#but listen there is something so seriously messed up in that man's brain

[aauroralightss]

happy wolfwood wednesday nicholas d wolfwood is a LOSER and i don't mean stampede wolfwood (although he is too with his tech bro ass big sunglasses and coat) but i mean trimax wolfwood. literally everything he does is so fucking funny to me. the scene where he tells vash to shoot him? did he honest to god think "oh yeah vash is gonna shoot me this will be great" ????????? like what did he truly expect to happen. and he monologues through the whole fight against grey the ninelives. he makes me sick why is he so EXTRA

[sonarspace]

feral, suguru geto

synopsis: suguru’s not sure how you’ll react to his new haircut. content: very filthy and NSFW! (orgasms, 69, cowgirl - kinda, mating press, messy) wc: 2.3k an: combined two requests so i hope my lovely anons don’t mind 😸. and as usual not proofread!

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suguru looks up at the mirror and his identity — his once luscious long hair ... gone. immediately he regrets his decision and a frown takes home on his face.

he pulls on his hoodie and leaves the barber shop. "why did i think that was a good idea?" he scolds himself internally. "ugh, she's going to hate it. i look so stupid." he thinks as he's walking back home.

"i think it looks great," satoru chirps from the couch. he glances at satoru once before groaning, "you're just saying that so i don't feel bad. she's going to hate it man."

"no, i really am not. i think it's nice that you changed up your hair. couldn't tell the difference between you and your girlfriend when you guys would nap together," he giggles. and suguru's throwing a pillow at his face to shut him up.

he comes to pick you up at the airport. a beanie and hoodie over it to keep you from noticing his haircut for as long as he could. he sees you walk out of the airport, looking around for him. suguru's frown is immediately turning into a beaming smile when your eyes catch his and you're running into his arms.

he picks you up almost crushing you and you're a squealing mess in his embrace. you pull back and hold his face, peppering it with kisses causing him to breathe out a lighthearted chuckle.

you talk about your trip the entire ride home and he listens happily. he's glad you don't talk ask about what's going on with the beanie and hoodie combo. you come out of the shower, a small knowing smirk plays on your lips.

"don't you feel hot?" you ask him, fanning your face. "not really," he presses his lips together. 'uh oh...' an alert goes on in his brain. his heart picks up a beat at the thought of how you'll react.

you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. "what" he whines when you look at him like that. instead of making him nervous it was making his dick hard. "do you have something to show me suguru?" you ask walking towards him with faux tentative steps.

"you know, don't you?" he sighs. “satoru told me,” you giggle sitting down next to him on the couch. “come on let me see,” you tell him eagerly.

“will you break up with me if it looks bad?” he asks you half jokingly, half seriously. “depends,” you joke and he scoffs. “i’m kidding baby, i’m never leaving you” you crawl into his lap.

his breath hitches slightly when you sit directly over his half hardened cock. instinctively he wraps his arms you and drops his head to your chest.

he looks back up and whispers “go ahead”. you hold your breath as you pull down his hoodie. his usual bun not visible. your hands reach for his beanie and he shuts his eyes, afraid of your reaction. “suguru, open your eyes.” you chuckle.

“can’t. just remove the beanie and tell me you hate it already,” he says. you pull off the beanie and gasp quietly but he notices and opens his eyes immediately. a slow smiles spreads on your lips and you let out a giggle in awe.

“oh my god,” you run your hand through his locks. his hair much much shorter but his bangs were still framing his face like usual. a wolf cut. “i love it,” you squeal when your eyes fall to his. “really?” he matches your tone. “yesss. so so much. it suits you so well.” you beam.

“you look really sexy.” you add on, a blush creeping at your neck at the way he squints his eyes at you. you’re sure he can feel the wetness forming in between your legs at his half hard dick slightly prodding at your clit.

“yeah?” he asks, his face close enough you could feel his breath on your lips. his nose bumps into yours. “yeah,” you confirm.

he hums moving his lips over yours. kissing you so softly. too consumed in the kiss you start grinding in his lap. your hand tangles in his hair, tugging it.

he groans lowly into your mouth as he bucks up into you. he pulls away and bites into your exposed shoulder. “please,” you whimper when he looks at you. and he’d be crazy to say no when you look at him with a cute pout.

“what do ya want?” he asks, knowing the answer. but he wanted you to voice out. you look away and he pulls back your face to look at him – his hand squishing your cheeks cutely. “now now, don’t go shy on me when you were just grindin on my cock.”

“suguru,” you whine. “darling,” he whines back. you narrow your eyes at him. “go on. say it.” he urges you. “want you…want you to fuck me.” you huff.

“see that wasn’t so hard,” he squeezes your cheeks once more making your lips pucker and places a dirty kiss. biting your lip to watch it snap back against your teeth and smiling pridefully.

he pulls off your shirt slowly. admiring your soft skin with his lips. his mouth on your boobs licking around your nipple and sucking it in so sinfully — you felt hot in your skin. you squirm in his grip as he continues assaulting your boobs.

his hand moves between your legs and slips in your pants over your panties and you moan unashamedly. “let’s see how much you’ve missed me,” he speaks with a mischievous tone. you twitch and your head falls back when his fingers move over you panties, collecting your arousal. he lets out a contented murmur. “so wet baby, i bet i could just slide in easily.” your boob now covered with his saliva. you tug his hair and he unlatches his mouth with a pop. you bring his face up to yours and he lulls his tongue knowingly. you tilt your head slightly and suck on his tongue eagerly.

his hand moves around your neck and pushes you back, halting your movements. his nose pokes into your cheek as he rubs over your clothed clit. his breathing grows heavier as if he was the one reaching his high.

without a second thought you grab his hand still in your panties and press it closer to yourself. you move against it stimulating yourself. his fingers rub your pussy while the end of his palm presses against your clit with every jerk of your hips.

your grip tightens on the back of his neck as your head falls back and you gasp a whimper. feeling your fingernails dig into his nape has him rutting his hips into your core.

his heavy breathing hits your neck and he sinks his canines into your flesh silencing himself. you feel his muffled groans against your skin as he keeps torturing your drenched pussy and unconsciously bucking up into you.

“nghh— fuck sugu i’m” you cum with a loud cry of his name – both hands on his shoulder trying to steady yourself as you twitch in his lap. at that he finally pulls your panties aside and dips his finger into your hole. he holds his breath at the feeling of your warm arousal and the clenching of your walls around his digit.

“pussy’s so greedy. did you not give her any attention?,” he purrs teasingly. his hand still wrapped around your neck tightens – cutting off your oxygen and flooding your head with a lustful fog.

he clucks disapprovingly when you shake your head. he moves his hand down to your waist and holds you as he stands up and sits you back down on the couch – on his knees between your legs.

he pulls out his finger from between your legs and pushes it into your mouth. watching with his lips parted as you make a show of sucking your juices off of it. tongue swirling around the tip of his finger and then bobbing your head down to his knuckles.

“you’re going to drive me insane,” he growls immediately pulling you into a rough kiss. his teeth nipping your lips and sliding his tongue against yours — at last tasting you and he bellows a whine into your mouth.

he pulls down your pants along with your drenched panties roughly almost pulling you with it and he squeaks a sorry making you laugh at his excitement.

he places your legs on his shoulders and admires your glistening pussy – your sweet arousal covering every inch. he almost feels overwhelmed and his heart picks up a beat. he looks back up to you and you smile at him so sweetly he almost falls face first into your cunt.

he laughs under his breath moving closer. your hole flutters in anticipation when a cold puff of his breath patters near it. your squeal quickly turns into a moan when his tongue licks a stripe up your folds. he spreads your folds and lets a string of spit fall over your hole watching it clench.

“god, so needy. mama's not been takin care of you huh?" and as if in agreement your pussy clenches again and he laughs in amusement.

"suguru," you purr. he hums licking up your folds and then teasing your clit. "wanna taste you as well," you request. and he swears he almost comes at your needy tone. he'd be a madman to say no. he pulls you down on the floor with him. laying side by side in a 69 position.

you pull down his shorts and his dick springs up and hits his abdomen. the tip's flushed pink with pre cum covering his slit, a vein running at the side of his length throbbing under your touch. it twiches in your hand and he lets out a guttural moan.

your tongue teases his slit, gathering his pre cum into your mouth and then spitting it back on his cock — pumping him once, twice, before you decide to take all of him in your mouth. he bites down at your inner thigh at the immense pleasure feels. he bucks accidentally hitting the back of your throat making you gag. "fuckkkkk," he lets out a loud, deep groan, resonating throughout the living room.

he grabs your legs and brings you closer to his mouth. breathing in your arousal, twitching in your mouth. "ahh" you moan with him still in your mouth — he picks up the pace and starts tongue fucking you. dipping his tongue inside you, feeling your warm walls taking him in excitedly.

he tries to keep himself cumming in your mouth but you make it so hard when you start massaging his balls. he pulls away from you, unlatching his mouth. "need to be in you," he speaks with a raspy urgency. his hands move to your head keeping you there for a moment before he pulls you off of him and into his lap.

he wraps an arm around you once you take hold of his dick and sink down on him so wickedly slow. you grab his neck and bring him close. a string of saliva falls against his upper lip from your mouth. you close the space between you and lick it clean and plunging your tongue back into his mouth — both of you whining at the taste of your arousals on each other's tongue.

he leans back on one hand and starts bucking up into your heated cunt. moans of pleasure spilling out of both of you — loud enough that passerbys in the hallway felt a blush creep up their necks.

"ngh ha — baby, i'm not going to last long," he warns. you rub a finger over your clit, trying to reach your high at the same time as him. his cock head nudges against your g-spot pushing you closer — the coil in your stomach tightening.

he brings your mouth to his, kissing you — wanting to feel your moans inside him. the kiss is messy with spit dribbling down the side of both your mouths, both it doesnt stop you from trying to kiss each other.

"cumming," you bite down his lip as the coil snaps and floods your senses. your fingers scratch down his chest, leaving trails of red in its wake. he halts his hips when you start clenching around him uncontrollably and in the process milking him. you grind against him slowly wanting to make the feeling last longer for him as his ropes of his cum fills you.

he wraps both arms around you and hugs you, still sheathed in your cunt. he fills you to the brim, a bit of his cum running down your thighs and falling on his own. you gather a little bit on your finger and lick it clean, keeping your gaze on him. and he's hard again.

"you're so cruel," he adds laying you down and getting on top of you. he pushes your legs up to your chest as he starts fucking you. his hips snapping against the back of your legs. he makes you cum so hard again, all you can see is white. he falls down to your chest both of you sticky from sweat and cum running your legs.

he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. you wrap arms around each other and share endless kisses under the water. "if i knew my hair cut would have you acting like this, i would've cut it long time ago," he speaks against the kiss. you blush and hide your face into his chest, "i missed you." you feel his dick poking against your leg and you gasp "again?" and he laughs in return, "guess he’s missed you too".

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[chobunz]

── desperation. ( psh ) 📠

pair: boss!sunghoon ㅊ employee!f!reader | warnings: smut, secret relationship, age gap (sunghoon is 10 years older), semi-public s.x (?), hoon is a needy boi, coercion, quickies, dirty talk, piv, no lube, no protection (don’t be like them!) | words: 1.4k

imagine boss!sunghoon being so needy n desperate for you at all times, he just can’t seem to keep his hands off you.. just needs to cop a feel whenever he can bc he’s that obsessed w you ;( he’s also willing to skip important business meetings just so he can bring you into his office when no one’s around and have you bent over his desk— loving the way your curves hug the work uniform in all the right places..

this is my very first ever post on enhablr !

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“please?” sunghoon’s desperation grew as time went on, nothing but lust clouding his judgement. he had you pushed up against his desk, caging his arms around the slope of your waist, hindering you from any retaliation, utterly defenseless in his hold.

“i promise i’ll be super quick..!” he pleads even more, pressing wet kisses all over your face, his pouty lips still lingering along the rim of your jaw afterwards. “just need you, so so sooo bad.”

sunghoon has been “negotiating” with you for the past ten-ish or so minutes, playing every trick in the book he possibly can in getting you to fold like a sunday lawn chair for him. what may have prompted all this you wonder ? well, he simply got hard at the sight of you and now you’re the one in ‘trouble’ because he can’t function while being bricked up at work. you two had an odd relationship to say the least… he was your boss, the man you reported to every day and pick up his morning coffee before he arrives at 8 AM sharp, but you also sleep with him sometimes?? (you thought it would be just a one off occurrence but sunghoon wanted it to be a more frequent, fwb type of deal..)

you were seriously hoping that he’d leave you alone today, you had a lot of work that needed to get done within a short timeframe and distractions weren’t going to do you any good, however, you couldn’t just say no to park sunghoon. there were dozens of other women who’d kill to be in your position, they already tried to seduce him one, two many times before— except you of course. you were like the golden employee who always followed orders, listened to directions the first time, and did everything the right way, he’s never really had to reprimand you and even on the rare chances you do mess up, he’d handle it with you in private; just like how he’s doing now.

hell, sunghoon makes it excruciatingly hard to resist him. especially when his breath inched beneath your ear, silky strands of jet black hair tickling your chin as he begs for your touch.

