#I’ve no joke been obsessed with them for 10 years

[slayninjaslayyy]

I’m always amazed by the intensity of my Orochimaru fixation…it’s so bad I haven’t watched a full scene with oro in it for like. 2 years. I’ve loved him for probably a decade now but everytime they show up on screen I literally start shaking and sweating and feeling nauseous I get so excited I literally have to pause the show 35 times and don’t absorb any information. It’s like a caffeine high I just start freaking out

Yes I’m working on an autism diagnosis

[ovadzs]

unspoken

𐙚 mcs: oscar piastri x sistersbestfriend!reader

𐙚trope: childhood friends, friends older brother etc

𐙚summary: you've known oscar forever, because Hattie is your best friend, but you've never really got to know him. Until he leaves, and distance makes you leave things unspoken.

𐙚cw: brief mention of sickness, not proof read

𐙚word count: 4k (short, sorry!)

𐙚notes: hii anon!! tysm for this lovely request! hope this does it justice <3!! truly appreciate requests, because planning makes me feel so unmotivated. if anyone else has any reqs, pls drop them!!

Friendship was beautiful, to you at least. You enjoyed watching girls link arms and giggle down high streets, or people throwing their friends on their backs and sprinting through Brighton beach, howling as the sand betrayed their quick feet.

Luckily for you, you didn’t have to go far to see it.  You had your best friend, and your heart often exploded a bit when she bought you thoughtful gifts or sent you stupid videos.

You and Hattie Piastri had been inseparable since preschool, when she’d taught you how to tie your laces before a very important beanbag race. Now, way down the line, you’re staring at her as she talks about some band you’ve never listened to before.

You’re unfocused, as usual. You like that she lets you zone out, because she just wants to talk. You work. You balance.

That’s until her brother slings his arm against her shoulder and you freeze, your breath hitching.

“Hey, ‘Car.” you mumble, giving him a lazy smile, hoping your cheeks don’t betray you by flushing an awkward pink, and he grins at you.

He says your name carefully, slowly, like he always does, and you have to look away before you start stuttering. Hattie notices your change in demeanour, like she always does, but says nothing. Instead, she excuses herself, saying she wants a coke, but she’ll be back. She doesn’t offer you one, but you know she’ll come back with two anyway.

“So, I have some news.” he announces quietly, shifting closer to you, and you look up, trying not to seem too interested.

“Um, what?” you mumble, trying as hard as possible to meet his gentle eyes, but you just can’t do it.

“I’m like, going international. To race. Properly.” he explains, waiting carefully for your reaction, and you gasp quietly, regret hitting you aggressively, winding you slightly.

He’d always made you nervous. Since he’d lended you his helmet when you first came to his house, eagerly wanting to ride your new blue bike (it had a basket, and tassels. You were OBSESSED with it, truly.) with your newest friend Hattie.

You’d been about five, and he was probably seven, but he seemed so much older than you. More mature. Gentle, and caring. Like your bike safety mattered to him, and Nicole definitely hadn’t forced him to rummage through his shed to find it, a funny like ‘81’ sticker scratched on the back.

You’d asked him what it meant. He’d told you he was going to race under that number one day. You’d believed him.

That was probably the longest conversation you’d ever had with him.

You’re known for being shy, it’s on brand. But you were still adaptable, with everyone but Oscar. Staring at him intently was easy, but the second his eyes met yours? You were gone. You told Hattie once, that he made you nervous, and she’d laughed.

‘Osc? Like, my brother? He’s the only person calmer and shyer than you I’ve ever met. How can he make you nervous?” she joked, while painting her nails a neon pink on your bed. You were teens then, and you didn’t have the heart to tell her he’d been making you nervous for the last 10 years. 

And now, here it was. After another silent few years of small talk and painful greetings, he was leaving. You didn’t know his favourite colour, or favourite food, or if he even enjoyed school. You cursed yourself, and your blundering awkwardness.

“That’s amazing, wow. Well done!” you exclaim, and he beams.

“Don’t worry, I'll be around for all the holidays. Not that I’m assuming you’ll miss me, or anything.” he adds, answering your silent question, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Nah, sure I will.” you say casually, like you haven’t spent a decade watching him, without really ever saying a word.

He leaves the next weekend, and all you say is ‘bye.’

***

You’d been told that distance made the heart grow fonder (or something like that, whatever) but you’d never believed it. But now, now? You understand.

It’s much easier to think of him without him being there. That him being so far away enables you to forget how tongue-tied you are around him, how you’d stumble over the simplest of sentences. Even ‘how are you?’ used to be a challenge.

Now, he just consumed your thoughts. At first, you didn’t really watch his races, but now, each weekend, you huddled with Hattie on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. Watching that 81 trail around in circles, fingers crossed dramatically.

You’d started to text him too. ‘Good luck!’s and ‘Wow, well done.’ after each successful race weekend. It was a formality at first, then a gesture, then an attempt at friendship. To make up for all the times you hadn’t spoken to him, because it was much easier when his brown eyes weren’t searching yours.

Soon, they changed. Shifted into casual conversation. Meaningful thoughts, and references.

It got embarrassing soon, how much you thought of him. You couldn’t not think of him. You jumped at every ‘ping!’, every buzz. You even made a playlist, not that he’d ever know.

He texted you the same night you made it.

‘Nice playlist. Not my style, really. Lack of house music, very melancholy. But the music is objectively brilliant.’

You panic a bit, even though there's no way he could actually know it was about him. It was simply titled ‘unspoken’ and you’d chosen that photo of Noah in front of that fuckass white house with a wrap-around porch and blue shutters and a room overlooking the river. And the first song was conveniently ‘lover you should’ve come over’ and you really hope he’d at least listened to it on shuffle because you couldn’t handle the embarrassment-

‘Almost 100 songs, you’re really going through it.’

You hesitate, before replying.

‘I didn’t realise you had my Spotify.’

‘Didn’t realise that oscarp81 with me and my dog as the profile was me?’ comes his snarky response, and you leave him on read.

You search his account instead, finding a bunch of evidently unfinished playlists and blends with his sisters, until you find a recent one. One letter, your first initial. You don’t want to look, because it’s obviously not about you. But obviously you do anyway, and you’re surprised by what you find. One of your favourite songs, staring straight back at you.

‘Strangers in the night? Didn’t take you to be a Frank Sinatra fan.’

‘I’m not. You played it in the car once, and I liked it.’

You’re stumped on how to reply, how to explain the aching in your chest.

‘When do you come back? It’s been a while.’

‘I know, Mum’s not happy either, but I’m back next week. Can’t believe it’s been almost a year.’ he replies quickly, and you nod to no one in particular.

‘G’night, Car.’ you send quickly, before shutting your phone off and trying to fall asleep.

You’re the only one who calls him ‘Car. It’s Osc, mainly, to others. But you’d chosen Car when you were younger, as he’d been telling you all about those very same vehicles he’d been driving soon.

“You’ll be ‘Car’ in a car, eventually.” you’d giggled, and it had stuck. He was Car from then on.

***

It’s brilliant and awful and everything you’ve ever wanted and horrific when he returns, because you want to crawl and die in a hole again. But, you can’t anymore, because you truly are friends now.

“‘Car!” you call, running up to him as he knocks on the door of his own house (which you were at so regularly, you sort of fit in the place like furniture.)

You quickly fling open the door, and Hattie brushes past you, embracing him tightly and he beams at you both.

He doesn’t move to hug you, once Hattie steps away from him. You don’t move towards him either- you don’t need to. You just look at each other carefully, smiling.

“I have not missed how awkward you two are, though. Please tell me you’ve both grown out of it, blasted introverts-” mumbles Hattie, and you both laugh.

“Welcome back.” you grin, and he nods.

“Thank you.”

More heads of the Piastri family emerge from various rooms and floors and dogs bark and the house feels so much fuller and warmer now he’s back, and you do too. And it’s not an uncomfortable burning, or shyness, or anything of the sort. It’s just warm, and kind, and you let it flow carefully in your veins, unbothered if it shows on your face or not.

***

The summer break is too short and agonisingly too long for you both. That feeling of doom settles in, that each day is a day closer to his departure, but neither of you ever say anything about how you’re feeling. You just enjoy your newfound friendship, passing hours and days by each other's side.

Bike rides by the beach, wiping ice cream from the top of his nose. Dragging him to karaoke and bowling and rollerskating, stuff he had always secretly wanted to be invited to but had never asked.

You’re lounging on a bench, arms entangled casually with Hattie’s, as he speaks.

“You know, I thought you didn’t like me, like last year. Assumed she’d told you bad things.” he mumbles quietly, looking at you while gesturing to his sister, and you look at him incredulously.

“That's absurd. I just, I don't know. I didn’t not like you, or anything though.” you reply awkwardly, and Hattie elbows you aggressively.

“She’s telling the truth. She told me once, like ages ago, that you made her nervous. Can you imagine? You’re so NOT intimidating.” exclaims Hattie, and he smiles at you, like you’re something new. Something he hasn’t really noticed before.

“I didn’t mean to do that.”

“I know.”

***

Another year passes. You’re inseparable now, as he returns for summer. Hattie’s found a boyfriend, which you’re obviously not impressed by, it gives you and Oscar much better reasoning to hang out alone so frequently.

“You look different.” he comments, as you drag him to the pier, your crocs filling uncomfortably with sand.

“How so?” you ask back, and he tightens his grip on your hand.

“Um, older. More mature, taller. I don’t know. Just, different. Prettier.” he adds, and you hesitate.

“Thanks, ‘Car. You too, really. When did you get so tall?” you ask, studying him intently.

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you affectionately as you tumble to the ground together.

“What, you scared of me again?” he asks jokingly, and you squirm as you try to push him off you.

“Bro, get off me!!” you shriek, laughing, and he rolls beside you, so you’re both staring up at the sunset together.

There's a moment, just enough time to breathe.

“I signed with McClaren next year. Like, in Formula one.” he announces quietly. “I haven’t told anyone else yet, I just, I don’t know. I’m letting it whirl around in my head for a bit.” he admits.

You squeal instinctively. “Oh my god oh my- that’s amazing wow I’m so proud well done that’s brilliant I knew you’d do it since that day you gave me your helmet and told me you would that’s amazing you need to tell anyone why did you tell me first you idiot-” you ramble, excitement pouring from your lips, and he laughs.

“I wanted you to know. I wanted you to know first.” he clarifies, and you swallow, hard.

“Thank you for telling me.” you whisper, and he turns to face you.

“Thank you for being here. Like, you’ve never wavered. You’re the only person I’m not related to that’s been there, forever.”

“I’ll always be here.” you admit reassuringly, and you mean it. 

“Unfortunately, I won’t be. I leave again in a month, and I won’t be back until March, for the race. You’ll be there, right?” he sighs, but you nod.

“Of course.”

***

Those eight months pass painfully slowly. He got busy, and famous. He doesn’t ask about your new playlists anymore. He barely even texts you. And you miss him so deeply, but you’re equally as happy for him.

