#babs . 001

[deadgood-redhood]

little bird/hollow bones 001

it should be everything tim wanted.

the responsibility, the *trust* of being batman. he has bruce's official seal of confidence that he thinks tim knows what he's doing stamped right across his chest.

but he's only 23. sure, around the same age as when bruce set out on his crusade, but the man certainly made his fair share of mistakes on the war path. and now instead of a lonely young man in a big empty mansion, there's eyes on him. so many eyes on him.

it doesn't take a genuius to know there's something off about batman. too tall, too skinny, and quite obviously too young. the news is flooded with paranoid reports about this being an imposter batman here to win over people's trust only to doom the whole city. screens are plastered with in depth analyzations of 'the real batman's' mannerisms as compared to tim's, and every movement he makes, tim knows, is being scrutinized by nearly every eye across the world. most importantly, those of his family.

so he handles it like he handles everything. he cuts out needless distractions and hones in on the problem at hand until its resolved. and when steph calls him out on him pushing away everyone? well, tim thinks maybe she needs to grow up and get a little perspective, you know, maybe there's a reason bruce never trusted her like he trusted tim.

it's a crack heard round the world that cleaves itself into the foundation of their family. babs is pissed, sides right with steph, throws her hands up and tells bruce he can manage his own shithead's security if he's going to be at home all day. dick tries to cajole her but frankly some part of him is scared that when- not if- this all falls through there's going to be a cane around his neck dragging him right back to the dark, so he's trying to make himself a little scarce.

jason can't care much. he keeps his head down, he does his job. he doesn't care about the infighting, the drama, the succession. he cares about gotham, the people, *his* people. the last thing he gives a shit about is a billionaire's heir. (he knows he was never in the running to begin with.)

damian? once again, damian's been passed over for *tim.* tim, who never did anything to deserve the recognition he gets, who's never fought tooth and nail for father's love. he's pissed. and frankly, he just can't wait to watch tim fail miserably and father to come crawling to damian begging for his help.

(cass watches. she always watches.)

[aenxiome]

So with season two of squid games being out I had an idea for a crossover fic with Batfam, hear me out:

Cass was in Hong Kong for a while so she was like in the general area. Say she went to Korea for a reason XYZ saw all the people that were missing and did some investigating and found out about the games. Being rightfully enraged, she gets the family involved

Bruce— a new VIP— Matches Malone

Cass— circle guard

Jason— Triangle Guard

Dick— a player. Former super spy, knows a lot of languages, would fit right in.

Tim— also a player. Also knows a good amount of languages. Resourceful.

With Tim and Dick in the games, they’d also get the Titans and Young Justice on standby. There’s no hiding from Kon and Wally and Bart arent letting their robins die

Damian— part of the infiltration effort. Too young to be part of it otherwise

Barbara— keeping track of vitals and trying, eventually getting into the system, finding out about the organ harvest and everything. Making sure things are properly monitored

Alfred— setting up for eventual triage. He’s strapped and ready to fight if necessary

Duke— he’s Damian’s extraction if necessary. Also explores the island and maps it out.

Dami would find the records room and see that 001 is also a returned player, and babs would figure out he’s the front man. Cass would pass along the information of course with the food to dick and Tim.

Jason would see what happened to guard 11 and pull the men off her— he’s a gentleman. Potential ally to look out for.

Got other stuff thought out of course, but this would be the general set up.

 

[yuriwarrior]

love babs' hair here

Batman: Sword of Azrael - 001

[theangrypomeranian]

I don’t think you’ve been asked this one yet, so another of your faves: 001 Hemita?

babs i love you for this <333

when I started shipping it if I did: UF Oh No You Didn't! It's one of my all time favorite episodes of BB because I got not only my canon Zekina kiss but also introduced me to these two nerds.

my thoughts: NERDS IN LOVE. They're so adorable together and just thinking about them makes me want to giggle and kick my feet like a school girl.

