#I’m obsessing over this because I was NOT expecting Shadow to just… be a kid! Like. Let Shadow be a kid!

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Maris is all of us in that teaser, just petting the ultimate good boi's quills while he sleeps in our lap. That's the relaxing moment you wish to place on everyone and they showed a prime example of those vibes

Darlin’, I would 1,000,000% pet the Ultimate Life Form’s quills as they sleep on my lap. They just look so… sweet and adorable. This is my child now—I’m adopting Shadow.❤️✨

I would absolutely love to see a potential scene (or some l thing similar to) like that in the third film.

[cupids-diner]

hey! so I'm kind of obsessed with your writing ☠️ it's all soooo good, i was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader is a ballerina? (I'm also obsessed with your moodboard because I did ballet when I was a kid 😭) with Damian Wayne plsss, because I just LOVED how you write him nd I thought it would be cute.

Beneath the ballet’s shadow - Damian Wayne

A/n: I love getting requests for Damian and generally any of my favorite characters from shows/movies. Especially when I get to write for specific types of readers (ex: ballerina!reader) because I like looking up stuff to include in the story! I’ve also noticed how my formatting of my stories change with the stories, like there is some consistency but not a lot, Y’know?

Warnings: none

Rating: fluff

Damian Wayne wasn’t one for distractions. His life had been built on discipline, precision, and a resolve far beyond his years. Yet, for reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint, he found himself regularly at Gotham City Ballet, watching you.

It had started innocently enough. He had accompanied you once, claiming he needed to ensure your safety as you walked through the dark streets of Gotham. But after that first time, something kept pulling him back. Maybe it was the grace in your movements, the way you seemed to defy gravity with every leap and pirouette, or perhaps it was the quiet contentment he felt in your presence, a rare feeling for someone like him.

You’d catch him sometimes, leaning against the doorframe of the practice room, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “You know, you don’t have to keep coming,” you’d tease, wiping the sweat from your brow.

“I’m simply ensuring you’re not slacking in your training,” he’d reply, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. But in truth, he admired your dedication, your focus—traits he valued in himself.

One day, after practice, you sat beside him on the worn wooden bench outside the studio. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city, softening the harsh lines of the buildings. Damian was unusually quiet, even for him, staring out at the horizon as if deep in thought.

“You know,” you started, breaking the silence, “I appreciate you being here. It means a lot.”

He glanced at you, his sharp green eyes softening just a fraction. “It’s nothing,” he replied, but the words felt heavier than usual.

“No, it’s not nothing,” you insisted, a gentle smile on your lips. “You’re always here, watching. It’s like you care or something.”

Damian felt his heart skip—a rare, unfamiliar sensation. But he maintained his stoic demeanor, merely raising an eyebrow. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he muttered, but you could see the faintest hint of a blush creeping up his neck.

You laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. “Okay, okay, tough guy. But seriously, I’m glad we’re friends.”

Friends. The word hung in the air between you. Damian had never had many of those, never allowed himself the luxury. Yet, with you, it felt different. There was no pressure, no expectations. Just… peace. He didn’t need to say anything more; you seemed to understand him without words.

As you leaned back on the bench, your shoulder brushing against his, Damian felt an odd warmth settle in his chest. He wasn’t sure what it meant, or why it felt so significant. But for now, he let it be, content to simply sit beside you, watching the sun dip below the skyline, the weight of the world momentarily lifting from his shoulders.

In that moment, he didn’t need to be the son of Batman, the heir to the League of Assassins. He was just Damian, a boy quietly, contentedly falling for his best friend. And that, he decided, was enough.

A/n: does anyone know where I can watch more Batman/batfam movies/slash shows? I have Netflix, Hulu, and Disney plus and like miscellaneous apps to watch movies on but they’re almost always unavailable on those platforms. I plan on creating like a schedule for when I post because I go back to school soon, I was supposed to go back yesterday but my mom forgot to register me so.

[breadbrioche]

fit for a princess

luke castellan x reader

➳summary: a quick fluffy thing because admin eagerly wishes summer can come sooner and is purposely ignoring the ending of the pjo series :D

➳warnings: not proof read, written during multiple fits of delusion, established relationship

➳word count: 1.1k

➳a/n: IM BACK!! Sorry to any who were expecting a TUC fic but the pjo has been my latest obsession so I had to write it

At Camp Half-Blood, the weather is always perfect but, somehow, its even better than most days. The sun is shining at its brightest yet the cool breeze blowing made it so that it wasn’t uncomfortably hot. As one of many campers taking advantage of the great weather, Luke leans his back against a tree with his eyes closed and enjoying the warmth and listening to the calm sounds of the nature around him.

He winces when a suddenly shadow obstructs the light and peaks his eyes open slightly to see what caused it. Though through blurry eyes as he blinks to adjust to the brightness, he spots your figure looming over him and a smile instantly forms on Luke’s face.

“Can I help you?” He drawls out teasingly. You pout playfully before seating yourself next to him, fingers easily tangling with his like routine.

“You should be thankful I’m even here! Seriously, it took forever to track you down.”

“It’s not like this place is a particularly hard place to find.” Luke argues back but you roll your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah but I’d never thought you’d be here of all places” You point out as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What, can’t a guy just enjoy some peace and quiet?”

At that, you bark out a laugh, not believing him. “Not if you’re called Luke Castellan.” You chastise. “You’re always training as if you aren’t already the best swordsman in the camp”

“Did you come here to nag at me or do you have an actual reason?”

“Oh right!” You reach into your bag and place something atop Luke’s hair faster than he could see what it was. Immediately raising his hands to his head, he gingerly felt around blindly to see what it was. His fingertips brushes against something soft yet so thin he could tell it was delicate but also a more rough and rigid material.

As he carefully removes the item of his head to inspect it, Luke amusedly huffs upon realising what it was.

“You made me a flower crown?” He asks as he admires your craftsmanship - various summer flowers were woven together intricately, intertwining to create a colourful circlet. Leaves were bent precisely to frame each flower, some of which Luke could recognise being sunflowers and marigolds.

“I saw some Demeter kids making them and I wanted to try too.” You explained. “Do you like it? I know it’s not perfect but I think I did a pretty good job with it!”

“I love it.” He confirmed and using his free arm to pull you in for a hug to show his gratitude. “It’s almost as pretty as the person who made it.”

Groaning at his cheesy line, you lightly shoved him off you before taking the crown back into your hands to nestle it on top of his dark curls once again.

“Well I think you look way prettier than I ever could; it really suits you, y’know” you tease with a sly grin. “You’re giving serious fairy princess vibes”

“Are you being for real?” He sighed, looking away embarrassed but making no move to remove the flower crown. You giggled at his actions, cooing as you poked his reddening cheeks. Luke catches your offending wrist before using it to pull you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you and nestling his face into your neck.

“I thought I was supposed to be a hero” he complains against your skin.

As you wrap your arms around his neck, you huff endearingly, feeling how warm his face is.

“Ayy now don’t sell yourself short; you can still be a hero while being a fairy princess. I’m sure there’s a myth about that.”

“I don’t think there is, love” Luke retorts which makes you scrunch your face disappointedly. Though, you don’t dwell on it for long as you gently grab his face and remove it from the crook of your neck. Luke’s face morphs into a confused expression, eyebrows furrowed and dark eyes assessing you to find the meaning behind your antics, but you paid him no mind as you grinned happily.

You don’t understand how the boy before you doesn’t know how beautiful he is - and hell, you’d even say that Luke is way more attractive than any of the Aphrodite boys - especially in this current moment with how the sun made his eyes twinkle and his ruddy skin look like it was glowing.

But unfortunately, your thoughts are interrupted with the way Luke drums his fingers at your side, an unspoken request for an explanation. Stubbornly, you deny him the satisfaction in favour of admiring him more.

However, his drumming becomes more insistent then turns into pokes and before you know it, he’s attacking you relentlessly with tickles. This forces you to release your hold on Luke’s face to wrestle his hands off you. You shriek when he resists your attempts and puts his weight forward which pushes your back to the ground.

“Stop-!! Let go!!” You demand between fits of laughter while you writhe on the grass from the way your stomach cramps, you kick your feet and claw at his hands but Luke is, as always, relentless, finding how the whole situation has turned incredibly amusing.

“What…the fuck was that- “ you pant out when Luke eventually stops tickling you. As you heave, you glare up at Luke - the damn flower crown still perched on his head even after all that - who has a shit eating grin on his face.

“Maybe you aren’t a fairy princess hero after all.” You say accusingly. Luke raises an eyebrow inquisitively before rolling onto the ground next to you, his shoulders bumping into yours in the process.

“What am I then?”

“Probably a monster. A mean,ugly monster who disguised himself as an insufferably pretty boy who’s sole mission is to make my life a living hell.”

After you air out your complaints, it's his turn to laugh; the deep sound almost makes it hard for you to keep scowling at him.

“It still beats being a fairy princess hero, for sure! That job sounds right up my alley.” Luke exclaims, urging you to shove him with a roll of your eyes but he’s not at all unfazed. Rather, he shimmies closer to you so his mouth is at the same level as your ear.

