#like i also say as a joke we deserved to see them fuck nasty but some of these terminally online mfs are serious

[idlestories]

lots of vague but irritated thoughts about the state of fandom and the idea that anyone is ever owed or entitled to representation or the story they want like. that’s not how art works!!

#this could be three separate essays about rep and ‘queerbaiting’ and ‘relatability’ and what tiktok and tropes have done to media but ANYWAY #like i also say as a joke we deserved to see them fuck nasty but some of these terminally online mfs are serious #‘art should be tailored to me specifically’ ok make some. or use your imagination to relate to characters unlike you. wild. #the FUN of fandom is imagining beyond the limits of canon. can’t do that if it gives you everything you could ever want all the time #not even about him but for example the way people interact with neil gaiman is deranged #mine

[zot3-flopped]

I have a lot to say on the subject of why Harry was behaving as he was in the last two or three years of 1D. (That Letdown blog is so biased, obviously, she’s ignoring so much.) It all depends on how you really, truly view all of the people in the band, maybe excluding Niall, who seemed miraculously exempt from all rancour but also interest.

I see Louis as a disruptor, a nasty little man whose idea of fun is to harm people and laugh about it. Lazy and untalented. Louis fans see him as a soft and vulnerable sweetheart with a vast intellect and sense of integrity (literally incredible to me). I see Liam as his sidekick, a young man who’s said openly he doesn’t know who he is, who followed Louis in his antics, but who worked hard on stage. I see Zayn as a person who isn’t temperamentally suited to being famous, talented up to a point, but not a giver in any sense. Fans of Zayn want him to be a musical genius with an off-the-scale talent but the fact is he’s just a somewhat good singer who unrealistically joined a boy band that got bigger than he could cope with, and anyway ended up sour because they weren’t going to be able to do r’n’b (can you imagine how pathetic it would have been for them to try).

Then I look at Harry, who must have been seeing everywhere, day after day, that he was the one with ‘it’, that he was the beating heart of the band - and he was looking round at these young men who were fucking about, disrupting stuff, taking advantage, staying unrealistic. So of course he planned to get out of 1D, which let’s face it wasn’t going to last because boybands don’t. But he never hid it, he did a lot in plain sight: building his relationship with Jeff, learning to write songs with others, changing his style, never socialising with the others, and of course being up front about not wanting to sign another contract. His fans were aware so the band was aware.

I just don’t see how any of that means he was underhanded about it. It could not have been more clear. That’s just the stuff we know about. If you think Louis is a little baby boy who deserves the world, then you must think Harry was being cruel - but to accuse him of being devious is to misuse that word. If you think Liam and Zayn deserved the most because they’re good singers, then it looks unfair that Harry wins all the time, but it’s a misunderstanding about what makes entertainment.

It’s my opinion that Harry took everything in, got the piss taken regularly by his bandmates, hated how they didn’t nurture themselves personally or professionally, wanted more for himself, knew he could deliver it. He wasn’t going to sacrifice that opportunity for the sake of a few people who would never, ever thank him for it. He worked out his contract and is only ever complimentary about his time in 1D. He made a couple of jokes/comments about Zayn but never about the others, and is on the record as saying multiple times that he enjoyed his time in the band, that there’s a strong bond between them, that they are in touch still (not sure I believe that actually but we do not know). Letdown mod seems fixated on him saying that he felt some shame and anxiety about contracts, but that doesn’t negate anything he’s also said. We are all capable of negative feelings whilst also appreciating the good in something: if we are emotionally mature, that is. In any case those aren’t the words of someone who is shitting all over his time in the band or slagging off his bandmates.

TL;DR if you are unrealistic about who 1D were as people, you might also be unrealistic about why at least 3 of them were not good to work with. It’s been years now, it’s been established that everyone knew what Harry was doing if they only had eyes to see: he wasn’t hiding it, and he was actually allowed to not sign another contract, people do that all the time if they don’t like their job.

👏👏👏👏 Agree with every word.

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #liam payne #zayn #niall horan #1d reunion

[marvinthemillennialmouse]

Thoughts on Marvin Lore - part 8

Whenever you see something happening that's pretty strange and hard to explain--and you get to the thought "maybe it's aliens!" trust me... it's not.

For starters, we know how to evade all your detection technology. If you have anything that can spot us, you deserve to catch us. You just haven't yet.

We aren't interested in taking over your world. At least... not yet. Who knows what the corporate overlords back on Mars will decide is the next most profitable business venture?

No, we're not crash landing here and getting caught by the government, we've already set up a channel of communication for things like visiting groups, resident aliens (literally), and even permanent residents.

I'm on a B-15 master card (get it? visa? master card? it's a funny joke and if you're not laughing, check your pulse, you might be dead) which says that I'm allowed to live here so long as I don't try to influence society to my culture's way of life.

Pffff... right... like there's any chance of that.

If anything YOUR culture has influenced ME to influence YOU BACK to push you even more to the left because I'll be damned if I come to this mudball only to have it turn into MARS.

Seriously... y'all are kind of on your way to it. You need to fix the whole global warming situation pronto.

Anyway, the whole "IT'S ALIENS!!!" thing is so played out, boring, and tired. I wish the people pushing this nonsense would find another hobby because I'm tired of feeling like I can't tell more of my friends that I ain't from around here.

Y'all have a saying, "extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof" and damn is that a good saying. So when some dude sits in front of a panel of big spooky important people and gets asked a bunch of questions dancing around "WAS IT ALIENS!?!" and he basically says yes... maybe don't jump straight to "IT WAS ALIENS!!" because I've looked into it. I've even had a few folks at the Alien Affairs Agency drop me a line wanting me to vet weirdos like him.

It's. Never. Aliens.

Unless it is. Like me. We won't be flying around, getting shot down, getting captured by the military and having our technology and biology reverse engineered.

We're going to be sight seeing, visiting your theme parks and resorts and tourist attractions, maybe picking someone up at a bar and then taking them back to our spaceship for a night of dirty, nasty, core-memory-forming probing/sex.

Me, I run a second-hand bookshop where I kick out fascists and nazis on sight because fuck them. I also run a side-business that I only tell select few people about depending on their needs and if they can be trusted to keep a secret.

"Hey, that's a nice gender you got there, would be a shame if somethin' were ta happen to it... you want some gender insurance? For just a few bucks, I can get you set up with whatever gender you want and help you keep it that way."

If you can't make the hormones you want from scratch, storebought is fine, and mine are artisanal crafted or whatever the hipsters call it. Whatever, it's sweet magical super-science and it will make your day... just be aware it might be a really weird day... for a few days. Maybe a week. Still working on the side effects.

#Marvin The Millennial Mouse Lore #Mouse #Furry #oc lore #alien #martian #trans rights #IT'S NOT ALIENS #unless it is #Who wants to get probed?

[chaifootsteps]

Bringing up something not directly related to ep8 - I'm very annoyed by the 'content warning' at the beginning of every episode, it just. It feels bare-minimum and like they don't actually care if literal children see the show.

And I'm not trying to say kids can't watch mature stuff, it's just. It's an animated show on YouTube with bright colours and funky non-human designs. What's the bet a tired parent has given their kid a tablet/phone and let them surf and suddenly found their five year old watching HB with all its swearing and really very degrading language (ESPECIALLY towards women which someone else pointed out recently)

It's just. It really feels like vivzie sees 'mature content' as not that big a deal because SHE isn't upset by it so anyone who thinks sex jokes in front of kids are inappropriate is just a prude! But like. It IS a mature show. It deals with some really quite nasty things aside from the swearing and sex jokes, and on top of talking about them flippantly, it doesn't really go into detail in warning about them. Like. People, kids or not, deserve to know what's happening and be warned for it, it's why we have content guidelines in the first place. Even shit like south park or archer or any other mature animated show COMES WITH A RATING ON IT, from M to R depending on what's in it (and what country you're in apparently).

Idk maybe I'm being overly cautious and I am probably coming off as someone conservative, I just do think the team should take the content warning a little more seriously?? Because there's no sensitivity team watching the episodes before they're released so there's no one outside the studio who might actually go 'hey stop this needs a real warning' before it's released.

Like the show can get as rough as it wants, go nuts, I don't care, I just think maybe it should come with a content warning a bit more serious than 'ya this is for mature audiences lol'.

Or at least have Something warning about flashing lights cos fuck the show has so much going on and I know people in real life who struggle to watch it because it's so visually busy.

I mean...a more precise warning for what's up ahead never hurt anyone, but at the same time I don't think it's Vivzie's or anyone else's job to babysit other peoples' kids. I also don't know that she could keep them out if she cared to; my little cousin, when I asked who the hell's been showing him Helluva Boss, walked me through the exact process he uses to bypass Youtube Kids behind his mom's back.

I think the abysmal way Vivzie presents female characters, transmasc characters, and consent are more dangerous to sneaky kids than the fact that there's sex and swears.

#catfishofoldin99colours #Vivziepop critical #actual blog post

[ihatedean]

we finished ep10 and i neeeed to say some shit.

of course they'd bring missouri back just to kill her. i'm the idiot for believing they'd actually do something fun with her.

i've only had jack for 9 episodes and i would genuinely die for him. not even joking. he's the only good thing to come out of the bunker era. also. mama bear sam??? wow. i don't know how i feel about dean yet- i know he grows fond of jack later, but i don't think i've ever seen him treat anybody like this. at least not people who didn't deserve it... it's weird.

oh god. they did that for me actually. my cringe little girl. he looks soooo dumb and its so so hot. i love the boots. i love it when he cosplays. i love that they had absolutely NO privacy in that motel. wow.

4. i want ketch gone. not in a "ohhh he's so evil i want him gone!" way. it's a "please please erase everything BMOL-related from existence" way. i don't like him, the only thing he brings to the table so far is mentioning rowena. but i genuinely hope he's here just for a few episodes until something kills him.

5.e8.... happened. i guess it was....... different. e9 and... uh. dinosaurs? i HATED the camera movement, though. there's that.

6. what the fuck was up with dean forcing kaia to get in the car. holy fuck. i know we're supposed to believe its because he's doing whatever he can to bring his mother back but.... jesus. he just. wouldn't do that. it was genuinely devastating to see him act like that- it crossed too many lines.

7. holy fuck. holy fuck WAYWARD SISTERS. ugh, so many feelings. we could not shut up while watching. it was sooo much fun and such a cool way to get the girls together!! i love that you can tell they have different dynamics w each other- it feels real. there's a gentleness in claire that she shows to the "new girls" of the gang, cool big-sister vibes that she uses to calm them down, ease them into it. and another one, deeper, reserved just for her sister alex. when alex and claire are talking you can FEEL the years of growing up together. they've said some nasty things to each other, you just know it. and yeah i ship it. but: it does sting that they've been building all these great female characters who are strong and funny and smart and caring, and then proceeded to give them an episode that felt.... ugh, i don't know. i hate the word performative, but i just wish it had been treated with more seriousness? like. give them a scary looking monster, at least. let them look messy. i couldn't stop looking at claire's perfectly curled hair throughout the whole episode. they're beautiful women, i already know that, they would look pretty even if you roughen them up, i promise. it felt like the show kept repeating "wow these women are BAD-ASS, right? right!? they shoot guns!" in a way that they never needed to with jo or ellen or fuck, jody. one look at ellen and i was straightening my back, man. i miss that. i miss characters that didn't need to show their scars to show how bad-ass they are.

Anyways. I hated season 12. But it was something. And it showed the hunter world outside of Sam and Dean, something I missed a lot. With season 13 I can officially say I'm just here to watch Jensen Ackles' mouth moving. That's it. Asmodeus might have been a fun character for a video game. I hate him in this show. I want Mary gone, or at least I want someone to remember who Mary Winchester is and write her as such. Kevin was there for a moment, that was cool. Mark Pellegrino was not paid enough.

#lb #spn season 13 #spn 13x03 #spn 13x06 #spn 13x07 #spn 13x08 #spn 13x09 #spn 13x10 #first time watch #what even is supernatural at this point #im doing a re-watch too so it hurts even more

[unseemingowl]

I’d love to hear your thoughts (as well as any predictions for the next season with them running the new restaurant as partners) regarding Carmy and Sydney’s dynamic in the show?

You mean I need to have thoughts beyond the fact that they deserve to have equally fuck-nasty and heartfelt sex even though it’s definitely a bad idea to sleep with your business partner, Anon??

Joking aside, their dynamic is lovely. It’s probably my favourite one on the show, which really is saying something when there’s so many good ones.

Honestly, I think a lot of it is in the eyes. Both Ayo and Jeremy have wonderfully expressive eyes and that does much of the heavy lifting. The way she’s so aware of him and his reactions to her work all the time and the way he stares at her so tenderly when she isn’t looking at him. They really see each other, instant connection.

Like, come on, can’t help but be obsessed!

I love how they’re extremely similar in their drive and ambition and what they want for their restaurant, and yet entirely different as well, which I think is very much shaped by their experiences in the industry. While they’re both shell shocked because of their journeys, Carmy tried and succeeded and Sydney tried and failed – she’s got something to prove, he doesn’t. At least not professionally.

I love how Carmy validates her skill and her talent at (almost) every step of the way in a way, but that he also tells her when she’s moving too fast, when her inexperience gets the better of her.  And I love how Sydney does not just let him steam roll over her, she knows her skill level and her worth and she is gonna stand her ground because of that. I think there’s real potential for them to both balance out each other’s worst impulses and buff up each other’s best sides going forward.

And piggy-backing off of that, Sydney doesn’t come back because the writers try to make her act the saviour to him. She comes back because of their shared dream, when they’re both ready to become equal partners in a new venture. Love that.

As for predictions, I don’t have that many actually, season 1 took so many delightful twists and turns that I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be happy with the direction the writers are gonna take things.

But I have really high hopes for the way they’re going to explore the challenges that comes with professional partnership when their dreams for the place – despite how similar it is for the most part – are inevitably gonna collide.

