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Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe do a reader comfort for the readers family forgetting their birthday/just a bad birthday in general? Comfort from the boys. Either romantic or platonic, I don't care much. Thank you!
Yup! My birthday was a while ago (early May) but none of my friends showed up to the party. So I have the FUEL to write this with. I’m very sorry if this has happened to anybody else. I will shower you all in love <33
Tw: forgotten birthdays (but you knew that didn’t you?)
Rise boys x Forgotten Birthday s/o
Leo
He showed up at your window with pizza
Very discreetly /s asked for the name’s, identity’s, and locations of all your oppressors I mean people that upset you
He just wants to talk
“Off topic but how do you think they’d react to a green teenager with an ōdachi?”
“Uhhhh??”
“No reason.”
“UHHH?!”
Gives you his gift
Movie night!
Yes it’s Jupiter Jim stop acting so shocked
Raph
Showed up at your window the moment you called
Hug time
No seriously
It’s HUG time
Almost broke your back
Gives you his gift that he’s had since last month
Because HE loves you
Goes out of his way to do nice things for you for like the next month
He did that anyway
But now he has a MISSION to make you feel okay
Donnie
This is the day you found out that the lab has a party mode
Gives you his gift the moment you walk in the door
Sits there awaiting positive feedback
Why yes it IS of his own design thank you so much for noticing!
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N being clingy
Neither of them like you being upset :[
Looking over his shoulder to see him marking in a birthday celebration for next year on his phone
It was labelled “S/O BIRTHDAY. IMPORTANT.”
Him letting you control the party mode playlist
And ofc, eating pizza! outside the lab don’t get his tech greasy for the love of god
Mikey
WHAT
LET ME AT EM
ITS CIRCLED 5 TIMES ON HIS CALENDAR
ACTIVATE DR FESTIVE!
OPERATION HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Brings you an entire birthday cake
Brings you to an arcade or wherever else you’d perhaps want to go
Hidden city Cotten Candy
You were not aware that bug flavoured Cotten Candy was a thing
You guys stay out till midnight, just having fun
I just got the notification for 100 reblogs- THANKS GUYS <3333
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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞 (𝐚𝐝𝐣) - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨���𝐞𝐧, 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜➩ 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➩ 𝘈 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘈𝘜 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 [𝘧/𝘯] 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ➩ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐠. 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐭.𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢, 𝐤.𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮, 𝐬. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨 (𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩), 𝐤. 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢, 𝐤. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮, 𝐢. 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢, 𝐡. 𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢
➩ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝟏𝟖+
𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴
Another sigh escaped the girl’s lips as she glanced down at the amount she needed to pay or else their electricity would be cut off. Staring at the bolded red numbers in dismay, she mentally crunched the numbers in her head -trying to see if she had enough tuition money for the upcoming spring semester.
“Morning Ne-san!” Muichirou cheered, placing a kiss against his older sister’s head. She smiled returning the gesture.
“Sleep well Mui-kun?” she asked, folding the documents in half before hiding them under her plate.
“Yup!” he responded, popping the p, while rummaging through the cabinets for his favorite cereal.
“Are you going grocery shopping today? Can you pick up some more Cinnamon Toast Crunch for me?”
“Sure, text me if Yui-kun needs anything too! I’m off for work.” placing her dishes in the sink, she placed a swift kiss against Muichirou’s forehead before making her way out the door.
Completely forgetting about the bills she was hiding, Muichirou reached over to look at the folded documents. A frown tugging at his lips at the brightly stamped letters at the top of every page.
“What’s that?” Yuichirou asked, stealing a couple bites from his twin’s bowl of cereal.
“Do you think we should get a job?”
“What? Where did that come from all of a sudden?” Yuichiro asked, his mouth full of cereal.
Muichirou ignored his brother’s bad table manners and showed him the stack of bills in his hands.
“What the fuck?”
The pillars sat in comfortable silence among each other as they waited for the last members to arrive for their meeting. They were currently seated in a coffee shop that one of Giyuu’s old mentors owned, waiting for Rengoku and Uzui to show up.
All eyes glanced towards the door at the sound of the bell ringing. Their eyes came across a petite girl with long brown hair and light blue eyes.
“Sorry I’m late!” she called out, sliding her apron on as she made her way behind the counter.
“She’s so cute!” Mitsuri exclaimed, her eyes continuing to watch the girl as she worked behind the counter.
“She’s got a lovely smile.” Shinobu added on, resting her chin on her hand.
“[f/n] can you take those customer’s orders?” Eiji, the store manager, asked as he gestured towards the now 8 people who were seated.
“Sure!”
She smiled making her way over to the 8 with a pen and notebook in hand. “Are you guys ready to order?”
“What do you recommend?” Rengoku asked, his eyes never leaving the menu. Making her way towards the male, she leaned down to point out their most popular drinks and pastries.
Rengoku couldn’t help but lean closer to the girl as her strawberry scented shampoo wafted up his nose. She smells nice.
“Okay, I’ll have the House Coffee with a slice of Strawberry Short Cake.” he ordered, folding his menu neatly before handing it to the girl.
As she wrote the order, Uzui couldn’t help but admire the girl’s side profile. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say the girl was a model.
After taking each person’s orders, she headed back to the kitchen to start preparing the various beverages and pastries.
“Can I get you guys anything else?” she smiled sweetly at the 8 of them as she finished handing them their orders.
“I think we’re good here.” Shinobu answered, “Thank you very much.” she smiled, slipping a $50 bill in the girl’s apron.
“Just let me know if you guys need anything else.”
Just as she was about to leave, Sanemi’s elbow accidentally nudged Giyuu’s arm. The contents of his cup splashing onto the girl.
She dropped the server plate from the pain as the hot contents of his mug spilled all over her bare legs.
“P-please excuse me.” she whimpered, making her way towards the employee break room. Not giving Giyuu a chance to apologize.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to dab at her now blistering skin. She tried her best to stop herself from screaming out in pain by biting her lip.
“Here let me help.” Shinobu was gentle when taking the damp wash cloth out of the girl’s hand. Carefully, she dabbed at the blistered skin to clean the remaining splotches of coffee off.
Rummaging through the first aid kit, she applied the burn cream before wrapping her legs with some bandages.
Shinobu couldn’t help, but admire how smooth her legs felt beneath her touch.
“Thank you.” the girl sniffled, using the back of her hand to wipe her tear stained face.
“My friend is really sorry for what happened, and if you’d like, he really wants to make it up to you.” Shinobu explained, taking her hands into her own as a sign of comfort.
“It’s okay, he doesn’t need to make it up to me. It was an accident.”
“I insist sweetie, he feels terrible about what happened and he’ll only feel better about it if you let him treat you out.”
“Okay.”
Giyuu stayed at the coffee shop until your shift was over. Despite the meeting ending hours ago, he opted to stay at the coffee shop to make sure that you were alright for the remainder of your shift.
“Ready to go?” he asked, once you came out of the break room with your regular clothes on.
“Yes! Are you sure you’re not busy? You don’t need to treat me out, I know what happened was an accident.”
There was a small blush on your face as he wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the door.
“Yes.”
“Woah,” you breathed out, upon entering the building. “Are you going to grab something from your room or something?” you asked, still marveling at the hotel lobby decorations.
“No. There’s a restaurant on the top floor, we’re going to eat there.” he murmured, sliding his personal card to access the VIP elevator. Too distracted by her surroundings, she failed to realize that this is one of the resorts Giyuu owned.
“Ah Tomioka-sama, table for two?” the hostess greeted once they entered the waiting room.
“Yes please.”
“The usual spot?” she asked while grabbing the menus.
“Yes.”
“I know you said you wanted to treat me out, but this place is kind of over the top you know? I’d be fine with just some street food.” she shyly fidgeted in her seat, feeling slightly out of place in the high class restaurant.
“After what I did to you, you deserve it.” he answered, placing his hand on top of hers as a sign of comfort. “Again, I’m really sorry about earlier.”
“It’s okay, it’s not the first time it’s happened.”
Giyuu was slightly taken back by the gentleness of her smile. There was no doubt about it. She was someone who smiled to make others feel better about themselves, even if she was hurting inside. He admired that.
“Tell me about yourself.” Giyuu asked, while the two of you waited for your orders.
“Theres not that much to know… I’m 18, I go to the University of Tokyo, and I have 2 younger twin brothers who are my world.”
His own lips curved into a smile at the bright smile that had appeared on her face once she mentioned her brothers.
“And your parents? What do they do for a living?”
“Oh, my parents died in a plane crash when I was still in high school.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, it must be rough balancing school and work while trying to support your family.”
“It does get a little rough sometimes,” her voice was soft and there was a melancholy look in her eyes, “But if my parents taught me anything it was to, ‘Never give up, even when its hard and you feel like crying keep going. Good things always lie ahead’.
"Your parents must have been very wise.” Giyuu chuckled, thanking the waiter for their food.
“They were.” she smiled, reminiscing in the thought of her parents, “Do you eat here often? The staff here seem to recognize you very well.”
“Yes I do, I eat here with the others if they want to eat dinner while we have our meetings.” he explained.
“Oh, I see. If you don’t mind me asking what do you do for a living?”
“I own various water park resorts all over the world.” he answered, taking a bite out of his steak like his job was the most simple thing in the world.
Her fork fell out of her hand, clattering against her plate.
“So even, this one? The hotel we’re eating in right now?”
“Yes, I’m surprised you didn’t recognize any of us at the cafe.” he continued to chew away at the steak, marveling at how tender the meat was.
“I can’t believe I’m eating lunch with a Pillar.” she blushed, flustered at the fact that she had no idea who he was. “You guys were dressed more casual than the magazines I’ve seen you in.”
“We don’t dress like that all the time.” he smiled, dabbing the sides of his lips with the napkin. “Now that you understand who we are, I have a proposition for you.”
Not being able to muster up any kind of response, she simply nodded her head.
“There’s no doubt that each Pillar at that meeting fell in love with that charming personality of yours, myself included. And I think I have a solution for your financial needs and our personal ones.”
“Which is?”
“Do you know what a Sugar Baby is?
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1
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7 Minutes in Heaven- Gojo Satoru
featuring:- Gojo Satoru x fem!reader, Shoko, Utahime, Geto, Nanami
tags:- fluff, y/n and gojo being absolute lovesick idiots, dumb and cringy pickup lines, kisses
a/n:- again, i apologise for the cringe but your wishes have been fulfilled. i swear, next time it REALLY will be angst. Also this was based of a req i got on my main haha
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Shoko and Utahime were dragged by you into a nearby room, the door shutting behind them forcefully. “Guys you can’t literally be serious.” You exclaimed. Shoko yawned as she said, “It’s literally just a game, [Y/N]. Relax, you’re getting all worked up for nothing.” You looked at her in sheer disbelief as you whisper-shouted “But he’s here too! What if we- god forbid- get paired?” Utahime chuckled at your nervousness as she put an arm around your shoulder and said, “Well, that’s a great opportunity for you, isn’t it? I mean, no offence [Y/N, you’re my best friend and I love you, but you are driving me crazy with all your rambling about Gojo. Like, I get it, you like him, please go and confess.” She sighed. You were about to retort with a denial before a series of soft knocks sounded on the door. “Are you guys there? We’re waiting, if you’re ready.” Geto’s ever-calm voice came from the other side of the door. Shoko immediately responded with a “Yup, just [Y/N] being silly.”
The room to be used for the game had been appropriately darkened and set up. Nanami was working on the chits they’d used to select the two people for 7 minutes in heaven when they re-entered the living room. You released your breath in relief. Nanami was the most trustworthy in the group, and there was definitely no chance of rigging the chits. You know that if it was anyone else, probably all the chits would be filled with your and Gojo’s name.
Yeah, you have no idea how it even came about in the first place, but you had developed a terrible crush on one of your best friends, Gojo Satoru. Every moment you spent with him casually just made it worsen, as you noticed more and more things about him- the small twinkle in his eyes when he was up to some mischief, the assured self-confidence in his grin, the way his demeanor softened a bit on seeing all of you, and so much more. Even worse for you, you believed that he would never reciprocate, leading you to rant about it to your best friends, lovesick. (To the point that they consulted Geto and Nanami about it without your knowledge, only to find that those two were facing the exact same problem. Safe to say, Nanami was even more pissed than usual by Gojo.)
You’re brought back to the present from your daydreams by Geto calling out, “Hey, could you and Gojo please get the timer and some snacks from the storeroom? It’s gonna be a while.” You swallowed a bit as you nodded, “Yeah sure.” ,walking towards the said location with Satoru close behind you.
