#and she's very lowkey about her feelings for the most part but it's definitely there imo

[welcometogrouchland]

crying thinking about demiromantic willow park. what if she was just like me for real???

[ughgoaway]

I just want to touch you

Content warnings; pregnancy smut, oral (f receiving), jerking off, cum play, fingering, slight overstimulation, awful writing, swearing, and mustache matty lol

a/n; It's definitely words on a page. Beyond that? Who fucking knows. This is unsurprisingly mediocre/ bad, and lowkey there’s no plot just smut, but meh who cares! It is also rushed and not really a fic?? Idk I think I just feel weird lol. Anyway, this was all inspired by the new pic of Matty from yesterday and, as usual, a conversation between me and @nowshesdoingitallthetime . Sorry if this is bad! Try and enjoy I guess!

word count; 2.4k ish

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“Matty?” you shout into the empty rooms of the house, the only response you get is the echo of your voice back. As you climb up the stairs you subconsciously rest your hand on your stomach, feeling your baby flutter at the contact. Being 5 months pregnant meant you felt massive, but realistically you had only really “popped” a few days ago, much to Matty’s joy. 

Every spare second he has with you, his hand rests on your stomach, Annie is the same whenever she's with the two of you. Most nights recently have ended with Annie fast asleep resting on your bump, and Matty snoring next to you with his hand placed right next to her head. You always stayed awake, as it seemed that whenever you even thought about closing your eyes, baby Healy took that as a message to start moving and keeping you awake.

You reach the top of the stairs, but before you shout his name once again, you hear the familiar sound of running water and realise your boyfriend must still be in the shower. Part of your brain is screaming at you to sneak in there with him, and whilst you're sure he would love that, you decide to just sit on the bed and wait instead. 

Your whole life, you'd heard how crazy pregnancy hormones were, and you smiled and nodded your head as if you understood, but you now realise you had no idea. The first trimester was mostly morning sickness and feeling nauseous even at the smell of coffee, but so far, the second is having a very different effect on you.

Most notably, your insatiable horniness when it comes to matty. Don’t get it wrong, you always wanted to fuck him, that much was clear by the pregnancy itself, but recently it's borderline all you can think about. 

Needless to say, those thoughts were not helped when he stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist, and his facial hair shaved once again in the mustache you'd recently been missing.

When Matty had first shaved his curls off, your initial reaction was pain followed by intense longing for them back, but after a few months, it had been starting to grow on you. You missed having something to pull at, but you had to admit, at certain (most) angles, he looked good.

Despite it being impossible, Matty would swear the hormones were affecting him, too. Seeing you pregnant with his child has unlocked some sort of primal instinct in his head that he can't turn off. All he wants to do is touch you. And Matty could tell from the way your eyes graze his body and the goosebumps growing over your skin that you want the exact same thing. The combination of his half-naked body, the new facial hair, and your pregnancy hormones was making it hard for you to hide any of the thoughts racing through your mind

“Hey baby, you have a good day?” Matty asks as he walks over to you, slotting himself between your open legs and bending down to press a peck to your lips. The feeling of his rough hair brushing over your top lip immediately makes you moan, and you can't stop yourself from wrapping your hands around Matty's neck and holding him against your lips.

He melts into your hold quickly, moving his hands to rest on your cheeks as your kiss becomes more desperate with the second, needy moans whimpered against closed lips and tongues pressing their way into mouths.

You whimper in disappointment as Matty drags his lips away from yours, but any complaints you may have had fall from your head as he drops to his knees in front of you. Dragging your legs onto his shoulders and winking at you before slowly pulling your panties off and moving his way up your legs.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? Gotta make my girl feel so good” Matty whispers against your skin, kissing his way up your thighs. His honey-brown eyes hold contact with you, you fight to keep your eyes open, but the second he blows a puff of air over your cunt, you close them and let your head fall backwards into the pile of pillows surrounding you. The sheets below you wrinkle as you arch your back against the bed, desperately trying to feel Matty's mouth on you.

He stays between your legs occasionally blowing puffs of mean air and watching you writhe at the feeling, “shit- matty, please. Put your mouth on me so bad I need it. Please, I can't- oh fuck.” The second Matty’s lips are on you, you feel your whole body shake at the contact. His lips wrap around your clit, suctioning hard and teasing the bud with his tongue.

Matty savours the way you react to his touch, feeling himself growing hard as he studies your every reaction. Seeing your shirt ride up as you tremble below him is driving Matty insane, all he wants to do is burrow himself inside you and fuck you until you’re drooling. But watching the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when his lips suction around your clit is too delicious to stop, his every sense is overwhelmed by you.

“Taste so fucking good sweetheart, fucking made for me aren’t you?” Matty mumbles against your core, unable to pull himself away for even a second. The tremor of his voice vibrates through you, and your knuckles grow white from how tightly you’re gripping the sheets below you.

You desperately suck in a breath as Matty dips his tongue inside you, burrowing himself between your legs and smirking into you as your thighs clamp his head in place. The hairs of his mustache brush over your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. 

A flush covers your skin as your heart races in your chest. The rough graze of his facial hair against your thighs is no doubt leaving burns in its wake. Images of you feeling that same burn every time something brushes your skin rush through your mind and make you gasp. Without thinking, you move your hand to the back of Matty’s head, holding him tighter against you.

Matty devours your cunt, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh as he pulls you impossibly closer. Juices drip down his chin like the juice of a peach falling down his face, decorating his chin and bare chest with your slick. 

His eyes roll into the back of his head at the taste of you, moaning into your core as he consumes you, lust swirling around in his already hazy head. Time dripped like honey when Matty was between your thighs. He treats every second as if it's the last time he’ll get to taste you.

“So fucking pretty f’me, fuck I’ll never get tired of being between your thighs, could fucking live here, can never get enough of you. You'd love that wouldn't you, princess? Always fucking needy for me, my girl.”

You grab one of his hands and unhook it from your thighs, guiding it up to your chest with a sly smile. Matty's fingers brush against your pebbled skin without a second thought, your body involuntarily arching into his touch. Desperate pants fall from your lips, mixing with garbled moans as Matty twists your nipples between his calloused fingertips.

“You want me to play with your tits angel? Make you feel really good for me, yeah?” Matty whispers into your skin, pulling away from your cunt for just a few seconds, pressing kisses to your thighs and spreading your wetness over your skin in the shape of his lips.

The feeling of sweet release pools at the bottom of your spine, licking up your body as Matty works his mouth over you. He can't bring himself to pull away from your skin again, sucking in breaths for a few seconds as he moves between your clit and your entrance, the rhythmic stroke of his tongue making the ache between your thighs grow almost painful as you teetered on the edge of that all-consuming feeling.

Finally, pleasure bloomed inside of you, your hips stuttering as the buzz of bliss bubbles under your skin. Matty's mouth worked against you and dragged every second of pleasure on for what felt like minutes, shockwaves gripping your body when his nose brushed over your sensitive clit.

Your chest heaves as the aftershocks finally die down, Matty pulling away from you and standing up on shaky legs. Eventually, you manage to force your eyes open, looking at Matty’s face with a smirk. His mustache was wet with your release, the whole bottom half of his face shiny with your slick.

But before you study his face too long, you find your eyes dragging down his whole body and settling on the unmistakable bulge under his towel. Fuck, he had got hard just from eating you out. Matty had always said he’d happily die between your thighs but seeing he can't help but get an erection just from the taste of you makes you dizzy.

Matty notices your eyes focused on his dick and can't help the flush of embarrassment that overtakes him. He’s about to insist it's okay, and you don't need to do anything in return. All he wanted to do was make you feel good, and judging from your still shaking thighs, he feels pretty good about that. Before he can, though, you’re sitting up and dragging him closer to you as a sick plan forms in your mind.

“Please cum on me. Fuck I need it,” you beg, pulling your shirt off your head and quickly unclasping your bra, moving your hands to tease and pull at your tits.

Matty feels his brain turn to mush at the sight of you, hearing you begging him to cover you in his release felt like he was seeing a mirage, something too good to believe. But, you were somehow real and looking up at him with doe eyes, pulling the towel around his waist off and dragging him to kneel over you.

“Fucking hell, you want that, yeah? Want me to fucking paint you with my cum? You're so hot, Jesus-” The second Matty’s hand touches his dick he feels himself on the precipe of finishing, the sight of you alone almost being enough to push him over the edge. Calloused fingertips spread his precum over his overheated skin, hissing at the slight drag of his dry skin.

Matty’s eyes flutter closed but a whimper from you drags them back open, Matty sees you reaching for his hand, wrapping your fingers around his and pulling it off his cock. Before he can complain about the lack of contact, he realises what you're doing. You stick your tongue out and let your spit drip from the tip of your tongue onto his palm, spreading it around with your fingertips and pushing it back towards him.

“You're so fucking good to me, holy shit. Want me to use your spit to get myself off, yeah? My pretty girl, fucking hell.” the drag of Matty’s hand is gone, replaced with the sticky noises of him spreading your saliva over his cock.

It only takes a few more tugs before Matty is spilling over you with a shout, watching in awe as streaks of pearly cum cover your stomach and tits, studying the way it pool between your tits, dripping off your rounded stomach.

“Do you think you can cum one more time, angel?” Matty whispers as he gathers the cum streaked over you on his fingertips, brushing over your nipples with his slick fingers. “Wanna fuck my cum back into you, yeah? Fill you up with me again.”

“Shit- yes, please, fill me up, Matty. please. I need you.” your whole body lights up at his words, and soon his cum covered fingers are brushing over your core and pushing into you. Your body puts up no resistance to his fingers, your walls welcoming his digits.

Your skin was glowing as a thin layer of sweat covered you, your eyes glazed over at Matty’s fingers thrusting inside you, brushing over spots that made heat prickle under your skin. His pace was purposeful, driving you insane as he burrowed his fingers knuckle deep inside you. His other hand drags down your skin, finding its home between your thighs rubbing your clit mercilessly.

Whimpers and cries fall from your puffy bitten lips, clutching at the sheets below you once again as Matty makes that coil inside you wind tighter and tighter. Each pump of his fingers was a delicious ecstasy, the haze in your head making your vision melt away until only the man in front of you was clear. 

“fuck, pumping you up with my cum all over again, do you like that angel? Knowing you're always fucking full of me?” Matty’s voice is husky as he speaks, studying your every move as if you're a piece of fine art in front of him.

His words were the last push you needed, and seconds later your walls flutter and spasm around his fingers as you cum again, moaning wildly as pleasure wracks your every nerve. Stars dance across your vision as you bite your hand, trying to hold in the wrecked groans and cries.

“Lemme hear you princess, be good for me and let me hear you cum on my fingers, hmm?” Matty whispers, keeping his relentless pace against your clit and smirking at the slack-jawed nod you give him as your whimpers fill the room around you.

Tremors wrack your body, shaking as Matty eventually slows down his pumping digits, sliding them out of you and watching a few pearls of his release fall from inside you. It's not as much as when he fucks you, but even those few drops make his dick stir. You giggle airly and bring Matty's eyes back to yours, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Hi,” you whisper against his lips, pecking them a few times.

“Hey baby,” Matty whispers back, smirking. Matty grabs his towel from the bed, wiping gently over your stomach and cleaning the rest of his release off of your skin. He bends to press a kiss to your belly when he finishes, kissing up your whole body until he reaches your lips once again. 

“Love you,” he says as he pulls away, cupping your cheek gently. You twist your head until your lips are pressed against his palm, kissing it and mumbling your confession of love against his skin.

