#but at the same time is when dick’s life is getting bad for the 15th time so. point is that ppl try really hard to make it a competition

[aalghul]

Why does everyone think Tin’s parents are abusive? Neglectful sure, but that was before his robin run. Doesnt his dad apologize and start treating him better?

He and Jack did have a recovering relationship and Tim was heartbroken when Jack died. his fans like to exaggerate his childhood because the others had such rough childhoods (and this is obvious in the way they talk about him. having other characters gasp and go “even I can’t imagine being neglected like that” your dad was a literal villain who ruined your and your mom’s lives. be serious). Tim’s life was…not difficult at All until he decided to be Robin at 13, and even then, he got written as “the better one” for long enough that he kind of just got lucky a lot

[jenchann]

Paint 'em Red

Pairing: afab dom! Reader x sub! Renjun

Genre: Office AU, Office banging, SMUT SMUT SMUT.

Warnings: Usage of Noona, Mommy, Renjun is unstable and needy, Slapping, Slapping on Dick, Begging, Name calling, Office banging, Jealousy, Degradation, Reader being mean, Pain kink, Use of unnamed/unidentified rituals, Fwb situation, Blood.

Lemme know if I missed anything guys

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"It's not like you could please me well anyways"

You felt rage first. Then felt insulted, a genuine insult that went to your heart . Finally came the urge to clutch his throat and choke it, to make him kneel and buckle in submission was raging inside you. You didn’t respond, not with the company’s 15th Anniversary celebration starting in 10 minutes you couldn’t argue back, unlike Renjun who thought it was a good time to annoy you now. You remained unresponsive and cold, never acknowledged him nor show any reaction to your fellow employee. Taking the coffee tray filled with coffee cups you moved away consciously, slowly away from him, already killing him enough in your mind while you joined your other fellow employees outside the break cabin room. It was a brief celebration before the actual big events that would happen on the grounds.

Renjun and you had been fuck buddies for some time now and few days back he seemed on the edge and started to nitpick things for no reason. You both weren’t considerably close before this so you couldn’t really make him slip the stuff after some expressions of concern. So you gave him space and time, you already attended a company meeting abroad in the mean time which lasted around ten days and baam! He had to say that today when facing each other after a whole week. The job was very demanding but you both could agree on taking each other’s needs and opinions in consideration cause you worked in the same company- you knew how things were and how it could get in your life. So you were giving him space and conversed today causally to lighten the mood today. But he seemed to have a sharp tongue and a bad mood. You almost sarcastically wanted to say "Someone's on their periods" just to shut him up.

"Yes, yes, now! The time has come to announce the outstanding employee of the year for our department" Yuta announced, gathering the attention of the employees.

"Anyone have any guesses??" An employee curiously questioned.

"Come on guys, it's very obviously from our Team"

"Your Team? It's from our Team and more like me obviously" another guy chided.

“Guys guys, everyone did a spectacular job this year and I am so proud each and everyone of you. Unfortunately I cannot give this to everyone so only one staff is eligible to receive this. It was one tough decision! There were a lot of contenders for the award!” Yuta raised his voice appeasing all his staffs. A collective sigh emitted from different employees at that.

"Now, a huge applause for the new Ace of our department. It's Y/N, Congratulations Ms.YL/N!!"

Renjun scoffed lowly, eyes rolling as he sluggishly removed his hands from his pockets to applaud you for the award, along with the employees. The cheers were quite loud that he even tilted his head away from his friend who deliberately clapped loudly near his ear. You received the award from Yuta, your Manager a.k.a The Department Head and briefly expressed your thankful feelings clutching your achievement with pride. You did work day and night for this after all, in no sleep and even in sickness.

The fun games commenced and you had to say, the arrangements weren’t that bad this time, fun but not boring and not too competitive. Time passed and you could feel someone hanging around your vicinity all along the celebrations like a shadow but you brushed it off, at first. But a creepy feeling crept up making you paranoid, like someone was watching you.

“Y/N” Jaehyun called, snapping you to reality. You both resumed to focus on the game of dumb charades. They did seem to give away gift coupons so you were not going to lose on some free high quality self care.

The icky feeling crept up your skin and you couldn’t take it anymore after an hour and turned around to stare long and hard from the direction you felt the weird energy, y’know just in case. Even after many times of trying to locate anything, you found no answers so you resumed to playing the fun activities as you participated in few of the games. You finally brushed off the feeling as fatigue from the travel, making you unease for no reason. It’s broad daylight and you were surrounded by people, you are safe.

“I’m pretty sure our department is gonna win the best department of the current year” Yuta’s eyes sparkled as he talked when all the department celebrations ended. Travel never seemed to affect him, no- nada. Only you were tired and jetlagged. He did love his work very much, sometimes you wished you loved it as much as him. Maybe after a promotion you could actually enjoy it.

“Yess, yes, you have said this a thousand times before” you borderline complained to Yuta. But that never stopped him at all. There was no way to stop him when he got all excited like that. Did I say he loved his work and loved loved Money? Loved money so much he actually got a good lump of it, being the Head of the department and all. That’s a deadly combo but you were sure hardwork would take you places. Even just being around people who got that luck.

“NO, don’t you know what this means?? We will be getting a bonus!! A Bonus!”

“Of course, money’s got you all giddy. I will rest in the Dance room, don’t bother about me even if we win the award alright?”

“Without the ace of the year? It’ll be no fun”

You rolled your eyes hard at him at that.

“Better not lock that door , I might come to drag you away to celebrate our victory when we win”

“I’d like to see you try” you gave a mock salute to your superior before you left the area. You nonchalantly moped along the path to the room and dropped your belongings the second your set foot in the room. You switched the lights off and lied down on the plush-y soft sofa comfortably. And it hit you, you didn’t lock the door. You did not want to get dragged along to the most boring part of the celebrations by Yuta.

Knock, Knock.

Speak of the devil you mused.

You heard two raps against the door. You skeptically let out “Yuta?” to be met with no response. You could hear them clutching the door handle a click of the door handle, you scrawned behind the sofa and clutched a drumstick from the drumming set near you.

There was no reason to be scared, you were still in the office in broad daylight yet the icky feeling you had few minutes before managed to creep in again.

“Noona?”

You pondered over the voice and wearily asked “Renjun?”

The handle clicked open, door opening ajar revealing Renjun himself. He did look cute and handsome in the suit today, that’s what you been thinking until he had to talk that pretty in the morning.

"What do you want?"

He looked apologetic at your tone but you were not going to get soft on him, he does not get to get off this that easily.

"I-im Sorry, just…let me in”

You moved aside, letting him in and peered out to check if no one saw. Clicking the door locked, you looked at Renjun unimpressed, a lot of people saw you come in to this room and he dares to follow you now?

“What?”

“Eh, About the thing in the morning….”

“It was a very pleasant greeting by the way!”

He didn’t reply and instead hung his head low.

“I don’t think there is any reason for us to meet or converse anything other than about work Mr.Huang” you were not going to let this slip and so you wanted to give the ending to what he started.

"What?! No!” he said in bewilderment.

“Pray tell what do we have to talk about anymore?”

“About today morning…” bunny teeth digged into his lower lips.

“What made you think you could say that to me?”

“I’m sorry Noona! I wasn’t thinking straight. I know I shouldn’t have said that, especially after a long week. You were gone…”

"Are you joking?"

At that he came forward and hugged you, so tight that you could not breath after few seconds.

“Can’t. Breathe.”

“Oh!” he released you immediately, looked at your face to see if you were alright and then hugged again now buying his face in your neck.

“I missed you so much” his muffled low voice sent shivers on your spine and you tightened your thighs unconsciously. You weren’t sure if he knew it affected you, but he took another deep inhale as if he was calming himself, hands draped over your back comfortably.

It actually felt cute but then…

“Are you fucking serious right now??!!” you pushed him away at his audacity.

He had his puppy eyes on, bottom lip tucked between his teeth he looked at your expectantly. That look might’ve worked before but not today.

So he came forward and clutched your hands to grab him through his pant as he shakily exhaled, visibly shaking in your hold. You looked up at him and snatched your hands away from his clutches, away from his semi-solid dick.

“Please”

"And...why are you saying this to me? I thought I didn’t please you well, as said by yourself! If I didn’t please you why are you missing me?”

His face fell and eyes watered "I'm sorry I was just frustrated"

"So you say mean stuff to me even when I take care of you the best I can? I mean... I can't read minds, can I? How would I know if you never found me satsifying, when all I remember was you fucked out and exhausted that you slept too well? Was that not being satisfied? And you say I’m not satisfying you?" You talked cold at him as you clutched his jaw forcing him to look at you.

"I'm sorry, I take it back" he eyes were positively watering now.

"I'm afraid I can do nothing for you Mr.Huang"

He hung his head low and whispered "It hurts"

"Did you not hear me now?" You walked towards the door and turned on the knob to leave the room.

"I said I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to! Please....Forgive me and I thought…." his voice sounded strained and you turned around. Something about the voice and the single shake of it, he’d never been like this before.

"Thought what?"

You sighed and locked the door again this time but he didn’t continue.

"Mommy" he was now kneeling down, voice completely different now. Your pussy coming alive at the familiar tone of his voice, all soft and warm.

His eyes all glossed, lips all wet and red from biting them in embarrassment while talking to you. Oh he's horny and wet af. And shameless.

You moved towards his body and did something unthinkable. You slapped him. His chest heaved as you could hear a low groan from him, cheeks blooming with your hand imprint. “Fuck” he cursed.

There was a weird tension between you two now, for the next step.

You could just walk away from him and leave him like that. Just like how he insulted you. Leave him vulnerable and needy. For you. Just leave him how he is now, to prove he lied through his teeth today morning. Why would he come back if he didn’t like the things you both did?

“Please mommy” he begged again as he pushed his hips forward crudely. He liked it?

“Such a whore” something surged in you and the need to humiliate and dominate him was much bigger now, stemming from you hurt, your anger. He seemed to not mind nevertheless.

"You never say those words to me again alright? You talk to me what you like and don’t like properly without acting like a pathetic little pussy”

"Yes...I'm sorry, please just, I didn't mean it at all..."He teared up now, face flushed pink and lips red and eyes glistened. Few other tears escaping as he tried to look at you clearly, lashes stuck together with excess tears.

Oh fuck.

“What do you want baby?” you caressed his face tracing the lines through his tears.

"Touch me, please” he said breathlessly.

He bit his lips again and undid himself as he stood up, the heavy shirt and pant fabric falling down in a thud. He stood there in his panties, now too tight with his excited dick.

“Lemme see what the fuss was all about, won’t you?” At your wish he gingerly removed the panties and his length sprung out, all red at the tip while the rest looked painfully stiff.

You glanced up at him and circled his tip slowly and he whimpered, more precum exiting the small slit. Already wet. So wet.

"Ah-hn-nng" his hips thrusted forward ever so slightly.

A slap landed right on the side of his leaking red tip, the owner's body jumping at the harsh contact, the never ending precum drenched his staff whole.

"Ahh-hn please" his soft fingers sneaked to base of his red cock, hands sloppily gripping and stroking them as his abdomen tensed.

"You think your deserve this from me?"

No response.

"You look like a pathetic slut right now, you know that? In broad daylight getting you dick wet? You still want me?! To help you? After the shit you spewed?"

"Please-"

"Then beg properly"

"Please touch my dick, please mommy. I’m so sorry, fuck me good please-Agh-hnng"

A sharp slap on his leaking dick again. And followed by another.

"Aahh-please! I'll be a good slut for you please, it’s too much please"

"Spread there" he looked in the direction you pointed and saw a table, cleaning up the table by placing the objects on the sofa nearby. The max you both had done in the office was a heated makeout session but nothing more. And today seemed to be the day you would break the limits.

And he mounted on it and spread looking at you.

"The other way, face away from me" you commanded "spread wide, on all fours”

The position you were directing him was so open and shameful, it was a sight to behold in the office space, all naked without a single bit of clothing.

"O-okay" he shakily replied. He pushed his hips out in front of you, silently asking you to do anything as he bent his torso down on the table as he spread his ass further on the air, legs moving away to accommodate the action, dick hanging between his thighs, red and swollen. You loved how pliant and needy he was today.

You smacked the soft globes of his ass watching the soft curve dipping towards the table as he pushed his hips out in reaction. You teased his rim with butterfly touches, but you knew he was already so sensitive and ready for you.

Your fingertips constantly circled the puckering hole, enticing moans from the owner which were a blessing to hear. Another sharp slap on the milky butt had him gripping the table, so you quickly took the chance of him relieving the pain to slip your saliva coated fingers in him.

A satisfied moan escaped his red lips “Mommy”

“Fuck yourself on me like a good boy, come on”

He obeyed  just like a good boy, rocked his hips gently back and forth with a sloppy pace, still getting used to you. You pushed his lower back down, curving his back to ensure the flexibility of his movements while you thrusted deep. Meanwhile your other hand fondled his balls.

“AH-That’s-“ he shimmied away from your ministrations helplessly which only made you lean forward and lick his seed sac.

“-too much-ah” and you felt him spill all over you left hand making a horrible mess everywhere.

“Already?” You concendingly taunted him, as you pumped his shaft top, riding him through the high.

“Tsk tsk tsk, what a mess! Look at the mess you’ve made baby! Never been the one to come this fast, what’s gotten into you?”

“It’s been a long time since we did anything…”

You paused. Even then… and it clicked.

“Renjun, did you edge yourself while I was away?”

He turned around , back facing you as his torso twisted to look at you, the best he can by adjusting the angles of his body. Fuck he looked so ravishing and enchanting like that. The soft window light creating a back cast but nevertheless his plump lips coated with saliva with all the biting were visible, abused ass hiding his cock but not the cum soiled all over the table.

“I..i missed you so much” you could swear his eyes were twinkling, lips glistening,  chest rising and waning softly as he looked at you-skin tinted pink and hair all messy. He looked inviting and ravishing.

“What do your want baby?” your voice sweet with want, just for him.

“Fuck me, please fuck me” You always loved how needy he got for you.

You straddled on his thighs, instructing him to hold on to the table so it doesn’t shake, you know just in case. You slowly bounced on him while you watched his shoulder and head fall down graceful from the table from the lack of space. Mouth open as silent pleasure coursed through him. His fingers fiddled with his hardened nipples, softly caressing and tugging them when you bottomed out on him again and again.

“Fuck, I’m gon-cum again” voice strained and incoherent from all the blood rushing to his brain-from both pleasure and gravity. But you didn’t stop, you were frustrated and you wanted to reach that high too. You grinded and bounced alternating while you leaned back against his legs.

“Fuck yeah-shh-Mommy- I”  you leaned forward and slapped him softly and he convulsed as his dick pivoted deeper into you, pulsing against your walls as he came.

“Come for me, yes, just like that”

He caught his breath for longer seconds and rolled over so you could lie down as well. His head on the crook of your neck, you played with his fluffy hair, sticking in all directions cause of sweat.

“Did you miss me that much?” you mumbled.

“Hmm?” Eyes hazy as he tried to focus on you, he blinked slowly.

“You were extra sensitive today, no?”

“Hmm…yes”he agreed as he purred under your care. “How was your trip?”

“The business trip? It was good, it was actually fun I never actually expected that” your eyes lit up as memories screened your mind.

“Really?” you looked at him at the question, he looked at you expectantly but you missed a grey glint in his eyes.

“Yes, it was so fun and everyone got along well. I was too knocked out to even rest properly with things happening everyday”

“Then let me take good care of you now” you heard him whisper, barely catching it.

You didn’t notice a metal clank against the table, not him slicing his palm open and fisted his dick to coat it with the fluid. Pumping himself hot and hard in few strokes, he positioned at your entrance, slowly pushing inside your cunt.

You groaned at the delicious intrusion, not noticing anything happening around you. All you know was both your moans hot and heavy on the room, tongue lazily sucking on each other open mouthed lewdly and him saying he wanted to keep fucking you all day, again and again even after having uncountable orgasms.

He ploughed in your pussy, against the warm juicy canal in a blissful rhythm and another orgasm was building up and he knew.

“Fuck, come with me, come with me please Y/N” He uttered staining his voice amidst the pleasure.

But your mind was too fixed on the orgasmic high you actually didn’t pay any mind to him. After a few seconds your felt weird in your stomach, not just the orgasm, like you felt you were floating away from your own body. You couldn’t feel your own body. As soon as you felt it, it was gone and you hit your orgasm and you while body spasm-ed, thighs clenching and unclenching around his waist rapidly with the vibrations.

“Oh, fuck”

You moaned his name so loud you were sure anyone outside would have heard it a hundred percent.

“Fuck yeah” a crazed glint you caught in his eyes as you stared up at him from your post orgasmic lidded eyes.

“Mine, all mine, MINE” he uttered lowly, not paying mind to you as he stared at where you both were connected.

“Renjun?”

He glanced up and the smile dropped. His eyes cleared up like he was taken out of a haze. The smile returned, now looking much more pleasant. Descending on your body he kissed you searingly. His hands cradled you helping your body up as you both kissed. You smiled at him between kisses but as you opened your eyes you saw dots of red on your peripheral vision. Red painted on both your lower body, bigger spots of it visibly trailing along both your abdomen.

“What…”

His hands, it was his hands slashed deep that the crimson bled thick every second. You couldn’t ignore another peripheral item that seemed to be dunked in red that also seemed to move. It was…

You looked down at yourself, the cum and blood mixed dripped from your cunt crudely, all around your thighs too. You eyes engorged in shock, you looked up at his innocent face, hair all fluffy framing like a halo. So in contrast with the action that transpired few seconds ago.

“What have you done?”

An eerie zoned out look passed Renjun' eyes again followed by an unsettling slow smile, baring teeth as much as possible with the skin scrunching up painfully full.

"A Blood ritual"

But two knocks on the door interrupted your shock.

Taglist: @she-is-dreaming

[wtfuggg]

1st?

Writing this for myself. I think. I don't really know what I'm doing starting this; probably the same reason that I've bought 6 journals from Whitcoulls and not once have I made it past 4 entries. I think I love the idea of having my thoughts in one place so I can reflect back and see what I thought at a specific time. Such a shame my memory stretches back to max last weekend.

Like, my memory now is horrifically bad. I don't even recall what I had for lunch yesterday, let along what I did at work today. My grandma had Alzheimers, so maybe it's started making its way down to me. Finger's crossed it isn't but honestly, I wouldn't be surprised, I feel like my dad's side of the genetics (aka my fucked up hairline) is predominent in my make up. Sad right?

Anyways, I wish I could just reflect back on my life and instantly recall what I felt. I wish I could look back in time and remember what I thought when I was in the closet? Or what I felt when my mum passed away? Or when I was in love with my best friend's American flatmate? God I wish I had written down my thoughts more often, time is flying by incredibly fucking fast. And it's scary. And it's daunting. And its all the synonyms of "frightening" you can think of.

Here goes my first entry. Digital this time, so maybe I wont be as ceebs when it comes to this in comparison to when I grab a pen and paper and I feel like I'm in an indie little film x

Bur for real, I wanna start this little blog off with how I'm, feeling right now. Right now is Friday the 15th of September 2023. A week prior to my one year anniversary at work. A year and a month since I've moved to Auckland. 2 years since I graduated uni. 2 years since my mum died. 3 years since covid. God, isn't it weird how you think of time through milestones? Like why can't everyday just be a milestone. I guess its self explanatory - and I guess I'm only frustrated that I can't remember my life.

I'm already ceebs writing this not gonna lie hahahaha, but I'm gonna push through but maybe I break this down into more bit sized chunks. Next one I'll do a piece on how I push people away, maybe sprinkle a little bit of self pity and self loathing into that one xox

Right now, I feel like I'm going through it - but not in the same way that I've gone through it in the past. I think it's some sort of growth, but I couldn't be certain. I really have no idea what I'm feeling. I wish I could say. I mean a few nights ago, I was ranting to my flatmate how I'd wanna go back to Christianity, then the following day I was sending Gavin Caselegno messages asking him for dick pics? Like I cant seem to make my mind up. God it must be so exhausting to be around me. I pity myself. I pity anyone around me to be honest. Don't think anyone should be around me. Why? Cause I'm fucking up and down man, every single day. I could be happy one moment and be depressed as fuck the next. It's a constant cycle of being inconsistent. If it's tiring for me, I can't even begin to imagine what it'd be like for anyone in close proximity to me. Or maybe I'm just overthinking this too much. No one actually cares. Genuinely no one. So maybe I just live my life how I wanna live it lol.

I think it's all catching up to me - being indecisive that is. I feel my entire life has been a mask - I don't really know myself and thats why I cant control my emotions. In fact, for a little while i thought everyone was faking their emotions cause i didnt feel any. Probably up until 2021, I genuinely thought that there was something wrong with me cause I never felt any 'real' emotion. Or If i did, I didn't think they were real, or I didn't have the emotional capacity to rationalise them. I mean, don't get me wrong, I feel all the emotions, but empathy is something I dont think I have.

That's another thing too. I'm so fucking selfish its insane hahahaha, Like I feel like I'm only ever concerned about myself. But so be it, am i right? No one's ever been there for me. Friends drift away, relationships drift away, even family, who i thought would be forever.. also drift away.. how fucking sad hey. Mateeeee honestly now that I'm starting to unpack this I feel like this will take way longer than anticipated lol. maybe this can be my little therapy book x

Kinda tired writing - so maybe i give this up and save it for another time. My flatmates are also watching a fucking show and I can't sleep and its grinding my gears damn. Anyways, okay signing off. Gonna check back in soon x

[kiridarling]

𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎.

thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate in her vice city collab! i had a blast writing this piece, and i’m terribly sorry this is so long that was a mistake (and congrats on 2k!!) also, the phattest of thank you’s to @eijishimas for brainstorming/beta-ing :) you saved me ☺🤲🏼

katsuki bakugou and eijirou kirishima | f!reader, time travel sex, guns, prostitute/stripper idrk!reader, tw!blood (non-descriptive), dacryphilia, squirting, spit roasting, d-penn, shower sex, multiple rounds. minors dni!

— 5k words (yikes)

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

Las Vegas, Nevada. April 15th, Year 3036.

"You ready?"

Mina shoots you a look through the golden-lit mirror, wiggling her eyebrows. You roll your eyes and finish dusting the powder off your cheeks before rising to your feet and tugging at the belt of your silk robe. "My answer's the same every night."

Vice City. A strip club and casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, where opposites collide—the poor and the rich, the beautiful and the ugly, the smart and the stupid. There's no judgment because here, they're all degenerates looking for a good time, and you're just a pretty face with a good body.

As your silk robe hits the floor, it's kicked to the side with a heel, and you saunter through the beaded entrance to your private room and into the vibrating club. Giving your bodyguard a solid pat on the shoulder as you watch the sea of bodies shake, you complete the ritual.

"No creeps?" You demand more than request. He nods curtly.

"No creeps."

You give him a cute little smile and let your hand linger for a little longer than necessary before stepping into the neon red chaos of the strip club. Because what do the rich and the poor have in common?

They're all addicts.

Surprisingly, humanity doesn’t kill the planet.

Mother Nature's still standing strong—though the sun is a bit swollen—and space exploration solved that overpopulation issue. Bill Gates taught us all how to avoid a climate disaster and Tesla put Ford out of business. Humanity is much bigger than earth now; we're no longer people of the planet, but an intergalactic species that still eat Costco pizza rolls for dinner but killed Cable along with cars with wheels. Costco still exists—Starbucks doesn't.

Still no aliens, though.

"See something you like, Cutie?"

In your defense, he's been standing over here with his friends for ages—almost like they're casing the damn place—but those ruby red eyes kept floating your way regardless, and you'd rather bag it with someone your age before you're requested by another seventy-year-old. The redhead blinks like he's shocked you came over here in the first place—like he didn't watch you sashay yourself to the other side of the club just for him. You suppose the name fits. Cutie.

He looks at you with a strangely giddy look on his face before he's licking his lips and swallowing, eyes flickering to the blondie to his right.

"I'll be back in like, twenty minutes, man."

The blond gives him an exasperated look and groans—his other two friends don't notice. "Eiji—"

"Twenty minutes!" The redhead yells over the music as you not-so-subtly pull him away. Your regular GILF looks your way, and you suppress the queasy feeling in knowing that at least you'll be able to fuck someone from your decade.

"You got a wallet, Cutie?" You purr as you two approach the back room. The redhead winks, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the fattest black leather wallet you've seen in a long time.

"Don't go anywhere without it," he says, but falters when your bodyguard holds his hand out with a request for fifty bucks. "I—whoa dude, why am I paying you?"

"Because that's how it goes. The young lady gets her share," your bodyguard clarifies. The redhead looks at you for what seems to be for confirmation. You nod.

"Alright," he resigns with a shrug, stuffing a fifty into your bodyguard's sweaty hand. The man grunts but clears some of the beads guarding the entrance to your private room anyways, giving you two enough space to go inside.

"No door? That seems a little...exposing," the redhead snorts to himself before he's holding his hand out, despite the fact that you’re already nestling comfortably in his lap. "Eijirou, by the way."

You take his hand apprehensively, and he snorts at your confused frown. Eijirou's big—painfully so, and you feel small sat upon his thick thighs because you are in comparison—and he has to curve his back a bit so you're at eye-level. "What? No one's introduced themselves to you before?"

You shake your head, "Usually they just throw me onto the bed and get right to it."

Eijirou rolls his eyes at that, and you don't realize he's guiding your hips into a smooth roll until the harsh fabric of his jeans brushes against you in the best way. He moves you in time with the music vibrating the walls, "I guess that makes me more of a gentleman, then."

His lips hover over yours and yet he never advances, doesn't move to kiss you on the lips, nothing—it nearly has you buzzing. So does the hand he pins you to his lap with. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"

"What's your name, Sweetheart," he asks lowly. You give it to him, and he grins.

"Y/N,” Eijirou tries on his lips before he confirms it with a nod. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Aren't you the flatterer," you purr, coiling your arms around your neck. His hand finds your ass and you're almost positive he's going to close the gap between you two until he says:

"Who were you runnin' from, Y/N?”

Years in the business help build a mask and you wear yours well, with that cute little smile as you cock your head to the side and ask, "I'm afraid I'm not following."

"Oh, I think you are," he says, looking you dead in the eyes. The gravity in his face doesn't falter. "Who was it."

As he stares into your soul, your own eyes avert to the sheets. "What's it to you?"

"It's nothing to me, really," he shrugs off his jacket and places it on the bed next to him before returning to his initial position—or perhaps, closer. "But I happen to find you real cute, and cute things deserve to feel safe, no?"

"In case you haven't checked, this isn't a very safe place," you scoff, removing your arms from his neck to cross them over your chest. "And I don't appreciate idiots like you trying to save someone like me just 'cause you wanna get your dick wet more than once."

Eijirou raises an eyebrow but he never stalls, "Oh? This happens often then?"

"I—" you falter, "...No."

"C'mon, Sweetheart," Eijirou tugs you by the waist and you have to press your hands to his chest to keep him from falling forwards. "You don't wanna stay in this place, do you?"

"It's my job," you defend with a huff. The redhead shrugs.

"Sure, but don't you want a little adventure? A little excitement in your life?"

"Like there isn't enough excitement right here?" You snort. Eijirou teeters his head back and forth, though the daring look never fades.

"But something tells me you're bored," he says with a near sarcastic face, clicking his tongue. "Something tells me you find the idea of something new exciting."

You open your mouth to respond but he keeps you from doing so, finally pressing his lips to yours. You nearly squeal in surprise but somehow, you find yourself kissing back with a passion you've never kissed another client with before—and maybe, just maybe, the idea of something new doesn't sound too bad.

Eijirou pulls away with a cocky grin like he knew you'd like it. Like he knew that'd be the catalyst for your response to what he says next, and maybe, he's not as much of an idiot as you thought.

And maybe you’re more of an idiot than you thought.

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

"Yes," you breathe, like an idiot, because you were wholly and utterly unprepared for what happens next.

Eijirou gives you the cutest smile, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a gun.

He sees your expression change and lifts both hands, pointing the black pistol towards the ceiling, "I—hey wait, you're gonna be fine, okay? I won't shoot you."

You cower and he pouts. Apparently, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all.

"I swear! I'm mentally stable, see?" He flips it sideways with a grin, "the safety's on."

You hate it that his comment makes you trust him. Slightly.

"C'mon," Eijirou smiles, reaching his gunless hand out for you to take. You do, albeit reluctantly. "I won't do anything too stupid. Just...shake things up a bit."

Shake things up a bit, Eijirou says, and yet the first thing he does is when you two exit the room is press the pistol to your bodyguard’s head.

"Eijirou," you hiss. Luckily no one in the club has noticed, yet, but you doubt their ignorance will last for long.

"I'm gonna need my fifty back, buddy," Eijirou pats the man on the back, and it's strange—you've always thought your bodyguard to be a big guy, but he looks rather petite next to the redhead. Your bodyguard reaches for his walkie-talkie, but Eijirou tuts, tapping his hand away with the tip of his gun.

"Hey dude, I'm not gonna shoot you. See? The safety's on," He repeats, flashing the barrel. Your bodyguard's eyes widen, and so do yours.

The safety isn't on.

"So, that fifty," Eijirou purrs, and your bodyguard stuffs the bill into his chest with a grumble. Eijirou hums, satisfied, and gives the crumpled bill to you without a second glance, too busy nodding to his friend on the other side of the strip club. A noirette from across the way nods back.

Pop-pop!

It's fucking chaos, as anyone would expect when blindly firing into a crowded club. Eijirou keeps a tight hold on your hand as he and his other three boys storm towards the pit bosses working the casinos with guns a-blazing, demanding they fill their pillowcases like a bunch of C-class thugs.

What the fuck did you get yourself into.

"This is not what I meant by excitement," you hiss through grit teeth as a terrified pit boss fills Eijirou's bag like he's a greedy kid with an attitude on Halloween, while your co-workers cower under the bar and pool tables. Eijirou sticks his tongue your way.

