#Chuck Connors imagine

[poppadom0912]

Hii! 🙋🏻‍♀️

I saw that you are accepting requests, can I request an imagine with Jay Halstead where he and the reader (a surgeon) don't get along very well and, as fate would have it, they both live in the same building. One night the reader discovers that there is a camera hidden in the lampshade that she got from a strange guy, so the guy threatens her and Jay protects her. 😅❤️

Sorry for my English.

Warnings: Stalking/pedo men, brief hospitals, small injuries, and swearing.

A/N: Now that my series is done, I can finally get to completing and putting out all these requests. I wrote this in school. And do not apologise for your English, it was perfect.

Life is stressful right now so I lowkey got carried away writing this because it's somehow nearly 3k words but please do enjoy this!!

You weren’t too sure when it all actually started but it was too late to reverse time now.

Growing up, there was no way to avoid the Halstead brothers because all the way throughout your childhood up until the age of eighteen, you all went to school together and outside, your mothers were near inseparable. You could never catch a break.

What made matters even more confusing was that you didn’t mind Will, on fact, the two of you were quite good friends. You tolerated Will and with both your combined loves for medicine, an inevitable friendship bloomed but even with this, you and Jay just could not get along.

The only time you ever found solace was when the two of you finally parted ways after high school. You remained in Chicago to become a doctor and later surgeon while Jay, he spontaneously decided to enrol to become an army ranger. Your shock could not be hidden.

With both brothers out your life, days were so much more simple. From time to time, you wouldn’t say it aloud but you missed Wil’s company but Jay, his absence almost made it as though he never existed in the first place. And yes, maybe that was a bit cruel but the genuine hatred you had at the mere thought of him or the sight of his face, it made you want to hurl.

And the rest was history. Even with the more recent parts being a bit more pleasant yet depressive, your pure hatred for him didn’t seem to wane.

*****

Fast forward a few years and this is how it all is: your father remained ever so absent, both mothers passed away several years ago, Pat died last year, you and Will worked together and you and Jay weren’t exactly civil.

Living in the same building, on the exact same floor and literal doors apart could only do so much damage.

Today had been a very, very long day. You had just been on shift for a double that had run over because of the complicated surgery that almost went sideways last minute. You were practically dead on your feet. You loved trauma surgery as much as the next trauma surgeon but you could go without blood and scalpels for the next few hours because sleep was calling your name like a siren song.

Upon Connor’s insistence, he drove you home because he expressed his fear of you sleeping on the train and never getting off.

Finally in your apartment building, you dragged your feet to your door, your keys almost missing the hole due to your sudden misalignment. Your mind was nearing haziness but with one final push, you were inside and collapsed on your bed.

Sleep was instant. It was expected but you also weren’t surprised when you knocked out and woke up randomly at two in the morning. You felt semi-rejuvenated but you could definitely sleep for longer.

Drowsily, you stripped out of your clothes, chucking them towards the basket before walking into the bathroom. Doing what you needed to do, you returned and searched for comfortable pyjamas that were good enough for this heat.

Standing half naked in your own bedroom in the apartment that you rented alone was a completely normal thing to do. Never in your life did you need to be paranoid or extra careful. You were in the comfort of your own home, so why was there the need to be riddled with anxiety.

Well, apparently you should’ve because as you pulled you cotton shorts on, rummaging through your draw for an oversized shirt, you caught a miniscule red dot. You were so tired you contemplated if it was a hallucination but a few minutes later, remaining in the same position, the nano dot was still there.

Diverting your attention to the suspicious dot, you threw on a random shirt but somehow, during the milliseconds your head spent under the shirt before it reappeared, the red dot disappeared.

Now you were on edge. Sleep didn’t come as easy this time.

In the morning, everything looked the same. Going around, you tried to look for anything that could’ve been tampered with but alas, everything was in tip top condition. Maybe you really were so out of that that you were delusional, it all really could’ve been a hallucination.

You had a few more hours before you needed to go back to work and considering the state of your empty fridge, grocery shopping seemed like a promising idea.

Your sweetening mood however quickly turned sour at the familiar sight of a certain detective standing down the hallway, walking in the same direction as you towards the buildings only elevator.

Sighing in disappointment, you readjusted the tote bag on your shoulders and walked ahead anyway. There was no way you were letting this man ruin your mood.

Being stuck in the elevator though, it did ruin your mood a little.

For once in your entire life though, Jay didn’t rile you up. He didn’t say anything nor did he even attempt to roll his eyes when he saw you. It was weird, he barely even acknowledged you.

And you hated to admit it, but you didn’t like it. As much as you despised the man, Jay acting as if you were a ghost was something that irked you. But obviously, you were never going to tell him that, it’d only boost his already enormous ego.

*****

“You look like a rat.”

“Ha ha, you’re so funny.”

You took it all back. Everything you said two days ago, you were taking it all back. Jay could rot and burn in hell and you still wouldn’t care.

Over the course of twelve hours, something must’ve changed because Jay’s renewed vigour was back and it was here to stay. You didn’t relish his silence long enough because the second he opened his mouth, your headache returned.

Next time, you were dragging Will and forcing him to escort you up to your apartment door because at least then he’d save you, he’d make this all much more bearable.

The sudden change in weather suited your mood, the rain mimicking your emotions that Jay was only half responsible for. The other half was a result of your newly achieved paranoia and anxiety that made itself known whenever you came home.

No matter where you searched or how many hours you slept, the red dot came and then disappeared again. It was annoying and it came to the point that you tried avoiding you bedroom especially as much as possible. To not be comfortable and safe in your own home wasn’t right.

Rolling your eyes, you fished your keys out of your bag and ignored whatever Jay was saying. You’d known him for so long that blocking out his voice had become second nature, it was something you did subconsciously.

You wished his apartment was before yours, that way at least you could have some peace but life worked in funny ways.

Stopping in front of your door, you were just about to unlock it when your body froze.

“What’s wrong?”

The sudden change in your mood caught him off guard, your frozen body worrying him slightly. He might’ve shared your feelings of hostility but you were his older brothers best friend, which had to count for something.

Following your line of sight, Jay’s eyes hardened at the unlocked door, a slither of light leaking out from inside as the door sat ajar. You definitely locked it this morning, there was no doubt about it.

Maybe you had the right to be paranoid. Perhaps you should’ve acted on it sooner.

Not wasting another second, Jay pushed you behind him and drew his gun. With his shoe, he gently nudged the door open and began surveying the apartment bit by bit with practised precision.

You hadn’t seen the man in action for a while now, it was weird to see him so proper and serious.

With nothing out of place and all valuable belongings safe and sound, Jay deduced that for now, things should be fine but if need be, if anything was out of the ordinary, he was the first person you called.

And for the first time ever in over thirty years, you made Jay a promise.

*****

You kept to your promise. This was a matter you weren’t going to mess around with, even if it was with Jay.

You had just come out of the shower, hair dripping wet, shorts and an oversized shirt on because despite the rain it was still humid and the summer heat wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Stepping into the dark room, you started patting your hair dry with a towel and walked towards the lamp so there was at least some lighting. A dimly lit room made you feel less paranoid.

It was upon turning the lamp on though did your anxiety peak. This new height it reached making it hard for you to breathe all of a sudden.

Without even thinking of the consequences, Jay’s number was the first thing you found on your phone, his contact name pressed within seconds of your discovery.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you forced yourself to move at the sound of the door. This fear was almost paralysing, you didn’t even know what to make of all of it.

“What happened?” Jay’s concern was immediate. All you did was call him and he came over without question. Your call alone told him enough.

You stared at him wide eyed, words lodged at the back of your throat but they wouldn’t go any further than that. Remaining wordless, you simply grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards your room and he followed obediently.

Your bedroom was now back to pitch black; you turned the lamp off straight away because the pyjamas you wore left little for imagination. That trail of thought made you want to be sick.

Jay stood beside you; your hand still wrapped around his wrist tightly while your other still held the wet hair towel that you probably should put away. He surveyed the dark room, taking it all in and trying to poke out anything out of the ordinary.

It was only when you tugged on his wrist, his head turning down to you before following your line of sight and pointed finger towards your innocent looking lamp that idly sat on your bedside table.

But it turned out to be not so innocent after all. Jay immediately saw the red dot no matter its small size, he saw it straight away and alarm bells went off.

