#did you ever think about not going dick? gosh the things you put up with. for nix

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

Winters’ favorite employee at Nixon Nitration was Blanche Blaine, the middle-aged, former live-in lover of Stanhope Nixon who was offered the job of being his personal secretary after he dropped her to marry the blonde. Now married herself, Blanche and Winters developed a close friendship. Many times she invited the young man to her home for dinner.

“I’m trying to figure you out,” she told him one day. “You’re funny as hell. You don’t run around with women and you don’t drink. You just don’t fit in with the Nixon crowd.”

“Is that bad?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “It’s refreshing.”

When he wasn’t at Blanche’s having dinner, he was at Lewis Nixon’s home in Princeton, where Nix and his wife, Irene, the British woman from Swindon he had brought to the States and married shortly after his discharge, would wine and dine him. Sometimes these little get-togethers involved just the three of them and other times Nixon invited other friends as well. Either way, it always ended up the same, with everyone except Winters sitting around drinking.

“Nixon and I always remained good friends,” Winters reflected years later. “But our relationship after the war was tough. The thing that kept us together was the bonding that we had from the war, because to visit with Nixon was to sit there and watch him get drunk. That’s no fun when you’re sober. So I’d sit there until I got tired, then I’d get up and go to bed. It was the only thing I could do.”

~ Larry Alexander

[gallavichsreddie1128]

You’re A Supe (Billy Butcher)

Description: Y/N is a supe so Billy hates her until she saves his life

Word Count: 1,521K

His glare was unsettling towards the Supe as she sat next to Kumiko. He hated that she was there, he already had to deal with Starlight. Thanks to Hughie. She hadn’t done anything for him to hate her but he believed that anyone that was a Supe was bad. That simply wasn’t true but Billy didn’t see that. Starlight and Y/N were part of The Seven so that made him even more skeptical of them.

He watched with hatred as Y/N laughed at something Frenchie had said. Her smile was sweet and her laugh was adorable but Billy hated it. She wasn’t scared of him but found him to be a dick. He wasn’t nice to her at all. Everyone else was nice to her but him. “Will you cunts shut the hell up?” He asked, annoyed. He got up and walked to his bedroom. Y/N watched him as he walked away. Wondering why he hated her so much. She sighed and got up to go to Kumiko’s room.

The two were the only ones up, awkwardness filled the room as she entered the kitchen. He tensed up and sighed not wanting to be around her. She saw this and frowned. She opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice and went to grab a cup but couldn’t reach it. Billy watched her struggle to grab the cup. “Hey, can you grab the cup for me please?” She asked him. “Use your super powers.” He tells her and walks away. “I don’t have that kind of power.” she said but he was gone. She sighed and put the orange juice away. 

“Are you coming?” Hughie asked. She shook her head. “No, I’m tired.” She yawned. “You’re coming with us. You aren’t staying here by yourself.” Billy tells her. “Butcher-” MM starts but Billy interrupts “I don’t need a Supe destroying the place.” She stood up from the couch so fast. “What is your problem with me?” She asked, glaring at him. “You’re a fucking Supe, love. Ain’t that obvious?” “I haven’t done a damn thing to you.” She growled. “Yet.” He growled back. “I get that Homelander hurt you but that’s not an excuse for you to blame the rest of us.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about little girl.” “What he did to your wife I know that-” “DON’T TALK ABOUT MY WIFE YOU DIRTY FUCKING WHORE.” He yelled at her.

The silence was all through the room as they stared at each other. “You can act like ya hate Homelander and Vought but deep down inside you’re a no good piece of shit just like the rest of them. If it wasn’t for everyone else in this fuckin’ room you wouldn’t be here. Everyone knows I don’t want you here, I want you to fuck off.” He growls. Her eyes filled with tears as he degraded her in front of everyone. “Cat got your tongue?” Billy asked her, smirking. She didn’t say anything. She just walked away and out of the apartment, everyone calling her name. 

Tears streamed down her face as she walked to the Vought towers. The words Billy said to her replayed in her head like a record player that was broken. She hated that his words affected her this much. All she's ever been was nice to him but look where that got her. She walked in the towers and to her room where she collapsed on the bed and cried. That was until she heard a big crash. She got up confused as to what could be going on. Maybe Homelander was throwing another tantrum. Gosh she hated that cunt more than anything. She chuckled at herself for using that word in her head. Fucking Billy, always using that word. The loud crashes continued and she sighed and changed into her suit. She got down to where the noises were coming from and gasped.

The Boys and Homelander were fighting. “Oh my god.” She whispered. Homelander turned towards her. “Y/N hey. Come here to help?” Homelander asked. She looked at him. “What is going on?” She asked walking up to them. “Oh like you don’t know. These assholes are trying to take us down.” He said. “Homelander whatever you’re doing you need to stop.” She told him. He laughed. “You don’t think I know.” He turned to her. “You don’t think I know that you’ve been helping them.” He growled and walked closer to her. She took a step back. He grabbed her by her neck and choked her. “Homelander.” Starlight yelled.

“You dirty whore, you really thought I wouldn’t find out that you’ve been helping them.” She squirmed as he had her off the ground. “Fuck you.” She choked out. He squeezed her harder making her gasp out. Starlight hit him with her powers, making him drop Y/N. She gasped out, catching her breath as Homelander and Starlight fought. She got up to help Starlight fight the bastard. Billy kept shooting at Homelander but that wasn’t helping. “Let em go you cunt.” He yelled at him. Homelander turned to Billy ready to laser him. “No.” Y/N yelled and jumped in front of Billy making the laser hit her instead. Everyone gasped as Homelander lasered her. 

She fell down and Billy dropped to his knees cradling her in his arms. “You saved my life.” He whispered to her as she looked up at him, breathing hard. She smiled at him. “Not all Supes are bad, huh?” She asked, making him roll his eyes. Her body was healing the wounded stomach. “Guys I can’t hold him much longer!” Starlight yelled as her, Kumiko and Homelander kept fighting. Y/N gained enough energy to get out of Billy’s arms and help. Queen Maeve had turned up to help them. In the end Homelander was bloody but not dead.

He was wounded badly as the girls watched him. He glared at them and flew back inside the towers. Y/N turned to the group and looked at them. “Why the hell were you guys fighting Homelander?” She asked. “Well we came to find you and he happened to be here.” Hughie said. She shook her head and laughed. “You guys shouldn’t have.” She told them. “Well we were making Butcher apologize.” MM said. Y/N looked at Butcher. For once,

He didn’t have the deadly stare and hate towards her. “Yeah these Cunts were going to make me but I’m not being forced to now.” He said. The others took that as que to walk away leaving the two. “I’m sorry for being a cunt to you, luv. You didn’t deserve any of the words that I said to ya. You saved my life and I owe you for that.” He said. She walked up to him with a smile. “I’m glad you realized that all Supes aren’t bad.” She said. 

Ever since then they have been on good terms. Butcher no longer hated her and even had feelings for her. But he planned to never tell her, thinking that she wouldn’t like him after all the things he said. He was wrong, she had feelings for him as well. But they were stubborn about these feelings and everyone around them knew. “Y/N tell him.” Annie would say to her. “Billy, you should tell her.” Hughie said to the man.

They both would shake their heads and say that the feeling couldn’t be mutual. But when she got up and went into the kitchen Billy was there and with her glass of OJ. “Thank you.” She said and took the cup with a smile. “Figured you would like some.” He said and she laughed. “I do, every morning.” She said and took a sip. Billy stared at her as she enjoyed her drink. She looked beautiful. Her hair was a mess and she didn’t have any makeup on but looked like a dream. She noticed that he was staring at her.

She set the glass down and looked at him. “Ya got a staring problem, Butcher?” She asked with a smile. He chuckled and smiled. “When you look as beautiful as ya do, luv.” She walked closer to him with no words. He stared at her as she reached up and cupped his face. She gave a small smile and he kissed her. His hands pulled her body closer as they kissed. She wrapped her other arm around his neck, standing on her tippy toes trying to deepen the kiss. That made him chuckle into the kiss. He lifted her up onto the counter making her gasp.

He took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. They heavily made out as her hands rubbed up his chest. His hands moved up her long shirt and massaged her boobs, making her gasp into the kiss. “Billy, maybe we shouldn’t fuck on the counter.” She said. “You’re right. You deserved to be fucked properly, on a bed.” He said, making her moan at his words. He picked her up and ran to the bedroom dropping her on bed making her laugh. Maybe Supes aren’t bad after all.  

[dark-l-angel]

if you want requests, I am so delulu, I'm stuck in my own world 24/7 and my brain refuses to stop.....

Jason, who growing up had a crush on reader, but being the clueless person we are we have no clue (I swear it's a curse, I genuinely don't know that someone is into me until they say it. No flirting computes with me) but then the whole- ya know, not living thing happens.... The thing that leads up to Red Hood (I refuse to say it) and reader is later confronted by either Dick or Alfred at the funeral and they're like

“You know he like you, right?” and readers response is

“Not as much as I loved him”

which I guess causes a whole sad thing that I can't cope with, so you decide what happens from there, but basically the ending is when Jason is not the scary evil Red Hood anymore but more the Jason people fantasize about, he tells reader how he feels and IDK man something cute and fluffy, my brain is just sad all the time so all I have is the sad stuff.

Anyways, this is a lot longer than I thought it would be, but here it is, please ignore it if it's weird or too much 😅

have a nice day, peace out ✌️

Princess, believe it or not i had hundreds of scenarios to this situation at fucking 5 a.m when i was ab to pass my bachelor exam *I'm talking math day 💀

And having your own world is nice actually.. ❤ at least you have an escape place from painful reality and ur comfort character is hugging you in your rough times. Hope happiness strikes you like jason's beauty did to me 😃💝 love u deeply 💖

Reunion

Jason todd x fem!reader

"You know that he liked you.. right?" Dick's voice ringed in your ear.. even after all this time.. it's like it happened yesterday..

Thinking while staring at a book jason used to read when you both were younger.. before.. that incident..

You put the book away and picked another, you shared the same love of books with jason, that explains why you become a loyal customer to libraries and coffee shops.

It was always a sad thing to go to libraries, yet it felt like happiness to you.. finally some freedom from this cruel world. You don't have to suffer through reading some simple lines with deep meanings.. in fact, it changed you 360 degrees, your vision to the world has changed since ever jason introduced you to the books.

You were walking around the library while hugging different books, looking carefully through the shelves of another chosen one, Losing all connections with your world, not feeling a specific guy staring at you in admiration.

Your eye fallen on an interesting novel, but it was on the top shelf. You tried to reach it but failed, and you got that idea of reaching it through another book was by your hand. You did, the novel is coming out, but still not enough, you had to put extra efforts by standing on the top of your toes.

"Too bad short angel can't reach her little novel" a tall handsome man was towering you from behind, you looked up and his eyes fell into yours, green emerald eyes inspecting your angelic features in admiration carefully *while you took your time to enjoy his mesmerizing gorgeous beauty like the little whore you and i will do*.

He smirked before looking back to the novel and pulling it out for you, gosh he was handsome, but.. you could swear you know him from somewhere.

He reads the title loud before saying "damn baby girl you've got some pretty good taste out there.. i like it" he smirked "oh thanks, I've always liked that type of stuff especially when *author name* added his pov of the topic.." he laughed.

As you both sat at a coffee shop and continued babbling ab different books to different subjects.. almost everything.. as if you actually know this person years ago, the problem was that you weren't the type to get comfy to people easily.. so what's the matter with this guy?.

Probably his smile that cached your mind? or his emerald eyes and their beauty? his funny jocks? Or it's your shared likings? Or the fact that he was the only person to be able to crack his way through your dead heart and plant a rose of adoration that was meant only for him? The only person to have the ability to warm your heart after all these years? Or him being the reason of your tears of laughter?... sooo much questions going through your head.

You finally managed to ask him.. " i feel like i know you from years, never had fun like this since then.. do i know you by any chance?" You said while wiping away the tears of laughing on his stories.

"You didn't recognize me y/n?" You didn't tell him your name yet.. how would he- "i missed you so much actually... i have been thinking about you in everything i was doing back then, dick might probably told you about it, yet i still do think about you all the time..." you watch the man goes on.. but dick? He spoke about jason only.. and jason is.. gone.. "you forget me y/n?" That can be..

He smiled staring at you in pure love and admiration and adoration.. "It's jason.. the dumb boy who fell dumber in love with you, angel ♡".

Hope you like it ❤ baby gurl was here 😘

[joeybrr9]

Part 3 - Vogue

Summary: Aurora's dreams come true at vogue but she also get's a surprise visitor

Warnings: None

a/n: Do we like Ja'Marr and Aurora's friendship?

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Aurora spent the last couple days in the studio. She was trying to finish up one last song before the album would be ready to release. The record label wanted to release Espresso next week and Aurora had mixed feelings. She was ready to hop back into the music world but Aurora also felt the pressure to live up to what Midnights was. The label also had plans to release a second single. Aurora couldn’t decide if she wanted to release her song “Please Please Please” or “Don’t Smile.” She had to admit, “Don’t Smile” was her favorite out of the two. Aurora really took her time while writing that song and it felt so personal. “Please Please Please” was such a fun song about begging a man not to break her heart. Something Aurora was used to doing. She was lost in thought in her studio when Mark came in.

“Okay Rory, you have your fitting in 3 hours for Vogue. I’m not sure what they are gonna put you in yet so let's not wear a lot of makeup.”

“I still can’t believe they want ME to be in one of their fashion shows!” Aurora squealed. So many things had gone wrong for her in the last year but also she had been so blessed.

“You do realize how popular you are right? You aren’t just some singer. You’re right behind Taylor this year for streams on Spotify and Apple Music. You’re fucking killing the game.” 

“I’m gonna blush Marky. Stop it.” Aurora giggled while taking off her headset and grabbing her phone. After her two disastrous interviews last week her phone has been on constant DND. The first person to call her was Sydney, asking when the fuck she started getting dicked down by Burrow. Taylor also called to reassure her that it would blow over and the worst fans could do is ship the quarterback and singer together. This didn’t seem to calm Aurora much because she had chewed off her acrylic nails and had to get them replaced. 

She did notice that the infamous quarterback had taken time out of his day to follow her on Instagram, meaning he definitely saw that interview. Embarrassing. Maybe Ja’Marr just told Joe what happened, that’s what Aurora liked to tell herself. 

Ja’Marr and Aurora had become close ever since her break up with Paul. She knew Ja’Marr from when she attended a Bengals game his rookie year in 2021. They exchanged numbers to stay in touch and eventually a friendship developed. A couple times Aurora wondered if something more would come out of it but they always stayed friends. Ja’Marr is one the sweetest people Aurora has ever met in her life, it was probably for the best that they stayed friends. She wouldn’t want to ruin something good like that. 

“Alright, we should probably get going. It’s about a two hour drive and there might be traffic.” Mark started packing up Aurora’s bag. He was always so good about remembering everything she would need. 

“I think I’m ready….okay let’s go.” Aurora opened up the door to feel the sun on her skin. When she moved to a different city she would miss the constant sun. Although, she does miss all four seasons. Aurora grew up in Ankeny, Iowa so she experienced every single season. Winter was her favorite time of the year. The way the wind was always blowing, the beautiful snowflakes, and the winter time outfits. Everything was perfect. Aurora needed some winter living her in life. Aurora took a step up into the car Mark had waiting for them; the anticipation in her was building up.

“What if they think I look bad in their outfits? I mean they could just say they don’t need me. That would be so embarrassing. Oh my gosh, you can’t let that happen Mark. I will cry. What if I-”

“Oh my god, will you stop. They personally called and asked for you. It’s gonna be fine.”

“But what if-”

“Nope I don’t want to hear any of it. They want you here. You have to stop acting like you’re a burden.” After giving Aurora a deep glare, Mark reached into his bag to dig out his AirPod Maxes. She turned to look out the window; this was gonna be a long car ride 

~ ~ ~

“Hello beautiful lady, my name is Jules and this is Danny. We will be helping you out today. Follow us right this way.” Ever since Aurora arrived at her fitting she’s been in awe. The building was beautiful and everyone working for Vogue was stunning. “Alright, here is where we will be doing your fitting.” The room was an oval shape filled with mirrors. Everywhere Aurora looked she could see herself. 

“This place is beautiful; none of this feels real.” She let out a little laugh. 

“Just to let you know we do have two guys coming in later to get fitted also. They will probably show up while we are working on you. Is that alright?” Jules didn’t seem to think it was a big deal, continuing to rummage through the rack of dresses.

“Yeah, no, that’s no problem. I’m totally flexible. Whatever you guys need.”

“Way to not lay it on thick.” Mark whispered in her ear. Aurora smacked his stomach but all he did was laugh.

“Aurora, follow me this way. We are going to put you in this dress first. Come on out when you put it on.”

This is the first dress https://www.pinterest.com/pin/638385315960478493/ 

Aurora turned around in the dressing room to see herself. This dress flattered her in multiple ways. This was a surreal moment. 

“You look beautiful in that. Okay Danny take the waist in a little and see if it looks a little better.” Jules ordered about 5 or 6 different people around while Aurora just watched. Eventually Aurora saw Jules standing behind her just observing the dress.

“The dress is beautiful and so are you, but I think we need to find something else. This one isn’t it.” Jules started to undo the dress and hand Aurora the next one. It was a stunning gold color. The bottom didn’t have a lot of material to it and she wondered if she could pull off a look like this. While Aurora was slipping her dress on she heard some commotion and more voices. I wonder if it’s a model or someone famous. Maybe it can be Michael B Jordan. 

“Hey Jules, can you zip my dress up. I can’t reach this one. When Aurora peaked her head out she saw a tall white man talking with Mark. His back was facing her so she wasn’t sure who it was, she did know one thing for sure, it wasn’t Michael B Jordan.

“Alright girl, you’re all good to go. This dress is stunning on you, might even impress Mr.Burrow out there. Aurora felt all the color drain from her face. Mr.Burrow, as in Joe Burrow. No, no, no, no. I can’t go out there. Whats the chance I’m walking in the same show as Joe Burrow. Jules didn’t seem to understand that Joe being here wasn’t a good thing because she walked back out to the main room to resume their conversation.