"This isn't the exciting part, Little Miss Excitement."

It's the steady sound of sirens that has your eyes widening, and the fact that you're positive they're getting louder. You catch sight of your bodyguard on his walkie-talkie, big body cowering behind the smallest trashcan, and turn back just in time to see Eijirou squint as he aims and shoots bullseye.

"That is."

The police have lost sight of two vehicles carrying the four armed men who robbed Vice City Casino and Club tonight at roughly 2:53 am. Witnesses say they came in a group of four but left with an exotic dancer named—

The moment the blondie from the club sees you walk through the door, he’s tossing the stack of bills in his hand with a sigh.

"Katsuki, Y/N. Y/N, Katsuki."

Katsuki looks nothing but happy, and refuses to acknowledge your presence as he crosses his arms.

"Ei. What the hell did we say about witnesses."

"Um," the redhead rubs his lips together before wearily looking at you, and you hike his jacket further up your shoulder. At least he was decent enough to give you that. She's an exception?"

"Not a fuckin' thing," the blond grunts, turning to you to flash a tight smile. "Goodbye."

"I—wait," Eijirou skates until he's stood over the ash-blond, with a hand on his shoulder and the other braced against the table. Speaking in a quieter voice, he says, "C'mon man. The poor thing was practically begging to get outta there."

The ash-blond does nothing but sigh before shoving a palm into a pile of money to push himself into the kitchen—and subsequently further away from you.

"She's gonna call the cops," Katsuki grunts wearily from the island, eyes narrowed. Eijirou follows.

"She's not gonna call the cops, dude," the redhead scoffs at the outlandish idea. "You heard the radio! At this point, she's as deep in it as we are."

As they continue to go back and forth over the island, you let your eyes wander. It’s a penthouse, and rather homely, with near egg yolk lighting, high walls, and big windows. You can't help but think about how you're in a strangely expensive part of the city before remembering this evening's events. No wonder they can afford such a nice place.

You find yourself smiling at a particular corner with a frustrating amount of photos stuffed on a little glass table, one that contains a selfie of the two housemates in high school uniforms. There's a ring sat in front of it, one that glints gold when you hold it up to your face, and if you squint you can see little flecks of green in the red of the ruby. It looks scarily close to an engagement ring.

"Hey, what's this?"

Both of their eyes rocket from the conversation to see you slip the delicate thing onto your ring finger.

"Don't touch it!" Eijirou tenses before realizing it's much too late for that. "Er—at least don't twist the top."

"The...top?" You ask, lifting your hand until it's at eye level.

"Yeah like, the jewel thingy," the redhead gestures to the ruby—and you can't stop thinking about how it's almost the same color as his hair. Waddling into the kitchen with your eye still trained on the thing, you ask:

"What is it?"

"A time-travel device," the ash-blond grunts. Eyes still full of suspicion, he watches you and the redhead interact over the island with arms crossed over his chest and reclining against the sink. You frown.

"Aren't those usually...bigger?" Because even though it's 3036, time-travel is still fairly new (space exploration took a long time, okay) and all the machines you've seen are at least the size of a shower. And yet, this one can sit on your pinky.

"Kats has been working on some stuff," Eijirou beams and it edges on proud; you notice the ash-blond near blushes with a huff as you hop to sit on the marble counter.

"'S nothin'."

You stare at the thing in faint amazement, and Katsuki kicks off the sink to near the island. Lifting an eyebrow, you say, "You know you could get rich off something like this? Instead of robbing strip clubs for a living.”

The ash-blond scoffs, and you wonder if someone else has told him that before. "If I gave that to the public, I have no fuckin' clue what they'd do with that shit."

And you shrug, supposing he's right—time-travel devices are hard to get your hands on, and that's for a reason. If everyone starts jumping around in the time-space continuum, fucking with shit, the world will promptly and utterly collapse. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

"It doesn't work with a big time range," Katsuki defends with a shrug, sliding his forearms on the counter. "The most it can do is a few hours"

"Not that it makes this any less cool," Eijirou says with a slight bounce. "I personally think it's really fun to play with."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "That's 'cause you use it to fuck."

You nearly choke.

"I—what?"

"W-Well, okay," Eijirou chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "But also other stuff! Like when I'm really hungry, I might go to the future and take some of my fries. Future me's fries, that is."

"Or you'll try to take future-me’s goddamn burger," Katsuki growls. You flip the ring over like there's anything left to see.

"How often do you use it?"

"Nightly," Katsuki answers for him. Your eyebrows lift. Oh wow.

"It—it's not nightly," Eijirou defends weakly, huffing and puffing. "Weekly maybe, but—"

"Almost every night," Katsuki sums for him, giving you a little grin. You snort back before your eyes drop to the ring again.

"Uh oh," the redhead almost gasps, fingers thrumming on the island on either side of your being, "She's thinkin' about it."

"I'm not thinking about it," you huff, though your eyes never leave the ring. It's an...interesting prospect.

"Oh, you're totally thinking about it," Katsuki grunts, and you struggle to find where his enthusiasm came from. What happened to goodbye?

"C'mon," Eijirou tempts with a casual toss of the head. He touches your shoulder—Katsuki touches the other. "See what happens."

"What if—" you stare at the ring with pursed lips, fingers grabbing the ruby. "What if it's random? Or if we're not where we expect to be in a few hours or something."

Eijirou shrugs. "It's always a gamble, but that's where the fun is, no?"

You look down at the thing with a sigh. You suppose.

In one quick move, you twist the gem and screw your eyes shut. At first, you feel nothing, but then there's a sudden head rush, and you can easily see how someone can get addicted to this.

You hear a faint sound, one that could be excused as a rush of wind past your ears, before you feel your knees against a hard surface and your body in a different position.

"Oh, I like this much better."

You open to your eyes to a much different sight than you closed them to.

Katsuki and Eijirou look gargantuan when you’re on your knees, your back flush against the refrigerator and eyes watering due to the cock nestled halfway down your throat. You choke in surprise from the sensation, hands rushing to keep Katsuki from cutting your oxygen supply off for good as Eijirou stands impatient, cock hard in his hand and drooling for attention.

"F-Fuck," the ash-blond wheezes, seemingly just as taken aback from the position as you are. "Your mouth is fuckin' heaven."

"C'mon Sweetheart, don't ignore me now," EIjirou purrs, chuckling as the head of his cock hits your cheek with a wet slap. "At least give me a little something."

You grab his cock harder than you would've out of slight indignance, grinning around the other when it makes him hiss; Eijirou joins Katsuki in resting a hand on the fridge door for purchase.

You weren't the best at Vice City for nothing, after all.

"Shit, loosen that grip a little, will ya?" Eijirou wheezes—you don't listen, and his chest shudders when you seem to only move faster.

"'M too fuckin' close, where's that ring," Katsuki blabbers more than he grunts, and you lift your hand just in time for him to twist the jewel again, sending you three rocketing into the past.

You cough and splutter atop the kitchen island, chest heaving as you finally get the air Katsuki's cock allows. The head rush definitely doesn't help, and you find yourself getting dizzy enough to grab for someone's hand.

"Breathe, Princess," Katsuki says, and Eijirou lifts your hand to his chest so yours can rise and fall with his.

"So that's," you wheeze once you're able to get some semblance of a breath back. "That's time travel sex, huh?"

"Yeah," Eijirou says, a little breathless himself. "Addictive, right?"

"A little," you giggle, and find yourself looking for the ring again. Katsuki snorts.

"What, you wanna go back or somethin'?"

You flush red, eyes darting to the walls guilty, "A little bi—wah!"

There's a rush and the room morphs again. You would’ve fallen headfirst into a set of white sheets if it weren’t for the fact that you’re sat on Eijirou’s face.

"Hello beautiful~" the redhead singsongs from below, and you can't help but notice your bra is MIA as Katsuki takes a seat behind

you to run his hands up your sides to put the underside of your breasts.

"Pervert," you snort, though you figure you’re just as bad as he is with two of Eijirou's fingers deep in your pussy and Katsuki's hand on your clit. The redhead's leaving hickey after hickey on your inner thighs and you just try your damnest to not fall.

"Only for you," Eijirou winks cheekily, scissoring his fingers, and your hips stutter against his face when he slides his tongue in between.

"Fuckin' love the sounds you make," Katsuki grunts, before his other hand finds your neck and tightens. "And fuck you're so goddamn wet—you love this, don't you?"

You keen with a nod (and suppress the urge to say no shit, Sherlock), and Katsuki's pinching your clit between his two fingers, licking a fat stripe up your neck and chuckling when you shiver.

"What, your clients don't make you feel this good, Sweetheart?" Eijirou practically moans into your cunt, eyebrows folding when you thread your fingers through his hair and yank. "Bet that fifty was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Y-Yeah I—" you whimper, unable to get a sentence past your shuddering chest. "Guys, I'm gonna—"

The bedroom melts back into the kitchen, you're back in Eijirou’s jacket and not sat on his face. Your thighs and neck are hickey-less and yet, you're still so fucking horny.

"I hate you," you seethe, almost immediately, and Eijirou's grin is so wide it bends his eyes.

"Awe, you love me," he giggles and your frown only deepens as you reach for the ring—Katsuki snatches it out of arms way with a tut.

"Ah ah Princess, don't be greedy now," he purrs, but you couldn't give a shit about being greedy, and it shows in the way you quickly grab for it again. Katsuki passes the ring to Eijirou and it easily becomes a game of monkey in the middle.

"Give it—"

"I don't think so, Sweetheart," Eijirou says, pressing a big hand to your face to keep you from going any further. With a smirk, the redhead twists the ring, and suddenly you're full of him on the kitchen counter.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight," he curses behind grit teeth, sweat practically dripping off his shoulders in rivulets as he pushes your face into the kitchen island so hard it's numb. So are your knees. "You're so pretty like this—shit—"

You barely have the room to whimper, let alone answer, and you find Katsuki perched on the opposite counter, weeping cock in hand. The redhead chuckles as you struggle to take all of him, hips squirming as he aims for places you've never been able to hit on your own. "I'd stick your tongue back in your mouth if I were you, Sweetheart. The money’s a little dirty, don't you think?"

And that's when you realize your knees are elevated upon two stacks of green, possibly some of what Katsuki had been counting earlier, and a twenty swims in a pool of drool under your cheek.

"Oh, but I don't think you care," Eijirou grunts, shoving your face deeper into the marble countertop as his hips speed up. "Dirty fuckin' girl. Bet you'd do anything for a fifty."

"I wanna fuck her," Katsuki rushes as if his mouth moves before he can speak. Eijirou wheezes a laugh.

"What, I can't enjoy this?"

"No,” the ash-blond grunts.

"Hmm..." Eijirou debates, though his hips never stop as he gives Katsuki a look and goes, "How about no?"

Katsuki growls at that, and you find your fingers clumsily twisting the ruby on the ring that sits on Eijirou's finger, sending the three of you flinging further into the future.

"Fuck!"

"This isn't the future I was referring to, but I'm not complainin'," Katsuki grunts with a feral grin. You nearly slip due to all the water in the shower and you're positive that you see the sunrise through the window paint Eijirou's skin gold.

"I gotcha, Sweetheart," Eijirou soothes, rubbing a hand up and down your arms while your nails dig into his shoulders, the red lines jagged from how roughly Katsuki fucks you from behind. "Fuck—you're doing so good for us, taking him so well."

You whimper and Katsuki lands a heavy slap on your ass—heavy to the point where you nearly knocks both you and the redhead into the tile behind him. Eijirou's calloused hands find your clit fairly easily, and that's enough to almost send you over the edge, pussy fluttering around Katsuki's cock.

"She's gonna cum," Katsuki grunts. "Can fuckin' feel it."

"Uh oh," the redhead singsongs, turning to you with a grin. "Were you trying to be slick, Sweetheart?”

Though it's difficult, you lift your head, eyes swimming in unshed tears as you choke, "I—n-no, it's jus—"

You're in the bedroom again—this time your back comes in contact with a dresser, metal rattling from the weight Eijirou slams you into it with. The redhead supports you both with two feet planted into the floor and a hand around your waist, grunting into your ear with an exhaustion that implies you've got to be at this for hours.

"Ei-Eiji—"

"I know, Sweetheart," the redhead coos breathlessly, licking up the sweat that runs down your neck. "Just a few more times, okay? Hold on for just a little longer."

You sob, head thunking against the wall as you realize you have no idea where Katsuki is. Though it's only a fleeting thought because before you know it, Eijirou's dropping you to your feet, bending you in half, and railing you into the wall.

"Goddamn," he grunts, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip, "this is—this is the best lay I've had in a fat second."

You pant a laugh, hands pressing into the wall to steady yourself, "Good—good to know the fifty bucks was worth it."

"Oh baby, it was more than worth it," Eijirou hikes your leg up as high as it'll go for a deeper angle and he gets it, his growl melting into a semi-chuckle as you squeal, thighs jumping.

"Fuck Ei!" You scream, and he's tugging your hair to straighten your back out.

"You like it rough, Sweetheart?" He pants into your ear, grabbing your neck for a better grip. You nod as much as you can.

"Y-Yeah—I—" Eijirou drops you until you're stood at a perfect 90-degree angle, "I need—need'ta cum, p-please—"

"Twist the ring, Sweetheart," He pants, resting his hand on the wall next to yours. It still glints gold on his fourth finger in the moonlight, "Get us there together, yeah?"

You don't have to be told twice.

"Mph!"

"Fuck!”

Your knees dig into a mattress again as Katsuki fills your mouth. With his cock down your throat and Eijirou's buried deep in your cunt, there isn't much you can do but take both of them at the same time—though you're positive that's what they intended.

"Shit, me too." Eijirou wheezes a chuckle as his hips piston into you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back while he reaches between your thighs to rub your clit. That’s enough to send you flailing over the edge, moan muffled by Katsuki’s slowly softening cock. Then, with a devilish grin (and before the redhead can cum) Katsuki reaches for the ring on Eijirou’s finger and twists it.

“You asshole,” Eijirou groans, and suddenly you three are back in the shower, with Katsuki’s hips battering into yours as the redhead supports your weight from below. Katsuki chuckles before his grip tightens and he’s filling you with another load.

“C’mon Princess,” Katsuki grunts, reaching for your clit. “Come for us again.”

You choke again before you’re digging your head into Eijirou’s muscled chest with a moan, shaking from the aftershocks Katsuki continues to fuck you through them.

Until the room morphs, and you’re face down on the kitchen counter.

“Fucking finally,” Eijirou wheezes with a bitter chuckle, casually flipping Katsuki the middle finger as he's sat on the opposing counter. “Fuck, you're shaking baby, you gonna cum with me? Yeah?“

Eijirou batters into your cervix and that's the catalyst for your third orgasm. You squeeze so tight you think you may have knocked the wind out of the redhead when his chest crashes into your back, and you open your eyes just in time to see the kitchen melt into the bedroom again—in a time you all have yet to visit.

Your legs are thrown over Katsuki’s shoulders as he pushes your back deeper into Eijirou’s chest, both of their cocks filling you so much and so well it brings tears to your eyes. As your thighs quiver with an impending orgasm, Katsuki’s the first to fall off the edge, eyebrows furrowing as his nails dig into the meat of your thighs.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, voice fucked hoarse and lips bit pink. Eijirou nibbles into your shoulder with a gasp as his sweaty hand finds your clit again, neither of their hips ever stopping.

“Cum for us one more time, Sweetheart,” he pants into your neck before adding another hickey to the collection. Your chest shudders.

“I—I can’t—“

“Oh yes you fuckin’ can,” Katsuki growls, and you squeal as he tweaks a nipple. “I know you got one more in there. Give it.”

Your legs kick against his chest with a curse as you orgasm for the final time—this one much wetter than the last.

“Holy shit,” Eijirou nearly laughs, looking at where the three of you are connected. “Did you just squirt?”

“I—“ your face blends red when you see the absolute and utter mess that sits in Katsuki’s lap, before looking away with a determination to never see it again. “...Maybe.”

“Clean up?” Eijirou asks, eyes flickering to the ash-blond. Katsuki shrugs.

“Nah.”

A rush of wind and you’re sat on the kitchen counter. Eijirou’s jacket protects you from getting goosebumps due to a drop in temperature and though you do shiver, you find your body much more unscathed than it was.

“Hi,” Eijirou chuckles a little breathlessly.

“Hi,” you giggle back, a little nervous but in the best way. “So um...we do all of that tonight?”

“I guess so,” the redhead says a bit cheekily, raising an eyebrow. And then, with a wink, “Probably more.”

You stare at the ring on his hand in awe. Whoa.

"I fuck—fine, we can keep her, Shitty Hair," Katsuki grumbles from his spot near the kitchen sink, and despite the sour look on his face, you can't find a hint of it in his voice. Figures.

"Told you he'd say yes," Eijirou beams with a thumbs up.

"Can we...go do that stuff now?" You ask, albeit a bit hesitantly because...well, usually people are asking to have sex with you. Is this how they feel?

"Of course we can, Sweetheart," the redhead beams, before taking the ring off to place it onto the counter. "It was all a part of the future, after all."

[another-cancer]

Day 9, July 15th Pixie

“Pixie is it? That’s what the media has been calling you,” he said in his twisted voice.

She growled, “One person is allowed to call me that and you sure as hell ain’t him.”

Look I am back! Hopefully with semi-regular updates as I try to finish this.

///

She had been having a bad day. An unlucky one above anything else. Marinette still carried luck from her days as Ladybug. But luck runs out. Especially when the old Ladybug holder had been spending so much time with a current Black Cat holder.

The bad day started with a coffee malfunction, her coffee machine broke. So she went to her favorite cafe. They were closed due to a break in the night before. She ended up giving up on coffee. Instead, she opted to visit work.

While Marinette mainly worked from home, she did officially have an office at Wayne Enterprises where she oversaw the JTodd fashion company, her mini-empire that continued to be commission only after all the years. Named after Jason Todd. MDC had died when Ladybug did when the original Marinette Dupain-Cheng passed. Now, this version of Marinette headed an up-and-coming fashion empire, overseen by WE.

However, while she was making her way to the office building, faith proved to have other plans for her. A kidnapping. By the one and only Joker. Fuck.

///

“Pixie is it? That’s what the media has been calling you,” he said in his twisted voice.

She growled, “One person is allowed to call me that and you sure as hell ain’t him.”

Her arms were tied back above her head as a bomb sat in the middle of the room equal distance from her and the Joker.

“Well, sweetheart that other person isn’t here are they?”

Knowing the answer she looked around the room, they were alone. Jason was nowhere to be seen. She was alone. She blacked out.

///

Blink. Blink.

“Looky here, it looks like the doll is finally awake again,” Joker said to an empty room.

She was tired, from just hanging there. She wondered why she wasn’t dead yet. Why was he keeping her alive?

“Oh no you look a bit sleepy again, what a shame,” he said as she drifted back out of consciousness.

///

Loud. Pain. Needle? Blood. Dark. Quiet. Sleep.

How long had it been?

///

Fifteen hours. She hadn’t been seen for fifteen hours. She was kidnapped. And he was terrified. Marinette always texted or called, she checked in constantly. At hour three he considered it a fluke, at hour five he questioned Adrien, at hour six he searched Wayne Enterprise, at hour eight he started searching the city.

“You need rest,” B told him.

“No, I need to find her!”

“Jay we are going to find her, I promise, but right now you look like Tim, you’ve been out here too long,” Dick joked.

“How the fuck are you joking at a time like this?”

“I’m just trying to lighten the mood a bit.”

“Fuck that shit, Marinette has been missing for fifteen hours, we don’t know who the fuck has her or where the fuck she is,” Jason was steaming.

///

Marinette vomited. What the fuck was going on? Cameras. The Joker was no longer with her. It was just the bomb and her. And now a camera, a camera with a blinking light. She was being recorded, probably live-streamed knowing Joker’s flair for the dramatics.

He was going to find her. Barbara could help. She would be okay.

“Jay,” she whispered, staring into the camera, “Jay.”

She repeated it over and over until she couldn’t. She said it until she couldn’t speak.

‘I love you,’ she mouthed.

He would never get it. He wasn’t able to read lips.

///

“What do you mean you can’t trace it?” Jason demanded to know.

Barbara said, “It’s bouncing off too many towers, I can’t find an exact location.”

“What if they’re moving?” Tim suggested.

“What?” Jason asked, refocusing his attention.

“Look in the video Mari is swinging back and forth, and she threw up, she gets motion sickness. That would explain why the signal is bouncing off a bunch of towers.”

“You’re right, that would explain it, but it would need to be something big. Like a truck. I’ll start looking,” she turned back to the screen.

Tim continued analyzing the video footage looking for clues. Perhaps trying to figure out what Marinette had mouthed. And Jason. Jason felt useless. All he could do was wait for an answer. Wait for a location. Tim had the video muted so Jason didn’t have to listen to her repeating his name. So he didn’t have to listen to her suffer.

///

Someone had apparently given Bruce the news of a breakthrough. He was back in the cave with Damian and Dick. Jason thought it was stupid that no one was out looking for her. But what did he know? He needed to take a fucking break. Bullshit. Everyone standing in the cave without Marinette felt empty as they filled Bruce in.

“What happens when we find her?” Damian asked.

“We rescue her,” Jason stated as the most obvious thing in the world.

“No Damian has a point, there is a bomb. If we do anything too dramatic it will blow. A truck that size has a large gas tank, that could take out half a city block. We need to lure the truck out of the city somehow,” Dick suggested.

“Do you know how long it has been?” Jason quietly asked.

“What?” Bruce prompted.

Speaking louder he repeated, “Do you know how long it has been?”

Everyone stared blankly.

“Twenty-Three hours. She’s been missing for twenty-three hours. She has been throwing up on live television for the last six hours. I haven’t seen her in over twenty-six hours. We need to rescue her as soon as possible.”

“We understand, but we need to protect the city. We can’t let that truck blow,” Dick reasoned.

“Fuck the city. This is Marinette we’re talking about.”

“Jay, we can’t just-”

“You don’t understand, I- We- She-” Jason couldn’t find the words, “She’s important.”

“We know she’s family.”

“She’s more than that. I need to save her.”

He loved her.

///

She couldn’t open her eyes. They were too heavy.

Everything hurt.

Where was Jason?

///

He stopped every truck he came across. But he didn’t need to stop the one in front of him to know.

She was there. He could feel it.

It calmed him, around her aura he was more rational.

///

An explosion shook the whole city.

Her body was in his arms.

She had no pulse.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he let her go to perform CPR.

As he attempted to bring life back to her he repeated, ‘I love you,’ over and over.

And then a pulse.

She was still alive.

She had a chance.

Red Hood checked Pixie Todd into the hospital ten minutes later.

///

Jason came rushing into the hospital five minutes later.

“I’m here to see Pixie Todd,” he demanded.

“Mr. Wayne, she is in surgery, when she is out it will be family only until she awakes.”

“We have the same last name.”

“While I won’t question how you know what name she was checked in under, I will say you yourself have confirmed to the media, you aren’t related to the girl. I’m sorry, we understand she is your friend, but you won’t be able to see her until she’s awake.”

“We got married, '' he blurted out, “last year we didn’t want the media to know. I just want to see my wife when she gets out.”

He lied effortlessly.

“Oh, I’m sorry I assumed-”

“It’s okay, I just would like an update on her condition.”

“Of course, I can go get her surgeon.”

“Hey, can you not tell anyone about the marriage?”

“Of course Mr. Wayne.”

She was going to be okay.

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Clark squinted at him, and Dick tried not to fidget, certain he was being scanned in at least three kinds of super-vision.

Eventually, Clark's expression cleared, and he smiled. “I like it. Suits you.”

"Hey," Dick laughed, relieved, "the puns are my department.”

“Robin’s department,” Clark corrected. “And I heard he’s retired. I’m only doing my part to ensure no shortage of snappy wordplay and witty puns out on the field.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Doing your part. Being okay with this? I’m not sure.” Dick touched his chest, feeling the rough grip of his gloves against his skin. Feeling the wind chill here, 77 storeys over Mentropolis. “Giving me my name."

"Nothing to give, Nightwing. I’m honored you decided to use it."

"You don't think it's a bit..." Dick trailed off and, lacking words, stuck out his hands. Posing. His new suit—the Nightwing suit—was bright blue, accented yellow down the sides. The collar flared over his neck, dipped down Dick's chest, and had a distinctincly striking appearance.

He looked aces.

"Much?" said Clark.

"Yeah."

"No. Does Batman hate it?"

Dick grinned. "Oh, yeah. He couldn't even look at me."

"The collar?" Clark guessed, gesturing.

"Something about advertising my most vital organs for attack and refusing to protect myself from permanent concussive injury by not wearing a cowl. I don't know, it went on for a while. He didn't get really mad until I pointed out at least I was wearing pants this time."

Clark snorted. "That's true. Well, Nightwing of Earth, if it matters, I think you look great. Very disco. You’re even using the same color palette."

“Well it was that or design something in black and have everyone constantly confuse me for him.”

Around them, the twilight was dipping into true night. The lights of apartments and houses and cars began to wink on. Little signs of life in dark. At this distance, the people moved like tiny specks below him. In Gotham when the pollution was bad, which was most days, visibility from roof-level to ground ended at about the 15th storey. Seeing the people below like this felt strange, like a kid playing with ants, tracking the specks as they moved in great ebbs and flows. Discomfiting. Somehow it made him miss the smog, the obscurity.

Dick frowned.

“I wouldn’t worry about what Batman says,” Clark said eventually. “You can take care of yourself, and you know what you’re doing. I think—” Then he blinked, glanced around. Listened.

He was alone on the roof. Nightwing was gone.

Superman chuckled. “And I think no one will confuse you for him. I mean, you’re hardly alike.”

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(set music on shuffle and send me the first song + a character - requests open)

anonymous asked: Chinese Satellite by Phoebe Bridgers with Dick Grayson for the song shuffle fic thing

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Sleepality - Inky Freckles

SHIPS: Sleepality, background Virmile and Thomgan, and mentioned Dukeceit (though neither of them show up)

WARNINGS: Remus sends one text message with an implied threat (not towards the recipient), very very background sympathetic deceit and remus (they aren't acc in any scenes), mild swearing

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread

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Patton chewed distractedly on the end of his pen, tapping his foot on his bedroom floor as his eyes remained on his clock, watching as the seconds and the minutes ticked by.

Five minutes. Ten seconds.

Five minutes and ten seconds until the moment he turned sixteen.

January 15th, 1:46 am on the dot: the exact date and time of Patton’s birth. Precisely sixteen years after that moment, his soul would open up, and the bond between him and his soulmate would be formed, like an invisible string from one soul to the other. Any ink spilled on Patton’s skin would show up on his soulmate’s, too, and vice versa. Of course, nothing would happen if Patton’s soulmate wasn’t also sixteen yet, but it was still a big moment in his young life.

(If he even had a soulmate, that was. Most people didn’t, but Patton wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hopeful.)

Four minutes. Thirty-six seconds.

Patton got up from his desk, pacing around the room a few times before sitting down on his bed, leaning back against the pillows and pulling his knees to his chest. Despite the coolness of his room, and the goose-bumps on his arms, he was dressed in a worn blue t-shirt and pyjama shorts, revealing as much skin as possible, just in case. His father, Roman, had gifted him a new pack of pens – the ones made specially to be safe for skin – and he’d picked out the glittery light blue one, his favourite colour, ready to write.

Three minutes. Twelve seconds.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Patton mumbled.

Three minutes. Seven seconds.

He yawned loudly, stretching and almost dropping his pen. It was late – much later than he usually stayed up. Patton was a well-behaved kid; he went to bed when his father told him to, never stayed out past curfew. He was usually fast asleep by 11pm at latest, so this was rather unusual for him.

Tonight was one of a kind, after all.

Two minutes. Fifty-one seconds.

The tick of the clock was maddeningly slow, every second seeming to take hours. Patton couldn’t wait for when he didn’t have to keep watching.  

He reached over to his bedside table, taking his phone and switching it on.

There was one new message, from his uncle Remus, sent a few minutes ago.

UNCLE REMUS

tell your soulmate if he ever hurts you ill rip off his dick and shove it down his throat

Patton sighed, switching off his phone and placing it back down beside him. He wasn’t sure why his uncle was so certain that he had a soulmate – he claimed it was because he was psychic, though his husband, Janus, had chided him and told him not to get Patton’s hopes up.  

It was hard not to be hopeful. Impossible.

One minute. Forty-nine seconds.

Patton chewed nervously on his lip, looking over his freckled arms and wondering what exactly he’d write to his soulmate.

Would a simple ‘hello’ suffice?

There was no point in writing a whole paragraph, especially when it was statistically unlikely that Patton even had a soulmate – and even if he did, perhaps they were younger, and their connection wouldn’t start until his soulmate turned sixteen, too.

One minute. Zero seconds.

A minute. A minute. A minute. Just a minute until Patton (maybe) talked to his soulmate for the first time. That was so little time – though it felt like so much.

Patton couldn’t help but burst into delighted laughter, and he was sure that if anybody was watching him, they’d think he was insane. The hope bubbled up inside him, like a cup overflowing with water, unable to be suppressed.

Fifty seconds.

He moved forward, and then lay down on his back, spreading his arms out like a starfish.

Patton tried to keep the hope down, tried to keep it from spilling over even more. Or maybe that was nausea, swirling in his stomach, but it almost felt too good to be that. Too happy. Too excited. Both, maybe.

Forty seconds.

Patton twirled the pen in his hand.

It slipped from his fingers, hitting the carpet with a quiet thump.

He bent down – wobbling slightly and nearly tumbling right off his bed – picking it back up and then sitting up again. He moved so his back was pressed against the wall, and tilted his head up to look at the pattern at the ceiling, counting each swirl.

He glanced back at the clock.

Twenty seconds.

