#anyways I have to get ready to go back in but please please please be nice to HCW this time of year particularly in pediatrics

[odd-lil-duck]

A story!

Gumdrop was sitting in class, bored out of her mind. She was too smart for the regular classes but not smart enough for any of the advanced classes. She could keep up with her school work easily enough. Math was the subject she excelled at, though she could spend hours in her literature class. It was the first class of the day and by the time school was over with, she couldn't wait to go home.

x

"Yoooo!"

A voice was coming up behind Gumdrop. She turns around to find Citty Kat running up to her. Citty Kat was always beaming and ran around like sunshine was trailing behind. Today seemed no different. They ran up to Gumdrop out of breath. "Hey! Wait! Wait up!" Gripping their sides as if they had nothing else to hold.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah no totally!" They finally straightened out. "I just needed to tell you something!"

Something? Gumdrop and Citty Kat haven't known each other long, but Gumdrop could not help but be cautious anyway.

"Are you doing anything after school?" They asked.

"No...?" How important was this if they had to wait till after school to tell her?

"Good! Let's find Andre! We need to bring him with us too!"

Andre?

What does Andre have to do with anything?

x

They both found him outside the boy's bathroom. His last class of the day was P.E. so he just finished changing back to his shorts and long sleeve shirt.

"Yoooo!" Citty Kat was waving their arm around crazily to catch his attention. Gumdrop let her attention drift to the falling leaves.

"Is everything okay?" Worry spread across his face rapidly. His arms drift back to their normal place crossed over his chest

"C'mon let's go!" Citty Kat pulls him by the arm and begins running off, leaving Gumdrop to follow behind. She sighed and trudged along.

x

Citty Kat n Andre stop in front of the doors of some fast food restaurant. Through the windows it's busier than usual. Gumdrop catches up to them and stops in front of the doors. Citty Kat turns to them and speaks.

"Alright! Are you guys ready?" The two turn to each other in confusion.

"Ready for what?" Gumdrop knows they mean no harm - that's why she followed them - however what little she knows about them is that they are a very spontaneous, almost chaotic force. They do as they please and follow the wind in its spirit.

Citty Kat points to the sign on the window. "They have Buy 1 Get 1 Free burgers right now! We have to get some! Mandatory!"

"Wh- that's it?" Andre couldn't help but be more suspicious.

"The food here is sooo good! I've been saving up for a while and then I see the sign today!"

Gumdrop couldn't be any more underwhelmed. She turns to leave.

"No wait don't go!" Citty Kat cried out. "Just trust me on this, you won't regret it!"

Gumdrop sighed. She turned back to the doors. A wide small spread across Citty Kat's face.

"Alright let's go!" They all march in one after the other.

x

The line is longer than usual, giving the kids a few minutes to talk.

"Okay!" exclaimed Citty Kat. "Anyone have any food allergies? Any food icks? Anything?"

"N-no. Nothing like that." Andre shook his head. Gumdrop wordlessly shook hers.

"Okay! Stay right there!" Citty Kat goes ahead to the line, leaving the two alone.

Neither of them say anything for a few minutes, the silence growing almost unbearable. Andre shifts uneasily on his feet. Gumdrop keeps her arms crossed, waiting.

"So," Andre breaks the silence between them. "I noticed you keep sitting at the same spot at lunch alone."

"And I noticed you keep sitting at my spot at lunch," Gumdrop responds. Andre begins to fidget with the hem of his shirt.

"It's the only place, uh, away from everyone else, Idk I just needed to get away from everyone," his voice dropping to a whisper, "If you want me to leave then I can, uh, I can stop sitting there."

She turns to look at him. His head has dropped down, eyes turned to the floor. His hands are still on the hem of his shirt. His sneakers are pointed inward. The hat covering his head of hair starts to sag a bit.

Gumdrop sat on this for a moment. She has discovered her god was a false god, but she was still a student of his teachings. Her mind led her in one way, but her instincts.....

Sighing, she speaks her mind.

"I don't mind."

Andre perks up.

"you- you mean it?"

He looked like someone just gave him a puppy, thought Gumdrop.

"I just, I need my space. I need a moment to myself."

"Of- of course." Andre couldn't help but feel more than grateful.

"So-"

"Okayyyy!! I have the food!!" The smell was wafting through the air as it grew closer to the two. "Alright! Let's go find a table!"

x

"Go on! Give it a try!" Citty Kat smiles with expectation and excitement. They had placed the two burgers in front of the other two. Gumdrop couldn't help but feel uneasy at the sight of so much grease. She looked up to see Andre take a bite. His eyes were showing no more regrets in life, as if he had found the reason for living.

Citty Kat had looked at Gumdrop.

"Did you wanna try it?"

Gumdrop glances back to the burger. She picks it up in as much of a dignified manner as one can have while eating a burger. Finding the perfect bite, the texture floods in first. The flavor then seeps through the grease and various juices. The synergy creates a medley of different emotions and experiences all at once.

"Good, right?" Gumdrop snaps back to reality. Andre is most halfway done with his. Citty Kat is sitting there with an expectant smile on their face. "You liked it, right?"

Gumdrop chews a bit more thoughtfully, savoring every last sensation this burger intended to bring.

"Hm... This..." She couldn't help but ponder, trying to think of the best way to describe it. "This might be the best burger I've ever had."

Citty Kat's smile somehow grew even wider. They chew off the end of a fry in satisfaction.

"Wait but, where's your burger?" Andre began. "Why are you only eating the fries?"

"Oh, I don't like burgers." Replied Citty Kat. "I only really eat the fries and nuggets." They continued to munch on some more fries.

Gumdrop glances at Andre and then turns her attention back to Citty Kat. "So if you weren't going to eat the burgers from the burger place, why bring us? What is the point of anything?"

Citty Kat shrugged their shoulders. "Well, because it's fun! You guys try new things with me and I get to eat my favorite food! Win win!" Citty Kat grinned.

A look of confusion spreads across Andre's face followed by realization. Gumdrop let's out a sigh. They continue to eat in peace, Citty Kat rambling on about their day, Andre chiming in with facts about Pokemon, and Gumdrop sitting idly, listening to her two new friends while eating her new favorite burger.

how would one of your OCs react to a HUGE burger and delicious seasoned french fries?

[melanchoire]

hi! can i request a top student karina who helps y/n to get a good grades and became obsessed with her (friendly rivalry plot 🤩). y/n realized she couldn't survive school without her and starts doing what karina wants (to please her 💗), that eventually lead to her bedroom.. can you also add up that the y/n loves boobs like yk she would beg karina to let her suck her and please also add that karina is into face sitting mwehehe.

this seems a lot sorry... THANK YOU ANYWAY!!

i missed writing for rina so much 💔 anyway i still have a couple of aespa stuff in my drafts (aeri stans get ready 🎇🎉🎊)

cw: cunnilingus, face–sitting, thigh riding, titsucking.

karina being a senior at your school who becomes your tutor due to your less than ideal grades 💔 having to meet her every school day at the library starts to make you realize that slacking off in class and taking lazy and messy notes for the sake of joking around and talking with your friends was a very bad idea

you knew something about her, not too much, but you had seen her a couple of times in the school hallways or among the crowds of people at school events. you thought she would be a bit stuck up like some of the other girls in her class given the looks they tend to give younger students, but she wasn’t completely giving off that vibe, and you could tell when she looked up from her phone upon entering the library and dropped the straw of her milkshake from between her lips. “oh hey! you made it. i thought you weren’t coming.” and she approaches you smiling, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek and maintaining a charismatic and friendly attitude

