#but! i went to the guard like ??? 🥺 and he didn't even look at my pass just waved me through

[deeisace]

Mum congratulating me on jumping the train, lmao

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (prt. 10)

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A/N: Thank you all for the well wishes about my dog. Unfortunately he didn't make it and pass away Tuesday morning in the vet's office. I was able to get some writing done but I don't have the energy to edit. Let me know if you find any mistakes.

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Jason: hey, thanks for the gun and the tech, it's really cool.

Danny: new phone who dis 😝

Jason: I hope you haven't given too many people guns in the last couple days.

Danny: no I haven't, thanks for texting me Jason. Have you got a chance to try the gun?

Jason: not on anything moving, I've been doing some target practice to get a feel for it though. Looking forward to when I can test it on Vlad.

Danny: aww are you going to avenge my honor 🥺

Jason: if you want me too. I'll bring you his head if you want me too.

Danny: 🥰 you're so sweet. I wouldn't say no to seeing him suffer for what he's done but don't get yourself in any trouble okay? And if you do call me right away. I'll come rescue you 😘

Jason: hey I'm the one offering to protect you! 

Danny: we can protect each other. And fight each other, can you come spar again soon?

Jason: I wouldn't call that sparring, more like brawling.

Danny: eh potato potato, do you want to come fight me again?

Jason: if demon brat won't kill me for it, sure. Can I take you out for dinner afterwards? I have some questions

Danny: It's a date! Just tell me when

Jason: Day after tomorrow? I have some work to take care of first.

Danny: Sounds great! And it is a date right? You don't mind that I'm going to have kids?

Jason: the kids aren't a deal breaker I promise but let's not jump the gun okay? We're going to be family through B so we don't want this to blow up in our faces. Let's hang out, take it slow, see how it goes. You need to be careful about who you let into your life now anyway, you can't just let anyone around you and the babies.

Danny: don't tell me what to do ��� but you're right. I'm bad about rushing into things. I'm still looking forward to it.

Danny: By the way Jazz uploaded the power point she made about Liminals and Ghosts to the bat’s server thing. You have access to that right? You should read that before we meet and I can fill in the gaps.

Jason: Sounds good, I’ll have a look at it and I’m looking forward to it too. I'll be there at 5 so we can spar before dinner. Don't forget to warn B and your guard dog.

Danny: Damian is a good kid. I'll let them know.

Danny stared at his new phone Tim had given him with apprehension. The chat with Jason had gone very well, and Danny was glad he reached out but there were other people he really needed to reach out to and he was… frankly scared. Sam and Tucker were his best friends and had always been there for him but they both had tempers. Would they be mad that he hadn’t told them he was pregnant? Would they be upset he had left Amity and wasn’t planning on coming back?

He needed to reach out though, the longer he waited the harder it would be to talk to them, and things wouldn’t stay calm as they were now. Vlad would be back to cause trouble again and even though the JLD had control of the portal but he was sure his rogues would find their way through eventually. Vlad had his own portal anyway, and Danny wouldn’t put it past him to open it just to annoy Danny. Maybe try and weaken him a little so Vlad could swoop in and pick him off.

Today was quiet, he needed to take this chance. He sighed and got up off the edge of his bed where he was sitting and ducked out of his room. He didn’t want to do this alone, so he wasn’t surprised when he found himself in the library where Jazz was studying. 

He sat down across from her and reached across, laying his hand, palm up on the table. Without looking up from her book she reached over and placed her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He smiled at her and took a deep breath before putting on his earbuds and sending a message in the group chat.

Danny: When you guys are ready can we call?

Jazz phone went off too and she checked it, smiled at Danny, and then silenced the chat and went back to her book. She didn’t need to be part of this call but at least she knew what he was doing. 

Sam: Yes, let me just grab Tuck. He’s playing Doomed.

Danny took a deep breath and put down his phone while he waited for them to call and tried not to panic.

When the phone buzzed he jumped and reached for it, joining the call quickly. 

“Hey guys,” He said, awkwardly, waving with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone.

“Hey yourself! What the heck happened Danny?! Basically the whole town joined in in chasing Vlad when we found out what he did but why did we have to find out on tv?! Why didn’t you tell us?!” Sam said, but at least she just seemed stressed, not actually angry.

“I’m sorry guys,” Danny said, wincing a little when he heard Tucker sniffling a little. “I hadn’t told anyone yet. I hadn’t even fully accepted it yet honestly.

“I still wasn’t ready to talk about it, bur Cass is really good at reading people's body language and I guess she clocked that I was carrying them by how I kept unconsciously touching my stomach. When she asked me about it it sorta broke through my denial and I broke down which started the ball rolling on… all this,” He said with a vague gesture.”

“All this is right!The justice league really brought the hammer down on Amity. They’re dismantling the GIW and really pissed at the government and basically all the adults in the town for letting this happen. And they arrested your parents!” Sam said sounding almost excited.

“Sam! That was really insensitive! They’re still his parents, what if he didn’t know!?” Tucker broke in furiously. 

“No it’s alright I knew, Jazz told me. She’s here with me,” He said squeezing her hand though she wasn’t paying attention to the call.

“Okaaay so where is Here?” Tucker asked warily. 

“Ya are you safe? We haven’t seen you since all this went down! Are you really with Bruce Wayne?” Sam asked sounding wary.

“Yes I am. He’s got a foster license and since his kids were the one that found out what was going on it just made sense that I’d stay here.”

“And he’s Not another Fruitloop?” Sam asked warily. “You need to be careful with these rich people you know? They’re basically all crazy!”

“Sam you’re rich,” Danny pointed out, amused. 

“Ya, and? My point stands!”

“Fair enough,” Danny laughed. “But no, I did some snooping the first night I was here and it seems okay. And since he’s got close ties to the Justice League he was able to get the help we really needed, and he says he might be able to help me meet Martian Manhunter!”

“Don’t fanboy out too bad,” Tucker teased him.

“Oh ya? And what if I helped you meet Tim Drake? Would you not be just as bad,” Danny accused Tucker.

“Touche,” Tucker said. “Could you though?”

“I mean maybe? He’s my foster brother now and he seems cool. You two are my best friends, if I’m going to stay I’m sure you could come visit me and meet all of them.” 

“Are you really going to stay there though? I mean once the GIW and everything is cleared out you could stay with either of us. I know my parents aren’t your biggest fans but I know they’d let you stay,” Sam said sounding worried. 

“And I know my family doesn't have a ton of money but they adore you, we’d make it work,” Tucker added looking worried.

“No, guys I really appreciate the offer but… I don’t want to come back to Amity. The Justice League said they shut down the portal and I really need a fresh start I think. I think I’d rather stay here. Jazz too, she’s gonna study at Gotham U and intern at Arkham,” He said. She looked up at the mention of her name and gave him a small smile.

“I’m sorry, you guys are my best friends and I’ll miss you, but there are too many… memories in Amity you know?”

“Ya I get that,” Sam said, looking sad and distant.

“We can still call, and play Doomed together, and visit on breaks!” Tucker said, his chipper tone sounding a little forced. “We’re going to say friends!” He insisted and Danny smiled.

“Of course we will Tuck,” He promised. They might grow apart with the distance between them, but he hoped not, they really were his best friends.

“Ya, my parents will probably be thrilled about this development and want me to come over all the time. They love the Waynes,” Sam chuckled though her optimism also seemed a bit forced. Of course she was more of a pessimist, she probably thought they would drift apart, but knew Danny needed them right now. 

“Soo what’s been going on in Amity since I left?” Danny asked, letting them ramble about the drama, the rumours, and the bullshit that was the bullies and everyone in the school sudden;y pretending they cared about Danny soooo much.

After they finished telling him about it there were a few beats of silence and Danny was just about to suggest they hang up when Sam spoke up again. 

“So, what actually happened with Vlad? If you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay but…”

“No, it’s okay. It’s not what- what you’d think. It’s superhero bullshit really. When I wouldn’t be his son he decided to try and clone me, you met Dani with an I right? She was one of the clones. But he didn’t know I was trans, and my DNA got all fucked up in the portal so none of the clones were stable. I have no idea how many he tried to make that died. But when I found out it was because he had lied to Dani and told her he needed me to stabilize her clone brothers. It was a batch of ten.

“But he lied, he didn’t actually care about stabilizing them, he was going to let them all die. I was only able to save the two that were most stable and only by taking their cores into myself. So I’m not normal pregnant, I’m ghost pregnant. 

What is my life huh?” He finished, chuckling awkwardly. 

“Oh fuck,” Sam said her shoulders slumping a little even as her expression went through a range of emotions. “That’s better in a way but still a whole different type of fucked up! I hope they catch him soon.”

“I hope so too but I don’t think they will,” Danny said with a shrug. “Not before he tries something else. I’m not lucky enough to be able to just move past this,” He said with a bitter little laugh.

“Well, we can still hope. And even if he does cause trouble you have more allies now! You’ve been able to handle everything else he’s thrown at you basically on your own, with the Justice League behind you I know there’s nothing you can’t handle. I mean, Vlad is kind of pathetic anyway,” Tucker encouraged making Danny smile. 

“Ya, you’re right, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thanks guys,” he said fondly. 

“Of course dude! We’re here for you!” Tucker said.

“It’s really good to hear from you too. Don’t be a stranger okay?” Sam said, a bit worried.

“Of course not, I’ll keep you posted I promise.” Danny assured before they said their goodbyes and he hung up. 

He put down his phone and leaned back with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. Next to him Jazz chuckled and there was a soft snap as she closed her book. 

“You did well little brother,” She told him, getting up from her seat she moved behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders.

“How do you know? You weren’t listening.”

“No, but you reached out to your friends and had an honest conversation which isn’t easy. You did well,” She reiterated, squeezing his shoulders.

“Well thanks Jazz. I hope that they’re right that we won’t lose touch, and I’ll be able to handle whatever Vlad does,” He grumbled. 

“I’m sure we will,” Jazz promised. “And either way there’s no point in worrying about it now. Has Jason texted you yet?” She asked, giving Danny the excuse he needed to change the subject and launch into his more petty worries about the upcoming date as she sat back down to listen.

Next

[avatar-anna]

would you ever write about harry and y/n finding out that they’re pregnant again with charlie 🥺

yes!

(for context: in a recent oneshot in this universe, it is revealed that harry and reader have a seventh and final child when they're in their thirties)

It would definitely be that cliche of Y/n and Harry going to some red carpet event, and Harry sees Y/n all dressed up and is just like...

"Fuck, Mama, must be the luckiest man in the world."

Y/n blushed and looked down at the gown she and Harry Lambert picked out some time ago. Being a mother of six, she didn't dress up much, but when she did, she tended to go all out. Perhaps part of her wanted to relive all the proms, homecomings, and formals she never got to go to, but she appreciated the art in a beautiful garment too.

The one she wore now fit her like a glove, the lace, almost handkerchief-like bodice draping over her shoulders beautifully, and the rest of the black-as-night velvet hugging her hips perfectly.

Harry was never one to shy away from paying his wife compliments, but each time he did, she felt it right down to her core. Every sweep of his gaze over her body, every earnest word, every searing touch, it all lit her up from the inside out.

This time was no different, so when Harry tried to unzip Y/n from her dress, she didn't notice at first, too caught up in his touch. Once she did, she tried to make lame attempts to ward him off to at least claim that she tried later on.

It was safe to say they were on each other all night. Whenever he could, Harry pulled Y/n away, desperate to get his mouth on her. It was no easy feat with the considerable length of the dress, but he never seemed to care or mind. All night, they whispered back and forth to each other, toying with jacket lapels and bare arms.

"You need me again, Mama?"

"Where's the zipper on this thing?"

"Quickly, while no one's looking."

"Keep your hands away from my tits, H."

"Don't act like you don't love it."

All night they went back and forth. Teasing and giving into each other and sharing stolen kisses when the cameras weren't pointed in their direction—though the next morning they found out they weren't as discreet as they originally thought, with photos of them in the background kissing and Harry's hands all over Y/n cropping up online.

At some point during the night, a friend even asked where Harry and his wife kept disappearing to, another if that was a hickey on his neck, and both of them stumbled through a lie as they blushed furiously.

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Y/n's period was late, but it does. She thought she had put her pregnancy days behind her, so she went to the doctor thinking she had some kind of stomach bug, only to find out that she was pregnant. Y/n wasn't upset by the news, just caught off guard, though she couldn't help but daydream about having a little baby in the house again now that her other babies were growing up.

Harry found out on accident. Y/n missed a phone call from the doctor's office, and they called Harry's number, which was also listed in her information. Thinking someone got hurt, Harry picked up in a panic, only to hear, "Hi there, Mr. Styles! We're trying to get a hold of your wife to reschedule her ultrasound. Will the following week work?"

Harry answered in a daze, agreeing to an appointment time and date without really listening. Part of him knew he should be excited, but all he could think about was why Y/n hadn'told him yet.

"Anything you wanna tell me?" he asked later that night. They were both watching TV, a show they'd been watching every night before bed the last few weeks. He'd been itching to get Y/n alone all day so he could finally ask what the phone call, and after picking up and dropping off at friends' houses and volleyball practice and study groups and one big family dinner, now was finally his chance.

Y/n hadn't caught on yet, so she just shrugged. "Collette is convinced she's going to Paris Fashion Week by herself, and I don't have the heart to tell her she's not going without one of us."

This was news to Harry, but he tabled that conversation for later. "I got a call from the OBGYN's office. They asked to reschedule your ultrasound."

Harry could feel Y/n stiffen beneath him as she sighed deeply. Before she could say anything, though, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to," she promised, kissing away the furrow in her husband's brow. "I wanted to tell you and the kids at the same time. And you know how hard it is to wrangle everyone up. Maeve wasn't even at dinner tonight."

"Oh." Harry had spun a number of different answers Y/n might've come up with, but that hadn't been one of them. "Do you...want to keep it?"

Y/n could tell Harry was asking for her sake, not his. He'd been dying for another baby for years, slowly giving up hope every time she turned him down. Now that they faced the prospect of actually having another baby, though, he didn't want her to feel pressured. He never had, but he wanted to make extra sure.

"Honestly? Yeah, I do," Y/n said, resting her and Harry's hands over her belly. "I'm just...kind of shocked."

"Really?" Harry asked. Now that he'd had time to think about it, about which night in question could've been the one, he wasn't that surprised at all.

"Yeah, I—I guess I thought that part of my life was over. But... I'm glad it isn't. I'm excited about this."

"Me too."

Y/n gave him an amused look as if to say, you finally got your wish. But all she said was, "You just like that I get super horny when I'm pregnant."

Harry gasped dramatically, which made Y/n toss her head back and laugh. "That is not even remotely true. Maybe. Sort of. It's perhaps in the top ten things I'm excited for, but not the first."

"You're ridiculous," Y/n said, shaking her head at her husband. "And I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in to kiss Y/n, the feel of his lips on hers more familiar than anything else in the world. He knew every part of her, every inch of her body and soul, and she knew his. It was comforting, it was home.

"Any chance those hormones have kicked in yet?" Harry murmured jokingly as he kissed her neck.

Y/n held her husband by the back of his hair so she could look him in the eye. "Absolutely not. I love you, and I love the twins, but we're not doing that again."

"What? Come on! We're way past that window," Harry reasoned. "And the doctor said it was rare."

"Yeah, so is getting pregnant at my age, but here we are."

"At your age?" Harry asked incredulously, looking down at Y/n through heavy lidded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were lit as she watched him, the way they always were when they joked around. He was pretty sure no one amused her more than he did, and that was saying something considering the collective craziness their children engaged in regularly. "You're just winding me up, aren't you? You want me to remind you how young and fun we are."

"I don't know if that's—Harry!"

"Shh!" Harry said as a laugh bubbled out of Y/n as he yanked her down until she was lying flat on the bed, her arms pinned high above her. "Do you want them to hear you, Mama?"

That sobered her up a little, her laughter subsiding. Then, she smiled up at him, her hand reaching up to cup Harry's cheek. "We're having a baby."

Harry's grin was immediate, excitement filling his whole body from those four words alone. "We're having a baby."

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader Masterlist

[bunnysthirstcorner]

Heyyy I saw your dino short fic can I request the same for gerhard fra from delico's nursery?? Please 🥺🙏

The Fra house was hosting it's annual party. It was a tradition in the Fall for the house to have a gathering for close friends and family to come together before the colder weather come. You had just placed your infant son, Angelico, to sleep. While the Fra house had maids and nurses to tend to the baby, he found your 'Do-it-yourself-' Attitude a bit of a pain as you could spend it getting more ravishing than usual. Armed with your glasses on and curly hair up in a simple yet elegant style.

