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book 7 part 2 thoughts~

***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 7, PART 2 OF THE MAIN STORY AND DORM UNIFORM LILIA’S VIGNETTES.***

Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.

As expected, Malleus did get invited to the party (he was the first person Lilia thought of).

GAO-GAO DRAGON-KUN OMG Malleus’s silly virtual pet actually ties into the themes and concerns of this episode!! Every 30 days, Gao-Gao “leaves” (I think it dies, Tamagotchis have short life spans. Either that, or it actually moves away) and you have to start over with a new egg. (Malleus cried the first time it happened and ran to sob to Lilia about it.) It reminds him of the brevity of human lives compared to his own…

Lilia drops a bunch of depressing lines about how it’s because something comes to an end that you have to cherish the time you spent with it… that it’s hard to say goodbye the more time you spend with something, etc.

More Silver lore too?? Malleus got Gao-Gao Dragon-kun around this time; Silver was found in a forest, etc.

DORM UNIFORM LILIA SPOILERS BTW (and more Silver lore): BRO HOW IS LILIA’S SPECIAL TALENT “BABYSITTING”, IT SOUNDS LIKE HE RAISED SILVER KIND OF. UH. ROUGHLY???? And once Lilia left baby Silver in his cradle… outside, unattended… WHEN SILVER WENT MISSING LILIA’S JUST LIKE, “Oh, I’m sure he’ll come back eventually!!” The Zigvolts had to intervene and teach (well, scold) Lilia that babies don’t come back on their own???????????? Since then, the Zigvolts insisted on having Silver over whenever Lilia is away for extended periods of time.

Lilia’s farewell party… I’m surprised that everyone showed up as intended, even people that aren’t close with Lilia or Diasomnia (lookin’ at you, Leona-san), but it’s nice that everyone is coming together for this moment 😭

AHHHHHH TREY TALKS ABOUT LILIA BEING HIS CLASSMATE AND FELLOW VICE and indirectly dunks on his ability to follow a recipe.

Cater takes one last selfie with Lilia and even talks about how lonely it will be… OH GOD, COME TO THINK OF IT this would hurt Cater a lot, seeing as he has had to move away from a lot of his own friends in childhood, and now a friend and club mate of his is doing the same…

RIDDLE SHUT UP DON’T BRING UP EPISODE 2, WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THAT. (… Real talk though, it’s sweet that Riddle’s showing Lilia so much respect, he’s observant of Silver and Sebek as their Equestrian Club senpai too (commenting on how he notices that Silver and Sebek speak highly of Lilia). It feels like Lilia is leaving his children in Riddle’s care adhabsodbasasdfewpqf)

Mmm, it sounds like Leona came for social grace reasons (comes with a heavy side of sarcasm).

DNLFDSOIYFWF BAHAHAHAHA OF COURSE RUGGIE CAME FOR THE FREE EATS

WHJ AT THE FUCKING ADSKJ ADFLH ISDBILADFBIUOLADFLI FUFKCCVKKFKKKKKKL???????? LEONA SUDDENLY STARTS SPEAKING REALLY. ELOQUENTLY?????????????????????

Leona wants to peace out now (before Malleus shows up), but Ruggie fights him because he wants to eat more of the fuggin’ food asdlihbasbiydasbibfasdbiaqwh MOOD RUGGIE

Haha, Leona’s kind of coerced (?) into staying.

SEBEK IS HOLDING HIMSELF BACK FROM PICKING A FIGHT WITH LEONA FOR TALKING RUDELY TO/ABOUT LILIA

Malleus is nowhere to be seen. Silver goes to look around the party for him. Sebek wants to go too, but his stomach growls and he is excused to go eat.

AYYYY The Mostro Lounge is catering the party. Making their coin honestly for once! They even gave some free seafood fishes and desserts, how kind of Azul…

GOD THEY’RE BRINGING UP EPISODE 2 SO MUCH, I realize now that that’s when a lot of the characters got caught up with Diasomnia??

AHHH THE STAFF ARE AT THE PARTY TOO, I SEE SAM AND TREIN

OH MY GOD, IS JADE REALLY FISHING LILIA FOR INFO ON MALLEUS AT HIS GOING AWAY PARTY. THIS MAN NEVER STOPS

Kind of ominous, but Lilia mentions (in response to Floyd) that he doesn’t want people (Diasomnia) to see “this side” of him. His weakness??? I’m guessing???? He doesn’t want Silver, Sebek, and Malleus to see him on his death bed???????

Not gonna lie, I fully expected Kalim to be BAWLING about Lilia going. I’m glad that he was able to be emotionally mature and hold back his sadness to see Lilia away with a smile.

Silver comes back to Lilia to report that Malleus is nowhere at the party. He then runs off to search for him. (Lilia was about to say his farewells without Malleus, but Silver raises his voice at Lilia and says that’s NOT okay to do.)

adhbVOSYDvdiabid SEBEK COMES OVER WITH HIS MOUTH CRAMMED FULL OF FOOD HE SOUNDS SO CUTE

Lilia’s age is confirmed to be roughly 700 years old. biuabo8ysdyasbiiafb SEBEK TELLS VIL AND ROOK TO STFU WHEN THEY REACT WITH SHOCK TO LILIA’S TRUE AGE.

OH????? ZIGVOLT GRANDPA NAME DROP, IT’S “BAAL”???????? Not sure if that’s how you spell it, but it is pronounced like “Baul”.

Malleus is confirmed to have ancestors that were actual dragons. It seems that dragon fae are indeed a cross between dragons and fairies.

For dragon fae, 200 years is considered still a baby/child, 500 is still young, and 1000 is an adult.

Lilia says that his own species can live up to 1000 years, but that due to his own recklessness his age is starting to catch up to him sooner than anticipated. Sooo… 1000 years is the maximum lifespan for Lilia’s species (~80ish years old average for humans), but Malleus’s species appears to live longer (since 1000 seems to be like a dragon fae’s 18-year old equivalent).

At this point, I realize all the first years are not included in the dorm meetings with Lilia. Pretty sure they will get their own segment later (from future Raven: yes, they do).

DFNADLIBYABILFIAAFB CUT TO IDIA’S ROOM, ORTHO’S TRYING TO WAKE HIM UP FOR LILIA’S PARTY

Idia’s crying about his long-time friend Crimson Muscle quitting gaming and totally going offline (wiped his Magicam account). This is killing Idia emotionally and he cannot bring himself to go to attend the party. IDIA’S FINALLY REALIZING THE magic VALUE OF FRIENDSHIP…

Ortho offers to find Crimson Muscle’s real identity out using his Robot Hacks??? But Idia cancels the idea because he thinks it would kill the magic to know about his friend’s irl self it’s creepy.

Idia tells Ortho to go to the celebration without him. OH MAN, THIS IS THE LOOPHOLE TO KEEP IDIA FROM GETTING CAUGHT UP IN THE (anticipated) SLEEPING SPELL MALLEUS WILL CAST.

Cut to a snow-covered Main Street, Silver has finally located Malleus.

NAUUUUR Silver is outright sobbing in front of Malleus 😭 He’s so sad about Lilia leaving, he had always intended to be by his side until the end. Lilia has still done so much for him… Lilia raised him as a single parent and Silver feels like he disappointed his dad for not fulfilling his wish (to send him off with a smile) before he left, and Silver will never have the strength nor the time to truly be worthy of Lilia in his “final moments in a foreign country” (IS THAT IMPLYING LILIA IS HEADED OFF SOMEWHERE SO NO ONE HAS TO WATCH HIM SLOWLY WITHER AWAY AND DIE… .… ….. .. …. … …. . )

B r u h Malleus just listens to Silver and says some uh… cryptic sad stuff. “Grandmother always told me that the Draconia line was blessed with great power to protect the smiles of everyone under our rule” but now Malleus is sad because even with all that power, he cannot protect what he loves most.

I think. Silver crying about his mortality and not being able to be with Lilia until the very end triggered something in Malleus.

OH NO YABAI YABAIIIIII MALLEUS THINKS ABOUT HOW HE SHOULD DO ANYTHING IN HIS POWER TO PREVENT HIS LOVED ONES FROM GOING AWAY… He then crazy laughs and poofs himself and Silver off, which is followed by a ton more blot pooling. NOT A GOOD SIGN AT ALL.

Cut back to the party on that ominous note 🙂

ORTHO IS FINALLY AT THE PARTY, EVERYONE POP THE BOTTLES

I’m so glad Grim is fucking eating well, he deserves it!!!

OH MAN ORTHO CAME SO CLOSE TO FIGURING OUT LILIA IS CRIMSON MUSCLE……… ….… .… . .. .

IHDBAYOBFOY8QEFQB LILIA IS SUPER INTO HIS BERRY JUICE????? It’s like his alcohol, I swear…

Yup, I was right adhabildsbasda Lilia’s hanging out with the first years, thanking Jack for episode 2, talking about VDC with Epel, etc. His dad energy is really coming out strong, he imparts wise words to Jack and Epel.

Okay, so it looks like the Land of Crimson Long doesn’t…???? Have???? Internet?????? HUH???? So no gaming for Lilia… RIP IDIA HIS GAMING BUDDY REALLY IS GOING BYEBYE FOREVER

Aw, Lilia thanks Yuu for being Malleus’s friend and says that he hopes they will continue being that for him, as Malleus still has a lot to learn.

Oh no 🤡 Yuu’s dreams are now prominently seeping into their consciousness too; they got a vision of Maleficent right after Lilia talked to them. Yuu gets briefly disoriented, which concerns Adeuce and make the group think about leaving the party early since they already greeted the host.

Lilia offers a comment that makes me rethink the “Silver and Yuu are somehow tied” theories 🤔 Basically, Lilia thought Yuu was falling asleep standing up like Silver??? Which. Could just be a one-off comment, but what if it means something more…? Does Silver actually also have those prophetic Disney movie dreams????? 👁️

NAUR THEY MENTIONED EPISODE 2 AGAIN MY BELOATHED A DHOBYISDBdpgeophfasp Adeuce remember Lilia helping them during the stampede incident!! They’re sad because they never had a chance to repay him, and now Lilia is up and leaving… but Lilia says it’s okay, they can repay him by helping out Sebek (who is still struggling to get along with others due to his attitude).

LMAO Ace is all like, “no one at this school is the type to kindly offer their hand to help”, and barely anyone will accept that help either. Methinks this smells like setting up some foreshadowing for when the tables get turned when the conflict gets resolved.

ADFHBFADIYLFAIQFEILADFAD THERE’S AN AWKWARD ASS SCENE WHERE SEBEK IS FORCED TO FACE THE OTHER FIRST YEARS (Ortho included, yay!!) AND TRYING TO… JUST BE CIVIL…………… … . .… . ….… . . (spoiler: Sebek fails, he calls them all shallow–)

The first years are interrupted by Crowley announcing that it’s time for Lilia to go now. Wait, so soon?????? It felt like the party only just got started… SILVER AND MALLEUS AREN’T EVEN BACK YET????????

Of course, Sebek tries to stop Lilia from departing before Malleus and Silver come back.

Lilia gives a big speech to everyone about his time at NRC, asking Sebek to communicate this same message to the other two later. Lilia first got invited to NRC 500 years ago but had no interest in enrolling until Malleus was later invited as well. Aw… Lilia says he’s grateful he was able to spend three years with everyone 🥺

Right as Lilia finishes?????? Who should arrive but Malleus and Silver in a burst of green flames!! (From the sound effects, it sounds like there was also a strong wind blowing.) Their eyes are red, and they’re covered in snow. Lilia wonders if Silver has been crying (yes, he has).

OH MY GOD MALLEUS SAID THE THING, HE SAID IT. It’s basically his equivalent to Maleficent’s “Well, quite a glittering assemblage. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and … how quaint. Even the rabble,” line.

Malleus apologizes for his tardiness; he says he was mulling over what gift to bring (even though the invitations Lilia sent out said “no gift required”). HIS WORDING IS SO FUCKING SUS, HE’S LIKE, “I wasn’t sure what gift to give to you (Lilia)”, then changes it and says “to you all/everyone”. Finally, he settled on bestowing a blessing on them for this special occasion.

IT’S HAPPENING IT’S HAPPENING OH NO 🤡 Malleus tells everyone in attendance that there’s no need for them to feel sad or worry about anyone leaving anymore… It’s no longer a celebration of farewell, but the celebration of a new beginning, for he will send them into a world where no one will lose anything–not friends, nor family.

ORTHO BABY MY BELOVED 😭 He senses a really fast blot accumulation and warns the guests to evacuate!!

There’s a battle here (Crowley allows it) and if you thought the episode 6 battles were bad, YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHING YET. Malleus has like 300,000 health and regens a ridiculous amount of health. I think it’s a scripted loss???

Ooooh, I think Lilia’s deteriorating magic is legit?? He tries to stop Malleus but can’t because his magic isn’t manifesting. (I can’t think of a reason why he would restrain himself from spellcasting when the family he loves is in very real danger and lashing out at his school companions.) NO MALLEUS DOnmT CALL LilLIA PITIFUL ShUT UP

SHIT’S HITTING THE FAN, MALLEUS IS LOSING IT, HE’S SHOUTING AT EVERYONE, DIASOMNIA IS SHOUTING BACK (Silver and Sebek are just. GOD. Silver tells Lilia to get away, he realizes that Malleus is not being himself… Sebek’s trying to calm Malleus down but of course it isn’t doing ANYTHING.)

“IM DOING THIS SO I WON’T LOSE YOU!!!” – Malleus to Lilia

NOOOOO

NOOOOOOOO OO O O O O OOOOOO OO O O O O O OO OOO

Malleus unique magic reveal!!! “Fae of Maleficence” (in Kanji, it is written as “The Blessing”). We get the chant too!! “Spin the thread of disaster on the spinning wheel of Fate. For I, the King (/Ruler) of the Abyss, shall bestow it upon you.” EPISODE TITLE DROP??????

Thorns engulf the whole island and send everyone into slumber… Students, staff, Grim, Ortho (the robot), and it seems even Yuu. RSA is most likely fucked too 😔

I think Idia is probably spared since he’s still in Ignihyde, which is considered a pocket dimension of its own outside of the island??? (Malleus’s magic probably loses range after the pocket dimension of Diasomnia and Sage’s Island?) So it really IS up to him to be the hero…

IMAGINE IDIA STEPPING OUT OF HIS ROOM AND HE SEES ALL OF THIS. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY HE BARELY LEAVES, THERE’S ALMOST ALWAYS SOME CATASTROPHIC WORLD-ENDING SHIT GOING ON WHEN HE DOES.

OH SHIT MALLEUS OVERBLOT ALREADY?!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!?!!! IT’S ONLY LIKE PART 37, MY DUDE

afhalidbasbda WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A SEASICK VAMPIRE WITH THE SLICKED BACK HAIR AND CAPE AND WEIRD TINTED SKIN (Yes, I know it’s meant to look like Maleficent’s skin color but it still looks weird to me 💦)

“All of you will become heroes in a fairy tale” HUH, KINDA SUS THERE, MALLEUS. (It’s probably just referring to Malleus seeing them dreaming as putting them in a better place than in reality???) This makes me think of the line he says in early marketing/promo of the game… “Come, let me show you to the true happy end” or something.

QEFIYQGUP9F9AFPBAOF;OA IGEBAD MALLEUS STOP HUMMING “ONCE UPON A DREAM”, TRHIS ISN’T A HAPPY OR NOSTALGIC MOMENT THIS IS ACTUAL HELL

HFIYBFFIF;OAF; THAT’S WAS AN ABRUPT ENDING, IT JUST CUT BACK TO THE OPENING SCREEN WITH THE TWISTED WONDERLAND LOGO

Um. Well. That was… wild 🥲 I feel like not a lot actually happened, and yet EVERYTHING happened at the same time…?? I definitely was NOT expecting Malleus’s Overblot to come this soon, but I did expect the sleeping spell (curse?) to be cast since the party setup was very similar to the one in Sleeping Beauty. I super enjoyed Lilia interacting with all the different dorms; the fact that everyone is coming together in spite of their differences already shows tremendous growth in the entire cast. Then they had to rip out our hearts with the dramatic escalation…… ……… …… ….. .… .… . ..

THIS IS GOING TO BE REAL AWKWARD BECAUSE THE YEAR III TWST ANNI WILL SHOW MALLEUS AND LILIA POSING HAPPILY WITH THE OTHER THIRD YEARS MEANWHILE EVERYONE IS SUFFERING IN THE MAIN STORY UPDATES.

SDBSIHP9DBBHDyodVS The “it’s a dream” theory is seeming more and more real by the second… Early on in the update, Malleus related Gao-Gao Dragon-kun, a virtual character, to his current plight, saying that it would be better if a character that exists in a fictional world could exist forever??? And we know that Gao-Gao and the TWST boys live in a world where time advances and changes things (episode 7 opened with acknowledgement of Lilia losing his magic and the fourth year internships; ie everyone is “moving on” like how Gao-Gao does at the end of every month). Then Malleus has a lot of dialogue about how everyone will be protagonists of a fairy tale, how he will show them to a happy ending… PLUS THE OMINOUS ENDING WHERE HE BOOTS YOU TO THE MAIN SCREEN OF THE GAME?????? The part of the story when he casts his unique magic is also called “Forced Game Over” which seems oddly specific; why the forth-wall breaking title???? (It’s in the same vein as the title having “Wonderland” being an allusion to Alice’s Wonderland being just her dream.) AND THEN ON TOP OF THAT, THE VAGUE CONNECTION BETWEEN SILVER AND YUU’S DREAMING… What does this all mean????????

Malleus and Lilia are both trending–F

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after hours (part 8)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader ☆ summary: you help toji bake brownies for megumi's soccer meet tomorrow! you're excited to spend a cute and wholesome night in with baking brownies and eating taco bell with toji but he has something different in mind... ☆ tags: modern au, babysitting au ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI !! oral (f! and m! recieving), penetrative sex (p in the v), smoking, overstimulation, cannabis use, rough sex ☆ a/n: GUYS MORE CRAZY FILTHY SMUT IS HERE FOR U!! enjoy luvs!! and also enjoy even more taco bell sponsorship~ next post will be gojo centered and will still have some smut so stay tuned!! im feeling a little less shy writing smut but i still have a lot of ways to go before writing the infamous 3way but so far im feeling good ab this series and still feeling the momentum >:) also toji is soooo goofy and dilfy i love him :( 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

by the time toji comes downstairs from putting megumi to sleep, you’re already measuring out flour and beating eggs for the brownies as a form of distraction from your horny thoughts. you give a quick wry smile to toji before going back to beating the eggs. you feel and hear toji’s footsteps creaking until they’re in the kitchen, and eventually, right behind you. his arms snake between your hips and you let out a gasp, despite knowing what he’s up to. toji pulls himself closer to you and nuzzles his head between you neck and shoulders, and you instinctively roll your neck to the side, allowing him full access to one of the most sensitive parts of your body.

you close your eyes in pleasure as toji peppers small kisses on your neck and shoulder blade, causing you to breathe heavier. “toji~ we need to bake megumi’s brownies,” you whine, trying to focus your energy back on beating the eggs again.

“right, the brownies…” toji mumbles into ear, causing you to shiver. he continues to leave tiny kisses throughout your neck before finally stopping and resting his head in the crook of your neck. there’s a brief moment of companionable silence with him, where the only sounds were the beating of the eggs, the cicadas outside, and the hum of the heater.

toji breaks the silence first. “so…how was your night last night?” he feels your body get rigid almost immediately and starts rubbing your shoulders. “don’t get nervous, i’m only asking because i’m genuinely interested, pumpkin. not everything about me is horny.”

“yeah, right!” you scoff, remembering the stunt he pulled at target earlier today. “seems like you already know how my night went, anyway.” you roll your eyes as you playfully shrug toji off your neck and he chuckles.

“that’s just the last part of the night, i wanna know how your night in general was, jeez…” toji teases as he measures out the dry goods for the brownies. you figure toji is being genuine, and you have no reason to believe he isn’t. plus, you aren’t that bothered by him eavesdropping on your steamy encounter with satoru last night – you don’t want to admit it but you find it extremely hot, in fact.

you sigh and start telling toji about your night, from taking the gummy shoko gave you to getting kicked out of playing dance dance revolution. you omit most of the sexual tension of the night with satoru, but you figure toji can just figure that part out by himself.

toji has an amused face by the end of your story. “wow, so this is what happens when daddy doesn’t respond to your text fast enough, huh. to think i could’ve taken care of you much better than-”

you hit him playfully in the arm before he can finish the sentence. the last thing you need in your head is satoru and toji both arguing with each other about who can satisfy you better. you’d love to bookmark that fantasy for later, though. maybe in your bed, with your vibrator.

“shut up!” you pour the wet mix into the dry one and start mixing the brownie mix slowly as you both chuckle.

“i didn’t know you got high.” toji seems intrigued.

you continue mixing. “yeah, i mean, sometimes i do. i guess we haven’t really ever...hung out like that. i mean, it’s kinda bad form to show up to work intoxicated, no?” you joke, thinking about how insane you have to be on something while babysitting a child.