“Y’know what being a ‘pretty monster who’s sole mission is to annoy you’ would mean right?” He asks you, and it’s like you can hear his smirk.

“What.” You reply, not bothering to correct his misquote.

“It means that I would get to be with you all the time.”

[justanothervigalanty]

[Revenge]

(robin!jason Todd x fem!y/n Gordon)

part 2: the drug ring

Jason’s funeral was probably the saddest thing you ever heard about because you didn’t attend. You couldn’t possibly. Bruce had to make you promise not to push your self. Which meant 4 months on bed rest wich didn’t stop you were on crutches for the next 6 months and that card left a scar from your shoulder to the start of your neck. Bye bye vests. You became depressed. People tried to help you but nothing could help. Dick and Babs tried to talk to you but you didn’t listen or expect their help. One night Your dad had woken up to you screaming having nightmares about that night. Jason’s screaming the crowbar dragging across the ground the last thing he said to you “I’m sorry” repeating in your head. “Hay y/n! Are you ok!?” He asked sitting on your bed. “It’s him the dream dad the joker!” You said crying into his arms. At this point you had told him that you had gone after Jason that you were what Gotham was called the night’s shadow or just shadow.

“Bruce what do you want?” You asked running down the stairs off the bat cave buckling up Jason’s second belt that you used if he was out off Gotham. Around your waist. “Did you find him?!” You said running to the Batmobile. “No, but this is Tim.” He said which is when you saw a small no older than 12 black haired boy sleeping in the back seat. “Ok what is going on?!” You whispered “y/n I know this is wired but I need you to stay calm.” Bruce said carefully talking out the boy. “He knows who we were he knows you’re the night’s shadow he knows dick is nightwing he knows I’m Batman and that Jason is- was robin.” Bruce said handing the kid to Alfred who took him to bed. “What is your point.” You asked “Batman needs robin” he said needing down placing a hand on your shoulder. “That’s why I’m here so that I can help!” You said stepping back “yeah well I’m worried that you might-“ “what kill somebody!?” You yelled “well y/n after last night I thought that you needed a break…” Bruce said walking away. “So you’re fireing Me?!” You asked “why because you don’t have the guts to kill that mad man! Who may I remind you killed your fucking son?!” You shouted “you know what screw you and dick and that random kid you who you think could ever replace Jason! Fuck you bat!” You said storming out.

“Y/n! Y/n! What’s going on!” Babs said as you came storming into the house and started packing your stuff “y/n talk to me!” She yelled moving herself to her wheelchair and coming over to you. “I’m leaving!” You said grabbing your crutches that you needed from time to time. “Y/n! No y/n!” Barbra said grabbing your rist “you can’t leave me!” She said tears in her eyes “please. Mom left us i know you hardly remember her! I can’t lose you too!” Barbra said holding your wrist tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry babs but I can’t I love you” you said hugging her before leaving.

Around a 4 years later you had found your self one off Batman’s most wanted. You were after the joker and if anyone go in your way they wouldn’t get a second chance to tell you. In till you were reached out to by a drug trading ring who offered to help you find the joker as long as you became a sort of protection against other gangs. And you slowly made your way to the top. To the point where you had one of the most powerful gangs by the time you were 18.

But not everyone took you seriously because of your obsession with killing the joker and none would dear to ask why. Some said “joker killed her parents” or “she was jokers sidekick and then she randomly quit so the joker has been after her eversincs” and to closest one “you know that one robin? Yeah the one who was killed yea! They dated but you see boss is the jokers daughter so he killed the boy and well she wasn’t happy so swore revenge!”

But this life that you lived was about to change in a way you only ever dreamed about. The dawn of red hood

[cgogs]

Hiiii! Im binging Scream Eureka right now, and I am obsessed.

One of the first dynamics I found compelling when I entered the DSMP fandom was Sam and Dream. It’s fascinating to me: how Dream commissioned Sam to build the prison, how he trusted Sam to take care of him in the prison, how he relied on Sam for food, how Sam feared Dream but basically owned him. And with the Quackity torture that Sam willingly allowed? Chef’s kiss.

Sadly though, i couldn’t find anyone initially interested in the pairing, so I just went with other, more common dynamics (like c!drunz and c!dnf)

But as I was re-reading Oxeye Daisy again (I’m not sorry), i decided to check your backlog, only to discover you wrote a c!awesamdream fic.

I’m only on chapter three, but this has easily reached the same level of intensity of Oxeye Daisy, if not more. A story about a warden and a prisoner somehow falling in love, and it being somewhat heathy??? Not only to mention that they are married and expecting a kid??? Only you could manage to make such an insane plot turn into a beautiful story on forgiveness and moving on.

I already knew how well you wrote Dream from Oxeye Daisy, but it hit me all over again with this fic. The way you write his trauma always fascinated me: you somehow manage to capture the sheer horror and agony of the prison AND make it palpable for the audience to read. Often times I find gory scenes too surreal to capture the gravity of the situation, but reading the Quackity torture scenes chills me to my bones every single time.

Furthermore, the way you capture Dream’s paranoia and hysteria? Absolutely breathtaking. I know logically that Quackity isn’t there, that Dream isn’t wearing the jumpsuit, that Dream isn’t in that basement, but I still find myself doubting that because Dream is so sure of those hallucinations that I, the reader, almost believe it too. It’s just such damn impressive writing.

And Sam. God, Sam. It’s hard to write an abusers who’s changed. How do you justify the actions of the past? How do you make very good thing seem good when the shadows of the past still linger? It’s an extremely hard question to tackle, but you take that challenge with Sam in this fic. You show his hesitance toward the initial sexual arrangement. You show the love he has for Dream. You show how his duties as a Warden (keeping Dream alive) translate into his duty as his husband (keeping Dream happy). You don’t justify his actions, but you also don’t damn him for it. You humanize him. You make us want this relationship to work.

I still have many questions: is this the same universe as Oxeye Daisy, what was the turning point for Sam and Dream, how did they get to this town? But, I’ll guess I’ll just have to read.

Thank you, once again, for your words. I always treasure them.

Sincerely,

Reina

Long comments like this mwan everything to me where do i even begin

I know what you mesn when you talk about how their relationship makes uou feel because i felt much of the same. Wanting dream to be happy means kind of hoping for the best with the lot hes been given despite the horrific history. But theres always that looming realism that hes never really gonna get what he wants and what has has is, also, horrific. And then theres kind of rooting for sam whos changed but too little too late

Im glad that im.able to portray this through writing ive been nervous im not hitting the beats!

[artemiseamoon]

Preview: Prelude to Dawn

Ramon x Princesa aka RC

A post fic oneshot for Flirting with Danger

Words: 2,729

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I was thinking about them and this old ask. So this happened! My work is on A03, so I strongly suggest, if you don’t have an account with them, sign up. If you need help navigating a03 read this, I do not give out accounts, they do. I have zero plans to post in full again on tumblr. So this is THE way to read my work, anything written after last fall. PLUS In the future (I’m seriously considering this) I may take all full work off tumblr, but keep it only on A03. To whoever this Anon was, thanks again! I guess your ask seeded in my brain over the months.💜

Obviously major spoilers if you have not finished the fic. So if you keep reading you’ve been warned.

⏱ about 5 years after the post-fic bonus chapter. So Isabel is about 8 and their other daughter, Elisa, is around 5. We can imagine they have settled nicely somewhere and living a full life, carefully and far from anywhere they’d get in trouble.

⚠️Warnings: none really, some suggestive stuff, an off screen hookup, nothing hardcore or full on.

Leaning against the building, you gaze at the sunset. The sky is ablaze with orange accents, casting moody shadows along the ground. There’s something about sunsets that you’ve always found peaceful, and you fondly recall the very first one you watched with Ramón all those years ago. It felt like a different world, from then to now.

Sunsets make you think about dreams, wishes, and things to come. Your first sunset in Mexico was filled with excitement and anxiety, you could only anticipate so much, and for the most part, you figured you’d be stuck at a desk, pushing paperwork and doing transcripts since that's the way things were going. You took a gigantic risk when you signed up for the case that changed your life forever.

You have a family now, you’re a mother to two, and you've married to the love of your life. When you imagined falling in love before Mexico, you never imagined this. You hoped your future man would be strong, smart, and creative. You hoped for a person who would love you and treat you well, while not trying to change you or make you fit into a mold. Still, love wasn’t high on your list of properties, your career took the lead.

The last thing you expected to happen in Mexico was love, especially with him. Even with the hardships, the tears, and the struggles along the way, you couldn’t be happier with your now. Someway, somehow everything turned out better than imagined. The three years you've spent apart, before he found your beach house, feels like another life.

As you continue to watch the sunset, the sweetness of Ramón’s lips pulls you back to the present moment as he kisses your shoulder.

“Where’d you go?” He asked, slowly sliding one arm around your body as he snuggled closer.

“Just thinking about things.”

“Everything is fine mama bear,” he replied and kissed the side of your face.

Ramón started calling you that because though you value your time away from the kids when you can get it, you can’t help but worry when you’re away from them.

