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josnhoes · 9 months

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I would love to see if reader had a crush on someone, like she was madly in love and yandere Jason Todd, Yandere Damian Wayne, and Yandere Tim Drake found out. (Maybe yandere dicks reaction as an extra)

I'm going to assume this is in the young adult reader verse. So platonic (though since you said she I will use fem pronouns), if you wish for a romantic yandere separate from that verse let me know.

Note to readers this is a side story to the young adult reader story. It is not directly canon due to the use of gender.

Warning: Fem reader, yandere, murder mentions, obsession, over protective,

Jason knew his Sparky had a lot of love to give, and he figured eventually you'd end up in love. Granted, he'd figured since you never were outside of the manor without someone at your side that you wouldn't get a chance to. Oh boy, was he wrong.

The person in question was some rich kid who attended almost every gala or party due to their parent's part in the various charities Bruce ran. He knew because he'd tried to get Bruce to stop inviting them just so this blooming romance would fade. Yes, he was a romantic at heart, but he couldn't agree to *you* being the one involved in romance. You were too young and naive.

Since he couldn't get them uninvited and his siblings were failing as your guards and keepers, it looked like he'd have to step in. Jason had learned that despite Bruce's moral high ground of no murder that whenever the Wayne princess was involved murder was sanctioned. It was the only exception Bruce made. Usually he'd be pissed someone was more worthy of being killed for by Bruce, hadn't Jason been worthy of vengeance? But his baby sister was someone he saw as worth killing for too so Bruce got a pass...this time.

If he were a more patient man, he'd have dragged Tim in on this; but he wanted this budding romance gone. So he took care of it. You'd mourn, probably have a few breakdowns, but you didn't need to know it was him. Gotham *was* dangerous. After all, it could have been anyone who shot them.

Damian was somehow the most protective of the brothers; which said a lot since the entire family was willing to kill for you. But Damian was the one willing to torture for you. But for his devotion, he expected you to give him attention. Ideally, he'd be the focus of your attention, but he realized he had to share with his family.

That being said, anyone outside of the family he absolutely refused to let you give them even an ounce of your attention. Exceptions were people like doctors or therapists. As your brother, he wanted you to be healthy after all. Still when your attention wavered from the family to some budding socialite from the Galas he was enraged.

Not at you, he realized as a human on so sheltered his darling sister would naturally crave bonds with others. Romantic ones were inevitable; and maybe some day when you were older and it was someone he could approve of he would have let it continue. This was not that. This was an unknown; one who would put you in more danger.

He debated what to do about this problem. Clearly he had to keep you both apart. Tripling his hovering in galas and the rare occasions you left the manor. But that wasn't enough for him. Damian knew a proper threat and maybe some light torture would scare them away from you, the only question was did he do it in his old league uniform or as Robin.

The league of shadows garb would ensure the continued positive image of the vigilantes, but the Robin costume would make people second guess the socialite and their sanity. Well he'd hoped so, then again he *was* known as the stabby Robin. League gear it was.

No matter your feelings for this person, Damian knew you'd get over them. You had him. You didn't truly need anyone else.

Tim was all for giving you online freedom. Or an illusion of it anyway. Everything you did was monitored, and any attempt to lash out and try and call for help was prevented by your device's new program. But you hadn't even tried that in months; he'd figured you'd finally stopped trying to rebel, but that wouldn't gain you any extra freedom.

Your emotional attachment to the new person was worrisome. The socialite had approached you and charmed you at an event when Dick was supposed to be watching you. From there, a small romance began budding online. A fact that was loathed by Tim. As your big brother he had to protect your honor.

He was saving physical retaliation for a last ditch option. Instead, he'd planned a mind game. Hacked phones and social media leaking the socialite's secrets. Bank accounts being flagged. Even forging a few criminal charges. Every bit of their life was going to suffer.

Some would say that was more cruel than simply physically handling them, but Tim knew those kind of things were far longer lasting. You would see the worst in them, and if that didn't keep you apart, then the way their life would burn would keep them too busy for you.

If all of that failed, Tim had no problem making them disappear.

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buckysmith · 1 year

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Some Halloween Headcanons cause I’m a sucker for it

Autobots / Decepticons: Halloween with their human s/o

Optimus Prime:

- He doesn't quite understand what Halloween is or at least how a old tradition turned into candy hunting

- He isn't the bot for trick and treat hunting, nor a party bot so he would like to stay as far away from party's as he possible can.

- He knows you like Halloween a lot especially the horror movies you forced him to watch with you.

- He doesn't like it. Not even a bit, but for you, he hop over his own shadow and at least act like he likes the movie.

He can't really go to human party's since he's a somehow 30 feet height bot, but if he has a holoform- He knows he can't escape you nor the costumes you picked for him and yourself.

- He doesn't like crowded rooms, he's more on the silent side so you would dress him up as Michael Meyers and yourself as Laurie Strode (no matter your gender)

- He likes the mask tho, so nobody would see his human face nor his expressions

- It would get quite uncomfortable for him when another Micheal is in front of him, and another Laurie Strode is talking to his Laurie

- Both micheals would just look at each other in silent, but the tension is high

Ratchet:

- Candy? Human children? Loud noises and pranks? That's a no no for your robo boyfriend.

- He would stay at home, no matter what you're trying he's not gonna go outside no, especially cause he knows there clowns outside.

- He hates clowns, he can't deal with such a happiness all the time, with their noisy ass noses and with their way to large shoes and their hair. Nah, he would rather have a talk with megatron

- If you somehow get your boyfriend to use his holoform so you both could go to a party, you would definitely dress him up as a doc, it's the only thing you can get him to put on

- He hates partys and he would definitely whine about it , but for you, he would at least go two hours.

Shockwave:

- Do I have to say something other than it's not logical for him?

- Why is it called "hunting" candy? Their not hunting, they are pathetically beg at random houses to get free candy. Candy that's ruining their teeths and it's unhealthy.

- He doesn't understand your excitement for that day

- of course you would ask him to go with you to a party since he's your boyfriend.

- He would straight up tell you No, he's not gonna leave his important work to do such a nonsense as going to a party

- He wouldn't think it's logical to go a party but since your going alone and sum bagger could ask you out- No, it may be not logical for him to go to a party, but it's logical to accompany his partner.

- Ofc you knew he wouldn't let you go alone, so you bought him a outfit too and knows what? It's doctor Frankenstein

- You find it quite funny since he's somehow a doctor Frankenstein

- He wouldn't find it as funny as you do

Knockout:

- Bonnie and Clyde

- He would dress himself up as Bonnie and you would dress yourself as Clyde (no matter the gender)

- He's the only one who really likes to go out with you in his holoform to a human party, doing human stuff

- He's the one who would scare teenagers just for the fun of it

- You shouldn't leave him alone at the party, he would drink and cause he's not use to it, he would be drunk very very quick

- He would call breakdown to come and get you both home

- He would puke into breakdown the moment he starts driving and believe me, he wouldn't be amused that his now humanized friend did that to him

Soundwave:

- He isn't a talker nor does he have a face (at least he doesn't show it)

- so to pick up a Halloween costume for his holoform wouldn't be to difficult

- in his normal form he has tentacles, no face, he's slender and fucking tall ....

- You can't think of something other than that he's the perfect Slenderman

- He wouldn't protest about it tho, he wants to make you happy so to dress himself up as a faceless monster with tentacles that doesn't exists, isn't far from what he really is, a faceless monster with tentacles.

- You would dress yourself up as Jeff the killer

- He doesn't really understand why you like that day so much but he would gladly hunt sweets with you

Crosshairs:

- He doesn't like humans, at least not really (ofc besides you)

- But Halloween, Halloween is something he wouldn't want to miss

- in his Holoform he would choose to dress himself up as Scream or pennywise

- He's not only scaring teenagers, hah no. He scares the little kids and their parents too.

- He's your pain in the ass so he would want you to dress yourself in a nice maid outfit

- He would like to hunt you a bit, don't worry u can hit him if you want (drift allowed it)

- drift would try to stay as far away for both of you as he can, well every Autobot would cause together your pain the ass

Megatron:

- Grumpy mech, doesn't like such human bullshit

- No for real, he hates everything that has to deal with human except you

- Since your human, and since your his human you would have to stay by his side all the time so to have a day (well it's not a day more like a night) to dress yourself up and just enjoy other people's company would mean a lot to you, so he would allow you to go

- but ofc not without him

- But he doesn't like his Holoform, and since it's Halloween he should dress himself up, just like you.

- He would ask you what costume would fit for him and cause he doesn't want that other people see his face, you would buy him a Michael meyers costume

- He's tall, and with everything that Micheal wears, he even looks frighteningly like Micheal himself

- You would see another Michael accompanied by a Laurie Strode and because you both have the same outfit you would start a conversation with the couple, probably only with the Laurie Strode

- You ofc would notice that both michaels seemed a little uncomfortable but you wouldn't think much of it

(Unknown to both Michael that their enemy is right in front of them, accompanied by their only weaknesses)

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kdinjenzen · 4 months

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Now I'm curious WRT how 'Barbie' didn't hit for you.

I’ll say this first. If you liked the movie, I’m happy for you and I’m not here to tell you to hate the movie. I’m glad you enjoyed it and hope you continue to enjoy it.

That said… this movie was NOT for me and I did not enjoy its story at all. I loved the set design, costume design, the performances, the music, the dedication to creating the world, all that stuff was great.

The plot itself. It felt circular without actually purposefully dealing with the issues it tried to talk about.

The fact that Doctor Barbie, who is trans, is the one who is told to “go seduce Ken by telling him you feel don’t feel pretty” - as if this isn’t something that leads to violence toward trans women in the real world and also why her to be the one who doesn’t feel pretty? Wtf?