[fandomhcs]

dating natasha romanoff would include:

nat’s the best significant other on the avengers team, pass it along. 

now see it may take her a long time to really get into a romantic relationship with someone, but once she does? oH BOY.

she’s got a lot of baggage, she knows that. she’s wary of scaring you off at first but if you stay with her? if you prove to her that you’re never going anywhere it melts her heart just a little.

relationships for nat need to be completely open and honest. she has enough lies and mystery in her job, even now as an avenger. she won’t tolerate it in a relationship. she’s going to be as honest with you as possible, and she expects the same in return. lying to her, especially about little things, will only push her away.

especially in the beginning of your relationship nat may be a little hesitant, a little reserved. she’s just cautious, afraid of losing someone or being betrayed. she needs her space for sure, and is more than willing to give you space as well if you need it. for her she needs someone to always be on her side, but not quite suffocating her. she wants a partner, not a dependent. 

dates are typically really chill with nat. movie nights, home cooked dinners, coffee dates. more fun, fancier dates would be kept to special occasions like birthdays and holidays. but most of the time, in her free time she just wants to be with you. spending time doing simple things with her is more important than she ever thought it would be. the domestic things in life mean more than anything. washing the dishes while you dry them? cutting the onions while you’re flipping burgers? putting on another load of laundry while you’re folding the towels? she lives for the mundane bullshit. 

however, her job as an avenger does keep her away from you more than either of you would like. sure she needs her space, but she doesn’t want to be in space for months without seeing you. luckily with stark tech there’s a way you can keep in touch with each other frequently but it’s not the same. and she hates worrying you when out on a mission. before while on a mission she never really had a reason to come home. and hell, what better cause to die for than to save the world, right? but now? the idea of leaving you alone in this world after you saving her from that very feeling nearly chokes her. she fights harder than she ever has so that she can come back home. 

dating natasha might lowkey also mean dating the avengers. they are her family, and all of them will 100000% scope you out to make sure you won’t hurt her. not like you would in the first place, right? like who’s gonna hurt the black widow? but that doesn’t stop them from sideeyeing you at first. of course, when they see how much nat softens around you and truly loves you they get their shit together quickly. you hanging out around the tower is commonplace now, and pretty much everyone loves you. especially laura, clint’s wife. its so nice to have someone around that’s not a superhero.

as far as fights or turbulence in the relationship you probably won’t have to worry too much. nat is the epitome of chill, and she’s gonna make damn sure that communication is a big part of your relationship. she wont’ want little things to blow out of proportion and let it hurt either of you, so she’ll make sure you air your grievances with her no matter how big or small. she just wants the two of you to work it out. she doesn’t believe that there is anything the two of you can’t talk through and end up stronger for it.

so, sex is a complicated beast with nat. i feel like if she’s in a committed relationship she is more than willing to have sex with you. she definitely wants you, you know. but sex has been a tool for her for so long that its hard to let it be a thing of intimacy and love. the first few times the two of you are together she may be a little unsure, a little more reserved than she means to be. all she needs is a little reassurance, to know that you’ll give her all the time she needs. but after being with you for long enough and trusting you enough, sex can become something she really loves. it means being close to you, extremely intimate in ways she never is with anyone else. it means so much to her that you let her be so open and vulnerable with you, so sex is always taken seriously with her. 

if anyone ever hurts you?? just?? like…they’re dead. they’re so dead. if nat doesn’t kill them, bucky or clint will. or steve. or sam. or tony, even. like…there will be no coming back from that lmao.

nat being hurt on a mission means she’s gonna try to tough it out, trust me. she’s gonna pretend like she’s fine and shit you may not even be able to tell she’s really hurt. but when you look closer you can see it, and you’ll have to force her to take care of herself before she collapses. she’ll put up a little bit of a fight at first, not wanting to be a bother or show any weakness. but just keep poking at her and she’ll listen eventually. 

sharing a bed with her is strange? there are knives stashed under the mattress? a gun under her pillow? one on her nightstand? but she’s cuddly when sleepy so prepare to be squished every night. she has nightmares that she tries to hide from you. not every night really, and it takes awhile before she’s ever able to talk about them. they can be intense and scary but she tries not to let it wake you. when it does, she’ll try to pull away at first but she’ll melt if you take her hand and just offer to be there for whatever she needs. 

all around? nat is a great girlfriend. completely open and accepting of who you are, honest and great with communication, sweet and genuine? she’s great. 10000/10.

[getmeoutofhell]

Mk1 Women NSFW Headcanons part 2

includes: Li Mei, Mileena, Sindel.

part 1

warnings: SMUT! (ofc), pussy eating, degradation, STRAP! usage mentioned, mommy kink and blood kink mentioned, & more i think.

a/n: another WARNING! i added links to dildos to show a better description, just beware. sorry part 2 took fucking forever to do, but i’ve been working on other things. anyways enjoy!

Li Mei:

THIS women treats you so right in bed.

i promise you’ll never feel uncomfortable around her.

she loves feeling your naked body against hers. when you two have sex, it’s very intimate for her, so we wouldn’t want anyone knowing what you guys do when you’re alone if that makes since.

her strap is definitely a blue-ish color (something like this!), and boy does she know how to use it.

some days she’ll fuck you slow, whispering sweet and beautiful words in your ear as she’s inside of you.

“i love you so much, my lovely.” she says to you, as she kisses up your neck.

other days, you’re fucked. literally.

when’s she’s not in the best mood she’ll fuck you like you’re nothing to her, but you have the best orgasms so you don’t mind much.

and also after she fucks you dumb she compliments you. then she eats you out as a reward for being so good. but don’t worry, she reassures you once she’s done to make sure you’re safe.

she eats you out at a slow pace, tasting every inch of what’s hers. sometimes when you’re to needy and want her to go faster, she’ll just slowly lick up your slit over and over again. it drives you fucking insane.

if you guys are out somewhere where people can see you, she’ll check out your surroundings every minute to make sure nobody’s looking at your beautiful body.

if you behave good in public, she’ll give you a reward once you get home. she’ll even maybe let you be in charge. isn’t that great?

just be a good girl for her and you’ll be fine.

she fingers you so good, that you cum so fast every time.

but just imagine her scissoring you and slightly chocking you.

she loves buying you lingerie as a reward also for your good behavior.

she loves morning sex and is the best at it.

if you sit on her lap, you won’t be walking for a few days.

not gonna go into to much detail but you’ll thank me later 😛.

Mileena:

well if we’re talking about mileena after the incident she does a bunch of tongue action.

even when it comes to sex, a bunch of tongue action.

her strap is pink ofc with a spiral texture. (like this!) which has your g-spot touched beautifully.

if she’s pissed off (which happens a lot), you’ll know by how rough she is with you. nothing ever over the top but she’s not gonna be soft.

you’ll also know if she starts getting bossy with you. she might even yell a little bit, but nothing crazy.

you lowkey get pussy drunk with her every time you eat her out. and when she scissors you, you won’t ever get enough of it.

she licks all over your body. like all over. there’s not one spot she hasn’t licked on you. yes, that includes your ass crack, armpits, and feet. she’s a freaky girl.

she loves shoving her long tongue inside of your pussy. the feeling of that makes you lose your mind.

when she does eat you out, it’s very sloppy most of the time. her drool is everywhere. all over her, you, and the bed or whatever surface y’all are on.

she’d be down to try a bunch of kinks with you. you want it done? name it and she’ll do it with you.

she may of may not have a mommy and blood kink. i won’t go into to much detail…unless you want me to. 👀

if she’s horny when y’all are not home, y’all will be fucking anywhere. i’m not kidding. she’s a horny girl who gets horny often.

she’ll pull you into a room or bathroom to have you get her off, you’re fucked either way.

one of her favorite spots to lick you on your body besides your pussy, would definitely be your nipples. she just loves teasing them.

another thing she does in public is when she gets horny, she’ll eye you up and down in a certain way that tells you to come eat her pussy.

whenever y’all make out her tongue always immediately goes down your throat. your pussy loves it very much i tell you.

her fingers are pretty long, so when she fingers you, your legs basically become jelly every time. also, sometimes she makes you look at yourself in the mirror as she fingers you, hopefully you can keep your eyes open!

if you do somehow get to dom her, get prepared for her bickering. she still likes to be in control after all.

Sindel:

well, she does have a mommy kink for starters.

dom. a hard dom at that. she’s always in control of everything, you are her little slut after all ofc!

she wants you to obey her, so if you do that, you’ll be rewarded. she’ll even ride your beautiful face, wouldn’t you like that?

you have the best orgasms with her i swear. she fucks you like a slut.

mommy sindel’s strap looks like (this!), and it has your toes curling every single time. be prepared to get your pussy stretched and fucked nicely.

rough back shots most of the time. if you have hair be prepared.

she loves making you suck her beautiful nipples as she rubs her fingers through your hair (if you have any). god the noises she would make…

she is the queen after all so, if anyone comes near you she doesn’t want…they’re dead. she always immediately assumes the person is only hitting on you for sexual reasons, so she gets jealous.

you want to ride her face? you have to earn it like the slut you are. beg her and maybe she’ll let you. or if you misbehave she’s gonna ride your face and you won’t get any pleasure done to you. so your pussy is just gonna be wet and empty :(

another reward is her eating your pussy. which only happens if you be very good with no mistakes. mommy sindel doesn’t play.

she will sometimes take pictures of her in lingerie or just flat out naked and send them to you as a treat. i hope you enjoy it.

she loves shoving your face in her breast. her pussy gets so wet whenever you do it.

her pussy is perfect. like- actually perfect. and it taste so fucking good. every so often you do something bad on purpose, just so she’ll make you eat her pussy. but she knows when you do.

no one knows about you two. it’s y’all’s little secret, and always will be.

sometimes on missions, she’ll get pretty horny after watching you battle for her. on the way home, she’ll rub her hand on your thigh, letting you know it’s gonna be a wild night.

another thing she does as a punishment, is have you get on your knees infront of her. “who’s your queen?” she’ll ask you. you love it tho.

as long as you behave well and obey her, you’ll be rewarded as a good girl. :)

i hope you sluts enjoyed this. i’ve upgraded with my typing skills as you can see ;)

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[lumi-nescentt]

And I Hope I Never Lose You, I Hope It Never Ends

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader

Warnings: mention of Lance's crash during quali in Singapore

Words: 3.2k

Summary: Dating a racing driver has its perks but seeing your boyfriend crash might be a little too much when no one seems to notice you.

A/N: I've started writing this right after Singapore but I had no idea how to continue it until tonight but I finally managed to write something I like so here you go :)

Lance knew what most people thought of him, how he was here because of his dad, a pure result of nepotism. While he knew that his dad had played a big part in his first F1 seat, Lance liked to think that he had earned his right to stay in the cut-throat sport through hard work and dedication. He had to believe that or else the critics would get to him and he couldn’t afford it. 

After all, he was glad he had someone in his corner who’d do anything to help him. Lawrence was always pushing him in the best way possible and Lance was very grateful for the opportunity he had been given and the love he bathed in. From what he knew of the other drivers, not everyone had the chance of having a father who only had kind words and constructive criticism to give. 

With a family like his own, Lance had never felt alone or unlovable. In fact, his family had been his everything from the moment he was old enough to understand what the word meant and for a long time, his family’s love had been enough.

As he grew up, Lance watched his sister go through love and heartbreak, allowing people to get close to her and embracing them in all the love she had to give. Chloe was a solar being, she gave and she gave, expecting almost nothing in return but as the heir of such a fortune, she got taken advantage of quite a lot in her teenage years. 

Lance was there to witness it all and he swore he’d never get himself involved in something too serious that could break him into pieces. Plus, with racing, he didn’t really have the time to get a girlfriend and keep one so the matter was settled. 

For years, he satisfied himself with meaningless flings and one-night stands when he felt like it. The prestige of being an F1 driver helped and he was starting to be noticed as just Lance, not Lance, son-of-Lawrence, which he appreciated. 

One night after his home Grand Prix as he was partying in a familiar club in Montreal, Lance’s eyes met hers. The moment she winked at him with a smile, Lance knew he was done for. The girl had this magnetic pull that just made him want to know more. 

After a night together with the mysterious girl, Lance broke his own rules and gave her his number. He wanted to see her again. He felt like he needed to get to know her and luckily for him, she was just as curious about him. 

They started texting a lot and everyone who knew Lance could tell he was definitely not keeping this lowkey. The more he texted her, the more he found to like. She was funny and kept him on his toes, always having something to say when he teased her. What had started as physical attraction was definitely turning into more on both ends.

With his work, Lance couldn’t really see her often but whenever he was on the same continent, he convinced her to fly over. She tried to pay for her own flights but Lance categorically refused to let her spend a dollar when she was the one who had to arrange her schedule around his.  

The night Lance introduced his sister to Scotty, she was also there and Lance happily paraded with his arm tightly wrapped around her waist. Chloe immediately loved the girl and the feeling was more than mutual. From this exact moment, Lance knew that he wanted to be more than whatever they were right now and he asked her out on the balcony in summer air, New York’s skyline in the background. 

After this particular moment, the couple became inseparable and they tried even harder to see each other despite the distance separating them most of the time. They travelled together when they could and called for hours when they couldn’t. The distance was hard at night when everything suddenly turned silent and they both longed for someone to hold in the dead of night from two different ends of the globe but they made it work. 

It was also hard during the day when everything they saw seemed to remember them of the other, whether it was an ice rink where they had their first real date as a couple or a particular book she had given him with handwritten notes all over the margins. Even in the distance, there was always a trace of the other where they were and it was both painful and comforting, it was being haunted in the most beautiful way possible. 

Luckily for them, she finally got her degree and travelling became easier with her job. She could work remotely most of the time so following Lance was part of her routine now and she loved it. No matter how many races she had been to, it somehow never got old. Seeing Lance in his element was captivating. She was fascinated by his determination and his resilience. No matter how hard the world was on him or how hard he was on himself, Lance always bounced back and faced it all with a stoic face and a steel-strong determination. 

It was one of the reasons why she wasn’t as scared as she originally thought she would be when Lance got in the car. She was aware of how dangerous the sport could be but there was something about the confidence that oozed from her boyfriend that seemed to calm her. If he kept getting back into the car despite knowing the risks, he was either completely stupid or serene enough to decide that it was all worth it. 

Lance had been pretty consistent for the three practice sessions in Singapore so far and Fernando seemed quick so there were reasons to be optimistic about qualifying. Chloe and Scotty hadn’t been able to come this time and Lawrence was busy talking business in an office in the motorhome so she was left alone in Lance’s corner, blowing him a kiss as he got into the car, catching it and acting like he was putting it in his pocket, making her laugh at his antics. 

