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lomlsatoru · 10 months ago
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SLIP UP — RIVEN ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
★ summary : your boyfriend is being emotional and accidentally told you something he has been dying to told you for weeks.
★ warnings : mature language, mentions of alcohol & drugs
★ word count : 1.3k
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YOU WERE RUDELY WOKEN UP BY THE ANNOYING SOUND OF KNOCKS IN THE ONCE CALM AND QUIET ATMOSPHERE. You didn't want to wake up. The position you're in was too comfortable.
Maybe my roommates will get it. Please go get it. I'm so not going to get it.
But they didn't, the knocking just became more and more louder.
"Someone go fucking get that!" your roommate lazily scolded.
You did what anyone else did, pretended to be asleep.
"I know some of you lazy asses aren't asleep!" she continued.
"Y/N GO GET THAT!"
"WHY ME?" you whined.
"It's probably you're fucking boyfriend!"
"Fine." you sighed and stood up, thinking that it was probably true, it's not the first time someone came knocking at freaking one in the morning.
You started walking to the front door, not noticing the wall, hitting right at it. "Shit." you cursed, rubbing your forehead.
"Did you just run into a wall?" your other roommate joked quietly.
"Yup." you responded. Your eyes squinted trying to get a better vision of the door, using the moonlight as guidance.
You would open the lights, but that would wake up more people and you're too lazy for that.
The knocking became more aggressive and you whispered yelled, "Coming!"
You got to the front door and opened it slowly and there revealed your drunk and crying boyfriend hanging from his best friend's shoulders.
"BABY!" Riven yelled excitedly which made you come out and cover his mouth while quickly shutting the door.
"What the hell?" you whispered angrily at Sky who was barely holding Riven up.
Riven's eyes stare up adoringly at you. You have your hair in a loose bun, with all some of your hair coming out from different directions. You were wearing a sweater which is actually his, the sight brought a stupid grin on his face.
He thinks you look so gorgeous. An actual angel.
Sky's shoulders slumped in relief at the sight of you and started rambling, "He got drunk and said he will light the school on fire if I didn't bring him to you for cuddles and I said no but he started getting emotional and I just-"
You cover your hands to your face and let out a tired chuckle, "Sky it's okay."
Sky sighed relieved and nodded at Riv, "Come on, I'll take him to your bedroom."
"No it's fine I got it." you assured Sky, he looks so tired and you felt guilty, so you told him to go to his room and get some rest.
He muttered a small thanks and left your dorm going to him.
You looked at Riv and noticed his adoring stare at you, his stare was so intense it brought butterflies to your stomach no matter how tired and mad you are at him.
"Let's go." you said taking his hand and slowly taking him into your room.
Riv followed you like a lost puppy. His eyes were red and his cheeks had some tear stains on them, his hair was in the same condition as yours.
When you reached your room, he wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled his head in the crook of your neck leaving soft butterfly kisses on your skin.
You shivered, his fingers creating a track of fire everywhere he touched.
Before things could escalate more you turned around meeting his eyes. His hands lazily plant on your waist, yours on his chest.
He gave you one of those signature Riven smirks that makes you weak to your knees.
Before you could say anything he blurted out, "I love you."
Your mind short-circuited for a second. Out of the whole month you two were together, the word love wasn't even used once.
Of course you love him, but you didn't know how to tell him. It's Riven for goodness sake, what if he bailed the second he hears the word love?
"You're drunk Riv, and probably high." you sadly deadpanned. Although you would love to hear those words from him, he's intoxicated and doesn't know what he's saying.
"UGH." he groaned before backing you both up so you guys landed on your bed.
You shook your head, laughing while scooting up in a more comfortable position as Riv puts his head on your stomach, hanging onto you like a sloth.
Your hand involuntarily moved to his head playing with his hair while massaging his scalp.
He let out a hum in approval, immediately the feeling of drowsiness came crashing to him.
After a moment of silence you're sure he's asleep but that proves wrong when he mumbled, "I do love you, you know. But my sober self is too much of a wuss to admit it."
And then he was out like a light.
You laid there, mouth gaping opening and closing still not processing what just happened. You took a deep breath and kissed his head, muttering "I love you too Riv." as you let sleep consume you once again.
° time skip brought to you by terra's weed brownies °
The light of the room blinded Riv's sight the second he moved. The throbbing pain in his head practically screaming at him.
He squinted his eyesight and adjusted his position, noticing the warmth of a body below him.
