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[orange-lover]

regarding the "what am i to you" post my response is WHY.... are you so cool... 🫶

THANK U... U AS WELL

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[puck-luck]

just visiting | trevor zegras

warnings: one (1!) use of "y/n", semi-public sex, hair pulling, unprotected p on v sex (& creampie), fingering, use of pet names (baby <3), praise, slightly? dom!trevor, cussing (<3), light spanking, uhhh eating come i guess? underuse of the name Trevor and overuse of the pronoun "he" as i am known to do in my writing. pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader summary: the one when reader meets trevor zegras in a bar and has a satisfying one night stand with him in the bathroom <3 wc: 2,554

You’d been dancing with a rotating door of men all night, but your eyes had stayed fixed on one man. He’s sitting at the end of the bar opposite of the dancing floor. In the time since you’d caught his eye, you’d seen him down two beers. He drank them so slow, so lazily that you thought he might’ve been doing it just so you could see the way his lips wrapped around the bottle. He’d come with friends, but they’d all left him a while ago. At this point, it’s well past 2am and you were still waiting for him to get the balls to come over to you. The men who danced with you all thought they had a chance, but you knew and this man at the bar knew that at the end of the night, it would be you two, in a bed, all over each others’ bodies.

The man behind you now is certainly feeling the effects of your rolling hips. His attraction to you is pressing against the small of your back and his hands clutch at your hips, bunching the fabric of your dress. The hem of the dress, a sexy little red number that you only wear when you want to pull someone, is riding up more than you are wholly comfortable with, but the exposed skin has drawn the eye of the man at the bar. In the low light, you can’t tell what color they are, but you know that they’re shining with a challenge. He likes what he sees, but here he is, waiting for the chase. You pointedly roll your eyes at him and turn around to face the guy you’re already with. You’ll make do with what you already have. The guy at the bar isn’t going anywhere.

The guy you’re dancing with is cute, but not turn-your-head cute. He’s got some height on you, just enough that you have to lean up on your tiptoes to rest your arms on his shoulders. He’s got a five o’clock shadow of a beard that rubs nicely against your jaw when he leans down to whisper an invitation back to his place in your ear, but before you can answer, two new hands round your waist and pull you away from him.

“Sorry, but she’s already spoken for,” says the voice from behind you. You glance behind you to find the man from the bar, and you have to choke back a grin. 

The man you were dancing with looks confused for a second, but drops the issue with a raise of his hands. “Sorry, man. Didn’t know.” He walks off, probably in search of a new target for the night. There are only so many people left, considering the bar closes at 4 and it’s nearly 3.

“Finally,” you sigh, reaching up to lace your fingers in the man’s hair. He makes it easier for you, coming down to give the curve of your neck a ghost of a kiss. “Took you long enough.”

“Sorry,” he repeats, but it sounds like he’s got a smile on his lips. “Wasn’t sure if you were ready for me.”

“Been ready for you.” You turn towards him and take his hand, guiding it down between your legs so he can steal a touch. You pull it back after just one pass and he groans. 

He leans into your space and captures your lips with his. His tongue traces your bottom lip after only a moment and you open, letting him in. He invades your mouth with his tongue and it’s hot, and passionate, and says everything that you need to know better than he could have put it into words. You break apart and he presses his hips into yours, sneaking one of his hands up to graze over the swell of your breasts. “Bathroom?” He asks.

“Not your place?” You reply.

“I’m visiting,” he says. “And I’m sharing a hotel room with someone.”

You hum, thinking about your options. He’s hot and you’ve been playing this game all night, waiting for this moment. Any of the other guys would have sufficed, but you knew from the first moment you locked eyes with this guy that he would make this a night to remember. Your place wasn’t far, but you tried not to go back to your apartment with strange men, especially since you live alone and your apartment building isn’t the securest– something you learned from an experience with the last guy you brought home… who couldn’t quite understand that it was a one-and-done thing. If this guy wasn’t willing to take you back to his hotel room and kick his roommate out, the bathroom might just be your only option.

“Bathroom works,” you agree and take his hand. You lead him through the crowd of people. You reach the bathroom and knock on the door of the single-stall one, hoping that there’s no one in it. When you don’t hear anything, you test the handle, and it swings open easily. You let out the breath you were holding and smile to yourself, dragging this guy in behind you. He turns you so your back is against the door and traps you there, reaching around to press the lock. He leans down and kisses you again, licking into your mouth right off the bat.

“I’m Trevor,” he says between kisses. 

“Cute,” you reply, sounding a little breathless already. “I’m Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you.” His hands find their way to the back of your thighs and he lifts you up. You let out an embarrassing squeal out of surprise and automatically wrap your legs around his waist. He chuckles against your lips at your reaction. Still kissing you, he carries you over to the sink and sets you down. Trevor’s deft fingers trace their way to your pussy from your thighs and rub you deliciously.

You let out a breathy moan as he applies just the right amount of pressure to your clit with his thumb before taking it away. He rubs his knuckle up and down your panty-covered folds. “So wet already?” He teases, sounding proud of himself. “All we did was kiss a little.” 

You slide your fingers through his hair and grab on, pulling him back in so your lips reconnect. “I bet you’re no better,” you reply. You mirror his actions, reaching your hand down to feel him. He’s hard, just like you expected, but you didn’t expect him to feel so big. You make a content noise as you continue to palm him through his pants, imagining him inside you.

“Found something you like?” He asks, rolling his hips into your hand as he moves your panties to the side and swipes a finger through your wetness. “I did.” He brings the finger up to his mouth and sucks your juices off of it. “Hmm. Sweet.”

You sigh at his comment and your hands fumble with the zipper on his jeans. He reaches down to help you out, sliding the zipper down himself after batting your hands away. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to reveal himself to you. “Trevor,” you breathe out when you catch sight of his cock. It’s pretty and hard and it’s positively leaking. You want to put your mouth on it and go to hop down from the sink, but Trevor stops you.

“Wanna get my fingers in you first, baby,” he says. He delicately slides your panties down your legs and kisses your cheek sweetly before taking them all the way off. He stuffs them in his back pocket and gives you a wink before sliding one of his long fingers inside you. He pumps the digit in and out of you slowly, relishing in the way your walls suck him in and clench around him. 

Your fingers clutch at the bicep that’s holding you in place and moan as his finger speeds up. He adds another, curling them in a way that makes you crave him even more. You grind down on his hand, chasing the orgasm that’s building inside of you. When he starts to press sloppy kisses on your neck, it’s over. He’s leaving a hickey on your pulse point when you clench down on him and drop your head back, seeing stars with every continued curl and pump of his fingers.

“That’s it,” he soothes. “Good girl. Look so pretty coming for me, baby. Want to see it again.” 

He guides you down so your feet are touching the ground and turns you, bending you over the sink. You can see him in the mirror, brown hair messy from when you were running your fingers through it. You drink him in– the flush on his cheeks, the concentration in his eyes as he begins to rub the tip of his cock over your folds. You clench down on nothing and you smile to yourself as his pupils dilate. His eyes flicker up and meet yours in the mirror. You give him a shit-eating smile and he returns it after thrusting inside you. Your mouth drops open and his smile broadens, although you don’t get the chance to see it, considering your eyes are rolling into the back of your head as you adjust to his length.

“Oh my God,” you moan as he fucks into you, rolling his hips slowly just to tease you. You begin to push back against him, trying to meet his hips so his tip reaches that point inside you. His hand reaches up and makes a ponytail out of your hair, pulling it harshly. “Oh my God,” you repeat.

“Stop trying to fuck yourself on my cock,” Trevor admonishes. “Let me do the work, pretty girl. Let me make you feel good.” He lets go of your hair and his hand slides down to hold onto your hip, his other hand resting there already. He speeds up, bucking his hips into you hard and fast, making you shift forward with every thrust. If you thought about it too long, you’d feel the dull pain of the counter pressing against your skin, but right now, all you can focus on is the pleasure of his cock meeting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Trevor,” you whine, dropping your head and reaching down to try and get a hand on your clit. “Please,” you beg, needing just a bit more. 

He raises a hand and spanks you hard enough to leave a pink handprint. He steps back and pulls you with him, so you can reach a hand between your legs and rub furious circles on your swollen bud. Trevor soothes the handprint on your ass with a rub before bringing it down again just to watch the way your ass jiggles. His hips jump when you clench down on him after the impact and Trevor suddenly realizes just how close he is to coming.

“Fuck,” he hisses, bending over and plastering his chest against your back. He reaches around you with both hands, his right battering your hand away to rub your clit for you and his left coming up to your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. 

The added stimulation sends shivers up your spine and you can’t help the noises that spill out of you.

“Close, baby?” Trevor asks, eyes boring into yours in the mirror.

“So close,” you reply. “Please, Trevor.” You’re not even sure what you’re begging for, what more he could even do for you since his cock is thrusting inside you and hitting all the right spots and his hands feel like they’re everywhere all at once. 

Trevor moans in your ear, thrusting somehow harder into you. “Been thinking about you like this all night,” he groans, then presses a kiss to your shoulderblade. “Show me again how gorgeous you look when you come, baby?”

Maybe it’s the tilt of his head and the way his eyes soften as they meet yours in the mirror, or maybe it’s the way he sounds like he’s pleading with you, like it’s a privilege to see you come undone on his cock. Maybe it’s the fact that you can feel him pulsing inside of you, his thrusts becoming more and more stuttered as he gets closer, but holds off because he wants you to reach that point first. 

No matter the reason, within a split second of Trevor asking you to show him what you look like when you come, your legs begin to shake and you can’t even manage to keep your head up as you let go. Trevor grabs your hair and lifts your head again, and you clench down on him as your vision goes white and your climax overcomes you. 

You hear a strangled moan behind you and feel him let go, painting your walls white as he releases inside you and continues to fuck you through your release. You’re breathless and when your vision returns, you think he’s beautiful behind you, eyes closed and mouth open. Your heart clenches at the sight and you wonder if, in another life, you’d have him like this every night.

“Fuck,” he whispers into the silence after you both have come down from your orgasms. 

“Yeah,” you reply, and you almost frown at the loss when he pulls out of you. You jump when he swipes a finger over your folds and collects some of the fluid that’s leaking out of you.

Trevor turns you around and brings his wet fingers to your lips, staring into your eyes with a silent question. You open your mouth as an answer and suck the come off his fingers, a mixture of both of your pleasure that almost makes you want him again. 

His mouth parts slightly as he stares at your lips around his fingers. He’s lost in the moment as you swirl your tongue around his digits, the same way you would if it were his cock. “You’re so hot,” he mumbles, sounding almost disappointed. “But you know that I’m–”

“Just visiting,” you interrupt, letting his fingers fall from your mouth. You give him a soft smile, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I know.”

“You were amazing,” he tells you. “Just…” he trails off, then sighs. “Amazing.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself, hotshot,” you reply, leaning up to give him a brief peck on the lips. His hands find their way around your waist and his lips follow yours when you pull away. “But you wouldn’t want to worry your roommate in the hotel, would you? Out so late, they might be scared that you got lost or…”

Trevor lets out a little huff of laughter and bites your lip playfully. “I don’t think he missed me.” He pulls back. 

You pull your dress down so you’re completely covered again. “Well, Trevor, if you’re ever back in town,” you offer, knowing that it’s probably never going to happen again and that this was a spur of the moment thing. “I’ll be here.”

He nods, leaning down to kiss you one more time. You turn around to fix your hair in the mirror, watching him as he retreats, opening the bathroom door and exiting through it. You’ll probably never see him again, but hey, a girl can always hope.

notes: happy first "posted on tumblr & shared in a way that will impact my digital footprint"! this fic comes at the encouragement of my friend hannah (@johncena2020) & trevor was chosen by the one and only wheelofnames.com. let me know your thoughts/comments/concerns/quibbles/questions & reach out if you want!! i'm looking to write as much as i can to get over the bit of writer's block i have had since, like, forever... and smut seems like the perfect way to do it since i'm a huge consumer of the nhl smut genre. xoxoxoxo hugs and kisses always, andy girl <3

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[timetorace]

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

HELLO! My first Max one shot, so excited for this one. To the anon that requested it: Thank u so much I hope you like it. 

ship: max verstappen x toto wolff daughter!reader.

summary: Five years ago you used to love Max but you had to say goodbye, will you be able to save what you could have been?

warnings:  SMUT. SMUT. Unprotected sex. Oral (f! receiving). Doggy style. Dirty words. 

word count: +6.0K

waity katie: Catherine Middleton was given the nickname “Waity Katie” to mock her because of the time Prince William took to propose to her.

May 2017 | Monte Carlo, Monaco

It was raining buckets; you weren’t surprised it rained that week. It was almost a tradition that it rained for the Monaco Grand Prix. All of Monaco was in a bubble after yesterday’s race but you were going to see him. You had decided that you had had enough. Max and you had been seeing each other secretly for a year now, long enough for both of you to know what you wanted. You had been mulling over going public since the beginning of the year while Max was still scared of the consequences. Or at least that’s what you thought at first. Now you weren’t sure anymore, especially after last night. You and Max had hung out with his friends and some mutual friends who worked on some teams. The club was full, but even so, when you had returned from the bathroom you had heard how one of Max’s friends called you “waity Katie”, the rest laughed and Max just stood there, said nothing or moved. You didn’t even try to say anything. The problem was that this had been like a wake-up call for you because when you arrived home you couldn’t stop thinking and seeing what you had lost.

When you thought about it, you realized the signs were always there, the way he changed the subject when you talked about going public with what they had or at least telling people around you like your dad. Oh, your dad. That was another thing. Your dad was Toto Wolff, who had tried to get Max to sign with Mercedes instead of Red Bull a couple of years ago but he had failed. Your dad would not be too happy that you got involved with a driver. They were strictly forbidden, especially since you were only 19 years old and most of them were much older than you.

You felt like a toy, after not sleeping the night before thinking about it you had concluded that Max didn’t care enough about you, you really hoped you were wrong though. Because otherwise, you could already feel your heart breaking. You were afraid, afraid that Max wasn’t into you half as much as you were into him.

You let out a sigh as you got into the elevator and put in the magnetic key so you could go up to Max’s penthouse. That’s how serious you thought you were, you had the key to go up to his apartment; you liked to use it to go to his house after leaving work and cuddle up against him. You liked that. Now that made you feel so stupid. Haven’t you seen the signs? Or had you seen them and ignored them because you were too into him to recognize them? When the elevator stopped at the top floor and before the doors opened, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

“Hey, you’re early,” Max greeted you when you got out of the elevator. He was in shorts and a T-shirt watching a soccer game on television.

“My boss let me go earlier,” you explained. You were interning at a venture capital firm and living with your father, Susie, Jack in Monte Carlo. Your father was more than happy because he had always kept you at a distance, living in Germany.

“Surely he saw you hadn’t closed an eye last night” You hadn’t but not for the reasons he believed. You hadn’t even had enough to drink to have a hangover, you hadn’t stopped giving the subject a run for its money.

“Yeah, probably” You shrugged and crossed your arms. If you were going to have that conversation, you were going to stand still.

“Are you okay?” he asked, frowning.

“Yes,” You hesitated “Well, no” You added, “I think we should tell them” By them, you meant your family, his family, and possibly Max’s PR team.

“I think it’s still too early”

“Soon? Max, we’ve been doing this for a year now” “This” was referring to whatever it was you had, until yesterday you thought it was a relationship but now you thought it had actually been just an adventure or an affair all this time. “My father will get over it,” you told him before Max winced and you knew it. Toto Wolff wasn’t his problem “But my father is not the problem” You murmured before closing your eyes “Oh my God” What a fool you had been. Max wasn’t afraid of what his father might say. He wanted you as his little toy, his secret. You let out a bitter laugh. Less than 24 hours ago you were sure that he loved you. How had life changed so fast? “Don’t” You told him, taking a step back when you saw Max get up from the couch to approach you.

“(Y/N)” He called you

“I don’t want to be your dirty little secret, Max,” you said, letting out a bitter laugh. That couldn’t be happening to you “I can’t and won’t be the other woman” Max was a young promise and the girls literally threw themselves at him. You had had to shut your mouth more than once in the last year when he was involved with other girls. And above all, believe him when he told you that everything was rumors. Had he lied about that too?

