#i wasn't wearing a helmet oh shit

[can-we-die-now]

(leau dropping bee home on her scooty) (red car slows down next to us)

bee: "oh fuck oh fuck fuck is it my mother *sees a beard* oh thank fuck it's not my mother." leau: "...THAT WAS MPN"

"... W H A T"

and that was the story of how we died

[vivwritesfics]

Can you write a max verstappen x fem reader where they do anal (fem receiving) cause he won a championship or a race please

I made this goofy because... i can and i love goofy max

Mornings: Smut, foreplay, fingering, use of good girl, anal, mention of handcuffs

March 1st, 2023

"You know how we pulled out the handcuffs when I won the championship last year, what do I get this time?" Max asked his girlfriend as they laid in bed together.

They were days away from the season opener. Max didn't need any motivation other than to get the win, but he wanted something else.

Y/N thought on it. "Something kinkier than handcuffs, right?" She asked and Max nodded his head. "Okay, how about... anal?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me." She wasn't going to repeat it.

Max didn't agree, not right away. "I've got one better," he said. "Anal, but whenever I get a win. Then we do something properly crazy when I win the championship." He wore a smirk as he said it.

She thought about it. There was no way Max was gonna win almost every race, right? She held her hand towards him. "Alright, deal."

March 5th 2023, Bahrain

"Shit," she whispered as she watched Max finish his final lap twelve seconds ahead of his teammate. Thank God nobody had heard her. Thank God Jos Verstappen hadn't heard her.

No, she was genuinely happy for her boyfriend. She ran to the barrier to great him, throwing her arms around him. She wasn't going to kiss him, not when he was wearing his helmet after a race (those things get diiirty).

He did what he had to, held his trophy up on the podium, sprayed the champagne, conducted the interviews. As soon as he was done he walked out of the paddock, holding his girlfriends hand. "Excited for tonight?" He whispered in her ear, his arm slipping around her body. For once he didn't care about the cameras on him.

"Max, I'm so proud of you, but my ass already hurts."

Max waited until they got into the car. "We don't have to do it if you don't want to," he said gently, his hand on her knee.

She shook her head. "I made a promise. We bought the lube for a reason."

Max pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. "That's my girl," he whispered and they set off to the hotel.

Normally she and Max would by flying straight back to Monaco, not staying in the country of the Grand Prix. But tonight? Max couldn't wait to get her back into the bed. "Any time you want to stop, we can," he said as they parked up.

Taking her hand, he led her up to the hotel room. In the elevator he held her hips, squeezing. He kissed her neck, her head thrown back against his shoulder, until the elevator doors opened.

They walked down the hall, his lips still on her neck, with her giggling as she struggled to open the hotel room door. She just about got it open when Max lifted her up and it closed one again. "Maxy," she whispered, her forehead against his. "The door."

Using one hand (while still holding her up) he struggled to get the keycard into the door and push it open. It took several attempts, but eventually they were in the room.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, dropping her onto the bed. She erupted into laughs and giggles.

He was going to make this fun for her, make it enjoyable for her. As long as she was having a good time, he was happy.

She rolled onto her stomach and Max immediately pulled down her jeans. He slapped her ass and then squeezed. "Fuck, I love your ass," he said. He squeezed both cheeks at the same time. "I'm gonna win every race this season."

"Oh, I have no doubt you are," she responded.

Max pulled down her panties. He felt her, lightly touched her folds. Even just his fingers barely touching her had her shivering. "Hurry up and touch me," she whispered, pushing against his hand.

"Alright, needy," he said and gripped her ass again.

He pushed her folds apart, caught a glance of how wet she was. "Holy shit," he whispered.

In the years they had been together, Max had become an expert. He knew just how to touch her body in a way that had her trembling beneath him. He knew just what he wanted to do, knew how he wanted to treat her.

"Just one orgasm first, yeah?"

She nodded, unable to bring the words to her lips. "That's it, that's my girl," he said, pumping his fingers in and out of her.

She quivered below him. "Max, fuuuuck!" She cried out, clenching around his fingers.

He slapped her ass. "Shit!" She squeaked, eyes shut as she came.

"Now to the fun stuff," Max said. He pinched her thigh and got up, wandering over to his bag.

Buried beneath everything was a great big bottle of lube. She just turned her head, watching as Max pulled it out and walked it over. "I didn't realise we bought such a big bottle," she said, somewhat astounded.

Max took his time with her. He dropped a good amount of lube onto her ass and worked her open. It was a slow process, painful at first. But she relaxed, trusted Max to take care of her. "That's it, my good girl," Max whispered. He squeezed the flesh of her ass, trying to relax her.

When she was nice and loose, Max leaned forward and kissed her shoulder blade. "You're nice and loose now, Mijn liefje," he whispered. "Are you ready for me?"

She nodded her head.

"Words, baby."

"I... I'm ready Max," she stuttered out.

Max still took his time. He pulled her apart and pushed himself forward. When his tip met her hole she gasped, and Max slowed himself down. "You're doing so good," Max whispered, pulling himself back.

Each time he pushed into her, he went just a little bit further. No amount of preparation could have made this any easier. But Max was so soft, so sweet, so gentle with her.

He thrust himself into her, his pace slow. Her squeezed him gasping every time he pushed his head inside of her. "Holy shit, Max," she whimpered.

There was no feeling like this. Max was hitting spots she didn't know existed. With some more work from his expert fingers on her pussy she came, body shaking. Two orgasms and the new sensations Max was providing her with, it was all too much. She couldn't quite take it.

He suddenly pulled out, spilling his seed over her back. Gasping, Max fell down beside her. "You did so good for me, Schat," he whispered, leaning over to kiss her.

Her body twitched as Max chased his high. "All... most... there...

Mijn liefje," he grunted, his thrusts speeding up.

Max took a moment to catch his breath. As soon as he did he ran the too small hotel bath and carried her to it.

March 19th 2023, Saudi Arabia

Y/N watched, biting her nails. "C'mon," she whispered under her breath. "C'mon, Maxy." It was embarrassing, how excited she was for his next win. More importantly, how excited she was for the aftermath of his next win.

But Max didn't win, Sergio Perez won the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. "Fuck," she hissed under her breath. Beside her, Jos Verstappen lost his mind. She didn't. She stayed calm, because she knew that was what Max was going to need.

After the podium, Y/N held Max close. "Well done, Maxy," she whispered, kissing him.

Max said nothing. He just held her close for a minute, his head pressed into her shoulder. But then he spoke up. "I know I didn't win, but..."

"No, Max. We said if you win, remember?"

"Next race. Your ass is mine."

[flamingpudding]

Ouija Board Prompt Idea

A/N: A late night Idea that came to me instead of sleep and I wrote this down during lunch break

Danny was just in Gotham because the city spirit had asked him for assistance with a rather persistent unruly Ghost that didn't understand that this was her haunt and she did not want them there.

So when he got the notice he did his kingly duties and made sure the Ghost was no longer annoying Lady Gotham. He was the Ghost King but even he didn't want to anger a spirit as old as her. He had watched the spirit take a ghostly club and hit Clockwork the Ancient of Time with it without remorse the first time they were introduced. So yea, no messing with this one.

He had been about to portal back home when he felt a strange pull one that was close to when he got summoned but yet it didn't feel as demanding but more like a little kid pulling on his shirt hesitantly. So he checked it out…

… and came across a group of vigilantes investigating an occult side.

Invisible he watched them, curious. He used to do the teen hero stick too before the whole Ghost King business allowing him to get some semblance of a normal life with his rogues, might as well see how others to that hero stick. Besides the pull he felt appeared to come from that tall one wearing a red helmet something was up with that guy.

"Come on, ask the ghosts a question or are you too chicken to do it?"

"I will not participate in this nonsense, Red Hood."

"Come on guys it will be fun!"

"For whom? You, Spoiler?"

"RR aren't you curious?"

"We just gotta ask the board a question and if a ghost is around they will answer by moving it, right?"

"Ghosts don't exist."

Okay Danny was not taking personal offense here but he was a half ghost and he ruled the Ghost Zone filled with ecto-entities that could count as ghosts. So yes, ghosts existed. It was a simple decision then as he floated down invisible crouching next to board still invisible and out of the way from them.

Making sure he made a lot of scraping noises as he moved the small wooden piece on the board to 'YES'.

Someone yelped and someone else shrieked, though Danny wasn't sure if that was a shriek of excitement or not. He still grinned at their reactions.

"Did that just move to 'YES'! It did, didn't it!"

Yea okay that earlier was a shriek of excitement considering how that girl in purple was jumping around. Though the poor kid among them looked a little paler now, Danny decided to keep an eye on the kid to make sure he wasn't overdoing it.

"Okay so a ghost is here?"

Maybe he should have bothered listening to Lady Gotham or Tucker more about the vigilantes of Gotham. Oh well no time better as this to learn. What did the girl call this boy again, RR? Danny wondered what that stood for.

He moved the piece around the board a little making sure they noticed before he spelled something out.

"N-O-S-H-I-T-S-H-E-R-L-O-C-K. No shit Sherlock. Ha! I like this ghost!" The tall one laughed, he believed the kid called him Red Hood earlier. Well the red helmet was a great testament to that sort of code name. Still he wondered about that weird feeling he got from the guy but pushed that aside for later.

"Well since there is a ghosts, what should we ask?"

"Maybe how old he is?"

