#bro this so all low res

[lassocounty]

It'sa pocketcar

I dint kno who was gonna be the victim here so um amputated levi i guess yay

[atalienart]

✧*:･ﾟArt summary 2024

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[tizeline]

This is it, FINALLY we're gonna see the actual beginning of the story! Episode one! Yay!! So Donnie and April are just hanging out when they find this weird fox-dog-cat-creature or whatever, but before they have time to figure out exactly what it is, they're interrupted by three Normal Human Teenage Boys! Uh Oh!

... okay so the Normal Human Teenage Boys were actually Giant Turtle Teenage Boys. Cool.

So from Donnie's and April's perspective, as far as they know Donnie and Splinter are one of a kind, they've never encountered any other mutants or yōkai before. Both of them have of course always been curious about Don's origins but have never found any lead on where he came from nor how he was created. All of this is to say, suddenly encountering three other mutant turtles like Donnie himself out of nowhere is literally the craziest thing ever for them!

From the Drax Bros' perspective though... they have no idea why this random yōkai dude is acting like he's never interacted with any other yōkai in his life?? Like sure, some yōkai who live on the surface can be a bit out of the loop when it comes to the rest of yōkai-society. Not knowing what a cloaking brooch is is certainly weird, but whatever, maybe he just kinda lives under a rock or something. But then he reacts Like That to seeing their true forms?? What's this guy's deal?? (Give them a second, they're gonna connect the dots real soon lol)

Next part ->

Reference for the Human Drax Brothers! And yes I have made it A Thing that Leo is a huge Shadow fanboy and I will STICK TO IT!

Also in that TMNT x Power Rangers crossover comic, when the turtles were disguised as humans they all had backpacks to represent their shells, I thought that fun a fun concept so they all have backpacks here too lol.

Oh and another thing, when I was showing sneak peeks of the comic to some peeps on discord, it was pointed out to me that that one panel looked like an Omori encounter so I made this low-res edit in like 2 minutes, enjoy

[kxsagi]

i have a little thought / request :> bllk boys (hehe… itoshi bros, shidou and isagi preferably 😮‍💨) with their gf and they re like getting touchy n shit but all of a sudden reader s like noo and the guy s asking why?? and she s like… i havent shaved i have a lil bush rn 😒… and bllk boys are like so?? idc?? then they get freaky or smn idk THANKS FOR LISTENING 😜

“𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

a/n: HELL YEAH

each scenario is set after they come back from doing long-distance for at least a month! (definitely contains suggestive content + AGED UP characters)

ft. sae itoshi, rin itoshi, yoichi isagi, ryusei shidou

𝐬𝐚𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

the soft glow of early morning slips in through the window, casting faint golden streaks across the sheets. the room is still quiet, save for the slow, steady rhythm of sae’s breathing behind you. his chest is pressed against your back, warm and solid, rising and falling in a steady cadence that makes you want to stay right there, still and safe, for as long as the day will let you. 

you’re barely half-awake when you feel his arm tighten around your waist, tugging you just a little closer. his hand, broad and warm, splays over your stomach, fingers lightly brushing over the hem of your shirt in slow, absent circles. he exhales softly against the back of your neck, his lips barely grazing your skin, and even though you can tell he’s still half-asleep, his touch grows lazier, heavier. 

his hand drifts lower, fingertips skimming over the waistband of your shorts. it’s a featherlight touch, but it makes you stir slightly, your breathing hitching just enough for him to notice. he hums low in his throat, half-conscious, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing a barely-there kiss against your skin. 

“you’re awake?” sae’s voice is rough with sleep, raspy and low, the kind of voice that only comes with morning warmth. he doesn’t wait for an answer though. his hand is already slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, his palm warm and firm against your bare skin. he traces lazy patterns along your waist, the touch slow and aimless, more affectionate than anything else. 

he shifts slightly, pressing his chest tighter against your back, and you feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing against you. his lips drift along your shoulder now, slow and lingering, while his hand glides up your stomach, his thumb brushing faintly beneath the curve of your ribcage. he’s barely even awake, but the way he touches you feels deliberate, familiar, the kind of intimacy that only comes with knowing someone in every soft, sleepy morning like this. 

but then you feel it, something hard pressing itself into the flush of your lower back. oh. 

his hand dips lower, letting you know where he already wants to go next. his fingertips graze just beneath the waistband of your shorts, featherlight and teasing, and you feel the deliberate pause in his touch, a silent question, testing the waters. when you hide a smile and shift slightly, pressing back into him, it’s all the answer he needs. 

his breath catches slightly against your neck, and then his hand slips further, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of your hip. his touch is firmer now, more purposeful, his thumb slowly tracing along the dip of your waist as he pulls you tighter against him. you feel the slow, deliberate drag of his lips against the back of your neck, soft and lingering, but when you tilt your head slightly, giving him more space, he takes it. his mouth trails lower, leaving a line of lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, teeth grazing lightly just to hear your breath stutter. 

“you’re so warm,” he murmurs against your skin, voice thick with sleep and something else, something deeper. his hand drifts upward again, pushing your shirt higher, his palm flat against your stomach as he drags his fingertips along your ribs, slow and reverent, like he’s savoring every inch of skin he finds. his lips find your jaw next, and he doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop touching – his hands, his mouth, every slow, deliberate caress making it clear that he has no plans of letting you get out of bed anytime soon. 

“um, sae…” you breathe out, trying not to interrupt the tension as soon as his hands begin to pull down your panties. “i haven’t shaved down there in a while. it’s… grown quite thick.” 

when you don’t hear a response, you turn your head around, being met with narrowed eyes, practically glaring at you with teal daggers. 

“so? i don’t care.” 

“you… you sure?” 

sae doesn’t answer. instead, he climbs over you, pulling the white duvet over his back as he leans down, placing himself in between your thighs, prying them open with his calloused palms. 

“why’re you hiding from me? you think i haven’t already memorized every inch of you?” 

he moves his hand slowly, fingers splaying wide on your lower back to press your body closer against his. the heat of his skin makes it impossible to tell where you ended and he began. 

and just before closing the distance, he pauses, his lips barely brushing yours, holding you in that sliver of space, as if waiting for you to give in first. “tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, but there’s no hesitation in his touch when his hand slowly slips lower. 

a/n: guys sae would make fun of my bed hair and i would threaten to make his bangs worse

𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

a/n: header art credits go to paresseux_0_0 on X (ALSO RIN HOLDING A POCARI SWEAT BOTTLE??? I LOVE POCARI SWEAT)

the kitchen was quiet, save for the faint hum of the fridge and the occasional soft creak of the floorboards beneath your feet. the clock on the wall ticked just past midnight, but neither of you cared. you were both half-awake, wandering into the kitchen in search of something to satisfy your late-night cravings. 

you shuffled toward the counter, already opening a cupboard, but before you could even reach for a snack, rin’s hand was suddenly at your waist. firm. deliberate. he didn’t say a word, just turned you around with that same cool, indifferent expression he always wore, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. and before you could process it, his hands were gripping the backs of your thighs, lifting you with ease. 

“wha –” you barely got the sound out before he placed you on the counter, the cool surface making you shiver slightly. your legs instinctively parted just enough for him to step between them. 

his hands didn’t leave you. one slid along your waist, tugging you closer to the edge, while the other slipped behind your neck, fingers threading into your hair. and then his mouth was on yours. slow at first. purposeful. his lips were warm and firm, moving against yours with a lazy confidence, like he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. 

he kissed you deeper, his grip tightening ever so slightly, and you let out a soft sound against his mouth. that was all it took. his hand on your waist flexed, fingers curling into the fabric of your hoodie, and his lips grew more insistent. he angled his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours with slow, deliberate strokes that made your chest tighten. 

the edge of the counter dug into the backs of your thighs as he pressed closer, his hips slotting between your legs. his hands roamed without hurry, one sliding beneath the fabric of your hoodie, his fingertips skimming your bare skin. his touch was slow but sure, tracing idle circles along your waist, his thumb brushing just beneath your ribs, making you squirm slightly. 

when he began to take his clothes off, telling you he wanted more, self-consciousness started to creep in. but before you could say anything, rin caught you, his fingers wrapping easily around your waist. 

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes half-lidded, heavy with something deeper. his expression was calm, cold, and unreadable, just like always, but there was a slight crease in his brow, a flicker of something softer behind the detached facade. 

“don’t,” he muttered, his voice low and steady, almost flat, but there was a roughness in the way he said it. “you’re fine.” 

his thumb slowly stroked the inside of your wrist before he brought it to his lips, brushing a faint kiss against your skin. his other hand slipped back to your waist, warm and sure, fingers spreading wide over your hip as he tugged you closer again. 

“you don’t have to hide from me,” he murmured against your jaw, his breath warm and slow. “i want you. all of you.”

and then he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate, his hands anchoring you against him, making it clear that neither of you would be heading back to bed anytime soon. 

𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: header art credits go to aimyy.az on tik tok

the night sky sprawled wide and endless, stars flickering like scattered embers. the moon hung low, silver and heavy, spilling soft light over the earth. a faint breeze stirred the darkness, and for a moment, the whole world felt hushed beneath the weight of its beauty. 

the urge to bask in the view for longer was greater than anything else, but unfortunately, like most summer nights, the temperature was dropping by the minute. 

“i’m gonna go back in the car, it’s getting cold,” you say, already shivering and feeling the goosebumps on your skin. 

“wait,” isagi calls, reaching out for your hand and opening the door to the backseat. “let’s sit in the back.” 

you barely have time to register the warmth of the car’s interior before isagi is tugging you closer, guiding you into his lap with a firm grip around your wrist. his large hands are warm – hot, even – compared to the chill still clinging to your skin, and the contrast makes you shiver slightly. he notices. of course he does. 

“still cold?” he murmurs against your hair, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. his hands are already moving. one slides beneath your jacket, fingers brushing along your waist, slowly pushing the fabric aside like it’s in his way. his other hand stays on your thigh, heavier now, kneading absently, but there’s nothing aimless about the way his thumb strokes slow circles over the sensitive skin just above your knee. 

he shifts slightly, leaning back against the seat and pulling you further into him until your chest is pressed flush against his. his nose grazes your cheek as he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath trailing along your skin. and then his lips find the corner of your jaw, barely brushing at first, but then lingering. slow, deliberate. he tilts your face toward him with a gentle nudge of his fingers beneath your chin, and you barely get the chance to catch your breath before his mouth is on yours. 

his hands wander. one drifts up beneath your sweater, fingertips skating along your bare skin, tracing the dip of your spine with featherlight strokes that make you arch slightly into him. the other slides further up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your shorts higher, his thumb pressing just firmly enough into the soft skin to make you squirm. he catches the small sound you make against his lips, swallowing it with a low hum of satisfaction. 

isagi breathes, lips brushing yours between kisses. “still not warm enough, huh?” his voice is low, rougher now, and there’s a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. his hand on your thigh flexes, fingers pressing deeper into your skin before slowly dragging upward, making it very clear that he has no intention of letting you feel cold again. 

then he takes it a step further. without breaking the kiss, he suddenly leans back slightly, pulling his hands away just long enough to grip the hem of his shirt. in one smooth motion, he tugs it over his head and tosses it somewhere behind him, not caring where it lands. the heat of his bare skin meets the chill still clinging to yours, and he exhales sharply when you press against him, your cold fingers splayed over his chest. 

“mmm, that’s better,” he mutters, voice husky, half-lidded eyes watching you as you trace along his skin. his arms snake around your waist again, pulling you impossibly closer. the warmth of his bare chest against you makes you hum softly, and he smirks at the sound, fingers curling into the fabric of your jacket, slowly tugging it off your shoulders. 

“c’mon,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours again, slow and teasing. “need you to warm up properly.” his hands slide along your back, pressing you flush against him, wanting to be skin on skin. 

he’s already taking off your layers, but when he gets to your shorts, you stop him. “wait…” 

isagi pauses, concern flooding his eyes for a brief moment. “what’s wrong? am i taking this too far? i’m sorry, i –”

“no no, it’s not that,” you chuckle, a melody that lifts the tension in the air effortlessly. “i just… haven’t shaved. so i kinda have like… a bush down there, you know.” pink heat rises to your cheeks, embarrassed at your acknowledgment. 

“so?” isagi smiles. “it doesn’t matter, you’re still beautiful to me just the way you are.” 

an appreciative nod is the only gesture he needs for the approval to start taking everything off. the night won’t end until he’s deep inside of you. 

𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮

the fluorescent lights in the dressing room buzzed softly overhead, casting a pale glow against the white walls and full-length mirror. you were standing in front of it, tugging at the hem of the dress you were trying on, inspecting the fit with a slight frown. the fabric clung a little too snugly in places, making you shift awkwardly, fingers twitching to smooth it down. 

“looks good to me.”

shidou’s voice came from behind you, low and teasing, and you caught his reflection in the mirror as he leaned against the doorframe with that familiar, cocky smirk tugging at his lips. his arms were crossed, but his gaze was anything but casual – it was slow and heavy, roaming over you with blatant appreciation. 

“you’re not supposed to be in here,” you mumbled, shooting him a half-hearted glare, but the flush creeping up your neck gave you away. 

“mmm, then you should’ve locked the door,” he hummed, voice smooth and lazy with laced innocence. he pushed off the wall and took a slow step forward, closing the space between you. his arms snaked around your waist from behind, his palms splaying wide over your hips. “too late now.” 

his voice was warm against your neck, and before you could protest, he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss against the curve where your shoulder met your neck. his fingers skimmed over the fabric of the dress, tracing the edges like he was already mapping out the fastest way to get it off you. 

“ryusei…” you warned softly, glancing at the door, the faint hum of store music filtering through. your voice barely came out steady, and you hated how breathless you already sounded. 

he let out a soft, dark chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. “relax,” he purred, “no one’s gonna come in.” his lips dragged along your neck again, slower this time, lingering longer, his teeth lightly grazing your skin just to make you squirm. 

his hands wandered lower, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of the dress, just barely skimming the sensitive skin at the tops of your thighs. you let out a soft, shaky breath, shifting slightly, but then you realized what he was wanting to do. 

“ryusei, i… it’s like a bush down there. i haven’t shaved since the last time we…” 

you don’t continue, because for the first time, you see shidou with concerned eyes. but in a matter of seconds, they quickly melt into soft ones as he catches your hand. his grip was firm but gentle, and he brought your hand to his lips, brushing a soft, slow kiss against your knuckles. 

“nah,” he muttered against your skin, his voice barely above a whisper. his eyes locked onto yours in the mirror, heavy-lidded and dark with something unmistakable. “that’s not gonna stop me from hitting it.”

he guided your hand away, pressing it against the mirror instead, keeping you there with his grip around your wrist. his free hand slipped along your waist, slowly pulling the fabric higher, baring more skin. he was smirking faintly now, but there was a warmth in his eyes, a dangerous kind of warmth, laced with desire and something gentler beneath it. 