“You are not my dirty little secret” That was a lie. He knew it, you knew it.

“You treat me like one,” you pointed out. It was almost as if he was ashamed of you, but you knew that in reality, he was too immature to be honest with you about it “And I deserve more than that”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that if you weren’t ready to commit, you just had to say so, Max! There was no need to have me hovering around you” You were angrier at his lack of honesty than anything else.

“It’s not that I lack commitment, it’s that for me it’s still too early”

You released an ironic laugh “You and your friends must have had the time of your lives laughing behind my back”

“No one is laughing at you, (Y/N)” He said in a calm tone that almost made you think it was all in your head.

“One of your friends called me 'waity Katie' yesterday” You pointed and saw how his expression changed to a mix between astonishment and surprise “Yes, I heard it, thanks for defending me by the way”

And then he did probably the thing that hurt you the most that night. The bastard shrugged. He shrugged. As if he didn’t care.

“They are just messing around” Was he downplaying it? Wh-What was going on? You had entered a parallel reality suddenly.

“And you let them do it?” you raised your eyebrows

“What am I supposed to do? A scene?”

“Em, yeah,” you told him as if it was obvious.

“Don’t be ridiculous”

“I’m not- “you started before stopping mid-sentence. It made little sense. He had already said everything you needed to know. He didn’t interest her. Not only was he not interested in whitewashing you, but he didn’t even care enough to stand up for you. "You know what?" You left the magnetic elevator key next to the coffee table next to the elevator. “Have a good life” You ended up turning to look at him one last time before walking towards the elevator.

“(Y/N)” He called you but you ignored him and pressed the elevator button.

“I don’t want to hear any more of your bullshit,” you replied, looking into his eyes one last time. Max looked devastatingly beautiful, as always, even with that look on your face “Not anymore” you added before the doors closed in front of you. He didn’t come back. He just stood there.

You greeted the doorman on your way out of the building. Dammit. The storm had broken, and you hadn’t brought an umbrella. Could that day get worse? Apparently yes, because when you were halfway home, soaked to the feet, your phone vibrated with a text from Max.

Max: Call me when you calm down, please?

Call him? He wanted you to call him? Hadn’t he caught the vibe? If he wanted to talk to you, he knew where you lived. He could call you instead of asking you to do so. Suddenly you realized something else. It was always you who made the effort for you. You just sent him to hell, and he was making the minimum effort. How pathetic and painful. Not even the rain could erase the tears in your eyes. It was incredibly painful to find out that a person didn’t love you even a quarter of what you loved about him.

(Y/N): Do me a favor, delete this number.

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June 2022 | Montreal, Canada (Five years later)

There you were. Canada. It wasn’t like you didn’t like to travel and accompany your father from time to time, but Canada meant jet lag and jet lag. He insisted and you couldn’t tell him no, since you had moved back to the UK, you didn’t see each other as often. The bad part was that he hadn’t gotten a room in the same hotel as his, so you were staying somewhere else. What you didn’t know was that Max was staying in the same hotel as you. You were going down in the elevator to have breakfast when it stopped at the fifth floor and Max went up. Great. You two met twice but just exchanged glances or a brief hello, as if you were strangers as if you barely knew who each other was. Actually, for the rest of the world, it was like that. You two never existed.

You moved your leg up and down impatiently, looking at the floor numbers as the elevator descended. Just as they were about to take you downstairs, you saw out of the corner of your eye that Max, who had been staring at you ever since he entered the elevator, would open his mouth, ready to say something.

You beat him to it “Whatever it is, save it, I don’t want to hear it” You told him before the elevator doors opened and you shot out of there.

The fight between Red Bull and Mercedes was real. Especially after last year, when he had been world champion. You couldn’t help but be happy for him even when your father was still complaining about how Masi had given away the championship to Red Bull. Max deserved it because he was an incredible driver but also now everyone was doubting last year’s championship and you knew he wanted to show that he was worthy of being world champion. You could respect that.

That same night, when you were watching a movie and about to sleep, someone knocked on your door. When you looked through the peephole, you saw it was Max. You got nervous. Anyone could see him standing there in the middle of the corridor in front of his door.

You yanked the door open “What are you doing here? People are gonna see you,” you whispered before grabbing his arm and pulling him into your room to close the door behind him.

“I need to talk to you,” Max explained

“I don’t see why,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You know why”

“No, I don’t, I don’t read minds”

“I wanna talk about it” You knew that by “it” he probably meant the obvious. What had happened to you? You didn’t want to put labels on it because you didn’t even know if what they had qualified as a relationship.

“About what? You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, Max.” If he wanted to talk, then they were going to talk, but first, you were going to make him suffer a little.

“I wanted to talk about what happened, in Monaco, five years ago”

“You will say”

“You tried to give me an ultimatum” Oh, if that was how he was going to start by accusing you, then it would not end any better than last time.

“After a year Max, that doesn’t even count as an ultimatum, especially when you were supposed to be in a relationship,” you replied, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible. What you had had had been a relationship, at least for you.

“We were in a relationship,” Max corrected you.

“It didn’t seem like it.” You wanted to be as honest as possible. For a year it had seemed that way, but then you realized you had just ignored the signs.

“I’m sorry, for everything”

“You’re going to need more than that Max” That he apologized was the beginning, but now that he had stirred up the past, you wanted him to really mean it.

“I was an asshole” Max ruffled the hair on the back of his neck with his hand.

“Yes, you were” There was no point in denying it when it was what you thought.

“Thanks,” He replied with a sarcastic tone

“You said it first,” You shrugged

“I’m sorry I kept you in the dark and kept you a secret,” He clarified. At least he acknowledged that he had done wrong “You deserved more”

“That’s not even the problem” Actually it was okay for Max to admit that he had been wrong for keeping you a secret but that wasn’t even what hurt you the most “You made fun of me by letting other people put me nicknames” The fact that he had said nothing. Uff, that if he had hurt “You played games with me, I didn’t deserve that” The lie had bothered you the most. He just needed to be honest with you “You could just be honest and tell me you weren’t ready for commitment in the first place”

“You’re right, I was immature”

“Yes, you were”

“I should have been honest with you”

“Yes, you should have”

“And I should have said something that night at the club”

“Yes, you should have,” you repeated with a nod. You would deny nothing or try to make him feel better about it. If he wanted to be a big boy, then he had to accept his mistakes.

“Are you going to agree with everything I say? Well, that’s something new,” He scoffed.

You shrugged. “If you’re going, to tell the truth, I won't make you feel better about yourself.”

“I’m really, really sorry” He finished, and you believed him. After he listed the mistakes he had made, you believed him. It meant that he really knew that he was wrong and that he wasn’t saying it to sweeten your ears or because it was what he thought you wanted to hear.

“Because right now?” You asked, a little curious, why he had removed all this so many years later and why he seemed so eager to clear things up, “Why did you come?”

“Your perfume”

“What?”

“Today, in the elevator, I could smell your perfume,” Max explained “It reminded me of a lot of things, but it made me realize I miss you and that I could never fill the void that you left”

“We have crossed paths many times in the last few years,” you pointed out. You had not spoken, but you had seen each other on over one occasion afterward. It wasn’t like I saw you for the first time today.

“And I’ve always been able to ignore what I felt after seeing you, letting it go” Max nodded I understand what you were referring to. It was strange because his visit that night had taken you by surprise “Until today”

“And what happened today?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Today I couldn’t let go,” He said and you couldn’t help but gasp. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? “And I hate I can’t move on, get over you. Today I just stare there, watching you walk away from me and it felt painful” Oh God. Oh my God. He was saying what you thought he was saying. There were no doubts. You didn’t believe in destiny. You were a person of facts. If you couldn’t see it, you didn’t believe in it, but your heart wanted to believe Max. You hated when your heart got involved because he was the one who made you make stupid decisions.

“So…” you said after a moment of silence between the two of you, not sure how to continue that conversation or if there was actually anything else to say.

“So…”

“You like my perfume,” you told him, raising your eyebrows in mockery.

Max let out a laugh “I just gave you an entire book of apologies and that’s the only thing left in your head?”

You shrugged “You said my perfume made you come here, so it’s an important fact though” You answered before he took a step towards you, closing the distance between you “What are you doing?”

“I’m kissing you,” Max answered before leaning towards you to meet your lips with yours. That took you back in time, to those sneaky caresses, to those stolen kisses and secret encounters. It took you back to his apartment in Monaco, to his couch, petting Sassy, while Max watched a football match. It made you remember him and the familiarity of him and, unfortunately, you liked that a lot. He felt like home, he felt like he belonged. When you separated you stayed looking at him but you saw how his gaze lowered a little and you noticed that from above he had a good angle of your boobs under your pajama satin tank top.

“Stop,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself.

“I didn’t do anything,” He replied, feigning innocence and raising his hands up.

You gave him a reproachful look. Clearly, he was looking at your boobs, taking advantage of the fact that he was a couple of centimeters taller than you. Honestly, you weren’t expecting visitors either, so you were in pajamas and without a bra, so you didn’t want to lower your eyes to see if your panties were showing on the satin.

“Ok, sorry, it’s not my fault they’re exposed like that”

You let out a laugh “Really? You just apologized and now you want to offend me again?”

“Is a compliment”

“You are very close to being kicked out of my room” You warned him

“What do I have to do so you don’t?” He asked to give you a puppy look. You hated the way he was a professional extortionist and the soft spot you had for him.

“Stop acting like a slug when I just forgave you,” You said, and he licked his lips almost without thinking, which made you unable to prevent your mind from drifting towards not holy thoughts.

“Ok, ok, I’m done,” He said, raising his hands in a sign of innocence before you approached him a little closer, bumping your chest against his to kiss him again. Were you acting contradictory? Yes, of course, you did, but suddenly you wondered how it would feel to run your hand through his hair. To feel again the sensation of your fingers massaging the nape of his neck.

“Who’s acting like a slug now?” He scoffed, briefly separating from you to rest the back of his head against yours.

“Shut up,” you complained before kissing him again so you wouldn’t have to listen to his arrogant and stupid mouth mocking you. Max was arrogant, and he knew what generated you, you were not immune to his charms and there was no point in denying it. What were you doing messing with him five years after you dumped him? Clearly, I wasn’t thinking rationally. You were thinking about your vagina. Were you going to regret it later? Definitely not because sex with him had always been good. Now, the problem was going to happen after that. Because if there was one thing you didn’t want, it was to go back to where you guys had been and there was no chance of getting back into a relationship with Max after what had happened. You weren’t sure you could bet on yourself again.

Your hands slid down the back of your neck caressing your hair. You remembered how much you liked to do that. Max grabbed you around the waist to lift you slightly into the air and carry you to the bed. You pulled him to you again by his shirt from him when he put you on the bed. He was still wearing the same perfume. You took a few seconds to inhale his scent. That felt familiar and felt too close to make you feel sentimental. That was a bad idea. You had to act and not think. You slid your hands to unbutton his jeans before removing the Red Bull polo shirt.

“You really want to undress me I see”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” You had forgotten how arrogant he could be. As in everything he did, he liked to succeed in all areas of his life. You hated to admit it, but he fucked well and he was well aware of that.

He giggled and just kissed you again, making you smile between the kiss, remembering how much fun you guys could have together. Max grabbed the edge of your shorts and pulled them down your legs, along with your panties. Your legs stretched out and your feet stood on tiptoes, craving his touch. 

He moved you to the edge of the bed, and he knelt between your legs. You rested your elbows on the bed so you could see him. He ran his tongue along your folds and you gasped, throwing your head back. The anticipation was killing you. He started playing with his tongue in your pussy, playing with your opening, teasing you, and getting to know him. Max was enjoying taking you to the limit. You moved slightly, and he placed his hand on your belly to keep you still by pressing you against the mattress. He moved up your folds to your clit and sucked on it, making you let out a loud, clear moan. The way he took his time, to adore you, to make you feel as much pleasure as possible. Your hands clung to the fabric of the sheets as Max worked on your pussy. You felt how the muscles of your pussy contracted against his tongue and you knew he was stubborn enough not to stop until you came in his mouth. You moved your hips against your mouth as much as his hand pressing your belly against the bed allowed. Max nibbled lightly on your clit before outlining it with the tip of his tongue, making you crave contact as he ran his tongue around his without touching it. He knew what he was doing because two minutes later he was back at it, licking up your juices and sucking on your clit, making your cunt twitch every time he did it. Your moans grew louder as he reached for his arms to play with the tips of your nipples between his fingers. That was it, that sent you over the edge and it was all it took for you to let out a little yelp of pleasure before you came against him. Even in the post-orgasm fog, you could feel him sucking your juices. Playing with your fingers there didn’t feel nearly the same. You had forgotten what devastating orgasms were like.

Your mind was still trying to recover from the earthquake that had been your orgasm when you felt Max pull you towards him and turn you over, placing your face down on the mattress. You let out a lopsided smile. He still remembered it. Bastard.

“I still remember how much you liked to do it that way,” he murmured, pushing you into doggy style on the bed.

“Do you?” You asked, raising your eyebrows as he brushed your hair to one side so that it fell over your shoulder.

“Yes, I remember it pretty well actually,” He whispered, playing with the tip of his cock against your folds. You couldn’t help but move your ass against him “Along with your moans when you were full of my cock”

“You may imagine things,” you pointed out, letting out a gasp as you felt him place just the tip of his cock inside you.

“Do you believe so? We will see,” He said before sliding the rest of his cock inside you in one motion.

“Fuck yes” You exclaimed. You felt so full with his cock inside you.

“You were saying?” He asked, and despite having his back turned, you could feel the arrogant smile on his face.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he moved inside you. How good that felt. You were so full, so wet that his cock slid smoothly inside you. You felt how he approached your ear and played with the earlobe, nibbling on it while he rammed you hard. Max’s hands slid in front of you to play with your clitoris between his fingers, rubbing it hard and making you let out a couple of moans that came out more like screams than anything else. The combination of sensations and movements was exquisite. You needed it as much as you needed to come at that moment. You could feel your juices soaking into your thighs too. He panted and moan against your ear, causing the air to tickle you, making you want his cum more and more. You wanted to cum, you needed to cum.

“Should I-” Max asked in a gasp. You knew what he was going to ask. He always asked you the same thing when you guys had safe sex.

“No” He wanted to know if he had to get his cock out of him or not. The answer was always no, but you were taking pills and the idea of ​​having your cum between your legs really turned you on. “It’s okay”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah” You confirmed him and that was enough because he started moving faster against you. You could feel the noise of his balls slapping against your legs until the tug of your earlobe between his teeth and you knew he was on edge. You contracted the muscles of your pussy around his cock on purpose, which made you feel the first load of his cum inside you, which triggered your second orgasm of the night. How good that felt.

You rolled over to place your back against the mattress and Max threw himself next to you. You fell into silence for the next two minutes before Max spoke again.

“Everything is ok?”

You just gave him a shaky smile in response because you weren’t sure you knew what to say.

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July 2022 | Monte Carlo, Monaco 

The next few weeks were a bit of a blur. You had returned to England but then found a lame excuse to visit your father in Monaco. You and Max hadn’t stopped fucking in those two weeks. If it wasn’t in bed, it was on the couch and if it wasn’t on the couch, it was on the kitchen counter. Anywhere was a good excuse to get naked. You hadn’t talked about what was going to happen to you later. On the one hand, you didn’t want to do it because you really wanted nothing more than sex. You needed to repeat it to yourself. Just wanted sex from him. You couldn’t hope for anything more about Max. They hadn’t spoken until that night. The next morning Max was going to go to Silverstone, and you were going to stay with Susie and your brother Jack.

You were both in bed after watching a football game, watching the post-game interviews with Max hugging you from behind in a spoon position when he turned down the volume.

“I grew up,” He said suddenly.

“I see,” you told him, raising your eyebrows, thinking that he was referring to his sexual abilities.

“No, not like that,” He shook his head “I’m not a kid anymore”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that I learned from my mistakes,” He clarified.

Oh. He wanted to go there? You straightened up to separate yourself a bit from him, sitting on the couch to turn to look at him “What are you saying, Max?” You wanted to know what he meant before you said anything.