Please be my girlfriend. Please be my girlfriend. Please be my girlfriend.
He chanted over and over in his head as he lifted himself up. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was indeed his girlfriend.
The sun shined directly on your face, it illuminated all the beautiful features that made Riven's heart skip a beat.
And then the events from last night came rushing to his mind.
Shit. He thought.
"You fucking idiot Riven!" he scolded himself, covering his face with his hands. The hangover is already non-existent with his crisis.
It's not that he's mad that he said I love you, it's because he said it when he had been planning this whole cute little picnic and watching the sunset together this Saturday.
His train of thoughts were interrupted with you scrambling in your sleep.
Riven's mind panicked, but his body just continued to sit there admiring you.
As you fluttered your eyes open, you were met with the longing stare of your boyfriend, once again.
"Morning bub." you said groggily, putting out your arms and circling them around Riven's neck bringing him down with you, so you could cuddle him.
Riven's had butterflies in his stomach with your actions. It sent his mind in a frenzy at how much he thought about how deep in love he actually is.
"Morning babe." he mumbled, a smile on his face as he laid himself closer to you.
"You okay?" you asked him, eyes still closed. "You were a mess yesterday-"
"I love you." he blurted. Fuck it. He thought. Now or never.
Your eyes snapped open as all the remains of sleep left your body. "Are you still drunk?" you asked him dumbfoundedly.
"No." he laughed, watching your reactions.
"You sure?" you questioned him again, a small smile playing on your lips. You thought this was all a dream but when he placed a kiss on your nose, the tingly feeling was there and it made you think otherwise.
He continued to pepper kisses all over your face and said, voice filled with so much love, "Positive darling."
"Well then, I love you too." you teased
Hearing you said that to him made the boy blush profusely. But before he could say anything your roommate interrupted the sweet moment.
"SHUT UP WITH THE LOVEY DOVEY SHIT AND GET READY WILL YA?"
You looked at Riv and you guys broke into a fit of laughter.
Riven thought he could never be happier than in this moment, but with you, happiness is always in the package.
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maskedchip · 23 days ago
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i redrew a mini comic i made back in 2022. silly drunk asry :]
and a little extra:
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transthatmasc · 3 months ago
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Ik we don’t all love jock Jayce, BUT hear me out. Jayce who gets a full ride football scholarship so that he can go to university and do engineering. He’s the talk of the team when his disabled twink lab partner starts showing up to all the games and then picks up sports med to spend more time with Jayce during football season. The other players don’t take Viktor seriously at first cause they want the cute girls to be the ones to help them with their injuries but then it starts to become an open secret that Viktor did the best joint wraps of any of them so anyone with a past or present injury was lined up before games for Viktor to do their knee and ankle and wrist wrap for them. Viktor never said much about it but Jayce would beam and wait til the line cleared out to walk out to the field with viktor cause his cane wasn’t always great on the Astroturf. Jayce makes him a larger foot with cleats that can screw onto the bottom of his cane when he has to be on the field while he is home for thanksgiving. He gives it to Viktor and asks him out for a date as though they don’t spend all of their time together already.
Viktor is on the sidelines when Jayce compound fractures his leg during a game their junior year and helps calm him down as they drive him off the field. After the initial cast is off, viktor puts himself in charge of Jayce’s physical therapy and they spend the rest of the season on the sidelines together with Viktor cuddles up next to Jayce on the bench to stay warm in the later part of the season. Jayce is healed up enough to play again his senior year, but has to wear a big athletic brace because the injury stretched his tendons out and made his knee unstable. Viktor wears a Talis jersey to all of the games even though the rest of the med team wears team t shirts. Jayce is number 42 cause it’s the answer to life the universe and everything and he may be a football player but he’s also a massive nerd and geek.
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cerisereids · 6 months ago
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hi all (18+ ONLY NSFW) don’t mind me just thinking about how aaron would be super apprehensive to opening himself up again sexually after haley, especially not when it’s with the new agent hired at the bau. he’s been trying to resist the teasing glint in her eye over the past few weeks she’s been hired, but clearly he’s failing miserably as he scrambles on top of her. she’s made a mess of him, his tie long forgotten, his button up half undone as she runs her long, manicured nails through his stiff hair. it’s like he’s on fire, a burning desire coursing through his veins as he slots his knees between her thighs, the plush skin squeezing around him, making him dizzy. he rocks his hard length against her warm, damp core and his eyes roll back in his head. he hears her gasp at the impressive size of him, and the noise is enough to make his stomach flip, a warmth settling deep in his belly grower hotter and hotter the more she writhes and moans underneath him.