It took the both of you some time to find the timer, which had been buried in some box somewhere, and you couldn’t help but feel that it was on purpose. By the time you two came back, the others were ready with the chits and waiting impatiently for you. “Took you long enough.” Utahime grumbled as she grabbed the snacks from you without bothering to ask nicely, passing over some packets to the others. There was only one bowl with all your names, ‘to make it more interesting’.
The chips and cakes and drinks were passed around as Nanami drew the first two chits- Him and Geto. He shrugged as if bored already, as he followed Geto into the designated room. From beside you, Gojo groaned that this was a waste of time because absolutely nothing would happen between those two, as he impatiently tapped his foot- another thing you’d noticed about him. To while away the seven minutes, you put on some of your favorite songs, the others beside you perking up as they recognised their all time favorite artist. (im listening to taylor rn lmao) At the end of the time, you guys noiselessly padded over the carpets and barged into the room to find both of them- asleep.
You merely deadpan at the sight while Satoru instantly ran over to Nanamin and grabbed his arm to pull him up, the said man spewing a string of curses at the sudden disturbance, Shoko doing the same with Geto. Then Nanami pulled the next two chits, and your heart sinked as he first called out your name then, “..Geto?”
Everyone at the table simultaneously frowned as Geto leaned over to look at the chit. “...That’s literally Gojo in my cursive handwriting.” Frowning, you grab the chit from Nanamin to confirm, and indeed it was Gojo’s name written on it. Geto leaned back in his chair, unimpressed at his friends’ inability to read his writing, while you weren’t sure whether to be happy or upset that you’d be locked in a room with your long-time crush.
“Well, let’s go now, the seven minutes are ticking away!” Satoru laughs as he pulls you gently into the designated room by the wrist. Utahime and Geto cheerfully call out “Good luck!” and you swear you can see everyone sigh with relief.
You take a deep breath and walk through the door Satoru is chivalrously holding open for you with a grin, and Satoru follows as the door is locked from outside. But just a moment later, he trips and falls. He quickly gets up though, as he looks at you and says, “Hey, do you have a bandaid? Cause I scraped my knee falling for you.”
You blink at him, once, twice, till you start laughing. He pouts, upset. “That’s so rude of you [N/N]!” You respond with “You should tie your shoelaces- I don’t want you falling for anyone else.” Now its Satoru’s turn to be flabbergasted, and you’re sure both your friends would be highly disappointed with your cringy as hell pick-up lines, but hey, atleast you’re not nervous anymore. “You don’t need to worry, cause I was enchanted to meet you. Still am, by the way.”
Your smile turns sad as the reality of the situation sinks in. Satoru was probably just using these to while away the time, and the fact that you really were in love with him didn’t help. “Satoru, I think we should stop now, because it hurts to know that you don’t really mean any of this.” “But I do!” Satoru protested vehemently. You turned away from him to face the wall. “Stop joking, please. Fine, I’ll admit it. I really like you Toru, and I wanna be more than just friends with you but I know you don’t feel the same. Still, its not nice of you to play with my heart like that.”
A beat of silence, then another, and suddenly you’re scared that you’ve ruined everything that was between you- friendship or more.
And then you feel Satoru hugging you from behind, as you freeze up. You think you might just malfunction, because the Gojo Satoru just kissed you on the cheek with a lopsided smile. “Now now, who gave you the impression that I didn’t like you back? If anything, I thought that my feelings weren’t returned.”
You spin around in his embrace, shocked. Mistake, you realise, because your faces are so close to each other now, that if either of you leant forward a bit, you’d be kissing. “Are you being serious right now?” You whisper. “For once, yes, I’m being dead serious. But since we both like each other, can we just skip the formalities and kiss? Because right now, you’re the one torturing me with this proximity.” Satoru replies back, fully serious, and it makes you laugh a little as you finally, finally, pull his pretty face towards yours to kiss him like you’ve been longing to all this time.
Satoru immediately responds in kind, and you’re not quite sure how much time passes while you two are lost in each other, but eventually Satoru pulls away a bit, and you frown at the loss of contact. After a moment, you hesitantly say, “..Well? What do we do now?” At this, Satoru smirks as he fully pulls away. “Of course, we go back to acting like we did before. Let’s make our dearest friends think their genius ploy to get us together has miserably failed. I always love a good prank, and this’ll be one of the best.”
Again, you can’t help but chuckle at this. “So you suspected something was up? Yeah, me too. What I’m wondering is how they convinced Nanamin to join in. I genuinely didn’t think Nanami would ever do something like this.” “Remember when we all went to see Geto and him? I bet that at that time, Shoko and Utahime switched up the bowl of chits. That's like the only way possible.” “Nanami must still have been in on it though.”
“The seven minutes are almost up, I think. Right, so I’m gonna go to this wall and you go there, and we’ll pretend we haven’t been talking much. I can bet you they’re eavesdropping on us even right now, but I know from experience that its very hard to actually make the words out. So basically, they won’t know shit.” Amused, you go along with his plan. Except that now its actually embarrassing to act the way you used to, all lovesick at the mere sight of him, and you think he feels the same way from the way he’s blushing slightly.
A minute or two passes, and you’d think it was incredibly awkward, but its actually funny by the way Satoru keeps grinning at you, or says even more dumb pick up lines occasionally. Suddenly, the door bursts open, as if your friends are hoping to catch you in the middle of some heinous act. Imagine their sheer disappointment to see the scene in front of them.
Utahime stomps over to you as you rush out of the room, the way you would have done a day ago. “Well?” she demands forcefully. “Did anything happen?”
Its so very hard to keep a poker face at her furious expression on hearing the blunt “No.” from you. She mutters something before proceeding to strangle Geto, who was strangling Gojo. Your and Satoru’s eyes meet, and you almost crack up at the mischief sparkling in his eyes- another thing about him that made you fall in love.
Oh well. You’re sure your friends will find out soon, but for now its highly entertaining to watch them at their wit’s end. You smile at Satoru when no one’s looking, and he sends a wink your way.
Bonus:-
Lessons had ended, and Satoru, being the gentleman that he is, came to fetch you from the class. The others were nowhere to be seen, and taking advantage of the moment, Satoru decided to kiss you- no one is here after all.
Unfortunately, you lose track of time as a screech resounds in the empty and silent class. You two jump away from each other, startled and guilty as charged, while your friends stand at the entrance of the classroom with a betrayed look on their faces. The two parties just stare at each other till Geto finally, slowly asks, “How long?”
You sheepishly respond with the truth, and the look of shock on is just priceless. You sigh internally- Your friends are something, and your now-boyfriend is an entirely different kind of something.
Satoru sticks out his tongue at them before kissing you again, on the cheek this time.
Cue Nanami strangling Gojo. (They all gag, but they’re very relieved.)
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Hello dear writer. I really enjoy reading your twisted wonderland stories. Can you please write a funny fanfic for me?The plot is as follows: the headmaster summons Grimm to his office to appoint him as the photographer for a "beauty pageant" to be held at the college. Grimm agrees to a can of tuna, but since he is very mischievous, he takes pictures of everyone unexpectedly and funny. For example, he can photograph Riddle sitting on the toilet and reading a newspaper. Ace when he secretly ate the "not birthday" cake. Leon with Cheka. Epel in the bath with foam.In general, all of our favorite students, whom Grimm caught on camera at the most inopportune moment. Please🥺
Look at This Photograph
A/N: an anon gave me an idea for a sequel, so just let me know if you want it, hee hee
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"God no," you groaned.
"Well, you don't have a choice. In my generosity, I can overlook the recent incident, but only if you do what I ask of you."
You gave a pointed glare at Grim, who looked up from licking his paw, and sighed heavily.
"Y/N and I have a deal, where the next time I caused a disaster, I had to do the accompanying task myself."
"A-alone?" Crowley stuttered.
"Yup."
"Like, no Y/N?"
"Yeah."
You leaned forward, the threat clear in your voice. "Grim is the one who blew up the lab, so he should do your little task. Something wrong with that?"
"No! You-you've been so generous up to this point, Y/N."
"Good," you said simply, standing up and giving Grim a final glare.
"Behave, or so help me God-"
"I'll behave! Who do you think I am?"
You gave an unconvinced look, before turning on your heel, and leaving the office.
Crowley handed Grim a camera.
"Get to it, before I change my mind."
….
Riddle had few moments of peace in his life. Especially since the newest batch of freshmen had arrived this year. As much as he was certain the mirror wasn't wrong, and they would grow to fit the ideals of the queen, it was hard to believe it. Ace in particular…
He flipped the page of his newspaper from home. It's not like his mother would fill him in, so he had to fill himself in.
He was done with his business by now, he just needed a break!
*SNAP*
Startled, he looked up, momentarily blinded by the flash. As his vision cleared, he saw Grim look at a camera, nod, and scamper off. In his shock, he couldn't even utter an "off with your head".
….
Leona hated babysitting.
Well…
That's what he always told himself.
But "princess tea party" wasn't half bad.
As long as he pretended to sip tea every once in a while, Cheka didn't mind if he took naps.
*SNAP*
Momentarily blinded, he heard his nephew giggle, and mutter something about a "silly kitty". But when his vision cleared, it was just the two of them.
….
"Jade, no, if people knew…"
"They won't even suspect."
This was followed by the sounds of heavy making out.
Azul threaded his fingers through Jade's hair, momentarily playing with the long black strand, before closing his eyes again, and just being in the moment.
"Would it really be so bad if people knew?"
He knew Jade made jokes like that, because, in the moment, he liked the way a stiff Azul would cling to him just a miniscule amount tighter.
He didn't truly mean it. He knew Azul was terrified about people calling him soft, and if people assumed Jade had gotten his position solely for being Azul's boyfriend-
*SNAP*
Both mers had miniscule panic attacks. While they had grown accustomed to land, they were used to living in near solid darkness. Whatever just flashed in their faces, felt truly unnatural.
"This is a surprise," Jade heard a well known voice mutter.
If it weren't for his poor boyfriend, he could have taken care of the problem right there.
….
As much as Epel hated Vil's nagging, his skin had never been better.
A cold cream on his face, cucumber on his eyes, a bubble bath with foam specifically designed to make him sparkle?
Sevens, his nighttime routine was the part that was worth putting up with Vil's nag sessions for.
He took the cucumbers off his eyes, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and made himself a bath foam beard.
"Oh ho ho, Sir Humphreys, are you jealous of my excessive manliness?" Epel boomed in a comically deep voice.
*SNAP*
You get the idea by now. Epel inhaled some of his foam beard, choked a bit, and completely missed whoever took the photo.
….
"Oh! Prefect, I didn't see you there!" Malleus gasped, bowing deeply before a stone gargoyle in a set of ruins he was exploring.
"What? Run away with you?" He covered his mouth in shock, before sidling into the "lap" of the gargoyle/prefect .
"I'm not saying no," he gently caressed where you collarbone would be, his facing moving closer to "your" face. "This is all just," he breathed heavily against "your" mouth, "so sudden."
*SNAP*
….
"As you all remember, we are having a beauty pageant at NRC."
Everyone nodded.
"Well, in my generosity, I remembered that candid shots allow the photo to look more natural, which in turn accentuates your natural beauty. So I have had Grim taking photos of you-"
"That's what those are for?" Ace shouted. "He snapped a picture of me eat-" he trailed off as he side eyed Riddle, "doing some stuff."
The Heartslaybul vice housewarden gave him a suspicious glare, but luckily Riddle himself was distracted.
"It is not okay to take photos of people on the toilet! Candid or not!" Riddle shouted, face turning a crimson it hadn't even been during his overblot.
"My nephew is not legally allowed to be photographed!"
"I have an image to uphold! An expensive image to uphold."
"MY LIEGE WILL SMITE YOU BEFORE ANYONE SEES HIS SHAME!"
Malleus was greatly regretting actually being invited to a meeting.
"Monsieur fuzzball, shall we have a chat about the photos you took of me?" Rook asked with a smile, his eyes flickering venomously.
"I deleted yours," Grim whispered with a shiver.
"Tres Bien," Rook smiled, rustling the top of Grim's head.
"Well let's see what all this is about," Trein moved to grab the camera, but every single student in the area started yelling and grabbing at it.
"Bad boys! Sit!" Crewel shouted with a smack of his pointer. But it seemed to no avail, as a crowd of angry mages chased a tiny gray cat out of the room.
Trein, meanwhile, was laughing uproariously as he scrolled through the photos.
