#you guys have no fucking idea how bad the situation is in schools right now

[ocpdzim]

what you’ve got to understand about working conditions in education (and also other care-oriented careers) is that if they’re shit, two things are true at once:

that does not ever excuse being cruel to a kid, no matter what

until those conditions are fixed, education will continue to suck absolute shit

this is because when working conditions for teachers are really bad, many of the good teachers who recognize when they are reaching a point where they can no longer be the sort of teacher the kids deserve due to burnout WILL quit. they will do the responsible thing and go away for their own sake and the sake of the kids. and you end up stuck w a combination of new teachers who are trying their best but won’t last long, burnt out teachers who are trying their best but have nothing left to give and therefore aren’t very effective at actually teaching, and cockroach shitheads who take out their misery on the kids.

we have all had terrible experiences with bad teachers, many of them flat out traumatic, but for fuck’s sake please try to look at the systemic underpinnings of the problem for one minute. spitefully declaring that teachers don’t deserve good working conditions or even the right to complain about bad working conditions because ms. whoever in 5th grade was a bitch is only going to create more of her. if you want good teachers then we need an education system they can survive in

#i get so irritated w the post where like. #95% of it is a good post and then at the end op is like WAAAHHH teachers are complaining about burnout on my post about a bad teacher #like yeah no shit. if the field of education wasnt so hostile to everyone who works in it maybe they could have found a better teacher to #replace that motherfucker with. and then she would not be there to bother the kids any more. #as someone who Has had traumatic experiences w bad teachers. #its scary enough walking into a field i know is pretty much built to chew new teachers up and spit us out #hoping to be able to survive it long enough to do some good and be the kind of teacher i needed as a kid #without people acting as though it is some sort of crime for teachers to want. like. basic human dignity at work and enough money to survive #even people who are nominally pro-workers rights #you guys have no fucking idea how bad the situation is in schools right now #the reason bad teachers didnt get fired perhaps USED to be tenure #but nowadays its the fact that its rare for a school to be fully staffed *at all* bc so many teachers quit or died #so they'll hire and keep absolutely fucking anyone simply because the alternative is No Teacher. and an empty classroom #full of kids who wont learn anything except that the system doesnt even care about them enough to put a teacher in the room. #i have gotten job offers ON SIGHT from principals who know nothing about me and im literally not even legally qualified to teach yet #like before even telling them my name lmao #and im sure everyone else in town who expresses any interest in teaching whatsoever gets the same.

[idyllcy]

and on and on, i'll be by your side

word count: 11.9k

warnings: non-explicit sex, unstable family relationship (reader)

summary: senior year romance means everything from fluff to angst to teenage hormones

"I like you. let's date."

Jason chokes on his water, coughing as you hand him a napkin to wipe off the water.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"Let's date?"

"before that."

"I like you." You blink at him, raising a brow. "What? Can't believe it?"

"No. I was not expecting to get confessed to on the first FUCKING DAY OF SENIOR YEAR." He hisses. "Why are you even asking me out? You had a crush on some other guy all the way until like before junior year ended."

"Yeah..." You tap your chin. "You see, I had a revelation over summer while we studied at the library together."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Well too bad!" You shrug, smile on your lips. "I thought, hey, I've kinda been on and off with my feelings with you for a while now, why not just get the closure I need?"

"So you asked me out without expecting me to accept your confession?" Jason hands you the second sandwich Alfred packed.

"Yeah!" You hum. "Thank you."

"And if I accept your confession?"

"Then we date." You shrug. "I have no L in this situation."

"What if I leave you hanging?"

"I have one L in this situation." You grimace. "You're not that mean, right?"

Three years. Jason Todd has been in love with you for three whole years — sitting through your hopeless rants about how attractive you found the most mediocre guys in the school, on the verge of going insane when he had practically turned into your ideal type only for you to pat him on the chest and tell him he'd definitely pull. Jason Todd had not expected you to casually drop the bomb that you had liked him on and off or the question of dating on the first day of senior year, the two of you sitting in your shared English teacher's classroom. He can feel his teacher's eyes on the back of his head as he stares at you incredulously.

"I'm not that mean," He shakes his head, heart racing in his head. "We..."

You look at him expectantly.

"Is it taking advantage of you if I agree to date you?" He winces.

"Nope! If anything, it could be me taking advantage of you." You beam. "Is that a yes?"

"Uh, yeah." Jason really hopes this doesn't come to bite him in the ass later. "Sure. Let's date."

You grin. "Should I call you babe?"

"Too fast." Jason deadpans. "If you don't finish that half of the sandwich I'm going to take it."

You gasp in fake offense. "I'm savoring it."

"Not with the lunch bell ringing in five minutes."

"I hate you." You grumble, going back to your sandwich. "What do people who date even do?"

"Well, they—"

"If you pull a single date idea from one of your classics I will throw this sandwich at your face."

"Alfred's hard work!" Jason raises a brow. "You dare disrespect that?"

"Either this or my backpack." You mumble, finishing the sandwich. "The backpack it is."

"I was going to say we could start with the park, but if you're going to smack me with your backpack, then I'd say we just break up." Jason jests.

"World's fastest breakup." You mumble. "We could break a world record with that."

"That's impossible. Someone out there has broken up faster than this. Also, I never said we'd break up." He mumbles. "I was threatening you."

You shrug, the bell going off.

"What's your next class?"

"I sent you my schedule like two weeks ago!" You gasp. "You didn't memorize it?"

"Alright," Jason sighs. "What's my next class?"

"Creative Writing. Bingo, loser."

"You can't do this to me." Jason grumbles.

"Oh, I can and I will." You grin.

"Have fun in your TA period." Jason walks in the other direction.

"You did memorize it?!" You yell at him in the hall as he walks off. "Liar!!!"

Jason ignores you, speeding up instead. The realization would settle in later, he thinks. The realization that after three years of pathetic pining on his end, you had asked him out on the first day of senior year with no will to continue living in Gotham. It was uncertain. Maybe you were just using him so you could say you had a boyfriend in high school. He would let himself get used, as long as it was you. In that case, he might as well put in the full effort to have you fall harder. Starting with... your ideal date, he supposes.

He sighs, looking through the list of books you had sent him earlier during summer that you completed, grimacing at how many questionable ones you had read. Though, that's not his problem. The two of you loved reading, even if they were totally different genres. Thankfully on his end, you had ranked them based on how much you liked them. He starts with the first book, a long night ahead of him.

"Red."

"Hm?" Jason holds down the thug with his foot. "What?"

"Are you listening to an audiobook on duty?"

"What of it?" Jason knocks the man out with the back of his gun.

"Why are you listening to smut while on duty?"

"Little wing, did you get a girlfriend?"

"What?"

"Why else would you be listening to romance while on the job? Obviously for research."

"He could also have a crush."

"I think it's his friend from school." Dick reasons. "He's had a crush on her since forever—"

"Oh my god, can you both shut up?"

"Get back to work." Bruce's voice rings on the line. "I don't care what he's listening to. As long as he's getting the job done."

Jason lingers in the city once patrol is over, scouting out an area to take you that wasn't the park. You hadn't looked that excited for the park when he joked about it. You did mention an arcade at some point early on in your friendship, and there was one in the area. Jason would have to take you by bike there. It'd be hard to park in the area. He pauses at the sight of the mall. You work there, huh?

"Where?"

"Mall. Are you deaf?"

"I have work this weekend." You blink at Jason. "Did you forget?"

"You dumbass. You work in the mall. I'll take you after work."

"I'm going to be all sweaty and gross!" You grimace.

"You sweat from a gift shop job?" He raises a brow.

"That was an excuse. I'm going to be dressed in a white tee and jeans. I'm barely going to look presentable." You frown.

"I'l give you my jacket. We can match."

"And have your chest out for the whole world to see? No." You deadpan. "Oh... maybe a compression shirt."

"What was it about not letting the world see my chest?"

"If you're going to wear something slutty I wanna match. You can wear your baseball jacket." You tap your chin. "Or we can both wear tees and jeans. I wanna wear a compression shirt too..."

Jason contemplates the idea of letting the world see your chest.

"No complaints?" You tilt your head.

"Wear what you want. I can fight." He smiles.

"Omg," You gasp. "Like a booktok boyfriend!"

"I'm defenestrating you."

"Jokes on you I'd be into it." You grin, eyes crinkling from how hard you were.

"Do you want me to bring you a change of clothes?"

"No. I'll just wear my tee and jeans." You hum. "And your jacket?"

"And my jacket." Jason takes it off, helping you into it. "There."

"You can wear a white tee and jeans." You smile. "And bring a sharpie. I want to draw on your shirt."

"Got it." He hums. "Anything else you want?"

"Can you bring me coffee?"

"Your usual?"

"Yes please."

"Alright."

The rest of your friend group tells you you seem to be happier these days. You joke that it's because you're ahead on your college apps. They don't pester you beyond that. You're glad they don't. You don't know what kind of madness your friend group would pull if they found out you were dating your best friend. They'd probably... you don't want to think about it.

"Hey," Jason hums, handing you your cup of coffee as you step out of the store, shift over.

"Hi," You hum, pressing the coffee to your lips. "Thank you."

Jason fishes out a Sharpie from his pocket next, handing it to you as you find a place to sit down, the smell of the pen filling the air as you scribble weird characters onto his back.

"What are you drawing?"

"The skrunkly." You mumble.

"The soots from Spirited Away?"

"Yes."

Jason waits for your to finish, handing you his phone to take a photo of your artwork. You click into his BeReal instead, taking a photo of his back and then of you, sharpie still in hand. You are picking violence today. Does this count as a hard launch? You don't know. All you know is that the baseball team is going to jump Jason for not telling them he has a girlfriend. You type out a caption, handing him his phone back as he stares at the drawings.

"You should apply as an art major."

"I don't have a portfolio." You deadpan. "Unless you count the shirt."

"Or the sketchbooks full of our classmates' faces."

"Or that." You close the sharpie, putting it in your pocket. "Where to?"

"I brought my car. You wanna go anywhere?"

"I wanna go... with you? To your home?" You pat his shoulder twice. "I'm kidding. Let's hit up the arcade."

"Sure." Jason hums. "Oh, did you get sharpie on my skin?"

"Want me to check?"

"Please."

You run your hand under his shirt, lifting it as you check for marks. You pause, admiring his back.

"You've got a lot of scars."

"You know what it's from."

"Your nighttime activities."

Jason can practically see you wriggling your brows at him.

"Yeah. Call it that."

"Can I be part of that?"

"Depends how you want to be part of it." Jason hums. "No marks?"

You let his shirt fall back down.

"None."

"Shall we go?"

"Let's." You hum, standing up with him, slipping your hand into his, the two of you head for the escalators.

Jason SUCKS at dance dance revolution.

You discover it after hitting the arcade, his weird skills in pulling out plushes from the crane machine and his eerily good aim at shooting games knocking the air out of you, but you find that no matter how fast he was on his feet as Red Hood, he sucks at dance games. Which brought you to this point.

Jason gawks at how high your score is.

You laugh, tickets spilling out from the machine, holding the bar as Jason stares at his score, offended a score that low could even exist.

"I kicked Dick's ass last time we played."

"Sure, totally believe you." You grin. "How many years ago was that? Four? Five?"

"I'm going to defenestrate you."

You snort. "I thought I told you I'm into that."

"From the top of Wayne Tower?"

"I'll call Dick for help." You hum. "He'll save me with that tight suit of his o—"

Jason slams a hand over your mouth, glaring at you.

"I'm kidding." You pull his hand away. "Why would I ask him for help when my boyfriend is right here? Oh, right. My boyfriend's the one defenestrating me. I should call Tim instead. He'd probably be in the building anyway."

"Sweetheart."

"Or maybe your dad. He'd probably be in the building too."

"Babe."

"Or I'll just fall to my death and force you to live with the guilt of—"

Jason grabs you by the face, glaring at you. "That's enough."

You jut out your lips, grinning. "Are we about to kiss?"

"Too fast." Jason sighs, letting go. "Are you happy with your plushies or do you want more?"

"How many more coins do you have?"

"Sixteen."

"Can I get three more?"

"Which ones do you want?"

You hold onto the bag of plushies as Jason wins you four more, the coins running out and a laugh spilling past his lips when you ask him for help. It was nice to not play at a rigged crane game, but Jason's ability to pull every single plush on the first try was baffling.

"Hey, how are we getting home? Didn't you take your bike?"

"I drove today." He deadpans. "Your memory game is still real strong, huh?"

You gasp, feigning shock. "I have GREAT memory."

"When's my birthday?"

You purse your lips. "Can you get my phone?"

"I'm hurt."

"August 16." You laugh. "I celebrate it with you every year. Did you actually think I didn't know?"

"You have terrible memory."

"I'm offended." You grumble. "We can split the children."

"Shared custody?"

"We're not... divorced?" You raise a brow at him. "Unless this is a breakup call—"

"Nope. Which ones do you want?"

"I want the franchised ones."

"So like, more than half of them."

"I'm kidding. I want the Nightwing one."

"Not the Red Hood one?"

"I didn't finish saying which other ones I wanted. I want all the Batman-themed ones." You mumble. "Especially the Red Hood one."

"Why the plush," Jason leans down, lips to your ear, blowing on it, "when I'm right here?"

"Are you saying you'll stay at my place forever?" You raise a brow at him, leaning back.

"I don't see why not."

"Absolutely not. My parents would have a heart attack if I brought a boy home." You grumble. "You've met them before."

"They've seen me. They've never met me." Jason shrugs. "Do they know you're on a date?"

"No." You hum. "I can tell them you dropped by and we were at the arcade."

"They're fine with us hanging out?"

"They just don't want me to date. Not when college app season is in swing, at least." You pause. "Where are you going?"

"Gotham, obviously."

"Ugh." You grumble. "Wish you'd leave the city with me."

"Can't."

"I know." You mumble. "You have to stay."

"And you have to go."

There's beauty in Gotham, you admit, but it's not the city you can see yourself living in the long term. Not even when your boyfriend would make sure you never die or get hurt. Not even if his entire family ran around keeping the city safe. You wouldn't be able to live in a city like this, even if you were used to the spontaneous kidnappings and death threats floating around the city. Even if you were used to the life in Gotham, you couldn't see yourself continuing down the road.

"What happens to us after high school?" You grimace.

"We'll figure it out." Jason hums. "Enjoy what we have for now."

The drive home is quiet, a silence that's comfortable for the two of you. It's a silence that rests in the air when the two of you are too tired to talk to each other, familiar to the two of you, a constant in your lives. You bring everything upstairs, falling asleep immediately, too tired to explain where the plushies came from and why you had been gone for so long.

Jason watches as you apply to the bigger schools, a thousand extracurriculars tucked behind your application, a hundred awards to cram into the five slots. You had more than he could imagine. He knew you had been an overachiever, but he hadn't known how hard you worked. It showed on your application, and it showed in December when you were accepted into your dream school with a full ride.

"You're leaving for good, then?" He rests his head on your shoulder, watching as you accept the offer.

"Yeah." You chew on the straw to your milk, puffing air into your cheeks.

"Will you miss me?"

"Babe, it's December." You remind.

"Yeah, but will you miss me?"

"I'll miss you more if you take me to Winter Formal."

"I already have a proposal in plan. Be patient." He grumbles, biting into his apple. "Are you going to ask me to Winter Formal?"

You smile. "Apple."

Jason sticks his tongue out, a piece of laminated paper on his tongue, glancing at the words.

"Yes. I'll go to Winter Formal with you. How'd you even get the paper in there?"

"Secret." You laugh. "I rolled it up and jammed it in there and then put edible paint on to cover the marks."

"Creative." He grins. "Love you."

The two of you stare at each other as you register Jason's words, and your lips part before closing again.

"You love me?" You crane your neck to look at him better.

"You don't?"

You laugh. "I love you too."

"Maybe I should apply there." He mumbles.

"You can't leave Gotham."

"It's not that I can't." He corrects. "it's just that I don't want to."

"Right, right." You nod. "But it's fine. Gotham needs you."

"Yeah." He mumbles. "That's not far, is it? I can still visit."

"Yeah." You hum. "No. It's four hours."

"Oops."

You laugh. "We'll figure something out."

Jason matches with you for Winter Formal, showing up with your favorite flowers, flowers matching the color of your dress and his corsage, your house empty for the night. Jason wonders some days why you never introduce him to your parents, but it's not his place to pry. He had terrible parents on his own. He doesn't even want to think about what could have happened had his birth mom gotten the chance to ruin his life like she wanted to. But it didn't matter, especially not when Winter Formal is crashed by a supervillain and he's forced to take action.

You laugh when he finishes, hand held out to help you from the ground. His siblings are scattered throughout, Dick and Bruce talking to Gordon, debriefing the whole situation. He lingers by you, checking your skin for any injuries of sort.

"Sorry Winter Formal got ruined." He mumbles through the helmet.

You pat his chest twice. "Can we get Batburgers?"

"With my helmet on?"

You roll your eyes. "Whatever you want."

"Yeah, we can," He hands you his car keys, swinging onto a nearby roof to change out of his clothes, mask off. You open the door for him as he slides in, the two of you one of the last to leave. "You aren't mad Winter Formal got ruined?"

"No. I like seeing you in action." You smile. "Besides, your brother—"

"We have got to do something about your addiction to Nightwing." He grumbles, driving off. "Drive through or walk in?"

"Drive through." You observe the helmet. "Does this have any defense mechanisms?"

"If you try to pry it off my head, it cuts your finger. The needle has poison on it too."

"Damn." You mumble. "Anything else?"

"It's got a bomb built in."

"WHAT." You blink at him. "You can self-destruct?!"

"Mhm." He hums. "Your regular order?"

"Can I get ice cream?"

"Yeah."

You pull the bobby pins from your hair as he orders, staring at yourself in the vanity mirror. There are a couple of bloodstains on your dress that definitely don't belong to you, and you spot the same stains on Jason's dress shirt, tie loosened and unbuttoned to relax a little. You wonder why they targeted your school's dance. They could have gotten more money if they held the nearby private school hostage. You shrug as Jason pulls up to the window to pay.

"Here." He hands you your order as he pulls into a nearby parking lot, his own order on his lap.

