#whatcha thinking about Tim?

[gothamundernightlight]

Incorrect Batfam Quotes

Jason: Hey Tim!

Tim: *distracted

Tim: …hi.

Jason: …

Jason: *pulls out his wallet

Jason: Here’s a penny for your thoughts…and a quarter not to tell me them.

#incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect dc quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect justice league quotes #dc comics #batman #batman & robin #robin #justice league #batfamily #jason todd #red hood #batfam #red robin #tim drake #gotham #source: tumblr #whatcha thinking about Tim? #mass murder probably #Batman’s little psycho

[danny-chase]

ngl i just find it so funny that after the whole Ric situation DC was like “wait shit this makes Bruce look like a terrible father” so they were like “but wait actually Bruce was watching over Ric the whole time 🥺” but like... that makes Bruce so much worse because he would just watch Ric sleep in his car and self medicate with alcohol and break into people’s homes to have a place to see and was like “yeah this is fine, i don’t need to intervene”

#i think about that sometimes #some guy at dc: i can fix this #*proceeds to make it worse* #tim: hey bruce whatcha doing #bruce: stalking my homeless son #tim: *spits out water*

[adhdslugcrimes]

Jason, in therapy: Dick is the golden child, I could never come close to his level of perfection nor be a good son my second time around... Not that I hate him for it, kinda hard now since he's there to support me, made me come to therapy.

Damian, asked who's the good child: well it's Richard of course, he's what I inspired to be.

Tim, talking about the greatest Robin: he started and set what every Robin should be, it's insane how he adapted to this lifestyle!

Cass, asked who's her favorite sibling: I don't have a favorite but Dick is one I can count on for anything, he's a good brother.

Steph: oh I know goodie two shoes won't do anything that would be anywhere near stealing, come on Wally, stop lying.

Duke: I don't think Dick can do anything wrong, I might be signal but he's the light of Gotham so I can't believe he's done anything wrong, I mean he ran away but that was mostly Bec Bruce hurt his feelings. No, I think the only thing he ever did anything wrong in his life was maybe stepping on an ant, he's a good guy and an amazing big brother, dramatic as hell but still a good guy.

Dick's good child times

Bruce, at his last straw: the Geneva Convention was not a checklist for your war crimes! You're 8yo, you shouldn't be a wanted man by the government!

Dick, sassy pants: correction, one I'm a wanted child, okay. Two, I didn't use it as a checklist, I added onto that list. I improve that list.

Bruce: your a wanted criminal, you set a man on fire!

Dick: whatever geezer, can you leave now I'm doing my homework or now it's an issue for you

Bruce: it is now, you are grounded, no, your beyond grounded your... Your forever grounded!

Dick: wow, you went to a the best college out there and the best you come up with is "forever grounded", why I'm even studying at this point if you're supposed to be smarter than anyone in the world.

Bruce: you're a nightmare.

Dick: and you're losing to an 8yo, now tell the government to shove it where the sun doesn't shine and leave me alone.

Bruce: I'll... I'll forbid you to see your friends then, ha whatcha going to do about that one.

Dick: leave to see them like always, just like I do to do my "crimes". This game getting boring, take the lost.

Bruce: this isn't over young man!

Dick: uh huh, yeah.

#dick grayson #batfam #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #cass cain #cassandra cain #duke thomas #i love that Bec be mellow out siblings thinks he's a innocent man #when in fact he's a war criminal the government couldn't find #his file there siblings read it and only Dick and Bruce know that's his file

[magnoliasandarson]

hoax

Tim was doing his absolute damnedest to project calmness, but he was losing his mind. Two feet away, munching on some cheesy fries, was the Red Hood—the prodigal son, the dead golden boy, his childhood hero, his Robin. The insane man who once beat him half to death, now the guy who occasionally dropped by the cave with a frankly worrying number of bullet holes. 

He’d been patrolling for an hour or so when he noticed the lack of gunshots, screams, explosions, etc., and tracked Hood to the gargoyle Dick took him to once when he was feeling sentimental. It was strange finding him without his signature explosive bucket on, with a bag of Batburger in his lap.

Tim didn’t know what to say, but he knew he needed to say something. Jason apologized for his actions weeks ago and explained that the pit had taken no dead Robins and turned it into all Robins must die, but there was still a weight between them. A clear line that said do not cross; luckily enough, Tim lived to cross those lines, “Takin’ a day off from murder and mayhem?”

Jason twisted his head to look over, his scowl somehow threatening, even with a fry hanging out of his mouth. He finished chewing, looking menacing the whole time, “Fucks it to ya, bird boy?”

Tim plopped down on the ledge; if Jason was going to shoot him, he would’ve already. He stared out at Gotham, at the empty streets and windows glowing with warmth and light. For once, the city was quiet, “Just making conversation, Hood.”

“What made you think I wanted to talk?” Jason’s tone was harsh, but it was about a five on the Jason-rage-meter, and Tim didn’t get fidgety till a seven. 

Tim kicked his feet out, idly drumming his fingers on the cement ledge, “Maybe I wanted to talk.” And in a weird way, it was true. This was Jason freakin’ Todd; the boy wonder that made Batman laugh. He oddly wanted to know everything. 

Jason sighed like he was accosted by young, costumed teens all the time, and, to be fair, he was. Stephanie had taken to showing up at his apartment at odd hours with waffles, and she had only been shot at twice, “Fine, traffic light. Whatcha wanna talk about.”

“Y’know, you wore the suit, too. ‘Least mine has pants.” Tim spoke, then immediately hunched away. Robin was a sore spot for Jason- Tim was stupid to bring it up. 

For some reason, Jason didn’t immediately pull a gun; he just cocked his head and laughed quietly. Tim straightened back up and tried to muster up a glare, but that just made Jason’s little laughs louder, “Ooh- baby bird’s got jokes,” he rolled his shoulders and offered a thing of fries from the bag, “want some fries, Tiny?”

Tim groaned; why did everyone make short jokes about him? He snatched the fries sharply in protest, “You were short too-”

“Yeah, then I took a dip in poison snot,” Jason cut him off, “Ya wanna do that too, short stack?”

Tim immediately jammed some fries in his mouth- he was incurably dumb. He’d managed to bring up Robin and the Lazarus Pit with Jason. He should hang up the cape, “You got any advice? As a former short king?” Honestly, he wished Jason would just shoot him now. There was something wrong with his brain on a fundamental level. He’d been hanging out with Bart and Kon way too much.

Jason tilted his head like he was buffering and inhaled deeply through his nose like he was trying to calm himself through sheer force of will, “Whatcha wanna know?”

Tim chewed his mouthful of potato slowly; he hadn’t thought this far ahead. What did he want to know from Jason? He could ask about crime-lording, but Jason would probably snitch to Dick, and then Bruce would lecture him for at least an hour. Oddly enough, there was only one safe topic he could ask about, and it would still likely result in him leaving with lead in his body that was not there before, “You got any, uhm, Robin-ly advice?” Lightning should strike him down.

Jason didn’t kill him, which was a plus; just lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, which was objectively hilarious, but Tim would die if he laughed, so he just ate another fry, “Robin was a different kid,” he blew out smoke rings like the cool guys in movies, and if Tim wasn’t acutely afraid of lung cancer, he’d be tempted to try, “Dickwing use’ta say, “Robin is magic, you have to be brave for the magic to work.” I used to believe that shit.”

“You don’t anymore?”

Another cool ring of cigarette smoke floated out through the sky, “I stopped believin’ when I dug my way outta my grave.”

Noted. Tim cleared his throat; this was not a conversation he was equipped for, “Oh.”

Jason snorted, “Yeah- oh,” he took another deep drag of his cigarette, making Tim’s chest twinge, “The thing is- Robin will make you believe you can be- make you think you can be a better person.”

“Then why aren’t you better?” The words left his mouth without Tim’s consent, and his whole body tensed to jump, his fingers finding his grapple gun at his waist. 

Jason gave a wry smile and stubbed his spent cigarette on the gargoyle to his right, “Because Robin isn’t magic.”

#dc universe #dc comics #tim drake #timothy drake #timothy drake wayne #robin #dc robin #batman #jason todd #red hood #dc red hood #nightwing #dick grayson #stephanie brown #spoiler #gotham #bruce wayne #batfam #robin is magic #but that didnt save jason

[rosewaterandivy]

c'mon barbie, let's go party

summary: steve harrington learns to embrace his kenergy with a little help from his friends.

a/n: in honor of barbenheimer today, please enjoy steve's newfound kenergy in the kids aren't alright cinematic universe. that being said, you can absolutely read this as a stand alone too! i'm seeing barbie later tonight, so mentions of the plot are vague and culled from the teasers and trailers - any and all mistakes are my own! feel free to yell at me in about this in my ask box et al. i'm at the tattoo shop for the foreseeable future and need some enrichment in my enclosure. Reblogs, feedback, and likes are appreciated - reposting is not. Enjoy! 💜

p.s. sneaky peak at eddie and his gf from my upcoming series notes on a scene 👀

steve had it all planned out - made the appointment himself and triple-checked that your schedule was clear for the day. circled it on the communal calendar in the kitchen double-feature: barbenheimer.

the group chat had been made aware and eddie's girlfriend, inexplicably known as princess, had taken it upon herself to buy tickets for the gang, therefore dictating the order in which the films would be seen (film teachers, am i right?). oppenheimer first, which steve would suffer through - historical films were always difficult for him to get through due to the anachronisms, and ending with the pièce de résistance: barbie.

you were swamped with grad school classes (having applied over the spring and started your courses this past summer) and steve wanted to treat you to something nice and relaxing. and a trip to the nail salon would have been just the thing, if not for eddie & princess crashing it.

luckily, you didn't seem to mind and were happily ensconced in your chair waiting on your nail tech. you'd brought your own color, because you're picky like that, and let steve, and then eddie and his girlfriend (out of necessity), sort through your collection too.

he'd settled on something called a midsummer's dream from that one brand you liked (there seemed to be a package from them every few weeks or so), thinking it would compliment your choice of arcade monster quite nicely; a little sweet and a little sour.

"manicure and pedicure?" the woman at the front desk had asked. steve clarified that the mani/pedi would be for the ladies, while eddie and himself would just get the pedicures. though the chipped black polish on ed's nails was becoming unsightly.

but despite doing so, steve somehow found himself moved from the pedi bath over to a nail table and seated right next to you. you looked up from your reading (Prisoners of Geography by Tim Marshall, steve's suggestion) and quirked a brow. "whatcha doin'?"

"sitting here, i guess."

you smirk, "sure thing, babe," and go back to your book.

so when a well-meaning woman grabs his hand and places it in a bowl of water while asking about his color choice, he doesn't know how to respond. he could've sworn he just said a pedicure for him and eds, but when he looks down the row and finds eddie in rapt conversation with his nail tech about god knows what as she removes his chipped black polish, he's no longer quite as sure.

"psst."

he looks over to you, seeing an ill-attempt to repress your laughter. "you don't have to get a polish if you don't want to." and it's sweet, you're sweet for thinking of him and his comfort when this was supposed to be all about you and yours.

steve shrugs, "might as well at this point," and hands her the bottle of pinky-blue iridescent polish.

you tuck your chin toward your chest with a grin, teeth flashing bright against the pink of your lips. "a very nice use of kenergy, steve. gosling would be proud."