His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and his eyes remained on the clock, watching it tick.

Ten seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Zero.

Zero. Zero. Zero.

Patton sat up straight, squeezing the pen tightly, so tightly that his nails dug into his palm.

He pulled off the cap, dropping it on the bed beside him and holding the tip just above his wrist. His hand shook (nervousness or excitement? Both) as he pondered what to write for another moment.

He pressed the pen to his skin.

Hello?

Hopefully that was good enough.

Patton waited a few seconds, almost a whole minute, and then sighed, leaning back so his head hit the wall and closing his eyes. He was disappointed, but he knew that it was his own fault. He shouldn’t have let himself get so hopeful. Maybe he didn’t have a soulmate – that was alright, his uncles weren’t soulmates and yet they were wonderfully happy together.

(But his brother, Emile, did have a soulmate, and there was something amazing about the way he and Virgil could practically read each other’s minds, communicating effortlessly without saying a word. Patton wanted that. He really, desperately wanted that, more than anything else in the world.)

He wouldn’t cry.  

He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t.

His lower lip trembled.

All of a sudden, Patton felt a funny sensation on his wrist, like someone else was writing on it – the non-existent pen so light on his skin he almost couldn’t feel it. Almost.

Patton’s eyes shot open, and he immediately lifted his wrist to stare at it, wide-eyed.

His breath stuttered at the words now written in black ink just below his greeting.

holy shit

Before Patton could truly process what was going on, before he could regain his breath, the sensation resumed, and more words began to appear below those first ones.

hi

guess im ur soulmate lol

Patton couldn’t help but giggle, practically vibrating with excitement.

He picked his pen back up, ignoring the slight stain he’d left on his bedsheets. He’d spilt enough juice and milk on his bed to care about one little stain, especially right now, when he had a much more important thing to focus on.

Oh my gosh!!!!!!

Soulmate!!!

Im Patton!

Patton Picani!!!

thats a lot of exclamation marks babe

Nervousness tinged the edges of Patton’s bubble of excitement, enough that he almost didn’t notice the use of the word ‘babe’, which made his heart skip a beat.

sorry

not a bad thing

its cute

Patton bit his lip, wiggling excitedly as his heartrate increased. He watched as the words continued coming. They were messy, but Patton was sure the handwriting was the prettiest he’d ever seen, though he could admit that he might’ve been a little biased. He would read a million books written in this handwriting.

im Remy

Sanders

my bdays acc the 16th lol

tomorrow

i turn 17

Its my birthday today!!!!

Only after Patton wrote that did he realise how obvious it was – of course it was his birthday – but he didn’t particularly care. The ticking of the clock had faded into background noise, and it was hard to believe it had ever annoyed him so much, though it was impossible for him to think of anything negative right now. He was floating on cloud nine.

happy birthday

were running out of arm space

id have to strip to get leg room

wanna gimme ur number?

Okay!!!

They quickly exchanged phone numbers, and Patton immediately grabbed his phone, creating a new contact labelled ‘Remy’ followed by seven colourful hearts – a rainbow of love. But before he could text Remy, Remy texted him first.

REMY:

what time is it for u

Patton glanced at the clock.

PATTON:

Almost 2am

REMY:

same

Realisation struck Patton, and his eyes widened with guilt and concern. He bit his lip, and quickly resumed typing.

PATTON:

Oh my gosh im so sorry!!!! Did I wake you up?

REMY:

nah babe dw bout it

i was already up

i always sleep late

PATTON:

That sounds unhealthy :(

Get some rest!!!

REMY:

ha

u sound like my dads lol

PATTON:

What are they like?

REMY:

my dads?

its just the three of us

their names are logan and thomas and theyre the sappiest motherfuckers on earth

gotta love em tho

theyre gonna be real thrilled when they find out bout u

bet theyll love you right away

wbu  

whats ur fam like

PATTON:

Oh! Well ive got my dad

His name’s Roman

He works in theatre!!! Hes so cool

And I’ve got my older brother Emile hes 22 and hes a therapist

He uses cartoons to help people!!

Hes also got a soulmate his name is Virgil and hes a florist

They got married last year and the wedding was so much fun!!! So many pretty flowers!!!

And I’ve got my uncle Remus hes my dads twin hes a writer and his husband Janus is a lawyer theyre also both so cool!!!

And that’s everyone!!

REMY:

if theyre all as sweet as u sugar then im sure ur all v popular

PATTON:

Well we do have dinner with our neighbours a lot!!!

Mrs Smith gives me lots of candy

Its often stale but I eat it anyway cos shes just so sweet!

Sweeter than her candy lol

Patton’s door suddenly swung open, and he jumped, his phone slipping from his fingers and landing right in his lap. His father, Roman, stepped inside, yawning and rubbing his eyes, wincing at the bright light that hung from the ceiling.

“You still up, Pat?” He asked sleepily.

He squinted, his eyes landing on the still-on phone in Patton’s lap.

“Who are you te- by the glittering horn of a unicorn! Is that writing on your arm?” He sat down, taking Patton’s arm and looking over the words. He then glanced back up at his son, his eyes shining excitedly. “You have a soulmate,” He breathed.

“I do!” Patton exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in place. “His name is Remy and he turns seventeen tomorrow and he’s just so cool!”

Roman beamed. “Wow, I’m so incredibly happy for you, Pat!” He said. Then, he chuckled, his smile turning a little teasing. “But... it’s late, and you really should be sleeping. And I’m betting that Remy should be, too.”

Patton pouted a little. “But it’s a Friday! I don’t have any school tomorrow.”

“But the family’s coming over tomorrow at 10 for your birthday, and I know you. You’re gonna be all grumbly in the morning, instead of our happy-pappy Patton, and that’ll be even worse the less sleep you get.”

Patton drooped, like a little wilting flower, but couldn’t deny that his father was right.

“Okay...” He frowned, picking up his phone, switching off the screen without looking at it, and holding it against his chest. “Can I at least say night to Remy, first?”

Roman smiled. “Sure.”

He leant forward, squeezing Patton’s arm supportively, before pressing a quick kiss to his son’s forehead. Roman gave him one last smile, affectionately ruffling his hair, before pulling back and standing up. He brushed the non-existent dirt from his pyjamas.

“Goodnight, Pat,” He said. “And happy birthday.”

In the excitement that was talking to Remy, Patton had almost forgotten that it was his birthday, and he blinked in surprise as Roman left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Patton then took a deep breath, before switching his phone back on to see whatever messages he’d missed.

REMY:

u rlly r an angel huh

PATTON:

Awwwww!!

Your making me blush

REMY:

thats the goal babe

PATTON:

Such a flirt!!

REMY:

im gonna be ten times more flirty when i get to see ur pretty face in person

PATTON:

How do you know Im pretty?

You havent even seen me yet

REMY:

i can just tell

im awesome like that

i bet ur the cutest person in the whole damn world

the whole damn universe

but while were on the subject of seeing each other

were waiting to meet naturally right?

PATTON:

Yeah!

Its good luck  

REMY:

yea

PATTON:

Welp!!!

Dad says I gotta go to sleep now!!

Night <3<3<3

REMY:

night xoxox

Patton switched off his phone, placing it on his bedside table and getting off the bed. He wobbled slightly as he stood up, suddenly realising how tired he really was, and quickly walked up to his fairy lights, switching them on before switching off the main light. He then climbed back into bed, settling in the soft nest of pastel pillows and blankets, and his last thought before he fell asleep was of his soulmate.

He barely knew Remy, but he already couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with him.

***

The sound of the alarm from Remy’s phone rang through the room, waking him up suddenly. His immediate reaction was to groan, shutting it off quickly and then returning to the warm comfort of his mattress and pillows and blanket. It was the weekend, he had no plans, so if his dads wanted him up, they could come in and get him up themselves. Remy wanted to sleep.

Then, the memories of the night before flooded back to him, and he shot up in bed, pulling out his arm and staring at it wide-eyed.

The words Patton had written last night had now been washed away – likely to leave room for new words and new conversations – whilst Remy’s words still remained, though now a little smudged and faded. The only sign that Patton’s words had ever been there in the first place was the new word on his wrist, just below his palm, in baby blue, like the ones before.

Morning <3

Remy grinned, jumping out of bed much more enthusiastically than he usually did, grabbing the black pen on his bedside table and rushing to the bathroom, thankfully not bumping into either of his dads on the way there.

He washed his arms as quickly as he could, leaving them a little sore and red, though he didn’t care, and uncapped his pen with his teeth, leaving the lid in his mouth.

mornin

!!!!!

Do you always get up this late?

Remy laughed. The handwriting was a little larger and a little neater than his, and each i was dotted with a heart, which made him even more convinced that his soulmate was probably the cutest person on earth.

what time is it

10:30

later usually

what time did u get up

8:30

oof

i could never

What do you do for school then?

suffer

Remy took the pen lid out of his mouth, pocketing it and twirling the uncapped pen between his fingers, watching as more light blue words appeared on his arm. The sensation was feather-light, barely there, but impossible to ignore.

Aww no!!

I don’t want you to suffer :(

dw babe ive got coffee

life saver

id die without it

100%

Well make sure you don’t drink too much!!!!

Its bad for you!!

dw my dad always tells me that

he keeps an eye on it

Which one?

logan

Okay

There was a brief pause, and Remy almost continued writing, but he got the feeling that Patton wasn’t done, so he just waited patiently, tapping his foot against the tiled bathroom floor.

Do you mind if I doodle on my arms?

I usually do when Im bored but I thought Id ask

I wont if you don’t want me to tho

go ahead

what do u doodle?

I usually just connect my freckles

Like little constellations!!!!

It was impossible to keep the grin on Remy’s face from widening – Patton's enthusiasm was adorable and infectious – and he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, crossing one leg over the other as he pressed his pen to his skin and continued writing.

u got a lot of freckles?

Yup!

Theyre everywhere

everywhere?

Yeah!

hm

one day  

im gonna kiss every single one of your freckles

(Perhaps that was a little bold for only their second conversation, but Remy was a natural flirt, and Patton was his soulmate, after all. He’d back down at any sign of discomfort, but so far Patton had seemed receptive.)

every single one

Thats a lot of kisses

not enough

but itll be a good start

A little, swirly scribble appeared just beside the words Remy had written – the universal key-smash equivalent for soulmates writing on their skin. Just the thought that he was already able to fluster Patton so easily made Remy very, very happy. He grinned.

Gtg! Presents time!

Ill talk to you later <3<3<3

later xoxo

Remy fished the pen lid back out of his pocket, capping the pen and pocketing it. He then strolled back out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and towards the kitchen.

His fathers were both sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and talking. Their legs were pressed together under the table, and it was clear they’d just been flirting. Both Logan and Thomas looked up when Remy entered the room, surprised.

“What kind of natural disaster got you up before midday?” Thomas joked.

Remy waved his arm, showing off the writing, and Logan choked on his coffee. Thomas patted his back a few times worriedly, and Remy waited impatiently for the conversation to resume, tapping his foot against the floor.

“Is that what I think it is?” Logan asked incredulously, once he was breathing again.

Remy nodded. “Yup. Can I make coffee?”

Thomas nodded slowly, but it was clear he was much more focused on the previous topic at hand.

“You have a soulmate?” He asked. “Oh my gosh! What’s their name? Aren’t you gonna tell us about them?”

“Well, his name’s Patton,” Remy began, heading towards the coffee machine and immediately getting to work to make himself a large mug. “It’s his birthday today – it was actually, like, 2am, or something – and he’s real cute. I think you’ll both like him.”

Thomas exchanged a look with his husband – the former much more openly thrilled, whilst the latter looked more confused, though undeniably pleased. He then stood up, opening his arms immediately.

“I think this calls for a family hug,” Thomas grinned.

Logan sighed, but put his own coffee mug back down, getting up obediently.

Remy groaned. “Really? Before my coffee? Do I have to?”

“Yup! Right now,” Thomas said, wrapping one arm around Logan’s waist and resting his chin on his head, keeping his other arm outstretched, awaiting their son. “This is a big moment! It calls for a family hug. C’mere.”

“There is no point refusing, Remy,” Logan said dryly. “I learnt that a long time ago.”

“Aww, you love me.”

“Of course. That is why we got married, after all.”

Remy groaned again. “Are you two really flirting, right now? Gross.”

“Well, if you want us to stop flirting, you’re gonna have to join the hug.”

Remy sighed exaggeratedly, dragging his feet as he walked up to his dads, reluctantly joining the family hug. Then, he pulled back as quickly as he could get away with, making a face and turning back to the coffee machine. He quickly made himself a large mug – with excessive amounts of milk and sugar, something his father would usually criticise, though he seemed to turn a blind eye for today.

Remy then sat down at the table, beside Thomas, sipping eagerly at his coffee and leaning back in his chair.

His fathers didn’t take their eyes off of his arm, clearly reading the words, and after about a minute, Remy rolled his eyes, placing the coffee on his table and crossing his arms.

“What are you looking at?”

“Attitude, Remy,” Thomas sighed. “Be nice. And we’re looking at your arm because we’re excited! You have a soulmate, that’s a really big deal! We should celebrate.”

Remy perked up. “Celebrate?”

Logan nodded in agreement. “Perhaps tonight we could have dinner at the Italian place that you like.”

“Ooh, the one with that fancy pasta?”

“Weren’t we planning on going there tomorrow?” Thomas asked his husband.

Remy blinked, surprised. “We were?”

Thomas blinked, and then gave his husband a slightly sheepish smile. “I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that.”

Logan sighed. “Well, I think we can put that off for tomorrow, then. Today... you may invite a few friends over.” Remy opened his mouth, but Logan quickly continued, interrupting him before he could speak. “Three friends, maximum. No parties.”

Remy pouted. “Only three? Lame.”

“If you complain, we’ll bring it down to two.”

“Three sounds great!”

***

Patton picked up his phone, holding it to his ear as he paced casually around his room.

“Emile!” He greeted. “How are you?”

“Happy birthday, Pat!” Emile greeted cheerfully, and Patton could practically hear the usual smile on his face. “And I’m doing great. Virgil invited his brother to dinner yesterday, so that was fun, and I had a real breakthrough with one of my clients, too. You?”

“I’m good! Hey, do you think this counts as Remy and my anniversary? I mean, I know we haven’t actually really met, yet, but it’s been a year since we first spoke, and we are soulmates. Does that count? Would it be weird to count it?”

Emile hummed. “I think that if you want it to count, it counts.”

“That’s a bit vague,” Patton sighed.

Emile laughed. “That’s just how it works, I’m afraid. How is Remy anyway? It’s his birthday tomorrow, right?”

Patton perked up at the opportunity to talk about his soulmate. “Remy’s great! He got a new job at the Starbucks near his house; he’s pretty excited about it. And yup, it’s his birthday tomorrow! He turns eighteen. It’s a funny coincidence, isn’t it? That our birthdays are so close?”

“It’s actually a lot more common for soulmates to have these similarities than you’d think,” Emile said. “Close birthdays, close locations, things like that. I mean, Virgil and I were both born in the same hospital.”

“Really? Oh, that’s cool!” Patton smiled.

He sat down on his bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged, and moving so his back was against the wall, half-sitting on one of his pillows.

“Yup! I’ve researched a lot about these things,” Emile said. “And- oh, Virgil, there you are!”

Patton heard rustling on the other end of the line, like Emile was temporarily putting his phone down, probably to greet and kiss his husband. He waited patiently, humming a song from the Steven Universe movie and drumming his fingers against his leg. His eyes scanned the various words written across his arms. Shiny black and glittery light blue. There were doodles, too – lines connecting the dots of his freckles, done by himself, and little stars and moons and hearts by Remy.

Then the rustling resumed, more movement, and Patton stopped humming.

“Morning, Pat,” Virgil greeted.

Patton smiled. “Virgil! How’s work going?”

“Not bad. I helped a guy arrange a hate-bouquet for his ex-boyfriend yesterday, so that was fun.”

“Sounds interesting!”

Virgil hummed in agreement, and it sounded like he was nodding. “I’m gonna hand the phone back to Emile, now. Happy birthday, kid.”

“Thanks!”

There was another moment of rustling, and then Emile returned.

“Okay, Virgil and I have to get to work,” Emile said. “We’re stopping by later for dinner, dad already knows. And, before you ask, no I will not tell you what your gift is, you’re gonna have to wait and see.”

Patton pouted. “Aww, okay. Bye!”

“Bye!”

Patton hung up the phone, before switching over to the texting app, and opening up his conversation with Remy.

PATTON

Hey im running out of space

So im gonna clean my arm

Can you too?

Remy responded almost immediately, as he usually did.

REMY

sure

one sec

Patton smiled, getting up and pocketing his phone. He headed over to the bathroom, quickly scrubbing away the words on his arms (he could leave the ones still remaining on his legs and torso, for now), and watching as Remy’s words disappeared at about the same time.

He then returned to his bedroom, sitting back down on his bed and fetching and uncapping his favourite pen.

The moment the tip of his pen touched his skin, a small black dot appeared just below it, like Remy was doing the exact same on his side – unintentionally trying to write in unison. All of a sudden, a wave of peace and happiness washed over Patton, but the emotions didn’t come from within himself. No, they came from an outside source, from somewhere else. Not from him.

From Remy.

At first, Patton was confused, disoriented, and then his heart skipped a beat, and he lifted his pen from his wrist.

The feeling stopped.

He then returned the pen to his wrist, creating another dot of light blue ink. For a moment, nothing happened, the feeling didn’t return, but then a small black speck appeared just beside his.

This time, the happiness was joined by an almost cautious excitement, tinged with something else.

What was it?

Love?

Love.

It felt like Patton was loving himself, except the love came from elsewhere, it came from Remy. Like a warm, comfortable blanket of love, wrapping around him and keeping him safe.

Patton beamed, wide and toothy and delighted, leaning back against the pillows and practically wiggling with excitement, careful to keep his pen tip on his wrist. A similar, thrilled feeling came back at him, and Patton quickly realised that whatever feelings he was getting from Remy, Remy was probably getting some very similar feelings in return from him.

damn babe

either something v weird is happening to me or thats ur feelings im feeling

I can feel it too!!!

Oh my gosh!

good i was worried i might be drunk

Have you been drinking?

nah thats why i was worried lmao

would be v weird to be drunk with no booze

Well that sure would be unusual!

The feelings from Remy weren’t constant, they only surfaced when both Patton and Remy were writing at once – flashes of emotions that were practically addicting. He wanted to keep feeling those feelings forever.

this is v weird

on and off

think itll get more constant the more we talk?

like we wont need to be both writing at the same time to feel it or smth?

Yeah!

I think so

Thats what happened with Em and Virge at least

cool

cant wait

There was a brief pause, and then Remy’s writing resumed.

can we doodle?

might make the empathy connection thingy better

Sure!

Patton giggled, unable to help himself, before pressing the tip of his pen to one of his freckles and drawing a thin line from it to another. Then another and another and another. Over and around the written words. He wasn’t making any specific shape or pattern in particular, just connecting the numerous dots. As he did this, Patton felt new shapes and doodles appearing on his legs, though he couldn’t see them through his trousers. Hearts and stars and moons and pawprints, most likely. The last one was new – Patton’s favourite.

He could feel Remy’s peace and contentment and love (love, love), like it was flowing through the air and seeping through his skin, filling him with happiness. Sometimes, it even increased for a brief moment, usually just after Patton’s happiness bubbled over into delighted giggles. It was a cycle – happiness creating happiness creating happiness.

Patton loved Remy. Remy loved Patton.

Love. Love. Love.

***

“Hey, Remy!”

Remy glanced up from his phone, straightening up as noticed and watched his best friend, Toby, approaching him. His foot tapped impatiently against the pavement, and his sunglasses were on to shield his eyes from bright midday sun.

“Gurl, what was taking you so long?” Remy complained, stuffing his phone into his pocket and crossing his arms, practically pouting. “I’ve been waiting here for, like, hours.”

Toby gave him a dry look. “I’m ten minutes late.”

“And that’s, like, ten hours in gay-and-in-a-hurry time.”

“In a hurry? What the hell are we even doing? Your text was very vague.”

“Well, it’s my dad’s birthday in a-”

“Which one?”

“Thomas. Bitch, stop interrupting me.”

Toby laughed, and Remy glared at him. He held his hands up defensively in mock surrender, and then gestured for Remy to continue.

“Anyway, it’s my dad’s birthday on Sunday and I’m supposed to get him a gift. I dunno what, though, so you’re gonna help me.”

“I’m pretty sure you know him better than I do.”

Remy shushed him. “Gurl, I am not letting you get out of helping me. So, we’re going to-”

He suddenly froze, going silent. Remy’s brow then creased, too, and after a moment of stillness he began to rapidly pat his arms and legs, like he was looking for something, though he didn’t seem to find it. Toby gave him a bewildered look.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

“I can feel Patton’s emotions,” Remy said.

He could, but only barely – just little hints of Patton, pricking the edges of his soul – much less than he was used to, but still impossible to ignore. He was used to these feelings by now, always recognising them immediately, though this time it was... different.

“Okay... so, he’s writing to you? Isn’t that normal?”

Remy looked back at him, looking just as confused as Toby. “No, he isn’t. He isn’t writing to me. No ink.”

“He... isn’t?”

“I can always feel it,” Remy explained. “Always. But not right now. Why... why-” He froze, his eyes widening behind his dark sunglasses.  

“What?”

“He must be close. He must- oh my god, he must be close!” Remy looked around quickly, at all of the surrounding pedestrians. None of them looked right – none of them were Patton – but he could practically sense him. He was so close.

Toby blinked. “Really?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes. Yes, really. I know what I’m talking about!” Remy exclaimed, perhaps a little harsher than intended. “The empath shit only happens when you write or when you’re close. Gurl, that’s, like, common knowledge.”

Toby held his hands up. “Right, uh... sorry.” He cleared his throat. “So, how are we gonna find him?”

Remy’s brow scrunched up in thought. “I don’t know.”

His best friend shrugged, even more lost than he was.

“Maybe... maybe...” Remy continued, trailing off, before he suddenly straightened up. “It’ll get stronger the closer I get to him, so I just have to follow where it’s stronger, right? Like... like getting warmer and colder.”

Toby nodded slowly. “That makes sense. So, uh, walk around, and we’ll go in the direction that makes it stronger.”

Remy immediately began to pace in circles around Toby, pulling a slightly panicked face when at one point the feeling completely disappeared. Then, it got stronger, a wave of anticipation and curiosity, nervousness and excitement.

It suddenly hit Remy that if he could feel Patton, then Patton could feel him, too.

Patton was probably looking for him.

The corners of Remy’s lips twitched up into a smile. He was practically oozing excitement, and it was contagious, as Patton’s also seemed to increase – even Toby began smiling, too.

Toby patted him on the shoulder.

“Go on, follow your gut. I’ll be right behind you.”

Remy immediately turned on his heel, sprinting in the direction the emotions seemed to be coming from, and Toby almost tripped over his own feet following him. The empathy got stronger and stronger and stronger with every step, until it was even stronger than it usually was, and as his excitement further increased, so did Patton’s.

He rounded a corner, and immediately ran right into someone running at a similar speed, and they both tumbled to the ground with two loud thumps.

“Ah, fuck,” Remy groaned, closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose as a jolt of pain shot down his leg.

“Oof,” The other boy winced.

His voice was like a bell, ringing through the air: suddenly the only sound that Remy could hear.

That was when Remy realised that Patton’s emotions were now equal to his own – mixing together in Remy’s soul until they were one and the same. It was almost like they were thinking and feeling as one, which was rather disorienting, to say the least.  

Patton... Patton was right in front of him.

Remy opened his eyes, immediately coming face-to-face with the most gorgeous person he had even seen – a wide-eyed and freckled boy, about a year younger than Remy, staring back at him with parted lips and an equally startled expression. He was wearing a blue and grey t-shirt, showing off his arms and the words Remy had written to him today, and all the constellations he’d doodled on his own skin. Now, Remy could see the stars that he’d been missing, and, in his opinion, they were even better than the ones in the night sky.

Patton.

Patton, Patton, Patton.

“Patton,” Remy breathed.

“Remy.”

Remy laughed, uncontrolled and loud and delighted, sitting up straight and taking Patton’s hand in his own, squeezing it. It was warm and soft, Remy never wanted to let go, and when Patton squeezed back, he felt... complete. Perfect. Heaven.

Patton smiled – like a shining sun, one that thankfully didn’t hurt to look at, as Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“Wow,” Remy laughed. “You’re... wow.”

“Wow,” Patton echoed.

People were probably staring at them – Toby included – but Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of Patton to check. Patton seemed to be doing similarly, his eyes slowly taking in every part of Remy’s body, before returning to his face, staring into his eyes.

Patton’s eyes were brown, like honey in the sunlight. Beautiful.

“It’s... it’s nice to finally meet you,” Patton said softly.

“Likewise.”

There was a beat.

“You are gorgeous,” Remy continued, the words coming out before he could stop himself. He almost regretted blurting it out, but then Patton’s face turned a particularly pretty shade of pink, and Remy immediately grinned.

Patton squeezed his hand. “You, too.”

“Oh, I know I’m hot, babe,” Remy said, making Patton giggle. “But you, you’re... you’re an angel. Like, damn, how the hell did I get so lucky? I must’ve done something really freaking amazing in a past life to have deserved you.”

“You’re even more of a flirt in person,” Patton smiled, a little teasingly.

Remy laughed. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I warned you.”

“You did,” Patton said, smiling fondly.

“Is it too soon to ask if I can kiss you?” Remy asked suddenly. His tone of voice was casual, like he was joking, but they both knew – Patton could probably sense – that he was serious.

Patton didn’t hesitate, answering quickly. “No. I mean, yes. I mean... no, it’s not too soon. Please?”

Remy didn’t waste any time, reaching forward, carefully cradling Patton’s face in his hand and kissing him gently. His lips were soft and warm and Remy never wanted to stop kissing him. Patton covered Remy’s hand with his own free one, kissing back a little clumsily, though it was without a doubt enthusiastic.

Then, he got a little too enthusiastic, and Remy tumbled backwards, pulling Patton along with him.

They broke apart, and after a moment of startled – slightly awkward – silence, they both started laughing loudly, and Patton climbed off of him. He finally stood up, holding out his hand and helping Remy up, too.

The pedestrians that had been watching them had mostly all moved on by now, leaving only Toby hovering awkwardly nearby. He had his phone out, trying to distract himself, give them some privacy, though he was undeniably still keeping an eye out. It wasn’t every day you saw a soulmate pair’s first meeting.  

Remy took Patton’s hands in his own, looking him over again and again and again.

An idea came to him – not a new one, one he’d thought about and talked about and dreamed and daydreamed about a million times – and he grinned in a way that he could feel made Patton’s heart skip a beat.

“Remember how I said I wanted to kiss every freckle?"

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“What it means to be a big brother” - by Damian Wayne (Batfam x Fem!Reader)

I wanted to write a story with Damian as an older brother, and how he came to learn what it meant to…well, basically the title haha. And since quite a few of you lately asked for more Thomas, here we are. I hope you will like it :

My master list : @ella-ravenwood-archives . Links to stories where Thomas appears (for those who do not know who he is) in the author’s notes at the end of the story.

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Right there, with his new little brother in his arms, standing in front of his family...Damian didn't dare to move an inch.

There wasn't a muscle in his body that wasn't tense.

In this exact position, things were going well, so he wasn't about to move. Staying like this forever sounded more and more like a good plan.

Because if he did move…There was a chance he’d drop him.

"You don't have to be so stiff you know ?"

Tim said, amused.

He was the one that was holding the baby just a few minutes ago, and was clearly not as stressed as Damian about it. He was also the one that laid little Thomas in his brother’s arms, and therefor was the cause of the “full body lockdown” Damian was going through.

Slowly, Damian turned his head towards Tim (he couldn't move too fast, because there was a risk he'd drop the baby !) and said through gritted teeth :

"Yes I do. If I don't, I might drop him !"

The word “drop” was resonating in Damian’s head, and it was the only thing he could think about.

Drop. Drop. Drop drop drop drop.

It was starting to lose it’s meaning, and only the fact that it would be terrible if he “dropped” something stayed in the boy’s head.

But then the baby moved, and Damian looked down instinctively.

His eyes fell upon his new little brother’s face and...He felt his heart drop.

What was this feeling ? Why, all of a sudden, did he feel overwhelmed and full of...something ? An emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

It kinda made him want to cry.

His eyes glued to the little body in his arms, trying to understand this intense surge of emotions, he finally raised his head after a few seconds and said, a hint of disbelief in his voice :

“I’m-I’m a big brother.”

And boom. There it was.  

Up until now, you had managed to keep your cool, looking at your sons and daughter holding Thomas in turn, and beaming at him happily.

But here, that bewildered look on Damian’s face, and that smile he probably didn’t even notice he had on, was a little too much for your heart.

Damian was the one you were most worried about, when it came to meet baby Thomas. You weren’t sure how he’d react.

All along your pregnancy he was doing fine, and seemed excited about the prospect to have a new brother. But at times, when nobody was looking at him, you noticed the worried look in his eyes, and it frustrated you to no end to not be able to know for sure what your son was thinking.

You’ve always been good at deciphering the Waynes’ emotions, sometimes even better than them themselves. But in that case...You couldn’t quite put your finger on what kind of worries were assaulting your boy.

Was he afraid you’d love his little brother more ? Or that he wouldn’t be the “baby” anymore ? Maybe afraid not to be a good enough role model ? Or to simply to not find a way to bond with him ?

So many questions, and no answers. 

Maybe it was a mix of all of that. But you just couldn’t decide. And it was an immense source of stress for you.

But here, right now, as you witnessed Damian smiling widely and whispering “Im a big brother”, your own worries suddenly vanished.

You turned to your husband who was right next to you, and put your head against his chest, muffling a "awwwww" sound that you feared might put Damian on the defensive. Instinctively, Bruce wrapped his arms around you (this called for some “I know, I know they’re cute” support).