"Think it rude to ask how he died?"

Danny rolled his eyes. Those were such mainstream questions.

"B-O-R-I-N-G, 1-6 , YES. Guys it looks like we are not were imaginativ."

"Well what do you suggest we ask then?"

"I don't know! Maybe he can show us a cool trick?"

"You know that reminds me of this game that's been out for a while, phasmophobia or something like that?"

Oh Danny knew this one! Tucker had told him about the game, he himself hadn't played it but he had watched his best friend do so, they had a lot of fun joking about how the ghosts were portrayed and the tools that were available to the players.

"So what? We ask the ghost to play Hide and Seek with us?"

"Let's cease this nonsense. This is not something we should mess with."

"Oh are you scared?"

He made a show of moving the wooden piece, doing his best not to snicker out loud as he moved the piece to count down from the number 9. Letting his own powers out a little to cause the already dim light to flicker and the room to cool down several degrees.

The reaction was instant once again. Though he didn't expect them to run for hiding spaces he definitely did not expect these people to pull out their weapons and position against each other's back like they were ready for a fight. Then again they were vigilantes

The poor kid among them looked even paler. Before his count down could reach 0 he decided to not scare the poor kid more. Pulling back his powers the room's temperature normalized and the lights stopped flickering. He moved the wooden piece knowing that at least one of them was watching it in anticipation.

"J-K-S-O-R-R-Y"

"I think the ghost just apologized to us?" The RR teenager said carefully and Danny couldn't help the sheepish smile even if they couldn't see it in his invisible state.

"You know about the game?"

He moved the piece to YES.

"So you thought it was fucking appropriated to scare us like that?"

He moved the piece around and placed it back to YES before spelling out sorry again. The vigilantes shared a look and Danny decided to spell out a question.

"L-I-T-T-L-E-G-U-Y-O-K-A-Y"

"Huh? Uh yea Robin is fine." They looked confused but Danny kept his eyes on the kid. Well the poor boy still looked very pale but he also appeared to try to put on a brave front, it nearly caused a chuckle to escape the halfa.

"Can you show yourself?"

"S-U-R-E"

Not like he was really going to show himself but this was going to be fun, he thanked the Ancients that he was taking lessons with Pandora on how to manipulate his own ectoplasm. He summoned a blob of it making sure he himself was still invisible as he let the green blob be visible, forming it and making it look like a blob ghost.

The reaction was once again instant. They yelled in the chaos all he caught sounded like 'Lazarus water! Moving Lazarus Water!' Before the pale kid, Robin they said, slashed at his ectoplasm blob with his katana, essentially doing nothing to the blob of ectoplasm. The sword just went through it and Danny still holding it confused just instinctively let it reform the shape he gave it.

Danny blinked, okay now he was definitely not showing himself. "This is no a ghost but a Pit Demon!"

From the corner of the eye he saw Lady Gotham appear in the room staring at him disapprovingly and holding that ghost club she had used on Clockwork.

"I can explain, really! I was just joking with them!" He stood holding his hands up to smooth the situation, the green blob fell to the ground splashing against the Ouija Board with a loud splat. His chances of not get hit like Clockwork by Lady Gotham were becoming slimmer.

"WHO SAID THAT?!"

Shit, he hadn't used ghost speech but said that out loud.

[oddballwriter]

Stories

Summary: You tell the boys varying stories about your childhood and upbringing where you got hurt, in a comedic sense.

Warnings: Mentions of getting injured or hurt but nothing too major other than the mention of getting the wind knocked out of them, busting their lip, and getting scapes on their body. All of this is put in the context of the reader recounting the stories to the boys and laughing at how dumb they were.  

Author’s Snip: Some of the stories that the reader says/are mentioned are made up but a few are actually real stuff that happened to me. I will not tell you which were made up for the story and which were true.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count:

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @sergeant102105

You had, what the boys would call, an endless well of stories from when you were a kid.

Like the time you snuck in a bunch of bugs and put them in the lunch box of the kid that was picking on you during recess, knowing that he was terrified of bugs.

"It's fine. All his food was wrapped so it's not like any of it was contaminated. And he was a brat anyways.".

Or the time you straight up stood up a boy in the 7th grade who had asked you out to your school's winter break dance because you didn't like him and he wouldn't take no for an answer. You never even bought a ticket to the dance. To make it even funnier, you were moving over the winter break and changing schools as a result. So, you successfully ghosted him.

You even told them the time you skipped school on senior ditch day with your friends...

... you were all sophomores. And seemingly no one checked to see why neither of you were in your classes. Was that slightly concerning in hindsight? Yeah. But you all thought that you were soooo cool.

You seemingly had them all.

Even the story about how you got your first kiss was crazy. You played a weird game of truth-or-dare at a party where you had to have your eyes closed and let a random boy kiss you. You literally don't know who your first kiss was.

But the most insane ones was when it left a mark.

When Steven confessed to always wondering how you got the scar on your knee, he was not prepared for you to tell a story that sounded like a Jackass skit.

"Oh. It's actually really funny." you started out with.

"When me and my siblings were at the park down the street from our house we found an abandoned skateboard. We thought it would be fun to sit on it and ride it down a hill with pavement. I wanted to go first, so they let me. But neither of us were old enough to understand momentum and figured that when we got to the grass it would just stop," you explain. You could see that Steven already knew what was coming. But you continued.

"Here's the thing though, the thing that got me was actually the skateboard hitting a rock on the pavement that we didn't see from where we were. So I fell off and scraped the shit out of my knee on the way down." you reveal.

Steven had a clear cringing face from thinking about it.

"I was fine," you reassure him, "I had a bunch of scrapes on me and cried the whole way home but it was nothing rubbing alcohol and time couldn't fix," you say.

You also told Marc about the time you got the wind knocked out for the first time. Marc did ask, but he too wasn't ready for that story.

"I had a pair of rollerskates and this boy who lived in the neighborhood thought they were dumb and said that his bike was more practical. So I challenged him to a race from one end of the street to the other to settle it." you say. "I won," you add with a sense of pride. "But I made the mistake of turning around to taught him so I didn't see where I was going." you explain.

"So I crashed into a parked car and that's how it happened." you finish off with.

Marc looked at you in horror and gasped your name in concern.

"Don't worry I didn't break anything in my body or the car. I was wearing kneepads and a helmet. I just got the wind knocked out of me for a few seconds. I was able to get up and roll back." you wave off.

"Did you ever tell anyone?" Marc questions.

"No. My dad said that if I ever got hurt doing something stupid then he'd take them away." you say.

The only one amused by your stories was Jake who, according to him, got the lamer story behind a mark. The story of the dot on your bottom lip.

You set up the scenario, "I was five or something. My aunt was babysitting me and I wandered into my older cousin's room. He had one of those boxing dummies, the ones that topple and get right back up when you hit them.".

"Well, I was hitting it but I was so small that I couldn't really make it move. So I pushed it with my whole body. I had managed to get it to tilt a little and I was so excited that I got off of it. But I didn't back up enough so it hit me in the face and I busted my lip." you say and conclude.

Jake laughed and said, "I was half expecting you to have rough housed with your cousin and accidentally hit something when you first started.".

"We would but he'd obviously go easy on me." you mention and then have something cross your mind.

"I did get rug burn on my stomach one time as a kid because I was roughhousing with one of my siblings and they dragged me around on the carpet," you say.

Jake just laughed again and shook his head.

"What is it with you and just casually saying stuff like that?"

[theglamorousferal]

Persephone's Binding Part 5

AO3 Prompt Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Jason woke from a start to someone pounding on his bedroom door.

"Jason!" yelled the sing-song voice of the High Prince. Jason shoved his head back into the pillow and groaned.

"Come in!" He yelled after raising his head again. He swept the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his shoulders out.

Danny floated in, today he was in his other form, the one he showed the previous night. Unlike last night however, he was now wearing armor. studded leather armor stained black covered his torso, forearms and legs. Held around his shoulders with a stylized D clasp was a fabric cloak with black fur lining, the inside however looked like the fabric of reality. It was like staring into space when traveling with Kori, he looked away to not get too focused on it.

"So, did'ja sleep okay?" Danny asked flying in lazy circles around the chandelier near the ceiling.

"Like the dead." Jason deadpanned. He stood and made his way to where his usual clothes and armor were neatly folded, cleaned and mended. "We heading straight to spar, or do we have time for me to like, eat?" He took the pile of clothes and made his way to the bathroom, and kept the door cracked so he could hear Danny's response.

"We can grab breakfast burritos from the kitchen on our way to the training grounds."

"Okay, fine by me." Once dressed, Jason latched on all of his armor. He stomped out of the bathroom then gathered his helmet, which he held under his arm against his side. "Weapons allowed? And what kinds?"

Danny stopped circling the lighting and floated down to eye-level with Jason. He appraised him for a moment. "We'll start with hand-to-hand and see where you stand, we can move onto non-lethal weapons after that. I don't think Jazz would forgive me if we use projectiles against each other."

"Fair enough, lead the way." Through the corridors Jason was led once again.

"So Jazz mentioned you said the city you live in is cursed? What's that like?" He floated on his back facing Jason not seeming to need to pay attention to where he was going. The cloak billowed around him as if he were in water, galaxies rippling.