“it’s good to see you here. your teacher told me about your low grades and asked me to help you study and prepare for the upcoming exams so you can pass her subject. i hope you’re okay with that." but you can’t pay much attention to her words because your eyes are on her because she is so much more beautiful up close 😵‍💫 this was definitely the motivation you needed to finally pay attention to your studies

her sharp and pronounced features, the way her silky hair waves gracefully when she walks and a small breeze hits her face, how her uniform accentuates her body, the slight movement of her hips and her confidence when she walks makes you stare at her like an idiot every time you see her. karina even greets you when she sees you in the hallways, no matter if you are with your friends or she is with her group, when she passes by you, she gives you a small nod and a smile, but if she sees you from afar, it’s a wink and a wave of her hand 🫠 you don’t know how she would react if she knew that sometimes you wander around the school on purpose just to find her or memorizing the route she takes to her classroom or during break time

but karina is just as obsessed as you are! of course she notices the look that your eyes have when you see her, but she always maintains a relaxed attitude, holding back a smirk as she sees how you think you’re being subtle with your gaze when it’s traveling all over her body…

and thanks to karina’s help you manage to go from being the lazy student who is always talking in class to the student who participates in class and does all their homework so they can use the extra class time to complete some other assignment in another subject or study for the exams they got

little by little, the study dates begin to become more… intimate. karina always used to sit next to you while she explained the exercises, placing the notebook between the two of you and looking at you every time she explained a new concept to make sure you were following her lead and understood what he was talking about. now, she was more… closer. continuing to sit next to you but much closer to you, her chest practically at your side and always remembering to make sure to press her breasts against your shoulder, enjoying when you turn your face to the side to look at her as she explains, getting nervous about having her face so close to yours and noticing how your gaze falls directly to her lips

a hand resting on your knee as she explains the formulas and different ways to solve an equation, climbing dangerously up your thigh until it reaches under your skirt. “now we will do a little practice. i’ve already written the results of the equations. you just have to do the math, and if you get the same result as me, it means it’s correct.” as if she wasn’t currently caressing your clit through your panties with her fingertips 🥰 “if you do this well, we can stop studying here and do something more… fun.” and you’ve never been so motivated to do a task before!

karina pushing your panties aside so her fingers could caress your folds… you were thankful that there was no one in the library at this hour, because otherwise, you wouldn’t be having this! or that’s what you think, because if it were up to karina, she would fuck you on the table even with the library full of people 😊

and when you finally finish completing the exercises, you think that she will give you what you want so much, but no! she focuses on correcting the exercises you solved, taking all her time and taking extra time to provoke you ☹️

but a promise is a promise, so karina drags you to her bedroom!

although karina won’t give it to you easily 😣 making you kneel in front of her and beg her to touch you, but not before confessing how much you want to fuck her for a long time and tell her all the twisted ideas that are in that silly little head of yours :( karina enjoys being mean because it’s very easy to break you and make you act like a dumb

making you sit on her lap and ride her thigh while she lets you play with her tits 😵‍💫 pushing your face into her chest with a grip on your hair, grinning as you watch as the more you suck on her tits the more desperate your hips move against her thigh

“so that was it... do you always put effort into your studies when it comes to me because you want to fuck me, (y/n)? all you do is think about me playing with this body when you study?”

“riding my thigh like a dog humping a leg… you're pathetic, (y/n).”

letting karina ride your face because it’s your way of thanking her for helping you improve your grades and be a better student 🫶🏻 she loves to see your vulnerable expression and your eyes looking at her from between her thighs, enjoying it more when you whine against her pussy as she pushes her hips harder against your face just to tease you 🥴 and she is so sweet that she also allows you to touch yourself while you devour her, letting you sneak a hand under your skirt and play with your throbbing clit while she uses you for her own pleasure

[caelivir]

for your event, can you add fwb!atsumu and sweet boy by malcolm todd to the aux please !!

thank uuuuuu

now playing: sweet boy by malcom todd

first tsumu req of the event hehe. this song was lowk hard to figure out i cannot lie ‘cause it’s lowk angsty but i took one of the verses and tried to weave something cute from it. i hope u enjoy 🤗.

content. miya atsumu x fem!reader, fwb (he’s lowk in love tho), hint of jealousy, insecurity, communication, little suggestive | wc. 880+

three whole days.

miya atsumu has had this gut feeling that something’s wrong for three days, and it has to do with you. you’re not missing or anything terrifying like that. you posted a selfie on your instagram story just a day ago.

you guys can go without contact for a few weeks at a time, but this silent is different. it nags at him like spidey-senses telling him something’s not the way it should be.

that’s why he’s here, outside your apartment, even though his flight landed just two hours ago. he forced his manager to take care of his luggage and got the first taxi he could find to take him straight to you.

when you swing open your door, you blink, staring at him perplexed before you nearly shut it in his face. atsumu is barely able to wedge his foot before it completely shuts.

“oh come on.” atsumu huffs as he overpowers the strength you’re putting into trying to shut the door. he allows himself into your home when you give up.

you scowl, an expression he loves seeing you make when it’s not directed at him. “what are you doing here?”

“what? can’t see my favorite girl, now?” atsumu winks, trying to play things off as if his nerves are knotting into a tight coil in his gut. it results from a scoff out of your mouth as you shut the door.

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “sure, miya.”

that makes him stop dead in his tracks. atsumu whips his head towards you. the surprise is etched across his face, expressed through his raised eyebrows and dropped jaw. “miya?”

sure, atsumu’s annoyed you before, and to that you’ve called him a jerk. a dickhead, but not once has he ever been called miya. he doesn’t give a shit if others call him that. however, it’s different when it comes to you. a lot of things are. being called miya by you is wrong, illegal. it goes against every law of nature. atsumu can be anything to you, anything but miya.

he must’ve fucked up. severely.

he stalks closer, which in turn forces you to take steps back. this shuffle continues until your back presses into the back of the door. his face is dangerously close to yours, and he can tell it makes you nervous. it’s not obvious, but he sees it. your eyes waver every so slightly.

“back up.”

“not until ya tell me what i did.”

“who says you did anything?” you narrow your eyes, challenging him. always so stubborn.

“‘cause yer callin’ me miya. ya never call me that.” atsumu shoots back. that shuts you straight down. your eyes wander, looking at anything but him. “tell me what’s wrong.”

you scrunch your nose, feeling guilty. “sorry, tsumu. it’s- it’s stupid.” you mutter.

atsumu hates how dejected you look. he hates the frown on your pretty features. he hooks his index finger under your chin, forcing you to bring your eye up to his face. “hey. nothin’ ya say to me is stupid.”

“it’ll fuck everything up.” you whisper, genuine fear coating your voice.

“tell me anyway.” he assures you, lightly stroking your chin with his thumb. the silence overtakes. he waits, waits until you’re ready.

“i saw the pictures.” you admit quietly. “and the article.”

the ones from paris, atsumu realizes. so that’s what this is about. he gets it now.

“i just-” you pause, pursing your lips, weighing your next words. “i know we’re not together. we’re not anything really. i know. but i- seeing those pictures, reading that article… i hated it.

“but again, what right do i have? i mean you’ve got everything ahead of you, y’know? we don’t even see each other often. you’re all over the world. you’re bound to get all this attention, especially from girls that look like her. you deserve that. so i- i was just thinking that maybe-”

“no.” atsumu shuts that idea down before you can even get it out. he knows. he knows what you’re trying to do, and he won’t have it. he won’t even dare to entertain it.

“just listen to me.”

“not gonna.” he reaffirms with a hint of tease.