"Why'd you think they targeted our school?"

"Because of me," Jason bites into his burger. "Billionaire's son."

"The private school has more rich kids." You reach for a napkin.

"Yeah, but my father's a billionaire. Those kids are all millionaires. Their net worth isn't even worth mine."

"True, huh."

"Are you sure Winter Formal wasn't ruined?"

"No. I got to see your tits bounce while you fought."

"Deadass?"

"No. Your chestplate kept it in tact." You chuckle. "I'd like to see you shirtless sometime."

"Why not now?"

"I am not fucking you in an empty parking lot at 2am."

"Really?"

"I am not letting that be my first time."

"Alright, fair enough." He mumbles. "Where should our first time be?"

"Forgot you're a virgin despite the body." You lick your fingers clean of the sauce. "Don't ask me."

"You wanna fuck in Bruce's room?"

"NO."

"Not a hotel."

"Definitely not a hotel."

"In the Batcave?"

"Jason, I love you, but we are NOT fucking somewhere where your dad can catch us on the cameras."

"Your house."

"No."

"Then where?" He picks up his soda, blinking. "College dorm."

"I'll let you fuck me at the hotel I'll be at before moving in for college." You shove the spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

"Bet." He grins. "I'm holding you to that."

Jason's ability to drive in Gotham surprises you some days. The two of you have been to every corner of the city, even to the places the two of you are definitely not allowed to visit. The abandoned factories, the galas that you never receive invitations to, everything from head to toe had been visited before. But every place is an adventure, even when the two of you are laying in the grass of Gotham's empty parks, naming the shapes in the sky, bloody red mixed with a sickly green. You find that it reminds you of Jason's eyes, pretty grass-colored irises reminding you of flower fields.

"What shape is that?"

"I don't know," You mumble, staring at his face. "I'm not looking anymore."

"What are you looking at?" He raises a brow at you.

"Your eyes." You blink at him, a stupid smile on your face. Jason looks at you with the same smile on his face. The smile of two idiots in love.

"Yeah? What about them?"

"They're pretty." Your fingers press to his chest for support as you lean in closer, staring right into them. "They look like the fields in the Alps. Like a cottage in the fields I wished I lived in, like the comfort of the morning dew that helps ground me."

"You like my eyes that much?"

"I like everything about you." You mumble.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice is barely above a whisper.

"Always."

Jason kisses you with fervor — passion you forget he has sometimes. He kisses you like you're the last person in the world, making your lashes flutter and head spin from the taste of his lips, your nails digging into his biceps, moan slipping past your lips as his fingers dig into your waist to pull you to sit up. You pull away with a hard inhale, Jason chasing after your lips immediately, hands flying to your face, tongue pressed to yours, barely breathing himself. You wonder if his lungpower came with the vigilante business. You certainly can't keep up, pushing him away at some point, panting.

"One more."

"No." You grumble. "Can't breathe. Head spin. I'm going to die."

"Most that'll happen is you'll pass out." He grins.

"No more." You point at him, eyes hard. "I'm not passing out at a park... or getting arrested for public indecency."

Jason laughs, pulling you close, resting his head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist snuggly. You frown, running your hands through his hair, closing your eyes to see if you can listen to his heartbeat with how close his chest was pressed to yours. You hum gently, letting the vibrations rumble between the two of you, the sun peeking past the clouds in Gotham for once. You wonder how many more times you would get to do this.

"Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to miss you." You mumble into his skin. "A lot."

"I'll drive up to you every weekend."

"That's four hours and a shit ton of tolled routes." You mumble.

"Daddy's got money to spare."

You laugh, leaning further into Jason's body, smile making way onto your face again. "Yeah? How about you fly over?"

"Wow, babe, I thought you cared about my carbon footprint."

"Then go by boat." You hum.

"Not a bad idea. You want a rich boyfriend who knows how to sail?"

"And get to brag to all those rich kids who can't date for shit about it? Yeah." You hum. "Plus, you'd look so hot sailing while shirtless in nothing but swim trunks."

"You think about me shirtless more than I can imagine." He rubs soothing circles on your waist. "What else do you think about?"

"Think about your tits."

"Pecs, baby."

"Think about biting them."

"In a—"

"In a completely normal way. Just. The urge to bite and squish?"

"In the neurodivergent way?"

"Yeah." You hum. "But I also think about you at night."

"Oh?"

"Worry about you. Who's going to patch you up when I'm gone?"

"Alfred."

"Yeah, but," You swallow. "I won't know if you're alive or awake the next day."

"I can text you."

"I should just take you with me." You sigh. "Pack you in my suitcase."

"You want me to go to college with you?"

"Yeah." You mumble blissfully. "In my perfect world."

Jason opens his mouth before you cut him off by pulling away from him.

"Jay," You mumble. "Do you think we're going to break up?"

"Do you?"

"I hope not." You mumble. "I wouldn't dare to."

"I don't think we're going to break up." He hums. "Not with the way I'm in love with you, at least."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He whispers back to you, pressing his forehead to yours, noses brushing. "Not at all."

"That's all I need to hear." You grin.

Jason takes you to prom, as all high schoolers do, arm around your waist as you press the lemon water to your lips. There's no punch out of a fear that people are going to drug it, even when everyone is searched. You wonder if you want to go to the afterparty as you dump the rest of the drink. It's nasty. You wish there was soda. At least you could work a mocktail with a Sprite and the fruit on the table. The prom location is awful too despite the pretty paintings. It smells like a high school boys' locker room.

"There's karaoke in the back," He mumbles into your skin, pressing a kiss to your neck. That too. Jason's been getting more and more frisky. He should really have some sense of shame. "Without too many people."

"There's karaoke?" You ignore the way he squeezes your waist.

"Far back. Behind all the paintings."

"Oh, fuck yes." You mumble, making a beeline for the back, bolting to the first seat by karaoke you find. Jason texts you the list of songs available and asks you if you want to sing a duet. He watches you laugh at his text and send him a song, reminding him to ask when the two of you were going. He stands behind you, hands running up and down your neck, fingers digging into your back.

"You giving me a massage?" You rest your hand on his as he pauses.

"How are your feet doing?"

"Much better now that I'm sitting down." You mumble.

"Need to swap shoes with me?"

"I'll be fine." You hum. "You ready to sing?"

"Two losers who never speak up in class singing? You bet." He laughs.

You toss your friend your phone to record the two of you.

Jason may suck at DDR, but he's a great singer. His voice rings through the room, and you're sure more than one of the students in the room has fallen for him just based on his voice, but you're having fun singing a duet with him. It's always nice to be reminded that Jason sounds like an angel despite the build. You'd have him sing with you when he drives you up for college, you think. Yet, you yell the lyrics to the Taylor Swift song with him anyway, screaming the high note and bursting into laughter afterward. Jason continues singing, holding his hand out for you to get up.

It's the highlight of your high school life, you think. The highlight isn't when you got into your dream college, the highlight is Jason Todd serenading you at prom to a Taylor Swift song. You continue singing along with him, ignoring the way your heels hurt like a bitch. Maybe you'd have him drive you to get another Batburger. Even better, you'd have him grapple you to get Batburgers. That would make the night better, you think. You'd love to fly with him.

Jason finishes, mocking a bow to the crowd, the students cheering at him.

He pulls on your hand to have you bow too. You oblige.

The two of you leave prom early. Jason pulls you away from the karaoke room immediately when you finish, the two of you bolting for his car. Your heels click against the cement of the parking lot, digging into your feet, and you spin, your phone in Jason's hand as he takes photos of you. You hope he's good. Maybe he's one of those boyfriends who manage to catch photos of you at your worse. Oh well. The idea of it makes you laugh, the high from too many students ringing in your head, the deindividuation getting to you. You smile at Jason loopily, and your camera clicks in his hand, the moment immortalized.

"For your information," Jason catches you by the waist, showing you the photo of yourself. "You look gorgeous."

"Should've had Tim take photos of us before we left." You mumble. "Can you carry me back to the car?"

"My pleasure." Jason sits you on the sidewalk, helping you out of your heels. He throws you over his shoulder, resting his hand on your ass as he takes your heels in the other hand. "This good?"

"I feel like a sack of potatoes." You laugh. "But this is fine."

"Wanna go anywhere after this?"

"Can we grapple to get Batburgers?"

"You want to grapple?" You can feel Jason raise his brow.

"Yeah." You mumble. "Can we?"

"You good with flying? Your dress is too slippery, babe." He pats your ass.

"Oh, come on."

"Silk is too slippery." He hums. "We can do it another day."

You grumble. "Can we still get Batburgers?"

"With ice cream?"

"Yes, please." You mumble as Jason opens the door to your side, settling you into the seat and putting your heels next to your feet.

"I have a change of shoes in the back of the car because Dick told me that heels make your feet hurt after a while." He kisses the corner of your eye. "I also have a change of clothes if you don't want to ruin your dress."

"Jay, I'm going to marry you," You moan in bliss. "I'll pop the ring."

Jason laughs. "I can pop the ring."

"Yeah?" You turn your head to look at him, loopy smile on your face.

"Absolutely." He laughs.

The two of you sit in the parking lot again, Jason's shirt pulled over your dress to avoid ruining the silk, biting into the burger.

"This is bliss."

"Babe." Jason hums. "Why'd you ask me out again? Not the reason you told me. I think you asked me out for another reason."

You blink at him, swallowing the bite in your mouth. "I asked you out because I actually had a pathetic crush on you."

"Deadass?"

"Yeah. I fell for you as soon as you showed up looking like my type last Halloween. I didn't know if you did it on purpose, but holy shit I had to use every last ounce of self control to stop myself from just pulling you by the collar and making out with you in the middle of the hallway. Jay, you're hot as fuck." You muffle a laugh. "Wanted you so bad that day."

"Not anymore?" He raises a brow at you.

"Still do." You bite back into the burger. Jason watches as you chew and swallow. "If anything, even more now."

"Why haven't you told me?"

"Every time you've made out with me," You sigh. "We've been in public."

"What's a little public indecency? That's definitely not the most illegal thing I've done." He taps your thigh, squeezing it.

"It would be the most illegal thing I'll do." You grumble. "Nothing illegal before college, please."

"Anything for you." He reaches for the ice cream. "Can I have a bite?"

"Finish the whole thing if you'd like." You finish the burger, reaching for a napkin. "Got a little greedy tonight."

Jason laughs.

"Right." You make sure your fingers are clean, pulling the shirt over your head. "Chose this dress because it's crazy easy to take off."

Jason raises a brow as you reach for the ribbon on your back, pulling as the whole dress comes loose on your body.

"Isn't public nudity also a crime?"

"Sure," You reach for the shirt again, pulling it over your head. "Hope you liked looking at my tits."

"Would rather be sucking on them."

"Wow, Freud would have a field day with you." You mumble. "Maybe when we're not both dying."

"Do you have a curfew?"

"Told my parents I'm going to the afterparty." You shrug. "Clearly not."

"What time are you supposed to be back?" He runs his hand up your thigh again.

"We are NOT fucking in a parking lot."

"Never said we had to." He grins. "B's got a billion safehouses around the city."

"You're going to fuck me in a safehouse?"

"And? There's no cameras there."

"You're doing all the work." You grumble.

"Wouldn't dream of having you do anything your first time."

Your back slams into the seat as he races off to a safehouse.

Jason makes quick with what you're wearing, tugging his shirt over your head, lips pressed to your skin, biting and sucking where you would let him, desperate to taste every single inch of you. You whimper multiple times, and at some point, you stop him, fingers pressed to his chest, lashes fluttering as you struggle to stay awake, apology spinning in the air as your back met the mattress again, mumbling about your exhaustion. Jason leaves you alone after it, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, pulling your makeup remover from your purse, wiping the makeup from your skin as you rest in his arms. It was domestic. He liked it.

The two of you fall asleep like that — half naked, too tired to shower off the nightmare called prom.

Jason doesn't like visiting your place while in gear. He's usually bloody with someone else's blood by the end of patrol, and he'd rather bleed out in the Batcave than your room, but he doesn't have much of a choice this time, gash too big. He calls for backup with a press of the button, letting himself rest on your balcony for a moment.

"Jesus fucking christ," You throw your window open, first aid kit in your hand. "Do I need to get used to this?"

"Nope."

"You're fucking lucky I chose sportsmed as my pathway in high school, you nerd." You grumble, sterilizing the needle and disinfecting his wound. "You need stitches."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and take it." You shove a cloth into his mouth. "That's clean. Bite if it hurts."

"I've taken worse befo— oW!" He bites into the cloth as you start stitching him up. Your fingers are fast, and in a couple of minutes, his wound is stitched up. You wrap the gauze and bandage around his waist, securing it. Jason notices you're frowning the whole time.

"Not the first time, huh?"

"I hope it's the last." You grumble. "Did you call for backup?"

"Night's coming."

You sigh, leaning back against the railing on your side. "What happened?"

"Some guy with a sharp ass knife."

You raise a brow at him.

"It was a henchman. Six to one."

"Fucking hell." You grimace. "You're not gonna die one of these days, right?"

"I've dodged death once. I can do it again."

"Don't say shit like that." You grumble.

"Little wing! Oh, hey," Nightwing smiles at you, and you nod.

"I stitched him up. Have Al check him at home too, please. He's got more experience than me."

"We will. Thanks for patching him up."

"I hope it's the last time." You grumble. "Are you going tomorrow?"

"Might stay home. Send me the notes?" You don't need to see Jason's face to see him wince.

"Sure."

You've visited the Wayne manor more than enough times to know how to get to Jason's room, showing Alfred the notes from school, a grin on your face. You apologize for intruding, only for Alfred to tell you you're welcome whenever. You wonder if his family knows the two of you are dating. You have a feeling Tim caught his BeReal from when the two of you first started going out. Oh, well. It wasn't as if you needed to hide it from his family. Your parents were the harder ones.

"Hey," You wave at Jason. "Brought your notes and homework."

"Thanks. Anything from Lit?"

"Nope. Still the end of year project. You gonna be there for AP testing?"

"Yeah." He mumbles. "You gonna sleep while testing again?"

"Yeah." You deadpan. "Hundred percent."

"C'mere," He grabs you by the waist, sitting you on his lap as he continues on his laptop.

"Whatcha up to?"

"Hacking the CIA's firewalls." He mumbles, fingers clicking on the keyboard.

"That's a Tim answer." You raise your brow. "Why are you doing it?"

"Wanted to see if I got rusty."

You watch as he does, blinking in surprise when he manages to get into the files, scrolling through the files.

"Are you deleting your file in the CIA database?"

"I do it to fuck with em." He smiles. "Wanna read my file?"

"Fuck, yeah." You mumble, scrolling through all the information they had on him. "They never got your blood sample?"

"Never. The goons who get my blood don't have the equipment for DNA matching, and they would definitely not work with the CIA."

"You're on a watchlist, then?"

"I run crime in Gotham."

"An antihero." You point at the line in the file. "You minimize crime by controlling it from within."

"It's good to have a leg in everything."

"That's a lot of legs." You count on your hand. "Way more than two."

"You know what I mean."

You grin. "Yeah. I do."

"Wanna go anywhere before grad?"

"Wanna drive to New York?"

"And blow daddy's money?"

"Your daddy's money," You tap his chest playfully.

"He won't even notice." He smiles. "Motor or car?"

"Car."

"Bet."

AP testing could be a lot better. You sleep through half of it, finishing your multiple choice and essay questions too fast, exhaustion all over your face when you finish, calling your friend your savior as she hands you your coffee order. You could leave early if you really wanted to, but you don't, for some weird reason, and you stick by the rest of your classes, physically exhausted from all of the APs. Your coffee does little to minimize the psychic damage you received while taking the exam.

Even when Jason takes you to get dinner together, you're half picking through your food, half actually eating.

"Tired?"

"I can't wait to graduate." You mumble. "At least we don't need to be here during finals week."

"You gonna travel?"

"Wanna fly to Bruce's place in Hawaii?"

"Too cliche," Jason mumbles. "How about his mansion in the Alps?"

You gasp. "Deadass?"

"I can ask. I doubt he'd say no." Jason reaches for a fry on your plate, his empty.

"Want the rest of them?"

"Not hungry?"

"Not really." You reach for the second half of the sandwich. "Burnt out, more."

"Wanna take two weeks of independent study to run for the Alps?" Jason blurts.

You blink at him incredulously. "My parents would kill me."

"Not if I have Bruce lie and say it's for a camp."

You tilt your head at him. "My dad hates your dad."

"He does?"

"Daddy issues. Inferiority complex." You chew on the sandwich. "Doesn't matter. Send me a ticket. I'll lie and say it was for a class project to try and figure out the probability of lotteries and by some weird stroke of luck I got it."

"Gotcha."

The lie works, and the two of you take two weeks of independent study for the Alps, something only three people know the real reason for. It's really only Jason's family. The two of you both have stellar grades — it doesn't matter if you take a break. You wander into the Wayne mansion, surprised at everything you see. It's kept in crazy good condition despite the lack of servants.

"You guys got a maid here or something?" You mumble at the lack of dust.

"Bruce had it cleaned a couple days ago because I said we'd be coming."

"Can we wear cute clothes and head to the farmer's market?"

"Of course."

You pause. "Are we still going to New York?"

"Do you not want to anymore?"

"No." You hum. "I'm down. I just figured since we're in the Alps..."

"We're still going unless you cancel."

"Not canceling." You cross your arms. "Definitely not cancelling."

You find out just how much money Jason gets in a month's allowance on the trip. You're not allowed to pay for anything, jaw dropping at the black card that you didn't know a teen could even own, and the sheer amount of cash that Jason had was just baffling. You felt bad at first, only for Jason to pull up his bank records and show you just how much money was in his account. You wish you were born as a billionaire's son. Maybe you should've stolen car tires to get adopted by Bruce Wayne — the thought makes you laugh.

"You feel better?"

"If dating you means self care trips, I'm going to get down on a knee and propose. If we break up, I'll haunt you to your death." You yawn, grabbing another handful of blueberries. "Kill myself, even."

"That's a little extreme. I have no plans to break up with you." Jason pushes his shades up, turning to look at you.

"How's Gotham? Aren't you supposed to be there to control crime n shit?"

