#SKSKSKSK this moment is so funny to me

[picnokinesis]

Some art of the Master from chapter 3 of my fanfic, Disarmed, which I just posted on ao3! I feel like I could give context for this but all you need to know is, yes, he did bite someone. This chapter was super hard to write but I genuinely worked my way towards this moment in the story because I was looking forward to it so much, it was just SO funny to me.

[olasketches]

So the fight is really over...my glorious four armed giant spider is gone. Yuji really was foreshadowing about the slime thingy heh. I'm so happy to see the trio back and together again like you tell me this a year ago this is what was going to happen and I'd just give you a maniacal laugh. But I still don't know how to feel about Sukuna's end like we all knew he was going to die and in perspective it does feels satisfying. Sukuna being ripped apart from Megumi and his little convo with Megumi...yeah dude really is walking contradiction. Always saying he's living to die but actually doesn't want to die. Indirectly answering Kashimo's question. But his end just seems...eh? Like at first Kenjaku's end seemed like that to me too but it made sense later on. Kenjaku came in silence and went like that but Sukuna he was never like Kenjaku or Mahito so his ending being parallel to Mahito didn't really sit right with me and i actually wanted him to get anything but a glorious death but this feels...stale somehow? Idk he's still the same untrue to himself. Wish we could get more of his thought process. Or maybe this was it to show Sukuna's denial became his defeat. I just hoped for more emotionally charged defeat of his..but it's GeGe story I'm happy they're telling it like they want to.

Also Uraume and Hakari was funny too they fought all this time bonded, praised and just dipped. Makes me think if they had a binding vow with Sukuna too? Sorry for all the yap and incoherence. I'm just feeling underwhelmed? Overwhelmed? what are your thoughts regarding this chapter and Suku's end?

"my glorious four armed giant spider is gone" took me out sksksksk he's really just a bug when you think about it lol.

anyway thank you for sending me your ask. I really liked reading your thoughts and how you called suku out for being contradictory and a hypocrite till the very end AS YOU SHOULD THANK YOU!! honestly, this fact alone makes the whole chapter all the more special to me but on this in a sec cause I'm guessing the reaction to his demise is quite... well I guess ppl are not really happy with it..??? I mean some of them probably are and by "some" I mean *cough, cough* the haters *cough, cough* but well... I wouldn't know cause ONE I'm actually (and maybe surprisingly) super pleased and satisfied with this chapter and TWO, I didn't go and check others reaction to it lol I'm planning to keep it that way for now. I'm really not a big fan of twt fandoms spaces in fact I can't stand them... too much negativity and toxicity *shudders*.

so my thoughts... to put it simply, I loved it more than loved it actually. and yeah yeah sure he turned into a slimy lil bug which probably put many people off but hey let's not forget sukuna was basically like a parasite possessing megumi's body, so it makes sense that once peeled off only curse-like residues would remain... but I can understand why some stans didn't like that part. I personally found funny but that's just me lol.

and yeah the final seemed quite underwhelming, but I think that's what makes it so good. I didn't want sukuna's death to be the most interesting thing about his character and well it's not. rather than having a big an "after life" moment like jogo, gojo or kashimo, he spent his last moments with the only person who cared about the human sukuna so stubbornly tried to burry inside him.

I actually found his conclusion to be quite beautiful and moving, cause instead of being looked down upon by yuuji as many stans thought would be the case, he was offered something else entirely. something no one ever gave him - kindness and love. yes, I'm using the "L" word here cause in the end that's what it was... yuuji showed sukuna the true value of love. he accepted him and ask him to live with him despite everything sukuna has put him through. despite all the chaos chaos and distraction he caused him, yuuji still accepted him. he not only showed sukuna genuine empathy and compassion but also recognised that sukuna is really... just like him. when yuuji looked into (blop) sukuna's eyes (my beloved) he could only see himself. he realised that under different circumstances, he could've turned out like sukuna if he didn't have his grandpa by his side. he realised that if he could have turned out like sukuna then sukuna could've turned out like him too, that if only sukuna had someone who loved him and guided him and accepted him, he most likely wouldn't have turned into a curse, which is another thing I loved and cry about in this chapter.

sukuna only saw himself as a curse :")). he acknowledged yuuji and finally called him by his full name but in the end he still only think of himself as a "curse" not as human, not even as a god or king of curses but only a curse :")).

the reason why I loved just how "underwhelming" his death felt like is because instead of framing and defining his entire character by his his final moments, gege made the rest of his moments in the manga stand out EVEN MORE. instead of having a moment of reflection and introspection in this chapter as well as in chapter 265 or 266... and oh well entire shinjiku showdown basically, his character started to trip and reveal just how contradictory he is. sukuna claimed he was satisfied with his life and doesn't care about dying, he also claimed he doesn't care about ideals and even despised them, he also claimed he doesn't feel anything and he doesn't need others to satisfy him and then you have all those small moments when you realise "wait, that is not right" and you look back and rethink everything. sukuna does feel and he NEEDS others to satisfy him, cause that's what his entire "philosophy" hinges on.

"Every human has a unique and fleeting taste... which makes devouring them a perfect way to pass time until death"

he DID get excited when maki became the first person to ever give him a role

This is a first. You're the only one who ever forced a role upon me. (while grinning like a maniac)

and then megumi lied his bs out in the open and revealed that sukuna was afraid of death too, despite believing otherwise

Even something like you fears death...

this only goes to show that sukuna convinced himself (and many other readers) that he is not human, that he is above that, that he doesn't care about the things they do... but if even "something like him" feared death, got excited to be given a role, praised and encouraged others for their talents and skills and connected to them in one way another only to "pass time" or knew about flowers and caught a crayfish then that means... he must be human too.

and even if sukuna and the rest of the world couldn't and didn't want to accept that, there was one person who did. someone sukuna hurt the most, someone who saw him at his worst and at his weakest. someone who in the end still decided to show him love, because he belived sukuna is still worthy of love, despite everyone and maybe even sukuna himself, believing that he no longer is worthy of such thing.

"Even if no one else will accept you... I'll live with you" "Itadori Yuuji... don't underestimate me. I'm... a "curse"!

[himbo-in-limbo]

"Your true colors"

[pretty sure this idea has been done before but I wanna give it a shot sksksksk]

You and your yautja mate were visiting a tech savvy friend who had called you unexpectedly this morning.

(3am to be exact) your mate wasn't to pleased about this since it ruined your perfect sleep together.

But they had called you in for good reason! You see your tech savvy friend has been working alongside other yautja technicians and together they have developed a new vision setting capable of giving yautja partners "ooman vision!!"

Since your friends with the techs you two were given first rights to test it!

Your yautja mate clicks in hesitation to being set up as a guinea pig...but for the chance to see the world through your eyes??? Worth any risk.

Since the bio mask feature is in its testing phase it still has a lot of wires connected to it and after proper application...your mate looked like the inside of a computer monitor (you couldn't help but snicker a little as to how funny they looked)

Tech: Systems running.... synchronizing bio helms infrared settings to the new update...and we should be clear! How's it looking [insert yautja mates name] ???

Tech: can you see us???

Your mate takes a moment to focus their eyes to the new flash of colors...a bit more irritating since they never had to perceive this much detail before.

Soon enough they were taking in the view of the room they were in and started to look down at themselves, realizing this is how their skin color looked to you.

You couldn't contain your excitement and proceeded to rush your way to them! "How do you like it love?!"

They turned their heads to you immediately and they got up so fast the tech almost got yanked to the floor while carrying the wires that were attached to the mask 🤭

Tech: WOAH EASY THERE!! these wires are delicate!!!

Your mate grabbed your arms and all you could hear were cute purrs mixed in with happy clicks! "Your...colors!!"...their so... beautiful!!!

You couldn't help but get a bit teary eyed at their tender expression (even if they were wearing a mask)

The way they tilted their head, the way they began to coo at you and marvel at your unique beauty...

They gently cupped your face and took their time to take in all the details they couldn't see on you before!!

(oh my how they wish they could see more of you in a private setting...)

You melted into their touch and showed them any tattoos or markings you had so they could see it how it was meant to be seen! Afterwards you heard the tech drag something into the room.

Tech: figured you'd like to get a good look at yourself in full view! (They've brought in a large mirror)

You pulled your mate closer towards the mirror, "I'm so happy you can finally see all of your pretty skin patterns the way I've always been able too [insert mates name] ♥️"

Tech: I'm confident that I can get this finalized and installed permanently since testing has gone so much better than I hoped for, so this won't be the last time you'll get to see like this!

You thanked your friend for this amazing opportunity, and you turned back to your mate and the two of you continued to look at yourselves (well you were mostly looking at your mates reaction)

They were staring at you as well, (you were starting to blush a bit) Do you...like how I look?

Your mate turned to face you, "My ooman....you were appealing to me even in the darkest shades of red and black..."

"Your true colors are even more breath taking than before..♥️"

[yostresswritinggirl]

i heard we're talking about voicelines...? in that case, allow me to brainrot a little about possible voicelines for heart!reader

for cyno, his "in general" voiceline would probably be about how he goes on about how much they mean to him and rambles while the traveler just looks at him funny (like "damn this dude is in LOVE")

another one would be when he encounters danger like even thunder perhaps and goes "i hope they're okay rn" or "dw i have experience with this" sjskwkzkkeksm

(this is leaning more towards crack than serious bc i don't have the energy to think properly rn)

tighnari would be "oh? you speak of y/n? they've spent a portion of time before here in gandharva ville. they were a top student of their darshan by the time they graduated, so they have their smarts. though it would be great if they would use those smarts to avoid reckless actions..."

for collei she would talk about how they're someone with a good heart, despite their outward expression may be like they're uninterested. but she continues on saying how she feels like they have some sort of "desperation" going on with them and how it kinda reminded her of her old self (this particular one is pre-2.0)

these voicelines are basically poking fun at reader if you look closely they're such a loser (affectionately)

-cyno lovebot anon

Cyno lovebot anon and Bloom anon be like alchemy, equivalent exchange on brainrots, it's like I have two aranaras on each side of my shoulders feeding me with ideas

Since I'm extra and aiming for the "voiceline master" title, here's my interpretations and adjustments to your ideas <3

(This ask is related to the aftermath of a published story called What The Heart Offers, spoilers ahead if you haven't read it yet)

Heart!Cyno: About Reader

I have heard of similar dilemmas like this before that have been solved by (Y/N), have you tried talking to them? Even with my credentials, their second opinion will always shine a light on a new perspective. It is this consistency that had made every conversation with them worth it, I would not trade those moments for the world... *clears throat* I apologize, I think I let my mouth run for too long.

When It Rains... (after reconciliation)

*whispering to himself* They're not in danger, are they?... Good, that's good.¹

Heart!Tighnari: About Reader

(Y/N)? What's wrong, what happened-? Oh, you were just asking about them. Ahah, please excuse my behavior, it's habit now that whenever their name is mentioned, it usually spells trouble.

Actually, now that I think about it... When's the last time you've seen them?

Heart!Collei: About Reader (before incident 2.0)

I know you might think of them as unapproachable, but I believe they're just in need of company and good friends! They kind of... remind me of myself from the past, perhaps that's why I want to sincerely understand them. I just hope they find what they've been looking for.

You're right they kinda are like a loser omfg ahahahshdgsjw the slander sksksksk here's my rendition I hope you like how they look more loser on this one hahahahaha

Collei about Tighnari and Reader: they may look like bitches but I swear they're good people, you just gotta look twice!!

¹Cyno is talking to the spirit inside of him in this dialogue.

[robo-writing]

joshua is so funny bc if ur in good condition he’s like omg no i need a crafty scenario to kiss u….. i am a gentleman who kisses you in astrologically divined moments that are so smooth and natural and romantic

but if you’re sick and dying of the plague he’s like actually i am kissing u and u can’t stop it. and then he’s got the plague and is like no crafty scenarios if u don’t kiss me this condition will be fatal.

He’s such a fucking drama queen it’s ridiculous SKSKSKSK

[theinfinitedivides]

your tags on the post about the radfemwol had me in STITCHES u are so funny. u are also RIGHT

the tags in question for the uninformed:

like you don't understand tho. i have Ring Ding Dong playing in my headset at the moment and if Jjong even heard the word come out of her mouth he'd miss that opening high note for BABYYYYYYY. f*cking stop the song during a live performance just to give her a middle finger. (then again maybe not he'd hit it AND give her the middle finger to prove a point) if bisexual gremlin!Taemin switched roles with his dream girlfriend and ran her over with his car i wouldn't even blink twice. Kibum has the knife he's ready to use it Onew is actively questioning your sanity flaming charisma!Minho will set your ass on fire etc etc

also, a gift for said radfemwol. it's Shinee she should enjoy it sksksksk

[star-mum]

Hello darlings 💘 welcome back into my dark little batcave, for more delicious (I'd say delightful but I'll probably ugly cry during this so 🤷🏻‍♀️) Titans Content 💚❤️

“I have to believe that this dude we fought alongside - my friend - he’s not all bad.”  goat line to start with, this is THE jaygar moment

"Jason needed to come home" *inhuman screeching*

" Dick kept telling that it would be okay - that he just had to believe in himself, blah blah" KSKSKSKKSS THAT EXACTLY WHAT HE SOUNDS LIKE TO ME !!!! ALL THE TIME !!!!

"the typical leader speech jargon that he used to convince people to do dangerous things" GET HIS AAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS

"‘nerd shirts’ with logos that he had no clue about the meaning behind, and band tees with logos for bands that he couldn’t stand the loud, angry music of" *screaming crying throwing up* me when the Opposites Attract

"Moment when he prayed that he would never see Jason again - because he never wanted the blood in his mouth to belong to Jason" sunny i am outside your house 🔪

"but Gar never truly felt like he was living on the same earth where Jason was not" also because not getting to see Jason (even if it was a closed casket service) makes it so much harder to comprehend he's gone

"Jason’s eyes flickered down and locked on Gar’s chest, or rather - fixated on his shirt" ... he can focus on two things at once

"It was almost like he could smell the fatal yearning coming off Gar" I SURELY CAN

"All that glee was slashed when he caught Jason in his old bedroom, packing a bag" 🔪 sunny I am outside DC headquarters (Im assuming this is also what he did in canon)

"but Gar would have run away with him. Jason didn’t have to be sentenced to solitude" if no canon in the world gets me, I know Sunny's Canon got me

I've been listening to the Titular Bitchlar song on loop this whole time by the way and YEEAAAAAHHHH THAT'S PRINCE BABYYYYY !!!! i love 80s music so much, it has such a distinct energy to it, and it's SO GOOD with the fic Obviously

"He knew Gar cared about him. Of course he did. But that was why he had to run. He couldn’t let Gar risk his place with the Titans for a murderous piece of shit like himself" I am clinking both of your head together like your my childhood lesbian barbie dolls

"he couldn’t fully blame Jason for Hank’s death. He knew that it was all a part of Crane’s plan. He knew that Jason was sorry" i know Gar is Extremely Biased and YES Crane was to the definition of the word Grooming Jason to do all his fucked deals but the way this is worded ia so fucking funny to me KSKSKSK like Jason is a misbehaving puppy and who chewed furniture "i know he blew up our mutual friend but he said he's sorry, look at him, he's just a little guy"

"And there had been something more there (something more between Dawn, and Hank, and Dick)" YESSSSSSS !!!!! THE DICKxDAWNxHANK TRUTHER !!!!!!!

" - Jason slipped a tee shirt over his head, and Gar couldn’t ignore the glaring shade of green" :3 nice

"He gripped the hem of the green shirt and didn’t hesitate to yank it up over Jason’s head" : O nooooooo "You can’t just take everything that belongs to me" WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCCKKKKKK

"You’re a fucking hypocrite. This is mine" 🫣 is it safe to come out now ? PLEASE I HURT

"If he had been a fly on the wall, perhaps he would have bowed at Gar’s feet, thanking him" and hey since you're down on your knees alrea-- *gunshots*

"Get your fuckin’ pants off. I know you’re not shy about stripping down, ya damn nudist" KSKKSKSKKSS this is the man I've chosen to love (he's not wrong tho)

"And if Gar wasn't mistaken Jason’s cock was bigger?" funniest effect the resurrection could've had honestly

It made a bit more sense when Jason frantically unzipped his would-be getaway bag - Lube" who do you fuck in the city when I'm not there? 🤨 YOU DON'T NEED THAT LEAVE IT AT THE MANOR, YOU WHORE"

"He almost added on: ‘I was thinking about you when I did it" good thing you didn't tho, cause that would've put Gar outta comission sksksksksk

Usually he was a motormouth during sex. was spitting out ‘fuckboy’-esque promises" cheers to that 🥂

"Missed this dick" is it tmi if I say this kinda shit absolutely destroys me, body and soul? "missed this dick/pussy" and I'm in the astral plane

"This was coming home" ✨💫

"Gar would give him all of those things, and he fucking will - but he couldn’t concentrate on that and delivering a quality fuck at the same time" KSKSKSKSK in it goes another one into the jar for lines that are comedic for no reason other than Fun 🩷✨

"Cum on my cock. Show me how much you missed me" ... i guess we have a tmi jar now 😌

"There was still so much worry plaguing him" sit your ass down

"a particular part of his brain nagging at him - telling him that technically, he was still single. He shouldn’t get so attached to Gar anyway, because it would only hurt them both later on" just saving this... for no reason (this section of season 2 is always fucks me up when thinking of the on going self insert, it's good to be able to pick at their brains like this 👀)

"“I’ll come with you.” He said instead. “Hot shower sounds nice right about now" 😮😮😮😮😮 DAAAAAAAAMMNNNN ALRIGHT ALRIGHT

"So this surrender didn’t feel like a stain on his record - didn’t feel too much like giving up, after all" 🥺 i like them a normal amount (😩 waaaaaahhhh)

When Doves Cry

Jason Todd x Gar Logan

How can you just leave me standing - alone in a world that’s so cold?  So cold.  Why do we scream at each other?  This is what it sounds like: When Doves Cry.