Okay, I have to go out there at some point. Maybe he won’t even see me. Okay, deep breaths. I got this. Aurora decided it was now or never. He might not have even seen that stupid interview. 

This is the second dress https://www.pinterest.com/pin/397583473371425396/ 

Aurora cautiously stepped out of her dressing room, trying not to draw all the attention to herself. Unfortunately, her wish wouldn’t come true.

“Rory, oh my god, I didn’t know you would be here. I missed you so much. You don’t call enough anymore.” In mere seconds she was being engulfed in a tight hug. She pulled back to get a look at the mystery man's face. It was none other than Ja’Marr Chase.

“Marr. I missed you so much! It’s been almost 6 months since I’ve seen you. How have you been?” Truthfully, Ja’Marr was one of Aurora’s favorite people on the planet. He was there for her after Paul broke her heart into a million pieces. He even opened his home up to her for a month when she needed to escape the flashing lights of LA.

“You know, I’ve been balling out. We have a little bit before the season starts though, Rory. If you ever want to come visit me. My home is open.” Ja’Marr had let Aurora out of her hug and she had made her way over to get fitted into her gold stunning dress. 

“What are we thinking about this one Aurora? I love the bottom and how it shows you off more than the pink one.” Jules studied her body for a while. Aurora caught Ja’Marr’s eyes in the mirror and smiled. It was nice to see him again; she didn’t realize how much she missed his presence. “I have another one I want you to try on. I wouldn’t let just anyone try the next one on, but you’ll love stunning it.” Jules started to undo the shining gold dress when Aurora caught her first glance of Joe Burrow. He was getting fitted into a black suit with Danny. She saw Joe turn around to grab something out of his dressing room when the breath in her throat got caught. It’s backless.

“Here you go. Try this one.” Jules dropped a dark gold dress into her hands. This seems a little…skimpy.

“You need help in there, Rory?” Ja’Marr let out a laugh. She figured he was kidding but deep down she didn’t know. Ja’Marr was known for being a flirt with her but nothing had actually happened between them. Except for that one night while she was living with him, but that's besides the point. 

“Don’t be a perv Marr. I’ll manage.” It took Aurora a couple minutes to figure out how to put this dress on. Once on, she saw how it complimented every part of her. Her boobs looked amazing and it made her hair glow. There was no way Jules didn’t think this was the dress. It did show a lot of skin; not much of her chest was covered. Is it too much? 

This is dress three https://www.pinterest.com/pin/684828687122375381/

Aurora pulled the curtain of her dressing room back to see Joe standing next to Ja’Marr, deep in conversation.

“This is it. I can already tell. Danny, can you grab my tape measure?” Jules led Aurora up to the mirrors so she was on display for everyone to see. “I think all we need to do is shorten it but other than that, Aurora, it’s all good. This was made for you.” Jules displayed a huge grin.

“I second that. Rory, you are beautiful.” A slight blush graced her cheeks from Ja’Marr’s comments. He then reached forward to pick her up and spin her around in a circle. Aurora let out a mix between a squeal and a laugh. 

“Marr put me down. I’m gonna have a wardrobe malfunction.” Ja’Marr gently set Aurora down when she locked eyes with Joe. 

“Hey, I’m Joe Burrow.” He reached out to shake her hand; she was too busy staring into his baby blue eyes when Ja’Marr nudged her shoulder. 

“Aurora Prince. Nice to meet you Joe. I’ve been to a couple Bengals games and I hope to be back again this year. If Marr will get me some tickets.” Aurora looked over at Ja’marr making a begging symbol with her hand. He laughed and lightly pushed her away. 

“Don’t worry about it Aurora. Whenever you want to come just tell me, you’re always welcome to use my suite. More the better.” Aurora couldn’t tell if Joe was trying to flirt with her if he just was being a gentleman.

“Honestly, I might have to take you up on that offer. I love watching you guys play, I’m a huge fan.” Joe flashed a big grin at her; she couldn’t help but notice how perfect he was. 

“Joe and Aurora, we would like to invite both of you to our fashion show in France in June. We would also like both of you to walk in it, together. Aurora you will wear the gold dress we picked out today and Joe you will wear the black backless suit. What do you say?” Jules handed Joe and Aurora a contract to sign after.

“Yes, 100 times, I will be there. Thank you guys so much.” Aurora didn’t have to think about her answer. This had been her dream forever, she would do anything for it.

“I’ll also be there. Thank you guys.” Joe then turned his attention towards Aurora. “So me and you, we are kinda teammates now.” He let out a little laugh and awkwardly grabbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, that was cringy. I’m glad we are walking together. I agree with Ja’Marr, you are beautiful.” 

“Thank you Joe.” A deep blush was present on Aurora's face. Not only had she met her celebrity crush, he was now complimenting her. 

“Well, I’m gonna get changed, but I hope to see you around Aurora.” Joe smiled and started to walk to his dressing room when Ja’Marr grabbed Aurora’s arm.

“Hey, we don’t fly out to Cincinnati for a couple of days, are you gonna free at all.”

“For you, I’m not sure.” Aurora smiled and leaned into Ja’Marr’s touch. He embraced her in a side hug.

“I missed you, homegirl. You still home shopping?” Aurora just nodded her head yes. “Well I hope you deeply consider cincinnati. I would love to have you close and you know, Joe only lives about 10 houses down from me.” Aurora laughed; so they had seen her interview.

“I’m thinking about it, Marr. I just need to get these singles out, maybe even the album, and then I can focus on moving.” Aurora knew she needed to get out of LA, it wasn’t bringing her happiness anymore; only a reminder of bad memories. “I should probably get changed, but I want to see you before you leave for Cincinnati. Is it just you and Joe?”

“Yeah, we fly out Sunday morning at 8am. So we will be here for another five days. Why?” Ja’Marr had let go of Aurora as she was heading into her dressing room.

“You’re more than welcome to come stay at my house. No point in paying for a hotel room when I have six empty rooms at my house.” Aurora had started to change out of her scandalous dress and back into her grey sweats and Nike hoodie. Once changed, Aurora came back out only to be met with Joe and Ja’Marr. “Seriously, cancel your hotel and come over to my place tonight. It will be nice to have people over.” She flashed a big grin at Joe. Honestly, she just wanted him to stay at her place forever, he was easy on the eyes. “What do you guys say?”

Ja’Marr and Joe shared a quick look and Ja’Marr shrugged, “You’re on.”

“Great! I have to get back in the studio for a while but feel free to make yourselves at home. I should be back around four or five. We can order takeout. See you guys later.” With that Aurora excused herself and walked back out to her car. Once out of Joe’s presence she was able to let a breath go that she didn’t realize she was holding in.  

“I did something stupid Mike.” Aurora sighed and glanced over at Mike who still had his air pods on.

“Do I even want to know?”

[skele-bunny]

NOO THE POLL IS WRONG PLEASE POST THE ZEPHRIT PLEASEE :((!!!! PLEASE PLEASE

OH MY GOSH OKAY 😭 THERES LIKE.. SO MANY OF YOU IN MY INBOX RN. AND MY DMS. AND WKKWKSJ???!!! (Small tag for @sister-nyx , @everybodyshusband , @hypnoneghoul , and @artificialmoth I know y'all were also interested) is this impractical? Ye. But it's fun to me

College AU — Zephrit

Warning: It's professor/student in this but everyone is consenting adults

Cw: Internalized Homophobia, Pet Play, Master/Pet dynamic, Power Imbalance

Ifrit at college on a sports scholarship, but he's recommended to have extra credits to keep his GPA up, so he takes a German language class. Mr. Zephyr Luft, this cold, no nonsense professor who has a reputation for kicking people out even for little things. So take Ifrit who's now suddenly the bane of their existence.

Snarky comments, not doing any work always with the excuse of "This is only extra. I don't need this course." And he's gotten so many academic write ups, even to the point of Mr. Luft talking to the sports director. Nothing. So, they take it into their own hands. Requesting Ifrit to stay after class one day, and he obviously automatically assumes he'll be getting "the talk" of why it's important to do work and that he'll be getting another deduction.

Zephyr waits until the final student closes their door before beckoning Ifrit near, getting up and walking around with their cane as they do, indeed, babble about how Ifrit will be getting a deduction. But also...

"I can tell you were never properly raised, Gör. Such a nasty tongue you own."

"Whatever you say, old man."

There's a sigh before Ifrit can only gasp as a hard wack goes to his ass, turning around and seeing Zeph slowly put their cane back and stare.

"Did you just—?!"

"Well, obviously. Do you feel like speaking with manners yet?"

Ifrit just scoffs, "I'll have your job you fucking pervert."

A simple shrug. "Then I guess I need to make my worthwhile."

Now, Ifrit's strong. Works out a lot. He's taller than them! So he doesn't understand how this older, shorter person that relies on mobility aids had the ability to slam him back over the desk and keep him pinned while caning his ass more and more.

Finally had enough and letting Ifrit drop, face a dark red, fists clenched. Zephyr is just as calm as ever, not even paying attention to Ifrit anymore as they return to their desk and mumble that administration is in a different building upstairs. Ifrit sniffles a bit before quickly getting up, grabbing his bag, and high tailing it out of there.

He's so fucking humiliated! He's a grown ass man who could've overpowered them! His own damn professor!! Who do they think they are?! Slams out of the building and to his car, wincing as he sits down and stares at the admin building Zephyr mentioned. He has all reason to go there. To report what was done to him... But... That would mean they'd have to see. They'd have to know that Ifrit was too weak and too much of a pussy to defend himself from some old guy. Swallows his shame and instead, just goes home early. Looking at his bruised ass in the mirror, cane welts very obvious.

It's in the shower where he massages the pain, his dick slowly getting hard and he just chalks it up to the water. Nothing else. Nothing else is in his mind as he released down the shower drain. Don't realize the pattern as every time he has Mr. Luft's class the rest of the week how he'll massage and jerk off again. And again. The memories of being bent over and used and... And... And that cold stare that he starts imagining watching him, demanding perfect satisfaction as Ifrit masturbates in front of them. Then slowly changing to that cane dragging between his thighs and making him rut against it.

He feels sick the first time he imagines one of his one-night stands as that same old asshole.

Staring at himself in the mirror, turmoil bubbling. He's not gay. He's never been gay. He loves women and pussy and tits, and so much. This must be his nerves, is all. Some kinda trauma thing maybe? But even still, he notices how his attraction has slowly shifted. They must be the exception. Attracted to a single amab body, that's it. That's all it is. But he craves it. Wants to feel that helpless again. Wants to feel his body pinned down and where he's not the one in control...

And Mr. Luft can do that.

Packs so slowly one day after class, waits until it's just them when he approaches their desk. Zephyr humming and asking if Ifrit's reported them yet.

"No... I just, uh," There's shame and embarrassment Zephyr instantly picks up on. "Would you... Would you do that again? To me?"

"Spank you?"

"Yeah..."

They stare at each other before Zephyr just laughs a bit, worsening Ifrit's shame. But, "You poor thing. Just a stray dog looking for warmth, aren't you?"

He just nods, keeping his eyes down but can see Zephyr lean back in their chair. "No need to whine, hund. I can take you home with me if you'd like. Give you what you want."

Ifrit nods, and the rest is history.

Given directions to Zephyr's home after classes are finished, Ifrit knocking with hesitation. Brought in and led to the bathroom, listening to Zephyr make demands of how Ifrit is to shower, to attempt to finger himself for the first time, and lay on Zeph's bed nude. He does as he's told, albeit questioning himself more and more. This is some freaky shit he's getting into, isn't it?

But oh... Oh it's worth it. Explained how it's not Mr. Luft in the bedroom, only Zephyr or even Master. That he must say thank you to everything given to him, even punishments. He didn't realize how much he missed that cane against his ass now with hands as well once they start. Who gets his ass eaten for the first time and cums from it. Sucks cock and fingers Zeph for them to ride him. The degradation and that sharpness on their tongue like always. Sometimes speaking it in German, Ifrit can't understand, but he can feel the tone and just whines from it.

He stays over, tucked into Zephyr's arm as they come down from their bliss. More internalized hatred bubbling in his mind but it always seems to mute when he focuses on Zephyr's heartbeat. How he hates having to leave, but Zeph assures that all Ifrit has to do is ask and their home is open to stray dogs.

Ifrit takes that offer.

Finding himself on his knees just about every other day for them, listening to commands and being dominated. Taking on his role of a dog, desperate for that love and care in the form of heavy hands and instructions. Finally, a simple collar around his neck. So many new things he's exposed to and he loves each and every one of them. How German lessons follow into the home, Ifrit bent over and spanked with either a ruler or their cane for every thing he mispronounces.

Finds himself with no interest in the opposite gender as he's come to terms of what he's attracted to, just how much Zephyr has opened his mind and what he enjoys. Learning so much about himself in the process. Not only does his grade drastically improve, but so does his mental health. Finds more confidence, a new release as he doesn't have to think with Zephyr. Just has to be a good dog and listen to what he's told to do. What's he's trained to do.

Always lingering in their classroom, spending lunches with them and his free time. Their relationship developing so much they officially start dating privately, and to the point Ifrit moves in with them out of his dingy apartment. They keep everything quiet, out of respect for each other and also Zephyr's job. Everyone thinks they finally had a meet God moment, as they've become different people basically. Even Zeph watching some of Ifrit's games and practices, that cold stare no longer being of distain but craving.

Just a loyal dog as ever.

[brucewaynehater101]

Breaking in because some months ago you posted an AU idea where Dick kills Batman before Damian arrives but imagine if Dick realized that Batman got so bad a child resorted to being brutalized because he thinks he's needed to fix him

So then Dick ends up killing Batman BEFORE Jason ever arrives, and disposes of the body in such a way, that trying to ressurect Bruce w/ Lazarus waters is pointless

There's two three four ways we can do this

a. Jason only learns of Batman dying after coming back to Gotham and before meeting the Batclan

b. Jason learns Batman died while still with the League, something that throws him, Thalia, Ra's, and whoever else for a loop

c. Jason doesn't even know Bruce is dead after getting to Gotham, and it takes time until he learns Dick is Batman

d. Jason and the League only knows of Batman being replaced or missing himself, and only later learn he's been found or announced dead

When the newest Red Hood tries to pull shit? Dick (the new Batman) has none of it as he is extrq protective of his Robins (Tim and Stephanie) after Jason died and Tim was abused

Now what to do w/ Bruce and Wayne Enterprises? I mean, Dick w/ Barbara and Tim's help can become the new patriarch and owner/CEO but there's also the fact that tjey need to navitage the chaos that is either Brucie Wayne dying or going missing qnd being qnnounced deqd unsuspiciously

There's also the idea that Dick (+any accomplices) would have to navigate relations with the Justice League whilst hiding his murder, and Gotham has to deal w/ the changes a new Batman introduces

Suddenly Batman is putting the wellbeing of the people, especially his kids, over justice and his ideals, and whether or not anybody suspects or knows this new Batman "took care" of the old one leaves a lot of potential for plotlines

Also Cassandra, if she still joins the Bats, has to grapple with the patriarch being a killer because the previous patriarch was an abuser

Gosh how will this affect Damian and how he's raised? How will the LOA respond to Bruce's death?

Oh yeah Jason, I can't imagine Dick would leave Joker alive either after what happened to Jason, especially if there was a Joker Junior incident

It's gonna be a mindfuck for he, he needs wanted for his father to prove himself as still being his dad, for Bruce to choose him over "The Right Thing To Do" even if Jason became something Batman would hate

Except Jason doesn't even get the closure of his father proving himself a failure of a father, because Bruce already failed as a father to Dick to such a degree that his reward was death

Jason doesn't know who his father is or would have beenanymore, just that Dick is to Tim, Stephanie and so on what Jay dad wasn't as he was in the League, training for an encounter that would never come

Ooh! But let's add on more, shall we?

I don't remember the og post you're referencing, but let's be mean to Dick :)

I like the many many possibilities for Jason you've listed out, but imma get specific on how Dick killed Bruce.

To be cruel, let it be an accident.

For the exact stage, perhaps the JJ incident still happened, but after Tim was Robin. Dick didn't find out about it because Bruce never informed him, and Dick was busy with Bludhaven and the Titans (it was another unfortunate timing for Dick).

About a year or so after the event, Tim is doing much better. He's been on the field for a bit and doesn't relapse as much (either into thinking he's JJ, Joker's his dad, or the laughing spells).

Joker captures Tim again and calls him "Junior." Dick has never seen Tim react the way he did to that name.

They have history. A bad one.

Bruce isn't surprised.

Bruce hid this from Dick.

The young adult has to take several breaths, but he holds his reservations. Maybe Bruce was respecting Tim's boundaries (yeah fucking right).

Fighting happens ya da ya da and Dick learns what Joker did to Tim.

He's fucking enraged. Joker has touched another sibling of his.

Then, the Joker and Tim are in a precarious position. Dick rushes to save Tim and barely manages to get him in time.

When Dick looks up, the Joker is perfectly fine. Nightwing feels his blood start to boil.

His baby brother almost slipped out of his grasp when he rushed as fast as he could to save him. Dick moved, without hesitation, to save Tim.

Batman would have had to move, without hesitation, to save Joker over saving Robin.

Batman put Joker's safety over Robin's.

The flip is instantaneous.

Nightwing starts pummeling the shit out of both Joker and Batman. Due to the element of surprise, Dick had the upper hand. He gets broken ribs and a concussion for his troubles, but Batman is beneath his fist taking the beating Nightwing is dealing out.

He never realizes Bruce has stopped breathing until he feels a hand on his elbow.

Tim's expression is grim as he focuses on Dick. The teen is heavily dissociating as he takes in the scene.

Tim's lips, when he glances down at Batman, start to tremble. He presses them together to try to keep a calm facade.

The teen closes his eyes, breathes in, breathes out, nods to himself, and then opens them.

Bruce is dead. Joker is dead.