And as the day draws nearer, you are unbelievably excited to watch him do what he does best- race.

Sunday rolls around and you arrive into the garage with his entire family, your new cap angled awkwardly over your wavy hair. You feel underdressed, with cameras stuffed in your unsuspecting face. But then you see him, and his familiarity is so unbelievably comforting you have to stop yourself from running into his (much larger, not that you’re staring or anything) arms. 

Then he turns, and you see his arms are already occupied. By someone who is clearly his girlfriend, the way he’s fawning over her, and you want to throw up and cry and you don’t know why.

Because he wasn’t yours. He never had been, not even close. You’d never even tried anything, or vice versa. It had barely even crossed your mind, being with him like that. Holding his hand in a way that wasn’t guiding him, just because they could rest there. That was alien.

And here they were, slotted against each other so perfectly you have to admire it. She’s beautiful, and as much as you appreciate Oscar’s charm, he’s done pretty fucking well. 

“I promise, I would've warned you if I knew she was coming.” comes a whisper from Hattie, and you nod briskly.

“I didn't even know he had a girlfriend.”

“He won’t, for long. I don’t like her.” she mumbles angrily, and you scoff.

They come over now, and you exchange pleasantries. Hattie makes an effort not to scowl at her, and she seems unaware of the hatred radiating from your best friend's body.

“Good luck out there, ‘Car.” you smile, as he begins to walk away back into hospitality, and he beams back.

“Thank you for being here.”

“I said I would be, didn’t I?” you mutter, trying not to look into his girlfriend's electric eyes. She was so intimidating, without even trying. 

“‘Car’, huh? Cute.” you hear her mock, as they walk away, and you scrunch your nose.

“She’s so annoying. That’s why we’re only meeting her now, because we can’t say anything. Even Mum doesn’t trust her. Honestly? I’d rather it was you!” she says jokingly, but your throat catches a bit, and you cough.

She stops at the sound, pausing at the sight of your sour face.

“Oh, crap. Are you joking with me?” she groans, and you stare at her, confused.

“My brother? Seriously.” she continues, slapping her forehead dramatically, and you’re so overwhelmed with emotions that you can’t reply.

“This whole time, you weren’t shy. You just liked him, you idiot. I always left it, thinking you were just being weird.”

You stammer a bit. “No, no. I didn’t, really, I don’t-” but you can’t finish your sentence, because you’d be lying.

“I didn't realise, really, until now. Until I saw-” you start again, but you almost hurl.

Panic strikes her face. “Okay, you look like you’re about to be sick. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m gonna go home. I can’t, I don’t want to be sick here though. But I’m okay. I’ll see you later, okay?” you mutter, subtly gripping your stomach like it’s something you ate and not your heart shattering suddenly into sharp shards.

You hobble home. It’s pathetic really, how awful you feel. But you suppose it's fair enough, considering it’s been about 15 years of emotions you’ve concealed.

Unspoken.

All coming out now, seeping out through any emotional cracks he’s made in your heavy walls.

You are sick. It’s reassuring, really. Makes you feel better, like it so often does.

You then let yourself grieve, mourn, shout. Anything and everything spills out aggressively, until you feel so deflated that sleep finally placates you.

***

Days pass. Hattie doesn’t push you to come round, because he’s there. Because she’s there. Because they’re both there, together.

“Oscar asks after you,” she reports. “He wants to know why you disappeared. Why you haven’t replied to any of his messages.” comes her crackly voice, through the screen.

“What, you didn’t tell him I’m sick?”

She huffs. “Of course I did, numpty. But I’m not sure he’s convinced.”

You pause. “I’ll text him then, thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow?" you ask, and she nods, before hanging up.

Just as you go to message him, telling him you’ve got some weird stomach bug, your door rings.

You see him through the window, and curse, because he sees you too. He waves up at you, and you are now obligated to talk to him.

“Hey, Oscar.” you say, as you open the door, and the lack of the nickname clearly hits him.

“Am I not ‘Car’ anymore?” he asks jokingly, but you don’t smile back. You feel terrible, because he hasn't done anything wrong. He’s allowed to like someone else, anyone else, to be with whoever he wants. 

But you want him to want you.

“Sorry, ‘Car.” you reply weakly, but it doesn’t sound at all convincing.

“Can I come in?” he asks carefully, and you hesitate. This, to you, feels like a decision. 

You decide it’s time to let it go, even though you never really had it to begin with.

“Um, I’m sick. Like, throwing up kind of sick, sorry. I wouldn’t recommend it.” you explain, and the obvious rejection is evidently painful, from his small step back.

“Right, of course. Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” he mutters, clearly upset, and you nod, closing the door.

***

He doesn’t go back home for hours, replaying your small interaction constantly, cursing himself. He didn’t understand what he’d done wrong, how he’d lost you. When he did make it back, his girlfriend was waiting by the door, expectantly.

“Oscar, let’s go for a walk.” she says, somewhat angrily, and he blinks. He longs for your gentler voice, a voice that’s never barked at him. That never made him wonder if he’s worth anyone's time or not.

“Where were you today?” she asks quietly, and the question makes him hesitate.

“Fine, I know where you were. But you know, you stood me up. To go and see her.”

Shit. They were meant to go to lunch, just when he’d gone to check on you.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot.” he admits carefully, and she sighs at him.

“Yeah, because you were too busy thinking about her. You’ve been thinking about her endlessly since she left before the race, I know it.” she accuses, sharply, and he winces, because she’s right.

“I was worried- that’s all. She’s like another sister-” he begins, but she glares at him.

“Really, Oscar? Don’t feed me that bullshit. I can see it, we all can. You like her.” she shouts, and Oscar scoffs.

“No, I really don’t. Seriously, baby, I look at her the same way I look at Hattie. They practically blur.” he jokes, but his heart isn’t in it, because he’s lying.

“I watched you interact, so briefly, and I saw it. It’s been months, of you hiding me, and me feeling like I was a replacement. A filler, for someone else. Like I was just here because I was accessible. And now I know who you’re really waiting for.” she says, suddenly quiet and painfully serious.

The night feels cold, and sharp drops of water fall on their bare arms.

“Don’t do this. I love you.” he mumbles, but as the water rains down aggressively, the distortion of each droplet makes her look a bit like you. And he actually does wish it was you he was talking to.

“No, you don’t. You’ve never said that before, you know? And now you’re just saying it because you can. Because you’re scared she actually sees you as the brother you’ve been in her life. But I’m not someone you can hide your fear behind. ‘Car’. We’re done.” she says finally, and the use of your precious fucking nickname feels like a knife straight to the gut.

And he knows that talking to you is the only way it will ever come out, as each second he spends here makes it twist slightly.

“You need to go, don’t you? Because I’m right.” she whispers, and he stares at her teary-face.

“I’m so sorry. I promise you, if I’d known, I would never have done this to you.” he explains, and she shakes her head.

“Yes, you would’ve, but it’s okay. Go.”

And he does, without thinking. He runs, sprints, ignoring the thundering sound of the rain on the pavement and how his shirt is clinging uncomfortably to his aching chest. He ignores his legs burning and his breath failing and all he can think of is you, driving him on, dragging him to the finish line, to your unsuspecting face.

And when your doorbell rings again, you assume it isn’t him. You don’t bother to check the window. You don’t question what madman is outside in weather like this, because you don’t care. Because it’s not him.

But when you open it, and it is him, you gasp.

“Whatthefuckareyoudoinghere?” you ask, all in one exhale, shocked.

“Hi.” is all he manages, panting from exhaustion.

“Did you run here?” you ask, but you don’t move. You don’t invite him in. You’re too busy just staring.

“Yeah, I did actually.” he admits sheepishly, and your mouth falls open even wider.

“Car, you’re insane. Why are you he-” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“I broke up with her.” he announces quickly, loudly, a mix of regret and insanity and pride hanging from each word.

Your face morphs suddenly into something unreadable.

“Okay, and?” you ask harshly, and he’s surprised by your tone.

“Because I didn’t love her, not really.”

“Oscar!” you say, exasperated. “Look, I’m sorry you guys broke up, but why are you here, making this my problem?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. 

“Not the way I love you.”

You stop looking angrily at him now. You stop really looking at him at all. You’re just… there.

“What?” you whisper, like you didn’t hear him.

“Well, okay, sorry. That was a lot. I just mean, that I might maybe, like, like you. Or love you, I don’t know. Pretty sure it’s love. I mean, my heart is kind of like, exploding right now. I might be having a heart attack. Can you do CPR? You seem like the kind of person who definitely can do CPR. Please save me, okay? I was about to make a weak joke about mouth-to-mouth, but you’re looking at me really funny. Are you okay? You know, if we both have heart attacks simultaneously, that’s really not ideal. Can I please go first?” he bursts into a stream of nonsense, and you laugh at him.

He follows suit, until you’re both howling, trying to find air before one of you does actually require resuscitation. 

“I’m sorry for disappearing. My heart was exploding too.” you admit quietly, and he smiles at you, completely unbothered that you’re still hiding under your porch and he’s being somewhat drowned.

“You didn’t disappear. You never have.” he replies, and the way he smiles at you makes you stop hesitating.

You run at him, giggling as you feel the cold water soak into your clothes, and he catches you carefully, spinning you around slightly as you try to steady yourself.

“I might maybe, like, like you. Or love you, I don’t know. Pretty sure it’s love.” you mumble into his ear, and you watch a grin stretch across his face.

“Well, that’s reassuring. I don’t think I’m dying anymore. Can I still make my mouth-to-mouth joke?” he laughs, and you nod.

“It better be funny, ‘Car. ‘Cause I’m kind of getting drowned out here.”

He lets you go carefully, staring at you with such precision, such desperation, like he’s trying to memorise you. Like you might melt, like sugar, and he has to commit you into his mind.

“I lied, I don’t have a joke. I’m just going to kiss you now.”

And as he does, you both say everything you never said before, without uttering a word.

Nothing and everything remains unspoken.

[junkdrawerfan]

Hey so actually I might be a little obsessed with how Tim is Dick’s only clearly defined brother.

Like let me explain. HEAR ME OUT!

Damian is Dick’s BABY! That is his firstborn! Dick might have had some adoption tendencies pre-crisis with Jason but they realized that shit with Dick’s (Second? Third?) time in the cowl. Dick saw this small murderous child and was like “I can do it better than Bruce” and did. And yes they might be settling into a brotherly role with Bruce stepping the fuck up.* But I promise you having witnessed siblings with a 10 year age gap — even when the parents are perfect and emotionally available — that older sibling quickly becomes a third parent. With Dick, he was the first second and third parent. No way Damian and Dick could ever just be brothers and I love that for them.