It’s a funny thing really, especially for someone who didn’t want kids at all, and freaked out when you found out you were pregnant eight years ago. Though you do worry at times, you’re actually feeling really relaxed right now, especially since the kids are with Dina. She’s often visited you and Ramón’s home and stays for long periods of time; she’s obsessed with the kids, and they love her to pieces.

“I know, I’m good,” you finally replied as he watched you. Resting one hand on his chest, you use the other to play with the buttons on his shirt. “You look yummy.”

Your comment makes him laugh. Once you and Ramón settled down, and life started to feel safer, his inner fashionista started to come back, much to your pleasure. He’s always nice to look at, and now that the nice outfits and especially those shirts you love so much are back, you extra can't keep your hands off him.

“Mi amor, they voted us the most stylish parents.” he commented with a chuckle then popped his collar, clearly proud of it.

“Clearly, look at us” you smile and pull him in closer to you by his collar.

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He’s gonna be the fucking death of me first killing the joke and now silverscreen 😭😭😭

Indie rock icon, last shadow Puppets star and one of Merseyside’s most notable musical exports, Miles Kane, returned this year with his fifth album ‘One man Band’. Following on from his last two records which are packed with Glam stompers, the new album saw him dive back into the punchy Indie sound that first earned him waves of fans. We spoke with Miles about how his songwriting, style and sound have evolved over the years…

Q. You’ve had a productive spell recently releasing two albums in two years, have you enjoyed focusing on you solo work?

A. “Yeah, I think especially on this record. I just love making tunes, you know? I think on this one, it was great working with our James, my cousin from the Coral and Alfie Skelly too. Also, not having that pressure of a major label and just being fully in control of what I want to do. There’s always a plan and an expectation but I think I’ve really taken control of the ship on this album. I think I just got in a zone. It wasn’t a/masked but the quality of songs came quite quick, which doesn’t always happen.”

Q. How important to you is your visual identity as an artist?

A. “It’s always been massively important with me, whether it’s super stylized suits or glam rock makeup. There’s many sides to my sort of style, but on the new album I’ve just been feeling the more casual side both in life and in music. I just wanted it to be not super posed and sexy, I wanted it to feel more natural.”

Q. What drove you to write the track ‘Baggio’

A. “Im obsessed with Italian shirts and always have been as a kid. So I think it was a story about that childhood and my intriguement/ obsession with Italian football. It’s more of a song about childhood, reminiscing and remembering these specific little things. For me, it was World Cup 94, watching Italy and seeing Baggio. You could have said Oasis or something like that but Baggio’s a bit cooler and I think people around me like James and Alfie were like ‘Oh, this is so you’ because obviously they know me and I think that’s why it connected. I think at first some people were like, ‘ what are you on about there?’ but it’s these kinds of songs that I’m glad I stuck to my guts on.”

Q. Was it fun to explore the retro football style too with the single ‘Baggio’?

A. “Yeah, I love all that. I love all the old footy shirts because I think it sort of takes me back to a weird comfort memory of being a kid and I think a lot of those old footy shirts are super chic. The photo of me in the Baggio shirt wasn’t like a set up photo shoot. Chaz who plays bass was bringing his camera in and took that. I guess it was more candid and summed up the album better for me than trying to look cool or giving it the big one.”

Q. Are there any other celebrity icons or physical anchors you use to inspire your songwriting?

A. “Yeah, loads man. Rocky… fucking Al Pacino. There’s loads of wrestlers that I’ve taken inspiration from. I get very inspired by stuff like that, whether it be a jacket or it’s a bit of makeup or whatever, I’m quite obsessed. I get the mood of something I’m into and it’ll inspire me to do my version of that feeling. It sounds quite mad to explain it, but for me, that just works”.

Q. You’ve written songs on Merseyside, in London, America, at home or on tour… does your environment impact the kind of songs you’re writing?

A. “I’d say it’s more about where you’re at in your head you know. A lot of the songs on the new album were written up north and a lot was written on my couch in London where I am now. If I wanted to go and make a reggae album in Jamaica maybe that would have a big effect on it haha but, for me, I think it’s more about where I’m at in my mind.”

Q. How has Merseyside impacted you as a musician and as a person?

A. “Where you’re from is who you are, isn’t it, it’s everything. I’ve learned from all those Merseyside bands, The Coral, The Zutons, The Bunnymen, Teardrops, The Beatles. I saw them and wanted to be like them guys, you know? It was just engraved in me. I probably wouldn’t be sat here talking to you without them.”

Q. Which is your favorite track to play live off the new record?

A. “I could play this whole album live to be honest! I think ‘Never taking me alive’ is my favorite track ever to play to be honest. It’s kind of my new ‘Inhaler’ or ‘Come closer’, it’s got that big old riff and the big energy. I love that side of my tunes. Making this album I really fell in love with playing guitar again. I really want the guitar to be at the front just as much as the words are. I’ve really embraced that side of myself. Again, it’s simpler and I think that suits me. I like those other sides of me, don’t get me wrong but give me a riff and some lyrics and that’ll do me mate.”

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Oh do I love him (the lipstick paired with him so openly talking bout using glam makeup in the above interview 🫶🏽🫶🏽🥰)

Please i can’t he’s so dog dad; good to know he loves Maxie just as much as we do (the audio says “you talking to me?!”(from taxi driver)

[surrealsunday]

ahahahah don’t worry i didn’t take it personal, it happens to the best of us too, especially when life is here shsbdb

fr i really liked chap10 and the mix between these smexy and raw emotional moments was very good and it felt natural, very them i’d say. also glad you liked my memes ahah it’s a pleasure to provide every time 😌

ahahah poor idriss yeah he’s going through it in every universe lmao but hopefully he’s always got a manon to cheer him up <3

oooh i love how the minute by minute cameo wasn’t planned, it makes the moment even more true and natural (once again) between them! and yes they’re destined to have that moment no matter the universe 🤍

truly the shadow pic is one of the best (and one of my fav) all fics combined i think! your obsession with it made it looked perfectly them, in every way 😌

well we may be the best readers in the world but you are one of the best writers as well! you truly have a talent to make a fic alive and real! and i’m so glad our comments and thoughts on your elu fics are giving you the will to continue writing for that fandom (we’re really thankful for that 🤍). one of the best distraction <333

lmaoo i don’t know that julie but i love her ahah! she has all the right to be proud of herself, as she should 😌 so as she’s already begging you to write new stories, do we expect another fic in the future? 👀

anyways all the love to you too! it always is a pleasure reacting to you fics, always giving me a good time so lots of kuddos to you 💞💞💞

oh PS: the other day i realized i forgot another thing in my message 😭 (i blame uni for making me too tired to not connect my brain properly lmao) but it was abt axel and his moustache 🤣🤣 i wanted to say that i agree with you 100%! like it’s so shitty behavior to send a personal message just to say you don’t like it. i mean how do they think he’s gonna react? “aw you don’t like it..okay i’m gonna shave it so you’re happy abt it again and like me better again” this is bullshit lmao of course he had a good laugh abt it and plays with it🤣 he really seems to like it and that’s what matters (even if we think it’s meh). but yeah very lucas lallemant behavior dbdjdb

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I love that YOU love the shadow pic that much! That made me think about what my fave edits are 🤔. Shadow pic is probably up there because I love the context of it too and Eliott's caption. It just felt like a perfect close to their story. Then I'd probably have a soft spot for some of the Lucas tattoo edits from Mood Tattoo. Or the baby Elu from Punzel 🥺. I do have fun with edits I must admit 😌.

As for future fics... Julie is keeping a list of the au's I have mentioned off hand and that she demands I write 😂. At the moment, I'm writing a fic for a different fandom (we'll see if I manage to complete it because it's a different one for me). And writing for other characters tends to be a brain break for me and it reenergizes me for Elu. So we'll see if that happens! At the end of the day I really have loved writing and it's become so a fun hobby for me, so as long as I'm having a good time doing it, I doubt I'll stop. And I'm so thankful for your words and your interest in reading more from me 🥹💞.

Omg the mustache aldkfjalsdkfj. Yes lmao. But Axel really is a shit disturber of the highest order and I just know that he loves the attention - good and bad. He is such a theatre kid lolol. Like, polar opposite personality from me, but I appreciate and stare in awe at the extrovert he is. So he can just keep doing him, and I will just shed a tear or two over the pics I can't use/ would have to edit due to that damn 'stache 😂.

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OK OK OK OK OK IK OK OK in all seriousness this update is so good. I was so excited for it and it SO VERY MUCH SURPASSED my expectations!!! It’s very clear how much love and time and effort you’ve put into the comic and the characters and it’s so fun to see it come to life!!!!

COMMENT TIME

CORIIIIIIIIIIIIII HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE??!!??!!?

SITTING WITH DOGGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!??!?! LOOKING AT BUGS!!?!!!??!!!??!!!!! ITS EVEN A DRAGONFLY THATS MY FAVORITE BUG AAAEWWEEWEEEJJEKEKEKEKRKFKFKFK!!!!

Also he’s being a little shit and I love him so much oh my god.

He knows he can get away with it and he is absolutely correct.

Also I’m obsessed with the background differences here. Cori’s is all cute patootie pink sparkly and he’s got the baby puppy dog eyes ahdjgkkfkaofkgjrj and Specter’s is dark depressing rainy day, which. Yeah.