💅💅💅

your nails flash green-gold in the sun, a nice contrast against the magenta base polish. you’re sipping from a s’mores milkshake from the ice cream parlor after the nail appointment, eddie having spied it a few stores down.

("it's too hot to argue, harrington," eddie groused, but not before grabbing steve's hands to examine his manicure. "dude, that color is sick on you!")

“s’nice color honey,” steve says, pausing to drink from the milkshake when you passed it over to him. the cool blend of chocolate and marshmallows with graham cracker chunks hits his tongue as you send a deilvish wink his way.

“thanks baby,” your tongue glides against the full of your bottom lip, collecting a bit of chocolate. checking to see that eddie and princess are out of earshot, you pull him in by the belt loops.

“think they’ll look as nice wrapped around your cock later?” you rasp, voice dropping to a low whisper.

steve shudders at the husky sound of your voice and nearly chokes on the milkshake in response, flustered and blushing. your laughter rings out in the afternoon heat, as bright as the sun shining above.

you kiss him for good measure, lips cool and sweet, before catching up to eddie and his girlfriend a few paces ahead. and all steve can do is watch after you, struck dumb by his girl with her quick tongue and wicked words.

he gets it later that evening seeing barbie when they say: “she’s barbie, and he’s just ken.”

you did not tell a lie when you said to princess all those months ago, that ken would end up being steve’s ‘literally me’ character. truthfully, he’s just glad to end up with his dreamgirl.

and yeah, your nails looked just as pretty later that night. as did his when you fell apart on his fingers. a flash of blue in the dim light when his hands dug into the soft flesh of your hips— you coming with a ragged cry on his cock, face buried against the pillows of your bed.

steve may be “just ken” but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. not when he’s got a barbie like you.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #the kids aren’t alright rosewaterandivy #steve harrington smut

[mamawasatesttube]

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.” for the ask prompt!

In the stillness of their bedroom, the night is quiet.

Kon's hand smooths soothingly over his hair, slow and repetitive. Tim lies in his arms, gazing at the steady rise and fall of his chest. He's been awake for a little while now; the last of the dread from that nightmare might have faded, but despite his exhaustion, his mind is still buzzing too hard to fall back asleep.

Outside, he knows Metropolis is active as ever, a city that never truly sleeps. Cars whiz by on the highways, or crawl impatiently through downtown intersections; drunken, weary partygoers meander out of clubs in the small hours of the night. He's sure Kon can hear all of that and more.

But to him, the world is simple. Smaller than all that. The streetlights are shut out behind the blackout curtains, and to Tim's human ears, barely any of the noise drifts this high. It's easy to lie here in the darkness and think of nothing beyond the outlines of Kon's body, the warmth of his skin. The vibration of his gentle, rumbling purrs, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Tim takes a breath. Counts to ten. Blows it out.

Kon's hand smooths over his hair again. When he speaks, his voice is low and warm, rough with sleep. "Lil better, sunshine?"

"Little bit." Tim closes his eyes for a moment and inhales the familiar scent of Kon's shirt.

He can pick up the faint fragrance of their laundry detergent (Kon loves the "Ocean Breeze" ones; he says the "Fresh Linens" smell like old people clothes. Ma always takes joking offense to that. It's one of their long-running gags that always makes Tim laugh, sitting on a barstool at the farmhouse countertop and swinging his legs as Ma playfully bonks Kon on the head with a spatula).

"Good." Kon's purrs rumble comfortingly in his chest, and Tim sighs in relief. Despite his nightmare's best attempts, it's just about impossible to not feel safe in Kon's arms. His heartbeat is Tim's anchor.

He curls his fingers into Kon's shirt, rubs the fabric between forefinger and thumb. It's warm from Kon's body, and soft enough to catch a little on Tim's calluses.

Kon hums again. "Mmm... Whatcha thinkin' now?"

Tim smiles ever-so-slightly against his chest. "Your heartbeat's really loud."

"Huh." Kon chuckles; Tim can feel it reverberate through him. Warmth blossoms in his chest, displacing some of the emptiness and soothing the frazzled nerves. "S'usually my kinda line."

Tim's smile grows more genuine. He turns his head, brushes his lips to the fabric over Kon's sternum. Lingers, as that strong, steady heart beats under his ear. "Usually."

They lapse back into a comfortable silence. Kon's hand slows and slows, stroking Tim's hair more and more heavily as sleep slowly reclaims him. Tim focuses on the sound of Kon's heartbeat, content to lie in his arms, and settles in to follow him, this time hopefully to more pleasant dreams.

#answers #Anonymous #quick lil domestic moment bc u know me i love domestic intimacy etc etc #timkon #tim #kon #rimi writes

[fictionalcharactergraveyard]

The gang + Shepards x traditional goth reader whom everyone thinks is a witch, and there are rumors about her

Ponyboy 

low-key thinks about you a lot

at first it’s pure curiosity 

then it turns into daydreaming 

and when he hears you’re a witch 

he’s like “…that’s hot.”

“what?”

“NOTHING.” 

ofc you 2 get paired up for a project 

You guys like some of the same books 

And stargazing 

And Pepsi 

After Darry and Sodapop find out about his crush they tease him and low key set you two up for a date 

it’s so fun 

You guys see a horror movie 

And when you get jumpy you cling to him 

And he does the same to you

And then you two share kisses 

All is fine until he gets home and finds out he has black lipstick marks all over his face

And gets “use protection” talk from Sodapop while Darry tries not to laugh (Soda doesn’t wanna become an uncle yet guys)

Johnny 

he’s in the lot and sees you walking 

He low key panic until you say hi

And he’s obsessed with your voice

You 2 end up talking a bit and you joke about how people think you’re a witch 

He says “I believe it.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I mean, how else can someone be so beautiful?” 

You fs paint his nails 

And play with his hair 

You each end up scaring each others bullies off 

You love kissing his scars

Dally 

Hits on you 

And when you get mad he just laughs 

“Whatcha gonna do? Curse me?”

“I might.” 

Then you walk away

He plays it cool

But he’s low-key like

“Wtf did they do-“

You two run into each other again at a party 

Buck threw and and your friends with his cousin 

He sees you and starts to flirt 

You flirt back bc why not

“Damn Dally, you going for the wicked witch now huh?” One of the guys there says 

Man almost got punched 

You found it hot 

Darry 

You found him very hot 

Daddy issues/j

Yet you didn’t want to flirt 

He fs has a partner 

Or so you thought

Man is STARING 

Loves how you look 

You catch him staring and he tries to recover 

Tries 

You “accidentally” bump into him 

And nearly fall in the process 

He grabs your waist and holds you

Omg he’s stronggg

You act start stammer and are like: “jfc he thinks I’m so stupid-“

And then he just asks you out 

Right then and there 

And you say yes 

🤭

Sodapop 

You go to the DX

And get some snacks 

Sodapop is like “huh, there’s that witch chick” 

And then when you check out and smile

It’s over 

He needs you NOW 

He needed you yesterday 

He gives you free things 

“I can pay-“

“No need. I don’t need to be jinxed now, do I?” 

You giggle 

Man has a goofy smile 

Yaps abt you sm oml 

Y’all are cute FR 

Two-Bit 

Says sm jokes 

Like omg

“Hey! Heading back to the cemetery?” 

“You got any voodoo dolls on ya?” 

“Did you drug me with a love potion, or am I just falling too fast?” 

You try not the laugh but you do

When you 2 kiss man is COVERED in black kiss marks

And doesn’t wash it 

“TwoBit clean it -“ 

“But how am I supposed to show Im under your spell?” 

You make a joke or two and he DIES 

Y’all are so sweet oml 

Steve 

You 2 meet in October 

“Ain’t it a little early for Halloween costumes?”

“Ain’t it a little early to wear Frankenstein masks?”

After a brief starting contest you 2 laugh and you get your slushie in peace

You go to a Halloween party and see him 

He’s not really dressed up

Youre a sexy vampire COUGH

You decide to join in ‘spin the bottle” 

And you land on Steve 

You guys kiss

And again 

And again 

Then you decide “fuck it” and head to his car to make out 

Tim

Man’s cat calling 

It’s an art to him at this point (thanks to dally)

You tell him to shove it

And he starts walking beside you 

“Ain’t your eyes supposed to glow when you’re mad?”

You just stare at him

Then you kick him in the nuts and run 

He gets mad respect for you after that 

Turns out you guys like the same songs 

You guys do (very bad) karaoke 

It’s fun 

Curly 

Met in detention 

You punched a chick 

He jumped a soc 

You guys started talking

And got on like a house on FIRE

It’s scary oml 

You two make out a lot

Pony wants to die 

Y’all PDA 

When he’s in reform you visit and send letters 

He tries to write letters back 

And make them as nice as yours 

He can’t tho 

Angela 

puppy crush FR 

She thinks your so cool

And pretty 

And when you ask her out she’s like

“I’m in heaven” 

After a threatening “conversation “ with Curly and Tim they’re fine with you hanging out 

You 2 do each others make up 

And go shopping together 

And scream to music 

<3 

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #two bit mathews #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #tim shepard #curly shepard #angela shepard #fictionalcharactergraveyard.writing.answers

[the-arkhamwolf]

Batfam Trope Fusion

Tropes-Wings and none vigilantes

Request by @moosieart

.

Almost twenty percent of Earth's population is blessed with the gift of flight. Thanks to a gene mutation that allows them to develop wings. Bruce Wayne has five children that carry this gene.

"I'm home" Dick the oldest of Bruce's children chirped walking into the house.

"What got tired of twirling around aimlessly" Jason teased from the couch.

"You're just jealous" he retorted. Dick Grayson child of the flying Grayson had followed in their footsteps and became a stunt flyer.

"Yes a Job where I fly around in circles for the amusement in others" Jason teased. Dick shook his head knowing it was all in good nature.

"You should have come out today there was a good wind in the air I even performed a Quadruple twirl while diving" he bragged lifting up his wings.

"I don't think my attending would want me skipping rounds" Jason scuffed stretching out his wings.

"Oh yes, the great doctor Todd" Dick called out in mock praise.

"I can't help I'm so gifted" he smirked leaning back. Jason was an intern at Gotham gernal a feild thanks to his great knowledge of treating wing injuries.

"And humble" They're were instructed by the opening door.

"Tim!" Dick greeted warmly.

"Hey" Tim replied putting down his book bag.

"Where's Dami?"

"Apparently the blood son is to good for cars so he had to fly home"

"Alfred wouldn't let his drive?"

"Yep" Tim confirmed "I'm going upstairs to work please keep the brat down here"

"No promises" Jason waved him off. Within a few seconds said Brat walked in the door.

"Where is that fool?"

"Dami" Dick ran up to his little brother going in for a hug.

"The other fool" Damian sidestepped him cause Dick to crash other ground and Jason to laugh

"Why are you so cruel?"

Timeskip

"Whatcha doing" Jason asked walking over to Dick.