And of course I do hope they’re gonna give us the most delicious, torturous slow burn romance. Because as much as I enjoy the idea of them hooking up, I want the show runners to drag out the tension until I absolutely cannot stand it and wanna bury my face into my pillows and scream. Because they still have much more growth as people to get through before they can get to a romantic relationship.

They both eat Marcus’ floor donut, do we really need any other proof that they’re made for each other?!

#thank you so much for the ask anon #wrote this while hungover but I hope it makes sense #because I love them actually #carmen x sydney #I still think Carney would be a hilarious ship name for them #owl asks #the bear

[calypso-finale]

Ninety Nine. Part 2

Halle got into my bed, I just woke up and I don’t even remember falling asleep, I am drained really. Halle and I didn’t speak because I was such in deep thought after all that happened, I didn’t like to see Oakley in that position “how you feeling?” Halle asked “tired” I mumbled “well I stayed awake kind of, and I like text Oakley, well messaged him on Insta. He read it and ignored me but it’s everywhere, like it’s made news about this” shaking my head “my parents were calling me, but I wasn’t in the mood to pick up” Halle laughed “I know, your mom called me I said she is ok but tired, so she went sleep. She is fine but the whole fight is on everywhere. Then the pictures of Digga being arrested then ontop of that Oakley walking out with his brother and Wyge but like blood all over him, it’s just a mess but the headlines aren’t cute. They put jealous ex, and people are saying he is an obsessed grown man and that he can’t leave her alone, they aren’t in his favour, but nobody fucking saw the knife, like we saw it. Digga didn’t get arrested for nothing, so I don’t know why nobody reporting that” I sighed out “nobody saw that he grabbed me, that is why he came. I think he saw that, that is when Oakley came out of nowhere and jumped him. Because why else would he, he grabbed me and started to tell you to shut up, he was getting irate. I didn’t like it but I think he saw that and then he jumped in, but he isn’t obsessed, Oakley wouldn’t have come to me all night because he is stubborn, I am mad the headlines are that fuck my life. Not a single person is speaking on him having a fucking knife? Are you joking me” looking at Halle “nothing about that, they ain’t even speaking on Digga just Oakley, so he is getting all the shit from protecting you” I groaned out “I feel bad now, I didn’t want him to do that. I didn’t want him to walk away but he did. Fuck” I am not happy at all “they are being questioned by police also, from the last I know of. Just don’t worry about it, I mean he was there for you because Digga is crazy, like we all know what he is like. He shouldn’t be left alone with you, and I wouldn’t have ever, he don’t like you. He wants to get back at Oakley, that is all it was with him” Halle said “I hate men” I just said.

Putting my phone down “what is momma bear saying?” Halle asked me “she is asking how I am, that if she needs to come. I said no, it’s fine but I am upset for Oakley getting this backlash, he doesn’t deserve this at all, he did that for me. He probably saw me; I was getting a little uptight. He probably saw that he grabbed me and my body language, but my mom said that she is sad that he has been publicise that way and if anything could come out of it meaning club CCTV, so my mom is trying but like him walking out, I didn’t want him to walk out like that, I am mad he did that” shaking my head “he was angry though, like seeing him. He was very angry and just wanted to get out of there because who wants to deal with French police, they are nasty” she has a point “I need to see him, I am sorry, but I know he said that to you in confidence, but I need to talk to him properly. I don’t want this between us because we do make good friends too, he got it all wrong” Halle eyeballed me “he will never speak to me again, don’t!” she spat “how about you say to him how you feeling after what I said, wait you going to see him?” nodding my head “yeah, I told the hotel to tell me when he is back. When you left the room I did it” Halle laughed “and they listen to you?” she pointed “when they knew of who I was yes, I am not just anyone” Halle cackled “I like it, but will he want to see you?” I shrugged “he has no choice, but I need to have a meeting with Dior, I have one scheduled. They just emailed me and said it’s important so I will be on there in a few” Halle cringed “it’s a bad look on them isn’t it” nodding my head “campaign may be in the trash for them, but I will update you, I better look presentable, I look a mess” I got up “love you” Halle said “love you too babe” I am just sick of men thinking they can do that to me.

My phone is off the hook, like I am so busy with everything “give me a fucking moment!” Halle spat, looking up from my phone “we are nearly at his hotel so sorry, yeah what happened was my mom text me saying she got the footage, don’t worry we will spin the narrative and that there is some fan footage around of what really happened, but we will see what she does, she is literally my assistant, or she loves managing things. Dior said he is off the campaign, they apologise, and they feel really bad about what happened, and they want me to be happy. They are sending me flowers, they could not stop saying sorry to me, it was cute. But I just said it’s not your fault, you wasn’t to know I am glad you are taking him off, but I know you want to stick to urban but Central Cee is that, why can’t you use him. I thought why not, I feel bad, and he can model too. They said is that what you want, I said yes but he did nothing wrong as you are seeing. I told the full thing, and they said they will think on it, but I did mention to not ever say I mentioned it but then they said they actually was considering him, but it was a conflict between me and him, as he is my ex. I said no, he is my friend too so we wouldn’t hate it, I would be more then happy to work with someone I trust. I wish they fucking did let him, but I think they will be contacting him soon about it which I am happy about. He deserves some luck; I hate that the blogs are spinning it” the car parked up outside the hotel “you know what they are like, they are even saying two men fighting over you, I had to comment on that one. I said no way, there is no connection there so stop putting a false narrative out there” I feel sick to think they said that “hold on, how you know he would be in this hotel?” I grinned “he is predictable” I grinned “he loves this one, I called, and they confirmed” I smiled “oh you know your man don’t you” rolling my eyes.

Halle is staying downstairs while I go up, I doubt he will tell me to fuck off, but you never know. Knocking on the door, I stepped back awaiting. I am shocked he did that, for him to jump forward and attack him. He didn’t do it for no reason because I was feeling awkward, and I wasn’t liking it at all. I was about to knock again but the door opened, he just stared at me “hey” oh he has swelling all on his nose “hey” he just said, is he going to let me in or not but then he just stepped back opening the door wider. Walking into the room “thank you” I said, looking at my phone but then putting in on silent, I have had enough of it all “how is your nose? It looks ever so sore” turning to him, he let the door close “they packed it, I can’t breathe through my nose” oh he really can’t “that bad” he nodded his head “just a week they said, but it’s not good, like the feeling but I am ok. How are you?” bless him, he can’t even speak now “fine, I come to see you” he nodded his head “I just come back from the police station, gave a statement. They want to charge me for public disorder” he smiled “yeah don’t smile, it’s not funny. Why did you do that?” he shook his head “I saw what he was doing, I saw your body language, nobody else in that section said anything. They saw he grabbed your arm; I wasn’t having that fucking shit. I jumped in, I ain’t letting some dickhead like him do that to you. I don’t regret it, it’s fine” looking at him in sadness “but to see your face like this, I get it ok I do but it makes me sad” he put his head down, his nose is so sore, and he is breathing mad heavy “I bet you’re snoring bad” he chuckled “I think so too, and I don’t snore either” I side eyed him “speak on me we falling out” he chuckled.

He loves to make his face a mess sometimes “I know you did it for me, but I wish you didn’t, he could have stabbed you and then what? You know how much Aziel loves you and you didn’t think about him now you’re here a mess. I sound ungrateful but I get scared for you because he hates so much that he’s willing to do anything to get you gone, he has a knife there and he was ready to use it and it scared me. I appreciate that you was there for me, but you need to be careful, if it wasn’t for you then me and Halle would be panicking because he was being ruthless with us and was being mean so thank you, but he wanted you to come and you did” he looks so unhappy “Oakley what is it?” I asked “nothing, it’s whatever but I was there for you, I peeped his game” he pointed “and he knew you was looking. Don’t mind the headlines, my mother is helping you shocking for her but she appreciate what you did” he nodded his head “well I’m a creep now, I can’t win” the way he is talking now is like he has a no nose, he sounds horrendous “I can’t wait for your nose to be back to normal, I miss your voice” he chuckled “I miss yours too, gets lonely in bed you know” I gasped “how you switched it, that quick” he’s funny “well I’m just saying, you got your toys and I have nothing” he’s very annoying “can we just go to one situation, this whole thing was bad” he sighed out “I know but he was coming at you, I didn’t like it. I was protecting you” I can’t be mad with him “I’m not mad with you, I was scared for you” he nodded his head “shall we go to get some food? You wear a ski mask anyways, you will be ok” he looked at me like I was crazy “we need to talk, we do. But don’t think I’m being ungrateful, I just got scared for you. Lots of things went through my mind, just please” I don’t want him to think I’m a bitch just being ungrateful “I can imagine but I ain’t going like this so we stuck here” he walked off “Oakley, we will have a private room, just gather your stuff and let’s go, we need to properly talk” I said “about what? You said your peace” he retorted “how you been with me, your distance” he walked off to the bathroom; he needs a moment clearly, but we do need to talk. He totally ignored me saying how he is which sucks; he could have answers that.

Only I would get Oakley out, I mean the glares I got because he walked in like a thug to the back room with me. I chuckled “so you keeping that mask on?” I said smiling “yeah why not” he mumbled “you are literally a true Gemini, I can’t even deal sometimes, just take it off. How you going to eat?” He pulled up the mask just exposing his face “there, what you mean true Gemini, what does that mean?” he asked, “be like you, just stubborn but I want you to tell how you feel, after what I said to you?” he laughed “nothing, what you want me to feel. I don’t have any opinion, no comment. We cool, I don’t know why I came here. I am not hungry; I can’t really taste. Senses gone” rolling my eyes “stop being stubborn, please. You aren’t being real; we aren’t cool so speak” he sat back in the chair “nothing to speak about unless Halle spoke?” I put my head down as I ate a fry “so say that then, she told you. What I am saying is I am happy for you, you’re on the good path to be better for next guy, it’s whatever”. I sniggered “did you not listen to me when I spoke? Because to me you only heard what you wanted too, I said I am not looking for a man. Look at how they are, I can’t be bothered with them. You know how toxic I was towards you and now you act like this, what were you still at the club? Why were you there to begin with and watching” he said he don’t want food, but he is eating “watching init, he ain’t a guy you trust. I know him as much as he likes to think he knows me; I don’t fuck with his vibe and how he is, yeah. I saw what he was doing, I don’t regret anything because I am protecting you” I swallowed hard “thank you, I don’t want you to be weird with me or think I am changing myself for another man, that is bullshit Oakley, I am sorry. I told you how I feel, what happened to me. You saw it and you say that?” he looked away from me “you’re not a crazy ex, ignore the blogs and I hope charges are dropped and that the footage can be shown, the knife was there, I saw it. He dropped it, if he stabbed you” I stopped “he hates you and does not care, I was scared for you” I said “and I was scared for you” he said back to me, and it made me quiet.

He said he wasn’t hungry, such a Gemini behaviour “how is the toy situation” I regret telling him “what about it?” he looked at me “you know what you doing with it?” he is so cheeky “you need help” squinting my eyes at him “don’t be rude” he laughed “I am not being rude, it’s kindness. No strings attached, if you need a service I am here” he is so annoying “thank you Oakley” side eyeing him “friends with benefits thing” shaking my head “how was your date?” his eyes widened “how you know that?” he looks shocked “I have my sources so how was it?” he rubbed the back of his neck “weird, she had no banter and then she just wanted to have sex and I wasn’t wanting that, she was cool like but then she isn’t you. What can I say, and I think my sex drive is back, it’s bad” letting out an oh “yeah, I remember that, so like it’s all back to normal?” he nodded his head “so you haven’t had sex since Kenza?” he cringed “pretty much” he mumbled “wow you’re a reborn virgin then” he chuckled “piss off, reborn virgin. But like we can have benefits?” oh he is asking me to have sex with him “I am frustrated I think like that is why I am feeling that” he has put me on the spot “like that? You can barely breathe?” I pointed “oh not now, but like soon. We know each other and I don’t want no other, I like I know you said go to others, but I don’t want that, I know you don’t want that, I made this shit confusing haven’t I. Allow it, I just said really” now why would he do this “you know how I feel for you” he is so annoying “I need to think on it and you need to fix your face” I don’t know what else to say “yeah, yeah. I mean I could get others but I want you the most. So we could you know get benefits out of each other” I sighed out “stop it Oakley” I have to stop him right there “you know you the only one to get away with speaking on things like that to me, because I don’t really want to be knowing that anymore from any other” Oakley just grinned at me, I would have left.

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[calypsoff3]

Twenty Two. Part 5

It’s like Chris changed into a different person and I know this all so well, I have said it to him so many times when he starts to be mean and nasty, he just changes. His whole persona switches and I see it, I watch it all happen. It’s hard to calm him, I mean I am holding onto him “my hat and shades” he said, he looked at me “I want that shit Robyn, let me go” I am not letting him go so he just dragged me along with him, Rich is wanting us to go now but here we are just trying to gather our stuff “stay away from my daughter motherfucker, if I hear you speak on me. Call the cops, I don’t care. My niggas I will make sure you and yours don’t make it. I ain’t even playing like that bro” I can hold him, but I cannot hold his mouth, Chris is just saying things, he picked up his hat “control your husband” his wife said to me “you control yours, it’s a bruise. You should be glad it’s just that” I said to her “oh man, my shades” he said “we will get more, let’s go” I said to him, I want to go, and he is just here “you know what, I will admit I deserved that. I deserve that punch. But lay your hands on me again, I will have you” Rich is between them both now “no, you don’t threaten my husband, I will have you. Don’t think you will get away with anything on my watch! You both are nothings that have money. We will see which name holds; I will always come on top. Now fucking leave us alone, let’s go” I just want to go and eat or whatever, I am holding onto Chris like a child. Walking off with him “he thinks he can do anything; this is why he ran. Speaking on my family, I knew that it would be my daughters getting my ass to jail, I knew it. I ain’t going to go jail for nothing else, it will be them because boys can’t treat them right, I am just so fucking mad” opening his car door “just get in, and let’s go please. I am over this” letting him go “ok, ok. Don’t be angry at me now Robyn” he climbed into the car; I just want him in the car so we can go. I swear I have hurt my foot; the way Chris has dragged me around this place now.