“i told you i was busy— hoon, s-stopp !” you helplessly whine, your mind kept telling you to refuse but your body was saying a completely different story. he knew exactly where to pull the pin, knew just how to make you give in to his not-so-safe-for-work desires.

“oh are we now ?, too busy for me ? what happened to wanting to get that new promotion, huh ?” he cocks his head to the side, turning arrogant all of a sudden now that he can use something as leverage over you. it’s a shame that he has to stoop to such low levels but he’s willing to try whatever method that’ll get him exactly what he wants.

as he whispers in further detail all the naughty things he wants to do to you, your legs were brought to a tight close, wanting nothing more than to relieve the ache you felt between your plush thighs; you feel dirty, disgusting for wanting your boss to fuck your brains out, it’s unprofessional, you shouldn’t be doing this— letting him have access to you whenever he wants almost felt dehumanizing.

though, you be lying if you said he didn't strike a bone in your body, maybe 3, or 4.. 10 at most. hell, maybe even all of them. some days you were able to keep your cool and act as though he had zero effect on you— however, he was just so unable to resist at times. you couldn’t help but be attracted to him; even if he was an asshole sometimes, you secretly liked it in a sick, twisted kind of way. if he was going to play this little game then you may as well play right along, plus you weren't gonna just walk around with soggy panties without getting something in return, right ? right.

“oh ? giving in already, guess you really do want it that bad, huh ?” he smirked childishly as you finally cave in, rubbing up against him, spreading and burying his knee between your thighs.

“shut up, do you wanna? or not ?” so over his annoying little antics, you gradually wiggled your hips against his toned, muscular thighs.

“it’s cute when you act all needy for me.” his hands caressed your waist, taking your leg to his hip, in effect your pencil skirt riding up your thigh.

you felt his clothed dick against your core as he pressed his body against you. sloppily taking your tongue against his.

you've always wondered how this man could get you so hot and sweaty all over a few words. then again, as long as you’re pleased; does it really matter ?

“fuck..” you spoke, hand grabbing at his tie, the melody of his luxury belt being unwrathed gave you a tsunami of chills. “quickly, i have a meeting in..” you checked you wrist, reading the analog watch that sat delicately along your veins. “15.” you heaved heavily, he tugged down your tights physically prepping himself with his hand.

“thats enough time to make me bust twice.” he chuckled. his length entered your puffy, dewy pussy.

“quick busser !” you laughed, knowing it'd strike a chord within whenever you tease him.

taking your ass in his hands before he paces himself. “you love when my dick coats your pussy in a thick coat. so, suck it.” he groaned, kissing onto your collarbone to keep himself quiet.

his office wasn't what people would call sound proof, but at a good distance from the door, nobody could be able to hear you. but keeping you quiet would deem to be the most difficult part.

sunghoon bear hugged you keeping you tight against him, he thought fucking you in your work attire, especially your tights, had to be the sexiest shit to dance on this earth. it's honestly why he's here. the way the thin black fabric wrapped around your thighs, he could just picture your sloppy pussy, wrapping around him. balls deep. and you took him so. so. so. well.

“ugh, yesyesyes..” your ragged breathing swam through his ears, giving him an ounce more of stamina. “shit !” your clit throbbed at his lower abdomens slight back to back friction, you grind up onto him, to feel more of that reminiscing release edging you.

he nibbled at your lips before taking them against his. “shut the fuck up. you dont— hell..wanna get caught do you ?” he swatted your thigh, thrusting himself at a slower, but rougher notion.

“fe—feel so good, nggh.. hoon..” you whispered, biting at his ear.

your forehead glistened with sweat, the buttons of your shirt leaving your perky breasts opposed and exposed. you threw your head back at the pulsating between the two of you, you could feel him. throbbing, and hardening inside of you, and it turned you way the fuck on. just as your pussy throbbed against his hard.

“c'mon mama.. you wanna drench your boss’s cock? huh ?.. wanna make it all gooey with your cum ?” he pushed you closer and closer with his words, as if him ramming into you wasn't enough.

“yes.. wan' make it gooey, baby !” you whispered under your breath. throwing your head back, leaving your boobs to bounce under the escaping light of his blinds.

“then cum, be a good girl..” sunghoon’s breath quickened, he was near the edge himself, if not on it.

the two of you, moaning into each other's lusty mouths, aching for more. your groans becoming quickened and hoarse as the burning knot in your stomach leaves you in discomfort. until a strong stroke came to pop that growing bubble inside you, releasing you of all your numbness. you came onto his thickness.

sunghoon, lost it at the feel of you tightening around him, lays you down onto the desk, pushing down on your stomach. he could feel himself through passing through your entrance. just thinking about it, left him blissful.

“fuck, fuck ! 's fuckin' right, squeeze me baby..” he finally broke, leaving all his pellent inside of you, slowly pumping himself a few more times before sliding out. his figure, breathing heavily, leaning onto your heaving chest.

you could hear him chuckling after awhile of comfortable silence. “looks like you're gonna be late for your meeting miss. y/n.”

“you so owe me.” you glare up at him as if this was all his fault.

“i do ?” he kissed your tummy.

“yeah, you do actually.”

“and what may that be?” he raises his brow, pushing up his thin framed glasses.

“a real date.”

“can i take you back to my place after ?” he kissed your tummy through your shirt once more.

“deal.” you grinned, catching your breath.

you were a dirty mess. a mess that sunghoon, had absolutely no problem with cleaning up.

[cameronsprincess]

reader scolding jj over something and he just keeps kissing her lips and she’s just stumbling over her words each time he kisses her

this is suuuch a jj thing to do too. like man cannot take u seriously when u try to get onto him.

CW: jj is a little shit when you’re mad, kissing, strong language.

“jj maybank! how many times do i have to tell you, don’t leave this shit laying around?!”

you’d had it. jj always leaving his bong and weed laying around your apartment, knowing that you’ve asked him time and time again to put it in the closet, tucked away from wandering eyes, when he was done with it.

jj didn’t respond. instead, his bright blue eyes were on you, a smirk playing at his lips as he rested his hands behind his head. he’d always found amusement in your anger, and that just angered you more.

“j, i’m being fucking serious! what if my parents showed up? huh? or.. or what if anyone who didn’t know we smoke showed up? i don’t need this shit laying around my apartment!”

you were seething, the fact that your boyfriend just sat on the couch, un-phased by your yelling and concerns was pushing you toward a breaking point.

as you opened your mouth to shout at him some more, he rose to his feet, stalking toward you slowly. that damn smirk still on his lips.

“i- i don’t know what you think you’re doing but it won’t-”

jj’s lips crashing onto yours had you shutting up, your eyes fluttering shut as you melted into him.

after a few seconds, your brain had finally caught up with you, and you shoved him away. you knew what he was doing, and it wouldn’t work. you needed to get him to listen and understand what you were saying.

“jj, i-” you began, but his lips found yours again in a quick, sweet kiss.

his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body as he backed the two of you up and planted his ass back on the couch. he guided your legs over his, making you straddle him now as his large, warm palms rested on your bare thighs.

“you were saying, princess?” he teased.

you rolled your eyes. “i was saying that you need to-”

kiss.

“jj, i- i’m not-”

kiss.

you were growing frustrated, the stubborn blond barely letting you get a sentence out before he was kissing your lips again.

slapping at his chest with your palm, you pushed yourself back. “jj! stop!”

he swatted your hand away from his chest, pulling you in close and planting another soft kiss on your lips. when he pulls away, he’s got a big cheesy grin on his face.

“sorry baby, you’re just so sexy when you’re mad. go on, i’ll listen.”

you sighed, knowing he was lying, but you attempted to continue on with your scolding.

“i was saying… you need to start putting away your bon-”

kiss.

you sighed against his lips, mentally cursing yourself for giving in so easily, but you couldn’t concentrate anymore, the feel of his lips on yours making your brain completely forget why you were mad. you just wanted to kiss your boyfriend.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you crash your lips into his, moaning into his mouth when his hands grip at your ass through the thin fabric of your shorts. the two of you kiss fervently, a mess of teeth and tongues before you finally pushed yourself away from him, needing to say one final thing.

“this conversation isn’t over. you won this time, but we’re still-”

jj shuts you up again, his lips finding yours as he lays you back onto your couch. you knew, the conversation was done, jj making the anger and situation disappear with just the touch of his lips on yours.

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[maxiemclaren]

Can you please do one where Oscar and Y/N get a cat together? Ty x

The Orange Tabby

Warnings: fluff with a little angst

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

Summary: you try to convince Oscar to get a cat and he caves.

a/n i honestly blacked out while writing this so let’s hope you enjoy!

“Babe please, just look at how cute they are!” you pleaded with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster, showing him all the cats that were up for adoption at your local shelter. “y/n, love you know how much traveling we do there is just no logical way we could have a pet right now, I’m sorry” he says pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, searching your face for a reaction, you just sigh and fall into his chest and mumble out “fine, I guess one of us has to be realistic”

Over the next few weeks you keep trying to bring up adopting a cat practically anytime you could. When he was working out, making meals, practicing on the sim, even some times when he was in meetings you would find ways to mention the beautiful orange tabby cat that they recently had received. In the kitchen Oscar was making dinner for the both of you, when suddenly you mentioned the orange cat again. “Enough y/n! I understand you might want a cat, but have you thought that maybe I don’t want one!?” Oscar yelled out of frustration, you stood there almost paralyzed, sure you’ve had your fair share of disagreements but he never raised his voice towards you. “Yeah, I guess I never thought about that, sorry Oscar.” you said and retired to the bedroom for the rest of the night. A sigh left Oscar, feeling regretful of yelling at you, he knew better than to come in the shared bedroom when you were both on edge.

In truth Oscar was trying to research how you guys could bring the cat along with you for the races, well along with getting the adoption papers in order, apparently he was a very popular cat having around 15 other people wanting to adopt him.

Oscar kept tip-toeing around the whole cat disagreement for the next week and just blissfully listened to explain why you were so hell bent on getting one. “Well my grandmother had an orange tabby cat when I was younger and he was my favorite thing” you said feeling emotional. He nodded along and held your hand while you explained, he decided enough was enough and he wanted to tell you the good news. “Love, I need to tell you something” he said practically bursting at the seams, you look at him to proceed with what he needed to say “I actually put in adoption papers for the orange tabby as soon as you showed him to me” he blurted out in a rush. “You’re kidding, Oscar Jack Piastri. You better not be messing with me” you said pointing a stern finger at him. “I’m being 100% serious my love, we pick him up next week” 

Next week rolls around with lightning speed, you two have been out almost all day making sure you have everything you need for your cat. Except there was one problem, you couldn’t decide on a name. “Ooh how about Oliver, hmm maybe Thomas” you said very enthusiastically. Oscar just laughed “Seriously Thomas? What is he an old man? A tank engine train?” you huffed back racking your brain for a name you could both agree on when all of a sudden Oscar had a light bulb moment. “Wait what if we named him Papaya?” You thought about it for a moment and came to agreement on the name. 

It has been the best 4 months with Papaya by your side quite literally, it was like your grandmother’s cat was reincarnated into him, he never left your side making Oscar a little jealous that the cat was getting more attention than him. “But loveee, he gets cuddles all day! What about me?” Oscar said pouting, you just chuckled and opened your arms for your clingy boyfriend. “Have I told you that you’re the best boyfriend?” you said while running your fingers through his hair while he laid on top of you. He mumbled out “Yes, at least twice a day since we got papaya” Looking up towards you, pure love behind his eyes. 

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Perfect.

Pairing/AU: Soft Boyfriend!Joel Miller X Curvy AFAB!reader , no outbreak.

Words count: 3612, One shot.