“don’t wanna hurt you,” he breaths out as more clothes fly off, the skin on skin contact making him crazy.
“i can handle it,” she whispers, beaming up at him with a determination that swells his heart by three sizes. what other choice does he have?
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gladiator-v · 5 months ago
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A WIP I wanna try to finish tomorrow if I’m not too tired. Urrrrgh…. Bro the way he ran up to Kissy with so much concern!! I wanted them to interact so much more than just that like cmon Mob :’( Chapter 4 really gave me a newfound love for Kissy, she is truly a real one.
STATUS: Completed!
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sheepmc · 1 year ago
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Sugar Daddy Neuvillette spoiling you whenever you accomplish whatever it is goal you set out for yourself
Sugar Daddy Neuvillette bringing you to his office to spend time together when he's unable to go out
Surprising Sugar Daddy Neuvillette with some lingerie you bought after your shopping spree today
Watching Sugar Daddy Neuvillette's eyes dilute with want as he slowly strides towards you loosing his tie
Sugar Daddy Neuvillette pinning you to the wall kissing his way up and down your neck whispering dirty praises that has you clenching your thighs together
Sugar Daddy Neuvillette watching and hearing how your sopping wet pussy takes his fingers in knuckles deep
Sugar Daddy Neuvillette will sometimes fuck you in the changing rooms of high end store after having enough of you teasing him with every outfit you try on
Sugar Daddy Neuvillette will make you cockwarm him in his office as he does paperwork and if you decide to grind, rock or clench around him he'll retaliate by pinching your clit and with a husky growl of his voice say
"Behave or you won't get to cum until we get home"
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my-name-is-apollo · 10 months ago
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Martial's epigram on the statue of Apollo Sauroktonos (lizard-slayer):
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The way this statue was seen as child Apollo playing with a lizard is adorable
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Though, according to Pliny the elder this statue represented Apollo as an adolescent (as usual), not a child.
But like, this is such a child-like activity to do. Apollo was totally the type of kid to grab tiny creatures and examine them with fascination. I am mentally visualising lil Apollo running to Artemis in high spirits and proudly showing her the lizard he just caught.
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seokminfilm · 2 months ago
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stars in your eyes — lee seokmin
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PAIRING 𐂴 lee seokmin x reader
TAGS & WARNINGS 𐂴 non-idol au, short, no plot, fluff, implied friends to lovers, physical touching, seokmin secretly admires you, soft seokmin hours are back
SUMMARY 𐂴 you and two seokmin were just two lost stars trying to light up the dark.
LYR'S SIDENOTES 𐂴 felt like writing something cutesy for seokmin so here we are!! i've been listening to the song 'clocks' by coldplay on repeat recently so this fic is supposed to be inspired by it!! its also inspired by dk's cover of 'lost stars' by adam levine 😭 hope you all enjoy!
(edit: we're one follower away from 600 so i'm just going to say my thanks ahead of time!! thank you all for the love and support 💗you all are the reason i keep writing)
NOW PLAYING 𐂴 clocks (coldplay)
WORD COUNT 433 𐂴 FOR @kstrucknet
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seokmin could see the stars in your eyes.
he could see every speck, reflecting softly in your pretty eyes as you stared at the pitch-black sky. each star seemed to have its own life in your eyes as you scanned the never-ending horizon with wonder, and seokmin made a mental note about how you made even stars pale with how bright you shined.
"you're studying me like i'm a star or something," your voice is light as you thread your fingers through the cold grass under you. seokmin is smiling from ear to ear, a light blush dusting his cheek as he shrugs.
"you are a star though. to me, anyways." seokmin adds quickly, brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he notices how warm your laugh sounds when it lilts and tilts, mixing in with the summer night breeze.
if this is what love felt like, seokmin wanted you to be able to feel it too.
"can i hold your hand?" seokmin's eyes are on yours before you can open your mouth to speak, and all of your thoughts fly out the window before you can answer the question. your heart seems to slow down, beats coming minute by minute as the world freezes around you.
seokmin's already drawing towards you, inches away from your face as he tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ear. the feeling of his finger lightly tracing your ear feels different, and you nod, letting seokmin's warm hand engulf yours as the two of you sit silently.
