okay… Well, this is probably how, Pyrrha feels…

Rin: So, I would… M-Marry, Jaune…

Nora: But, why…?

Jeanne: Yeah, why?

Rin: I just think he’s handsome, rugged, and nice. I feel safe, and protected around him. And, I wouldn’t mind being his darling little wife, with our little, but growing family~! It just sounds so nice when I think about it~!

Nora: that does sound nice~!

Jeanne: I would love that to happen in my life~!

Jaune: …

Jaune: To be honest, if I had, Rin in my world. I would totally marry her if I could.

Rin: R-Really?!

Jaune: Your beautiful, cute. So caring, and kind. Honestly I would be a very happy man if I had you in my life.

Rin: Aww… Thanks, Jaune~!

Jaune: Also, because I know that look, I would marry, Nora if I could.

Nora: Yes! Co-Wives!

Rin: Nora that’s…?! Actually, that sounds nice… Really nice.

Jeanne: Awww… If it wasn’t for the fact I would be dating myself, I would want to marry, Jaune too…

Jaune: You would what?!

[kihyuni3]

Let Me In (College Boyfriend!Jay)

College Boyfriend!Jay x gender neutral reader

Hi I haven’t written anything in a long time and this is not proof read or looked over at all so if it is absolutely terrible thats totally my bad. Also I literally haven’t written in like two years so this is surely a weird experience.

Summary: Jay always hides behind his cool guy persona, but when you start dating you want to break through to see his fun, vulnerable side more. 

Warnings: A little bit sugesstive, mentions of smoking (no one actually smakes it’s just breifly mentioned)

Word Count: 1,817

Jay always had this cool persona, the dark clothes, the mysterious aura, everything. Very few people knew that he was a huge goofball who was almost always saying something embarrassing or fooling around to make his friends laugh. He likes it that way. He likes for people to see him as this intimidating figure. Someone who is always going to be the coolest in the room. You knew better. While you weren’t officially dating (yet) you definitely got a few glimpses of his softer, more carefree side. The side that is always making his friends laugh. And you couldn’t wait to see more of it.

Since you had only been on a few dates so far, all of which being in public spaces, you had very little opportunity to engage in any skinship. There had been some hand-holding, an arm around the shoulder, maybe a quick peck on a few occasions, but none of which had been initiated by Jay. You think it’s because he’s trying to keep up this mysterious cool guy act, but you want nothing more than to break through and see his authentic self. And a little bit more intimacy with him would be a plus as well.

When Jay invited you to a party tonight at one of his senior's frat houses, you decided that tonight was the night that you finally break through his shell. 

The party was off to a slow start, other than being mobbed by Beomgyu, who begged you to come dance with him, as soon as you came in. You hadn’t realized Jay was taking you to a TXT party. Internally you wished it had been somewhere else, somewhere where you knew fewer people so it wouldn’t be as embarrassing if someone caught on to your little plan of action, but you were already here so this would have to do. 

Brushing Gyu off with the promise that you would find him for that dance later, you link your fingers with, a not so unusually quiet, Jay’s and pull him off somewhere with less people. The benefit to this being a house you were familiar with was that you knew all of the good spots. You lure him off with the promise of a drink, but slowly make your way up towards a balcony you know is on the second floor. 

You can tell he’s caught on to your actions by the way he smirks at you when you not so subtly pull him from room to room. However, he doesn’t mention it and you can tell he’s still trying to maintain some distance between the two of you despite having come to this part on a pseudo date. When you finally manage to navigate yourself out to the balcony you give him no chance to start up an act you spring into action.

“Jay, will you let me in?” You turn towards him suddenly. The way you turn doesn’t leave much space between you two and clearly, he’s caught off guard, faltering in his facade a bit. 

“W-What?” he mumbles quietly, at a loss for words.

“Look,” you sigh, looking into his eyes. Placing your hands around the back of his neck slowly guiding him closer to you as you speak. He makes no move to stop you, letting you guide him how you want. “I like you. I really like you. But I need you to let me in.” He looks taken aback by your sudden confession, but at the same time he’s enthralled by you and can’t get himself to stop you or to look away.

“I want to know you,” You continue, your bodies pressed completely together now; your bodies melding together in the way that you hoped they would. 

“I want to see you. I want…” You hesitate for a minute sliding one hand from around the back of his neck up to the side of his face. He closes his eyes for a moment and you can tell by the calm breath he releases that you’re getting through to him, to the real Jay.

“I want to touch you.” 

It’s impossible to tell who leaned in first, but suddenly your lips were together. He had kissed you before briefly, but you could tell this was completely different. Finally, the real Jay was kissing you, not the person Jay was pretending to be. 

Things escalated pretty and before you knew it Jay had you pressed against the railing. His hands were all over you in a way that let you know he wasn’t holding back anymore. This was what you were missing, and you couldn’t wait to see more of this side of him. Running your hands into Jay’s hair, he lets out a small noise, almost a whine. This was something completely unexpected from what you had experienced with him before and it was something you became immediately addicted to. You can’t stop yourself from deepening the kiss excited for what the night has in store. But before you can get much further…

“Hey! I've been looking for you everywhere!” A voice startles you both. 

Quickly jumping apart, more on Jay’s part than yours, he quickly turns away from whoever interrupted you and looks out into the night sky that can be seen from your spot on the balcony. Who knew you would turn out to be the calm and collected one in this relationship.  

“Now what are you two doing out here alone?” Beomgyu asks in a teasing voice as he assesses the situation. You take a quick glance at Jay and can almost see the gears turning in his head as he tries to come up with a single “cool” activity that would keep up his persona without revealing to your new guest what was actually occurring just a few moments ago. You make a move to help him but before you get a chance to speak…

“Smoking!” he bursts a little to rushed for it to sound natural. Jay had never smoked a day in his life, nor would he, but it was the only thing his brain could come up with as a plausible reason to be outside despite the fact that neither of you were holding anything to corroborate this story. You have to hold yourself back from laughing and breaking his cover. Although you hadn't known him for too long, something you already figured out: Jay was always such a bad liar. 

“And I just needed some air,” you chime in to try and strengthen the alibi even a little. “Plus the view is nice.” It really was a beautiful view now that you think about it. However, you hadn’t noticed it until you mentioned it just now. 

“Okay lame,” If Gyu had noticed something was amiss he didn’t mention it. “Well, I’m gonna have to break whatever this is up because you promised me a dance and they just started playing my favorite song.” You shake your head, this was just like him to bust in like this for something so trivial, but you agree, seeing as the moment has been ruined already anyway. However, just as you’re about to reluctantly head back into the sweaty frat house something catches your attention. 

“Yo, calm down!” He whispered it in a hushed tone, but you could still hear it clearly. Unsure of what he was talking about, you turn slightly to check on your lover making sure that everything was alright. However, the sight that you turned to only made you laugh.