Half of the food places I like to go to are closed; it’s early so we came to this small place here which is nice but it’s not my usual. Chris let me choose “excuse me, I know it’s brunch, but we would like to have the dinner menu if you can make that happen for us and also we want alcohol, we need it thank you” the waiter nodded his head “oh ok, I will ask for that” smiling at him as I took in a deep breath “how come you want dinner menu? Eating for two?” he joked “oh don’t joke like that please, you will see a meltdown” Chris grinned “nice to see you smile, take your snapback off” I asked him, he pulled a face as he took it off and pushed his hair down “well what an eventful morning for us, also thank you for this date” I grinned “date? Oh no I just needed some food and act single” he is such a liar “whatever, you’re paying. Well actually you have to pay I didn’t bring money with me because I was just going to go home” Chris sat back on the chair “it’s cool” he is calm now, I just know him “sorry about just erm, acting like that and you know. Losing my shit, when I lost my shit I just lose it and nothing in this world can calm me. I mean there is, I did hear you and feel you just trying to calm me, but I was too mad to even care because he spoke on mines. I don’t play like that Robyn, not my family. I am sick of people thinking they can play on my family, I ain’t letting it happen but I am sorry if I hurt you in any way” he apologised “you didn’t hurt me, I get scared for others more then anything Chris. You are like a whirlwind, you will destroy whatever is around you, because I get scared of what is around I then try and stop it, I try and plead with you even if it fails, you dragged me in my heels though, my foot hurts a little. I am sure a little massage will help fix it” Chris chuckled “oh really? Foot massage huh. Lucky I am staying away from you” poking my lips out “hi, my manager said he will be more then happy to make anything” I smiled “aren’t you the sweetest, thank you” least I can order something more filling, I am in this mood.

Reaching my drink over to Chris as he leaned over and tried my cocktail, Chris is boring he doesn’t do cocktails, so he is just drinking whiskey and then a sprite after “mhmm what is it?” he asked “erm Berry LA I think, it’s nice anyways. I am only having one” I defended, drinking some of my cocktail “if I get you a bottle of wine you will be stripping for me in the hotel and crying for sex” I choked a little on my drink smiling “shut up” placing my glass down “I can’t be getting drunk ok, I am just having that to take the edge off the day. It was a lot” we both sighed out together “what are we going to do with them” I mumbled “imagine if I ever bought another man to them, they would plan the murder of him. Since when did we raise these kids like this. I mean to be honest; they are clingy to you. They see you as dad will be here forever and I like that, but we have these things that do go on, but it’s hard” I am stressed out, but it’s nice that Chris bought me here “yeah, I just think Tianna isn’t innocent you know, as much as I am angry with Cody, I am angry with her because seeing those messages she was very intent on pushing for a hotel too, so for me she is to blame a lot, also she knows us. She knows we said no he cannot come, so yeah. Rylee she erm, she is trying to play it cool and be on the side, but I know her. I feel as if she did put the other kids in danger, we don’t know him. I know that Imani does randomly get up, she does go to their bedroom and sleep with them when she doesn’t want to wake us. So I just think Rylee needs to be punished as much as Tianna too, but not so much because she didn’t say for her to do that. I am so hurt Robyn” nodding my head “I know, she really just didn’t care for us” I mumbled “I can’t stand to see her, but we can’t keep her locked up in her room” which is he is right with that “what happens when you do come back?” I said “good question, I uhm. I have an idea, not just for me but just, erm. For herself and also she needs to know that this wasn’t good, like we are speaking so I was thinking. We move her schools, because I don’t want Rylee thinking she can fuck up, but we send her to boarding school” my face softened “what?” I said “we send her off, I don’t want her to go Barbados, go VA for what? A break away, I don’t want her in my house either, if you want to keep her in that house then you can but I ain’t coming back” he can’t do that to me “she will be back, eventually but that will give space for everything and maybe she will learn. I know you have a soft heart and because I am here you now are feeling things but that is what I want to happen, but I cannot be in that house with that girl and we cannot keep her locked up in there too” putting my head down.

This wasn’t something I wanted to hear “think about it Robyn, what is next? We send her back to there where the school knows, she hates us maybe. I equally can’t stand her. I have lost any respect for her, maybe time but I can’t see her without thinking my fourteen year old had sex in my house and was ok about it. I want that, and I don’t care if it’s overseas. Get her gone” Chris is really doing this, I just don’t know what to say “she can learn, look. It’s up to you too. It may be daunting and that I am making it me or her, but I can’t be in a home knowing that, I want her to have nothing, she equally was spoilt, we have two more girls yeah. Rylee is already a little unhinged at times but we need to think about them, for them to know that shit won’t happen. As parents we need to be realistic and do this ourselves, we ain’t going to anyone, but that is what I say” he sees the stress on my face, I am so stumped. In shock, I just didn’t think this. Clearly Chris is thinking broadly and wanting to make sure she feels it “but eventually she has to come back Chris, you cannot hate her forever” I just don’t know about this “when she comes back at eighteen, I am sure I will be ok” the waiter bought our food to us “but I don’t want this to be about me picking you over her, this is something big” Chris sat forward “I have already thought about it, we will take her to the best boarding school, she is going and if she knows what is best for her she won’t fight it” I swallowed hard.

We ate silently somewhat but it was an awkward silence between too “what made you think of this?” I would like to know this “because I don’t want her to end up in Barbados, that is what will happen. I don’t want that at all Robyn so yeah, also this is beyond a lot of shit you can do. She had sex in that home, she is so fucking brave. Robyn I can’t stand her for that, so I was like how can we get over this, I thought boarding school. I do not want her behaviour corrupting my other kids, she has been playing like that” nodding my head slowly, I am not sure about this “right” I huffed out “think about it I guess” I feel like he is making it him or her, I don’t know “I will, tomorrow I need to take her to doctors. When are you planning to take her stuff, you said you were” he nodded his head slowly “taking her there for what?” he asked, “she didn’t use protection, twice” Chris groaned out “are you fucking kidding me?” shaking my head “I asked her” I refuse to keep secrets away from Chris, not with the kids anyways “I am fucking not happy Robyn!” he spat “keep your voice down Chris” he got up from the chair “I need to just have some air” putting my head down, this is actually a mess and I am so conflicted on what I want. Seeing Chris’ hand rest on the table in front of me, his other hand resting on my chair, he lowered his head to me “she is going to boarding school, there is no choice in this. I do not care now, she is going. Abroad wherever, she is shameful. I want her away from the other kids” my face softened as he said that in my ear and moved away from me, looking behind me as he walked off.

Turning to Chris “are you coming in?” I asked and he shook his head “I just need some time alone, but call me if you need me for anything. I’m just at the hotel” nodding my head slowly; not something I want. I would like him home but he needs that time “I will deal with Tianna, we are her parents both of us but I think you should accept that decision because if I see that white boy again I will go crazy. Let’s be real Robyn, you can’t handle her. I am right, because you still had Rylee with her phone, her acting brand new when she is also to blame, right. So if we do not punish Tianna in a way that makes a stance, she’s going to see that and I’m sorry when Rylee was being rude she was shipped off to Barbados, and that was your decision and did it help? No you got shamed by your mother for being a bad mother, I do not want them involved. She was grown enough to plan this shit out, to plan for a boy to come to the house, so it’s my decision to say she will be going whether she likes it or not” Chris knows I don’t like this, he knows I am struggling at the thought of it, I don’t agree to it either. But then who am I, I’m weak really “she’s going to hate us” I said “I don’t care for what she feels, that girl had unprotected sex in that house, you lucky I’m not going in there, I am trying here Robyn. She’s always going to be an issue, and it won’t end until I end up in jail because she is adamant in causing shit” I am so conflicted in it all “this is all so stressful, I feel so tired. Like my daughters just shown this side to life, it’s bringing me bad memories for me. I don’t ever want them to lose their innocence because I know what it’s like, and she just did that. This is too much, we will look like bad parents” which is true “this is why we need to be united in this, but I don’t care. She’s going, and so god help her. You better take her to the damn clinic because if that girl is pregnant, I’m going to murder her too. You better deal with that shit” nodding my head, this is such a stressful time for us as a family.

Throwing my bag to the side, now I am between Chris wanting that and my daughter, at the end of the day she is my daughter and I feel a type of way in letting that happen. Pushing open the door “Tianna” I said, I feel awful hurting my daughter like that. I have guilt, but she pushed me, and I get she needs to be punished. Walking off to the dining room, I was very happy to have a meal with Chris, but I feel like it got overshadowed by this. Turning to Tianna “when did you meet Cody’ parents?” I asked, she put her head down “a few times, they really like me. They say I am misunderstood by big personalities, mom I really love Cody” she needs to get that out of her mind “look at me” I said to her, she looked up “it’s not love, he took your virginity. You will have a sense of clinginess with him, that is all Tianna, nothing else. You have just lied to me so many times, you have really done bad and laughed, you planned this whole thing. Cody said you wanted it, you said it” I pointed “I did, I invited him” staring into her eyes “why?” I said “why do you care, it’s Rylee you want more then anything” I scoffed “give me a break, she didn’t have sex in her parents home! You need to fucking fix your attitude; I wanted better for you kids. And you and that girl of mine, you both are just terrible to each other. I am-” my voice broke “you erm” why am I getting emotional “your dad is going to deal with you ok, just go upstairs” I mumbled, turning around. I just feel so emotional, I feel like Chris has taken that choice away from me now.

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[starfxckersinc]

🐍/ every day i think of some new gross thing u said to me when i was young that ive been kicking around for 5 years. you don’t deserve the amount of love & care i still have for u, probably above anyone else. u need to stop bothering me and romanticizing me and making shit harder on me bc u have no idea who i am. the last time u talked to me i was 17. u literally have no fucking clue who i am as a person & u don’t rlly want me & more importantly u don’t deserve me or anybody like me. cute that u kept everything bc i have probably 5 things left from everything u ever gave me, me & o burned most of ur clothes. should’ve donated that rlly nice sweater actually but i was livid. emailing me on vday & then turning me away when i was dumb and lonely enough to want to speak to u again was like shooting me in the stomach, i feel like you’re the one who abandoned me and u keep doing it over and over again. u shouldn’t even be part of this post bc by 20 I shouldn’t have heard from u twice. u have ur own life. we didn’t make one together. go live it

🦊/ thankfully i have no way of ever seeing or hearing from u again. fuck u for staying in contact with my abuser. fuck you for having to hear how severely i was abused b4 you’d block her despite being my closest friend. how could you repeat so many things that id already heard, be so callous & manipulative & lie to me about so many things. what im most hurt by is ur willingness to turn into the person who hurt me worst in the whole world and how that made me feel afterwards, like i physically feel like im encased in wax all the time, no interest in anything but highly idealized fantasies, no belief that other people actually value or want me besides their projections. it’s been over a year and I feel physically disgusting and detached from the regular experiences of a young person bc of what u did to me & how u treated me. you are so incredibly slimy and nasty and i can’t even properly type out what all i wish i could say. i can’t believe i spent months crying or feeling nauseous every time i saw something as simple as a tiktok abt drug use but u probably haven’t thought of me or what you did to me for a year. it doesn’t rlly matter bc it’s better for everybody if we just forget the whole thing, but it brings me immense satisfaction to know how much of a liar you are. im just so glad we’re separated from one another so i can slowly repair my insides, though if i ever got an apology from you somehow, i really think i could let go easier. that probably will never happen because you’d believe, coward that you are, that i wouldn’t appreciate that apology & that it made u a better person to not give it to me. again, fine. i wish we had never gotten close, it was such a waste of time and life

♠️/ short one! u were creepy af to me but u felt like my closest friend after all that shit went down & i was having hypomania/was totally unbalanced & fucked up. wanting to come see me was a red flag. hitting on me all the time was a red flag. involving me in decisions regarding my ex who was ur friend throughout ur teenhood was a red flag, telling me my insistence about protecting her would kill her, um, enormous red flag. the jokes abt fucking me, the only txting me nowadays to tell me I’m attractive, & then calling what id been thru redundant & saving face in front of ur gf like u hadn’t been paling around w me about my interests/issues already & hadn’t demonstrated that u were cool w them. it hurt me to lose u a lot more than i thought, and it still hurts, bc u really betrayed me. what did i expect from one of her friends, i guess? nobody was good to me after that shit went down. I thought u were my friend.

♣️/ even shorter: fuck you, you’re a dumbass & ur priorities are so? unnecessary & apathetic

🌪/ this controversy hasn’t cooled off enough to rlly dig into it but ur also a liar and a damn coward, ill be getting to you shortly

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[flatstarcarcosa]

ough thinking about my concept during defiance that slade brought me along bc why not, and the whole fucking time adeline keeps taking verbal pot shots at me every chance she gets and i’m getting more and more fed up with it. and slade’s like ‘just ignore her, she’s trying to get a rouse out of me.’

she ends up getting injured on some mission, receives a healthy dose of morphine for it and by chance we both end up on the balcony. (”have you been out here smoking weed the whole time?” “if i tell you joey’s normally out here with me would that make you more or less mad?” “as long as it’s just weed” “please, we’re both junkies, we try to share anything more than weed and it’d just get downright nasty.” “i have no idea when you’re joking or not so i’m going to say you’re joking right now for both of our sakes, mostly yours.”)

the conversation ends up drifting towards slade, because how can it not. it does not stay civil the whole time.

she tries to insist she doesn’t have a problem with me and it’s not me but also it’s him. says that it’s unfortunate i’m getting caught in the middle but “that’s just the price for being around him. you get hurt by people trying to hurt him.”

and i say, “i suppose no one knows what that’s like more than you.”

and she says yes, obviously, of course.

and i say, “yet you choose to do it to another.”

and she gets mad, asks me if i know what it’s like to have to wake up every day to see the man you once loved more than life itself flitting about with someone else, openly giving them the love he couldn’t give you, because he decided you weren’t worth the effort anymore.

and i tell her she’s wrong, because he does still love her.