“how many times do i have to say this? cut the shit, y/n, it’s literally just babysitting.” toji rolls his eyes. “you can be so tightly wound up, sometimes…” toji moves behind you again, and starts rubbing your shoulders lightly. you hate to admit it, but jesus that feels so good.

“still! i can’t be on some shit while with megumi…” you say, defending yourself but slowly losing your rigor as toji really hits a knot on your shoulder that involuntarily makes you let out a moan. oh, fuck. you can practically feel the smile grow on his face as he hits the spot again. you bite your lip this time to hold in the moan.

“well, you’re not with megumi, right now, right?” you’ve long stopped mixing the brownie mix, and you turn your head to face toji, meeting him just inches away from his lips. you suck in a breath.

“i guess not…what are you trying to say?” you boldly ask, your eyes not leaving his lips.

“i’m trying to say…” toji brings his lips even closer to you. “it’s probably gonna be easier for us to finish our cold ass taco bell if we smoke a little joint together in the backyard, pumpkin.” you answer him by pressing your lips to his, initiating a deep kiss between the two of you.

“i’m taking that as a yes,” toji says, in between kisses. he pulls you closer, and you turn yourself around and lock your arms over his neck, pulling him even closer to you as you respond by moaning into his lips. toji breaks off the kiss, chuckling at your frown. “patience, pumpkin…” he coos as he opens up a random cabinet in the kitchen and pulls out a ziploc baggie of a couple joints. he takes one out, grabs a lighter from a drawer with one hand, and your hand in the other and guides you to the backyard right outside. he lights it up and takes the first drag from it, and exhales. ugh, why does he look sooo hot while smoking? it’s unfair.

if you were this horny completely sober, you’re fucked for the night. despite knowing this, you accept the joint from toji and take a hit, letting the smoke lightly irritate your lungs before letting it all go. you really did try to play it as cool as toji when you exhaled, but you ended up coughing. heat rushes to your face as you feel toji patting your back and chuckling.

“stop, this normally doesn’t happen, okay,” you plead between coughs. “i just don’t smoke that much.” another embarrassing cough at the end of it.

“whatever you say, pumpkin.” toji coos as he continues to effortlessly smoke the joint with zero coughs. it makes you jealous how perfect he looks in the pale moonlight, blowing smoke out. his face relaxes with each puff, as does yours, as you both slowly lean into the buzzed feeling.

after a couple minutes of passing the joint to one another in silence, toji extinguishes it by slowly knocking it against the outdoor table. back inside the kitchen, there’s still the brownies that need to be put inside the already pre-heated oven.

“okay, how about you heat up the food, and i put the brownies in the oven?” you instruct toji as you carefully transfer the brownie mix into the tray. you’re definitely high right now, but you just have to use your brain for like, 3 more minutes, before you can turn it off and enjoy the night with toji, who’s currently heating up your dinner. he grabs the tray from you before you can pick it up.

“i’ll put it inside the oven, don’t want you to get burned handling the oven while a lil stoned. just open it and take a seat.” he instructs, head gesturing to the oven. it makes your heart skip a beat as you do what he says. you wait patiently as toji brings out the food, admiring his large and built physique. has he gotten even bigger since the last time you saw him? maybe you should ask if he wants to help you work out even though you can’t remember the last time you stepped foot inside the gym. you gulp and force yourself to think of something else, and the waft of the taco bell easily melts away your horny thoughts as the munchies slowly start to kick in for you.

you immediately start destroying your food, as toji grabs the remote to turn on…great british bakeoff? you didn’t know toji was into food television, and now that you think of it, food related tv shows are usually the most family friendly ones, too. toji senses your confusion and clears the air.

“listen, it’s interesting, okay?” he says, defensively as he chows down on his tacos, eyes not leaving the screen as paul hollywood explains the technical challenge.

“i’m not judging!” you’re judging a little bit. “i think it’s cute you’re into such soft dilfy tv shows…” you giggle.

“what makes ‘great british bakeoff’ dilfy?”

“i dunno, it’s just a dad thing to watch.” you say in between bites.

the rest of your dinner consists of conversations around toji’s tv show interests (he watches a lot of hgtv and a weird common ground between the two of you is selling sunset) and the current episode of great british bakeoff (you feel bad even offering to bake brownies after watching their baking skills).

you laugh when toji says he hated the time he went traveling to london (“i didn’t understand a single thing they said and their seafood is just awful!”). “you can’t judge them just by a single bad trip, toji,” you chastise, rolling your eyes. you take a bite out of a cinnabon delight and the cream oozes out around your lips. you’re about to quickly wipe it off, when you catch toji looking intently at you.

“hold on, let me help.” he wastes no time leaning towards you, suddenly forgetting about the tv show, and licks it off your mouth and you’re not sure when you both start kissing but you were. it seemed so natural to fall into it, cinnabon in one hand and your other tugging on his hair.

“you taste like cinnabons,” toji murmurs against your lips.

you let out a small moan, “it’s because i was eating one…until….” the sound of the tv drown out the smacks of your lips and your quiet moans.

“sorry, should i stop?” toji breaks the kiss and tugs on your lower lip playfully, and you moan due to the loss of contact. your hand, still resting on his head, forces him back on your lips as you hungrily open your mouth and let his tongue explore yours.

you’re about to say more but, but you’re both interrupted by the timer going off in the kitchen, indicating the brownies are finished. the sound startles both of you and toji breaks off the kiss as you catch your breath. you both get up, the high slowly plateauing for the both of you since getting some food in your stomachs. toji carefully takes out the freshly baked and hot brownies and places them on the granite countertop.

“god, they smell so good…” you say, practically salivating.

“i know they’re for megs, but…i mean, it wouldn’t hurt if we just ate one, right?” toji surmises, already grabbing a knife and slicing off two small pieces for the both of you.

“yeah, they won’t even notice.” you’re about to eat your brownie piece, when toji stops you.

“wait, got somethin’ that’s gonna make this even better.” he strides over to the fridge and pulls out a can of whipped cream. “we can have fun with this.”

you know he doesn’t mean it in a sexual way (or does he?) but you definitely read more into it, your heart beating faster thinking of all the dirty things you can do with the whipped cream, but first, your brain is begging you to try just a bite of the brownie before giving into your horny thoughts. you watch toji swirl a bit of whipped cream on his brownie before handing the can to you. you match him, albeit, a bit more messily. the whipped cream gets on your hands and on the plate, but you pay no mind to it as you both inhale the brownie bite at the same time.

you do a terrible job at holding back a moan at the sweet fudgy and warm bite. “oh my god…not to toot my own horn but these are the best brownies i’ve ever had.” you say with your mouthful and toji nods in agreement.

“megs is gonna love this tomorrow morning but he’s gonna hate us for trying a bite without him,” toji jokes. immediately after finishing his brownie, he grabs your whipped cream-laced finger and brings it to his mouth and starts sucking on it, causing you to gasp. he licks the whipped cream clean, and kisses the tips of your fingers.

“someone’s still hungry for something sweet,” you tease, grabbing the can of whipped cream, opening your mouth, and spraying some on your tongue. you stand on your tippy toes and toji leans down and gives you an open mouth kiss. his tongue engulfs yours and exchanges the whipped cream between both of your mouths, the sweetness driving your hunger for him even more. if you saw anyone else do this, it would make you gag, but with toji, you cannot deny how erotic it is and how incredibly soaked you are. the sweetest kiss (literally) you’ve ever had comes to an end as toji pulls back and grabs the whipped cream container.

“actually…” toji lifts you up with one arm and sets on top of the granite countertop of his kitchen. “i want something sweeter…” he brings the nozzle to your neck, which you gladly tilt for him to make space, and you feel the coldness of the whipped cream being applied on your neck. jesus fucking christ, you’re so sensitive there. you shiver at the contact. your eyes roll so far back in your head and you let out the most obscene moan when toji licks a long stripe across the whipped cream in your neck, and sucks on your skin at the end of it. you feel the vibrations of toji’s humming against your neck and you close your eyes in pleasure.

“f-fuck~ toji…m’so sensitive there…when you lick it, ah~” toji wastes no time placing some more whipped cream on your neck and repeating the same motion as you moan again at the contact of his tongue on your neck.

“fuck, pumpkin, i could just eat you up, right now,” toji says through raspy sighs. he’s practically inhaling you – your warmth, your scent, everything. he can’t get enough of you, with or without whipped cream. with or without clothes, too but preferably without. “gotta take this off,” toji says, tugging at the hem of your sweater.

“yes, daddy,” you say coyly as you bite your lip. you waste no time throwing the sweatshirt somewhere across the kitchen. you sit on the granite counter with your titties on full display, your nipples slowly getting harder by the second.

“tsk, no bra?” toji immediately connects his lips to your collarbones as he covers you in small open mouthed kisses until he reaches your sternum and feels your chest moving with your heavy breaths. your knuckles are turning white gripping the edges of the countertop. “you’re such a fuckin’ slut showing up here without one…what did you expect to happen?” he teases you even further as he starts kissing lightly your mounds.

your breath gets caught in your throat as you pathetically try to defend your decision to not wear a bra tonight. “i-i- toji~ y-you said y-you would cook for me and t-take care of me…” you’re looking down at him and he looks back up at you. you close the gap between your mouths as you engulf him in another kiss and wrap your legs around him, unapologetically bringing him even closer to you. you scoot yourself even closer to the edge of the granite counter so that your heat was as close as it could get to him without you falling off the countertop and you start grinding on him, desperate to feel something.

with the whipped cream can still in his hand, toji breaks off the kiss, and you notice a string of saliva connecting you both. “patience, pumpkin…” he mumbles as he shakes the can. he sprays two little buttons of whipped cream on each of your nipples, which are both hard right now, and it makes you shiver viscerally. toji engulfs one of your cream covered buds and starts sucking messily, causing you to whimper embarrassingly loudly. thank god the tv noise is drowning out your noises.

once he’s cleaned up one of your breasts, he moves on to the next one, expertly using his tongue in quick flicks against your hardened bud. you feel like your skin is on fire despite the cream being cold and you lightly tug on toji’s hair, pressing his face even closer to your breasts. it’s harder to keep your eyes open because of the pleasure that’s electrifying your body, and your moans are slowly filling up the room.

“fuck, y’taste so sweet…” toji says in between kissing your titties, alternating between each one and making sure not a single smear of cream was left. “can’t believe this is what i missed out on…”

“p-please, toji~” you whine, “n-need more of you…” you’re not one to be insistent, but you find your hands on toji’s shoulders and they’re slowly pushing him down to face your soaked shorts.

“need my tongue in your pussy? need daddy to take care of this pretty perfect pussy?” toji teases you by grazing his thumb over your clothed clit, making you involuntarily flinch and whimper. tears of desperation threaten to spill as you quickly nod your head and mouth a weak “please”.

“take this off.” toji commands, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts. he doesn’t have to ask you twice as your shorts practically slide off of you. your ass hits the cold granite and you yelp, but not for long as toji swiftly picks you up and lays you down on the dining room table. your legs automatically spread open wide as he takes a seat on the dining chair and comes face to face to your unclothed soaking core. you hear toji swear under his breath as his pupils dilate at the sight of you completely bare for him on his dining table.

you won’t lie – you feel extremely exposed compared to toji who’s completely clothed, but it just turns you on even more at how desperate you get for him to touch you. you’re so needy for his touch, his tongue, his fingers, everything. and just thinking about it makes your wetness drip on his dining table. your eyes roll back so far, you arch your back in pleasure from just feeling toji’s hot breath in your inner thigh.

“p-please, toji~ no teasing…i can’t stand it~” you cry, bucking your hips closer to toji’s face. you need his mouth on you so bad it’s making you go insane as you hyperventilate and blink back tears.

your eyes are facing the ceiling, but you feel toji shaking the whipped cream can. before you realize what’s happening, toji’s spraying another button of cold cream on your clit, and temperature causes your body to twitch. toji’s hands grab each side of your hips to hold them still, effectively forcing your legs to stay open while he finally dines on the dessert he’s been waiting all night for.

toji licks a long strip across your folds, until he reaches your bundle of nerves and rests below a small hill of cream. the cream mixes into your core, and toji eats it up like he’s never had anything sweeter (and he hasn’t). your wanton moans get louder and louder as he dives even deeper into your core, his tongue expertly not leaving any cream to waste.

“if you’re gonna be this loud, pumpkin, m’gonna gag you so shut the fuck up.” …was that supposed to be a threat to you? in any case, you bite your lips to stop block your moans, letting out raspy whimpers at toji’s ministrations. you feel toji’s fingers slowly creeping near your entrance and you buckle your hips futilely against his arms holding you down, in an effort to beg for more.

toji inserts one, maybe two, you’re not sure how many fingers are inside you by the time you feel the coil tightening in your lower abdomen. your mind, already high from before, turns into mush in the face of your rising heart rate. toji hears your whimpers getting louder and your pussy clenching around his curled fingers bullying your g-spot.

“t-toji~ m’getting close…” you say through mangled moans. tears threaten to spill as you strain to hold back until toji gives you permission. “can-can i, please?”

“can you what? use your words, pumpkin…” toji says, speeding up his fingers inside you.

“can-can i cum, please, toji~” you whine.

“anything for you, pumpkin. cum your brains out…” toji uses his thumb to apply the final pressure to your bundle of nerves, causing you to come undone on his fingers, and making a mess on his dining table. you don’t even have time to feel bad about it because toji starts bullying your g-spot again, leaving no time for you to recover.

he swiftly stands up, and you feel the tent in his sweats against your thigh as he reaches over to cover your mouth. you feel the back of your head pressing against the hard dining room table, but it does an effective job of mumbling your scream at the overstimulation toji was giving to your pussy. your eyes roll back as he uses his thumb again to circle your clit and apply pressure. the tears you tried to hold back this entire time stream down your cheeks as you feel your body on fire after not recovering from your first orgasm. you see toji’s cruel smile as he coos at how well you take his fingers.

“ohh, i know it’s a lot, pumpkin, but i know you can give me a second one, maybe even a third?” your eyes widen at the thought of three consecutive orgasms – you’ve never been able to do that even on your own! toji chuckles mockingly, his hands tightening around your mouth even more as he feels the signature clenching of your pussy on his fingers. he knows you're close and so do you.

“cum for me, i know you're close, don’t hold back for me.” and you don’t. if his hand wasn’t on your mouth, you’re sure the neighbors and megumi, and maybe everyone in the neighborhood would have woken up at how drawn out your scream was.

you’re unable to form a coherent thought as toji continues to keep his fingers inside you, caressing your g-spot and keeping up his end of his promise of making you cum three times in a row. it’s embarrassing how fast you cum the third time – it’s almost immediately and you feel yourself making a complete wet mess everywhere as your legs shake even though toji removed his fingers from you.

toji unclamps your mouth and your breathy moans start back up again as you watch him put his soaked fingers in his mouth. “wanna taste y’self, pumpkin…so sweet…” you pathetically nod your head as toji inserts his fingers inside your mouth and you start sucking involuntarily, tasting yourself on him. he pushes his fingers deeper in you, but you hold them back.

“want to taste you…toji, wanna suck you off…” you whine, wishing desperately his fingers were something else.

“soon, not finished with your pussy yet.” toji takes his shirt off, and you lift your head up to admire his body. his toned and chiseled abs have a thin layer of sheen from concentrating on making you cum. you bite your lip and make eye contact with him, as he reaches down and palms his rock hard member over his sweats. you feel your mouth water in anticipation of having it in your mouth, but toji has different plans.

toji lowers the waistband of his short and underwear, and his throbbing member springs up. with one hand, toji starts slowly jerking himself off, and with the other, he brings your pussy closer to the edge of the table. he places your legs on his shoulder, and they find a comfortable place resting on them. he gives a quick kiss to both of your ankles before rubbing the tip of cock against your slick folds, teasing your entrance.

“nghh~ toji no teasing!” you pout, your pussy suddenly eager to take his pulsating cock inside you after being stretched by his fingers for so long.

“okay, fine.” he says bluntly with a smirk as he slides his entire length into you, bottoming out. it takes you by surprise and he anticipates your loud moans as he once again uses one of his hands to cover your mouth and mangle your moans.

“shh, you can take it, pumpkin, i know you can.” he waits a couple seconds for you to adjust to his length, but in all honesty, no amount of time could have helped you get used to how big he was and how full he made you feel.

“ngh~ so big,” you complain through his hand on your mouth, as you struggle to keep your breathing normal and your moans at a normal volume. you clench involuntarily around him, and toji takes a seething breath through his teeth while scrunching his eyes.

“fuck, pumpkin. you cannot do that, m’gonna cum on the fucking spot…” toji says, practically having to count backwards in his head to prevent himself from cumming just by inserting himself into you. “how are you still so fuckin’ tight after i fucked your brains out last time…”

he slowly starts moving back and forth, and unclamps your mouth. he snakes one arm around one of your thighs and the other gripping your ankle next to face and forcing your legs further apart. you feel so exposed in front of him, but you can’t even complain, as toji quickens his pace inside you. you think you’re seeing stars in your vision, or maybe it’s because you’re still a bit high. your mind and body is still fucked out from your three massive orgasms previously, so you can’t make much of the things toji is saying to you.

“y’take me so well, pumpkin…”

“feel ya clenchin’ on me again…gonna cum again? four times? such a greedy little slut…” toji clenches his teeth as he prepares for your fourth orgasm on his leaking member that’s actively fucking your brains out. you feel the familiar wave building up inside you, and it’s even stronger than the other three you had.

“fuck toji~ i feel so close…m’gonna cum, please…i-i can’t hold it b-back….” by the time you cum, you’re a babbling mess, and it takes toji everything inside of him to not cum inside you at the same time. his eyes are looking at you, fully focused on your pleasure as he thumbs your clit to help you ride the wave. you clench on him, hard, and he lets out a throaty groan. he knows he’s not gonna last much longer inside you, especially if he’s going to be watching your titties bounce back and forth with every thrust.

“where d’ya want me to cum, pumpkin, m’close…” toji says through short, jagged breaths. you see beads of sweat on his concentrated face and his brows twitching as he’s pressed against you, keeping a consistent pace of hitting deep inside you.

you don’t have much energy left, but you manage to croak out your one request of the night. “wanna suck you off…wanna have you cum inside my mouth…”

toji wastes no time obliging to your request, as he slows down and detaches himself from you. you weakly get up off the dining table, your legs still shaky from your orgasms, as you manage to get down on your knees in front him. he looks so pretty with his head thrown back and his eyebrows scrunched as he’s jerking himself off. he opens his eyes to see you looking back up at him, and he gingerly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. your grasp on his leaking and throbbing member as he lets go, and you grab the can of whipped cream from the table and start shaking it.

you place a little bit along the tip of his shaft, lick it off, causing toji to groan. you do it again. and again. your tongue takes small , sweet licks off his tip, and you feel him trying to buckle his hips into your mouth. it makes you boldly giggle at how desperate he is to get off inside your mouth.

“y-you don’t get to tease, pumpkin, even when you’re the one sucking me off…” toji says between clenched teeth. with his hands, he creates a makeshift ponytail with your hair and forces his entire length inside you, causing you to gag on him. he starts fucking your mouth, and you feel the mascara tears falling down as you expertly control your gag reflex to take his length in. your tongue swirls as his cock is inside your mouth and you bob your head back and forth, determined to bring pleasure to the hardness of his arousal.

toji’s thrusts inside your mouth are getting sloppier and messier, and you know he’s getting close. toji knows he’s coming undone in mere seconds, and he lets you know he’s about to spill all over your mouth, face, chin, everywhere. he cums inside your mouth and it drives him insane at how well you milk his member. you make eye contact with him as his warm seed squirts into your mouth, doing your best to swallow every drop of him. whatever you miss is dripping down your chin on to your thighs, and you hear toji’s breath return to a normal pace as he slows down. you feel his member softening and you stop sucking him and catch your breath.

“fuck, pumpkin, how did you get so good at sucking me off…” toji says, catching his breath. you look at him demurely as you swipe his cum off your chin lick off your fingers, making a show of it by bringing your tongue out dramatically.

“dunno, i just do…” you say, and toji shakes his head, chuckling.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut, pumpkin…” toji mumbles, before helping you up and peppering your face with kisses. he sees you shivering and he quickly helps you sit on the couch while he grabs a warm towel to help wipe you off and gathers both of your clothes that were strewn across the kitchen. he helps dress you before he does himself.

“wait…was the tv playing this whole time?” you ask, confused at how many episodes of great british bakeoff must’ve been on autoplay since you guys stopped watching.

toji laughs. “oh my god, it must’ve been playing the entire time. wait, quickly, hand me the remote, i don’t wanna know spoilers.” he quickly pauses the show and goes back to the netflix home page. god, it’s so cute he cares so much about that show. toji tosses you a blanket as he takes a seat next to you and goes back a couple episodes to where you guys stopped watching. you cuddle closer to him as you both watch the episode in silence. you feel toji’s fingers massaging your scalp softly, and you lean your head deeper into his broad shoulders, practically melting into his body.

your eyelids feel heavier by the minute, and you try your hardest to stay awake. you need to know who got the paul hollywood handshake. you’re not entirely sure when you drift off, but it can’t have been more than a couple minutes. toji notices and finishes up the episode before slowly carrying you (quite easily) up the stairs into his bedroom, where he tucks you in and cuddles you from behind.

he’ll never mention it to you, but by the time he’s in bed ready to sleep, he can feel himself hardening again against your ass as he spoons you. so fuckin’ inconvenient, he thinks, as he tries to think of anything else to try to sleep next to your passed out body.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 4 months

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[4:28 pm]

“Just trust me. I’ve watched my mom make these a million times. I could make them with my eyes closed, even while sleeping!” Haechan had reassured. And you went along, following his directions, setting the heat on the oven, getting out the trays and the appliances to start making the cookie dough.