They've got work to do.

~~~

In this AU, Steph becomes Robin during Tim's recovery stage from JJ and after this incident. Tim takes a step back after helping Dick dismantle and hide Batman's body to consolidate Dick's position as Wayne heir, majority shareholder, and Batman. He works with Babs to aid Dick in these various transitions.

Lucius is the acting CEO, which takes a huge load off of Dick's shoulders.

Dick is obviously not doing fine about accidentally murdering his dad. At least he killed Joker too, though.

Tim's not doing great either, but it's fine. He eventually steps back into the cape. Steph and him like to play pranks on Gotham. They both vehemently deny that there's two Robins running around at the same time.

I don't think Alfred would stick around after they murdered and covered up the murder of Bruce :/ I wish he would, but maybe he takes a nice retirement in England.

Babs, Tim, and Dick are good at covering their tracks. There's rumors that the new Batman killed the old one, but there's also rumors that he eats people.

The LoA don't know who killed Bruce, but they know he's dead. Tim and Dick still grieve him (feelings are fun like that), so they aren't on the suspect list.

Red Hood shows up demanding answers.

Batman (Dick) confirms that he *will* put his family first. Always.

[afreakingdork]

Hi hope your doing ok

question i read Hot Spot and it's good but what if...this really happen like what would donnie's reaction be?? What if leo really got her pragnent and what would both do?-shit what would we or y/n do??

Would there be a fight? Is someones dick getting choped off? (RIP leo's wee wee)

Again your stuff is-🤌🤌🤌

And Bye

Heyo! I'm doing quite well!

Oh man... this is a toughie!

Let's see....

I can see reader coming home to Donnie and he's just completely shut down. All that progress that he made, everything he's done, becoming happy, learning to live, in an instant, all of that was washed away. The one thing he allowed himself to believe in not only betrayed him, but did so with the worst possible person. He'd return to his shell and I find it hard to believe he would ever full return. This wasn't just some weak willed moment, this was, as reader put it, willful cheating. Reader has all their excuses for being swayed by scent or how they were in whatever kind of deficit, but they could have stopped and gone home to Donnie at pretty much any time.

To make matters all the worse, Donnie felt

every

single

second.

He was unwillingly along for the entire ride and the end with reader's completely submission.

Now what happens next is so iffy to me!

Does Donnie break the vows?

Does Donnie take care of the kid?

He still loves reader, but they have broken him in the exact way he was afraid of. He knew vulnerability opened up the option, but chose to chance it for reader. He'd see reader's action as something heinous, even for him.

That said, I don't know if he'd even blame them.

He'd be too far gone.

He wouldn't care.

I think reader would be the desperate one. Going through the waves of five stages of grief with a partner that just watches it happen. Them trying to bargain everything into being okay. Pleading that it was a one time thing. Screaming at Donnie to say something. To do something. To go after Leo. To do anything.

I can see Donnie saying his first words then about how Leonardo had semblance of an excuse, what did you have?

Reader would be devastated by that.

GOSH

I can only see it going one sad way after that!

The two would live together in that suffocating bubble and deteriorating relationship until it broke apart. Both would leave for longer hours until one just didn't come back. It's a slow process of the one that's left to pack up and then longing looks as they leave. Reader would probably move in with Coral and Nels and that'd be it. If they kept the kid and brought it to term then Leo would have dad visitation. Reader would probably never see Donnie again, but Donnie would be compelled to glimpse them. He always said he would let them go if that's what they wanted, but he never spoke for himself. He'd absolutely never love again and I think he'd find a way to keep the bond intact, but something he could turn on and off. Like modify the spell so he could get a one-way filter of reader's feelings at any given time.

[sugoi-and-spice]

Hi! I’ve been planning on sending you an ask ever since I binge read the Play Nice!

Like I don’t think I can ever describe well enough how much I love and enjoy it! I can see how much effort you put into every chapter and conversation as it flows so perfectly! And the rollercoaster of feels was just mwah! Exactly what I’ve been looking for! Like my heart really jumped up my throat and my mouth fell open when Shiggy asked her about her boyfriend’s dick?! Omg!😄 Ahh and how bad I felt for her when they had sex for the first time. After their feelings became more clear, I waited the whole time for her to break up with Mirio. You portrayed Shiggy’s character so well and I especially liked when he was pretending to be nice to her friends!😄 Of course we hate AFO in this too for being a dick obviously, but Kurogiri🫶🏽 Ahh he was so lovely! And I liked the little details you added, like her forgetting what Kurogiri looked like as if he was just a dark mist, you know! I also love how you pointed out the fact that red is a color that suits perfectly for Tomura🥹 I also find myself reading the parts where Spinner makes Shiggy realize how horrible he was to her at first and how he apologized her about the pain he had caused. The realization and his apology is actually something I’m interested in to hear how you planned it and if it was difficult?

I think there are much much much more I like to say, but so that this won’t end up too long, I’ll also send you a ⭐, so pls tell us about what you yourself have been dying to comment🤗

OOhhhh my gosh thank you so much for all of these kind words!!! I'm so glad that you love the fic and especially that you noticed all the fun little callbacks and details to the OG series that I threw in. For the Kurogiri one, I was really proud of that ref, but also, it was a way for me to get away without describing what he looked like without a quirk! Lmao!

And oooh yay, thank you so much for the Director's commentary request!! I think I'd like to use this time to talk about MC's hometown: Sukari!

A Google search will quickly inform readers that this is not a real place lmao. I was thinking of going with a real town in Tottori or Shimane prefecture - very heavily considered Iwami as a little throwback to my days in the Free! Iwatobi Swim Club fandom lol (Iwatobi is based off of Iwami), but ultimately I decided that I wanted to have a little more freedom with the location, since I'd already locked myself into this dumb location research whirlpool by having the main story take place in Tokyo. (And I'm stupidly detailed with things like that).

And especially since in the potential sequel I'm brewing up, MC and Shigaraki are going to spend a pretty meaningful amount of time there. 😉

So I decided to make a new location! Fans of Shig/Reader fics are obviously familiar with the fic Griefing and I LOVED what Rotpeach did in that fic with their original locations, continuing with the Star Wars naming conventions. (Reader's neighborhood of Sabuterra being a play on Subterrel) Horikoshi utilizes in the original series. So I adopted that into mine too.

Sukari is a simplification of Sukarifu - which is how you pronounce Scarif in Japanese!

Scarif felt like the best one-to-one for the type of beach town that MC grew up in. The only other beach we see in Star Wars I believe is Kashyyk, which obvi, already has it's own namesake in the main MHA series, Kiyashi Ward. And I guess there's Wasskah, but I thought the vibe of Scarif was a lot prettier and more fitting.

(Only beaches we see in the movies and The Clone Wars at least. Lol sorry, I don't keep up with the books or comics.)

Plus, Rogue One is probably one of, if not my favorite Star Wars Movie so it all tied together nicely.

Thanks again for the Director's commentary ask! I'm having a lot of fun with these so if anyone else wants to get some quick behind-the-scenes on any of my fics, go ahead and send in an ask!

Original prompt here!

[where-dreamers-go]

"Emotions And Realizations" Dick Grayson x Reader

(A/N: Part Four in the soulmate au series with 1960s Robin/Dick Grayson.

Last time we saw a secret spread through the city, trust broken, and soulmates having milkshakes. But wait. The most frustrating and exciting is yet to come!

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Reader has social anxiety? Use of (mx) and (Y/N). Dick Grayson is the sweetest person. Reader’s guardian is a doorknob/something else.

Word Count: 10,031 words)

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A quiet Sunday morning in Gotham City and all appeared to be normal. Weekend activities went as planned. The weather was beautiful. Birds chirped happily.

This stinks. You thought with a low huff.

In the study, the open history book on the desk hardly had your attention. A scratch piece of paper had more ink marks than your list of assignment answers.

An ‘attitude’? Are they serious? I’ve barely said anything to them since Monday. I’ve been neutral. Civil.

As of returning home on Saturday from the Wayne Manor, you were officially grounded.

You were in trouble. For what? What wrong had you done?

According to your guardian, you were in trouble for the next week. Reasonings being: of how you acted on Monday, your attitude for the past week, for not letting them know ahead of time you were going to see Dick Grayson, and missing a lunch they had planned with a friend on Saturday.

They didn’t exactly tell me about the lunch yesterday. Oh, but they’re disappointed. ‘You embarrassed me’. Sorry. Didn’t meant to. I’m not perfect.

You leaned back in the chair, glad you were alone in the room. Comfortable clothes gave you emotional support.

And then the whole: ‘Your punishment will be longer if you don’t do well on those quizzes coming up.’ Really? As if I don’t do my best every day? School isn’t easy. How much more well-behaved do I have to be? I don’t talk and it’s good, but if I don’t talk it’s bad?

Tapping the chair, you did your best to get out the energy fueled by frustration. Quietly. Always quietly.

No phone, you thought over the restrictions, and no desserts!

Four months ago it would had been a punishment in your favor. But, as of late, you had your soulmate physically in your life. Plus no desserts was unusual punishment.

You couldn’t even call to let Dick know. You were afraid to ask.

And Saturday had been so wonderful.

Attempting to return to the textbook failed. Again.

They’re just upset I wasn’t at the lunch. I’m not going to be home every second or available whenever. I don’t overhear every phone call they have. I’m bound to forget at least one thing.

Being grounded days after ‘offenses’ seemed to be reaching for more reasons to justify it all.

I’m not the one who broke a promise — spreading a secret that wasn’t theirs! People kept questioning me and—

Frustrations were high. Tension rekindling at home.

Knuckles popped and shoulders squared.

You huffed again.

Did you ever forgive your guardian for pushing you towards the Penguin or telling your secret? No. Definitely no in the near future either.

You figured the pushing towards a criminal was just really bad judgement. What else could it be?

The breaking a promise was something you would not forget and you’d be careful what you shared in the future with them.

To think, in contrast, you were becoming more comfortable sharing thoughts with Dick. He was a fantastic listener. A gosh darn good conversationalist too.

We don’t even have to talk. You thought and rolled the pen around with your fingers. Your thoughts going back to Saturday. He was so tired. If we were anywhere else, would he put his head down?

Exhaling, soon your shoulders relaxed. Thoughts of you soulmate playing in your mind.

Music played throughout the room. Just enough to keep the study from being so empty of sound.

Your textbook remained on the desk forgotten. It would have its time. Whenever you decided upon it.

Keeping your attention elsewhere was much more satisfying. Right where you wanted it.

In turn, the desk chair had been moved to the front of the loveseat where Dick was laying down.

“Tired?” You asked and brushed back a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

“No.”

“No?” You rested your forearms on your thighs as you leaned forward.

Dick cracked a smile.

“Then what are you doing here laying down? Testing the cushions?”

“I was waiting for you to finish with homework.”

“Well, I’m finished for now.”

“For now?” He questioned, tilting his head to see you better.

“Uh-huh.”

You watched on as Dick took ahold of your hands and brought them to his chest. Comfortable.

“You work too much.”

“So do you.” You poked his sweater-covered chest.

Bringing your hands up, he kissed your finger.

A familiar warmth flooded your chest.

You blinked and flexed your hands.

The textbook was still in front of you. Waiting. Your hands were no where near anyone else’s.

Okay, you thought. Aware of time spent being unproductive.

That word could ruin any mood.

Unproductive. You scoffed. I’m not a machine. If I want to think about my soulmate kissing— Wait…um.

His lips touched your fingertip. Softly and soon smiling.

Sitting there, you wondered and searched your mind to see if this was the first time you had thought of Dick in that way. Surely it wasn’t out of no where.

Did it matter if you didn’t know?

Thinking of playing with Dick’s hair and having soft domestic moments felt natural. As if that calmness could be a vacation of its own.

 Why wouldn’t you daydream of that? It was cute.

Imagining kicking the Penguin’s butt was one thing, but picturing a casual day was really nice. It could happen.

I mean…I never thought I’d be comfortable kissing someone’s cheek without being awkward. And he’s definitely okay with it. You smiled at the thought. Feeling his emotions is a bonus then.

You smiled down into your textbook.

The assignment still incomplete and waiting.

Hearing a voice muffled in another room, your hands tensed.

Your guardian was probably on the phone again.

Just finish here, you thought.

The lightness in your chest seemed to fold in on itself and dissolve. It made your stomach feel heavy.

Dick and I are friends. That’s better than anything I could ask for. We get to see each other and talk when we can. Kissing his cheek is…common in cultures and holding hands—that’s just what we do. We trust each other. You pressed your lips together and thought, we’re soulmates. And he’s literally Robin.

Slouching in the chair, you fought the urge to kick the desk.

“I really need to focus.” You muttered.

The assignment involved vocabulary from history.

Forcing yourself to sit upright, you looked at the text.

Huh. This would put even Dick to sleep, you mused. It’s just copying down the definition. It’s boring, but easy. If only the definitions weren’t so long.

Your hand took up the pen and jotted down the correct words. Such a mundane and mind numbing task with the copying.

Each word hardly left an echo in your mind. Sounds of the pen scrawling over paper only made you more aware of how quiet it was in the study. How alone you were when for once you did not want to be.

You desired good, genuine company. Even in the tiniest amount. Something positive to outweigh the rest.

You could almost hear Dick. His voice memorized and unforgettable in your mind.

Dick had a book in his hand as he sat comfortably on the loveseat.

“I think your favorite part is next,” he said with his nose buried in the book’s pages.

Muscles in your hand cramped, but your wrote on. Writing faster meant it would be finished before you declared it stupid and overly boring.

“I can read it to you, if you’d like?”

“You would do that?” You asked.

“Sure.”

Your hand stilled after you set down the pen. Aches slowly leaving your muscles.

Assignment complete.

You sat back and inhaled slowly.

Hopping onto the cushion beside Dick, you snuggled into his side.

“Holy racing car, you’re fast.”

“My hand hurts a little, but it’ll be fine.”

Expecting him to read out loud, you were surprised by Dick drawing an invisible smiley face on your forehead.

A cozy feeling blossomed in your chest.

“What was that for?” You questioned and wrapped your arms around his middle.

“To keep your frown away.”

“I think it worked,” you said with a smile.

Imagination could only get so far if it remained in your mind.

Beautiful words and fanciful thoughts could remain hidden with emotions if you wanted or you could put them to use. Learn from them.

A new project? Was it a good time to start one?

It wasn’t as if your guardian would know.

✧ ✧ ✧

Monday afternoon at the Wayne Manor was business as usual. Bruce Wayne read quietly as his youthful ward, Dick Grayson, completed homework.

Smiling to himself, Dick closed his textbook.

“All finished?” Bruce asked.

“Yup. The equations weren’t so tough today.” Dick gathered his belongings.

“That’s good to hear.”

Heading out of the room, Dick announced, “I’ll be right back.”

Taking the steps in quick succession, he cleared the stairs on his way to his bedroom.

I bet (Y/N) can finish homework faster, he thought. Maybe not as fast as them guessing books.

On Saturday, they all had done just that in the manor. Teaming up and guessing stories by describing characters made time fly by. Almost too quickly for Dick.

All the happiness of Saturday made Sunday feel off. Dick presumed it was from your absence. With only your emotions to accompany him, he still missed you. Perhaps more so if he couldn’t sense anything.

Yet there was not phone call that night to soothe him.

He lost track of time and he figured you were watching a movie. One you were eager to see. He didn’t want to bother or interrupt.

Dick only hoped that your many emotions were the results of watching the television and nothing more.

Wishing the best for you was what he’d always done. Even prior to meeting you.

Knowing you made him want to share the best with you.

Dick Grayson’s smile returned.

Yes, his schoolwork was put away, but that only freed up space in his mind to think of his soulmate.

He knew why.

Holding hands and drinking milkshakes answered questions he didn’t know he had.

Dick Grayson had a crush on his soulmate. He’d had a crush for a while.

Being together on Saturday only solidified his realization. Holding hands more consciously than reflexively. You were closer, more open with each other.

To contain that knowledge and excitement was near impossible.

Dick was on the verge of telling Bruce.

Why not? He was so happy. He couldn’t keep that to himself. He shouldn’t have to.

I wonder what Bruce will think. The youth thought as he exited his room. I forgot to tell him. Gosh. How busy can we get?

Descending the stairs took him seconds.

Getting Bruce Wayne’s attention took less.

“Hey, Bruce?” The ward called as he returned to the sitting room.

“Yes? What is it, Dick?”

“(Y/N) is really swell.”

Bruce smirked as if he knew what was on the young man’s mind.

“And their smile is the brightest I’ve ever seen.” He sat down on the nearest armchair. “If you could mashup beautiful and handsome in one word—that’d be a word I’d use for them.”

“Both words can be used in exchange for the other depending on context.”

“Gosh, Bruce, I didn’t think of that, but…there should be another word that multiplies the meaning.”

“And why is that?”

“Because saying they’re good-looking after saying how intelligent they are doesn’t sound right..” Dick rested his chin on his hand. “I mean—they are lovely too.”

“Yes. You said as much yesterday and after they left on Saturday.” He smirked again.

“Oh.” His hands folded in his lap. “I guess, I did.”

“It’s alright, Dick.” Bruce reassured him. “It makes me wonder if I’m the only person you should be telling this to.”

His eyes widened. It hadn’t occurred to Dick to consider telling you how wonderful of a person you were. Well, in the right situation anyway. That was only half of it.

He’d never complimented you at that level in full.

“I don’t think I’m ready to tell (Y/N) how I feel—I know that sounds ridiculous. We sense each other’s emotions, for crying out loud!” He sighed, “The problem is: I don’t know where I’d start. They’re practically my best friend.”

“That’s not the worst problem to have.”

“I know. Having a soulmate is the complete opposite of a problem.”

Bruce smiled and stated, “You two get along very well.”