Summary: Basically Joel worshipping you and your curvy body ❤️

Warning: +18 only because there is a little bit of smut in the end (Joel 🍽️😺), nothing too serious but still. Reader is curvy, has wide hips, big breasts, has hair (not specified how long or what color it is or anything), has a freckle above her upper lip. Age not mentioned but they’re both fully grown adults. Joel is the cutest and loves you deeply like anyone has ever done before. (If I did things right you will end up crying a little bit, hopefully)

We talk about not accepting ourselves, seeing ourselves as ugly, having a bad relationship with a parent (mom), briefly about bullying and in general about how society perceives non-conforming bodies and how sometimes we convince ourselves that we are wrong. I don't go into much depth but there are still some passages that I feel are truly mine, so you are warned. I don’t want to trigger you, I want you to feel beautiful and valid and one of a kind and special. All of you.

I was toying myself with the idea of a story about Joel and a curvy reader and this came out. I wrote this at 2am after listening to “Pedro” and “Glow” by Omar Apollo with tears streaming down my face, it’s probably full of mistakes (English is not my first language, no beta reader because it’s 2 fucking am and I should sleep like everybody else in my time zone instead of doing this DAMN!) so I beg your pardon, my brain is a mess right now.

Most of all, I hope you will like it, let me know! Thanks to anyone who will read this.

Archive tags: @pedrostories thank you so much for asking me to do it ♥️

You wake up in bed alone and you stretch your arm on the other side of the bed feeling it empty and cold.

Joel is out for work, meeting a big potential client who wants to renovate his huge mansion.

Obviously he has to try to get the job, but you feel like he's been forever away when he's only been gone for two days.

Your bed feels so large without him in it.

You grab his pillow to try to inhale his scent, just a little tiny bit of him that still lingers on it.

Your man smells amazing, even when he come home after a full day of working in a construction site you’re madly aroused by the minty, sweet, sweaty essence of him.

You don’t care that he’s covered in dust and rubble, you just throw yourself in his arms and take his mouth that rightfully belongs to you and only you and you feel so lucky and blessed to have him in your life.

You had so much troubles with your love life.

You’ve never been skinny, to begin with.

You always had a discomfort with your appearance, your friends were tiny and cute while you were just standing there being ignored.

You had a very almond mother that didn’t waste a chance to remind you how big you are, how much you need to take diet more seriously and become the skinny person every guy wants to marry.

You suffered from that until you were an adult and you could afford going to therapy.

It helped you a lot.

Embracing your body and shape was a long and difficult process but it was worth it.

You gained so much confidence and learned how to be kind to yourself.

But you still had difficulty with boys, growing up you learned to notice strange guys at first glance, after a series of failures with gym fanatics who wanted to change you, older men who wanted to control you and cowards who kept you hidden as if they were ashamed of you.

And then, one day, you met Joel.

While you were looking at him from the other side of the bar too shamed to do anything he walked towards you.

You immediately thought that he was coming to talk to your skinny friend that was with you but no.

He wanted to spoke to you.

That big strong man, broad chest and shoulders, wavy dark brown hair and eyes like the most delicious chocolate cake introduced himself and asked if you wanted something else to drink and the last thing you know you two were talking about everything for 3 hours straight, totally immersed in each other.

You barely noticed that your friend tap your shoulder to tell you that she was going home.

You mentally took a note to apologize profusely to her the following day but you really didn’t want to leave.

It felt too good to be with Joel, talking to him was so easy and he melted your heart in a way you didn’t experience in a long time.

You really didn’t want to give up on him.

You have so much in common with him and he made you laugh and you felt cute and confident and it really worked like magic.

He made sure to compliment your outfit and your hair and your pretty eyes and he made you feel so good about yourself.

You noticed the way he was smiling and looking so intensely at you, he was hungry and turned on by you.

You couldn’t believe that this handsome man was so into you but couldn’t ask for anything better.

You never really parted ways after that first night together, he was a perfect gentleman, took you home on his truck and he never tried to touch you until the two of you arrived at your door.

He was saying goodnight to you when you heard him whisper “oh fuck it” and he kissed you, no longer holding back. It was a perfect kiss, full of desire and passion and you could feel his need for more through his lips and the way his tongue found its way into your mouth.

You felt vulnerable and weak as if he really saw you, beyond appearances, beyond fences that you have built to defend yourself, in the most hidden part of yourself. And you didn’t mind feeling that way in front of a man, in front of him.

You knew it was right.

You could feel it in your bones.

You wanted to drag him inside the house but you stopped just in time before completely losing control.

“I don’t do this at first date, you know” you whispered in his ear while he was kissing your neck giving you shivers down your spine.

His mouth was eager and insatiable, nipping at your skin like he was starved, but again, he was a real gentleman and didn’t do anything you didn’t wanted.

He was fully respectful of your boundaries and conquered your heart with patience.

At your fifth date you were so thirsty for him that you couldn’t even get to the restaurant.

He knocked at the door dressed in dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and his chest in a way that drove you completely wild, you took his hand without saying a word and run to the bedroom dragging him with you with no shame whatsoever.

You didn’t care about manners, dinner that was booked the week before, whatever else that could delay that moment.

You just wanted him.

You felt safe with him and this made you even more horny.

He fucked you wildly and then cuddled with you in the sweetest way ever.

Your heart was full, your body soothed and your thirst quenched.

You moved in together after 6 months of the most fulfilling relationship you had ever had.

Joel has his flaws, he is stubborn, when he is angry he can barely speak and mutters under his breath, he doesn't know how to cook, he's messy and leaves his dirty socks on the carpet in the living room, sometimes he's way too protective and it drives you crazy the way he always tries to warn you off from everyone as if you're not used to assholes.

Minor things compared to how he makes you feel anyway.

When he loves, he loves deeply.

He showers you with compliments and nice gestures, he’s a grumpy with a heart of gold.

And he’s handsome. So handsome you can’t believe that he’s your man even if he makes sure to tell you how beautiful, smart and sexy you are everyday.

You yawn and finally decide to get up, you head to the kitchen and make yourself a coffee.

It’s Saturday and Joel is supposed to come home in a few hours.

After breakfast you do some chores and cleaning around the house.

You go to the supermarket to buy ingredients to make his favorite dinner.

And then you decide to take the afternoon to yourself, you take a long bath and relax in the tub listening to music lulled by the hot water and the scent of bubble bath.

Once out, you decide to wear the dress you wore on your first date with Joel.

You remember perfectly how he looked at you and you feel a shiver down your spine. You haven't worn it for a while and as soon as you put it on you discover that it is too tight on your breasts and hips. You know you've gained a few pounds since you've been with him, you're relaxed, you're happy, you don't care, but you really wanted to give him a perfect evening and this makes you nervous. You look in the mirror and fall back into all the negative thoughts about yourself. It's a fragile balance.

You're still navigating the middle of it, even though you're much better.

You take off the dress and put it back in the closet, hidden, where you can barely see it, hoping bad mood will pass even though you know it has completely ruined your day.

You start cooking, leaving the decision on what to wear until later.

You like cooking and have always been successful at it, your grandma shared all her recipes with you and teached you all her secrets.

Your mother just told you the calories in everything you cooked.

When everything is ready you go to get dressed, you stare at your clothes for what seems like an infinite amount of time, sighing. In the end you choose another dress, black, narrower at the waist and wider at the hips. It leaves your legs uncovered, it's not like the other one but it still suits you so you make the best of it.

You’re spraying yourself with your favorite perfume when you hear the keys turning in the lock and you instinctively run to the door.

As soon as he opens the door you don't even give him time to enter and you throw your arms around his neck.

“Hi sweetheart” he whispers in your ear as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tight against his chest “did you miss me?”

You can hear a little laugh in his voice as you reply “of course, I couldn't wait for you to come back”

You take his lips with urgency and just feeling his scruff brushing gently against your cheeks and your cupid bow makes you feel better.

He tastes sweet, he’s warm and familiar.

He never fails to make you whole.

When you're with him it feels like the world is turning right, like things are all falling into place, magically.

One look is enough for him to understand you.

His tongue makes room into your mouth so easily and intertwined with yours and you’re lost in his embrace.

When you finally part to take breath he’s grinning and watching at you with burning desire in his eyes.

“I missed you too. Let me see you, sweetie. I want to admire my beautiful babe in this dress”

You instantly feel better and do a pirouette laughing to make him look at you.

“Jesus, hun, it’s really amazing on you”

You walk up to him and give him a kiss on the hairless part of his beard, then take his lips again.

You moan into his mouth when his hands move to your ass, stroking it gently then squeezing it.

“I love your ass babe, so full and juicy and soft”

You whine at his praise, kissing his jawline and his neck.

You rest your face on his chest enjoying his warmth.

“It's amazing how you always make me feel better. I felt like crap a few hours ago." you murmur.

“Why, love, what happened?” you can clearly hear concern in his voice.

“I wanted to wear the dress I wore the first time we went out…but it's too tight now” you whisper, a little bit ashamed.

He cups your face with his hands, looking at you with sweetness.

An incredible sweetness that instantly melt your heart.

“Don’t be sad babe, a dress is just a dress, it doesn’t fit you anymore? Who cares. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I’m so lucky to have you”

You want to cry, but you don't, instead you take his lips back into yours, grateful to have a man like that by your side.

No one has ever made you feel more loved than him.

You kiss him intensely, so much that you're almost breathless, but it doesn't matter.

You feel his erection pressing against your thigh and you can't wait any longer, you even forget about dinner already being prepared and he doesn't seem worried either.

“Can we go to our bedroom already? I need you so bad, Joel” you pant against his skin.

“Whatever my love wants” and he take you by the hand “I definitely need to remind you how much I love you and how incredibly sexy and lovely you are. Come with me”

He takes you to your bedroom without stopping to hold your hand and makes you sit on the edge of the bed.

He looks you in the eyes as he caresses your cheek with his knuckles. It's incredible how delicate his big hands can be.

He trace the outline of your jaw with his fingertips never stop looking at you.

He then moves to your neck, placing his hand right under your ear, his fingers hidden in your hair.

He leans down to kiss your nose and your lips, so softly.

“Babe, you’re the most precious thing I have in my life, I don’t know what I would do without you”.

His voice is low, slightly hoarse, it surrounds you like a hug, it goes straight to your heart, every little intonation that characterizes it, how it glides over the vowels and caresses the consonants, his breathing, that warmth that emanates, that sense of familiarity and comfort, his sensitivity and his inner strength and his fragility that he is not afraid to show.

He lowers the straps of your dress and makes you stand up just for a moment to let it fall at your feet, sliding it over your hips.

He makes you lie down on the bed, while he also undresses, remaining in his boxers. He climbs onto the bed and lies down next to you.

“Never forget how gorgeous you are, please”

His hand slides over your breast, still covered by your bra, he searches for your nipple and takes it between his fingers, pinching and pulling it gently.

“I love your tits, so big and perfectly shaped” and he kisses you there. “I love your pretty face, and your smile and your sparkling eyes and your luscious lips.” Each word is followed by a kiss on the body part he just mentioned “And your silky hair. And this freckle right here. Above your upper lip. I would do nothing but kiss it all the time. I love the smell of your skin and your taste, so sweet.”

You can't believe he's doing this, he's literally worshipping every part of you.

“I love your incredibly sexy hips and thighs."

His lips move over you like velvet, like butterflies flapping their wings on your skin, so impalpable and yet so real.

“I love every inch of your body, especially those that seem too much to you. And of course I love your intelligence and how you laugh at my stupid jokes that never make anyone laugh. I love that you’re funny and sarcastic. I love the little wrinkle that comes between your eyebrows when you concentrate. I love the way you squint when I say something about my work that you don’t know. I love the way you look at me, I love hugging you and feeling your breathtaking body on mine.”

Joel isn't one for many words, he generally prefers action but now he's a river in flood and looks at you haunted.

It's an incredible feeling to have him all to yourself, to have the certainty of being able to trust him blindly, without the fear that he will turn out to be like everyone else you've been with.

No one has ever treated you this way before, with devotion, as if your body were a priceless treasure.

You yourself were mean to this body, you hated it, you tried to change it, you cursed it and cried because it didn't look like anyone else's when the only thing you wanted was to be like one of your friends.

Thin. Impeccable. Someone who fits any dress and who has never heard "we don't have your size". One who wasn't laughed at, treated like a joke, one who everyone looked up to, one whose face people didn't throw pies at and call a whale or a monster.

Joel knows all this. You told him. And everything he's ever tried to do is exactly the opposite of what they've always done to you.

An ode of love to you, to your body, to your soul.

He moves between your knees, settling at the end of the bed.

He leaves a trail of kisses along your inner thighs moving up and up towards your pussy, his beard deliciously rough on your skin.

He smiles at your already wet panties, at the unmistakable stain that spreads across the front.