“So we need, one stick of butter and 2 cups of sugar first,” he mumbled to himself, plopping in a cold stick of butter and the full 2 cups of sugar into the mixing bowl. The mixer turned on and immediately started throwing around the hard stick of butter and flinging sugar out of the mixing bowl. “Huh, it never does this at my mom’s.”

“Are you sure the butter didn’t need to be melted or room temperature at least?” You ask cautiously.

“Hush! I need to melt the butter. I’m so smart,” he tells himself with a smug smile while he plops the butter into a bowl. Haechan throws it into the microwave uncovered for entirely too long, leaving behind butter splattered throughout the inside of the microwave.

The mixer turns on again while you clean up the greasy mess, “Now we add 3 eggs, four and a half tablespoons of vanilla, and slowly add in the flour and salt mixture.”

You watch in a mix of apprehension and intrigue while he adds only one cup of flour to the batter and begins mixing on high speed.

“So, why couldn’t your mom make the cookies this year?” You ask over the sound of the mixer.

He rolls his eyes, “They decided to go on a tropical vacation this year for Christmas and I’m upholding tradition. She sent me the recipe, but I already know what I’m doing.”

You know he doesn’t know what he’s doing. The mixture is looking far too loose and wet compared to the cookies his mom has made every year during the holidays. You also know that for the last two Christmases you’ve been dating Haechan, he has been nowhere near the kitchen while the cookies are being made because his official job is “taste tester.” A job, his mother had told you last year, that was given to him so he would stop eating the cookie dough before it was baked. You just knew this batch of cookies was going to be bad.

“Usually my mom rolls these out so we can decorate, but I say that’s too much work. I’ll do some regular circles and only do a few with the cookie cutters,” he tells you while he pours the cookie dough out onto the un-floured counter top. That’s going to be a pain to scrape up.

The dough really looks more like a dense cake batter. There’s too much egg and not enough flour, you think he even added milk for some reason. You had tried earlier to show him another recipe and give input while he pulled out the ingredients but he told you he knew, and you just gave up.

To no one’s surprise the cookie cutter cookies did not keep their shape and all the cookies had spread from being too wet. The end result was a thin, crispy disc of… ingredients that looked nothing like his mom’s cookies.

“So… I suppose I did need the recipe,” Haechan smiles sheepishly, staring at the sheet tray of “cookies.”

You look at him incredulously, “Do you really think so? This one has egg shell in it, they’re all flat and nearly burnt. Are you sure you’ve watched your mom do this a million times?”

“Yeah… I lied about that. I’ve definitely eaten them about a million times, but watching her make them makes me hungry so I come back to give them a taste test. I figured it couldn’t be too hard,” he shrugs.

“She sent us the recipe earlier! All you had to do was look at the recipe!”

He waves you off, and reaches for a “cookie.” “I’m going to let my baking do all the talking,” he says before taking a bite. You watch his eyes widen at the unexpected crunchy texture. He crunches on the cookie and swallows with a grimace. “Delicious.”

You sigh deeply, “Clean up your mess while I write down the recipe.”

Haechan salutes while mumbling about how the “cookie” was stuck to his teeth and tasted like salty egg. You roll your eyes, transcribing the recipe onto a piece of paper. A recipe with more flour than sugar, no salt, one egg, and not half a bottle of vanilla extract.

Once the mess is cleaned up, you start measuring out the ingredients, “This time you’re listening to me. I don’t want to hear a peep from you about what I’m doing wrong. Got it?”

He nods at you and begins following your directions. He lowers the temperature on the oven, lines the baking sheets with parchment paper, and sprinkles flour onto the counter. This time making the cookies goes by much more smoothly and looks like what cookie making is supposed to look like.

You sit side by side on the floor in front of the oven as the cookies bake. You watch them slowly rise and spread just slightly, looking almost identical to the cookies Haechan’s mom makes every year.

“Thank you for making them for me,” he tells you softly, pulling your hand into his lap after pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.

You lay your head on his shoulder, eyes locked on the glass of the oven, “Thanks for including me in your tradition.”

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Sparrow

For @dinchenrockt, who imagined Sam and Kaidan having pancakes on a nice day. I just added a little drama, because this is Sam we're talking about. Read on Ao3

The second batch of pancakes is starting to bubble when Kaidan’s skin tingles in the presence of Shepard’s biotic field. Shepard himself peers at Kaidan suspiciously from behind the archway into the kitchen, like he’s doing recon and Kaidan is an unknown element.

“Hey, you,” Kaidan says with an amused smile. “Good morning.”

“It is morning by my standards. It is ass o’clock by your standards. Why are you awake?”

Kaidan gestures towards the open window, where sunrise hasn’t quite surrendered to daytime and some enterprising birds are getting a jump on things. “It’s a beautiful morning. Thought I’d spoil you with a nice breakfast.”

Technically true, on both counts, even if it doesn’t really answer the question. Shepard narrows his eyes, perhaps suspecting there’s more to it, but Kaidan heads off further questions by plucking a piece of bacon off a plate and holding it up.

“Burnt it just for you.”

Shepard makes an interested sound and fully enters the kitchen, snatching the Distraction Bacon and popping it in his mouth. Bacon shouldn’t crunch like that unless it’s in a salad, but relationships require compromise.

“So, bacon. Pancakes.”

“Bacon in the pancakes. With bacon garnish.”

“Fancy.”

“Also blueberries,” Kaidan says, gesturing to a bowl. “And, uh, I was going to make some eggs but I accidentally just made more pancakes.”

“True to your nature.” He kisses Kaidan on the temple. “I’ll get plates.”

“One step ahead of you. We’re eating outside.”

Another suspicious look.

“It’s nice outside, remember?”

“I will concede it is tolerable outside, because I love you. But breakfast made, table set, and it’s what time? How long have you been up?”

Kaidan shrugs a nonchalant shoulder. “I said I wanted to spoil you.”

Still not an answer, but he hands Shepard the blueberries to give him something else to focus on and flips the remaining pancakes onto a platter, next to the pile of bacon, all nestled onto a blue and yellow tray that had been gathering dust in the back of a curio until Kaidan stumbled upon it last week looking for decorative pitcher his mother had asked about. After flipping the griddle off, he leads them to the front porch and sets the trays down on the small table next to the porch swing.

Shepard observes the spread. “Orange juice. Cloth napkins. The ‘good’ silverware. By the way, I still do not understand the silverware hierarchy.”

“My mother will happily show you next time she visits.”

Shepard snickers as he takes a seat. “Well, whatever. You pulled out all the stops. You are spoiling me.”

Kaidan makes a pleased sound as they fill their plates. They’re the same blue and yellow as the platter, with a sunflower in the center and a painted band around the edges. He’d forgotten about them completely until finding the platter. His father used to break them out when they had big breakfasts in the summer. He traces a chip in the paint. Where had they even come from in the first place? His mother? Were they just inherited with the house when his mother took it over from Kaidan’s grandparents? He’d never asked. Maybe she knows.

“Look at all this burnt bacon, just for me,” Shepard says, with a soft smile.

“Just for you.”

No reason to mention that it got burned because Kaidan was too locked in his own head to notice until he damn near set off the smoke detector.

But the pancakes are good, quite frankly. The blueberries are ripe, picked from the bushes out behind the barn just yesterday. The breeze is cool but not cold, the sun pooling at the edge of the porch steps, warm and waiting.

A far cry from the days that weren’t beautiful.

He releases a long breath and forces his mind back to the present, where Shepard is drowning his pancakes in maple syrup because moderation is not a concept he has ever developed a relationship with.

Echo whinnies from the field down the hill, head raised, ears pricked, looking right at them, as though now that she’s noticed their presence she’s offended she wasn’t invited to breakfast.

“Later,” Shepard hollers back at her. “I’m getting spoiled.”

Kaidan rests an elbow on the table – his mother would be so aghast – and chuckles into his hand.

When had he stopped getting up in the mornings for those breakfasts his father cooked? Breakfast had been his forte. The only way he outshined Kaidan’s mother in the kitchen. But that last summer before BAaT he’d stopped getting out of bed for them.

Should have gotten out of bed.

Shepard’s eye is on him again, as he saws into his pancakes and fails to spear a piece of bacon along with his next bite because it’s so brittle it just breaks under the tines of his fork. Once he’s subdued the bacon he nudges Kaidan’s knee.

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just put out such a magnificent spread.”

Kaidan waggles an eyebrow. “Resting on my laurels.”

Shepard knee stays at rest against his, and Kaidan leans a little more into it. The weight of it, the presence is…reassuring.

The sparrow that wings in from the roof and alights on Shepard’s stack of pancakes is less reassuring.

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youunravelme · 1 year

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drops of jupiter pt. 2

author’s note: lol i accidentally posted the beginning of this part in part one, so if you saw that, no you didn’t. again, this is not a super light read, deals heavily with depression, though it’s never explicitly stated. think liability by lorde/this is me trying by taylor swift. also i’m sorry for the amount of shrugging and sighing in this fic and the first part. every character is in a constant state of idk.

warnings: cursing, drinking/getting drunk, depression

summary: being friends with your ex wasn’t the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, breaking up with him took that slot.

prompts: “I thought I was going to lose you.” / “i just need you.” / “what the hell were you thinking? / “i don’t know who you think i am but i’m not leaving.” / “feel my fucking heartbeat right now and tell me i don’t love you.”

then

“we need to get up,” jack mumbled into your neck, his arm strewn over your waist.

“why?” you asked. “we’re on vacation.”

“vacation with my family. i wouldn’t put it past my brothers to harass us any minute now.”

you hummed and snuggled further into your pillow.

a bang pounded on the door that had you both flinching. you clutched the comforter to your chest even though you were both fully clothed.

“jack get up! we’re going to work out.” you heard quinn’s voice on the other side of the door, and if you listened closely, you could hear luke snickering.

“we’re on vacation!” you called back. “come back at a reasonable hour.”

“7 is reasonable!” quinn replied.

"in what world?” you groaned. but jack got up anyway, tossing on a clean shirt and a pair of joggers. “wait, where are you going?”

jack walked over and kissed your forehead. “go back to sleep, i’ll see you later.”

you watched him walk out before shutting your eyes and succumbing to sleep once more. when you woke up next, you went downstairs and were met with ellen standing at the kitchen island eating toast and eggs.

“you’re awake!” ellen greeted. “want some breakfast?”

you nodded and took a seat at the island. “but i can make it--”

“absolutely not. you’re a guest here, and guests don’t make breakfast for themselves.” she turned around and started cracking eggs into a pan before tossing some toast in the toaster. she seasoned the eggs and let them cook before turning back around to you. “did you sleep well?” she asked. you were fully expecting a teasing tone since you did sleep in the same bed as her son, but she was being genuine.

“slept fine,” you said.

“i bet,” ellen started. “all of you were very busy yesterday.”

and she wasn’t wrong. you spent most of the day on the lake, whether that was sunbathing on the boat or wake boarding. by the time the sun set, you were exhausted.

you glanced around the downstairs. “they still aren’t back yet?”

ellen tossed her head back and laughed. “sweetheart, it’s only been an hour since they’ve left. if anything, they’re probably headed to the ice rink by now.”

“but it’s summer, the rink should be melted?”

ellen grinned at you knowingly. “there’s a public indoor ice rink just ten minutes away. they probably went there after working out at the gym.”

“did jim go with?” ellen nodded. “so it’s just us?”

“just us.” she turned back around to plate your toast and eggs before she placed the plate in front of you. “how have you been? how’s school?”

you shrugged. “it’s been alright. nothing to write home about.”

“jack said you seem to be enjoying it.”

“it’s a step to getting where i want to be.”

“that’s what life’s about, hon. taking it step after step.”

now

you stared at your phone for what felt like years. there was no way this was your life, no way that you deserved any of the kindness that’d been shown to you. there was no earthly explanation for why jack hughes was insisting on you attending one of his games against ahaheim.

“you need to be social,” was his explanation. “besides, the boys missed you.”

quinn was in town for his game happening the next night, trevor was playing against jack and nico that night, and the plan was to go to dinner afterwards.

you were nervous to see quinn again, this being the first time you saw him since the break up. you weren’t sure how his family took it since you made a point not to text or call regardless of how much you missed them. it just wouldn’t be fair to jack.

but he met you outside the arena with a small hug and smile. “it’s been awhile, how have you been?”

you really wished people would stop asking you that.

you shrugged. “nothing much has been going on. how’ve you been? i haven’t kept up with hockey much lately.” truth be told, you didn’t want the reminder and couldn’t bear to keep using jack’s logins. you wondered if your account was still on his netflix.

quinn shrugged as well and nodded his head toward the arena so you both could start walking in. “life’s been normal, busy, but normal.”

“how’re your parents?”

quinn tucked his hands in his pockets. “they’re fine. they ask about you, miss you.”

you almost stopped walking. you never once considered yourself important enough to be noticed, let alone missed. “and luke?”

“still at michigan.”

you fell into a comfortable silence after that, something you’ve always loved about quinn, your ability to just be without any expectation of conversation. as you made your way to your seats, quinn stayed quiet, waiting until you were seated to finally say something.

“what made you come to this game?” he asked.

you wanted to shrug off his comment, to say something flippant, but you’d always been honest with quinn in the past. “jack invited me and i couldn’t say no.”

“but why?”

“i--” you paused. “i don’t know. i don’t think i could deny him of anything if he asked me.”

he nodded, seemingly content with your lackluster answer, maybe because it was the most honest one you’d given in awhile.

as the game began, quinn would make little comments here and there, mainly about jack and his performance. “he’s playing really well,” he’d say.

after jack scored a goal, you saw him scanning the crowd as nico and his teammates rushed him. but he didn’t smile until you two locked eyes. and if you smiled as well, who was to blame you? surely they’ve never seen jack hughes embody the full weight of joy. in the corner of your eye, you could see quinn smirk, but you ignored it in favor of looking at the players.

the both of you walked down to the locker rooms, flashing your lanyards jack had given quinn earlier that day. you stood outside, bouncing on your toes.

“what’s got you so antsy?” quinn asked.

you stopped. just now noticing that you were wringing your hands together. “i--uh--”

“you made it!” nico came out first with his hands open and arms spread wide in greeting.

“why wouldn’t we be here?” quinn asked. “we made plans.”

it was a brief second, but you caught it nonetheless, the glance nico made toward you that said everything all at once. before you could comment, trevor and jack appeared, the latter having the biggest shit-eating grin you’d seen in awhile.

“who’s ready for dinner?” jack asked.

then

“if i was a worm, would you still love me?”

“what?” jack laughed, hands buried in your hair as you rested you head in his lap.

“if i was a worm--”

“no, i heard you. i was just giving you an opportunity to say something else.” you slapped his chest lightly with your hand and abruptly sat up before scooting towards the other side of the couch. “hey no, come back.”

“not until you say that you’d still love me as a worm.”

“would i even know it was you? how did you turn into a worm?”

“an evil wizard came down and turned me into a worm. does that answer your question?”

jack grabbed ahold of your ankles and dragged you back to him. he pressed his lips to the side of your head and smiled. “i’d love you even if you were the smallest worm.”

now

jack picked out a small italian restaurant twenty minutes away from the arena. when he finally pulled up to the building (all of you riding together), your stomach sank. it looked all too familiar.

the last time you’d been there, was the last date you had before you broke things off. part of you wondered if he selected that place on purpose, but the more rational part knew it was his favorite spot in town.

the five of you walked in and got a table. it didn’t go unnoticed that as you all sat down, the only seat left was next to your ex boyfriend.

“it’s nice to have the gang back together,” nico said. “i missed you guys.” you wanted to look down at the table, but when nico made eye contact with you and smiled, you were glad you didn’t.

“are you ready to order?” the server came up and asked. “i can give you a few minutes if you’d like.”

you panicked and looked down at the menu. you hadn’t been here in so long you couldn’t recall what you enjoyed the most. by the time it made it to you, you were no closer to figuring it out.

“you okay?” jack mumbled.

you looked up to see his earnest eyes focused on you and you alone. not the boys, not the pretty server, just you.

“i can’t remember what i usually get.”

jack reached over and pointed to the top left spot on the menu. “you used to get the carbonara.” but you weren’t looking at the menu. no. you were looking at his profile, how focused he was at reading the ingredients to make sure it was something you liked.

you knew it because it’s what he used to do all the time.

“i’ll get the carbonara, please,” you said with a small smile.

the server walked away to place the table’s orders and conversation picked up again.

“so,” trevor started, staring you down across the table with something akin to smugness on his face. “are you seeing anyone?”

“trev,” jack cut in.

“no, i think we should let her answer,” nico said. “i mean, it’s been awhile since we’ve all been together and caught up.”

“i--” you choked out, your heart beating hard in your chest.

“guys cmon,” jack started. “just leave it.”

there was something in you that sparked up at hearing his insistence you keep quiet. something that rebelled against the idea of staying silent.

so you spoke.

“i’ve been on a few dates.”

and the absolute devastation of jack’s face was enough to make you want to take it all back.

then

“do you really think that baseball cap is gonna hide your very recognizable face?” you asked him as you walked into yost ice arena.

“i’m hoping people will be too busy focusing on the game to look at me.”

“how could anyone ignore this handsome face?” you asked, taking your hand and squeezing his cheeks into a fish face.

he smacked your hand away and gripped it in his own, swinging it between both of your bodies. the both of you walked over to the row of seats his family saved.

his mother and father smiled at the sight of you. bringing you into a hug like you were a part of their family. and maybe, to them, you were. you and jack had been together for the better part of three years at that point.

despite not having seen his family in a few months, jack still sat on the outside with you tucked in between him and his mother with his hand resting on your thigh.

a shiver went up your spine spontaneously. jack shot you a look before he threw an arm around your shoulder, bringing you in as close as he could with an arm rest between you two.

“you okay?”

“just forgot how cold ice rinks are,” you replied in hopes he wouldn’t notice your flushed face. three years and that man could still do that to you.

"you get used to it after awhile,” he said as he kissed the side of your head.

no, you thought. i don’t think i will.

now

dinner wasn’t as lively as it once was after your confession. trevor and nico tried to compensate, hell even quinn was making an attempt at conversation, but it was obvious you and jack’s hearts weren’t in it.

he wouldn’t stop staring at you from the corner of his eye and you couldn’t help but stare at the food he remembered you loved right before you shattered his heart again.

it wasn’t long before the five of you were headed home after nico covered the bill. jack drove, leaving you in shotgun, and everyone else in the backseat pretending the tension wasn’t suffocating. jack dropped the boys off at the arena, with nico saying he could take quinn and trevor to their hotels before they all but scrambled out of the car.

which just left the two of you idling in the parking lot.

after jack saw them get into nico’s car, you fully expected him to drive off and take you home. but he just sat there.

“how long did you wait before trying to find someone else?” he asked while staring out the windshield.

“it wasn’t like that--”

“then what was it like? what was i supposed to think? we’ve been broken up for five months now and you’ve been on multiple dates?” his voice escalated.

part of you wanted to shrink back into the seat until you disappeared into the leather, the masochistic part of you fully believed this was what you deserved, the third part felt like a cornered predator.

and that’s what won out in the end.

“oh don’t act like you haven’t gone out with some girls--”

“i haven’t!” that shut you up really quickly. “i haven’t so much as looked at another girl since you broke up with me.” he finally looked at you, but you wished he wouldn’t have. the tears in his eyes triggered that part of you that you’d stifled the past few weeks, the part that constantly reminded you how fucked up you were.

so you did the only thing you knew how to do.

you unlocked the door--

and bolted.

then

you were signing discharge papers when jack burst into your hospital room sweating and disheveled. you smiled when he came in, using one hand to wave him closer.

“what the hell were you thinking? falling off a ladder? what was so important you couldn’t wait until i got home?” he walked over to you and straight into your arms anyway, despite his chiding tone.

the nurse took the papers away to be filed and left him with you.

“it’s just a broken ankle,” you said like one would talk about the weather. “it’ll be healed in a matter of weeks.”

jack pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “i don’t like it. i hate that you got hurt and i wasn’t there.”

“the only one at fault here is me, jack. i was trying to hang up...” you trailed off.

“hang up what?” he asked.

but the nurse came back in with a wheelchair and a smile. “you’re free to go, hon.”

jack wheeled you out to the lobby. the nurse waited with you while he pulled his car up. when his car was parked in the front, he ran back inside and helped you get settled onto your crutches, walking behind you with his hands prepared to catch you should you slip. he helped you into the passenger seat before jogging around the front of the car to drive off.

“so what were you hanging up when you fell off the ladder?”

you smirked. “you’ll see.”

jack rolled his eyes. “if it’s the pictures we got printed, i told you i’d get to it.”