Qualifying was all about pushing the car to the maximum and toying with the limit and it seemed like Lance wanted to do just that. The green car was zooming past slower cars, turning between the tight corners between the walls of Singapore, brushing it at times when Lance came in a little too fast but he always made it out without much more than a scratch. 

Her eyes were glued to the screen as Lance was supposed to come round the last corner, set to cross the line in just a few seconds, her fingers crossing, hoping for a time that would put him to the top of the board and save him from another Q1 exit. When she saw the flash of green appear on the screen, her heart started racing even harder until she felt it almost stop suddenly. Right in front of her eyes, her boyfriend’s car went off the track and straight into the wall, barely avoiding collisions with other drivers that were also rounding the corner. 

As if the crash itself hadn’t been spectacular enough, another camera caught the scene and showed the car from another angle, showing how one of the wheels had snapped and was now bending at a strange angle. With her headphones on, she heard Lance’s race engineer Ben ask if he was okay only to be met by a deafening silence. Ben asked a second time and with a groan Lance muttered that he was okay before getting out of the car as medics came rushing around him. 

Despite knowing that her boyfriend was okay enough to talk and walk, she couldn’t stop the tears from falling as she watched the broadcast replaying the crash over and over again like some sick joke she would never be able to escape. No one seemed to be paying attention to the crying girl in the middle of the garage until a camera panned over to her and she saw her own face on the broadcast. Giving a slight nod to Ted Kravitz who was offering her a reassuring smile and mouthing sorry to her, she turned around, ready to ask anyone if they had any news.

She wanted nothing more than to find Lance and see for herself if he was really okay but she knew how strict the FIA was and how hungry the media were so she knew going out to the medical centre now wouldn’t do any good. She suddenly felt terribly alone without anyone to talk with or anyone to reassure her. The Singapore heat no longer felt warm, it was suffocating and she didn’t realise she was hyperventilating until Fernando came back into the garage without his helmet and ran over to her, grasping her hands and asking her to breathe with him for a little bit.

-“ Better now ?”

-“ Yes, I don’t know what happened but thank you Fernando.” she offered him a tight smile, squeezing his hand before letting it go

-“ I think you were panicking but that’s completely normal. You must be pretty shaken up, did they let you see him yet ?”

-“ Not yet, I don’t even know if he’s still there and I don’t want to bother Lawrence or Ben. They must be pretty stressed already without me texting them for the hundredth time.” 

-“ I think both of them would understand but I’ll ask around and see if I can find someone who can either bring you to him or tell you how he’s doing.” 

-“ Thanks nando, really.”

-“ Don’t worry about it. Your boyfriend’s tough, I’m sure he’ll be released soon.” the Spaniard smiled before leaving her to see if he could find something on his own

In his whole career, Lance had had his fair share of crashes. No matter how intense his crashes were, he usually walked away without any real physical injuries, at least not in car accidents. 

He had been taught that the most important thing after a crash was getting back in the car, not letting the incident get to you, always getting back up. That’s how he had always proceeded since he started racing, if he fell, he got back up straight away and worked until he got it right. 

This crash hadn’t been any different from the others, only maybe a little harsher but that was all. Yet, Lance couldn’t stop his heart from skipping beats, he couldn’t breathe fully and he didn’t know if it was because he was physically hurt or if he was still in shock. Nothing made sense to him and he just followed along the medical team and answered their questions, trying not to ask too many times how much longer he had to stay there. He knew they were only doing their job and he was thankful to be checked quickly after the impact but the white light was irritating, the whole room seemed hostile and all he wanted was to see a familiar face. 

No matter where he looked, all he saw was strangers’ faces and Lance had never wished to see someone he knew as bad as he did in that moment. Once all the tests were done, Lance was told to wait for the results in the room so he did. When the door opened a few minutes later to reveal his dad and Ben, he felt like breathing was a little easier, even though his dad’s hug was a bit too tight. 

-“ How are you feeling ? Does it hurt anywhere ?” Lawrence asked

-“ I’m good, dad. I already told the doctors everything so don’t stress about it.” Lance smiled as Ben rolled his eyes at how relaxed Lance was being

-“ I’m glad you’re okay, that seemed like a tough one. You had us all scared back in the garage.” Lawrence admitted, resting one of his hand on his son’s shoulder

-“ I’m sure it looked worse than it felt for me but yeah I can imagine. How is she ?” Lance asked as his dad excused himself, having to answer to a phone call

-“ How is who ?” Ben answered 

-“ y/n. Is she waiting outside ?” 

-“ Oh shit.”

-“ What ?” 

-“ She’s not here, Lance.” 

-“ What do you mean ? Didn’t she want to come see me ?” the canadian asked, not hiding his disappointment 

-“ I mean she probably did but we were so taken by surprise by the crash that I didn’t even think of taking her with us.” 

-“ Are you seri��� Alright, it’s not your fault, you were stressed but can you please have someone bring her in ? She must be worried sick all on her own in the garage.” 

Ben just nodded before joining Lawrence outside to arrange for a car to bring the girl over to the medical centre. Barely a few minutes later, the door burst open and without having to look towards it, Lance knew exactly who it was. There was no way to mistake her for anyone else as she rushed inside, only to stop in the middle of the room, almost afraid to take another step. 

-“ You can come closer, you know ? I’m not going to break if you breathe too hard.” Lance laughed softly 

-“ Can you not joke about it please ?” she whispered as she came to stand next to him without touching him, still afraid to hurt him without meaning to

-“ I’m sorry. I’m okay, I promise.” Lance affirmed, nudging her shoulder with his “ Can you give me a hug, pretty girl ?”

-“ Just tell me if I squeeze too hard. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

-“ Of course, now come here.” he said, opening his arms as she wrapped her own around him and hid her face in the crook of his neck

They stayed like this for a few minutes, just holding each other close until Lance felt a tingling sensation on his shoulder and his neck.

-“ Hey there, are you crying ?” he asked, softly rubbing her back

-“ ‘am not.” she said sniffling rather loudly

-“ Aw baby, I’m really okay. I know it must have been scary for you but it’s over now. Don’t worry your pretty head about it, I’m still in one piece.” 

-“ I know. I  really don’t know why I’m crying. It was really scary and I’m just glad I’m with you right now.” 

-“ Me too, pretty girl. Look at me now, please.” 

She took a small step back, looking at him with puffy eyes and a tight smile as Lance cupped her face between his hands and planted a kiss on her lips, placing a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

-“ As soon as I get discharged and I’m done with everything, we’re going back to the hotel and we’re going to take a long warm bath and relax together. Does that sound good ?” 

-“ Yes. Can we cuddle after that ?” 

-“ Of course, we can cuddle all you want and I’m not moving from bed until I really really have to.”

-“ Lance ?” 

-“ Yes, pretty girl ?” 

-“ I love you.” 

It wasn’t the first time she said it to him but somehow the circumstances made it even more emotional and Lance smiled before kissing her again, more intensely this time.

-“ I love you too, y/n. The doctors will be here soon but I don’t want you to be here in case there’s something, which I’m sure there won’t be” Lance quickly corrected himself when he felt her draw a sharp breath before continuing “ but just in case I’d rather you get back to the garage and pick up our things. Like that we can leave as soon as I’m done here and I’ll meet you in my driver’s room.” 

-“ No, I want to stay with you. I don’t care how stressful or scary it could be, it’ll be even more if I don’t know what’s happening.” 

-“ Pl–”

-“ Don’t you dare try and convince me otherwise. I’m staying whether you want it or not.” she stood her ground, feeling her voice quivering

-“ Alright, I’m not going to stop you. You’re way too cute for me to say no to anyway.” Lance chuckled, wiping a lone tear that had escaped from her eyes before kissing her forehead

-“ Thank you.” 

Before Lance could answer anything, the doctors came back in with the results and they listened to the results, a breath of relief leaving them both as they got told that Lance was all good to go. The worst thing that was going to happen to Lance now were a few bruises where the seat belt had done its job and a sore neck. If Lance felt relieved, what she felt was way more intense than him and she took a deep breath, finally feeling like this nightmare was coming to end before wrapping her hand around his as he stood up to leave. 

Once they were done, the couple got out of the room, ready to go back to the hotel and put this scary day behind them but Lawrence stopped them before they could make an escape. The older Stroll started by apologising to his son’s girlfriend for not bringing her with them but she quickly brushed it off, understanding how the situation must have been scary for the both of them so she didn’t hold him accountable for it. 

After clearing that up, Lawrence asked if he could speak to Lance alone so the girl went to sit a few metres away, finally taking the time to answer the texts from her worried friends and family, assuring them that Lance was in fact okay and that she was too. Lance came back a few minutes later with a relaxed smile on his face, holding out his hand for her to take before bringing her in for a hug. 

-“ What was that for ?” she laughed against his chest, surprised from the sudden display of attention in the middle of the far from empty corridor

-“ Nothing, I’m just happy. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” 

-“ What do you mean ?” 

-“ My dad and I talked and we agreed that even though nothing’s broken, maybe getting back in the car tomorrow isn’t the best idea and maybe resting would be more reasonable.” 

-“ Are you saying what I think you are right now ?” 

-“ You have me all to yourself until we leave for Japan, pretty girl.” 

-“ Finally something good about today.” she smiled a little brighter, holding Lance tighter 

-“ Let’s make it even better then, let’s go have that bath and cuddle in front of a movie.” 

-“ That sounds like a wonderful plan.” 

-“ Good because I’m not planning on letting go of you until we leave for the airport on Monday.” 

-“ You’re going to have to if you want to drive us back to the hotel.” she laughed at his sudden clinginess 

-“ Don’t give me ideas, pretty girl.” Lance retorted, pulling her into his arms and kissing her, smiling against her lips

Lawrence, who was still standing in the corridor, was glad to hear the two of them laugh freely after the crash. If it had been scary for him as a dad, he didn’t want to think about how it must have been for the girl. At least they were together now and hopefully by the time Lance would inevitably have to get back in the car, the incident would be long forgotten and she would be able to watch with the exact same smile she was showing Lance now as he made her spin around in his arms, the perfect picture of a happy couple.

[phoxey]

Talent VS Hard Work

Bebe!Bada Lee x WolfLo!reader (Do I even need to say fem?)

CW: Angst, verbal fighting, bada being lowkey an asshole

AN: the stuff written in cursive are obv flashbacks

Part 2

Bebe looked at the screen, as they were being filmed reacting to the other dancers being announced. WolfLo came on and of course the Bebe girls reacted excitedly. Every name being a big name in the scene. Halo, Chocol, Mini, Yeni Cho, Haechi Wang and of course everyone screamed when they read the Name Babysleek. Then the last name of WolfLo popped up. One that made Badas excitement immediately drop, and her smile fell. Your name.

“Unnie… is that…?”, Lusher carefully asked, looking at Bada.

“Who is she?”, Cheche asked confused.

“Bada’s ex best friend. They started dancing together back then. Their friendship ended in a big fight.”, Tatter whispered to her.

Cheche looked to her leader and if a look could kill, you would have died then and there.

A similar thing happened in a different studio, where the WolfLo members sat. You and your members had fun and were giggling until Bebe was introduced, starting with the leader. Bada Lee. You could hear a camera zoom onto your face. You clenched your jaw when you saw her face, you could almost hear her taunting voice again.

“Are you okay?”, Chocol asked.

“Yeah… I just thought I would never have to see her again.”, you whispered.

“If you want, I will battle her and embarrass her.”, Babysleek laughed.

“No, no. If someone battles her, it’s going to be me.”, you said determined, you looked into her face again with both hate and tears in your eyes.

A week later filming started. Bebe was the first group to walk into the battle zone, chatting happily as they waited for the evaluation film to start.

Bada expected most of what was said. The comparison between Aikis and her team. That no one knows her members. That only Bada will shine.

Then she saw your face. You had no expression; your eyes were almost empty when a staff asked you what you thought about Bebe.

“I think they must be very talented, if Bada lets them dance with her.”, it almost sounded like a compliment, if you didn’t know what had happened. “But let’s be real, they will only be there as long as they are of use for Bada.”

Bada could feel the eyes of her students on her, scanning for her reaction, and the anger rose within her.

Seething she sat down, the other crews didn’t really faze her, she just waited for WolfLo. She waited for you. And when WolfLo finally did come, her eyes were immediately on you. You in your all-black outfit, looking like some futuristic ninja. You looked so different; you used to be so cute.

Bada wrapped her arms around you from behind and you could hear her laugh as she picked you up. You were almost two heads shorter than her. You kicked your feet into the air in an attempt to break free from her embrace, but you were laughing as well.

“Happy birthday!”, Bada giggled as she let you down.

“You always do that! Stop!”, you grinned, then you pouted. “I hate that I am so short.”

Bada shook her head and kissed your forehead. “You are the perfect height for this.”

You blushed hard at that and even harder when Bada pulled a little box out of her pocket.

“Present.”, she just said and looked away shyly.

“Bada!”, you gasped as you opened it. It was two bracelets, that were definitely made by Bada herself. They were blue and purple. Blue being her color and purple being yours.

“It’s not much, I don’t have a lot of money. Sorry I couldn’t get you something better…”, she mumbled.