“I want to say that we deserve a second chance”

You laughed “Yeah, I’m not doing that again, you wanna fuck? Fine, but I’m not trying anything else with you ever again”

“Why not?” He asked, and you felt a little guilty for being so blunt about it, but you had to be. You felt you had to protect your heart.

“Cause we already tried once and everything went down the drain”

“(Y/N), I’m not just fucking with you, I don’t want just sex from this” Max frowned "I thought we agreed about it”

You raised your eyebrows “Apparently we are not”

“You thought I just wanted sex from you and that’s why I went to apologize? I was hoping you would have a higher opinion of me.”

“I do, It’s just that-” You let out a sigh “We already collided once Max, the last time it didn’t go very well”

“So? Let’s try again”

“Max, I-” You passed your hand around your neck “I can’t allow you to break my heart again” The feeling of losing it and the anguish of having done it that way had left you broken into a thousand pieces.

“I won’t do it”

“You can’t give me guarantees,” you pointed out

“(Y/N)” He called you taking you by the cheeks so you could look at him “I know what I did wrong five years ago and I don’t plan to do it again, this time we are going to do it right”

“And what if not?”

“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.” He replied, and the sweet way he said it made your heart race.

You sighed “Do you really want to do this?”

“Yes, I do”

“Don’t break my heart again Max”

“I won’t”

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July 2022 | Le Castellet, France

You believed it could not be repeated and yet, Max and you had returned to stolen kisses and secret meetings everywhere. You had agreed to try something serious again with him, but you had not agreed to make it public yet. Now, the one who did not want everyone to know was you. The roles had been reversed. You still weren’t sure that this was going to end well, and you didn’t want to stir up the abyss for nothing.

“Ok, we need to tell them,” Max told you as he stroked your hair. You were lying on the bed of the motorhome waiting for it to be time for him to go to the paddock.

“No, we don’t”

“You know what Christian is going to do if he finds out for someone else? Eat me for breakfast,” Max complained.

You rolled your eyes “Sometimes I can’t believe how dramatic you are”

“(Y/N), we are going serious about this,” Max frowned “I thought we agreed on that”

“We do, but I don’t want to stir everything up for nothing,” You shrugged “Let’s go step by step”

“Are you afraid that we won’t last?”

“Honestly? I don’t know what’s going to happen” You confessed biting your lower lip “And I don’t want to add more factors to the equation”

“Your father deserves to at least know” Max’s family already knew and had kept it a secret, so it was only fair that your father found out too.

“Now, do you want to tell him?” Five years ago, that had been one of the turning points for you and now he kept pressing you to be honest with your father.

“I told you to grow up and I think so. He deserves to know” Max shrugged “Besides, I’m not a child. Toto Wolff doesn’t scare me”

“Sure?” It didn’t scare him as a director of Mercedes but as a father-in-law? That was a whole other version.

“I would do anything for you” He wasn’t a romantic who was always making grand gestures or saying cheesy things to you, but when he said things like that your heart swelled.

“Ok, I’ll try to tell him after this weekend”

The “after this weekend” ended up becoming “today” because you couldn’t deal with the anxiety of sharing the garage with your father and the only thing you could think about throughout the race was that you were a liar. Max’s words kept echoing in his mind. Susie was with you and Jack was staying in Monaco, so maybe with her around you could soften the blow? Would you have to tell Susie first? You walked to your father’s office. He was working on his laptop. Your flight back to Monaco was supposed to leave in an hour and the airport was five minutes away, so you weren’t surprised your father was still working. You walked into the office that had the door open, rubbing your hands, not knowing what to say, or having an armed speech. were you doing the right thing?

“What happened?” He asked before looking up at you and chuckling, “Why do you look like you’ve broken all the china?”

“I need to tell you something,” you told him, swallowing hard.

“You say,” your father replied, leaning back in his chair and putting aside his laptop. One thing you loved about him is that he always found time for you, but at the time you hated he was staring at you like that.

You decided to just blurt out the truth at once, without anesthesia “I’m kind of dating Max” You confessed with a sigh before clarifying “Max Verstappen”

Your father stared at you for a minute, which made you wonder if he had even heard you because he didn’t even blink at you “For how long?”

“For a few weeks now” You bit your lower lip

“Is it serious?”

“Yes, well, I hope it’s” You wanted to be as honest as possible with your father so that he wouldn’t believe that you simply had a crush on Max.

Your father just stared at you. He didn’t say a word. You opened your mouth to ask if he was okay before he jumped up and walked past you to leave the office.

“Dad?” You asked, walking next to him. Your father didn’t answer you, he just kept walking out of the Mercedes garage. “Dad?” You repeated a little more anxiously when you followed him into the Red Bull garage. The garage was half empty except for some engineers and Christian who seemed to review some papers.

Horner looked up when he saw your father walk past him without even acknowledging him. “Toto what-“

“Not now, Christian,” your father replied curtly. You gave Christian an apologetic smile before following your father down the hallway to the garage.

You let out a groan when he watched as he yanked open the door to Max’s driver’s room. Shit. You got to him and saw that Max was putting on his shirt with your father staring at him.

“Dad,” you called him, standing between him and Max to get into your father’s field of vision. Max reached out his hand to take one of your hands in his.

He ignored you “This is what we are gonna do, you are coming to my house when we return to Monaco and we are having dinner properly, with you as my daughter’s boyfriend because I hope you are decent enough to make her your girlfriend, are we clear?” Your father hadn’t even looked at you. He was staring at Max, who could only nod.

“Yes sir”

Your father rolled his eyes, although you could see a small twinkle in his eyes. He was enjoying having Max at his mercy “Now take your dirty hands out of my daughter,” He added without waiting for an answer before leaving Max’s driver’s room.

You giggled as your father left before turning to Max “I never thought I’d live to see you call my dad ‘sir’”

“Oh, shut up,” He replied rolling his eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. You were going to make it work. This time, everything was going to be different.

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[lowkeyremi]

𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 -> Aizawa Shota x afab!reader

➼ Sum: In short, you're fired from your main job. The worry and stress hits you while you're ugly crying outside of the building of your old workplace. You happen to meet a man who can give you a job. The question is... should you take it?

➼ Chapters: 0, 1

➼ Content Warning: Implied fem reader, reader has fem parts, eventual sexual content, suggestive language, all characters are aged up, eventual relationships, strippers, reader is struggling. (I'll add more as time goes on)

Chapter One - A Fresh Start.

banner by: cafekitsune

Your week was very uneventful, meeting Eraserhead felt like a fever dream. He hadn't called or texted once which caused you to believe maybe he'd been lying about that job offer.

Your laptop was sitting on the coffee table staring back at you. It's tempting to look for a new job just in case Eraser is a sick liar who liked seeing people struggle.

Surely he isn't... right? Your thoughts get cut short when your phone starts to vibrate. Where the hell is your phone? You scramble around for it, tossing your blanket around. Wow, it was wedged in the couch.

"Hello?" It takes about two seconds to realize you didn't check the ID caller, even though it's probably Eraserhead.

"Good afternoon, L/n. How are you?" Eraser's deep voice asks and it gives you goosebumps.

It had been a long time since someone asked how you were feeling, "Tired, I really need to get out and do something."

"Well, the principal would like to have a brief meeting with you." His voice sounds so smooth over the phone.

"About what? If you don't mind me asking." You were already going to agree because of desperation. You just wanted to hear his voice a little longer.

"He hasn't informed me on why, but I'd assume it would be about your credentials and details on moving into one of the apartments our school provides." His answer is logical and makes since.

"Okay, when does he want to have this meeting?" You stare at last night's dinner on your coffee table, laziness has taken over you since you don't have much to do. You tried to take an extra shift at the coffee shop, but they insisted that they didn't need the extra help.

"It might inconvenience you, he said today works for him. Sooner rather than later." There's a moment of silence between you two. You break it, "Yeah today works. I'm not doing anything anyway."

"Alright, I'll text you the details. See you soon, Golden Kitten." You can hear the smirk in his voice.

The line cuts before you can even say some stupid remark to him.

'It’s golden tiger!’ You message him, you wait for a minute and your message is seen. He doesn’t even reply to it, that guy.

Now the most important question is, what to wear? You can’t show up looking like all you’ve done is played videos games day and night. At the same time you don’t want to look too preppy, there’s a chance you’ll be called a show off.

Ding! It’s a message from Eraserhead with all the information you’ll need. According to Eraser, you’ll be stopped by security on your way in. The principal will let you in though.

Motivation starts coursing through your veins. Your place needs to be cleaned and you need to find something to wear. First impressions are important in the work setting. What is Eraser's impression of you?

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Your music is very loud in your car, a little distraction is all. "I was a college student for two years before I dropped out," you recite for the seventh time.

Parking wasn't too bad, if you don't count the fact that you almost flipped someone off for taking your parking space. Your loafers reached the ground and you stepped out of the car. In the end you chose a cute beige sweater along with your favorite high waist pants and dark brown loafers.

As mentioned security stopped you, "Excuse me miss, you have an ID?" A tall woman asks her arms crossed around her chest. She's very pretty, her not so cute uniform looks good on her.

"-ello? Miss?" Her head tilts waiting for an answer.

"Oh, uh- I'm waiting for the principal?" All the confidence you gained on the way here is gone. It's easy to tell she doesn't believe you.

Your eyes watch as she grabs her walkie and brings it up to her lips, "Backup on standby. Potential intruder." She gets a few responses.

The silence is so thick and awkward. In your mind it feels like it's been hours when in reality it's only been a few minutes.

"You must be Miss L/n! Come in!" You look around to see where the voice is coming from.

"Down here!" Surely enough there's a talking- creature smiling at you.

"I am so- so sorry, I-"

"Oh don't worry about it, most people don't notice me the first time," he waves you off. The creature who introduces himself as Nezu.. Principal Nezu leads you to his office.

"You know, I was shocked when Eraser said he wanted you as his assistant, not because of your previous job but because I brought in plenty of professionals and he declined all of them. He sure does have interesting taste!" Nezu says his arms waving everywhere while he talks.

You always thought people like that would end up smacking someone by accident.

"I honestly have no clue why he chose me." You say quietly. Nezu pushes his office door open for you and you quickly bow and take a seat.

"He sees potential in you, is why. I know he wouldn't choose just anyone." Nezu smiles, he gets comfortable in his seat and begins unpacking the heavy stuff.

"So you majored in (dream major/current major) and dropped out. Any particular reason?" He studies your face. He can't help but notice the long sigh you release.

"I started hanging out with the wrong people, met this guy who convinced me to drop out and live with him, cheated on me, and left me to figure everything out on my own. One of his friends told me about the club. I was desperate so I decided to get a job there. Along with my coffee shop part time." Talking about it was never pleasant. It was embarrassing even, why the hell did you let some guy who didn't even love you convince you to drop out?

You could have graduated. "Wow, that's a lot." He takes a sip from his tea cup. When did he make a cup of tea?

"Yeah..." He's moving more papers around and quickly scanning what's on them.

"Do you think you're cut out for the job?" He asks it doesn't have any heat behind it, it's just pure curiosity.

"No? I mean I have experience with children, none with teenagers. I was one about seven years ago." Your nails just so happen to be very interesting all of a sudden as you pick at them.

Nezu chuckles, not a normal chuckle... something like maniac. "At least you're honest. That's always a good quality. Do you have a quirk?"

You could lie and say you do. Make up something dumb, but something tells you he already knows the answer.

"I don't, which I'm afraid makes me no use to the students." You worry you'll put them in danger by not having a quirk.

"Thank you for your honesty, but safety won't be an issue! Eraserhead is a very protective teacher and he's got a very helpful quirk. At most you'd need to report to someone about an attack." Those words are quite reassuring, you sigh a little.

Nezu goes on about how surprised he was about Eraser choosing you. Then he moves on to pay and moving into one of the apartments.

He has you look over some paperwork and sends you on your way with Present Mic to tour the school.

"Changed your life for the better?" He asks with enthusiasm about your situation. How the hell does he even know? Isn't your business supposed to be confidential?

"Must be wondering how I know, huh? I was the one who dragged Eraser to the club! It was his thirty-sixth birthday and I figured he should let loose! Didn't think he'd bring back a stray." The blond chuckles, hands also swinging all over the place as he talked.

Eraser doesn't look thirty-six to you. You'd thought maybe he was twenty-nine or early thirties. "You're young aren't you?" Present Mic asks.

"Twenty-six." You reply quietly. You scanned every inch of the school with your eyes. It's a very VERY big school and a lot to take in. Apparently, Mic is only showing you the part of the school you'll be in, but even that's huge.

"How cute! You're adorable and young! No wonder he's taken a liking to you." He exclaims. The hell is that supposed to mean? Without context that sounds creepy.

"I'm not 'cute' or 'adorable' I'm a grown woman." You clarify, he grins and waves you off.

"L/n." You pause upon hearing that mesmerizing deep voice.

"Eraser." You respond mimicking his comment.

"I'm assuming all went well, since you're being dragged around by this idiot." His voice is teasing and a small smirk rests on his face.

"Idiot?! Come on Eraser! We agreed I'm the smart and hot English teacher!" Eraser just shook his head.

"Whoever called you hot was trying to spare your dignity and feelings." Eraserhead responds and motions for you to follow him.

You do, without hesitation actually. "This is my classroom." It was just like some of the other classrooms, plain, blue, and boring.

"No posters or anything?" You ask playing with the apartment key in your pocket.

"Students are here to learn how to be heroes, not to stare at some posters." He walks over to his desk and looks through some papers.

"I just think it would make your class more appealing." You try to reason.

"I've been teaching for a good while, Kitten. I know what I'm doing." He sits down at his desk and sighs looking one of the papers.

"Kitten?!" Present Mic gasps dramatically.

"You don't get it." Is all Eraser offers him.

Present Mic turns to you expecting some kind of explanation.

"I should probably start planning this move." You change the subject.

"And I'm not a kitten!" You groan and he chuckles. You can feel the vibration of his laugh.

"I'll see you out," Mic offers and you accept only because you'd get lost otherwise.

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"Hello, yes. I'm calling about breaking my lease." The price for breaking it isn't as bad as you thought it'd be, with this new job you could earn that back in a little while.

Next on your list was to call the movers. It was an awkward conversation because you were nervous to talk to them. Once you got everything settled you ate some leftover food.

The movers are to come around nine a.m. on Sunday which is soon...

You probably shouldn't call him for something so dumb but you call anyway.

"Is everything okay, L/n? You're calling pretty late." You could melt, his sleepy voice is so sexy.. you shouldn't be thinking about him this way.

"I'm sorry to wake you but the movers are coming on Sunday and I need help boxing up my stuff." You explain.

"Right now?" He asks, you can hear shuffling over the phone followed by a little yawn.

"Um... now would be nice. It's Thursday night which means I only have the whole day Friday and Saturday..." he makes a little noise and clicks his tongue.

"Message me your address." Eraser yawns again.

You do as you're told and you hear nothing but static for a few minutes, "I'll be there in thirty."

"Okay, thank you." You sigh in relief, stress would have torn you apart and you'd be panicking if you had to pack all by yourself.

Eraser's pretty cool, you think. You give Present Mic a silent 'thanks' for providing you and Eraser the chance to meet.