The Kens of Barbieland are basically all losers, are grossly incompetent compared to Barbie, treated poorly, and our main Ken (aka Beach Ken) has severe self worth issues… so naturally all the Kens become the villains and are able to overthrow all of Barbieland later on in the movie by doing …. they never explain how. Somehow a world full of, and built by, the most capable women ever are overthrown by like 20 dudes who they treated poorly and who aren’t very smart. Beach Ken’s root problems are only barely resolved and none of it feels meaningful.

Gloria and Sasha, the human characters who work with Barbie to fix Barbieland, are just as much caricatures and tropes as Barbie herself. Sasha, the daughter, is a mean Gen Z who just openly lashes out at Barbie (a stranger), and everyone else who is actually nice to her, for no reason. Gloria is “a sad mom who pretends to be happy” but they never explain why at all, it’s assumed that it’s because “she lives in a patriarchy”, but the only person who’s directly mean to her in the film is… her daughter.

Gloria gives a speech to each Barbie, individually, to snap them out of the Ken’s brainwashing (which like AGAIN how did that happen? It makes no sense at all and just confuses me) - the speeches are not empowering at all, they’re just about how women in the real world suffer a double standard on how to exist and SOMEHOW with all those depressing revelations thrown at them it… restores their self-confidence/self-worth and undoes the brainwashing?

Weird Barbie, whom everyone says is ugly and gross and they have violent “EW!!!” reactions to her face, is played by Kate FUCKING McKinnon. Meanwhile Stereotypical Barbie, while having an ugly cry breakdown about (again) not being pretty anymore, is played by Margot FUCKING Robbie. A fact that the movie points out as “the wrong casting choice to have this scene and cast Margot Robbie as Barbie saying she’s ugly.”

I heard so much about how it was a “queer positive movie” but there’s nothing queer about nor really in the movie. So it got to cling to the rainbow and scream “allyship” and everyone praised it for essentially doing nothing.

Everyone is like… mean? Everything feels so mean and mean spirited. It’s supposed to be very tongue in cheek, very snappy and quick, and everyone has a comeback for every situation but… it just really feels like everyone is just being mean for the sake of being mean and it makes moments where you’re supposed to feel sympathy for any character just drop immediately when they say the rudest shit ever for literally no reason.

They talk about Midge, aka the pregnant woman in the Barbie line, and then say “no don’t look at her anymore, she’s weird and creepy” … which AGAIN feels like that statement undercuts the point of women empowerment that the movie wants you to take away from watching the film?

It tries to balance jokes and seriousness in a way that undercuts the message of “society is kind fucked up and broken” that they’re trying to talk about. The “good guys” are also constantly mistreating other people, the “Barbieland bad guys” became bad by going to the real world and leaning “patriarchy”, the “Real world bad guys” literally do nothing except take up movie time for random gags and really don’t service the plot at all, and as much as it’s like “TAKE THAT MAJOR CORPORATION” at every turn… the movie was fully approved by Warner Bros Discovery AND Mattel… so it’s never actually going to say anything worthwhile about corporate greed and corruption without putting on kiddie gloves to do so.

The only person who I felt true sympathy for, understood their reasoning, and felt they deserved a happy ending was ALLAN, aka Ken’s Best Friend, who is treated equally like shit by basically everyone in the film. Allan points out that Barbieland and the Real World both kinda suck, how life is only just slightly more miserable there after the Ken’s took over, and how he just “wants to run away” and when given the chance does so, only to defend Sasha and Gloria from a bunch of Ken’s single handedly and telling them to “get out while they can”… and then is subsequently brought back to Barbieland by Sasha and Gloria to fix everything and… AGAIN none of this pays off because Allan’s purpose is dropped immediately when they get back to Barbieland. And Allan is played by MICHEAL CERA. I feel like I’m losing my mind at this point.

It feels like the movie wants to talk about the issues women face in all walks of life, but is never able to punch hard enough to make that message matter nor stick. It talks around gender issues, self worth issues, and problems in society without actually saying something real about them. The meanness of all the dialogue makes me really not care about pretty much anyone in the movie because… man I’m just so fucking tired of everything and everyone having to be “mean” in movies to prove a point.

The movie ends with a gynecologist appointment.

I dunno what to tell you. The plot is “not for me” and I didn’t really connect with anything.

The movie just made me sad and disconnected because of how much everyone praised it, saying it “made me proud to be a woman” or “it’s inventive, immaculately crafted and surprising mainstream films in recent memory - a testament to what can be achieved within even the deepest bowels of capitalism.”

And it didn’t feel like that for me at all.

Maybe it’s because of all the “that’s womanhood” talk throughout the movie. Because I’ve had so many women in power give me that speech after I came out as trans only to be abused directly by them in the same way that they said men abused them all while I was still ALSO being abused by the same men who abused them too. So like YIPPEE this fucking SUCKS and it was kinda trauma triggering!!

Maybe it’s because I’ve worked in the entertainment industry for 17+ years and know how stuff like this gets made and how many corporate approvals you need for it to make the “take THAT major corporations and CEOs!” jokes land like a dead fish on the floor. The people they are directly calling out said “yes, this level of joke at the expense of our richness and power is okay” and that’s the ONLY reason any of those moments are in the movie. So it doesn’t even really fucking matter, it’s all manufactured, it’s all there to make you feel like it’s doing something when the people with all the power just allowed it to happen. It’s not a “win” or a “heavy blow to their ego”, they literally don’t care.

So I DUNNO, this movie kinda just made me feel depressed and made me remember how badly I had been treated by people after coming out regardless of that person’s gender. The movie felt mean in a way that was too “on the nose” and real for me but then praised most of the characters for their mean actions or words.

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redhairedwolfwitch · 9 months

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Doctor Y/n - Attending Orthopedic Surgeon - 9 - Grey's Anatomy x Fem!Reader

Peeling back the duvet, you glanced down at the sleeping Allison who had snuck into the bed again whilst you asleep.

"Good morning Ally, time to get up before Luna starts her alarm call for your auntie Joey." You watched as the sleeping child began to stir from her dreamland.

///

"Joey, I'm going to get in the shower!" You declared after Owen had picked up Allison to take her and Leo to the park, bonding time for the children with Owen's mother, plus his sister Megan and her son Farouk.

Teddy was already at work, so you took your shower alone whilst Jo was up with Luna already in the kitchen when you heard the knock at the door and Jo going to answer it.

"Why are you dressed like a pigeon?"

"I'm a phoenix! Phoenix Fest!" Schmitt defended his costume, "what happened to your hair? Are you having a nervous breakdown?"

"No! I was trying to lighten my hair a few shades but I fell asleep, and Braces is in the shower after staying up with Allison who wouldn't sleep. I try to study when Luna's sleeping and Teddy and Braces have Allison and also Leo and Rory who visit now, but- help me!" Jo got louder and louder as she prepared a bottle for Luna.

"Do you have scissors?" Schmitt carefully asked, grimacing as Luna began to cry and Jo sighed.

///

"Okay, I will see you two later!" You nodded to Jo, then glancing at Luna before getting out of the car, not seeing Jo fail to follow as you headed into Grey Sloan for your shift.

"Tandem cyclists crashed. Rider in the back flew about 10 feet, she's hypotensive and presents with numbness in her legs, possible spinal fractures." Nico explained as he caught up to where you had caught up with Link.

"Swell." Link's smile was fake, reminding you of how he had turned up at the penthouse needing a place to crash after his proposal to Amelia went south.

"Might want to lose the happy face. Patient might be paralysed." Nico replied as you raised an eyebrow, realising things were probably even worse than you thought.

"I don't want to look how I feel, Nico, which is like I want to break the whole world into a million pieces and bury it so no one can find it." Link put on another fake smile as the three of you grabbed gloves.

"Maybe we should take this one then?" You offered, gesturing between yourself and Nico, the patient talking about how her wife had steered the bike into a family's day out in the park, and a nearby priest who had been visiting the duck pond.

"Y/n, her wife, Ms Correa, bed three." Winston instructed you, and as you headed over to the patient bed in question, you were glad it was you Winston sent, and not Link, as Amelia's face broke into a smile at seeing you.

"Can someone make sure that the priest is okay?"

"Priest?" Your nose crinkled in confusion, looking to Amelia for an explanation.

"They ran over a priest visiting the duck pond."

///

Nico, Link and Amelia were in the OR whilst you were in the ER, looking for anyone who could help Schmitt restore a patient's face after blasting it off with illegal fireworks, a patient who was apparently on shrooms.

It was Webber who returned with a plastics candidate who was interviewing.

"Did you pull that doctor from the interview-"

"We needed a plastics surgeon, I gave privileges." Webber replied, heading to go try to re-arrange the interview with Dr Lin, whilst you were prowling the ER for ortho cases.

///

"Y/n!" Megan Hunt spotted you almost immediately after having calmed Owen down from the fact that a priest had died after colliding with bikes that had almost hit his family, including Allison and Leo.

"Hello, Megan!" You froze for a moment before the woman pulled you into a hug.

"Come on, we're all going to the bar to raise a class for Father Christopher, and I haven't seen you in ages but Allison kept asking for her mommy and mama at the park today." Megan smiled, looking over at where Teddy was watching you both with a smile on her face.

///

Two incoming message(s)

Link: Found Jo sat in her car in the car park.

Link: She couldn't take Luna in to daycare and leave her.

One unread message

Link: What happened to Jo's hair?

Y/n: sleep deprivation and a hair lightening kit

You barely managed to type a reply to Link before Allison was in front of you, her hands on your knees wanting up.

///

"Okay I'm not going to tell you how to parent your son, but this is not going in Luna's bag. Hey, Braces, is Ally finally asleep?" Jo spotted you wrapped in a blanket, looking exhausted but you still tried to help with Link and Jo preparing the bags for Luna and Scout.

Especially since Amelia had headed to Minnesota, and Scout had decided to stop sleeping through the night.