"Yeah, Gotham, home sweet home. It's a pretty messed up place. We've got quite a few rogues in out city, and then there are times outside threats come and try and mess with it. It's got the highest crime rate in the country, one of the rogues polluted the water with his special brand of insanity and now we have fish mutated to have a human death grin. That's not even counting the Lazarus Pit under the city."

"Lazarus Pit?"

"Yeah, bubbling glowing green liquid that heals those near death and kills those that are healthy. The Demon Brat's grandfather has one he's used to keep himself alive for 600 years. I was pushed into it when I was basically catatonic and came back with my mind and most of my previous injuries healed."

"Shit that sounds powerful. And another thing that could help in tracking down your dimension." He flew ahead to where a pair of yetis were looking over a scroll. He spoke to them for a moment before returning to Jason. "K that should help a bit more. So you mentioned something yesterday that I wasn't familiar, what's a meta-human?"

"Oh, they're probably called something different on your Earth. So it's people either born with the meta-gene or are powered due to their species or otherwise have extra-human powers. Like, my brother Duke is a meta because he has the meta-gene, but Superman is a meta because his species naturally has extra-human capabilities. Another hero, Beast Boy, got his powers from a lab somehow, he didn't give much details and I wouldn't share it anyway."

They went through a set of dark wooden doors and the delicious smell of chorizo floated past Jason's nose. In the kitchen was a woman who looked like the lunch ladies from school but floating, glowing, and with green skin.

"Hey Lunch Lady, how're those burritos coming?" Danny floated in, careful to stay away from anything cooking or on the counters.

"Oh hello dearie, I was just wrapping them up. I do wish you'd stay and eat a full meal." She said smiling at him. "Oh hello there, you must be the young man who appeared suddenly and set this castle into a tizzy. I hope you're doing alright?"

"Yes ma'am. I've been treated very well since I've arrived." He felt the need to be polite, she just seemed like a sweet grandma.

"Good good, now you two enjoy these and go play." She handed each of them a burrito wrapped in tin foil. They made their way out of the room.

"Jazz mentioned that originally the people studying ghosts thought they were all evil, but every ghost I've seen so far has been extremely kind and nice. What led them to think they were all evil?"

"Oh, don't be fooled, Lunch Lady gave me a run for my money several times. She was the first humanoid ghost I fought, she turned into a giant meat monster because my friend got the menu changed to vegan for a week. It was a whole thing." He rolled his hand. "And I mean, ghosts say 'Hi' by play-fighting. To be fair, I didn't know that at first either and it caused quite a bit of confusion. Once that bit was cleared up I was able to talk with my rogues and they backed off and made sure to keep the fights away from civilians."

"Right, Jazz mentioned you fighting ghosts. So you were a hero then?"

Danny sighs. "Yeah, once I started to gain control of my powers and defeated my first big ghost, I realized I could use my power to fight anything that came through the portal. I had the whole deal, villain of the week, a nemesis who later was redeemed and became a mentor, a cloning mishap, an evil alternate timeline, the whole shebang." He rolled his eyes. "I had the whole secret identity thing for a while too." He smirked.

"Oh, do you normally have a mask on when in one of your forms?"

Danny laughed. "No, no, just turns out face blindness is a common thing in my home town. Even though I'm literally just a palette swap, no one figured it out without me transforming in front of them." He turned serious for a moment. "The town found out in the last battle. It's been a bit of a learning curve for people to get used to." His tone turned bitter. "That the scrawny little Fenton kid could possibly be the town's hero? As if." He scoffed.

"Fenton? I thought your last name was Nightingale?" Jason asked. Danny froze mid-air with his eyes wide.

"Forget I said that, you weren't supposed to hear that. Do not mention it to Jazz." Danny's face was three inches from Jason's and glowing that horrible Lazarus green. He nodded.

"Will do, heard nothing, locked away." He made the motion of zipping his lips and tossing the key over his shoulder. Danny stared at him for a moment before nodding his head once and flying in the direction of a set of stairs ahead in the hallway. Jason jogged to catch up.

At the base of the stairs was what appeared to be a medieval training grounds with several paddocks, one paddock with obstacles for mount riding, one for racing, another had what seemed to be a military-grade obstacle course and yet another held a free-running course. Outside of the paddocks, there were several rings for dueling and weapon racks along the fences and an archery course along one side of the grounds. A green dome was above the entire field, presumably to keep projectiles from hitting passersby.

There were a few different mounts around. Some that looked to be unicorns but had sharp teeth like a predator, some had wings but similar teeth, all the horse-adjacent were colors from blue, to green, to black to purple. There was a large cat with long fangs and a pair of horns, it had a long fur coat that was patterned plum and lavender stripes sleeping in top of one of the lean-to's that held benches for resting. A mechanical horse with Egyptian regalia stood beneath it as it huffed not liking being ignored by the cat.

Jason whistled impressed. "Impressive grounds, reminds me of what I've heard of Themyscira." Activity began to stall at their approach, a tall black suit of armor with flaming purple hair came up to Danny.

"My liege, do you wish us to clear the grounds?"

"No Fright Knight, we are just going to use one of the sparring rings for a bit of the morning once we've finished breakfast."

"Very good." The knight nodded and then turned to the others scattered about the grounds. "Back at it you all!" Fright Knight went back to brushing his humungous black alicorn.

Danny directed them to one of the resting spots next to an empty ring. "Here, let's finish our breakfast and then did you wanna warm up?"

Jason sat and took a large bite as Danny was asking the question and thought for a moment before nodding and chewing. The chorizo burrito with egg, bell peppers and spinach was delicious. Once finished, he worked his way through his usual pre-patrol warm-up. He expected to go a few rounds before Danny was tired of playing with him.

Danny worked his way through some warm ups, stretching in ways even Dickie would flinch at, then made his way to the ring. Jason followed and they faced each other, and for the first time that morning, Danny's feet were firmly on the ground.

"So, best two out of three in hand-to-hand then we move onto weapons?" Danny suggested.

Jason considered for a moment. "Yeah, sounds good to me."

"Alright then," Danny smirked and got into position, "bring it on."

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Most embarassing/stupidest injury

Mal - she fell while attempting a parkour trick Jay has made deceptively easy and almost broke her tailbone. Jay will not let her live it down.

Evie - not an injury, precisely, but girlie took a noseful of hydrochloric acid. It DID make the brewing safety lesson her mother was halfheartedly attempting sink down.

Carlos - got too lost jn his own thoughts and walked into a pillar that wasn't there yesterday, really. Jane saw and insisted she takes him to the infirmary.

Jay - the Tremaines' cat scratched him senseless when he was trying to nick shiny things at the salon. He's since decided he dislikes cats.

Ben - bit through his lip when trying really hard to not laught and/or speak on royal council. I'm not taking criticism.

Audrey - oh she absolutely twisted her ankle when walking in absurdly high heels. Didn't deter her from wearing them again in the slightest.

Doug - went looking through Evie's stuff. Learned his lesson.

Jane - baby Jane helping her mother on school balls was bumped into a table pretty hard by a drunk prince, she bled and cried. Poor girl

Lonnie - Mushu bit her. He was trying to wake her up when babysitting and apparently she was sleeping really hard.

Uma - Harry's hook. It is very close to her at all times. She cut herself on it once when she was wildly gesturing. It was nothing bad, barely even bled, and Harry was more upset than she was.

Harry - there are WAY too many instances of "got distracted by how pretty Uma is and cut himself/walked into something/ tripped and fell". He will acknowledge none of them.

Gil - lost a bet with his brothers and had to do five squats holding Judge Frollo above his head. Dear Judge was not happy and managed to break Gil's nose while kicking-screaming. Gil did complete the dare, but Claudine was upset at him afterwards.

Harriet - CJ bit her. I don't think I need to explain that.

Ginny - kept touching stuff at the Apothecary and Maddy whacked her over the head with one of her porcelain dolls

Anthony - the cat. He thinks the cat hates him. Entirely unreasonable, if you ask him. Also, Ginny got way too loose when playing with poisons one time, and he had to be given an antidote in the Apothecary. Maddy yelled at him, he's still insulted.

Dizzy - she definitely burned herself on her hot-glue-gun.

Celia - she also touched Dizzy's hit-glue-gun. It was shiny. Other than that, there is a reason she gets a helmet when going into Hades' caves.

Freddie - got WAY too close to Ally's Wonderland contraptions. But hey, she didn't think an AK would have that bitey shit, she wouldn't get that close with anything the Hearts touched.

CJ - it'd be easier to name an injury this girl didn't give herself. But the most embarassing one, probably fucking with the Tremaines' dyes and ending up with half-burnt curles and blue-green dye all over her. It couldn't be washed out and it clashed with her colour scheme, she looked like a very angry christmas tree

[yanderes-galore]

Jason Todd (Arkham version) with the prompts 31 and 50 (both from rednsuch prompt list)? A scenario, of course. Maybe with reader being a hero working with Batman or a villain, whichever sounds more interesting to you!

Yay! More Jason Todd :) Sure! Idk if you wanted him as Arkham Knight or Red Hood so I just did Arkham Knight.

Prompts Found Here!

Yandere! Arkham! Jason Todd/Arkham Knight Prompts 31 + 50

"You must be remembering wrong."

"Fuck laws, you're mine and I'll do anything i can to let everyone know it."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Trauma, Kidnapping, Threats, Violence, Murder mention, Stalking, Angst, Branding mention, Obsession, Swearing.

You two should've been enemies. He, as the Arkham Knight, worked with Scarecrow. You, another poor lamb to Batman's slaughter, worked with the bat himself.