➼ AN: Hey guys! I finally got the motivation to finish this chapter, rn I think I'm aiming for 10-12 chapters? Maybe some extra side stuff at the end, but as of now we're getting somewhere. I just had to add Aizawa calling you kitten it's too cute ;)

#bnha #mha #aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa shōta #shota aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shota #shota aizawa x reader #multi chap #multi chap fic #multi fic #post bnha wars #aizawa x y/n

[niki-phoria]

May I request for a Chishiya x reader with an Amaya Takeru personality? The character is form “As the Gods will” btw if you didn’t know! <3

P:S Nijiro and Dori were in As the Gods will😍🫶🏻

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff (??) word count: 1.1k

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i totally forgot i had seen the live action movie for this until you asked about this omg you unlocked a memory for me i tried to make reader sadistic but i feel like they come off more as apathetic lol. i hope you like it :)) also if it's not clear the people in the game are ann and aguni and later on mira, niragi, and hatter lmao

warnings: not canon compliant like at all, not really romance ??, one mention of a woman dying

requests open !! read my rules first

there are already three phones missing from the table when you approach. it’s outside of a building, pointing to a staircase that leads downwards. it looks like it leads into darkness. “they’re waterproof,” you say, reaching out to grab one and signing in. chishiya follows your lead before shoving it into his pocket. “i wonder what the game will be.” 

he hums, following you down into the game. inside is a room filled with a few inches of water. electric cables hang from the ceiling. on the side of one wall are three switches, labeled ‘A,’ ‘B,’ and ‘C.’ across from it is a sliding door with a light inside. 

there are only four other people inside of the room when you enter. a woman wearing sunglasses, black shorts and a cropped blouse stands close to a man wearing cargo pants and a black shirt. they both have wristbands on, standing in a corner separated from everyone else. 

a woman and a girl stand away from them near the door. one looks at you nervously, continuously glancing between you and the man and woman in the corner. she’s huddled into herself. her hair is tied back into a low ponytail, fingers anxiously playing with the edges of her sleeves. 

the girl stands protectively in front of her, arms crossed over her chest, though you can see how nervous she is. her nails dig into her hands. her long, black hair is covered in dirt. grass stains her white t-shirt.

chishiya stands next to you as you make your way further into the room. you keep your back against a wall but stay near the door. 

“registration closed,” the announcement chimes. “game difficulty: four of diamonds. rules: players must use the switches to turn on the lightbulb. when the door is closed, players may flip any switch. while the door is open, players may only flip the switch once. the door will not close if someone is in the room or if a switch is flipped. game clear: players unanimously answer which switch turns on the light. game over: the water reaches the current lines.” 

the nervous woman reaches up, touching one of the sparking lines. she gasps before falling to the ground - dead. you scoff. “stupid.” 

“what should we do?” the girl asks. “it’s a 50/50 chance if we flip one now, right?” 

“66%.” the woman in sunglasses corrects. she raises her arm, using them to push her bangs back. 

you wade through the water, standing in front of the switches. “close the door.” you order. she looks over at the woman and man in the room. 

“do it.” the woman says, almost annoyed. 

once the door is closed, you flip the ‘A’ switch. “what do we do now?” 

“we wait.” 

“wait? the water level is rising! we’re gonna run out of time!” 

“we won’t.” the woman wearing sunglasses smirks at you. 

“how do you know?” the girl asks. 

chishiya scoffs from his position against the wall. “this game is simple. close the door, turn a switch, and wait for the water to rise a little. after a few minutes, turn it off and open the door and turn another switch. if it doesn’t turn on, touch the light bulb. they get hot from the electricity. it it’s hot, then it’s the ‘A.’ if not, it’s ‘C.’” 

the woman and man share a glance between themselves before they look back at you and chishiya. you lean against the wall next to the switches, waiting for the water level to rise. “what’s with the wrist bands?” you ask. 

after some hesitation, the man answers. “we’re part of a community.” 

“a community?” you repeat. “interesting.” 

the water level continues to rise, reaching from around your shins all the way up to your waist. the girl stands up on her toes every now and then, water reaching high up on her chest. “shouldn’t we turn it off now?” 

“that should be long enough,” you agree, reaching over to turn the switch off. the girl forces the door open, anxiously looking between you and the light bulb. you flip the ‘B’ switch, waiting a few seconds. when nothing happens, you turn it back off. “go touch the bulb.” 

the girl makes her way into the room, jumping up to feel the light bulb. she flinches, pulling her hand back. “it’s hot!” 

“it’s switch A.” the woman in sunglasses says. the water stops running, lights turning back on. 

“game cleared,” an announcement chimes. “congratulations.” 

you follow chishiya out of the room, making your way back up the staircase. you leave the phone back on the table when the woman and man call out to you. 

“hey,” the woman calls. “we see potential in you. would you like to join us?” 

you share a glance with chishiya before you step forwards. “we’d love to.” you ignore chishiya’s questioning glare burning into you, following the two away from the game and into a car driving down to the coast. 

they lead you into a luxurious hotel with the word ‘beach’ spray painted over the name in red paint. “welcome to the beach!” a man greets. his long hair has been pulled back into a ponytail. he’s wearing a button down shirt and the same wrist band as the others in the room. the man and woman from the game stand behind him, joined by a woman wearing all black and a man balancing a rifle on his shoulder. “my friends here tell me they think you have potential. we hope you’ll join us.” 

“of course we will.” chishiya elbows your ribs, glaring at you. 

“did you bring us here to get us killed?” he whispers, eyeing the people in front of you. 

you smirk at him. “of course.” 

“we won’t hurt you,” the leader says. “we want you to help us. to join us.” 

“speak for yourself,” a man holding the rifle scoffs. 

“niragi.” he backs off at the sound of his name. the man from the game gestures for him to follow, leaving the room.

“watch your back, blondie,” he sneers before following him out.

chishiya glances at you for a second before turning back to them. “i can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” 

#chishiya x reader #aib x reader #chishiya fluff #aib fluff #chishiya x male reader #aib x male reader #chishiya one shot #chishiya imagine #chishiya drabble #chishiya scenario #aib drabble #aib scenario #aib one shot #aib imagine #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #aib x you #aib x y/n #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland x male reader #alice in borderland x you #alice in borderland x y/n #male reader #gn reader #fem reader #aib chishiya

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Oh dear Patchy, I seem to be having a villain problem, one Shigaraki Tomura, to be exact. If it's not too much trouble, could you brew me up a little something to help?

(I adore your games and am practically vibrating to see everyone's potions!)

Hello dear traveler, I am so very excited to meet with you; I always love seeing new faces around here and providing them with all the potions their heart needs.

And I do very much thank you for your kind words, I do try hard to curate the best possible outcome for those that ask for my services, and I hope I am able to provide the same for you.

You knew you weren’t suppose to like him. Knew that, as a person of your status there were certain rules that pertained to you and how you could be associated with; and especially certain rules on who you may court and unltimately marry.

And a cobbler was certainly not one of them.

Especially one that worked within darkness and shadow, and though he was incredibly skilled, he was always covered in filth from the dyes and waxes he used. And yet Shigaraki Tomura was the one your heart gravitated to.

You didn’t see him as lowly or filthy, you just saw him as a man who was passionate about his work; and how that passion overtook the need for appearances. You would admit, however, that light, being within the warmth of the sun, would do him many favours; but you understood why he lived the way he lived. And you couldn’t help but constantly partake in his services.

Over and over again you would visit his little cart, buying shoes you had no need for just for the chance of a brief interaction with him, only for said shoes to be neatly tucked away within your wardrobe - to never be worn or see the light of day - for they were too pretty, and you wished not to wreak his craftsmenship.

That being said, you had no issue tearing, bending, snapping, and overall breaking those shoes you did own - ones made by other hands - just so you could have yet another excuse to ask for his assistance in repairing them; they always did end up looking better than before when crafted by his hands.

Though you cared little about status, or money, you knew that if you truly wished to follow your heart, you had to actually act on it; you could not just rely on spending your coin on his services and prendting it meant anything more any longer.

But the problem was, he never spoke to you. Only curt nods and hums in response to your greetings, questions, and gratitude. How were you suppose to follow your heart if you did not know if where you heart led to was one of promise?

You supposed that was the structure of what love was; that oft times you would have to go through heartache and rejection in order to find where it was meant to go. But rejection you could handle, it was the unknown due to his lack of proper interaction with you that left you stumped on what to do.

And, as a last resort, you went went to a peddler.

For desperate times called for despereate measure; and though you didn’t believe potions were anything more than coloured and oddly tasting liquid that truly didn’t do much, you were willing to believe and take a chance this once if it meant it could help you with your current struggle.

She bestowed to you a bright golden liquid, a flare of sun, with the promise that one touch would allow a person to see the brightness of the world around them; and what better way to make him speak the truths in his heart over that?

You had your doubts, of course you did. Words tied together in riddles always left your skeptical over if it was truly authenticious; but there was no harm in tyring. No harm in placing a few drops on yet another slipper whose heel you had purposefully broken for him to touch and fix.

Which you did, not waitied on baited breathe when you handed over the limp and lifeless shoe his way; eyes looking fondly, as they always had, when turned the slipper over and over and inspected it.

“I like when you visit” he mumbled, hands already beginning his work as he began delicately hammer small nails in place.

“Pardon?” You retorted, head shaking to break you out of any posible stupor you might have found yourself in - clearly not believing he was speaking to you.

“I like when you visit” He mumbled again, though more clearly “I like it when you’re around, I think your company is lovely.”

He finally looked up at you, briefly, but you still managed to catch his eye; and how bright they were. His ruby eyes, normally so dull and lifeless as they regarded you, were full of life and brighter than ever before - like a shimmer jewel. You coudln’t help but admit that perhaps the peddler was right, especially at his next words.

“I would love more of it, if possible.”

I do hope you kept some of that potion, it is always useful to garner truth out of people - should you want it. Though I will advise, and allow you to advise your new partner, avoid looking at bright lights for the next day or so - you might end up temporarily blind.

#i do hope you like this #sorry its shorter than the others #i am assuming these potions will be #i am exhausted #but nonetheless I hope this is what you are looking for! #🔮.the peddler answeres #🔮.traveler fuzz #🔮.the peddler's peculiar potion sale #shigaraki x reader

[blocky-tides]

hello! spotify wrapped drabble ask game: 9 for crimeboys?

9 - punk police (unknown virus 5.) by ho99o and n8noface

heavy bass thumps through tommy's body as he weaved his way though the crowd, drifting toward the edge where wilbur stood, waitiing for him.

"wilbur! i got the goods!" tommy shouted out, stuggling to be heard of the loud music and the din of the crowd.

wilbur pulled tommy closer to him as soon as tommy reached grabbing distance, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to guide him away, further into the train yard where the pop-up show was held. the gradual absense of music made their ears ring from the loss.

"are you pumped tommy? your first time putting your first original tag down!" using his arm that was wrapped around tommy to pull him into a tight hug, almost making them fall into the sharp gravel.

"oh, piss off wilbur. you're the one who dragged me out here to put my tag next to yours because you love me." tommy drawled out the last few words, trying to escape from wilbur's grip.

after a few minutes of conversation they finally arrived. it was an unremarkable train car, almost undistinguishable from all the other graffiti train cars that sat rotting in the yard.

right in the middle was wilbur's tag. a fancy 'wilbur soot' in a glitchy font-style that reminded him of wilbur's windows 94 twitch theme. underneath it was a small row of the animals from wilbur's albums; the anvil cat, the pebblebrain seagull and the others. a few other graffiti pieces done by friends that wilbur has dragged over the years filled the canvas.

"so, big man." tommy questioned after soaking in the view, "it's your train car, where did you want me to put it?"

wilbur smiled indulgently at him, "why don't you put it above mine?" pausing before adding teasingly, "if you could reach though is the question."

"fuck you man!" tommy lightly shoved at wilbur, "i can reach! just because you are freakishly tall doesn't mean i'm not tall."

taking out the spray paint out of his backpack, bright red of course. tommy shook it listening to the satisfing sound of the metal ball rattling around the can, mixing the paint.

after testing spraying it to let the excess air out tommy started on his tag. making sure his lines were straight and that there would mild to no drip onto wilbur's old works. adding the star on top of the i as the finishing touch. stepping back he admired his work.

tommyinnit stood out in fresh bold bright red letters with a smiley face hidden in the curve of the o.

checking to see wilbur's reaction, he was surprised to see wilbur already looking back at him with an incredibly fond expression covering his face, complete with a gooey grin.

wilbur walked closer to tommy cupping his hands around tommy's face, cooing, "look at you toms. following in you big brother footsteps. you're growing up in front of my two eyes."

grumbling, feeling his face turning red from wilbur's complement. tommy quickly deflected, "shut up and hurry on taking a picture. i'm freezing my ass off here."

wilbur laughed, giving tommy's cheeks a final pinch. he let go, drawing his phone out of his pocket to take a picture of tommy's work to later send to everyone and brag.

"come on, let's go. we don't want my little brother getting cold now." wilbur tucked tommy under his coat as they turned around to leave. 

#requests are still open #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #tides writes

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 33

*Warning - Adult Content*

Nabokov's receptionist/secretary had chosen the wrong vocation. 

Her long red hair and emerald eyes were meant to be displayed on a cover of a fashion magazine. 

Damien was certain that the big office covered beautiful long legs and that she put it in them in value with a short skirt. 

Damien's predictions were proven true when the receptionist stood up to escort him to the office of Asshole of the Year, a.k.a., Alexander Nabokov. 

The two entered the office, which looked like a multi-million dollar apartment. 

Damien wondered if it was Nabokov's very intention. 

The receptionist walked with confidence and Damien noticed that at every step taken, her black leather skirt rose slightly. 

She stopped in front of the door that led to the room where the infamous pool game had taken place last night. 

The images of the kisses couldn't refrain from bursting into Damien's head, who tried to push them back to the depths of his subconscious, as if they had never happened. 

The redhead opened the door and positioned herself in front of it, leaving Damien to sneak in before she herself entered the room. 

The place was exactly like Damien had left it, several hours ago. 

Impeccably clean and sumptuous. 

Nevertheless, he experienced a new feeling regarding the room. 

His eyes flew spontaneously to the pool table and he began walking slowly toward it, for a reason that he himself didn't know. 

Perhaps it was a feeling of masochism that took him suddenly. 

His mind ventured elsewhere, wandering toward the things this pool table had witnessed. 

The things he was doing everything in his power to write off his mind. 

Only the receptionist's voice succeeded, more or less, in bringing it back to reality.

"Mr Nabokov would appreciate it if you could wait for him here. Please, put yourself at ease. Do you have any request or would you like something?" the redhead asked Damien in a voice that was far too professional, that it sounded like a programmed robot.

‘Yes, to get the hell out of there,’ Damien wanted to answer but abandoned that idea.

"No, thank you," Damien said with his most beautiful false smile, before setting his eyes back on the pool table.

The redhead offered him a smile that highlighted her white teeth.

"Perfect," she exclaimed joyfully.

The door that Damien heard closing a few seconds later signaled him that his guide had vacated the room, leaving him in this breathtaking place all alone. 

This room that kept reminding him of memories he didn't want to replay in his head. 

Damien appeared in front of the table and gently touched it, reminding himself of yesterday night. 

He placed the bag containing his laptop on the table and stared thoughtfully at it for a long time. 

A deep sigh of irritation against himself escaped his mouth as he moved away from the billiard table toward the chimney. 

While walking cautiously, he couldn't miss the conspicuous dishes accompaniments that were on the table. 

When he saw some cheesecakes adorning the table, Damien rolled his eyes. 

He didn't remember being offered this kind of catering service at Nick's software presentation. 

Had Nabokov conveniently forgotten the specific reason for this ‘summons’ because Damien clearly hadn't. 

He was there for a reason and a reason only, introduce the improvements of Nick's software and then get out of the here as fast as possible and never re-cross Nabokov's path. 

Damien had no idea what the man was trying to achieve by setting up another small buffet, as if they were going to eat and chill like two long-time friends and forget what had happened a few hours ago. 

Deciding to pretend that the few plates of cheese, exotic fruits, bread, sandwiches, cheesecakes, to name only them, weren't there, Damien took a seat on the leather sofa in front of the burning fireplace. 

He found a small space on the wooden table next to the plate of cheese to store his laptop. 

He placed his left foot on his right leg, while ejecting a frustrated sigh, waiting firmly for the billionaire who should arrive at any minute now. 

Damien was in no way in advance, being deliberately thirty minutes late to his ‘rendezvous’. 

So, it naturally came as a surprise to him that Nabokov wasn't already there, waiting for him. 

He didn't know how long he would stay here before Nabokov arrived. 

Not that he minded the Russian's absence which accommodated him well and allowed him to breathe the air properly and act naturally. 

He decided to take advantage of this free time to call Craig for the umpteenth time in the day. 

With no real surprise, Craig didn't answer, nor the SMS that Damien sent ten seconds later after the call. 

That didn't stop Damien from writing a long SMS text for the third time offering Craig his sincerest apologies, without mentioning or explaining the real reasons that led him to ignore the calls in the first place. 

