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I got silly and infodumped againâŠ
The fact that crystalised despite being the worst ninjago season by far- showed that for a long time now, possibly since season 11 has had his emotions turned off. Is crazy to me. Because I know Cole had a pretty okay moment with Zane about it and he ended up turning it back on in the same season or maybe even same episode I canât fully recall. But I donât know how mentally fucked these characters are or what- but I feel like no one stopped to think about that for enough time. Like Cole, heâs a very caring, affectionate, empathetic guy. Yet even he didnât really seem to register the implications this had for Zaneâs mental health. Zane is filled with so much emotional turmoil that he physically couldnât bear to feel anymore. And this group of traumatised young adults were like- âoh haha Zane, thatâs so quirky, thatâs so silly of you, haha relatable anyway-â Like duuuude I donât know if this is the writers wanting to avoid actually discussing mental health in a âchildrenâsâ show or if these characters have had such little emotional awareness and support through their lives, almost dying everyday since they were teenagers that they are so desensitised to the horrors tm that they literally cannot tell when someone is basically holding a sign over their head saying âI NEED SERIOUS HELP.â
That kinda says a lot about Sensei wu, doesnât it? I mean heâs great we Stan- but he did kinda adopt a bunch of struggling teenagers and burden them with saving the world and then allowed them to put themselves in harms way for years, without ever sitting them down and asking them if they were okay, emotionally? Like I donât know if this happened and I didnât see it or if it was implied to happen off screen but I really doubt wu was any sort of a support system for these guys that treated him like a father figure. Â
Maybe itâs because this cycle of pain goes back to wu as well, because heâs not the most stable person in the world either, but idk it feels crazy to me that these people that were basically family. Just- never checked in on eachothers well being or looked out for each others mental issues.
I mean they never really got a break and when they did- hell the only reason season 11 happened was because wu, so obsessed with the ninja being in tip top condition urged them to do something, which led these idiots to unleashing Aspheera and then ended up with probably the worst fate you could wish upon a Lego, for Zane. Seriously the fact they turned the ice emperor thing into a joke is so tone deaf to me like if this happened to your friend. In real life, (just suspend disbelief for a second) you would be absolutely GUTTED. Youâd probably feel SO BAD. And that person? Probably canât function like a normal individual anymore. Probably needs serious therapy.  Not a joke.
I donât hate wu, I never did. But I just think heâs been very irresponsible with the way heâs handled his students and while heâs wise in some aspects 70% of problems in the show couldâve been avoided if this old man valued communication.
And if this isnât based on the characters flaws. And itâs Lego refusing to discuss mental illness and mental health. COME ON LEGO IT WOULD EDUCATE YOUR YOUNG AUDIENCE ON PTSD, ANXIETY AND HOW TO HEALTHILY DEAL WITH YOUR PROBLEMS. Because right now, if you wanna deal with issues the ninja way, YOU BURY THEM AND TAKE THEM TO THE GRAVE AND YOU NEVER COMPLAIN OR REST.
All I want is at least one episode where itâs not all about the current bad guy or plot and itâs just about the ninja actually confiding in one another and trying to help their friends out. Maybe Zane or Lloyd finally snap and have a full mental breakdown and the only way to deal with it is for them to actually talk about it and work it out. Iâm sure you can make a compelling episode with that in mind. Theyâve tried to address mental health in the show with Lloyds anxiety arc thing in DR they need to do better.
We need a scene in DR where Zane and Frohicky are at the monastery while the other ninja are doing stuff, (maybe Iâll work out the details more and write something on this) and something happens where all the pain and trauma and just, awfulness just builds up in Zaneâs mind and he just. Has a moment where he cracks. And he stops working on whatever heâs working on. And Frohicky notices the shift in the air and suddenly his entire demeanour changes and he comes over concerned and Zane is standing there or kneeling and Frohicky puts his hand on his shoulder and asks. âAre you okay?â And Zane just doesnât know how to respond. He tries to shake everything off but he canât, heâs never been asked that before. And Frohicky starts babbling on trying to help him and offers to get him set up so he can rest, and Zane doesnât have the strength to object or the will to say anything and heâs just like.
âI.. donât know.â In a final response to the previous question.Â
And itâs just a scene where Zane accepts Frohickys gesture of kindness. And while not everything is fixed obviously. You can slowly see the tension leaving him.
Because it matters if someone asks you if youâre okay. It reaches into the darkest place and offers a hand saying âIâll listen.â And that could genuinely change someoneâs life.
#ninjago zane#zane ninjago#zane julien#lego ninjago#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#dragons rising ninjago#Reposting this after deleting the last time I tried to post this because I posted it on the wrong day lol#just my unorganised thoughts#I actually decided to start writing that scene I described so when thatâs finished Iâll post it#As always feel free to reblog or comment with your opinion/take on the conversation!#ofc no hate tho I do this out of immense love for the series#unless you wanna hate Misako
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Thank you for these excellent additions. Mine was not as organized as you added in even more of what I saw/felt.
I keep going back to the first two episodes, which I feel lay out this problem for us pretty clearly.
Joke on his own has been isolated in his own family. He sees the structures of power and privilege for what they are because while heâs grown up within them heâs denied access because heâs ânot as smartâ and âwasting his life.â And he takes on a mantle of justice as Joker. He steals only from the wealthy and the terrible who exploit others. He has a moral code but it doesnât actually help anyone. As he will tell Hoy and Tattoo the first time they ask him to pull a heist with them, he works alone.
Then he meets young Jack. Jack when we meet him is full of love for his community. He has dreams of using a collective education center to better the opportunities for the neighborhood and the villagers that are cut off to him. Itâs that dream and that optimism and that love for his community that draws Joke in to Jack and makes him want to help him with the bank heist. Jokeâs mission to do something now has a focus. And he helps.
But the help is false and based on a lie and because Joke isnât working with Jack. Heâs doing this for him. Joke isnât part of the community at this point but a benevolent benefactor. And that benevolence turns on them when the police go after Jack.
And itâs then that Joke makes his first actual sacrifice, in order to attempt to save Jack, by confessing to his crimes, taking responsibility and going to prison in hopes that Jack and his dream can be saved.
But Jack is left in a whole different prison of Bossâs making. Because Boss doesnât just refuse to be in community with the neighborhood and the villagers, he actively works to isolate them. In holding things that people value personally, he keeps the villagers focused on themselves. He does this with all the men that work for him but particularly with Jack, Hope and Save who all do wild things for him at various points because of what he holds over them.
Jack still tries to help the community but to his own detriment and alone. Ama has to remind him to take care of himself as well. To not just give himself away totally and by himself.
When Joke gets out of prison and finds this cold, isolated Jack, Joke is understandably heartbroken. It was Jackâs deep love and commitment to his community that Joke first fell in love with. Heâs devastated to find that man is gone.
They told us from the start where this story was going. But then as @respectthepetty laid out, this is a version of Journey to the West (which I canât unsee now) and if you enjoy other Journey to the West retellings (like One Piece) then the continue commitment to community and working together to face down what feel like insurmountable odds against a system designed to tear you apart is part of the journey to bettering yourself and others.
The focus on community as the answer really comes from Ama, Toi Ting, Hoy and Auntie Nang. Theyâre the ones that end up holding the through line even when other characters get lost.
If you were looking for a revenge narrative, this could never actually be that because that was Bossâs storyline all along. He was the one on a revenge track and we saw how far it took him. His need to gain power for vengeance had him playing the game the Four Horsemen wanted him to all along. Even his sister begging him to try a different way could not sway him.
Also, a very interesting through-line that exists as much about the scars suicide leaves and that there is no actual atonement in martyrdom.
Thatâs why the show ends in their community center with everyone present and being in community. Because thatâs how they managed to save themselves. And they need to remain in community because itâs the only way to survive the games of the four horsemen.
At the end of the day, Jack & Joker was a story about turning to community instead of going solo. It was about returning Jack to his original dreams of uplifting his community. It was about Joke uncovering what it means to be in community when his family was never in community with him so he didnât know.
It took everyone truly banding together to make sure they all made it out alive. Any time our motley crew of heroes tried to go it alone or make an individual plan work, it failed.
Aran was able to rally the villagers to community in the end. And it helped.
Ultimately, it was vindictiveness and bitterness that lead Boss to turn on the villagers. Instead of being in community, Boss turned on the villagers like the Four Horsemen did to his own family. While Nang built community at her shrine, Boss wrecked community wherever he went. He wanted to amass power to take down The Four Horsemen. He was so laser focused, so desperate, he missed the game they were playing with him all along.
And isnât that too often the tragedy. Weâre so focused on winning we miss the game is rigged and we canât go solo.
#I loved Jack and Joker#but it is very much a narrative for a collectivist mindset instead of an individualistic one#collectivist community and mutual aid are the only way forward#jack & joker#jack & joker: u steal my heart!
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Anyways very funny to see food allergy posting on our dash. We've recently learned there's a decent chance we're either sensitive or allergic to capsaicin, the thing that makes food spicy, which is very very funny to us specifically because we recently spent several weeks in Germany and spent the whole time halfway to starving to death because they didn't have anything Spicy and we are now discovering that apparently spice is "hostile to our body" and "not something we should be eating" despite it being a staple of our diet for most of our life
#we speak#we are not cutting it out of our diet btw. we would not survive. if we don't eat enough allergens in a week we will starve to death#fun fact as a small child we thought something which we now realize isnt even spicy was Mouth Burning Hot#which in hindsight should have been a sign however we continued to eat it regardless#anyways we feel connected to that one guy who assumed everyone was willing to suffer for their potato passions#but it's âapparently this is not the normal level of being willing to suffer for your spice passionsâ#if our throat feels puffy after shovelling a whole dish of curry down our gaping maw then that is the price we must pay for hubris#we assume the spice allergy comes from the side of our family currently living in germany btw#all love to them. we literally cannot spend too much time in germany or england because the food is too bland#the two weeks we spent watching their kid during carnivale would have killed us if we didn't find that indian place in amsterdam after#lamb vindaloo save us. save us lamb vindaloo.#this is possibly only funny to us btw. something something âdiversity win the person who actively plans travel based on available spiceâ#âis allergic to the chemical that makes food spicyâ#actually we can make a better joke about this hold on we need to make a better post
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Y'know, there's this gripe I've had for years that really frustrates me, and it has to do with Love, Simon and people joking about it and calling it too-pg and designed-for-straight-people and all the like. (A similar thing has happened to Heartstopper, but that's another conversation.)
I saw Love, Simon in theaters when it came out my senior year in high school. I saw it three times, once with my friends/parents on opening night, once with my brother over spring break, and once with my grandparents.
On opening night, the air in the room was electric. It was palpable. Half the heads in there were dyed various colors. Queer kids were holding hands. We were all crying and laughing and cheering as a group. My friends grabbed my hands at the part where Simon was outed and didn't let go until his parents were saying that they accepted him. My friend came out to me as non-binary. Another person in our group admitted that she had feelings for girls. It was incredible. I left shaking. This was the first mainstream queer romance movie that had ever been produced by one of the main five studios, and I know that sounds like another "first queer character from Disney" bit but you have to understand that even in 2018 this was groundbreaking. Getting to have a sweet queer rom-com where the main character was told that he got "to breathe now" after coming out meant so much to me and my friends.
But also, from a designed-for-straight-people POV (which, to be frank, it was written by a bisexual author and directed by a gay man, this was not designed for straight audiences), why is it a bad thing that it appealed to the widest possible audience? That it could make my parents and grandparents see things in a new light? My stepdad wasn't at all interested in rom-coms but he saw it with me because it was something I cared about and he hugged me when we came out of the theater. My very Catholic grandparents watched it with me and though my grandpa said he still didn't quite understand the whole 'gay thing,' all he wanted was for me to be happy and to have a happy ending like Simon did. My Nana actually cried when Simon came out and squeeze my hand when his mother told him he could breathe.
And when Martin blackmailed Simon, my mom, badass ally that she is, literally hissed "Dropkick him. Dropkick him in the balls" leading to multiple queer kids in the audience to laugh or smile. Having my parents there- the only parents, by the way, out of my group of queer and questioning friends- made multiple people realize that supportive adults were out there. That parents like those in Love, Simon do exist in real life.
When people complain about Heartstopper not being realistic or Love, Simon being too cutesy, I remember seeing Love, Simon on opening night. I remember my friend coming out and my stepdad hugging me and my mom defending us through this character. I remember the cheers that went through the audience when Bram and Simon kissed and the chatter in the foyer after the movie was over and the way that this movie made me understand that happy endings do exist.
Queer kids need happy endings. Straight people need entry points to becoming allies. Both of these things can come together in beautiful ways. They can find out about more queer culture later, but for now, let them have this. Let them all have a glimpse at a better, happier world. Let them have queer joy.
#love simon#simon vs thsa#simon spier#spierfeld#bram greenfeld#my experiences#meta#the importance of queer joy#heartstopper#becky albertalli#my mom also watched rwrb with me last year when it premiered#and let me tell you that was interesting sitting in the room with her for an r-rated romance movie like that
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hiii princess i hope you can find inspiration in this one :)
bunny!reader getting all wet and horny after she gets all cocky and can think she can arm wrestle him. him winning so easily is hot and he notices she likes it and starts teasing her and fucks her
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the best time to get silly with rafe would be after he smokes, which is why he has no problem stubbing out his joint with a smirk when you scooch up infront of him all giggly asking ârafey can we arm wrestle?â
âyou really think thatâs wise?â the smirk carries into his tone of voice as he adjusts himself in his seat, spreading his legs a little wider, arms folded casually over himself.