“don’t try to hide from me,” he muttered, his voice low and firm, but there was a teasing edge to it. his hand tightened slightly on your wrist, keeping you from tugging the fabric down. he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his breath warm and deliberate. 

his teeth grazed your earlobe faintly before he pressed a slow, lingering kiss just beneath it. “i like you like this…” he rasped softly, his tone dropping lower, rougher with want. “messy. flustered. mine.” 

his hand slid higher along your thigh, fingers slow and deliberate, teasing against your skin. his mouth moved along your neck again, slower this time, his tongue flicking out briefly before he nipped lightly, just enough to make your breath catch. 

“besides…” he exhaled softly against your skin, his voice dipping lower, more playful now. “you’re so fucking pretty when you get shy.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[chelseeebe]

on my knees (for you).

a/n: more virgin!eddie tales WOOO!! i just can’t shake this little pathetic man and i want to write him being so down bad for ever and ever. thinking of some steddiexreader that includes the little virgin boy too…

this is a continuation to seven minutes in heaven but really can be read on its own, it just mentions events that happened in the first fic.

18+. smut. mentions of weed. eddie being horrifically pathetic again. no mentions of y/n.

eddie’s sure you’ve pavlov’d him.

his cock springs into action the second you appear. and see that wouldn’t be a bad thing except for the fact that he sees you multiple times a day, in class or around campus and it makes him look like a dirty perv.

even now, he’s sat trying to kill it off as you sit next to him eating your lunch. thigh brushing against his every now and again and his mind is going wild. he’s trying to think what would happen if he just lifted you onto the table and fucked the shit out of you right here.

well, in all actuality, he’d probably last all of about ten thrusts before busting a nut and subsequently dying of embarrassment. maybe it’s not wise.

the thing is, now you had this little arrangement with each other, his erections had been ramped up to level ten. and he solely blames you for that, by the way.

he’d never known someone to be so eager all the time. you’re like a fucking rabbit. tearing at his clothes the minute you’re alone already soaking your little panties. eddie had debated swiping some last time he was over but had decided against it at the last minute which he sorely regretted the second he got home.

it had mostly just been a lot of you riding him in an attempt to get him to last longer than just a few minutes so you hadn’t really.. experimented much. he didn’t mind though, getting to stare at your tits bouncing in his face as you fucked yourself on his cock? how could he complain?

your fingers wrap around his knee, leaning in to his ear, ‘i’m free for the next two hours.. what about you?’ ever so slowly traipsing your fingers higher, his cock jumping to attention. not here. please not fucking here.

he’s got steve harrington sat opposite and really does not fancy having to explain to him as to why he’s this hard at lunch time.

it wasn’t like it was a matter of life or death but it was just easier to keep doing this without everyone knowing. because then it becomes a thing and nobody wanted that. eddie’s sure at least some people have gathered what’s happening. especially argyle who had woken up rather confused to find you spooning him on your tiny couch, but had just let out a tiny bro? and fallen right back to sleep.

‘i-i have class,’ tentatively placing his hand on yours to stop it ascending any further. eyeing the other participants at the table. oh fuck. steve definitely knew. looking over with a slight glint of humour in his eye, waiting until you re-emerged from eddie’s ear to say something.

the stupid smug prick. he probably couldn’t wait to humiliate eddie in front of all your friends. then he’d swoop in with his blonde highlights and tinted strawberry lip balm. he couldn’t stand it.

surely you weren’t interested in that? really, eddie is the complete opposite of whatever the fuck that is and there’s no way in hell you’d continue to fuck him if you weren’t a fan.

‘skip class for me?’ you whisper into his ear. for me. for me. fuck. he’d do anything for you. you could’ve told him to flip the table so you could fuck right here and he would’ve.

his breath hitches in his throat but he nods quickly, squeezing your hand and dipping his head low. the bulge in his jeans was fairly obvious at this point but maybe if he got up quick enough no one would be able to tell.

your hand vacates his leg, leaving a burning sensation in it’s wake. you’re shoving your shit into your bag, standing from the shared table. oh you meant now. while over your friends were still here. you were going to walk off together. to your room. oh god. that wasn’t obvious, was it?

‘where are you goin’?’ steve asks, watching intently when you jab at eddie’s shoulder to make him move. he does immediately, grabbing his back pack and determining just how he can slide out of here without showcasing his hard on to the world.

‘we’re going to smoke.. that alright with you?’ you remark, hands poised on your hips. eddie loved it when you were like this. his heart racing faster every time you scolded him or pouted those pretty, plump lips his way.

‘sweet, i’ll come!’ argyle sits up straight, awakened by the mention of weed. of course.

‘no,’ you bark, getting fed up of waiting for eddie to stand up and instead grabbing his collar, yanking at the denim, ‘sorry, closed invitation,’ wiggling your eyebrows at the long haired boy.

this elicits a chorus of ooohs from the table as eddie finally slides from the bench, turning immediately to follow your lead. he felt like a massive loser following you around. if you got him a leash and told him to get on all fours he would. and he likes think that that’s understandable.

‘oh my god they’re so annoying,’ you hush, his legs rushing to catch up with your irritated strides. did he look like such a lost dog to other people? not that he cared much.

‘i know.. it’s steve,’ he replies, realising that there was probably too much venom in that response to pass it off as something casual. yeah, maybe he was still a tiny smidgen jealous that you two had such natural chemistry. he is human after all. anybody would be.

‘he’s an ass but it’s all of them, so nosy,’ you chuckle, linking your arm with his now that you’re out of view of your prying friends.

he had wondered if you were ashamed of him, or to be seen with him at least. it was understandable, you were literally smoking hot and he was.. a pathetic little nerd who was completely obsessed with you. but to stand up and quiet openly lead him off to your room in front of everyone, maybe you weren’t.

‘you’re not like.. ashamed to fuck me, are you?’ regretting it the instant it came out of his mouth. he didn’t want to know the answer really. and even if you were, he wasn’t going to complain. it’s not like girls were falling at his feet, let alone girls as pretty as you.

‘no!’ you hit his arm, expelling the breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding, ‘eddie be serious, it’s not like they don’t all know anyway,’ rounding the corner to your house.

he had snuck in a multitude of times over the last few weeks, in fact it was every day at this point. running up the stairs past nancy’s room, thinking how much easier it would be if you were on the ground floor. then he might be able to shuffle through your window and back out in the early hours.

you fumble for your keys, knowing that the house would be empty at this time and quite proudly let him in the door. he doesn’t reply to your answer because he had assumed that the pair of you were successful at being incredibly sneaky.

‘do you have a problem with it being a secret?’ you ask, the door slamming shut behind you.

oh god no. even if he did, he’d never tell you in fear of ruining it all. the only thing he wanted to do was to rub it into steve’s annoying face. ha ha. this massive loser had gotten into your pants before he had. well, at least he thinks.

‘no,’ it comes out sounding more like a question than a statement, which he chastises himself for straight away. if he had half the confidence any normal person had, he would’ve stopped this conversation in its tracks. shoved you back against the wall or something and shut you up with his mouth.

‘no?’

‘yeah, no,’ he repeats, sounding much more assured in himself.

‘good,’ you mutter and he notices the glint in your eye, hints of a smirk beginning to appear. he blinks and you’re stood before him, eyeing up his lips. his jeans had just got a hell of a lot tighter.

isn’t it crazy that someone’s eyes could have that affect on someone? or actually, how just the sheer presence of them in the room could have someone stumbling over their words.

‘i.. don’t care at all,’ staggered breaths as he’s backed up against the wall, shoulder blade hitting into one of the framed pictures on the wall. he wants to yelp at the pain but instead keeps his eyes solidly on yours.

he’s been practicing you see. watching any and all videos he could find of how to be a dominant man alongside copious amounts of porn and had gathered a bunch of mens help magazines. they were supposed to teach him how to be more strong willed, to flip the upper hand over to him.

except, they’d really done nothing at all. well actually, he’d now discovered that his hand was no longer sufficient compared to the earth shattering orgasms you’d given him. if there was a way for him to bottle that feeling, he’s sure that it’d be more addicting than heroin. probably make more money, too.

‘shall we go upstairs?’ you ask, eyelashes fluttering. yes. god yes. he’s desperate to get upstairs and into your room so he can disappoint you for five whole minutes this time.

‘yes.. yes please,’ his chest rising and falling rapidly. everything he had practiced had gone to shit the second you’d touched him. brilliant. 

you simply smirk, grabbing his hand to lead him up the stairs the exact same way you had the last five nights of this week.

shoving him into your bedroom and kicking the door shut behind you. you’re ferocious with it. and he wonders if you needed him as badly as he needed you. he just longed to be inside of you or next to you or just in the same room as you. he needed that feeling pumped into him intravenously.

you’re on him the second the door’s shut, grabbing at his chest, his shirt and his pants all at once. pushing him back towards your unmade bed with such urgency that he stumbles, pulling you on top of him. your lips are everywhere, pecking at his jawline and his neck. going over the violet markings you’d left previously. he was embarrassed about them at first but had quickly learned to appreciate them and the fact that you weren’t afraid to mark him.

you’re shuffling out of your jeans already, kicking them off of your ankle as you rest your knees either side of his thighs. he only notices because the frilly lace waistband of your panties catches against the button on his jeans. are these what you wear normally or is this something you did for him?

a low moan is pulled from his throat when your skilful fingers unbutton his jeans and make their way onto his rock hard cock. did you paint your fingernails for him too? the shimmering violet looked so good wrapped around his cock. he’s sure any colour would as long as it was on your hand.

‘always so hard for me, aren’t you?’ you mutter against his neck, still fondling his sensitive balls. his toes curl in his socks, keeping both feet firmly on the floor in an effort to ground himself.

there’d been a few instances of him cumming.. prematurely. and by prematurely he means, the second you touched him. he blames those times on the weed though. it was the only reasonable explanation.

‘s-sit on my face,’ he blurts out, unaware of what dark hole that had come from.

your eyes narrow, gazing down at him with your mouth hung open. that was definitely the wrong thing to say. he’d seen it in this one video and had started salivating at the thought of your pillowy thighs wrapped around his ears.

eddie hadn’t quite been able to make you cum yet. like, he was certainly making progress and you’d gotten close a couple of times but you had ultimately had to get yourself off. which he loved to watch.. he just wanted to be involved. he lived in pure amazement at how you just seemed to get there so quickly. sometimes it wasn’t even a minute with your hand between your thighs and you were whining and writhing around. how?

‘eds.. that’s- are you sure?’ eyeing him cautiously. why didn’t you just trust him? he’s pretty confident he had the technique down, ashamedly having practiced on his hand one night. yeah, that was awkward.

and the erection it had given him was too.

‘i’m sure.. please,’ he had figured out that as soon as he begged for something, he pretty much got it. maybe you had a fetish for pathetic men or something but all he had to do was plead a little and you were pouncing on him.

‘do you even know-,’

‘-yes i know what to do,’ he barks a little hastily. at least now you’d either punish him or would listen to him. either was fine.

you eyebrows fly up your forehead and he thinks for a second that he’s really in the shit. his cock jumps at the thought of you slapping him again or even better, wrapping your hand around his neck like you’d done the other day. now that really got him going.

‘okay.. but if it’s too much let me know,’ lifting yourself from his waist and shuffling upward towards his head. he’s drooling just thinking about it. wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs just as the man in the video had. he could keep you in place perfectly like this.

‘come on,’ he sighs, watching as you slide your underwear down and off to the side, stopped just before his eager, salivating mouth. everything he had practiced came down to this very moment and he was more than ready to show you what he’d learned.

‘you’re so bossy now.. i don’t like it,’ frowning down to him, hand coming to hold onto your headboard. he had hoped that you’d pull on his hair again but was for sure not going to ask. ‘remember to tell me if it’s too much.. slap me or something, i’ll know,’ biting down onto your bottom lip.

he nods quickly, eyes sliding away from yours to your pussy poised above him. now, he didn’t have any much experience with pussy but he’d say that yours was perfect.

without wanting to waste anymore time, he pulls you down onto his mouth, tongue immediately lapping at your folds. just the way he’d practiced. he didn’t really have any preconceptions of what pussy would taste like but he’s pleasantly surprised. he’d keep you here all day if he could, who needed to breathe anyway?

‘ho-holy shit,’ you remark, clawing at your bed frame for a little balance. he thinks that’s a good thing, eyes trained on your face to determine whether he was doing this right or not.

his tongue slides up, circling around your sensitive clit. yeah, that’s it. he can tell when your eyes roll into the back of your head, hips stuttering on his face.

‘jesus eddie,’ you breathe, just hearing his name tumble from your lips does fucking wonders for him. it’s all the encouragement he needs to continue his assault on your cunt.

he murmurs something in utter gratitude when your hand leaves the headboard to instead tangle into his hair. mouth vibrating against your pussy which is another hit. the gorgeous sounds of your moans fill the room, only slightly muffled by your legs over his ears.

it’s now or never. he has to pull out the big guns.

tongue leaving your clit to slide into your dripping hole. soaking his chin, his lips and probably his shirt in your arousal. he didn’t mind one bit. it’s like a badge of honour to know that he was responsible for the mess.

‘fuck,’ you hiss, fisting his curls as your eyes squeeze shut. eddie wants to scream when your eyes roll back, his fingers digging into your fleshy thighs.

oh my god. this was paradise. utter heaven. his heart swelling a little knowing that you were cussing fretting because of his mouth. you were so gorgeous from this angle. well, from all angles but particularly this one. looking totally blissed out on top of him, your lips opening to let out the most insatiable noises he’d ever heard.

your fingers yank at his curls, legs trembling around his flushed face, ‘i’m gonna- eds, i’m cumming,’ thighs clamping around his head as your hips roll forward on their own, trying to escape the overstimulation.

eddie’s desperate to keep you there, using his palms to hold you steady while he’s literally making out with your pussy. lapping at your clit, at the juices that now covered his face. except his stomach tightens, slowing his pace until he realises what’s happening.

oh shit.

his hips buck up into the air on their own and his boxers feel incredibly wet and sticky. he’s just came in his pants by eating you out. that’s ridiculous. utterly unbelievable that someone could be that tragic.

you were definitely going to laugh at him when you realised but there’s literally not a chance that he could hide that. he lets go of his grip on your thighs, moving one hand over his crotch as you shuffle off of him.

bastard. pathetic fucking bastard.

you hadn’t even touched him yet. how was he going to explain that? i’m just so sickly obsessed with you that i came in my pants. that didn’t sound like anything a normal person would say.

his eyes remain shut, laboured breathing as his mind attempts to take him out of this room and far, far away. it’s not fucking working. especially not when he can hear your panting next to him, the rustling of the sheets as you sort them out.

your eyes travel to his covered crotch with a confused expression until you notice the dark latch and it finally clicks. ‘did you cum in your pants?’ you exclaim and he thinks that this right here might just kill him off.

he nods quickly, point blank refusing to open his eyes. it was easier this way, at least his tears of embarrassment would be somewhat hidden. you could’ve just done the polite thing and ignored it. made up some excuse about going to class and then you could disappear from his life. god, why did you have to be such a-

‘that’s so hot,’ you continue, cutting his thoughts short at just the right spot. pressing your warm body into his side as you settle into bed.

‘what? no it’s not..�� brave enough to open his eyes to look at you, confusion plastered over his face. surely you were just joking. no woman in the history of the world would find his inadequacy hot.