Dick’s relationship with Jason is full of regret and guilt. They might be building something now but their past is full of inflicting rotting wounds (metaphorical and often literal) on each other. Dick started the pattern first when he rejected Jason as Robin. And later Jason raging against Dick after his return. Jason’s semi-valid villain crash out ending with Dick putting him in Arkham because Jason was a straight villain pre-rebirth. And even then it takes rebirth remixed canon to allow Jason some family bonding time. I say they have a handful of months — and even then how often did Dick visit! He didn’t start reconnecting with the BatFam until after the Killing Joke and Death in the Family — they got along before shit got worse.

So that leaves Tim! The little baby brother Dick started calling little brother YEARS before Bruce ever adopted Tim.** Timmy, the freak who broke into his apartment to track him down and drag him back to Gotham. Who subsequently spends years breaking into Dick’s apartment to hang out. Because why not continue as you begin lol.

He spent his early 20s with Tim! He comes into his own as Nightwing while Tim is Robin. Hell! The first time Dick was Batman, Tim was his Robin! He literally grows into his adult self with Tim as his witness.

How many lows has Tim helped him pick up after? How many falls has Dick caught Tim after (metaphorically and literally)?

But that’s the sweet sappy shit.

Tim is the one brother Dick doesn’t have to be the responsible adult with. He eats shitty pizza with Tim. He has movie nights and hang outs and poor-tasting inside jokes with Tim. They race each other across rooftops! They play fight in the streets. Dick booby traps his apartment so Tim can have fun breaking in.*** Dick complains about his messy love life to Tim while Tim mocks him!

THEY ARE BROTHERS YOUR HONOR!

There is a reason Dick calls Tim his equal. Dick loves his brothers, he’ll always be there for them. But Tim is the one Dick doesn’t have to watch or monitor or hover over. Tim is his brother, not his regret or his child.

20 years in real time and 4 years of comic time put Tim and Dick through the ringer. No Man’s Land. Knightfall. The nuking of Bloodhaven. Contagion. Try to name a tragedy Tim and Dick haven’t witnessed and weathered side by side! But no matter how they fight or have to disappear for the mission, they always find each other and trust each other and believe in each other. Because they are truly brothers!

(So context… I’m very much reading the 90s and 2000s run. I’m like chronologically in 98. I’ve seen/heard modern comics have dropped this FOR SOME FUCKING REASON (they forget Tim exists, I guess). But I refuse to believe that rebirth got rid of their brotherly bond. Just as Tim’s “friendship” with Kon-El transcends timelines so does Dick and Tim’s brotherly bond! They are family bonded through the fires of time and comic book bullshit!)

TLDR: Dick’s brotherly relationships with Jason and Damian are complicated and the roles they play in each other’s lives aren’t always clear. Dick’s relationship with Tim has had its ups and downs but there has never been any confusion about their roles with each other. They called each other brothers and held on tight and that’s special ❤️🩵

—

* How much this is true take with a grain of salt. I’m not reading modern yet. I’ve read some cause Damian just slaps and I love him. But there’s so much!

** Tim was adopted for like a year before being emancipated. WILD! What fatherless behavior!

*** What feral menaces! I love them!!! I just need to scream. Not important. Carry on. ^>^

[spideybatsy]

Late Night

Summary: GN!Reader gets a cleaning job working at Wayne Enterprises when a certain billionaire playboy develops an obsession with them. Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader WC: 3K Warnings: being watched without knowing, mentions of erections, nothing too serious. Notes: Can be read as any batsy you’d like, I personally picture Bale bc I’m a slut for him <3 This is the first chapter in my new series! I haven't written in a year, so be kind Masterlist

The wind pressed against your sweat slick skin as you stepped into the shadow of Wayne Tower. A shiver rolled down your spine, half caused by the weather and half by the ravenous butterflies in your stomach. Starting a new job is never easy but God, you have never needed a job as much as you need this one.

The renewal of your lease brought a steep increase in rent at the same time as your boss announced he was closing the business. You couldn’t really say you were surprised, the bakery was definitely a front for something nefarious, why else would the GCPD come in every other week?

It was a shame, really. You loved working at the bakery, especially during those quiet moments when you could just sit there and watch the world go by. God knows you’ll be rushed off your feet now.

Cleaning wasn’t your first choice, nor was it your second. Hell, it wasn’t even on the list. But you were not in the position to be anything but grateful when your friend mentioned an opening at their work. The hours weren’t the best but the pay was surprisingly good.

You walked into the building and were immediately shoved by someone sprinting to the lift. Taking a deep breath, you regained your bearings, straightened your shirt, and headed for security. You’d been in the building only once, for your interview, but figured you’d need some sort of pass to get into the actual offices. 

The security man who served you was disarmingly attractive and you couldn’t help but blush as he ran his eyes down your figure. His hair was a dirty blonde, pushed back and behind his ears. 

“First day?”

“That obvious?” 

He chuckled, before asking for your name and looking you up on the system.  “I’ll just call your supervisor, Emily, to come down.” 

“Thank you.” The two of you fell into an almost awkward silence. “How, uh, long until your shift finishes?”

“I’m on a morning today, so I finish at 12. How about you?” 

“Well, I’ll usually be doing the 4 till 10 shift but they wanted me in earlier today. So, I'll finish around 3.” 

“Too bad.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, I would’ve loved to take you out for dinner.” Were your cheeks on fire or was it suddenly just really hot in here? “Maybe it’ll have to be lunch instead.”

You opened your mouth to respond but was interrupted by Emily calling your name. 

“There you are, I’ve been waiting for you!”

You flashed a sorry smile at him and rushed over to your friend's side. 

“Hey, what’s that guard's name?” Although you knew he couldn’t hear you from here, you still whispered.

You cringed as Emily started to turn back, quickly reaching out and stopping her.

“I think that’s Russell.” She whispered back, “Why?”

“He asked me out on a date.”

“Really?” Well, no more whispering. You simply nodded your head, following her into the lift. “You don’t even have your access pass and you’ve got the men drooling. You dirty stop out.” 

“I haven’t slept with him!”

“Yet.”

“I’ll be telling HR you called me a slut.”

“Hoping they’ll sleep with you too?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, pushing her slightly with your shoulder. As the numbers on the lift drew higher, the two of you settled down. Joking with your friend was one thing but you needed people here to take you seriously, even if you were just the cleaner.

“Are the people here nice?” You weren’t expecting your voice to sound so… small.

Emily looked over at you, affectionately bumping your shoulder. “Yeah, most of them are lovely.” 

“What about the others?”

“Fuckable.”

The lift doors opened and filled the floor with the sound of your combined laughter. 

—-

“And down here, you have Mister Wayne’s office.” You followed Emily down the hallway, looking into an office and making eye contact with an older man. You gave him a quick smile and was pleased when he returned it. 

“That’s Lucius Fox, he’s really the boss.”

“What about Bruce Wayne?” 

“What about him?” Emily stopped at the front of the last door.

“Well, it’s Wayne Enterprises, isn’t it?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

You couldn’t help but gasp as she threw the door open, jumping to apologise to the aforementioned man. 

Only, he wasn’t there.

Emily laughed, walking further into the room. “He’s hardly here, probably recovering from his drunken nights spent with supermodels.”

You hesitantly followed her in, amazed by the so-called office. This one room was probably bigger than your whole apartment. It definitely had better views. 

“I’m not sure you should be talking about our boss like that,” you mumbled, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows. 

Emily came to stand next to you, “it’s not like he’s ever here to hear it.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you jolted around, instantly fearing the worst. Was it possible you could be fired before you even got your first paycheck? How were you going to pay rent now?

You couldn’t tell if you should be relieved or not when you realised it was the man you’d smiled at earlier. Lucius Fox. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Emily replied, turning back to the view. 

Oh my God. What was she doing? “Please excuse my friend, Mr Fox. I think she meant-”

“I know what she meant,” he responded while walking over. 

You opted to say nothing and pretended to look out the window, wishing for the tension to dissipate as quickly as possible.

“You’re scaring them to death, Fox.” 

The older man laughed, coming to rest his hand on your shoulder. “Worry not, dear. You’ll grow used to the banter.”

The tension started melting from your shoulders, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

—

Within two weeks, you’d fallen into a comfortable routine. You came into work at 3:45 to make yourself a tea and read your book, before starting work at 4. You start at the side furthest from Wayne’s office, as they left the earliest. By the time you reached the common areas, the rest of the staff would be leaving, only Fox remaining. He was always the last one to leave, usually close to 7. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, since you knew he was typically the first person in the office too. So, you’d bring him a decaffeinated coffee around 5pm. You’d find yourself talking to him for a while, usually about stories from the past that you could both laugh about. 

Truth be told, you were starting to really enjoy the man's company. He had a dry sense of humour that you found hilarious. Being in the office late could be rather lonely, so you clung onto the moments you had with him. 

A positive of working alone in the office was that you could play all your music out loud. You’d recently gotten into a podcast where three friends read stories and discussed them. A lot of them were light hearted or ‘am i the asshole’ reddit posts.

Tonight, you listened to their supernatural episode as you finished up in Fox’s office when you heard a bang down the hallway. Slowly, you creeped to the door to peep down the corridor but there was no one there.

Maybe the ghost stories were getting to you. You shook your head and turned back into the office when you heard the noise again. Jumping, you looked toward the sound. The only thing down there was Mr Wayne’s office.

Clutching your mop between closed fists, you edged down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and rushed in, hoping to catch the perpetrator in action.

Only the office was empty, of course it was. You couldn’t help the relief that coursed through your veins. It was obviously going to be empty, you had yet to see The Bruce Wayne in this room. You were starting to wonder if it had even been used. Maybe Fox should get this office, that way someone can appreciate the view.

You laughed quietly to yourself before turning off the podcast and putting on some tunes. That was more than enough scares for you tonight.

Unbeknownst to you, you were not alone. A certain billionaire had stumbled in here before his night duty, expecting to find the place empty as usual. He hadn’t been in for a few weeks now but things rarely changed this high in the building.

Then you’d burst into the room, armed with a mop and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. You were the single most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Who were you and what were you doing here? 

He couldn’t help the way his dick twitched in his trousers. No. Now is not the time. 

He stayed in the shadows and watched you work, diligently going from one room to another before stopping in the kitchen to make a drink. You pulled a book out of your bag and read for a while. Bruce found himself creeping closer, eager to see what you were reading. 

Then you looked up and it seemed like you were staring straight at him. He knew you couldn’t see him but he couldn’t stop the way his heart stuttered in his chest. Nor the way his lower half jolted. 

What was it about you that made his infamous control slip? He’d never had this issue, not even as a teenager.

Your eyes widened as you kept gazing in his direction and he slowly turned his head. The bat symbol drifted amongst the clouds. 

He held back a sigh as he shifted further into the darkness. 

Maybe he was due a visit back into the office, after all. 

—

Or maybe not. 

It had been a week since Bruce first saw you in his office, clutching a mop like your life depended on it. Sometimes, when he lay awake in his bed, he thought about how oblivious you were to his presence that night. And every night since.

He should really get you some self defence classes, perhaps send them as a gift from Wayne Enterprises. He hated thinking about what could’ve happened if he really was a burglar. He could only keep you so safe, you needed to be able to handle yourself. 