“like i said, baby, you’ll see when you get home.”

he parked in the driveway and told you to stay put until he could help you get out of the car. once you were situated on your crutches, he glanced at you, your leg, and the stairs you would inevitably have to climb before he squatted down and gestured for you to climb on.

“jack, i don’t think this is necessary--”

“i think it’ll go faster if you just hop on and get it over with.”

you sighed and climbed on his back with one arm loosely wrapped around his neck, the other holding onto your crutches, his arms holding your legs in place around his hips. jack went up the stairs with little to no struggle, which just baffled you. even after living in your third floor apartment for eight months, you still found yourself winded after going up all those steps.

“each and every day you find a new way to impress me, hughes,” you commented,

“yeah? what is it this time?”

“how you don’t feel like dying every time you walk up these stairs.”

he laughed but didn’t offer a response.

“no, i’m serious,” you said. “what’s your secret.”

“being a professional athlete,’ he deadpanned.

you threw your head back and laughed as his foot hit the final stair. jack gently placed you down on the ground while you got situated on your crutches again.

“you good?” he asked.

you nodded. “i’m fine.”

jack unlocked the front door and nearly fell backwards into you when a loud “happy birthday” erupted from inside your apartment.

you nudged him forward with your non injured foot but he took a moment to glare at you. “you broke your leg to hang up birthday banners?”

you leaned in and kissed him. “happy birthday, jack.”

now

“get in the car.” jack had opened his door and gotten out almost as fast as you had.

but you shook your head and kept walking. “no.”

jack caught up to you rather easily, being in better shape than you for professional reasons. he gently grabbed your wrist and turned you around. “i don’t know who you think i am but i’m not leaving you here. it’s late, we’re in the middle of a parking lot--”

“it’s well lit--”

“and you’re not wearing a coat,” he continued on like you weren’t even talking. “you’re gonna get sick or kidnapped so please just get back in the car.”

“i can’t,” you whispered.

“why not?”

“because you keep looking at me like you hate me.”

that stopped him dead cold in his tracks. any movement he had, whether it was his hands running through his hair or his pacing back and forth. “what?” and you wanted to take it all back just so you didn’t have to hear how broken one syllable could sound.

and then the tears started, the embarrassment and humiliation and the shame from your confession earlier catching up to you finally. “and i don’t blame you because i was awful to you."

“why would you think that?”

“because everyone does!” and you’re so close to tearing your hair out in frustration. with whom? you weren’t sure if it was frustration aimed at yourself or jack or the situation.

“i’m not everyone,” he said in the quietest tone you’d ever heard him speak. “okay? i could never hate you, even if i wanted to.”

you kept sobbing. “you are way too good for me, jack hughes.”

but he shook his head and brought you into his chest, lips pressed to the top of your head. “that’s not true,” he said. “not even remotely close.” a beat passed. “i love you.”

“jack--”

he took your hand and placed it over his chest. “feel my fucking heartbeat right now and tell me i don’t love you.”

“i can’t do this,” you whispered.

“why not? do you not believe me?”

“i’m no good for you, jack! this won’t work. please, just take me home.”

then

a knock drew you out of your reverie from staring at the mirror and obsessing over your flyaways.

“it’s for you!” your roommate called. you giggled. actually giggled to yourself at the idea of jack standing in your living room with your roommates.

you rushed out, dress flaring at your thighs. jack turned around at the sound of you coming out of your room and smiled with a bouquet daffodils in his hands.

“you uh--” he stuttered. “you look amazing.”

“do a little twirl,” your roommate giggled.

you spun around before walking over to jack. “hi.”

“are you ready?” he asked once he got his bearings.

you nodded. “just let me put these in a vase--”

“i got it!” your roommate said. “you two have fun!” she said before all but shoving you out of the door.

“so what do you have planned?” you asked once you were on the road. you weren’t nervous per se, having known jack for a year before he finally asked you out.

“would you stop?” he laughed. “you’ll find out when we get there.”

you huffed and sat back in your seat, looking out the window while jack played some country music on his phone. when he finally parked, you recognized the arena almost immediately as the one he played in regularly.

“you took your day off from the ice rink to bring me...to the ice rink?”

jack rolled his eyes. “have some faith. stay here,” he said before popping out of the car and jogging around to your side to let you out.

“i could’ve gotten out myself,” you said.

“i know,” he shrugged. “but thank you for waiting anyway.”

you walked inside together, hand in hand. jack led you to the locker rooms where he picked up a bag and took your hand again before leading you to the rink.

before you was a blanket in the middle of the rink with a basket full of what you assumed was food.

“you didn’t,” you said.

jack shrugged.

“but how are we gonna get out there? i don’t have skates.”

he unzipped the bag in his hand and pulled out a pair of skates. “your roommate told me what size shoe you wore. i figured we could eat and then i could show you how to skate.” he explained.

“you bought these?” you asked.

he shrugged again. “yeah, but it was nothing.”

but it wasn’t nothing to you. it was everything.

now

you get the call at 4pm from an athletic trainer asking for your name. your heart settles in your throat when you hear the mention of jack’s name.

“there’s been an accident at the game tonight, he’s being rushed to the hospital right now. we called because he has you listed as his emergency contact.”

“o-okay,” you whispered into the phone. “which hospital is he going to?” the athletic trainer gave you the information as you hurried out the door in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and slippers.

you didn’t remember to go the speed limit, hell by the time you got to the hospital, you weren’t even sure if you ran a red light or not. all you could focus on was jack.

jack was hurt.

you needed to call ellen. you needed to call jim. you needed to call that old lady who lived across the hall and ask her to check if you locked your front door. but all of that took a backseat because jack was hurt.

when you parked, you were taking up two spaces, but didn’t give a fuck because you were sprinting to the front doors of the hospital. “hi,” you greeted the front desk woman. “i’m here for my boyfriend?”

“you’ll have to be a little more specific, baby,” she said.

“i--”

you heard your name being called and whipped your head around to see the athletic trainer standing there. “i can show you to his room, follow me.”

you nearly cried in relief and followed the trainer. “do you know what’s going on?”

the trainer shook her head. “we had an idea, but we’re not doctors.”

you nodded, unable to say anything else, even as you entered the elevator. the both of you walked out of the elevator and headed down a long hallway to the very end. she gestured at the door and nodded for you to go in.

you couldn’t breathe. not when even when you saw him laying in bed laughing at a tiktok on his phone with his left leg propped up.

he looked up when you walked in the room. “hey--” but he didn’t have time to finish before you were sprinting across the room, grabbing his face in your hands, and kissing the life out of him.

it took him a second, but he responded fairly quickly, his own hands winding around your waist. you weren’t sure how much time passed before you were pulling away and looking him in the eyes.

“are you okay?” he nodded, rendered speechless by your display of affection. “i’m sorry, they called me and i freaked out and i didn’t even get to change--”

“did you--” he looked at you, more specifically what you were wearing. “you’re not wearing pants or a coat. are you insane? it’s freezing outside and you’re not even wearing real shoes!”

“they said you were hurt,” you said like it explained everything. “i couldn’t think, i just dropped everything and...”

“why?

“i--”

“you rejected me the other night, which is fine, it sucked, but it’s fine. but it doesn’t explain why you showed up. i think i at least deserve an answer.”

you do, you thought to yourself. that and so much more.

“i’m your emergency contact,” you replied.

“shit,” he said. “sorry i forgot to change that, i’ll--”

“and you’re still mine.” he stopped his rambling as you stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. “when i got the call, i thought i was gonna lose you.”

“you’re never gonna lose me, baby.” he moved your hands off his face so he could hold yours. “i’m yours, always have been, always will be.”

“i love you,” you smiled.

and it was like the sun came out in the middle of that hospital room when he smiled back at you. jack pulled your lips to his, or at least tried to. you both kept smiling too much for it to fully be considered a kiss.

“do you remember,” you said against his mouth. “do you remember when you moved out and took all our stuff?”

“mhm,” he hummed, but he was too busy chasing after your lips.

“i kept the skates.”

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #my writing

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miel-ji · 10 months

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{8:16 pm}: Lee Minho

A/N: crack? (or my attempt lmao), from this request, pranks w/ bf!Minho

Minho loved to tease you, in fact, it was one of his love languages, and he loved that you played along with his antics. You even initiated it half of the time, and your playful nature was one of the reasons he had fallen so deeply. However, sometimes he got so caught up in messing with you that he momentarily forgot about your eventual retaliation. He knew that some would consider it childish, but he couldn’t deny how attractive you were when you’d get riled up.

You had been complaining about how hungry you were, but you didn’t know what you wanted to make or if you wanted to order something. After so long of listening to you debate with yourself, your master chef of a boyfriend had sweetly offered to make you a sandwich. You waited in anticipation as you heard him cooking only to be handed a cabbage, egg, and ketchup sandwich. “Darling, respectfully… what is this?” you asked him, eyeing the plate.

“What do you mean, pretty? I made a sandwich.” He said innocently, but he knew what he was doing from his wide grin. “Fit for a bunny,” he playfully booped you on the nose to which you swatted his hand away.

“I’m not a bunny. You’re a bunny… ” you grumbled as you took the sandwich from him, examining it closely, “there’s still plastic on the cheese.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you with a playful smirk, “I thought you were hungry.” When you only pouted at him, he took the plate from you before calmly unwrapping the cheese, reassembling the sandwich, and taking a big bite out of it. “What are you going to do about it?” You were rendered speechless at the time, opting to just scowl at him, but in his fits of laughter before pecking your lips and walking out the door, he missed the mischievous glint in your eye as the gears in your head started turning.

You had the perfect window to get him back by the time he would get home from practice, so you immediately got to work. Later in the evening, you took a peaceful nap, waiting for his return.

He came in the door with his hair slightly damp with sweat and shirt still sticking to him from practicing hard that evening. He slipped off his shoes and took notice of the quiet apartment, “Love?“ He called out to you, but when he approached the couch, he saw you buried under a fluffy blanket softly asleep. A soft smile played on his lips as he carefully sat on the edge of the couch beside you.

He took a moment to admire the way your eyelashes kissed your cheeks and soft tufts of breath left your slightly parted lips. He reached down to gently stroke your hair and you stirred slightly in your sleep, causing the blanket to slip off your shoulder. Minho pulled away and stood up to pull the covers back over you when he noticed you were clutching something yellow to your chest. He pulled the covers back to find a bbokari in place of your leebit, and he scowled at the rogue skzoo.

He decided that he would just replace it with the bunny, trying to cautiously slip the plush from your arms when you blinked awake, “Min?”

“Love, where is lee bit?” He asked you softly, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Why are you cuddling this random bird? You know, they’re much better to eat than to nap with.” He narrowed his eyes at the plush.

You make a show of getting comfortable with bbokari again, settling back down for your nap before taking a peek at him, “you know rabbit stew is a thing right?”

“We do not talk about that in this household! Leebit could hear you-” He paused and raised a skeptical brow at you before he asked you slowly, “Where is he?”

“Check the freezer,” you replied nonchalantly, checking your nails as you acted disinterested.

He gave you a confused look before slowly getting up and making his way to the kitchen. You grinned to yourself as you got up to follow him, trying to contain your giggles. He opened the freezer door, and his boba eyes went wide at what he saw. His mouth formed an ‘o’ as little laughs of disbelief shook him, and he carefully reached inside.

“Y/n? What did you do?” He held a block of ice in his hands that had the tips of a pair of familiar bunny ears sticking out the top, turning it to look at all sides like he wasn’t processing what he was seeing. “Leebit? Can you hear me?” He called out to the plush in faux panic, the corners of his mouth curving up in a bemused grin.

“Sometimes mischievous little bunnies need to chill out,” you explained to him with a shrug before walking up to him and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Just thought I’d remind you.” At your words, Minho tilted his head, and from the flicker in his eyes, you knew that your upper hand was slipping. He chuckled dryly before turning to place the ice in the sink. When he faced you again, he was relaxingly leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. “Is that so bunny?”

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nerdieforpedro · 4 days

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WIP Wednesday

I haven’t been working on much. 👀 So I think I have three previews? One would say that’s not nothing Nerdie and they are correct. It’s just my brain has been…flipped upside down, shaken and stirred and jostled a little just for funsies. 😑 Bah.

Anyway! Good news is that I am heavy in the fluff camp! Smut was lost between being shaken and stirred I think. 🤔

I was tagged by @secretelephanttattoo @604to647 @djarins-cyare and @inept-the-magnificent 💕💕💕 Thank you for thinking of me. ❤️

Previews under the cut:

The first is for “Our Journey Across the Star Ocean.”

His hand touched face one time with his bare hand next to Grogu’s little green one on your cheek, his thumb brushed against your lips. He held it there a moment before dropping his hand. You wonder if he was embarrassed or sorry that he did so. But his hand is once again in yours as he charts the course to the next bounty.

It’s not only the small touches. Din always remembers enough cleaning supplies for your tools and the ship in addition to the small little caf cakes you like after a bounty goes well. Din might have started eating one as he would buy three instead of just two. The small parchment paper in the refuse was the evidence he’d had one.

It’s very cute I think. 💕 we’re at part four, may end at part five because…reasons. 👀

The second preview is for a random Dieter Bravo series I wanna write just because:

“I’ll text Mindy. It will be fine. Anything happens she’ll blame me anyway. You can just be licking ice cream off your lips.” Scooting closer to Tamia, Dieter purposely lowers his head to look up at her, using his deep brown eyes to his advantage. If you’ve got it, use it right?

Huffing, Tamia reluctantly agrees to Dieter’s proposal for ice cream. A car is summoned and they’re off within ten minutes. A flurry of texts from Mindy stating that he needs to take Tamia home now go ignored other than Dieter’s one reply: Okay mom. We’ll be back in plenty of time. It’s just ice cream.

Who doesn’t want ice cream, especially with Dieter? 🥰

Lastly, I’m working on Only Pieces of you Mr. Morales finale it’s longer than a Drabble (my bad) but I gotta wrap it up properly:

There stands Francisco, a messy mop of dark curls bouncing on the back of his neck, his gray t-shirt struggling to contain his biceps and shoulders. He was wearing tan cargo shorts that cupped the curve of his ass just right. He’s finishing up the eggs, the bacon is to the side, pancakes are keeping warm in a metal baking pan covered with foil. The table is set with orange juice and syrup already out. If she wasn’t apprehensive about what conversation they were going to have, she’d tell him to cover all the food and head back to the bedroom. This is by far one of the sexiest and sweetest things he does for her: letting her not worry about anything. She’s waiting for his usual line of “breakfast is served mi amor (my love).” That’s not what he turns and says.

And a last sentence because @djarins-cyare did one:

Javi and Abigail watched the cerulean blue waves roll against the rocks as they finished up their meal.

I made progress on my Javi G series Two Hearts by the Ocean finally! 🌊

NPT: @rhoorl @maggiemayhemnj @laurfilijames @grogusmum @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

@goodwithcheese @djarinmuse @connectioneverywhere @morallyinept @megamindsecretlair

@soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @spacecowboyhotch @avastrasposts @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@magpiepills @pedroshotwifey @julesonrecord @alltheglitterandtheroar @pamasaur

@saturn-rings-writes

PS: I might have made notes to two Moon Knight fics. 👀 Again for reasons…maybe found while being flipped. Who knows these things really?

#WIP #wip wednesday #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #frankie morales #dieter bravo #moon knight #just before the stroke of midnight

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Price invites the boys to his place for the easter hunt. He hid eggs but also beer. Like- a six pack of beer bottles, hidden in the most absurd places.

They weren’t aware of the alcohol. They were just pointed towards the woods and was told “happy hunting”. Price said if they hit the property line they went too far. Then he left them be. They were just looking for eggs in the beginning.

They were colorful. Some weren’t really hidden while others Price definitely had fun hiding. It was Gaz who found the first beer. He picked it up, confused, and turned to look at Soap who was nearby.

“I found beer.”

Soap’s face lit up instantly, “I LOVE THAT OLD MAN!”

The two instantly started to search harder, more focused on finding the beer than the eggs. An hour would pass before they stumble back to house, drunk and giggling. Price seen this and sighed.

“I knew that I left too much out there…”

Soap hugged Price, “I love yooouuuuu~~”

“Yea, yea-“

Gaz, who was a tiny bit less drunk than Soap, looks around before looking back at Price.

“Where’s Spooky?”

“He’s not with you?”

Gaz blinks before turning back to the woods, “No-? Shit, did we ditch him?”

Soap laughs, “He’ll be fine! He’s the biggest, strongest, prettiest— What was I saying?”

Price rolls his eyes before pushing Soap towards the house, “Go inside. I’ll keep an eye out for Ghost.”

Gaz trudges past, Price patting his shoulder as he goes. Once they’re both inside Price sits on the deck stairs and waits. And he waits. And waits… At least an hour and a half pass and Price is officially worried. So he gets up and goes to the house. The boys were laying on the living room floor, eating their candy while watching TV. Soap appeared to be in a candy coma on top of being drunk so he didn’t even move when Price spoke.

“I’m heading out to look for Ghost. You two stay here.”

Gaz sits up, “He still hasn’t come back?”

“No. But I’m sure he’s fine wherever he is. If I’m not back in an hour, then you can start worrying.”

Price knew these woods like the back of his hand so he was confident he would find Ghost quickly. He first checked all the areas that he knows he hid the eggs and beer. When he didn’t see any trace of Ghost he frowns and starts moving deeper in the woods.

“Simon?!” Price called out in hopes of the man answered back.

What he got was a weird sound that made chills go down his spine. Price froze in place and turned towards it. The sound came from the creek. Price made his way over. The creek was alive, the water flowing gently. Price stood on top of the bank, looking around before looking down. Seeing Ghost curled up like that scared him.

“Simon!”

Price jumps down and startles Ghost, who was probably more shit faced than Soap. His mask was gone, his eyes red, and he looked very tired. He sees Price and just lunges forward and latches onto him. Price wheezes as they fall into the soil.

There was a reason why Ghost didn’t really drink around the others. Though it didn’t happen every time, Ghost still didn’t want to risk the others seeing him like this. He was a very sad drunk, just gets quiet and teary eyed. Price was hoping that the joyous holiday would make sure he didn’t get upset but that didn’t work.

“Hey! We were worried!”

Ghost has his face buried in Price’s chest, “They left me.”

“Oh, no they didn’t! They just gotten separated from you, is all.”

Ghost let’s out a shaky breath, Price rubbing his shoulders as he helps him sit up. Ghost was frowning in a almost cartoony manner. Price sighs before standing, offering a hand to Ghost.

“Come on, son. Let’s go back to the house.”

Ghost’s cartoon frown deepened and Price braced himself as the man climbed onto his feet rather quickly. He’s pulled into a bone-crushing hug, the wind almost squeezed out of him. He pats Ghost’s back before wheezing.

“Simon—“

Ghost let’s go, blinking, “Fuck sorry!”

Price rubs his ribs, “It’s okay! Let’s get your bag.”

Ghost was quiet on the way back, Price not bothering to bring up his missing mask. It’s not like the man didn’t have several spares laying around. They walk into the house and Gaz is passed put along with Soap. Price smiles softly before herding Ghost into the living room.

Who would’ve thought he would have three grown sons before the age of forty?

#ghost has abandonment issues #cod mwii #call of duty #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #dad price #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #fic #fanfic #modern warfare

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local-critter · 3 months

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Hello! I saw that you’re doing arcana headcannons!!!! Could you do one for an Mc that doesn’t have a large appetite? Like they’ll take one small meal a day if that and won’t be hungry?

I hope this is good enough! Not very sure I like how it turned out 😞

Also I was struggling to make this a bulleted list as that's my preferred format but i chose not to pick that battle because I didn't want to individually click on every line of text so i apologize about that

Asra

Noticed when he was home how little you ate, so before they left on trips they made sure the kitchen was fully stocked

He hides little snacks all over the shop and the apartment upstairs for you

They leave Faust with you whenever they’re going to be out for mot if not all of the day so she can make sure you eat something, even if you’re not hungry

You know yourself better than him, so if you say you’re not really hungry he’ll believe you but he might nudge a little snack towards you just in case

You two eat together for at least one meal a day

If you haven’t eaten in six hours or more, they request your aid in the kitchen and then subtily ask you to taste test everything

They know you just have a small appetite, you’ve always been like that since before the plague so he’s not too concerned

If you don’t eat much during breakfast and you don’t eat any snacks throughout the day he’ll gently but sternly steer you towards the kitchen and insist on making you something

Julian

Bro doesn’t notice

You two eat breakfast together and chances are it’ll be all he eats until he gets home at the end of the day

While you have a small appetite, he just forgets to eat, too busy trying to help his patients

It’s only if/when he has a day or two off for one reason or another that he sees how little you eat and he gets worried

Maybe you’re sick and he was too busy to realize??

Or you’re in the process of coming down with something?