“And (Y/N) knows more about me than other students at school.” Dick chuckled to himself and added, “At the student council meeting today, I imagined what it’d be like with (Y/N) there. They’d have great ideas. I could take a good guess what their responses would have been too.”

Not many people had mentioned the word ‘soulmates’ at school, but Dick knew they would if you were there with him. He was confident he could handle it.

But what about you?

How would you feel about it?

How would you react to Dick’s developing emotions?

“Is it too soon to tell them? I don’t want to make them uncomfortable.”

“There is no set time frame,” said Bruce. “Your concern for them shows how much you care for their well-being. Keep that in mind as you move forward.”

“That’s just it,” Dick sighed. “I don’t know when, but I’d love to now.”

“Don’t stress too much on the subject, old chum. Trust in the connection you two have and let the rest come naturally.”

Sitting up straight, Dick said, “Gosh, you’re right, Bruce. I’m worrying about something that hasn’t happened. It’s silly.”

“But you care.”

Dick nodded.

Of course Dick Grayson cared about his soulmate. He cared deeply.

If he felt a fluctuation of negative emotions from you, he wanted to know the cause. To be there with you would surely allow him to offer help or support.

Glancing up at the time, he figured you were definitely working on something. Not that the time was his main clue, however your undulating feeling of frustration. Either way, he could only suppose.

Would it be alright to call now? Dick wondered as he yearned to hear from you. It’s not late. Heck, it’s early!

He wrung his hands together.

“May I use the phone?” Dick asked, arms posed and ready to move.

“You may.”

Dick didn’t need to be told twice.

Leaning over to the side table, he picked up the phone and dialed your number.

I should ask what they watched last night.

The phone rang on the other end.

Or if anything interesting happened in class. Or if that spider came back. It had a name—

“Hello?” Your guardian’s voice sounded.

“Hello. It’s Dick Grayson. Is—?”

“Hello! How are you?” They interrupted with enthusiasm.

“I’m well. Thank you. How—?”

“I haven’t heard from you in so long. You must all be so busy in that manor. I can only imagine how many charities are planned. My friend and I — we met in college — we’ve been trying to talk their sister into hosting an event later in the summer. I’d love it sooner, but those things take forever to plan. Don’t they?”

“I believe so.”

Dick sat down and wondered how he became reeled into the conversation.

“I feel as if it’s been too long since I’ve been to a dinner party. The one my neighbor held was more of a night out. We weren’t at her place long. They have a fabulous music room. Even a harp.” They sighed longingly. “I always wanted a music room, but we have the study instead. At this rate it’ll turn into a library.”

“(Y/N) loves to read,” Dick piped up, “and they love music.”

“Very true.” Their tone was flat, but attentive.

He took his chance, “Is (Y/N) there? May I speak to them?”

“They’re here.”

He smiled.

“But they can not use the phone—.”

“What? Why? Are they all right?” Dick gripped the phone tightly.

“Their phone privileges are suspended and they can not go out until their punishment is over.” They stated calmly; adding nothing further.

It was too calm for Dick’s liking.

“Alright, I understand.” He swallowed down his rising emotions. “Can you let them know I called, please?”

“Sure. Don’t be a stranger.”

Dick could picture their smile with their chirper voice. It irritated him as he hung up the phone.

“What is it, Dick?” Bruce asked, giving his ward his full attention.

“(Y/N) isn’t allowed to use the phone because they’re in trouble,” Dick wiped his palms on his trousers, “but I don’t know what they did.” Confusion and shock lingered in his voice.

“Oh.” He said softly. “You spoke with their guardian.”

“They didn’t even sound angry or…concerned. They were too busy talking about planning a party.”

“This is unexpected news.”

“You’re telling me.” He sat back with a huff.

“Dick, this maybe a good time to practice patience. Their punishment will not last forever.”

“But they’re innocent.” He leaned forward, fist hitting the chair. “I can’t—I won’t believe they did anything wrong.”

Bruce only nodded. There was not much else to say if they weren’t given even half a story for explanation.

It was out of their hands.

Dick didn’t know when he’d hear from you or see you next. He could only feel your emotions. He couldn’t do anything else. Again, he was powerless. Back to the beginning.

But they’re innocent. What could they have possibly done? Dick thought woefully. Now Aunt Harriet will have something else against their guardian. Not just spreading our secret. … How long do punishments last?

✧ ✧ ✧

Gotham City, peaceful and busy as usual. The end of the work week was approaching and most were thrilled for the upcoming weekend.

For you, the week was going by slowly at school and quick at home. A real drag, really. Not much in your favor. It was only Thursday and your to-do list grew.

I’m going to need to rewrite the to-do list, you thought, already picturing the side notes and scratch marks on the paper. Nearing the end of the semester and it’s a mess. Kind of like this week.

Stepping lively, you were well on your way to the Gotham City Library. The second stop on your search for a book. Your friend Lucy had recommended it the day before.

The end of year essay wasn’t going to write itself and what you needed wasn’t even in your school’s shelves. Even the book store near home was lacking, but you had checked first—just in case.

It was up to you to make it happen.

Too bad it had to include asking your guardian’s permission in the morning. In any other situation it would be fine, but there was the punishment clinging to your every move. Making you second guess yourself and your actions.

So you walked on. With the huge library in sight, you grew impatient, wanting the week to be over. Again.

How ridiculously repetitive.

At least the topic of your paper would ease away from that. It would give you something interesting to focus on.

For once, you just really needed to be anywhere but at home. A breather. Time to decompress and just be.

The trip to the library was a small piece of that. A library had much to offer to citizens after all.

✧ ✧ ✧

Just outside of Gotham City, inside the Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson worked diligently on his school essay. Ever the prudent student.

Not many things could distract him from a goal. He was well versed in work ethic.

Yet there was for certain one thing that could make Dick rush out of a room.

“Excuse me, Master Dick.”

The youth peered up from his papers.

“A phone call from a certain soulmate.” Alfred smiled.

He leapt to his feet, shouting, “Holy rule breaking!”

“So it seems.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” Dick said before tearing through the house to reach the phone. One of them at least.

Bruce Wayne was already pointing in the right direction as Dick peeled around the corner.

“Thank you!” Dick called over his shoulder.

Coming to a halt by a small table, Dick brought the phone to his ear.

“Hello? (Y/N)?” He did his best not to shout in his excitement. Dick was ever so eager to hear from you.

“Dick, hey,” your voice greeted him warmly.

A smile spread across the youth’s face.

“How are you? Your guardian said you weren’t allowed to use the phone. Are you not in trouble any more?”

“I’m okay,” you answered. “I…uh, I’m at the Gotham City Library—the big one. And technically, I shouldn’t be calling you.”

“You’re still in trouble? Why?”

“That’s what I wanted to tell you. My guardian hadn’t told anyone on the phone, so I figured that included you.”

“They told you that I called?”

“Only that you called.” You clarified. “They’re upset I missed a lunch with them and a friend of theirs on Saturday, that I hadn’t talked to them that week, and other ridiculous stuff that they chose now to pin against me.” You huffed, irritated.

“That’s terrible. They’re the one who couldn’t keep a secret. For a day.”

“It’ll be fine. They’re just embarrassed, I guess, that they had to make an excuse why I wasn’t with them for lunch. They’ll forget about it eventually or get over it.”

Dick held the phone closer.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine.” You said. “Just need to grab a book for the essay.”

Hmm. They don’t seem fine.

“What were you writing for your paper?” He asked, his mind coming up with a plan.

“Edgar Allan Poe writings.”

“Oh.”

“I’m hoping the book isn’t checked out here too.”

“Alright. You should go find it before someone else does.” He advised and checked the clock.

I’ve got time.

“True.”

It’s a huge library.

“Hopefully, we can talk again soon. I just wanted to call and not leave you with so any questions without answers.”

“Thanks.” Dick said. “I really appreciate it. I’ve been running in circles trying to figure out why you, of all people in the world, were in trouble.”

“Bad luck?”

“You don’t have bad luck.”

“Not with you.”

His shoulders relaxed and his smile softened.

“Anyway. I should go. I’ll miss you. Take care, okay?”

“I will. I hope you find everything.”

“Me too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Hanging up the phone, Dick Grayson felt no ill feelings for not saying how he’d miss you.

No, because Dick had decided on going to the same library.

“Hey, Bruce,” he said as he raced upstairs, “I have to go to the library.”

Practically flying through the manor, Dick retrieved his car keys, and headed back downstairs.

“Dick.”

The youth stopped in his tracks.

“We can not do anything about (Y/N)’s punishment because it is a personal household matter.”

“I know,” he replied despairingly. His whole body seemed to weigh down with the knowledge.

“Good and I trust you’ll help them the best of your ability without breaking the guidelines of their punishment.”

“I promise, Bruce,” he urged, “and I promise I’ll be back soon to work more on my paper.”

So Dick Grayson was on a solo mission. His goals were formed with good intentions.

Could he make it to the library in time to see you?

✧ ✧ ✧

Shelves of knowledge stood proud and ready for the minds of Gotham City. Its largest library had much to offer.

Peering around at the next aisle, you hoped you were in the correct section.

This makes my school’s library look like a forgotten storage room, you thought. At least it’s organized. No wonder Lucy told me I’d like it here. You snuck a peek at the spines of some books. And I also know why Lucy had to save Elliot—he’d get lost in a one-room apartment. You shook your head.

Your friends really were something else. Charming, full of personality, and very much a bunch of teenagers.

The same teenagers who thought you were pranking them when you mentioned your punishment. Too bad their laughter ended, you missed the sound. Yet their sudden change to rage may have added fuel to your inner rebellion. Perhaps a little.

In such a large library, you were definitely calmer than you would had been at home with your guardian.

Calm was soft within you, however there was a bubbling delight from Dick. Through your soulmate bond, it was feeling less muffled as it increased rapidly.

What is he doing? You wondered and read a few more spines of books, still searching. It might be on the other bookcase. This is still the beginning of the authors alphabetically.

You sighed.

Quietly, someone walked up beside you on your left.

“Jane Austen, huh?”

Your confusion hit you like a wall. You knew that voice.

Turning, you were instantly met with familiar bright blue eyes and a wide smile.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you.” Dick beamed. His excitement shining through.

“Are you crazy? I’m in trouble. If my guardian finds out you were here too, I’ll be worse off.”

“Are they here?” He glanced around rapidly.

“No.”

“They won’t find out.”

It scared you to think if otherwise they did.

Closing your eyes, you exhaled slowly.

Breathe. We’re fine. We’re okay.

“Are you upset I came?” He asked.

Your eyes snapped open and your shoulders dropped.

“No. Of course not.” You ducked your head. “I’m sorry. I’m just on edge because of everything at home and I’m tired. I don’t mean to push anything at you.”

Gently, Dick brought you into a hug. Keeping you close.

An almost reset to the scratchy emotions that plagued you happened. Setting you both back to calm. At ease in one another’s presence.

Pulling out of the hug, Dick suggested, “How about I help you find the right book?”

“That’d be great and much appreciated.”

The search was on.

It was the largest library in Gotham City. Where better to find the sources you needed?

“The Odyssey?” Dick read aloud.

“Not quite.” You smiled and continued searching the shelf below. “If we find any Shakespeare, we’ve gone too far. So no Othello either.”

“Hmph.”

“My friend Elliot was writing his essay about the creatures in The Odyssey, I think. Either that or the physics of the bow.” You shrugged. “Our teacher wouldn’t let Charlotte write about her treasure theories.”

“Treasure theories?”

“Hidden treasures, ancient texts, and stuff like that.”

“Cool.”

“I know. Too cool for the teacher, I guess.”

Both of you finished checking a whole bookcase before skipping over to the one further along the wall. Being thorough was an unspoken deal.

With Dick there, you could search twice as fast. Not that it was a race, however being as you both went left to right looking through two shelves—it mirrored a carnival game.

Your soulmate was solely focused on helping you find the right back. It was endearing.

Having gone through another week of unforeseen obstacles, you didn’t scold yourself from sneaking glances at him. You were curious of how he reacted to the world and its stories.

Dick Grayson was different than your other friends and those you spoke to at school. Super excitable and incredibly polite. He wasn’t one to gossip about other people to keep you in the know. There was a sincere gentleness instead of a bluntness with a hint of humor to soften the words.

Being around Dick, you were less inclined to feel out of place if you said something ‘weird’ or if you expressed how you had never done something. With him, you felt comfortable. As if the chance of looking or sounding odd was extremely low, so there was no need to second guess how you presented yourself.

Out of everyone in your life, your soulmate was the most unlikely person to ever make fun of you. No being the butt of a joke. No unnecessary comments because someone twisted your words. There was Dick’s unique personality and caring nature. And so much more.

I’m lucky we even met, you thought. He’s also The Boy Wonder in his spare time. Don’t know the odds of that.

Your fingers brushed passed the last book of that row.

“Still nothing. No Poe.”

“Ancient structures?” Dick read aloud before his gaze searched for you. There was a humorous lilt to his tone.

Shaking your head, you offered him a smile.

“What’s that doing here?”

He shrugged.

“Maybe next year I’ll write about those arches that stand against gravity with the power of math,” you mused and kneeled down to check more books.

“I don’t think that narrows it down. Which one?” He asked as he knelt down with you.

“The ones with all the same small rectangles except the top center piece. That one keeps it from moving or falling.”

“Oh. That would be much different than the one you’re writing now.”

“True, but my decision isn’t set in stone.”

Full grin appearing, Dick shook his head. It was hardly a disapproval.

“Did you set me up for that?” Inquired Dick.

“It was a last minute thought. If I preplanned it, you’d hopefully be laughing.”

“I would.”

“Alright.” You continued smiling. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Why’s he so smiley today? We’ve barely done anything.

Remaining in the fiction section, there was almost an endless amount of stories to dive into. Adventures, mysteries, romances, thrillers, and poetry.

Only one was on your list.

We already passed Austen and Homer. Come on. Where is it? You thought.

That was when you saw it: Edgar Allan Poe.

Ah ha!

Dick’s attention was on your before you made a move for the book. No doubt sensing your thrill of finally finding what you were after.

“I was beginning to get worried,” you muttered.

Grabbing the book from the shelf, you flipped through to the table of contents and stood up.

“Oh, good. It has all of his works. I mean, obviously.”

You offered Dick to flip through it.

“The Complete Tales And Poems of Edgar Allan Poe,” he read. “Aren’t some of these stories sad?” He stood beside you.

“In a way, but mostly a darker tone than reading a theatrical tragedy. It’s the mood.”

He turned a few pages.

“Poe did have a lot of….sad times in his life.”

Closing the book and handing it back to you, Dick asked, “Why did you choose his works?”

“How about I give you a copy of my paper when I’m finished and you can get a different view?”

His blue eyes seemed to sparkle with his eagerness.

“Gee, really? I’d love to read it.”

Dick’s eagerness felt as if it collided and twisted with your own. Merging into a warmth that had you both smiling.

“Alright, but I have to write it first.” You said and walked around the bookcase.

Movement across the room made you freeze.

Someone was stuffing an old bust statue into their jacket. Two others nearby had shifting gazes.

Someone was up to no good in the library!

A criminal?

Retreating, you grabbed Dick’s arm and pulled him back behind the bookcase with you. You put a finger to your lips before pointing.

Dick peered between the shelf. As his eyes widened, so did his mouth. The first word forming.

No.

Acting swiftly, you covered his mouth before he could exclaim. You gave him a warning look.

He nodded as you lowered your hand.

“We need to warn someone,” you whispered.

Again, he nodded. Blue eyes watching the people’s every move. Taking in details.

Grabbing his hand, you gave a tug.

Come on. You can play crime-fighting later.

Thankfully, Dick took the hint.

With hands held tightly together and quiet steps, you both snuck your way to another area of the library. Watching your back, you both made sure you weren’t caught.

Surely two teenagers holding hands couldn’t be an alarming sight to the criminal lookouts. Nothing to raise suspicion.

Your actions did, however, catch the attention of a librarian. Dick was quick to lead you to their desk.

“Can I help you?” The librarian asked. Their expression softening when they saw the book in your hand.

“Yes, please.” You placed the book on the surface. “May I check out this book, please? And…uh…”

The librarian leaned closer, waiting.

“We saw someone stash one of the statues in their jacket.” Dick proclaimed with urgency. “There were three of them.”

“Oh my—three of them?” The librarian inquired.

“No.” Both Dick and yourself urged, hands gripping the edge of the desk.

“People. Long jackets on.” You clarified.

“They were stealing.” Dick insisted.

Alarm lit in the adult’s eyes.

“Oh dear.” Fumbling and stamping, the librarian handed you back the book before picking up a telephone. Their eyes were trained somewhere behind you.

Before you could turn around, Dick had taken your hand and was leading you through another doorway. The two of you kept a hurried pace. Finished with business at the library, it was time to scurry away from any possible danger.

What are the odds? You wondered. Is it more from living in Gotham or him being Robin? Our timing? Day of the week?

Stepping out doors shook you from your thoughts with the afternoon light. Still hand in hand, you and Dick went down the library’s steps with practiced ease.

“Everything’s a surprise today, I guess.” You muttered.

“Hopefully that was all.” Said Dick as he lead you down the sidewalk at a slower pace. “I can drive you home.”

“What?” You looked to him baffled.

“If you want, I can dri—?”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“(Y/N),” Dick said gently and turned to you, “I want to make sure you get home safe. Driving you home isn’t a problem or a bother. It never will be.”

You knew that. For some reason your first response was never an answer.

The grip you had on his hand tightened.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m always glad to be with you.”

His words struck a cord in your chest. An area left alone to its own devices, quietly always wishing for something. Deep in that space in your heart, his words stretched and made themselves at home. Settling in warmly. Coating the area with something akin to recognition and affection.

What were you to do with that? No one had ever told you words so earnestly. None having to do with being in your company.