You wore a rich red and black dress, the colors of the House of Fra, and your spicy cardamom perfume that he knew you liked, it was his favorite too. When you descended the stairs to greet your guests, he left you to your own devices, confident that you were safe with your three younger sisters that came. Dali and Frida came as expected, and he congratulated Frida on her pregnancy. The night progressed where one aristocrat had perhaps gotten a bit too drunk and his gaze was targeted at the Lady Fra.

"Lucky bastard to have a pretty thing...I'd keep you warm in bed" Was what caught Gerhards attention as he turned and soon found you in front, keeping your sister from the lecherous words and gaze of the man. Excusing himself, Dali even followed to try and help his wife and sisters. "Sir, perhaps it is time for you to retire-" You replied as the sight of your husband and Dali was relief. The drunken man placed his hand on your waist as he slurred "Pretty Tits on you, maybe you sho' follow me." And that was enough to cause Gerhard to placed a firm gloved hand on his shoulder, pulling him off as to place himself between you, your sisters and him.

"You insult the lady of the house! I will personally see you out!" Gerhard replied as guards came to pull the man out as Gerhard took you to a private room of the library to speak. "Are you alright, my love?" He asked as he held onto your cheek. He could tell your nerves were rattled as he was close but also kept space incase you needed it, but you were close to him as his presence was security enough to regain your composure. "I'm fine, Gerhard... I've never been treated like that or spoken like that before...It surprised me more than anything. "You replied as the Gerhard then adds "You should have called me over sooner instead of trying to solve it. Drunken fools won't listen to pretty women, especially women of the house." He lightly scolded, causing you to pout where he then gave a huff.

He hated when you were stubborn and so he decided to make a point by pinning you against the books, the force enough to knock one or two books out as he then said "If I were lesser than, I'd thought you were looking for the attention" He replied. Before you could comment, you soon felt a his breath close to your pulse point. "Gerhard, what're you-!?" You were paused when he bit but didn't drink. You were a vampire, the bite means nothing other than territorial mark. "There....A reminder to the other drunken fools that you are mine and of the Fra. Do remember this" He replied as he cupped your chin, looking up at his wine red eyes.

You couldn't speak as you just sighed and nodded. The rich men often ignored women so it was his way of assuring his scent and mark kept you safe from the others who'd get the same idea. You placed your hand on the mark, feeling softly where Gerhard parted to then say "Shall I end the party or continue?"

Your word was law as the women run the house. You shook your head as you went over, holding onto his arm. "No, we should continue. I'd hate the Fra house to be seen as lesser cause of some drunk. I'll see my sisters off and return to you" You replied as Gerhard smiled as he's glad you got the point he was trying to make.

"Good....A proper aristocrat's wife you are."

[samlee2224]

Can we hear about your milgram oc 🥺🥺

( no pressure ofc )

I have 12 Milgram OCs! But now there are only 8 ( or 9 ? ) people who have stories. I'll introduce them to you!!↓

(I use Translate app and my little abilities, hope you can read and understand it.)

In Samleegram, We have 2 prison guards and 10 prisoners

Prison Guards

[000]

Name : Es (エス)

CV : Sakamoto Maaya (坂本 真綾)

Gender : Unknown

Age : 15

Birthday : Unknown

Height : 153 cm.

Bloodtype : Unknown

Image color : #8EC6BB (Monte Carlo)

Es bright and cheerful, They is close to almost every prisoner. They always make free time to talk with prisoners. But no one knew that they was secretly recording prisoners' information all the time.

They patrolled at night every day. Many people think it's because they works hard. But actually they was just trying to find a way out of here.

Es often gets teased by Ar for being short. So they asks Jackalope for a new pair of shoes. That makes them 160 cm tall. which is higher than Ar. LOL

((Es rarely wears a hat because it makes seeing difficult.😢 Es always cooks for everyone to eat, sometimes some prisoners come to help them. (but Ar doesn't help.)))

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[000]

Name : Ar (アル)

CV : Uchiyama Yumi (内山 夕実)

Gender : Unknown

Age : 15

Birthday : Unknown

Height : 159 cm.

Bloodtype : Unknown

Image color : #8EB8C6 (Polo Blue)

In fact, Ar was the assistant prison guard. Its main duty is to interrogate prisoners. They was verbally violent during the interrogation. In this prison, there was hardly anyone to like them. (← It should be like that)

Ar is very foul-mouthed and has a temper. (💀) Do you see that whistle? They usually blow it when prisoners don't behave as they please. ( Why does it sound cute..? )

((Ar doesn't often wear hats either. But it's because he's just lazy. Sometimes Ar wears Es’s hat because Ar can't find their own.))

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Prisoners

[021]

Name : Kinoshita Haru (木下 晴)

CV : Kitamura Eri (喜多村 英梨)

Gender : Female

Age : 22

Birthday : January 6

Height : 173 cm.

Bloodtype : A

Image color : #F59795 (Wewak)

Haru hardly speaks to anyone. She usually communicates by writing on the board. She also isn't good at facial expressions, which makes some people think she's strange.

Haru often smokes with Masato (024) regularly. And She seem to be trying to approach Akihiko (26) for unknown reasons.

She used to like to sing and play music, she used to set up a band with a close friend before. But why did she stop doing it? Hmmm? you'll have to wait until this part of the story is revealed.✌️

((I intend to design Haru to look like a man. Due to her past story But she is a woman. However You can use the anypronoun with her that she/her he/him or they/them. She doesn't seriously about this.))

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[022]

Name : Murata Kei (村田 軽 )

CV : Murata Ayumu (村瀬 歩)

Gender : Male

Age : 14

Birthday : August 19

Height : 154 cm.

Bloodtype : AB

Image color : #BCCCD1 (Link Water)

Kei is the youngest prisoner. He has dark circles under his eyes that are clearly visible. It's because he almost didn't sleep. Even though he went to sleep, he had a nightmare anyway, so he thought it was better to take that time to study.

He often said that he was not guilty , Never kill people , Milgram caught him wrong. And he wanted to leave here very much. 'My father will definitely find me.' He always said that.

Kei looks particularly close to Hinata(023), maybe because of his similar age, he often follows her like a chick(?) Everyone in prison always sees them next to each other.

((He used to ask for cosmetics from Es, so Es thought that in fact, he might love beauty?))

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[023]

Name : Tsugiyama Hinata (杉山 日向)

CV : Hanazawa Kana (花澤 香菜)

Gender : Female

Age : 15

Birthday : March 23

Height : 148 cm.

Bloodtype : A

Image color : #F4CFC5 (Coral Candy)

Hinata is a friendly person and always talks to others. Everyone sees her cheerful and looks polite all the time. But once in a while she accidentally slipped out of a rude word. Make everyone shock…

She bandaged her arms all the time. Ritsu (028) volunteered to change the bandage for her often, but she often refused him and did it on her own. She didn't want anyone to see the that wound.

Hinata didn't have the attitude of wanting to leave milgram at all. Hinata thought that this place was much more comfortable than her house. If not sticking to the vote that she didn't like it.

((Hinata doesn't like the uniform that Milgram provides. Because it makes everyone see the bandage clearly.💢))

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[024]

Name : Kimura Masato (木村 正人)

CV : Hirata Hiroki (平田 広明)

Gender : Male

Age : 43

Birthday : February 20

Height : 187 cm.

Bloodtype : O

Image color : #78BC8E (Bay Leaf)

He is the oldest person in milgram. He lived a sluggish life as if he had completely lost faith in this world. Sometimes he acted like a father of children in prison.👴

Masato talks to Ritsu(028) most often. discussing life problems, adult edition (sounds depressing). He often smokes with Haru(021) on a regular basis, even if the other party lets him talk to a single swim.

Masato didn't pay much attention to milgram, But if he could choose, he wanted to get out of here, Because he still didn't complete his duty.

((He thinks it's not bad to have free cigarettes.))

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[026]

Name : Matsui Akihiko (松井 昭彦)

CV : Taniyama Kishou (谷山 紀章)

Gender : Male

Age : 18

Birthday : April 1

Height : 169 cm.

Bloodtype : A

Image color : #FFBF65 (Rajah)

I haven't made much of his story yet. But as you can see, He's not very friendly.

Akihiko often quarrels with Ar regularly (He actually quarrels with everyone but.. uh… with Ar the most.)

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[028]

Name : Itsuki Ritsu (樹 律)

CV : Furukawa Makoto (古川 慎)

Gender : Male

Age : 35

Birthday : June 30

Height : 182 cm.

Bloodtype : B

Image color : #3359BF (Cerulean Blue)

Please marry m- NO, I mean, Ritsu always takes care of others, maybe because he's a doctor, so he's trusted by everyone.

He is very close to Masato(024), probably because Masato is the male of his age closest to himself.

((Look at his smile ^^ 🥺))

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[030]

Name : Higuchi Ryota (樋口 僚太)

CV : Uchida Yuma (内田 雄馬)

Gender : Male

Age : 20

Birthday : October 12

Height : 174 cm.

Bloodtype : O

Image color : #C1D48C (Deco)

Ryota doesn't have any other information yet, I'll update it later!

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Thank you for reading to the end!!

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

i am a SUCKER for Dad Joel. was thinking maybe a pre pandemic story where reader and joel are trying for another child but cant so they adopt ellie (bc let's face it sarah and ellie would have ruled the world together)

*absolutly love your work babes 💕*

Thank you so much, darling! I'm glad you've been enjoying it. I did just melt my own heart writing this. 🤍🥺😭

I feel like it would be solid two years after the wedding. You had started trying even way before that but it never worked. No matter what you tried and trust me on it you two tried everything. Joel spent his breaks flipping through different magazines and books looking for any new ideas on how to get pregnant. But nothing happened no matter the acrobatics you two get on to. Money was tight as it was so getting through IVF or even getting you both properly tested for now was out of the picture. So you had given up on the idea of having your kids.

Joel could tell that it had started to weigh on you even if you tried to hide it and smiled through it. The smile was fake, Joel knew it. He had heard you crying for weeks at night. Alone in the bathroom. Thinking that Joel was asleep and you were safe to let your guard down. But he heard it all. You soul-crushing sobs, that even an open tap couldn't muffle out. He had wanted to bring it up multiple times but somehow he felt that it would only make it worse.

"Is everything okay with mom?", Sarah had asked him one morning when you didn't come downstairs for breakfast. Joel stiffened for a moment, "Of course hun. Why are ya asking?". Sarah's eyes were on the plate. She was old enough to understand when things weren't okay back at home. She also had grown up with you by her side so she knew you. "I just... Do you know that mom's been crying a lot lately?", Sarah didn't dare to meet her father's gaze and Joel in a way was thankful because he knew that the look on his daughter's face would have broken him. With a sigh, he pushed the skillet away from the heat.

"You know... We've been trying to get you a sibling", Joel said while pulling out a chair, Sarah instantly looked up with that hopeful gleam and Joel had to clench his jaw tightly, "But I'm afraid we won't be able to".

Sarah shook her head, "Why?", "We don't know. The doctor thinks there might be something wrong..."

A part of Joel felt weird explaining it to Sarah but they were so close. You all had been. You all talked about anything and everything, there were few to no topics that you all haven't discussed together. "But...", Sarah trailed off, "Mom will be okay?" Joel wished he knew an answer to that. The truth was he didn't. He wished he could make it better. Help you fulfill the desire of becoming a mother. "We just need to give her a lot more love now. Show her how much we appreciate her", Joel ran his fingers through Sarah's hair, as she bit her lip, "Can we make her breakfast in bed?", she suggested and Joel couldn't help a smile that spread across his lips. He knew that you two had done a wonderful job raising Sarah, "We sure can, baby girl".

They had done just that for the next couple of months. Joel had found a way to take a couple of days off. Taking his little family on a little road trip. As you all went on a hike, camping by the lakeside, enjoying the peace and quiet. Yet the biggest gift to Joel was seeing a smile on your face once again. A smile that reached your eye as you and Sarah sat in a flower field making flower crowns. Crowns that Joel happily wore as you both giggled away.

Sarah found you sat by the kitchen counter, biting your lip nervously as you looked through a pile of papers spread across the counter. "What are you doing?", her voice made you jump slightly as you turned to her. Shaking your head slightly, "Come look at this", you moved slightly, making space for her. Sarah frowned slightly not understanding what she was looking at. "Adoption options", you said to her quietly, "They send over a couple of matches for our family". Sarah scanned over the pictures splattered around. Taking a hold of the only baby picture there. Ellie the name tag read. Sarah turned to you, "She just got placed in the adoption facility. Her mother died while giving birth to her", you muttered. "Are we going to meet her?", your daughter's question took you by surprise slightly, "Would you want to?", Sarah nodded her head in agreement. "We'll talk it through with your dad then".

You were rubbing your hands together nervously as you drove to the adoption center. Joel was quick to place a hand on your thigh, slowly stroking your skin. "Breathe, gorgeous", he said softly, "What if she hates us?", you muttered, turning to him slightly, "Love, she's just over five months", "Yes, but she could still hate us. Hate me". Sarah reached out her hand towards the front seat, placing her hand onto your shoulder, "Mom, you are the best. I doubt there's a single soul who hates you". Joel hummed in response, "I agree with our mushroom over here", Sarah gasped, "Out of all the nicknames...", "You prefer fishy better?", Joel teased, making Sarah cross her arms over her chest as she sat back, "I will turn my sister against you and then we'll see who will be a mushroom", she said, making your heart skip a beat that she was already referring to her as a sister.

The time spent in a hallway felt like a lifetime. You managed to sit for the first five minutes but then your nerves got the best of you so you opted to passing the corridor. Sarah was invested in all the little cards and buckles on the table. Joel stood beside you. Arms wrapped around you as he occasionally pressed a kiss or two to your shoulders or neck. In hopes of making some of the nerves melt away. To remind you that you were in this together. That he was here. Like he have always been. And no matter what happened you three were going to get through it.

"The Millers?", a lady called out making you spin towards her in an instant, "Nice to meet you, I'll be supervising you today". She went on to explain how everything usually worked around here. The number of times you would have to come by and see Ellie before they would issue a statement allowing you to adopt the girl if that ended up being your final destination. But you barely heard any of it. Thankful for Joel who kept the conversation going, noting the most important things. Light cries filled the room as you four stepped inside, the desire to soothe the babe instantly blossomed inside you.

You stepped closer to the crib, "She's fussy today, so don't let it set you off", the lady said moving to reach for her but you quickly cut in, "Could I?". The woman only smiled, allowing you to carefully pick the fussy little girl up, as you held her closer to your chest. "Hi, baby girl. I know, I know that it's so scary", you cooed at her, brushing your thumb over her flushed cheek, "But I've got you, sweetie". Ellie's cries died down almost in an instant, her big eyes now staring up at you. You rocked her gently in your arms, smiling at her softly.

Sarah stepped closer to you, moving to look at the bundled-up baby. She took the backpack from her shoulders, reaching in to pull out a tiny dinosaur. She looked up as if asking for permission to also approach her. You moved down to sit on the chair that stood by the crib, allowing Sarah to see Ellie better. She wiggled the stuffy in front of the baby, making different sounds that eventually had Ellie flashing a gummy smile at her.

Joel watched you two from the side. He never doubted Sarah being an awesome big sister. That kid had so much love to give as it was. He knew that sharing it with someone else would have only made his little sunshine happier. But it was you who had Joel captivated. The way your body instantly fell into a motherly state. A wave of proudness washed over him. That was his wife there. Cradling a baby to her chest.

"Dad you should hold her", Sarah said, stepping to the side as she watched her father who had been lost in his mind. "Let your mother bond with her, sweetheart", he said softly but you shook your head, "She's right, you should hold her. She's been looking at you for a while now", you said, standing up carefully. Joel realized just how long it had been since he had held a baby. And his mind instantly jumped to a thousand and one ways that he could hurt her by accident. Support the neck, he told himself, don't press too hard, just hold her steady.

But the moment Joel felt the weight of her in his arms. With you still standing close to him. As Ellie gripped onto your finger. Joel suddenly felt complete. As if this wiggly worm in his arms was exactly what his family had been missing. The warmth of his body soothed the baby and after a close inspection of the man holding her, Ellie's eyes started to grow heavy. "That's a big yawn, baby girl", Joel muttered quietly as he carefully brushed his hand over her head. Sarah walked closer to you two, wrapping her arms around you both, and resting her head on Joel's side. You four just stood there for some time. Joel rested his head onto yours, as the baby between the two of you drifted into a calm sleep. Not a single drop of worry in your body. The lady stood there with a pleased smile on her face, knowing full well that you three were going to give Ellie the best and most loving home she could ever hope to get.

[sakuraharuno156]

"…So you claim Hinata had no consideration for life of anyone other than Naruto... and then use a screenshot from the manga of her literally showing consideration for the wellbeing of someone who isn't Naruto."

Considering how things went after Neji vs Naruto, chances are that things changed in the Hyuuga family for those other than just Neji. Even if not, Hinata risking her life =/= a lack of consideration for anyone's life other than Naruto's, despite consequences. Or are you saying you’ve never done anything without carefully considering every single possible consequence first?