“(y/n), i don’t care about ‘em. i don’t care which model tries to throw herself at my feet. i like what we have. i’m not throwin’ that away for anyone. it’s you. it’ll only be you, ‘kay?”

however, you still don’t look convinced. he sees it in the way your frown dips slightly deeper. atsumu doesn’t like when people doubt him, but doubt is fuel. it tells him that there’s more he can do. that means there’s more he can do for you.

atsumu brings his face closer to yours, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek, another one to the tip of your nose, one on your jaw, before crawling up to peck the corner of your lips. he drops his hand from your face, navigating them to your waist where he slips them under your baggy shirt to feel the heat of your skin.

atsumu presses his forehead to yours, his lips hovering over yours. “i can prove it to ya. let me prove it to ya. let me show how much ya mean to me.”

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Srry but I love thar you're doing auston writings so could you do a quickie before morning practice?

YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND, OKAY!? LIKE, GORGEOUS! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

C|W : 18+ obviously, the rest is pretty vanilla; nothing worthy of a "warning". Just don't read it while operating heavy machinery!

W|C : 1.6k

It was some time past nine when you finally started to stir. Auston had been up since well before you, and the sounds of him in the shower had been what had awoken you. There he was, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist as he passed through the bedroom towards the closet. You couldn't help but stare, and he didn't seem to notice that you were awake anyways, so where was the harm? The curves of his back, the tattoo on his spine, the way that towel was clinging to his ass -- you were hoping it would start to slip.

Just then, as if he had heard your silent pleas, Auston looked over his shoulder at you. "Good morning, baby," he smirked, seeing you looking at him like you were. He knew that look. "I wondered if you were going to join me."

"Easier to admire the view from here." You propped yourself up amongst the numerous pillows as he made his way over to you. There he stood, chest dotted with water droplets falling from his hair, but you didn't mind because the kiss had your eyes rolling closed.

"I'll let you get your sleep," he mumbled, lips just far enough away from yours to speak.

The sun was filtering in through the still-drawn curtains, but in a way where everything felt hazy, dreamlike. The weighted duvet you were under was warm; Auston's t-shirt you were wearing was already pulled up past your waist.

You couldn't lie that you were still tired, but it was his fault you were awake -- he owed you. "Come back to bed."

That grin was dangerous, and your body reacted accordingly to the desire it masked. "I've got to get to practice, babe. If you're still there when I get home," he trailed off.

"I'm not going to wait that long. C'mon, honey. Just real quick."

"You're never quick," he laughed, lying to himself that he wasn't fighting the urge to bend you over the bed. "Later okay?"

Pouting, you wouldn't let your eyes leave his face. You knew how you could make him stay for just a little while longer, and you wouldn't have to tell a white lie to do it. "I'd rather you get me off than me having to do it myself, Auston."

There it was. The way his amber-coloured eyes narrowed at you. He knew what you were doing and it was working.

"Baby-- I've gotta go."

"Just blame being late on the traffic. Please?"

For a second you thought he really was going to be strong enough to resist you, but when he sighed, you knew you had won.

"That 'please'," he whispered, "It's unfair. You're going to get me in so much trouble."

When the towel finally hit the floor, you could tell he was already half erect as he slipped beneath the blanket to settle in between you legs. The anticipation of any part of him touching your skin had your heart beating out of control.

"They won't know," you replied, catching his gaze. His right hand found your inner thigh, gently forcing it wider apart. There was so much pressure between your legs, just waiting to be released, and you'd get the ability soon enough. Auston was going to hold you to your word of "real quick". His fingers found your wet pussy, causing your back to arch against the pleasure of his touch. The first moan had him smiling -- likely something he'd hear in his head the rest of the day.

"Ah, good girl," he hushed, leaning over you while he pressed his head against your dripping lips. You were spread wide and ready for him to plunge deep into you -- the wait was unbearable. With each teasing poke, you wondered if he had second thoughts about getting to practice.

"Auston!" You begged, feeling him softly probe your outer folds.

He just laughed softly, back in control like he liked it. "I love it when you beg for me."

No sooner was he done with his sentence, did he fully enter you, forcing you to take every last inch he had to offer you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades with each slow, deliberate thrust he was so kind to treat you with. The sound of his moans sounded so good in your head, and you loved knowing it was you who had him sounding like that. He'd nearly pull out just to fuck you just a little harder than the time before, trying to hard not to slip out.

"Fuck, babe--." he said breathlessly. "You feel so good."

However, you couldn't speak. You were lost in the fact that every time he pumped deeper into you, he was leaning forward and grazing your clit just enough to make you dig your nails deeper into his skin. Eventually, his pace quickened, as you found it hard to catch your breath against the constant panting. He wasn't messing around and had completely pushed the fact that he needed to go out of his mind. You were too nice to just use and walk away from. You were a treat to be enjoyed, and enjoy he was.

"You're taking me so well~ Just like that, baby."

Your eyes were rolling back in your head, the bed creaking against his cadence. He'd have your hands pinned above your head before he was through. You felt so small beneath him; so tight as he continued to stretch you wider. What time was it? Was he late? Did any of that matter? No.

Just when he thought you couldn't possibly get any wetter, he had to catch himself after you wrapped your legs around him, getting a new angle to go deeper.

"Ah, fuck--," he moaned, as you matched his. God, he knew just what he was doing to send you into a dizzy spell. "Keep going, good girl."

Did he know you were close? Had your rapid whimpers signaled that you were going to be reduced to a puddle if he kept talking to you like he was? He knew your body just as good as you did, if not a little better with how he could tease you enough to keep you going till he was ready to let you come. Any time you had tried to edge yourself, you gave in and finished after the second attempt. It was too easy to give in to yourself, but Auston was something completely different.

He wouldn't keep you wanting for long. His right hand continued to hold both wrists in place, while his left trailed down your face, tipping your chin for a kiss before wrapping his fingers around your throat. He was so strong, yet gentle when and where it mattered.

"Just a little more, baby. Not until I say so."

You were hanging on to him with dear life, but fuck if it didn't feel so amazing. His fingers squeezed slightly, heightening the pleasure you were receiving. You met him with each fleeting thrust, wishing somehow he could give you even more. He had already hit every secret spot you had, but you were being selfish.

"That's it-- wait for me."

Auston knew you were struggling, but he also knew if you waited you'd be happy with your reward. The mattress bounced beneath the two of you, Auston fucking you rapidly at the end until he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Say it."

"Come in me, Papi. Please!"

The desperation in your voice was the release he needed and together, the two of you collapsed into a fit of staggered breathing and clouded, incomplete thoughts. His full weight on top of you made you fell so safe, so protected and at peace. Slowly, you'd unfold your legs, feet now flat against the mattress although he was still fully inside of you, as per your request. You could feel the raised marks your nails had caused over his shoulder blades. He'd have to be careful in the dressing room with those fresh marks on his skin, or else everyone would know why he had been late.

"You're amazing," he whispered, mouth right next to your ear while he laid there. "I'm glad you talked me into this."

His comment made you laugh, running your fingertips along his back as a soft thank you. "I'm happy you stayed."

Nuzzling against your neck, Auston slipped a hand beneath your shirt and carefully played with your nipple, knowing you'd be borderline overstimulated. You'd bite your lip to stifle the gasp he had caused.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said with a kiss. "I like to play with you."

He'd lift himself up slightly, your body instinctively clenching around his cock at the feeling. "I'll go slow, okay?"

Taking his face in your hands, you'd give him a nod -- still nibbling on your lip. Feeling him finally slip out of you left you aching.

