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Just saw someone say out of Timothee Jacob and Paul, Timothee is the smartest. Now I'm gonna hold your hand when I tell you this đđđ
#pls be so astronomically ffr right this SECOND#Jacob and Paul might be tussling but Timmy ain't even in the race#Be so serious#LOOK AT WHO TIMMY IS DATING#That bitch don't even know how to spell the word book WAKE UP đđ#He is having conversations that he thinks are mentally stimulating WITH HER#You gotta come to the same realisation that I did which is that boy can regurgitate a page from a book but the lights are on#And nobody is home fr
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''Is it obvious?'' | Timothée Chalamet
timothée chalamet x fem!reader
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a list of funniest things jason todd could do:
slowly steal the parts of the batmobile and reassemble it elsewhere, then pull up next to bruce in his own second secret batmobile
become a lawyer and get joker setenced to the death penalty - bonus is that he completes college and gets a degree which bruce never did and alfred is proud beyond the gravethat one of his grandkids actually completed college
change bruces name to "free trires" in his phone contacts
call time the wrong name everyday, but it starts of sounding like a genuine mistake (tom, jim ect) and slowly gets further and further away from the original (jimothy, jeremy, dave, the dogs name)
dye his hair red, claim he was an original red head and then gaslight the family into believing bruce made him dye his hair black to look more like dick and be a replacement
come out as gay and claim to be the only gay member of the batfamily and when tim tries to say something to dispute it he just hits him with "who are you again? the computer guy or smthing?"
could also come out as poly and roll up to family dinners with more than one partner and if someone says something about it, he just says "mad cuz i got TWO more partners than you huh. lonesome bitch."
feel free to add on
LMAAAAOO THIS IS GREAT
Let's go.
Made a carbon copy of Batman and spread in strategic places on the Batcave, Tim's boat, Clock Tower, Duke's nest and Dick's house. (He almost killed them)
(One of Dick's colleagues saw it and he had to lie he was this die hard Batfanboy, his ego never recovered until today.)
Stole Tim's mug and placed on Damian's room, stole Damian's mug and placed on Tim's boat then proceeded to visit the Manor until he hard the scream of the fight he planted between them;
When he saw Bernard for the first time he said "Whoa Timmy you move on fast, this one is Terry right?";
Did a Tramp Stamp tattoo;
Slut shames Dick every chance he gets (this one is actually cannon);
Shot Dick's phone;
Every Christmas shows up with a different Outlaws member and affirms that's his partner
Dated an arrow to piss of his dad, when Bruce got over it proceeded to date a lantern instead;
Never told no one other than Dick he's actually in a stable relationship with Artemis because he refuses to swap Bruce's horrified reaction to a normal one;
Gave Bernard the shovel talk;
When he bumped with Selina after the (failed) marriage and she teased him on how he didn't gave her shit for it he just answered "No, no I get it"
Purposely brings Harley to bat reunions under the bullshit "She's my therapist" when the bats bother him, knowing his therapy with Harley only count when they're at her office;
Told every one he's Harley's adopted kid (actually Harley was the one to say that once when she was drunk and he just went along with it);
Exchanged Bernard's number to Kon's in Tim's cell phone and vice-versa;
Left his Mustache grow and showed up as Matches Malone in one of Wayne's Gala;
Lied he was actually a Titan but they kicked him out because Dick's is an asshole;
Stoled Signal's Patrol Lunch;
Stole's Spoiler's lunch;
Brought alcohol to manage going through their family gathering when he was caught he blamed on Tim;
(He thought about blaming on Dick but he knew Dick would just go along with it)
Everytime Dick, Barbara and Bruce call him he answers with "He's dead";
Introduced Tim to the Outlaws with "That's Robin they found him on the thrash"
Showed up to Barbara's job dropped a "Hi mom" as a greeting then proceeded to laugh his ass off while Barbara tried o explain to her coworkers that that tank of a man wasn't her child;
Told Dick Talia adopted him;
Told Talia Dick adopted him;
Told Damian that if Batman dies he's going to adopt him out of spite;
#jason todd#q asks#I loved this one#the gay and the poly one was so fucking funny#fannon#painfully so
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"Y/N can you maybe, I don't know, not turn into Bruce's dead mother in the middle of an argument?"
Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow. Bruce's mother shrugged, but amusement and mischief shimmered in her eyes. Bruce was speechless.
His mother changed back to her original form: you. You're a shape-shifter, and abuse the shit out of your abilities, mostly for the good of the people. Not today. You smirked at Alfred before turning into him.
"Master Bruce, perhaps you need some time to destress. I can call Y/N to assist."
Bruce still looked haunted. Of course, he knew when he started dating his partner that they were a shape-shifter, but he never expected to see them transform into his dead mother in the middle of an argument over an empty milk carton. Then again, you rarely argued with him.
The children behind him were wheezing with laughter, some crying, and most of them struggling to breathe. The real Alfred clears his throat, but even he is struggling to hold his laughter in. Who can blame them? The scene is so unhinged and outlandish.
You never hid your shapeshifting. They know, the public knows, the press knows. It was no secret. If a reporter leaves you fuming mad, you simply turn into their family members and stare at them with blazing eyes. Your baleful gaze seemed to terrify Gotham as a whole. Your kids applauded every time they see you come their way. It takes the pressure off them when you turn into an actual bear and roar in the face of some poor civilian.
Bruce has seen you transform into just about everything your mind could possibly imagine. Ranging from becoming a second Batman and chasing down confused criminals to a pine tree to fight Ivy in a "plant war," as they call it.
Alfred held an amused glint in his eye as he looked into his own eyes. The real Alfred said,
"Master Bruce, I believe you have a troublemaker on your hands. I will take my leave so Batman can handle them."
Bruce seemed to come to his senses again and he was not happy. He grumbled and pulled you into his arms.
"Never do that again. I wasn't even the one who emptied the carton. Jason did."
Jason scoffed and raised to his defence,
"You know I would never, you Bat Bitch. If it fucked you over, it would be a different story."
Bruce rolled his eyes. He should have known Jason would defend himself. The rest are more likely to take the fall than Jason.
"Maybe it was Dick or Tim. I only caught a glimpse."
You laugh and hit his arm,
"That's bullshit and you know it. Jason is built like a brick house, Bruce. There is zero chance you'd confuse him with Dick and certainly not our little Timmy."
Bruce sighed. He can't pin it on Damian or any of the girls, either. They are too tiny. Dick adds fuel to the fire by saying,
"Hey, I'm a brick house."
You scoff. With raised eyebrows, you look him up and down.
"Dick, you are the twink of the family."
The children watched with amusement as Dick tries to defend himself.
"Twinks are scrawny! I'm muscular."
You snort. He's muscular, but he's not Jason. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Bruce trying to sneak away. Abruptly, you turn to face Bruce. He paused, mid-step with a guilty look. You turn into his dad this time and say with a deep voice,
"Don't try to run away. Come to papa."
Bruce narrows his eyes. He thought he'd be safe from this after marrying you, but evidently, that is not the case. Nobody is safe from the menace that you are. He says,
"You're lucky I love you."
You melt back into your original skin with a grin. With a wink, you reply,
"And you're lucky that I love you. As well as our children who are trying to escape."
Everyone scatters from that point on. Your appearance angrily alternates between various dead family members. Nobody owned up to drinking all the milk, but they all knew it was Bruce.
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âWhy are you so cheerful?â Damian narrowed his eyes up at Dick, as if he could possibly intimidate his elder brother. âAnd why are you still here? Return to Bloodhaven at once, where someone might desire your presence.â He dropped his phone on the bench with a clack and roughly pulled his sweatshirt over his head. His hair floofed up after it, trailing with static electricity.Â
Wow, someone was still holding a grudge over him spilling the beans about the elementary school art show. Why so cranky? Cass and Stephanie hadnât done anything embarrassing, theyâd just come with him and said that it was nice. Damian had done this family portrait thing where no one had eyes or hands. It was avante garde or something. Dick didnât really get it, but the technical proficiency was really impressive.
Dick bounced on his heels a bit as he got his gloves on. He felt his hair bounce with the movement. He felt extremely light and breezy. âBecause you would miss me,â he teased.
Damian grunted and looked away. He yanked open his locker and pretended that he was the only one in the changing room as he pulled off his pajama pants and started to wiggle into the Robin uniform. The leg armor squeaked as he forced it up and into place.Â
Quiet footsteps padded into the room. Dick caught sight of Timmy in his locker mirror.
âHe will definitely be up for fucking with Jason and his date a little.â
âThere is a little something going on tonight,â Dick said, faux casually. He cracked his neck and then started going through the double check of all the fastenings of his uniform and basic equipment. âRemember earlier, when Duke sent that odd message?â
Damian grunted.
âWell, I looked into it, and-â
âHoly shit, Jason is calling out of patrol tonight in the group chat.â Stephanieâs voice trailed faintly over the divider between the locker rooms. âDo you see this shit, Nicki Minaj?â
Dick blinked. âNicki Min-âÂ
That apparently meant Tim, who lunged for his phone and unlocked it. He stared in disbelief for a moment. âIs he allowed to do that?â he asked. He scrunched his face up, clearly disturbed.
âMakes sense, but does that mean Iâm going to be chasing Jason, not Red Hood?â Dick crinkled up his nose and thought about it. Probably not? He didnât want to give anyone the impression that Jasonâs civilian ID was being hunted by law enforcement. Jay probably just didnât want Dick to be able to track him down too easily. Fair enough. 5 of them on patrol was quite honestly a lot more than Gotham needed on an average night.
Damian snorted. âDonât be absurd,â he sneered. âWe are all entitled to a certain number of rest days per week. Have you forgotten the holistic wellness powerpoint presentation so easily, you despicable fool?â
âShut up, nerd.â Tim held his phone in Damianâs face.
Damian stared at it without blinking for a long few seconds. â...I was not aware this was a genre of action of which he was capable.â He looked incredibly troubled.
The expression wiped off of Dickâs face.
âWhat did that little shit do?â
âMaybe itâs a sick mind game?â Stephanie suggested, voice lifting in question.