“he leaves and he comes back and he leaves again, and maybe this time he drops off the face of the fucking earth for weeks or months at a time, but he comes back eventually. i know he’s going to come back. that’s what he does. he doesn’t just leave, he comes back. except when it comes to you. whenever you’re involved, i never know if he’s coming back.”

and i tell her that all it would take is her being able to love him again, and it would be like he and i never met. and all right, my being there is a reminder of her own failings, but her being present or not, i have to wake up every day and accept all over again that she is the ghost haunting every aspect of our relationship and coloring everything he does.

“and you’re not even dead.”

and she says good, she SHOULD haunt him. hell, they have a dead son that should haunt him too and i tell her she’s missing the fucking point, and i begin to wonder if she’s ever going to see the goddamn point.

“he doesn’t get to love me, that right died with our son,” she says.

and i tell her it doesn’t work like that. especially not with him. he knows she’s going to likely die hating him, and he knows why, and he knows what he’s done, and he knows that’s her right.

but he’s never going to be able to stop loving her anyway, and he’s never going to stop having a part of himself that can’t figure out why the fuck he couldn’t do it the right way, the way that she deserved.

“your only mistake was that you met the cute, broken little army boy and you thought you could love him whole. you thought he needed what other people do and that enough love and affection and a white picket fence would fix all those broken pieces that make him into a person. and that’s okay. it’s an easy mistake to make, i think, and it would be more surprising if it turned out you had an infinite reserve of emotional energy to expend to keep trying and trying and trying despite his faults growing and swallowing the rest of you one incident at a time.”

and she’s still mad, i can tell, but at least she’s stopped interrupting me.

“you’re not mad at me for being with him, i accept that. you say you’re mad at him for inflicting himself upon someone else, upon me, but really i think you’re mad at yourself. i think you’re mad at yourself because somewhere, you are still the broken little army girl that followed all the steps and did everything the right way, but you didn’t get your happy ending. your happy ending bled out on your kitchen floor while the man who was supposed to give it to you said ‘not now’ and like most people, the unfairness of it all galls you and will continue to do so for the rest of your life. your mistake wasn’t trying to fix him, and it sure as hell wasn’t falling in love with him. but continuing to make your entire purpose in life about ruining his isn’t going to bring that happy ending back.”

and she snaps at me that if i’m SOOOOO SMART and i know SOOOOO much about her marriage and how it worked, then won’t i just tell her what her mistake was? what was her original sin that planted the seed of the death knell that bloomed and destroyed her family?

“your mistake was you thought you could love him until he loved you back the same way, the correct way. you thought you could love him whole and that it would mend that gap. slade doesn’t need someone to love him whole, because he will never be whole. he needs someone that loves him in a way that’s just as broken and fucked up as he is. you look at it and you think he stopped extending you the effort, and it makes you angry, because who am i to get the man that you should have gotten? what you’re not seeing is that we got the same fucking man. the hands that were dealt just mean i can recognize broken toys don’t always need to be fixed. they just need to be cared for differently.”

she says nothing, and i go inside finally because. well. my high is ruined and now the morphine i stole from the med bay is my only hope to recoup the rest of my night.

to no one, and nothing but the dark of the balcony, she says that i’m wrong.

her mistake is that she’s never been able to stop loving him, either.

#txt.txt #ship: wilson & wilson at large #screaming cat.png #i just realized my ship posts may pop up if you search him bc of first name in post body last name in tag and if it does: #i am just minding my business please move along <3 #anyway also i think the two of us end up maybe having one more talk during defiance #and the final verdict is like him aside we'd probably never be friends anyway #but she stops taking potshots at me and i stop threatening to throw rocks and we both take well deserved potshots at him instead #ex/current partner bonding at it's most basic i think

[faintblueivy]

So Imagine...

A world where Bruce Wayne died as a child in that alley that day, Martha and Thomas Wayne grieve as normal parents. They DO NOT BECOME BATMAN AND JOKER. 

Nothing ever remains the same after losing their little boy. So, Thomas buries himself in his work and Martha drowns herself in depression and pain. They do therapy and it works a little and life becomes bearable but...not happy.

One day, Alfred badgers the couple to go out and relax a little and buys them tickets for a circus - Haly’s circus. Everything was going nice and dandy and Martha was in awe of this little acrobat as much as the rest of the crowd when suddenly the rope snaps and the boy’s parents fall to their deaths - right in front of him and the gathering. Thomas is quick to jump in to see if he could help them in any way but Martha can see it in his eyes that they are as dead as they can be. 

They return to home with heavy hearts and Martha can’t get the image of the little boy out of her head. His skin was a light shade of bronze but his dark hair and bright cerulean blue eyes reminded her so much of Bruce that her heart wouldn’t rest. So a few days later she uses her connections to know if the child is safe and well cared for, when to her immense horror, she is replied that he was shipped to Gotham Juvie due to the lack of foster homes. She is enraged.

She calls Thomas and Alfred and lets them know about the little acrobat’s situation and declares that she was going to adopt him. They hesitate a little but she is not to be deterred as she goes ahead and brings the little boy home. 

Richard John Grayson - Wayne. Or Dick, as he likes to call himself. 

He is adamant that he wants no parents and Martha is fine because not only that she is old enough to be not his mother but also because no child can ever be her Bruce.

“You can just call me Grandma then.” She tells him.

His eyes are wide but he nods and then smiles and Martha, in a long while, has never felt this happy. 

Her new Grandson, despite losing his parents, is a ray of sunshine with unlimited supply of energy and the cold and empty manor is warm and happy again. 

Dick is a little charmer and even after Thomas and Alfred’s initial reluctance, they immediately fall in love with the boy and one day, when Martha comes down to the morning breakfast, she hears a happy, deep rumble - one she has not heard in many years. Thomas is laughing. 

There on the dining table, seated beside Dick, was Thomas laughing. Her eyes water at the scene and Alfred, who is standing beside her offers her a handkerchief. None of them mention how his own eyes are wet too.

 ...

Dick is sixteen, a brilliant boy in academics as much as they disinterest him but an invincible athlete. Martha has been told time and time again that her grandson is undoubtedly a international level gymnast. But he is a teenager.

And teenagers steal their grandparent’s ‘coolest’ car and rush off into the night. But they don’t come back with a little battered and bruised, homeless kid tucked under their arm.

“He had jacked three tires off your car. When I confronted him, he tried to hit me with a tire iron.” He says, amused, as Thomas tries to convince the child to show him his injuries.

“I didn’t do nothin’! He’s a fuckin’ big boob liar!” They boy screams, his blue green eyes glaring daggers at Dick.

“Language.” Both her and Alfred warn simultaneously.

After hours of struggle, interrogation and fuck you’s, Martha learns that the child’s name is Jason. He is twelve. Mother died form drug overdosing and Dad is a petty henchman of some crime lord. He ran away from multiple foster homes because they are so abusive that the child feels safer on streets. 

Martha goes on a rampage over Gotham’s foster care after that. She did not donate millions of dollars annually for children to feel safer on streets. After of lot of talks and reassurances and promises, Martha acquires her second grandchild.

Jason Peter Todd - Wayne. 

Jason is tiny. Malnourished like Leslie said. But he is sharp, observant and hungry for knowledge. Martha and Alfred joke that Jason is Thomas' soul child. Where Dick had loved activity and movement, Jason liked quiet and stability - Martha thinks that running and fighting for survival on streets every single day does that you. So evenings often found her and Dick in the garden but Thomas and Jason in the library pouring over as many books as they can.

And to nobody's surprise, despite their rocky start, the boys become inseparable. They are outwardly different, with clashing interests and behaviors but Martha can see that they both carry the same cores of light.  

When the morning of Dick’s Parent’s death anniversary comes around, both her and Thomas find Jason on Dick’s bed, arms curled protectively around his big brother. For the first time in so many years, Dick wakes up to warmth surrounding him, not nightmares. 

...

Both her grandsons attend Gotham Academy so when she receives a phone call from the Principal, she is half surprised and half not. When she enters the Principal’s office, both her boys are standing on one side, Jason with his head hung in shame and Dick glaring daggers at the other side. The boy who seems to be injured is being coddled by his mother who is shooting nasty glares at her grandchildren periodically. 

Then she notices another small boy standing beside her boys, trying to melt into the wall.

Tim Drake. The only son of Jack and Janet Drake of Drake Industries.    

She arches a questioning eyebrow at Dick who shakes his head and then she turns to the Principal. 

“What happened here?”

“Glad to see you’re here Mrs. Wayne.” The Principal says, pushing his glasses up his nose, “I regret to inform you that your ward Jason Peter Todd attacked this young man here.” He gestures to the other boy. 

“Madam, Gotham Academy is a prestigious school and we do not encourage physical violence here. Yes, it might have been acceptable from where he came from but it won’t be, here. I hope you give us the right to punish Mr. Todd here appropriately.” 

Martha inwardly bristles at the jab at her grandson and says crisply, “Mr. Wayne.”

“What?”

“He’s not just Todd. He is a Wayne. Please remember that.”

“Principal Sir.” Dick cuts in and Martha is confused because as hyperactive as Dick is, he is a mannerly child and knows better than to cut in a conversation like this but what draws her attention is the chilling tone which Dick almost never uses. Dick continues, “Why don’t you tell our grandmother more of your regrets? Or the prestigious Gotham Academy believes that bullying is acceptable.” 

Martha has been told what she needs to know. 

“Jason?” she calls out to her youngest grandson softly, “What happened?”

Jason is quiet when suddenly Tim Drake moves forward. She can see he is scared the way his hands shake but determination shines in his blue eyes. She likes him.

“I want to say something.”

He narrates the tale of how he was being bullied and how the boy on the other side with his mother threw his science project model away and broke it and physically tried to attack him when Jason stepped in to save him. Martha felt nothing but pride at Jason’s righteous indignation. 

Tim also explained that Jason exercised immense control even after these bullies called him ‘street rat’, but the verbal spar intensified after Dick was insulted for his Romani heritage, but it came to fist fight after Thomas and Martha were insulted, and Bruce’s death was made fun of.

Her gaze snaps to the other three occupants of the room and they are all in various shades of pale. Apparently, the Principal had not done his homework.

“Principal” She says icily, “Yes, I give you the authority to punish Jason appropriately but only when this young man here”, she gestures to the boy who was now cowering behind his mother, “Is dealt with in the same way.”

After threatening the Principal in soft words but harsh tone about not tolerating to having her grandsons bullied the next time, she grabs Jason’s hand to drag him away from these people who don’t deserve his company, when her eyes fall on the little trembling Tim. 

She offers him her hand.

He stares at it, shocked but after an encouraging smile from Dick and a small shove from Jason, he takes it shyly.

And since that day, Tim becomes a member of Martha’s family. The boys stay together so much that even Thomas forgets that Tim is not theirs. 

Tim’s upbringing sends Martha’s grandmother instincts on a haywire and she resents the Drakes for their criminal neglect towards Tim. 

It is rewarding that Tim flourishes in their attention. 

She learns that his hobby is Photography and he is excellent at it. And he is a genius when it comes to science, computers and gadgets. He likes crime thrillers movies and books and often picks them apart with his scarily good knowledge about forensics that leave the rest of the family in awe and slightly disturbed. 

The dam breaks when one day Jason and Dick return back from school telling her that Tim was absent today and they are worried about him. When they later sneak into the Drake mansion in the evening, Thomas receives a frantic call from their oldest grandchild that Tim was burning with fever. Because Thomas is a doctor, they save Tim before anything serious happens.

This time, it is Thomas who sues the Drakes for Tim’s custody after him and Jason had, had enough of ‘Timbo’s shitty parents’.

“Timothy?” Martha brushes his sweat soaked forehead gently. “Would you like to be a member of our family legally?"

Tim is hesitant about this but he admits that he likes Wayne manor much better than he ever liked Drake mansion. He confesses that he loves Jason and Dick as brothers and sees Martha, Thomas and Alfred as his grandparents as well.

The long custody battle ends with both Jack and Janet Drake dying at the hands of two different tragedies, leaving Tim an orphan, but also with a loving family consisting of three grandparents and two brothers by his side. 

Timothy Jackson Drake - Wayne is adopted into the Wayne family as her and Thomas’ third grandson.

...

A year after they adopt Tim, Thomas comes home with a small girl on his side. She is clearly an east Asian in heritage with dark hair and dark eyes and is speech deprived. Thomas is clearly distressed after Cassandra - her name is Cassandra - is safely secured in warm bed in a nice room across Jason’s. He calls her, the three boys and Alfred to his study to explain about the small girl. 

He talks about how Gordon brought the girl to him and after hours of wordless, signed and clumsily sketched on paper conversations with the little girl they were able to determine that Cassandra was hiding from her father who was an assassin and wanted to drag the little girl down the same path before she ran away. The more he talks about the damage and abuse the girl had experienced at the hands on her own father, the more furious Martha becomes. When Thomas’ explanations ends, Jason slams a punch into the wall making a dent but no one has the heart to reprimand him for that. 

The following morning, Martha can see that her three boys have unanimously decided that they are adopting Cassandra as their sister. She is treated like a Princess, and given the nick name ‘Cass’. 

Slowly but surely, Cass learns what it means to love through Dick’s bright kindness, Jason’s quiet protection and Tim’s infinite patience. After her father is finally apprehended, the family celebrates.

Cassandra Wayne, soon after, becomes the beloved Wayne Princess of Gotham. 

Martha and Thomas often accompany their only granddaughter to her speech therapy lessons, so after six months of her adoption, at dinner, she places a kiss on everyone’s forehead - her three brothers and three grandparents, stands at the head of the table and croaks out, slowly, “Thank...thank you.” All of them stare at her flabbergasted, but it appears that she was planning to shock them even more.