"Trying to plan a vacation"

"Isn't that Bruce's job"

"Do you want to go ice fishing again?" Jason flahed back to a memory of tiny shards of ice hanging off his wings.

"Never mind"

"Here's a good one" Dick pulled up the listing "Beach front hotel ofcourse we have to fly to get to it"

"Sounds good to me" Jason shrugged.

"So that's me you tim-"

"Why bother with someone who can't ever fly?" Damian scuffed from where he was perched.

"Tim? He can fly" Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Drake can't fly he doesn't even have wings" Damian argued.

"Why would you say that?"

"He never goes to the wing exams at school and he always wears hoodies"

"He use to fly a lot before..." The last time Dick could remember Tim going out for a fly was around a mouth before before his parents died.

It wasn't unusual for those with wings to go into a morning period where they wouldn't fly, so Dick never thought much about it. Come to thank of it he hasn't even seen Tim's wings.

"Those hoodies have to be cramping his wings Jason frowned.

"So why would he wear them?"

Timeskip

Tim walked into the kitchen to get a few snacks instead he had three brothers staring him down like he just took the last slice of pizza.

"Can I help you?"

"Tim can we see your wings" Dick approached him carefully.

"What?" The younger boy stiffened.

"Is there something wrong?" Dick frowned.

"No its nothing" Tim responded moving away.

"Come on Timbers yoh can tell us" Jason stepped in.

"I told you it's nothing"

"Oh for goodness sakes Drake spit it out unless you want Grayson to worry himself to death"

"Fine" Tim sighed. He turned around slowly taking off his sweat shirt.

"Oh Timmy" his wings or what was left of them were jagged and pale. Like someone had chopped them up.

"I know " Tim sighed looking down at the floor.

"What happened?"

"My parents got them clipped"

"What?!"

"Kids with wings cause more trouble so they thought they'd save some hassle and get mine clipped" he frowned putting the sweatshirt back on "the guys messed up and they got infected"

"You should have told us" Dick frowned.

"It's no big deal" Tim responded curling up his wings.

"Baby bird it is a big deal" Jason responded "You could have died"

"I'm fine" Tim reassured them "I go to star city every month for antibiotics"

"Tim"

"After all it not like plenty off people don't have normal lives without wings"

"Tim"

"I mean it was so long ago"

"Tim!" Somthing wet started running down Tim cheek.

"Sorry he whipped aways any tears"

"It's okay" Dick gently held his shoulder.

"What?"

"It's okay to cry" Tim finally turned around to face them.

"We can sit here and you can talk about it" Jason joined in.

"I have nothing better to do" Damian replied. Which was the closest to 'I care about you' you could get from the boy.

"Would you like to do that?" Would he?

"Yes" Tim sniffled.

"Okay" Dick said as they all sat down "You're safe here so say whatever you feel like"

"Thank you"

Batfam Trope fusion list here I'm still taking requests

#batfam #batman #wing au #jason todd #tim drake #fanfic #no capes au #winged au #batfamily

[zuzuzuko]

nsfw timbern headcanon coming up so if that's not your thing move along i guess.

okay like i'm sorry but i just think Tim did hella research before giving his first blowjob. like he's newly out and still discovering his sexuality and he doesn't know how to give a blowjob but he WANTS to so he does what he does best which is overthink everything and research to hell and back.

and who knows maybe steph catches him taking notes while watching porn or something and is like 'whatcha... doing' and he fesses up that he has no idea how to suck a dick and so he's researching and then maybe she gives him life advice like 'just communicate with your partner u dumb idiot' and 🤷‍♀️

anyways if anyone wrote a fic about this i would give them my first born or whatever ☺️

#timber #timbern #in the end tims like 'ive never done this before bernard so sorry if this is awful' #and bernard shows him how to make him feel good and they communicate and #thats what i need in life #send tweet

[centralperkchenford]

Since it’s the anniversary of Jackson’s death I kinda want Ava saying he’s her imaginary friend because kids can see ghost better then we adults can and Lucy explains to her who he is

I’m sorry this is so late but I did want to do this one! I hope you like it!

Since it’s the anniversary of Jackson’s death I kinda want Ava saying he’s her imaginary friend because kids can see ghost better then we adults can and Lucy explains to her who he is

Ghost

Lucy walks by Ava’s room to see her sitting in her rocking chair smiling and laughing. Lucy pauses outside her door and watches her daughter. She is five now and has the best imagination. Ava gets up and holds her hand out to the air, and giggles and turns around jumping and leaping. She sees Lucy and runs over to grab her hand. “Whatcha doing Ava?” Lucy asks her. Ava giggles and leads Lucy to the rocking chair.

“My friend and I were just playing.” Ava says proudly. Lucy tilts her head at her daughter curiously.

“What friend Aves?” She asks her. Ava licks her lips and points to the corner where her toy bin is.

“He says his name is Jackson.” She says. Lucy heart nearly stops as Ava continues not noticing Lucy’s face.

“He says he wants to be my friend because I remind him of you.” She says and Lucy has to swallow down the sob that is about to come out.

There’s no way Ava can see Jackson.

But yet…

She glances at the unicorn calendar on Ava’s wall and swallows again. How did she not realize?

September 26th.

The day Jackson was so brutally and senselessly murdered.

“Mommy? What’s wrong?” Ava asks and Lucy wipes a tear from her cheek and holds out her arms for Ava. Ava comes and crawls on Lucy’s lap. She reaches out and brushes a tear from her cheek.

“What’s wrong? Jackson doesn’t want you to cry!” Ava says again sounding almost panicked and Lucy kisses her cheek.

“Oh baby. It’s um—Jackson was my friend a long time ago. H-he died today many years ago.” She says and she’s not sure how a five year old can comprehend that. Hell sometimes she still can’t believe Jackson is gone.

“Oh.” Says Ava. “He didn’t tell me that.” Lucy chokes out a laugh and puts her chin on Ava’s head.

“Maybe he didn’t want to upset you Aves.” She says quietly. “He was a very good friend.”

Ava is quiet for a few minutes. “What was he like mommy?” Lucy sucks in a breath. It’s not that she didn’t think of Jackson, but sometimes it was hard to think about him. And everything that could have been, should have been. He should be here.

“We went through the police academy together. Along with uncle John. And he was my best friend. He was kind and thoughtful. He was smart and he was going to make a great police officer.”

“Like daddy is.” Ava says. Lucy has to bite back a laugh remembering how much she complained about Tim to Jackson. He probably would have been shocked at first to know they got together, got married and had four kids. But then he would have been supportive and maybe a little more than smug.

“Yes baby. Daddy is my best friend but not at first.” She says and Ava makes an offended noise.

“Jackson helped me through a lot. We went through a lot together.” She says. “We were thicker than thieves.”

“Do you miss him?” Ava asks. Lucy nods and kisses her head again.

“Yeah I do.” She says. “You would have loved him Ava. He would have spoiled you rotten.” Ava grins up at her.

“I wish I could have met him when he was alive.” She says. “He sounds fun.” Lucy nods and Ava slips off her lap suddenly. She goes back to the corner and leans in, a grin on her face as she turns back to Lucy.

“He says he loves and misses you.” Ava says and Lucy stands up to go over to where Ava is. She bends down on her knee and looks at to where she thinks Jackson is.

“Miss and love you too Jackson.” She says quietly and Ava hugs her tightly.

***

Later that day, Lucy drives out to the cemetery alone. She finds Jackson’s grave and lays the flowers on it.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here much.” She says. “You deserve better than that. But I miss you man. It took my five year old daughter seeing your ghost to make my heart ache at how much I miss you.”

She bends down and wipes some dirt off the grave. “I will do better Jackson. I promise. You would love Ava. She’s so.. wild. And Daisy is a gentle soul. And Levi is a mama’s boy and so sweet and June.. she’s amazing. And Tim.. he’s the love of my life. Are you surprised? I fell in love with my hard ass training officer. But he’s worth it.”

“That’s good to know.” Says a voice behind her. She straightens up and turns around to see Tim. Ava, Daisy, Levi and June who are in their double stroller. Ava and Daisy are holding flowers. And Tim is holding a tiny police car.

“Hi.” She says making her way over to her family. She lifts Levi up and Tim grabs June placing her on his hip.

“Ava told me about her friend Jackson. And then I remembered today was..I figured this is where you would be.”

She smiles at him and leans in to kiss him. “I just needed to talk to him.” She says and Tim pulls her close. “I miss him.” Tim kisses her on the top of the head.

“I know you do baby.” He says. “I’m glad you had him in your life.”

“Me too.” She replies. “Now what did you guys bring Jackson?” Ava bounces up to the grave first and puts her flowers on gently.

“Come visit me again okay?” She whispers loudly. “I love you.” Lucy looks at Tim who is staring at Ava with awe. Daisy goes next, her little three year old voice quiet.

“I brought daisies cause that’s my name.” Daisy says. She backs away and Lucy smiles at her as she backs into Lucy’s legs. Tim fidgets with the car and looks over at Lucy a guilty expression on his face.

“I wish I had treated him better.” He says. Lucy leans up to kiss him.

“He knows.” She says. “I know he does.” Tim smiles and goes to lay the car on Jackson’s grave, June still in his arms.

He backs up to Lucy and she leans close to him again. Ava at Tim’s side, Daisy at Lucy’s and the twins in their arms.

Lucy knows if Jackson were still alive he would have been a huge part of the family. And standing here right now, Lucy can feel him and she knows she will always have an angel watching over her.

When they turn to go, the sun is setting and it’s a beautiful orange and pink. And Lucy knows Jackson painted that just for them.

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Tim is nervous. There are two keys burning a hole in the front pocket of his jeans. He wasn’t sure who he was more nervous to ask. Lucy or Tamara. He and Lucy had talked about moving in together many times before. That somehow didn’t make this any easier. He knew she would say yes. A good portion of her stuff was already in his house.

They tell Tamara frequently that she is a welcome addition to their family, but he’s not sure if she really knows that. He’s not even sure if she will want to live with them. She is old enough to live on her own, and most kids are in a hurry to live on their own. Though he thinks with her childhood, she may want to stay with her found family as long as she can. And while Lucy told him Tamara didn’t want to be around when they started having babies, that was still a ways off.

Lucy opens the door to his house just then and he startles, stopping where he is pacing across the floor.

Lucy looks at him quizzically, “Hey...”

“Hey,” Tim shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Nothing.”

“Mmhmm…” Lucy sets her stuff down and walks over to him. “Spill it.”

“What?”

“Come on, Tim, you’re terrible at hiding things. What is it?”

Tim opens and closes his mouth a few times. “…Fine. Close your eyes and put out your hand.”

Lucy raises her eyebrows at him challengingly and he returns the look. She concedes, closing her eyes and extending her hand in front of her, palm up. Tim very gently places one of the keys in her hand and she opens her eyes. “What’s this?”

“A key.” Tim states obviously.

“To what?” Lucy asks confused.

“My house.”

Lucy’s confusion grows. “I already have a key.”

Tim sighs, exasperated, “It’s symbolic, Lucy.”

Lucy remains confused, and looks at Tim. He looks at her expectantly and it hits her. Her eyes grow wide. “Oh! Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Yes!” He exclaims as if it was the clearest thing in the world.