Dick yanked his locker open and dug his phone out. He unlocked it in a blur of motion, already scowling.Â
Jay had sent a picture to the birdchat with a selfie of him and a man who must be Danny, the dead guy on the other end of the sacrifice contract. They were leaning together over a dinner table. Jay was cheesing for the camera, a glint in his eye that said he knew he was being a little shit. Danny looked kinda dazed, which probably meant he wasnât quite wild enough for their life. Dick nearly felt a tinge of guilt about tagging him into their rivalry, but hey, it was just a friendly game.
The accompanying message was, âCanât patrol tonight, Iâm spending time with the boyfriend. Stay safe, losers and Steph.â
Dick huffed. He slammed his locker shut. Fine. So, he didnât get to share the exciting news! That was fine. That was fair, even. Jay should get to launch his own relationship. It was just kinda-
Wait. He scrambled to open the locker again and looked at the selfie again.Â
He knew the wall behind them. It was an Italian place where Jay laundered money from the sale of imported Dutch narcotics.Â
âThey have to still be there,â he realized, mind running through the minutes since he had confirmed with Babs via camera that the two were at the planetarium. He grinned like the Grinch and rushed out. âBye, see you out there,â he called over his shoulder to the locker room and snatched up his helmet. He had already changed, after all! No need to wait around for the slowpokes and the old man who still wasnât even coming down the Bat staircase yet.
Nightwing flung himself onto his motorcycle and tore off into the night. He crossed the bridge into Gotham, a flash of blue reflected off the choppy water below. It felt like minutes until he kicked out the stand for his bike and dismounted, clicking the protective tech on without stopping for a minute. He took the rickety, rust-red stairs up the outside of the building and slithered in the stairwell.
He wasnât an amateur. He knew that Jay knew what heâd done. He was expecting Dick to come here. But that didnât mean Dick couldnât gain ground. Jay might still be here. Dick crept out into the restaurant through the kitchen, ducking out of sight from the line cook and bursting through the kitchen double doors in utter silence.
His gaze went unerringly to the table where the photo had been taken. A grim-faced waiter looked up, pristine white cloth in the process of wiping it down. âThereâs a note for you,â he said. He indicated the receipt with a head tilt and finished his task, wiping down the salt shaker and other accoutrement.
Boo. Dick deflated. âThank you,â he said. It was too much to expect for this to end first thing. Ah. He cheered up at the realization that this was better, actually. He was clearly only minutes behind them. The game wouldnât be fun if it was too easy, after all. With that in mind he felt pretty chipper as he reached for the no doubt taunting note Jay would have left him on the back of the receipt. In his peripheral vision he noted the waiter picking up a short mop and running it over the floor under where Jay and Dannyâs feet would have been.
âŠA riddle. They left him a riddle. âHow does water fall onto a cranky little stormcloud?â Puzzled, he blinked. Uh, water going up? Something about condensation, about pipes, about⊠stormcloud? He crinkled his eyebrows and thought about Damianâs thunderous little face, chubby cheeks and all, positively sick with fury that Dick had betrayed him by attending his art show.
He had a bad feeling. He looked up. There, in the unfinished rafters, alien green eyes stared down at him predatorily from an inhumanly pale face.Â
Dick froze. Jasonâs boyfriend was clinging to the ceiling like goddamn Dracula climbing down the castle wall, one clawed hand wrapped around a rafter, feet braced against another in a way that made his limbs look just slightly too long and angular. The other hand was holding a bucket.
Fuck. Dick dodged in a roll and barely evaded the bulk of the splash zone.
âLoser!â Jasonâs voice called out.Â
Dick whipped his head over to see his brother grinning at him from the kitchen in a goddamn kitchen staff apron. âBitch!â he said, appalled. Had he really walked past him without realizing it? No way. Just no way. He looked back up and jolted.Â
Danny was gone.Â
Fuck!
He looked back at the kitchen just in time to see Danny drape himself over Jasonâs shoulder in a boneless way, flash a grin with teeth that were far too long, and then⊠and then. They both faded out of sight as Dick rushed the door. There was no hint as to where they had gone.
âI should have gotten tactical information about Dannyâs ghost abilities before I challenged them. This is on me, a little bit. Iâll have to have Babs take a look⊠No, not yet. Theyâre probably going around by one of Jasonâs bikes, I can check on whatâs missing and plug the license plate number into the auto search program.ââ
âExcuse me.â
Disheartened, Dick blinked back at the waiter, who had already mopped up the water that Danny had dropped on him. He was impassively holding out another wet towel.Â
â...Thank you,â Dick said, and dried his left shin off so he stopped leaving drips across the restaurant.
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could you do number 2 with nico? thanks!
Hidden Away With You || Nico Hischier
Prompt: . 2. âIs now a bad time to mention that Iâm claustrophobic?â
WC: 1k+
A/N: This is literally just fluff. Tooth rotting fluff.
Summary: You brought your boyfriend, Nico, home to meet your family. Somehow you end up hiding away and stuck in a room nobody ever goes into with just yourself and Nico, your boyfriend who takes up too much space
For the weeks leading up to you bringing Nico back to your hometown to meet your family, you had a pit in your stomach that grew larger and larger. You loved your family, truly. However, you would be remiss to mention that your family could be a bit much.
You also loved Nico and you knew that he loved you, otherwise, why would he choose to spend a week with you in the town that you grew up in with people he didnât know when he could be back home in Switzerland with his own family? He already doesnât get the see them that much due to him living in another country for most of the year.
Thatâs not what you were feeling guilty about, though. Youâre parents had decided to host a barbecue with the few neighbors that they had been friends with for years and it had finally gotten to the point where they had started swapping embarrassing stories about their children. You knew it was coming and you thought you would be able to handle it. After all, you had heard the same rendition of your mortifying childhood choices every year.
You forgot to factor Nico into all of that, though. You would have fathered your parents pass around the picture of you from the third grade when you had a horrible haircut due to Timmy Devlin sticking a wad of gum in it during class. You could have stomached Nico seeing the picture of an eight-month-old you smiling as you proceeded to roll around in your own waste.
The stories, though, you booked it back inside when your mother brought up your first date and how you had chickened out of it. The stories that followed after that would only get worse. You knew from experience, but how could you look your boyfriend in the eye while he heard about all the mistakes you made and mishaps you found yourself in? Would he laugh along with everyone else? Would he look at you differently?
You didnât know and you didnât want to find out. So under the guise of getting more ice, you snuck down the hall that was opposite the kitchen and squeezed your way into the small half-bathroom. You knew that if someone were to come looking for you it would take them a while. The bathroom you were currently holed up in hadnât worked for years. You were so certain of it that you didnât even shut the bathroom door as you sat on the toilet lid and buried your head in your hands.
You would find the courage to go out there eventually but right now you wanted to stew in your own self-loathing. Not for the first time you wondered why you couldnât have just acted somewhat normal as a child. You remembered the last boyfriend that you had brought home to meet your parents. You thought you were safe from the stories because it was the winter holidays and you had assumed, wrongly, that they would be focused on literally anything else other than embarrassing you. You were wrong again and by the time it was time for you and your boyfriend to head back to the city, you hadnât heard from him again after he went home.
You didnât want that to happen with Nico. Unlike with the boy before him, you would truly be devasted if Nico ended things after this. The other guy had simply ghosted you and if Nico decided to leave you, you decided that that was how you wanted him to do it. You couldnât handle listening to him tell you why he thought it was the best the two of you stopped seeing each other.
Before you could spiral further into the scenarios you built up in your head you heard your name being called. You were going to ignore it until you noticed the heavy accent.
You perked up a little as you called out, âIâm in here, Neeks!â
The footsteps came quickly down the hallway and before you knew it your boyfriend stood in the doorway to the small bathroom. His thick eyebrows were scrunched in concern and his eyes were warm but worried as he took you in. Before you could say anything he stepped into the already small bathroom and went to close the door.
âNo-,â you tried to say before he shut it but you were too late. He had closed the door and because of the size of the bathroom, there was barely an inch between the two of you.
His eyes were wide at your shout, clearly not expecting a reaction quite like that. âWhat? What did I do?â
You could already feel your heart start to race at the close quarters. It wouldnât be long now until you started to sweat.
âThe door handle for the bathroom is broken. It has been for years but my parents never thought to fix it because no one uses this bathroom. Everyone uses the one upstairs.â
Nico looked at you, the confusion still evident on his face. So you decided to be as blunt as you could be, âit wonât open from the inside. Someone has to open it from the outside. Weâre locked in here!â
Nico glanced at the door and tried to hide his grimace. He wasnât claustrophobic but this was a small bathroom, barely big enough for two people.
âSo weâll just call your parents,â Nico suggested, already going to pull out his phone to call your parents.
You just shook your head and tried to control your breathing. The reality of being in a small space that you couldnât get out of was finally hitting you and you felt like you might vomit or faint.
âYou wonât be able to,â you said, your voice shaking. âThereâs no reception on this side of the house. Don't ask why, I donât know.â
âOkay,â Nico said soothingly, but you could see in his big brown eyes that the predicament that the two of you were in was finally settling in for him. âIâm sure that someone in your family will realize that weâre missing and come looking for us.â
You loved his unrelenting optimism but right now, as horrible as it may sound, you kind of wanted him to start panicking as well.
âNeeks, everyone was already several cups deep when I left. They likely forgot we were there or thought we went to be alone.â
He sighed, defeated. His shoulders slumped and he leaned back against the burgundy-painted walls. You wished that you could find it in you to say something that might lift his spirits but just as you were about to say something you felt suddenly dizzy, reaching out behind you to grab the sink to steady yourself.
âUhm, Nico?â Your voice is quiet and weak ask you attempt to get your boyfriend's attention. You immediately have his attention. The bathroom door is forgotten temporarily. âIs now a bad time to mention that Iâm claustrophobic?â
His arms wrap around your middle and pull you against his chest before your shaky legs give out beneath you. You close your eyes and turn your face into Nicoâs chest. His shirt is still warm from the sun outside and his vanilla and wood scent mixed with the few beers he shared with your family is a soothing balm for your racing heart.