There he was cool as ever in his dark clothes, back turned to you. If you hadn’t been deeply aware of your past actions, like the unknowing bystander that is your annoying friend, Jay could be perceived as brooding mysteriously on the edge of the balcony. Maybe even smoking as he had lied earlier. But you knew the truth. It was subtle, but obvious enough to you, that your fling was fidgeting with his belt in an attempt to downplay the effects of your previous escapades. At first, your laugh was manageable, nothing more than a small giggle that could be played off as a person in love with the man standing before you. However, when you notice the downward turn of his head and it clicks that maybe the whisper you heard earlier was his attempt to get his own body under control, you can't help but let out a loud roar of a laugh. 

This catches Jay’s attention as he turns his head to you slightly, at first from being startled by the loud sound, but then his eyes change to ones that are pleading with you for some sort of respite from his current position. Taking the hint, you ask Gyu for one second before walking closer to the dejected man at the railing. 

You have already decided in your head to get the attention away from him like he silently asked, but that won’t stop you from teasing him a little bit before you do so. Placing both of your hands flat on his lower back you slowly, gently move them up until they are resting on his shoulders. Feeling the muscles tense under your fingers as you do so lets you know that your little scheme is having exactly its desired effects. Once your hands make their way up and over his shoulders so that your arms are gently wrapped around his neck from behind he spares you a quick sideways glance. The look is quick but you didn’t need long to catch the look of annoyance that he was sending you… or at least trying to. The red tint veiled over his entire face was giving away everything you needed to know. 

Fueling the fire you place a quick kiss directly on the side of his neck, granting you a little involuntary gasp from Jay. You can tell that he’s blushing hard by the heat that transferred from his neck to your lips even from just that quick contact. 

“I’ll see you inside when you’re done ‘smoking’.” You say to him gently before letting him go and moving back toward your friend who’s now holding the door for you. 

As you head in Jay looks back one last time once he knows that Beomgyu is far enough through the doorway that he won’t be able to see his flustered state. Feeling his glance at you you turn to catch his eye as you step back into the humid air of the party. You take this opportunity to send a quick kiss accompanied by a teasing wink, a silent promise that you’ll make sure you meet again later. 

Scoffing Jay shakes his head and looks down at his hands that were currently grasping the railing in front of him. All he can think is that he’s in big trouble because you’ve totally got him wrapped around your finger. 

and for a little treat ^^^

masterlist

[1863-project]

So, the other day I was playing through my Pokemon Black copy, and naturally I made my daily detour to Anville Town to see what train would pop up on the turntable that day (the type is determined by the day of the month, so it's always a surprise to see which one I'll find), and lo and behold they show me an old train! (iirc this one still runs in Pastoria City's Safari Zone)

Here is the entire description, plus a close up of the train (courtesy of our friends at Bulbapedia):

I don't have as much knowledge of trains as you do, but perhaps if you could tell us a bit about that train and/or it's real-life inspirations, then we might be able to date how long the Battle Subway's been around? I believe that this dialogue implies that the Battle Subway may be as old as this model. And, if it is old enough, then our beloved submas may not be the first ones to have run this very cool facility :0.

// The route gates in this game also give us interesting tidbits of information, and I happened to stumble upon an interesting detail- that being that the Battle Subway was established by a Rail Fanatic who also liked to battle (or something similar to that, I forget the exact wording and I cannot find any of the Route Gate text online :<).

The singular "Rail Fanatic" is a rather interesting choice of words considering twins currently run the Battle Subway, don't you think?

Anyway, thanks to all of this corkboard and yarn talk I just have a hunch that in game canon, the submas didn't actually start up the idea of the Battle Subway. I'd appreciate some of your insights on the matter if you're up to respond :>!.

Thanks! (and also, sorry for making another massive ask I guess I just can't help myself haha ;w;)

Aaah, yes, I will be DELIGHTED to take this on for you!

I'm pretty sure that's definitely supposed to be the old car they use in the Great Marsh, looking at it more closely! But it does resemble a lot of our older subway cars here, too, which delights me. In particular, in color, it looks like our Redbirds!

The Redbirds were built between 1959 and the early 1960s, but they were given their red paint scheme in the 1980s to combat graffiti. They were retired by 1993, but there are still a lot that serve as maintenance vehicles for the MTA, and quite a few still exist in preservation as well!

Or, if you want to go older...before things went underground, the elevated lines often had old wooden cars.

(link to read about these guys)

The three separate companies that make up today's MTA quickly figured out that steel cars worked better, and that was that, but the old wooden ones are awfully pretty. Here's an example of an early steel car:

(Some of these guys served for a long time - from 1915 until 1969!)

Now, for that other information...holy SHIT, am I interested in knowing who that Rail Fanatic was. And given that we have a lot of historical cars that could fit the description of the old one in Unova, that gives us a wide date range! It could have been there from the beginning - the early 1900s - or it could have come in later, but that text absolutely sounds like it's saying the Battle Subway predates Ingo and Emmet themselves. I now absolutely know what I want a Unovan Legends game to be about, oh my God. Will I get this game? Probably not. Will I fantasize about getting it anyway? Of course I will.

Seriously, though, thank you for that information. I absolutely have to know more now and I am...so curious about who this person was. An ancestor of theirs? A former boss they worked for who they took over for when that person retired? Someone entirely unrelated to them from one hundred years ago? The possibilities are endless.

[elysianslove]

ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3 

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES 

ANGEL ! — 

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :) 

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”  

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :( 

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :) 

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him??? 

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd 

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does. 

DOLL ! — 

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place. 

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while. 

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh. 

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!! 

SUNSHINE ! — 

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :( 

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day. 

BABY/BABE ! — 

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!! 

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool?? 

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it. 

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you. 

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative. 

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be. 

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you? 

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi. 

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god. 

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!! 

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both. 

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly. 

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time. 

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :( 

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more. 

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! — 

kuroo; this one is for him and only him. 

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too) 

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest. 

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3 

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both. 

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3 

love u all mwah <3 

[elekinetic]

hi! what are your sexuality headcanons? for byler and any other characters! :) feel free to go into depth if you'd like 💛

hi! fs fs, i think i answered something like this a few months ago but i dont remember what i wrote and it'll be cool to compare.

will - gay (canon. needs no further explanation <3)

mike - gay (canon to me. realistically we're getting unlabeled mike but i really resonate w the idea that mike's attraction to el is platonic attraction+he thinks she's pretty so yeah he guesses he could want to kiss her, plus she thinks he's cool and she's like the coolest most powerful person in the world so yeah, of course he's gonna date her. and kissing always seemed overrated anyway, so he can get over how awkward it is. this is what it's like for everyone, right?)

max - bisexual (her and lucas go on a break in college because the distance puts a lot of pressure on their relationship. he's at indiana state, she went back to california. he ends up transferring to a school near max because their team offers to match his ISU scholarship, and they get back together almost immediately. during the break though, max had an on & off again thing with her classmate jess. it was amicable when they called it off fr (they were both still in love with their exes) and they're still friends! she and lucas get along great)

lucas - repressed bisexual (he's not gonna figure it out til he's like thirty-two and he's been married to max for eight years, but there's gonna be a moment in the early aughts where he's like..."oh shit. okay, cool," and then moves on. regardless of what could've been, he's got max. she's everything he could ever ask for.)