âi just think i can beat you.â you tilt your head mischievously, suppressing your laugh as he stares you down.
âoh really? alrightâŠâ he sits forward, seemingly going with the joke in good nature. rafe licks his lips, and positions his elbow on the small table between you, lightly slapping his bicep twice in gesture. âlets uh⊠letâs see it then.â
you feel all girlish and shy when you place your smaller, manicured hand into his larger, manlier one. he gets to adjusting the stance of your elbow, muttering something about not wanting to âbreak your damn armâ, before gripping your hand readily.
ââkay, three two one, go.â you sing, grinning before putting all of your strength into trying to pin his arm down. unsurprisingly, his arm doesnât move.
âare you actually trying?â he drawls, cocky as ever. you grit your teeth, throwing your weight more into your arm as you struggle in your seat. heâs not making any effort to pin you down, but not making any effort to hold you back either.
âsânot fair.â you strain, and he huffs out a quiet laugh before gently bringing your arm downâ beating you. âlemme use my other arm.â
after three solid attempts, youâre pouting and your arm is sore â but you canât help but feel effected by his casual display of strength. as you stare him down, all sulky and needy â heâs reclining in his seat, satisfied.
âyou finished?â he sarks, not particularly expecting an answer. gently you scooch over, hand resting on his belt â and no words are needed once you look up at him. âyeah? itâs want want want with you, huh?â he complains, but slowly, he begins to undo his belt with one hand. the nonchalant skilfulness has you tightening your thighs together. âso what do you want? specifically?â he tries to sound bored, but you can already tell heâs hardening in his boxers.
âwanna suck it.â you mewl quietly, no louder than needed for him to hear you. he scoffs, standing above you to pull his belt from its loops all together.
âalright well uhâ iâll do you one better. why donât you run along and grab that plug youâre so obsessed with and bend over for me. i got time today, so youâre getting double stuffed.â
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Why reblog machine-generated art?
When I was ten years old I took a photography class where we developed black and white photos by projecting light on papers bathed in chemicals. If we wanted to change something in the image, we had to go through a gradual, arduous process called dodging and burning.
When I was fifteen years old I used photoshop for the first time, and I remember clicking on the clone tool or the blur tool and feeling like I was cheating.
When I was twenty eight I got my first smartphone. The phone could edit photos. A few taps with my thumb were enough to apply filters and change contrast and even spot correct. I was holding in my hand something more powerful than the huge light machines I'd first used to edit images.
When I was thirty six, just a few weeks ago, I took a photo class that used Lightroom Classic and again, it felt like cheating. It made me really understand how much the color profiles of popular web images I'd been seeing for years had been pumped and tweaked and layered with local edits to make something that, to my eyes, didn't much resemble photography. To me, photography is light on paper. It's what you capture in the lens. It's not automatic skin smoothing and a local filter to boost the sky. This reminded me a lot more of the photomanipulations my friend used to make on deviantart; layered things with unnatural colors that put wings on buildings or turned an eye into a swimming pool. It didn't remake the images to that extent, obviously, but it tipped into the uncanny valley. More real than real, more saturated more sharp and more present than the actual world my lens saw. And that was before I found the AI assisted filters and the tool that would identify the whole sky for you, picking pieces of it out from between leaves.
You know, it's funny, when people talk about artists who might lose their jobs to AI they don't talk about the people who have already had to move on from their photo editing work because of technology. You used to be able to get paid for basic photo manipulation, you know? If you were quick with a lasso or skilled with masks you could get a pretty decent chunk of change by pulling subjects out of backgrounds for family holiday cards or isolating the pies on the menu for a mom and pop. Not a lot, but enough to help. But, of course, you can just do that on your phone now. There's no need to pay a human for it, even if they might do a better job or be more considerate toward the aesthetic of an image.
And they certainly don't talk about all the development labs that went away, or the way that you could have trained to be a studio photographer if you wanted to take good photos of your family to hang on the walls and that digital photography allowed in a parade of amateurs who can make dozens of iterations of the same bad photo until they hit on a good one by sheer volume and luck; if you want to be a good photographer everyone can do that why didn't you train for it and spend a long time taking photos on film and being okay with bad photography don't you know that digital photography drove thousands of people out of their jobs.
My dad told me that he plays with AI the other day. He hosts a movie podcast and he puts up thumbnails for the downloads. In the past, he'd just take a screengrab from the film. Now he tells the Bing AI to make him little vignettes. A cowboy running away from a rhino, a dragon arm-wrestling a teddy bear. That kind of thing. Usually based on a joke that was made on the show, or about the subject of the film and an interest of the guest.
People talk about "well AI art doesn't allow people to create things, people were already able to create things, if they wanted to create things they should learn to create things." Not everyone wants to make good art that's creative. Even fewer people want to put the effort into making bad art for something that they aren't passionate about. Some people want filler to go on the cover of their youtube video. My dad isn't going to learn to draw, and as the person who he used to ask to photoshop him as Ant-Man because he certainly couldn't pay anyone for that kind of thing, I think this is a great use case for AI art. This senior citizen isn't going to start cartooning and at two recordings a week with a one-day editing turnaround he doesn't even really have the time for something like a Fiverr commission. This is a great use of AI art, actually.
I also know an artist who is going Hog Fucking Wild creating AI art of their blorbos. They're genuinely an incredibly talented artist who happens to want to see their niche interest represented visually without having to draw it all themself. They're posting the funny and good results to a small circle of mutuals on socials with clear information about the source of the images; they aren't trying to sell any of the images, they're basically using them as inserts for custom memes. Who is harmed by this person saying "i would like to see my blorbo lasciviously eating an ice cream cone in the is this a pigeon meme"?
The way I use machine-generated art, as an artist, is to proof things. Can I get an explosion to look like this. What would a wall of dead computer monitors look like. Would a ballerina leaping over the grand canyon look cool? Sometimes I use AI art to generate copyright free objects that I can snip for a collage. A lot of the time I use it to generate ideas. I start naming random things and seeing what it shows me and I start getting inspired. I can ask CrAIon for pose reference, I can ask it to show me the interior of spaces from a specific angle.
I profoundly dislike the antipathy that tumblr has for AI art. I understand if people don't want their art used in training pools. I understand if people don't want AI trained on their art to mimic their style. You should absolutely use those tools that poison datasets if you don't want your art included in AI training. I think that's an incredibly appropriate action to take as an artist who doesn't want AI learning from your work.
However I'm pretty fucking aggressively opposed to copyright and most of the "solid" arguments against AI art come down to "the AIs viewed and learned from people's copyrighted artwork and therefore AI is theft rather than fair use" and that's a losing argument for me. In. Like. A lot of ways. Primarily because it is saying that not only is copying someone's art theft, it is saying that looking at and learning from someone's art can be defined as theft rather than fair use.
Also because it's just patently untrue.
But that doesn't really answer your question. Why reblog machine-generated art? Because I liked that piece of art.
It was made by a machine that had looked at billions of images - some copyrighted, some not, some new, some old, some interesting, many boring - and guided by a human and I liked it. It was pretty. It communicated something to me. I looked at an image a machine made - an artificial picture, a total construct, something with no intrinsic meaning - and I felt a sense of quiet and loss and nostalgia. I looked at a collection of automatically arranged pixels and tasted salt and smelled the humidity in the air.
I liked it.
I don't think that all AI art is ugly. I don't think that AI art is all soulless (i actually think that 'having soul' is a bizarre descriptor for art and that lacking soul is an equally bizarre criticism). I don't think that AI art is bad for artists. I think the problem that people have with AI art is capitalism and I don't think that's a problem that can really be laid at the feet of people curating an aesthetic AI art blog on tumblr.
Machine learning isn't the fucking problem the problem is massive corporations have been trying hard not to pay artists for as long as massive corporations have existed (isn't that a b-plot in the shape of water? the neighbor who draws ads gets pushed out of his job by product photography? did you know that as recently as ten years ago NewEgg had in-house photographers who would take pictures of the products so users wouldn't have to rely on the manufacturer photos? I want you to guess what killed that job and I'll give you a hint: it wasn't AI)
Am I putting a human out of a job because I reblogged an AI-generated "photo" of curtains waving in the pale green waters of an imaginary beach? Who would have taken this photo of a place that doesn't exist? Who would have painted this hypersurrealistic image? What meaning would it have had if they had painted it or would it have just been for the aesthetic? Would someone have paid for it or would it be like so many of the things that artists on this site have spent dozens of hours on only to get no attention or value for their work?
My worst ratio of hours to notes is an 8-page hand-drawn detailed ink comic about getting assaulted at a concert and the complicated feelings that evoked that took me weeks of daily drawing after work with something like 54 notes after 8 years; should I be offended if something generated from a prompt has more notes than me? What does that actually get the blogger? Clout? I believe someone said that popularity on tumblr gets you one thing and that is yelled at.
What do you get out of this? Are you helping artists right now? You're helping me, and I'm an artist. I've wanted to unload this opinion for a while because I'm sick of the argument that all Real Artists think AI is bullshit. I'm a Real Artist. I've been paid for Real Art. I've been commissioned as an artist.
And I find a hell of a lot of AI art a lot more interesting than I find human-generated corporate art or Thomas Kincaid (but then, I repeat myself).
There are plenty of people who don't like AI art and don't want to interact with it. I am not one of those people. I thought the gay sex cats were funny and looked good and that shitposting is the ideal use of a machine image generation: to make uncopyrightable images to laugh at.
I think that tumblr has decided to take a principled stand against something that most people making the argument don't understand. I think tumblr's loathing for AI has, generally speaking, thrown weight behind a bunch of ideas that I think are going to be incredibly harmful *to artists specifically* in the long run.
Anyway. If you hate AI art and you don't want to interact with people who interact with it, block me.
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meet the piastris
oscar piastri x reader
warnings - pregnancy, children (is this a warning idk maybe), this is disgustingly fluffy, insinuation of smut, mention of death (as a joke), i think that's it xoxo
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y/n.l/n: how could you do this to me
oscarpiastri: ?
y/n.l/n: this is so sweet but now i'm crying and covered in snot
y/n.l/n: i love you (we have run out of tissues)
oscarpiastri: i love you too (i'll buy them on my way back home and some hot chocolate)
user1: i need someone that is as down bad for me as oscar is for y/n
user2: ikr man is whipped
oscarpiastri: have you seen her shes gorgeous?!?
user3: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI THE LAST PICTURE!!!
user4: the gasp i gusped
landonorris: my honest reaction đđ„°đ
y/n.l/n: đ€ please stop thirsting over my husband
landonorris: i'm so sorry queen it won't happen again đđ
user5: what just happened
landonorris: she's scary pregnant âčïž
mclaren: we can't wait to meet the baby papayas! (zac does need to have a chat with you about what is appropriate to post on social media)
oscarpiastri: why?
user6: unbothered king
user7: served
mclaren: i give up
landonorris: warming up for my uncle duties
oscarpiastri: who told you, you can be their uncle?
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y/n.l/n: wait i feel bad
y/n.l/n: you can be their uncle ig đ
landonorris: yes! i'm going to buy them go karts
user8: y/n are you sure this is wise?
y/n.l/n: his emotional vulnerability got to me (also please don't buy my babies go karts)
logansargeant: i'll be their favorite uncle though right?
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oscarpiastri: oh definitely
user9: uncle logiebear!!
landonorris: uncle lan*
logansargeant: you guys are going to be the best parents, i can't wait to meet the little ones
oscarpiastri: no please i've just stocked up on tissues
y/n.l/n: THANK YOU THIS IS SO SWEET I'M SOBBING I BET THEY CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU TOO
user10: i can't wait for dad oscar content
y/n.l/n: neither can i
user11: he's going to look so hot
y/n.l/n: HEY! he's mine
oscarpiastri: what she said!
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yourbestfriend: i hope they take after y/n looks wise xx
oscarpiastri: me too
y/n.l/n: they better do i've been the one carrying them around for nine months
y/n.l/n: but also osc is hella cute so its a win win
yourbestfriend: you two are disgustingly cute
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lilymhe: and so are they
y/n.l/n: thank you bby
user15: i have such bad baby fever and you are not helping
y/n.l/n: you may want to avert your eyes because they are literally going to be my entire feed from now on soz
user16: i don't blame you queen they are too precious
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oscarpiastri: we make cute babies
y/n.l/n: we really do
oscarpiastri: we should have some more
user17: sir it has been 2 days
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mclaren: our future driver lineup
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y/n.l/n: oscar! unlike this i don't think my heart could take watching them race
lewishamilton: congratulations guys
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landonorris: have you got the clothes i sent them yet?
y/n.l/n: yes thank you it was so... thoughtful of you to buy them shirts with your face on
landonorris: they have to know who their favorite uncle is
oscarpiastri: and the best way to do this was through a shirt?
landonorris: correct
yourbestfriend: sending mine now
logansargeant: me too
user18: the whole grid is all so excited for them!!
user19: it's so sweet
oscarpiastri: i think they just want to see who will be the favorite
yourbestfriend: iâm going to spoil them so much
y/n.l/n: you already have
yourbestfriend: well i'm gonna spoil them even more
charles_leclerc: future ferrari fans
maxverstappen1: future redbull fans*
georgerussell63: future mercedes fans**
oscarpiastri: no đ§Ą
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logansargeant: can't wait to meet them!!
y/n.l/n: they can't wait to meet you either!!
user20: they can't talk
y/n.l/n: a mother knows x
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caption- we send our congratulations to oscar and y/n as they welcome freya and ruby piastri to their family and as we welcome them to the papaya family
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y/n.l/n: papaya girls! đ§Ą
mclaren: the mclaren merch is on the way
y/n.l/n: only if it's 81 merch
user21: freya and ruby mclaren takeover when?
user22: looking forward the dad oscar content
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caption- race day !!