“OH! Yes!” She laughs and wraps her arms around him.

__

Tim knocks on Tamara’s bedroom door, Lucy by his side.

Tamara opens her door, removing her headphones, “Hey!”

“Hey, do you have a second?”

“Uh, yeah. What’s up?”

“Close your eyes and put out your hand.”

Tamara looks at him with a great deal of suspicion and Lucy does her best to suppress her laugh. Lucy tried to convince him to just ask her, but he insisted on doing it this way. It seems like a “bigger gesture” this way.

“Why?” she drawls out.

“Come on, please?”

“As long as you promise not to put anything creepy on me.” She says raising her open palm, before quickly closing her hand and pulling it back. “or anything gross.”

“I promise.”

She still eyes him warily but opens her hand back up and closes her eyes. When Tim drops the key in her palm, she opens her eyes. “A key?” Tim nods. “To what?”

Tim looks baffled. Is it really not obvious? “My house!”

“I already have a key to your house.” Lucy loses it, doubling over from laughter. Tamara looks even more confused than Lucy did. “Am I missing something?”

“Yes! It’s symbolic! Do you want to move in with me and Lucy?!” Tim all but shouts it, frustrated that nobody understands his symbolic gesture.

“Oh.” The tone in the room shifts to a more serious note. Tamara looks like she might cry, and Lucy straightens herself out. “Really?” Tamara asks.

“Yes, really.” Tim confirms.

“You are a part of our family, Tamara.” Lucy adds.

“There’s a bedroom in our house with your name on it if you want it.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” Tim and Lucy say in unison, smiling ear to ear.

“Yeah,” Tamara repeats, smiling back.

“Come here.” Lucy pulls her and Tim both into a family hug and they laugh.

Forever a family, they will be.

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[mybworlds]

CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Tim Rockford x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: Tim Rockford usually works alone and has a bad temper, one day after another woman was found dead he started to believe there's a serial killer around, maybe a useful help will come from an aspiring mystery writer.

Series warnings: use of you, violence graphic, slow burn, angst, fluff, mutual pining, eventual smut (18+ MDNI).

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Summer, Austin, TX

That day it was hot as hell, Tim Rockford looked towards the bridge and then he observed the trees surrounding it, he stuck a cigarette between his lips without lighting it. The ground at that point was damn dry, it would have been difficult to spot any footprints. He approached the victim again, her gaze, those wide eyes caused him an unknown shiver that reverberated down his spine. She was not his first case, she was not the first victim, but somehow he felt like a fucking newbie.

"Hey boss," the young recruit who had been called to join him a few months before greeted him.

"'morning," he returned the greeting.

"That's awful, whatcha think?" he asked observing his boss.

"Dunno yet." he replied scratching his chin and taking the cigarette from his lips and putting it back in the pack "Found anythin' 'bout her?" he asked kneeling next to the victim.

"Her name was Alicia McNail, 23. She lived in Austin since a couple of months, she moved from Nevada to study architecture," he started to share informations about her, but Tim wasn't listening anymore. He observed her fingernails and he noticed mug on victim's chaps.

"What d' ya see?" Tim asked to the young boy who was holding his little notebook in his hands.

"Uhm, maybe--" he looked at the young man next to him, he shook his head noticing that the boy didn't even know where to look.

"You're as useful as intelligent!" he blurted out impatiently.

"Sorry, boss, but don't know where--" he started shaking his hands.

"'S there somethin' that should not be here?" he asked directing the recruit's attention.

"Yeah, well-- she's half naked,” Tim nodded "her hair is a mess and full of mud,"

"Bingo!" Rockford exclaimed "Which means?" he asked again.

"She was killed somewhere else." the boy replied.

"Right!" Rockford exclaimed again, pointing a finger at the young man. “And, what else?”

"Drag marks are missing."

"Yeah, bu' she may've been dumped here." Rockford suggested.

"Correct, but there's no tire marks or signs that someone left her here." the other replied.

"So, what d' ya hypothesize?" Tim asked again.

"Dunno, boss. It looks like she was dumped here from-- uhm a ghost. It scares me to death." the young man added with a sigh and a contrite expression.

Tim looked at the young man who really had a scared expression, he decided not to say anything else "Have the forensics take photos, tell 'em I want photos of the ground, of the place, anything. Any detail, even the most insignificant one. If necessary also photos of the river water!" he ordered, turning his back on the victim and approaching his car, he opened the door and entered.

Then he left the crime scene, he had to drink. He concentrated more when he indulged in a few glasses of scotch or whiskey.

The ice cubes touched the officer's teeth, and that's when Tim remembered another detail: the victim's broken teeth. Her body was covered in mud, there were even traces in her hair, her nails and teeth were broken, but there was something that clashed with the violent image that Tim had before his eyes.

What was that?

He walked back and forth in front of the evidence board, what was he missing?

The photos of all the previous victims were there, their glassy eyes seemed to stare at him, there were unfortunately so many things in common between them: age, sex, the mug in their hair, all of them had been found half-naked, there were no footprints on their bodies, no footprints around their bodies. The ground then in those days was particularly dry, which did not help the investigation.

"Fuck!" he blurted out.

Someone knocked on the door, "YES?!" almost screamed Rockford turning suddenly toward the door that opened a few seconds later. It was that pain in the ass from the morning again "Boss," he said as he walked in, "there's a phone call for you, apparently there's a person who will be assist you for the next few days." he informed him in a trembling voice.

Tim rolled his eyes and huffed "Who the fuck is he?" he asked unceremoniously.

"Dunno, apparently she's a young journalist or something who…"

Tim dismissed him by moving a hand as if to tell him to leave him alone and the young man obeyed, when Rockford did that it was better to leave him alone. The Detective didn't give a damn who would come, even the Pope could have come at that moment he wouldn't have cared. He had this bloody horrible case on his hands and he couldn't get his head around it, it was driving him crazy.

You had been writing since you were a little girl, first writing on pen and paper and always leaving around the house your notebooks on which you delighted in telling the most different stories. Your parents had noticed from an early age this predilection of yours and this marked imagination to the point of pushing you to attend courses, masters and whatever else just to help you achieve that goal and make your dream come true.

Unfortunately, however, your dreams had collided with reality, in fact, everywhere you turned you found dozens and dozens of aspiring writers and therefore in the end no one was really interested in publishing your novels since they were defined as already read or not interesting enough or still too far from reality. Fantasy or romance novels were no longer going the way they were a few years ago, people wanted to read something real, according to the many possible publishers you had relied on to publish your work. As the years went by you were getting more and more desperate because you wanted to write, you had the need to write, but no one seemed to want to listen to you. You were about to give up when your father proposed what you had always refused which was to introduce you to a friend of his who worked in certain offices in police departments and whom your father had called a big shot, a guy named Craig Parker.

You had always hated recommendations, but then you told yourself that deep down your father just wants you to meet this man who will probably share some data just so he can make you draw from reality and make your stories more authentic. You told yourself and repeated to yourself as you walked into the police offices and looked around as if you were a thief about to be caught stealing. You looked around, but no one seemed to pay attention to you, you saw two officers behind a desk on the phone, two were making photocopies, another was making coffee, yet another looked scared and contrite, then there were several offices with closed doors. You approached the younger policeman who, as soon as he heard you approach him, almost jerked out of his chair, you smiled at him with a sorry look and reassured him about your intentions.

You still smile at the memory of that day and the first meeting you had with Agent Paul Hancock.

"I'm here to see Commander Craig Parker," you said as you looked the young man in the face.

"Y - yes, um, it's that way. Shall - shall I take you there?" the young man asked as he got up from his chair and before you could answer, he led you down some corridors filled with offices from which you could hear the phone ringing in the distance.

"Here." he said as he knocked on a door on which was written "Commander C. Parker," a deep voice invited the officer to enter, which the young man immediately did, you heard him introduce himself and then leave the room, "Go in," he said with a polite wave of his hand.

"Thank you." you said with a nod and a shy smile and then entered.

The man in front of you was a big man of almost 6 feet, dark skin, black eyes, graying hair, and a strong physique.

You remember feeling a great sense of fascination at standing in front of the man who certainly knew your father and who knows maybe he knew you as well or by name or maybe who knows maybe you had even met when you were little.

"'Morning," You said shyly with a small smile.

The big man smiled at you, revealing very white teeth and almost assuming a funny expression.

"Please, have a seat," he said, pointing to a chair in front of his desk; you agreed to sit down. You still remember the uneasy feeling you felt at being seated in that chair, you even remember the sweat beaded your forehead. You swallowed uncertain about what to say.

You looked around and observed the countless certificates posted on his wall, the dozens of pieces of paperwork stacked on the furniture behind him, then went back to observing the man standing there with his hands crossed and looking serene. You lowered your gaze and cleared your throat, the man finally understood your discomfort because he decided to add, "I knew your father since college, we were great friends. Y' know, we always kept in touch. Your father is a sincere, good man to whom I owe so much." he confided making you look up "When he asked me to help his daughter, well," he just spread his arms wide "how could I say no?" he smiled at you and you weakly returned that smile.

"Um, is it…legal what…?" you began to ask, unsure about the words to use. You were still talking to a Commander!

"Let's say you'd technically be here as a consultant, or something like that," he answered your question.

You furrowed your brow, "Um, but isn't a consultant someone who specializes in helping you police to solve crimes, frauds or whatever?"

"Yeah, but for your father and therefore for his daughter, we're going to pretend that you're," you were about to ask him if he could do that, if it was within his power, but again he was the one who anticipated your question you were about to ask, "of course it's something that'll remain between me, you and the man you're going to assist who obviously needs to know who you are,"

"Of course, yes."

It was obvious, you were just there to draw on the reality of the facts, to get insights to be able to write about, not to really solve cases.

"Obviously anything you hear or see, keep it to yourself, and of course if one day, when you write, it occurs to you to mention these events, be as discreet as you can be." you nodded "Got it?"

"Yes." you replied in a low voice.

What are you getting into?

"Well, now d' you want to meet the man you're going to assist?" he asked as he got up from his chair revealing himself again in his impressiveness, you also got up from your chair and with a nod he invited you to follow him. Behind him you felt so little, his footsteps echoed down the hallway, when you thought he was going to lead you to a basement or something, he stopped in front of a glass door, behind it was a man walking back and forth across the room. He had broad shoulders, dark hair, an angular nose, and chewed the bar line of glasses.

The Commander knocked a couple of times and then entered, you politely waited outside, the door was open and technically you could enter considering they were talking about you, but you just stood there shaking hands, the only thing you heard clearly, beyond Parker's introduction of you, was the annoyed and rancorous tone of the other man in the room who gave you a piercing head-to-toe look that made you duck your head and the words, "Don't need she playing Nancy Drew next to me."

You'd have laughed if he wasn't talking about you, but since he'd given you that nickname at first glance you were hurt, only later you'd take it as a compliment, but much later.

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[ijustreallylikepirates]

I got an anonymous fanfic request so I’m going to be merging it with my fic on Alec’s birthday to just make it a bit longer. Hope that’s not much of an inconvenience or a bother.