Then he felt a bit crazy. Here he was, talking about you like you were… part of his life. Although, he supposed at this point you were part of his life. He just wasn’t part of yours. Too many times he’d driven to the building just to never get out of his car.

He’d asked Fox about you at his last equipment meeting. He tried to act nonchalant about it, casually asking if there were any new staff on the top floor. 

“We have a new cleaner.” Fox said, relaying your name. “They’ve been here for about three weeks. Settling in very well.”

Bruce repeated your name, strangely satisfied by the way it rolled off his tongue. 

“May I inquire why you’ve asked about them?” Fox’s words caught Bruce off guard. “You’ve never been interested in the Wayne staff before.”

“Just keeping up to date with the comings and goings of my fathers legacy.” Bruce suddenly found the kevlar padding very interesting. 

“Better late than never, I suppose.” Fox hummed, running his fingers across the fabric. “This kevlar is half the weight of your current gear.”

“Is it still as durable?”

You didn’t come up in the conversation again but Fox filed the information away, eager to ask Alfred about it. 

—

“What does your partner think about you working so late?”

Fox’s question caught you completely off guard, causing you to almost spurt out your tea. He immediately grabbed the tissues off his desk, handing them to you.

“Forgive me, it was an inappropriate question.” 

“No, no, no. It’s fine.” You said, finally swallowing down your mouthful. “I, uh, don’t have a partner. So, I don’t think they mind.”

“I suppose that makes two of us.” 

Before you could respond, he tactfully changed the conversation. 

—

“They’re single, you know.” 

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t look away from his newspaper. “Whose single, Alfred?”

His heart almost broke free from his chest when Alfred said your name. 

“How would you know that?” Bruce’s words were more rushed than he would’ve liked, the newspaper long forgotten on the table.

“Every old man has his secrets.”

“You spoke to Fox,” Bruce sighed. “They probably thought he was coming onto them.”

“Worried you have competition, Master Wayne?” 

Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“You know, I may not be the master of romance but I hear that the first step in any relationship is to talk to each other.” 

“Obviously,” Bruce muttered, picking his newspaper back up.

“What you’re doing right now has a name, Master Wayne.” 

“And what is that?”

“Stalking.”

Bruce couldn’t help but flinch at the word. He turned to defend himself but Alfred was already gone, leaving him a pot of tea. 

—

You were sitting in the kitchen, tea in one hand and your book in the other. You’d found yourself in the office a bit earlier than usual but didn’t mind. It was always good to have some time to wind down before you started your shift. 

“What are you reading?” 

You couldn’t help but inwardly sigh, putting your bookmark in. “Just a-” Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up. If Russell was attractive, this man was downright gorgeous. A face carved for a god with luscious hair combed behind his ear. 

He looked eerily familiar but you couldn’t quite place him. You could feel your cheeks heat up as you bought your gaze back down to the book.

“I’ve never heard of The Dry Heart before,” Bruce’s heart leapt from his chest as he took the seat across from you. “What’s it about?”

You sneaked a glance up at him but immediately looked back down when you made eye contact. “It’s about an unhappy marriage, I’m reading it for a book club.”

He hummed, his eyes searching your face. You were even more breath-catching up close. “You must be our new cleaner,” you liked the way he said your name far too much. “I’ve been meaning to catch up with you.”

“You have?” Who was this man? You would remember seeing such a gorgeous face among the office. 

“I try to meet all the new employees but I’ve been a bit slack lately, please forgive me.”

You slowly lifted your eyes to look at him and couldn’t help the way your lips lifted. 

“Consider it forgotten,” you said softly.

He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Fox. 

“Mr Wayne, how lovely to see you again.” Lucius came in and stood beside you. “I see you’ve met our latest employee.”

Your eyes shoot, Mr Wayne? Surely not. In your rushed state, you completely missed the way Fox smirked at Bruce, causing the younger man to stare daggers back at him.

“Of course, it’s important to know everyone in the office.” 

Fox hummed, turning back to you. “Please excuse us, I have a very important meeting to drag Mr Wayne into.” 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You had a hard time even saying the words, your mind whirling. Wasn’t Bruce Wayne an arrogant asshole? This man was the furthest from that. He was so kind and funny. And good looking. Holy shit was he good looking.

No, you’re not doing that. Not to your boss. Especially not when your boss is a world famous womaniser. 

You can’t help the way your eyes follow him as he walks out or the way they trail down to his perfect ass. Entering the hallway, Fox rolls his eyes when he sees the massive smirk on Bruce’s face. 

—

“I was hoping I’d find you here.”

You can’t help but jump as Bruce walks into the kitchen. “Mr. Wayne, I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

“Please,” he sits down at the table and smiles at you. “Call me Bruce.”

“Okay, Bruce.” 

Bruce savours the way his name rolls off your tongue and how your cheeks go bright red under his gaze. His eyes follow as your blush spreads down your neck and under your neckline. 

“I usually take the new employees out for lunch, your turn is well overdue.” He takes a moment before continuing. “I guess ours would be more like dinner.”

“I suppose so,” you smile at him, oblivious to his wandering gaze. “But you don’t have to do that, Bruce. It’s fine, honestly.”

“I insist. How about tonight?”

You brought a lousy microwave dinner for tonight but there’s no reason why it can’t wait for tomorrow. Plus, who doesn’t like a free dinner? Lost in thought, Bruce takes the opportunity to study the way you bite your lip and store it away for later. 

“Sure, tonight is good.”

—

You weren’t sure what to expect during dinner but it wasn’t this. Bent over, your hand clutching your side in an attempt to ease your stitch as you laugh hysterically. Bruce is laughing too, his smile so big it shows his perfectly pearly whites.

“No way, you’re lying.” You gasp between breaths.

“I wish,” Bruce looks away in faux-shame. “I wasn’t always the smoothest.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Your laugh settles into a smile. 

“Why’s that?” He sounds genuine when he asks, curious even.

“Well, look at you.” You immediately heat at the implication, quickly stuttering off an excuse. This is not a date. “Y-You’re The Bruce Wayne. It would’ve been a-all over the newspapers if you, uh, messed up.”

Bruce merely hums, his eyes dropping down to your lips as you bite away at them again. 

This is bad. You cannot be flirting with the boss, especially not your boss's boss. Sure, he might be into it now but he’s not known to stick around with the same person for long. You can not afford to lose this job if things go bad.

You’re saved by the server coming back to drop off the check. Bruce’s hand grasps yours as you go to take the check, sending a bolt of electricity down your arm. His eyes find your own, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I’ve got you.”

Fuck. 

[pretty-blkgirl]

W.E.A.Y [Ch. 14]

~ Masterlist ~

A/N: Finals are over and I’m back on my bullshit 💃🏾

~~~~|~~~~

After going into the kitchen to grab some more water, you come back to see your friends still looking at you with shocked eyes.

“Guys, it’s been like 10 minutes” You giggle. “It’s really not that hard to believe”

“But, yes it is” Seungmin interjects, “You’re such a good girl”

“Good girl? What about me gives ‘Good Girl’?”

“It’s your whole vibe. When people see you, they think about rainbows and kittens”

“Nuh uh, they think about thunderstorms and fucking tigers”

“Y/n, please” Lee Know laughs, “You’re so cute, isn’t your animal a poodle?”

“Isn’t yours a bunny?”

“Wait a minute” Han interrupts before Lee Know could say something smart, “You had the threesome two years ago? Have you talked to them since then?”

“Nope” you shrug, “Haven’t talked to anyone since then.”

“Really? Not romantically?”

“Nope. No dates, not even any kisses”

I.N. chuckles then points to Changbin, “Hyung hasn’t been kissed in a while either”

“I don’t go around kissing just anybody Innie” Changbin smiles, “I’m not like you”

“I don’t kiss anybody” The younger huffed, “But I’ve at least had a small kiss in the past year”

“Well I haven’t” Bin says, cheeks going a little red

“Me neither” You say, winking over at Changbin so he doesn’t feel embarrassed

Seungmin suddenly stands, swaying slightly but pointing between you and Changbin with fierce determination.

“You guys haven’t kissed anyone in years” He announces, “Why not kiss each other?”

The room is silent for a few seconds before it erupts into chaos. The younger members are egging Seungmin on, teasing you and Changbin.

The eldest four are over it, shushing their members and assuring you that Seungmin was joking.

You laugh, sitting up straighter before looking around at the group, the liquid courage flowing inside you. “Bin doesn’t have to kiss me. Matter of fact, since you’re so obsessed with kissing, why don’t you get over here and let me kiss YOU, Seungmin?”

More chaos, though the teasing shifts to a red-faced Seungmin. Changbin is laughing hysterically, as Chan and Lee Know decide to start cleaning up.

“You got him to hush, good job y/nnie” Chan says to you with a dimpled smile

After that, the night winds down as everyone decides to head to bed. Seungmin made it a point to avoid your gaze as much as possible, which only made his members tease him more.

You ended up settling on the couch with Chan sitting near you

“I’m glad we did this” He smiles, “I kinda feel like we’ve known you forever”

~~~~|~~~~

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[monstersholygrail]

LIGHT ARCANE SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2

okaaaay not sure if you watch Arcane on Netflix....but a new season came out

and I never played league of legends. the only LoL lore I know is literally from Arcane lol

Sooooooooo.....there's a beast thing.....called Warwick....and spoiler alert, he was a DILF.... so now there's this DILF beast that was forgetting his humanity...but when he was tender, I was like "oh fuck, I want him to mount me something fucking feral." and this guy is huge. Like absolutely GIANT.

Send help.

Boy, oh, boy, I sure do watch Arcane lmao. I’ve been deeply obsessed with it since Season 1. I’ve watched it over like 10 times and over half of those times were immediately after Season 1 came out. No joke Arcane has been my favorite animated show for years and Season 2 has only furthered the obsession

I tried playing LOL after S1 but its players were not joking when they said it sucks. I tried. I tried! But yeah it’s not that fun. I’ll probably try again at some point lol

And yesssss ofc I know Warwick/Vander!! I love them both just as they are. No matter what. DILF man is sexy as fuck. I’d jump his bones and his wirings in a heartbeat. But the way he acted when he was all calm (and maybe when he was all angry and scary too 👀) was honestly very attractive. His little growls and everything made brain go brrr

He’s seriously so huge it’s insane and definitely hot asf. I don’t blame you at all, I want him to mount me too. We can make him an even more legit DILF lmao

Brain just reminded me of how he acts when he smells blood and some very naughty and dirty thoughts filled my head. Thoughts surrounding fucking you so hard he makes you bleed and you briefly see his eyes flicker from blue/green to red as he tries to maintain control. But he can’t help as it slips a little which only has him getting rougher with you and making you feel even more good

[quitearc]

✨ K-Pop Demon Hunters Rant (with love) ✨

Okay, I have to say this:

Please stop shipping Rumi and Jinu. 😭 I’ve seen so many people begging for them to kiss in the movie, but hear me out…

In my humble opinion, the plot of K-Pop Demon Hunters is pretty simple - and I LOVE this movie. I was obsessed for like a whole week straight. I watched it around 10 times, listened to the songs nonstop, and I still think it’s amazing. BUT it’s not some big romance movie, and I’m really glad the creators didn’t force a romantic ending 🙌🏻

Rumi was literally working on accepting her demon side - it was about self-discovery and identity. And Jinu? He’s a demon (ex-human lol). He’s been alive for 400 years. Their connection wasn’t a slow-burn romance; it was trauma bonding. Sure, there was some emotional intensity, and you could feel they liked each other in some way, but that doesn’t mean we need them to kiss or be a couple 🤷🏼‍♀️

And let’s be honest: Jinu betrayed her.