Always glad to be with me.

Finding your soulmate’s red car parked, he opened the passenger side door and let you sit before he made his way to the driver’s side.

He drove all the way here just to help me find this book. He got us away. He…he’s always there for me.

A burning threat of tears stung your eyes and you repressed them. You didn’t want to worry Dick.

Everything’s fine. You mentally told yourself while incoherent and fumbled feelings tried supplying unwanted thoughts into your head. It was not the right time to decipher those fully. Thoughts of how perhaps you weren’t doing enough.

Clicks of the seatbelts caught your attention enough to quiet subconscious worries.

Enjoy your time with him. Darn the punishment a little longer. You exhaled slowly.

“Are you alright?” Dick asked, worry lining his eyebrows. 

You peered over to him and decided to answer in full. “I’m better. Just…calming down.”

“You can listen to the radio if you’d like.” He turned the key in the ignition.

“Mmm. It’s been a few days.”

“Since what?”

“Since I’ve listened to the radio or a vinyl.” Seeing his confused gaze, you quickly added, “Because I feel like I shouldn’t because I’m grounded.”

Dick stared at you for a moment, car still parked. Not really speechless, no matter how silent he was then, but concerned. Blue eyes searching for an answer. No questions brought up.

Softly, you patted your thighs.

“Yup.” You muttered.

It’s just the radio. Should I just turn music on? You snuck a peek at the controls. Should I say something?

“Are you afraid you’ll be in more trouble or are you,” he swallowed and continued, “afraid something might happen at home?”

Heat filled your body uncomfortably. A fear you didn’t want to face head on.

“I’m just trying to make as little disturbance at home as possible. Blend in to the furniture, I guess.”

With a new frown, Dick sank further into his seat. “I’m sorry you have to do that. And I’m more sorry that I can’t do anything.” His voice dropped, “I wish I could.”

Your heart ached at his words.

How do I keep worrying him?

“You do more than enough. More than I could think of asking. I never know how to express how much that means to me.” You leaned closer, placing your hand on his arm. “But I’ll gladly think of a million ways on the ride home.”

A tiny smile curled his lips.

“I’ll be okay at home. I promise.”

Sighing with a short nod, Dick put the car in drive and safely pulled out onto the street.

A lift home from a caring soulmate. Gratitude passed around with smiles. The radio’s volume loud enough to combat the air rushing by.

How lucky could you two be?

About two blocks away from your destination, you felt your anxiety and worry growing.

“Dick.”

“(Y/N)?” He smiled. Mood lifted enough to not register yours as easily.

“Can you drop me off a block away? Please?”

Dark eyebrows shifting from surprise to concern, he asked, “A block? Why?”

“Because I don’t want to chance it. What if they’re home? What if a neighbor sees too and tells them?”

“Alright.”

There was no argument. No brushing off your list of concerns. It was refreshing and highly appreciated by yourself.

“Thank you.” You said as the car was stopped in a safe area.

I’m going to hug him like there’s no tomorrow.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you reached across the center console as Dick did. A hug was shared tightly. Your chin on his shoulder as he did the same to you in return.

There was much joy radiated between, regardless of how bittersweet the situation. All accompanied by a hope that neither of you would be separated without communication for too long.

I feel bad that he’s the friend I want to see the most. But, you thought and slowly pulled away, he’s my soulmate.

You had missed him so much already with his genuine smiles and you were both a little too close to another criminal encounter. Being lucky and grateful, you thought of something. You could express a little more gratitude for him going into the city to help you. Something sweet. An action he would be okay with.

“Also.” You gently held his jawline between your hands. “If I may?”

His eyes widened, but he nodded. Keeping his arms on the center console.

“Thank you,” you kissed his right cheek, “and thank you.” You pressed a kiss to his other cheek.

Dick’s lips pulled into a wide smile.

Sparks and rolls of warm emotions informed you just how much your gesture affected him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Now get yourself home, okay?”

“I will.” He reached up and gave your hands a squeeze. “I’ll wait here until I see you’re going inside.”

“I’ll be quick.”

After eventually letting each other go, you gathered your belongings and stepped out of the car.

“Tell everyone I said ‘hi’, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

“See yah,” you waved.

“Hopefully soon.” Dick waved back, still smiling.

✧ ✧ ✧

A busy afternoon led the young ward to return to the stately Wayne Manor.

Much work was to be done. The essay!

Flutters and waves of conflicting emotion left Dick Grayson in an odd state of contentment. Between his soulmate’s punishment, spending time with you, the criminal in the library, and the two kisses he received — Dick was a little dizzy. Happily so given the latter.

“Dick,” Bruce set down a book, “are you all right? You look lost in thought.”

“I’m fine.” Dick did a quick check, looking for his aunt. Walking to stand close to Bruce, he informed him of what he witnessed at the library.

They were both hushed in their exchange.

Thankfully, the police could handle it. They were fully capable of handling the criminals.

The youth leaned on the furniture. A little forlorn that he wouldn’t be suiting up as Robin, however content to remain home. His thoughts were still on his soulmate after all.

Dick smiled to himself.

Images of you searching books, holding his hand, and being close all ran through his mind like a movie he wanted on repeat. He enjoyed every moment.

If only they weren’t in trouble with their guardian, Dick thought with a pout. It’s ridiculous. He crossed his arms.

Peering over at his ward, Bruce inquired, “Did you help (Y/N) find what they were looking for prior to…seeing the pieces of art?”

The mere sound of your name lit a happy hum in the youth’s mood.

Perhaps that was Bruce’s purpose for mentioning you. He did know his ward well enough.

“I did. They chose to write about Edgar Allan Poe’s writings for their paper.”

“Intriguing choice.”

“I know.” Dick chuckled and added, “They’re going to let me read it when they’re finished.”

“Then it looks like you’ll be adding an essay to your summer reading list.”

“Sure will.”

Dick was more curious to read your essay. To read your thoughts and see how your words flowed across a page.

What would he learn? How would he feel? Should he give you something in return?

“Before you an read (Y/N)’s essay, you better work on your own.” Bruce advised.

Blue eyes widened in realization.

“I almost forgot. Thanks, Bruce.” He said bashfully. “Oh! And (Y/N) says ‘hi’.”

The man smiled. “Hopefully we can all greet each other in person.”

“That’s what I’ve been thinking.” Dick exclaimed as he strode out of the room.

“Be patient, Dick.”

Patience. What’s patience going to do if their guardian decides to pick and choose when (Y/N) has been ‘bad’? What do they even tell (Y/N)? Are they mean or worse? Is it calm? And they were talking about parties instead of asking if I wanted to talk to (Y/N) or give me a chance to ask!

Trudging up the stairs didn’t last long as Dick made his way back to his room. A paper needed completing.

It was clear that Dick wasn’t happy with how your guardian had decided to handle things, but that was something he could not get involved in. No matter how desperately he wanted to. He wanted to ask why. He wanted to defend you. To find reason to it all. But he had to hold that in. If anything, it would add some fuel to any future punches as Robin. Relieve frustration.

Not the most healthy choice, but the thought might be present then. That and how you knew he was Robin. A completely different thought he was not ready to add to any time soon.

He’d save you from a day of stress and panic if he could. The last thing he wanted was to be the cause of it, again. That, he could control if it was only his words.

You two were separated and it felt different, tainted.

Dick just had to wait. Trusting you could take care of yourself. You had done so this long. The least he could do was be patient.

He saw on his bed with a soft sigh.

(Y/N) want to blend in to the furniture at home. What…what would (Y/N)’s guardian say if (Y/N) acted more…? He frowned. What have they told (Y/N) in the past?

The thoughts and images they produced made him feel uncomfortable. He was still unsure how to process your words from earlier. It only made him realize how little he knew of your home life.

But they promised they would be okay at home.

Sat with wondering thoughts, Dick Grayson knew he would pay even more attention to his soulmate’s guardian. Perhaps answers to his growing questions could be found without asking.

Who said he had to be dressed as Robin to find answers?

✧ ✧ ✧

Home. A place of rest, shelter, and essentials.

In Gotham City, a Friday evening could hold promises of fun and entertainment. The end of the work week.

Or the continuation of schoolwork for some.

Sitting on your bed beside your beloved Sir Hopps, you wrote something down onto the extra papers. Schoolwork off to the side. Writing your thoughts and more seemed to help. All of them kept in their own small keepsake box. Dated and filled with your inner most thoughts, feelings, and dreams. To get them out of yourself. All were addressed to your soulmate, however none were to leave the box. Not any time soon. You had wondered if you should stick them in a journal, easier to read through.

It helped when you only had your plush bunny to confide in. He was easier to talk to than most. Never told a secret in his blue fluffy life.

Sir Hopps and yourself were the only ones in the household who knew your trip to the library included more than finding a book.

Not that my guardian really cared. You thought. I don’t think they know who Poe is. Maybe I’m wrong. Who knows?

No more trouble befell you at home. No added punishment.

You were left to your own activities.

That was good news as much as having the outline for your essay almost finished. Marking down where the sources from the book were to be placed practically made it a guide—easier. Added that you wrote snippets around them.

Holed up in your bedroom made writing and taking breaks feel more natural. You didn’t have to physically pretend it was difficult or that your hand cramped to justify your actions. There was no one to judge with eyes or words.

Sir Hopps certainly wasn’t going to voice criticism.

You were certainly calm in your room. So much so that you could sense Dick’s contentment.

He could be doing anything right now. Well…not anything. Writing or reading maybe.

Placing another note into the keepsake box, you closed it and hid it underneath your bed.

“I can’t wait until summer,” you murmured to Sir Hopps.

I shouldn’t be grounded for too much longer. Another week maybe. I’m still doing well in school. I haven’t even looked at ingredients for cookies.

You flicked at a piece of paper.

Maybe it’s a good thing Dick doesn’t visit here. You thought bitterly. My guardian isn’t always as fun s they sound. And Dick is…fun. He’s a close friend, trustworthy, caring—so caring—and so many other things. My soulmate. A warmth tickled your chest at the word. You smiled. He’s brave too. Generous. Intelligent.

What fun you two could have if given the chance?

You returned to lounging on your bed.

Tired from a day of school and more, you groaned at the sound of the phone ringing in another room.

No. You dropped your head onto the mattress. Are they playing phone tag or something?

It only rang once more.

A relief to you as well as an itching suspicion.

Hopefully it’s nothing.

In a matter of minutes, there was a knock on your door before it opened. Your guardian stepped in.

Sitting up, your heart leaped, all your senses on alert.

“That was Lauren. She invited us to see a movie.”

Charlotte’s mom. She’d been talking about convincing her mom to go.

Your guardian looked at you expectantly.

“Anyone home?” They asked.

“I’m allowed to go?” You questioned hesitantly.

“Yes, why?”

“I am grounded.”

There was a pause in their movements. A crease between their brows.

Are they serious?

They shrugged and replied, “And now it’s done with.” Heading out of your room, they left the door wide open. “Get ready for the movie, if you’re going.”

“I’m going.” You responded and rushed to your closet.

A punishment over?

An outing with others to watch a movie?

A wonder how fast your night could change by one person’s decision.

. . .

Movie theater seating to a soiree. A group of friends sat waiting for the show to begin. It was debatable who talked more: the teenagers or the adults.

You sat between your friends. Your guardian, Charlotte’s mom, and Nathaniel were on your left. On your right sat Charlotte, Lucy, and Lucy’s younger brother Roger.

All of which chatted amongst themselves. Each keen in their own right about the weekend ahead.

I guess I can be excited too, you thought. I’m not in trouble any more. Officially. I can have dessert again, watch the television on Sunday night, maybe bake something, and I can call Dick. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled. Maybe more than me. Probably.

“You’re free now.” Charlotte rejoiced and squeezed your arm for a moment.

Reflectively, you stilled, however said, “Let’s not jinx it.”

“I won’t jinx anything.���

“Right. And who can’t write about their theories on hidden treasures?” Nathaniel leaned forward to question.

“Coincidence.”

“You shouldn’t have started writing it before it was approved,” you said. “But you could turn it into a book one day. Don’t waste it.”

“It would make a good story.” Lucy added.

“No. It was suppose to be my essay.” Charlotte whined and sat back in the seat.

“It’s okay.”

Charlotte sighed dramatically and turned to you.

You rose an eyebrow.

“How come you’re not writing yours about soulmates? I’m sure it would’ve been approved.”

“What? No.” Your quick response caught your friends’ attention.

“Why not? It could be a journey of how you and Grayson met and how your relationship blossomed. How the city found out. The drama. The secret dates—.”

“Dates? We’re not dating.”

“Really?”

“Well, do you consider doing homework and practicing different languages a date?” You laughed.

Beside you, Nathaniel chuckled.

“It would depend on what you’re whispering in the other languages.” Charlotte teased, snickering.

The others joined in. Perhaps not fully able to imagine you doing so.

“Hey, now.” You defended yourself. “It’s strictly what’s in the books…and Mister Wayne would know what we’re saying. But we’d probably say something silly.” A small laugh escaped you.

The thought of saying something in another language to Dick in the manor and it being purposely funny made you smile. But to say something flirtatious? What Charlotte was hinting at? That thought sent more uneasiness than butterflies in your stomach.

I couldn’t do that, you thought. That wouldn’t be right when Mister Wayne is usually right there. Or Mrs. Cooper! No, no, no. Absolutely not. Woo. And I’m pretty sure Dick would flush for a week straight. You slouched in the seat. Heck! I’d hide for a week straight! That wouldn’t be appropriate. We’re not like that.

Charlotte leaned over and added, “I did say ‘whisper’, you know.”

“Do you like like him?” Lucy asked.

Your hands wrung themselves into your sweater.

“He’s great. I just… We’re still getting to know one another. We’re friends.”

“It’s been more than two months. How much time do you need?” Charlotte inquired seriously.

“We’re not rushing anything,” you informed them. Heat rose to your neck uncomfortably. “We’re not expiring fruit. We don’t need to date or anything.”

“(Y/N) likes him.” Nathaniel declared.

Hushed laughter surrounded you and you sunk further into the seat.

Of course I like him. Just…not how they’re seeing it, you thought. He’s my best friend. He’s really great and sweet. I don’t… I’m still getting used to having someone like him in my life. Knowing he’s my soulmate is still something I have to tell myself is real.

You inwardly sighed in relief as the room’s lights dimmed low.

Just enjoy the movie. Listen to Nathaniel’s critique and we should all head home. Nothing has changed with Dick. Everything’s fine. You thought as you calmed yourself. He’s probably writing his essay though.

The film reel started and all talk in the theater dissipated. Audience members were treated to entertainment of screen and sound.

You were granted over an hour of doing absolutely nothing. A well needed break where all attention was focused elsewhere.

What a delight. A relief!

Hopefully the start of a much calmer week to come.

✧ ✧ ✧

A beautiful Sunday afternoon. Inside the Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson was surrounded by notes and paper.

Having written in his room the days prior, he had decided to work on his end of term paper in the sitting room.

Open space, a couch, and a well appreciated plate of cookies. All the comforts a youth needed.

Once I finish this paper, it’s a huge step to spending summer break with (Y/N), thought Dick as he chewed a cookie. We could do so much. Swimming at the beach, visiting a museum, or going somewhere to eat or playing games.

Before he knew it, another school year would be over.

If he was this busy, he could rightly guess you were as well.

What else do they do whey they’re not busy? Do they read during the summer? He wondered. Maybe I can ask them to go somewhere over the summer. Just the two of us again. They seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. I hope. That milkshake was really good.

Reaching for his glass of milk, he took a long sip.

It was a rather easy day. Easy weekend overall. No unexpected visitors. No cases to solve. No charities to attend.

Dick set the glass of milk down as the phone rang on a side table.

Nearby, Alfred walked over to answer the phone. His voice hushed.

In his chest, Dick felt a tingling of excitement. Muffled and not his own, which only made him hope you had done something for yourself. For once.

Alfred directed his attention to the wide-eyed and hopeful youth.

“I’ll let him know.” The butler smiled. “It’s good to hear from you as well, (mx) (Y/N).”

Dick leapt to his feet before the older man could set the phone on the table’s surface or even say any more.

Chuckling, Alfred handed Dick the phone and walked away.

“Hello?” Dick asked, barely holding in his enthusiasm.

“Hey, Dick.” Your voice had a chipper tone. “How are you?”

How was he?

“I’m great. How are you? Are you home?” He rushed out his words.

The sound of your light laughter entered his ear and sent a grin to his face.

“I’m pretty good. Sitting in the study and eating some cookies.”

“Me too. The cookies, I mean.”

“Oh and,” you drew out the word. “I am officially no longer in trouble.”

“Holy relief!”

“Yeah. It was ridiculous, but it is what it is.” Your voice then raised suddenly for a second as you added, “And apparently it wasn’t all that important enough for my guardian to remember when getting an invitation.”

Dick shifted his weight on his feet.

“What do you mean? They forgot?”

“I think so… Doubt it. At least when they were on the phone Friday, they forgot. Charlotte’s mom called asking if we’d like to go see a movie. They basically brushed the whole punishment off when I reminded them.”

“That’s—.”

“Ridiculous.”

“Yes.” He gestured with his free hand sharply.

Good, he thought, they know, but I can’t believe it ended like that. Wait.

“Is your guardian there?” He asked.

“They’re still rummaging through their closet.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief. “You’re alright?”

“Yes. I told you that I would.”

“I know. I…” He frowned.

What did he think? What had he been feeling about the situation? Was it appropriate to tell you?

Breathing in, Dick decided it was not the time. Bruce had already told him Thursday that he couldn’t be involved in others’ household matter. I wasn’t his place. H was a teenager. Yet he was also your soulmate and friend.

“Dick?”

“I needed to know if you were all right.”

His voice was small. He feared you could sense the breaking in his heart at the very thought of you being fearful of attracting more punishment at home and of his fear of what the punishments could turn into.

Holding the phone with both hands, it was a struggle to hold back a wave of words.