What makes me happy about them: Nerds in love! Lol. To quote Darryl "it's because of the double nerd!" Also they have this really easy and natural dynamic together that imo feels really genuine.

What makes me sad about them: We've only gotten to see them together in 2 episodes and I am sad about it! I want to see more of them! Please show writers, let me see my babies!!

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Considering there's like...3 of them as the main couple, nothing yet lol.

things I look for in fanfic: Them fitting into each others lives well, just like them being able to hang out with their friends and family without any problem. Imo the trope of cultural differences keeping them apart trope is fine but we've seen enough of it to last a lifetime.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:  You know, in another life I really think that Henry x Tina could have worked for me, but alas I am loyal to Zekina and Hemita lol. I really don't want them with anyone except each other.

My happily ever after for them: They become that one couple who stays together all through high school and college. They get married after they both graduate with their degrees and get good jobs and have two kids (a girl and a boy) and get to be nerds together for the rest of their lives. <3

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Susmita is the little spoon, Henry is more cuddly than anyone would think.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Star gazing! Henry has one of those fancy telescopes and they like to find good spots to set it up and look at the stars together! They're also suckers for a good nature documentary.

[the-coiner-prince]

Pluvifludor

[ pluvi(al) + flud (=flood) + (horr)or ~~ pluvifludor ]

A xenogender connected/related to / described as natural disasters , specifically heavy rains and floodings , in the context of ( apocalypse ) horror and dispair .

Day 001 of @dwllie 's coining event ( a bit late lol ) ~~ horror

Coined by the prince 👑

[ PT : Anyone can use the terms that the charming has coined , but ke asks to Please DNI if any of these aply to you: racist, sexist, ageist, antimogai, antiliom, BaB, ableist, transmed, transcum, fujoshi, radfem, terf, proshipper, anti-agere, antifurry, NSFW blogs, (NO)MAP, zoophile, necrophiliac, incestuous or supporter of those who act on these types of paraphilias. end PT ]

[cxllardgrxxns]

@sundayybest​

“Til death to do us part,” the famous line from all the movies and tv shows about marriage, the one people knew more than anything to expect at a wedding: a vow to spend your life with someone that somehow, Mickey and Babs had broken. There’d been no lack of faithfulness between the two of them, no begging for forgiveness or falling in love with someone else. They simply grew as individuals, and in doing so, their marriage fizzled out. It crushed him to think of it that way, really, when it had once been something so certain and true that he knew it could withstand any test that time may throw at it. It was supposed to be that way.

But Mickey knew, realistically, that he was as much to blame for the loss of their marriage. He refused to think of it as a ‘loss of love,’ not when Barbara O’Shea was the only person who he’d ever been able to see himself spending an eternity with. Even now, he loved her from his core. He wasn’t sure how much she had changed, or really even how much he’d changed, but he knew he loved her. For all of his days, Michael Montgomery would always, always love her.

Mickey hadn’t been expecting company, and the knock at his door had him rolling his own eyes at the thought of another salesman for a company he didn’t need services from, or worse, a religious group looking to share their good news. He stood from his spot on the couch, hit pause on the remote and made his way to the front door, hands smoothing over his shirt as he opened it and prepared to deflect whatever questions were about to come his way. The moment his eyes landed on Babs, though, he felt like his heart stopped in his chest. It was silent for a moment, Mickey afraid that speaking would shatter whatever dreamlike state he’d fallen into. His mind whirled, convincing him that this wasn’t possible and that Barbie couldn’t be standing before him, not here in Atlanta, not today.

Oh, but she was.

Hearing her speak, Mickey’s lips tugged upward into a slight grin. The confusion written all over his face was still there, but softened. “Shit, Barbie,” he said softly, reaching out to take her shoulder in his hand before he gently pulled her to his chest. Was one supposed to greet their ex-wife with a hug? Mickey didn’t know, and quite frankly, he didn’t care. He held her tightly to his chest, breathing in the scent of her and remembering the way she’d always seemed to fit so perfectly against him, even when he was a teenage boy growing too fast for his own body to know how to function.