It’s ok Specter, Cori will force you to smile one day :)

Oh Kiri. Oh Kiri. Oh Kiri. Oh boy. Oh bestie. Oh. He. Oh.

I love all of this

The sad eyes, the eye bags for the poor traumatized child, the red strings, the droopy ears, OUGH

The third page is beautiful!!! I see secrets. AND ALSO AN UNGULATE!!!! Ungulate spotted

HES SO CUTE AND SMALL AND FUNNY

HOW IS HE SO CUTE AND SMALL AND WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO HIM LEE IM SO AFRAID 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE HIM

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Oh Specter’s gonna have an ENTIRE crisis over this. I love the use of the meme lol it’s so perfect and funny. He’s having a crisis. ALL OF THE EXPECTATIONS HE’S HAD TO LIVE UP TO THAT SOMEWHAT RUINED HIS LIFE, ARE BECAUSE OF THIS SMALL SILLY UNSERIOUS NAIVE CHILD!!?!!??!!? Cori is much more that that and not naive like the persona he puts off, but of course Specter doesn’t know this yet. I’m so excited to see more of their relationship as it develops. Will Specter resent Cori? Impossible Cori is too small. Will Specter be able to heal his resentment? Will Specter learn that the pressure put on him was wrong? Will he learn that it’s ok to be a kid and he doesn’t have to be cynical to survive? SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES HEHEHEHHE

THEY’RE SO FUCKING FUNNY THAT IS DAD AND CHILD BEHAVIOR HAHAHHA

Holy shit I love them so much oh my god. Oh my god. Ooooooohhhhh my goooOOOOOOD. Specter’s trying to be cool and emo but he’s actually just lonely and sad 🥺 BLORBO NEEDS A HUG FROM HIS NEW DAD AND NEW LITTLE BROTHER

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My opinion on Doctor Who series 4.

This show is starting to take over my life. Help me. I was really invested in this season, and as always, I don’t have anyone to obsess with, so I’m putting it out into the void of Tumblr for hopefully someone to see.

I love Donna when she’s with The Doctor, otherwise she’s a bit of a prick. But, that’s not exactly a bad thing I guess. I like how she’s more outspoken compared to the other companions.

Episode 1: I enjoy watching Donna trying to find The Doctor. It’s pretty satisfying and annoying seeing them just slightly missing one another. The scene with them communication through the window was interesting to watch. And the fat babies are absolutely adorable!

Episode 2: Loved the setting. The history episodes are always interesting for me. I liked how The Doctor used the term Volcano Day here for the actual Volcano. The clothes look amazing! And I did not expect to see the 12th doctor this early on!

Episode 3: Ood. The Ood are cool.

Episode 4/5: I didn’t mind these episodes. They were alright. Wasn’t the person who played the smart kid in the later seasons of Horrible Histories? I find I recognise people if they were in Horrible Histories (yes, even from the later seasons, somehow).

Episode 6: I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS ONE! Georgia Tennant. She’s amazing. I knew she played The Doctor’s daughter, I just didn’t know exactly how that was going to have worked. It’s really interesting seeing David and Georgia interact in this episode. Did I cry? Heck yeah. I adore Jenny and I hope she comes in later seasons. It’s sweet seeing The Doctor interact with his daughter, especially knowing that he’s been a dad before.

Episode 7: I’ve never really looked into Agatha Christie’s works before, but I absolutely love the idea of doing a murder mystery with her. Loved the confrontation at the end as well. I need more of those. Also, the gay guys made me feel really sad. I spent the whole time hoping for them to be happy, but of course, one of them had to die :(

Episodes 8/9: The library is a cool idea as well as the creature who live in the shadows. If they were put in a more realistic situation, I’m pretty sure I’d get nightmares from them. River Song is an interesting character. I’m not particularly a fan at the moment for some reason, but I’m interested in her story (especially that she said The Doctor’s name). One thing I do love about her is that we see her ending first. We know what happens to her before we really know who she is. It’s also nice that she’s got a somewhat happy ending. And, as I was saying before, if someone’s on Horrible Histories, I recognise them easily. I was surprised to see Steve Pemberton there.

Episode 10: One of my favourite episodes of the season. Episodes where The Doctor is on his own are always interesting to me. I’m not usually a fan of episodes where they’re trapped on a ship, but I really liked this one. They had a unique Alien to deal with. It was pretty funny seeing all the passengers communicating with one another. Jethro was definitely my favourite character out of the passagers (minus the doctor). I like how he doesn’t take it serious.

Episode 11: Loved the concept, but it made me feel kinda depressed by the end of it. Nice to see Rose again. One thing I didn’t say earlier is that I love how she’s hinted throughout the season.

Episode 12/13: Nice to see the gang all together. Not happy that Harriet Jones died! I love her! Still find it funny that everyone knows who she is. I’m kinda fed up with the salt shakers though. Can they die for real any time soon? The ending with Donna was so sad because he can’t say what he wants to. Just like with Rose.

The Next Doctor: This was unique. I’m not going to say it’s my favourite episode, but it was fun to watch someone convinced they’re The Doctor.

Planet of The Dead: Found this one fun to watch to. I love getting to know a bunch of characters, who you’ll probably never see again after that episode. In addition, I was surprised how little people died throughout the whole thing. Christina was a nice character.

The Waters of Mars: Most of this episode was spent yelling at my TV because The Doctor wouldn’t leave. It’s an interesting concept, but the ending made me a little annoyed with The Doctor.

The End of Time: Who doesn’t like Wilfred? He’s great! I love his relationship with The Doctor. The way The Doctor started crying when he told Wilfred he knew he was going to die. Urgh! That hurt. And Lawry Lewin was in it! Love Horrible History actors (if that wasn’t obvious by now). I kinda ship The Doctor and The Master. Did since their first interaction. They seem really close together, no matter if they’re enemies. They kind of only have one another given their situation. I always want to learn more about The Time Lords, but I’m guessing I’m not going to be a fan of them.

The ending though. That hurt. I could feel the pain when Wilfred knocked 4 times. The montage of him getting his reward was so adorable though! It’s so cool how they managed to fit so many seasons into less than 10 minutes. Seeing all the references in the bar was probably the best. Jack being Bi is also cool as you don’t see many Bisexual people in media. Some of the moments in that montage really hit hard. My favourite episodes were 3x8 and 3x9 so him going to that book signing was sweet. Especially since he still cares for Joan. And him going to Rose before they met. That was quite sad, especially since she doesn’t know who he is at that point.

I’m sad to see David go. I actually started watching this show because of Good Omens, so David Tennant was the main reason I stayed. I do adore this show though, and I’ve heard good things about Matt Smith, so I’m guessing the next few seasons will be great too. I can’t believe I put this show off for so long! The newer show started before I was born, so I’ve literally been putting this off my whole life. I did watch a few episodes when I was younger. It’s practically inevitable being British. I never really understood why people liked it back then, but I do now. I remember having nightmares over the first episode with the moving mannequins and I had a fear of the Weeping Angels (definitely blame Lego Dimensions for that one). I’m pretty sure I watched nearly a full season with the 12th doctor with my parents when it was coming out.

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Ranting about Sonic X, a lot of critical stuff so feel free to skip if you like Sonic X XD, I might even go into some personal stuff later so yeah... this was longer than I intended ha ha

So, my best bro and I have been working through watching Sonic X and we’re nearly finished the season 3... Sonic X has frankly been a chore to get through at times...especially season 3

Of all the Sonic cartoons/anime I had the highest expectations for Sonic X because it was (and as far as I know still is) the adaptation that’s closest to the video games in terms of the original Sonic characters, the Japanese version having the original voice cast also helps.

But honestly the need to place Sonic in the ‘human world’ has always been very strange to me because there are humans in Sonic’s world in canon and this seems to be forgotten constantly, with Sonic X being the first offender of this and the live action movies doing their own version of the same thing.

So,there’s that and thanks to that most of season one was dedicated to getting us attached to the human characters, of which some are interesting, but the human lead, Chris, is not...he’s 12 but he acts 10 so I honestly flat out forgot 12 was his canon age. He’s a privlaged rich american kid who acts like he’s all alone despite his maid and butler doing a good job of raising him while his parents are pretty much absent because of their work and when tyhey are around spoil him...so yeah there’s that.

He forms a bond with Sonic and honestly the tone often feels kinda romantic, at least of Chris’ end. I don’t think they intended it that way but I mean...I’d take Sonic 06′s Elise over Chris any day (the one they actually acuse of pushing a relationship with Sonic and a human lol). I guess I’ll stop my rant about Chris here because there’s more that I wanted to say but... I don’t want this to all be about him...I just want to add one more thing...the end of season 2 ruined any chance Chris had of me liking him...

On ocassin they miss the mark with the actual Sonic characters too, often flanderizing certain aspects of them, for example, with Amy Rose...she has more to her than just loving Sonic obsessively but especially when we get to season 3 it becomes her entire character. I’m not saying the video games are completely innocent of this (see Sonic Heroes) but it’s a bit of a nitpick...

As much as I love Rouge being chaotic neutural by season 3 they seem to abandon any bond she developed with the other characters (except her bond with Shadow, which is great!).