‘who are you to tell me what i can or can’t find hot?’ prodding at his cheek, offence ribbed throughout your response.

this surely requires a marriage proposal or something of that nature, right? like, there’s not a possibility that he could ever let you get away now.

his lips twitch into a smile, taking his hand from his crotch to wrap his arm around your shoulder. the confidence was next level and almost unheard of but he had to show you a little appreciation after you’d just told him his premature orgasm was attractive.

‘don’t ever tell me what i can and can’t like again,’ you jokingly warn, resting your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

he speaks up after a few moments of silence, unsure of if you’re even still awake, ‘thank you.. for letting me do that,’ staring up at the ceiling. eddie thinks that he likes eating pussy. really likes it. especially yours.

you laugh sleepily, throwing an arm over his torso. it’s music to his ears. if making you cum was top priority, then making you laugh was a solid number two.

‘you don’t have to thank me every time,’ yawning into his chest. it’s technically still the middle of the day but if you were going to sleep, he sure as hell wouldn’t complain.

instead he’d lie there as still as he possibly could. kinda like when a cat falls asleep on your lap and you just can’t move for the rest of the day. he’s prepared to take that sacrifice.

-

he must’ve dozed off at some point too because he wakes up to a short knock on your bedroom door.

you’re dead to the world. completely unaffected by the sound, curled into the blanket. super adorable with your cheeks squished togeth-

the door knocks again and he jumps up, not wanting whoever it is to wake you. he hadn’t exactly thought of the consequences of answering your door. half naked at that.

‘oh! eddie.. wasn’t expecting you,’ nancy responds, eyebrows flying up her forehead. he’s such a moron. it would’ve been ten times easier to just ignore the door because now he had to explain why he was stood in his underwear in your room.

perfect.

‘oh yeah.. got too high.. had to sleep it off, yanno?’ chuckling awkwardly, desperately trying to hide behind the door. he hopes to the high heavens that his boxers aren’t stained. he’d either look like the worlds biggest creep or like the completely pathetic freak that he was. he wasn’t keen on either option.

only you could know just how pitiful he truly was.

her eyes travel to his bare legs and back up again, ‘uh huh.. well, we’re ordering pizza if you two want in..?’ giving him a tiny smile. she’s so polite that now he just feels weird. god dammit, they’re friends, his pasty little legs being out should not make him feel so exposed.

‘oh yeah uh.. i’ll ask her,’ glancing over to your very unconscious state on the bed. he wasn’t keen on the idea of waking you but did think that it’d be rather unforgivable if he didn’t. plus he was hungry.

‘okay.. don’t take too long,’ wiggling her eyebrows at him and disappearing off back downstairs. shutting your door with a quiet click.

fucking nancy wheeler and her politeness.

he slinks back over to the bed, shaking your shoulder ever so gently, ‘hey.. wake up,’ trying his hardest not to alarm you.

it works somewhat, your eyes springing open as you wake. blinking up at him from your blanket cocoon. he feels terrible but man’s gotta eat. it does occur to him now that it would’ve been a pleasant surprise to wake you with a pizza rather than just so abruptly.

‘wha- what?’ rubbing your tired eyes as you come to. you’re so cute like this, he wouldn’t mind waking up to this sight every morning. okay, maybe he’s getting ahead of himself here.

‘er.. they’re ordering pizza.. nancy asked me if you wanted anything?’ still standing sheepishly over your bed. his eyes trail down to where your thigh had poked out of the duvet, how they were keeping his face warm barely a few hours ago..

‘oh,’ you sigh, ‘yeah.. just cheese please,’ snuggling back up into the bed, ‘there’s a twenty on my desk, get whatever you want,’ closing your eyes again.

‘oh.. okay,’ he nods, even though you obviously can’t see him. deciding that this time, he’ll be more appropriately dressed to converse with your roommates. seemed like the right thing to do. plus he’s sure robin would definitely have plenty to say if he came downstairs half-dressed. and none of it good.

he ignores the money on your desk. as fucking if he’d let you pay for your own food after you had so graciously fed him earlier. not happening. like, ever again.

following the voices into your kitchen to find nancy and robin sat around the kitchen island, phone poised in her hand ready to go.

‘you’re in luck, i was just about to call.. what d’you want?’ robin asks, raising a singular brow. nancy had obviously filled her in on what had been behind your bedroom door.

‘just cheese.. please,’ ignoring how ridiculous the unintended rhyme made him sound.

‘is that for both of you?’ she looks on, a glint of something indescribable in her eye. he wishes he knew how to decipher women. you’re all so fucking complicated and weird. in the best way, of course.

‘uh.. yeah?’ looking on tentatively, unsure of what she could possible be implying.

‘she won’t share, better to get your own,’ she nods. oh. she was being nice. he’s sure there’ll be a catch somewhere.

‘oh right.. okay,’ he fumbles around in his pocket for his wallet, tossing a couple twenties onto the marble. maybe if he covered their food too, he’d get in their good books and would be welcomed back with open arms. he’s sure he could endure that.

pay for food and get magnificent pussy in return. seemed fair.

the two girls sit in silence until he gets to the bottom of the stairs and then robin pipes up once again, ‘will we be seeing you around here regularly, mr. munson?’

he pauses, staring back into the kitchen at the two girls. he’s not sure how to even respond. because actually, he’d been at your house every night this week, right under their noses. and if he were to hazard a guess, he’d be here most of next week too. and the next.

okay, maybe he was getting ahead of himself.

‘uh.. maybe?’ he shrugs, chuckling nervously. robin’s eyes are like slits, staring him down. she’d always been rather intimidating and now was no exception.

‘hm,’ she nods, shooing him off back up the stairs, ‘you’re dismissed,’ still clutching onto the clunky plastic phone.

he disappears rapidly, not wanting to hang around to find out what else she was going to pry about it. eddie reckons that he’s good at secrets, but if he was truly pressed, he’s not so confident in his ability to keep quiet.

you’re awake when he returns to your room, still dozing in bed but awake. he slinks back in, grateful to be away from their prying questions. you’re so sweet like this. not that he didn’t also adore the bossy, demanding side of you but he appreciated the docile part too.

‘you didn’t take my money,’ you point out, frowning at him from the pillow. he shuffles over to your side of the bed, smiling sheepishly.

‘i wanted to pay.. to say thank you,’ he nods, fiddling with his belt loop. he’s aware that you had already told him to stop saying thank you but he truly had to express his gratitude somehow.

‘stop doing that,’ you frown, glaring up at him, hand appearing from the blanket to grab onto his shirt. ‘if i didn’t want to have sex with you, i wouldn’t,’ fisting the material to pull him closer to the bed.

eddie’s not the most sturdy, stumbling and ultimately falling on top of you, just about catching himself before his head smashes into yours. that’d look really good to the girls he was trying to impress if he gave you a black eye, robin would probably get the pitchfork ready to murder him.

you squirm beneath him but your smile says it all, still clasped onto his tee. you’re slightly intimidating like this, well, you were all the time. but especially like this. just mere millimetres away from his face, gazing up at him with those bright eyes. he’s sure they held the glow of a thousand suns in them.

he breathes out shakily, fully aware that his entire body weight was on top of yours, ‘yeah.. shit, sorry,’ far too mesmerised by your eyes to want to move just yet.

‘apology accepted,’ you grin, smashing your lips to his, hand still fisted into his shirt. it’s lazy and messy, tongue creeping into his mouth the second you get the chance.

eddie can feel your thighs move, spreading apart to pull him in closer despite the barrier between you. holy shit. he didn’t think he’d find this so incredibly hot. grinding against you between the blanket.

downstairs, robin and nancy share a certain look when they notice the faint knocking of your headboard against the wall. robin’s nose curling the second she realises just what was happening. feeling the instant regret of ever asking him if he was to be around more often.

[bitbugbites-re]

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 | 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

Headcanons on how your first kiss would go with different RE men

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characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

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cw: FLUFF // first kiss :3 // ktober

a/n: guys this is my first non-nsfw post can you believe it

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Who initiates?

Either one of you. Although, in most scenarios, it's probably going to be Carlos who initiates your first kiss -- he's a very forward guy

Taste?

His breath isn't awful, although it's not minty either. Very neutral?

I feel like if it was planned beforehand, and he knew he was going to kiss you, he might have chewed some gum? Or at the very least used mouthwash, flossed, scraped his tongue, etc.

He also strikes me as very spur-of-the-moment though, so I feel like in most situations there would be no planning and he'd just go for it. (fuck it, we ball!)

Is there tongue?

...maybe.

No, yeah, this dude would try using tongue on the first kiss LMAO

He'd ease into it though! It wouldn't be straight away.

I don't think it'd be bad if he did, either??? I feel like he'd know what he was doing and it wouldn't be like. AWFUL.

Are they touchy?

YEAAAAAAH !!!!!

You got boobs? They're gonna get squeezed. You got an ass? It's being rubbed. You got arms? They're getting grabbed. You got legs? Already around his hips--

ahem. Conclusion? Yes.

Is it good?

I'd say a first kiss with Carlos, or any kiss with the man at all, would be like an 8 or 9/10. He'd give you the best first kiss out of the other RE men on this list (although, if Ethan Winters were included, he'd easily take that spot. bro's got that supernatural mold-man rizz, or something?)

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 (re: death island)

Who initiates?

Probably you, if it's the movie renditions of Chris. I feel like he'd be waaay more reluctant to suck face as compared to his given re5/re6 personality. Although if there were a bit of teasing and build-up, I could see him getting frustrated and kissing you first.

Taste?

Most likely pretty average breath. I don't think he would really prepare for the kiss if he did know it was coming, though

Not because he doesn't care, but because it just isn't on his mind. I don't think he would think things that far out tbh

He might realize afterward though that his breath could've been STANK. I feel like he would ask and be briefly apologetic over the matter before moving on, and that'd be that

Is there tongue?

No. In fact, I think that if you were to use tongue, he'd probably be shocked and say something about it afterward

Chris probably wouldn't really know how to use his tongue well, either. I feel like he'd just get confused and overwhelmed and go back to kissing you in a regular fashion

Are they touchy?

Semi. I don't think he'd be grabby or overly passionate, but I can see him placing his hands somewhere, like on your hips or arms

Is it good?

Yeah, it'd be a good kiss. Maybe like a 7 or 8/10. Not anything to write home about, but it'd be nice. Just a very regular, low-key interaction

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re2r)

Who initiates?

Either one of you, honestly. If he's the one to initiate the kiss, I can see him planning it beforehand -- it wouldn't be a spur-of-the-moment type deal

I'd also like to note, that he'd probably study up on how to kiss you, LOL. Maybe through Google searches or by watching action movies with romance in them?

Taste?

If he's the initiator and it's been planned -- he's probably going to have a slightly minty taste. Bro is gonna come prepared

HOWEVER. If you're the initiator, you're getting what you get, pal. I feel like he's the type of dude to eat really pungent meals too, like onion-y, garlic-y stuff. Therefore, if this is the case -- good luck, brother

Is there tongue?

No tongue. He'd prefer to share a more gentle, slow kiss for your first.

Again, if you slipped him some tongue, I think he'd be a little taken aback. I don't think he'd say anything, though -- he'd probably just try his best to follow along (although I don't think he'd be very good at it -- I'M SO SORRY FELLOW LEON STANS PLS DON'T COME FOR ME)

Are they touchy?

Not unless you got touchy with him first. And even then, I think he'd be a little hesitant and/or clumsy about it.

You'd probably send him into a mini-panic, tbh. He'd pull through, though.

Is it good?

Depends. On. The. Breath.

If you caught him off guard and he ate some kinda garlic-y pasta or chicken recipe earlier in the day, well...I'm praying for you, buddy. Hard 5/10.

If he's got good breath, then I'd say a solid 7/10. I feel like your first few kisses would be pretty normal, and then as time goes on, he'd work his way up to like an 8 or 9/10 on average -- he'd learn quickly what you like and don't like :P

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

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Have any Dick & Tim fic recs for us poor unfortunate souls? We’re hungry for brotherisms

I feel you anon, there can never be too many Dick & Tim brotherism fics! 😊 I had a great time wading through my bookmarks to pull some recs (and inevitably lose a bunch of time re-reading things lol), so thanks for the ask!

so I've organized the below first by general time period, then categories like Canon Divergence and Alternate Universe. I've also limited myself to fics that have a clear focus on Dick & Tim as the primary relationship (although some of them include other characters or ensembles).

Hope that you find something new that you enjoy, friend!!

A Thousand Ninjas, by @silverwhittlingknife (100k WIP series) - Silver's fantastic epic that covers the span of Dick and Tim's relationship in preboot canon. Some of the individual works are WIP, others are complete - just read them all, okay, you will not regret

Dick and Tim, through the years: from Lonely Place of Dying, through Tim's Robin years, and beyond Red Robin. "Watch me on the trapeze, Tim. I'm going to do my act - 'specially for you." (B 441) "Who the hell are you?" (NT 60) "Dick Grayson is my brother. My best friend." (R 181) "You're my equal. My closest ally." (RR 1) "I can't see him. You can't see him. But I know Robin. And Robin's always there when you need him." (TT/O Secret Files) "You're my brother. You'll always be there for me." (RR 12) "And then I think... no... it's for Tim. For him, a thousand ninjas is just the start of what I would do." (N 138)

EARLY ROBIN TIM

Brothers Have the Worst Timing, by @havendance (1k) - god I love Tim just popping up randomly to be the most annoying little brother ever, and frankly there's no better time for it than during Nightwing/Huntress, when he can bother both Dick and Helena at once.

Tim crashes Dick and Helena’s ill-advised one-night stand; this is awkward for everyone involved.

A Long Fall with a Sudden Stop, by @eggmacguffin (5.1k) - Interesting and appropriately awful take on fear toxin, with a relatively young Robin!Tim having to manage an incapacitated Dick. Also good Dick & Bruce content.

Dick Grayson was not and never has been afraid of heights. However, there were moments, moments in the wake of tragedy, in the midst of doubt, where he was deathly afraid of falling. — Dick Grayson. Fear Toxin.

Little Brothers and Stupid Ideas, by lazarusfell / @gretahayes (2k) - Tim breaking into Dick's apartment to be a neurotic little dork at him, my beloved.

Dick doesn't think he'll ever get used to his little brother's idiosyncrasies. It's like whenever he thinks the kid can't get any weirder, he decides to just blow Dick out of the water with some new abnormality. It's endearing.

LATE ROBIN TIM

lifeline, by me c: (~700) - just a ficlet, but I'm still fond of it, so. set nebulously post-Infinite Crisis, after both brothers' Really Bad Year.

At a low moment, Dick thinks he needs to catch Tim, and he just - can't. Tim catches him instead.

a soft place to land, by unchosenone / @bitimdrake (3k) - set during the OYL cruise around the world; gorgeous brotherly feels and support and absolutely adopted as personal canon.

Tim rubs the back of his head, trying to affect a joking tone. “I knew I should’ve just gone for the new escrima sticks.” Dick is ready to be a good big brother to his grieving little bro. Tim flips the script.

ribbons just beyond the eye, by silverwhittlingknife (5.9k) - you know how Dick and Tim had their island adventure in NW #143, and afterward they had to swim out several miles to where they parked the Batsub because the remote stopped working, and Dick talked about making a pit stop in Palermo to visit a "great little Italian restaurant that serves a great ciambellone for dessert"? Well, this is what happens when they do, and it's lovely.