Before he even asks you about it, this man is searching through his books and journals for any and all causes of loss of appetite

That’s how you’ll find him; pacing and muttering under his breath as he runs his hand through his hair repeatedly and flips through books frantically

He didn’t realize when you caught the plague so he refuses to miss you getting sick again

You have to sit him down and explain that you’re not sick, you just typically don’t have much of an appetite but you do eat

So now on top of your shared meal you two share several snacks throughout the day, both for his comfort and yours

He gets to make sure youre eating and you get to make sure hes eating

Win/win

Nadia

Also didn’t really notice

She’s a very busy countess, lunch and dinner are typically special events so you two eat breakfast together and that’s it

Her day is usually packed full of meetings

Portia would be the one to tell her you hardly eat and she gets worried it’s because you don’t like the food and you’re too scared to tell her

Or maybe you have an allergy she hasn’t been notified about

Genuinely nervous that you’re too scared to communicate something or it’s a medical issue or something

Clears her schedule for a day and sits down with you to have a long talk about your needs and preferences and comfort levels to avoid the same situation later down the line

You both leave that talk with a stronger understanding of each other and it does improve your relationship

She’s incredilby relieved at your explanation

Muriel

He notices immediately, as soon as you start the trip south

So does Morga

He doesn’t address it or anything, but Morga definitely does

She’s pretty annoyed because it’s a grueling trip and you need as much energy as you can get if you expect to not only keep up with her but also learn to fight

Once you and Muriel start living together he gets worried

It’s not as though you don’t have enough to eat, you do

You both make sure of it

If nothing else there’s eggs the chickens so kindly donate

You just eat a meal and that’s it for the day

He grew uo never having enough to eat, never knowing when his next meal would be so food is very important to him

Whenever he cooks, he makes you small portion and you two eat together; even if you’re not hungry, for his own peace of mind

Also when you start experimenting with food to find what he does and doesn’t like, he makes sure you try the food with him too

He feels more at ease knowing you’re well-fed/full

Inanna stares at you in disappointment until you finish eating and she’s sure you’re full

Shes like a stern mom

Portia

Notices the second quickest

She doesn’t think much of it but starts making you more food in hopes of encouraginy you to eat more

Gets worried when it doesn’t work

Almost immediately sits you down to ask what that’s about

Is relieved when you explain that it’s not because you don’t like her cooking and you’re not sick

Appreciates your honesty

Still tries to get you to eat a little more though

Youre a powerful magician! You need a lot of energy to perform all those big spells!

She has Pepi deliver you snacks sometimes

Makes sure to eat lunch with you if she can, but you two typically eat breakfast together and if dinner isn’t a special event then you eeat together then too

Lucio

He’s surprisingly observant so he notices practically as soon as you bind his soul to you

Especially since for three years, he wanted to eat so badly

Little bit irritated that you have the ability and you don’t take full advantage of it

Once the whole mess with The Devil is over and you’re journeymen, he gets worried

You need the energy to travel, and the jobs you pick up

At first he thinks it’s because you just don’t have a lot to eat so he and the dogs start hunting more, because the dogs love you too

You have to explain to him that it’s just that you don’t have much of an appetite

He accepts your explanation but still picks up some snacks here and there from whatever village or town you stop at/go through

Bugs you sometimes to eat a little bit more if you’re going to pick up a bigger/more difficult job

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana apprentice #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader

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dream-phantasm · 1 year

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An Easter Chocolate Disaster!

Fufufu, posting this a little late in the day (at least where I am) but happy Easter! I hope you had a fun day, packed full of fun activities like egg hunting! Or, if you’re anything like me and didn’t do anything, then, I hope you had a nice day!

Additionally, happy birthday to Vil! Always and forevermore the prettiest one of them all! Hope you enjoy! No spoilers or warnings for now but this might change in future installments :)

"Grim, can you even eat chocolate?" You ask skeptically.

"Yes, henchman. I'm not a cat dazo." Grim rolls his eyes, reaching for another egg. You swat his paw away. "Okay, I'm just making sure." You frown. It's a total lie. You just wanted the chocolate eggs to yourself.

"Ding dong!"

"Henchman, the doorbell's ringing dazo! Go shut it up, go!" Grim shouts, eagerly inching closer to the chocolate eggs. "Fine! Just don't- I see that!" You glare at him as you put down the bowl.

Wait, we don't have a doorbell. The thought only crosses your mind as you walk toward the door. You cautiously open it. There's a box in front of you. For some reason, you're relieved it's not a letter. Though, attached to the box is a little card.

Hey, little demon! We got a new shipment of lovely chocolate eggs just in time for Easter. My friends on the other side suggested sending over a package to you, for your continued patronage at Mr. S's Mystery Shop! Remember, we've got almost everything IN STOCK!

Happy Easter!

You blink. You reach down for the box and bring it inside. Unsurprisingly, Grim is caught in the middle of shoving another chocolate egg down his throat. He gulps.

"Don't blame me if you start vomiting and peeing all over the place." You huff, tucking the box under your arms. "Fygaa! I told you, I'm no cat dazo!" Grim insists. "Sure, sure. Since you had all of those, then this box is all mine!" You smirk and watch as his jaw drops, drool almost forming at his mouth.

"Wha-! I want them too dazo!" He gets up immediately, rushing over to your legs and standing. "Nope, they're all for me. Too bad, too sad." You grin wickedly, you open the box and pop a chocolate egg into your mouth.

It happens too fast.

Poof!

A cloud of smoke later, everything overwhelms you. "F-Fygaaa!? Henchman!?" Grim's voice is extremely loud and it's…great sevens. You look up, a gigantic Grim towers over you, looking just as shocked.

What you're even more surprised at is the face that looks back at you in the reflection of Grim's wide blue eyes. A terrified, fluffy bunny. A loud scream erupts from your throat.

I might post this on Ao3? Not sure. I’ll be releasing individual dorm parts (and then maybe individual short headcanons for the boys) as we go! If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

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hemipenal-system · 7 months

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Bit of a hard vore question... pack animals hunting you down to fight over you and tear you apart, single large animal that can swallow you whole, or tiny creature that burrows inside you to eat you from the inside out?

absolutely all, just different scenarios! cut here bc this one is massive

Pack Hunters

-werewolves chasing me down through the woods, waiting for me to trip over something. when i fall, they’re on me immediately, tearing at my limbs first, slowly, sadistically tearing me apart one section at a time, fucking my body before devouring it.

-y’all ever heard of the Mares of Diomedes? something like that with unicorns or their demonic equivalent. walking through the stables not realizing they eat meat, idly scratching at them as i walk. stopping when one seems a bit too interested in my skin, its snuffling and mouthing at my hands becoming quick bites from sharp teeth hidden by thick lips. i go to step away and there’s another behind me. they’re all out of their stalls.

-walking through a hive of tiny dragons. stopping as one perches on my shoulder. shooing it off me. another one lands on my jacket, scrabbling up me to rest on my head. suddenly finding three or four on me. one clambers up to my face, wing-claws grabbing my ears as it sniffs me eagerly before dipping in and taking my nose in its mouth, biting hard and shaking its head back and forth until it tears off. the second the smell of blood is in the air, the entire hive drops onto me. i can run for the entrance, but there are thousands of them in this cave, and each one only needs about a finger’s worth of meat but i can only feed so many mouths…

Swallowed Whole

-dragon pinning me under its claws, licking me all over and drenching me with saliva before pulling me into its mouth, squeezing me in its tongue before swallowing me and holding me in its muscular crop, the wet walls sticking on to my face.

-basically the same as above but with a gryphon

-some manner of creature finding me in the harsh winter trying to start a fire, soaked and freezing to death, and well-meaningly swallowing me to keep me warm. it explains none of this to me, of course.

-playing hide and seek and hiding in a massive dusty chest. trying to get out after and it’s locked. realizing it’s a mimic when a long, wet tongue runs up one of my thighs.

-a naga not much bigger than me coiling me up, squeezing me until i can’t resist, and eating me slowly, muscular throat contracting again and again around me as it tries to pull in a prey animal just a bit too large

-me being really small and eaten by basically any small, harmless animal. rodents, rabbits, rat snakes, mustelids. you name it.

-actually quite a few dinosaurs satisfy the one about the dragon/gryphon above too

-specifically large carnivorous birds as preds. a hawk pinning me under her claws like a mouse, teasingly asking me why i’m not trying to run. the reason is because i know i wouldn’t be able to get anywhere even if i tried. her claws tighten around me before she grabs my legs in her beak, spreading her wings out and mantling me as she drags me into her mouth

Eaten Alive

this one has almost nothing but i do occasionally enjoy the idea of some kind of alien insect thing grabbing me and pulling me into a dark alleyway, slipping a slender ovipositor into me and filling me with hundreds of tiny eggs. then i just have to go about my life. when they hatch they all start eating each other until the biggest and strongest is sitting in my guts, and i can feel them all writhing around as that happens. it lives off my food for a while, but when it gets bigger that’s not enough and it starts taking small bites of me. it never kills me, but when it gets big enough to survive outside of its host it climbs up, slowly, methodically, clawed limbs hooking into me as it pulls itself up before climbing out of my throat and scurrying off into the darkness

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tigersullivan01 · 11 months

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Alma Peregrine x Reader- kitchen chaos

Y/n pov

“Hugh! Stop it, you’re getting it everywhere!” I let out a sigh as I grab the bowl with half of the pie dough left in it and puts it on the counter.

“Go and take a bath, I’ll clean up this mess” I muttered as I looked around the kitchen, how can one boy cover the hole kitchen in pie dough? And how can you fail so spectacularly in making said dough? Even myself is covered in the sticky mess, I grab the cleaning stuff and start working on the mess.

Finally after an hour of scrubbing the kitchen is finally clean so we can cook dinner, i sigh and head upstairs and change my clothes to clean once and head downstairs. Standing in shock at the doorway to the kitchen as I see flour, eggs and milk all over the counter and floor, Clare standing on a kitchen chair covered in the stuff and Millard, Emma and Olive only covered in flour.

“What happened in here? I was gone for five minutes”

“Ops we are baking cookies but we’re out of flour and eggs” Emma explains giggling as Millard continues the catastrophe. I sigh heavily and put Clare back on the floor.

“Emma give Clare a bath and clean up yourself. Olive and Millard go clean yourselves up and head down to the village and get four eggs and a pack of flour, of you go”

After they scurry out I repeat the process of cleaning the kitchen AGAIN before starting dinner, hearing a small explosion behind me and feeling the back of my shirt being covered with a wet and sticky substance. Wiping my head around I se Enoch with a smirk on his face with one of his little alive thighs with an empty catapult arm.

“What did you throw on me Enoch? Why are you throwing things at me anyway?”

“Oh just some water and cornstarch, I wanted to test my creation”

“You had to do that on me? And why that mixture? It’s horrible to try to wash out of clothes”

“Because it’s thick and heavy”

“………*-*………go to your room immediately”

Finishing dinner and putting it on the table, getting Alma from her office and changing clothes AGAIN, we finally sit down for dinner. I just pick at my food as the others eat, having lots my appetite completely and being bone tired.

“Why aren’t you eating dear?”

“Mmmm not hungry”

“Are you sure? You didn’t eat much for lunch”

“I’m sure love”

Me and Alma have our quiet conversation as the children eat.

Alma and I stay a little later at the table talking with each other as the children put their dishes in the kitchen, as me and Alma enter the kitchen afterwards I can’t help myself, and luckily there were no children around.

“How the f*ck can they get the kitchen so messy?! All it takes is FIVE minutes and there is food on the ceiling, a book it the fridge and milk in the cupboard! HOW!” Alma slammed her hand over my mouth.

“Clean this up and then go to our room, your sleeping on the loveseat tonight” She practically growled as her blue eyes turned cold, doing as my wife tells me without a word as she goes to the children for the movie. Tears prickled in the corner of my eyes as I wipe off the counter and wash the plates, when I’m done I simply turn into a fox and run silently upstairs with my tail between my legs. Curling up in the corner of the room under the dresser, together with the cobwebs and a small spider I don’t even bother getting outside I fall asleep.

Alma’s pov

Cursing at the children really? That was low and unjustified of them, they didn’t even have a reason! Yes the children mess the kitchen up occasionally but that’s nothing to curs about! I lean against the doorframe as I angrily puff on my pipe as Horse shows his dreams, it’s the usual clothes and stuff. After that we head out to reset, I feel someone tug on my skirt.

“Yes Clare?”

“Why isn’t Mx Fox here? They’re always here!” Smiling softly and pulling out my pocket watch.

“They said some bad words about the kitchen before, so they have to go to bed early” Enoch chuckled

“That’s the second time they have cleaned the kitchen today”

“No….if they cleaned up after you then that’s three times” Emma chimes in and my eyes widen a little.

“No! Four times! I accidentally messed the kitchen up too” Hugh says as he scratches the back of his neck, my eyes are probably the size of plates and I nearly mess up the reset.

“FOUR TIMES?!” I look at the children in shock.

“Get ready for bed, now” I quickly walked inside and upstairs to our bedroom, opening the door quickly and looking around. Not here? I check the bathroom, hallway, library, kitchen and living room, looking under every furniture. Why do they have to be so good at hiding? I walk back to our bedroom and look everywhere i can think of, finally I find them in the corner under the dresser curl up in a tight ball…. I grab a pillow and blanket and lay down outside the dresser looking at them sadly.

“Love?……….baby?……..please come out….” Slowly reaching under the dresser and rubbing my finger gently over their snout as they slowly blink their eyes open

Y/n pov

Blinking my eyes open and seeing Alma laying on the floor, a sad smile on her face as she gently scratches the top of my head.

“Please baby can you come out? I’m sorry for earlier…..I should have asked you why you reacted like that…” Hesitantly crawling out and into her arms as she picks me up into her arms and hugs me tightly.

“I’m so sorry love, i didn’t know what had happened. Do you feel up to saying good night to the children?” Contemplating for a bit before getting out of her arms and transforming into my human state and offering a hand for Alma to get up.

“Just….please don’t look at me with those cold eyes again” I whisper before going to the children to tuck them in and say good night. As I return to our bedroom i see Alma standing in her nightgown with a small smile as she pulls me to the bed and makes me sit down as she changes me into my pjs before laying me down, tucking me in with my green frog stuffy and spooning me from behind.

“You can be your adorable little orange fur ball if you want” she whispered in my ear, well I’m in heaven. How can someone be so comfortable? Snuggling close to her as I fall asleep.

In the morning i sleep in a little while Alma scolds the children on proper ways to be in the kitchen and how to clean it after themselves, the bird was quite angry.

A little sad but fluffy in the end. I’ve had no good ideas for stories lately so I gave you what was good enough of my many failed attempts, I hope it’s good enough and feel welcome to request ideas you want to read about. -Tiger

#alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #fluff

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shitpunsforshitnuns · 1 year

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OBSESSED with the fact that the infamous “gross American food” poll is fully just poor people food that people still make/buy either because it was passed through their family or because they’re still poor. Allow me to elaborate. Here’s the poll if you’ve managed to avoid the discourse:

American Chocolate tastes different because of two factors: the majority of our cacao comes from South America unlike Europe which generally imports from Africa (moving product farther costs more money). Also, American chocolate is only required to have 10% cacao as opposed to Europe’s 20% (using less cacao and supplementing with readily available sweeteners like corn syrup costs less money). In fact, the very first American Chocolate company (Baker Chocolate Company) was so aware of how much less wealthy the early US was than Europe’s established market for chocolate, that their bars came with a money back guarantee for anyone who was disappointed with the sweets. The current financial situation in the US is well known to the rest of the world- of course we still make and eat cheap chocolate, the bones of our country are exploitation. Also, the dairy content is lower in American chocolates which makes them more shelf stable. Shelf stable foods are important for communities living paycheck to paycheck who have money for a chocolate bar right now but won’t for their kid’s birthday in a week.

Bologna feels self explanatory to me. It’s made of literal scraps from the meat production industry that are then turned into a “sausage” and cured to give the product more longevity. I like fried bologna because it was cheaper for my dad’s parents when he was a kid. My dad likes bologna for the same reason.

Watergate Salad is made of shelf stable ingredients. Many desserts require eggs or dairy that can be expensive and expire quickly. Those desserts then get stale if they aren’t eaten immediately. Canned fruits, pistachio pudding mix, and cool whip (which is hydrogenated oil and very little dairy) will all keep for a while. You can buy them in bulk and put them in your cabinets or freezer until you want to use them and then the salad itself will keep in the fridge. See again the importance of shelf stable foods to impoverished communities.

Twinkies are cheap and go stale slowly. See again the importance of shelf stable foods in impoverished communities.

Grits, Boiled Peanuts, and Biscuits and Gravy are all southern comfort food staples. I was born and raised in north Georgia, it’s very important to me to note that almost all southern food was co-opted from freed slaves by poor rural white folk in the south. Plain grits can be deeply unappetizing but they are cheap and self stable. You can add butter and salt or even seasoned meat and veggies. Grits are rarely a whole meal all to themselves and when they are you add some cheese or salt at the very least. George Washington Carver (a black man many people outside of Georgia should acquaint themselves with at least a little better) turned peanuts into a massive cash crop in Georgia because they are nitrogen fixing! They replace the nitrogen other cash crops (like cotton and tobacco) take out of the soil. In order for your fields to stay viable, you have to plant something like this every once in a while, so most farmers had peanuts themselves or had a neighbor growing peanuts. Boiling them is a quick, easy way to get salt on the nuts themselves. The water soaks through the shells and seasons and softens the nuts. Water is free and peanuts will keep until the fats start to go south, no wonder they picked up popularity among rural folk and travelers alike. Biscuits and gravy are another scrap food. A good sausage gravy is made of leftover sausage and southern biscuits are a savory, buttery carb that is filling and gives you energy you need somewhere like a farm. The negative stereotypes of the south are pervasive and often rooted in racism. Find someone whose grandma has been making these foods her whole life before you form an opinion.

Meatloaf is seasoned more often than not. Like. Sorry you ate meatloaf that wasn’t salted. Anyway, meatloaf is another scrap food! Meat scraps are ground up and then formed into a loaf. Most people put tomato sauce or ketchup on it. Canned tomato products are, you guessed it, shelf stable, and can also be canned at home fairly safely.

The United States at large is not ignorant of the world around it. We are aware that other foods exist. Either we are choosing to eat these or our financial situations are backing us into corners. This is all without even touching upon the prevalence of food deserts in low-income, minority communities in the US. If you’re aware of all this and you really just want to critique the wealth disparity in the US, punch up. Go after the guys with money, not the food that the rest of us find joy in making out of the scraps. Also, making fun of the British is always punching up. Maybe if you had caused fewer wealth disparities that directly impacted the food eaten in other countries, we would be nicer about yours.

#I wrote all this on mobile #so i couldn't link sources #but google is free #american food #american food poll #biscuits and gravy #american chocolate #bologna #watergate salad #twinkies #grits #boiled peanuts #meatloaf #long post

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sucidehotlinegang · 4 months

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Hot take but I really do believe that Aiden’s parents are the trying the best they can type.

I really don’t like it when people say that his parents don’t care about their child at all which isn’t true at all 💀 did we read the same webtoon, and how Jessica is the worst of them all.

As you can see BOTH of his parents are by his side and his mom is calling out for him in fear, I mean parents that don’t care about their child wouldn’t be present at the moment of the child’s need.

Here she is holding him and still fearing for dear life that something bad could happen to her son.

Aiden’s dad near him, and some people ask “well where is Jessica?” She was in the kitchen shown here. They all started to eat breakfast the moment the others left to go to the school and if you saw the eggs they’re already almost done which means that she has been in there since that shot of Aiden in the couch.

She’s just a mother worried, her sisters son is also in the dimension that the parents know NOTHING about and after the story Ashlyn’s mom(I forgot her name ☹️) it really does seem that Ashlyn is the center of it all because the moment she popped out of the womb a phantom tried to reach her, and I’m not even gonna say Ashlyn’s mom is in the wrong she is an absolute queen for defending her child from any blame. But I’m not blaming Jessica either for wondering/asking if Ashlyn is the reason.

Returning to more about them being parents, we established that they have pretty big jobs and that they’re usually always away on business trips. These are related to work and with you have a child to raise, you gotta have a job and do anything that the job requires you to do so you can get the money. I really do head canon that he always had a babysitter watch over him while they were away and they gave him EVERYTHING he asked for to make up for the times they are away from him.

“What about his depression? What if his parents caused the depression?” Depression isn’t always trigged by a certain event that happens, depression can be genetic like me. But of course depression needs to be fueled so there could be a lack of communication between him and his parents, from the picture we saw in his room he looked VERY unhappy in the picture. He could not like what he did when he was a child that his parents signed him up for, he could lack the ability to standing up for himself. Lack of communication causes relationships to go bad, but of course these are just theories since we don’t know full detail of his backstory but this is my whole reasoning to me believing that they’re just trying their best.

#school bus graveyard #Aidenclarkparents #webtoon #trying #trying to be better #aiden clark #depression #theory

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jasntodds · 11 months

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Petrichor [2]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb)

Words: 14,300

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of nudes??, my knowledge of motorcycles is limited to Honda CBRs and dirtbikes so, mentions of death, description of a bruise, nightmare, hurt/comfort, mentions of torture, mentions of scars

Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞

Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now.

A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter!! I promise, things happen next chapter 👀 If you want context from book 1, let me know and I’ll tell you!! You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis 😭

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The next morning comes and Jason wakes up first, still laying on you. This is the first night in weeks he feels so well-rested, so comfortable. He pretends that you aren't part of the reason he actually slept well. It's definitely just a coincidence. He decides it was just complete exhaustion from not sleeping and the flight to and from San Francisco. That's all it is. But he takes a moment to smile softly as you sleeps.