“Come on in,” he finally said, releasing the woman and holding the door open for her. He was suddenly aware of how underdressed he felt, but she’d seen him in much less, so he tried not to care. After all this time, he still wanted to impress her, which made absolutely no sense on paper. The ink on their divorce papers was well dried by now, and they’d both been living entirely different lives, states away from each other. Mickey wondered to himself about how it was possible to feel so incredibly in love with someone he didn’t actually know, but he knew it was true. He loved her, regardless of who she had become.

“What are you doing here? Not that,” he held up both hands innocently, shrugging, “not that I mind, because I don’t. I don’t mind one bit. I just didn’t think I’d see you in Atlanta any time soon.” He gestured toward the kitchen awkwardly before running a hand through his hair. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got water and sweet tea.”

Goodness, how could I have forgotten how good he feels.

Truthfully, Barbara wasn’t likely to fail recalling the things that made Mickey uniquely him. For they were the very things she’d fallen in love with. But there was a difference between living in the memories of forgotten trinkets and recollections from years prior compared to actually breathing it in. Her body molded to his larger physique with such a natural ease it felt as if the time they’d spent apart was insignificant. There is the hug of gentle arms that still gives the space to breathe; then there was his embrace of strong arms that told everything she was - body, mind and soul - that he was with her. No one’s arms felt quite like this, Babs snuggled in, “Language” was her gentle chastise, smiling into the folds of his shirt. In that moment, with her toes grazing the ground, she felt his arms squeeze a fraction tighter and Babs breathed more slowly. Her body melting into his as every muscle lost its tension to the spring air.

Just like old times.

Being smothered in Mickey’s warmth was never long enough for Babs. Her worries disappeared like rain on summer earth. In that embrace she was cocooned better than any butterfly-to-be. As she felt his arms receding she inhaled one last whiff of his essence and the smell of freshly laundered clothes before schooling her features. She followed after him, gripping the edge of her sundress to calm her nerves. She couldn’t help but scan the vicinity looking for signs of…what exactly? Someone else? Some lingering presence of someone that might be permeating his existence. Someone he might be missing. Someone that wasn’t her. She knew the last time he wrote of an significant other was only to reveal the end of said relationship. Babs was still ashamed of her relief. But coming to see Mickey without warning was an impulsive action on her part and she dreaded interrupting some budding affair.

“Sweet tea is fine” she finally answered, simultaneously satisfied and mortified by her thoughts. Why wasn’t some girl feening for Mickey’s affections she wondered. “Its my company, they’re expanding and I was asked to oversea the process” she took a seat at his kitchen island. “Look like we’re going to be living in the same city from now on, ain’t that the darndest stroke of fate” She watched his expression, wary of his reaction to the news. She wasn’t sure how she’d be able to cope if he was in anyway dismayed at her arrival. “Got myself a nice place in the heart of the town, call me a city slicker now”

[zsaszs1]

“Zsasz, what the fuck, quit chasing me!” // @babsxkean​

Zsasz came to a halt when Babs yelled at him, taking a seat on top of a trashcan that was next to him. “I’m chasing you for a reason, Kean! If you don’t want me to, you should probably listen to what I have to say,” he told her, annoyed that she’d made him get sweaty and out of breath for no reason. “I only wanted to tell you that I quit working for Blackmask, so your fingers are safe from my knife now,” he shrugged. “I assumed that Jimmy wouldn’t have told you, because why would he? It’s not like you’re both connected by the vows of marriage or anything.”