dustin - heterosexual (you gotta have one!)

el - unlabeled forever, or at least for a very long time. (probably assumed heterosexual by most, but this literally the last thing on her mind right now, and it will be like that for a while. el is focused on being a person and labels are unhelpful for her. if she had to pick, she'll probably say pan. how much of that is because she super relates to the identity and how much is because she thinks the flag is fun... who knows. she likes both, though)

rapid fire extra characters

nancy - straight but she makes out with a girl in college.

steve - straight but would totally make out with a dude i mean who wouldn't, no robin that doesn't make me gay that just means i have eyes like some guys are objectively hot cmon even you have to agree.

jonathan - actually straight, world's best ally.

robin - lesbian (i love her)

argyle - pan (spread the love, man.)

eddie - unlabeled fr. ("i'll try anything once" type beat)

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[bibiana112]

Do you like aoilight and what are the reasons? I think the ship is cool but I guess I never thought about the DEPTH of it

I do! Yeeeh, okay it's mostly thanks to ship osmosis from friend @blue-bird-lamentation whomst I hope is okay with being tagged here, I'm hoping maybe you'll like to read me rambling about them a bit :3 Cause I also didn't quite get it, I'm not big into shipping in on itself you see, I usually have to be very invested on the characters separately first to even have the slightest bit of a chance to potentially get into the ship lol, so I asked her what she liked about it and ended up vibing a lot with imagining them together!

To the point where I have my own headcanons now, so I tried my best to organize the base reasoning of it and my silly thoughts cohesively enough for it to hopefully make sense to you cause, yeah, there's a lot of depth to these thoughts •w•'''

Okay first of all here's the disclaimer that, I just think, if we ignore vlr and ztd, which I like to do often, then the situation of them catching feelings could just be kind of funny? In the sense that I like to think Junpei and the Fields stay friends so Clover has not one but two dumbasses who want to find their kidnappers because they wanna date them lmao Difference is Light wouldn't put his life on hold like Junpei does, obviously, and he wouldn't put up with disrespect either, but they're still keeping in contact as Junpei does his detective thing and Clover is still on her brother's case for even thinking of giving the pulls up notes arrogant, uncooperative young man, a chance lol

Okay I guess this segues into the thing about why Light would even entertain the thought in the first place, well, I've seen the point that he cares about Clover too much to be empathetic to what the Kurashikis do, since sure the parallels are there and he probably knows in some level he'd go the same lengths for Clover's sake but at the end of the day that isn't what happened, it's simply not how everything played out so he'd full on resent them, but My counterargument there is that I interpret Light to be exactly the type of person who would give weight to what ifs like that, I think he would be more than aware that he doesn't want to be judging them much when he'd hope for that very benefit of the doubt had the same situation befallen him, Clover on the other hand wouldn't feel that way at all, she would also understand why they did it and doesn't have any gripes with it morally per say but the experience is just too emotionally harmful on her end for her to let it go despite feeling a kinship with them for having been victims of the first game too, so there's the slightest bit of conflict there on the sense that she's clearly not going to feel safe if he just goes out with Aoi or something

But also, what I especially think would make him the Most inclined to forgive them and believe they're decent people outside of the bad things they were forced to do was because he was so close to them when the whole thing first happened to begin with, plus he was in the coffin from very early on up to only after the fake hostage situation even happened the second time around so he wouldn't have witnessed the uglier parts of their act or felt lied to for nine hours straight, most of the interactions he'd have had with either Kurashiki up to the point where the game is done would still be from when they were little and even then they would not be too many so I honestly think the impression of the experience on him overall would just be leaving him curious, he was one of the older kids too and had a better grasp of what was done to them so he also probably kept an actual grudge against those cradle guys so while people are like uh that was kind of fucked up but I get it Light's just internally going lmao get got

What I've noticed is always different depending on who you ask is how the Kurashikis end up settling down enough and being able to be contacted again for them to possibly get together? I mean, that's when there even is a logic to that point instead of just the vague notion of Aoi is chill now he can just go visit his boyfriend no prob, which is fine too lol, I just realized there's not much of a consensus here and many alternatives instead, I personally like to think of the Kurashikis just being kind of generally on the run and it's a long while before Junpei finds them and junepei gets a lot of time together before the Fields even ease into sharing a room with those two again Junpei talks them into it eventually and like I said it's not that Light doesn't want to he's just more preoccupied with respecting how Clover feels and she wouldn't let him go there alone at first even with Junpei and much less otherwise so it takes forever And another good one is the Fields just bumping into Aoi at complete random and him nervously being like oh shit and noping out of there while they're like NO NO YOU COME BACK AND GIVE US SOME ANSWERS

So okay, getting into the actual reasons peeps thing their dynamic is cute now, there is the bookmark thing, love bringing that one up, like regardless of how truthful Santa's being when ranting about disliking the leaf words Aoi still kept it, through all those years he still had it close and even if he only does it because Akane let's him know they'll need it he'd have the reminder there. I think he put a lot of thought into their circumstances and probably ended up interpreting the words in his own way, but one of the thoughts I imagine crossed his mind at some point must have been how genuine those words were and how kind of a thing for that kid to do it was and how he can literally not imagine being that way himself, like, he's impressed at and thankful for how well Light handled the situation even years after drawing the short end of the stick as far as any luck that he promised them was concerned. I like to think Light was at least there for him on the immediate aftermath of Akane's death too, because he'd be a mess and all the other kids would be too confused or too young to try and comfort him even a little and I love Seven but even if he wasn't busy I don't think he would have done a great job at that even taking out of the equation that'd he'd just be more receptive to someone his own age trying to get through to him in such a state because like, personally I can't imagine tiny Light Not trying his best after witnessing all that, he probably doesn't think about it as often as Aoi does but if he remembers Akane dying he probably remembers trying stay by Aoi's side as much as possible as soon as they all got to shore, he probably wondered for a good while how that kid that lost his sister was doing (he's doing bad) which, it's interesting to think he probably had to work through not having closure for that and not letting it drag down moving his own life forward but Aoi had probably the opposite, something like being aware that the guy is probably doing fine and feeling guilty over having to drag him back into all this, and like, the reason they barely interact in the game proper is very much part of the plan so I like to think part of Aoi actively wants to avoid him out of all that guilt while the other wants to avoid him because it's burdening him with unnecessary feelings LMAO pretty sure in the last scene with everyone in the incinerator Aoi straight up ignores the Fields (and Hazuki) altogether because of course he needs laser focus at that point and at the start of the game they only have the very brief exchange of Light suddenly laughing at something Aoi said in a very serious tone which results in the best delivered "What the fuck?" in history lmao the mocking "Oh I'm sorry, you just sounded so confident" is so entertaining to me I imagine Aoi just blanks on how to react there, since he was talking about how the doors work I can see that being an instance of Light catching onto the act pretty instantly too

