#TADA !!

[toastedpinata]

Hot & Heavy | Ava & Deborah | Hacks

[starbun-ikarys]

🥁🥁🥁Drumroll, please! 🥁🥁🥁

TA-DA!!!

I hope this wholesome moment was worth the wait! The entirety of it was inspired by @kyri45's ShadowPeach Bio-Parents AU! Nearly a hundred layers later this wonderful SpicyNoodle moment is done!

The flowers are intentional :3 though it was a brief search of info so it may be a tad inaccurate

[bagelboys-withcreamcheese]

[sunnycanwrite]

things that have happened recently in Wayne Manor:

Alfred removed all the curtains to air then out and discovered someone has been writing on them for years.

Cow shaped hooveprints were found on the hood of Dick's car

Cow shaped hooveprints were found on the hood of Jason's car

Damian decided to move out for a good two days before showing up again, and had been clingy since, weird

Tim found out he has a gluten allergy and has been in a one sided argument with Alfred over it.

Someone thought it was funny to hid every single mug in the house in Duke's closet it was not at all he opened it and a fed of the fell over and broke.

Cass fell asleep on the couch only to awake up in a completely different part of the house, her brother's fighting over what animated barbie movie to watch. They chose the twelve dancing princesses of course.

[niyafics]

: •̩̩͙ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 ⋆｡°  •̩̩͙ ໋:🦁

chap2 : wager

chap1 here!

frat!old money!paige bueckers x reader AU

˳ ⋅ ⊹ wc: 3k

˚ ⋅ ⊹ cw: swearing, golden retriever x black cat dynamic, kissingggg, daddy issues ( lmk if i miss something. )

˚ ⋅ ⊹(a/n): gonna try to bring the next chapter out quicker since this isn’t as long ty for waiting! :*

YOUR heart is in your throat at the scene. Paige in a stare down with her dad. Guessing from the silence, and thick tension, she was not backing down. Her minions watched in silence by the entrance, even the living room discussion fell quiet, listening in.

“Well don’t be rude, introduce us.” His crossed arms don’t fall, blue gaze averting to you. Paige halfway, pivots in your direction, looking for signs of discomfort that her dad was shamelessly trying to make wash over you. It was working. This was Paige’s ‘punishment’ you supposed. Embarrass you, and shame her. You blink back and forth from the group, to the floor, the only safe space from wealthy eyes at the moment.

“(Y/N). This is my annoying father. Bob,” Paige throws on an obviously exaggerated smile, almost talking through gritted teeth. She turns back to him. “Father, (Y/N), and we were just le-“

“No, please stay. I’d like to hear all about you.” Bob’s mouth is curled up in the corner, even though he obviously wasn’t amazed by you. The scan over your clothes, told you that. Paige’s friends are eager to chip into the conversation, as the tiny brunette speaks up, leaning against the tiled wall.

“Their story is soo, cute Mr. Bueckers,” All 32 of her white teeth are on display, in a Lululemon set, and shoes that look fresh out the box. An awful comparison to you. You start to wonder why you came, half debating sprinting back out the side of the house, and down the street without your shoes. You chew the inside of your cheek relentlessly. Sweat builds in your palm as she continues. “She was super drunk at the bar across town, and Paige went up to her to buy her another drink.”

Your mouth gapes in disbelief. She was blatantly lying, yet you choked on the truth. There was no point of saying anything, Mr. Bueckers wouldn’t believe you. Paige’s head flies in the direction of her, then back to you with a fire in her eyes, nothing but anger and irritation in her voice.

“Oh shut up, Kassie,” She spits out the girls name like it was poison, voice bouncing off the cold floor and walls. Kassie’s face scrunches in hurt, then hatred at you. You’re staring at her mug so hard, you jump when Paige grabs you and pull close. “She had one fucking dri-“

“Watch your mouth,” Bob’s voice is serious now. Pointing at Paige, as a warning. Your hand is getting gripped so tight, you think the blonde might snap it. Her mouth is pressed in a line, with words readily behind it. You were sure they weren’t good. “A bar across town, huh? When did you start hanging out there?” His arms are back folded. Your face is hot, as Paiges holds you captive, wrapping around your waist possessively.