Oh you poor soul....

You're naive. You had a similar goal to him for the longest time, protect Gotham by preventing crime. You should know it's impossible...

Crime runs too thick in the blood of Gotham to be purged.

It was strange how much you mirrored his ambition. You were like him before this city tainted him. Before his mentor left him to die.

Batman is not the hero here, you aren't doing anyone any favors by staying with him. He wasn't sure why he liked you. Did he envy you and the other heroes taking his place?

Maybe he just wanted to hurt the old man even more?

Was that why he did everything he could, despite Scarecrow's wishes, to go toe to toe with you? To insult your loyalty? To defame Batman's legacy in front of you?

He found it funny how you jumped to defend him! Did he not tell you any of his failures? Especially not about Jason Todd?

No... because why would he?

You have no idea that Batman would sacrifice you if he needed to. You look so innocent when defending your mentor. He's not the good guy here, baby...

No one is.

He made it a goal to hit Batman where it hurts. You were the key to that. Just his type, too....

It was almost all a perfect mirror of that night. You tied to a chair in rope with the Arkham Knight standing over you. Just like Joker and little naive Jason Todd.

"Looks like the baby bird fell out of the tree..."

He taunts, circling your tied figure.

"He won't help you. That bat can't be trusted with shit."

"What makes you say that!? Why do you hate him so much!?"

"Why? Oh, you poor naive robin...."

He stops in front of you, staring at you through his visor.

"He isn't perfect like you think."

You struggle, gritting your teeth. Even that rebellion of yours... he used to be like that. Until he saw the truth....

"He's a hero!"

"You must be remembering wrong."

The Arkham Knight scoffs, leaning closer.

"He's a failure, just some guy in a mask, he thinks he's helping this city. He can't, you can't, he can't save anyone."

He chuckles to himself, tapping his helmet.

"I'm living proof, baby."

"Who do you think you are..."

"Someone meant to put the bat in his place."

He pulls away before you try anything. He was wearing some pretty high tech armor. You knew you couldn't take him down in your current situation unless you got the upper hand-

"Does the name 'Jason Todd' ring any bell?"

You pause your planning to stare at him in shock. That name sounded familiar.... Batman never liked bringing it up but you did hear of the... incident.

"Based on that expression, I suppose you have. It's adorable, by the way.... Both your expression and emotions are too cute."

"Cut it out. What do you know about him?"

"You'll never get this secret out to Batman but... I'm him."

"And I'm supposed to trust you?"

"Well, you trust Batman, do you not? What makes you think you can trust him?"

"Shut up...! What the hell do you want!?"

"Thought you'd never ask!"

Jason Todd, as you're supposed to believe, pulls another chair in front of your tied one. You could tell he was keeping you in a warehouse. Where exactly was unknown.

"You and me aren't too different. When I was younger, I acted the same to Batman. I'd defend him to the end. Then, I grew up. With the help of torture, death, and resurrection...."

He tightened his fist. You saw he was recalling a painful set of memories but could only sit back and listen. He did seem like the real deal... so Jason wasn't dead? He was now a criminal?

"Now I got this gig for Scarecrow after awhile. I met you and decided you were the key to my vengeance. I'm going to make Batman lose another...."

His helmet snaps up to you.

"Just like me, he'll lose you. Then I can watch him suffer. He'll always know he can't save me, or you...."

"You're going to kill me?"

"No...."

"Then what?"

There's a long pause before Jason continues.

"While we fought, while I tracked you down... our similarities struck with me. You could say, I fell for you. Maybe I got so obsessed with vengeance through you, I became obsessed with you. I'll just stage your death in the exact way I died. It gets the message across... and I get to keep you."

This... confession of his disturbed you. Made you sick, even.... What did he think this was? Some Enemies to Lovers trope? He wasn't even trustworthy....

"Hell no.... You'll get thrown in jail. This is against the law. Batman will-"

"Still on the hero schtick, huh?"

Jason stands up fast from his chair, towering over you.

"Fuck laws, you're mine and I'll do anything I can to let everyone know it."

He holds your chin up with a grip so tight you thought he'd break it. You struggle though he doesn't allow it. You thought he'd hurt you, hit you and beat you until you stop resisting, yet he doesn't.

He was either better than that or had self-control.

"Once he thinks he lost you, I'll brainwash you into joining my cause. Then he can see you and me, the two failures of his, taunting him. From this point on... everyone in Gotham will know you belong to me. There's nothing they can do about it. Hell, nothing YOU can do about it."

He huffs, removing his helmet in front of you. Your eyes widen at the 'J' scar on his face. He sees you look and only grins.

"Oh, don't worry..."

He holds your whole face and leans closer.

"By the time I'm done with you, you'll have a whole lot more than just a brand on that skin of yours."

[mikeysbabygirl]

Ken Wakui knew what he was doing when he said Rindou is the second best boyfriend in Tenjiku.

Hear me out, he's all sharp edges, scathing retorts and LITERALLY DISJOINTS PEOPLE'S BONES. But with you... Those sharp edges melt like chocolate during a hot summer day. Before you two started dating, he would throw giant parties, inviting a whole crowd just for the sake of having you in his living room. And from his DJ booth his eyes would not stop crawling back to you, you know just in case someone tries some funny things.

And when you start dating, well he doesn't need those parties anymore. Because you're there, in his bedroom, even, and he's making you listen to the mix he made thinking about you ( but you would never know that). And he stopped going to school, but the path to that highschool knew his feet each and everyday. And Rindou is a hothead, drinking the risk at its roots, but still makes sure you wear his helmet perfectly before taking you on a ride on his bike.

Rindou's the type of boyfriend to spend money like there's no tomorrow, but the only time of the year when he saves some in when your birthday's near, his best girl deserves the prettiest, shiniest, newest golden necklace around her neck.

Yes, Wakui, you're right, Rindou's such a good boyfrien-

-" Look at you, such a fuckin' slut f'me "

Oh... Yeah aha aha... 👉👈

Human's nature is a second skin, and maybe the rough edges were just covered underneath some cotton candy dreams. Because the night comes, the light leaves, and the purple eyes of Rindou turn indigo under the desire, seeing you in your lingerie all waiting on his bed. Shit, the door wasn't even locked, Ran could've walked in, any of his friend's could've walked in. This thought makes his blood boil.

-" you like it when I fuck you like this, don't you ?"

At some point, everything hurts, the ties around your wrists tying you to his bed, his hand squeezing around your throat, his relentless thrusts abusing your poor pussy like it owned him some money, but again, pain and pleasure come from the same root and you've lost count on how many times you've came around him.

-" Fucking answer me. " His hand around your throat tightened, making your mouth form a perfect O shape. " You like it when my cock's ruining this tight pussy ? "

-" Rin'... Don't... Please don't make me say it !"

Shame laced orgasms were waiting at your door, but he likes it, the idea of corrupting you, you in your short pink skirts and your perfect girl's next door reputation.

-" Oh yeah you do. Baby loves being stuffed like... Shit, like my pretty little whore "

Another harsh thrust of him would have you arching your back, and his other hand would pull your hair back to have you looking at him.

-" Keep those fucking addicting eyes o'mme. Fuck, babe. Can't ya see how this pussy's hugging me ? You're such a slut for me... Only me, yeah ?"

His hand squeezes tighter around your throat, bringing your attention back to him.

-" This " you cried as his finger tapped over your over stimulated cunt. "Sweet thing's only for daddy's cock, hm ?"

Animalistic thrusts, ragging breaths, soul devouring desire, all until you're coming undone under him, and your fucked up face is enough. He barely has the time to withdraw before his cum is all over your breasts, some even reaching the necklace wearing his name around your neck.

Rindou reaches for his phone on the nightstand, while his other finger shoves some of his seeds in your mouth, barely leaving you anytime to protest.

-" Smile f'me, lemme keep your pretty face for when I miss the fuckin' love o'mma life. "

Yes, yes Ken Wakui, you're right. Rindou is the perfect boyfriend.

Keeping the picture of his girlfriend, tied to his bed, coated in his cum, finger shoved deep in her mouth as a lock screen.

[kelcemenow]

Your Voice - Chapter 3.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1766

Warnings Pure fluff with some strong language.

This Anon request piqued my interest as I used to read a lot of Soulmate AU fanfiction ‘back in the day’ and I really liked this idea! AU’s give me so much creative freedom…and a chance to go back to college Travis!! Now, I wasn’t going to make this a series but as I was writing, I realised it is going to have to be as I had a great idea for it! I hope you enjoy! “Can I request a Travis k x soulmate au? pls 😩”

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

"Holy shit."

You closed your eyes and shook your head, placing your fingers on your temples. You were struggling to concentrate on studying as it was without your Soulmate chiming in. You opened your eyes and desperately tried to focus on the words in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt a kick from underneath the table. Looking up, your eyes landed on Chloe, who was sat across from you at the table, peering at you from over the top of her book.

"What's up?" She mouthed.

You shook your head and looked back to your textbook.

Another kick. This time, Chloe didn't say anything but instead, she jerked her head to the side towards the direction of the exit. You rolled your eyes and gathered your things, hastily placing them in your satchel. You made your excuses and left the library, stopping just outside of the door.

Chloe wasn't far behind you and as she caught up with you, she placed a hand on your arm, "You seem distracted. Let's get out of here."

"Honestly, I'm fine." You smiled meekly.