We still don’t even fully know what or who he is. Maybe he’s not just a demon… maybe he is the Gwi-ma. Or he was controlling the Gwi-ma. Or (joking, kind of) maybe he’s Rumi’s father. 😂 Gwi-ma also could be Rumi’s father lol. Anyways, we don’t know, the movie didn’t explain, and that’s fine.

What did happen is that the ending made sense. It had emotional weight. It was open-ended. It was better than a kiss. 🤌🏻

Let’s not force love where it’s not necessary. Let them be messy and powerful and emotionally complicated without needing to tie it all up with a romantic bow. 🫶🏻

If we get a sequel, cool - but for now? The story worked because it didn’t fall into that cliché.

[dronarryfest]

What an incredible first week of dronarry! Here is the roundup of all the amazing works we’ve shared so far. We’re giving you the Sunday off to catch up if you haven't yet! And we want to send a huge THANK YOU to our wonderful readers for all the comments and kudos you’ve been sending. Keep them coming and stay tuned for week two!

[FIC] Some Nights || E || 23k || by @thecouchsofa

Ron fucks up his Silencing Charms in the dorms one night. Then Malfoy does. The rest, as they say, is history. 

💭 Came for the filth stayed for the feels. And the filth. Scorching hot, funny as fuck, got me curling my toes so hard my whole leg cramped. - emsuemsu

💭 This is so incredibly perfect, like the smut is perfect but Harry’s cluelessness and excitement is amazing and Ron just rolling with the punches…needless to say I’ve already read it more than once - marebear723

[FIC] Hear Me Out || E || 5k || by @rainstormradish

“I know this is all just a big joke to you,” whispered Draco, his lips inches from Ron’s ear, his breath on his neck, his hips pressed against him, Merlin, “but I need you to fucking commit to the bit here, Ron.”

💭 I am burning UP. i love how distinct each of their characters are. And the tension???? God, they’re all so sexy. - lostinyourcostellation

💭 Scorching hot! Absolutely love this premise & the way you carried it out here felt sooo good. Wonderfully done :) - thestarryknight

[ART] Signing The Forever Bond || G || by @digthewriter

No fanfare adorned their sacred moment, no gaze of a world eager to witness, for they sought not the spotlight's glow but rather the quiet dance of shared hearts. And some paperwork.

💭 I adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. -schmem_14

💭  This is so gorgeous! I'm obsessed with ALL the details. Bearded Draco! There isn't enough Bearded!Draco content, honestly. - sleepstxtic

[FIC] Permanent || M || 14k || by @citrusses

"Harry's always been fixated on older men. Have you ever noticed that, Ron?” Granger asks. “Have I ever noticed—Hermione, we’ve lived with the bloke for years! He doesn’t bring them home much, but I’m not blind. I see who he’s shagging.” “And David, an older man, tells Harry ‘Saviour Complex’ Potter he needs him to save the world?” “He didn’t stand a chance,” Ron agrees. “Fascinating,” Draco says, in a strangled voice.

💭 I love this so much. I can't wait to reread it. What a gorgeous fucking fic with beautiful, agonising detail and introspection. - TheGoblinMatriarch

💭 Omg I don’t want to be that person BUT I COULD READ 300K OF THIS it was brilliant! - Moonflower_Rose

[FIC] These Foolish Little Games || E || 8.5k || by @schmem14

Thanks to a falling out between Harry and Ron, Draco can finally get together with Harry, have the most spectacular and inappropriate office sex, and enjoy Weasley-free weekends out. Life is perfect. So why does he have the nagging feeling he should get the estranged best friends to patch things up?

💭 Incredibly steamy, love the setup of a Ron/Harry fight and Draco’s scheming ❤️❤️❤️❤️ - citrusses

💭 yesssss - i am always here for the under the desk shenanigans. Lol at how easily they convinced Ron. There was no hope for him 😂 - MaesterChill

[FIC] Edging into His Heart || E || 5k || by @chelsiewhitlock & diplobeanz

Stuck on a long stakeout, Draco has reached the end of his patience with Ron Weasley's rule. In an effort to make the best of the situation, he decides to push the boundaries and past the edge of propriety. Shenanigans ensue.

💭  THIS is the Draco Ron dynamic I’m here for 😍 this story was fucking hot, and that tantric spell thingy oh, my… 🥵 - schmem_14

💭 wowww the dynamics you have going on here!!! 100/10 will be thinking about forever.  - fluxweed

[FIC] People Are Boring || E || 14.3k || by @starquestingfordrarry

“Alright, what’s your terrible news?” Draco braces himself on Harry’s desk. “Weasley’s hot.” “You’ll have to be more specific, there are a lot of hot Weasleys.” Draco makes a strangled, groaning sound in his throat. “The Weasley. Weasel. Weasel-by. Your Weasley.” Harry’s heart jumps to his throat, and his stomach drops to his shoes. “Ron’s back?”

💭 THAT.WAS. DMCJSKDKCJDH. I was excited, my heart ached at one point, I cried, then screeched, this really did have it all 🔥 - Jaqie

💭 So softly angsty then so tender then so sexy. This dynamic just works beautifully, and your Ron is 🔥🔥🔥 - gr8k8

[goblinontour]

We miss you.can you at least talk about anything 💔it doesn’t need to be about the fics yk💔💔

hey

i am always lurking, but i feel like my time to shine has gone and that’s okay. i just don’t have much to say lately, help. i’ve been doing… not much. taking photos, here and there, not as much as i’d like but it’s too uncomfortable going outside in summer so i haven’t been doing that. watching movies occasionally, i think my letterboxd is linked, i try to update it every time. hmm… reading. i’ve read 4 full books this year so far — which might not sound like much, but it’s more than i’ve read in the last 10 years (and that’s not even an exaggeration, embarrassingly so). i’m one of those people that didn’t read any of the stuff you were supposed to read in school, just skimmed through 3 resumes of the thing in question and called it a day, and that worked for me, so i didn’t bother to actually read anything from then on. it’s not good but i don’t think i turned out too dumb after not reading so it’s alright. but we’re living and changing and growing and i’m glad i’m able to read a whole book, beginning to end, to actually finish it! and to actually enjoy doing it. and it’s slowly starting to not take me soooo long to get through one, but i think that’s not just related to my lack of reading before this but also to whatever the fuck ocd tendencies i have that would make me put off doing certain things (like reading or watching a movie) until i had the exact right moment and everything was perfect and the sheets were on the bed without a single wrinkle (i still struggle with that one, i adjust my sheets about 100 times a day, not even joking. i don’t know if that’s something people do or not but it drives me absolutely crazy if they’re not perfect…moving on). this is what i’ve been reading:

i’m currently reading intermezzo (started yesterday) and i used to be charming (loosely, i read the first chapter and it was about the making of ‘the godfather part II” and about al pacino and i stopped after that to focus on lolita). i liked all of them. i don’t have much else to say. except that i developed a slight obsession with call me by your name after reading the book and i WILL go to crema, italy next year (technically, no, but i will make it happen somehow).

[secretlysamcro]

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Black, or neutrals

2. CURRENTLY READING

I haven’t read an actual book in fucking years, the last actual book I read, I think it was ‘The fault in our stars’ BEFORE the actual film came out so yeah, that long ago. HOWEVER 🫢 fanfic is my life okay, always has been. & currently I’m reading any fic involving Jax, duh?! @bellaxgiornata ‘s “All of You” being the last one I just read - chefs fucking kiss. (This babe is slowly and surely converting me to the softer side of jax ngl)

3. LAST SONG

Psycho Killer - Talking Heads (you’ll see why in a minute hehe)

4. LAST MOVIE

Ughh, I can’t actually remember the name of it. Think it was called trap? Or trapped. The killer at the concert. Meh. Kinda shit.

5. SWEET, SAVORY OR SPICY

Imma spicy gyalllll

6. CRAVING

peace & fucking quite. Joking. Ugh, Nothing at the moment? I don’t know. I could say I’m craving the dick of our fav biker boy but that would be too obvious right? SLEEP! I’m fucking tired I’m craving sleep rn.

7. TEA OR COFFEE

Neither if I’m honest 🤣 Not a hot beverage kinda gyal. BUT if I had too, coffee. But still, iced coffee.

8. LAST THING I GOOGLED

“Pirate shaped sandpit”

9. LOOKING FORWARD TO

My boys 2nd birthday is soon, & my plan is for it to be. ‘TWO fast, TWO furious’ so I’m looking forward to making all the lil bits for it with my bestie the cricut machine 🫶🏽

10. CURRENT OBSESSION

Aside from the obvious lol. Well I’m 99.9% sure I have undiagnosed adhd. I do this thing where I focus on something 100% and it’s all I can fucking think about, and then it’s like a switch goes off and I couldn’t give a fuck about it the next week. & then the cycle continues again and again. (SOA actually being the only stable obsession I’ve ever had) Right now, the cycle has landed back on designing clothing again. Specifically for children, mainly my boy. All the boys clothing consist of round here are dinosaurs, boats or they’re just boring!!! So, I design graphics/artwork of the things my own little boy loves, make them into tees and he’s my number 1 model 🫶🏽 (ngl the last few I made for him have baby reapers on lol, gotta channel the SOA vibes somehow) but I can’t tell you how long this creative streak will last I’ll probs be over it soon & circle back to something different.

Tagging these babes, but don’t feel like you have to participate: @bellaxgiornata @puffins-muffins @kuttesandknives @samcrosfaith @juice-ortiz-soa @ravennaortiz @hotdamnhunnam @kellynickelsgirl00 🖤

[laurensturniolo]

Class reunion - sub!Chris Sturniolo X Y/n (fem)

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Y/N POV:

I’ve always liked Chris. Always, but especially since one day in 6th grade. 

“Give me that back!!” he yelled at me.

“No, beg for it!” I start giggling at him.

Something changes in his eyes, almost like he just seemed in my control.

“Please. I’m sorry. Just please”. 

My expression drops. He sounded so weak, like he needed something from me. He was quite literally begging. I immediately gave it back to him and he smirked at me, almost an evil smirk. 