[leethompkiins]

“i can go anywhere i want, just not home.” // @babsxkean​

Lee gave Babs a sympathetic smile. Even though a year had passed, there will still no words that she could say to make her friend feel better. “Maybe you’re just not ready for that yet. It’s a big step.” After losing Mario all those years ago, Lee couldn’t bring herself to be around his things at first. “Besides, you’re living with Harley and Pamela now, that’s your home. Until you’re ready to make one with little Peter on your own, at least. No rushing, though. Grief and healing takes time, Babs.”

[itsbxtgirl-a]

that’s my girl // stephbabs

WHO: Barbara Gordon & Stephanie Brown. Mentions of Tim Drake and Ra’s al Ghul.

WORD COUNT: 2171 words.

LOCATION: Wayne Manor.

GENERAL NOTES: Babs comes to visit Stephanie post her return to Gotham. Stephanie is unsure of her footing and what to do next, how to go on. A spark of an idea and a change is made. 

WARNINGS: Mentions of injuries, past trauma, violence.

STEPH: Tim's room was practically silent, Steph staring at the cracked screen of her phone she had found in Tim's room. Occasionally it lit up, Steph staring until it went dark once more. The lockscreen made her heart clench each time she saw the photo of her pressed against Tim's chest, his arm around her and smiles on their faces. She felt numb to the tears that slid down her cheeks and dried there, making the bandage across the gash on her cheek damp. Ra's' personal reminder of Tim she'd now have for the rest of her life. The reminder she was the reason Tim was sent to his doom, his death in her eyes.

A choked out sob escaped the shaking blonde, her curling up in on herself as much as she could without her ribs and shoulder screaming in protest. The sharp knock on Tim's bedroom door had her wanting to just scream out. "Go away!" She shouted. "I'm not hungry, thirsty, nor do I want to see anyone! Just leave!" Her words were punctuated with a broken sob, burying her face in Tim's pillow and giving into the urge to scream until she couldn't anymore.

Every bit of her was cracked into a thousand pieces and Steph had no idea how she was going to put them back together anytime soon.

BABS: The shout cut harshly even through the door, and Barbara almost considered listening. She could remember that feeling, wanting to crawl out of her own skin, never wanting anyone to look at her again. She still felt it sometimes. There was a reason she spent the majority of her life tucked away in her clock tower, surrounded by firewalls both electronic and physical. There were very few who could slip past them so easily, and Steph was one of them.

Steph who was on the other side of the door sobbing, her own firewall in place. Barbara pushed through, because Steph was stubborn and determined and positive and had steadfastly broken through every one of Barbara's walls, and there was no way she'd leave her alone. Even if that meant leaving her tower, even if it meant coming to Wayne Manor. Sometimes walls were meant to be pushed down.

She pressed the door shut quietly behind her and wheeled up next to the bed. Touch wasn't right, not unless Stephanie expressly wanted it, but she was close. "You know, I'd listen, but a while ago I made a promise to you that you'd never be alone. That's not just on the streets, Steph. I'm here."

STEPH: The door opened and Steph curled her fingers up into the fabric of the sheet on Tim’s bed. Then it shut. Another scream started to form in her chest, heart thumping and the hurricane of emotions she couldn’t pick apart started to grow until she heard that familiar voice.

Babs. Original Batgirl, her mentor and one of the people she trusted the most. Would she think she’s weak too? That she should have been better? The thought made her choke back a sob.

“It’s my fault.” Steph finally whispered, back towards Babs as she laid there. “I didn’t—I didn’t even get to see him. He wouldn’t let me see him. I killed him. I sent him off to his death at the hands of his worst nightmare all because I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t careful.” She was spiraling now, breath hiccuping as the tears rolled down her cheeks once more.

BABS: "Hey, hey." Barbara finally reached out, one hand resting on Steph's shaking shoulder. She couldn't see her face (maybe that was intentional), but she could hear the pain in every hiccup, in the way her words started to tumble.

She thought of rooftops and soft voices through the comms, the first time someone slipped through Stephanie's fingers. That sinking feeling that nothing will ever make better, and how this was worse. This wasn't some nameless loss, this was Tim.