Two weeks after their fight over the Lazarus Pits, Dick and Tim go on a trip, and Dick confronts some old memories.

RED ROBIN / BATMAN REBORN (Dick!Bats) ERA

Brothers, by KelpieCodyne (8.5k) - a refreshing and measured look at the divisive events of Red Robin, from Dick’s perspective. bashes no one, hurray!

Bruce is dead, Dick is Batman, and his brother is floundering. In a desperate attempt to save Tim from himself, Dick tries some tough love. It does not go the way he hopes. Or - Red Robin's 'BruceQuest' through the eyes of Dick Grayson.

We've Taken Different Paths, Traveled Different Roads, by Sohotthateveryonedied (2.3k) - brothers 🥺 even in the middle of their Brucequest fight, Tim can show up out of nowhere for a middle-of-the-night pajama party and heartfelt talk.

Dick is suddenly very awake. He bolts upright, staring at the dimly lit figure. “Tim?” “Hi, Dick,” Tim whispers. He isn’t in uniform for once, instead wearing a pair of sweats and a shirt that Dick recognizes as one of Bruce’s. Dick was wondering where that went. “Jesus, kid,” Dick exhales, an uncertain mixture of disbelief and bafflement. “What are you doing here?” Tim and Dick are still in a fight of sorts, or are they? Have they made up yet, or is the terrain still cracked? Dick wants so badly to ask, but just having Tim in the same room as him is already more than Dick could have hoped he’d get.

a conversation at 4:30am, by xscintillate / @scintillyyy (4.6k) - Dick having a nightmare that Tim is dead and checking all of his regular napping spots with increasing paranoia to prove that he's alive, my beloved. such a great look at the brothers, suffused with all of the love they still share post-Brucequest.

dick & tim, post RR#12 because sometimes having a conversation might end up going nowhere, especially if it's one you're not ready for, but it's enough for now

the best of both of us, by @ashynarr (7k) - a lovely pair of conversations between Tim and Dick, working through their conflict in RR and reconnecting after everything.

They used to have a routine, involving shitty take-out, shitty movies, and a bit of shit-talking. Dick wants to restart it, after everything. Tim's not sure if it's that easy. Or: After Harkness' arrest, Dick and Tim have a heart-to-heart. It helps, a little.

there's an endless road to rediscover, by @zahri-melitor (1.2k) - post-RR fic where Dick and Tim skip right to affectionate violence as a gesture of reconciliation, which is so delightfully in-character, tbh.

Sometimes the only way to show that you've moved on and forgiven each other is to take a flying tackle from the ceiling. Dick and Tim know each other's demonstrations of affection. Damian doesn't.

When it Rains, by vellaphoria (5.8k) - an exploration of Tim and Dick's (most recent) experiences with sexual assault, so warnings for past rape. really excellent.

After Cass and Tim return from Paris, something seems... wrong. Dick tries to find out what it is.

nightwing and red robin hit the town (or do they?) by xscintillate / scintillyyy (7.2k) - hilarious reversal of the "Tim is sad Dick never has time to hang out with him because Eldest Daughter Syndrome" trope.

Dick just wants to hang out with Tim on patrol, like old times. It's a shame that everyone else seems to have the same idea. It's fine. Dick'll get him next time.

POST-FLASHPOINT / MODERN ERA

so won't you stay, won't you stay (with me?), by dizarys / @dizaryswrites (1.4k) - beware the ANGST, this one really stomped on my heart 😭 but it's lovely

Dick seized his hands, holding tight. A long moment of silence passed. Tim kept time with Dick’s breathing as it steadily returned to an even pattern. "I'm proud of you for asking for help." His big brother whispered. "But I haven't." "I dunno, TimTam. Breaking into my apartment seems like a cry for help." Tim's having a hard night. So where else does he go but to his big brother's apartment? Whumptober Day 12

go past where our feet could touch, by redboard (Ink) / @upswings (1.5k) - this is such a lovely fic about the brothers having feelings about their long-gone mothers, and Dick seeing himself in Tim and processing things in his own life by being there for him (without sharing his own issues, at least that we see, lol). perfect characterization.

Today Tim was calmer, almost cheerful – as if it was any other Saturday afternoon. But it had also not escaped Dick's notice that Tim had gone on a universe-hopping trip to rescue Bruce, and one of the first things he'd done upon returning was, apparently, unbox a lot of photos of his dead parents. "How was the multiverse?" Dick asked.

WE'RE NOT DEAD (WE WALK)., by orpheusaki / @damianbugs (4.9k) - fantastic whumptober fic. the boys go through it, by god.

Dick is overwhelmed for a moment, filled with clarity and inexplicable confusion as he blinks around him bleary-eyed. There's the familiar itching covering his skin, tiny grains of dark sand invading the cuts that have torn through his suit from the crash. He coughs, throat dry and closing with every gasp of harsh air. The desert is as unforgivable as the last time he was here, an empty expanse of dunes that might just be a trick of the heavy sun against the back of his neck. Dick pushes the panic away behind his eyelids, savoring the darkness before opening his eyes again. Immediately, he sees Tim. Unconscious, hunched over, covered in blood and sand Tim. (Dick and Tim get stranded in the desert, Dick is always moving forward.)

CANON DIVERGENCE

long distance, by unchosenone / bitimdrake (1.7k) - A Red Robin era AU where Bruce is actually dead.

Six months—months—radio silence, and Tim is calling him. Dick doesn’t even know where Tim is. He scrambles for the phone.

Holding the Line, by Birdchild / @birdchildsnest (6.6k) - part 2 of the series and the first part is just as good, but more focused on the Dick&Tim&Damian relationship as a whole. In this, Dick is plagued with nightmares about the people he loves falling, and struggles through the resultant insomnia.

"Dick was used to anxiety dreams, even (or especially) ones about falling and failing to catch people. They weren’t pleasant, but he understood that they were his brain’s way of working through buried fears. The garbage disposal of his subconscious. But these dreams were more like the hyper-vivid nightmares and thrashing night terrors he’d had after his parents’ deaths. And they were constant. Every time he closed his eyes. He didn’t just feel rattled when he woke up; he felt flayed open."   (This will make more sense if you've read "Redrawing the Lines," but it takes place before "Season of Darkness, Season of Light," so you don't need to have read that.)

now the little red lighthouse knew that it was needed, by xscintillate / scintillyyy (22k) - beloved Tim never becomes Robin but shows up in Dick's life and becomes his brother anyway fic of my HEART

"Kid," he says, frustration bleeding through, "I don't know who you think I am, but I can promise you, I don't know anything about any companies. You might want to call the police about this, instead." "No, that's just it," the kid says, "I can't trust the police. I think they're in on it. I think I might get arrested soon. I need—I think I need Nightwing's help." in an alternate universe where jason survives ethiopia--dick and tim still find each other.

this also has a WIP sequel, so the little red lighthouse tried to shine once more, which is equally excellent

well, what would you do if you went back in time?, by xscintillate / scintillyyy (3.5k) - yeah, in retrospect Tim's smug know-it-all tendencies would become exponentially worse if he traveled back in time and actually knew everything, lol. of course he takes the opportunity to be a Pest to both Dick and Bruce c:

tim goes back in time, and prevents certain things--but still makes his appointment at the circus with dick and is kind of a menace (aka: snippets from an au where tim goes back in time and makes it so he doesn't become robin...but he's still just having fun going around and preventing everything he can think of regardless and making sure to bother dick)

the time you won your town the race, by silverwhittlingknife (4.4k) - technically WIP, but absolutely works as a (DEVASTATING) oneshot. It's been well over a year and I still have not recovered tbh.

He doesn’t know exactly what Tim would say. But he knows what Tim would do. Tim dies. Dick doesn’t take death for an answer. A Red Robin 12 AU.

the picture frames have changed and so has your name, by zahri-melitor (24k) - a fix-it it fic for Grant Morrison's 2009 Batman and Robin comic run, which infamously has Dick more-or-less forget that he's supposed to have a close relationship with this alleged "Tim Drake" guy. (Little brother who?)

So, in this fic, Dick literally forgets. Tim notices, and investigates. Also wonderfully highlights Tim's relationships with Helena, Barbara, and the Birds of Prey, and sometimes with Damian.

There’s something wrong with Dick. Tim thought everything was getting back to normal. Bruce was alive and back in their timeline, the Birds of Prey were once again operating out of Gotham, Dick had the city well under control as Batman and even Damian had been less obnoxious than usual. And then during a firefight at a warehouse by the docks, Tim was almost hit by a flying boomerang. And Dick never noticed. When something is wrong with your big brother, who else do you turn to but your big sisters?

Dizzy Edges, by Jojo_Squires / @jojosquires (156k WIP)

A Tim-time-travels-and-interferes-to-make-his-family's-lives-better fic which includes the whole Batfam, but is definitely centered on Dick&Tim and the weird itching dissatisfaction of their missing close relationship from the original timeline - which neither of them can even remember that they're supposed to have.

I leap on my email notifs and stuff new chapters in my mouth as soon as they come out.

Tim Drake didn't quite know what he was agreeing to four years ago, but he tried to make the best of it! Using notes from his past (future?) self, he (somewhat messily) tried to help everyone his other self cared for. Now, it's four years later and he can mostly ignore the second set of memories lying in the back of his brain. It'd be much easier if Dick Grayson would just leave him alone. If Tim believed in destiny he might actually think that the universe cared about what was lost. Dick Grayson has spent the last year feeling like he's veered off course. Something keeps itching at the back of his brain. He's missed some clue. Helena Bertinelli's promised to help him crack down on human trafficking, but Dick thinks her foster kid might actually be more help in that department.

First Priority, by avaya29 / @avayarising (6.8k) - okay so Jason does feature prominently in this one but also he's a hilarious outside observer to Dick&Tim's shenanigans. Also, GLUE TRAP.

As the door opened Tim quickly disabled another three separate electronic sensors in the doorjamb by swiping them with a device that looked a bit like a thumb drive. “Walk where I walk,” he said. He took a big step over the doormat, eyed the floor carefully, then took a careful skipped sidestep to another mat against the right-hand wall, where he removed his shoes. “What the hell?” whispered Jason, still standing in the open doorway. Tim pointed up. There was a net rigged up on the ceiling. “Pressure pads under the carpet.” “I repeat, what the hell? After Tim completely derails Jason's beatdown attempt by asking him for a hug, Jason's first priority is to get this touch-starved kid more cuddles. Tim's first priority is to avoid DIck's traps. Jason learns a lot about his brothers and what happened while he was away, and something about himself too.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

Patchwork Siblings, by Raberba_girl (40k) - fluff and whump and we also get both Talon!Dick and regular!Dick being big brothers, which is delightful.

Years ago, young Dick Grayson was taken by the Court of Owls and made into a Talon. When Talon is flung into an alternate universe where Dick Grayson was taken in by Bruce Wayne instead, he latches onto the first familiar person he sees. (Or: Little Bat-stalker Tim Drake is understandably alarmed to find that an undead assassin has imprinted on him.)

5+1 Night's at Freddy's, by cowboymater (6.6k WIP) - okay so this is only the first chapter of an expected six, but it's already a wildly interesting and entertaining scenario with great characterization. my kingdom for 5000 AUs where young Dick and Tim are thrown together into Trials and Tribulations out of nowhere for their brotherly meet-cute.

The 5 nights Tim spent at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza with Robin and the 1 he spent with Batman, OR, this would be the coolest thing that happened to him ever if the animatronics were trying to kill them less, OR, the "Batman meets Freddy Fazbear" fic I found hidden under a loose floorboard in Tim Drake's childhood bedroom.

darling boy, by deitybird (335k) - Fuzzy and funny de-aged!Tim shenanigans, with Dick as his primary caretaker but the whole Batfam getting involved. Author pulls what plot, character, and relationship points they like and want to explore from varied canon (post-Crisis, New 52, Rebirth, Infinite Frontier, Batman the Animated Series, etc.) and fanon to build out that 335k of story, and it's a very fun time. Toddler Tim is such a gremlin ♥

His comm crackles to life. “RR’s suit is in a pile on the floor,” Jason says, voice grim. “But no sign of him. Something bad must’ve happened if he ditched it all.” “I wouldn’t say it’s bad, per se,” Dick replies, gazing down at the kid nestled against his chest. Now that he’s looking properly, he can see hints of his little brother in those small features. “But at least I can confidently say that he’s not dead.” Or: Tim gets de-aged to four. Dick takes care of him.

Under a Parent’s Wing, by IzzyMRDB. (39k) - YMMV on whether this will be your cup of tea, as this is an AU where Dick comes into a parental rather than brotherly role for a younger, AU!Tim, who is also autistic and abused. But it’s also delightful, heartfelt, and a thoughtful exploration of the complicated, difficult situation as given.

Also I would, no lie, read hundreds of fics based on the premise of kid!Tim discovering that THE Dick Grayson (aka THE ORIGINAL ROBIN) is coaching gymnastics classes and using his sneaky determined ways to finagle himself into said classes.

When Tim found out that Dick Grayson was a gymnastics instructor in Bludhaven, he quickly signed up. After all, learning gymnastics from The Nightwing himself is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Dick Grayson is more concerned at the obvious signs of child abuse he sees in one of his students. AKA Dick Grayson, as a childcare worker, is a mandated reporter who knows how to recognize child abuse in his students. Tim Drake, after a lifetime of fear and confusion, learns to trust adults.

[fangirlfrom-hell]

How Many Detectives Are Needed To Sleep A Baby? || Jay Halstead x reader!

Cute and fluffy Jay, wife and baby + babysitter detectives

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Summary: Intelligence unit takes care of Jay's newborn baby while he and his wife are in court. Turns out it is the most difficult case they have worked on.

-"You can't go in there". Platt muttered in a scolding tone to Adam, who wanted to go into the coffee room.

-"Why not?" He asked strangely.

-"Shhhhhh". Kim gave him a punch on his arm. -"Keep it quiet, you're gonna wake her up".

-"Ok, alright". Ruzek kept his voice low. -"What the hell is going on, girls?"

-"Halstead's baby is sleeping in there. Don't you dare to interrupt her sweet dreams, bro". Kevin said from his desk.

-"Look at her. You can see her smile even from here". Hailey said, peeking through the window.

Trudy and Kim followed her.

-"She's so lucky she didn't get her father's mad face". The Sergeant enquired.

-"What do you think she's dreaming about? She looks so peaceful".

-"What's going on? Where's Jay? Where's her mom? What is she doing here all alone?" Adam was losing it, increasing his voice volume once more.

-"She's not alone. We're taking care of her!". Hailey frowned.

-"Adam, please". Voigh silently got out of his office and rushed towards him whispering. -"Would you keep it down? I can hear your voice even with my door closed. Let the baby rest, she's only weeks old and already has seen too much".

The detective opened his arms in a defeated gesture. He had just arrived and didn't understand anything.

-"Y/N is testifying right now, we couldn't avoid it. She and her colleagues published the investigation under their names, so...I couldn't stop it. Jay is by her side. The baby is here for protection".

-"She really is a hell of a journalist". Upton mentioned with admiration.

-"And a very brave woman. We owe her a lot in this case". Hank stated.