"you know, i've wanted this for a long time."
seokmin's voice is so soft you can barely believe it's him, and he sets his camera down on the grass, making the move to scoot closer to you. his warm cologne washes over you the second he moves, and you can smell it in his hair as he turns to you.
"you have?" you ask simply, too enamored in the way seokmin's looking at you. "i have."
"i've wanted to hold your hand and tell you how much i love you for god knows how long." seokmin's eyes go from your blushing face to your hand in the grass, and your heart flutters at the sight.
"i'm glad you did," you say softly, smiling at seokmin before you bury your face into your jacket.
even though it's silent between you two, you can tell something has changed; seokmin's grip on your hand feels more sure now, and you can lean your head on seokmin's shoulder with a clear conscience as the two of you stare up at the sky.
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tiredbitchposts · 1 year ago
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Yue QingYuan gives off the vibes of a divorced father whose kids always call him on the holidays because they're afraid bro will off himself if he's left alone for too long. He also gives me the vibe to be the type of person who gets really happy when his ex calls him and just insults him for a while, he ends the call having learned five new cuss words, had his entire bloodine insulted but has the biggest smile bc, just like that one fall out boy song, he doesn't care what his ex thinks as long as it's about him
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lomlsatoru · 10 months ago
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WHIPPED — SKY ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
★ summary : having a crush on your best friend while he has feelings for someone else is a whole level of hurt. but it's funny seeing how protective he is of you.
★ warning: language, fluff, teasing
★ word count: 0.8k
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YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HURTS MORE, watching your best friend fall for someone new, or watching him get back with his ex.
Either way, it hurts like a bitch.
You were having lunch with Musa, Bloom and Aisha when Stella suddenly came –demanding– help for her lost ring.
When Sky sat down beside Bloom practically giving her the biggest heart eyes, you wanted the ground to swallow you.
Then Stella called for Sky, intentionally touching his arm as a warning that he's hers.
You felt like you were going to explode if you didn't get out of there.
You abruptly stood up, taking everyone's attention to you.
"Where you going?" Musa asked. Although she can feel your jealousy, she didn't want you to go and leave her with them.
"Library." you said to her, sending a sweet smile that didn't seem real at all.
Musa understood that you needed space, so she just nodded and gave your hand a soft squeeze.
But Sky didn't get that though, he knows you better than anyone and you never go to the library. Not while planning ahead anyways. "Wait, why?" he asked.
"Not of your business." you unintentionally snapped.
Sky's face fell at the sudden outburst and before he could ask anything you already packed your bag and started to walk away.
But of course, you couldn't just make a smooth exit without something messing up.
In a rush, you didn't even realise a guy was walking to you. You guys bumped into each other and all of the guy's books fell to the floor.
You kneeled down and started to immediately apologise, "Shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you, and I was just-"
The guy chuckled and crouched down taking his books, your fingers brushing against each other. "It's okay love." he said.
Your head snapped up to look at him at the sudden pet name as the heat came rushing to your neck and ears.
Sky on the other hand, didn't like how you were blushing because of the guy, and the sudden use of word love, made a pit in his stomach grow as he clench his fists.
When Musa suddenly felt a wave of anger in the cafeteria, her attention moved to Sky noticing how red his face had gotten, she smirked.
The whole situation is just funny now.
The guy you bumped into was cute to say the least. He has these gorgeous honey brown eyes that make you melt and his charming smile. Let's not forget his dimples.
Oh my god the dimples.
You coughed and broke the staring contest you were in.
Your legs were jelly as you stood up, and with holding the books, you didn't have too much balance.
When the guy noticed you were about to fall, he immediately came forward to catch you.
But Sky was faster.
He always had this sixth sense if he's with you.
It was like he just knows when you will get hurt and no matter how many times you fall, it will always be Sky who caught you.
Riv said that it's because Sky is whipped for you.
Whatever the hell that means.
Just the thought of you hurting made the blonde's heartbreak.
His hands went to your waist as he held you up. Stella and Bloom looked at you guys in jealousy but not for the same person.
You cleared your throat and moved out of Sky's grip as you handed the boy earlier his books.
The boy awkwardly took back his books and looked at you, "Can I have a name?"
You smiled, "I'm-" but as you were about to answer Sky's arm went back to your waist.
"No, you can't. Now leave." Sky said as he gave the boy a deadly glare. The boy whose name was unidentified nodded vigorously and walked away.