"Burner phone." He waves the old device in his hand. "Henchmen."

"Loyal?"

"Enough." Jason hums. "Wanna go to the fields later?"

"Yeah. Let's bike." You grin.

The fields of grass remind you of Jason's eyes, a green that you only got to see during spring and the rare moments of peace in Gotham. Dare you say it, it reminds you of Ivy's plants sometimes. Or the look of that one time toxins spilled into the river. The green of his eyes is vibrant in all the best and worst ways, but it's still dazzling to you. Laying in the grass makes you remember your date in the park. This time, the fields are pretty much empty.

"Wanna pick up from the park?" Jason rests on his side, fingers tapping your chest.

"I thought I told you I'm not doing anything indecent in public."

"Making out is hardly indecent."

"Your teenage hormones and the way you've been staring at my tits in this dress? Indecent." You yawn, turning to face him. "Does Bruce have cameras in the mansion?"

"Not in the master bath."

"Deal."

"Don't fall asleep this time."

"Oi," You punch him lightly. "Rude. That was after prom. I was tired."

"Just saying."

You punch him again in retaliation.

Jason wastes no time in having you, fingers pressed to your skin again, harder this time, nipping and biting at your skin, ignoring the way you try to tell him not to leave visible marks. You could live with a couple hickeys for two weeks. He nips at your neck, sliding the sundress down your shoulders, tugging at the string hiding your tits from him, lips pressing to you again as your fingers thread through his hair.

Jason didn't think it would be possible to love someone to this extent. He watches as you breathe in his arms, head pressed to his chest, bare skin pressed onto his, chests meeting. His fingers brush your cheek, heart warm and alive, lashes fluttering as he continues staring, hickeys formed on your skin, something you'd probably smack him for later. But he's sure you enjoyed it. He made sure that you did. He holds his breath as you shift in his arms.

"G'mornin." You mumble.

"Mornin'." He smiles.

"'m sore." You grumble. "Bitch." You punch him weakly.

"Was it good, though?" Jason laughs at your frown.

"Yeah." You sigh. "I'll go make breakfast."

"I'll do it."

"You're going to burn the kitchen down. No." You grumble. "Carry me around... I'll cook?"

Jason lifts you in a chair as you tell him to move you around, laughing when he starts ignoring you on purpose, smile on his face when you call for him. He complies after the third time, helping you plate the food and adjusting your seat height so you were comfortable.

"You should cook for me forever."

"I think you should move into my college dorm with me." You deadpan. "Just join me there. Bruce can donate a building or something."

"That's illegal."

"And you're a white man. Pick a privilege."

"Should I go blonde for the full white man privilege?" Jason taps his chin. "Would I look good blonde?"

"You'd give your family a heart attack, that's for sure." You mumble. "We should photoshop you to make you blonde."

"Are you into blondes?"

"I'm into you." You smile, the two of you going quiet before a laugh breaks past your lips. "I've been waiting to use that."

"I can tell." Jason hums, lips pulled into a smile.

"If you go blonde..." You pause. "No. Don't go blonde. Blonde gym rats scare me."

"Excuse you, I am not a gym rat."

"You'll stick out like a sore thumb during patrol." You grimace. "It's all black and then your hair is glowing in the dark like you're a flashlight."

"That's just insulting." Jason covers his mouth. "I wear a helmet, babe."

"It's the truth."

"Bruce would have a heart attack." Jason hums. "Sounds tempting."

"We can bleach your hair while here." You offer. "Your whole head."

"And ruin my perfect hair? No thanks."

"Says the loser with white hair."

"Now that's insulting." He taps your nose, frowning. "You and I both know why I have white hair."

"Cuz you almost died?"

"Yeah."

The two of you settle with Photoshop instead, cutting and pasting some random guy's blonde hair on top of Jason's, making him bald in the process. You take a photo to send to Dick and Tim, putting blue eyes on top of Jason's too, turning him into the textbook white man. You fall over in with the chair from how hard you laugh, Jason left to deal with the result of you sending the family his white man portrait. Dick sends a portrait to get edited too, and you go through the whole family, giving them blonde hair and blue eyes. You send the family photo into the groupchat, changing all of their contact photos to the edited version of them in the process. Jason finds it pointless, but from how hard you're laughing, he lets it pass.

"So? Do I look good blonde?"

"You look good no matter what you look like." You hum, leaning into his chest as you delete any evidence of the images on the desktop. "But really, you should join me for college."

"Too much work."

"You're a valedictorian."

"So are you."

You sigh. "I'm going to be all aloneeeeee."

"I'll call you every day."

"You can't promise that."

"We can call while I'm on patrol."

"Babe, I'll be asleep by then."

"With your sleep schedule?"

You go quiet.

"That's what I thought."

"We should send each other photos every day."

"One of those cheesy phone apps?"

"Yeah." You grin. "Or make video diaries."

"I'm not making a video diary."

"I'll make you video diaries to show you what I do in a day." You grin.

"Will I get to see your tits?"

"When I change, sure."

The two of you fly back at the end of the week, the hickeys from Jason all faded and the scratches from you all healed. It was like it never happened — save for the teeth mark you left on Jason's chest before leaving. You just wanted a bite, nothing more.

Both you and Jason turn in all your work when you return, grades still intact, end of the school year at your fingertips, buying tickets for grad. Jason has to buy more tickets from the students because of how big his family is. You joke that Bruce is going to end up with 14 grandchildren. The way Jason grimaces makes you think that it isn't exactly impossible. You don't want to find out.

You help Jason pin his grad cap into his hair so he doesn't look bald.

"Where was this idea when I graduated?" Dick clicks his tongue as you pin Jason's hair down.

"Probably with the girls," You have Jason shake his head to check if the cap was secure. It is. "I saw your grad photos. It's the classic image everyone gets."

"You gonna pin my cap in for my grad too?" Tim hums.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No?" He raises a brow.

"Huh. Thought you did." You shrug. "I'll do it if you don't have any friends who figure it out."

The two of you head out, waving bye to the Wayns as Jason sits in his car.

"We're meeting in the gym, right?"

"Yeah. No bags." Jason hums.

"I'll just clip all of these," You clip them onto your gown.

Graduation is a blur as you take photos with your friends and with Jason, fireworks going off in the back, lips pressed to his in the darkness, pulling away when the two of you break into your own respective friend groups, photos taken with each other. You wonder if you should just introduce Jason to your parents officially at grad. You find that you don't have much of a choice when you spot Dick with your parents. You have no idea how he did it.

"Little wing!"

Jason groans at the nickname. "Hey, Dick."

"You're done!" Dick puts Jason into a headlock, and you take the flowers from your parents.

"Congrats." They smile at you.

You smile back. "Thank you. Ah, uh, this is Jason."

"We've met." Your mom smiles at Jason and he stands up, sighing.

"Dick, don't be rude."

"No, like," You pause, grimacing. Jason takes your hand, rubbing soothing circles, speaking up instead.

"We're dating."

"Oh." Your mom blinks, eyes wide.

"How long?" Your dad cuts in.

Jason looks at you as you swallow, squeezing his hand. "Since the first day of senior year."

Your dad is about to speak up when Dick spots Bruce and the rest of his siblings, waving for them at the spot. Your mom squeezes your arm, almost as if to tell you that you would talk later about it. Jason pulls you off to meet the rest of his family, Cass placing a lei around your neck, congratulating you for graduating. You smile at her thanking Bruce as he hands you a card. You don't want to think about what's inside of it. You slip that into the gift bag Tim hands you, thanking his family for the gifts, only to get pulled to the side by your other friends' families, more photos taken and leis thrown around your neck. You catch Jason end up pulled to the side by his friends, and you somehow end up in the mix.

By the end of the night, you're thoroughly spent, slouching in the back of your parents' car, exhaustion all over your face.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Your mother's voice is quiet.

"Didn't think you'd approve."

"Then why date him?" Your dad speaks up this time, voice hard. "If you knew we didn't want you dating that Wayne kid, why did you—"

"Cuz I like him." You sigh. "Love him a lot. Love him like the two of you love each other."

"You can't guarantee that. You're only in high school." Your mother reasons. "I'm sure there are—"

"Don't want another." You mumble, curling into the gift bag Tim handed you. "I know he's the one."

The car stops at the red light, and you glance to look at your dad's expression.

"Since when?"

"I told you, start of the school year—"

"No. When did you decide it was alright to keep secrets?" He raises his voice, and you wince.

"Honey, she's young, she'll—"

You blink, exhaustion in your body making it impossible for you to argue back with him, the arguing would have been futile anyway. You wonder if Jason is enjoying his graduation party. Maybe he's getting the night off from patrol since it was graduation. Maybe you'll text him later when you get home. You probably won't. You're too tired for it. Your dad's yelling is tuned out automatically, your body on autopilot when you bring everything to your room and drop it to the ground. You really hope Tim didn't bring you something that would break easily. You'll look tomorrow.

The knock at your window after you shower makes you pause.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wanna go grapple?" Jason smiles.

"My hair is wet. I don't wanna catch a cold."

"Put it in the helmet. It's waterproof." He pops it off his head, locking it around your neck. You glance at his domino mask.

"Do I need shoes?"

"I'll carry you the whole time." He hums. "Lock your door."

"Already did." You adjust the helmet on your head, wrapping your arms around his neck as he warps an arm around your waist. You hear the sound of the hook launch, and you stare through his helmet as he swings you into the air, the city of Gotham beneath you, warm wind of summer blowing against you, the cityscape rendering you breathless. The sound of screams and cars cancel each other out as Jason lands on a roof, adjusting his hold on you so you'd be more comfortable.

"So?" He raises a brow at you.

"It's gorgeous." You grin, turning to look at him. "Do you see this every night?"

"Only when I grapple. Usually I don't get to see because I'm grappling to catch a criminal."

"I love it." You hum.

"Want a batburger?"

"Fuck yeah."

The two of you swing down to the place as Jason puts you down in a booth to order. You fold your legs up, grinning at Jason as he hands you an ice cream.

"How'd you know I didn't want a burger?" You raise a brow.

"Too late for burgers." He hums. "You said you only liked ice cream after two."

"Thank you." You beam, watching Jason stare at you. "Something happen?"

"Your dad looked like he was going to hit you." Jason mumbles. "Did he hit you later?"

"No. He just got mad I kept it from him..." You pause. "And that I'm dating you. They think you're going to break up with me."

"Hope they have fun at the wedding, then." Jason hums. "You're alright?"

"I tuned them out on the car ride home." You smile.

"Alright. Dick was worried too. He said your dad looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel when I pulled you to my family." Jason hums. "Should I have dinner with them sometime?"

"No. They aren't going with me to move for college, so it doesn't matter." You mumble.

"You need help packing? I can send Cass."

"It's fine." You tap his hand. "I promise."

"Are you cutting ties with them?"

Your breath catches in your throat. "I... don't know."

"If you do, Bruce says he'd be more than willing to fund your education." Jason whispers.

"Woah, I'm already part of your family?" You gasp.

"Yeah." He nods. "So if you cut ties with your family, you have mine."

"I'll be fine." You mumble, staring at his hand. "I promise."

Your parents don't catch you. As mad as they could get, they didn't really care about what you did in your free time. Not even when you snuck out. You don't know why they're so mad about the whole dating situation, but given Bruce and Dick's public images, you aren't surprised they'd think Jason would do the same — even given the fact that you had been friends with him since you started high school.

When you get ready for work the next day, you barely notice the way your parents are sitting on the couch like you owe them a conversation.

"Young lady, where are you going?"

"Work." You turn to look at them.

"Or on a date?"

"This is what I wear to work." You repeat yourself.

Your dad raises a brow at you but doesn't speak further when you leave.

You're really contemplating running away from home. You don't have an actual reason to, so you stay home for the most part, ignoring the knocks on your door and hopping out your window when you wanted to go somewhere. Jason resorts to calling you when he isn't jumping in your window to talk with you for a bit. You can do with the distance, but it isn't ideal. The exhaustion from your lack of mobility is catching up to you.

"What do you think could change their minds?"

You frown, finishing first in Mario Kart. "Nothing."

"Not even a dinner?"

You frown. "They don't like the rich."

"They know I'm adopted, right?"

"They won't like that you're an orphan either."

"They're picky."

"Really picky." You grumble. "Last time I brought a boy home, they scared him off."

"They won't be able to scare me off, you know?"

"Yeah." You pause. "Maybe you should eat with them sometime."

"Dinner?"

You frown. "They're hosting a barbecue next week. I'll invite you."

"You're going to force me into the guest list?"

"It's better with more people." You mumble. "The fact that you were wearing a valedictorian gown might also help."

"When is it?"

"Next Saturday at 5pm." You mumble. "You know how to barbecue?"

"Would it surprise you if I say yes?"

"Yeah." You hum. "You know any of my friends' families?"

"Two. Good terms too."

"Alright. Don't be late."

"Should I bring meat?"

You seriously contemplate asking him if he wants to bring Wagyu, but you decide against it. "Bring beer."

"Ey, we can't drink yet."

"I'll rush to help you. My dad's probably going to get me to buy beer anyway."

"The expensive kind?"

"I'll send you a couple of brands." You pause. "Invite Dick too."

"To charm your mom?"

"Yeah." You grin. "To charm my mom and her friends."

You know your parents better than Jason realizes. When you help him bring the beer into your house, your father's expression softens, asking Jason if he wanted a bottle. Jason turns it down, mentioning that he still has to drive home later, also that he wasn't technically at the legal drinking age — not that it stopped people. You let out a breath you were holding when your dad pats him on the back and walked off to talk to the other people.

"So?"

"Went well." You mumble. "How good are you at barbecuing?"

"I'm on barbecue duty when we do it at our place."

"You're practically a barbecue dad." You gasp. "Woah."

"Yeah?"

"You have the build too. You're only missing a hawaiian shirt now." You pat his back. "You can go figure out how to help at the grill, I have to go check on my mom."

"Hope Dick hasn't stolen her from your dad."

"I sure hope not." You wince.

It ends well, the barbecue. You don't get yelled at for inviting Jason, and your mother tells you all about how Dick was such a charmer, a real ladies' guy. Your dad doesn't mention it, but from the way he kept eating, you can guess he liked Jason's grill skills. You should text him about it. Maybe you'd go for their summer barbecues sometime. You don't know.

Your dad pulls you to the side the next day.

"I'm sorry for lashing out." He pauses. "I was. It's stressful, knowing you're dating the second son of a family of players."

"I get it." You swallow. Not really. Your goal is just to make sure he likes Jason now.

"He's... he's good for you." Your dad smiles at you weakly.

You wonder if he's only saying this because Jason wouldn't leave your side earlier. Or maybe it was because your mother had told him that Jason looks at you like you're his whole world. You don't know why. But you suppose his acceptance is enough. At least you're allowed outside of the house now. You tighten the straps of your swimwear around your neck before leaving the house.

"He was good with you leaving?" Jason hands you a helmet for the bike.

"Yeah. Trusts you." You mumble. "Think Dick did a lot of work. Did you thank him?"

"Yeah." Jason hums. "Hope you're not tired of barbecue."

"Am I going to yours for it?"

"You can taste Alfred's cooking, and you can get a little more of mine." He hums. "Arms around the waist, babe."

"I'm excited." You mumble, lips quirking up as you wrap your arms around his waist. "Ooh, rock hard."

"I'm going to leave you here."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Love you too much for it."

The Wayne Manor is a mansion. Well, that much has been established, you suppose. You are, however, surprised to see a giant ass backyard with a huge ass pool. You've never been to the backyard, now that you think of it. Jason's never taken you.

"Did you bring swimwear?"

"Under the clothes," You pull your shirt over your head, ditching the shorts. "Tadaa!"

Jason laughs. "Put the shirt back on. Your tits are for me to see only, babe."

You frown. "Why not your shirt?"

Jason pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it at you. "That good enough?"

"Sure." You pull your arms through, placing your stuff to the side, jumping into the water to join his siblings.

You like the manor. Despite the constant bickering, the place felt warm, and that wasn't something you got often. The house is warm. It's warm as the Gotham sun burns into your back when you sit in the water by the ledge, head resting in your arms, it's warm when the charcoal in the grill burns, and it's warm when Cass pulls you out of the water to dry off before dinner. You could smell the food from where you were in the pool — you might just move here for the food.

Jason fills your plate for you, grabbing a little bit of everything, cutting your steak for you in advance as his family watches in awe.

"Little wing is capable of this?!"

"Steph, you owe me twenty."

"Bruce, you owe me 20k." Cass pokes at their dad as he stares at Jason.

"They bet on you?"

"Heard I got a girlfriend a while ago, and suddenly they started fighting each other over what kind of a boyfriend I would be." He switches plates with you, shrimp peeled and steak cut. "Oyster's clean, by the way."

"I'm gonna marry you."

"We've established this, I know."

You shrug, stabbing the shrimp. "Just reminding you."

"Don't beat me to the proposal, by the way." He points his knife at you.

"Master Jason." Alfred clears his throat, and Jason puts his knife down.

"Sorry, Alfred."

You hold a shrimp to his lips. "C'mon. As a thank you."

"Oh, at least you care." He bites down, chewing. "Don't beat me."

"I hope you get me a red diamond just to empty your pockets." You mumble.

"You want a ring with a gem worth a million dollars?"

"Yeah." You grin, holding a piece of steak to his lips. "You don't wanna give it to me?"

"I'll steal it."

"Oh, how romantic." You quiet down as you start eating the steak.

"You really want a red diamond?"

You glance at him, lips pulled into the fakest smile you can manage. "Yeah."

"Want it before you leave?" Jason raises a brow, the skin on his own shrimp finally peeled.

"You telling me you're gonna propose to me right out of high school? That's a recipe for disaster."

"Babe, we've been a disaster." He hums. "From you not telling your parents to me sneaking you to Switzerland to skip school, we have not been normal at all."

"Don't forget about New York."

"When is that again?"

You pretend to be offended. "I'm breaking up with you."

"I don't know what just happened, but I'm on her side." Dick cuts in.

"Me too."

"Me three."

"Guys." Jason groans.

"It's fine. We never set a date. How about in two weeks?" You hum.