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Hello, I hope you don’t mind me asking but why is there so much hate towards people who like posts or liking posts in general? I understand that people value reblogs more because it gets them more notes, but every time there’s a post about how much creators love interaction it never includes likes. If I like a post, it means that I liked it but I’ve been blocked, gotten hateful dms, called a “post murderer”, and told I didn’t value creators as humans—even though I’m a writer myself—because I like posts and I don’t think I or anyone else deserve that kind of treatment for pressing a button that literally means I liked your post?
As a writer, I’d feel worse knowing someone was only reblogging my stuff because they felt forced to and not because they actually liked what I wrote. Also it makes me happy to see likes as much as it does other kinds of interactions, but people act like liking something is akin to spitting on the creator and I don’t understand it?
I’m not saying this as an attack on you or anything, I don’t think you’re like any of the people above who’ve been rude to me, I’ve followed you for a while and think you’re really nice. I only saw your reblog of the post talking about interaction and how much it means to creators—which I agree with 100%—but I noticed in posts like that likes are always left out and I don’t really get it? But I’m also newer to tumblr so I realize there might be something I’m missing here as part of tumblr culture or something?
You totally don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to either, it’s just something I’ve noticed and was wondering about and you’re one of the few writers I follow who’ve reblogged the nicer posts that don’t yell at me for liking things so I feel a little safer asking you 😅
Hi anon, thanks for reaching out! I'm always happy to share fandom perspectives, and I'm glad I can be a safe space to ask questions. I want to always cultivate civil discussion, and it's so nice to see someone reach out in such a genuine manner!
So it sounds like you are fairly new to tumblr, and that you may not fully understand how the site works yet. The short answer to your question is: Likes do nothing to build a fandom community.
The long answer is a little more complicated.
I'm going to go back to my fandom is cake analogy here.
Fandom is a lot like being at a potluck. Lots of people show up, not everyone brings a dish but everyone does enjoy a bite of something or the other, people talk, chat, and have a good time. Now, if you are a writer, and you brought cake, you brought it because you want to see people enjoy it. Reblogging something is the equivalent of grabbing a slice of cake, wandering over to some friends, and when they say 'Oh, what a wonderful slice of cake Who made that?' You point to the baker/writer and possibly say something like 'Oh I love this flavor/trope!' so others may be compelled to also enjoy the cake
Liking, however, is when someone wanders up to the dessert table and goes 'Yup, that's a cake' and then vanishes. We can't assume that you liked the cake and just didn't want to share, of if you saw the cake and went 'Ugh, vanilla, gross'.
Reblogs are inherently community based. Likes are not.
Reblogs are designed to share, to reach out and expose works to others. By doing so we cultivate communities and fandoms, expose artists to corners of the fandom not yet reached. This isn't necessarily for an ego boost on the part of writers or creators, it's because we post things to connect with people, because we want to make friends, to share ideas, to participate in fandom.
Likes, by contrast, are inherently isolationist. They don't expose works, they don't foster connections. They are the equivalent of a hundred people at a party looking at you without saying hi or introducing themselves, without introducing you to friends who are there at that party for the same reason as you: because you all love and adore the media you are there for.
Reblogs, comments, and comments in the tags are how I've meant 90% of my friend group. I didn't passively like things until they noticed me, and frankly if someone is trying to be friends with me in that manner? Chances are I will not notice them, because likes tell me nothing. For all I know they could be saving my fic for later, they could be saying something I can't understand because I can't read minds, and the only way for me to know is if you take a slice of my cake and show it and say 'What a neat piece of cake!!'
I think it's unfair for people to say things like 'post murderer' and such, or spread vitriol. Shaming people into reblogging does not foster meaningful connections, and frankly accomplishes the same thing serial likers do- isolating people. It's inherently detrimental to fandom. Does this mean I'm not frustrated with the current climate of fandom? Far from it. I could sit here and write essays on fast fandom culture burning through works and creators and leaving burnt out creators behind as people gobble up and spit out fandoms with short attention spans and limited investment into fandom building. It's very disappointing, and I myself am fairly burnt out trying to keep this blog and active space only to be met with this:
This is my top post of the month. Out of the reblogs with tags, maybe two or three have genuine comments and/or feedback. There's so so many missed connections here and it's incredibly disheartening. The only way to fix this is to reblog and add maybe a nice tag. Even something as simple as a few emojis or a 'I enjoyed this!' goes so so far for us writers, and encourages us to stay within the fandom and continue building and fostering new connections with readers, writers, artists, and other creators.
Reblogs are the foundation of fandoms. Artists need fandoms to thrive, and without new works/art/creations, fandoms will die. Every reblog counts.
#fandom discourse#writing advice#faq#I'm so so glad you asked this anon#It's such an important issue in fandom right now and you were so genuine in asking and I appreciate that
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dreamin’ / Chris Sturniolo x reader
part 1
summary: two people that have been best friends since forever. What happens when they develop feelings?
warnings: fluff!
a/n: based off of these lyrics; “i thought that i was dreamin’ when you said you loved me. the start of nothin’. i had no chance to prepare, i couldn’t see you comin’.” also this is the first story i’m ever posted. i’ve written stuff but it was for shits and giggles so ima try on this.
Your pov:
Sitting on the couch with my best friends, Nick, Matt and Chris, watching a movie. I was sat on one side of the couch with Chris while Matt and Nick were on the other side.
“What do you two want from McDonald’s?” Nick asks me and Chris. “Just my usual please and thank you.” I respond. Chris tells him what he wants. “Okay. Anything else?” We both shake our heads ‘no.’
Leaning my head against Chris’ shoulder I continue to watch the movie. I feel Chris put his head on mine. I sigh contently as he does.
I’ve been friends with the triplets since we were in kindergarten. We had played together at recess and have been friends ever since. Me and Chris were definitely the closest, but I still am close with Nick and Matt.
Me and Chris were always touchy with each other but we knew it was strictly platonic. Now me and Matt we would share hugs here and there but that’s it, and me and Nick were just all over the place.
Now we’re 20 years old, living together.
After a little time had passed a knock at the door was heard and Nick was getting up to get the door. He came back sitting the bag of food on the table saying, “Dig in.” And that’s what we did.
After eating I get up and throw everyone’s trash away. All of them saying thanks. “We’re gonna film for Wednesday wanna be in it?” Nick asks me. “Sure why not.” I shrug. Their fans knew me from being in the back of vlogs and sometimes in car videos.
I didn’t get much hate, but some people still have their heads in their ass, but what are you going to do about it? Plus I didn’t care I was happy and content with my life.
I watched TikTok while they set up. We were filming a baking video and since I was the guest, I was the one blindfolded. “Okay come on y/n.” Matt called me over. Setting my phone down and getting up, walking over to them.
“Welcome back to another video. Today we have a guest. Say hello.” Nick spoke to the camera. “Hey guys.” I waved. “So today, because we haven’t done it in a while; we are going to blindfold y/n and she’s going to bake a cake for us.” Chris claps his hands a few times looking at me. I roll my eyes and shake my head.
“Let’s get started. Chris blindfold her please.” Nick says. “Please don’t tie my hair.” I look at Chris who smiles. He shakes his head at me before placing the bandanna over my eyes and tying it. “Okay now what.” I place my hands out in search of the box of cake mix. Someone hands it to me.
Opening the box and taking out the bag. “Can one of you open this.” I hand it out. “I gotchu.” Matt says taking it away. “Okay here. Don’t miss the bowl.” He hands me the bag back. I shake my head feeling around for the bowl. Finding it, I carefully pour the powder. “Good good. now we need a cup of water.” Nick claps.
Grabbing the measuring cup, i walk to the sink filling it up. “STOP.” Nick yells. “Okay no need to yell I can still hear.” I laugh. Walking back over to the bowl and searching for it again. I pour the water slowly. “Okay great now 3 eggs.” Matt places an egg in my hand. “Thanks.” I mumble.
I finish cracking the eggs into the bowl. “Can I wash my hands.” I ask, holding out my hands so I don’t touch anything. “Yeah come on.” Chris says as he guides me to the sink, he turns on the water and pumps soap into my palms. I wash my hands and walk back over.
“Okay now a half cup of oil.” Matt reads. I reach out to grab the oil. “Yup good now pour it in the measuring cup.” Matt explained. Pouring the oil in slowly and stopping when they told me. “You doing really good.” Chris praises me. “Thank you.” I smile pouring the oil in the bowl. “Okay now we can stir. Matt preheat the oven.” Nick chimes.
I grab the whisk placing it in the bowl and gently stir the mixture. “You gotta get the edges y/n. Here let me help you.” Chris walks behind me taking the whisk away from me and scraping the edge. “Okay Chris let her do it.” Nick states. “Sorry. here you go.” He hands me the whisk.
After mixing for a while I was finally done. “Good girl.” Chris whispers to me. I furrow my eyebrows. “Thank you.” I nod my head. “Okay here’s a pan CAREFULLY pour it in.” Nick exclaimed. “I think I got it Nick.” I shake my head grabbing the bowl and feeling for the pan. I pour in the batter as one of them scrapes the bowl. I set the bowl down and take off the blindfold.
“Oh wow i was expecting a big mess. I did do good.” I give Chris a high five. The oven beeps as Nick puts the cake in and stops the camera. I go back to watching TikTok while we wait.
After filming the video we all sat down back at the couch. “I’m going to bed. Night.” Matt gets up walking to his room. “Night.” We all say. “Well if he’s going to bed I’m going to take a shower and sleep.” Nick says standing up.
“Good night. Love you.” I look up at him. He mumbles love you back and goes upstairs. “You leaving too?” Chris turns to me. I shake my head. “In a little but I’m not tired yet.” He nods his head at my words. I look back down at my phone mindlessly scrolling.
Growing tired after a while I lay down, placing my head on Chris’ lap and putting my phone down. “Tired now?” He asks. I nod turning my body into his stomach and gently placing my arms around his waist. His hand comes down finding its way in my hair.
“C’mon let’s get you to bed.” He whispers softly. I sigh sitting up and grabbing my things. I make my way to my room as Chris follows me. Opening the door to my room I immediately flop down on my bed. Chris laughs at me. “You wanna have a sleepover?” He smiles. “Mhm.” I hold my thumb up to him.
“C’mere.” He pulls me against him once he was in the bed. I put my head on his chest as he wraps his arm around me. “Night.” Chris rubs my back. “Night.” I respond softly as sleep takes over my body.
A/n:this part is warm up so it’s not really good but it’ll get better(maybe)
Taglist: @lacysturniolo (lmk if you want tagged)
#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo smut
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Okay can I request an x reader with Giroud.
Context - you both hate each other but there's sexual tension between both. You do something that pisses him off and he gets jealous
Possible smut if you're comfortable?
This is more olivier giroud x reader and kylian mbappé x reader/best friend
Thank you so much for requesting this!❤️
I’m so bad at writing smuts so it’s not 100% smuts but there are just a couple of hints please don’t hate me 🥲🥲
I really hope you like this ❤️
Jealousy jealousy
It wasn’t a secret that you were attracted to Olivier Giroud. He was handsome, tall, kind and sweet. And it wasn’t a secret either he was attracted to you. Everyone knew. Also your best friend Kylian knew, in fact he liked to tease you a lot for this. Your relationship with Olivier was weird. You weren’t great friends but you were more than acquaintances. Sometimes you were nice to each other, sometimes you would talk shit about each other.
You got invited to a birthday party, and for your luck Olivier got invited too. A lot of people where there and that made you kinda uncomfortable. You weren’t the kind of person who liked clubs and loud music, you preferred staying at home watching movies or reading books. But it was your best friend Kylian’s birthday party so you couldn’t say no. In fact you were pretty sure he had a crush on you but never said anything because he knew you didn’t like him back. He knew about all the tension between you and Oli and sometimes he couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous. But he was grateful about the friendship you both had.
You were wearing a black turtle neck jumper and a long silver skirt with a pair of sneakers. Yup, that’s all you had that screamed “club”.
In fact you didn’t look at all like all the girls who Kylian invited to the party and you couldn’t help but feeling a little bit insecure.
You definitely weren’t a model. Or famous. No one knew about your existence expect for your friends but you were okay with that, you didn’t like attention.
You were sat on a leather couch while sipping a glass of wine when a few men tried to approach you but you kindly told them to go away. They didn’t like it. In fact they called you a bitch and they said they didn’t want you anyway and that made you feel so bad that you were about to leave the party when a hand grabbed your arm.