Gently prying your fingers off his wrist, Jay holstered his gun and strode towards the lamp, tilting the lamp shade as he fiddled with something underneath. It didn’t take long before he stood up to his full height with a small black square in his palm.

This all-escalated way too fast for your liking.

*****

Jay refused to let you see anything from what he told you was a camera; he wouldn’t let you see it even for a price but he did briefly talk about what he saw in very little detail. What he told you was more than enough to make you want to bleach your body in a bath and move out of state to a place no one would know you.

Jay also wasn’t one hundred percent confident in letting you return back to your apartment alone. That’s how you found yourself wrapped in a blanket sitting cross-legged on his sofa, hiding yourself and your body from the world. Even with your shirt and shorts on, you felt liked dying at the thought of a man staring you down with intentions all but pure.

Gosh, you wanted to be sick.

Slowly sipping some water from a cup Jay silently handed you, you tried relaxing, rotating your shoulders to try release any of the tension but you failed. Fidgeting with anything was the only way you were able to not focus on the conversation Jay was having on the phone in the next room over. He was probably most likely talking to someone else from Intelligence.

The rest of the night, well more very early morning really, Jay explained the plan about how Intelligence were going to go about this but it would all happen in the morning at an actual suitable time.

With much bickering, Jay forced you into his bed as he took the sofa. It was weird that this was the most civil and even most nicest interaction the two of you ever had in either of your lifetimes. You wouldn’t tell him this unless under a life-or-death situation, but you kind’ve liked it. When Jay wasn’t being such a bastard, he was actually kind of decent.

Goodness, thinking about him was not something you would’ve ever thought of doing before yet here you were, thinking about your childhood nemesis at work.

The morning was relatively fine sprinkled with bits of awkwardness. Jay forcefully drove you to work when you insisted on going in today despite his attempts of getting you to stay home. If you tried and told Ms Goodwin the truth, she was very likely to give you the day off. Your stubbornness didn’t wane though.

You shift was normal, going from boring and mundane to fast paced just how you liked it. Nothing changed and it was relieving to be surrounded by familiarity and some sort of routine, it was a big distraction from the mess waiting for you at home. You tried keeping yourself occupied at every moment because any second you got alone with your deprecating thoughts, you were for sure going to spiral to a dark place.

And you’d been doing a great job at keeping busy till a certain detective walked in through the ED doors.

From the corner of your eyes, nothing about him looked off but when you squinted and walked towards him, you could make out a bloody gash poking out from his ripped jacket sleeve.

Now, Jay being hurt at work was nothing new. In fact, it was to be expected and you’d never been too bothered by it unlike Will was whenever his injured brother walked in so casually like it was another normal Wednesday.

However, you knew what he was doing at work today and your concerns peaked to such a height that Will had no reason to be worried anymore; you took it all from him.

“What happened?” You tried to remain somewhat calm, schooling your face as you dragged his non-injured arm towards an empty treatment room. Internally, you were glad Will was in surgery otherwise he’d be smirking and laughing like a manic at the sight he was seeing, a sight he’d never even envision in his dreams.

“We found the guy.” Jay ignored your question, begrudgingly sitting down on the bed, rolling his eyes when you wouldn’t let him get up. “We arrested him. Platt’s booking him as we speak.”

And just like that, all the weights pushing you down under the ground dissipated and you were beyond relieved.

You hands faltered as they went to grab some gauze, your eyes looking up to see whether or not he was lying but the soft smile spread across his lips, you didn’t need to question his credibility.

Without thinking, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and interlocked around his neck. Instinctively, you squeezed him a little, eyes shut as you relished in the good news. For a while, the world around you didn’t exist before it all came rushing back.

Suddenly, you abruptly pulled back, eyes wide in shock as your actions sunk in. Pressing your lips together tightly, you avoided eye contact and went back to preparing the gauze and butterfly strips, maybe even some wipes to see the real extent of the damage your stalker inflicted onto Jay.

Jay huffed in amusement and you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head. All of a sudden, you felt the need to smother his god forsaken handsome face-

What the fuck? There was no way you just thought that.

“He looks worse than me, don’t worry.” Jay started again, a smug smirk on his face as he spoke, his eyes not moving from your face. “He was being a bit of a dick so I roughed him up a little. This little nick is nothing.”

And for once, you didn’t doubt the truth behind his words. You fondly rolled your eyes before going to clean his bicep that was no longer covered by his jacket.

“My saviour.” You smiled placatingly, making brief eye contact before breaking it. “What would I have done without you.”

And for once again, there was no sarcasm dripping from your words. Behind them lay mostly the truth and maybe a hint of your typically sarcasm but without his help, who knows what would’ve happened.

“All in a days work.” Jay’s face didn’t change, his expression not moving a single bit. For a reason beyond your medical and surgical knowledge, you blushed, cheeks randomly feeling flushed.

Maybe now with childhood rivalry forgotten and shoved aside, things between the two of you could get better.

[royboyfanpage]

Do it. Ramble. I adore when people go in depth in the tags. It’s my absolute favorite thing and I read them all happily 💕💕💕💕💕

Ah fuck lads I've been perceived

Right okay no Roy and Connor's 90s dynamic is one of my favourite things ever (currently writing a brothers fic about that exact period) and it's so underdeveloped but there's SO MUCH potential for it. Both of them have this need to be Ollie's son in a way that neither of them can be. Roy's the most vocal about his feelings especially in the scene you posted, and there are so many instances in other comics where you can see his need to be Ollie's son, or his need for the approval of a dead man. When Roy was a kid, before he ever met Ollie, he used to imagine Ollie was his real dad, and his greatest desire is Ollie offering him his legacy, even if he knew he'd turn it down. And to Roy, Connor's everything Roy wants to be. Ollie IS his "real" dad, and Connor DID get Ollie's legacy after Ollie died, but what's so interesting is that Connor doesn't feel the satisfaction Roy thinks he should. Obviously Roy cuts him off so we don't get to actually hear his thoughts, but it's clear that biology doesn't mean anything to Connor. In his eyes, Roy is Ollie's "real" son, Roy got everything Connor wanted- a father who was actually present in his life. Connor only knew Ollie for a very short while before his death, and most of that Ollie wasn't even aware that Connor was his son. I don't know if you've read the issue where Ollie confronts Connor about not telling him he's his son, I believe it's Green Arrow (1988) #97, but needless to say he did NOT react well. (Which I am blaming Chuck Dixon for more than Ollie himself, but I digress, it's still what happened.) And in the Arsenal #3 Roy points out that Connor's a better martial artist than he is an archer which is SO important to me in relation to this, because unlike Roy Connor didn't grow up around Ollie, he wasn't really trained by Ollie, so his fighting style is different but he's still aiming for that Ollieness because he feels like he needs to in order to continue the legacy of a father he never knew and. Good god. Have I ever mentioned I love these brothers? Okay I'm done now

[katzenprinz]

Sharing some Say Nothing extra info/lore because I need to get tf off other social media and it’s fun and I wanna talk about our boyssss, so let’s goooo~

In the most recent chapter we shared our playlist for the fic, and the quintisential Jalim song, to us, is “Devils in the Canyon” by The Strike. It is irrevocably tied to them in our hearts.

Of the OC Marines the only one that I have a strong mental picture of is Connor Jones, and it’s because he is heavily influenced from the character Smitty Ryker from Hacksaw Ridge. I rewatched the movie shortly before I decided to throw Jones into the mix, so in my head he looks very similar to Luke Bracey. But I also imagine him and his brother similarly to the Hemsworth brothers. Like, in terms of how I inagine these brothers looking when standing next to each other - Jones the elder would be Chris while Connor would be Liam; both are tall and muscular and imposing but side by side elder Jones appears far larger/stronger in stature than Connor. (You could also imagine Herc and Chuck Hansen from Pacific Rim.)

When we write, we write everything in present-tense, so every week when we edit and post the chapters I am editing everything into past-tense. I do my best to catch everything. 😅

We haven’t shared this yet, but we intend to make Say Nothing a series of sorts. We are going to have a fic for each of the four years that the team are contracted to work for SOCOM. So we REALLY MEAN IT when we say this fic is going to be a long-haul and there is going to be so much of it still to come. We are going to be writing Say Nothing for years. And we have soooo much planned~

That’s all I can think of right now but I’ll try to come up with more!! Or maybe Gabe @thunderwhenhepurrs and I can do a little Q&A type of thing? Would anybody like that?