-"You know? You would have known about this if you had arrived in time to work". Burgess teases Adam.

-"Is there any news about the trial?" Platt wanted to know, worried about you.

-"Not yet, but Jay said he'll be in touch". The boss stated. -"You know these trials take time".

They weren't conscious about it, but the whole Intelligence squad looked hilarious talking with whispers and walking in tiptoes as they went back to their workplaces.

Time passed and the girl was still sleeping safe and sound, until Adam decided to stand up to stretch a bit and stumbled with some cables on the floor. Naturally, the clatter woke up the little baby.

-"It had to be you, right?" Kim mocked her husband as she helped him stand up.

Hailey and Kevin ran to the coffee room as if they were running a race. It was him who got there first and held the baby girl.

-"There, there. Uncle Kev is right here". He tried to reassure her. -"I had siblings and took care of them when they were babies. I can manage another one".

But after a few minutes, she was still uncontrollable.

-"Ok, it's my turn". Burgess got into the game and took the baby off his partner's arms. -"I'm the only mom here, the only one who has a real daughter. I know how to do it".

-"What are you talking about?" Trudy Platt laughed. -"Makayla was already a grown up when you adopted her!" And she grabbed the baby to accommodate her in her chest. But the crying did not stop.

-"Oh, no. What are they doing to you, sweetie?" Upton grabbed her and laid her in her arms. -"I am her godmother, she knows me better".

The baby Halstead slowed down her crying, but she was still restless.

-"Well, how many detectives do you need to sleep a baby, hum? You don't know anything". Hank Voight gasped. -"Give her to me, I'll show you all". But as soon as she was in the arms of the boss, her crying increased. -"Oh. I've lost touch!"

Jay and Y/N were already at the bullpen, waiting in the stairs. They got in time to witness the fluffy scene.

-"Hey, guys? She's not a rag doll, you know?" Jay said laughing at the scene and his friends turned around with surprise. -"She just needs her daddy's arms''. He took his daughter to stroke her and almost immediately she calmed down.

-"That's not fair". Platt crossed her arms.

-"We brought you coffee". You smiled, leaving the box you were carrying on one of the desks. -"There's not enough caffeine when you take care of a newborn. There's one for each of you, just as each of you like it. Look for your name in the tags".

-"Geez, thanks!" Adam said gladly and balanced the table. -"I was denied entrance to the coffee room the whole morning".

-"I'm sorry". You turned red.

-"Don't listen to him". A chorus of detectives said.

-"She's really calm, it was no problem". Kevin asserted and everyone else agreed.

You approached your husband and as soon as you were in your daughter's sight, the baby started to smile and giggle, throwing little kicks into the air.

-"What? Why are you laughing so much, baby?" You raised your hands and freed Jay's arms. -"Come with mommy, sweetie".

Everyone stared at the scene with tenderness, especially Kim, whose eyes started watering.

-"You wanna hold her?"

She just nodded and took the opportunity.

-"How was the trial? Are you alright?" Platt inquiered.

-"Yeah, I mean it was really scary, but I think it went fine". Y/N hands started to shake a little bit, but she was fast enough to hide them in her pockets. Nobody noticed, except for Jay.

-"She did a great job". He hugged you by the waist, trying to secretly ease you.

-"I have no doubt about it, she already showed us how much of a badass she is". Hank smirked.

-"I will just be more comfortable if you stay in here at least until the Jury deliberates, or as soon as I can go home with you. It's just a precaution, I'm not being paranoid or something".

-"Yes, I agree". Voight followed the idea.

-"Sure. Whatever you think is better".

The baby yawned and stretched herself so adorably, that she caught everyone's attention again.

-"I should put her down to sleep".

-"Alright. Take my seat, Y/N. We don't know how much we're staying here". Jay pointed out.

-"C'me on, Kim. Give the baby back to her mommy".

-"If you need help with the baby or you get bored of these people around, I'll be downstairs". The desk Sergeant winked at you and you smiled back at her back.

-"She won't be bored. She has me here". Hailey pulled a face.

-"I'll take provisions just in case the little one takes the coffee room again". Ruzek rushed to the kitchen.

Everyone else rolled their eyes in a funny way.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Chaotic Night CE: Darius Vogel

This is a fan translation. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not re-post my translations elsewhere. Thank you so much for your support, and I hope that you enjoy the story! ☾.

Worried over the effects of consuming the Queen of the Night extract, they each returned to their rooms.

However, there was one person who ignored the warning —

Kate: Darius! It’s dangerous to go out. Victor said you all should be careful tonight, didn’t he?

Darius was cheerfully leaving the palace, so I frantically stood in front of him, blocking his path.

Darius: Why should I listen to what he says?

Darius: I’d like to enjoy an English Halloween.

He smiled brilliantly, like an angel, not paying any mind to my persuasion.

(I can’t get through to him!)

Kate: Please, please refrain tonight. This is for your sake too.

Kate: We don’t know what kind of changes may happen.

Darius: If you say so, then you will entertain me Miss fairytale keeper.

Darius: I know, let’s go to your room, Miss fairytale keeper.

Kate: What?!

Darius: We can lay low in the fairytale keeper’s chambers.

Kate: B-But.

(…..I can’t let Vogel simply enter Crown Castle.)

It was strongly admonished to keep Crown’s secrets safe.

But I can’t say that.

Indifferent to my worries, Darius slipped past me and walked briskly towards the entrance.

Kate: Oh, wait!

(W-what should I do….what would Darius be more interested in?)

Darius: …..It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this excited.

His murmur struck me with an idea —.

Kate: Queen of the Night! There’s a place where it grows wild in the garden!

Darius stopped suddenly, and looked back with interest.

Darius: Oh?

Darius: I’d like to see it.

[Transitions to the garden]

Kate: It’s somewhere around here.

(…..It’s a good thing there’s no full moon or new moon out tonight.)

Darius: What, how boring. I was hoping that maybe at least one flower would bloom.

I turned around when it sounded like he lost interest—.

Kate: ….[Gasp],Darius, you look

Noticing my gasp, Darius touched the top of his head.

There, were very prominent horns popping out.

Darius: Ohh, I thought my head felt itchy for some reason. So, it was because of this. (Bro, wdym? You didn’t feel them growing?? 😭)

His reflection in the nearby pond looks so innocent, as he happily strokes the curves of his horns.

Darius: In any case — I feel somewhat liberated.

Darius smiles in the moonlight, and coupled with the horns that appeared, he looks so divine it’s almost awe-inspiring.

— Like he were a messenger of God.

(…..Which reminds me.)

Harrison had fox-like ears.

His ability became so strong that he could detect lies just by listening to others.

If Ellis’ briar thorns that appeared on him was due to his sin of bondage, and his ability to restrain has strengthened then —

(Darius’ change in appearance may have to do with the nature of his curse)

(…What kind of curse does Darius have?)

Darius: What is it? I feel a hole will open up with you staring at me like that.

Kate: Ah, sorry. It’s just a bit strange ….

Darius: …….

Silence falls, and his honey-colored eyes look down on me with carefully.

With a gaze that seemed to see through everything, as if they were declaring it.

Darius: Would you like to touch them?

Kate: Huh?

Darius: If it’s so strange that you’re staring at me, then perhaps it would good for you to touch and examine them yourself.

He tilts his head with a smile, while looking down at me.

The overwhelming atmosphere didn’t allow me to refuse, so I reached up to gently touch Darius’ head —

Darius: ….Heheh.

Right as I touched a horn, Darius’ chuckled.

Kate: …

My hand let go immediately,

For some reason, I felt an indescribable anxiousness as Darius continued to laugh cheerfully, and I instinctively stepped back.

Darius: Oh, there, if you step back any further —

Kate: Oof!

I got caught by a hole in the ground, and fell hard on my bottom.

Darius: I see you really don’t disappoint, Miss fairytale keeper.

Not even offering me a hand to help me up, Darius just stands there with the moon behind him, smiling as he looks down at me.

When I tried to stand up, pressed by the uneasy laughter—

I felt a throbbing pain.

Darius: Ohh dear, you twisted your foot.

Darius: —It’s because you directly touched me.

Kate: Huh…what does that mean?

(When I made direct contact this happened to me….So, perhaps this is Darius’ ability.)

Darius: Shall I guess what you’re thinking right now, Miss fairytale keeper?

Darius: Something like, does this mean — that if I touch anyone then they will suffer misfortune?

Kate: ….

Darius: Ah, bullseye. You truly are so easy to understand Miss fairytale keeper.

Kate: ….Do you really have that sort of ability?

Darius: Ahha, should you be asking me?

Darius: Remember, that just because you ask a question doesn’t mean you’ll get an honest answer.

Darius: But all right, I’ll give you a special test, Miss fairytale keeper.

Darius: Since I’m feeling very good right now.

It felt as if Darius was looking down from a lofty place, when he crouched down in front of me, who was still unable to move after falling backward.

The sudden closeness made my heart skip a beat.

Kate: Oh, please wait, no more misfortunes.

A gloved hand mercilessly grabbed mine, and pressed it against his horn again.

Kate: —

(W-what’ll happen now….?)

Darius: ……

Although I braced myself, there was no sign of anything happening, so I sighed in relief.

Darius chuckled and pinched my cheek.

Kate: Uhf.

Darius: ….Is this also a “misfortune” for you, Miss fairytale keeper?

His fingers slid from touching my cheek to lifting up my chin.

His platinum blonde eyelashes slightly lowered, as his gaze fell upon my lips.

His beautifully arched lips slowly approached me —

(I-is he going to kiss me?!)

Kate: W-wait ….!

When I raised my voice, he finally stopped moving.

The reflection of my face was bright red, in his very close, deep, honey-colored eyes.

Darius: Hmph, “wait.” ….You don’t want to?

He was so close that our breathing overlapped, and he smiled even more beautifully.

Darius: You’re as kind as ever. If you’re planning to refuse me, then you should push me and runaway.

Darius: —Ohhh, but you twisted your ankle.

Darius: You can’t run away even if you wanted to. That’s your misfortune right now, Miss fairytale keeper.

He suddenly dropped my hand and stood up, as if to say the prank was over.

Darius: — I guess that you won’t be able to escape from Crown either.

Kate: What?

My heart was beating wildly.

Darius: Would you like my help?

Kate: W-what do you mean —

Darius: Your foot’s sprained, isn’t it?

(He’s talking about that….)

Kate: N-no, that’s okay…..

Frankly, the pain was getting worse, but I didn’t want to show him any more of my pathetic side.

Somehow, I managed to stand up.

Darius: I see.

As I brushed the dirt off my skirt hem, Darius glanced at me from the side and then flipped his coat.

Kate: Oh, where are you going?

Darius: I’ve no further business here. I’ll do as I like for the rest of tonight.

Kate: Well, wait a…..nghh!

Even though I wanted to rush after him, I couldn’t because of the pain.

Kate: Y-you can’t leave the palace! Please lay low no matter what….!

I couldn’t do anything other than call out after the white back that was walking away.

“— I guess that you won’t be able to escape from Crown either.”

Darius’ words swirled around in my heart.

(….I wonder at how much Darius knows.)

What did he mean by that.

At any rate, what is Darius’ true ability….

— As my Halloween night went on, the aftertaste of Darius’ prank lingered.

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Well, well, that was interesting. This is my first full event translation for Darius...I don't know him as well as others might, but I hope I did okay. I'm sure I'll get better with his character over time. But, really? You're telling me you didn't feel those horns growing, Dari??

[undercovergamer]

✨Thoma’s Troubles✨

Idk why Itto is so low-res bro

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Thoma is sad until Itto makes his day better :)

a/n: the word “muzzle” is mentioned, but it refers to the body part of a dog. I’m pretty sure the nose / face area is called that? Nobody is wearing a muzzle, English isn’t my first language. Also, some swears appear.

Word count: 2908

It was a rather gloomy day in Inazuma. The sky was cloudy, the weather was cold, and the air smelt of rain. Most people preferred to stay indoors today, so the streets were emptier than usual. Unfortunately, mother nature wasn’t alone in her sadness; it affected some of the people as well. Especially Thoma…

He let out a sigh after the last customer of the day left Komore Teahouse, relieved to no longer need the customer service mood. He was meant to assist the loyal pooch Taroumaru today, as Ayato had noticed he needed a break from his usual duties.

“Won’t this rain ever end…?” He mumbled, petting Taroumaru’s head to distract himself. He felt grateful for the break, though he still had a lot on his mind.

“Woof!” replied the shiba, his tail wagging as he received pats. The two of them wouldn’t receive customers for a while, so they could just chill.

“Haha, you sure are cheerful today, buddy…” Thoma said with a small smile as the doggo gave his hand a reassuring lick.

“Hm? Ah, it’s nothing, don’t worry about me.” Thoma said, trying to smile in spite of his mood, but he still felt that nagging pain of Sadge™️ in his heart.

“Woof woof!” This clever dog saw right through him, and he was having none of his lies.

“Hey, I’m not-…!” But before the shiba could scold him further for lying, footsteps quickly approached the teahouse’s entrance.

“Hoo! Phew, finally some shelter! C’mon, buddy! Hurry!” The door opened, revealing a slightly drenched Itto with his little bull companion Ushi, both wet from the heavy rain.

“I-Itto?! Oh my! You’re- You’ll catch a cold…!” Thoma exclaimed, surprised to see them entering like that.

“Heh! Oh don’t worry, this is nothin’. Mind if we crash here?” Itto said with confidence, shutting the door once Ushi was in. “I’ve been through worse!” he added with a chuckle.

“L-Let me get you some towels. I’ll be with you in a moment!” Thoma sprung into action right away, leaving the room for a moment while Taromarou went to greet his guests.

“Hahaha! Thanks, man! You’re a real one.” Itto replied, chuckling as Ushi tried to shake himself off. “Hey, hey, be still. Gimmie a sec.” he said, kneeling down to remove the bull’s armor.

“Mooo…” Ushi moo’d with satisfaction, stretching a little before walking towards Taromarou, who had hopped off the counter to play with him.

“Woof woof!” he barked, happily wagging his tail as Ushi replied with another moo.

“Hah! You two sure get along well, huh?” Itto said, chuckling at their cute communication. “Aww, hello, boy! Workin’ hard today, huh? Such a good boy!” He knelt down once more to pet Taromarou, before being “attacked” with puppy kisses.

“Woof woof!” The shiba was happy to see him, licking the oni’s face affectionately, which made him stumble a little.

“Hahaha! Easy there, pal! It tickles.” He said, laughing as he played with Taromarou. “Mooo…” Ushi watched and yawned a bit before he looked around, wondering when the retainer would come back. He preferred to be without chaos for now, wanting to sit beside his master after he’d calmed down.

Meanwhile, Thoma had found the towels, but struggled to leave the room to join the others. He knew they needed to dry themselves, but unfortunately he felt like he couldn’t go back just yet. He knew he should, but the moment he felt tears in his eyes from all the built up sadness, he just wanted to hide. Hearing the fun Itto was having, he didn’t want to spoil it. He knew deep down the oni would understand, being as kind as he was, but he chose to stay to finish crying first.

The playful chaos in the other room lasted for quite a while before the trio realized Thoma hadn’t come back yet. Taromarou had calmed down by then, laying in Itto’s lap with a content expressionon on his widdle face while Ushi huffed to get their attention.