"Yeah." He mumbles. "Wanna leave in the morning?"

"Sure. There's less cars then, huh?"

"We can stay at Bruce's penthouse."

"Does he have a house everywhere? New trivia game, where does Bruce Wayne NOT have a house?" You mumble.

"I don't have a place in Finland." Bruce calls from the end of the table.

You hold a hand over your mouth. "You got a place in Dubai?"

"A whole building."

"Woah..." You mumble. "How 'bout China?"

"Got a penthouse."

You blink in surprise. "Singapore?"

"Own a mansion there."

"You're not even a crazy rich asian." You mumble. "That should be a trivia game."

"For family game night?" Jason raises a brow at you, plate now empty.

"Yeah." You switch plates with him. "Which place does Bruce Wayne not own property."

"You're full?"

"Mhm." You nod. "You can have the rest."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." You mumble.

Jason's driving does not scare you. You feel like it should, considering he drives pretty rough, but it does not scare you. If anything, you're worried about getting ticketed. Well, not like he was driving past the speed limit. At least you have the aux.

"How'd you convince your parents to let you go?"

"Told em it was a girls' trip." You yawn. "Lied straight through my teeth."

"You're awful."

"You're the influence."

"Makes both of us awful I guess." Jason hums. "We're staying at a hotel instead of Bruce's."

"Why's that?"

"Wanna have you without his security cameras."

You laugh. "Your horny little teenage brain."

"Both of us."

"Nuh-uh," You shake your head. "I don't think about jumping you. I think about biting you nonsexually."

"Yeah?"

You go quiet. "And marking you up. No visible marks this time." You deadpan. "New York is a hot mess and I still need to try clothes on."

"You gonna go shopping on fifth avenue?"

"Will you let me?"

"Go blow my money."

"Then I won't go easy."

Jason leans on the wall as you show him different clothes, doing a little spin for him when he asked. You try a bunch of stuff on only to buy three articles of clothing. You still feel bad for spending his money. Besides, he was paying for the hotel. You really wonder if you should buy him coffee as a thank you or something. Though, as Jason rips the tag directly off one of the dresses you try on, the thought disappears.

"We'll take this one." He hands the tag to the cashier. "Keep it on. You look good."

"Thank you." You grin, taking the bags from Jason as he pulls out his card. You blink as he swipes it without thinking. You wonder if you'd get to live a life like that.

"Thinking?" He takes the bags from your hand again, card in his wallet.

"I wanna be a rich kid..." You mumble. "I'd love to be rich."

"You have me."

"Yeah, but it's still different from being rich yourself." You hum. "Let's head back for the day."

"Tired?"

You frown. "I don't want you swiping your card any more."

"Why not?" He moves his bags onto one hand, lacing his fingers with yours. "It's for you. Bruce is fine with it."

"Yeah, but." Your face drops. "too much."

"Alright. But this much," Jason holds the bags up. "That isn't really considered much if you consider—"

"I'm not one of them, Jay." You squeeze his hand. "I'm fine with what you've got me already. Wanna go to the ice cream museum tomorrow?"

"Sure." He smiles. "Make the reservations."

"Got it." You grin.

Because no matter how willing Jason is when it comes to swiping his card for you, he still respects your words. Even when you're telling him it's too much, he knows when you truly draw the line, in the way your eyes harden and your voice drops. Jason would spill his entire fortune for you, anything for you, just for your happiness. That was all that mattered to him — the little sparkle in your eye when you were happy, the small upward tug of your lips when you were content, the way your body relaxed when you were truly at peace. You. As long as you were happy, he was happy. Hand on your cheek and lips pressed to yours, he was happy.

"You gonna miss me in college?" He squeezes your cheek as you stare at the NYU banner.

"Definitely." You hum. "You should go here."

"Why's that?"

"It's where all the rich kids go." You grin.

"Daddy's money could get me into your school too." He smiles, leaning down to press his forehead to yours teasingly.

"Then why not use it?"

"Cause Bruce actually values honesty." He pulls away, glancing at the banner.

"And you?" You tilt your head.

"I don't care." He grins. "Want me to get in with Daddy's money?"

"Want you to join me next year with just your grades."

"Want me to leave the city behind for you?"

"Yeah."

"Just to join you?"

"Yeah."

"One year, babe."

"Bet."

You take a photo with him at your school when you move, scribbling 1 year in pencil on the picture.

A year later, Jason's your dormmate, a new photo pinned on the mini bulletin board in the room.

Jason presses his lips to your forehead as you shift in the morning sun, smile on his lips as he greets you. You mumble a greeting back, falling asleep again. His lips pull into a gentle smile, closing his own eyes. His breathing syncs with yours, hearts beating together, the rays of the morning sun warming his skin as he shields you from the light. You never liked waking up because the curtains were too sheer.

For him, even getting you a star in the sky seemed like a menial task.

After all, if you were happy, so was he.

And as he feels your body relax into the mattress, he's sure you'd say the same for him.

#jason todd x reader #jason x reader #hate basic ass names #todd x reader #jason todd imagine #dc x reader #☾.fics

[kthecutest]

yūka i need your stepbro!k thoughts i'm so h word right now i need k so bad i'm going mad crazy !

YES MA'AM I AM HERE TO DELIEVERRRR ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

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Pairing : Stepbro!k x innocent!f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 Warnings : Panty Stealing, Impregnation, Unprotected sex (stay safe peeps), jealous sex, drugs, aphrodisiac, somnophillia, CNC A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

Stepbro!k who sneaks into your room when you’re showering or you’re out with friends, just to grab a piece of your worn underwear – he can’t have enough of that smell, the smell that makes his body overwhelm in heat. But sniffing wasn’t just enough for him, he’d lick and suck all over the area where the panties stuck to your entrance, while he proceeds to rut his leaking cock into the sheets like a dog in heat. And it isn’t just the sheets, he’d love to see every object you own covered in his cream so you’d end up finding some sticky unknown substances on your pillow or your study desk.

Stepbro!k who slips in sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs into the dishes he’d make for you. When the pill finally took effect and you’re laid on your bed, body limp and heated, you felt like your entire body was burning yet you were in a deep slumber – that’s when he slips his hard length through your entrance and pump you full of cum – “fuck.. take my cum baby.. take my cum~!” – the next morning you woke up with semen leaking out of you. He didn’t even bother to clean up; a little souvenir for you I guess. This left you confused, believing your sweet step brother would never do something like this, you couldn’t catch a single idea on who kept violating you every night.

Stepbro!k who keeps an entire folder of just your photos in his laptop. The photos of you covered in cum, his seed dripping out your gaping pussy, after he’s fucked you through the night – all taken so vividly and pasted all over the folder. The photos of you in the shower and the sneaky snapshots he took of you through the slight opening of your bedroom door, whenever you were touching yourself. Is the slight opening of the door intentional or not? Well who knows. But you’d definitely love to put on a freak show for your godly handsome stepbrother that’s for sure.

Stepbro!k who often gets jealous when the guy friends he invites to his house would get touchy with you or when you have guys over for school work or sleepovers. He’ll drag you out of the male crowd and eye you up and down with a frown on his face. “Oh cmon nii chan! I promise they’re nice” – of course he knows that but he can’t help being so possessive when you’re dressed like a whore and you have the best pussy in the world.

Stepbro!k whose eyes started to dilate whenever he sees you being too close or touchy with any of the younger boys. When they’re hugging you and their arms are all over your boobs, them pressing their hips into your back with the excuse of hugging; K had to clench his hand so tight to not lash out at anyone. But all the restricted temper would be released when he gets to manhandle you at night, you still under the effect of pills he fed. He’d fill you to the brim, shooting his seed right into your womb – with the only intention of getting his step sister pregnant.

Stepbro!k who finally got caught in the middle of pounding you full of his cum.

You threw aways the food he made that evening, suspecting something was wrong with it based on how you kept falling into deep slumbers every night for no reason. And now here you are, eyes widened in shock and fear, tears in the corners of your eyes; but an underlying pleasure and satisfaction of the situation.

Why were you even liking this right now, the fact that you just found out your step brother was the one violating your pussy every night and that tonight is another repetition of the process? Maybe, deep down, you’ve always wanted to be stuffed full by his huge cock.

Through your weak protests, K held you down with his immense strength as he continued to fuck into you at a faster pace.

“Now that you’ve found out, just take everything I have to give, like a good girl, little slut”

#&team #andteam #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team fanfic #&team x reader #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #&team smut #&team k #&team k smut #koga yudai #k #k smut

[soursturniolo]

Unreal • Chris Sturniolo

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo/Fem!Reader

Summary: Things take a couple turns after a creep leads you and Chris to leave a party early. Angst and then smut.

NSFW CONTENT BELOW! Don’t like, don’t read.

Tonight Chris begged me to come to a house party that him and his brothers were invited to. I was hesitant, but after him insisting it would be fun and that it’s okay I come as their plus one, I decided to come.

But now I am confronted with a situation that is the perfect example of why I didn’t want to come, and why I hate these parties so much. Despite the fact that Chris’s arm is wrapped snuggly around my waist, obviously showing the fact I’m taken, this drunk man at this party keeps staring at me. His eyes haven’t came up to my face once, instead staring at my chest, my hips, my legs. I felt good in this tight black dress, but now Im wishing I had picked something different to wear. I feel disgusted, and like an object. It’s bad enough he’s looking at me, but then the guy gets the audacity to walk this way.

“Hey, doll face” the guy slurs my way. I immediately recoil back, pressing up against Chris a little closer. I assumed Chris would say something to the creep, but his face stays schooled in a calm, careless expression as he sips his drink.

“Why don’t you leave this kid and come home with me tonight?” He guy asks, his face painted with a disgusting self righteous grin that makes my stomach turn.

Chris’s hold on my waist tightens a bit, but he says nothing. I look at Chris, before turning back to the drunk man.

“Leave me alone. I’m taken and very much not interested,” I tell him, not wanting to cause a bigger situation but wanting him to leave.

“Cmon, baby, don’t be that way,” he sneers.

“Leave me the fuck alone or I’ll stomp my stilettos on your dick,” I tell him, anger at him and at my own boyfriend’s lack of a reaction bubbling to surface. The drunk man rolls his eyes and grumbles as he stumbles away.

After the man leaves I grab and remove Chris’s arm from my waist, turning to face him.

“I’m getting an Uber and leaving, have fun?” I tell him, voice low.

“Okay, babe, I’ll come with you we can go back to mine for the night,” he tells me, sitting his drink down and pulling out his phone. We walk out of the house and wait out front as Chris texts his brothers to let them know we’re leaving and orders the Uber for us.

The ride back is silent and uncomfortable. Chris moves to put his hand on my thigh once but I’m quick to move my leg out of his grasp. I’m so angered. How could Chris just stand there and not say a word while that man looked at me that way? I don’t understand. Does he just not care?

I stand behind Chris as he unlocks the front door, but as soon as its open I shove my way in front of him, stepping into the house as I ignore Chris’s sound of surprise at my action. I step out of my heels, picking them up as I make my way to his room in a huff.

“Babe?” I hear Chris call to me as I walk through his bedroom doorway.

“I can’t even look at you right now, Chris,” I grit out, shaking my head and walking further into his bedroom. Normally I wouldn’t argue with Chris at all, especially at their house, but I’m so upset and Nick and Matt are still at the party we both just left.

“I don’t even understand why you’re so upset with me right now,” Chris says as he shuts his bedroom door.

“Really? You have no idea?” I ask, turning to his as a toss my heels down by his closet, letting them clatter on the floor carelessly.

“No, I really don’t? If it’s about that fucking creep I don’t have any control over that and you handled it,” he says, taking his hat off and sitting it on his dresser next to the others before running his fingers through his hair, pushing it all back.

“Exactly!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up out of exasperation, “I had to handle it, you stood there without a care in the world!”

Chris immediately shakes his head.

“Hey, I didn’t like him bothering you either,” he says, voice the most serious it’s been all evening.

“Really? Because it seemed like you didn’t give a single fuck. Most boyfriends would have said something or been jealous or something! Do you even give a fuck about me?” I yell at him.

“Of course I give a fuck, I fucking love you,” He says back, voice serious but still too calm for my liking. Why isn’t he getting upset?

“Oh really? Because you sure had me fooled,” I tell him, rolling my eyes in disgust as I walk towards his closet, moving to grab something of his so I can change out of this dress.

“Hey, wait,” I hear him say as I feel his hand grasp mine, stopping me. I turn to him. He’s gazing down at me with his blue ocean eyes, face as serious as his tone has been.

“I don’t want you thinking for one minute that I don’t care or that I don’t love you. I do. That’s exactly why I acted the way I did,” he explains, leaving me even more confused.

“What the hell do you mean?” I ask, confused and still irritated.

“We’re secure right? Like we’re solid?” He asks, confusing me more.

“Yeah, we’ve been together for a year, I’d hope so,” I say, almost laughing.

“Exactly. I don’t worry about guys coming up to you. I know at the end of the night, you’re the one I’m going to bed next to. You have my heart and I have yours. I don’t worry about that anymore. You think I wasn’t bothered by that man looking at you like a piece of meat? If I wasn’t in the position I am, with eyes on me at these fucking parties because of who I am, I could have broken the kids jaw. But I can’t do that. I also knew you’d have it handled. I don’t want to speak for you or over you. You’re a strong, independent woman. And I was right there ready to have your back if he tried anything or didn’t get the hint.” He explains.

His eyes show his sincerity, like they’re pleading me to understand. I understand his point and feel better hearing his side. I still hate what happened this evening though.

“I’m sorry I got so upset with you, I think most of it was misdirected anger if I’m being honest. That man just made me feel so gross. I gotta get out of this dress,” I tell him, trying to turn back to his closet but I’m stopped by him again.

“It’s alright baby, but I’m sorry he made you feel that way. You looked beautiful in your dress tonight,” he tells me, his voice soft, but eyes staying on my face. Usually when he’s complimenting what I’m wearing he’s looking at it.

“Then why aren’t you looking at the dress?” I ask, playful as my gaze travels from his eyes to his lips and back.

“Well, I dont want to look at you like that asshole did,” he explains.

“Baby, I don’t mind when you look at my body,” I explain, resting my hands on his chest and gazing up at him.

His eyes darken as they trail down my body, looking at how my black dress hugs my curves, showing off my chest and hips, stopping high on my thighs which just accentuates their thickness.

“god, youre unreal, ma” he mutters before smashing his lips against mine. He grasps my hips, pulling my body flush against his as our lips and tongues work together in sync. Chris backs us against the bed, moving to gently lay me down underneath him.

I grasp his black shirt, tugging at the hem and pulling it up his body, our lips disconnecting just long enough for us to take it off of him. My hands roam his shoulders and torso as we make out. I feel his hands travel up my sides to the back zipper of my dress and my hands move down to unbutton his pants. We both pull apart from the kiss, out of breath.

“Is this okay?” He checks in with me, breathless.

I lean up to press my lips to his again before nodding. He unzips my dress and helps me shimmy out of it, tossing the garment to the floor once it’s off of me. His pupils are blown with lust as his eyes trail over my body, now left in only the black lacy lingerie set I had worn underneath.

“you’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he mutters, hands moving to run aimlessly over by body as he begins trailing wet kisses from my neck, down my chest as he unclasps my bra. He pulls my bra off, tossing it off to the side. One hand comes up to cup and squeeze my left breast as his lips trail down the right, him bringing my nipple into his mouth, sucking and running his teeth against me.

My mouth falls open with a shaky cry, my legs tightening around his body as my hands come up to weave into his hair, tugging lightly. We groans against my chest, as my breath comes out as another shuttering sigh.

I tug at his hair a little firmer this time, bringing his head back up to be level with mine, kissing him passionately. My hand leave his hair and return to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. He pulls back from the kiss, moving to help me pull down his pants and boxers in one go, his hard on slapping against his lower stomach, tip shining with precum already.

I grasp him in my hand, gently running my fingers over him. His breath stutters and his hips jerk, pushing himself into my hand from his sensitivity.

Chris moves his hands to the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs and tossing them in the same direction he tossed my bra.

Once they’re off, he crawls back on top of me between my spread legs, his hard member brushing against me, making my hips twitch with anticipation.

“Please,” I sigh breathily, barely recognizing my own voice.

“I know baby,” he whispered.

I watch as he grabs himself, running his tip between my folds, using my arousal to slick himself up. I feel myself clench around nothing, yearning for him and the fullness only he can bring me. He lines himself up with my entrance, slowly pushing in.

“Chris,” I cry out as he fills me, my nails digging into his shoulders at the stretch.

His hand steadying him digs into the sheets next to my head, his other hand holding my leg around his waist. He groans as his hips come to rest against mine, inside me as far as he can go.

His lips brush against mine delicately, as he sighs out my name.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, making me smile. My left hand leaves his shoulder to brush his hair back softly, as I whisper those three words back to him.

His head burrows into the crease where my neck meets my shoulders as he pulls his hips back and begins to thrust, his hips shuddering as I move my own to meet his deep and firm thrusts. I feel his breath puff against my neck as he works above me. My eyes roll back as I feel him begin to brush against that little bundle of nerves inside me, making me shudder in pleasure under him.

“Chris, don’t stop,” I pant out, nails digging greedily into his back. He moans in pleasure against my throat as his thrusts become even rougher and more powerful, jarring my body and making him constantly rub against that spot inside me that had me seeing stars.

My legs tighten around his waist. I feel myself clench tightly around his length, my breath shuddering with each of his thrusts, feeling myself getting closer to the peak.

“Of fuck, Chris, I’m so close,” I cry out.

“Go ahead baby,” he coaxed against my throat, leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses there, “be a good girl and come for me, baby” he whispers.

At his praise I feel the tenseness in my stomach snap, my hips shuttering against him as I clench and gush around him, the strength of my hair overwhelming me as I cry out his name and explicits on an endless loop.

I feel Chris’s hips buck against my own, feeling him twitch inside me as he releases, my name falling from his lips in a deep groan, his chest heaving. Chris collapses on top of me from exhaustion, his head still burrowed in my next and him still resting inside of me, slowly softening. I bring my hand up to run my fingers through his hair soothingly as we relax into each others arms. I feel myself lulled to sleep my the sound and feel of his gentle breathing against me, finding comfort and love in our intimate embrace.