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Drunken Kisses With Connor and Murphy MacManus

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, bars, fluffy and steamy drunk kisses

(A/N:) Happy St. Patrick’s Day! It’s been soooo long, honestly too long since I’ve written these two cuties! But I’m back and this was just self indulgence on my part! XD So hopefully my fellow MacManus fangirls will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also I am terrible at writing Irish talk so forgive me and overlook it! *hides face* Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Connor MacManus X FemReader

Connor had promised early that morning that he wasn’t going to be home until late. He had begged for weeks for you to be able to take off and enjoy St. Patrick’s Day with him, but with two employees quitting and an understaffed crew there was no way for you to get the day off. His tradition of bar hopping had to go on without you. So while you worked the day away, Connor tried to enjoy time with his twin brother. Before you had come along, Murphy had always been enough to enjoy the annual festivities but now they both had grown so attached to you, it just wasn’t the same without you. Especially when they knew that you were stuck working and had no chances to leave until the work day was over. 

With one last push you finished your day and started home. It was too late to meet up with Connor so you stopped by the local restaurant close to your home to grab something to eat. Though you probably wouldn’t see him, you were glad that Connor was out there enjoying himself. You could make do with something tasty for supper and a good movie on the TV. You watched the city bustle as you continued on your walk home, humming a cheery tune as the streetlamps began to illuminate the streets one by one. This was always your favorite time of the day, everything seemed so peaceful as employees from all over were making their ways home and restaurants were lively with customers after a hard day at the office. It made you feel a part of the festivities when you sung a little bit of an Irish tune that was playing from the speakers of one of the local bars. Connor had taught you a few songs, though you had to cringe every time you tried as you butchered the lyrics. He would always just laugh and encourage you onwards before rewarding your attempts with little kisses.

You didn’t worry about him or think about him cheating on you, cause Connor never gave you a reason to think about such things. So you were able to enjoy the peace and quiet of your house before it was time for bed. You could still hear the lively streets outside as you laid there in the dark. It made you giggle at the thought of how many people would be calling in to work in the morning due to horrible hangovers. Connor and Murphy were definitely going to be two of them in the hoard of hungover celebrators. Exhaustion from your long day made sleep easy to find and as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

You didn’t know what time it was when you felt the bed dip down, your heart jumped in your chest as you feared that someone had broke in. That wasn’t far from the truth as Connor’s drunken humming filled the room. You hadn’t given him a key to your apartment just yet but if he wanted inside bad enough he would find a way.

“Connor,” you yawned.

“Aye,” he grunted while pulling off his boots.

“Why are you here? I have to work in the morning.”

“Murph gettin’ on m’ nerv’s I needed a place t’ stay f’r th’ night,” Connor slurred a little bit before he finally got his last boot tugged off. He chucked it across the room in frustration as if it had offended his heritage.

“Not so loud,” you gave him a gentle whack on the shoulder.

“S’rry.”

Once he settled down you started to drift off asleep again. You groaned in protest when an arm encircled your waist pulling you into Connor’s chest. You liked your room dark when it came to sleeping so you couldn’t even see the hand in front of your face if you wanted to. So you couldn’t see Connor as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, his presence becoming more intoxicating by the second. He lazily pushed your hair out of his way to expose your skin. He began to kiss slowly, his five o’ clock shadow brushing against you causing you to shiver. He moved upwards going to the side of your neck, before moving to the bottom of your jaw, and then your cheek.

“Connor,” you squeaked.

“Mmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Kissin’ ya,” he purred moving your face towards him. You still couldn’t see him and besides hearing the hammering of your heart you could hear a drunk man singing in the streets. You wanted to sleep and get ready for your day tomorrow but now all you could think about was Connor when his lips covered yours. He still tasted of the booze he had consumed all day and it was making him a little sloppy as he moved slowly against you. You could easily keep up despite being exhausted, as you were sober. You found yourself becoming quickly intoxicated by him though as the kiss seemed never ending. Finally Connor pulled away stroking your cheek before he finally passed out. You snorted as his snores now filled the room as your heart still hammered violently against your chest.

Murphy MacManus X FemReader

As St. Patrick’s Day loomed over the horizon, you and the other bartenders employed at the local establishment had used all week to prepare. Everyone was expecting large numbers of people that were going to be out to celebrate the holiday. The MacManus brothers were definitely going to be two in that crowd of people as they had warned you as such. You had been dating Murphy for some time but you both really didn’t get to do a lot together as majority of the time you were working. And despite him wanting to enjoy celebrating with you on the other side of the bar, it was just too much to ask to take the day off as your boss wanted to be prepared for the large number of customers. Booze littered every part of the backroom and behind the bar as you and the other tenders were loaded and prepared for the rush.

You were losing track of time as you filled glass after glass of whatever your customers wanted. You were certain you had removed a record of bottle caps in just this night alone. You had spotted Connor and Murphy come through the door but you couldn’t manage more than a wave towards them, which they returned but you didn’t see as another order took your attention away. You were losing stamina as the night continued on and on with no break in sight. You were given small breaks but they weren’t long enough as everyone was getting overwhelmed with keeping up without you. So tirelessly you worked and worked wanting to make this as fun as you could for all the celebrators.

One celebrator was not very happy at all as he sat at a table with his older brother, nursing another beer that he didn’t know the number of at this point. Empty shot glasses littered around him but still he glared at the bar and the many men surrounding you.

“Wha’s th’ look f’r Murph,” Connor slurred a little wobbly in his seat.

“Not’in’,” Murphy growled still glaring holes in the bar. But most of his wrath was towards the man talking to you and making you laugh.

“Sure don’ look like not’in’ t’ me.”

“Min’ ya bus’ness,” he warned. Connor shook his head while chuckling into his beer. 

Finally the rush hour died down and you were able to finally get a break that you needed all night. You wiped your hands on the apron tied around your waist and wiped the sweat from your brow. You didn’t realize how many people wanted the excuse to drink in abundance this night. You didn’t even have a chance to talk to the twins, other than the few times you were able to fill their glasses or hand them another bottle. You were sure Murphy would be in a bad mood by the lack of attention, but it wasn’t like you had done it on purpose. You decided to go find them if they were even still around and appease him. You had just pushed yourself from the wall to go find them when a hand grabbed your arm and pushed you back into the wall. You opened your mouth, ready to give the person in front of you a piece of your mind when Murphy’s face came into your vision. You snapped your mouth closed as you took in his bleary eyes and staggering body.

“Sorry Murph,” you apologized, “it’s been so busy tonight I really wanted to see you and Connor more.”

You didn’t get to say anything else before Murphy took your lips, kissing you roughly, his tongue entering your mouth as you could do nothing but stand there in shock. You tried kissing him back but he was so messy and drunk that you couldn’t find a rhyme or reason in the rhythm of his movements.

“Don’ t’lk about m’ bro’her,” he grunted finally releasing you and leaving you breathless.

You laughed cupping his cheek, “Sorry.”

You kissed him softly, hoping to show him that you still loved him. You wish you could have enjoyed the night drinking with him but instead you were making other’s nights enjoyable while Murphy had sat around and pouted. You wanted to make it up to him and Connor as you moved them up to the bar and entertained them the rest of the night with all the tricks you had learned just for this occasion. You also knew if you got Murphy drunk enough he wouldn’t be so cranky. Despite the holiday being crazy there’s no part of you that hated St. Patrick’s Day as it brought your two favorite people in your life into the little bar you worked at and stay for hours. No complaints would be uttered on your lips as you cracked open two more bottles and set them before the MacManus brothers ready to continue on no matter what came.

[octuscle]

Headed to the airport and thought I got on to the flight to Las Vegas but ended up on the flight to South Texas International Airport, not sure how that will work out for me, any ideas?

Las Vegas! A weekend of raucous parties. Gambling. Alcohol. You even had tickets to see Celine Dion. It was supposed to be an orgy in colorful LED and neon lights. And now you are standing here at this airport. The crickets are chirping. The men are wearing cowboy hats and boots. And you are wearing pink hot pants with matching chucks. And sweetie: The glitter top is really too tight for you, you should get yourself a size bigger.

And what should you do now? Take a rental car? You don't have a driver's license! One of the cowboys looks at you questioningly. He spits out his chewing tobacco and asks you something. After a second you think you have guessed what he asked you. Whether he can take you into town. Since you have no idea what else to do, you gratefully accept.