I hope y'all enjoy this. I put my heart and soul into these fics just for y'all. Yall are a great group of people. Tumblr people are better than real people. Anyways I’m gonna stop yapping and here’s the fic.

Btw this fic is gonna be like really long so sorry bout that lol

Disclaimer: swearing, making out (shocker)

Finally, the day I’ve been waiting for for so many months. It’s finally my birthday.

I went full out for Nick on his birthday so I think he might spoil me like he tends to do even when it isn’t my birthday.

I don’t know what he’s planning but it’s gotta be something good with all that money he has. Perks of having a rich boyfriend.

I don’t only love him for his money though, if that’s what you’re thinking. There’s so much I love about him, like his personality. He’s so sweet, he treats me well, the way he always has a dirty joke for me. We have created so many amazing memories together it’s just hard to not love him. He also has the prettiest hair that just swoops when he turns his head in every which direction. His eyes are just so blue I get lost in them like I’m swimming in the Aruban ocean every time I stare into them. His skin is just so soft that when I hold his hand, it feels like I’m holding hands with a marshmallow.

I do quite love the expensive things he buys me though.

As I’m laying in my bed reading Fellow Travelers in the dim lamplight of my bedroom, Nick slowly opens the door and looks at me. Surprised to see me awake he says, “Good morning, birthday boy.”

He pushes the door open completely, and walks over to my bed. I smile as he pushes back the covers and lays his head on my pillow right next to me.

He kisses me on the cheek and asks, “Whatcha reading?”

I wrap my arm around his shoulders and show him the book cover. “Fellow Travelers.”

He lays his head slightly onto my shoulder and asks, “What’s it about?”

“It’s about these two guys Hawkins and Tim who fall in love in the 1950s which obviously wasn’t a very great time for queer people. So they just had to keep their love a secret and make it through the McCarthy Red Scare trials and the Lavender Scare.”

Nick stares at the words on the pages. “I have no idea what any of that means but okay.”

I just laugh. “If you’d read it, you would understand.”

“I haven’t picked up a book since what, high school?” He laughs. “Unless you read it to me like a toddler.”

I poke his nose with my finger, then kiss him. “You really want me to?”

“Hey, what the heck, love. I love hearing the sound of your voice so yes please.”

I laugh and kiss him again. “You’re so stupid. I can’t believe I’m dating you.”

“You love me.”

“I do actually.”

I put my bookmark in between the pages of my book, then place it down on the bed next to me. I turn to the side and wrap my arms around Nick’s back.

My face is now very close to his. He just smiles and places his hands on my waist.

He kisses me. “I have big plans for us today.”

I smirk. “Oh yeah? How much money do you plan on spending on me today?”

He kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry about that, love. Just kiss me.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever, British boy.”

“Hey, you’re British too so-”

But I obviously can’t let him finish that sentence.

I quickly press my lips onto his. His eyes widen and a noise that sounded like a tiny scream escapes from the back of his throat.

When I pull away, he blushes and says, “Wow. I fucking love it when you kiss me like that.”

“What?”

“Like when you kiss me when I’m in the middle of a sentence. Or just when I don’t expect it at that moment. It’s my favorite thing ever.”

I blush and run my fingers through his hair. “You’re actually stupid. I fucking love you so much.”

He nuzzles his head into my chest. “I love you even more,” he mumbles into my chest.

I remove my fingers from his hair and rub his back. I kiss the top of his head.

We laid there for a while. He sneakily placed kisses on my chest a couple times, and I held him close to me, listening to his quiet breathing.

But after a while, he lifts his head and kisses me. “Well, we should probably get up now. It’s been a while, we can’t just lay here in your bed forever, birthday boy.” He sits up and pushes himself to the edge of my bed. “Come on. I made you breakfast.” He picks himself up off the bed and walks out the door.

Before getting up, I lay in my bed and stare at the door, the blanket pulled up over my chin. God, I love this man.

I throw the blanket off, grab my book, and get up. As I walk out the bedroom door, he has set a plate on the table. I smile and walk over to the table. But I didn’t even notice what he had cooked for me.

On the plate sat Menemen, or Turkish scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Menemen is one of my favorite Turkish dishes of all time! I wonder how he knew?

I laugh and ask, "You went out of your way to make me a Turkish breakfast?" I pick up the fork next to the plate and spear my breakfast.

I fork the eggs into my mouth and...

Oh.

Oh. My. God.

I close my eyes and throw my head back. "Mm. This is so good!"

Nick giggles as I fork more eggs into my mouth. "Thank you. I wanted to make some kind of breakfast from Türkiye. Cause y'know, I thought you would like it considering you're always trying to get me to try Turkish food."

I laugh and fork another bite of egg into my mouth, then pick up my book in my other hand. "You spoil me."

He smiles and says, "You deserve it."

I just chuckle and open up the book. But before I can take the bookmark out of the book, Nick takes the book out of my hand and snaps it shut. "Jeez. If you want gay love stories, I'm right here."

I laugh as he places the book back down on the table next to me. I shake my head and finish the last couple bites of my breakfast.

When I set my fork down on my now empty plate, Nick quickly picks up the plate and brings it over to the sink. As he starts to wash the plate he asks me, "So how was it? Was everything alright?"

"Everything was delicious, Efem. Why do you ask?"

Nick raises an eyebrow at me and says, "Well, I just wanted to know because it's the first time I ever cooked Turkish food for you and it's also your birthday! I need your first meal of the day to be perfect!"

"Well, it definitely was perfect. Thank you so much."

"You're so much more than welcome, Alec. And of course I'm going completely out of my way to make sure you feel like the most special person on this Earth." He turns his head around and says, "Now go put on something nice. We're going out."

I just roll my eyes. "Alright. Whatever you say."

I get up from the chair and walk over to Nick. I give him a quick peck on the cheek before heading off to my bedroom.

I close the bedroom door behind me and start looking through the drawers in my bureau. I pick out a nice blue button-down shirt and some black dress pants. I slip on some ankle-high white socks and a pair of shiny black dress shoes. I pull a leather belt through the belt loops of my pants, then slip a navy blue overcoat over my arms.

I quickly scan the room. I grab my phone off my bedside table and put it in my back pocket. But just as I'm about to leave the bedroom, I remember something.

My wallet.

I know that it's my birthday and Nick probably won't let me spend any money, but I never leave the house without my wallet. Ever. Like if there is ever a situation where I need to show my ID or driver's license, they'll be there right in my back pocket. Or like, what if Nick forgets his wallet today?

I scan the tops of my nightstands, but don't see my wallet on either table. I do a quick search of the bedroom; in my drawers, under the bed, under my pillows, inside my bedsheets, everywhere I could think of.

Then, I have an epiphany.

Nick.

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Not this again. Nick!"

"Yeah?" he calls back from the other room.

"Did you steal my wallet again?"

Silence.

"Hello? Nick?"

More silence.

I sigh. I walk over to my bedroom door and walk out. "I swear. Nicholas fucking Milton, you give me my wallet back this-"

And that's when I saw what he was doing.

He was just standing there in the middle of the living room, his hands in the pockets of the cashmere suit jacket he now had on, my wallet lodged between his teeth.

And honestly? I definitely blushed.

I just stood there for a second, then look Nick in the eyes and say, "Nick."

He just smirks. Well, as well as he can with my wallet in his mouth.

I walk over to him and hold my hand out. "Give it back to me now."

He slowly shakes his head.

"Now."

A low giggle from the back of his throat.

I shake my head and close my hand around the wallet. He clamps his jaw down tighter on my wallet.

I pull on my wallet, but my hand slips. "Come on, give it back!" I try to pry it out again. "You're going to get teeth marks on my wallet. That was expensive!" Another pull. "Come on!"

He just looks at me blankly, that horrendous smirk on his face.

God, he's so frustrating! I groan loudly.

But then... I smirk.

"Oh, Nick..." I say, leaning closer to him. "If you give me back my wallet, I'll reward you."

From in between his teeth, he says something like, "Wih wha?" which I assume meant, 'With what?'

I lean even closer. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll kiss you. Maybe we could, I don't know..." I lean over and put my lips dangerously close to his ear. "Make out..." I whisper into his ear. I place a gentle kiss on his neck as I pull my face back.

He was frozen, his whole face completely red. I hold my hand up to his mouth and he unclamps his teeth. My wallet falls into my hand, and I close my hand tightly around the smooth leather. I do a quick check to see if he didn't take anything out of it, then slipped it into my other back pocket.

"Thank you," I say, tucking my hand behind his neck. I lean in and press my lips onto his.

He doesn't waste a second kissing me back. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me close to him, kissing me harder.

His tongue brushes against mine as I push him hardly against the wall, making the room shake a little. One of the paintings even falls off the wall. But I'll fix that later.

I bring my hands down to his back, then start lifting up his cashmere suit jacket and white undershirt with my index, middle, and ring fingers.

I felt his hands trail down my waist and onto my ass. I press my body up against Nick's, warmth surging in between us.

I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. Or was it mine? No matter. Nick is so hot, I don't even care.

All that I could hear was my and Nick's breathing, the sound of his golden watch quietly ticking, and the occasional kissing noises. To be specific, very wet kissing noises.

He squeezes my ass as my hands start to trail up his back. His skin is so soft and warm.

I feel like I'm on the moon. We've made out many times before, but this just felt so much better. I don't know what was so special about today's makeout sesh. Maybe because it was my birthday. I don't know.

Wait...

My birthday! Nick is supposed to be taking me out today but we're up against the living room wall sharing saliva! And yes, before you germaphobes say anything about that sentence, I know how weird it is but like come on! It's Nicholas Milton iii, the hottest man on this earth!

I slowly pull away from Nick, a trail of spit stringing between our lips and breaking apart, spilling onto our bottom lips.

Nick goes in for another kiss, but I put my finger over his lips. "What time is it?" I ask him.

He pulls his hands from my ass and checks his watch. "11:00."

I retrieve my hands from his back and say, "We should get going." I back up from him.

He nods. "Just promise me you won't spend any money today. It's your day and you deserve to be treated like a princess."

I scoff and roll my eyes. "You already treat me like a princess every day, but okay. Come on now, the anticipation is killing me! I really want to know where you're taking me!"

He laughs. "Okay, okay! Just one more second. I have to grab something.

I watch as he walks into the other room. I raise my eyebrow when he comes back into the living room, holding something inside his cashmere suit jacket. That's...suspicious.

"Come on, let's go," he says, grabbing his car keys and opening the front door.

I look at him with my eyebrow raised, then follow him out the door and close the door behind me. We walk over to the car, and I climb into the passenger seat.

Nick opens the back door of the car. I pull down the sun visor and pretend to look at my hair in the mirror, but really, I watch as Nick slips something black and grey into one of those reuseable Stop&Shop bags. Very suspicious.

He then shuts the car door and walks over, climbing into the driver's seat. He shuts the door and starts up the engine.

I realize I still have the sun visor down, so I quickly run my fingers through my hair and pretend to look at it with a pout.

Nick leans over and cups my face in his hand. "Your hair looks fine, love." He kisses me on the cheek and shuts the sun visor. I blush as he puts the car in reverse and backs out of the driveway.

~

For the whole car ride I stared out the window with my legs crossed, trying to figure out where Nick was taking me.