"Teddy is dropping Leo off at Owen's, I think Scout is asleep and my job is now to try save Elsa's cape which ended up in the dishwasher? Leo's world, we just live in it." You concluded as you began to examine the remains of the cape.

"Too bad Jackson left, this cape needs plastics to restore it, and I don't think I can ship it to Boston."

///

"All of the children are at daycare, one form or another. Cody texted me a photo of Rory and everything... and Arizona just texted me a photo of Sofia, wow it's been forever since I've seen them!"

"Should we shelve the Elsa costume?" Teddy enquired, confusing you and Owen with the new conversation topic.

"What?" Owen frowned whilst you jumped to wanting an explanation.

"Why?"

"You know, put Leo in more t-shirts and jeans? Just, is that the right parenting move?" Teddy asked, glancing between you and Owen, before reaching for your hand as she noticed you shift nervously.

"Did something happen?" Owen enquired but Teddy shook it off.

"None of the other kids at daycare are wearing costumes, so I just..."

"I think Leo should decide what Leo wants to wear. I didn't have much growing up, clothes especially. Costumes of characters never happened, so I think... I am being called." You headed out as the scans were up for Owen and Teddy's patient.

///

Amelia calling you from Minnesota took you by surprise as you headed into the Residents Olympics, sitting with Jo and Link.

"I found a strawberry in my patient."

"Back in med school, I found a yam." Link added, eating more crisps before putting bets on the residents.

"Brussel sprouts. Plural." You added in, making Jo and Link look at you in shock.

///

"Look at you two, breaking rules and saving lives. Too bad I prefer Teddy with Y/n than my own brother." Megan Hunt sassed as Owen looked offended and Teddy tried not to laugh.

You were completely in the dark about their patient, and the actions that would follow everything.

///

Your phone buzzed with an email, opening your phone to see Callie had sent you a research article to read. You barely had time to open it as Jo sent a message to you.

Joey: please hurry home, Link is singing depressing lullabies

"I'm worried, I want Leo to be okay in the world, what if-"

"What if we let him be himself?" Owen suggested, smiling as he spotted you sat on the floor of the daycare, helping Leo put on Elsa's cape.

"I'm worried that the world won't be kind. I'm worried that it will be hard. I'm worried that people will be cruel." Teddy confessed, her eyes lingering on where you were grinning and singing Let It Go with Leo and Allison.

"Maybe they will be. Y/n has seen more hardship and cruelty as a child than any child should, but despite my first judgements, S/n is great with the kids. Leo's happy, let's just let him be happy, okay?" Owen suggested, smiling as Leo spotted them both and made a beeline, whilst you pushed the pushchair that Allison had been put in.

"Let's get you all home." You barely heard what Owen said as Teddy walked over to you, holding Leo in her arms but leaning in to kiss your cheek.

"Hi, love. How was your day?"

///

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zorilleerrant · 9 months

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Bernard knows he’s muttering to himself the kind of monologue that would be annoying to watch in a movie, something incoherent with a lot of nos mixed in, something that wouldn’t be at all helpful if he actually had to communicate with Tim, but he doesn’t have to communicate with Tim, and that’s the problem. He could say whatever he wanted to right now, and Tim wouldn’t give a single fuck. He could confess his love, or break up, or tell him about fucking up the oven, or say his neighbors are spying on him, or claim Wendy wasn’t even that good of a show. He could he tell Tim he knew he was Robin and it wouldn’t make a difference.

Like, of course he knows Tim is Robin. He has to, in order to be having this breakdown with his boyfriend’s body limp in his arms, covered in blood. Bernard can’t find the source of the blood. And if he doesn’t know where it’s coming from, how is he going to be able to stop it?

He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be doing this himself, not when the hospital is so close, and so – and so what? He can dress Tim in his own clothes, peel the costume away and say he found him like this, a mugging, the kind of thing that happens when someone steps out for fresh air at three in the morning in Gotham. They’d believe him. And what is he supposed to do, stitch Tim up right here? He has a normal first aid kit, he has over the counter painkillers. But he has Tim’s clothes, and he’s used to undressing and redressing unconscious people, that’s a skill he has.

But there are scars all over, scars that stood out at first, and then made sense, and then he didn’t even notice them unless he was looking, but he’s looking now, because what is a hospital going to say about that? But the doctors must know, right, because he’s been there before, he’s gotten – fuck, he got shot and they had to do surgery and now he’s going in again? They’re going to ask about his injuries, and about his scars, and about his history, and about Bernard, and who knows whether Tim wants all that?

He wishes he’d brought this up before. Bernard could take Tim… who knows where. Bruce must know where. Several of his kids are vigilantes, and it’s not like he could be totally uninvolved in that side of Tim’s life. Or, with Bernard’s luck, he is, and he’d be fucked either way. He thinks there was a doctor. There must be one, with all the shit they go through. He didn’t think to get the name, though, not before Tim came stumbling into his apartment, passing out cold in the fucking Robin suit, and Tim doesn’t know what to fucking do.

Tim’s phone is in his hand, and the weight is familiar, the scuff marks along the side, but the screen doesn’t show anything he’s used to, icons changed and names… fuck, these are all vigilantes. There’s no ICE number like there is on Tim’s phone when it’s not in whatever this mode is, but Bernard’s seen it, he remembers. It’s Dick’s number, because he always says he thinks they wouldn’t call Bruce Wayne, no matter how dire it was.

And Dick is Nightwing, he thinks. Pretty sure. Pretty sure because the timing works out, if you look at the timeline a little too hard, the way it doesn’t for any of the rest of them. Dick is either Nightwing or Red Hood, and it’s hard to tell because they’re the same size and they do the same kind of flip that Dick does when he’s showing off, but Bernard’s pretty sure he’s Nightwing because Nightwing’s been around longer. More attached to Gotham, probably.

He wishes he could wake Tim up and ask.

Instead he hits the logo and sets the phone on speaker, and at least that much of the shape of it is familiar, at least whatever system it’s operating on now is designed to be convenient to someone who was already using Wayne Tech. WayneTech. Of course. That’s how Bruce fits into all of this, and Bernard wishes he could disable the superhero mode somehow, because of course there’d have to be a way to do it, to put it back, but it probably requires Tim’s voiceprint or his eyes, and his eyes are too dilated and one is filling with blood and it’s not going to work for a scan even if Bernard could pry them open.

Bruce’s number might be on here, but it isn’t anywhere he can find, and he wishes it were, because he would be willing to call Bruce the way the hospital wouldn’t, because he knows Tim and he believes him, even when he says he isn’t Robin. He isn’t Robin when he’s with Bernard, he lets himself be Tim, so it isn’t even totally a lie. Nightwing is on speaker and Bernard is peeling off Tim’s suit and everything is covered in blood, even the new clean clothes he pulled out of his drawers and he can’t see because he’s starting to cry.

“Robin?” Nightwing says, again, for what might be the second time or the hundredth, but he’s clearly starting to get worried, and he should be, because Robin isn’t even here to answer, only Bernard, and fat lot of good that does.

“Tim’s hurt,” Bernard says, and thinks maybe he should’ve said Robin, or maybe he should’ve explained, or maybe he should say who he is, but he can’t get more than a few words out and even they sound choked, thick and full of spit and he has to clear his throat before he can say, “I’ve got him changed, but you can drive me to the hospital faster than the ambulance will get here.”

He’s guessing. Probably it’s true, because Dick has speeding tickets out the wazoo and he’s sort of known, in the tabloids, for loving reckless driving and showing off his far too expensive cars. The ones he crashes frequently, purportedly, even though Bernard notices more and more he's never seen pictures of the cars, only the injuries. So if he’s close enough, he can drive here, and then – Bernard doesn’t know what, then. All he knows is that he’s got to get Tim dressed before Dick gets here to pick him up, and then there’s a knock at the door.

He’s going to get up to get it. He plans to, at least, but by the time Bernard is standing, soaked through the entire leg in blood, both legs, both sleeves – the door is open and he has some distant memory of metal scrabbling, like Dick had a key, except Dick didn’t have a key, but he’s in here now, and worried, and carrying Tim like he weighs absolutely nothing, hurrying out to the car without even asking Bernard along.

Bernard follows. He follows quickly, because he needs to be there, and he slips into the back seat where Dick is laying out the bloody Robin, and Bernard takes Tim’s head in his lap and just holds him. They don’t talk. It’s a normal car and Dick’s in normal clothes, and it’s possible he wasn’t even patrolling at all because Nightwing patrols more at dusk than in the middle of the night, but he doesn’t even ask how Bernard knows, or what Bernard knows, or anything that might keep him from hyperventilating, which he is, which he does until Tim’s out of his hands and into the doctors’ and then Dick has him by the shoulders and is saying something to him over and over again.

He’s aware, sort of, that Dick picked Tim up, gently, cradling him in both arms, smearing blood over his arms and chest, and brought him inside, and that someone came by with a stretcher before they were even in the door, and that Bernard himself was trailing after them like a lost lamb and then Dick has him by the shoulders and he doesn’t know what he’s saying.

“Breathe, Bernard,” Dick says, again, again and again, “Tim’s fine. He’s going to be fine. They’re going to fix him up and it’s going to be fine.” It sounds like something Dick’s said a lot before. Bernard’s not sure whether to believe it. He’s not sure whether Dick even believes it.

“He’s hurt,” Bernard says, finally. Wails, really. He’s not sure his voice is at a pitch that can still be heard by human ears, and his words are definitely too gummed up to be intelligible, but still Dick pulls him into a hug, and repeats those stupid words he’s been saying all along, that he’s probably going to continue saying forever because he doesn’t know Bernard well enough to know what comforts him, and whatever it is isn’t crying into a shirt the scent of drying blood.