“Hm… hey, shouldn’t Thoma be back now?” Itto asked, petting both animals on their heads.

“Moo.” Ushi agreed, looking to the direction the human had gone.

“Uh-huh… Hey, Taromarou? Wanna earn yourself a treat?” Itto asked with a smile. The shiba perked up and wagged his tail. “Go find Thoma for us, alright?”

“Woof woof!” Taromarou barked with some excitement before he hopped up and sniffed to pick up his master’s scent. He didn’t really need to do this, since he knew where the towels were, but he did it anyway just to be sure.

“Damn it…!” Thoma muttered to himself, wiping his tears away to stop crying. Hearing the door be pushed open by Taromarou startled him, and he almost dropped the towels onto the floor. The loyal dog whined as he walked up to his human, sensing something was wrong.

“Ah-.. what’re you doing here, boy?” Thoma tried to act normal, but couldn’t hide his slightly dampened face from man’s best friend. Taro let out a small growl before barking, basically telling Itto to get over there. “Ah- shh, sshh, don’t-!”

“Woof! Woof woof!” Taromarou huffed and looked at him with big puppy eyes, his tail resting behind him as he felt worried. Thoma was about to say something, but Itto came in just then.

“Aha! You found him! Good boy!” Itto praised, chuckling before he noticed the lack of excitement in the shiba.

“Ah…! S-Sorry for the wait.” Thoma tried to act natural, smiling slightly as he handed a towel to Itto. “You must be cold by now. Please, take this.”

“Ah- thanks, heh!” Itto focused on drying his hair before anything else. He had to be careful not to rip the towel with his horns as he rubbed it against his head.

“Moooo…” Ushi closed his eyes and Thoma knelt down to dry him off. It felt good, he thought.

“There you go, lil- ah, I mean, big guy. Hehe.” Thoma chuckled at his error, but to his dismay started to feel sad again. Emotions are complicated, he thought. He couldn’t hide them from Itto, especially not when knowing he’s so kind and caring. The oni was talking about the weather, but Thoma wasn’t paying attention, trying to control his tears and distract his mind.

“…and it was cold, man! I usually try to brush it off… real men don’t carry umbrellas, I say. I’m starting to reconsider that, though… ugh…” Itto rambled, messing up his hair with the towel as he tried to dry it quickly.

Taromarou whined at Thoma while Itto combed his hair to fix it. The oni glanced at the housekeeper and noticed a sniffle. “Hey…? Are you okay?” he asked.

And that’s when the floodgates opened, of course, at that simple question. He trusted Itto, so his brain was simply wired to let go of his emotions now. He couldn’t say much as he wiped his tears.

“Thoma…” Itto knew Thoma liked hugs, so he sat down next to him on the floor and invited him into one. Ushi wiggled away from the towel to comfort the worrying shiba while the men hugged one another.

“There there, I got you…” Itto comforted, patting the other’s back. Thoma’s cries were mostly sniffles and hiccups. His voice was barely heard. He rested his head against the other, melting into the embrace as he sought comfort. “I’m just so tired…” he said, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

“I get that…” Itto couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen Thoma cry before. It worried him, but he kept focusing on comforting the other. Poor guy, thought Ushi as he stood by and watched, trying to comfort the whining shiba. Thoma calmed down after a while, feeling much better after letting his frustrations out. He wanted to pull away, but simply couldn’t as he rested against Itto, so tired from such a long day.

“You okay?” Itto asked, patting his back as he loosened the hug.

“Mm… it’s been a long day, I guess…” Thoma replied, wiping his eyes again.

“Yeah. Maybe it’s the weather? I mean, it’s pretty shitty today, isn’t it?” he said with a light chuckle, pleased to hear a snicker from the other.

“Heh, yeah. It’s been raining all day. I’ve felt down since I woke up this morning.” Thoma said, sighing. “I guess I got up on the wrong side?”

“Mm, maybe. I know how it feels. It sucks.” Itto replied, adjusting himself as Thoma pulled away.

“Yeah… one thing lead to another, and-… here we are.” Thoma said, hinting as if something else was wrong.

“Mhm? What happened?” Itto gave him a curious look.

“Ah, just… minor inconveniences building up.” He didn’t want to talk about it and hoped Itto wouldn’t pry.

“Ah, dude, I hate when that happens! And it’s always when we’re already upset- THAT’S when our clothes get caught on door handles.” Itto ranted, crossing his arms.

Thoma laughed, and Itto felt glad for that. “It’s true! It really is…!” the pyro wielder agreed, chuckling at Itto’s attitude.

“For real. Ugh!” Itto rolled his eyes before smirking and laughing it off with Thoma. They were still sat on the floor, allowing Taromarou to come cuddle his master.

“Y’know you can tell me anything, right?” Itto asked, patting Ushi who’d come over to join.

“Yeah… I just… I heard some whispers around the estate, and all… I kinda miss Mondstadt, too.” Thoma took a breath and explained as best as he could. Sometimes, certain estate guards were not kind to him. They didn’t think a guy from Mondstadt belonged there, working for such an important family in Inazuma. Their distasteful jabs really stuck with him today, since his mood was already down to begin with.

“It’s not the first time… I’ve already told Master Kamisato about it. Again.” he sighed as he said this, petting Taromarou while he spoke.

“Psh, then you gotta tell them to fuck off! Stand up for yourself, man! Those guards ain’t shit!” Itto said, angry that someone would be so mean to Thoma. He was such a kind soul! He didn’t deserve that!

“Ah, I know… but- well, they’re kinda intimidating, heh…” Thoma chuckled slightly, a bit embarrassed. Ushi huffed in response.

“They’re pussies, actually! What, they can talk smack behind your back, but can’t say it to your face?” Itto questioned.

Thoma chuckled. “They do, sometimes. It’s pretty back-handed.”

“The audacity! Ugh, when I catch them-…” Itto huffed angrily, clenching his fists.

“L-Let’s not escalate anything, okay? I’ll talk to Ayato about it…” Thoma said, smiling nervously.

“You still need to stand up for yourself and tell those guys to buzz off!” he said, now censoring his swears for Thoma’s sake.

“I-… I can’t do that, Itto.”

“Yes you can. Ayato wouldn’t fire you for that, y’know. He’s a chill guy.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. Those guards just scare me too much…” Thoma frowned and looked away, getting nudged by Taromarou.

“Then scare them back. Tell them the big bad oni will come get them if they don’t stop!” Itto said, grinning with some amusement at his idea.

Thoma chuckled. “Itto, they’d arrest you on sight if I threaten them with that!”

“So what? I’m not going down without a fight!” Itto chuckled too, enjoying their newfound banter.

“And how do you think Ayato would react seeing you beat up his guards?”

“If his guards are asshats, they deserve it.” Itto shrugged. Thoma snickered and started laughing at Itto’s goofy arguments.

“Hahaha…! Oh you’re impossible to reason with~!” he teased.

“Pfft, so are you!” Itto struggled to contain his giggles.

“Touché. Hahahaha..!”

“Hahahahaha!”

Once they had calmed from their shared giggles, Thoma felt the weight on his heart lighten. Taromarou wagged his tail and nuzzled him to comfort further. Thoma giggled at the shiba’s antics, feeling ticklish from the way his muzzle rubbed against his neck.

“Aww~ such a good boy!” Itto cooed, smiling at the cuteness. Ushi agreed, giving a small nod he’d learned from the bipedals around him.

“Pfft~ Hehehey!” Thoma protested half-heartedly as Taromarou excitedly pawed at him, licking his face and wagging his tail. “I-It tickles!” Thoma giggled more as the dog managed to push him over.

“Hahaha! Yeah, get him!” Itto joked playfully, laughing along at the scene.

“Itto, help me~! Hehehehe!” Thoma laughed playfully, putting little effort into escaping.

“Haha, fear not, I’ll help ya out!” Itto said, with a rather devious expression which the housekeeper didn’t see.

“Ahahaha! Hurry!” Thoma laughed as the playful shiba licked his ear, trying to push the doggo away.

“Heheh, do I have to?” Itto took his time, giggling at the scene before scooping up Taromarou and placing him aside.

“Hehe…! Thank you…” Thoma chuckled, about to sit up before he suddenly found himself laughing out loud again as Itto betrayed him, tickling him instead. “WhAAHAHA!! Wahahahahait- nohohohohoho!!” he squealed with surprise, weakly pushing at his tickler’s wrists as he laughed and wiggled.

“Instructions unclear, couldn’t let him have all the fun!” Itto teased, playfully wiggling his fingers all around, gently but quickly tickling the other. Taromarou hopped around playfully as he watched, happy to see and hear Thoma smiling and giggling.

“Ihihittohohoho!! Ahahahahahaha! Plehehehease!” Thoma laughed, not squirming around as much as Itto had hoped he would. The tickly sensation of those nails combining with his shirt’s fabric was simply maddening, yet strangely fun.

“Heheh! You want me to stop?” Itto asked, targetting the other’s sides and ribs for the funnie.

“Ahahahahahaha!! N-Not thehehehere!!” Thoma squealed, his eyes squeezed shut as he laughed and wiggled. Despite how badly it tickled, Thoma didn’t squirm too much, but the teasing made him want to roll away and curl up. Itto snickered, finding him oddly adorable while tickling his tummy, making him laugh and flutter his legs. “Mhm? You want mercy yet?” he asked.

“Ahahahahahaha!! Y-Yehehes, plehehehease!!” Thoma finally pleaded, giggling his head off. He was a really ticklish guy; a fact both Kamisato siblings knew well before Itto found out.

“Hahaha! There ya go~ was that so hard?” Itto teased playfully as he stopped tickling. He reached out to help Thoma, pulling him up to sit.

“Haha… huff… haha… that was mean, you know…” He said, too shy to admit he’d needed it.

“Heh! Ya better keep on smiling now, or the tickle monster might getcha!” Itto joked, laughing at the playful shove he got in response.

“Don’t be so childish! Hahaha…” Thoma joked back, chuckling with amusement. Boy, he sure was lucky Itto had shown up.

“Hahahaha! I’m not being childish, I’m just warning ya.” Itto replied, sticking his tongue out in a playful expression.

“As if, you goof.” Thoma chuckled, feeling a lot better than he did earlier today. He was really glad Itto showed up, relieved to no longer have to cry. “Heh… thanks for cheering me up, though…” he said, a bit sheepish since he’d been tickled.

“Ah, no problem. I’m just glad I could help out!” Itto replied, grinning proudly. “And besides, it was really funny seein’ you giggle like that.”

“Oh, don’t even mention that!” Thoma blurted out, embarrassed by his teasing.

“Heh! Or what? What’re you gonna do ‘bout it?” Itto taunted playfully, giggling at the playful banter.

“Tch.” Thoma had to think of something…

“I’ll just tickle you agai-”

“Taromarou, get him!”

“Wh-What?!”

“Woof woof!” Itto’s confidence was short-lived as the shiba sprang up, wagging his tail as he unleashed his nuzzling attack. Ushi huffed and sat a bit further away from the chaos, knowing dang well his master wouldn’t last without squirming.

“Pfft- that’s not fair!” Itto protested, giggling his ass off already as he tried to gently push the dog away. The affectionate nuzzles and licks against his jaw tickled real bad.

“That’s how it started for me, so it’s plenty fair.” Thoma replied, chuckling with amusement. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the courage to tickle Itto himself, so he let his pupper do it instead.

“Hahahaha! Make him stop~! I- hahaha! I cahahan’t-! Hehehehe!” Itto struggled to speak through his giggles, and Taromarou pushed him over just like he’d done to Thoma.

“Hehehe, that’s so cute~!” Thoma cooed, adoring his dog’s antics. It was also really funny how such a small dog could bring such a powerful oni down like that.

“Hahahaha! C’mohohon! Stahp it!” Itto snickered and finally managed to convince Taromarou to let up, giggling as he caught his breath.

“Are you really that ticklish, Itto?” Thoma teased with amusement. He was genuinely curious, though.

“Tch, am not! Shut up…” Itto protested, though he struggled to act grumpy because that moment was simply too sweet not to smile at.

“You sure about that? Taro sure had you fighting for your life there.” Thoma said with a chuckle.

“Psh, that was nothing! It’s not like I was dying from some puppy love.” Itto scoffed, trying to save his pride.

“Mhm, sure…” Thoma chuckled and shook his head before standing up from the floor.

“I’m not lying!” Itto retorted, standing up as well.

“I didn’t say you were!” Thoma replied.

“You-…! Pfft-…”

Neither of them could continue their banter as they laughed at the situation. Itto never failed to bring joy and sunshine wherever he went, even on the gloomiest of days. Thoma felt grateful to have him as a friend; he was always so kind and loving to him.

Perhaps he should seek him out more often…

[olderthannetfic]

re AI fanfics

It would help if people could get over their paranoia for two seconds and see the appeal of genAI to the ordinary folks who use it for entertainment (which is not what the tech bros are advertising it as).

If you can understand that they're enjoying it the way you enjoy a visual novel, that they're doing it for themselves and for fun, you will realise that they have no reason to post it for free and trick you about its origin.

People who are trying to sell generated text or images are a different story, but the few posting on AO3 or pornboards for free have no reason to lie to you, they just want to share something they think is neat. Maybe they want clout or attention, but tons of authors and artists are also posting low quality works for that.

They aren't trying to replace human interaction and they aren't trying to oust you from fandom. They aren't even the ones stealing your fic!

They just have generic taste and low standards for narrative voice and want to share something they think is neat, that's all.

Learn to recognise what AI is actually capable of so you stop accusing people of being robots because they typed teh instead of the, and stop assuming that AO3 is flooded with deceptive AI text that you have to identify by vibes to prevent spiritual harm to your immortal soul, too. There is AI stuff on AO3, it's posted by people who think AI is a fun toy and want to show off something neat they did with their toy. They have absolutely no reason not to label it as AI.

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[stxrrynxghts]

Re-watching Star Plus Mahabharat (3/?)

DISCLAIMER: Whatever I say in this is about the CHARACTERS as per the way this SHOW showed them. The show=/= The Ved Vyasa Mahabharata. Don't want any more controversies, lmao. IF I mention any canon event, I will state IT. So pls, DNI if you can't handle a joke/criticism.

GUESS WHO IS BACK, BITCHES

Bhishma knows what he is doing, eh? There is absolutely NO reason for him to bring an army for ladki dekhana tbh

The soldier saw everything except the flag of the army LOL

If I were Subala, I would fire this shit right away

Why do these ppl say cringe stuf ToT

I mean, I am sure ppl didnt talk like that in old times

Um, Shakuni's wife is right tho? Accepting that you have a high chance to lose is not losing hope na. Matlab ki you cant have fake confidence

Besides, if Gandhari's parents didnt feel like this, then they wouldn't do what they are about to do

Gandhari's maid is present in war discussions between the royal women waah

Now Gandhari is going to fight waah waaah.

Gandhari thinks that her fighting will solve things

Um, girl. So many warriors and soldiers will be fighting in war. If Gandhar loses DESPITE their experience, then one inexperienced soldier being a part of the fight will not change the result na

Krishna is back and he is talking mysteriously again NO

Ah yes. Bhishma wants to "befriend" Gandhar after bringing a huge ass army with him. Bro, read the room.