But wait a minute...

I recognize this route!

This is the way to Barnes&Noble!

Nick really is spoiling me today, isn't he? Plus, I wonder what's in that bag in the back seat...

I turn my head to look at Nick and ask, "Are you taking me to Barnes&Noble?"

He smiles and nods. "Yep. I'm going to let you buy as many books as you want with my money."

My jaw drops. "Are you serious?"

"Mhm."

"Are you sure you want to let me do that?"

"Anything for you, baby."

I look back out the window and smirk mischievously. I rub my hands together and say, "Oh, you're about to go into debt."

Nick raises his eyebrow and says, "I'm starting to regret my decision."

I just laugh.

When he pulls into a parking spot in front of the Barnes&Noble and stops the car, I quickly jump out of the car and start running to the store.

"Come on!" I shout back to Nick as I jump up the curb.

"I'ma coming!" he shouts back, laughing in between sentences. "Wait up!"

I get to the front door and I look behind me. He's still running across the parking lot. I smirk and fling the door open as I shout, "Too slow!" and run through the door.

Nick laughs again and shouts, "Hey! Wait!" but the door shuts before he can make it there.

I don't even look back to check if Nick was behind me; I just ran behind one of the shelves. I started looking for books and piling a bunch into my arms. Hey! Nick said I could have as many as I wanted, so I'm picking up as many as I want.

But... I still want to be nice, so I'll limit myself to 20.

By the time Nick finds me, I have 19 out of the 20 books I limited myself to in my hands. Well... as good as I could hold them all anyway. I had them stacked in my arms, trying really hard not to drop them.

As soon as Nick sees me in the adult romance section, he rushes over to me. He laughs and asks, "Do you want some help with those?"

"Yes please," I say as I pile half the books into his hands.

Nick staggers a little, but quickly regains his balance and tightens his grip on my books. He huffs and asks, "What books did you even pick up?"

I look at the books and say, "Red White and Royal Blue, A Taste of Gold and Iron, Under the Whispering Door, In the Lives of Puppets, In Deeper Waters, Good Omens, Out of the Blue, Less, Kidnapped by the Pirate, the Apollo Ascending series, and the Shadowhunters Mortal Instruments series."

"Is that it?" Nick asks.

I just realized I have a guilty look on my face. "Yeah? I thought about it, and I realized I don't want you to spend that much money on me just for me to buy ink on dead trees."

Nick's eye twitched. "Alec... when I said you could buy as many books as you wanted, I meant it. Go fucking crazy. I don't care if you want to spend all my money on your ink on dead trees because it's your day and that's what's important to you. Go pick up some more fucking books and we're not leaving here until you have all the books you want."

I look at Nick, absolutely dumbfounded. "Oh... are you sure?"

Nick's eye twitches again. "Yes!"

"Like... 100% positive?"

"Yes!" Nick looks around. "But I think we need something to hold all these books though. Do they have like, something for us to put them all in?"

I consider this. "I don't think so. But you can ask one of the cashiers for one of those big paper bags."

Nick nods. "Alright. Come on, let's go get one."

He starts walking towards the front desk, me following closely behind him.

There was nobody checking out and there was only one cashier. Nick walks right up to the desk and says to the cashier, "Hello!"

The cashier looks up from her magazine but doesn't say anything.

"Uh, can I get one of those big paper bags?"

The cashier raises her eyebrow and picks up one of the paper bags from behind the desk. "This one?"

Nick nods enthusiastically. "Yes! That one!"

The cashier's face turns skeptical. "For what?"

Nick points at me and says, "I promised my boyfriend I'd buy him as many books as he wanted, and I really underestimated how many books he'd really buy."

The cashier just chuckles. "Are you going to actually come back and pay for them?"

Nick raises his eyebrow and lets out a small quiet gasp. "Are you calling me a criminal?"

"Just a genuine question, sir."

"Of course I'm coming back to pay for them! I'm too rich to start stealing shit!"

I laugh. "Stop flexing on your money."

He laughs too. "I'm just saying." He takes the bag from the cashier. "Thank you very much."

She laughs and picks up her magazine. "You're welcome. And happy shopping!"

I take the bag from Nick and dump my books into it. He dumps the books that I made him hold into the bag.

I look up at the cashier and say, "Oh, I'm definitely happy," before walking off to another shelf.

Nick loudly exhales and says under his breath, "At least he's happy," before following me.

~

By the time we made it out of the store, it was 4:00PM. I wish I was joking but I literally spent 5 whole hours in Barnes&Noble.

But I bought a lot so that makes sense.

Along with the original 19 books I picked up, I had bought The Love Hypothesis, The Song of Achilles, Dreamland, all 5 Heartstopper volumes, Nick and Charlie, This Winter, Radio Silence, Loveless, I Was Born for This, Solitaire, The Paris Library, all 6 volumes of Fence, and The Clean Slate Ranch series. 46 books total.

I also bought two Elvis records, a Queen record, and a Cardigans record.

Altogether that came to £498.94.

Now, sitting in a fancy restaurant, my books and records safely stored in the car, we laugh about that insane price.

"I mean, come on!" Nick shouts, swirling his wine around in his glass. "Almost £500 for 46 books and 4 records? That's crazy!"

I take a sip from my wine and say, "I mean, in America my shopping haul would probably amount to $1000."

Nick raises his eyebrows in shock. "Really?"

He takes a sip of wine as I nod.

"That's bogus!" he says, accidentally spilling a drop of wine on the tablecloth.

He quickly wipes up the wine as I say, "Inflations." I take a sip of my wine.

He laughs. "Sometimes I don't know about America."

I don't respond.

Nick raises an eyebrow at me. "Something wrong?"

I finish off my glass of wine and say, "Do you ever think about... Disventure Camp?"

Nick's eyes widen a little and he takes a sip of wine. "Sometimes... yeah. Why do you ask?"

I fold my hands in front of me and twiddle my thumbs. "I just can't stop thinking about the friendships I destroyed on that show or could've had. Everything I lost because I joined that show."

Nick puts his wine glass down and puts his hand over mine. "What do you mean?" he asks solemnly.

I sigh and say, "I lost a woman I really loved because I couldn't see it for my myself how shitty of a husband I was being. I haven't seen my son in almost a year. I really thought I could waltz onto that show and win the money to fix my marriage! I'm so stupid and I lost everything! It's been a while but I... still feel guilty about everything."

I grab Nick's hand and start playing with his fingers. "And I had people I was really close to on the show that I lost because I was so set on winning the dumb game! I had great friendships with Ellie, Connor, Grett. I couldn't even maintain 3 friendships without fucking anything up? And I can't believe that I let myself get tricked by Fiore! I could've won that money; I could've fixed my problems! But I didn't and I lost everything!"

"Hey! We all got tricked by Fiore! She was a little demon child, but we couldn't help it. We all underestimated what she could do, and it didn't turn out good for any of us. And I was great friends with Ashley, Lill, and Will in season 1, but I just recently made a Facebook groupchat with them and we're all talking again. Maybe if you talked it out with Ellie, Connor, and Grett, you could restore your friendships! I don't know if that'll work for you but it did for me."

He took my face in his hands and says, "And you definitely didn't lose everything. I'm here! I was the fresh start you needed, and we are currently going steady! I definitely needed you for my character arc and you needed me for yours. I'll be here to help you through everything. I'll be there when you need me most. Just call on me, and I'll be there for you in the blink of an eye."

A tear falls from my eye. "I... don't know what to say. Thank you so much."

Nick smiles and wipes the tear away with his thumb. "All I want is for you to be happy. Come on now, don't be sad. It's your birthday!"

I put my hand over his and close my eyes. "Yeah... yeah, I guess it is."

~

Dinner came and it was great. I wasn't expecting much because it was such a fancy restaurant, and usually fancy restaurants never have the best food in the world.

Me and Nick were back in the car, driving somewhere else now. He had his hand on my thigh as we listen to Billy Joel on the radio.

I laugh. "I don't understand how you can plan so much stuff to do for one day! You didn't have to spend so much money on me today. I mean, come on! It's just my birthday!"

Nick gasped. "Just your birthday? It might as well be Christmas! Your birthday is one of the most important days of the year!"

I just laugh as he pulls up to our local park and parks his car against the curb.

I look over at him and raise my eyebrow. "The park?"

He smiles and says, "Go on. Go find a nice spot. We're going to watch the sunset and I have presents."

I smile. "How did you know I like to watch the sunset?"

"I always see you staring out the living room window with a book open in your lap. The sunlight always makes your eyes look so beautiful."

I just blush and open the car door. "Whatever." I step up the curb and look around.

There was a nice spot next to the lake, a nice patch of sunlight in the grass. Perfect.

I look behind me at Nick, who is walking over to me with the reusable Stop&Shop bag. I really want to know what he put in there earlier. I guess I'll find out soon enough.

I wave him over, a big smile on my face. He laughs and starts running.

Once he gets over to me, he places the bag down on the grass. he reaches down and pulls a blanket out of the bag. The same blue fleece blanket we had laid over us after our first date.

He laid the blanket out on the ground. "Here. Sit. I don't want your hot ass to go green."

I laugh and sit down on the blanket. He sits down next to me and pulls the bag onto the blanket. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a small box wrapped in blue paper; a red envelope attached to it.

"Here," he says, handing them over to me. "Here's your present."

I take it from him and smile. "Aw, thank you. But you didn't have to. You've already done so much for me today!"

Nick rolls his eyes and says, "Just open the damn present."

I laugh and remove the card from the box. I put the box down on the blanket and go to open the envelope, but Nick grabs my arm.

"Wait! I want you to open the present first!"

I raise my eyebrow. "But why? It's good manners to open up the card before the present."

"I know but... I think you'll like what's in the card more than the present itself."

I just stare at him, confused. "Al... right then. If you really want me to."

I put the envelope down on the blanket and pick the box back up. I slowly unwrap the paper.

There was a small mahogany box. I open the lid and...

Oh. My. God.

Inside the box was the most beautiful watch I had ever seen. Emerald green and gold, beautiful sheen, smooth leather wristband. It was so... vintage!

I take it out of the box, staring at it in awe. I put it around my wrist and observe it.

"Oh, wow. Nick, this is so beautiful!"

"Even more beautiful than me?"

I scoff. "Oh, shut it." I look away. "And no, you're still more beautiful."

He laughs, then leans over and kisses me on the cheek. "Now open up the card."

I pick up the envelope and pry it open. Inside was a card with flowers and the words 'Happy Birthday!' on the cover. When I opened up the card there were two sheets of paper, but I shoved them aside to read the card.

There were no actual words on the inside, but Nick had written in his swoopy handwriting, "I love you so much. Happy Birthday Alec xoxo -Nick."

I blush. Then I close the card and look at the pieces of paper that were inside.

And when I tell you my initial shock when I read what was on it. The sheets of paper were two plane tickets to Istanbul, Türkiye!

I look at Nick, my jaw dropped. "You didn't!"

He smirks and says, "One for me, one for you."

I just laugh and throw my arms around his neck, tackling him onto the blanket. I start showering him with kisses, as he laughs and laughs.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh, you're the best boyfriend ever!" I exclaim, getting up off of Nick.