But hey… "Tell me you didn’t read my ask properly without telling me you didn’t read my ask properly".

"Or are you saying you've never done anything without carefully considering every single possible consequence first?"

First of all, sure, everyone did, but not necessarily when the consequences are:

1) you will just get in a way of a battle and be a great inconvenience instead of helping

(of which she was aware of)

2) getting your guard punished/possibly killed

3) you hurting the person you are supposed to "help" (I'm not gonna repeat myself, you can read it here)

4) you dying for no reason

5) if you somehow don't get killed, you becoming a burden to medics who could devote their time to people who did help or got hurt by ricochet of the attack.

Second of all, you are putting it in a way that implies that Hinata did that only once, and you are wrong.

At some point of someone consistently doing the same thing you have to admit they either do that maliciously or that they are plain stupid.

I'm just gonna bring a few examples (that I talked about before over and over, but I'll do that again, especially for you)

Shimamaru: almost died

Hinata: "But I want to stay beside Naruto too"

Does she care? No. Naruto-kun. That's all she cares about.

But maybe that's because they weren't too close, because who cares about a person from your class that is your comrade in war, he's not Naruto-kun.

How about her own teammate BEING CARRIED OUT BY MEDICS?

The oiment Hinata has is more important for Naruto-kun, who is completely fine.

Who cares about Kiba, he is just being taken by medical team, but he can be an afterthought, they are just teammates after all.

How about her family?

Neji, who will be punished for hurting her (because, as you recognize YOURSELF, it's before Naruto vs Neji fight, so the punishment WILL BE THERE), who asked her TIME AND TIME again to just give up. Why will he do that, huh? Maybe because he had known what happened TO HIS FATHER FOR JUST THINKING ABOUT HER IN A BAD WAY.

Anyway, how about making Neji hurt her, then provoking him by RUBBING IT IN HIS FACE THAT HE IS BELLOW HER?

Neji just said (again) that she should give up and stop the suffering, she just casually mentions that he is "lost and suffering" because he's not in the main family.

(And before you say it was nice of her, NEJI AND THEREFORE MANGA showed us he didn't appreciate it, and the guard also saw that Neji was provoked and WAS ABOUT TO CHARGE AT HER FOR THAT COMMENT)

But ok, maybe they weren't close enough of a family, so it was acceptable to provoke him and get him to be punished, because you know...

Naruto-kun is watching, so...

How about closer family? How about her own sister?

(Now, I don't like to quote the movies because I prefer to base my opinion on canon manga only, but you, Hinata Fans, love it, so let's go)

(Credit to whoever made it, I can't find the original)

Hanabi was just kidnapped, but Hinatas mind is occupied, because well... Naruto-kun 🥺

BUT OK, MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, THEY DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH OF A BOND BETWEEN THEM TO CARE.

Let's look at the person who took care of her for her whole life, her guard, her family, let's look at Ko:

Oh wait, we have already seen it.

It doesn't matter who it is, if it's her comrade, friend, teammate, cousin, sister, guard. If that person is not Naruto-kun, their life or well being is irrelevant to Hinata.

She cares about Naruto, that's it. Nothing else and noone else matters.

Do you understand?

So back to the beginning:

At some point of someone consistently doing the same thing you have to either admit they do that maliciously or that they are plain stupid and when it comes to LIFE OF OTHER PEOPLE I'll say that it either way makes you a bad person 🤷‍♀️

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So, in conclusion:

I did read your ask, I just assumed (and that is my mistake, I apologize) that if you are protecting Hinata, you shoud know first thing about her, but not only you didn't read the manga, you didn't even read the parts that had Hinata in it.

So, please, first read at LEAST chapters that have Hinata in them, before you speak (It's not a lot, she is a background character after all) or I'm not gonna answer to you again, because I'm tired of repeating myself for a 1000th time.

[therealquickshadow]

Hmmmm could u write a lil one shot in the day of the life of human heatshadow? It can literally be anything they do or some average griffin rock nuclear-accident-level day 🥺🥺🥺🥺👉👈

Today was a pretty chill day,Blades was watching tv,Chase was reading his rule book,Boulder was painting,Blurr was probably racing,Salvage was making something and Heatwave was in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee

While he was drinking his coffee he saw Quickshadow coming downstairs,he kind of forgot that his lover was here,when he looked at her he was caught off guard from her appearance.She was pale,she had a blanket wrapped around her,she looked miserable

"Hey Shadow you okay?" Heatwave asked,concerned

She looked at him and rolled her eyes

"Oh yes I'm feeling amazing" She said sarcastically

"You're pale" Heatwave said

"Oh really?I didn't notice that thank you for your concern!" She snapped at him,which was very unusual for such a composed and calm female like her to suddenly snap

"Woah Woah calm down,what's going on you okay?" He asked again,confused,he didn't really know what to do

"I'm perfectly fine plus it's none of your business!" She took a bag of chips and ran upstairs

Heatwave had a dumb-fooled face as she went back upstairs,when he wanted to go after her,Blurr came in to the kitchen looking terrified

"Is the devil gone..?" Blurr asked looking at Heatwave

"Huh?"

"The devil" Blurr added again

Then it suddenly clicked,she was on her period

"First she's not a devil,second if you don't leave I'll smack you" Heatwave sternly said

"What?Cap'n it's the kitchen not your room!"

"Did I shudder?"

As Blurr groaned and left the kitchen,Heatwave grabbed a Nutella jar and headed upstairs,when he arrived to her room,he decided to knock

"Shadow..?"

Heatwave asked,he didn't hear anything so he entered

When he entered,he saw his girlfriend laying on the bed,holding her stomach,crying,her hair in a messy bun,under the blankets

He sat down on the bed and grabbed her arm

"You okay?.." Heatwave asked concerned

"N-No..my stomach hurts so much...!" She sobs

Heatwave sighed and hugged her,letting her bury her face in his shoulder

"It's okay,It's okay.." he tried to comfort her

Eventually Quickshadow calmed down ,she stopped sobbing,she still looked miserable tho

"I got you Nutella" he gave her the jar

"Thank you.." she smiles softly as he handed her the nutella jar

She starts to eat the nutella with a spoon

"Do you need anything else?" Heatwave asked her,rubbing her back

"Cuddles.."

Heatwave didn't hesitate to lay down beside her,pulling the blanket around him and cuddle her tightly,letting her lean on his shoulder

"Do you love me?.." she asked out of no where

"Of course I do Angel,why wouldn't I?" he asked a little confused

"First I look like a mess..second I acted like an Asshole with you.."

"Angel you don't look like a mess you're just in pain so it's fine don't worry.." Heatwave said

"But-"

"No buts Shadow,no buts"

Eventually she ate enough nutella she closed the jar and put it away she just layed down snuggling in Heatwave's arms

"You're so cute.." Heatwave said as he was playing with her hair

"Heatwave ,I appreciate the fact that you're trying to make me feel better but I'm anything but cute right now,look at my face,look at my hair,I look like a complete mess.." She sighed,she appreciated his comforting but she knew she didn't look pretty at all

"Don't you ever say that again,you're the cutest well being that I ever laid my eyes on so please stop doubting yourself" he cups her cheek as he kisses her forehead

She blushed at his words,even after so many times of him saying sweet stuff to her,his words never failed making her a blushing mess

"Try to sleep okay?I'll stay here with you.." Heatwave said

"Alright.." Quickshadow said as she cuddled into his arms,clinging to him like a koala as he cuddled her back Eventually she fell asleep in his arms,him too.So they both took a nap for the day,luckily no one disturbed them

There you go!It's not my best one since it's been some years,hope you enjoy it tho😭🫶

[marina41trench]

Izumi Mitsuki - Drama Collection RabbitChat

Mitsuki: Inumaru, thanks for the hard work!

Mitsuki: Aaaand?!

Mitsuki: Touma-san!

Thank you for your hard work! 😆🌈

Touma: Thank you for your hard work…?

And…?

Touma: Huh? It’s Mitsuki-san, right?

Mitsuki: Sorry lolol Yeah it’s me!

Mitsuki: When I told him I’ll message you,

Riku also wants to send you a message on

RabbitChat, so he borrowed my smartphone,

and made his entrance 😆

Touma: That shocked me lolol

Your personality changed after “and”

I thought something was happening! 😂

Mitsuki: Sorry I surprised you lol

Mitsuki: ※ It seems like Riku has something to 

say to you, but his hands are occupied right

now because he's eating donuts, so I'll type

for him. There will be a few instances where I

change to Riku's personality ※

Touma:

Touma: Thank you for the notice lol

That way I could be prepared and

not be surprised lolol

Mitsuki: For now I’ll be Mitsuki!

Mitsuki:

Touma:

Mitsuki: So, going to the main topic

Mitsuki: Did you forget your cap in our greenroom?

Touma: Eh

Touma: Ah!!!!!!!!!

Touma: It’s a black cap, right????!!!!

Mitsuki: Yes yes! You went to greet us

before you left, right? I remember

you wearing it 🤔

Touma: Waaaaah I screwed up!

Touma: When I grabbed it I only placed it

there somewhere…

Even though Haru reminded me because I

forget a lot of things recently… 💦

Touma: I’m sorry!

I’ve already taken a taxi ride on the way to

another studio, so maybe I could leave it to a

security guard or staff…

Mitsuki: You don’t have to! We have a wrap-up

party, right? I’ll bring it with me there! 😄

I know you're anxious, but don't say

something lonesome. It's fine 👍✨

Touma: Mitsuki-san~~~~~~~!!!!

Touma: You’re truly a godsend…

Thank you very much!!!

Mitsuki: You’re exaggerating lolol You’re such a cute guy!! 😆

Touma: Ah, did you switch to Riku’s personality?!

Mitsuki: Nope!!

Does Riku call you cute?!?!

Touma: I got it wrong!!

We had a conversation before where he

told me that I had a cute smile then I

said to him, "no, it's you!"

Mitsuki: Ahh… Riku also says those things!

Right now I told Riku we’re talking about him, so

he made a 😳 face while munching a donut.

He’s so happy lol

Touma: I could imagine it lol

Touma: Earlier, Haru got mad at me because I

wore his cap by mistake. Then he got angry

and said I forgot something again…

Touma: Earlier, Haru scolded me and said, “You

forgot something again!” even though he was mad

at me for wearing his cap by mistake not too long ago…

Mitsuki: Sounds like our Yamato-san and Iori’s

relationship 😂

Mitsuki: Oh yeah, during the break time,

didn't he get scold you again when you

bought a frappe?

Touma: Being seen like that is so embarrassing!!!

We decided to take a sip of each other's frappe,

but it seems I accidentally ate the big ramune

I placed

Touma: He said, “I was so looking forward to it!”

and got mad at me! 😭

Mitsuki: I can relate to that!!

Mitsuki: When I recall Yamato-san and

Tamaki's argument, the food grudge

is scary~ ‼😂

Touma: He forgave me when I offered him

mine that had a lot of chocolate lolol

Touma: When I saw you and Yotsuba consumed it

quickly, you two had brain freeze, right? 😨

Mitsuki: Yeah we did lolol

It was so hot we couldn’t stop eating!!

Mitsuki: I could feel the youth ✨

Touma: Brain freeze is youth, right?!

Mitsuki: Going to the convenience store on

the way home from school, buy a lucky ice

cream, and say "who'll get it?!" then eat it

quickly surely is youth 🥺

Touma: Wah, you bought lucky ice cream!

It’s so nostalgic!

Touma: When I got to the set, it felt like

I was a student again~

Mitsuki: Riiight ‼

Mitsuki: I mean, your acting is really great!

I was pulled in by your influence,

and made it easier for me to do it

Touma: That’s

Touma: It’s a role where he didn't want to

lose doing it seriously, and looks uncool

when doing things seriously…

Touma: There was a time I did it but it bothered

everyone, so when I acted it, I approached the

uncool part of me objectively.

Mitsuki: I see.

You confronted your acting that way.

Your role, and yourself.

Touma: That’s why I was mesmerized

by your words!

Touma: You said, “"As long as I don't give up

my dream won't end!" ✨

Mitsuki: It sounds so simple, but it

still has an effect on us even now~!!

I was really happy I accepted this role

Mitsuki: Even if you make me say the line,

rather than thinking if there's persuasiveness,

I'll wonder if the feeling is acknowledged

Touma: I know that you put your feelings in

those lyrics. I really respect the way you were

kind to the juniors and how you set the scene!!!

Mitsuki: Ah, wait, I’m going to cry with those words

gimme a moment

Mitsuki: Touma-san, what is your favorite donut

flavor? 😆🫶

Touma: Wooaahh it’s the Riku personality!!!

Touma: I want the simple ones where there's 

no coating or anything special, I guess~! It

feels like competing for the taste, so if one

is delicious then everything is!

Touma: Wait, this sounds like I’m talking

casually with Mitsuki-san…..

Mitsuki: I understand! 💦

I’ll use your provisions as reference! ✨

Touma: Really? Thanks! 😆

And thank you very much!!🙇‍♂️

Mitsuki: Inumaru~! You’re really cute!!

Sorry for suddenly changing the conversation lol

※ I’ve returned to my personality ※

Touma: No no no!

Thank you for the donuts!

The others will be happy too…!

※ Understood ※

Mitsuki: Well, Riku finished eating donuts now

I’ll go to the recording studio soon!

Good luck to your next work!

We’ll meet again at the wrap-up party! 👍

Touma: Yes! Thank you very much!

I’ll look forward to it!!

Touma:

Mitsuki:

[astrosye]

Can you write a Jamil Viper request where Kalim notices that he and the reader like each other despite Jamil and the reader being similar in attempting to hide their feelings so he decides to lock them in a room together to get them to confess?

➻ astrosye

'i wonder what I look like in your eyes' - Jamil/reader

! hasn't been edited yet !

wc ;; 1.3k

notes ;; Mild swearing, poor attempts at joking, Kalim being a better matchmaker than me 😒 may be a little ooc (forgive me poh🥺🥰) kind of a half bullet/half fic (?) writing as stinky as my dad's farts but like wtvr, cringeay 😔

⌗ ACT I ;; jamil JAMIL had no idea of what you had done for him to feel this way. Was it because of the way you shine brighter than the sun, that sun flowers would turn to you, mistaking you for their sun? Or perhaps your kindness,, even after he had almost killed you; you had still shown him kindness, gentleness, and patience. He was so confused of his feelings for you, not knowing what could possibly happen if he had told you, and ended up drifting away - not knowing a single bit of your feelings for him, and making it seem like he disliked you, even if that wasn't his purpose. He mutters to himself about his little problem (his feelings😻), thinking no one was around - but little did he know.. Kalim was listening in while he was murmuring to himself! HE KNEW IT. OH MY SEVEN. "I KNEW IT!!" Kalim screeches "WHAT THE HELL KALIM"

So Jamil's stuck with another problem now.

Please seven have mercy on him since he's actually redder than Riddle when he scolds those troublesome friends of yours.

He's worried that Kalim might tell you about this.. and I mean- he's SO much further than 'ready'. I mean- everyone knows that Kalim might not be able to hold it in, and tell everyone about this.. so he's just genuinely worrying about this.

^ prematurely aging bcs of the stress😣

He tells Kalim to keep quiet about this, but how can he keep quiet about THAT?! Poor Kalim's probably itching to tell someone.. (Kinda like me)

Since Jamil was sooo worried about him spilling, he didn't.. he's got another plan in mind anyway.. 😈 (up to shenanigans and tomfoolery)

Mathematician Kalim, trying to figure out how to do this plan

⌗ ACT II ;; kalim KALIM had found out about Jamil's feelings for you even before he had heard Jamil muttering to himself about his little 'problem', though he hadn't exactly confirmed it- he just figured because of the way Jamil longingly stares at you, the way Jamil loses his guard just by someone mentioning your name, the clear favoritism.. It's great that he already has a plan in mind to get the both of you together! But uhm..how exactly does one do that? Ah wait- he hasn't even done step one; find out about your feelings for Jamil! Now don't you worry dear, Kalim's a great matchmaker! Just sign here, and here.. and please answer the rest of the survey! Thank you for your cooperation! But let's be serious now, Kalim does ask you some questions about Jamil.. It's fairly obvious that he's trying to figure out if you share the same feelings as Jamil. He tries reading your body language,, since you must know; body language is everything. "(name)!" Kalim called you out, grabbing your attention, "I wanted to ask you a question.." he states as you nod, listening to him ask away. "What do you feel about Jamil?" You instantly flush at the question, isn't it a bit too sudden? Kalim, you can't just ask questions like that out of the blue! "Ahn- I- uhm- he's a great friend! He always helps everyone out.. I admire him! I'm happy to be his friend! Aha.." Thanks to your defensive reaction, he definitely knows about your little crush on Jamil now! He notes this down in his head,, now how should he plan this out..