Their personalities just generally mesh quite well too if you ask me, with Aoi being emotional but practical minded and shit at working through feelings and Light being very smart and rational but also on the creative field and with some actual honest to god bare minimum emotional intelligence! Which I think neither of the Kurashikis has ever even heard of! It's very entertaining to imagine Light being super artsy about stuff to his stockbroker boyfriend who hasn't so much as laid eyes on a creative activity since he was like eight but who is going along with it just to gawk at and listen to his partner and I like to think he forces Aoi to get a hobby too, idk what, just something not related to him being a provider/caretaker and that isn't self-destructive would be good for a change of pace

I like to imagine Aoi being an apologetic mess upon first contact outside of a death game but that being in any kind of relationship, hell even just any honest conversation, is still off limits for him for a looong while and difficult and he just keeps acting tough at anytime vulnerability is asked of him but Light not only enjoys pushing his buttons but also if Aoi gets really rude he just isn't phased and has a comeback on the ready of something along the lines of "if you wanted to kill me you already had the chance so I'm sure you're exaggerating" which shuts him up everytime

I think Aoi would have it on the back of his head that Light's very pretty at first and after spending some normal time with him he'd just slowly unravel his thoughts and quietly realize that he didn't have time to think about it that way before but back when Light did the whole leaf words thing he was so cool and reliable and just so positive Aoi can barely conceptualize "positive" at all by himself but Light just thought of all of that up so easily and said it so sincerely that it calmed down a whole group and he still feels some of that positivity and reassurance when he's with him now even if he speaks in layers of sarcasm and cynicism nowadays he's still so sure of who he is and is always assertive and I think he'd just generally be amazed by how Light manages to thrive despite not being your picture book lucky or "normal" guy either and that whole realization would be something he frankly cannot entirely process what to do with meanwhile Light would just be like Yes I am great <3

Okay but lmao I imagine that from Light's pov then there's how like, during the game he is the most onto their act from the start, it almost feels like if he was allowed to interact more with the two he'd have figured it all out and Uchikoshi has said how much Light ever knew was supposed to be kind of ambiguous too, I mean he did obscure some stuff written in his note up until the end, he very much is a secretive person, and no one there aside from him and the Kurashikis know what that note fully said for sure, and I like to think this dynamic would translate into Aoi not being able to deflect or put on an act with him around because the way Light perceives things is just different and it means he's attentive to certain details instead of focusing on more general things that fool other people, so much so that he just catches him trying to bullshit his way out of uncomfortable situations before he can even try, and most importantly he's a smartass that likes to figure things out before everyone else so I basically think Light would be super curious about what Aoi's really like after all those years, like I really imagine the initial attraction there for him really is on the basis of "oh there is so much going on with you I want to study that" and also it's so funny to me to imahine he'd have a bit of a he could make me worse <3 mindset too but mostly the dynamic is yes you're off-putting but you've charmed me can I study you kadjksjs

I think a very interesting part of all this is that they'd still have to pull a lot of weight for a relationship to work, a lot of trauma that they'd have to work through alongside each other and a willingness to change up some attitudes, junepei is like that in theory too but I personally can't imagine Akane being able to compromise or Junpei to stop making excuses for her for it to ever quite get to an entirely healthy place meanwhile I think aoilight does have the possibility to be that eventually so that's a big part of why I like it, for me it's easier to imagine some healing going on with them and I just want good things for Aoi y'know, especially cause genuinely talking to more than one person on the regular would be really good for him imo <3 I also love love love the idea of him and Phi being platonic besties but like I said I'm ignoring all of that and my brain unfortunately doesn't compute both of these being able to happen in like the same timeline so rip and I straight up just don't believe he'd even give a shot at an actual relationship with anyone outside of this whole mess just because he would 1) be way too marked by the experience to connect at more than surface level with someone who is unaware of it 2) definitely not open up about it to anyone new though like never ever like not even under oath, so yeah and then he'd figure there'd be so much work with setting boundaries and just general trust and honesty that I think he'd probably want to just run off at some point and Akane would have to knock sense into him but it works out I imagine she does briefly try to walk on her and Junpei's wedding too but that also works out dw

Also to reiterate, I only imagine all this stuff without the sequels happening, I personally can't wrap my head around them ever possibly being a thing™ after the Kurashikis kidnap Clover a second time, or even just having anything else to take care of after saving Akane at all since at that point I don't think there's salvaging any trust between them and all the innocent parties involved in the nonary games, Clover reminisces in vlr that they did what they had to in a surprisingly understanding way so I like to think that attitude towards them would remain as long as they actually didn't do anything else fucked up like that afterwards, but what do I know, people have SOIS and Crash Keys end up being cooperative somehow all the time so maybe there's something to it there too, I've seen a lot of AUs where they end up as co-workers and even one where Light's like a double agent or something I dunno didn't actually look into that one but it's out there! Along with many different highly specific scenarios! Idk!

Also sibling shenanigans you know I love those and it is hilarious to me to think of Clover being just as aggressive towards Aoi as he is towards Junpei, the "break my siblings heart and you're dead <3" energy just irradiates off these people, meanwhile Light and Akane actually get along and act civilized around each other, tbh I imagine Akane just nodding along without even paying full attention to what her brother's saying and then just plainly telling him that yeah no you two definitely have my blessings I think he can fix you, which I mean, she could have at least pretended she meant it as a joke but no lmao

Okay! So! I think that's all I have here to share akshjs hope it's good food for thought I can understand how it can look like it's just putting them together for no good reason but also take into consideration that the cast is relatively small y'know? Especially with these two only appearing in the first game and like, I'm not the kind of person who absolutely needs to find every character a match but I can see how that'd make people gravitate to this one

[nemeseos-noctua]

seeing as requests are open can i please request Albedo who was dating his s/o as an experiment but ended up falling in love with them and the s/o finds out?

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: albedo x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: you (reader) have a hydro vision! <3

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: originally had a long note so heres a tl;dr - ily anon ty for the albedo, delayed bc of school/grades + tumblr deleted my completed drafts TWICE, slightly changed the prompt bc i cant read <3 (also consider: burnout and executive dysfuction)

chalk doesnt have feelings i hope everyone knows that

and love is subjective

so one day Albedo kinda just overheard someone in Mondstadt talking about someone (Donna)

“hmm... what is love” - Albedo, XXXX

dude made a whole hypothesis too like damn bro !

his test subject was you because you happened to work with him the most

convenience !

“Albedo... do you think we can make organisms with water?”

“What makes you think that?” he questions. You usually didn’t ask questions, especially not out loud and to him.

You were reserved and didn’t really deal well with people in general, therefore now making you a people pleaser. “Always be the best,” you were told, “always stay #1.” 

“Oh, uh, nothing in particular... It’s just that we could make life out of anything theoretically, right? So would water be different? Is the water from my hydro vision the same as regular water we would see out in the rivers?” 

“Yes, you do make a good point. Why don’t we make that our experiment after we begin the one that I plan to start?”

“The one you plan to start? You’ve already thought of another? Sir, we just got back into Mondstadt after almost blowing up a part of Dragonspine.” 