“This is perfect! I love it!”, you grinned and helped her put on hers and she helped you with yours.

“I thought you were proposing to me.”, you winked.

“In ten years, I might.”, Bada smirked.

Neither of you knew if you two were flirting or not.

“But! You know what a perfect gift would also be? What would make me happy as well?”, you said mischievously.

Bada’s eyes went big and eager. “What? I want to make you happy!”

“Dance with me.”, you said. “My parents promised me that I can join a dance academy.”

“Do you want to become an Idol?”

You shook your head. “No, I just want to dance. And I want to do it with the person that means the most to me.”

Bada nodded. “Let’s dance. Let’s become a famous dance duo!”

It was ten years later now and both of your wrists were empty. You did not become a famous dance duo. She did not propose. Today was your birthday and the memory haunted you.

When WolfLo arrived in the fight zone, people began whispering, mostly about Babysleek. Only Bebe was whispering about you, but Bada couldn’t hear her students, her entire focus was on you. How you politely bowed to Ladybounce and then turned your gaze to the other side to bow as well, but you stopped in your tracks when you locked eyes with Bada. She did not change at all. Her long hair, her boyish clothes… and the way she poked her cheek with her tongue when she was annoyed. You narrowed your eyes at her, before you rolled them. Why was she annoyed? She had no right.

You decided to ignore her, that was until Kang Daniel called your name, to choose your no respect dancer. You grabbed the mic.

“Today is my birthday. My no respect dancer promised to dance with me ten years ago. On the day exact. So…”, you walked up to Bebe. “I ask you to keep your promise, just once in your life, Bada Lee.”

Bada clenched her teeth but nodded and stood up.

You two danced very differently. You knew she didn’t have any experience in battles, since she was a choreographer, but she was good, nevertheless. Damn you, Bada Lee, you and your talent. She got a draw out of it, so you two danced again together. It showed that you were Babysleeks student then. While dancing to the same song, the judges had a better comparison, there was no doubt that you were an experienced and skilled battler. It earned you a 2:1 victory.

As Bada was walking away to sit down, you grabbed Daniels mic again.

“In the end, hard work will always win over talent.”, you said.

Bada looked at you and huffed a laugh. She didn’t even sit back down with her team but went upstairs to go to their hideout room. Confused the director called out a break.

You signaled to your team that you would go to their room too but wished to be alone. You walked past Bebe’s blue door, briefly stopping, wondering if Bada was on the other side. Then you sighed and went to the WolfLo room. You laid down on one of the sofas and closed your eyes, to concentrate on your breathing.

You heard the door open and shut. “Go away, Haechi. I want to be alone. I am really pissed off.”

“Why? You finally won over me, aren’t you happy?”, an all too familiar voice said, which made you immediately sit up.

Bada stood there, leaning against the door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, you groaned.

“I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Your victory was my present for you.”

“It’s not a present when I got it myself. I won fair and square.”

Bada huffed. “As if…”

“You’ll never be as good as me.”, Bada said annoyed.

Tears were rolling down your face. “I am sorry, I swear I’m doing the best I can!”

“To be honest, you should stop dancing. You are clearly not talented whatsoever.”, Bada said.

Your sad expression changed into confusion. “T-Talent? Bada, what are you talking about?”

“We have been dancing for a year now! What takes me five minutes to learn, takes you five hours. You are a shitty dancer… if you can even call yourself that.”, Bada huffed.

“What do you mean?”, you frowned. Surely Bada wasn’t being serious.

“People ask how long you have been dancing, they are shocked to hear you dance as long as me but can’t even get basic steps right. Do you even know how embarrassing that is? You are not even a beginner dancer. Whereas people ask me to join their crew or choreograph with them! Also, when we go to classes together, you hold up the entire class, because you can never get even the simplest choreo right. The teacher is annoyed with you, the other students are annoyed with you, I am annoyed with you! Please just save yourself the embarrassment and stop dancing. Because as long as you are here in the same classes, as long as you are dancing with me, you are only holding me back!”

“I am the reason you even started dancing! You should be grateful!”

“You are also the reason why I can’t get better! If it wasn’t for you, I would be already giving my own classes or win competitions with my own dance crew!”

“Bada, we started dancing for fun.”, you argued.

“I want to make dancing my life!”

“You promised that we would dance together!”

“I am better off without you!”

“Are you saying you let me win?”, you asked, standing up. Bada didn’t look at you, but walked around the room and pretended to look at something. You walked over to her and grabbed her arm to yank her around, so that she would face you.

“Don’t touch me!”, she yelled and shoved you away.

“You know, Bada… the funny thing is: I probably would have stopped dancing out of frustration of not getting better back then, if you hadn’t said anything. But you know me, if someone tells me to not do something, I end up wanting to do it even more. I should thank you. For being my motivation to keep dancing.”

“Oh really?”, she laughed.

You nodded. “In the past nine years, since our fight, there was not one day where I didn’t dance. Even when I was sick, I danced. Every. Fucking. Day. I danced. Just because I didn’t want you to win over me.”

“Yeah sure…”, Bada laughed again. “You are lazy. And dancing didn’t mean anything to you. You just danced around, you never got into it!”

“Dancing meant everything to me! Because I could dance with you.”

“See, you don’t love dancing for dancing! You would have done anything as long as it was with me! Ain’t I right?”, Bada frowned.

“Don’t forget that I loved dancing first, Bada Lee! All of what you are now is because of me! You may have talent, but you would never have found it, if it wasn’t for me! I built both of our careers. But honestly? I wish I would have never taken you dancing. We both would have regular lives, all of this shit would have never happened. Maybe you would have actually proposed today…”

“I guess we will never know.”, Bada said.

Part 2

[papirouge]

This exchange made me realize that many of you tend to forget that Carmy is a late bloomer who never had any girlfriend before Claire which actually explains his awkward behavior. I know it because I too am an awkward late bloomer (around the same age as Carmy and sharing a lot of common with him) and his behavior totally made sense to me lol

I want you all to keep in mind that when you've been closed off romantic elationships for your entire life, you're not handling them the same way people who started dating in their teens or young adult years (Carmy is most likely in his early 30s and never got into any relationships before).

Carmy, like any late bloomer, was used to never being considered romantically, which explains why he freaked out when Claire started flirting with him and stopped thinking rationally (which is very unfamiliar for emotionally avoidant type like Carmy or I - we'll come back to this later). I understand Carmy's move of giving a false number to Claire yet still accepting to go out with her later may be confusing to many people, but as a fellow late bloomer I immediately clocked it : we are not comfortable with the attention people give to us, but we *know* this behavior is not normal/unhealthy so Carmy eventually giving in may be a way of eventually getting into the mold and abide to the "if you don't open up to others and give them chances, how can you expect building actual relationships?" mantra. Because deep down we want to be like others (because being so closed off all the time can become emotionally draining) and seek to find a way to fit in.

Another thing about people like Carmy/emotional avoidant type is that by being so closed off to the world, we are also extremely deceptive about who we truly are. It makes sense to me that Carmy hides his feelings for Syd and would rather project them onto Claire. That's definitely manipulative, but we'd rather do that than get "uncovered". We tend to think very rationally and our sense of self perseveration is incredibly strong. I just know that howing his bare feelings has to be one of the most terrifying and embarrassing thing for Carmy.

We also don't mind getting confused as someone we are not in which we feel some sort of relief because it keeps our real self away from others perception (if that make sense???). Carmy passing himself as "Logan" in that party -while being quite extreme- is totally on brand actually lol. I regularly get mistaken as a male (I'm lowkey gnc) but I never bother correcting people lol I'm fine being whatever they see me as, as long it's not the real me.

Talking about self preservation: we don't ask and don't tell. Carmy sister being mad at him for never asking her whether she was okay was extremely relatable because I tend to get the same reproach from my own sisters. Very typical of us. Fleeing to the other side of the globe to cope with a family member death is something I *get* because we are avoidant in nature. We can also be insane hustlers and tend to cope with grief or unhealed emotions through work.

On the positive side, we are extremely independent and self reliant. The scene in the fridge (last episode of season 2) where Carmy loses his shit and says he was mad at himself for indulging in all "this bullshit" (= love and relationships) I FELT THAT. Countless times I prayed to God to remove from my heart my "shameful" longing for love & intimacy that I always felt hindered me in my quest for excellence & satisfaction in any other aspect of my life. Because we are very rational & practical people and lowkey despise "useless" stuff like relationships and feelings. And that's where the messed up part comes up.

I wouldn't be surprised Carmy lowkey despises Claire for being so clingy and courting him so openly. As I just said, we tend to look down on (bold) displayal of love and emotion which lowkey repulse us. I think that's why Carmy dislikes his sister's husband when he's an all around good guy. He may have a resentment (and even jealousy?) against this man that has no issue showing affection - not only to his sister, but also the rest of the family. Which Carmy still struggles to do so far.

This may also explain why Carmy is suddenly so cold with Claire when he's serving her at the table (beside him allegedly previously making up his mind to break up with her). That's why the moment he hears that voicemail of Claire saying she "loves him" he THROWS AWAY his phone. Because that's disgusting.

I think the CarmyxSyd dynamic is unique because there's a dimension of respect between both. They share the same passion for cuisine, and Sydney constantly pushes Carmy out of his comfort zone. As an avoidant emotional attachment type myself, when I think of the type of people I potentially could be attracted to, I can only think of people I have deeply respect for, and bring objective value into my life AND skills. I've seen people criticize the fact that Sydney was pretty much a "warrior worker" for Carmy (and pretty much the whole Bear crew) and that's true. But regardless it's a good or bad thing, that's pretty much the type of profile that may attract avoidant emotional type of people. Bonding through work & shared passion is our safest field to build romantic connection through. That's why Carmy made Syd sign a partnership agreement instead of a marriage contract 💅🏾 that's the safest way for him to convey his feelings.

Again, we are very rational people and in every type of relationship, we instinctively jauge whether & how this person might be useful for us. It doesn't mean we built relationship with people depending on whether they can be useful for us or not, but that's definitely in a part of our head somewhere. Yes, that's fucked up (1/because we are 2/that's why emotionally distant people can become pretty unlikable - i.e Carmy carmying), but you have to keep that in mind to understand how Carmy moves. Which tracks back to Claire's actual purpose I've elaborated just before. He definitely uses her, but most likely unknowingly.

[essjujutsu]

?? QUESTIONABLE GROUP

DESC: yuji's friend group! notes at the end ( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )  masterlist

NOTES + CHARACTER INFO:

nobara lives with her grandmother , shes very outgoing which makes her close friends with everyone , she has a part time retail job (she only works so she can buy clothes) , has decent grades , and dosen't do any sports

megumi lives with gojo , he considers gojo to be his father figure but he dosent like to talk about his feelings—meaning he wouldn't ever say anything , i love stsg so gojo & geto are married >ᴗ< , tsumiki is in collage so she doesen't live with them currently , nanako & mimiko are like megumi's little sisters (they are in middle school) , he gets the best grades out of the group , that one rich kid that dosen't realize that their rich .. like would see something SUPER expensive and his ass would go "thats even that much??" (wait this is actually cannon i just remembered) but more ab him coming that will be revealed later!

maki's parents don't want her to go to public school (mai actually goes to the boarding school yn used to go to) but she goes anyways , she lives with her parents but 99% of the time shes staying over at someone in the groups house , she gets good grades and she does a sport for each season

toge is lowkey that one kid that moans in the back on class ... hes funny though , he acts like he pulls but his ass does NOT !! most people don't know he exists because hes really quiet—but he is the opposite when you get to know him , he does track & field and has pretty bad grades , fights the gay allegations daily

yuta is probably the most mature in the group—though he can definitely say some out of pocket things if provoked , he gets pretty decent grades and hes in band (not a band kid!! trust) , hes the newest in the group and moved to their school around a year ago

panda is a panda !! just pretend everyone dosen't think anything of it...shh...its normal.... , his grades are NOT good but he is on like every sports team and trys to bribe teachers to give him better grades (hes likeable so it works) , he works a part time job at mcdondalds so he can get free food , he trys to be matchmaker for his friends but is not very good at it .. its the thought that counts!

ps : there will be some other characters like the kyoto students that will be incudled ! i just didn't have room to add them here

TAGS: @1ndee ( ask 2 be added )

[begginmonty]

working with mike (part two)

(hello here is part two, sorry for the long delay urm, there is going to be like two more parts to this because i didnt get to put everything i wanted in this and it was already too long lol, so keep your eyes out for the next part/s)

part 1

you wake up a few hours later, finding yourself completely like latched onto mike’s waist and he’s got his arm around you, his head hanging down, almost on top of yours. it takes you a few seconds but it suddenly hits you and you realise you two are cuddling.

you can’t help but stare at him a little, he’s beautiful. you manage to carefully detach yourself from mike, immediately missing his warmth. he doesn't stirr one bit, he is knocked tf out 

mike wakes up about an hour later all groggily, and he blinks himself awake and looks down, lowkey (highkey) wanting you to still be there but you aren't :( but there's a note on the coffee table in front of him. ‘goodmorning for when you wake up! the mechanic called and i’ve gone to sort out my car. i’ll give you back your clothes later, see you at work! - y/n. <3’  even though he’s half asleep, he lights up a little reading the little love heart you left. 