Damien planned to do this face to face, even if it required him to gather all his courage to achieve doing so.

 He had no choice, because if he chose to do it by text, Craig would most likely be more irritated by the precarious situation and that, Damien wanted to prevent it at all costs.

"Good evening, Damien."

Damien's fingers abruptly stopped their fuss on the phone's keypad, stopping at the same time, the writing of the text that he was planning to send to Craig. 

He was startled and raised his head abruptly, meeting Nabokov's always gorgeous and evergreen gaze. 

The Russian man stood in front of him, a few inches from the fireplace, hands in the pockets of his pants, his indecipherable mask revealing no emotion. Damien's heart beat with acceleration by the spirt Nabokov's unexpected and silence appearance in the room had caused. 

Concentrated fiercely on his phone, Damien didn't notice, nor heard Nabokov gush like Batman into the room. 

He stared at Nabokov with astonishment that he hoped didn't appear too much on his face. 

His features hardened quickly and he looked angrily at Nabokov before shifting his head forward, acting as if the billionaire wasn't in the room with him. 

Which was obviously hard for Damien as the smell of Nabokov's cologne rose to his nose and his imposing body was quite hard to ignore.

"You aren't talking to me anymore?" Nabokov questioned him with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Damien didn't move like he was some statue, keeping his head forward, his features hardening even more. 

He had decided he wouldn't speak or respond to Nabokov if it had nothing to do with the reason he was here. 

Nick's software would be the sole subject that would be discussed. 

Damien wouldn't be changing his mind.

"So, how do you plan on presenting the software if you won't talk to me?" the billionaire inquired, this hint of amusement not leaving his voice.

Damien didn't flinch, sulking. 

Admittedly, he felt ridiculous for acting foolishly like some spoiled child who had been refused a candy but that was his way of protesting against Nabokov's blackmail. 

He was forced to be there, against his will. 

By the tone of his voice, Nabokov seemed to take a certain pleasure in Damien's immature ways.

"Unless you came here to do something that doesn't require much discussion."

Damien hastily bobbed his head towards Nabokov, glaring ferociously at the man. 

He could no longer keep this silence going, though he had no idea what would be coming out. 

Nabokov was playing with words and Damien was unsure of the Russian's intention with this phrase that could have a completely different meaning. 

Damien had come to the conclusion that Nabokov was only trying to get an emotional reaction out of him, as he constantly did. 

Damien didn't intend on giving him this satisfaction but he was unable to remain impassive. 

Nabokov, on the other hand, stayed stolid, staring at Damien with such neutrality that it made Damien dubious if the ambiguous sentence really had a double meaning.

"And what would that thing be?" Damien questioned him, his tone bitter.

Damien was no longer certain if he wanted to discover the billionaire's answer. Nabokov only shrugged nonchalantly.

"You tell me. You're the one who's remaining silent," Nabokov replied promptly in a dull tone.

Damien didn't know what to say to that. 

He sighed softly with exasperation, dropping his phone on the table and taking the computer bag that he laid on his legs. 

He took the laptop out of the suitcase and open it abruptly.

"Can we start so I can go home?" Damien emitted with irritation, looking at the screen of his computer with a false attention.

Receiving no answer, Damien looked up at Nabokov who was carefully scrutinizing him shamelessly, with a meager smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You're in a hurry. Do you have to go somewhere after?" Nabokov asked.

Damien smiled at him sarcastically.

"That's none of your business."

"Okay, I take that as a no," he interrupted Damien unreservedly.

Not giving Damien any time to reply, Nabokov took a few steps, before sitting on the sofa placed on the side of the one where Damien was sitting on, offering Nabokov his profile and an excellent view of his jaw clenched in annoyance. 

When Nabokov took one of the three bottles of wine that was placed in the silver bowl, which he opened and poured into a glass. 

Damien could only fix the scene in silence as if it were a show unfolding before him.

When Nabokov's eyes met his, Damien quickly turned his eyes away.

"Wine?"

Damien didn't deign look at Nabokov, staring at his screen and playing with the keyboard.

"No," Damien answered dryly.

"Water perhaps?"

Damien let three seconds pass before replying, refraining from sighing of irritation.

"No," he answered roughly.

"Okay, you can serve yourself when you feel like it," Nabokov let him know with a hoarse voice that was close to boredom.

[smorgasbordofobsessions]

liveblog: yugioh! s411-415

ep411

which is stronger: the belief in the heart of the cards or the seal of orichalcos

ep412

wow they really tried to make yami look cool on a horse just now

"[this world's] been poisoned by mankind"

oh lord here we go

rafael's fit and has skill with axes

oh a sunwirse at the start of thir duel how poetic and symbolic

"i'll start things off if you don't mind" i doactually

i just figured out how to do fucking indent bullet points!!

you have to press "space" at the very start of a new black bullet point

this is game-changing i didn't know that i could do this on this new post editor

and going back to regular black bullet points is a backspace

wow ohymgod this has lowkey bothered me for ages now and i finally figured it out by accident wow thank you yami

you want me to believe that rafael was shipwrecked then spent three years alone on an island donig near nothing but playing duel monsters? um okay

"well life is sad" i mean yes but calm down bro

rafael is saying that his dueling cards saved him from losing his mind but honestly the argument could be made that he DID lose his mind since he saw them without projectors

okay so if rafael didn't like "the real world" then why didn't he just.. go back to his island

also! if you think that people are evil then.. why are you yourself alive?

the kuriboh brothers!

"my cat's coughed up hairballs scarier than that thing"

hm 5 kuribohs = 1 large kuriboh

"your multi-colored pom-pom sisters"

ep413

dark magician girl <3

oh AND the eye of tomias!

they fused and turned into dark magician girl the dragon knight

rafael talking mad shit and how yami/yugi feels about his cards

"how do you kow you weren't an evil pharaoh"

"well the people you saved were evil so that mens you are too"

?? no???? literally doen't wrork like that??

how does te stone of orichalcos "know" who's "good" or "evil"

hm... does the stone mess up people's thinking?

haha okay yugi and i think the same

yam played the card and yugi disappeared and yami IMMEDIATELY asked himself "what have i done?"

ep414

hm.. so.. if the seal of orichalcos can tell wh's good or bad but it only works on those who are pure then i'm not understanding how yami can use it if he's "evil"?

yami is having a long ass turn though

hm so orichalcos just "reveals" one's nature?

but are we then ignring the fact that ancient power corrupts???

hm

yami lost the duel and this was honestly the most informative duel even if i am a bit confused about the use/purpose of orichalcos

so yugi waitied until the very end to use the power of the millenium puzzle to break orichalcos haha

YAMI IS CRYING

yo my eyes watered as well

yami :'(

ep415

yami riding the horse despondently haha

rebecca's acting like her and yugi had spoken everyday like y'all dead met maybe once or twice???? calm down

also you can be a great pharaoh and still fuck up like those aren't mutually exclusive concepts

ANYWAYS

the one thing i'm liking about this season so far is actually the more complex reasoning behind people's motivatios - even if i definitely don't agree with their line of thinking, though i understand how they got there

"then you need to clean out your ears, you oversized baboon"

atually rafaels not to blame

"and no one likes being a butt!"

rex and weevil want to join dartz's team

they've officially joined

joey called kaiba to get a ride to florida and kaiba literally sees how despondent yami is and gets angry that yugi lost to someone else and "lost" his title of "king of games" but he's fake angry because kaiba KNOWS that yugi wouldn't be acting so morose if he lost

kaiba is SUCH an intersting character

#yugioh #ygo #liveblog

[orange-lover]

why gay crazyfrog

also i think soup is the gender one im really jealous of your gender i need to absorb it into my own being

hehehehe i appreciate that.. i am one million gender and i Will find more

#davepeta talks #asks #coelacat #waity ask game #ask game

[canonicallysoulmates]

The podcast thing premiered and while I have zero interest in it Jared and Jensen are in the first two episodes so I sat down and listened to them and now I’m gonna give y’all a speedrun of what was said so you don’t have to- unless you want to then do whatever the fuck you want.

This post contains both episodes the boys are in thus it got really long so I will be putting the contents of the second ep under a read more.

The first episode is about the Pilot- sort of the first half is more about the casting process the boys went through but we’ll get into that; I absolutely hate the music in this, you know how music can influence your emotions? There’s sounds that make you happy, sounds that make you sad, the music in this makes me angry. My brain no likey.

From here on Rob Benedict will appear as RB and Richard Speight Jr. as RS. This is just for convenience sake.

RB and RS do get some things right at the beginning: j2 are the leads of the show, the core of the show is the brother’s relationship, and without the two of them there would be no show.

They do a quick recap of the episode.

RB reveals that he has never seen the Pilot before, he watched it for the first time a couple days prior to recording this. *internally screams* 🙃

Moving on, Jared remembers the casting and the filming for the Pilot pretty clearly. He thinks it's because shooting the Pilot was like a movie. They had months to get used to the script and get to know their characters when they did the Pilot.

Jared compared their audition more to a meeting because he and Jensen already had a relationship with WB, they had both done work for them at the time. He also remembers how since there was no SM they would be swapped for radio press tours meaning if Jensen did a press tour then the next time it would be his turn and vice versa. So they’d have to wake up at like 2:45am in Van to be on the phone call at 3 to do an interview that would air at 6 in the east coast and they’d do like 4 hours worth of radio interviews before going to set to film.

They both remember meeting each other. They didn’t have a traditional chemistry read, the network studio test acted as their chemistry read.

They both knew David Nutter, and Kripke prior to the audition. Jared had met Nutter when he was a guest star on an episode of ER that Nutter directed and Kripke he met independently. Jensen knew Nutter from Smallville because he had directed the Pilot for that show.

Jensen tells how when he read for David and Kripke at Wonderland, he read for Sam originally and then asked if he could read for Dean. They looked at each other, shared a laugh and told him he didn’t have to, the first time Jensen read for Dean was at the ranch when he met Jared.

Jared had a holding deal with WB when he originally read for Sam, which meant he couldn’t audition for any other network. Kripke thought he was great but they were looking for a smart Duchovny type and he didn’t think Jared fit the bill so, Spilo, Jared’s manager, told him how smart Jared actually is and about his academic achievements.

When it comes to the chemistry with Jensen, Jared says he felt it kinda instantly. He remembers his and Jensen’s first convo in detail, and it’s actually kind of cute to hear him describe how it went because he describes how Jensen went slowly softening up as their conversation progressed.

Jensen used to be a little shit, he shares that back in the day when he would be in the audition waiting rooms he would start making small talk with the people that seemed the most nervous- those that were pacing, sitting in their chairs rocking a little bit, reading their lines over and over again. He’s not sure if he did it just to eliminate the tension in the room or if he was just messing with them doing it to knock them off their game but he liked popping that little bubble of focus 😂

And then RB asks if he thinks that’s what he was doing to Jared in that moment when he initiated conversation with him in the audition waiting room, Jensen he says no because they weren't going against each other. And then Jared mentions how even to this day once you’re about to test for a studio network you've signed a 6yr contract so if you go to the waiting room and they say they’ll take you that’s the next 6 years of your life, so you want to get to know the person you may be spending the next 6 years with; he also makes a comparison to marriage and how it’s like if you have 10 minutes before having to get married to this person you wanna ask the important stuff like where they’re from and the family history.

We have reached the around halfway mark into the podcast and you know it’s halfway because of the annoying loud music that slightly overlaps with the talking for no real reason. This is where we would usually hear sponsors but they don’t have any so it’s just this pointless addition.

Asked if they felt they had something at the time when they finished shooting the Pilot. Jared says that Peter Roth who was running WB studios at the time believed in the show and believed in him and Jensen, and Jared hadn’t realized how much he believed in them until after the fact. Because at the time they were hiring big names and really talented people, and spending a ton of money doing long days, their cinematographer had won an Oscar for a short film he had directed so they were surrounded by people that had either been working for years and/or were outrageously talented so he knew they had made a great product but the industry is intense you don’t really know what’s going to happen. He knows he has a job after getting a check in the mail after having filmed it; mentions how he had done a few Pilots prior to spn and how Jensen even did a show where he shot 7 eps only for FOX to shelve it after putting 15million dollars into it.

They start mentioning shows that came out in the 2004-2006 era and RB mentions a show he was in called Threshold, mistake on his part because they start ribbing him about it which was actually pretty funny especially since he actually sounded flustered.

RS says visually the Pilot is more lit like a horror movie, it's darker. Jared says that was the initial idea but that’s unsustainable; they would have 3 hour lighting set ups sometimes. In the time that it took to shoot the Pilot they could have shot 2 episodes.

When they shot the Pilot how much did they think about what their characters situation was in terms of like the scene where Dean says “Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days” and did they think about what their life was cause Dean essentially didn’t have a home? Jensen ties it in to the question of when they knew that they had something that could be a success, and says that he thinks it was the day they shot that particular scene of Dean saying “Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days” which is also when they shot the fight scene between the brothers in Sam’s apartment, and also matching that with when he saw the playback of him kicking the door in when Jess is on fire and Dean goes back for Sam, he remembers seeing the shot and thinking ‘that’s some heroic shit’ and thinking they could get 3 or 4 seasons out of the show. Also, the same day they shot that fight scene they went outside that night to shoot the final scene of the episode.

Jared shares how the end sequence of the Pilot was multi part, so they shot Dean kicking in the door, Sam getting cookies and laying on the bed, seeing Jess’s body on location at USC. Then in a studio they shot the wide angle Nutter wanted of Sam on the bed with the room on fire with live fire; they filmed that part, Sam on the bed with the fire all around him and Dean running in and grabbing him with actual fire, there was even a whole fire department on the sidelines. Safety people told him that as soon as he got warm to run, and Jensen remembers there was a take where Jared was really emotional and he was fighting so hard against him, and Jensen started to feel warm and instead of him going ‘we gotta go!’ he said ‘i’m getting hot we gotta go!’ 😂

Neither of them were around when they shot Jess and Mary on the ceiling so they don’t know how that was filmed. They met Sam Smith and JDM the day the scene where Mary burns up was filmed.

Everyday was a big day, and there were a lot of long days. Jared remembers Jensen telling him about Ray LaMontagne's debut album, and he got the CD (which is freaking adorable that he would go get a CD just because Jensen told him about it) and he thinks he managed to go through the entire album in the time it took him to drive from his house in North Hollywood to the set. And there was one day when they didn’t shoot anything after lunch; it’s when Sam pulls up and the woman in white appears and you see the inside of the house, after lunch they start setting something up, 6 hours later it still isn’t finished so the boys got sent home.

Kripke never gave them info about what was going to happen, the boys were along for the ride just like everyone else only finding things out as they got their scripts. And that model never really changed, there were a few episodes like French Mistake where they got called up and asked how they felt about it, but for the most part they would find things out as they got scripts; and Kripke didn’t share what he was planning with anybody.

To wrap it up, do they remember the moment they saw the Impala and thought it was a cool car? Jensen remembers reading it in the script, it was talking about a classic car and he thought it was going to be something like a Mustang or a Challenger so the Impala was kind of left field in the best way possible.

Jared recalls how in one of the first conversations he had with Kripke he asked him if he had read Joseph Cambell and Jared replied that he had because his mom taught Heroes, Myths and Legends in High School and was an English Major, and his family is big on reading so he was familiar with the archetypes and classic story tropes; and he’s also always been a 60’s Chevy or classic car fan. His first ever car was a '61 Camero which he’s almost done restoring he’s been working on it for the past 10yrs, and also had a ‘65 Mustang which he restored a bit and then sold so he’s always been into late ‘60’s muscle cars so seeing Baby for the first time was like ‘Yeah!’ he’s not sure he had ever seen one before in his life.

Like I said, that wraps up the….interview(?) portion of the podcast. Then they say there are upcoming messages but there are none so that’s pointless.

They are doing a bitch count to count how many times in the series ‘bitch’ or ‘son of a bitch’ were said *long suffering sigh*

They’re also highlighting things that make the show a little dated like the computer monitors. Doing a creepy kid count. They share some random trivia about the ep like how the note from Jessica on the cookies was written by Holly Ollis the long time publicist at the WB. Or how this is one of two eps fimed in the US, the other being the Bloodlines backdoor pilot.