“You...Love. Love you...”

The silence that follows her broken but sure words is deafening. Surprisingly it is Tim who breaks it as he scrambles out of his chair and launches himself at Cass, wrapping his arms around her and both Jason and Dick follow him, grabbing both their youngest siblings fiercely.

A quiet sob breaks her out of the trance and she smiles when she watches Thomas furiously wiping his tears from the sleeve of his shirt. The last time he     had cried was at Bruce’s funeral. And Martha is infinitely grateful that this time these are happy tears. 

...

Sometimes Martha wonders what would have happened if Bruce had lived. If these children are her grandchildren then does that mean they are Bruce’s kids? Had Bruce lived, would he have accepted these gaggle of kids that her and Thomas have collected over the years as his own? Would he have kids of his own? 

Her questions are answered when one day she hears a slight commotion in the entrance is surprised to see a young woman with a sword threatening Alfred.

“I want to meet the Master of this house. Let them know immediately.” She demands in an authoritative but silky voice, and Martha suddenly sees the Toddler clutched in her arm. 

“What is it?” Martha speaks as soon as she can when the woman notices her. She looks surprised for a second but immediately schools her features as the baby fusses.

“You’re alive.” She whispers and before any of them could make an indignant comment about her wordings, she says, “It appears that I might have traveled in to the wrong universe.”

Now that is interesting. Martha lives in a world where they are protected by aliens...so, it is certainly worth hearing for. 

Martha offers the young lady an invitation for tea which she accepts. She notices how the woman carries herself with lethal grace and dignity as if she was a Princess but much more. As they sit and Alfred leaves to bring the promised team Martha notices how the woman’s eyes sweep over the place. 

“How may I help you?”

Her voice attracts the attention of the toddler and this time, he is not clutched tightly enough to his mother’s chest to turn his small head and look at her. Martha gasps. Because the child looks too much like Toddler Bruce. But instead of the blue eyes like her son, this child has glowing green ones, like his mother. But still, the resemblance is uncanny. 

“Yes, he is your son’s.” The woman answers the unasked question.

She is explained the existence of Multiverse, and it’s workings and how Bruce survived instead of them in that world, met Talia (the woman’s name is Talia Al Ghul) and had a child but had to leave. Talia mentions the reason she came here was because her son’s life was in danger and Talia’s father wanted to raise her son as an assassin Prince and a tool for him to use. Talia’s solution to protect her son was for her to give her son to the Bruce of this world to raise, since the Bruce of that world had gone missing.   

“I can raise him.” Martha suddenly declares and the woman looks at him shocked. “I will not raise him into a life of violence but I can certainly protect him and give him a happy civilian life.”

Talia looks unsure, hesitant, but says, “I...have been a warrior since the day I can remember. Never once have I ever thought of my son not being a warrior. He was...born to be one.” 

Martha smiles. “He doesn’t have to be one. Yes, his life will be infinitely different than the one you imagined but...he will be well loved and protected. I can assure you of that.”

“Damian.” Talia whispers as he deposits the baby in her arms after a lot of consideration. “His name is Damian.”

She looks at her son tenderly one last time and places a kiss on his forehead and Martha’s heart breaks a little for the young mother. 

“Will you return back for him?” Martha asks as she follows the Talia to the door.

“No.” Talia whispers, her voice strained. “I will not. Any action taken by me is monitored by my father closely. If I return back, then he might know that I have left Damian here and I cannot let that happen. He is yours, forever.”

Martha gives her a sad smile. “You’re a brave and good mother Talia. Thank you for doing what is best for your son.”

She nods, not turning to look at Damian one last time as she leaves the manor grounds, never to return. 

Martha looks at the baby secure in her arms and her lips quirk up into a grin at the sight of two curious green eyes watching her with interest. 

“Welcome to the family, little Damian.”

When she introduces the new addition to the family, Thomas is dumbfounded. Dick is ecstatic at the prospect of having a new baby brother, Jason is secretly pleased, Cass is happiest and Tim looks unsure.

That’s how Damian Wayne - Al Ghul joins the family.

Damian fits in their home spectacularly. After few days of hesitation, like he had with Dick, Thomas takes to Damian quickly. He has an epic competition going on with their eldest grandson to become the baby’s favorite. Damian refuses to sleep without Thomas but his tantrums are only controlled and won over by Dick. Damian loves Jason manhandling him and giggles happily when the older boy throws him in the air or swings him around. Damian loves Cassandra because she knows what he wants before any of them do. And Cass loves to carry her little brother around to watch birds and animals in the manor grounds.

The only person Damian seems to not get along with is Tim and the older boy seems not be fond of him either. Because Damian wants everything Tim does and the older brother has to compromise for Damian every time. But Martha has to bite laughs a lot now a days because almost everytime Damian falls asleep, it is with Tim in vicinity. And she has caught the older boy tenderly covering Damian in his favorite blanket more often than not. Martha thinks that this is kind of cute but keeps her opinion to herself. 

Her little grandson is quite protective of his siblings though. Anytime someone upsets any of his siblings, they are threatened with scowls, growls and even bites and stabbings in extreme cases.

Like last time when Mrs. Park made fun of Cassandra’s  speech impairment, Damian almost bit her finger off. Damian hates one of Dick’s racist colleague (they all do) so much that anytime the man enters his field of vision, the first thing Damian gets his hand on is thrown at the guy’s head. With deadly precision. And last time when Mr. Link had called Jason ‘street rat’ for personally volunteering charity work for poor and homeless, Damian had smeared his juice and drool covered hands on the Man’s thousand dollars suit. And when one time, a reporter had infiltrated a Gala and chased Tim around to ask uncomfortable questions about his parent’s death and the Wayne’s involvement in it, Damian, noticing Tim’s distress had stabbed the reporter with a fork with no hesitation. 

Martha is still not sure if she should encourage or reprimand Damian for that.

...

As she sits on the head of the table with Thomas on her side and Alfred on the other end, she wonders how miraculous it is for her to have all these children in her life. 

Dick is engaged in an animated conversation with Stephanie who was introduced to the family as Tim’s girlfriend. Barbara, the daughter of James Gordon and Dick’s girlfirend/or not was helping Cass pile up food on her plate. Damian and Tim were bickering over something as usual but Jason trying to hide his snickers in guise of drinking water which made Martha sure that the something was Jason’s doing.

These people were her family. The ones she had gained after losing Bruce. She wonders, if there was a universe where Bruce got to meet her grandchildren. 

Would he accept them? As family? 

Would he love them? As family? 

She brightly smiles when the multiple sets of eyes turn to her waiting for her to blow the candle.

“Happy Birthday Martha.”

Thomas says warmly, his voice thick with emotion and she meets his gaze and sees the love, affection and thankfulness in his eyes for this family that they had created after their earth shattering loss. She knows what she wants as she blows the candle on the cake flickering in front of her.

I wish for us to be family in every universe.

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[realcube]

you flinch during an argument

navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you to anon for this request 

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

rintarō suna

♡ he paced back and forth through the living room, casting you dirty looks whenever you try to speak 

♡ you rolled your eyes at how far he took your singular comment on his volleyball career

♡ you were aware that what you said might’ve offended him and in any other situation you would’ve just apologised but considering how needlessly confrontational he was being, of course you were going to be mean too

♡ ‘rin, you’re being overdramatic.’ you muttered off-handedly, assuming he’d brush it off like everything else you said, so ofc you did not expect what he did next

♡ he suddenly stormed over to you 

♡ not only did he take you by surprise but also his furrowed brows and generally mad aura unnerved you too, so your natural instinct was to flinch 

♡ once he saw that, he immediately stopped in his tracks 

♡ his head slowly tilted to the side and his clenched jaw loosened, ‘(y/n)?’

♡ your hands were still covering your face but when you heard the suna’s soft voice, you realised what you had just done and craned your neck out to peer over your hands, ‘yes?’

♡ obviously, his intention wasn’t to hurt you but rather just stand in front of you. though it worried him that your natural instinct was to prepare yourself for harm from him. despite the fact he would/has never hit you. 

♡ ‘are you okay?’ he sighed, slowly approaching you as if you were a small critter that’d run away in fright at any moment

♡ you hesitantly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you intensely examined his every move, ‘i’m fine. are you okay?’

♡ suna gestured to the seat beside you on the couch, ‘i’m good. can i sit?’

♡ you simply nodded

♡ he reluctantly sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb, ‘i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.’ he said, his now hushed voice contrasting to how sharp and loud his words were just a minute ago

♡ you blinked rapidly, shocked at how quickly his demeanour changed but also relieved he realised that what he did brought you discomfort, ‘it’s fine, i guess. it just looked like you were going to- y’know. and i’m sorry too, what i said was uncalled for’ you murmured, the words just falling from your lips without any prior thought as your mind was somewhere else

♡ ‘i’d never do that.’ he blurted out, ‘but i get why you might’ve thought.’

♡ a few minutes passed and not a word was spoken - you just blankly stared at the wall opposite, completely lost in thought while suna closed his eyes, slumped back in his seat and revaluated everything he did 

♡ eventually, you snapped out of your contemplation and turned to look at him, only to see his sleeping figure beside you 

♡ it was probably the most peaceful you’ve saw him all day - so you decided against waking him up and instead cuddled up to him, accidentally falling asleep yourself 

atsumu miya

♡ you had your arms crossed over your chest, patiently waiting for atsumu to finish his hissy fit

♡ ‘it was a fucking joke, (y/n)! not that i’d expect you to understand my humour anyway. do you not get what you did? you fucking embarrassed me.’

♡ ‘it wasn’t a very funny joke, atsumu.’ you shook your head disapprovingly, trying your very best to keep a level-head but his nasty remarks didn’t make it an easy task for you, ‘you made me really uncomfortable so of course i was going to say something. also, i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself.’

♡ the fact you weren’t as worked-up about this as he was only irritated him more. because deep-down, he knew he was being overdramatic and the contrast between both of your demeanours only highlighted this fact.

♡ he gritted his teeth together, momentarily side-eyeing you before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles

♡ he cracked his bones when he got tense - you knew this - but there was a faint voice at the back of your head, insisting that you had to run away bc he was preparing to hit you 

♡ and it didn’t help when he jerked his head around to look at you 

♡ though it was only the movement of his neck, this caused you to flinch as a part of you expected his hasty motion to be followed by a swing of his hand 

♡ you never really thought too much of your action and assumed atsumu would pay no mind to it and continue to talk but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ he slapped his hand over his mouth and let out gasp as though his whole soul was exiting his body through his mouth

♡ your eyes were squeezed shut but you blinked them open to see when you mentally established that atsumu wasn’t going to swing at you and had actually stopped yelling

♡ ���(y/n)- i’d- i’d never do that!’ the volume of his voice gradually rose as he spoke, starting as breathy emphasis and increasing to a cry

♡ upon noticed his appalled expression and his frozen structure, you dropped your arms which you had automatically raised in defence, ‘you’d never do what?’  you voice was hushed, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you’d reignite his temper

♡ he rushed over to your side, immediately opening up his strong arms for you to enter, if you wished, ‘i’d never hit you.’

♡ both his eyes and tone seemed sincere so without even thinking, you found yourself leaning into his embrace, his arms holding you close - but gently

♡ you really had no reason not to believe him as he’s never harmed you purposely in the past and he didn’t plan on harming you just there; he didn’t even plan on intimidating you but that kinda just happened involuntarily

♡ he had so much on his mind, so much he needed so say at once, so much he wanted you to know. hence, it all came out as rambles. 

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n). i love you so much. i don’t want anyone to hurt you - including myself. i just want you to feel safe - i want you to be safe - so i’ll leave if you don’t feel that way with me around. i can understand why you wouldn’t. but heh, i guess it’s quite funny because i feel the safest when i’m with you. well, it’s not funny - i’m actually gonna miss you like hell - but it’s ironic. i wouldn’t even dream of harming you, love, but i don’t expect you to live in fear constantly so yeah, i’ll go if you want me to.’

♡ you blinked rapidly against his chest, pulling back to look him in the eyes and to your surprise, he appeared to be in more tears than you

♡ ‘i love you too, atsumu.’ you cooed, wiping away one of his tears with your shivering hand, ‘we don’t have to break-up. i mean, truthfully, i feel safe when you’re around too.’

♡ he let out an audible sigh of relief, ‘thank goodness.’

♡ a few moments passed of you just silently enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms until he spoke up once again while placing an infintite amount of kisses on your forehead, punctuating each kiss with an ‘i love you.’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he was sitting beside you on the bed but he had long before withdrew his arm which rested behind your head when you expressed your concern surrounding his hostile behaviour lately 

♡ ‘omi, i’m too ti--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that.’

♡ you sighed as you realised that this had spiralled into a heated fight which you really didn’t intend for it to become. all you wanted to do was talk to him about how rude he’s been to you and the baby as of recently and try to work out a solution but he had turned this into something way bigger than it needed to be.

♡ the remarks he was throwing around - as if they were nothing - resulted in a wrath bubbling in the pits of your stomach, which had been present and building up since the start of sakusa’s attitude problems 

♡ you knew that if this argument didn’t stop soon, you’d lash out on him and although you really didn’t have a problem with that in theory, you had spent hours trying to get the baby to fall asleep and you didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise 

♡ and though you hated to give sakusa (mental) praise in a situation like this, you had to admit that he was good at keeping his voice down even while angry

♡ so you decided that it was best to diffuse this situation quickly and pick it up at a later date, ‘you know what, kiyoomi--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that either.’ at this point it was clear he was just saying that to piss you off, and it was working

♡ ‘--i’m going to bed; i’m tired from doing all the work in this damn house. we’ll talk about this later.’

♡ sakusa quirked a brow, scoffing at your statement despite the fact it was completely true 

♡ ‘no, let’s talk about it right now. since you clearly have a lot to say.’ 