Change the subject.

He swallowed as he sensed your warm emotions spreading up his throat from his chest. They were good feelings, but he could not name them then. Muffled, but there.

“We need a day without school related anything and do something together.” You said, interrupting the quiet. “Something fun. Simple maybe.”

“You could come over here.”

He was relieved by the sound of your suggestion.

“We can do whatever you want.”

At his words, Dick could almost feel Bruce’s gaze on the side of his head.

A short laugh greeted his ear from the phone. It eased a smile onto his lips.

“Sure.” You said. “I’ll think of something after I revise my paper. Can’t distract myself too much. The last week of school shouldn’t be too bad and I’m ready for it to be over.”

“If neither of us are busy the last week of school, we might be able to see each other.”

Dick, honestly, could hardly wait much longer to see you again. No school, no secrecy, and no necessary work. He’d take hours of a party or charity dinner if it meant spending real time with you.

You hummed, “That could work. I’ll be sure to ask my guardian ahead of time. Better yet, mention it and get them onboard with the idea before asking. They’re always weird about me not going out.”

He shook his head.

The guardian is like a multi-dimensional puzzle. Not the fun kind by the sounds of it. Only some times, hopefully.

“We’ll make a plan, then?” You inquired cheerfully.

“We will.”

“Cool. Okay, um. I have to get back to my paper and cookies.”

Dick snickered. He couldn’t help it. You helped bring it out of him.

“And so do you.” You added with an air of humor. “Then the next time we see each other I can catch you up on the spider drama at school and what happened to my friend Lucy after we saw a movie.”

“It’s a drama now?”

What could’ve happened? It was a spider!

“Yup. But you have to wait for the details.”

“Can the days go by any faster?”

“Cross your fingers and tell everyone I said ‘hi’.”

“I will. Talk to you soon.” He was practically bouncing on his feet.

“I’m just a phone call away.”

“Bye.” He held the phone a little longer.

“Bye, Dick.”

The call ended and the young ward felt like he swam through a river of different emotions. Overwhelming joy from hearing your voice, relief from knowing you were no longer under restrictions from punishment, frustration from hearing anything about your guardian in the past two weeks, worry form knowing you feared getting in more trouble from mundane actions, and building excitement knowing he could see you again soon.

It was a bit much, however conversations had the opportunity to be pushed anywhere. If it was with you, he’d gladly go.

Having already hung up the phone and sat back down, Dick Grayson faced the questioning gaze of Bruce Wayne.

“Everything is well with (Y/N), I hope?” Bruce’s question was punctuated with a tiny smile.

“Yes and they say ‘hi’ again.”

“Goodness me,” Aunt Harriet walked into the room, having overheard them. “It’s been far too long since they’ve came around here. Poor dear has been cooped up at home.”

“Yeah,” Dick sighed. “Just them and Sir Hopps.”

His aunt’s eyebrows pinched together. “Who’s Sir Hopps?”

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[tblsomedoodles]

Oh my gosh.

Before the Director culls himself, he tells Carolina that she’s the best thing he’s ever created.

Does Simmons not exist to him anymore or does he think Simmons is still dead? What if he knew Simmons was alive but didn’t bother to get him after the whole freelancer thing got destroyed?

Gasp! Did Tex mostly just throw him really hard during that fight in the backup building where they meet FILSE. Would FILSE know who Simmons was due to a face scan? (He still has half his original face)

Gosh if FILSE joined in on the Grif dunking just because she felt it in her circuits. (She’d still mock Simmons, I mean, it’s really easy too do so) (but some Buried code, from the director when he still cared enough, made a program that actives to be an obnoxious in-law to whoever thought they were good enough for his children)

I can’t stop my self from saying this, but I hate the director more than I sympathize with him. His xsswholery towards his kid(s) was just ugh! Too stubborn to help his own daughter when she was in clear pain!!! Ugh!!!!

Do you think he even mourned her when she was presumed dead? Like she was the only real family he had left!

You've got a lot of that right, sadly enough.

i'm actually going to put it under a break b/c this is getting a bit long and i've started adding screenshots for evidence lol

B/c the Director really does not acknowledge Simmons as his child anymore (i don't think he had for quite some time, maybe even before Freelancer.) not to mention, i'm pretty sure he played favorites, favoring Carolina even before loosing Alison.

i have some animatic screenshots that illustrate this. hold on while i fetch them lol.

ok, like in this family photo (taken right before Alison left on that last mission) the Director's focus is on Carolina while Alison's is mostly on Simon.

and here

when the house was burning down? he made sure Carolina got out but left Simon in the burning room to find his own way out. (i actually had another few panels i cut from this that showed him walking out but i didn't like the vibes they had) The dude played favorites pretty much from the moment they were born, and it was very clear who was his favorite.

Simon was too much like him for the Director to ever care for him. He was always the child that wasn't good enough. so when he disappeared from the MOI, the Director cared more about the fact he did so in the flashiest of explosions, than the fact he was actually gone.

Also, he does know that Simon is alive, and knows exactly where he is. (I don't think he realizes he stole Eta, but then again, he might not know of Eta's existence regardless.) I mean, the dude's the worst at making a disguise lol. no joke, his 'i'm not a freelancer' disguise was cutting off his ponytail and ditching his glasses and labcoat. That's it! And his name change? Dude when from "Simon Church" to "Richard Simmons". He all but kept hsi first name and tacked it on as his last! (the reason he chose Richard as his name is funny tho. I thought i wrote him talking to Grif about it at some point but i can't find it. It basically went like this "My dad always said he had wanted me to be named after him." "His name was Richard?" "No, but he was a Dick." lol)

But yeah, I actually think The Director rigged it so Simmons ended up in the simulation base, that way he knew where he was if needed but Simmons would still think he had gotten away from Freelancer. (I imagine the "this was a simulation base for Freelancer all along" revelation hits him a LOT harder for this au. dude would not handle that well at all.)

As for the Tex vs the Reds + tucker, yeah she doesn't hit Simmons quite as much as the rest of them. (which i didn't notice until i just rewatched that fight scene. Thanks for the excuse btw : ) ) Like, he does get hit with a couple shipping containers and a few mild explosions (and yeeted a few times) but she doesn't down right pumble him like the other three. Sure, there's several inseries reasons for this (he was keepign his distance for rocket launcher reasons being one) but for this? Tex would rather have him out of the picture than have to fight him. even if he wasn't the grownup kid of the woman she was based off of (complicated much?) he's still an ex-freelancer. He poses more of a threat than the other three combined, if he had wanted to. (PLUS! he has Eta in his implant by then, so he could, very well, run equipment if he wanted to. He doesn't b/c he doesn't want anyone to know about Eta, but it's still an option. Eta got woken up/moved to his implant about the end of season 6, i think. It was the only way Simmons could think of to protect them from the emp since simmons's own cybernetics are emp resistant. Eta's been a little voice in his head since then, which does not help the dude's anxiety, let me tell you.)

as for FILSS? i think she does recognize him but that's not why she jumps on the 'lets be mean to grif' train. i think she literally only does that b/c she sees tex doing it and goes, well if tex doesn't like this dude, then i guess i don't either.

and, yeah, there's definitely a reason why the Director is more hated than loved. even canonically, he barely even looked at Carolina, not even calling her by her name when he said goodbye for the last time.

I don't know if he morned her or just kept his focus on trying to get back Alison. He was a broken man pretty much since Alison died.

i have a different fic i wrote, that, at the end of his life, discribed him as this "He looks like a shell of what he used to be. Little more than the biproducts he created in the other room.[refering to the many tex bots]". And that's something i still hold true for that man (and also one of the favorite lines i've written to date lol). The fact that he could never let his wife go, destroyed so much more than just his own life. and it wasn't right.

ANYWAYS! that's it for my ranting lol.

Thank you!!

[the-unicorn-system]

Alright, this will be the last message from me before I most likely delete this account after I hear any sort of reply. If at all, you dont have to respond to this if you would not like. You can block me too if you wish but, again. I promise not to bother you after this one, and hopefully leave everything behind with time. I would just like to clear up a few thoughts before I go, and keep it as civil as I can.

This is mostly just a response to you and leo-kinnie (thank you for keeping your vague post properly vague, leo-kinnie, it is seriously much appreciated) And is also so I can clear my head. This is also going to completely ignore the whole pro/anti war since its not like one message can ever change anything about that. We already have our sides I suppose.

Putting this in bullets to make it easier for me. Though I did not read all the arguments previously very thoroughly so I may have missed something..

No one sent us after you, this was on our own terms. Ell did not know about the comments or arguments until they after they had happened. (they were at work) Then after I saw them I jumped in for defense, apologies on my end.

Ell did not know you had a "neutrals dni" rule until they told you, and then heard your response. They did not "knowingly break your boundaries" you were just not clear enough with expressing them to begin with. "But It said so in my DNI" I am going to be honest, when a DNI is that long most people myself and Ell included are not going to read them. And as far as we are aware, "neutrals DNI" was not added onto it until after this whole situation.

There are plenty of other "neutral" artists you could have "called out" on this site but no, it was Ell specifically. And as far as I am aware you have not done this for anyone else. To us your post does not come off as a "call out" but a petty vent about how much you do not like them, and how much of a pedestal you put them on. You dont have a "callout" for any of Ells friends, no callout for other people with no DNI, and no callouts for the people who actually create the "problematic" content you are trying to avoid. It just comes off as petty. High School gossip levels of petty. And of course, the person who the gossip is on, is going to be upset about all the things people are spreading, true or not. You could have just kept the name on your DNI list on your pinned post with everyone else and it would have been fine, its your blog, but nope. All of China had to hear about this incident specifically.

Getting Ell kicked out of the OC comp discord server, and possibly more. Do we go around seeing what servers you are in and try to get you kicked out? No. Would you like it if we went around trying to get you kicked from communities? No you would not, thats an asshole move. Are their other neutrals in the OC comp server specifically too that you could have kicked instead? Yes, yes there are many. Why was it Ell specifically..? Again, like #3, this just comes off as petty.

Related to #4, but there has been an anon going around to other blogs asking why they are friends with Ell. We dont know if its you, its on anon, but we dont know who else it could possibly be. Along with this there was another anon who tried to get Ell kicked from the AU comp. Also unsure if this was you, or the same anon, but like I said we dont have any other leads. And I dont think it would be a stretch considering the #4 situation. If this was you, please stop. We dont go around asking strangers about their relationship to you and ask them to block you. Thats a dick move. At least we keep these sorts of conversations in private group chats. If it was not you, then do ignore this point.

This is in defense of more people you have hurt than just Ell at this point. This is in defense for Gem. And this is in defense for Star. Another reason to believe you were the anon in #5 is because of the incident with Star. Gosh. Do NOT go into anyones messages asking them their opinions and stance on another person. Seriously. Do we go around asking people what they think of you and that they should block you? No. And it horrifies me to think about how many other people you could have messaged about this. If the post you made on the rise and AU tags was not harassment, then the combo of this + #4 and possibly #5 definitely is. Indirectly anyways.

And lastly, seriously. Tumblr is where Cancel/Purity culture goes to die. Lots of people come here specifically to avoid it. We block here, and then dont do anything else after it. Please keep this culture on other websites.

All I am asking at this point is to get Ell out of your head. Stop messaging people about them. Stop making them and all of us worry our heads off thinking about what you might do to them or one of their friends next. The sooner we can all let this go and start ignoring it, the better for us all involved here.

"You guys are just upset because I made that callout post, which is not a bad thing to make" No, we are just upset about what caused and led up to it to begin with, and the stress it is causing us all. Your own stress included. In the best words I can put it, we are just disappointed.

Ell has done nothing to harm you outside calmly telling you their stance. Which, it was either that or they just kept keeping it in for you. "But Ell vague posted" the posts Ell made were in response to a multitude of situations, you were included in the list of situations sure but there we many factors. And, again. We do not spread shit about you. We have no plans to "Call you out", or get you kicked from servers/communities, or message all your friends telling you about how horrible you are. And we have done nothing of the sorts behind your back. We, and myself highly included, just ask the same from you.

Thanks. I really do hope we can move past this. Because none of us, yourself included, can if you keep posting like this.

unicornsys response: I will do my best to also respond to this as civil as possible, but I might get my tone messed up so I apologize for that. I will try to respond to each point you made with my side of the story. I can't really respond to the first one other than I do not accept any of your apologies, what each of you (you, sad-leon, and tea) did was incredibly fucking disgusting and I don't think I ever will forgive you, so don't expect a different answer.

2. Even if they didn't know about our dni, as I said in my final statement, they should have stated from the beginning that they were a defender of proshippers. But they didn't - that was the main problem I had. Even then, I drew fanart for them, and they sometimes reblogged it; that means that not once did they reblog our fanart and they didn't think to read our DNI???

3. I'm not very deep in the rise fandom on tumblr - even then, I don't see a lot of active accounts saying they're neutrals and still having a massive following. My issue was not with Ell as a whole, I'm not petty towards them, i don't hate them as a person, my problem was that someone who defends such problematic and harmful content can still be supported by their fans - literally anyone can get away with anything if you have a big enough following. And also, I think you seem to forget that we're a small account with less than 200 followers - 129 to be exact. China didn't hear the post. Not even Canada did. Hell, not even the town next to mine heard a whisper. The only people who saw this were all of the empty accounts harassing us and Lin, as well as whatever friends I had sent this to asking for advice.

4. I was co-owner/helper of the OC Comp, and Ell's round had already ended by the point they were removed. Both the owner and I were not comfortable with neutrals, so I informed them. I'm not going around to random servers, telling the owners that Ell is a proship neutral and that they need to ban them. It was only one server, that they weren't active in, and in a place that did not support neutrals. However, if there are other neutrals there, please inform me so I can pass the message to the owner. We can't read minds - I only knew about Ell and one other person I will not name, who was also kicked.

5. I can assure you that this anon you talk about wasn't us. It's a bit uncomfortable knowing that I'm immediately being blamed for this despite me having said this entire time "don't harass Ell or their friends", but I can kind of understand your point of view. If any of you guys are being harassed, I will most likely delete the callouts then because I don't want anyone in any distress.

6. "People I have hurt" - geminiforest draws nsfw of the future turtles, who were on screen for 5 minutes, defended someone who did the same, and they refereed to me, an asexual, as "kinkshaming at best and purity culture at worst". I was uncomfortable with them so I blocked them, which is something they encouraged me to do. I found out that Star had interacted with Ell's original post, and after being encouraged by one of my partners to respectfully inform them that it was a post in defense of proshipping (I had assumed that they just hadn't seen the tags), they snapped at me and I believe we blocked each other. Both cases were me doing what you're criticizing me of - cutting people off and blocking them when they make me uncomfortable. You still somehow think I'm harassing Ell, which, if I was, why would I have my DNI being against myself? I already explained why I added the 2al AU tags, and it was to hope that someone would see it, because again, I am a small blog with little to no interactions, though the intention was not to get enough views on it to harass Ell or any of you. And, once again, you and the rest of Ell's friends were harassing us for several days until I called you out on your hypocrisy and you all stopped. I still think it's heavily strange that, as a group, you all came in with mostly or completely empty accounts, mostly because you didn't want to damage your reputation/wanted to remain semi anonymous because I don't have anon asks on.

7. There's not really any kind of response I can make to this other than a few months ago a Rise artist literally got harassed by people because of false allegations of drawing nsfw of the turtles so. your "cancel culture-free" tumblr doesn't exist.

Again, I HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING to Ell or their friends. Please don't accuse me of that when this entire time I've been worried about them getting harassed over this post. I don't care about your disappointment. I've stated this entire time that I didn't want any of you hurt by the post. I quite literally stated in the tags that it was more of a rant than a callout, due to the fact I was ranting over how alright everyone was with defending proshipping. But if any of you are being harassed, just let me know. Send me an ask with a screenshot if you want, I don't care. I'd prefer this to be confirmed if possible but I am stating again that I don't endorse anyone harassing you guys by any means, and if I find out who they are, I will block them.

But, Lin also wanted to make his own response for me to attach here, so here it is;

leo-kinnie response: Imma be real and say I don’t like it that you congratulated/thanked me for being vague. I’m 100% honest when I say that the reason I was vague was because, had I said anything specific on my account, YOU ALL would be in the situation Woomy was in — extreme + useless dogpiling. I chose not to do that bc of morals and I knew for a fact Woomy would not appreciate me doing that on their behalf — because Woomy doesn’t support harassment, even from well-meaning friends.