He's already went through the first step; confirming each other's feelings; but.. How exactly will he go through the other steps.

Now, matchmaking is no joke! It takes a thorough plan if you really want the pair to be together!

He's thinking about this so intensely.. So step two; find an empty room; he's already found one, so check that.. Step three; get you inside of that room; that should be easy since you probably won't suspect a thing! Step four; get Jamil in the room, and lock it until the both of you confess..!

HE'S SO SMART RIGHT?? I LOEV U KALIM😢

ACT III ;; you You felt.. some things for Jamil. I mean- no one can blame you! He's quite handsome, so you shouldn't be to blame. But,, it wasn't really for his looks that you had felt this for him- actually you don't even know why you feel this way for him! That, my children, is true love..! True love is when you don't know why you love them in the first place.. You not only wanted him, but you needed him. He may be poison, but sure as hell tastes like honey. (gidle tlga 😼) of course, your first year friends knew about this. "Bleughhh.. (name) what is wrong with you?! Ya like degration or something? Why HIM?!" "You're just jealous shut up" 🙄

some of your first year companions tease you about this. (ACE TRAPOLLA)

Ace is ESPECIALLY annoying about this. He takes advantage of this information, but luckily for you- he won't tell! He's feeling kind 2day so you're lucky..

⌗ ACT IV ;; finale Kalim had finally decided to do what he had to do and go through the plan, what fun! Of course, he had to make sure the both of you were ready because again- matchmaking is very delicate and needs a thorough plan! he wants the both of you together, so just try cooperating please! ok,, third step; get you inside the empty room. "(name)! Could you follow me?" You couldn't reject the sweet boy, so you did! "Stay right here (nickname), I have to do something really quick! Be patient, ok!" now time for step four; get Jamil inside. "Jamil can you do me a favor? You see.. " Kalim explained his (fake) problem, while Jamil sighed and went to do what Kalim asked. The plan was going well! Now for the last step.. Kalim silently followed Jamil, just when Jamil went through the door.. It suddenly shut, and it was locked. How typical of you😒

Both you and Jamil banged on the door, it just couldn't open for some reason.. Clearly, it was locked from the outside. (Sherlock era)

the both of you had no way out. It's not like you can get out through the window, it's on the third floor, you'd break your bones if you did!

The both of you sat down on the chairs in silence.. Awkward..

No one made a sound, Kalim couldn't hear you guys say a thing! Is it not working? Did he pick the wrong time?

The both of you hesitate to speak,, just what do you say at a time like this?

"I- uhm-" you managed to mutter out, but it's not like he heard anything much.. The silence was too loud for that.

Jamil decides to be the man, he'll do it since that's what Kalim clearly asked for. Kalim locked the both of you up, it's Jamil's job to get the both of you out.

"(name)," He calls out your name, "I love you."

"I love you." Jamil had waited so long to say that. Ready for a rejection, Jamil turns his head to the other side, not suspecting you to reciprocate his feelings. "I love you too..!" The door suddenly opens, congratulations! "Are you both an official couple now?" "OH SEVEN I KNEW YOU SET US UP KALIM" but is Kalim right? Are you both ready for a relationship? Maybe, maybe not. It's best to give it a shot right? "oh! It's already 5:37, I should probably get back to ramshackle." You run out of the room, pecking Jamil on the way, "Bye!"

give astrosye a five star rating please🥺 astrosye's desperate🥺

[thehistoriangirl]

Hii Im not sure if you take requests right now but if you do could you perhaps write a Viktor (Arcane) x Reader when its new Years Eve but reader is afraid of the fireworks and he is comforting her?

Also I rather went anon cause this is self indulgent as hell but you can call me V everyone (its the first letter of my name :))

Happy new year to you and to everyone else! <3

Hi, V! Yeah don't worry, I do take requests jfhfjhf <3 Let's pretend I uploaded this right on the first pls 🥺🥺 Happy New Year to you too! :3 I have to say that I LOVED this idea because I'm also afraid of fireworks hehehe 🤝

Let Me Be Your Shelter

Viktor x gn!Reader-----973 words----SFW

Tags: Fluff, just fluff| This is my special of New Year okay? (Thanks V <3)

It was Progress Day. The Ceremonial Hall inside the Academy was flooded with the echo of Jayce's speech over the microphone, though muffled inside the backstage you were peeking through to observe the stage.

You felt the brush of Viktor's vest against your hips as he moved, unsure of his hold of the lever after hearing his partner's resolution not to present their inventions. You looked at him, caressing his arm to try to cheer him up.

However, your words of encouragement died when the end of the presentation came abruptly when fireworks exploded behind the building and into the sky. Flashes of multicolor painted flicking brushes of yellow, red, and blue.

As with a thunderstorm sieging the city while you were inside your bedroom, the loud booms of the explosions reverberated inside the isolated space. Despite the cacophony of your rampant heartbeat, you couldn't drown the sounds that continued for way too long.

Fear had prickled your jaw into clenching, eyes forcefully closed as you threw your arms around Viktor's waist to hide your face against his clothes.

The action made him drop his crutch, the clanking of metal sending shivers down his body—you wanted to focus on it to distract yourself from the external event.

Thankfully, Viktor was an excellent disruption himself.

You heard his frenetic heartbeat matching yours now that the right side of your face was firmly pressed against his chest. Your breathing was suddenly very loud, an emulation of his own as one of his hands gently rested on your lower back, the other hovering higher.

He shushed you, whispering soothing words too close to your ear, moving the locks that hung on your forehead. Perhaps the tingling sensation growing in your stomach was a result of it, too. Viktor tried to create a sort of a cocoon with his head leaned down, shoulders hunched toward you.

Your listening capacity was reduced to the soft, almost rhythmic cadence of his voice.

The fireworks suddenly finished too quickly. But you still had Viktor's vest filling your fists with the fabric, and your nose was buried in his shirt, smelling the mix of coffee and soap out of it. He didn't push you away either.

You didn't hear the steps coming down the stage, though you did hear the clipboard knocking on the wooden floor followed by a soft hissed curse.

It was Jayce. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll leave now. I was never here. I'm sorry!" he muttered like a prayer as he bent down to take his notes and quickly dipped to the way he had come.

The room was dark, but even with the dimmed light from the Ceremonial Hall, you could see Viktor's face was tinted a deep pink.

You were still too close, still hanging on his arms.

"I—uh. Sorry." You jumped back, feigning straightening your clothes so you could avoid his gaze. "I'm—I'm scared of fireworks and I… I guess it caught me off, guard."

He put a hand over your shoulder to make you look at him. His smile was tiny but warm. "It's alright. Let me walk you home, eh, in case they have planned another firework show, yes?"

*~*~*~*

You were both in bed, winter arriving too cold to dine in the living room. Even if it was New Year's Eve.

The windows were closed, curtains drawn, filled with mist of the warm shelter of pillows and blankets you and Viktor were tangled in.

Both reading a book gently balanced on each of your laps; his being one of physics and yours being a fiction novel.

Viktor checked the clock on his nightstand, running his fingers through your hair to catch your attention.

"It's almost time," he said, closing the book as he put it aside. Viktor patted his lap, his arms open as you leaned into his hug, your book sliding down your legs to the carpet.

It was almost midnight, the time when the firework show would be in full display to welcome the New Year into Piltover.

From under your pillow, he pulled out one of his Christmas gifts: it looked like a headphone winter case, but less cozy. It didn't have fur or fluffy fabric all around like the ones you saw in the boutiques in the Commercial District, instead replaced with insulating rubber. The metal headband was warm when you took it from Viktor's hand.

A strange gift, until he told you to put them on.

They were comfortable, like winter cases, but much lighter. Viktor was smiling, and he was saying something—you saw his lips moving— but the words were a mystery. You blinked, confused.

You couldn't hear him.

You couldn't hear him.

His hands were gentle while taking them off as you looked lost at your lap because your brain couldn't keep up with the new information.

"I'll take your expression of this being a successful prototype if you don't mind," he said, only half-joking as you threw yourself toward his body, toppling him over the couch. "Do you like them? Now you don't have to be afraid of fireworks, hmm?"

"Thank you," you said, voice a little cracked with emotion.

He brushed your cheek with his thumb. "Whatever for you, my love."

Now you were also tucked between his arms, eyes fixated over the horizon as fireworks exploded into the navy sky, stars faintly hidden by lightning and stardust, seeing the shadows tinted with a multitude of colors, from green, to pink, yellow, white, and blue.

You saw Viktor's eyes reflecting the light in purples and oranges and your heart did a cartwheel when he looked back, cupping one of your cheeks while leaning to give the first kiss of the year.

"I love you." You read his lips before you closed your eyes to kiss him back.

[star-shapedfruit]

Let's talk about Chapter 107- Part Deux (Ex Machina)

Man. Man.

Follow up post from this. Might as well keep this as a series because I guess verbal diarrhoea is a coping mechanism for me. Thoughts and predictions again. Spoilers below

So it appears that yes, Hiyori is 100% dead now since we saw her memories through Yato (broke my fucking heart btw) and we're going down the shinki route.

Yato didn't want to name her. He had no choice. He had just watched the love of his life be murdered right in front of him and was about to see her be transformed into his Father's monstrous puppet. Naming her there and then before Father got the chance to was the only way to save her. This is the most brutal fucking chapter in the entire series I swear to GOD. (Though I think most of us can agree that from the small glimpse of Hakki we have so far, she looks gorgeous. That sakura design.. 🥺)

But seriously I'm hoping and praying that Hiyori is somehow going to retain her memories and either bypass the GGS or be pretty much immune to it. Like I said before, she's a special case. Because she already had ties to the Far Shore and to multiple gods, she might get a sort of get out of jail free card here. Plus it would just interrupt the flow of the finale to a really weird extent if she lost all of her memories. It'd be too jarring and weird imo. Perhaps she initially has all of them but then over time her Near Shore memories will eventually fade away.

(Reiterating what I said in the previous post. I have no idea how this is going to affect other shinkis with her being around in regards to the GGS. Or even if her existence will be allowed by Amaterasu. It's not like Ammy can wipe everyone's memories of Hiyori to safeguard them. But hey)

Also the fact that his shinkis are literally Snow White? Lol.

Lets say she retains her memories. Will she still be called Hiyori or will she have to go by Shirone even if hearing her name won't break her? Maybe it'll be a closely guarded secret by her and Yato. Having her name on a part of her body that can't be seen (like over her heart for instance because thematics) means it's hidden from view from anyone else, therefore nobody can use that name against her (KAZUMA. 👀) An extra layer of protection for her. It'll be her and Yato's (and probably Yukine's too) secret.

Speaking of Yukine, I'm guessing he's going to be out of action for this final final fight. With Hiyori slicing the Koto No Ha in half like an absolute boss ass bitch, it's likely that The Nation will collapse and everyone will return to their regular forms. Yukine will probably be in a bad shape and unfit to fight let alone even transform into Sekki. Meaning it's going to be Yato and Hiyori Vs Father working together as one. The Deux Ex Machina has appeared and she is pissed.

(Literally though, first thing she does as a weapon is take a slice at Father and the brush. I didn't even realise she'd cut his fingers til the second read through. Looks like she might have even got his neck too? Dare I say...? Slay?)

So yeah. I'm hoping that because of her original ties to Yato and the Far Shore, her memories may not be lost. The two of them will team up to take down Father as possibly the most powerful shinki we've seen so far. Nobody has been able to make a dent in the Koto No Ha until now. Which is possibly why this is why the story is going this way. Yato has tried and failed to take down Father multiple times. He couldn't use Yukine for his final confrontation for obvious reasons so he went on a search to find a suitable and powerful enough shinki to take his place, and that ended up being Kazuma. Obviously didn't work out as intended though.

Funny how maybe the person he's needed to take down Father all along is Hiyori. Father might have ended up winning in the end but by killing her, he's essentially doomed himself.

[gentlenotes-moved]

i got the endoscopy!! 🤍

and it went well with no issues! every doctor and nurse were all the nicest people on earth, making sure i was comfortable and helping me through all my anxieties and concerns <3 if you're interested, here's the summary:

ok so i was in the waiting room for like 5-10 minutes before they called me in. they had me pee in a cup for pregnancy tests. :') soon they had me get my gown on and i laid down in the bed. she asked me some questions about my height/weight, allergies, medical history, etc. for like 10 minutes until we got to the IV part for the future sedation. so the thing is i'm a small person and i have really small veins (and have to get poked around a LOT when i get my blood drawn) and she started with my hand and she was like 'wow you really do have tiny veins' and she had to poke around for like 2 minutes before she gave up bc she couldn't get to it lmfao. but i'll be totally honest, it hurt like a motherfucker :') (i didn't cry or feel like crying at all, i just clenched my fist and really wanted to punch the drywall lol)

so she moved on to my elbow for it instead, which worked after a while and hurt a bit, but not as much as when we did it on my hand. so we got it all figured out and got the tube connected, and she told me i'm gonna have this pH tester in my stomach for a couple days. along with it, i'll need to have a food, sleep and symptom diary with this sheet they gave me until like saturday. she made sure i was comfortable and she left. and then this dude came in after 10-15 minutes, and i think he was the main guy of this whole operation. he asked me if i was caught up with everything, including the diary, and make sure i knew what was going on. after he made sure i was caught up, he left. after a while, another lady came in and introduced herself as the nurse and then left. finally, a lady came in and introduced herself as the anesthesiologist. she was really upbeat, and helped me understand what was gonna go on with the anesthesia. she put on the oxygen thing that goes in your nose and she had a hard time bc "you have a teeny tiny nose" 🥹🥺

but we got it all figured out and we went to the room and it had a LOT of wires and computers and monitors and stuff. but it was pretty dark so it calmed me down lol. there was the last three people i met + this new lady. they laid me on my left side and made sure i had a comfy pillow and even added this long memory pillow behind me so i had back support?? idk i was just living in luxury lmao. but then they put this mouth guard thing in to keep my mouth open. then my anesthesiologist started running the anesthesia, and the BAM i was asleep before they even put the tube in!

i woke up groggy af in the recovery room w/ my mom. there was this nurse lady and i was like am..... am i done..?? and she said yes and i almost immediately went back to sleep lmao. i woke up again after i think a few minutes and the nurse asked me if i was able to sit up. i tried and almost fell over lol after a bit, she asked me if i was able to walk or if i wanted to wheelchair out. and i felt really disoriented and i didn't want to keep like tripping or smth on the way out, so for the sake of both us, i asked for a wheelchair. and i was done!

i feel fine except for the fact my chest hurts like hell and it hurts in my chest as well to swallow anything including water. i'm not shocked but it does suck lol. but basically they said everything looks normal, but it's gonna take a few days for the biopsy results.

[mylathesativa]

Me only using this plataform to share and spread my fanfic of young Ronal and Tonowari 🩷✨️🥺

You can read "Her & the Sea" in AO3

But here is a sneak peak for you of Tonowari and Ronal having a dinner date and Tonowari ending up being the dessert (that was awful I know)

“It must be so nice to live alone.”

“It’s peaceful,” he stated, his tone more serious than before. He didn’t officially live alone. That house was still his father’s until the title would be passed to him.

“I bet it is. No parents or siblings to deal with or tell you what to do. Waking up to the sounds of the waves.”

Hands roamed from behind her, as she felt his hard body pressed against her back in an intimate hug. He rested his chin on her head.

“Yes, it’s amazing. Yet, I’m kinda loving your presence here. I think the marui looks even brighter.”

She giggled, glancing over the reflection of the sky in the water and savoring the warmth of his skin against hers. “I’m glad you’re not afraid of me anymore.”

Tonowari corrected her, "Oh, I’m still afraid of you," pressing his open palm to her stomach to make her feel even closer to him. Everything seemed to fade into the background, leaving only her and the faint scent of flowers in her hair that made him love-drunk. “I’m afraid of everything that lingers in my imagination when I have you in my arms like this.”

She turned around, resting her arms behind his neck, her fingers grabbing the hairs on his nape. Tonowari had caught her off guard earlier in the healers' marui. Now, she would take control of things. Ronal was so close that he shuddered with desire. His hands traveled lower and lower from her waist to the upper part of her tail, which was swaying playfully.

He gave her a little leverage when she tried to reach his lips with her own, holding her tightly against him so she could kiss him eagerly. But when she lightly brushed her plump lips against his, Tonowari groaned.

"Ronal—"

Again, he was distracted by the feeling of her chest pressing against his torso as she went for his lips once more, now teasing him with her tongue until his lips slightly parted. Another moan escaped him as he felt her tug on his lower lip with her sharp teeth, careful not to draw blood but strong enough to make him tremble with the pleasurable mix of pain and ecstasy.

"You like it? Tell me what you like."