God forbid anyone would catch your little buddy being so sweet. Haha. He hated when you called him that.

Sweet.

But he truly was ? He just didn't know it yet.

You were sure no one ever told him he was "sweet".

But he had all this little attentions for you, his father or siblings. 

He might think of it as nothing, but you all noticed. You noticed all the drawings he’d left in strategic points for all of you. Or how meticulous he was in preparing pop corn or hot chocolate for movie nights. Little things, that when added, became grand. 

You noticed everything. All of you.

Most importantly, you noticed the big changes in him.

Damian was 12 now.

He came into your life two years ago and, after quite a while of him refusing this little family his father made for himself, and making life difficult for everyone…He came around. He understood.

And you never blamed him for being difficult at first, on the contrary. You were the most understanding of them all, scolding your kids or Bruce himself, when they were too unforgiving or frustrated too fast !

It was a team work, to make Damian feel like he was finally home. 

Feel like he was amongst his family. 

Like Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass were his siblings, and although you weren’t his biological mother, you saw him as your own son too.

It was a learning experience for everyone. 

Bruce did a great job at being patient, and teaching him about his own values and such. Forgiving him when he took the wrong decision, all the while still being strict. It was a balance of understanding, softness, forgiveness, and yet still putting important boundaries. Damian never really experienced any of this... 

Your kids had some practice at being older brothers, and only Tim needed an acclimating moments...But he was a fast learner. After the first initial bad meeting, they became close. Although of course, they still bickered from times to times. After all, they were little/big brothers. Everything couldn’t always be perfect. Life wasn’t like that. 

As you looked at Damian and Thomas, you wondered...Would Damian, just like his siblings, find his own way to become a big brother ? How would he proceed ? He had, after all, a lot of role model for this. But would he decide to take the same approach ?  

The future was more unknown than ever, but as you looked at your family surrounding you, and this new beaming little life that entered yours, you had quite the high hopes. 

************

"July 15th 20?? (I’m not putting an exact year cause ya know, it wouldn’t stay accurate). Thomas : three days old.

          I am starting this logbook to understand. I got the idea from Grayson, whom I think got the idea from mom ? I always see him write in that journal of his. I think when he was younger, after he lost his parents and just started to live with father and mom, she suggested to him to write his feelings down. And so he started journaling. He has a bunch of filled notebooks in his room. I saw them a few times, but I never looked. Mom says it’s his thoughts, I would never intrude (okay maybe I “intruded” once. Or twice.). 

         That’s not the point of this anyway. According to both him and mom, writing down their feelings help a lot. So I asked Grayson if he could give me a blank notebooks, since he always has some in advance. He gave me a stupid bright pink one that sparkles and light up in the dark...But oh whatever, at least like that, nobody will know it’s mine, and will open it.

         Now, what is the point of this exactly. Laying it out is suppose to help so, here goes nothing : in this logbook, I am planing to “write down my feelings” so I can understand. I’ve never felt that way before. Love is very new to me, people actually caring about me is very new, having a sort of freedom is new, being happy is new. I’ve come a long way in two years, and I still find it difficult to put words on all the things I feel. Hence, this book. 

          More precisely though, I will record in this “logbook” (not to confuse with a journal or something), my journey as a new big brother. I think it will help me, to write things down. The idea doesn’t sound as stupid as when I first heard it two years ago. On the contrary, I already feel like my brain is getting more organized about my feelings, just by writing this down. Like now, I understand that what I felt as I held Thomas for the first time was love. And a need to protect him. But it was so instant, as soon as I truly saw him, that it made me wonder...Why ? And How ? Is this what it is to be a big brother ? A sudden instinct coming out of nowhere ?

          I will implement my studies of becoming the best big brother (notes for self : competition = hard, have to work very hard), and understanding what it actually means to be one, as it’s a first for me. 

          My life now is full of “firsts”. But in this logbook, I will mostly talk about being a big brother to Thomas, because that’s the newest and most intriguing thing yet. After two years, I think I know what love is, and what it isn’t. It isn’t praising me for being the best, but encouraging me to always do my best. It isn’t training me and being proud of me when I’m perfect, but accepting my flaws unconditionally. Yes. I think I got love down. It’s in little gestures, like when father goes to the other side of town to get my favorite take away. It is in small (and sometimes big) affectionate things like calling me pet names, ruffling my hair, or making sure I am alright. Love englobes a lot of things (my feelings for Thomas being in it). It took me a while to understand it, and I think if I had a logbook to write my findings down, it would’ve been easier. 

          So here I am. Starting a new journey of discovery. But with the knowledge I already have. How my brothers and sister are with me. How my parents are with me. How my friends, are with me. What love truly is. I’m not starting this new canvas blank, but with already a large array of color. What I need now, is to make this painting my own.

*There is here a drawing of himself standing at the front of a large pirate boat, ready to start this “new journey of discovery”, with the annotation “I think Grayson would enjoy this analogy of being captain of my own boat, as in of my own destiny. He always enjoyed pirates”*

         A plan : 1. Get books on babies.                        2. Hanging out with Thomas.                       3. Observing how the others are interacting with him.                       4. There is no 4 yet. But there will be as I come along, I suppose.”

************

It all happened so fast. 

Bruce and the kids were about to go on patrol, when you started to scream at him that it was time. In a panic, you rushed to the hospital, leaving behind your children who anxiously waited for some news. 

Hours went by, and no news were given. 

Everyone slowly started to freak out, but Damian was the one who was touched the most. 

When Jason dared to tell him : “Hey buddy, no news mean good news, right ?” in an attempt to comfort him, Damian went on a rant about how this expression was idiotic and made no sense. 

No news meant a lot of things ! Like, maybe their father RECKLESS driving got them into an accident, or maybe there was complications with the babies, or they ran in any kind of troubles that prevented them to give news ! 

No news meant “no news” ! And was in no way, in Damian’s eyes, a positive thing ! 

It’s as Damian was going on and on about what could’ve gone wrong that could explain the lack of news, and starting to freak everyone out, that the phone finally rang. 

“Ah, see ? No news did mean good news.” 

Jason said ruffling his little brother’s hair. Although his apparent confidence was only a facade, because Damian’s list of “what could’ve gone wrong” really got to him too (he’d never admit it but Jason was quite the worry wart). 

But everything was fine now. He could joke, and tease his brother again. Because...

It was official, there was a new member in the family. 

Thomas Clark Wayne was born, on a sunny July day. 

************

Damian didn’t know how to feel. Or rather, didn’t know what he felt.

He knew that day was going to happen, he saw his mother’s belly grow. He touched it, and couldn’t help but share his parents happiness...but it all seemed so surreal at the time ?

Like the baby would come in a very long time ?

He wasn’t an idiot. Plus, he was already 12 now. He most definitely knew where babies came from (ew) and how they came to life (double ew). 

But even with this knowledge, he just hadn’t been able to visualize having a baby brother ? 

So when he found himself in the hospital corridors, following after his older siblings, running a little to keep up with their hurried pace, he wasn’t really sure what to feel.

What would he find in that room ?

Probably his mom and father, smiling at him, and holding a baby in their arms...

It was weird. Because Damian had always been the “baby” of the family. Was this spot now his brother’s ? How did that make him feel ?  What was his place now, then ?

He didn’t know. He didn’t know !

Did he still have a place ? How was he suppose to know what it was ? 

So many thoughts were rushing through his head, he didn’t have time to process any of them that they already were in the room. 

The first thing Damian saw wasn’t the newborn, as his brothers gathered quickly around his mom and father while he stayed a bit behind with Cass (who rolled her eyes a lot, whispering : “boys” every two seconds). 

No. The first thing Damian saw was his father. His smiling father. 

Given the looks his older brothers gave in his direction, Damian gathered that Thomas was in their fathers’ arms. And Bruce was smiling so widely. 

It was pretty rare, to see him smile. It only happened when he was with his family. You made him smile a lot, even more so when you both thought nobody was looking at you. 

Damian thought that it was the first time he saw this specific smile of his father. 

Thomas’ existence had created a new awe induced smile... 

Bruce was looking down at his tiny son in his arms, and was just smiling widely and...sort of like a child ? 

Like even when he smiled to his wife, or to his kids. Those actual genuine smile he gave them, not the fake "Brucie Wayne" persona ones. They were always very him ? They always had his past in it. When he smiled at them, they could see they meant a lot, because he was able to smile even through all his pain. And they were the one that brought his happiness forth. 

Bruce’s smiles to his family were grateful, full of pure joy, and recognition. With a hint of sadness, however. Of traumas he could never forget. 

But here, as he held Thomas, it was like he forgot everything, and was carefree for the first time since he was eight. 

Of course, it only appeared like that to Damian because he wasn’t quite sure yet about how he should feel. Happy, or jealous ? He never noticed the many times his father gave him that exact pure child like happiness and awe too. 

Bruce wasn’t always the best at showing his feelings, a lot of time, he would smile softly, full of love, in the way he was right now, only when he was sure no one was looking. 

He most definitely smiled that way to all his children, they just never had the chance to witness it due to Bruce’s own self-consciousness, and not being sure  how to handle his own feelings at times.

In that way, Damian and his father were very much alike. You often said so. They sometimes had great trouble expressing themselves. 

Which could cause great misunderstanding, like right now. 

As Damian witnessed his father smile this way for the first time ever, and wondered...

Wondered if..If Talia gave him to Bruce as a baby, would he have smiled the same way ? 

…Probably not.

It made Damian feel all sort of things, to realize that. 

Strangely, the emotions he felt weren’t negative. On the contrary, he was glad that his little brother was lucky enough to be born into this family he thought amazing, and would grow up immediately loved and never alone. 

Sure, Damian wished it would’ve been the case for him too. But you told him once that the past was the past, and it did no good to dwell on it (he was pretty sure you misquoted Dumbledore from Harry Potter but never said anything), and it really stuck with him. 

He would never be a baby anymore, hurting himself and his feelings thinking about what could’ve been was useless. It would only bring him misery. While thinking...Thinking about his new brother having this chance...Well, it made him very happy. 

He was glad, times were changing. 

“Do you want to hold him ?” 

You asked him, taking him out of his reveries about how he realized he only had positive feelings about this new life coming into his. 

Good feelings yet, but not enough to dare hold him. Panicked, he took a few steps back and said : 

“No ! No no, I’m good !” 

You tried to hide your disappointment, and instead gave the boy to your oldest son, Dick. You kinda wished Damian would’ve accepted to take Thomas into his arms. After all, his reaction was the one that worried you the most... 

************

It’s only as he witnessed all his sibling holding their new brother, and beaming brightly at him, that he felt like he wanted to do that too. 

He felt like he was missing out, because they all seemed to thoroughly enjoy holding Thomas ! And he felt like he was building unnecessary boundaries between him and his new baby brother. 

What if Thomas thought he didn’t want to be his brother ? 

Of course, right now, being only a few hours old, Thomas couldn’t think about that yet. But Damian read somewhere that infants could feel this sort of things. And so he turned to Tim, who was the one holding the baby boy at the moment, and said : 

“Can I-...Can I ?” 

Of course, Tim understood, and did not hesitate to put his little brother in his other little brother’s arms. He explained quickly to Damian how to hold him, making sure Thomas’ head was all good, and let go (later, he’d admit that he watched YouTube video to know the proper way to hold a baby). 

And the rest was history. 

“I’m-I’m a big brother.” 

************

“Friday, October 16th 20??,  Thomas : 4 months old. 

       I found books about babies. Many of them. 36 to be exact. They were in the library, I suspect father bought them to read up on how to take care of a baby. After all, he never had one, since we all arrived around 8/10. 

       I put in practice what I got from them, and was very successful doing so. Thanks to them, I was able to refine my studies on what it truly means to be a big brother. 

(...)” 

“Damian ?” 

Bruce was looking for you, and guessed you were in your office, which, just like the bedroom you shared with him, was right next to the nursery. Of course. 

He knew you must’ve been there at this time of the day because it was your “writing time”, but also Thomas’ “nap time”. In your office, you could make sure to be there for him quickly. 

Bruce had just come home and as usual, looked for you immediately. He had a tough day at Wayne Enterprise, and you always were his respite. 

But as he walked in front of Thomas’ room (where he was planning on going after seeing you), he was stopped in his track by the door being open, and quite an odd vision. 

Damian was standing next to his brother’s crib, an arm reaching out in it. As Bruce, intrigued, approached them, he noticed that one of Thomas’ tiny hand was wrapped around one of Damian’s finger. 

Before he could ask what was happening, his boy whispered, as to not wake his little brother up : 

“I read somewhere that babies need physical contact so their brain can develop well. A baby that nobody ever touches just doesn’t speak much, and isn’t as advanced as one who received affection. So I’m holding his hand.” 

Bruce’s brain went blank, as he looked at the extremely cute scene of his youngest son sleeping peacefully, holding his older brother’s hand. It was too much for his heart, trying to not sound choked up, he asked : 

“How long have you been here ?” 

Damian looked up, thinking, before he answered : 

“A couple of hours ?” 

“A couple of-That long ?!” 

“Ssssshhh. Father !” 

Damian whispered scolding his dad for his loudness. He gave a worried look to Thomas, afraid he woke up, and then turned to his father again saying : 

“I heard him cry, and recognized it as being his lonely cry. So I came. Mother fell asleep on her desk, I think she was just too tired to even realize he was crying. I know neither of you have been sleeping very well lately, so no one can blame her. You two work tough jobs, then do the vigilante thing, and have to take care of a baby who doesn’t sleep through the night yet. It’s understandable, to feel very sleepy. So I came.” 

Bruce felt it through his entire body. This warm, fuzzy feeling. The same one that he forgot for so many years, until you and Dick came into his life. 

“How did you hear him ?” 

“I rigged his baby phone to my phone, so it would give me alerts if he cries. Tim helped me develop a sort of app for that.” 

This specific feeling he only felt when looking at you or his children. A sort of serenity filling his entire body. Peace.

“I rocked him a little bit. He smiled at me a lot, and cooed too. And then he felt back asleep, but as soon as I put him in the crib he cried again. I figured he didn’t wanna be alone, so I stayed and held his hand, and he eventually fell back asleep. Now I’m too afraid to wake him up if I leave, so I’m here.” 

“So you’re here...” 

Pride was in Bruce’s heart now. A beaming, strong, huge pride. Pride of having such a sweet little boy. Ah. Who would’ve thought, over two years ago, that Damian Wayne would stay two hours near a baby in fear that if he left, he would wake him up ? 

Feeling inspired, Bruce bend down and kissed Damian’s forehead affectionately. This took the boy by surprised, and he literally gasped ! 

It made Bruce feel a little guilty. His sometimes odd way of loving made it so that he reserved those forehead kisses only when his kids felt bad, or when he through they were asleep (though they never were). Moments of distress; or moment he was sure they wouldn’t notice. 

Sometimes, Bruce just wasn’t too sure how to react with his children. Except on definite moments, like them needing him, or them being too cute for him to resist a forehead kiss (they were always adorable, sleeping). 

Or, in this instance, his boy doing something so sweet he felt the urge to kiss him with all the love and affection he had. 

Now though, a little embarrassed, he took a step back, and ruffled his son’s hair again, saying : 

“You’re a good brother.” 

And then he left awkwardly, going to your office so he could pick you up and go take a nap with you in your room. Yes. This surge of emotion he felt, as he saw his two youngest children together, definitely called for a nap in your arms. You always had a knack, to calm him, even unconsciously... 

Damian stayed in Thomas’ room, a huge smile plastered on his face. 

His father just said he was a good brother !

“(...) Continuation of the previous entry (October 16th).      I put in practice what I got from them, and was very successful doing so. Thanks to them, I was able to refine my studies on what it truly means to be a big brother.

      Now, after four months of studying Thomas’ behavior and such, I came to realize that he has different kind of cry. They are as proceeded :  1. High pitch continuous noise = he’s hungry.  2. When he makes a series of loud “heh” = he’s too cold, or hot, or wet. It’s his sign to express a discomfort. Usually means dirty diaper, if no dirty diaper, means something else and then you have to look for what is bothering him. Example : Yesterday, the bird outside his window chirping was annoying him and keeping him from sleeping soundly. 3. Loud screams punctuated by pauses = He’s lonely. The pauses are him listening in to see if someone is coming to get him.  4. Almost silent cries, when it’s so loud it becomes quiet = he didn’t burp properly after eating and desperately need too. A few light tap on his back will make him feel better very quickly.  5. When he whimpers, it’s usually because he has gaz. Putting him a little straighter helps him...evacuate.

        I put this directly in practice today, when I realized he was doing his “lonely cry”. I went to his rescue, and I didn’t mind staying hours with him even though he’s still a little baby and doesn’t do much. He smiled at me a lot, I think he recognized my voice. And my singing (note for self : make sure no one is around when such occurrence happen, almost got caught by father today). Then it felt like he didn’t want to let me go, so I stayed. 

      Is that what it is, to be a big brother ? Being needed ? If it is, it actually feels nice. It would certainly explain all the time Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass came to my own rescue. Wether help for my homework or to comfort me. But, I do that too, as a little brother ? I comforted them too many times. And I witnessed Jason, Tim or Cass comforting Dick and vice versa and in all ways. So, this means it’s a sibling thing, not quite a big brother thing. Need to keep studying to know what “big brother” is exactly.” 

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"Saturday, December 9th 20??. Thomas’ first Christmas/6 month old.

     I started to build his gift. I think he will like it. I-” 

“What are you doing, Damian ?” 

You asked him, walking towards him as he busied himself at the gadget station in the Batcave. You saw him jump in the air slightly, and put away a bright pink notebook quickly. 

And then he saw you had Thomas in your arms, and when Damian saw him, he hid whatever he was doing as fast as he could. 

“Mom, you’re gonna spoil the surprise !! Get Thomas away !” 

Surprised, and without thinking about it, you went to your husband who was typing away on the computer and put the baby in his arms. 

Bruce was about to grumble that he was busy and brush the both of you away (he could be a jerk sometimes), but you didn’t gave him a chance, shoving your son in his arms. And when he looked, annoyed, at his baby and how the little one seemed the happiest of them all as he just recognized his father. Bruce’s mood lifted all of a sudden. 

He smiled softly, realized he was being an asshole and was going to apologize to you but you were already gone back to Damian. Your husband and baby son exchanged a curious look, before Thomas got very interested in his father “Bat” logo and started to try to grab it, while Bruce smiled softly again and, holding his son in one arm, continued his work. 

Balancing family and night activities had been hard for him to get and do, but he had it covered, nowadays. Well. Almost. 

Meanwhile, you were back next to Damian, and with a sigh of relief, your son uncovered his project. 

It did all kind of things to your heart... 

“Damian, is that-” 

You couldn’t finish your sentence, too touched. Your son, proudly, said : 

“It’s a mobile to go above his bed ! I think he doesn’t like the one he currently has. So I’m making him one with things he’ll like ! See mom, that’s you. Do you recognize yourself ?”

Damian seemed worried about this, and you nodded. It definitely looked like you. So. Your son wasn’t just good at drawing, but also at sculpting... 

“It’s for Christmas.” 

He said, smile wide. And as you grabbed him and crushed him against your chest, he got a little confused... 

"Saturday, December 25th 20??. Thomas’ first Christmas/6 month old.

*There’s here a drawing of Thomas beaming at his mobile above his bed that Damian build for him*

       I knew my present would be Thomas’ favorite. After all, it represents everything he likes. I put everyone from our family (Father, mom, Alfred, Dick, Tim, Cass, Jason, and of course, me), and a few of his favorite animals (I used Ace and Titus for the dogs, Tommy is very fond of them). And it makes music, which he seems to enjoy a lot. Especially when our mom, dad or anyone from the family sings to him. I recorded all of them secretly when they sang to him, and made it so he just has to push a button on the side of his crib to turn the mobile on.

       I wasn’t even worried that he wouldn’t understand how to make it work. He’s only six months old, but he’s already very smart and curious (I think the physical contact  we all gave him is a lot to “blame” for). So when I put the mobile above his bed, and pushed the button to start the voice of our mother, he moved his little arms and legs excitedly and smiled at the mobile widely ! I only had to push the button a few times more, and for our father, Dick, and Jason’s voice to be on for him to notice the button, and to push it himself. Or rather, to kick it or throw himself on it as best he could. He is still not that coordinate when it comes to movements. But he’s smart. He understood that, to have the music, he had to push the button.

         He didn’t pay attention to all his other gifts, but mine he loved. It’s because I made it with everything he likes. So of course, he loves it. Is that what it is, to be a big brother ? To know your little sibling and be the best at giving him a gift ? No. That doesn’t sound right. Tim, or Jason, already gave me absolutely useless terrible gift, and yet it still made me happy to receive them, and that they thought about me. Mmm. The researches are still on.”

************

“Thursday, March 7th 20??. Thomas : One year and a half.

      Father and mom entrusted me with babysitting Thomas today, as everyone was busy. I was very happy to be trusted with such responsibilities. I thought it would be easy, at that age, they're easily manipulated. Well...I was wrong"

************

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOO.” 

Thomas was screaming, while Damian was trying to be heard : 

“Thomas, listen, you need to put your pants on or-”

“NOOOOO !! NO DAMDAM NOOOOO !!”

“No”, was one of the first word Thomas pronounced. Right after “mama” and “dada” (the jury was still out on which words he said first, and was source of endless bickering between you and your husband). 

Then he started to try and pronounce his siblings’ name, although he wasn’t quite there yet. Damian being the youngest and still at home (Dick and Jason had their own apartment by now, and Cass and Tim were starting to be very busy with college), he was able to sort of say his name first. 

“Damdam”. Close enough. 

But right now, Damdam really wasn’t having a good time. 

It started rather smoothly. Thomas was a pretty calm child, so Damian (wrongly) thought it would be all good all day.

Only, it was the first time he was taking care of his brothers for so long. A couple of hours there and there. He made sure to be with him at least once a day, for at least two hours. Most of the time, it was more. 

They really started to be very close, sometimes, Thomas would choose Damian over you or Bruce...it vexed the both of you, but you had to put yourself in the shoes of your young son. 

Damian only had the good times with him. Playtime, and bed time stories, and such. While you and Bruce had to be strict with him sometimes, and give him boundaries (like no jumping on his bed, or no pulling the dogs’ tails). 

Bruce once mentioned that Thomas most certainly inherited your petty side, given the fact he always went to Damian when you scolded him. But when you smacked him on the head, vexed, he said he was joking (although we all know he wasn’t). 

In any way, Damian, in that year and a half, only had the good times with his brother. And today, as he had to take care of him all day long, he realized that...it wasn’t always that easy. 

Proof : the morning had gone well, but now, it was over, and it was time to put some close on. Problem : Thomas didn’t seem very keen on putting pants, today. 

It started slowly, as if it was a game. 

Thomas ran around the room, laughing, repeating : “no ‘an’ !” (which probably meant “no pants”). Up until Damian tried to take his father’s strict tone and said : 

“Ok Thomas, enough now, you need to put your pants on.” 

Well. That didn’t play well in Thomas’ book. Frowning, he said : 

“No.” 

“Yes, Tommy. It’s day time, you need to put pants on.” 

“No.” 

“Yes. Come on, I’ll help you.” 

“NO !” 

Thomas ran away from Damian’s grasp, and your son was so surprised that he wasn’t able to catch him right away. He caught up to him though as Thomas was climbing a couch, sure that he’d be out of reach at its top (probably not understanding that Damian wasn’t as small as him...). 

Once on the top of it, he sad down and put his hands in front of his eyes, clearly thinking he was hidden, now. 

“I can see you Thomas.”

“No.” 

“Stop saying no, I can see you.” 

“No.” 

“Come on Thomas, I’m not playing anymore, I can see you, and you need to put some pants on.” 

“Noooooooooooooooo.” 

“Tho-” 

“NooOOooOOoOOoOOoOoo noooooooo.” 

“Thoma-”

“NoooOOoOOoo no no no no no no no !!!!” 

Damian realized trying to talk it out wouldn’t work. His brother was probably too young to be reasoned with. Quickly,he scratched his head to find a solution. 

Maybe making him laugh again ? Like Dick did with him at first. 

It felt like such a long time ago, but there was a time when Damian was a really big brat. He still was, sometimes, he wasn’t perfect of course. But he improved a lot. 

Regardless, one of the way Dick would make him stop being bratty, was making absolutely awful jokes and trying to make him laugh by doing stupid things. Ok. Here we go then : 

“Hey hey Thomas look, look !” 

“No no no no...No ?” 

Ok. Good point. Thomas was now watching Damian doing backflips and running around. Beaming, the little boy smiled widely and clapped his hands. 

YES ! Damian most definitely won. He stopped doing his acrobatics and turned to his little brother, saying : 

“Ok, time for pants now.” 

But Thomas frowned again, as if vexed he fell for the show, and gave Damian a definitive : 

“No.” 

Well. That was a fail. What did Jason do again, to stop one of Damian’s own tantrum ? Oh. Right. Um. That probably wouldn’t be a good method with such a young kid. Skipping that one. 

Tim ? Tim would talk to him about his favorite things. Video games, or whatever. And blackmailing him a lot (as a good big brother). Damian wasn’t too into blackmailing, but he was kinda running out of ideas. 

This was the first time Thomas was being difficult with him, it was too new, he needed more data to know exactly how to react ! 

So, blackmail it would be. 

“If you put your pants on, we’ll watch your favorite movie !” 

This seemed to peak Thomas’ interest. He looked at the Tv, then at his pants. Then at the TV again and...oh...Ooooh...Damn it ! Damian could see he almost got him. But it didn’t work, his brother shook his head “no” so strongly he almost fell of the couch. 

Ok. What were the options left ? What did Cass do ? Mmm. She would hug him and tell him things would be alright. Which worked for him, given his past, but Thomas was a little over one and had a normal happy childhood so far ! 

They couldn’t relate to their past, like Cass and him did. 

Ok. What would his mom do ? Well, with his mom, Damian had the intimate feeling that Thomas would’ve put on his pants without a word. He knew she wasn’t joking around. He’d never pull this sort of things with her. 

He would though, pull that with his father. And what would Bruce do ? Either let it go, or, if he was in a bad mood, be very strict and force him to put his pants on. Nobody said his father was perfect...His mother, neither. She could be implacable in her way of educating her son. 

Thomas was a calm boy, and was of course allowed to have tantrums. Their mother was mostly understanding. But if she was tired, she’d be less patient...It wasn’t always easy, raising kids. And the gods knew the Waynes had a LOT on their plates, at times.

MMm. Damian didn’t want to force him to do anything, or to lose his patience. 

And then it hit him. The solution was right in front of his eyes. Of course. It was so simple ! 

"(...) Continuation of last entry (March 7th) 

         New observation after today’s babysitting : toddlers sometimes focus on one thing so much they don't know how to react, and therefor, explodes with feelings 

        I found that my siblings tricks to calm me down would not work on Thomas, because he isn’t me. We don’t have the same personality, or background. I never even noticed before, how Dick, for example, used different methods to comfort all of us. Adaptability is key. Like how father gives us all different trainings, according to our own needs. Little brothers are the same. When mad, they need to be calmed in different ways. Thomas is such a calm kid and has so few tantrum, I feel comfortable doing what I did. 

       Which brings me to my next point. Being an older brother sometimes mean being the bigger person. Giving up, and letting them do what they want. I never realized how many things Tim, Dick, Jason or Cass gave up for me. But it now becomes very apparent to me. They switched things around in their lives to be convenient for me. Like, Tim used to love playing video games on his own, yet he let me come and play with him even as he doesn’t like multiplayer modes. Jason is afraid of snakes yet took me to Gotham terrarium where there’s one of the largest concentration of snakes in the US when I asked him. Dick gave up on ever taking many hoodies I stole from him back. Etc etc. 

         Being a big brother means being the bigger person sometimes, and letting the small one have their ways. Dick, Jason, Cass and Tim did it all the time with me, and it’s my turn to do it with Thomas. Unlike our parents, I don’t need to be the “police officer” of the house. I can have only the good times, and when appropriate, just let go. 

       Today was the first tantrum I witnessed Thomas having, and I decided to let it go. After than, it went all smooth. And honestly, he’s just a bit over one. It’s ok, if he doesn’t wear pants...” 

************

Their parents found them both asleep in front of Thomas’ favorite movie. 

They were still both in their pyjamas. 

“No pants” day became a thing, for the two brothers. 

**********

“Wednesday, April 19th 20??. Thomas : 3 years old.

        Today, I learned a new lesson. I kind of already knew it before, by observing Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass. But it only became obvious to me today :  A big brother is here to help his little sibling walk his own path. And discover the world.” 

Damian was looking at his baby brother toughtfully. Mmm. Seemed like the kid liked animals too. Maybe they could bond further over this ?

Your boy remembered that that's how his own siblings handled him. They found common ground on which they could understand each others.

With Dick, Damian learned how to perfect his flips and other acrobatics. They enjoyed the creativity and yet physical training of this “game”. 

With Jason, he used to spew all his frustration at him, and Jason would nod and say things like : “that’s right little bird, you tell ‘em !” and just agree with him on everything, even when he was wrong. They could particularly agree on how sometimes, Bruce could be a jerk...And yet wouldn’t wish for any other father. 

With Cass, they’d do artistic things. Drawing, or dancing. Sometimes sitting in silence for hours, back to back, while they painted. It was nice. Relaxing. 

With Tim...Well, Tim was a big advocate of this definition of sibling, that he made up himself : “The only people who will pick on you for their own entertainment, and beat up anyone else who tries.” So they’d bicker a lot, but then if anyone else was trying to rile Damian up, Tim would appear out of nowhere to give them a piece of his mind.

Yes. Yes. As Damian was observing little Thomas hug and smile at his stuffed animals, and thought that this could be quite the approach. 

After all, he really loved animals too.

"'Ook Damdam, ook ! SIMBA !"