"Babe, I've just watched you stare at the same page for 45 minutes. I can't imagine Pastoral Literature is that exciting." She grasped at your hand, "Come on, it's a nice day. Let's go and sit in the quad."

You smiled and followed her lead, taking the short walk out to the grassed area in-between the campus buildings. There were a handful of other people around but you found a sunny yet secluded spot; a blanket of soft grass speckled with small daisies. As soon as you settled yourself with your elbows propping you up, Chloe shuffled closer.

"So, what's up with you?"

You sighed as your head titled backwards, your eyes aimed to the bright sky, "Honestly, I'm fine. It's just...I can't stop thinking about my Soulmate. I'd decided this morning that I was going to forget about him and just...give up."

Chloe frowned at you as she listened.

"But...every time I hear his voice, I just keep focusing on it. Just then, in the library, it sounded so clear...almost like he was stood behind me." Your forehead creased.

"And you have no idea who it could be?"

Your mouth twisted, "I almost thought I did. But it's stupid. It can't be him."

Chloe straightened up and her hands flew to her face, "Oh my God, tell me!"

"You know Travis?"

"Kelce?!" Her eyes widened and she left her mouth open, "Yes, he's hot, Y/N. If it's him, I'm going to be insanely jealous."

You laughed slightly, "Well, he walked me home last night, and I saw him this morning and he asked me if I wanted to sit with him for a coffee. I don't know, it's weird."

Chloe tilted her head, "Have you spoken to him much before now?"

"A little bit, but not really. We don't share a lot of classes and it's not like we hang out with the same people. But when I think about it, he's always nice to me, I suppose."

"That explains why his voice is muffled!" Chloe hissed.

You lowered your eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"Because he wears a helmet...and probably a mouthguard! That's why you could hardly hear him most times!"

You gasped a breath, "Oh my God, that makes sense. Chloe, you're a genius!"

Chloe flicked her hair, "Can I record you saying that so I can play it for my Biology professor?"

You breathed a laugh before looking down, "It sounds corny as shit, but my mind is telling me to stop looking, to stop trying to figure out who he is or even if it is Travis. That my time is better spent studying or whatever...but then as soon as I make that decision, my heart tells me to just go for it. To find Travis and just fucking kiss him."

Chloe's eyes were sparkling, blinking rapidly, "Oh, Y/N! Do it!"

"You're crazy. I can't. Besides he's got a girlfriend."

Chloe's shoulders slumped down as her fingers ran through the grass, "Well, this sucks."

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Your feet hit the pavement loudly as your pace sped into a jog. You quickly glanced at your watch before rolling your eyes, seeing that you were already 15 minutes late for your rehearsal. You could feel your face beginning to flush as your blood pumped quicker through your body, reminding you to focus on cardio a little more. Your eyes were staring at the grey concrete beneath you, rapidly repeating your dialogue to make sure you could remember it all when you suddenly collided with someone in front of you.

"Woah!"

You gasped as you looked up to see Javen, holding his hands up with raised eyebrows.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I'm running late and I just...I'm sorry."

Javen shook his head, "Hey, it's fine. Do what you gotta do."

You nodded and began to pass him but he called after you.

"Y/N, can I ask something?"

You turned your head over your shoulder, aware that this exchange was making you even more late than you already were.

"Sure." You said with a little more exasperation than you intended.

"What's with you and Travis?"

Your eyebrows narrowed with confusion, "Me and...Travis? Nothing."

Javen pressed his lips together, "I don't know man. He's been talking about you lately, asking questions and stuff."

Your breathing began to slow down and you chewed on your bottom lip, "I don't know why he would?"

"And then after we hung out, he broke up with Tiffany."

Your heart jumped for a second and you could feel a heat rise in your chest, "Really?"

Javen shrugged his shoulders, "Said he was sure she wasn't his Soulmate and that he was certain who was."

"Oh?"

"I just figured I'd see if there was anything going on with you two?"

You shook your head and your mouth dropped open as you tried to find the right words, "Uh...no. Nothing has been going on."

Javen shrugged again, letting his hands fall down to his sides, "Alright, fair play."

You smiled and continued on your journey, your mind whirring with even more uncertainty than before. As you walked, you felt the beginnings of light rainfall on your cheeks. You pulled your hood over your head and tucked your hair into your sweater, holding your satchel closer to you and shoving your free hand into your pocket. Travis' face kept flashing into your mind. His piercing eyes, his soft looking lips, his defined jawline. You took a deep breath and made your way into the rehearsal room, allowing all thoughts of Travis vanish from your head.

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You stared down at the script in your hands as you waited at the side of the stage. The only noises you could hear was the scene that was playing out in front of you. You had loved performing in plays and musicals since high school and joining the college society seemed like a good way to continue your hobby alongside your studies.

"Hey."

You heard a whisper behind you so you looked over your shoulder.

"I was thinking..."

Through the dimly lit wings you could just make out the chiselled features of the one person you were trying to forget about.

"Travis?! What the hell are you doing here? You hissed.

He quickly glanced around before he reached out and his hands ghosted over yours.

"I...I'm not sure." He breathed a laugh and smiled widely, "Well, that's not really true. I just wanted to see you."

Your eyes narrowed, "What...what is this about?"

"Go out with me?"

Your chest burned and your lips parted slowly, your breathing speeding up as you noticed that the action on stage has stopped. You whipped your head around to see everyone on stage looking at you.

"Y/N? This is your entrance." Mrs Rodriguez shouted from the front of the stage.

Your hands quickly fumbled with your script as you leaned slightly closer to Travis, "Meet me outside at 7."

He smiled and watched as you strode onto the stage, switching into your character immediately.

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You could hear that it was still raining as you approached the exit of the theatre. You prepared yourself by pulling your sweater hood over your head and pushed the door open to see Travis leaning against the stone steps, his back to you. The sound of the door made him spin around and he met your stare with creased eyes.

"Hey."

"Why did you wait out here in the rain?" You said with a small laugh.

He squinted his eyes, "Because...you told me to?"

You walked towards him, pulling him underneath a nearby tree before you wiped away some of the rain drops that were dotted on his forehead.

There was a silence before Travis suddenly told hold of your hands, "Listen, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing. But that's been true for the past couple of days." His eyes were frantically moving around, almost avoiding your gaze, "I've been doing a lot of thinking and earlier today, everything just suddenly made sense."

You closed the gap between you slightly and placed a gentle hand on your chest, "Travis, I think I know what you're going to say."

He looked down at your hand, "You do?"

You moistened your lips and looked up into his pale eyes, "Yeah. I think so...I hope so. And if I'm wrong, this is going to be really embarrassing-"

Without warning, Travis crashed his lips into yours. You were shocked at first, your eyes widening, but when his hands pulled you close to him so that your chests were pressed into each other, you melted into his hold. Your mouths moved across each other with ease and you parted your lips further to allow his tongue to make contact with yours.

The world around you seemed to fade away and the only thing you could feel was the occasional rain drop landing on your skin. You could hear all of your Soulmate's words echoing in your mind, everything you had ever heard him say repeating itself, only louder and much clearer this time. You could feel him smile into this kiss, and indication that he was experiencing the same thing.

You pulled away from the kiss, allowing your breathing to slow down as you held intense eye contact with Travis. His mouth moved into a smile and you could feel his strong hands gripping at your waist.

After a moment, Travis released his hold on you and began walking across the quad, "Come on, let's go and get that coffee."

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I fell into a little bit of writer's block with this last one. I've just put it down to being so busy lately and my mind being occupied elsewhere. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and this little mini series! I'll be carrying on with my requests list now so if you want to be added to my Taglist, just let me know!

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[iffeelscouldkill]

So how about an AU where Nicholas was still trained by Coach Joe, but never applied to King's Row, never got offered the scholarship - maybe he still fenced at Regionals and got his ass handed to him, but let's say it was by someone other than Seiji Katayama. (Maybe it was Kyle, lol).

Fast forward a few months and Aiden decides to slum it by hooking up with the cute guy bussing tables at the local café*. Which leads to...

"Hi - can I help you?" Harvard asked the scruffy guy hanging around outside the fencing salle.

The guy looked up, hands still shoved in his pockets, and his eyes widened - Harvard guessed the fencing whites did make for a bit of an imposing first impression, though he'd taken his helmet off at least. This guy didn't look like he'd met a comb in his life, and there was a recent bruise lingering around his jaw.

Still, the stranger quickly got over his surprise and brightened with a smile. "Oh, I'm looking for Aiden? He said to meet him here."

Harvard sighed inwardly, but not outwardly, because he was in Captain Mode and also because Aiden pulled this shit far too often for him to react any more. "He asked you to meet him here right now? At this time?"

The guy cast around, and Harvard realised he was looking for a clock when he pulled a scuffed flip phone out of his pocket to check the time. "Yeah, well technically five minutes ago. I took a wrong turn."

Harvard pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Did I... do something wrong?" the stranger ventured uncertainly.

Harvard breathed out and pasted on a smile. "No, no, you didn't. It's just that Aiden's a member of our fencing team, and he's supposed to be coming to practice right now but he's clearly planning to blow it off with you."

"Oh," Aiden's hookup (was that uncharitable? No, Aiden never met up with random guys except to hook up) replied. Harvard was expecting an awkward laugh or a grimace, or an excuse but instead the guy said, "Why would he do that? Fencing's great. And it looks like you guys have a really nice facility."