“Where are you going?” Kylian asked turning you around “the party has just started”
“Sorry…I really am but I’m not comfortable…”
“What you mean? Did something happen?”
You wanted to say yes. You wanted to tell him that some weird men tried to approach you in a not kind way but instead you lied because you didn’t want to ruin his birthday.
“No…nothing happened, I’m just not feeling good”
“I think you should eat something, come with me I’ll get you a peace of cake…and a very strong drink”
You couldn’t even reply back because Kylian already took your hand and let you sit back in the couch while he went to get you a piece of cake.
He came back with two plates and two glasses.
“One for me, one for you” he said handing you the glass and the plate.
You loved the cake, it was a strawberry cheesecake and you know who much Kylian loves strawberries so it was the perfect mix.
“Okay now the drink” he said picking up both of your drinks
“What it’s in there? It smells so bad” you said laughing
“Don’t ask questions! Just drink!” he said smiling so you did what he said. You both drank your drinks and stayed sit on the couch for a bit. You talked for almost 20 minutes before more people started coming into the club so Kylian had to go to greet them.
Alcohol already going into your mind. You started feeling a bit hazy, not fully drunk tho. You just had a glass of wine and whatever drink Kylian got you so you were still capable of making decisions. But the alcohol was making you more talkative so you started making more friends.
“I need more alcohol so people won’t think I’m the weirdo of the group” you thought to yourself. So you went straight to the bar and order a shot of tequila and a glass of red wine. You drank the tequila first and then you sipped your wine. After 5 minutes you asked for another shot of tequila and the bar man was more than happy to obey.
After 4 shots of tequila and two glasses of red wine you were completely wasted but one thing of you is that people couldn’t get that you were drunk because you acted normal on the outside even if your brain was frying.
Kylian came to look for you after an hour and saw you talking to other people.
“So your making friends” he said happily getting behind you
“Yes!” you shouted a bit drinking your fourth glass of wine of the night
“Are you drunk?” he asked laughing
“Absolutely! No!”
He started laughing and you laughed too!
“Why don’t you dance with me y/n?” he asked you and you agreed. If you weren’t this drunk you probably would have never agreed.
He took you to the dance floor and he wrapped his hands around your waist. You were too drunk to even know what was going on that moment but you didn’t mind. You liked having his hands on your body. It made you feel safe and protected. You only wish they were Olivier’s hands.
Kylian started kissing your neck in a very seductive way friends don’t do but in that moment you didn’t even know what was going on so you let him. He knew you were drunk and he didn’t want to take advantage of you in that way, but he just wanted to have a small taste of your body. He wanted to show you what you could have. He kept kissing your neck a bit and you moaned his name.
“Kyky…we should not be doing this…”
“I know I’m sorry but…your body it’s like a magnet to me”
“Kylian, are you drunk?” you asked laughing
No he wasn’t. He was just tipsy. But he was fine.
“Yes” he said knowing this would made things less awkward between the two of you.
You kept laughing.
“Kylian I’m going to sit a bit. My head’s hurting” you said removing his hands from your body and went back to sit on the couch.
What you didn’t know was that Olivier has been watching you all night and saying he was pissed at you was an understatement. You weren’t a couple so he had no right to be mad at you but he felt somehow jealous so when he say you sitting there all alone he decided to join you.
“Are you having fun?” he asked sitting next to you
“I’m drunk Oli…” you said holding your head in your hands
“Kylian made you drink?” he asked, he knew he shouldn’t be mad at Kylian, they were teammates after all and great friends but he couldn’t help being jealous
“No…well yes a bit”
“To try to get into your pants?”
“What?”
“I saw him…and you, dancing together” he said sipping from his glass “you looked like a nice couple”
“But?”
“But you weren’t interested, I could tell it from miles away”
“There’s only man I like Oli” you said, probably the alcohol speaking
“Who’s the lucky man?” he asked already knowing the answer while you laughed
“It’s a guy named Olivier, he’s nice and tall, and very good looking, he’s kind and sweet. But I’m pretty sure he hates me, or he doesn’t like me” you said not even recognising you were actually talking to Olivier.
He smiled a bit but he sensed you were too drunk to even talk to him.
“I’ll get you home doll, let’s go” he said helping you standing up.
You didn’t recognised him but you trusted him.
He got you into his car and helped you out once you arrived at his place.
He helped you removing your make up and shoes and then let you a pair of clothes in the guest bedroom so you could change.
That night you slept at his place.
When you woke up you were feeling like shit. But you also sensed that you weren’t in your own bedroom so you got out of the room and once you got in the living room you found Olivier preparing breakfast.
“Bonjour” he said to you and you couldn’t help but feel confused at why you were at his place.
“Why am I here?” you asked him
“You were too drunk to even be able to walk”
“What?” you couldn’t believe what he said. You. Drunk.
“Kylian made you drink a little bit and then you did the rest by yourself” he said with a little bit of disappointment in his voice
“Did I say something stupid?” you asked worried
“No nothing” he replied even if he wanted to say yes, he wanted to let you know you confessed but you were probably so drunk he didn’t even know if what you said was real
“Okay good” you said remembering exactly what you said to him hoping he wouldn’t remember.
He looked straight into your eyes and you melted.
“You looked pretty comfortable around Kylian”
“What-what you mean?” you asked confused
“The way you danced together…” he said maintaining his eyes on you “they way he kissed your neck…”
“What?” you didn’t remember that part
“A lot of people assumed you were a couple”
You couldn’t believe what he was saying so you sat down on the couch with teary eyes. If you had a chance with Olivier, no you don’t.
“I like you” you confessed to Oli “a lot…I know it’s messed up right now but I do really like you…”
He knelt down looking straight into your eyes, looking for any trace of lie. But he saw none and so he kissed you.
He grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you.
You smiled into the kiss.
The kiss was getting more heated so you slightly moaned into his mouth.
“Mon chère…you better stop me now before I do something you wouldn’t want me to do” he said
“What if I don’t want you to stop?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes…” you breathed out.
He then helped you laying on the couch and he started undressing. He was sculpted like a greek god. He was so perfect. He started undressing you and you couldn’t help but feeling self conscious so you tried to cover yourself a bit. He noticed it and began pressing kisses all over your body, pleasure taking the control over you.
“You liked this?” he asked and you couldn’t help but moan a little.
You completely lost it when he began touching and sucking your nipples.
“You’re so soft” he moaned a little. You’re brain was to fucked up in that moment that you couldn’t even focus on what he was saying.
He stayed there for a couple of minutes before looking straight back at you.
“You sure you want this? We could stop if you want to”
“I’m sure Oli…just go slow” you said after seeing how big he was
He smiled a little “I’ll be gentle” he said while kissing you.
And so he was.
He was so slow and gentle but passionate at the same time. You’ve lost counts how many times he made you come.
Nothing to say, it was the best sex of your life.
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The Series Finale
it's time to say goodbye. let me just say right now I plan to make this part a bit longer than the others. I love the little universe I created and I love love love how many of you guys interacted with it. there will be a few small parts after this but other than that, get ready to say goodbye!
According to Cosmopolitan there are multiple ways to spend your twenty third birthday. Cake and candles sure. Presents yes. Drinks surely. Friends and family absolutely.
About to puke because you're about to make your red carpet debut with your boyfriend? Well...
You were offered so many dresses for the ceremony but honestly you couldn't pick just one. So you offered to wear all of them at any upcoming event, except for tonight.
Tonight is Oscars night. And you wanted to make a splash. A makeshift tuxedo with just the tight sleeveless white button down and black tweed shorts with a black cape attached to the back that reaches your feet.
The outfit is already ironed and hanging in front of you on the bathroom door.
You can't believe that you're nominated for an Oscar. You couldn't believe when your manger and agent asked if you wanted to submit yourself for a nomination. But here you are.
The glam team is amazing. Yeah they made you look magical but you missed Delores badly. She could talk you down your ledges when you got like this. So can Jason but you were shy about talking to him around new people.
You look down so that eyeliner can be applied.
"Woah." someone says.
Another person asks what it is. You can't ask, you're too nervous and you're in the middle of being made over.
"Luthor is done." someone answers.
You wait for the makeup artist to finish your liner before you open your eyes. You don't want to get poked.
When you do, you turn around to face the artist in the back.
"What do you mean?" you ask.
One of them, a small girl with cotton candy pink hair and an all black ensemble comes up to you. She shows you her phone. On the screen in bold red letters.
LUTHOR'S TYRANY OUT, UNION WINS!
Your eyes go wide and you can't help the squeal the comes out of your mouth. The sound makes everyone quiet down in the room.
"Sorry-I just, I have to make a call! I'll be right back!" you say.
Then you're rushing. Out of your chair, and out of the living room of the hotel and into the bedroom. You keep the door open as you shuffle through your bag to find your phone.
When you find it, there are several missed calls. Your manager, your agent, and Jason. You shoot quick text to your manger and agent that you saw the news.
Then you call Jason.
He picks up on the first ring.
"Babe did you see it? Did you see the news?" he shouts.
He's loud but you don't care. It's Jay. You'd deal with the high volume forever.
You smile, "I saw! I saw! I can't believe it. Does this mean we can go back to work?"
"I just sent a text to Harvey, he said he's working out details now with the lot mangers."
"What about the strikers?" you ask.
"I got a text from Damian here hold on," he hums to himself, no doubt scrolling through his texts with his tongue out, "yup. Nyssa and the others got everything they bargained for."
"Oh that's so good. I couldn't go back to work if I knew they didn't win this strike. Can you win a strike?" you say.
You hear him laugh on the other end, "I'm not sure how that works, hun. Wait-did I interrupt you, you're getting ready right?"
"I was..." you trial off.
"Okay go, go, go. I'll see you on the carpet-" he starts.
"Wait can I call you when I get in the car?" you interrupt him.
"Isn't it like bad luck to see me before?" he asks.
You laugh, "Jay this isn't our wedding."
He hums at first which gives you pause. Not a bad pause but a a kind where your mind is racing with thoughts. Thoughts about you and Jason and how serious you guys are.
Jason is a jokester sometimes. Yeah his dad's emo phase can always be slipped into the conversation, but there are certain things he doesn't tease about. Clowns and bad haircuts to name two.
"Jay?" you ask.
"I'll see you on the carpet sweetheart." he answers.
There's no sadness in his voice. He sounds normal. But you can't help but notice theres still more to it.
And then because it's Jason he doesn't hang up first. No. He waits for you to hang up which you are reluctant to do because of what he said. But you do only because the makeup team is waiting and you aren't in your outfit yet.
You quickly walk back out to your makeup chair.
From there it's actually a pretty easy process. They put the final touches on your makeup and give your hair a blowout. Then you're in the bathroom putting on your outfit.
Within an hour you're tucked into the backseat of a town car. Your usual driver, Mike, is on vacation. So most of the talking comes from your agent and manager.
The drive isn't long. The hotel you were getting ready at wasn't too far from where the awards were taking place. You were excited but tremendously nervous.
In the backseat you ring your fingers and your leg is bouncing up and down. If Jason were sat beside you, you wouldn't be this nervous. You want call him but honestly he needed to get ready too. And you didn't want to talk about your relationship in front of three people who weren't in it.
So you sit in silence. You smile and nod when you're asked questions, all the way until the drive pulls up to the theatre.
You can hear the cheering and the clambering outside before the door even opens. You are escorted out of the car and outside. You manager is telling you which reporters are ready to speak to you and how long to pose for each picture.
And that sounds good and all. But your eyes catch on you man. Huddled around his team in a suit. He doesn't seem to notice you yet. You watch as he nods along and his green eyes flitter around.
You can't help the smile on your face. Somehow, because it's Jason Todd, he can feel you smiling somewhere in his vicinity. His eyes lock on you instantly.
Yeah you could totally see yourself walking down the aisle, and him waiting for you at the other end. One day.
You wave at him and he does the same, a smirk on his face.
Of course you probably won't be able to speak to him until you're done on the carpet. There were so many people in line to be interviewed and photographed. It's not like it was at your first movie premiere where he could just join you.
"You stopped listening the moment you saw him didn't you?" you manager asks.
Your eyes widen as you finally look back at her and your agent. They are looking right back at you with big smiles. Nervously you rub the back of your neck.
"To be be fair I was listening for a very long time before that." you answer.
"Sure you were, okay well you know basically everything. We'll be near you incase you need us." your agent says.
You nod your head once.