Damian had become an expert in his brother's baby talk, and knew this meant : "Look Damian, Look ! A lion"

"No Thomas, not a Simba, a lion. Not all lions are called Simba, just like in the film."

Patience was key. Damian was pretty sure he already told Thomas that exact same thing a hundred time, but for some reasons, the boy stayed stuck on his Disney knowledge. 

But today, something different happened. Things clicked in the boy’s head.

Thomas looked at his stuffed animal for a while, and then asked : 

"…Nala ? Girl ?"

"…Wether it's a boy or a girl, their names aren't simba or nala, they're lions. And lionness. Simba and Nala are characters in a movie."

The boy looked at his  brother, confused, then looked back at his plushy lion and asked, to make sure :

"…Not Simba ?"

"Lion."

"…'ion ?"

"Yes."

"That, not Nemo ?"

OH ! They were making progress ! So far, Thomas didn’t really listen to Damian when he tried to teach him animal names, and just gave them names of Disney characters ! 

Now, he was pointing at his stuffed clown fish, asking wether he was a “Nemo” or not ! PROGRESS ! 

Damian smiled internally. Thinking it was cute, you and Bruce never did much to correct your son, which Damian found frustrating. But here they were, him finally gaining grounds !

“Right, not Nemo. Clown fish.” 

“On fish.”

“Clown. CL-OWN”.

“O-N.” 

“K-K. LL. AON. Repeat after me Thomas, Clown.” 

“...Cl...cl...clnown ?” 

“Clown.” 

“CLOWN !” 

“YES !”

“CLOWN FISH !” 

Thomas said proudly, showing his plushy. And Damian felt a rush of pride.Yes. That was it. Clown fish. He learned a new thing. And...And he probably wouldn’t have learned it yet if it wasn’t for him ? 

Oh. So a big brother also kinda had the role of a teacher. Interesting. 

And as Thomas ran to his father and screamed “CLOWN FISH” at him, Damian couldn’t help but being proud of him. Even though their father was clearly confused, as the little boy now was running to Alfred to show him he knew what a clown fish was, and didn't give further explanations to Bruce. 

“Clown fish ?”

The big scary bat repeated, utterly confused. By a three years old. What was it again ? Best detective in the world ?

************

“GWAYSON !” 

“No Thomas, no, I’m Dick, not Grayson !” 

“...Dick ?” 

“Yes ! Damian, stop teaching him that my name is Grayson ! Ugh. I swear, he hangs out wayyyyy too much with you. I need to spend more time here...” 

Damian grinned slyly, and Dick rolled his eyes. Thomas was growing up fast, and it made sense that he sometimes seemed closer to Damian, whom he saw the most. 

Dick and Jason had their own place, and both Cass and Tim were busy with college. Damian was still in high school, and a lot home. 

Although they weren’t seeing each others as much as he wished, the youngest Wayne and the oldest one still were extremely close. 

In fact, Thomas was very close to all his siblings. They almost were all like second (or third, or fourth) father, and mother. They were so much older than him, of course they’d have this sort of status at time. 

Their parents would take a lot care of him, and he was also very much a “daddy’s and momma’s boy” (like all his siblings really, though they’d never admit it). 

But Thomas did spend a lot of time with Damian, and wether it was on purpose or not, he took a lot after his mannerism and such...just like Damian used to copy his older sibling mannerism, and so on and so forth. 

“Gwayson” though, he could avoid. 

Dick rolled his eyes again, and smirked at Damian, before returning to play with Thomas. 

************

“Thursday, July 23rd 20??, Thomas : 4 years old. 

       Today, father and mom told me I was to take a night off and not to go on patrol. And that was a very big inconvenience. I had things planned, to prove my valor. I was about to sneak out anyway when (...)” 

Damian, his costume on, made sure his parents were busy before starting to come in action. 

First, he had to wait for his father to go on patrol, and join his other siblings out. And for his mom to get in front of the Batcomputer to monitor everything. 

Then, he had to wait for Alfred to put Thomas to bed, and to go himself sleep, the baby phone near him, just in case, even though Thomas was already 4 now and had full nights. The butler would never just leave him like that, even if his room wasn’t too far. 

Finally, he'd just have to sneak out by...

“DAMDAM !” 

Damian jumped in the air, surprised, and turned around. 

His little brother was right there, in front of him, smiling widely. 

“Thomas ? How did you get here ?” 

“I jumped out of bed, and walked.” 

Thomas said the most natural way ever, as if it was obvious how he got there, while it was almost 1 am and was supposed to be in bed. 

“It’s way past your bed time buddy.” 

“I can’t sleep. Mama and daddy awe not hewe. Cassie and Tim either. Alfwed is sleeping !” 

“Well you should be sleeping too !”

“But I can’t ! I just told you !” 

There was a short silence between the two, and...Oh. Oh he dared. 

Thomas was giving his older brother his world famous “puppy eyes” (a method he directly stole from Damian, of course). And as usual, it worked. 

Damian took his mask off, sighed and said : 

“You want a bed time story ?”

“YES !” 

And without invitation, the boy jumped on his brother’s bed, slipped under the covers, and waited patiently for Damian to go fetch the book they were currently reading. 

“(...) Continuing last entry, (July 23rd)

       And then Thomas fell asleep in my lap, and I realized something. I guess it was good, to have a night off. If I went out, I would’ve never made this important discovery : Tonight, I have learned that to be with the ones I love is enough. And that I do not need to chase after anything else to be happy. 

     It’s a discovery I thought I made long ago, but as I felt more big brother than ever after reading him a story, it truly hit me. Being me, and being with them...It’s enough. I don’t need to have more. And maybe, maybe being a big brother means to simply be there when you feel lonely ? Like Thomas, tonight, as our parents were away, and none of our other siblings were there. Like me too, when I had nightmares and went to hide in Cass, Dick, Jason, or Tim’s bed...whoever was available when mom and dad weren’t. 

       Mom and dad. They do their best. And their best makes them the best parents anyone could wish for. But they have a lot to do, wether in the day or at night. So sometimes, it comes to me. Or to my older siblings, to take care of each others. To take care of Thomas. We have to be there for each others, always. Being a big brother means taking the time to be there. Simple.”

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“Look Damian, it’s a freakin’ elephant !!”

“Um, what did you say ?”

“It’s a freakin’ elephant !!”

Damian looked around at the disapproving looks he got, and couldn’t care less. Of course, he wasn’t particularly thrilled about his little brother using “freaking” but oh well. It was to be expected, when everyone around him used it (and in some cased *cough* Jason and you *cough* used even worst). 

But as Damian came towards his little brother, he realized something. Something that made him burst out laughing. 

Thomas was starting to read on his own now. 

It was exciting, to witness Thomas’ progress as he slowly but surely learned how to read. And it felt so nice, to participate in said progress. To be there every steps of the way. 

Damian shared the pride Thomas felt whenever he showed his parents how well he’d gotten at reading.

And it was so nice, to see his mom and dad congratulates both of them…Thom because he really started to read well, and Damian for helping him out.

Far were the frustrating days when Thomas was a stubborn toddler that refused to call animals by their “actual names”. 

Damian spend many hours trying to explain to his younger brother that no, mice weren’t called “Mickey” and elephants “Dumbo” ! 

Nowadays, the little boy knew what the animals’ name actually were. Which didn’t mean no incident ever happened…Like today.

It was Thomas’ sixth birthday and he asked to go to the zoo (Damian definitely had an impact on that boy).

“Look Damdam, it’s a freakin’ elephant !!”

The boy said excitedly, pulling his brother’s sleeve and pointing at the elephant’s massive enclosure. Damian shook his head, slightly shocked. 

Not because his brother just called him “Damdam” (it was the nickname Thomas gave him long ago, when he couldn’t pronounce things quite right, and it just stuck), but because Thomas’ words were very much unlike him. 

Their parents were a bit further, being disgustingly cute together, holding hands and all, and trusting Damian to keep an eye on Thomas (they knew he’d never let that kid out of his sight, plus Damian was almost an adult, now, he was responsible…sometimes).

“What did you say, Thomas ?”

“It’s a freakin’ elephant !”

The boy seemed so proud of himself. Damian knew elephants were some of his brother’s favorite animal, but he just couldn’t get over the fact that his precious little brother just used the word “freaking”, even if it really wasn’t a bad one. 

That’s when Damian noticed it. The plaque giving informations about which kind of elephant it was. …His laughter resonated in the entire zoo. Both you and Bruce went to see what happened, and were face by a son shaking with laughter, and another little one that seemed very confused. When you asked what happened, Damian barely manage to say, pointing at the enclosure next to you :

“It’s a freakin’ elephant !”

And there, there came the laughter. 

Yes. Yes it was an “freakin’ elephant”…Or, for those who weren’t as new at reading as Thomas was, an “African elephant. 

Damian later shared what just happened with his older siblings, and they in turn gave him many occurrences of him being naive or such sometimes. 

Like that time Jason made him believe that the hays in fields covered with white plastics were marshmallows’ fields...But instead of being vexed, Damian laughed with them. 

Because that was what being a little sibling meant. And being the older one meant to see the evolution the small one went through, witness it all, and help out. Be there. 

Finally. Finally Damian felt like he truly understood, what it was to be a big brother ? 

**********

“Saturday, July 12th 20??, Thomas : 6 years old. 

          It took me six years, but I think I know now. After countless study and experiment. After spending hours and hours with Thomas. I think I know what it means to be a big brother. 

         First I had to understand what being a sibling meant. And that was easy. I had good model. Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass. They’re the best older siblings you can wish for (after me, of course). They helped me understand so much...Thanks to them, I finally got what it was, to be a sibling. And here it is : 

        Being siblings means our bond is stronger than any outside force, and we always have someone to lean on. It means late night pillow talks, awkward phone conversations, and insane laughter. It means calling each others over for no reason other than to sit in silence or talk for hours about nothing. One minute I'll be talking to one of my brother about Harry Potter, and the next I'll be talking to my sister about the newest music we're listening to. 

        But being an older brother...Being an older brother goes beyond just that. When you’re the youngest, sure you’re there for them, and you help out. But most of the time, you’re the one being helped, and having the most support. While still having fun ? 

        Being an older brother, it's keeping that balance between letting out my inner child (which I didn’t even know I had for the longest time, and was let out thanks to my older siblings at first) but still looking out for my little brother.

       Basically, it means having a free therapist and the greatest confidante you could ask for. I went to my older brothers and sister many times, in time of need. And Thomas comes to me often, too. When it’s things we can’t tell our parents, you know ? 

        Being an older brother means being there for your little one through thick and thin. There were many times I had to stand up for Thomas even when it was difficult, whether it was to our parents or someone else. And there were even more times when Dick, Jason, Tim or Cass stood up for me. 

        But it also means being a little strict at times. I came to realize that when Dick told me to do something, or Tim, or any of them...It came more from the fact they wanted me to not get into trouble than anything else, and that...That I realized with Thomas. Sometimes, you have to tell your little sibling what to do. But some other times, it’s totally ok to let go. 

        Being a big brother means loving and supporting your little sibling no matter who or what they choose to be or do. That’s what my brothers and sister showed me, and my parents too. And that’s what I discovered with my own little brother. So what if we didn’t have all the same interest ?

        Being a big brother means celebrating individuality and being proud of the fact that your little brother/sister is a part of your family. I’m glad we’re all different, with my siblings. And I’ll never make Thomas feel bad for that. It’s good, that he’s the calmest out of all of us, and had a different kind of life.

        Maybe being an older brother means that occasionally, I take advantage of the fact I can tell Thomas what to do (and how easily he listens to me), but...I am his biggest fan. If he falls, I will always pick him back up (right after finishing laughing, like Jason would say). 

        Yes. It took me six years, but I think I finally know what being a big brother means. I’m glad, because this is the last page of this logbook. 

        One day, I think I’ll give it to you, Thomas. Just in case. If you’re going through a tough time, or you’re not sure of who you really are. To remind yourself I went through the same thing. 

        To remind yourself I had to write, for six years, certain important interactions I had with you so I would understand a simple concept such as “being a big brother”.

        And that Dick did too. It wasn’t easy for him to go from a circus life with his parents to Wayne Manor with mom and dad, who were both rather young at the time, and inexperienced. 

         Jason came from the street, rejected by everyone. Do you think it was easy for him to acclimate to a life where he could finally be at peace ? Nope. And then, when he died and came back ? Ask him, and you’ll know. 

         Cass came a long way. Now, she speaks a lot, especially to you. But she used to be “mute”. And had a hard life. You should ask her, sometimes. 

         Tim struggled with being ignored all his life, and then he came in and suddenly had siblings, and “real” parents. Then I came along and fucked things up a bit (don’t swear)...but he came through, understanding what a big brother was supposed to be. 

         We all came through. Mainly because we had each others. So please Thomas, if you ever feel down, just come to me. Or to them. To us. We’re your older siblings, and that what it means. 

          I’m here for you. We’re here for you. Forever.”

The end 

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So, y’all know I was very nervous about posting this. I hope it wasn’t a total fail and you enjoyed reading it ? Thank you for reading, and as usual, if you liked it and all, comments and reblogs are always more than welcomed :). Here we go. See you next time with another story. Now, I’m going to go hide in a whole out of fear that you guys will hate this and how different it might be from other stories (as it’s mainly Damian/Thomas centric). 

For those who do not know who Thomas is and are curious, here are the stories from my main Batmom timeline in which he appears : The Great Mall adventure, Master of Diaper, Shaky steps and bad teaching, Polichinelle, “Go away, you’re confusing my baby”, How do you make babies ?, Wild Child 2, “We want them back” and After Batmom’s death

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Beautiful in White

Summary: The engaged couple, Damian and Raven couldn’t wait to get married and had started planning their wedding. But it wasn’t as easy as fighting crime and saving the world as they thought it would be. So, they had help from their family and friends.

@damirae-week this is my Damirae wedding for May 15th. 

A/N: Hello everyone, sorry if it took me so long to do this. But i managed to finish it! I hope everyone like my fanfic. And it will be on Ao3 also. I’ll make more Damirae fanfic in the future after making this. 

Damian woke up with the sun shining in his room and he looked over at his other side, seeing his sleeping fiancée besides him. He smiled gently and put her hair out of the way to see her beautiful face. He kissed her on the forehead before getting out of the bed.

They were alone in the Wayne Manor and his father had trusted him to be responsible while he is away. Damian took this chance to take Raven to the manor in spending time together. Alone. He was in the kitchen making some breakfast with Titus eating his food on the floor. He pet him softly as he licked his hand.

Damian walked back to his bedroom and saw his fiancée was reading a book. He smiled and walked inside with a tray and some roses in a little vase. “Oh, how sweet of you.” Raven chuckled as she gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Anything for my beautiful bride.” Damian smiled, sitting beside her, and watched her eating her breakfast he had made just for her. He saw that she was continuing with the bridesmaid dress planning with Genevieve. She has been sending her some of the photos she had taken.

“So, while we are here, what are we going to do?” Raven asked.

“Just to be us today. No one to interrupt us. No one to bother us. Just you and me.” Damian replied and kissed her on the head with her chuckling in amusement and fed him some pancakes.

“Sounds great.” Raven smiled lovingly at her fiancé. God, how much she loved that word. She looked at her ring and thought back of her surprise proposal. It was everything she ever wanted. She thought no one could ever love her just the way she is. And she does love Damian the way he is. Sure, he was rude and closed up before, he had grown to be a person and grew to love and care for everyone. She was glad she met him. She was blessed to have him in her life.

Damian took a bite of her pancake and Raven glared at him playfully. She grinned and put some cream on his face. Damian chuckled in amusement and licked the cream on his face. They both spent the morning in the Manor, they walked in Gotham park with Damian playing fetch with Titus while Raven meditates and, in the afternoon, they went back to the Manor to get their wedding plans started before getting back to the Titans Tower.

Raven was looking at the magazines of wedding dresses and was trying to figure out what kind of style she most love. She cannot choose when there’s plenty of wedding dresses! There’s millions. She looked over at Damian who was cooking some lunch for themselves. “You think, Kori would help me with choosing a wedding dress? Or even Lois?” Raven asked.

Damian looked over at his fiancée who was looking through a handful of wedding magazines. He could see she is clearly having a hard time to choose one dress for their special day. “I think you could ask them for help. For inspiration. I mean, we don’t have until next year. We still need to do our missions and I need to finish my school. I’m graduating soon.” Damian replied.

“Perhaps, I should call Lois and Clark beforehand.” Raven said as she put aside the magazines with Damian bringing their lunch on the table.

“And I need Grayson to get off of my back for once, he was nagging me about getting a tux for the wedding.” Damian said, taking a bite from the chicken with Raven smirking in amusement. She’d always thought he would look great in a tux, makes him more handsome and sexy to her liking.

“Well, you always look good in those tux. I seen you wear them all the time.” Raven smiled. “You do look, handsome and sexy in them.”

Damian blushed and choked on his coffee and wiped his mouth with a cloth and looked a Raven as his eyes widened. He was still flustered from what she had said. She was giggling and then got up from her seat to make her a tea. Damian just sat there in shock and was still processing it until he got a message from his brother. “Ugh, Grayson wants to see me again for the tenth time this week.”

“He just wants to see you, Damian. Nothing wrong with that.” Raven smiled as she sat on his lap while sipping on her tea with Damian smelling the aroma of her tea. Raven glanced at his curious look and smiled. “You want to try?”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “I’m a coffee buff. But I’ll try.” He grabbed the cup from her and sipped some tea. He hummed thoughtfully and said. “It doesn’t taste that bad.”

“See? Isn’t all that bad?” Raven grinned. Damian chuckled and gave back her cup and then got another message. He groaned in annoyance seeing all those text messages.

Hurry up, lovebird!

We need you here now. ASAP!

Bruce wants you to come here now, slowpoke. You can get it on with your fiancée after this.

Raven laughed when she saw the messages on his phone. “Go. I’ll be alright. Titus will keep me company.” Titus barked as he chewed on his chew toy and whined sadly.

“What is it, boy?” Damian asked worriedly with Raven raising her eyebrow.

“I think I know why he is like that.” Raven said. “He is just feeling lonely.”

“But he got us.” Damian pointed out with Titus putting his head on his leg while he pet him affectionately. He doesn’t know why he looked so sad for the past couple days.

“I think he wants to have a friend. Or a maybe a lover?” Raven suggested as she pet him as well. Damian now gets it and realised he and her were getting married soon. Titus was feeling alone because he doesn’t have anyone by his side.

“That may be true.” Damian said.

“I’ll take him for a walk. You go and see what Dick wants you to do.” Raven said as she planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Alright but call if you need help.” Damian called out to his fiancée as he was left alone in the kitchen. He sighed and decided to see his brother and his father, to see what they were up to. He got dressed up in his civilian clothes and tracked his brother’s phone and saw he was in a luxury shop where he can get his own tux for his wedding.

He drove there all the way on his motorcycle and parked it where Alfred was and saw his mentor was talking to him. “Oh, hey Damian, Dick called and wants me to help out in choosing the perfect tux.”

“Gen, they all look the same.” Damian pointed with Genevieve smirking. “But I would do anything for Raven to make her happy.”

“Great! Then Grandpapa offered to take all of us for dinner, right? Grandpapa?” Genevieve smiled at her grandfather.

“Yes, it is my gift for you, Master Damian.” Alfred said.

Damian was speechless and was about to say something, but he doesn’t want to let him down and smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Alfred. I do appreciate my gift.”

“Hey, hey, here comes the groom!” Dick chuckled as he messed with his hair. Damian pushed him way with a grin while Bruce came out of the store.

“Son, we have been waiting for you.” Bruce smiled with Damian smiling softly at his father and went into the store. Dick and Genevieve were looking at the new arrivals while Damian was looking at a poster of a newly wedded couple. They both looked happy and carefree. He was worried about one thing most: Parenthood.

He doesn’t know if he will be a good father. Or even capable of looking after children. Looking after Titus was easier but children? It will never be easy. He hoped he wouldn’t let Raven down. He swore to protect and love her until the end.

“Hey, you okay, kid?” Genevieve asked.

“I hope…. I won’t mess up.” Damian voiced his concerns.

“You won’t mess anything up. Raven loves you. You. She loves you for who you are. Just remember we are all here to help you.” Genevieve said to him as she smiled. After finishing teaching him, Damian viewed her as his cousin as well as Dick, since Alfred has been with the Wayne family for years. They view each other as family and cousins.

“Thanks, Gen. You give great advices. Much better than Grayson over there.” Damian smirked.

“Heh, glad to hear that. Just to let you know, during his teenage years, he was deadbeat dense about his feelings for Kori.” Genevieve smirked.

“Hey! Spilling secrets are we, now?” Dick asked with a grin.

“Oh, nothing, why don’t we find the perfect tux for Dami here?” Genevieve as she put her hands on his shoulders and push him to try a tux.

“I hate that nickname.” Damian mumbled. “And these tux look all the same!”

“Come on!” Genevieve squealed with Dick cheering on Damian to try a tux. Damian was beginning to protest against them until his father had found tux one. He gulped and was pulled by his mentor and he was dragged into the changing room.

Damian was forced to change, and he groaned in defeat, changing his clothes into his fitted tux. He got out of the dressing room and looked at himself and the tux. This isn’t so bad. Not to itchy or uncomfortable. He heard Genevieve beaming with pride behind him and he slumped down in annoyance.

“Damian, you look great in this.” Genevieve smiled with beaming pride.

“Nice! All we need is a red and blue flowers.” Dick winked as he took a photo and sent it to Luke and Kate.

“Look I do appreciate that you all are doing this, but our wedding isn’t until next year.” Damian said to his family.

“We all do know. We are just being prepared. Genevieve and Alfred had pulled some strings to get a caterer for the food while you and Rachel get prepared for a venue.” Bruce said with a soft smile.

“Thank you, Father.” Damian thanked his father with Genevieve taking a photo of father and son.

“Well, this. This will go on the album.” Genevieve grinned with Dick looking at her camera.

The whole day, the Wayne and Pennyworth family spent the whole day in the city while Raven was with Titus and the Kent’s. Clark and Lois came and visited Raven in Gotham and spent the whole day spending time together. Celebrating the occasion of her engagement with Damian. “Still can’t believe she is getting married.” Clark said in disbelief.

“Well, honey, believe it. She is in love and getting married soon.” Lois said with a smile. “Let her enjoy today.”

“You’re right, honey.” Clark agreed with a smile on his face with Raven looking at something through the window with interest.

(~)

Later that night, Damian texted Raven that he’ll be late to go to the Manor. He was glad to hear Raven wasn’t alone. She was with the Kent’s in Smallville to enjoy some quiet and peace while Jon was sending him pictures of the field with Raven getting some flowers with Lois.

Damian could see the most genuine smile from his fiancée. She was really enjoying the peace in the country. No noises, no distraction. Sounded like a perfect place to live in. But they’ll talk about how they are going to live their lives and where they are going to live.

“Hey, Damian, do you want any?” Genevieve asked him, giving him some ice-cream. “Heh, don’t worry, it is a really good ice cream. Better than the one we had few months ago.”

Damian smiled accepting the ice-cream. It was a chocolate flavoured ice-cream this time. He tasted it slowly. “Hmm, it is not that bad.”

“I’m glad.” Genevieve smiled.

“So, what are you doing now? Since you’ve finished tutoring me?” Damian asked. “I could suggest to Father that you could take a position as an assistant.”

“Hmm, well, that is a nice offer, but I would also be a baker for him. And for your wedding.” Genevieve thought as she ate her ice cream. “And by the way, Raven has told me about Titus.”

“Yes, he has been acting very depressed. She suggested he should have a companion with him. Perhaps…” Damian trailed off.

“A mate? Well, that’s cute.” Genevieve grinned. “Maybe you should look for another dog.”

“Hey, Gen, Damian, you think this cake looks good?” Dick called out to his friend and brother as he stood in front of a café. Damian looked at the big layered cake that was displayed in front of the window. It was a five layered cake with some icing on it and has some decorations around the edges.

“Wow, that is a great wedding cake. Grandpapa and I should take some references from the baker.” Genevieve said with a smile.

“How about the cake that you made for Kori? Raven liked the design you had made.” Damian suggested. He didn’t want to have a very grand and big wedding cake, neither does Raven. “I mean, sure, I would want to have a big wedding cake, but I just wanted a simple wedding cake with no ‘over the board designs’.”

“Okay, cuz, you got it.” Genevieve smiled as she nudged him on the arm affectionately.

“That’s ticked off. We got the tux and the cake down. Now Raven has to find the flowers she likes.” Dick said as he ticked off the list.

Damian looked at him weirdly with Genevieve looking at him like she is very annoyed. Damian knew they were good friends and Titans fellows from the old generation, but he does sometimes get on her nerves sometimes. “Hey, why are you so excited about this?”

“Cause, he is my brother. I am his best man! I Clark will walking Raven down the aisle and Constantine will be officiating the wedding.” Dick said as he read the list.

“Constantine agreed to do this?” Genevieve asked as she scrunched her nose and then ate the rest of her ice cream.

“Yes, he did. And I get to pick the DJ.” Dick smirked at her.

“Okay, playboy, I’ll make the most wonderful wedding cake with my grandfather. You’ll see, circus boy.” Genevieve challenged.

“Bring it, arrow girl.” Dick grinned with Damian groaning in annoyance with his father by his side seeing the two arguing. For the five time today.

“It is nice to see those two as friends again.” Bruce said with a smile.

“Yes, and to hear their bickering. It is very peaceful.” Alfred smiled as he saw his granddaughter had Master Dick in a headlock and was shouting out something while Damian was smirking at the sight.

(~)

“Raven? Rachel?” Damian called out to his fiancée in the Manor. The Wayne and Pennyworth family had arrived back from their family time. Genevieve was getting multiple texts from a certain someone.

“Hey, hey, looks who’s getting text messages all day long.” Dick teased with Genevieve glaring at him.

“Back off, it’s just Roy.” Genevieve said.

“I’m not surprised. You two are quite a pair.” Damian smirked with Genevieve groaning in annoyance and growled at Dick who smiled nervously and putting his hands up to show he didn’t tell Damian.

“W-well, it was just one date.” Genevieve blushed lightly as she looked away from the boys. They were acting like she is the older sister they get to annoy her. They were starting to annoy the hell out of her. She put her phone away until Dick managed to get it from her.

Genevieve growled and tackled him onto the ground like how they used to when they were fellow titans. Bruce sighed as well as Alfred and left them to do their own thing while Damian was recording the fight and argument until he heard barking inside.

“Damian, what did I say about Titus barking inside?” Bruce scolded.

“Father, that is not Titus.” Damian said slowly with an eyebrows raised in confusion.

Then Titus appeared with another dog and played around the room with Raven coming out of the hall. “Sorry, I just wanted this to be a surprise.” She grabbed the leash from a new dog that she had purchased for Damian. As a surprise. A wedding gift.

The fight between Dick and Genevieve had calmed down when they saw the new dog. Damian smiled and then bent down to let the dog walk towards him. Then she jumped on him with Titus jumping around excitedly. “What should we name him, beloved?”

“Well, she is my wedding gift for you. You can name her.” Raven offered to her fiancé.

Damian wondered for a few moments and then thought of an idea. An idea she might like. If that is, she agrees. “How about… Arella?”

Raven gasped softly and looked at him, then at the white dog. That was the name of her mother. She loved it. It does suit her. “Sounds perfect.” Genevieve pushed Dick down on the floor with Titus licking his face and she went to pet their new dog, Arella.

Bruce went over to Raven and gave her his gift for the wedding. He had given one to Damian already and it was a key to their honeymoon beach house. She was speechless and thought it was too much. She can’t get so much from her future father-in-law. He insisted it was a gift for her and his son.

He and Raven have been spending time together as new father-in-law and daughter-in-law. They had been getting very well as Raven spent time with Genevieve, Kate, and Barbara for the new wedding plans. Genevieve and Kori have been discussing for Raven’s new wedding dress. They have been going through a lot of designs and different shops to find new dresses.

After dinner time, Damian and Raven were having some private time in their room with their new dogs. Raven traced her finger on his naked broad chest and listened to his heart beat. Damian let her lean on his arm to rest as he looked at the ceiling of his room.

“Rachel?”

“Yes, Dami?” Raven asked.

“Who told you that?” Damian asked with a fond smile. Not that he doesn’t like it when she calls him by that ‘horrible’ nickname that Genevieve kept on calling him ever since becoming close friends and had developed a close immediate cousin relationship. He had always look up to her as a family member in the Wayne Family.

Raven chuckled with amusement softly as she got up and straddled on his lap with her caressing his cheeks and kissed him. “Gen told me you hated that nickname. But I wanted to see if you like it when I say it. So, you were saying?”

“I was wondering, you want a beach wedding? In front of our beach house?” Damian asked.

Raven hummed happily and laid her head on his chest to listen to his heart beat with a smile. “Sounds perfect, Dami. I love that.”

“Only you can call me by that nickname. And also Gen.” Damian smiled with Raven laughing softly.

A Year Later

Damian punched one thug in the face with Nightwing behind him and then kicked one thug down. Guns were heard above them and heard Red Hood aka Jason Todd was laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing Robin. Looks like someone getting laid soon!” Red Hood chuckled proudly with Nightwing grinning at his little brother.

“Oh, yeah. Big time.” Nightwing said as he finished the fight and had tied the enemy to the poles and Red Hood was checking the bag that was filled with civilians belongings. “Better get this back.”

“Yeah, you do that while I offer our little bird some advice.” Red Hood said as Nightwing and Damian glared at him. Nightwing left to give back the items to civilians knowing that Jason wanted to talk to him.

“Quit it, will you? And don’t call me that.” Robin glared at him.

“Heh, okay. Look, buddy, I’m glad that you got the girl you are marrying and, let me tell you. Girls can be scary when they are furious. And my girl, Artemis and I had ups and down, but we made it that far to be a couple. And just spend more precious moments with your girl before they are all gone.” Red Hood said patting his shoulders with the police coming towards them.