“I’m a grown woman. I can go wherever I want,” She snaps back, Bob lets out a dry laugh shaking his head at her arrogance. “and any of you idiots had issues with it, you could’ve walked home.” She points to the three. The short guy with the mullet rolls his eyes.

“You ditched us for her.” He complains.

“And you were our driver.” The skinny one, a bit taller than Paige, chimes in, to finish the painting of you two as delinquents. They bicker amongst each other, agreeing. Bob’s face is growing red, he keeps his voice collected.

“I see, so are you often drunk at shady bars, (Y/N)?” His head tilts to the side, looking to you for an answer. This sets Paige off. She slams the seltzer cans that she got from the fridge for you both onto the white marble.

“Holy shit, we are out of here.” She almost growls, about to storm off, with you still under her grip. You hold your hand up, and it stops her. Paiges brows stitch together confused, holding her tongue, and letting you speak.

“I-I don’t really..” Nervous laughter sputters out of you as you try to find the words. Not wanting to correct him, or sound too defensive. “I had a long day at work and wanted a drink, that’s all. I wasn’t drunk, I drove myself home.” You push your shoulders back, finally regaining your grip. As you say you weren’t drunk, your eyes cut to Kassie. You can tell, even under the Botox that she was surprised you spoke up. Angry. Paige gives you a tiny grip as reassurance. It makes you even more sure.

Bob strokes his chin, listening thoughtfully. To your relief, he isn’t looking at you like a liar, ruining his child. He looks curious instead. He leans against the counter.

“Kassie, why don’t you and the boys meet with your fathers in the living room,” Bob waves them off, studying you, and his daughter clinging closely. “We’ll join you in a moment.” Kassie scoffs, and storms out, while the two follow behind her snickering. You finally can exhale a bit, as some hostility leaves the room.

“Where do you work?” He asks. You tell him the name of the restaurant and he lights up, a genuine smile from anyone other than Paige comes up, and you realize how similar they look.

“I love that place,” He’s less intimidating now. Paige lets out a tiny laugh in your ear, and a smile tugs on your lips remembering her saying he did. “Are you in school?” Bob goes on.

“I was,” You admit, with a slight sigh. “Taking a small gap year to..take some time off. So I can focus more when I get back.” Bob’s wrinkled eyes squint suspiciously at the mention of the gap year. You hold off telling him you’re attending the same college he’s an alumni for. And you’re hoping Paige doesn’t bring it up.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Says Bob, with a shrug. “As long as you don’t get too relaxed, right?” You nod in agreement. If only he knew, you were far from relaxed. You’re restless. Paige quickly gives you an odd look.

“Enough, dad, really..” Paige groans, starting to walk with you on the opposite side of the island, towards the steps that rotated up the length of the house.

“You’ll be joining us for dinner, Paige? You too (Y/N)?” He turns to you both, eyes studying his daughter with a squint of annoyance. “The chef will be here to start any minute. If you’re going to lead one day, you have to-“

“Yeah, yeah. Network. Whatever, I’ll be down.” She cuts him off, storming up the stairs. Eager to get away, Paige is halfway up already, disappearing behind a corner. You take one last glance at Bob, rubbing stress from the middle of his forehead, expensive button up sleeves rolled to his elbows. When you turn your head, to ensure you don’t miss a step, he calls to you.

“(Y/N),” You twist halfway around, listening for Paige to notice you’re not behind her anymore. His temporary warmth has left again, he’s all business. You think for a moment Paige looking that way. She’d hardly be able to hold it without that goofy smirk. Maybe that’s why Bob was agitated, leaning against his expensive marble cut countertop. “Don’t distract my daughter.”

“Yes sir..” Muffles out of your lips, as you think about what you’ve walked into. You stand there until Bob tilts his head, and dismisses you as well. You wondered why you did it. Respect? When you reach the top of the steps, and Paige is waiting for you, still running off defiance, based off the tension in her features.

“What the hell did he say to you?” It’s a low hiss out of her, as she trails you to her room. You would’ve been able to find it on your own. It’s the only door that isn’t a soulless eggshell white. There’s posters of WNBA players, and a metal ‘KEEPOUT’ sign nailed to the center.