He looked hesitant to admit what he wanted to say. Would it come across as too straightforward? “Love” seemed to be this sort of... sensitive topic to a few. 

“Well, I had overheard someone mumbling to themselves about love and decided that there was no harm in trying it.” Immediately, you felt your face start to burn, quickly spreading to the tips of your ears and neck.

“W-Wait a second... Are you sure this is an experiment?!? Love takes time!”

“Yes, well... we could just use the title of ‘dating’ for now and see what happens.” 

“I, well, um... I guess you’re right. But I still don’t think you should ask random people that question if you ever do so again...” Especially since you’re so good-looking... you thought to yourself. You sigh and throw your ponderings away. This wasn’t the time for that!

“This happens to be my only experiment for my selfish question, so I do not intend to do so to anyone else.” He looks away from you for the first time since you arrived back at the Knights’ HQ. 

he thought that it was a super dumb question and never wants to ask it again

but seeing you flustered??? was so cute????

whatever. he is Albedo, Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius. 

hes a genius, not depressed. (iykyk)

“I’ll ask Acting Grand Master Jean to let us go to Liyue Harbour. A change in scenery would be nice, as well it being surrounded by copious amounts of water, perfect for our new experiment. Isn’t that right, Love?”

“LOVE”... HOLY BARBATOS. HELLO?? THAT’S SO CUTE..... 

No. No, no. He is way too good at this. HE’S SUCH A SMOOTH TALKER.

You could feel your face warm up again, right after you had cooled down. 

“Uh, well, yes-- actually, no, I mean...” you stammered as your brain started to process the words more and more. He chuckled. This was gonna be a long experiment, won’t it.

A few months pass and the bond between the two of you became stronger and stronger until you really couldn’t tell if it was still actually an experimental dating simulator or what. 

“Dear, is there something wrong?”

“Oh, ah, it’s nothing, really.” Lies. 

He gives you a skeptical look. He definitely knows that something is wrong, just not what. 

i mean were you guys even in love or anything??

you couldnt tell at all and albedo shows very little signs of anything

plus he made for a good liar.

MAN HE WASNT EVEN HUMAN 

“Okay... please know that you can always come to me whenever you need to.” He walks away to work on a different lab, the one that you came up with. Surprisingly, the two of you working on it together didn’t speed up the process. 

You take a deep breath and let it all out. How would you even go forward with this?

Minutes become hours and hours become days. Pushing the problem to the side was not how you should be handling this...

“Albedo, can we talk?” You popped into your significant other’s office after knocking. He looks up, nodding his head.

“Dear, is there something wrong?” Again, those exact words. You stumble over your mental script. What should you say first???

“So you know how you said that we could pretend date and stuff a few months back...? I was just, um, wondering if you actually loved me...” you trailed, not really knowing how to explain your thoughts. “You seem really lovey-dovey and stuff which is great and cool but is it all satire or--”

“Should we go see the Deaconess? You don’t seem yourself, Darling.” You were taken aback by his interjection. 

“What makes you say that?”

“The real and true (Y/N) that I love would never doubt my feelings, would they?”

“Well-- it’s just that-- I didn’t--”

“Why don’t we get you checked out? Maybe that can prove my love for you, Love.” The very apparent concern for your wellbeing shown on Albedo’s face was comforting. 

Maybe he did still love you. Just maybe.

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

maybe Y/N Stark is a new avenger, Peter see her before in a college party where they had very great sex. When she is introduced to everone. Wanda reading her thoughts finds out what happened between them. and CAOS. I love you xx

Okay see I love this because it plays into my favorite headcannon that (y/n) Stark is just a big party girl. My favorite trope is just like mean x soft, love someone who is just soft for their baby and that is so my favorite way to potray (y/n) Stark, like she’s just kind of brat expect for with Peter. Anyway I’m saying a big fat yes, and here she is. Hope you like it babe! Love you xx

Guys I am still doing requests and promts so please feel free to send some in, or even just hit me up, would love to be your bestie 💖

Awkward

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Summary: The first post hookup meetup is always a little awkward 

Prompts

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(y/n)’s pov

New York city has to be the most magical place in the world, the lights are brighter, the buildings are taller, and the parties are way more awesome than the little boarding school dorm parties I’m used to. As a Stark it’s really just my social obligation to throw the best parties in the city though, and that’s a lot of pressure. I knew my New York debut would have to be awesome, so I rented out the 404 NYC and filled it to the brim with the best food and liquor money could buy, the most killer DJ I could find, and sent out an invitation to every socialite in the city. 

Then I invited Peter Parker, a boy I’ve only ever met in passing really, but he was important to my dad. Dad always used to tell me he thought we’d really get along, but we never really got the chance to know each other before dad passed away. Now that I’m in New York I want to try to be friends, he’s also the only avenger my age so if I want to carry on my dad’s legacy I think he’ll be a good teammate to have. From what I remember he was just a dorky, quiet kid, he’d hardly said two words to me the handful of times we had met. So you can only imagine my surprise when he walked in and the dorky little boy next door had become possibly the hottest boy in all of NYC. 

“Hey Peter,” I giggled as I waved to him, “I’m so glad you came.”

“Yeah, of course, I was a little surprised you invited me though…” he rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

“Oh yeah, I just figured a friend of daddy’s is a friend of mine,” I stopped one of the waiters walking by and passed Peter a drink, “Here, have this, it’s crazy good.”

He takes a little sip and nods, “Good. I’m glad you did, I was wondering if you were still gonna go to college out here after everything that happened.”

“Of course! I love New York,” I wink before taking a big swig of my own drink, “Plus I kind of wanted to give the whole Avengers thing a shot.”

“I heard, Fury said you’ve been talking about helping out.”

I nod, “Yeah, I don’t know if I really want to be a superhero per say, but it’s my dad’s legacy and I want to help out in some way.”

“Cool,” he blushed as he glanced down at his drink, “Sorry, parties aren’t really my thing still, I actually kind of just came to see how you were.”

“Aw,” I coo, “That’s so cute, I thought you would be, you seem more confident, you actually look me in the eyes now, mostly.”

He looked back up at me with a smile, “More confident sure, but I still don’t really go to parties.”

“Well you’re like an honorary Stark aren’t you?”

His whole face flushed red at that, “I don’t know about that.”

“Nah, you totally are, which means you’ve got to party like one,” I push the drink to his lips, “Chug that and we’ll get you another, then I’ll teach you how to dance,” I wink, downing my own drink to demonstrate.

He takes a deep breath and down the whole cup in one drink.

/

The first thing I notice when I wake up is how unusually warm it is, then it’s the arm around my waist. I roll over groggily and rub my eyes, giving myself just a few moments to take everything in. The first thing I spot is Peter, laying in bed besides me, naked. After checking him out for a second, what happened last night comes crashing back to my mind.  I feel my face start to burn, don’t get me wrong, he was great in bed, but I just know I totally corrupted him. Oops. 

It’s a little hard to feel bad when the sex was that good.

Peter’s eyes flutter open, looking over me sleepily before going wide eyed, “H-Hi,” he stutters.