I still think about that day often. Especially when he has a certain look on his face. The look just screams pure submissiveness. His puppy eyes, his red pouty lips… oh my god. He makes me feel weak. I think it would be wrong to say I’m obsessed with him but I'm definitely obsessed with him. He’s just perfect and I just can’t deal with it.

~ ~ ~

It’s our 4 year class reunion. It’s only been 4 years but when I show up, I feel like I don’t remember some people. I’m 21 now, and I guess everyone else is my age or older too. I came in a tight silky black dress and some brand new tennis shoes, nothing fancy. I do some fancier makeup though, just so I look nice for people. Though I never cared how I looked during high school. 

“Hey y/n!” A familiar voice calls out from behind me. I turn around and it’s my high school friend, Tessa.

“Oh my god, hey Tess! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Ugh, I know! You look amazing, how’ve you been?” she asks, smiling at me.

“So do you! I’ve been good, everything’s going good.”

We talk for 10 minutes and then I go around to look at food and decorations. I run into a few familiar faces and give a short conversation. I decide to get some fruit punch just to carry around and drink while I’m here. I finish filling up my class when I turn around and bump into someone, spilling some of my drink on them.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry”.

I look up at this person's face and realize it’s Chris. Chris Sturniolo. My school crush. I slightly blush at him due to embarrassment but also the fact that I’m right in front of him. He seems slightly pissed but he calms down.

“You’re fine, I know it was an accident. You’re y/n, right?” he says in a fun tone.

“Yea, and you’re Chris, right?” I already know who he is.

“Yup, surprised you didn’t call me Matt”. He jokes. God, I missed him.

“Couldn’t mistake you for Matt, trust me”.

He smirks and tilts his head slightly. “Oh really? Why not?” I suddenly freeze. I can’t just tell him I had and still have a crush on him, that’s so awkward. I realize I’m blushing so I disguise it with me being “nervous”. “Oh uh, you were just in a lot of my classes, especially in senior year.”

“Ohhh, right right. So, how’ve you been? You’ve changed… a lot”

I look a little confused. Have I really? I mean I was still going through puberty until senior year. My boobs got a little bigger and my face got skinnier along with the rest of my body and just a minor color difference to my hair. But god, Chris is realizing this? Does this mean he noticed me in high school too? 

“Really? Thanks I guess”

“Of course… you look good” He says ‘good’ almost seductively. I want to ignore it but I just can’t. 

“Thank you… you do too” I smile sweetly.

We talk for a little while longer and I play everything off well, almost no hints I like him. I’m still talking to him when I look down just to avoid eye contact.

He’s hard.

My eyes widen at the sight. I avoid eye contact at all costs to make sure he doesn’t know I know.

“Hey. Whatcha lookin at?”

Shit, he knows. 

“O-oh nothing. Sorry” I laugh it off to avoid embarrassment. He walks closer to me. The 3 feet in front of me turns into a foot or less.

“I know what you’re looking at, sweetheart.” He whispers seductively. “I’m not fooling you, you saw what you saw. Neither of us can hide it now”.

I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m silent for a few seconds when his hand reaches up to bring my chin to look at him.

“I’m talking to you.”

“I-I.. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry sweetheart. Wanna help me with this?” He tilts his head down to look at his erection. I know what I want to say. But do I say it? I just nod dumbly. He chuckles and says, “Let’s go find a room then, pretty girl.”

We walk upstairs and Chris waves at a few people on the way. God I forgot he’s popular. We finally find a bedroom and Chris opens the door. The second we’re inside, He pushes me against the door and kisses me roughly. He pushes me back a little more so he can lock the door while still in the kiss. His tongue slides on my bottom lip, asking for an entrance to which I immediately obey. I whimper into the kiss only making him get rougher with me. His hands make their way up to my lower hips and he grabs them, making me whimper again. I can feel him smiling.

He pulls away suddenly. I look at him and his eyes are blown out, almost no blue is seen anymore. He looks needy, so needy. 

“Awww you look desperate”. I say in a joking tone.

“Please” is all he can blurt out. I smile and kiss him, I’m taking all control. I kiss him rougher and he starts whimpering. God, it’s so attractive. After a minute, I pull away from the kiss.

“How about we lay on the bed? That okay baby?”

He blushes and his eyes get wider at the nickname. He nods eagerly. I grab his hand and he sits on the edge of the bed. I sit on his thighs to straddle him. I look down to look at his eyes and he looks desperate. I grab his face and kiss him again but this time, I tilt my head a little to really get into the kiss and I can tell he likes this way more. My hand makes its way down his neck, to his chest, then right down to his bulge in his pants. I lightly palm over it and he inhales sharply at the touch. I start palming a little harder and little whines and moans come out of his mouth. 

“Tell me what you want baby,” I tell him, looking in his eyes.

Something in his eyes changes in that moment.

“P-please suck me off. Please y/n.” He says in a whiny voice. I smirk and get on my knees in front of him. I motion for him to take his pants off and he immediately obeys. He takes his boxers off and he’s rock hard. I look at him to make sure he’s fully okay with this and he nods, looking down at me. Finally, I lightly stroke his dick with my middle finger and he squirms slightly. 

I hold his thigh down with my open hand, “Stop squirming or i’ll stop.” He nods and immediately replies, “I-i’m sorry.” I stroke harder and a little faster with just my middle finger still and everything in his body is trying to stop him from squirming. I use my whole hand now and he moans quietly.

“Be loud, baby. It’s okay” I reassure him.

I start stroking him faster and he moans louder. “Y/n, pleaseeee.. o-oh please”

I look at him right in the eyes. “What Chris? What do you want?” He looks down right at my eyes and says, “suck me off.. please y/n/n” 

Everything in me changes after he says my nickname while he’s begging for me. I immediately open my mouth and go for it. I start with the tip and he gasps. He’s trying so hard not to move at all and it makes me smile slightly. Then, I finally lower my mouth and bob my head up and down at a decent pace. He’s a whimpering mess at this point. He keeps saying shit like,

“Pleaseeeee… oh my god”

“So good baby, so good for me”

“Holyyyyy…”

I start bobbing my head faster and I suck a little harder as he’s moaning louder by the second. 

“Y/n god… HOLY-“ I cover his mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up, Chris. Do you want everyone at our goddamn class reunion to hear you moaning for me?” He shakes his head aggressively. “Yea, I didn’t think so.”

I move faster and he’s a mess. His eyes are watering, he’s sweating, whimpering non stop.

I keep doing this until finally I let go. He whines at the loss of contact, I finally take off my dress and reveal that I’m not wearing a bra. His eyes almost immediately look at my tits and he’s in awe. I stand up to take off my black lace panties and he whimpers at the sight.

“God please y/n.. I need you, all of you. You’re so fucking gorgeous” I blush.

“Thank you chris..” I straddle his thighs, right below his dick. He looks directly in my eyes with desire and I lift myself up, right above his dick. 

“How badly do you want this, Chris? Tell me baby.”

“So… so fucking bad y/n. God, please baby. Please ride my cock…” His little whiny voice is so sweet, I can’t say no.

I finally lower myself on his cock and he throws his head back. “You're such a good boy… right? My good boy?” Doe eyes. He gives me straight doe eyes. “Y-yes y/n. I’m your good boy, only yours”.

I finally bottom out and kiss him while I wait  a minute to get used to this feeling. Once I finally get used to it, I start bouncing slowly. 

“H-holy shit.” He exhales. I whimper slightly at the good feeling.

I start bouncing faster and harder and Chris is a fucking mess, this guy doesn’t shut up. He’s whining or whimpering every second, begging me to keep going. “Please, baby. Don’t stop now, please…” “I’m not gonna stop Chris. Calm down, sweetheart…”

I bounce harder and kiss his collarbones while doing so. His legs start shaking and I know what’s about to come out of his mouth. “Y/n… f-fuck I’m.. I’m so close…”

“Yea? Be a good boy and hold it for a little while longer”. I don’t want to sound rude, I just really want us to enjoy our orgasm together. “P-please… please let me cum”

“Almost baby.. it’s okay, almost.”

Tears fall from his eyes as he grabs my hips hard. “P-please!! God y/n/n. PLEASE” His legs shake, indicating he’s so close. “Y/N I NEED TO CU-“ He cuts himself off with a moan while releasing inside of me. I follow with my orgasm a few seconds later, moaning his name quietly.

I slow my actions down, letting him finish. “F-fuck y/n. I’m so sorry… I-I couldn’t hold it…”

I grab his jaw to force him to look at him. “It’s okay baby. I know… I know it was hard.” I grab his face and kiss him sweetly, reassuring him. “You did sooo good for me, Chris. So fucking good” He blushes at my compliment.

“Let’s get us cleaned up” I say, walking to the bathroom to get a wet towel. I cleaned us up for 5 minutes and we lay in bed for a few minutes. We both get our clothes back on and walk out. Yes, my dream with my goddamn crush came true. When we got out, no one looked like they knew what happened. 

Until…

“You dirty little whores.” Nick looks at us both, disgusted.

[totaltrauma]

Congrats on total trauma's 5-year anniversary! If it's ok, i have been wondering about your writing technique. Ive read a lot of stories where you can tell the creator is too attached to the characters, and it makes for a very weird reading experience. theres this one webtoon in particular that tries to mash in edgy grimdark with lolrandom humor and it gives me whiplash but they act like their writing is god's gift to the world. However, ive noticed with total trauma that you (in my opinion) are able to achieve what so many creators seem to yearn for in terms of balance between humor vs some really heavy topics. In particular, the scene where Duncan gets hospitalized and everyone's getting phone calls, even Lindsay, but when she picks up the phone in the phone booth shes like "how did you get this number?" that made me snort so hard my throat ached for days afterward. You have many scenes like this where i giggle as i remember them, yet it doesnt take away from the sensitivity and respect with which you treat the heavy topics. Ive also noticed you seem to break the expectation i had in my mind in regard to your level of attachment to the characters; ive been following you since dA and so i've seen how important characters like Heather are to you. My experience, my own writing included, is that usually when creators write about a character they are very attached to, the bias is very obvious to the audience, and so weird writing decisions are made in favor of propping up that character. But again, this wasnt the impression i got from reading Heather in your work. So i guess my question is, how tf do you balance all this? Were there jokes you had to cut out, aspects of Heather's character you had to shave, in order to make your writing more appealing to a wider audience? What is your technique for blending humor and heavy topics in a way that enhances both? Ive wondered this for awhile and im really interested in hearing your journey of how you got to such a compelling storytelling style

First of all, this is so incredibly flattering, so thank you so much.

Not everyone agrees with you though, I must say! I’ve caught a lot of flack for my use of humor during dark moments. Specifically I saw a tweet about the comic where Noah and Owen are gawking over Justin stretching at the hospital, and the person was like “Duncan is literally dying.” Which, fair, HAHA. I thought it was a nice moment of levity, but not everyone sees it the way I do— I’m glad that you do!