There’s also a huge genre shift, season 3 is it’s own Sci-fi story with aliens they completely made up and a saving the galaxy from these aliens who are stealing the life force of other planets...for reasons (the main villain hasn’t revealed why at the point we’re watching this). I honestly think this idea may have come from another anime that the team working on Sonic X couldn’t get approved or it was a case of “make it Sonic” XD

Ironically I’ve had an idea forever for a Sonic fanfic...series that I have yet to write involving aliens but mine are humanoid and their focus is just on Earth so it really made me question why we were all longing to have Sonic fight aliens so badly lol

If you guys want to hear me rant more about Sonic X let me know. If I feel really brave I might share some of my story ideas too but...for now... I’ll list a few things I like about Sonic X so I don’t sound like a complete jerk.

Quick list of some positive points: Eggman’s characterization is, for the most part, interesting and close to the video games so I do like that, he’s evil but he has his moments where he’s more complex. 

Some of the supporting human characters are interesting but the plot doesn’t always know what to do with them

Sonic is hilarious and entertaining, I like the Engrish he uses, very memeable but not cringe and genuinely fun (applies to the Japanese version only obviously)

Some filler episodes did have good plot ideas (not all but a few)

The designs of the Sonic characters were done well

Shadow is badass but honestly for the most part you have to be trying to mess Shadow up. 

That’s all I can think of for now and I’m tired of typing but I wanted to get this off my chest!

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#5

OSIRIS’ TRIALS

Rating: E for Explicit, M for Mature Art belongs to ARTdemariel on Twitter

He was many things. An artist. A black-belt. Gunslinger. Snob. But more than any of those things, a jack of many, many different trades.

Dakarai Zoheir is an enigma that lies in the shadows. His business is more than just death, however. It's art. When a mysterious client contacts him and offers him the chance to kill the billionaire Renenetmos Nimr, it doesn't take long for him to accept. But this job isn't like any other.

Renenetmos is no average man. Nor is he an average billionaire. He's something far beyond Dakarai's imaginations and nightmares.

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hate hate HATE the idea of sex scenes being superfluous and unimportant.

Sex scenes can:

Be for titillation (yes this is ok!)

Be a plot point

Show intimacy between 2+ characters

Be used as part of a character study

Be any other reason you can think of

Just because you don’t like sex scenes doesn’t mean they aren’t there for a reason (even just for titillation).

Sex scenes do not make a work less literary or automatically genre fiction. They do not make a work have “less meaning” automatically either.

Let people write what they want to write in peace.

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I've been obsessed about monsters with a gargoyle type of anatomy. With beautiful large wings and they twitch and flutter during pleasure

100% yes to wings. I know you said gargoyle like anatomy but like... if you think about it, gargoyles are pretty romantic (or maybe i’m weird idk) Also does anyone else remember that TV show Gargoyles from Disney?? I can blame half the reasons why I'm like this on kids shows ngl

Also idk if you were expecting wing kink but here we go~ 

Gargoyles

 Rating: T Tags: Wing play, sensuality, lore building

Gargoyles may look intimidating, but in reality such is not the case. They are protectors of the home, old warriors, and vigilant beasts who stalk the night.

During the day, their skin hardens to rock as the sunlight graces their powerful shoulders, where wings sprout from their back. The deep slumber is required to maintain their nightly activities and energy.

But as the sun falls from the sky, and night reigns the firmament, they come alive as moonlight washes across their forms. Their bodies rise, their flesh cracking from the daily disuse. As they shed their daytime sleepiness, the battle beings.

Gargoyles are fiercely loyal creatures. They have an innate sense of intuition and the uncanny ability to read the intentions of others. Those who wish to undue harm upon the home best beware. A gargoyle’s tough hide keeps them protected from both magic and blade. Their stone flesh hinders metal strikes. Powerful magic glances off their sculpted physique, leaving naught a mark behind.

A home is not just a place, however. Home can be found in others as well. And if a gargoyle chooses you as a home, they will spend all of their immortal life protecting your form. Even after death, it is not uncommon to see a gargoyle hunched over a grave, protecting their person, their livelihood, their hearth, until the end of time. Even after bones become dust.

Many see these creatures as terrifying. And in the midst of battle to protect those who they deem important, it is understandable. Gargoyles need no magic. Nor do they need weapons other than their powerful wings, tough claws, and fangs.

A gargoyles’ wings are yet another powerful tool of their disposal. As gargoyles are heavy, stone-like creatures, their wings need to be equally powerful and large to lift their bodies into the air. A gargoyle does not have organs as humans do, as they are made of stone. And although their skin is tough and impervious to most things, their insides are hollow and full of their own inner magic.

It is a myth that gargoyles cannot feel touch. They can sense the warmth of a coming dawn, the cool breeze of night, and those who dust tender fingers across their spine. As most gargoyles usually only feel the lacerations of battle, a more delicate touch is usually quite foreign to most. 

Although made of stone, all gargoyles have softer spots of their body, akin to pressure points in that of a human. This is especially true around the base of their wings. The base of the wing is the most delicate part of a gargoyle and most avoid allowing enemies to get purchase or even others to touch them. 

But, for someone who has befriended a gargoyle, and who has gained a gargoyle’s full trust, touching the wings is a rare gift. 

When touching the base of their powerful wings, the stone is more brittle. Softer. Almost like limestone. It is often cold due to outside temperatures. The gentle dusting of a few fingers will often lead to a small, full-body shudder. The wings, usually still, lower and open wider, allowing further access to those the gargoyle trusts. A slightly stronger press, akin to the kneading of a cat, lends to further reactions. When the uncertainty and strangeness subsides, a new desire burns. 

Gargoyles often show their emotions with their tail. While a quickly lashing tail may denote rage, flicks of the tip often point towards pleasure. 

Some gargoyles have more sensitivities in the wings than others. For those who are extra sensitive, all it takes is a long stroke down the forelimb of the wing, from the joint of the spine toward the first finger of the wing, to induce utter wanton. A gargoyle may open their wings full to the sensation, bowing their head down and curling their limbs beneath their rock-hard bodies in a show of absolute trust and adoration. 

Most who gaze upon the gargoyle do not see a creature of elegance and resignation. But those who can are graced with a sight like no other. Wings powerful enough to snap metal tremble beneath soft, fleshy fingers. The guttural moans of a gargoyle sound similar to that of crumbling stone. Their glowing, pupil-less eyes somehow roll to the back of their skull from the bliss of such machinations. 

For the truly lucky and adored, such attention and care may lead to a gargoyle wrapping their powerful, stone wings around you. Although their flesh may be rough, their touch and passion are not. 

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Santana may have been struggling to get Giselle to speak fluent Spanish, she didn’t have a single problem reading into her girlfriend’s body language, facial expressions, or even her tone — which was how she knew the photo album thing was a sore spot. She didn’t need confirmation, physically or verbally, but when the Latina spoke again, this time trying to sound a little lighter than she had before, she sighed. “Your mom’s pretty great, and as if we haven’t made it clear enough before, you’re welcome to borrow my parents any time you want to. You’re the only person I’m willing to share them with, so you can share in my family’s boring dynamic as you please.” Of course her parents had gone out of their way to shower the other woman with unlimited care when she came around, and they treasured Santana more than they did her whenever she was around, so Giselle knew her girlfriend already knew this. But she was aware that the family thing would dampen their mood, so they could keep getting into that some other time. Smirking as arms tightened around her waist, she shrugged at her words. “I know you like the back of my hand, so I know what all you have to offer.” She pointed out. For someone who had just pointed out how she’d been objectified, she bit her lip at Santana’s words, her mind already deciding which set of lips she was referring to the second she’d said it. “Santana Lopez…” Giselle breathed out nervously. She wasn’t used to her girlfriend torturing her like this out in the open, and her knees were buckling as hands moved to her waistband. As if opening her mouth and talking dirty to her wasn’t enough, she started speaking in Spanish and Giselle’s legs almost gave out. “Ohhh, you’re such an asshole.” Giselle whined as she watched Santana pull away after that fucking torture. “Just for that, you’ll only be moaning my name for most of the night. I have my strap on so you won’t even be forming coherent sentences by midnight.” It should have come off like a challenge, but she was that confident in her skills in the bedroom so she meant it as a promise. It was also fair considering the way she’d just been tortured after her girlfriend had made it clear that they should wait before they started having sex. They both knew she was far too weak to keep putting it off for long, so if Santana was itching to make her break, it was working. 