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[alornights]

⟢ gossip session.

➜ in which ! kyle finds himself interested in your gossip.

💌 ﹫kyle broflovski.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗gossip about teacher/student affair.

🍓 ⟡ notes — i love gossiping lmao. i also realized ive been spelling his last name wrong for like ages until now lmao.

he loves it, no matter how hard he tries denying it, he love it.

at first, he didn't care for it, actually, he found it annoying. he never liked people talking about others behind their backs.

especially if they are personal matters.

so when you two are just in his room casually hanging out and your face-timing your friend talking about the latest school gossip he made sure to tune it out opting to listen to music.

until he one day overheard you gossiping because he forgot his headphones. then he starts paying attention and listening more carefully getting very interested in the story.

he can't help himself now from listening to your rambles.

"No, you don't understand Heather. PC Principal has no fucking clue about this which is surprising since he knows everything that goes on in this school. But like, how does he not know that a teacher is banging the head cheerleader of the school but fucking Butters of all people knows?"

"Yeah no, I have no idea how long it's been going on."

"I heard she might even be pregnant with the teacher's kid. Yeah, uh huh, no way- HE HAS 3 SEPARATE FAMILIES?"

kyle tries so hard not to ask because he knows it's not the right thing to do but in the end, he can't help himself.

he starts listening every chance he gets. trying to put pieces together if he hadn't heard the other parts of the story.

it gets so bad that he starts listening

hell, he even listens to some of cartman's gossip.

finally he admits he is gossip addict and decides to talk to you.

As you walked back into his room after having a quick call with one of your friends about the recent gossip that just surfaced.

Kyle sighed mentally bracing himself for what he was about to say.

"What happened next? With the teacher-student thing I mean..."

You stare at him incredibly, tilting your head in confusion. "Huh? I thought you hated gossip since you know it's people not minding their own business or whatever."

The teen grumbled a bit before turning away. "Maybe I've had a change of heart."

and when he means "change of heart"

he actually means he's so invested that its like an addiction.

the guy becomes a crazed gossip girl kicking his feet giggling.

Words couldn't describe the look of happiness on your face as you raced over to his bed slamming your body on top of him in giddiness. "Okay listen closely. So right now, 2 of the 3 families have found out about this situation and are all divorcing him."

"Actually?" He questioned sitting up, shifting you in his arms so you were both comfortable. "How the hell did he find out? Didn't you say that they all lived far away or something?"

You nodded. "They do but someone from our school who shall be unnamed, leaked it to them with photos of the teacher and student, well, getting the groove on after school in his class."

"No. Fucking. Way."

"Yes, way!" You clapped your hands with a smirk. "That's all for now since this just happened like 2 hours ago."

A beat of silence passes by until he looks back at you staring you dead in the eye. "You'll keep me updated... right?"

You laugh nodding your head excitedly. "You'll be the first to know."

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #LORA WRITES — 🍡 ʬʬ

[sserpente]

A/N: Billy Hargrove and a mistletoe. There was no way I wasn’t going to write this.

Words: 1014 Warnings: mentions of bullying

The way to the kitchen was blocked. Well, not really. But there was someone leaning against the threshold that you, under all possible circumstances, whatsoever, were keen to avoid.

All you wanted was some more mulled wine. You’d need an awful lot more in order to get drunk on the hot beverage but you were determined and you were thirsty.

So get it together. High school is over! Mentally slapping yourself, you shook your head and fought yourself a way through the partying crowd in the hallway. Push past, don’t look him in the eye, ignore him, pretend you didn’t see him… it should have been easy. With your heart in your mouth, you turned sideways to fit through the door—a significantly hard task when two people were casually conversing right in its middle—until you were stopped by a strong arm stopping you from entering the kitchen like a bloody human barrier.

“Whoops.”

The nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach only intensified when he spoke up. He was taller than you, of course, looking down at you with an amused expression on his face. His outfit… not only was it unsuitable for the current weather conditions but also direly inappropriate for a Christmas party. And who wore a leather jacket without a shirt on anyway? And why did he have to be so shredded? You knew he worked out but Jesus H. Christ… up close, that six-pack looked even more defined. Why was it always the arseholes who were this attractive? Why couldn’t it be the nice guy next door, the one who took your mail in when you weren’t home?

No, it had to be Billy fucking Hargrove, your own personal high school bully who’d tried to make your life a living hell. Well… more or less. In fact, you were pretty certain he was the very reason you were still single. If Billy Hargrove told you not to date a girl… you didn’t. That’s just how Hawkins worked since the fucker moved here from sunny California.

“Let me through, Billy.”

“You didn’t follow the rules.”

You rolled your eyes. You had no idea what he was on about but you were already getting annoyed. Should have climbed through the bloody window instead.

“Seriously, all I want is some mulled wine. I won’t let my festive mood be spoiled today, least of all by my school bully.”

“Are you kidding me?” He added your name at the end, making you swallow. He never used your name. It’d only ever been nicknames—teasing nicknames that’d had you seethe. “I wasn’t bullying you.”

“Of course not. What else would you call it then, huh?”

“What, are you that daft? I wanted to get with you so bad the whole fucking school knew.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Oh yeah. You embarrassed me quite a bit, doll. You were the only girl at school who resisted my charms.”

“Charms is a strong word.” You didn’t believe him. Not a word. Or did you? You bit your lower lip. You’d seen him bully others. He’d gotten into physical fights more often than you could count. He’d never… insulted you either, just… teased you relentlessly? The closest you’d come to a physical attack had been when he’d knocked your books from your hands on Halloween. Come to think of it, he’d said the exact same word he’d said to you just now back then when—

“Whoops.” Billy’s shit-eating grin grew wider when you tried to slip past him again. Without any effort whatsoever, his arm came up to block your way yet again no matter how hard you pushed against him.

“Whatever. Should have treated me nicer then… if that was true.” But part of you couldn’t help but wonder… if it was. You thrust forward yet again, eager to escape the situation.

“A-ah. I’m afraid you’re still gonna have to follow the rules, doll.”

“What rules?” you spat, refraining from rolling your eyes at him. Billy smirked with his mouth slightly open, his gaze travelling up above your head. A fucking mistletoe. Of course.

“After all, it’s Christmas.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?” He grinned. “Are you afraid it could be…”—he leaned in closer, lowering his voice—“…good?”

“I have absolutely no desire—and I mean no desire—to kiss you.” And that was a fucking lie. You’d wondered often enough if he really was as good as the girls whispering about his many talents in the bedroom said he was.

He didn’t listen to you anyway because before you could turn away and flee, his lips were on yours. It wasn’t just a quick peck. Hell, you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to. Billy wrapped his arms around you in an instant, his palms resting on your hips dangerously close to your bum, keeping you close. Much to your dismay… your eyes fell shut. The sucker knew what he was doing—and he made it so easy for you to kiss him back.

It was a combination of the cheering that got loud around you with a start and his tongue that teasingly slid against your bottom lip that made you break the kiss before it could escalate.

“Looks like she wasn’t immune to your charms, after all, Hargrove!”

You raised an eyebrow, bending back to create some distance between you. “You’re gonna have to do an awful lot more than kiss me underneath the mistletoe if you want to convince me.”

Billy grinned. “Shall we say eight, then? Tomorrow? There’s a nice restaurant just outside of Hawkins I’m sure you’ll love.”

You considered it for a moment. What could possibly go wrong? A, this could be a terrible prank. B, he could kidnap you and chop you to pieces in the woods, or C… he meant it. You sighed.

“Fine. Don’t make me regret this.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, baby. Wear something pretty. I’ll come pick you up.”

“Uh-huh.” You pushed past him again and this time, he let you through. Yeah. You definitely needed more mulled wine after this.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #dacre montgomery

[juyeonszn]

WHAT IS LOVE? — THIRTY FOUR

PAIRING ₊˚⊹ lee juyeon x f!reader

SUMMARY ₊˚⊹ all is well in the business of matchmaking. except it’s actually not, because lee juyeon, the school’s star baseball player, has just come to you for help in obtaining the girl of his dreams. oh yeah! and he happens to be the guy you’ve had a crush on since your first year of university.

MORE ₊˚⊹ i’m gonna throw up

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THIRTY FOUR — Our Love Loop (2.62k)

Juyeon was in way over his head, he concluded after your conversation.

The truth of the matter was, he was lying out of his ass. He did not actually have two tickets to see the Barbie movie. He just knew you really wanted to see it and he didn’t have any other elaborate ideas to make a confession. If he did everything right, maybe you’d accept him.

This was what brought him to Soyeon’s apartment, begging on his hands and knees.

“Please, I need them, Soyeon,” he pleads, clasping his hands together. “This is a life or death situation. Do you want me to die? You want me to die, huh.”

She scoffs at him from her spot on the couch. “Get up, you fucking weirdo. Why do you even want my tickets so bad? Miyeon and I have been wanting to see this movie for months, why should I give them to you?”

Juyeon gives her the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster as he gets up from the floor and sits on the ottoman in front of her. “Because, I panicked and told Y/N that I had tickets and I would take her. She’s also wanted to see this movie for a really long time. This is my chance to tell her how I feel.”

Soyeon sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. On one hand, she knew Miyeon would throw a fit because she was so excited for the movie, having bought an entire pink outfit and everything. But on the other hand, her friend looked really desperate and she felt bad for him.

As stupid as he could be sometimes, Juyeon had a big heart. He was the type to make really dumb decisions without thinking them all the way through, but he meant well. This entire situation was a headache for sure. However, she wanted nothing but the best for her friend. And that included a happily ever after.

“Fine,” she groans, opening up her phone to transfer him the movie tickets. “You can have them. Only ‘cause I want you to fix things with her. She’s been suffering for way too long.”

Juyeon smiles widely, fist bumping the air and then shaking her by the shoulders. He doesn’t stay at the apartment much longer, going back to his own to put the evening together perfectly. When he truly thought about it, he doesn’t know how he didn’t realize he had feelings for you sooner. He rented out a fucking roller rink for you. And supposedly that was a fake date. While he only took Tzuyu out for lunch. Clearly there was some bias there.

He figures that you’ll be too invested in the movie for him to confess then, besides the whole no-talking-in-the-theater thing. He decides he’ll do it during dinner, after he’s already gotten into your good graces with the movie. He doesn’t know what he’s going to say, but wants to leave that for later. If he practiced his speech then it’d sound scripted and he wanted to speak from the heart. You deserved something authentic.

Back at your own apartment, you’re losing your mind.

You were entirely confused by this turn of events. It was a bit odd that Juyeon wouldn’t go with any of his friends to the movies. It was even weirder that he wouldn’t take the girl he was seeing. You were like, at the bottom of the totem pole when it came to his list of friends. You assumed you’d be the last person he thought of.

In fact, you hadn’t even talked to him much since he asked out Tzuyu. You were too upset to see his face and even more upset that it was game over for you. Looking at his name at the top of your screen hurt you more than you’d like to admit. But right now you were trying to ignore that. This was a win in your book and you needed to appreciate it.

That’s your mindset as you get ready for the evening. Much like you did for the roller rink, you dressed very Barbie-esque. You wore a light pink cami dress with some white kitten heels. Even though you wanted to look your best, you also didn’t want to overdo it and try too hard. This wasn’t a date. You were just friends. It’s as you’re applying some lip gloss, that a knock echoes through your empty apartment. (Yuqi had left earlier in the day to hang out with her friend Shuhua, so you were alone as you got ready.)

You grab your purse and quickly go to answer the door. Juyeon stands there, his back to you as he waits. When he hears the door open, he turns around, hands in his pockets. You think you might faint from how good he looks, clad in a white dress shirt and some black slacks. You don’t even care that the two of you are completely overdressed for the movies. Your brain feels like it had just been shaken around like it was tossed in a cocktail shaker and you’re sure you’re staring.

But because you’re so distracted, you don’t see him doing the same. You were actually breathtaking, Juyeon thought to himself. There was no wonder Lee Minho looked at you the way he did. Anyone could fall in love with you upon a glance and he’s surprised it took him as long as it did. The sight of your smile alone was enough to make the strongest of men weak.

When a couple moments have passed by of just the two of you gawking at each other, he realizes you should probably get going if you want to make it to the movie on time. He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

“Are you ready to go?” His voice is a little strained and he hopes you can’t hear it.

You nod, afraid your own voice will betray you. He grins and leads you to his car. You were too absorbed with how handsome he looked to even think about him coming to your door to get you, rather than standing outside his car like he usually did. He goes as far as opening and shutting your door for you, running around to get in his own side. He reaches into the backseat and you hear some crinkling, only for your eyes to be met with a familiar bouquet of lilies.

Before you can even process anything, he’s driving off and to the theater. Your mind feels mushy, like potatoes given to a toddler. What were you supposed to make of any of this? Of the flowers? Of the paid for movie and dinner? Of the dressing up? God you can even smell his cologne, the scent lingering around you in his car. It’s woody and so very Juyeon. You want this to fill your nostrils for the rest of your life.

It was official. You’d lost your sanity.

You’re thankful he brought you to a movie you’d actually been wanting to see, so it’s easy for you to momentarily forget about the boy in the seat next you as you’re immersed into the world of Barbie. At least the big man upstairs thought you deserved one win for once.

Because you’re so into the film, you fail to notice that Juyeon is not. He really tried to pay attention, especially since he literally begged for these damn tickets, but he couldn’t. His eyes would stay on the screen for a total of five seconds before flickering back to you in his peripheral vision. The smile on your lips didn’t leave the whole hour and 54 minutes you were in that theater.

The way the colorful lights flashed across your features and lit them up had his heart swelling. If he thought you were beautiful earlier, that was incomparable to how you looked sitting there and watching the movie, so blissfully unaware of how you were ten times more fascinating.

The one part he could recall, was the way Ryan Gosling’s Ken stared at Margot Robbie’s Barbie like she was the only thing in the world. There was a tenderness in his eyes that Juyeon understood all too well. It was the same look he was giving you throughout the film, only knowing when to laugh because you were laughing or knowing when to clap because you were clapping.

He couldn’t believe it was possible to be this down bad.

For dinner, he takes you to the same cafe you always find yourselves at. Except instead of eating actual dinner, you both order French toast. He bites down a grin when the waitress makes a comment about how cute of a couple you are. You flare up with heat and you attempt to hide your face by sipping at your iced tea.

“Thank you for the movie, Juyo,” you finally speak up, playing with your straw. “I was kinda sad that I wasn’t going to see it after all.”

“Truth is, I might have lied about the whole ticket thing...” He admits sheepishly, nibbling the inside of his cheek.

Your eyebrows furrow together. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t actually buy tickets two weeks ago,” he chuckles nervously. “I begged Soyeon to give me hers.”

“Why would you do that?” You ask, dumbfounded.

“Because you wanted to see it, and I needed an excuse to see you.”

Your eyes widen, not at all expecting that answer. You don’t even know what to say to that. What were you supposed to make of this information? What did he mean he “needed an excuse to see you”? The delusions were beginning to run wild in your head.

“W-Wha— huh?”

“What I wanted to talk to you about— what I needed to talk to you about,” he says, avoiding your eyes. “Taking you out tonight is a part of it.”

You feel like you just died and resurrected all at once. Something akin to a mixture of choking and a strangled cry escapes from your throat, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth. This was taking you out? Did Lee Juyeon realize he was driving you insane? Or was that just a hobby of his?

“I’m confused,” you blink, talking through the cracks of your fingers. “What did— what did you want to talk to me about?”

The waitress brings your French toast and places the plates in front of you just as he opens his mouth to speak. As sweet as she is, you think you might wrap your hands around her throat and wring her neck for interrupting. The longer your questions are left unanswered, the more your rationality wears thin. The older lady comes back with some syrup and a can of whipped cream before disappearing, leaving the two of you alone.

“Tzuyu and I are not a thing anymore.” He informs you, so blunt and nonchalantly like it was no big deal as you’re digging into your food. You’re pretty sure you actually choke this time.

“Wha— why? What happened?” He’s not giving you much to work with, so you don’t know if you should express feigned sympathy or cheer with glee.

“Two things,” Juyeon squints at you, licking his thumb and wiping something off of the corner of your lips. “Sorry, you had some whipped cream there.”

You died and resurrected again.

“Two things?”

“Reason number one is because she actually turned out to be a lesbian.” He snorts, taking a bite of his own French toast and humming in satisfaction. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets after that revelation. That was a plot twist you were not expecting. You’d have to apologize to Eric later for the Hwang Yeji incident.

“How did you find that out?” You unintentionally pout. Juyeon thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and he kind of wants to kiss it away.

Woah, dude, reel it in a bit. Too soon.

“Thanks to reason number two,” he sets his fork down, putting his full focus on you. “I told her that I had feelings for you.”

If planet earth itself could pause for a minute, that’s what this moment felt like. It felt like everything around you came to a halt like the scratch of a record. All you can hear are the sounds of blood rushing to your ears and face, your pulse kicking into overdrive, and your heart rate racing. You almost pinch yourself to confirm that this is real life. When the world resumes its normal speed, you gape at him. Your lips are slightly parted and you don’t dare move a muscle, because despite your surroundings moving at a regular pace, you’re still operating in slow motion.

“Y-you what?” Is all you can muster, is all your brain can generate.

“I told her there was no way I could continue things with her because ever since the roller rink, all I could think of from the second I woke up to the second I went to sleep was you,” Juyeon confesses, not breaking eye contact. “And even then, I still saw you in my dreams. Isn’t that funny? That I never had a single dream about her? But you, God, I could dream about you forever and never get sick of it. You’re the true girl of my dreams, Y/N.”

You think you might cry, or maybe you already are, because your bottom lip is quivering and your cheeks feel wet. This is all you’d wanted to hear from him for years. Juyeon gives you an affectionate smile, reaching across the table to wipe your tears with his thumbs, cupping your cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” He laughs as you nuzzle your face into his palm.

Truthfully, you don’t know why you’re crying yourself. Perhaps you were just overjoyed, or overstimulated, or both. You thought you’d be stuck with unrequited love forever, that you’d be a background character as he moved on with his love life. This was so much better.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” you tell him, sniffling. “Since first year College Algebra, I’ve wanted to be yours, Juyeon. Other guys came and went, but they never held a candle to you. My heart always wandered back to you.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” he frowns. “I’d love nothing more than to have you as mine. If you’ll have me too.”