The speak a little bit on the mythology of the ep, and RB does one of the- if not the worst pronunciation of La Llorona I've ever heard. They allegedly did re-search for this but they couldn't find the man a clip to help him learn how to say Llorona properly.

They go through the cast a la IMDB and if you stick around past the end music there’s some excerpts tucked away one being Jared sharing a story about how he used to get mistaken for Barry Watson - an actor on 7th Heaven - and one time his girlfriend at the time, Sandy, was flying to Van to see him and the guy sitting next to her had asked what she was headed to Van for, she told him it was to visit her boyfriend who's filming a show and when she tells him what show it is the guy went "no way, is he the short one or the one from 7th Heaven?".

Moving on to Wendigo.

RS for some reason says they talk about Kim Manners but I listened to this whole thing and unless I zoned out, which is admittedly a very real possibility, they don’t actually talk about him they just mention him. I don’t know if they did talk about him and then it just got cut out and they forgot to edit the script. I do know I didn’t like the way RS talked about Manners though the way he says “he [Kim Manners] didn’t survive the run of the show, he passed away somewhere in there” it just sounded kind of flippant to me….I don’t know I didn’t like it.

Anyways same as the last, they do a mini recap of the ep before starting the interview portion.

Jared mentions how they call Wendigo episode number one. This is because Pilots are not numbered.

Four months passed between this episode being filmed and the Pilot.

When they got picked up, they had to travel to New York for the upfront presentations and afterwards they went to Nobu with some of the execs from the studio network. And that’s when Jared found out they wouldn’t be filming in LA that they’d be filming in Vancouver.

Jared and Jensen mention how they spend their summer between the filming of the Pilot and the filming of Wendigo together hanging out and doing their assigned fight training. Jensen shares the story about how one time their trainer put them in the ring to spar, Jared hit him hard on the nose and when he went to do it again Jensen got him with a right hook that made Jared’s ear ring which is when their trainer told them that was enough, got them out of the ring and never made them spar like that again.

This episode marks the beginning of the “Dean voice” and Jensen talks about how that came to be; that came about after meeting Jeffrey and seeing parts of the Pilot and seeing what he was doing as dad. Jensen figured if this is a first born son who idolizes his father, he wants to be like his father and is going to imitate him. And John has such a rich voice, maybe that’s something Dean inherited from his father and also leans into it a little bit to be like dad. It didn’t happen in the Pilot because he hadn't met Jeffrey and seen what he was going to do to the character yet, it wasn’t till he got to Van and started work on Wendigo that he realized that’s something he could add to the character.

They tell the Stanley Park story about how Kripke sat them down and told them the show boils down to them and their relationship.

RS didn’t know this is where the iconic line of “Saving people, hunting things. The family business” had come from *screams into the distance*

Jared is a big fan of Paul Newman and Robert Redford, and Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid so he freaked out a bit when he met Donnelly Rhodes told him what a big fan he was and asked him questions about his scene in the movie.

Then we reach the halfway point but instead of just music they pass the clip about how messages are coming. But they don't have sponsors.

David Nutter was the Pilot King, if he directed the Pilot of a show odds were it would get picked up. Supernatural was the 11th Pilot he did and 11th to go to series.

They mention Dawn who sort of inherited them when the WB- UPN merger happened and how she didn’t like them.

Jensen says he remembers Nutter never sitting down, he was always close to set, had an endless supply of energy even though you never saw him eat or drink anything, gentle with the actors.

Jared says he imagines that what Nutter realized is when shooting a Pilot cast it correctly, cast it with people whose instincts go towards what their characters will be and don’t overdirect them; Jared doesn’t feel he truly knew Sam until at least towards the end of the first season, he was still learning as an actor and he didn’t want the Pilot to be the best Sam Winchester is he’s gonna have to evolve, and Nutter seemed to get that he wasn’t a micromanager he set the scene and stage for them to do the best they could.

On the experience of forging the SPN crew family. For Jared from episode 1 to the Benders which was episode 15 he was focused on Jensen and Sam was focused on Dean. It wasn’t until he felt he had hit his stride with Sam that he realized he could spend time getting to know the crew cause several of his first eps were spend trying to learn things about Sam. So by the time he got to know them the crew had spend months seeing him and Jensen working together in concert in a friendly but creative, efficient way so there was a mutual trust there, they knew him and Jensen were good dudes who cared about what they were doing.

Jensen feels they got to know their crew quickly because it was just him and Jared so the crew was the extension of who they were surrounding themselves with and they quickly became bonded; they also had a lot of crew members they were contemporary in age with which helped.

They filmed the Pilot, then Wendigo then they did Hook Man which got moved because it needed more work, followed by Dead in the Water, and Phantom Traveler which is when they met Bob Singer who until then had been in LA essentially baby-sitting Kripke who was only around 30-33 when the show got picked up. That’s young for a showrunner so Singer was kind of hired to be the veteran and keep Eric within the lines.

At the end of the interview the boys talk a little bit about their projects.

Jared says Walker s2 will have 20 episodes. And also mentions that the prequel that was announced Walker: Independence has actually been in the works since January before Walker even premiered.

Jensen says the network has script in hand for the Winchesters and he should have news by January. This was recorded in 2021 by the way so that January means now not in 2023.

There's another clip announcing a message break that doesn’t go to messages. An excerpt from I think a future episode with Bob Singer where he tells the story about how originally Kripke had written the episode subsequent to the Pilot as a ghost story but the head of the WB didn’t want them to do another ghost story right after the Pilot so Kripke came up with the Wendigo and it was expensive and took like 10 days to film, and the network was not happy at the cost.

And by this time any shred of attention I was paying to this thing was gone so....

It wasn't as bad as it could have been however it's badly edited, I wouldn't consider it a re-watch podcast because first of all it seems Rob and Richard have only seen some episodes of the first season so they're not re-watching it they're watching it for the first time, they do so individually they don't share their experience watching it, and they don't go through the ep with the guests it's just general talk about the episode. The company producing this is apparently interested in listening to feedback and going to be making changes and so called improvements. So I don't know if these are things that will change.

Sincerely, I don't care. I have no plans to listen to more of this podcast, and quite frankly if the boys appear again I'm not sure I would listen to it. There were some interesting parts and I love listening to the boys talk but...let me put it this way there was a point where I paused this to go do something and then forgot it existed for like 20mins, if it hadn't been because I had my notes for this post open I would have forgotten that I hadn't finished listening. And that happened on the first episode.

This podcast is currently only available in audio form, I don't know if there are plans to ever release it in video format. If you wish to listen to the eps yourself you can find both episodes on Apple podcasts as Supernatural Then and Now.

#there is no link this time because i closed the tab without thinking and i don't care enough to go looking for it #j2 #mine #long post

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

You meet Vinnie after months of flirting with him online for the world to see

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Pairing: Vinnie hacker x reader

Author note: reader lives on the east coast.. maybe NYC

I don't give you permission to post my content anywhere

You grabbed your suitcase from the belt with a smile on your face. You were in Los Angeles ready to meet Vinnie who you have been flirting with non stop online, for the past 5 months.

You were a popular model who happened to had tiktok. At first you didn't notice Vinnie; he seemed like any other popular TikTok guy on the app, he never fazed you. That was until he had the guts to dm you.

Vinnie was so nervous when he decided to do that. He had a crush on you badly and he just couldn't shake it, so he decided to dm you and say hi at least.

He was shocked when you responded and keep talking to him. After a month you both were close and gathered each other's numbers to chat. You both became close friends and started to interact more for the world to see.

When he posted a tiktok you would always comment something corny in the replies. Vinnie would usually react with an emoji or a simple word, but you know those simple things held so much meaning. You caught on very quick that he liked you and you couldn't deny you didn't feel anything for him too.

So instead of holding back, you flirted.

You constantly commented on his Instagram, tiktok, and twitch. Every time he read them, Vinnie got excited at the thought of you speaking to him.

Behind the internet flirting, you would call/facetime Vinnie and text him. It was almost like you both were in a long distance relationship at this point.

You couldn't hold back anymore, you needed to see Vinnie for real.

You had let Alex know beforehand that you were coming, you wanted your showing up to be a surprise to Vinnie.

You got on a flight at around 11am with two bags and took the 3 hour trip to California. When you arrived it was 12pm on the west coast. You met up with jett who was going to drive you to the hype house. He was extremely excited that you were about to surprise Vinnie.

"he's going to be so shocked." He said as he drove. You laughed, rubbing your hands together. "I'm so excited to see him." You mumbled. "He's head over heels for you. He can't stop talking about you."

Jett pulled in front of sway house. You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car with jett.

The both of you walked inside and you were greeted by the other hype house members. They all knew you were coming except for Vinnie.

After you greeted them all it was time to go meet Vinnie. he was too busy playing videos games that he had no idea you were there.

You walked up the stairs with jett and Alex to Vinnie's room. Jett had the camera out recording as you knocked on the door. You heard a faint come in from the other side.

You opened the door seeing Vinnie sitting at his PC. "Hi Vinnie."

At the sound of your voice Vinnie looked up. His eyes widen and a gasp fell from his lips as he pulled his headphones off.

"y/n, what are you doing here?" He asked as he got up. He walked over to you and pulled you into a hug. "I came to visit you." You said with a chuckle.

Vinnie stood there shocked, he wasn't expecting you to be here in his presence. He's been waiting for this day and it was finally here, unexpectedly.

You pulled away and turned to Jett. "Ok, you two get out." Vinnie said, pushing the two guys out of the room. Before they could comment he shut the door and turned to you.

"I can't believe you're here," Vinnie said to you. You chuckled and bounced on your toes. "Were you gaming?"

You asked turning to desktops sitting in the corner. "Yeah, but I'm not live." He say walking over to the bed and sitting. "Come sit." Vinnie said with a smile.

you smiled as you sat beside him. "How are you." You asked him. "Better that you're here. Still in shock though." Vinnie pushed his hair back, the smile on his face couldn't seem to disappear.

"Im shocked too. I've been waiting for this and I'm finally meeting you." You leaned and placed your head against his shoulder. Vinnie smiled as he looked down at you. You turned your head and looked at him. A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you looked into his beautiful brown eyes. Vinnie's lips curved into a smile as his lips brushed against yours. You shut your eyes and let Vinnie make the move.

A few seconds of hesitation went by before Vinnie pressed his soft lips against yours. The kiss was small, but no denying you felt sparks as Vinnie slipped his tongue into your mouth for a second. Vinnie felt those sparks too. His hand grasped your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You whimpered before you pulled away.

Your rested your forehead against his, "I'm so happy I came." You whispered against Vinnie's lips as you ran your finger against his cheek. "I'm happy you came too." You smiled before you kissed Vinnie again.

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I didn't know how to end that. Not proof read so if I made a mistakes let me know

#vinnie hacker #Vinnie hacker x reader #Vinnie x reader #Vinnie hacker x you #Vinnie hacker x black reader

[neo-shitty]

gladius maximus (b.c)

prompt. #17 — “you can’t do that!” “watch me.” from @ficscafe​‘s dialogue prompt event and requested by @subways-stuff​

description. in which they didn’t tell you that superheroes didn’t always come in suits and capes. some came in casual clothes, OP gold swords and sparky hands.

pairings. son of zeus!bang chan x gender-neutral reader who can see through the mist

genre. (an attempt at) comedy, fantasy, action, fluff (?), pjo!au

warnings. a monster is slayed here, nothing but the typical pjo violence.

word count. 2.8k

notes. please do not ask me about the title. i wrote a sequel-ish for this story and you can read star lost here! :)

You tried to stay as still and as quiet as you could. Which was hard considering that there was nothing but a chunk of metal shielding you from the monster that made itself at home on the otherwise barren rooftop.

It all happened too quickly. One second you were just leaning against the barricade of the building’s rooftop, breathing in the view of the cityscape as a form of relaxation after surviving yet another hectic day. A loud flap from a pair of wings and a near-miss with sharp claws later, you were now slumped against the back of an insufferably smelly garbage trunk in desperation to stay alive.

This was supposed to be my safe place, you thought. It was ironic, really, now that you felt anything but safe.

You had your fair share of seeing otherworldly creatures but you’ve never had an encounter as close as this one. You thought that if you pretended you couldn’t see them then they wouldn’t take notice of your presence either. That didn’t seem to be the case with this creature in particular. It swooped down from a high altitude so quickly that you barely had any time to react before it landed on the spot where you once stood. You only figured it wasn’t friendly at the last moment. Thankfully, it was just enough time for you to escape unharmed.

You didn’t have enough time to study it and right now, you were too scared to even peek and spare it a glance. You imagined it was just as large as the garbage trunk, but not large enough to easily trample your hiding spot or throw it aside. Its grumbles panned from loud to quiet, as if it were pacing around the rooftop to find you. The thought made you laugh to yourself. For such a big, scary creature, it wasn’t all that smart. It evened things out.

You shook your head and reminded yourself that there was still a grave matter at hand.

The pulsing in your ear was still loud, but willing your mind to calm down seemed to work in clearing your thoughts out. The initial panic was beginning to die down and your heart finally seized trying to leap out of your ribcage. Slowly, you listed your options down.

The doorway leading back to the stairwell was only a few feet away. If you ran fast enough, you’d be able to reach it in seconds. The problem was that the creature was faster than you were. It could be anywhere on the platform and it could reach you way before you could safely make your exit. You shuddered at the thought of being caught; you didn’t want to become someone’s—or something’s, rather—dinner tonight.

Dashing for the exit was possible but only if luck was on your side. Any delay on the creature’s part could be crucial (and beneficial) to your survival. If not that, you could always yeet yourself off the building and hope the fall wouldn’t be too bad. Except you were on the rooftop of a building that was a dozen storeys high and there were no safety nets present to catch you.

You thought of sitting it out, playing a waiting game with the predator until it grew tired and set out for another prey. You’ve read about such things happening in books, something on Natural Selection and how survival wasn’t always about being the fittest but also being the smartest as well. But what you thought of doing wasn’t particularly smart either. And as the creature snarled when it got a quiff of your scent again, inching closer and closer to your hiding place, waiting things out didn’t secure your survival at all.

You were running out of time. You’ve laid all your possible options down and none of them secured a hundred percent life rate. Stay put, jump off or run. Only one out of the three didn’t scream certain death upon execution.

Either you moved now, or you might as well be monster dinner.

Snagging one of your sneakers off your foot, you prayed that the lucky shoe would cause enough distraction to deter the creature’s attention away from you. Hopefully, it’d buy you enough time to make your get away.

With little skill and poor aim, you threw the shoe overhead. It landed on a metal plate, rattling as it rolled over and over until it eventually lost momentum. The creature didn’t waste a second of its time, pouncing off the bin as it ran after the Converse. You stared in disbelief, finding it hard to process that a plan that stupid (and circumstantial) worked. Maybe luck was on your side tonight.

You took it as your cue to make your escape. Scooting slowly out of your hiding place, you ran the other way and in the direction of the door to the stairwell. Too easy, you thought, it was almost unbelievable.

Of course, like every other thing that came easy to you, you jinxed it.

Before you could reach the door, it swung open—hard—and it slammed against the wall beside the doorway. You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from cursing at the boy who opened it. Great, now your little distraction trick was pointless. The creature turned its head, eyes ogling out of their sockets at the sight of two juicy meal options. Drool dripped down its beak and on to the ground beneath it—on to your shoe.

You only had a moment to mourn over your soiled shoe before the creature shrieked, bending its legs as it prepared to launch itself for attack. You stood frozen in terror, your feet seemingly glued to the cemented floor as you locked eyes with the beast. Its eyes reminded you of your cat’s; thin black slits surrounded by a pool of gold. So hypnotizing but also terrifying.

You were knocked out of your own thoughts when you were dragged aside.

“Get behind me.”

The voice came from the stranger who opened the stairwell door—the culprit responsible for getting both your asses into a tight pinch. You wanted to snap at him and ask him what in the world he was thinking, like it would be physically possible to one-up a creature twice as large as him. It was stupid, you thought, he was stupid.

“You can’t do that,” you blurted out.

