#and now he'll never hear thomas laugh again

[bruciemilf]

I think I'm gonna die soon if I don't talk abt Martha and her brothers

[ghcstao3]

hmm AU where soap started on makarov’s side. and through a whole lot of falsified records and bribes and a handful of other morally questionable measures, soap worms his way into a spot on the 141 with an alias and an only somewhat bs backstory. he's there to infiltrate, steal information, do anything he can to hinder the team without appearing suspicious.

and he does so—at first, at least. but then there's the cliché getting attached that leads him down a dangerous road. soon enough he's making excuses for both sides as to why he's faltering, and he hates that the team keeps calling him thomas, completely unaware that it isn't actually his name.

it's ghost who he becomes the closest with. it takes months for ghost to stop keeping such an intent eye on him, then there's a noticeable shift at some indeterminate point, and suddenly they've gotten too close. romantically close. and soap becomes torn between his original missions—which, technically, still is his mission—and the life he's created with the 141. with ghost.

there's one night, before any reveal happens, when ghost and soap are crowded onto one of the tiny barracks mattresses. soap has just become so tired of it all, and were anyone to know any of the truth, he'd want it to be ghost. simon. and soap would want him to be able to hear it from the source, rather than from anyone else.

ghost calls him that fake name, thomas, and soap can't take it any longer.

"that's not my name," soap confesses. blunt.

there's a brief pause; a too-long silence. then, "i know."

soap frowns, sitting up faster than he realized himself capable. "you do?"

ghost nods. his face is... strangely placid. he coaxes soap to lay back down. their faces are close. too close. "figured it out a while ago. was gonna do something about it, but decided to wait. to watch. and after a while, you just... weren't a threat anymore. though i never did figure out your name."

soap's heart beats loud in his ears. he wonders if ghost can hear it, too. "it's john," he says. "john mactavish."

ghost hums. "suits you better, johnny." he screws up his face. "thomas was my brother's name. glad i don't have to keep calling you that."

they both laugh quietly. soap relaxes, just a bit.

"and you're not mad?" soap asks after a moment. faint. timid.

"was pissed, at first," ghost admits with a shrug. "and a part of me still resents you. but i've seen how you've changed. you've proven yourself time and again. didn't make sense to keep hating you."

like a lightbulb going off, in a great moment of clarity, soap suddenly knows exactly where he stands amongst this mess.

and he realizes now just what he has to do to protect all he's built up.

"i won't let you down, simon," soap whispers, and he'll be damned if he doesn't see to it that that remains true.

[amomentsescape]

Sorry if the request is too weird for you, sometimes I can't tell if I'm being weird.. or just worrying too much, but could I request Slasher headcanon, if the reader gets pregnant? If you're comfort with that

Slashers React to Reader Getting Pregnant

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

A/N: No worries at all! It's a great request, thank you! :)

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy of course, a mix of angst and fluff (not all Slashers are happy about this)

DARK THEMES: A few of these Slashers will mention not keeping the child (Brahms is especially dark and is a bit Yandere themed).

Freddy Krueger

When you first tell him, he just laughs

There's no way you're being serious right now, right?

But when he sees you're not laughing, his grin turns into a frown

"That kid's not fucking mine"

Becomes angry

Freddy is barely even human at this point, there's no way that he could have had anything to do with your pregnancy

He kicks you out of the dream world and leaves you alone in your room to cry

It takes about a week before you find yourself back in his world, facing a very serious looking Freddy

Instead of him yelling at you like you expected, he just pulls you into a hug

He whispers an apology so low that you can barely hear it

When you pull back, he tells you that he needed time to think it over

But being a father wouldn't be so bad

He could turn the dream world into a kid's wonderland

Plus, he still cares about you

He still doesn't know how this happened, but he's come to just disregard that now

Michael Myers

Michael does not like children, nonetheless, having one of his own

You knew this, so the idea of telling him just scared you in all honesty

You pushed it off as long as you could until you knew you couldn't wait any longer

When you finally sat him down and told him, he was pissed

Told you to get rid of it

If you decide to, then things pretty much go back to normal

But if you say no, Michael will be gone

You'll wake up in the middle of the night some random time and find that you're alone

His things will be gone and there will be no trace of him

He'll leave enough food and drinks for you to survive a couple weeks

But that'll be it

You'll never see him again

Jason Voorhees

When you first told him, he literally just freezes up

You don't know what to do, becoming worried he is just going to walk out

But then he suddenly engulfs you in a hug, rocking back and forth

He may not be able to physically show it, but he is ecstatic!

He never thought he'd find someone who loved him, nonetheless want to start a family with him

So the idea that soon the cabin will have a mini you or him running around makes him so happy

Just know that his protective instincts are going to go into overdrive

Will not let you lift a finger

Will engorge you in literally every treat you can think of

And he will not let you leave the cabin unless he goes with you

He's protecting two precious lives now

He won't be flexible on that

But he makes up for it with his attentiveness

He makes less trips out unless you need something

He turns his attention on building a nice crib and area for your future child to rest and play

The idea of being a father just brings a whole new light to him

Thomas Hewitt

Oh my god

Thomas is floating in heaven right now

You? Carrying his child?

He's quite literally a puddle on the floor

He even begins to cry, inevitably causing your own tears to flow despite doing your best to hold them back

If you thought Thomas already spoiled you too much, expect for it to triple

Will cook for you 24/7

Even when you're not hungry, he still tries to get you to eat something since "you're eating for two now"

Will rub your feet and your back a few times a day, but especially before you go to sleep

And if you have any weird cravings?

He'll get them for you without a single hesitation

Thomas will definitely be the type to kneel down and kiss your belly

He's still just amazed that you could possibly be carrying his child in you

It really triggers his romantic side

Bubba Sawyer

When you tell him, he almost thinks you're kidding

You have to reassure him a few times before he finally believes you

But once he does, he's jumping and sprinting around the house

He tells his whole family immediately, not being able to hold his excitement inside

He picks you up and twirls you around, placing hundreds of sloppy kisses on your face

Will rub your belly and just stare at it fondly

He'll have trouble letting you do anything on your own though

Even needing to go the bathroom involves him picking you up and carrying you there

He becomes so worried about hurting the baby too

There was a short amount of time where he'd only hug you from behind because he thought hugging you normally would squish the child

He's so caring and yet so clueless

But you better believe that he will be such a loving father

You just need to keep an eye out though, or else Bubba will spoil that baby rotten

Brahms Heelshire

At first, he has mixed feelings about the situation

The idea that his own flesh and blood is growing inside of you makes him feel... good in a way?

It's like the ultimate possession in his eyes

He's quite literally a part of you now

But at the same time, the idea of raising a child and having to share your attention pisses him off

You're supposed to take care of him and follow his rules, not somebody else's

Even if that somebody else is his own kid

If you choose to stick it out and have the child, you'll notice things seem fine at first

Brahms may even offer to feed and look after the baby while you rest

The issue arises when a couple weeks into taking care of them, Brahms starts to feel cold

The baby requires so much of your attention- too much

They cry and cry and cry and won't give either of you a break

Brahms eventually snaps

You wake up one day to find the baby gone without so much as a trace

Brahms feigns innocence, but you know

Brahms is now for certain that there can only be him

Norman Bates

You're pregnant?

Oh, he's ecstatic!

He immediately has to tell Mother, of course

He's so attentive with you too after you tell him (not that he wasn't before)

Will keep track of your most common cravings and will stock up on them so you always have them on hand

He's already buying baby clothes at the store too even if you both don't know the gender quite yet

He'll tell little stories to your tummy, always ending them with a soft kiss

You notice that he's even more gentle than normal with you too

The way he hugs you and cuddles you at night is very soft, and he only gives you feather light touches

He's not even aware of it himself

He's always dreamed of raising his own family, but he wasn't sure that dream would ever be a reality for him

But he just knows you'll make a great parent, and he hopes he will too

Billy Loomis

When you first share the news, you have no idea how he'd react

He never really discussed having kids, and you weren't sure this would be something he'd want

When you told him, he just looked at the ground with a cold expression

When you probed him again, he looked at you

Accused you of cheating

After several times of telling him you didn't, he tells you that he can't do this

He wasn't ready, he was pretty sure he didn't even want kids, how could you do this to him?

This all built up until he stormed out, leaving you there hurt and teary eyed

You don't hear from him for a month

You're certain that's the end of that, and you were going to be left to raise this child alone

But he suddenly comes back, a baby blanket in his hand

To your confusion, he begins to apologize and tell you that he panicked

After taking that time away to think over everything, he realized that the last thing he wanted was to be like his father

He didn't want to just abandon his own child

He ends up sticking with you for the birth and after

Although a little rough around the edges, he ends up becoming a good father and even better partner for you

Stu Macher

He kind of immediately panics the moment you tell him the news

Not necessarily in a bad way, he just feels so unprepared

Of course, he's thought of creating a family with you

But that was supposed to be like 10 years from now

This feels too soon, and he's not sure he's quite ready for this change yet

But at the same time, he can't ignore his excitement

He loves children, and knowing that you'll be having his very own son or daughter makes his heart warm in a way he didn't think it could

Will spend the night thinking everything over

And by the next day, there's already a crib, toys, and 20 boxes of diapers setting by the bedroom

You're honestly in awe with how quickly he shifted his thoughts from the previous day

Will sit down with you and reassure you that he's going to stick it out with you

Everything will work out as long as you stick together, right?

Stu does love you too

He had no plans of going anywhere

Eric Draven

You almost begin to worry when you told Eric

He so desperately wanted to start a family with you

You knew this

But you also knew that he didn't want to do that until you were out of this dangerous city and in an area he was certain would be safe

So when you told him the news, you weren't sure what reaction you'd be met with

It was only when a large smile broke out across his face that you felt yourself relax

He lifts you off the ground and hugs you close to him, praising you and telling you just how happy he is

He truly can't believe that he's going to be raising his own child with the love of his life

He didn't even know this was a possibility for him anymore

He tries to lessen the amount of time he spends out at night

He hated leaving you home alone before, but now he has two lives counting on him to keep them safe

He isn't going to risk that

But on the nights that he does lose track of time, he always comes home with a takeout bag in hand, somehow knowing exactly what you want

He even makes a promise to get you both out of this city as soon as possible

He should have done it sooner, but now he has every single reason to do it

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✦Slashers With An ADHD S/O✦

This could also be taken as slashers with a s/o that has unmedicated ADHD, it's essentially just them responding to your info dumping or random-ass questions. This is definitely not me just wanting to project random facts onto people-

✧GN!Reader, mention of skinwalkers(in case you're worried bout the energy that might bring), brief mention of cannibalism✧ ✧Bo; He/Him, Vincent; He/They, Lester; He/Him, Thomas; He/Him, Bubba; He/She/They, Stu; He/Him, Billy Lo; He/Him, Brahms; He/Him✧

❀Bo Sinclair❀

He's gonna act so sick of it but he often gets wrapped up in what you're doing. I've always been on the fence if he's neurotypical, or if he has unmedicated ADHD.

If you ask a random ass question that he can't immediately answer, he'll try to brush you off, but then he'll get too curious. Leading to hours of you two coming up with theories or researching some obscure topic. Sometimes it leads to debates that might get heated, but they never turn into actual fights.

Although sometimes he's too tired to deal with your random shit. Like, if you two are in bed, and you roll over with a super obscure topic? He'll give you some tired grunts as responses, but eventually, he'll cover your mouth and tuck you under his chin. "Doll, I'ma need you to shut ya mouth." He loves you but he needs his beauty sleep.

You were washing dishes as Bo sat in the living room, sipping a beer and losing his focus on a TV show. Things were quiet and peaceful. He'd been a bit on edge today, but that was chalked up to his lingering headache. Aside from that? Nothing was wrong, and it allowed everyone in Ambrose to relax...assuming they weren't encased in wax. But your brain was not relaxed. Not with the question that had been bouncing around all day. Finally, it was too much to bare on your own, so after drying your hands you poked your head around the door frame to the kitchen. Staring at Bo on the couch. He sensed it, setting his beer on his knee as he looked over, expecting your words.

"Bo, how come you never see an ad for microwaves?"

His brow furrowed before his eyes rolled. "Really? Darlin' what kind of stupid ass question is th-..." He trailed off as he properly processed the question. You blinked, staring, waiting as you watched it settle over him. The same confusion. He shook his head. "Prolly 'cause everyone knows ya need one." He said, trying to brush it off, but that answer was not satisfying. "But then why are there ads for other appliances? Or toilet paper? Everyone knows you need that stuff." You replied. Bo bit his lower lip as he looked up, thinking again. "...well shit, I don't fuckin' know." He admitted. You jumped in the air and made dramatic hand motions. "SEE?! Right?! It's been bothering me all day!!" You exclaimed. Bo rubbed his forehead as he tried to come up with an answer, or perhaps bring forth the memory of a microwave commercial.

You hopped over the back of the couch and settled next to him. "Bo, it's been eating away at me. I can't come up with anything." You whispered. "I can't either...shit! Why is that a thing?!" Bo demanded, you laughed and put your face in your hands. "Nah nah, we're gonna think of something. This shit's gonna eat at me." He said, setting his beer on the coffee table. He was in too deep now. There was no escaping without an answer.

❀Vincent Sinclair❀

Vincent can't really respond to your random questions or factoids, his vocal cords are damaged and he only speaks when necessary. However, he'll listen! Most of the time anyway. Occasionally, they'll be too focused to hear what you're saying, but they'll pause and sign for you to repeat your last sentence. He wants to indulge you.

You'll remind him of Lester when they were all younger. For this reason, they won't get annoyed. They're a seasoned veteran of the random ramblings of an individual with ADHD. That, and it makes him feel at peace hearing you in the background of whatever he's doing. Reminds him of a more peaceful time.

Vincent's an insomniac. He can stay awake to hear your latest info dump, but, if he's exhausted enough? He's gonna pass out. It doesn't matter how loud you're ranting either. He finds your voice soothing and it's hard to stay awake when they're so tired, and you feel so safe. But don't worry, if you want, they'll ask you to start talking about the topic again in the morning. After their coffee, of course.

There was a quiet scraping sound mingling with the bubbling of wax in a large vat in the basement. Vincent's hands worked diligently as he formed the shape of a man's arm, carefully sculpting the subtle curve of a bicep. They were in their zone, completely focused. Taking even, deep breaths as they went to grab a more precise tool.

"VINCENT!"