From there it's relatively easy. You get guided to the line for the carpet. Both your agent and manger sooth your nerves a bit. They talk about how good the work you've done is, how you deserve to be here and deserve to be nominated.
And as you get your picture taken you do well to listen for instruction but also stand your ground. The photographers are shouting different things all at once and it's hard to follow all of them at the same time. But when your manager waves you over to an interview you know you're done.
The first interview goes by quickly. You talk about the end of the strike and what you missed most about filming, how honored you are to be nominated and you can't wait for the after party.
The second interview is more fun. That comes from Edward Nigma being really good at his questions. He asks about your humble beginnings, what your passions are outside of acting, and what you would do with more free time.
By the time you get to your fifth and final interview your brain is working on autopilot. You smile. You answer the questions in a bright voice. You thank the interviewer. The camera pivots to someone else and the microphone is taken away.
You are so tuned out that you don't notice Jason come up behind you. You had thought he was in front of you, in the theatre already. But there is only one person in the world who knows the exact juncture between your shoulder and your neck to press a kiss to.
When you feel his lip on your skin you turn around.
"Hi there." he says.
You smile and reach up to fix his bowtie, "Hey yourself handsome."
"This ole thing?" he jokes.
"You look-well I should keep that to myself. Privacy and all that." you say.
He smiles and his hand is cupping your cheek. You lean into his touch. All the nerves that your manger and agent tried to subdue finally fall to the side. You feel at ease.
"I made sure that our seats are close. At least until they call you up when you win." he says.
You snort, "Jason it's not gonna happen."
He hums, "I don't know. I would never count you out."
Soon enough you and Jason make it your seats where you have the same tiff. He thinks for sure you're gonna win while you're convinced that it won't happen.
The show starts off with a performance, courtesy of Dinah Lance. She looked amazing in her all black dress, a high slit that revealed the fishnets underneath.
You clapped at others wining awards. The composer for your movie won. And the sound mixers, designers and graphic designers too. As you got close and closer to your category you felt the turn in your stomach.
When your category finally got called Jason entangled his hand in yours. His fingers slated into yours, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. The announcers spoke all the names in the category including yours and you are sure your ears just went static.
And then you heard your name again. You look over at Jason, who has a huge smile on his face. You let out a curt breath as he helps you get to your feet. The roar of applause takes over the static in your ears.
You can't help to be shocked. Shocked as Jason helps you up the steps to accept the Oscar. You look back at him on the last step, his hand still in yours, and you bring his hand to your mouth and kiss the back of his hand.
"You did it, you did it." he says.
And then he's letting go so you can walk onto the stage and accept your award.
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You watch from your bed as Jason walks into the bedroom. He's only sporting a towel on his waist. He knows what he's doing, he's devious like that. And delicious.
From across the room you eye him. He turns his back to you as he ruffles through the cabinet for clothes. Except he's definitely going through your drawer and not his so he's not going to find what he's looking for. But you take it because you can stare right at his back.
"Baby do you need help?" you ask.
He turns around and shuts the drawer with his hips.
"Now that you've asked, yes. yes I do need help. Only the kind you can provide." he answers.
You begin to laugh at his eagerness. He struts over to you with all the swagger of a frat boy. You can't help the snort that comes from you and he smiles too.
"This is supposed to be sexy!" he says.
"Oh it is, but it's so rehearsed. I love it though." you smile.
Jason sighs. And then all of a sudden he's laying on top of you and putting all his weight on you. You know he's doing it on purpose because in the early days of this relationship Jason did his best to not even lean his body weight onto you.
That went out the window three months after you started dating.
"Jay you wanna talk about it?" you ask.
He mumbles something but you can't hear his words. How could you when his head it nestled into your neck. His stubble is tickling you in the best way possible. You reach up and card your hand through his hair.
"Didn't hear a word you said baby." you say.
He picks his head up and looks at you now, with a pout on his lips. You lean in and give him a small peck. He of course isn't good at taking only one peck, always the needy one. He leans in and gives you three more.
"I'm just trying to seduce my Oscar winning partner. Is that so bad?" he asks.
You shut your eyes with a giggle, "Oh not this, come on it's not a big deal."
"It's literally the biggest of deals. Like it's one of the four biggest deals. You're close to an EGOT hun." he rambles.
You peel open one eye and look at him. How could you disagree with that face? And those eyes? You cup the side of his face with your hand.
"Thank you for making me feel like a big deal. I promise I do find you sexy." you say.
Jason lets out a dramatic sigh of relief, "Thank you. And anyways I'm just following your cosmopolitan article." he says.
Your eyes widen and you gasp.
"Jay! You did not just take advice from a magazine, you're like a walking greek god." you laugh.
"Greek god you say?" he asks.
But he isn't asking. Not when he starts planting kisses on your shoulder and your neck. It makes you giggle and it makes your stomach warm. You wrap both of your arms around him.
"I can't believe I get to be on set with you tomorrow." you say.
"I can't believe I get to be on set with my Oscar winning co-star." he replies.
"Does this mean I get top billed?" you ask.
"I wrote it into my contract a long time ago, keep up sweetheart." he says.
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Jason stands in the door of your shared trailer. He was told to come and bring you on set to start filming a scene between you two. It had started with Jason's character by himself and then you were to appear as a daydream.
Which, he definitely said you already do, no matter how cheesy that sounded. You still gave him a peck for such beautifully strong words.
When he got to the trailer door he heard you singing already. He had gotten you some new headphones since you kept complaining about your earbuds going wonky. He was surprised how long you hung onto those, five years.
Now he's watching you sing along as you rearrange the script on your table. The only way you could learn lines fast enough was to spread them all out and keep them in your peripheral vision. He's not sure how you do it.
But he watches as you tap your feet along to a tune he doesn’t know and with your hands on your hips you stare down the papers. You’re already dressed in the scene outfit, a white dress. Simple but enough to make his heart do the thing where he thinks nothing can be real if you exist.
He can’t help to be transfixed on you. He leans against the doorway and just watches with a smile.
Truthfully he couldn’t believe the person of his dreams was dating him and smiling his way, sending him gifts and letting him spend time in their bed. And when he says person of his dreams he means it.
The first time he saw your face wasn’t when the two of you were sat in a room going over the movie contract. Nope. He think he’ll take this secret with him to the wedding aisle and wait until he can slip it into his vows how bad he has it for you.
On moments like this, when it’s just you and him, he wants to tell you so bad. But he thinks waiting is the better option. What other way to press you ?
All of a sudden you’re turning around and you literally jump at this sight of him. Your mouth goes from a gaps to a smile. Then you’re bustling over to him and throwing your arms around him, earbuds still in.
“Missed you sweetheart.” he says.
His hands wrap around your middle. He could literally lock his arms together and not let you go but that would be unwise and costly. Filming and all that. So he settles with just having his body pressed up against yours, warm and inviting.
You bite back a laugh, “Jay we woke up in the same bed a couple of hours ago!”
“I’m a simple man. You’re gone for more than ten minutes I miss you.” he explains.
He watches the way your eyes go wide first and the smirk that dances it’s way across your face. Your fingers card through the hair at the back of his head.
“I’m sorry baby. Wanna go to set together?” you ask.
He smiles, “I am personally here to see to that. Come on.”
You untangle yourself from him, which earns you a groan. He watches as you scoop up the papers on the table and pull on a robe to cover your costume. He doesn’t mind because he knows you two are about to be filming for an hour or so and he’ll see all of you then.
A vision in white.
“Come on bub.” you say.
And the definitely kick starts something in him. He smiles and follows you out of your trailer. The two of you walk all the way to the set. For the sequence being filmed today you two would just be fooling around in a very chic and vibrant living room and then bedroom.
Then you two get on set of course you are pulled in a different direction than him. You’re going over your lines with one of the writers. Then you’re getting touched up by the makeup artists. Touch ups with your costume. And then Harvey wants a word.
Jason lets himself get pulled too. Touch ups. Lines. Harvey. Sure. He doesn’t mind really. Because he’s basically filming his everyday life with you.
When Harvey calls action you and Jason take your spots. Jason takes your hands into his and brings each of them to his lips. You roll your eyes at him, as depicted in the script.
The two of you get into sync fairly quickly. You two are standing in the living room. The fake window open and the curtains moving in the breeze. Your hands wrapped around his neck, dancing to music that isn’t playing.
Then you two are on the couch in different positions. Him on the floor, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder. The two of you laying on one another on the couch. Him sitting normally and your legs over his lap.
Finally it was time to get to the bedroom scenes. They were noting raunchy. Just the two of you goofing around. You chase him around the bed, you end up pinning him down and tickling him. Then you two are sitting with your backs against the head board, your hands together and fingers intertwined.
At some point Jason is moving you forward to personally fluff your pillows, which makes you laugh. You lean over and kiss his cheek, which makes him smile.
Then Harvey is yelling cut and everyone’s moving around set. You will have to film a couple more takes of this scene but you don’t mind. How could you? You get to fool around with your favorite person in the world like you usually do sans cameras and you were getting paid for it.
You have already gotten so used it this, you remember what life was like before he was in it and hope you never have to do that again.
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The press junket was just as nerve wracking the second time around. Yeah that was never gonna change. Tons of people asking you questions over and over was hard. Making sure to sell the movie and not spoil it was even harder.
You had been paired with Jason the first time and he was really good at playing off your vibe. But that had been before you were dating. Now things were different. There would be more questions about the two of you outside of the film. Part of you didn’t care, but a bigger part of you worried about what you would say.
The next interviewer comes in with the BBC-Bludhaven Broadcasting Channel. They were always polite and playful. You aren’t worried. And that worry drops even more so when you see Donna Troy walk in.
“Hi guys!” she says.
You both wave at her, “Hi!”
You watch as she gets mic’ed up. And then she’s sitting in front of you both with purple notecards. She talks to the imaginary audience first and then you.
“So, guys, obviously you’ve cooked up some good stuff that has gotten awards. One in particular because now we’re sitting with an Oscar winner.” she says.
And you still can’t believe it yourself so whenever someone else brings it up you can’t help to be bashful about it.
“Oh…” you laugh.
Jason points to you with both his hands, “If anyone was unclear, it’s not me.”
You wave off his hands which he dodges and still points to you. But he cuts it out soon enough, he knows you too well to let it drag on.
“It’s a big accomplishment, so congrats!” Donna says.
You smile, “Thank you.”
“So you’re basically an EGOT now—“ she starts.
You burst out laughing at that and so does Jason. Then Donna too but she tries to compose herself for the most part, clearing her throat and adjusting her hair. You pull yourself together.
“I mean yeah. Sure.” you answer.
“So have you decided what you’ll melt the gold down into?” She asks with a straight face.
Jason yelps, “Donna?!”
“Maybe a house key.” you say blankly.
“Good for you!” she says.
“But I can’t now because I just admitted to it on camera. I’ll have to come up with something else.” you joke.
“Of course, and you can text me your idea. It’ll stay between us.” she adds.
You nod your head, “You’re on speed dial actually.”
“Number nine?” Donna jokes.
“No you’re at—wait do they still do numbers? Okay wait never mind, I meant you’re in my favorites.” you answer.
Donna gasps and holds her hands, and notecards, to her heart.
“Okay Jason,” she holds out her notecards again, “what type of hair gel do you use on set?”
“I legally can’t answer that actually because no one on set would tell me the products they used in fear that I would just buy them myself and do their work for them.” he answers.
“Remember when you gave yourself a bowl cut?” she asks.
You laugh again, “What?!”
“That was one time—and I didn’t look that bad!” he shouts.
“I remember your brother said you cried yourself to sleep for two weeks.” Donna says.
You wrap your arm around his shoulder and pull him in closer, “Aw Jay, you had a bowl cut?”
“Very funny sweetheart.” he says.
You pinch his cheeks, “I kinda wish I could see it.”
“Oh but you can!” Donna says.
She fishes out her phone.
“Donna! No!” Jason yells.
The two of them start full in running around the room. You watch in amusement.
“Donna slow down I did Hot Ones yesterday and I haven’t been the same since.” Jason says.
You laugh even harder at that.
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Dinner at Wayne manor was something you had been equal parts ready and unready for. How doe sone prepare to dine across Bruce Wayne? The man was the heartthrob of the 80s and 90s.
It’s not like you could say definitively you didn’t have a crush on your boyfriends father at one point in your life. And maybe that’s the part that’s throwing you off. That and the fact that it’s a real family dinner and not another bustling gala thrown to draw you and Jason out of our recluse.
You had finished filming and in another three months the film would be out. But you and Jason have been using that time for yourselves.