"I've gotta get cleaned up and go, baby," he confessed, wishing he could just spend the day in bed with you. "Wanna join me?"

"No, you go on ahead. You're already late."

"Are you sure?" He half-whined, hoping you'd change your mind.

"Yeah, we both know what's going to happen if I take a shower with you. I need to lay here for a little bit anyways." You smiled as he got back on his feet, reaching for the towel he had discarded beside the bed. He felt guilty leaving you there like you were, dripping wet with his cum and yours, but you had had a point. "Can I get you anything before I go?"

You'd just shake your head, watching him walk around the foot of the bed. Those marks on his back were so red.

"I'm sorry about your back."

He laughed, feeling the heat coming off of them, "Hard to blame those on the traffic."

[jsabimi]

.𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 . . . still trying.

. . . synopsis: when an aspiring painter - who knows how to love deeply, but has been left hesitant to trust again - gets to lead a pastries-and-painting night at your best friend's café every friday night, meets you - a fiercely independent lawyer's assistant who has no interest in romance - he knows he's ready to give love another try. you, however, have seen love fall apart one too many times and are determined to keep your heart out of his reach.

what you didn't expect was his quiet patience, the way he sees past your walls without ever pushing. you can't tell if this would be another love story that ends in heartbreak or if it could be the real deal for you.

. . . author's note: omg we finally got to meet Hyunjin's friends and get to know hyun a little more! do you guys get the double entendre for their group chat name?? I feel proud of it lol. Anyway! please reblog and comment to let me know what you think! I already had to remove someone on the tag list for not doing either, so like I said, I have no problem removing you if you don't and can see who does and doesn't. so please just give me a little something back (it's super easy and helpful) as I am going out of my way to tag you and ensure I have everyone on the taglist. thanks! xoxo

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[rizzoreads88]

✨Elain Is Smart, Brave & Has no problem getting her hands dirty for those she loves✨

People act Like Elain is useless,weak dumb ect and I’m going to debunk this from canon.

Acotar- Yes we know everyone will bring up how Elain didn’t plant vegetables blahhhh. Nesta & Elain both didn’t help Feyre as much as they should have BUT it is not on them to provide. I don’t blame any of the sisters for not being the parent the father should have been. Also please remember when SJM wrote the first book she hadn’t planned on doing spin offs w the sisters yet so both are made to basically be like the Cinderella step sisters. Even though Elain doesn’t help Feyre as much as she should have we see she does but Feyre paint, she deeply cares for her family, Feyre talks about how Elain is strong too. How through everything Elain still had hope.

“I gazed again at that sad, dark house—the place that had been a prison. Elain had said she missed it, and I wondered what she saw when she looked at the cottage. If she beheld not a prison but a shelter—a shelter from a world that had possessed so little good, but she tried to find it anyway, even if it had seemed foolish and useless to me. She had looked at that cottage with hope; I had looked at it with nothing but hatred. And I knew which one of us had been stronger.”

Acomaf-

When Feyre goes to the human lands to ask Nesta & Elain to help them be a liaison between the IC & the human queens Nesta doesnt want to help. They are both scared of fae and Nesta doesn’t even want them in the house. But it is Elain who offers to help Feyre and the Fae. It is Elain who comes up a plan how to help them while Also keeping her, Nesta and their servants safe from the townspeople.

“So there will be no meeting here,” Nesta said, shoulders stiff. “There will be no Fae in this house.” “Do you include me in that declaration?” I said quietly. Nesta’s silence was answer enough. But Elain said, “Nesta.” Slowly, my eldest sister looked at her. “Nesta,” Elain said again, twisting her hands. “If … if we do not help Feyre, there won’t be a wedding. Even Lord Nolan’s battlements and all his men, couldn’t save me from … from them.” Nesta didn’t so much as flinch. Elain pushed, “We keep it secret—we send the servants away. With the spring approaching, they’ll be glad to go home. And if Feyre needs to be in and out for meetings, she’ll send word ahead, and we’ll clear them out. Make up excuses to send them on holidays. Father won’t be back until the summer, anyway. No one will know.” She put a hand on Nesta’s knee, the purple of my sister’s gown nearly swallowing up the ivory hand. “Feyre gave and gave—for years. Let us now help her. Help … others.”

Acowar- When she is kidnapped to Hyberns camp she is fine when they show up. Even though she is gagged, bound, and hearing all the terrible things going on in hyberns camp around her she is not cowering in fear…

“A nod. "Get ready to run."My heart thundered. Elain glanced between us, but did not tremble. Did not cringe.

Then as they are escaping she helps save briar!

“"Grab onto him!" Elain ordered the wide-eyed human girl as Azriel thundered toward her….”“Elain screamed at her, "If you want to live, do it now!"

“Azriel, catching amongst his wings as he practically tackled her into the sky. But I saw, even as I ran, Elain's pale hands lurch-gripping the girl by her neck, holding her as tightly as she could.”

When Azriel, Briar & Elain are being attacked by Hybern hounds and briar is too scared to do anything Elain fought off the beast w her bare feet..

“The girl screamed, but Elain moved. As Azriel battled to keep them airborne, keep his grip on them, my sister sent a fierce kick into the beast’s face. Its eye. Another. Another. It bellowed, and Elain slammed her bare, muddy foot into its face again. The blow struck home. With a yelp of pain, it released its claws—and plunged into the ravine.”

Later on in Acowar when the IC couldn’t figure out how to protect the humans in Hyberns war it was Elain who came up with the plan on how to save them and how to be able to get to Graysen to do it.

“Rhys considered. "If we get a ship, they can sail—""They will demand their families and friends come."A beat of silence. Not an option. Then Elain said quietly, "We could move them toGray-sen's estate."We all faced her at the evenness of her voice.”…

“"We can set up a guard-" Cassian began.”No Elain interrupted, her voice louder than I'd heard in months. "They ... Graysen and his father ..Cassian's jaw tightened. "Then we cloak—They have hounds. Bred and trained to hunt you. Detect you."A stiff silence as my friends contemplated how, exactly, those hounds had been trained."You can't mean to leave their castle un-defended," Cassian tried a shade more gently."Even with the ash, it won't be enough. We'd need to set wards at the very minimum." Elain considered. "I can speak to him.""No," I said—at the same moment Nesta did.But Elain cut us off. "If-if you and ... they"—a glance at Rhys, my friends-"come with me, your Fae scents might distract the dogs.""You're Fae, too," Nesta reminded her."Glamour me," Elain said-to Rhys. "Make me look human. Just long enough to convince him to open his gates to those seeking sanc-tuary. Perhaps even let you set those wards”

Then during the war she tracks the suriel. Feyre talks about going into Elains mind and even though Elain didn’t have any mental shield up Feyre notes this…

“She had no mental shields, no barriers. The gates to her mind ... Solid iron, covered in vines of flowers—or it would have been. The blossoms were all sealed, sleeping buds tucked into tangles of leaves and thorns.”

Finally in Acowar even though Elain doesn’t care for violence she steps out of shadow, tells the king of Hybern off and then stabs him through the kneck saving Nesta and Cassians life.

“But as a black blade broke through the king’s throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

And then we go on to acofas and acosf. In Acosf we see Elain stick up for herself and willing to scry even though no one wants her too.

We haven’t even had Elains pov yet and she’s shown that she is brave, clever and doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty to protect the people she loves. So when people try to see she’s not strong enough, not good enough, she’s weak useless blah. This is not true in canon. Elain has helped everyone since Acomaf and has been pivotal at times too.