And the silence was shattered, making the man fumble with the tool, doing a short juggling act until he caught it. He looked over at you bouncing into his workspace, grinning. "Oh! Sorry, did I mess you up?" You asked as you noticed he was working. Vincent let out a sigh and shook their head, allowing you to relax, energy coming back full force. He set his tool down and signed to you. "What's wrong?" He asked, making you shake your head. "Oh nothing, but I just learned something super cool!" You walked closer and pulled up a chair, setting yourself on top of it.

"Do you anything about Egyptian mythology?" You asked with an excited grin. Vincent paused and tapped his fingers a few times on his leg before shaking his head. "Great! Okay, so there's this god, Anubis, also called Anpu or Inpu. He's a deity relating to death and the passing of the people of Egypt. He's got a jackal head most of the time, which is basically a canine. One of the things he's known for is this ceremony where he weighs a heart against a feather to see if it's pure, and if the heart is heavier than the feather, it's impure. So! He'll feed it to this other deity named Ammit. Which would basically mean your soul can't move on to the underworld." You paused to take a deep breath. Vincent had settled in his own seat at this point, listening intently. He'd never been much for mythology aside from his Greek phase in high school. But you were so passionate and admittedly? The factoids were interesting.

They'd gladly listen for hours on end, it made you so happy, how could he not indulge?

❀Lester Sinclair❀

This man is the king of random factoids, are you kidding me? Do you think he wouldn't be as passionate about your random topics? Fool that you are! He has just as many! It's definitely a bonding thing for the two of you.

The things he brings up most are bug & plant related, but he loves learning from you. He's got several learning disabilities so learning from a book is a bit difficult. This is partially why he loves learning from you. Be careful to have your facts straight though.

You could wake him up at two am and get him enraptured in a conversation with ease. He won't be mad, just a bit groggy at first. He utterly adores the fact you're so willing to share the things you're passionate about, no matter how random they are. And Lester is elated that you return the favor.

Wood shavings fell to the ground as Lester whistled a tune, carving a new knife handle out of some old cherry oak he'd found. He'd hoped to give this one to Bo, in order to replace the switchblade the man had that was starting to give up on him. It was peaceful on his cabin porch. Birds chirping, bugs buzzing, trees only swaying in a slight breeze. He stopped his whistling tune when he heard the screen door creak open and saw you walk out. He smiled as you sat beside him. "Afternoon' sugar." He greeted.

"Lester, I need you to confirm something for me." You said with an intense look. The man rose an eyebrow and looked you over. "Alright...what is it?" He asked. He watched you inhale deeply and finally open your mouth with the question. "Is it true that there are creatures in the ocean that look like tiny bunnies but they're slugs?" Lester blinked before he laughed a bit, a grin stretching across his face. "Yeah, there are! They're called sea bunnies! They're real small critters, buncha slugs in the ocean look real cool. There's one that looks like 's made of leaves too. It eats like a plant too! That photosin-photo, whatever's called." He mumbled. You gasped loudly.

"There are sea slugs that can photosynthesize?! Oh my god!" You cheered. Lester snickered and nodded vigorously. "Baby, I thought they were fake! They're so small and cute, I just wanna squish'em." You explained, making a little squishing motion with your hand. Lester hummed in agreement. "There's this other one. Looks like a dragon, but ya can't pick'em up 'cause they're real poisonous." He said, feeling his heart swell as you let out a sad whine. "All the cool things are poisonous." You complained. You looked back at him with adoration and a smile made from sunshine. "Can you tell me more about random animal stuff?" Lester couldn't have been happier to hear you ask. "Well, don't mind if I do." He adjusted himself in his seat, feeling joy rush through his brain as he started his factoid rant.

❀Thomas Hewitt❀

Alright, he's neurodivergent, but he's never been the type to info dump or even deeply explore his interests. Mostly because he's never had the time or ability. However, seeing how deep you get into your stuff will probably inspire him to indulge himself more.

He doesn't know what a hyperfixation is but he'll relate if you tell him about it. Thomas' tend to be things like sewing and, fittingly enough, mechanics of things like chainsaws. He used to be into old cars when he was younger but Luda Mae would often tell him not to poke around, for fear he'd get hurt by something.

Thomas finds your ease around him cathartic. Sometimes, when you're rambling, he won't be fully listening. Not because he doesn't care but because he's too focused on the fact you're with him. Even when he's at his most exhausted, he'll always find time and energy to watch you be passionate. To share those things with him? It feels unreal sometimes.

Thomas huffed as he tossed a small bale of hale towards a pile in the back of the dilapidated barn. Sweat rolled down his skin, which he wiped with the fabric of his shirt. He tilted his neck and only slightly winced when it cracked loudly. "Tommy!" And there it went again, feeling his heart melt and his stress fade away. Usually when his name was called it meant someone needed something, that he was about to be insulted, that he was doing something wrong. But not with you. No, you always said his name in the sweetest tone. He turned to face you, watching you run up to the barn with a smile. You remembered to step over the board at the entrance since it had unhidden nails.

"Tommy! Okay, baby, I know you're working but can I tell you about something really cool?" He exhaled and his gaze softened. With a deep grunt and a nod, he moved a hay bale off to the side and motioned to it. You cooed and walked up, sitting down on the bale with a grin. "You're a sweetheart." You praised, making him blush. "Okay, so, you know how Native Americans have super rich history? And like, they even have things akin to cryptids and they have their own folklore?" Thomas nodded as he went back to work, showing he was still listening.

"Alright, well, don't take my word for everything here because I may be wrong on some of it. But! There are these things called skinwalkers, in English anyway. They're a thing most notably spoken about from Indigenous tribes around the southwest, like here and Oklahoma and stuff. Typically they're described as shapeshifting beings with deformed, almost, humanoid bodies. The origins kind of vary based on where you get it from, but some traditions say that they used to be powerful medicine men who succumbed to evil. Some other origins think that they're people who committed a deep sin." Your hands moved with your words and you occasionally paused as to not stutter over the words. Though it was a taboo topic to speak about and not something Thomas would've ever sought out, he listened. Pausing his work to stare at you lovingly as you rambled about a creature that was probably pretty nightmare-inducing. He couldn't bring himself to be disturbed. Only succumb to the adoration in his chest.

❀Bubba Sawyer❀

Bubba's neurodivergent as well, they have their hyperfixations, but sadly can't share them much. One, because her family often expressed annoyance so she's no longer willing to show them. Two, she can't really talk. He's only able to babble things that sometimes sound kind of like words.

But oh, oh he ADORES when you share your interests or ask him weird questions. It brings him so much joy. And they feel so seen when you acknowledge they want to share something with you as well. You become Bubba's hyperfixation safe space and he returns the effort tenfold. (Her fixations are jewelry & fashion magazines)

She'll never not listen to you. Of course, if he's working, he'll need to be focused on that. But you're more than welcome to sit nearby and keep talking. They take note of everything you say, and if it's something he can find and give to you? They'll search for something you'll like so hard every chance they get.

Bubba patted his hands on his lap as you sewed a hole in his apron. Though Bubba knew how to sew, and enjoyed it, sometimes their big hands made it difficult. That and their random muscle spasms. But, you were always willing to help, something that made his love for you triple almost every day. You smiled as she leaned in to watch you work more closely. "You know, Bubs. Maybe I should make you a dress. I have a few designs I think you'd look great in." You said. Bubba's brown eyes widened and she squealed, watching you finish the stitch, placing the needle down. As soon as he was sure you wouldn't get pricked, he squeezed you in his arms, making you laugh.

You set his apron in his lap and stood up, grabbing a busted-up sketchbook that they'd grabbed off a meal once. You sat back beside her and flipped open to a page. Bubba flapped her hands excitedly as she caught sight of a chubby figure in the concept of a flowy dress. "See, I tried to consider what would be best with your work. I figured sleeves would get in the way so I kept them either short or just as straps, adjustable of course." You explained as you pointed to the sketches. "I mostly took inspiration from those magazines you have. Most of those dresses have shirt tops and blouson cuts, but I couldn't help myself by when I imagined you in a sundress." Your smile grew wider as Bubba wiggled in place, letting out happy squeals and excited squeaks.

You began to ramble about different waist cuts and fabric patterns, colors that you felt would compliment Bubba's skin tone. Eventually ending up in his lap as he squeezed you, rocking back and forth. Feeling adored and cared for. No one else had ever put in this effort to indulge her and she felt ready to cry from joy. You hummed and turned a page. "You know, I think a babydoll cut nightgown would also be real cute on you.~" You purred, going to slowly turn the page again. Bubba caught sight of a slightly revealing babydoll cut "nightgown", with detailed lace, clearly meant to be a bit see-through. They squeaked and covered their face. You laughed fondly and reached to place kisses on the backs of their knuckles.

❀Stu Macher❀

Again, you think this dude doesn't have ADHD? There ain't no way in hell. This man is a poster child for unmedicated ADHD if I've ever seen one. His hyperfixations being horror movies and true crime, clearly. He loves to have someone to rant about these things with, but a lot of people aren't down with it. Imagine his joy when he found out you were. And even more so when you do the same back.

He's a bit hard to get into things that don't already interest him. But, he does his best to listen anyway, since you do that with him. However, if you have a similar interest to him? Stu is all over that shit. He finds you so sexy when you rant about the cinematography of your favorite movie or the psyche of a fictional killer.

If you know you have ADHD and tell him, you might actually be able to convince him to get tested. It won't change anything, but Stu being on meds would probably help him out in school...or it would just help him be more down to earth. That's wishful thinking though.

"Babe! Baby, babe babe babebabebabe!" Your voice cut over the movie Stu was watching, making him pause it. The image of Jason standing in a doorway to a cabin fizzled and glitched on the old TV. He laughed when you dove over the back of the couch, setting down the snacks and drinks you brought, quickly turning to face him. "I have theories and I need to spill them before I forget about them." You said. Stu grabbed a soda and cracked it open. "Well spill then baby! I'm all ears!" He grinned, taking a large gulp of Dr.Pepper. You got yourself comfortable and cleared your throat, starting off with a deep breath. "It's about the Ghostface killings recently." Now that caught his attention. "Yeah? What'cha got, babe?" Twisted excitement formed in his chest as he awaited your words.

"I don't think there's one killer, I think there's two." His brain sparked up and his heartbeat arose, leaning his arm on the back of the couch as he listened. "See cause, when Casey was in her house, she was called on the phone and the killer talked to her right? They probably were giving her things to make her think she could survive, if it were me I'd choose...like, a trivia thing. Get the answers right, ya live. But of course she didn't They killed her boyfriend on the porch while she was still on the phone, but then evidence showed someone was in the house to hunt her down. That doesn't make sense! There would be no feasible way only one person could utterly tear Steve's organs out and then get into the house without her noticing. She probably had both doors locked anyway! But, if someone else was already inside while a second killer Jack-The-Ripper-style killed Steve, it would make so much more sense!"

Stu ran his tongue along his lower lip, watching you get more animated and invested into your theory. Despite talking about a recent murder of peers, the terrifying concept that there were two people out there ready to commit horrific acts, you were smiling. Buzzing off excitement while talking about a murder. "And! The amount of strength and time it would've taken to tie her and pull her over a tree branch, not being seen? One person doing that is hard to believe, but two people? That's a piece of cake!" You declared, only to be cut off by a passionate kiss to the mouth. It silenced you for a moment, but it didn't do anything to your stuttering heartbeat. Stu pulled back with a smug grin. "You're so sexy when you dissect murder plans." He said. You snorted and let out a loud laugh. "I'm a fuckin' freak, huh?" Stu laughed. "And I love it, baby!"

❀Billy Loomis❀

He deals with Stu every day, he's used to it. Billy's not one who infodumps or hyperfixates, but he's not incredibly annoyed by it. Most of the time anyway.

If you catch him in a bad mood, he might ask you to be quiet, but it's not personal. It's not that he doesn't care or anything, he's just not in the mood for a lot of information being said to him at a fast rate. Most of the time though, he'll be perfectly fine with it.

He won't really get into it with you, but he'll support your interests and occasionally entertain your weird questions. Billy's particularly happy if your hyperfixation benefits him, however. Like with Stu, true crime & horror movies are things he's always willing to hear about.

Billy paused the movie and looked over. "You've been chewing on your lip this entire time, just spit it out." He said bluntly, though he had a calm smile on his face. Both of you were sat in your bedroom on your bed, watching a copy of Halloween H20 that you'd rented. Billy didn't really like movie talkers so you'd tried your best to hold it all in until the end, even if you had a million things to say. But he knew better and he was in a good mood. As long as you weren't talking over the movie, he wouldn't have a problem. He bit back an amused snicker as you let out a relieved breath and got ready to rant.

"I was just thinking if there was maybe a reason Michael can survive so much. Cause like, he is human. He needs to eat, we hear him breathe, even if he doesn't die he does get wounded by people attacking him. So it's not that he's a demon, even if Loomis calls him pure evil, so maybe there's a medical reason he can withstand all that!" You began. Billy set the remote down and pulled himself up to sit against the headboard, crossing his arms and nodding, urging you to continue. "Okay, so, hear me out. What if he just has a surplus of stem cells? Like, they're out of control." You said, starting to talk with your hands. "Stem cells? Remind me what those are again."

You huffed and muttered something fondly about how he failed biology. He snorted at the comment. "Stem cells come from your bone marrow and they're what helps you heal from stuff. Like, if a section of your liver is removed? Stem cells will make the organ grow back to the perfect size for your body. When we get older, they tend to slow down, which is why it takes longer to heal from stuff. But theoretically, if Michael just has a fuck ton, he could come back from almost anything. As long as he has bone marrow, he'd keep producing stem cells, and he'd keep healing. At that rate, even old age couldn't kill him. Old age doesn't kill you, it's just your body's functions shutting down because of old dying cells." Billy hummed and rose his eyebrows, considering your theory for a moment. He then nodded with a smile. "That would actually make a lot of sense. A lot better than the cult idea." You beamed. "Thank you! Also yeah, that movie was fuckin' awful." He laughed and opened his arm, allowing you to lay against him. "You gonna let it play now?" He asked, to which you nodded. He patted your arm and grabbed the remote, allowing the movie to play again.

❀Brahms Heelshire❀

Aight, he's autistic, he doesn't have ADHD. He needs strict structure, he has no idea how you just wing everything. You're all over the place! It's frustrating! ...sometimes, other times it's fun to watch and listen to you. Brahms hasn't ever really had friends, not ones that seem so excited to talk to him anyway. It's a nice change, actually.

He'll start to be more comfortable with sharing his own thoughts on things he's really into. Brahms has never been able to speak for an hour on a chapter in a book before, and he feels really at ease when you listen to him. He's a bit hypocritical and occasionally tunes you out when you're ranting, but he'll usually try to listen.