This fic is dedicated to a husband who has never given up on me. 

Love is infinite, patient, and always welcomes you home.

Summary:

At Dick's insistence, Jason comes back to Wayne Manor to help the Titans end Crane's deadly plan. Jason doesn't want redemption or forgiveness - he's done believing that he's worthy of those. Once Crane is back at Arkham where he belongs, Jason plans to disappear, never to be heard from again.

But Gar - someone who never stopped loving Jason and never stopped believing in his goodness - has other plans.

Jason Todd x Gar Logan. Friends to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Smut and Emotional Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 13.

Word Count: 11,100

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this is a character x character fic - no reader character here; this is M/M; emotional angst - Jason's self deprecating inner monologue; Jason being emotionally constipated; mentions of Jason's past trauma - including being kidnapped by Deathstroke, and his canon suicide attempt; canon level violence (mentions of guns/gun violence, mentions of killing/mentions of Jason killing people); mentions of Jason's death and resurrection; mentions of Gar mourning Jason's death; mentions of Gar's canon trauma - being forced to murder people while under Cadmus' mind control, having brain surgery performed on him to achieve that mind control; implications of Dick/Hank/Dawn being in a poly relationship because I literally cannot help myself; mentions of Jason being injured from the confrontation that goes down at Wayne Manor in 3x13 (which is canon) - the injuries are vaguely described as 'bumps and bruises'; mentions of Jason's substance abuse - including the Anti-Fear Gas (which yes, even though it's fictional, is still substance abuse), alcohol, and implications toward other unnamed drugs; there is mentions of Jason/Rose - but in this version of things, their interactions were one single kiss and Jason never had any true feelings for her; because of his attraction to Rose - Jason is very much bisexual in this, and though it's not mentioned that Gar has been with a woman (or anyone aside from Jason lmao) - I always headcanon him as bi and write him as bi just so you know; mentions of Gar and Jason having a previous sexual relationship during their time living together at Titans Tower (but that relationship was purely sexual and not romantic); implications that The Pit changed Jason's body somewhat, including making his dick bigger; smut - M/M smut; biting/marking kink (from Gar toward Jason) - at one point, Gar bites down hard enough to draw blood; wet ?? humping/grinding; mentions of Jason and Gar masturbating; passing mention of sex toys (a dildo); anal sex with lots of (real!!!) lube; unprotected sex - they don't use a condom (but there is no mention of STDs and technically they are monogamous even if they didn't discuss it, but irl you should always use one!! don't be like them); Jason bottoming while Gar tops; scent kink - Gar and Jason both really like the way that the other person smells; Jason is a power bottom at first and then becomes more submissive; Gar is very possessive/animalistic during sex; some dirty talk; emotional/passionate sex; creampie kink - Gar cums inside of Jason and they both really like it; a warning for literally licking wounds - Gar licks a cut on Jason's forehead that he has from the fight (this IS NOT blood kink - it's about him caring for Jason because his animal instincts are telling him licking the wound will make it better/soothe it) (btw I am not shaming those with a blood kink, I have written blood kink before and I love it - I just wanted to clarify the tone of the moment); this fic does have a happy ending if that makes you more motivated to read it. I believe that is actually, finally it.

A/N: In case it's not already clearly labelled - there is no reader character in this fic! It is very different from what I usually write, but I felt very inspired and the request that @nctzenkane gave me was just too good not to write. Jason and Gar have so much chemistry in the show, they are such an obvious ship, and they never even got to say goodbye to each other. (The writers make it so convenient that Gar is just not in the room during Jason's pivotal moments - sigh.) Anyway - I love JayGar as a ship and I feel like this fic sums up everything I love about them, as well as giving them the ending they should have gotten. They should have ended up together and Jason should have gotten forgiveness from the Titans family. I hope you guys enjoy this fic even though it's not like my typical stuff, and if you sit this one out - please know that this one did wonders for my creative flow as a writer, and I will be back with more amazing things later. Also, I know that this fic is gonna make my Top Ten Favourite Fics of the year when I make that list for 2024. I was not at all expecting to write this fic but I absolutely love it so much omg. Also - even though I started my taglist a little while ago, I decided not to use the taglist for this particular fic because it's so different from my usual stuff. But the taglist will be used for all upcoming fics.

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“I have to believe that this dude we fought alongside - my friend - he’s not all bad.” 

Gar purposefully put emphasis on those two words, trying his hardest to remind Dick of what Jason was to them. At least, what he should be. A friend. Even if Dick wanted to deny it, Jason had been a Titan once. He had been part of their family. Even if Gar was the only one who still remembered that; even if he was the only one who still remembered Jason’s good side. Even if Gar was the only one who had ever truly loved him - the others needed to remember what being a part of that family meant, and what their obligations were to Jason because of it. 

No matter what Dick claimed, Jason hadn’t turned into some evil villain overnight. He had his own reasons for what he was doing, and that meant he could be reasoned with. (Gar knew that it was difficult to reason with Jason - but he knew it could be done.) 

Dick’s silence was deafening. Maybe he didn’t want to tell his tender-hearted friend what he really thought of Jason now; those tiny streaks of things that he had been secretly thinking for a long time. Or perhaps - Gar was really getting through to him. 

Jason needed to come home. Despite what everyone else believed: he could be saved. 

… 

All of it was Dick’s idea. Gar still wasn’t even entirely clear on half of it, but the bulk of it involved using his newly acquired - still very undeveloped - ability of turning into a bat so that he could fly up to Jason’s unlocked bedroom window and breach the house’s security system undetected. 

No matter how much Gar stressed the fact that he can’t fly, Dick kept telling that it would be okay - that he just had to believe in himself, blah blah. The typical leader speech jargon that he used to convince people to do dangerous things. Gar felt like he shouldn’t have been so easily convinced, but he knew that a lot was on the line - he knew that Crane needed to be stopped. So he put aside sense and transformed, and flew off toward the window even though he barely knew how to control himself in this state. 

He was so damn dizzy when he landed. He could taste vomit swelling up inside his mouth and he forcefully pushed it back down. The world was spinning around him in an utterly cruel way and he could barely comprehend anything - he was naked and he needed clothes, so grabbing Jason’s shirt off the floor was nothing but pure instinct. The smell of Jason’s stupid strong cologne - so entrenched in the bedroom’s walls, mixed with the natural musk of sweat in the bedsheets - it should have made Gar even more dizzy and nauseous, but instead, it grounded him. It made him feel safe. 

Dig, if you will, the picture of you and I engaged in a kiss. The sweat of your body covers me.  Can you, my darling - can you picture this?

It was one of the only things that gave him a true, firm center while the world was spinning so damn hard, still undulating under his hands and knees while he dug his fingers into the expensive carpet, gritting his teeth with how much he absolutely hated the sensation. 

Gar and Jason have always been the same size. 

It was something they found out days into living together at Titans Tower, when Jason got out of bed and put on one of Gar’s favorite hoodies without a word. He never apologized for getting milk chocolate on it and letting it stain. From that point on, their wardrobe easily blended into one. Jason wore ‘nerd shirts’ with logos that he had no clue about the meaning behind, and Gar found himself wearing more black and more band tees with logos for bands that he couldn’t stand the loud, angry music of. 

After Dick had confessed everything that had happened with Jericho, Jason pulled away on the screeching tires of his motorcycle, and ended up taking some of Gar’s clothes with him. This left Gar with the pain of accidentally pulling something out of his drawer that still smelled like Jason - sleeping in sheets that definitely still reeked of that strong cologne. In fact, Gar had been wearing one of Jason’s black hoodies on the night that Cadmus had stormed the Tower - on the night his life had forever changed. 

In the present, when Gar left Jason’s room dressed head to toe in Jason’s clothes, it felt natural. It felt natural to be surrounded by that scent. It gave a certain kind of unconscious comfort to his overwhelmed instincts during such a chaotic time. It wasn’t even something he had put that much thought into. Instead, he was far more focused on using the remote Dick had instructed him to grab in order to disarm the alarm system - a task he was incredibly worried about getting right. 

With Dick in his ear giving him instructions to defuse the alarm, even with the terrible itch of anxiety creeping down his neck - he felt a certain sense of safety from being wrapped in Jason’s clothes. Even when the sound of gunfire came from down the hall - something that nearly paralyzed him with fear, part of him still foolishly felt bulletproof because of that familiar shirt on his back. 

When he rounded the corner, the first thing that truly made him freeze up during all of this was actually seeing Jason for the first time in so long. 

It was a true shock to his system. 

After all the talk of Jason - a death that he barely had time to mourn, so heavy in his heart and barely processed by his mind. After finding out that the person behind Red Hood’s mask had once been his best friend, somehow stolen from the morgue and woken up from what should have been a permanent sleep due to the treacherous waters of the Lazarus Pit. After spending all that time talking Dick’s ear off, trying to convince him to let Jason come home, where he truly belonged; after feeling so damn fruitless in doing so. After tracking down Molly, trying to stand united with one of Jason’s last true friends in an effort not to see him hurt. 

After all of that, everything Gar had been through over the past few weeks, actually seeing Jason in front of him - it was like having ice water poured down his back. 

He froze up standing there, and he knew that the expression on his face must have been that of dumbstruck delirium. 

He hadn’t expected their reunion to be anything like this. 

When Jason had first stormed out of Titans Tower, Gar had imagined that he would come back. Even after he had screamed at the top of his lungs, telling Dick to fuck off, and followed that up by screaming at Rose not to touch him when she had tried to grab his arm in some poor attempt at ‘comfort’, daring anybody else not to follow him - Gar had thought that it would be only a matter of hours before Jason came back. 

At the time, he had texted Jason after everyone else scrambled out like cockroaches fleeing from the light, and he had told Jason that it was safe to come back because they would be alone together (save for Conner’s unconscious body). He had expected that statement alone would cause Jason to eagerly come running back. 

He thought that it would be a predictable reunion. 

Jason would come back puffy-eyed and stinking of booze, stumbling, furiously denying that he had even been upset, saying that he would never let Dick Grayson get under his skin. Slurring his words while also denying that he had been drinking and driving his bike - because he didn’t want Gar to ‘narc’ on him about it. 

Gar would put him in the shower and douse him in cold water to sober him up while trying not to scold him about the potential of crashing the stupid speeding death machine due to being drunk. They would go to bed together and Jason would fall asleep holding onto him for dear life. And he would still make Jason the best hangover breakfast that vegan soy substitutes can offer (and Jason would complain about Gar not cooking with ‘real’ bacon, but he would still clean his plate). And Jason would sneak a kiss over the sudsy dish water that would turn into soapy grab-ass, and he would have wanted to fuck Gar across the kitchen counter just because nobody else was around to complain about it. 

(Maybe that last part was just a fantasy Gar cooked up with his hand on his cock in his bed at the Tower when he was missing Jason a bit too much. But still, it felt like something Jason would do.) 

When the days passed and Jason still hadn’t responded to him - still hadn’t come home, Gar tried to deny that he missed the mouthy asshole. He tried to weed those shirts out of his laundry so that he could stop being constantly reminded of Jason. He tried to keep his crying limited to the shower, or muffled into his pillow at night. 

And then, he didn’t have to worry as much about that stuff, because he got distracted and busy when Conner woke up. Introducing the clone to the world, teaching him to be a Titan. 

When he got his brain scrambled, between the taste of blood in his mouth and the distant sound of a done drill - memories of Jason flickered in front of him, and when he was present enough in reality, he knew that Jason running far away was a good thing. It meant that Gar couldn’t hurt someone like him. Someone he loved who didn’t have any meta powers to defend himself - someone who was only flesh and bone with no way to defend against a six hundred pound uncontrollable tiger pouncing on him. 

There were moments of mental clarity, tiny little moments when Mercy wasn’t humming in his ear. Moment when he prayed that he would never see Jason again - because he never wanted the blood in his mouth to belong to Jason. 

After Rachel helped him gain back control, he still wondered if he was capable of hurting Jason, even by mistake. He was almost glad when Jason rode away from Donna’s funeral in the opposite direction. (Almost.) Because that feeling of missing him came back harder than ever days after the funeral, when the dust had settled. When he realized that he was fully in control of his powers - working well as a Titan, and the only thing missing from the picture in his mind was having Robin right there by his side, working as the perfect duo Jason always knew they could be. 

When Gar found out about Jason’s death, he felt numb. It had never felt real. Sure, denial is the first stage of grief - but Gar never truly felt like he was living on the same earth where Jason was not. He felt like the world should have stopped. Or at the very least - he should have gone down with Jason. 

He kept imagining that someone would wake him up from the nightmare - that someone would shake him and he would wake up in his bed months earlier, with Conner still in a coma, only to find out that everything that had happened at Cadmus had been one big horrible dream. He would open his eyes to find out that Jason was still alive, waiting to sneak out and get veggie burgers with him at three in the morning. 

But no. There was a grave in the backyard of Wayne Manor with his name on it - even if Gar had seen it empty after Dick had dug it up in a manic state. Just to make himself feel like he wasn’t totally crazy, Gar had searched through Bruce’s files and found Jason’s morgue paperwork, wanting to fully confirm that Jason had even died in the first place. After seeing the attached photos of Jason’s bashed-in skull caused him to lose his lunch, he knew then that it was very much real. It wasn’t just a horrific dream. 

Jason had died and somehow been brought back from that. 

Even then, Gar imagined their reunion to be very different from this. 

But here he was - standing in one of the many hallways of Wayne Manor, staring Jason down like a deer in headlights, his heart pounding while his wide eyes fixated on the person he thought that he would never get to see again. Someone covered in bumps and bruises from a fight, looking much more worn down by the world than the guy who used to laugh at Gar’s shitty puns. 

Dream, if you can, a courtyard- An ocean of violets in bloom. Animals strike curious poses. They feel the heat - the heat between me and you.

Jason’s eyes flickered down and locked on Gar’s chest, or rather - fixated on his shirt. Jason’s shirt that Gar was wearing. In a moment, he felt more naked than he ever did when he stripped down in public to transform. He felt so fucking caught. Of course Jason knew that Gar was wearing his clothes. Gar could have claimed that it was out of pure convenience, but somehow, as if he was part animal himself - Jason’s pupils dilated and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. It was almost like he could smell the fatal yearning coming off Gar, everything about him that said: ‘I love you, I missed you, I need you’. 

“Jason-” Gar croaked out. 

There was no chance for conversation. 

A streak of movement behind Jason’s heavily armored shoulder realigned Gar’s priorities in a snap. 

“Look out!” He shouted, pointing sharply behind Jason before he ducked for cover himself. 

Jason didn’t hesitate - he fired his gun, taking the enemy out. He did a visual check of the hallway to make sure that nobody else was coming before he turned back to Gar - who was crouching tightly against one of the divots in the complex design of the old house. 

“I’m here for you.” Jason said - finding that he felt far too naked in his own way with how utterly vulnerable this sounded. 

Especially when Gar’s lips quivered, almost as if desperate to cry out for him, to thank him for coming home - something. 

“I’m here to help. Dick sent me.” He quickly amended, attempting to clarify that this was all business. 

Even though, with Gar’s large, glassy eyes staring him down - he couldn’t be sure that’s what it was. 

He didn’t have too much time to grind through the details of it, though. They had to get through the business aspects of it or there wouldn’t be any personal details left to untangle because they would all be dead. 

They split off, following a plan that Dick had carefully laid out, and Gar was proud when Tim and Dick led Crane out of the Batcave in shackles. 

With the relief of knowing that they had won, Gar quickly set about finding Jason once again - to thank him, to ask him what their next move was, to kiss him - he wasn’t quite sure yet. But he felt gleeful. 

All that glee was slashed when he caught Jason in his old bedroom, packing a bag. 

He had stripped out of his Red Hood armor from the waist-up, and Gar was met with the shocking sight of bright purple welts smothered across the broad of his back. It made Gar’s natural urge toward sympathy ache, especially when it came to Jason. But that feeling conflicted with nothing but boiling anger at the sight of him furiously stuffing things into a duffle bag he had placed into the middle of his bed - clearly trying to rescue everything he could from his old life on the way out. 

How can you just leave me standing alone in a world that’s so cold? So cold.

He was running away. Again. 

“Going somewhere?” Gar asked, trying to sound tough when his voice was trembling at the very thought of Jason leaving him again. 

If he was less mature, he would have dropped to the floor and thrown a catastrophic toddler fit, flailing his limbs and screaming at the top of his lungs. He would have demanded that Jason stay, telling him that he simply wasn’t allowed to leave. 

He knew that it was selfish, but it just made Gar feel so disposable. The fact that Jason came into his life, made him laugh, made him smile, fucked him like they were in love, made him care - and then he wanted to run away like Gar meant nothing to him. He knew that Jason had his own issues - a list of problems and past traumas longer than his arm, but Gar would have run away with him. Jason didn’t have to be sentenced to solitude. 

All these thoughts caused a sheen of tears to form in Gar’s eyes - the sadness battling with the anger inside his chest. He was threatening to spill those tears by the time Jason whipped around - partially startled, partially angry that his plans to disappear again had been disrupted. 

Jason mirrored back his own wet eyes at seeing Gar so upset, but quickly blinked the tears away. 

“I was never here.” He quietly croaked. “I can’t-” 

“You can’t ‘what’?” Gar barked back, cutting him off. 