There’s so much blood on both of them. Tim shouldn’t have that much blood. Or he should, but it should still be inside him, where it keeps him whole, and Bernard’s saying this out loud, and Dick keeps shushing him, and for fuck’s sake how can it possibly be helpful that someone he barely even knows has arms around him, saying reassurances he probably says to every rando on the street. Bernard needs to get ahold of himself.

Tim is Robin, and Dick is Nightwing, and Bernard knows that because he called Nightwing and Dick showed up, and now Bernard is, he doesn’t know, some sort of resource. Some sort of support like whatever Oracle is, except Bernard is human and not a robotic alien consciousness, and actual fucking Nightwing is trying to tell him everything is going to be okay. Except it’s not as believable, when he’s not wearing his suit, because everything sounds more true when a superhero says it.

He’s still a superhero. Bernard has to tell himself that, because if Nightwing isn’t here to save Tim, then who’s here to save Tim? If a superhero is here, even if he’s wasting time trying to get Bernard to stop hiccupping, then there’s hope that everything can be fixed, all the terrible things fought off, and Bernard struggling to wash Tim’s blood off his hands in the tiny sink in this little room that he doesn’t even know what it’s for. It’s not a waiting room. There are chairs, but they’re too mismatched and rickety to be there for the patients or everyone waiting on the patients to come home. Someone’s juice box is sitting there, but there’s no one next to it. Dick is wearing scrubs. Bernard is wearing scrubs, too, but he barely remembers changing into them.

He thinks they might be in an employee lounge, some kind of break room, except that doesn’t sound right because it’s so fucking small and claustrophobic, there are no windows anywhere and the lights are too dim. It’s so small that Dick is speaking softly now, trying not to scare him away, patting a raggedy couch that looks like it used to be a better color than that, and Bernard goes to sit next to him. To cry into his shoulder for real, and not just because he’s tearing up from the smell of blood. It’s softer now, warm and dry, and, because they’re sitting, Dick can tuck his chin against the top of Bernard’s head. It feels reflexively, like it’s something he does all the time to other people. To Tim, probably.

Tim’s going to be fine.

#look i said something #my writing #fanfic #batman #timber week 2023 #this is in an au where Dickie lives in the manor. why? I don't know I just like having him there

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latveriansnailmail · 9 months

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Have I nattered about this here?

I was watching Captain America: Civil War recently and the breakdown of the two teams struck me. The pro-registration side has a breadth of abilities, check it out:

We've got Iron Man: genius in a weaponized flying suit of armor; War Machine: spare Iron Man with more firepower; Black Panther: genius physically enhanced fighter in a Vibranium suit; Black Widow: super-spy fighter with some tech tricks up her sleeve; Vision: high strength, flight, phasing, solar blasts, computer mind; Spider-man: spider agility, spider strength, spider webs, spider sense.

A very diversified portfolio. Now compare that to the anti-registration side:

It's mostly fighters. We've got: Captain America: fighter, physically enhanced with Vibranium shield; Winter Soldier: fighter, physically enhanced with cyborg arm; Hawkeye: fighter, human, ranged expert with trick arrows; Falcon: fighter, human, flight suit (bird costume!?!) Ant Man: here we get away from the fighters and have a size-changing thief, not over-the-top powerful... ...and then the Scarlet Witch, who can do goddamned ANYTHING

Seriously, pro team moved their sliders all over the place while anti team put all their points into one character! It's like side one is the Justice League and side two is the Disciples and Jesus! Yeah, they've got eleven fishermen and one doctor but their ringer is the incarnation of God Almighty!

#marvel #mcu #captain america #captain america civil war #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch

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Sibi, have you ever written something that surprised you or took the story in a direction you didn't expect?

Mhhm I can't really say, because I'm generally the type of writer that has no idea how a story should go and who goes with the flow. So all of my stories are created with the flow rather than a clear structure.

HOWEVER I can tell you that it happens very often that I write a version of a story, which I completely rewrite again because I didn't like how it developed.

There are five different versions of Purple Rain, including the offical one. The four other versions, till this day, still give me physical pain thinking about them. In one version Tae and OC end up together while Jungkook leaves her for good never to return. I managed to write their "it's officially over" break up scene around a quarter in and then broke down in ugly tears because I didn't want Kook and OC to break up HAHAHAH so that version definitely took a turn I didn't want. THERE IS also a version where Tae and OC got together during those three months, but then OC wants to go back to Koo again and Tae leaves for good after attacking Jungkook with a knife to the point of Kook needing stitches and threatening OC to cut her with a knife after breaking into her house, which left me sitting there like "bro wtf" which then made me scratch that idea entirely HAHAHA AND okay besties Purple Rain was a joruney, because there is yet another version where Tae and OC got together and Kook got so jealous that he punched Tae's face in to the point of HIM needing stitches and then pressing OC against the wall by her throat after HE broke into her home (bruh the drama) which made him realise how fucked up he is and then he leaves without leaving a trace and OC is left broken hearted. AND another version where OC and Tae got together and Kook got so upset about it that he left for good again, but in the process OC got so upset about being left by Kook that Tae left as well because he didn't want to feel like "the second choice" all the time. BESTIES Purple Rain physically pains me just thinking about the journey I had to take to get there HAFHADJF imagine if I went with any of those routes. Fucking OGC would have never happened. BRUH THE PAIN

AND FOR SANGUIS ALPHA THERE IS A VERSION WHERE TAEHYUNG IS THE ONE TRUE VILLAIN WHO WAS THE ONE TORTURING OC AND KOOK WITH JIMIN'S HELP (and in that version Kook cums from her smell but I decided to scratch that cause I was a lil pussy back then and I was scared people would call me cruel for writing that fjadsjf) AND OC FINDS OUT AFTER SHE ACCIDENTALLY RUNS INTO HIS CLOSET AND SEES THE PLAGUE DOCTOR COSTUME AND THEN TAE IS SUDDENLY BEHIND HER WITH A DARK SMIRK GOING "SO YOU FOUND OUT. I SUGGEST YOU RUN IF YOU WANT TO LIVE" WHICH THEN ENDS IN HIM AND JIMIN HUNTING HER BUT THEN YOONGI COMes and saves her but too late and his blood turns her into a vampire and she has like a major mental breakdown about it and takes out her anger on Yoongi (they fuck violently in a cave while she keeps biting him and sucking his blood) AND THEN IN THE END SHE JOINS THEM DURING THAT ONE FIGHT WHERE IN THE ORIGINAL STORY JIMIN DIES BUT DURING THAT FIGHT JIMIN LIVES AND OC KILLS TAE besties. BESTIES The Sanguis universe could have taken such a different route if only I chose to go with this version fajdfjadj

I have so many behind the scenes stories about alternative storylines besties, you have no idea hahahah

#anon #asks #come talk to me

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Thirteenth Doctor's in Power of the Doctor || Costume Breakdown

Costume breakdown:

- Tenth Doctor’s Tie (Giorgio Armani)

- Seventh Doctor's Sweater (Lovarzi)

- Navy Plaid Pants

- Eleventh Doctor’s Boots (All Saints Layer Boots)

- Fifth Doctor’s Celery (Abbyshot)

- Twelfth Doctor’s Shirt (spearpoint shirt)

- Thirteenth Doctor’s Coat (Her Universe)

- Fourth Doctor's Scarf (Lovarzi?)

Notes:

Was bored so I did a breakdown of the Thirteenth Doctor's costume that Jodie (and Sacha) wore in the story 'Power of the Doctor'. Just something to note, majority of these items can no longer being sold from the original source.

Majority of the costume elements differed in colour from the costume pieces they reference. These range from the lighter coloured wool in the question mark vest and the scarf.

This can be attributed to being sourced from other places like Lovarzi. They sell the jumper in a strangely lighter shade compared to the original. But interestingly, in the instance where Lovarzi does have accurate colours, they used a different one (maybe to offset the lighter coloured vest?).

Something else to note is that the pants of the costume looks to be referencing different Doctors(?). You could say it was a reference to the Second Doctor or the Twelfth's but the larger rectangle pattern looks closer to the Seventh Doctor's. I'd just call it somewhat of a remix of them.

For the Twelfth Doctor's shirt, it's called a spearpoint shirt (Pointy collar). A version of this shirt can be found on an Etsy listing as "Men's Spearpoint and Tab Collar Brand White 1960s Shirt White Cotton" which is sold by "FashionPointIN". This one has the buttoned cuffs (which can be undone and unfolded which is shown in the costume), something to note is that the one in the listing also has a buttoned collar (which could be removed for costume accuracy sake).

Links that might be of interest:

Jodie Whittaker image: https://www.facebook.com/DoctorWho/photos/a.182096918471010/9031006413579972/?type=3

Eleventh Doctor's Boot information: http://www.11thdoctorcostume.com/2010/01/boots-all-saints.html

Second Doctor image: https://m.facebook.com/DoctorWho/photos/a.182096918471010/5210019052345413/?locale=zh_HK

Spearpoint Shirt: https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/1370648191/mens-spearpoint-and-tab-collar-brand?gpla=1&gao=1

Tenth Doctor's Tie information: https://thegingerdoctor.wordpress.com/2019/10/31/the-tennant-ties-full-index/

Twelfth Doctor from "The Doctor's Yo-Yo | The Girl Who Died | Series 9 | Doctor Who": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Yx7vlDlIVo&pp=ygUnbWFpc2V5IGNhbSB0aGUgZ2lybCB3aG8gZGllZCBkb2N0b3Igd2hv

#doctor who #Power of the Doctor #thirteenth doctor #twelfth doctor #fourth doctor #fifth doctor #Seventh Doctor #cosplay #costume breakdown #doctor who costume breakdown #Brilliant Penguin's Infographics

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Anyways, I loved Poor Things and it's up there with Boy and Heron, They Cloned Tyrone, Barbie, Asteroid City, and M3gan for fave of the year for me. So, let's first set the scene here.