Your eyebrows furrowed; it wasn't like Sky to be rude.
Sky's eyes trained on the boy as he left but you turned to look at Sky and punched his shoulder.
"What the hell?" you scolded him, trying to keep your face from forming a big smile with how his arms set protectively around your waist.
He looked at you, shrugging his shoulders and said, "Didn't like him."
"You don't know him, Sky." you chuckled.
Oh, how he would hear you laugh over and over again. And to just see your smile every day makes him so happy, and how to feel when kissing you-
"Sky?" you asked him worriedly as he continued to stare at your face.
Sky blushed, noticing how he was caught in the act and decided to play it cool. "You're just really pretty."
Wow. Cool Sky. Really cool. He mentally face palmed himself. 
"Thank you." you said shyly, giving him a smile.
And he melted right then and there.
Damn it, Riv's right. He's so whipped.
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sophiethewitch1 · 1 year ago
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In Death's Embrace Pt. 2
Jason Todd x Death!Reader
Part one!
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Jason shoots up in bed, his hand stretched out. He’s sweating, drenched in his own panic in fear. His hand falls into his lap, still twitching. He doesn’t remember what he was dreaming about, doesn’t remember what he was trying to grasp.
He knows he failed. He knows it slipped through his fingers like sand. He doesn’t think there’s anything more tragic in the world. He doesn't know why.
“Once again, you amaze me. Breaking the rules of the universe, not once, but twice.”
His hand is wrapped around his gun before you even finish the sentence. It’s pointed between your eyes once you do. To your credit, whoever just broke into his apartment without triggering any of his alarms, you don’t even flinch. No, you just fold your hands behind your back and give him an odd look.
You tilt your head, eyes moving over the scars on his face and catching on the lock of white hair he sports. Then, your face breaks into a smile, and something in Jason’s heart jumps. There’s a knowing in your eyes that he doesn’t like. An understanding.
You see through him, somehow. He doesn’t like it. He’ll shoot you for the offence.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” Jason demands, assessing you like you assess him. You don’t look like a combatant, in long dark flowing fabrics. Still, he knows not to underestimate someone based on their appearance.
That damned clown never looked like a threat. And now he was standing here, with someone who seemed just as crazy in his bedroom. Only someone that crazy would break into his home.
“Are you going to shoot me?” your words are teasing, eyes fond. Maybe you’re crazier, then. You don’t believe he’ll do it. He will.
He should have already. It’s base curiosity that holds his trigger finger. That’s what he thinks it is, at least.
“I might,” he finally says, “Again, who the fuck are you?”
“It’s interesting talking to you like this. You knew who I was straight away last time, but this time you turn your weapon to me,” you continue, ignoring his threat. A muscle jumps in his cheek, annoyed at your presence, at your blatant disregard for him.
“Last time?”
Your smile turns into a bright grin. He’s momentarily stunned by it.
“So, you really haven’t won just yet. That gives me a small measure of pride,” you say, walking over to the window with your hands still behind your back, “Maybe enough to spare you from my anger.”
You look over at him again. Purse your lips.
“Maybe not.”
“I think you forget who is holding the gun,” Jason reminds you, clicking his teeth at the way you just shrug.
You go quiet. No more teasing words or ominous warnings. Jason should shoot, shoot now. He’d hate the cleanup, hate the mess, hate all the effort, but it was necessary. You were dangerous. That much was obvious.
Instead, he opens his big dumb mouth and asks, “What do you want?”
You sigh, shaking your head. “Is it terrible I don’t know? Rules are rules after all, but this situation is… complicated. You’re not another Sisyphus, you don’t even want to be here.”
“You broke into my home and started threatening me. That doesn’t sound complicated,” Jason insists. This is such a fucking weird conversation. And Sisyphus? Jason had done his homework, he knew about the mythical man who cheated death. He thinks he’s actually quite a lot like Sisyphus.
He still doesn’t appreciate the comparison.
“Yes well, I don’t want to be here either, de-” your voice cuts off, eyes widen in surprise, and then narrow on him like he caused some great offence. Inside him, he feels his dead little heart wither even further at the sight. Like you being upset with him was one of the worst mistakes of his life.
Once again, you broke into his house. All he’d done was tell you to get lost. Oh, and maybe threaten to shoot you, but who cares about that. He soothes the momentary panic, insisting you obviously hadn’t.
