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wandaslittlebird · 4 months ago

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A Superhero Like You

Mommy!Wanda x Little!Reader

After a weekend trip with your friends takes a turn for the worse, you have to explain to Wanda why you broke the rules.

CW: hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol and drug use, substance mixing, bad drug reactions, mentions of punishment, spanking. No explicit smut but still 18+. All characters are over the age of 18.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: My trip this weekend went fine, idk what you’re talking about 👀.

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You were in trouble. Big trouble, if Wanda’s stern, displeased look was any indicator.

You’d spent the weekend on a small cabin vacation away with your friends; your older friends. Not as old as Wanda, of course, who was easily a decade older than you, but friends that were 2-5 years older than you. Just old enough to make you feel cool for getting invited to hang out with them.

The cabin you were staying in was nearly two hours away, not to mention in the middle of the woods with shoddy cell service. Wanda didn’t like the idea at all, but after plenty of conversation, and establishing several rules, she’d reluctantly agreed to let you go.

You’d promised you wouldn’t drink any alcohol (even though you were 21), nor any drinks you didn’t make yourself. You promised to call her every night, and text her throughout the day with updates. And, most importantly, you promised to call her to come get you if anything made you feel uncomfortable.

By 9pm the first night, you knew coming was a bad idea.You should’ve called Wanda then and there, admitted your mistake, and let her take you home where you’d be safe with her, but you hadn’t.

Instead you’d waited until things got so bad, the party was busted by the cops, and Wanda had to pick you up from the police station.

And that’s how you ended up here, with a very upset Wanda looking down at you while you cowered on the sofa. “Would you like to tell me what happened, little girl?”

“I’m sorry,” you cried, tears already falling from your eyes. You hated this feeling; Wanda’s disappointment after you’d done a bad thing. You always tried so hard to be good. Slip ups were honestly pretty rare, but you had never ever done anything to mess up this bad. You didn’t know how Wanda was going to react.

“You’ve said you’re sorry. Now I need you to tell me what happened,” she scolded, her tone still harsh and unforgiving. “Or I can take you upstairs right now and we can just skip straight to your punishment.”

You swallowed, wrapping your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt at comfort. “Do I still get hugs and cuddles after my spanking?” you asked. You always did get comfort after your punishments, but you needed the extra reassurance that this would be no different, even tonight.

Wanda finally softened slightly, crouching in front of your trembling body. She was upset, but she could still see that you were scared and in desperate need of comfort right now. Regardless of what you’d done, she was always going to take care of you when you needed her. “Of course, detka. After your punishment all is forgiven. But mommy really needs to know exactly what happened first, okay? So I can know what kind of punishment you need. Does that make sense, malyshka?” You nodded weakly. “Is there anything I can get you right now that might help you tell mommy what happened?”

You thought for a second. Cuddling or any intimacy with her would just make you feel more guilty. You didn’t feel like you deserved it right now. “Maybe a blanket?” you requested. “And maybe Thomas too.” You added at the last second. Thomas was a little stuffed triceratops, your favorite stuffed animal.

Wanda nodded. “Do you want your dinosaur blanket or a different one?”

“Dinosaurs please.”

“Okay detka, you stay right here and I’ll be back in just a minute.”

You nodded, curling up against yourself as you heard her head up the stairs. Just a moment later you felt the soft fabric of your blanket on your shoulders, and the stuffed dinosaur pressed into your lap. You hugged the plush animal into your chest, rubbing your face against its head. “Thank you, mommy,” you said, muffled by the dinosaur.

“Of course honey,” she said, sitting down cross legged in front of you. She tried to put her hand on your leg, but you shied away. “Do you need another minute or are you ready?”

You slowly lifted your head, feeling much more comfortable now with your favorite things. “I’m ready.”

She nodded.

You took a deep breath and then started. “We were having a lot of fun at the beginning. We were being silly in the hot tub, and it was really pretty outside, and everybody had already started drinking but they were just being a little goofy. Then when we went inside and dried off, one of the girls I didn't know so well started talking about drugs. Nothing too bad, just some Xanax, maybe Ambien, a couple things I didn’t know about. But I started to get that bad tummy feeling, so I went on a little walk, just like we talked about. It was really pretty out there mommy. You would’ve loved to see all the cool plants and rocks I found. And the sunset was so pretty.”

She noticed you getting a little off topic, likely avoiding something you didn’t want to talk about. She attempted a gentle redirect. “I’m sure they were beautiful, detka. I’d love to hear all about them later. What happened when you got back to the cabin?”

You went quiet for a second, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. You started crying again, darting your eyes around the room to avoid looking at Wanda. “It wasn’t the same when I got back. My bad tummy feeling got really big. They weren’t just being goofy anymore. They didn’t look right, like their faces looked all dizzy and they weren’t acting right either. They couldn’t really walk right and I tried talking to them but I couldn’t understand them at all.” You paused for a few seconds. “I was so scared.”

She tilted her head and cupped your cheek, making you look at her. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you call me? We talked about this, I would’ve come to get you. You promised you would call if anything like that happened. Mommy just wants you to be safe, but I can’t always keep you safe if you don’t follow the rules.”

Your bottom lip trembled. You felt terrible. You’d been so stupid thinking you could handle something like this alone. “I wanted to be a superhero like you, mommy! My friends were in danger and I wanted to be brave and save them like you do! But I’m not like you and I didn’t know what to do and I messed it all up and got everybody in trouble!”

“Oh detka.” She jumped onto the couch and wrapped her arms around you. You struggled against her for a minute, but she held you tight, gently running her hands through your hair.

“Everybody was getting so sick and I didn’t know what to do, and then I found Kate passed out…” you cried. The words left your body like water through a busted dam. Kate was your best friend, the one who invited you to the party to begin with. “I got so scared I panicked and called 911 and came and took us all away.”

“Honey, I know that must’ve been so scary to see all your friends like that,” Wanda soothed.

“It was the scariest I’ve ever been in my whole life!” you cried.

“I know malyshka. But it sounds like you did everything right. I wish you would’ve called me, but you did everything you were supposed to do in that situation. Even though it was really scary, you were so brave. You made sure everyone was safe and you saved the day.”

You shook your head. “No I didn't, I got everyone in trouble! They were so mad at me, mommy. I messed it all up so bad.”

“You didn’t mess anything up. They got themselves in trouble. I’m sorry they couldn’t see that, detka.”She positioned you on her lap and rocked you gently against her chest, shushing the sobs that tore through you. It was several minutes before you spoke again.

“Can we go ahead and do my spanking and then we can cuddle again when I’m all forgiven?” You asked. You needed so desperately to be relieved of your guilt and to know Wanda wasn’t mad at you anymore.

“No spankings for you tonight, sweet girl,” She soothed.

Your heart sunk. You didn’t think you could sleep a wink until your punishment was over and you were forgiven. “No, please! I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore! I can’t wait for tomorrow to be forgiven, please!”

“There’s no spankings tomorrow either, detka. You don’t need to be punished. You’re already forgiven sweetheart,” she reassured.

You frowned, leaning back to look at Wanda. “I don’t understand. You were so mad.”

Wanda nodded regretfully. “I’m sorry I was being so cold when I picked you up, detka. When I got that call for the police, I was so scared something bad happened to my sweet girl. All I knew was that you got in trouble with the police and I assumed you did something bad before I even heard the whole story. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were a very brave girl. I’m sorry I got you worked up about a punishment before I even knew you needed one.”

You paused cuddling back into her chest. She tucked your head under her chin. “Are you sure you’re not still mad at me?”

Wanda shook her head. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“Not even a little bit.”

You shifted uncomfortably in her lap. You believed Wanda, but you were still swirling with guilt. Maybe she had forgiven you, but you hadn’t forgiven you. “Maybe I can have a really little spanking? Just a small one before bed.”

Wanda sighed in resignation. She wished she hadn’t gotten so upset with you. It broke her heart to see that you were still so mad at yourself after you’d done something so brave. “If it’ll make you feel better, we can do that, malyshka. But you have to promise to forgive yourself afterwards. You know the rules: after your punishment all is forgiven.”

“I promise,” you swore, wrapping your pinky around hers.

“That’s my good girl. Now go take your blanket and Thomas upstairs and get ready for me. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

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It was truly less than five minutes before Wanda came up to find you sitting naked on the edge of the bed, your blanket wrapped around your shoulder while you anxiously played with the fabric spines along Thomas’ back.

She sat down next to you, guiding you over her lap. She knew it made you more comfortable to be so close even when you were being punished. “I’m gonna give you 10 my hand, okay? I want you to count out loud for me. You can hold Thomas if you’d like.”

“Yes, mommy,” you said, grabbing the stuffed animal and pulling him under your chest.

You obediently counted each smack. They were hard enough to hurt, but not so hard you would feel them tomorrow. You started crying around number three, more out of emotional relief than physical pain. Wanda rubbed your now bare back, but didn’t stop.

The whole ordeal only lasted about two minutes, but she let you cry in her lap for about ten more. “Shh detka. You did so well. It’s all over honey. All is forgiven. Mommy’s not mad at you.” She cooed repeatedly.

When you finally got your voice back, you whispered “thank you, mommy. I feel better now.”

She tucked you into bed with Thomas, leaving the room to quickly grab some cream. By the time she got back you were already half asleep. She smiled as she watched you rub your face against the soft pillows. She applied the cream before crawling into bed next to you and allowing you to snuggle back into her chest.

“You wanna know a secret?” she whispered.

“What?” you mumbled sleepily.

“I think you might be the bravest girl in the whole world. You’re my superhero.”

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #hurt/comfort #mommy!wanda

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adorablegorilla · 5 months ago

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Ranking The Official Nearl Arts By How Much They Feel Like Margaret Nearl:

1. Rhodes Kitchen

Peak Margaret. The artist understood the assignment and portrayed the pure essence of Nearl. While she's wearing the outfit of her Guard form her presence and strength are that of someone who will Defend you. A culmination of all the greatest Margarets.

Rating: 12/10 Nearl

2. Defender Nearl

The Original Nearl. Truly the quintessential Margaret. Strong. Capable. Protective. Beautiful.

Rating: 10/10 Nearl

3. Nearl with her sister

While the face is a bit off from usual due to a difference in artist, this is still very much Nearl. Still a strong, beautiful horse that will protect you.

Rating: 9.75/10 Nearl

4. Nearl Alter

A different form of Nearl that deviates from the base concept, but still retains the feel of Margaret Nearl. Could easily be 3 instead depending on your viewpoint, but the sporty competition-ware bumps her down for me. Still a strong, beautiful horse that protects you, though the difference in artistic vision does cause her to drift a bit in recognizability.