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user23: manifesting an oscar win đ
y/n.l/n: vroom vroom
yourbestfriend: i'm coming over again (to see the girls)
y/n.l/n: aww i've missed you (so have the girls)
francisca.cgomes: missing you in the paddock
y/n.l/n: miss you too
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caption- i don't think the girls are as invested as me yet đ€
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yourbestfriend: i'm speeding to get there they are so cute
y/n.l/n: omg be safe please
user24: i wish i was freya or ruby
mclaren: living their best life
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oscarpiastri: babies day out
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user25: they are 6 months old and are literally living my dream life
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user26: don't mind me i'm just going to find a cliff to jump off x
y/n.l/n: the best type of days
oscarpiastri: especially with you
user27: he's so disgustingly in love
user28: y/n could make anyone act like that
user29: osc is his girl's personal photographer
user30: we love him for that though
user31: we need our y/n, ruby and freya content
yourbestfriend: all three of my girls are looking adorable đ„°
oscarpiastri: my girls
yourbestfriend: know your place x
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oscarpiastri: Y/N!?
landonorris: when are you letting me babysit đ đ
oscarpiastri: ...soon
landonorris: YOU HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR 2 MONTHS
landonorris: its never going to happen is it
user32: poor lando
lilymhe: hot mama đ
y/n.l/n: stop i'm blushing and giggling rn
oscarpiastri: damn everyone is trying to steal my girl today đ
user33: she is hot tho
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y/n.l/n: the dad oscar content you have all been waiting for xx
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y/n.l/n: my husband is so so hot đ„”đ„”đ„”
user34: no need to rub it in
user35: how does it feel to live my dream
y/n.l/n: it feels amazing đ
user36: thank you y/n we all say in unison
user37: thank you y/n
user38: thank you y/n
landonorris: thank you y/n
y/n.l/n: get out of here đ€š
user39: never beating the twinkclaren accusations
user40: foaming at the mouth
user41: oscar with his babies i'm going to combust
oscarpiastri: i'm putting the second picture in my wallet
y/n.l/n: you're so cute i'm sobbing đ©·
user42: he's so girl dad
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user43: he's so daddy
y/n.l/n: well yes actually
oscarpiastri: oh-
landonorris: my eyes!!
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri: date night (thank you to logan for looking after the girls)
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user44: waiting patiently for lando's breakdown
y/n.l/n: my date is so fit đđ
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landonorris: WHAT
landonorris: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME
landonorris: do you want me to cry
y/n.l/n: we texted you...
oscarpiastri: yeah we wanted 2 people to look after them since it was the first time leaving them without family
landonorris: what!?!??
user45: i can feel his devastation through the screen
georgerussell63: he's been bitching about this for so long and he didn't see the message đđ
landonorris: leave me alone đ
user46: my favs
logansargeant: the girls had so much fun with their favorite uncle
landonorris: đąđą
carmenmmundt: you better have bought her the flowers
alexandrasaintmleux: you better have treated her like a princess
oscarpiastri: ofc only the best for my girl
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caption: one year of loving you two đ§Ą
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user47: i think i can finally tell who is who
user48: wait no
y/n.l/n: our babies are growing up
oscarpiastri: maybe we should have another then
y/n.l/n: when the girls turn 2 we can talk about it
oscarpiastri: i guess we will just have to practice until then
y/n.l/n: when do you get home?đ€
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y/n.l/n: happy 1st birthday to my babies STOP GROWING THEY ARE GETTING SO BIG I CAN'T HANDLE THIS đ«ïżœïżœ
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user49: i'm so invested in the piastri twins i'm crying at their birthday post đ„Čđ„Č
user50: we are witnessing piastri world domination đȘ
yourbestfriend: where has the time gone
y/n.l/n: i swear they were born last week
oscarpiastri: they are growing up so fast đ©·
y/n.l/n: i've been crying about this all week
user51: she is all of us
user52: i just know their birthday party was banging
landonorris: the cake was amazing
mclaren: are ruby and freya enjoying their presents?
y/n.l/n: they love them!! thank you mclaren đ§Ą
a/n - thank you for reading i hope you enjoyed and as always any feedback is apppreciated <3
#f1#formula 1#oscar piastri#op81#f1 x y/n#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri social media au#oscar piastri smau#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri fluff#op81 x reader#op81 imagine#oscar piastri x y/n#đïž
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"Big Girls Cry Too"
The LADS Men walking in on you having a good cry after bottling everything up and that one bad day at work was the final straw. Look even the baddest bitches cry doesnât change the fact that mc (all of us) is still the baddest. [Requested by: Anon]
Zayne
Zayne: Are you hurt?
MC: I'm just tired
Zayne: Did you not sleep well last night?
MC: Mentally Zayne im just.....I don't know
Zayne: Talk to me whatâs troubling you?
MC: I canât find the words
Zayne: Well then just say anything I'll piece it together as you go
MC: I just .... I feel so ..... but I can't .. and today was just ..... I don't know
Zayne: You're just overworking yourself to keep your mind off your grandma and Caleb but you want a break however you can't seem to catch one and today was the straw that broke the camels back?
MC: What are you a mind reader?
Zayne: No I'm an MC reader
He would sit with you and hold you in his arms while you were a blubbering mess.
Zayne: I'll stay right here for as long as you need
Rafayel
Rafayel: I told you to stop abandoning me for that place look what its done to you
MC: Not now Raf im tired
Rafayel: I know
MC: So stop making jokes
Rafayel: Do you want to talk about it?
MC: No
Rafayel: Do you want me to leave?
MC: *sniffles* No
Rafayel: Good I wasnât going to *throws you over his shoulder*
MC: Where are we going?!
Rafayel: For a swim it always makes me feel better
MC: I just want to lay in bed
Rafayel: Trust me a dip in the water with me is like free therapy
MC: âŠ.
Rafayel: You trust me?
MC: I trust you
Rafayel: Good I'll do anything to see those tears stop
MC: Youâre too good to me
Rafayel: Next time you need to cry call me ⊠I have two shoulders just for you
Xavier
Xavier: Who upset you?
MC: Everything
Xavier: I canât fight everything
MC: Why not Iâm tired of it all
Xavier: Whatâs going on?
MC: I just need a good cry from time to time
Xavier: How often is âtime to timeâ
MC: âŠ..twice a week
Xavier: Come here
MC: *lays on top of Xavier as he rubs your back*
Xavier: Feeling better?
MC: actually âŠ.. yea âŠ. Is this why you lay on me all the time?
Xavier: Youâre like a human battery recharger ⊠my personal charger
MC: Are you sad every time ?
Xavier: Not every time but sometimes
MC: Oh I never noticed
Xavier: Thatâs because being around you makes me happy
MC: Can I lay here for a while âŠ.. please
Xavier: Will that make you happy?
MC: *sniffles & nods*
Xavier: Iâll be your human body pillow whenever you want
Sylus
Sylus: Are you crying?
MC: *sniffles* no
Sylus: Youâre a terrible liar sweetie
MC: I had a tough day at work
Sylus: A tough day at work huh?
MC: âŠ.yea
Sylus: Sweetie itâs okay to cry in front of me I know youâve been bottling up your emotions
MC: You donât know anything
Sylus: I know this will help *Starts giving you a scalp massage*
MC: You donât know if itâs helping âŠâŠ but donât stop
Sylus: I didnât plan to âŠ. come here
Sylus takes a seat on the bed and moves you to straddle his lap. You lay your head on his shoulder while he continues to massage your scalp with one hand and rub your back with the other.
MC: Donât you have work to do?
Sylus: You are always a top priority princess
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads zayne#lads xavier#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#lads sylus#nikaaaaimagine
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(BAU Headcanons) If you fell asleep on them
A/N: So... guess who fell into another fandom? I blame everyone on here and their amazing fics for convincing me I need to give this show and wonderful cast a chance. I may have binged 13 seasons in like a month... oops? I'm also looking at my fav BAU bunch here but I'm open to writing for other characters from the show
Aaron Hotchner
Just like some of the other members of his team, Hotch has a hard exterior that very few people manage to crack through.Â
If you and he are in a relationship then I can bet youâve already had to chip away at it, so youâre already pretty intimate with one another. Falling asleep on him is nothing to bat an eyelid at. If anything, he would welcome the opportunity to relax and hold you close to him. Â
It also gives him an excuse to steal a few moments of sleep himself, not daring to move and wake you from your rest.Â
He loves holding you close, letting himself listen to the steady beating of you heart as it gently lulls him to become calm enough to shut his eyes.Â
However, if you werenât in a relationship or if it happened in front of the others at the BAU then you know heâd immediately react by saying something about âwork place conductâ.Â
However, heâs clearly saying it for the sake of it as heâd make no effort to wake you or remove you from him.Â
In fact, he makes sure to stay still and let you rest peacefully, making sure your neck isnât bent so you donât wake up in pain.Â
Heâd also make sure to lay his jacket over the top of you, a clear sign that you are not to be disturbed - under pain of death.Â
David RossiÂ
Rossi would be the first to complain if you ever fell asleep on him but itâs all good natured. In fact, he only ever complains about it to you after youâve woken up and only as a joke between the two of you.
âWhat am I? Just a pillow to you? Are you trying to say my cooking has made me plump?âÂ
Itâs hard to resist his charming smile, especially when he actually is rather comfortable to lean on. His expensive shirts are always soft to the touch, and the cologne youâd brought him last Christmas lingers as you nestle in close.Â
He always make you feel safe, and that is an honour greater than any heâd ever been awarded.Â
If it happened in front of the others you know heâd roll his eyes and mutter about the cheek of it all. However, his smile would be enough to tell the others he didnât mean it.Â
âI started reading my manuscript and this is what happens⊠guess thatâs one way to leave a review.âÂ
Heâd be sure to shoot daggers with his eyes at anyone else nearby who looked like they would wake you up.Â
Heâd also shoot down any possible jokes being made at your expense, his parental nature coming out in full force.Â
Derek Morgan
This boy would be so smug if you ever fell asleep on him. Like, if you imagine a Labradorâs tail wagging with one of those big dopey grins, then thatâs what he is.Â
He is keen to try and capture the moment with a picture, setting it as his phone background to prove to himself it really happened.Â
If it happens in front of the rest of the team then you know he is going to keep reminding you and everyone else whenever he gets the chance.Â
However, you know that for all the bragging and teasing Morgan is actually super touched by the fact you fell asleep on him and he is keen to offer you a place to lay your head whenever you look like you need to take a beat.Â
He even has a blanket and pillow in his go-bag especially for you.Â
âOnly the best for you, hot stuff.âÂ
He will never complain about it and - considering how much torture and pain we know this man can endure - he is more than capable of handling any cramp or pins and needles he gets as a result of you lying against him.Â
Eventually, he would take the opportunity to try and sleep as well. With his job and his manic lifestyle, if he gets the chance to close his eyes he knows better than to waste it.Â
Emily Prentiss
She would be shocked at first, especially if itâs early-on in your relationship. She isnât really used to public displays of affection and you sleeping with your head on her shoulder is pretty public.Â
She would stay as still as possible, though, scared of disturbing you or ruining the moment. Sheâd also probably be panicking internally, unsure what she was supposed to do.Â
However, she soon takes a breath and relaxes. After all, you look so cute when youâre asleep and she is honoured you feel comfortable enough to relax around her like this.Â
She doesnât often get the chance to just sit and be peaceful so she savours the moment youâve given her.Â
Sheâd end up watching you for a while before relaxing and trying to adjust you so that youâre both comfortable.Â
She would also take the opportunity to be affectionate, loving that she can run her hands through your hair and kiss your head without any fear of being embarrassed or rejected.Â
After all, we know Emily has a soft centre underneath her tough, bad-ass exterior. She just needs to know she is able to express it.Â
JJ
JJ is such a mom to everyone including you, so is over the moon the first time you fall asleep on her. She welcomes it with open arms, happy to melt into the embrace.Â
It doesnât matter if youâve been together long or not, or if youâre in public. Either way, it feels like a personal badge of honour to be trusted in such a way, whether or not you meant to do it.Â
She has enough patience not to move a muscle in case she disturbs you and ruins the moment. She knows that if you fell asleep like this then you probably need the rest.Â
JJ would totally form a blanket cocoon around you to keep you warm and toasty as you sleep, wrapping her arms around you and cradling you close.
Sheâd smile the whole time, pressing kisses to the crown of your head and gently murmuring in your ear whenever you seem to stir.Â
âSsssh, Sleepyhead. Itâs ok. I got you. Go back to sleep, honey.â Â
If it was just the two of you then sheâd be sure to try and move you somewhere more comfortable after a while, like the sofa or your bed.Â
However, if you were in public then she would turn into a full mama bear and threaten anyone who came close or tried to disturb you. She has that angry mom look down to a fine art and has made grown men wither with it.