"An? Hare fahwar thuh rodeo?"

You think the question is a joke. But anyway, you say yes.

"Ah thought so. Yawl look lahk uh man who knows how tuh handle uh horse. "  

You giggle silly and hysterical. You wanted a unicorn tattoo once. But you were too scared of the needle. You pull yourself together. And say that you love animals.

"Say, Ah know yawl… Dja go tuh Sharyland Pioneer Ha Skoo?"   

"Pete? Fucking… Sure, we were in the same class together."

Pete doesn't make a face, just takes his right hand off the wheel and high-fives you. You ask if you can have some of his Copenhagen.

"So? Tell may, Connor. Iz chur luggage at thuh hotel yet?"

"Saddle, chaps and vest are delivered in advance", you answer. "But thuh rest uh mah luggage iz still sumwhere between Saint Louis an hare."

"Bro, let's go pick up chur stuff at thuh hotel. An then yawl come tuh may. Thayure's plenty uh room at thuh ranch. An Ahl defnutly hav sumpn fahwar yawl tuh wear."  

"Fuck, great, bro! Yawl know Ah hate thuh city. An Ah hope yawl hav sumpn tuh ride in on thuh ranch. Ah need sum trainin' before thuh rodeo."

"Hehehehe, is yawl tawkin' bout may, thuh Mexican stable boy or wunna thuh year ode stallions."

"Raht in thet order, bro!"

Fuck, you guys have never talked to each other that much. Not all junior high, not all high school. What luck you met Pete, you can't imagine better preparation for the rodeo. The hottest ass in South Texas. And the wildest stallions. I wish you the best of luck!

Thanks to @cowboyupcowboy2016 for the hot pic!

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: The girls are (kinda not) fighting!! -Danny Words: 2,174 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Nothing/Sad N Stuff' -by Lizzie McAlpine

LXII: I'm Being So Normal About This

Ara's so used to not being noticed unless she wants to, that it catches her off guard when people move out of her way mumbling apologies without her having to utter a word. 

"This is my boy, Chuck!" Hedge's voice catches her attention and Ara makes her way to look at the tiny newborn the satyr is holding. 

Clarisse notices Ara the moment she's close enough and lets out a chortle, pulling her into a rough hug. "Everyone, look how tall Birdy has gotten!"

Ara blushes like crazy. Hedge places his son in her arms, she's never held anything this fragile. "He's... cute," Ara chokes, giving him a fleeting but genuine smile.

"Strategus, glad to see you're awake," Chiron appears, handing her a goblet. "Just in time for our toast." Ara stands in front of the crowd, Nico comes out of nowhere and places her gold laurel wreath on her head with a mocking smile. "Out of every tragedy," Chiron begins, "comes new strength. Today, we thank the gods for this victory. To the gods!" 

The crowd echoes that with little feeling. 

"And to new friends!"

"TO NEW FRIENDS!"

Her mentor gestures at Ara and she moves onward, carrying the confidence she gained while proving her worth in all the ways imaginable. Everyone cheers and hollers her name like viewers in a coliseum, and she would know, she fought in the best one. 

It doesn't do anything to fill the void in her chest.

Ara smiles at the demigods before her. "Thank you for fighting for what you love. Without you, I wouldn't've been able to protect this place," she raises her goblet. "What I told you last year, I repeat to our Roman family: I will be here for you, always. The future's brighter than it's ever been."

Everyone drinks to that, and Ara gulps down the content in her goblet hoping it'll take away the bittersweet taste on her tongue.

"Tomorrow, we Romans must return home. We appreciate your hospitality, especially since we almost killed you—"

"You almost got killed," Annabeth corrects playfully.

"Whatever, Chase."

The campers nudge each other and joke around. Ara is standing next to Nico, watching the scene unfold with a vague grin.

"Anyway," Frank adds. "Reyna and I agree this marks a new era of friendship between the camps."

"That's right. For hundreds of years, the gods tried to separate us to keep us from fighting. But there's a better kind of peace—cooperation."

"Are you sure your mom is a war goddess?" Piper calls from the audience.

"Yes, McLean. I still intend to fight a lot of battles. But from now on we fight together!"

Everyone cheers so loud Frank has to shut them up. "You'll all be welcome at Camp Jupiter. We've come to an agreement with Chiron and Ara: a free exchange between the camps—weekend visits, training programmes and, of course, emergency aid in times of need—"

"And parties?"

"Hear, hear!" Connor says happily. Ara notices he's got an arm around Lily's shoulders and Lily is terribly stiff but blushing and smiling. Both of them are glowing silver.

"That goes without saying. We Romans invented parties." Reyna jokes.

"Oh my gods." Ara grasps Nico's arm and whispers excitedly. "Oh my gods! Lily and Connor—"

Nico smirks. "Happened right after the battle. Lily pushed her way through looking like she was about to stab Connor, and before he even knew what was happening, Lily kissed him. It still kind of looked like she was hoping to kill him that way."

"Please, tell me I didn't—"

"The lake still awaits," Nico replies with dark joy. "I wanted to wait until you were conscious."

"Leo's right," Ara looks at him with gratitude. "You are one of my best friends."

Before Nico can react to that, Reyna pulls him forward, taking Ara and the boy by surprise. 

"We had one home," she smiles. "Now we have two."

Reyna hugs him so tightly that Ara covers her mouth waiting for an explosion... but nothing happens. 

She celebrates with the rest, then pouts. "Man, when do I get a hug?" 

Everyone gets up to leave but she whistles again, catching their attention. The girl grins wickedly. "I'd like you to take part in a tradition we Greeks love..." she stands before Lily and Connor. "And it only happens when two campers get together after years of driving their General nuts."

Lily's face gets redder and Connor's matches it with little effort. "I'm gonna kill you," the black-haired girl whispers lividly.

"I know." Ara looks at Annabeth with a huge smile on her face. "Let's take these lovebirds for a swim!"

Half of the crowd knows what's happening and the other is there to have fun. They follow Ara and her friends to the lake and watch Lily and Connor get tossed into the water unceremoniously. Ara claps loudly and then ushers the onlookers away. 

"Good job, everyone! Now go to bed! Malcolm—! Oh, thanks man," she grabs the towels he's brought for the couple.

Lily, Nico, and Connor are the only ones left. The short girl snatches her towel angrily and Connor quietly dries himself, but he's doing a terrible job of hiding how pleased he feels about all this.

"Boys, can you give us a minute?" Ara asks politely.

They hesitate. Nico frowns. "Are you gonna fight?"

"No," Ara rolls her eyes. "I just need to have a talk with my best friend... if that's okay with her?"

Lily nods curtly. Connor hangs his towel over one shoulder and takes Lily's, then pauses, unsure of how to make his exit. Ara smirks, ready to tease him endlessly.

"Oh, you want to kiss her goodnight? Just pretend like we're not here," she covers her eyes and sings loudly, turning her back on them for good measure and pulling Nico in the same direction. 

Ten seconds later, someone punches her really hard and Ara hisses, clutching her arm. "Dude! I got taller but your punches didn't stop being deadly..."

"You were so vain already, but now you've got longer legs and toned muscles? Ugh, you need to be sedated," Lily complains, crossing her arms grumpily.

Ara chuckles and stands upright, placing her hands on her hips and taking a good look at Lily—making a show of how she has to look down to see her properly. "You know, it feels like I haven't seen you in ages."

"I feel the same way."

Ara nods, a knowing smile on her face. "You have my figurine."

Lily's hand jumps to her right pocket. "How did you..."

"I saw it. You were talking to Connor on the hill," Ara points over her shoulder. "We should talk."

"Ara—"

She lifts a hand to silence her. "I'll explain. Come on."

The girls walk back to the Big House, then Ara goes to her room and searches through her closet, carefully pulling out something from the back and holding it with so much reverence it makes it seem like it will fall apart if handled otherwise.

"You recognize this?"

Lily glances between the hoodie and Ara's face speechless. "That's... how?"

"I've had it since my fourteenth birthday," Ara smiles wistfully. "Mike lent it to me and then I never gave it back..." she sighs shortly, shaking her head. "I kissed him that night."

"You what?" Lily squeaks.

"I'll explain on the way."

Most campers are calling it a day by now, but it's still not curfew, so Lily and Ara walk around without being threatened to get eaten by the harpies. Pollo approaches, strolling behind them lazily while Ara tells Lily the whole story.