Which is dumb. He’s being an idiot. Jason Todd is being an absolute moron right now, and he just needs to shoot you.
Instead of paying attention to the gun trained on you, you stare out his window, at the streets of Gotham’s Hill district below. The sun is rising, rays bursting through the fog. The people are just getting up with it. It’s one of the few times the city is anything close to quiet. Most are still sleeping, and so is crime.
Warm sunlight catches on your cheek, and again, something inside Jason cries out at the sight. It’s worrying.
“I think I want you dead, again,” you confess.
Jason’s breath whooshes out of his lips, and his gun arm twitches for a second. Well, fuck him, that’s certainly a statement. And again, why hadn’t he shot you?
He still doesn’t do it. He must be crazy, too.
“I’m being greedy. I always have been, of course. It’s what I am… But especially this time, I think I’m being too greedy,” you sound sad, your fingers trailing across the wooden window frame, “I think I shouldn’t be here, but it’s the ones like you who make it hard.”
You rub dust against your fingers, and Jason feels embarrassed for the state of his home. He realises a second later what a stupid thought that is, you broke in. He wonders how many times he’ll have to repeat it to remember it. He feels uncomfortable and off-kilter, and he knows it’s because of you.
He needs to get you out.
“I’ve always hated the special ones, you know. The smart ones. You’re too good at pulling me, manipulating me, tugging on my strings like a puppet. You make me human,” you turn back to him, crossing your arms and resting against the sill. You’re comfortable in his home, more so than he usually is. Calm, relaxed, like the world is at peace, and worries are something of the past.
He wonders what that must be like. Fucking delightful, he bets.
“Are you not human?”
You raise an eyebrow in response.
Shit. Ah, fuck it. His finger tightens, and the recoil jerks his arm. The silencer keeps the early apartment quiet. Quiet, if not for the sound of the bullet clattering to the ground.
You both glance down at the crumpled piece of metal sitting pathetically on the floor. You lean over, pick the piece up, and then lift it to your eye, watching that same sunlight reflecting the early morning in the steel. A small rainbow flitters across your skin. You close your fist, and you stroll over to Jason.
It takes him a moment to remember to be wary of you, and by that time, you already have his hand cradled between yours.
You place the remnants of the bullet in his scarred palm.
“I expect an apology for that later,” your voice is soft, sweet. Loving, even after he shot you in the chest. Not like it did anything. Your fingers curl around his, tracing every crack and crevice. You do it with concentration, with precision, like you were made just to touch him, to comfort him.
A memory, gone in a flash. He feels it’s loss like a toothache.
He swallows, “I’m sorry.”
You laugh, and the sun’s not outside, it’s in his bedroom and it’s smiling and it’s everything and it’s here in his grasp and he knows it’ll be okay again. It has to be okay again. You said it’d be okay, didn’t you? He can’t remember. His head’s swirling, spinning, falling right into you. Right back into you.
“Or now, that’s fine too,” you sound delighted. He’s glad.
You let go of him, and move back to the window, drawn by the view outside. Jason's hand clasp and unclasp. The street obviously fascinates you, your eyes flicking back and forth and tracking the movement of every soul outside. He wants your gaze back on him.
Jason clears his throat. You glance back at him, then pointedly, his right hand.
He can feel his face flush, embarrassingly. He’s still holding the gun. He turns the safety off and tucks it back under his pillow.
He clears his throat again. He wants something from you, expects it, really. But he can’t tell what it is. He thinks you know, though. That you’re withholding it, for some reason. He’s irrationally irritated at that. You said you were greedy, but nothing could compare to his greed.
Even if you wanted him dead. He was starting to put together the pieces, but he couldn’t seem to feel alarmed. No, it simply wasn’t necessary, with you here.
Still, it’s not quite enough. He wants more. He wants to know more. So he waits for you to speak again.
“I’ve thought about doing this so many times over the years. It would’ve been selfish, and more than that, outside of my duty. You’re not one of mine anymore. For a little while, at least.”
He wants to be. He wants to be yours. He wants it more than he can breathe. If he’s yours, maybe you can be his.
You glance to the side, thinking out loud, “But then you went and started remembering. I’ve worked very hard to make sure that’s impossible, you know. That the memories from my realm stay there.”
You turn a disapproving glance his way.
“Of course, far be it for me to get in the way of a Wayne and his decision to break the world. You lot do that far too much, give me too much work,” you mutter that last part, hand moving to your brow. Like you’re massaging away a headache. He should be doing that for you.