Damian stood there wondering what his adoptive brother had said. All he ever wanted is to spend the rest of his life with Raven. That is all he ever wanted. He started out as a bratty, selfish person until he met her. He had changed for her. Because of her, he had become a better person. He went into the light and made new friends and family. He wants to spend all the moments with her. To show how much he loves her.

Later that night, Damian went to the Manor with Dick taking off his mask and grinned at him, knowing what the next day will be. He was stoked for the next day to finally see his little brother becoming a man. “Well, my little brother getting married. Oh, I’m so proud.”

Damian chuckled in amusement. “Don’t get all misty eyed on me, Grayson. I know it is a big day and we all need to have a very good rest after tonight’s mission.”

“Damian is right. You getting ready for your wedding is the most important day. You prepared, son?” Bruce asked.

“Yes, I am, Father. Although, I don’t think Jason and Dick are prepared for this.” Damian said, gesturing to his other two brothers. Bruce hummed thoughtfully and saw his other two sons were all looking at some pre teenage Damian photos on Dick’s wrist comm.

“I do hope that my future daughter-in-law is doing fine. Genevieve, Kate, and Barbara are still at the Tower celebrating. Your friends Jaime, Jon, Garfield and Wally are just waiting for you.” Bruce said.

Damian nodded and went to his bedroom and saw his friends were waiting for him. They were all shouting and celebrating that he is getting married tomorrow! Garfield was getting the beer with Jaime helping him to open it. Jon gave him a gentle nudge on the arm and grinned at him. Wally was already eating the food that was on a small table with Titus eating his own food in his tray.

In the Tower, the girls were with Raven in the lounge room celebrating with Kori hugging her with tears of joy and pride, seeing her friend and sister-in-law is going to get married. Terra was looking at the song list and hummed thoughtfully. “Some of these songs are good, I assume Damian picked some of these?”

“He did want to help out.” Raven replied with a smile.

“Oh, that is so romantic.” Donna squealed. Genevieve was braiding her hair and saw Donna had gave her the song lost and she looked over her shoulder and saw over 100 songs on the list. She smiled knowing Damian can secretly be romantic to Raven. He doesn’t want to show it to the others, but she did bring out the most gentle, soft, and romantic side from Damian.

“I am so happy for the two of you.” Genevieve smiled.

“Yes, I cannot wait to go to the wedding tomorrow. But not wearing our dresses.” Barbara said. “And I am doing this for you, Raven. Only you.”

“Yeah, I never knew the kid had it in him. Finding a beautiful and confident woman like you.” Kate said with a smile.

Raven smiled gratefully at her friends. “Thanks. I am just nervous. That’s all.”

“It’s alright, to be nervous. It is perfectly normal.” Kori smiled. “You do fine, Raven.”

Raven nodded and then saw Genevieve and Kate were laughing at something on their phones. “Guys, the boys are having a massive party at the Manor, look.” Kate laughed.

Terra saw the photo of Gar as a dog and had destroyed something in the room with Bruce scolding him as Damian glared at him with Jon and Jaime laughing in the background. “Ugh, Jaime. I told him to behave as well.” Traci groaned.

“Don’t worry, they are always like this in the Tower.” Raven assured her.

“Wait, have you got the dress, Raven?” Genevieve asked.

“Yes, Kori and I went to get it all cleaned up. It’s in my room and I will be getting ready for tomorrow as we leave to the beach house for the wedding.” Raven replied with a smile as she hugged her legs to her chest.

“What’s wrong? You worried?” Barbara asked.

“To be honest, I have never felt so scared in my entire life. I am scared if I mess things up. Ended up like a disappointment to Damian. I mean, I do love him. I really do. I don’t want to fail him.” Raven replied.

“Raven, you won’t mess it up. I am sure you guys will happy after getting married. Damian loves you and only you.” Barbara smiled.

“Heck, if he does hurt you in any way. I’ll drop a boulder on him.” Tara said with a smirk. Donna and Traci giggled imagine Tara dropping a big rock on their leader.

“And Raven, whatever happens, if you need help. We all are here for you.” Kori smiled at her. Raven smiled, glad to have such great friends like them. She was grateful that Genevieve had helped her to get along with the other girls and teammates as she struggled to become a people’s person. She had also helped the Titans to become better fighters in their own way and she had made her to become a better person she is today.

“So, toast to the future Rachel Wayne!” Donna cheered with the other girls cheered and laughed cheerfully with Donna hugging Raven in a tight grip until Traci convinced her to let go of the future bride. They don’t want to have the bride to have a broken rib on her wedding day. Her fiancé will go nuts about it. Raven was holding her pillow and then looked at her Titan friends, she grinned and threw it at Tara. “Oh, it is on, Birdy.” Tara threw another pillow at Raven but missed and instead hit Donna on the head.

“Pillow Bridal Fight!” Donna shouted excitedly as she thrown the pillows at Genevieve and the other former Titan member Bumblebee who was laughing wholeheartedly. The girls had their pillow fight all night until they all fell asleep to get some rest for the big, big, day.

(~)

The next day, it was the big day for both Damian and Raven. Everyone were getting the couple ready. The Wayne Family were already at the wedding venue getting Damian ready. He was in his tux. He stood in front of the mirror, breathing in and out. Trying to compose himself. He checked if his tux is fitted right. for the twelfth time.

Then he heard a knock on his door. “W-who is it?”

“It’s just us, Damian. Me and Dick.” Genevieve answered.

“Come in.” Damian replied as he let them come in and he gasped seeing Genevieve in a purple dress with her hair in a braided bun. “Wow, Gen, you look beautiful in a dress.”

“Why thank you, cuz.” Genevieve smiled as she took a good look at him in a tux. “You all look good. Tux, check. Hair, check. Breath?”

Damian checked his breath and gagged. “Okay, that I better get that fixed.”

“Here, breath mint.” Dick offered as he came in and took a picture again. Damian got the mint while looking at him irrelatively. “What? I want this in an album. Plus, I promise I take pictures for Kori.”

“Anyways, how are you feeling?” Genevieve asked.

Damian looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly. “Nervous.”

“That is completely normal, Dami. And I think you’ll be fine.” Genevieve assured him. “As Dick and I said, we are family. We will help you if you ever do need help.”

Damian smiled gratefully at his cousin and hugged her. “Thank you. And Grayson stop taking pictures.”

Dick groaned in annoyance. “Fine. But when Raven gets on that beach. I’ll be talking a lot of pictures.”

Damian groaned with Genevieve smiling in amusement. And then got an emergency text. She got a text from Kori that Raven was having a little panic attack. “Ahh, I better get going to see how Raven is doing.”

She walked out of the room immediately after looking at the text message and went to Raven’s dressing room seeing Donna trying to calm her down while Tara was trying to soothe down her nerves. “This has been going on for a few minutes.”

“Rachel, everything is going to be fine.” Kori assured her. Raven was in her beautiful strapless white and purple ombre wedding dress. She was already a beautiful bride. And she had her long hair in a braided bun with side bangs curled on the sides.

“Rachel, everything is going to be fine, Muscles is so going to be swooned by you as soon as you walk down on that beach.” Tara smiled.

“You really think so?” Raven asked.

“Of course. He is as nervous as you. Damian will fall in love with you all over again.” Genevieve smiled. “And you look great in that dress I had made. Ooh, I’m gonna start crying.” Kate gave her a tissue for her to dry her tears away.

“It will be fine, Raven. Everything will be fine.” Kate smiled.

Then they all heard a knock and heard it was Superman, aka Clark Kent. “Is everything okay? Oh, Rachel. You absolutely look amazing. Beautiful.” Clark smiled proudly as he hugged her adoptive daughter.

“Yes, you look gorgeous in that dress, honey.” Lois came in with a smile and hugged her. “Well done Gen, I owe you one.”

“No problem.” Genevieve smiled.

“Well, after two or three months of finding the perfect dress, she had given up until you took a lot of pictures and decided to design a dress for yourself for Raven to wear on her wedding dress.” Kate said with an impressed smile.

“Yes, it is very impressive.” Kori smiled in agreement.

“Well, let’s get this wedding started, everyone.” Lois smiled as she clasped her hands together as they got the wedding started.

Downstairs, Bruce was with Damian down at the beach and greeted everyone from their seats with Jon congratulating the groom. “Well, here you are. Getting married. Marrying my adopted sister. But seriously, hurt my sister and you’ll get a fist on your face.”

“Duly noted, Jon. But you know I wouldn’t hurt her.” Damian assured him.

“I know. I just want to know how to feels to give the brother talk.” Jon replied with a smile.

Damian gave him a smile and Jaime and Gar came to his side. “Well, good luck, buddy. Today is the day.” Jaime smiled.

“Yeah, oh, if you want to look for my wedding present for you, it’s big—”

“And green. I know. I saw it. It is obvious, Garfield. And maybe we’ll like it.” Damian grinned as he patted him on the back.  

Constantine was looking the beach with Zatanna by his side. It looked like a beautiful view she was seeing. She could imagine living here nearby the beach and always have her feet wet by the ocean waves. “You want to have a vacation, here love?”

“Yes, that would be nice. Oh, I think the wedding is about to start.” Zatanna squealed as she went to her seat while taking John’s cigarette from him.

Constantine stood where Damian was waiting for Raven to come out. The beach was filled with seats and there were some stands where the put up the lights with a space where they all can eat and dance around. the stands has some blue flowers hanging with lanterns lighting up. Damian thought it was all perfect, thanks to Genevieve’s help with the decorations. Alfred had helped with the food along with his granddaughter.

The music was playing and everyone all saw the girls coming out. Barbara, Donna and Tara were in their dresses and walked down from the beach house to the beach followed by floating lanterns that Constantine had made. Garfield was smiling and winking at his girlfriend who smiled at him shyly and stood behind Donna who squealed softly. “Easy there, contain that squeal.” Tara chuckled.

“Alright.” Donna smiled as they both saw Kate coming out as well as Kori. Damian nudged Dick on the arm seeing him smiling like a lovestruck man. Luke was smirking knowing he’ll be looking forward to seeing Kori in a dress. Jason was in charge of the videos and taking photos. Everything was going smoothly and then laughs came as they saw Titus suited as a ring bearer. Damian pet Titus with a proud smile and saw Arella as a flower dog and walked towards him with a smile.

Roy was sitting with Alfred and he saw Genevieve in a dress for the first time. He had fallen in love with her all over again. She spotted him in the crowd, and he sent him a smirk. She rolled her eyes playfully before she stood behind Kate and the audience all stood up waiting for the bride.

The music started to play with the doors opening, then Raven stepped out of the beach house, immediately taking Damian’s breath away. She was so beautiful in a strapless dress with her hair braided in a bun. She was walking with Bruce and Clark on each side.

Everyone were both surprised and confused as everyone whispered. Clark was the only one who was going to walk her down the aisle but then they had Bruce to join in as well. Which was a nice touch to unite two families. Jon and Garfield were crying their hearts out seeing the most heartfelt moment.

Kate turned to Genevieve who was in shock. “Did you know this would happen?”

“Yes, did you?” Kori also asked.

“I-I…. to be honest. I didn’t expect this to happen, but let it happen. It’s a beautiful moment.” Genevieve smiled with the girls agreeing. Barbara was crying with Tara giving her the handkerchief and she blew her nose.

Bruce and Clark gave Raven away to Damian as he held on to her hand while she gave the flowers to Tara who smiled and winked at her. Clark nodded at Damian and shook his hand as well. “Look after Rachel.”

“I will, Kent.” Damian nodded.

“Please, call me Clark.” Clark smiled as he let go of Raven and sat down next to Lois.

Bruce kissed Raven on the cheek and smiled at her. “Look after Damian for me.”

“Of course, I will.” Raven smiled as she looked at Damian lovingly. Bruce smiled knowingly they just do fine and helped her up to the stairs and stared on her love’s emerald eyes. Damian looked at his father for some encouragement. His father nodded at him with a smile and sat down with Selina Kyle.

Damian took a good look at her wedding dress and looked over his cousin who gave a thumbs up with a huge grin. He shook his head in amusement and looked back at his beloved. “You do look beautiful.”

“I was right, you do look great in a tux.” Raven complimented with a smile.

“Now, now, we aren’t getting to the part of the ‘I do’s’ and the kiss of life.” Constantine chuckled at the couple. “Now, everyone please get seated and be prepared to see witness these two get hitched.”

Everyone laughed and then had started the wedding. “Now, we are gathered today to witness this lovely couple. Is there anyone who wants to object now, for that this couple shouldn’t get married?” Constantine asked as no one spoke up but only to hear Garfield and Jon crying in the background while Raven was face-palming in embarrassed but still smiled.

“Cheers then, now we move on to the vows.” Constantine smiled as he turned to the couple. Damian let Raven go first. He briefly let her hand go and watched Tara giving her a little notebook with the initials of their names.

Raven opened her notebook to the page where she had written her vows. Constantine had passed the mic to her to get started to read. “Damian, when I first met you, you were this broody, scrawny and rude. But you had grown. You’ve grown into a better person. You are now calmer, kind, and generous. I slowly started to fall for you when we had that little ride on the Ferris wheel. My feelings sparked from that day. And then you considered us, Titans, along with me as family. And it warms my heart to see how far you had come from when I first met you.” She had heard the girls crying behind her crying already.

“You had helped me to get over my loneliness and my demons. You had helped me to overcome the hard obstacles. And I thank you for that. From now on, I want to stand by your side always. And to love you more. And I promise to you that I’ll always be there for you, through thick and thin, through the good and bad. I vow to stay by your side, in sickness and in health. I am honoured to have you as my husband. I love you.” Raven teared up as she finished reciting her vows.

Damian wiped her tears away and kissed her on the back of her hand. Raven gave her notebook to Tara and handed the mic to him. Dick gave him his notes and let him recite his vows. “Raven, when I first met you, I didn’t even acknowledge you at first. When I got to that Tower, I thought having teammates were a liability, but you had proved me wrong. You had always told me that there is a world for me out there. And I’m glad you had shown me that. You had changed me for the better. And I want to keep on becoming better just for you. You helped me to care and to love. I am grateful that I had met you, Rachel.” Damian smiled at her lovingly with a smile and heard the boys in the crowd were crying. Finally seeing the softest side from Damian.

“From now on, I vow to stay by your side in sickness and in health.” Damian finished with Raven kissing the back of his hand as well with tears rolling down her eyes again. Constantine gave her a tissue and turned to the audience.

“Great, very lovely that we got the vows done. Let’s get the rings out.” Constantine smiled.

Tara gave the rings to Raven while Dick gave Damian the rings. They had exchanged the rings while listening to the ocean waves washing up to the shore.

“Great, now, Raven, do you take, Damian Wayne, as your lawful wedded husband?” Constantine asked.

“I do.” Raven smiled tearfully. She couldn’t wait to be his official wife and held his hand tightly with an excited smile.

“Now, Damian, do you take, Rachel Roth, as your lawful wedded wife?” Constantine asked the young Wayne who was staring into Raven’s purple eyes lovingly and held her hands in his.

“I do.” Damian declared with full confidence. Dick turned to see Bruce was tearing up, seeing his son getting married to the woman he does love. He turned to his oldest son and sat up straight. He glared at him as he put his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, then, this is the moment you have been waiting for.” Constantine clapped his hands. “Damian Wayne, you may kiss your bride.”

Damian pulled Raven towards him with a grin and kissed her deeply and wrapped his arms around her waist. Raven caressed his cheek and her other hand playing with his jet-black hair. Everyone cheered loudly and some cried. Jaime and Garfield were crying with Jon clapping with a smile. Lois had tears of joy like the rest of the bridesmaids. Genevieve and Kori hugged each other tightly while squealing loudly and excitedly.

“Mr Damian and Mrs Rachel Wayne, everyone!” Constantine announced with a smile, letting the couple go and walk down the aisle with everyone throwing the petals from the roses they had picked out. Damian and Raven were holding hands tightly and went inside the beach house to get the reception started.

(~)

As the night fell, everyone were drinking their hearts content. Dick and Kori were dancing on the dance floor with Jon dancing with sun glasses on to make himself look cool with Garfield dancing as well. “This never gets old.” Jaime said with Traci sitting on his lap laughing at the sight of them dancing.

“They just wanted attention I suppose.” Donna giggled.

“Oh, Chuckles is just trying to impress me with his mainly dancing moves.” Tara smirked.

Dick and Kori were slow dancing to the music until they both saw Roy and Genevieve were dancing as well. She looked very happy and content when she is with him. Both may have relationship problems but managed to stay together. “They do look happy.” Kori smiled.

“Yes, they do.” Dick smiled and he looked around to see the wedded couple. But couldn’t see them.

Down on the beach, Damian and Raven were slow dancing with sand on their feet and the water splashing onto the surface. The bride squealed as Damian carried her bridal style and twirled around. They pressed their foreheads against each other before leaning for another kiss as husband and wife.

“Is this everything you ever wanted, beloved?” Damian asked with a soft smile.

“Yes, and so much more and years to come.” Raven replied with her long hair flowing in the wind gently. He set her down with her arms wrapped around his neck and looked into his bright, beautiful, mesmerizing emerald eyes before they both leaned for another kiss underneath the moonlight.

[goldenraeofsun]

‘cause right now you're mine

set in this verse

THURSDAY, APRIL 2nd

Dean 12:01 You didn’t tell me you led Carver Prep’s quiz bowl team???

Castiel 12:15 It’s in the middle of the school day and you’re texting. What kind of example are you setting for your students?

Castiel 12:16 I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t relevant.

Dean 12:17 Haha smartass I’m having lunch in my office Youre texting me back so i see right through you And of course it’s freaking relevant

Castiel 12:20 How?

Dean 12:21 Because I got tapped to coach Edlund High's quiz bowl team this morning!

Castiel 12:21 Oh no.

Dean 12:30 Oh no is right buddy

Castiel 12:37 I thought you coached the softball team.

Dean 12:37 I can do both You’re dating a very talented man

Castiel 12:49 I know that. I just didn’t know it extended to quiz bowls and softball in addition to blow jobs and breaking and entering places to give blow jobs.

Dean 12:52 What the fuck is wrong with you I’m in school! My lunch hour is almost over I’ll have to get up from my desk very soon This is all your fault

Castiel 12:59 :)

Dean 1:00 Just for that No blow jobs for you tonight

Castiel 1:07 :(

 MONDAY, APRIL 6th

Dean 11:55 I bet I can grade more midterms than you today

Castiel 11:58 I know better than to make bets with you, Dean Winchester.

Dean 12:03 It was just a kiss I bet you’re just pissed you lost

Castiel 12:04 I can’t engage in PDA in front of my niece and one of my students at a school event!

Dean 12:04 Youre such a prude

Castiel 12:06 Unlike some teachers, I maintain boundaries between my personal and professional life.

Dean 12:07 Prude.

Castiel 12:09 Did you text me on a Monday afternoon just to harass me about my reluctance to kiss my boyfriend in front of minors?

Dean 12:11 Huh Boyfriend

Castiel 12:20 Dean?

Dean 12:21 What?

Castiel 12:22 Is everything okay?

Dean 12:23 Other than *my boyfriend* refusing to even entertain the idea of a friendly wager?

Castiel 12:23 Yes, other than that.

Dean 12:23 No

Castiel 12:25 That’s good. You scared me for a second.

Dean 12:26 I did?

Castiel 12:26 Are you okay with being my boyfriend? The long gap between our messages made me realize we haven’t talked about it before.

Dean 12:27 I mean it’s a little weird My 16 year old students have boyfriends “boyfriend” seems a little I don’t know Juvenile We’re not 16 anymore, Cas Thank god.

Castiel 12:30 Would you prefer “partner”?

Castiel 12:31 It’s just whenever I hear someone call their significant other “partner” I can never tell if they are talking about their life partner, same-sex partner, police partner, or if they are cowboys. That was a joke! Ignore this. I remember how much you like Westerns. “Partners” is off the table.

Dean 12:31 HOWDY YALL THIS IS MY PARTNER CAS

Castiel 12:31 Please never introduce me to someone like this.

Dean 12:32 Only if you watch Tombstone with me tonight

Castiel 12:33 Can I still grade my midterms?

Dean 12:35 You’re killing me here Cas Yes

Castiel 12:40 I’m your huckleberry

 SUNDAY, APRIL 12th

Castiel 2:19 Good luck with the softball game today!

Dean 2:21 You’d better make it up for me for missing this one Its the semifinals

Castiel 2:22 I will. Say “hi” to Claire for me.

Dean 2:27 What the hell? Why is she here? We’re not even playing Carver

Castiel 2:29 She has a crush on Kaia Nieves

Dean 2:30 Ohhhhh That explains a lot

Castiel 2:30 She thinks she’s being subtle.

Dean 2:37 I see that runs in the family Subtle as a brick wall. All of you.

Castiel 2:38 Excuse me, you had no idea about my feelings for you back in high school.

Dean 2:49 So? Charlie said you were obvious as fuck But it didn’t matter since I was a dumbass

Castiel 2:50 I prefer oblivious Less dumb Less ass

Dean 2:57 How dare you My ass is a goddamn gift. You take that back right now

Castiel 2:59 Of course. Don’t you have a game to coach?

Dean 3:01 Shit you’re right

 TUESDAY, APRIL 14th

Castiel 11:18 I know how I can make up for missing that last softball game last weekend

Dean 12:01 Sorry The kids called me out for texting you 5 mins before the bell last time How the hell did i get stuck with a class full of narcs

Castiel 12:03 It’s probably karma For all the rule breaking you did in school

Dean 12:05 Hey I wasn’t that bad

Castiel 12:05 You frequently defaced school desks and returned library books after their due date.

Dean 12:06 I’m dating a narc too???

Castiel 12:07 You didn’t ask what I have planned.

Dean 12:07 OK i’ll bite What do you have planned babe? Please tell me it’s not another documentary on bees That was depressing The grand canyon one was cool though

Castiel 12:10 Speaking of narcs

Dean 12:10 This doesn’t sound good

Castiel 12:11 When I had to get my extra copy of Camus from my car, I stumbled on Miriam at the edge of the parking lot with a few more students. They were skipping class and smoking marijuana. Naturally, I reported them to the administration.

Dean 12:13 Not helping your not-a-narc case

Castiel 12:13 They received detention for skipping class.

Dean 12:13 And the drugs?

Castiel 12:13 I may have neglected to report the drug use.

Dean 12:14 Seriously?

Castiel 12:14 I still confiscated it. Research evidence shows marijuana has negative effects on the developing brain.

Dean 12:14 I guess that’s fair

Dean 12:15 Hang on Do you still have it? OUR brains are old as balls Seriously, are you telling me you have weed now?

Castiel 12:15 Surprise?  I can throw it out if you’d prefer to do something else tonight.

Dean 12:15 Dont you dare!!! I’m going to get a six pack on the way home, download the last Star Wars, and we’re gonna do this right Your place or mine?

Castiel 12:16 I have been neglecting laundry lately. Yours?

Dean 12:16 You’re on This is going to be so awesome

 WEDNESDAY, APRIL 15th

Dean 12:06 Did you really mean to invite me to dinner with your brother?

Castiel 12:09 I didn’t mean to bring it up when we were high, but the invitation still stands. Claire told him we were together. He wants to meet you.

Dean 12:11 Oh

Castiel 12:11 You do not have to say yes.

Dean 12:13 I’ll go It just took me by surprise

Castiel 12:13 I don’t want to pressure you.

Dean 12:14 Youre not pressuring me

Castiel 12:14 Are you sure?

Dean 12:16 Look, I just know your relationship with your brother is complicated And I don’t want to stick my foot in it By accident or some other way

Castiel 12:20 We’re in a better place than I’d like to admit. I spent a long time resenting Jimmy for the time he had with Father. But it wasn’t his fault Father was a bastard who had a second family he preferred to be with. Jimmy was barely in middle school when Father started going on his “business trips”

Dean 12:21 Jesus christ You told me bit about it back in high school But I didn’t realize it was a second family situation

Castiel 12:21 Mother kept it from us for years. I still haven’t forgiven her for it.

Dean 12:21 Are you OK?

Castiel 12:22 I’m fine. It was a long time ago.

Dean 12:22 That stuff takes a long time to get over.

Castiel 12:22 I suppose.

Dean 12:23 Is it okay if you stay at mine tonight?

Castiel 12:24 Our next date isn’t until Friday

Dean 12:24 I don’t want to wait until Friday to see you

Castiel 12:27 Can you pick me up at Carver at 4pm?

Dean 12:27 You got it More time with you and my baby Win-win!

 FRIDAY, APRIL 24th

Dean 11:51 Are you sure what I usually wear to school is OK?

Castiel 11:53 You texted me nine minutes early?

Dean 11:53 Shut up I had to bribe my kids For NINE extra minutes Friggin tyrants

Castiel 11:54 What did they extort from you?

Dean 11:54 I promised to throw out their lowest pop quiz grade

Castiel 11:54 That isn’t too bad.

Dean 11:54 I was already planning on doing it

Castiel 11:55 Clever of you.

Dean 11:56 You’re not just dating a pretty face But getting back to dinner with your brother Is a regular button up OK? The tie hides most of the sloppy joe stain

Castiel 11:56 I’m sure you look very handsome

Dean 11:57 I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not

Castiel 11:57 I rarely manage sarcasm in-person. What makes you think I would attempt it over text?

Dean 11:58 Good point

Castiel 11:58 You’re a very good-looking man, Dean. I’ve known this since we were 15.

Dean 11:59 Stop it you’re making me blush

Castiel 12:01 It’s the truth.

Dean 12:04 Alright, alright I’m already sleeping with you No need to butter me up

Dean 12:05 It’s just I remember how you used to talk about him The perfect big brother

Castiel 12:07 More like the perfect student and perfect son. Jimmy was honestly too busy to be much of a brother. The 11 year age difference didn’t help. When I was in high school, he already had the perfect nuclear family on the way.

Dean 12:07 Exactly

Castiel 12:08 Exactly what?

Dean 12:08 You’re lucky I know you And I know you’re not drawing this out on purpose Look, i want to make a good impression, OK? he seems like a hard guy to please.

Castiel 12:09 I That’s very admirable of you, but it’s entirely unnecessary.

Dean 12:10 He’s your family

Castiel 12:11 And I understand family is very important to you, but it isn’t the same with me. It would be very nice if dinner goes well, but if it does not, I will not care in the slightest.

Dean 12:11 Really?

Castiel 12:11 Truly.

 SATURDAY, APRIL 25th

11:16 I’m sorry for my dad.

Dean 11:17 Who is this? 

11:20 Claire Novak

Dean 11:21 How did you get this number?

Claire 11:23 Alex Jones

Dean 11:24 How did Alex get my number???

Claire 11:24 It was on the softball permission forms How did you not know this Didn’t you draft them?

Dean 11:25 It’s been a while I’m a very busy man

Claire 11:25 Sure. Anyway, my dad was a dick.  Totally out of line last night

Dean 11:26 Shouldn’t you be texting Cas about this?

Claire 11:26 I don’t have his number

Dean 11:26 Cas wasn’t kidding when he said you guys weren’t close

Claire 11:27 Nope.

Dean 11:27 Well I am very close with my brother He’s a lawyer out in California

Claire 11:27 Good for you???

Dean 11:29 It doesn’t sit right with me that Cas doesn't have a real relationship with his family

Claire 11:31 That seems like Uncle Castiels business

Dean 11:33 But Jimmy isn’t Cas’s only family SO if you ever need a place to crash, i’m always available

Claire 11:35 Maybe my dad was right And you’re secretly a perv I’m not staying with you you freak

Dean 11:35 Jesus christ, I’m trying to say, if ALEX isn’t the only girl on Edlund's softball team you’re getting buddy-buddy with, it’s fine You should get a chance to explore that part of being a teenager While STAYING SAFE But don’t let your parents stand in the way of that side of your life

Claire 11:41 Dad wouldn’t kick me out

Dean 11:42 Maybe not. But if you are at all uncomfortable, just give cas a call I’ll forward you his contact info now

 “I might have told Claire she’s always welcome at my place if she comes out to her parents,” Dean says as he pockets his phone. He turns his back on the pile of sparkling clean dishes drying on the rack by Cas's sink. Dean adds, “Hopefully she’ll ask you before she goes to me.”

They hadn't really discussed the disaster of a dinner with Jimmy and Claire. A few tense words on the drive back to Cas's house, a tacit acknowledgement in the morning not to mention it until after coffee and breakfast. But then Cas brought out his homework for the weekend, even while last night's argument scratches at the back of his mind like a fly trapped in a windowless room. So Dean did the dishes and texted Claire.

Cas looks up from his juniors’ final exams. “You were talking to Claire?”

“She texted me first,” Dean says defensively.

Cas sighs and caps his pen. It’s blue, because red pen, according to Cas, is too traumatizing a grading implement. “I’m very sorry about last night.”

Dean waves his apology off. “You warned me it could go sideways.”

Cas’s brow furrows. “Still,” he says slowly, “I told my mother and Jimmy I was gay a few years ago. I think it was easy for them to ignore it as long as I didn’t have a boyfriend in the picture.”

Dean fiddles with a dishrag as he hovers by the sink. “Was Jimmy a jackass to your other boyfriends?”

“What others?” Cas asks wryly. “None of them were ever serious enough to pique Jimmy’s interest.”

“Really?”

Cas nods and gestures for Dean to take a seat at the kitchen table next to him. He holds out his hand, which Dean takes, bemused. “I don’t know why Jimmy thought religion was an appropriate introductory dinner topic. I could tell he was trying to genuinely understand our… lifestyle, to use his word, but-”

“I got angry,” Dean says looking down at their clasped hands.

“You didn’t say anything I wasn't thinking,” Cas says simply. “I’m glad you reached out to Claire.”