Harvard realised he was still standing in the open doorway with the fencing salle visible behind him. The other occupants were carrying on with drills under Coach's eagle eye, but the new reserve, Eugene, was throwing some curious glances in their direction.

Aiden still wasn't anywhere in sight (that was nothing new; he was late to everything, including hookups) and Harvard felt bad about telling the guy to go away. Especially since, ironically, he was taking more of an interest in fencing than Aiden had so far this year. Except when it let him rile up Seiji, their incredibly talented but uptight new team member.

"Do you... fence?" Harvard asked Aiden's hookup.

The guy scratched his head a little sheepishly. "I mean, not anywhere like this. I've been learning for a few months, though. Fencing's-"

Whatever fencing was (and judging by the light in this random guy's eyes, it was positive), Harvard never got to find out.

"Nico!" cried a voice, and both of them turned to take in Aiden striding along the hallway, his golden hair gleaming. He was not, of course, wearing his fencing uniform, but was dressed in dark skinny jeans and a collared shirt unbuttoned to his mid-chest. Aiden's hookup (Nico?) stared for a few moments, but he didn't seem as struck by the vision that was Aiden as most of the flings (and there had been... a lot) of Aiden's that Harvard had met. Instead, he turned back to look longingly again at the salle.

Huh.

"I'm ready to go now," Aiden said, draping an arm not around his fling's neck, but around Harvard's. "Hey, how are the new team members shaping up?"

Harvard directed his best uncompromising look in Aiden's direction. "You'd know if you came to practice."

"I'll be there next time, I promise," said Aiden, and he did such a good job of making it sound sincere. "But I have to keep the new recruits on their toes! You know it works."

It did, sort of, but Harvard wasn't sure that the benefits of having Aiden occasionally showing up to school overconfident newcomers (and oldcomers) were worth the terrible optics of his constant absence from everything. That, and he knew that Aiden showed up because it suited him, not to help anyone else in the team.

"Shall we?" Aiden said to probably-not-Nico, who roused himself from a daze. Harvard made a snap decision.

"No. Aiden, you're a part of the team, and that means you're coming to practice," he said, using the more authoritative tone he saved for when the team needed keeping in line (but rarely bothered to use on Aiden, who was impossible to keep in line).

Aiden stared at him, his cheeks faintly pink. Harvard was surprised at the display of self-consciousness from Aiden, but maybe he was having a moment. "Go and get changed."

"Uh, so should I-" the other guy asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.

Harvard turned to him. "What's your name?" he asked, justifiably sceptical about whether Aiden had got it right.

"Nicholas. Nicholas Cox," replied definitely-not-Nico, standing straighter. He held out a hand for Harvard to shake.

Harvard took it. "Harvard Lee, captain of the Kings Row fencing team. How would you like to come and spectate?"

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*we know Nicholas has a range of part-time jobs, so say this was one of them. Never mind that Aiden's type is much more likely to be a guy who can pay for things 😆

Now with part 2!

[amoebaforce]

How do you think some few characters (Hien, Yugiri, Gotsetsu, the twins maybe, or really whoever you think would have the most fun reaction I just want to know it isn't just me who thinks about this) would react to the WoL forgetting to take off or just not taking off the imperial armor after the quest where you get it in stormblood? Mayhaps due to comfort reasons or just being so used to changing armor often that the thought never crossed their mind that it was the Wrong Armor.

I swear this totally isn't exactly who you think this is and I'm totally not just wanting input from more people on this kinda thing (lying lmao)

ohh this definitely has comedy potential, anon... but also some angst potential, given all that uniform represents. here's some little blurbs for you <3

characters featured: Hien Rijin, Yugiri Mistwalker, Gosetsu Daiten tags: very light angst, this one is pretty spoiler free, gn!WoL

Hien stares for an improper amount of time, feeling his brow knit tighter with each passing moment. Is this a prank? Some kind of joke he's too out of touch to get? But as the seconds tick to minutes, the punchline never comes, and Hien clears his throat.

"Are you... going to change?" he asks, struggling to phrase the question eloquently. The WoL blinks at him.

"Change?" they repeat. Hien gestures to their breastplate. As their eyes follow suit, the Warrior blanches. "Oh, shit! Sorry, I wasn't even thinking-"

"No, no!" Hien blurts. "There is no rush, I just thought-"

They both pause, realizing they are each apologizing for imagined slights. Hien's pinched expression cracks first. A chuckle rumbles in his chest, and before he knows it, the two are laughing at themselves.

"Thanks for reminding me," the Warrior says sheepishly, already taking off their gauntlets.

Hien bobs his chin, feeling his posture slip just a tad looser. At least he wasn't the only one feeling a little clueless. "Of course."

***

Yugiri knows all too well the visceral discomfort of disguising oneself as an enemy -- so when she steps into the hallway after a long post-mission debrief to find the WoL still dressed in Imperial armor, the shinobi bristles.

"Why do you still wear it?" she demands.

Her tone leaves little room for speculation about what it is. The Warrior freezes, suddenly feeling as guilty as a child caught with their hand in the pantry, although they can't exactly explain why.

"I... forgot about it," they admit. Yugiri stiffens ever so slightly, and the WoL cringes. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

"I'm always changing armor," they add hurriedly. "After a while, it all starts to feel the same."

Yugiri's gaze slices up and down their body once more before she turns away, folding her arms.

"Perhaps. But it does not all look the same. You would be wise to remember that."

She disappears around the corner, quick and silent as a knife.

***

Gosetsu isn't the jumpy sort, but when a figure strides across the courtyard in that unmistakable metal plate, the old samurai finds his heart gripped in a swelling panic. His mind swims through a dozen questions at once. How can an Imperial soldier stalk these halls without kicking up a swarm of guards? Why aren't there any calls to arms ringing through the air? Are they under attack? Where is Hien? Then, just as his hand dips toward his sword, Gosetsu does a double take.

There are familiar weapons strapped to that soldier's back; there is a familiar set of eyes peaking out of their helmet. It is no enemy infiltrator, but the Warrior of Light themselves, still swathed in the armor they'd worn on their earlier mission. Gosetsu's skin prickles with relief.

"Ho there," he calls, willing his voice not to waver. The Warrior gives him a friendly wave, slowing to a stop.

"Hey, Gosetsu," they say cheerily. "What's up?"

The samurai cocks a brow. "I should ask you the very same! You might well give an old man a heart attack walking around like that."

The Warrior jolts as his words sink in, then scrambles to take off their helmet. An apology bubbles in their throat, but Gosetsu claps them on the shoulder before they can form it into coherent words. His laugh booms.

"Ah, but maybe it is good to keep old men on their toes, too!" he muses.

Then, Gosetsu turns and waltzes off, leaving the Warrior standing bewildered in the center of the courtyard.

[realityescapee01]

That One Time Stiles Decided to be Stupid

One-Shot | Steo | Stiles / Theo

-Do not get in a stranger's car-

One of the many "do-not-do" items on Stiles' list. Because it's stupid to do so. And dangerous. The stranger could be a serial killer.

But here he is, "in a stranger's car" because he's late for his first day at work.

But it was kinda hard to say no because the stranger looks good. Too good.

Stiles struggled with his tie and almost stumbled putting on his leather shoes. He grabbed a sandwich and bolted out his apartment. He ate on his way to the bus stop.

And he watched the bus just leave without him.

"Fuck!!! Fucker! Shit!" -Stiles dropped his sandwich, looked at his watch and the bus that just left.

He debated if he'd chase the bus to the next stop or just wait for the next bus... either way he's late.

But he decided to chase after the bus. And half way in, it proved it wasn't a good idea to do wearing leather shoes.

Stiles was catching his breath and feeling the oncoming blisters on his feet.

"Need a lift?"

A stranger, with muscular arms, a top a cool big bike, asked him.

"W-What?" -Stiles got distracted by the "guns".

"Do you need a ride?"

"Oh."

Me? Getting in a stranger's car? In this case, getting on a stranger's motorbike? Because I'm late? A hot stranger's motorbike? No-

"Y-Yeah." -Stiles just agreed.

"Well, hop on."

Stiles' brain said no no no, but his feet are already walking him towards the helmet, black pants, tank top clad stranger.

Stiles sat behind the stranger and held onto his shoulders.

"Uh-uh. That won't do. My waist is better."

"W-What?" -Stiles got distracted, again, by the stranger's scent this time. He smells so good.

"I said, if you don't want to fall off, hold onto my waist."

"Oh, okay then." -Stiles did. He wrapped his arms around the stranger's waist. And they started to drive off.

"Theo."

"What?"

"My name's Theo."

"Oh, alright. Theo-!!!"

Stiles' screamed as Theo sped off. Leaning down the big bike, making Stiles lean down onto his back too.

They were zipping through lanes and cars and Stiles was starting to regret getting on the bike. No matter how good what his hands were feeling.

Theo's waist is narrow. And he could feel Theo's toned sides and abs through the cottony soft tank top.

They're nearing a traffic stop and Stiles believed Theo would run it, but he didn't. They stopped and Stiles just noticed that he was holding his breath all this time. He came up to catch a breath.

"You okay, back there?" -Theo checked up on him.

"Y-Yeah. I'm good."

Stiles couldn't tell if Theo was laughing or something. The helmet tint is so dark.

"Care to tell me your name?"

"Stiles. I'm Stiles."