How you and the others acted was appalling. Genuinely shameful for you to say “This is tumblr. We block here, and don’t do anything else after that.” after a handful of individuals jumped down an account’s throat for posting something you disagreed with/felt was unnecessary to begin with. It was holier than thou without the holier 😭

I know Woomy can speak for themselves, I’m very proud of Woomy for handling this as best as they could given the amount of backtracking / hypocrisy they’ve had to deal with from the other people involved, but I just find it absurd for you all to assume that Woomy was behind anonymous messages without proof and take that as the go-ahead to harass them. I mean seriously what the fuck. 

Your whole ask was just another attempt to over-dramatize a situation that’s NOT as wounding to Ell’s reputation as you keep insisting it is. 

Ell is openly neutral 

Nobody interacted with Woomy’s og post except when you guys decided to bombard them.

The post Still has MINIMAL interaction. It is Literally just you guys, woomy reblogging it to add clarification, my 1 reply, 1 hidden like, and 1 public like (which wasn’t there before i replied to you).

Honestly what seems more harassing: A big accounts friend group blowing up a (129 follower) account’s asks and replies or a post that was gaining zero traction, zero interest, and— from your words— seemed like a “vent post”?

IMO it’s the first one. 

I dont know Ell, I dont know any of yall, but I have such a poor opinion of your friend group from witnessing this go down. I have an even poorer opinion now after your ask. Like what do you gain from this? You can clearly see that Woomy is abandoning the account, its in big ol letters on their blogs title. You guys will not see them anymore. Congrats. U did it. 

Now you can block and move on. It’s tumblr, right? Thats what we do here.

[pesterloglog]

Karkat Vantas, Swifer Eggmop, Kanaya Maryam, Meenah Peixes

Candy, page 25

KARKAT: SWIFER

KARKAT: SWIFER CAN YOU...

KARKAT: SWIFER!

SWIFER: Aye aye Commander! What’s up?

KARKAT: FOR THE LAST TIME, DON’T CALL ME THAT.

SWIFER: Why not, Commander? Yer the Commander, ain’t you?

KARKAT: NO, I AM NOT THE “COMMANDER.”

KARKAT: DID I EVER ASK TO BE IN CHARGE?

KARKAT: DID I EVER ACCEPT AN OFFICIAL APPOINTMENT FROM SOME OSTENTATIOUS MILITARY BOARD?

KARKAT: HAVE I EVER SUCCESSFULLY LED A CAMPAIGN AGAINST THE INCREASINGLY OPPRESSIVE REGIME THAT WE SUFFER UNDER ON A DAILY BASIS?

KARKAT: THE ANSWER TO ALL OF THESE QUESTIONS IS CATEGORICALLY AND CATASTROPHICALLY: FUCK. NO.

SWIFER: Well gee, Commander. I think it’s more of a symbolic title, representin’ how much faith everyone has in you.

KARKAT: WHAT FUCKING FAITH?

KARKAT: AS JUST DISCUSSED I HAVEN’T DONE A DAMN THING TO EARN ANYONE’S FAITH.

KARKAT: SO FAR ALL THIS “TROLL REBELLION” HAS AMOUNTED TO IS A WHOLE LOT OF DICK ALL, WITH AN ADDITIONAL SIDE SERVING OF JACK SQUAT, FOLLOWED UP BY A FINAL COURSE OF GETTING TO WATCH OUR TOP ANALYST, CLIPER BORDEN, BEING FORCED TO DANCE TO AVOID LIFE IMPRISONMENT IN A LABOR CAMP ON LIVE TELEVISION AND MAKING A COMPLETE ASS OF HIMSELF.

SWIFER: Poor Cliper.

SWIFER: He could record a stat like nobody’s business but no one ever taught the boy how to dance.

SWIFER: If only we knew, this all coulda been avoided.

KARKAT: NO!

KARKAT: HE SHOULDN’T HAVE TO DANCE IF HE DOESN’T WANT TO.

KARKAT: THAT’S WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT SWIFER.

SWIFER: Oh.

KARKAT: BUT WHAT’S THE POINT IF I CAN’T EVEN SAVE ONE OF MY LIEUTENANTS FROM MORTIFYING PUBLIC EMBARRASSMENT FOLLOWED BY A LIFETIME OF HARD LABOR IN THE CAKE MILLS?

KARKAT: IF I CAN’T PROTECT MEMBERS OF THE SO-CALLED RESISTANCE FROM THE FICKLE AND CRUEL VAGARIES OF JANE’S INSANE, PASTRY-BASED SHADOW DICTATORSHIP, HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT THE COMMON PEOPLE?

SWIFER: Golly. Look Commander. That’s a big question that I think you gotta take up with someone more in the know than myself.

SWIFER: I just swif the floors.

KARKAT: OH, YEAH. RIGHT.

KARKAT: SPEAKING OF WHICH.

KARKAT: THE LEAK IN THE CEILING?

KARKAT: YOU KNOW, RIGHT ABOVE THE PLACE WHERE WE KEEP ALL OF OUR FRAGILE LOGISTICS EQUIPMENT?

KARKAT: DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO FIX THAT A FUCKING WEEK AGO?

SWIFER: Well sir you told me to “take care of it” and I sure as heck took care of it!

KARKAT: THEN WHY IS IT STILL LEAKING?

SWIFER: Oh. By “fix” you meant that you wanted me to plug the crack!

KARKAT: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK I MEANT?

SWIFER: I thought you meant for me to mop up the water that had gathered...

SWIFER: And then use that water to swif the bejeebus out of the floors.

SWIFER: Which is, by all accounts, what I did.

KARKAT: UGH.

KARKAT: YOU KNOW WHAT?

KARKAT: I’M GOING TO GET SOME FRESH AIR.

KARKAT: BY THE TIME I GET BACK I EXPECT THE HOLE IN THE CEILING TO BE “““SWIFED””” THE FUCK CLOSED.

KARKAT: OR AT THE VERY LEAST

KARKAT: PUT A FUCKING BUCKET UNDER THE LEAK OR SOMETHING.

SWIFER: Sir! Oh my gosh! A bucket? Sh-should we be seen...

SWIFER: Consortin’ with a bucket?

SWIFER: *Together*??

KARKAT: OH MY GOD.

KARKAT: GROW THE FUCK UP, EGGMOP.

KANAYA: Well

KANAYA: That Was A Lot

KARKAT: OH SHIT.

KARKAT: I DIDN’T REALIZE YOU WERE STILL ON THE LINE.

KANAYA: We Hadnt Finished Our Conversation About The Clandestine Transportation Of The Mother Grub

KANAYA: Which I Hope You Realize Is Still An Operation Of Grave Importance At Least On Par With The Terrible Threat Of The Leak In Your Office

KARKAT: SORRY. I KIND OF HAVE A LOT GOING ON RIGHT NOW.

KANAYA: I Can See That

KANAYA: Please Do Not Be So Hard On Swifer She Really Does Try Her Best

KARKAT: YEAH. I KNOW.

KARKAT: TO BE HONEST THAT WASN’T ABOUT SWIFER AT ALL. OR EVEN ABOUT THE LEAK.

KANAYA: Yes Karkat That Was Obvious

KANAYA: Rose And I Have Been Following The Dance Off Tribunals Very Closely This Month

KANAYA: Your Lieutenant Does Not Have A Chance

KANAYA: But Do Not Let It Weigh Heavily On You

KANAYA: Everyone Who Joins The Rebellion Knows That Being Exiled To The Cake Mills Is A Very Real Possibility If They Are Caught

KANAYA: That Includes You Karkat

KANAYA: If You Bear The Responsibility For The Lives Of Every Member Of The Rebellion Youll Crack Under The Stress

KANAYA: And As Much As You Are Loath To Admit It

KANAYA: You Are The Face Of This Movement

KARKAT: YEAH.

KARKAT: I HATE IT, BUT YOU’RE RIGHT.

KARKAT: FUCK YOU, YOU’RE ALWAYS RIGHT.

KANAYA: As My Wife Likes To Tell Me Often

KARKAT: UGH. FUCK HER, SHE’S ALWAYS RIGHT TOO.

KARKAT: HOW THE HELL DO YOU TWO TOLERATE EACH OTHER?

KANAYA: Quite Thoroughly Enthusiastically And Often

KARKAT: WOW. UGH. OK.

KARKAT: THAT’S ENOUGH OF YOU FOR TODAY.

KANAYA: Oh I Am Sorry I Did Not Mean To Rub My Interspecies Happiness In Your Face I Understand That Its A Sore Subject

KARKAT: THE ONLY THING THAT’S SORE IS MY EAVESDROP FUNNELS FROM LISTENING TO YOUR ENDLESS MOTHERING.

KANAYA: Karkat I Am Sure That If You Were To Just

KARKAT: DON’T

KANAYA: Call Dave And Ask Him To Join You...

KARKAT: WOW, IS THAT ANOTHER CAVE-IN I HEAR HAPPENING SUDDENLY ALL AROUND ME?

KANAYA: He Would Be At Your Side Instantly

KARKAT: KANAYA WE’RE BEING OVERRUN BY IMPERIAL DRONES! IT’S HORRIBLE! THERE’S DEATH AND FIRE EVERYWHERE, AND ALSO I CAN’T HEAR A FUCKING WORD YOU’RE SAYING, SO IF YOU WERE TO EVER TO ATTEMPT TO REFERENCE THIS CONVERSATION IN THE FUTURE I WOULD HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT

KARKAT: SO IT WOULD PROBABLY BE BEST FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED IF YOU’D DROP THE SUBJECT AND NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN!

KANAYA: Okay Karkat Have A Good Walk Ill Talk To You About The Mother Grub Tomorrow

KANAYA: Goodbye And Take Care

KARKAT: OH. YEAH. YOU TAKE CARE TOO. TALK TO YOU TOMORROW.

KARKAT: MEENAH??

KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?

MEENAH: woah shouty mcnubs that you

KARKAT: UH, THAT’S STILL NOT MY NAME. BUT YEAH.

MEENAH: nice

KARKAT: WHATEVER HAPPENED TO FIGHTING LORD ENGLISH?

KARKAT: DID THAT WORK OUT OR... WHAT?

MEENAH: nah it was a total wash

KARKAT: OH.

KARKAT: WAIT A MINUTE.

KARKAT: ARE YOU...

KARKAT: ALIVE???

MEENAH: yeah bitch

MEENAH: im back 38)

KARKAT: WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT RING?

KARKAT: WAIT, YOU DIDN’T...

KARKAT: MEENAH, DID YOU ROB CALLIOPE?!

MEENAH: who

KARKAT: THE GIRL WITH THE HIDEOUS GREEN SKULL FOR A HEAD.

KARKAT: THAT WAS HER RING. I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION SHE NEEDED THAT TO LIVE!

MEENAH: oh

MEENAH: nah man

MEENAH: its not hers i got it from some other total sucker

KARKAT: WHO???

MEENAH: dont matter

MEENAH: complete bonehead chump you aint be hearin from again

KARKAT: MEENAH, ARE YOU FUCKING LYING TO ME.

MEENAH: nubs i wouldnt do that to you

MEENAH: not after all this time

MEENAH: ya girls fine this shits my own damn ring

MEENAH: capisces?

MEENAH: what are you up to?

KARKAT: WELL...

KARKAT: THAT’S LIKE, A WHOLE FUCKING EXPLANATION.

MEENAH: splain awave nubby

KARKAT: I’M SORT OF IN THE MIDDLE OF STAGING A WIDE SCALE GRASSROOTS REBELLION AGAINST AN INCREASINGLY AUTHORITARIAN GLOBAL HEGEMONY THAT IS OPPRESSING OUR PEOPLE.

MEENAH: hmm

KARKAT: ACK.

MEENAH: now thats what im TALKIN about

MEENAH: yeah i could use a new seacond in command

KARKAT: ACTUALLY, YOU’D BE *MY* SECOND IN COMMAND.

KARKAT: NO OFFENSE OR ANYTHING, BUT MY FACE IS ALREADY ON ALL THE POSTERS.

KARKAT: ALSO I DON’T EXACTLY HAVE THE MOST CONFIDENCE IN YOUR COMMAND ABILITIES CONSIDERING THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU, YOU WERE TALKING BIG ABOUT HOW YOU WERE GOING TO TAKE DOWN LORD ENGLISH, AND NOW YOU’RE EATING DIRT ON OUR SHITTY NEW PLANET LOOKING PRETTY FUCKING DEFEATED.

KARKAT: BUT TO BE HONEST, I NEED ALL THE HELP I CAN GET.

MEENAH: oh yea no problem

MEENAH: ill be your fuckin second guy

KARKAT: YOU WILL?

MEENAH: flip yes

KARKAT: WOW

MEENAH: yeah dude just point me at where the actions at i dont even give a fuck

MEENAH: water the orders boss

KARKAT: OK THIS IS LIKE

KARKAT: I’M NOT EVEN SURE HOW TO SAY THIS?

KARKAT: I’M ACTUALLY REALLY FLATTERED, AND KIND OF SINCERELY HONORED THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WANT TO FOLLOW ME?

KARKAT: IT’S LIKE, COMPLETELY NOT AT ALL WHAT I...

MEENAH: youre ruining it dude

KARKAT: OH

KARKAT: FUCK. SORRY.

KARKAT: I MEAN...

KARKAT: HEY!

KARKAT: FISH ASSHOLE!

MEENAH: who me

KARKAT: YES FUCKING YOU. THE FALLEN FASCIST DIPSHIT WITH THE STOLEN RING.

KARKAT: GET THE *FUCK* IN LINE, BEFORE I *PUT* YOU IN LINE!

MEENAH: oh

MEENAH: oh wow

MEENAH: Y-ES

MEENAH: Y---ES SIR!!! 38D

MEENAH: well here comes the caviarlry

KARKAT: THE WHAT?

MEENAH: the cavia—

KARKAT: I’M ALSO FUCKING ORDERING YOU TO STOP MAKING GARBAGE FISH PUNS FOREVER.

[s0dium]

Did you say puppy boy yuuta?? Oh my gosh, just imagine him in his rut. I mean, he already has an insatiable stamina and his breeding kink on normal days but it just worsens to tenfold on his rut.

He probably won't even care about you. Fucking you until you pass out and the only thing in his mind is to fuck you full of his cum and make you carry his babies.

Puppy boy

A/n: FUCK I LITERALLY- I think about this when im alone if you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I might have gotten a little carried away please more of these nasty thirsts y'all r killing me

Warnings: Hybrid!Yuuta, breeding kink, dry humping, knotting, no prep and big dick yuuta

Yutas eyes were dark, completely blown out with lust as he dragged his clothed crotch up and down your leg.

"Y-yuu? Everything ok?" This position was all too familiar, your puppy asking you to care for his insatiable needs. But something about it seems different, from the way he hotly pants on the skin of your neck to how his ears twitch and his canines seem bigger, sharper.

You let out a sweet moan that is sent straight to his hefty cock when he begins to suck and lick at your skin. "Please, m'wanna mate" he mumbles into the nape of your neck, sharp canines crazing over the thumping spot that is your heart. "M'wanna give you my pups, make you a momma and breed you again and again" You thickly gulp at his words. Your usually used to moments like these, where he relentlessly humps any part of your body, without a care if in public or not, until hes spoiling his pants. Buts its rare he ever mentions breeding which can only mean one thing; your puppy was in heat. And being the good owner you were, how could you deny your pet when he needed you the most?

"S'ok puppy, go ahead" Big mistake. Because the moment you give the ok, it becomes a never ending cycle. One where he pumps you full of cum after hours of fucking, gives you big glassy eyes and begs to go again only for the process to repeat and your left unable to move.

"Thank you thank you to much" He mumbles, peppering kisses along your neck while his hands get to work pulling down those cute short pajama pants. He almost tears your frilly white panties but restrains himself, opting to take them off as well. You squeal when you feel two fingers glide along your slit to collect your sticky juices, only to be put in his mouth; Yuutas eyes closing as he tastes your juices.

"Taste so so good" He groans, pulling out his flushed cock and using the saliva and juices to help wet him.

There is no warning when he completely bottoms out inside of you, walls throbbing as he seems to get bigger with every inch slipping into your quivering hole. He whines at how warm you are, its nothing like his fist or that stupid fleshlight you got him for when your away.

"S-so warm n'tight"he whines into your mouth and presses his own messy kisses into your squealing mouth. His pelvic bone rubs on your clit as he jackhammers into you, the base of his cock swelling and stretching your gummy walls wide.

"M'love you, love you so much, wanna make you a momma, give you my pups!" He's babbling now, lips hungrily sucking your nipples like milk was going to cum out. The sheer collision of his tip against your cervix as he slammed into you was making your brain go numb. Just when you dont think you can cum again, he rips another one out of you and god does it feel amazing. Its like your flying in euphoria as thousands of flesh arrows send pleasure across your body.

Yuutas soft floopy ears suddenly peak up to a point and his tail starts to wag violently. “m’ gonna cum- bunny m’gonna cum inside.” he cuts of with a squeal of his own, shooting thick white ropes of his cum into your swollen n wanting womb. He kept cumming inside of you, strings and strings of hot cum filling you up as he held you in his arms. It made your body shake, his load weighing at your stomach like it was forming a bulge with how much there was. “gonna look so pretty with my puppies” his tail twitches at his own words, mind going foggy at the thought of you round and swollen with his children.

[lonilem]

A tuff situation- (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel)

Summary: their out and a witch puts a spell on them that painfully hard

Warning: read at you own risk

Lucifer

He’s walking home after staying late at RAD. He passes a few people and the more time that passes the tighter his pants get. Confused why he’s getting hard he picks up his pace to make it back home quicker.

Fuck his mind just won’t stop thinking about it. He’s trying to focus on other things, but no matter what he does it just doesn’t go down.

His cock is painfully hard and he has to stop. He moves closer to the woods before he has to pull his pants down. He pushes his pants down and his dick springs up fully erect with pre-cum dripping from the tip.

He starts stroking his cock rubbing the pre-cum around it. His pride is telling him to stop but he just can’t.

Mammon

He’s at the casino and makes a bet with a demon. It was poker so it was gonna take a while. He starts to feel his cock get hard and wonders why. He think nothing of it and just tries to hide it. He gets hard often. But this just wouldn’t go away.

Damn it he should have worn some looser underwear. He can’t even focus on the game. He starts palming himself. He should’ve picked a faster game.

His pants start to rip and he excuses himself saying he has to go to the bathroom. He just can’t help it and takes out his cock on the way to the bathroom stroking it roughly to make himself feel good.

He gets in the bathroom with his back on the door and sweating, not even bothering to lock it. With oone more stroke he cums all over the walls and himself. Out of breath he looks down and his cock is still painfully hard. It was gonna be a long night.

Leviathan

It’s rare he ever leaves his room but today they had a once and a lifetime deal for one of his action figures, and he can’t miss out on the can he?

He was going to the store and this lady tried to talk to him. Didn’t she know the most rare figurine was going out. The lady walks away and Levi continues on with his walk.

He was walking fast already to get the figurine but now he was walking fast because his pants could only hide so much. It’s not often that he leaves his room but when he does he gets hard, this made him want to stay inside even more.

He was near the store but it seemed so for away for some reason. The more he walked the more friction he felt on his cock. He entered the store. The cashier greeted him and asked did he need any help.

He said no thanks. He’s been here many times and there’s no bathrooms. So he finds a corner that has clothes so he couldn’t be seen easily.

He pulled his dick out and just that action alone had him on the edge. He stroked the tip which made him cum all on the floor and clothes.

His breath was heavy as he saw someone coming down the isle. He stuck his dick in between the clothes and acted as if he was looking for clothes, but his hands would go to his cock every now and then trying to soothe the ache that was coming back.

Satan

He’s in the human world reading some fairy tale book suggested to him. He walks to the receptionist and ask were the book is. She tells him it would be by the purple sticker that said fantasy. She thanked her and walked towards the self.

He finds the book and sits at a table in the corner to be alone. Normally he just wants to be alone but this time he had a problem. His dick was twitched in his pants and he squeezed it.

He sat down and tried to read his book, but it didn’t take for long him to loose focus. He had to get some friction against his aching cock. He slowly unzipped his pants even though he was tempted to rip them off.

The tip of his dick was red and lightly glistening with the precum coming from his tip. He hit his tip on the side of the table. “Fuck” he stopped himself before he came. Gosh why was he so fucking hard. He looked around to see if anybody was near.

He didn’t see anybody close to him so he got up and choose a book. He opened it and choose a random page. He rub his cock on the page and started jerking it. He gasped as he came hard on to the page in the books in front of him. Fuck did he just do that?

Beel

He’s standing line to get his takeout. They call his name and he puts his phone away and carries the food out. (Let’s just pretend he can drive) everything seems fine on the outside but on the inside he just wants to get inside the car and take care of his aching cock.

He puts the food in the passenger seat and unbuttons his pants. Why was he so hard! It’s not like him to get hard for no reason so why was this happening. His cock springs up his tip is red and sticky with pre cum.

What if someone saw him? Fuck, and why was he getting riled up over the thought. He rubs the slit shaking a little at the feeling. He slaps his cock on the steering wheel of his car. Fuck he could cum just from that.

He spits on his hand and starts stroking his cock he wasn’t even hungry anymore he just wanted to cum. He starts stroking faster feeling the pleasure build up in up in his gut. He groans as his thick cum cover the steering wheel. With his cock he rubs it in. Damn he’s still hard. Maybe just one more time.. yeah one more time

Hey guys I know I don’t normally post stuff like this, but it’s been sitting in my drafts and I figured y’all needed something to eat so here. Also if y’all want me do all the characters lmk😘

[taesiccc]

Your part- Pt.1 

PAIRING: Yandere Taehyung x Reader (f) 

GENRE: Yandere au, smut, angst 

TW: Mature content, mentions of violence, Yandere 

RATING: 18+ 

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of all characters and events occurring in this writing are fictitious and only written solely for entertainment purposes. 