This was the most cruel way that he had ever spoken to Jason, but he was fed up, to say the least. All of the emotions that he had been politely festering with now boiled over. The grief, the mourning, the loneliness - all of it spilled over at once. 

“You can’t stay?” He asked, raising his voice in anger. “You can’t admit that someone actually cares about you for you for once in your fucking life?” 

Maybe I’m just too demanding. Maybe I’m just like my father - too bold.

Jason’s face quivered at this. 

He knew Gar cared about him. Of course he did. But that was why he had to run. He couldn’t let Gar risk his place with the Titans for a murderous piece of shit like himself. He threatened to break into sobs and he forced himself to become steel. Without Crane’s drugs running through his system, he felt even more weak and chaotic - but he couldn’t let Gar be the drop of water that broke his dam after all these weeks. 

“I can’t stay.” He said solemnly, his eyes glued to the floor, refusing to look at Gar. “I - I can’t… stay.” It hung in the air for the moment as the words truly sunk in for him. He had been so busy packing in order to flee that he hadn’t even fully realized why. Now it was even more painful. “They won’t let me.” 

The realization pierced through Gar’s heart like a knife. 

This wasn’t just about him. Of course it wasn’t. 

The thing that he had been fighting for, fighting against all this time - the idea that Jason wasn’t even worthy to come home because he was some crazed killer. Gar wasn’t the only one who got a vote. Gar wasn’t the only one to claim love for him or deny him. 

If Gar’s love for him was the only thing that mattered, then the whole thing could have been smoothed over weeks ago. Maybe Jason wouldn’t have left in the first place. Maybe Jason wouldn’t have been balanced on the edge of a roof about to jump off while Gar had been sleeping. 

Gar wheezed out a harsh breath - almost as if the pain of the realization had literally pierced his lung, and he was having difficulty breathing because of it. 

“Stay.” Gar begged, hardly realizing that he was crying openly now. “I’ll talk to Dick, I’ll-” 

Maybe you’re just like my mother: She’s never satisfied.

“I can’t.” Jason said bitterly, entirely defiant. “You know I can’t. Not after everything that’s happened. Especially not after Hank.” 

There was a careful kind of mourning in Jason’s voice when he said the name - and potently, he flipped back around then, unable to face Gar after bringing it up. He continued to pack his bag as Gar stared at his back, his throat tightening harshly around everything that he had to say in reply. 

Gar loved Hank as a friend - as a mentor, someone to look up to. But even now, he couldn’t fully blame Jason for Hank’s death. He knew that it was all a part of Crane’s plan. He knew that Jason was sorry. Before, that fact was something he had based solely on his knowledge of Jason - but now he could base it on Jason’s very clear guilt towards the situation. 

Gar knew that if he told Dick that he forgave Jason for Hank’s death - it would put them on bad terms. Dick had known Hank for longer. And there had been something more there (something more between Dawn, and Hank, and Dick). Something that made that scar extra tender for Dick. 

Gar had to find a better way to explain it. Perhaps tell the team that he had once been a pawn himself - he had been to Mercy Graves what Jason was to Crane. And he knew that if she put him alone in a room with Hank and told him to kill, he couldn’t have been sure that his sterling morals and his willpower alone would have held up against everything that she did to him. 

Why was the situation with Jason any different? 

Why were they so determined not to forgive him? 

Out of the corner of his eye, something broke up his contemplative thinking - Jason slipped a tee shirt over his head, and Gar couldn’t ignore the glaring shade of green that said it was one of his. It caused a possessive streak to roll through him - he had a difficult time holding back a feral growl as it flared up in his throat. 

It made him only able to focus on one thing. 

“What about before?” Gar croaked out, disappointment apparent in his voice. 

Jason looked over his shoulder with gentle confusion, and he felt the need to clarify. 

“What about everything that happened before Hank?” Gar rephrased the question. “Doesn’t that matter?” 

Why do we scream at each other?

Jason wanted to say - yes, of course it does. 

But it felt so much more complicated than that. 

“Gar-” He barely choked the name out before he was cut off. 

Gar couldn’t stand to hear more excuses - more reasons as to why Jason was going to cut and run. He reached a hand up to Jason’s neck and pulled him into a kiss before anything else could come spilling from his mouth. 

It felt like trying to desperately claw his way into the front door of a home he once knew - a house that was now cold and abandoned as Jason stood stalk still, purposefully not kissing him back. Jason wasn’t letting him in - not giving him a single sign that there was any love left there. That there had even been love here in the first place. 

Deep down, Jason was terrified. If he gave in and kissed Gar back - he would be done for. He would be opening himself up to a world of hurt that he once thought he could erase with doses of Anti-Fear Gas. 

Gar was used to playfulness; teeth nibbling on his lips, laughter in the air. He was used to a hand reaching for the tie on the front of his sweatpants while that cocky voice muttered lustful ‘threats’ against his mouth - something about how he was ‘going to get it’ - when in actuality, Jason was always the one who ended up a moaning mess on his cock. 

Tears spilled hotly from the corners of his eyes and a sobbed choked out from the back of his throat when Jason was completely still against him. He was being so coldly denied - Jason was like stone, fighting off everything he had missed most from Gar because he still felt like he had to run, and this was nothing more than a distraction from that. 

“Please.” Gar wept against his mouth. 

It was one of the hardest things he had ever done, but - Jason didn’t move. 

This is what it sounds like: When Doves Cry.

Gar pulled back harshly then. When his wet eyes fell to the Triforce printed in the middle of Jason’s chest, further signaling that it wasn’t his shirt (because he likely had no clue what the symbol meant or what it even was) - Gar felt a wave of rage overtake him. He gripped the hem of the green shirt and didn’t hesitate to yank it up over Jason’s head. Rather than the typical heat that this action would lead to, there was nothing but bitter tension in the air as Gar waved the ball-up fabric in front of Jason’s face. 

“This is mine.” He choked out, barely holding back a wave of sobs. “So - so if you’re leaving, you can’t take it with you. You can’t be that much of an asshole. You can’t just take everything that belongs to me.” 

Gar choked on his own words, holding back more. 

They both knew that the words held a dangerous double meaning. If he was going to run, he would be taking so much that belonged to Gar - so much more than some fabric that they had once blissfully shared. 

He would be ripping Gar’s heart out of his chest and taking it with him. 

Jason looked at him with tears now leaking from his eyes. Oceanic blue swimming in bloodshot red - not a pretty sight, by any means. He took in a heavy breath, but his stomach was visibly trembling where he was holding in his own sobs. 

He wanted Gar to tell him to stay. He didn’t want Gar to be okay with him leaving - he wanted it to be such a fight that he couldn’t just walk away. 

Touch if you will, my stomach.  Feel how it trembles inside.  You’ve got the butterflies all tied up.  Don’t make me chase you - even doves have pride. 

Gar - still feeling the need to comfort Jason, even stewing in all his anger toward this man he called lover, enemy, or friend - dropped the shirt on the floor and reached out, smoothing his hands over Jason’s hips. He leaned in and laid the most feather-light butterfly kisses across Jason’s shoulder, and Jason choked on another sob. 

Gar smoothed a hand over Jason’s stomach, and under the intense heat of Gar’s large palm - his muscles calmed. Any cries of anguish died off inside of him and he was able to gather enough breath to speak as Gar laid a gentle cheek on his shoulder. 

“You - you can’t do this.” Jason whispered, the weakest protest he could have come up with. 

Gar only hummed in response. This close to Jason, he could almost feel that thing inside Jason, yearning for him, crying out to him. 

He knew that Jason didn’t want to leave. He knew that if he was patient, Jason would crumble to the need as much as he was. 

He already felt as though he had won. 

“You’re a fucking hypocrite.” Jason added on, his words slightly steadier now. He curled his fingers into the fabric of the shirt Gar was wearing - the one he had picked up off of Jason’s bedroom floor when he had landed. “This is mine.” 

Gar wanted to make some sarcastic jest about how he wasn’t planning on leaving while wearing it - but he became choked up at how the words sounded. As though Jason was truly claiming him - something he had been waiting to hear for so damn long. 

He lifted his head to ask if it was true - if Jason would stay for him or if they could flee together - but Jason caught the back of his neck and slammed their lips together, stealing any words that Gar was planning to speak. 

There was a certain fierceness that followed next - a battle of stubborn wills that was as stiff and tense as their words. 

Passion and love and anger are spears all lined up on the same fence, all equally sharpened - Gar was still angry with Jason for leaving in the first place and never coming back. He still blamed Jason for all those months of bitter loneliness that he had felt, for being left there in the Tower with no help when Cadmus had attacked. Deep in the back of his mind, there was a fantasy of the night they attacked - of Beast Boy and Robin operating as the perfect team to snub out evil. 

Jason was still mad at Gar for not chasing him, for not asking him to come home. Mad at him for not making more of an effort, for siding with Dick on seemingly everything. 

He had no clue how hard Gar had fought to bring him home. How much Gar’s voice had burrowed into the ears of the others, especially Dick, being the only remaining one to speak up, vouching for Jason’s good side. If he had been a fly on the wall, perhaps he would have bowed at Gar’s feet, thanking him. 

But instead - these lopsided views created a bitter stubbornness. Something that made the kiss feral and angry - gnashing teeth and hot, hard breaths as they grabbed and groped at each other, battling with their own anger and swelling up with that love they tried so hard to deny. 

Why bother staying so angry with someone if you didn’t care about them? Why take that much time and effort to be pissed off if you wouldn’t just forgive the person out of love at the end of the day? 

Jason ripped off Gar’s shirt - the borrowed shirt that only further reminded him of everything he had missed out on, the home he couldn’t come back to. He threw it to the floor, trying his best to forget about it - but this only made way for Gar’s hot skin underneath his own, forcing more temptation as they made more skin-on-skin contact. 

He let out a kind of wounded sound when Gar gripped the back of his head and swept down, his mouth tracing along Jason’s neck, digging his teeth in. He was still unsure if he was trying to claim Jason in that animalistic way and make it impossible for him to leave or if he was just taking that anger out on him, trying to cause a little bit of pain - trying to make Jason feel a fraction of what he had felt. Either way, his teeth were savage and frantic on Jason’s skin, and Jason’s nerves screamed pleasurably with the full effects of it. 

“Fuck,” Jason moaned out as Gar sunk his teeth in harder. “Fuck you.” 

Gar was about to make some clever reply - the typical ‘you should’ or ‘I’m trying to’. 

But he was caught off guard, silenced when Jason put a hand in the middle of his now bare chest and shoved him back toward the bed - causing him to sprawl beside the bag that Jason had been trying to steal away with. He poofed out across the luxurious, expensive mattress; there was a worrying second as he looked up at Jason when he believed that Jason might just pick up that bag and run. 

He could use this as his opportunity to flee. 

But instead, Jason eyed him up and down heavily - lustful eyes casting a thick gaze over Gar’s body. Looking over every inch of him carefully, from his now ruffled hair, down across his heaving chest, to the place where Jason’s borrowed pants were hanging low on his hips - the thickness of his hard cock very apparent between his thighs with no underwear on underneath them. 

Jason knew it was temptation. Fondness. 

At the time, perhaps he considered it ‘one last hurrah’. But in truth, it was the breaking point - the point of no return. The point at which Gar had truly hooked him in and reeled him back. Between those big, beautiful brown eyes staring up at him with a combination of intense affection and fear at the possibility of him leaving and that fat cock practically calling to him - Jason was done for. 

Jason reached for the button on his own pants, and Gar remained frozen for a moment. 

“Well,” Jason said impatiently. Gar still didn’t move, unsure what was expected of him in that moment. “Get your fuckin’ pants off. I know you’re not shy about stripping down, ya damn nudist.” 

Gar felt the tension leave his body with a stiff exhale. He wanted to make some smartass comment, but found himself lacking. Instead, he became distracted by rushing to get the pants off and watching the flexing of Jason’s muscles while he worked to get his own pants and boots off. 

All he could muster up was: 

“You - you’re an asshole,” Gar chuckled out, throwing Jason a genuine smile as he kicked the fabric off his ankles, leaving himself wonderfully bare in the middle of the bed. 

Gar’s eyes traced over Jason’s naked body - he seemed more thick and muscular than the last time Gar had seen him. Had he been training harder in the time that he’d been gone? Though his overall build was still much the same - matching Gar in stature, though Gar’s muscles were leaner and softer compared to Jason now. And if Gar wasn’t mistaken, Jason’s cock was bigger? Though that seemed more like a trick of the eye. (Though, it was still a good two or three inches smaller than Gar’s, which Jason often called ‘monstrous’ and joked that he could barely walk after taking.) 

Gar didn’t have too much time to admire Jason’s nudity before Jason was on top of him, bumping their cocks together as he climbed onto Gar’s lap. 

Gar let out a harsh growl from deep within his chest at the feeling of his sensitive dick being touched by someone else for the first time in months - for the first time since Jason had stormed away from the Tower in a fit. Since then, he’d had nothing but his own hand and distant memories of Jason fueled by the fading smell on the clothes he’d left behind. 

Even then, it’s not like he had the opportunity or even the desire to touch himself all that often - not with the chaos going on in his life. So having a warm body in his lap again - the warm body of someone he had missed so fucking much - it reignited the fire inside of him like poking holes in a gasoline tankard and lighting a match. 

“Fuck, Jay.” 

Gar reached up and tightly, possessively grabbed Jason by the ass, pulling him closer instinctively. This caused the echo of a whimper from within Jason’s throat as he bent down to take Gar’s lips again. Jason’s hands planted firmly on the hard muscle of Gar’s chest and Gar kept that needy grasp on Jason’s ass - wanting to keep Jason as close to him as possible. 

The touch quickly turned into moving Jason on top of him, grinding Jason’s body on top of his so that their cocks were gyrating together - a perfectly filthy clash of hot skin that fit together so well after they had been apart for too long. 

They moaned into each other’s mouths and Jason forced his tongue past Gar’s sweet, pink lips - as if he was still trying to put up that fight, still trying to show that he held some power over the man underneath him. Gar’s cock was leaking furiously and soon the slide of their two cocks became wet and glossy while Gar’s bright pink cockhead was continually nudged against his stomach, making a mess against his abs and staining slickness all over Jason’s eager, throbbing dick. 

“Fuck. Fuck, man.” Jason hissed, pulling away from the kiss, a new urgency pumped into him. 

Gar felt a slight streak of disappointment when Jason looked away from him - like a fictional pixie, fading away for the slightest moment without Jason’s attention. The feeling was doubled when Jason took the touch of his chest. He actually found himself whimpering like a pathetic puppy as he wondered what Jason was doing. 

It made a bit more sense when Jason frantically unzipped his would-be getaway bag - rifling through the pockets, ripping out spare underwear and - fuck, of course, more of Gar’s bright green shirts that he had stolen - until he came back with a bottle in hand. 

Lube. 

Of course. Of course that would be something Jason considered to be an essential to travel with when he was stealing away into the night, never to be seen or heard from again. 

Gar would have made some kind of joke about it, but he found his mouth dry, and he was far too horny and mesmerized, his blood pumping through him at top speed as he watched Jason. Who uncapped the bottle and squirted some onto his fingers - then his hand disappeared behind him while he tensed his thighs and hiked his body higher up onto his knees, clearly with the intent to finger himself open in preparation for Gar’s cock. 

Gar huffed out hot breath. 

It had been so damn long. 

He felt his cock pulse with fierce need and spurt out more pathetic spurts of precum, making his stomach even more shiny as it began to pool inside his belly button. He rubbed his hands lovingly over Jason’s thighs as he continued to watch with the utmost rapture, his eyes drinking in every single inch of the beautiful body in front of him - the flexing muscles, the sharpness of Jason’s hips, the thickness of his thighs, the way his perfect, modest cock bobbed between his thighs while he worked. His plump, pink bottom lip snagged between his teeth while he tried to contain his moans. Something that turned the sounds into the most beautiful little grunts that Gar had ever heard. 

After a few moments, Jason pulled his fingers from himself with a sinfully wet sound, and then he reached for the bottle of lube again. Gar was surprised though when he went straight to pouring the shockingly cool liquid across Gar’s cock. 

Typically it took them a lot more work to get Jason ready to take Gar, seeing as he was a bit longer than nine inches, impressively thick - and though he tried his hardest to be gentle - when Jason begged him and nagged him with purpose, he could sometimes get carried away. (Jason claimed that he liked the feeling of soreness afterwards, but Gar sometimes felt guilty for letting go of self control and pounding into Jason like an animal.) 

“You - you want more help?” Gar choked out. 

With Jason’s hand on his cock, spreading the wetness, he was already pushing his orgasm down past the onslaught of sensations - the lube warming under Jason’s hot touch, the purposefully loose grip that Jason had on his dick that just made him itch and made him want more. 

Jason grunted in reply. 

“I fucked myself this morning.” He said, distinctly not making eye contact with Gar. Instead, continuing to stare at his own hand as he picked up the bottle and poured more wetness around his grip on that impressive, thick cock, and then spread it around. 

He almost added on: ‘I was thinking about you when I did it.’ 

But somehow, even now - that felt too emotionally vulnerable. 

Gar quickly became swallowed up by heated thoughts of this. He became consumed by the visual image of Jason splayed out on a bed somewhere, (wherever he had been staying since he had left), fucking himself with his fingers shoved deep inside his well-lubed hole while his other hand moved frantically on his cock. Or even better, pounding a toy inside of himself like the one Gar had found snooping through his room while looking for anything he could use to help Jason against Crane. 