Not Subala calling Gandhar a servant of Hastinapur ToT

Bro this is why Bhishma goes around claiming brides of all kingdoms randomly BECAUSE OF THIS LACK OF SELF RESPECT

Bhishma saying "vivah ka prastav" but specifying the prince is js-

He genuinely feels that Dhri is an eligible bachelor? Being blind already makes his chances low

Would these ppl accept a blind princess for Pandu or even Dhritarashtra? It also does not help how Dhritarashtra is a shitty human being.

Bro someone give those ministers a place to sit ToT

In MB, every single princess is the most beautiful and virtuous in the world, while every prince/king is a bull amongst men. LOL

Bhishma, I am sure any parent would prefer if their son-in-law was good natured and kind to their daughter, instead of being a good warrior

Yes, Dhritarashtra is capable in every way, except for behaving nicely with anyone -_-

In canon too, he was a shitty husband.

NGL, but Dhritarashtra AND Pandu both were really shitty.

Does Dhritarashtra not know how to be happy?

Ok, you know the shastras, but have you, er, implemented them in your daily life?

Pandu why are you so sweet TvT

TBH this marriage will only bring Gandhari pain and disrespect

SHAKUNI IS HERE YAY FINALLY SOME ENTERTAINING PERSON

I genuinely wish to know if Hastinapur and Bhishma would accept a blind daughter-in-law for one of their princes.

Can't believe that Shakuni is the only one seeing what's wrong here.

See, being with a person with special needs is a huge thing. Some people may not be up for that level of sacrifice, yk? And srsly, why should Gandhari make that sacrifice, seeing that uh...Dhritarashtra does not love her? Sacrifices should be for ppl who you love and who love YOU back, not js because their uncle is Bhishma-

And what does Gandhar get out of this? Prevention of war? Basic rights? Didn't know they are a cadet of the Kurus

The scene of the fireflies flying out of the broken glass symbolizes the end of Gandhari's innocence and happiness, as well as permanently tainting her relationship with her dear brother because of what he is about to do. In this essay I will-

Seeing Shakuni being a feminist lowkey was not on my watchlist

I feel that even if Bhishma hasn't threatened the Gandharas directly, they still feel that he would attack them if they refused. Perhaps he should have, idk, REASSURED them that "oh guys our relations wont be affected if you refuse! :>" but nooooo-

Gandhari, sweetie, I can treat you better, better than he can (iykyk)

The return of Starbharat's cryptic and weird ass metaphorsTM

NO WOMAN HAS A NATURAL PUFF IN HER FULLY OPEN HAIR

i hate the hairstyles in this show

SHAKUNI'S EXPRESSIONS ARE GOLD

not bro going like : oh FUCK when Gandhari agrees to the rishta

Sweetu bacha, dont feel sympathy for your future pati. He is an a-hole.

is...is that a Rajasthani folk dance...in..in HASTINAPUR?!!!!

I remember seeing Bharatnatyam in one of the previous coronations T-T

Why is Dhri touching himself like that ToT

Satyavati has a permanent bitch face LOL

Why are there trees INSIDE the court?!

WOW so, the Kurus want a girl to accept their blind prince w/o even knowing him, but they won't accept her if she blindfolds herself to understand and bond well with her husband?

Satyavati being a bitchy dadiya saasTM

I hate Dhritarashtra

Tags for reach since I'm sure yall forgot this series exists TvT: @zeherili-ankhein @desigurlie @ahamasmiyodhah @theramblergal @ishaaron-ishaaron-me @krsnaradhika @rhysaka @sanskari-kanya @randomx123 @sambhavami @priestessofuniverse @krishna-priyatama

[theomnicode]

Perception bias, round 2 Director's cut, Saigenos edition!

(or basically, how my brain jumps into another topic only loosely related to the original ask)

Thank you @itsmaferart For the wonderful ask again. :)

Warning: Long post ahead

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Perception bias also serves another more...sinister purpose for Saitama. Psychological conditioning. There is potential evidence for deprivation of basic needs, conditioning for violence for protection and subliminal messages for suggestion, among other things.

Being deprived of all these needs is akin to mental torture. But so is facing all of the underlying issues at once via hypnotherapy and cognitive behavioural therapy if the patient is sufficiently dysfunctional in a societal setting like Saitama happens to be. Especially if the therapies are performed...poorly.

CBT has shown to be the most effective intervention for people exposed to adverse childhood experiences in the form of abuse or neglect Criticism of CBT sometimes focuses on implementations (such as the UK which may result initially in low quality therapy being offered by poorly trained practitioners. However, evidence supports the effectiveness of CBT for anxiety and depression. Evidence suggests that the addition of hypnotherapy as an adjunct to CBT improves treatment efficacy for a variety of clinical issues. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and its symptoms have been shown to improve due to implementation of hypnotherapy, in both long and short term. As research continues, hypnotherapy is being more openly considered as an effective intervention for those with PTSD.

In short, in order to heal mentally, Saitama may need to face mental torture because he has such strong willpower and such strong mental barriers shielding his vulnerabilities on a basic primal need. There only needs to be a sufficient trigger.

ONE sent Saitama home to restore his energy levels...because he's going to sorely need them for the upcoming confrontation.

Empty Void's ability to genjutsu people casually and cause parallel shifts in the reality and using these to abuse emotional dependencies is like a loaded Chekov's gun on Saitama's forehead. Because Saitama has been roleplaying to re-learn his emphatic skillset after he had suffered too much mental trauma.

That's why early Saitama did not even bat an eye when Beefcake killed his own brother but now he's empathizing with Hamukichi. That's what I call character progression.

Even a compulsive planner like Saitama cannot predict what will happen because he's not familiar with Blast's maladaptive coping methods deep down. Blast is great at masking because they are coping methods so he can bear with his guilt and other issues and just wants to do things on his own, without assistance.

This causes Saitama's perception bias about Blast who seems capable and emphatic, when he is in actuality unscrupulous and amorally indifferent if you really, REALLY study him hard enough.

My bro casually invited Saitama, who is sensitive to aggression, hostility and violence, to watch literal torture of human turned monsters, with an actual smile on his face. And justifying it with his end justify the means philosophy. That's awfully too close to being sadistic and cruel when you consider the ramifications.

They say "love is blind" and Saitama is wearing some rose tinted glasses on because Blast is straight up shady, but he does not see it because he's probably identifying with Blast so hard. Middle-aged, number 1# hero, powerful, confident, outwardly caring, intuitive, ruggedly handsome, positively masculine, secretly gay...you name it. Everything Saitama more than likely fantasies about being because he's so emotionally dependant on Genos and he wants to better himself for Genos due to all his insecurities.

Oh yeah time for some saigenos. *rubs hands*

The very first Genos tells him is to tell Saitama to hide in order to protect him. Saitama has a lot of dependency issues since he has been a small child because he was so emotionally lonely and never got the safety he needed to cope well in life. There are definitely some underlying anxieties or disorders laying about.

Second thing Genos does is show just how smart, capable, cool and devilishly attractive he can be when he gets passionate and engages in combat. Genos can get an awed reaction even from Saitama who's emotions were being blunted during their first spar.

Third is showing he's not gonna judge Saitama for completely embarassing himself, even if he was to get naked around him and lower his inhibitions and showing him it would be ok to trust him on the level of intimacy he craves so dearly. (Season 2 Blu-ray & Dvd: Saitama and the mysterious heroine)

Fourth is showing that Genos is also extremely resilient even when getting hurt...because Saitama hates to see others hurting and he doesn't want it to happen because of him.

And finally the fifth...is because Genos is just as emotionally lonely as he is, but he's unable to let go of his emotional dependencies because he trauma bonds so deeply. He would rather double KO for a Game Over screen than let the monsters win over him and his loved ones on pure principle and take those he trauma bonds with him, because emotional abandonment and guilt would kill him deep inside, so he would rather end it himself for a shred of agency before he withers away.

All these draw in Saitama like moth to a flame and he easily lets Genos into his life. Because he identifies with the lonely teenage boy Genos with traumas who is so familiar to him like coming home.

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Despite everything that has happened to Saitama, he tries to remain optimistic. He's not naturally prone to cynicism unless under great amount of duress. The worst thing to do against him would be Genos emotionally betraying him, betray everything that he perceived in him since the first day they met.

But Saitama has perception bias towards Genos too...such as that Genos is no longer the small teenage boy who needs to be sheltered and cared for, but a battle-hardened soldier. Neither is he a lost naive little sibling in need of guidance or chaperone but an adult wanting mentorship where he can be truly open about his own issues. Would be such a shame if these wrong illusions about Genos were to be shattered...painfully. If Genos were to ever violate that implicit trust Saitama gives to him.

My brother in christ Saitama, he's not actually related to you and he's not your family member even if you'd love him enough to adopt him or something. Not letting go of this notion will spell trouble, like wonky image of relationships and intimacy.

(Yea Saitama please he's not actually related to you, even if it's kind of endearing that Saitama considers Genos to be as close like a family member)

It'll just get worse if Saitama confuses emotional intimacy with sexuality because of his bad upbringing when he's never had any friends and missing his parents too and all his role models have been aggressive and toxic people.

Funny how Saitama's first conclusion about Dr. Genus being interested in his body was sexual in nature and he immediately got defensive. He essentially revealed himself as someone who doesn't even know for sure which way he swings. Which would be quite classic for infj demi but I'll get to that if it becomes more relevant.

Genos naturally knows best though, poor guy looks so disappointed haha. Doesn't stop Genos from attempting every trick in the book besides outright throwing roses at Saitama and arranging dates to get into his good side and woo him, he dressed up so nicely for a spar haha. Dressing to impress, yup. And then he got himself new shiny body and practically walked weeks without a shirt on just so Saitama would see it. (Chapter 185: Updates) My guy has it down bad for Saitama, but Saitama seems oblivious to Genos indirect advances and Genos gave up and finally found a shirt to put on.

(I would pay to see Genos actually chuck roses at Saitama though.)

Even Saitama has to acknowledge that Genos is objectively a hottie though, because in the webcomic he says something along the lines of "he's not even pretty" about Amai-mask and it really makes you think the standards of who Saitama considers pretty when even ikemen like Amai-mask won't do.

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Genos unfortunately is growing up some pretty large perception bias about Saitama after the time travel fiasco. His idolization of Saitama is becoming obsessive and objectifying, like Saitama can do no wrong and that Saitama is some kind of messiah.

Genos also does not take no for an answer. It would be incredibly damaging to both Saitama and Genos when this perception bias is broken when Saitama gets too much on his plate to handle. Like for example...Empty void's specialty, messing with emotional bonds and inducing traumatic events like the illusion of death to break any emotional bond, just like he did to Flashy flash and Sonic.

I do greatly anticipate how Empty Void's fight is going to proceed, we might be in for very big perceptional bias shifts all around, like Flash was forced to acknowledge that he's emotionally dependant on Sonic. (Chapter 201: You pass) And Saitama's idolization of Blast will come crashing down when he finds out what Blast is really up to.

I'll throw some funny perception bias at the end.

[yandere-paramour]

I think Atalanta made a terrible mistake trying to darling me. I hate being controlled (pairs well with a yandere fetish) and am very oppositional defiant disorder coded. If I discovered that I could not simply overpower her or kill her, I would go for the one thing she can’t really do much about: Her reputation.

I’d wait till she brought me to some big, highly publicized rich people party, preferably something being broadcast live (Doesn’t matter how long that takes, I’m very petty and very patient). I’d make sure that I am especially affectionate and clingy to her that night (in front of as many cameras as is possible). Then, at some critical moment of the party, I would climb up on a visible table (preferably the buffet table), pull down my pants/skirt and underwear, and begin pissing while loudly declaring I’m a prostitute Atalanta hired because she gets off on public humiliation. If I have time before security tackles me, I will also imply that Jamie had his way with me. It doesn’t matter that it isn’t true, what matters is that it is a scandal that will never, ever go away no matter what the Montclairs do. Given the Streisand effect, there efforts to bury it will probably make it more well known.

My logic is that Atalanta has three options after this. Kill me (I no longer have to live with her, I win). Free me and pay me to never talk to her or her family again (I win). Or fall for her yandere tendencies and desperately try to re-frame our relationship as secretly very deep and loving and try to rationalize away what just happened. Publicly, because she is presumably still trying to wife me. There is effectively no way to do this that doesn’t involve admitting that maybe you kinda kidnapped your future wife and this indecent was her being so traumatized and unhappy with that that she acted out. Given how much effort the Montclairs put into maintaining the image of benevolent, morally pure and good rulers who never do anything wrong, that would likely become an even more nightmarish scandal for them that would irreversibly damage their popularity (I win).

Exactly how much danger am I in once I implement this plan? Round to the nearest minute I have before a Montclair does something irreversible to my body. Keep in mind that i will not apologize and will phone in any public statements they try to make me give so that it sounds like they are paying me off.

I hope you know this ask haunted me all during finals. I've been ruminating on it for days. I made my real life friends look at it and try to help me but they too were horrified and confused.

I have no idea how to answer this, bro. This would RUIN Atalanta's life. Like, not even exaggerating, this would ruin the Montclair name for generations, especially in the age of the internet. Atalanta would be beyond angry with you, absolutely furious, furious enough to sob. Asteria would be enraged, Jamie would be scared and betrayed and probably angry too. There's not enough PR managers in the world to fix this and any public statement trying to fix it would be insincere at best. You have done something that is so damaging to the Montclair family that they might have to leave the country. You might actually end up dead and then they'd have to spin a story about decades of mental illness and Ata loving you regardless and make it seem a miracle you lasted this long.

It would take years of lying low and reframing the Montclair reputation but they might be able to do it. Atalanta would be forever changed from this betrayal though. This would ruin her.

Why would you do this to her? Why would you do this to me??

[purroowl]

third years in college bokuroo, a silly little idea that somehow turned into whatever this monster is

happy holidays!

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"bokuto-san, i think you should see this."

"what's up, akaashi?" bokuto looks up and is surprised to see the unreadable expression on akaashi's face. they're sitting at the college campus cafe, studying. there's no reason akaashi should be looking like that. "see what?"

akaashi's quiet for a second, his lips pursing. "honestly, i didn't know whether to talk about this or not, but... it concerns you."

he pushes his phone forward, and bokuto looks down to see it's paused on some sort of video. akaashi had paused it on a particular timestamp, too, three quarters into the whole length of it.

from the little visible, bokuto can see two very familiar mops of hair.

his eyes widen. "is this one of kenma's streams?"

"yes." akaashi sips at his coffee, nodding. "he did a livestream yesterday and kuroo-san joined him. they were playing a game and talking and... stumbled upon a topic."

"okay?"

"i think you should watch this part of it." akaashi concludes. "you can watch the leadup to it on your own, if you want. but i thought this part was more important.''

bokuto frowns. "is it... bad?"

"if you're asking for my opinion... no, i don't think so." akaashi doesn't sound like he's lying. it loosens the nervous knot in bokuto's chest some as he nods, slowly.

"okay." now that he knows it's probably nothing bad, bokuto can feel excitement growing inside him. he brings the phone closer and settles comfortably into his chair.

then he presses play.