Tonowari was almost melting on the ground. His senses were hazy, and nothing else mattered but Ronal. He couldn't quite find the words to answer, but she demanded it when her fingers clenched his curls, bringing him forward so they were face to face.

"I like it. I love it," his voice was raspy. "Ronal." He said her name like a prayer, begging her for anything, to take him, to do something.

Their mouths pressed together, and a sense of relief finally washed over his body. But it wasn't with water, it was with fire. His body grew hotter and hotter with each roll of her tongue against his, the feel of her lips, the sounds she made. His eyes rolled back when she ground against him, seeking relief herself, as his grip on her hips became even more desperate. It would probably leave marks on her skin. The thought of other people seeing his hand marks on her body only made him harder, and he was now on the verge of coming undone. He stopped to catch his breath and calm himself down; otherwise, things could get embarrassing.

"Is that what you had in mind for our date?" Her eyes sparkled as she smirked, a mischievous glint in her gaze.

Her body ground against his bulge again, and he forced a grip on her to stop, yet he couldn't pull away from her, from those magical greenish eyes, from her warm skin with such an enticing scent. He didn't want to rush things with her. His intention was to have a proper date—dinner, some sweet talk, and then walk her home, safe and sound.

"Maybe we should take it slow? It's our first date," he said, trying to put some distance between them, but it was as if his hands were glued to her and couldn't let her go.

"We are just kissing."

"That was not just kissing, Ronal," he huffed, looking into her pretty round eyes, almost giving in. "I didn't invite you here just to sleep with you."

"You don't want to sleep with me?" She seemed confused by his denial.

"What?! No! I mean, yes, I want to sleep with you. Eywa, I want it so much," he confessed, caressing her cheek with his thumb. "I just don't want you to think that's all I want from you."

She leaned into his touch, her eyes filled with lust, but something else lurked behind those irises, something much more intense and sweet.

"What else do you want from me?" Ronal's voice was a whisper as she asked.

"Would I be too greedy if I say everything?" Tonowari ventured, and she smiled, leaning in to kiss him again. This time, he let it happen.

She held his shoulders, studying his face. "I didn't think you were trying to use me. I think we should let things happen at their own pace. And if that's what our bodies are saying," her face flushed.

"You know I—I've never done this before, right?" He assumed, gazing at the floor.

"We can take it slow," she assured, embracing him again. "Now kiss me."

Their lips crashed together in a passionate struggle for dominance and pleasure. Tonowari's hands gripped her hips, pressing her against his body. When she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, he groaned, almost catching fire with the sweet taste of her tongue.

Everything she did seemed to strike him right at his core. The way she was out of breath, the little sounds of pleasure she made only for his ears to hear. It also boosted his confidence. He could feel, smell, and see every reaction of her body to him, as if she were aching for him.

Plump lips left his mouth to nibble at his ear, teasing him with her fangs. His hips jerked forward, rutting against her. He stopped breathing, trying to control himself before noticing the little noises she made every time the most intimate parts of their bodies brushed against each other. She was pressed close, and he rocked his hips against her, making her whimper and throw her head back in a high-pitched moan.

But when her hands traveled to the front of his loincloth, he was the one throwing his head back. She grasped his bulge, pumping it slowly but with a firm grip, and a raspy moan so indecent left his throat that he lost track of time and place.

"Have you ever experienced anything like this?" She asked, giving his earlobe a delicious tug.

"Only by myself, if my own hands count."

She smiled and took him by the hand to a more secluded area, which she assumed was his room. "Lie down for me."

He lay on the rug, not taking his eyes off her. She knelt in front of his folded legs, laying on him and planting a kiss on his lips, going down his neck, chest, tongue traveling around his nipples, and down, down…

"Ronal…" That was all he could say as his erection begged for attention.

When her kisses reached his navel, she deliberately moved to his legs, kissing inside of them, so close… Then, she straightened up, untying the ropes that kept his loincloth in place. His hips moved up, helping her remove the item, trying to keep his composure, but he was trembling inside when he saw her lick her lips, watching his erection quiver in all its glory.

"I want to taste you now," she said, pumping his shaft in an agonizingly slow rhythm. She couldn't close her hands around it, yet they were incredibly soft. It took all his self-control not to climax right then and there.

"Yes. Yes, please, Ronal," he begged.

She leaned in, kissing his thigh, all the while still holding his shaft. She nibbled the inside of his thigh, marking him. He threw his head back, his curls now all loose. When she planted a kiss on his leaking tip, Tonowari made every effort to keep his eyes on her, watching her lips close around it, glistening with his moisture.

"You are so beautiful," her voice was hoarse as she looked up at him, licking all the way down his shaft, delighted with the sounds he was making. There was nothing sexier than a man who let you know he was enjoying what you were doing. She rolled her tongue around the head, looking at him with lustful eyes. "Mine."

Tonowari moaned, "Yours."

She closed her lips around his shaft, moving up and down, and pumping what didn't fit inside her mouth with her hands. His hips bucked upwards, meeting her rhythm in a frenetic state, lost in pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before. And he knew it wasn't just because it was his first time, but because it was with her. Knowing it was her made it all the more special and intense, and he couldn't contain himself.

His fingers gripped her head, not to force her to go deeper, but to find support. His heart rate skyrocketed as he felt his climax approaching. She seemed to notice it too, as her movements became even faster, and she expertly bobbed her head on him. Tilting his head back, he let out a scream of pleasure when he felt streams of his essence spill inside her mouth. His eyes rolled back when she swallowed it all, as if he were offering her another gourmet meal.

 And he knew he wouldn't be able to give himself like this to anyone else.

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If you enjoyed it, you should check the full story on AO3! Click here to read "Her & the Sea"

[oldmisfortune]

Hello!! Your design of Ezarel is very perfect! Love that it suits him so much and looks like an older version of him. Do you have headcannons on him and your OC??

Hi Mooniet!! Thank you so much for your ask! It's warming my lil heart people are interested in my nonsense 💖💖💖

I'm really glad you enjoy his design! I went back and forth a bit over the years on what I wanted him to look like but I think this is the best one I got so far!

As for him and my oc hahah,,, I guess I'm settling on the name 'Narcisa' for her but I'm terrible with names so who knows if it'll stick 🥲 ANYWAYS- have a few headcannons for your personal pleasure >:)

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-They very rarely keep peace for long, they fight constantly. From teasing to bantering and mocking and calling each other names, they always find a creative new way to take a jab at the other. In spite that, they are both very respectful about their boundaries and know not to hurt each other and tease about something that really hurts, like Narcisa losing her old life or her chronic illness, or like Ezarel's commitment issues or his dead friends. They're somehow very good at communicating and understanding that they overstepped often apologizing sincerely and almost immediately. And then, they go ahead and "fight" again, it's one of the Guard's big mysteries as to how they don't just become friends.

-Narcisa doesn't like honey or sweets (even if she recently developed a taste for flowers), so ever since Ezarel made a huge spectacle of his love for honey toasts, she gives him her portion whenever she's given some. At first, she only passed him the goods when he was there in the dinning area with her but as time passes and they get more and more familiar with each other she would go find him wherever he was to pass him her desert. (Of course, she was very bitter about it and said it was because she didn't like the food to go to waste but she's secretly soft 🥺)

-Ezarel is very conscious of Narcisa's health and her faery side acting up so he often fights for her to get the right bed, right food, hours off etc, basically special treatment, and that's something that he keeps doing even when her condition gets better, even when Ewelein says otherwise (BECAUSE HE'S ALSO SOFT).

-Narcisa's condition comes with immense physical exhaustion and she takes frequent naps and can even fall asleep in the middle of a busy road or a room. Ezarel started trying to princess carry her back to her room but she would always jolt awake. So now, he just stays by her side and lets her sleep, laying down with her or bringing his work to her so that he can make sure she's undisturbed. His excuse is that she needs the sleep due to her condition but YET AGAIN HE IS SOFT.

-One of the very few things they can do together without poking each other's eyes out, except napping next to each other, is surprisingly debating. They end up being very respectful of each other's views and arguments and often seek the other's advice but once they stop being serious or one dares to tease the other, it's back to the witty banter

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I don't wanna babble on for too long so I'll stop here hahaha I hope this makes at least a bit of sense even with the lack of context, I promise I'll introduce both my headcanon for Ezarel and more on Narcisa asap

thank you again for the ask and I hope you have a lovely end of day 💖✨

Have a lil bonus sketch of them, constantly fighting 😅 for now :)

[sttrawberries]

‘’ more like annoyances to fuck buddies to lovers, friends with benefits to lovers, the reader and Jason have a bantering/argumentative nature to their relationship’’ I just read this and I know I'm gonna love this so much, I’M IN

‘’If you ever exchanged secrets or those precious bits of your most raw selves, it was by mistake. It was through sarcasm, or coming off the tired lips of someone who had just been exhausted by a few orgasms. The two of you knew each other well, quite literally inside and out. ‘’ 🚬

‘’You told yourself it was because he was being a pervert, not because of the heat that curled in your gut at feeling so intensely desired by him’’ sure honey

‘’ his thighs spread wide in a way you immediately decided was arrogant and annoying rather than hot ‘’ I love the reader already kskssk

‘’ Gar’s enthusiastic voice in your ear. ‘’ cuteeee💚

“What can I call you, babe?” I hate him (I don’t)

‘’ Before you could come up with some clever reply, Dick sighed in frustration and started balking again. ‘’ dick’s patience in this sksksk

“No way.” 

“Yes way.” KSJKSKSKS

“Batman really lowered the height requirement, huh.” NOOO💀

‘’ You felt victory and a slight pang of guilt when Jason deflated because of your comment, shrinking back into himself at your words. ‘’ jay:(

“Okay, quiet.” Kory cut him off, clearly becoming annoyed with all of this dancing around the point as much as Dick was. “Sit.” This was so funny sksksks

“Even if I am the shorter Robin, I can assure you that everything else about me is… very long.” I can't believe he said this

‘’not because you were enjoying the smell of his strangely expensive cologne from this close by. ‘’ 🫦

SHE FROZE HIS BEER SKSJSSKSKDKSKSKD

‘’When he saw that it was completely frozen, he looked over and saw you grinning, and little did you know - that was the moment he became completely taken with you.’’ AAAAAAAAAAAA

‘’  he had to get inside you and drive you insane the same way that he knew you would for him’’ I’m on my knees for them? Already??

‘’ when you went to the bathroom (not to see Adamson - a different bathroom, to pee).’’ SKSKSKSS

HE SENT HER A PHOTO ALREADY, our boy didn't waste any time

‘’You told yourself it was to prove to him that you were too good for him - to show off something he could never actually have.’’ Of course honey

‘’ You had no clue that on one of those first nights living together, your self assured discipline not to give into your lust for him would break like a wafer cookie, and you would be in his bed faster than a sea turtle running into ocean’’ sjssjjs

‘’ Your nails cut into the flesh of his back, and he let out a low rumble from his gut as the sharp sting sent a wave of pleasure through him.’’ OKAY

‘’so utterly turned on by your bratty defiance’’ 🥴

‘’ When you bit down on his bottom lip, snarling, he tasted blood and the way he moaned at the pain was absolutely unmistakable. It was something you remembered and used against him many times after that.'' KDDJSKDKJ

‘’ The more time you spent around Jason, the more you got to know him, and the more you came to realize that he was nowhere near shallow. You easily saw that he was caring, deep, complex, troubled.’’ 🥺

‘’you found yourself willfully suppressing a smile.’’ HEHEHE

“Or did I make you cum so hard last night that I knocked the common sense out of your head?” OH NO HE DIDN’T

‘’ even though your relationship was casual, you still kept it guarded and private" i wonder how private it is considering those moans, the rest of the group is just pretending they don't know

‘’  You froze all the milk inside of it solid, making it into one large frozen chunk with the spoon stuck inside when he wasn’t looking’’ revenge is a dish best served cold they say

‘’ He told you that it was out of annoyance, and not affection.’’ Mmm

‘’ Denial. Staring at the door, waiting for him to walk inside at any moment. Just like you had back at the safehouse’’ :(

‘’ You would have been the one, alone and scared and stranded if it meant that he got to be at home safe.’’ 😭

‘’ stepping up to try and save his life meant a love bigger than anything else you could have done. 

And he was terrified of it. There was a big justice in your love for him. And to him, there was an even bigger justice in giving you an out to escape it - to escape loving him.‘’ I’M CRYING

‘’ He was clearly eager to get away from everyone like a wounded animal sulking away to lick his wounds in peace’’ oh jay

‘’ You hated it, but in the eyes of the group, yet again, Jason and any of his problems fell to the back burner. ‘’ i don’t like this

‘’ pushing down that stinging pain coming from the right side of your stomach. You reasoned that it was probably nothing more than a bruise forming there’’ uh ohhh👀

‘’ This whole thing had woken him up from the sweet little fantasy the two of you had been participating in. He was a natural born fuck-up. And sure, he could have you for a while, play around a bit - but he could never truly make you happy. Eventually, he would fuck you up too. He was a harsh poison and it would be better if he got out of your life before you felt the full effects. ‘’ :(

‘’ He had lied about not being so torn up inside, emotionally devastated as he was, and now you were lying about not being physically injured from the fight. The two of you made an odd, but perfectly matched pair. ‘’ a match made in heaven

‘’ One thing that means I’m not totally useless.”’ Jason no

‘’ Things had officially changed between you and Jason. You had yet to find out if it was for the better, or for the painstakingly worse.’’ We'll see

‘’ You almost dared to call it something as epic and dangerous as love, buried deep in his eyes’’ 🥹

‘’ Kory came out of nowhere - seemingly, she had the same idea as you. Putting her life on the line for an emotionally repressed man that she hadn’t admitted her feelings for. But she was there because she was in love with the other Robin. (Or rather, a man who claimed over and over again that he wasn’t Robin.) ‘’ 🤐

‘’ You had no idea that a large part of his panic came from seeing you in the building.’’ AAAAAA

‘’ Working entirely on instinct, you put your palms flat across it and began forming ice crystals over it, hoping to make it rigid and breakable if it was frozen. 

Once there was enough ice, you quickly looked around and spotted a metal pipe there for the in-progress construction of the building, so you grabbed it and rushed to smash the glass with it. You felt victorious as it shattered, and Jason flinched away from the shards, putting you one step closer to freeing him. ‘’ YEAAAAA

‘’ Jason caught a whiff of your unique scent, the shower gel you used that mingled with your body’s natural oils; and he felt so painfully at home. For the first time that night, he held back tears. He couldn’t help but to lean his forehead on your shoulder, taking comfort in having you so near after being on edge and terrified for so many hours. You resisted the urge to run a hand through his hair, to cradle him and give him further comfort.’’ I’M LOVING THIS

‘’ It was the usual kind of humor that he gave you. 

It was comforting to know that every trace of the Jason you knew hadn’t been stolen by Deathstroke. ‘’ 🥹

‘’ It was meant to be a joke. But even unconsciously, it was an acknowledgement of that dangerous line - the line between truly caring and just using someone for sex.’’ MMM

“Maybe I don’t have to be turned on by you all the time.” 

There was more stuck in his throat. Another dangerous acknowledgement of that line. 

‘Maybe I just have to care.’’ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

‘’ It’s worth it.’ You wanted to say. ‘For you, I’d bear any pain.’ 

The words lived and died behind your eyes, and your tongue decided on something else entirely. 

“It’s nothing.’’ NOOOOOOOOOOO

‘’There was one thing he was determined about. If he was going to die, he wasn’t going to take you down with him’’ 😭

“You have to drop me, Y/N.” He said, nothing but pure mourning on his lips. “I’m dead weight."

You both knew it was a horrendous double meaning. 

He thought he was a dead weight to your life” NOOOOOOOOO

‘’ “I’m not letting go of you!” You declared sharply. “Not that easily.” 

As he stared up at your tearful eyes, he knew that you meant it as more.’’ aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA

‘’ You were forced to watch on in chest clenching horror, blinking through heavy tears as he began hurtling toward the ground. ‘’ THIS WAS SO INTENSE

‘’ When Jason finished taping down the bandages, making sure the wound was clean and secure, he laid his palm flat on top of it. It was a kind of ‘kissing it better’ that instantly spread warmth curling through your gut.’’ OH MY HEART

“You’re free to go now.” NO:(

‘’ It had to be something else. ‘’ PLEASE

‘’ If you stuck with him any longer, you probably would end up being killed. And he would never forgive himself for that.’’ :(

‘’ You were the one to bravely step forward’’ YESSSSS

‘’ For the first time since his feet had touched the ground, he felt calm. He felt safe’’ I’M CRYING

“Please don’t do this.” He murmured quietly into your skin.’’ </3

‘’ He knew that this was the moment - like Gatsby reaching up toward the stars - this would be the moment that he was tied to you forever, damned by his love for you. ‘’ oh no, I’m not informed enough to understand this reference 😔

‘’Tears pricked the edges of his eyes at the thought. 