Nick sits up and just laughs. "I know you always wanted me to see Istanbul so... why not take you there myself?"

I lean in and kiss him. "Oh, I promise you are going to love it there!"

He smiles and blushes. "I bet I will."

We look into each other's eyes for a moment. Then Nick seems to remember something. "Oh, I have cake for us!"

He reaches into the bag and pulls out a cake in a plastic tin. It had white frosting and the words 'Happy Birthday Alec!' written on it in chocolate lettering.

Nick smiles weakly and says, "Sorry that I couldn't bake you a cake myself. You know I'm a shit baker."

I laugh. "Yeah. You're a great cook though."

He blushes. "I really do try to make good food."

"Try my asshole! Your food is fucking amazing!"

He turns even more red. "Aw, really? Wow." He places the cake down on the blanket next to me and covers his face with his hands.

I just laugh.

After a while, he takes his hands off his face and picks some forks, a cake trowel, and paper plates out of the bag. He removes the lid off the cake and cuts two slices of cake with the cake trowel, then puts each slice on a plate.

He puts a fork on one of the plates and hands it to me. "For you, my king."

I blush and take the plate. "Oh, stop it."

We sat there together side by side, eating our cake with one hand, our other hands lying next to each other on the blanket, our pinkies crossed over.

Once we finish our cake, the sun had started to set.

I look up at the sky. It's colored in many shades of yellow, orange, purple, and pink. It was absolutely mesmerizing. I put my hands in the pockets of my overcoat and smile up at the sky.

Suddenly, I hear a click from next to me. I look over and see Nick holding up his camera.

"You sneaky bitch!" I exclaim, laughing.

He pulls the camera away from his face and laughs, saying nothing. And oh my God, the light from the setting sun was reflecting in his eyes, mixing in with the blue and making them shine. And his skin seemed to be glowing.

I blush and say, "You're so pretty."

He blushes. "You're so gay."

I gasp. "Oh no! I've been outed!"

We laugh.

I lean onto his shoulder and let out a breath. "I really wish I had my book with me."

"Who says you didn't?"

I look up at Nick. "What?"

He turns around and reaches into his bag, pulling out Fellow Travelers and handing it to me.

So that's the black and grey thing he slipped into the bag earlier. My book! I take it and smile. "You're so stupid. I love you so much!"

"I knew you'd want your book with this sunset so... I brought it, just in case."

I turn to the page I left off on and say, "How do you know me so well?"

He puts his hand on my waist and says, "Well, we've been dating for like what? A year now? I should know you pretty well."

I just shake my head at him.

He kisses me on the top of my head and says, "Happy birthday, Alec."

~

What a day this has been. Laying with Nick in his bed, I think about everything he did for me today.

"Alec?" came Nick's voice out of the silence.

"Hm?"

"That thing you called me earlier. What does that mean?"

I raise my eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"That name you called me at breakfast."

"Efem?"

"Yes. Efem. What does it mean?"

I chuckle. "It means 'my daredevil boy' in Turkish."

He smiles and runs his fingers through my hair. "Well, that checks out."

"Mhm."

We plunge into silence again.

"Alec?" Nick asks again.

I laugh. "Oh my God, what now?"

"Sorry. One more thing. Remember how you promised to read your book to me earlier?"

I smirk. "What? Do you want me to read it to you now?"

"Yes please. I really want to know what happens."

I just laugh. "Hold on."

I get out of his bed and go to my own room, scourge through my bookshelves, grab Fellow Travelers, and go back to Nick's room.

I climb back into his bed next to him and open the book to the first page. "You ready?"

He snuggles his head into my chest and says, "Mhm."

I take a deep breath and start. "Very snazzy, Mr. Fuller."

And as I read to him, listening to his quiet breathing, I really truly know that this right here, the little moments like this with Nick, is what true love looks like.

OMG THIS HAS TO BE MY FAVORITE FANFICTION IVE WRITTEN SO FAR CNIDWBXHKDSNCH!!! THEYRE SO GAY OMG

anyways I’m sorry again for how long this one is lol I got a little silly again

I really hoped you enjoyed this one guys especially you anonymous person who asked for this

Anyways have a great day yall and there’s more fanfictions to come!!! Ily all bye!!! <<<333

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[sarcastic-positivity]

(i havent seen anough of these with gerry's pov so here u go)

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“Gerry?” Tim was sitting opposite Gerry on their couch, scrolling through something on his laptop as Gerry drew on his tablet.

He looked up from his drawing. “Yeah?”

“What is your opinion,” Tim turned the laptop to face him, revealing an image of a snake eyes tongue piercing diagram from Google Images. “On this?”

Gerry looked up from the laptop to him. “Uhm, it’s a piercing?”

Tim rolled his eyes, adorably. “No, dumbass. What do you think about me getting a tongue piercing like that?”

Gerry stared at hi, dumbfounded. "O-oh. Uhm." He didn't quite know how to answer, as his only thoughts his brain was giving him were 'pretty' and 'hot' which were, to say the least, unhelpful suggestions. He settled for "Nice."

After a moment, Gerry decided to interrupt the tense silence. "This- this came a bit out of nowhere, didn't it?" He tried to give Tim his classic half-flirtatious smirk, only mostly managing to do so.

Tim looked over at him. "Well, i told you about it already." When Gerry's only response was a confused look and a tilted head, he continued. "Yesterday. Remember? I was looking at your piercings and said i wanted one."

"Oh." Gerry found remembering that specific conversation to be very consequential to the bloodflow in his face. (How close Tim was to him, the warth of his breath near his face-) "I didn't think you were serious."

"Well, I was."

Tim turned back to his laptop, and Gerry turned back to his tablet. They both sat in silence, the strange tension in the air nearly suffocating the both of them.

Suddenly, Tim closed his laptop and leaned over to look at Gerry's tablet. "Whatcha drawin?"

Gerry quickly turned the screen off. "Nothing." He was sure his face was ridiculously red.

"Ahwww, c'mon, Ger! Show your work to the class!" He was such an ass (and he loved him for it).

Gerry smiled wealy, blushing face growing redder by the moment. "Er- uhm, f-fine."

He opened his tablet to show the drawing of Tim he'd been working on for nearly a month. It was, in his opinion, one of the best drawings he'd ever done (and that may or may not be because he's in love with the subect).

"Woah.." he heard Tim whisper softly. "That's-" He cleared his throat and leaned back onto the couch, speaking more clearly. "That's great, Gerry! I can't believe how talented you are."

Gerry looked at him, stunned.

"...What?" Tim replied to Gerry's silence.

Gerry cracked a smile. "Nothing, really. I- I'd just expected you to make a stupid joke."

Tim grinned back, wide and stupid (his common scheming smile). "There's still time for that."

...

"Oh, hey Gerry! Back for another?" The woman at the front desk of the tattoo parlor recognized Gerry instantly, him being one of their regulars (as much as a tattoo shop can *have* regulars).

"Nah, Carol, not today. I'm actually here for Tim!" He gestured to the man next to him, who seemed fascinated with the strange decor more than anything else.

"Oh!" Carol looked pleasently surprised at the news. "Well, Tim, what are you planning on doing today?"

Tim looked at the woman for a moment before saying, "A- a snake bite piercing, i think it was called." He looked over at Gerry for confirmation, who nodded in response.

"Perfect! Right this way!" She ushered Tim to the back, who gave Gerry one slightly nervous thumbs-up before following her.

...

Tim walked over to Gerry after a bit, fidgeting with his tounge, feeling the sides of his mouth experimentally.

"Let me see," Gerry said to him when he got close enough.

Tim showed him his tounge, a bit red and swollen, with two fresh new silver piercings. Gerry lifted Tim's chin a bit to see it better, which made Tim's face glow like his blood was radioactive. Gerry grinned slyly at that.

For some reason, deciding in that moment to make whatever was going on with Tim worse, Gerry said, "Damn, now you have to wait a whole month before you can kiss me."

Tim looked about as red as was humanly possible. He cleared his throat into his fist, promptly deciding the floor looked extremely interesting and refusing to keep his eyes off it.

Gerry, on the other hand, grinned at this masterpiece of a man blushing at his stupid flirt. Suddenly feeling a burst of confidence he'd basically never before felt, he kissed Tim (lightly, of course, as to not disturb the piercing).

Tim melted internally. Externally, however, he kissed back.

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(might do another, might not, depends on if i feel like it or not)

!!!!!!!!!!!!omg asdfgjll

[tragic-shadows]

could you do with gibbs, number 11: "If we get out of this alive, can I go home?" and number 69 (lol): “You alright?” “Alright I think I almost died!” where gibbs takes reader for some of his back road driving??

 Title: Sirens in the Beat of Your Heart

Word Count: 785

Warnings: None

Pairing: GibbsxReader

"So we got the afternoon off, whatcha wanna do?" Gibbs addressed the team.

"Well I know what you want to do." You smiled and rolled your eyes.

"What's that?"

"Work in your basement on the boat with nothing to accompany you but whiskey?"

"Bourbon," Gibbs corrects.

"Well I have a date," Tony grabbed his bag, sprinting out the door before he could be called back in.

"And I am going to get a manicure," Ziva explained.

"Abby and I are going to see a movie," Tim grabbed his things, going down to find the scientist. 

"You?" Gibbs turns to you.

"Catching a cab and going home."

"Cab?"

"Yeah my cars in the shop with a flat. Should be ready by tomorrow but for now that's my only option."

"Lemme drive you home," Gibbs offered.

"Oh no it's ok. My apartment's on the complete opposite side of town that your house is, I don't want you to go out of your way."

"Y/N, it's ok."

"Ok then, if you insist. If you want to you could stay for drinks after? Since we're not working."

"Sure. Let's go."

You and your boss had something that certain people would call unresolved sexual tension. Neither of you spoke about it but you knew it was there; maybe that's the reason why when you rode in the car together and he put his hand on your knee you didn't pull away. But it's also why neither of you had asked the other out yet.

"Alright if we take a little detour?" Gibbs asked.

"I suppose. I don't have to be anywhere so yeah."

"Kay."

Gibbs took a sharp turn onto a back road.

"Uh, what are you doing?" You held onto the handle above the door and gripped the seat with the other as to not be thrown around.

"We're goin' for a little ride."

"Why?"

"'Cause why not?"

"Can you just take the normal way?" You really weren't in the mood for one of your boss's back road joyrides. "I have laundry I need to do. Kinda just want to get home."

"Spend too much time alone, ya' know that?"

"Really?" You scoff. "Coming from the man who's had three ex wives and the only thing he does for fun is get drunk by himself." 

"Could get drunk with me," Gibbs smirked. He pulled his hand off your knee and pressed on the accelerator. "Hold on." The car bounced unnervingly over the gravel but something told you that Gibbs had total control. The car hopped over a large rock and you grunted. 

"If we get out of this alive, can I go home?"

"We'll see."

He made another sharp turn and in front of you seemed to be something of an airport. "What is this?" You ask

"Abandoned air strip." Gibbs explained, speeding up even more. "Think you'd like this a little more than the backroads."

"Thanks?" 