“Nothing...” You shrug it off, walking into her room that smelled of woodsy candles and perfumes, she closes you both in with the scents. Clothes on the floor that were too expensive to be there, more basketball paraphernalia scattered on her navy blue walls, posters of girls from sports illustrated, and a toy hoop hangs on the back of the door. Your eyes can’t stay on one thing too long. From the 77 inch TV mounted, to the unmade king sized bed.

You notice your shoes and Paige’s from earlier, neatly placed by a closed walk in closet. About to ask how they got there, you pivot towards her. She’s face down into the white duvet screaming at the top of her lungs. The cover is so cushiony it absorbs it all. Rolling your eyes, you plop down next to her.

“Don’t tell me I walked into daddy issues.” You tease, rubbing Paige’s back, awkwardly. Comforting people wasn’t always easy for you, yet, this seems to do the trick for the girl. She wraps around your waist, pressing her face against your side.

“I don’t have any issues. He is the one with the issues.” She grits. Your fingers are now intertwined in her strands, it feels natural and right, you think.

“Tell me about it, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” She warns, but you hear her grin. “Seriously, dude, I hate all this college shit..I can’t wait until he just hands me this stupid company and goes away…”

“Hm, frat doesn’t end there, though,” You hum, staring at a random poster your eyes barely put together. You’re thinking about what Bob asked of you. Then you think of Kassie, hooking arms with Paige nights ago. You weren’t good enough to distract his daughter, is what he meant. He had just been nice about it. “You see your dad and his brothers…”

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me. I’ll be letting Barbie, dumb, and dumber ride off my coattails forever. Go Lions, and all that.” She throws up a sarcastic fist. You both chuckle.

“But, you work so hard to be in a frat, right? The hazing and stuff?” You look down at her, head now resting in your bare lap, still tangled in her hair. Paige can barely breath from how hard she starts wheezing.

“You think that guy let me get hazed? I told you. It’s what Bob wants..” She heaves herself up, you let her, thighs oddly cold without her. Watching Paige grab a palm sized plastic basketball, off a desk with a glowing gaming computer, and three monitors, displaying the same screen. She shoots it into the hoop on her door and makes it, but her shoulders slump in disappointment.

Staring at her, she reminds you of a kid playing alone at recess. Thinking of something consoling to say she brings you out of your mind, now standing over, you on the edge of her bed, that would make anyone feel small.

“Why didn’t you tell my dad about your…problem? You know how many strings he could’ve pulled for you?” Hands are on her hips, one brow drawn upwards. You look up shaking your head at her like it was a no-brainer.

“Why? So I can be a charity case for him to show off at some event of yours?” You scoff, looking out the only window with the curtains pulled back, seeing over the lake. Paige’s thumb caresses your cheek. It’s oddly even more intimate this time. No instinct to coil back. You wonder if she can feel the blood in your cheeks under her thumb.

“You are not a charity case, you’re on a cute girl scholarship.” She has that smugness pulling at her mouth again that makes you have to look away, to hold your firmness. You push back instead of getting defensive.

“Yeah, I’m sure they all think that.”

“End of story, I’m helping you. And we’ll be roommates this fall.” She sighs dreamily. Your features twist like Paige has lost it, but you’re holding back a smile imagining sharing space with her.

“That’s what I mean, you are just like your dad.” You want to slap your hand over your own mouth. Paige drops her warmth from your face, biting her bottom lip. She turns and slowly bends over. Fearing you overstepped you start to stammer out a ‘sorry’. Paige comes back up from the floor with the plastic ball, and your expression drops.

“Yup, super bossy. Now play me, best out of three.” She tosses the ball to you, and both your hands barely catch it. “If I win, I want a kiss.” Another dumb wink.

“Well, that’s not fair, you probably do this all day. Just say you want to kiss me..” You blow air from your mouth, Paige snickers.

“I don’t always make it.” She blushes. “Come on, stand right here.” Like usual, Paige doesn’t wait, she grabs you up and lines you next to her.

Embarrassed when you go to shoot, Paige rushes to adjust your form, and you let her. You take a deep breath, and concentrate, even though you don’t necessarily want to win. You weren’t going down without a fight

Shoot.

Miss.

Paige sucks in her breath, like it pained her to watch, collecting the ball from across the room, and returning beside you. You elbow her. You jokingly tell her to shut up, bumping shoulders playfully.