♡ instead of replying, you gave him what he deserved - the silent treatment

♡ you casually pulled off your slippers, tossing them aside, proceeding to do other nightly activities - while completely ignoring his presence - then reached down to pull the duvet over yourself so you could drift into sweet, serene slumber to imagine a life where sakusa acted like loved you again  

♡ ‘(y/n).’ sakusa snapped, his voice sharp and demanding, ‘listen to me. talk to me- god, you’re so immature.’

♡ your eyes widened; out of the corner of your eye you saw him quickly raise his arm

♡  during your three years of marriage with sakusa, not once had he ever purposefully harmed you - physically or emotionally - but you were aware that what you were doing displeased him so your immediate reaction was to turn away and shield yourself with your forearms

♡ sakusa froze

♡ moments passed and you had yet to feel the impact of his hand so you lowered your defences to peer at him, only to see that his arm was stretched upwards as he yawned

♡ his gaze flickered between you and his arm - he was truly at a loss for words at what he just witnessed

♡ a lump formed at the back of his dry throat as he didn’t dare to speak, trying to communicate all his emotions through his eyes which grew increasingly difficult as they began to burn with tears and ache from the elongated period of time he went without blinking 

♡ he wanted to tell you that he’d never lay an finger on you in that way, that he adores you and he was aware of how he’s been treating you recently but he was previously too arrogant to change his ways. now he was ready to change though, if it’s not too late. 

♡ but all that came out was a choked syllable followed by a cough 

♡ ‘are you okay, omi?’ you tilted your head, watching as your husband coughed his lungs out beside you, his puffy, irritated eyes squeezed shut

♡ he eventually managed to catch his breath and the first thing he did was offer his shaky hand to you 

♡ though you were reluctant at first, upon meeting his gaze, it was as though his fury had melted away. his eyebrows were no longer knitted together, his judgemental sneer was now a gentle smile he wore to try reassure you and the way he looked at you resembled how he did on your wedding day. all the resentment, all the stress and all irritation was gone - which left you with the considerate, understanding man you had married. 

♡ you fingers found their way to his as you slowly intertwined them together, ‘we should, uh, g-get some rest, yeah?’ you stuttered, your lips gradually curling into a weak grin

♡ a faint hum of agreement could be heard from sakusa as he shuffled so he was now laying down, with a duvet draped over him 

♡ though he lay with the intention of going to sleep, he kept his hand locked with yours all throughout the night

#sakusa angst #suna angst #atsumu angst #haikyuu angst #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x you #msby sakusa #hq sakusa #sakusa imagines #haikyuu!! angst #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu headcanons #msby atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu hcs #atsumu x you #suna imagines #suna fluff #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #👾angst #haikyuu!! x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!! x gn!reader #haikyuu!!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

counter point, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You enrage your perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, by being overtly sexual and inappropriately licking your kitchen counter. Why? Because you can and he's going to get horny regardless. He's going to chase after you with a spoon, so you better run!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; shower smut (fem reader, handjob, thigh riding, nipple play, marking / scratching, fingering, multiple orgasms, one pussy slap); too much wasted water, RIP; non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; please help Jungkook, he's just trying to eat shaved ice, not pop a boner (he does anyway)

yes, the title is a pun it's the best laid plans couple and they're crackheads no need to read the first one, but it's there if you want more

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“Don’t.”

You grinned at your boyfriend (Cheshire-cat-style, but make it sexy).

“Listen to me, do not do it.”

You extended you tongue (lizard-style, still sexy).

Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend currently making shaved ice, narrowed his dark brown eyes at you and barked your name sharply (angry-mother-scolding-their-child-style, but make it the hottest man on the fucking planet who you were down to get railed by every second of every day). His ash-blond hair flared out around his strong features, adding to his (horny) fury.

He could pretend to be mad, but you knew better.

You licked the kitchen counter.

“Fucking damnnit!”

You cackled as you licked the fallen syrup and ice combination that was on the kitchen counter, slurping up the fallen solider (a valiant fight, but Jungkook had missed the bowl by accident and he deserved an honorable death).

“I told you I was getting a towel!” Jungkook hissed furiously, shaking the white towel with the cute pink bunny character on it. “Don’t be a nasty heathen!”

“What’s nasty about our kitchen counters?” you countered (ey, yeah, see what happened there). “We clean them all the time.”

You leaned down again and licked the counter, pressing your tongue flat against the granite and making Jungkook growl, to which your responded with wiggling your eyebrows. He shook the towel at you again, but didn’t advance.

“Back, you fiend.”

You straightened and grinned, sauntering over to him and the towel he was using like a rosary and you were the demon he was trying to exorcise (he wasn’t pure enough to be a priest, but then again, that might be your fault).

“But I need the towel to clean up the mess,” you chirped, grinning cheerfully as you closed your hand around the cloth, holding it for a little too long, letting your eyes linger on his tense face, taking in his chiseled jaw, shapely lips, and flashing dark brown eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You smiled.

Ran your tongue over your upper lip.

“Like what?”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to murder you and fuck you.

(Not at the same time; that would be some serial killer shit.)

“Stop fucking teasing me when you’re not gonna do anything,” he grumbled, pouting slightly as you snatched the towel from him and wiped the counter that you had already licked clean.

“Who, me?” you replied innocently, grabbing the sponge to clean off the granite before wiping the spot once more. “I would never, ever tease you, Jungkook.”

He narrowed his eyes at you until they were lines and jammed his spoon into his shaved ice. “You never wanna fuck right after I work out.”

“Speaking of working out.” You pointed to his large bowl of shaved ice covered in syrup. “Should you have sweets right after working out?”

He clicked his tongue. “I drank my protein shake and I’m hot. Leave me alone.” He shoved a large spoonful into his mouth, still glaring.

(Oh, you’re hot, all right.)

“What a coincidence.”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted in suspicion as you spun around him. “Do I wanna know what’s a coincidence…?”

“I’m also hot.”

And you grabbed the bottom of your oversized sweatshirt (it was his) and pulled it up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear. You threw it at Jungkook’s crotch before prancing out of the kitchen.

“Alright, first of all–”

“Lachimolala,” you sang nonsensically, heading off to the bedroom. “I thought you wanted to be alone?”

Jungkook stomped after you, clutching his bowl and still shoving shaved ice in his mouth as he very loudly put in his two cents and pointedly ignored your comments (a skill he developed while dating you, mysterious why that would be).

“I know you’re hot, you’re insanely hot and that’s not fair, and, second, you can’t just take off your clothes and expect me not to follow you, and, three, let me fuck you, damnnit!”

You stuck your head out of the bedroom door and your tongue out of your mouth. “No. You stinky.”

Jungkook looked livid, still holding his spoon and bowl. “Don’t make me put this spoon down, woman.”

“Oh nooooooo, Jungkookie has a spoon, oh nooo!”

“Gimmie those titties! Get your ass over here right now!”

You ran to the bathroom and turned the water on, throwing off your underwear in record time, only for Jungkook to show up and get smacked in the face with your bra and panties (awesome, your aim was improving, all those hours playing FPS games was a sound investment).

Jungkook snarled and shook his head, blond hair flying everywhere, holding his bowl of shaved ice protectively as your underwear scattered around him. He looked ready to scold you, only to freeze and see you standing at the open glass shower door, fully naked.

Grinning.

(Checkmate, he totally wanted to bone you. His shorts were doing nothing to hide his massive tent.)

“See ya.”

And you slunk into the shower and hot water, snapping the door closed behind you, Jungkook fuming and crossing the space in two steps (damn, can you say legs, holy shit) and yanked open the shower door.

“You fucking brat–”

You smirked, water running down your body, tipping your head back to soak your hair, reaching up to slick it back with your tits up. His dark brown eyes ballooned to the size of Dragon Balls (those are pretty big balls, no cap). His shaved ice was rapidly melting from the steam.

A full ten seconds past.

(Kinda cold, bro, please close the door.)

You maintained your smirk, rolling your shoulders to cascade water down your body, down your breasts, dripping off your nipples, curling around the curve of your waist, streaming in rivets across the expanse of your thighs and ass, doing a little half-spin. Jungkook choked a little, eyes completely fixated to your body. You (completely unnecessarily, of course) placed a hand in between your breasts, splaying out your fingers, gliding it down your stomach, making a detour for your hip, sinking your nails into it (his bowl was tipping very dangerously now and the ice was half-gone), curving back to the inside of your thigh and squeezing your thighs around your hand.

(Okay, for real, you can close the door now, Jungkook.)

“Your shaved ice is melting.”

Jungkook started, picking up his jaw off the floor, and whipped his head to his bowl of now sweet ice water. He closed the shower door (finally!) and you breathed out a sigh of relief, finally wiggling under the showerhead to wash away the goosebumps and your frozen tits (you suffered for a good cause, but still), hearing your boyfriend straight-up slurp the rest of his shaved ice (it was practically a drink by now anyway). You pumped some shampoo in your hand and casually started working it into your hair before half-screaming as the door opened again and a very naked, very horny Jungkook invaded your personal space and pinned you against the shower wall.

(You weren’t expecting his speedrun of stripping, that must have been a fucking record!)

You blinked rapidly, trying to swipe the water out of your eyes.

“Jung–”

You didn’t expect to get anything out but you said one syllable before his lips crashed onto yours, spraying water everywhere as he half-entered the raining showerhead (still a bit stinky, tsk tsk), pressing his body against yours, jabbing you with his rock-hard dick (rude). You yelped in his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care (probably thought you deserved it, rude), taking your tongue and sucking on it, making you moan, driving his thigh in between yours and pushing it up, water suddenly gushing onto your heat and then hard muscle, you gasping at the contact, tipping your head back with a soft whimper.

Opening your eyes to a slight sting and Jungkook’s half-wet hair, dark silvery-blond curls around his smirking face, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Not so high and mighty now, hm?”

(Fuck, he’s so fucking hot.)

Your eye began to sting very badly.

(Shit.)

“There’s shampoo in my eye,” you choked out.

“Oh shi–”

There was a brief intermission of water torture as Jungkook shoved your head under the showerhead and you did the awkward dance of one eye half-open, half-closed, rinsing out the soap residue while holding your breath and trying not to drown (beauty, grace, and blindness, the trifecta, right?). You yanked your head out with a gleeful sucking in of air, pushing your hair away from your forehead.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked worriedly.

“Why is no-tears shampoo only for babies?” you complained, wiping your eyes. “Don’t they know horny adults get accosted in the middle of showering sometimes and need that shit? They need to put a warning or I’ll sue.”

He laughed, rich, full, and wonderfully sexy. “I don’t think you’d – ah!”

The second Jungkook let his guard down, you grabbed his dick (sucker), and started pumping him with a flick of your wrist, grinning wildly. He gasped and tried to back up, but you pinned his thigh in between yours and rubbed your slick pussy on his muscle, causing him to sway slightly and plant his hands on the wall beside your head, gasping your name.

“O-oh, fuck…”

You used your other hand to grab his chin and pull him closer, kissing him hungrily, a slightly awkward angle but it didn’t matter because you had him in the palm of your hand now (literally), jacking him off with one and the other stroking his jaw, shuddering at his tongue flitting in your mouth, snaking your own out to meet his, fuck, such soft lips, and he still tasted a little sweet from his icy snack lingering on his tongue. Your hand slid back and cupped his head, fingers in his wet ash-blond hair, rolling your hips on his leg and pumping his swelling length in the other, getting him extra hard again, both of you moaning at the lovely pop of the head being squeezed by your thumb and index, before going right back to furiously kissing as you increased the speed and pressure.

Jungkook always complained about how you never worked out with him, but you always rebutted that said workouts never started because you two were too busy eating face.

(Also, why work out when you can fuck? More fun, more pleasure, less hating yourself as you complete the thirtieth sit-up. Clearly, your boyfriend failed to see the logic.)

“Jungkook, ah…”

One of his strong hands around your waist, arching your back, kissing down your neck, matching your pace with his hips, moaning into your skin, raising his leg even higher as he leaned down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Now the angle was really awkward, but you refused to give up, readjusting slightly, faster, harder, his mouth all over you, sucking hard, whimpering your name, your arm burning (and he wondered why you had biceps, sheesh), and you clamped his thigh in between yours, the real pleasure being how Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back, your name tumbling from his lips, so sexy with his dripping blond locks stuck to his cheeks, tendons standing out on his neck with the strain, thrusting into your hand to increase the pleasure and your arm was going to give out any second now but you just couldn’t, not yet.

“So fucking sexy,” you panted, your free hand tracing his jaw, shoving your thumb into his open lips, sinking your nails into his cheek because he was yours, all yours, and he didn’t care if you marked him up, his eyes rolling back, loving your roughness, wanting it. “Cum for me, come on, Jungkook,” you growled, even faster, even harder, thumb pressed into his lolling tongue and he whined, deep and feral, a mixed gargle of your name and pure ecstasy, cock jerking in your hand, spilling out over your thigh and the shower wall, hot sticky strings before being washed away, you dragging his face to yours, removing your thumb to kiss him again, sighing in relief now that you could slow, squeezing his twitching cock, feeling it drip down your fingers and smearing it all over his now-sensitive skin.

“So good, fuck, you’re so good…”

His hands all over your back, running his nails up and down, ravenous, messy kisses. Your hand stilled, arm burning, but somehow it didn’t matter, adrenaline and lust too much, and you wanted to hold him too, snaking your arms around his waist and digging your nails into his broad back, both of you moaning in unison as your ran lines of pleasure across each other’s backs, hips to hips, wet bodies rolling into each other, your drenched pussy on his hard thigh and his spent cock against your soft thigh.

“My arm almost died,” you gasped, his nails raking down to your hips, sinking into your ass.

“Heh, sorry,” Jungkook snickered (you suspected he wasn’t very sorry). “That’s what you get for teasing me.” (And you were right, hmph.) “This is why you should work out.” (This guy…)

You raised an eyebrow. “So I can make you cum in literal seconds? Your funeral.”