All of the horror movies and true crime stories she’d obsessed over never seemed to dive into the peace of being engulfed in such wooded terrain. Being tucked so far away from anyone else felt rather relaxing, and now being given permission to take her girlfriend literally anywhere her heart desired, even right out on the patio, offered Giselle a kind of freedom she’d never thought she’d have with Santana. She took in the offer with a nod, and the mention of their ‘old times’ should have triggered her slightly, yet she remained composed. “Yeah, I’m fine with that.” She agreed, though she would never turn down a chance to have her girlfriend pleasure her. Ever. Doing it out in the open was just icing on the cake. “The more you point out how off the grid we are, the more you’re setting up the perfect horror movie storyline. The second night falls, I’m fully expecting some huge, ugly masked maniac to come running out of the shadows to butcher us.” She hummed, and while she was only kidding, mostly, it could have happened. The good thing was that she could put all those thoughts aside for the sake of getting to have sex with Santana out in the open now. Well that, and the fact that she could simply hold her girlfriend’s hand without having to worry about her pulling away just because some random person approached. Giselle had lost count of the amount of times it had happened over the years, and the Latina had even panicked on the cruise when they were locked in a bathroom, so the thought of them having absolute freedom out here was thrilling. Or it would be if Santana stopped taunting her. “I don’t have to picture you naked when I’m looking down your shirt, dummy.” She giggled. “I have a front row seat to the top half right now, and I have your lower half memorized anyways. All you’re doing now is making me want to strip you and fuck you before we manage to eat and take our fur baby for a walk.” Not that it took much for Giselle to want that anyways, but her position did make it hard not to just sink her hands lower. 

Both Coco and Giselle narrowed their eyes in response to Santana’s sarcasm. “She is innocent. Look at her.” She whined, though Coco looked anything but sweet as she eyed Santana, clearly well aware that her other owner was talking shit about her. “She understands you just fine, but she’s a dog, baby. Do you want me to refer to you as a fluffy ball of cuteness too?” She teased. “But to be fair, you’re absolutely stunning. And I know I’ve alluded to the fact that you’re a little…scary, and possessive, and would probably actually murder someone over me — I do know that there’s a side of you that you don’t exactly show off. You’re kind of a softie, at least for certain people. You have a big heart, you’re caring, you’re pretty brilliant, and you’re selfless. Again, most of that applies only to people you care about, but you’re pretty amazing, Santana. And I promise to tell you all of that more often, so stop getting jealous of our fur baby.” Sure, getting back into all of the affection and lovey dovey stuff was going to take some getting used to, but Giselle hadn’t entirely shut that part of herself off — she’d just simply left all of her emotions back here in Lima with Santana. She’d be back to feeling all of it in no time, she was sure of it. She smirked at the reaction to her secret weapon. “Girl, who the hell would I have used it on? Of course I haven’t used it. I’ve threatened a couple of pervy men with it though, and it usually runs them off. But if we need to gut a bear, a wolf, or a crazed psycho, it would come in handy.” She stated reassuringly. Her dad had taught her how to defend herself, but it was her love of horror movies and police/legal tv shows that had heightened her fight or flight response. Giselle didn’t trust most things, but this scenario was one she wouldn’t let her guard down for. If something did come their way, she’d be ready for it. She didn’t have a clue as to how they weren’t naked and having sex already, but her restraint was deteriorating swiftly. “Keep your underwear on…for now.” She whined.

Dating someone that cooked and made drinks was starting to be her new obsession, and she instantly picked up the glass and took a sip of it as she was called spoiled. Truer words had never been spoken, and her father had in fact been the one spoiling Coco too, so it was on brand. “Well, I guess you just like your girls spoiled then.” She teased as she ate. Giselle hadn’t planned on proposing the question about moving in, it had sort of just rolled off the tip of her tongue. She had contemplated it a few times lately, mostly because she kept spending more time in Santana’s apartment than in her dorm room since they’d gotten back from Mexico, and so far, spending every second they had free together had been working wonders for their relationship. Physically, anyways. And Santana’s reaction was far too precious not to sway her decision. “You don’t have to cook for me every single day, but we can work that out once I’m all moved in.” She decided, watching as food from her plate was being passed to Coco. “You could’ve given her your food, you know?” Giselle teased before taking another bite of food. She should have been expecting her girlfriend to plan something for her birthday, just as she should have been expecting not to be allowed to get out of it. But the promise of Europe’s avant-garde vibes, culture, scenery, and delicacies was already sending chills down her spine. “I’m not turning this down, but do I get to know where exactly we’re going in Europe? How long are we staying? Where are we staying?” She hummed, mostly fishing to see if the Latina would give her any details at all. “Also, we can only leave on my actual birthday. Megan Thee Stallion’s tour is in Houston the night before, and that’s obviously the show I’m going to. Those tickets are non-refundable too, mostly because I drained my bank account for them. But you can come with me and then we can just fly out of Houston, if you want..”

When she had brought up the photo albums, Santana noticed her girlfriend's excitement bubbling over and made an effort to smile back. As much as she wanted to share that part of her life with Giselle, the memories they showcased weren't as happy as they seemed. Those idyllic summers at the lake were the last precious link to a time when her family was still united. The cracks had begun to show quickly after that, but she'd been too young to see them. "Don't get your hopes up too much. My mom stopped taking photos of me after I turned five and the novelty wore off." Santana's voice was wistful, her words painting a somber picture of her family's unraveling. The laughter and serenity in those photographs were a stark contrast to the tension and sadness that she had come to associate with her family. "We can’t all have parents of the year," she said, her tone noticeably brighter this time, remembering how the Clarke family had embraced her like one of their own. They provided her with the kind of loving upbringing she had always longed for. Moreover, she couldn't help but fall deeper in love with their daughter every day, which only solidified her admiration for them as exceptional parents. At the unexpected praise (if you could call it that), Santana's arms clung tighter around her girlfriend's waist. "Mmm, they don't look like you either, babe, but I see your point. And as much as I love you objectifying me, I have a lot more to offer than just a nice ass," she mused, a warm flush creeping up her cheeks. Eager to tease her girlfriend back, Santana's tone turned sultry as she leaned in closer. "Like my lips," she stated softly, not clarifying which ones, as her breath brushed gently against Giselle's ear. "And my hands," she trailed her fingers lower, slipping them under the waistband of her shorts. "Not to mention my accent, which I know you're fond of, especially when I'm mid-orgasm. Sigue hablando así, y estaré gimiendo tu nombre toda la noche." Santana's voice was just above a whisper, filled with promises of untold pleasures. With a sly smile, she swiftly withdrew her hands, hoping to leave her girlfriend with a lingering desire that she would fulfill later on. "I agree, though. We should scope out the area just to be safe. My family owns most of the land surrounding the lake, so there won't be another house for miles, thank god. Being rich and living off the grid like this has its perks, I guess."

The warm night air enveloped them as she allowed her arms to linger around Giselle's waist a moment longer. The look of surprise on her features only added to the Latina's amusement, her daring advances met with a mix of shock and intrigue. Truth be told, she would've spread her legs open right there on the patio and done exactly what her girlfriend wanted, no hint of hesitation or regret in her mind. "If you promise to let me go down on you in the pool later, I'll let you pick how and where to fuck me. No questions asked. It could be like old times," she teased. "Besides, my parents' lake house is hardly public. This place is so secluded that no one even knows it exists, meaning we can be as loud as we want." Santana's tone was daring, putting some distance between them before her tongue landed her in hot water and her girlfriend's patience wore thin. Reflecting on their recent dinner cruise and the cozy evenings spent at her apartment, she knew all too well that provoking Giselle often led to instant gratification, mainly in the form of her being eaten out. Not that she minded much, but with dinner almost ready, she needed to focus on preparing their food instead. Santana figured that by showing a bit more skin and highlighting her toned body, she could distract the other woman for a while. It seemed like a fair trade-off, given the circumstances. As much as they wanted to rip each other's clothes off, the night was still young and full of possibilities. They had the beautiful forest to uncover, stars to gaze at and kiss under, and countless memories to create together. Though public displays of affection usually left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, the intimate setting had helped to quell her nerves. Here, away from prying eyes, she could offer Giselle the affection she craved, as well as the love she deserved but had long been denied. Craning her neck to see her girlfriend's gaze fixated on her, Santana realized her tactic may have been a bit too successful. "You mentioned we were wearing too many layers, so I thought I'd do you a favor. Make up your mind about what you want, babe, or I’ll ditch the shorts next. And let's not pretend that you weren't already picturing me naked," she stated casually, letting out a soft sigh as her girlfriend expertly relieved the tension in her shoulders. With each skillful movement, Santana felt the need to shed more and more of her clothing.

When Giselle quickly stepped in to protect the dog from criticism, Santana’s eyes involuntarily rolled in response. Growing up, her parents never allowed her to have a pet, so she never quite grasped the strong bond many people have with their furry companions. "Right. She’s just an innocent creature," the Latina remarked sarcastically. "I had a feeling you would defend her, but I'm still surprised. Why don’t you ever sound this affectionate when you’re talking about me?" She asked with a hint of jealousy, shooting a quick glance in Coco’s direction. "She can’t understand us, you know?" Santana had never given much thought to the potential dangers lurking in the shadows of the woods. Still, she believed it was always best to err on the side of caution. After all, she had seen countless horror films thanks to Giselle, and she couldn't shake the irrational fear that gnawed at her whenever they went hiking. At least with her girlfriend by her side, she felt a sense of security, especially considering what she was packing. "Holy shit, have you actually had to use that before?" Santana asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. As a child, she had a comfortable and sheltered life shielded from many hardships, which led her to have a somewhat simplistic view of the world. That was one of the reasons she appreciated having Giselle, who always challenged her perceptions and kept her rooted in reality. She often found herself wondering what her girlfriend saw in her in return, particularly during moments when her stubbornness or temper got the best of her. It had been too long since Santana had been reminded of her own strengths, the very qualities that had drawn Giselle to her in the first place. Did she still notice them, the Latina wondered. Despite her moments of doubt, she knew that her girlfriend saw something in her worth cherishing, even when she herself failed to recognize it. "You love me," Santana playfully corrected, a smug grin on her face as she pulled back from their kiss. Their intense attraction remained as potent as ever. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the power she still wielded over the other woman, the ability to ignite a spark of desire with just a glance. "That was fast," she said, somewhat dumbfounded, as Giselle suggested throwing the rulebook out the window. "I'm not opposed to any of those ideas," she continued, a hint of excitement lacing her words. The thought of taking a leisurely stroll to whet their appetites before having sex sounded like a great plan to her. "Though I might skip out on wearing underwear this time if you keep making promises like that."