You wore a cute white lacy pair with matching bra that he bought to you last Christmas.

You sigh in anticipation as he takes the time to stroke and tease your clit through the fabric with just one finger.

He then slides his fingers into the sides of your panties, he makes your hips rise slightly and takes them off, smiling at you.

You gasp as he buries his face between your legs kissing your folds so softly, he stick his tongue out and lick your lips and then part them with two fingers and kiss your clit.

You moan loudly and feel his smile widening on your skin, he’s so good at this and he knows that you love the way he does it.

He takes your clit in his mouth and suck gently.

“You’re so wet babe” and he kiss your lips again “so good for me, the perfect woman”

He teases your hole with his tongue, just the tip, while his thumb circle around your clit.

Nice and slow, a steady pace that makes you whimper against his face.

You grab his hair pushing him even more against your pussy, whining in pleasure.

You feel his beard crawling across your skin, you know it will redden your skin but you don't care, you don't care about anything now.

He continues to lick you, up and down and then back to your clit, his large hand splayed on your tummy.

You've always been ashamed of your tummy.

He adores it. He always tells you, he likes to touch it and he likes to kiss it and he loves that it’s so soft and fluffy.

He groans as you tug his hair and increases the pace, making his way into your hole with two of his thick fingers, stretching you and searching for the spongy spot that always makes you feel on fire.

You raise your head slightly to look at him and see his eyes staring at you mischievously and proudly, he likes looking at you, he doesn't want to miss a second of your pleasure.

He’s again on your clit with his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, you whine again and again more and more loudly.

He doesn’t stop.

“Joel I-” your voice cracks in an attempt to say something “God, I just can’t”

“Yes, you can, babe, just come for me, I want to feel it. Come all over my face”

you whine, squeeze his head between your thighs, your hand tucked in his hair “Joel!”

You feel a heat radiating inside you, your orgasm building as he gives you no respite.

“Come on baby, give it to me” he whispers softly on your skin.

And you do. You explode at his praise, at his begging for you to give him what he wants.

You pant loudly as he doesn't stop licking you until you calm down.

He comes back next to you and kisses you. You taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue, you're all over his face and it drives you crazy.

“Fuck me Joel. Fuck me now, please” your voice comes out almost desperate.

He looks at you, nodding without saying anything else, takes off his boxers and climbs on top of you, making you spread your legs to make room for himself. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it on your clit. Once, twice, three times, wetting it with your pleasure that slid down to your inner thighs.

“You want my cock, babe?”

You nod repeatedly looking at him with beg in your eyes.

“Tell me how much you want it”

“I want it, Joel. I want it so bad. Please”

He enters you effortlessly, even though he's big, much bigger than any man you've ever had.

“Always so tight for me, God, you’re so amazing”

He wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you up to sit on top of him, he’s sitting on his heels, his cock still inside you.

He kisses you deeply, his tongue licks hungrily into your mouth, he holds you tight against his chest, you moan into his lips feeling you totally enveloped by him, your arms around his neck, ruffling his hair, your thighs around his waist.

His cock burns in your center, he moves his hips to sink into you, deep.

You feel like you're one, you're totally drunk on him and it's an overwhelming thrill.

He fucks you like this, holding you close to him, each thrust harder and harder, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.

You fill your nostrils with his scent, his masculine unmistakable scent, the one you were missing this morning.

The scent that smells of home and comfort and caresses and the purest love you've ever felt.

It’s here now.

And it’s yours.

You end up hugging each other on the bed, tired but incredibly happy. You are still held in his arms as he whispers “I love you” into your hair.

You look up and look him in the eyes and you know it's true.

"I love you too.”

[ive-been-timebombed]

Wally’s anger issues

Birdflash

High chance of anger issues being showed wrong. Sorry if it is. Also ooc characters.

Wally knew he had anger issues, got them from his dad. Barely anyone else knew he had them. Good thing was Wally was good at hiding his anger.

He considered himself a master at calming down and hiding his anger. But when he and Dick were being yelled at for something he couldn’t control because an adult was stressed and decided yelling at teenagers was a good calming method. He was angry and it showed.

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Wally was glaring at the ranting hero in front of him. It was Green Arrow who had to save the team on a mission because something went awry. But of course Kid Flash and Robin were at the crime scene both about to be seriously injured if it wasn’t for the arrow that stopped the villain in time.

Oliver was of course stressed. He almost saw two kids die right in front of him with him being only yards away. So he started taking it out of the kids. He knew he shouldn’t be yelling at the two. They’re still kids and still learning but god damn it they scared the shit out of him. So he was yelling.

“You two are the most reckless idiotic kids! Why would you two think going into the main control room with no backup was a good idea?.!” Oliver kept on only stopping to take breaths before he went back to pacing in front of the two ranting.

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Dick had stopped listening to the hero a while ago. He learned to tune people out when he was younger so it came easy to him. He was just staring at the pacing man bored. Letting the other get his energy out.

Dick glanced over at him friend a grin on his face about to joke about the situation. When he saw the tightness of KF’s jaw. The vibrating on KF’s fist and his eye twitching glaring at the hero with unknown anger.

He stepped over and nudged his friend making the other look at him. Dick looked at him in question with a tilt of his head. Wally took a deep breath and seemingly calmed down. He didn’t look at Oliver the rest of the hero’s rant. Staring blankly at the wall.

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Wally hated it. He hated having to watch idiots do something he could do in seconds but wasn’t allowed because “he would mess it up”. He knew his chemistry, science, anything that his uncle taught him.

But he was a kid. And he wasn’t an expert in chemical formulas. The only thing they were doing was pissing him off. Not to mention shutting up the only person in the room who knew what a fucking reactant and product was.

Wally was sitting by the wall watching Superman stare at the screen that held the chemical formula for fear gas.

The mission was for the JL to get to a villain gang that stole other villains things and played it off as theirs. The mission required Batman, Superman, Flash and Green Arrow. They needed the brains of Batman, the power of Superman, the speed and knowledge of Flash, and the marksmanship of Green Arrow. Sadly, Batman was distracted with tracking down the villains and Flash was passed out by taking a hammer to the face. Which, Wally would like to point out, did not laugh only merely chuckle.. a lot and loudly. Green Arrow was fanning Flash off having nothing to do.

The only reason Wally was there was because of his uncle and Batman. Barry suggested that Wally come along as Wally was better at chemistry than Barry. Wally seriously doubted that. Batman agreed and allowed Wally to join. Both Green Arrow and Superman were hesitant at taking a kid to the mission. They had Barry they didn’t need to endanger a kid for the sake of the mission they said.

And now look at them. Superman was struggling with a simple antidote for fear gas. Wally knew it. Wally had the formula forced into his head when Batman realized that he’d come over to visit Robin with or without permission. Batman took precautions and gave Wally a crash course in Gotham about what to do and what not to do.

“You know I could just-“ Wally pushed himself off the wall looking at Superman.

“No, sit back down Kid Flash. This is way to dangerous for you” Superman interrupted before looking back hearing Barry’s heartbeat speed up. Indicating that he was waking up.

“Ugh.. my head hurts.” Barry groaned sitting up rubbing his head, “what’s going on? Why are we still in here?”

“Well, Superbrains here can’t figure out science so we were waiting for you to wake up.” Green Arrow spoke behind Flash standing up

“Me? What happened to Wally!.?” Barry hurriedly stood up before noticing his nephew by the wall slumped down with a glare on his face.

“He’s fine, been a bit moody after we told him to back down when he tried to touch the chemicals,” Green Arrow shrugged walking past Barry to stand next to Superman, “You should work on his ego. He was snappy after we shooed him away from the computer,”

“What? Why would you shoo him away? He knows this stuff better than I do?” Barry asked watching as Wally sped to him stopping beside him. He put a hand on Wally’s shoulder noticing how pissed off Wally looked.

“Wait, you were serious about that? We thought you were just playing up the kid’s ability” Green Arrow asked glancing to the teen then to the computer with a guilty looking super in front of it.

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Wally noticed how whenever he had food and it was stolen by someone that wasn’t Robin he got indescribably angry. He didn’t know why it was only Dick that didn’t make him mad but he was okay with it. Most people knew not to mess with a speedsters food, they needed it after all. Dick barely took food from him if he did it was usually just a few chips or a bite. Wally didn’t mind that he knew he could always get more.

But for some reason Roy didn’t get that. He would take a whole bag of chips out of his hand and sit down right in front of him eating it with a cheeky smile. Usually he had another snack on him so he could calm himself down with it.

But this time Wally was on his last bag of chips and he hadn’t ate in a hour so he was starved. But just as he was about to take the first bite it was snatched out of his hands along with the chip. Wally’s first instinct was to grab at the person who took his snack.

Wally grabbed Roys arm glaring up at him as Roy shoved a chip in his mouth,

“Hey, Walls! Just enjoying my snack here. Don’t mind me!” Roy grinned shaking the bag like it was his.

“Roy that’s my last bag. I haven’t ate in an hour. I’m hungry. Give it back.” Wally said his voice calm but his face blank.

Wally was seeing red, he really was hungry and he was really mad. He wished there weren’t consequences for kicking someone but someone could wish. But at that moment Wally really didn’t care for the consequences he was just angry and wanted to take it out on something. He’d go to the training room or even go for a run but he was hungry and didn’t have the energy.

“Give what back? This is my snack! I brought it from home-“ Roy teased unknowing about the storm growing in Wally.

Wally was about to say something his grip tightening for a moment before it loosened by a voice,

“KF! Guess what!” Robin stormed in rushing to his best friend. He jumped and tackled both of them off the couch. They landed in a heap on the floor Robin on top of Wally and Wally on his back looking up at Robin with a strange normal.

“Rob! What’s up? Did you finally convince Batgirl to go on a date?” Wally asked a grin growing on his face his anger completely dissipated at the sight of his friend. Now ignoring the slight lump at the thought of Batgirl and Robin.

“No.. but I did manage to convince B to give me his credit card! We can go get whatever we want! Maybe we can go out and get food then you can run us to France so we can hang out!” Robin stood up dragging up Wally with him a grin on his face.

“Oh how cool! I’m so hungry! I haven’t ate in an hour!” Wally followed Robin out the room leaving Roy alone with chips he didn’t even like. He just wanted to annoy Wally.. now he’s craving bread.

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“Nightwing! Do you know what happened with the Justice League?.!” A reporter shoved a microphone into Nightwings face. Wally, who was still Kid Flash, stepped in front on Nightwing glaring down at the reporter.

“Haven’t we told you guys! We aren’t answering questions right now-“ Wally said annoyed.

Both he and Nightwing just got off a mission from Canada. A hero based there needed help and Rob had asked Wally to bring him to Canada. Turns out it was a good thing Wally had came along. There was a villain who had set up markers around the place and if they didn’t find all of them in time the towns would have been wiped out. Wally was a great help in getting around and getting all the markers in time.

However, it was a stressful day for the two men so they just wanted to go home. Or to Nightwing’s apartment where Wally could crash as he was too tired to run to Key Stone. In reality Wally wanted to hang out with his friend just a bit longer. Rob was having a horrible year. His younger brother died and the emotionally unstable man didn’t inform Dick till the funeral passed. Actually the man didn’t inform him at all. He had to find out by someone offering their condolences to him.

“Nightwing! Can you tell us what’s happening in Gotham right now? Is it true that Robin is dead? Is Gotham-“ Another reporter shoved a camera and microphone in Nightwings face. They were interrupted by a red gloved hand grabbing the camera lens and shoving out off Nightwings face.

Wally couldn’t believe the balls the damn reporters had. Asking that to Nightwing? In front of him? They were lucky if they could walk after he was done with them. Wally was about to step forward when an all too familiar hand grabbed his shoulder pulling him back and resting their head on the back of his neck.

“KF.. bring me home please.?” Dicks quiet voice wasn’t heard by anyone else besides Wally.

Wally turned to the reporter who was looking at him with a scandalized look that he had the guts to grab there camera that was playing live and push it away. Wally glared at them and turned around picking up Nightwing who wrapped his legs around Wally and ran off in a flash of yellow lightning.

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‘Faster!’

‘Don’t stop!’

‘Get to Rob!’

‘Get to him! Help him!’

‘Ignore the pain!’

‘Ignore the hunger!’

‘Run!’

‘Run faster and go!’

Those were the last thoughts that were running through Wally’s head before he was blinded by the bright white and then the pain in his legs. Then he felt the cold of the snow under his hands and legs.

