#and they just talked to each other mostly

[sbcdh]

Professor Imanaga was scared. I don’t think he really understood what he saw. 

Was he prone to visions? 

No, not at all. I mean, not that I know of. I worked with him back in the 90s, when he was still writing The Final Republic. I did hypnoregulatory work for like half my professors, but I didn’t become friends with them. Professor Imanaga was different. He was always such a friendly, level-headed guy. You know, I don’t think he really understood what his book would do. 

What it would do?

You know, all of it. Intellectuals don’t get attention like that. You might publish something that gets cited in congress. If you’re lucky, you might get interviewed on the news, but you don’t stick around. I don’t think Professor Imanaga was expecting to be –I dunno– elected? As the representative for Equilibralism. 

Public attention can be stressful. How did he handle it?

I think he liked it, in his own way. He was used to talking in front of people, and he could handle an interview. Even back in the 90s he was the type of guy to answer “I don’t know” or “let me think about it.” He would start every conversation with “well, let us define our terms-” that sorta thing. He’s always had that whole thoughtful grandpa vibe. I think that’s part of why he handled the success of Final Republic so well.

I imagine the professor has a complicated relationship to his work. 

Eh. I think he stands by the thesis. You gotta remember, he wrote Final Republic back in 94. The wall just fell. Everyone was liberalizing. Liberalizing and hypnoeconomizing. Before that, damn near every intellectual was saying that some system would eventually show up to eclipse liberal democracy. It really did seem like the future was gonna be liberal democracy hooked up to a hypnoeconomy. I don’t think he was wrong. The world is still mostly equilibral systems. Most people seemed to agree.

It must have been a strange time for him, getting so much attention as a professor. 

Maybe? It was kinda sweet. He would call me every weekend, to tell me stories of all the talk shows and panels and dinners he was asked to be on. Half the time I already saw them on TV, but it was nice to hear him talk. He was so excited! Sometimes he would even invite me as a plus-one when he needed a hypnoregulatory specialist. He was always more interested in the sociological side of things. He left the nitty-gritty of hypnoregulation to the doctorate students. 

Dinners?

Oh yeah. People were always inviting him to stuff. You know one time, we were in Cambridge, just wandering around looking for a bite to eat. So we walked into some restaurant. Waiter asks if we have a reservation. We say no we don’t have a reservation. Hes about to turn us away when –get this– Henry fucking Kissinger walks up to professor Imanaga, shakes his hand, and invites him to come sit down for dinner with the owner of the restaurant! The whole time we just kept looking at each other like we just got a free ticket to Disneyland. Food was great too. Thats where he met Krauthammer. 

That is journalist Charles Krauthammer? 

Yeah. Pretty soon he was hanging out with all those guys. Kept inviting the professor to state dinners. Lotta country clubs. All that stuff. Every friday I’d get weekend updates about the people he met and who he was talking to. It was like getting a whole second education in American politics. He’d tell me how many politicians loved his book, how popular it was. 

If I recall correctly, professor Imanaga has attempted to distance himself from Equilibralism as an ideology. 

Oh he hates the term. He never used it himself. It was some columnist from the New Left Review who actually came up with it. The principle is more or less the same; liberal democracy hooked up to a hypnoregulated economy. Actually…no. Now that I think about it, he wouldn’t use the word hate. He would always say he “strongly disliked” stuff. He’d say equilibralism is imprecise. It implies a see-saw relationship rather than symbiotic relationship.

I see. What would you say turned the professor away from contemporary Equilibralism?

Iraq. 

You sound very sure. 

Iraq. He called me up one night. I think it was 2004. I think he had been crying. Like, he wasn’t crying on the phone, but he had been crying earlier. I’d never heard him like that before. Not until, well, you know. He told me about this dinner. He told me “They were all cheering.” you know, cheering for the war, for the whole new “unipolar” world. He said it was all one big blunder. He hasn’t talked to Wolfowitz or Cheney or any of those guys since. 

I see. 

I think it was, I dunno, sudden for him. It was a surprise. He sounded like he just learned an old friend had fallen off the wagon. Or like- Nah I dunno. I dunno. I can’t tell you what was in his mind. But he felt confused and betrayed. He said he was gonna head out to- Oh my god. Oh my god he said he was gonna go to his house in Reno. 

Reno?

Yeah. He had a little desert ranch way out in Reno. He’d go out there in winter when he needed to relax. You know, I think- yeah. Yeah he invited me out for Christmas that year. I remember he didn’t seem 100%, but having people around seemed to help his mood. I remember it was late and we’d been drinking wine. Once the sun had set he asked me about religion. 

Was he religious? 

Well, thats the thing. He didn’t really go to church but his father was a minister. I was just surprised because he never talked about it. He never seemed remotely interested in religion. He never brought it up again I just- I think thats when he had his vision. He didn’t tell me until years later but I think thats when it happened. Oh my god, that’s when he must’ve wrecked his car too. It has to be. He told me he wrecked his car on the way to Reno. 

Slow down. Start at the beginning.

Okay. Okay. I think, in February of 2004, Professor Imanaga goes to this dinner. It upsets him, and he wants to go out to his house in Reno to calm down. He totals his car and has a near-death experience. He sees something, but he keeps it quiet. Later he invites me to Christmas, and he tries to tell me but hes nervous about –I dunno– being seen as crazy? Then a few days ago, he left me a voicemail where he tells me the story. So I come to you people.

He didn’t tell his children? His wife?

No. I think…I think he was worried he would come off as crazy. And you know, I was his touchstone for hypnoeconomic matters. Its kinda intimate, doing someones taxes, its kinda like being in their brain. 

Do you have the voicemail with you?

Yes, here give me a moment. Here.

“-eant to tell you a long time ago. It was early in the morning. The sun hadn’t come up yet. I was driving in from Tahoe and there was something in my headlights. It was some sort of reptile, a big fat iguana or something like that. I swerved to avoid it, and rolled the car bad. 

I think I was thrown. The next thing I know, I was lying facedown in the dirt. I couldn’t feel a thing. To- to tell you the truth I thought I might’ve died. I could’ve sworn I wore my seatbelt. That was my first thought, honest. I could’ve sworn I wore my seatbelt. I never drive without it, but I was thrown clear. I think I was in shock. I couldn’t move, or speak, or call for help. All I could do was lay there and watch the car burn. But then- 

I wasn’t thinking straight. I couldn’t have. But I remember it so clearly. Sitting there on the burning undercarriage. It was a lamb. It had a little golden bell around its neck like they have in cartoons, and it- I swear on my life it was smoking a cigarette. Just…balanced there in its little hoof. I remember it so clearly, like it’s still right there in front of me. Everything else is so hazy and the lamb just, isn’t. 

It talked to me. It said –and I remember this clearly– It said “A storm is blowing from Las Vegas, Thomas. It’s blowing so hard the planes can only fly one way.” And it kept looking over its shoulder. I could see over its shoulder. There was nothing there! So I asked it. I asked “What are you looking at? What is back there?” And the lamb looked at me. I think it was crying. It looked at me and took a long drag on the cigarette and it said “Everything, Thomas.”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Good god, its like I’m back there again. I’ve never told anyone about this. Not one. But I have to tell someone. The next thing I remember is the ambulance. The lamb was there. One of the paramedics was holding it like a child. It said “Don’t worry Thomas. You’ve done nothing wrong.” I- I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong. Have I done something wrong? I just don’t understand. 

I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I thought this sort of thing would fade with age. But it hasn’t. It just hasn’t. I swear on my life this was the first and only time. That morning in the ambulance. That was the last time I ever dreamed like this.”

That’s where it ends. 

Have you spoken with Professor Imanaga about this? 

That’s part of why I came to you. Probably hasn’t hit the news yet. I went over to Thomas’s house just this morning. He passed last night. Peacefully, in his sleep. 

[kinky-cas]

more thoughts on "who would dean have a harder time living without, sam or cas?" that i didn't want to dump on the poll

there are two scenarios here: 1) they're dead, or 2) they're alive and dean knows they're doing fine, but they're not in his life.

in the first scenario, the answer is objectively and provably cas. sam died and dean did his best to live a peaceful life with ben and lisa, and mostly succeeded. cas dies and dean kills himself the first chance he gets.

it’s not a matter of who he cares about more! he cares about them differently, it's not something you can compare like that. also, dean is capable of surviving the deaths of people he loves very dearly despite enormous grief (mary, jack, bobby, charlie, sam in s6 etc.). the deaths he doesn’t survive are sam in s2 (suicide via demon deal), cas in s12 (suicide via syringe), and cas in the finale (suicide via rebar, though you can argue this one).

the reason dean trades his life for sam’s in s2 isn’t because he can’t live without sam, it’s because he still believes that his entire purpose in life is to protect sam, and that he’s worth nothing if he’s failed that, with bonus guilt on top that john already died for him. the grief is a contributing factor but the guilt of failure is what kills him. and i don’t think he would have killed himself if it wouldn’t have gotten sam back. because when sam dies in s6 dean struggles and is depressed and grieving but he's trying, and it’s still the best year of lisa’s life. and that was with cas gone and while also trying to shove a lifetime of ptsd under the rug!

when cas dies in s7 dean is depressed and passively suicidal to a degree that terrifies sam and bobby. when cas dies in s12 dean kills himself 5 episodes later. and when cas dies at the end of s15 dean is dead within six months, in a way that very much reads as at least passive suicide. when cas is dead, dean does not want to live. and we are shown several times that despite his best efforts, sam is not capable of picking up the pieces and getting dean through that loss.

in the second scenario, alive but apart, imo the answer is also cas. at least by the end of the show.

sam is the little brother dean raised. he loves him, he'd miss him like hell if they couldn't ever talk or see each other again, but ultimately dean's happiest ending has always been one where sam is living an independent, happy, fulfilling and (relatively) safe life. it would just majorly suck if they couldn't be a part of each other's lives at all. your kids grow up, yk?

cas on the other hand is, by the end of the show, dean's chosen life partner. by the time romantic confessions happen, cas and dean have already been filling the role of spouse for each other for actual years. cas is the person dean leans on for support, both practical and emotional. cas is the person who sees him clearly and who he chooses to open up to. dean is far, far more resilient when cas is around! not having cas in his life means not just losing the life they had and the future dean wanted to build together, but also losing his emotional rock and the person he, a chronic caretaker in most of his relationships, is most comfortable relying on for support. so in that sense I think life without cas would be harder than life without sam.

[notnowtobey]

I’m back with more “Buck and Tommy are seeing each other again, but Buck thinks they’re just friends and Tommy thinks they’re back together” aka “Buck friend-zoning his boyfriend Tommy,” this time with some light angst sprinkled in 🤗

(Thank you to everyone for the positive feedback!! This is my first time posting stuff like this, and I’m blown away that even one of y’all liked it!)

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When Tommy asked to go on a trip together, Buck was imagining connected rooms, a night or two drinking beer at the hotel bar, and splitting the bill on a nice meal. You know, typical friend stuff. Because they’re friends. Just friends.

What he absolutely did not expect was for the hotel to be a lodge and for their room to be a cabin. It was…private. With a lovely view of a small lake, the lights of the lodge barely glowing in the distance. Some might say it was very, very, very romantic. But not Buck! He had vowed to keep his thoughts totally platonic, and so far he was succeeding. Maybe not totally, but definitely mostly.

It wasn’t helping that there was only one bed, that felt like the focal point of the whole cabin. Or maybe Buck felt that way because he couldn’t stop focusing on the red rose petals that were dusted all over the lush looking comforter. When he first noticed the roses, his eyes shot to Tommy, who looked awed by the whole setup.

Tommy glanced at him, and with a shy smile said, “It’s not too much, right? I think it’s all part of the package.”

“No, it’s, uh, so great. Very…fragrant? I’m sure it’s a big hit with all the guests. And I love roses, so. Really, it’s perfect.”

At that, Tommy blushed. Blushed! Buck was proud to admit he remained standing. Because friends don’t drop to their knees for their other friends, unless maybe they’re picking up a pen they dropped.

They decided to freshen up and try a restaurant Tommy found, with an outdoor seating area complete with twinkle lights and a small band playing. After they settled at their table, Buck was once again struck by the thought that all of this could be considered romantic by some. But Buck was built different.

“You know, I was a little surprised you agreed to this. I was worried it would be too much, too fast,” Tommy admitted after they finished their meal. He gazed at Buck, and Buck couldn’t help but gaze back. Friends gazed at each other, right?

“I, uh, I’m a little surprised you asked me, to be honest. I know you said you always wanted to bring someone here, so I’m honored you picked me,” he said as his eyes dropped to the glass of wine he was twirling in his hand. “I hope this trip is everything you want it to be,” Buck murmured.

“It’s already so much more, Evan,” Tommy said on an exhale. “I really, I think it’s going to be good. For us.”

Buck felt his strictly platonic resolve melting as he felt his cheeks blush. The restaurant was romantic enough in its own, but now Tommy was saying things that could definitely be considered romantic. If not for the fact that he was saying them to his friend. Maybe Tommy doesn’t realize? Does he talk to all his friends like that?

Buck desperately needed a distraction.

“Do you want to check out the band? They sound pretty good,” Buck nodded over to the corner of the deck with a small stage set up. There was an area cleared for dancing, with some couples already dancing. Buck wondered if any of them were just friends.

Tommy stood and extended his hand, “Can I have this dance?” Buck swallowed and took his hand, allowing him to lead them to the dance floor. He stumbled a little as Tommy suddenly stopped and turned around, and he caught himself with one hand on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy took his other hand and pulled him even closer, and placed his own at Buck’s waist. He hummed quietly to the music as they began to slowly spin around the floor.