Even the shoving doesn’t stop Paige from scoring. It was to a bad start. You’re starting to get nervous about the thought of her lips, that’d been calling to you for hours, on yours.

You’re still thinking about the probable taste of her chapstick when it’s time for you to shoot again, and you miss.

“Ugh.” Arms drooping at your sides, ready to give up.

“So you forfeit?” Paige kiddingly gasps, as she gathers the toy again. You’re sitting on her bed yet again, this time laying back, letting it cradle you. It’s almost as if you’re sinking in.

“I mean…Unless you can’t make these two shots?” You roll over to your side to watch her. Paige steps back into position and makes another one, within seconds. You lay again, with your point proven.

The kiss, you thought, was a joke. Paige Bueckers thought it was more than serious. Within seconds of you accepting defeat shes leaning over you, soaking in the feel of you under her fingers. Like she wasn’t wrapped. around your frame earlier, lingering this time. Then her stare meets yours, neither breathing, unable to miss a minute from each other’s eyes.

“Can I..?” For a moment, the nervousness she had at the crummy lounge when you first met is back. Feeling out of air, even though you’ve barely moved, you’re still holding it when you nod and push out a hushed ‘yes’.

Paige is more than happy to indulge. Her mouth is desperate to explore your own, on impact. Like she’s been hungry, starving. Your heads move with each other, Paige relaxes slightly on-top if you. Gripping her back while she digs into your thighs, tongue exploring you for a taste.

There’s a soft wet sound followed, when she pulls away, to move pecks down your jaw. You were wishing Paige betted for more. Still holding her, not sure how you were going to close the door you just opened. You determined her chapstick was cherry flavored.

“You said a kiss..” You tease her.

“These aren’t kisses.” She protests

“They totally are.” You exhale, with a giggle. She’s grinning against your neck now.

“You want me to stop..?” You don’t reply, lolling your head to the side, giving her better access, as an answer instead.

“Cool.” She mumbles, continuing her work.

Her doorknob twists, and the lock stops it from fully turning. Paige lifts her head up, nostrils slightly flared, mouth firm, listening try at the knob. A rap against the metal sign posted outside it comes instead.

“Paige, babe, your dad wants you and your guest downstairs. Now.” It’s Kassie. Even through the thick door you can hear how pissed she is that the it’s locked.

You hate how you feel like you won some sort of secret game, looking back at Paige, from the door, with a hazy smile. She’s staring down at you unamused with the interruption, studying where she embraced you. Another knock.

“She’s not gonna leave until I come out..” Paige’s thumb and index finger pinch her bridge. “I understand if you want to stay in here, I can take you home after?” She gives you an apologetic pout.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m coming with you.” You cup her cheek. The waft of something savory is coming through the vents. “Smells good anyways.” Paige laughs, her face still looking apprehensive about the whole thing.

“Okay, come on, let’s get it over with.” She grunts, getting up, pulling you to your feet after like you hold no weight at all.

“After, you, Princess..” You hold out your elbow for her to loop into. Expecting her to get flustered again, you are instead when she takes your invitation, and kisses you on the top of your hair.

“I’m sorry about this..I know it’s a lot, hopefully you aren’t-“

“Shh..” She actually stops talking this time, running her free fingers through her curls. “Besides, I’m more entertained than scared.”

“Fair point.”

A small impatient fist is banging against the entrance again. You and Paige stare straight into each other.

“Yeah, let’s get our shoes this time.”

[haveihitanerve]

Be Afraid

Nightwing.

Honest to gods- Nightwing.

Horace couldn't believe it. He had Nightwing chained in his warehouse. His. When the boss found out they had Nightwing… oh it was going to be a fun night.

Terry moved, ripping off the mangled remains of the heroes costume. They had found out the hard way that the mask couldn't be removed, but that was only a minor setback. They could have some fun in the meanwhile.

Horace grinned as Terry cracked his neck, slipping brass knuckles onto his fingers. Nightwing lifted his head from between where his arms were chained to the ceiling, and, miraculously, smiled. It was more than a little chilling.

“Oh good,” He chuckled lightly. “You brought toys. And here I was thinking you guys’d be boring.”

Horace sneered at him, lifting his baseball bat. “You’ll regret that lip in a second.” He warned, as Terry drew back.