“Ow- ow- ow- fuck!” Wally collapsed in the snow. The biting cold was a welcome feeling from the shock of the speed force. The speed force was like a never ending tunnel that even if he turned in any direction it would end nor change. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t know what would happen if he stopped but the over whelming gut feeling of don’t made him not want to find out. The never ending blur of white, yellow, blue, and sometimes red was blinding. The speed force was continuously feeding him energy with hits of lightning. The energy bursts were good but they hurt. The only thing that kept his mind from deteriorating was the idea of getting back to his Robin. He couldn’t leave his Birdy alone. He was sad! His brother died not even a few weeks ago! He needed to be there for him.

“Oh my god- my feet hurt! I’m hungry. I miss Rob. Rob! Where is he?” Wally felt like he was speaking too fast for even himself. Like his mind was merely a text he read thousands of time that he could say word for word. It was too fast and too slow at the same time. It was hard to think of anything else than Dick.

Wally struggled to sit up, his legs shook and his arms felt like jello. But he managed to hold himself up just in time to see the two streaks of color running at him. They were slower than he remembered. He could even count the amount of times their feet hit the ground before they skidded to a stop in front of him.

“Wally!” Barry couched down in from of Wally a hand on the others face like he was making sure the other was the real one. Bart, or impulse or from the looks of it Kid Flash. Was sitting to the right of Wally on their knees a hand on Wally’s back helping with holding him up.

“Hey, cool suit. Looks as good as if I designed it.” Wally’s voice was unused and gravely. But that didn’t stop him from teasing the kid.

“Wally! Your back! I thought I would just continue the hero name like Robin! But-“ Bart was cut off by Wally’s shaky hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine- keep it. Uncle B, my face hasn’t changed that much right?” Wally looked forward at the man who was staring at him. Then Wally was surrounded by the older man’s arms. Wally relaxed into the hug. Soon the younger speedster also joined in on the hug just before Superman along with a kid how looked just like him showed up.

__________

Wally was sitting in the medical cot. He was bored and he couldn’t stop thinking. Everything was so much slower and time dragged on. He had already got to have a heart felt reunited with his Aunt Iris and the other heroes. But he hasn’t seen his Robin yet.

Wally was tired of being treated like a glass doll. It made him angry. He wanted his best friend! He wanted to get out of this boring room! He wanted to go fast without the pain and with the freedom! He wanted to confess- okay. He didn’t think he could do that.. he just got back.. he knew he had been gone for almost two years. Did Dick even remember him? Was he still Dicks best friend? Did Dick change? Was Dick okay?

He needed answers! And a way to calm down! He noticed he got angered easier and even more violent with his anger. Not that he admitted that.

Wally was tired of watching the same thing over and over again. The TV in the corner of the room only had a cartoon and the news. Wally, as a grown man, watched the cartoon of course. Then he realized it was just a replay of the same cartoon after the third round. Then he turned on the News.

“-udhaven’s vigilante, Nightwing, is on the scene! Nightwing looks to be injured and barely dodging hits!” A woman called a microphone in her face. The video beside the woman was from a helicopter it was blurry but it showed a fight between a giant mechanical robot and Nightwing! His Rob was okay! Mostly okay.. Rob could dodge those hits easily. He and Rob trained a lot and his reaction speed was the best of the best. Due to training with a speedster.

Wally couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His best friend was fighting robots injured and no one was helping. Wally knew he shouldn’t be doing this but he got up and took a glance at the TV before he speed out the door.

He borrowed one of his uncles suits. It was one that had the top cut off showing Wally’s red hair. He didn’t know where Barry got it but it was his exact size. Wally then ran to the Zeta Tubes and hoped his code still worked.

To his surprise it did and he was transported to Earth. Now all he had to do was find his Robin.

______

Nightwing knew he wasn’t doing well. He stopped taking care of himself after Wally died. No. Went missing. After Wally went missing he ignored his friends and only got back in touch with his family because of how persistent Tim was.

His apartment was a mess, old moldy food, dirty clothes, just a mess. He couldn’t be bothered to clean. It wasn’t like anyone would come over any more. Not like he had a reason to even be- he should stop thinking.

Nightwing dodged a giant metal fist that hit the ground making the concrete crack. It was slower than he normally would but he blamed that on the injury and not the lack of food or sleep. He needed to get to the controller. The man that was making his creation do this. He was standing on a concrete bench laughing at Nightwing like it was a video game.

Nightwing was about to dodge again when a blur of red rushed to the controller and slammed into him. Making the man hit the ground with the remote and a crack.

At first Nightwing thought it was Barry. He knew Barry came to check up on him as a favor for Wally. Helped out when he could. But Barry wasn’t that violent and the streak wasn’t yellow so it wasn’t kid flash. Not his kid flash. No matter the many times Dick had smiled at the sight of the suit only to realize his friend was dead.

The man that had body slammed the other to the ground making the robot stop moving and the helicopter in the air go silent beside the wind. He had red hair sticking out the top.. like Wally. Green eyes.. like Wally.. the freckles that stuck out at the revealed skin on their face was exactly the same as Wally’s. His Kid Flash.

The maybe Wally turned to Nightwing who was frozen staring at the other. He held up a hand and did an awkward wave reminiscent of the same wave Wally did when they first met. Nightwing stumbled forward his mouth open in a silent plea.

Wally rushed forward and pulled Dick up and held him. Dick almost desperately put his hands on Wally’s face looking at the freckles Dick saw every day in his nightmares.

“W- Wa. KF.?” Nightwing only just remembered the helicopter that probably had audio. He spoke desperate and like he was trying to speak softly.

“Hey Rob, no one tell you I was back? Guess that’s why you didn’t visit me in the watchtower,” Wally teased he was holding Dick gently. He didn’t know where he was injured but he didn’t want to aggravate the injury more.

“Really.? You’re back.? How long?” Dick wrapped his arms around Wally’s neck pulling the other in a tight hug. He shoved his face in the speedsters neck savoring the scent he missed.

“ ‘bout a week. Was never dead to begin with. Was stuck in the speed force,” Wally felt normal again. Like his brain wasn’t going two hundred miles too fast. He missed how the other melted into hugs. The warmth and realness of himself.

“I knew it.. they didn’t believe me..” Dick mumbled against the others neck. Tightening his grip on the other as he heard the sound of other heroes coming to the scene.

Wally did as well, he knew if he was caught by the heroes especially his uncle he’d be put in the room again. And the slight chance Dick wasn’t gonna be allowed in. Wally picked Dick up the others legs wrapping around just like they used to and Wally was off. He knew he got faster he didn’t know how much faster so he tried to keep it slow for Robin.

Wally just inside the other’s apartment. The first thing he noticed was the smell. Then it was Dick seemingly falling into himself. Lastly he noticed the mess of an apartment it was. Wally almost gaged at the sight before him, but didn’t cause the one living in it was still holding onto him.

Oh it made Wally angry. Why the fuck was Dick living in this. Why had no one came and checked up on him. What the fuck was wrong with people. Dick lost his younger brother then his only support in less then a year then god knows what and people didn’t come check up on him? He.. he was so gonna yell at Bruce.

“Dick, I’m gonna set you down. Okay?” Wally said gently setting the others legs on the ground having to bend slightly as the others arms didn’t budge.

“Wally.. Wally.. I’m sorry-“ Dick lifted his head up tears growing in his eyes,

“Oh no, no. You don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about.” Wally comforted the other cutting them off at the word sorry. He felt the others arms loosen so he took that chance and slipped out his speed already effecting him. He looked around and grimaced before he started to speed clean.

It wasn’t the best, but the moldy stuff and the gunk was gone. He had new sheets,, it was the best he could do before he got hungry which he then ran out and collected food brought it back set it on the now clean table and went back to Dick. He stood in front of him as he slowed down the world seemingly moving again. Dick stumbled now hugging thin air before looked up and lunged at Wally again. Wally wrapped his arms around the other resigned to being hugged for a while.

___________

Wally was standing in front of Batman, and the rest of the league. He was in civies after the suit was taken away. He glared at Bruce the man he used to look up to till he saw the what he let Dick drown in.

“Wallace, You didn’t have permiss-“ Batman started before he was interrupted by Wally,

“Are you stupid? Or just plain ignorant?” Wally crossed his arms trying to ran in his anger.

Batman didn’t respond only narrowing his eyes at Wally. The rest of the league stared at the two with shook. Barry almost melting in his seat.

“When I found Nightwing he was injured fighting alone in a fight he wasn’t gonna win. Then I took him back to his apartment only to find the place a mess. Moldy food, dirty clothes, trash, bugs everywhere. How could you let your son live in that? Did you ever check up on him? He was putting himself in an early grave because of how depressed he was. You’re his father? Least you call yourself that, then why didn’t you check on your son?” Wally ranted, the league having a mixed reaction, some shocked, others angry. Batman was silent not an emotion on his face.

Wally knew he had anger issues, got them from his dad. But he didn’t use his anger like his dad. He used it to chew out Batman after finding his best friend, not crush. He’s a grown man crushes are for kids, living in his depression house. He used it to defend his loved ones and he’d do it again in a heartbeat. Sure, barely anyone knew he had them and he was good at hiding it. But he’d freely punch Batman in the face again any day.

[plutoccult]

BRINGING THEM TO THANKSGIVING (PART TWO)

characters: reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, levi ackerman, erwin smith, and hange zoe (gender neutral pronouns for hange!)

description: headcanons on taking your favorite aot characters home to your family for thanksgiving.

read part one here

author’s note: hello! thank you for all the love on the first part of these headcanons. from my love all mine blowing up to also part one of the thanksgiving headcanons, i’m over the moon. i hope these headcanons are just as good, and happy (early) thanksgiving to those who celebrate! maybe i’ll do something christmas related in the future? in the meantime, i’m working on the next part of my haikyuu x the office au, and i hope more people will check it out! <3

REINER BRAUN:

— listen, i love this man, but he’s a mess. he wants to impress your family so bad! it’s so bad that he’s so in his head that he can’t even focus on having a good time. it’s not until you have a little talk with him in private and insist he let loose and try to have fun that he evades his overthinking head.

— despite his mess of a brain, he’s a total catch in the eyes of your grandmother and aunties. they think he’s a total HOTTIE! they can’t believe you bagged him, but at the same time are so impressed. you can’t help but roll your eyes at such comments while reiner has a hard time believing he’s that attractive.

— even if he’s not as tall as bertholdt, he’s still so tall, but has a better time navigating his stature as compared to his much taller best friend. your little cousins are quite amazed by his build, and he basically puts all the men in your family to shame in terms of muscle. good for you, honestly.

— at dinnertime, he feels more at ease and not as nervous when it came to making a good impression. he already left a positive mark on thanksgiving, and that mark continued throughout the rest of the night. everyone sure had no problem making sure that big boy was fed and was thrilled how much he loved everything. all in all, a success.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER:

— bertholdt is such a shy man!! my god!! he’s worse than reiner in terms of nervousness! no wonder they make such a great pair, they’re both wrecks. but bertholdt is sweaty, beet red mess when he walks through the door, and he can only pray no one notices and you don’t scold him for it (which you never would, but he can’t help but think you’ll do it anyway).

— he’s immediately overwhelmed by everyone greeting him all at once, a million words overlapping on another, and you have to tell everybody to call down and not scare him off right off the bat. bertholdt wouldn’t know what he’d do without you, really.

— honestly, take a shot every time someone mentions how tall bertholdt is. you’d be dead from alcohol poisoning before dinnertime, so don’t even try it. but seriously, everyone is so in awe of his height, it’s insane. you’re sometimes tempted to joke he’s not done yet growing just to make everyone sweat a little, but you don’t want to make your man even more flustered than he already is.

— unfortunately, bertholdt is too ridden with anxiety to properly eat his dinner, even if the small bites he ate were absolutely delicious. luckily for both of you, you get to take leftover plates home! the next day, he devoured his leftovers and ended up eating your plate too, but you weren’t mad. at least he enjoyed your family’s cooking in a place where he felt comfortable; at home with you.

LEVI ACKERMAN:

— you almost didn’t want to bring levi to thanksgiving. not because you didn’t want him to meet your family, but because he seemed so iffy on the subject of thanksgiving in the past. but, when you decided to take a chance and ask him about it, he was—much to your surprise—far more than willing to come along with you and even suggested the two of you bring a dish for the occasion (secretly because it was the one thing he could trust to eat).

— the two of you arrive, and you swore levi’s resting serial killer face would be the ultimate death of the holiday. your mother almost jumped when she opened the door and met levi’s piercing gaze, but was thankfully put at ease when he politely handed her the casserole he made with a soft smile. he was even nice enough to give her reheating instructions too. what a king.