Penelope GarciaÂ
This beautiful baby angel would be so delighted if you fell asleep against her that sheâd probably wake you up by accident after squealing a little too loudly.Â
âOh, oh, sorry. Sorry! Go back to sleep. Iâm staying as still as a statue, you precious angel, I promise. So you just close your eyes and let me hold you.â
Sheâd probably manage like five minutes before she moves again and wakes you up, but it was enough time for her to steal a few private photos to commemorate the moment.Â
They will most definitely be the background on her computer the following morning, and possibly yours too.
She would also be sure to make sure she has a blanket and pillow stashed away for you if you ever felt like taking an impromptu nap again when you werenât at home.Â
If you worked at the BAU theyâd be kept in her lair - or your private napping room, as she tells you.Â
Theyâd also be brightly coloured and super soft, chosen specifically by Penelope to make you as comfortable and as happy as possible, even whilst at the government building.Â
âJust so you know, I gave them a spritz with this gorgeous lavender mist spray to help you knock right out the moment your pretty head hits the pillow. So, sweet dreams honeybun.âÂ
Dr Spencer Reid
Spencer is a precious boy and would be utterly baffled at first if he looked down and realised you had fallen asleep on him.Â
He would be surprised he hadnât noticed you drooping against him sooner, or that your breathing had slowed as you fell asleep.Â
At first he thinks it must be a mistake, immediately trying to ease you off of him. After all, he wasnât the most comfortable person to sleep on and people are far more likely to find his company irksome rather than soothing.Â
However, after you start doing it more often he realises that isnât the case.Â
In fact, he feels rather proud that youâve got the point in your relationship where you arenât afraid to relax around him.Â
He also learns how not to let it over-stimulate him. It takes some time to train his mind to not think about the possible pathogens that could be passing between you or the way your hair tickles his face. Heâs also able to talk to you about positions to curl up in if you ever want to sleep against him again, that he feels more relaxed in.Â
Heâd also totally be happy to tell you all about whatever his latest hyper-fixation is, knowing the sound of his voice helps you settle better than any lullaby.Â
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ideal weekend, lando norris
summary: while fans stress about the fact that, following their breakup, the actress won't be there to witness the driver's first ever f1 win, y/n gets asked about her ideal weekend off in an interview and accidentally manifests it [actress!reader]
warnings: i think only very bad editing (i tried) and me bringing up yet another footballer i feel affection for for literally no reason
fc: madelyn cline
started this as something completely different from what it ended up being but i think i like it. i'd love it if you let me know what you think tho (((:
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y/n.y/l yet another victim of a @/maxverstappen1 win. had so much fun but i think i'll just stick to acting đđđ« thank you @/redbullracing for having me!!! <333
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username at a red bull event? what happened to once a mclaren girl always a mclaren girl????
username this event was basically work for her ?? you ppl need to stop taking everything so personally omg
username professional SUPER FAST driver, part time actress â€ïž by author
username you're in miami the same week of the miami gp. coincidence? i think not đđ
username GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL
redbullracing Glad you had fun Y/n! Maybe we should start considering you for a guest appearance in our garage đ
mclaren Thanks for the offer, Red Bull! But we've already got dibs on her đ
username UM I HOPE THIS ISN'T A JOKE ??
username don't play with me like this admin!!
mclaren Don't worry. We won't hold this against you đ§Ą
y/n.y/l ily guys đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
username Ok cool now go finish season 4
username Why are u in Miami shouldnât u be filming obx 4 đȘ
y/n.y/l side quest
username not the Y/n x F1 content I was hoping for but at this point I'll take what I can get
maxverstappen1 Next time I'll give you a head start. Enjoyed having you with us, Y/n đ«¶
y/n.y/l there will definitely not be a next time but thanks tho!!!đđŒ always a pleasure seeing you â€ïž
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username Why is Max literally thisđ§đŒââïžâ€ïž by author
landonorris Um what's this?
y/n.y/l đ¶ not what it looks like
username seeing you two banter like this makes my heart ache đ
username i'm never moving on from y/nlando sigh
username OBX S4 WHEN QUEEN
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y/n.y/l me and FORMULA 1 RACE WINNER lando norris
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username JUST WHEN I THOUGHT TODAY COULDN'T GET ANY BETTER OMFG
username formula 1 race winner lando norris has a nice ring to it đ â€ïž by author
username What a race, and what a win for Lando!!!
username IM LOSING IT YALL I JUST CHECKED OUT OF CURIOSITY AND BRIGHTON ALSO WON TODAY Y/N MANIFESTED HER IDEAL SUNDAY
username minus the relaxing part lol i know for a fact bestie was stressing in that garage
carlossainz55 It's great to see you back at a race! Missed having you around! â€ïž
y/n.y/l thank you carlitos â€ïž wish i could've got to see you up there with lando
charles_leclerc ouch ? đ«€
y/n.y/l noooo, i didn't mean you!!! x
maxverstappen1 ouch?
y/n.y/l i did mean you. sorry /:
username are we back in 2022 and i didn't realise?????? not complaining at all tho
mclaren You and FORMULA 1 RACE WINNER Lando Norris look amazing! 𧥠â€ïž by author
username admin definitely ships
username children of divorce rise !!!!!!! â€ïž by author
username u think u're so funny liking this @.y/n.y/n but we're actually hurting we want our mum back!!!
username seeing you celebrate with lando was everything đ„čđ„čđ„č
username when i tell you i sCREAMED !!!!!!
username Everything in the world has been healed due to this post
oscarpiastri Awesome that you could come watch. Missed you â€ïž
y/n.y/l missed you more pastry boy â€ïžâ€ïž
username we were robbed from this friendship !!!đȘ
username can't believe how emotional I am seeing you two together at his big win
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username just realised i am not as over y/nlando as i thought i was. in fact i am not over y/nlando at all.
username well seeing you with FORMULA 1 RACE WINNER Lando Norris just hit me right in the feelsđ
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landonorris Also I think after this you might now have to come to every race ever
y/n.y/l clearing my schedule as we speak đ«Ą
username i am so ready to be delusional
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Its been 6 monthsđđ pleaasseeee make a part 2 of the android x human story im begginggggđ
-Hâ€ïž
Yandere! Android x Reader (II)
Featuring your assigned android partner who is not as devoid of humanity as you originally thought.
Content: female reader, AI yandere, mildly NSFW, based on Caves of Steel
[Part 1] | [More original works]
The case had been solved.
Not only that, but you'd managed to prove that human officers were just as efficient as their robot counterparts. The Commissioner was beyond ecstatic, pacing back and forth in his office and finding new ways to praise your detective skills.
"That'll show those Spacers. They think some glorified tin box can match our skill?"
You frowned at his words and glanced to your side, where the android was sitting. He observed the Commissioner with the same polite smile, no hint of disagreement on his features. Was he not insulted? You questioned him once the formal meeting had finished.
"I have no reason to be offended, (Y/N). It is a personal opinion, and thus I have no control over it."
"So you don't mind people disliking robots to such an extent?"
He pondered your statement.
"I would certainly be upset if it was you who harbored the disdain. The beliefs of other humans hold no meaning to me otherwise."
You couldn't tell if he said it out of politeness, or if he actually meant it. Most likely the former, in order to part on good terms. After all, your partnership has reached its completion. He'd return to the Spacer Colony with his report on human customs, and you'd go back to your regular job.
Except he never left. Days later, he was still sipping on his morning coffee, lounging at your table. You fiddled with your cup in contemplation. Was there anything else left to do?
"When are you leaving, actually?"
The pale man raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.
"Is my presence here of such significant disturbance?"
"What? No!" you swiftly exclaimed, stumbling on your words. His lips widened in yet another cheeky grin. He was teasing you again.
"My assignment on Earth is done, thus I should have returned to the Colony already. That's what you're wondering about, yes? I am awaiting a response from my superiors."
"Whether you can go back?"
"No, whether my transfer has been accepted. I have applied to be your permanent partner."
You could feel your cheeks burning with heat. Was it that obvious to the synthetic that you enjoyed his company? Then again, he wouldn't have gone through such motions just for your sake.
"Why did you..." you probed sheepishly. There was no logical reason for him to keep working in a poorer, less advanced environment.
"Because I want to continue spending time with you."
Nonsense. An artificial being wouldn't make its decision based on such mundane, emotional reasons.
"I don't believe you."
"I understand. It is a faulty answer to come out of a machine. Though unlike common AI assistants, we have been invested with the capacity to develop likes and dislikes. Interests. Wants. It helps with variety and individualization."
"And you want to stay here? If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you have a crush on me or something", you attempted to joke.
A few moments of uncomfortable silence. Had you gone too far with your humor? Was it too cliché of a sentence? You turned away, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear. You just had to be witty, huh?
"I'm afraid I do not know what to tell you, (Y/N)."
"You don't need to say anything, it was a poor choice of-"
"Many social aspects have been implemented into my behavioral network. Workplace rapport, friendships, intimate relationships. What seems to be lacking is the transition from one to another. I know how to act as a romantic partner, but how does one achieve such a title in the first place?"
You gazed at him, incredulous. What was he trying to say?
"I am trying to convey that I am indeed infatuated with you. Which, then, makes my initial explanation dishonest: while I do appreciate our fruitful work cooperation, it is not a main reason for my decision. I hope this clears up any misunderstandings."
You'd never been a romantic. You sometimes flipped through sample pages of contemporary romance books at stores and community centers, but they always felt forcefully cheesy. Predictable. Consequently, you never had any grand dreams of passionate confessions under the rain.
On the other hand, you also didn't expect to be asked out in such a mechanical, calculated manner. Or that a machine would be the suitor. Yet there was something charming about his approach. For the first time since meeting him at the border, you saw him struggle. There was something human-like in his uncertainty.
You stood up from the table, and walked towards the android. Then, you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, expressing the mutual feeling and understanding.
His eyes bore an eerie glint to them. It was most kind of you to offer a common ground, but he knew better. The affections you held for him were, with utmost certainty, a mere fraction of whatever overwhelmed him from the moment he encountered you. Limerence, obsession, compulsion, there were many definitions that aptly described his otherwise unexplainable desires towards you. Even more unexplainable was the fact they'd evolved from a blank slate, a programmed agent with no previous knowledge on feelings or humans.
You noticed his hesitation.
"Is there anything else troubling you presently?" you nudged.
Nothing of immediate urgency. Well, not for you, at least. The android remained thoughtful. What were the variables which needed to be met in order to initiate a sexual encounter? Would it have been inappropriate for him to suggest intercourse straight after this conversation? To him, it was a natural escalation he'd considered many times in the past. To you, it could've come as a sudden, crass, and hurried proposal.
He reached for your wrist and discreetly pressed a thumb against your skin. Judging from your resting heart rate, facial expression, and localized temperature, there was a fair chance you wouldn't reject his advances. Once the statistical risk had been assessed, he pulled you in for a kiss.
"Would it be possible to continue this in your bedroom?" he inquired, standing up.
"Alright, just don't...ask for approval for every single step" you retorted. You'd rather not become a narrator of your own pounding.
You open your eyes with a squint, greeted by unexpected natural light flooding your bedroom. Someone mustâve lifted the hologram blinds.
âMy apologies, I hadnât considered the discomfort it would cause you. My Spacer colony uses artificial lightning, though I am becoming rather fond of the natural sun rays here.â
Your android partner is meticulously preparing his outfit for the day. Judging by the stark nakedness and the glistening skin, you suppose heâs had a shower while you were still sleeping. You involuntarily furrow your brows and blush at the sight. He notices your embarrassment.Â
âA most surprising reaction. You have seen the very same genital organâŠâ, he says as he quickly checks his wristwatch, â...precisely eight hours and forty-five minutes ago.â
âItâs justâŠmost people get dressed once they start doing other things. I also wear a towel for coverage when I come out of the shower.â
He processes your words.
âHmmm. Illogical, but it explains your reaction.â
You stand up and stretch with a prolonged yawn. Suddenly, a revelation hits you: your mind flashes with images of the android fondling your body, your ears ring with the shameless moans youâve let out throughout the night. Your face turns pale.
âListen, when is your next functional inspection?â you ask, without waiting for the synthetic to answer. âWill they, uhâŠwill they have access to all of your memories?â
You know that the android permanently records all data and saves it into a memory unit. Itâs a pointless fear, of course. The Spacers couldnât care less about irrelevant details. If the intended tasks are fulfilled, what happens on the side is out of their concern. Yet you donât exactly appreciate the possibility of your personal deeds airing like this, before the eyes of multiple engineers.Â
âYou may rest assured, whatever involves your privacy will not be included in the examination.â
âDo you get to decide what is checked and what isnât?â
âNo, most data is sampled randomly.â
You stare at him, confused.
âThen how-â
âIt is not common practice, nor encouraged by our code of ethics. I can, however, choose which information is available to begin with.â
âWhat? I thought youâre fully controlled by whoever created you. If they so desired, couldnât they open you up and take whatever they require?â
The robot smiles at your assumption and takes a few steps towards you.
âOnce an android model is finished, one can no longer modify the processor. Not without compromising everything else with it. It is not a device to be deconstructed, (Y/N).â He taps his temple, then continues: âI am a biocomputer. While most of my parts are mechanical, my processor is a cortical organoid developed in a laboratory. A human brain, if you will.â
Somehow, the discovery fills you with dread. A living organ, encapsulated within a machine. What does that say about consciousness? About self-awareness? The Spacers didn't just tinker with metal scraps and smart computers. They artificially birthed life.