He would look so fucking good like that, spread open on the unforgiving thickness of the silicone, desperate whines and moans coming from his lips because it was good, but it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t perfect like having Gar’s hot body on top of him while Gar’s big cock carved out a spot deep inside his guts- 

While Gar was distracted by these thoughts, Jason took the opportunity to line up the now well-lubed dick with his prepped hole and sink down onto Gar without another word. This caught Gar off guard, stealing his breath in the best way. It was smooth and slick and he didn’t waste a second before putting his entire body weight onto Gar, letting his ass rest flush with Gar’s pelvis so that Gar’s impressive cock was fully inside of him. 

“Jay - oh, fuck.” 

Gar let out a chest-rattling moan and quickly became dizzy, and it didn’t even occur to him that Jason had skipped putting a condom on him. So, this was the first time that he was bare inside Jason, absolutely no barriers between them. He couldn’t mentally comprehend it, and all he could think was - of course it was hotter, of course it felt better - he hadn’t seen Jason for so long, he had forgotten how perfect Jason felt around him, he had forgotten that it felt this fucking good. 

“God, fuck, Gar, your dick-” Jason mumbled out, clearly lost in a haze of pleasure himself. 

Jason didn’t waste a second - with Gar too pleasure-numb, Jason simply took what he needed. He planted his hands on Gar’s chest while Gar’s hands rested dumbly on his thighs, and he began frantically bouncing up and down on Gar’s dick, impaling himself on that beautiful big cock, quickly creating a good rhythm. He watched with awe and swelling adoration as his eyes locked on the man below him. 

Gar looked so perfect like this. 

His body was a sculpture of perfection, like Adonis himself, carved from marble. Every single time Jason got him naked in bed, he wondered how the hell he had gotten so lucky. With his pink lips parted as increasingly loud moans escaped him and his brows creased with pleasure, bits of that distinct green hair stuck to his forehead from the efforts. His stomach fluttering and flexing every single time Jason slammed his hips down and took Gar back inside him fully, Gar’s body glistening with sweat, slick from their encounter so far - he was a picture of perfection, not a single flaw that Jason could pick out.

And while his hole was tingling with the pleasure of having Gar inside him again and his cock was throbbing as it danced between them, beginning to sputter out precum now - he was beginning to ache with a brand new need. 

He was chasing a sexual need, of course, but he was also growing frantic with an emotional need that he had pushed down for so many months. He had missed Gar so fucking much. So much it hurt - and he had used so much to try and forget about it - the Anti Fear gas, the intense focus on Crane’s mission, the booze, the distance. 

But now it was all right here in front of him - those moans he had missed so much, that green hair, the smell of someone so distinct that he had tried huffing off clothing like a drug that he couldn’t buy anywhere off the street. He swallowed thickly and tried his best to hold back tears, and was only reminded of this more when Gar’s fingers dug into his hips - a firm but loving grasp that only more deeply reminded him of who he was fucking. Reminded him of what he had missed out on. 

“Dammit,” Jason huffed out. “Fuck - your-your cock is so good,” 

Usually he was a motormouth during sex. He was infamous for never shutting up until his orgasm hit him like a truck. If it was spitting out ‘fuckboy’-esque promises that he never could keep because he usually wasn’t the one fucking Gar’s brains out (but rather, mindlessly taking a cock), or horny blabbering as he begged for more - his tongue was constantly sputtering out something while Gar touched him. 

So he thought that talking would be a good distraction from the horrible knot in his gut - from this thing that he was feeling. He didn’t need to deal with those stupid fucking feelings right now. He just didn’t. 

“So fuckin’ big.” Jason whined. “You feel so good inside me.” 

Gar grunted in return, taking a tighter hold on Jason’s hips and helping more now. He helped Jason slam down harder, causing a harsher collision of their skin each time - a sharp, wet slapping that sounded absolutely sinful in the room. It made Jason feel fuller somehow, and he let out a downright whorish sound, struggling to get out his next words. 

“God - I - fuck -” He whined. “Your cock - Gar - you feel so-” 

“Yeah.” Gar breathed back in reply, encouraging him. “Yeah, Jay.” 

With another hard slam of Gar’s hips up into his hole, Jason’s mouth was knocked loose. 

“Missed this dick.” He breathed out. “Missed this - missed this so much. Missed you.” 

It was a stubborn admission that even the world’s harshest torture couldn’t have pulled out of him. But the feeling of Gar’s cock deep inside of him, those fingers digging into his flesh like he owned Jason - that was enough to have his tongue loosening around his secrets and have him spilling into vulnerability like it was his fucking job. 

Jason didn’t have enough time for the sting of regret to settle over saying the words, because something inside Gar snapped. The mourning in Jason’s voice, knowing that Jason has missed him just as much - he went from dumb and lustful as Jason bounced on his cock to swelling with that passionate anger once again. He had missed too much time with Jason, and he needed to make up for it. He needed Jason to know that he couldn’t just run away - that he mattered. 

He became filled with the determined need to show Jason that he couldn’t leave - he could never leave, because Gar had missed him too. 

Gar loved him. Gar needed him. 

They needed each other. 

Gar grabbed him around the waist and with a deep growl that was truly bordering on animal this time, he flipped Jason over onto his back. His cock slipped out of Jason, slick from the lube, causing Jason to make a startled, disappointed noise as he suddenly felt far too empty. When Gar leaned over Jason and felt Jason’s getaway bag brushing against his knee, a swell of offense came over him. He reached for the bag, shoving it off the bed without a second thought - spilling clothes and other random items across the floor out of the open zippers, something that neither of them paid any mind to in the following hours. 

“Please, Gar-” Jason breathed out, and from there, anything else in the world was shut out for him and Gar. 

Maybe what they had done before could never be considered making love - but they certainly had their moments. Times when Jason would kiss Gar’s forehead after making him cum, before getting out of bed without a word. Times when Gar grabbed both of Jason’s hands and interlocked their fingers while he rocked his cock deep inside of him. But for the most part, they fucked filthy and horny and desperate. They fucked like two guys in a race to get each other off - and it worked for them. 

But this felt different. 

As Gar slipped his cock back inside of Jason, he locked eyes with the man below him and a spark ran through him that said this was different. This wasn’t turning to the closest warm body out of convenience or boredom. This wasn’t just a friendship with some very particular, spectacular benefits. This was the intense gaze of a lover, locked into a stare that said the rest of the world was locked out, completely forgotten just because Gar was touching him. 

This was coming home. 

This meant that nothing else mattered - no past transgressions, no supposed mistakes, no demanding corrupt figures that had used them as pawns in their own games - none of it could even be seen as Jason locked his knees around Gar’s lower back, holding him tightly in place, silently begging him not to go too far. 

A quiet: please, don’t leave me, I need you. 

I need you just as much as you need me. I swear it. 

Gar held back more tears, and his next huff of breath turned into another low growl - a sound that had Jason whining quietly and clenching down on his cock. That hint at his more animal side had always been something Jason had liked - especially knowing that Gar was the most tame ‘beast’ he had ever met. Ironic, considering that Gar could turn into a six hundred pound tiger and he could shred people with his teeth at will. But Gar was the most gentle person Jason had ever known - someone he trusted with his life within a day of knowing him. Someone better than his own blood relatives and shitty foster ‘families’ who had tossed him out onto the street without a second thought. 

Gar was never a beast, no matter what he was capable of. 

“Please.” Jason begged, his voice slightly choked and breathless. 

He held on tightly to the side of Gar’s face, the other hand straying around to grip the back of Gar’s shoulder - and though Gar’s cock was already throbbing and threatening to blow far too early, he knew he couldn’t deny Jason any longer. 

Gar pressed his forehead into Jason’s neck, unable to stand the piercing interrogation of that gaze - looking for atonement, looking for validation, looking for love. Gar would give him all of those things, and he fucking will - but he couldn’t concentrate on that and delivering a quality fuck at the same time. Jason deserved that, too. He deserved to cum in a spectacular and satisfying way. 

With his concentration a bit steadier, Gar began to fuck his hips forward - fucking into Jason in slow, smooth strokes. 

“Jay, fuck,” He moaned out. “So fucking good. You’re so fucking good.” 

Jason let out a high whine in return and Gar sped up his hips - fucking into Jason faster, but nowhere near as fast as Jason had been riding him. It was still so tender and slow, deep and firm as the thickness of his cock truly made a home inside of Jason that reminded them both exactly where he belonged. 

Jason’s voice warbled - becoming nothing but a nonsensical echo of weak sounds dispersing into the air. Gar couldn’t help himself; he kissed a trail from the middle of Jason’s chest up his neck once again, taking the time to lay a few more possessive bites across Jason’s neck before he reached his face. When he felt roughness under his lips, it truly sunk in that Jason had been hurt - he had picked up a few injuries while fighting to defend him and the other Titans. Jason had put his body on the line for them. 

How could Jason ever be bad if he was willing to get hurt in order to protect his family? 

A swell of passion and possessiveness streaked through him again. 

His tongue sneaked out of his mouth and he licked over the cut above Jason’s eye like a cat trying to lick the wound clean, all of his instincts heightened with the lust pumping through him. Something in his lust-drunken brain was screaming at him that Jason needed this care, and nothing more than the saliva from his tongue would make Jason feel better. 

He did this, kitten licking across the cut, while he continually ground his hips deeply against Jason’s, stuffing his cock ever deeper into Jason’s needy hole. It made for a breath-taking combination of care, attention, and heat that made Jason’s stomach curl. 

“Gar-” He gasped out. “I - ah - fuck!” 

Gar gave another little lick and then moved to grab both of Jason’s hands, entwining their fingers on both sides as he had done in the past. Previous times Jason had laughed about it or called him cheesy, or even suggested that Gar use handcuffs instead if he truly wanted to pin Jason down. But this time, as Gar brought the grip of their tangled hands up above Jason’s head and continued fucking him so deeply. Jason only let out another shuddering gasp and looked Gar in the eyes with a glassy look that said he was truly gone. 

He had surrendered everything to Gar now. 

He couldn’t have run from this if he tried. 

“Come on,” Gar grunted, slamming his hips a little harder, a little more determined - pulling back a bit more, going a bit deeper. It was a motion that pulled louder sounds from Jason, that made him tremble. 

“Cum for me.” He breathed into Jason’s ear. “Cum on my cock - so good for me. Cum for me, show me how much you missed me.” 

Gar kept Jason pinned by their joined hands and by his hips holding Jason tightly to the bed. With his cock slamming into Jason in fierce, heavy, hard strokes - and with Jason’s cock jostling between them, brushing against Gar’s impossibly hot stomach - it was difficult for him to deny the order. With those words spoken in that perfect voice, floating in his ears, the orgasm shot through his body like his soul awakening - like he was truly feeling himself for the first time since he had woken up after The Pit. 

“Shh - shit! Ah! Fuck!” 

He gasped and struggled to get air into his lungs, and Gar cloaked his mouth over Jason’s gaping lips, fucking him right through it. Jason’s cock jumped and jolted between them, painting both their stomachs with his cum while his hole tightened and clenched around Gar - while he shook beneath Gar and tightly grasped Gar’s hands. 

It was utterly perfect. 

“Please, please, please-” Jason gasped, frantic. 

He needed Gar to cum, too. He needed the feeling to be complete. 

Gar let out another growl, shoving his head into Jason’s neck, taking a healthy whiff of his sweat as he fucked his hips hard into Jason. 

“Mine.” He growled possessively into Jason’s skin. “Mine, mine, mine-” He punctuated each slap of his hips into Jason’s ass with the word, his mind filled with this as though it were the one true thing in the world. 

“Mine.” 

A final pathetic dribble of cum escaped Jason before Gar’s cock began pumping into him. As he came, Gar’s teeth latched onto his neck once again, biting down hard enough to pull blood this time - creating a twinge of copper under Gar’s tongue and wringing even more inhuman sounds out of Jason. 

Gar pressed his hips as deep as possible into Jason, making them both utterly high on the feeling of his cum fucking deep into Jason for the first time. Jason feeling it so warm inside of him and having it pool and leak down over Gar’s balls - it only further reminded them how utterly close they were, how deeply Gar had marked Jason, how Jason was cursed to return back to Gar because he needed this - it was a deep reminder of how Gar was his home. 

Tears leaked from Jason’s eyes and Gar licked them away, grinding his hips deep into Jason - causing stray whimpers and aftershocks of pleasure while his cock began to soften. 

“God, oh-” 

“I know.” Gar replied, his voice more ragged than he imagined it should be. 

When he pulled out, it felt like a shock to both of their systems. Too empty, too distant - even still so close to a warm body, too cold. 

Jason’s first instinct was to get up and go to the bathroom to clean up. Especially feeling the stickiness and the mess all over his body as he came down from the high. But Gar rolled onto his back and put a tight arm around his back. 

“Sleep now.” Gar told him, puffing out an oddly cute little yawn. For someone who had just fucked his brains out - he now resembled a sleepy little house cat. 

Jason found that he couldn’t really argue with that. 

… 

Even though Jason was exhausted and hadn’t slept much in the past few weeks, he woke up long before Gar did. 

There was still so much worry plaguing him. 

Oddly enough, Gar’s snoring was more of a comfort than it was a disturbance. It reminded him of sharing a wall with Gar when their bedrooms had been so close together; when he had laid awake at night after scurrying out of Gar’s bed at top speed after they had fucked, wondering what it would have been like if he had decided to stay. 

Back then, it felt like the end of the world to open up to Gar. But now, he couldn’t help but to wonder if it would have saved him in the long run. 

Titans Tower was never the perfect place for him. It only ever felt livable because Gar had been there. They grew so close so quickly - at the time, Jason had tried to convince himself that it was just friendship. That it was the delusion of being stuck in close quarters. Gar was convenient - he was a good fuck, close by, and he was hot. He was someone Jason could get off with while Dick and Bruce had him locked up. And most of all, Gar was pleasant to be around. He didn’t look down on Jason like he was just some street rat, and he didn’t expect Jason to perform miracles just because he had taken on the mantle of Robin. 

Gar treated him like an equal. At the time, that was the best that Jason could ask for. 

Jason didn’t think there were any possible downsides to being close with Gar, and letting himself have some sexual relief in the process. 

Until Deathstroke. 

If he had any feelings for Gar, he had been suppressing them, and then - Gar argued with him about going out to hunt down Doctor Light. He felt betrayed. He felt like Gar didn’t understand him anyway, like Gar would always side with Bruce’s favorite - Good Old Dickie. The one thing he had been putting Gar on a pedestal for - treating him as an equal - was slashed away within seconds. 

Back then, Jason couldn’t think rationally. He felt like he needed to capture Doctor Light and bring him in to get back in Bruce’s good graces, to show the Titans what he could do. He had no clue that Gar was scared for him; that he was acting out of fear, trying to protect Jason. (Something he would continue to do no matter what, apparently.) 

At the time, Jason was insecure and stir crazy and he let it get to him. 

And then, he was blindfolded, strapped to a chair, stabbed, and beaten, and all he could think of was how much he was going to disappoint Gar. How much he was going to hurt him. Bruce, Dick, and the other Titans were the farthest thing from his mind - all he could think about were the last time those soft lips had been on his, the flash of green hair. The utterly disappointed look Gar had given him when he had declined to call Dick for back-up before going into the train tunnels. 

Gar thought Jason was stupid. But Gar was so damn soft-hearted. And Jason couldn’t stop thinking about how much he was going to hurt Gar with his idiotic antics. How much he was going to take from someone who didn’t deserve it. 

As he was strapped to that chair, watching Deathstroke sharpen the sword, all he could think about was the look on Gar’s face - the tears he was going to cry when he was eventually told about Jason being sliced open. Especially because he knew that Gar would blame himself for not saving Jason, for not calling Dick sooner - and it was all Jason’s own stupid fault. 

When he got back, somehow unscathed, he kept his distance from Gar. It hadn’t happened then, but the day would come when he would bring Gar a lot of undue pain - and if he started severing their ‘friendship’ now, then he could eventually soften the blow. At least, that was his line of thinking. He kept far away from Gar’s room when he needed that comfort more than ever, thinking that it would both do them better in the long run. 

When a knock came on his door, he was surprised that it was Rose, and not Gar - and he was pissed off and annoyed more than anything. She was persistent and he was tired. 

When she barged her way in, he found a particular part of his brain nagging at him - telling him that technically, he was still single. He shouldn’t get so attached to Gar anyway, because it would only hurt them both later on. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to be attached - he wanted to know that he could run at any time. He needed to know that he wouldn’t get hurt. More importantly, that he wouldn’t hurt someone soft and caring like Gar. 

He wanted to be able to say that everything going on between him and Gar was just sex. 

So he let himself kiss Rose. 

And he felt absolutely nothing. 

When she told him: ‘Don’t be stupid and maybe it’ll happen again.’ 

He wanted to bark out: ‘It won’t.’ 

But he didn’t want to lay it all out. He didn’t want to tell her of all people that he was in love with his best friend and that’s why he wasn’t available. He wasn’t ready to say it out loud - and that’s why he settled for simply telling her to loudly fuck off as he stormed out of Titans Tower, determined to be alone. Especially when Gar did nothing more than stare him down with sad eyes, not moving a muscle, making no efforts to chase him. 

He was meant to be alone. Or so he thought. 

It was very clear that Gar had other plans. 

Gar - who was currently snoring beside him with the presence of a slumbering lion. Perhaps Gar had skewed his idea of what it might actually be like to sleep beside a lion - wholly warm, downright hot, with heat radiating off his skin like a furnace, utterly soft and cuddly even though he was so muscled, someone who slept with his mouth agape and snored loudly - but in a pleasantly rhythmic way. He was a perfect, quaint, slumbering beast. 

He made Jason feel safe. 