He paused, shifting his eyes. He seemed to be mentally struggling with the idea. “You look so fucking hot in workout clothes though,” he pouted, leaning down to press his chin against your breasts.

Uh oh, Jungkook was giving you puppy eyes now.

“I can wear workout clothes without actually working out,” you frowned. “And you never let me work out anyway because you’re too busy ogling me, and then you jump me mid-squat.”

He groaned, kneading your ass in his hands. “Your ass just looks so fucking good in leggings though… and the way your tits bounce, fuck…”

(Hello, Jungkook? You could, maybe, just look at the naked wet body in front of you right now instead of fantasizing about working out. What is your malfunction?)

You yelped as he buried his face into your tits, tongue snaking out and drawing thick, saliva-covered stripes over your breasts that were quickly washed away, whimpers in your throat once you saw the hungry look in his eyes, his pink tongue now circling your nipple, lowering his leg from between yours, your hands flying up to hold his head onto your chest.

“Ah, Jungkook, please…”

His lips closed in and his fingers grazed your slick slit, pressing circles of pleasure into you, leaning your head against the shower wall, back arched to give more to that perfect mouth, moaning his name, his fingertips finding your clit and rubbing it slowly, working you up, sucking your nipple and flicking it with his tongue, waves of pleasure and hot water enveloping you, pushing his wet hair back to look into those dark chocolate orbs, clouded by lust and his desire to make you feel good, already knowing that when you rocked your hips you wanted more, already knowing that when your noises became shallower, more needy, that you needed it harder, closing your eyes, faster, hot and warm from Jungkook and water.

“Yes, fuck, yes, so close, so good, Jungkook, ah, Jungkook!”

You felt the flinch of overwhelming ecstasy, immediately trying to close your legs but he blocked you, planting his thigh between yours to prevent them, your moan turning into a feverish whimper, clutching his shoulders.

“J-Jungkook, w-wait, oh, f-fuck…”

He wasn’t waiting, still stimulating your now throbbing clit, lifting his head to press his lips to yours, whispering hotly, you’re so sexy, so beautiful, I love you to so much, fuck, your brain barely computing language, w-what, oh fuck, yes, don’t stop, Jungkook, I love you, fuck, so good, his soft smile on your open lips as your moaned once more, ramming your hips into his hand, eyes rolling back, pleasure shooting up from your core, and Jungkook’s fingers plunged into your wetness, moaning with you, stuffing you with three because you were so, so wet.

“Fuck my hand, come on, wanna feel you…”

You heard hand (seriously? alright, your funeral, Jungkook), and enclosed your fingers around his now hard-again cock.

“Wait, w-what – ah, fuuuuuuuck…”

Your misinterpretation seemed to be a welcome development, your hips moving on their own, pussy clenching around his fingers, your hand a vice around his hard, swollen length, his hips thrusting into your closed fist, and now both of you just chasing pleasure, wet, loud, and hot, the water adding to the noise, skin on skin, your pussy making embarrassing sucking, squishing sounds paired with the rapid slap of your vicious pumping of his cock, feeling so good it was hard to speak, but it didn’t matter because your lips found his lips, and you could tell by his trembling inhale and soft whimpers that he loved you, and he could tell from your breathless gasps and desperate whines that you loved him, and all that made it more intense, better, sexier, perfect.

Your name in that silvery, needy tone, followed by, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

His name, followed by, “Shit, me too, fuck!”

(Maybe not your best work, oh well.)

You slapped your hips into his hand, burying his fingers all the way to his knuckles, and groaned, scorching ecstasy overtaking your veins, sparking up your spine and into your head, squeezing your thighs together powerfully, clamping his wrist in your softness. His cock jerked, his gasp in your face as he spilled again, all over your hip and thigh, jamming the throbbing head into your skin and moaning as his orgasm continued spurting out, pulsing, his moan turning into helpless cries as you rubbed the tip on your skin, smearing his cum onto you, his scent so strong you could still smell it despite the water washing it away, loving the way his hard, muscular body felt against you, shivering and vibrating with pleasure, unable to help himself, practically humping your leg to prolong the sensitivity.

Heavy, shuddering breaths.

Water tumbling down, somehow far too hot even though it was getting lukewarm.

(Rest in peace the water bill.)

“Uh… my hand…”

You tensed around it. “I like it here.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, frowning. “I’m getting a hand cramp.”

You bit your lip and clenched your core muscles, making him gasp.

“Fuck, I love how tight your pussy can get. Feels like you’re going to break my fingers.”

You relaxed, laughing. “That’d be a fun trip to the emergency room.”

He snickered and leaned in, kissing you softly. “I love you.”

You relaxed your thighs and he pulled his fingers out. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

You squeezed the head of his dick mid-kiss and he slapped your pussy in response, making you gasp.

“Brat.”

(Hello, you two, you’re wasting water… aw, shit, here we go again.)

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2021.09.01 - birthday drabble

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in which jjk attempts to direct porn and you proceed to clown him until he shuts you up by fucking your brains out well dressed

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

[butwhyduh]

Fit to be Tied

Jason Todd x reader

Warning: Christmas? And the f word.

Christmas series 2

Jason didn’t pay much attention to holidays. Nope. That was for the living. He didn’t have much of need for it. But he did know that Christmas was quiet and New Years was busy for patrol. He guessed everyone ate Christmas dinner and and then got bored of playing nice. Or maybe that just wanted to start the new year with a big ass bang. Who knows?

Even when he was a kid, he didn’t celebrate the holidays. Too poor, mom too lost in drugs, and dad? Well fuck him. He was a piece of shit when he was around.

Jason kicked a beer can out of his way into the pile of trash on the sidewalk. They didn’t get the trash again this week it looked like. Daddy Bruce could play bat but couldn’t throw his money around enough to keep trash from piling on the street.

It was fine. He had more important things to do anyways. He had to buy a Christmas present. He didn’t care for the holidays but the sweet girl he had at home was a doll and fuck, if she didn’t deserve something. So Jason went down to the local pawn shop. Usually not a problem but it was 2 AM. Not exactly prime business hours.

So yes, Red Hood was breaking into a pawn shop to get a bracelet. He was leaving cash, $20 over the cost too. It was something you had seen earlier in the week and had admired. Gems of some kind shaped to look like a butterfly. You’d taken a minute longer to stare at it.

He left as quick as he came. And it wasn’t long until he was opening the window of your apartment dressed in street clothes. You were asleep. Jason had used the excuse of patrol to get out. But in the early morning hours of Christmas, he wanted to wake you.

“Princess,” he said gently. You moved a little before opening your eyes. You smiled up at him. Fuck, he didn’t deserve the way you looked at him. Your eyes looked so innocent and sweet. You never looked at him like he scared you.

“Jaybird, what’s going on?”

“I got you something for Christmas and it’s technically Christmas..” he said pulling out the box. You sat up, curious.

“It’s Christmas Eve. You got me something? I didn’t think we were- I didn’t get anything. I couldn’t-“ you said turning red. Money was too tight to consider it. The fact that the heat was still on this late in the month was a Christmas miracle.

“No no. It’s fine. Just being here is enough for me. I’ve never really celebrated Christmas anyways,” Jason said pushing the box in your hand. You held the box before kissing him.

You opened the box to see the bracelet you had been looking at the pawn shop. You smiled and stared at the pretty little butterfly. Jason watched you carefully for a reaction. He’d never admit it but he was more nervous now than fighting on the street.

“You saw me looking at it. I didn’t think you’d notice,” you murmured softly as you picked it up. Jason took it and wrapped it around your wrist. He clasped it on and you looked at it, moving your wrist in the light.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful,” you said quietly looking at it. You had a little grin on your face. Jason smiled. That’s the look he wanted. That little bit of happiness that you showed when you were really pleased. He intertwined his fingers in yours.

“Princess, you’re so cold,” Jason said with a frown. He could feel it colder outside but now that he was getting used to the temperature, it wasn’t warm as it should be.

“The heater was acting up again so I turned it down. The blankets are plenty warm,” you said and his heart all but broke. There was no way he was going to let you be cold all winter because the landlord wouldn’t fix things. He might pay this guy a visit. You sensed his anger.

“It’s okay, Jay. Come lay with me and get warm,” you said taking his hands. He let you pull him into bed. He kicked off his pants and shoes and laid on his side. You curled into him as a little spoon. His long big frame all but engulfed you. It always felt to protective. If he was holding you, he knew you were safe. Jason ran his fingers along your bracelet soft as his rough fingers could.

“You’re so good to me,” you said softly and his heart clenched again. Fuck, if you knew all the bad he did. His messed up past. He thought you would have run away when you first learned he was Red Hood but no, you had been kind.

“Naw, Princess you deserve more then this shitty place,” he said, and for the first time, he felt a little bad about giving all of his trust fund to the soup kitchen he would visit as a kid. A little would have been nice to get a better place for you. But he had been making a ton crushing the drug trade at the time and didn’t have a girl back home when he did it. He couldn’t be as reckless now.

You turned in his arms to look in his blue eyes. He has such an intense look on his face that you frowned. “Jaybird, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said pulling his face back to normal. “Just thinking. I wanna move you to a better place, a safer place than this,” he said running his thumb across your cheeks. You grasped his wrist and leaned into his touch. Jason would sometimes get like that. Thinking you deserved better. And you humored him even though you wouldn’t even know what to do with wealth.

“We’re moving. Soon. I’m promising now,” he said thinking about the painful conversation he was going to have with Bruce. His adoptive father he hadn’t even told you about. Bruce would do just about anything Jason asked. Probably the guilt of letting him die.

“But Jay, we’d miss the water that went from boiling to freezing at random. And I’m not sure if I can sleep without Mr and Mrs Jancowski having sex every Tuesday at 2 AM,” you said with a smile. He kissed you to shut you up. You were joking but each one felt like a little knife in his guilt. You pulled him over you and the thought of money troubles faded from your mind.

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Jason woke before you and watched you sleep. You laid on his chest with your hand in his hair and your soft breath on his throat. The bracelet was still on your wrist. You looked so peaceful, trusted him while you slept. Jason carefully grabbed his phone and texted Alfred. He’d also have to tell you about his adoptive family. His very famous adoptive family.

He threaded his fingers in your hand that was flung across his waist. You began to stir. Jason moved hair from your face and you blinked to see his pale blue eyes watching you.

“Morning, Princess,” he said with a rough morning voice. You smiled.

“Morning, Jaybird.”

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he started. “I want you to meet my family tonight.”

“Tonight? Your family? I thought your parents...” you trailed off.

“I was adopted. I never told you because I don’t have the best relationship with them. But I think it’s time for you to meet them. I’ve got to tell you something else,” he said and you could hear his heart beat quicker as you laid on him.

“My adoptive father is Bruce Wayne.”

Silence.

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. And tonight I’m taking you to meet him. And my adoptive siblings.”

“You aren’t joking,” you said sitting up. Jason sat up too.

“I’m not. I’m kinda the... black sheep of the family. He adopted me when I was 12. I was trying to boost the wheels from the b- Bentley he was driving,” Jason corrected. It was one thing to tell you he was Red Hood. He couldn’t say Bruce Wayne was Batman.

“Wow. I- wow. Okay. That’s a lot to take in. Also on brand to be honest,” you said and he smiled and shrugged.

“Wait. What the fuck do you wear to the freaking Wayne manor for Christmas Eve?” You said a little panicky.

“Whatever you want. It’s just family,” he said with a sideways smile.

“Oh no. I can’t go to freaking Wayne Manor in a Kmart sweater,” you said quickly.

“You can wear,” he said hopping out of bed. He dug way in the back of his closet for a pretty red sweater that was slightly oversized. “This. Should fit fine. Pretty expensive too.”

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“I’ve had it for year and it definitely doesn’t fit now,” Jason said with a laugh. “Try it on.”

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The weather sucked. Freaking sleet that threatened everything it touched. You were grateful it wasn’t a night of Jason patrolling. This meant taking your car instead of Jason’s motorcycle. Your car was at least 15 years old and you called it Frankenstein because of all the repairs done over the years.

The radio skipped as Jason drove over a speed bump by Wayne Manor and you burst out laughing. Jason looked at you from the side.

“It’s not that funny,” he said. “What’s up?”

“My car is trash, I’m wearing your old sweater, and we’re late. If you weren’t the black sheep before, bringing me home, you will be now,” you said. He grabbed your hand and parked in front of a random house.

“I’ve been the black sheep since I was a kid and you aren’t going to change any thing for the worse. Trust me. In fact they’ll probably think you’re too good for me,” Jason said with a dry chuckle. “So don’t worry about anything. Except making room for pudding. I know it sounds weird,” he said starting to drive again. “But it’s the best part of Christmas.”

Wayne Manor was huge. You knew that. You’d even seen it on tv. But to see it in front of you was honestly terrifying, especially in the nasty weather. You almost hoped Jason was playing some weird elaborate joke and was going to drive on by but he knew the passcode to the gate. He drove in the covered drop off spot by the front door and parked. You both quickly ran in the building.

The front entry was breathtaking. A gigantic Christmas tree and a full staircase decked out in garland like a Hallmark movie. It was like a magazine. In fact, it was in the Christmas episode of Gotham Life the year before.

You gripped Jason’s hand tightly as you walked down the hall. Your shoes sounded unnaturally loud and you had the urge to quiet them like it was a library. Jason pulled you to the doorway of a dinning room full of people settling to eat. Jadon cleared his throat.

“Master Jason! You made it,” Alfred said excitedly. “I recieved your message but it’s been many years. Sit. Sit.”

“Glad you could come,” Jason’s brother Dick said with a grin. He looked at you in curious excitement. You looked down at some kind of mushroom soup placed in front of you. Everyone else was dressed so nicely and ate so perfectly. It was intimidating.