“Hey,” I smile back, “You’re like a little space heater you know?”

“Uh, thanks,” he sits up very suddenly, looking a little frantic as he grabs his phone, “I-I’m sorry I really have to go, I h-have plans.”

I frown, watching him scramble back into his clothes, “No problem, I’m sure I’ll see you around?”

He nods, not meeting my eyes as he pulls his shirt on, “Y-Yeah, see you!” he’s out the door fast enough to give me whiplash.

Did I just get smashed and dashed by Peter Parker?

/

I feel awkward about what happened with Peter, I mean I had a good time but the more I think about it it just seemed like something was off that morning. I want to apologize or something, but I don’t have his number or anything. I was hoping he’d be at the Avengers tower while I’m in today, but no such luck. I feel really bad, I had a lot of fun with him, I really did want to be friends. He just really doesn’t seem like the type to hit it and quit it so I really feel like I did something wrong…

“Oh hey kid,” Bucky breaks my train of thought and draws my attention away from the papers I was looking over, “What are you up to?” “Looking over some of my dad's old suit plans,” I hum, “What about you?”

“After mission snack,” he smiles as he opens the fridge, “Peter and Wanda were right behind me.”

My eyes widen and I look right to the door, waiting for them to enter and debating what I should do. I guess just ask him to talk?

He meets my eyes as soon as he enters the room, his cheeks flush instantly and he clears his throat, “Oh, hey (y/n).”

“Hey,” I smile back.

Screw that fucking Spiderman suit, he should go to jail for looking like that.

“Hi (y/n)” Wanda smiles as she walks in behind him, “How are you?”

“Good, you?”

“Starving,” she rubs her stomach with a smile, “I need a snack,” she heads right for the kitchen while Peter just stands a few feet away from me. “How was your mission?” I ask.

“Good, nothing special really,” he crosses his arms over his chest, “How have you been?”

“Good.”

How do I bring this up? I mean normally if I hook up with someone I don’t care that much about talking to them after, but I really liked hanging out with Peter at the actual party too. He’s awesome in bed, let’s not pretend he isn’t, but he’s funny too, and wicked smart. Plus he’s a lot nicer than most guys, I don’t know, I just really got along with him. I really hope I didn’t ruin things between us.

“Well I’m just gonna grab a snack too,” Peter pushes his hand through his hair, a light pink color dusting his cheeks and nose, “I’m pretty tired…”

“I bet, you should get some rest,” I cross my legs and turn back to the notes, only to spot Wanda staring at us, “What?”

She smirks, “Nothing, nothing.”

I frown, “Okay, not nothing, what is it?” “You two are just having some interesting thoughts,” she snickers.

Both Peter and I flush red while Bucky cocks his head in confusion, “What are they thinking about?”

She gets ready to speak but I’m quick to interject, “Nothing.”

“The kids were just having a little fun,” she smirks, “Come on Bucky, I think they need a little alone time.”

He went wide eyed, “You two better not try anything in here.”

“Jesus Christ we won’t!” I snap, “You two are gross!”

“Oh I’m gross?” Wanda raises a brow, “I know exactly what’s going on in that little head of yours,” she glances towards Peter, “She’s into the suit Peter.”

“Hey!” I glare at her while he blushes, “Don’t kink shame me.”

“I’m gonna go throw up,” Bucky snatches up his food on his way out. “You better leave to,” I threaten Wanda, pointing my pen at her as threateningly as I can.

She starts laughing, “Yeah I’m getting out of here before you two start getting heated,” she winks to me as she saunters out of the room, “Wrap it up this time!”

“Hey!” I snap, my cheeks flushing once more, “I have an IUD,” I try to assure Peter, who seems to be malfunctioning, “Uh, you good?”

His mouth hangs open for a minute before he speaks, “I’m really sorry about them.”

I shrug, “It’s fine. I really did want to talk to you alone though, I’m really sorry about the party.”

He knits his brow, “Why are you sorry? I had fun at the party.”

“It seemed like you regretted it,” I bite the inside of my cheek nervously.

He purses his lips and shakes his head, “I don’t regret it. I shouldn’t have left like I did though, I promise I’m not normally like that.”

“Oh,” I don’t really know what to say, “So you really just had to go?”

He averts his eyes before shaking his head, “I kinda panicked?”

“Panicked?” I chuckle, some of my nerves starting to ease out, “Why?”

“I just haven’t really done that before…” he blushed.

My jaw falls open, “Oh my God Peter I am so sorry, I had no idea. I should have asked if I was your first th-”

“No, no! Not like that, I’ve slept with people before,” he shakes his head, “It’s just always been with long term girlfriends. I just didn’t really know what to do when we got up and I panicked.”

I can’t help the small laugh that escapes from my lips, “That’s really cute Peter, and I mean what you did was fine, I was just a little disappointed I guess. I mean I had a lot of fun just hanging out too so I was kind of hoping we could have kept hanging out, but if you just wanted a one night stand that’s fine too.”

“W-Well I wanted to keep hanging out too, I guess I should have just asked,” he laughs lightly at himself, “Sorry.”

“You can make it up to me by taking me on a date sometime,” I shrug, “You know, just if you still wanted to hang out sometime.”

He goes wide eyed before clearing his throat, “Oh, um, yeah, I should do that. Do you, uh, have plans tonight?”

I shake my head, “Nope.”

“Cool, uh, would you want to go to the movies then?”

I nod eagerly, “I would love to.”

“O-Okay!” he grins ear to ear, “I’m gonna go shower though, and change! I’ll be back in ten?”

“I’ll be right here,” I smile back, “Can’t wait.”

“Me either,” he begins walking away but spins suddenly loudly declaring, “Oh!” before he spins back around. He presses a quick peck to my lips and bites his lips, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

I blush, my stomach filling with anxious butterflies, “I’ll be waiting.”

[adam-banks2024]

going to eden hall’s cotillion with adam banks

you were super nervous about the dance

it was one week away and you still didn’t have anyone to go with

at this point you thought you’d have to go alone

and you were excited

this was gonna be different than anything that you’ve ever went to before

yeah, you went to prom when you were a sophomore at a smaller school, and you went to winter formal in january, but you had never gone to anything as fancy as this before

you didn’t even know what it was at first

big thank you to google

as soon as you learned that it was a “fancy french dance” as russ put it, you started picking up more hours at your part time job

you didn’t need anything super extravagant or expensive, but you wanted to look nice and feel pretty

you talked to charlie about it almost everyday, and he seemed as excited about it as you

“i think i’m gonna ask lisa”

“what kinda tux should i get?”