Buck could barely breath, let alone think. He was closer to Tommy than he had been in months. Probably since that last night they spent together, before he messed it all up the next morning. He was trying so hard to be good, to keep his feelings in check, but he missed this so much. His eyes slipped closed as he leaned his temple against Tommy’s. Time seemed to slow, and the music faded. He was with Tommy, and that was all that really mattered.

After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, Buck felt Tommy lean back and his eyes fluttered open. Tommy looked at him softly and his breath hitched as Tommy swayed toward him, nudging their noses together before pressing their lips together. Buck immediately and completely melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Tommy’s lower back. One of Tommy’s hand settled on Buck’s neck, and he carded his the fingers of the other through Buck’s curls.

Buck pushed into him harder, trusting Tommy to keep them upright. He wanted him to pull on his hair, wanted him to leave marks, so in the morning he would know this wasn’t all just a dream. He was kissing Tommy again. Kissing Tommy, his—Buck reared back. No, no, no, no, no.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Buck felt so frustrated with himself he could cry. He was going to lose Tommy again.

“I, I, we shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry. I should, I need to—“ Buck gestured over his shoulder and spun around, taking off for the exit.

Leaving Tommy, his friend, alone on the dance floor.

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[chimielie]

"Isn't it a little much?" You pause your step on your way into the elevator, blinking at your coworker. Rinne, a pretty girl with light eyes and a perpetual hand on her hip, smiles at you as she pushes past, her lips stretching over her teeth. "I saw Rin-kun's Instagram."

Her casual reference to your boyfriend takes you aback. You didn't know they were so close.

"Ha, I'm sure," you say. "He likes posting a lot, doesn't he?" Rintarō fancies himself a photographer. Mostly, he takes mirror selfies and turns the exposure down very low. He sends you three a day minimum. You, trapped in a cubicle, are only able to sneak away to the bathroom to reciprocate once on average.

"He has a great eye for aesthetics," she nods. "His feed is very satisfying. You're lucky to have him."

"Eh," you shrug. For some reason, she emits a noise something like a whistling kettle.

"So mean!" She shakes her head. You snort. Rintarō gets annoyed with people who are too nice. He thinks they leave a bad taste in his mouth, like eating sugar before bed without brushing your teeth. "You force him to put you in his bio and then act ungrateful? Someone else might come and take him from you."

"What?" you say. The elevator dings, signifying that you've reached the lobby. "He's, like, super whipped."

The doors slide open and you step through, turning when you notice that she hasn't followed. She's hanging out in the elevator, her mouth open like you said something shocking. You wonder momentarily if you had—but shouldn't partners be obsessed with each other?

You forget about it as soon as you see him. Rintarō's bangs are falling into his eyes as he leans over the receptionist's desk, looking ridiculously large as he braces his forearms on the low white marble counter to bend to her level. You quicken your step and he whirls around just before you can make contact, scooping you up and sighing happily as you throw your arms around his neck.

Rinne is almost out the door of the building. You shout a goodbye after her, but she must not hear you, because she doesn't respond.

"Did you have a good day?" Rintarō asks as you bow goodbye to the receptionist.

"No," you say. "You didn't replace the toilet paper after you used up the last roll and it ruined everything."

It's not until you're back home, lying comfortably with your head on him so his heartbeat is there, loud and clear and strong in your ear, that you remember.

"Hey," you say, taking the hand holding yours up to your mouth and biting lightly, lower teeth on the pulse point. You can hear his heartbeat kick up, which makes you grin. "What's your Instagram bio?"

He laughs, a quiet chuff that makes you feel like you've stepped into the sun from an air conditioned building. How lucky you are, to love this man in a language all your own.

"Who told you about that?"

"One of the girls at work asked," you say. "I had no idea you and Rinne were friends."

"Who?" He squints. "I don't know anyone with that name. The annoying one from the last holiday function?"

You swat at him but don't correct him. "Yeah. She said you have a satisfying feed."

He rolls his eyes, his mouth still kicked up in a smile so you can see his sharp right canine. Unfairly attractive, your man is.

"I like that you don't give a shit about pissing on your territory, you know that?"

You frown.

"Gross! What're you even talking about?"

He doesn't answer, infuriatingly. He just types something in and hands you his phone.

His bio reads: sunarin: my girlfriend is cooler.

Your account is tagged, but you rarely use Instagram and you don't even have the app, so you rely on him to hunt down all the good reels and help you stalk people from high school and whatever else you might need it for. It's sweet. His feed is nice enough, you think, not half as good as the album of pictures of his sleeping face that rotate as your lockscreen.

"No wonder people think I'm some kind of crazy girlfriend," you say, handing the phone back to him. He sets it aside and puts his hand on your back, warm and solid. "You're making me enemies at work."

"Aren't you gonna say I'm sweet?" He goads.

"For stating facts? It's not out of the goodness of your heart," you poke him. "It's just true."

[beastyeastfreak]

Having kids with the beasts and having those kids be fuckin' menaces pls 🙏😭

Dude i whole heartedly believe having kids with the beasts is the worst idea, great partners probably but the children would be nightmares

Cw and tags: suggestive comments, children(ew), GN! Reader, dough mixing no pregnancy, crackfic/fluff

Written pre silent salt update

Mystic Flour

🌾 - Im not sure how you could have possibly convinced her to have a baby with you. The only thing i can see making her want to have offspring with you as an apathetic individual is an intense case of baby fever or wanting an heir. Either way you agree and mix your dough. Soon a small little bundle of soft dough emerges from the oven, little nubs quietly reaching out.

🌾 - At first its confusing, weren’t baby doughs meant to cry when they’re first pulled out? The both of you freak out (her more silently then you). Slowly but surely you find that nothing is wrong with the dough, the baby is just… unbothered. Mystic flour is more entertained than you are petrified from the ordeal.

🌾 - The baby literally never cries and its the worst because you have no idea what it wants or when it needs something, its just ok with everything. Rather than wake up in the middle of the night from shrieks in the other room you have to deal with this terrifying silence both of you awake wondering if something was wrong.

🌾 - Then toddler years when they finally leave the swaddle of white silk and begin to walk and talk. You’d think Cloud Haetae was getting a playmate, Mystic Flour gets a meditating partner instead. The both of you don’t realize how good their speech is until their first words are a full sentence(albeit with some slipups).

🌾 - Though they act a lot like Mystic Flour, they look mostly like you strangely. Its kind of uncanny seeing a perfect copy of Mystic Flour in a small form with your face and icing. Cute.. but uncanny. With an apathetic child it does make gift giving and general life pretty easy on the upside, they’re ok with literally anything. You may ask Mystic Flour if she wants another one, surprisingly she may agree.

Burning Spice

🏜️ - You have to be insane, brave and stupid to have a baby dough with him. Out of every cookie on this list Burning Spice’s child will be the worst behaviorally assuming its just a little copy of him. Spice babies are already a handful, they want to fight the moment they can stand and are so resilient they put cockroaches to shame. I can see Burning spice casually bringing up having a kid every now and then, he probably just sees it as an entertaining thought at first but once you pitch in your own ideas its more of a desire.

🏜️ - When you pull this baby out of the oven, it cries a lot. You both think there’s something wrong at first but then the crying becomes laughter. It got a kick out of your worrying! You get a sinking dread in your chest but Burning Spice’s just laughs.

🏜️ - The baby needs entertainment, it cant sleep unless one of you amuses it. Its food has to be something new each time, somehow it remembers the taste of a jelly it had months ago. By the time its done eating it looks more like a murder scene than a dinner table.

🏜️- From the moment they can move around they cause issues. Biting the ankles of visitors, climbing up on something high so they can jump on unsuspecting passersbys.. if they’re awake so are you. Burning spice is the main target, why go for the weaker of the two? Go straight for the king! They want nothing more than to overthrow him for some reason. Every morning you hear “DESTROY!!!” Before a loud groan as a child lands on your husbands chest.

🏜️ - There are soft moments between it all, you find that the weak spot for cuddling is hereditary too. At the end of the day you have a destroyer, a little destroyer and you cuddled up between them sharing warmth. But if you ask him, “how about a younger sibling?” He will firmly respond “absolutely not.”

Eternal Sugar

🌷 - She’s envisioning how your babies, yes babies, will look the moment you return her affections. She of course waits to start openly daydreaming about it to you once you are in a committed relationship for a while. Even if you’re as lovesick as her, you both agree to start with one. Beasts and cookies don’t exactly mix doughs like… ever even as virtues. When you put your mixed dough in the oven you expect just one normal dough to emerge. To your shock you open the door to see two little mismatched pink babies crying.

🌷 - The babies are surprisingly normal, they dont really do much thankfully. Their crying is even a little lazy, more like calling out in short bursts. Even when they eat you have to spoon feed them despite the fact they can eat on their own.

🌷 - When they begin to walk you have to entice them with treats because they simply didn’t want to, they just wanted to sit down and watch everyone do their thing. Eternal sugar decided not to teach them to fly for reasons she kept from you(she doesnt want them to leave obviously.)

🌷 - Their first words were likely “candy” or calling out to Eternal Sugar who has awful restraint when it comes to giving treats. You’d think they have a sweet tooth, but they actually prefer less sweet foods as they get older because of how much sugar they had in their youth.

🌷 - Once they stop being baby like though Eternal Sugar is back to sighing by a window talking about swaddled up dough(not to say shes being neglectful from then on she still cares for them LOTS). Soon two will likely become a litter.

Shadow Milk

🃏 - He brings up having a baby the same way you would talk about one as a human, it’s suggestive in a way. He puts you in an intimate atmosphere just to teleport you to an oven the moment you agree. When the baby emerges its quiet and still. You almost think you might have failed and baked them wrong, you slowly pick them up and it bursts into laughter! You try to laugh too but cant bring yourself to, he certainly can. He does not warn his minions, he frames it like an impulsive decision just to see their faces.

🃏 - The baby inherits Shadow milks magic much to your dismay. You put them in the crib to sleep and find them in your bed as you walk back in your room. Shadow milk cant really stop them, just teleport them back with a snap of the fingers.

🃏 - The tricks don’t end there, this baby loves to play “boy who cried wolf”. Real issues are impossible to determine from the fakes. You freak out thinking theyre choking and suddenly you hear that same laughter again, you swear it sounds just like shadow milk who promptly joins in too.

🃏 - They aren’t easily entertained, food has to be just right, their mobiles music box perfectly tuned, silence across the entire spire. Even a creaky floorboard all the way at the bottom wakes them up. Once they can walk, or rather float as they seem to prefer that, they begin to shapeshift too. By then your job at managing this tiny beast was impossible, you had the entire spire playing Prop hunt which lasted hours.

🃏 - Though when you finally get the child asleep and you get cleaned up and in bed with him, theres a good chance he might whisper. “I think i want another one~” in dark giggles.

[lesmiix]

Can you do one with reader and Hyunju having intimate moments? Doesn’t have to be nsfw (but can be, hehe), but just moments between them that just highlights the love and affection they have for each other? Thought it would be so cute 🤭💞

HEADCANONS: Intimate moments.

Cho Hyun-ju x Fem!reader.

Summary: In the request ♡

Warnings: Sfw, nsfw NO SQUID GAME fuck that shithole

a/n: s3 NEVERRRRRRR happened and my glorious trans icon is happy in Thailand 🏳��‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🤭🌹💗💖💕

🩷HYUNJU REQUESTS ARE OPEN!🩷

SFW

EYE CONTACT

God this girl would be staring at your beautiful eyes all day all night if she could. You both love to sit close together on the couch and share a couple kisses after admiring each other.

You have always been so close to the other it hurts when she looks at you with so much love

After a while of dating, you'd start taking showers and baths together.

She loves the closeness and the warmth of your bodies when you're washing her hair or massaging her back after a long day at work

One of her favorite dates would be picnics and no one's gonna change my mind

She would adore to give you strawberries covered in melted chocolate

(not without teasing you by getting some of it on your nose)

Skin-to-Skin Naps

Not in a sexual way, but from time to time you both would sleep together with only you underwear on

or without it

Hands on you 24/7

Even if she's hesitant in public, she'd lace your pinkies or would walk with your arms tangled

But in private?

You're getting a koala who's GLUED to you

When she's feeling clingy she'd 100% follow u everywhere in your house, even to the bathroom just so she can talk with you.

NSFW

Sensual massages 🤭

You love the feeling of laying on your tummy and have your girl sitting on your lower back as she massages your bare back with warm oils

Her hands are so gentle with you, they're strong, firm, but there's a softness in them that makes you melt under their touch

Kissing Only Night.

Your favourite part of the day is you and her sitting on the couch after a rough day, in a cute cuddle session with soft kisses that end up getting breathy and desperate.

Hands travelling around all of her body and kissing uncontrollably.

Your tongue making all the way to caress hers, getting a few whimpers out of her.

Blindfolding each other without knowing where she's gonna touch you...

Nothing else to say

Her dirty talking to you? A dream

She's so good at it you could cum only by listening her talk.

Her voice is a plus.

The deep, yet feminine and delicate voice she has drives you absolutely crazy, especially in the morning voice, when it's all raspy and tired.

In the very first times you had sex, she'd be incredibly insecure about her voice and would try to mostly stay quiet

But you encouraged her to be more loud, admitting her that her voice was so hot to you

Now you're more than happy to hear all the little sounds she makes out of the pleasure you give her.