You try to focus on him and only him. He lets you melt into him and stands quietly for a few minutes as you slowly sync your breathing to his.
âIâve got you sunneschii,â he says, his voice quiet. Thereâs no need for him to whisper it but it makes his words feel more personal even though itâs only the two of you in the room.
When you finally trust yourself to speak without stuttering, you look up into his warm eyes and everything else around you melts.
âWhat does that mean?â You attempt the foreign word and know the second you see his dimples and boyish grin that you butchered the word.
He hums and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Before he can answer your question there is a loud knock on the door and your brotherâs voice shouting your names.
âSaved at last,â he says in the same tone before calling out to your brother to let him know that the two of you were indeed trapped.
The door handle jiggles and your brother throws himself into the door to open it. He smiles cheekily thinking that he walked in on an intimate moment between you and Nico. It was intimate but not in the way he thought. Iâm any other situation you would have rolled your eyes, probably even flipped him off but he did just free you from the confines of the bathroom.
âThank you,â Nicoâs voice is heavy with his accent as he calls out to your brother.
He gives a mock salute in the direction of the two of you and you just know that heâs going to be going back outside and telling your parents what he thought he saw. It would likely end with Nico having to sleep in the guest bedroom. Itâs not that would actually stop you if you wanted to see your boyfriend in the middle of the night.
You were the first to step out of the bedroom with Nico following behind you. You were trying to figure out if you were going to try and tough it out in the backyard with your family and their friends again or make a run for it to your bedroom.
You hadnât come to a decision when Nico grabbed your waist and spun you around to face him again. His large hands slid up your body to grasp your face in his hands. There was a need in his big brown eyes.
You brought your own hands up to cover his as his thumbs started rubbing small circles onto your jaw.
âWhat are you thinking, baby?â
The question was soft, almost a sigh. He didnât answer right away, simply leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. He didnât move back, instead, he ran his nose down your cheek and planted another kiss on your jaw, right where his thumb was a second ago.
âI think we should tell everyone that all that sun made us tired and go up to your bedroom.â
Your cheeks filled with heat at his bluntness. You had been thinking the same thing but you hadnât said it out loud.
You waited a minute to get a hold of yourself. Finally, you managed to say, âFine, but you have to tell my parents. I refuse to look them in the eyes after that last story they told about me.â
It was only then that Nico finally pulled away. His laughter rang throughout the hall away and the disappointed look you gave him only made him laugh harder. You quirked your lips up, not at the story that was replaying in your head, but from your boyfriend's carefree laughter.
âSneaking your boyfriend in at fifteen and then hiding him in your closet,â he tried to say as he caught his breath. âYou had to know that wouldnât work.â
You groan as if youâre irritated but you hit him lightly on the chest to let him know that you arenât actually upset. âI was a kid!â
Nico raises his hands in defense but his smile is on full display. âAs long as you donât make me hide in a closet tonight, I donât care what happened to your old boyfriends.â
You roll your eyes and grab his hand as you walk out of the little hallway and to your bedroom. Maybe no one would notice you two were gone. Maybe they would. You didnât really care anymore.
âGood choice but I have the right to banish you to the closet anytime I want tonight,â you tease.
âIâll just cuddle with your brother,â he shoots back. It makes you laugh and you donât even try to hide it.
âAfter the trauma, I just went through!â You gasp, but jokingly say, âYou would trade me in for my brother?â
Youâre outside of your bedroom door now and you're still holding Nicoâs hand in yours. His thumb is rubbing circles onto yours. You donât think heâs conscience of what heâs doing but it still brings a small smile to your lips.
âTraumatic event?â Nico asks instead, leaning against the wall.
His eyes flutter and his cheeks are still warm from the sun. Despite your parents warning you about not having any âfunny businessâ while youâre here, you look at Nico and think that it wonât be a problem. You feel comfortable and warm inside just by being in his presence and it is obvious to anyone that as soon as Nicoâs head hit a pillow he would be out like a light.
âI got trapped in a small bathroom. It was very traumatic,â you pout up at him and his smile is lazy but sweet. âI was so scared.â
Nico opened the bedroom door and led you in, âCome here, then. Iâll hold you while we nap so the scary bathroom doesnât come to get you.â
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Something that's bugged me in fiction since I was a little kid.
Whenever there's a character who does not like something that's seen as normal or expected, the story is always about them learning to like it anyway, and not about other characters learning to accept the character's preferences and respect their boundaries.
Little Timmy is scared easily and hates Halloween? The story is about how Little Timmy learns to think the ghosts are funny, not about Little Timmy's friends learning that pranking the poor kid is kinda mean.
Teenage Suzy hates makeup and wears frumpy clothes? The story is about Teenage Suzy learning that she looks great all dolled up, not about her friends learning to respect her personal fashion choices.
And it carries on into stories for adults.
Middle Aged Bob has never had a date? The story is about Middle Aged Bob learning that he just needs to open up, not about his friends learning to accept that Middle Aged Bob actually means it when he says he's happy single.
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i NEED to hear your thoughts on reader's arguments with boxer!carmy. what's their first argument about? who usually caves first?
you, anon, are a hero and a scholar and are about to receive the greatest blurb in the history of the the tumblr industry (pls someone understand this reference đđ)
BUT IT ALL SERIOUSNESS, this is fucking gold; i love you for sending this.
tw!! ooooohh they get into it yall. carmen being a man (ik, iâm sorry). some suggestive content. happy ending.
bf boxer!carmy and reader fighting!!
concept 1. concept 2. bf boxer!carmy hcs.
ok, so, me thinks bf boxer!carmy and his pretty broad actually argue a lot. so often it teeters just on the edge of being unhealthy. but, they also know each other and realize theyâre two petty asf ppl (đđ). so, even though they argue often, itâs usually over stupid shit, or their little fears (like who was supposed to wash the dishes that night, or how carmyâs profession holds a great deal of power over his life, enough to take it awayâ
she tries hard not to think about it too much; that argument is a losing game).
if carmyâs being frank, itâs half the reason heâs so fucking obsessed in love with her. sheâs feistyâsheâs trouble, and carmyâs never been good at staying out of it, even before he was the one starting the fights.
howeverâŠ
when they fightâoh boy! do they fight.
iâd like to think bf boxer!carmy has a hugeeeee jealousy problem (lil insecure loser âčïžđ«¶đœ), and so thatâs usually how their more heated fights begin.
i think their very first BIG fight has to do with a mix of his jealousy issue and the nature of how their relationship came to be.
allow me to set the scene:
so carmy wins the fight against timmy boy (surprise??) and starts talking to his pretty broad, finds out her and timmy arenât exclusive, just messing around, and takes the green light.
a few weeks go by and everything is going smoothlyâyou know, the usual, extravagant dates and expensive gifts, lots of pampering and affection from both ends; the rose-hued, honeymoon stageâand carmy invites her as his plus one to some big party/event for his job.
he knocks on the front door of her apartment at 7:15 pm on the dot with a stunning bouquetâbabyâs breath and lilies and anemonesâof flowers in his right hand. heâs dressed to the nines; a fitted black tuxâdouble breasted, with peak lapels, and slightly high-waisted trousersâand a brown dress-shirt, first thee to four buttons undone (whore đ„ž) with a black chiffon, nearly iridescent slip over it that makes that same brown look an earthy, rich green at a swift glance. one gold bracelet, one gold ring for each hand (middle and pinky fingers), his unnecessarily attractive little gold hoop earrings, and a simple gold crucifix hanginâ âround his neck.
he raps his busted knuckles against the door with his left hand, and then patiently leans against the frame and awaits the telltale sign of her heels against the hardwood floors.
he counts to seventeen before her front door is swinging open.
the first thing he notices is that smile (that smile, the one she only ever gives to himânot eddie (god forbid), or nacho, or benny, or fucking timmyâjust him). pearly whites, with bow and cherry gems (i loveeee teeth gems if my pfp didnât make that clear), on display, framed by those plump, painted lipsâbrown liner, blackberry pink lipstick, and a nice, shiny glossâthat never seem to leave his head; burned into his memory, melded to his mind.
his eyes drop to the baby pink toes heâs become far too fond of, the white strap and silver chain of her dior heels placed prettily over top. flits his appraising gaze up to her ankles, the left one wrapped in the anklet he gifted her on their fourth date, a (boxing) glove charm hanging from the gold link. upâup, up, upâthey go, trailing the soft ruffles and tedious buttons lining her long sleeve knit dress, hem hitting just at her shin, tight fittingâcinched to her figureâwith a swoop neckline that shows off just the right amount of cleavage.
he stops when his eyes find hers again, brown sugar and saccharine.
he pushes off the door frame and steps through, âtil theyâre standing toe to toe and her head is awkwardly bent backward so she can keep eye contact.
âhi, bear,â she chirps, soft and taunting. grins at him while her jewel adorned hands slide up the smooth lapels of his tux.
the left corner of his mouth kicks up into a smirk as he snakes his left arm around her waist, dragging her closer.
his head spins with the scent of cinnamon and evergreen, and he wants to nuzzle in her neck because of it.
âhey, cub,â he rumbles back, and neither of them acknowledge the way she practically melts into her, she just curls her fingers into his lapels, and he tightens his hold on her waist.
she looks at the flowers in his right hand, âthose for me?â
carmy turns his head to look at the flowers, lifts his hand with a noisy crinkle to present âem to her.
still, he shakes his head, puts on his best poker face and huffs, ânah, iâm taking that real pretty broad down the hall on a date tonight. just dropping in to say âhiâ.â
her grin drops, face flat, eyes narrowed.
she unfurls her fists from his jacket, starts pushing him away, out from where he came.
âwell, since weâve finished swapping pleasantriesââ
this time when he huffs, heâs huffing out a laugh, âiâm kidding. hey, baby, iâm kidding. swear.â he drops the flowers (unimportant; he can get more if she really wants them) to the ground at the side of their feet and wraps his other arm around her waist, crowding her space, barely giving her room to breathe, let alone slip from his grasp.
she wriggles in his hold, still shoving uselessly at his firm chest. âcarmen, let goââ
and, well heâs definitely in trouble, but thereâs not much to be done about that now, is there?
he takes both her tiny, pounding fists and locks them behind her back in one fell swoop ânever. now look at me.â
she looks into the hallway, just over his shoulder, to piss him off.
his eye threatens to twitch.