Nightwing laughed, a sound so at odds with the situation they all paused. “Oh undoubtedly.” The vigilante agreed, dazzling smile still on his face.

“Huh?” Terry frowned.

Nightwings smile didn't falter, tsking lightly. “But I think you’ll regret it more.”

Horace snarled, lifting the bat higher. “Regret what?” He snapped.

Nightwing shrugged, a remarkable feat seeing as his shoulders were literally pressed against his ears and most likely pulled from their sockets by this point.

“Touching me, any of this really.” He snorted, smile turning almost sympathetic. “You see,” He sighed, shaking his head. “My Dad’s got an awful temper when it comes to something that's his getting stolen.”

Glass shattered overhead and Horace barely had time to scream before The Batman landed in front of the blue hero.

Nightwing smiled cheerfully.

“Run.” 

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Alex Dimitrov, from "Love" || Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland, Dead Boy Detectives (2024)

[spideyhexx]

12 am thoughts with kit;

nsfw

Billy's nose nuzzles right against the curve of your neck before he smothers his mouth there. It's an attempt to keep quiet, to resist the urge to let out that strangled moan that's building in the back of his throat as he's burying his cock into you. He's not sure if he's ever been this deep, his chest flush to your back and his hips pressing so tightly to you, you wonder if he could bruise you like that. You wonder if he knows he's as deep as he can be or if he thinks by some miracle that could push his cock more into you.

You're sure he's mumbling something against your heated skin, but you can't make out what. He's not thrusting, but he hasn't finished yet. Billy's grinding himself into you like he's trying to write something within your very soul. If that isn't desperation, what else could you call it?

You finally catch the end of a sentence he rambles out, "...'m sorry, is this good?"

A laugh almost leaves your lips, but instead, a sharp gasp comes out when he shifts just right and muffles his oncoming groan on your shoulder.

"Yeah," you breathe out, reaching a hand behind you to nestle it into his hair. He's sweaty, his hair needs a wash desperately but you can't find it in yourself to care right now. Billy's hips buck forward at your touch and you moan together that time. He seems reluctant to stop trying to bury himself in you as he picks up a steady pace of thrusting, a hand snaking between you and the bed to thumb at your clit.

It has you arching back against him and he mutters something that sounds like, "I know, I know, honey," and ends with a few curses that tumble from his lips like he simply can't help them.

"I can't be quiet," he says, in a rushed tone that does make you laugh and he breathlessly laughs back, using his other hand to pinch your hip.

"You're doing just fine," you tell him, but he immediately proves that incorrect when you meet his thrust and he's moaning a tad too loud. Billy grumbles, both to himself and to your words, but pushes his mouth back to your neck. You can feel the way he smushes his nose to you and inhales, like even your mere scent helps him get off.

With quick jerks of his hips and swirls of his thumb, he brings you right to the edge and doesn't stop until you're unraveling around him. His words a jumbled mess, he buries himself to the hilt and comes right as the aftershocks of your orgasm sets in.

The shuddering of his body over you almost sends you over the edge again. The way Billy grunts and empties every drop he has into you is like he was made to do that. Made to give you his love in this way and he would suffer without it. When he calms, he makes no move to get off of you, his lips ghosting soft kisses on your neck and a relieved sigh causing you to let one out too.

[kendzytord]

GARNOLD!!

Here it is!

[the-evil-lovable-simp]

This one is from copying a pose that already exists⬆️

And this one was still looking at him, but making up my own pose⬆️

[077891st]

upside down🌀 downside up

[heyyesimtrash-whatofit]

A portrait of a boy torn appart by time itself

Marty McFly: the World’s First Human Time Traveler

(Rambles and alt-colors under cut)

For as long as I’ve loved Back to the Future, I’ve never done any art for it. Is part of the reason for that Marty’s dang hair and the fact that I could never get it right? Maybe. But! In light of me getting tickets to go and see the BTTF Musical on tour with my (equally as big of a nerd) father, I was hit with a vision and just had to draw it. So here we are, the boy torn by time himself, Marty “The World’s Coolest Loser” McFly.