“It seems like she needed it.”

“She doesn’t have a lot of adults in her life she can rely on to be in her corner,” Cas says diplomatically. “I’ve tried, over the years, but I can’t relate to her at all.”

Dean laughs. “Of course not. Teenage rebellion wasn’t really your style.”

“Ah yes, of course,” Cas says, his voice dry as chalk, “you’d be the perfect person to talk to her. The cool kids speak their own language. How could I forget?”

Dean smirks. “It’s full of references you don’t get.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cas says darkly.

Dean leans in for a kiss. Eyes dancing, as he whispers, “Relax, babe. You were always the coolest kid in school to me."

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Weekly Recap | March 9-22

Didn’t even realize but I completely forgot the recap for the week of March 9th to March 15th because I was too busy trying to find a flight home from Scotland (fuck coronavirus and bojo!!!) So now you get two weeks worth of fics!

Complete

good on my own (needed me) by mcwho (Modern AU, Teacher Bucky | 12K | Explicit): There are some mistakes that could be made by anybody. Anybody. Bucky taught high school pretty much his whole life, and that was fine, those were kids, and he knew all of them anyway, which meant there was very little chance of him accidentally fucking any of his students during an impulsive post-marital-breakdown Grindr hook-up. Which is exactly what he had done with Steve.

💙 The Conservation of a 17th Century Painting by birdjay/ @bird-jay (Modern AU, Artist Steve | 13K | Explicit): Well. He does live alone, and it’s not like anyone would find out. He could safely stick his hand down his pants right now and not have to worry about it. He’s jerked off loads of times in his own apartment. It’s...healthy to let stress out this way...right? And the fact that it’s to a doctor of art history isn’t weird. Or at least, not super weird. People have masturbated to weirder things. Steve knows that for sure. And it’s not like Dr. Barnes is rough on the eyes or anything, either. He’s quite possibly the most handsome man Steve’s looked at in months. And, well, there’s the whole art side to things, as well. (Part 1 of The Met: Art Conservation Studies)

Re-framing the Canvas by birdjay/ @bird-jay (Modern AU | 4K | Explicit): Steve and Dr. Barnes's first date. (Part 2 of The Met: Art Conservation Studies)

Perfectly Mad by ClaraxBarton/ @claraxbarton​ (PWP, Shrunkyclunks | 2,2K | Explicit): Whoever had decided to seat Steve beside Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes - eldest son of President Winifred Barnes, war hero, recently returned from a three month stay as a hostage of an offshoot of the same terrorist group that had once held Tony Stark - was clearly an idiot. Actually, in Steve’s opinion, whoever had thought Barnes attending the dinner at all was an idiot. Whoever had thought inviting Steve to the dinner was an idiot.

own me, i'll let you play the role (i'll be your animal) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid​ (Werewolf Steve, PWP | 6,7K | Explicit): He wanders into a clearing, the same one where he stood, almost three months ago, watching the Quinjet while waiting for Steve to come running to him. It was the start of something…educational. It’s one thing to take Steve as he is, another to love it the way Bucky did. He has no regrets. He’s been worse things than a monster-fucker. - Bucky’s not wearing red, but he’s got a big, bad wolf on his tail. (Part 3 of 💙in this story, you have claws)

i look like all you need by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP, Daddy Bucky | 4,9K | Explicit): “Steve,” James starts, voice so low and so deep, a shiver running down Steve’s spine, “Baby, you can either come here and stand in front of me…or I’ll drag you by your fucking hair and put you there. Choose.” (Part 1 of Daddy James Bucky Barnes/Twink Steve)

i'm seein' the pain, seein' the pleasure by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP, Daddy Bucky | 1,8K | Explicit): Steve had barely been able to keep up, gasping and trying to ask what James was doing, his thigh pulled up and hiked around a thick waist, a filthy roll of James’ hips. James had whispered low in his ear, “Wouldn’t be a good Daddy if I didn’t make sure my sweet boy got to bed…” (Part 2 of Daddy James Bucky Barnes/Twink Steve)

💙 No One Else by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (Sugar Daddy Steve | 12K | Explicit): And now here he is, walking up the steps to Steve’s brownstone at 12:03 in the morning on a Thursday night. He’s standing there like a fucking idiot with his tail between his legs, his hand coming up to ring the doorbell and falling back to his side maybe 8 times, and he lets out a shaky sigh. What if Steve wasn’t awake? Was this out of line? Showing up to his house in the middle of the fucking night? Fuck. (Part 1 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Never Before by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 5,6K | Explicit): Before Steve, Bucky enjoyed sex, engaging in it frequently with various partners, enjoying himself and the pleasure he could bring others. But when Steve came along his world was flipped upside-fucking-down. Bucky had never felt so desperate, so needy, so pathetic for someone. He had never once been brought to tears during sex or because of sex but Steve brought them out of him almost every time, whether it be from the sex itself or for begging for it. He had no idea what his body and what his mind were capable of during sex until he came along. It was like Bucky had never had sex before Steve entered his life. (Part 2 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Slumber by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP, Daddy Steve | 4,1K | Explicit): “Bucky, honey. Can’t get enough even when you’re sleepin’, huh?” (Part 3 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Mad With It by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 3,9K | Explicit): “Bucky, come here.” Fuck that. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t move and he finds himself gritting out, “Make me.” He knows he’s being a brat, knows he has been all damn day. He knows Steve is being as sweet as can be, trying to be supportive, but he can only take so much. (Part 5 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Cyclone by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 4,9K | Explicit): “Listen to those manners, baby, so good. You can have all of Daddy’s cock you want but you better fucking work for it.” (Part 6 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Delirious by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 2,8K | Explicit): “Fuck, honey you look so good takin’ it for me. That little cock has come twice already and look how hard it is for Daddy. Said you couldn’t come and look at you about to come all over my cock.” (Part 7 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

I Just Wanna Tell You Somethin' by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 1,4K | Explicit): Bucky had been so preoccupied at the library studying with Natasha that he hadn’t even realized his phone had been ringing. Or that he had missed quite a handful of text messages. Luckily it was only one missed call, but his stomach clenched nervously when he saw that there was a voicemail. A long voicemail. (Part 8 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

Lately You've Been on my Mind by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​  (PWP | 1,8K | Explicit):  As soon as Steve’s office door is closed behind him, he lets out an incredibly deep sigh, his tense shoulders slumping, his eyes falling shut. Meeting after meeting after meeting had consumed his day and most of them had unfortunately been arduous with difficult clients and a test of patience. Steve needed to go home for the weekend and it felt like he needed it more than he needed to breathe. He slips his phone from his pocket and immediately curses. He missed a call from Bucky. (Part 9 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

💙 Gym Day by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 19K | Explicit): He sits up and rolls his neck, hands planted on either side of his hips on the wooden bench beneath him, focusing on his posture, and looks over at the man sitting with him. Oh shit. (Part 1 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)

Easy Like Sunday Mornin' by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 3,2K | Explicit): Today is a Sunday and the universally-accepted laziness of the day may be why Steve finds himself wanting it slow and sweaty and deep. Bucky didn’t ask questions. (Part 2 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)

💙 Right in my Space by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 9K | Explicit): Fuck. Steve’s head falls against the door with a gentle thump that he knows Bucky has to hear from the other side. Bucky was the absolute best and the absolute worst thing he could have seen on the other side of his door, especially with his slightly muddled red-wine-filled brain. He has worked so hard to avoid this moment, has hurt himself over and over again, and here he is feeling vulnerable standing at his door at midnight while the guy he definitely doesn’t want to date and definitely might not be in love with stands on the other side. (Part 3 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)

life is but a dream by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (PWP | 2,3K | Explicit): “Beg for it.” The phrase bounces around in Bucky’s brain like a pinball, off different sides, rolling around the curvature of his skull. His eyes are open, but his vision is a little hazy, can make out Steve’s slim backside as it hovers over Bucky’s angry erection, his amused but hot facial expression. Steve lets go of Bucky’s dick, smacks his hand down hard on his stomach instead, “Gone on me already, honey?” (Part 4 of Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Solider Bucky Barnes| Shrinkyclinks)

Edging Closer by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)/ @leveragehunters​ (Modern AU | 1,4K | Teen): Bucky had an apartment of his very own (okay, technically he co-owned it with the bank) and a neighbour of his very own: Steve Rogers, tall, blond, built and ridiculously kind. Sure, Bucky had accused said neighbour of being a butt-pic snapping pervert, but amazingly enough he'd been forgiven. In fact, he'd been more than forgiven, but even after dating Steve for not-quite-a-year, Bucky's eyebrows shot up when Steve dropped down next to him on the couch and casually asked, "Do you want to try edging this weekend?" (Part 2 of Two Men and a Single Entendre)

WIP

💙 Like it's the Only Thing I'll Ever Do by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (ABO AU | 3/4 | 22K | Explicit): When Steve opens the door, Bucky feels like he’s been living in clouds for the past few days, maybe even his entire life. Steve is life, Steve is happiness, Steve is the sun. He has such a visceral reaction to seeing the Alpha that he feels his knees go weak, feels his body draw tight towards the other man, pulled in. Or big Alpha Steve moves into sweet little Omega Bucky's apartment building and a roller-coaster build of a romance ensues.

💙 the reverie was not of me, you never saw nothing (so good for you and good for me) by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid​ (Canon divergent | 2/? | 15K | Explicit): S.H.I.E.L.D and the Red Room throw Captain America and the Winter Soldier together for yet another mission. Serendipity is a tricky thing. (Part 2 of lay your heart into my perfect machine)

The Mnemosyne Project by onymousann (Post-WS | 2/? | 4,5K | Explicit): Someone's trying to talk to the Winter Soldier. Steve intends to find out who. (Part 2 of ocean eyes)

Paradise Lost (& Found) by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel​ (Modern AU | 28/? | 62K | Mature): Meeting at a tropical resort AU where Steve is there on a 2-week honeymoon package after his fiancee left him at the altar, and Bucky is there for his sister’s destination wedding but doesn’t have a room because there was a mix up with the reservations in the system.

💙 Whip Crack by Quarra/ @quarra​ (Tentacles AU | 109K | 13/? | Explicit): Tentacle Monster Steve is captured by Hydra. They send in the Winter Soldier with a bull whip to break him, but as far as Steve's concerned the most beautiful creature he's ever seen walked in to his cell and started waving a sexy black tentacle at him. It's love at first sight.

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wild at heart by spacebuck/ @spacebuck​ (Shrunkyclunks, Soulmates AU | 11K | Explicit): Steve's volunteering when he meets his soulmate, and the cheetahs Bucky's responsible for make pretty good matchmakers, too.

[crimsxns-archived]

Did anyone else just see RONAN WASHINGTON ? I hear for the WASHINGTON family they can be a bit INSENSITIVE & UNFORGIVING. But I also heard they can be DRIVEN & SYSTEMATIC. If you dare, I hear they frequent CHITOWN PARK in their spare time when they aren’t being a CHIEF JUSTICE Tread carefully or else you might be next on their list ! 

fun facts

nickname(s): ro, chief

birthday/zodiac: july 27th/leo

age: 49

favorite film: love and basketball

favorite party: masquerade

guilty pleasure(s): people, bread, flaming hot cheetos

hobbies: trying anything once, people watching, bread baking

details

the eldest washington uncle. ronan has always felt like it was his duty to go into a business that would make his parents proud. he chose his fate and embraced it with open arms. politics was never his thing. it was the law that caught his attention and held it for as long as he could remember.

life was simple until his parents decided to bring home billie. it was a shock to ronan. at one point he even asked his parents to send it back. it took time but eventually, ronan warmed up to the kid and developed a love-hate relationship with him. using his little brother to help him study for his bar.

during law school, he met the life of his life diana. they were together for nine years before getting divorced. it was an error on his part. their relationship was good for a while before he got bored. wound up cheating on his wife. after it happened he spoke to his wife. they agreed to end things.

his relationship with his brothers became strained when he dove further into work. the healthy balance between work and family had no longer existed. as much as he tried, he always ended up getting too deep into his cases.

during his 15 years as a judge, he started to rethink his career choice. it was becoming too much for him. he failed his wife. failed his brothers by not being around as much as he should. it may have helped the family name but it hurt the people he was closest to. in his 15th year, he decided to take a year off to focus on repairing his familial relationships. during this time he was nearly done with this city. why should he uphold the law and deal out sentences when criminals ran the streets every day without consequence. the changes being made were minimal.

sloan, along with a couple of colleagues convinced him to return. as fed up as he was with the city, he knew working to change it would do more for it than sitting on his ass bitching about it. thanks to that, he returned taking up the job as chief justice. 

the death of his sister hurt him more than anything. yet it was the driving force behind his work. it pushed him to find that balance that he always needed. this city wasn’t about to take his sister and get away with it.

personality

he’s a charming guy. uses his charisma to his advantage especially in court. once someone fucks him/his family over it’s done. there’s no coming back from that with him. ronan is the type of person to hold a grudge.

he’s upfront and honest. yes he can be a dick. he’s angry and hates the endless violence. ronan speaks his mind.

at the same time, he can also be very kind. it all depends on where you land with him. if someone gets on his bad side, they will know.

extremely driven and smart. once this man sets his mind to something, there’s nothing he can’t do.

loves to work out. he boxes when he has the time.

relationships - he’s noncommittal. was in a marriage for many years and got bored even though he was in love. dates/hooks up often but isn’t looking to settle down. does this all on the dl because public image is important.

family - his relationship with his brothers was strained for a while. it’s not perfect now but it’s getting better over time. the death of their sister brought them closer. his relationships with the rest of the family vary on a case to case basis. (hmu for that)

connections - i’m down for anything. friends, colleagues, people he has put away, romantic/not romantic etc. hmu.

[missnctyukhei]

NCT 127 Reaction: You singing „Or Nah“ loudly

Warnings: smut, sexual themes Request: NCT127 reaction to their s/o being a The Weeknd Fan an singing „Or Nah“ loudly a/n: Oh my God! I did not even know the song, but it's so good. I hear it all the time and it's also in my "Writing SMUT" playlist. So thanks for the song recommendation.

If somebody don’t know the song, then click here.

Taeyong

“Don't play with a boss, girl, take it all. Take it for a real one, you gon' get it all.” You forgot you were singing this song aloud until Taeyong suddenly looked at you in surprise.

"I did not know you hear such songs." He laughs and clasps your hip. You take off your headphones and turn to him. "I like The Weekend and the song sounds really nice." “Girl, make that ass clap for young dollar sign. You already know my money go a long time” Taeyong raps the part very quietly into your ear and you were surprised that he knew the song so well. You love his rap voice, it always seemed like it would change him completely. He was becoming more and more dominant and that was incredibly hot. “I’m go as far as you let me. Girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?” The air he breathed out at his rapping stroked over your neck and with his hands he clasped your breasts. You throw your head back and close your eyes. You feel like his hands moved down and pushed your skirt up. With his fingers, he stroked a few times over your panties, so he could check how wet you were. But you were already dripping and everything you wanted was him inside you. It was not long before he pushed aside the material of your panties and pushed with his cock inside you. You moan loudly, as he filled you completely and you enjoy every thrust. It went fast and he was dominant. He controlled you completely and with his hands he firmly grasped your ass. It was not long before you both cum at the same time. Then Taeyong leaned forward and whispered in your ear:

"I think we should listen to the song more often together."

Taeil

Singing has never been your great strength and you prefer to outsource this task to your boyfriend Taeil. He was gifted, you not at all. But you love to sing and do it rather if you were undisturbed. Mostly this happened in the shower. Your phone was turned up loud and it was playing your favourite song right now. 

“Ain't nobody tryna save ya. Baby, get that paper…”, you sing with passion and forget completely the world around you. “…probably got a lot of other bitches owe you favors.” A male voice sounded like angel bells in your ear. You shut you up immediately and turn around. Taeil stood in front of you, naked. You look up at him with wide eyes and are ashamed of your terrible song. "You do not sing that bad, as you always act." He laughed and kissed you. The drops from the shower now reached his dry body and over time you found each other tightly wrapped and completely naked again. The song was on repeat and Taeil sang it again and again with The Weekends part. His voice, the music, has taken you to a new level and you can feel his hard length pressing against you. "Fuck me," you breath and put a leg over his hip, so he could easily penetrate you. Taeil did not let you say that twice. He stroked his length once and pushed himself into you. His movements adapted to the beat of the music and you enjoy how his wet body felt on yours. He was slow, but he penetrated deeply. Fill in every part of your inside. You stay like this for a while and you could go on forever. But suddenly you hear Winwin’s voice.

"Please, I liked this song once, but after the 15th time, knowing that you two are fucking, I'm traumatized for my life."

Johnny

You were in the club with your boyfriend Johnny. Your bodies were sweaty and the alcohol in your blood makes your joy bigger. Suddenly the beat of your favorite song started and Johnny knew too well that you are a big The Weekend fan. “I'ma smoke this joint then I'ma break you off. I'd be lying if I said you ain't the one. All these tattoos in my skin, they turn you on. Lotta smokin', drinkin' that's the shit I'm on. Heard you not the type that you take home to Mom. Is we fucking when we leave the club or nah?” Together, you sing and dance to the song. You rub your body against Johnny and after a while he stopped. He was frozen and stared at you from this moment. At some point you also stop and look at him in amazement: "Everything okay?" Johnny kept staring at you, but then he grabbed your wrist and pulled you off the dance floor. She walked through the corridors, past the cloakroom, to the bathroom. He pulled you into a cabin and closed the door. The people in it looked at you in wonderment. "What are you doing? There are people everywhere." You laugh, but because of the alcohol, your shame was clearly too low or not even there. But your words did not seem to matter to him, because he pushed you down, so you had to lean against the cistern. He pushed your dress over your hips and with his spit moistened his dick so he could penetrate you right away. Johnny never waited for such things for long, he just got for it. He did not care if there were people in the bathroom. He wanted to have you now and nobody could have done anything about it. When he pushed himself into you, it hit you like a lightning strike. You could not hold it back and you begin to moan. Johnny was big and in his pants too. He was perfect. His cock had the perfect thickness and length. How could anyone say no? And when it's in a toilet in a full club, that's just how it is. "Ahh fuck ..." Do you hear him grunt while his groin slammed against your bottom. You feel like he pushed your best point and you got very excited when you felt the clapping of your skin. He was getting faster and you louder. You hear whispering and a little laughter around you, but you did not care. Johnny as well and kept going until you reached orgasm. With a last loud groan he relieved himself in you. When you stepped out of the cabin, it was quiet and a guy from the security stood in front of you. With an angry look, he kicked you out. From that day you had your house ban in the club, but it was worth it.

Yuta

"What is your favorite song?" Yuta and you hang out together in the living room. You two have not been dating long, but it has become more and more serious between you. Day by day you get to know each other better. "Or Nah! Do you know this song?" Yuta shakes his head: "Sing it." Immediately you blush, you could not start singing before him! He was a talent and you have never had a vocal lesson once. Overall, you did not even know if you could sing good or bad. "Come on, I'm not judging you." Yuta clearly wanted to lure you out of the reserve and he succeeded. Carefully, you began to sing. “Is you really 'bout your money or nah? Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with the shits or nah?” "Ohhh you like nasty songs?" Yuta started to grin widely. Immediately you blush and put your hands on your face. You were incredibly embarrassed. Why were you so honest?! You could have chosen another song, but you just choose to pick a song that's all about sex only. But Yuta did not mind, he moved towards you and pulled your hands away from your face. "Maybe you'll show me what else the song is about?" His voice was deep and lascivious. You take a deep breath, because you liked the direction in which Yuta indicated. First you kiss, but these became faster and more intense. Then he puts his hand under your shirt and with his fingertips he plays on the waistband of your pants. You were ready for him, for all his fantasies. But then the door opened and Jungwoo, Taeil and Winwin suddenly stood in the room. "What are you doing already here?" Yuta was irritated because he had actually told them not to come before 10 o'clock in the evening. "It's cold," whines Winwin. "And we are tired!" Johnny added. Yuta sighed and stood up, offering his hand to you. "I think we'll move our date to another room."

Doyoung

You are singing the song, as Doyoung lay down in bed to you. "What are you listening to?" He asks, taking out some of the earplugs to hear what song you're listen. He listens to the beats for a while, then he turns to you and sings along. “I ain't spending cash for nothin', I wanna see you take it off. I'ma pop this bottle, you gon' give me brain or nah?” Somehow it made you horny when Doyoung sang the lyrics and with a swing you sit up and open his pants. "What do you do?" Doyoung looked at you in surprise, but he let you do everything with him. “I will give you some brain.” You wink and stroke his underpants. Doyoung closed his eyes for a moment and a slight moan escaped him. You notice how the blood in his middle gathered more and more and his length became gradually harder. Slowly you pull the waistband down, down to his thighs. Doyoung's cock was beautiful, perfect, just like him. When you take his length in your hand, he groans again. "Oh my god, look at me!" Doyoung buried his hand in your hair and with your big eyes you look into his. You smile dirty and stretch your tongue so far that the tip of his tongue touches only the tip of his glans. “You want to tease me?” Yes, you wanted to hold him down a bit, but meanwhile his cock was so hard that you knew you could not delay it for long. And you wanted him to come, soon. With your tongue you stroke the veins of his cock and you notice how Doyoungs muscles twitched. "Please take it completely in the mouth!" His petition was forgiving and only today did you follow his bitterness. Your lip wandered up to its top and soon clutched his entire dick. With one hand you move up and down to the movements in your mouth. "Oh god, that's right." Doyoungs moaning was loud and with the other jerks you knew that his climax would come soon. Your lips now form a vacuum around his cock and with the increasing movement you feel the warm fluid that ran down your throat now. With your tongue you lick the rest of him clean.

"I will now only think of you when I hear this song!"

Jaehyun

Wrapped in a towel, you came to your bedroom. The music boomed out loud in the speakers and you sing along as loud as you can. So you have not noticed that meanwhile your boyfriend was in your apartment. When he suddenly stood in front of you, you are terrified. "Oh my god, Jaehyun!!!!" You hold your hand to your chest and feel your pulse. Your heart raced and when you calm down a bit, you turn the song to pause. "Hey, you could have let it, I like the song." Jaehyun suddenly stood behind you and put his arms over your hips. Then he started to sing: “Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?” His hand went under the towel and with his fingers he slipped between your folds. With light pressure he drove over your clitoris. You start to moan slightly, but when he realized that you were getting moister, he pulled the towel down. Then he took you and threw you on the bed. He sang on: “I'm not the type to call you back tomorrow.” He also undressed himself completely, stroked a bit on his cock, leaned down to you and sang in your ear: “But the way you wrapping 'round me is a prob.” With the tip of his glans, he kept pacing up and down on your clit. But this act and its tuners made you crazy. "Jaehyun ... I can’t take it anymore, I want you in me!" Jaehyun started to grin so that the dimples appeared on his cheeks. He took his cock in his hand, looked at you and pushed himself very slowly into you. Your eyes turned inward as he moved faster and faster into you. "Look at you, what a good girl you are who take my cock." Jaehyun's bumps got tighter and tighter. With his fingers he rubs in circles over your clit. It was all too much for you, you could not hold it back. With your fingertips you cling to his forearm. Your voice has been getting louder and louder, and you know that your orgasm has caught you like a wave. Your screams, your lust and your climax also drove Jaehyun into an empire that makes him forget everything. When he realized that he could not hold back, he pulled his cock out and released himself over your stomach. It certainly was not the last time you listened to this song together.

Winwin

It was already late in the evening, but still Winwin and you had the dorm for you. Everyone was in training or on the way. That's why you take this rare opportunity and try to pimp up your love life. You both lie naked in bed and Winwin asks if you want to try something new. You start to grin and sing: “Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? You can ride my face until you're drippin' cum.” Winwin started to laugh. "Haha okay, do you want me to ride my face?" You sit up and look him straight in the eye. He understands that as a yes and he takes your hand. "OK come." You do not let to say that twice and you place your body directly above Winwin's head. Slowly you settle down and he positions his hands on the back of your thighs. Slowly he starts with his tongue to play on your clitoris. You moan and support you with your palms against the wall. The pressure of his tongue became more violent and slowly you begin to move your hips. Your pussy is already deep in Winwin's face and the only thing that could be heard is his smacking and your moaning. Your hips are moving faster and faster and you can feel the pressure getting higher. Like a wave, you feel like your climax piled up, until your orgasm almost kills you. The climax was incredible, so different. Relief, you lie down in the mattress next to your boyfriend. Then you notice that his best piece was also already extremely hard. The precum was already dripping over his top. Winwin turned to you and also sang: 

”Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?”

Jungwoo

“Probably got a lot of other bitches owe you favors. Pussy so good, had to save that shit for later. Took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table. She repping XO to the death, I'm tryna make these bitches sweat, I'm tryna keep that pussy wet, I'm tryna fuck her and her friends.”

"What are you singing?" Jungwoo asked as he came straight to the kitchen. "Do you know this song?" You smile, but Jungwoo shook his head. You pick up his phone and open Apple Music to play him the song. He listens with interest, but he was surprised by the text. "Wow that's pretty ... sexual." You smile and stroke his shoulders: "Do you have problems with that?" Jungwoo suddenly became very shy and had to swallow. Her palms continued to move down over his stomach to his pants opening. "What are you doing there y/n?" You do not answer his question, but pull his pants down further. His cock was not ready yet, but that would change soon. "Y/n you can not do this here, everybody's next door, anyone can come in anytime." "Nobody will come in," you say with a wink and begin to rub his cock. Jungwoo stopped at the next table surface, which your hand on his skin drove him crazy. When he was half stiff in your hand, you start to put it in your mouth. You take his cock deep inside you, so Jungwoo had to fight, that he did not moan loudly. Your movements with your mouth and hand became faster and faster. You knew exactly how you had to attack his dick, because it never took long until he came, if you satisfy him orally. You can feel the bitter taste of his cum trickle down his throat. Jungwoo was breathing hard and his chest was moving up and down. At that moment you suddenly hear a few steps and Jungwoo quickly pulled up his pants. Lucas suddenly came to you and gets some chips out of the closet. "Do you want to snack too?" he asked and hands you the bag. You shake your head:

"No thanks, I've had a snack already."

Mark

You were mad at Mark. Because you had agreed that you should come to him and then he just sat there and gambled. He has been paying more attention to his video games lately than you and that bothered you. It did not help what you do and meanwhile you were really angry. But then you remembered one last chance: You turn on your favourite song and start singing and dancing. “Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with the shits or nah? Or nah, or nah.” it booms out of the speakers. You give yourself completely to the music, let your hips circle and pull up your top a little bit. “Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with the shits or nah? Or nah, or nah” You knew that your movements and the song would make him horny. You've had sex very often to it and it always stimulated him when he heard it. In the mirror you can see how he looked at your body and his attention was no longer on the PC. Girl, make that ass clap for Young Dolla $ign. You already know my money go a long time” You turn around, go to him and kneel down in front of him. He looks at you with his puppy eyes when you lean forward to him. His gaze was deep into your neckline. "Oh fu ...." Mark took a deep breath as you crossed the fabric of his middle. And gradually you notice how slowly a bump forms. You smile and continue rubbing. Mark bites his fist and can not wait for you to go one step further. You feel that his cock was already full of blood, because he was hard as a hammer. And when he reaches for his waistband to pull his sweatpants down a bit, you stop him. "Do you think after all your action with the video game, will I allow more?" You smile and get up. Mark looks at you stunned: "WHAT? Y/n you can’t do that!" "Look!", You say with a wink and leave the room.

[letsgsantana]

tagged: sam evans &. santana lopez

when: nov. 15th - 16th.

notes: discord text.

tana: the thigh hickey you gave me has almost disappeared. 

tana: which means you need to re-up on moi. 

tana: and I’m craving churros. Hot, from Ted’s by the cafeteria. 

tana: and possibly you.

sam: churros and hickeys. what a combo 

sam: anything else you want me to fetch you before i come and fuck you into the mattress?

tana: is your neck free for business, or is two o’clocks still ripe on there? 

tana: wow, did you get that from some 80’s porn?

[a beat] 

tana: and to return the favor I might have bought some coca-cola lip smacker for you to kiss off.

sam: you did a pretty good job the last time because it's still there for everyone to see 

sam: it's annoying that no one believes that i burned myself on a curling iron sam: no, more like early 2000s amateur stuff 

sam: oh, you're spoiling me here, santana

tana: I’ve always had a soft spot for ‘I was here’ tokens.

tana: that hair screams blow dry. That mark screams some A-list lips. 

tana: awe, so the the golden age of porn, iyo? 

tana: you’ve possibly earned a treat or two.

sam: you know, you're not as dominant in bed as you are on text 

sam: i quite like this versatile santana that i'm getting 

sam: thank you! that's what i keep saying! sam: care to give a hint of what those treats are?

tana: I'm lonely, so I sub out for a brat. [erased] 

tana: you've caught me off-guard. And it's been a minute since I've had a hot minute.

tana: and you might be above average. 

tana: and I haven't even showed you the beginning of what ten plus years of cheering has done for my versatility.

tana: either the baking kind, the me kind, and possibly an impression request kind. 

[a moment later] 

tana: or all of the above.

sam: i'm not at all complaining, i quite like taking charge. especially if it makes you beg 

sam: oh, you need to show me soon, because i want to see this 

sam: i can give you all three of those 

sam: what impression would you like to see? i personally think a sean connery one would go down well with you

tana: a mess in life, and in-control in the bedroom? respect. 

tana: i have a thing for dorks with big hands that feel good around my throat. tana: well, well, someone's working for that number one spot. 

tana: are you trying to turn me on wit a sean connery impression? 