“what kinda flowers do girls like?”

yada yada

you helped him with everything, of course

and he helped you pick out a dress, and a corsage, the whole shabang

and so the only thing left was to get a date

easy right

haha

laugh out louddddd

no.

but charlie was optimistic

he knew that you liked someone, but he didn’t know who it was

julie and connie didn’t even know so he knew there was no hope trying to find out

so you collectively agreed to find someone to go with as friends

you talked to ken first

made a really nice poster board, and made some ice skating puns

he looked super happy, and he laughed the whole time you were embarrassing yourself with your cheesy poster

he said thanks

but apparently...

he was

going with

A SENIOR GIRL

like damn ken okay

i see u

so you were upset

but kinda proud of him

so that meant it was on to the next person

russ? maybe

yeah

he’s be funny, plus it wouldn’t be awkward with him

so you get him some candy instead of a poster board, and walked up to him during lunch

“thanks, but averman, goldberg, and i are going together. kind of like a bachelors thing, yknow?”

you sighed

that takes out one more person

who else who else

DWAYNE

you could ask dwayne, and he’d be a gentleman, and you’d have an amazing time

you ditched the candy, borrowed a cowboy hat, and gave him a sunflower and asked him

he thought the gesture was sweet, and he was obsessed with the flower

“i think i’ll name him bob”

bless his heart

But He Said He Was Already Going With A Girl From A Different School.

cool. cool. cool

fulton! he’s chill!

you’d probably have a comfortable night with him and still have a good time

you game him a card with a hockey puck on it, with some cheesy saying about hitting hockey pucks too hard

you didn’t know

this was like the umpteenth guy you asked

he laughed at the gesture and thanked you for the card

“sorry y/n, but i’m going with portman. date night yknow?”

*sigh*

you understood

because let’s be honest that’s cute

but now that rules everyone out

except for him

but no because you’ve seen a million girls ask him

so you figured it’d be best if you went alone

you even considered going with julie but she’s going with scooter

IGHHSKABDVEIEJTBBRBE

why is this so harrrd

“i could talk to adam?”

charlie kept insisting

you kept saying no because you didn’t want a pity date

“i can just meet you all there”

that sounded a lot less sad in your head

“just ask him tomorrow, please?”

fine.

you decided that you’d ask him

on friday

“y/N tHaTs ThE dAy BeFoRe ThE DaNcE”

itll be fine

except it wasn’t fine

you worked your ass off the whole week leading up to friday

you worked everyday, you had exams all week, and you still had hockey practice

you were dead by friday

sweats to class, energy drink in hand, bags under your eyes

and your slippers

you had zero cares today

then you remEMBERED

charlie would absolutely murder you if you didn’t end up asking

so you said screw it (:

you and adam saw each other every day during 5th hour because you both had a free period then

you guys usually hung out and giggled like little kids

but that’s usually where it ended

if he saw you in the halls he would lend a nod, but that’s about the extent of things

so you thought hey, just ask him then

aha. he did a double take when he saw you walk in the library

“are you feeling okay?”

“yeah just tired. working like hell for this stupid cotillion”

he just looked confused

“not everyone has money to burn, cake eater”

he looked embarrassed now

shit

“nono, i didn’t mean it like that. i- i’m just tired”

he shook his head as he smiled and gestures for you to sit down

uh oh

now is the time

where you have to say the thing

nonono

“hey so,...uh!”

“yep?”

why does he lOOK SO GOOD

“so i asked, like, almost everyone...”

great now you sound pathetic

“...and they’ve just been busy so it’s cool...”

you’re just digging yourself deeper

“...but i still don’t have a date to the cotillion, so... would you— wanna go?”

he sat in silence for a moment

so you’re just gonna take that as a no

“what, no poster board, or candies, or sentimental cards?

w h a t

“you mean you saw all that?”

“kinda, yeah”

“o h”

now you didn’t know what to say. you just felt bad

“but yes. i’d love to go”

you did it.

he said yes?!

bet

YOU GUYS HAD SO MUCH FUN

he took you out to a nice restaurant

complimented your dress

your hair

your face

yes your face

AHHHHH this boy

and he actually danced with you?

some songs he knew came on and you were just jumping up and down in the middle of the dance floor

you guys even...

slowdanced

gasp

he was an awkward distance from you, not wanting to overstep your boundaries

but you pulled him closer

and he thought it was nice :)))))

at the end of the night you two were beat

he even walked you back to your dorm room which was in a building opposite than his was :,)

“well, it’s been an amazing night. and now i get to walk across campus”

and then

then you

INVITED HIM INTO YOUR DORM?

wtf

so yeah

he seemed giddy

and you offered him some sleeping clothes

and you slept on separate sides of the bed

and then you got a little closer

and then a little more closer...

and then y’all were cuddling

need i say more?

so yeah, it was just a really nice night for you two :))))

[thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis]

Tricked Into It (Greg Gerwitz x Reader)

Word Count: 1,957

Pairing: Greg Gerwitz aka Mouse x Reader

Summary: Ever since your last breakup with someone who cheated and abused the love you had for them, you have been wary of dating. And it doesn’t help when your friend Kim Burgess won’t stop pestering you about some cute techie guy at the 21st District.

Warnings: talk of bad relationship (cheating, emotional abuse, PTSD from the relationship), descriptions of what might be an anxiety attack (I described feeling anxious but it ended up bordering on what could have almost been an attack.)

A/N: So I am working on a Kelly Severide Imagine, but I’m a but stuck on it so I came up with the idea that I take the last imagine I wrote, the other Mouse Imagine and make it into a little series of one shots, mainly cause I wanted to explore the relationship of Mouse and this librarian!reader. So this is a sort of prequel to the first Mouse imagine, how they first met which is talked about in the other imagine.

HERE is the first Librarian!Reader fic if you want to check it out!!

If you want to be added to my tags, just ASK!!

“Kim, I swear to god!”

You slammed your book shut with a snap and looked up at the Chicago police officer, aka Kim Burgess aka your best friend, in front of you. She looked almost as annoyed as you felt, rolling her eyes and sitting down on your couch across you in your reading chair. Kim had come over after her shift at the 21st District ended, and only after a couple of minutes of peace, Kim started up on her latest crusade; your love life.

“Y/N...”

“No! I get that you care, believe me, but I don’t need you trying to set me up with someone.” You said with a heavy sigh. 

Kim scooted closer to you and leaned forward, trying to catch your eye which was avoiding hers, “Hey,” She paused and waited for you to look her in the eye, “I just want you to be happy. And I think this guy is a good match for you. Much better than -”

“Don’t say their name.”

“...Fine. But Mouse is so your type!”

You were about to start arguing again when her words actually registered into your head, “His name is Mouse? There is no way that this cop’s name is Mouse.”

“Okay one, he isn’t a cop. He is a tech expert that works with Intelligence, a civilian hired by the unit and the department. And two, Mouse is just what everyone calls him, its a nickname from when he was younger.” Kim explained.

“Tech guy?” 

“Yeah, crazy smart when it comes to hacking and stuff like that. He got the job after hacking into Voight’s cell phone in like a couple of seconds. And he was in the Rangers with Jay, plus he is pretty funny and cute.”

You looked away from Kim as you thought it through. Clearly Kim was just looking out for you, but there was no way this guy, this super-smart-tech-genius-ex-ranger, could ever be interested in someone like you. You were just a simple librarian at Chicago Public Library, living alone aside from your cat companion, Geraldine. You hadn’t done anything extraordinary with your life, and as your thought process started to spiral in an anxious tizzy, you started to shake your head.