“But you did it. And you’re here. And now I am, too. And I have to go soon.”
You drift closer to him, and Jason’s breath catches. He’s still. He doesn’t make a single movement, scared he’ll scare you away. He realises that’s stupid. That you caught a bullet to the chest. That you’re stronger than anything he could imagine.
He still thinks he could startle you if he’s not careful. That you’re like the mist outside, incorporeal. But Jason can do anything if he puts his mind to it. He knows how to catch the wind, how to gather steam on the underside of glass, how to cup sand and water and feathers and everything that would ever want to be outside of his reach.
You’re out of his reach. He has to let you step into it.
You stop a foot away from him. He grinds his teeth, and again, you raise a brow at him. He doesn’t move, despite his muscles screaming at him too. You give him a nod and take another step closer. He still doesn’t move, and you give him a satisfied look.
“So, what should we do, Jason?”
“How do you know my name?”
“What? Did dying strip you of any brains?”
The banter is familiar. He doesn’t mean to ruin it.
“Do you have to leave?” again, a voice in his mind whispers. You look sad, again. Again, again, again. All of this is an again.
“Eventually. Sooner rather than later,” you sigh, “You can keep a secret, can’t you, Jason?”
“Not if you leave.”
It’s a bold move. You take a step back, and he winces. Back and forth, back and forth… Still, he doesn’t take the words back. He can’t, because it’s the truth, and now that you’re here, there’s no going back. He’ll do anything to keep you with him, and if you go too far for him to reach, he’ll follow you.
“I think that’s an unfair request,” you say, and he shakes his head.
“It’s fair. You don’t have to stay forever, just a while.” Now that, that is a lie. You seem to know it, too.
You look out the window again. Jason, after a moment's hesitation, moves over beside you. You don’t flee, your attention is on the people below. He opens the window for you, and you give him another smile. He collects them like the rare treasures they are. You lean out into the air, and he freaks, then realises you’d shrugged off a bullet. He stays close, vigilant, anyway.
“I’m curious, I have to admit. What’s this place like?” you ask, resting elbows on the wood. The streets are foggy, as they usually are in the morning. The Hill isn’t the nicest place, not the cleanest either, but you look at it like it’s heaven incarnate. He can see his neighbour down at the local grocer, the old woman who hoards cats seeing her grandson off to school, and one of his guys hanging out on the street, keeping the space safe.
Under his orders. The Hill wasn’t the nicest place, but he liked to keep it as nice as possible.
...Peaceful, he wanted the people here to have their peace. He was obsessed with it, really.
“It sucks.”
You laugh again, music to his ears, “Not the best advertising.”
“I take it back, it’s the best place on earth,” he replies, barely paying attention to his words. He’s seeing how close he can get to you. How many inches he can claim. His face is almost in your neck by the time you lean back, and he curses under his breath.
“It doesn’t need to be,” you say, pushing away from the sill and turning to wander around his room. You take in everything about the space. From the general mess, to the Jane Austen books crammed into his bookshelf, to the mask he’s left half-hazard on his bedstand.
You watch it all, just as fascinated with the world outside as the one inside. He wants to believe that means he’s special to you. And if it doesn’t, that just means he needs to work a little harder.
Finally, you turn to him. You take in every facet of him, once again. Your all-knowing gaze finds his hair again. You seem especially fascinated by that. You lift your hands, and he’s in them before he realises he’s moved.
You map his features with your hands, and he makes a little sound in the back of his throat. Ignoring that, you wipe the bags under his eyes. He feels his sanity slip away under your touch. You trace the scar on his chin, the one above his left brow. The stubble along his jaw. The bump in his nose. The edge of his lips. He wonders at the smirk you give when he groans. And finally, you come to that strand of hair.
You tug on it. A memory fizzles again, and to his frustration, he can’t quite grab it. Can’t quite take it, claim it. It’s not his, not yet.
You haven’t given him permission to remember. He wants it, he wants it, he needs it.
“I think I can stay, maybe. Just for a little, just a little. You want that, right?” your hands cup his face, and he knows, somehow, that you’ve done this a thousand times. And if this is the thousand-and-first time you’ve held him like this, he’s glad. To be back in your embrace is the sweetest pleasure. The greatest relief.