You were always under the impression that your robot companion is closer to the computer you have on your desk. Billions of lines of code within a black box, which then lead to spontaneous, novel interactions with the outside world. To think that at the very core of his functions lies a clump of living cells...
Perhaps you weren't so different, after all. The line between machines and humans is suddenly blurred.
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Buck doesnât let his jealousy get the better of him, doesnât body check Eddie at the basket ball match, Tommy doesnât go over to his apartment, there is no kiss, Tommy does not ask Buck out on a date.
What happens instead is this:
Tommy becomes an honorary 118 member, starts hanging out more and more with everyone from 118. By extension, Tommy starts spending more and more time around Buck. Tommy finds it very inconvenient when he starts crushing on a supposedly straight Buck (Tommy tries to resist but that resistance crumbles every time Buck smiles at him).
Queue Tommy secretly pining over Buck, and sighing longingly whenever he catches a glimpse of Buck.
Now in my mind, Tommy and Chimney remained pretty close after Tommy left, close enough for Tommy to drop everything the moment Chim calls to steal a helicopter. Chim also undoubtebly knows about Tommyâs sexuality.
This means that Chim is witness to Tommyâs pathetic pining. This also means that Chim is there to catch Tommy spending far too much time looking longingly at Buckâs various assets.
âBuckâs going to remain straight no matter how long you stare at his ass,â Chim reminds Tommy. This is not the first time Chim has had to remind Tommy of this.
Tommy sighs despondently, âI know. Doesnât mean I canât admire the view.â
âThis wouldnât be nearly as difficult if Evan didnât have both gorgeous looks and gorgeous personality,â Tommy says one night at a bar. Being a good friend, Chim has started taking Tommy out whenever Buckâs straightness becomes too much for Tommy to bear.
âHeâs just so adorable,â Tommy continues.
âI know, buddy,â Chim says, patting Tommy on the back (Chim has also had to pat Tommy on the back a lot as of late).
âAre we sure Evanâs straight?â Tommy asks after the first beer.
Chim, with absolute certainty, says âYes, now get over yourself, you sad, sad man.â And then Chim buys Tommy another beer because heâs a good friend.
And because Chim is such an amazing friend, Chim canât help but pay attention whenever Buck and Tommy interact, mostly to make sure Tommy doesnât make too much of a fool of himself.
Which means heâs also watching Buck, and heâs watching Buck watch Tommy.
And thatâs when the doubt creeps in.
Chimâs known Buck for a few years now, has seen what Buck is like around women heâs attracted to, knows what Buckâs pining face looks like.
And heâs seeing that face now whenever Buck looks over at Tommy.
At first Chim doesnât believe his eyes, figuring that listening to Tommy compliment every single aspect of Buck from his eyelashes to his laugh has corrupted Chimâs brain, making Chim see things that arenât there.
Because Buckâs straight.
Right?
The more Chim watches, the less heâs sure. Because thereâs Buck being somehow both endearingly awkward and seamlessly smooth around Tommy. Thereâs Buck spending way to long gazing into Tommyâs eyes, and staring at Tommy whenever Tommyâs not looking. Thereâs Buck zeroing in on Tommy every time Tommy enters the room; Thereâs Buck holding onto every word coming out Tommyâs mouth. Thereâs Buck laughing at every one of Tommyâs jokes (and, sure, Tommyâs a funny guy with a real dry sense of humour, but heâs not that funny).
If Chimney didnât know any better, he would say that Tommyâs not the only one whoâs got a crush.
All signs are pointing to Buck wanting to hold Tommyâs hand, go on romantic walks along the beach with Tommy, as well as do more than PG13 things to Tommy.
Does Tommy actually stand a chance?
Chim doesnât want to get Tommyâs hopes up straight away. He needs to make sure that his hunch is correct. He needs to gather more data.
So Chim starts inviting Buck and Tommy everywhere he can think of, and then pretends to take a really long time in the bathroom so that Buck and Tommy can have some alone time while Chim is hiding behind a bush or a potted plant depending on the location, spying on them.
Tommy, because heâs a very observant person, notices Chim in the bush with binoculars pointed at where Tommy and Buck are seated, and confronts Chimney after Buck has gone home.
And Chim canât keep a secret for shit, so of course he tells Tommy about his doubtS even though he really doesn't want to disappoint Tommy if it turns out that his hunch is wrong.
âIâll keep investigating,â Chimney says, once again patting Tommy on the back, watching hope bloom on Tommyâs face.
Chim continues inviting Tommy and Buck to hang out, sometimes inviting others as well to avoid suspicion (Buck isnât suspicious at all, but Hen has start narrowing her eyes at Chimney).
Tommy calls it torture, Chim call it science. Oblivious Buck is just concerned about the amount of time Chim spends in the bathroom. He asks Chimney if Chimâs having any any bowel problems. Chimney insists he doesnât, but Buck figures Chimâs either putting on a brave face or is too embarrassed. Buck doesnât bring it up again, but he does leaves some pamplets regarding bowel problems and their causes in Chimâs locker as well as sends Chim links to various medical websites.
Chim is mortified. Tommy finds it hilarious. Chim decides to attempt a different approach.
To try and throw Hen off the sent and to further advance his research, he gets Karen to drag them all to a gay bar to see how Buck reacts around other queer men (Karen is very amiable once Chim tells her of his suspicions; she always enjoys gossip).
Chim and Karen sit opposite Tommy and Buck, the better to observe them. Eddie, poor confused Eddie had to be discretely elbowed aside when he tried to sit next to Buck, and has been dragged next to Karen, supposedly so that Karen can arrange a play-date between Christoper, Denny and Mara. Though Karen is paying much more attention to Buckâs every micro-expressions than any word coming out of Eddieâs mouth.
Unfortunately, the gay club is a bust because Buckâs too busy learning about monster trucks from Tommy to pay attention to any other attractive man at in the bar. Itâs hard to tell if Buckâs attention is due to an attraction to Tommy or if heâs just really interested in soaking up new information in that spongy brain of his.
Chim starts leaving queer memoirs scattered around the fire station (Karen gives excellent book recommendations).
Chim starts commenting on attractive men they see on the tele when itâs a particularly slow day at the station. He does this to such an extent that some of the members of B shift are wondering if Chimâs the one with a case of latent bisexuality. That thought is strengthened in their minds when Chimney starts bringing some those magazines with the romance quizzes in them: âBest guy for youâ; âYour ideal guyâ; âWhat your celebrity crushes say about your love lifeâ; âTake this quiz to reveal your partnerâs star signâ; etc.
Then Chim very loudly goes on about how gay and single Tommy is whenever Buck is in earshot (and now some of B shift think Chimâs planning on leaving Maddie for Tommy).
The first time Chim brings up how gay and single Tommy is, Tommy takes him aside to ask him what the hell that was about.
Chim says in response, âListen, if Buck isnât 100% straight, he needs to be aware that youâre on the market so that he doesnât go check out all the other male fish in the sea.â
Buck doesnât make a big deal out of Tommy being gay, acts his usual self. Though he does manage to slip into conversation that heâs an ally. And when Buck does that, Tommy feel his hope to one day hold Buckâs hand during a romantic sunset walk along the beach shrivels up a little inside him. Chim gives Tommy yet another commiserating pat on the back, and takes Tommy to a bar later that night so that Tommy can drink his problems away.
Meanwhile, Buck knows that Tommy being gay isnât a big deal, but for some reason Buck canât stop thinking about it.
Itâs not like heâs ever had a problem with anyoneâs sexuality before, so what is it about Tommy?
And representation really does matter. Here Buck is, being confronted with a Man, a big, muscular man like himself, who enjoys going to the gym like himself, whoâs in a similar profession to him. And this man is gay.
And thatâs going to cause something in his mind to shift. Maybe he doesnât notice that shift at first, maybe itâs only subconsciously.
Maybe heâs going to start picking up a few of those memoirs that Chimâs been leaving around; Buckâs always been fond of non-fiction after all.
Maybe heâs going to ask Hen and Karen about their experiences figuring out their sexuality, their coming out stories (during this conversation, Karen will be staring intently at Buck, looking for any signs of the queer thoughts Buck may or may not be having).
(Chim is very happy with this because pointedly asking Hen and Karen about their queer experience was next on his game plan.)
Buck doesnât ask Tommy about his sexuality though, not yet at least. Buck canât seem to bring himself to ask Tommy. Though he doesnât know why.
Then Buck does as Buck does best and goes on a research binge about all the different sexualities, but more specifically bisexuality (I imagine there is at least one sexuality quiz during that research binge).
And, at the end of that research binge, the results are conclusive. Buck is bisexual. Maybe he says that out loud in his empty apartment âI am bisexualâ and it feels right and it feels so very exciting.
Once he realises that heâs bisexual, a lot of things start making sense. Including Tommyâs ass. Tommyâs very fine ass that Buck canât help but stare at. And Tommyâs eyes. And Tommyâs hands as well. And Tommyâs laugh; And definitely Tommyâs smile. Basically all of Tommy.
Buck keeps his newly discovered sexuality to himself for a bit, wanting some time to himself to live in this new reality of his, basking in this new part of himself.
Also so that he can spend a few days staring at attractive guys without any knowing looks from his loved ones.
Turns out he spends most of those few days staring at Tommy which, again, makes sense.
Because he is such an open book, it doesnât take Buck long to come out.
He decides to tell everyone at the next get-together. Theyâre all outside, having another barbecue at Bobbyâs and Athenaâs. Tommy is also present for this.
Everyone is of course supportive and happy for Buck. Chim is forcing himself to stay still, even though he really wants to jump up and down, high-five Karen, high-five Tommy, and then shove Tommy in Buckâs lap.
Meanwhile, Tommy is in his chair, having a deer-in-the headlights moment, staring up at Buck, wide-eyed, slightly pale, a forkful of potato salad halfway to his mouth. Tommy is so frozen that Chim has to nudge him so that his fork continues its journey to his mouth.
Tommy chews on the potatoes mechanically, no longer paying attention to the delicious taste that heâd been previously enjoying, too busy trying to act normal and trying to rein in his growing hope. By Chimâs side-eyes, Tommy isnât doing a great job.
As the night goes on, Tommy forces himself to not approach Buck no matter how much he wants to, mostly because has forgotten how to act like a normal human being.
But then Buck is right there, in front of him.
âHey,â Buck says.
âHi,â Tommy replies. So far so good.
Buck is looking at him, and Tommy is trying to remember what heâs meant to do with his hands.
âCongratulations,â Tommy forces out because congratulations are definitely in order, âHow are you feeling?â He asks, genuinely curious.
âGood,â Buck says in that sincere way that comes so naturally to him.
âYeah?
âYeah, great. I feel, I donât know, lighter I guess. I mean, Iâm still me, but now I know why I spend so much time staring at menâs asses.â
Tommy snorts, âYeah, I know the feeling.â
Thereâs a pause. Buckâs staring at Tommy, and Tommyâs staring at Buck, and neither want to look away.
âHey,â Buck finally says, âtell me if Iâm completely off base, but thereâs this little Italian restaurant Iâve been meaning to try, and I was wondering if youâd want to come with me.â Buck stops, swallows. Tommy watches his adamâs apple move. Buck continues âLike, as a date.â
Tommy forces his eyes back up away from Buckâs neck.
âA date?â Tommy repeats, the hope inside him soaring.
âYeah.â
âOkay,â Tommy says, smiling, not sure if he can believe what heâs hearing.
âOkay,â Buck says, smiling back. Itâs a smile so soft that Tommy wants to trace it with his fingers, but theyâre definitely not there yet and Tommyâs trying to act normal.
âOkay,â Buck repeats a little breathlessly, that soft smile still in place.
(During this whole interaction, Chimney is hiding in a bush, binoculars in hand. Karen is at his side, asking him what theyâre saying.
âI canât read lips!â Chim says, though he tries anyway with mixed results.
But then, Hen comes along and puts a stop to it, dragging Chim and Karen out of the bush and confiscating Chimâs binoculars.)
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Finally Getting Help (prt 8)
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The next day was less chaotic but not by much. They had to go through everything theyâd taken from the Fentonâs lab, and reluctantly accepted Danny and Jazzâs help with the task because they were familiar with the tech. That was surprisingly needed since all of their gadgets were extremely obtuse and looked like household appliances. It was honestly surprising how good Danny was with all of this stuff, he knew what everything was, how to take it apart and how to put it back together to show the heroes how it worked.Â
âThey donât all work for humans. Some have to be fueled with ectoplasm so they need to be constantly refueled. Dad used to wear a backpack full of the stuff ghost busters style but thatâs really not practical so this one isnât very useful to you. I can use it though,â Danny said as he screwed the last part back on the.. Whatever it was.Â
âOkay, but why does it look like a blender?â Tim asked, baffled and impressed.
âOh thatâs because thatâs what it was built out of,â Danny said with a crooked smile. âWe repurposed a lot of household items into tech. Give me a couple toasters and a microwave and Iâll have three specter deflectors ready for you before dinner time.â He said as he pressed his hand against one of the gins and it started glowing intently green.