People tend to forget Nesta never even wanted to hold a weapon & had no idea how to fight before Acosf. Now look at her. She’s a Valkyrie. A lot changes when you get the characters pov. Just because Elain isn’t like Nesta does not mean she isn’t strong.You can be soft, kind, & feminine and still fight beasts. You can love peaceful things like baking & gardening and still kill a evil king. SJM has pointed out multiple times that Elain is strong, she has a different sort of strength. & I cannot wait for her book!

[negrowhat]

I loved your discussion of Payu and Rain’s d/s dynamic; can you do it for Johann and North? I feel like Johann likes power play but in a really gentle way, and North might not initiate it but seems willing and responsive to that kind of play as well. It’s super cute.

Hey friend!!! JohanNorth have quite the dynamic...one that I very much enjoy. Again I would like to say I'm no expert in D/s as a kink, and that's not what this post is going to be like anyway.

I want you to know I typed this up, and deleted it, and typed it up again several times because I was starting to ramble and this was getting long af. I am going to insert a page break so people can scroll if they want to.

Let's talk about it.

I think JohanNorth's whole dynamic is very much give and take. Or more like, 'I'm giving you me please take me and give yourself to me in return.' "ALL OF ME LOVES ALL OF YOU" type vibe. Please sing that in John Legend's voice or you won't understand.

JohanNorth's beginning feels like a Dom/sub thing but in the end it changes to something completely different. Not everyone goes into a relationship feeling 100% comfortable with each other.

Johan had more time to have his feelings for North develop because he spent so much time falling in love and being there for North when North had no idea who he was. So by the time Johan was granted access to approach North he was already level-minded and clear headed. He was solid. That meant he could focus everything on North.

He was so ready to handle North's bar fight situation in away that would pull his most precious boy right into his awaiting orbit. It did help that Johan had so many people in his corner who knew the dedication he had to North.

I think once Johan got over the major hurtle of letting his feelings be known to North he was ready to play hard ball, no more holding back. He confessed and gauged North's reaction to him. North was excited about the confession. He was happy to know someone as kind and as capable as Johan would be so into him. That gave Johan the greenlight he needed to advance.

I don't think Johan's into power play exactly, I think in the beginning he asserts some level of power to draw out North's confidence in him and their relationship. I think he used some more aggressive tactics to kind of push North out of his comfort zone so he could get used to being in a relationship with him.

Like in the beginning we definitely see Johan be more dominant, and take control of their relationship's progression, but as soon as North starts to return some of that assertive energy Johan starts to mellow out. I think he was treating North how he wanted to be treated in return. And when they reach a stable emotional plane Johan becomes softer, sweeter, and more vulnerable.

Ultimately Johan wanted North to be possessive and selfish with him. He wanted North to take from him. He wanted to give himself to North. And he wanted to take North for himself in return.

Speaking of possession; Johan is physical in a way that SCREAMS 'I'm obsessed with you. I want to possess you. You belong to me.' The way he kisses North??? The way he devours his lips? That hand that ALWAYS finds it's way around his throat? The tie yanks? The hair pulls? It's like he can't get enough of North. It's like if he lets North go, he'll vanish. He's obsessed.

Also the way he just holds onto North. He wraps himself around the boy. And once North is settled there he will not let the boy go. That whole scene in the café where he pulls North into his lap and just traps him there. They would need the jaws of life to pry his arms from around that boy and what does North do? Allows it. He always does. He likes it when Johan treats him like a big ole teddy bear. Holding onto him tightly, kissing him whenever he feels like it. North loves it, he's usually smiling about it, hands placed obediently over Johan's.

Let's talk about the little transactional method Johan established with North. I love it. It's another habit he's formed to kind of pull North out of his comfort zone...maybe depend on him a little more. I love that he shamelessly offers to pay North for his time and affection and attention. A kiss? A hug? A cute lil video? Smexy time? He's willing to PAY for everything North does because he wants everything from him. He wants North to feel like he can express himself however he wants to.

Going back to Johan wanting North to be more selfish with him. I think that's why he kind of conditioned North to exchange kisses in return for him fulfilling requests. It's ok for North to ask anything of Johan but he also wants North to feel okay with being affectionate with him and asking or demanding some affection in return. Johan asks for the simplest of kisses for payment and he will fill North's every desire and answer every question.

I think Johan wanted to get out of the habit of asking North, "What do you want from me?" and get him into the habit of asking for it on his own. Like when he coaxes North into asking him to take the lead when they kiss. Instead of Johan having to ask, "Do you want me to kiss you?" he would prefer if North asks, "Can you kiss me?" You know? Be more proactive.

If North wants something from Johan he only needs to ask and be confident with it and Johan is ready to serve. He doesn't want North to feel any sort of negative way for wanting to take from him because everything he has is for North. Also this way he gets to enjoy more kisses from those lips he loves so much.

North is the kind of guy who wants to take care of himself and solve all issues on his own. He's willing to work THREE jobs on top of school to take care of his business. So of course he finds it hard to ask Johan for anything. He finds it hard to tell Johan when he's having a problem. He doesn't want to bother him, he doesn't want to upset, and above all he doesn't want to burden him. Johan treats him so well and he is too fearful to ask for more from him. And I'm sure he's worried that Johan may think he's together with him for all the wrong reasons.

Even if Johan is literally throwing money at him for existing and buying up all his workplaces so he can be the one to take care of North one way or another. Even if Johan is increasing his own workload so he can take over his father's company faster so he can provide for North. Even if Johan moves North into his condo to take away one less expense in the boy's life.

I appreciate that the people around Johan took time to explain to North about how a lot of what Johan does is for the benefit of him. And honestly it's things Johan would tell North if he just asked him. Johan doesn't seem like he wants to keep anything from North but he wants North to want to know. Like while Johan went to Boston and North was missing him so much, but he was too afraid to reach out. He didn't want to disturb Johan he knew he was working. But thanks to their friends, North got to learn that Johan was missing him just as much. Johan even cut his trip short because he didn't want North to be sad from missing him. Since North was still so unwilling to be selfish with him, Johan had to take that initiative to return to him instead.

I love that we get to see North learn that he can ask from Johan and take from him and depend on him and need him. Johan is the king of 'Acts of Service' and I'm glad by the end of things North got to see that. There isn't anything Johan would not do for North.

As North becomes more confident in himself and his feelings and his place by Johan's side we begin to see North willingly show his feelings. He begins to show his concerns for Johan. He wants to help Johan relax and be at ease, even if it means just being in his presence. He begins to show more casual intimacy. More pecks on the cheek, and leaning into Johan, and cuddling with him. He shows a softer side. A cuter side. A more docile side. He seems to be more calm around Johan and more considerate of what he wants from him.

I love when North gives Johan his gear. We all know how monumental that is. He essentially gives Johan the biggest part of himself, his heart. And entrusting his gear to Johan means that he trusts his heart and himself with Johan. He trusts that Johan will take care of his heart. It's a beautiful moment that holds so much weight, especially for someone like Johan who has been waiting for North for years. And I love that we get to see Johan proudly display that gear in a way that says, 'He gave me his heart and I belong to him in return.' The gear is not just an item to keep on a shelf or in a box. It's something he takes with him everywhere like their love for each other. Johan can't just put the gear down. It and North belongs to him now.

In that one scene where Drunk North shows his ownership of Johan, I think that day was like Christmas for Johan. To see his sweet and budding North show such strong possessiveness over him? It must have been so satisfying to experience.