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

what is murderbot about friend👀

ohhhh my god ok.

so imagine, if you will, a free-loving, free-living society sending a team of scientists out to survey a new planet in hopes of finding a lovely place to further their community.

imagine, if you will, once they touch down on the planet, they realize their maps have been sabotaged. dangerous fauna is trying to kill them. their cameras are hacked and reporting them to god knows where.

imagine there are other survey teams on the planet. teams who have been thoroughly and mercilessly wiped out by an unknown force.

they are coming for you next, all blood and splattered skulls and twisted metal, and all you have to defend yourself is your courage, your faith in each other, and your Company-assigned guard robot.

now imagine. if you will.

that your guard robot hacked its own programming, hates people, is aroace, says the fuck word every 5 minutes, and just downloaded 7,000 hours of the greatest TV show in the world: a shitty Star Trek rip off with an in-universe rating of like 30% on rotten tomatoes.

hi, im murderbot, and you're watching my diaries :)

WHSGSHSH ok genuinely it's a sci-fi show based on a book series called The Murderbot Diaries which are all told in POV from the galaxy's most autistic aroace agender (it/its!) robot who wants nothing more than for people to leave it alone so it can watch its (bad) shows.

it's an EXTREMELY funny show and series with speckles of insanely heartfelt moments, and the cast is STACKED even aside from my darling murderbot (dw abt its name. it doesnt murder people. mostly.) we're talking a leader cut from the most "i would follow you to hell and back" cloth ever who's also in a polygamous marriage and has regular panic attacks, an active throuple between a biologist, a sillyass wormhole expert, and a nonbinary lawyer, a geochemist who just keeps doing surgery on people, and The Most Normal Man Ever who is only freshly non suicidal and non indentured and is trying so hard to be normal about everything (he's not succeeding).

there's autism on autism violence. there's anti capitalism. there's weird bug sex. there's surgery on a grape. there's a beautiful attitude of "all of you are so fucking stupid. i'd kill anyone and then myself to save any of you." there's sexual harassment against an ace person that is actually handled well (SHOCKING). there's alexander skarsgard making this face when people look at it too much

[ID: Three screenshots of Murderbot making a wide-eyed, frightened stare. End ID.]

it's a hilarious, earnestly queer, heartfelt show with a sick as fuck spacefaring mystery plot that genuinely i dont fully understand yet (i havent watched episode 9 so nobody say shit). it rocks so much. 10/10 has made me so much worse at eye contact. huge fan.

[yellowf1nch]

Warning: Minors do not interact

**There will be potential spoilers from this point forward regarding endings with certain characters. There may have been some in the last part, however I think it was still vague enough. I have certain characters I want to explore in this dynamic with specificity to their storylines, so consider this a warning if you do not wish to have anything revealed to you prematurely.**

(Part 3 of the problematic roommate storyline)

You awake in stillness. Quiet. There's a fatigue in your body, and a thrumming pain across your face that becomes more apparent as you pull further from sleep. You roll yourself upwards, head heavy and balance askew even while sitting. Memories flood back, at first it seemed all a terrible dream, but the reflection that greets you above your dresser reminds you just how real everything is. Your stomach growls, so you make your way to the top of the stairs, but hesitate descending when you hear your roommate down there now. Will they attack you again? Do you even have the fortitude to listen if they want to talk?

Thoughts swim around your head, and time apparently passes quicker than you think. You hear your roommate move towards the foyer, and into the gym. The Cross Trainer kicks on, so you take this as your chance to eat. As you round the stairs, you hear a clink from the floor grate beside you, the one Skylar sits inside. Debating once again, if your exhaustion would put you up to the task of using the dateviators, you hear the bathroom door just ahead click open, and see if fall slightly open. Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to have Farya give you a once over.

You quietly reach down, arm entering the vent and feeling around until your fingers brush metal wire and plastic lenses. You retrieve the dateviators, waiting until you enter the bathroom and making sure you are locked inside before putting them on. Immediately, Skylar, Farya, and Amir come forward. They all talk at once, over each other, asking how you feel, noting how you look, about what happened. You start to take the glasses off, overwhelmed, when they all shout in unison, "NO."

"You might be concussed," Farya says, a slight grin on her face, if an unsteady one. "I need to make certain there are no broken bones, damaged nerves... Don't even get me started on hemorrhaging..." She begins to talk more to herself as you sit on Jean-Loo, cleaning you up, testing nerve responses, and even needing to administer some stitches. Amir had left before much of this, apparently a bit squeamish despite wanting to help. Skylar remained. She held your hand to squeeze, though she, too, seemed to wince and avoid looking at you for much of the time Farya worked.

"Maybe you should call in the police," she says, "this... isn't really within anyone's wheelhouse to put up with." Farya finishes up, then takes her leave. You look at Skylar, your voice scratchy and low as you tell her you're afraid. You're afraid of what might happen, mostly to the dateables, to the dateviators. If something goes wrong, the objects could get hurt. She sighs, and crouches at your feet.

"But you're already hurt. Don't worry about us. Besides, if the authorities can get your roommate out of the picture, then that's better for all of us, right?" You admit that your gut is far more hesitant, but maybe it would be for the best. The sooner you call, the more concrete the report will be. Though, you still aren't sure if anything would actually come of it. And if your roommate tries to spin things against you... Skylar takes your hand, seeing how unsure you are. "Hey, it's okay to not feel sure. You've gone through a lot, and, if you aren't comfortable getting anyone involved, then you don't have to. But, you have our support, and whatever happens, you won't be alone." You nod, softly thanking her, before you reach up and remove the dateviators. Your stomach growls again, so you finish up in the bathroom, and make sure your roommate isn't waiting to ambush you as soon as you leave. It seems they've moved onto something else, and it sounds like they're on a personal phone call.

You don't want to spend too much time here, feeling exposed in the open kitchen, and you are certain you could only stomach a simple breakfast anyway. You make a bowl of cereal, eating in the stillness, pretending that everything is like it was before Skylar was delivered here. Then again, a part of you admits that it's... Nice. To have people to talk to, to meet, even. If it weren't for Valdivian's shelling out to the military, you might have considered trying for a degree to be the leading datable anthropologist. But, the dateviators have to be destroyed, and before that, every object has to be awakened and realized. Or, that's what Skylar has told you. And it feels to be a task insurmountable, especially with your roommate around. You finish eating and quickly wash your bowl and spoon, moving back up to your bedroom. The LED lights you have on flicker, a common occurrence since you moved in, and you recall the few times in the Breaker Box how Volt would wince when they did. In fact, you remember a very curt conversation with Eddy yesterday where he mentioned it's just maintenance he's working on while he pushed you out the door.

You make your way back to the box, mindful of your roommate moving around downstairs, and quietly open the closet. You close it behind you, hoping Dorian will understand to stay closed while you're here. You put the dateviators back on, wincing as they again sit on your injuries, and you activate them, opening the club and going inside. It's empty, but Eddy sits on the floor by the bar, seeming to be adjusting some of the legs of the barstools. He looks over when you enter, swearing under his breath.

"The hell do you want, bar's closed." You walk closer, still keeping some distance, mentioning the flickering lights again. Only this time, you make it clear you expect something to be done about it. Eddy rolls his eyes, but when he looks at you again, curses biting at the back of his teeth, he seems shocked as he notices the discolored patches mapping your face.

"How much do you have to do?" You ask, taking the opportunity while he was caught off-guard. At your question, he quickly recovers.

"A lot. Now if you don't mind, I'm busy." He looks back to what he was working on.

"I want to help," you say, no hesitation in your voice. Eddy looks back up at you, gives you a once over, and breathes a chuckle. "I'm serious. I'm not afraid of hard work." He meets your eyes, and looks back down at the stool in front of him, squaring his jaw.

"I said I'm busy."

You cross your arms, lips pursed despite their reluctance to do so. "And I said I want to help."

Eddy resumes his task, albeit with a poorly restrained frustration, "I don't care what you want."

"Well you're gonna care real soon, because if you won't let me help you, I'll have to either call an electrician or figure things out myself." Eddy's motions become even more agitated, but you continue, "Besides. You clearly have a lot on your plate to be having issues with the power flickering since I moved in, so an extra set of hands would only make things go quicker." In response, you hear exasperated curses of your name under his breath.

"You wanna call an electrician, then go ahead. You're just wasting my time!"

"I don't want to call an electrician, I want to help you!"

"I don't need your help!"

"I'm not convinced." Eddy growls at you, tossing the tool he was holding down and rubbing his face. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighs.

"You wanna help so bad? Fine. Come back tomorrow and you'll wish you never set foot in this club." You instinctively try to smile, but strain with your stitches and bruises. Eddy avoids your gaze, trying to wiggle the barstool leg he was working on, then stands and sets the stool upright. Eventually he does look at you, his expression falling flat, "Get out."

Nodding, you turn to leave, and when you exit the Breaker Box, you realize the closet door is still closed. You hear your roommate throwing things around downstairs, yelling to themselves about things never being fair, about how everything good that happens to them is taken away. You start to leave, but they seem to move up and down the stairs, back and forth between rooms. You wait for them to go back down, and swiftly move back to your bedroom, locking the door. Considering the last charge you have on the dateviators, you turn your aim to Dorian. When he appears, he's looking at you with an expression you hadn't seen before.

"How... How bad is it?" A brow raises at your question.

"If you are referring to the state of the household, I'd say it's as bad as it sounds. Wallace and I are both tough gents... let's just say it's not easy for either of us to get knocked into each other."

"Are you hurt? Do I need to-"

"You don't need to do anything, 'cept keep yourself from an early grave. We can all put up with a lot more than you think. There've been kids in this house before, family gatherings. None of us are going anywhere anytime soon."

You pause, thinking perhaps you have been too insistent. Maybe you have been too concerned. Maybe anxiety is getting the better of you.

"For what it's worth," Dorian begins, "respecting Skylar's choice, all 'a what you said last night... Makes me proud to be your friend." He smiles, "Just make sure you take care of yourself as much as you would the rest of us. Now," his face falls back to his usual stern expression, but there remains a dusting of pink at the corners of his eyes, "off to bed with you. And make sure to put Skylar up for the night."

As the dateviators lose their last charge for the day, you gently remove them, and tuck them away where your roommate couldn't reach without waking you. You adjust your pillows and blankets to keep your head from rolling too much overnight, and feel the calm embrace of sleep welcome you.

[uconndallas]

Title: Collision Course

A/N: Hi guys! this is a brand new story i’ve been working on the past couple of days. We’re going dark. petty. mean. This is a “i will break your ankle in practice and not lose sleep over it.” kind of story, And I really enjoyed writing the first couple of chapters. I have to warn you guys it will be VERY slow burn, so this story will require alot of patience. Once again tysm for reading I appreciate it! <3

Prologue: The Spark

There was blood on the floor the first time Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd played against each other.

Not metaphorical blood. Real. Tangible. Bright red and smeared across the polished hardwood like someone had spilled war paint during a battle neither of them knew they were fighting yet.

It happened in an AAU game that didn’t even matter just another summer weekend in another faceless gym full of scouts, egos, and parents who clapped like their daughters’ futures depended on it. Paige, already branded a prodigy, moved like she owned the court. Azzi, quiet and coiled like a spring, didn’t speak much—but she didn’t need to. She let her jumper speak, and it screamed louder than any trash talk.

They collided chasing a loose ball at half-court, bodies crashing mid-stride. Paige shoved. Azzi shoved back harder.

What followed was less a scuffle and more a statement: elbows, a spit of words that wouldn't look good on camera, a ref’s whistle swallowed in hesitation. Coaches stormed the court. Someone’s mom screamed. Someone else caught it all on a phone.

Later, they both swore the other started it. Later, they'd each laugh about it in interviews, polished and professional.

But not that day.

That day ended with Paige’s lip split, Azzi’s eye swelling purple, and a silence in the gym so heavy you could feel it in your teeth.

They didn’t speak after that. Didn’t follow each other on Instagram. Didn’t shake hands. Just cold glances and colder highlights, passed around by trainers and coaches who wondered aloud what would happen if they ever ended up on the same team.

The answer came years later.

UConn.

Two golden girls. One jersey. One legacy to fight for. One spotlight, and not enough room in it for both of them. They didn’t hug when Azzi arrived. Paige didn’t help her unpack. Azzi didn’t ask. They were polite, mostly. Smiled for cameras. Posed for posters. But behind the scenes?

They were war.

You could hear it in the gym the way their shoes screeched louder when they guarded each other. The way Paige gritted her teeth when Coach praised Azzi’s defense. The way Azzi rolled her eyes every time Paige got called the “face of the program.”

No one knew the full story. Not yet.

But anyone watching closely could tell.

This wasn’t a friendship.

This was the beginning of something much messier.

[kamisobsessed]

Let Me Hold Ya

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Summary: Ben's not good with feelings, but for you, he'd do just about anything.

Warnings: MDNI 18+. Fluff. Mental health mentions. Feeling sad. Depression. Mentions of sex. Soldier Boy (he's a warning). Ben's a little ooc obviously. No use of y/n.

A/N: Been feeling rough a lot lately so started to write this up a little bit ago, had the idea in my head for a while.

The front door burst open with a bang as Ben walked in. He’d been gone on a mission for a week. Usually, when he came home from his long missions, you were all over each other, wrecking each other on every surface of your shared apartment.

But today, you were curled up under a blanket on the couch, the TV playing mostly as background noise—because the noise in your head was so much louder.

“Fuck, baby, been missin’ your pussy all fuckin’ week,” he groaned as he walked into the living room, coming up behind the couch and bending down to kiss your neck. Usually, you’d want this. But you didn’t even react.

He pulled back slightly, moving around to stand in front of the couch. “Fuck’s wrong with you?” he asked, lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

“I just… not tonight, Ben. Please,” you whispered.

“What? You sick or somethin’?” he asked. “’Cause trust me, baby, I can fuck a sickness right outta ya.”

You wanted to laugh. To chuckle. But you couldn’t. “No, I just… haven’t been… okay. Mentally.”

“Fuck, doll,” he sighed. “You know I’m shit at… feelings.” He sat next to you on the couch. “What… what’s goin’ on? You gotta talk to me. I ain’t a fuckin’ mind reader.”

“I just… feel disgusting. I hate how I look. I hate how much of a failure I am. I feel fucking worthless.”

“Doll, you’re none of those fuckin’ things, ya hear me? None. You’re fuckin’ beautiful. You’re not a failure. You’re not worthless. Don’t ever fuckin’ believe that, ’cause I sure as fuck don’t.”

“I wish my brain believed that.”

“Listen to me. You’re fuckin’ everything to me. That’s gotta matter somewhere in your brain,” he said, voice low and earnest. “I can’t fuckin’ lose you, okay? I can’t.”

“I know,” you said softly.

“Good.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck. I wanted to come home and fuck the shit outta ya—I missed that perfect fuckin’ body of yours,” he admitted. “But… if you say no, I’m not pushin’ ya. I’d never fuckin’ do that.”

��I’m sorry, Ben. I know we usually—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Don’t be sorry, doll. It’s not your fault, alright?”

“Feels like it is,” you murmured, staring down at your lap.

He gently slipped his hand under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. “Don’t. It’s not your fault, alright? Now just… let me hold ya. And maybe when you’re feelin’ a little better, I’ll fuck all those dark thoughts outta that pretty head of yours.”

That earned a soft chuckle from you.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your head and wrapping his arms around you as you rested against his chest.

“Shut up,” you mumbled into his chest, feeling him pull the blanket around both of you.

“I love you, doll. Don’t ever fuckin’ forget it,” he whispered, pressing a long, tender kiss to your forehead.

“I know,” you whispered back. “I love you too.”

The two of you lay snuggled on the couch, the TV still playing in the background as he gently rubbed your back.

He may not understand feelings like this very well, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try for you.

A/N: I love Soldier Boy so much. My favorite fuckin Jensen character (but Mark Meachum is growing on me)

tags: @animelucky @mystic-writings @magster196 @soldierboysdoll @castielscaplan @mostlymarvelgirl @chevroletdean @waynes-multiverse @winchesterwild78 @deanspookiebear @multiversefanfics @sunshinegirlreads

[yinyuedijun]

phainon wip snippet that i may or may not delete

posting this at @nazberry-icecream's request. I will be real with you guys I drafted this while drunk/high last night and I'm not sure what to do with it because it's. good in some places but it's also incredibly bad in others and the canon accuracy is questionable. I'm not sure if it's salvageable SLKDFJLJSDf

canon context: bath tub is from this event

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

Phainon realizes that he’s in love with you at age nineteen, on the day he catches you running through Marmoreal Palace in nothing but a towel and pair of wet slippers. You're waving at him, calling his name, your skin still damp with bathwater and a sunlit smile stretched across your face. For a minute, he thinks he’s hallucinating—dreaming, probably, though usually his dreams about you wearing next to nothing aren’t nearly so ridiculous—but the way you grip him by the shoulders feels too real to be a fantasy.

The way you wheeze and cough at him, too.

“I’ve found you a birthday present,” you say, and he can tell from your voice that you’re dead serious.

“Oh,” he replies. He can't think of anything else to say when confronted with the image of you panting and holding onto him in nothing but a towel.

“I need to give it to you now,” you tell him.

He blinks. Then laughs. “Now?”

“Now.”

“You don’t want to put on clothes first?”

“I don’t need to have clothes on to give this to you.”

Alright. Phainon must be dreaming. There is no way in his real, actual life that you’d ever give him a present while intentionally this close to being naked. But he plays along with his incredibly shameful dream and laughs, “Sure.”

You’re excited to show him whatever you’ve found. Coming up with a birthday present for him is your worst nightmare, and one you struggle with every year. It makes me feel like a bad friend, you always moan. But I can’t ever think of anything good. You never want anything.

Phainon gives you suggestions each year, rattling them off in a list that never satisfies you. I could always use a new sword, he’d said, and you’d replied, I’m not going to get you something for your work. Then he tried, New armor could be nice, and you’d whined and replied, That’s what Aglaea wanted for you—she hates your sense of style, you know. As a last resort, he’d said, It would be nice to go to that new Aurelian restaurant together, and this time you’d scowled: That’s where I wanted to go! You don't even like Aurelian cuisine! And you always pay the bill when I’m not looking whenever we go out to eat—how am I supposed to let you pay for your own birthday meal!

Pretty easily, he’d replied cheerfully. All you have to do is sit there while I go pay.

You’d groaned.

Your birthday is about you! What do you want?! What would you like?!

“I like seeing you happy,” he always answers, smiling brightly—because it always gets you flustered, and he rather likes that too.

You think he's being insincere. You accuse him of being a terrible flirt, which he finds unfair, because he’s not flirting—he really does just like seeing you happy. He likes seeing you glow, kicking your feet and grinning in a way he’d have never been able to imagine back in the refugee camp. He was worried, for a long time, that you’d always be as miserable as the way you were back then. That you’d never want to eat. That you’d never want to talk. That you’d starve to death in silence, forever caught in the grip of the Flame Reaver—torn apart like the rest of Aedes Elysiae.

That Phainon would fail to protect you, the way he’d failed everyone else back home.

But you’d healed, eventually. Mostly. Sometimes Phainon catches you in moments of melancholy, a distance between you that he can’t figure out how to traverse. Catches you thinking about home, and your family, and all the other things you miss. He’ll give them back to you one day—you’ll see them all again when he ushers in the Era Nova, and he’ll be able to see you smile like never before—but it’ll be a long time until then. It’ll be a long time before he can deliver this wish of yours.

He guesses that it’s enough seeing you like this for now, though: beaming as you drag him through the palace, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the marble underneath you. You lead him into the bath house, and he’s so endeared that he plays along without even questioning it. More than happy to humour whatever’s got you bouncing with so much excitement.

He also plays along because he really wants to see the rest of this dream. He has high expectations for its course: you’re holding his hand, dragging him into a bath, wearing nothing but a flimsy little towel. It's clear where this is going.

But then it doesn’t go there.

You let go of Phainon’s hand, and you don’t drag him into the water, and you keep your towel on. Instead, you lead Phainon to a very old, very plain tub—a lacklustre sight in comparison to you—and gesture at it.

“Here,” you say smugly.

He stares. “You’re giving me a used bathtub?”

“I’m giving you a treasure. This old thing is made out of Sacred Tree Wood—can you believe it? I thought the attendant was full of it when she told me, but I inspected it and I’m pretty sure it’s the genuine article.”

“Huh,” Phainon says, still too distracted by the sight of you to really pay attention to any bathtub, sacred or not. You mistake this for fascination.

“Take a look for yourself,” you insist. “It’s most obvious if you look at the detailing inside the tub—here, let me show you—”

You climb into the tub, and your towel stays on, and you really do just show him all the characteristics of the wood hinting at its origins. Phainon can’t fathom it. He’s probably been spending too much time appraising antiques with Theodoros, and now his hobby’s invaded his favourite dreams. He needs to get another pastime.

He plays along anyway: “Sure,” he says, crouching down to peer at its make, his lips curled into a smile. “I'll take a look.”

Twenty minutes later, his eyes have gone wide and his jaw has gone slack. He lifts the bathtub with his bare hands and carries it out of the bath house, making a beeline to Theodoros’ shop—with you and a frazzled bath attendant in tow. You’re practically bouncing on your heels as Phainon receives his certificate of authenticity—and then you balk when he asks Theodoros how much he’ll get when he sells it.

You give him a betrayed look. “Are you really going to re-sell my gift?! I thought I'd finally found something you'd like!”

“I did like it,” he says. “And I’m going to sell it. I enjoy finding and appraising treasures, but I never really hang onto them. There are always better places for them to go.”

You give him a sullen look. “So you didn't like my gift.”

“No,” he says gently. “I loved it. This was a lot of fun, but it’d be a waste for me to actually keep a relic like this. It belongs in a place like Theodoros’ collection, where everyone can see it.”

You frown, clearly dissatisfied. “Then what kind of gift would you keep?”

Phainon shrugs. “There’s nothing I really need,” he answers truthfully, and the noise you make is so comical in its frustration that he realises instantly that this isn’t a dream. Despite the remarkable ability of his subconscious to recreate your body down to the most minute details (Phainon pays a great deal of attention to it in his waking hours, after all), it’s not that great at capturing your funnier idiosyncrasies. That scowl of yours—along with your long-time obsession with finding him the perfect birthday gift—can only be the genuine article.

He understands now that all of this is real. And because it is real, so too must be his desire to kiss you.

Phainon wants to grab you by the shoulders and kiss you in the middle of Marmoreal Market in his real, actual life; and he also wants to take you to the theatre and give you gifts and court you properly in his real, actual life; and he also wants to take you home and watch his parents fawn over you in his real, actual life. Because they’d have adored you. They’d have been excited about you. They’d have invited you over for suncakes and venison every night, and they’d have had you over for Oronyx prayers, and they’d have cried during his wedding with you. It was one of their biggest wishes for him to find someone nice and marry them properly, after all—and he can’t imagine anyone nicer than you.

They’d have loved you.

And they will love you some day, when he collects the last coreflame and delivers all of humanity into Era Nova. They’ll love you just like in all his dreams.

[shuastar]

fortunate change (hjs; 10 years' love)

pairing: joshua x f!reader genre: smut; est relationship; early morning/in-bed sex; soft joshua; whipped shua agenda; p in v sex; MDNI!!! a/n: i am not embarrassed to say that i am a soft joshua supporter and whatthefuck were thoae maldives pics…. nomnomnom 10th ANNIV. TAGLIST FORM HERE

masterlist | jeonghan | jun

It starts slow. Everything with him always does.

Sunlight creeps in through the edges of the curtain, painting soft golden warmth on the rumpled sheets and over his bare shoulder, his spine a lazy curve as he sleeps on his side, half draped over you. His chest rises and falls in time with yours. The room is quiet save for the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the occasional birdsong outside.

You think you could stay like this forever.

Joshua shifts slightly beside you, his thigh sliding between yours. His hand is already on your waist — it must have stayed there all night — fingers splayed possessively across your skin. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and breathes you in.

“Mm,” he hums, still mostly asleep. “You smell nice…”

You smile drowsily. “You always say that.”

“You always do,” he mumbles back, voice low and scratchy from sleep.

He lifts his head, finally, eyes half-lidded and soft, and leans in to press the warmest, slowest kiss to the side of your mouth. Then another. And another. He kisses like this moment, this skin-on-skin warmth that pulls him closer to you each time he exhales.

“You’re hard,” you murmur, teasing, nudging your thigh higher between his legs.

He groans softly and laughs into your neck. “Can’t help it. You’re right here. Being warm. Breathing.”

“Wow. I really did all that just by existing?”

“Mmhm,” he replies, sleep-drunk and smiling. “It’s like… the world’s finally on its axis when you’re next to me. Like everything’s warmer, just because you’re here.”

That makes your stomach flutter in a way no dirty talk ever could. He always says things like that — quietly, sincerely, like it’s the most obvious truth in the universe.

Joshua kisses you again, slower this time, one hand cupping your cheek while the other slides down your waist, anchoring you closer. His hips press forward, just enough for you to feel him — hard and hot against your thigh.

You shift under the sheets, legs parting slightly, the fabric rustling as you guide his hand lower. He doesn’t say anything — just touches you. His fingers slip beneath your underwear and slide through your folds, slow and unhurried.

“So wet already,” he breathes, kissing your shoulder. “You missed me?”

“We’ve been in the same bed all night.”

He gives you a sleepy grin. “Still.”

When he finally moves over you, it’s with unbearable tenderness — the kind that makes your chest ache. His hands frame either side of your head on the pillow, fingers splayed wide like he needs to steady himself just from looking at you. He watches you beneath him, eyes half-lidded but focused, mouth parted as if he’s still caught in that dreamlike edge between sleep and need.

His chest brushes against yours, warm and bare, skin sticking slightly where you’re already flushed and overheated. You feel the soft line of his stomach glide over yours as he shifts forward, hips slotting between your legs. Every movement is deliberate, like he doesn’t want to break the spell of the morning — like he’s savoring this before the rest of the world can touch it.

Then — slowly — he presses in.

The head of his cock nudges against your entrance, slick with your arousal, and he exhales shakily, the sound tight in his throat. His eyes flick to yours, wordless and careful.

You nod, barely, and he begins to sink into you inch by inch.

The stretch is slow — just enough to steal your breath and make your fingers clutch his shoulders. He never looks away. His gaze stays locked to yours like he wants to watch every single reaction play out on your face, like he’s memorizing the way your brows knit and your lips part in a soft gasp as he fills you.

Joshua groans — low, trembling — like this is everything he’s been waiting for. “Fuck… baby,” he murmurs, forehead dropping to yours. “You feel—god, you feel so perfect.”

There’s no rush. No urgency. No wild rhythm.

Just the quiet, steady sound of your breaths mingling, your bodies pressing together, and the bed creaking faintly beneath the slow roll of his hips. He starts to move — long, dragging thrusts that make you feel every single part of him. His pelvis presses against yours with each slow push forward, grinding deep before retreating again, only to fill you once more with aching precision.

It’s not just sex. It’s not even really about release. It’s about being here — being with him like this, in the golden warmth of a morning that belongs to no one else.

You wrap your legs around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back to pull him impossibly closer. Your body arches up instinctively, needing more of him.

“You feel good,” you whisper, barely audible.

Joshua leans down and kisses you — not hurried, not hungry. Just slow. His mouth slides over yours like silk, tongue slipping in to brush against yours with aching tenderness. He kisses you like a secret. Like a vow.

“You feel like home,” he whispers into your lips, and it makes something twist deep inside you.

The room is warm now. You can’t tell if it’s the sunlight or the weight of his body or the way his love feels — slow and molten — settling between your ribs.

His thrusts stay deep and unhurried, hips rocking into you like a tide. Every movement says I love you. I missed you. I need you. He tilts his hips slightly, grinding just enough to drag across that spot inside you that makes your breath catch, and when he feels your thighs tense, he moans softly against your neck.

“You’re so good to me,” he breathes. “Always feel so good—god, I love you like this.”

He trails kisses along your jaw, the corner of your mouth, your shoulder. “Wanna stay like this. Wanna stay in bed with you forever.”

You let your hands roam — up the smooth plane of his back, fingers skating over the flex of his shoulder blades, then down, slow, nails dragging lightly. The muscles under your touch tense and ripple, and he shudders, his hips stuttering just once before he steadies again.

The way he’s holding himself up is shaky now — arms trembling slightly, his breath getting heavier. You can feel how close he is, how his rhythm gets a little less controlled with every thrust.

You press your lips to his temple, brushing away damp strands of hair, and whisper, “come with me.”

He moans your name into your shoulder, muffled and broken, and then he’s coming — hips pressed tight to yours, cock pulsing deep as he spills into you. His whole body tenses before melting into yours, collapsing gently so he can wrap his arms around you, bury his face in your neck, and breathe.

Your fingers thread through his hair, soothing, as you both try to come down from it together. His heart beats against yours, fast and unsteady.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull out. Just stays there, tucked inside you, chest flush to yours, breath slowing with each passing second.

And when the air finally stills and the sun fully stretches across the bed, warming everything in gold, he lifts his head and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“See?” he murmurs, smiling like he knows something you don’t. “Still warm. Still on axis. That’s you.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You’re so cheesy.”

He grins, then nuzzles into your neck again. “And you love it.”

And with the way you cling to him — legs still wrapped around his hips, your fingers softly stroking his back — he’s not wrong.

He shifts just slightly inside you, and you feel him stir again.

“…You’re not done, are you?” you whisper.

Joshua hums. Smiles against your throat.

“Not even close.”

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what more could i want

Paring: bob reynolds x fem!reader Summary: everything was great. the team finally semi functioning and stable. and most importantly, bob was doing great. what more could you ask for. Genre: fluff & angst Warnings: none Author's Note: this is the first time i'm actively writing for a current hyperfixation. the last time i wrote fanfiction was for one direction and that was a lifetime ago. i'm very rusty when it comes to writing. bob might be slightly ooc. i tried my best. 🥲 WC: 2.6k

Who knew a name could hold so much meaning to you, and how much a name could change everything. Bob, how has such a simple name managed to become so deeply intertwined with your very being so effortlessly? Almost as if it was meant to be there from the very start.

"Are you even listening to me?" You tear your gaze away from the open skies and look over to the pilot's seat. Yelena is already looking at you. More like staring through you.

"Hmm?"

"What's with you lately? Your mind always seems to be," she waves her hand in the air, "not focused."

You look away from her piercing gaze. "It's nothing."

"Liar. I thought we promised each other no more lies."

"Lena, I'm just exhausted from the mission. That's all, promise." You try giving her your best fake smile. Which she obviously sees right through. It's a partial truth, partial lie. The mission had lasted longer than expected, and seeing as it was just you and Yelena on this one. It felt like you two did twice as much work.

"You know what I know," Yelena comments back while turning off the autopilot and taking over the controls.

"What do you think you know?"

"That Bob misses you." That simple statement makes you freeze, while your heart races a bit. You glance at her and see that she has a smug look on her face.

"Bob misses whoever is gone on a mission."

Yelena lets out her deep, throaty laugh. "Oh yeah, he definitely misses Walker when he's away for weeks at a time. Wanna try again?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Just admit what you've been denying these past few months."

You start picking at your nails. "We're friends. That's it."

"And that's why you're a bad liar."

A few hours later, you and Yelena are finally back at the Watchtower. Yelena turns to you when you're both in the elevator. "Don't worry about the report. I'll handle it."

"Yelena-"

The elevators open, and Yelena gives you a slight shove. "Go see your man." The doors slide shut before you can protest. Turning around, you see that the open common space is mostly unoccupied.

"Hey! Look who's finally back. Thought you died or something." You brush off John's comment. Too mentally drained to deal with the usual back and forth. You head for the open kitchen and see that Ava gets up and follows you.

"How was Istanbul?" She asks once you've managed to chug down some water.

You raise your eyebrows at her. "Fine, and when are you one for small talk?"

"I'm not. Something happened while you and Yelena were gone."

That caught your attention, and your mind immediately went to Bob. Is he okay? Is he hurt? Even though technically he can't get hurt, there's still a possibility. Everything was going so well. He's been doing so much better. What had happened within 3 weeks?

Ava placed a hand on your shoulder to ground you. John had wandered into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, watching you two.

"Geeze, don't make it sound like that," he had a slight smirk on his face, "don't worry, your boyfriend is okay."

"He's not my boyfriend." Some of the tension was leaving your body. Bob's fine, everything is fine.

"My bad, boy who's just a friend."

You turn your attention back to Ava. "So, what happened?"

You find yourself standing in front of Bob's door. Hand raised, but hesitant to knock. Your mind goes back to the brief conversation with Ava in John. It's no big deal, everything is fine. This changes nothing. Why did Ava and John make it seem bigger than it was?

Just as you're about to knock, voices from the other side stop you.

Two voices.

One is Bob's, low and quiet, yet still self-assured.

The other was a girl's voice.

A sudden barking and scratching at the door makes you move back and almost run.

"Oh, someone must be on the other side." The girl's voice says, and the door is swung open. Two things happen simultaneously. One, a fluffy brown and white dog leaps at your chest, and two, a girl with glasses and a long braid meets your eye.

Bob rushes over, his concerned face changes once he sees it's you. The girl moves back slightly so Bob can grab the dog's collar, said dog is still trying to lick your face.

The way Bob says your name makes you wanna run and hide away. "You're finally back."

The dog has finally calmed down and is panting happily while keeping a fixed gaze on you.

"Yup, just landed." You're gaze meets the girl's, and you can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance.

Why was she in Bob's room? Since when did Bob let random people in his room? Does Bob feel more comfortable with her than you? What exactly happened within the three weeks you were gone?

"I'm Beth," The girl said, holding out her hand. "I'm one of the trainers at the dog shelter."

Bob watches as you quickly take her hand, give it a firm shake, and quickly drop it.

Beth turns back to Bob with a slight, shy smile. "I should probably head out. Are we still on for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, and Gus too."

You watch as the two exchange a few more words, and then Beth is leashing up Gus, and the two are off. One thing you do notice is that Beth is wearing a very familiar scarf.

"Shall we?" Bob's voice startles you, and you're being pulled back to his presence. You look at him and see that he's gesturing back towards his room.

You find yourself feeling cautious, like the first time you entered Bob's room all those months ago. You stare into his room, almost feeling like you shouldn't enter. Bob says your name again, this time a little hesitantly.

"I'm actually tired." Your voice sounds vacant and faraway.

"Oh...yeah, no yeah. Long mission and all that." Bob says with a slight chuckle. You avoid his gaze and start to head back down the hallway.

Bob says your name again, and you wish he wouldn't in that tone. A tone that holds such care and almost a longing. You plaster on your best smile and turn back to face him. Bob moves closer and gazes at your face. You hold your breath and wait. Your eyes move across his face as well.

He moves a bit closer. You notice how much his hair has grown in the last three weeks. His hand raises up to tuck a stray bit of hair behind your ear.

His touch is warm.

"Do you-"

"Hey, Y/N." Mel's voice calls from the other end of the hallway. "I know Yelena is working on the report, but I need to double-check some things with you."

You pull away first and head towards her without looking back.

"I can't believe Bob has a dog," Yelena says, lying upside down on your bed. Ava is camped out on a bean bag a few feet away. "Also, who the hell is Beth, and why is she always here?" Yelena looks over at you, but your face remains void of any emotion.

"I mean, it's good that he has a dog," you reply, "I know animals help when it comes to emotional support. Look at Bucky and Alpline."

"Yeah, but Alpine didn't come with a Beth." Ava chimes in.

You roll your eyes, somewhat regretting this girl's night.

"Guys, it's fine."

Ava and Yelena share a look. "Say it's fine again and mean it this time."

"Also, if it's fine, why have you been avoiding Bob?"

"Oooh! Good point! Answer, please."

You stand from the bed, making both of them sit up.

"Guys, it's not a big deal. I think it's great that Bob is expanding his social circle. Also, there's no avoiding whatsoever. Bob's busy with Gus and therapy. And I'm busy-"

"Avoiding him and Beth, we know." Yelena interrupts.

You grimace, thinking back to the past week. So maybe you have been avoiding Bob. But you can't help it. Three's a crowd, and you're not a fan of watching Beth not so subtly flirt with Bob. Either Bob is oblivious as hell when it comes to Beth's advances or-

No. You don't want to think about the or. At the same time, you feel slightly guilty for feeling jealous. It's not like you've admitted your own feelings out loud. You don't know if you will now.

Not with Beth hovering around.

"Just talk to him."

And you do finally talk to Bob.

A week later.

Only Beth talks to you first.

You're half watching a show that Yelena has abandoned when Beth approaches you.

"Hey, do you have a sec?" Her tone is hopeful.

You mute the show and look up at her. She sits down a few cushions away, and you notice that she's wearing that scarf again.

Your scarf. Your scarf that you left in Bob's room the night before leaving for your mission with Yelena.

"...you know what I mean?" It takes you a moment to realize that Beth has continued talking, not waiting to see if you've been listening. "like I know he's been through a lot, but I can see a lot of improvement with him and Gus."

Been through a lot is an understatement, but you don't say anything.

"Do you think he's ready? Or am I coming off as too pushy? Sometimes I feel like he might like me back, but I can't be sure."

That does get you attention. "Ready for what?" But you already know what she's talking about.

Beth shoots you a slightly peeved look. "Y/N. Bob, what do you think I should do?

"Uh..."

She scoots a little closer to you, her gaze imploring. "Bob talks about you a lot. I mean, you are one of his closest friends. So, I thought you could give me some advice on how to ask him out without scaring him off."

You take her in, her eyes wide and hopeful. The expression reminds you of one that Gus has given the team members during meal times when he's hoping one of them will drop some food by "accident".

Feeling like you're not fully committed to this conversation. Beth reaches out and takes your hand. "I really like Bob."

So do I

You gently withdraw your hand and turn to fully face her. "Look, I can't speak on Bob's behalf, but just be patient with him."

Beth isn't satisfied with that answer." Okay, but do you think he likes me back? What about his past relationships?"

This was heading towards a red no zone.

"You've only known him a few weeks-"

"I know, I know. I should be asking him that, but it's too soon for that, ya'know? And since you're such close friends..."

Your mouth moves before you can think. "You want me to him if he-"

Beth lets out a squeal and hugs you. "Oh my god, that would be amazing!"

The only thing you can focus on is the soft material of the scarf brushing against your neck.

It's late. Too late to be up, but your mind can't quiet down. Which is why you find yourself standing in the semi-darkened kitchen, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. Deciding whether or not you should make something.

You're just about to call it a night when Bob enters the kitchen. Half asleep himself. You're both caught off guard by each other, so the only thing you can do is stare.

You notice that Bob isn't wearing one of his usual sweaters. He's wearing a white fitted t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

"Did you finally overheat?" You try to ease the slight awkwardness between the two of you.

Bob looks down as if almost forgetting what he put on. He tugs at the bottom of his shirt as if it will magically turn oversized.

"Oh..uh, this? I think this is Walker's. There was this laundry mishap involving him and Alexei. Long story short, they managed to break more than one dryer. So...yeah," He gives a slight laugh before looking back up. "it was either this or one of Alexei's obnoxious Avengerz tracksuits."

"It looks good on you." You say before thinking, and you catch Bob's slight change in expression, from apprehensive to relieved, to something else. Something you chose to brush off.

There's still a slight awkwardness in the air. The last time there was an awkwardness between the two of you was when Bob was still adjusting to the team.

"Couldn't sleep?" His question echoes back to the first time he found you in the kitchen at the dead of night.

"Do you wanna go for a walk?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

The city is surprisingly quiet at 3am. You and Bob stop at a park near the Watchtower.

"This is nice," you motion towards the empty park, "Gus would've liked this. Why didn't you bring him along?"

It takes Bob a little too long to respond, but when he does, his words make your heart beat faster.

"I don't need him when I'm with you." You look over, and Bob is already looking at you with a soft expression. Some small voice in the back of your head tells you to reciprocate.

Instead, you think back to Beth and the scarf. Why does she still have your favorite scarf? Does Bob know that it's your favorite? That's a stupid question, of course he knows, you wore it all the time. So why give it to her like that? So easily.

Instead, you panic, withdraw, and deflect.

"Beth seems nice, and she's good with Gus."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Ask him, Beth's question floats around in your mind.

"I think Beth has a crush on you."

Bob lets out a semi-loud laugh. "Oh, you think?" You look over and see that he has a slight smirk on his face. Okay, so he wasn't that oblivious. Which makes it worse. "Beth is nice and all, but... I dunno."

You can't stop yourself. "Do you like her?" What you've been wanting to ask is why does she have my scarf?

"Why? Where is this coming from?" You can see him staring at you from the corner of your eye. You don't dare to face him. Instead, you keep your gaze fixed on a distant lamp post.

"I'm your friend."

"And?" He pushes gently.

You can feel a lump forming in the back of your throat. "And what else is there? If you like her, consider asking her out. Only if you're ready for that."

"Like I said, she's nice. But I'm trying to keep my options open."

You scoff. "What options? Robert, are you trying to tell me you've been sneaking around these past few weeks?"

"N-no nothing like that. But ya-know, there are always other... options."

"Well, there's her or someone from the team," you give a dramatic gasp, "Bob, don't tell me it's..."

Bob sighs, hangs his head low, and jokingly responds. "You caught me. There is something between me and Walker. We're in love."

You lean over and give him a playful shove. "Knew it. Enemies to lovers at its finest."

"What about friends to lovers?"

You catch his eye and give a small smile. "That's another good one. People love a good friends-to-lovers story."

"Really?"

"Yeah, what more could they want. It's romantic."

"Huh." Silence falls between you two, but this time it isn't awkward. Just calm and peaceful.

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Next Step Bllk Headcanons

— What the process of moving in with them looks like Featuring! Isagi, Chigiri, Bachira, Rin

wc: 1.6k || Domestic Fluff || Established relationship || Gender-neutral reader || Aged up characters

—☆ ISAGI YOICHI

Pre-Moving In

☆ It takes Isagi about a year and a half to bring up the topic of living together ☆ Mostly because he grew up with and wanting a stable relationship like his parents, so he takes his time making sure that you're the one ☆ He would probably be a little nervous and overthink before asking—rehearsing how he was going to bring up the idea ☆ But he loves you and is certain that you're the one he wants to live with for the rest of his life ☆ When looking for a new home, he likes simplicity ☆ Wants the location to be in a nice neighborhood, since he enjoys taking walks and going on morning runs ☆ Isagi would also appreciate being able to live close to his family ☆ Obviously, you don't need to move on the same block, but leaving the prefecture would take a bit of convincing... ☆ Other than that, Isagi lets you take the lead in house hunting

While Moving in

☆ Similarly to the process of looking for a house, he lets you decide on most of the furniture ☆ Isagi's mainly there to handle all the technical aspects and be your muscles—bringing in not only his stuff, but also the new furniture and your belongings ☆ Follows you around like a puppy at stores, occasionally pointing out certain items and seeking your opinions ☆ Always asks for your thoughts on everything he finds ☆ So much so that you have to remind him that it's his home too, not just yours ☆ He is very particular about picture frames though... ☆ And you later realize why when you see photos of you two hung up on the walls

Post-Moving in

☆ Always makes sure to greet you in the morning—even if he's a little late to practice while waiting for you to wake up, or if he has to wake up earlier to say his good mornings before you leave for work ☆ You somehow get into baking, thanks to Isagi who enjoys having a sweet treat in the morning ☆ You also begin taking strolls with him during your free time, holding hands as you wander around talking about whatever came to mind ☆ He gets so excited to go places with you, especially mundane things like a dentist appointment ☆ You could be asking him to come with you to get your cleaning done and he'll immediately be dressed in his outdoor clothes with his keys in hand

—☆ CHIGIRI HYOMA

Pre-Moving in

☆ Chigiri isn't against living with you, but he also doesn't actively think about it often ☆ Naturally, he does want to get to that stage, but doesn't rush it since he likes living on his own and never felt the need to constantly be around someone that wasn't his immediate family ☆ Well, that was before he fell deeper in love with you ☆ You're still the one who has to bring it up a little over a year into your relationship though, but he gladly accept—feeling gidder about the idea than he thought ☆ One of the first things that Chigiri looks for in a place is a nice bathroom—clean and spacious ☆ Also into the idea of having a balcony or patio with a lounging area

While Moving in

☆ Very picky and critiques every item you pick out, which ticks you off ☆ No, seriously, you're about to rip off his hair (affectionate) ☆ It's mostly with good intent though, and he does praise you when you find something that meets his standards (and you have to admit, your place does look very visually appealing) ☆ Plus, his honesty made it easier to communicate, especially when it came to discussing each other's boundaries and schedules ☆ Don't shop online. He will get off track and look at personal care products somehow

Post-Moving in

☆ Wakes up earlier than you ☆ Which wouldn't be a problem...if he didn't shower and use a hairdryer in the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom ☆ You wake up every time and plot his murder (affectionate, again) ☆ He apologizes and kisses your forehead to smoothe your annoyance ☆ Never stops though. ☆ Whenever you two can, you huddle up in the living room to do face masks and relax, talking about random topics or watching a film/show ☆ Loves when you curl up next to him wherever he's sitting while he reads ☆ One arm is wrapped around your waist while his free hand flips through his novel—your legs draped over his lap ☆ Would love getting a cat or two in the future with you—your future children, he calls them

—☆ BACHIRA MEGURU

Pre-Moving in

☆ He was pretty much locked in after the first few months of dating, so he was eager to move in together ☆ Brought up the topic around the fifth to seventh month mark, looking at you with sparkly eyes and expectant smile ☆ Wasn't very picky about the house layout or exterior ☆ His only wish was for a front lawn or some sort of space for him to practice with his football ☆ Thinks that any place could be made into a home with enough decoration, so he was completely fine with your choices (as long as you were by his side)

While Moving in

☆ Shopping with Bachira is chaotic but fun ☆ He messes around more than he helps pick stuff out for your new home, but assists with carrying things ☆ Although, it might've been for the best, considering his...interesting decor choices...(No really, because what are you gonna do with a dinosaur shaped lamp?) ☆ Bachira doesn't bring in or buy a lot of stuff when you initially move in ☆ The only things he brought were his essential personal belongings and a painting that his mom gifted for the two of you ☆ Instead, he would bring in random trinkets and decor that he finds on random days ☆ The day you step foot into your new home, surrounded by boxes, Bachira admires the space with unusual silence... ☆ That was, before he picks you up and spins you around with a rain of 'I love you's and kisses, alongside a bright smile that you couldn't help but reciprocate

Post-Moving in

☆ As mentioned earlier, Bachira has a habit of bringing home random objects that he claims, 'reminds him of you' ☆ Typically, it was either stuff that he found online or on his way home from practice/errands ☆ It's gotten to the point where you ordered a new shelf just to display all his love-filled gifts ☆ Which, now contains various items, such as a very smooth rock ("because you're perfect!", he says), a keychain from a capsule machine of a fictional character you like, and a mug shaped like a toilet bowl ("It's cause I always think about you! Even when I'm in the bathroom!"—You still don't understand this one) ☆ Majority of the time, Bachira is pretty energetic, so you're hardly ever bored (even if it comes with the occasional stress) ☆ But there are moments where he's just...quiet, usually when you're cuddling ☆ What was once a buzzing bee flying around the room is now a half asleep man, nuzzled close to you like he was trying to melt you two together

—☆ ITOSHI RIN

Pre-Moving in

☆ Like Chigiri, Rin has always preferred having his own space (at least, that's how it was after what happened with his older brother) ☆ Of course, he loves you, but the idea of living together was a little daunting to him ☆ Even if he refused to admit it, he was nervous about how you'd perceive his life style ☆ Because what if you got turned off by it? Didn't like it so you, in turn, stop loving him and then dumped him?? He would disappear into the mountains if you did that ☆ You slipped the idea into conversations a few times over the course of your relationship, but he feigns ignorance every time ☆ You let it go until two years into dating, when you decided to be upfront and ask him ☆ Seeing your determined face, Rin caved in (He loved you too much to reject such an appealing offer anyway) ☆ When it came to house hunting, you did most of the searching and reported back to Rin, where he'd give his opinion on the options presented (He just liked the excited look on your face when you showed off your work)

While Moving in

☆ Very minimalist guy ☆ Kinda just lets you run free to decorate however you like, as long as the house had all the essentials and was within budget ☆ Acts like he doesn't care, but listens and follows you while shopping for furniture ☆ Has never told you, nor will he ever out of embarrassment, but the first night he sees you sleeping peacefully in your shared bed...he nearly cried ☆ There was just something so comforting, so beautiful about you allowing and trusting him to coexist together that he's forever grateful for

Post-Moving in

☆ If you enjoy yoga, you can bet that you're joining Rin during his morning yoga ☆ He already reminded you of a cat prior to moving in, but you can't help but watch the resemblance become even more profound ☆ Sometimes, you catch him just staring at you. Watching. Waiting. ☆ Only moves when you beckon him over, and moves swiftly—eagerly ☆ He'll act disinterested in whatever mundane task you're doing, but hovers around you ☆ One time, you woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, nearly getting a heart attack when you exit and see Rin—who was originally asleep—now wide awake, standing in front of the door as the night's darkness swallowed him ☆ Tolerates all of your shenanigans ☆ He always has, but it was to an extent when out in public ☆ But now that you two share a private space, he willingly goes along with your antics through low grumbles and complaints

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✦✧✦ Chapter 6 ✦✧✦

On The Family Tree, A Tiny Robin Perches On A Tight Rope

Richard 'Dick' Grayson

Warning this part contains: Cringey shit from me reading regress manwha, Made up and mixed non-cannon timelines of DC, Change of Ages, Cursing, Death and slight dark theme, Cannon Deaths (falling), Manipulative actions and thoughts, Murderous thoughts and actions, This is like slow-burn but in a platonic yandere sense?, MC has hidden anger to everyone (the lvl to each just differ), MC is Evil in the sense of making sure no one can hurt them first, has obsessive mindset to create the perfect family and a very special guest at the end.

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Note: FINE I'm using YN but it's still They/Them, MC is now 14 yrs old yey! and yes they are the oldest in the family, finally we're now with the other members of the family, this mostly will be MC pov and the families pov in the end, a bit like what I did with Bruce and MC in 4&5 but since my mind is brain dead this will be in longass parts because I like to torture myself, Longer parts for the main and one-shot with the rest.

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Only small years have gone by yet everything seems to settle down easily for me and Bruce or my Dad now I guess.

So easy that I can curl my tiny fingers around him while making sure he thinks I'm still sitting nicely in his palm, just simply doing what normal Father and Child do with an addition of Alfred becoming my sort of non-biological Grandfather to me, it's so easy to pretend around them, like lying to a kid.

Schooling was a breeze, I just have to keep up appearances and all, besides it's easy to fool children and using those dimwitted snotty rich kids under my control.

I have a few more months to prepare until one of the official kids practically pulls up hand in hand with Bruce along with the adoption papers but that's alright-

After all a perfect family should be complete with little brothers and sisters running around.

Richard Grayson or Dick came first as he always do in every reset, the very first common variable in my problem, a character that's always prominent in the story, the first ever boy wonder and the prodigy of Batman but now that I have an opportunity to change things? I'll make an even better scrip just for him.

He was the Eldest even though I came first, He was the most reliable and the one everyone looked up to while I was the unreliable and useless one, He was the first child Bruce took in because he felt sorry for him and not the one force to him in one day like me.

Oh woe to me and my miserable, sad and pathetic life.

It all began after Bruce asked me to watch the traveling Haly's Circus along with me, again something that never happened before my other life even when some of those I begged for him to bring me but now he's the one who asked for me if part of the reason I said yes, the rest? is probably to maintain the typical Wayne Family font as well as making a mini fundraiser for entertainments in Gotham, a tiny addition from me, I had to make great impressions to stay at in the good graces of this city, making sure my hard work will pay off in the end and to prevent any more issues that could cost a new fracture in this reset.

If Batman has contingency plans then so do I

Many of the Richer families came as well, surprisingly I finally see the Drake family together for once with the little Tim standing between his two parents who was a bit eager to have a word with Bruce, I almost forgot that Tim was also watching the flying graysons to back then.

I stare at the adults talking as I stand with another new cane on my right since I out grew the first one and a large cotton candy on the other hand before noticing the little boy on my side looking at me with stars in his eyes, a weird look coming from him since I rarely met him this early, not that he even looked at me with those eyes before.

'A tiny outline of Robin's mask was drawn on his face before quickly glitching away'

"Y-... you're THE YN Wayne..oh my god-". He gushed as I raised an eyebrow showing a bit of a surprise before concealing it and sending him a fake smile, cute kid not the usual -overdose caffeine and prioritizes more case files and more 'interesting' people- boy.

"Hello, nice to meet you". I said and held the cotton candy that I haven't taken a bite out of to him as I perfectly timed a flashed of the paparazzi's camera aimed at us.

He looked at the treat in his hands and look up afterwards but I was already walking away with Bruce entering the largest tent where the show would begin.

I watched as a large boyish smile grow in his face before hiding my frown to him for being gullible and easy to fool nature.

'A bit weak and dependent, not yet maybe a few more years and see if he comes out perfect'

During the show, I didn't bother pretending to be at awe, The people were amazing and living up to their name being the best traveling circus in the world even when I knew what's really behind this amazing facade.

Seeing a person on the open flap of the tent, I observe them sending signals to someone near the trapeze equipment before disappearing while I felt someone eyeing me and Bruce from the other bleachers on the other side before turning towards the figures of the Graysons as he opens a pocket watch with engravings of an owl.

'The court of owls will be the perpetrators? or was it a collaboration this time?' I wondered the possibilities since I don't see the familiar face of Tony Zucco and his usual lackeys anywhere before paying attention to the flame breathing stunt in front of me.

It would have been easy to prevent this death but I know the circumstances will change and end up ruining my odds, so the death of the Flying Graysons did infact happened and there's nothing more I can do.

Watching the two lovers plumenting to the ground, their body smacking straight in the center, a haunting pose of where the fingers of the two barely reached one another but failed since Death is a poetic bitch.

I pick out the tiny form of the younger grayson among the ruckus of people screaming and running away, he tried pushing against the other members of the circus so he can reach his parents but was held back to prevent him from getting more traumatize.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn to see Bruce behind me then clocked the direction on where I was staring and watch Dick crying in the ringmaster's arms, a familiar look in his eyes as the scene reminds him of something that happened to him years ago.

'A pity really' Their voiced echoed in my head as they stand next to the man with the owl pocket watch, they seem to like them for some reason.

As we were escorted outside, Bruce did a quick check if I was alright but I simply coaxed him to the little Robin's direction using his poor weeping heart to have the Big Bat swipe the kid away from that Owl.

While Bruce comforts him, I stand amongst the sea of panicking people just observing them until I become aware of someone approaching me, someone who finally answered my suspicion.

"Seems like your Father took a liking to a different child". He said as he laid a gloved hand on my shoulder.

I chuckled at his feeble attempt to manipulate me before looking up at him with a tiny smile on my face.

"Well to me it looks like my dad just has too much compassion in his heart, Mister". I clarified instead as I take his hand off me, turning to stare and giving him a fake smile with something sinister just hiding behind my teeth.

"It would be best if you don't show your face anywhere near me for now, Great Uncle Jacob". Stating with a kind voice while hiding a threat underneath my words.

"You wouldn't want Bruce connecting you to the Graysons family death after what happened to your first stunt now, would you?" I taunt him from what happened in the early years of Bruce becoming batman and his failure as I get a scowl in return.

'Grumpy Gruncle' They snicker behind his legs, poking the dangling pocket watch.

He huffs and sneer at me before quickly walking away and disappear within the masses of people surrounding the area.

'Shouldn't have done that' They said as they lean on my back as they watch the owl flying away quietly into the night.

"Sorry I had to, he killed me 5 times and 2 of those were just dumb luck, so dumb it just pisses me off". Muttering I stab the ground with the end of my cane and twist the grass under in irritation.

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In the end Dick was put under Bruce's care till he can manage or in the back of Bruce mind finally get the adoption papers ready and officiate everything, really wanted to know which one would win first if I left it alone.

But I guess things just won't go my way this time. Dick was, how do I say this? quite different from who he was before or technically what he'll be in the future, Dick was the most joyful and charasmatic person you'll ever met but this kid?

He's angsty and a bomb ready to blow up with the mere mention of his parents and I understand him, I do and I knew once he became Robin it won't be long till he slowly become the Dick Grayson I knew from my past resets.

No matter, I just have to make sure this one falls right into place, a little editing in the scrip won't cause too much of a problem.

I remembered when he first arrived at the manor I was helping Alfred make dinner for the four of us - Alfred included because I want a proper family and that includes him eating with us even if it's just for dinner-, Bruce was introducing me and Alfred to him went he just stayed quiet and walks off after the older man was told to lead him to his new bedroom, Bruce then was wearing a frustrated look making me snicker as I stir the pot.

"It's not funny kid". He grumbles before taking a seat on one of the stools on the island counter as I watch him think on the side.

"He's just sad Dad give him a break you can't really blame him" Implying on why he stormed off as I scoop up a tiny portion of the soup with the ladel before tasting it.

"I wanted to kill everyone when Ma died" I added as I spot him tensing up at my violent confession but stayed quiet, turns out I finally know the feeling of how spoiled kids get when they're own parents don't reprimand them about their bad behavior.

I wonder how far can I get away

Few more weeks he kept being moody and snappy to Bruce occasionally to Alfred as well making me annoyed at his attitude and slight fear that if I don't act now there won't be a Dick Grayson Robin in this reset.

'A perfect brother will never act like this'

When Bruce had to leave for a sudden mission outside of Gotham either by himself or maybe with another hero who's been nagging him as of late, I took the chance to plan something.

Finding him in one of the manor's gym room as he climbs and do tricks on some of the gymnastics equipment inside.

"Hey! Grayson come down for a bit would you?". I called out to him as he hangs on the still rings.

"If Bruce sent you then forget it, I'm not interested in anything you guys want me to do" He grumbles as he pulls himself up.

"Bruce is gone for a week, I have something else in mind so you better get down from there or else" I jokingly threaten him as I lean on my cane and hiding my other hand behind.

"or else what?" He did a somersault in the air before landing on the thick foam, he's form perfect with minimal errors and then glared at me with his arms crossed.

"Or I'll have someone take down every equipment in this room till you have to swing on those trees on the garden like a monkey". Before smiling at him as I shove a bouquet of consisting of white Lilies and Hyacinths to him.

"Now, let's move it flying kid or you'll miss them". I declare and walking out after as he quickly put on one of his windbreaker jacket over his tank top and followed me.

Leaving the manor with Alfred's permission he kept on asking where we're going on the way but I just stayed quiet till we reach the largest cemetary in Gotham and entered as we arrived infront of the grave of John and Mary Grayson's.

Alot of trinkets were given in tribute to the two acrobats, from Fans to friends and family, I stand there infront of their graves as I sense Dick's anger rising.

"You-! do you think this is funny-?!" He fumes out as he grip the flowers tightly and ready to throw it at me when I cut him off.

"Let me ask you something Richard and I want the honest truth from you". I turn and look at him as I lean on my cane.

"Did you really mourn properly to your parents? stand right here and cried for them since that night?"

"Yes! of course I did!"

"Then why are you still angry? like the world has wronged you?" I reach out hesitantly then gently lay a hand to his head before patting his hair gently like how you'll coo over your angry dog.

"It's because you haven't so that's why I brought you here, I'm not forcing you to move on from your parents nor am I forcing you to become another part of a new family" I move my hand to his shoulder and turn him to face their tombstone.

"Just because your saying goodbye doesn't mean you'll be losing them, for now just take your time and stay here as long as you like and we'll come back to the manor whenever, a good cry never hurt anybody". I patted his back and turn away to head somewhere deeper in the cemetery

"Where are you going?" I hear him yell out but still standing in front of his parents as I answered him back.

"The cinerarium!".

Turning into night I was sitting infront of the many urns on the walls filled by the cremated remains of the people in gotham when he walked in and sit next to me, eyes swollen and nose a little stuffy while his cheeks are slightly red.

"Who....were you visiting?"

Not answering him I just lift my cane and pointed at a brown urn with a framed picture of a woman over it.

"Oh....." He realized and curled a little to himself before sighing and shuffled in discomfort, it's no secret to anyone that my mother was only famous because she had a night with Bruce and had me before dying in a mugging gone wrong.

"You know, when she died that night it felt like my world came crashing down too". I confess as felt his stare burning at the side of my face, I kept talking nonetheless.

"I wanted to hurt everyone and put the blame on the people who failed to save her, I didn't even get to see her face again before they cremated her because I'm just a kid who can't pay for a proper funeral".

"But no matter what I do or what I feel the world won't care and will keep on turning with or without you because that's life" Then turning to maintain an eye contact with him.

"The thing we can only control is what you'll do after, I had to be kidnapped by the Joker to realize that maybe it's better to make sure no kid like me ends up having their parents or love one cremated or killed with no justice, it's to live with your loses and win something else instead".

"I hope you'll use that anger and acrobatic of yours to good use Richard, you're still a kid, 10 even so go and make the most of what's left in your childhood before it's too late, if you don't want to be a part of the family then that's fine, it's ok no one's gonna fault you for that, your parents would've have wanted you to be happy nonetheless".

" We're here for you and have our full support, ok?" I convey to him before standing up and asked him if he's ready to go.

'As a perfect older sibling, it's my duty to look after you right? just a few nice words and kindness can push you to where I need you to be'

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Staring at their face I make out the moon behind their head in a way like a halo does to an Angel as they look at me with a simple smile full of understanding and kindness hidden deep within.

Nodding I reach out but then became a bit hesitant before wrapping my arms around their waist as I laid my head on their chest due to the fact we have a large age difference and height.

"I hope I didn't push anything too far today Richard". YN said as they rub my back with their free hand.

"No it's fine, I'm sorry you had to do this to make me understand". I replied before parting away for a bit to look at them.

"And call me Dick, I- it's a nickname I swear!". I quickly retort back when they snicker at my name.

"Ok ok I know, it's unique don't worry about it kid, now let's go back before Alfred gets more worried". They mumbled the last part before wincing as the both of us quickly head back to the manor.

Arriving and walking pass the opened gates, we were greeted by an angry Bruce Wayne who came back early from his 'business trip' and a frowning butler at the entrance but before he can lecture us, YN pulled them both to the side and let me off the hook.

I take in the sight of Bruce quickly going calm and quiet by the mention of YN softly calling him 'Dad' as they pull him further away but not before turning to wink at me as they motioned me to go up the stairs and hide from the earful of the two adults in this house.

Quickly rushing up I watch as they entered a corridor and leave the main entrance before standing up to walk back to my room to freshen up when something caught my eye.

Turning my head I see on top of the fireplace was two large beautifully framed paintings of the original Wayne Family where Thomas, Martha and a younger Bruce are and the other was a painting of a younger Y/N and Bruce Wayne like one of those old family portrait from the movies or inside the rich people's mansion when we were invited to their parties.

I study the way the painter has captured their face, the emotion in their eyes and that same simple kind smile they showed me back at the cemetery, In the portrait was them hand in hand with Bruce to show their unwavering connection as a Father and child and a strong small hand around the cane on their lap that to me symbolizes their strength and bravery after the tragic accident from the worse villain in Gotham- the Joker, I remember it vividly but the news went nationwide to worldwide at some point.

Like Mona Lisa, a warm smile that seemed too real or even a smile that hides the sadness of their broken heart because of what they went through as a kid like me.

Maybe having an older sibling won't be that bad, it's nice to be looked after, I like it when they give their attention to me and take good care of me, I like them-

I like YN alot.

During my time in the manor it felt like I was in a family again, Bruce Wayne becoming a great father-figure now officially adopted father who turns out to be THE Batman! how cool is that?! adding to that was Alfred who became like a grandfather to me, I never had one before but the thing I mostly look forward to everyday is YN.

It felt so nice to have them around and be anywhere near them, the laugh they do when I make jokes, their smiles and encouraging words when they found out I was becoming Robin to help Batman, I just hope they don't find out the reason I became one anyway.

"That's great! I'm happy you found something else to do but promise me, you'll be safe alright?" YN said their worried words making me feel warm inside before teasing me on my choice of clothing causing me blush.

"Can't you just give him leotards Dad?" YN snicker at Bruce who just rolls his eyes as he watch us over from the Batcomputer.

Everything was going well for me, saving gotham, beating up criminals and the villians in this city and having YN around to make me feel like a real kid when things are rough.

Being a Wayne is hard work too! Bruce was nice enough to let me keep my last name and I get to have it and they still treat me like family! Bruce showed me the ropes and basics of having a rich life and then sent me to school which somewhat sucks BUT YN was there to kick the boredom and everything that's boring about school away, not only that but I now understand why Gotham likes them so much. Gala's with them are so fancy but YN makes it work, they're barely a teenager yet everytime I looked at them surrounded by all the rich and money hungry adults to me it always looks like YN was the adult entertaining little greedy children. Most of the time YN focuses on the needy of Gotham making sure the money they raised in Gala's and Charities are going to the people unlike the one's that invites my parents or the circus just to entertain them and make fake promises and events just to fill up their pockets.

Having the Robin mantle is so awesome too! I get to help Batman fighting the bad guys and villians like a superhero, meeting wonderful people and even be there when Bruce -as Batman of course- made the Justice League, I MET SUPERMAN!!, then there's also Batgirl which Bruce revealed was Barbara Gordon -which was Gordon's kid!- that's hilarious, though it's not funny when she keeps stealing YN's attention, just because they're the same age doesn't mean it weights more than them being my family, my sibling, MINE!

My new life and Family is going pretty well until-

Until that assassin Slade or Deathstroke whatever his stupid name is was sent as a hitman by someone to kill me! Everything went down hill after that, YN was angry at Bruce for letting it happened almost crashing out after finding out who tried to kill me if it weren't for Alfred and Bruce calming them down, Bruce, he was either angry at me or at himself for almost getting me killed, not only that he wants me to stop being Robin!

That's not fair! just because of a little accident doesn't mean I have to stop being a vigilante and lay down the Robin mantle for good!

It was all falling apart until I was saved by YN again as they came up with a plan and get Bruce to change his mind.

"I think you should leave this house for a bit, leave gotham and go somewhere else"

What?

"Maybe it's because Dad doesn't trust you enough to keep on being Robin, maybe you need to just find yourself out there".

Leave? why do I have to leave you?

"Head to Jump city, it's a good place to start from there, I'm sure you'll find friends or even make a group like what Bruce had with Batman in Justice League".

I don't need to go anywhere! I want to stay with you!

"Please Dick, I can't see you falling again you were meant to fly but this thing with you as Robin with Batman is pulling you down," YN said before hugging me.

"I promise I'll keep in touch with you, but for now I'll take care of Bruce and try to talk him out when he returns from that space mission, He can't stop you when you're far away". They then kissed my head before seeing me off to head to Jump City.

And I promise to come back even stronger and become a better Robin to prove I can stay by your side.

Heeding their words and advice I did end up meeting new friends and making a group I could also call family, The Teen Titans while I was in Jump City we spent a lot of time saving the world, becoming a great team, and even closer as a family, it was nice but nothing could beat being a family with YN.

Just like they promised they talked with Bruce making him trust me to keep the Robin mantel, only making me feel even more thankful towards YN but in exchange I had to join another group that was more official and under the guidance of the Justice League for any of their side-kick or apprentices.

It's a bit humiliating to still be in Batman's shadow so I did something about it and became Nightwing, a name that Superman helped me with, a separate hero from Robin and from Batman something I made for myself, I'll do anything to make sure YN efforts were not in vain and make the most of the chance they gave me, it's only fair to show gratitude to your older sibling when they gave you another chance to make up for your loses.

Is it fair though? when I have to share them with another sibling? it doesn't seem fair to me, in fact, why did I have to do all of this just so another kid could swoop in and take my place?

But a good brother must learn how to share, a good brother knows how to be patient and a good brother must be nice towards the younger one even if the younger one is a little stealing piece of shit.

It's fine, it's fine! Everything will go back to the way they were soon, I just have to wait.

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As the night air of Gotham City filled his lungs, a figure quickly jump and ran past many buildings and rooftop with his fast and agile skills to get to the location of his new client.

"This one better pay more than what it's worth for sending me back in this bat-infested hell hole" He muttered as he sneaked into the warehouse and climbed up the catwalk leading to a dimly lit room filled with busted computers and machinery littered with cobwebs and cockroaches.

Reaching towards a desk with an old office chair facing out near a grime and dust-covered window looking out towards to Crime Alley of the city.

"Who is Death?". He rolled his eyes behind the mask when a voice asked as he answer the code to announce his presence.

"The Lamb and The Wolf". Upon saying the correct answer the chair then slowly swiveled to face him revealing a man sitting in the seat with his eyes staring straight towards him that were blank with a tinge of green in the irises, the veins from his face down to his neck and wrist were glowing in a bright hue of green.

He tensed up but moved forward to look closely at his supposed client when something or someone moved behind him, quickly turning he pulled out his gun to shoot and missed just to hit the only lit light in the room since they were too fast before something touched his forehead.

Feeling his whole body suddenly drop on the metal ground as his arms and legs become paralyzed and heavy, he can only use his eyes to look around trying to catch the face of the perpetrator but fails due to the shattered bulb and the weak moonlight coming through the skylight of the warehouse.

"It's nice to meet you again Mr. Deathstroke" He could hear their voice regarding him by his alias but couldn't pinpoint their direction due to the pounding of his head and the hazy effect running throughout his body.

"Can I call you Slade? Or maybe for proper manners I should cal you as Mr. Wilson instead?". They asked as they revealed his real last name.

Wilson's eyes slightly widen from their knowledge of his identity but quickly hides his surprise to prevent them from ever getting the upper hand, he meticulously makes sure no one can dig anything important about his personal life, who is this person to know his last name.

"I really just wanna guess what you might be thinking but just for funsies how about I do this instead?-" As they talk the sound of something thudding along with footsteps rumble on the metal floor before they show their face to him.

Slade Joseph Wilson, a man whose name makes the powerful people in the underground tremble in fear for their lives should they ever be the one at the end of his gun or sword, the man who will be the fastest and deadliest assassin in the world, who will take down many heroes and gods alike by his own, superhuman abilities, skills, power, and sheer will.

Felt more fear than he ever did from his years in this cruel and unmerciful world, his heart kept pumping like he just run for more than a few miles, he's instincts and guts screamed at him to run and flee like his life was -for the first time- truly in danger.

That person was not a nobody or even one of those rich, snobby, and pot-bellied men or overconfident and lustful women that usually hire him, no they were none of that.

He knew them, even before he took that job to kill Robin, how could he not? It was a massive secret among the underground who YN Wayne was, every normal rich person knew they were only a child born from a one-night stand Bruce had with some woman but only the real people working for the Big man and the real deal knew who they were.

YN Wayne was not just the ordinary child of Bruce Wayne that was born out of an accident and the Beloved Child of Gotham, No they were also the precious grandchild of the only daughter of the Big Man himself who went missing years ago until her untimely death he was so feared and no one even knew who this Big Man is, He was never afraid of the guy but still choose to stir away just in case.

He fears no man and everyone fears him but this foreign feeling consumes his head as he watches the young Wayne kneel down and give him a wicked smile as they tap their cane on his mask to take it off.

"Would you look at all those thoughts running into your little murderous brain". They speak out of fascination and interest disregarding the man lying below as he continues to hyperventilate from their intrusion into his brain.

Reaching out to touch his head again, the veins in their hand glow the same as the ones from the unmoving man on the chair once they come near his skin, As soon as their fingers and his skin touch a wave of pain and shock zapped throughout his body making him scream.

An Excruciating pain where he feels his body getting ripped apart from his joints, flesh, and even his skin then to be put back together.

"Stay still I just need something from you" Their smile widens, and the faint glow of green brightens more as they dig deeper into his head as the pain grows and screams slowly fill the abandoned warehouse.

After some time Slade woke up from his forced sleep completely delirious as he remembered the moments that happened awhile ago.

"Looks like the Deathstroke finally woke up from his killer sleep". He heard YN's voice and he turned to see them sitting on the desk as he found himself on the chair.

Slade quickly moves on his feet as he finds the adrenaline and anger deep inside his body when he feels their hold on him no more, He slams them on the table with a hand on their throat before grabbing his military knife that was miraculously still in his belt before aiming it at their throat.

As he tries to stab the weapon in their flesh, his hands shake and tremble from a sudden strong force stopping him making him frustrated and glare at the child.

"Stop resisting and enough with your meta-powers kid, this ends with you dead and a payment for trying to -might I add- put the fear of god on me". Slade growled and tried to choke the barely teenager kid but they just smiled as his hand around their throat loosened by what he felt was his will.

"I said quit with the-" He growled out in frustration but the kid just let out a laugh as they watch him struggle.

"Powers? What powers Mr. Wilson? none of it is working right now you're a smart man you should have caught on by now that I'm only using it when my eyes glows". They explained as they stay lay limped on the table while watching the knife on directly above their eye shake in his hands.

Slade took note of it and studied their eyes that was back to their normal color and notice that their hands were on the side not even touching him, Trying again he reeled his arm back and drove down but his hand keep stopping by just an inch near the Wayne's eye.

"I'm not the one controlling you Mr. Wilson" They mock him as Slade backs away and look at his hands in horror.

"What have you done to me?!". He shouts as the knife clatters on the floor as he sends a murderous look at the child, YN just shrugs as they sit up on the desk and lazily look at Slade still holding a small smile.

"Nothing much just did a little tweak in your brain". They smiled before grabbing their cane and jumping off the desk to walk around the defeated Slade who fell on his knees.

"I knew talking to you without me getting killed would never be a possibility so- I took your will to kill or hurt me instead- Technically now it's you who's stopping yourself". They revealed before stopping in front of Slade as they looked down at him, their eyes revealing the small glow under the shadows of the room.

"You see there's something in this world that you just don't understand yet Mr. Wilson but you don't get the privilege to know that just yet-" The young one kneeled down as they peered through his soul revealing everything that Slade hides behind his eyes and mind.

"What I want you to know though is that You don't belong in my script, you weren't supposed to be a part of this but you just made a mistake and squeezed yourself in any way". They sneered at him before gripping his jaw with their small hands in a surprisingly very tight grip that almost broke his bones, Slade groaned in pain as he tried to talk while his jaw was starting to lock.

"What fucking scrip are you talking about you psychotic shit-"

"Shut up you don't get to talk, by the way that little shit you pulled to Robin? you don't get away with that, Batman might let you but I won't" Their grip tightened even more and Slade could feel his teeth and gums as well as his jaw crack from their inhumane strength a far cry from what fragile, gentle persona, and form they present to the world.

"That little Robin belongs to Me and I get a say on whether or not I don't want him anymore, I won't let you destroy my plans and my perfect family just because you're dumb enough to get played by the Joker to kill my perfect little brother". YN divulged the truth as Slade's eyes widened from the confession and the dots that connected in his head.

"Don't even think about using the truth or bother remembering this because I won't let you ruin my game". They said reading his thoughts before delivering a harsh smack with their cane to his cheek that was strong enough to send him back to the ground.

"I already got what information I wanted from you so I'll let you go until I need something from you again". They then smiled before touching Slade's head one more time and scrambling more into his brain.

"You won't get to remember this but somewhere or some time you will when I want to and when that happens make sure you follow what's written down for you, I don't like Improvs". As Slade roars in pain and anger his body fails to follow his orders to fight back the room around him shakes and distorts in and out of reality as a silhouette of a person with glowing eyes consumes his vision and reaches out their fingers to crawl deep into his brain forcing the memories of his mind to be blocked deep inside.

"You'll pay for this!! I'll find out everything and once I do I'll rip off your little brain with my bare hands!!" He declares as his eyes roll back slowly losing to the darkness only remembering those haunting eyes staring into his soul.

"We will meet again Wilson, if Death and the Fates permit it".

His world fades as the laughing and the sound of steps walking away from him fade.

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HEY! What's up sorry for the long wait I added more stuff from my original version just for you guys! and more YN lore!

Anyway sorry for the weird narrative and mixing of TT (2003) and YJ in one universe I know they don't exist at the same time but TT has a special place in my heart besides this is just for the plot I won't be dwelling too much around them other than possible one shot if it comes to it.

So the versions here should be a mix from:

Prime Earth, Some of Post and Pre-Crisis, Teen Titan, and YJ but this doesn't have to be cannon cannon, So many things could still change.

Bruce has two feral children in his hands now and a few more coming in oh boy.

I added two new villains for now and some will keep coming in the next update Hope you guys liked this

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Jazzprowl - The Deer Prince AU

“And on the wedding day you and I shall switch places. The prince shall be none the wiser that his love had been cursed to be a deer”

The deer princess (Or in this case Deer Prince) is a not too well known danish fairytale so I really hope y'all are not too disappointed that I didn't use any of the world famous fairytales instead but none of the all time classics ever felt "right" for this ship, does that make sense?

Anyways, I should probably start talking about this AU and the fairytale it's based on, rather then apologise for 5 pages straight.

The fairytale of the deer princess begins with a young princess who is deeply in love with her childhood best friend, a prince from a distant land. And so it came that the two of them were promised to eachother.

Unfortunately the princess had been cursed by a jealous witch to turn into a deer if she ever were to get married.

But the princess was not alone. One day a peasant girl of around her age came to the princess' court to become her servant and after a test to see if the peasant girl was an honest and righteous person, she got the job and spent every waking day and moment since at the princess' side and the two of them grew up together not only as mistress and servant but as best friends. As the girls grew up together, the two began to look nearly identitical to each other.

On the eve before her wedding to the prince the, the princess told the peasant girl about her curse and how she'd be doomed to turn into a deer. The peasant girl begged her best friend, asking if there is any way to prevent this fate but there was none. The princess was mostly sad about leaving her beloved prince all alone once the curse takes effect. That's when she turns to her best friend and asks her to please take her place: "We look so much alike, you are my perfect mirror image. Please marry the prince in my place once the curse takes effect."

And so they do. On the wedding day the princess turns indeed into a deer and runs off into the forest but not before telling her best friend that on the night of Christmas she will be allowed to turn into a human for a few hours, so the two of them shall meet then.

The peasant girl gets married to the prince and he is none the wiser of the bride-switch that had happened. For the next few years on Christmas he peasant girl meets her best friend in the forest to spend a few hours with her in her human form. One day however, the prince grows suspicious of his wife's yearly disappearance on Christmas and follows her into the forest where he sees a deer turn into the princess. He stays hidden als listens to the girls' conversation where the princess tells her friend: "the only way to break the curse is for a king's son of noble heart to attack me. My beloved, the prince, would have been the perfect candidate but I do not wish to burden him with the knowledge that for the past few years he had been married to the wrong woman."

That's when the Prince jumps out from his hiding place and slashes the princess with his sword right as she had turned back into a deer and had tried to run back into the forest. The curse gets broken, the prince and princess get reunited and the peasant girl gets to keep on living in the palace by their side. Happy end.

THE AU

Now with the story told, for this AU of course Jazz would be the prince and Prowl would be the deer princess.

But who is the peasant girl? Well that honour i hand to Bluestreak. Why? Because him and Prowl (especially in G1) look so similar I LEGIT cannot tell them apart. I know it's a sin amongst TF fans, that is my cross to bare.

I however have no clue yet who would be the evil witch in my AU. I am leaning towards Sentinel because he WOULD be petty enough to do that but he has no direct beef with Prowl as far as I can tell. My next best idea would have been Lockdown but then again he does not feel vindicative enough to me to just... curse some random prince to not be able to marry. So if anyone else has any idea on who could take over as the evil witch let me know please.

Something I do wish to change from the original fairy tale however would be: The prince's evolvement. The prince as you can probably tell is almost a background character up until the moment he breaks the curse at the end. And the fact he apperently cannot tell the difference between the princess he has loved since CHILDHOOD and the princess' best friend AT ALL.

So I would have Prince Jazz feel conflicted or like he is going insane after the wedding because the mech that stood at the altar with him looked and sounded exactly like his dear Prowl but... he wasn't Prowl. The mannerisms seemed off, his personality seemed off, everything just seemed off but he could! not! prove! that it is not Prowl. And it was slowly but surely driving him to the edge.

Until he followed him into the woods one day and saw a mech deer (like the ones in TFone) turn into Prowl. The REAL Prowl.

I also think instead of STABBING to break the curse, it should be changed to a good old fashioned hug or kiss or maybe just Prowl having to shout out the deer's true name.

But I mean these posts are just elaborate "Fanfic Prompts" and "Fanfic Ideas" that anyone who wants to can use, so if you feel inspired to write your own version of this AU and you wish to keep the stabbing, go for it. I am not your boss.

As always: If you have thoughts or ideas for this AU let me know. Or heck you can post your own version (and if you do please tag me in it, I would love to see more Transformers Fairy Tale AUs)

Also feel free to send me asks or suggestions for more TF Fairytale AUs (either for a ship you’d love to see one off or a fairytale you wish to see with transformers characters)