Rating: 8-9.75/10 Nearl depending on viewpoint

5. Nearl Alter Skin

While she gets points for having somewhat proper armor instead of her competition garb, we are starting to deviate a bit from what Margaret Nearl is. The artist did their best to portray Nearl while still satisfying the given outline of a "lithe and sexy" skin. As an optional, alternate look meant to differentiate from the base art, I don't really dislike it, even though it is losing the plot a bit. Still can be considered Nearl Margaret for the most part.

Rating: 6.5/10 Nearl

6. Ambience Synesthesia Nearl

Really does not feel like Nearl. Too lithe. Too exposed. Slightly forgiven since it's supposed to be a "fashionable and extravagant dress" look instead of her normal wear but this is for the most part not Margaret

Rating: 4/10 Nearl

7. This is just Platinum

The artist accidentally drew Platinum instead of Nearl. The only remnants of Margaret are her having larger breasts and thighs than Platinum.

0/10 Nearl, this is a different character

8. Cafe Nearl

No.

Rating: -100/10. Who the fuck is this.

#arknights #arknights nearl #margaret nearl

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whaledenwtf · 10 months ago

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Can I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin react to Karlach telling him that his gn crush likes him too but they're too shy to confess?

YES!!! I'm sorry this took so long, but its been in queue this whole time Love this idea!!

REQUEST HERE BG3 Masterlist

Headcannons: Astarion, Gale, Wyll and Halsin reacting to Karlach telling him that gn!reader likes them back but they are too shy

Warnings: None. This is just fluff and cuteness

I tried to write as much as possible but the way Halsin as a character is... I wrote it shorter considering he seeks you out in game, and wouldn't hesitate to do so in this case either. First time I write Wyll too, so I hope I gave his character justice 💞

Astarion

He felt frustrated for the longest time. How can his flirting not get to you?

He's been trying so hard to get you under his thumb.

Gods why aren't you being seduced

He sees those little blushes and rapid heartbeat so he knows it affects you.

Admittedly, he started falling for you because you weren't jumping his bones.

This man is broken, but with you he feels mendable.

He begins to slow down with the flirting, but his gazes went from calculating to longing.

Its so embarrassing that Karlach speaks up

"When will you realize they like you? Aren't you supposed to have sharp senses? Some kind of vampire you are..." She tells him one day, while they were at camp.

He drops his dagger, almost stabbing his foot.

"I'll choose to ignore that last part. Repeat what you said." He asks her again.

"They. Like. You. Too." She told him, grinning. His eyes widen at the revelation.

"I couldn't wait anymore. I feel so much better now that I've gotten that out of my system. I hate keeping secrets." She turns around, speaking to no one in particular as she walks away.

He felt... elated. You like him back!

He considers what this means for his future.

On the one hand, you could be by his side. On the other, he feels this sense of worry. Between his undead nature, and your very much not undead nature, what will that mean for you both.

He cards a hand through his curls, sighing.

He might be getting ahead of himself! After all, you still don't know that he knows that you like him.

Maybe he should say something?

He ponders what to do for the rest of the day, distracted.

Gale

Oh gods, he was so nervous around you

He tried flirting, but the things he said were so embarrassing

He still can't believe he said he likes your musk

That one-liner haunts his dreams- well nightmares

He sees how easily you flirt back with Astarion and it makes him feel... insecure (much more than he currently is)

Everytime he tries to convey his adoration for you, he says something awkward and all you can do is blush

He thought you liked what he was saying, but you haven't responded to any of his adoration

Oh Mystra, what if you blush because you're embarrassed of him

He is trailing behind the group by a couple paces, clenching and unclenching his fists with a frown on his face

"What's the problem?" Karlach whispers into his ear.

He jumps in fear, snapping out of his sad thoughts.

"Oh, Karlach! Just pondering some things..." He can't help but look at your back longingly. Karlach hums, grinning.

"Do your problems involve a special leader of ours?" She says normally. The distance has grown enough between the two and the rest of your group, but it doesn't help Gale's anxieties.

"Keep your voice down! Please." He whisper shouts. Karlach raises her hands in the air, surrendering.

"I don't understand why you're so worried Gale, they like you too." His head snaps to Karlach, his eyes searching for any deceit in her words.

"I'm sorry?" Karlach furrows her brows.

"You're forgiven?" He shakes his head.

"I was asking you to repeat yourself." He says tiredly. Her eyebrows raise.

"Oh! Well, (Y/N) likes you too."

"And how do you know this?" Karlach rubs the back of her neck.

"A birdie told me."

"A birdie." He says, deadpanned.

"Fine. It was (Y/N)." She says quietly.

Truth! And from the source, no less!

Oh gods, he was elated! Maybe he should think of other things to say to you.

Karlach leaves him be as he goes back to pondering what he should say to you.

"Your musk reminds me of home" He thinks this one's good. Until he remembers he lives next to the ocean.

I don't think they would like to be compared to fish...

Back to square one

Wyll

He really tried, the poor thing

He compares you to the most wonderful of things

The sun, the moon, the warm summer air, the cool nights filled with music and soft spoken words

He himself said he'd like to take things slow, and he is.

He'd just appreciate knowing if you felt the same way.

Today you were all traversing the woods surrounding the Emerald Grove, trying to find answers to the worms inside your skulls.

He was walking alongside Karlach, a companionable silence between them.

"You know... there's been some romances in our group recently." His ears perk at her words.

"Oh really?" He couldn't help being curious. Romance is such a beautiful thing, especially in perilous times like these.

"Shadowheart and Lae'zel... Astarion and Halsin. There's also (Y/N)-" She cuts herself off, throwing her hand over her mouth to stop talking. His head snaps to her, looking at her.

"Our leader has found romance?" He tries to ask coolly, but he can't help but feel slightly hurt.

"Well- I mean... They have a crush on someone." Wyll's heart clenches at the thought. Was it Gale? Maybe it's Karlach-

"That's... good." Karlach bites her lip.

"They told me, and now I feel like a bad friend for spilling their secret..." He furrows his brows, thinking about who you may have a crush on. What if it was on Astarion? Or Halsin... He couldn't compete with all that muscle-

"At least I didn't say they had a crush on you-" Karlach says, trying to calm herself down. When she realizes what she said, she slaps her hand over her mouth again. Wyll's eyes widen.

"They do?" He feels hopeful, for the first time in a long time.

She nods, hand still covering her mouth.

Wyll looks around, making sure no one is listening, before whispering to Karlach.

"I like them too." She squeals into her hand, jumping up and down in excitement.

He walks around with a newfound confidence, and makes sure to stay close to you and talk.

He never realized how much you blushed when he spoke to you, and it was adorable.

Halsin

He tried to be so delicate with you since he knew he was.. a lot

He may be an animal to some extent but he saw how delicate you were

He'd call you his little flower, and you'd always blush

Your shy nature made him unsure if you liked him

He was confident, sometimes stupidly so, as evident from his scars

He really should have known about bear mating season

He spent most of time in camp pacing back and forth, thinking

Despite the Shadowcurse taking up most of his headspace, like Selune, you were a guiding light in his thoughts

He loved your laugh, the crinkles by your eyes, the face you make when you're pondering something.

He would always stare and watch you in amazement.

Apparently his affections were too noticeable, considering Karlach of all people came up to him.

"Gods, I can't believe I have to be a messenger" was the first thing he heard, with the crunch of her boots on fallen foliage.

She walks into his view and waves at him.

"Hello-"

"They like you too." She said before walking away.

His eyes widen at her, before he processes the words.

They... like him too

Nobody has ever seen the gargantuan elf run so quickly in their time together.

He picks you up and spins you around, laughing loudly.

"They didn't ask you to tell him, did they?" Shadowheart whispers to Karlach as they watch them spinning and laughing loudly.

"No. I was just tired of the longing looks." Karlach tells her, smiling at her skillful execution as Cupid.

#fanfic #fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale x reader #halsin x reader #wyll x reader #fluff #teeth rotting fluff #sweet #karlach #astarion x reader

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starlight-bread-blog · 7 months ago

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Why Katara's Lines Come Off As Rejecting In EIP

Like I said in a previous EIP meta, this will be a doylist meta and an isolated look into the scene and the second half of book 3. So first things first, what are Katara's lines and body language?

As soon as A\ang brings up the kiss, she turns away, and just says she doesn't know.

When he asks her why doesn't she know, she seems slightly irritutated for a second, gives him a perfectly reasonable explanation, but doesn't hold eye contect for too long before drifting off.

A\ang keeps pushing, so she puts an end to this. This time she stays faced to him to say she is confused, signifying she's more comftable now that his questioning has ended.

Now it is clear as day that A\ang violated her boundries and she is pissed off.

Her lines and body language tell us two things I wish to break down:

Katara is very uncomftable talking about the possibility of a future romance and can't commit to an answer.

The reason she gives is that she is because she's confused.

2. Katara States That She is Confused

Let's try to take her at face value here. She's genuinely confused about her relationship with A\ang. Do you know what is the first role of storytelling? Show don't tell. If the writers wanted to show us that Katara trurly is confused, we should be seeing Katara grapple with that.

It wouldn't break the "Will They Won't They" tension, if anything, it'd amplify it. We can see this in action all the way back in season one, where Katara also is confused and considers if A\ang is a possible partner.

So, is that what we see? Small moment/moments of Katara looking at A\ang, being confused and considering him as an option? No, we do not. Instead, what we get from Katara, is...

We are told that Katara is confused, but what we're shown is Katara completely ignoring the source of her supposed confusion. What we're shown is not confusion, it's denial.

This is a sharp contrast to how well the writers made sure to remind us that Katara is still angry at Zuko over the course of these very episodes. From her threatening him when he first joins, to a mean spirited comment (at 0:21), there was a clear effort to keep up the tension, to make sure you know that Katara hasn't forgiven Zuko yet, until said tension is resolved. Meanwhile with Katara and A\ang what we see is the show, and by extension Katara, in denial to the whole event.

1. Katara is Uncomftable and Unable to Commit

If she is in denial and A\ang is making her face reality, would her behavior in the scene be compatible with that? Would she keep on avoiding the topic? Could her words register that way based on who she is? To know that, we could ask: does she have a history of shielding A\ang from reality?

(If the scene was revealed to be her shielding him), this isn't to say that Katara would consciously shield him the way she does here, she could've genuinely thought she was confused. There would be many ways to interpret the scene. However, it is in character for her to want to keep the peace to protect him from being hurt. Therefore, her lines in EIP could easily register to be of a similar fashion.