— levi shockingly has a soft spot for children. you didn’t know that about him until now when you saw him cradling your baby niece in his arms with ease while she napped peacefully. the sight almost brought you to tears, seriously.

— even if levi didn’t have much of a family growing up, he could find solace in yours, secretly in his mind hoping he could always have things be this way. you were happy to see him happy, even if he had his own quirky ways of showing it, and you were so glad to have taken the leap to invite him to thanksgiving this year.

ERWIN SMITH:

— YOUR HONOR. i’m about to get oddly passionate about this for some reason, but hear me OUT. erwin is literally THEE man you want to bring home to meet your family. so serious. he’s every parent’s dream son-in-law. a father can only hope their child brings home someone like him, and luckily, you did!

— he’s such a charmer, oh my god. he just exudes bde, i’m not sorry (this is crazy coming from me, who was never a huge fan of erwin). he instantly wins over your family. you can’t even be shocked because he does this with every single person he meets, even you, who was swooned upon first meeting.

— he’s good with all the kids, just showing how more perfect he truly is, if that’s even humanly possible. everyone can’t stop talking about how awesome your man is, and you actually are proud of yourself for that. it’s about time you bagged an absolute 10 out of 10.

— when all is said and done, nobody wants him to go, they want him to stay forever! but don’t worry, he’ll come around for christmas, new year’s, and every other holiday after that.

HANGE ZOE:

— ah, my precious hange. they have their quirks, but that’s what makes them so wonderful, and that’s also why you fell for them in the first place. you can only hope your family falls for hange just like you did.

— honestly, hange just lights up the room. their presence has an instant effect on everyone, and some would argue the holiday for better once you two walked in together.

— i imagine hange talks about their inventions to your parents, showing examples of their previous work. it’s all impressive, really. you’ve got a real smarty pants on your hands, and your parents sure are happy about it! they’re just glad you’re not with someone who’s boring.

— they’re a total child at heart, not in a bad way. hange will play with the little ones as if they’re a kid themselves. they’ll even give out piggyback rides but with a little twist. the twist? bouncing around whilst a child is on their shoulders. thankfully, no one throws up.

— during dinner, hange probably thinks of good thanksgiving themed inventions and politely asks to write their ideas down on their phone since there’s a strict no phone rule at the dinner table. thankfully, your family can make an exception… as long as they’re mentioned in hange’s success story.

© plutoccult / 310802. please do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my content in or outside of tumblr. reblogs are appreciated <3

[awkward-walking-potato]

Yayy!! Requests!! Okay I don’t know if you’ve seen Stranger Things or not, so I’ll just rapid explain what I’m thinking of.

Deadpool x reader where it’s enemies to lovers. They are in the car (I see Wade being a passenger princess, so I like to imagine the reader is the one driving… your choice obvi), and they are in a full-fledged argument. Just completely bashing one another, insane insults… stuff like that. And then, Logan in the back seat is slowly losing his mind over the idiocy of these two (I like to imagine Peter sitting next to him too like in his own little world, drinking a juice box or something) before he just snaps and basically tells them what that bartender said when Wade went to recruit him earlier.

Hopefully this sparks some inspo 😁✨ if not that’s totally okay!!

(If you haven’t seen the show or the scene I’m talking about… I do highly recommend at least watching the clip. It’s actually very entertaining)

Insults on Wheels

The roar of the engine was loud enough to wake the dead, but it was nothing compared to the verbal onslaught happening in the front seat.

“You seriously think you’re the brains of this operation?” you snapped, eyes flicking between the road and the insufferable man beside you. “Your idea of strategy is just shooting everyone and hoping one of them was the bad guy!”

“Oh please,” Wade shot back, adjusting his seat like the passenger princess he was. “At least I do something! What’s your grand plan? Give the bad guys a stern talking-to? Maybe knit them a cozy sweater to show you mean business?”

You tightened your grip on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to swerve into oncoming traffic. “You know what, Wade? Maybe if you spent half as much time actually fighting as you do running your mouth, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Right, because your brilliant move of not hitting the gas when we had the chance really paid off, huh?” Wade said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Next time, how about you just let me drive? You can stick to doing what you do best—nothing.”

“Oh, you think you could drive this car better?” you scoffed. “Last time you tried, you almost got us both killed because you were too busy checking yourself out in the rearview mirror!”

“That was one time!” Wade defended himself, slapping his hand on the dashboard. “And I looked great!”

Meanwhile, in the backseat, Logan sat with his arms crossed, a permanent scowl etched on his face. His knuckles were turning white as he clutched the seat, every muscle in his body tense. Next to him, Peter was entirely oblivious, sipping on a juice box, staring out the window as if this was the most normal day in the world.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” you snapped, shooting Wade a death glare.

“Impossible? Sweetheart, I’m the full package—brains, brawn, and a sense of humor. It’s not my fault you’re too dense to appreciate it.”

Before you could fire back, Logan let out a low growl, a warning sign that he was about to lose it.

But Wade, being Wade, just kept pushing. “You should be thanking me. Without me, you’d be—”

“DEAD! We know! You never shut up about it!” you interrupted, your patience wearing thin.

“Oh, and you’re so modest, aren’t you? Let me guess, it was your plan that got us into this mess?”

“That’s because someone had to think things through!”

“Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t so—”

Logan finally snapped. “ENOUGH!” he roared, making both you and Wade jump in your seats.

Dead silence filled the car. Even Peter stopped sipping his juice box, eyes wide as he turned to look at Logan.

“I swear to God,” Logan growled, leaning forward between the seats. “If I have to listen to one more second of this bullshit, I’m gonna pop my claws and end this car ride for good. You two wanna keep arguing, be my guest. But I’ll tell you what Weasel said when Wade tried recruiting me: ‘You two are so full of crap, you’re practically fertilizer. Now either kiss and make up or get the hell out of my bar!’”

You blinked, stunned into silence. Wade, for once, had nothing to say.

“And for the record,” Logan added, his voice a low rumble, “You both suck at driving.”

The car was quiet after that, the tension still thick but muted by Logan’s outburst. You and Wade exchanged glances, both of you too stubborn to apologize but too shocked to continue the fight.

Peter went back to his juice box, the sound of his slurping the only noise in the now eerily silent vehicle.

Finally, Wade broke the silence. “So… does this mean we’re not stopping for chimichangas?”

“Shut up, Wade,” you both said in unison, and for the first time, there was a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

Maybe Logan was right. Maybe you were both full of crap. But you had to admit, the arguing was kind of fun.

[urhoneycombwitch]

U just haaaaad to go and make another eddie for me to be feral over didn’t you? I need to know everything about roommate eddie pls 🤲🏻

IM IN LOVE W HIM TOO. thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak on it bc I have an origin story for roommate!Eddie with nowhere to go… until now 😈 here’s my other blurb of him btw linking in case others wanna see!! 🫶

so in this nebulous roommates!au, I’m imagining you’re besties with Robin. Eddie is besties with Steve. and of course since Robin and Steve are Ultimate Besties (in every world. in every universe.) they plot to get their respective Others together somehow. like, you’re offbeat and fun and so is Eddie!! should work out great right?

wrong. u and Eddie just don’t hit it off. you think he’s too loud and brash and godforbid he gets more than one beer in him ‘cuz he’ll be pulling you to the dance floor or making his own and embarrassing the everloving shit out of you. and he thinks you need to loosen up and get out of your head, which he decides is his new job that he takes VERY seriously.

eventually Steve and Robin stop trying to force it and yours and Eddie’s relationship just turns into casual frenemies. (a la Harry Met Sally) like, ah yes, You Again. the best friend of my best friend’s best friend 😒 you’ll hang out casually at various house parties and bars but always with a buffer, otherwise you’ll be at each other’s necks with (mostly) playful arguments and hot debates.

and it seems CRAZY at first that you’re gonna live in the same space but holy shit rent is so expensive in the Big City where you all moved to and it mind as well be with someone you know. you’re really worried about the set up but Eddie turns out to be real responsible with monthly payments and has a general respect for shared spaces (his own room is a black hole and it baffles you that he manages to have so many successful one night stands in that hell pit but you’re never in there so who cares.) plus it helps to have a man around fr, to spook the landlord into doing his job 👹 and also to fix things! and to give you lifts to work! and share snack duty! you find a rhythm and it’s great.

the night that he falls for you tho? you’re at group karaoke 3-shots deep and pick a cheesy Beatles song just to piss him off. simpering over your shoulder while you croon into the microphone, giving him a one-man-show that you hope triggers an earworm and irritates for days to come 💖 but actually he’s gripping his beer for dear life on the nearby barstool getting hit with the sickening realization of being in love. like oh fuck, this is bad. I cannot be falling for my pal’s pal. whom I also live with. what a fucking mess.

the night you fall for him? a second date goes sideways and you have no one else to call but Eddie. he fully leaves the solo gig he was about to play because you sounded so upset over the phone (doesn’t tell u that, tho!) and he could be a total asshole about it when he picks you up on the street corner but he absolutely isn’t. chews out your date, tho, with a viciousness that both delights and scares you. makes you a proper meal at home and wraps a strong arm around you on the couch and watches your favorite romcom and laughs at all the parts you laugh at. and you’re pressed up all close, wheels spinning in ur brain, unknowingly going through the exact same thought process Eddie had about a month earlier. Oh No. He’s My Bestie. Whom I Live With. This Cannot Possibly End Well.

aaaaand that about brings us up to canon speed, thus far! you and Eddie date around and have sex in your shared apartment but NOT with each other and if sometimes you get off to the sounds he makes when he’s fucking someone else and if sometimes he gets off to the noises of you in the shower well … no one’s business 🙂‍↔️

like why are u even asking about something soooo personal. like Robin you don’t get it it’s not like that I just wanna be near him all the time. that’s normal and what friends do. no, Steve, you’re not listening, we look at each other’s nudes as buddies. sorry you don’t understand how friendships work 🙄

(Robin and Steve have to set up weekly debriefs to compare notes and make sure they’re not going fucking crazy)

[ovaryacted]

NOW HOLD ON, HOLD ON, HOLD ON, YOURE ONTO SOMETHING WITH BRAT LEON

I know it sounds strange to think of Leon as a brat because he's a grown-ass man and it seems taboo. But when you're a heavy switch who is a brat when they're a sub and who's into femdom and brat taming (aka me) you'd be surprised how common it can be when the brattiness is subtle. But let me walk you through my thought process real quick.

Leon has always been put in the position of being dominant as a means of survival. He had to prove to other people that he can be taken seriously, that he isn't just a pretty face but also has a brain and skills that don't leave him out to be seen as a piece of meat. At least past RE2, he'd have to force himself to be macho especially when he's forced into military service despite being the complete opposite internally.

So, when he's able to have a safe space to explore those things, he'll be more comfortable being submissive. Just turning his brain off and letting someone else be in charge so it isn't him calling the shots for once. The thing is, there will be times when you'd have to fight him to be submissive because he's stubborn and he likes getting on your nerves.

It'll start off with talking back, with the constant sarcastic one-liners he'll say mid-conversation. Other times, he'll interrupt you, or question you more often just to see the way your jaw will tighten and your eye will twitch. He does it on purpose, because he knows what he's signing himself up for in the end. He wants the punishment and wants to see you dom him completely.

"You really want to talk to me like that?", you'd tell him as a warning, and he'd only smirk. "What? I can't talk to you now?", Leon would reply back, voice dripping in sarcasm, and you hate it.

If you command him to do something, he'll either do it slowly or in the way you didn't specify, which I think is the obvious answer.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?", you yanked his head from where he currently sucked at your pussy, seeing the sneaky hand jerking at his throbbing cock. "You didn't, but I wasn't in the mood to listen", Leon didn't stop pumping, hair a mess and eyes completely fucked out as he gave you a grin.

The way that I see it, Leon would have fun being a brat, it's a dynamic I can see being brought out if he doesn't want to be outright submissive. Again, this is all coming from my own perception of him that he's stubborn and doesn't take shit seriously, so it would reflect whenever he's in the mood to do something like this.

[formulapookie]

"When's the last time you slept?" and Bezzetti 💓 i love it every time you post a prompt list <3

Bez has been running solely on caffeine and monster for the past week.

He had eaten a toast with some ham just once every two days not to die.

And one would argue he’s crazy, or just an addict if they didn’t know the reason behind such behaviour.

Since Cele crashed in Misano and hurt his head he hasn’t left the hospital.