You pulled back, just enough to properly look him in the eyes, and your own tears formed when you saw that pathetic puppy dog looking back at you. ‘’ I’m having teary eyes too

“I meant what I said.” You repeated yourself, still entirely firm in this conviction. “I’m not gonna let you go that easily.” AAAAAAAAAA

‘’  A pained sigh ripped through you when he didn’t make any moves to kiss you back.’’ 💔

‘’ He reached up and grabbed your jaw, pulling you into a firmer kiss, declaring every ounce of passion and terror that he was feeling in those moments. You answered it all right back - digging your fingers into the shoulders of his shirt, letting out a hot huff against his cheek as you leaned into his body. 

He would never be perfect - but he was yours.’’ AaaaaaaAAAAAA YES

THIS WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!! A roller coaster of emotions, I could feel the tension, the pain, everything! It had me crying like I normally would if this was a long fic full of chapters that I’ve gotten emotionally invested.

Sadly I can’t read the second part right now because I don’t have time but I will in a few days and trust me when I say that until then I will be waiting and remembering this! Thank you so much for sharing your story!!!❤️

Emergency Contact

Jason Todd x Gender Neutral Reader

You choke on your words, but you swallow them faster.

Just want you to be my Emergency Contact.

Summary:

After Jason miraculously comes home from his brush with Deathstroke, you’re both feeling it in very different ways. You have an unexpected physical wound from the battle, and he has many (very expected) emotional wounds. You help each other heal. Even if it’s very stubborn on both your parts.

Jason Todd x GN!Powered!Reader. Enemies/FWB to Lovers. Angst and Hurt/Comfort. (Slight Smut). Set during Season 2, Episode 5.

Word Count: 10,400

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Detailed warnings and author’s notes below the cut.

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Warnings: general emotional angst, Jason has a self deprecating inner dialogue, (kind of) enemies to lovers - more like annoyances to fuck buddies to lovers, friends with benefits to lovers, the reader and Jason have a bantering/argumentative nature to their relationship, the reader is meant to be 100% gender neutral (the reader is never referred to in the third person, so there is no need to use they/them pronouns, but the reader is not called she/her or he/him), Jason calls the reader ‘babe’ (imo, a completely gender neutral term and he would call anybody that), mentions of alcohol (Jason drinking a beer), the reader character has ice powers (not entirely relevant to the plot but I couldn’t help myself lmao).

sexual themes throughout, mentions of sexting (no detailed descriptions), mentions of sexting in public, mentions of the reader character sending nudes to Jason (no detailed descriptions of the photos), one scene with detailed smut (but it is not the primary focus of the fic), the reader’s genitals are not described in any specific way, some dirty talk, Jason is more dominant and the reader is more submissive, penetrative sex, Jason is annoying even during sex, Jason has a pain kink (even when he’s a dom, he’s a painslut, I don’t make the rules), scratching/marking (Jason receiving), slight humiliation kink.

mentions of canon level violence, mentions of kidnapping (in alignment with canon), mentions of Jason being beaten by Deathstroke, mentions of Jason’s near-death experience (being dropped off the building), gun violence, the reader is injured - has a bullet wound/bullet fragment in their stomach, mentions of blood, descriptions of first-aid, mentions of puss from an infected wound (theoretically, not something that happens in the fic). That should be everything.

A/N: The title for the fic comes from a song by Pierce the Veil of the same name. It’s a newer song, and it’s one that I absolutely went to when looking for a title for this fic. The concept of becoming someone’s emergency contact is about upgrading the relationship from casual to much more serious, and just the whole song, and specific lyrics in it suit this fic so well. I highly recommend listening to it paired with this fic.

This was based on a request from my old blog, but obvi I don’t have that ask anymore - the request was about Jason getting shot and having his wound attended to by the reader, but I changed it to the reader getting shot cause I thought that was more interesting and less common. If the person who made that request sees this and finds my new blog, I hope you enjoy it! And in general, I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it.

This is another re-post from my old blog, and I do have a sequel for it in my drafts, which I am not actively working on. And before I post the sequel, I do plan on tweaking this and revamping it a little, but I figured I would repost this for now just to have the masterlist complete on this blog.

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If asked, you would be hard pressed to explain your relationship with Jason Todd. 

The best way you could describe it would probably be - friends with benefits? 

But most of the time, the two of you weren’t even friends. You weren’t the type to hang out casually, or spend time alone together if it didn’t involve ripping each other’s clothes off. 

If you ever exchanged secrets or those precious bits of your most raw selves, it was by mistake. It was through sarcasm, or coming off the tired lips of someone who had just been exhausted by a few orgasms. The two of you knew each other well, quite literally inside and out. But you always made a deep, concerted effort to hold each other at arm’s length. And maybe that’s part of what all the snark and harsh words were for. 

It wasn’t all arguing. You were friendly. You could be civil, at the very least. 

Right from the moment you had first met Jason, you had found him to be so damn annoying, a shitstain on the earth - yet, someone you couldn’t stay away from. The line between flirtatious banter and a truly grinding argument was always so thin with the two of you. 

… 

You hadn’t expected that your life would be truly changed when you walked into that safehouse in Chicago that day. You truly thought nothing of him when his eyes landed on you - in those moments, a completely anonymous stranger, raking his eyes over you like you were a piece of meat. It was a gaze that immediately made you feel naked, something that made you want to smack him. You told yourself it was because he was being a pervert, not because of the heat that curled in your gut at feeling so intensely desired by him. 

He had been sitting on the couch sipping a beer like he owned the place, his thighs spread wide in a way you immediately decided was arrogant and annoying rather than hot - showing off his muscle tone as if it was trying to break through his jeans. Definitely annoying. Definitely the stance of a fuckboy trying to look bigger and badder than he was. He definitely was not attractive. 

When Dick led you, Rachel, Gar, and Kory further into the condo that seemed far too conspicuous to be a safehouse, the stranger you would later come to know as Jason quickly spoke up. 

“Who are your friends?” He asked. 

As he rose from the couch, his eyes lingered on you. Though his words seemed more out of curiosity, you couldn’t help but feel that bite of something more salacious lingering in his voice. 

It caused you to scoff and roll your eyes. 

“Not important.” Dick declared, his voice snippy. He was clearly annoyed with this new guy, and you could tell that your perceptions of him were definitely not ill-informed. 

“Who’s he?” Kory asked, going for the obvious question. 

“Not important.” Dick parroted out the words again, sounding much shorter with his patience. 

“Anybody want a brew?” Jason asked, motioning with the beer bottle in his hand. 

“Brew?” You twisted your eyebrows with disgust, staring him down as you commented on his odd choice of slang. 

He didn’t get to reply, as you were trampled over by Gar’s enthusiastic voice in your ear. 

“I do!” He said, raising his hand with excitement. 

“No, you don’t.” You quickly told him, reaching out to grab his hand and put it back down. “It’s disgusting.” 

You had a grand suspicion that Gar had never drank beer before, and he had no idea what he was truly asking for. Rather, he was simply taking advantage of trying new things because Dick and Kory were incredibly slack parental figures and he was away from home for the first time. 

“No, no one wants a brew.” Dick sighed, shaking his head. He threw Jason a small glare and you resisted the urge to laugh. 

“That can’t be Adamson.” Kory said, motioning toward Jason. 

This left you confused. But you didn’t question it. 

“He’s not Adamson. Adamson’s in the bathroom. Unconscious.” Dick explained. 

“Hi, I’m Rachel.” Rachel told Jason, offering him a sweet smile - being her usual sweet self. 

“Jason.” He introduced himself, in that moment, finally giving you a name to that obnoxious face. 

“I’m Gar!” Gar said with a grin, to which Jason nodded. 

Jason caught you glaring at him, and looked you up and down again, as if trying to willfully tear off your clothes with his eyes. It made your skin itch with heat and you would forever deny that it was a feeling you liked. 

“What can I call you, babe?” He asked, his voice entirely slimy, the kind of tone he would have used to recite cheesy lines to Tinder dates, you were entirely sure of. 

Before you could come up with some clever reply, Dick sighed in frustration and started balking again. 

“Okay, who we all are doesn’t matter right now.” He pressed, his neck so entirely tense that veins began to pop from the skin. “Can we just chill out, relax, sit on the couch and watch TV or something?” 

It seemed that he wouldn’t get his wish. 

Gar quickly charged around the table, finding something else to get strung up about. 

“Yo, when did you get another one?” He asked, putting his hands on both of the expensive cases on the long dining table - a copy identical to the one you knew to be containing Dick’s Robin outfit. 

It made you curious, and the answer that followed certainly surprised you. 

“That one’s mine.” Jason said, his chest literally puffing out with pride as he stated the fact. 

“No way.” You scoffed. 

“Yes way.” He quickly argued back, the whole exchange sounding entirely juvenile.

“This one’s yours? Wait, you’re Robin too?” Gar quickly put the pieces together. 

“I thought you were Robin?” Rachel commented, tilting her head toward Dick with curiosity. 

“I am.” Dick said firmly. 

“He was.” Jason corrected, a cocky smirk forming across his lips. 

“Batman really lowered the height requirement, huh.” You said. 

The words flew from your mouth before you could stop them, seeing as it was likely the only thing you could nitpick about Jason’s appearance. Between his stunning sharp jaw, his piercing blue eyes, his oddly appealing wild hair, his muscle tone being somehow visible beneath his baggy clothing - all of it made you equally frustrated and annoyed with him, and your baser urges couldn’t resist the low-hanging fruit. 

You felt victory and a slight pang of guilt when Jason deflated because of your comment, shrinking back into himself at your words. 

He didn’t have anything to say in return, he simply sipped his beer. 

“Wait, how many Robins are there?” Gar said, beginning to excitedly ramble at the thought. “Are there a lot? Cause I would love to-” 

“Okay, quiet.” Kory cut him off, clearly becoming annoyed with all of this dancing around the point as much as Dick was. “Sit.” 

Her words were firm, and you couldn’t help but to listen. You found yourself collapsing to sit on the couch while Rachel and Gar took seats at the dining table. Jason continued to linger in the middle of the room, staring at Kory and Dick as their frustration filled the air. 

“Bathroom.” Kory told Dick, and then they left to deal with whoever - or whatever - Adamson was. 

Jason sighed and took a seat beside you. When his eyes fell on you, you set your jaw and glared at him. You didn’t give away a single ounce of the heat you were feeling as his eyes locked with yours. 

“Even if I am the shorter Robin, I can assure you that everything else about me is… very long.” He lowered his voice and whispered those last words, crowding into your personal space as he did so. 

It sent shivers down your spine, his silken voice making the words sound too tempting. Even if you twisted your face and said ‘gross!’ causing him to dissolve into laughter, you didn’t make an effort to move away from him or put any space between your two bodies on the very large couch. You told yourself it was because you were tired from a very long day of travel, not because you were enjoying the smell of his strangely expensive cologne from this close by. 

His grin was still entirely smug, and you couldn’t stand it. 

When he raised the beer bottle up to his mouth again, you reached over and put a hand on his forearm, forcefully dragging his arm down as you made a snide comment. 

“That shit is disgusting, why the hell do you drink it?” You asked. 

You found your face drifting toward his again and if asked, you would say it was a form of intimidation - not that you were being drawn in by an unconscious attraction to him. 

“Because I can.” He replied, just as snide as he slipped your grip and sipped on the drink. 

You mocked his words in an entirely childish voice, and then you raised a single finger up to it and skimmed along the neck of the bottle. It took only a single moment of concentration with your skilled powers to freeze the beer inside solid. He thought he felt an extra chill coming off his hand, but convinced himself that he imagined it. But when he kept it tilted and nothing came out to meet his lips, he shook it and then stuck an inquiring eye inside the bottle. 

When he saw that it was completely frozen, he looked over and saw you grinning, and little did you know - that was the moment he became completely taken with you. You were one of the most annoying people he had ever met, and he found himself so intensely attracted to you. 

Even if it was getting under your skin by arguing with you or fucking your brains out, he knew in that moment - he had to get inside you and drive you insane the same way that he knew you would for him. 

… 

When Dick left to go check on his old circus friend Clay, Jason winked at you and said ‘don’t miss me too much’. You made a show of putting a finger near your mouth and audibly gagging. 

Later that night, when Jason didn’t return, you hated the curl of disappointment that panged in your stomach. You wanted to hit yourself for staring at the door, waiting for the second Robin to come in behind Dick. 

You hated yourself even more for replying to Jason’s texts. 

Apparently he had taken your phone out of your jacket pocket when you went to the bathroom (not to see Adamson - a different bathroom, to pee). And he had put himself in your contacts as ‘Hot Guy’. He had also sent himself a text from your phone that read ‘omg Jason you’re so hot, will you fuck me?’. And then replied to it from his own phone with a picture of his cock. 

Unfortunately, the only thing you could mock about the picture was poor lighting. 

When you told him as much, he quickly remedied that with several more pictures - ones with better lighting. He sent a video with very distinct audio. You would deny that you rushed to put your headphones in to listen to it while you sat on the train with Kory and Gar. You would deny that it drove a hard, hot pain between your thighs. 

You dug through a folder and sent some pictures of your own. You told yourself it was to prove to him that you were too good for him - to show off something he could never actually have. To tease him. 

You would deny that you loved the compliments he gave you, that you ate up the affection like a plant lovingly soaking up the sun. 

When you were sexting him, you had no clue that you were ever going to see him again. It was almost mindless, something for a dopamine hit to distract yourself from all the chaos going on around you. You weren’t doing it because you actually liked Jason. You didn’t have any real attractions toward him, or any real plans to carry out all of the bold things you said in those messages. 

You had no clue that you’d end up living together. 

When you did find out that Dick would be taking Jason into the newly reopened Titans Tower along with you, Gar, and Rachel, you didn’t make a big deal of it in your mind. When Jason made flirtatious remarks toward you in person, you brushed him off. You put up a wall. 

You told yourself that he was nothing more than a cocky, shallow guy who would use you for sex and then throw you away - something you could never actually build a proper relationship with. And if you were supposed to live together, be some kind of team like Dick expected you to be, then you couldn’t be messy. You couldn’t get emotional. 

You had no clue that on one of those first nights living together, your self assured discipline not to give into your lust for him would break like a wafer cookie, and you would be in his bed faster than a sea turtle running into ocean. 

… 

“Fuck, babe, you feel so good on my cock.” Jason grunted, his face buried in your neck as he thrusted deep inside of you. The loud squelch of artificial wetness coming from between your thighs as he worked his hips, working you open with a needy, demanding pace. “Bet you love this cock, huh? Tell me how fuckin’ much you love it.” 

“Shut up.” 

The words came from your throat as a weak whimper, much less powerful than you had intended. 

You didn’t want to give him any more power than he already held over you - he had you weak and willing on his cock, something you would have never admitted could be true until it was happening in these moments. 

Though you would never admit it aloud, you loved the way he handled you. Having you pinned against the bed with his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, having you breathless and moaning as he fucked into you with fast, obviously skilled strokes. Your nails cut into the flesh of his back, and he let out a low rumble from his gut as the sharp sting sent a wave of pleasure through him. 

You hated the twinge of lustful embarrassment that curled in your gut when he chuckled at your words. 

“Oh, you want me to shut up?” He asked, slightly breathless from the act himself, moving one hand beside your head to raise himself up slightly to look in your eyes. 

He was sweaty, disheveled, his hair a mess, his muscles taught with the effort as he continued to pound into you. You hated that you had imagined him much like this before, and that this outlived all of your fantasies. 

“Yes.” You fired back. “Just shut up and fuck me.” 

He bit his lip - something you didn’t know was him trying to hold back his orgasm, so utterly turned on by your bratty defiance, the twinge of a whimper in your voice as you said those words. 

“You weren’t tellin’ me to shut up when I was texting you.” 

He said, all hot breath fanning across your chin, his hips spearing forward in sharp, hard hits that made your skin smack loudly together. It made you work hard to suppress moans deep in your chest in a way that was painful, like venom inside your lungs. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of your sounds, of knowing just how good he was fucking you - even if he could see it written all over your pleasure twisted face. 

“You only begged for more when I was tellin’ you how I was gonna lay you on my bed. Take you apart… make you scream my name.” 

He reached his other hand from your hip to the point where you were joined. He began touching that tender place, making sharp, vicious strokes that were almost vengeful. Tears easily gathered in your eyes and he let out another chuckle when you choked on a deep, pleasurable wail. 

“Tell me, how many times did you touch yourself reading what I wrote?” 

He asked, leaning down to whisper the words right in your ear. 

“How many times did you cum thinking about me?” 

“I didn’t.” You choked out, digging your nails deeper into the skin of his back, causing him to grunt as the pain mixed with the pleasure flowing through him. 

“Sure, babe.” He smirked down at you, turning that look into something absolutely pavlovian that would forever make you feel his cock deep inside of you when you saw it, rather than feeling annoyed. 

Maybe from that point on, it was a bit of both. 

In an effort to shut him up, you reached up and claimed his lips. It was supposed to be a kiss, but it was mostly teeth. When you bit down on his bottom lip, snarling, he tasted blood and the way he moaned at the pain was absolutely unmistakable. It was something you remembered and used against him many times after that. 

… 

You wouldn’t allow yourself any room for self hatred when it came to that break in your self control. When it became an ongoing thing, you spun it as positive in your mind. 

It was just sexual release. You and Jason both needed it. It paired well with intense training and the heavy studying that Dick made you do. It lowered your stress levels a lot, and it helped you get through the day. 

The more time you spent around Jason, the more you got to know him, and the more you came to realize that he was nowhere near shallow. You easily saw that he was caring, deep, complex, troubled. The more time passed, you found yourself falling for him and the more you deeply denied it. Because it was just sex. 

Things were good between the two of you, and you knew that if you added anything else to the mix - any complicated, mushy feelings - you would fuck it up. 

You were especially reminded of this - how important it was not to fuck things up - just a day or so before every other force aside from you railed Titans Tower and began royally fucking things up. 

… 

It was a morning just like any other at Titans Tower. It was delightfully quiet - even though Dick demanded that everyone get up at ungodly early hours to begin training, you had somehow managed to wake up before everyone else and you were enjoying the peace it brought you. 

When you got up to see that Jason was already in the kitchen, standing at the counter as he munched on a bowl of cereal, you wanted to scorn the idea that your peace would be interrupted. But instead, you found yourself willfully suppressing a smile. 

You yawned and walked over to the counter, grabbing a bowl from one of the cupboards, thinking that cereal was just the right idea on his part. A deep frown cut through your face when you poured out the rest of the cereal box he had left on the counter, and a very measly amount fell into your bowl. 

“What kind of asshole only leaves three fucking cornflakes in the bottom of the box?” You scoffed, causing him to chuckle. 

“Learn to count, babe.” He told you, speaking with his mouth half-full. “That’s more than three.” 

You rolled your eyes. You were likely exaggerating - but still, it seemed rude to you to leave such a small portion, barely a handful, in the bottom of the box. 

“Or did I make you cum so hard last night that I knocked the common sense out of your head?” He added on, throwing you that signature smirk that made heat bloom between your thighs. 

You let out a sarcastic snort, giving him a purposefully disgusted grimace as you lifted the bowl up and dumped the remaining cereal into his portion instead. 

“You might as well take these.” You told him. “And don’t flatter yourself, you’re not that good.” 

You moved behind them, distracting yourself from the conversation by making a cup of coffee. 

“Oh really?” He perked up, rising to his full height, pure mischief in his voice. “It didn’t sound like it last night.” 

Much to your horror, he then began imitating your moans. 

“‘Oh, Jason! Oh, fuck me! More!’” 

It was a cartoonish, pornographic imitation, something he likely wouldn’t have done if the others were anywhere within earshot. Oddly enough, even though your relationship was casual, you still kept it guarded and private, as though it were some precious secret that needed to be kept from the others. 

“‘Jason, please, your dick is the best! Oh, make me cum!’” 

But that was the farthest thing from your mind as embarrassment curled in your stomach, the reaction he likely wanted to draw out of you. You hated that you didn’t truly know if it was accurate or not, because sometimes - yes, he did fuck your brains out and make you completely mindless on his cock. 

But you would never admit that he was right. 

“Shut up.” You sighed, causing him to dissolve into laughter, feeling as though he had won. 

But you wouldn’t simply leave it at that. 

Instead, as you pushed the button on the machine and your coffee began to drip, you turned around and gently placed your fingers on the side of his cereal bowl. You froze all the milk inside of it solid, making it into one large frozen chunk with the spoon stuck inside when he wasn’t looking - distracted, staring at your face, looking for any trace of the reaction that he had drawn out of you. 

You just glared, and he smirked once more. 

When he picked up the spoon again and went to take another bite, the entire bowl came with it. He sighed in defeat when he realized what you had done. 

“You know, it’s so damn annoying when you do that.” He sighed. 

“I know.” You grinned at him. 

He couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach at this. He resisted the urge to grab you by the sides of your head and steal the grin of your mouth with his own. He told you that it was out of annoyance, and not affection. He told himself those lines were most definitely not blurred when it came to you. 

… 

Confessing your feelings to Jason would not have been your choice. 

Given the choice, you would have let your feelings quietly live and die inside of you. You would have just kept Jason as a friend. You would have even dropped the amazing sex if it meant staying on good terms with him. 

But the stakes rose pretty quickly, and things were taken out of your hands. The choice was stolen from you and Jason entirely against your will. 

When you found out he was missing, supposedly kidnapped by Doctor Light on the heels of some misguided plan - something inside of you shattered. Up until that moment, if you thought it was just a stupid crush, or an infatuation inside of you that would easily fade with time - you quickly found out that you were wrong. 

You went through the stages of grief like a rocket. 

Denial. Staring at the door, waiting for him to walk inside at any moment. Just like you had back at the safehouse.

Anger. Being so pissed at Dick at the other older Titans that you could barely breathe. How had they let this happen to him? How could they make him feel so inadequate that he felt the need to go out on his own, half-cocked, clearly doing something in the name of looking for their approval? 

Bargaining. You would have traded places with him. You would have been the one, alone and scared and stranded if it meant that he got to be at home safe. You would have gone with him to carry out the stupid plan if he had only asked. Why hadn’t he asked you? 

Depression. You wept in your room, hands clasped over your face, letting out chest-shaking sobs as you thought of the possibility of him never returning home again. You realized the possibility of him dying was very real and it made your lungs burn. 

And then finally - Acceptance. You finally accepted that your feelings for him were something bigger, and if it meant that you were the only person in the Tower who truly cared about him (probably aside from Gar) - the only person who didn’t just see him as a pawn to be used against Deathstroke - then you had to do something about it. 

So you laid out your love for Jason. You put it all on the line for him. You accidentally confessed to him, showed your feelings in a gesture so quiet it screamed. 

You knew that for someone who stepped up to become Robin, someone who scorned cops for pummeling down on the innocent when they were supposed to be protectors - stepping up to try and save his life meant a love bigger than anything else you could have done. 

And he was terrified of it. There was a big justice in your love for him. And to him, there was an even bigger justice in giving you an out to escape it - to escape loving him.  

… 

Hectic. 

That was easily how you would describe the last few days at Titans Tower. 

Between the unexpected arrival of Rose - Dick taking on another stray because, like Rachel said, he couldn’t resist a bird with a broken wing. Finding out that she was related to one of the deadliest men on earth that the Titans apparently had previous history with. And then Jason going off on his own without telling you, some botched hostage trade, and the group picking up yet another stray - a strange boy who had saved Jason’s life. It was all a blur of hectic chaos that had you snapping your neck to keep up. 

Sleep was scarce and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a proper meal. 

But you weren’t truly worried about any of that. 

Dust had been kicked up around your life, and you couldn’t wait for it to settle before you made your next important decision. 

Even though the wounds were still tender, you knew that things were safe for now, and your number one concern was Jason. 

The minute he had gotten in the door, even though he was slightly hobbled and clearly sore from whatever Deathstroke had done to him, he rushed out of your sight. He was clearly eager to get away from everyone like a wounded animal sulking away to lick his wounds in peace. And when you had chased him, ignoring a nagging pain in your own side from the fight, he had slammed his bedroom door in your face, entirely uncaring of the fact that you called out his name, concerned for him. 

The rest of the group was distracted with Conner - not knowing what he had been shot with or how to fix it. You hated it, but in the eyes of the group, yet again, Jason and any of his problems fell to the back burner. 

After you had taken a short shower and changed your clothes, you found yourself here. Standing in front of Jason’s closed bedroom door, hoping not to face another cold rejection. 

You wondered if he would be sleeping, wondered if you should interrupt his peace. But you knew that sleep was unlikely after everything that had happened. 

So you took the leap. 

You raised a fist, once again pushing down that stinging pain coming from the right side of your stomach. You reasoned that it was probably nothing more than a bruise forming there. And you knocked on the door. 

A few moments later, the door was jerked open, and Jason glared at you. 

His eyes were dull and tired, and there was a large bruise forming on the side of his mouth. Probably one of many others that you couldn’t see, from the way he had been walking earlier. He likely hadn’t been sleeping, but you had disturbed him. 

“What the hell do you want?” He grumbled out, his voice dull, lacking any true fight. 

“I wanted to check on you.” You told him, entirely honest. “I know it might seem stupid, but I wanna see how you’re doing.” 

Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

He wanted to agree that - yes, it was stupid. It should have been obvious how he was doing after being kidnapped, beaten, and dropped off a building. But he was an idiot who had gotten himself thrown headfirst into that mess, thinking he could handle it. And he didn’t need to go crying to you about how badly he had fucked up. He had made a poor choice and he deserved all of the consequences. It was a simple fact of life. 

“I’m doing just fine, thanks.” Jason said, entirely snide and sarcastic. “Look, I don’t need your help, okay? So fuck off.” 

It was a set of harsh, cutting words. But he thought getting distance from you would be best. This whole thing had woken him up from the sweet little fantasy the two of you had been participating in. He was a natural born fuck-up. And sure, he could have you for a while, play around a bit - but he could never truly make you happy. Eventually, he would fuck you up too. He was a harsh poison and it would be better if he got out of your life before you felt the full effects. 

He moved to shove the door closed and upon instinct, you reached up and fought him on it. Unconsciously, you winced as a sharp pain came from the injury in your stomach, reaching for it with your free hand as you held the door open with the other. It should have been no big deal. With your meta abilities, you usually healed quicker. You weren’t even used to feeling it when you got hurt. You were probably just feeling it worse because you were tired. 

You tried to ignore the pain. But in a moment, Jason’s eyes went wide with worry as his gaze darted from your face, knit with pain, to where your hand was nursing the injury. Any sense of smarmy discontent dropped from his features, immediately being replaced with a softness and worry for you. 

“You’re hurt.” He said quietly. 

He let the door fall open again, reaching for your hand to inspect the injury himself. 

“I’m fine.” You played the card this time, exchanging his lie for your own. 

It was an odd play. He had lied about not being so torn up inside, emotionally devastated as he was, and now you were lying about not being physically injured from the fight. The two of you made an odd, but perfectly matched pair. 

Jason barreled right past your words, and you were easily pliant to his touch as he removed your hand from the injury. You certainly were not expecting for him to find anything incriminating under your hand. But he glared at you when he found bright red spread across your palm, a glossy wetness leaking through your shirt. 

“You’re bleeding.” He grunted at you. 

Clearly, he was disappointed in the fact that you had neglected to bring this injury to the group’s attention. Pissed off at the fact that you weren’t in the medbay with Conner receiving some treatment right now. 

Maybe you could blame it on the chaos. Maybe you could blame it on the fact that with everyone so emotionally distraught, you didn’t want to be just another problem for everyone to fuss over. 

“Whoops.” You breathed out sarcastically. “I didn’t even notice.” 

That last part was honest. In all the adrenaline, all your worrying over whether or not Jason was going to live as you watched him dangle so high off the ground - you truly hadn’t paid any mind to the injury. 

“You didn’t-?” Jason huffed out in anger, but didn’t bother finishing the sentence. 

Perhaps he partially understood himself, knowing how the adrenaline from a fight could stamp out pain. Or perhaps he knew how truly stubborn you were and he didn’t want to waste his energy arguing with you. 

“You need this treated.” He added on. 

No matter how fucked in the head he was, he never wanted to see you hurt. That was something he would definitely waste his energy on - wearing down your stubbornness until you let him or someone else in the house take care of the injury properly. 

“Conner is worse off than I am.” You shrugged. “He needs the attention more.” 

“Then let me help you.” He said, an impatient nagging rising up in his throat. “Bruce gave me some first aid training. One thing that means I’m not totally useless.” 

The words made your chest ache for him, a pain that easily competed with the bleeding wound. 

“Jason-” 

You wanted to argue with him. You wanted to tell him he had infinite worth to you. 

But of course, he cut you off. 

“Just go sit on the bed.” He told you, quiet, but a firm command that you couldn’t ignore. 

He gently pushed past you, on a quest for some supplies to patch you up with. You then found yourself drifting into his room almost mindlessly, your hand clutching the wound again upon instinct. It was a place that you felt oddly at home. The nights you had spent in that bed since coming to Titans Tower, your head delightfully empty as he had fucked you hard and fast - they were by far your favourites. 

You would say it was because of the sex, and not just because you got to be wrapped up in Jason’s arms. Maybe everything had changed. Maybe your answers were different now. Maybe you were raw and tender and Jason wasn’t prepared to chase you in that devotion. 

But that was just the thing. With you and Jason, there was never any sense of devotion. You and Jason were always hard and fast. Teasing each other, verging on the edge of vengeful. It was a flame that burned intensely hot - but it was never anything soft. It was never anything that prompted you to knock on his door so late, wanting to check on his well being. It was nothing that prompted you to make chase to put your life on the line for him. 

Even just knowing that he had the intent to attend to your injury, called himself useful because of it - the thought cradled you like a warm blanket. It had you balancing on the edge of a dam holding back a barrage of feelings that you had been quelling down since the moment you had first put your lips on his.

“I told you to sit.” Jason’s voice came from behind you. 

He had raided the infirmary and now had a handful of supplies - luckily without anyone seeing him or questioning why. When you turned to him, he was closing the bedroom door behind him, sealing you both in with this newfound soft intensity, the tired lull of two people unwilling to hold back that softness anymore. It was entirely dangerous, and entirely life-saving at the same time; and neither of you realized it. 

“Since when do you get to boss me around?” You told him, your voice low and lacking any true spirit or sarcasm. 

It was in the same vein as the banter the two of you usually threw around - bickering about who was a bigger asshole, who was more stubborn, who was better in bed. 

You expected some kind of sexual comment in return. You could almost hear it now - he was the boss of you because he made you melt on his cock, made you mindless and dumb with it. 

But, no dice. 

The longer you stared at him, catching bits of the fresh pain swimming through those gorgeous blue eyes, you wished so badly for the mischief and sarcasm and light to come back and bite you the way that it used to. 

It only made your stomach churn harder at the whole situation. Things had officially changed between you and Jason. You had yet to find out if it was for the better, or for the painstakingly worse. 

Jason sighed through his nose. 

“You can be such an asshole sometimes.” He told you. Coming from him, and given the nature of your relationship, you knew it was almost a compliment. “Will you just sit down and let me help you?” 

Even though you were utterly terrified of the swelling of emotions you felt, bound to come to a head - you did. 

You sat on the edge of the bed and he placed the supplies beside you. 

When he mumbled out a quiet ‘lay back’, and you did, his cool fingertips at the hem of your shirt pulling it upward felt strangely more intimate than any other time you had been in this same position. It wasn’t heady, you weren’t granted the distraction of his mouth on yours and his tongue shoved between your lips while a harsh throbbing nagged between your legs.

This was quiet, and calm, and gentle. 

When you caught his eye above you as he wiped away the blood with some clean gauze, you saw nothing but pity and worry and sparkling affection for you. You almost dared to call it something as epic and dangerous as love, buried deep in his eyes. He worked with the most delicate touch, almost as if he was afraid to break you, before he glanced down and inspected the wound. 

His brow furrowed with even more intense worry, guilt nipping at his insides when he got a good look at it. 

“I think I see a bullet in here.” He told you, and then he moved around the bed and grabbed his phone, turning on the flashlight to have a better light to inspect it. You felt intensely naked, intensely caught when he began shining the light on your stomach with a harshly inquisitive look across his face. “Definitely something shiny. You got shot and you didn’t fucking tell anyone?” 

It was only then that you realized when you had gotten the wound - the exact moment clicking into place in your mind. 

“It was only a ricochet.” You argued quietly. “It’s not that bad.” 

Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes, and began sorting out his supplies, preparing to pull out whatever was lodged inside of you. 

… 

Dick explicitly told you to stay put. 

They only wanted the more experienced Titans, the Varsity squad on the case when dealing with Deathstroke. He blamed young naive incompetence as the reason Jason had gotten captured in the first place. You blamed him and Bruce pushing Jason out, making him feel like he needed so desperately to prove himself. But it was something Dick wasn’t ready to hear - an argument you weren’t going to have with the very stubborn team leader. 

Instead, you went for the silent route. You trailed the rest of them out of Tower, and when Dick strayed away from the rest of the group, his head on a swivel as he glanced back and forth, seemingly wanting to assure that none of the others were following him - you followed your gut instincts and went after him. 

You hid in the shadows and the moment that Deathstroke hit the button and those panels scrolled up, revealing Jason stranded on that scaffolding - you couldn’t help yourself. 