Brahms is amazed at how many topics you can seemingly flow into, even when starting on something completely unrelated. He's endlessly entertained by you, so much so, that it'll occasionally make up for you accidentally letting time get away from you and going off schedule. Occasionally.

Brahms cleaned his brush as you spoke, running it over a napkin to dry it off and ensure it wasn't holding any more of the green paint. You'd been rambling for an hour now, more so to yourself than to him. The noise was a nice change from the deafening silence that he'd been used too in the walls. Brahms lifted his mask slightly to take a bit of the sandwich you'd made him, allowing himself to tune back into your rant. "Actually, some people have said that there's a stage of decomposition where the stench is almost sickeningly sweet. I've never smelt it like that though, the stench of death is pretty recognizable as not sweet." Brahms stopped mid-chew and stared at you. Where in the hell had you gotten this from? He could've sworn you started on food first.

"I wonder if cannibals found that smell appealing, actually. Maybe they considered it the "still safe to eat" time for when a body is already dead. I imagine they'd want it fresh though." You muttered whilst putting away a glass. "Actually! Interesting fact, some cannibals have described human meat as being akin to pork, just with a strong & bitter aftertaste. And the more muscular someone is, the chewier they are. Also I think I read once that tattoo ink has a terrible taste, which would make sense I suppose. In history, human was sometimes described as long pig or hairless goat!" Brahms cleared his throat and snapped you out of your train of thought. You made eye contact with him through his porcelain mask, seeing his look of confusion and slight concern. You chuckled bashfully, rubbing the back of your neck. "I don't know why I know these things, but I promise it's not from personal experience." You reassured.

Brahms sighed and shook his head. You untensed a bit when he let out a little chuckle, one that was deep and genuine, not covered by his "child" voice. "You have got to be the most interesting nanny I've ever had." He said, accent thick as he spoke. Your face heated up and you let out a soft laugh, nodding. "Probably the most out there for sure. I'll take that as a compliment and uh, stop talking about cannibalism now." Brahms nodded and took another bite of his sandwich, pushing the chair out next to him with his leg. You took it with a smile. "How about you talk instead, hm?" You offered. Brahms cleared his throat again and nodded, he had plenty of things to discuss. Perhaps the eras of painting styles would be a good choice.

(bet you thought the cannibalism was gonna be in Thomas or Bubba's huh? YOU THOUGHT WRONG)

[cyberchronics]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

it's almost that time of year....

thoma + inazuma winters (gone sexual)

★ cockwarming, nipple play, grinding, riding, public-ish sex, marking, dash of dacryphillia, subby sensitive thoma ★

✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩

thoma's first winter in inazuma is so rough. back in mond he'd just call it a day and curl up by his fireplace whenever it got cold outside, but now he's so busy he just has to brave through it until the end of the day :(

his cute red nose is running, scarf wrapped tight around him as he attempts to use his vision to warm his skin to no avail. he's feeling miserable while sporting a cheery smile, just wishing night would come faster so he can cuddle up with you in your comfy bed.

there's always lunch, he supposed, using his little free time in between tasks to stare up into the afternoon sky. maybe you'll agree to skip eating this once and warm him up instead... he'll have to think of a good pitch before he makes it to the teahouse.

∘₊ ✧───────────────────✧₊∘

Thoma buries his chin in your shoulder as he holds you tight, chewing his food happily while gripping your waist. He can't think with you seated fully on his cock, the searing heat of your tight hole fogging his mind and making him melt into a puddle. It's the only thing today that manages to succeed in warming him to his core.

The two of you are huddled together in a private room at Komore Teahouse, his thick winter coat draped over your mostly clothed bodies. You reach for the plate, having taken up the job of feeding him today, and Thoma lets out a needy whine in response to your jolt.

His hips buck up out of habit and make both of you moan, the shared laugh following after being punctuated by a tender kiss. Cold, shaking hands snake underneath your shirt and cup your chest, icy fingertips massaging the hard nubs until they draw a pretty noise from your throat. It makes him want to put cute hickeys all over your neck and bring you to the brink of pleasure over and over again until you're satisfied.

To his surprise– and absolute delight— the sentiment is shared. Caring hands tangle into his blonde hair, pressing his face against your shoulder as you begin to grind slowly. At this point, Thoma thinks he might go crazy. Even with your skin in between his teeth, he's so sure that the people in the neighboring room can hear the loud whines he can't seem to muffle through the thin walls.

The thought of someone walking in on the two of you has him whimpering even louder, tears welling up in his eyes when you start to bounce on his lap. You ride at the perfect pace for him, giving him deliciously slow and deep strokes despite how hard his fingers dig into your side. "Mmm, fuck— please...!" Is all he could choke out before cumming with a sloppy kiss pressed to your lips.

He's never been more thankful that he carries an emergency condom.

Thoma pants as he leans against your chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he kisses over the bite marks populating your skin. A comfortable silence sweeps over the teahouse until finally, he speaks, a stupid yet small smile plastered on his face.

"You know, sweetheart... I'm still a little cold. Could you lend me a hand?"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: finally had some downtime to write during the week ♡ thoma is such a cutie need him in my bed

[multifandomwriter56]

Codependent Siblings

A/N: This is for @zablife's 2k Celebration An Evening at Arrow House I hope you like it, Lee; and congrats again! I'm using a dark twist on my OC that I'm hoping to introduce to everyone later on.

Summary: The new Mrs. Shelby is excited to meet the infamous Margaret "Maggie" Shelby. Or as her enemies know her as Mad Maggie. But when Tommy refuses to let her meet his sister, Mrs. Shelby decides to take matters into her own hands. Will she regret her impulsiveness or will she make a new friend?

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Margaret Shelby (OC), Mrs. Shelby

Warnings: language, dark!theme(ish)

Word Count: 1,058

Mrs. Thomas Shelby enjoyed her long honeymoon, but she has to admit, she's very excited to get home and meet Thomas' family.

She's especially excited to meet his youngest sister, Margaret. Better known as Mad Maggie.

When the new Mrs Shelby asked Tommy how his sister inherited her name; he never answered her directly. He would joke, saying how his brother, John, would call her that just to annoy her. When Y/n would ask why, his reply was always, "It was John. How the fuck should I know?"

But Tommy promised she would meet Maggie when they arrived home; which won't be too hard since the young girl still lives at the Arrow House mansion.

She thought about asking Tommy why the twenty-six year old still lives with her brother, but figured he is done answering questions for the day.

***

Now Mrs. Shelby would hate to call her husband a liar, but it's been two months since they left Paris, and she hasn't seen Maggie once.

Every day she asks Thomas about the young girl and every day, he walks up the stairs and unlocks the door to a room that she isn't allowed in. A few minutes later, he'll come back down, a hollow look washing over him as he quietly tells her, "Not today."

Day forty-six, she breaks. Questioning her husband's actions.

"What do you mean not today? Why the bloody hell is she locked in a room? Why can't I see her? And why am I forbidden from setting foot in that fucking room?"

Tommy wishes he doesn't have to forbad his wife like he would a child; but she absolutely cannot enter that room unless it's a good day.

A good bloody day.

There hasn't been a good day since John's death; and he doesn't think there ever will be one.

He wraps his wife in his arms. A gesture he will never get to do with his baby sister ever again. "I know, love. I know you want to meet her; but she's... delicate, and I can't risk either one of you getting hurt because she's having a bad day."

Not able to wrap her mind around his words, she decides not to fight him.

She'll meet the famous Mad Maggie and she'll meet her tonight.

***

For the first time since they have been married, Mrs. Shelby is grateful for being a light sleeper. Tommy doesn't go to bed until the late hours, so she's able to sleep until he climbs into bed next to her.

She waits for the heavy breathing that signals her husband has fallen into a deep sleep before slowly pulling herself up.

She grabs the set of keys Tommy uses to unlock the forbidden bedroom before quietly slipping out of the master bedroom.

She pauses for a moment, listening for the maids. When she hears no footsteps, she tiptoes her way to the forbidden room.

When she's standing in front of the door, she glances over her shoulder before unlocking the door.

Slowly, she opens the door, her eyes adjusting to the pitch black room.

"Tommy?" A hoarse voice calls from the corner of the room.

"M-Maggie? My name is-"

"Are you the newest wife?" The voice questions, laced with humor.

Taken back by the question, Mrs Shelby slowly answers. "Yes."

The dark figure stands, her only light coming from the hallway. She can't help but take a step back when the figure takes two steps forward.

The blood drains from her face, her veins turning ice cold at the haunting laugh that comes from the figure.

"You shouldn't have come in here. It's not safe. Demons live here."

"D-Demons?"

"Aye-" The dark figure takes another step foward, the sinsiter smile plaster on the young woman's face shining through the light. "And I, Mad Maggie, am their ruler." A hollow laugh slips through before all amusment drains from the terrifying yet beautiful face. "And my demons are hungry."

Her scream pierces through the house, her heart beating so fast that she believes it will beat right out of her chest. She's frozen in fear and can't get her legs to move as the mad woman stalks towards her.

"Margaret!" A hard, but terrified voice cuts through her screams.

The newest Shelby watches as her husband grabs the mad woman and forces her away from his wife.

Tommy doesn't stop pushing his sister until her back hits the wall, ignoring his wife calling his name.

She thought Tommy would hurt the young woman, but as she looks over the room she sees what looks like squared pillows covering every inch of the walls.

"Aw, come on, Tommy! I was just messing around." Maggie cackles. "Well, there was a fifty/fifty chance I wasn't." She winks at the woman, ignoring her brother shaking her in warning.

"That's enough!"

"Oh, come off it, Thomas!" She yells. "You know in the end, you'll always pick me. You can't get rid of me. I'm the last bit of sanity you have left." She giggles. "Even if I do drive you mad."

"Shut up!"

Maggie does, but her sinister smile turns from her brother to the woman who realized she's never known true fear.

How could Tommy keep this from her? How could he do this to his own sister?

"She needs help, Tommy."

"No!" She jumps as his snapping voice, but the young woman just laughs. "They can't help her."

"You tell her, brother. Only you can help me. Only big brother Tommy."

"Please, love. Go to bed. I'll be there soon."

"Just come with me now. I'm scared, Tommy."

"You should be."

"Maggie!"

"Get used to it, Mrs. Thomas Shelby. He can get a new wife; just like he did with you; after Grace died. But blood family is always going to come out on top. Just wait. You'll see soon enough."

"Tommy-"

"Go to bed." Tommy is pleading with his wife. "She's not right in the head. She just wants to frighten you."

Seeing the pain, the horror, and his own fear in his eyes, she listens to him. She drops the keys on the floor; and with shaky legs, makes her way back to the master bedroom.

Feeling numb, she stares up at the ceiling, sleep refusing to take her away from reality.

"What did I get myself into?"

Forevers: @desiredposion @theseakrakence @simonsbluee @elenavampire21 @kmc1989

Peaky Blinders: @psychkunox @theshelbyclan @lilymurphy03 @findinghisredrighthand

[fort-cozy-mcblanket]

HII! I just entered the shamy fandom, (um i’m super super late to it tho lol) like days ago since got horribly fixated on tbbt and i found your acc whilst looking for shamy fics, (AMAZING STUFF BTW)

anyways

There was an episode in tbbt probably s9/8/10? I don’t remember but, amy is asking sheldon what kind of movie he’d like to watch and she suggests comedy or drama, and he responds that he alreadly laughed and saw someone cry that day, (obviously amy being the one that had to go through those)

How do you think that scenario went down? Like how did she stub her foot, when, where, how did sheldon handle it after his laughter died down

It sounds like a silly short kinda drabble idea and id like to hear your thoughts

Hello! Welcome to the fandom! I feel like I joined late in 2021, so it makes me really happy to hear there are still new people joining now. It's never too late! And thank you so much for reading my fics!

The episode you're talking about is from season 11, The Tesla Recoil. This is maybe a kind of boring take, but I assume Amy stubbed her toe just on some furniture around their apartment, the coffee table seems like a likely culprit. Judging by the fact that Sheldon was still laughing when they brought it up and by how Amy spoke to him, I don't think he was very comforting to her after it happened. But a little bit later in that scene they have this exchange:

If he actually does Google Mrs. Edison, he'll find out that Thomas Edison's first wife died and he later remarried. And maybe this information would give him pause. Remember he and Amy are engaged here. I could see indirectly considering the possibility of her dying being the thing that prompts him to make up for his earlier reaction and give her some comfort and affection.

Then again, I could also see him accidentally stubbing his toe on the same thing later that night and only then conceding that maybe it's not so funny after all.

[chocolatedeerllama]

Sad times

Beware: talk of suicide

Sometimes there's no way without seeing the sadness. The sweet David Mallard knew that some days were bad but others were either good or worst. It didn't help that he was a medical examiner (ME) but he could talk to the bodies like they could talk back but the do a bit with how the bodies got on his autopsy table. 

It took a few months of all the autopsies to get use to seeing a lot of bodies. He used to be scared with seeing a dead body but now it's like seeing patients in a hospital. They show things that most people wouldn't see at first like if a body had scars, tattoos, piercings and other things.

The first body in his line of work was someone he kept close. David saw someone he thought he'd never see on his table.

His brother-in-law Jason committed suicide by hanging on his bed after being taunted for being the sweet young man he was.

The first thing Dr. Mallard was going to do were see the bruises around Jason's junk then cover it with a towel. David looked on Jason's chest and saw the small scars around his pecs like David where he had his transition to the man he is today. The second thing he saw were the scars were Jason cut on his wrists about seven months before he knew about his brother's harming. Jason had to get his anger out on something.

Seeing the names that Jason was called in the police reports from the last days in his life.

" Lt. Grant

-October 24 2014

Jason was called "a f*gget" by most of the kids in one Social Studies class.

-October 25 2014

Jason called 9-1-1 about the same kid who called him "a f*gget" wearing pink and staying near girls because they don't judge him for being who he is. Jason was so scared.

-October 26 2014"

The day before Jason's suicide.

Jason talked to one Social Worker Olivia Rollens and she took Jason out of his Social Studies class where he teached to disabled kids to talk about his feelings and the kids making fun about what he wore the last few days.

Lace arm wear, jeggings, a lot of pink and purple to show how happy he was being with who he is.

That night David didn't know that was going to be the last time he would see Jason alive and well. The last thing David told Jason was something he didn't know was the last thing that Jason would hear from anyone.

"Know that I love you and you're always welcome in this house anytime you need to talk. Good night Bro love ya."

The next day Henrietta; David's sister and Jason's wife came home after a hard night in the ER at seven and saw Jason's body on their bed with his belt around his neck too tight to think about; body cold, eyes closed like he was sleeping and she screamed while crying. "Jason committed suicide!!"

The note left wasn't sweet but gave closer.

"Sorry you have to see me like this but the kids at school now know that they're the reason for this. They took me to this stage of my life and they don't care. I've given you the last of my belongings to you and David (Ducky) will know that it's for you. If you need any help with anything you know who to call. (924) 555-7553 is the number you'll want to keep. And our three beautiful triplet kids (Aaron, Michelle and Thomas) will be happy to see their Uncle Dave a lot in their lives. If you could, would you be in the autopsy room to see what's there.

You might need a bit of funny business so just go to David for any laughing in any time. Know that he'll always have your back unless you do something that's you're at fault.

Love you Henrietta you beautiful wife and first love since the first day I knew that I wanted to love you since August 1979 until we meet again look at the good. You should know I want to be cremated; no casket for me. A small urn with a bit of bling will do. The rest of the money is yours. Always know I've loved you since we first knew about each other. And keep my ring you beautiful mess of my most treasured love and know that I will always see you as well as be with you on your ring finger."

Jason signed it with his signature with the check of the 25 thousands of dollars from his checking account under the letter. If they needed his passwords; he wrote them all down.

This is why David does what he does. He gives closure for those who lose someone. Most of the bodies that come in are of officers on call or out on the call, none of them committed the worst thing. Jason was the first of the many bodies he would see.

The worst bodies now are burnt and or suffocated but they say a lot about what happened to them even if they can't talk. They got their time to talk and show things.

The last one at this point in his career was an officer on call when she was shot.

Lt. Sara Bain was shot by a sniper when she was talking to her boss. Her body was preserved very well the few days before she reached David. At least the day she was killed her team wrote next to her body when she was shot and they also knew who shot her. They had the sniper in custody and Bain was wearing a camera on her protective gear. Her last words were "Now I thought I would die before I heard you say that Odafin said something right-"

Seeing in his own view of what happens out on the streets David knows what happens out there.

Now it's all clear. The first dead body David saw was his kitty back in 1949 when his 13 year old cat died naturally. Seeing his kitty's body was sad but comforting to know she died peacefully in her final sleep. Now the dead bodies he sees on regular and he doesn't flinch getting to see those bodies anymore. It's like seeing anyone normal. Talking during autopsies was soothing and it got him into a good attitude when he sees the bodies.

Talking is good. Getting the talks he's had for days in his head is best to get it out onto a new slab.

The latest addition in his family was a small kitten from a crime scene; this little deaf Maine Coon kitten with its black toe beans (one pink), his paws being perfectly big for the big baby he is. And the white tuft of chest fur on the kitty gave David the inspiration with the best name because the kitten was sweet but also a bit of a big cloud of farts. There went the best name; Beans. David laughed when he smelled the kitty's doings. Seeing the kitten got him to talk to the kitty about anything as if the kitty was his therapist.

The next day David went to the cemetery to see his brother-in-law's headstone and he sat for a good fifteen minutes. Talked nicely, just talking like he was still with them. The flower holder was open for new flowers to be put in so David thought about putting some in but Beans thought he'd be able to sit in it. David started to laugh a little bit at the kitten but it was all good laughing. If Beans' fits; he sits.

"If you were still with us you would laugh as well about this silly baby and his name is Beans because he toots a lot. I believe that he knows you're here since he trotted to your headstone and love bumped you. He must love you since I love you. What you did back then in the '80s with Hen was so sweet. About her; she's looking for a girlfriend and she'd think that you would want her to live her life fully."

It's like Jason's soul came down and covered David with a warm hug like he said 'yes, tell her to live fully.' Feeling that Beans slumped on Jason's headstone while purring paws out on top of it while making air biscuits. The kitten made the most satisfying purring and head bumping.

"You would love this little kitten Jason. Beans is starting to love seeing your headstone as if your soul went into him." Beans purred so loud the force of the love he fell over on the headstone. Eyes shut and the best nirvana in his life, happiness. Air biscuits all around for Jason's spirit to see all the good. "If only you didn't go Jason... Hen still thinks about you and even talks well about the morning she found you unresponsive and dead in the eyes. You would love to see anything about Hen and I being how we are now. Hen when to the fire department to be a half-time paramedic since she wants to be a general surgeon so she's trying to get her doctorate and see what she'll see at her half-time job. She's so close to getting her doctorate and thing she'll be called Dr. Henrietta Wilson RN and taking your last name. The world has one Dr. Mallard; it doesn't need another one. Hen found a puppy at work and she decided to keep the beautiful dalmatian at the scene of an accident and named that puppy Marshall. The puppy was so clumsy with it's big paws that he could always fall over to anything. Seeing Marshall trotting around like he owns the place is so cute.

David could see how Beans was acting around Marshall and one day after coming back from work; seeing them sleeping together with their tails tucked with each other and Beans' back to Marshall's chest. They were so happy to be with each other. Always so happy to be with each other.

[thomacrumbs]

how fortunate it is, to have you.

thoma is inazuma's most eligle bachelor, i mean, he's got everything down- from looks to smarts to housework, there seems to be nothing that phases him. well, there isn't, unless that something is his classmate (and crush of, like, seven years), in which he then finds himself less of a put together barista and a schoolboy in sixth grade again.

thoma x gn! reader. coffee shop! au. thoma's a mess but we love him. ♡s & ↻s appreciated! a/n at the end but this is for @kkayn! happy hols!

“hi! welcome to komo-” when he whirls around, bright, customer-service smile ready to dazzle someone with his wit & charm, he wasn't expecting you to be standing there, basked in the light of a winter afternoon, staring thoughtfully at the menu above his head.

calm down, thoma, it's just y/n- my god, it's y/n! wait- put down the cup before you fucking drop it & make a fool of yourself.

his suddenly shaking and sweaty hands set down the mug he was cleaning on the counter with a clink, opting to set his hands against the familiar grooves & dips of the cashier screen instead.

“hi, um, welcome to komore teahouse! how can i help you?”

he flashed you his best grin, although he doesn't really have to try, as he realised his jaw is starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling once he spotted you.

“wow, thoma, i didn't know you worked here. do you run this place by yourself?” you smiled back at him, and he swears the room suddenly got brighter, you can't do this to him- he'll go blind!

so that's why ayaka gasped and suddenly dipped into the backroom, she must've spotted you from outside the window... she's never going to let this one go, thoma.

“i'm the only one out here right now. usually there's other people too.”

he replies, face heating up as you lean forward to get a better look at the menu. when you draw back you watch him fumble with those really gorgeous eyes he could get lost in... focus!

“anyways, i can, uh,” he stammers, attempting to find something to do with his hands. is it too awkward to pick up the mug again? or should i just keep it like this? am i gripping this too hard?

“can i get your coffee? i mean do you want drink? want cup? i-... thirsty?”

you laugh, and he hears wedding bells & angel choirs (even if you are laughing at his expense).

“calm down, thoma, i'm not going to eat you.”

you puff out your cheeks as your eyes scan the menu again, and his heart almost jumps out of his chest, and he's pretty sure you can hear the comical BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP of his heart wailing & screaming and doing cartwheels.

“how about that one?” you point at the far right display board, and he can already see the curly script of ayaka's handwriting in his mind.

how does our barista see you? get them to choose a drink based on how much they like you (or not)!

“the one where i have to choose something?”

you laugh at his horrified expression, “yes, thoma, the one where you have to choose something.”

you lean on the table, hand steepled as you place your chin neatly upon them, eyes fluttering in pretend innocence as you stare up at him.

“how do you see me?”

THINK CAREFULLY, DUMBASS. THIS CAN RUIN YOUR RELATIONSHIP FOREVER.

“maybe... the chocolate mocha latte?”

ARE YOU STUPID?

he sees your eyes flicker over the board, no doubt trying to figure out what a chocolate mocha latte means. he watches as your face stretches from confusion into a cat-got-the-canary grin.

“maybe?”

“uh, no, you are.”

he flashes you his signature smile- the one grandma coos over and everyone in a five mile radius swoons over. might as well die on this hill.

CHOCOLATE MOCHA LATTE - I WANT YOUR SMILE TO LAST FOREVER.

“well, thoma,” you muse, seemingly unperturbed by his basically-a-love-confession answer, “i'll give you... a caramel expresso.”

a caramel expresso? but that's... he whips his head around to make sure he's not imagining it. but as he suspected, in pristine white chalk looped across the board accompanied with a crude drawing of a coffee cup-

“i love you?” he splutters, surely, you must mean something else-

“i love you too, thoma.”

you laugh as he turns as red his apron, eyes widen as he gapes at you, “how did you know?”

“about your pretty obvious crush? ayaka had enough, so she told me. but i guess i hid my end pretty well,” you cheekily smile at him, and lean forward to press your lips against his cheek, and he splutters, the normally all-competent & head-screwed-on-straight thoma reduced to a simple tomato, and even more adorable, it seems.

“so?” you question, but all you get in return as a series of frantic incoherent noises.

ah, you might've broke him.

hi @kkayn! i was your secret santa for this year. i hope you have a wonderful time with all the gifts you want <33 happy holidays!!! i hope this was to your liking mwah mwah.

[maybeijustwanttobeme]

Fear of the Knight: Chapter 7.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Female!Reader

Warning: swearing, spoilers, violence and mention of rape

Summary: After a childhood and youth together, Bruce and [Y/N] live separate lives full of secrets. A new serial killer in Gotham unmasked the truth of the city, but the lies of Bruce and [Y/N] also were unmasked. What is the cost of the lies?

Notes: English is not my first language.

Masterlist: Fear of the Knight

Sorry for the delay, between my elbow surgery and the end of the semester I wasn't able to write, but I'm back (again)! I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment if you want to be tag ⭐️

-[Y/N], are you sure? I don't think it's a good idea to look for the vigilante.- Neera was worried.

-Of course, I'm sure. I already convinced Gordon to let me call him. I need to do this. He's the only one who can finish them off. I need to be free, and even if I have to go to jail, at least no one will be able to control me.

-You're one of the few good people I know in Gotham, but you're still a person, and you're going to make mistakes. You helped me! A stripper with no future! How many women from the Iceberg Lounge have you gotten out of that miserable place?

-32… but Annika…

-You're not going to be able to save us all. Just keep trying to change lives. I got your back, little bird.- both smiled at each other.

-How do I look? -[Y/N] asked as she showed her uncoordinated outfit to avoid being recognized.

-Horrible- answered Neera sincerely.

-Perfect!

-Now, we're going to get you out of this hospital.

-[Y/N], we can still go. What if he sees you as a threat?

-I don't think so -[Y/N] chuckled and showed her cast.

-What if I stay with you?

-No, I need you to go to the Wayne Foundation and give Annika's case- she said while tapping the envelope with evidence that they had worked in the hospital.

-I can do it tomorrow…

-No, I need Bella and Harvey to commit. I need to put the killer behind bars.

-How do you know the Wayne Foundation is going to cooperate?

-I'm going to speak directly with Bruce.

-[Y/N] - Neera gave her a worried look. Neera knew part of her history with Bruce. Neera was her best friend. Although [Y/N] wanted to tell her everything, she knew that she would put her in danger if she knew the whole truth of her life.

-I know he'll help.

-How?

-His parents. Martha and Thomas would have helped.

-If you insist. Call me when you get home.

-Sure.

[Y/N] got out of the car while trying to catch her breath. What floor had Gordon said?

Women liked him. He liked them, too, but he never stayed in one place long enough to form a lasting relationship. His relationships after [Y/N] had been just a fling and were just for pleasure. He was not sure he wanted one; he could only fantasize about a future with [Y/N]. Oh! But Selina was a beautiful woman, dangerously beautiful. She also understood his nocturnal world.

-I told you, baby. I can take care of myself-Selina said sensually before leaving, but he realized that she stopped when she saw a person. He turned around, thinking it was Gordon, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw [Y/N] standing there.

She had her hair fluffy, and no makeup and her bruises stand out more. She had an old Gotham University sweatshirt and shorts too big for her. She finally combined it with tall purple rain boots and a yellow raincoat. Bruce wanted to smile seeing her like that. He could almost hear her laugh looking for puddles like when they were children.

-You knew?- Selina asked her as she walked towards her like a cat hunting her prey.

-What are you talking about?

-Don't pretend to be stupid. It doesn't fit you. Since when did you know about Annika? - Selina's anger against [Y/N] was clear.

-I found out the last night we met - [Y/N]'s body language was defensive. She definitely wasn't looking to have that conversation with Selina.

-And you weren't going to tell me?

-It's not that I have your phone, and these days I've tried…-she was interrupted.

-I don't see you moving a finger.- [Y/N] changed her body language to an offensive one. She wasn't going to let Selina make her feel any more guilty.

-I'm not going to go looking for the killer. I'm going to have Harvey look him up as PR. I already told you that I don't have a death wish, and looking for the killer would be looking for the same destiny. Do not take justice into your own hand, Selina. The consequences can be high.

-I don't see anyone looking for justice for Annika

-And what do you think I'm doing here? - Bruce witnessed a battle of women who wanted to be right that was basically a battle of titans in front of him.

-You are not different from them. Taking dirty money and living off it.

-I have no choice. My fate may be the same as Annika's. I'm still a valuable little bird but replaceable. If you want to hunt down the killer, do it. I'm going to do it my way- [Y/N] with her look and tone, she left no option for Selina to say anything else. Selina followed her path as if she had never bumped into [Y/N].

Bruce watched [Y/N] take a deep breath as if she was taking courage.

-Stop judging me with your gaze.- she told him while trying to fix her hair in a ponytail, but she couldn't because of the cast. Bruce's fingers itched to help her. Since the day he'd seen her at Mitchell's house, he'd dreamed about her soft hair.

-Why could I judge you? Because of your friendship with Penguin? Or with Falcone?

-You don't know a thing, Bat.- the two stared at each other. Bruce didn't know what to say. He didn't want to talk much either. She could somehow recognize his voice. [Y/N] didn't know where to start.

-The cat got your tongue? - [Y/N] tried to joke around to break the tension. She didn't know where she had gotten the confidence to joke around with the Bat. Maybe it was the pain meds. Bruce still didn't say anything.- Uhm… I'm here to tell you a theory I have about the rat and answer any questions you may have about the mob.

-I thought you worked with them. - Bruce's tone was harsh.

-The most appropriate thing to say is that I work for them, although that would be to say that I have a choice.

-I saw you very comfortable with Penguin- he replied.

-Oz has saved me on several occasions. He is a friend.

-And Falcone? - The tone of both began to be increasingly hostile.

-He is more like my captor.

-I don't see you locked up.

-If I wasn't locked up, I wouldn't have come to you.

-Why are you locked up?

-Because of a bad deal I made a few years ago.- Both remained silent for a few seconds.- Could I tell you my theory? I'm not here to talk about my personal life.- the Bat nodded.- You remember Reed 'Piggy' Porcello, right? It was your first case with Lieutenant Janice Dure.

-How do you know that?

-I worked with Mitchell. We've heard about you since the first case. You remember it, right? - he just nodded again. The vigilante was a man of few words.

-Porcello was one of the few people who started working for Oz and Falcone, who worked for Marroni and my dad. And not only that, but since they were arrested, Porcello has had positions within the government. Why do you think Falcone paid to get him out of jail?

-Do you think he is the rat?

-Don't know. I just think it's a bit suspicious. Porcello betrayed Falcone, and he's still alive and working for him and the government.

-Like you.-he told her as recrimination. Bruce was trying to stay calm, but he wanted to know why [Y/N] was involved with them.

-I'm not the rat-her tone and gaze were strong. He knew she wasn't the rat, but he needed to confirm that information.

-I saw Penguin giving you money.

-It was for Colson. I'm a perfect disguise to move papers and money around, but I've never done anything else

-And being the key witness in the trial of Marroni and your dad? -[Y/N] felt that question was an offence.

-That is my worst mistake.- she needed to undo the lump in her throat.- I'm not the rat because I would have let your cowl be taken from you at the funeral - she argued.

-One theory is that you're using Porcello for us to investigate him, so you can go free.

-I am not the rat!-she almost cried.

-Why not? Your theory is that Porcello is a suspect because he is working for the government and Falcone. Also, he worked for Marroni and your father. But you are in the same position. Why him and not you?

-Because I lost everything, and he won.- her face had changed to one of rage. [Y/N] had gone through endless emotions during this confrontation.

-What did you lose? You own your father's company, the family house…

-Just on paper!-she interrupted him.- My family's company is dedicated to money laundering and their operations. My family home is destroyed. Until a few days ago, they decided where I lived. They choose my car, and my job and control some of my money. As Colson said, I'm their favourite doll.

-How did you end up like this?

-A bad deal. I want all of them in jail, and even if I have to go with them; I will be free from their control. I'm going to jail on my own terms.

-Why don't you tell me everything?

-No, it's my story. It's personal.- she returned to a more neutral tone but determined to prove her point.

-Do you really believe that Porcello is the rat?

-I don't know.- another silence.- Only when I think about it, who is the one who has won the most? Only Porcello comes to mind. Also, they don't call him Piggy just because he's fat, but because of the carnage, he commits when they ask him for a job. Since he started working with Falcone and Mitchell, he was no longer just a criminal, but a politician. Mitchell paid him well for his jobs outside the office. The rat is someone we can't imagine.

-Can you talk to Porcello?

-No

-Get some proof?

-No. I can't be near Porcello.- her tone did not give rise to discussion, although Bruce preferred to insist.

-Why?

-It's personal.

-It's hard to work without some proof.

-Kenzie is close to him. You could ask about Porcello; he's always in the Iceberg Lounge.- Bruce kept thinking that it couldn't be Porcello. He had watched him after the GCPD didn't put him in jail, and nothing indicated that he was the rat- You still don't trust me, do you?

-It can't be Porcello

-Why?

-It's personal - Bruce wanted to play with her too.

-I'm not the rat.

-What was that deal, [Y/N]? - he changed the subject. He hoped he could convince her to tell him the truth about her involvement.

-It's my life! I haven't told anyone. Why would I tell you?

-If we solve this case, it could help you set free.

-I can't… I can't. I don't trust you.

-Do you have any documents from them? or something that can serve as a clue?

-No, they are clever. They use paper so it can be destroyed and not tracked. I told you that Porcello is very close to Kenzie, look for him, he will talk.

-How do you know he would talk?

-Just tell him that you have the audio of [Y/N]. It's not proof, but he will sing if you ask him.-

-What is the audio from?

-It's personal.

-They'll know you talked to me. If you tell me the whole story, I can pretend I found it somewhere else, but with the half of the story, they'll know it's you. I'm not going to put you at risk.- That was true. There was no universe where Bruce would put [Y/N] at risk.

-Nobody knows the whole story.- she confessed.

-You protected my secret, and I'm going to protect yours.- [Y/N] thought that maybe she would never have a similar opportunity that someone could know her story to help her be free. What could an outlaw do? She looked into his eyes and saw absolute sincerity. Alos, I kind of familiarity like when you listen to someone you love.

With a sigh, she began her story with her.

-After college, I went to Metropolis to work for Lex Luthor on his PR team. At first, my dad didn't care until my work began to stand out, and my dad asked me to return to work in the PR of the family company. I told him no, the company was at Marroni's disposal, and because of that and… for… nothing, I didn't want to return to Gotham.

-The whole story, without gaps. - The Bat said with a certain sweetness.

-Because of Bruce Wayne, everything reminded me of him. During those two years in Metropolis, I was happy. I was starting a new life.- [Y/N] smiled as she remembered her life in the quiet city of Metropolis.- My dad wanted me so much in Gotham that he sent people to destroy my car, my aparment and follow me everywhere I went. I felt so insecure that I had to go back. My dad told me that it was temporary job, and I accepted.- There was a brief pause accompanied by a sigh.-After almost two years of work, I managed to raise the image of the company and my family. When I wanted to move out, my dad told me no. He was desperate because the GCPD had already started the whole investigation. He needed the family image, and I couldn't leave because he controlled my money, my car, my apartment, everything. I was going to sneak out after a night out with some friends at the Iceberg Lounge, but he found out. That's when I met some of Piggy's fury. Oz's men stopped Porcello. Falcone found out about my situation, and some of his men came looking for me to talk to the Boss. Falcone and Mitchell told me that if I was a key witness for the trial, they would take me out of my dad's control and give me their protection. They were going to give me control of life again. I accepted, and that was the worst mistake. My dad found out about that, and he sent Porcello again. He was goint to give me something worse than death.- she couldn't hold his gaze for a second and breathed again to gather courage for the next thing. Bruce felt his body burn with rage. - I knew my dad would do something, although I never imagined that he would send someone to rape his own daughter. From previous experiences, my apartment had cameras and microphones. When Porcello arrived, he destroyed the cameras, but not the microphones. Those are the audios I mentioned you before. Kenzie was with him, and he wanted to participate. Oz's men got there in time. Porcello only managed to break my wrist. Porcello and Kenzie spoke with Falcone, and they came out alive and with new jobs. Porcello stayed longer and left with his political job. -the melancholy in her voice turned to rage.- I was furious, and I went to talk to Colson, he ignored me. That's when I met Harvey. He told me that I should keep those audios for some future blackmail. The two of them were protected by Mitchell. To compensate me for that, Mitchell gave me a job with him and promised that Porcello and Kenzie would never come near me again.- her voice calmed down to a neutral one.- After the trial, I wanted to leave, but Falcone wouldn't let me. He told me that my company would be managed by them, and I would receive my monery as "owner". I told them no, and Porcello took me to the dock. That night Falcone told me I was replaceable, but they wanted to help me for helping them get Marroni out. I could being their little bird, or I could easily end up at the bottom of the pier. Nobody would do anything, I had no family, and if society replaced the Waynes, of course, they could replace me. - she smiled reluctantly at the end of that part of the story. - That's how I came to work for them. In these 3 years, I have been with them, Oz has protected me, and Mitchell gave me a job, but everything was conditional on what Falcone wanted. Porcello's betrayal made me think that he was going to go to jail or they were going to kill him, but they just gave him a little slpa in his hand, and he went on with his life; that's why I believe he is the rat.

-You never saw another escape window?

-Yes.- [Y/N] didn't want to tell the Bat, but she needed to get everything out, and he seemed to be a good listener.- When Bruce Wayne settled in Gotham after his constant travels, I thought he could buy my freedom - [Y/N]'s head was starting to hurt, and she felt dizzy.

Bruce felt a tightness in his chest. He had never hated himself so much in his life. He pushed [Y/N] out of his life to protect her, but he never realized she was already living in hell. Despite that, she was always looking to help people with a smile.

-I'm sorry for everything. I'm going to resolve this and give you your freedom as it seems you have done with the women of the Iceberg Lounge.- he promised her. Bruce would died rather than let her Falcone's hands again.

-I want justice for Annika, for everyone who suffers because of them.

-I will keep your secret it as if it were mine.

-Thanks. Do you think it's Porcello?

-No, when he made his deal with Falcone, the GCPD should already have a rat for the trial. But I need to talk to both of them because Porcello might know the rat to make a deal with Falcone, especially after the bombs incident. You're right. The rat is someone who won too much and was close to the circle of Marroni and your dad. - he told her sincerely.

The phone of [Y/N] interrupted the conversation. It was Neera.

-Hi, what's going on?

-You're good?

-Yeah, what happened?

-It's about the Waynes. I don't know how much support the Wayne Foundation can give. Just watch the news when you can and call me

-Okay. I'll call you- she didn't understand anything Neera was saying, but she sounded anxious. The Waynes?

-All good?- he asked when he saw her confused

-Yeah .. just something about the Waynes.- she wanted to move, but her dizzines made her fell. The Bat was faster and took her into his arms like a side hug. [Y/N] was on his left side. So close, she was able to look at a tiny mole just like Bruce's. She saw his lips, and they were just as delicate. She looked into his eyes as blue as Bruce's. She needed to touch him to know if he felt the same way. Bruce saw how [Y/N] looked at his lips, and he desperantly wanted to kiss her. He had kissed Selina a few minutes ago, and he had liked it, but [Y/N]'s lips were like a drug. Of the things he missed the most on his trips were her kisses. Wherever [Y/N] wanted t kiss him, from the most simple and tender on the cheek to the most seductive on the lips. When he looked into her eyes, he knew she had found out his secret.

-Bruce….- she whispered.- I need to call him… something about the Waynes.

-I'll look for you when I hear from them .- he was still holding her in one of his arms. It was almost inhuman to let her go.

-Take care… I… I should go.- [Y/N] now needed to find out if it was Bruce the vigilante. Bruce released [Y/N] little by little, and she just as slowly walked away from him.

-[Y/N]. Be careful. I'll be watching you

-No, as you can see, I can take care of myself. Solve the riddle and stay alive.- [Y/N] needed the vigilante to live. Was it Bruce? That question would eat her until she discovered the truth.

Bruce watched her go. Now more than before, he needed to discover the rat to free [Y/N], but what about his parents?

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The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

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Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

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Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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[damiano-mylove]

How the members of Måneskin would react to you being ill

GN!reader, medicine talk, illness *Masterlist*

Vic

Honestly, Vic gets concerned when you fall ill

You'd be the one telling her to relax, that it's just the flu, you're not going to die

Still, Vic cares for you like no other

She would make you homemade soup, straight from her ancient family cookbook. It involved too many spices to count, lots of green vegetables and chicken broth

One whiff of that soup and you sinuses would be cleared instantly

If the two of you lived together, Vic would sit on the bedroom floor while you laid in the bed; giving you space so she wouldn't fall ill too but also comforting you

Vic made extremely good conversation with you when you were sick, conversation that would have you walking on air even after you were perfectly okay

Anything you wanted, she would get you without hesitation

A warm cloth? A bucket? Tea? You name it, she'd be at your beck and call

Vic would do anything for her love, and her love being ill was absolutely no exception

Thomas

This motherfucker

He was ill first and gave it to you because he can't go an hour without you beside him, especially if you two lived together

Your home would become something of a quarantine zone (even after both of you got better because Thomas didn't mind having you to himself for an extra day)

Tuesday, he was hacking up a lung and had the fever of all ages, and by Thursday, you were in the exact same state

Thomas didn't even try to hide how pleased that made him

One of you would power through each meal to make something for you two to eat, though neither of you ate very much while you were sick

Once you caught it too, the No-Kissing-While-Sick rule went out the window and that was a bit of a relief for both of you

Being ill didn't stop Thomas from singing to you with a very grainy, phlegm-y voice

It was almost as if Thomas never wanted either of you to get better - he would lose his latest excuse to spend all of his time with you, though he had many more to spare

Also, your home would become television central because the two of you could only hear the other moan and groan for so long

Ethan

The King of Taking Care of You

It was like Ethan had a medical degree anytime you had some manner of ailment - he would be able to place it instantly and know exactly what to get or do for you to ensure you'd be better in a matter of hours, two days at maximum

The cabinet above the stove was like a chemist' office

There was OTC, Pepti-Calm, Robitussen, Lemsip - anything you can name, Ethan had

Ethan couldn't resist holding you close to him when you got terribly cold when you were ill, and he constantly kissed your forehead ('I'm checking your temperature,' he would tell you)

Somehow he would never catch whatever you had - his immune system was amazing

Ethan would make you laugh so hard that you would start coughing like you were freebasing

You would bitch at him for it, but Ethan refused to ever stop making you laugh. It was against his morals and better judgement. Not to mention, everyone knew you loved it

Every time you’d drift to sleep, it would be to Ethan’s melodic voice, reading one of your favourite books

When you'd be sick, Ethan was no longer your 'beloved', he was Dr. Torchio

Damiano

Damiano really tries his best, there's no debating that

However, he never really know what to do

He'll buy literally anything from the drug store in hopes to make you feel better; cough drops, syrups, pills, patches, anything to make the love of his life feel their best

Damiano would get terribly worried

You'd assure him you were still more than okay for him to go out and have fun, but even if he would leave for a bit, he would leave wherever he was early just to get back home to you

When you were perfectly healthy, Damiano would do anything for you, but God help you when you were ill

'Amore, are you sure you're alright now? I think you should stay home again today, just to be sure.'

There was always a good chance he would catch whatever you had as well, but sometimes he didn't

If you were having some manner of hot flash, Damiano would offer to sleep on the couch because he ran so warm, but how could you ever sleep the night without him?

There would be no way to ever question Damiano's love for you after you recovered - that's the level of care he provided to you, his true love

for @fly-high-in-the-sky-my-love i hope you dont hate it :)

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where it takes Thomas a year

Description | There's something between you and Thomas, but as time goes on, it becomes more and more difficult to figure out if you're on the same page.