Honestly very proud of this piece. I learned how to fake holographics in a 2D piece, render lightning, and draw Marty’s stupid hair all in the span of creating it and I’m glad to say I now have those skills under my belt. Expect more BTTF alongside my recent Gatsby obsession and slowly returning LSOH adoration. See you in the future! 🎸⚡️⏰

Non B&W photo version and Plain Marty cause I’m proud:

[harritudur]

it’s not that. i don’t want you to go.

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

october 1, 2021 4:15 p.m. grant's house

[juhani] hello? grant, can i call you tomorrow? it’s late.

[grant] no, you can’t. i know it’s 11 o’clock where you are right now, and i don’t really care. you answered, so you’ve trapped yourself.

[varpu, faintly] juha, if you don’t talk now, he will never call you back.

[juhani] i want to speak with you, of course i do, it’s just–

[grant] fantastic, because that’s what we’re doing. we’re talking! i have 30 years of stuff to get off my chest, and i'm sure you have your own piece to share. not sure where to start, but.

[juhani] may i ask you a question? what did you overhear at dinner the other night? are you upset i'm moving? is that it?

[grant] i mean, that stung a little after the whole “i’ll be around to build a relationship with you,” thing, but i gave you my express permission to go home, so it’s whatever. we are both adults, so i am not going to fault you for making adult decisions that improve your life. i'm more upset by you claiming you didn’t tell me about your plans or include me in the moving and wedding stuff and whatever because i'm difficult.

[juhani] that’s not what–

[grant] oh, come on. don’t kid yourself. you said it yourself, anything involving me is like pulling teeth. i heard it loud and clear.

[juhani] well, when i tell you things, you never react well. it always goes precisely like this conversation is going.

[grant] really? never? because i remember being pretty positive about your proposal and about you contacting me in the first place and about coming to dinner to acquaint myself with varpu’s kids and about meeting varpu a while back…

[grant] what i react poorly to is you leaving me out, you calling me difficult, you complaining about me in front of impressionable people, etcetera.

[juhani] i don’t want to leave you out.

[grant] that’s what varpu said, too, but i didn’t believe her, so why would i believe you?

[juhani] i have no idea how to interact with you. i've apologized to you, told you i regret the events of your childhood. nothing works.

[grant] do you regret it? because it kind of just feels like you’re doing the same shit again. abandoning me for your own self-interests. oh, and this time you’re replacing me with a brand new family you treat better.

[juhani] i'm not repl–okay, what would you prefer me do when you push me away? you told me i was difficult.

[grant] when did i say that? i mean, that's true, sure, but i would not say that to you. what i probably said that you’re misconstruing is that talking to you is hard because i'm not comfortable around you.

[juhani] and how long will it take you to be comfortable around me? i don’t know what else you want me to do. truly, i don’t, and it is not pleasant to be rejected endlessly.

[grant] well, i'd have to forgive you, but i don’t. if forgiveness was meant to happen, it would not be instant. you’d have to keep trying with me, even if i piss you off, even if i push you away. you’re my fucking father, it’s your job. you show up for your kid even if they’re horrible or annoying. you never turn your back on them. but, you know, you didn’t show up for the first 22 years you were around, so you’d have to try extra hard now to change my mind.

[grant] but honestly, i will never be comfortable around you. i've realized that over the last few days. i did actually think if you just kept trying, i'd relax and be less on edge, but nope. you could become an honest-to-god saint tomorrow, and i'll still be furious because nothing will make me understand why you couldn’t have been a decent person when i was a kid. like, when i needed you.

[grant] and i don’t get why you weren't. i don't. i'm serious. i can’t comprehend it. clearly, you have it in you to be a decent person. you love varpu's kids. you're fatherly towards them. you take them on vacation, you invite them to house and wedding venue tours, you tell them about and include them in your hobbies, you remember details about them, you smile at them without being forced, you go to their weddings and don’t flip out about them being queer even though you were viscerally disgusted with me when you found out–

[juhani] you shouldn’t bring them into this. it isn’t fair. and i've taken you on vacation before, for one.

[grant] i am being petty, but i think it's fair because i'm not shitting on them specifically. and yeah, okay, you took me on vacation once. you took me to finland exactly once, but i never met your family, and i remember nothing other than the plane rides.

[grant] and you shouldn’t do this. we don’t need to split hairs. you don’t need to crawl through that list of grievances and “well, actually” me as many times as you can manage. one vacation changes nothing. that does not erase all the times you sat there like a lame duck and ignored me or mocked me or let my mother abuse me. there is nothing for you to pat yourself on the back about.