You nod almost frantically, like he might retract the offer. He leans over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, and then to your nose, then your cheeks, then each corner of your mouth, pausing when he gets to the center. You feel the warmth of his lips over yours, testing the waters to see what he can get away with. His eyes glance back and forth from yours to your mouth.

“Can—”

“Please kiss me already.”

He lets out a breathy laugh. “Yes, Ma’am.”

As soon as his lips envelope your own, it’s like the stars have aligned at last. It’s as sweet as candy. It feels like you're flying in the sky, passing each and every cloud in your path. It makes everything so much more beautiful, like the sun shining after a rainy day. This giddy, fuzzy feeling courses through your veins and you don’t want it to stop, content to stay like this for the rest of time. You could’ve never predicted that you’d end up here, kissing Lee Juyeon over two plates of barely eaten French toast. But it’s enough for you.

It’s just what you needed to fill that piece of your heart that had been missing.

PREV ₊˚⊹ THIRTY THREE — 11:11 make a wish

NEXT ₊˚⊹ THIRTY FIVE — graduated from bitchless university

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[starpirateee]

Hi! Can I suggest something kinda dumb that's been in my head forever? Pete coming out to Ted as bi and being really nervous, and then Ted's like " oh cool me too. Wait you didn't know that?" And Pete's like "???"

Idk that's just really funny to me lol

First, anon, this idea is anything but dumb! Second, it would be my genuine pleasure! Bisexual brothers for the win tbh 😌

And forgive Pete for not being able to work this out with his incredible logic, it's the tism (and the anxiety) ((see: just like me fr))

"Ted… I've gotta tell you something…" Pete had been holding this back for a month or more, waiting on the right moment to just come out and say it. Part of him didn't even know what he was worried about, Ted had literally never judged him for anything before, why would this be so different? He was one of the most laid back people he knew, but there had to be a line somewhere, right? Maybe this would be the line, maybe Ted wouldn't be cool with it…

He found his brother on the sofa, halfway through some probably shit movie he wasn't even paying attention to. Swallowing back his nerves, he forced himself to breathe and rationalise the situation. No, he was not admitting to having committed a crime. No, he was not about to say he wanted to elope to another country with nothing but a girl and a dream… How bad could it really be?

Ted paused the movie, turned around, and raised an eyebrow. Pete was known for being a nervous wreck; he overthought like the best of them, and he'd set himself into more than enough spirals that were all decently hard to pull him back from. This was another one of those occassions, apparently. He looked tense, and there was something about the way he was avoiding looking at him that made him believe it wasn't just something interesting on the floor. "Uh, okay? What's up?" He asked, preparing himself for some long story that he'd have to deep dive through.

"I- uh…" Pete hesitated, drawing in a breath, and taking Ted up on the offer of the other side of the sofa. Even when he sat down, he was stiff as a board, worried that somehow this would go wrong. Eventually, he just decided to jump into the deep end and see what happened. "Fuck it. I'm… I'm into guys. And girls! Both! I'm… Bisexual. I might get a girlfriend one day, but- uh, maybe not, y'know..?"

It was silent for a few moments. Pete was starting to let those moments bleed out into eternity, thinking it better to absolve himself in the silence. It was better than rejection!

And then Ted hummed, breaking that precious silence like glass. Pete held his breath subtly, kneading his hands against the fabric of his trousers.

"… Cool."

But that wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all.

"Huh? That- that's it..? What, you're just cool with that?"

Just one word. The word 'cool'. He could forgive Ted for being vague at the best of times, but not right now. At least it didn't sound like a bad thing… He had prompted for more, though, and he was hoping that it was going to continue to be a good thing even with that much needed clarification.

Ted scoffed, vaguely amused. "What's your problem, kid? D'you think I was gonna judge you or whatever?"

"Uh… Yeah?"

For some reason, Ted was expecting it to be glaringly obvious that he was on his brother's side here. He thought he made it obvious enough, in any case… "Pete… Jesus…" He tried not to laugh- after all, this was probably serious for Pete, and he'd probably been thinking about how to say that for quite a while, knowing him. "I probably kissed more guys in college than you'll ever even get with. I'm the last person who's gonna judge you for swingin' both ways."

"What?"

"Yeah, man. Kissed 'em, hooked up with 'em… Hell, I even had a half serious relationship in high school with some poor kid, who pretty much had to dig a ditch just to bury his religious guilt. Sure that guy's got a wife now…" He paused, thinking about that. He'd seen him around- he was sure of it, the guy hadn't changed in the slightest- and there was always some woman with him. Well, repression did normally only lead to more repression…

He shrugged, waving a hand dismissively. "Ehh, you get my point. Good for you for working that one out for yourself, I guess, but there's literally nothing to be nervous about… Actually, I can't believe you didn't figure me out a long time ago, you're smart enough."

"You never said anything…"

"Didn't think I had to. People tend to figure that shit out eventually."

The signs were there, weren't they? Sometimes it was in the way Ted talked about his co-workers, or the knowing glances he'd shoot someone from across the way… Pete laughed. All of the signs had been right there the whole time, and here he was thinking Ted was going to judge him for liking guys… It was funny, now he thought about it, and it did make sense. He shook off some of the tension in his shoulders. "How- uh… How'd you figure it out?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"No, go on! I wanna know!"

Ted sighed, shaking his head. Sometimes it was hard for him to admit he was just as nerdy as his brother, once upon a time. He'd strayed so far from that path that nobody would believe him if he told them how he'd chosen to decorate his college dorm, or how much he made from selling his comic collection.

"… It was fucking Knight Rider. Hasselhoff."

Pete blinked. He said nothing for a while, expecting there to be a different answer, but Ted didn't look like he was going to say anything else. "Wait, are you serious?"

"I don't know what you were expecting me to say, honestly… Yeah, my answer is David fucking Hasselhoff. No, I'm not gonna tell you how many times I watched Knight Rider…"

"Oh my god! You're such a fucking nerd!"

#starkid #peter spankoffski #ted spankoffski #nova's tags → #bisexual pete is canon to me. bisexual ted is also canon to me #i cant believe ive never put the two of these things together and had a mutual coming out #thats adorable and also so funny #thanks anon for this absolutely legendary suggestion #the world can pry fruity ted out of my cold dead hands #there is not a single straight man with the surname spankoffski. rules are rules.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 29

welcome to the twenty-ninth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. don’t know what i did to earn a love like this (but baby i must be doin’ something right) by littleghost

“I went to the desert to listen to country music.” It falls out of him, and he keeps going, voice hushed like there’s more than just him and Lance in this room. “It always reminded me of you and I would go stare at the stars, think of you, and listen to country.”

i know littleghost has been inactive in the voltron fandom since literally 2017 but i am so obsessed with their fic. im not huge on high school aus usually but this fic in particular had so many of my favourite niche headcanons that ive read this fic like twelve times. yall know how i feel about quiet devotion and its everywhere in this fic.

2. every day i wonder by kirargent

Lance has a stuffed-full backpack, a beanie pulled down over the tips of his ears, a blanket draped around his neck like a thick scarf, and his cell phone pressed to one ear. He looks like an idiot, and he’s being entirely too loud for a good cryptid hunt.

this shit made me fucking LAUGH. keith is such an ornery bitch i literally love him so much. this fic bodies the ‘fuck am i in love with HIM?? why??? why am i so HAPPY ABOUT IT???’ so well i love it

3. mortal bodies, timeless souls by @littendeservesbetter

“Wait!” Coran lets out a triumphant noise. “I got it! If my calculations stand corrected, then our visitors will be people we actually know! Keith, Lance, you two will be meeting your alternate selves today!”

Coran says it like the idea is so mundane that it takes Keith a while to process. The moment he does, however, he feels his heart drop to his stomach.

“We’re going to what?!” Lance yelps, effectively voicing out Keith’s thoughts.

Or, the castle's teludav malfunctions, alternate realities are mixed, and Keith finds out that he and Lance are a lot more... close in other realities.

they are fucking in love in every single reality in every single universe always and endlessly. they are Soulmates. i know its cheesy but im obsessed with them literally. also extra incentive this fic has pike/thunderstorm darkness

4. here comes the violence by stardon 

“Fancy seeing you here, Whiskers.”

Keith feels his tail wag in annoyance, which is almost as horrifying as his current situation. “No. Absolutely fucking not.” He looks at his bare wrist, pretending he has a watch. “How about we postpone this? My calendar says I’m free from the seventh of never through to the fifteenth of ain’t-gonna-happen, how does that work for you guys?”

Pidge looks up, quirking a brow. “Lance has an amazing influence on your humour, you know that?”

In which sometimes Keith is a bit Galra, sometimes not.

this fic is excellent because their both so obviously in love and down bad for each other but theyre both also stupid. borderline already dating but also not and driving each other insane is peak peak trope

5. Beast of Burden by melancholymango [EXPLICIT]

“Keith, no, we can’t go again.” Lance pleads fall on deaf ears. Keith is honed in on him now like predator to prey. He’s fighting a losing battle and they both know it. He sees it in the way Keith is raking his eyes over him, sizing him up. “We’ll be so late getting to the bar.”“Just one more.” Keith insists, herding Lance toward the counter with a stubbornness that is innately wolf. Lance pouts, but he doesn't have anywhere else to go but backward.“That’s what you said last time! And the time before that!”--The week leading up to a supermoon, as told by the world's best werewolf boyfriend, Lance McClain. The good, the bad, and the horny.

this is just monsterfucking but its also like soft in there. but mostly its monsterfucking

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!    

#tagging authors on this thing is so so hard #vld #voltron #klance #established klance #werewolf keith #galra keith #red paladin lance #soft klance #whipped keith #whipped lance #pike #thunderstorm darkness #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

[shouldershimmycity]

Power Outage (Rooster x Reader)

This is short and is really just a funny little thing I typed out while my own power was out. It's back on now, and I have to go sort through my refrigerator (ew).

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. It's just a quick little story.

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“Isn’t there supposed to be back up power or something?” you asked Bradley, lighting more candles. 

“No, this house is too old for that, we used to have an old generator but it broke down before I left high school,” his voice came from the other side of the room, his face appearing after he lit another candle in front of him. 

“Well that sucks, guess we’re back to ye olden… time,” you snorted. 

There was a pretty bad storm that had swept through the area. Not hurricane level, but not the usual pitter patter of rain either. A lot of people’s power was out, as you had received several text messages from the rest of the Top Gun pilots. 

“Ah crap,” Bradley sighed, “they’re saying the power won’t be back on until Monday.” 

“Aww man, I wanted to cook dinner tomorrow night,” you said in frustration. 

“I’m sorry Baby, the food will probably be bad by then anyway,” Rooster realized.

“UGH! I hate losing power!” you complained.

Bradley gave you a little hug, knowing how much situations like these stressed you out. You both sat down on the couch in the deafening silence of Bradley’s house, ears ringing from it being too quiet. Feeling like you were going to go insane from it, you sighed loudly to fill the abyss.

“Hey! I have an idea!” you sat up excitedly, patting Bradley on the shoulder quickly, “What if everyone came over here?”

“For what?” he asked, confused. There wasn’t much to really do, given that the majority of entertainment was electronic nowadays.

“Oh come on Bradley, we grew up before cell phones, let's make do,” you said, picking up your phone to send messages to everyone to meet at Bradley’s house. Getting off the couch and walking to the closet, you grabbed a cardboard box that was in the top corner and pulled it down from it’s perch. Lifting the flaps of the box, you revealed cards, poker chips, pictionary, and a few other board games.

Mr. Bradshaw was impressed with the little stockpile, nodding his head along to your idea, “touche.”

*****

When everyone had everything taken care of at their own houses, they made their way over. Phoenix was the first to arrive, having picked up Bob on the way. Coyote and Payback showed up next, with some chips and salsa. Maverick, bless his heart, brought peanut butter and jelly fix ins, and even Hangman showed up, bringing his… charming self. Needless to say it was the best idea anyone had out of all of you. Without it everyone would have been sitting at home in the dark. (Which is what I’m doing now and I hate every minute of it). Now, everyone was cracking up at Bradley, who had a sticky note on his forehead with the word “mustache” scribbled on it.

“Am I a food?” he asked slowly.

“No.”

“Nah.”

“Nope.”

“Am I an object?” you asked the group in the same tone.

“Nope”

“Nada.”

“Am I… an F-14 Tomcat,” Maverick asked and the room went silent.

“How the fuck did you get that on the first try?” you asked him in awe, “you totally cheated!”

“Not my first rodeo,” he stated, tearing the sticky note off.

“Okay… we’ll come back to that…” Bradley gave Maverick some side eye before focusing back on your face. 

“Am I an object?” he squinted at you.

“Yes,” you confirmed. 

“Am I hard?” he asked, deep in thought.

“Not that I can tell,” you said with a deadpan expression, looking right into his crotch. Several bursts of laughter filled the room. 

“Ha Ha, am I though?” he questioned, too into the game now.

“Technically no,” you shook your head. 

“Damn.”

“Am I… an animal?” you guessed.

“Yep.”

“Yeah.”

“Am I small?”

“Relatively yes.”

“I’d say so.”

You grinned at the man in front of you who was now sweating nervously. You already knew you had won.

“Am I… a bird?” you guessed.

“Haha, she’s got you man.”

“Yes haha.”

“Am I… Bradley Bradshaw?” you laughed.

“NOOOO!” Rooster cried in defeat. He lost every round and somehow Maverick was incredibly good at it. 

“Hahaha! Yes! Sweet victory!” you screamed, “and YOU my friend, the answer was right under your nose.”

Bradley’s confused expression turned to mild annoyance when he saw what was written on his note, “...fuck it really was.”

*****

While everyone ate peanut butter and jelly with chips and salsa for dinner, everyone shared wild stories they had from the navy.

“A-and then, he’s going off about everything,” Hangman chuckled, “and the Admiral walks in right behind him.” Everyone gasped, and Seresin shook his head, still laughing, “he holds it up, and is like ‘who’s fucking pants are these?’ and the Admiral just says…” he’s too far gone to finish the story, wheezing himself into oblivion and everyone is laughing with him.

“Did I ever tell you about that time when I–” Maverick started.

“Yes,” you said, completely serious. 

“You don’t even know what I was going to say–” he defends.

“Yes I did,” you state, still serious.

Maverick sighed, waiting for you to be done.

“Sorry, go on,” you encourage.

“Did I ever tell you about that time when I was inverted and I scared off a MiG 28?”

“Did I ever tell you about that time when I was inverted and I scared off a MiG 28?”

Maverick was dumbfounded, and you still looked at him in complete seriousness after quoting him word for word at the same time he said it.

“...Yes, yes you did,” you said, cracking up at his face, “but we can hear it again.”

The captain rubbed his hands over his face. He loved you, but sometimes he wanted to drop you off in the middle of Baghdad and have you find your way home.

*****

Eventually everyone started to trickle out, having to return home and check up on their own situations, but it was a fun little party while it lasted. Packing everything back into its box, you smiled over at Bradley who was snoring on the couch. 

The power may be out, but you guys made it work. You always made it work.

#top gun x reader #top gun maverick #rooster #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader

[ky-uwu]

defense {kyle broflowski x reader} {oneshot}

synopsis.

amidst the skankhunt42 events, you inadvertently get your crush kyle and close friend heidi together in an effort to separate her and cartman.

things get a little messy.

cw. harsh language, offensive insults

also cw: this kinda sucks LOL

everyone here is aged up to highschool, 15-16. i was gonna keep them in fourth but when i reread it it felt off idk. constructive criticism is welcome i will cry if ur mean to me tho

it was no secret that heidi's relationship with cartman was a toxic one.

you felt bad for her; you really did. you knew that her relationship with cartman was produced by her feelings of loneliness. you wanted to help her, but didn't really know how; the girls just ripped on her for dating the biggest dickhead in school, and offered no comfort.

you really knew it wasn't your place, but nothing you said to heidi got through to her. you figured the last thing you could do was talk to cartman's friends about the situation. of the group, you and kyle were the closest, and knew the rest in passing. you had developed a small crush on kyle as you spent time together studying before things got crazy. unfortunately you hadn't spoken to him recently. in spite of everything, you hoped at the very least kyle would hear you out.

at lunch, you decided to walk to their table, a pit of nerves in your stomach. as you got closer, you could hear cartman shit talking heidi.

stan had been the first to see you coming over, as he nudged kyle and nodded his head in your direction. he looked up, confused. you could feel yourself turn red.

"um, hey... guys," you waved, internally cringing at yourself. everyone at the table now had their eyes trained on you. you had never felt so out of place before.

cartman stopped complaining mid sentence and visibly eyed you up and down. "fuck no, leave." your frown deepened.

"um, yeah (y/n), no offense but why are you over here?" stan asked.

you had started to answer, when you heard another voice call out cartman's name. you glanced over to see heidi walking over with a smile.

"hi cartman! and, (y/n)? what are you doing over here?"

"oh, um, you know. the girls were being a little annoying so..." you bit the inside of your lip anxiously. it wasn't necessarily abnormal for you to sit with the guys sometimes when the girls were being a little too much - but with the tension between the boys and the girls recently you hadn't in a while. which, in a word, sucked, since that meant less time with kyle.

heidi gave a shrug and smiled at cartman, who looked like he wanted nothing more than for her to leave. your brow furrowed as she invited him to sit together for lunch and he begrudgingly followed along. you took his empty seat and started explaining,

"look, i'm worried about heidi. cartman is a fucking ass, and she's hurting. the girls just make fun of her and it's not helping. can you guys like, i dunno, do something? make them split?"

"i've been trying!" kyle interjects, and you look over to him with a puzzled look. "i've been saying we need to do something, but they won't listen!" he gestures to the guys around him angrily.

stan shakes his head. "it's not our business dude. she'll leave when she realizes how horrible he is." butters nodded in agreement. "yeah fellas, we really have no right to get involved."