âlook at me, cub. donât make me say it again.â
she rolls her brown sugar eyes, but does thereafter shift her gaze to look at him. raises an impatient brow.
âiâm sorry for saying that. it was a shitty jokeââ
âit wasnât fucking funny, carm.â
he grunts, âall right. wasnât funny, iâm sorry, baby.â
she continues to glare at him for another 30 to 45 seconds, but then her shoulders are slumping and her face is scrunching in that cute little pout and sheâs whining like a sweet little baby.
âwasnât funny, bear,â she grumbles, and carmy snickers.
âyâalready said that; gimme a kiss.â
she shakes her head, fussy, and now itâs carmyâs turn to raise an impatient brow.
âwhat was that? speak up, baby.â
âno,â she groans, stomping her foot, trying to free her hands from behind her back, but thereâs no way sheâs getting out now, not if she wants to act like a brat.
âtry again.â
ânââ
he yanks her into his chest, âtry the fuck again.â
but when has she ever just willingly rolled over?
âlet me go, carmen.â
âgive me a fucking kiss, cub.â
â
they show up to carmyâs work gathering an hour and a half late, but whoâs fucking fault is that (this, too, is a losing game)?
when they step into the venue together, all eyes immediately fall on them. how could they not?
carmen âcarmyâ berzatto, the bear, and his new girl.
timothy âtimmyâ graysonâs ex girl.
they donât let it phase them, the side eye and poorly disguised whispering, just find their way to their way to the open bar and mingle with their inner circle.
the night quickly descends from business to casual, but that could just be because they were so late. as the older patrons slip out, the inconsequential jazz humming in the background is shut off, and then the ceiling is shaking with the bass of keep it g by asap rocky.
somehow, carmyâs on his second glass of bourbon and his girl just finished her third glass of wine and theyâreâŠtipsy.
itâs not even like the song playing is inherently sexual, at all, really, but carmyâs lips are trailing over the back of her neck, uncoordinatedâmessyâand his fingers are digging into her hips because the way sheâs fucking grinding on him should not be legal.
âgod, cub,â he grunts in her ear, rolling his hips back into her.
âmhmm,â she moans in the back of her throat, subdued, swallowed down, and places her hands over his that grip at her like a lifeline. she lets her head fall back, settle in the crook of his neck so she can nose at the hinge of his jaw and suck a pretty hickey there, too.
he fully thrusts into her, the bass of the speakers muffling the too audible slap of their bodies connecting.
she squirms and squeaks, âbear!â
he growls, âwhat?â
she giggles in the shell of his ear. âdown, boy. i gotta hit the restroom.â
carmy, very reluctantly, lets her slip from his grasp and venture to find the womanâs room. he nurses on another drinkâwhiskey, this timeâbut paces himself as he waits for his girlâs return.
that is, until he sees his girl in question talking with timothy fucking grayson. then, he downs the rest of his drink like water and calmlyâcalmlyâwalks up to them.
now, if (and this is a very big fucking if) carmen wasnât being a complete a***** ******* ****** ***** *****, then maybe he wouldâve noticed the rather unkempt state of his pretty broad, her soured expression and guarded body language.
he was being a complete redacted though, so he just steps behind her with his chest puffed and his jaw set, just itching for timmy to say something fucking stupid.
and that stupid fucking smirk on his stupid fucking face might scratch that itch just enough to satiate him.
âwhatâre yâdoinâ with my girl, timmy?â
he doesnât register the way she bristles against him at the term.
my girl.
âjust makinâ friendly conversation,â he shrugs, still smirking, and carmy has never wanted his knuckles to split so fucking bad.
âfriendly conversation?â he nearly coos back, the condescending, possessive prick. âwhy donât yâfind someone else to go make friendly conversation with, yeah? fuck off.â
he walks away before timmy boy gets the chance to respond, dragging his girl behind him.
when they make it back to the bar, he finally has the decency to assess his pretty broad. or, hound her, more like.
"what was he sayin' to you? and what the hell were you doin' with him in the fuckin' first place? if he bothers you again you come straight to me, understood?"
he's met with silence.
he frowns, looks down at his girl to find the same expression on her face, and goes to repeat himself. "i said, understâ"
"take me home, carmen."
his frown deepens. he bends in the knee to try and catch her eyes, but she turns her head away as soon as he glimpses her brown sugar irises.
"cubâ"
"take me home, carmen. now."
and they've fought, all right? small tiffs here and there, "pick your fucking shoes up, carmen!", "stop fucking touching shit, carm!", "god, carmen, just leave me alone!" but this is different. deeper.
he's still frowning as he nods, mutters "okay," softly, as to not upset her any further, and places his hand on the small of her back to guide out of the venue doors and out to the valet.
usually, after a date, carmen will pull in to a parking space and get out first to open the passenger door for his girl and walk her up to her apartment, before either getting sent off with a goodnight kiss or getting tugged through her front door to continue where they'd left off.
this time, though, she out the door before the cars even full parked.
carmen rushes to keep up with her takes the stairs to her apartment two at a time.
"cub, wait up!"
she does no such thing.
in fact, she only seems to move faster in lieu of his request (brat).
he nearly misses his window to at least say goodnight to her, with the way she quickly keys into her home and tries to slam the door in his face, but a foot in the frame easily rectifies that.
"hey!" he barks at her, shoving the door open and slamming it shut after him.
"don't slam my damn door, carmen!"
"don't try to slam your damn door in my damn face, then!"
she frustratedly groans, arms flailing in exclamation. he watches her cautiously as she looks frantically for somethingâsomething, anythingâbefore she's bending down to take off her dior heels.
clearly, something has pent upâboiled, festeredâwithin her, because she chucks a shoe at his head (and for someone so unassuming, she has a damn good arm).
he ducks just before it can hit him, instead banging into the wall.
"what the fuâ ow!"
she doesn't miss the second time.
"fuck you, carmen!" she screams at him.
"fuck you! you just threw your fucking shoe at my head! twice!"
"and you fucking deserved it," she cries, taking a step closer to him, pointing an accusatory finger. "you dick!"
"what the fuck did i do?" he shouts back, taking a step forward himself, brows furrowed in frustrated confusion.
"youâ y-youâ"
he takes another step toward her, "huh? i what? spit it the fuck out, baby."
not for the first time, she pouts like a kicked puppy, and her hands brace on his sturdy shoulders, and she pushes at him, angry. but, certainly for the first, carmy actually loses his balance. nearly trips over his feet with the way he stumbles backward.
"ugh, asshole! you made a bet!"
he frowns, bewildered. "what?"
"don't fucking lie to me, carmâ"
"baby, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"stop fucking calling me that!" she screams, "with timothy! you made a bet with him before the fight, a bet on me!"
carmy's mouth hangs open, forming to phantom explanations that all fall too short or get too intimateâpersonal; she doesn't need to know the backstory, the why in his road to success. she can't, not yet. not so soon.
she shoves him again at his lack of response, and, for the second time, carmy stumbles back.
"fuck you, carmy!" she screams, eyes brimming andâ fuck, she was not supposed to find out this way (well, ever, really, but surely not in this way). he racks his brain for sufficient a justification.
"fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! is that how you fucking see me? i'm just another belt you meatheads pass around and compete for? fucking kill yourselves over?"
"that's not true, babyâ"
"i'm not your fucking baby!" she goes to shove him again, but he's ready this time, steeled. she throws her weight into each nudge and push and shove she gives to him, grunts and grumbles through the exertion of it, but he's stock-still like a statue now, and immovable force to be reckoned with.
"you done?" he mutters when she's huffin' and puffin' too hard to keep going.
her eyes snap from his chest to his baby blues, glaring. "fuckâ!"
"âme? yeah, you've already said that, several times actually. now are you gonna let me explain, or do you wanna keep screamin'?"
her eyes, somehow, narrow further, teeth barred.
carmy prepares himself.
"do i wanna keep screamin'? well, since you fucking offered," she gripes, pounding her fists into his chest again. and he lets her. "you don't fucking think, do you? just puff your chest and fucking take it if you want it, right? god, carmen, i'm not some fucking toyâ"
"i never implied that you wereâ"
"so you didn't bet you could fuck me better than timothy at the weigh-in?"
he snaps his mouth shut.
she scoffs, shakes her head. "un-fucking-believable," she mutters under her breath.
she sighs, and the (arguably) worst is over. but it's not like he necessarily welcomes the tears, either.
she sniffles, red-rimmed eyes sparkling in a pool of saltwater, and weakly shoves at his chest again.
"f-fuck you, bear," she weeps softly, voice cracking, head hanging, and carmy's never wanted to fix something so badly in his whole goddamn life. more than mikey. "i thought you fucking liked meâ
"i doâ!"
"stop lyingâ!"
and suddenly, carmen's had enough.
"be quiet," he barks.
the room falls silent.
he sighs, grips hers arms to keep her close and up right. drops his head to rest on hers, eye-to-eye, and she's too tuckered out to fight it.
his adams apple bobs, "i'm sorry, y/n," he whispers, and she doesn't think she's ever heard him so earnest before, so sad. "i'm sorry i made a bet on you, and hurt your feelings because of it. you're not a toy, or a belt, or any other prize, boxing or not; you're a human fucking being. and i'm sorry."
she sniffles again, and he takes her lack of shoving and yelling as clearance to continue.
"i'm not fucking sorry it worked, though." he can feel her tense, so he hurries on before she gets the wrong idea. "i'm not fucking sorry i saw you in that damn pink dress, in your damn pink heels, with you fucking pink toes. i'm not sorry that i talked to you after the match, and made good on my promise to timmy."
"carmenâ"
he squeezes the sides of her shoulders, "i'm not sorry 'cause i do like you, cub, so fucking much."
she lifts her head, teary eyes blearily finding his, and she frowns up at him, like she doesn't believe him.