[grant] nothing.

[juhani] so, what are you upset about now?

[grant] why?

[juhani] why what?

[grant] why are you like this? why were you a terrible father? why have no heart for me or my sisters? why did you save all your love for someone else’s kids?

[grant] oh, and how about cerise? you sure didn’t care about your bastard kids either, did you?

[grant] shit. i'm sorry. that just kind of came out. that’s not how i wanted to, you know, pepper that into this conversation. i was going to save that for the end.

[juhani] how do you know about her?

[grant] doesn't matter. it's a long story.

[grant] on that note, what is up with the secret daughter? how’d that happen? is she the only one, too, or should i be on the lookout for any other siblings? and hey, you only divorced my mother in the last few years, so you were cheating. how many times did you fuck around on her, and why would you? you wouldn’t divorce her because you were afraid of her, but apparently it's no big deal to cheat.

[juhani] grant, how can i answer you if you don't allow me to talk? cerise’s mother michelle is a doctor. your mother and i were both at a conference in detroit about healthcare outreach, and…

[juhani] i know it seems contradictory, given how long i stayed with your mother, but i was unhappy in the marriage. i met michelle there at the conference, and she was kind and intelligent, and i suppose the rest of the story should be obvious to you.

[grant] goddamn, man. i hate my mother, but that’s bold: sleeping with another woman right in front of her face.

[grant] did she ever find out?

[juhani] eventually. you remember how she was with the finances. she tracked all the money going in and out of the household. you couldn’t have one cent go missing without being accused of something, and she’d always blame it on some incident with her brother and start ranting about him.

[juhani] look, the agreement with michelle was that i'd stay out of her life and send child support, and she wouldn’t interfere with my family either. i used to lie and tell your mother the child support funds were going somewhere important, but she didn't believe me very long. she did finally question me and find out the truth.

[grant] and?

[juhani] in hindsight, her reaction reminds me a lot of the one she had when you lashed out at her during your graduation dinner. very little left her speechless, but that did. initially, i should clarify. she would go on to never let me live cerise’s existence down.

[juhani] and to answer your question, as far as i know, cerise is the only other child.

[grant] as far as you know?

[juhani] i cannot rule out further surprises.

[grant] jesus christ. my grandmother is right, all men are dogs, but you most of all.

[juhani] does it upset you that much?

[grant] again, i don’t like my mother, but if i needed any more proof that you’re more spineless than a sea sponge, this is it. you were so unhappy with my mother that you’d cheat on her, but you’d not divorce her when your kids were vulnerable.

[grant] you disgust me. you slept around and thought with your dick before you spared a single thought for the kids you let my mother abuse. or for yourself! fuck you. if you’re going to be that selfish, at least be selfish enough to prioritize yourself and leave the woman making you that miserable!

[grant] and now i don’t believe you when you say you wouldn’t leave her back then because you were scared of her. do you seriously mean to tell me it’s less terrifying to cheat on her than to just walk out of the house and never come back?

[grant] i did that, you know? when i'd had enough of my mother, i told her as much and then never spoke to her again. and guess what? wouldn’t you be so stunned to find out she’s never tracked me down, never tried to call or email to reel me back in? she left me alone after i told her to go fuck herself!

[grant] and technically, you know it's possible to leave her, too. what did you say about the divorce? that she just rolled over and let you do it and was fine with you just coughing up all the assets and dipping?

[grant] exhibits A, B, and C that she’s a coward, too. she thinks she’s the boss, but if you fight back hard enough, she gives up. you could have left her at any point in time.

[grant] god. oh my god. you stupid, spineless motherfucker. i thought i'd maxed out on anger. apparently not!

[grant] you really could have been a better father. you could have had your whole little life overhaul decades ago, and you could have saved the entire family so much pain. you, me, elizabeth, kelly…

[grant] i should have suspected as much, and i guess i did, but it's shocking to realize over and over just how useless you are as a father. i think it can't get any worse and then it does. you are a complete and utter failure as a parent.