I show up at the theater, expecting only like three other people (based on our online ticketing system). Then the room gets completely packed by everyone from other twenty-somethings to elderly couples. I haven't seen this big a turnout since the Barbie screening, prob.

So, anyways, we all start watching and begin dying of laughter. It's in the basic slapstick, like Bella impulsively smacking Max in the intro. But it's also in all her unfiltered observations that aren't very socially acceptable!

Ok yeah, now we're hitting spoilers so just gonna toss a cut in.

Yeah, she's ultimately kind of like the revived guy in Frankenstein, except her dad actually cares for her. It's in the small stuff like giving her a name and not tossing her at the first signs of trouble. But both doctors still didn't really give a rat's ass about their kids' basic bodily autonomy when first making them.

Did Bella's mom ever ask to be brought back? Nah, so he respected that basic bit. Would she have been okay with her kid's brain animating her corpse? Ehhhhhhhh, doubtful, especially considering that she offed herself to escape her expected role as a good rich mama. Can't really ask her, but that's not gonna stop science here (much like in the case of Dr. Frankenstein and his son).

Yeah, that's not exactly a promising start to a parent-kid relationship. We have basic standards of good parenting like actively trying to educate the kid and not committing incest, but the bar is kind of in hell. Still, he ultimately respects her autonomy and lets her make the impulsive decision to run off on a trip with some lawyer. After giving away her hand in marriage without her own permission, like a proper Victorian papa! Still, wow, he actually let her out. Amazing, showstopping, revolutionary.

Anyways. Mr. Lawyer is a total elderly creeper. He wants Bella, but when she's uneducated and controllable. The second he catches her reading philosophy books? Tosses them overboard and rages at the lady who gave them to her. Then he pathetically tries to off her.

Ruffalo has no right being as funny as he is in this role. Still, it's a performance that makes sense in the context of this absurd comedy. He's a pathetic manbaby that's angry that his girlfriend is actively trying to improve herself while he's stagnant (and gasp, she might figure out that he's a giant creep that women his age stay away from). The second she screws someone else, he rages. And he doesn't respect her coworkers in Paris! But he does it with this expression of inept rage, so we all couldn't help but laugh at his breakdown at being dumped once Bella learns more about the world.

Side note, but the most laughs in the theater happened when Bella was completely disregarding social norms. You want a lady that only spews niceties in public? Well, sorry she very inappropriately threw one at your dinner companion's talk of her personal issues. Lol.

You're upset she's dancing by herself in public? Hope you have fun squirming while she takes the lead in the dance with you, then.

Oh, and sorry she's outearning you and proceeds to quit that overly strict workplace when she feels like it. And also finds a gf down there.

And sod it, if Mama was rocking generic Victorian clothes, we're rocking pieces that would've made Viviene Westwood proud!

Side note but that production and costume design were delicious. Plus, that color grading. I'm still obsessed with the vivid blue dress of her mom in her one final moment of freedom, versus that painful grayness of that mansion. Oh, and the vividness of Bella's world trip!

Anyways, very much a "vibes" kind of movie but we were all a very specific kind of hedonist that proceeded to laugh and actually comment on everything. It's a bleak comedy and while this all sounds like a massive breach of theater etiquette, it actually was fine. My favorite bit was at the mad scientist antics at the end. "No, don't bring your dad back, he never asked!" "HELL YEAHHHHHH" (yes, these were both reactions to the man-goat scene).

Ну, типа, ты же был таким козлом, в переносном смысле! Может ты хочешь стать одним буквально?:)))

In short, 10/10, would rec either going solo or with someone very, very understanding.

#text post #poor things #movies

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layaboutace · 5 months

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Season 4 Episode 7: The Unicorn and the Wasp

this is the scariest doctor who episode cuz im terrified of insects!!! anyways i love everything about how this episode looks, the costumes the sets the cars its all so good! im not a big fan of the previous seasons Shakespeare episode, but this one was MUCH better. tying it into her real disappearance was so cool, and such a good way of giving some sci fi spins to a real world event. this episode is just so good with its dialogue and its pacing and i just LOVE murder mysteries, so the whole breakdown was fun! the doctor and donna have such a great dynamic, and they're top notch in this episode! the part where they have to play charades to find out what the doctor needs to stop his poisoning was so funny! the doctor handing donna a comically giant magnifying glass was great, this episode just works really well, i only have a complaint about the ending, with how little time we spend around the side characters i feel the priests connection as a long lost son could have been foreshadowed better, but thats just sci fi stuff mostly, everything else works amazingly well, just a really good episode

4/5

#doctor who #dw #watchlog #10th doctor #tenth doctor #s4 #donna noble

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empatheticsaviour · 5 years

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as much as i love the lilac lining of thirteens coat, it annoys me because if thirteen - or any doctor for that matter - was present during the movement, she would’ve been a suffragist (red, white and green, protested using peaceful methods such as art, poetry and music, were more open to men joining their group) rather than a suffragette (lilac/purple, white and green, lead more violent protests, very rarely let men join)

very niche reference that i greatly appreciate, it just doesn’t sit right with the character :(

#doctor who #thirteeth doctor #thasmin #suffragette #suffragist #costume breakdown #jodie whittaker #dw #dw season 11 #doctor 13 #season 11

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seekers-who-are-lovers · 2 years

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Details, details

Florence Nightingale; vintage nursing poster with her popular quote; and one of Ms Nightingale’s lamps; also Chapter 185

The devil is in the details. Technically speaking. Yana Toboso, a stickler for historical details (except for the costumes and hairstyles, not all the time at least), strikes again.

The quote “How very little can be done under the spirit of fear” has been attributed to Florence Nightingale. It was her personal ethos when she decided to help the wounded soldiers during the Crimean War and founded a training school for women to be future nurses.

I get that Ada would be disenchanted when her peers never believed Nightingale’s ways. If you are different from the norm, you’d be branded as a troublemaker. Take for example, Ms Nightingale’s contemporary, Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis, a Hungarian-German, who lived in Austria. She and Semmelweis were two of the few early proponents of hand-washing when treating wounded patients and pregnant women. Semmelweis, who was ostracised when he was still alive due to his findings concerning practicing hygiene on maternity wards, was honoured posthumously by the next generation of doctors and scientists after they found out that Semmelweis’ studies concerning the correlation between germs and unwashed hands were true. He died in an unexplainable circumstance at the Niederösterreichische Landesirrenanstalt after suffering from mental breakdown and violent punishments from the sanatorium guards.

Interesting that it seems to be the same quote that has driven both Bard and Ada to sort out their lives. To live in fear is to feel death at the door. Fight for your life, to what you strive for, is the order of the day. Both of them suffer from survivor’s guilt that they will carry on until their last breath, the thirst to help others before their own.

Unfortunately, for Ada her fate has somehow gone haywire. Had Aurora Society not connected to Undertaker and his wicked scheme it would probably be another story that could change the course of her life.

The question remains if her name and Bard’s are really on Ronald Knox’s list. The previous mission with Mey-rin and Ran-mao ended without casualties except for Baron Heathfield (and his cohorts), who suffered from loss of teeth, swollen face and the wrath of women he victimised. But the difference is there’s no grim reaper that was waiting for the two women.

I fear for Bard’s safety. Surely, Yana T showing us his arc, of what he’s been put through is not a preparation of what’s to come and not a sign that the readers must be ready to grieve again. It wouldn’t make any sense. Or would it?

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #yana toboso #kuroshitsuji bard #ada x #florence nightingale #chapter 185 #ronald knox #ignaz semmelweis #yt is a genius #kuroshitsuji props #kuroshitsuji analysis

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punkpresentmic · 3 years

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But consider a traitor Aizawa AU. He's 1 of the few adults Eri fully trusts—the hero who helps her with her Quirk, who helps take care of her, who makes her apple snacks—& he suddenly disappears. She's told he's betrayed them, that he's bad now, that he's a villain—the same word always applied to Overhaul.

She's still got Mic, Aizawa's husband, who's been betrayed just as much if not more. But it's like there's a hole ripped in the fabric of UA.

& with all the stress of the situation, & Aizawa no longer around to erase it, her Quirk starts acting up again. Doctors prescribe her medication that should help her control it, but the meds don't really seem to be working.

Then 1 day, in the dead of night, Aizawa is back. At her windowsill. He asks her to come with him.

At her clear hesitation, Aizawa tells her she doesn't have to decide right now. He's always let her take her time when she's needed it. This hasn't changed. Aizawa nullifies her Quirk, brings it down to a more manageable level, &—just like that—he leaves.

She tells everyone in the morning about what happened, but there's no evidence of it anywhere—no security footage or alerts, no fingerprints, nothing. & because vivid dreams are a potential side-effect of the meds, it’s all written off as a dream. She’s obviously upset by people’s denial of what she experienced.

All of this takes a HUGE toll on Hizashi. He's probably been hit the hardest, yet he's forced to keep a brave face. He has no other choice. He can't just break down, no matter how understandable it would be. People need him—Eri, the distraught students Shouta left behind, the media. The police also have questions for him; it's hard for them to believe this isn't a 2-person job, & he can't exactly scream in their faces about how much he's lost, about how close he is to losing himself too. No, he has to maintain a mask of professionalism at all times.

But now Eri says his husband was here. In her room. A hall away.

Hizashi pulls an all-nighter in Eri's room. Nothing. Figures. Poor kid. It's been hard on all of them, & it's no wonder her little mind can't process it properly. Hell, he can't think about it without verging on a breakdown—something that with his Quirk could be physically dangerous. His pain could level the building.

But there's no reports of an Eraserhead sighting from Eri the next day either.

Nemuri—who he's been avoiding like the plague throughout all this—gets wind of how sleep-deprived he is, threatens to use her Quirk on him, offers to stay in Eri's room for him. Keep watch. She swears on anything she'll alert him & only him immediately if there's anything... But there isn't. Eri also reports nothing.