"why're lying?" she whimpers, all watery and sad sounding, and carmy just wants to swaddle her in a blanket and kiss her tears away.
he smiles gently at her, "m'not lyin', baby. do you think i'd still be here if all i wanted was a fuck and duck? that's what the ring girls are for, cub."
she makes a face at him, "ew! g-ross, carmy, don'tâ!"
he bites back a smirk. "you drive me insane," cuts her off, sliding his hands from her arms to her shea butter smooth palms. "you drive me up the fuckin' wall, actually. but i love that about you. i love that you don't take anyone's shit, including mine. love that you put me in my place, and tell me off when i step out of line." his tongue peaks out to lick his chapped bottom lip before he continues. "i love the way you curl up in a ball every night before bed because you can't sleep any other way, and i love the way you bitch and moan about your bones feelin' too stiff in the morning because of it." he regards her fondly, eyes flitting over every feature. âi love your teeth gems, and your long ass nails. i love it when youâre bare-faced and bushy-tailed, or when youâve got aâ what is it?â
she chokes on a snotty laugh, âa full beat?â
âa full beat!â he repeats, enthusiastic and beaming. they both take a moment to giggle, carmyâs hands finding purchase on her hips to draw her in, chest to chest. âi am sorry i hurt your feelings, cub, so fucking sorry. but i would make that bet ten fuckinâ thousand times over if it meant iâd end up anywhere with you.â
and now sheâs crying for a whole different, much sweeter reason.
she pouts at him cutely, âbearrr!â
and itâs like nothing even happened.
âwhaaat?â he groans, feigning annoyance. âsnotty girl, look at those tears,â he tuts, âsuch a crybaby.â
âthatâs not fairâ!â
âhush,â he muses, walking them back toward her bedroom, deft fingers working to unfasten the many buttons of her dress. âyou talk too much, anyone ever told you that? whatever, you should let me fuck you.â
âwhat?â
âyou should let me fuck you.â
âyou literally ate me out for an hour before we left, thatâs why we were so fucking late. and who says you fuckinâ deserve it?â
carmy smirks, thatâs his girl.
fuckinâ trouble.
he quirks a brow at her, fingers pausing their decent.
âyou gonna let me earn it?â
â
a/n: hope u like it babies bc getting this done made me SICK (im serious i canât fucking breathe right or swallow properly anymore đââïžđ«¶đœ)
not proofread!!
#evelyn speaks#i got a lil carried away#its ok tho#i love this boderline toxic couple#my babies đ„°đ„°#anon ask#anon#đanon#nonnie#requested#request#carmy angst#carmen berzatto one shot#carmen berzatto x female reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy x fem!reader#carmy x you#carmen berzatto x you#carmen berzatto fanfic#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto fluff#carmy x reader#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto#witing#fanfic#the bear fanfic#the bear angst#the bear fanfiction#boxer!au
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Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader: Boy Moms
Good morning Hawkins I decided to take a break from my fanfic for a minute and write this short little thing out because fuck it I want to write little mundane crap about Dad!Eddie. Also because you know this GIF is how the fuck Eddie's sitting watching the conversation happen when some deranged boy mom starts speaking. Let me just preface by saying before I get mobbed: There's nothing wrong with whatever gender a child is, but boy moms scare the shit out of me. Seek therapy.
Warnings: boy moms (gags), sexism
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âHaving a boy is just life changing. Iâm sorry that youâll never get to experience true love.â
The silence was so palpable that you could almost hear the comedic sound effect of the metaphorical record scratch in both of your brains as all thought stopped. Eddie had been in the middle of packing the diaper bag in the stroller while you were putting your four-month-old in the bassinette. The two of you had been politely trying to cut the brunch date short.
You immediately wondered if you misheard the woman in front of you.
Not quite slack jawed, just with wide eyes, you and your husband both leaned forward over the pristine white linen tablecloth of the cafĂ© table. One of your âmomâ friends - a woman by the name of April Laurentis - sat back across from the two of you and flounced, the magenta of her Avon lipstick bleeding into the cracks of her mouth. She was admittedly not the typical company you kept. Rather a desperate attempt to connect with other parents in Hawkins, and so far had been the only mother to agree to have brunch with an impoverished pair of fresh out of school metalhead parents who lived in a new doublewide with an uncle in Forest Hills Trailer Park.
âIâm sorry, what?â Eddie asked, blinking away the confusion in his face.
âYou had a girl, and girl mothers just do not have the same bond as mother and son.â April said, flouncing her blown out curls dyed autumn barley.
She looked right at you and pointed a manicured finger.
âYou wonât know true love until you have a son.â
You mouthed a soft âwhat the fuckâ under your breath, watching as Eddie leaned his elbow on the table. His wide brown eyes were fixated on the older woman before him; the corners of his mouth drooping in a grimace that made his smile lines transform into deep trenches on his face. His fist went to his mouth, as if trying to stop himself from speaking.
But of course, Eddie and his big mouthâŠ
âSo youâre saying that my wifeâŠâ Eddie had to really emphasize the âwifeâ part, âLike⊠the first actual girlfriend Iâve ever had, since high school⊠Iâm not her first true love?â
Eddie was a lot of firsts: first boyfriend, first true love, first sexual encounter, first baby daddy to your unwed eighteen-year-old self until Uncle Wayne paid fifty dollars for the marriage license at the Hawkins courthouse after Charlotte was born. Now hopefully, he was your first and last husband.
âOf course not!â April scoffed, âBecause little Charlotte is YOUR first love, daughters are always their fatherâs first love⊠Your wife will never know true love until you give her a son.â
April dismissed this with a hand wave while her two-year-old started banging a spoon against her chair. You and Eddie just stood there, unable to comprehend the womanâs delusions of a particularly horrifyingly obsessive nature.
â⊠so youâre saying that your son, little Timmy over hereâŠâ you pointed.
âTanner.â
âRight, Tanner⊠youâre equating Tanner here to romantic loveâŠ?â you asked, dreading the answer.
âItâs just different.â She argued, âYouâll never understand the bond I have with my baby boy. Heâs my whole world!â
âAnd our daughter is whatâŠ?â Eddie asked, âA statue? A ghost? An object? What exactly are you trying to imply here? That my kid requires a penis for them to be counted as a valid member of the family to be loved? Thatâs a little medieval fiefdom of you, donât you think?â
No sooner did the words leave his mouth, April began to go off on you even though you hadnât even said anything, ranting about how you would never understand the deep bond that a mother and son shared because you hadnât birthed one. Her spiel devolved into a delusional, impassionate speech about how you and Eddie would never understand: her heart was breaking just thinking of her baby boy loving another woman other than herself, and how she couldnât imagine how Eddieâs mother must have felt when you âstole her son away from herâ.
You had to lay your hand across Eddieâs chest to prevent him from turning over the table at that comment, and with one last hateful look, April gathered up her child and left the cafĂ©, slamming a ten-dollar bill on her untouched plate of mixed greens.
For a long time, both you and Eddie just stared after her retreating form.
â⊠Am I on glue or did that really just happen?â you ventured after a while.
âNo⊠that sure did just happen,â Eddie replied, âThat was definitely a real conversation, and it was batshit crazy.â
âI wonât know real love, until I have a son.â You repeated, looking at your baby.
Charlotte had her fist in her mouth, gnawing away at her chubby little fingers with her gums.
âSo like⊠the whole high school sweethearts meeting, falling for one another during a gig at The Hideout, having insane amounts of sex, popping out a kid, moving into the trailer park together, and getting married⊠Thatâs not love?â you asked.
âApparently not.â Eddie responded to your rhetorical question, âI guess your husband is just some dude who occasionally contributes sperm, and the kid is the true love? Mark that down as fucking gross.â
â⊠okay so you totally picked up on the weird Oedipus vibes from her right?â you quickly asked.
Eddie, still horrified, nodded.
âOh, hell yeah I did.â He said, âThat was definitely Oedipus Complex... you didnât hear the banjos?â
âI was hoping I had misheard.â You admitted, giving a full body shudder.
The two of you stood, put a few crumpled bills on the table and flagged down a waiter to collect the tab, then began the long, awkward walk to the Gaucho. Both of you were still downright horrified at the turn the conversation took, wondering what sins you committed to get to this point.
âUm⊠so⊠Definitely blacklist April as a potential mom friend.â You said, pulling down the visor on Charlotteâs bassinette to protect her from the sun.
âMost definitely blacklisted, I donât want to know what kind of screwed up family life sheâs had leading up to that delusion.â Eddie said, pushing the stroller along the sidewalk, âAnd I donât want to expose Charlie to it either.â
âOh she totally grew up overshadowed by her brothers.â You said immediately, âThatâs textbook Freud. And she probably still has all those residual mommy issues, plus a hell of an Elektra Complex.â
âOne hundred percent.â Eddie said, âDeep-seated mommy daddy issues, and from the sounds of the first love comment, a dead bedroom.â
âJesus H.â you laughed, covering your mouth while Eddie let out a dark giggle, âOh my god⊠thatâs kind of terrible.â
âItâs true!â he argued, âYou canât sit here and tell me she has a great marriage with comments like that!â
âYeah but thatâs gross to say!â you argued back, still unable to help the uncomfortable laughter.
âTrust me,â Eddie laughed, âI guarantee you she was rotting with jealousy. Especially when at the beginning she made comments like âIt must be so nice that your husband babysits your daughter for youâ.â
You shook your head, wrapping your arm around Eddieâs as you both began laughing and making hideous gagging sounds every time either one of you brought up Aprilâs weird son complex.
âSee thisâŠâ you said, waving your hand in a circle, âThis encounter we just had, this is why the aliens wonât talk to us.â
âAmen to that, baby.â Eddie shuddered, âThey lock the fucking doors when they drive by us because of âboyâ mothers like April Fucking Laurentis.â
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things x reader#eddie munson x oc#stranger things reader insert#eddie munson reader insert#eddie munson x y/n
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⥠ïžê±áŽáŽáŽáŽÊÊ: You couldn't handle the fame that came with dating TimothĂ©e.