It was not a luxury Jason had often in life. Maybe it was the thing that kept him coming back to Gar, again and again - that precious feeling of safety. It truly was better than any drug. 

More and more presently by the minute, Jason was reminded of the mess - the unpleasant drying cum between his cheeks and on his lower stomach, leaking out of him and no longer pleasantly warm. It made him want a shower. He didn’t want to scare Gar by having him wake up to an empty bed, but he also didn’t want to wake him, steal sleep away from him when he clearly desperately needed it. 

Jason nudged his way to the edge of the bed, trying to sneak away to the bathroom - but when he heard a harsh snort from Gar, he knew him well enough to know that this had signaled the end of his sleep; a harsh jolt awake. 

“Where are you going?” Gar mumbled tiredly, not even having his eyes fully open yet before he frantically looked around for Jason. 

“I was just gonna go shower, crawl outta my ass.” Jason hissed back, still feeling a bit raw and defensive. 

He knew that Gar would sacrifice anything for him, but he still felt unworthy. Like a puffer fish growing big in defense, Jason was spitting out sourness in a last-ditch attempt to get Gar to change his mind - to shift his thinking last minute and suddenly see the truth: to find him unworthy. 

Jason was almost shocked when Gar smiled. 

Gar held back a clever quip about how he had made a home inside Jason’s ass and he wasn’t going to change that now. 

“I’ll come with you.” He said instead. “Hot shower sounds nice right about now.” 

“You should stay and sleep.” Jason told him, still teetering on the edge of the bed. “You’re clearly tired.” 

“And you’re not?” Gar probed back. 

There was a moment of tense silence. Jason didn’t offer up a reply. 

“Come on, what’s this about?” Gar asked, fully opening his eyes now, propping himself up on one elbow to stare Jason down. 

“After I get dressed, I have to go and talk to Dick.” Jason declared. 

The words were heavy in the air. 

The admission that he no longer felt the need to run. That he wanted to make an effort to stay, that he actually wanted to ask for his place back with the Titans. 

Gar wanted to squeal with glee. Naturally, he held himself back. There would be a few more bumps in the road before Jason was officially home. 

“Not by yourself.” Gar told him sharply. 

Jason’s jaw clenched. He was afraid to admit that he needed the help. It was something he had been afraid of for a long time. 

But he knew that without Gar’s help, without Gar vouching for him in Dick’s eyes, the conversation would likely only go one way. 

And he needed to come home. He needed to stay. 

Jason felt weak, and his voice was quiet when he finally mustered it up. 

“Okay.” 

It was a weak surrender. But things between him and Gar had never been that kind of battle. Not the kind of battle that he had with Bruce, or with Dick, or even with himself. There was never any true hatred there. Just the kind of fierce anger you feel when you love someone so much that you fear losing them. 

So this surrender didn’t feel like a stain on his record - didn’t feel too much like giving up, after all. Not when the picture he ended up with had him and Gar in the same frame. It was something that made him feel more content and less defeated when Gar poorly concealed a smile in response - and then pulled him in for a kiss before getting up to grab towels for their shower.

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A/N: This is a standalone oneshot, so please do not ask for a second part or a continuation. If you are going to comment, please comment about the body of work that has been written.

Also, typically, I don't write character x character fics, so if you randomly found this in tags and you really like it - I apologize, because the rest of my masterlist is not like this and I won't be writing anything else like it anytime soon. I do write a lot of Titans fics and I have a lot more of them on my masterlist, so if you enjoy my style of smut or if you really enjoy my characterization of these two, then you should definitely check out the other things I have written - particularly No Place Like Home, which has a lot more JayGar scenes in it.

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IT’S 12K WORD WEDDING DAY CHAPTER WHOOP WHOOP. this is going to be a rideeee–– “Oh I know. I already have a list.” of course she does ksksks she has a list for everything. “Mm, I think Anthony will keep you quite distracted, you won’t have the time to miss me.” the queen always speaking FACTS. “I can’t say anything without crying I fear.” AWW LUCIE!!

not Elias already having an escape plan ready sksksks “You’re family. I will always be here for you, Chérie.” AWWWW ELIASSSS. this chapter is just all tears isn’t it. and a whole lot of it. “Father.” // “My dearest, you look so beautiful.”  AAAAWWWW <3333 stop this is so sweet. i wish Cassie was here :// i’m sure she’s looking down on them smiling and crying tho <3 “I’ll just tell Anthony you changed your mind and you don’t wish to marry him anymore.” this man is evil LMAO. “But you don’t have to bring him to dinners, you know? Feel free not to.” ASALKSLASKSLK Percy you can’t hate the man forever. “But I just wanted to say that I think she would be proud of you.” STOOPPP. god Cherie is so so lucky that mascara wasn’t invented yet bc the make up would’ve been ruined by now. “She never stopped loving you after all.” CAN U NOT JUST !!! MY HEART!!! “Don’t worry mom,” you whispered. “I will be so happy with him.” oh pls i’m <333

THAT LOOK SHE SAID. ANTHONY IS ABOUT TO CRRYYYYY. STOP. HE CAN’T TAKE HIS EYES OFF OF HER UGH MY HEART!!! Elias can’t hold his tears to stop everyone is just crying and emotional i love it. “Anthony reached inside his jacket to pull out his handkerchief, then handed it to him without so much as looking at him.” STOP THIS IS PEAK CHAOTIC BEST FRIEND BEHAVIOR I LOVE IT SO MUCH BWAHAHAHA  “Elias,” you whispered to his ear. “I love you, but I will make you suffer if you make my wedding about you.” AND THIS RIGHT HERE IS PEAK SIBLING BEHAVIOR AKALSKASLKA this is amazing. i love it. i’m just yelling bc just so many EMOTIONS.

“Viscountess Bridgerton.” YEAH RIGHT SHE IS <3 omg....i totally forgot Pringles was invited. Anthony is about to have a Jealous Husband Moment™️ isn’t he. well, at least he apologized, i guess lmao. oh pls is he really in love with her or just the idea of her? anyway, IT’S TIME FOR THE TALK™️ “My dear, consummation of your marriage is not a test of the sort. You do not need a list.” i love her ksksksk i wonder what was on that paper tho lmao. “I can’t believe Cassie did this to me.” LMAAAAO. that’s so so true omg. “Anthony has a key, and you have a lock” I’M GOING TO BWAHAHAHAHA THAT;S TOO FUNNY HELP. NOT THE LOCK AND KEY COMPARISON the image that painted in my head i can’t sksksks. CERTAIN !!! FLUID !!! OH NO STOP ALSKALKSLAK of course she’s worried about what she will wear lmao. dear god....she’s being so stubborn like. surely she’d at least hear them out bc they’ve been there before !!! “He will be without his clothes on as well,” she said and that was enough to make you stop talking. LMAAAAO CHERIE YOUR HARLOTNESS™️ IS SHOWING. i love it sksksksk. okay, okay i know this was the norm back then and it was typical for ladies to not have any idea considering sex but the fact that she keeps correcting them and saying they’re wrong when Cece and Aunt Lavinia combined have more experience than her i’m just alskalkssk she’s so stubborn like LISTEN. just listen and everything will make sense Cherie alskalsksk

“But having you is not something that is owed to him. It’s not a right but a privilege. You can always say no when you don’t wish to commit the act and you can always stop him no matter what, do you understand?” THANK YOU AUNTY L!! ah i’m so so sooo happy she said that. although i doubt Anthony would do anything of the sort either. like i’m sure he won’t make her do something she won’t want to do. “In the carriage? That’s impossible.” well...it’s more likely than u think. also help Aunty L are u speaking from experience here??? asklalslaksa “You still found it hard to believe that Anthony wanted to perform that act with you, seeing that he hadn’t even given you a hint of it” this is so funny bc he has ksksksk So. Many. Times. the Sex Eyes™️ have been so obvious she just didn’t notice it alskalsk. “Surely you would’ve been able to tell if Anthony desired such a thing.” YOU DID. HIS POCKET FEW CHAPTERS AGO SKSKSK ASK HIS POCKET. or should i say.....his key? ALKSALKS oh gosh she’s so head strong on not believing Anthony wants this. this is too funny borderline concerning. and she’s thinking that Anthony would only want to do it sometimes in a few months......oh boy you’re in for a SURPRISE Cherie. its more or less....idk thrice a day?? LMAO the whole conversation was so so funny but also the cringe fest but talking about sex in that manner kinda is awkward especially when FAMILY so sksks

“Hello my beautiful wife.” AAAAAAAAAAAH <3 he’s going to call her that every frickin chance he gets. ahh their wager <3 how far they’ve come. “Your wedding gift.” EEEEK. i can’t wait for her reaction once she sees it. To the victor I yield. of course u do. you’re down baaaaaaaaaad. “I’m good with inappropriate.” yeah, you’re The King of Harlotness™️ we didn’t expect any less from u. i mean jeeez, where are those hands going Anthony huh?? he’s getting eagerrrr. “I…I insist on a proper room and a proper bed.” this is too funny and Anthony is enjoying her cluelessness way too much but also so so glad that she’s learning to set boundaries AND Anthony is respecting that. not that i doubted him in that department either. “So the stabbing incident?” // “There was no stabbing, it was poison—” ksksks Anthony just knows her so well by now that it’s so easy for him to get her talking. “And our first act as a married couple is having a quarrel, how surprising.” it’s your thing <33 i mean the first time you conversed you argued so.

Elias what r u skskskalkslaks “A scandal, that’s what this is.” this is too funny. Elias is the biggest cockblocker of the century and Anthony is sooooo done with him. “Will be there in a moment darling.” hmm...he needs to take care of his pocket first LMAAAAAAOOO. “Feel free to stay here and think about your actions.” oh that will NOT help with his Pocket Problem™️ or should i start calling it a key problem now? alskalskkls

“your father had pulled Anthony aside” huh i wonder what they talked about. but omg this whole goodbye thing is just the sweetest thing like everyone is just so so close to tears and aahh i mean: “And thank you Cece. For everything you’ve done, for…making this possible. I’m so proud to have the privilege of calling you my best friend.” and “But he is one of the greatest men I’ve ever known, and he makes you happy, and it’s very clear that you make him incredibly happy.” MY HEART IS SO SO FULL AND HAPPY <;3 “Welcome to the family officially, you prick.” // “Funny, I was going to tell you the same thing.” Anthonias™️ are officially brothers nowwww yay <3

“We have a lifetime for that my love.” UGH <3 YES U DO <3 omg yay we’re at Aubrey hall <3 now what’s Mrs Weston’s deal?? omg she’s just running around the whole place lmao. the staff are probably looking at her so weirdly. “No my lord, there’s another issue.” // “Jesus Christ.” can people let this man have his Honeymoon Whority™️ already sksks 

oooooh we’re taking it upstairssss noowww. “He is a reformed rake, my lady. I’d say he is very well practiced on the act.” oh no....i mean, i’m sure Anthony will ease out her worries immediately. but i do get her nerves tho ssksk and i’m sure her not knowing any better isn’t helping. NOT HER ASKING LUCIE TO STAY LASKLAKSLAKS THAT’S NOT GOING TO WORK. “If it puts your heart at ease, I doubt he will hear anything you say while you look like this.” oh she right right. Anthony’s going to use his mouth in....other ways so no conversations to be had here LMAO. It was his room after all, maybe he didn’t want you to sit on the bed. ....well, he’s going to want you on his bed in more ways than just sitting soooooo. AAAAAAH HE’S AT THE DOOR why am i nervous all of a sudden lmao. jeez No Breaks Anthony just full steam ahead choo choo slaksalks the way he just kissed her without a word. told you he was going to use his mouth in other ways alksalksakss.

“I was too—my love, nothing you don’t want will take place now or ever. You do know that, right?” oh pls we love to see it!!! consent is sexy!!! also, my heart is melting how he immediately pulled away when he thought she was scared like aaah. i’m sure he was so so worried for a second when he saw her shaking. “How could I ever compare you to someone? You’re the love of my life.” AAAAAAAAH MY HEART <3 OOF OOF it’s happening!! Alexa, play Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye !!!!!

And just like that, the rest of the world disappeared. sigh <3 congrats to the newly wedded couple and enjoy your Honeymoon Whority™️ <3 but no, this was just so so sweet and amazing. like i love how you captured the sweet moments and chaos that a wedding ensues bc this was absolutely the sweetest and softest thing but also THE most chaotic wedding aslkalsk. i mean it’s one of the most dramatic families in the ton so i don’t doubt it would be. i know we’re prolly close to wrapping this up but i can’t wait to see them as a wedded couple <3 it would just be the sweetest. but also, probably some arguments here and there? bc marriage isn’t all bliss, after all. i mean nothing too hurtful but ksksks. anyways! loved this!! amazing as always <3

– TM Anon™️

Omg loveeee hi! ❤ I’m already smiliiiiing! 😂❤

Lolll oh Cherie totally prepares a list for everything! 😂 And Cecily was so sure that Cherie wouldn’t even think about her existence for the whole honeymoon😂

Up until the last second Elias kept offering her a way out in case she changed her mind 😂 And when he got to Bridgerton house, he made sure to inform Anthony about it😂

Lolll yesssss, it’s a good thing mascara wasn’t invented 😂 She cried like 6 times that day from the morning until the afternoon, her whole make up would be gone 😂

I do think that Cherie believes her mom can see her ❤

PEAK CHAOTIC BEST FRIEND AND SIBLING BEHAVIOR YES! 😂 Cherie literally paused her wedding to go hug and kinda threaten Elias 😂 And Anthony was probably smiling❤

PRINGLES?!

PRINGLES- OMG this is hilarious 😂😂😂

He’s definitely in love with the idea of her, he fell in love with her AFTER she turned him down 😁

The list, the liiiiist!

I feel like Cherie tried to cover everything in that list, and there was definitely a question about what she would wear, which she made sure to ask 😂 And there was also another question about what she should talk about 😂

CHERIE YOUR HARLOTNESS™ IS SHOWING. LOLLL she was all trying to argue with them and the moment she heard he would be without his clothes on, her mind basically stopped working 😂

She is so stubborn and alllllways refuses to listen 😂

Yessss exactly! I think it was very important for Aunt Lavinia that Cherie understood she could say no whenever she wanted, or she could stop him whenever she wanted! ❤ Anthony would never do anything she didn’t want, but it was important that she knew that too❤

She’s definitely speaking from experience, I feel like Aunt Lavinia and Uncle Duncan were so in love and were quite the wild couple back in the day 😂

HIS POCKET FEW CHAPTERS AGO SKSKSK ASK HIS POCKET. or should i say.....his key? I AM DYING AT THIS😂

oh boy you’re in for a SURPRISE Cherie. Oh she really is 😂😏 The next chapter will be very fun❤😏

He still can’t believe that they’re married! ❤

The King of Harlotness™ THIS IS SUCH A GOOD DESCRIPTION😂

Yesssss they do argue a lot! 😂

Anthony was so ready for everyone to leave but especially for Elias to leave 😂

“your father had pulled Anthony aside” huh i wonder what they talked about. Percy was threatening warning him not to break Cherie’s heart 😂

Anthonias™ are officially brothers nowwww yay <3 THEY ARE and that will be chaotic for sure! 😂

Mrs Weston didn’t like her at all 😏

Lollll Lucie was like “I AM NOT STAYING” 😂 Tbh I think she totally knew Cherie had nothing to worry about 😂

jeez No Breaks Anthony just full steam ahead choo choo LOLLL OMG THIS IS SO GOOD😂

Oh yeah, Anthony wouldn’t do anything if he thought Cherie was scared, or that she didn’t want it ❤

Honeymoon Whority™ Oh that honeymoon…. I’m so excited for the next chapter! ❤

i can’t wait to see them as a wedded couple <3 it would just be the sweetest. but also, probably some arguments here and there? bc marriage isn’t all bliss, after all. i mean nothing too hurtful but ksksks. YESSS! We will definitely see how they will be as a married couple, I have a lot of plans for them and their marriage ❤

Honeyyyy you’ve made me so happy, thank you so much! ❤ You’re amazing! ❤

[msookyspooky]

Hi spooky !! SO to fully enjoy Halloween I’ve concocted a silly little month long scary movie marathon (i can share if you want to check it out, even tho we’re already 6 days into it sksksk sorry !! ) AND I’ve finally watched Jeepers Creepers and well first of all I wanna share my very public and personal beef with the brazilian tRANSLATING TEAM FOR THAT TITLE — Jeepers Creepers became “Hungry Eyes” (Olhos Famintos in portuguese) which is so infinitely creepier wHYYYYY

I genuinely thought i had pulled up the wrong movie rip Star sksksks BUT okay I actually did enjoy it — as freaked as I was, only had time to watch it AFTER class, so very late at night — actual like realistic siblings relationship, a DUMB MAN BEING DUMB (recognized him from New Girl so that was fun !! ) and the Thing/Man was sOOO WEIRD and also kinda funny ? Like just eating the mans tongue skskks i was at least making myself laugh a lil

THE TENSE MOMENTS WERE INSANE !!! I actually skipped somw bits cause i was actually getting too scared SKSKSKSK and — spoilers now, so sorry girlies — THE ENDING ??? I felt bad for both of the siblings but damn the dude got put through the ringer huh, but the final shot with the eyes ??? That was super cool !!! (Sorry for the crazy long asks sksksksk i do try to be quick about it)

Haha yes!! Beileve it or not, Jeepers Creepers was one of my first true scary horror movies (Mom had me watching it at 7 years old and shockingly I was cool with everything till the ending when I screamed HOLY SHIT!! and my Mom gasped and looked at me and I was like WHAT?! HE HAS NO EYES! 😨 hdsglzdn ) Ik Ik wth were they thinking letting me watch that? Well, I had two parents that grew up on 80s horror movies and watched them all the time and had the idea that as long as sex or extreme gore wasn't involved and I begged to watch it then okay. Suit yourself. I begged them so Mom said fine.