SYNOPSIS: You’re married to Taehyung. A stranger you've only seen twice or so. you find yourself neglected of pleasures in the marriage and does this have anything to do with Taehyung's medical history? what is that affecting him? what could he have done worse?? A.. Crime?......perhaps..?

The room was hot and filled with lewd noises followed by wild grunts and groaning that echoed along your ear. His sweet voice had you wanting for more. How could someone be so perfect with something they didn’t even try? You can say otherwise cause, riding him had some work to put up considering his girth that stood very stubborn around your tight core. The torture is ever so real..having to hear him moan so much while his normal talking had you going nuts in no damn time. He’s making you want more and more. 

Perseverance is something that is having you stopping form forming knots in your stomach. It certainly feels good but at what cost? 

“Angh…”

His voice echoed as you can feel liquids starting to squirt through your sensitivity. You quickly shift away from such actions form taking place. You weren’t necessarily ready for something as big as that from happening. It was certainly a feeling not some mere fact.

Besides that, you were quite surprised by the endurance level he held. You laid there still needy, wanting to badly get off. His climax was wayyyy early destroying your hopes of wanting to jerk off at least a couple of times before quitting. Your breathing was unstable from such intense and sudden let down. This was unexpected and you are not too brave to ask the man beside you to properly fuck you. Your fingers made their way to your still sensitive skin, wanting to do better for yourself. Not caring about the man who laid there calming himself. Not bothering about such presence. Not bothering if this would make him needy again. Not bothering if he had to suffer some large erections, for his size at least. When you can do better for yourself, you certainly need no dick service.

*****

“Mhmm..”

I laid there uncovered. Still with her. My eyes wandered about the other side not wanting to look at the scene. I was a breathing mess. But her moans have me invested. Very invested. It would be a sin to look away from such pretty sounds. To be not noticed. Hence why I was forced to look over.

She laid there back facing and away from me. Her hair fell back, ever so messy than it had ever been. Naked and sweaty. Giving me the entire view of her ass. I wasn’t some stupid dude but her mouth said otherwise. Her moaning and breathing making me feel like a douche. Did her fingers work way well than my dick did? Why is she such a brat? Did she feel pathetic for me? For her to spoon herself and finger her while I laid there, like a pathetic piece of trash? Wouldn’t I help her? Right. If not for my excitement. If not for me cumming before she did. If not for my fantasy that happened a little too early. I missed it all. Everything! For me to feel her around me while I held her close to me. To calm her down like a real man..

“..oh…gah-“ 

gosh…but Could I complain? When such preaches that left her pretty mouth had me going hard? Making me feel even fucking bad? When all of them came from right beside me?! I still had the audacity to move my hand. Think of all the things I could still just do to her. When could just pull her figure below me and do it all for her. I had no need to waste my hands on my self when I can work them on her all day long. Till dawn. It didn’t matter. She’s having me feeling this way. Like a complete joke. Cause I am. 

A worthless joker that didn’t deserve sweet applause. 

The bed rose making me bite my lower lip, not wanting her know that I was needy again. Wanting to be pleasured again. My eyes shut close, hiding myself, blocking my view from being seen. She was gone in no time. With no trace of her there, I laid back completely frustrated and guilty. 

Guilty cause I couldn’t give her what she wanted. Not having her cum. Frustrating knowing I’m my own reason to fail my deeds.

Weeks of earning and craving for her. Wanting to touch ever ounce of skin she wore. She probably thinks I’m a lame lad at bed. Maybe even so hating me for my body acting this way. I understand that we’re just married and this just happened cause we felt the same way at the same moment. Feeling like it’s to be done. I wish I could turn back time and do her good too. I certainly feel like a douche bag. 

She wouldn’t know how much I wanted this and how much I hate myself for doing her bad when it’s my equal responsibility. It’s a been a long while since I’ve  had intercourse. But I wouldn’t forgive myself and take that as an excuse. For my dear to trust me in such an intimate process and for her partner-, me, to let her down. 

I’ve been on medications, but those feelings are catching up. I’m hoping for a change like my mom wishes. For her to see her son in complete wellness and a happy family to lead. This is not about my mom but also about me and my interests. I’ve been socially excluded the entire time during my medical process. Keeping me away from friends and family that didn’t mean anything to me. That mean absolutely nothing to me other than my former love, my life, Mia.

I initially had no thoughts of moving on like my mom insisted. Her death affected me on different levels and difficulties to keep me positive from even living this life without her. I never had a good relationship status with my blood. Not even the great mother I’ve been boasting about. But considering the fact that 'Mia would have wanted to see me happy no matter what and that that she really loved me as much as I did' that is, the words of my mother has me thriving this long.

Thriving, until I’ve seen her. My now wife. My now world. The wonderful lady I love with all my might. The woman who bought me out of the spell of Mia. The lady who is deserving of all my affection and this life, Y/n. 

The effects of medications and the exclusion of society from me only made me more introverted than I was. The marriage was well and arranged, while I was still going through the process. I still am. But the effects I’m feeling lately doesn’t look like a change. I'm afraid I'm loosing it all. I'm afraid i'll ruin it myself.

Ever since our lips collided within on the wedding alter, my feelings had been off limits. I’ve been feeling like the lovesick, touch deprived boy I was. When we pulled away, the sense of security and comfort I felt in her presence had me believe that everything was gonna be okay. I love her and she loves me. I know that. She should love me like I do. And I know she does. We didn’t exchange much words but she understood me better than anyone ever did. I never went unnoticed of anything about her. Her smile, her shyness, her awkwardness anytime we we’re close, you name it...

Things escalated this afternoon tho. We got into each other and ended up literally-….inside each other. The feeling was euphoric if not for me feeling a little to overwhelmed of her riding me instead. I couldn’t bring up to such feeling in a long long time. How could I stay calm when I was finally feeling her like I wanted? When I notice our lips devouring each other’s perfectly? When I tasted her savory, and oh so well? When could finally squeeze her ass all into my palm? When I could mark her mine? But things changed… and I am ever so mad for not pleasuring my darling like I wanted to…like I intended to..

I could kill myself for this. For my baby to even let her touch herself when her dearest husband was right by her. Watching her, and doing nothing about it.

*****

His palm rested on the table out of pure distress towards himself. Feeling guilty and euphoric at the same time. Trying to digest the fact that his princess offered him all she could while considering him the worst thing that happened within. How could he forgive himself? It wasn’t something as simple for him. Something as intimate with his lover would mean the world to him. And for him to screw that up? No. Never fine. Surely enough. Trying to cope with these emotions that started getting back at him, as he remembers that it’s time for his medication. The same way, the same affection, the same effect everything was the carbon copy of how he fel-

The door knocked him out of his thoughts from escalating.

A sick smile wept up his lips.

“Taehyung? It’s time for your medications…I-I’ll just leave then on the counter”

“…she sure loves me …she would never hate me..” 

-you never failed him when it came to his health, and so did his beliefs when it came to you.

*****

Weeks passed. And things were going on like the other days. Except for how awkward we would feel beside each other. I am not someone who took something like that seriously although I did at the moment. But I’m definitely over it. Who isn’t greedy when it comes to sex? Upset at the moment, but now it’s just playing hide and seek around the house. I seriously can’t face him.

This is something I really feared too. I regret doing such things without getting closer on a psychological basis. Now we can’t even see each other. I won’t blame him for all of it since I’m not a big of a talk myself. I’m quite introverted and should I say? Getting close to a stranger you married is definitely not a easy task for me. I did fall for him. A little too much. I must say. But who wouldn’t? For such a killer beauty like his? And such a polite and humble man that he is. He’s been nothing but kind to me. Nothing but loving. Even tho it’s hard for me to notice sometimes.

I understand that he’s been depressed like his mom told me. And that he must take prescriptions constantly. To be honest she’s always acting fishy when asked about Taehyung and his health and the reason he's going through such hard times but I don’t have such skills to dig deeper in conversations with someone like her. Again, a stranger. He seems really conserved but I know he would be a little more comfortable if we avoided these encounters between us. If we could spend more time understanding each other and then proceed with some sexual activity. But I can’t help myself from thinking of that specific night. Even tho he couldn’t satisfy me on an entire basis, riding him is still too much to handle.

For me to see him as a humble cute guy and to him moaning and groaning under me has a lotttt of difference on its own. It has me fantasizing on things lately. I’m pretty sure that it’s no sin. Sometimes it’s hard for me to think about the same man that way and still just live with him after one incomplete encounter. I would find myself fantasize at work and later come home in a hurry just to pleasure myself to his name. It’s much of a horny life in this house. Even having dinner is being sexually consumed by my brain. It’s definitely that I am sexually frustrated on all levels. But I wouldn’t just go fall upon him for validation and pleasure since I respect his place a whole lot and am more than determined to have him comfortable around me. But I can’t just tell you on a guaranteed basis that I wouldn’t get turned on just at the sight of him.

Sometimes I don’t find Taehyung in common places where we spend together. He would just leave to his room right away and have himself seated at dinner. Taehyung himself is fishy that way. Now, I’m not entirely sure if he feels the same way too but I could tell immediately if he wants me and I wouldn’t deny that since I’m just trying to help him through. 

“Y/n! be sure to come!” Grace, my colleague had me out of these reoccurring thoughts. 

“YEAH! FOR SURE!” I screamed back as she was almost out the building.

It is her engagement in a few days and we are invited to it. She knows that I am married but her nosy ass always wanna know about our bedroom stories simply because she’s nervous about hers. I don’t usually talk to her but it’s her big day so disappointing her with a 'no, thank you' won’t do any good and I am pretty sure I'm not so rude. It was our time to clock out. Taehyung picks me up from work since we share the same car. No, we don’t work together but we still make things work through the timings. He is usually late due to his medication listings but I still don’t complain. In the end of the day we still reach home. My phone pinged right in time with that one text we exchange on a daily basis. 

“Hey im here” to which I reply “Yeah coming” depending on the mood I’m in. But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s the same darn message content we exchange. 

*****

The ride was silent as usual that is from his side since I ask him about his medications and stuff to which his reply is basically curt. We reached home and I started with the lunch straight away. I’ve had a hectic day and I’m sure he’s had worse.

Time went by. But unusually. For the first time, I could feel his presence behind me having me in lingering anxiety. He slowly closes the space, back hugging me and laying his head on my open crook. At first glance, it only made me pity this poor man. He’s probably tired and feeling down maybe? I just continued with stirring but each passing second only made me nervous. He started pecking my shoulder blade making me feel nervous than usual and somewhat awkward. Something I did not expect. I was definitely going crazy but I needed to stay calm to know his real intentions. And I did when he bit my ear, slowly sighing into it. That’s it. I needed this as bad. I turned right over and god! I was way too close to his sinfully handsome face. His arms tightened over my hips protecting from the heating pot behind me. I was way to close to not kiss him. My hands laid idle on his chest while his breath hit my lips a little too tempting. I gave in as I smooched over his while he took my lips into his in no time. It was passing the time in a passionate kiss we were engaged in. He sucked my lips harder as an uncontrollable whine left my mouth. He slid his tongue into mine making my body surrender right into his touch. Our muscles tucked each other’s making us gulp down if anything was ever remaining. The sounds were getting a little too lewd and I was definitely going wetter. His wide cold palms slid down my shirt as I held his shirt tight feeling this man’s magic spread over me. He is certainly something..Our lips were wet and soaked- swollen with our own produces. Wasn’t this certain? Cause I wanted more.

His body pressed deeper on to mine as my hands held his shirt much tighter, not wanting to leave this be. His hands pressured presses on my back making me moan into his lazy mouth. Oh god! Was I wrong about this man! No matter how I moved his hands kept me steady and his mouth caught me ready. In the midst of making out and devouring each other, breathing was still a thing to remember. He slowly backed out of my face as we took a break, breath colliding into ourselves. His lips backed away from mine making me disappointed in need of my throbbing core. His tongue swirled it’s way out but quick enough, I leaned in and bit his tongue back leading it towards my own so my horny self could claim it till it can. I struck mine into his once again kissing him like a maniac. His lips were so addicting and I wanted more. He himself was addicting, He quickly gave into mine as he smothered himself onto me hinting me his bulge. Our breaths hitched feeling each other at very extreme ends. My hands traveled over his shoulder as gently as possible. I pulled away as I looked into his eyes. They were soft as I searched for approval. He leaned in and pecked me such sweet, whispering a small endearing “please…” that was barely audible considering the closure. I wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted or if he wanted me to pleasure himself. I was quite dulled down but regardless, it doesn’t matter. Maybe things would lead upon then.

*****

You laid him down. He looked as fine as he could exist. And those lips? No matter how much you kissed him you just couldn’t get enough of them. He was intoxicating you. But just because you are his wife you wouldn’t get yourself into him with the excuse of him going through the phase. You wouldn’t do such things and take advantage of him. This is going to be hard, especially seeing him below you like this, stressed, hearing him moan, it’s definitely going to be difficult but it’s about him not about you.

You divert him bu placing your hands in his thigh and leaning in front of him. His breathing gets faster making you nervous. So you near him and kiss his forehead assuring everything with a smile. You continue kissing his neck while slowly moving your hand to let his struggling length free. You slowly suck on his neck making him whine inside. You take your time to shift to his lips and part them with yours so you could hear those beautiful noises. Gliding down his jaw you continue your work as he moans aloud making you even drenched. You pump his length making him groan and throw his head back to the teasing sensation. You take this opportunity and suck his neck and he feels immense pleasure with your magical doings. You pump it a couple more times as his moans get louder and stronger. That’s enough teasing as you pull the fabric down quickly. You are genuinely impressed with the view as it’s the first time you get to see since it was quite dark compared to your last encounter. He is strikingly ethereal making you hold yourself some grip. You look at him as he barely has his eyes open still attempting to look at you. You cut the eye contact as this is something you are really not much familiar with and you don’t wanna fuck this up for him. It’s nerve-racking for you but you still go for it. You take his length in and start circling around the tip. You can taste the tip of it and you finally take it as a whole. He groans inviting your warm and watery mouth. His hands make it over your scalp and his palms tightened around your hair, placing it to his content. Your tongue spreads a wide sheet range along his cock while your lips paint his walls with a glossy slick. his moans filled the room and your gag was too close-

“Agh!…Y/N!…AGHHG-“  

his breath hitches as you continue with the sucking. As far as you are concerned, you don’t remember him having any breathing issues. You mercilessly continue sabotaging his sensitive core with your hands, squeezing his thighs making him yell and scream your name out loud until you feel his climax nearing through his tip. You pull your mouth away, followed by a string of saliva still attached to your pre-cummed lips. You looked over to him and he looked extremely tired from an orgasm you just gave. The sight of him makes you even needy and you needed to exit the place asap. But you can't just leave him like this...He needed care. you swiftly put your hair up in a bun and cleaned him up. he looked really tired and his lids fluttered then and there. you sat beside him patting and swaying your hands over his head. Soon enough he was sleeping like a child while you admired. your mind is still available for giving you all the details of today to keep you awake for the entire night. You were confused...You can’t help but think and ponder…

Was he quite selfish? To approach you like that and let you down? To get you dripping wet and only talk about him? Does he really just use you? Is this the same thing reoccurring? Really? Weren’t you tired? Of giving him what he needs but him denying what you needed? he was no-diaper kid to be dumb to your feelings...he was a grown ass man and that’s what gets on your nerves.

It didn’t matter cause in the end of the day you were still whipped for your husband, Kim Taehyung. Whether it was to suck of his dick to please him or to leave you starving to get fucked. Cause you still believe that he needs space and is probably going through a lot due to his medical issues. You are at least soulfully grateful that he hadn’t gone to some hoe possibly breaking the promises and vows of your wedding.

You still see him as the humble, adorable man you met.

The man who has come to his wife for a problem he has.

You pray self-respect and wouldn’t just suck on someone who needs it. It was your legal husband and you have all the rights on him. But is it wrong to be pissed at his behavior? Of having you want him and then letting you down? Or maybe he’s just not good at intimacy? Are you fucking Stupid after all this shit? You don’t know but, you’re definitely pissed and boy! Very sexually frustrated! You are this close to going to some man for deeds but you won’t. You will wait. You are not some mere whore and you needed know and be reminded of that. You still won’t understand him. Are you just overthinking or is there something about Taehyung?? Is there something about himself that Taehyung’s hiding from you??

That can wait while you still have something to get over with..

to be cont..

[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.