[grant] this is why i can’t forgive you. you didn’t have to mess up so badly. but no. whatever you got out of the relationship was enough to convince you to sit there and watch my mother ruin all of us, and even thought you weren't happy with her, you got by with fucking other women and only regretted staying a billion years later when you noticed you had nothing of substance left in life but my mother. and that’s a pretty depressing way to live, isn’t it?

[juhani] i stayed because i thought we deserved each other.

[grant] with that attitude, maybe you did.

[grant] listen, i'll admit this, no problem. it’s no one’s fault that she is the way that she is. it’s not even yours. she’s abusive, and what she does to other people is her fault and her responsibility. she’s excellent, too, at convincing you to just go along with it and never question her. it's not that hard to get caught in her trap at first, and she will try her very best to break you. but at some point, you have to question anyway. at some point, you have to recognize you deserve better and do something about it.

[grant] but you didn’t. not until it was too late for it to mean anything.

[grant] i would never think i've done everything right, but in the end, i've respected myself enough to make better choices and do something about the situation i was in, and i've had to do that because the adults in my life weren’t responsible or organized enough to fix things before responsibility fell into my hands.

[juhani] you are a braver and a better man than i.

[grant] i'm glad i am, but do you know how exhausting it is to be brave all the time?

[grant] i am because you weren’t. it is entirely because you failed. you weren’t brave enough to give a fuck about yourself or your kids, so i've had to be brave my entire life. brave enough to survive my childhood, then brave enough to leave. and guess what? i don’t want to be brave. i just want to exist. and back then, i just wanted to be a kid.

[grant] just a kid.

[grant] i wanted to come home from school and play with my pokemon cards and hear my mom and my dad say, “hi honey! how was your day? we love you!" i didn’t want to live in fear of what horror would befall me each and every day.

[grant] fuck you. fuck you. fuck you. you stole my childhood. you stole elizabeth’s childhood. you stole kelly’s childhood.

[grant] you and my mother, but you could have done something. you could have given us our childhoods back. you could have done something! you should have done something!

[grant] you didn’t have to do everything right even. parents mess up, i know that, but you could have at least tried. the bar was on the floor. i would have over the moon living in a single parent household with a father who at least showed up to my hockey games if he wasn’t busy at work and gave me a hug every once in a while.

[grant] and you know what, you did more than steal our childhoods. because you couldn’t stand to sacrifice your comfort long enough to take care of your kids, we all have to live in permanent hell. i have to spend the rest of my life freaking out when someone walks up behind me or speaks too loudly or–god forbid–touches me! it took me years to finally learn not to flinch when someone high fives me! and kelly–i don’t know what she deals with, but i know her life can’t be peaceful.

[grant] again, i am not blaming you for what my mother did–i know she was not kind to you either– but i do blame you for not even trying to stop her or get away from her. you were an adult with power, and you didn't use an ounce of it. actually, you did use it, just not for good. you threw me specifically under the bus because it was easier to let my mother use me as a punching bag than you.

[juhani] you’re right.

[juhani] you’re right, grant.

[grant] i have nothing else to say, short of "fuck you" again. i think i'm done yelling at you.

[grant] no, wait, one last thing. what did you even see in my mother in the first place? what was so enticing about her that you’d stay with her so long and ditch your college sweetheart for her?

[juhani] i don’t know. i don’t know anymore.

[grant] i guess it was two people drawn to each other's misery.

[grant] great. well, that’s all, folks.

[grant] good luck with the new family. maybe you can make it right with someone else and enjoy a totally fresh start because you will never make it right with me, and i will never let you forget what you did to me and my sisters. and don’t lose varpu again, by the way. she is, like, far out of your league–so far it's not even funny–and you are lucky to have this second chance with her and to have a good relationship with her kids.

[grant] also, just so it's clear, i don't want to speak to you anymore after this. don't call me, i won't call you either, except in one circumstance. i'll consider it on the day my mother kicks the bucket. we can toast to the end of that chapter of our lives and hope that the haunting ends. because surely you have to feel a little haunted, too, right? i have a sinking suspicion that’s why you reconnected with me. you don’t care about me. you care about that fresh start, about making yourself feel better about wasting your life and fucking up everyone around you.

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My au of the outsiders is where twobit gets tired of johnnys dad beating him so he adopts him and then twobit dates marica and johnny calls her mom and they live happily ever after

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Design for Splendorman in an AU I'm working on. I love him <3