The show continuously refused to show Katara being confused, showing us nothing but denial. When she is faced with the reality, she refuses to commit when having a history of trying to shield A\ang for as long as she can. And this is why Katara's lines in EIP come off as rejecting.

#anti kataang #anti kat@ang #anti k@taang #TAGGING FOR VISIBILITY->#zutara #zuko x katara #katara x zuko #zutara meta #pro zutara #anti anti zutara #zutara analysis #zutara evidence #zutara forever #zutara nation #zutara should have been canon #zutara supremacy #zutara was robbed #zutarian

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stevebabey · 2 years ago

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part one. the same cw applies as part one (cw: past sexual coercion is implied) thank u for any & all kind comments <3 hopin to deliver on the angsty hurt/comfort front >:/

“I’m sorry.”

It’s not exactly how he planned to start his whole apology speech but it’s as good a start as any. Steve is glad he says it. Eddie’s entire character softens just a bit hearing it, his shoulders relaxing to sit a little lower, like maybe, he was afraid Steve had come by to argue some more.

For a moment, they stare at each other until Eddie seems to realise he’s blocking the entrance. He jolts just a bit and side steps, beckoning Steve to come inside.

Good start. Steve steps forward and the subsequent rustle from behind his back reminds him of what’s in his hands. He pulls them out from their hiding spot and offers them out with only a marginally awkward cough. “Uh, first, these are for you.”

In his hands are blue hydrangeas, 3 of them, and the bag containing a mixtape and a multitude of Eddie’s favourite candies.

Eddie’s reaction isn’t… quite the usual. He doesn’t swoon or snap up the gifts out of Steve’s hands like Tilly and other girlfriends had. He doesn’t smile either, just eyes then silently. Steve feels a roll of worry tangle up his stomach.

After a moment, Eddie takes them. Steve follows him, taking the trailer stairs two at a time to keep watch on what Eddie will do. It’s a surprise then to watch them get placed to the side, flowers and gift bag dumped down on the Munson’s cluttered dining table. Eddie doesn’t even attempt a peek into the bag, which, well, for Eddie says a lot.

Moving his gaze from their discarded state to Eddie, Steve finds himself pinned down by Eddie’s waiting stare, his arms crossed tight over his chest. He’s waiting for Steve to speak. Right, it’s time to face the music.

Steve chances a quick glance down at the smudged bullet points on his palm. It suddenly feels too wooden for what Steve really wants to say, too constructed, too much what he thought Eddie wanted to hear.

And besides, Eddie hadn’t reacted as expected in the first instance, the forgotten gifts put to the side. Steve shoves his hand deep in his pocket and goes instead with exactly what he’s feeling.

“Okay, um. Look, I didn’t mean what I said. I- I know that was, I— my parents came home that night.”

None of it is coming out right, stammers on every word. Steve curses himself under his breath and wills himself to continue. Knows if it was Eddie apologising it would be poetic and sweet, all the right words in all the right order.

“I’m not— It’s not an excuse,” Steve shakes his head, tries to string together one single coherent fucking sentence. “I’m sorry. Sorry that I didn’t pick you up. And- and I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean it. Really, it’s- I don’t think that of you. I’m sorry if I made you think I did.”

Eddie nods, though his clenched jaw gives away he’s not entirely peachy just yet.

“Robin told me about your parents being home. And yeah, it wasn’t cool what you said.” He agrees and Steve’s stomach turns. “But I wasn’t exactly fair either, getting all up in your face about it, so I’m sorry for that.”

Steve blinks, surprised; an apology was the last thing he’d expected to come out of Eddie’s mouth.

“I’m still a bit hurt,” Eddie admits, arms folding across his chest in a defensive motion. Steve hates how he seems to be curling in on himself, so obviously hating to admit aloud that Steve’s words had cut so deep. “But y’know, I know now that you were wound up from your parents being home. So, you’re, like, forgiven I guess.”

...Huh, okay. Usually, forgiveness comes after the grovelling, Steve thinks. Not as easily granted as Eddie is seemingly giving him now.

“Okay, uh,” Steve says warily, not quite sure where to go from here. Eddie isn’t really moving, still standing a bit tense. Waiting for Steve to break the ice.

Steve’s eyes dart to the dining table — the resting hydrangeas and abandoned candy. Steve tries to put two and two together, sure, so sure he’s missing something. It’s never this easy.

Eddie hadn’t acknowledged the flowers, hadn’t wanted the gifts. Steve may be forgiven but he still hasn’t shown Eddie how sorry he is.

Steve steps closer and sinks to his knees.

Eddie’s eyes widen in an instant and he takes half a step back, his hands raising up. It doesn’t feel good to watch Eddie put distance between them. Something curls up in Steve’s stomach.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks. His voice is a bit scratchy and he clears his throat, not moving closer but not moving further away.

Fine. He wants Steve to spell it out. Steve wishes Eddie would just let him apologise in the way he knows — he was hoping Eddie wouldn’t make him drag out his apologies like his father did. But Eddie did love his theatrics so it’s not all that surprising.

“I’m… still apologising?” It’s not meant to come out as a question but half way through the sentence, Steve clocks Eddie’s body language. It’s giving very different vibes than expected. Steve’s confused.

The confusion only hikes up when anger flares in Eddie’s eyes, his jaw tightening just a bit. “You’re—? This isn’t gonna make what you said hurt any less, Steve. Is that what the…”

Eddie trails off, his own gaze tracking over to the dining table. He seems even more ticked off then, fixing his gaze back on to Steve.

“Are you trying to— Did you think you buying me stuff and sucking my dick is some completely fucked way to fast-track an apology?”

Steve feels his own eyes widen, each word twisting his confusion up so tightly it hurts in his chest. Eddie sounds angry.

“No,” Steve insists weakly, because he knows that’s what Eddie wants to hear. Even if that sort of is what he was expecting. He shakes his head, tries to get a read on Eddie’s body language beyond his annoyance. What does he want? “No, I just…”

Eddie’s anger seems to wane a little, seeing the confusion shudder across Steve’s features. Steve suddenly feels incredibly stupid being on his knees— but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say. Maybe Eddie doesn’t want him in this way right now.

“I was,” Steve starts, clearing his throat and willing away his flushed cheeks. “I’m proving it to you.” His voice is a little stronger now, more sure. “I want to prove that I’m sorry.”

Eddie stares at him for a long moment and just when Steve thinks he’ll concede and reach for his belt, he surprises Steve and sinks to his knees too. He sits atop his boots, now face to face with his boyfriend, and reaches out gingerly to place a hand on Steve’s knee.

Steve eyes it for a moment. Is this the come on?

“Steve,” Eddie says gently. It reminds Steve of the tone one might have with an easily spooked animal, all comforting and soothing. “Do you even… want this? To have sex right now?”

It’s a strange question, Steve thinks. He frowns. This blowjob isn’t about him. “I think I’m confused,” He admits, forcing a chuckle to make it a little more casual. Then repeats the sentiment from earlier again. “I want to apologise.”

Eddie nods, harsh enough a curl untucks itself from behind his ear. “Yeah, sweetheart, you already did that. You apologised and I forgave you.”

Eddie doesn’t mention that all these extra things, the gifts and flowers, made him question the genuineness in Steve’s apology at first. Something tells him to dig a little deeper. Steve isn’t smarmy or cocky, he’s not sure that’ll be forgiven, he’s… confused.

But Steve nods. He’s following Eddie’s words so far. Something glitters inside him that he’s already back to sweetheart so soon. He hesitantly lays his own hand atop of Eddie’s, resting them both on his knee. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even know what to say.

“So, I guess what I’m asking is… what is this?” Eddie waves his hand over Steve’s kneeled form.

The way he says it is still so concerned, which is so far from the usual eagerness Steve has come to know from him normally in these types of situations. Suddenly, knowing Eddie’s definitely not in the mood makes the whole thing a lot more embarrassing now.

“Christ, I wish I had known you wouldn’t want that now,” Steve forces another laugh, quiet, as he ducks his head down. Eddie doesn’t join in, just waits patiently.

“I was— y’know,” Steve waves a hand, gesturing to nothing. “Proving I was sorry. Making it up to you. Guess sex was the wrong idea there, sorry.”

He grimaces a bit, squeezes Eddie’s hand. Steve wonders how he’ll end up making it up to Eddie, if not this way. It’s always been this way.

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just stares at Steve with a perturbed expression on his face. If Steve had to guess, he’d say he almost— almost looks a bit sad.

“Stevie,” Eddie says, nudging closer. Both their knees are touching now. “You already apologised. I forgave you.”

He’s repeating things Steve already knows, so Steve nods. Then repeats the thing he’s heard a hundred times over, “Yeah, I know and now I need to prove how sorry I am.”

Eddie’s face crumples a bit, the frown line between his brows deepening. He seems to have hit some understanding, shuffling even closer to Steve. Any annoyance from a minute ago has leaked out of his body. He’s all comfort now, every soft part that Steve adores so much.

“No, you don’t.” Eddie says simply, words strong and sure. “I know that you’re sorry. You said so. That’s proof enough for me, sweetheart.”

Oh. That’s all there is to it, apparently.

Steve’s acutely aware that the emotion streaking through his chest is relief — relief that he doesn’t have to jump through hoops to gain anything back. Doesn’t have to open his mouth or spread his legs just to earn back his partners affections for a heat of the moment mistake.

He said he was sorry and Eddie forgave him. That’s it. That’s all it took. Like an ill-weighted scale, all the relief slides down into a strange hot shame. Oh god, he’s just come in and then— and Eddie hadn’t even— and Steve had thought—

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, that must’ve—“ Steve reels back, the embarrassment from earlier rearing up inside him close to pure mortification. He pulls his hand from Eddie’s grip, all of it suddenly wrong, so so wrong. “I’m sorry, that was so weird of me to offer—“

“Hey, hey, hey, no.” Eddie’s cutting in before Steve gets very far, firmly planting both hands onto Steve’s shoulders to keep him from receding any further. “Don’t apologise for that. That’s… Steve, will you look at me please?”

Nope, a small voice inside him answer, with a quiver. Looking at the trailer floor is so much easier than what Eddie’s asking.

There’s been many times where Steve has felt a bit dumb but this? This feels like a special kind of stupid. The word throbs in his chest painfully as he wonders how he’d got so turned around. He wants to apologise again.

“Stevie?” Eddie says his name again, a soft coo. One of the hands on Steve’s shoulders shifts, hesitating for a moment, before gingerly cradling his jaw. Steve lets Eddie tilt his face up, reluctantly dragging his gaze up to his boyfriend’s face.