"But... that means he didn't turn you down?"

"That's beside the point." They reach the campfire, always burning. "I ran away from him. It was never the same."

Ara looks at the hoodie and then passes it to Lily. Her friend stares at it and connects the dots. "It wasn't you trying to move on, it was the opposite... you couldn't deal with your unfinished business."

Ara nods in a composed manner. "When love is ignored, it rots. My feelings for Mike put me off balance for an entire year—he haunted me, and I stomped on every milestone Leo and I had because I couldn't let myself be happy knowing I'd robbed Michael of it."

"And now Leo is gone," Lily mumbles deep in thought, caressing the hoodie. "And we're back to square one."

"No, it's different." Ara presses her palm on the fabric. "I've made my peace."

"And what are we doing now?" Lily asks, knowing her friend isn't done.

"Mike's funeral rites." Pollo bumps into her and she reaches up to scratch him. "We burned a shroud for his cabin... but this is for us." Lily squeezes her hand, shaking a bit while she waits. "Michael did so much for me, and when I say a part of my heart belongs to him, I don't even say it romantically—He gave away his life for us willingly, and I didn't know how to handle it..."

Lily hugs Michael's hoodie and nods, hastily drying a tear. "He was my brother when I had no one. He never asked me to be who I wasn't and only pressured me when he knew I could be a thousand times better. People like him come... just twice in a lifetime." Lily looks at her with an intent gaze. 

The girls hold up the hoodie, lock eyes, and prepare. "What now?" Ara asks hoarsely. "Goodbye is too final and also too late, sorry is inadequate, and thank you is overdone..."

Lily tries to find the words. "My nonna used to say life lasted enough for each human to understand its value, that's why no one lives the same. I think he learned everything he had to and there was nothing left for him once that was done... Michael, I'll never forget our time together, your spirit will always tie our family."

"Mike," Ara speaks tearily, a mixture of longing and bitter peace stirring in her heart. "I'll always wonder... maybe one day I'll get to ask questions."

The girls move slowly, risking getting burned, and they place the hoodie in the fire. Ara hugs Lily sideways, leaning her head on top of the girl's. Pollo leans closer too, and the girls stroke his mane.

"Things are about to change again," Ara warns quietly.

"Nothing ever happens the same way twice," Lily responds wisely. "That's how we know we're growing."

Ara hums, leaning into her friend's hair. "You don't have to move on and leave Michael behind if you don't want to. The whole trip I yapped about him to everyone, even Leo... it is easier said than done."

Lily lets out a short teary chuckle. "Perhaps I should try to move on, Queen B... It's been a year. But I can't promise anything."

"It has been a year," Ara nods emphatically, rubbing the back of her neck. "Too many things happened. I'm not the Ara that lost her Michael... But I am the one that lost Leo," she takes a shaky breath. "My soulmate."

Lily wraps her arms around her waist loosely. "I gave him such a hard time... I knew he was harmless, I just didn't like him because he was making you laugh more than Mike and I ever did."

"Don't feel bad," Ara dries her tears. "He hated you just as much."

"Why are we involving Nico in this?"

"Because—!" The door opens abruptly and Nico faces them, looking sleep-deprived and grumpy. 

"Do you two ever stop being annoying?"

"You okay?" Jason eyes him with concern. "You look—"

"Fine," Nico snaps at him. Then he speaks in a controlled tone. "If you're looking for Hazel, she's still asleep."

Jason shakes his head. "We're looking for you. Ara called for a meeting, she has something important to share with us..."

Ara nods, looking over her shoulder. "And I need the Romans to hear it, so if we could just hurry..."

"It was strange to see them here, Camp Jupiter," Jason says with a little smile, his mind somewhere else. "Now it'll be strange not seeing them."

"Do you regret not going with them?" Nico asks.

"A little," he pushes his glasses up, Ara still doesn't get used to how he looks. "But I'll be going back and forth between the camps a lot. I have some shrines to build."

Nico frowns. "I heard the Senate plans to elect you Pontifex Maximus—that's what this is about?"

"I don't care about the title so much," Jason replies humbly. "I do care about making sure the gods are remembered. I don't want them fighting out of jealousy any more, or taking out their frustrations on demigods."

"They're gods," Nico raises a brow. "That's their nature."

"That's what I told him," Ara mumbles.

"I can try to make it better," Jason gives them a look. "I guess Leo would say I'm acting like a mechanic, doing preventative maintenance."

The mention triggers Ara into rambling. "So you'll definitely agree with what I have to say at today's meeting! I'm telling you—"

"Ara!" Will calls over. 

Nico's soul light flashes so fast, that she doesn't get to see its color, but the girl is certain that's what she saw. 

"The group leaves in thirty minutes!"

"Going!" Ara turns to the boys. "Please be on my side?"

Jason and Nico share a look. "Why us?"

Ara turns around pouting, making her way to the Big House with both boys following her tail. "Everyone else will claim I'm biased."

Next Chapter –>

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[0sincerelyella]

Kit Connor imagine where he’s dating a girl (or boy or literally anyone at all) and things get a little steamy but the partner asks to stop and he’s a perfect caring gentleman about it? Basically that Heartstopper scene where nick says he’s not ready for more, but role reversed and super fluffy and lovely

Of course darling - Kit Connor

Summary: y/n loved kit more than anything, but she’s just not ready to make that next step

Notes: so i am usually not for writing spicy anything but i can make this work without overstepping any of my boundaries, so i am glad for this!!:) please keep requesting!!

i am also so sorry this is really short

three recognizable knocks came from kits front door. He was home alone today, his parents gone on a trip. So he did the only thing he ever does on a day off, and called his girlfriend who immediately drove over to him.

kit basically flew down the stairs, swinging open the door and picking y/n up into a hug quicker than he could even breath.

“Hello beautiful” he said, kissing all over her face. “hit kit kat” she said, kissing his lips. “i hate that so much” he giggled.

matter kit set her down, he walked her into the house and immediately kissed her as the door shut. “i have missed you so much darling” and there it was, the nickname he gave her the day they met. she falls in love with him more everyday.

kit and y/n have been dating for a year almost. the two of them had met at the park while nick was on a walk with his mother.

kit hadn’t seen y/n in a month due to season two of the show coming out, and press and stuff. his first day off in weeks, it was like a breath of fresh air.

y/n blabbed about her day the whole way up the stairs and into kits bed room, climbing into bed, laying on kits chest as she spoke. “and then my sister chucked the plastic bowl and hit the cat.” she giggled, leaning upwards to looking at kit.

he was mesmerized at her beautiful smile as she spoke about her day. both his hands grabbed her hips, pulling her up closer to his face. He pulled her close and kissed her.

y/n snaked her arms around his neck as they kissed. kits hands ran up and down her sides. one of his hands snaked to the back of her head, flipping them over. he pulled away to smile at his girlfriend, moving her hair from her eyes. he leaned down, moving his lips to her cheek, and then to her neck.

his hands went back to up and down her sides as he kissed her further down her neck, onto her upper chest.

with a hitch of her breath in a panicked mode, she grabbed kits shoulders and pushed him off of her gently “stop, please stop” she whispered, almost on the verge of tears

“darling, darling what’s wrong” he said, sitting up and pulling her up with him. “i’m so sorry” she said, leaning into his shoulder. “i can’t do it i’m sorry”

“love, i never want to force you into anything you don’t want to do.” he ran his fingers through her hair as her head rested against his chest.

“but i just, i wanted to i did but-“ she took another breath. “darling, please listen to me okay?” she nodded her head, looking up at him. “y/n, my love, your my angel. and i promise you i’ll never ever make you do anything you don’t want to” he kissed her forehead. “that’s not why i’m with you, i’m with you because your beautiful,” he sat her up, looking in her eyes. “and your sweet, and so much fun, and your my favorite person”

y/n smiled as bright as she could, pulling him into a kiss

“i love you kit kat” she said, laughing at the use of his nickname

“i love you too darling”

[dominickeating-source]

SFX Issue 134 (2005)

LOOK WHO'S STALKING... 

THE SFX STALKER ASKS THE QUESTIONS THAT REALLY MAKE THE STARS  GO..."FREAK!" 

DOMINIC KEATING 

For four years, Dominic Keating played Star Trek: Enterprise's token Brit, Malcolm Reed.  But now that's gone down the crapper, he's back in Blighty. 