At the risk of sounding full of myself, I think I’ve just always had a good natural sense of where to put comedy beats. There aren’t really any rules or guidelines I follow, I just feel it out. I’ve been writing comedy since I was a little kid. As a child I had a YouTube channel with two thousand followers (which felt like a million to a child.) I had a narrative comedy series that I made by dubbing over clips of The Sims 2, which I still think is very funny to this day. I learned a lot about writing jokes from spending 10 years making that series.

Still, some jokes don’t land the way I hoped. I thought it would be really funny if, during a very melodramatic serious scene, Cody was wearing an anime hoodie the whole time. If I knew just how much hatred and cruelty would be lobbed my direction because of that anime hoodie, I would’ve second guessed that decision.

I’m happy you think my obsession with Heather hasn’t tainted the way I write her! That I chalk up mostly to the fact that I’ve had distance from her. My real Heather obsessed years were around 2016 when I was in community college. By the time I was writing TT, I had moved on from my Heather obsession to an obsession with a different character (shout out to DDADDS, you were there for me when no one else was.) I think the fact that I had that space away from my obsessed years allowed me to write her with more fairness and clarity. Heather still, clearly, means the world to me, but it’s not like it was. I used to cry about her on the daily. Let’s be glad it’s not like that anymore.

Also, I’ve honestly never really been concerned with making my work appeal to a wide audience — at least, that wasn’t my concern in V1.

(My original plan for V2 was centered around a lawsuit against Chris for sexual assault against a certain Pahkitew character. THAT I deemed too dark and removed to make my work more appealing to a wider audience.)

I can’t think of an example of a joke that I’ve been like “I can’t do that, not here, not now.” But I’m sure there has been a couple.

Sorry if this answer wasn’t extremely informative. I’ll think on it some more and reblog this ask with more information if I think of some!

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @juliakayyy @lingy910y @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @mickeysgaymom @deedala @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @stocious @mybrainismelted @energievie

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) would be pretty cool, AND magic.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Do laws include laws of science and… y’know… reality? If not… Mother fucking dragon, baby!

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Salt & Pepper chicken. Duck pancakes. Satay chicken. Prawn crackers. An insane quantity of spring rolls for @rutherinahobbit

What's your favorite emoji?

I’ve become very fond of 🫡, but the one I use most often is probably 🥺 - it’s literally my face. I look at Ruth like that and say ‘I am the emoticon’ and then she has to be nice to me… 🥺

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

Library. For the aesthetic and the comfy comfy reading nooks! Also I would be able to have all my favourite fic bound and displayed in the library <3 <3 <3

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

My Little Pony and Animals Of Farthing Wood

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had it for longer, but I first started really using it for Shadowhunters, and 90% of the fandom was here, before it largely moved to Twitter, and now has been struggling to move back, so has sort of become a bit homeless 🥺

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Anything neat and tailored. I think it looks fly AF, but I have neither the body type nor the patience for it.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Stars Hallow is really good shout I’ve seen other people use. Also any fictional TV show that basically takes place in a home, only. I’d be all over that! haha

What is your favorite piece of art? 

I’ve been obsessed with ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’ ever since I was about 10 years old.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

I recently broke my water bottle so I’ve got a temporary replacement one and I hate it. It’s boring and too big and not the right shape. Grr.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I’m pretty loud about all my fic feelings. Sometimes I unexpectedly enjoy a Mafia/Crime AU, though I would never go looking for it!

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I’ve got three. A tote bag for when I bring lunch Tupperwares into work or otherwise have to transport big things. A large backpack for when I bring my laptop into work or travel. And a tiiiiiiiny backpack (smaller than A5) and the weirdest thing is how much stuff I manage to fit into it! First Aid Kit. Sewing Kit. Wallet. Phone. Portable Phone Charger. Sunglasses. Tissues. Cigarettes. House keys. Pill box. Misc. hair things for when other people need them.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Carl. Ultimate chaos couple!!!! 🙌

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

We all know the old adage: You're only ever one good fic away from developing that weird kink you keep making jokes about, stay humble.

There’s nothing that hits quite the way an unexpected horny swoop hits! Stay humble. Stay open. Stay curious.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Mickey Milkovich voice: YUP YUP

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

Agree with @lingy910y - I absolutely see Mickey and Carl fighting for the bat! it’s their potato masher!! <3

Tagging @silvanshadow @captainjowl @thisdivorce @crestfallercanyon @heymacy @ohkate @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @ian-galagher @imikhailotakeyouian @mikhailoisbaby @depressedstressedlemonzest

[pedrocomicreviews]

The Immortal Thor Full Book Review

“And I am just a man.“

The most blatant case of fraudulent advertising since The Neverending Story! Spoilers.

Jokes aside, Al Ewing delivers yet another excellent book in Marvel canon, which was unfortunately shot in the knee a couple times by rocky execution of some ideas, meandering plot lines and at least one attempt at being funny that didn’t quite go anywhere. 

Just so I say it and we’re on the same page, I really liked The Immortal Thor. It’s obviously not over; Mortal Thor has already been announced and will be maintaining the same team and story moving forward. This is the halfway point of the story and it was always meant to be like this. Whether or not it would have generated another #1 issue in times past is anyone’s guess, but either way. We’re talking about a story half-told.

And I think most of that story was pretty good. I particularly really enjoyed the idea of “Gods above Gods” Ewing weaved with the Utgard gang– Utgard-Thor and Utgard-Loki were extremely compelling antagonists for as little as they were in the story, and I hope to see something on that level again in the next book. 

Specifically, I really appreciate this book taking Thor as a mythological character again. I mentioned it in other reviews, but I think the downfall of a Thor book is when you copy and paste a wikipedia article about some named character in the Eddas and say they’re a new Thor villain, while completely ignoring what they represented or even did to accrue notoriety in the first place. Thor as a comic book character is, to me, a lot less interesting than Thor as a creature who has been the subject of stories so old, he doesn’t expect anyone alive to know of them. I think Ewing writes that aspect of the character extremely well, in a way I’ve always wanted to see.

This was in many ways a return to form for a lot of characters. Thor is wearing his classic costume and interacting with his classic friends and foes. Loki, who became one of my favorite characters due to Ewing’s Agent of Asgard, is back in a somewhat antagonistic role after basically becoming the main character of the Asgardians for a while. And they’re incredible at it– the new design as the Skald and the things they do in this are so up my alley, I really think this is as good as Loki has been in a Thor book in decades.

The first few issues of this are really compelling, and set up some very interesting things that the book consistently rewards you for remembering, or just paying attention to. Promises are kept, characters do exactly what they say they will do, and everything is told in a way that you can only do when you plan your stories ahead. Not the masterclass of novelty that Immortal Hulk was, but an incredible time either way.

Which is what we can say about the ten or so first issues, but then we run into where things take a bit of a turn. Let’s talk about Roxxon and humor as social commentary. 

Around issue #9 or #10 of The Immortal Thor, we’re introduced to the idea that Dario Agger, the minotaur CEO of local evil company Roxxon, alongside the Enchantress, has tainted Thor’s reputation on a meta level. He’s made people believe that Thor is a dumb, violent little man by publishing a magic comic book that convinces everyone Thor is basically a corporate mascot for Roxxon, which comes off as his story being one where he’s a techbro obsessed with gadgets who’s fighting Loki, the god of lies who controls the woke mob through fake news.

And, like, look, listen, it’s, it’s fine. It’s a fine joke. The book is drawn by Greg Land, which I must assume is on purpose, as a commentary on the exact kind of art that man produces on the regular. And it has some funny jokes– 

I’ve been laughing at this page for about a year. Sometimes I still go YAAAAY 10 HOUR VIDEO ESSAY to myself in a dark room, as my life falls apart and my friends give up on reaching out. But, the point I’m trying to make here is that this is the singular most important fucking thing that happens in this entire book until the last issue. This is the reason why Thor leaves Earth almost for the entire rest of the book, and only really returns for single appearances in other books or for specific story beats. This is the introduction of Thor as a “story”-- a thing you can alter to your will if you simply tell it a different way, which is Loki’s purview. 

And it’s simply not… good enough a story, I feel. Not THE ROXXIN’ THOR! in general, obviously that 900-issue strong run is classic for a reason, the NFThor event is still a gem; but the way this arc is told in the story really leaves a lot to be desired. It doesn’t have a conclusion and it basically acts as an excuse for Thor to stop focusing on human affairs, which the plot does need. We’re going to get more about it in Mortal Thor, but if you take Immortal Thor as a full book– which it is, Marvel will sell it as one, issue #25 is the last issue of The Immortal Thor volume 1,– then you’ll be left thoroughly disappointed.

It’s particularly egregious because it’s not like a loose thread; we have constant updates about how the Roxxon storyline is still ongoing and will continue at some point, we just never… go there again. Instead we’re left with a book that will then go on to have more setup, and weave more threads for the future of the story. Thor has a son now and we barely spend time with him. Thor and Sif reconnect and it’s basically a call for emotion after the end. Hell, Heimdall comes back! He’s just back! And then we move on!

And the setup is fun, it’s not uninteresting. Thor spends a long time acquiring three different weapons to confront Utgard, and those are nice little labors– even featuring Hercules, at some point. His relationship with Loki falls apart once more, and while that story’s been told a lot of times, it’s always fun to see Ewing writing it.

Which can’t always be said about the art. The beginning of the book counted with the immeasurably talented Martin Cóccolo, with colors by Matthew Wilson. A genuine dream team, which made the book have an incredible look that really added to the experience. But after that original first few issues and around when the Roxxon arc began, Cóccolo goes on to draw Ahmed’s Wolverine, and the main art is taken over by Jan Balzadua, with colors by Matt Hollingsworth. The book never looks bad, but it does go from looking like this…

To looking like this.

And just so we’re clear, this isn't bad art at all. This is obviously competent at worst and pretty good at best. It’s just a massive shame that it doesn’t seem to have the page-by-page gravitas and synergy that the original duo had going on for almost 10 full issues. And I do feel like the end suffers from it, too– the final few designs of enemies we had been teased before are very simplistic and don’t quite have the same sense of scale and menace that the original issues had. The run really depended on Thor looking like a thing out of myth, and while I believe Cóppolo and Wilson managed that more often than not, I kinda feel like Balzadua and Hollingsworth draw him “normal”. Like just another superhero doing his thing. Which is obviously fine, but, ah, man, god damn, we had something here.

Unevenly slow pacing and inconsistent art culminates into a pretty good finale that I believe lands, and introduces us to our new status quo very succinctly: Thor wakes up on Earth, not a god but a man named Sigurd Jarlson, a name five Thor fans may remember as one he held in the 80s. Loki’s prophetic killing of Thor shattered the metaphysical connection between Midgard and the rest of the realms; Thor and the Gods have simply never existed aside from stories. It’s an in-universe retcon that will be the focus of the next part of the story. The world remembers Beta Ray Bill as the Avenger with a hammer, not the Odinson.