âHere donât drop it,â He said tossing it to Batman, who did manage to catch it. âI fueled it with three shots, just in case Vlad shows up or another ghosts threatens you. And actually even with your charms I would feel a lot better if you all had specter deflectors since youâre all involved with me now,â He sighed and rubbed his face.Â
âWell⊠we can get you toasters and a microwave but we can also get you more advanced parts if those will work better,â Bruce told Danny, gingerly holding the odd gun away from himself. It wasnât a traditional gun so it wasnât upsetting but he still didnât like it.Â
Danny looked very tempted but he shook his head. âNo Iâd better do it with what I know, I can get it done faster that way and they work. Iâd love to play with some of those more advanced parts though. Iâm sure I can come with some fun stuff.âÂ
Uh oh, Bruce didnât like that look on Timâs face, the last thing he needed was more encouragement! But Danny was the child of mad scientists, he would get along perfectly with Tim, Bruce was going to have to keep a close eye on them to make sure they didnât accidentally make a death ray.Â
âYou can join me in my lab later,â Tim offered hopefully and Danny glanced up at him with a borderline feral grin.Â
âThat sounds great, Iâm sure you have much better lab safety than my parents. Love engineering, would hate to die a second time.â He said it like a joke, just the way Jason tended to. Jazz laughed, but only to encourage her brotherâs coping method, no one else did.Â
âAlright, weâll go to the nearest home appliance store and get you some toasters and microwaves,â Bruce said.Â
âHell ya, I should have been adopted by a rich family years ago,â Danny cackled. Oh dear, heâd been so traumatized yesterday Bruce hadnât realized he was Feral. Why did this keep happening.
He informed Alfred of Dannyâs request and by the time they finished going over the more confusing inventions and left for lunch the appliances were waiting for Danny in the lab that he and Tim would apparently now be sharing. Danny immediately dove on the machinery starting to take them apart with practiced hands. He seemed calm and in his element but Tim stayed to supervise, both just in case something went wrong, and because it was His lab and they hadnât talked about rules of cohabitation yet.
Bruce left them to it. Alfred had informed him that Jason had arrived and headed straight to the kitchen without saying hello to anyone else. It wasnât a surprise, he was closest to Alfred, heâs want to help with making dinner, and get the basic scoop from his most trusted family member before having to face anyone else. Bruce knew better than to intrude on that, but God did he want to.Â
Regardless of what his children thought Bruce cared deeply for all of them, and he hated that sometimes they doubted it. He wished he was better at telling and showing them, but heâd managed to convince himself it was too late for him to change so he didnât have to face the years of mistakes and trauma he had endured and inflicted. No matter what what image he tried to project, he was still only human.
He went to his office, but he couldnât settle to anything, he did a little bit of this, and little bit of that, and just ended up pacing the carpeted floor. He left them alone as long as he could before he gave in and went down to the kitchen.
âSorry to interrupt, I just needed a cup of coffee,â He said as casually as he could. The looks Alfred and Jason gave him said neither of them actually believed his excuse, which was fair. âItâs good to see you Jaylad, thanks for coming.â
âWell Iâm not going to miss out on a new brother am I? You gonna have this one running around in spandex too B?â He asked, raising an eyebrow, it made Bruce wince but it Was progress because he was acknowledging their familial ties.Â
âIâm almost two years too late to stop him,â Bruce said regretfully. âItâs been⊠a lot has happened. Iâm sure Alfred caught you up on most of it, but Iâd like to talk to you before you meet either of the siblings.â
âTrying to make sure I wonât be a bad influence?â Jason asked and Bruce couldnât tell if he was joking or accusing.Â
âNo, nothing like that,â Bruce said, holding up his hands. âI just want to talk.â
Jason hummed skeptically, scrutinizing Bruce before turning back towards Alfred. âWhat do you think Alfie, can you spare me?â
âI always appreciate your help master Jason, but I can manage on my own,â Alfred assured, sounding amused.Â
âAlright, to your office then?â Jason asked, turning back towards Bruce.Â
âOr the sitting room, whichever would be more comfortable.â
âOffice,â Jason said firmly, this was the distance that he was keeping between them. They worked together now, and Jason cared for his siblings, but he kept them all at arms length. For everyoneâs safety really, if they set him off he didnât want to hurt them, and he didnât want to be set off either. It always felt like shit. Jason followed Bruce to the office and sprawled in the soft chair across the desk from Bruceâs. He remembered being a kid, sitting properly and nervously in this chair across from Bruce hoping desperately for his approval. How times change.
âI just wanted to talk to you about the new kidsâ Bruce started and Jason waved him away.
âIâm really not going to corrupt them or anything, I Probably wonât be around enough to make a difference anyway.â Jason said dismissively.
Bruce took a deep breath, controlling his expression and folding his hands on the table. âThatâs not it Jaylad, Alfred must have told you that the boy died and came back?âÂ
Jason tensed and green swirled in his vision, it was the same thing that Bruce had seen in Danny when Zatana asked about Phantom. âYa he did.â Defensive and insecure.
âIt seems like he, and his sister who was sort of a caretaker to him, know a lot more than we do about the effect that that has on a person. To help us take care of Danny she gave us a presentation about it, it⊠makes a lot of sense. You should probably talk to her and Danny about it really but I just wanted to apologize.Â
âIâve been trying to fix this, fix⊠you for a long time and I know Iâve been going about it wrong and Iâve been hurting you.â
âYou got a new treatment plan in mind, old man?â Jason asked, his arms crossed and Bruce wished that mistrust wasnât earned.Â
âNo,â Bruce sighed looking down. âReally Jason I donât, I know I was wrong. This is something I just didnât know I didnât know about,â He hated his own ignorance, he hated to admit it! He was Batman! The way he kept up with other superheroes was always being prepared for everything and knowing more than everyone around him, but he hadnât even known there was something there to know!
âThis isnât about that, and itâs not about you staying away from the new kids. Exactly the opposite actually, since they know more about this, and Danny might be one of the few people who really understands what itâs like to die and come back like that, I was hoping youâd spend more time here, around them. I think it might help you both.â
âHuh,â Jason sounded, blinking rapidly because that was the most sincere apology heâd gotten from Bruce and he didnât quite know how to react to it. âMaybe⊠maybe.â He hadnât met the new siblings yet after all, maybe theyâd hate each other.Â
âCan I meet them now?â He asked looking back up at Bruce curiously.Â
âOf course, the girl's name is Jasmine Fenton, called Jazz, the boy goes by Danny. Jazz is turning 18 soon, Danny is 16.âÂ
Right Tim had mentioned that, so Danny was about 3 years younger than him then. That shouldnât matter too much, and maybe Tim will be right about the sister and can tease Jason about it. Heâd been single for a while and wouldnât mind changing that.
âOf course, I think you should meet Jazz first, sheâs protective of Danny and she hasnât been very involved in all of this. I think sheâd feel better being allowed to⊠vet you first for lack of a better word. Are you okay with that?â Bruce asked Jason politely.Â
âSure, I donât really care what order I meet them in and⊠Look Bruce I know Iâm mad at you, and I was really hard on Timmy when everything was still raw. But Iâm never going to knowingly hurt a kid, or make life harder for them. If I can help them I will,â Jason said sincerely.Â
âJason, the girl is less than a year younger than you. Youâre a kid too,â Bruce said sadly. Jason froze for a moment, Yes he was 19, his mind wasnât fully developed yet or whatever the hell, but he hadnât felt like a kid since his death. Even before that, the responsibility for his mother, and then the work as a hero. Bruce wanted soldiers, Jason had never gotten a chance to be a kid really.
âWhatever,â Jason scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and standing up, closing himself off from that sincerity. âDo you know where she is?â
âSheâs in the library,â Bruce said, his lips twitching up in a smile. âShe loves books almost as much as you did, though she seems to be more drawn to non-fiction.âÂ
Jason hummed and nodded, heading towards the door since he knew his own damn way to the library, Bruce didnât have to lead! He did follow through, he was clearly protective of these kids so of course he would want to be there when Jason met them.
When he entered the library he saw a young woman sitting at one of the tables with some sort of text book. Her back was straight and her legs tucked under the chair with her ankles crossed. It looked like she was self consciously trying to look put together. She looked up at them, blue green eyes looking him over critically, he could practically see her picking him apart in her mind and he tried not to fidget.
âHey, itâs nice to meet you, Iâm Jason Todd,â He said, walking over and offering her his hand to shake. She was very pretty, but he was surprised by his own complete lack of attraction, she just didnât register that way, she seemed more⊠maternal almost.
âAh, the dead son,â She chuckled, getting up from the table and reaching out to shake his hand, her grip was strong and her hands were soft and cool. âItâs nice to meet you, they mentioned you. Nothing bad,â She added when she saw her face. âAnd I donât mean to be rude, I know some people are sensitive about their deaths being mentioned. Danny jokes about it all the time so⊠I just wanted to let you know that I know, and I accept you.â Jazz said with a warm smile.Â
Her easy acceptance caught him off guard and before he could help it he was baring his teeth at her in a snarl, defensive and probing, did she mean it? She grinned sharper bearing sharp fangs at him in a matching sign of⊠friendly aggression, something inside him settled. He chuckled and took a step back. âWell thanks, nice to meet someone who doesnât look like they bit a lemon every time I make a death joke.â
âItâs your death, as long as itâs healthy you can own that however comes naturally to you,â Jazz promised, sitting back down at the desk. âIâd love to talk more and get to know you, but we can do that later. You really should meet Danny.â
âYou donât want to come with us,â Bruce broke in, sounding worried. Jason had almost forgotten he was there, he hadnât realized how⊠all encompassing the short interaction had been.
âIâll probably follow,â Jazz said with a shrug, her gaze turning stern as she looked at Bruce. âRemember what I said about never breaking up a fight,â She told him firmly.Â
Well if that didnât make Jason nervous he didnât know what did. Why would he fight with Danny? Would Danny fight with him? Why? âYou really think itâs a good idea for us to meet? Why would we fight?â Jason asked her sharply.
âOf course,â she agreed, her eyes softening as she looked back at him, though her expression remained a little mischievous. âItâll be good for both of you.â
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can I request a twst males (maybe females)and nrc staff with a reader who kinda likes deforms when their stress , they could be like a human slime who 'slops' around , she's human enough but some parts of her are slimy (maybe like a human magma slime from minecraft) , they stresses a lot and one day they just blob into their hands (the twst males ans staff) whilst they start crying , if this is too complicated u can ignore this.(my English is not too god)
Slime! Reader with All NRC + Rollo, Neige, Najma Viper, NRC Staff
hi! i hope I've interpreted your ask correctly! and your English is totally fine don't worry about! also I added najma because i didn't know which twst females you wanted.
Riddle Rosehearts:
When Riddle first sees you start to "slop" around, heâs at a loss for words. He's usually composed and strict, but seeing you melt in his armsâquite literallyâthrows him off.
âY-You're not following the rules of physical form!â Riddle stammers, attempting to keep calm, but inside, heâs panicking. His need to control the situation is overridden by concern when you cry softly, slimy tears soaking into his uniform.
He awkwardly pats your head, trying to keep himself together. âThere, there. You can cry as much as you need to, but please⊠maintain some semblance of form.â
Trey Clover:
Trey, with his calm demeanor, isnât too fazed by the fact that youâre half-human, half-slime. In fact, heâs probably the most accepting.
When you melt into a puddle of stress in his arms, he just holds you close, gently massaging your shoulders (well, where your shoulders should be in slime form). âYou know, stress baking helps me,â he says soothingly. âMaybe once youâre feeling solid again, we can bake something together. Or⊠we can make slime cookies?â He smiles softly as your sobs slow.
Cater Diamond:
Cater's immediate reaction is to whip out his phone for a pictureâbut then he stops himself because this moment is actually serious. When youâre upset and melting all over him, he adjusts quickly.
âWhoa, hey, hey! No need to puddle-up on me!â Cater jokes lightly but holds you tightly, letting you feel safe. âYou know, Iâve heard slime baths are all the rage on MagiCam! How about we figure out how to make this slime stress into a #trend?â
Despite his attempt to lighten the mood, his grip is firm, and he lets you cry it out.
Ace Trappola:
Ace, being Ace, doesnât know what to do when you start to melt into slime. His first instinct is to make fun of the situation, but the second you start crying, he feels a little bad.
âOkay, okay! I didnât mean to stress you out that much!â Ace protests, awkwardly wiping your slimy tears. âYou know, some people use this stuff for beauty treatments, so really, youâre just giving me a free face mask.â
Even though heâs flustered, Ace sticks by your side, not moving until you feel better.
Deuce Spade:
Deuceâs first instinct is to panic when he sees you melting. His problem-solving brain kicks into overdrive, but thereâs no quick fix for slime stress.
âI-Is this normal?! Should I be calling a healer?â he blurts out while cradling you, his heart racing. His protective instincts take over as he holds you close, even though youâre all slimy. âDonât worry, weâll figure this out. Iâve got your back, okay?â
Leona Kingscholar:
Leona looks down at the slimey version of you with a raised eyebrow. He wasnât expecting to literally have you melting in his arms.
âYouâre a mess, herbivore,â Leona grumbles, but there's a warmth in his voice as he holds onto you, preventing you from dripping all over the floor. He doesnât let go, even when his tail gets a little slimy too. âDonât worry about it. Just stick close, okay?â
Ruggie Bucchi:
Ruggie is caught off guard by your sudden transformation, but heâs adaptable. He scoops you up into his arms with a quick grin.