And you can really tell Johan enjoyed it. He kept North's eye contact and he answered him directly and gently, just for North's ears. He didn't even pay attention to that woman. AND WHEN NORTH CLIMBED INTO HIS LAP AND SAID JOHAN WAS HIS?? To be outright claimed? I think Johan could've died and ascended to heaven. Nothing else and no one else mattered in that moment. He was North's and only North's. Oh to be possessed by someone.

I think Johan knew that from then on North would feel more inclined to express his ownership which what he wanted from day one. He wanted them both to feel like they belonged to each other.

I'm sorry this still got long.

[blueshistorysims]

June 1948, London, England

For Amalia’s 18th birthday, she was to have a grand ball in London, surrounded by other debutantes, aristocrats, and heiresses. Her gown was designed by Giselle, and the revealing nature had upset Byron and Eleora, but Amalia refused to wear anything else.

“I know I’ve asked a thousand times, but what do you think?” Amalia asked, admiring herself in the mirror.

Miranda rolled her eyes. “You look good, Amalia. You always do. I swear, we should start calling you Narcissus.”

“There’s nothing wrong with self love.”

“I think sometimes you have too much of it.”

Amalia turned around to face Miranda directly. “You know, your accent sounds different since you’ve come home for summer. It’s more Scottish.”

“I’ve joined a group for Scottish students at Oxford. There’s actually another girl who’s Indian and Scottish, her name’s Indira. She’s also studying biology at St. Hilda’s. We’ve become good friends. …I’m making an effort to get my Scottish accent back. I’m not English after all.” 

“What’s wrong with being English?”

“Nothing, I just want to embrace my heritage. Both of my family. I barely remember my father, and I want to honor his memory.”

“I don’t really remember Uncle Montgomery. I remember he had red hair, glasses, and a thick accent, but that’s about it.” She frowned. “I suppose that makes me lucky that I still have both of my parents, even if Simon-Elliot’s dead. I miss him, even if he spent half of his time as a teenager harassing me.”

“I wish he could be here too.”

Miranda moved to sit on the chair, finding her feet sore from wearing heels most of the day. “Are you ready to start university?”

Like Miranda, Amalia was joining her at St. Hilda’s College, though she was studying Classics, taking advantage of a father who spoke multiple ancient languages, but Miranda was sure she was only doing it to please her parents and had no interest in higher education. They were to live together in a flat the duke and duchess had rented for them. In return for paying the rent, they had asked Miranda to keep an eye on the birthday girl, fearful that she would act out, now finally being away from home. Miranda didn’t blame them—in truth, she felt the same. Amalia was intelligent, kind when she wanted to be, but she was also entitled and presumptuous.

“Of course I am! I’ve been wanting to get away from Mama and Papa and finally be a part of society. Bramblewood was so boring without boys.”

“Well, don’t marry the first boy to tickle your fancy. You’re rich, pretty, and you have a title. Everyone’s going to want to be your friend.”

Amalia looked quite pleased at that. “As long as we’re friends Miranda, I won’t need anyone else.”

Miranda tried to smile, but it hurt—how could someone say that and not mean it romantically? They needed to leave the dressing room anyway. Everyone was waiting downstairs. 

beginning/previous/next

[cosmetichorror]

ASSIGNING LU BOYS MIDWEST EMO SONGS (and their main lyric/s in said song)

Okay chat get ready

Time - Scott Pilgrim Vs My GPA “Don’t go back to our old place, it’s probably locked up anyway, I bet it still looks the same as when I ran away that day. It doesn’t matter anyway, ‘cause I’m happy here.”

Twilight - Tears Over Bears “He needed more than me. I’m friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty, but he needed more than me.” - “I said All I can hope for is for you to get better, cause all I can take is no more. So I’ll hide where I can, away from you and your friends, leaking tears over bears once again”

Warriors - Trees (Note: hate McCaferty and don’t support this artist but bomb ass song) “She says I need a certain satisfaction kind. It’s something you could never give to my type.” (HEY ANGST HC GUYS) “Just string me up, two or three. Just string me up by down the trees, just bought my pants, I’m such a freak, I’m a fucking fag that never sees” (Bisexual Wars who grew up thinking he was weird for liking boys? The chain helps him see he’s just fine as is? 😗 self internalized homophobia gets punched in the face?)

Wild - Be Nice To Me “I got boulders on my shoulders, collar bones begin to crack, there is very little left of me and it’s never coming back” - “I try to show emotion, but my eyes won’t seem to wet, and I’d love to tell you stories but I can’t remember how they went.”

Hyrule - Now THIS is Podracing “ ‘Cause I have a tendency to take on more than I can handle, and you have a tendency to get mad when you’re bored. And will you risk your sanity plus all the other things you might not end up liking about me? Will you promise to love me more than you might hate me?”

Legend - Death Cup “I think it’s ‘bout time that I warned you that I might cry in front of you, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m afraid of the truth” - “So what’s the point of talking if you’re not changing your mind?” - “If all my love was well spent, my night-time hikes and weekends, you are my best friend and I don’t want this to end” - “Please tell me how the fuck I’m supposed to deal with losing you”

Wind - Sober to Death “Take your hands off my neck and hold on to the ghost of my body, you know that good lives make bad stories”

Sky - I Would Throw My Vape Into a Cornfield For You “And I could sleep forever, but it’s just not my scene” - “Hope the summer comes quick so I can see you around, and all the friends I’ve missed since the new years came and went, it’s how you came and went”

Four - Twin Size Mattress “For the warning signs I’ve completed ignored, there’s an amount to take, reasons to take more” - “With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay. You said; Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way” - “She hopes I’m cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress in somebodies attic or basement my whole life. Never graduating up and size, and my nightmares will have nightmares every night”

No I won’t be taking criticism and Before anyone says anything yes I can say that word

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And despite Eddie being back now, it won’t go away. Because now that he’s realized what he wants, and he can’t have it, the aching part of him is insatiable. 

It’s well after midnight when Buck pulls out his keys to unlock his front door, only to find it isn’t locked to begin with. Weird. He must have forgotten when he left. Except that that’s not like him. Someone kidnapping his sister once was enough to make him nervous about security. Twice? He’s a little paranoid now, to be honest. 

Cautiously, Buck opens the door. He has his phone out, ready to call the police in case of an intruder. He wishes he had some sort of blunt object on him to defend himself with. The last thing he wants is to be murdered after midnight in his own entryway, drunk, on his way home from an unwise near-hookup. How fucking embarrassing. 

Luckily, he doesn’t have to worry about murder or theft. When he opens the door, the light in his kitchen is on, and Eddie is sitting at the table. He’s got a beer in hand and a strange look on his face. He stands as Buck walks into the loft. 

“Buck,” he says suddenly, as though Buck is in his kitchen in the middle of the night unexpectedly. 

“Eddie?” He asks. “What are you doing here, man? It’s late.”

“I… I came earlier. I needed to talk to you. You weren’t here, so… I helped myself to a beer.”

Buck blinks. It takes him a second to process.

“You needed to talk to me at night?” He asks.

“Have you been drinking?” Eddie asks, frowning.

“Mhm,” Buck confirms.

“Are you drunk?”

“Maybe.”

“Shit,” Eddie exhales.

“What? M’not that drunk. A teeny little drunk at most,” Buck says.”

“I can’t… You have to be sober for this,” Eddie says.

“I basically am,” Buck complains. 

“I can’t do basically, here, Buck,” Eddie says. “Alphabet backwards, please.”

“What?” Buck laughs. “That’s not-”

“Alphabet backwards,” Eddie repeats himself. 

Buck groans. 

“Fine. Whatever. Z… X… Y…”

“Strong start,” Eddie says flatly.