"Stiles... cute."

The traffic light is about to change and Stiles felt Theo revving up the big bike.

"Hold on tight, Stiles."

"What are you gonna do?!? Wait! wai-"

As the light turned green, Theo revved up and lifted the front tire. Making Stiles hold onto his chest just to not fall off.

Theo smiled to himself, he got Stiles' hands where he wants them.

He got the front tire down and continued driving. And he was pleased when Stiles didn't move his hands away from his chest.

Stiles felt Theo's pecs. And it was glorious. Stiles love pecs. He dare gave them a little squeeze. Just a teenie tiny very subtle squeeze which he hoped Theo didn't feel.

Theo stopped right in front Stiles work building.

"Here we are."

Stiles hopped off the bike then realized he didn't tell Theo where he's headed.

"How'd you know?"

Theo pointed at Stiles' ID.

"Oh... well, thanks." Stiles looked at his watch and he's just in time. "Gotta go!"

Theo just nodded and waved.

As Stiles boarded the elevator, he kept thinking of Theo.

He's curious what's under the shirt. And the helmet. He's thinking if the face matches the fit body.

The elevator dings and off he goes to his first day at work.

And being distracted is always not good especially in your first day.

"Thinking about that biker guy?"

"W-What?!?" Stiles was pulled out from daydreaming.

He looked up and saw an office mate. A very good-looking office mate.

"You are!" the guy laughed.

"Excuse me, who are you?!?" Stiles blushed.

The guy scoffed and leaned closer to Stiles.

"I felt that... your little squeeze of my chest."

"T-Theo?!?!?"

Theo just smiled. "Do you mind, hold onto this for me." Theo then sat his helmet on Stiles' desk.

Stiles has his mouth gaping. That is Theo.

And the face matches the body.

Stiles took the helmet and set it at the corner of his desk. Then a piece of paper fell out.

His name, a number, and then Theo's name.

Stiles smiled to himself...

He took out his phone, opened notes and crossed off:

-Do not get in/on a stranger's car/motorbike-

And then he scrolled a little more down the list...

-Do not have sex within the first day of meeting-

Stiles grinned at it because he's pretty sure he's gonna cross it off later.

-+-+-+ (complete) -+-+-

[ditzydreamsss]

Scu X Murder Drones au

because yes. shove my two obsessions ogether :D

-- Charlie and Condi are disassembly drones.

-- Grizzly and Bizly are worker drones.

-- Schlatt is a human.

-- Charlie's lights are greenish yellow. Some slime got into his system and it never got out.

-- Bizly used to get bullied because he has robot cat ears and tail.

-- That changed when Grizzly said "fuck it" and got affected with Absolute Power. The bullying stopped because there wasn't any anymore!

-- Oh and Grizzly also used to get bullied. Because he's the anime kid with the cat boy.

-- Bizly can fight if he needs to. Bizly and Grizzly just kinda go along with what the other is doing. Want to threaten that one homophobic bully? Sure!

-- Bizly actually hated Charlie when they first met. Charlie may or may not have killed Beewee, Bizly's (robot) dog beyond repair. Charlie felt really bad and tried to fix Beewee but failed. He made a lil glooper instead and gifted it to Bizly. They named it Slmccl.

-- Charlie's "assert dominance, talk later" kind of murder bot. Was. He got a lot better after meeting Grizzly and especially Bizly.

-- Condi's more quiet. He prefers to stay behind the scenes. Kind of like a second voice to Charlie. But he can and will find all your social media, search history, and everything else and mercilessly bully you on the internet then find you in your bed 3 am at night , wake you up by grabbing you and shooting up 300 feet in the air and break your fingers slowly and let you bleed out and finally kill you by the impact of the fall with absolutely no remorse if you say something bad and false about Charlie, or anyone else he loves. Like you can say Charlie's terrifying, insane even. But if you say that Charlie's puns are actually shit and insult him on the fact that he wears glasses, there will be trouble.

hyperfixation faded, it's all scu now. that won't stop me from finishing this

-- You know the light that freezes robots from ep6? Schlatt wears a helmet with ram horns and the horns can flash. He froze the council many times but never seriously damaged them. They're kind of at a stalemate.

I lied. I don't think I'm ever going to finish this rant so I'll just post it now :'D

[phantasmalnightmare]

Continued from thread

"Nah, I don't watch that much anime." He said, feeling self conscious all of a sudden. She was so shocked he'd never heard of Esper Ito-Chan before. He could tell she was very passionate about the anime as she described the various material it came in now days. Perhaps, it was bigger in her own country, but if it took place in Tokyo, it was doubtful. He was probably just living under a rock. He frowned at her next words, and gave her hand an awkward pat since it was easily accessible. "Who cares what's expected of you? Yeah, as a leader there are some sacrifices you make. But is it really that big of a deal if you watch anime on the side? Being in a gang is all about freedom."

Everything he'd heard about her family so far just sounded like the opposite of Toman. It sounded stuffy, micro managed, and like being in a cage, all in one. He'd made Toman to protect his friends' freedom and happiness, and yet they'd branched into one of the greatest gangs all the same. No need for cutting out all his enjoyment for life because of it. Though, he supposed he was too busy to watch anime most of the time now days. He had enjoyed it as a kid. His gang was worth giving it up though. Mikey stashed the helmet back into the compartment at the rear of his bike. A brow raised as he joined her, and they were waved through by the guards. Sonia really seemed to think that he was going to be bothered by whatever was behind those doors. He would show her, whatever it was, that it was no big deal to the Invincible Mikey. He wondered what it was, and his heart picked up speed in anticipation as she cracked open the doors. What would it be? Drugs, theft, perhaps torture? There was nothing noteworthy inside though. A bit confused, he followed the princess down the stairs. What was so bad about this place, he vaguely wondered, as he followed her to another set of stairs. There were no torture instruments or pools of blood. No shelf full of drugs. Only boobs… Wait boobs? Sonia had opened the next door, full of women in different stages of undress.

"O-oh this is what you meant." He felt his face flush, and he tried to look anywhere but inside the room. Shit, he did not want to go in there. He was the Toman leader though. Surely he could handle seeing some boobs. Mikey wasn't great with women in the first place though. His gang was full of nothing but men, and he'd always been too busy to date. The small bar felt hot, or maybe it was just him, as he walked in with the princess, uncharacteristically meek. He tried to avoid making eye contact with any of the women, which only made things worse. Instead his gaze would fall on their chests or lower still. Luckily, it seemed like they were all at least wearing panties. He thought he might die otherwise.

Manjiro was only half paying attention to their hurried conversation, and was only too pleased to find that Trixie was in a room off on her own. He practically ran out into the hallway after the princess in an attempt to get away. As they approached the hostess's room though, he wondered if it might be even worse. The gaudy homemade sign she had on her door was not a great start. At least she was dressed. That was something. The blonde took in the girl as she blathered on in English. She was pretty, but in an all too fake way. The way she was laughing without a care in the world when Satori was dead. His head hurt all of a sudden, and he felt that familiar pull of darkness that lived just beneath the surface. That's when Trixie addressed him, and he finally understood a part of the conversation. Babyface… so she knew that he was under age.

The darkness broke free. Gone was the carefree boy from moments before, that had blushed his way through a room full of women. His face was devoid of any emotion, aside from pure malice, as he stepped into the room. He didn't remember that he'd given Sonia the right to discipline Trixie, nor his proclamation that he wouldn't hit a woman. He sauntered up to the girl and grabbed her by collar of her shirt, lifting her easily off the ground despite his smaller frame.

He heard choking sounds, but didn't seem to be concerned in the slightest. "You knew he was underage… You bitch. Why would you give a middle schooler a gun? Satori is dead because of you… So you should be dead too." His tone was as if he were talking to an insect and not a human being.

[foggysirens]

ao3 masterlist

hello friends! finally figured it was time to compile all my fics together over here on tumblr for easy access!

as of now, everything i've written is star wars/dinluke, but if that changes in the future you'll see that updated here!

oneshots

lost to you (4.3k, T)

“I didn’t think I’d ever step foot back onto Tatooine again.” Din spins around, blaster drawn. His grip on the gun falters when he sees who’s standing behind him. “Skywalker?”

sharp dressed man (3.7k, T)

“Okay,” he says, pushing open the door of the changing room as he tightens the tie around his neck and smoothes out an errant wrinkle from the front of his shirt. “How do I look?” He hopes that this will be the winning look. It’s definitely the only one he’s liked so far, the only one he can see himself buying and actually wearing afterwards. Bo-Katan just needs to agree, or else Din will end up sitting next to a co-council that’s plotting to set his wardrobe on fire. “A bit like my uncle if I’m being honest,” replies a voice that is decidedly not Bo-Katan’s.

all of this turbulence (wasn't forecasted) (5.6k, T)

Luke Skywalker always wanted to be a pilot. He never got to be.

no language left to say it (4.9k, T)

“What is that?” “What is what?” Leia points a finger at him, “That thing on your head!” Confusion blooms for a second before realization sinks in, “Oh! My braid?” - In where Luke grows a Padawan braid and there are a lot of thoughts about it.

sprinkling stardust (10.1k, T)

There was nothing in the world that Luke was more sure of than he was about Din Djarin. Din's son? Not so much. - Or, the one where Luke realizes that dating a guy with a kid can be hard. Especially when the aforementioned kid doesn't seem to like you.

a moment in the sun (10k, T)