Not even to go home and shower, he took advance of the one in his boyfriend’s hospital room, asking Pecoc to bring him a change of clothes.

Cele had told him to go back home, sleep there, and come back in the morning.

But Bez has refused categorically to do any of that.

“No, you never know maybe the doctor has something important to say and you’re asleep and I’m not there what happens then?”

“Bez nothing’s gonna happen I’m ok they just need to keep me here to check - ”

“Check that everything’s still alright and you don’t have damage to your brain I know that’s why I’m here I can’t- Cele if something is not alright I can’t be away if they say it ok?”

“Bez. I’m ok. I’m gonna be out of here in two days maximum. Go home please it’s not healthy. Have you eaten something?”

“Uh Monster?”

Cele looks at him, admonishing gaze on.

“The Vale one? It’s basically like eating a fucking orange Cele”

“No! It’s not like eating anything in the slightest Marco!”

“Ugh Cele I don’t care Im staying here”

By three in the afternoon Bez had consumed two more coffees and a three cans of monster, and Cele is beginning to get seriously worried.

The man has heavy eye bags, dark circles under his eyes, he’s beginning to confuse things, he almost fainted today from exhaustion.

Cele knows he hasn’t been going home to sleep but- has he even been sleeping at all?

He gets his answer when Bez is bringing him a little something from the cafeteria and almost falls asleep while walking to him.

“Marco! Fucking hell sit down are you ok? You spilled coffee on your arm did you burn yourself? Are you ok? I’m calling the nurse Christ sake”

Cele pushes the call button and hears a little run in the corridor.

“Im sorry. Sorry I’m a mess sorry I didn’t mean to Cele fuck. I spilled the coffee I ruined your breakfast I’m gonna grab another sorry”

“Marco. Would you stop apologising?”

“No no I’m being a fucking mess I can’t do anything right! Yesterday I got your dinner wrong when have you ever eaten broccoli? I’m sorry I’m gonna grab another coffee”

The nurse arrives and Cele manages to explain Bez probably burned himself with hot coffee and should get checked.

“No no I’m ok he’s the one under treatment not me. I’m ok I just - fuck”

Bez collapses on the chair next to Cele’s bed, eyes unfocused and limbs practically jelly.

The nurse calls for a colleague, she brings in something like electrolytes or some shit.

“Amore. Amore thane those come on”

Bez shakes his head, he tries to stand up but the nurses hold him down.

“Let me go grab the coffee please he wants a coffee”

“Marco Bezzecchi”

He stills, he doesn’t think Cele ever called his full name in his life.

“You are going to remain seated, let the nurses check if you’re burnt, take the damn electrolytes and answer a question”

It’s commanding and Bez is way too weak right now to protest.

The nurses check on him, he doesn’t listen to what they say, just takes the stupid things they give him.

They could be more useful to Cele he thinks.

“Marco. When was the last time you slept?”

“I - I don’t know”

Cele looks worried more than angry right now, because of course he is.

“Marco, you have been sleeping while you stayed here right?”

Bez looks to the ground, can’t see Cele so worried.

“Amore?”

“No. No I haven’t slept since they brought you in from the circuit cause you weren’t waking up the first day and I was so scared that if you woke up and I wasn’t there you would’ve thought I didn’t care enough to be here and then you would’ve broken up with me and I don’t know what to do if you’re not with me”

“And once you woke up I was just worried that something could come up and if - if during the night you had something and I was asleep? What then? If you needed something and I was asleep what would you do? Wait for me to wake up? No I had to be awake to check you were ok”

Cele moves on the bed and goes to hug Marco so tight he can’t breathe anymore.

“Cele Cele you have to stay in bed”

“Don’t care you need me more than I need the bed”

Cele stays there, melting in the hug.

“You have to sleep Marco, it’s not good at all for you to be awake so long you know? And you have to eat something proper not the disgusting sandwich from the machines, ok?”

“But if-“

“If something goes on I’ll have the doctor wake you up ok?”

Bez nods, not completely sure of it but so so tired.

“And what was that about me breaking up with you?”

“I worried you were gonna think if I wasn’t there it was because I didn’t care”

“Marco why would I ever think something like that when you literally got over your fear of heights to go hiking with me not to let me go alone?”

“I don’t know I just - I’m not used to this Cele I don’t expect you to remember these things, I don’t expect to be loved like you love me I just- God I’m usually the one who trusts, not the one who gets trusted”

“Yeah that’s cause your past relationships weren’t normal at all. I love you Bez and it’s. it gonna change if you sleep ok? Just - if you don’t want to go home please sleep here. I want to be sure you do. Sleep ok? We’re gonna have coffee when you wake up”

“You promise if something happens-”

“Im gonna have the doctor wake you up, yes, I promise amore”

“Ok. Ok but wake me in two hours ok?”

“Sleep. You’ll wake up on your own”

Bez rests his head on Cele’s bed, the position is uncomfortable but he doesn’t even feel it, he’s so tired he could sleep while standing.

He feels Cele’s fingers stroking his hair gently, and he drifts to sleep.

To Cele he looks angelic, brown soft curls and sweet pink lips.

He falls asleep not long after, hand still in his boyfriend’s hair.

ANSGTY/HURT COMFORT PROMPTS

[drakothedragon55]

Scary Sushi’s got my brain in a vice grip so I’m doing what the game didn’t: fleshing out the characters

Norman, the janitor. (Older fella, usually seen hunched over and mopping something. Dislikes kids/teens because, in his eyes, they’re inconsiderate & very messy. Your average grumpy old man who has a soft spot for anyone who’ll listen to him and his stories. Norman is quite loyal to Moonlight Sushi, and even in void monster form, he’s still doing his job (though he tends to make a lot of messes in this state as well.)

Lily, the Horticulturalist. A chatterbox who never seems to run out of fun facts to share about radishes of all things. Very friendly and outgoing, though a bit airheaded as well. I like to think that her hair is just permanently frizzy due to the constant misting her precious plants receive. The only time she isn’t friendly is when she’s a void monster, but she luckily sticks with her radishes each night. Don’t come close, and she won’t hurt you. Maybe.

(more under cut)

Oscar, the Pisciculturalist (or Aquaculturalist. I couldn’t decide.) Basically a fish farm worker. Takes his job WAY too seriously, despite disliking it. Pessimistic. Antisocial. Easily annoyed. What a fun person to be around! (sarcastic). The idea of leaving Moonlight Sushi is quite promising…but octopi can’t breathe air, and neither can giant void monster octopi, so he’s a more permanent employee. You’ll sometimes see him slip some secret ingredient into his coffee.

The triplets, the security team. These guys were the hardest to think of headcannons for. They aren’t even named, so imma call them Flynn, Buzz, and May. Definitely the youngest employees of Moonlight Sushi. I imagine that they don’t take their jobs too seriously during the day (they probably only got their jobs due to family connections or something) and instead prefer causing some mild mischief, or slacking off. I imagine Kimura keeps them around only because when in their void monster forms, that’s the only time they take their jobs SUPER seriously.

And finally, we have the main man himself. Hiroshi Kimura, the founder of Moonlight Sushi. Very ambitious, and power hungry. Being second place isn’t enough for Kimura. He HAS to be the best. Who cares if his secret ingredient comes from a creature straight out of the void? Who cares if it turns people into monsters at night? Kimura doesn’t. He was the first one to be infected after discovering his new secret ingredient, after all. And I imagine that he infected most, if not all of his staff to see the different effects the ingredient would have on them. He’s a smooth talker, and a scarily good liar. And for whatever reason, he’s quite secretive about his void monster form. Norman might occasionally have to clean up some inky spiderwebs, or Lily might hear some scittering coming from the ceiling, but that’s it. No one’s seen him at night. Creepy…

[irondad-defensesquad]

Mr. Dad Guy

For Sicktember (@sicktember), prompt 7: Borrowed Hoodie. Except Peter isn't sick with a flu or anything like that, but he has a bad day. Also posted on AO3! TRIGGER WARNING - mention of bullying. DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

Peter isn’t having a good day today.

His days are mostly the same, but in some of them, he’s just not able to bear it all with a smile. It’s those days when Peter’s eyes are heavy, his head cannot handle society, and everything is louder and brighter than ever. So today, Flash is more annoying than usual. School is an absolute drag. The teachers decided to be monotone and say so many things that Peter’s brain won’t absorb any of them.

Ned got sick so he’s staying home today; Peter has no idea where MJ is. That’s a great opportunity for Flash to bump into him and get his shirt dirty with food.

No, worse yet.

Peter forgot he’s been wearing Tony’s old MIT sweater all day.

He would’ve killed Flash, but Peter is the one to blame, honestly. He should’ve given it back to Tony, or at the very least left it at home.

Peter tries to clean it in the restroom, but it looks even worse.

He wants to cry. Today sucks, Flash sucks, Peter sucks—

The arachnid sighs in relief when he finally gets out of school, but he’s a little apprehensive when he sees Happy in the car waiting for him. Let’s just hope Tony forgets about the sweater, so maybe Peter can wash it at home himself.

Happy notices he’s quiet, and even asks what’s up. Peter doesn’t want to tell him he’s upset about Tony’s sweater, so he remains silent. The driver doesn’t insist and lets him be.

When Peter finally arrives upstate, Tony has just made waffles with ice cream.

“Hey, kiddo,” the man greets him with a smile. “Want a snack?”

“Oh, sure?”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “What? I didn’t poison it, kid. Or maybe you’re not hungry?”

“No, no, it’s just… I didn’t expect to be met with waffles and ice cream, that’s all.” Then Peter puts two in two together. “Did Happy say anything to you?”

“Well, only that you seemed a little off today.”

Peter sighs. “Yeah…”

“Bad day at school?”

The teen shrugs. “Well, it was like every day, except Ned didn’t go to school, so it sucked. And the classes, my god, why did everyone decide to be so boring today? I don’t even know what I wrote in my notebooks. I have no idea, it was like I wasn’t even there.”

Tony hums, listening.

Peter can’t hide this from him. Guilt is eating him alive.

“And it was so bad that I didn’t even realize I was wearing your old sweater all day, and then—some kid bumped into me and got all their lunch on it. Seriously, I- I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I don’t even know why I was wearing it at school, I don’t know why I had it with me in the first place, and I tried to clean it, but it just got worse—”

“Whoa, hey—"

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” Peter is tearing up over this, and he knows it’s stupid, but he knows he messed something that belongs to his mentor, and he shouldn’t have.

“Hey, hey…” Tony abandons the waffles to comfort Peter, squeezing one of the latter’s shoulders. “It’s okay, bud. I’m not angry. It’s a sweater, and accidents happen.”

It wasn’t entirely an accident, but Peter will leave out Flash’s real intentions for now.

The fifteen-year-old opens his backpack to reveal the sweater, which has been horribly stained and horribly cleaned.

“We can fix that,” Tony reassures him. “And even if not, it’s an old sweater, kid. It’s fine.”

Peter sniffs. “O-Okay.”

“Aww, hey.” Tony wraps his arms around him without hesitation. “Today really sucked, huh?”

“Y-Yeah…” Peter replies, voice muffled by Tony’s shirt.

“Yeah, I know how it is.” Tony rubs his back. “I’ve got you, okay? You’re home.”

Home… upstate?

It sounds nice.

The hug doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t feel incomplete. Peter suddenly feels like part of the weight evaporated. Like all day long, he was only needing this.

Tony has taken the sweater, but before doing anything with it, he glances at it and grins to himself.

“What?” Peter asks, confused.

“So you were wearing it to school? That’s cute.”

Peter flushes red. “Mr. Stark…”

“It’s like you wanted to show off your cool mentor’s clothes.”

“It’s not like that—”

“Or you just missed me.”

“Mr. Stark!”

Tony laughs. “I’m just messing with you, kid.”

Peter crosses his arms, pouting.

“Yeah, I dunno. It’s a comfy sweater. And maybe- maybe it’s nice to think you’re looking out for me at school, too. Kinda.”

He mostly mumbled these words.

There’s some silence, the stunned kind.

When Peter looks up, Tony is the one who looks like crying.

But instead, the man squeezes Peter again.

“You’re so adorableeeeeee.”

“Mr. Stark!!”

“You can have all my sweaters. Literally all of them. Steal my whole wardrobe if you want.”

“No! Let me goooo—”

Tony laughs harder when Peter releases himself from the hug. The former tells the latter to eat the waffle before the ice cream melts completely. Tony probably puts the sweater in the washer.

Peter eats the dessert after this long, long day, and he smiles, now able to breathe a little better.