⥠ïžáŽĄáŽÊÉŽÉȘÉŽÉąê±: Angst with happy ending, Mean comments on social media, hurt/comfort
⥠ïžê±ÊÉȘáŽ: TimothĂ©e Chalamet x reader
You never signed up for this. The flashing cameras, the invasive questions, the harsh headlinesâyou didnât want any of it. You were just an ordinary person who had fallen in love with someone extraordinary.
But now, all of that was shattered.
The pictures had been plastered all over the internet overnight. You and Timothée, walking together in what you thought was a quiet, private moment. He was holding your hand, laughing at something you said, and the warmth between you was evident in every frame. Except now, it was a spectacle for the world to dissect.
"Timothée's Secret Girlfriend Exposed!" "Who Is She? Is She Just a Fling?" "Is Timothée Chalamet Hiding His New Love?"
Your phone was blowing up with notifications from friends, family, and strangers alike. The comments on social media were brutal. People were either attacking your looks, your past, or questioning why someone like him would ever be with someone like you.
And Timothée was silent. No statements, no comments. Nothing.
That night, you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone, reading the cruel words again and again. You knew he wasnât ignoring you, but it still stung.
Why wasnât he saying anything? Why wasnât he protecting you?
Your heart clenched as you texted him:
"I canât do this anymore. Itâs too much. Iâm sorry, Timmy."
It wasnât long before your doorbell rang.
When you opened the door, there he was. TimothĂ©e, in the same clothes youâd last seen him in, out of breath like he had run all the way here. His eyes were wild with concern, pain flickering behind them as they scanned your face.
âYouâre breaking up with me? Just like that?â His voice cracked slightly, but he was trying to hold it together.
Your throat tightened. âIâm sorry. I canât handle this, Timmy. Itâs too much. The hate, the rumors, the⊠everything. Iâm not built for this world of yours.â
Tears welled in his eyes as he stepped closer. "You think I care about that? About them? You mean everything to me, and Iâve been trying to figure out how to protect you from all this. I just⊠I didnât know how. I didnât want to make it worse."
You backed up, overwhelmed by your emotions, shaking your head. âItâs not about what you want. Itâs about what I can handle, and I canât handle being ripped apart by people who donât even know me. Every time I go online, I see people saying I donât deserve you, that Iâm just some random girl. And youâyou havenât even said anything.â
He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. âI didnât want to make a statement because I thought it would just drag you further into the spotlight. But youâre right, I shouldâve said something. I was selfish, I was scared of losing you, and in trying to protect you, I hurt you.â
Your chest tightened as the tears began to fall. âItâs too late, Timmy.â
âNo, please, donât say that,â he whispered, stepping forward to take your hands in his. His grip was warm and pleading. âIâm going to fix this. Iâll do whatever it takes. Iâll tell the world about us, tell them how much you mean to me. Iâll stand up for you.â
âI donât want to be famous, Timmy. I just want to be with you.â
He nodded frantically, his hands shaking as he held you. âThen weâll do it quietly. Weâll move away if we have to. I donât care what it takes, just please donât leave me. I canât lose you.â
You looked into his eyes, the love there breaking through the walls youâd been trying so hard to put up. âIâm scared.â
âI am too,â he admitted, his voice trembling. âBut I promise, Iâll never let you face this alone again. Youâre not just some girl to me. Youâre everything.â
His words shattered the last of your defenses. You collapsed into his arms, sobbing into his chest as he held you tight, whispering over and over, "Iâm sorry. Iâm so, so sorry."
The next morning, Timothée made a statement on Instagram.
"To those asking, yes, I'm in love. She's not a celebrity, and that doesnât make her any less important. She's my world, and I will not stand by while she's attacked and torn down by people who donât know her. We are happy, and thatâs all that matters."
As you read it, you felt a weight lift. It wasnât going to be easy, but at least you werenât facing it alone anymore.
And that made all the difference.
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y/n new year, same me. so grateful for everyone and everything I have in my life.
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tchalamet my pretty girl. I swear you get more and more beautiful every day
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I just want to say I love w all my heart charlotte so I'm not trying to hate on her, she looks very friendly but I just used her for her pics with charles
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Pairings : Damian Wayne x reader
Summary : Damian and Y/n had been dating for 3 years . Damian is 19 and reader is also 19
After a long eventful mission, Bruce invited the justice league and the titians in the manor for a well deserved break. Everyone was just chilling since it was stormy outside.
Beast boy, excited : let's play a game!
Everyone : Yes let's play a game
Dick , hopefully: Are u also playing Damian?
Damian: I don't want to play with you all imbeciles.
Tim, rolling his eyes: whatever
Dick : please Dami it will be fun!
Damian: no-
Dick, âšgiving his puppy eyesâš : And you owe me a favor
Damian, irritated : Fine.
" So what game are we playing ?" says Starfire .
"oh! oh! I know! I know! Truth and dare lets play it" says beast boy with an mischievous grin.
Jason took a bottle and spinned it , it landed on Dick.
Jason : Truth or Dare?
Dick : tru-th
" Were you the one who put fart spray in to the batmobile and blamed replacement for it?" Says Jason smirking know it was really dick.
"ye-s"says dick as he looks at Tim and Tim looks back at him with an betrayed look.
"I am sorry Timmy" says dick feeling a lil guilty.
" hahaha dude ! You really did that to batman ? That's so cool! " Says beast boy in disbelief.
" oh, that's why you were smelling so bad that day?" says Starfire with an disgusted look on her face.
"yeah " says dick with an small nervous laugh.
"By any chance was it also you who put glitter all over my bag?" Says Damian glaring at dick. He would have forgotten about that incident, if the gift he bought for you wasn't cover in glitter . And yeah you thought it was still cute regardless of the glittery mess it had become.
"uhhh" says dick nervously knowing he is screwed.
"you- " says Damian as his chasing dick with an fork begins and everyone was laughing at the sight.
After Damian literally hunted down dick , they came back and sat down , This time Tim spinned the bottle and it landed on Starfire.
" Truth or Dare Starfire?" Says Tim , smirking.
Then on then dick knows he's screwed.
"uhh dare?" Says Starfire hesitating a bit.
" ha! Don't kiss dick for a week " says Tim knowing he got his revenge.
Dick with an betrayed just stares at him . While he just shrugs.
Damian is a tiny bit impressed but he won't admit it .
Raven , impressed says " hmm he can't handle that one .
"Damn replacement you got him" says Jason to Tim while looking at dick who now has a defeated look on his face.
" hahah look at his face " says Beast boy pointing at dick, who just glares at him.
" fine, no kisses for a week I see" says Starfire giggling a bit.
Now its dick turn to spin it and it's lands on Damian.
"truth or dare Dami?" Says dick pressing his lips together so he wouldn't laugh.
"Truth." Says , Damian glaring at dick.
"How many girls have asked you out ?" Says dick already praying for his life .
To everyones suprise Damian begins to count and count and count not stopping.
"Damn dude we understood " says beast boy a shocked and maybe a tiny bit jealous.
" I don't know, I never counted" says Damian shrugging.
" yeah because who could even ask you out". Says Tim smirking.
Damian glared at Tim and Tim glared back.
" okay enough of your staring competition. It's my turn now" says Jason as he spins the bottle and it again lands on Damian.
" Seriously I got demon brat?" Says Jason disappointed.
" whatever just ask already" says Damian rolling his eyes.
" Fine , Fine demon brat. Truth or Dare?" Says Jason.
"Truth" says Damian as he sighs.
" do you hate replacement?" Says Jason with an smug
"I don't hate him but I would pull off his life support to charge my phone" says Damian.
Everyone seems shocked then they all crack up .
"Damn replacement got roasted by the gremlin"says Jason rolling on the floor while holding his stomach from laughing.
"Good one Dami" says dick out of breath from all laughing.
Tim just looks as if he saw a ghost. After everyone calmed down,they all say down and it's was Starfires turn and the bottle landed on raven.
"Truth or Dare raven?" Says Starfire smiling.
"umm dare?" Says raven hesitating .
Everyone than continuous to play. After sometime the justice league comes up from batcave to see the young heros playing. After the game ends. Damian goes into his room for sometime.
Damian than calls you and almost instantly you pick up.
"beloved, I miss you" says Damian wanting to be with her. It's not like he doesn't want to spend time with his family and friends but with you he finds peace that he cannot describe.
"My love, I miss you too but what happened?" Says Y/n worrying that something might happen to the love of her life.
"Nothing, beloved I am just missing you that's it" Damian sighs .
"I wish we could meet but this storm is not stopping anytime soon"
"you're right , beloved"
" I have a little surprise for you when you come back" you say seductively. You were waiting for him for so long because of that mission. You can't lie that you didn't miss his touch, his kisses during your time apart.
" beloved, you really love to make me suffer" Damian frowns
"hehe be patient my love, you will get your reward don't worry. Byeee love ya" and then you cut the call before he would say anything.
Damian heart beating so fast that it could beat the flash in a race . He than heard his brothers calling him for dinner. He goes down but he can't stop thinking about his reward that you were talking about. But he shook it up as his family and friends were watching him.
At the dinner table:
Everyone was seated. When Tim asked Damian if he had the cards game he took from Tim.
" They are in my room , in one of the drawers" says Damian, stabbing his vegetable with fork.
Tim than gets up to go to Damians room.
"So , Bruce did you know someone asked Damian out yesterday?* Says Jason smirking at Damian.
" oh I see , I mean he is a charming boy" says Bruce smiling.
Jon who just arrived flying says : ohhh that girl ? Damian told me about her. Apparently she tried to kiss him but he pushed her off ."
Bruce chokes on the food and Damian drops his fork due to shock and Jason just raises an eyebrow and well dick ,well he is cheering like those cheerleaders as Starfire tries to calm him down.
"He is a charming boy" says Clark repeating Bruce words.
Damian than speaks up.
"she was the daughter of Logan family and shes been trying to get my attention but I was putting her off"
Logan family are one of business partners of Bruce.