The boy’s stance didn't waver, but he turned his head slightly to answer you. “Can’t do what?”

“Face that thing off? Are you stupid?”

You could hear the smirk in his tone when he spoke. “Watch me.”

But he sounded so sure that it convinced you to stay put and stand behind him. Who were you to choose? You had nothing to lose. At least you weren’t the first one the monster would make a meal out of, and you always had the chance to leave the boy on his own and run down the flight of stairs back into the building. Maybe he was buying you some time.

The boy stood with one foot in front of the other as if he were actually serious in fighting the beast on his own. He was right to be at the ready because the creature pounced at him before you could rethink your decision. He didn’t move at all, and for a moment you thought you were both done for. 

Up until the last second. Thunder rumbled and rolled overhead, like a storm was stirring right above where you both stood even when you recalled looking up to a sky full of stars just moments ago. A bright light flashed in front of you and a loud boom followed after, blinding and deafening you momentarily. You took a step back, blinking a few times until the black outline of the lightning bolt cleared up.

It took you a moment to realize that it was the creature that was struck by it. Being this close to the sky on top of a high-rise building, it wasn’t an impossible target. It might’ve carried some kind of conductor with it. Metal? Gold? You weren’t so sure, you were just thankful that you weren’t the lucky one who got struck.

The beast looked weakened and dazed, maybe even paralyzed. A part of its back looked blackened and burnt. Its feathers were charred; some were reduced to ash while others still burned and scattered cinders around.

On the other hand, the boy’s moves were swift and calculated, easily missable if you weren’t paying attention. The glint of the blade he held caught your eye as he drew it out of its leather sheath. He jabbed the sword upward, right as the beast’s beak closed in—stopping it from fully clamping shut. It let out a low cry in agony, sinking to its knees as the blade was buried deeper and deeper until the pointed end stuck out of its head. Its eyes slowly fluttered shut and its whole body crumpled. 

You both stood in silence as the creature fell limp, sprawled out on the floor in front of you. You were about to open your mouth when you noticed bits and pieces of it beginning to disappear into the wind. What once was solid, ferocious, and terrifying was reduced to a pile of dust; so fragile that the slightest movement would cause it to crumble. The boy did just that as he pulled his sword out of what once was the creature’s head. As if the sword was the last thing holding it together, the whole structure of the beast dispersed into thin air upon the metal’s removal. It left not a single speck of its existence behind and it left you blinking at the space where it once was. 

“Oh, you’re still here?” 

Your brain was still preoccupied with processing everything that happened since Whatever-that-was landed on the rooftop, that you were startled when the boy spoke. 

You blinked back at him. His sword was back in its sheath and he didn’t look like he single-handedly K.O-ed a monster with one move. He appeared unscathed, which was good, and unfazed, which was confusing. You weren’t sure if you should congratulate him or take a step back.

“How did you do that?” The question left your lips before you could even think twice about how weird and childish it sounded. 

“Do what?”

“That,” you stammered, “that thing you did. You stabbed the eagle, mutated eagle, eagle lion or whatever that was, and it just”—you snapped your fingers in his face—“you get me?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Mutated eagle? You mean the Gryphon?” Your face contorted into an even more confused one and he figured that everything was just a little too much to process at the moment. “You can see through the Mist?”

You blinked twice, checking the surroundings for any clumps of grey that could’ve clouded your vision. Nope, not a single cloud in sight. “I guess so? I can’t see anything,” you trailed off, “misty.”

He looked at you with furrowed brows, before he went on to shake his head. “That’s not what I meant,” he chuckled awkwardly. “It’s a long story, actually.”

“Are you an alien?” You cut him off before he could even begin his long story, but it didn’t look like he was about to tell it either. “I mean, you’re physically human at the moment. But that sword,” you pointed at the hilt that stuck out of the leather scabbard hanging by his hip, “that pulverized the Gryffindor doesn’t seem earthly at all.”

“Gryphon,” he corrected.

“Sorry.”

“You sure catch up quickly,” he noted, humming in praise at your speedy deduction.

You mumbled a small thank you before you looked up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes stared down at you with such intensity; it made you shudder. You could make out thin lines of light in the middle of the swirls of black. You couldn’t be sure if they were mere reflections of the light from other skyscrapers or his eyes just glowed on its own. Looking into them felt like peering at thick storm clouds moments before the downpour. 

You were busy staring back at him so intently that you jumped when a loud voice suddenly echoed up the stairwell. 

“There you are, Chan! We wouldn’t have found you without the lightning.”

You turned your head and found two boys standing by the lower platform; one jolly boy who owned the voice that left you startled and a shorter boy who was tugging the former back.

“Jisung, shut up,” the shorter boy scolded, elbowing the boy beside him as he acknowledged your presence. “I’m sure you already dealt with the,” he trailed off, skirting around the topic at the presence of someone else, “with it. Meet us back at the park once you’re through here.” 

He spared you a cautious glance before he disappeared down the stairwell with the jolly boy in tow.

You had a million questions to ask, enthralled with the idea that you finally came across someone who saw all the weird things you did. Curiosity was eating you up, but you knew Chan didn’t have enough time to answer them. 

“I’m guessing you need to go,” you uttered under your breath.

Chan pursed his lips, seemingly aware that you weren’t happy about him leaving with so many loose ends left untied in your head. “Kinda. Feels like I still owe you an explanation though,” he answered. 

“Save your explanation for another day, Alien.” 

He arched an eyebrow at the announcement of his new nickname and he fought the urge to laugh at how wrong you were. “I prefer Chan, whatever-your-name-is.”

You sighed, wiping your hands on the pant leg of you jeans before offering it to him, “Good day, Chan. I’m _____. You saved my life,  I am eternally grateful.”

Chan blinked at you, then at your outstretched hand, then back at you again. It took him a few more seconds before he took it in his. You felt a jolt of energy run up your arm the moment his hand touched yours. His hand was warm and rough and of high voltage. Slowly and surely, you started to piece two and two together. If the boy in front of you wasn’t human, then could he possibly be a—

“You don’t have to be eternally grateful,” he insisted as he let go of your hand. “It’s kind of my job to make sure—”

“It’s a movie reference,” you cut him off again, and the look of confusion in his face made it obvious that he didn’t get it. Maybe he really was an alien, you thought. Wherever he lived, they didn’t have Toy Story or maybe he just hasn’t seen it yet.

You watched as he began to walk in the opposite direction. By opposite, you meant both away from you and away from the stairwell. 

“And where the hell are you going? The way down is this way?”

Chan didn’t appear to be listening because he continued to walk up to the cemented barricades of the rooftop. “Who needs stairs when you can fly?” he announced, lifting himself up so he could stand on top.

He noticed the glint of worry in your eyes as you stared up at him. 

“For someone who can see through the Mist, you seem a bit skeptical,” he chided, walking down the wall with little to no caution.

“All in a day’s work of seeing things no one else can. You start believing them when they tell you that you’re just hallucinating.”

Chan finally stopped pacing when he reached the corner of the building and you let out a breath of relief. “I’ll see you around, _____. I promise I’ll explain everything next time.”

Before you could shout back a response, he was already leaning back against nothing. You broke into a sprint as you watched his body disappear off the side of the building. Your eyes scanned frantically for his falling body when you reached the edge. And you saw him briefly, free-falling until he wasn’t. 

A cloud swooped by to catch him and the gears in your mind reeled again. There was no way water vapor could catch a heavy man but there he was. Chan drifted by at the mercy of the wind (literally) and you began to question every Science lesson that has been taught to you. You already had your fair share of encounters with the supernatural before. Why would this day be any different?

The cloud began to take form as it rose in altitude, passing you by as it climbed up an invisible staircase upwards before it disappeared in lightning speed—taking Chan along with it. You sat there for a few moments, dumb-founded and stunned beyond disbelief. 

You blinked twice and you tried to internalize that you just saw a grown-ass man fly away on the back of a cloud shaped like a horse, or a horse made out of clouds. Your head began to ache when you started to think too much about it. 

Whatever, you thought. Just another weird day for you. 

You turned your heel, walked back to the stairwell door and never looked back.

© neo-shitty, 2021

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[abruisedmuse]

Elain x Lucien for domestic meme

Ahhhh yes my loves! Here ya go!

who reaches out to new neighbors: They both do! You know the couple waving at the neighbors, who brings baked goods too? Yeah, that's them.

who remembers to buy healthy food &who remembers to buy junk food: I'm combining these two, because one they don't have to remember, they know it's all on the list. They do, do things like buying a snack, drink etc the other likes that's not on the list just because. Also, not a lot of store bought junk food here. Most of their junk food is all the cookies and cakes Elain makes.

who fixes the oven when it breaks: Elain. Lucien is around if she needs a help. When she starts yelling in frustration he slowly backs away.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s): Elain-plants. Lucien- pets.

who wakes up earlier: Elain by 20 minutes

who makes the bed: Elain.

who makes the coffee: They don't usually drink it. They drink tea and Elain. She starts heating water as soon as she wakes.

who burns breakfast: both have. Because of this their breakfasts are rather simple

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house: Lucien pecks her cheek, Elain frowns at the faint touch. He laughs and pulls her in for a knee shaking kiss. He 100% grabs her ass while they're making out. Sometimes he's a little late leaving due to heavy make out sessions. Elain always helps him redo his tie and his buttons, rushing Lucien out the door. He kisses her again, "I love you flower." "Not as much as I love you." "I Doubt that." They keep it up for a little longer until his boss calls. Basically they hate saying goodbye.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home: Elain runs and jumps into his arms. Unless she's baking then it's "Kitchen hun!" He walks in to a delicious smell and samples a taste from something freshly baked or batter off her finger.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often: its a competition. One week Lucien brings home the best gift, so naturally Elain has to out do him, then he has to out do her.

who picks the movie for movie night: It's a game which I'll explain in the distracting question

their favorite kind of movie to watch Lucien likes documentaries (if only Cassian knew huh?), adventure and fantasy movies, movies with mythology/archeology are big wins and witty films. Both are big Wes Anderson and Taika Waiti fans. They also forgo movies often opting for travel shows. Elain likes romcoms and, period dramas and regency films.

who first suggests a pillow fort: Lucien, but Elain gives him a grin cause she was thinking it

who builds the pillow fort: Lucien

who tries to distract the other during the move: so it's a game for them. they try and distract the other throughout the film. Whoever takes the longest time to break wins and picks the next movie.

who falls asleep first: Elain. Lucien carries her to bed.

who is big spoon/little spoon: little spoon- Lucien. Big spoon- Elain. After he's had a horrible life, Elain loves being his security and wraps him in her love. However when she falls asleep during a movie, he takes the opportunity to be the big spoon.

Domestic ship asks

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #lucien spell cleaver #acotar #ship asks #answered #bookish isha

[agentem]

Initial LOKI thoughts

I have said here that I was not that excited about LOKI as WANDAVISION and TFATWS. I did not wake up early but I had a work meeting today at 2:30 and I thought it was Eastern time but it’s Pacific time do my schedule is all fucked up snd I have three hours so I was like, “fuck it, I’ll gonna watch Marvel shit.”

Before I get into the episode, I will talk a bit about the press tour. I love press tour shit. I don’t know why. I watch the interviews on YouTube and they always seem so painful. Randos asking the same question over and over. (Take a drink every time, Tom Hiddleston stalls by saying, “that’s a really good question...”. It’s not a good question.) Some of the Marvel people are A+ at a press tour (Mackie, Bettany, Hemsworth, Waiti, Downey, all pop right into my mind. Oh Rudd too, he’s got s very easy charm). WandaVision press was fun because Bettany was dialed up to 11 as a troll. And Mackie went in on how boring SebStan is for TFATWS.

I feel like the LOKI press tour hasn’t been as fun. But it’s possible the silly videos that take more editing aren’t up yet. I really want to do a dumb game. I love dumb games instead of serious questions. Like when they quizzed Kathryn Hahn on MCU stuff and she knew nothing but would just, once told the answer, do another take where she got it correct.

Mostly the press has been showcasing how smart Tom Hiddleston is. And he is. Quite charming too. I remember during an Avengers related Hiddleston panel at Nerd HQ he started speaking French and Zachary Levi (who was then Fandral) was like, “fuck this! He speaks French too!” Those kind of interactions are fun for me and it’s a bit sad they are all alone in their own houses.

One thing I LEARNED from the press tour that the tumblr Loki stans must have known forever is that Loki really was supposed to die in THE DARK WORLD. They played it straight. And it was only later in reshoots they had him take over for Odin. And I think that is... a mistake. Because they talk about “Loki’s redemption arc” and I never really thought he was fully redeemed, except that he sacrificed himself so MAYBE Thor could buy some time in INFINITY WAR.

I had read THE DARK WORLD as him having learned nothing and manipulated Thor, banished Odin and didn’t really care as much as he said he did about Frigga. Because of how it ends. I think they should’ve kept it and maybe had Hela bring him back in Ragnarok or something. Idk. (And I was legit ANGRY that Frigga was killed for so little payoff. I am still angry she was frigded but was slightly molified by the scenes where he looks at her and ACTS. APPRECIATE FRIGGA MORE.)

Anyway, the episode. “Glorious Purpose.” A reference to @allofthefeelings’ hilarious glorious porpoise costume from many comic cons ago, I suspect.

I was excited to see Pillboi from “The Good Place” aka actor Eugene Cordero, the guy who doesn’t know what a fish is and has all the Infinity Stones. Get him a gauntlet so he can remake the world. I bet it’d be funner.

I am really loving Wunmi Mosaka, the Hunter who arrests Loki. She has such a commanding presence. And I love that this badass enforcer of the TVA is a lady, and a lady of color no less.

I didn’t like when Loki had her in a time loop. The question was if he enjoys hurting people. In that moment, I thought the answer was yes. But the script would have us believe no. I would like for him to really convince me of that no by the end of the series.

I thought Hiddleston did a good job of acting against the CGI images of Loki’s life. I love some good alone in a room acting in Marvel. It’s pure imagination.

Do we have bets on who the killer Loki variant is? Everyone on YouTube seems to be saying Lady Loki. I think it’d be fun if it were Kid Loki, honestly. But I might be thinking of my Young Avengers. Kid Loki would probably also not be that tall, in the final scene. Old Man Loki is also a possiblity. There were rumors that was Grant’s character, I think?

I always want things to subvert expectations but the previous shows never really did.

#Loki #marvel #glorious purpose #spoilers #Loki spoilers #press tour #wunmi mosaku #gugu mbatha raw #owen wilson #eugene cordero #pillboi #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson

[mischiefandspirits]

Colony of Gotham (1/7)

Special thanks to @starlightandsunshine​ for helping me with this <3

The Colony of Gotham is an urban legend that is whispered about in the dangerous city. It's said the Colony is a family of demons and spirits that stalk the night, hunting for the souls of the guilty.

When Bruce became Batman, he'd never intended to be mistaken for a demon. He was happy to lean into it, though, and as he gained his partners -- as his family grew -- they all followed suit.

Next Part

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Bruce Wayne was born a vampire, one from the long-standing Kane family of vampires through his mother. This nature granted him a few abilities. He was more durable than a human and could heal faster. He was stronger and faster than a human and had better sight and hearing, though not to anywhere near the degree that some metas boasted. He could take on the form of an animal and could influence bats, corvids, canines, and felines to a certain extent. Finally, he would stop aging once he reached his thirties, a trait of those who were born or turned young instead of those like Alfred who were turned at an older age and therefore would always be that age.

However, when he set off on his path to becoming Batman, he swore to himself that he would not rely on any of this to fight the criminals that plagued Gotham. He would not be like those heroes past who relied on their powers, then were left defenseless when those abilities faltered or were ripped away. After all, only a vampire’s healing and longevity remained during the day and some spells and devices could similarly strip his nature away.

Batman stuck to his wits, tech, and martial arts training.

Even still, the criminals of Gotham could tell something was off about the Bat. Rumors flew about a demon haunting Gotham’s night, which Bruce leaned into. He hadn’t chosen a bat just because of the family significance. He wanted to strike fear. As such, he stuck to the shadows and allowed his fangs to bare. He used makeup to make himself appear paler and contortionist tricks to make his movements uncanny. He allowed Batman to become an urban legend that sent shivers down the spines of Gotham’s infamous.