"You are not responsible for the actions of evil men. There is one person responsible for this, and it's not you. Blaming yourself is like..." Blaming herself for opening the door. The thought caught, and she let it slip away, sinking somewhere deep and heavy in her chest. "You did everything you could, if I know you at all. Tell me you didn't get a few good zings in."

Another pause, "And you know we'll find him. I won't rest until we know where he is."

STEPH: Steph could hear Babs' words, make sense of them and comprehend them, but she didn't believe them. There was a reason she had stepped back from Batgirl, feeling a crippling dread that she would never measure up to Babs herself. This just proved it in her mind, she got the love of her life sent off to his worst nightmare all because she was the worst bat of them all.

A shudder wracked through the blonde and she sobbed weakly, finally turning to look at Babs head on. The bandage covered the majority of her cheek, left eye swollen still and purple and black bruises covered the pale skin there. "It doesn't matter, does it? I still lost. He didn't...he didn't even let me see him. I didn't even get to tell him I was sorry." She gasped out, feeling like her chest was moments away from caving in on itself.

"Ra's—" Even saying his name turned Steph's stomach and she paled considerably, shaking her head and going silent instead of finishing her thought. "...I killed him, Babs. He chose to save me. I'm not worth that."

BABS: "Don't you ever, ever say you are not worth it. Steph–" Barbara moved her hand to cup Stephanie's cheek, running a thumb gently to wipe away the tears. Gentle for bruises and cuts and injustices. "Look at me. You are worth more than you will ever know."

Stephanie had shown up in Barbara's life during a time in which she thought she'd never be happy again. Not truly, not easily. She'd tucked herself away so completely, both physically and emotionally, even her doctor was beginning to question why she never smiled. It took time, but Stephanie changed all of that. Stephanie with her quips and determination and bright smiles even the face of overwhelming odds. Stephanie who plowed through Barbara's warnings and walls.

She was worth it. And clearly Tim Drake thought so as well.

"Ra's is vile, and he will not get away with this." Her voice cut, no room for argument. "He's the one to blame. You did not make him take you, you did not make him take Tim, you have nothing to apologize for. The only one who benefits from you blaming yourself is him. Don't let him make you doubt yourself."

STEPH: Steph's eyes reluctantly shifted over to look at Babs' face, heart dropping. Her eyes fluttered shut weakly at the touch to her cheek and she let out a weak sob. This was Babs, the one who she strived so hard to be good for. To impress and make proud. Her doubt and fears in herself made her step away from the Batgirl mantle she had been so attached to. She saw the good in her even when Steph didn't see it herself. So why was she having such a hard time believing her in saying she was worth it.

"I don't know what else to do, Babs." Steph whispered weakly. The dark cloud that hung over her head seemed to infect every crevice and corner of Tim's room, it was saturated in her devastation. "I'm hanging up the suit. I can't be Spoiler anymore. It's...it's tainted now. All I can think of when I even try to think of going out again is how I let Tim down." Maybe next time you'll be more careful. Maybe next time you'll be more careful. Maybe next time—

The tears wouldn't stop. She didn't know how to make them stop, rolling down her cheeks and her breath hitching with each staggering breath. "I don't know what to do anymore."

BABS: Barbara paused, running a hand along the top of her thigh. She couldn't feel it, she hadn't been able to feel it in a long time. It was the getting back up that had been the hardest part. It wasn't that she'd failed, but the road ahead had looked like one failure after another. There were no next steps, there was only a suit on a rack she'd never wear again. But she got up. If only to prove him wrong.

"Do you remember the first time someone slipped from your grasp?" Barbara could. Curse her perfect memory, she could hear it. Stephanie's broken 'no,' and the quiet defeat when she said she was done. Her first loss, and Batgirl was back on a shelf. "You wanted to quit then, too. Being a hero just wasn't for you. But you got back up, Stephanie. You got back up, and you went on to take down the person actually responsible."