someone's broken into the pizzeria and destroyed it :( vanessa calls you explaining everything and you decide to go into work a little earlier than usual. glass everywhere, old arcade games all mashed up and just broken/destroyed shit everywhere. it’s gonna be a long night. 

after a quick ass whooping from vanessa (not literally, she’s just pissed) she sets off and you get to work quickly. once again putting on the old 80s music mix tape and putting it to play through the speakers, you get to work picking up all the old toys and concessions thrown across the main dining area. 

mike pulls up with abby, and he see’s the lights on, noticing you’re a bit earlier than usual. anyway, they sit in the car, mike explaining rules to abby, “is y/n going to be there?” even the mention of your name has mike feeling something, “uh, yeah, y/n w-will be there” “i like y/n” abby’s smiling, looking at the pizzeria sign. 

you’re busy sweeping up glass, music in the background, and you suddenly hear a “woahhh” you turn around and it’s mike and abby. a smile lights up your face, “hey guys” you were not expecting abby but probably babysitting problems and you weren’t going to snitch to your boss about it. definitely not.

both mike and abby are looking at the damage, and mike looks at you, “oh yeah, vanessa called me earlier and some kids or something broke in earlier this morning” he nods and then he notices you’re actually still wearing his sweatshirt (his heart!!!!)

when abby is all set up, asleep in the office, mike walks out the security office to find you picking up chairs and moving them. “im sorry, for bringing abby, max wasn’t picking up and i couldn't leave her-”  “mike dont stress it, it’s all good” and you smile at him and that kind smile always flutters his heart !! hes got big big crush

you guys spend the next few hours cleaning up as much as you can and the conversation just flows between you (you do most of the talking but he likes listening to you talk) and you make him chuckle a few times and aHHH 

when the two of you are cleaning the kitchen area, your palm grazes a piece of glass, and you let out a little ow looking at your hand, nothing dangerous just a little pool of blood, mike stands up INSTANTLY from picking up something from the ground, “what happened? You okay?” “yeah, just nicked by hand on glass i think” and he strides over to you instantly, holding your hand looking at you palm. he’s very gentle holding your fingers, shining a flashlight. you’re desperately praying the heat in your face isn’t smeared all over your cheeks in heavy blush thank god for dim lighting.

medic mike to the rescue (even though you've assured you’re fine) and you guys are sat at the kitchen counters, on cheap plastic chairs, a first aid box on the table next to you. he’s got your hand in his, and a pair of tweezers. he manages to get the glass out, you hiss a little in pain and he’s focused on getting the glass out so he mumbles (not carelessly hes just focused) “sorry”, “its okay!”, “all done”. 

“where’d you learn to be such a good medic?” “abby” you laugh at his response as you look at your hand, and mike’s just looking at you, staring. something about your smile and the fact you’re in his sweatshirt, it’s doing things to him. (not horny things you pervs) too early for love but something nearly as strong is there. 

“you’re a very good person mike. I hope you know that” your voice is gentle as you look up from your hand, and make eye contact with him, the warmest smile on your lips. no ones praised him like this in such a long time. being constantly told he’s a failure or feeling like the whole world is against him, hearing something so genuine from such a genuine person, he’s unsure how to answer. “there’s a lot of people who would disagree” and begins to tidy up the med stuff, looking away from him but you stop him and reach out, grabbing his hand, he slowly looks at you. “no, mike, i really mean it. you’re a wonderful big brother, and you helped me this morning, you even gave me your clothes, you made sure i was safe mike, y’know. no one’s been this nice to me in a long time”

man doesn't know how to or when to kiss he hasn’t been kissed like since his first kiss when he was probably around 16? you’re gonna have to instigate. he’s silent, looking at you, processing your words. your chairs are already close together, knees touching. you slowly bring your hand up to his cheek, and lean forward and your lips meet softly. !!!!!!!!

its quick and you pull away, he’s flustered!! you look into each other's eyes before he kisses you back, a bit hungrier, more movement and he’s got his hand on the wrist that’s holding his cheek. 

the deepen kiss lasts for a good 30 seconds, before he pulls away and you two are just staring at each other, and there's a small smile on your face and he’s speechless (in a good way!!!!!!!) “i-i should probably go check on abby” “yeah, of course” your voice is soft as is your smile, and he goes off to check on abby. you give him the benefit of the doubt, probably the most romance he’s been involved in for at least 8, maybe 10 years? he’s awkward at it, and you’re not upset he goes to check up on abby, there’s a smile on your lips. although the second he’s out of your view, your eyes widen “oh my god” whispering, realising you just kissed mike !!!

[hoodreader]

MY CAT’S CHART 💋

his birth date is approximative. this is what the foster told me and they were monitoring him since he was a couple weeks old, so i went with it.

menu — forms — readings open.

TAURUS SUN.

comfort over everything. and he gon lay on whatever make him feel comfy, he don’t gaf.

grooms himself. naps for like an hour. wakes up. then he grooms again. cycle continues.

he’s very patient. it takes a lot to get him to be upset with u. he don’t hiss or anything, he’ll complain meow when annoyed.

i have a very greedy cat. he is so loud and demanding when he wants to eat ur food.

PISCES MOON.

pretty shy and sensitive. he can be easy to overwhelm if u don’t know him.

he don’t like feeling smothered in any capacity and he don’t like being held too long. pushing him will cause him to hide.

he feels safe when given space (if u don’t know him) and then letting him decide if he wanna be closer. he’s a vibe reader.

very empathetic. when i was or felt sad, he’d always come in and check on me. he’d meow like “what’s wrong?” then just purr and lay with me. cats definitely aren’t always asocial.

because he’s so docile he usually won’t assert boundaries himself. i’d have to step in.

TAURUS MERCURY (Rx).

a real yapper. especially about food. makes sense b/c taurus rules the vocal chords.

makes a wide variety of sounds. chirps, chatters, trills (he sounds like a pigeon).

always purring. sometimes all i have to do is look at him and he’ll start purring.

his voice is light for the most part!

mercury is ur sense of community. Rx mercury people might be more on the shy side, and he prefers a small community.

CANCER VENUS.

a real cuddle bug. his love language is probably quality time or physical touch.

he is very clingy. will walk between my legs as i walk around. and i trip over him often.

he’s very sensuous in my opinion. he loves looking outside the window and loafing as he just takes the outside world in. very zen 🧘🏾

again loves to eat. food brings him great joy.

CANCER MARS.

conflict avoidant, but he can be territorial and defensive about whatever he considers to be his domain. he act like he run shit

the first day he met another dog, i saw a side of him i never seen. he puffed up big and crab walked, trying to dominate the energy.

my cat was definitely like “aight now…” like… i was pretty proud of him for trying!

but in tense situations, he kinda doesn’t hold his own. i remember i got a female cat (i surrendered her b/c the shelter thought it was best). she was lowkey hoeing him. 💀

ARIES JUPITER.

the shelter named him “Superman” because they said he was the bravest out of his litter mates, as he was born to a feral cat mother.

he is very adventurous and curious, despite his shyness. he just isn’t adventurous about people. but he loves to explore otherwise.

“carpe diem” is his expression for sure.

he’s so destructive though. and too curious sometimes. once he jumped on our closet shelf to knock down the muffins we purposefully hid from him. then he ate them

he also bit through my tarot cards

he jumped on the fridge and ate our baguette. imagine my shock when i saw the baguette with a cartoonish bite mark in it.

PISCES SATURN.

he appreciates a good nap. which is something i love. because one thang i know two thangs certain, he gon take a mf nap.

saturn shows how we rest / work. so his being in pisces really shows that he values the rest aspect of saturn.

he so hardheaded sometimes but that’s because (1) he has the comparable of a two year old but (2) he doesn’t believe in rules.

because well… he’s a cat.

but i love the way he doesn’t let my human values stop him from living his best life

and i love our chart energies.

his sun is conjunct my venus (in the eleventh house). like it’s giving best friends, lmao. his south node is conjunct my fifth house moon too, it’s giving we really been besties.

his south node is conjunct my bf/co guardian’s moon too. tbh we all are just super watery (lmao) so it’s a lot of emotion in our trio dynamic. i also love how his venus and mars is in my first house/in my bf’s eleventh house.

it’s wild cuz i deadass feel like this cat can read my mind sometimes. he just knows me. and i wish i could explain to him how much i love him.

i’ll love him to the end of time. he’s my best friend, confidant, and there will never be a cat like him. 🤍 the universe sent u to me. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

[yarasdead]

jealousy, jealousy. ౨ৎ part two

boyfriend!matt dierkes x hyperfem!reader

cw. established relationship, slightly suggestive with talks of sex but no smut, reader gets jealous and possessive, matt being very "i hate everyone but my gf" lowkey, reader has one drink, typical club dancing and grinding but matt can't keep his hands to himself,

a/n. this is a continuation of part one! this can be read as a standalone, but i wrote these two as a pair based off of a conversation between @exitwoundsx so please enjoy a <3 if people love matty and his gf i'd love to make this a little series!

you're secure in your relationship matt, the most secure you've ever felt than any of your past relationships. so, there isn't very many times where you've felt jealous, i mean how could you? not when matt shudders when he enters you, cursing under his breath and mumbling about how your pussy was made for him, molded only for his cock. or how without a fail he fills you up to the brim, keeping himself nestled inside of you to cock warm as he pulls you into him, soothing a hand up and down your body while he coos and gives you the sweetest praises that could only be directed at you, matt's baby. or how just as much as matt can be a dick, it all melts away when you're near, and he'll take all of the tease and shit the guys give him as he pulls you into his lap because you're the sweetest thing to him.

the two of you had been persuaded in going to the club, a rare occurrence since neither you nor matt really enjoy clubbing much. it was more of you begging him to come along, it didn't take much for your friends to convince you so you promised them you'd take on the hefty task of persuading matt. and your happy it didn't take much begging, because the moment you batted your eyes at him he was grunting out a yes.

you and matt had drifted apart, the last you had seen him was in a not so crowded area of the club where you left him with a kiss on the lips before going off with your friends on the dance floor. now at the bar, turning your head to peer over your shoulder, searching for matt. you smile when you find him roughly in the same spot as you left him, but it soon drops when you catch a girl staring at matt with a predatory gaze. you stare for a moment, hoping that she's staring down one of the guys. but she isn't.

and that little twinge of green starts to flourish when you watch her start to make her way towards him. her attempt at trying to get matt's attention almost makes you feel bad for her, not knowing the kind of personality he has can definitely create hurt feelings for the person he's interacting with.

you'd almost wish to have super hearing just to eavesdrop on their conversation, but by the faces she's making and the sternness of matt's body language you can guess it's not going well for her. and you hate how you relish in the look of all the color draining from her face when matt pulls out his phone and shoves it in her face. but you can't help stand up straighter against the bar know it's a damn good photo of you and matt together on your two year anniversary, it's his favorite photo of the two of you and it's been his homescreen ever since.

haven't been paying attention to the conversation your friends have been over the bumping music, but you turn to them and shout how you're going to check up on matt and be right back. although, you know you're not in the back of your mind, matt and you will most likely be on brand and do an irish goodbye.

taking the final swig of your drink you push yourself up from against the bar countertop to make your way over to matt. the girl has been gone by the time you shuffle your way through the crowd of people. you hand grabbing at his bicep and sliding down his arm to hold his hand. matt turns his head to look down at you.

"hey, baby." he smiles, lowering his head to capture your lips.

pulling away, "i want to dance." tightening your grip around his hand you pulling him away from the guys and into the sea of dancing people.

content with the spot, you turn around. your back against matt's chest, his hands falling onto the familiarity of your hips, rubbing them up and down your sides as you sway a little. you're happy that the song playing has a decent rhythm to dance along.

grinding your ass back into him. you can't tell if your gaining confidence from the groan that leaves his mouth or the drink in your system. moving your hands up your body, letting your nails rake up matt's arms around you until your hands are up in the air and fall back onto his head. pushing your ass against his groin, smirking when you feel how hard he is already, you find your rhythm along with the song as your grind your way down matt's body. letting yourself drop, hearing matt curse out a 'shit' before you make your way back up.

when you do matt's hands are still wandering all over your body, touching what's his as you make it to your full height. arching slightly as you wrap your hands back around matt's neck, attaching his mouth to your neck and his hands find their way to your clothed breast. it isn't long before matt spins you around to face him.

"look s'good dancing for me."

your giggling soon turning quiet as he goes back to sucking at your neck. gasping when he pulls you flesh into him and his hard on is pressing into you.

letting a moan slip when matt sucks at a sensitive spot, the sensation of his lips on you becoming too much. when a smack falls upon your ass your eyes fling open only to find the girl staring at the two of you and you smile. sneaking your hands up to caress at his head, pushing him further into your neck as you move your head to the side more to give him more space to do what he likes.

you don't know what compelled you in that moment, but the hazy gaze of the girl intently watching the two of you, and matt sucking at your neck like a vampire, all while his bulge, you being the very reason why had said bulge, is pressed against you. or the little twinge of green now fully igniting inside of you.

but, you really can't help but mouth "mine." at the girl.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

LOVING ‘THE OTHER HALF’! You literally write Bruce so perfectly… lowkey curious to see what would happen if the reader finds out he’s The Batman… 🫣

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Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Length: 3.9K

Warnings: Some angst; Bruce Wayne’s Top Notch Communication Skills and secret keeping; canon-typical violence

You’d thought—well, you’d hoped—that as time went on, the questions would go away. You’d hoped that his behavior would make me even more sense. 