[after a moment] 

tana: explain.

sam: i gotta get something right, and with these lips, it was bound to be that sam: good, i wasn't sure if the choking was too much, but i'm glad to know that we were on the same page with that 

sam: can't deny that i want to be your number one 

sam: he's james bond, duh?

tana: you're in college, so at least you can add that to your list of accomplishments.

tana: if you saw my incognito google pop up, you'd blush, Sammy. It was just barely enough. 

tana: moved on to porn with a touch of romcon? a hoe with a heart. my hero. tana: if this means I get to dress up as a bond girl and you never speak of this to anyone. I may be seriously entertaining this.

sam: i'm sure that the american museum of natural history will be impressed with the fact that i can make you cum three times with my mouth and another two times with my dick 

sam: no? i think it might be time for us to welcome a safe word into this, because i don't want to hurt you 

sam: some people would call it a gentleman in the street, a freak in the sheets, but a hoe with a heart does the job 

sam: oh my god, yes please! 

sam: also, i'm pretty sure just the sight of you being a bond girl would make me cum, so there's that

tana: well duh. It’s few and far between a woman gets that kind of pleasure from a man. Gotta mark it down when it does. 

tana: jinxy. What do you think? 

tana: i don’t think your hoe energy ever strays too far, so it’s best stick to factual nicknames. 

tana: well, I do like cum. Especially yours.

sam: do i make the top ten list of best ginsburg lovers then? 

sam: jinxy? i can work with jinxy 

sam: then you haven't seen my gentlemanly ways - we can always change that if you want 

sam: oh? what makes mine so special?

tana: no.

tana: and that's because I don't have a lovers list. But some of the best sex I've had here? Consider yourself lucky, because yes. 

tana: also lovers list? what wattpad fanfic are you neck deep in, dork. 

tana: I mean sure, but he better be just as hot and charmin-[erased] 

tana: I wouldn't mind, as long as he's as hot as hoe sam.

tana: there's a lot and you look hot. and you've usually got my hair in your fist while you're cumming on my face.

sam: i'm flattered. /and/ it is definitely reciprocated. a lot 

sam: "forbidden" - it's about harry styles and louis tomlinson. it's not very good though 

sam: yeah, i think you're gonna see more of gentleman sam than hoe sam from now on

tana: I know. 

tana: sounds terrible. 

tana: why’s that?

sam: do you know tina cohen-chang?

tana: ya.

sam: yeah, i like her and i kinda fucked it up

tana: oh god. 

tana: have you been sleeping with me while you’ve been with her? 

tana: is that your girlfriend?

sam: she's not my girlfriend 

sam: i'm sorry. you're not the only that i've been seeing. there's kinda been a lot of people 

sam: i'm really sorry

tana: oh. 

tana: well, if you’re single. Who cares. 

tana: if I wanted to sleep with anyone else, I would have already. No apologies about it.

sam: it's more than that, you know? like, we've been going on dates. 

sam: i just didn't realize that we were actually..."dating" 

sam: you just deserve to know that

tana: you probably didn’t realize you were dating because you weren’t... 

tana: why are so mopey, babe? 

tana: you fucked around, and I guess accidentally got into a relationship.... tana: how long have even known tina? 

tana: I’m just saying, people who jump into relationships in college usual need therapy, not a partner.

sam: we've known each other for like almost two months, which is ridiculous because i didn't want this to happen so fast, but like, guess my feelings just caught up with me one night 

sam: oh, girl, if i could afford therapy i would've done it a long time ago. i've got some huge baggage

tana: you could save the date money to go to a therapy fund. 

[.....] 

tana: sam, you seem caught up in....something.

sam: that's probably the best advice anyone's given me lately 

sam: no, i'm not caught up anymore, i got the zipper out of my nut

tana: looking back my reaction to your relationship might have not been the best. My bad. I should have just thrown 

in response and be done with it, but. Like.... 

tana: you’re sleeping with everyone then suddenly in a relationship because you went on some dates and found out that meant you were dating someone... tana: sounds like deflecting and micro-managing in an unhealthy way. 

tana: we were just talking about you giving me a facial. I’m just saying. That’s one hell of a turn around.

sam: it was never explicitly a relationship. we never said anything. and she'd hinted a couple of times at knowing about me seeing more people than just her sam: i told her that i was falling in love with her - it was incredibly random when i said it, i just blurted it out without even thinking about it, or ever having thought about it actually. 

sam: and then she lost her virginity to me 

sam: i don't know what's going on, i just know that i miss her

tana: you need to put down the watt pad fanfiction ‘cos it’s tripping your brain into thinking you’re in love with someone. missing someone doesn’t mean you should be in a relationship with them, it means you miss them. 

tana: I’m just saying. Figure this out inline at the medi-whatever line for some healthcare, and fast track to a therapist office for an appointment. If you need company I’ll offer mine, and critics on your impressions. I’ll even bring the churros this time. 

tana: but partying, sleeping around, then poking your head up from the land down under because you’ve randomly had the thought to love someone out of your line-up? Babe, just no. 

tana: but most of all, breathe.

sam: It's not like that. Missing her means more to me than just that 

sam: I don't know for sure if I'm falling in love with her - I think I am. Because I know I've never felt this way before about anyone. And it's confusing as hell, but she does make me feel a way that no one else has done before 

sam: But I agree - it's gone way too fast. And no one seems to get that 

[...] 

sam: I don't particularly want to talk about this anymore though. I just want to know if you and I are still...okay? It might just be me, but it sounds like you wouldn't mind hanging out with me, even if I'm not fucking you

tana: how many times before have you said you liked a girl? And that it was more than any other of the girls before them? 

tana: were you just dating her because she’s the only one who said yes, or because you only wanted to date her. 

[.....] 

tana: just think on it. And again, breathe. And stop randomly telling people you’re in love with them, amateur hour. 

tana: I’m not sure yet. It might be hard for me to see you and not get wet. But maybe if you impress over text I’ll let you take me to get a beer so I can platonically roast you.

sam: This is the first time 

sam: No, to start off, it was just a casual thing between us. She was obviously a virgin, but there were some pretty heavy make-out sessions going on. We made a deal, to get to know each other better - for her safety of not just losing her virginity to some random guy. And so we ended up just going on a lot of dates. I genuinely wanted to get to know her better 

sam: I'm breathing. Thank you 

sam: Just call me beef, because I'm yours to roast all day and all night, Santana

tana: sure jan. 

tana: so you guys have rush delivered every step of the way. please don't get divorced before 25. 

tana: you want to get to know everyone better. [erased] 

tana: definitely not hanging out with you now that your 'beef' is off the table. 

sam: She's not talking to me right now, so I don't think we gotta worry about that 

sam: Listen, I was never that nasty. It was only on the kitchen counter those two times, and that was because you were wearing that red lacy thong and nothing else, and I've got a weak spot for that

tana: good. 

tana: Well excuse me for picking up on how much you liked me spread. I thought the all access, all the time, with the crotchless red thongs would be appreciated.

tana: although, you still owe me a pair. You can gift those when you're single in a couple of weeks. 

tana: if I don't like them, you can take them back. if I do, you can tell me if the guy I've replaced you with will. I'll even spread them for you.

sam: As much as I enjoy this conversation, I think it's time to shut it down 

sam: Please do let me know if my replacement is any better than me though. I want to know if anyone can overtake these lips

tana: true, tell sean connery I said down boy. 

tana: of course I will.

tana: what are you doing?

sam: Sean Connery? My dick? 

sam: I just got back home, after practically following Tina around all day. Well, walking her to all of her classes and trying to get her to talk to me, but with my testicle still aching, I was more limping than anything else 

sam: Probably just gonna put "Bob's Burgers" on and try and fall asleep to that. Maybe open a bottle of Jack. 

sam: You?

tana: you do know that's creepy, not romantic. 

tana: an entire bottle? stick to a cup. it's been a long day for you. 

tana: I might go to an open mic night. People love vintage shit there and I need to peddle my shop some more.

sam: She went out last night, I got her a coffee this morning to hopefully make it better - I had a purpose, don't worry. It's not like I was stalking her 

sam: Hmmmmmm, a bottle sounds more appetizing though 

sam: Oh yeah? If you want to swing by afterwards, you're welcome to. We can just watch a movie or something

tana: this is so lame [erased] 

tana: so not as creepy. good. 

 tana: sounds like alcohol poisoning. 

tana: I don't know if you've proved movie only worthy. We'll see, evans.

sam: Not like full-on creepy. I try to only keep it semi-creepy 

sam: Sounds like a good time 

sam: Well, I guess I can also offer you a cup of Jack, if you want, so it's not just a movie that you came around for

tana: which is why you just need to be full-on single. 

tana: also, question. why are you following her around like you have something to make up for? 

tana: glutton for punishment? 

 tana: I haven't drank in a week. I'm a little scarred from post-halloween.

sam: I don't want to be 

sam: Well, first of all, I hurt her. And now she's not really replying to my texts, in the sense that she's not.../talking/ to me or hearing me out. So, I figured it'd be easier if it was face to face. But it's not like she stopped to talk or anything 

sam: Something like that 

sam: Scarred? What are you scarred from?

tana: that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be. 

 tana: I know you hurt her, but again, why are you following her around like you need to make-up for something? 

tana: you were single and hooked up with people. 

tana: if she’s upset about that, that sucks, but that still doesn’t mean you did anything wrong. 

tana: pick something other than alcohol. 

tana: I was hungover all weekend. It sucked. I’m too weak for all that.

sam: I played her and made her feel like there was more between us, that's why sam: I did everything wrong, Santana 

sam: Weed? 

sam: You gotta end it where it started - with more alcohol. A cold beer the next morning is the only way to get through a bad hangover

tana: did you tell her you weren’t seeing anyone else? Or did she assume and set herself up for disappointment? 

tana: I’m not saying you don’t suck, but it’s NOT all on you. 

tana: I don’t like that she’s putting this all on you- [erased] 

tana: I want to puke at the thought. 

tana: which is why I’m detoxing with pot.

sam: I didn't say anything about seeing other people, but I also didn't say that I was only seeing her. She kept hinting at maybe knowing that she wasn't the only one, constantly reassuring me that I was the only one that she was seeing - despite going to the halloween party with Brody 

sam: What makes you say that? What have I not done wrong? 

sam: I can do weed. I mean, I'd probably still keep the bottle of Jack around, but I wouldn't drink all of it, y'know?

tana: sounds manipulative. 

tana: hold on. 

 [**santana taps his icon and presses the call button. She brushes her hair behind her ear and traps her phone between her ear and shoulder as she pours some oatmeal in a bowl. When he picks up, she doesn’t spare him time for a hello-] 

tana: you’re single, you fucked around. There’s nothing wrong that. Someone else’s assumptions and wants aren’t your problem. She was reassuring you because she wanted reassurance, which meant she knew you were fucking around. 

tana: guilting you about it is wack, Sam. But next time don’t be so fast and loose with your dick. 

 [a beat] 

 tana: and next time don’t let someone convince you, you’re in the wrong for having a sexual appetite beyond them while you’re single. You didn’t play her, she played herself. 

tana: oh, and hi. My fingers were hurting.

[Sam wasn't sure exactly what was happening. He was mid-reply, about to send Santana a confused text to what she was doing, when his screen changed and he saw that she was calling him instead. Sighing, he braced himself for what was about to come, clicked on the green phone to accept the call and opened his mouth to say hi, but was quickly cut off by Santana's rant. He wasn't quite sure what to say after everything that she'd told him, and was just silent for a bit] 

sam: Hi 

[He finally said, and sighed] 

sam: I'm not entirely sure what you want me to say here. Several people are telling me that what I did was wrong- hell, I feel like what I did was wrong anyway. I know we never made it exclusive, but I did tell her something that sure as hell sounded like that was what we were

tana: what did you say, and when?

[Sam let out a deep sigh. This was probably the 20th time he explained it to someone] 

sam: A couple of nights ago we went up on the rooftop of my apartment building to look at the stars, and she told me to tell her a secret. I'm not good with secrets, I either tell people everything, or I don't tell them at all. But, she was also kissing my neck and it was a lot, you know? 

[Sam paused for a bit, bringing his hand up to rub his tired eyes] 

sam: So I just blurted out that I was falling for her. I mean, if I was in her position, I would assume that it meant that the person was cutting off everyone else. Like, it's pretty serious, you know?

tana: babe. If tina didn’t know that a love confession from you didn’t mean you guys weren’t together, one, she doesn’t know you at all, whether she has a rolodex card of secrets on you or not. Two, that’s not how dating work. Case in point- you. And honestly, a lot of guys. 

 tana: so, again. You BOTH have your own parts in this train wreck. You randomly blurting out you love people for no reason, and her trying to manipulate her way to a relationship instead of being blunt and saying, ‘I want to be with you.’

sam: I don't know what to tell you, Tana

tana: why do you think you need to tell me something...? I’m comforting you, not the other way around.

[There was a silence as Sam took in what the girl had said, thinking it through.] sam: You're comforting me?

tana: rude! [she practically yelled] 

tana: but um, ya.I’m trying.

[Sam removes the phone from his ear, holding it away from him for a second, as he hears Santana yell at him. Then he puts it back to talk to her] 

sam: No, it wasn't meant like that! I just meant more that...I've had to explain myself over and over again with people, and I guess I was just expecting the same with you

[sam couldn’t see it, but she frowned. It didn’t feel right. The blame being put on him, and the exhaustion in his voice.] 

 tana: stop explaining yourself. You’re not the only wrong in this situation. Are you right? Not particularly. But you’re not wrong for having a sex life while single. You are wrong for not communicating more, and dropping L bombs out of the blue. Just like she’s wrong for playing games, instead of just saying how she felt, just so she could have you chasing her around campus for no good reason. 

tana: I’ll be over in an hour. One cup of Jack. That’s your limit.

sam: Tell it to the people who think it's alright to be all up my business about this, please. 

 [Thinking about it for a moment, Sam sighed] 

sam: Actually don't, I think it's best if I just deal with them myself. 

 sam: Three cups. I can have three cups of it. I bought it myself, it's mine

tana: who is all up in your business? 

 [her eyebrows crinkled together, annoyed for him.] 

 tana: don't worry. I have to leave my important to really warm-up for a good run through someone's soul. 

 tana: sam, you're trying to not touch on me. one cup, we don't want to blame it on the a-a-a-lcohol, moment. 

 [she snickered, cracking open an egg as her griddle started to warm up.]

sam: It doesn't matter, just forget that I said anything. 

 sam: Yes, but I'm also in a lot of pain with my testicle and alcohol numbs the pain. See, logic?

tana: okay.... 

[she sighed, debating on pressing the issue and on the whim she went with:] tana: if you need a place to vent, I'm here. No offense, but I'm cruising on side-eye with most people, and going full snixx for anyone is going to take a lot of encouragement. 

tana: so you're going to have a lot of focus on your crotch, drink a lot of alcohol, and not try to flirt with me. [there's a pause] 

tana: Shaky logic.

sam: Thanks, Tana, I might take you up on it sometime. It means a lot to me as well, you know? For now though, I'm done, I think I've talked about this enough. I kinda want to just move on to the next part of this entire shabang [Sam pauses, hearing what she's just said and swallows hard. She had a point that he hadn't thought of.] 

sam: I mean, it's not like I can do anything anyway with my dick, because of how sore it is, but if you prefer, you're welcome to come over tomorrow instead?

tana: hopefully single, but knowing you... 

tana: I was serious about taking the steps to get public healthcare or w/e the poor term is. 

 [santana snickers, her voice drops a little and get's breathy] 

tana: sammy, you know how much I enjoyed sucking your dick, and you know how good I was at it. let's not tempt one another.... [she sighed[ 

tana: i'll text you later and let you know if I'm coming by.

sam: Well, I am most definitely single right now, and with no game-plan whatsoever, so there's that. Also, yeah, I know. I'll look into it. It's not just this whole thing that requires therapy. I've got a lot of baggage that needs to be dealt with [Biting his lip, Sam can feel himself growing horny and groans] 

sam: You're tempting me right now, this isn't fair. It's not like I'm teasing you with anything. 

sam: But yeah, sure, let me know so I can put some sweatpants on before you get here

tana: good. Single is good. 

tana: and making decisions based off what YOU want, with discretion on how it’ll effect others is even better - or at least that’s what I’m told. tana: down boy, [she sang in a sing-song voice] neither I or my cleavage is there yet. Keep the pants off. See you in a couple hours. [She smiled, then hung up.]

[bookdragonlibrary]

Third Tuesday YJ appreciation

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

—————————— Early Warning

- Star Girl is back.

- We didn’t see their mission in Chicago :(

- “The Outsiders are bigger than the Big League.” Seriously? So Gar has reach his goal to inspire people.

- We’re 21 December. Will we have a Christmas episode? 

- Santiago de Cuba. Is this the whole city name or it’s just to specify is the Santiago located in Cuba, because you know USA have a lot of countries which names already existed in other countries, so it’s confusing...

- Mother of Goat xD

- 04.31 is indeed too early to go to school...

- “You mean I’m Gabrielle’s corpse brought back to life by the energy of a dead motherbox.” Violet, you need to chill. It’s really sad you see yourself this way :( 

-  What do you mean she’s dying? She has better superhealing than a speedster!

- I like that the first thing she does is healing herself. 

- Months left? Well, all her previous dead must have been painful... But I’m sure Jace had misinterpreted what she saw. Maybe Violet has a high metabolism like a speedster with a fast regeneration of her cells so maybe they would discover this later by her aging slowly. 

- Her mentor? Who could that be? Was they the person she called in the 15th episode?

- Wait to tell them? How is this supposed to be a good idea? One secret is enough of a burden.

- A funeral? Who’s funeral? :’( 

- They are up against who to make Zatanna worry? Maybe she would bring Traci with her *finger crossed*

- What is this big pink cloud? It’s up to no good...

- Klarion? Of course Zatanna would be worried! The Team never succeeded to win against him! It was always Dr Fate.

- So he was the one who chose Project Rutabaga name? It’s difficult to understand which only one side of the conversation, more difficult than with Jaime and Scarab actually.

- “Stop to ruin my fun, Teekl.” He’s indeed the Witch Boy with that pouting xD How old is he to still be considerated as a child?

- I didn’t know human can have a reddish brown skin. Where is she from? 

- It’s me or he’s dumb not remember what he’s supposed to do?

- No need to explain it to us, I’m pretty sure we all understood as we are now in an adult plateforme...

- So the teen could speak? I thought she was mute. Because of trauma maybe?

- Change of eye and hair color plus... gills? She can’t breathe? Can’t she be like Kaldur and has a double breathing system? :( 

- So that’s where the mark in the forehead comes from... So he already sent teen in to Granny before. How could he forget if it’s not the first time he does it?

- So now she’s a red gaz and... does it where the big cloud comes from? 

- That monster looks like the one in FMA. So the Light is trying to create a mix of metateen with different powers combined for one super powers soldier? We already saw of terrified it could be with Amazo in season 1...

- So the minidrones come indeed from Blue right? 

- RIP  minidrone :(

- “We saw so pretty weird days.” Does he speak about the Reach? :( 

- The way Gar said funeral shows he’s so used to it...

- Joan is dead?! So quickly? From what? Aging?

- Virgil is so cool with blue eyes!

- “Outsiders away!” “Dude, that catchphrase, need work.” You mean “Outisiders go!” right? it was an easter egg right?

- Klarion seriously didn’t recognise them? Or never be against them? 

- “Flesh Monster” I know you are sadistic demon, but it was really disrespectful :( 

- Gar is so clever to attack Teekl! Mouse to elephant, the two opposites! 

- Klarion, we really don’t need your explanations, everyone had seen season 1... (why are you watching season 3?)

- No don’t use a bazooka on those kids! :( Yeah Geo-force! o/

- “No, not in the house.” New Team catchphrase?

- Did he just killed Beast Boy? Desintegrated him? It’s not possible! :’( Not another funeral! 

- Yes he’s alive! Stop with the fake deaths! 

- No Cassie! :( Did anyone how the monster become huge with Wonder Girl addition? She’s really strong!

- Virgil horrified to see his BF like that :( 

- Yeah! They are free! Except for the girl who still can’t breathe. 

- We need to bring Zatanna to Granny’s place so she could free the other teens. 

- Klarion is still busy with a hornet? Seriously?

- They are in Tower of Fate? So the balance between order and chaos are unbalanced in the place of power of one of them?

- “Still in the Tower? *meow* Dang it!” It shouldn’t be that funny! xD

- Virgil, you’re hanging out with Ed and Jaime, your Spanish should be better than this... 

- Yep, the girl still can’t breathe! :( Gar save her! :D She said “Thank you!” :3

- “Where is Violet?” Probably not well after learning she’s dying... 

- Tara’s struggle with English vocabulary (especially oral expressions) feels so real!

- We’re going to see Harper? :D 

- Is that guns and alchohol? Seriously? Is that beer or stronger alchohol? --’ Violet doesn’t seem at ease....

-  It’s cool Harper ask about the alchohol being allowed for Muslims. She’s the first one in the serie to ask VIolet about Islam. You can’t learn about it if you don’t ask to people :) But maybe Violet isn’t the best to ask as she probably doesn’t know much. Wait, does she know about alchohol by the way? 

- “I’m not a Muslim.” Is Violet rejecting everything about herself because she’s dying? Or is alchohol a way to cope with the big new? Or is she rejecting everything about Gabrielle’s identity because of the murder or Brion’s parents?

-  She doesn’t want to talk to Brion and doesn’t like the taste :/ 

- What? 

- “I have a boyfriend.” She clearly doesn’t need this to her emotions... And she sounds surprised? Is this a reminder or a news for Harper? It’s like 2 months she’s dating Brion so she should have told Harper right? 

- “So do I.” The bi cheating trope, really? I HC a lot of characters as bi or pan and it’s not the first rep I wished... And it could have been handled better. Like Harper not kissing her a second time after she said no (I have a boyfriend so I’m not available for kissing someone else, if it wasn’t clear for everyone...). Harper not having a boyfriend but a crush on Violet for a long time, for example? Because the kiss seem to mean nothing to Harper, just a funny thing to do... You know, because bi people can’t stay in a relationship and get bored... --’

- How Violet could be so good at firing? Thanks to her training with Artemis? Motherbox senses? 

- Wait, they are in Mount Justice beach, isn’t it private? How a cop could be there in the middle of nowhere or almost? Why didn’t she show up when Dick were firing with an ever bigger gun? It doesn’t make any sense! Or it’s just plot convenient...

- Violet’s hesitation really show how much she became self destructive because “I’m dying so why not? I have nothing to loose” kind of logic...

- Why they made the General so heartless? :( The cliche of the male soldier who is heartless and the female soldier who cannot do her mission properly because of love/mother instinct...

- I need to check YJ comics because I’m sure I can find some of them in it. *check* Ok I just found Serpenteen...

- Colonel Ramon Bracuda. So he’s indeed a Colonel xD

- Tara and Artemis! 

- The slap at the end was unnecessary, Slade. She was already down... è.é

- Artemis is so good as a mentor! She understood what Tara had been through!

- Tara is surprised and afraid Artemis discovered she was trained. Maybe Artemis will be the one who understands she’s a mole and try to reason her. (Like she tried with her sister...)

- I love how Artemis shows her she can relate to her trauma and reassure her she won’t do the same.

- Tara’s smile again!

- Police station. Right. 

- So Harper’s father is an alcoholic? That would explain why Harper want to forget about her life too... And where she found the bottle. Did she try to take the bottles away and wanted to try it instead?  

- A whole day waiting? That parental abusive!

- I’m not sure Violet truly understood what happened to be honest... It’s a lot in a day! She’s sure having a bad one :( 

- Guess it was an animated error last episode: Wendy still has her collar :( 

- Of course Kaldur will find a solution for the girl :) 

- Virgil, awkward... When he said “excuse” and then close his eyes because he realises it wasn’t the best word choice and Bart reassuring he understood he meant no harm :3 I love the Team dynamic :)

- With Ed, I’m never sure he’s looking at Bart or Wendy...

- “I want in.” In the hug? Of course he’s talking about the Outsiders xD Wait, what?! Doesn’t it seem out of character?

- Even Virgil  didn’t seem to know. 

- So Ed went to the funerals to support/confort Bart?

- So he talked to Bart and Jaime first? Ouch for Virgil... 

- So half of the Runaways in the Outsiders. When do we get to see Tye and Asami? They should have been there in episode 16! Are they ok? Are they kidnapped again? :( 

- “The kids here just don’t know you.” Yet! Come on, Ed, you could have invited all the Runaways, the first abducted metateens so the kids could relate to someone who go through the trauma. Virgil should be known in the Center! He is one of their own already! And that should have been Virgil’s character motivation to be part of the Outsiders and not the skin color... Black characters are more than just black they’re humans, you know? Where are the writers who wrote the other POC characters in the previous seasons? Anyway, the reason to do this for the kid would have been unnecessary if it was written properly with this character arc for Virgil because Ed was fine as a peer councelor to show to the kids there are other ways to use your powers than fighting bas guys, the living example for Paula’s point. 

- So great everyone supports Ed’s decision. 

- Yeah Virgil, his dad would totally freak out...

- Wendy is so small compared to the others! She seems to be 12. And Ed seems to have a big brother reaction who wants to be praised by the little sister ^^

- The comments said “The Outsiders are the best” in Spanish, no idea for the second one and “The Outsiders are unbeatable” in French :)

- “the Outsiders are bigger than the JL.” *Kaldur raises an eyebrow* priceless xD

- Klarion is still trapped in the Tower and it’s still so funny xD 

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Let’s Talk Books - Kingdom of Copper by S.A. Chakraborty

This series hurts my heart.  I am honestly so invested in it and I never expected to be.  Kingdom of Copper is the sequel to City of Brass, a book that I randomly picked up in a bookshop in Portland, because I needed something to read on the flight back home.  From page 50, I was hooked because it’s so well written.  Each character is unique, each location is so vivid it’s like you’re actually there, and for the first time in a long time, I felt as though I truly dove into that world the second I opened the book.

I never wrote a review for City of Brass because that was right when I was so busy, I literally had no time for Tumblr.  So here’s a small synopsis of a book that I don’t think is talked about nearly enough.

Nahri is an orphan, con artist and thief in Cairo.  She makes a living doing fake healings and exorcisms for desperate people, and spends her free time studying with an apothecary.  One night, her fake “exorcism” turns out to be a real one, and she ends up summoning two things.  One, an evil spirit out to get her, and two, Dara, a powerful djinn warrior, who used to be enslaved but is now free.  After Dara saves her, he realizes that she is at least part djinn as well, and decides to take her to Daevabad, a magical djinn city made of brass where she will be safe from the spirit that is now hunting her.

Once in Daevabad, Nahri’s past is slowly revealed, and she is thrust into the city’s politics.  Multiple tribes of Djinn live there, along with anyone of mixed djinn and human descent who are persecuted heavily by the king.  Dara, it turns out, is also a mystery himself, apparently a legendary warrior with ties to a family that used to rule the city - a family that Nahri is discovered to descend from.

The first book follows Nahri as she learns all about the Djinn world, her possible past, and her befriending Ali, the second born son of the king.  A lot of stuff goes down, plot twists and mysteries are unraveled and then the book ends.

The characters are soooooo well written.  Each one has their own distinct personality, and by the end it almost felt as if I knew each one of them personally.  The rich backstory behind the city and the different families - it’s immersive in the same way that the Game of Throne books are immersive.  The details are rich, the plot is intense, and I was so devastated when it was over and I had to wait six months for the second one to come out.

STOP READING HERE IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK

The second book, Kingdom of Copper, picks up five years later.  With Nahri now a fully fledged healer, having come into her Nahid abilities, and Ali an outcast prince who finds a home in his ancestral lands.  I can’t really say too much else without spoiling it, because the plot points start happening RIGHT AWAY.  Like for real, this book is so fast paced, but without losing the details and thoroughness of the writing that made the first one so magical.

There’s no way I wouldn’t rate it 5/5 stars.  

Now onto spoilers.

I fucking new Dara wasn’t dead!!  Just going to put it out there.  His little personality change at the end of the last book kind of bothered me a tad bit, but getting chapters from his viewpoint was really cool this time around.

Nahri and Mundatdir got married.  Like, I knew it was alluded to in the last book, but I didn’t actually expect it to happen.  The little snippets we got of them actually being good together were really good.  And I wish we would’ve seen more of them being happy, but he turned into a dick the second Ali came back to the city.  I understand why, but he still made me mad a few times.

Also fuck Nahri’s mom.  I don’t trust a single word that comes out of this bitch’s mouth.  She faked her death, has been chillin out in the wilderness the entire time just to plot to basically wipe out another tribe?  I get that her tribe was wiped out and she wants revenge, but there’s ways to do that that don’t involve massacring a good chunk of the city.  Plus she partnered with the Ifrit and made Dara listen to her...like all of his chapters when he started to question her were so devastating to me.  It was like, yes...just leave….just...oh okay...I guess not. And then a frustrated sigh.  Dara. Deserves. Better. 2k19.  His actions in this book were not great.  But he was being manipulated soooo hard core.  I hope the next book he gets a great redemption arc and becomes friends with Nahri again.  Especially because the whole book I was waiting for their reunion, which was ruined because he was a dumbass and tried to kill Ali/ almost killed Muntadir.  Like bitch...don’t!!

Muntadir did get a redemption arc though.  I loved when Ali was talking to him and Zaynab about overthrowing their father.  Hands down the best line of the book:

“Is this liquor?  Because I want to be completely intoxicated when Abba gets wind that his children are planning a coup in a fucking closet.”  I literally laughed out loud.

Let’s see...what else...I cried when Nisreen died, and again when Muntadir got stabbed.  Jamshid being revealed as Nahri’s brother was not something I was expecting at all.  Also when the skin of his back got burned off so he got to use magic...yasss.  The king died, which I was not expecting, but it does give space for Manizhed to be the big bad guy of the next book. I really, really just hope that the next book is Ali, Nahri, and Dara teaming up to take her down.  I’m ready for some good bickering between the three of them.

And now to start the longest wait of my life.  The Empire of Gold comes out on January 15th, 2020 and I cannot wait.