So anyways that was the first horror movie I watched that genuinely scared me. I still to this day love Trish and think she should be considered more often as a final girl bc she really held her own. I agree that I love them genuinely having a realistic sibling relationship. The Creeper freaking terrified me as a kid ngl I'm blind af so at least Ik my eyes are safe 😬

Hell yes I'd love the horror movie marathon!! And don't worry I like long asks as long as you send them in like this aka one big ask instead of like 20 small ones 😅

[hausofmamadas]

Catch me army crawling through the mud, venturing into my react reblogs sksksksksksk and trying to catch up on my reading list bc it’s so long overdue. And this one sksksksksk in particular esp long overdue so long in fact that I already reblogged the two chapters after this and almost forgot about this one. So without further ado, let’s get to the screaming, shall we.

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✷ All that matters, is that he fell asleep in your bed, still dressed, and that was never the plan. He was gonna leave, back out the window and onto his bike before it got too early to be pointless.

SKSKSKSKKSKSKSK i am already fucking chortling here bc like Angel has unquestionably fucked soooooooo many ppl right, and he’s flipping out over falling asleep, fully-clothed at a “friend’s” house a friend he def wants to bang but like that would make things entirely too real so he’s just pretending he doesn’t like baby boy, nothing happened and you trippin sksksks such a clear case of methinks the lady doth protest to much si me sientes?

✷ To fall asleep with you against him, face on his chest, patches probably leaving imprints on your cheek. Santo Padre pushed into the skin in that same blocky font. Way too fucking soon for that, yeah? Why not seal the deal and go have breakfast with the parents, too?

“Santo Padre pushed into the skin in that same blocky font.” Alright, whatever, I’m not mad. I’m not at all mad about the word smithery, I’m not fucking mad at the multi-layered meanings of this sentence, the fact that like it speaks to the Reader’s sense of personal identification with Santo Padre as home or lack thereof and how their emotional investment in the place is deeply tied with Angel, whom they are physically sleeping against, with the words Santo Padre being literally pressed into their face //@/@&:2&:! Like I’m not mad. I’m just not. I’m really angy happy for you that you wrote something so cool and profound and am not at all shaking my fist into the sky cursing bc i can never write it BUT THEN ALSO, sksksksksks the way I fucking almost choked laughing at Angel immediately reading into it sksksk liek homie is acting like he has fucking impregnated Reader, like mans just had a sleepover and he’s acting like he needs to get down on one knee and propose. The cognitive dissonance is so fucking funny and so fucking Angel

✷ That job shit really got to you. This is the longest you’ve gone without telling him something about himself, or cracking a joke that makes him so annoyed, but so glad you’re back. He misses it like you’ve gone mute.

“He misses it like you’ve gone mute.” *throws pencil down on desk, shoves rollie chair back angrily, slides over extension cord, tips over, falls flat on own face crying* I give up. I fucking give up. It’s so good ???? like it’s just ??? Fire ?? Y me siento ??? que voy a haberte chingadazos (cariñosa por supuesto) for writing something so good ???

✷ ‘I thought someone might’ve stolen my bike. Forgot your neighbours are, like, five hundred years old.’

KSSKSKKSKSKSKS i have nothing profound to say do I ever, let’s be real sksksksks except that this seems like a hilariously specific detail that would never occur to me but that Angel would pick up on like idk it’s just correct

✷ Your hair’s flattened on one side, your lips are dry from breathing through your mouth—yeah, that’s something he’ll use later—and honestly, you look like you haven’t been awake, or human, in a year at least. But he wants to get back in, he realises. He wants to apologise again, lie down, and put your goofy sleep-struck face back onto his chest like he’d never moved at all.

NOOOOOOOSNSJSKSKSNS BUTNSKSKSKD THERE ISNSODJSJJS SO MUCH TO UNPACKSKSKS HERE BC LIKE SLSKSKSKSKS specifically “that’s something he’ll use later,” bc on it’s face is like, yeah angel’s gonna bust Reader’s chops about that like the good bff that he is, right. But then likelsksksksks why do I also feel like Angel’s filing that away for like ... a moment of pre-nut clarity when Reader inevitably enters his mind while he’s jacking off, and it’s like an Anti-Spank Bank, like he summons the image to skskskdndk kill the fucking mood so that he can further deny attraction and feels like it realltkskseksn seems like he’s filing that away for self-preservation purposes specifically to blue ball himself in case Reader pops into his mind sksksk like noooooskskskskskskskskskskkekekekekekeke I am really actually fucking bawling. I don’t care if it’s not canon, it’s fully canon in my mind. Bc like sksksks on the heels of that is, “He wants to apologise again, lie down, and put your goofy sleep-struck face back onto his chest like he’d never moved at all.” Like my baby boy, you have got it so skskskskskskekfucking bad and you don’t even know, I am Screamin

✷ And that is a very fucking loco thing to be thinking on a Thursday morning. Looking at you, biche.

Ngl, this reminded me of that one time Jacob called Bella “loca” for no reason in New Moon sksksksks that is all. Except it feels actually correct for Angel but like I did cackle bc of the association

✷ A lot has changed since you went away, but you weren’t a liar then, and you aren’t now. As far as he knows, anyway.

Awww this is sweet, like the levels of trust in there even tho imjustsosorry, mans is wrong cause everyone lies sksks between them after so many years. It smacks of like “a lot has changed but some things never do.” On the flip side, it is interesting bc I feel like there is a leeeeeeetle tiiiiiiiiiiny bit of Angel putting Reader in a pedestal and actually the whole thing kinda does, like how unsettled he is to see them kind of down, and second guessing themselves bc they don’t have a job, like idk if any of that was purposeful or if that’s me just making shit uo as I go option 2 is highly likely bc when do I ever know what im talking about but this little window into Angel’s psyche is very interesting to me

✷ He’s never seen someone actually look depressed while they’re falling asleep before, but you’re managing it. He can see you waiting for the bed to swallow you whole. Something about the way your shoulders are sitting, all tucked into yourself.

SKSKSKKSLSLSOWOWOOWEOODKSOS THE WAY I FELT SO FUCKING ATTACKED WHILE READING THIS BC AS I HAVE SCREAMED ABOUT BEFORE, THE LAST WHOLE YEAR OF MY LIFE HAS BEEN A SERIES OF JUST FUCKHAPS AND THE UNIVERSE LAUGHING AT ME WHILE IM MAKING MY LITTLE PLANS AND I ABSOLUTELY RESEMBLE ALL OF THESE REMARKSKSKSKSKS like I know for a fact I have managed the strange feat of looking depressed while falling asleep or as I like to call it, looking like I’m collapsing in on myself like a dying star .... bc I am and god, it just reallysksksks man i felt too seen KEKW

✷ House looks the same as it did when he was there to eat pizza and watch WrestleMania on the box TV in your living room. God, that was a lifetime ago now.

The specificity of Wrestlemania makes me want to throttle you to death in the most loving way possible. Like again, the layers, the details, the thought put into establishing the foundations of their friendship are just marvelous and so authentic and I hate you (affectionate)

✷ Then, he’s back into reality, down the steps from your porch and over to his bike like nothing has happened. No sleepover, no boundaries crossed. Just back to the grind, same as every day.

AGAIN INIUSTJSJSKSKSJE I CANNOT GET OVER HOW WIGGED OUT ANGEL ISKSKSKSKSK LIKE BRO, IDK HOW MANY STI SCARES YOUVE PROB HAD IN THE LAST FEW MONTHS BUT I KNOW YOUVE BEEN TO THE CLINIC MORE THAN ONCE TO GET TESTED AND YOURE ACTINF LIKE SLEEPOVER IS AKIN TO SODOMY OR SOMETHIFNFFKFKDN LIKE IT’S MAKING ME HOWL THE COGNITIVE DISSONANCE

✷ The one time he’s up before noon and every other person he talks to is dead-set on being sleeping beauty.

Skskskkskskskskksks okay as a perpetual night goblin myself, I know this feel so deeply and it basically boils down to like, someone pls give me a medal for the one time I decided to be a respectable fucking member of society by waking up before 11am, yes pls throw me a parade for doing something that literally everyone else does every fucking day of their livesksksks, yes pls Pat me on the head and tell me how much non-garbage adult I am, and how good I am doing thankyoun

✷ Angel snorts; imagines himself saying, Yeah, I’m near by. Wanna hear a crazy story, bro? Guess where I slept last night.

PFFFFFTTTT IVE ALREADY SAID IT SO MANY TIMESKSKS I KNOW BUT LOKEKSSKEK and bc Im posting this out of order like sksks I just keep thinking about “bodies at the border” and all the stuff Angel’s done for the club, and the thing he’s freaking out about is falling asleep at his supposed totally-platonic-and-not-at-all-romantic-in-nature bestest good childhood friend’s house and itnsekekkekeke really is sending me

✷ ‘Alright, relax,’ EZ complains. ‘Man, I like it way better when you’re the one oversleeping.’

Yeah, me the fuck too.

Uhhhhhhh yeah so I’ve screamed already so many times about this too are we seeing a pattern here but like the brother banter and the tone and vibe of the EZ-Angel brother-love is beyond spot on, like half the time I forget it’s not in the fucking show

✷ He’s poking out the hole in the ground like a prairie dog. A prairie dog in his abuelita’s wig.

SOSODOEEOKWKW A PRARIE DOG WISKSKEKEKENE E IN HIS ABUELITA’S SOSKSKSKEEKN WIG. FIRST OFF, THIS IS WKSKS THIS IS JUST SOakaaksksFUCKING ANGEL TO A TEE. SECONDLY, THISKSKSKS IS THE MOST ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF COCO AT ANY POINT IN THE SHOWNSOSKSKS BC MAN’S HAIR IS ICONIC AND LIKE ALL 4 HAIRSTYLES HE HAS COULD BE DIFF ABUELITA’S WIGS

✷ Used to make breakfast around him like he was cohabiting with a viper. So bite-y until he’d had his breakfast, or a smoke.

Ngl, just this tiniest of nuggets is enough to make me want to pay you to write a prequel novel fic about Angel living with a post-Iraq, post-traumatic-stressed Coco and like their early mc adventures bc I have so many questions that need answering so like, y’know if you ever have the inclinationskwkkse I will be waiting patiently just sliding that full house of a hand across the poker table slowly

✷ He’s got that line between his brows like Angel’s said something stupid again. His favourite fucking expression lately.

At some point, in every chapter of this fic, there’s something that makes me just throw my hands up like MT POOR BABT BOY!!!!!!! THIS IS SUCH SADBOY VIBES AND I JUST WANT TO HUG HIM AND PET HIS HAIR AND TELL HIM HES DOING GREAT WHICH MAY OR MAY NOT BE A LIE DEPENDING ON THE SITUATIONSKSKSSKE and this is that moment

✷ He’d rather that, Pops telling him how much of a constant disappointment he is, than whatever this is. Silence stings in a way he can’t shake off.

“Silence stings in a way he can’t shake off.” Just .... I am fully :lebron tear: :angy: …. the emotional resonance, the alliteration, the simplicity, the lyrical, rhythmic flow ….. I just I don’t even... I don’t even know what to say to you. Except that it’s fucking rude ???????? Yeah, rude. It’s actually rude be this good so I hope your happy

✷ He’d rather be the one taking that risk. Him and his ‘arrest me’ looking self. So, no, not that.

SKSKKSKSKSKSKS HIM AND HIS “ARREST ME” LOOKING SELF like i love Angel and he doesn’t always see himself super clearly but oikekskksksks in this skskskskskskskskekeekekke in this he is not wrong and also, bc I have to make everything about me and my blorb, it reminded me of that thing I wrote where Barrón was thinking about how having tattoos makes you like a neon sign to the cops, asking to get frisked and how he def would use Angel for the dirty work type jobs bc he absolutely looks like a capital-C, Criminal and Angel would prob be like “....yea u right” KEKW

✷ ‘Something above board,’ he says, ‘legal. Something normal people do.’

EZ laughs. ‘Do we know any normal people?’

ALAKSKSKSKSKSKSNW AGAIN WITH THEIR FUCKING BANTER LIKE CAN WE PLS COLLECTIVELY CALL ELGIN AND PETITION TO HAVE YOU ADDED TO THE WRITING STAFF BC IT IS LITERALTKO FUCKING THEM

✷ He does, anyway, miles better, in fact. About the baby, about the two of you. About being useful to someone who isn’t paying him to be.

“About being useful to someone who isn’t paying him to be.” *bites fist whilst scream crying to the point of hyperventilation* I MEANSKSKSS WHST SKSKSSKSOSOXDJEIE :&:&/!:;&/92029:&;8392&2!/@.02@2’wnwowowoenroepwosownqmwo£ THE FIDIDKEEJEJNE FUCKINGSKSO I mean...... what more do I even need to say except lik e..... ?? I’m broken ? inside ??? Like if you were to cut me open rn, you’d absolutely have to fish around for various organs and bones and things like a game of Operation bc thaaaaaat’s how fucking internally disassembled I am ??

✷ EZ turns to him, as he reaches the same conclusion Angel has. ‘Shall we?’ he asks.

Angel swallows the last of his beer. ‘I think we fucking shall.’

And, fuck it, he’ll bring the bar stool too.

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹I just love them so much. I’m jusrksksks babbling repeating myself but you have them down SO FUCKING WELL IT MAKES ME WANT TO FUCKING THROW THINGS

✷ He hadn’t worked out how to survive in there yet, didn’t know when to joke and when to keep his mouth shut.

I’m sorry.......... you did not just hit me with this. You did not just hit me with sad, scared, lost-little-puppy Angelito trying and lowkey failing to figure out how to person in prison. You didn’t. Bc you wouldn’t want to HIRT ME THIS FUXOINTSISIEKSN WAY PERO YA LO HICISTE, YA JUGASTE CON MI CORAZONCITO PORQUE TU ERES UN PINSHE DEMONIO DEL INFIERNO

✷ Pulled Angel right from under the guy, Boney—yeah, dumb name, that’s why it started, Angel just had to tell him that—and set them away from each other like children.

PFFFFFFTTTTTTKSKSKSKSKSKSKD FUCKING WISEASS ANGELSKSKSKS like he’s not wrong bc Boney is a fucking stupid name but like bby boy does not understand the concept of know your audiencekskssksks which just lends itself to my theory that he is secretly an undiagnosed little neurodivergent adhd king sksks

✷ His own head was spinning from the hits he’d taken. He couldn’t understand English, let alone Spanish, but that’s all Gabe ever used with him.

I love that Gabe refuses to speak to Angel in Spanish, like sksksks idk why but he’s giving off such like, “im too old and wise for your young and dumb shit but i cannot watch you continue to dig this nice and lovely grave for yourself bc I’ve seen too much suffering in this life,” and I love it already y por eso necesito novecientos cincuenta mas páginas sobre Gabe pa que puedo saber todo de su vida y historia previa. Ya. Ahorita, pues, gracias maje, no hay presión pero estaré esperandolo

✷ That’s when Angel noticed the tattoos across Gabe’s knuckles: MAYANS MC. He remembers thinking it was goofy, branding himself like that. Then, here he is now, having covered more of his skin than Gabe has, with the very same name. You don’t get it, until you’re in it.

“You don’t get it until youre in it.” BRUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH THE WAY THIS FULLY FUCKNG SLAPS BOTH SIDES OF MY FUCKING FACE THO and ofc, bc i am incapable of going 5 mins without thinking about my own blorbs, I have to mention that the sentiment of this reads so much like that one saying I got from that sicario’s autobiography and stole for dinarrón, the whole ‘con la raza baila con perro, sin la raza baila como un perro’

✷ ‘Pendejo…’ Gabe muttered. ‘You ever think before you speak?’

‘No, not really,’ he replied and, somehow, that chipped a smile across Gabe’s husky features. Sealed the deal for him.

OHHHHHHSKSKSKSKEKEKSKENNOOOOOO DJDJDJRNT TBUT THE WAY INWKNESOEOENW I AM SO PIKACHUWU AT THIS. SEALED THE DEAL FOR HIM, JUST LIKE THE FACT THAT ANGEL, DESPITE HIS INABILITY TO KNOW HIS FUCKING AUDIENCE, ALSO DOESNT TRY TO FRONT AT ALL, LIKE HE’S A LOUDMOUTH AND HE KNOWS IT AND THAT JUST EARNS GABE’S RESPEXT RIGHT OFF THE BACK, LIKE ESSENTIALLY GABE SEES, “THIS KID’S TOO BOLD FOR HIS OWN GOOD BUT AT LEAST HES FUCKING REAL” LIKE IT REALLY IS SO SWEET BUT ALSO SO ANGEL TOO OH I AM SKSOEKESOSOSOSOE REALLY FEEEEEEELOGIFNFNFJFOTKT FEELING FEELING FEELING SO MANY FUCKNG THINGS ABOUT THIS

✷ He never gets any leeway either, no matter how high he goes. Angel’s made it to secretary now and still, when you’ve fucked up, you’ve fucked up. Bish has no problem reminding him, or anyone, of that.