He wonders if today will be different. Every single time you fall asleep together, you wake up the morning after and it's awkward. It always feels like something happened when it didn't and neither of you ever know what to do about it. It's as if you’re too vulnerable with each other to be just friends and you both know it, deep down in the very back of your heads. But neither of you ever want to address it so it gets weird. And he wonders if it'll be like that here, with just the two of you and Bruce.

Jason doesn't let himself sit in comfort for long before he gets up, careful not to wake you up. Once he's on his feet, he takes the blanket and pulls it over your shoulders with a tender smile before he heads off to the kitchen. He finds Bruce in the kitchen with a morning coffee on one of the tablets.

"Good morning, Jason." Bruce says, looking up from his tablet. Bruce definitely walked by the bedrooms which were wide open and found the two of you asleep on the couch.

"Morning." Jason responds, his voice a little happier than usual.

"Late night?"

Jason freezes at the fridge before looking over at Bruce. "No." Jason scoffs. "We fell asleep watching a movie."

"Okay." Bruce chuckles softly, mostly to himself and Jason's eyes narrow at him.

Jason pulls out a carton of eggs, some cheese, and some ham before heading over to the stove. He warms up the pan with some butter and gets a cup of coffee for himself. Jason gets the eggs ready to be put in the pan for an omelet, grabbing a few of his favorite spices and he gets to work. Jason always preferred omelets for breakfast, they're easy, filling, plenty of protein, and there's a million ways he can make them. He always mixes it up and he likes that. He's definitely eating more here than he was at the tower and his body is immensely grateful for it.

While the first side of his omelet cooks, Jason gets more ingredients out from the fridge and cabinets. He's now gained Bruce's attention again. Jason always makes food for himself. Even when Alfred was around, Jason would prefer to make his own food or at least help. But, Bruce is watching him take out milk and flour and that's definitely not a part of Jason's usual breakfast. And Bruce figures out what he's doing as Jason starts measuring for a batter and he smiles fondly to himself, going back to his tablet.

By the time the batter is done, Jason is ready to add cheese to his omelet and flip it over. While he allows it to finish cooking, he grabs the griddle and warms that up. He grabs a plate for both meals and dumps his omelet onto the plate before adding some batter to the griddle. While he cooks the pancakes, he stands at the counter and eats, going to Instagram while he waits.

He scrolls a little before Instagram decides to show him a post from you from a week ago because of course, Instagram can't be in chronological order. It's a picture of you and Krypto in your room at the tower. The caption reads "I may have stolen him from a Conner again" and Jason smiles to himself before flipping the pancakes. He remembers when Krypto came to the tower and despite finding out who Conner is, you were still more focused on the dog and Jason thought it was cute. Finding out someone is half Superman and half Lex Luther should have been the most important part of that conversation but not to you. It was Krypto. Jason double-taps the picture before clicking your profile.

You post often, usually a picture a day. It's always a mix of what you decide to post. A lot of it is the Titans though. There are pictures of everyone, some look like you may have forced them to sit for the camera where others are candids. There's one where Gar, Conner, Dick, and Kory are sitting in the living room with Krypto. Dick and Kory are seated beside each other laughing, Conner is laughing beside Gar while Krypto is trying to steal a piece of pizza from Gar as he eats. There's another one of you and Kory smiling at the camera together, another one of you and Dick. There are pictures of San Francisco, too. Not very many, but a few that look like they were taken from your window at night. And there are a few of just Krypto but most of the pictures you’re in, you’re in with other people. And Jason spots one from a few weeks ago with the two of you and he feels his heart shoot into his throat.

He's seen the picture, he was tagged in it. But, his heart is in his throat anyway because it's a picture of the both of you posted while he wasn't even at the tower. And he likes the picture a lot. The four of you went to see another movie and you insisted Jason take a picture with you outside of the theater while you waited for Gar and Rachel to use the bathroom. Your nose is scrunched because Jason had insisted he be the one to take the picture, his arms are longer. And then he told you some innuendo that got you to laugh and he took the picture. He looks proud of himself and he thought maybe you would have deleted it. But, you didn't. Jason saw it a few weeks ago and he has the same reaction today. Heart in his throat and stomach twisting into a knot.

Jason finishes the pancakes and eats his omelet. Once he's done, he grabs the plate with a bottle of syrup and a fork. Bruce doesn't say a word as he watches Jason leave the kitchen and he can't help but chuckle to himself. Jason is in so deep and Bruce thinks it's funny. He wonders when Jason will figure it out.

You woke up a few minutes ago. You feel really well-rested. Similar to Jason, this is the most sleep you’ve gotten in probably a month. And you can feel the difference. You aren't sure if it's Jason or being back in Gotham, away from the city that caused you so much agony. But you’re happy to have gotten some good sleep. Though, you are surprised to not have Jason by you when you wake up. You being covered with the blanket definitely does not go unnoticed however and you can't help but smile softly.

"Morning." Jason chimes as he sees you sitting up, eyes still filled with sleep.

You raise a brow, seeing him carrying a plate of pancakes. "Good morning? What are you doing?"

"Didn't wanna hear you bitch that I made food and didn't save you any." Jason plays it off.

"Uh-huh, so you made pancakes? Don't you usually do some type of egg?" You question him knowing damn well that is not the reason he is bringing you pancakes.

Jason shrugs. "I wanted pancakes. I can eat them—"

"No. No, I will take them, thank you," You let out a laugh, taking the plate from Jason. He does not want you to know he went out of his way to make you breakfast.

Jason takes a seat beside you as you cut the pancake with the fork. "Wanna do something today?"

"Uh...I had an idea...don't think you'd wanna partake though." You clear your throat as you start eating your breakfast.

"What is it?" Jason laughs. "Can't be that fucking bad."

"Haven't, uh, haven't visited my mom awhile so..." You nod your head slowly, brows knitting together as you dodge Jason's stare.

"Oh." Jason swallows his tongue in response. He's visited his mom a few times, usually for her birthday. It doesn't get any easier but Bruce took him once so he wouldn't have to go alone and that helped. It was hard and Jason doesn't like to talk about it but, it was kind of nice having someone there. "I'll go if you want me to."

You look over to him with a sad smile. "You sure? Like, you don't have to. Shit is depressing as fuck."

"I don't mind." Jason shrugs.

"Thank you, Jay." Your eyes are soft and you’re thankful for him.

"You're welcome."

"Oh!" You perk up, deciding got drop that conversation. "A few things, training, Batcave, license."

"Am I supposed to decipher that?" Jason chortles. "You wanna train now or? What about the fucking Batcave? And a license?"

"Yeah, when are we training because I know that you do it all the time and I can't get out of the habit. I wanna see the Batcave. Gotta see it, seems neat. And I don't need a permit now to get a license."

"We'll train after you eat if you want." Jason chuckles. "I'll show you the Batcave eventually? You gonna walk right in there or you asking me to teach you?"

"Well, it would be nice. Unless you wanna drive me around forever which I'm more than happy with." You beam at him.

"Nah, I'll teach you. I'm not your chauffeur." Jason's eyes widen as he leans closer to you.

"I would pay you." You offers him a goofy and toothy grin.

"With what fucking money?" Jason chortles.

"Hey! I might be poor but we don't need to address that." You swallow your food. "I mean, I could pay you with my gratitude." You gesture your fork at him.

"Gratitude doesn't pay the bills, babe." Jason lets out a breath and he swears you’re so cute when you’re trying to be cheeky.

"What bills?!" You question. "Bruce pays the bills."

Jason grins widely. "I'll pay bills when I move out." Jason states.

"Mhm. But, until then, gratitude."

"No." Jason shakes his head. "You can learn, you'll be fine. Just don't fucking kill any of us."

"I'll try my very best." You rest a hand sarcastically over your heart.

"Yeah, alright, hurry up."

"Yes, sir." You hum, rolling your eyes.

Jason heads off to his room to change while you finish eating. You swear they're the best pancakes you’ve ever had. You aren't sure what made Jason decide to make you pancakes but you really like it. It's really nice and sweet. Once you’re done eating, you take your plate to the kitchen and put your dishes in the dishwasher. You head to your room and change into sweats before walking down the hall and knocking on Jason's open door. That's new.

"Hey." You greet with a cheeky smile, Jason sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling on his phone.

"Ready?" He perks up and you always like how he looks in sweats. It adds an extra level of comfort about him.

"Always. Maybe I can beat you this time."

"Not even in your dreams." Jason stands up, confidence radiating off of him. You’re positive, one day you'll win.

"Well, I don't dream about you so." You shrug and Jason rolls his eyes, letting out a groan.

"I know that's a lie." Jason walks up to you and jerks his head towards the door. "Come on."

You follow Jason to the other side of the manor where there's a training room. It's similar to the one in the tower. A workout bench, two treadmills, lots of weapons, a mat in the center, a few punching bags. Bruce clearly likes one design and sticks to it. The two of you stretch for a few more minutes, getting ready. Jason trains a lot by himself and sometimes he still trains with Bruce. He misses training with you though. It's always fun for him, but it's different with you. You have an ease about it, even when you’re very serious. And you never expect Jason to go easy on you.

"Standard way we do?" You ask as you get to your feet, Jason joining you.

"Yeah, pin for five. Best out of three."

"Pin for one?" You question and Jason chortles.

"No! I'm not letting you win."

"Fine." You let out a huff and the two of you take your positions on the mat.

Jason nods his head, a signal for you to start and takes a step forward. Jason moves closer to you, you take a swing at his head and Jason dodges it, coming right back and jabbing you in the side. You pull your leg up, kneeing him in the hip. Jason isn't even phased by it and goes for another hit to your head. You dodge this time, taking a few steps back. Your head throbs right in the upper front of your head so you make a quick move to the ground, kicking Jason's feet out from under him. You move over to him but Jason lets out a laugh, kicking you in the chest, so you fall back and he's quicker than you are. Jason moves over you, off to the side and keeps his arm on your shoulder.

You narrow your eyes at him, grabbing his elbow with one hand and jamming your elbow into the cook of his in a quick motion. Jason's arm gives out and you grab his arm, using it as momentum to flip you both over and pin him down.

Jason grins up at you. "Nice."

"Been practicing."

Jason lets out a sigh and he's about to do something. You can feel the throbbing kickstart again. Just as Jason is about to grab you to toss you to the other side of him, you grab his arm midair, pushing it off to the side and pinning it on the other side of him. And you start counting.

For all of one second, Jason thinks about letting you have this one. You’ve never gotten him down so quickly and for this long. You’re fighting dirtier than you normally do. Jason does not go easy on you but he's always had a suspension that you go easy on him. You’re not today though. And Jason would be lying if he didn't find your confidence and fighting attractive. But, Jason doesn't let people win and he's a lot stronger than you are.

Jason kicks his knee up and into your side, making you shift to the left and he gets his shoulder free. He presses his forearm to your sternum, making you move back just enough while Jason grabs your arm. He uses your arm as momentum to pull you forward, pinning your chest to the ground while he pins your arm behind your back and he counts.

"Five." Jason gives out a cocky smirk while you turn your head to glare at him from below him.

"I was so close."

The difference between sparring with Jason versus sparring with Gar is that Jason is a lot faster. You’re always one step ahead of Gar with the clairvoyance. But, with Jason, he accounts for it already. While you’re supposed to be one step ahead of him, Jason is already three steps ahead of you knowing exactly what you'll do because he knows what you'll do. So, he's quick and ready to change direction at any point. It's incredibly frustrating but, you’re also thankful because you learn a lot from him. You learn to think further ahead than just your next move and to watch who you’re fighting and how they move.

"Close doesn't count here." Jason taunts you. "Grabbing my arm was good though." Jason chuckles, standing up and he offers you his hand.

You roll onto your back and shake your head. "Not falling for that." You slap his hand away. Jason is the type of person to offer a helping hand and then twist their arm behind their back. He may have done that once or twice back at the tower. To all of you.

"You've come a long way." Jason lets out a laugh while you get to your feet.

"I didn't have a choice. That shit hurts." You move a foot away from him, knowing he's going to strike in the middle of a conversation. He always does. And that's when you decide to play his game.

"It's better to learn here--" Jason starts and you cut him off with a punch to the stomach, immediately followed by a kick at the back of the knees, making Jason kneel on the floor.

You grab his arm and twist it behind his back, pushing him forward and onto his stomach before using your weight to, hopefully, keep him there. Jason is actually a little offended. You used his own thing against him and he didn't see it coming. And because he didn't see it coming, he's impressed. But, Jason is still stronger and you get to four and you’re so sure you’re going to win, but Jason thinks that's enough. Jason rolls into the turn and uses his other arm to grab yours, yanking you off of him and pinning you in under five seconds.

You fight against him and you cannot let him win so quickly. He has your upper body pinned so you use all of your strength to kick your knees up and press them firmly into his chest as he gets to four. Jason lets out a groan and his grip loosens on your arm just enough for you to move. You slide your arms from under his and quickly grab his shoulders, spinning the two of you around so you’re back on top. This time, you get on top of him, wrapping your ankles around his thighs to the best of your abilities and pin his biceps, right above his elbows, down, putting all of your weight on his arms.

Jason looks up at you, his breathing a slightly rapid, and you’re a little closer to his face, maybe two inches. Your chest is moving quickly with your breath and you have this look of confidence that makes his stomach twist and turn. Jason would be lying if he didn't find this whole exchange hot. You actually have him pinned. With your ankles around his thighs, he can't kick up and move you off of him. You’re using all of your weight on his arms in just the right place, your fingers digging into his skin to make sure he can't move. It's getting under his skin and he kind of wants to do something about it but then you hit five.

"HA! I DID IT!" You cheer loudly. "FINALLY." You tilt your head back, not letting your grip loosen on his arms.

"Cute." Jason lets out a scoff while you don't move. You keep your position and all of your strength. You look at him with a large smile that makes Jason's head swim. "You can move." He states as easily as he can.

"No." You shake your head and Jason raises a brow at you. "If I move, you'll pin me before I have a chance to move away."

Jason laughs because that's exactly what he was going to do. "How you gonna get outta this then?" There's a teasing smirk that pulls at his lips.

"Well, we can just stay like this, it's fine." You state, almost shrugging your shoulders.

"You wanna stay on top of me?" Jason asks and the smirk that comes to his lips sends your stomach spiraling.

"You don't seem to mind." You strike back because he’s not actually trying to get up.

Jason tilts his head just slightly to the right with the raise of his brows before he looks back to you. "Could be better." Jason looks to your lips and the close proximity makes him feel like he's falling into a volcano.

You narrow your eyes at him despite your heart coming up to your throat. He glances at your lips and you swear you’re going to lose you mind every single time. "Yeah, and how’s that, Jay?" You close just some of the distance between you because if he wants to go there, you can, too. You have the upper hand right now anyway.

Jason gets an idea because you’re growing flustered. He can always tell because you take just a little longer with the quip and you mimic what he does. And while he thinks it is absolutely adorable, this is training and he's going to win. He will play dirty and he does not care. But in his defense, the first time you ever did any type of sparring, the first day you met, before Jason knew about your combat clairvoyance, you grabbed his arm and tried to distract him by calling him cute. This is all fair game.

Jason leans up with his neck and you don't move because you figure you're playing your usual game. You just has the upper hand because he can only move so far. And he is moving that entire distance, your noses nearly touching. Your heart stutters as you look from his eyes to his mouth and you think about it. For a split second, you think about it.

"Could think of a few ways." Jason's voice drops and you nearly combust. Your breathing hitches in your throat, your grip loosens just enough on Jason's arms and Jason gets his smirk going. "Especially, because you lose." Jason lets the words drip from his mouth before he yanks his arm from under your grip, using it to shove you right off him. He spins you both around, pinning you down on your back. You look at him with an unamused expression. "That's two, babe."

"Fuck." You groan. "I'm gonna get you back for that. That's not gonna happen in a real fight, Jay."

"Doesn't matter, it worked." Jason chortles, leaning up and moving off of you. "How the fuck are you even gonna get me back?"

"You'll see, you won't like it. But, it will work."

"You have a plan already?"

"Mhm." You hum, sitting up. "It's been picking at me but if we're gonna play dirty..."

"Play as dirty as you want." Jason quips.

You let out a groan. "I set that one up."

"You did." Jason chuckles before getting to his feet and offering a hand to you. "Knives?"

You slap his hand away. "I trust you in every other circumstance, but in a training room." You push off the floor and stand up.

"I've trained you well." Jason chuckles.

"Mhm." You roll your eyes. "Yeah, knives."

The two of you walk over to the spot where there a few targets hanging on the wall. You have your knives from the tower with you while Jason grabs some of the blades that usually go in the Robin suits. You both stand side-by-side and you give him a cocky smirk.

"I can beat you here."

"Bullshit." Jason states, throwing one of his R's and he gets just below the bullseye.

You smile wildly, grabbing one of your knives, without looking. You turn towards the target all while pulling your arm back and throwing the knife. The motion is fluid and quick, with almost no aim involved and you get a bullseye.

"Okay." Jason feels the lump form in his throat. Nice.

"I did a lot of it when you left." You state before you do it again.

Jason watches you carefully and you’ve always been good at it. That first day was a fluke. You brush it off and say you’re just okay but your aim is almost always perfect. Jason wonders if maybe one of the side effects of Jerry was sharpshooting. Not that he doesn't think you could do it, he's just never seen anyone with that much accuracy so quickly. But, he bites the question back and throws one of R's, hitting the bullseye.

"I taught you." Jason states, looking over at you.

"You refreshed my memory." You correct him. "Thank you for that."

"Don't mention it." Jason chuckles as you hit another bullseye and he cannot help but stare as you throw five more, all in a quick motion.

You can feel his stare on you and you can feel your heart start to race a little. Something about him staring at you makes you nervous but it's the good kind. It's the kind of nervous people get before something they're excited for happens. Your heart quickens and your hands go a little clammy and you try not to look at him. But, you can't help it and when you look over, he's basically gawking at you and it makes your cheeks hot.

"What?" You ask looking back at the target.

Jason shrugs, looking back at his own target, trying his best to hide the flush of his cheeks. "Nothing."

Jason sucks in a breath and he didn't realize he was actually staring. Well, not enough for you to notice. He can't help it though. You throw the knives with so much ease and he thinks you’re just so pretty, it's hard not to stare.

"Turn you on, Jay?" You suck a in breath with the teasing remark, glancing over at him with a smirk.

Jason clears his throat, a grin tugging at his lips as he watches his target. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and decides to just say it. "Yeah, maybe a little." He glances back over at you and you miss the bullseye with his remark, your body straightening. Jason can't stop the chuckle that leaves his lips. "You missed, babe."

"Shut up." You let out a groan and you watch as Jason picks up one of the R's, ready to throw it. "I mean, if this is all I have to do to turn you on, that works." You state with an easy shrug of your shoulders and you can see Jason eyeing you from the corner of his eye, not falling for it. So, you continue just as he pulls his arm back. "Really thought I was gonna have to send you nudes." You state and Jason misses the bullseye, snapping his attention right to you as his breath catches in his throat.

"You did that shit on purpose." Jason states with the raise of his brows.

"Maybe a little." You let out a snicker, looking back at your target. You throw another knife and the bullseye is getting filled and Jason can't bite the question back anymore.

"Hey," Jason nods his head up at you. "How do you do that?"

You look over at him, brows pulling together. "What do you mean?"

"Bullseye, I mean." Jason shrugs a shoulder. "You're good at it. How do you do that?"

"You almost never miss, too?"

Jason shakes his head. "Yeah, and I've doing this shit longer than you have. I just mean, you always been able to do that since Knife Guy?"

You shrug, looking back at the target and throwing another knife, hitting the bullseye again. "No? Knife Guy is cool and all but he wasn't like Clint Barton teaching Kate Bishop or something."

"So, this is new?"

You look over and you get what he's saying. You’ve thought about it, too. You never miss unless you’re distracted. You were not the sports person in school. You just didn't like team activities so you never played. So, your hand-eye-coordination, you know for a fact, could have been better. And Knife Guy taught you what he could. You weren't bad at it after practicing a lot but you’re definitely world's better now than you were then. A part of you just wants it to be a coincidence.

"Mhm." You hum and throw another knife, Jason confused with the short response. But, he thinks of every conversation you've had about your powers. You do not like them because of Jerry. You like throwing knives. So, he drops it because this can just be your thing.

"I'm just saying you're damn good at it." Jason shrugs his shoulders, getting a look at the left corner of your mouth perking up.

"Thanks, Jay." You smile softly and you watch him throw another R.

He wasn't Robin long before you went with Jerry but you remember the new Robin not using weapons very often. Dick used to use the R's and a bo staff frequently. That was another indicator someone new had taken the mantle. And you caught up on some of the Robin videos back at the tower, still hardly any use of any weapon when it comes to Jason.

"Why don't you use weapons?"

"What do you mean?" Jason asks.

"I mean," You pick up another knife, throwing it at your target and hitting the bullseye. "Like, I almost never see you use weapons. YouTube, training, all that. You almost exclusively use your fists. Dick has those electric batons or whatever. And he used a bo staff as Robin sometimes. Bruce has Baterangs and stuff. Curious why you don't usually use anything."