"he likes you."

instantly, kenma's voice filters through, clear as day. bokuto's brows raise in surprise.

"what?" kuroo's voice responds, distracted. a few low disgruntled noises follow as bokuto watches him jerk around like he's fumbling frantically with his mouse. the sound of keys being smashed comes next, loud enough to get picked up by kenma's ultra-spec microphone. bokuto wonders what game they're playing and streaming to the thousands of viewers kenma already has. he would look, but he's too focused on his two friends taking up the bottom half of the screen.

"owl guy. he likes you." kenma says, deadpan as ever. bokuto starts to smile at it, but the sudden loud curse bursting from the phone screen startles him, and he almost drops the device in his hand to kiss cold hard ground. akaashi eyes him wearily.

"please be careful, bokuto-san. that's my phone you're holding." bokuto laughs, sheepish as he re-adjusts his grip and mutters a soft 'sorry'. he's not looking to die by akaashi's hand today; no matter how much patience akaashi has for him, it's not limitless. that much bokuto knows.

"what are you - what?" kuroo is obviously shocked when bokuto glances back at the screen, his mouth hanging open. a robotic voice follows not a second later, announcing that 'player 2 has been eliminated'. he sees kenma roll his eyes, seemingly unfazed that he has to continue the game alone.

"you heard me." kuroo's straight out gaping now as he stares wide-eyed at kenma. bokuto doesn't think he's ever seen kuroo's hazel eyes quite that wide before.

"kenma, are you crazy? you know - you know who we're talking about here, right?" the last part is said in something close to a whisper, as if kuroo was talking about a secret. bokuto furrows his brows. "you're saying owl guy likes me? my best bro, that owl guy?"

kuroo's tone is funny and it holds bokuto's attention for long enough that it takes him another moment to realise they're talking about him. akaashi's face is carefully neutral when bokuto glances back up at him, but honestly bokuto isn't sure how to feel. kuroo's reaction is... he can't tell if it's good or bad.

"yes. i'm not repeating myself." the same robotic voice from before almost covers up the words, a cheerful ding accompanying the 'level cleared' that echoes out of the phone. even through the screen, bokuto can tell that kuroo is all tensed up. it's amazing how kenma can keep at his game while holding that kind of conversation with kuroo.

"you must be mistaken-" kuroo says next, but he's cut off by a subtle huff from kenma.

"i'm not mistaken. you're the one that's mistaken, kuro." there's a tiny pause, nothing but the sounds of mouse clicking and keyboard tapping as kenma probably advances in his level. "chat, does owl guy like kuro? be real."

"kenma-" this time, urgency bleeds into kuroo's tone quite obviously. bokuto can see that kuroo's gearing up to say more, his usually smart mouth parted and his brows pressing together in the way it does when he's about to argue a point.

the words never come. kuroo suddenly freezes, and if it weren't for the continuous tap-tapping still coming from kenma's end, bokuto might have thought that the playback cut off. kuroo's eyes seem stuck to his own screen, barely blinking but roving from left to right as if he were reading something.

bokuto manages to get the few seconds needed to realise he must be reading comments of some sort, probably in response to the sudden question popular streamer kodzuken just casually threw out.

bokuto doesn't manage to get time to wonder if the answers are leaning more towards yes or no when a weird notification sound chimes from the stream.

"owl guy definitely likes kuro-kun, i'm willing to bet with the $500 i just donated lmao. kuro-kun, if i were u i would have married owl guy long ago lol"

the first thought that bokuto has is 'five hundred dollars???', followed by a weird emotions mashup of confusion and humour at the monotonous voice enunciating 'lmao' and 'lol' dryly.

but none of that matters. all of it fades away once bokuto catches the spots of colour rising high on kuroo's cheekbones. kuroo's fallen abnormally quiet, his mouth finally closed. he's shifting weirdly, too; bokuto understands why once he sees the telltale redness over his ears.

he's flustered. kuroo's flustered.

in his peripherals, akaashi also shifts, probably knowing he's at the important bit and trying to give him some more space. a part of bokuto wants to look up and ask akaashi what he thinks about everything, but bokuto can't look away from the blush sitting pretty on kuroo's cheeks. he can see it even if he's just watching a video playback of one of kenma's streams.

"kenma." kuroo's voice finally crackles, a little staticky with how low he speaks. he doesn't say anything more, and it has to be one of their best friends telepathy thing happening as kenma mutters "kuro" back, equally as low.

"level cleared." the robot voice cuts into the moment, followed almost instantly by, "i also think owl guy likes kuro-san! but the real question is, if kuro-san likes owl guy back owo"

that must be another donation comment, bokuto thinks. kuroo has a hand over half his face in the feed, only his eyes visible as he sinks into his chair.

"ok, chat. i'm ending the stream after i clear this level. before you guys break kuro forever." kenma announces in the video, still steadily clicking away. bokuto taps the screen to check the remaining minutes on the video at the same time the voice comes through with another 'level cleared'. that must be a new record with how fast kenma just did that.

true to his word, kenma starts wrapping things up, kuroo quiet next to him all the while. the video runs for another three minutes and bokuto's pretty sure kuroo won't be saying another word. he has that look on his face when he's thinking deeply, bokuto recognises it from his eyes.

he exits the stream and locks the phone, frowning. "'kaashi, kuroo didn't answer the question in the end."

"he didn't." akaashi agrees, slipping his phone back into his pocket once he takes it from bokuto. "but kuroo-san didn't even realise you liked him that way until then."

"if he even realises! he seemed pretty disbelieving."

"i think he'll realise it now. i'm more surprised that kuroo-san's that oblivious. you're not the most subtle person, bokuto-san."

bokuto frowns deeper, shaking his head. "kuroo was blushing. you think he was embarrassed? or... he could...?"

the words trail off. bokuto doesn't know how to ask what he wants to, but it's akaashi. akaashi gets him.

"you would know better than i do, bokuto-san." there's a sigh that leads bokuto to think akaashi won't be saying any more, but to his surprise more words follow, "but if you ask me, i think it was only a matter of time."

bokuto blinks. "what does that mean?"

"it means you and kuroo-san have always got on like a house on fire," akaashi shakes his head, a little exasperation in his eyes, "too much fire, sometimes."

"you're always making time to hang out with each other. kuroo-san always makes it a point to plan something special for your birthday. he remembers the brand of tea your family likes and brings some over whenever he visits. you told me that, bokuto-san."

kuroo does do that. bokuto remembers the first year of college, when he unfortunately fell sick on his birthday. he'd been visiting home for the last few weeks of summer break and had ruined the outdoor barbeque party kuroo planned for him. but kuroo hadn't even batted a lash, only bringing the party indoors and calling all their close friends over to bokuto's.

bokuto can't forget kuroo's smile as he heartily proclaimed that they were going to have a blast. he'd brought a box of his family's favourite tea then, too.

it had warmed bokuto's heart so much.

"but that could be bro behaviour," he pouts. even as he says this, though, his heart is blooming with hope. if kuroo returns his feelings... if kuroo feels the same, bokuto would be the luckiest man alive.

"maybe." akaashi concedes, and it bursts bokuto's bubble a little.

"'kaash, this is the time to be hyping me up, not bringing me down!" he whines.

"i'm not done, bokuto-san," akaashi interjects. there's a tiny smile on his face, bokuto swears sometimes akaashi likes to leave him on tenterhooks as some sort of payback for always having to deal with him. but bokuto knows there isn't anything serious behind the action, nor in akaashi's sighs.

"maybe it could just be 'bro' behaviour, as you say, and nothing more. but that was before. and whether it is or isn't, kuroo-san will probably figure out that you like him romantically soon. or at least start to question it."

oh, god. that's a terrifying thought.

"i think the question is, what you're going to do now, bokuto-san."

"... what i'm going to do...?" he mutters, soft and mostly to himself. akaashi answers him anyway, a benevolence on his part.

"let's say kuroo-san does realise you like him like that. knowing kuroo-san, there's a chance he'll just run away." bokuto sees akaashi pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing again, "even if he likes you back."

"so the question is, what you're going to do now that you know kuroo-san's already starting to think about it." bokuto sees kuroo's deeply thinking eyes in his mind, and he knows akaashi's right.

akaashi's right about more than one thing, actually. he'd said bokuto wasn't the most subtle person out there and bokuto knows that, too. in fact, bokuto hasn't really been trying to hide it. not from anyone, and that includes kuroo.

kuroo really is oblivious and it's as much maddening as it is endearing.

the worst outcome would be kuroo running away, as akaashi had curtly but kindly pointed out. bokuto doesn't want that to happen. maybe it's the hope still ballooning inside him, too, that leads bokuto to such an easy decision.

"i think..." he pauses, rolling the thought around in his head for a second more. he nods decisively, "if kuroo allows, i think i'm going to woo him."

he's not going to let kuroo second-guess anything. it's been at least 24 hours since the stream was live. at least 24 hours of kuroo thinking on it and coming to whatever conclusion his big yet silly brain could come to.

since it's already come to this, bokuto wants kuroo to know that kenma's fans were right. to have no doubt about the feelings that have felt inevitable since the day they met.

"even if kuroo says no, and he doesn't feel the same, i'm sure we'll still be friends."

it'll hurt like hell, but their friendship is strong. bokuto has unshakeable faith in that.

akaashi stares at him for a long second, his features softening as he breaks out into a little smile.

"i'm proud of you, bokuto-san." he says, instantly erasing any hesitance bokuto might have had.

kuroo deserves to be loved right. he's one of the best people bokuto has ever known and probably will ever know. bokuto hopes he can be given the chance to love kuroo like he deserves, but before that...

he has to talk to kuroo.

[bitchyycapricorn]

Peter Parker praising fem reader over every single thing until she snaps n they get down n dirty 😈😋

Peter Parker x Reader + Praise Kink- Dinner Reservations

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AN: Hey! So sorry this took so long to get out. Fucking love this request and all the other dirty slutty requests I’ve gotten so far! This is not edited, I honestly just wanted to start getting some content pumped out. Hope this met your expectations! I let a good chunk of my impulsive thoughts win ngl. Warnings: SMUT BRO DO NOT FLAG I STG, Praise kink to the MAX, blowjob, doggy style, readers a lil bratty. Peter Parkers sexy and I can’t take Kinktober warnings seriously. It’s kinktober. Don’t flag me otherwise I’ll delete my account and yeet my tablet. <3

Peter hadn’t let up all day- the subtle teasing, touching, and…praising. It seemed like everything you did he managed to find a way to slip in a few small words of praise. Cooking breakfast was followed by a “Looks amazing darling, you did such a good job,” while Peter softly grabbed your hips and pressed a few kisses to your neck. Redoing the living room? Yep, that was followed by a “It looks so good in here, I love the new Halloween decorations. You’re doing so good baby, keep it up.” Peter would praise with a massive smirk.

Your head was spinning now as you got ready for dinner. “Such a pretty girl…” Peter whispers into your neck as he places a few delicate kisses to your skin. It felt like everything came to a halt in that moment, something in you just…snapped. Turning to Peter you thrust yourself towards him, your lips hungrily pressing against his while your hands grip the nice fabric of his suit. Your legs push you forward towards the bed, making Peter stumble backwards as he attempts to follow your movement. “Y/N we have dinner res-“ he begins before you cut him off with a sharp-

“Fuck your dinner reservations Parker.” His legs hit the edge of the bed leaving him no choice but to sit down as you straddle him. Your mouth moves against his while your hands begin to work on shedding his jacket. Peters attempts to pry you off are futile the moment you’re unbuckling his belt. “All day Peter…you’ve been…ugh!” You huff out, now trying to unbutton his shirt.

Another smirk appears on Peters face as he realizes what he’d done. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teases, allowing his shirt to fall on the floor next to his jacket. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” He insists with fake innocence.

Running your hands down his abs you look into his eyes with a deadly glare. “You’ve been fucking teasing me.” You try and scold.

“Tease? I haven’t done anything of the sort. I’ve just been telling you what a good girl you’ve been today.” His words were low and seductive as he leans forward to press more kisses down your exposed neck. His hands slowly reaching behind you to unzip your short black silk dress. The feeling of his cold hands on your now bare back made your jaw drop and your mind go fuzzy. You couldn’t help but lean towards him, enjoying the way his touch made you feel. “Oh, not so tough now pretty girl” He laughs while his hands snake under your thighs before flipping you over onto your back.

“Peter!” You gasp, coming out of your previous trance. His face was only inches from yours and you could feel him slowly pulling off your dress.

“Yes pretty girl?” He hums, his hands reaching down to unzip his pants. You gulp, realizing that you’re about to get your ass handed to you for making you both miss the dinner reservations Peter’s had for months. Peter stands in front of you, a smirk forming on his lips. “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.” He says lowly.

You oblige, quickly getting down and kneeling before him. “Such a good girl,” he praises as he strokes your hair. “Now, suck my cock darling.” Your eyes flicker upwards to look at him, before refocusing on his hands as he pulls his dick out for you. You watch as he strokes himself a few time before you take over. Your lips slowly wrap around the head of his cock while your hand grabs his base. Peter gently pushes your head down further, causing you to gag slightly. “Fuck, taking me so well..” he murmurs as you begin to bob your head on his shaft. As you continue to suck him off, you use your other hand to help jerk off what you can’t reach with your mouth. The sight cause Peter to let out a string of moans as he resists the urge to fuck your mouth.

“Mmm, doin so good for me..” Peter continues to praise, you look up ay him again through your lashes, loving the feeling of his cock down your throat. You let out a small moan as you attempt to take him further, spit running down your chin and all over his throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum already..” He hisses, slowly easing your mouth off him. “Get on the bed, ass up.”

You don’t waste a moment getting on the bed and arching your back, spreading your legs slightly with your ass in the air. Your tits and face pressing into the sheet with your arms near your head. Peter stood near the edge of the bed, slapping your ass gently as he positions himself behind you. “God Y/N, so pretty for me. Being such a good girl tonight.” He moans as he pushes into you. A moan escapes your lips as you grip the bedsheets. Peter began thrusting into you slowly as his hands grip your hips. He lets out a few more moans as he picks up his pace, slamming into you full force. A small cry tumbles from your lips as your body rocks against his, you can’t help but wiggle your hips as he slams into your cunt.

“Look at you, taking my cock so fucking well. Is this what you wanted? Hm?” Peter asks, slowly gathering up your hair in his hands before giving it a tug.

Your head falls back as you let out a small whimper. “I- I” you stutter, barely able to hold a thought with the feeling of his cock being buried so deep in you.

“Be a good girl and answer me.” Peter snaps, tugging at your hair again.

“Yes!” You cry out as his hips snap into yours even harder. The feeling of being stretched out by his cock was becoming overwhelming as your body shook with pleasure. “Peter I’m so close..” you manage out before spiraling into a fit of desperate moans.

Peter let out a long moan, his thrusts only getting more intense as he watches his cock slip in and out of your dripping cunt. “Be a good girl and cum on my cock,” he urges. Another cry escapes your lips as you feel the coil inside you snap, pleasure rushing over your entire body causing your toes to curl. Peter lets out a ragged moan at the feeling of you convulsing around him. “Fuck..so pretty…so good…you’re doin so good…” he moans before releasing deep inside you.