And I’m very excited to see how books that weren’t in on the bit deal with this. Surely we’re going to keep having Thor stories parallel to this, but I am curious if they’ll have Beta Ray Bill showing up in Avengers every once in a while. I’m also very keen to see what Sigurd will be like in this new era, especially as Roxxon will probably use Thor as… well, as Marvel uses Thor. A character that can be anything, and say anything corporate wants him to.

There’s a lot that can go right and a lot that can go wrong with where we go from here. I’m very optimistic, because it’s one of my favorite writers doing a story I’m already invested in, but it took a while to get here. A while that I think could have been shorter and sweeter, instead of somewhat stretched out into a nice number for volume collection. 

The sordid affairs of comic book-making aside, this is a great Thor run, but not for everyone. I’m looking forward to the continuation, and am very curious where Marvel will allow the team to take this character next.

[bloomingstay]

favorite kpop group tag~ thank you @binniesbang!

who is your favorite kpop group?

stray kids, if that was any surprise

which member sparked your interest first?

hyunjin! i've almost always been pulled in by the dancer (lee know i know but) specifically the style of dance hyunjin excels in. the isolation is so satisfying and cool. for some reason choreo always gets a song stuck in my head??

But also!! I had heard they produced their own music and that really got me interested in kpop again

who was your first bias?

chris bang 🤍 went from zero to ult within no more than two days tbh…

what makes them your current bias?

oh god. um. i'll put this in the least embarrassing way possible. (this is a kpop tumblr blog I should probably get over it)

it was a particularly bad year. i stumbled upon their silly videos (thank you stay for the edits<3) and they made me laugh. then i started seeing clips of chans room and him interacting with the boys and just like... he's so wonderful. he's generous and kind and loving and thoughtful. just a shy lil guy who also happens to be a flirt and a fucking dork and it's cute man idk shut upp

who is your bias wrecker?

i was certain i'd never have one, i truly adore each of those boys so so much.

i was however proven wrong after a very sweet, silly compilation of binnie being ridiculous. followed by a face cam of his sclass performance in the supreme jersey?? and the curls?? he has such amazing stage presence and he's a great dancer. but he kept going from his cute sweet binnie expressions looking like he was just so into it and having fun, to the "dark rapper" eyes and commanding stage presence. and like, wow. 🖤 i am a sucker for that kind of duality.

which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/wrecker?

in another reality han is my wrecker. that boy is the epitome of what i used to look for in guys: babygirl. lol. well, and insanely talented and funny and everything. I adore him

after befriending a couple seungmin stans, i started looking for pics and clips to send them and found myself so incredibly impressed with him and touched by some of the things he's said and done. plus he’s a funny little shit.

hwang hyunjin is such a sweet boy. since we got producer jinnie on the last album i have been looking back and just so impressed with his growth 🤍

when did you first discover the group?

(Upon editing I realize I read this as ‘how’ but oh well)

okokok so

i was a kpop fan 2014-2017 and went all in. kcon and concerts the whole thing

but then i was just on my usual 6 hour yt shorts binge as i tried to fall asleep and saw skz reacting to the "your eyes" mv, specifically felix's part, obviously. i watched it like 12 times just cry laughing at han screaming, hyunjin trying to escape, channie hiding behind his hands and squealing. it was just so funny to see a group kind of clowning their own shit? i thought they were hilarious.

then i saw julien (solomita) had reacted to 'topline' and i was soooo into it. immediately went to watch some mvs and decided cool i'll be a totally normal casual fan of this group’s music….. :)

THEN a lovely lady i'd followed on my 10 year old tumblr account posted about skz. i messaged her that I’d finally decided to check them out and she was kind enough to answer questions and entertain my onslaught of messages as I screamed about how much I love these boys. and she still does everyday so. thank you hana 🌸

have you ever been to one of their concerts?

not yet~

what are some of your favorite songs by them?

THIS SECTION TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG. disclaimer: I absolutely could not include non ot8 this would’ve been 30 songs (I’m probably going to cheat)

Hall of fame. bitch ever since that live stage (which was the first time I’d heard it) I’ve listened to the sclass album 3 times a week no joke, goddamn it’s so good. so just know, i pulled almost every song from that album off this list when i made cuts

levanter. a hard pill to swallow mid relationship struggles and holds a lot of meaning for me.

secret secret. i can't get over how professional this song sounds and how it was just a few years in?

leave. where i got my username~ like I said, relationship stuff. You have not yet really bloomed When the new season comes I hope the warmth will make you bloom Into a flower that never dies

sclass. *bling bling* HIPHOPSTEP. such a fucking chaotic mess of a jam.

megaverse. the breakdown? MEGAPHONE. Han, bitch? We make the rules nobody can hold me yeaaahhh. Your body shakes - STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD. Sorry, flawless.

gods menu. ate, bitch. chan was something the fuck else

domino. neeed I say more

social path is bomb

grow up. read lyrics for the first time just now ow

eternity. told u I’d cheat.

love poem. big cheat my list worth it

I am going to be so mad when I realize I missed a song I listen to 7 times a day but been doin this for 2 hours so I’m calling it. Also forgive me I’m still working through the discography (backwards) and haven’t listened to the full first couple albums.

the adhd is allowing no further focus or thought so i will be tagging the same friends as my last tag post no pressure <3

@channieblossoms @skzms @roseykat @thefantasyden @seungsungracha @astraysis @channieswife

Thank you again @binniesbang for tagging me~!

[agardenofbasil]

Basil….. I don’t have the words to express how incredible lfts is (was 😭). Your writing has been nothing short of incredible.

I found myself so beyond hooked with this story when it was around 19-20 chapters complete and honestly at first I told myself I wasn’t going to read it. I’m not one for reading incomplete works and I’m not one for reading works above like 15k so at first I scrolled past it and didn’t think much of it. Then, because as you said it is quite literally the worlds tiniest football rpf fandom, after having read all of the other 10 Unai/Pedri fics on ao3 and still finding myself obsessed with them and the euros hug video, I gave in and started reading lfts even tho it was incomplete. And if anything lfts just proved my “no reading incomplete works” rule to be valid because I very quickly because obsessed with this story. I would REGULARLY check for updates (I’m talking like several times a day) and I never wanted to pressure you to post because I knew at the end of the day this was a labor of love that you were doing for free for us but I was kinda gnawing at the bars of my enclosure after every chapter waiting for the next one lol.

Anyways, I basically fell in love with this story. I was beyond obsessed with it. Still am. When you updated the chapters to say that this would be the last one I literally felt like i was going into mourning. It felt like I would be forced to say goodbye to an old friend. And I really didn’t want to. But the story had to end. And I thought I wouldn’t be ready for it. But I was. And end it did, so, so spectacularly.

I will admit that for the first half of this final chapter I was cursing your name. The longer I saw that Unai was by himself, the more time o saw was passing, years and years, seasons and seasons, I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry and yell and come into your inbox and pull a Karen and ask to speak to your fanfiction manager lol. Because I was obsessed with this story. And it felt like it was going to end without closure, without happiness. And I know this story has always been more realistic than most fanfics. Hell, it’s basically a literary fiction novel if you think about it. Take away the gay football rpf and it’s literally the literary fiction novel of the century (I’m not even joking, it worked for those Harry Styles fics, why can’t it work for you). Anyways, I’m getting off track. I knew this story was always more realistic than your regular fanfic, and I was scared you were going to send Unai and Pedri on their separate ways without giving them a happy ending. (A silly thing to be scared of, I know, but you really have no idea the impact this fic has had on me).

But then Unai was nervous about speaking at a charity event…. And I knew then and there that despite cursing your name for the past ~5,000 words, you were never going to NOT deliver.

Hearing Pedri call out to Unai from the crowd (AGAIN!!!!) was everything I ever wanted from this series and more. This series has been more than a character study, more than an exploration into these two people, more than just fanfiction. I think more often than not when creative writing is presented in the form of fanfiction it is often discredited and looked down on because people write it off by saying “oh well you didn’t create the characters, you didn’t create the plot, you just want to write about two people kissing or having sex blah blah blah”. But I genuinely have never disagreed with any sentiment more. Around ALL fanfic, but if I had to give a specific example to rebut that point, I would show them this fic. I know if already said it twice now but this fic in my opinion is better than some published novels I’ve read. And I’m not just saying that to gas you up. The way that you were able to craft actual storylines out of these players/games/football new articles and rumors is so genuinely impressive. I know you said that you don’t work in anything writing related but my god Basil you have a real, raw, genuine talent.

Anyways, I’m gonna go before I get even more emosh over a gay football rpf fic (but just know it’s really become one of my favorite things I’ve ever read). I loved lfts my friend. You are so so so talented. Thank you so much for writing it. You’ll never know how much it’s meant to me.

Sincerely,

Your most attentive reader.

P. S. The jealous over Nilo scene at the very end was GOLD. Perfect way to seal the series.

P. P. S. Make the next one hurt less please, my heart can’t take this much angst

I am totally floored by this comment. I got this a day ago and I still have no idea how to write back to it but I’ll try my very hardest.

I think what makes me happiest about your comment is that you gave LFTS a chance even though it was unfinished, angsty, long, and about a niche couple. In almost a sadistic way, I’m cackling because yeah, that’s exactly the effect I want to have on someone, and I love that you’ve shared that with me. Trust me when I say that I too was shaking the bars of my cage, especially when I had so much of certain chapters done but had to wait to perfect/edit/finalize them.

I think mourning is a good way to put it for both of us actually. A part of me really thinks, “Oh. There’s really nothing I have to post by Friday/Tuesday. The writing schedule is flexible again.” I’m very grateful that you and others have said that you’d be perfectly happy for this story to go on and on. It’s almost startling to think that initially, I only planned for 60,000 words. We’re over double that, which actually is very classic of me, but because I almost always write how a story ends first, I just kept thinking, man, will this satisfy everyone? Will it be worth the wait? And honestly, if a reader like you is satisfied with the ending, then my work here is done.

You’re making me blush, seriously haha. I think I got quite lucky, actually. There’s a really great Barca community here, you included, that not only answered all my questions, but also indulged me while I was writing. I relied on source material from everywhere, like Barca’s website, Marca, pundits, etc. Fan spaces and translations were the most helpful and I cannot stress that enough. All the anons who’ve ever sent me articles and asks and tweets, pedripics and their translations, peligrosapopagain and demon-or-bird explaining things to me, Basque bloggers and sports fans on Twitter. If LFTS felt realistic, it’s because I had real help along the way. Your thoughts here remind me that yes, writing is solitary, but fanfiction can be community based and it’s really lovely when it is.

In the end, I’m very very happy that you liked the ending, that you felt it came full circle, that the characters spoke to you. Your compliments mean so much and I hope every writer is as lucky as I am to have you in their corner cheering them on! I like to say that comments and compliments really do push a writer in the right direction, but this seriously goes above and beyond. Thank you, for letting Longing for the Shore mean something to you. 💚🍃

And yes, I promise the next Unaidri fic will be a lot more lighthearted. ☺️