He never gets any leeway either sksksksksksksks no but I feel like this is so fucking true for Angel his whole gotdamn life. Like the first thing I thought of was Ignacio and Angel, and like again, this could totally be me reading into shit that isn’t there but like i feel like Im detecting a slight hint of resentment under the acceptance? Like he’s resigned but he’s not at all happy about it sksksksksskskks bc EZ who’s kind of the golden child, and usually Good At Things without trying too hard like that mf figured out how to be a cold sonofabitch in prison without much help from anyone else gets all the allowances, while people tend to infantalize Angel, like mans is frustrated by that but knows some of it is his own making. Like I’m just fucking rambling but i feel like it’s such an interesting thing that is simultaneously a point of pride and a point of insecurity ??? Idefk, it just made me Feel and Think A Lotta Things among those things was me at the mention of Bispo’s name: cue that Acme cartoon duck gif, undressing KEKW

✷ ‘Hey,’ Bish appears behind him, halfway out the door, ‘I’ve changed my mind. I want bodies tonight.’

Angel nods.

‘Be back here at midnight.’ He holds his gaze. ‘No more fucking about, Angel.’

“I want bodies tonight.” Not me climbing into a canon, and shooting myself through the front doors of the clubhouse, emerging from splinters of wood and dust, taking off my helmet all, “did you say body? Bc cariño, here is one body you can have tonight”

✷ Sometimes, he misses Oakland. He even misses Marcus, of all people. The guy had the leash so tight, Angel never got in trouble in the first place, never got scolded for things, because he never stepped out of line. He didn’t know he could miss that until recently.

OH NOT ANOTHER BLORB MENTIONSKSKSS MY BOY MARCUS AND AGAIN I AM SO :EYES: LIKE ARE WE GONNA GET MORE MARCUS AKA CAN WE ADD MARCUS TO THE ANGEL/COCO/GABE PREQUEL, THE RUSSIAN-NOVEL LENGTH PREQUEL THAT YOURE GOING TO WRITE FOR ME BC THIS CHAPTER OF THE FIC CANNOT BE THE ONLY ANGEL POV THAT I GET, BC THAT’S HOW WELL YOU DO IT IMJUSTSOSORRY YOURE NOW CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED TO SUPPLY ME WITH MORE OF THIS OKAY

✷ He smiles back and tries to make it look genuine. Chucky has a real talented way of making things sound fucking weird.

‘You ever feel like you need an extra pair of hands around here?’ He winces as soon as he asks it, Chuck’s wooden fingers already up and wiggling between them. ‘Sorry, you know,’ he sighs, ‘you get what I’m saying.’

Oh CHUCKY SKSKSKSKSKS every single time, no matter how small or mundane, every mention of that man makes me cheese so much into my phone like it really doesn't take much but this had me ON THE FUCKING FLOOOORR IN STITCHES SKSKSKKSKSK the entire thing could be ripped straight from the show script, i've already filmed it in my mind's eye, every frame, every shot, i know what they're both wearing, i know what the lighting looks like sksksk like it's just so there

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Yeah, so like we agree, you’re gonna write another 12 books of Angel, pre-Mayans right? You are? Okay great, glad we’re on the same page bc :pepe lightsaber: I’m not asking

when the crows come home, 4

part one / part two / part three & ao3 link

angel reyes x gn!reader, part 4 of ?, 4588 words

a/n: screams. finally get to bring in some angel pov and some spanish AND some OCs. im chomping the bit - also theres translations at the end (thankyou @yourlocalspacewitxch​ love u)!

taglist: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @ashlingiswriting

Angel didn’t mean to fall asleep here. He really didn’t mean to fall asleep here. 

He was talking, no, you were talking, he was listening, for most of the night. Until you weren’t. Until you were asleep. Well, who knows which person went first, it doesn’t matter, really. He doesn’t remember. All that matters, is that he fell asleep in your bed, still dressed, and that was never the plan. He was gonna leave, back out the window and onto his bike before it got too early to be pointless. So much for that. Instead, he fell asleep like he was already home, with your TV flickering over him instead of his own. 

It’s still on now. He’s still in his kutte too, and he fucking hates sleeping in his kutte. Shit feels like sleeping on a saddle, rigid and hot, so hot, once he starts sweating under it. 

God, he hopes you haven’t noticed the sweating. First time you’ve shared a bed and he’s damp under his shirt, behind his neck, across his fucking brow.

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top 5 daxton moments!

BESTIEEEE such an amazing thing to talk about😌

Im sorry for replying so late😭I hope I wont miss any scenes!! Also this order isnt very accurate pls im so bad at ranking lmao

5. Devi ending things with paxton

OK SO I KNOW I KNOW ITS SAD BUT I LOVE IT!!! Firstly I love the fact that Devi plucked up the courage and finally told Paxton that she doesnt want to be a secret girlfriend go off! But also the angst! in that scene, I love it soooo much - Devi's face falling when Paxton tells her that he can't be her public boyfriend, him nodding along to her saying she understands bc I think he thought that she would still want to date him?? And then THE HANDSHAKE !!! LITERALLY THATS HOW SHE STARTED THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND NOW SHE ENDS IT IN THE SAME WAY (and you can see how less enthusiastic the handshake in 2x10 is) CINEMATIC PARALLELS FFS I CANT but thats not the end when she takes her hand back PAXTON'S HAND IS STILL THERE HANGING JESUS CHRIST (did he keep it there bc he was shocked or did he just want to hold hands with devi?) and then both of their reactions when devi leaves the garage just 🤧🤧

4. The car ride scene and kiss!!!!!

Do I even have to elaborate??? The song is amazing and the lyrics fit so well, the lighting, the tension, their glances, the street lights and neons that you can see a reflection of, THE KISS WHICH WAS PAXTON JUST GOING FOR IT AND WE ALSO GET TO SEE THEIR FACES AFTER THE KISS???? BEST CAR RIDE SCENE AND KISS EVER FILMED THANK YOU

3. THE CALL YOU LATER SCENE

So I know that everyone loves the rain kiss™️ (paxton was so insane for this someone arrest him) howeverrrr what about the post-rain kiss👀 paxton saying 'this was fun' and 'call you later?' and the softness in his voice😩 and he kisses her (again!!!!) and then he's reluctant a bit to pull back and the whole time both of them have smiles playing on their lips, still excited about the whole thing just ahhhh *ascends* also someone noticed that his tshirt is dry when he's leaving but it was soaking wet when he came through the window i hate them so much

2. the tutoring scene in 2x03

Look, first we got the puppy dog eyes when he's asking her to rap and she just cant refuse sksksksk and then she's being embarrassing and he just finds it amusing and teases her and THEY TEASE EACH OTHER, both of them looking at nalini like wdym when shes surprised that paxton wants tutoring AND THEN 'because we used to hook up' LIKE WHY DID HE GO THERE?? AND HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING BC HE JUST LEANS HIS HEAD BACK AND STARES AT DEVI WITH HEART EYES AND DEVI CANT HANDLE IT SO SHE JUST GIVES HIM A POP TART AND HE IMMEDIATELY STOPS THIS SCENE IS DAXTON IN A NUTSHELL PLS also side note this happens like a couple of days after the whole two timing fiasco so hes kind of supposed to be mad at her but he cant pls this man is so in love

1. paxton hitting devi with his jeep

First of all.... its kind of funny😃 no jk, he hits her with his car and then he keeps checking up on her and devi's just like "😐ok but did you come to the dance for me🧍‍♀️" skskqjslwjsk i love her and he is SO CONFUSED like "babe I just hit you with a car🤨wdym did I come to the dance for you..." another daxton in a nutshell moment😌✨ and then he looks so relieved when he says 'as your boyfriend' like ah this is what he wanted!!! For so long!!!

[yostresswritinggirl]

it seems boredom has taken over me due to the fact i have nothing to do but make up hcs of your universe reversal au, so here you go:

(im sorry if this is bothersome)

• if [y/n]'s va tries making a song cover of a romantic/love song with the character's voice, albedo would go overdrive and make an animatic centered around either: [y/n] x traveler or [y/n] x viewer (the other simps would also go crazy over both the cover and godly animatic ngl)

• childe would be the type to show and brag to his younger siblings about his genshin waifu/husbando/lover. teucer is usually his main listener, and he would feel prideful if teucer ever asks something about you out of curiosity or interest. definitely would go on a rant and word-vomit about how awesome and perfect you are.

• xiao's a famous and anonymous [y/n] x reader fanfic writer on tumblr/ao3/wattpad whose stories get very popular with the simps desperate for content

• zhongli bought a keychain displaying your chibi self from the official merch store. he keeps it dangling from his wallet's keychain holder (?) and is the prime reason why he remembers to actually bring his wallet sometimes. like, he's about to go outside to eat with a friend at mcdonald's or something; but he catches sight of your chibi self at the corner of his peripheral vision before he could so — and he's like: "oh hey it's my [y/n] keychain— oops, i also forgot my wallet again"

• venti would listen to [y/n] x listener videos on youtube. he might even go and commission someone for it (he might sometimes commission nsfw) (inspiration was taken from a past ask you received. thank you to the anon who gave me this idea).

• kaeya's a little shit in co-op and absolutely refuses to adjust/change his character (aka you). he's devoted to you and only you, even if your attacks aren't very effective on a particular boss/enemy (and even if said boss is immune to your attacks).

• though diluc isn't very involved with the fandom, he does occasionally look and scroll fanart of you (albedo's art usually). he may or may not have read and got hooked onto a [y/n] x reader fic (xiao's). he checks for updates once a week

• i hc that ganyu kind of has a hard time sleeping (she's overworked :(( ) since she usually pulls all-nighters, working on reports for her job. her body soon got used and adjusted to her terrible sleep schedule, so oftentimes during her day-offs; she has a hard time taking a well-deserved rest. sooooo, i think she listens to your theme song/voicelines (more specifically, the ones where you're all doting on the traveler or where you tell them to have a good night/rest). even better if your va has a relaxing song cover she could listen to and slowly fall asleep to. overall, GIVE THIS GIRL A BREAK.

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Okay, okay, ladybug anon I love you so much aldbaoakkw I love Universe Reversal brainrot so much and you're all so clever over it sksksksk

The VA thingy reminds me of either the ones Mihoyo made where Barbara or Amber interacts with the audience awww, or or they did a similar thing with Let The Wind Tell You collab with fanartists sodbksnso

I just imagined Childe bragging his imaginary waifu/husbando to a fuckin kid like a lonely degenerate omayghad

It's funny how if in this verse he is the top writer, it's divergent to the fact that @xiaowhore is the current top writer

THE ZHONGLI ONE IS THE ABSOLUTE CUTEST AND MOST ENDEARING TOO HFNBNF HE'S A GROWN MAN WITH AAN ANIME KEYCHAIN BUT THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM LOVE HIM TOO MUCH TO SHAME HIM

Venti VENTI would definitely be the type of person to buy Patreon subscription for those VA thingies and gives so much for their kofi account because they love it so much

I can definitely see Kaeya do this but but physical damage can do its work, and Kaeya can miraculously build (y/n) like 17k base attack, food buff, and then Bennett damage multiplier- he's a metaslave for his waifu/husbando

Diluc defo has an ao3 account that he keeps an absolute secret, but if you see his subscriptions, he has double digits of series and authors following

Ganyu bb :(( (Y/N)'s trailer music is much calmer than the demo so tnbee for example made a remix of it which has some of the nice dialogue mixed in, or someone made a 1 hour loop of the official stellar moment release. It's so effective that sometimes Ganyu really can't rest unless she's listening to it full blast.

Ah I love this, I love this all, this must be placed in both masterlists for everyone to see

[hausofmamadas]

GODDDDDDDD OKAY PPL NEED TO STOP WRITING OCs THAT I END UP BECOMING OBSESSED SITH BC IM OFFICIALLY OBSESSED WITH AURORA

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✸ Aurora stomps past him into the kitchen and begins to pull at the drawers, furiously in search of something. Maybe a knife or a meat hammer to kill him with after how he ‘embarrassed her’ at the police station

PFFFFTTTTT DJJD A MEAT HAMMER TO KILL HIM WITH, I AM FUCKING CRYYYYINGJDJD right out the gate, and you have me cackling bc like something about the fact that it’s a meat hammer is so specific, it could only be something thought by a SO

✸ He can’t blame them: she’s even more gorgeous now. Even now when she looks like she might murder him ...

ofc she is bc Javi knows, as I’ve known for over a decade now nothing in this goddamn world is hotter than a woman who will step on you for free

✸ “I’m what, Javi?” she snaps. “Infirm, feeble? Incapable of protecting myself? If you’re so goddamn scared that I’ll do something stupid, why did you decide to have a kid with me?”

OH HELL YES, GO OFF, GOOOORL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:!!:FUCKINGGGTTT YES, PUT THIS PATRONIZING-BUT-HIS-HEART’S IN-THE-RIGHT-PLACE MF IN HIS DAMN PLACE

✸ “First of all I’m not worried. Second of all, you’ve not been either of those things a day in your life.” That’s not true. He knows it even before he says it, that there was a long time in her childhood were she wasn’t able to protect herself.

Nothing like a bit of riveting and tragic backstory to really just hit me between the eyes like a fucking dodgeball that I did not, in fact, dodge bc I did not, in fact, see that shit coming

✸ “He was only 12?” He knew there’d been a kid peddling drugs involved but assumed it was one of the high schoolers. In his mind, he sees the boy that pointed a gun at him when he cornered one of Escobar’s men.

OHHHHHHHHH NOFICKFIGGIIFJRNEJEBWISISJW NO YOU FUCKING DID NOT JUST PUT THIS DETAIL IN THERE YOU MF LITERARY GENIUS, YOU IM— LIKE RHIS HAS BROKEN ME FOR SOME REASON!!!!!!!!!!!! I think it’s the attention to detail, the way you can tell writing jAvi is just in your bones, like ighhhhhhhhdheh

✸ “You’re my wife, that’s our baby, I’ve seen enough people die to last me a hundred lifetimes,” Javier lists the reasons, ticking them off one finger at a time. “A little bit of concern about your well-being is kind of part of the deal.”

Fuck, y’know my first instinct is to immediately say any display of concern is patronizing but when you put it this way........... that moment when I’m sitting here being like, oh am I the asshole? *shrugs* probly. Oh well KEKW

✸ “Funny, seeing as I’m not allowed to be concerned about my husband when he’s snooping around town, asking about those deliveries coming in on the water.”

“That happened once,” he dismisses.

“Twice,” she counters, “that I know of.”

OH👏🏽HELL👏🏽FUCKING👏🏽YES👏🏽 That i know of, bc Aurora is not only passionate and courageous, she’s also Paying Attention as in Not Deluding Herself bc she’s Not A Fucking Dummy unlike Javi, much of the time sksksksks shhhhhh javi, don’t cry bebe, you know i love you

✸ “Don’t you fucking lie to my face, Peña.” He knows he’s in trouble when she uses his last name.

SKSKKSSKKJSKD literally it’s like that same thing where when your parents call you by your first, middle, and last name, you know you’re completely fucked bc they mean BIZ👏🏽NESS👏🏽

✸ The sight of her full lips pushed forward drains what little self-control Javier had left.

Not me ksksks just sitting here cackling bc my first thought was, “what little control javi has”.... what would that be exactly, maybe more than a drop but less than a dollop aka not fucking much

✸ Javier pats the counter. “Get up there,” he gruffs. She hoists herself onto it, his hand at the small of her back keeping her from knocking over the salt and pepper shakers.

Idk why but the physical detail of the salt and pepper shakers is something that puts me so in the moment, I actually felt like the inside of my mind took a trip through a wormhole in the universe directly to this exact moment, as if it had actually happened in the show? Also the lowkey soft-dom way Javi instructs her to do that..... live surveillance footage of me reading that ➜ 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

✸ “Off,” he orders. He’s already been reduced to one-word utterances but when his love, his wife, pulls her top down and somehow manages to unclasp then throw aside her bra he forgets both the English and Spanish languages in their entirety.

STTTOOOOOPPPPPP SKSKSKS I AM HOWWWWLING SKKSKSKSKSKSKSKSDKJEKSKSKSJ HE FORGETS BOTH THE ENGLISH AND SPANISH LANGUAGES IN THEIR ENTIRETY nomination for Day 1’s mvp line of the day

✸ She leaves wet kisses along his neck and at the hollow of his throat, leaving sparks in the wake of her lips.

Oh now you’re just showing off you multilingual tropical fish bc the number of times I’ve tried to come up with like poetic or non-cliche ways to describe necking, this is my brain, fully just

So the fact that like you speak TWO WHOLE ASS LANGUAGES fluently or at least two that I’m aware of is making me shake my fist at the sky like an old man shakes his fist at those pesky youths playing on his lawn BC THE FUCKING SKILL RIGHT HERE GOD I COUKD ACTUALLY KILL YOU IF I DIDNT NEED YOU TO CONTINUE SUPPLYING ME WITH THE JAVI CONTENT I NEED

✸ “I still can’t believe you scolded me in front of the cops,” she mutters, face buried against his chest.

“Yeah?” Javier replies. “I can’t believe my pregnant wife inserted herself into an ongoing robbery.”

SKSKSKSKS what a fucking way to end the fic, finally telling us exactly what it was that Aurora did which is as badass as I was expecting after teasing us with context clues the entire fic sksksks also Javi, such a smartass, que sea un sabelotodo de lo peor, no puedo con eso😂

Infuriating

Narcos fic! It's been a long time. Written for day 1 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 1 473

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: angry sex

Warnings: smut, fighting, mention of narcotics and mules, implied chilldhood trauma, pregnancy

Tag list: it's been forever since I wrote for this fandom, so I don't know who to tag anymore

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Javier’s question is punctuated by the front door slamming shut. Aurora stomps past him into the kitchen and begins to pull at the drawers, furiously in search of something. Maybe a knife or a meat hammer to kill him with after how he ‘embarrassed her’ at the police station, though he can’t say he understands why a concerned spouse showing up to get their loved one home is embarrassing.