Content | Angst, fluff, little bit of smut (but no detailed descriptions)

Pairing | Thomas x gn!Reader

Word Count | 5972

Tag list | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans @manesimp @ohtorchio @daddydamiano @bidet-and-legolas @maybanksslut

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January

The bar is dark and dirty, shoes sticking to the floor wherever you walk, unidentifiable music playing lowly in the background. You don't mind. You're sitting around a table with people you barely know and there's a skinny white boy animatedly talking about something or other and you decide that as long as you can keep looking at him, you'll stay here forever. He has got that kind of beauty about him that belongs in Gucci campaigns and on music magazine covers. He doesn't know that you barely understand a word of what he is saying. Not only is his speech far beyond your comprehension skills in Italian, but he is also apparently speaking in a Romanesco dialect. You don't mind.

His hands are moving around so much they almost shove the bottles and glasses off the table and your drunken mind doesn't let you focus on anything but his long, slim fingers. His nails are painted black and you never found nail polish on men all that appealing but somehow, everything about him is. One of his hands wraps around a bottle of beer, one of his rings causing a clacking sound that no one but you hears and you cannot help fall into fantasies of that same hand touching you.

A couple of people are getting up now. You are not sure what the plan is, but you're assuming they're heading to the bar for another round of drinks. You don't immediately realise that he is talking to you now, which seems ridiculous with how closely you have been watching him all night, but when you do, you awkwardly admit that you don't actually understand a word of what he is saying. He laughs a wonderfully melodic laugh and repeats himself in English. You decide you love his laugh.

He is talking about music, playing live, some records you have never heard of and you cannot keep up. You don't know nearly enough about the technical sides of the subject that he keeps raving about and you've had too many drinks to pretend. He doesn't mind.

Neither of you notices the others coming back, already in deep discussion. You don't know if anything you say makes any sense at all, but he is nodding along and looking at you with wide, open eyes and hanging onto every word so you keep talking. He is drunk, laughing at things that aren't all that funny, but so are you, so you laugh along.

The bartender ringing the bell for last call is the only thing that is able to pull you out of your conversation. Both of you slowly shuffle to leave the bar, losing your friends along the way. The cold outside air hits you like a ton of bricks, yet you don't feel any more sober. For a moment, as you both look at each other with expressions not quite identifiable, you consider taking him home. Dragging him into your bedroom just to see what he is hiding under those clothes. To see what his fingers feel like on your skin.

But then one of your friends pulls you into a taxi they have called, someone shuts the door and the driver starts the car before you have a chance to protest. You can see him standing on the sidewalk still, lighting a cigarette and watching as the car takes you away.

February

It takes you a moment to remember where you have seen him before when you bump into his body backstage. He surprises you by pulling you into a quick hug but you don't want to be weird so you hug him back. He asks you what you are doing here and you reply that you could be asking him the same thing. He laughs shamelessly and you wonder what is so funny until he reveals that you are actually backstage at his gig. You feel foolish but he tells you it's refreshing to talk to someone who is not impressed with who he is. You don't tell him that you are, in fact, very impressed, just not because he is in a band.

Without any further questions, he throws his arm around your shoulders and leads you to his dressing room, where various other people are gathering. You give a quick nod to a friend of yours who is playing in the support band and the only reason why you're backstage at all but all he does is wriggle his eyebrows at you and... You realise you still don't know the blond boy's name.

Thomas, he tells you. Thomas Raggi. It fits him perfectly and you cannot explain why. You tell him yours in return and he repeats it, rolling the letters off his tongue and you think your name has never sounded this lovely.

When the support band goes on stage you watch from the side, cheering on your friend and singing along and Thomas never lets go of you. It's painfully obvious that he has never listened to them before but his dance moves make up for it, twirling you around and making you repeat his steps and you never stop laughing once.

An hour later, it is Thomas' turn to take the stage and it is the first time you connect the dots as to who is in the band with him. The drummer looks ethereal, dark hair flying around as he gives it his all, the bassist is a gorgeous little blonde that screams confidence, the singer might be one of the most charismatic beings you have ever seen, but no one draws you in quite like the guitarist does.

You love watching live music but Thomas is something else. He gets into it like no one else. His heart is in it in a way that makes you wish for him to love you with a matching passion. You almost forget to dance along, too distracted and too deep into your own thoughts. You barely notice the support band gathering next to you to watch, or your friend squeezing your side, thanking you for coming.

As the gig ends, the singer presses an open-mouthed kiss to Thomas' lips and you wonder what it feels like. You think you would quite like to find out tonight.

You don't get the chance, though, at least not really. The band has to load in, pack their things, chat to a few people and then they're being told to get a move on, get in the van so they can travel to the next city on their tour, get to the hotel, and sleep.

Thomas pulls you aside, shouting to the rest of his band that he's going to smoke one more cigarette, and then he'll be ready to leave. He offers you one as well but you refuse. He looks hot when he's smoking and you hate it. Neither of you speaks for a minute.

Then he asks to see you again. His hand is on your waist. You tell him yes, what else are you supposed to say. When he is looking at you with his doe eyes. When you still cannot stop thinking about his mouth. He tells you he'll be home all day next month and then lets go of you to type your number in his phone. You cannot tell if he will actually call.

His band shouts for him to hurry up, so he throws the cigarette to the ground and stomps it out with the heel of his boot. He hesitates for a second, then presses a soft kiss to your forehead that feels much tamer than what you had been hoping for.

This time you're the one standing on the sidewalk watching him drive away.

March

He does call. In fact, he calls repeatedly, asking you out, asking you to tag along somewhere, asking you to visit him. You are busy with your job and your family and your friends and you are dying to see him but it's hard to make free time. So you talk on the phone. You're scared you're getting in too deep, scared that you're starting to build up a version of him that only exists in your head, scared that you will be disappointed when reality cannot live up to the fantasies you have lying awake in bed at night.

It's mid-March by the time you pack a weekender and turn up at his place. Not unannounced, of course, but somehow it still feels unexpected to see him. It is the first time the two of you are alone, during the day, in a private place. You don't spend a lot of time talking that first day.

He kisses you, passionately and impatiently, the second you drop your bag. You do not complain, you wouldn't dream of it. His mouth feels even better on yours than you had pictured in your imagination and you already know you are not going to get enough of him any time soon. There are hands clumsily pulling at clothes and tongues tracing along skin and a lot of time to explore each other's bodies. He causes you to see stars, multiple times, and you do the same for him. It is hot and heavy and full of moans and you cannot remember the last time you had sex like this.

When you wake up again, dawn is just on the brink of coming around and you're alone in his bed. You can spy him sitting on his balcony, cigarette in hand and you quickly put on his shirt before joining him outside. You mean to take a seat next to him, but he pulls you onto his lap immediately. You lean into him, taking in the quiet and the dark and the way he still smells like sweaty sex.

It feels too good, being here with him. He presses soft kisses to the nape of your neck you feel yourself slipping back into a state of utter bliss. He turns you around so you face him, straddling his lap, and it doesn't take long for him to start fumbling with the shirt you are wearing. You do it again right then and there, out on the dark balcony with the world around you asleep.

You spend the rest of the weekend like this. You're insatiable and he's not much better, constantly clinging on to you. Even when you decide to cook a quick meal, his arms are wrapped around you from behind and his chin is resting on your shoulder.

You don't change into any of the clothes you brought. Whenever you aren't naked, you usually slip one of his shirts over your head. You haven't seen him wear more than his boxers ever since you arrived. Both of you use the time to get to know each other inside out. You start to learn what the other one enjoys, where they like to be kissed the most, how to get the highest moans and most desperate whimpers out of each other. But you also learn about each other's fears. Of your pasts and your families and your plans for the future. What you expected your life to look like when you were ten and how wrong you were. You learn that he doesn't love anyone more than his three band members and how he likes his breakfast. He learns all about your favourite movies and how you ended up in Italy.

Sunday evening hits both of you hard. He tells you he will never forget the way you look right in that moment, bag already in hand, and it feels like goodbye. You cannot stomach the thought. But he says he will call you and he might be at the studio a lot but maybe you can come and visit. You're not sure if he is being serious or if he just doesn't want to see you cry. He tangles his hand in your hair to pull your head to his once more and gives you a mind-blowing kiss you will dream about until you get to see him next.

April

The studio is more like a house. Four bedrooms and a pool almost make you forget they are here for rehearsal. You finally get formally acquainted with Damiano, Victoria, and Ethan but Thomas still monopolises your time. The others get annoyed at you sneaking off to be alone and after Damiano accidentally bursts into Thomas' room while the guitarist's head is in between your legs you decide you should make more of an effort.

You break the ice by cooking a massive dinner, starters and desserts included, and find out that everyone was right about getting into people's hearts via good food. Dinner is served out on the terrace, Damiano helps set up, Victoria brings the wine and you end up talking for hours. Damiano tells you he is glad that there's more to you than the moans you make at night and you almost get offended but Thomas slaps the back of his head and you know their banter means no harm. Ethan helps you clean up afterward, then disappears into his room as you head back out. You cannot help overhear the other three talking outside as you're approaching and you cannot help stopping in your tracks to continue listening.

Damiano's voice is easily distinguishable and probably louder than he intends it to be. It is the wine's fault, really. How come you brought her here, you hear him ask and you're glad you made the effort to improve your Italian over the last few months. You've never brought anyone anywhere. Victoria chimes in, agreeing with Damiano, almost poking fun at Thomas. Yeah, what's up with that. Are you in love?

You hate that he scoffs at the suggestion. So, you haven't talked about what you are doing. You haven't talked about what you are, exactly. But there is no need to refuse this option straight away. You don't catch exactly what Thomas is saying as he is mumbling along, but you are certain you hear him refute. They all giggle in a way that almost makes you feel like they are making fun of you. So you take a deep breath, holding your head up high, and step out onto the terrace.

They don't look embarrassed. They don't even look caught. You think maybe it's because they don't think you heard. Or understood. Damiano suggests a late-night swim in the pool and you agree before he finishes his sentence. Both you and Thomas dash to his room, quickly changing into swimwear and you have to swat his hand away when he briefly plays with the string that holds up your top.

Thomas doesn't actually need to be dared to jump into the water but Victoria does so anyway. You watch from the edge of the pool, amused, as you suddenly feel hands on your back attempting to push you in. You react quicker than you ever have in your life, turning to grab the offending person - who turns out to be Damiano - and pulling him into the water with you. Both of you emerge spluttering and laughing. Victoria takes the stairs, loudly proclaiming herself a lady among peasants, and is quickly dunked by Thomas. She complains about her ruined hair but cannot keep the giggle hidden.

You enjoy the heated water around you, while the cool April air hits your face. Damiano joins into the game of dunking for a while but you stay on the sidelines until Victoria joins you. She looks gorgeous in the light, wet hair plastered to her forehead, and you wish you had an ounce of the poise she possesses. She tells you she has been friends with Thomas the longest, meeting in school, long before any of them knew that one day their lives would be irreversibly intertwined. She says she has nothing against you - much the opposite - but Thomas is like a brother to her and she cares for him deeply. It is incessantly clear that she is protective of him and it endears you. Apart from constantly distracting him, you're doing him good, she says. She hopes to see you around more.

You hope so too.

May

Life feels domestic with Thomas by your side. You don't see each other as often but when you do he tends to stay at your place. His touch still lights you on fire but there's another aspect to it. The waking up next to each other, your head on his chest or his on yours. The cooking and the clean-up after. The standing in front of the mirror and brushing your teeth, doing your skincare routine, and leaving dots of your moisturiser on his face to annoy him.

You're not sure if he enjoys it quite as much as you do. He laughs along with you but he is also the first one to initiate sex. And, oh, the sex. Now you're alone with each other again, and not in the constant danger of one of his bandmates catching you, you explore more. You find out just how much he enjoys being submissive and you enjoy creating a new, more dominant role for yourself. There's leather and latex, chokers and harnesses, spanking and bondage, and both of you discover new sides to yourselves and each other.

As May draws on, his visits become shorter. You don't notice at first but the first time he tells you he is not staying the night you suddenly see a clear pattern emerging. He is willing to help you cook if he gets sex afterward. He is happy to wake up next to you in a peaceful tangle if he got sex beforehand. You're torn. You don't know whether you should mention it, whether he is aware of it, or if you're simply reading too much into it. You decide to test him.

It's almost midnight when he stumbles into your apartment that day. He is all over you immediately, exploring hands and hot kisses, but you tell him you have some leftover tiramisu. He seems happy enough. But then you drag him into the bathroom for your evening routine and you put on your comfy pajamas and snuggle into bed and he seems a bit lost. He doesn't say it, though. Instead, he crawls into bed with you, gets under the covers, and spoons you. You fall asleep.

You don't stay asleep for long. Thomas is tossing and turning and when he wraps his arms around you again you know why. He is hard. You whisper his name in the dark and are answered through a groan. He is gripping you tightly now, one of his hands wanders up to grasp your breast through the fabric of your shirt. It doesn't take much. It is impossible to deny him.

When you wake back up again the next morning, the bed is empty. You call out for him, hoping he might just be in the bathroom or the kitchen, but there is no answer and when you sit up and look around the room you realise all of his clothes are gone. You feel used and annoyed. You also feel like your hypothesis has been confirmed. The thought is tiring you out enough to wrap yourself back into your blanket and allow sleep to take over once more.

June

It's weird seeing Victoria without Thomas. The only time you have ever met her was when you were attached to his hip, so when you run into her on the patio of a restaurant late one evening, it almost takes you a split second to remember where you know her from. She, however, knows you immediately. The hug takes you by surprise. She asks you if you're here with Thomas and you wonder why she doesn't know. You tell her no. You don't tell her you have not spoken to him at all this week. She is blissfully unaware of the turmoil inside of you. That much becomes obvious when she invites you round for a party at hers the next night - but surely, Thomas has already told you about that. You neither confirm nor deny, but accept the invitation simply because there is no saying no to a face like Victoria's.

No one seems to notice that you and Thomas arrive separately. In fact, by the time you get to Victoria's, he's a couple of drinks in and the life of the party. He is in the middle of demonstrating his best dance moves on the kitchen table when he sees you. He jumps down, almost crashing to the ground, before stumbling over to you and smothering you in kisses. Whispering sweet nothings of amore mio and cucciolo and cara mia. You revel in the attention. You love that he is doing this in front of everyone, showing them you're his and he's yours. You ignore that it might be drunken talk.

You pull him into the kitchen, where the music is slightly more muffled and there aren't quite as many people, and make yourself a drink. He's hanging onto you like you are his lifeline. You want to pretend it is always like this, like he always adores you this much, like he calls, like he wants to hang out with you because of who you are, not what you do to his body. Yet, it's his body you cannot refuse.

Two strongly mixed drinks later Thomas has you pressed against a wall, hands desperately grasping for each other and his mouth on your neck. You barely notice Victoria shouting at you to get a room and no, not mine! It's the first time in weeks he takes you home to his and you want to be elated but it's impossible. His fingers feel as good as ever as they trace your skin but in your mind, you know his heart is not in it.