It hasn’t. 

If anything, your perception of Bruce has become incredibly confusing. You enjoy your time with him, no matter what the two of you get up to—dinner, parties with his friends or your friends, a night in. More often than not, it’s a night in. After the incident at work, your boss started sticking you with opening shifts. The commute’s way less cantankerous from Bruce’s place, and you’re happy to spend the nights with him, anyway. You sleep better when he’s there. 

The problem is, he’s usually not there.

You always fall asleep with him, but you have awoken on more than one occasion to an empty bed, and an empty penthouse. You’ve texted Bruce on those nights, but his phone has always rung in the apartment. He leaves it sitting on the coffee table. Where the hell does he go without it? Does he have a burner phone? What kind of weird-rich-guy-eyes-wide-shut bullshit is he getting up to that he’s leaving his phone in the apartment for…Hours? You love him, but whatever it is that he’s keeping a secret is beginning to tear your apart.

You want to ask. You have been dying to ask, but it just never feels like the right time. 

-- 

“You and Brucie have been alright?” 

“Oh,” You flounder as Liz nudges your hip with hers, waiting expectantly for your answer. Your hands still over the nibbles that you were putting out on a tray before you resume mechanically loading the spinach puffs that you made. “It’s—Yeah, we’re good.” 

“When are you going to move in?” 

“What?” You splutter a laugh, unable to help it. “Why would I—Did he say something to you?” 

“Oh,” Liz raises her hands in defense. “Sorry. He said you were staying over a lot, you know.” 

“I mean, I have. He’s stayed at mine, too. He’s not moving in with me—definitely not moving in with me, Mish would never stand for it,” You taper off in a mumble. 

“Mish?” 

“My roommate, Michelle.” 

“I didn’t know you had a roommate.” 

“Mhm!” 

“Does she work in a store, too?” 

It feels like a loaded question, and it’s one that you would’ve taken as a jab when you first met Liz. But sometimes you realize that Bruce and his friends live so far above the average Gothamite that they don’t know what it's like to have to live from paycheck to paycheck, in narrow, badly lit apartments that most of your paycheck from your cruddy job goes to. You’re determined not to take offense when they make stupid, probably accidental demeaning comments. 

“Nope!” You chirp. “She’s an administrative assistant at a marketing agency.” 

“Oh! Could you do something like that?” 

You smile a touch tightly, your irritation welling. You’re certain that one was on purpose. 

“You know what, Liz, I think if I really wanted to, I could do just about anything.” 

“Are you two still gabbing in here?” 

You glance back at the sound of Bruce’s question, smiling sincerely at the sight of him. 

“We’re just catching up, having girl chat. Don’t be such a lurker, Wayne,” Liz scolds. She takes the tray that you’ve organized, shooting you a wink before heading for the living room. You lean back against the counter, crossing your arms over your chest. Bruce reaches out, snagging one of the spinach puffs from Liz as she passes him. You smile as he takes a bite of the morsel, then grunts and shoves the rest of the bite into his mouth, sucking some melted feta off of his thumb. 

“Tasty?” You tease. 

“Very. Where’d you get the recipe?” He asks through the mouthful before he swallows.

“My mom.” 

“Mm. Thank her for me.” 

“Sure,” You chuckle. 

“What were you two talking about?” Bruce asks, bracing his hands on the counter behind you. 

“Nothing. Just…Like Liz said, girl stuff.” 

Bruce’s eyes narrow a touch as they wander your face. Then, “She said something about your job again, didn’t she.” 

“She kinda did.” 

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to her.” 

“It’s alright. If it really starts to bother me, I’ll talk to her about it myself.” 

“You sure?” 

“I’m positive. But thank you.” You reach up, straightening Bruce’s collar. You go still as you spot the blooming of an angry purple bruise on his skin. You know that it isn’t anything you’ve seen before, that it certainly wasn’t anything you could’ve inflicted. It turns your stomach. What the hell has he been getting up to? 

The question sits on your lips, but before you can say a thing, a thud comes from the other room. The sound makes your heart jolt, but you calm when it's chased by raucous laughter. You and Bruce turn your heads toward the sound, and you lower your hand from his shirt, folding your arms against your chest. 

“What do you think that was?” Bruce asks. 

“I don’t know, but they don’t don't strike me as the type to break out the Twister mat.” 

Bruce chuckles before he turns back toward you, his hands resting on your hips. When you don't reach for him in kind, he crowds closer, his smile faltering.

“What is it?” He plies, tipping his head. 

“Hm?” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” You answer too quickly. You know it by the way Bruce’s frown deepens. 

“What’s wrong?” His question has more of a concerned edge to it now. 

“Nothing is wrong,” You insist, speaking with a pointed slowness. “I’m just…” You search Bruce’s face, taking in the genuine, concerned expression on his face. 

Your questions are all crowding on your lips, threatening to spring forward. Where the hell does Bruce go at night? And how does he know the intimate details of things he oughtn’t? You’ve checked the recording of your interview from the store’s attempted burglary. There was no mention of the route that you and the burglar took to the back office—not from you, and not from the reporter, or your manager. There was no way for Bruce to know where the office was, unless he’d asked your manager—but if he had, she would’ve gushed to you about his speaking with her. 

What lie will he use this time? Spelunking, again? Base-jumping, maybe? You search for the words, drawing in a deep breath. You care so deeply for this man, but you can’t trust him.

“I—” You start, then go quiet, raising a hand and scrubbing it over your face, breathing, “Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.” 

"Can't do what?" Bruce reaches up, cupping your jaw and tipping your head toward him as worry twists his face. “Hey, look at me. What’s going on?” 

“Bruce, I—” 

You freeze, stunned as you hear another loud pop in the hall, chased by the thudding of boots, and a yell of, “Get on the ground!” 

Before you can even think to react, Bruce draws you close, tugging you toward the island and pulling the two of you down to hide behind the counter, his head resting protectively on your head. Your heart drops into your churning stomach, fingers grasping nervously at him. The two of you listen as the boots thunder past you, down the hall, to where Liz and the others are screaming and panicking. Bruce peers over the counter slowly, looking around before he draws you up. You half-stumble after him with nervous feet, watching as he yanks a kitchen knife out of the holder and opening the pantry. He practically shoves you in, pressing the handle of the knife into your hand and warning, “Keep quiet, stay here.” 

“What?” You breathe, “No, nonono, Bruce, don’t—” You wince as he shoves the pantry door shut. You can just see through the slats that he’s running out of the kitchen. You stand trembling in the pantry, both hands wrapped around the knife's handle. You can hear footsteps, and a few more yelled orders before—

You yelp as the kitchen is plunged into darkness before you slap your hand over your mouth, as if you can snatch the sound from the air and shove it back inside. Your hand shakes, palms and fingers sweating around the knife. Your body is wracked with the same panic that you felt at work. You hear a yelp, a shout, a gunshot, and a few more screams. It’s another moment before you hear someone run into the kitchen. Your heart stills in your chest, your breath catching in your throat. You flinch as you hear and see the flash of a gunshot. It’s closely followed by the grunting and groans of someone being beaten. They’re shoved into the counter next, and you hear the rattle of things being swept off of the counter. 

“Who are you?”

The question is gruff and sharp—the vigilante's tone is low, growling. You frown. You know it. You know that sound. You know that voice. You’ve heard it in rare occasions, in far more exciting moments—amorous moments in rooms that are often just as dark. You find yourself stepping closer, straining your ear to catch on the gruff voice again, over the babbling, panicked incoherence of the begging burglar. 

You close your eyes despite the dark of the room, taking in the sound of the voice. You know it—Oh, god you know it— 

“We just picked this random spot, man, we didn’t know who was in here!” The burglar swore. 

“And it just so happened that you weren’t otherwise occupied?” 

Occupied.

Your jaw drops open as your mind flashes to one of Liz’s bathrooms—to your hand smoothing a condom over Bruce’s length as he yells over his shoulder that the bathroom is occupied. There’s a pause, the clang of metal hitting bone, and the dull thud of a body falling to the floor. Before you can stop yourself, you yank the door open and hiss, “Bruce?” 

The kitchen is silent and still. The loudest sound is the thudding of your heart. 

“Get back inside.” 

Your knees go weak. It’s Bruce’s voice. But there’s no way he would’ve had time for someone else to leave, for Bruce to come in. 

“Get back inside,” He urges again. You take a few panicked steps back into the pantry, yanking the door shut again. Your hand holds tightly to the knife, your mind whirling with your revelation. 

When the cops find you, you’re still crouching in the pantry, a knife in your hand and tears in your eyes. Liz is a mess, insisting that Bruce has been kidnapped. You cover and reassure her—tell her that he couldn’t have been, that he left the kitchen right after he ate the spinach puff, that he’s probably back at the penthouse. 

Frankly, you’re not sure wherever the hell he might be, but hey. That’s nothing new. 

--  

He gets back to the penthouse at three in the morning. 

You’re probably not as startled as you should be, but you’re still wired and awake. You've spent the last few hours talking yourself in and out of the revelation. You didn't see who it was—you couldn't. The voice is familiar, sure, but you've heard audio recordings of Batman on the news, and it's wholly possible that someone just sounds like Bruce. You have grappled for every justification, every possibility, but in your heart, and in your gut, you know the truth.

You haven’t gotten a single call or a text from Bruce since the incident, and you look up to find Batman standing in the entryway of the apartment. You hesitate before you push yourself off of the couch. You take a few slow steps toward him, hands flexing nervously at your sides. He keeps quiet and still, as if he’s still hidden within the shadows. You take another step closer, closing the gap between the two of you. You raise your shaking hands carefully, resting your hands on his helmet. You gently lift it away, watching as it ruffles his hair. Your eyes sweep him—his tensed jaw, the darkness around his eyes. 

It’s surreal. You’ve known—you’ve suspected for the last few hours, but to see it now—to see Bruce in armor, to find the man you love behind the mask—

“Okay,” You manage, turning away from him and drawing in a deep breath to try and steady your wildly pounding heart. “Okay.” 

Your hands flex in the material of the mask, and you look down at it, tipping it to and fro. 

"Did you just have this stashed somewhere near Liz's?"

"No. I left by the fire stairs."

"And went where?"

"I had to go rattle a few cages."

“...It's been you the whole time?” You ask. 

“Yes.” 

“So what happened at the shop—” 

“I knew.” 

“And you came to mine and just acted like you had no idea?” 

“I had to make sure you were alright.” 

You stare down at the helmet, fingers sweeping over it. It’s so heavy. 

“...Who else knows?” You ask. 

“Alfred.” 

“Of course.” 

“And someone at Wayne Enterprises. Lucius Fox.” 

“Anyone else?” 

“...I told you about Rachel.” 

You nod, muttering, “Right.” Your fingers flex around the helmet. “How the hell did this—How did it start?” 

“...Can we talk after I take this off?” 

You glance back and find him gesturing to his body. You nod, holding the helmet out to him. Bruce hesitates before he takes it. He doesn’t go. He just looks over you. You shake your head a touch. 

“What?” You ask. 

“Are you alright?” 

For all of your muddled feelings, a little bit of your anger and confusion melts. “Yes. Are you?” 

Bruce nods a little before he turns away fully, eyeing the mask in his hands as he heads down the hall. You can only resist the urge to follow for a few moments. You stand in the doorway of his bedroom, watching the shades come down. He glances back at the sound of you before he begins to remove his armor. You tip your head to the side, watching him shove a row of suits in his closet aside and open a panel on the wall, jabbing a few buttons before you hear a hiss. You watch him step inside and out of sight. 

This could still be fake, right? This could still be fake. He could’ve just used his, like, millions of dollars to get an exact replica of the suit…But it wouldn’t explain why he knew exactly what had happened at the shop. It would explain his weird bruises, his nighttime disappearances. 

You straighten up as you hear Bruce come back, watch him tugging his sweatpants up and over his hips. He’s facing away from you, opening a dresser drawer. You pass the closet as you approach him, just catching sight of the suit descending before the back panel slides closed, obscuring the compartment from view. 

You can see Bruce's body clearly now, for the first time—and it’s beyond bruising. There are scratches and marks riddling his back and sides. Most of them seem old, and faded. You can see the span of the bruise—the radiating bloom of it spreading from his neck, stretching to the slope of his shoulder. You reach out hesitantly, resting your hands on his hips. He goes still—in tension, confusion, you’re not sure. You crowd up close, brushing a gentle kiss to the tender skin. His shoulders relax under the carress, his body leaning back into yours just a little. You smooth your hands gently over the ridges of his abs, nuzzling into his neck. 

You watch Bruce raise his hand, reaching for the light switch. 

“Don’t,” You mumble. When he goes still, you tip your chin up, lips brushing the shell of his ear:

“I wanna see you.” 