"you're fucking joking, right? how can you just let him treat her like that?" you knew coming over here wasn't the best idea - this was just making you frustrated. "you know, forget it!" you slammed your hands on the table and pushed yourself up. you glanced up at kyle who gave you a concerned look, and left the cafeteria with a huff.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

you made your way back to your locker to hang out there for the rest of lunch. you were just gonna have to deal with this yourself, you thought bitterly. you heard the door from the cafeteria open and was surprised to see kyle coming over to you.

he started talking before you could say anything. "i want to help you break them up." you turned towards him. "really?"

he nodded, and explained how he had been trying for a while to get the guys to understand that cartman was being pretty cruel to heidi.

"okay, then. i think you should talk to her. whenever i try, it doesn't get to her. i think she needs someone else's perspective." you said, and looked to kyle to see what he thought.

"i can talk to her after school today, then." you smiled at him.

"i appreciate you helping me, i'm so worried about heidi..." you frowned slightly and looked off dejectedly.

you hoped this worked.

you startled when a sudden warmth grabbed your hand, and looked over with wide eyes to kyle smiling sweetly at you.

"i'm glad to help you, (y/n). and heidi. it's been a while since we've talked anyways."

you felt your face flush and lip slightly quiver at his words. "y-yeah," you stammered. "i want things to go back to normal." he let go of your hand and nodded. "yeah, me too. though, can't say i'm not glad the fatass is gonna get his heartbroken, though..."

you let out a laugh at his insult. "well, i'm gonna go back to the guys. i'll talk to you later!" he waved goodbye as you watched him disappear behind the double doors.

maybe when this was all over, you'd invite him over to study again.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the next day, while you were at your locker before class, heidi ran up to you.

she looked happier than ever.

"(y/n)!(y/n)!" she called out. she stopped running when she got to you, a little out of breath. "i did it! we broke up!" you offered her a smile, knowing your efforts with kyle worked.

"i'm glad. he sucked,"

but why the change of heart?" you watched as she pulled out a pretty envelope from her bag. "kyle actually talked me into it. he said such nice things to me..." she trailed off, and her face flushed. "i think i actually really like kyle - i made this to give to him," she held up what she made.

your smile fell as she continued. "i'm gonna give him this later. i kinda think we're dating now - is that shallow? am i a bad person?"

you fiddled with your backpack straps, not really knowing what to say. "um, of course not heidi. you deserve to be happy. cartman can suck it." she giggled excitedly. "you could say that again. do you wanna see what i wrote to kyle?"

"um, i'd love to, but i just remembered i told ms. nelson i'd meet her before class. so, i should go." you turned and left before she could say anything else. you hoped she didn't notice you were definitely going in the opposite direction of ms.nelson's room.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kyle had waved at you in class, but you turned away. you knew you had really no reason to be upset with him, but it definitely did suck.

you hoped you could get over it soon.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the next morning, you could hear yelling as you entered school, and saw a crowd in the middle of the hall.

"what's going on?" you asked a kid who was passing by, probably to go watch. "there's a fight! kyle and cartman, over heidi!" you felt your brow twitch.

fuck that, you thought, and turned away.

but what if kyle got hurt? cartman could so much as trip and if he landed on kyle just right he'd break a leg or something.

but kyle was more than capable of beating cartman's ass...

you shook your head and just went to class.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

by the time lunch came around, everyone was talking about what happened earlier.

especially the girls.

"heidi, i'd give anything to have 2 guys fight over me like that." bebe laughed with the other girls as heidi looked away bashfully.

comments like "isn't it so romantic" were being thrown around and you could tell heidi was eating it up.

"good god guys, can we talk about something else?" you asked bitterly, looking up from the table.

"what the fuck is your problem, (y/n)?" bebe snapped, and all their heads turned to you. you sighed, "i'm just tired of hearing about it. not even a week ago you were making fun of her, and now you're gushing. give me a fucking break, guys."

"christ, you're just jealous you're not the one kyle's pining after. no one's forcing you to sit with us, you can leave you know." bebe quipped back harshly. you opened your mouth to snap back, but decided against it. you stood up and stormed out.

on your way to the lockers, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

from: bebe

we don't think you should come to heidi's dinner tonight

you clicked your tongue in annoyance and put it back. go figure.

well, this fucking blows, you thought. you felt tears welling up in your eyes as you put your back against the lockers and slowly slumped the floor.

how did it end up like this? you had just wanted to see heidi happy again - just not happy with the boy you had a sappy crush on. you stared at the set of lockers ahead of you, thinking about how if you just never went to that damned table, you wouldn't be crying in the hallway like a baby. that maybe -

"(y/n)?" you barely heard someone say your name as you looked up to see a bright orange jacket worn by arguably the last person you wanted to see.

"kyle?" you quickly brought your sleeves up and wiped your eyes.

"you looked pretty upset, what happened?" he kneeled down next to you, and you scooted away slightly.

"um, it doesn't matter," you picked at your nails. "uh, bebe made fun of me about a test i failed. you know how mean bebe can be..."

kyle definitely didn't look convinced. you asked about this morning before he had a chance to pry further.

he snorted and laughed bitterly. "cartman's so fucking stupid. he came over and slammed me into the lockers, saying how i took everything from him. i hit him once and it was done." he looked kinda proud of himself. confidence wasn't something that exactly oozed off kyle, which you never understood. in your eyes, he deserved all the confidence in the world.

"wouldn't expect any different."

a weird silence washed over you as you rested your back against the lockers again.

"um, congrats on you and heidi. i'm glad you're making her happy again." you glanced at him from the corner of your eye and saw him smile softly.

"yeah, she's great." you looked back at the lockers. you didn't wanna keep talking to him like this.

"the girls are going out later to celebrate."

"yeah, heidi told me. we're going out after too."

you hummed in response.

"hm. well, i should go back. don't let whatever bebe said get to you." you nodded as he patted your shoulder and got up to return to the cafeteria.

yeah, this definitely fucking blows.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

when your alarm rang the next morning, you had no desire to get up and go to school. pressing snooze for the third time, you flopped onto your back and started at the ceiling.

you had your eyes closed for about 20 seconds before your mom came into your room, and forced you out of bed.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

as you walked into school, you could tell something was up.

well, something was always up in south park. but the air felt thicker. as you approached your locker, you saw heidi leaning against it, looking at her nails.

here we go

"um, hey heidi." you greeted shakily. she looked up with a cold gaze.

"i wanted to talk about what bebe said yesterday. is that ok?"

you shrugged in response, a little confused. what was going on?

"did she mean it? are you jealous of me?" she stepped closer to you, and you stepped back.

"no, of course not, heidi. i don't really know what that was all about. or what the fuck you're on about right now either," you stepped back again.

"oh, okay," she sang, voice getting louder. "so you don't have feelings for kyle? she was lying about that?" her lips quirked up as your face fell. a couple people started to crowd around you as they started murmuring to one another.

you stared at her in bewilderment. "what the fuck is your deal?"

"god, eric was right about the both of you. is that why you like him? because you're both sneaky manipulative pussies?""

you felt anger boil in your chest as you realized cartman was involved.

"of fucking course you're back with him. heidi, just move the fuck out of my way. we're not doing this." you glared at the girl in front of you. she started laughing as she walked forward again.

"eric's not the issue. it's you. you were too busy trying to manipulate me into breaking things off, you couldn't see how no one fucking likes you!"

you gripped your backpack straps tight and you could feel a burning sensation in your eyes. you turned to go but she grabbed your shoulder. "look at yourself. can you really blame kyle for choosing me over you?"

before you even knew what you were doing, you felt your fist connect with heidi's face.

and then you suddenly found yourself on top of her, punching her even more with tears streaming down your face.

if there wasn't a crowd before, there certainly was now.

you suddenly felt someone grab you from under your arms and drag you up. you were heaving at this point, face covered in tears.

"you need to calm down," a familar voice came from right behind you.

a voice you recognized all too well.

"kyle..." you whispered. you felt more tears well up in your eyes as you stopped squirming and he let go of you.

this was all too much. you didn't even want to look at what you did to heidi, and you didn't know if you could handle kyle's disappointed gaze that you felt you deserved.

"heidi, i-i'm sorry-" you stepped forward, but cartman had pushed his way through to her side. "oh my god, what the fuck did you do to her you fucking skank?!" he started walking towards you, and you were certain he was gonna have you on the floor in another second.

before that could happen, you were shoved back as kyle put himself in between the two of you.

"cartman, i swear to god if you take another step i'll beat the shit out of you again!" kyle spat. you couldn't see what eric was doing from where you were, but you assume he backed off. you saw eric and heidi weave through the crowd of people. they eventually dispersed.

kyle had turned around, but you stared at the floor. at this point, the adrenaline was wearing off and your knuckles started to ache.

you don't know how long you both stood there, but it felt like eternity.

kyle was the first to break the silence. "i can take you to the nurse," he quietly offered. you bit your lip. of everyone, you definitely did not deserve his kindness.

"i'll go myself." you mumbled, and turned to walk away. you heard footsteps behind you, and soon kyle was trailing by your side.

you didn't say a word to each other.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kyle waited outside the office as the nurse gave you an ice pack.

she hadn't really spoken to you, but you didn't miss the judgmental looks she passed your way.

"go straight to the principal." was all she said, then she dismissed you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kyle wordlessly followed you to the office, and sat beside you as you held the ice on your hands. you could hear heidi and cartman from the other side of the door. you kept your gaze down.

"why are you here, kyle?" you muttered, voice soft and trembling.

"i wanted to make sure you're okay."

"why?" you looked over to him and felt the burning in your eyes for the nth time that day. kyle averted his gaze and he was playing with the tips of his gloves. "i feel like this is my fault."

you blinked at him a couple times, not really understanding. his fault? was it not you who just beat the shit out of a girl?

"i'd argue this is definitely not your fault," you sighed. "listen, i don't know how much of what she said you heard. but i don't want to talk about it. i still don't understand how you're not angry with me."

there was a pause before he spoke. "heidi broke it off last night, before our date. she didn't outright say it, but she basically said i manipulated her. that, 'it's in my heritage' to be conniving."

you wanted to say that you're sorry, that he didn't deserve that. but you couldn't find the words.

"then, she mentioned you. how you were the one who... manipulated me? to be manipulative? however the fuck that works." he gave a short dry laugh. "the whole thing confused me. until i saw her walk away with cartman, then i understood what was happening."

"i'm still confused," you said. "how is this your fault?"

kyle turned to face you fully, and you turned your head to look at him. "listen. don't... don't listen to what heidi said. i... was selfish. i did really think cartman was treating her terribly - i wanted them to split for heidi's sake. but a part of me wanted to piss cartman off. and i realized getting with heidi was one of the best ways to do that."

you stared at the boy in front of you, at a loss for words. you know you should feel disgusted; technically he used heidi as a weird revenge pawn. really, heidi breaking things off was a weird way of karma doing its thing.

but it didn't feel like that.

you really didn't know how to feel about any of this.

"it's... still not your fault. cartman's a fucking dick. and i'm the one who lost my temper." you looked up and met his eyes.

"yeah, because of me." he said grimly. you sighed and looked down again. why was he being so stubborn about this?

"i know you said you don't want to talk about it, but please (y/n), be honest with me. you were jealous?" he sounded almost pained to ask the question.

you nodded slightly. "i know it's pathetic," you mumbled. you jumped when he grabbed your hand, careful to avoid the ice packs.

"no, it's me who's pathetic. god," he let out a heavy sigh. "i, um, have feelings for you."

your head snapped over to him immediately. "kyle," you said sternly. "please don't do this out of pity." a look of hurt showed on his face.

"no, no, you're not understanding." you could tell he was getting frustrated as his free hand power gripped his knee. "when we stopped hanging out, and you stopped coming by during lunch, i thought i did something wrong. but i didn't want to pester you, and i kind of just, gave up. i was so glad when you came by again, though the circumstances sucked." he took his hand off of yours and sighed. "i know i fucked up here. i'm sorry doesn't even cut it."

you tapped your fingers on the armrest as you thought about what to say. "i don't have it in me to, not forgive you. a apart of me thinks you're a selfish asshole," you glanced at him and saw his face fall. "but, i clearly fucked up here too. we all fucked up. you're not a bad person, kyle."

you put your hand on his weakly. "i think we both need time to figure things out. but, i want to figure things out together." you smiled at him.

"yeah," he said, gripping your hand. "we'll figure things out together."

#kyle broflovski x reader #south park #this suuuucks

[supernovafics]

✧∘ଂ ࿐ ཾ 𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵. ✭・.・✫・゜・。.

pairing: ex-bestfriend!steve x fem!reader

word count: 686 words

warnings: explicit language

series masterlist | last part — next part

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❝ 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆. ❞

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Dear Steve,

It’s honestly hard to say for sure if I don’t have feelings for you anymore. The obvious answer should be no since we haven’t talked to each other in so long. But, full transparency, there was no moment where I realized that I no longer liked you in that way. Instead, the feelings just got buried deep down and pushed to the side because there was nowhere else for them to go.

I think it actually would be better if I didn’t like you anymore because all I want for us is to at least be friends again. I just wanna be able to talk to you again, about nothing but also everything, sit in your car again, watch a movie with you that you’d probably hate again.

Quite literally do anything with you again. And I especially don’t want to mess things up this time around. 

Anyway, let’s talk about the mundane shit I would be telling you, or probably would have already told you, if we were actually talking right now.

I definitely would have told you that I am still in California and I’m currently going to college here. 

Also, I’m a film major, which may come as a surprise, but also maybe not? My movie obsession was already pretty strong in Hawkins, and it only became so much more serious here, so in my mind, it was pretty inevitable. I am also (sadly) minoring in accounting to make my parents somewhat happy. 

I honestly don’t know exactly what I want to do in film just yet, but I’m working on a set right now for this indie movie, and that’s really cool. I’m only getting coffees and lunches for everyone and doing other busy work, but I still love the environment.

I also live with the most insane roommate in the world (in hindsight, I should have never taken her number off one of those boards where people offer their tutoring and dog-walking services). But, the apartment we have is really close to a beach so it makes the shitty roommate situation slightly okay. The beach honestly reminds me a lot of the one we went to that first summer. The boardwalk has the same energy and there’s a photo booth right outside a crappy arcade. But, the ocean doesn’t feel scary here. 

I remember that summer we both had been too nervous to get in the water. Even though we’d swim in your pool practically all of the time, there was just something so daunting about those waves.  

This beach is different, so much calmer, I think you’d like it just as much as I do. The first time I stepped foot in the sand there, I thought of you. 

It’s always the most random of things that remind me of you. And even the most mundane things too. Like, over a week ago I was walking to class and I saw some guy wearing those pair of Nikes that you used to wear religiously in middle school. And I softly laughed because I remembered how many times I had begged you to get rid of those sneakers because of how destroyed they were and because they smelled so bad. But, you would always tell me that you could never get rid of them because they were your “lucky pair,” I never understood what you meant by that, so I would always just roll my eyes at that response. Eventually, you grew out of them though, thank God. 

I was gonna ask if you still think about me sometimes, but I don’t know if I wanna hear your answer because it could so easily be no. 

That’s probably the worst part about writing these letters. I have no idea where your head’s at with everything that happened. 

Maybe you’ve already somehow gotten your own closure with everything, so everything I wrote is pointless to you. Or maybe what we were is so far in the past for you that none of this even matters to you anymore.

There are so many fucking possibilities. And that nerve-wracking thought makes me really not wanna send these. 

Sincerely,

Y/N

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fic #steve harrington series #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things smut

[holdmytesseract]

Tom hiddleston & 'and baby I know, I know whatever city you're in your still be the boy that I'd pick in a line of over 30 hot guys' (vacation bible school)

a/n: Yep, I loved this. 😁 Hope you love it, too, nonny! ☺️

Warnings: this is veeery spicy, some swear words, jealousy, alcohol, Tom being quite a bit possessive

Also... Sorry Chris! 😬

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Based on this song: (I hope it's the right one!)

Possession

Had it been a good idea from Tom to drag you - his best friend, turned fuck buddy along with him to the premier of 'Infinity War'? Probably not. Like... Not at all. Especially after having a certain amount of alcohol flowing through your veins. And alcohol did funny things to you. For example, causing you to get more... self-conscious and lose (all) your inhibitions. Tom knew that - and nevertheless, he asked you to join him. Perhaps he hoped, that you'd never get this far to reach that point, but... of course, you did - and that was, where you were now; almost stumbling from one drink to the next on the afterparty.

At the beginning, everything had been fine, for sure. You were sober, happy that he asked you to join him, showing off as best friends on the red carpet - although, humour held it that you were more than just friends, which wasn't incorrect, but also not a hundred percent true either. Nobody knew of your 'dirty little secret'. That you were friends on the surface, but rolled around the sheets together, when nobody was watching. And the sex was without, a doubt, phenomenal. The best you ever had. So, after all, it was a win-win situation for both, you and Tom, so...

The premier itself was great. You got to meet so many cool and awesome people, ate exquisite food and enjoyed a succeeded movie. It was awesome. And then there was the afterparty... Which you and Tom wouldn't have missed, of course. Not with everybody else assuaging you to go as well; almost pleading you to join. So how could you say no? Especially to Chris Evans' puppy dog eyes. Speaking of... The man had laid an eye on, clearly. You knew it. Tom knew it - and perhaps everybody else knew. He wasn't exactly good at hiding it. And now here you were... On the party, drunk as hell, another drink in your hands and on the verge of dirty dancing with Chris fucking Evans. Yep, this all got messed up pretty bad very quickly...

Tom watched from the side-lines; his own drink in hands. The Brit's eyes never left yours. Blue orbs burning holes inside your laughing, drunk and utterly gorgeous body. He took a sip of his drink. Unbeknownst to you - and most likely everybody else, had the man developed over the few years he had known you now a little crush. Okay, admittedly it was a huge crush; those deep feelings he harboured inside his heart for you growing with every single day. It's just silly, that you both swore to not involve feelings into play. You agreed on friendship and sex - nothing more, nothing less. Nowadays, with every time he slept with you, it became more difficult for Tom to keep his feelings under control - and he wasn't sure how long he was able to hold back. But on the other hand... He didn't want to ruin the friendship you shared with him. You were a way too precious friend for him to lose, and if it meant for him that he could keep you as such, he was willing to hold back his feelings for the rest of his life. He had to.