Santana prepared some refreshing alcoholic beverages before joining Giselle at the table. Despite being relatively new to bartending, she displayed a natural flair for it and was looking forward to impressing her girlfriend. The Lopez family always had a wide selection of top-notch liquors at their disposal, and the outdoor patio featured a convenient mini bar that she planned on utilizing throughout the evening. Without bothering to sit down at the table, Santana took a sip of her drink and observed the scene in front of her with a raised eyebrow. She recalled how Giselle had described the fluffy dog as a "ball of cuteness" earlier, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, your dad spoiled you rotten, and I think you turned out alright," she remarked, implying that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Her parents had a similar approach with her, enrolling her in numerous dance and singing lessons and lavishing her with designer clothes and presents. Their love, however, came with high expectations and a price tag attached, pushing her to excel in every aspect of life. Amidst all the pressure, one of the few moments she truly cherished was when she joined her mom for cooking lessons. The woman was a culinary genius, passing on her skills to her daughter with great care and patience. As the Latina anticipated, her girlfriend let out a satisfied moan as she savored the delicious food, and Santana watched her with a content smile as she wiped her hands clean with a rag. The unexpected question from Giselle left her slightly taken aback, a subtle flicker of surprise dancing across her face. She found herself mentally retracing recent events, recalling how her girlfriend had previously declined a similar offer not long ago. Yet, as she marinated in the moment, a wave of excitement washed over her at the sudden change of heart. Leaning back against the table, her gaze fell to the other woman's lap, where Coco had curled up into a ball. Her abs were on full display, of course, her tan skin glistening from the heat. "Hypothetically, if she planned on staying long-term, I would cook for her every day if she wanted me to," Santana replied eagerly. "And I don't need to think on it. I'd love it if you moved in with me, babe," she added, stealing a piece of food off Giselle's plate to give to the dog. "As far as summer plans go, don't think that I've forgotten about your birthday. We're celebrating in a special way this year, whether you want to or not. Plus, I already booked us that trip to Europe, and the tickets are non-refundable." Lowering her head, she placed another sweet kiss on her girlfriend's lips, this time long enough so she could taste the sangria on her tongue.

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Dowd Crime Family Headcanons

I’m so obsessed with the idea of Tim being from a family full of superheroes and the dichotomy of that with the idea that Bernard is from a family full of supervillians and also i think its just hilarious, so

• Bernard is descended from the O’Dowd Crime Family in Boston - essentially the Irish Mob

• His dad specializes in art theft. If you’ve ever heard of the robbery of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum... yeah. 

• Despite the fact that the perpetrators of that robbery were never technically caught, it was a pretty shoddy job, done early on in Mr. Dowd’s (im sorry he literally doesn’t have a name i dont know what else to call him) career when he was still trying to make his bones. Soon after, to avoid the heat, he fled south to Gotham where he met the future Mrs. Dowd!

• The future Mrs. Dowd (she doesn’t have a NAME) works in art restoration at the Gotham Museum of Modern Art (and on the side is an extremely skilled in forgery shhhhhh)

• Bernard has a ton of aunts and uncles and cousins and stuff on his dad’s side of the family, but they all live in Massachusetts, so he doesn’t see them often.

• The relative he sees the most is his auntie Nina! Yes, Nina Dowd the archeologist i.e. The Mighty Endowed, who uses the abilities granted to her via magical artifacts for various nefarious schemes.

• Pretty early on in his life, Bernard gets the sense that his parents aren’t exactly... good people. From a young age he’s trained in areas of morally questionable expertise (safe cracking, martial arts, weapons proficiency, etc.) but his heart really isn’t in it. Bernard just wants to be a regular kid with parents who do something he can be proud of. It’s why he becomes so obsessed with Batman and Robin as a kid. Those are people who help others! They use their skills to do good! They’re heroes! 

• As he gets older, Bernard becomes more cynical when it comes to powerful people. The idea of Batman being controlled by a shadow government isn’t weird to him because,,,,, that’s literally what his family does. The O’Dowd Crime Family has fingers in political pies all over the Northeastern U.S. It makes sense to him that Batman would pick new Robins out of orphanages when the old ones die because,,,, the crime syndicate up north indoctrinates young orphans into their gang too.

• Despite his family’s expectations, Bernard never takes an interest in the ‘family business’

• He is such a Just Some Guy

• One of his relatives introducing him and his cousins like “Yeah, these are my nieces and nephews, Switchblade, Big Jack, Reaper, Baby Teeth, Lil Eoin, Shredder, and,,,,, Bernard.”

• Pretty soon in Tim and Bernard’s relationship, Bernard’s criminal contacts come to light bc obviously all of the bats would be doing background checks and,,,,

Dick: do,,,, do you guys think he knows?

Duke: i mean,,, he Has to. Right?

Damian: Only Drake would be so idiotic as to consort with someone who no doubt plans to destroy our family.

Stephanie: okay, so who’s gonna tell him.

• Eventually Dick is the one who brings it up and Tim is like “??? Yeah, obviously I knew about his family. It’s no biggie tho. He’s Different <3″

Dick: Tim I am begging you to date literally Anyone other than the son of world renowned art thieves with connections to the irish mob

Tim: no <3

• Bruce minds his business bc he has never dated anyone who isn’t a criminal

• Cass gives Bernard her seal of approval and that’s pretty much enough for everyone

• The bats try to give bernard the shovel talk and he’s like “lol okay. i’ve been receiving death threats since before i was born, but this is cute.”

• It works out because Bernard is the only person with a family crazy enough to rival Tim’s

• Tim loves his boyfriend and never ceases to be amazed at how good and kind and strong he’s become despite all of the bad influences in his life. Bernard gives him hope.

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Childhood

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

+ This Game of Ours

Jason’s eyes snapped open at a sound that no human should be able to hear.

Ever since he’d been resurrected from the Lazarus pit, his senses had grown abnormally acute – amongst other strange things. 

Sometimes he swore he could even hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was easiest to do with her, after all he was so intone with her very being.

But all of that made nearly impossible for anyone to sneak up on him – let alone in his own home. Which someone was. He could feel it.

Jason’s eyes glanced down at Y/N, who was sound asleep on his chest.

Ever so carefully, he lifted her body off of him so he could slip out of bed.

But Y/N was a light sleeper, unfortunately. She must’ve inherited that from Bruce, even though she wasn’t even raised by the man.

Y/N winced as her eyes opened just in time to see Jason grabbing one of his hidden guns from below their bed frame.

“What’s going on?” Her voice raspy.

“Nothing,” Jason lied. “Stay here.”

Now that she found out about another hidden gun in their apartment, Jason knew he was going to return to a lecture from Y/N. She never hid her hatred for guns, and had asked him to keep them out of their apartment.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered desperately, now more awake and concerned.

“Stay here,” Jason said, more firmly this time.

Then he quickly kissed her, leaving even less room for her to argue.

In only his black boxer briefs, Jason snuck out of their bedroom and into the living room without making any sound. Y/N had always been shocked at how quiet her giant boyfriend could make himself.

Just as Jason raised his gun, he heard the familiar voice.

“Put some clothes on, Todd.”

Damian stepped out of the shadows.

To Jason’s surprise, he was in civilian clothes and not in his Robin uniform.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking in like that?” Jason reprimanded as he uncocked the gun.

But before Damian could defend himself, the bedroom door squeaked open and Y/N was rushing out into the living room.

“I told you to stay there,” Jason growled.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s overprotectiveness. “Obviously I recognized Damian’s voice, Jason.”

Then Y/N looked at her half-brother for a second and quickly realized Damian had come there for a reason.

“Everything alright, Damian?” She asked carefully.

“Yes,” he lied.

Jason remembered when Damian despised Y/N. He saw her as a threat to his claim to the Wayne throne. But Y/N had immediately made her intentions clear. “I have my own reputation, money, and career that I built without a name attached to me. I want nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises,” she had told Damian as soon as she realized he saw her as some sort of competition.

It took Damian months to even acknowledge Y/N. And he really only did because both his father and Dick – basically his surrogate father – scolded him for not doing so.

Slowly but surely, the two grew closer.

Y/N didn’t put up with Damian’s attitude. But she also didn’t scold him like a child. If he was rude or aggressive, she spoke to him the same way she would speak to a grown man who behaved in such a manner. Somehow it made the boy slowly start to respect her more.