Sure you’d hang out with your friends and go out in public from time to time. But technically the press junket was over for a month and change.
And the two of you wanted to be just that, the two of you.
There were long nights at the beach, trips to the bookstore, date nights. It was easy and fun and your own bubble with Jason. No one came around to poke it.
So stepping into Wayne manor felt like your bubble was really close to a garden of cacti. Ready to burst at any moment. You and Jason tug off your jackets and put them on the coat hanger.
Once you’re done you stand still as Jason starts to move around. It takes him five seconds to realize that you had stayed glued to the hardwood floor. He makes a u turn and comes back over to you.
“It’s low stakes by the way since they all love you anyways.” Jason says with his hand on the small of your back.
You can’t help to snicker, “And more than you right?”
“But every year without fail I get birthday presents that are well thought and planned in advance.” he answers.
Before either of you can say another word, Damian comes from one of the doors. He is dressed in his school uniform and you can’t help to smile at how cute he looks.
“Damian!” you shout.
He comes running over to you and hugs you. The sight makes Jason surprised but also very happy. Damian wasn’t a hard person to please, he just took time and has a lot of boxes to check off. And you managed to do all of that within the time you stepped into his life.
You hug the boy back.
“I missed you. So has Sir BillingsWorth.” he says.
“I missed you too. But I’m free the next few weeks, we can plan something.” you offer.
Damian pulls always immediately, “I will be vacationing the upcoming week but after that.”
“Oh cool, where are you going?” you ask.
Jason snickers, “Don’t ask or you’ll have to be part of his alibi later on. Trust me.”
“Shut it Todd.” Damian whispers.
“So what inhumane zoo are you planning on raiding next?” Jason asks.
You look at Jason shocked. You think surely Damian Wayne isn’t going to raid an entire zoo by himself. He’s got a big heart for animals and would do anything for them. But would his father just allow him to—wait he’s done this before. You sworn you’ve seen an article about him leaving an animal sanctuary with a lump in his jacket.
“Don’t plan any trips to the south any time soon.” Damian answers simply.
And then he’s off. You two watch in bewilderment as his small body disappears behind another door. You turn to Jason.
“He’s more like you than either of you care to admit.” you say.
Jason gasps, “Bite your tongue!”
Jason manages to get you to start moving again. With his and still on your back he walks you all the way to the dinning room. There at the table is the Wayne family. And no they aren’t sat quietly at their seats.
Damian is picking up food from a plate and setting it down on the floor. Your eyes follow his actions to see a big dog sitting on the floor underneath the table. Titus. You look back up when Bruce tells Damian to not overfeed him. Tim and Steph are snickering on their phones. Duke and Cass are playing a hand-game very loudly. And then there is Dick Grayson. He’s the only one in the family you haven’t met yet. He was always just busy. Sure you’ve interacted online before but this was different.
“Guys!” Jason shouts.
Everyone goes stone still and looks your way. All at once they start trying to talk to you which makes you even more nervous. Jason has to reign them in again for you.
“Guys!”
They all stop.
“Hi…” you trail off.
“Welcome, please sit. There’s plenty of food.” Bruce answers.
You and Jason take your seats at the end of the table, across from each other. Coincidentally Jason takes the seat next to Duke which means you take the seat next to Dick.
He smiles your way and offers you his hand. You take it and shake it.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” he says.
“You as well.” you answer.
“It would have been sooner but I’ve just been a bit busy—“ he starts.
You shake your head, “No no no, it’s okay. Plus we’re meeting now.”
“Thanks to my little brother, who by the way I’ve never seen like this before.” Dick says.
“Like what?” you ask.
“L-word.”
Is your heart beating in your chest? You have to make sure. Surely it is. But surely it isn’t if Dick Grayson is telling you that his brother is in love with you. It’s not like you don’t know how much he cares for you, you see it every day, he shows it and tells you all the time. But to have someone else see inside the bubble you two made…
You look over at Jason who is trying to get in on the hand-game between Duke and Cass. You can’t help to smile.
You had known for some time now that you’re in love with him but to hear it might be in love with you. Yeah that would be everything.
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“Okay I just finished the boxes in the kitchen.” Jason says.
You nod, “Good. I’m closed to finish in here, just one more box. It’s your books.”
“You can stack ‘em any way you want. I’m gonna start on lunch.”
“Okay!”
You had been tasked with unpacking the living room. Or, unpacking Jason’s stuff into your living room. Your press junket was about to start again in two weeks and you had asked him on the sly if he would like to make your living arrangement more permeant.
He spent more hours at your house than he did his own. And it’s not like he’s giving up his house either. He just took all the things he needed or wanted from there and put them in boxes so that he could have them here.
Most of the things were needed. Clothes. Bath bombs and his skin care routine. His laptop and his gaming system. Alf of course his books. You think if he could Jason would retire from acting and become a book seller or a book keeper. Maybe both.
You tear open the box with your hands and find it filled with books. Romance books. You knew he was a romance guy but you severely underestimated how much that was true. You pull out stacks at a time and put them on the floor.
Then you being to shelve them by author name on the bookcase you just brought for him. You would do color but every time you go to his house you notice Jason has them sorted either by name or height.
As you get to the last books your eyes catch on something familiar. And what would be more familiar than your own face?
You pick up the book slowly. There is no way. There is no way he just has this book? When did he find it?
You remember your manager telling you that the books stopped using your face a few months ago. Which means anyone who had them had brought them from re-sellers who had gotten them during the time the print was still active.
“Uh, quick question.” you say.
“Shoot, lover.” he says.
Then he’s walking into the living room where you are. He looks right at you without a worry on his face. He’s got on the apron you brought him as a joke. It was bright red and in white letters said ‘wanna lift the hood?’
His eyes then fall to the book in your hand and his smile drops. You watch in real time as his ears then his cheeks go red. He scratches behind his head.
“So you have this book with my face on it…” you trail off.
Jason laughs sheepishly. Then all of a sudden he’s taking off his apron and sitting next to you, like on his knees and his body angled right at you. You want to laugh at his alertness but you don’t want to ruin the moment.
“Look it’s not weird—I just had it before I met you. I didn’t, well if you want someone to blame you can find Bruce because he gifted it to me.” Jason rambles.
You nod along, “so you totally knew who I was when we first met?”
“No I didn’t know who you were, I know how you looked which is completely different. I mean sitting across from you was like a dream come true.”
“What?” You ask.
Jason breathes out slow. You watch this and decide to take his hands into yours. Your thumbs rub across the back of his hand, trying to comfort him, and urging him to go on.
“I have liked you from the moment I saw you, which was because of this book cover. And then one day you’re sitting across from me in a room about a romcom and I swore that fate or destiny was real because it lead me to you. And I can’t even begin to tell you how in love with you I am.” he speaks.
You know you’re tearing up because you sniffle through your nose. Which makes Jason let go of your hands and cup both sides of your face.
“Don’t cry, hun.” he says.
“Sorry I’m just—you’re just. Everything.” you respond.
“I was planning on telling you.”
You cock your head to the side, “When?”
“I guess after we had a conversation about how we both feel about marriage.” he answers.
Your eyes go wide.
“It doesn’t have to be now, don’t worry sweetheart. I can wait if your not ready. Or I can be okay if you won’t be ready.” he starts.
You shake your head violently, “No Jason it’s not that.”
How do you put it into words? How do you tell the man you’re in love with that you would marry him no questions asked and no regrets on a moments notice? How do you put it all nice and neat?
You turn your face inward and press a cheek to the inside of his hand. Jason smiles. You can faintly see his eyes get watery.
“Jason, growing up I didn’t think I was the marriage type. I always thought marriage was a thing you do for something or someone. But when I’m with you it’s different. It’s something I want to do with you.” you explain.
“You wanna marry me?” he asks softly.
You nod your head, “Whenever, wherever.”
Jason can’t stop smiling. You can’t either. And when he pulls you in for a kiss it’s a mess of lips and teeth and giggles. But neither of you care. And neither of you care when you fall over top of him and he’s laying onto of his books that are poking into back.
This is what you wanted for the rest of your life. Jason Todd.
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And Then There Was Her
This is for Writing Workshop Week 2: Paying Attention that is being hosted by @bettsfic on @books
Summary: Lena makes her usual morning walk until she runs into an unfamiliar face
As Lena looks out her window, she sees that it is raining and sighs.
“It has been raining the last month since I have gotten to National City. Whoever said that it never rains in southern California must not have lived here full time.”
She came to National City to escape Lex with his constant manipulation and torture. She just wanted a fresh start outside his overbearing shadow. However, Lena had fallen into the same routine.
As she heads out, she notices the same old things. The gray sky emptying tons of rain on her shoulders prompting her to hurriedly open her red umbrella. As she walks, she sees the mail man trying to hurry from house to house with his parka not doing a good job of protecting him from the elements.
“I am surprised she hasn’t gotten a cold by now,” Lena muttered as she kept on walking.
After she passed the houses, she starts seeing the different businesses around town and her usual fellow commuters. There was the lady in the yellow raincoat and same colored boots walking while looking at her cell phone. She bobs and weaves around the other commuters.
“I still don’t get how she is able to read that thing without bumping into anyone,” said Lena shaking her head.
She hears screaming in the distance. It was the local butcher arguing with his wife again. The screaming always have to do with what the specials of the day are. Today, they were arguing about whether they should have a discount on spare ribs or cow tongue.
Lena shuddered and said, “Whoever thought cow tongue was a good idea?”
She breathes a sigh of relief when she reaches her destination: Noonan's. It was the best breakfast location in the area.
Once she got inside, she quickly got in line. She sees that the same three people are ahead of her today. A man in a blue suite talking on his phone about an upcoming court case, a man listening to his headphones, not really aware of his surroundings, and a young mother trying to wrangle in her toddler while she tries to place her order.
Lena decided to do what she always did when she realized she would have a long wait, read work emails. She was able to complete two by the time she gets to the register.
“Do you want your usual, Lena?”
Lena winced when she heard her name. She didn’t like that the staff had become overly familiar with her to call her by her first name. However, she knew she shouldn’t be surprised since she was in this place every day. Sometimes, she visited twice a day.
Lena sighs and said, “I do want the usual, but I also want to get the cake special that you were offering.”
“Oh, you mean the free birthday cake if you can prove that it is your birthday?
“Yup, that is the one.”
Lena didn’t usually celebrate her birthday. Her family found that sort of thing very trivial. However, this was her first birthday on her own and didn’t have anyone controlling her. She wanted to celebrate her independence and dammit she wanted to do it with cake.
“So, that special was very popular especially since we gave the option to order and verify your birthday online. All of our cakes are sold out for the day.”
“What!”
“I know. We didn’t think the promotion would do this well. We are extending the promotion to tomorrow if you wouldn’t mind waiting until then.”
“It would be too late then,” said Lena softly trying to hold back tears.
“It is always the same. Nothing every goes my way.”
“Actually, she can have my cake.”
Lena turned around and was stunned by who she saw. It was a woman with long wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that were unfortunately partly hidden by her glasses. She was wearing a pink wavy dress. The thing that stuck out to Lena was her smile. It could light up the room.
“Oh, I couldn’t take your cake,” stammered Lena.
“What is wrong with me. I never get this tongue tied.”
“It is no trouble at all. I had originally got this for my sister. Her birthday is today. I was supposed to meet her, but her fiancé surprised her with first class tickets to Paris last night, and they will be gone the next two weeks.”
“At least let me compensate you for the cake.”
The woman chuckled. It sounded like music to Lena’s ears.
“Honestly, you would be doing me a favor. Noonan’s cakes are good, but I doubt it will last until my sister gets back.”
The woman handed her over the cake.
“Thank you so much…. What is your name?” stumbled Lena over her words.
“My name is Kara.”
She held out her hand. Lena felt herself blushing.
“Idiot! It is just a simple handshake. Get yourself together!”
“My name is Lena.”
Lena felt her pants vibrating which jolted her out of the conversation.
She answered her phone and snapped, “What!”
“I am sorry Miss Luthor. There was an incident in the lab…”
“Say no more. I will be right there.”
“Of course, the one day I meet someone interesting I can’t stick around.”
Lena looked up sheepishly at Kara and said, “I ummm… have to run….work stuff. I umm… hope I see you around.”
She started blushing hard as she quickly exited the restaurant. She had never met anyone that has made her feel this way before.
“Is this what it feels like to have a crush?”
Lena mulled over that single thought as she walked to her job not realizing until she got there that she walked through the cold rain without an umbrella.