Eddie is all sweetness, eyes soft and smile encouraging. It’s his tenderness that makes Steve exhale, a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding and he can’t help the way he sags just a bit and leans into Eddie’s hold.

Eddie gives a quiet hum. “No more apologies, okay?”

Steve nods, the motion a bit slow. It sort of feels as though it’s a little harder to move against gravity, like the air is thick molasses. He’s tired. Why is he so tired? He wonders if it’s the mountainous relief that’s still trickling out his body.

“We- we’ll need to talk about that later,” Eddie nods along to his words, voice all tender. The way he says it lets Steve know it’s not a bad thing. “But for now I think I’d just rather hold you. Can I do that?”

How backwards. Steve had come here to apologise, to make it up to Eddie, and now he’s the one being comforted. And yet, his nod comes much easier this time. It’s probably a bit too eager but Steve’s just about drowned in his embarrassment tonight so what’s some more?

Eddie’s hands move and grip Steve’s hands in his lap, giving a comforting squeeze— then waits, doesn’t move until Steve gives another squeeze back.

Then Eddie’s rising, standing up and pulling Steve up with him. It’s quiet, Steve hiding the tiny shake in his hands by squeezing Eddie’s hand so tight he won’t notice — til Eddie’s knees crack, terribly loud in the silence, and he whispers a loud, “Ow, fuck.”

Steve can’t help it, he laughs, the sound bursting out of him. Fuck, his boyfriend is an old man sometimes.

Then Eddie laughs too, that glorious sound that Steve could bottle and get drunk on and then they’re both laughing — and Eddie is tugging Steve into his bedroom, both of them collapsing into the creaky bed. The springs whine under their weight but it goes unheard.

Eddie does his best to bundle Steve in his arms, accidentally sticking his elbow into Steve’s side but it doesn’t even matter. Eddie cuddles are a fuckin’ delicacy as far Steve’s concerned— when he’s happy with the way he’s wrapped himself around Steve, full Koala style, he squeeezes.

It forces a pathetic sounding wheeze out from Steve, quickly spiralling into another laugh because who has ever loved him this way? This well? Between the threads of relief that pluck on his heartstrings is white hot love.

Steve already knows what’s coming next, what is always the second step in Eddie cuddles. Instead of hiding his face away into Eddie’s chest, like he’s done a thousand times before, he sticks his face out. Chin jutted out, face exposed, and ready for kisses.

Eddie doesn’t deny him. It’s a wet smush of quick kisses, on his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids — Eddie lets out little ‘mwahs’ as he goes, in a sickly sweet voice that Steve adores.

Faintly, inside his chest Steve’s heart sighs. Because no apology, no forgiveness, has ever been like this, this simple, this easy. Equal comfort — like Eddie was aware Steve had been suffering on the other end of the silent treatment, at regretting his own words.

Steve silently hopes it’ll always be this way, even though another part deeper down knows it’ll be. That arguments with Eddie might involve childish silent treatment, tongues poked out and boots stamped — but that apologies would never be a test. Never more than an honest admittance of regret in the form of words.

In the way Eddie presses a particularly slimy kiss against his cheek, hard enough it makes Steve’s cheek squish, he thinks he might not have to worry much at all.

tags: @disorganisedbee @estrellami-1 @moonshadows-13 @qubert18 @fxndom-hoe @nelotegreitic @justforthedead89 @avacrebs @yikes-a-bee @just-a-tiny-void @stevesbipanic @penny-lane-bitch @clarakeanen @weeennussy

#me: i love this character he's my guy #also me: yes i will inject angst into small aspects of canon and blow that shit UP #and make him MISERABLE #yet again.... gay ppl in my phone #this is for u <3 #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie hurt/comfort #steve harrington whump #steddie fic #steddie ficlet

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ooooo-mcyt · 28 days ago

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I do think Scar forgives more easily than Grian does (like in general, but this post will mostly talk about forgiveness toward each other and themselves)

There's never been a time where I felt like Scar really held onto something Grian did to him, especially not between seasons. This doesn't mean Scar's a doormat by any means, but I do think he's good at understanding and moving past things pretty quickly, especially when it's Grian.

Grian is the exact opposite. I honestly don't think he fully got over Scar's brief betrayal in Thirdlife until, like, Secretlife, and even more than he struggles to forgive Scar, Grian struggles to forgive himself for things. That's just who Grian is, he overthinks and holds on to things.

You could argue (and i've seen people who do take this stance) that Scar letting things go more easily is a weakness, that it just gets him hurt. But to me, I don't really see that. Scar isn't stupid, he knows how to stand up for himself, he doesn't forgive Grian out of naivety, or because he's been tragically tricked into doing so. Scar forgives Grian because he has a lot of strength of character.

On the other end, people take Grian's tendency to hold onto things as cruelty, which it isn't. Sometimes it does lead to him acting out in destructive ways, I can't deny that. But letting go of hurt is easier said than done, and I think it's very human for wounds to fester, especially in a world where you have to fight to survive. I also think people too often forget that Grian is as unforgiving of himself as he is of anyone else (probably moreso, honestly).

And it's a part of their dynamic that drives me insane, that Scar makes the choice to understand and move past things, to see the good, while Grian often gets caught up in the feeling that nobody can be forgiven, least of all himself.

#trafficblr #traffic smp #grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #it's a traffic jam

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zoro-jpg · 1 year ago

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After an argument - headcanon

In deep waters with the crew

Headcanon, romance, angst, fluff

Gn! Reader x bf/gf!strawhats

An: I’d love if you guys requested headcanons!! Also just want more one piece moots<33 tysm for the support so far! (Also I’m just starting to learn about these characters so there could be some inaccuracies!!! I’m cruising purely off vibes 🕺)

Sanji

-is slightly upset for a couple of minutes (sometimes it's even just a mere few seconds), then acts as if nothing ever happened

-saunters up to you with a smile, and smothers you in kisses and hugs, if you're playing hard to get, he's not gonna leave you be until you return his affection

-you can't stay mad at him for too long, he just has this power over everybody. He is too adorable

-for him to forgive you, you just need to make a warm, affectionate peace offering, he's not one who can't forgive you easily. Just give him a smooch and poof ~ forgiven

Zoro

-is giving you the silent treatment (I MF hate the silent treatment), locks himself up in his room

-thinks he was right every time

-needs some time to think about the whole argument, and after a little while later he admits that you both were wrong and apologizes for his indecent behavior

-for him to forgive you, you need to do something dramatic, ofc he likes to talk it out, but he prefers to see your actions over some cheap words

Nami

-She regretted saying things she didn't mean at all

-so frustrated she’s not gonna let it slide without you proving why you’d be right with convincing reasons

-but when she realizes she was wrong, she is quick to apologize (somewhat begrudgingly)

-for her to forgive you, you need to give her a teeny bit of flattery, it will work most of the time, just say things like you don't deserve her love or something like that

Luffy

-just knows he's right (and he sadly is actually right)

-once things cool down, he is quick to forgive and forget, just hates the whole awkward atmosphere after an argument

-tries to make jokes here and there just to see how you react so he can feel out the signals you’re sending

-for him to forgive you, you have to promise to never commit that same mistake again, although he's not one who can stay mad at someone for very long over petty things

Ussop

-can't stay mad for a too long of a time, sure he is upset with you, but he’s def not gonna show it to you

-trying to please you in any way possible

-all the while trying to find the real reason for the argument, and trying to solve it by himself

-for him to forgive you, you need to add a bit of humor to cover up your wrong doings, again he can't stay mad for a long time

Robin

-it's really rare to have a heated argument with her, she is just super cooperative and fair-minded

-prefers to find a solution that is good for the both of you

-not gonna forget about it for a long time though, she is going to think about it for a while after

-for her to forgive you, you need to do the same thing, just give her an effortful apology, and talk it out. Poof magic, it’s all fixed

Franky

-is really upset about how far this whole thing went, hates arguing with you so much (he def cried)

-apologizes hundreds of times, like to the point where you almost feel bad after

-a whole cuddle session for hours after it (with a lot of kisses), like never ever letting go of you

-for him to forgive you, you have to give a sensitive and genuine apology (with TeArS!), he requires patience and lots of love, especially if you hurt him deeply, you just need to prove that you deserve his forgiveness

Brook

-is feeling guilty right at the moment, especially seeing how upset it made you

-apologies almost immediately, the next few days, he does everything for you to try and make it up

-sits down with you and tries to really discuss the issue and some solutions

-for him to forgive you, you need to have a straightforward apology, admit your wrongdoings

#luffy #monkey d. luffy #sanji x reader #zoro #zoro x reader #soul king brook #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #ussop x reader #ussopp #nami #with: nami #nico robin #franky #one piece #headcanon #opla

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evilbihan · 9 months ago

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Bi-Han is an honorable man

I can't believe that I'm making yet another post pointing out the obvious but every time I go into a Youtube comment section I'm starting to question whether me and the rest of the Mortal Kombat fandom have even played the same game.

1. He shows opponents mercy

Sub-Zero: You want peace? Let us be. Liu Kang: The Lin Kuei's sins aren't easily forgiven.

Sub-Zero: Surrender and Shao will show mercy. Mileena: If you believe that, you're a fool.

Sub-Zero: Walk away while you can. Raiden: I'll never give up, never surrender.

Sub-Zero: I won't hold back, Brother. Scorpion: Do your worst.

Sub-Zero: We have no cause for dispute. Kitana: You aided Shao's attempt to steal the throne!

These dialogues honestly speak for themselves already, they don't even need explaining. Compare that to actual villains like General Shao who sends Reiko after Bi-Han to kill him simply because he "doesn't like loose ends" even after Bi-Han saved him or Shang Tsung who killed Reptile's family out of nothing but sheer cruelty.

The fact that Bi-Han is willing to let people walk away from a fight, that he gives them a chance to walk away alive, speaks volumes about his personality. He warns his opponents in his intros and even during his end of round taunts ("Flee now and live."), he tries to solve things peacefully and without violence if possible. He's not bloodthirsty, malicious or eager to kill anyone, but will do so if given no other choice.

Despite Bi-Han's flaws, a man willing to show an opponent mercy is an honorable man. SPOILERS AHEAD: May I again remind you that Kuai Liang is not willing to show a defeated and dying Bi-Han mercy when he gets turned into Noob against his will? Not only that, but Kuai Liang wouldn't have hesitated to kill Frost who is probably around Hanzo's age at his own wedding if Harumi hadn't stepped in to save her. Harumi had to beg Kuai Liang to show someone mercy, while Bi-Han grants it without a second thought. Like it or not, at least in that one aspect, Bi-Han is the better man.

I don't know why some people think of him as this aggressive guy going around trying to pick fights with everyone when all he wants is to be left alone? It's wild to me how people think he's the problem here.

2. He respects/admires their fighting skills

Sub-Zero: You will surely test my might. Ashrah: I will overwhelm it, Sub-Zero.

Sub-Zero: This fight I will long remember. General Shao: Who says you will survive it?

Sub-Zero: I'm pleased to fight Outworld's foremost mage. Rain: Will it also please you to lose?

Sub-Zero: I hear your skills are formidable. Li Mei: As are those of all who have been Umgadi.

Can we also talk about how respectful Bi-Han is towards his opponents? He compliments them on their skills as opposed to Kuai Liang who even talks down to his own allies. Yes, Bi-Han is arrogant, but he can still acknowledge other people's strengths and respect them, even if they are his foes.

3. He admits when he's wrong

Sub-Zero: I was wrong to trust you. General Shao: Yes, Earthrealmer. You were.

Sub-Zero: I wasn't aware of Shang Tsung's experiments. Liu Kang: Had you known, would your choice have been different?

Sub-Zero: Your mother's death is regrettable. Kitana: I consider you complicit, Bi-Han.

You can say what you want about him, but he certainly takes responsibility for his actions and even shows regret over some of them. Bi-Han might not be the most compassionate character, but he does express some sympathy towards others. Compare that to Kuai Liang who tells Havik it's his own fault that his face was burned off as if he had nothing to do with it. Yes, Bi-Han doesn't show much sympathy towards Baraka for his condition, but neither does Kuai Liang. Why Kuai Liang is still considered the more honorable brother regardless of that and his very obvious ableism, is beyond me.

Bi-Han's good traits are all too often overlooked. I don't know if it's because people don't pay attention to intros, but it's so easy to see he's not a bad person deep down. It's just the media comprehension skills of most MK fans that are seriously lacking.

#bi han #bi-han #bi han sub zero #mk sub zero #mk bi han #kuai liang #mk scorpion #mk kitana #mk li mei #mk ashrah #mk liu kang #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023

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electronix-arts · 3 months ago

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i have the urge to ramble so why not ramble about murder drones

i have many fears over episode 8, my biggest one being is that everyone is going to fucking die, and since im now considered the khan guy, why not talk about him (THIS IS SO LONG HOLY FUCKING SHIT)

ok so funnily enough, im prepared if he does drop dead in ep 8. people have teased me going “oh lol what if khan dies in ep 8” but little do you all know ive been prepared since ep 7 dropped, my wife has improved so much he’s bound to be sniped by liam. i’d be upset as hell and act like a wife who lost her husband at sea but i would not be too surprised if he is killed off

before it was confirmed ep 8 is the series finale, i was a s2 believer and i held onto hope that they wouldn’t kill khan because it’d make his character feel worthless. you see this man improve so much to be a better father to uzi and grow a pair to actually do something; to me, him dying would have made all of that useless, the hypothetical season 2 could have grown his character more if he lived, hell, maybe even show flashbacks of him during his ‘kill all humans’ phase. ep 7 shows khan has nowhere to go but up (or go insane, like the ep 8 teaser showed us)

but since season 2 is not real, i have to accept the fact that yeah, khan might die. so instead of being upset over that, why not speculate how he’ll fuckin die even though him being in the teaser looking batshit insane makes me think he’ll be a survivor. look at him. he will live off of pure adrenaline. anyways.

it’d 100% be a sacrifice, his apology for everything he’s done (which i fucking HATE i wanted him to grow more to become more redeemable to others not [death = hooray your sins are mostly forgiven] but i just gotta suck it up for now)

it’d definitely be for uzi or nori, make sense if he sacrificed himself for both of them [“Turns out, I’m not who either of you needed”] buuut i think it’d be more uzi focused. he was the one who raised her for the entirety of her life, actually tried to become better and changed his main focus to her and tried to help whenever he could after that, he would take a hypothetical bullet for her. it could even parallel to pilot when he left her for dead, now he’s the one dying and telling uzi to leave him so she can save herself and the others (it could even reference heartbeat where she thought he actually died, i don’t know how they’d do it, but yeah. i like that scene in heartbeat, i enjoy characters i love oh so much in severe pain.)

while i like this a lot, i would want khan to sacrifice himself for someone else more than his own wife and daughter. shocking, i know. i make my entire personality based off these idiots why wouldn’t i want a doorman family reuni-

n. if khan dies in ep 8, i want him to die sacrificing himself for n. i want n to be in horror at what has happened as khan is slowly dying in front of him, basically giving n his blessing to date uzi even though the entire planet is doomed.

it parallels nori’s disapproval of the relationship, shows that khan’s views on the dds (mainly n) have changed [killing machine -> bad influence on uzi -> someone who genuinely cares for her, someone who she needed] -and i guess nicely ties up the gift that is his redemption arc.

it makes sense for him to give said blessing, he’s seen how close uzi has gotten with n as well I’m pretty sure when he reunites with nori (plsplspls) after they calm down she’s definitely gonna be like “YOU LET OUR DAUGHTER “HANG OUT” WITH THE THINGS YOU SAW KILL ME” so that’d be fresh on his mind when he hypothetically drops dead.

also i’d feel like him sacrificing himself for uzi is like. too perfect or easily guessable, maybe they could hint “oh yeah khan’s def gonna die to save uzi & nori” when haha sike he’s dying to save the future son-in-law (if there is a future)

anyways that’s it. im bad at wrapping up things so here is what i call my conclusion. if you actually read this i love you so much you will be in my will

#murder drones #khan doorman #uzi doorman #serial designation n #nori doorman #murder drones episode 8 #i love speculating #update_log.txt

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hall-of-the-pyromancer · 5 months ago

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Know what really pisses me off? When people try to devolve Rei's character as a mouthpiece for Enji. Trying to say she's easily forgiving Enji when it's clear her feelings are (rightfully) conflicted.

In this scene, she makes it clear that she's still too afraid to face Enji yet has optimism. That flower signifies that Enji doesn't forget that he still has a family that he has a lifetime to make up to, even if he's never forgiven. And the idea that the narrative is trying to make Enji easily forgiven when one of his best moments is him dropping this iconic quote

Next, the scene in the hospital.

She doesn't let Enji drown in self-pity, reminding him that everyone in that family has suffered more than he is right now. But she still knows her husband is actively trying to change and doesn't take the chance to fucking put him down unnecessarily like so many people want her to. Enji needs to get back up and help not just his family but also those in need from the 1st war's aftermath.

People who think she's someone suffering from Stockholm Syndrome are full of shit. This is a strong woman, someone who can see a former hateful person wanting to change and gives them the words they need. Trying to use that chance to be full of vitriol and hate will not break the cycle that the Todorokis are trying to escape from. And finally, the Todoroki reunion. She showed up not just to save Toya but Enji as well. She knows he wants to atone and she makes it clear she's saving them both.

And btw, this shows how much Enji regrets what he did and despite the marriage being arranged, he still loves Rei. He doesn't want to lose her too. But Rei doesn't want him to die either. People think that having faith in your former abuser is akin to forgiveness is just...ignorant. She wants him to live to continue atoning and she still has faith that he has changed and wants to do what's right.

Rei Todoroki has my respect for all this.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #enji todoroki #todoroki enji #endeavor #rei todoroki #todoroki rei #todoroki family

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spnbrainrotawoooga · 10 months ago

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Unpopularish spn opinions? First watch

Dean should have never forgiven Castiel for breaking Sam's wall. It was OOC and cringe for me that he kept the trenchcoat for me. What Castiel did was irredeemable because if he just wanted to only incapacitate Sam and Dean he could have done so many other things (he's an angel) instead of doing something that scarred Sam mentally forever.

Adding on to that Cas gets away with things way too easily both by other characters and the story writing. He messes up so many times (Godstiel, Leviathan, breaking Sam's wall, making the angels fall, letting Lucifer out willingly) and gets so much less shit from it than characters like Sam do for their mistakes.

I think that the best seasons from the carver era were actually s8 and s10. The story had some so-so moments with unexplored potential for 10, but I found the brother's relationship to be very compelling that season as I feel that it was the season that was where their relationship was maybe at the most tense.

S11 has some great single episodes (Baby, Red meat, Safe house, that episode with bobby and rufus) but the overall Amara and God storyline was weird and kind of cheesy. Amara also just didn't really do anything for most of the season. I think its a little overrated but god the brother moments were so good and healing to watch after 10 and 9.

The angels and demons after season 8 are just cringe and painful to watch. I can't take them seriously at all.

This last one I feel is going to be controversial but the Found Family is an idea that is present in the supernatural but it is far from the main theme/message of SPN. And I think that people exaggerate its importance.

#supernatural #spn #anti castiel #sam and dean

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dazeddoodles · 4 months ago

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If you could, how would you rewrite Raines story arc to be more satisfying? Raine is one of my favorite characters, and THEY deserved a more respectful storyline.

I'll try to keep it brief, I think they should have been written more like Lilith in season 1. And I don't mean by personality or making them evil.

Lilith was also created for Eda's development, her character and backstory basically revolves and Eda, and two of them spend the whole season apart from each other on opposite sides.

If anything this was probably intentional considering how as soon as Lilith moved out Raine was introduced. To be the new character from Eda's past she has to reconnect with. And because of this shot:

The only difference is that the show actually acknowledges all the angst the sisters go through, it's crucial to the story and it means something.

And wether you think Lilith was forgiven too easily or not, there was still a satisfying conclusion of the sister's arc. And it was BOTH their arcs.

There were multiple points where we got to see Lilith's perspective/how she is outside of Eda. Even the entire flashback was through her point of view.

With Raine, we're only really allowed to know them through Eda's perspective. There's only like two scenes I think where we see things from Raine's pov? It makes it seem like Raine is an extension of Eda and not thier own person.

If anything it would work better to parallel Eda and Luz. Amity and Hunter and a similar arc of being antagonistic, learning to go against their abusive guardian, and growing a connection with Luz. With Amity romantic, and with Hunter familial.

It could have shown where Eda failed in her sibling and lover, Luz succeeded, and helped Eda succeed as well. (Imagine if Luz actually did help Eda reconnect with Raine like she did with Lilith?)

But between Lilith, Amity, Hunter, and Raine. Suspiciously only Raine got the short end of the stick.

#asks #raine whispers #idk how to feel that during the whole apocalypse #lilith was allowed to be alive while raine was a puppet #so we cant even say raeda worked things out offscreen #it meant they got to help fight belos i guess?

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inkyquince · 1 month ago

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DAY 09: Town With A Dark Secret (Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake/ The Lost Boys)

Whose in on this secret?

content warning. Man. This thing became a drama piece accidentally. Descriptions of alienation from family, bad mental health and self destructive tendencies from the reader, group sex, lots of blood, murder of a character reader fucked once, Tim is kinda mean, Dick is manipulative and Jason has big emotions. Pseudo-incest and weird family dynamics. This is 6.8k btw.

The change in your brothers was gradual.

Ever since the Joker’s old fun land was torn down and rebuilt as an actual place to hang out and have fun, more and more people had gone up there. Your father had made sure to keep an alert out for it, certain that the madman would be back at some point, or at least one of his associates. He had spent so many nights there, and refused to let up, not until Alfred quietly called your eldest brother into town, citing the usual Bruce shenanigans for the emergency signal.

Dick went instead of him on the first night, just to scope it out, and came back early in the morning, slipping in just as dawn began to break, catching you poking through the fridge. He seemed much more energetic than he usually was when he got home late from patrol. Downright mischievous, you could say, especially since he made sure to scare you, poking your sides and making you smack your head against the fridge.

“Fuckin’ hell!”

“Not supposed to be digging around in Alfred’s domain.” He whispered conspiratorially before straightening up, shutting the door despite your grumblings.

“Why aren’t you back in Bludhaven?” You grumbled, not caring to hear an answer from the boy you grew up with.

He didn’t give one. Dick lingered at your shoulder, staring at you for a while before heading out, rubbing his eyes as he passed by one of the open windows.

Jason went out next. You missed him. When Dick mentioned that Jason was coming with him on patrol, you felt a tinge of annoyance. He hadn’t been back in so long to see any of you, except that stalking stint with Tim. Speaking of which, he rolled his eyes when you tried to share your feelings with him (the family therapist a.k.a Alfred had talked you into trying this after you and Tim had a rocky start to living together. It hadn’t worked so far), flatly saying that he didn’t see why you missed him so badly, when he didn’t seem to miss you at all.

That stung, you had to admit.

You had been around since before Dick had become the first Robin. Your brothers were him and Jason as far as you were concerned, having grown up with them, being close as anything. Tim hadn’t forgiven you for your chilly reception of him when he first came to the house, and you hadn’t forgiven him for what was him basically stalking and thinking he could replace Jason so easily. The two of you never seemed completely on the same wavelength, especially when it came to the sore subject of the Red Hood.

So you stomped away, suddenly feeling incredibly annoyed at all the Robins, now and the former. Your father didn’t want you to fight crime, even if you watched him train with the boys. It went from a dream to a very sore spot, as you knew you could never keep up with them now. You were all grown up and learning would take too long. The sting became harsher when Dick returned, whistling as he slipped in at dawn again, shooting a grin at you as you sipped your coffee.

“Hey, small fry.” He leaned over you, grabbing the pot and pouring himself his own cup, ignoring the fancy coffee machine that your father and Tim favored. “Is it me or are you getting up earlier? Morning people are an oppressive class, y’know.”

You snorted and pushed at his arm half heartedly. A few beats of silence passed, him drinking deeply while you tapped your fingernails against the ceramic.

“... How’s Jason?”

He immediately shot you a knowing grin, but decided to show you some mercy.

“Better these days.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“... Then why hasn’t he come around?” You finally asked.

Dick watched you for a moment, his oceanic eyes glinting in the small bit of sunlight seeping through the blinds.

“Missing him?”

You didn’t want to share that you were missing both of them. Dick had moved to Bludhaven, Jason wasn’t talking to the family except for Alfred and Nightwing. You felt abandoned in your own home, with a total stranger who was closer to your father than you were at this stage. You wanted your brothers back.

You thought, for just a moment, about telling him. Spilling your guts about the loneliness you faced, only having your university and Alfred to keep you feeling sane. You looked at his face, the smile lingering on his lip. You could ask to go with him. Ask to go see Jason with him. You could ask him anything, you loved him and…

For the first time you faltered. Maybe neither of the men you thought fondly of as brothers saw you the same.

“... Gonna go do the rest of my assignments.” You finally muttered, picking up your mug and brushing past him, blind to his frown.

The final barb was when Tim went out. With both of them. You flatly doubted that the stupid funfair needed that much scoping out to begin with, even less with all three of them. And what, suddenly Jason was talking to Tim?

A pain slowly started to expand in your lower abdomen as you watched them head down to the cave.

Despite being the one blood child of Bruce Wayne, of the Bat, despite you being the half sibling to Damien, who stood to inherit, despite the fact you had been here the longest, despite you having watched Robins come and go…

You were not a part of it. The life your father lived as his real self, and his sons, his real children. You were basically a part of his facade, to keep his shiny image of the settled down part-time Playboy Billionaire, giving his children, adopted and blood, the best life they could ever get.

You were more Alfred’s than his. And Alfred had his own family.

You didn’t even emerge when Dick and Tim came home, chatting among themselves, holing up in your room until you heard them disperse.

And so it continued. Going out at night, all at once, doing what they did, while you stayed home. Studied. Felt the pain in your stomach grow. Alfred asked if you were feeling alright, and you lied, feeling more and more like a stranger in your own home. You, like a stupid child, had relied on your brothers- the men you saw as them anyway- for your emotional needs. Stupid. Damien had shut himself away, so not even your own blood sibling was hanging out with you, even though you two got along well, better than you and Tim.

So, for the first time in your life… You started hanging out with other people.

You paid attention to the people in your class. And found out that plenty were dying to invite you to hang outs. Either because of your last name or because your credit card would never decline in your lifetime, but either way you didn’t care. You started coming home later and later, instead going to hang outs in different apartments, going to bars and clubs (including the infamous lounge where your father had stripped and danced against the huge penguin sculpture. The owner gave you a wide smile on your way out and cooed that you were such a doll compared to him), even finding your way to some of the places that your father had told you never to step foot in. You were pretty sure you saw Harvey Dent at one of the bars and nearly caved to peer pressure when your friends encouraged you to go up to him, he and your dad went back a long time. But then Roman Sionis showed up and your group slipped out quickly.

Didn’t mean that people weren’t taking note of the fact you were out and about now, shedding your reputation for a studious, angel of a Wayne. Vicky Vale stopped you outside of one bar, asking if Bruce’s gene for partying had finally kicked in for you. You had no memory of what happened next, not until Bruce made a rare early morning appearance, slapping down a magazine in front of you.

… Oh. You and Vick had made out. In front of several photographers.

“Care to explain?” His voice was measured, low. Like he was talking to a pickpocket he wanted to break the legs of.

“... She’s nice?” You tried, squinting up at him, your hangover still clinging to you.

He huffed softly. The bags under his eyes seemed more pronounced, his stubble darker.

“What’s going on with you?”

The laugh bubbled out before you could swallow it down. It danced over the silent atmosphere, sounding out of place, like an intruder in the room. Just like you were, like a stranger in your home these days.

“What?” You finally answered, a little breathless. It was thrilling. You talked so respectfully to him at all times, it felt exciting to show a back bone, show some teeth to your father. “Can’t relax amidst all my studies, father?”

He gave you a long look. You stared back… Did you even look like Bruce? You looked more like whoever his hook up was all that time ago, who died and practically left you like an asset to him. You probably would have seen more love from him if you only saw his name on a check for child support.

“Not like this.” He said finally. “Do whatever you want, but not like this. Be more private about it.”

“What? You’re the only one allowed to whore around as a playboy, spread a few bastards around?”

The silence was excruciating. Glorious. You wanted him to start shouting. To berate you. For the news to spread like wildfire through the house, to everyone who ever lived underneath this roof, to spread to friends of friends, that the good child, the child built for the facade of recovered playboy Bruce Wayne, had finally shattered the rose glass that encompassed you.

“... What’s going on with you?” His words were soft. His eyes were gentle. You hated it. He sounded just like when he comforted Dick just after he arrived. When Jason missed his mom. When Tim and you got into another disagreement and Bruce’s hand was on his shoulder, his words low. When Damien missed his old life. A part of you ripped open. Like a loose thread pulled too tight. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t.”

The words escaped in a rush, but the rest of your sentence, the rest of your thoughts, the rest of your feelings plugged up. Like a stopper forced into an overfilled bottle.

Instead, you abandoned your breakfast, your favorite prepared by Alfred. You noticed he had been doing that more and more these days. You stood, leaving your cup behind, and walked out, brushing past Tim, who stood like a shadow in the doorway. He stared after you as you walked from the dining room, back up the stairs, to your room. Half of it was boxed up.

One of your new friends had a friend who had a cousin who had a friend who thought an apartment in central Gotham was perfect for you, a train ride away from your university and over two hours drive from the manor. Away from them. With your new best friends, whoever their names were. You liked the windows. You liked the way it was nearly at the top floor. You liked the way that is two a hop, skip, and a jump away from your new favorite hang out, the one you saw Two-Face at the first time.

Most of your stuff was already over there. You got new furniture. All the remaining boxes were stuff from your childhood. You had been struggling to decide whether to bring it with you, but now? Well, you’ll put it in the attic. Leave it there. It wasn’t like Jason’s old suit, still in the cave, preserved, or the posters of the Flying Graysons or the Grey Ghost. Your things weren’t worth keeping alive.

Your stomach was really hurting.

So, that night, you decided to break in your mattress with the help of someone who was a few years above you at university. You were pretty sure he was an offspring of the Falcone’s or the Maroni’s, you didn’t know. Or care.

The two of you watched Fatal Attraction and fucked everytime Alex and Dan did. Then his head was between your thighs for the final third of the movie. It was a good night. He invited you to go with your usual group of friends to the fun fair next week, when exams were finished. A jab of pain shot through your abdomen. That’s where it began. That was where it ended.

Fuck it. Why not?

It was hard to imagine it like it was before. A dump, the remnants of a fucked up psyche. Now it was blinding with colorful lights, the scent of candy floss and fried food. Even if there was a boarded up section where it led further into the mountain, probably too far gone to repair. Fal-Mar had his arm slung around your waist as your group went on rides, split food between you all, lost more games than won them. You won a few things, often presenting them to your date with a smirk. You overheard two of your friends whisper that his father was excited to hear he was stepping out with the oldest Wayne heir. No doubt some Italian somewhere was rubbing his hands together with glee.

It wasn’t until half of your group dispersed to the scare house that you saw them.

Dick. Jason. Tim. Standing by one of the games, chatting amongst each other, easily knocking down all the targets with the rickety BB gun they had chained to the stall. They were smiling. In their civilian clothes. Not on duty.

Together.

The pain ate your stomach whole. Your throat closed up completely.

They looked like they belonged together. They looked so similar they could be related. Add in Bruce and Damien, and it would look…

“Hey, you okay? You look kinda tired. Been on your feet too long?” Maroni or Falcone murmured against your ear, tilting your chin up with his knuckle.

You blinked at him, slowly, as if dazed. Instinctively, you pushed forward, pressing your lips against his, the warmth flooding back to your face. His tongue felt good too, stealing into your mouth and running along your teeth. Very good.

The two of you took a while to part, the boy sighing into your mouth as you did.

“You’re great, y’know that?” His hand squeezed your side and you slowly let the fair fall back into focus.

The fair, and your brothers.

Tim was looking at you. His hair was falling into his eyes, and he was leaning against the stall beam. And he was looking at you. You always had a hard time reading him. His mouth was in a straight line, his eyes were narrowed. His eyes were different. Maybe. You never looked into them much to begin with.

His hand flicked Jason’s elbow. Jason. Tall and built, his broad back to you. Tim jutted his chin in your direction. Jason turned.

So did you. Back to your date. He had nice eyes.

“I’m okay.” You finally let him know, a smile gracing your lips. That was rare these days.

“Yeah. Well,” He seemed to take a moment to recover from the kiss. It made you feel good. “You need a drink? A-”

A shadow fell over his face, metaphorically and physically. You turned.

Dick stood before you, his smile sharp but it looked more like he was gritting his teeth. Probably spotted your less than scrupulous last-name-having fuckfriend. Did he get broader? There was something different about him. His hair, jet black, was the same, curling around his ears. His skin was a bit paler, Gotham had cloudier weather than Bludhaven so that made sense. But there was something else…

“Hey, hey.” The swishing lights from the carousel sparkled in his eyes. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

“Shouldn’t you be back in Bludhaven already?” You flatly asked, searching deep within yourself and finding that you had no patience for this man. It felt like he was a stranger, ever since you stopped looking at him as warmly as you once did.

His eyes flicked quickly to your date, the boy’s grip tightening on your waist. You weren’t being subtle enough, but then again, who cared, you weren’t trained in that certain art. There was never a need.

“You’re going to hurt my feelings,” He put his hand over his chest, where his heart was. His smile twitched. “Decided to stick around for a little bit longer. The job will wait, y’know?”

“No, I don't really know. Have fun, Richard, alright?” You turned away from him, just to feel his hand reach out and grip your elbow.

“Wait a moment,” He pulled you back around to face him, but your date stepped forward, drawing you back. “Hey now. We’re family. Give us a moment?”

“I wanna go enjoy the rest of the fair.” You shook your head, arm slipping along Falcone-Maroni’s hip and giving it a squeeze.

“Don’t you want to come say hi? I thought you said you were missing Jason?”

That hurt. The pain spread up to your heart, twinging like it was a trapped nerve. You couldn’t stop your eyes drifting over his shoulder.

Tim. Jason. Jason looked better than the last time you saw him. His scar lifted the edge of his lips, showing a small flash of a tooth even with his mouth in a flat line. His streak of white. His eyes, permanent dark circles tattooed underneath them, but still bright. Bigger, far more built than you ever remembered him. Looking right back at you, frigid blue eyes. The warmth that used to be there was missing.

“Rather not. I’m out celebrating the end of exams with my friends.”

“Your exams? Well done! C’mon, you can brag to Tim-”

“You deaf?” Your date finally interrupted, drawing you closer to him.

Dick stared at him, his smile slipping just a fraction, but it felt jarring. Like your grip on a full mug fumbling for a moment. You spotted Jason straighten to his full height behind him.

“It’s fine.” You muttered to him before looking back. “Look, I don’t want to tag after you guys like some dumb kid anymore. I’m all grown up, Bruce doesn’t need to kick you guys into being babysitters ever again. Go enjoy yourself. See you when I see you.”

With that, you slipped your hand into your date’s and pulled him along, to the scare house where the rest of your group was shambling out, laughing among themselves, some shaking more than others.

You didn’t look back at the brothers.

You didn’t even see them again until your ensemble was heading towards the exit, a big teddy with a scarecrow design stitched to his face under your arm. You didn’t notice Tim, feeling warm from the kisses pressed against your neck, a hand pawing at your stomach under your shirt.

“Didn’t know you started rolling with the Fine’s.” He was leaning against the gate leading out, his fringe pushed back, out of his eyes.

Oh. Your date was related to the Broker. At least he wasn’t going to be shot out of nowhere.

You didn’t answer, rolling your eyes at him, instead choosing to give Mister Fine a smile as he murmured he was going to go piss and be right back. You fumbled with your cigarette pack, a habit picked up from a whats-her-face or whose-his-name, and lit one, taking a grateful, long draw. Tim had crept closer. You didn’t like that he moved so quietly.

“Haven’t seen you around the house.”

“You catch on quick, don’t you.” You replied, exhaling slowly, feeling the burn in your lungs. It distracted you from the aches.

Tim watched the cloud of smoke drift into nothing.

“Damien’s been missing you.”

“Liar.” You immediately shot back, starting to feel the stirrings of anger. “What do you want?”

He stared at you for a while, his blue eyes- blue, blue, all of them had blue eyes, just like your father, except Damien, thank god- simmering. This boy, this man, felt like a monument to everything that had been wrong, everything that felt ruined. You hated that seeing him made you feel unsettled, made you feel angry, made you want to lash out. It was unfair, he made you feel like a child.

He only came in after Dick and Jason were long gone. And after his arrival, came Damien. Who you loved. The boy fought against your father, against Tim, against Jason, against everyone, except you and Alfred. But even that ruined you. Because there was Bruce’s blood child, his heir, who was still young. And he was being trained. He was Robin.

A title you were never worthy enough for.

There were four sons more worthy than you. With more promise than you. The thought threatened to bring tears to your eyes.

Not in front of him.

You turned your head away from Tim, taking another deep draw. Let it burn, let it simmer, don’t let it boil over.

“Jason says your apartment is unsafe.” He finally said, words coming all at once in a hurried breath.

“...What?” You stared.

“Bad locks, or something.”

“Fucking…. What?” Your voice began to rise.

“Don’t shoot the messenger-” But you were already turning on your heel sharply and began to march over to the carpark. Jason and his bike were incredibly easy to notice.

You could hear Tim’s swift steps from behind you. Dick leaning against his own bike, less armored than Jason’s. A third one standing by. They all had their own bikes. Just another thing they got to learn on the job, while you doubted Bruce ever even helped you through the training wheels phase of a bicycle.

“Hey, assholes!” You shouted across the carpark, not drawing much attention.

It was Gotham, flinging raised insults were basically a greeting here. Both of them turned and you could swear you could hear Tim’s soft laugh, which just made you more angry.

“My place has bad locks?” You stopped in front of them, gripping your cigarette so tightly you crushed the filter. “Jason, are you fucking stalking me?”

“No.” His reply was curt, low. It wasn’t lost on you that this was your first proper conversation in years, and it was about… This. Everything felt like it was falling to pieces, the last vestiges of a dream you clung to like a stupid child. “Was just checking.”

“Checking? Fucking checking? Couldn’t you call, ask if I checked my locks? Instead of skulking around my place like some sort of creep?”

Jason’s scar lifted before the rest of his lips did. His smirk was mocking. Mean. Nothing like the smiles he shot you whenever he tried to do something he thought would impress you.

“Didn’t think you knew how to use a phone without Alfred dialing it for you.” He shrugged before eyeing the smoke curling around your hand. “Aren’t those too grown up for you?”

The rush of anger that burst through you didn’t even fully comprehend before you realized that you had thrown your cigarette at his face, the length of it colliding with his cheek before dropping to the gravel. A part of you felt relief that it didn’t burn him. Another part was angry it didn’t.

“Fuck off, Todd.” You curled your hands into fists before stuffing them into your jacket pockets.

Jason looked more surprised than anything else, his knuckle quickly lifting to touch where it hit him before dropping again.

“Hey, hey.” Dick stepped forward, crushing the lit end with his boot. His smile was easy, the peacekeeper in action. “Easy now. Play nice. Didn’t you say-”

“What, Grayson? You spill everything I ever tell you in confidence?” Your anger turned on him next. “You run off with your exclusive Bruce-loves-me-best club to giggle and kick your feet about being the most special boys ever? Fuck off.”

“Where’s this coming from?” Tim suddenly interjected, almost lazily.

“Stop it.” Dick’s voice was firm, stern. “C’mon. Take a ride with us.”

He reached out and cupped your elbow.

“Haven’t had a chat in ages,” He pulled you a bit closer. He still smiled the same. “Missed you.”

Even through the layer of your jacket, his touch felt warm. It reminded you of when you were younger, scared, and Dick would comfort you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, usually after a horror movie. When Alfred was away and you missed him and he rested his chin on the top of your head. When you stayed up and he helped you through whatever homework you were struggling with, his fingers tapping against your forearm. It hit you so harshly, so suddenly, in a way that drained you of the suffocating anger that was perched under your tongue, that you had missed him. Bitterly, earnestly, you missed him.

You hesitated. Dick knew how to take advantage of an opening and slowly pulled you closer, into a half hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. You began to relax into it. Until your name was called. You froze up and pulled away from him, glancing back to see Mister Fine, watching you from where he left you. He waved you over.

Jason scowled, his scar pulling on his lip again to show his bared teeth. Tim watched the boy with a lack of interest, a small, amused smile playing on his mouth. You heard Dick exhale sharply behind you. You pulled away, leaving the warmth behind you and started to head over when a rougher, colder grip seized your elbow.

Jason pulled you back, frowning down at you.

“Leave him. Come.” His voice was gruff. Gravelly, like he had swallowed stones before each time he spoke.

You tried to shake him free but his grip was iron. Satisfied, Tim and Dick both got onto their bikes and wheeled out from the carpark. Jason stared down at you and pulled you closer as he himself swung his leg over the giant thing.

“On.” You could feel the rumble of his chest from where you were standing.

It felt like a demand, an order, and you awkwardly straddle the seat, legs feeling too far apart to be comfortable. It was an even tighter fit, trying to fit around Jason’s large frame. He reached behind himself and gripped your wrists, pulling them forward until you wrapped your arms around his middle, your fingers just about able to interlock. Since when had he gotten so… Bulky?