“Yes. Yes, yes… yes, I do,” he’s nodding, he’s begging, he’s pleading with you. Just for a moment more, just a second more. Just a little bit more, before you let him go again. He leans down and presses his forehead to you, sighing in your scent, the wheat reeds in the wind, the warm sun on skin.
He wonders what he has to do to make sure you never let go again. He wonders if you’ll let him do it.
You shake your head, giving him a rueful smile, “You really are too cute, darling.”
That nickname. The key to his heart, his mind. Every single barrier keeping him from you is gone, crumbled by your will. He is thankful you’ve given them back. He is thankful for every moment you ever had with him. And he’ll make a thousand more.
He presses his lips to yours, arms holding you close. When you melt into him, sigh into the kiss, he feels a euphoria he didn’t know could be true. He feels a relief he didn’t know even in his days under, even when you only held him.
He feels alive with it.
“Thank you for coming back,” he whispers against you, and he can feel that familiar, that damning smile spread.
“You left me. I had to hunt you down myself, Jason dear.”
Maybe he couldn’t have his peaceful death. But he had a loving one, and that was all he needed.
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transthatmasc · 3 months ago
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Thinking fondly of Jayce and Viktor in their cottage with their matching leg braces and the mountains of pillows they amass so that they don’t fuck up their bodies too much while sleeping.
Mornings are slow for them. Viktor has to convince Jayce to make himself a cane because he keeps not using his brace when he gets up to pee or nearly pissing himself trying to put it on before he gets up to go. Jayce starts using it around the house to get up and make coffee before he gets dressed cause he brace bites into his skin if he doesn’t put on pants first. Jayce comes home one day to find that Viktor has started etching patterns into the body of his cane. When Jayce asks why Viktor gives him a dismissive “so we can tell them apart” as if they are not 6 inches different in length and two different colors of metal.
When Viktor finally finishes his design, Jayce asks him again, this time while they’re lying in bed together with the lights off, both facing away from each other. Viktor quietly admits that when he got his first cane he didn’t always use it cause he didn’t like the way that other kids stared at it. “With a design on it, if anyone looks, they’re just looking at the pattern cause they’re interested.”
Jayce starts using his cane when they walk through town, and even though he’s had the brace for as long as these people have known him, he still sees people looking at the cane, but he just smiles at viktor because they must be ogling the beautiful etching that Viktor has done. A little girl runs up to them in the market once and starts asking about the cane and where he got it cause it’s so pretty. Jayce is more than happy to tell her all about how Viktor carved the swirling pattern into it with the stars and the occasional rune. She listens raptly and when he finishes she tells him that if she had a cane she would want butterflies on it cause she likes butterflies.
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starry-bi-sky · 1 year ago
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new Danyal al Ghul au just dropped! --or at least some art of it did. I call it the "Stillborn? No, no, still born" au (or stillborn just for short)
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it's based off a batfam comment I saw that mentioned in the early comics Bruce knew about Talia's pregnancy and was ecstatic to be a father. So much so that Talia feared he'd give up being Batman for it, so when she gave birth she put the baby (Damian) on a doorstep and (seemingly) told Bruce that the baby was stillborn.
I saw it, thought "mm, tasty!" and thought what if that baby was Danny instead of Damian? By default I was thinking of making him a few years older, however, it works just as well with demon twins. I need to think it over. Meet Daniel Brown! 14 year old foster kid whose been with the Fentons for the last two years! He has SO many issues haha. hah. lmfao even.
Danny's theme song is literally just "Good Kid" from the Percy Jackson musical, to sum him up.
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adylote · 7 months ago
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Omg Eleanor asking for the child/operator was sooo lovely (can't/don't know how to use a better word (?).
That woman stole my heart in a way so fucking DIVINE!
Now I need to draw them while Drifter sob on the corner (?)
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sprale-is-so-freaky · 6 days ago
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the idea of both abby and lev being terrible sleepers…
• like i know abby is getting -3 hours a night, overheating 5 seconds in, waking up at random intervals and taking up the wholeeee bed. she also seems like the type to hold a pillow so lev is definitely getting strangled every night!
• meanwhile lev is probably tossing and turning like crazy, he DEF sleep talks, wakes up at no later than 4:30 am ready to start the day, and most likely is trying to sleep practically on top of abby… like borderline under her skin…
whoever wants to be my best friend in the whole world WILL draw this or write/recommend me a fic PLEASE 🙏
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jujijija · 11 days ago
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Gay ass cephalopods obtained
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