Bruce glances guardedly at you over his shoulder before he dips his head. He lowers hand to rest on yours, gently prying it from him. Your stomach flips nervously, then settles as Bruce slowly turns to face you. You can’t help the way your eyes skate and wander his torso, catching on each additional bruise, each fading scar. You raise your hands, gently running them down over his shoulders. You shiver as Bruce raises his in turn, smoothing them up your back.

You crowd closer, pressing your face into Bruce’s neck. He curls his arms around you, nuzzling your temple. You press another careful kiss to the bruise, squeezing your eyes shut as your emotions swell sharply. It’s almost too much to take, knowing that this man who spends his days among Gotham’s elite, grinning at paps, feigning ignorance and carelessness, spends his nights trying to make the city a safer place. You lean back from him, raising your hands to hide your face, and the prickling of tears in your eyes. Bruce doesn’t immediately tug you back in—he gives you some space. You draw in a shaky breath, clearing your face and scrubbing at your face to try to stave the tears off. 

“Okay,” You mumble. “Okay. I need a drink, and you—” You wave in his direction, “You need to talk.” 

--  

It takes him time—time that clearly pains him, that he doesn’t seem to want to take. The two of you sit on opposite ends of his couch. He’s sprawled out across the cushions; you’re scrunched up on the other side, leg bouncing anxiously. When he comes to a stop, he’s staring down at his hands. It’s only a moment before he tacks on, 

“I’m sorry.” 

You frown, shaking your head. It’s confusing. What the hell is he sorry for? Lying? 

“I shouldn’t have let you find out. I think it may be best if we…Part ways.” 

Your gaze lifts to his, brows knitted. 

“...Are you kidding me?” You ask after a moment. 

“No, I’m not—” 

“Oh—” You laugh, stunned, unable to help yourself, springing off of the couch with all of your nervous, pent-up energy. “Oh, that is bullshit, Bruce.” 

“It is not bullshit!” He barks back. “It’s for your safety!” 

“If you wanted me to be safe, you wouldn’t have said a word in the kitchen. You would’ve just gone on your way—or kept using that—that stupid gruff sex voice you use—” 

“Sex voice?” 

“You know, that,” You scrunch your face up, “That, you know, when you—” You clear your throat and lower your voice, letting out a garbled, growling noise. 

“I do not sound like that.” 

“You have before. Like, more than once.” 

“It is not a sex voice.” 

“And it is bullshit, for the record,” You add again, planting your hands on your hips. “If you really, really wanted to cover it, you would’ve stayed in the apartment for when the cops got there, faked that you were as freaked out as everyone else. Or you would’ve come back to the apartment in your regular clothes and told me you’d just stepped out for some air and the cops had kept you from coming back inside. You’re as tired of hiding this from me as I am of you hiding it.” 

Bruce’s face falls, and he shifts in his seat to brace his elbows on his thighs, looking down at his empty hands. 

“I didn’t know that you knew something was…Off,” Bruce admits softly. 

“Not a clue?” 

“A few hints, but I didn’t think it was about the suit.” 

“...Okay, two things,” You close your eyes, holding up two fingers as you gather your thoughts. “It’s not just about the suit, it is about what you do in the suit. I get why now, but—You know.” 

“What’s the other thing?” 

“What the heck did you think I was off about?” 

“I know you’re not stupid. I know you’ve seen some of the blood, some of the bruises. Guess I thought I’d covered it well enough.” 

You can’t help but scoff. 

“With what?” You ask incredulously. “The polo, the base-jumping, the spelunking, or the invisible shaving cuts?” 

“Alright,” Bruce groans, running his hand through his hair. You’re quiet for a moment, looking him over before you turn away from him. 

You can’t tell him not to do it. You can’t pretend that Batman hasn’t done good for this city, or that you haven’t been at the receiving end of it, seen it firsthand. If it had been different—if Bruce had come to you with the idea of an undertaking of the sort, rather than having already established himself as a vigilante—you would’ve told him that it was a ghastly idea, that he’d have himself killed in a day. Still, knowing what Bruce gets up to, night after night, is making your stomach squirm. 

You hear the creak of him rising off of the couch, then feel him coming up behind you. 

“Look,” He sighs, “Batman doesn’t exactly have friends in this city. If you’re linked to him, you could get hurt.” 

You’re quiet for a moment, biting your lip. 

“I doubt I could ever be linked to Batman when I’m not even linked to Bruce Wayne,” You counter.

Bruce reaches out, resting his hands on your hips, tugging you back. You wobble, then sway back into him a little reluctantly. You stare down at the floor, considering. 

You could still cut ties. Your acquaintance is early enough that it wouldn’t raise eyebrows among his friends, or your parents—and, all things considered, maybe Alfred.

“If you want me out of here, tell me,” You finally say, just managing to hide your dismay. 

“It’s—” Bruce starts before he sighs heavily, grip tightening on you. “I want you safe.” 

“I’m safe with you.” 

Bruce curls his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your shoulder. “But what if, one day, you’re not?” 

You glance down at Bruce. You find his eyes squeezed shut, his face twisted in upset and fear. You go quiet for a moment, then rest your head against his, closing your eyes. You can’t blame him for the assumption. He lost his parents to the city. He doesn’t want to lose you, too. 

You turn in his arms, curling your arms around his shoulders and drawing him in. Bruce burrows close, fingers grasping desperately at your shirt. You press a kiss to his head, combing your fingers through his hair. Bruce takes his time straightening before he cups your cheeks, smoothing his thumbs over your cheekbones. He takes in your face slowly, as if it’ll be the last time. You draw a deep breath in through your nose, steadying yourself. Oh, no. 

“Can we go to bed?” You plead before he can say anything else. “Talk about this more in the morning?” 

Bruce hesitates, then nods, mumbles, “Alright.” 

--  

Bruce takes his time joining you under the covers. You let yourself watch him, and think. You’re almost afraid to go to sleep. You’re almost afraid for the sun to come up. You can’t fathom what he’ll say then.

But tonight, when he shuts the lights off, he leaves the blinds up. You can make him out in the dim light of the room as he lays down beside you, as the two of you settle down on your sides and watch one another. You reach out, resting your hand on his cheek as he takes your other hand in his. He nuzzles into your touch, his eyes slipping closed. You see him take in a deep breath, then push it out slowly.

For the first time since you’ve known him, Bruce looks completely relaxed. He’s not shrouded or hidden from you. Your stomach flutters with butterflies as he turns his head, brushing his lips against your palm. 

Next Part

[sokkabaddiebender2021]

ok y’all i finally finished the neflix live action avatar and…….don’t hate me……..but i enjoyed it 😭 my standards for entertainment is honestly on whether or not it entertained me, so honestly i question my standards.

first off, the visuals and score was absolutely amazing. the fight scenes were well choreographed, and the bending, which i was super nervous about, looked actually amazing.

i think we can all agree the writing and dialogue was pretty choppy at times, and the delivery could be better at times. but i also think (most) of the energy of the original characters was captured well. katara honestly got done the dirtiest because why was she so…….not passionate??? i’m hoping later on she gets more so because that’s a key trait of katara. i was very disappointed with that :/

what they did to suki too……..i liked her being a little awkward and such because it makes sense but i felt like too much of her character was dedicated to her having a crush on sokka. like where is her attitude, her ferocity?

i think aang was played very well by gordon cormier, especially considering this is a child actor we are taking about. his line delivery isn’t going to be great and yes he is a real boy so he can’t be as cartoony as some would hope but i think he was absolutely adorable.

surprise surprise, i loved dallas liu as zuko. i think there were some pretty whack line deliveries but he really captured the anger and cringeyness of zuko well. his martial arts were also also incredible, his fight scenes were my favorite to watch. the scene with him crying quietly on the bed when ozai banishing him shattered me, his subtle acting is underrated honestly.

i have my beef with ian ousley as sokka mostly because of the controversy and such, but i can’t lie he did play sokka well. yet again, as for the last characters, some line deliveries were iffy but he was still a very believable sokka.

so for the writing, i have LOTS OF OPINIONS. there were things they cut that definitely upset me, and that was just because of their lowkey questionable pacing. as much as i hate the slimeball, i missed a lot of the interesting parts of zhao’s story that they cut like his agni kai, jeuong jeuong (aang’s fear of fire??), zuko SAVING him. i feel like they had something interesting there with building a fake alliance with him and zuko, and they didn’t build more off it. [edit] that so, the dude who played zhao had me losing my shit. his line delivery was hilarious and i just love that zhao just gives that manager no one likes/that one creepy math teacher in high school vibes (only combination i could think of y’all).

the additions to zuko’s story was something i absolutely loved. i found myself actually getting very emotional with a lot of the flashbacks, and the 41st division being his crew 🥹🥹 but then i find myself being upset that we were shown other flashbacks so early (like the death of katara’s mother??).

i actually hate the hate azula’s actress is getting. she’s playing a 14 year old……like a 14 year old?? she wasn’t even in season 1 in the og so ofc she’s gonna not be the same, i’m hoping this means they’re building up her up to her fierceness in season 2.

one last critique PLEASE GET A WIG BUDGET GOOD LORD THOSE WIGS WERE BAAAAD. and also a lot of their costumes looked fake or like plastic this was actually my least favorite part 😭

overall, not as horrible as people make it out to be, i had a good time but obviously the og will always be the higher quality product. i’m just glad the young actors seemed to really be passionate for the project :)

[mxdarling]

[inside the closet, it's full of rainbows]

or how the astral express crew react to you coming out to them.

found family astral express, ooc astral express crew, fluff post, lowercase, definitely rushed, platonic, not proofread, 1.8k wc, reader could be trailblazer or not, spoiler free, reader's gender/sexuality is left ambiguous.

[a/n; soooo... pride month, yes, it's gay mfs, i initially wanted to get this out earlier but uh- i forgot to write it??? so um- i'm very sorry!! this might be like a whole month late? but it's never too late to say happy pride month!! <33 also repost bcs IT AIN'T SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS???]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :March 7th;

➮ okay hear me out, her first reaction is either gonna be "WHAT!?" or "HAHA I KNEW IT!!"

➮ because if you're super lowkey about your sexuality/gender then she probably never even thought of the possibility of you being part of the skittle squad like- she's literally mouth gaping bcs SHE HAD ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA THAT YOU WEREN'T STRAIGHT/CISGENDER???

➮ she probably got the vibe that maybe you weren't straight/cisgender?? like maybe the way you dress or the way you act to certain gender/sex that gave her the idea but she didn't wanna assume nor did you say anything to confirm or deny her thoughts so she kinda just dropped it but she still held some curiosity but just didn't act upon it y'know- pretty girls respect privacy!!

➮ ORR if you're less secretive about your gender/sexuality, wearing pride pins, your flag colors, saying jokes implying your gender/sexuality, your romantic/lack of interests towards a certain gender/multiple genders/anything romantic or sexual, etc. without ever really saying it directly then she probably got the hint (or multiple OBVIOUS hints to be exact) so when you finally confirmed it she reacts like she knew from the very beginning (like a detective having their suspicions on a person proven true, it's cute loll)

➮ now honestly speaking, no matter what gender/sexuality she's gonna be so so supportive you!! doing everything she can to make you comfortable in expressing yourself around her and the astral express! she also asks you questions about your gender/sexuality which might leave you overwhelmed if she bombers you with them but she'll back off if you verbally/clearly express signs of discomfort

➮ IF EVER you need help with clothes, like wanting to be comfortable but also stylish, finding what style suits your appearance the best, what accessories to buy, finding clothes your size, etc. your girl march has got your back!! she can't be a pretty girl without a sense of fashion!! you bet you two are gonna have the best photoshoot of your life, march gets all your best angles, not a single one is a bad photo and if you're feeling camera shy she joins in the photoshoot with you!! matching clothes is a must so you two can be cute together!!

➮ she's totally gonna drag you to most, if not all, her shopping sprees!! i'm sorry if you aren't one to go to clothes shopping often but she cannot have you miss this opportunity to try on clothes with her!! she promises you to make it worth your while (or she just begs and begs until your eventually agree LOLL)

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Dan Heng;

➮ this guys is either a low "i knew that" or a moment of silence before speaking up, "yeah that makes sense"

➮ LIKEE he probably had an inkling feeling that you were a little fruity, like a scratching gut feeling that you weren't straight/cisgender just didn't say anything, he knows that if you wanted him to know you would've said something so he waited for you to tell him yourself to not pressure you into doing something you weren't comfortable. he understands things such as these are private matters, if you don't wanna share it then it's fine—if you do then it won't change how he views and treats you as a friend! he's does feel a little bit happy that you trust him with this information (he's very much happy loll)

➮ he's definitely a lot more perceptive than march so he's more likely to pick up behavior habits or hints that would probably be "normal" in other people's eyes, like i said he says nothing about this to you or anyone, he kinda just- remembers them??? like its stored in his head in case he'll bring it up in the future for unknown reasons cause like march he doesn't wanna assume or jump to conclusions about you sooo he brushes off his curiosity until he sort of buries it deep down??? idk its hard to read the guy okay

➮ there were probably moments wherein you did something that made dan heng raise an eyebrow like this emoji "🤨" EXCEPT its more stoic and less obvious that your action made him A LITTLE suspicious... for the first few times he doesn't think about it too much because those could be coincidences or accidents, everyone has those moments (right? right??? yeah.) but if those "coincidences" and "accidents" happen a bit more often than his gayradar goes off brr

➮ he's very much supportive just not as loud as march is, he does basically everything march does but in a more subtle manner like he's researching all night about your gender/sexuality to make sure he doesn't say anything insensitive or make a wrong assumption about your gender/sexuality, reading materials that contain your gender/sexuality so he can understand how you feel better, etc. he also asks you some of his questions directly but he doesn't really wanna bother you or come off as 'too much' so he got most of his knowledge from other sources

➮ he may be quiet about his support but do not doubt that this man will defend you to hell and back if someone were to ever ever disrespect you and your boundaries, he will fight back and he will not go easy on said person or people, he MIGHT hold back if you tell him very nicely, might okay he doesn't take lightly to those that insult people who are dear to him, no way will he remain a bystander to the sight of people stepping over you like some doormat!!