Jason shrugs, noticing you’re out of knives. "Here." Jason hands you a few of the R's. "Can't rely too much on the toys, they won't always be there."

"That's fair." You throw an R and hit one of the knives currently on the target, the R clanking to the ground. "Okay." You let out a defeated sigh and Jason lets out a laugh. "I mean, that's a good point." You watch as Jason throws another R. "Do you think that's also dangerous though?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, like, you have to be up close, right? Combat and shit. At least with a bo staff, batons, baterangs, knives, and the R's, all of that shit, puts you at a distance away from the person you're fighting. Ya know, don't bring a knife to a gunfight kind of deal."

You have a point and Jason is aware of that. But, he'll always have his fists. When he had to defend himself, he had his fists. He's always had those and always will. They never let him down. But, he can lose a baton or run out of baterangs and R's and the bo staff only puts so much distance between them. Dick was always better with that stuff than Jason anyway. So, he uses his fists. And maybe he likes the adrenaline boost he gets from the close contact with anything dangerous.

"Yeah, but I can handle myself." Jason shrugs his shoulders.

"I know you can." You laugh softly. "I'm just asking, I swear. Curious."

"Better with my fists." Jason throws another R and hits the bullseye and you wonder why he thinks his fists are better because from where you’re standing, he's really good at this. And Jason is always very confident in his abilities.

"Well, just, ya know, be careful when you go out and shit." You look back at your target, throwing one of the R's.

Jason chuckles. "Always am."

"Right." You state sarcastically. "And how's that blackeye, Jay?"

Jason lets out a huff, a grin on his lips. "Don't even feel it."

"Yeah, okay." You roll your eyes.

"You prefer knives for that reason?" Jason asks, turning the light back on you.

"Yeah," You chortles. "I don't wanna be up close and personal with people who are trying to kill me. Been there, done that, no thank you."

"Good point." Jason states.

The two of you continue to throw your weapons for a little longer before going back to another round of sparring. You don't get so lucky this time and Jason wins all three rounds. You can't complain though because you did win one round which is better than you normally do. Jason is also proud of you. You’ve come a long way since that first training session. It makes him feel good, too because that means he's actually kind of good at the teaching thing.

The two of you make your way to your rooms. Jason grabs clothes to shower first and you wait in your room. Jason has a look in the mirror and the guy last night got a little more lucky than Jason let on. Despite the Robin suit, it's not completely protective against massive blows. It protects him from sustaining serious damage but bruises still pop up and he has one that's a deep shade of maroon with blotches of purples on his rib cage. He's gotten really good at acting like injuries don't hurt. But he grits his teeth anyway because the guy never should have landed a single hit, let alone several. It was easy but he paused and hesitated for a few seconds. And he hates himself for it.

Jason gets in the shower and lets the steam cloud his harsh thoughts. Meanwhile, you check your phone, seeing a text from Gar and another from Dick.

Dickolas: just checking in. How are things going?

Gar 🐯: how was your first night?

You go to Dick's thread first figuring he probably won't have much to say back.

You: Good, manor is cool and I pinned Jason in a round for sparring so 👌🏻bruce has left us alone mostly

You: good Jason and me watched a movie and hung out

You send the two texts and lay back on your bed, clearing your notifications as you wait for Gar to respond. Gar is always good about texting back pretty quick when he's not absorbed in a video game or movie.

Gar 🐯: that's good how is he? Have you told him yet? Gar 🐯: that you picked him Gar 🐯: no offense didn't mean it that way Gar 🐯: i mean you said it was him thats all Gar 🐯: Sorry 😅

You: good he seems happy here and no lol You: it's fine i know you didn't mean it that lol

Gar 🐯: any nightmares? Gar 🐯: you should you told me 🤣

You: no slept okay actually You: because you needed to know! Don't tell him 🔪🔪🔪

Since getting Gar back and Jason leaving, you and Gar have had talks about it. About you picking Jason. Gar told you it hurt and you have never felt more guilty. But, that it was okay because a part of him always knew it would be Jason. He promises there would never be any hard feelings about it. Instead, you two just moved on from it and Gar got over it. He asked about your feelings for Jason and if you ever plan to tell him. You have actually kind of liked being able to talk a little bit about it with someone who isn't Rachel. You and Rachel are good and have been since the night of the carnival. And her and Jason are also on good terms now but Rachel is still a little biased. But, Gar isn't. Gar is Jason's best friend. So, it's been nice.

Gar 🐯: im happy for you Gar 🐯: i won't 🙄 you should do it and rip the bandaid off Gar 🐯 ive known for a over a month and hes my best friend

You: thank you you doing okay? You: i think he knows tbh nothing happened idk seems like he does

Gar 🐯: yeah all good 👍 Gar 🐯: whats that mean?

You: good you'll tell me if you're not right? You: idk its different here cant really explain ig You: i promise i'll tell him just not atm 😅 Gar 🐯: ofc promise im fine lol Gar 🐯: good youre my best friends Gar 🐯: im rooting for you guys 💚

You: good You: lmao thanks gar 🩵 You: give Krypto a kiss for me I miss him 😔

There is something reassuring with Gar saying he's rooting for you and Jason. Gar is not a bitter person by any means. But, you did worry a little bit about it because you never wanted to hurt him. It's nice that he's in San Francisco rooting for you. It makes you feel validated in a way. You were sure of your choice, you’re still so positive. But, hearing it from Gar, feels good.

"All yours." Jason states from your doorway.

His hair is a wet mess, disheveled like he rubbed it with a towel once and called it good enough. He's wearing a maroon t-shirt with a black faux leather jacket over top and a pair of jeans. You smile softly because the leather looks good on him. And his disheveled hair makes him more endearing. There's just something about him.

"Thanks." You walk over to one of the dressers and grab a change of clothes. And the Gar text is picking at your brain because of course it is. You made your decision not to tell Jason, now. You don't want to rush into it with him. All the two of you know how to do is run and push. Rushing into it, for you, means that's more likely to happen and you do not want that. Not with him.

"You alright?" Jason nods his head towards you.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." You brush off the question and you’re fine, just trapped in your own head.

You should have protested his reasoning. You shouldn't have let yourself have the same reasons for not being with him. You should have asked more about Rose. You should have kissed him sooner. You should have begged and pleaded with him to stay at the tower. You should have went with him. You should have went with him when he came back. You should have just told him but now you're in a mess because there was never the talk about how either of you feel about each other. There was never a denial of how either of you feel about each other but it never happened anyway. And you don't know what to do about that.

The more you think about it, the more you realize you did it again. Jason gave you one reason to not be together and you took it and ran with it. You had one reason and you took that reason and ran away from him. You ran away from him. You’re still a flight risk even when you don't realize you are and so you bite your tongue because what if you never stop running? Jason Todd deserves someone who won't run away from him. You decide, both of you can flirt and get a lot closer and whatever happens, fine. But you won't be the one confessing anything until he does. Because you think, if he does, you won't be able to run from him then. But he has to say it first. Jason gave you a reason to run last time and maybe if he didn't, you wouldn't have. And if he tells you or does something about it, that's a reason to stay. Because running from him without that confirmation, made it easy. And you know, you could never run if you knew for certain that he felt the same way. It gives you a reason to stay for the first time ever because he deserves it.

"You sure?" Jason pushes. You didn't look too happy when he walked in.

"Yeah," You shrug, grabbing your phone from the bed and walking up to him. "Just Dick and Gar checking in."

Jason nods with understanding. "How'd that go?"

"Fine, told Dick I pinned you and Gar asked how you were."

"Why?"

"Because you're his friend," You laughs softly. "Wanna head out after my shower?" You ditch any other questions Jason might have. Just in case.

"Sure, grab food after and teach you on the bike?"

"Oh, you're gonna teach me how to rid a motorcycle?" You raise your brows at him.

"More fun." Jason beams.

"It is kind of fun."

"Exactly, so hurry up."

"Bossy, bossy." You shake your head, rolling your eyes before walking off towards the shower.

You head to the shower and shower while Jason goes to talk to Bruce. Jason lets Bruce know what the plan is and that he's gonna teach you how to drive. Bruce does not look pleased by that and Jason assures him that you'll be safe. He wouldn't do anything that put you in any danger. Bruce finds Jason's protective nature with you a little amusing and doesn't protest. That's also not the reason Bruce didn't seem pleased. Bruce just remembers the time Jason decided to ride the motorcycle in the Manor and might be a little concerned you would join him on that one. But, he doesn't protest anyway. The boy might be reckless and a little insane, but he will make sure you’re safe at all costs no matter what and maybe he learned a lesson about riding motorized vehicles in the house.

After your shower, you meet up with Jason in the kitchen. Jason already has both helmets with him and hands one to you. He tells you you'll have to get you a proper helmet that actually fits if you’re gonna be riding with him and on your own.

The two of you head to the cemetery. It's a gloomy day as it normally is in Gotham. You think it's always so gloomy because of the shit that happens here. It's like the universe is grieving for what the city could have been instead of the horrors it's bred. It's gloomy and sometimes feels hopeless, but this is your city and you love it anyway.

You reach your mom's plot where there's a small headstone that reads your mom's name and "loving mother, friend, and daughter". You chew the inside of cheek as you stand with Jason, looking down and your chest feels so heavy.

Coming here isn't easy and maybe part of why you do is so can feel the pain of it. When you were on the streets, sometimes it all felt like a blur. Dumpster diving, stealing, running away. It was a sad and debilitating reality and routine you fell into. You didn't have the energy to let yourself grieve or even feel panicked about your next meal. But then you'd come here, and it's like you’re reminded you’re alive. You have a life. You have a life that you can find a purpose in and reason worth living for. It hurts but maybe you need it to hurt sometimes.

"So, this is it." You let out a sigh and take a seat on the grass, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your forearms on your knees.

Jason follows your lead, mirroring your position. He glances at you before looking back at the gravestone and your mom wasn't that much older than his. "You okay?" He asks.

You nod your head once, keeping your head forward at the flowers that don't look too old. "I guess. Just....weird."

"What was she like?" Jason asks, and he's also never really asked that either. While he doesn't hate his mom, he doesn't like to talk about her. Not like that, getting to know the person she was because Jason isn't sure he really knew her at all. But, then there's you whose mom wasn't an addict, who wasn't neglectful. There's you who had a mom who cared and you cared for her, too.

Jason spots the corner of your mouth pulling up just slightly. "Fun, funny, kind. Like, Gar kind of kind actually. Where you wonder why and how they're like that." You suck in a breath. "Uh, caring and protective, strong."

"You take after her then."

"Yeah, thanks." You let out a sigh, the sad smile falling and you never thought you did. "I don't know. It doesn't feel like it sometimes. She told me I was a rebel without a cause. Getting into trouble, sneaking out. She never did any of that I guess. My smart mouth. The running." You glance over at him, Jason's full attention on you. You roll your shoulders and tug your sleeves over your hands. "We got along the majority of the time. It was just the two of us, ya know? Be fucking miserable if we didn't. But, then sometimes we'd butt heads and I don't know."

"What?" Jason raises his brows at you. "Don't think you're any of that shit? Because you are."

You shake your head. "I am not that nice and you fucking know it." You let out a soft laugh until it's cut short with the shake of your head. "We'd get into a fight, right?" You look over at Jason. "Usually about some stupid shit I did. Caught tagging a building, skipping school and her getting a call about it, sneaking out and coming home at like five in the morning. Just bullshit. And she'd...give me this look and..." You shake your head, biting your bottom lip. "I don't know, I thought she saw more of my dad in me, sometimes. And because I don't know him, I can't dispute that thought. She did everything for me and I still just....took it for granted, I guess." You suck in a breath.

Jason wonders if you realize that you were running then, too. You say your mom was great and she was good at being a mom. She wasn't too hard on you and just cared about you and loved you. But, you set yourself up to be in trouble and part of that is just rebellion. It's not a big deal but Jason has a feeling you were running because it was good. And maybe there's a sliver of fear that creeps over his veins that maybe you'll run from him, too if things are too good for too long. And he worries he'll let you because he won't have to push you away. But, he pushes those thoughts away because this isn't about him. So, he falls on wondering, silently, why you run in the first place.

"We all fucking do that shit though. Take shit for granted. Look, I didn't know her," Jason states and he turns to face you slightly. "But, the way you talk about her, I don't think it had shit to do with your dad. Maybe she was just worried about you."

You smile softly. "Yeah, I know." You nod softly. Deep down you know that's probably what it was but with your mom not here, you overthink it anyway.

"And you are like her." Jason states. "You might be a smartass but you talk so much about how nice Gar is and you're the only one that's had my back the whole damn time. That's fucking nice of you." Jason lets out a chuckle knowing he is not the easiest person to defend sometimes. "Sometimes you're funny." Jason offers you a smirk and you nudge him with your shoulder as you roll your eyes. "And you stood up to fucking Deathstroke to defend me. That's badass, strong as shit." Jason rolls it off and you furrow your brows at him. He always does that, when it's a genuine compliment, he looks away and brushes it off.

"Thank you." You suck in a shaky breath. "I just really miss her."

Jason's brows furrow and stretches an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him. You lean your head comfortably on his shoulder. Letting the weight crush your chest and tears brim your eyes. It's just hard. And you know you never got to grieve normally and maybe if you did, it'd be better. But, it hurts and Jason rubs your shoulder as you suck in a breath. He knows it doesn't exactly get better, not really. There will always be that part of his heart that's missing, despite it all. But, it gets easier. The pain and the hollowness, it gets easier and maybe that's just being used to it. But, he also knows telling you that isn't going to help.

"I'm really sorry." Jason rubs your shoulder. "Bet she'd be proud of you. How far you've come and shit. Or she'd be pissed for you facing off with a tiger."

Jason feels you shake against him as a laugh leaves your lips. "I swear all I kept thinking was that she's definitely somewhere screaming at me. She would have been so mad."

Jason laughs with you. "You don't like taking direction from authority."

"Neither do you!" You exclaim lifting your head up, but you don't move away from him. "I swear she'd be like 'I taught you better than that!' As if every kid in Gotham is raised knowing all about wild animals that aren't been native here."

"At least you were taught cool shit."

"That's fair. I know so many random animal facts." You state and there's a bit of sarcasm in your voice. "Not sure what I'm supposed to do with those, but I got 'em." You laugh softly.

"Tell me one." Jason shrugs his shoulders.

"Otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't float away from each other." You blurt out. It’s the first one that came to your head. "That's so cute I might cry if I think too much about it."

Jason lets out a laugh and he thinks that might actually be the most wholesome thing he'll ever hear you say. "So, what they have soulmates or some shit?"

"Actually, depending on the species of otter, yeah, they mate for life. Most species are polyamorous but some, like sea otters, mate for life. So do geese, wolves, bald eagles, beavers, some penguins." You ramble off and Jason's brows furrow, a look of amusement coming to his face "Oh, most people think otters are cute and harmless but they're literally not." You state dramatically and Jason swears he could listen to you ramble about animals all day if you'd let him. "They are in fact predators and can get violent and be pretty aggressive. There's a reason Mr. Otterton in Zootopia was grouped with predators like a snow leopard."

Jason shakes his head, closing his eyes for a second. "I'm sorry, Mr. Otterton?" Jason lets out a cackle. "Zootopia?"

"Disney movie." You laugh.

"You will watch anything." Jason chuckles but he finds it endearing.

"Absolutely." You nod your head with confidence.

"Okay, what else you got?" Jason nods his head up at you and you start rambling, Jason hanging onto every word.

After an hour at the gravesite, you and Jason swing by Excellent Gotham, one of your favorite restaurants in Gotham. You used to frequent it so often you became kind of friends with the owners' son who happened to be on a lengthy delivery when you and Jason showed up today. So, you were very happy Jason didn't have a preference where you got food from and you got to choose. Once you finish your food, you head back to the manor.

Once back at the manor, Jason declares he’s going to teach you how to ride.

"Do you have any idea how any of this works?" Jason asks, putting the bike down on its kickstand.

"Not a clue." You shake your head.

"Okay." Jason taps the right handgrip. "Throttle, you use it to go." Jason states and you narrow your eyes at him. He squeezes the black metal in front of the throttle. "Front brake." Jason grabs the other piece of metal on the left handlebar. "Clutch." Jason picks up his foot and lightly taps one of the metal prongs. "Gear shift." Jason gestured for you to follow him to the right side of the bike. "Back brake." Jason taps the metal prog with his foot again.

"Uh...okay." You think about all of that, questioning how you’re supposed to know how or when to use the clutch and gear shift. "How do I know when to shift?"

Jason laughs. "Yeah, I don't want you to die and I don't want you to kill me so you're not shifting today. Just learning how to move and stop." Considering you have never driven anything in your life, he is not taking any chances here.

"Yeah, that's fair." You laugh softly, looking to the ground and back to him.

"Put on the helmet." Jason states and the confidence just radiates off of him. "We'll get you one that actually fits you properly later." Jason states and you do as told. "Get on the bike and put the kickstand up."

You do as told and the bike is heavier than you thought it was going to be. But, you hold the bike steady as Jason turns the key in the ignition to get it started. The bike revs under you, vibrating slightly.

"You’re in neutral so you're just gonna walk it a bit." Jason shrugs, crossing his arms.

"That's it?" You raise a brow at him.

"Yeah, that's it." Jason grins at you.

"Why? I mean, what's the point of walking it?" You question as the two of you start walking.

"Getting used to how it feels under you, the weight of all of it. Making sure you can keep it balanced." Jason explains, keeping up with you with ease.

"Ah, makes sense." You nod and you think this is nice.

Jason teaching you. You like when Jason teaches you things and this time, it's not actually something that involves fighting. He's good at it, of course he is, but this is different, a good different. It's something he enjoys outside of the violence and you swear he could teach you anything and you would be down to learn.

You keep walking the bike while the two of you talk, Jason beside you. Since you got to ramble about animals, you ask Jason about some of his favorite books and plays. At first, he brushes it off but after a few minutes of your never-ending questions, Jason just starts talking. He gets really dramatic when he talks about Hamlet and West Side Story and you think it's the cutest thing in the world. He's one of the most dramatic people you’ve ever met but you adore that side of him. His flair for the dramatics is endearing, enticing, and entertaining. And Jason really likes talking about this stuff with you because he gets to be himself, fully with you. You participate in the conversation, asking questions and he swears he's never had anyone that cares enough about his interests to have these conversations with.

"Alright," Jason lets out a breath, sticking his hands in his front pockets as the two of you come to a stop. "Now, you're gonna shift but only to first."

"Right, okay." You feel the nerves creep into your veins. Jason makes this seem easy but you’re not so sure you have the confidence he does with this.

"You'll be fine. Pull the clutch in and shift down."

"Down?" You raise a brow.

"Yeah, all the way down is first, up one is neutral, second, third, and fourth are all up from there."

"That seems backwards."

"Just the way it is." Jason chuckles softly. "It's gonna jerk though so make sure your feet are planted."

You pull the clutch in, looking down at the shifter and you shift down. The bike jerks forward just as Jason said it would and Jason grabs the handlebars and your heart jumps. Your feet are planted firmly but it scared you nonetheless and Jason could see it across your face. But, he laughs softly anyway.

"I told you."

"I didn't expect it to jerk that much." Your eyes nearly bug out of your head.

"Yeah," Jason laughs. "Lots of power in first gear." The comment is more sarcastic than serious. "Okay, you're gonna give it just a little bit of gas as you release the clutch slowly. Don't turn your hand on the throttle too much or let the clutch all of the way out too quickly because you'll eat shit." Jason states casually. "And please don't dump my bike. I like this one."

"Wow, rude. No faith."

"Well," Jason eyes you.

"Shut up." You groan as Jason takes his hand of the handlebar.

"Once you start moving, just put your feet on the foot pegs. Seriously, don't pull the throttle pack too much." Jason gains a mixed expression of worry and firmness. You have a helmet on and you can definitely handle falling off with barely even moving. But, there's a part of Jason that's a little worried anyway. "You'll whiskey throttle and fly off the back. Same shit if you let the clutch all the way out too quickly."

"Are you sure?" There's hesitancy in your voice. The last thing you want to do is fly off the back of a motorcycle. It's gonna hurt and you will probably die of embarrassment.

"Yeah," Jackson laughs. "You'll be fine, you're doing good."

"Mhm." You hum and Jason backs away while you do as he directed.

Jason is really good teacher. You hope he knows that because even Dick let him teach you, Rachel, and Gar training stuff back at the tower. Dick didn't just do that out of the kindness of his heart. It's because Jason is actually good at it. He's rough about it and he doesn't sugarcoat anything but that's why he's good at it. You think it's kind of sweet of him.

You jerk forward but you keep your grip on the bike as you start to move going just fast enough to not tip over. Jason watches you ride around the driveway with a giant smile across his face. He knew you could do it. It's not actually that hard. Anyone can learn to ride. It's just different than a car but same concept. He's proud though and it makes his heart thunder in his chest.

You grab the front brake and slide your foot under the back brake as you come up on Jason again.

"Okay, that's not too bad." You beam, looking at Jason, still holding the brake.

Jason lets out a laugh, looking to the ground and back to you. "Told you it wasn't that hard." Jason teases. "You can keep going, get used to it. I'm not gonna let you shift higher today or anything. You gotta get used to this first."