Your shrieking laugh ripped the actor out of his thoughts, eyes immediately landing on you. You were dancing with Lizzie now - who was equally as drunk as you were, having the time of your life's. Tom frowned. Where was Ev- Before he could finish this thought, he saw said Chris more or less staggering over to him, fresh beer in hands. Tom cursed internally, ruffling his blonde-brown locks. Not now, please not now. The Brit liked Chris. He really did, with all his heart. He adorned this man and fellow acting colleague, but... Now was just not the right time. Not if he wanted to poke the bear. Not after Tom had seen him dancing so... sluttishly with his best friend; shamelessly placing his hands on her hips and grinding his crotch against her ass. No.

"Ahhh, mate!" Chris hollered, plopping down on the bar stool beside Tom. "What a great evening, right?" He clapped Tom on the shoulder. "You enjoying yourself? Because, o-ho-ho man, I do." The brown-haired man laughed - way too loud and wrapped an arm around Tom's shoulder. "Your friend is just... wow... She's fuckin' gorgeous! Man, believe me when I tell you, that woman's pushin' aaaall the right buttons." Tom gritted his teeth at his friend's words, trying hard to keep his cool and not let the alcohol and jealousy take over and punch his dear friend in the face. He couldn't do that. He shouldn't do that - but he would.

"Mhm, she is, indeed." Tom said, jaw still clenched. Chris giggled like a schoolboy, not paying quite attention to Tom's answer. "Maybe I can make it to take her home with me tonight. Do you think I can?" Thin ice, Evans... Very thin ice... "You can try, mate, but I think you won't be lucky. Usually, she doesn't do things like this, when she is drunk." Hence, of course you were absolutely doing things like this when you were drunk. Without that, Tom and you wouldn't have ended up as fuck buddies... "Aww, too bad." Chris said, pouting, before he started to wiggle his eyebrows. "Maybe I can show 'er what I got." Not if I do it first. "Good luck." Tom simply answered, before emptying his glass and stood up, making his way over to you, leaving his drunk friend behind. The Brit was on a mission now. He would not let this happen... You ending up in Chris' bed tonight. There was only one bed he ever wanted to see your sexy ass in - his. Only his.

Harshly grabbing your hips and pulling your ass back against his crotch - just like Chris did, Tom ripped you out of your dancing bubble, causing you to shriek up. Once you noticed it was Tom, you started to giggle, moving your hips in sync with his. Everybody here was too drunk anyway to remember how Tom danced with you, so... Tom didn't hold back. "Whatcha doin', Tommy?" You were drunk, but you could still tell that your 'best friend' was jealous, when you turned to face him. His eyes clearly betrayed him. "What does it look like, darling? Showing you how much better I am than Evans." Tom practically growled, before spinning your body around again, pressing his crotch even firmer against your bottom, causing you to moan shamelessly. Again, you were drunk. As if you had the strength to stifle that moan... Certainly not.

Though the moan faded into another giggle, as your foggy brain came to the conclusion, that he really must be jealous. "Are you jealous, Tommy?" You asked, still giggling. "Don't worry, 'cause baby I know, I know whatever city you're in, you're still the boy that I'd pick in a line up of, like 30 hot guys." "Is that so?" Tom growled, feeling the jealousy still pumping through his veins. "Mhm, yep, definitely." "Well, then you better start proving it to me, girl."

#tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #tom hiddleston imagines #tom hiddleston drabble

[fan-a-tink]

Young Royals S3 thoughts

EP 1

First word of the season is crown prince.

The queen is ill. taking pills. Simply depressed or something else too? 

„Was this how you imagined it would be?“ „No, this is better.“ My heart.

Settling the video issue outside the courts. Simon just wants it to be over - Linda why are you not listening to your son?

Fuck you Rickard for telling everyone about Simon and the drug thing anyway. That was so unnecessary!

And then they all just signed anyway?

The queen having a breakdown scares the shit out of me. Wille is going to have to take over so soon, and the responsibility will be the death of him and Simon.

Madison is the only one seeing that something is actually wrong with Felice, and she’s trying to be such a good friend. 

Farima seems cool!

Simon grounded. wtf, I don’t like it. And it’s not exactly his fault he didn’t tell Linda about everything that was going on - like she has to take some blame there too.

Vincent you fucking idiot. I hate you. You don’t get to blame Wille for this. And don’t you DARE talk to a reporter.

That kiss, in the library, and everyone going absolutely quiet - AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Crown prince.. and your boyfriend! - AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

I’m not sure they are really listening to each other, actually. Please guys, no more miscommunication!

YES, Wille!!! Show off your boyfriend and shut down their reactions with that look of ‚that’s my boyfriend, and if anyone has a problem with that, they have a problem with me!“

Fucking hate Vincent. „You and Wilhelm can sit together on the bus out to the slums.“ Fuck you Vincent. - Also, is it bad that I think August actually handled that situation really well?

Sara, my love - do you need a hug? 

That heart on the hand is a heartstopper reference, and no one will ever convince me otherwise!

So Marcus talked about Simon to the press. As if we needed any confirmation that he was a dickhead. Good riddance.

Simon don’t respond to the tweets!!!!

Foolish. But brave. - Yes, that sums up Wille pretty well :)

Wille saying „I wish I could ask him“ about Erik breaks my heart. Look at his eyes when he says it! There is so much grief which he has not processed at all. 

Sara going to Micke. I love that he takes her in, but also, she should really talk to someone else, not rekindle the extremely strained / non-existent relationship with her dad which was so traumatic to her! Saraaaaaaaa, please talk to your mum, or a therapist. Anyone!

Wille waking up peacefully smiling and redrawing the heart on his hand. This is joy. 

Ok that initiation shit sounds traumatizing as hell - who the fuck thought that would be a good idea? 

And no, Vincent, shut the fuck up, you don’t get to blame Wille for any of this!!!! Just fuck right off!

Did Simon keep that seat for Wille? 🥰

Simon’s expression at ‚Is it true? Did it happen to you?‘ And ‚what about the other stuff?‘ - just not able to comprehend how Wille could have done any of it. Ohhh, I smell drama on the horizon, and I don’t like it.

I love that them hearing about the restrictions makes them hold hands even tighter. I love that they can just do that now, in public, in school, in front of everyone. Still not over it. 

The new principal’s smile gives me serial killer vibes.

Aaaaahhhhh, I’m not ready for the drama, I’m not ready for the discussions, the tensions, the secrets, for any of it!!! I’m scared to keep going, because I don’t want them to have to go through any of it - haven’t they suffered enough? Haven’t we suffered enough? 

#young royals #young royals season 3 #yr s3 spoilers #young royals s3 #yr s3 #yr spoilers

[lermisv4]

For anyone who has read the 2099 comics, the implications of Miguel having children is TERRIFYING.

For anyone who DOESN’T know (SPOILER ALERT):

So: Miguel is the illegitimate child of the Alchemax CEO Tyler Stone who is the main antagonist of his series and his mother Conchata O’Hara, who was married to some guy whose name I don’t remember right now.

It was an affair from both their sides and everyone but Mr. O’Hara knew it. Stone’s wife and Conchata were friends even. Before Tyler Stone fucking murdered her, that is (his wife).

So, Miguel grew up thinking he was his mother’s and her husbands full biological son. He got his “Luke I’m your father” moment because he overheard his mom telling Stone NOT to tell Miguel the truth. Fun stuff. At least he took the time to deal with that bombshell on his own and got to clapback on Stone.

So from his mom’s side of the family he has this younger half-brother Gabriel. Family situation was EXTREMELY FUCKING BAD and not because of the cheating but because Mr. O’Hara was an abusive fuck who beat his wife and kids. Oh, and he was working at Alchemax, so he saw his genium STEM-field son Miguel as his ticket to a promotion. Not too many details given here but Miguel hadd this elaborate revenge plan to have the man live long enough to suffer from ALL the organ failures and face the humiliation of being utterly helpless at the old age and when the dude died too soon he cried because that got ruined.

Not that Conchata is a saint. Other than the whole cheating thing (I should mention here that she hates Stone’s guts for what he did to his wife), she’s also introduced being locked in a psych yard for unspecified reasons, having an also unspecified criminal past (enough to know how to get away with murder and being ready to commit it), and a drinking and smoking problem. She was also heavily favouriting Gabriel and the cost of Miguel.

So... now you may wonder what Miguel’s problem with Gabriel is! Enter the love triangles. Or rather, the dodecahedrons.

Short version: Gabriel was engaged to Dana and Miguel was engaged to Xina. Then Miguel and Dana met, fell in love at first sight and started cheating on their fiances. The previous engagements broke off and Miguel and Dana got engaged. There are still feeling flying around in all directions but at least Gabriel and Dana are still good friends and know how to communicate. Gabriel also has a new girlfriend Kasey. She becomes important. Xina is single and still wants Miguel.

So, Miggy stole Gabi’s fiancee and that’s pretty bad, right? At least they got a decent ending? WELL IT DOESN’T END THERE.

After Miguel entered Spider-Man mode, Kasey fell in love with Spider-Man and dumped Gabriel, but then she got the idea that Gabriel was Spider-Man and got back together with him. Problem, Gabriel knows that his brother is Spider-Man and while he knows Miguel isn’t responsible for his relationship troubles intellectually, dude already stole his old fiancee once so there’s some resentment here.

And speaking of Dana...

Again because of the Spider-Man thing and the typical relationship troubles that come with it, Dana starts emotionally cheating on Miguel with Tyler Stone. Yes, Miguel’s bio-dad. No, she doesn’t know.

“Wow, that’s nasty” you may say. Well it didn’t stay nasty for long because Dana got killed in a shoutout against Venom.

Who is Venom you may ask? Why, Tyler Stone’s legitimate child, of course!

Kron Stone is a right psychopath and half the reason why the Punisher exists in this verse. Kid tried to commit murder several times since he was a kid. Kill Miguel in particular because Alchemax has a private school for the children of the employees. Fun stuff.

And then Miguel gets sent back in time because of Superior Spider-Man. Enter the new GF and by far his most healthy relationship by far, Tempest Monroe. Lots of drama here too but it was mostly their parents screwing over her and Miggy instead of them having issues with each other. Btw, Tempest also got pregnant with Gabriel O’Hara junior and I won’t get into spoilers but eventual happy ending.

“But I heard Miguel married Xina?” Yeah, well, that’s in one continuity. Peter David tends to ignore that particular bit because of some behind the scenes chaos (and he didn’t write that part).

Anyway, if any part of this backstory applies in the new movie, then I’m extremely worried for everyone involved with Miguel.

#spider-man: into the spider-verse #spider-man: across the spider-verse #miguel o'hara #spider-man 2099 #original post

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

You guys know something else that drives me crazy 👀 when they’re a couple but also not a couple….

Like get this you cuddle then you kiss them, maybe u guys get it one few times 👀 but neither one ever talks about it afterwards cause they don’t want to be the one to cement it or!!! Or! One of them wants it to happen but doesn’t know how the other feels so they choose to stay silent instead. Ugh and don’t get me started on practically living with each other but one of them still has their separate place they paying for even though they don’t even live there half the month🙄.

I KNOW THOUGH todoroki fully believes y’all are soon to be married like- imagine y’all never explicitly say you two are a thing- you are NO cheater but is not cheating when your not together-even if you wouldn’t mind being with Shouto-Like it even! BUT He’s a busy guy. Sure he buys you all sorts of expensive goodies but he’s rich? Isn’t that what people with money do? So why should you think you’re special. Sure you guys have gone and hidden from a few crowds just to get a quickie in after a mission but you know…adrenaline and shit! You’ve probs seen denki and minoru sneak off with a few girls after missions too so what’s the difference??? The difference is they probs wouldn’t get mad if one of their hook ups messed around with someone else. Imagine- you show up at one of your fancy hang outs at one of the newest restaurants (cause once again-he’s rich, all rich people just causally choose candle lit dinners as hang outs right?) sporting some fresh bruises on your neck from an imprompt make out session (cause who doesn’t want you) and why would you hide them? There’s no secrets between besties-Shouto looks absolutely floored, dumbfounded. Please this man is head empty, not processing what he’s seeing. And just abruptly stands up. Your like ??? Bro we just got here what happened? But damn he’s starting to look less confused and more pissed off and now you’re like 🙂…🙃…☹️? Until both of you are quite a bit away from the restaurant and prying eyes does he finally turn to you and Fuck he looks angry. ☹️☹️☹️. “ you cheated on me” ….what? Please, I feel so bad for everyone in this situation. You’re confused and hurt and upset cause wtf you had no idea Shouto even thought of you as anything other then a close friend and Shouto is obviously going through a breakdown and you just barely got him home before he started naming off every single instance he’s ever done something romantic with you-and yeah… okay now that he is making a list it’s pretty obvious-but look you genuinely didn’t know and even though his hurt is very real he can also tell you are being very much honest. It’s definitely going to take a while before you two are back to norm- oh no wait he’s at you’re apartment door the next day, those gourmet chocolates you live so much along with flowers and he’s definitely going to make sure you know this is him coming to you as more then a friend.

Bakugou- ohhhh bakugou. He’s definitely the childhood friends to lovers. Why? Cause I said so. You guys definitely had a little “she’s my girlfriend-no one can touch her” moment in elementary. Him picking you up little dandelions but only the poofy ones so you could pretend to make little explosions with him 🥺. You definitely didn’t go to the same middle school. Only cause he was a little shot and you for sure would have called him out on his behavior-nah, you guys would meet up after at parks and shit where he wound being you sodas and snacks and definitely still little dandelions. You guys get separated during his UA years, each of you go off to do your own thing and grow as your own person. Meet again at some point-a little before he’s super well known as a pro hero, maybe it’s all cute and shit at some park just after catching some low level villain. He sees you in the middle of some trees and wildflowers and he’s like damn they are familiar then he realizes the only flower u got out of the whole bunch is just a bunch of fluffy dandelion heads and he’s like !!!!!. Maybe at some point after y’all have reconnected and shit (and obvi you guys are close! You’ve known each other since you were kids!) it’s not weird for you guys to be comfortable with each other, hugging and cooking together(him cooking mostly💀), maybe the occasion kiss on the forehead or cheek-your apartment is part of a collapse after a villain attack and you’re all worried about having to find a new place-he’s like? “Are you fucking with me? Just move in already” (Aw how sweet! You’re friend let you move in with him while you search!💐) obviously this only brings you guys closer together and bakugou has the train of thought that-yeah, you guys are going steady. Right? Who cares if he’s the main one initiating the cheek, hand, forehead kisses-you’re just shy right? Everything is going great. At least he thought until “I found a new place!” “A new place for what?” Confused as fuck “ a new apartment!” You’re all giddy and he’s like huh? Did you not like his home or something? Is it the decor? But you practically run that department in the house? He’s basically let you run the WHOLE house? So what’s the issue, maybe you just want a bigger home? But if that’s the case? Why an apartment that’s a downgrade from the fucking 5 star house he’s got right here? “Why would we get a new apartment?” “Not we-just me?” Now you’re confused, why would he think that? While Bakugou is now currently rethinking every interaction he’s had with you in the past week-did he say something? Did he do something? Overstep? He doesn’t think so-he’s been respectful, patient, he’s HELD BACK doing certain things just to let you give him the go ahead even if you make uf difficult-especially with the way you’ve taken to wearing his shirts and boxers straight out of a shower- so what’s the issue? Eventually he just bites “what did I do?” And he’s so 🥺 cause he’s been trying. And you’re like “🙂????”

Izuku is def the one where he probs overheard about your commitment issues so his brillliant plan is to just never bring up the relationship even though both of you are clearly dating. He will gladly do all the pinning-pleaseeee ugh. Him coming over to your apartment almost everyday (gotta bring takeout with him too-less of a chance of being told to go home💀) and eventually you just expect him to be there and when he’s not you’ll text him like ‘ when you coming home’ and he melts cause you’re telling him to come home☹️🫶🏽 little sappy bitch. The first time you guys fall asleep in the same bed and waking up tangled together and him apologizing over and over cause shoot did he overstep??? But your like “ I love cuddles 🙄 chill dumbass” and that’s basically his green light to just become a teddy bear every time he stays over( which is a lot) -maybe one day y’all are out together shopping for groceries (Jesus just move in together guys🙄) and some of his friends show up and are like omg I didn’t know you had a girlfriend!!! And he’s sees you just stiffen and even though he doesn’t want to deny it he’ll gladly say “actually, we’re just friends!” Just to give you peace of mind but even after he can tell your uncomfortable with the whole encounter. Maybe you stay up late watching a movie, he offers to keep you company and you shoo him off “you got work tomorrow, you’re going to be tired” so he leaves for bed, tries to stay awake but even after he hears the movie end you don’t come. He wakes up and your side is still empty, you slept on the couch. He can’t shake the feeling it was on purpose. A week goes by and you guys finally got back to you’re regularly scheduled denial and pinning. Izuku had and interview with some fancy blog and he obviously invited you along and everything is peaches an cream and then the relationship question is asked and he can’t help but glance in your direction and your white as a ghost as the people there suddenly become aware of your presence-though you’ve been there the whole time. And he panics because it’s clear everyone here has come to the same conclusion on who you are. “it’s compli- no! I’m not in a relationship” but it doesn’t matter what he says cause you’re already out of that set. He has to wait another 3 hours before he’s allowed to go chase you down, cause the whole thing is live. And when he does he’s like “oh?” Cause your just outside the building waiting for him but you’re clearly not okay. So he’s all worried and trying to explain he didn’t think they were going to get all personal with him cause he really didn’t want a repeat of last time and you’re just like “are we not dating” (how the tables have flipped) just genuinely curious. And he’s like the 🙂? Cause if he could have said y’all were dating from the start? he would-shit, he would yell it from the roof top baby girl😤 he’s version of keeping it on the down low was basically living with you-get ready for an overbearing bf.

#i project cause i also have commitment issues #only they can commit to me-I can not be tamed #i think of some awfully romantic shit for the walking sparkler for someone who doesn’t even like him that much #i feel like shouto would forgive easy if it was an honest mistake on both ends #izuku x reader #shouto x reader #bakugou x reader