"hmm her mother tried the same" says Bruce as his scowls ,remembering those stupid attempts to get his attention.
Dick: where is Timmy? He certainly is taking his time.
Just as he said that Tim came running in and sat down on his seat. After sitting down Tim stares at Damian.
"what are you looking at imbecile?" Says Damian raising an eyebrow at Tim.
Tim with an straight face than says " Are You a virgin?"
Bruce for the second time chokes on his food. Jason starts laughing and dick is just horrid. Clark passes water to Bruce.
"Drake ,what actual heck!?"says Damian standing up .
"I mean , can you than explain why is there two packs of condoms in your drawer?" Says Tim as he puts up those boxes up in the air.
"TWO BOXES!?" says Jason
"CONDOMS!?"says Dick
"I don't think that's any of your business" says Damian. He was quite irritated but mostly embarrassed.
Damian than gets up and goes to his room
"Timmy, I don't think you should've done that"says Dick
"yeah dude"says. Beastboy
"I guess but what if he has a girlfriend?" Says Tim
"Who's gonna like that brat?"says Jason
The next day ,after the teen titan and the justice league left. Damian didn't come down for the whole day .
In Damians room
"ahahahahahahaha"
"Beloved, stop now"
"ahahaha I can't- I swear I can't-"
"seriously?"
"ok ok fine . But really? They saw it?" Pressing your lips together to try to not laugh.
"yeah and now I don't know what to do".says Damian,still irritated and somewhat angry.
"it's okay my love. That doesn't really matter"
"hmm but are you gonna wear that green one or the black one ?"
"...... really?"
"what?"
" perv" You could literally hear the mischievousness in his voice.
"Oh come on "
"Nope , you gonna have to find out"
"Fine "
"Damian, you know, we have been dating for a long time now"
"Yes , beloved I understand what you're trying to say.And I also know it's time"
"really!?", You have been dieing to meet his family for a quite time now, and he already met your family so it's only fair if you meet his.
"Yeah, I also been thinking about this. And I can't imagine my life without you anymore"
"Me too , Damian"
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Warnings: drinking alcohol, cursing, jealous Timmy, smut, sex in a car, dirty talk, possessive Timmy
It had been a month since you and Timmy broke up for good after being together for three years. You had really believed that he was the one, that you would be married and have kids with him. But his career had really boomed in the last year, and he was busier than ever. You seemed to fade from his mind in the process.
But that was the past, and you needed to start seeing other people, to help take your mind off your ex. So, your friend so kindly introduced you to a friend of her boyfriend's. His name was Owen, and you had texted for a few days and facetimed twice, and he asked you out for a couple of drinks. He was cute and sweet, and you were excited to get to know someone new, so you said yes.
You had picked out a cute outfit, did your hair and makeup. You had almost forgotten how fun it was to have a reason to get all dressed up. Timmy would always compliment your outfits and your hair, and it made you feel so confident when you were with him.
Owen was so polite in person and hugged you when you arrived outside of the bar. He then opened the door for you and you both walked in. You idly scanned over the room for a table or a pair of seats at the bar. And your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw the brown, messy waves on Timmy's head. As if on cue, he looked up and you made eye contact. Your heart ached seeing those green eyes. You looked away immediately.
"Hey, something wrong?" Owen asked, noticing your odd behavior.
"Uh, oh god, I'm sorry. It's just... my ex is here. We broke up a month ago."
"Oh, did you want to leave?"
"No, no," you shook your head, "it's fine. He already saw me. Let's just sit on the other side of the bar."
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You had sat down, gotten a round of drinks and Owen asked about your job, so you told him all about it. Then, he told you about his job working in marketing for a beer company.
The more you talked with him, you realized that he really liked to drink alcohol and party, which really wasn't that attractive to you, not at your age. But you were kind, continued to sip your drink and nod along to whatever he was saying.
As the waiter came over and Owen ordered more drinks, you noticed someone walking over to your table. You knew exactly who it was. No matter how crowded a place may be, you would always be able to pick out Timmy. Part of you was excited to see him, even more so considering how boring this date had turned out to be.
"Y/n." Timmy nodded, approaching your table, "Sorry I don't want to intrude. Just wanted to say hi, and see how you were doing."
"Ah, is this the dreaded ex?" Owen teased.
"Owen, this is Timothee." you said, looking at each of them as you said your names. You felt awkward, as you had never been in this position before.
"You got a new boyfriend already?" Timmy asked spitefully.
"No," you rolled your eyes, "it's a first date. Don't act like you've remained pure and chaste since we broke up, Timmy."
He shrugged, "I have been."
You scoffed, "Okay, whatever."
"I have! I'm sorry for being a dick..."
"I don't care." you grumbled, "I'm on a date, can we not do this now? Or ever?"
"You're saying you never want to talk to me again?" he seemed genuinely hurt by the thought.
"Hey buddy, just fuck off, like she wants you to." Owen piped up.
You and Timmy both glared at him, "You don't have to talk to him like that. And I can take care of this myself, Owen, thank you."
Owen chuckled in annoyance, "Okay, well you can make pretty boy disappear while I'm in the bathroom. I'll be right back."
As your date left the table, you looked at your ex.
Timmy spoke up as soon as the other man was out of earshot. "What the hell are you doing going out with that guy? Seems like an asshole to me."
"Well, you just don't know him." you said.
"Oh, and you do?"
"Yeah." you lied. You could see the fury in Timmy's eyes and his nostrils flaring.
"Well, he should have better manners. He needs to treat you better."
"Timothee, how would you react if your date's ex-boyfriend popped in on you? I don't think you'd handle it well either."
"I would have some respect, or at least some common decency. Which Owen does not seem to have."
You put your hands up, "Okay, I'm tired of this conversation. I think you just need to leave before Owen comes back."
âYeah,â Timmy looked down, âyeah, Iâm sorry. Listen, this guy obviously cares more about his beer than you, so if you want, Iâll be waiting for you in my car outside. Iâd love it if you met me out there.â
âYou want me to ditch my date for you?â
He shrugged, âYeah, kinda.â he smirked. âEven if you donât, it was good to see you.â he smiled sweetly, giving you a nod before he walked away.
You watched Timmy leave, not even noticing Owen return to the table.
âThank God, heâs gone. What a douchebag.â he scoffed, grabbing his beer mug and taking a big swig of it.
âNo,â you countered, âheâs really not. Just cause heâs an ex doesnât make him an asshole.â
âOkay. Whatever.â he said, trying to seem unfazed, âWant another drink?â
"No, I don't think I do. I'm going to go. Thank you for the date, but I don't think this is going to go anywhere, Owen. Goodbye."
He laughed smugly, "Whatever, you're no fun anyway." He took another long gulp of his beer, not even looking in your direction.
You just rolled your eyes and walked out of the bar.
.......
Like a magnet, you were drawn to Timothee's car in the parking lot. You were curious about what he wanted from you. You missed him. You missed everything about your relationship: how safe and warm you felt with him.
You walked up seeing him nursing an orange Gatorade bottle. He was sitting in the car with the door open.
He heard your footsteps and looked up at you with a happy little grin. "Hey, I thought you weren't gonna come."
âYeah well, I guess you thought wrong.â you crossed your feet where you stood, "So, why did you want me to come here, Timothee?"
"Because I miss you, y/n, and I hated seeing you with that idiot in there."
"Oh, just jealousy then?" you crossed your arms.
"I mean, yeah." he stood up, "Youâre my girl, you have been since I met you. Nothing feels right without you, and I canât stand the thought of someone else having you.â You noticed his jawline twitched. His eyes were dark when he spoke.
âHmm, what are you gonna do about it?â
Timmyâs eyes widened some and his lips turned up into a grin. He nodded toward the car, âGet in.â
âŠâŠ
You both hopped into the back seat of his car, which was luckily a spacious full-size SUV. You were making out with him like you were a couple of wild animals in mating season.
âI was not expecting this to happen tonight.â he said with a chuckle as he took your face in his hand.
âMe neither. Iâve missed you so much, Timmy.â you said in a breathy pant.
âIâve missed you.â he said, leaning in to kiss your neck, âIâve missed your skin.â he moved to the other side of your neck, sucking there a moment. You felt his hands on your back, âAnd the way you feel in my arms.â He inhaled, and you knew he was taking in your perfume, like a dose of medicine to heal something inside of him, âIâve been dying without your scent,â then returning to kiss your mouth, he said, âand your lips.â He moaned into the kiss. âIâve missed everything. Itâs true, I havenât been with anyone else. Just working, and thinking about you, y/n.â
He was making you more needy by the syllable. You trembled with anticipation. You put your hands on either side of his head, combing the curls back with your fingers. You looked in his eyes, his pupils were overtaking his green irises. âI want you.â you said softly.
Timmy then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and you looked down to see his cock already hard for you and leaking with precum. You missed seeing it. His cock was perfect.
He sat back and you straddled his lap, pulling your panties to the side. You settled onto him, allowing his length to fill you up. âUhh.â you whimpered, closing your eyes as you felt the pressure inside you.
He wrapped his arms around you as you started to bob your hips up and down. âFuck yeah. Owen doesnât deserve this feeling. Itâs my privilege and mine alone.â
You grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his. You moved your hips faster and faster. The enclosed space of the car made your noises almost bounce off of each other and amplify.
"Mm, yes, fuck me, baby." Timmy cooed, pressing his hands onto your ass.
You let out a whimper, sloppily grinding against him. "Fuck, this is so good." you cried.
After a moment, he made you stop so he could lay you on your side. Your face was pressed onto the leather seat. Now with your bodies perpendicular, he entered you, holding onto your thigh.
"Ahhh." you moaned. The sensation was a little painful in this position at first. But the faster he fucked you, the more wet you became, and it was easier for him to slide in and out.
Within a few more minutes, Timmy leaned down onto your body, slipped his arm between your breasts and his hand clamped onto your shoulder. You were face-to-face, he was kissing your cheek, and you were both sweating. Your hair stuck to your neck because of the dampness.
"Owen will never get this feeling, not with my girl." He continued to slam his hips into your ass, with damp smacking sounds.