In the morning, it's you who is awake first and it's you who gets up, gathers belongings, and leaves. You only hesitate once, right before opening the door leading you away from him, but it's not worth the heartbreak, so you go. It doesn't feel good and there's no relief in it.

July

If you ever thought you could simply banish Thomas from your life, you were sorely mistaken. You don't think he understands why you keep trying to walk away. He does understand that something is wrong, though, and he tries to make things better. He tells you about a little summer house he has been thinking about renting and asks you to come along. You ask why you cannot just spend time together right here, right now and he says he wants to be alone with you. In a way you cannot help but interpret this as I don't want more people to see us together, I don't want any more questions about whether you are mine, I don't want to explain myself. It should have been romantic but there is another sentiment seeping through.

You agree anyway. It is hard to say no to the gorgeous boy when he is begging you with those doe-shaped eyes. So you pack your things, heart still heavy, and he plants a wet kiss on your lips when he picks you up. You decide to push your doubts away and enjoy yourself.

The place is adorable, a little house just on the beach, tiny and homely, and barely anyone around. You look at Thomas standing in front of the window, sunlight hitting his face, and think he is beautiful. It barely seems fair that someone like him would exist because everyone else just pales in comparison. You think you might never get over him. You surely will never get over looking at him.

You walk over to the man that isn't yours, wrapping your arms around him from behind and you cannot help your hands wandering lower, grasping his hardening flesh. He might never be fully yours but until your heart can take letting him go for good, you will take his body if that is all you're getting. He takes you on the kitchen counter, making you scream in a way that has you thanking your lucky stars, before dragging you into the shower and taking you once more.

The days are a daze of being entangled with each other. You barely leave the house, but when you do he takes you out to a lovely restaurant not too far away but you know it's only because no one here knows you. He holds your hand and he opens doors for you and tells you that you look beautiful. Then you get back home, or what you wish you could call home for the rest of your days, and makes you come undone time and time again.

You feel yourself falling for the gorgeous boy more and more and it is one morning, curtains forgotten to be drawn closed the night before, where the early sun hits his sleeping form just right that you realise you love him. You're so far beyond infatuation. You are getting deeper and deeper into this fantasy you are building for yourself, one where it is always the way it is right now, one where he proudly holds you in his arms in public, one where he is screaming from the rooftops that you are his and he is yours. The more time you spent with him, the harder it becomes to face reality. You're slipping.

August

It is festival season and Thomas is away a lot, sometimes coming home for a couple of days at a time and then vanishing again for longer. You miss him terribly, you almost feel lost without him. He calls, but it's not the same. Victoria calls too, and you don't know what you did to deserve her attention. She tells you Thomas is miserable whenever he is off stage and a plan is quickly hatched. Two days later you are on your way to Denmark.

Victoria meets you at the hotel, making sure you get a room on the same floor the band will be staying on for the next two nights, and then takes you to the festival grounds. It's loud and crowded and crazy and if you weren't dying to see Thomas, you would ask her to just leave you alone in front of one of the stages and let you lose your mind, but you don't.

You follow Victoria into the backstage area, quickly flashing the pass she supplied you with, and walk past a labyrinth of vans and busses and busy areas where musicians and everyone who works with them is hanging out. Victoria says she's not entirely sure where Thomas is but he's bound to be where alcohol is being served and you soon reach a little outdoor bar area. You see a glimpse of what looks like him vanish behind the bar stand and quickly follow. You don't notice if Victoria is still behind you.

It turns out you were right, as you round the corner and see the man you had been craving, but you wish you weren't. Your heart doesn't break all at once, but the beat becomes a deafening pounding and you think you might throw up. He is pinning a girl against the wall of the bar. That is when the first piece of your heart breaks off. He is touching her the way he touches you, uses all the moves you have gotten to know, and another piece of your heart crumbles and dies. Her hand is between his legs and the way he whimpers causes your heart to collapse into itself.

You barely hear Victoria shouting, you cannot understand the angry Italian words she is throwing around, and you want to turn and run but your feet are rooted to the ground. You simply watch as Victoria pulls Thomas off the girl who is quietly slipping into the background and disappearing and even with your lack of comprehension, you know the two friends are exchanging heated words. At some point Thomas turns to you, asking you why you are even here, but Victoria interjects, shouting at him because she misses you and you've been miserable, bastardo!

It is when he tells both of you that he doesn't owe you anything, that you're not together, that you're certainly not exclusive, when your body regains its sense of movement. The sound of the harsh slap your hand delivers to his cheek seems to echo and you don't wait for his reaction. You leave. There is nothing left here for you but more heartbreak.

September

You do not hear from Thomas. Victoria is trying to reach you numerous times but you do not answer. You spend the days in a dull state of being. You go to work. You do your chores. You cry yourself to sleep. And repeat.

October

Thomas is trying to reach you. You do not answer. Victoria is trying to reach you sometimes but you do not answer. Life has not become any easier. You go to work. You do your chores. Sometimes you meet friends. You cry yourself to sleep. And repeat.

November

You don't want to go out but your friends have had enough. They do your hair and your make-up, they set out a sexy but comfortable outfit and they make sure you get a first shot or two in before leaving. You don't admit it out loud but it does make you feel better.

The place they drag you to is loud and crowded and crazy and it makes you feel like you can forget for a while. It would have worked better if you hadn't spotted Damiano and Victoria on the dance floor. A twisting feeling settles in your stomach. You decide to get yourself another drink only to see Ethan there. He spots you and gives you a little wave. You wave back but the panic rises and your face doesn't match the action. They are all here. Probably.

You cannot help yourself. Drink in hand, you pretend to go looking for your friend but as you are circling the club you are looking for someone else entirely. You spot him easily. He is sitting on a table in a corner, on his own, beer bottles in front of him. He looks miserable. As if he knows, he lifts his head and your eyes meet. You feel like you're about to hyperventilate, so you turn on your heels and all but sprint to the smokers' area behind the club. There are barely any people out here, cool November air nipping at the bare skin on your arms and legs. You don't expect him to follow you but he does.

He looks worse up close. His hair looks like it hasn't seen a brush in weeks but not in the stylish way he usually wears it. His eyes are bloodshot and there are dark circles underneath. You know he's drunk, you know from his appearance and his demeanor, but he is not the usual life of the party. You wait for him to say something. Then he walks up to you, carefully throwing his arms around you and pulling you close. You almost push him away but your heart tells you differently.

He mumbles chants of I'm sorry and I'm an idiot and I don't deserve you and you have to slowly push him off you because this is not going to be over with a few apologies. You sit him down on a picnic bench standing in a corner, leaving a bit of space between you. You are aware he could win you back over with just the right looks and just the right touches but you need more.

You talk until you're frozen to the bone and only then do you accept his embrace again. You re-live your whole relationship and it becomes crystal clear where your shortcomings were. Where you went in different directions without telling the other. Where you expected what the other couldn't or wouldn't provide. You are brutally honest and the tears that soon begin rolling down both of your faces prove it. Discussing the Copenhagen disaster hurts most but you get through it. He is quick to admit fault. Yes, he was miserable. Yes, it was because he missed you. Yes, it was also because it scared him and he wasn't ready and he tried to deflect by hooking up with a girl he had literally just met. Yes, you are allowed to hold that against him forever.

That night you go back to his place with him and for the first time, nothing happens. You undress each other down to your underwear but there is nothing sexy about it. It is just two people who care deeply. You both get under the covers of his bed, holding each other close and studying each other's faces. His hand strokes your cheek. Both of you still have puffy eyes. You feel safe. No one says a word. You are simply looking into each other's eyes, content, until you drift to sleep.

December

Thomas is holding your hand. He just finished playing a gig and you're gathered backstage and you look at everyone around you who can see him holding your hand. It's a silly little thing to obsess over but your heart feels like it's going to burst with happiness. No more hiding, no more are-we-or-aren't-we, no more proclamations that only happen when he's drunk. Just two adults in love with each other.

It's not all sunshine and rainbows but you both know what you want. Communicating has gotten easier and is not reduced to what you do in the bedroom. Instead of locking each other out, you talk now. He looks happier and people have told you so do you. And you are. You never thought you were going to find the man of your dreams and for the past year it hadn't looked like Thomas was the one. But you are happy to have been proven wrong.

Victoria grins at you. She has long forgiven you for ignoring her calls back in September and October. She gets it. Sometimes you think she was angrier with Thomas than you were. She tells you it's because she saw that you are the best thing in his life from the get-go and she hated how he was throwing it away. Now you're back and you've gained a sister in her, too. You are glad for Ethan and Damiano as well. Thomas' little family has opened its arms to you and you didn't hesitate. You love being with them. All lingering awkwardness from April has vanished. They are still not fond of accidentally walking in on you and Thomas, though.

The band goes out to meet some fans and you tag along but hang back. The way certain girls touch Thomas still doesn't sit right with you, but you see the way he reacts and it's a relief. Taking a step back, removing hands from his body, smiling politely but with determination. He does it when you're not watching, too. Victoria has told you as much.

He catches your eye for a second, realises you are watching him, and throws you an air kiss. The people he was talking to turn around to see who he is aiming for, but quickly lose interest. You keep watching. His animated hands as he talks. The smile lighting up his face when someone pays him a compliment. You think he is drop-dead gorgeous. And you think that as long as he allows you to look at him like this, and as long as he does the same to you, you'll stay here forever.

[charliedawn]

Imagine being send to the Maze and being childhood friends of Newt and Gally (Part 1)

The first thing you notice when you open your eyes are the bright red lights, blinding you momentarily as you seem to go further up. You try to look around for anything that you may use as a weapon and are relieved to find a hammer. At least, you wouldn't be defenseless..You wait until the elevator stops completely before hiding underneath a nearby cover. You soon hear the doors open and see multiple feet entering the cage to take the crates. However, a certain pair of feet stops just in front of you and, without a warning, snatches the cover from above your head.

" What the..?!"

But you don't let the boy finish his sentence before taking the hammer out and knocking him out to get out. Some of the boys try to stop you, but you run faster and climb up the only place you know where you can be safe. The tower. You climb up as fast as you can and threaten anyone that would climb up would feel your wrath. Alby tries to talk to you, but your only answer is a banana in his face..However, after a few minutes, you say that you will not get down until you've talked to those named Gally and Newt. The two men look at each other with a slight frown, not understanding why the weird girl would want to talk to them. They still oblige and climb the stairs with caution. When they reach the top, you are huddled in a corner and look at them with suspicious narrowed eyes.

" Are you Gally and Newt ?"

Newt nods before crouching in front of you with a kind smile.

" Yes. I'm Newt, and this is Gally..Now, mind telling us who you are and how you know us ?"

You bite you lower lip hesitantly before finally admitting.

" Because, I knew you..My name is Lace, and I was your friend."

Their eyebrows both shot up in surprise and you lower your hammer. You want to get out something from your inner pocket, but Gally is quick and grabs your upper arm with a worried frown. You raise your hands in surrender and he is the one that takes out the thing you wanted to show them. A picture. A picture with three kids surrounded by their parents. A family picture. Newt looks at the picture as well and looks up at you with incomprehension. You understand and quickly explains.

" It's us. It's been a long time of course but, I never gave up hope that I would find you. I had to work very hard to get here and not get my memory zapped like everyone else. But, it was definitely worth it.."

You hug Newt that seems dumbfounded for a moment, but wraps his arms around you tentatively as well. Gally, still clutching the picture in his hand, eyes you warily, unsure as to trust you or not. You feel his hesitation and decide not to hug him..yet. However, Newt is curious and asks when you've taken a step back.

" W..Who were we ? Who were our parents ? I have so many questions.."

You laugh at his obvious enthusiasm and you nod understandingly.

" Of course. And I'll answer every one of them. Gally, you are the son of two marins and you spent most of your life on a boat. You parents were nice and hard-working people. While you, Newt, are the son of a bookshop owner and a gardener. I never met such lovely people and so gentle..They were very good people. You can be proud. They fought very hard to protect you."

Newt smiles proudly and his eyes fill with tears at you description, while Gally stares at you with his permanent frown..They hadn't changed. Even with the world turning to chaos, they had managed to stay the same as you remembered them..

" And we're supposed to believe that ?! For all we know, this could be a trap. You could be a trap. This image could be fake and everything you just said may just end up being a big lie.."

Gally, always the cautious one..You sigh and walk towards Gally that arks an eyebrow and takes a step forward, as if to prove that he isn't afraid of you. However, you only smile up at him before taking him surprisingly by the ear to yank him forward.

" Gally. I've spent the last 6 years searching for you. So, I don't give a thing if you believe me or not. I'm gonna make you two leave this place even if it's the last thing I do..I won't wait for a griever or whatever abomination there is out there get to you. I'm going to save you, that you want it or not. Got it, Mister Grumpyface ?"

Newt wants to intervene, but you glare at him with such intensity that he doesn't dare cross you. You then return to Gally that is red with anger and embarrassment. If looks could kill..Well, you would be very dead. Fortunately, you know that Gally has trouble with hitting girls..So he wouldn't hurt you. Possibly. However, he slaps your hand away and walks away, mumbling to himself about how you will be the end of everything.

Newt stands by you side and sighs at the reaction of his friend.

" Sorry about him..He'll come around eventually."

You smile and nod before looking at the knife on the floor.

" So, you're positive that everyone here is safe ? You're safe ?"

You ask with concern and he nods with a small reassuring smile.

" We are. Well..As safe as one can get in the Labyrinth that is."

You nod again understandingly before looking at the huge walls ahead. Instinctively, you grab Newt's hand and promise him.

" I'll get you out of here..And I'll make sure that W.I.C.K.E.D never finds you again."

He frowns, pondering for a moment before his face lights up and he asks excitedly.

" Wait..You know W.I.C.K.E.D ?! You're like Tommy then !"

You frown in incomprehension and Newt takes your hand to guide you towards the ladder.

" Come on. There's someone you should meet."

You trust him and get down as well. You follow him, trying to ignore all of the odd stares that the rest of the group is giving you. You arrive in a little hut where a dark-haired boy is looking at the runners at a map. You automatically recognize him and freeze. Newt turns his head towards you with a small frown.

" Are you okay ?"

But you don't answer and only start walking towards the boy and embracing him in front of everyone, crying. You then whisper in his ear.

" Thank you.."

Thomas doesn't know how to react and looks at Newt for an explanation, but Newt is as surprised as him. Sensing his discomfort, you take a step back and laugh awkwardly while wiping your tears away.