Her hand stilled, moving from her lap to the hand rim of her chair in a white-knuckled grip. Bringing up the past was a calculated risk. "You're stronger, better than you think, always have been. Don't complicate what comes next. You get up. Get up because Ra's was wrong to ever mess with you, or because you're stronger than he led you to believe, or to prove you can. Just get back up, and we'll figure the rest out from there."

STEPH: That question took the wind out of Steph. How could she forget? You never forget the first failure. The heart stopping moment where your best wasn't enough. It had broken her. The good guys were always supposed to win, right? That's how it was supposed to go anyways, but life has a funny way of proving you just how wrong you can be. The good guys don't always win, you can't always save everyone.

Babs was right, she always was. There was still the mere thought of grabbing her Spoiler gear and putting it on made her feel sick. It felt almost tainted now, like she couldn't even fathom wearing it when she held that mantle while Tim was taken to his worst nightmare. Whether she was convinced or not, she felt responsible. She could have been better.

"...I don't know how to get up this time. If I get back up, it can't be as Spoiler. I can't do that. Ra's ruined that for me. He...he ruined so many things, Babs. I have to hang it up. I just...I don't know what to do next now."

BABS: "Then try a different suit." The implication was clear. There was a symbol they'd shared once, both making it their own in different ways, but ultimately holding up the same mantle. As resistant as Barbara had been at first, she'd come to find Stephanie wore it well. She'd go head to head with anyone who dared say otherwise.

Unfortunately, the loudest protestor had been Stephanie herself, and the suit had found a familiar home on a rack. Barbara only begrudged her the change a little. Spoiler was Stephanie's, there were no shoes to fill.

But she wondered if Steph knew she never had to fit Barbara's boots, she only had to make them her own. That...

"I've told you before, I'll say it again. The suit you wear, that only gets you so far, Stephanie. Anyone can scare off a mugger with the bat symbol or a hood. The big stuff? That's you. It's always been you, and Ra's will never ruin that for you. Don't let him."

STEPH: Steph was quiet for a long, long moment. The implication was entirely too clear. Batgirl. It was a thought Steph had put in a box and shoved to the back of her mind. It had been a lot, the pressure she had put on herself to manage filling Babs' shoes. She had fallen, terrified of not being enough. She never wanted to let Babs down especially. She had much more faith in her than she thought was deserved.

Tears stung at her eyes for what felt like the millionth time. Letting out a shaky breath, Steph swallowed hard and looked at Babs. Batgirl. Batgirl. Batgirl. It was a loop in her mind on repeat, feeling entirely too much like coming home, yet moving out on her own to face the world standing on her own two feet.

Steph would do this for her. For Tim. For Babs. To show that bastard that he wouldn't get away with doing this to Tim, to her. Letting out a weak noise, Steph nodded rapidly and wiped at her face. "He won't. I can't...I can't let him. Not to me. Not to Timmy."

The fire was dim, burning barely bright enough, but a spark could lead to a flame. The flame could cause a forest fire and Stephanie Brown was a force to be reckoned with now. She'd make sure of that.

[rxdshood-a]

“♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. @consultheoracle

( 📩 → babs ): sorry i left without talking to you.  ( 📩 → babs ): i tried. i did. then i saw the ( 📩 → babs ): the case.  ( 📩 → babs ): i just. fucking stared at it, babs. i just /stared/ at it. it was like i wasn’t even reliving it, it was like watching a ghost.  ( 📩 → babs ): then i had the worst fucking anxiety attack [DELETED] ( 📩 → babs ): i remembered it all again.  ( 📩 → babs ): each fucking hit and how much it burned as i just fucking laid there dying [DELETED] ( 📩 → babs ): sorry. i just. sorry. ( 📩 → babs ): ignore those. 

[springhealer]

      @roseatis​!!