It’s the next night, just when they've decided to buy the doctors & investigators' verdict that it was all in Eri's head, that Shouta appears in Hizashi's room (a new, empty staff dorm—the memories in their shared suite too painful).

Immediately there's tears streaming down Hizashi's face. He's been trying so, so hard to keep it together all this time & now, in front of him, his husband is just... standing there. Hands raised in a pathetic way of showing he means no harm, as if he hasn't already done so much harm.

Hizashi clamps a hand over his own mouth, trying not to immediately blast out the windows with the sob that's building in his throat, gripping so hard his fingernails dig into his cheek. Hizashi wordlessly shakes his head, close to hyperventilating, & Shouta looks... tired. He looks really tired. He steps toward Hizashi like approaching a wounded animal, & it's a decent description of how he feels in the moment. Hizashi doesn't try to flee or stop him, frozen to the spot as the tears silently flow.

Shouta raises a hand to touch his face, still so hesitant. His fingers are shaking when they brush Hizashi’s cheek. Hizashi’s eyes snap closed. His hand is gentle. It cups his cheek, a thumb wiping the tears that he’s the cause of.

He wants to get mad, he wants to get mad, he wants to get mad. He wants to explode. Scream the whole teacher’s dorm awake until there’s a dozen pros to take Shouta down. Blast out his eardrums & send him reeling from the vertigo because he left. He betrayed them. All of them. He betrayed him.

But he's not. He’s not mad & he doesn’t know why, only knows that oh god it hurts. Just knows that he’s shaking apart because this is Shouta & he can’t do this. & Shouta’s hand cups his cheek & he lets it happen & he hates that he’s missed it so much. He’s missed him so much.

Shouta's other hand joins, holding his face so tenderly. Their bodies are close, Hizashi can’t lean into him—he can’t—but then Shouta presses their foreheads together & from the shaking exhale Shouta lets out, it almost breaks both of them.

Shouta holds him like that. Hizashi's trembling hands move from his mouth to cover his husband's hands, to grip them tightly like he'll disappear—like Hizashi will wake from a dream.

He doesn't.

Hizashi is shaking his head again, not trusting himself with words, but he can manage a whisper: Why?

"I can't tell you that, 'Zashi."

It's too much. It's been too much for too long, & that's what does it.

"Erase my Quirk."

A questioning look, so familiar. It's the hesitation on Shouta’s part that finally gets that flare of anger burning in his chest.

"Just do it," he growls like it’s a threat, & in a way it is, but the anger is doused as quickly as it arrived.

& Shouta does. His eyes glow golden & good & there’s so much Hizashi doesn’t understand & he shatters.

For the first time in the weeks Shouta has been gone, Hizashi can finally fall apart.

Hizashi clutches two fists in Shouta’s old hero costume, heaving with the sobs & wails he’s been pushing down for far too long now—completely silent, nothing but harsh rushes of air.

If Shouta were to blink for even a second, the windows & all the glass in the room would be gone. But Shouta’s got him, like he's always had him. & Shouta holds him fiercely close to his chest, lets him get it out, & says nothing.

(pt. 2)

#isaythings #traitor!aizawa #erasermic #angst #traitor aizawa au #fic

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cheshiresartblog · 3 years

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Quirk Ranking AU Stuff

Au based on @hey-hamlet ‘s Quirk Ranking au that stole my heart a while back. This au was the base for many a good roleplays with me and my friend. I love all of your aus btw. They’re all fun af.

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So basically in this au in the beginning of the rooftop squad’s second year in UA the laws for the systematic ranking of quirks on a color coded danger scale was passed. This being said everyone had to have their quirks tested with the ranks being the following:

Gray - Quirkless Green - Benign/harmless quirks Blue - Quirks that cause temporary and mild effects on others Yellow - When quirks start to get a bit more dangerous but are still controllable Orange - Quirks start to get more uncontrollable here and restrictions start being placed on people here. Red - The straight out dangerous quirks. There’s lots of restrictions. They’re both revered in a sense since they can make powerful heroes, but discriminated against because they are feared. Then there’s probably special rankings for those beyond the scope of Red, like All Might, but I’ve been focusing on the Rooftop Squad so...

Ranks are told through a metal bracelet on the left wrist. It need to placed over a scanner to enter places and people who own businesses can set the scanner on what ranks they allow in. There’s also a glowing strip of color going through the center of the bracelet showing the person’s rank color. It’s waterproof and very durable so it’s almost never removed unless there’s a rank change or it needs to be removed by a doctor. The ones on heroes are special because they also act as trackers and can measure the hero’s vitals. Ranking bracelets, though, can be faked and a lot of villains do this to get by in life without detection. Some people make good money supplying these fake bracelets.

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So the conflict begins with the ranking tests, which marks the squad as the following:

Shouta - Blue Rank due to the fact Erasure is only in effect as long as Shouta doesn’t blink and has his eyes on someone.

Oboro - Yellow Rank after further quirk testing, which revealed his ability to make (unstable) storm clouds.

Hizashi - Red Rank upon being taken for further testing and being pushed to his limits.

Nemuri - Yellow Rank due to the fact she sends people to sleep and that can cause dangerous situations and it does not wear off right away.

For some backstory, Oboro, Hizashi and Nemuri all knew each other before UA and are very very close knit. Shouta’s the latest member to their little group after being pretty much dragged into the group by Hizashi and Oboro in their first year. At the point of the ranking tests Shouta and Hizashi are also dating, having gotten together at the end of their first year.

That being said, Hizashi finds out really really quickly that his Red rank now dictates his life, where he can go and how he’s treated. He’s treated like a ticking timebomb basically. He first starts to realize this when a music store he used to go to to get CDs’s door won’t open for him. He keeps trying and eventually the owner tells him to leave. Also his training as a hero starts to become overwelmingly intensive and they expect so much more out of him than the other students ranked below him.

Needless to say Hizashi is not happy whatsoever. Neither are Oboro and Nemuri. The three of them start to privately plan to leave UA entirely. They can’t support a system like this.

Shouta, meanwhile, is in a different kind of situation. The ranking tests was another way for the Commission to stake out those with quirks that could be useful to them, and what could be more useful than a quirk that can turn off others? So, Shouta’s approached about a week after the tests by a Commission official (that gives off Umbridge vibes honestly) and she basically blackmails a 16 year old kid into signing a contract. Shouta’s mother in this is very ill, they’re going into debt for her hospital bills and she’s only receiving what she can afford as treatment. The Commission offers Shouta not only to pay his bills but to pay for the best possible treatment for his mother. Just, “You want to be a hero, don’t you? You can start by helping your mother.” And other things like that. He basically is blackmailed into signing on to be one of the Commission’s dogs...they own him after he puts that pen to paper.

It happens super quickly, honestly. A bit after Shouta signs Hizashi and the others approach Shouta with their plan and ask him to run away with them. Shouta tries to tell them he can’t, but the minute he hesitates and says he can’t they never don’t give him the moment to explain why. So used to discrimination due to his rank now Hizashi impulsively assumes that it’s because he’s a Red Shouta doesn’t want to join them and effectively puts words in his boyfriend’s mouth. It’s a huge 3 vs 1 verbal fight and it ends with a rough break up and Shouta being basically left there in shock, and the trio disappearing about a week later.

From there Shouta’s life quickly spirals into hell. The training is cruel and grueling. His handler (The Umbridge vibes lady) is awful and single handedly drives Shouta back into the closet. She starts to control his diet, how he dresses and how he presents himself. He’s thrust from being a future underground hero into being a future limelight hero. He learns how to fake a smile really really fast and starts outwardly acting like the modest and eager hero hopeful his handler wants him to be. She changes his hero outfit to have a bit more “appeal”, aka be a bit more skin tight and streamline, throws out his goggles and replaces them with a visor because “They were ugly” and makes him wear his rank color in his costume to flaunt it. Even has his hair cut because his hair is an “disgusting bird’s nest”.

Shouta also keeps everyone at arms length due to what happened between him and the trio and also the very few times afterwards he gotten close enough to someone again to be honest with some things like his opinions on the ranking system (it’s stupid and illogical) and his sexuality, it got back to his handler and the punishment was harsh to say the least. Right now the only people he kind of considers friends are Tensei, Emi, Hawks and somewhat Fat Gum due to working together a bit. Also it doesn’t help that every time he gets into a conflict with one of the trio, who are now big time villains, they’re either quite cold or very harsh.

Shouta is literally two steps from having a mental breakdown by the time it gets to the point where class 1-A’s a thing.

Meanwhile, Hizashi, Oboro and Nemuri ran away from everything, surviving on the streets for a while before being picked up by a villain gang and being taken in by them, all getting fake ranking bracelets and beginning their careers as villains. They left that gang to strike it out as a villain trio once they were sure of themselves since they had a different goal. They aim to take down the commission and abolish the ranking system once and for all. They became known as Overcast, Reverb and Nightfall.

Nemuri, being protective of her boys and especially Hizashi at this point, is honestly the most harsh to Shouta when they occasionally face off, meanwhile Oboro is cold but hits hard and Hizashi is just absolutely frigged.

LOV does approach them but they do not join them...at least probably not at first.

There it is, there’s the AU :)

Enjoy the pain.

#ranking system au #bnha au #erasermic #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #shirakumo oboro #oboro shirakumo #villain oboro shirakumo #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #villain present mic #bnha villian au #bnha midnight #nemuri kayama #kayama nemuri #villain midnight #lovers to enemies to lovers

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It’s Just a Costume

Requested?: Yes! I got two requests I merged into one, where Y/N is dressed really nice and all the guys in the office are ogling her, and Jim gets un poco jealous, and another request around the Halloween episode where Dwight turns up as the Joker and when Y/N comes in as Harley he thinks it’s a sign they are meant to be together.