Eventually, they bonded over their mutual love of the arts. Damian was impressed with her photographs, while Y/N was honored whenever Damian decided to share his drawings with her. Y/N had gifted Damian his first camera. And Damian once gave her a few lessons on the basics of sketching and painting.

Who knew Waynes were the creative type?

And it was when Damian’s pets all seemed to be obsessed with Y/N that the boy finally decided to get over his original opinions and feelings.

It was by no means a short or easy battle. But the rest of the family was relieved when Damian finally accepted Y/N as one of their own.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate?” Y/N offered Damian.

The boy just shrugged, but she noticed his eyes subtly light up.

She never understood why he refused to let himself feel joy in the simple things. It was like she could catch him stopping himself from being a kid.

“I’m going to bed,” Jason announced with exhaustion.

It was clear to him that Damian came to see his sister, not him. And he was nice enough to leave the two of them alone. Even though he was a bit bitter that his girlfriend was being stolen from their bed.

Before turning back to the bedroom, Jason invaded Y/N’s space and gently grabbed her jaw before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross,” Damian groaned.

Jason glared and pointed at the boy. “You’re in our apartment, demon spawn. I’ll kiss my girlfriend if I fuckin’ want to.”

Y/N just laughed as she watched Jason close their bedroom door behind him.

“Come on,” she nudged her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Let’s make some hot chocolate. I think I have some of Alfred’s cookies hiding somewhere, too.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N smirked and shook her head. Tonight, she wasn’t taking the bait. 

Once Damian decided he didn’t hate Y/N, he jumped right to making it known that he did not think Jason was good enough for her. But she knew it was an act – mostly.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” She asked casually once they had giant mugs of hot chocolate and cookies in front of them, making sure to give the boy extra marshmallows. 

“I’m grounded,” Damian muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Grounded?”

It seemed like a far too normal concept for a family of vigilantes.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“I’m guessing that means Bruce and Alfred don’t know you’re here…?”

“I snuck out,” he admitted.

“Why did you get grounded?”

“Father found out I was skipping school. And then that I skipped the school dance.”

“Why does it matter if you skipped the dance?” She asked, clearly confused.

Y/N was also struggling to imagine Bruce caring about such a trivial thing like that.  

“Father wishes for me to have normal experiences that young man of my age is expected to have,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes.

“School dances are lame,” Y/N commented.

Damian sat up straighter, not expecting that to be her response.

“I skipped prom. I didn’t want to go,” she added.

“Why not?” The boy challenge, somewhat caught off guard by that.

Y/N shrugged. “Bad music. Bad dancing. Tacky dresses. Just wasn’t all that appealing to angsty, teenage me.”

Damian just nodded slowly, and then got quiet.

“I have no desire to be normal,” he finally stated after a few minutes.

“I’m not taking his side, but I get why Bruce wants you to do these things, Damian. You were robbed of a lot of things because of the way you were raised. I’m not saying that it’s bad or good. But I think Bruce just wants to give you the opportunity to experience the life of a – well...of a kid.”

“And was your life normal?” Damian quickly asked.

Y/N nodded. “So normal that it was boring.” She laughed, “My entire life was normal until I met all of you weirdos.”

That got a smile out of Damian.

But then it slowly dropped and he seemed to get lost in his head.

“I don’t…I don’t have any friends,” Damian finally whimpered.

Y/N was shocked by the boy’s emotion.

Damian was always composed.

“It’s like they speak a different language. And it’s one I can never learn.”

“Oh, Damian,” Y/N sighed as she rushed from her seat to kneel beside him. “I know it must be hard to try and fit in. But you’re not doing anything wrong. None of that’s your fault.”

“Father is more than aware that I don’t need the education,” Damian’s voice shook as he tried not to cry. “He only forces me to attend so I can make friends. And that is one thing I am unable to do.”

Y/N let him breathe and have an opportunity to continue before she spoke again. 

“I hate school, so I skip. And the school dance seemed so ridiculous to me, so I skipped that too – even after father specifically requested that I attend.”

Y/N sighed, “And did you tell him how you’re feeling when he grounded you?”

Damian shook his head no.

She hadn’t expected anything different. She could easily imagine Damian lashing out at Bruce when he received his punishment, saying that the requests were a waste of his time and beneath him. 

Damian was good at hiding his emotional pain – maybe even better than their father.

Y/N was sure Bruce didn’t have a true understanding of what Damian was going through.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Damian asked.

“Of course,” she gave him a sad smile. “How about we take this hot chocolate to the couch and watch a movie?”

Damian shrugged. But it wasn’t a no.

Y/N let him pick the movie.

He chose Fantasia. 

When Y/N didn’t hide her surprise, he explained that he respected the animation and loved all of the classical music. Even when they did a child-like activity, he still always found way to remind the world that he was no normal child.

An hour later, both of them had fallen asleep on the couch with the movie still playing.

When Damian felt another presence, he awoke with a jolt and grabbed his hidden knife, holding it to the throat of the intruder.

But it was Jason, gently bringing Y/N’s sleeping body into his arms.

“Once again, demon spawn, you’re in our apartment,” Jason hissed with annoyance.

The man was completely unfazed by the feeling of a blade threatening to slit his throat. 

Damian huffed.

“I’m taking her to bed,” Jason explained the obvious. Then he nudged his head at the love-seat across from Damian. “There’s a blanket right there if you want to sleep on the couch. Or you can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

But Jason paused, with Y/N sleeping in his arms, as he noticed a strange look on Damian’s face.

“What?” He urged.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you myself,” Damian growled softly.

Jason looked utterly unimpressed. “You’d have to get in line,” he answered, making sure to keep his voice quiet to prevent waking Y/N.

But then Jason’s face softened. “Look, kid, I think you know that she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d die before doing anything to mess this up.”

“Hmph,” was the only noise Damian made in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and carried Y/N back to their bedroom.

In all honesty, he couldn’t fall asleep while she had been in with Damian. With Jason’s weird enhanced hearing because of the pit, he was able to catch a bit of their conversation.

Jason softly place Y/N back in bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. When he joined her on the other side of the bed, she didn’t even wake as she slid back into his arms.

Now Jason could finally go to sleep.

When there was a knock on the apartment door the next morning, Damian and Y/N shared a look.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N sighed.

Jason had made all three of them breakfast that morning.

But now Damian pushed the food around his plate, knowing this was the end of his small rebellion. Who knew what his new punishment would be?

Y/N opened the door to unsurprisingly find her father.

Bruce was wearing a full suit, despite it being a Sunday morning. On top was a heavy, black overcoat with the back of the collar slightly propped up.

“You could have least told me he was here,” Bruce greeted his daughter.

She smirked mischievously and shrugged. “I’m no snitch.”

Damian appeared behind Y/N, not seeing the point in dragging this out any longer than necessary.

“Alfred’s downstairs with the car,” Bruce told his son evenly.

The disappointment in both his expression and tone was obvious.

Damian looked up at Y/N. “Thank you for having me, Y/N.”

“Next time, use the actual door so you don’t give me or Jason a heart attack.”

Damian smiled at that before walking past his father and down the hallway.

“Can I talk to you a second?” Y/N asked Bruce.

Her father seemed surprised by the request, but nodded anyways and closed the door behind him.

“I think Damian is really struggling – more than you think, I mean.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. “He hasn’t even been remotely injured from patrols in months…”

“No, Bruce,” she quickly cut off. “Not as Robin. As Damian.”

Bruce was quiet.

“He doesn’t know how to fit in, Bruce. And you’re putting a lot of pressure on him to live a normal life. Bu he’s never gonna have normal. That was taken away from him before you even knew he existed.”

“He said that to you?” Bruce asked.

She nodded. “In so few words, yes.”

“And I’m assuming you have some advice,” he quirked a brow.

“Well, yeah. Maybe you should just homeschool him.”

“Y/N, the whole point of him going to school is to be around kids his own age. We both know the education is beneath him already.”

“But that’s the thing, Bruce. He’s never going to relate to any of those kids. Going to school makes him feel like a freak. Let him get homeschooled.”

“He needs to learn to make friends,” Bruce argued.

“You’re right. He does. But not with the spoiled brats of Gotham Academy. How many superheroes are you friends with?”

“He doesn’t consider them friends!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How many superheroes are you acquainted with, who have kids around Damian’s age?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

“I know you like to keep your personal life away from Batman. But those are the only kids that Damian is ever going to relate to in some way. Do you get what I’m saying?”

To her surprise, Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

Her brows shot up. “I am?”

Y/N had really expected him to fight her on this.

Bruce chuckled. “Of course you are. Out of everyone in this family, you are the only one who can say they had any semblance of a normal childhood.”

Suddenly his phone dinged and he glanced down at it.

“I have to go,” he regretfully told her.

When he looked back up at her, his face softened. “Come to the manor soon for dinner,” he asked her gently.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, “I will.”

Bruce nodded in the direction of the kitchen where Jason was hiding. “And bring that one with you, will you?”

Y/N laughed. “He’ll go wherever I go. He’s like a puppy, that one.”

“I can hear you!” Jason called out.

Bruce laughed and stepped forward to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for looking out for Damian, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bruce.”

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Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.