What does he even mean?

“V… U… T… “

“You forgot W,” Eddie interjects. 

“You keep interrupting me!” Buck complains. 

“Okay,” Eddie sighs. “I’m going to go.”

“What! No!” Buck practically yelps. “You said you needed to talk! Talk to me! I’m fine!”

Eddie starts walking towards the door. 

“We’ll chat another time,” Eddie says. “Don’t worry about it.”

Buck throws his body in front of the door. 

“No!” He repeats. “Talk to me now.”

“No,” Eddie says. “Not while you’re drunk.”

“Guess we’re standing here ‘til my blood alcohol goes away,” Buck states.

“Goes away?” Eddie parrots. 

“Mhm,” Buck nods. “Could be a while. I had tequila.”

“You and tequila shots,” Eddie huffs. Then he turns and walks back towards the kitchen.

“What’re you doing?” 

“Getting things to sober you up,” Eddie announces. “Water and carbs.”

“Mmm,” Buck thinks aloud. “Carbs.”

He slides down into a sitting position, still blocking the door. He stretches his legs out in front of him. Eddie pours Buck a glass of water, then finds a box of rice crackers in his pantry and brings them over to him.

“Thanks,” Buck says, taking the water and crackers. 

“Don’t thank me,” Eddie says. “This is purely selfish. I would like to either talk or leave.”

“You could try to make me move,” Buck suggests, smirking. The thought is a little bit exciting, but he won’t say so.

“Nice try,” Eddie says. “Drink.”

Buck does. He downs half the glass in one go. He also would like to sober up now, if for nothing else than sating his curiosity. He wants to know what Eddie wants to talk about. He wants Eddie to talk. He wants to always be listening to Eddie talk. He wants to speak back to him. He wants them to always be talking. He wants them to always be in the same space. 

“What were you doing tonight, anyway?” Eddie asks him. “That involved so much tequila…”

“Went to a bar,” Buck murmurs.

“Alone?” Eddie asks. 

“Yep,” Buck replies. “Wasn’t a group activity.”

Eddie’s jaw tightens. 

“A date?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Buck says.

“A hookup?”

“Almost,” Buck mumbles, then stuffs his mouth with crackers. 

“Almost?”

“Didn’t end up happening this time,” Buck says.

“This time?” Eddie presses. Lots of questions tonight from this guy.

Buck just shrugs. 

“Why are you doing this?” Eddie asks. 

“Having sex with strangers?” Buck clarifies, because he’s assuming that’s what Eddie is asking.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “There was a time where I thought you didn’t want to do that anymore.”

“Why? You’ve got a problem with it?”

“In general? No,” Eddie replies. “For you? Yes.”

[blu3-ja3]

Jason thought they were past the fear, no more like he hoped. He never really hated Tim for becoming Robin, for taking up the mantle and every bit of trauma that came with it. No Jason hated that Bruce allowed Tim to become Robin while Joker still lived, he hated the danger the kid would be put through because of Bruce's stupid code.

Jason had told Tim as much, kinda... Not really he never told anyone anything directly but Tim's smart, really smart. Jason figured the kid had figured it out or at least understood that Jason didn't hate Tim. Tim didn't flinch anymore when Jason yelled, his eyes didn't grow wide with panic when Jason landed next to him or appeared out of nowhere. Tim could talk to him without shaking or stumbling over words, he would put his back to Jason and even fell asleep on him once.

Jason was so sure, so sure they were past all the fear. But he also knew Timmy was an incredible liar, and Jason guessed that it was all a lie. It makes his heart sink a little, he'll fix it later.

First he has to deal with this mess. Tim got dosed with fear toxin and as soon as Jason approached him the kid scrambled away. His eyes are wide with panic, even with his domino mask on Jason could see it. He could see the sweat and the shaking, however small it may be.

"Robin," Jason tried to keep his voice calm, Jason would take off his helmet but he's not wearing a domino under it. Stupid mistake but he'll have to deal.

Jason sees the kid flinch, gripping his boe staff tighter. His eyes dart around looking for an exit. When he finds none, Tim's eyes settle on Jason and he can hear the kid grinding his teeth.

"Robin, you've got to calm down," Jason tries again as the kids breathing becomes labored.

Tim's body tenses and Jason's ready. He's not going to hurt him but he can't let Tim get past him, he'll hurt himself or worse get himself killed. Tim springs forwards, it's sloppy, desperate. Jason easily pins the younger boy who immediately starts the thrash.

"Please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!" Tim screams, his smaller frame shakes in Jason's grasp as he cries and struggles.

"Its okay Robin," Jason gets his hand cuffs onto the boy before securing them and letting Tim go. Immediately the kid scrambles away pressing himself into the nearest corner, sobbing and mumbling softly.

Jason relays the situation to Barbara, he needs some way to transfer Tim to the cave and his bikes not it. Tim's likely to throw himself off the moving bike as he is to stay put.

"Batman's on his way, he'll be there in five," good Tim's always like Bruce better anyways, Jason allows himself to relax a bit.

He approaches Tim's curled up form slowly. He's still mumbling away, quietly sobbing. Jason reaches out to stroke Tim's head like he's seen Dick do a thousand times, maybe it'll help calm him. Tim flinches and cries out:

"I'm sorry Batman! Please don't hurt me!"

Jason's blood runs cold. He feels bile building in the back of his throat.

Tim's not scared of him.

Tim's scared of Batman

Of Bruce.

What the fuck did he do.

Jason gets his answer after a very long and tense ride, Tim in the back seat crying and mumbling away. It makes Jason sick to see Bruce clenching his fist around the steering wheel. They arrive at the cave and Alfred quickly takes Tim away with Dick hot on his trail, trying to comfort Tim softly. Damian's at Alfred's side helping him gather whatever the older man asks of him.

Jason cuts Bruce off immediately, not bothering to hide whatever he's about to learn.

"Jason mo-"

"What did you do to him?"

"What? Nothing,"

"Bullshit! He was hysterical begging me not to hurt him,"

Jason almost punches Bruce for the look he gives Jason. But Jason continues,

"He called me Batman and begged me not to hurt him,"

Bruce's face fell, guilt replaced was once there.

"What did you do!?" Jason roared.

someone who has the motivation to write a fic or draw please do something for me

tim and jason are on mission and tim gets fear gassed. he starts panicking when jason tries to help him and jason is afraid it’s because tim is scared of him (tim has told him a million times he’s over the titans tower incident but jason doesn’t believe him). but the reality is tim doesn’t see jason but the batman he knew when he first became robin

[asokatanos]

Wintertime is always difficult for parents of little kids, and arguably equally hard or harder for pediatricians who care for them. Over the past couple months I’ve been working weird shifts in the pediatric ER and night shift in the hospital.

So maybe it speaks to my level of bone deep exhaustion that I nearly wept when being treated not just with basic human decency but also the tiniest bit of respect during a shift. As part of understanding why a child is sick, I ask if they are up to date with their vaccines. Most of the time I get an eye roll and something to the effect of “yes, whatever the school says is mandatory. But we do NOT believe in the flu shot for our family” Which - okay, fine, so I can rest a little easier that your kid’s fever is probably not polio. They might have avoided that febrile seizure if they didn’t have the flu though! But the other night a mom said “yes, of course! We typically do what the doctor recommends because you’re the one who went to school for this!”

I’ll be honest, I was a little overcome. What does that say about the state of healthcare and trust for the people who dedicate their whole lives to caring for others?

Anyway, if you are <22 or have a child who is <22, unless there’s a serious illness you believe isn’t just a respiratory virus, please save yourself the five+ hour wait in the ER and stay home. For your sake especially but also for ours, we are beyond exhausted.