Word Count: 4.2K+

Author’s Note: I have been given a burst of energy recently and want to make sure all the requests I have gotten are written (even if these ones are from a month ago (I’m so sorry)). I like the idea of jealous Jim, not gonna lie, because it seems like this would be his only actual flaw. I hope you enjoy; this is my second thing with smut so bear with me.

Warning: SMUT. oral (female receiving), intercourse, sex while on the phone. I went a bit off the rails, this is new territory for me.

No-one in the office knew you were a cosplayer.

They did not need to know what you did in your spare time, or that you had a whole room in your apartment dedicated to rolls of fabric and your beloved sewing machine. You were actual quite well known within the community, had your own blog about the behind the scenes of costume making and tips for convention goers. But it was your little secret, and most certainly not something you wanted broadcast at your day job.

Not even Jim knew.

The pair of you had been dating on the down low for a good few months now, actually coming on a year, and while he knew all about your love of comic books and your going to conventions, he wasn’t yet aware of the whole ‘dress up like comic book villains and paint your body completely green that one time’ sort of commitment. It’s not that you thought he would mind, if anything he might find it quite cool, but you weren’t ready to share your guilty pleasure with him just yet, and that was ok. Jim got it.

You had joined Dunder Mifflin about three years ago now and were currently filling in the receptionist role while Pam was off in New York at corporate. However, due to doctor’s appointments and compulsory trips to HQ, you had never had the chance to dress up for Halloween at the office. The whole team joined in to some degree, and with the new Batman movie having just been released, you had the perfect costume idea for the occasion.

You had cosplayed as Harley Quinn a fair number of times in your life, and for this year’s Comic Con you had actually made a Dr Harleen Quinzel costume to match the grunge, dark, jaded Joker Heath Ledger had played in the summer blockbuster. It was all handmade, simply because nowhere in Scranton sold the lab coat or dress you had envisioned in your early sketches, and you even took the time to make up a fake nametag, print out a Joker casefile, doodle love hearts with the letters ‘J+H’ in the margins.

You were a woman of detail, you liked to make sure everything was up to your standard, and even got yourself some black ankle boot high heels that match the aesthetic perfectly. The costume as a whole looked great, you wouldn’t even lie, so when you realised your were finally going to be in Scranton to participate in Halloween, you woke up early that morning to sort your makeup and slip into the red and black dress you had designed yourself. You grabbed the lab coat and props, including a pair of glasses you didn’t need to reflect the comic books, and headed out the door to your car.

Whatever forces held reign over your life must have bee reluctant for you to show up at work. Not only did you have to stop for gas when you were sure you had a full tank a few days ago, but a breakdown on your usual route to work had made you thirty minutes late, and the last person to entire the office.

“Morning Hank!” You greeted the security man with a wave, and he replied with a grunt, invested in his newspaper. You called the lift, your phone pinging as you stepped in the lift.

Jim: Not like you to be so late, Y/N. Tut tut. Xx

You rolled your eyes at the message despite the smile on your face, pressing the button for Dunder Mifflin’s floor before texting back.

You: Just heading up now, traffic was insane this morning. Can’t wait to see your costume Xx

You caught your reflection in the steel doors and quickly tidied your hair, which had been blown around a little by the wind. A part of you was nervous, was the outfit too obscure for the office to get? You banished the thoughts: you looked great and that’s what counted.

The elevator doors slid open, the entrance to the office decorated with spider webs and plastic pumpkins. You had made sure to stock up your desk with plenty of candy the night before, and with a smile on your face, you entered the office and sat yourself at the reception desk.

“Sorry I’m late guys…” You apologised offhandedly, pushing the glasses up your nose and logging into your computer, humming along to ‘Thriller’ that was playing in the background on low volume. You had made sure there was a Halloween CD in the player last night too.

It took you a moment, after you had logged on to the computer, to look up at Jim to wave hello, when you realised the whole office seemed to be looking at you. You made sure you weren’t imagining things, blinking a few times to focus your vision, but it was definitely the case.

Everyone was staring.

“Do… Do I have something in my hair?” You asked, oblivious to what everyone else was seeing.

What Jim was seeing.

Your costume for the occasion wasn’t just nice or pretty, it was stunning. The fabric hugged your curves just right, it showed a little more than a fair amount of cleavage, and your heels just emphasised the lace stockings you had decided. Jim was never a man to objectify, but even he couldn’t help but gawk at how sexy you looked that morning.

Thankfully, Phyllis decided to break the silence, walking over to your desk and pretending to pull a piece of fluff from your hair. The rest of the room, the males especially, hurried themselves back to work at that.

“Oh, thank you Phyllis. My morning was chaotic, I knew something would go wrong.” You laughed sweetly, still completely clueless as to what everyone was looking at. “I love your Raggedy Ann look!” You complimented, offering her a candy. She took it with a sweet smile.

“Thank you Y/N… You really went all out this year, you look great.” She offered back, and you felt a blush of pride coming to your cheeks.

“It’s my first time getting to participate in costumes at the office, I thought I’d give it my best shot.” You explained, and with a kind nod, Phyllis headed back to her desk, leaving you to start responding to phone calls.

The day continued in an… Odd fashion. Every twenty minutes or so, one of the guys was up at your desk, asking for something. First it was Ryan dressed up as Gordon Gecko, who you complimented on the suspenders, then Creed, the first Joker impersonator, then Toby, who had gone for the classic skeleton, and Kevin, the second Joker, then Andy, who guffawed when you guessed Mister Mistoffelees, and finally Dwight, Joker number three. Dwight seemed to be visiting the most, whether it was to fax something or ask for a call to be forwarded, he was suddenly a whole bunch nicer to you today. It was around lunchtime, when Dwight made his way up to the desk for the sixth time, that you finally asked for an explanation.

“Hey Dwight? Is everything alright today?” You asked, leaning forward in your chair to smile at him, not noticing your co-worker’s eyes flick down to your chest.

“Uh…” He seemed to stutter on the thought, before straightening himself up. “I just didn’t think a girl like you would be interested in comic books, that’s all. Your outfit just caught me off guard, I wanted to check you were really dressed up as Harleen.” You nodded and smiled.

“You know, you’re the first person to guess my character right all day! I started to wonder if it was too out of the box, if I looked like I came in dressed as a pharmacist or something.” You giggled, and Dwight let out a nervous laugh along with you.

“You have done the character justice… You look good.” He stated with a firm nod, and you handed him a candy in thanks.

“So do you, Dwight.” You complimented back, glancing up at the clock. “I’m going to sort out my lunch.” You excused yourself, standing up and heading over to the kitchen with your coffee mug, lab coat left behind, and glasses perched atop your head.

Your exiting the room allowed for multiple of the younger, testosterone-filled men of the office to get a good look at your ass in the red and black number you had created, and for Dwight to rush back to his desk and get Jim’s attention away from you, his girlfriend’s, ass.

“What, Dwight?” He snapped, not in a good mood at all. He had spent the entire morning watch his co-workers flirt with you, and he didn’t like it. He couldn’t even blame it on you, you seemed completely oblivious to what the outfit was doing to them, to him…

“I was right.” Dwight said with far too much excitement, looking back at the kitchen as you poured yourself some coffee.

“Right about what?” Jim entertained the creep he had worked beside for years, the given adjective not simply because of the Halloween look he had decided on. Jim had never found the fun in dressing up for Halloween, and today wore a nametag with ‘Dave’ written on it. He sipped on his coffee, watching Dwight build up the courage to speak with a raised brow.

“Y/N is in love with me.”

The statement had Jim spitting coffee back into his cup to avoid choking, but Dwight seemed unfazed by the reactionWhile you were unaware of any sort of connection, Dwight had been pining over you since the moment you landed in the office. And Jim had known, of course, thanks to a night at the bar that left Dwight calling out your name as he was piled into a taxi. But what had given him the impression you liked him?

“How are you so sure?” Jim asked, and Dwight scoffed, folding his arms in defence.

“Well, if you must know, I’ve been studying her body language towards the men in the office for quite some time.” Jim’s eyes widened, and Dwight looked him over. “She’s a young, fertile woman, and this is breeding grounds. Out of everyone in the office she could be attracted to, she distinctly shows affection to me. Today she has spoken to me five separate times of her own volition, she has given me two pieces of candy and she matched my costume. The signs are very clear, Jim.”

“She matched you?” Jim asked.

“Her outfit, Doctor Harleen Quinzel? She is dressed as the Joker’s romantic interest.” Dwight explained it to Jim like he was dumb, and quickly quietened down as you returned back into the room, walking past their desks. Jim smiled as you approached, causing you to blush a little.

“Hey Jim, I got you a fresh cup, you’ve been nursing that one for a while.” You passed over the coffee to your boyfriend with a bite of the lip as he took a sip of the fresh brew.

“It’s perfect Y/N. Thanks.” He gave it the nod of approval and you made your way back to your desk, waving at Dwight as you walked by.

“Hey costume partner.” You joked, and Jim raised an eyebrow at you. You mouthed a quick ‘what?’ at him before sitting back down and picking up the ringing phone.

“See?” Dwight whispered, dialling his next number with a manic grin on his face. “She clearly is trying to mate with me.”

By 3 o’clock, Jim couldn’t ignore his jealousy any longer. Ryan and Toby had asked if you were free later, but Dwight… Dwight was going above and beyond. He had spent the day slacking on his work and trying to entice you with cups of coffee, possible prank ideas and chain emails that got you to giggle twice. Frankly, Jim wasn’t quite sure what to do. He had been the one to suggest keeping your relationship quiet, more because he knew the badgering Pam and Roy had gotten when they dated and didn’t want that for you both, and because he didn’t want to come on too strong.

But now, almost a year on? He had just been working up the courage to say the big three words, and you come in dressed like that, then actively flirted with the guys at the office, with Dwight? He wasn’t angry at you, but he was angry at someone, or something.