“Yeah, it’s Christmas,” Jason said shrugging. He gave Dick a look that said don’t ask. It didn’t take much for Dick to drop it because he seemed incredibly distracted. You spent most of the meal trying to keep up on conversations you clearly didn’t understand while trying food you’ve never seen before. You could barely remember everyone you were introduced to. One of Jason’s sister(s?) gave you a big hug along with everyone else when she arrived. You couldn’t tell anyone what was even said after the meal. Or so you thought.

Until right across from you, Dick proposes to his girlfriend. He stuttered around before finally asking. “Will you marry me? Oh god, I have a ring,” he said producing one. Everyone watched as she stared in the box.

“Will I marry you?” She asked faintly and you worried she’d say no. How terrible would it be??

“Please say something,” he pleaded and you could tell the man was practically in pain before she said yes. They kissed, the family applauded, and champagne was served.

Jason watched you from the corner of his eyes. How did you react to this? What did you think? You didn’t look jealous or anything. It made Jason think of marriage. He hadn’t before. He’d thought about moving into something more permanent but marriage. He’d never thought about marriage as his future, ever. Of course when you die at 16 and come back with a vengeance, love is low on the priority list.

“Jaybird, you there,” you asked slightly tapping his shoulder. He blinked and looked at you.

“Yeah, I’m here. Just in my head,” he said and you nodded. He’d do that sometimes.

“The party is moving to the parlor,” you said quietly in a proper rich Gothamite voice and Jason huffed before covering his smiling mouth with a nose rub. The rest of the group was moving ahead of you. Dick and his new fiancé were retiring for the night.

“I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?”

“I’m so sorry, dearest. I can’t understand you with a silver spoon in your mouth,” you laughed. Jason rolled his eyes before guiding your shoulders towards the door. You heard a soft laugh behind you and you turned to see Tim’s girlfriend smiling.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’ve got to use that on Tim,” she said grabbing her coat and walking out.

After making sure you were cool with hanging with Tim’s girlfriend and their adoptive sister Cass, Jason and Tim started a very competitive game of pool. You couldn’t help but look at things that cost more than you’ve ever even seen. The chess set Damian and his girlfriend were playing with probably cost more than your car.

But it was Christmas and you tried to push your insecurities aside. It was a fun evening. A glass of wine you kept sipping on helped as well.

After a while Bruce announced that the roads were too bad and that no one was leaving. Jason clenched his jaw for a second before looking at you and relaxing. He didn’t want to stay but he wasn’t risking your health in any way. Instead he focused on the game.

“So if I win,” Jason said a full hour later. By this time, Damian’s girlfriend had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Your eyes felt a little heavy as well. “I get the penthouse.”

“Sure Jay. That’s Bruce’s. But I’m willing to gamble it,” Tim said throwing his hands up at the ridiculousness.

“I accept terms,” Bruce said. Both boys looked at him surprised. “Whoever wins gets the penthouse.”

You turned quickly to watch the game. Okay, is that a normal thing for them? To bet property. The look on everyone’s face said that no it wasn’t normal.

Jason was excellent at pool. It was a common for you both to go down to the pool hall and play some games. Jason would occasionally make some money playing and he did often as a kid. It was also a way to waste time when your mom was throwing beers back like a fish, like Jason’s mother did. Tim didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t as good and looked almost like he was in pain occasionally. But maybe it wasn’t a real competition? Maybe Bruce was trying to give Jason something he’d always want to but didn’t know how. Jason easily won the game.

“So the penthouse is mine?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tim softly coughed in his hand. Your heart raced. They couldn’t be serious.

“If you’ll live in it,” Bruce said. Damian was carefully carrying his girlfriend upstairs.

“Deal,” Jason says quickly.

“Deal,” Bruce said looking quiet pleased. Was this his plan all along?

“I guess, deal?” Tim said confused. “Though you should owe me. You’re the one that got me shot.”

Your brain broke. He was shot? And it was Jason’s fault?

“What?! You got him shot?” Tim’s girlfriend asked loudly. Tim blanched.

“Not my fault.”

“Literally your fault,” Tim countered.

“What did you do?” You asked looking at him suspiciously. He offered you a sheepish smile.

“I might have said ‘what are you gonna do, shoot us?’ I meant me. Not Tim! He also has a bulletproof suit,” Jason said. Tim must be a vigilante too. You glared at Jason.

“That’s not in the report,” Bruce said with his eyes narrowing.

“Good night everybody. Merry Christmas,” Jason said pulling you from the room and up to his childhood room.

“You’re in so much trouble,” you said and he grinned.

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow. How do you feel about a penthouse? Better than our current place hu?” Jason said pulling you close. You felt dizzy at the idea.

“Seriously? We can’t afford it,” you said trying to stay grounded. It was too good to be true. Things like that didn’t happen to people like you.

“I think I know a guy who can keep the lights on,” he joked and you gave him a serious look. “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy the idea of constant hot water. Lights never going off,” Jason said pushing you towards the bed. “No one can hear me make you scream.”

“Tempting. Very tempting,” you said and of fucking course it was. A safe beautiful clean penthouse over your trashy scary apartment wasn’t even a contest. Jason pushed you on the bed and hovered over you.

“What are you doing,” you asked flushed but still encouraging him. It was still his dad’s house and he was getting handsy.

“Trying to have sex with my girlfriend on my old bed like every guy ever has dreamed of,” Jason said. He nipped at your throat. You gasped.

“Got to be quiet, Princess,” he whispered and you pulled him down to kiss more.

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The next morning you woke to an empty bed. You fixed your hair as best you could and threw on Jason’s sweatshirt before going downstairs. You caught a glimpse of the kitchen as Bruce slowly slid a set of keys Jason’s way before taking a long drink from his coffee. “I’m glad you made home for Christmas this year, Jason.” The penthouse.

“Morning,” Bruce said to you nodding before leaving the room. Jason was alone in the kitchen but you could hear others in the breakfast nook a door over.

“Keys,” Jason said showing you. “And no lecture.”

You gave him a hug and looked at the shiny metal keys. It would be a while before you could handle the idea of a freaking penthouse being yours. “But you should get something for Tim. You did get him shot.”

“Let him shoot me?”

“Jason, no.”

#fns #Jason Todd x reader #Jason Todd #red hood #red hood x reader #Jason todd fluff #christmas series

[mohluskiepedard]

Rating ATLA Characters literally only from what I’ve seen in fandom

or: posts that probably shouldn’t be on my writeblr except I don’t have a sideblog

the context here is it’s half midnight and I have never seen ATLA except I have opinions now apparently so here we go whoop de do- 

I’m also not actually rating them like numerically that’s too much work i’m just stating opinions I know I’m a fraud

AANG

- A child?  - A son?  - he is Baby. but also. he has had It Rough  - would make the updog joke - has unspeakable power or smth and everyone says he’s better than the Korra girl who comes after him but honestly tastes like sexism to me - doesn’t kill people because he’s like twelve, right? he’s like twelve so he refuses to kill people - I stan honestly - less twelve year olds should kill people - Some people say his name WRONG and they are BAD but i don’t actually know what the right way or the wrong way is so. have fun w that yall - lived in peace unTIL THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED 

KATARA

- She is also like twelve???  - Is everyone here twelve - Cortana?? Katana?? Catbug??  - She has good hair, - Her mother is dead??? her mother is dead n she has a brother but she cares about her mother being dead WAY more than him (or apparently the entire fandom??) - Badass - She seems soft. good. sweet - she’s a water breather or whatever??? her brother is NOT but he is a meme - I love her 

SOKKA

- NGL looks like a fuckboy  - The meme brother! does not do the water things, but he has an aXe???  - dates BAMF lady - ngl until I talked to my ATLA watching friend I thought he canonically dated Zuko  - kinda mad he doesn’t - I haven’t actually seen anything about him except like. in zuko ship posts and also Suki appreciation posts - joined the white lotus not-a-cult by accident???  - dark ATLA tumblr show me more Sokka posts - is his name prounounced the same way as Soccer or isn’t it I need to know - HIS FIRST GIRLFRIEND TURNED INTO THE MOON - (AND THAT’S ROUGH, BUDDY) - He and Suki are a good ship, but also, Sokka Has Two Hands

SUKI

- the BAMF herself - she says STOP in that photo but also to sexism - Rlly all I see of her in fanon is abt her teaching Sokka to drink his respect women juice and I appreciate her doing that but also it’s sad she never gets talked about outside of what she did for a man - I hope she has other badass moments w/o him it would suck if she didn’t - she is NOT the girlfriend who turned into the moon, she is the one who didn’t - I don’t know much else about her ATLA Fandom y’all should appreciate her more

ZUKO

- Look at him... my son... - He has a good redemption arc - he and his sister are evil lesbian and redeemed gay guy??? - has a straight canon ship but should’ve been with Sokka this boy is gay - I Want To Protect Him - That’s literally it - he has a cool uncle and his dad sucks  - people ship him with Katara and I Do Not Get It that’s his sister in law except not really - “We don’t trust Zuko’s change of heart” [the next day] “so Zuko is my closest friend now,”  - His dad was like “fuck up the avatar to prove your worth to me” and Aang was like “counter argument you already have worth and we should fuck up your dad” and I think that’s beautiful - he becomes the fire man and he’s very good at it - Zuko for President 2020 - in the words of myself, half an hour ago: “ I was like "that kid with the burn on his face seems like a sad but then happy mlm who needs found family" and I was RIGHT” - took too long to find a happy picture of him :( Zuko rights NOW please - His mother’s story got compared to an OC of mine and all I can say is oh no and they deserve better based on that alone - I have had Zuko for five minutes but if anything else happens to him I will kill everyone in this throne room and then myself

TOPH

- She is badass but like also will murder you while laughing maniacally? - for some reason reminds me of Nott from Critical Role, another show I Have Not Seen - Is blind but gets more out of making jokes abt being blind than she would from being able to see - “Sight is just a cheap tactic to make weak benders stronger!!!” - Literally the opposite of Aang and has killed many people?? - She Can Tell When You’re Lying. But I do not know how and Am simply mildly threatened by this - Therapist: Toph’s ability to know if you’re lying isn’t real and can’t hurt you. Toph’s ability to know if I’m lying:  - She and Zuko.... buddies???  - if not they should be - tiny sad boy needs friends like toph

AZULA

- Evil Lesbian Culture - [BDG Voice] You committed a war crime! Oopsie! - took be gay do crime too literally - her and Zuko have accurate sibling writin except instead of “you ever want to murder your sibling for breathing in the same space as you,” being a Joke Azula took it seriously - okay but with a name like azula she should be the blue bender this ANNOYS me she should NOT be red bender - AZULa  - AZUL - IT MEANS BLUE - She was half of y’alls gay awakenings and it SHOWS - Should have maybe been redeemed too??? Jury is out no one knows - Was she gay for Ty Lee or wasn’t she I can’t tell how much of that Audio is a joke - IS SHE ALSO TWELVE??? IS EVERYONE HERE TWELVE?? IS THIS TWELVE YEAR OLD COMITTING ATROCITIES? 

UNCLE IROH

- A Good Man - Finally, Some Good Fucking [Adult Figures]  - he has the tea. literally and figuratively - Ozai is like “and I will permanently disfigure my son and throw him out” and Iroh is like “What The Fuck, Ozai,” thus voicing the entire audience’s thoughts - Literally the only adult in this that I trust - I? I love him. this is all I have to say. my love for him is unending. Some1 protect this man from all harm   - he’s Zuko’s uncle (and also Azula ig) but he does not seem related to Ozai. is it just a theme in this family that one sibling is chill and one sibling commits horrendous atrocities against your fellow human beings or  - something happened to his son???? :((((( I Don’t Want Him To Have Suffered Like This

OZAI

- A BAD MAN - Uh Oh (stinky)  - THE WORST OF THE MEN  - I do not like him - Bastard man. nasty. committed war crimes and then went “but what if - get this - i also abused my son,”  - I would like him to Not Be Like This - by Like This I mean present and alive  - :/ 

TY LEE

- She’s NOT the There Is No War In Ba Sing Se lady and I don’t know why i thought she WAS but until I looked up her photo I thought that was her  - She looks like a sweetheart tho - I hope nothing bad happens to her????  - talks about auras??? or smth??? let her vibe - She would talk animatedly to me about warrior cats if she was in my year seven class and I was sat alone and I would understand none of it but appreciate her anyway - if azula bullies her I’ll be :( at Azula and Azula will not care because she has Mommy Issues and therefore is slightly unhinged - She seems like that one kid with no trauma vibing at the edge of [every other kid having trauma] and not really getting it but trying her best - Is she also twelve?????? She maybe looks twelve

CABBAGE MAN 

- HIS CABBAGES - fulfills my favourite trope: ordinary person repeatedly has life disrupted by the inconveniences of relying on actual children to save the world - probably has a campaign post canon for letting trained adults fix the worlds’ problems in the future - or sets up the Very First Cabbage Insurance Company - look at him. he loves his cabbages so much. you go you funky lil cabbage man

ALSO THE MOST IMPORTANT ONES MOMO

- LOOK AT HIM HE’S SO GOOD - small. fluffy. big ears - Lord Momo of the Momo Dynasty: his Momoness - a Good Boy...

APPA

- he looks so soft... - he can fly but he just does it by??? vibing through the air?? motionless??? iconic - I saw that one post about mishearing it as Abba and thinking he was Aang’s dad and he looks like he would be a good stand in dad ngl - he’s so LORGE - a chonky boy - love him

that is everyone I have heard of it and if I left someone out it’s a sign that y’all should talk about em more bc I have no clue they exist put more ATLA On my Dash ig I’ll do Legend of Korra ig maybe apparently that one has canon wlw and i love me some canon wlw

#ATLA #avatar the last airbender #Avatar #Aang #Zuko #Katara #Sokka #Iroh #Ozai #Azula #Ty Lee #Momo #Appa #Toph #Suki #I hope Suki has an arc outside of Teaches Boy To Be Good Person By Being Badass #if she does yall should talk abt it more #Not Writing #I finished this at 1:30 am can you tell #here u go ali heres the post #abuse ment #war ment

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A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

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