Gibbs took turns and straights like he was running on a formula 1 track. After taking a glance over you saw you were going over 100. Realizing it was all of, you let loose, smiling and laughing when you spun out of a turn or when Gibbs turned on Party In The U.S.A.

"Miley Cyrus!!?" You exclaim. "Who woulda thought!" You snorted like you were a little kid. Gibbs pulled the car around a tight hairpin, laughing along with you. The car skirted over some debris and as Gibbs turned a sharp corner, the wheels on your side of the car popped off the ground. "Holy crap holy crap holy crap," you rambled. "Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs!!" With one last hoorah he drifted perfectly into a parking space. 

“You alright?” 

“Alright?? I think I almost died!” You let out a breath, leaning back in your seat. 

"Died?" Gibbs scoffed. "C'mon Y/N don't you have any sense of adventure?

"Uhhhh-" you shook your head.

"Alright alright, I'll take ya' home now."

"No wait," you interject. "Let me drive."

"Kay." He shut off the car and switched seats with you. "Know how to get outta here?"

"Out?" You grin, turning the car back on and looking over at your boss. "Who said we're getting out of this?" 

"You doin what I think you doin?"

"Depends on what you think I'm doing." You press your foot to the gas. 

"Hey Y/N? Don't crash my car." Gibbs once again slides his hand over onto your knee.

"I'm going to if you keep distracting me like that." You jerk the wheel to the right and a flurry of happiness erupts in your chest as Gibbs squeezes his hand tighter to keep hold of you. He reaches over and turns the radio up higher. 

"Wouldn't dream of distracting you."

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[silverskull]

One of These Days

Chenford Week 2023 Day 3: Something's Missing Day Kind of a missing scene after the episode about the missing kid.

Post-yesterday's MCD trauma, this about as sickly fluffy as I get.

After spending the day with (and without) Jordy Yates, Tim and Lucy broach the topic of children.

Full fic below the cut, or here on AO3.

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“He sent you an email?” Tim shrugged, flicking at the screen of his phone with his index finger.

“It’s just one line.”

“Well? Read it to me!”

Lucy was literally hanging off his arm, her two hands clamped over his wrist like an overeager sloth, hopping on the balls of her feet as she tried to see the screen past his hand.

“Dear Sergeant Bradford. Thanks for not arresting my dad. You’re not so bad. No cap. Jordy Yates.” Tim blinked, frowning at the phone. “Did we give him a cap?” “Don’t be an idiot,” Lucy said, swatting him on the shoulder “You know what that means - I’ve heard Tyler say it to you dozens of times.”

“Yeah, but maybe you didn’t know what it meant,” he replied, snapping off his phone and smirking at her. 

She dropped her jaw, mock horror written all over her face. “You were setting me up?”

“Revenge for revenge.” He leaned in close, his breath sending the loose hair at her ear into a ticklish ribbon across her cheek. “And I’ve got more planned for later.”

Her tummy spun, hitching the breath in her lungs, and she leaned into him for a second, tucking her shoulder under his and bumping her nose into his neck. 

Everyone knew that they were a couple now - had gotten over the initial instinct to hoot or nudge one another when they walked into a room together; but it still felt a little bit daring to be this close to him, to stand in his space or hold his gaze or touch his body. And she had to admit - she liked it.

“See you for dinner in thirty?”

“No cap.”

***

“Is it culturally appropriate for Streets of Vietnam to serve pad thai?” Tim asked, digging his fork into a wad of sesame-sprinkled beansprouts.

“It keeps you coming back to them,” she answered, tapping his knee with her own behind the metal leg of the table.

He didn’t reply, smiling at her as he slurped up the sprouts, hooking a relaxed finger under the curve of her knee and locking her leg against his own.

They’d come here a few times since their first - second - date, and while she liked to switch up her order, darting from noodles to rice to tofu and back again, he invariably went for the pad thai, waiting for their order at the side of the food truck while wrapping his arms around her waist and sliding his hands into her back pockets. 

One night he’d had a couple of beers, overtiredness and relaxation combining with the alcohol to turn him into a sentimental puddle, and she’d accidentally wheedled the truth out of him: “It’s what you tasted like. Our first real kiss.”

And her heart had done a little somersault, her eyes reflexively locking on his lips as he shuffled closer to her, worming one searching hand around her back and under her shirt.

Tonight, although sober, he was almost as mellow, gazing off at the horizon with a faint smile as he finished the last of his meal, his fingers tapping a light rhythm against the back of her calf.

“Whatcha thinking about there?” She tossed her fork into her dish, pushing it out of her way and leaning her elbow on the table, dropping her chin into the palm of her hand to look at him properly. She used to think he was eternally on guard for more car-jackers, staring out into the distance every night they ate here, but it turned out this particular park was one of the few places in LA with enough foliage to block the street lights and frame the night sky just so; the moon and a few brave stars glimmering brightly above the crest of the hills. She loved that that’s all that it took to make him happy: a view of the stars and the taste of her lips.

He smiled at her sideways, leaving down his own fork and linking his other hand around her knee. “Can I ask you a question?”

She blinked, slightly taken aback, but she nodded nonetheless. “Of course.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes falling to gaze at his thumbs, spinning slow circles on the top of her thigh.

“Did you ever go through with… getting your eggs frozen?”

Even in the dim light she could see the slight flush of pink along his cheekbones, and a surprised laugh burst from her lips before she had time to swallow it.

Of course this conversation would come up. They were a couple now. This is what couples talked about, eventually.

And she had talked to him about it before. More than anyone - anyone - else. He knew so much about her, knew her so well, that it upended what she’d expected of her ‘perfect relationship’ time and time again. She wouldn’t have it any other way - but they’d done almost everything about this backwards, and sometimes she forgot that they had to address old topics in a new light and with an entirely shifted perspective.

“Um, I actually didn’t.” She needed a second to get her thoughts in order, and he nodded brusquely, looking away from her and back out across the parking lot. She hurriedly dropped her hands to his, tucking her fingers around his thumbs and angling her head to make him look at her again. 

“But I had some tests done. Back then. At the clinic. And everything…” she trailed off, feeling unaccountably shy as he waited for her to finish, his eyes dark and sparkling under the string lights. “Everything is ship-shape. All good. For whenever I’m ready.”

Dummy.

Idiot.

‘Ship-shape’? Who was she, Popeye? She was talking about her ovaries, not a crateload of spinach!

Tim, however, didn’t seem to mind, a smile softening into the corners of his cheeks, his hands sliding up from below her knee to wrap around her fingers, tracing patterns on the back of her hands with his thumbs.

It gave her heart. Galvanised her bravery.

“And you? You told me once you always thought you’d have kids. Do you still feel that way?”

His smile broadened, flashing into the night like the crescent moon, and he looked away again. His thumbs beat faster against her knuckles, his leg beginning to hop beside her own, the way it always did when he was nervous or excited.

Unbidden, her heart picked up pace, rattling restlessly inside her chest.

“I do.” He looked back at her swiftly, his eyes locking with hers. “With you.”

They didn’t have to say the rest; whatever mad bravery had overtaken her earlier in the bullpen had made it clear: one of these days.

For now, this was all she wanted. His legs on the bars of her chair encircling her body. His hands - one holding both of hers, the other searching, searching, always searching, along her waist and her ribs and beneath her shirt for whatever skin it could find. And his lips, warm and soft and tasting of soy sauce and beansprouts.

And then, later… maybe… one of these days…

***

“Bring the bag Tamara!” Lucy’s voice sailed through the open door, past where Tim was running in circles like a headless chicken.

“Already on it!”

Unlocking his truck and locking it again; racing back to the front door before realising what he’d done and skidding to a halt in full-on roadrunner style in the middle of the driveway, then turning to jab the obstinate keyfob into mid-air with a grunt of frustration.

Lucy breezed past him, her silk kimono wafting in the light wind like graceful wings.

“Shit! Kojo’s escaped!” Tim’s momentary distraction at her appearance was broken and he darted towards the happy dog, spreading his arms to prevent any canine liberation attempts, before realising that Tamara was also following, Kojo’s leash securely wrapped around her fist.

“I got him, crazy man.”

“Tim, the bag!” Lucy sang the words over her shoulder, pulling firmly on the handle of the truck’s passenger door.

“Bag, yes, bag!”

Tamara extended her arm, Lucy’s stuffed black duffel hooked over her shoulder, and Tim shot her a grateful look as he grabbed the strap, quickly ruffling a hand over Kojo’s head before running around Lucy and tossing the bag into the bed of the truck.

“Not there, Tim, seriously! One red light and someone will reach in and swipe it!” Lucy scolded, her foot pausing on the step below the door as she frowned at him.

“Right! Yes, of course.” Tim spun around again, pulling the bag back out of the bed and throwing it hurriedly into the back seat instead.

“This is priceless.” Tamara had her phone out, recording every last moment for posterity, while Kojo sat politely at her feet, his tongue lolling out languidly as he watched the commotion.

“Tim? A little help?” The height of the step was proving too much for Lucy, even with the aid of the grab handle, and she was poised halfway, one foot up and one foot down, sizing up the distance between the ground and the floor of the truck with a dubious eye.

This time, Tim had nothing to add, slamming the back door closed and sliding smoothly into Lucy’s side, slipping his shoulder beneath hers and leveraging her into the vehicle with a steady hand around her back, a gentle support beneath her with his hip and his thigh. She hovered for a moment, her arm suddenly draped around his shoulder, and an easy smile spread across her face, its mirror appearing on Tim’s a split second later. She kissed him then, her nose pressed into his cheek and he wobbled, a small giggle escaping from one or other of them in the gap between their lips.

“You guys are sickening.” 

Tamara was well versed by now in how to break a magic moment and the kiss ended, Lucy throwing her a long-suffering roll of the eyes from the gap between the truck and the door, Tim immediately returning to panic mode and dumping Lucy hastily into the passenger’s seat.

“Okay, time to go, let’s move, let’s move!” Tamara gestured with her head, both hands currently occupied with her phone and Kojo’s leash, and Tim nodded in response, slamming Lucy’s door and rushing around the front of the truck to the driver’s side.

Just as he was about to round the hood, he stopped, turning on the spot and dashing back to Tamara. Without warning, he threw his arms around her, squeezing her into a tight embrace, his chin pressed firm against the crown of her head and his heart palpably hammering inside his chest. For a moment, she was surprised; warmth and peace and hope flowing through her - and then it was over, and he stepped back; once, twice, the smile on his face growing broader as he moved away.

And then Lucy rapped on the window, laughing and waving, and Tim ran for the truck, hopping into the driver’s seat and reversing out of the yard almost before she had finished buckling his belt for him.

Tamara tapped her phone screen, zooming in on the departing truck, before sighing and shifting the camera back to focus on Kojo. He gazed up at her in utter adoration, his tongue still hanging lazily from the side of his mouth and his tail battering happily at her ankle.

“Whaddaya think, boy? One semi-adopted daughter, one shared rescue dog, and now a brand new baby? Are we good?”

Kojo gave a pleased ‘ruff’, recognising his favourite word, and Tamara chuckled, tilting the camera to get one last glimpse of the truck as it disappeared over the horizon.

“Yeah. I agree. We’re all good.”

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