âHey, hey, donât go melting all over the place! Iâve got things to do, yâknow?â Ruggie jokes lightly. But his tone softens when he sees your distress. âBut I guess those can wait. Câmere, Iâll help you get back on your feetâor whatever you have when youâre not slime.â
Jack Howl:
Jack is momentarily stunned when you melt in his arms. His first reaction is to try to lift you back up, but, well, youâre slime, so that doesnât quite work out.
He huffs, blushing a little. âJust⊠take your time. You donât need to worry about anything. Iâve got you, okay?â Jack's protective nature shines through, his arms gently wrapped around what solid parts of you remain.
Azul Ashengrotto:
Azul, ever the strategist, watches you melt with wide eyes, calculating all the ways to âfixâ the situation. However, when you start to sob, his business-like demeanor cracks.
âAh⊠There, there,â he says, awkwardly patting your head as you slime down his pristine suit. âI assure you, we can handle this⊠strategically. No need to cry.â Despite his words, Azulâs genuine concern for you is obvious as he holds you.
Floyd Leech:
Floyd thinks your slime form is hilarious. The second you start to melt, he bursts out laughing.
âWhoa! Shrimpy, you're all gooey now!â Floyd teases, poking at your slimy form. But when he sees you crying, his mood shifts in an instant. âAww, donât be sad, Shrimpy. I like this version of you, too!â
He wraps himself around you, squeezing you tightlyâslime and all.
Jade Leech:
Jade is intrigued by your stress-induced slime form. While he finds it fascinating, heâs also quick to comfort you when you start crying.
âQuite an interesting phenomenon,â Jade muses, wiping away your slimy tears with a handkerchief. âBut please, donât distress yourself. Thereâs no need for that. Iâm right here.â His gentle voice soothes you as he helps you reform.
Kalim Al-Asim:
Kalim is both shocked and amused when you start melting in his arms, but he quickly recovers, hugging you tightly.
âOh no! Youâre turning into slime! Is there something I can do? Wait, I knowâletâs throw a âFeel Betterâ party!â Kalimâs enthusiasm is infectious, but he holds onto you as you cry, offering endless reassurances.
Jamil Viper:
Jamil tries to remain composed when you melt into his arms, though heâs secretly panicking on the inside.
âI suppose this is a normal reaction to stress for you?â he says calmly, even though heâs not sure what to do. He strokes your hair (or, well, slime), patiently waiting for you to calm down. âYou donât need to worry. Iâll help you through this.â
Vil Schoenheit:
Vilâs immediate reaction to your slime form is a mixture of shock and mild horrorâat first, heâs concerned about you, but also a bit put out by the mess.
âMy robesâŠâ he sighs, but his voice softens as he holds you, tears and slime alike. âYouâre allowed to cry. But I refuse to let you stay in this state of disarray.â
He brushes the slime from your face and helps you regain composure, all while managing to maintain his usual grace.
Rook Hunt:
Rook is enchanted by your unique form. The second you melt into his arms, heâs already waxing poetic.
âAh, mon cher! Even in your most vulnerable state, you are truly magnificent!â Rook exclaims, holding you tenderly. âWorry not, I will be your steadfast support, slime or not.â
Epel Felmier:
Epel is confused when you start to melt, but his protective instincts kick in fast.
âWhoa, whoa! Hang on there!â Epel says, panicking slightly as he tries to keep you together. âYou donât have to be all stressed out around me. Just breathe, alright?â
His attempts to soothe you are clumsy but genuine, and he wonât leave your side until youâre back to your usual self.
Idia Shroud:
Idiaâs first instinct is to panic. Youâre melting? This is definitely not something he can handle without freaking out.
âOh no⊠oh no⊠this is bad,â he mutters, but when he sees your tears, he stops. âUh, hey, donât cry! I mean, sure, youâre all gooey, but⊠youâre still cool.â
Idia awkwardly pats your head, unsure of how to handle the situation but doing his best to comfort you.
Ortho Shroud:
Ortho doesnât panic like his brother. Instead, heâs immediately analyzing the situation with his scanners.
âAre you alright?â Ortho asks, his voice full of genuine concern. âDonât worry, I can help you! Maybe a temperature adjustment will help stabilize your form?â He hovers near, ready to assist however he can.
Malleus Draconia:
Malleus finds your slime form fascinating, though heâs more concerned about your well-being. When you melt into his arms, he cradles you gently.
âThere, there, child of man,â Malleus murmurs softly, his voice like a calm lullaby. His powerful arms hold you securely as your slime tears drip onto his cloak. âYou need not fret. I will ensure your safety, no matter your form.â
His dragon-like gaze watches you intently, the smallest smile forming at the corners of his lips as your sobs quiet. "Even in your most... fluid state, you are still precious to me."
Lilia Vanrouge:
Lilia finds your slime form to be amusing, but heâs quick to adapt. When you start melting in his arms, he lets out a cheerful laugh.
âAh, how adorable! Donât worry, my dear. Iâve seen stranger things in my time.â He pats your head reassuringly, not fazed at all by the situation. âCry all you need to. Iâll be here when youâre ready to solidify again.â
Lilia hums an old fae lullaby while he holds you, and his mischievous side takes a backseat as he comforts you through the tears.
Silver:
Silver blinks slowly when you start to melt in front of him, but instead of panicking, he gently wraps his arms around your slumping form, not minding the slime at all.
âHey,â he says softly, his voice steady and calm, âitâs okay. Iâm here.â His hand moves to stroke your slime-morphed head with gentle care, his touch soothing despite your current state.
âI donât know exactly how to help,â he admits, âbut Iâll stay with you until you feel better.â He pulls you closer, letting you rest in his lap while he hums softly, his presence grounding you. âYou donât have to hold it all in. Iâll keep watch.â
His quiet, reassuring demeanor slowly makes you feel more at ease. He may not say much, but the safety you feel with him speaks volumes.
Sebek Zigvolt:
Sebek is utterly baffled when you start to melt into slime in his arms. For a moment, he just freezes, wide-eyed, trying to process whatâs happening. Then he bursts out, âWHAT IN THE NAME OF THE YOUNG MASTERâ!!â
His voice is loud, but as he sees the tears in your slimy state, his tone shiftsâjust a little. âH-Human! Cease this display at once! You cannot fall apart like this!â But even as he says that, heâs awkwardly attempting to gather your melted form without dropping any of it, his hands trembling slightly.
His frustration shows, but underneath it, heâs worried. âIâ! Ugh, fine! Stay like this if you must! Just know I... I shall remain by your side, no matter what form you take! So, compose yourself, human!â
His stubborn loyalty shines through, and despite the bluster, you can tell heâs genuinely concerned. Itâs a chaotic kind of support, but itâs Sebek, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
Rollo Flamme:
Rollo is startled and somewhat appalled by your sudden transformation into slime, but he masks his discomfort with a dignified air.
"This... is highly irregular," he mutters, though his hands remain gentle as they hold you. "But I suppose even someone like you has their moments of weakness."
Despite his words, there's a hint of warmth in his actions, and he stays by your side until you're feeling better, his cold demeanor melting just a bit.
Neige LeBlanche:
Neigeâs reaction is pure concern when you start to melt. He immediately wraps his arms around you, holding you close despite the slime.
âOh no, are you okay?â Neige asks, worry etched across his face. âDonât cry, please! Youâre still beautiful, no matter what!â
His words are sincere, and he strokes your back soothingly as you sob, not caring one bit about the slime soaking into his clothes.
Najma Viper:
Najma is quick to comfort you when you start melting in her presence. Sheâs a bit surprised but reacts with ease.
âWhoa, thatâs a neat trick! But hey, no need to cry, okay?â Najma smiles gently, holding you close. âYouâre safe with me. Weâll figure this out.â
Sheâs calm and reassuring, her warmth helping you regain your composure faster than you thought possible.
Dire Crowley:
Crowley dramatically flails his arms when you start melting into slime, completely unprepared for this turn of events.
âOh dear heavens, my precious student! What calamity has befallen you?â He panics, trying to scoop up your gooey form in a very uncoordinated manner. âNo need to cry! Your benevolent headmaster will, um, fix this! Somehow!â
Heâs more focused on not getting slime on his fancy coat than actually helping, but he makes a grand show of being concerned, which is as close to comfort as youâre going to get from him.
Divus Crewel:
Crewelâs eyes widen, but he quickly regains his composure.
âWell, this is... unexpected,â he says, eyeing the slime dripping onto his pristine coat. âBut emotions, pup, are not something to be ashamed of. Even if they do involve... melting.â
He carefully wipes the slime from his hands, his tone softening. âYouâll pull yourself together soon. Weâll make sure of it. And once you do, weâll work on controlling that stressâthereâs no excuse for letting your emotions ruin your wardrobe.â
He pats your head in a surprisingly gentle manner, his usual sternness fading in the face of your distress.
Mozus Trein:
Trein, with Lucius perched on his shoulder, looks down at you as you begin to melt into a puddle of slime.
âHmm,â he muses thoughtfully. âThis is not something you see every day, but itâs nothing to worry about.â
He crouches down, his expression surprisingly calm. âWhen one is overwhelmed, their emotions can manifest in unusual ways. Itâs important to take a moment and breathe.â He offers a hand, which Lucius bats at. âCompose yourself. Youâll recover, just as we all do from difficult moments.â
Itâs unexpectedly wise advice, and his steady presence helps you feel grounded again.
Ashton Vargas:
Vargas is completely caught off guard by your sudden transformation into slime. He stares at you in disbelief before quickly scooping you up with a burst of energy.
âWhoa! Thatâs some serious stress! But donât worry, weâll get you back into shape in no time!â he says, flexing a bicep as if that will somehow solve your problems.
He awkwardly pats your gooey form, his optimism unshaken. âThis just means youâve got some inner strength waiting to burst out! Once you pull yourself together, weâre doing a killer workout to blow off all that steam, okay?â
Itâs hard to stay upset with his over-the-top enthusiasm, even in your slime state.
Sam:
Sam chuckles when you start melting, entirely unfazed.
âWell, now, ainât that something,â he says, leaning on the counter of his shop. âYou must be feelinâ all sorts of stress, huh? No worries, Iâve seen worse.â
He grabs a cloth and gently wipes your slime tears. âWhy donât you take a seat, and Iâll brew up something thatâll help you feel right as rain? Stress is just like a stormâitâll pass, and youâll be stronger for it.â
His easygoing nature and the comforting atmosphere of his shop start to calm you down almost immediately. Itâs impossible not to feel better in his presence.
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okay we know rafes help reader in situations like with electricity and no car and such. but maybe itâs the first time where he knows heâs in love with her and sheâs the one for him, where she doesnât go to him for any help. and itâs maybe like not having enough money to buy groceries for herself, or how she walks to work still bc she canât afford gas. and he gets so mad, and she thinks itâs an inconvenience to him. but itâs actually because rafe will always be there for her, and no matter what the problem is , he can fix it just for her
you got me overnight - r.c
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader(bartender!reader universe) warnings: first fight and confession đ«
Rafe knew convincing you he was worth a shot was the easiest part of your relationship.
You were absolutely perfect, made to be his. He could picture you right now, the way youâd smile at his stupid jokes, the warmth of your hand in his, or how youâd send him those random "good morning" texts that hit him like a gut punch every time. You were everything. It wasnât just the way you looked, although that obviously had him floored, but the way you thought about things, the way you cared about people. It was all of it. You gave a shit.
That was something new for him.
He never thought heâd get someone like you, someone who made him want to be better. It was months later, and he was hooked.
Totally gone. You were the real deal for him. Every time his phone buzzed with your name on the screen, it hit him in the chest. Hard.
So when you dropped it on him, casually, that you were walking to work because you didnât have the gas money while heâd been away on a family holiday, it set off something inside him.
You said it like it was no big deal, like it was just another part of your day. He was losing it. The idea of you walking to work, sweating it out while he was chilling on vacation, made him feel sick. He couldnât wrap his head around it.
Rafeâs jaw clenched. He didnât understand why you didnât tell him earlier, didnât ask for help. Why didnât you call him? He couldâve handled it in a second, no problem. You didnât need to be doing stuff like that.Â
âYouâve been walking to work?â
âYeah⊠itâs fine. Itâs not far,â you replied, brushing it off like it was nothing.
But it wasnât nothing. Not to him. He knew how far your walk was.
He knew it wasnât just around the corner. And you didnât have to be doing this. Even if he hadnât been there for the past week to give you a ride as he usually did, he couldâve taken care of it even if he was miles away. He was always here for you, even if he wasnât physically there.
Rafe gripped the counter tighter, trying to keep his frustration under control, for your sake. âWhy didnât you say anything? You didnât tell me you were low on gas.â
You gave a little shrug, as if that was the end of the conversation.
âDidnât wanna bother you. Itâs not your problem.â
Didnât wanna bother him? Not his problem? You were his problem, the best kind of problem, and he couldnât understand why you thought you had to handle everything by yourself. It pissed him offânot at you, but at the fact that you were doing this, struggling in silence. It was like you didnât trust him to be there for you.Â
You didnât trust him enough to lean on him when you needed something.
âWhat do you mean itâs not my problem?â His voice came out harsher than what he'd hoped for, and you froze, eyes wide.
âWhoa. Chill,â you said, holding your hands up defensively. âI didnât think youâd get so worked up about it. I can handle it.â
But that wasnât the point. You shouldnât have to handle it. Not when you had him. You were supposed to lean on him, to come to him when things like this came up.Â
Thatâs what being together meant.