“I was thinking that someone was in trouble,” she says through gritted teeth. “A kid by the sound of it.”

“Aurora, you’re-” Javier cuts himself short, instead gesturing awkwardly to the swell at her stomach. She’s only just started showing and after the first time she set foot at the grocery store in a fitted t-shirt the Peña house has had to field more calls from nosy townspeople than the goddamn DEA ever did. He can’t blame them: she’s even more gorgeous now.

Even now when she looks like she might murder him, it’s a struggle to keep his mind from wandering into thoughts on the quickest way to undress her. Aurora straightens herself, spins on her heel to glare daggers at him.

“I’m what, Javi?” she snaps. “Infirm, feeble? Incapable of protecting myself? If you’re so goddamn scared that I’ll do something stupid, why did you decide to have a kid with me?” He puts a hand on his hip, raises the other in a ‘hold your horses’ gesture.

“First of all I’m not worried. Second of all, you’ve not been either of those things a day in your life.” That’s not true. He knows it even before he says it, that there was a long time in her childhood were she wasn’t able to protect herself. And he most definitely is worried about the two of them: his wife and the little girl that he’s seen in his dreams. Aurora’s face falls for a second. He almost goes to apologize for having, indirectly, brought up the past but stops himself as he knows she’ll only be more upset by it. It’s a mistake Javier has made before. Aurora picks herself back up, her brow returning to its pinched state and she huffs at him.

“I’m fine, baby’s fine, and oh,” she snarks, “the 12-year old that was about to get robbed by some asshole is also fine, thank you for asking.” Javier pauses.

“He was only 12?” He knew there’d been a kid peddling drugs involved but assumed it was one of the high schoolers. In his mind, he sees the boy that pointed a gun at him when he cornered one of Escobar’s men. Aurora huffs even louder.

“Yes, Javier. He was a little boy.” Shit. Javier rubs his eyes. They just keep getting younger and younger. First it was pregnant women swallowing balloons and now this. When he looks up at Aurora she’s got her jaw set in stone, arms crossed over her chest so tightly he’s tempted to say she’s hurting herself.

“You did good,” he admits, begrudgingly so, “but I’m still angry with you.” Her face contorts.

“Well, I’m fucking pissed at you!” She spreads her arms out wide, gesturing to the empty air as she closes the distance between them. “Where do you get off thinking you can scold me like I’m a toddler stealing cookies?” The anger, temporarily dampened by the realization that there’s a 12 year old moving drugs in Laredo, returns full force to Javier.

“You’re my wife, that’s our baby, I’ve seen enough people die to last me a hundred lifetimes,” Javier lists the reasons, ticking them off one finger at a time. “A little bit of concern about your well-being is kind of part of the deal.” Aurora steps forward. She’s so close he can see the gold in her eyes. How long has it been since they had a moment to themselves? The ranch has been overrun by out-of -town family for the better part of a week, and before that Aurora suffered brutal morning sickness. He wraps his fingers around her scarred left arm, even more tanned and warm from a long day in the sun, tugging her closer.

“Funny, seeing as I’m not allowed to be concerned about my husband when he’s snooping around town, asking about those deliveries coming in on the water.” Even as she makes the snippy comment, she steps into his arms though her eyes are hard as they meet his gaze.

“That happened once,” he dismisses.

“Twice,” she counters, “that I know of. Don’t you fucking lie to my face, Peña.” He knows he’s in trouble when she uses his last name. Back when they were with the DEA they always used each other’s last names, it was just how things worked. That shifted dramatically once she moved to the ranch.

“Don’t you fucking get in the middle of ongoing robberies,” he retorts. Her braid has started to come undone, dark curls falling around her ears and framing the sharp cheekbones. She pouts, saying nothing. The sight of her full lips pushed forward drains what little self-control Javier had left. One hand still around her arm, he brings the other up to cup the back of her head and presses his lips to hers in a harsh kiss. There’s no moment of hesitation, no pause where he thinks she might reject him and walk off in a huff. Aurora wrings her arm free from his grip and wraps them around him. He doesn’t even realize she’s pulled him along until there’s the low thud of her back hitting the counter, a grunt escaping in a pause between kisses. Javier pats the counter.

“Get up there,” he gruffs. She hoists herself onto it, his hand at the small of her back keeping her from knocking over the salt and pepper shakers. Thank God she wore a dress today. She’s still settling in when his hands begin to wander up under the skirt.

“You’re infuriating, querida,” he grumbles as he finds her heated core, covered by damp cotton. 

“Shut up.” She punctuates it with a bite at his neck. He cups her sex, feels blood rush to his crotch. He braces himself against the counter with one hand, the other at her hip. It’s a struggle getting her panties out of the way, with her shifting this way and that to tug them down and him so desperate to touch her that he can’t keep his hands to himself. She takes care of his clothes too, unzipping the jeans and shoving them down to his knees. She pauses to squeeze his bulge - big golden brown eyes staring at him. She’s still mad at him, though there’s love there too. Absolutely infuriating. His boxers join the jeans, erection curving up towards his stomach. Aurora takes him in hand and he groans from deep within his chest. Her legs hook around his waist, keeping him close, but even if he could pull back he wouldn’t want to. In fact, he wants more. Javier grabs at the shoulder strap of her dress, snagging the bra strap underneath it as well.

“Off,” he orders. He’s already been reduced to one-word utterances but when his love, his wife, pulls her top down and somehow manages to unclasp then throw aside her bra he forgets both the English and Spanish languages in their entirety. With her guiding him, Javier pushes into her in one swift motion. It’s sloppy, rushed, tinted with anger, desperation and the awareness that Chucho won’t be gone forever. Javier loves it all the same. Is grateful for her very existence as well as for how she clutches him in her cunt. She leaves wet kisses along his neck and at the hollow of his throat, leaving sparks in the wake of her lips. A familiar heavy feeling begins to build in his crotch and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to hold it at bay for long. Throwing aside the skirt that’s draped itself over her thighs, Javier reaches between them and grinds the heel of his palm against her clit. Aurora jumps.

“Shit,” she curses but he knows it’s a curse uttered in appreciation. His hand there is the extra pressure she needs and soon she’s shaking beneath him, building to her peak, and when she comes she flutters around him as her teeth sink into his shoulder. Another two stumbling thrusts and he follows with a growl and eyes squeezed tight as if his life depends on it. They stay there, wrapped around each other, as if they have all the time in the world.

“I still can’t believe you scolded me in front of the cops,” she mutters, face buried against his chest.

“Yeah?” Javier replies. “I can’t believe my pregnant wife inserted herself into an ongoing robbery.”

[oscar-lettjohanssonloveme]

Sleepless (Miss Venable x reader)

Good evening my dear friends (idk about the time where u live, but in germany its 11 pm)  :D This is random and kinda short, but you know, i wrote on mr. sandman pt. 2 today (which is really angsty) and I just wanted some fluffy thing so i wrote this sksksksk

sorry for my english.. ..yk, googletranslate the love of my life :3

summary: u cant sleep, and thats why you wake up ur gf

warnings: nothing i guess?

It wasn't unusual if you couldn't sleep at night. You weren't a person who needed a lot of sleep. Usually you just lay there and watch your girlfriend sleep. Mina was actually a very strict and disciplined woman and that you could watch her sleep was a privilege.

It was currently 2 a.m. From outside the rain pelted against the window pane of your bedroom, while the bright full moon lit the room pleasantly and you could watch the face of your sleeping girlfriend. And Mina could say what she wanted, but she just looked cute when she slept.

As so often, you braided the few locks of hair that were messy on her pillow and you knew she would probably be upset about it the next morning. Not because her hair would be even more messy than it was every morning anyway, but simply because then she would know that you hadn't slept again.

And while you were playing with her hair that night and watching her face twitch in her sleep because of what she was dreaming, you noticed that it was still not enough. You wanted to see her beautiful eyes, hear her voice, you just wanted her attention. And that's why you decided to wake her up.

"Mina?" You whispered softly, examining her face for any reaction, but nothing happened.

"Baby .." you begged a little louder again.

This time Mina hummed in agreement, still with her eyes closed, but better than nothing.

"Could you wake up for me, please? I'm bored .." you mumbled and put your hand on her cheek to use your thumb to smooth her pale skin. And a few seconds later your girlfriend finally opened her eyes to stare at you tiredly and frowning.

"What time is it?" She asked in a thick voice and grabbed your hand, which was on her cheek.

"2 a.m.."

"And how long have you been up?"

"For an hour? I don't know ..", you muttered and watched Mina roll over on her back and rub her eyes with both hands.

"You should drink less coffee, princess ..", she finally said and of course she couldn't see how you rolled your eyes.

"So what do we do now?" She asked as she turned back to you.

You shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't know .. tell me something beautiful.."

"And what?"

"Its your decision, be creative", you replied just before you turned around to turn on the bedside lamp.

"Oh come on ..", Mina grumbled reluctantly and you had to grin when you saw her screw up her eyes against the light.

"I can tell you about the book I'm reading now .."

"Isn't that some medieval novel in which a lot of people are brutally murdered..?" You asked with a frown.

Mina hummed in agreement as she began to comb through your hair with her fingers.

"And it's really  good .."

"But that's not beautiful ..".

"Then let me think for a moment ..", Mina sighed and actually seemed to be thinking hard about what she could tell you. And again you couldn't help but find her incredibly cute when she stared intently into your eyes and chewed on her lower lip.

"So .." she finally started and you had to smile.

"So?" You repeated.

"I have no idea if that's what you think of as something 'beautiful', but did I tell you about how I fell in love with my doctor when I was 16?" She asked with a wry smile and you shook quickly the head.

"No, but I want to hear it .."

"Well ..", she started and pulled the covers a little further over her shoulders. "As you know, I have been to various doctors because of my scoliosis and when I was 16, I got a new doctor and she was really hot .."

"Is that a kink?" You asked with a grin and she rolled her eyes.

"That's ridiculous .. I think I just liked her because she was the first doctor who was nice to me .." Mina explained and looked at you thoughtfully.

"Define 'nice"

"Well, she asked, if she hurts me when she examined me or something like that.."

"But that's more sad than beautiful .." you moaned and started to play with the hem of your duvet.

"As I said, she also looked good .." Mina added and you had to laugh.

"Nice and good-looking? You don't have many expectations, Mina .."

"Oh wow .." she muttered disapprovingly.

"You wanted me to tell you something beautiful and thats it .."

"Thats it? That wasn't that beautiful now .." you said and looked at her disappointed. Mina just sighed and closed her eyes again.

"It's two o'clock in the morning, you can't expect much from me. And if you didn't like it, then you can tell me something beautiful ..", she mumbled and you could hear her voice getting low at the end of the sentence and she was probably falling asleep again.

"But I wanted to hear your voice .." you pleaded as you grabbed her hand to intertwine your fingers with hers.

"Can you sing or something?"

"Princess, I would do anything for you, but singing is definitely not one of them ..", Mina, who had opened her eyes again, said and tried to suppress her grin.

"Hmm .." you thought and looked at her thoughtfully.

"You could also let me braid your hair, then you would have curls tomorrow .."

"But I never wear curls."

"But it would look cute .." you said, cocking your head.

"Okay ..", your girlfriend finally sighed before she sat up and you could climb behind her.

"Well ..", you started with a satisfied smile on your face as Mina sat between your legs.

"Can you get the hairbrush? If so, please give it to me ..".

Mina hummed in agreement and grabbed the brush that was lying on her dessert while you gathered her red hair in your hands to place it behind her shoulders. Mina handed you the black hairbrush and you started combing softly through her long hair. For a moment there was silence between the two of you, and while you focused on not hurting her in any way, you were afraid that she might fall asleep again. You suddenly felt bad about waking her up. Mina would never be angry with you about it, but it was somehow selfish of you to disturb her sleep just because you hadn't been able to sleep.

"It's getting more and more common, don't you agree?", Mina suddenly asked and refuted your fear that she had fallen asleep.

"What do you mean?", You replied confused when you started to divide her hair into three equal strands.

"I wake up more often in the morning with braided locks in my hair ..".

"If it bothers you, I can do something else to pass the time at night ..".

"How about sleeping?" Mina interjected.

"Not funny .." you growled and started to braid her hair.

"Is it a physical or a psychological problem that you cannot sleep? Maybe you should see a doctor ...".

"I dont know ..", you muttered. "There are just so many thoughts in my head that scream to be thought through to the end .."

"What thoughts?" Mina asked and you could hear the concern in her voice.

"No bad thoughts .." you said quickly.

"Just so many ideas that I have. And I'm afraid that I will forget them when I sleep and that's why I think about them at night ..".

"Okay .." Mina said quietly.

"You could just write these ideas down and think about them the next day .."

"Maybe that's not a bad idea .." you muttered as you pulled the elastic off the stalk of the hairbrush and wrapped it around the end of the pigtail.

"Or it is really because you're drinking too much coffee .." she teased you.

"It's unfair, you drink a lot more coffee than I do .." you moaned.

You leaned over to place the brush back on the bedside table, before climbing back onto your side of the bed and curling up in her blanket.

"You look beautiful ..", you muttered unintentionally when you looked into the tired face of your girlfriend, who now had a plait on her shoulder and was looking down at you lovingly.

"Do you think you can sleep again now or do you want to do something else?", She asked, as she lay down again and pulled your body to her chest.

"I think it's enough .." you replied and stretched your arm around the blanket to wrap Mina as well, while she leaned over you to turn off the light.

"Thank you .." you whispered in the dark against the fabric of her nightgown.

"You don't have to say thank you, Princess .. I actually didn't do anything ..", Mina mumbled and put her chin on your head.

"That's not true, you were awake and I was allowed to braid your hair .."

You heard Mina laugh softly and put a kiss on your hair.

"I love you, princess ..".

"I love you too honey.." you replied.

"Oh and by the way, do you think I'm nice and good looking too?"

"Oh shut up and sleep, you little dork ..", Mina growled against your hair and you had to giggle.

"Or I'll show you how good looking I think you are .."

[golbrocklovely]

my overall reaction to the first episode (i guess we can call it that) of snc's season one attachment series.

aka their newest video "Demonic Attachment at Canada's Most Haunted Fortress"

maybe this is just how i feel, but personally, i wish they wouldn't spend almost half the video just explaining the place they're at. i get it, it is necessary, but 9 times out of 10 it feels like filler and not interesting at all to me. unless there is some deep lore or something really terrifying happened there, i'm not interested.

maybe i was less enthused bc war history is like the boringest history you can tell me about. i just don't care lol

nonetheless, i give props to their tour guide. she definitely sold the story of fort henry well.

also as a sidenote, if someone could explain to me why ppl used to watch public hangings as entertainment, that would be great. is it like the same reason why ppl watch liveleak videos now? just morbid curiosity?

i think celina was a really fun addition to this video. i used to follow her on tiktok, but then her sleepwalking videos kinda got annoying so i unfollowed. but she seems lovely. and her brother was nice too, just chilling and coming along for the ride lol

so after them taking over 20 mins to finally get to the actual investigation part, here are some of my thoughts:

all of their equipment just immediately dying was definitely strange. but i think they have to also take into account that while it could be paranormal, it could also be from the fact that it was fucking SNOWING and batteries don't do well in extreme cold. so... again, something to consider.

also the cat ball... please stop using it. it's SO DUMB lol

kat freaking out and getting sick was honestly so sad. i've been in situations like that, or felt really anxious bc of something that (possibly) was paranormal and i know how overwhelming it can be. she should really go see a psychic (that for the love god isn't amanda) and get in touch with her spiritual side.

also as a side note... how come no one cared that kat was feeling sick? they literally were like "oh you don't feel well.... anYWAYZ" lmao

and that loud ass breath HAD to be one of them. i will not believe that that wasn't one of them. sorry. lol

also again side note.... how come sam never comforts kat when she's freaking out lmaoooo like, at least hold her hand dude. she's going THRU it and you're just staring at her sksksksks

so the stuff with the ovulis: it saying "laaadyyyy" was really funny. but then when it said sallie, i basically made the same face as colby. i was so surprised. that is very strange.

the radiator, while being super loud, definitely wasn't paranormal. it was just a loud ass radiator lol

so the flashlights... idk how i feel about them. while i do find them interesting and i'm not entirely sure how you would be able to control that type of thing going on and off, idk. it's not like the craziest evidence to me tbh.

haha sam said the name of the series. roll credits.

so during the estes method, i will say a lot of the answers they get are very creepy. and overall, i wouldn't be surprised if they had something attached to them from the sallie house. they definitely pissed something off there and taunted it more by sitting in the pentagram.

i also love snc do this bs all the time; hell, sam is the one that constantly tries to get a rise out of the spirits they communicate with... and NOW he's scared something got attached??? what did you expect? you don't protect yourself, and you try to get a reaction from things that are dark. i'm surprised they didn't get something attached sooner.

okay, so my overall rating of this first episode is gonna be like 2.5/5. i think it was definitely interesting, had some good moments, but overall didn't really feel scary and kinda just left me feeling bleh. it was fun to watch regardless. hopefully the next one is actually spooky.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

There's this one guy who comes into my job (let's call him Alex) and literally the first moment we met we just clicked like idk if it's bc he's gay and im gay so we had strong lgbt vibes from each other or what but he's so easy to talk to and he's funny and i wish he would come in more often bc i love talking with him about random shit. Like just tonight we talked about jackets and my earrings and then we talked about this new show called Harlem that he recommended to me but BASICALLY he's a gem and i wish he came in every other time i worked bc he's delughtful sksksksk