Dominic, you've got a posh name. Are you very posh? "Semi-posh. My Mum's family is quite posh. My Dad was a very rural lad from the wilds of Ireland. I come from quite a dichotomy. My grandfather was a Brigadier OBE, but my grandfather on my dad's side was a lighthouse keeper."  What's the worst trouble you've ever been in?  "Oh gosh...at the tennis club disco when I was 13. I was snogging Sally Jinks quite vehemently, and I got this tap on the shoulder. It was the matron of the tennis club. I didn't even turn round but I sort of tipped my lips away from Sally and went 'Sod off!' I was immediately yanked off her and was in a pile of trouble..."  I heard that you were in a drag act, to get your Equity card.  (Wearily) "Yes I was. I did let that out one time, years ago..."  How Method did you go? Did you wear ladies knickers?  "I didn't wear the knickers. I had my boxers on. We did a charity gig at the Crypt in Brixton. There's me, a little public school boy, getting changed in the corner with 40 lacerating drag queens. ' What's the matter, didn't they have your size?' It was a hell of an experience, and very strengthening..." If I rifled through your bins, what would I find?  "You missed your opportunity. I just took back my flat in London after ten years and I did a huge throw out, and it was remarkable the amount of stuff I found."  And the most embarrassing thing you found?  "Er...I'd kept a Page Three of Kathy Lloyd that was wrapped up. (Laughs) What a serious pair she had, eh?"  Did you put that back in a draw for safekeeping?  "No I chucked it out! My fianc�e was there and I went very quiet for a second, and she went, ' What have you found?' 'Oh...nothing!' "  Which of the other Enterprise blokes could you beat in a fistfight?  "Oh, none! Hmm, maybe John Billingsley [Dr Phlox]...but he's got the weight on me. Connor and Anthony and Scott are big strapping, corn-fed fellas. I'm fairly fit - by English standards - but these guys, they're six foot and all muscle. I'm not even 5' 10". But as they say, diamonds are small...!"  Finally, a philosophical question...  "Philosophical? Oh you've lost me right there. (Puts on a Vicki Pollard voice) A what? Yeah, but, no but, yeah. Shut up!"  Please be serious, Dominic. Okay, here's the question : If there was a fight between a group of cavemen and a group of astronauts, who would win?  "Well, it depends on the environment really, doesn't it? But I would imagine the cavemen could kick the living crap out of the astronauts - they're all mathematicians. My money's on the cavemen mate!" 

Source: www.dominickeating.com

[ladylooch]

oh a daddy he was made into, imagine them finding out lucies pregnant

i’m imagining happy tears, kisses and more baby making

Lucie and Con had gotten a little caught up in the moment and went all "wanna make you a daddy" right? Lucie threw her pills out, they got a little crazy for a weekend. And then real life got hard with finishing school and hockey season, so they decided maybe they should wait some more. Do it right- get married, find a house or a condo in NYC, and go slower.

Lucie has never had to take a pregnancy test before. She isn't even sure which one to grab.

In a panic, she just swipes her hand across the shelf and buys twenty of them. The self-checkout is not working and she can feel the judgemental gaze of the cashier as she rings them all up.

She sits with the empty boxes and wrappers scattering the bed, staring at the tests in her hand, waiting for Lio and Connor to come home from practice.

She feels so small and wishes she could call her dad to hear him tell her it's going to be okay. Her heart rate quickens when she hears them barrel in the front door. She had asked Connor to come see her without Lio when he got home.

"Hey baby, you okay?" Connor can tell something is up. The tone of her text was weird.

Lucie says nothing, just holds one of the positive tests out to him. Connor reaches for it, looking at the word pregnant on the digital screen.

"I have five more with the same answer." Connor is staring down at the test. His silence scares Lucie. "I'm so sorry. I know we changed our mind and said it isn't the right time for a baby. I thought my pills were working again." She starts sobbing.

"Luc, it's going to be okay." He can hear the panic in her voice. "There is nothing to apologize for." She cries harder because how is this happening? For someone who chucked her birth control pills, she's really surprised about being pregnant. "I am so excited, Lu. But if you're not right now, that's okay."

"You are?" He walks towards her. She wraps her arms around his waist, burrowing her face into his abdomen.

"Yeah. I get to have a baby with the love of my life. I'm the luckiest man in the world." He kneels down to wipe her tears away. "You know I dream of being your kid's dad."

"Yeah, but then we decided not now."

"This one doesn't care about what we decided. They're coming." He puts his hand on Lucie's flat belly.

"I love you so much." Lucie moans to him later that night, when she's finally come around to the idea and they're celebrating. "Fuck, my baby daddy is so hot." She watches as he strips the rest of his clothes off, pulling her down the bed to place his mouth in the apex of her thighs.

[lesbianspeedy]

(this is anon who asked abt the Winick Connor retcon) hmm foul! imagine looking at Chuck fucking Dixon's work and going "huh you know how I could make this MORE racist--"

they said it was impossible but then winick nobly stepped up to the plate

[redrobbingabank]

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That's 294 more posts than 2021!

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#i dont know if i worded this right but i saw old pictures of myself in third grade and felt both of these things

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Everytime I envision Jason interacting with drug use, I get the impression that he just... doesn’t.

Like yeah, he smokes, but he’s 19 and it’s legal, so that’s fine. He doesn’t care if Dick drinks, same with anyone he knows who’s over 21 as long as they’re safe about it.

But one time he walks in on Tim and Connor smoking weed and he just. Calmly walks over and plucks the joint out of Tim’s hand. They’re both thinking something like oh he probably wants a hit, but Jason just goes, opens the window, and chucks it out. Then he holds out his hand for the rest of it, and Connor hands it over because why hasn’t he spoken why is he so calm. Jason then proceeds to give them the longest lecture of their lives about how using weed isn’t a good coping strategy and if they’re stressed they should get therapy. And then he leaves to chuck the weed.

Once, when Damian was 11, he convinced Bruce to let him have a small glass of wine with his dinner on Christmas. Jason sees it next to his plate, takes it, and pours it down the sink. No glares, no yelling. Dinner then becomes an unofficial TED Talk as Jason educates them all--because he’s fucking smart, and when he lived with his parents he filled his head with everything he could learn about substances and addiction and recovery, and he was heartbroken when he tried to help his mom and she still used because he loved her and knew what to do and why wasn’t it enough?--on how Damian’s brain isn’t fully developed and alcohol could really fuck with him, and how no one there should be drinking before they’re 21 or preferably 25 because that’s when the brain stops developing.

Jason is fine with reasonable, safe, legal substance use, but he’ll freeze hell himself before he lets another family member die to it.

158 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#4

Can you imagine if the batbros got sent to our dimension?

Like, aside from the whole ‘jesus christ our lives have been recorded there is no privacy’ thing, how would they feel when they saw people’s thoughts on them?

How would Dick feel seeing the oldest siblings who look at him and said, he’s angry, and he deserves to be, and all the younger ones who look up to him and think, I wish I had him for a brother. The kids who imagined he was their family to get through tough times. The ones who asked ‘what would Dick Grayson do’ and decided to be kind.

How would Jason feel when he saw the hundreds who would go to war with Batman for him? The kids who weren’t what their parents envisioned, the ones who were used, the ones considered fuck-ups and troubled children, who yell that he deserved better? If he saw the kids who fought and fell and got back up because the Red Hood would do it too?

How would Tim feel about the gifted children, the neurodivergent ones who went so long without understanding why they were how they were, the ones whose parents never hit them so nothing was wrong, but it’d be nice if they ever even glanced at them? The people who look at him and say he worked so hard and he is valuable, who see.everything that he is and love him all the more for it? The people who will never stop trying because Tim Drake tried, and goddammit they would do him proud.

And Damian? How would he feel if he looked at everyone who was just a kid trying to survive? Who became whatever they had to only to find out later that it wasn’t what the world wanted from them? These people who fight for him to get chance after chance and cry, he deserves to be loved, not shunned for doing what he had to. The ones who love so fiercely and so loyally because Damian deserved a chance and so did these kids.

How would they feel?

167 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#3

So Jason’s just died. Bruce is back in Gotham, he’s sad and grieving and Dick is in Bludhaven because he left right after the funeral. It’s hard. But Bruce Wayne has to go to a social event. So, with great difficulty, he gets dressed and goes out to a party with all of Gotham’s elite. He’s not being Brucie tonight, though. He doesn’t have energy for it. Instead, he’s just walking around. People who were there described him later as a shadow. If you weren’t looking at him, he just seemed to disappear into the darkness.

But then he hears someone talking about Jason. About that ‘street kid’. It’s a man who looks like he’d try to explain periods to a woman. Expression pleasant, as if he’s discussing the mayoral race, he talks about Jason like he was a piece of dirt on his shoe. He says that the kid was on borrowed time, anyway. That he didn’t deserve Bruce’s kindness. How kind Bruce was, really, for tolerating him. 

And Bruce, of course, feels rage. But before he can go himself to fight this guy(and even if he wasn’t Batman, he’d win), there’s a loud shout. A child who looks like he’s ten(even though he’s thirteen) flies out of the crowd.

Bruce’s first thought is that it’s Jason. The black hair, the eyes, the way his face is creased with fury all remind him of his son when he was angry. But it’s not Jason, because Jason is dead, and even if he wasn’t he had about twice the muscle this kid did.

This is Tim Drake, child of Jack and Janet, heir to one of Gotham’s biggest fortunes. He has currently already broken the disrespectful man’s nose and knocked out a tooth. Though Bruce is tempted to let him keep going, he pulls the boy off, trapping him in a bear hug like he did when Jason lost control.

Tim is fighting him, practically spitting. His parents are nowhere to be seen.

“He deserves it!” Tim yells. Tears are running down his face. His eyes, Bruce realizes, are a puffy red that can only come from sleeplessness or crying, both for a long time. “He doesn’t know anything about Jason!”

An interesting thing to say, coming from someone who never even met the kid himself.

Bruce loosens his grip, putting his hands on Tim’s shoulders to coax him around to face him. He gets on one knee, looking into the kid’s eyes.

“Do you want to tell me what you knew about Jason?”

Tim’s eyes go wide with panic mixed with dwindling rage. He’s so tense Bruce is surprised he isn’s shaking. Really, Bruce would expect him to be running. But Tim takes a deep breath. He looks Bruce in the eyes.

“He had magic.”

Ice fills Bruce’s lungs, because jesus this kid knows. Not just the identities. He knows them. He knows Jason’s old belief, one held in mischevious grins and bloody knuckles. He knows them.

“I think we should have a conversation.”

170 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#2

my batman hyperfixation is gonna be the only reason i graduate high school cause everytime i consider just not doing an assignmen my brain goes ‘jason todd would have loved to go to college you know’ and what am i supposed to do throw away the opportunity jason would have loved fuck no its all for the little nerd now

362 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

‘I don’t read fanfic’ what do you mean your main source of joy isn’t watching the same people fall in love over and over again, in every imaginable way, in every possible style, because people saw them and cared so much that they built them world after world in which to love each other?

632 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

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[wolviecore]

I'm soft for two boys and two boys ONLY

[tawneybel]

Imagine Slausen getting you drunk enough to decide it’d be a good idea to have sex with him exchange for releasing your friends. He will release them, from the mortal coil. When you’ve sobered up, he’ll remind you that he made no promise to release you.

[zaceouiswriting]

The gay and the jocks (3)

Character: Archie Andrews x male reader, Chuck Clayton x male reader, mentioning Connor Rowland (OC) x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Heavy smut, some minor kinks (Reading at your own discretion)

Connor did not only enjoy the first night without his family, but also the next morning. Before he even fully woke up, you already bounced up and down on his never-flaccid dick. His sudden moans, brought you out of the fog, almost making you scream in surprise. But as you felt his big soft hands on your waist, begging you to become faster, you did just that. He came just a moment later. But instead of stopping, he turned you both around, to show you how a real man, treats their partners.

As you walked into school that day, after the pounding you had received from Conner, there was a visible limb in your walk. People looked at you strangely, but you didn’t care. Head still up in the fog clouds of the sex you had all morning. Chuck on the other hand had avoided you completely.

The day you had promised Chuck, to meet up again, arrived sooner than you could’ve hoped. Heart beating fast, the nearer you came the place, you two hat met never before alone. As you saw him through the window, already playing with his vanilla shake and one cacao for you, already waiting for you, your hands began to sweat.

The doorbell rang as you entered the small diner. Not many people there, as you had hoped. Which let you get greeted by Pops himself. A smile from one ear to another as you greeted him back. Eyes almost immediately after falling onto Chuck. Who nervously sat in the booth, looking you up and down. A strange glimmer seemed to surround you. New confidence, that wasn’t there before.

You walked straight to him, never breaking eye contact. But as it came to you getting there. Chuck did not stand up to greet you. Just sitting there, staring up at you. So you just sat where the other shake was.

For a while, an uncomfortable silence fell over you two, as Chuck just mustered you. Obviously conflicted about what he should say to you.

In the end, it was you who had broken the eye contact, asking all kinds of questions, just talking about your interests. Never let anything slip from his infidelity or your adventures. That was until you looked down at your watch, seeing that it was almost eight in the evening. 

„Sorry, Chuck but I need to go,“ you suddenly told him. He became confused because he had seemed to the thought that maybe something would go on between you too.

„Why? What is going on? Are your parents coming back finally?“ You could only laugh at the last question. Are your parents coming home? As if they cared about you.

But you suddenly got a wrenching feeling in your stomach, as you almost said what you had planned. It felt like you were cheating on him. Even though you weren’t together anymore. Still, love wasn’t gone yet and maybe never will.

„I promised to meet someone,“ you only quietly told him. But he immediately knew what you had meant. He hung his head down again.

You even thought to hear him whimper, but that could’ve been only in your imagination. „Oh, okay. Do we see us again?“ His voice was low, almost broken. The entire thing began to affect him even more than it had you. You were sure, that he already got the point. But at this point, you really wanted to experience other people.

Still, you weren’t a monster, at least not yet. You stood up, walked to his side, and put a finger under his chin, so he would look in your eyes. To feel his smooth skin again, was so tempting that you almost wanted to end all of this and go back to him. Never in your life though, did you want him to think again, that he could do anything and you would still be at his side.

„Of course, we see each other again, you idiot. But we will not be together for a long time. I stand by what I have said to you. Either you accept it or not. Can you?“

He thought for a moment, before careful nodding. „Maybe I even let you watch sometimes.“ Every color out of his face drained, which looked quite funny, but it also was only a joke. „My god, sensitive much?“, you asked him, pinching his cheek.

Before he could answer, you finally set a kiss on his sinful lips. It was a chaste kiss, only feelings of love in it, „We see each other another day.“ With which you left him there, stunned, confused, and utterly lovestruck.

On the other hand, you walked down back far into the Northside. Standing right in front of a small house, in which you hoped the owner of it wouldn’t be home. The moment you had knocked, you heard something fall and then feet quickly approaching. The door got almost thrown out of its frame, as Archie had ripped it open. A satisfied, but also a nervous smile on his face. „Hey,“ he said with his normally almost innocent glint in his eyes. But his mind of innocence was dirtier than your thoughts. He stood half naked in front of you. Only short sweats, wet from his own sweat, just like the rest of his body. His abs glistened with it illuminated by the street lights, as well as the light of the hallway, behind him.

Instead of answering him, you pushed him in, hand on his sweaty chest. Closing the door, right behind you. As you heard the door click in, you pushed him against the next wall. Holding him there at his red hair, which was damped like everything else on him.

Looking slightly up at him, in his fierce brown eyes. He looked out of place, pressed against a wall, from a weaker guy. But he also seemed to enjoy it a bit. Instead of kissing him, you began to lick his neck. The sweat was delicious to you, salty but not bad. Right down, to his right nipple, which he only commented with a slight moan.

„You are sure, Fred isn’t coming back, right?“

„One hundred percent! He is out of town at a convention,“ he told completely out of breath already.

„Good.“ A devilish smile crept on your face, as you again took hold of him, this time by his shorts. You pulled him into the living room, pushing him down on an armchair, just pulling down his shorts, so that his already rock-hard dick, as well as his full balls, could get out.

„Not as big as I thought you would be Archibald but should be big enough to pound me really good later.“

You did not even give him a second to process your words before you already began sinking the cock, that was in your hand, down your throat. Only gasp and the sound of his fingernails digging into the fabric of the chair were to be heard.

Not the entire thing got into your throat at once, you wouldn’t want to overwhelm the poor guy, form the skills, you had thanks to Chuck. Just thinking about sinking down on his cock again, riding him into submission, bound to the bed, could make you cum.

For a moment you forgot that it was Archie in front of you and not him. Even though you felt bad and in still in love with Chuck. This was the most fun you had in your life, up until now. Having set with so many good-looking guys? Maybe even Chuck in the mix? It could be hard to just push this away again.

„Fuck!“, Archie groaned pushing your head down his cock. You believed that he hadn’t planned to do it, because of the shock, you had felt from him. His entire body stiffened, as he felt your mouth at his pubes. „Fuck, fuck, fuck“, he groaned increasingly louder. Letting his head fall, which let you stop what you were doing.

Finally, after a solid minute of you doing nothing to him, he was able to get his boneless body back to react, „What, why did you stop?“, he asked confused, almost angry.

„I want you looking me in the eyes, the entire time! Look away and I stop. And when you cum, I will also want to look you in the eyes. Close them and I will spit it all on the chair, understood?“

Taken aback, he could only stare at you, as you again dove down on him. Taking him in completely, while looking up into his completely mesmerizing eyes.

To feel his trimmed pubes on your face was just one of the best feelings overall. Chuck cuts them off completely, which is a turnoff for you, as you just discovered. Maybe one of the guys you will have a full bush? You only could hope.

He already began to twitch down your throat. Which only could mean, that he already was close. But his face hasn’t said anything in that direction. So you took out your trump card. The entire time able to watch, as his already slightly opened mouth, became wider as you began to massage his dick down your throat. Without a gag reflex, any oral with a man was more exciting. But maybe you also painted an unrealistic picture for him, because most people have a gag reflex. At the end of the day, you couldn’t care less.

Just as you had told him, his eyes didn’t leave yours, but his hands, began to play with his own nipples, while yours massages his perfect legs, once in a while, even going under his shorts. 

He couldn’t keep himself together for long. You had done this trick for a minute maybe even less, before he began to swear again, „Fuck… I'm coming! I'm coming, fuck… get off!“ He tried to warn you, but you ignored him, getting him even deeper, which was also the moment, a warm, thick fluid was shot down your throat.

„Fuuuuuuuck!“, he screamed out, while also buckling up into your head, finally even holding it into place as he came.

For a few seconds, he hold you there, to make sure everything was down already. His entire intimate area, wet from your spit, mixed with the sweat rolling down his body at this point.

His head already again leaning against the chair, breathing heavily. „Can you go again?“, you asked him with a hoarse voice. Still swallowing the remains of his cum. Which tasted awfully sweet. „What have you eaten?“

A slight blush came over his pale face, which was a wonder, because of the immense exercise he just had experienced. „I ate pineapples… Thy guys told me, that girls… the like it sweet.“ His voice is almost ashamed of what he just said. But you found it cute.

„At least you thought about me at all.“ You winked at him, which made him blush even more. „So can you go again?“, asked him slowly getting impatient.

„Give me a minute,“ he just told you. But you hadn’t planned on doing this.

„You have time until we get into your bedroom, not a second later. Now come, I finally want to experience how your dick feels in my ass!“

Already getting him up. His still hard dick, wobbling up and down, as he did. Balls hanging, which you just had to grab, „I hope they are as full as they seem.“ How his shorts hand perfectly the entire time, was a physical question you had no answer for in this sex-induced moment, but you also didn’t care. The only thing you knew was, that he looked hot in it.

In his bedroom, you instantly threw him on his bed, stripping seductively in front of him, until you were naked. Your slim, chiseled body, let his cock twitch again. His tongue wetted his lips, as his eyes took everything in.

„Is kissing okay?“, you asked him, as you slowly came to hover over him. But instead of answering you, he took your head and smashed your lips together. A fierce fight for dominance ensued, while you jerked his cock, so it wouldn’t go down.

He had won the fight, but you were still on top of him. „You will keep the clothes you have, okay? When you fuck me from behind, I want to feel those shorts,“ you whispered into his ear, before sinking yourself down on his hard, thick cock. Still winded from the pounding Connor had given you and your fingers, before you had met with Chuck.

„Fuck, feel soooo good.“ 

Hand discovering your body, while you already began to bounce up and down Archies cock, like the little whore you began to become. But you couldn’t care less, it was heaven on earth.

You rode him until he came. To your surprise directly after, he took the power, pressing you down on his mattress, pounding you directly after he came, so hard that you came in his sheets. But he didn’t seem to notice, just pounding to his heart's content.

Already ruined him, before anything could’ve happened. And now he was all yours and maybe even would compare any future sex partner with you.

Not caring, he pressed your head into the sheets with his colossal hand. Or that he degraded you. Telling you what a whore you are, that your holes an only to be filled, that this is the only use, for a faggot like you.

Normally you would’ve punched him for saying things like this. But in this setting, where you knew that he only did it for his pleasure and yours, it made you whimper. You could feel his smile on the back of your neck, as he kissed you there, after his words. „I knew it, just a little whore, needing a man to show him what it wants.“ To your utter horror, his words were enough to make you cum again.

His innocence you know knew, was fake, just like his inexperience. „Maybe he wouldn’t be the only one, comparing from now on,“ you thought with Archie pounding you even harder than before. 

You two fucked the entire night. And as you beforehand agreed, the entire next day as well, while it was a Saturday. Laying in bed with him the entire day, you sucking him off or him fucking you. Even cuddling, kissing, or watching movies. It felt rather domestic to you.

As you Saturday evening came back home and reactivated your phone, hundreds of texts came in. Only a couple from Chuck, trying desperately to connect to you again. But hundreds of texts from guys at your school, even some older guys at a nearby college, from the school at Greendale so on and so on. Most of them even with pics and videos, of them, standing naked in front of mirrors, teasing photos of them in the gym and some even jerking off. A couple took videos of them fucking others and sending them to you.

Whatever happened, someone had talked and you didn’t know if you should be happy or angry. Because Chuck most likely, will not like that. But you certainly will have your fun. Now you had hundreds of guys of your choosing. A sudden smile came across your face, as you realized what that meant. Sex as much as you wanted, until the end of the school year. More than enough time to rec up a massive body count.

[thequiver]

Excluding Ollie, where do you think the rest of the Arrowfam falls politically?

So they’re all at least left leaning.

Roy and Mia are probably the most obviously left leaning in the family just from what we’ve seen. Roy “marriage is unethical because it’s not available to gay people” Harper who spent his early life on a reservation and is canonically strongly environmental conscious. And Mia, who’s living with HIV, and who would have strongly benefited from stronger social services and who works with disenfranchised youth at the youth center. Yeah they’re definitely left leaning.

It’s not as easy to see with Connor because he was written by Chuck Dixon 🤢 who famously made Connor moderate as a way to make him “better” than his father- however. Connor isn’t white and was bullied for being mixed in school, he was raised by a single mother, he’s not Christian (and 2/3 of American Buddhists identify with the Democratic Party), and he’s been shown to very clearly take after Ollie several times throughout the comics in terms of his outrage against injustice- so it makes more sense for his character to lean left than it does for him to be a moderate. He was a landlord for a while, but I won't hold that against him, he didn't buy the property himself.

Emi was raised by a man who tried to force her to become an idealized version of her mother while making her subservient to him so.... somehow I don't think she'd be too keen on the conservatives. She is also shown to take after Ollie and Shado both so yeah.... I would also rather firmly say that Emi is left leaning. I'd also say it's safe to infer that she doesn’t respect the police. We don't have much that would show Emi's political views or stances especially since she was created in N52 and then fell victim to being paired with bland white bread Rebirth Oliver Queen rather than our old trusty firebrand curse of the conservatives, so I can only imagine how much more we'd have gotten to see if she'd been introduced and written in the early 2000s or the 1980s.

Dinah's a bit more complicated- when she's with the BoP she tends to feel a bit more moderate- she becomes a union buster, takes on white savior-y roles, etc. But when she's with the Arrows she tends to fall not as far left as Ollie, but definitely leans closer to the rest of the fam than when she's not appearing with them. I'd say it's safe to say that Dinah's a lib.

[cauldronofmorning]

the roy kids in their unhinged jimmy-after-chuck’s-death era

Kendall loses his hair, Roman lashes out at everyone, and Shiv looks for a replacement to give her both affection and degradation (she did that anyway before Tom but I imagine it’d be worst if Logan dies.) Connor idk, changes his name?