“No, no I can’t see this guy. He wouldn’t want to get stuck with some boring librarian.” You said, your body shrinking in on itself as your self confidence crumbled. All the comments your ex significant other made to you while you were still dating came popping up into your mind one after the other after the other. Comments on your weight, your looks, how you were boring and that was why they stepped out and cheated on you any chance they could. Tears were misting in your eyes and you tried blinking them away, not wanting to cry in front of Kim.

“Y/N-”

“I mean it Kim. Drop it.”

Kim looked you over and saw how you had retreated into yourself, clearly looking uncomfortable with the topic. That’s when she sighed and nodded, forcing a small smile on her face, “Okay.”

                                                        ---

A week has passed since the confrontation with Kim about that techie guy, and you were slowly trying to purge the whole instance from your head and get back to your quiet life. Every once in a while, the conversation would slide to the forefront of your mind, along with your anxiety-fueled spiral about your ex, and you would try and shake away the ordeal. It had made you feel small and disgusting thinking about your ex and how your self worth was diminished because of them, and you never wanted to go back to that place again. Even if that meant never being in another relationship again.

On Friday, you had gotten a text from Kim around midday about having a girl’s night and heading out to have a drink at Molly’s, this pub which had become pretty popular with the cops of the Intelligence Unit. You had been once before, and one of the owners, Gabbie Dawson, was really nice to you when Kim introduced her. So you agreed, excited to go out and hang out with Kim. 

Once you got out of work around 6, you got back to your small one bedroom apartment and fed Geraldine before retreating to your room to figure out what to wear. You settled on a pair of slender black pants and a long sleeved dark green blouse matched with a pair of green heels. Once you showered, dried and got your hair the exact way you like it, added a little makeup and got dressed, it was time to head out and meet Kim at Molly’s. You drove to the neighborhood where the pub was, some cars already lining the streets letting you know that Molly’s would probably be busy.

You parked, and hurried to get inside, pulling your winter coat around you a litter tighter as a gust of wind tried to chill you to the bone. The November night air was lung chilling and while you weren’t dressed like those young twenty-somethings with short dresses and no coats, you still did not want to waste another second with the wind chill. Once you got in, you saw that your assumption about the pub being busy was right, many people scattered around the bar, others in groups were seated or standing next to tables against the other wall. You looked around, trying to catch Kim’s face in the crowd but having trouble with how crowded. You pealed off your coat and made your way to the bar where you saw an older man behind the counter, cleaning off a glass. 

“Excuse me?” You said, slipping into the space in front of the bar, and accidentally grazing your arm against the guy sitting down to your right, “Oh sorry.” You said quickly to the guy, not really looking in his direction so you didn’t notice when he started staring at you in awe.

“What can I get ya?” The older man said as he put the glass down and gave you his full attention.

“I know this is probably a long shot, but my friend comes to this bar a lot and I was just wondering if you’ve seen her tonight? Kim Burgess?”

“Ah! I know Burgess. From the 21st District?”

“Yeah! Yes, that’s her.”

The man smiled before turning around and grabbing something from behind the bar and then turned back to you, “I haven’t seen her, but she called about 5 minutes ago saying that her friend would be stopping by tonight. She also said to get her a vodka cranberry on her and to give her this.”

He handed you a napkin and then turned away, most likely to get your drink ready. You looked down at the napkin with a rough note written on it, reading out loud the note, “Hey, something came up super last minute, have a drink on me and enjoy the night. Sorry, --Kim.”

“Sorry about that, kid.” The man said as he returned with your drink, giving you a warm smile that also had a hint of pity in it. 

“No problem. It’s not your fault.”

With one more smile he headed towards the other end of the bar, leaving you with your drink. You let out a sigh and brought the drink to your lips, trying to figure out what you were going to do next when a voice from next to you started speaking.

“You’re friends with Burgess?”

Looking over, it was the guy you had apologized to earlier. Now that you weren’t in a rush to find Kim, you got a good look at him. He had brown hair, you could almost consider it floppy-like if it didn’t also have a clean-cut feel to it. The man’s eyes were bright blue, and they looked at you with a mix of intrigue and surprise. He was wearing a blue button-up which matched his eyes, the first few buttons undone.

“Yeah, do you know her?” You asked. He nodded and looked down to his beer bottle, his fingers anxiously playing with the paper label.

“I-I work with her at the district.” He explained. “Are you one of her flight attendant friends?”

“No, god no. I’m a librarian at the Chicago Public Library.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“You don’t have to lie. I know it’s boring..”

“No! I genuinely think it’s cool. I-I mean I’m not a huge book guy myself but-but I did read a lot of Shakespeare in school and that was really cool, especially the-the one about the guy who dressed as a woman to hide from a mob or something and everyone thought he was a witch?” The guy rambled, his face flushing as he tried to save himself. You smirked at the clumsiness of his words and took a drink of your cocktail.

“The Merry Wives of Windsor?” You offered, and the guy snapped at the name.

“Yeah, yeah. The whole play now that I think about it went over my head at 16. But I was too interested in the Blackhawks and code. Like-Like the game that happened the other night, I was invested until that left winger from the Rangers totally checked Hartman and they put-”

“Hartman in the penalty box! Yes!! With only 3 minutes left on the clock and the take out the best right winger on the ice.” You jumped in, a smile growing on your face as the topic of hockey came up. “If he was still playing the Blackhawks would have got at least 2 more points and would have won instead of losing to the worst team in the league.”

The guy sputtered his drink and starts laughing, and immediately think its cause you had embarrassed yourself and he was laughing at you, not what you said. That was until he smiled at you and nodded his head. 

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

You felt a small fluttering in you chest when he smiled, something about him not making you nervous or anxious which was a change. With a smile on your own face, you put your hand out to him, “I’m Y/N by the way. Y/N L/N.”

“Greg Gerwitz.” Greg took your hand and shook it, lingering for a couple extra seconds before pulling away. “Or you can call me Mouse.”

You froze as he said that, your eyes widening in shock. He seemed to see your reaction and frowned, “Or not?”

“No, sorry.” You said quickly, trying to recover. “It-Its just that Burgess has been trying to set me up with you for the last few weeks.”

“Wait...oh! You’re that librarian! Burgess has been telling me about you too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, says how you are the best person ever and that I would like you the minute we met.” He chuckled. Greg smirked and turned more towards you, “And she wasn’t wrong.”

You flushed, feeling the heat of your blush against your cheeks as his smirk widened. It was quiet between the two of you as the pub continued with it’s noise like it wasn’t watching the start of something amazing. Greg then spoke up, getting your attention again, “Hey, I know this might seem fast but I really like talking to you.”

“I really like talking to you too.”

“Really?” He asked, his face getting red again as his smirk melted away into a nervous smile, “Well, what would you say about a date? Maybe the Blackhawks game tomorrow?”

It took quicker than you thought, but all your anxiety from the week before seemed like a long lost bad dream and you just wanted to spend some time with Greg Gerwitz.

“I would love to.”

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