           A SWEET, NAIVE FACE would make the general populace relax -- but for a nin coming back from a solo mission...... to find a lone girl in the middle of the forest in the outskirts of the village of hidden leaf? nothing sends cautious tingles down her spine as much as this. SAKURA observes from the tree tops, crouched and waiting for the moment the other’s guard is down.

                     ( this is no one ordinary. )                      there is a source of power that she doesn’t really recognize.

            as soon as the petite stranger turns, the medic nin makes her move. what’s left is the flutter of her dark cloak as she pushes the other down, hands wrapped around slender wrists. her knee pressed into the slope of her back, gaze narrowed as she takes in the strange apparel. 

          “--- Identify yourself. State your name & purpose.”

[amendcr]

The boy had been training endlessly for a few hours now — and decided that maybe it was time for a small break. RJ needs to be prepared just by chance someone would try coming after him. THEY will eventually, but today might not be that day. He has settled into living the TITANS TOWER thanks to how nice Dick has been to him. He turns around the corner to head toward the kitchen, just to get spooked by nearly bumping into someone. He was quick on his feet, his body moving to avoid the collision. “I didn’t realize you were there — I APOLOGIZE.”

[ @btgrlisms​ ]

[leethompkiinsarchive]

🧦 // @babsxkean​​

Lee hadn’t meant to walk in on Babs changing, but she wasn’t going to complain about it. Her friend was gorgeous, and they’d known each other for years. It wasn’t like it was a terribly awkward situation. “Sorry... The door was ajar, so I didn’t expect you to be getting changed.” She smiled at the redhead, noticing her stomach was slightly swollen. Raising an eyebrow, she leaned against the doorframe, a smile on her face. “I see you and Jim have been busy.” Her tone was teasing. “Something you need to tell me, Babs?”

[unburicd]

“i need a day when there aren’t twenty crises to deal with, but i don’t see that coming any time soon.”

His expression showcases a smirk while shifting his gaze toward Barbara. There has always been a special level of respect reserves for her — viewing the woman as a knight in shining armor ever since he was still just a kid. “I didn’t think we got vacation time.” Jason finally responds after turning away from the dead alien. His combat boots had the blood and guts of these creatures staining the leather — but he didn’t much care. “Do you think this will take all night? I could go for a burger and some fries right now.”

[ @batcoded​ ]

[edgeineer]

❝ i love you. ❞  ||  @cvrsdordr​ .

HIS LOVER’S WORDS ARE A MUTTER,  a mumble almost lost to the calm silence of the room, the cool corellian breeze blowing gently outside their windows. garr shifts under the covers, his head moving to rest on adan’s bare chest while a sleepy smile formed on his face. it was moments like this, the other’s hand running along his back and his side almost absentmindedly, the soft tone of his voice paired with those three little words. garr tilts his head just enough so he can press a kiss to adan’s pec, happily content.

         ‘‘ i love you too. ’’

[webhaed]

OPEN. |  @aphroditetms —  ❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜

Bruised cheek glistened with reluctant tears, dried blood crusted along one nostril and the right corner of his split lip. Peter didn’t really like to cry in front of other’s if he could help it, despite his Aunt and Uncle always reassuring him it was normal and completely fine. Not to him, he HATED being this vulnerable. The woman’s sudden appearance in the alleyway he tried to take cover in surprised him, especially with her BEAUTY. So out of place she looked in the vacant dirty alley, but having warm eyes and an INVITING aura. Her offer was tempting, even if quite strange, but luckily his mind wasn’t too clouded with emotion. He had straightened up from his crouch, dusting off his pants and giving an embarrassed quick wipe to his eyes; wincing when brushing the deep purple and red cheek too harshly in his haste, voice wavering a bit before being cleared, gaze avoiding her’s with looking off to the side but his own concern genuine.

“I-I’m sorry ma’am, who’re you ? Should, should you really BE here ?”