“Let me get this right,” Din says slowly. “You’re telling me that we have to captain one of the company baseball teams together and prove that we’re a good couple, or your uncle is going to fire you?” “Pretty much.” - Or, the one where Luke comes to figure out what he wants most out of life, all to the tune of intermediate corporate baseball.

get there fast (and then we'll take it slow) (11.3k, T)

The first thought that crosses Luke’s mind about the man in front of him is that, ‘his eyes are stunning’. His second thought is a loud and resounding, ‘shit’. - Or, the one where Luke is forced to retire early, copes by flying across the country to visit his sister, and falls head over heels for the handsome stranger that he got caught staring at in the airport.

après nous, le déluge (20k, M)

A year after a less than favourable meeting, Mand'alor Din Djarin is once again face to face with the man that everyone around him seems to think he despises. If only they knew the truth. - Or, the one where finding love as the ruler of an entire planet is hard, but keeping it a secret is harder.

all for freedom and for pleasure (9.4k, T)

“It was you.” The words fall from Luke’s lips before he can stop them. The Mandalorian freezes, helmeted gaze turning to focus on him. “The Force was leading me to you.” - Or, in an act of desperation, the Rebellion seeks out help from a rather unlikely source, leaving Luke unsure of how to feel about the new arrival to Echo Base, but unable to deny that the Force works in mysterious ways.

called for you everywhere (20k, T)

Din’s done well for himself, all things considered. Living under the nose of the Empire, hiding in plain sight. Surviving. Not bad for a former Jedi. - Or, in the aftermath of Order 66, former Jedi apprentice Din Djarin spends his days trying to track down a lost piece of his past. What he finds, however, is far more than he was expecting.

kiss me once again (15.6k, T)

Seventy years. Din Djarin lost seventy years of his life and only has memories of ghosts to show for it. Until the man on the bridge, that is. - Or, the one where Din is Captain America and Luke is the Winter Soldier and it's just about as tragic as you'd expect.

you're the cigarette (and i'm the smoker) (2.5k, T)

He reaches over toward his lover's side of the bed, but instead of warm skin, his hand falls flat against cold, rumpled sheets. Luke blinks up at the ceiling, twisting his fingers around the empty bedding. - Or, Luke and Din share a late-night smoke.

specific taste (5k, M)

“What’s your name?” the Mandalorian asks again. Luke pauses. This could be it. He could tell this mysterious and sexy stranger his name and risk getting recognized, or he could do what he came here to do in the first place. “Marc,” he says. “My name is Marc.” - Or, the one where Luke just wants one night to be anyone else at all.

boys workin' on empty (9.3k, T)

“Do you like it?” Luke couldn’t help but ask as he walked backwards and hopped up onto the crate, tired of standing on his feet. "Driving, I mean." Din glanced at him over his shoulder, something flashing across his face that Luke wasn’t able to decipher before he looked away again. “I don’t mind it. It’s quiet for the most part. Decent hours and I’m always home for supper.” “Must be nice.” “If you like that sort of thing.” “I do.” - Or, the one where Luke works retail and Din is the dashing delivery driver that he can't seem to get out of his mind.

i'll be gone (in a day or two) (15k, M)

Before it all, Luke Skywalker had been a teacher. - Or, the one where the dead outnumber the living, but Din and Luke still end up finding each other anyway.

my love is mine, all mine (2.5k, T)

Going months without Din was like getting rain on Tatooine. Unfathomable. - Or, Luke returns home.

shake this frost off of my bones (5.4k, T)

“Eager to get rid of me?” “You’re not eager to go?” Luke raises an eyebrow. “Out here all alone on a stranger's farm? Someone else in your shoes might say they’re in trouble.” Din hums, “You don’t seem like the trouble type, Mr. Skywalker.” Luke winks, “Well, I’m glad one of us thinks so, Mr. Djarin.” - Or, Luke is a farmer and Din has car troubles.

a misfit and a mess (14.9k, T)

Din Djarin has been playing Dungeons and Dragons professionally for nearly ten years. He's never shared a table with someone quite like Luke Skywalker before. - Or, the one where sometimes the best way to discover real love is to find it in a fantasy world first.

true blue (5k, T)

“How do you just keep getting better with age?” Luke admires aloud, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to Din’s chin. “You look so good. It’s infuriating.” “You’re one to talk,” Din grumbles between more kisses. “Can’t even see the sliver in your hair it’s so blond.” Luke pulls away, blinking. “What?” - Or, the one where Luke doesn't handle growing older as well as he thought he would.

you're going to die here, you know (13.4k, M)

There’s a grit under Luke’s nails that won’t go away.

chaptered fics

dumb, beautiful boy (18.1k, T, Completed)

There's a point in which Din thinks anyone else would just stop, let themselves stumble, maybe trip a little gracelessly and admit defeat. But Luke keeps going. He tries to continue his jog, but he’s lost most of his momentum and his legs are off-balanced. Luke starts to pitch forward and Din only manages to take one step towards him before Luke tumbles to the ground; landing on his stomach, arms sprawled in front of him. - Or, the five times Luke fell and the one time Din caught him.

somewhere only we know (63k, T, Ongoing)

Scanning the paper, Din's eyes fall onto a listing that he had somehow missed. Right at the bottom of the page, in smudged black ink, is a listing from the natural history museum looking for a new nighttime security guard. Now that was an interesting thought. - Or, Din is a struggling single father who becomes the natural history museum's new night guard. He's not expecting much out of the job other than a steady paycheque, but when the sun goes down and the exhibits start to come to life, Din needs to find a way to keep everything under control. A task easier said than done, especially when there's a certain Medieval knight who won't leave him alone.

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

Hi, thanks for answering my ask, If it's not too hard can you tell me your race head canons for all the Mercs?

You're the best.

Engie: BLACK. He is not white. no. no don't look at the game. or the comics. or anything else related to engineer tf2. you cannot see that man at night. he's too much of a southern-black-mother-haver to be white. who cares about his dad, his MOM was BLACK. Polite, mildly violent when he needs to be, intelligent? His momma not white you can't change me.

Soldier: Native/Black. Mother Inuit and father African, OG last name Domoraud, got shortened to Doe through Immigration; OG first name was Amaqjuaq, but his parents had to choose a name on the spot. He has many identity issues, don't ask. Never takes off his helmet 'cause he doesn't like his monolids.Very touchy about the subject of race because where he lived was probably nearly as bad as Texas in terms of racism, feels he needs to devote every waking second to America or else he doesn't belong there. Yeah. He needs a bit of help. Has a weird accent but he hides it pretty well. Wow I rambled there...

Spy: Black/asian. Wow I really just dipped Tf2 into charcoal, didn't I? Didn't realize how many of them I Poc-ified until I put it down on paper. His mom was an asian woman, very stern, but she had a soft spot for her gender-weird kid. Dad was a black man, sweetheart, but he wasn't good at caring for people. Mother was a ballet star and taught him, he fucking mastered it. Broke his hip and disabled himself for life, but mastered it. Somehow he dramatizes it even more that it already was, and what actually happened was already halfway out a soap opera.

Sniper: Native. Māroi biological and Aboriginal Aussie Adoptive. He's Native on top of Native. Family spoke Antakarinya at home and he taught himself Māroi. Like Soldier, he has identity issues because languages and cultures get jumbled up in his head sometimes. Hates getting told he can't participate in Aboriginal activities because he isn't actually related to his parents. "BITCH? I WAS RAISED DOING THIS SHIT?" Is very passionate about his culture, especially his Antakarinya, because that is a language two breaths from death.

Scout: Black/white. LIGHTSKIN. CHEERIO-LOOKIN' MOTHERFUCKER. LITTLE E-FUCK-FEMBOY ASS. Soon as he pull out that fried chicken he's in a chick's panties. No explanation because you don't need one.

Pyro: Black. Heavy Nigerian accent, even when their speech isn't muffled people can barely understand them at times. Doesn't have the best english pronunciation, but their voice is jacked up anyways, so it doesn't matter. Fluent in American and British ASL despite this. Big person, bigger heart. 6'7'' 265 LB person with a voice deep enough to hit the Earth's core skipping around in Kidcore Aesthetic™️ and putting stickers on everything.

Demo: Black. we all know buddy. Although I feel like the Scottish are so on a different plane of being that they should be their own race. Black/Scottish. Very smart and has multiple degrees in chemistry and he drinks so much his blood has turned into pure alcohol. Scottish behavior. He wears kilts often, but sadly wears pants under his most times because they're. yknow. on a battle ground. But I think it's a shame. Can you tell I am getting tired.

Medic: I don't fuckin know. German. His race is Germany. The whole country. You ask him his race because his skin is very swarthy so you can't tell whether he's a really tan white guy or a weirdly light black guy. He's a pacific islander/white mix, but he actually barely knows. He'll remember his mother was Polynesian and go Oh. I forgor [Insert skull emoji and a facebook minion meme about mortality}.

Heavy: Black/white mix. He got his mother's beauty marks and his dad's bulkiness. Weird genes, very light but he has very pronounced black facial features. Big nose, big lips, high cheekbones. He gets asked if he's albino more than you would think. People actually don't expect him to have such a heavy Siberian accent because you expect white Vodka twink or white vodka dad that sneezes real fucking hard to have that much of a accent, not the guy that looks like he came out of a Nella Larsen book.

OH MY FUCK I'M DONE.