[teddybeartoji]

tomorrow is gonna be such a weird day i am not looking forward to it at all

[phagodyke]

the masculine urge to take a saucepan off thr draining board and bash myself repeatedly over the head with it until I pass out and no longer have to experience feeling Bad 😍

[cordelianewman]

"Exactly, growth." Giving a sharp nod, even if it was growth in the form of sharing her food in the tiniest ways. Because she definitely hadn't been good at it back in the day when they had gone to the diner and Cage had simply tried to get a fry from her plate and she'd slap his hand away while giving him daggers. Of course, she wasn't sure if he ever really understood -- at that time -- the pressure her mother put on her in regards to food and her body, he probably did as they got older. "I can do that, when I get home I'll run down to the place I get my planner and pick one up, they have undated ones that you can put in the dates yourself so that we're not wasting the last couple of months we haven't used one. Plus I have a feeling I'll be needing another one for after I finish up my course work and licensing and am working." Of course she had ideas but she hadn't really broached the topic with Cage of what she was thinking because well, it had been one thing after another and it never felt like the right time. Once they figured out if it was possible, the logistics, that would definitely need it's own planner, so you know, carrying around three would be perfectly normal for someone who was practically a type-A personality. "No, I agree if we're serious about getting pregnant, having a baby, think not over extending ourselves too much is the best idea. After all I don't think me being out doing a ton of things when I first get pregnant is the best idea, and obviously can't do anything once I'm heavily pregnant." she pointed out, but she would always help out in anyway that she could given the fact that this was both their home and the animals they were raising, but she also knew if/when she got pregnant it would matter what things she could be around for her health. "Oh please, as if she could have ever been competition to me." she rolled her eyes, "And the fact that she thought she could be, she was dreaming, I love Twix, and the fact that she's warmed up to me, but there was never any competition between her and I." And she didn't care that she was basically saying she won in this aspect, because she was the love of his life, but she knew that he was much more glad that they got along than didn't.

"I would say play it smart and keep baked goods ready in the house, I can't promise the ones I'm going to want are going to be the ones you have in the house, but something is better than nothing. I know you really tried with the cupcakes you made though and I appreciate that more than you know." she really had that he had baked her their own version of oreo cupcakes because she had wanted some so badly that it had practically broken her down to tears when he had said there was no way even with later hours he was going to be able to get them. "But every pregnancy is different so who knows what I may or may not want so basically who knows, but you better how some of the few places that stay open really later are the things I end up craving, or maybe we should plan better grocery to be prepared for everything just in case -- if it happens." Cordelia was being a bit more cautious saying if because she just didn't want to jinx it, which maybe was silly but after all the first pregnancy hadn't worked out had it? "I know I guess I just don't want to see disappointed faces and be told we have enough kids in the house because I would feel so bad." she admitted, and she already felt kind of selfish wanting to continue growing their family. But she really didn't think those were the kind of kids they had raised at all. "Maybe you know, if it happens, when I'm further along, with people I really trust." she admitted. It wasn't like she was going to go out and tell average everyday people she had had a chemical pregnancy but maybe a close friend she relied on, siblings that she loved, but either way it wasn't something she was ready to tell anyone other than the person she shared her life with. "I know how lucky we are, we still have a family, we still have four kids that love us." Cienna and Shawn had become pieces of their family that they hadn't realized they needed as much as they needed them. They fit in perfectly, they had taken so well, despite the pain and had become such an important part to the Newman family and she could never see herself not seeing them as her children. She'd never turn her back on the two that meant the world to her as much as Colton and Rosalyn did. Maybe it wasn't conventional, but sometimes that isn't what mattered. "Well we need to bring gifts back for all the kids, they'd never forgive us. The boys would be happy with some really nice sweatshirts and sweatpants." They lived in those things. "The girls though, we better make sure to get them something good or you know they'll show it right on their faces." she laughed. "I will admit I maaaay be looking for something a little sparkly. But I don't expect it."

"Growth," he said with a laugh, but Cordelia had experienced a lot of growth from those years as an ornery teenaged girl, bossing around the cheerleading team, fending her boyfriend off from her fries, stiff upper lipping it when she walked into her house and had to deal with her parents. She was strong, she was confident, but he still sometimes caught glimpses of that girl that he fell in love with so long ago, and he was grateful that those would always be there, too. "Why don't we do something like that, then? That way you have your planner, I have my work planner, and we can have something for the house, notes about the animals or improvements that need done," stuff that would make their lives a lot easier if it was all in one place, easier to flip through. "You being all type A does come in handy sometimes," he agreed with a laugh and a nod, "during the warm months, I have a few people who buy eggs off of us, too, so it'll be good to record what we have, who we owe." He couldn't help but to let out a laugh as she 'compromised' with him by promising a full-sized horse before any other animals came to the farm, even though both of them knew that if Cage found a horse that he wanted, it was just going to end up in their yard, but he did appreciate her offer, none the less. "I want to wait. If we're serious about bringing a baby into this world, I don't want to overwhelm ourselves with animals and responsibilities, right?" What they had now, plus the little mini donkeys, that was a good start. It would be a good way to teach the kids a lot more about responsibility, see how they handled farm life before bringing in big animals. "Oh, she was using your heating pad," he nodded, "remember when I fucked up my arm and back and… all of me a couple of years back, falling off that ladder? She loved me when I had heat on. But she also does like you. I don't even think she views you as competition anymore," given that she was in love with Cage. It was good to see his girls getting along. "We'll see," he concurred with a small smirk.

Although it hadn't worked out -- for obvious reasons -- Cage had tried to be there for Colton's mother, had done his best to be a good partner for the couple of months that she was in town before everything had gone awry, but he knew that he could do better this time, that he could be there for whatever she needed. "I'd say that the only thing I ask for in return is for you to not make me go out at three in the morning to find baked goods, but I think we already established that's going to be a thing," and as much as he might want to whine and complain… he'd do it. She didn't even have to be pregnant for that. "You don't have to be scared," he promised her with another squeeze of her hand, "it's not going to change how I feel, but I think you and I would both feel better knowing that they understood that this is a decision that we're making for our family, and that we want them to be okay with it, we want to give them time to be okay with it," not to mention the fact that he was fairly certain they would be god awful at hiding a pregnancy from two teenage boys, if it were to happen. Morning sickness, Cordelia's cravings, mood swings in general… starting to put together a nursery. "That's fine," he assured her with an eager nod, "it's … different, it's your body, it's something that happened to you, I don't think we have to tell people right now. Maybe when… things are different, you know?" When they got a positive test and knew that a pregnancy was going to happen, when they felt ready to talk about what happened before alongside what was happening now. And if not, then never. That was okay, too. As she looked up at him, he felt a tiny bit of relief when she responded that she understood, that she knew it wasn't a decision that he had taken lightly, bringing her hands up to his mouth to press a kiss to her knuckles. "If we didn't have the girls, if we weren't putting two teenagers through college soon… if, if, if, you know? But we still got our dream, just a little different than how we imagined it." It might not have been three or four Cage and Cordelias running around; it might only be one. But it was a little Rosalyn full of sass and giggles, a Cienna with a heart of gold. A Colton with his father's old soul, and a Shawn with a dream that loved them. And a baby that would be made with and brought into so much love. "Yeah," he laughed, squeezing her hands a final time before turning to open the door, holding it open for her to enter first. "We can shop. What should we be looking for?"

[ethersierra]

I just need to get back into being crazy about TAZ. And then the sadness will dull