➮ he doesn't do it often but he'll gift you trinkets that are the colors of your flag, like maybe not exactly the colors but he tries to find the closest one that resembles your colors flag y'know, plus he's not really good with words so this is one of the ways of showing that he loves you and you're important to him no matter what <33

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Himeko;

➮ honestly i feel like it's just one reaction, and it's just a soft smile and a expression that screams "i'm glad you were comfortable enough to tell me" LIKE IT'S SO SOFT AND CARING OMGGHDJHSH

➮ sorry guys himeko is just so sweet, caring, understanding, patient, emotional available i feel like she's the one you told way before anyone else because of how comfortable you are with her. SHE'S LITERALLY PERFECT WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY-

➮ i feel as though she doesn't put much thought into your personal matters because she knows that there are things that don't need to be said at all and she understands that, she won't force nor rush anything, she'll let you pick your pace, take your time, and choose when you wanna be vulnerable with her and/or the crew. she also doesn't make any bold assumptions about your gender/sexuality on her end because that's not what defines you, rather she gives her thoughts on what she DOES know about you—as a person, as a nameless, as someone dear to her.

➮ supportive mother all the way!! she does whatever makes you comfortable, like she slowly eases you in how you want to express yourself and how you feel about yourself, how you want to be address, it's just a very slow but caring process with himeko <33

➮ she feels like the type of person you'd gossip with, himeko and her black bitter coffee, you and your (favorite drink), maybe not exactly gossip but you'd tell her about certain incidents surrounding your gender/sexuality (like how you'd tell your friend/s about a new crush you developed, how the new outfit you’ve discovered makes you feel more confident, etc. etc.) like idk how to explain it but you guys see the vision?? you yapping about something and himeko just peacefully listening despite not talking much, idk i find it very sweet <33 she's definitely the type to make you your favorite food and drink if you happen to be in a bad mood because of someone else :((

➮ while she might not fully understand what it's like in your shoes, she can try to sympathize with you and be the shoulder to cry on when you feel overwhelmed with your emotions or need to let those feelings out so they don't eat you up from the inside. sometimes just being by each other's side is enough of comfort, no words are needed, just the presence and the knowledge that someone is there for you at your lowest.

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Welt Yang;

➮ dude feels like a old man, i'm sorry i feel like he's the one that's not the most knowledgeable about lgbtq+?? like he knows about it, he doesn't know a lot about it you get what i mean? like he'll look at you a little confused on what you said but still is accepting just needs time for you to explain to him what exactly is your gender/sexuality, he's trying he swears!!

➮ he's the clueless one, i'm not just saying this because he's an old man and stuff but i feel like he's mind is always either on the safety of the crew, the next location, or the current trailblaze mission, if he DOES have the time to not think about those things it's probably to reminisce about the past or something y'know? so he's the one that had absolutely NO IDEA you weren't straight/cisgender!!???

➮ he'll still ask questions about your gender/sexuality just to make sure he hasn't gotten anything wrong or assumed something bad about your gender/sexuality, his approach to gaining more information is kind of like a mix of march and dan heng where he'll ask questions to you and search for sources on his own.

➮ honestly idk what else to add but the fact he's definitely trying his best loll, he's still getting used to addressing you the way you wanted to be address, or he's still surprised by the way you dress yourself up but don't take any of it negative—it's just the change will catch him off guard but nevertheless supports these changes!! if it makes you comfortable and more yourself than do it! if it's not hurting you in any way, why should he stop and ruin your fun?

➮ like himeko, he'll be the listener to your yapping, might have a harder time keeping up with what you're saying sometimes if you're the type to talk really fast or jump from topic to topic but he'll still listen. he'll even surprise you by remembering the stuff you've said, even if you just mentioned it once, he still remembered it.

➮ he tries his best to give the best advice you need in your current situation, he tries not to sugarcoat his words and be as honest as he possibly can—though he can't guarantee he won't hurt your feelings, sometimes advice are words you NEED to hear and not what you WANT to hear.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY, REPOST, SHARE, TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO OTHER SITES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION + REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.

[dollgxtz]

Hello!! Recently I've been reading some of your fics as it passes my timeline and I just finished reading "Getting Closer" and I need to scream it out!! I apologize in advance because this will most likely be a wall of text, please answer however you please or not at all if you don't want to!

First, I love LOVE LOVE how you write Sylus' dialogues!!! I can imagine his voice in every single line and it's just driving me crazy. I really love how you flawlessly switch between the two petnames he so endearingly calls us in game, and I just can't get enough of it since I really love both of his petnames to us, it always gets me weak.

Now I'll actually delve into the story! I absolutely love the Tara tidbit at the beginning of the story, I really feel like the whole thing is definitely something that Tara would do, with how bold she is greeting us away since the intro of the actual in game main story. I could definitely see her snatching our phone with no harm knowing full well it's from our boyfriend, of course reeling back and apologizing if she feels she went too far. The 'what if' explanation about dating Onychinus leader etc etc was really funny, it gives me the same goofiness of his bond episode, just the right amount of goofiness!

I'm lowkey curious on what could've been talked about between Tara and Sylus in that small timeframe, and that "No way you could tell her that its some kind of sex game you both indulge in right???" Got me laughing so hard!!

Your description on the scenes, the settings, the feelings, the buildups and everything else I don't know how to put words into were all really good and very immersive for me! I could imagine every single scene! I really love the phone calls banter, it exudes enough feistiness that he answers with absolute dominance. I'm in love.

I really love the clever attempts of not being purely helpless like the mirror and calling back tricks. It really keeps me on my toes! The scene on the subway is just- aaaah! It's so good! I love the moment our eyes met, the frozen moment when we realize he's right behind us, the little play and the claim of being his!

I love the fact you made him not chase after us immediately. I also love how you specifically describe about his long strides, because damn does the guy is a giant and has legs for days. I especially love the banter on the alley and the moment he almost grabbed our hair! He definitely could reach out further and grab our hair. He's just being merciful. I love it.

The tension right after we won, the banter, up until the surprise! You've written it so amazingly I could imagine it in cinematic shots and it's wonderful!! Feels truly like straight out of a thriller movie.

And hello??? "None of those are safe words sweetie" PLEASE I'M CRYING I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR. AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU WROTE HIM!! He's freaky but he knows the limits! I wonder what kind of safe word was established. Also the part he mocks our plead?? Holy shit I never knew I needed that in my life but I can't live without it now. It's so condescending in the most delicious way.

The stark contrast, the momentary break, the softness that he truly loves us that leaks out when he asks for our consent about are we doing okay or not, GOT ME ON MY KNEES. ASKING CONSENT IS ALSO HOT YOUR HONOR!!! Also the smooth transition back into that cold hearted smug personality? SWOONED. WHIPPED. IN LOVE.

The authoritative command of asking us to calm down, not giving what we want until we submit obediently? Delicious. De-li-ci-o-us! Thank you I am feasting.

And s i g h h h don't get me started with how much care and gentleness he gives after the whole thing is finished. I feel truly loved. The ending is truly beautiful and it's an astounding piece overall!!! Okay thank you for coming to my tedtalk, TLDR: thank you for girl dinner.

AHHH ANON IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!!

I just noticed a lack of predator x prey fics for Sylus and wanted to contribute 😌.

I MEAN COME ON HE LITERALLY SAYS HE LIKES WHEN HIS PREY STRUGGLES 😩

Anywayssss, while writing I definitely had lots of “Would he say this?” moments cause I wanted to get his way of speaking down right. I was honestly so nervous to include Tara because we don’t know a whole lot about her besides her being bubbly but I’m happy to know that you liked it!!

I also wanted the buildup and tension there. I wanted readers to feel every emotion as if they themselves were actually being chased. Sylus just inspires me to write such things what can I say 😌

Tysm for for reading and I hope you stick around for more!!

[bleachbleachbleach]

Saw your reblog on tragic unrequited platonic love and technically, that trope definitely applies to the betrayed trio, especially on Hinamori’s end (depends on whether or not you subscribe to the view that she was crushing on Aizen). The way I saw it in my initial viewing of bleach, it was more of the type of intense admiration for an authority figure that can be misconstrued as a crush cuz you (the devotee) lack the ways to properly articulate it. Like how u feel abt the rlly cool English teacher u sometimes eat lunch with before they get arrested for like fraud or something. After experiencing the Horrors, of course Kira and Hinamori are going to imprint hard on the first semblance of stability and symbol of safety at the time. So that what they went thru meant something. Also, let me take this moment to briefly gush abt the headcanon u presented in the B3 fic cinematic universe abt hinamori’s fixating on squad 5 because it offers her the knowledge beyond her town that she’s lowkey seeking + the values she wants to strive towards (source: from afar). These nerds just wanted to be mentored so badddd!! Thus, the reveal of the fact that they were only a means to an end, specifically chosen on where they fall on the “easy to manipulate” scale hits HARDER. All that devotion?? Loss of work life balance and for WHATTT? Extended medical leave ? 😭 oh bleach my fave workplace sitcom AND workplace drama u will always be famous

PS: thank u for tagging me in that post!! In the process of drafting my response. It was so lovely of you.

You're right! That totally works here. It's interesting because (and I'll just focus on Hinamori here, because otherwise I'd feel compelled to honor the distinctions between her and Aizen vs. Kira and Ichimaru and Hisagi and Tousen, and this would probably end up reading very convolutedly) I think it kind of asks a question about when the platonic pining would have happened.

Is the pining part of suddenly realizing the disjuncture between what Hinamori thought something was and what Aizen did, and mourning something lost (and something that never really was)?

Or was there also pining when things were Good? We see Aizen be reassuring to Hinamori and generous with his time, etc. and we see Hinamori happy to receive from him, and quite devoted both to her VCship as well as to Aizen on a person level (or as he put it, "as a man" lol). We know she's well-respected by her division, and esteemed by her colleagues (okay, Kira and Hitsugaya may have some bias in this arena, but they both describe her as highly skilled).

But was she needed? Was she doing, and did she get the opportunity to do, things that Aizen couldn't do better? Did she have opportunities to express things that Aizen found interesting or outside of his expertise? Even as they are not equals--and there is no expectation that they should be--in the most fruitful mentorships, both parties have things to teach and learn.

Did Hinamori ever look at other Captain/VC relationships and yearn for pieces of what those looked like to her? Nanao would probably say "god i hope not" because Kyouraku's "reliance" on her often takes the shape of her having to do all the busywork and also herd cats, but in spite of this there's an intimacy there, an openness or trust, that Hinamori might yearn for. And that's taking Kyouraku--shadowy and full of many surfaces himself--into account. Hitsugaya and Matsumoto also have something that both Hitsugaya and Matsumoto probably complain about to Hinamori, but there's a degree of mutualism and collaboration to whatever's going on at the 10th that Hinamori might not mind a taste of, too. Renji has been Byakuya's VC for a month but Hinamori has probably already thought to herself "Kuchiki-taichou let him do WHAT" at least twice. Even though Byakuya is Byakuya, judging by how they handled their "meeting Ichigo in the street" mission, it seems like Byakuya lets Renji have his little projects. Like Renji is part of his investment portfolio and Byakuya feels very comfortable considering Renji a volatile but potentially valuable property and in order to get that ROI you need to stick with him through several honorless tech startup busts and commit long-term to the thing. Er, but I digress. My point is, Renji gets projects. "Develop training menu." Creative opportunity! With a result that has Renji all over it.

Does Hinamori get projects? Does it ever feel like she's pushing the envelope of what the 5th can be and how it can function on her own, without it being something Aizen already predicted the outcome of, or was actually his idea that he let her propose and take nominal ownership of anyway? Despite being completely blindsided by the actuality of Aizen, was there already that sense of inevitability/Aizen all over everything that happens at the 5th? (Competing, of course, with Hinamori's self-concept as a creative person; and her love of Aizen as a person, not just as a boss and mentor; and feeling as though she just needs to excel more and be creative better and she'll eventually meet this need she feels--it's not the environment that's the issue. She's happy here. Mostly. She doesn't need to leave, she simply needs to surpass--)