#tumblr writing workshop with betts#dc comics#supergirl#dc universe#kara danvers#lena luthor#supercorp#kara danvers x lena luthor#writers on tumblr#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl fanfic#supercorp fanfiction#supercorp fanfic#dc comics fanfiction#dc comics fanfic#writing prompt#writing#creative writing
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Wylde Flowers, All Three 3's
Fluff #3: "Let's go home." "I'm already home." Tara/Westley
(smut #3 goes with an idea I already had that I may or may not write whoops. Angst #3 needs some thought)
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It hadn't been all that long ago that Tara was planning another wedding. It was planned to take place in a rose garden in the city, with a long list of guests consisting mainly of work acquaintances and her partner's large family.
The dress had been surprisingly simple, bland almost, but suitable for the setting and something she thought she had wanted. Looking back, she realized how detached she had been. How foreign it had all felt at the time, no matter how much she had tried to convince herself otherwise.
For as much as she claimed she was devastated at the time, the broken engagement truly had been the best thing to ever happen to her. Because no matter how much she tried, she couldn't picture that life anymore. Her life was here, on Fairhaven.
Instead of a rose garden full of people she barely knew, she was standing under the protective trees of the forest, surrounded by her closest friends. The food was simple but delicious. The cake was beautiful. Her dress had been her grandmother's, her bouquet was made up of flowers grown in her own garden, and her groom... her husband, she corrected herself mentally.
He was without a doubt the love of her life.
So many things had changed when she moved to Fairhaven, slowly sliding into place. Meeting Westley had been the final piece of the puzzle, the one she hadn't even realized she'd been missing.
She spied him now, handsome in his forest green tuxedo, and laughing with Amira, Violet, and Giva. After a moment he seemed to sense her staring, because he quietly excused himself from the others before making his way directly to her hiding spot behind a pair of saplings.
Without a word, Westley reached for her hand, lifted it slowly and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, just above her wedding ring. He looked up at her from under his lashes, a distinctly wolfish glint in his eyes that made her stomach flip pleasantly.
"Have you made your rounds?" he asked as he straightened up, twisting his hand to lace their fingers together.
"Yup." She nodded. "All the guests have been greeted and thanked. Food has been tasted and praised. Cake has been eaten and Angus is on duty to save us leftovers."
"So," Westley said slowly. "We shouldn't be missed if we left"
"Not even a little bit." Tara shook her head. "In fact I think Damon is gearing up to get everyone to the bar to keep the reception going. We definitely won't be missed then."
Westley nodded, and offered her an almost shy smile. "Well then, sweetheart, let's go home."
Tara felt something shift inside her chest at his words. Home. The farm was where she lived, and where he would live now too. It was a house they would share, and where they would live their life, but it wasn't home.
Her home was much closer.
She leaned into Westley, wrapped her arms around his waist and tilted her back. He dutifully obeyed her request, craning his neck to kiss her.
They stayed like that for a moment, and she might have been dimly aware of Damon's voice calling for everyone to follow him to the bar for a round on the house.
When she and Westley finally came up for air, the forest was peaceful around them. For the first time in a long time, Tara felt peaceful too.
A slow smile spread across her face.
"I already am home, but you can take me back to the farm if you like."
He laughed and shook his head, a little bemused, but obviously pleased. Once again he obeyed her request, and took her back to the farm. To the house they would share; the life they would build.
Together, as each other's home.
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Bayverse turtles x reader/ y/n (gender neutral creeper and reader)
Hi guys!
So like, a month back a neighbor creeped on me, so I started this to kinda vent. Hope you like it!
THIS SCENARIO: someone decided to be creepy to you. Here's how each turtle would handle it.
Mikey:
WHAT? Someone disrespected you and made you feel uncomfortable??
Oh hell no baby cakes!
People underestimate this ball of joy and jokes.
BUT his experience in pranking and terrorizing his older brothers? Has prepared him for this moment
He goes mental warfare on this person that harassed and made you feel uncomfortable.
Typically he'll do stuff to their house. Learn their schedule.
Make them think their house is haunted, comes in the middle of the night to REALLY freak them out
He'll write: "y/n is mine" on the walls with fake blood. Clean it up if they call the police.
Clear wrap their car so they'll be late for work
Thumb tacks in their bed, yup, not even the BED is safe. It can't be trusted.
Sugar in their gas tank
Sulfer powder on the vents of their car, person will never be able to use it or sell it when it has the rotten STENCH of rotten eggs
Shave their head. He'll get more and more mean with his pranks until they freak out and turn a new leaf.
If they don't? He'll keep it up for years, he'll go full petty mode, make them pay
Creeper will become paranoid
What's around the next corner? Oh god
People will call the creeper crazy
Police will turn against the creeper if he tries to keep calling them
Donnie:
I think it's safe to say where this is going...
Will find them online, give them their ip address, home address, and freaking coordinates in private message
No one messed with you under his watch
He'll troll him online
Whether social media?
Videogames? Oh he will DESTROY them. Maybe get Mikey's help on that specific one.
Make it clear this is about you and if he gets creepy with you again he'll pay. Big time
May dox them if person deserves it
May inform their employers or ensure they get fired for such atrocities pointed towards you
Would inconvenience him
Maybe get person on a watch list or two
Black list them on every internet provider
Any and all interests this person has that have to do with technology will be ruined for them
May tap their bank account too if they pissed the smart turtle off enough.
This person will be a hobby for a while. And he'll keep this up for at least a year This person FUCKED up messing with his S/O
Or until he runs out of ideas for them.
But lord help the creeper if they fuck with you again
He'll make sure they lose everything
And buy a nice piece of jewelry for you or something
Leo:
Will be aggressive, not up front, he does it in the dark
How DARE someone disrespect you like that??
Goes FREAKING spec ops
Uses torture techniques that won't leave marks or evidence
Person will wake up, strapped to bed, get waterboarded
Another day they'll wake up to Chinese water torture
Borrow a Ratchet strap from Donnie, straps person to their couch, beats them with a pillowcase of soap
This is as close as the creeper has been to soap! Disgusting person!!
Flip their mattress when they're sleeping. (More like chuck it across the room and make them face plant the wall)
Absolutely TERRIFY this person, probably scarring
Will do this for a while
They are safe no where
Will booby trap their car, their work cubicle, you name it, he can get in anywhere and WILL get in anywhere
Will easily evade police, security measures. He will be the ghost of justice.
Will also do this for an extended time, at LEAST several months.
This person will get to a point where they'll be praying to any godly entity for the ghost of justice to leave them alone.
Raph:
Yeaaaaaah. This person is about to get it
Raph is a direct approach, won't drag it out like his brothers, because he doesn't have to
Short and sweet
Is there when the person gets home, turns on the lights like a parent that caught their kid doing something wrong
Busted
Slaps the creeper silly, don't you ever talk to his s/o ever again!
Slaps them open handed both to disrespect them, and obviously so he doesn't put them in the hospital or worse
And people call HIM a monster! At least he had common decency and can read someone!
Then he'll fight Leo when he gets home
The two eldest bros will be fighting because Leo is NOT gonna be happy Raph went to the surface and exposed himself like that?!
Raph has the "I'll fuckin do it again" attitude
Aaaaand does. At LEAST one more time.
Puts the fear of GOD into this person, one more time
You can't stop him, you tried. Told him to drop it.
Splinter deals with him the second time around, like: "my son, yes they are awful but you can't just expose yourself and beat up people"
Spoiler: he doesn't care. Every words goes over his head.
Worth the Hashi.
His s/o is avenged and won't be bothered again
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First Lines in 2024
Welp, @delivish tagged me to give some sneak peeks in the making and thank goodness they did tag me because boy have I been writing! I know I'm practically silent on here, but I do miss Ao3 and I miss the amazing community in the fandom even more! Makes me wonder why I take a long long time to post (besides life being the apparent answer XD). Here are some snippets of two fics that will be posted soon!
A Series of Choices (CH.5)
Kenny lay on the couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he played Tetris on his phone, waiting for Karen to FaceTime him. It was eight in the morning and he had been up since five playing, his thumbs moving on autopilot, tapping the blocks into place. The smell of ash filled the room, smoke curling over his head, and for once, Kenny was glad to be home alone. It was a rare moment where he was able to smoke inside the house and no one was around to pester him about his habits. As Kenny tapped a line piece to the right of his screen, Karen’s face popped up on his phone. He moved his ash-filled cup out of view before answering the call.
“Hey!” Karen beamed.
Kenny couldn’t help but look surprised to see his sister’s hair now a different color. “Hey. White?”
“Sort of. It’s actually a really light pink. My roommates helped me dye it and cut it, too. Do you like it?” She asked, shaking her short hair from side to side.
“Yeah, actually. It’s different,” he commented. “So is that the first thing you did when you got off the plane?”
“More like the second. The first was struggle to unpack with two other people in a tiny space,” Karen said. “Here’s the full tour of the dorm, if you’re interested.”
She pushed herself out of the way and her laptop was able to capture the entirety of her room right in its place. He was able to catch the lofted beds, desks, and crammed mini fridge all in one glance. Karen wasn’t kidding when she said she was shoved into a closet.
“That’s it?” Kenny asked.
“Yup. The only thing you’re not seeing is my desk, which you don’t really need to see,” she mumbled as she shuffled a few papers out of the way. “But that’s it,” she confirmed and moved back into view.
“Bet you wish you had your old room back.”
Karen gave a half-shrug. “It doesn’t bother me. I’m just glad I got roommates that I actually get along with.”
“Are you saying your old roommates sucked?”
“Yeah, because at least these ones aren't pigs.”
Forgive Me Father for I Have Sinned
In roughly thirteen hours, Butters will be standing in South Park’s Roman Catholic church, waiting to be wed to a woman he didn’t love. His mother has planned everything, from the guest list to the music to the white rose boutonniere on Butters’ suit. His girlfriend – now fiance – of three months has been teasing Butters about her wedding dress, telling him she couldn’t wait for him to see it and even more excited to walk down the aisle without her promise ring. They will say their vows and seal their fate with their first kiss. During the reception, everyone will gorge on gourmet food as they toast speech after speech, congratulating them on their big day. Perhaps Butters’ parents will finally tell him how proud they are of him. Butters and his new wife will have their first dance before cutting the cake his mother lost her mind. No doubt the baker blacklisted them from any future orders. A perfect tale for any wedding, except when his fiance will appear before the church doors, Butters won’t be waiting for her on the other side.
I'm tagging @lozislaw because I know you beautiful bitch have something in the making XD Of course, if you wish to keep it a surprise, we'll all be waiting with bated breath <3
#sp bunny#bunnysp#sp kenny#south park#kenny mccormick#leopold butters stotch#my fic#tsosc#bunny south park#southpark
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Thanks so much for the tag, @lilolilyr! This is a really interesting one 😀
I just wish I knew how to do the fancy little title links to everything I’m talking about…
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
A tiny amount in comparison to many, but I’m proud of my 32 works! Considering I’ve had a couple of huge gaps in writing and posting, I’m happy I even got past thirty!
2. What’s your total ao3 word count?
233,653
93.7k in 2018
91.2k in 2019
0 in 2020 Yup, one of those writing gaps was massive!
23.2k in 2021
22.5k in 2022
2834 in 2023 I had to drag those words out as @lilolilyr knows too well, with all my whinging!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Just Berena. I can’t imagine finding the voice inside my head for any other 🤷🏻♀️
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Fight For - 968
You gotta rub me the right way! - 625
Murder on the streets of Holby - 611
Running Away (together) - 470
There’s The Rub - 233
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Absolutely yes. When my stupid brain wanted nothing to do with fic in 2020, one of the things I felt bad about was all the unanswered comments. I like to acknowledge anyone who has taken the time to not only read what I’ve written, but also been kind enough to comment. I know it gets said a lot, but even an emoji left on a chapter or one shot genuinely makes my day! I used to get horribly hung up on comments and kudos, and would get a bit upset if something I posted didn’t get much attention. After my break in posting I became far more chilled about it. I primarily write things that I want to read, so as long as I’m happy with a fic, that’s all that matters. Comments and kudos are just icing on the AO3 cake.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don’t do unresolved angst! The closest I’ve come is ‘Parting is such sweet sorrow’ because it was for Berena Appreciation Week 2018, and the prompt was angst. It was my take on Serena, in Nairobi, receiving the call from Hanssen, asking her to return to Holby. In my mind, we knew it didn’t spell the end of her relationship with Bernie, so the sad and mildly angsty ending didn’t count.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Everything? 😆
Seriously though, probably ‘Running Away (together)’ because it ended up being the start of the series that saw Serena and Bernie getting married and properly settling down together.