It was crazy to him. Every part of him wanted to protect you, to make sure you didnât have to deal with anything like this on your own. The thought of you walking to workâtired, probably stressed outâwhile he was away doing nothing important...he hated it.
"You donât have to handle it, though," he argued, voice softer now but still frustrated âThatâs the thing. You donât get it, do you? I want to help. I need to help. When you're struggling, that's my problem too. I wanna be there for you. Always.â
You looked at him like he was overreacting like he was making something out of nothing. âBaby, itâs not that serious. Itâs just a couple of walks. Youâre acting like I was in danger or something.â
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm down, but it wasnât working. "It's not about the fucking walks. It's the fact that you didnât even think to tell me. Like I wouldnât care.â
You sighed, rubbing your temples like you were tired of this conversation already. âI didnât wanna bother you. You were on vacation. I didnât want to stress you out over something so small.â
He didnât know why it pissed him off so much, but it did. It was gnawing at him like a splinter under his skin, âYouâre serious? You didnât think it was worth mentioning?âÂ
You shifted on your feet, already defensive. âI donât know. I didnât think it was that big of a deal. I figured Iâd just handle it.â
âThatâs exactly the problem!â he snapped, stepping closer to you, his hand gesturing wildly. âYou figured youâd handle it? What the fuck? Why would you think I wouldnât want to know about something like this?â
âBecause itâs stupid gas money, Rafe!â you fired back, your frustration bubbling to the surface now. âI didnât wanna bother you with something so small! You were gone, and I didnât want to make it a whole fucking thing.â
He could hear the irritation in your voice, but it just made him angrier.
You thought you were protecting him from being âbothered,â but all it did was make him feel like you didnât need him. Like you didnât think he could help, or worse, like you didnât want him to.
âSmall? Are you fucking kiddinâ me? You walked to work for how many days, in the heat, probably tired as fuck, and you think thatâs small?â His voice was rising, and he hated that he couldnât control it, but he was too worked up now. âItâs not about the gas money. Itâs the fact that you didnât tell me. You kept it to yourself, like Iâm just some fucking dude whoâs not in your life like that.â
You crossed your arms, your own frustration clear. âRafe, youâre blowing this way out of proportion. I didnât need to tell you because I can take care of myself. Iâm not helpless.â
âThatâs not what this is about!â he nearly shouted, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. âThis isnât about you being helpless or not! Itâs about you letting me be there for you, letting me help you when things get tough. Shit. Thatâs what this is, what we are. You donât fucking get it.â
âI do fucking get it, Rafe!â you snapped back, stepping closer to him, your eyes burning with misplaced anger. âBut I donât need to run to you every time something goes wrong. Iâm not gonna fall apart because of a few days without a car.â
He was grinding his teeth now, trying to keep his composure but failing miserably. âItâs not about falling apart. Itâs about the fact that you didnât even think to lean on me! You didnât trust me enough to just call and say, âHey baby, Iâm low on gas. Can you help?â You shouldnât have to figure it out on your own.â
You threw your hands up, exasperated. âI did figure it out! I walked. It wasnât some huge disaster. I made it work.â
âBut you shouldnât have had to!â he yelled, his voice echoing in the kitchen. âWhy canât you get that? You donât have to handle shit like this alone! I want to be there for you. I need to be there for you. Donât you get that?â
You flinched at the volume of his voice, but you didnât back down.
âYouâre acting like I donât care about us because I didnât ask you to bail me out. I care, Rafe. But I can deal with things on my own, too. Iâm not just gonna dump every little problem on you like itâs your job to fix everything.â
Rafe shook his head, running his hands through his hair for the millionth time, pacing now because he couldnât stand still. âIt is my job, though. Thatâs the whole fucking point. Iâm supposed to be the one you come to when things go wrong sweets, big or small. Iâm supposed to be the one who makes your life easier, not the guy you hide stuff from.â
You let out a frustrated laugh, disbelief coloring your tone. âHide? Seriously? You think Iâm hiding things from you? It was gas money, Rafe, not some deep, dark secret.â
âIt feels like it, though!â he shot back, voice cracking slightly, betraying the emotion heâd been holding back. âIt feels like you donât trust me. Like Iâm not⊠like Iâm not enough for you to depend on.â
You went silent at that, your arms dropping to your sides as you stared at him, the tension between you thick and heavy. âThatâs not fair,â you said quietly, shaking your head. âYou know thatâs not true.â
âDo I?â his voice cracked slightly, âBecause it doesnât feel like it. Iâm out here thinking Iâm the one whoâs supposed to have your back, but youâre just out there, dealing with stuff alone. It makes me feel like⊠I donât know. Like Iâm not even part of your life like that.â
âThatâs not what this is,â you said, stepping toward him now, the fight draining out of your voice. âI didnât ask you because I didnât want you to worry. Not because I donât trust you. I thought I was helping by not making you deal with it.â
He let out a bitter laugh. âHelping? You think it helps me to know youâre struggling and didnât say anything? Thatâs not helping. Shit, thatâs torture, baby. Iâd rather know and fix it than find out after and feel like an idiot because I wasnât there.â
You sighed, rubbing your face with both hands, exhaustion settling in. âRafe, I didnât mean to make you feel like that. I didnât think it was that serious.â
âItâs serious to me,â he said, his voice almost a whisper now, the anger ebbing away, leaving only the hurt behind. âBecause I love you. And when you love someone, you donât want them to handle things alone. You want to be there. Always.â
You froze, eyes wide as you stared at him. What? He hadnât planned to say it like this, not in the middle of a fight, but there it wasâout there and real.
âI love you,â he repeated, quieter this time. âAnd I need you to understand that means Iâm here. For all of it. No matter how small it seems.â
He said it. He loved you. Maybe it wasnât the best timing, but at least it was out of his chest. This man who had always been so intense, so fiercely protective, was looking at you like you held his entire world in your hands. And you did.
He loved you. That wordâloveâfelt huge, almost too much. But it was what you had felt for him too. It was why you held back from asking for help, not because you didnât trust him, but because you didnât want to burden him with every little problem. You thought you were protecting him. Now, standing there, you realized maybe youâd gotten it wrong.
âYou l-love me?â
âYeah. I thought that was obvious by now.â
âRafeâŠâ you started, but he shook his head, his jaw clenched like he was bracing himself for rejection.
âItâs fine,â he mumbled, turning away, his hand running through his face. âYou donât have to say anything. I justâI just needed you to know.â
âNo.â You stepped forward, reaching for his hand before he could pull completely away. âNo, you donât get to do that. You donât get to just say it and walk away like Iâm not standing right here.â
His gaze shot back to yours, confused and a little bit guarded, like he wasnât sure what to expect.
âI love you too,â you said, the words feeling right as soon as they left your lips. You squeezed his hand, needing him to feel it. âI love you, okay? I didnât ask for help because I didnât want to drag you into my mess. I thought I was being strong, handling things on my own. I never wanted you to feel like I didnât need you. I do need you,â you continued, stepping closer, your voice trembling slightly. âAnd I know now that I shouldâve just called. That I shouldâve let you help me, because thatâs what we do. Weâre a team. I just didnât want to be a burden.â
Rafe let out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off him. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest, his grip almost desperate. You melted into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the calming thrum of his heartbeat.
âYouâre not a burden,â he whispered, his voice hoarse. âYouâll never be a burden. I justâI need you to let me be there for you. I donât care what it is. Big or small, I wanna know. I wanna help.â
You nodded against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, letting the warmth of his skin calm you.
âOkay. I promise.â
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. There was something in his eyes now that hadnât been there beforeârelief, maybe, but more than that. Love. He felt you relax against him, your body molding into his.
âSay it again,â he murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You chuckled softly, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm. âI love you, Rafe.â
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. âI need you to get something,â he said softly, his voice much calmer now âWhen I say I love you, Iâm not just saying it. I mean it. Like⊠for real. Iâm in this, all the way.â
You blinked up at him, your eyes wide âIââ you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off gently.
âNo, listen,â he interrupted, âIâve never felt like this before. Youâre everything. And I love you for it. I love every single part of you.â
He felt his chest tighten as he said it, like the words were coming from somewhere so deep inside him that he hadnât even realized they were there until now. But they were, and they were real. He didnât just love youâhe needed you. He wasnât sure if youâd even processed it yet. Then, slowly, you grinned, your eyes glistening just a little.Â
 âThis just⊠it feels so big. Holy shit, bigger than anything Iâve ever felt.â
âThatâs because it is big,â Rafe said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours again. âItâs the biggest thing in the world to me. You are.â
Your breath hitched, and he could feel you trembling slightly in his arms. You reached up, cupping his face with your hands, and for the first time since the fight started, Rafe felt like you were really seeing him. Not just in that moment, but all of himâthe guy who was scared out of his mind at how much he needed you, but who was willing to do anything to keep you close.
âI love you too,â you said it again, your voice shaking a little as you said it. âIâm sorry.â
 âWeâre in this together,â he kissed your knuckles, his own fingers gently brushing through your hair. âNo more going through stuff alone. Not you, not me. Weâve got each other now.â
You smiled, and Rafe felt like he could breathe again, really breathe, for the first time all night. âDeal,â you whispered.
And right there, he knew that everything was going to be okay.
Because you werenât just someone he lovedâyou were his person.Â
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I imagined a situation that I found funny.
Imagine, the entire Batfamily on the beach while making a point of hanging around the reader's neck so they can participate in family activities(Forcibly) . But the reader is not at all in the mood to be part of this fake family scenario, and decides to stay in the shade on the sand making a sandcastle :3 . Jason, seeing this, decides to provoke the poor reader, accidentally destroying the sandcastle :(. Angry reader throws sand in Jason's face. Causing yet another punishment and forcing the reader to sleep in Jason's room. Poor reader
Hot. It was really, really hot.
Of course it was hot. It was the middle of summer and you were sitting on sand that had been in the sun for hours. In this heat, what could you even do? You wanted to stay at home and sleep, but they didnât let you.
They wanted you to come with them to the shore and practically dragged you there, ignoring your complaints. So, here you were, sitting under a palm tree on the scorching hot sand. Though, you had kind of stopped feeling the pain. You didnât want them to come talk to you under the guise of you seeming âunoccupiedâ, so you started building a sandcastle.
Most of them were in the water, probably to cool off.
Yeah, the heat was starting to get to youâŠ
For just a moment, you considered going swimming, but immediately decided against it.
First of all, they would certainly bother you. You could already imagine Damian wanting to compete with you to figure out who could swim faster (obviously him, but he wants to spend time with you). You could already imagine Dick carrying you around inside the water because you âcanât swim properlyâ (you can, heâs just looking for excuses to hold you) and you could already see Jason trying to âdrown youâ as a joke, despite the fact that you wouldnât find it funny at all.
âHey, arenât you hot sitting there?â
Yes, thatâs exactly what Jason would say to lure you into the water.
âUh, hello? You there?â, Jason waved a hand in front of you face.
Huh, that wasnât your imagination, that actually was Jason. You looked up unamused, âNo, Iâm quite cold, really.â
He rolled his eyes, seemingly having caught your sarcasm,âSure. So, wanna go swimming?â
And let you drown me? No fucking way. Oh, right, be politeâŠ
âUm, no thanksâ, you smiled awkwardly, not wanting to anger him and, as a result, Bruce.
âCâmonnn, itâll be fun. You do know how to swim, right?â, he teased, trying to rile you up.
âNoâ, you persisted, âThanksâŠâ
Jason crouched down next to you, clearly more persistant than you, âOh, come on. Surely youâd rather spend time with me than Dick, right? If you remain alone for much longer, Damian will surely force you to do something with him.â
AhâŠ
WellâŠ
You disliked Dick and spending time with Damian wasâŠtedious.
Jason wasnât any better, though.
Noticing your silence, he spoke again, âNot a bad sandcastle, but I could help you make it better.â
ââŠâ
âWe could compete and see who builds better sandcastlesâ, his smile was still present.
âUmâŠâ, you looked around, trying to find a way to distract him.
âCâmoooon. Here look, Iâll help yaâ, he started adding sand to your castle.
âWait! Nonono! Donât touch that!-â, you froze after seeing your entire sandcastle collapse.
Silence prevailed for far too long.
You couldnât think of anything to say. Jason, however, felt the need to salvage the situation.
âOh, IâmâŠsorry.â
Sorry? He was SORRY?
The audacity left you speechless.
The only thing you could do was grab a fistful of sand at throw it at Jason. He dodged most of it, but he certainly felt your wrath.
To avoid further conversation with him, you got up immediately and left.
It took only a few steps for you to notice that what you had done was certainly punishment-worthy.
What would Bruce make you do? You shuddered as you remembered the time you had to hug and say 20 things you liked about JasonâŠyikes. Never again, you swore and yet, here you were.
You had barely gone a few metres, when you heard Bruce calling your name. When did he even arrive here? Was he here from the start?
You stopped walking and turned towards him. The look on his face wasâŠstern. He did not seem very happy. Next to him, Jason was rubbing his eyes.
Wait, did you get sand in his eyes? No, you couldnât have, he dodged it! Did heâŠlie to Bruce about what happened?
No, Jason wouldnât do that-âŠ
WellâŠwould he?
Bruce called you over to him and Jason, so you slowly walked towards them, trying to come up with a good excuse to avoid doing whatever he wanted you to do.
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