As 4 pm rolled on, and with no sign of Michael returning from his move in trip with Holly any time soon, the office had begun to pack up for the afternoon, and Jim decided to make a move. He was, technically, in charge of the office for the day. So, as the troops started to file out, Jim held you back.

“Y/N, can I have a word please?” Jim’s face was neutral, his tone leaning to the scolding side more than anything, and you looked at him confused.

“What’s up Jim? The rest of the team are heading for the bar, you not coming?” You asked, waving to Phyllis and Oscar as they headed out.

“Michael’s office. Now.” Jim ordered, though his voice was soft. You nodded, stepping through into the office. Jim turned to see the last people packing up, Dwight seeming quite content on staying until you left. “Dwight, would you head out with everyone else? Y/N and I will catch up. We need to run over some files Michael messed up last week.” Jim was convincing in his act but didn’t very much care. With a sigh and a glare, Dwight headed out the door with Kelly on his heels, leaving you and Jim alone in the office. He locked Michael’s office door for a safety measure and pulled shut the blinds.

“That isn’t good…” You laughed from your seat on the desk, legs swinging as you watched Jim begin to pace. “Halpert? What’s wrong?” You had noticed he had been off balance today; you had assumed it was a few bad sales calls that caused it.

Jim wasn’t quite sure what to say now he had you alone, so instead he decided to act. In two steps, he crossed the room to Michael’s desk and pressed his lips to yours feverishly, his hands coming to your cheeks as he kissed you with raw passion you hadn’t ever seen in him before. You did nothing to stop him though, instead shrugging off the lab coat and letting it fall onto the oak you sat on, spreading your legs for Jim to move closer and tangling you fingers in his hair.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all day…” Jim muttered, pulling away for a moment to catch his breath. His hands moved from your face to travel your body, landing on your ass and pulling you to the edge of the table. “Teasing me in that dress…”

“I have?” You moaned out, surprised by the admission from your boyfriend, and the PDA. You knew you looked nice today, but a tease?

“Why do you think all the guys in the office have been extra attentive today?” Jim chuckled, and it clicked in your head.

“Oh… Oh my god!” You gasped, followed by a giggle. “That makes a lot more sense…” you paused for a moment, pulling Jim close by his tie. You weren’t one for anything hardcore in the bedroom, but with Jim, you knew how to push his buttons. “Is that why you dragged me in here? You were jealous?” You asked with a smirk, loosening his tie until it was on the carpet, and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“So, what if it was?” Jim countered, his thumbs running along the hem of your skirt before pushing it up your thighs, revealing the lacy tops of your stockings and your match black underwear set. He audibly groaned at the sight, his trousers becoming increasingly tight. “The things you do to me Y/N I-” You cut him off by reconnecting your lips, finishing unbuttoning Jim’s shirt and moving on to his belt as he shrugged the fabric from his shoulders.

“You know, you have to remember that this… This is just a costume.” You whispered in Jim’s ear, moving his hand to your underwear, which he swiftly pulled off. “You get everything underneath…” the words dripped from your tongue, sultry and tempting and more than enough to convince Jim to press two fingers against your folds.

To say you were wet was an understatement, and the smirk on Jim’s face did nothing to aid the situation. You were wet for him, from the way he kissed you, the way he touched you, and no-one else. With a pull on the front of your dress, the elasticity of the fabric working in Jim’s favour to expose a lacy black bra, he simultaneously slipped two fingers inside you, earning a moan as your head dropped back.

Jim made sure to tease you first, his thumb flicking over your clit to provide jolts of pleasure but no real stimulation, the fingers pumping slowly inside you, getting you used to the intrusion, forcing you to relax a little.

“You know sweetheart…” Jim’s voice had dropped an octave into a growl that made you shiver. “You could always wear stuff like this more often…” The words caught you off guard, and Jim played to his advantage, speeding up the pace of his fingers and adding a third, earning a gasp from you, one of your hands flying up to cover your mouth as another moan rolled past your lips.

“Jim…” You whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers curled, tension already building in your abdomen.

“Nobody’s around, move your hand away.” Jim ordered, and you did as instructed. He smirked in approval, picking up the pace with his fingers and dropping down to his knees, eye-level with your dripping cunt. “All this just for me?” He teased, and you whined as his tongue darted out to lick your bud.

“This isn’t fair!” You whimpered, legs trembling, but Jim just smiled.

“You teased me all day in that dress Y/N, I would say this? This is perfectly fair.” Jim finished his statement by switching his fingers inside you for his tongue, and you couldn’t help but thread a hand in his hair and pull him closer.

“Fuck… Jim I’m close.” You warned, Jim slowing down the pace for a just a moment to throw you off, to make you think he wouldn’t let you cum. Your stomach had begun knotting, your whole body tensing up as Jim’s tongue lapped your juices and his thumb pressed down on your clit. Jim moved his face away, planning to finish you off with his fingers again, when a sudden noise jolted you both from the sex-induced haze, and ruined whatever orgasm you had been building up to.

The phone was ringing, and Jim knew the number.

“Answer it.” Jim stood up as he spoke, pressing his lips to your neck. You moved back a little, and Jim looked up at you with a wicked glint in his eye, and you couldn’t lie, it excited you.

So, on the fourth ring, you picked up the phone.

“Hell-oh?” Your eyes widened, and Jim captured your lips in his as he pressed his cock against your heat, having undone his pants while you were preoccupied.

“Hello Y/N? This is Dwight. I was wondering what time you would be leaving the office.” Dwight’s voice on the other end was loud enough for you both to hear, and Jim rocked his hips forward as your lips parted, entering you. You did your best not to moan, Jim’s size was still something that shocked you a little despite almost a year of dating and sex.

“O-oh, hi Dwight.” You responded with shaky breath, biting down on your lip as Jim pulled out again. He was watching your with a playful grin on his face, daring you to moan down the phone, to reveal the compromising situation the pair of you were into his rival. To add insult to injury, he decided to bottom out in you as you began speaking again. “We-WE!” You gasped, slapping his arm with your free hand, only to receive his lips on your neck in return, this time intent on leaving a mark.

“So tight for me…” Jim growled in your ear, and you let out a whimpering, alarming Dwight on the other end.

“Are you alright?”

“Just fine, Dwight. G-got a p…papercut.” You had to stop and breathe, covering the speaker on the phone to let out a whimper, much to Jim’s amusement. “These files are worse than we thought. We might be here a while, head on without us.” You said as quickly as you could, Jim beginning to pick up the pace of his thrusts, your walls clenching around him and earning a groan.

“Well, I could assist if you would like?”

“It’s alright, we’ve… We’ve got it handled. See you tomorrow, Dwight…” You held onto Jim, his movements bringing back round the release you had almost managed to get.

“Right, well, goodni-” You hung up the phone before Dwight had time to finish, letting out a pent up moan as you lay back on the desk, finally relaxing into the rhythm of Jim’s cock pounding into you.

“You asshole.” You hissed through the pleasure, fully giving in to the experience, while still noticing the proud look on Jim’s face.

He knew he had it good. Becaause he could say, without question, the girl everyone wanted was his. He could see it. As you, his Y/N lay on the desk beneath him, hair haloed around your head and breasts now inching free from your bra, dress ridden up to your abdomen and the straps halfway down your arms, moaning and begging for more, Jim knew he had officially won whatever game the world had been playing him in.

“Don’t lie, you love it.” Jim groaned as your walls spasmed around his girth again. His own release was fast approaching, and by the way your lips had parted in pleasure, the trembles that had once again started in your legs, he knew you were close too.

“Jim…” You moaned out, confirming it for him. You reached up, pulling him to lean over you by the neck, shifting his position inside you to press right against your sweet spot, his strokes becoming sloppy but more forceful.

“Fuck Y/N…” He muttered, the light from the window catching on the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Cum for me…” He moaned out, and with a final stroke you were pushed over the edge, the tension in your stomach finally releasing and sending moans and curses tumbling from your lips.

You were so gone in the moment that you didn’t notice Jim still, finishing himself, and only after a few moments, and a kiss from Jim on your forehead, did you return to reality.

“We… We really had sex in the office…” You laughed in disbelief, looking around the room. Your clothes were scattered, the desk a complete mess thanks to the hasty sex session. Jim was just watching you as you sat up, a smile on his face, and he pulled out, tucking himself back into his trousers.

“I’m going to get some wet paper towels from the bathroom.” He suggested, shrugging back on his shirt and starting on the buttons as he left you to catch your breath.

By the time you had both cleaned up and fixed your clothes back into something semi-presentable, it was dark outside. Neither of you cared much, walking out the office cuddled into one another, Jim’s arm over your shoulders and yours around his waist.

“You know, I think we should tell the office we’re dating.” Jim announced as he led you over to your cars, and you pulled out your own set of keys as he put his stuff in the trunk. It took you a second to process the proposal, but you looked up and grinned.

“Really?” You asked, and Jim couldn’t help but kiss you.

“Well, yeah, bit tired of not getting to show off the girl I love.” Jim said with a wink, and you kissed him again.

“I love you too.” You promised, the first time you had shared the words between you, but it was clear you both meant it.

“There was silence for a moment, you opening your own car and setting your work bag on the back seat, closing the door as you thought for a moment.

“You know… I cosplay…” You blurted out, and Jim turned to you in surprise. “You know, you mentioned this would happen more often if I wore more stuff like this… I can assure you there is plenty more.” You giggled as you said it, blushing red.

“That… That is very interesting information…” Jim looked like he was going to say something more but went red from ear to ear. Even after the encounter upstairs, Jim was still his goofy self.

“Why don’t you come over tonight?” You offered, to which Jim quickly nodded, leaving you both laughing as you got into your separate cars, only to meet twenty minutes later at your place, a step further in your relationship.

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