When Barbara Gordon became Batgirl, she quickly realized his tricks were just that and leaned into them as well. She became a ghost following in the Bat’s footsteps. She disappeared into a mist made from special smoke pellets and spun across the ground and air in a weightless way that came from years of ballet and gymnastics training. She wore shadows like Batman’s, but violet and gold peeked through the darkness to make her stand apart.

Bruce initially didn’t want her in the field, but she eventually proved herself both competent and stubborn. In a bid to help protect her, he outfitted her with proper gear and let her in on the secret of his nature. She considered it, then a week later she asked him to turn her so she could always watch his back.

Then Dick Grayson was taken in by the billionaire and became the Bloody Robin. They called him a demon child, the son of the Bat who flew on bird’s wings. His cheerful laughs and giggles echoed and hissed eerily thanks to a voice filter. His clothes were bright colors, but were covered by the wing-like shadows that wrapped over his shoulders. Fake blood dripped from his hair and eyes and coated the tips of his gloves and cape. He chirped like a bird as he flipped and flew through the air. His mask made his eyes glow white and his body almost appeared boneless when he moved around on the ground thanks to the contortionist who’d babysat him at the circus.

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The three heard the tales when teams of heroes began to form, but they didn’t reach out. Gotham’s Colony was a myth, an urban legend. Those outside of Gotham had never heard of them and those within only spoke in whispers.

That was how the Colony preferred it.

Besides, the rest of the world wasn’t as dark as Gotham.

Their tricks and games worked fine in the shadow-filled gothic architecture that made up Gotham, the near-perpetual overcast days, and the deep darkness of Gotham’s nights, but cities like Jump, Metropolis, or Central were far brighter. They could do without, they’d proven that plenty of times against the bigger villains that were either too crazy or brave to fear the Bat, but why should they? The tricks and games had become a part of them over the years and discarding a piece of themselves just so they could work outside of Gotham with strangers felt wrong.

So the Colony stuck to their own.

On the job, at least.

Dick met Wally West at a two-week-long Jr. Forensics Summer Camp when they were eleven and thirteen respectively. Bruce had sent him to brush up on his skills while Wally’s mentor, Barry Allen, thought it would be good training. Neither boy knew about each other's secret lives, but became close friends all the same and kept in contact when they returned home. Dick didn’t reveal it to Wally when he discovered the other boy was Kid Flash, but kept a close eye on Central City just in case.

A similar situation happened two years later when the Colony discovered Green Arrow’s latest protégé, a girl named Artemis Crock, lived in Gotham and had been helped into Gotham Academy by the other billionaire. Dick decided to keep an eye on her, but his pseudo-stalking quickly turned into a genuine friendship.

He may have taken a bit too much joy in introducing Wally and Artemis to one another. Wally got back at him a few years later by introducing him to the model Kory Anders, the secret identity of his celebrity crush Starfire. Dick had to admit to having a crush on Kory as well to explain his nerves.

It turned out to be a net gain in the end, though, since he came out of it with her phone number.

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As time passed, Dick started to get too old to be the demon child. He decided to create a new story for himself. One that would let him step out from under the shadow of the bat, using a name from an alien myth in Bruce’s files that he’d loved reading growing up. He and Bruce argued, and Dick spent some time sleeping on Barbara’s couch, but with nowhere to run they were forced to come to a compromise. There was still tension, but it was smoothed over with time and a bite.

Nightwing was a nocturnal bird that had taken human shape after being taken in by Batgirl’s elegance. It chased after and raced the ghost, nothing but shadows and a blue streak flying through the air. Those who got close enough to see his face would say that his skin was like porcelain while black wings covered his eyes completely and his lips were painted with darkness.

Nightwing wasn’t the only change to the Colony, though, because as Dick was finishing up his designs for the story, a little boy was stealing the tires off the Batmobile.

Dick was furious when the kid climbed out of the car into the cave, thinking Bruce had brought the kid in as a new Robin without even consulting him, but anger’s quickly replaced by confusion.

Because Batman wasn’t with the kid.

Jason Todd had gotten grabbed by the Bat after having already nicked three tires off the batmobile. Batman caught him before he could run then replaced the tires. He’d made a mistake in leaving the boy in the car when he went to call for someone to pick him up, however. Jason, who some might generously call impulsive, proceeded to use the opportunity presented to him to hotwire the vehicle and take it for a joyride that ended when he accidentally had the autopilot bring him to the cave. 

Dick was immediately taken with the small spitfire’s story, as well as his stubbornness and intellect. Meanwhile, Jason was amused by the fact that Gotham’s demon was, in his eyes, nothing more than a spectacular conman and wanted in. They teamed up to force Bruce to adopt the younger boy through underhanded -- and perhaps slightly illegal -- tactics.

As Dick started using his new story more and Robin less, Jason got his own turn under Batman’s cape.

People started to say Robin was more vicious. He’d climb walls, the claws on his feet and hands easily cutting into brick and metal. He’d give a fang-filled smirk as he hung from the ceiling like he’d forgotten he was a bird instead of a bat, only to drop down on unsuspecting shoulders. If he wasn’t clawing at opponents, he was beating them with his fists.

As one of his first acts as Robin, Jason saved a young boy who had been kidnapped for ransom. The kid had acted out of it during the rescue, but Jason put it down to trauma. He’d had no reason to realize the young detective-to-be had noticed the edge of Jason’s fake fangs through the shadows and fake blood. No one could have predicted the rabbit hole young Tim Drake had just fallen down nor that it would lead him to massive discoveries in the near future.

When Jason discovered Catherine Todd wasn’t his birth mother, he considered going alone to look for the mystery woman who’d given birth to him. He and Bruce had just had a fight about his temper that had left him benched and he wanted to prove himself, but something Dick had told him months before echoed in his mind.

“No matter how much we argue, we’re always going to be there for each other. Us birds and bats, we’re a family. We have to stick together.”

In the end, he asked Dick and Barbara for help. It was something he was thankful for when his mother sold him out to the Joker. At least he could hold out against the torment with the knowledge his true family would soon come for him.

When Batgirl and Nightwing arrived, Joker fled. Barbara got Jason out while Dick, after seeing the state of his brother, tracked down the clown. Bruce got to him just in time to stop him from beating Joker to death, but when he saw Jason’s condition he couldn’t bring himself to scold his elder son for his loss of control.

Jason was barely hanging on and Bruce, knowing there was no other choice, turned him.

The boy lived, but his injuries were too severe and he fell into a coma.

Three weeks later, Bruce and Dick came into Bruce’s study to find Tim Drake waiting for them. Both were a little more focused on “My parents are never home” than “so I’m in a perfect position to cover for Jason as Robin while he’s sleeping,” to Tim’s confusion, but he ended up in the suit all the same.

The whispers that had come after Joker’s latest incarceration had him crowing about clipping bird wings tapered off as Robin sightings flared up throughout the city. People saw him flying next to the Bat and they heard him tap-tap-tapping his claws. He tapped them against the walls as he hunted through warehouses and against the floors as he crouched in front of technology that seemed to unlock under his gaze thanks to the computer that’d been built into his gloves, the interface of which could only be seen through the lenses in the Colony’s masks and cowls.

Tim didn’t really know how to feel about being adopted by Bruce, aside from the guilt he knew was mixed in there somewhere. It felt wrong to be slipping into the family like that while Jason was right there and Dick had to talk him down when the anxiety attack eventually hit.

Tim was Tim. He wasn’t Jason and they didn’t want him to be Jason.

Dick understood though. He explained how Dick and Jason had both had similar feelings regarding Barbara and Dick respectively, though Dick could admit he’d gotten off easier all things considered. He told Tim that the Colony was a family, and adoption or not, Tim was a part of that now. Jason wasn’t going anywhere and neither was Tim.

When Jason woke, Dick had a similar conversation with him after Jay saw a news broadcast about Tim while waiting for the others to arrive. It soothed him some, and Tim soothed him more when he assured Jason he wasn’t taking Robin from him.

“There can’t be two Robins.”

“Why can’t there?”

As Jason went through physical training to get back in shape, the two worked together to develop a strategy for acting as Robin together. One part of this was Trillic.

Tim, with help from Dick and Jason, invented a secret language made up of chirps, whistles, and clicks. It started as a way for the Robins to communicate with each other without giving away there was more than one, but over time the rest of the Colony picked it up and the vocabulary expanded until it became the family’s own personal language that they’d use whenever they didn’t feel like using words.

A few days after Jason was released from the hospital, Dick found Jason down in the cave and grew worried his little brother was pushing himself too soon after his accident. Then he saw the young woman on the screen. She looked a year or two older than Jason with long red hair, olive skin, and bright green eyes.

They’d met in Ethiopia, Jason told him, while saving a woman from some men. Jason had wanted to try to track her down now that he was awake. He’d succeeded, but it turned out she was an Amazonian hero.

Combined with the fact her name was Artemis, Dick couldn’t help but laugh and make a joke about Jason following in his footsteps. Jason smacked him and told him she was really more of an anti-hero so it wasn’t the same as Dick making friends with Kid Flash and Tigress, but Dick ignored him.

Jason did end up contacting her, and even got her to take a visit to Gotham. Dick took the opportunity to introduce her to Wally and his own Artemis, who Wally began to refer to as Stripes to not get confused. When questioned, he claimed it was because of some outfit of hers that stuck in his mind. Dick and Jason, knowing it was actually based on her identity as Tigress, nodded along and picked up using the name, to her annoyance.

Surprisingly, the two women didn’t get along despite their similar attitudes. This led to them taking great offense whenever people couldn’t tell which Artemis was being talked about, something only Jason, Dick, and Alfred never managed to do.

While the teens were laughing over this, whispers were going around about how the Bloody Robin seemed to be everywhere. If you fled from a room you knew he was in, you’d find him standing right in front of you in the new room. There was no escape. And he trilled more than ever, though his voice almost seemed to echo back at him as if he was having a conversation.

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Not long after the Justice League had formed, Barbara had hacked into their security system and planted a little bug she named Mockingbird. It was designed to alert her whenever someone mentioned the Colony’s civilian or vigilante identities and copy any footage during the time. More often than not all it gave her was Wally and Bow-Artemis (as most of the family thought of her, to contrast with Axe-Artemis) discussing Dick. Every so often though, there’d be someone pining after Dick or Bruce, which could be good for a laugh depending on who it was.

On a day not long after the Robins had been set loose together, Mockingbird gave her something that was sort of new, yet at the same time not.

The video started with Wally discussing some prank he and Dick had pulled on Bruce and slowly devolved into him just bragging about how awesome Dick was. Suddenly he froze, staring off into the air.

Artemis took one look at him and asked, “Did you finally realize you’ve got a crush on your best friend?”

He immediately went to reassure his girlfriend, but she said got it and even shared his feelings.

Barbara settled in to watch the show.

Unfortunately, it took longer than she’d anticipated for Dick to catch on that the two actually wanted to date him and not just spend more time with him. He was usually pretty good at picking up on people’s feelings, yet Artemis ended up having to pull him into her lap during a movie night and kiss him flat on the lips before it sunk in.

When Barbara approached him about it, he pouted over her spying. Then he admitted that he’d known for years they all had feelings for each other, he just hadn’t wanted to risk getting in the middle of the two’s relationship since they seemed so happy together. When he’d realized how they’d started flirting with him, he’d been worried they were just after a quick thing and he couldn’t do that to himself. So he’d put on his media mask of naive ditz Dickie who wouldn’t recognize flirting if it hit him in the face.

Thankfully the two had reassured him and after talking it through, the three settled happily into their throuple.

To congratulate his brother, Jason gave him a solid week before making jokes about Dick following in Bruce’s footsteps by dating someone with a feline-themed suit.

The next hurdle was deciding how to deal with the media. Dick was Richard “Dickie” Grayson, eldest son of Bruce Wayne. The media loved to go on about him. Pretty much every second of his relationship with Kory had been recorded by the press. Neither of them had minded. He was still a performer at heart, always would be, and she was a warrior princess who had been in the spotlight all her life.

But Dick knew Wally and Artemis weren’t Kory so he talked to them about how they wanted to handle things.

In the end, they agreed only friends and family would know about Artemis, but Wally and Dick would go public. They all had practice keeping much bigger secrets so it wasn’t hard on Artemis to hide their relationship. Meanwhile, Wally didn’t mind playing around for the cameras. Plus, he knew how people treated Dick when they thought he was single and a small possessive part of him didn’t want them trying anything, even if he knew Dick would never cheat.

Things didn’t actually turn out too bad. Of course, there were always the conservatives that came around when Dick got a boyfriend, but they never stuck around long. Bruce had made his support of Dick’s sexuality very clear from the beginning and no one wanted to risk really ticking someone as rich and connected as him off by attacking his son like that.

The real problem came when their agreement to tell their families accidentally didn’t reach everyone.

Dick had been alone at the manor when it happened.

Bruce had gone on a weekend business trip, bringing Tim with him. Alfred was on a trip to England. Jason had taken the opportunity to spend the weekend hopefully not blowing things up with Artemis Grace, who had ended up getting a small flat in Gotham to act as her home base so she could visit with Jason and Dick during the rare occasions she wasn’t running across the world causing trouble with the Outlaws. Dick had been planning to spend the weekend with his partners at Stripe’s apartment, but they’d both been caught up by something (Dick assumed a mission had unexpectedly run long) so he had the night to himself.

He was watching a movie in the theater room when he felt a shift in the air. He immediately dropped to the floor, barely avoiding the sai that had been coming for his throat. Then he was over the back of the couch and engaging the assassin. He quickly realized she was with the League of Assassins as he recognized moves Bruce had picked up from them. She was good, too, but she had clearly come to the fight unprepared to face a Gotham myth. He didn’t take too many hits before pinning her and binding her hands and feet with the obijime from her dress. He then disarmed her of all her hidden weapons just in case.

When he questioned her, she declared that she was Artemis’s sister and had come to avenge her honor after Wally had betrayed her for Dick. She was not going to sit back and let the fool cheat on or dump her sister for the likes of a man she had believed was nothing more than an airheaded socialite.

Then, with narrowed eyes, she added that she had clearly been mistaken as not many airheaded socialites had been trained by assassins. Nor did they use moves only known by those trained by Ra’s al Ghul.

Dick ignored that and explained the trio’s situation as he untied her, having recognized her as Cheshire aka Jade Nguyen aka his girlfriend’s -- apparently protective -- assassin sister.

He took pride in the fact that he was dating someone who was only related to criminals instead of actually dating a criminal, unlike a certain father of his.

She thankfully believed him, though she did warn that should he be lying or should he hurt Artemis, she wouldn’t underestimate him a second time. She made a few more thinly veiled digs at his assassin-based fighting style as he showed her out that he cleanly sidestepped with comments about self-defense training. They both knew she didn’t believe a word of it, but she left it alone as she slipped away into the night.

So long as her sister remained unharmed, she had no desire to get involved in whatever was going on between the Wayne’s and al Ghul’s.

Before she left Gotham, though, she met Artemis and Wally on their way in and informed her sister that she approved of her new boyfriend. Both to be sure Dick was telling the truth and to mess with the speedster. The two predictably freaked out and she used their panic to slip away.

Dick answered Artemis’s call with, “Oh hey, Stripes! Your sister came by earlier to give me the shovel talk over tea. It was pretty gory, but I think the one Jason gave Wally was still probably worse so I’m not going to complain. Are we still on for tomorrow?” to their relief.

Artemis had not wanted to try to explain her assassin sister to her civilian boyfriend.

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I decided to use Stephanie's Batgirl suit for Babs because most of Babs' suits are either bright or look just like Batman's. Steph will get other suits of hers when she appears.

The Robin suit looks just like Dick's from The Batman (2004), just bloodier.

Nightwing's suit looks like the typical V one, just with the eyes of the mask being blacked out. Also, black lipstick because yes.

Vampires’ animal forms:

Bruce: Gray bat

Alfred: Common raven

Selina: Oriental shorthair cat

Barbara: Little red flying fox

Dick: Black-billed magpie

Jason: Malayan flying fox

#batman #batfam #colony of gotham #fanfiction