"Thank you, Jay."

"It'll be nice to have someone to ride with." Jason brushes it off. He's just glad you’re enjoying it, that's his thing you’re enjoying.

You ride around while Jason watches you and you look to be growing a bit more comfortable with it. His chest swells as he watches and he just, adores you. When you told him you'd be back in Gotham, you'd show up in a bit, it made him so happy. Jason doesn't normally get his hopes up but you make him think it's okay when it involves you. You don't lie to him, you haven't given up on him. You’re the only person who's actually really there for him all the time. If you say you’re going to do something, you do it. And he's so happy he didn't let his pessimism get the best of him. You make him happy.

Over the next half hour, you keep riding around and Jason teaches you more about the bike. He tells you how to change the oil, when you'll need to change it. You get an entire rundown on the maintenance that you are completely positive you will not remember in an hour but you let him talk. He's so excited to talk about it and teach you. Even if you do remember, you'll probably ask him again just so you can listen to him talk like this.

"You're really good at this." You say as you take the helmet off, sliding off the bike.

"What?" Jason asks, sticking his hands in his front pockets.

"Teaching." You state. "I mean, you trained me and uh, well, even when shit didn't go as planned, I sure as shit would have been a hell of a lot worse if not for you. I'll give you some credit on the knives. This." You shrug. "You're good at it." Your smile is soft but filled with ease.

"Thanks." Jason feels the heat creep up to his cheeks before he gains a cheeky smirk. "I'm good at a lot of other things." Jason licks his bottom lip and you feel your heart skip

You shrug your shoulders, raising her brows at him. "Maybe I'll let you show me one day." You beam at him, spinning on your heels and turning towards the manor.

Jason's eyes shoot open. His brain short-circuits and he has nothing. He doesn't have a single come-back and he has to look to the ground, sucking on his teeth. And he wishes you would actually let him. But, he keeps that thought to himself as he looks back up to see you turning around with a pride-filled smirk. It always should have been you.

"Ah-ha." You chuckle, seeing the tint on his cheeks. "Good to know that's what finally does it."

"Fuck you." Jason quips back, letting out a sigh. "You'd chicken out of that, too."

"Would I?" You scoff and you can see Jason searching for something to say. His mouth is slightly open and his brows are pulled together just a little as if trying to figure out how serious this exchange is. You give him a cheeky smile and shrug. "You're cute when you're flustered, Jay." You turn back around and start walking back to the manor.

Jason stands there for a second and no one leaves him grasping for words and there's you. A part of him worried, a lot, that he fucked things up with you. Deathstroke, the roof, leaving, Rose. Leaving again. He's still worried about all of that, worried that if something happens, he'll ruin you. He's worried you'd die for him, all of that still stands. But, the two of you have been alone for a day and he feels so fucking happy and the weight of the world doesn't feel like it's suffocating him. You’re even being bolder with the banter and maybe a part of him thinks it's not all fucked up for once.

The night rolls around and Jason goes on patrol with Bruce. You aren't sure when you'll get used to that. Bruce Wayne being Batman. It actually makes complete and perfect sense, but it's also just so weird. And you want to know how he even manages to still be Batman, he seems old. Isn't he tired? Physically, mentally? If not, how the fuck has he managed not get tired? And shouldn't he be in pain? All those years of Batmanning should definitely be catching up to him.

You swear you'll always have a little bit of an issue with Bruce. Jason relies too much on Robin, you will never tell him that, but he does and part of that is Bruce's fault. He weaponized Jason's grief in the same way he did Dick and now Jason uses Robin as a crutch for all of his trauma. And, despite your differences with Dick, you'll hold that against Bruce, too. Dick was just a kid when Bruce took him in, younger than Jason was and Bruce weaponized his grief, too. Bruce, isn't a bad person but, you care about Jason and Dick and it rubs you the wrong way. But, you do, at least, respect Bruce for still making an effort to be Batman, for all the shit he's seen. Even if you think he needs to kill a few of those bad guys every now and again. It can't be easy being Batman all these years. And at least he's trying to help the city, both as Bruce Wayne and Batman. It's more than anyone has ever really done for the city. For the city, you and Jason call home.

Jason comes back home nearing three in the morning. He hangs up the Robin suit in the Batcave before heading for a shower. It's a rough night. Bruce had to bail him out of a hairy situation. It was something Jason, otherwise, should have been able to handle. He's handled worse but he just, freezes. He sees himself falling all over again and Deathstroke. The pain in his legs kickstarts like an engine backfiring and he freezes. His hands shake and it is insufferable. And Bruce doesn't even really ask. He just asks if he's okay and that's kind of the end of it. It's rough and Jason feels so useless.

Deathstroke destroyed a part of him he's had his entire life. Fearlessness. The ability to function even when he is scared. It's like Deathstroke put a block on him and he's just supposed to deal with it. He can't. He swears he can't stay like this because it's who he is. The fearlessness, it makes him who he is. If he weren't fearless, he'd have been dead years ago on the streets, he never would have become Robin, and it pisses him off and scares him even more. Not being fearless, scares the air right from his lungs. So, after his shower, he goes to the one place he doesn't have to worry about any of that. The one place he never has to feel scared.

Your room.

You’re in bed, covered with your comforter. The TV is playing some show Jason's never seen before and your bedside lamp is on. You’re on your phone, looking to be scrolling while Jason stands in your doorway. He actually expected you to be asleep but he's glad you’re not.

"Hey." Jason greets.

You look over to him and he doesn't have to know you’re only awake because he wasn't home. "Hey." Your smile is tired, eyes half-lidded and it makes Jason chuckle.

"Why're you awake?"

You furrow your brows and you’re too tired to have a quick remark. "I don't know." You shrug, looking back to your phone for a second before looking back to him. He doesn't have another bruise on his face, but he looks off. He's slouching a little more than usual and he's favoring his leg. "You alright, Jay?"

Jason nods. "Yeah, yeah, all good." Jason shrugs it off, letting out a breath.

"You gonna come in...or?" You question him, barely squinting at him.

"You inviting me in?" The corner of his mouth twitches up.

"Are you a vampire?" You quip.

"Depends, that a turn-on?"

You roll your eyes and deadpans. "Hilarious." You let out a scoff. "Seriously, you coming in or what?"

Jason sucks in a breath, pushing off of the doorway and walking in, shutting the door behind him. Your heart swells as he moves over to you, plopping onto your bed. You can smell the fresh soap and shampoo. His hair is still wet and sticking to his forehead. He always looks so messy after a shower. You swears it's adorable.

"How was patrol?" You ask.

"Good, kicked some ass." Jason grins at you.

"Always kicking ass out there." You laugh softly. Jason looks at your phone and sees your camera roll. It's a picture of him, you, and Gar before Rose showed up. You’re holding the camera and Jason is laughing beside you while Gar looks like he's in the middle of one of his video game rants, beaming with pride. You look so content between the two of them. "Any new bruises or injuries?"

Jason's brows furrow as he turns his attention back to you. "No." He scoffs. "All good." Jason smirks at you. "Why?"

"Just making sure you're alright." You laugh softly, looking back at your phone.

"What're you doing?"

"Looking at pictures." You state, scrolling to another photo of you and Jason. He has his arm around your shoulders, making a face at the camera while you’re rolling your eyes.

"Everything alright?" Jason asks. You’re the sentimental type and he starts to worry a little bit that maybe you’re not as happy as you seem in Gotham and that's why you’re going through your camera roll.

"Yeah, just wanted to look through some pictures." You nod and there's nothing to it. Sometimes, you just like to look back at pictures. That's why they're there. You swipe to another photo, seeing another picture of Gar and Jason, in the middle of some argument over Mario Kart. They're smiling but Gar's arms are tossed to the sides while Jason has a death grip on the controller, one arm extended forward. "I always liked this one. You're both so fucking dramatic and for what?" You let out an airy but tired laugh.

"It was a very intense game, alright?" Jason lets out a hardy laugh, nose crinkling. "He cheated!"

"I'm like 99% positive, you threw a red shell at him and he used a banana to block you." You blink at him.

"Yeah, cheating." Jason defends.

"That's not cheating, Jason!" You let out a booming laugh and Jason hopes you alway laughs like that.

"Can I see?" Jason asks, holding his hand for your phone and you narrow your eyes at him, holding your phone tighter. "What? Afraid I'm gonna find your nudes?"

"Of course not." You shrug and hand him your phone. "You'll probably get all red and blushy if you find them."

Jason offers you a fake glare, swallowing thickly as he looks to your phone. "The fuck you even have nudes for?" Jason asks, going back to the grid view of your gallery. You have an actual folder titled 'Titans' and it makes Jason smile. Of course, you do. "You're not talking to anyone." Okay, maybe he's fishing so he keeps his eyes trained on the screen, forcing himself not look at you.

"Just in case, gotta be prepared." You watch Jason's jaw clench and you’re having a blast.

This type of flirting with him is a lot of fun because you know some of it is actually serious this time and it's a matter of time before one of you caves. It's fun and there aren't any consequences to what either of you say or what either of you do. It feels freeing.

"My phone is always available." Jason smirks.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Jay." You let out a laugh, finally getting a look from Jason. His brows are raised and his grin is devilish, definitely taunting you. "What're you actually looking for?" You ask before Jason can come back with something snarky.

"This." Jason clicks the photo, handing you the phone and it's a picture of the two of you in the training room.

Your hair is a mess and Jason is disheveled, both of you are sweaty but you're both smiling at the camera. You both look tired but content and happy. It was a week before Deathstroke happened. Before shit hit the fan.

"Why this one?" You glance at him and you know the only reason you even took it is because you thought Jason looked really cute that day. But, you suspect that is not the reason Jason was looking for that one.

"I always liked that one." Jason answers simply and a part of you wants to audibly say 'aww' but you hold back. "It was the one you took before Deathstroke." Jason withholds the fact that it's actually your contact photo.

You sent it to him that night and he changed it to yours. You just looked so happy and content and the fact you looked that way with him, made him happy. There are other pictures he really likes, some he took on his phone, but he really likes that one, too. Even looking like a mess, covered in sweat, you’re pretty.

"Yeah," You smile softly. "Me, too." You click the options button and set it to your background on your phone and it makes Jason chuckle but his heart thunders in his chest. And he figures if you’re gonna change your background, he could do the same. So, he pulls out his phone.

He leans in closer, holding the phone above the two of you, the camera is open and ready. You look over with his movement, his shoulder on top of yours and you let out a laugh. He's so ridiculous in the cutest way possible. And Jason takes the picture as you laugh still facing him and he thinks he might actually be able to taste his heartbeat in his throat as he looks at the picture.

"What're you doing?" You ask, looking at the picture and it's not the best one ever taken, especially in the low light but it's not horrible.

"Needed a new background." Jason smirks over at you, clicking the options button and setting it to his lock screen.

"Oh, I get lock screen privileges, huh?" You tease as you feel yourself wanting to burst into flames of adoration.

"Could change it back." Jason laughs with the hollowed threat.

"No," You shake your head. "It's cute."

"Shut up." Jason mutters, his cheeks a pretty shade of red.

"I'm serious!" You defend with a shrug. "Send it to me." You urge and Jason just furrows his brows at you before going into your text thread. He attaches the picture and once it comes through on your phone, you save it. You go into your gallery and set it to your lock screen. Jason thinks he might go into cardiac arrest, right here, right now. "See, it's cute." You beam at him, holding your phone so Jason can see the lock screen.

"Now we have matching lock screens, huh?"

"You and me." You beam at him and Jason completely melts. And he has the 'fuck it' thought. Just to tell you and rip the bandaid off because all he wants to do is kiss you. But, then you start talking. "You...sleeping in here? It's late." You keep your eyes on your phone this time, worried you might combust if he has that cocky grin of his this time. You just like when he's around. It feels safe.

"Do you want me to?" Jason raises his brows at you and he definitely wants to but only if you do. He bites the truth back because you asking that single question, gave him enough time to back out.

"You can't just answer a question, can you?" You laugh softly, finally looking over at him.

Jason lets out a sigh and laughs softly. "No, course not." He shakes his head. "Yeah, I can." Jason sits up, lifting his legs up so he can get under your blanket and he was kind of hoping you'd ask him to stay.

You lean over, plugging your phone in before putting it on your nightstand and turning the light off. You move closer to Jason, resting your head on his shoulder while he wraps his arm around you. "You can always stay here, I don't mind."

You feel Jason let out a breath from under you and you smiles softly. He feels so comfortable with you and he has no fucking idea what he even did to deserve that. He swears, every single day, he doesn't deserve it, deserves your friendship but you show up anyway. You make everything better.

"You can always stay in mine." Jason's voice is rough and whispered, sending a chill down your spine and you bite the inside of your cheek.

"Thanks, Jay." You rub your thumb over his shirt and Jason traces circles on your bicep, his eyes on the TV while you start to drift to sleep.

After a few hours of sleeping peacefully, you’re stirred awake. You’re drowsy and groggy, almost feeling a little delusional. But, you can feel Jason shifting under you and gasping for air. And you can hear his heart thundering against your ear. His heartbeat snaps the tiredness from your eyes as you sit up, realizing he's having a nightmare. You sit up quickly, flipping on the lamp before turning to face him.

"Jay." You nudge him softly, no use. "Jason." You shake his shoulder a little harder, still not waking him up. And you hate how distressed he looks when he has a nightmare. It's not fair. "Jason, wake up." You keep shaking him and finally, Jason's eyes shoot open as he takes a breath.

The nightmare flashes before his eyes, swimming in his head as he catches his breath. His chest is heavy and hollow as he breathes and every part of him is sick of this. It's exhausting and miserable. It's terrifying. And then his eyes land on you. Your brows are pulled together, eyes still heavy with sleep there's worry etched across your face. And his heart sinks further because even though you’ve seen him have nightmares before, this is his place. His environment and it's still happening. He feels weak.

"Hey, you were having a nightmare." Your voice is gentle and soft, groggy.

Jason clears his throat, sitting up. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Your chest aches as you look over him, his breathing still fast. "What happened? Deathstroke?" Jason never likes talking about them, especially when they're fresh which you can't say you blame him for.

Jason looks away from you, his eyes landing on the TV that's now off. "It's fine." His voice is rough and low, etched in exhaustion.

You rest a hand on his cheek, lightly pulling his face to look at you. "You and me. It's okay."

Jason sucks in a full breath finally and he has no clue how you do it. Your hand on his cheeks calms him down just enough. You touch him and it all melts away. And you don't look at him like he's weak or fragile or broken. The only thing across your face is worry and understanding. Your eyes are still bright even in the low light and even when they're filled of the sleep you should be getting. But, you’re up with him, looking at him with your eyes that Jason swears can put an entire supernova to shame.

"Different this time." Jason mutters. "It's fine though, I'm fine. It's not a thing." Jason clears his throat as you slide your hand off of his cheek as he sits up.

He can't bring himself to tell you what it was about because that would mean possibly telling you about patrol. In the dream, instead of Bruce bailing him out, Bruce stood back to teach him a lesson of some sort but the guy had a gun. You woke up Jason before the bullet hit him.

"Not a thing?" You question, your voice is quiet. "How often are your nightmares?"

Jason shrugs, being reluctantly. "Not that often."

"Liar." You let out a scoff.

"Enough." Jason admits with a sigh, hanging his head for just a second before looking back to you.

You nod softly. "It's gonna be okay, Jay. You'll be okay." Your eyes dart across his face as if you'd be able to tell what nightmare has him panicking tonight.

"Fucking sucks." Jason admits with a scoff.

"I know. Nightmares are tortuous. You can always tell me about them, Jay. I'll listen all fucking night if you want me to." You shrug your shoulders with ease and the only thing you want is for him to be okay.

"I know." Jason nods and he has no doubt you would. But, he'd never ask that of you. It's not your job. He is not your responsibility.

"Good. Do you wanna talk about it?"

Jason shakes his head, his messy curls bouncy slightly with the movement. "Nah, I'm fine. Just wanna fucking sleep." Jason clears his throat and he's done talking about it. He's too tired for this shit. And he wants this to be right with you. So, he taps the top of your glove-covered hand with his fingers. "Can we just lay back down?" He offers you a tired and lazy smile.

"I have an idea." You perk up as you toss the blankets off yourself in a quick motion before getting up.

Jason watches as you head over to the dresser against the far wall, confusion wrapping itself across his face. "You normally have ideas this early in the morning?"

"I always have ideas." You state as you grab something thin and rectangular Jason can't make out from his spot before you walk back over to the bed. You lay down in your spot and open your arm, gesturing for Jason to lie down. "You can lay on me this time." You smile softly up at him, his brows still furrowed but Jason isn't going to protest.

So, he lays down, resting his head on your chest and he can hear your heartbeat. You pull the comic in front of you and you can feel Jason vibrate with a laugh before picking up his head to look at you.

"Seriously?"

"What? You read to me and it's not a novel but it is, technically, a book." You beam with warmth and Jason has never felt so cared for.

"You're gonna read to me?"

"Yeah, the fonts in comics are easier to read and there aren't large blocks of text which also make it easier to read." Reading is his thing, it works for him. Him reading to you works for you. The very least you can do, is offer the same to him. Read to him until he falls asleep.

Jason almost kisses you. Right then, right there. He almost just bites the bullet and does it because that's so nice. It’s sweet and caring and thoughtful. He wonders if this is how you felt the first night he offered. His chest is warm and swarming with fire. But, Jason doesn't do it because he's not sure if that would be right. Especially right now because he just had a nightmare and if he's going to kiss you again, he doesn't want it to be because he's scared from a nightmare or being kidnapped and tortured or something insane. If he's going to kiss you again, he actually wants it to be because it's just you and him. No fucking trauma is involved for once. So, he shakes the thought of it away for right now and lays down.

You wrap your arm around him, holding the comic up with one hand once you get to the first page. Jason rests his arm over your torso, sliding his hand under your shirt, keeping it near your hip. He can hear your heartbeat start to race with action and a grin pulls at his lips. He didn't do it for that reason, he just wants to be close. His hand rests right near your hip and his thumb rubs over the spot, he can feel the raised skin and unfortunately, he knows exactly what it is.

"What'd ya do?" Jason asks, his thumb still rubbing over the scar and you say nothing. You don't read. You stiffen entirely under him as you chew your cheek. Jason picks his head up, looking up to you with furrowed brows. And you offer him a lazy shrug, your eyes dodge his and he knows. "Fucking seriously?" There's anger in his voice, a stark contrast to how he sounded seconds ago.

You nods your head once. "Yeah, uh, asshole really wanted to make sure I wasn't hiding powers from him." You grit your teeth. "There are more." You shake your head, finally looking at Jason. "But, uh," You suck in a deep breath. "Just didn't tell anyone."

Jason's jaw squares and clenches. He's sad for you, absolutely but he's pissed. You didn't deserve any of it. No one deserves that. To be tortured and beaten and scarred. And Jason swears he'll never let anyone do that to you again. He'll walk through fire if he has to. He doesn't care.

"Hey." Jason sits all the way up, facing you and cupping your face. "I don't give a shit, alright? But, any fuck tries to do that shit again, they'll have to go through me and they won't wanna do that."

You offer him a sad smile as your heart skips a beat because you already knew that. Deathstroke was proof of that but it warms your heart anyway because despite his general form of recklessness, you’ve never felt more safe than when you’re with him.

"You always gonna try to protect me?" You offer him a quip.

"You and me, right?" Jason offers you a sly grin and he gets a gentle laugh from you.

"Yeah, you and me." You repeat with ease and you hate the scars. You dodge looking at them in the mirrors. You intentionally never mentioned them but, Jason doesn't care. And something about him wanting to protect you, makes it feel okay. "Thanks, Jay." Your smile makes Jason feel like he's being tossed head-first into the sun and he can't help but smile back. "Okay, seriously, lay down so I can read to you. You need to sleep. I'll stay awake a little while longer just in case you have another nightmare." You swear you'll fight the nightmares away for him if you have to.

Jason slides his hands from your cheeks with a soft laugh. "Look who's bossy now."

"Don't act like you don't like bossy." You quip and Jason's laugh fills the room as he lays back on your chest.

"Could get used to it if it's you, babe." Jason quips which earns him an eye roll that he can't see.

"Flirt." You mutter through a laugh, getting the comic ready again. "Okay, this is issue three. Did you want context?"

"Nah, you can just read. If I'm confused, I'll ask." Jason assures you and he slides his hand back where it was, right over the scar and his thumb brushes over it. This time though, you relax under his touch, a gentle smile on your lips.

"Okay...this looks bad. Really...really bad." You start reading the first panel. "But, believe it or not-- it's only the third most terrible idea I've had today and today I have had exactly nine terrible ideas."

Jason follows along, looking at the panels and he feels so content right now. The last person who read to him was his mom but Jason can't even remember how old he was. He knows he was young. But, now he has you who's reading a comic book to him and a part of him thinks it's a little funny because, like you said, comics don't have large blocks of text. They're pretty easy to read but you do it anyway because you knows it'll calm him down. It'll quiet the voices in his head that tell him he doesn't deserve this or you. And Jason's heart swells, because he feels important. Important to you. He feels like he's somebody to someone. He is someone to you just as Jason Todd.

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