“Jason!” 

You screamed out his name, you leapt forward. 

Dick didn’t have time to scold you, not before the gunfire started. 

Kory came out of nowhere - seemingly, she had the same idea as you. Putting her life on the line for an emotionally repressed man that she hadn’t admitted her feelings for. But she was there because she was in love with the other Robin. (Or rather, a man who claimed over and over again that he wasn’t Robin.) 

Things quickly became a blur - flashes of flame as Kory fought, battling with the muzzle flashes from Deathstroke’s guns, limbs flying as they fought each other. You didn’t see it, but Deathstroke raised and aimed at you as you rushed toward the window, blindly going after Jason. In response, Dick charged forward, redirecting the gun as he pulled the trigger. You heard the sharp ‘ping’ sound of metal on metal - what you couldn’t see was the bullet hitting one of the metal beams in the ceiling. But you certainly felt it when it sliced into your side. 

At the time, it was nothing compared to the fear you felt for Jason. 

His eyes were wide with terror, and you could only focus on getting him to safety. You had no idea that a large part of his panic came from seeing you in the building. He had hoped that Dick would keep you away from all of this. But there you were, standing a few feet away from a man with a gun who was shooting around wildly. Jason would have delighted in being dropped off the building to his death if he had to see you get fatally shot when he could do nothing but squirm on the other side of the glass. 

You put two hands on the glass, banging on it - of course, it was no use. It was inches thick, meant to keep people from going through it at this height. Working entirely on instinct, you put your palms flat across it and began forming ice crystals over it, hoping to make it rigid and breakable if it was frozen. 

Once there was enough ice, you quickly looked around and spotted a metal pipe there for the in-progress construction of the building, so you grabbed it and rushed to smash the glass with it. You felt victorious as it shattered, and Jason flinched away from the shards, putting you one step closer to freeing him. 

Though the moment the glass was cleared, leaving the wind whipping around you, his first words of greeting to you were not celebratory. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” He barked at you, clearly angry with you. 

You felt a dull ache in your chest at this. You thought he might be relieved, happy, pleased. At the time, you couldn’t interpret his harsh reaction as worry for you possibly getting hurt. 

Nonetheless, you ignored his harshness. You would save him, whether he wanted to be saved or not. You draped your body through the window, reaching out to him. You made an effort to keep most of your weight planted on the floor of the building, in case the scaffolding wasn’t stable enough to hold two people at once. 

“What do you think?” You replied, pure sarcasm dripping through your voice as you reached behind Jason and began fiddling with the rope around his wrists. 

The position put the two of you in intensely close proximity. Jason caught a whiff of your unique scent, the shower gel you used that mingled with your body’s natural oils; and he felt so painfully at home. For the first time that night, he held back tears. He couldn’t help but to lean his forehead on your shoulder, taking comfort in having you so near after being on edge and terrified for so many hours. You resisted the urge to run a hand through his hair, to cradle him and give him further comfort. You forced yourself to focus on the task at hand - getting him to safety. 

Behind you, at the very back of the room, Dick and Deathstroke wrestled with the remote for the explosives attached to the scaffolding. 

Just as you managed to get Jason’s wrists freed, Deathstroke hit the switch, and the bombs went off. 

… 

You winced loudly as Jason dabbed at the wound with disinfectant. 

“I would say sorry… but, you’ll thank me later when this isn’t swollen and leaking puss.” He told you, throwing you a small smirk. 

It was smug. It was the usual kind of humor that he gave you. 

It was comforting to know that every trace of the Jason you knew hadn’t been stolen by Deathstroke. 

You held your breath as he pressed down with the medicine-covered gauze again, drawing much less of a reaction out of you this time. 

“Great mental image, Jay.” You replied, your voice dull. It lacked any of the true bite you wanted to deliver in response to him. “I’m sure it’s such a turn-on thinking about my puss.” 

It was meant to be a joke. But even unconsciously, it was an acknowledgement of that dangerous line - the line between truly caring and just using someone for sex. The line between having someone in your life as a body to get off with, and being so… homely with them. 

You and Jason were towing that line dangerously. It was a thread that you were balancing on, and it would either break, or you would cross to the other side and be forever bonded to him. 

Jason shrugged. “Maybe I don’t have to be turned on by you all the time.” 

There was more stuck in his throat. Another dangerous acknowledgement of that line. 

‘Maybe I just have to care.’ 

Both of you lulled into silence because neither of you dared to say it. 

After a few moments, Jason put down the gauze and hesitated to reach for the tweezers. He knew that pulling the bullet out would be painful, but inevitable. It was a lot like the state of your relationship with him. Break it off, and find happiness elsewhere, or acknowledge this big thing swelling to fruition between the two of you. Have Jason fuck it up eventually. Painful, but inevitable. 

“You shouldn’t have to be hurt like this.” Jason said quietly. “You shouldn’t have gotten hurt for my sake.” 

There it was again - words with a dangerous double meaning. 

You looked up at him, pure pain knit across his face, and for a moment he looked from the tweezers to you and he could hardly stand holding your gaze. 

‘It’s worth it.’ You wanted to say. ‘For you, I’d bear any pain.’ 

The words lived and died behind your eyes, and your tongue decided on something else entirely. 

“It’s nothing.” You told him. 

You downplayed the pain, pretending that the injury was only a minor inconvenience for you. And in the grand scheme of life, it was. With time, it would heal. Losing Jason would be something you’d never heal from. 

Jason shook his head at this statement. 

He forced himself to reach for the tweezers then. He handed you his phone, a silent agreement that you would hold the light as steady as you could. He knew you well, too well, and he knew that you needed something else to focus on to push away the pain. He put his free hand on the plush of your stomach, pulling back slightly to hold the wound open while you held the light on it. 

When the sharp metal of the tweezers breached your wound, you wanted to swear. You wanted to call him an asshole as the pain shot through you. You wanted to scold him for leaving the Tower and being kidnapped in the first place. But you knew that even if it was playful or sarcastic, fueled by the bite of your pain, it was not what he needed to hear right now. So instead, you held your breath, and gripped his phone hard, keeping the light steady as you bared the sharp shocks of pain. 

After a moment of digging around that felt like an eternity, he pulled out the fragment and held it up to show you as you collapsed back against the bed, panting with tears stinging the edges of your eyes. 

“It’s not nothing.” He declared sharply. 

You couldn’t conjure a response. You knew he was right. And you didn’t want to be forced to admit it. 

Instead, you turned off the light from his phone and relaxed into the bed, closing your eyes as he walked around to the trashcan and threw out the bullet fragment. It fell into the bottom of the plastic wastebasket with a very small ‘ping’ - making you wonder how something so small could cause so much trouble. 

Jason quickly returned to you, dabbing more disinfectant into the wound in a way that made you groan and flex away from the touch. Once again, he did not apologize. 

There were a few moments of muddy silence with nothing but your slightly labored breathing, trying to contain your sounds of pain so as to not make him feel any further guilt about the whole incident. 

Your mind churned, and you couldn’t help the next words that came from your mouth. 

“I meant what I said.” You told him. 

At the sound of this, his hands immediately stilled. You felt his eyes on you, and you forced yourself to open your own and look up at him once again. He stared you down with intense examination. He looked for any ounce of falsity, any sign that you were lying, even posturing to make him feel better after everything that had happened. 

He didn’t find any. 

You thought he might acknowledge you, that he might say something back to return your mighty words. Instead, he simply reached for more gauze, and began putting a final bandage on your wound. 

… 

The explosion caused a sharp rattle through your ears. It shocked you and made you dizzy and put the whole world off-kilter. The only thing you could perceive past the mind-numbing hum in your brain was the feeling of Jason’s rough glove gripping tightly onto your wrist, so you gripped back as hard as you could. 

When you blinked open your eyes, you were half-hanging out of the open window, the edge of the floor cutting into your waist as you held onto Jason by nothing but his wrist. His whole body weight created a harsh burn, straining on the muscles in your shoulder as you watched him dangle hundreds of feet above the street. 

Panic flooded you. 

You scrambled to reach out with your other hand, and the moment you moved, your shirt slipped against the sleek, polished material of the floor and you began sliding out the window. You gasped and Jason stilled his panicked flailing immediately. 

“Don’t move!” He shouted. 

“Give me your other hand so I can pull you up!” You shouted back. 

Beyond the unpleasant hum of your eardrums rattling, you still heard chaos behind you. Gunshots, the grunts of fighting, Kory and Dick’s voices yelling. They were busy with Deathstroke, they couldn’t help you or Jason. 

Jason looked up at you with glassy eyes. 

He knew that with all his gear weighing him down, even with the training you had been doing, you wouldn’t be able to pull him up. Not by yourself. And if you weren’t careful, his body weight would just pull you out of the window and cause you to go tumbling down to your death along with him. 

When you saw that frown etch across his lips, that filthy look of dawning - you glared at him. 

“Give me your other hand!” You screamed, your voice raking across your throat like hot coals. A hot boiling rage at the fact that he seemed almost determined to die. 

There was one thing he was determined about. If he was going to die, he wasn’t going to take you down with him. 

His gloved wrist started to slip from your nervous, sweaty palm, and you tried hard to hold on tight. You formed large shards of ice, hoping you could create some kind of bond there by freezing your hand to his. But it would only be temporary with gravity trying to tear the two of you apart. 

“You have to drop me, Y/N.” He said, nothing but pure mourning on his lips. “I’m dead weight.” 

You both knew it was a horrendous double meaning. 

He thought he was a dead weight to your life. 

“No!” You immediately defied this thought, that feral rage ripping at your throat once again. “I’m gonna pull you up. I’m gonna pull you up!” 

You reached your other hand down and tightly wrapped both of your hands around his wrist, yanking upward. The harsh movement caused you to slide even further out the window. You were now dangling dangerously over San Francisco with only the thickness of your thighs giving you any real stability on the intensely high up floor. It made you dizzy, and the only thing you had to focus on were the wet wells of Jason’s eyes staring up at you. 

“It’s no use!” Jason said tearfully. 

You ignored him. 

You cast your chin over your shoulder, and began shouting. 

“Help me!” You screamed, trying desperately to get the attention of Dick or Kory. “Help me! Fuck!” 

“You have to let go.”

Jason’s words immediately shifted your focus back to him. 

But of course, you refused. 

“I’m not letting go of you!” You declared sharply. “Not that easily.” 

As he stared up at your tearful eyes, he knew that you meant it as more. 

Unfortunately, it was the one thing he was terrified of. 

He thought that you saw him as some shiny perfect thing, something good and worth having in your life. He thought that you were incapable of seeing the poison, the true fuck-up that he was. If you didn’t let go of him, sooner or later, just like everyone else in his life, you were going to get burned. 

So Jason did what he had to do. 

He began prying your fingers off his wrist, trying his best to keep you stable while he forced himself from your grip. 

“No!” You shrieked. “No, no, no-” 

You didn’t have much room to fight him about it without falling out of the window yourself. 

You made a move to readjust, to get a tighter grip on him - and it was the one deadly move that caused him to slip out of your touch completely. 

You were forced to watch on in chest clenching horror, blinking through heavy tears as he began hurtling toward the ground. 

… 

If not for Conner - a literal miracle - swooping in and saving Jason at the last second, then you would have spent the rest of your life regretting those moments, wondering what you could have done differently to save him. 

When Jason finished taping down the bandages, making sure the wound was clean and secure, he laid his palm flat on top of it. It was a kind of ‘kissing it better’ that instantly spread warmth curling through your gut. It was a touch so incredibly tender - especially compared to the heated, aggressive groping you were used to from him - that it caused a whimper from the back of your throat. 

You knew it was unlikely, but you hoped that he hadn’t heard it. 

“All done.” He said quietly. 

You instantly felt regret when he took his hand away and began tidying up the medical supplies. But you forced yourself to sit upright, now feeling only muscle soreness and a much duller pain coming from the area. You felt intensely thankful for his care as you pulled your shirt back down, righting your clothes back into place. 

“You’re free to go now.” Jason told you, his voice still low, as though a single decibel would shatter the delicate peace between the two of you. 

You felt your heart sink. 

In an instant, you understood what it was - he was concerned about your physical wellbeing, but he didn’t actually want to have you around. Just like his reaction to you showing up at the hostage exchange - he didn’t want your presence there. 

You heaved a sigh and got off the bed as Jason busied himself with gathering up the used gauze to throw it away. As you put your hand on the doorknob, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to leave. 

It was something else. 

It had to be something else. 

Jason hadn’t let himself drop off a building in some desperate ploy just to get away from you. He had been trying to save you. 

He was so utterly willing to give his life for yours. 

And now he was trying to back down from that. 

You turned and faced him, leaving the door closed. When he turned from ditching things in the wastebasket, he froze. He was entirely surprised that you were still there.

The two of you locked eyes, both staying still - like a predator and prey locked in a stalemate, wondering who would run first. 

In this situation, you weren’t sure who was the prey. 

You were both so vulnerable. 

Jason thought it would be selfish to get caught up in all of this, to finally admit those dangerous feelings he had for you. When he cared for things, he usually ended up breaking them. Of course, it was never on purpose - he was an idiot. Everything he touched, he fucked up. He had made that more than evident with his last braindead plan, the outing to prove that he was worthy of being Robin. Something that had gotten you shot, probably could have gotten you killed. 

If you stuck with him any longer, you probably would end up being killed. And he would never forgive himself for that. 

He would be better off ripping himself from your hold, as much as it hurt. Giving you a dose of that heartbreak now so that you could get over him and go after better things. 

As you stared at Jason, you could see all the pain boiling underneath his surface. You wondered what he was thinking, what the hell he was churning over in that intense brain of his - but you didn’t dare to ask. 

You knew that he needed to be held right now - in every sense of the word. You knew that he needed to be cared for the way he had cared for your wound, pushing past the pain in order to heal. You wondered if he would lay down and bear it or if he would continue to fight you. 

You were the one to bravely step forward. Though Jason was tempted to ask you to leave, that thing inside of him yearning to marinate in his isolation because he deserved it, he pushed it down. He let his hands naturally come to sit on the plush comfort of your waist as you put a gentle touch on both his shoulders, leaning into his body ever so slightly. 

You laid your forehead on his cheek, right next to that ugly bruise that had been left on him, and he let out a contented sigh as he felt your warmth envelope him. For the first time since his feet had touched the ground, he felt calm. He felt safe. 

You smoothed a hand across his shoulder, and raised your head, using your touch to gently tip his face toward yours. He quickly realized that your intention was to kiss him. And something ached in his heart - something painful and longing. He knew that it would not be needy and haste with the intention of pile-driving toward sex like your other kisses had been. He knew that it would be the metamorphosis of your relationship that he was not prepared to go through. 

He nuzzled along your forehead, gently stopping you. 

“Please don’t do this.” He murmured quietly into your skin. 

He knew that it would break him. 

He knew that this was the moment - like Gatsby reaching up toward the stars - this would be the moment that he was tied to you forever, damned by his love for you. Only, much different than Gatsby, he wasn’t destined for some grant fate if he didn’t have you. He was on a one way path to a messy death, and he was determined not to take you down with him. 

Tears pricked the edges of his eyes at the thought. 

You pulled back, just enough to properly look him in the eyes, and your own tears formed when you saw that pathetic puppy dog looking back at you. 

“Why not?” You demanded, much sharper than you intended. You knew he was fragile and you didn’t want to upset him any further than he already was. 

“You know why.” He replied, his voice barely scraping above a whisper as the emotion clutched at his throat. 

Jason wanted to hold onto you forever, but he was also a realistic person. He expected that any minute now, you would rip away from his arms and charge out the door, entirely angry with him, and this would finally be over. You would finally be safe from him - safe from any nasty fate his life could conjure up for you. 

You hated what he was asking of you - asking you not to care for him anymore. As if you could somehow switch it off. Impossible. 

“I meant what I said.” You repeated yourself, still entirely firm in this conviction. “I’m not gonna let you go that easily.” 

You leaned in, planting your lips on his in a light kiss. A pained sigh ripped through you when he didn’t make any moves to kiss you back. 

“Jason, please.” You whimpered out desperately. “If you get to bandage my bullet wound, then I get to do this.” 

Jason wanted to spell it all out for you, plain and dirty. He wanted to get angry, he wanted to scream. He wanted to rush along the inevitable. He wanted to tell you what a poison he was to the world, that he deserved to die and you deserved better things. But he had the utmost feeling that you wouldn’t listen. 

“Please, stop pushing me away.” You whispered against his lips. 

Instead, he listened to your plea. He let himself indulge in this selfish softness for once. 

He reached up and grabbed your jaw, pulling you into a firmer kiss, declaring every ounce of passion and terror that he was feeling in those moments. You answered it all right back - digging your fingers into the shoulders of his shirt, letting out a hot huff against his cheek as you leaned into his body. 

He would never be perfect - but he was yours.

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