8. Do you get hate on fic?
I think I had one fic get a couple of 💩 comments, but that was when there was a period where there was a contingent of Serena haters who just had to make themselves known. If I recall correctly, I basically replied telling them to fuck off (in the hope they’d used a legit email address and would see my responses!) then deleted the comments…
9. Do you write smut?
I have done. I find it very, very difficult though, and essentially used my first venture into smut as a template for the second and third. It does NOT come easily (ahem!)
10. Do you write crossovers?
Nope. Again, I can’t imagine feeling like I could ‘hear’ any other characters well enough.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware of. I can’t imagine anything I’ve written would be a big enough target for anyone to bother.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
Berena, obvs!
I’m also reading a LOT of Rizzles these days.
Way, way back in the mists of time, I read a lot of Bad Girls. Also some Willow/Tara and 7/Janeway.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?
My desert island fic - ‘Bernie Wolfe-Born Survivor’ I desperately want it written, but can’t imagine my brain cooperating, sadly. It would need to be a multi-chapter, and I struggled hard enough to squeeze 2834 words out of my brain this year!
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue, I think. My ladies do love to talk! Quite a few people also seem to comment on the humour in my fics, so that as well I guess.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Smut.
Plus just writing anything at all these days. 😕
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Erm… as in including lines in a different language to the main body of the story? It can be frustrating, but if you’re on AO3 and using Chrome (yes, yes I know!) you can just highlight the text and get it translated easily enough. Not so much on FFnet of course…
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Posted - Berena are my one and only, my OTP…
However, I did dip my toe, many years ago, into trying to write a Bad Girls fic. I didn’t get far at all before it stalled. It only took me nearly twenty years to try again!
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
I honestly like everything I’ve written. I wouldn’t have posted it otherwise!
I think I’m most proud of good old Dead Ed (aka Murder on the streets of Holby) though. As well as being my longest, it also has the most complex storyline and took a fair amount of planning out. From someone who very much winged most things up until that point, it was a bit daunting. Plus the worry that people might find the reveal of the murderer disappointing was a bit stressful, I must admit!
Blanks to copy:
1. How many works do you have on ao3? 2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 3. What fandoms do you write for? 4. What are your top five fics by kudos? 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 8. Do you get hate on fic? 9. Do you write smut? 10. Do you write crossovers? 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? 15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t? 16. What are your writing strengths? 17. What are your writing weaknesses? 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 19. First fandom you wrote for? 20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
I’m not going to tag anyone, but I do recommend anyone who writes and has the time, to do it… it’s fun looking at the stats and thinking about all things fic related!
Thanks again for the tag, @lilolilyr, I really did enjoy this 😁
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Its going to be all good until Dot gets a chocolate craving and mentions it around Gale "Waterdeep has Everything" Dekarios.
Because he'll start waxing poetic about a tart he had or a delightful cake... and she'll just.
"Gale that sounds great, but all I want to do is curl up and pour syrup and whipped cream directly into my mouth."
"That... is also an option. One I haven't tried, admittedly, but an option." A pause. "So do you just tip the bowls or--"
"Chocolate syrup comes in a bottle you squeeze. Think a waterskin of chocolate."
"Huh. Alright."
"And the whipped cream comes in a can." A blink as she processed his look of confusion. "Think flask that's under a lot of pressure so when you press on the top, the cream foams out."
"Fascinating... and you'd just..."
"Just pour both in, yup."
"Why?"
"You look me in the eyes and say that it doesnt sound like a decadent time. Just a nice treat."
"Well yes, but doesn't it go bad? What with Earths lack of magic to keep things cool."
"We have this magical thing called science, you know. Making a box cold we figured out."
"Fair enough." A hum. "I just can't imagine pure chocolate tasting good."
"Oh no, no, chocolate syrup is mostly just sugar and coloring. It's just cheap. If you magically summoned me a cake I'd take that any day."
"I see."
"Wait. Did you think I was saying I wanted to just sit down and house whole bowls of chocolate and cream? Because that's certainly an image."
"I don't know what people on Earth do for fun!"
"Nope we all sit around pouring sweets down our faces. Just getting real sloppy with it."
"Now that is a wildly different mental image--"
"And a thing that some people actually did."
"Pardon?"
"We have strayed from me wanting chocolate."
"No, no, let's stay in this delightful new world you've just described." Astarion pipes up, having watched quietly up to this point. "Do tell me where these people get enough chocolate to do that."
A sigh.
"Its mostly people watching women get lathered in syrup and wrestling in their small clothes." A grimace. "I just always get distracted thinking about the clean up."
"Go on."
"Not like that, christ--"
"You opened the door! I just peered through!"
Gale, meanwhile looked like he'd swallowed a frog. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Thats.. something to imagine."
"I cannot believe this is where we landed."
"Less landed and more strolled in a straight line, darling, but Do pretend you didnt raise this specter."
"I just wanted a mouth full of sugar and here we are."
"A mouthful you say--"
"Astarion I remind you I have eldritch blast on tap, just whenever."
"You think I'm funny, don't lie."
"Fine but you're going to kill Gale."
"I am... perfectly fine."
Karlach trotted further ahead and waved her hands.
"Actually, can we get back to the women wrestling in pools of chocolate and cream? Because--"
"You're all horrible."
"--whats the win condition. Does the loser have to clean off the winner--"
"We are not discussing this while goblin hunting."
"Soldier, you cant tell me theres horny wrestling and NOT clarify--"
"I didnt SAY horny--"
"Implied it!"
"Eldritch blast on all of you."
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Backseating AU!
Here are a few doodles for an AU where the 3 Genius Gamers of Ex-Aid have a Twitch chat in their head, specifically a chat from our universe where they're fictional! More info under the cut:
Emu doesn't have the best grasp on their chat and sometimes reads their messages out loud on accident.
Hiiro: To your existence, I say no thank you.
Emu: "yeah well screw you too mr. repressed gay cake surgeon"
Hiiro:
Emu: … "hey i think we messed up guys"
Donating to the gamers gives them actual money in their bank accounts, and also can influence their brains a bit (hence Emu jumping off the cliff) Nightbot commands also work in the same way
Parad is the only one who can watch the others' streams and donate. Usually out of Kuroto's bank account
Kuroto: WHO KEEPS TAKING MONEY FROM MY BANK ACCOUNT!?
Parad: Chat don't tell him
Emu and Parad being extremely plot relevant means that messages directly alluding to the future are typically deleted by whatever entity is modding their chats, so they have to find ways to work around it (i.e. calling Parad's death scene a "Kingdom Hearts moment")
… Nico doesn't have this limitation on her chat. She gets bombarded with way too much information before her debut rolls around
Nico: Okay, so let me get this straight
"lmao straight"
Nico: Shush. So I meet this guy named Taiga around Christmas, which you all are calling my dad/brother for some reason, and during that same time a dude who's also a bike is gonna die?
"Yeah and it suuuuuucks" "RIP bike boy"
Nico: And also M is two people and the one who beat me all those years ago was a virus?
"Yup" "Parad :)"
Nico: … what do you expect me to do with this information.
"wait yeah she has a point" "Right, you're not a rider, damn it" "… not *yet*."
Nico becomes a Kamen Rider. Somehow. I have not thought that far yet.
All of chat wants to kill Kuroto with hammers
Emu: Why do you guys hate the CEO of Genm Corp. so much?
"WELL, *pulls out 50 slide powerpoint*" "oh honey you don't even know" "We are Legally not allowed to tell you" "shh, don't worry, just let us kill him"
#mako draws#kamen rider ex-aid#kamen rider ex aid#backseating au#had these drawings for a while and finally finished with them :)
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Letter She Wrote For Him
Saturday, Aug 20th 2022.
Do you remember the first time you fell in love with somebody?
Judging by your dating history, I bet you don’t.
Kidding, Big Man. Blame Becca cause she told me all of that.
No. Please don’t do it. I was joking too.
But anyway, I do remember when I first fell in love with somebody. He was my classmate. Smart, popular, charming. Kind of boy you’d instantly like just because he was smiling at you in the school corridor.
I was thirteen—such a naïve little girl. I didn't dare to talk to him, or even have a little chit-chat about our science teacher, who always gave us a bunch of homework. So I just sat at my chair, staring at him from the corner and adoring him like he was a prince charming from a kingdom of nowhere. A cute love story, wasn't it?
I know you must not believe it since I look like a different person now. But that isn't the point of me telling you this.
How about the second time you fell in love with somebody? Do you remember it? Do you know that people called it The Intense Love?
I just knew it two days ago. The old man upstairs told me about those Love Theories.
Anyway, I do remember mine.
Of course, I do remember it cause it was the worst love I’ve ever had in my entire life. It turned my life upside down as I fell into that intense love story. I saw all of my insecurities, fears, and the most important thing–self-doubt.
I don't have to explain everything to you cause I know you probably knew about it. Yup, that's about him.
I've always told myself that falling in love with him was the worst decision ever. And I hate myself because of that, because I fell in love with a wrong–bad person.
I remember that day when you came to save me from him. The day when I felt like I was the lowest person on this earth, even I felt disgusted with myself.
I was terrified. Whenever he was around, I've always felt like a rabbit, waiting for the predator to chase and eat me.
But then you suddenly showed up. You have no idea how much I was relieved to see your tall figure at the cake shop door.
The face you made when you saw him showed that you hated him so damn much, and you could kill him right then. But you didn’t. Glad you didn’t. Imagine how the owner lady would freak out if she saw someone got murdered in her little cake shop.
Kidding.
Okay, that wasn't funny.
After he left us in that room full of sweet scents-my favorite, I thought, 'Oh, I'd be fine now’. But the truth was, I had to feel anxious because you were staring at me without saying anything for ten minutes straight. And you gave me that look. The one that I've never understood what was the meaning.
Did I scared? Of course, I did.
However, the feeling was different when he was the one who sat in front of me. When I was with you, I got scared because I couldn't read your mind, your face, or anything. I was clueless. I hated that.
Another five minutes passed. Finally, you started talking to me. Wondering about my addiction to sweet foods. Didn't even bother to ask about what happened between him and me. While I knew you were deadly curious. And for the next seconds, you made me completely forget my fears for him.
Have I ever told you that I really love your eyes?
Nope. Don’t answer it. I know exactly what the answer is. How could I tell you that when we’ve never had a 'real’ conversation?
I always secretly called them October Eyes. Cause they remind me of the tree leaves in the autumn. God, I miss Nana. Sorry, Nana is my grandmother. I hope she doesn't get too upset about what happened to me.
Your eyes are too bright to be a natural brown. But too milky to be a bar of choco. So let's call them honey. Cause they're sweet and indicate depth and warmth.
Funny how I started catching feelings for you because of them.
When the sun was gleaming through your eyes, while we were standing on the sidewalk, looking face to face and my heart was beating so fast.
At that moment, I knew I was falling in love for the third time. The one that people called The Unconditional Love. Also, the one that made me laugh a lot cause there's no way you will be my unconditional love.
I’ve learned from The First Love that falling in love is the most incredible feeling in the world. But it's not always last forever like what would appear in the fairytale stories.
And from The Intense Love, I’d learned everything I want from love and everything I don’t. Or should I say that I am still on my recovery progress from this phase? Because the truth is, it's traumatized me. I feel like I couldn't love anyone else again. I don't deserve to be loved.
I'm scared to fall in love again.
And the fact that I was falling for you made me more terrified.
I once gave all of my heart to a man because I thought he'd do the same. Yes, I was wrong. I gave my heart, and he broke me, everything inside of me.
I have nothing left.
All of these months I was trying to heal myself but I always failed. I just made everything get worse every day. Until now.
Look what I’m doing now, writing you a letter that I know I will never send you. I don't even have the courage to tell you what I feel about you.
I'm sorry.
But I should love myself first before I let someone love me. Before I love them.
Before I love you.
I am so sorry for leaving you with those bad memories about me. I hope you hated me when I left you. Because hating someone is easier than missing them.
I don't want you to miss me. Or even wasting your time thinking about me. That’s why I’m doing this. Avoiding you every time you came to see me. I want you to hate me as much as I hate myself right now for making you suffer.
Lastly, I hope you’ll always be okay, just like what you’ve kept telling me.
I love you, Joel. I always do.
Secretly yours,
Selena.
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