It was all so much, so intense, you were forced to come around his cock.
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â§Ë. â â· Call it what you want to, part three
[I'm having way too much fun with these, but i'm gonna try and make the next part the final. i'm so glad you guys are as obssessed as me. and all i can say is i'm sorry to the tom blyth girlies, believe me, i am one of you and i promise i'll make it up to you!]
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Timothee Chalamet is calling... My Daisy <3 [declined]
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the graham norton show has been a dream since you started acting, you'd hoped to one day make it on and know that if you did, you'd have officially made it.
not only were you on the show with timmy, but cher, julia roberts and tom hanks. to say you were shaking in your boots was an understatement. back stage you were jumping around after spending some time with the guests. that time had been spent mainly at timothee's side and laughing when appropriate, because you just couldn't believe you were there with them. timothee just laughed, trying to ease your nerves even if he to was scared. in the end, he bounced with you.
you sat on the end of the sofa, next to timothee as the guests ran down the other end.
'and some stars we have on the sofa, look at them at the end. world premier of wonka!' celebrated graham.
you and timmy nodded, thanking the applauses.
'but it wasn't just the world premier, you filmed it over here?' he asked.
'yea we made it in leavesden, very close to here, we shot it almost entirely in london and er- as i always say- i feel like an honorary brit now,' said timmy, glancing at you as he called himself a brit.
you bite back something between a grimace and a smile.
'it was about six of seven months,' he continued, 'it was absolutely joyous as an ignorant yankee.'
'you guys drive on the other side of the road,' joked tom hanks.
'and welcome, at the end there being very quiet,' said graham gesturing to you.
'yea, hi!' you grin, taking a sip of your drink as the audience laugh.
'you're from here, aren't you?'
'yes, british. but it was still really nice to film in london and bath for a lot of it.'
'i can imagine and because, is it right, you were filming for the hunger games whilst you were filming wonka?' he asked. a picture of your poster for the hunger games flashed on the screen and timmy led the applause, whooping.
his attention was only focused on you. his eyes watching every movement, his lips curling up, arm around the back of the sofa.
'thank you, thank you. immediately after filming wonka i got a plane to poland to start filming for the hunger games, yea. literally still in costume for wonka on the plane, i-i got some looks.'
the crowd laugh.
'let's talk about that, hunger games, number one movie!' graham celebrated as everyone clapped.
'thank you, thank you- there we are,' you smile at the picture of tom and you in your characters in the zoo scene. you chose not to notice of timothee shifted around and coughed at the picture.
'and, is it true you did your own singing in that?'
'yes, well i do in wonka too, but for the hunger games it was live. you know, i play this character lucy-grey who's part of this covey band and they all sing so i did it all live on set. then recorded it for the soundtrack separately. this is boring to explain, but-' you said, laughing and fiddling with your rings nervously.
'she's fantastic in the movie,' said timothee, putting his attention on graham and his hand on yours to stop the fiddling. 'i remember working with her in wonka, it was just so much fun, she brings a sort of ... breath of fresh air into it, even though it's a light-hearted comedy, she still makes that difference. and i saw the hunger games, its so cool to be able to see her in an element that i'm not familiar with. but i can still see how she plays the role and how she plays it in such her own and charismatic way.'
you turn your head down, blushing as the crowd clap and as timothee rubs your back. he made it impossible to keep it cool, and on live tv.
'and she sang the songs so good in wonka!' he continued. you tried to get him to stop, but he went on. 'on our table read, she was singing the songs there with our music producer, james taylor, and even then she was singing her parts, our co-stars parts, my parts.'
'ok, shush, shush,' you put your hand over timothees mouth.
'you know what, i saw the new hunger games movie,' said tom hanks, breaking in between you. 'and i have to say, you were the best part of the movie.'
your jaw almost dropped. 'oh woah, thank you, thank you mr tom hanks,' you clasp your hands together, thanking him. 'woah, woody just complimented me, that means so much to me.'
the rest of the interview went on, talking about cher's music, pretty women and listen to tom hanks talk about space and science. sometimes, when timmy would take a drink, he'd bring you yours, offering it to you in a sweet move.
it went on to talk about timothee going to play the iconic bob dylan in a movie, so it was your turn to watch in admiration, eyes sparkling with it.
'no i haven't met him, i'd love to meet him but you know, i don't want to put any pressure on him in any way. but er- we just saw him live,' he said, gesturing to you as you nod, holding onto your drink, 'three weeks ago, in new york. sold out, kings theatre. it was brilliant, it was magical. they bag your phone on the way in, obliges you to be present, as hard as that may be,' he said again, glancing to you. because how could he ever be present when standing next to you?
a picture showed of bob dylan with sonny and cher.
'i can see it, there is a passing resemblance,' says graham.
'thank you, that is the biggest compliment. my god, i'm blown away,' he leant back on the sofa, arm brushing yours. 'this whole talk show has been like a trip.'
everyone laughed at that, tom hanks playing along.
'but cher, you're going to be played by someone soon,' prompted graham.
'please say it's me,' said julia roberts.
'well-' graham gestured down to you.
you laugh and sheepishly hold up your hand. 'i'll do it, i'm currently un-employed.
cher looked down at you, 'we've cast nobody, babe.'
'you have now,' you shrug. the audience laugh.
finally, you guys talked about wonka, leading timothee- the leading man- to talk about it.
'you sing and dance in it, don't forget that,' you nudge him.
timothee blushes, nodding. somehow the two of you had snuggled up on the sofa, pushed to the end and bodies pressed close together. 'it's blasphemy to say that on a sofa with cher!'
'no, i saw you on saturday night live, you were great. and you danced and you did that hot-guys, or cool-guys or something like that,' said cher.
the audience clap and you laugh loudly, remembering his saturday night live. you'd been in the audience, having done press for the hunger games. it was the best night.
'baby face!' you cheer.
'i can't believe you watched that,' said timmy to cher.
'do you want to re-fresh us?' invited julia.
the crowd whoop and laugh as you clap along.
'you sing it with me?' asked timmy, looking over at you.
'absolutely not, this is all you babe,' you pat him on the back as he leans forward and re-counts the song. you nod your head along with, mouthing the words and clapping, pretending to bow when he was finished. timmy laughed and held onto you.
'you two do seem very close down there,' said graham.
for a moment, you two pause and there's quiet. before you guys realise he's talking about the fact everyone on the sofa had shuffled down so that you were on the edge.
'timmy's magnetic field,' you say, rubbing his shoulders.
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Tim Drake Pride Thoughts Part 2
Link to Part 1 for those interested
I love Timâs internal monologue and how itâs visualized on the page. The way heâs in the Robin costume even though heâs not actually and then it fades away.
Gosh his identity issues. His need to save people and self destructive tendencies. I love him.
Then Tim beats the crap out of the unsuspecting cultist and steals their stuff like a boss but it wasnât shown we just cut to the cult after the reveal of the multiple âchaos godsâ
I love that he says what would Batman do like itâs what would Jesus do. He even acronynmed it earlier. I used to have those bracelets.
Timâs always trying to fill a role and thatâs so fascinating. Robin was just a role that needed filling that he just happened to be able to do but now that thereâs another person in that spot heâs trying to emulate Batman since heâs working alone and Batmanâs his idol.
Oh also the fact that it was Bernard who was about to be sacrificed is interesting. Like heâs one of the most recent kidnappings so itâs interesting that theyâd choose him
Also the fact that Tim is taking the Tim to judge them when his friend/crush is literally about to be sacrificed. Canât stop being a hater I guess.
Love that Bernard is a fanboy just like Tim was.
Also Timâs little gay panic there. He holds a boys hand and is immediately like âIs it supposed to be this warm?â
Love how Bernard immediately notices that Timâs acting different it could be due to his Robin obsession but I also just think itâs cool how easily he understands him.
Bernard really just almost got sacrificed and pops up ready to fight. Heâs probably been waiting to fight alongside Robin for a long time since he is a fanboy
Oh Timmy Batman isnât alone and you donât have to be either. You have the Batfam. I find it silly that this idea is coming from Mr. âBatman needs a robinâ himself.
Though perhaps he doesnât mean physically alone. Because the Batfam isnât keen to share their problems. They tend to try to be islands. Each individually dealing with their issues and hurts rather than opening up and leaning on eachother. Theyâve learned their poor emotional communication from the best.
Close enough welcome back Arthur Pendragon!
I have talked to friends and I have confirmed that Iâm not the only one who thinks that first panel looks like Arthur (Come to think of it Tim looks kind of like Merlin too. Reincarnation au?)
Anyways I promise I had an actual thought regarding this interaction too. I love how Bernard is telling his crush to tell his crush that he wished theyâd finished their date. Tim is just internalizing this and probably with that last word realizing what they could be.
Like I said Timâs having realizations.
Also I just love this page layout. The different sizes and shapes to represent the chaotic-ness of a fight. Bernard being the focus of the biggest moment to visually show the lightbulb moment and Timâs fixation of him. Both of them just being flashes of certain moments almost like weâre Tim or Bernard glancing at the other to see what their doing. Ahhh! I love it!
More Tim tech lingo! I love the focus on Tim being Techie and how that can cause him to think differently like heâs also just a computer with simple problems to fix. His realization that heâs different. That sure he didnât realize he was Bi before but that doesnât mean he wasnât
I know that the whole Batfam not choosing being vigilantes is a thinly veiled metaphor for Timâs being queer (which is kind of funny because I feel like that almost implies that the rest of the Batfam is queer or maybe itâs just the inherent queer subtext of hidden identities), but also I do think that the police has a point in them not really choosing the vigilante life I mean sure they theoretically could have not been vigilantes, but itâs just a fundamental part of who they are so even if the law tells them not to theyâre not going to turn back now. I donât think any of them at the beginning could have seen the pain and problems that they did and not tried to fix it.
Also the I want over Bernard and how the next page is going to be him.
And thatâs the adorable conclusion. I love them! The way their figuring it out together! Theyâre both new to this. I love when couples donât have to have it figured out. Thereâs no one right way to have a relationship
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