The engine growled to life, fiercer than the purr of the other two, and it too began to wheel slowly out of the car park.

“I guess-” Your date started.

“Fuck off.” Tim said flatly and you could hear Dick laugh.

“What, can't you even dream of keeping up?” He finally said, after a short bout of laughter. “Come on. Ride with us, if you can.”

“... I wouldn’t be able to beat your bike.” He sounded embarrassed. You couldn’t even see over Jason’s shoulder to look at him.

“Don’t have to beat us.” Never before had you heard Dick so malicious with his tone. “Just have to keep up.”

You felt the vibration of Jason’s chuckle against your hands.

Before you could even look at him, maybe make yourself feel some guilt after the nice time your date showed you, the four of you took off, the rumble of the motorbikes filling the night air. You could distantly hear the sound of another bike, the one that had driven you here in the first place, coming after you. You tucked your face into Jason’s back, feeling the wind whip around your face. The grip around his middle faltered for a moment and his own larger, gloved hand immediately gripped your fingers, squeezing them back together before settling back on the handle bars.

The smooth tarmac of the road gave way to sand, the spray arching up to hit your legs as the terrain changed, going off roading. The darkness had swallowed the world around you, nothing but the far off glow of the manors blinked any light into existence. You were somewhat certain that you were on the beach down from the fair, but you couldn’t even be sure.

You could feel the last of the warmth of the sun lingering on the horizon disappear, along with the last of the lights. The air was different now, older, and you got the same feeling as you did when you descended to the cave. You shut your eyes again. It was like a memory. Wanting to watch your father train and tripping down the stairs. Jason ran over to you. You remember fainting at the sight of your own blood trickling down from your knees. Woke up to Alfred gently pressing a warm mug against your fingers.

The roars eventually came to a slow stop, the vibrations below you ceasing. You opened your eyes again, feeling the bike tilt and rest. You were… In some sort of cave. It looked half sunken in, with a section of the roof collapsed. There was graffiti, all greens and purple but the walls were eroded too badly to make any of it out. The other three boys made their way in, throwing themselves down on different benches and old couches that looked like rats lived in them as a luxury. After a moment, you heard the sound of the last bike, Mister Fine getting off. His slow, even footsteps towards the rest of you. Waiting a moment, you let him arrive at your side and managed a lopsided smile at him. You cautiously made your way down, joining the vigilantes. There was cloth hanging from the ceiling, lights carelessly strung up.

“A section of Joker’s old hideout.” Tim finally said, watching your face. “Partially sunk all the way down here.”

You wrapped your coat tighter around yourself. Dick dusted off a section of what seemed to be a pillar, and motioned for you to sit. You did, gingerly watching the others as they stretched, shed their own jackets, as if the cold down here meant nothing to them. Dick’s foot rested against yours, slowly moving against it, nudging your ankle every now and then. He busied himself with a bag you hadn’t noticed, pulling out little take out cartons and passing them around. Intently pushed one directly into your hands, ignoring your little shake of your head, even doing the same for your date.

You took a bite of rice, chewing a bit. It was the usual place that you got takeouts from with Dick. It made your heart tighten. You looked up, into his eyes, and found warmth there. And something else. Something hungry. You almost didn’t hear the sound of food being spat out, at least not until you heard Jason and Tim’s laughter, breaking eye contact to look over. Mister Fine had tossed the noodles down, wiping at his mouth and gagging.

“Gross.” Tim seemed more amused than anything else. “Gross boyfriend you have.”

“Not their boyfriend.” Jason muttered, digging through his own carton as if it had personally insulted him.

The only person who didn’t seem to pick up on what he said was your date, spitting another piece of noodle out.

“Stalker.” The Red Robin faux- coughed in turn, only to be met with a glare.

Dick’s foot continued to slowly drag over yours. Pausing. Then shifting a bit further up, to your ankle. You ate a bit more, wondering quietly how they talked you into going with them, when they were just focused on heckling Mister Fine. Your brothers- No, these men were meaner than you had remembered them. Dick for not stepping in, as he usually would do to a bully. Jason always seemed rambunctious, but now he was downright mean spirited. Tim, while you never went out your way to get to… Know, exactly, but apparently he was spiteful as all hell.

But yet you couldn’t find it within yourself to stand up for him. It all faded to the background. Jason was near again. Dick was here. Tim was quiet.

You didn’t even really notice when Tim routed around for a big glass bottle, filled with something red and handed it to Jason, who slid it to Dick. He uncorked it and offered it to you with a charming smile.

“Heard you’re suddenly a drinker.”

You squinted at him.

“I’m just a bit hurt that you didn’t do it safely, with us to look out for you.” Dick continued and pressed it into your hand.

You were thirsty. You raised it slowly to your lips and took a sip. It was… Different.

“Go on.”

You weren’t sure who said it, but a warm haze swept over you like a slow tide. So you kept drinking. It was… Thick. Somehow warm. It was cloying and coppery but the more you drank, the better it tasted. You heard someone remark that you had shit friends, and echoes of laughter, rising up, up, up. Making you dizzier. Then something like a shout of pain, but at that point there was a pair of lips on your neck, moving up slowly, until they found the point where your pulse thrummed.

The bottle was pulled from your grasp. It shattered in the distance. Mister Mister wasn’t talking or gagging anymore, just making odd noises, like gurgles, but the teeth slowly digging into your skin made it all so hazy. Eventually it stopped, just as you felt the skin break, and blood pulse forth. The room tilted on its axis sharply. It was like getting your blood drawn, except your body knew it was too much all at once.

“There, good.” Dick murmured against your skin, dragging his tongue over the deep puncture marks before beginning to suck on the gashes again.

He was glad he ate earlier that evening. He’d have been in real danger of draining you if he hadn’t. Dick was also glad that you had such a handy snack with you. It kept Tim and Jason busy while he finally got some time with you again. He truly had missed you, even before you left the house, even before he returned and he was in Bludhaven. There was guilt in that craving to see you again, to ask for you to move out there with him. He knew how you saw him, your big heroic brother, the first Robin.

And he knew how he saw you. The little sibling that grew up more and more attractive in his eyes until you no longer resembled the child that mumbled a skittish hello on his first night, only to seek him out and hug him when you heard him crying.

He wasn’t blind to Jason. He wasn’t blind to Tim.

And as his brothers drained the little bastard that tagged along with you free of blood, he greedily tasted you. Tasted your very life blood that pumped through your veins, the very same that had started to sustain him ever since his first night on patrol to this very fair. Same for his brothers when he took them. Same will be for Damien.

And the same would have been for you. Silly thing. Dick parted from your neck, licking his bloodied lips and gave you a small pinch as retribution. Only to immediately drop a kiss to where he did it.

The sound of a body hitting the floor alerted him to the other two, finally fully sated.

Asking you to recall that night would have been cruel. You were full of blood, settling in your stomach, but also weak of it, with three different mouths having sunk their sharpened teeth into your flesh to drink deeply, hands trailing over your body. Jason had been the first to gently push your thighs apart to settle in between them. Pulled at your clothes until your thighs were on show and sunk his teeth, his monstrously large teeth, into the skin. You didn’t even kick at him, not with Tim using that moment to grip your chin, so tightly, so harshly.

He shook you a bit, anger in his movements before pressing his bloodied lips against yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was fueled with years of spite, or not knowing how to make himself as beloved to you as the others were, especially since he was drawn to you instantly. It was unfair. Now, he could hold your head and kiss you and feel your tongue against his, the sire blood and the blood of his last meal mixing together.

Then he tasted your delicious moan as Jason found something tastier to bury his face in other than your thighs. He could hear Dick snicker softly, all the while undoing his belt to slip your hand inside his trousers. Tim, meanwhile, was still running on the high of kissing you. The stupid thing that drifted away from the only thing that had ever mattered and didn’t deign to shoot him a second glance, was now struggling to keep his tongue in your mouth, whining every time he almost pulled away.

You could remember something hot, big, slipping inside of you and Jason’s low groan, pressing his face against your stomach. Tim’s lips leaving your’s and something else replacing them, his cockhead slipping into your mouth greedily. Your hand made to pump Dick’s… Well.

You faded back out. Jason dug his fingernails into your naked sides, just hard enough for you to focus in, eyes meeting his. Fuck.

Being away from you had been torture. Everything had been torture. He felt like you two had been the closest of the entire family. You were closer in age than the others, you were as thick as thieves. The space between you two after he came back…

Jason dragged his fangs against your stomach, pressing all the way into you with a low groan. He had time now. More than enough time. A fuck ton of time. Now he has to focus on important things, like keeping from busting inside of you, just because he always had a stupid crush on his closest friend and they happen to feel so warm and wet and tight around him.

You’re not sure how time passes. Quickly then slowly. Quickly, Jason being the one to kiss you, Dick biting the back of your thigh, Tim pulling out of your mouth and painting your face with cum. Slowly. Tim between your thighs, carelessly digging out the cum tucked so deep inside, before pushing into you himself. Hissing against your ear that you couldn’t leave again, he wasn’t allowing it.

Dick made sure to press kisses against your mouth, finding interest to touch your chest, before enjoying himself handling you, playing with the spot you were most sensitive. Whispering that he wished all your firsts went to him instead of some shits who wouldn't have appreciated it. Made you whine out that you loved your big brother Dick before he let you cum.

Jason just… Sinking his fangs into your skin again and again, switching between drinking and littering you with hickeys. You were pretty sure you could see him mark out a J, but couldn’t be sure, too focused on the way his scarred upper lip looked pressing against your body.

Quick, in the way the cave was spinning and you slipped into a sleep. Slow, when you awoke, completely naked, to your father frowning down at you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

“I thought I told you boys to stay far away from both of my children when finding something to chew on.” His icy eyes dragged over to Dick, who was sluggishly waking, dried blood on his lips.

“You were taking too long.” Tim grumbled, his face buried in your neck.

“No,” Bruce ripped the blanket off of Tim and draped it over your naked form. “Damien is too young. And I wanted to… Fix things.”

“That would have taken… Let’s see, about 5 years.” Jason grumbled, yanking his cargo trousers back on. “Isn’t that how long it takes you to do most important things?”

Your father ignored him. Instead he crouched down in front of you, reaching over to brush some dried blood away from your mouth. You could smell some on him, from a deep gash slowly healing on his wrist. Smelled just like the bottle you drank from.

“Father?” You mumbled, dimly aware that Dick had started to drag the body of your date away, already starting to smell a little bit.

“Hush. Rest.” Bruce murmured. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold a grudge against them for this for a long time.”

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