" Sorry..You..You told me how to get in. I thought they had killed you.."

He doesn't understand, but then another voice rise up.

" Y/N ?!"

You look in the direction of the voice and find..Oh God no..Theresa. You glare at her with crossed arms and gritted teeths. Of course, she would follow Thomas in Hell if it meant helping W.I.C.K.E.D. Before anyone can stop you, you take a nearby knife and try to attack her. However, Gally is there to grab your hand and twist your arm. You let go of the knife while him and some other guys drag you away. However, you still scream at Thomas and Newt.

" Don't trust her ! She'll kill us all !"

You are locked in some kind of pit and Gally closes it while glancing at you.

" You shouldn't have done that..You nearly broke one of the rules.."

Gally tells you finally and you look up at him with surprise.

" What rules ?"

His eyes widen in surprise.

" Newt didn't tell you ?"

You shake your head negatively and he sighs loudly before answering you.

"There are three rules you must follow in order to stay.

Never go outside the Glade, unless you are a Runner.

Never hurt another Glader. We have to trust each other.

Everyone does their part. No slackers.

You tried to hurt Theresa. But, since you didn't know the rules. I suppose they'll let it slide.."

However, he doesn't seem too happy about that last part. You decide not to push it and ask him instead.

" You don't want to know anything about your old life, why ?"

He seems to hesitate before answering truthfully.

" Because I'm afraid to know why they send me away.."

You frown. Send him away ? You are about to answer him when he takes back his serious face and adds almost spitefully.

" And I don't trust you."

That is more understandable. He looks one last time at you before walking away.

" I'll come search for you tomorrow morning."

You don't respond and wait until the light of his torch is far enough before taking out a small wooden horse with a small smile.

" I did it, mom..I found them. I'll find him also, I promise."

You kiss the small object before putting it back around your neck. You look up and smile as you see the stars shining up there. In the city, you couldn't see the stars because of the many building in the capital..But here ? You feel free. You were maybe trapped in a pit, but you feel more free than you've ever been in the city. You start laughing to yourself and start dancing in the pit, unaware that you have some spectators.

" What is she doing ?!"

Chuck asks Thomas, confused. But Thomas is as confused as him, while Newt can't help but laugh a little beside them. They both look at him with widened eyes and Newt finally answers with a small smile.

" Isn't it obvious ? She's dancing."

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hey there, I hope you're doing great!!

New chapter yay 🥳

Thomastair!!! 🤩😍

THE BEGINNING

An entire day had passed, and his father is still yelling.

Seriously? Dude... let it go, they're in love 🤷🏻‍♀️

🤬🤬 I hate Robert!

His father doesn’t respond to that. Instead, he lets out a groan. “I had dreams for you, Alec. You were supposed to carry the Lightwood name forward.”

What an awful thing to say 🤬 how long until he dies? 😠

It has never felt like home to Alec. Not in the way that matters.

Reading this after last chapter is hard, cause we know Alec’s home is Magnus and then I remember Magnus leaving and then I want to cry 😭😭

“For Christ’s sake!” his father throws up his hands. “Then why did you stop there? Why did you stop at the executive mansion? You should have taken him to the goddamn White House and fucked him there!”

Give him time, he'll get there 😈

Alec hadn’t reached out to Magnus yet. It’s almost been a day. Magnus had texted him multiple times. Alec hasn't responded yet. 

Alexander Lightwood, how dare you? You call your baby right away

Poor Magnus must have gone through all the worst case scenarios by now 🤦🏻‍♀️

Just tell him that you're alive, that you miss him and that you'll return in a few days!

“You will stop seeing this boy and you will stop acting recklessly in public,” his father says. “If anyone says anything about what happened, we can release a statement denying all of it.”

"Enough about the kissing, dad!" Izzy yells again. "How dare you give him shit for this? Alec likes Magnus! It's what people do when they like each other! When was the last time you kissed mom?"

Yasss!!! Izzy queen!!! Tell him!!!

“I hope you don’t fight against me,” Alec says – no, he warns. “Because I intend to obliterate anyone who stands in my way.”

Not what he wants to hear. But it’s not a bad place to start.

At least she's trying and that's what matters...

Alec sighs into his hands. He picks up his phone and considers texting Magnus back.

Do it!!! Text him!!

😮😮 is Thomas!!!! 🤩😍🥰

“He is seeing someone else, I think,” Thomas says quietly.

Wait what?? Who??

“To being free,” Alec clinks it with a grin.

Cheers! 🍻

THE MIDDLE

Oh no 😔 I already feel the sadness 🥺

“You know what my biggest fear is?” Magnus asks. “I’m scared my kids will hate me for this.”

Poor Magnus 😭

“There is a chance,” Alastair says, his voice low. “There is a chance that your mental health will be used against you.”

Alec would NEVER!

“Even if he calls me mentally and emotionally unfit to be a parent, I will not be calling him an abuser,” Magnus says firmly. “This is not up for discussion.”

I remember a snippet about this and I don't like what my memory is showing 😫😫

Alec is his family.

Is? Was?

IS and will always be!!!

Magnus didn’t want to go back to the mansion and Alec didn’t want to come to the apartment.

Where have they been meeting for the last couple of months???

“He doesn’t have a fucking choice, Magnus! We are all just saying yes to whatever the fuck you want!”

😭😭😭😭

My children are in pain!!! Help!!! It hurts!!

“He isn’t doing anything! He isn’t even coming out of his room. He isn’t eating. He isn’t talking to anyone. He stopped talking to David for fuck’s sake.”

Max thinking that love is going to hurt him is breaking me, he needs David 😭😭😭

“Yeah, well, just because he has a nice ass, it doesn’t mean he can say whatever he wants.”

Magnus blinks. “What?”

Alastair blinks. “What?”

How dare you make me laugh just as I'm enjoying the sadness 🧐 so rude! 🤭

When he looks up, his blue eyes are wet.

When he speaks, his voice is broken.

“Rafael chose Magnus.”

What did Rafael said?? 😭

I have the mightiest need to go and make a moodboard but I also don't want to stop reading...

What should I do??

🤔

THE END

From divorce to wedding 😍

This is going to be awesome!!!!

“Oh my god, it’s boring as fuck,” Max groans. “But don’t worry. I’m gonna get through this shit. I will not rest until I meet Trudeau and kiss him on the mouth.”

🤣🤣 I can totally picture Max creating an international incident!

Max, who is wearing an official outfit, shirt and trousers, looking handsome as ever, seems to be wearing an expensive watch too.

A Patek Phillipe, in fact.

Look at that, is Fuck Shinyun time!

Christ. Shinyun always has to go overboard.

“Is to share it with those who don’t have it,” Max finishes. “Yes. Yes. I know. Don’t quote dad. It’s very unsexy of you.”

Impossible, everything Alec is, says or does is sexy! 🥰

“David is here, by the way” Magnus says gently. “Thomas and Alastair invited him. You could have come with Alec. David would have liked that.”

When are we getting a Mavid scene? One where they talk to each other!

[From: Shinyun]

Just landed in Seoul.

Nobody cares! 😒

Should he ask her how she is doing? Should he tell her misses her? Should he maybe make her laugh? Maybe use a smiley emoji or something?

What you should do is get a restraining order against her...

Alec, whom Magnus had loved more than anything or anyone.

Alec whom he loves still.

😍🥰😍🥰😍

They love each other!!!!

Magnus wonders for a minute why in the world Alastair and Thomas would make them sit next to each other on purpose.

They should be the ones that remarry you!!

“I’ll consider stopping when he stops growing,” Alec mutters. “He is taller than Thomas for fuck’s sake! What is he trying to see from up there?”

Ugh! Tall people, I love them so much 🙃

“Malec,” Alec had smiled when he had said it out loud, the word new but soft on his lips. “I think it’s my third favorite word.”

😍😍😍😍😍

“I didn’t know they were cat shows. I just thought it was for dogs,” Alec says to him now. “Did you ever take Chairman Meow to these things?”

What a clueless man, I love him so much!!

“Isn’t your last name Lightwood?”

“Isn’t your last name Bane?”

When are you going to be Lightwood-Bane again??? 😌

It makes Magnus wonder if they should have moved here a long time ago – when they still had a chance.

It makes me wonder if my dream of president Alec is ever going to come true? 🤔

Magnus has no idea how Alec can eat this disgusting fruit so elegantly. But he does so anyway.

Why is this sexy? Do I have brain damage?

If you like or support raisins, please stop reading. This fic has strong anti-raisin propaganda.

HEY!!! Raisins are fine... 😋

Thank you so much for sharing another chapter!!!

❤❤❤❤

PS: I made another moodboard, it has become a problem, TLND has it's own folder on my phone now 🤦🏻‍♀️

YOUR REACTIONS ARE KILLING ME KSHFJS ALSO WHEN YOU SAID "NOBODY ASKED YOU SHINYUN" SKDFHSK DEAD

I love your mood boards tho 🥺

A song rec for Model Magnus (I love this song): Movements by Pham ft Young Fusion ;)

[hughiecampbelle]

Peaky Blinders Preference: Being A Youger/New Blinder Calling Them Mom/Dad

Thomas is caught off guard, but he's had a lot of practice masking his emotions. He doesn't say anything about it, doesn't even react, at first you're not even sure he caught you. You count your lucky stars he didn't, wanting to move on as quickly as possible. He doesn't speak of it for a while. Then, when you're alone, he cracks, a smile you find hard to recognize spreading across as he laughs at you. Here he is, your big scary gangster boss, who is feared by many, giggling like a child. You can feel your face burning, and you try to explain yourself, but he doesn't want to hear it. He knows it was a funny mistake, an accident, a force of habit. But, being both an older brother and the one in charge, he feels obliged to pick on you a little. He keeps it between you, thankfully, but you know he'll never forget about it, nor let you live it down.

Arthur is initially shocked. Really, he's completely caught off guard. It takes a minute for it to click, and a minute for you to realize what you'd just said, completely mortified. You try to backtrack, to fixit, but you know Arthur has already ran with it. You get the jokes, the mocking, the laughter and humiliation. You swear you see a tear run down his cheek as he giggles to himself, hunched over, trying to catch his breath. As an oldest sibling in his family, he picks on his siblings, finding their embarassing moments absolutely hilarious. You might not be a Shelby, but you're a Blinder, and that's close enough. It doesn't matter how long it's been, or how unfunny you might think it is, he never grows tired of it. Everyone's heard how you called him Dad one time. You made sure never to say it again, not wanting to add fuel to the flames.

John doesn't even bat an eye. The name goes right over his head. He doesn't stop what he's doing, he doesn't look up, he merely sends you off as if nothing happened, drowning in his own work, not wanting to be distracted any longer. Outnumbered by his own gang of kids, he hears Dad more times than he count, especially when they're all saying it at once. Whining, or fighting with one another, after they've broken or spilled something. It's not an out of place thing for him to hear. Doesn't matter who's voice it is that's saying it, too. The family even tested it out, all of them calling him that through out the day in various pitches and tones. He even responded when Arthur said it doing his best extea-deep voice. You're grateful it doesn't turn into a joke or something he catches. You're embarassed enough, you don't need anyone else adding on to it. You slip up a few times, out of habit, but like the first time, he waves it off.

Ada rolls her eyes, moving on without another word. She's used to not being taken as seriously as her brothers, especially when it comes to Blinder business. Newbies are just the same, regardless of how much time they've spent on the job. Anytime she's giving the orders, it's never taken as seriously, often involving eye rolls and whispers, commenting on how they should go find their "real" bosses. When questioned by anyone else, they deny until their faces are blue. Many learn fadt not to do so, and not because they're scared of the boys, but because they're scared of facing angry Ada. A lot of Blinders slip up because they're not used to being told what to do by a woman. It's uncommon. She doesn't want to acknowledge it any further, knowing the jokes/mocking between the older ones who haven't learned their lesson yet will only worsen.

Finn tries to come back at you with a joke or a name. You called him that out of annoyance, accompanied by an eye roll or a jab to his side, something to show how eone you were with him and his superiority complex. You were new to the Blinders gang, but you weren't stupid and you weren't naive. There's a reason you were let in. Infact, sometimes you thought you were better at it than him, despite your short time working within it. Finn thought those were the same things, though. He gets an ego about a lot of things, especially when he's put in charge of you. He bosses you around like a little kid, using you more as an intern than a partner, despite being so close in age, often rewording the instructions you were given in simpler terms so you'd understand. You call him Dad to annoy him, but now it's become a part of your vocabulary, you don't even catch yourself doing it sometimes. At this point, neither does he.

Michael stops dead in his tracks. He can't help the face he makes, one of shock and a little bit of embarrassment. It's just not something he's used to hearing, or expecting to hear, especially not by a Blinder. He's been called a lot of names, a lot, most of them negative or crude, but never Dad. You didn't even realize. You were just taking orders, being told what to do, and as you walked out of the shop, you let it slip, the same way you often said "I love you" as you were hanging up the phone even to strangers. You booked it, realizing what you said, leaving him to deal with the jokes and mocking from his family. He's not sure how to bring it up. Michael isn't flustered often, nor is he stunned, but this really caught him off guard. He doesn't say anything about it, but you're extra careful about what you say around him, and avoid him for a few days after.

Polly has heard it just about a million times, especially from new, young Blinders. There's a running joke when you join them you automatically get another mother. Not only does she take care of business, but you'll get a lecture about a crooked cap or an untucked shirt, about saying please and thank you, no elbows on the table, even dating advice when you need it. At first, the name would have hurt her. She never let it show, but it was a reminder of her past, her mistakes, losing her children. Now, though, after so many slip ups, she almost expects it at one point or another with newbies. You apologize profusely, totalky embarassed, but she waves it off with an endearing smile and a head shake. In a way, she does see all of you as her kids. Stupid, reckless, impulsive, just like her own. In need of direction, of someone, most of the time her, to tell you to get your head on straight and make the right decisions.

Alfie just gives up. With a sigh and a shake of the head, he moves on without another word. You're helping him on a job with a couple other Blinders. He doesn't mind having to work with the new Blinders, doesn't even mind the young ones who look ten years younger than they are, but being called Dad at least once on the job is becoming more and more normal. Unfortunately. By the time you join, and slip up, all he does is shrug it off. He doesn't bring it up, he doesn't even act like he heard you. You know it's unprofessional, and that Alfie has a lot of people afraid of him for a reason, so you try to apologize. He doesn't mind though, explaining he knows it's a mistake and that it happens more often than you'd think. You're still embarassed, watching what you say, but you definitely say it a few more times. The jokes, the perspective, the way he acts, Alfie does and says everything every embarassing, out of date dad does.