[rockybloo]

Thinking about Bitterbat tormenting Freebird. Not physically or even seriously but just mocking shit while in battle while he is obviously holding back because Bitterbat could obviously kill the bird man with the flick of a finger.

He very badly wants to but he knows the mess it'd cause and simply settles on mocking America's #1 via bringing up Sweetheart.

He says the typical villainous things one would expect, like how she's so out of his league, how he'll never be strong enough to protect her, how she'll never return his feelings.

Of course, Freebird has protagonist brain so he keeps responding heroically. He goes on and on about how he'll defeat Bitterbat and how his words don't hurt him and is just Bitterbat projecting.

And then Freebird fucks up and states he doesn't know anything about Sweetheart.

And there's this horrible glint in Bitterbat's eyes as he takes this slight as the green light to drop the weights a bit.

Not on his strength but on his mouth.

"I know how soft her lips are and how sweet they taste" Many, including Freebird upon hearing this think of all the kisses Bitterbat "steals" in battle.

"I know all the weak spots that make her knees buckle when touched" Again, those listening think of all the times Bitterbat has shown just how much better he is in hand-to-hand combat than Sweetheart.

"I know how her voice sounds when she's trembling in my arms" Freebird glares at Bitterbat, recalling how scared Sweetheart often looks anytime she is pinned or wrapped up in Bitterbat's clutches. He just knows the fact Bitterbat could easily kill her, fills Sweetheart with fear and anytime he witnesses the scene as he watches the Decking City News, he wishes for nothing more than to sweep in and pull that bat wing eared monster off her.

"And I know that whenever she is around you, she is always thinking of me." A wide, twisted, and smug smile crept to Bitterbat's face as he watched the pure anger in Freebird's face change to frustrated confusion.

All the other teases had been, what many watching thought, battle related. But that last jab at Freebird made him pause to think about just what the hell Bitterbat meant.

And Bitterbat loved it. He wanted oh so badly to define what he meant. Go into deeper detail about the insult. Just like he wanted so badly to go into detail about the prior ones. He knew how oblivious the world was to the true relationship of Sweetheart and him. He knew when they heard his words, they simply thought of their fights together and the tricks he'd pull.

No one truly knew that each of his vague jeers were references to all the intimate times he and Sweetheart spent together off the battlefield.

No one except maybe the rabid Bittersweet Shippers. Lord knows how much they were eating this little moment up.

But Freebird was obviously not one of those and he snarled at Bitterbat, which the latter viewed as a pathetic attempt at both intimidating him as well as just sounding animalistic.

Freebird's wings bristled as, Bitterbat assumed, he tried to make himself appear bigger.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull with your disrespectful remarks to Sweetheart, but I'm not going to listen to some selfish creep that constantly forces himself upon her!"

A guttural sound crept out from Bitterbat's throat. It was deep and low and made everyone listening's bones rattle. Whatever playful energy was in this battle left immediately as Bitterbat's face lost all expression. His eyes were cold and the locked on stare they had on Freebird made him freeze instinctually.

Those watching could tell that the scene had switched from a confrontation of rivals to predator and prey.

Freebird was struggling to say anything to break up the silence. But nothing was coming out due to a strange anxiety that had built up inside of him since the moment Bitterbat stopped talking. Something deep inside of him wanted him to fly as far and fast from this battle as he could and he had to use all his will power to stay right where he was.

Bitterbat was the first to speak and it made everyone jolt due to many believing the live feed had suddenly been muted. His voice was much deeper than any had heard it. It was no longer the light and playful tone many associated with the villain. And that just made the situation even scarier for those watching.

"You dare call me the selfish creep when your accusations are merely the projections of your own actions?" Smoke leaked from Bitterbat's mouth as he spoke, deep violet and filled with high levels of toxin. "Your darling public might think you are a selfless saint but you are the biggest sinner around."

In seconds, Bitterbat's staff materialized in his hand and was jabbed into the asphalt of the street. A crack began to form from the road wound and spread toward Freebird's direction. More deep violet smoke began to billow from the crevices.

"And I promise you that a hell beyond your understanding is awaiting you with a gaping hungry maw"

Bitterbat finally smiled, and his grim grin practically split his entire face in half with just how much it didn't fit on his humanly form. His fangs jutted from his mouth as razor sharp canines accompanied them. His long serpent tongue slithered out and flicked in the air, lapping up all the delicious fear that was leaking off the now trembling bird. His braid, the tip now pointed like a scorpion's tail, thrashed around in bloodlust.

The Monstrum wanted nothing more than to just kill him now and end the rest of Sweetheart's suffering. It would have been so easy with the way the hero was paralyzed in fear. Everyone was too stunned to even think of helping, including any heroes on standby for the fight. All Bitterbat really had to do was swing his staff and end it all in front of millions.

But as a sudden pink flash appeared in the sky, the King of Monsters remembered why he wasn't allowed.

Sweetheart descended, lowering herself right in the middle of Freebird and Bitterbat. She didn't want to land due to the fact Bitterbat was a foot taller than her-and her goal was ultimately to block Freebird from his view so he focused on just her. Her appearance seemed to bring some relief to everyone as the unsettling energy of what many believed to be Freebird's final day faded away. Even the smoke that was billowing from the road seemed to stop.

While everyone was frozen in fear back home, watching Bitterbat's monstrous transformation in real time, Sweetheart had been hauling ass to transform and arrive at the scene. She knew all the tell tale signs of Bitterbat's temperament worsening and when the mocking was on the way to becoming murdering.

The second it had become unclear if Bitterbat was going to remain restrained as he promised or if he was going to follow through on his many declarations to kill Freebird, Sweetheart knew she had to intervene.

Putting on her best heroic voice, she broke the silence.

"I think this battle has gone on long enough, boys." She did her best to sound playful but her eyes were locked on Bitterbat as she watched him very closely. Not in fear but to study him.

It was very clear to her that Bitterbat was enraged, even if he seemed calm to many right now. Her appearance might have eased some of that anger but it was still very present and still very much aimed at Freebird.

"I've never been more happy to see you, Sweetheart!" Freebird's tone was happy, under the false belief that he was out of the danger zone.

Sweetheart kept her eyes locked on Bitterbat. Every time his eyes flicked to try and look at Freebird, she moved so he would be looking at her instead. The magical girl responded, never taking her eyes off the Monstrum. "Yeah um, Freebird, I need you to get out of here while I deal with Bitterbat."

Freebird frowned. "But with the two of us, we could definitely deal with him now! Why would you want to go one-on-one with...that?" He gestured towards Bitterbat's...everything.

Sweetheart tried to hide the annoyance in her voice with determination. "Because I know Bitterbat better than any hero around and I don't want to risk you getting killed because of his unpredictability!"

Hearing a vague mention of the bond they shared made Bitterbat ease up a bit, the clutch on his staff loosening ever so slightly as he closed his mouth, his fangs now shrunken to their usual size to rest more comfortably in his powered down form. His braid had reverted from its scorpion tail appearance to being just hair again. The tip began to thump on the ground and the sound only got louder the longer he stared at Sweetheart.

Freebird wasn't budging. Holding in a groan at the obnoxiously protagonist coded man, Sweetheart floated closer towards Bitterbat so he was within arms reach. She watched as his eyes seemed to dilate at her approach, making him look less like an apex predator and more like an eager puppy.

Holding in an awe, Sweetheart couldn't think of any better way to make sure Bitterbat stayed put than to just simply...grab his face with her palm resting on the bridge of his nose so he hand no choice but to close his eyes. A trill of surprise came out of him but soon Sweetheart's entire arm vibrated from the force of him purring just from the skin contact.

Relieved Bitterbat was distracted enough, Sweetheart FINALLY looked towards Freebird.

"Bitterbat is my archenemy and isn't someone to take lightly. Only other Beloveds are capable of handling him. It'd be much safer if you left him to me."

Freebird took one step closer to Sweetheart and she had to squeeze Bitterbat's face as she heard his purring shift to growling.

Freebird replied, "I don't think it's safe for you to deal with that guy by yourself."

Sweetheart rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide it from the cameras-she could make an excuse about it to anyone who asked later. She responded, now growing tired of this back and forth, "I know that Bitterbat would never kill me. That makes me safer than anyone else on Earth...especially you as you were literally looking death in the face 10 seconds ago before I showed up."

Freebird would never acknowledge her being right about his fight or flight activating because he knew he was in danger. He merely crossed his arms with a smug grin. "So I'll take you showing up to save me as a sign you care?"

Every heroic bone in Sweetheart's body ached with a mighty need to let go of Bitterbat and just sick him on the bird. Bitterbat's tail began to wag as he sensed the desire in Sweetheart.

With the deepest sigh she thinks she's ever mustered in battle, Sweetheart replied one last time to Freebird as she settled on her next course of action.

"You can take me showing up to save you as a sign from some higher force that you should really pick and choose your battles much more carefully." Sweetheart allowed some sass to slip into her response. She was reminded of why it took her so long to jump into action while she was watching the scene unfold at home. Freebird was an egotistical dick and watching Bitterbat put him in his place was satisfying as hell.

Before Freebird had a chance to respond to her again, Sweetheart suddenly flew up into the sky, a tail ribbon grazing Bitterbat's cheek as a sign to follow her.

And follow he did as his focus had completely left Freebird and instead stuck to Sweetheart.

The two left in seconds, leaving nothing but swirling dust and cratered earth where Bitterbat had been standing seconds ago.

Freebird was left speechless at the sudden exit before chuckling to himself.

"Ah, she's crazy about me."

Meanwhile, miles into the sky away from Freebird, the fight scene and Decking City, Sweetheart groaned, loud and furiously. "I cannot STAND his ass. GOD he is such a prick!" She dragged her hands down her face as she flew past some clouds and a couple birds.

Bitterbat tailed her, humming blissfully as he enjoyed the sweet sounds of his girlfriend hating on his most disliked person. "Don't worry Sweetums, next time I have to deal with him, I'll make sure to slap him around a little~"

Sweetheart glanced over her shoulder to Bitterbat, the fear of hitting anything in front of her was nonexistent as the open air was much less congested than the city skylines.

"Define what you mean by 'a little'."

"A couple broken bones and bruises here and there. Nothing good ole hero healthcare can't fix."

Sweetheart pondered over the statement for a second before replying.

"Only one broken bone,"

Bitterbat trilled, his eyes lighting up in excitement. "One broken bone!? Oh, my Queen you're so generous to me~!"

Sweetheart added on "And it can't be either of his wings."

"Oh COME ON! You KNOW how badly I wanna break those! You can be as cruel as you are generous sometimes..." Bitterbat pouted, causing Sweetheart to giggle at his response.

[vechter]

Your tags on the dickhelena post are so real 🙏 I saw this post (hood-ex(.)tumblr(.)com/post/762177870376386560/i-am-so-glad-you-mentioned-dickhelena-because) and they've been rotating in my brain ever since. Though I like that them not standing each other in Outsiders didn't stay forever and Dickbats calls helena one of his closest friends in Gates of Gotham or something. Tbh they seemed pretty close in NML and Joker's Last Laugh too so I think Winick might've mischaracterized their relationship to be more antagonistic than it really was.

emily's post aka one of my fav dickhelena considerations ever

also anon you're right!!! listen u alr know i'm crazy about outsiders 2003 so you won't find me ever criticizing it seriously... but winick definitely went a little too hard with the dick/helena of it. there are a few panels in it that make me think... judd are u sure they rlly hate each other like that

like just consider #12 where the implication is that dick and helena had 'a romance thing' and how dick even sounds a little more than curious after seeing helena and roy kiss:

anyway, yeah dick and helena have some rlly compelling interactions... like it's so interesting how they can be narrative foils (along with bruce). your world ends when you're eight years old and you're forever soaked in blood. also something about how helena was 'spared' bc santo messed up + how dick's knowledge about zucco didn't save his parents either. you experience the worst crime once and now, you're forever at the scene of the crime.

admittedly, i haven't read all of black canary 93 but #10 has such cool dick and helena lore:

they do have moments where they're in conflict with each other although i think a chunk of that is recognition of the kind of devotion they have to their cause. also the bruce of it all. hanging over them like a shadow in almost every conceivable way. they also have an equal amount of scenes where they work together... where dick trusts her... sorry i can't be normal about him reaching out to helena in nightwing #112 to take care of sophia:

i can't find the gates of gotham panel... maybe you meant streets of gotham?

they work together to deal with man-bat and the voice in the church in #6 with these super fun panels... like consider the implications of talking about leaps of faith and sinning to dick and helena... it's so good: