#fucked up with the flash there timmy

[ky-landfill]

Tim in his stalker baby era?

[misteria247]

Imagine-

It's Danny that starts the unintentional chain of events. He and the team are on a mission, he's partnered with Timmy. Jimmy and SpongeBob are on the intercoms trying to figure things out. The mission has gone to hell, there's chaos everywhere. And Danny he just takes a look at all of it, mentally trying to figure out how to describe it all. And before he can even think about it his mouth opens up and out pops-

"Fuck."

The reaction is instantaneous. The intercoms immediately go silent. Dumbfounded. Wanda and Cosmo are staring at the ghost teen, and Timmy's jaw is open in surprise. Danny remembering that there's a ten year old with him just breaks out into a nervous sweat as the adults finally process it. Immediately SpongeBob let's out a scandalous gasp-

"DANNY!"

And Wanda's eyes just turn sharp, pink hues boring straight into him in a silent promise to get his ass ASAP. Cosmo's immediately not touching this situation, deciding Wanda's got it. Jimmy on the other hand is pinching the bridge of his nose already tapped out. And Danny and Timmy just having a silent stare down as the boy's shock morphs into impish mischief. At that moment Danny knows this is going to come back and bite him in the ass.

It's only a few weeks later when he gets it. When he hears Timmy's childish voice in frustration yell out-

"Fuck! This is stupid!"

And he just feels the glare of a certain pink fairy. She's not happy and Danny knows he's not going to come back from this unscathed. Later as Timmy's cackling at Danny getting in trouble the older teen just glares at him and says-

"Keep laughing Turner. You'll get what yours eventually mark my words."

Fast forward a few years to Timmy being a teenager with a child Peri. The two brothers are just doing their own thing, Cosmo and Wanda are in the other room talking. A sudden moment and Timmy's running to grab his little brother who's nearly ran into an old clock. Timmy doesn't even think about it, just reacts purely on instinct.

"OH FUCK ARE YOU OKAY??"

Timmy's already looking over his baby brother not realizing that he just opened Pandora's box. Not till he sees Peri's puzzled expression and his small head tilt before asking in an innocent voice-

"Fuck....? What's that mean?"

Timmy's never felt fear till he hears Peri say fuck. Nor when he heard Cosmo's gasp when he'd stepped into the room with Wanda, both parents concerned about their sons only to walk in on Peri's question. Wanda's eyes go wide before-

"TIMOTHY TURNER-!"

Timmy ends up getting into trouble, and ends up having to deal with his little brother say the word fuck randomly on and off while playing for the next few days. Mentally cursing Danny for predicting this situation. When Peri's older and is retold the story, he laughs so hard he nearly cries. All the while Timmy just shakes his head, knowing that Peri was asking for it without knowing.

More years pass, and Peri's now a fairy godparent of a boy named Dev. The boy's......complicated. And Peri has to resist the urge to rip out his purple curls sometimes but he enjoys the boy nevertheless. It's because of this that he let's his guard down. He, Dev and Hazel are rushing to meet up with his parents and older brother and said brother's team. The world's gone to shit, and they're on a time limit. Peri catches sight off a familiar head of brown hair and two small figures hovering nearby and he opens his mouth to shout out to them. To call out to his family who's currently with the ghost, sponge and scientist. When a sudden burst of energy flashes by, forcing Peri to grab Dev and Hazel and let out a yelp. Footsteps and shouts are heard and Peri's a bit frazzled and before he even realizes-

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE????"

A dead silence as Peri slaps a hand over his mouth. Hazel let's out a gasp and cries out that that's a bad word. While Dev just starts to smirk like a cat with the cream. Timmy who's now kneeling next to them, let's out an exhausted sigh while Jimmy coughs to cover the snicker that threatens to come out, causing Timmy to shoot him a look. SpongeBob immediately let's out a not you too Peri! While Danny just seems to go blank expression wise, deja vu hitting him like a truck. Wanda's at this point done.

"3 TIMES. WHY CAN'T YOU BOYS NOT SWEAR?????"

Cosmo just let's out an amused but tired noise having gotten used to the fuck ups involving his boys and their mouths. There's a burst of chatting and the solemn promises of retribution for corrupting the youth. All the while Peri looks up to see Timmy and Danny staring at him with looks that say-

'Told you so.'

[ifiguredyoudloveme]

Night Swim (NSFW)

timothée chalamet x female!reader

summary: timothée and y/n go skinny dipping at night and things get a little...yeah.

warnings: p in v sex, semi-public sex, water sex, timmy loves boobs, creampie, accidental biting (?), mild blood.

words: 1,000

a/n: i don't really like this but oh well.

— ˗ˋ ୨♡︎୧ ˊ˗ —

I sink my bare feet into the cold water of the lake. It's freezing, and Timmy winces besides me. I look at him and flash a cheeky smile with a giggle, and his eyes widen as does his smile as he tries to stand and get away from me. He's too late, and I jump into his arms with mine wrapped around his neck and pull us both in. We release each other as we swim to the surface and I come up just after Timmy.

"Fuck you!" He laughs and splashes me, moving out of the way as I attempt to splash him back. "It's freezing!"

I laugh and wrap my arms around myself. "It was your idea, idiot."

His face contorts into an expression of fake anger, a smirk still present on the corners of his red, almost purple lips. When he dives at me and wraps his arms around me, both of us sinking into the water once more, I don't put up a fight. We emerge and he stares at my lips, pink. My legs are wrapped around his hips and in the water I'm light as ever. He gently takes a hold of my face in his hands and our smiles quickly drop into arousal.

"Kiss me," he whispers, and I do, locking our lips together, his top lip slotted between mine. We move our lips in a slow dance for a moment, no tongue, simply enjoying the feel of our cold lips warming against each other. My arms slide around his neck with ease from the slippery state of our wet bodies. He moves his hands from my face to around my waist, pulling me in close, my boobs pressing into his lower chest as he slides his tongue into my mouth. I accept it and offer my tongue in return. Our tongues dance along with out lips, faster now, verging on desperation.

His cock quickly hardens and brushes lightly against my clitoris, sending a shiver down my spine no longer from the cold but from a deep warmth in my core. Our lips disconnect and we stare into each other's eyes, lungs expanding and deflating rapidly. The eyes say everything and we both know exactly what we want at this very moment.

Licking his lips, he sinks down and connects them to my collarbone, nibbling lightly. His hands slide over my boobs and the tips of his thumbs swirl over my nipples that are erect from a mix of the cold and desire. I exhale a light moan and thread my fingers through his wet curls as he slides his lips down and wraps them around my left nipple. He sucks, still groping them, a soft groan erupting from deep in his chest.

I reach between us and find his fully erect cock to wrap my hand around. Now he lets out an open-mouthed moan of a higher pitch, his breath wafting against my sensitive nipple. He sucks and massages at a faster pace as I stroke him ever so slowly, my grip tight, his arousal clouding over his brain and taking hold.

With the water there's no need for lube, and once he emerges from my chest and wraps his arms tight around my waist, he lifts me and sinks his cock inside of me in one smooth movement. We simply stare and breath each other in, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips part as he fucks into me ever so slowly, almost painfully so.

The moonlight glistens against our wet bodies and I know, in a thought that flees as soon as his fingers gently rub over my clit, that anyone could walk past and know what we're doing. It's not rare that people swim naked in this lake at this hour; we're lucky we've got it to ourselves at least for tonight.

The speed of his cock increases, as do his fingers, fucking me in a way of pulling out slowly until the tip is barely inside before pushing back in with speed. Repeat. Our lips are barely touching and his fingernails dig into my back as mine dig into his shoulders, the light pain amplifying the intense pleasure we're giving one another. Our eyes haven't fluttered closed once, not daring to miss an expression, a twitch of the eyes, eyebrows, lips.

As I drop my head and cum with a stifled moan against his shoulder, his movements become inconsistent. He's close.

He moans and places his head against the side of my neck as his shuddered thrusts become erratic. His mouth is open against my flesh and his breath is also shuddered, a replication of the movement of his hips.

We both moan into skin as he pushes into me to the hilt and his cock begins to throb repeatedly, his cum filling my insides with a further warmth. We hold onto each other tight as if letting go may kill us. His lips and tongue lap at the sensitive flesh of my skin he'd accidentally bitten into. I didn't even notice.

We pull away after a while, groaning as his softening cock slips out of me, the cold water encasing it yet again. He looks at my neck with concern and makes a face at the teeth marks and the light amount of blood that's thinned due to the water, the colour appearing more of deep orange than a red in the moonlight. His lips are redder with my blood and I get the desire to kiss it away.

"You're bleeding," he whispers, a slight voice crack. He cups some water in his hands and splashes it against the marks. "I'm sorry."

I lean up and kiss him, my desire given into, to tell him it's okay. A slight metallic taste remains. We smile at one another for a moment before breaking down into a giggle. "Your lips are so purple!" He laughs as he takes my hand in his. "Let's get out before we freeze to death."

[therookieimagines]

Not that he cares...or anything - Tim Bradford x Reader part 4/?

Summary: After going on a trip to Tim's sister's you two run into an ex of Tim's who gets way too friendly with her, not realizing his mistake until you get back to LA, Tim is determined to apologize.

warnings: worries of Tim having feelings for an ex

You and Tim hadn't even been together for a month before your first fight occurred, you had both ended up going out to eat while visiting his sister, it was the last night you were there and Tim wanted to take you to see his favorite spot to eat as a kid. Everything was going great until a slightly older than you woman approached the table excitedly "Oh my gosh! Timmy!? Tim Bradford is that really you?" She gawked, you turned your gaze to your boyfriend who had a soft smile on his face "Cindy? Cindy Becker? Oh my god it's been forever, y/n this was my high school sweetheart, Cindy, we were together since..what was it..ninth grade? Yea! Ninth grade until I left for the army" He smiled "Cindy this is my friend and rookie, Y/n" He said happily, not noticing the hurt, frustration, and jealousy flash across your face. Friend? Would friends make out? Have sex? Would friends look at each other with such admiration that you knew you'd follow that man until the end of time?

You were in a trance the rest of the night, not really hearing anything other than muffled voices and laughs, your last straw was seeing Tim hug her tightly as you all walked out, you took it as a sign and stormed off to his truck, climbing into the backseat, not even wanting to sit by him, slamming the door harshly before turning your back to the drivers seat. By the time Tim got in you were already laid back in the seats, your head behind his seat, desperate to keep yourself from his view, you just wanted to get back to LA and go stay with someone else. You heard him sigh as the truck started "You were rude" He teased, obviously not picking up on your feelings or reading the 'room'. "Just shut the fuck up and take me back" You snapped, he was silent for the rest of the drive, once you got to his sisters you were quick to rush to the bedroom, changing into your nightclothes hiding your body under the covers.

Tim sat outside on the back porch watching the trees in the distance move with the wind "Tim? What're you doing up so late, aren't you driving back to LA in the morning?" His sister asked taking a seat next to him on the bench "I think I fucked things with Y/n up..I knew I would..but you told me we'd be fine, I shouldn't jump to conclusions" He ranted, his sister just sighed wrapping her arms around him "What'd you do, bubs?" She asked, not prepared to stay out all night talking with her brother.

Whenever you got back to your shared home, you were quick to go hide in the bedroom, you weren't sure what to do, on one hand you wanted to leave Tim, the two of them seemed so in sync and alike, more than you and him would be yourselves, but on the other hand, you wanted to stay with him. Tim made you feel safe, like no matter what happened he'd be doing whatever necessary to save you, like every inch about you was loved, so why did he never notice your discomfort the entire 4 hours you were at the restaurant. "Y/n/n, come out here please" Tim called from the dining room where he was sat with his laptop, after a very long lecture from his sister he realized he did alot more than fuck things up, he potentially just chased you out of his life.

You debated on staying in the room, but your body started working before your mind could realize it, almost like muscle memory, with every step you felt yourself fighting back tears, this was it, you could hear your grandmothers voice telling you all of her speeches again about how you shouldn't let a man treat you badly as you stood behind him in the doorway. You watched as he moved back from the table slightly, patting his leg for a moment "Come here, I wanna talk with you" He stated, you shook your head going to sit in the chair next to him, but he caught your wrist, pulling you to sit on his lap "I realize...Last night I probably made you uncomfortable..and I'm so damn sorry..I never ever want to make you uncomfortable..yet I did, and I don't know how to apologize for something that big, or even ask you to forgive me for something that terrible, but I am so fucking sorry, y/n, I promise you I don't feel anything for her other than respect, whenever I left for the army, Cindy came out as a lesbian, during that time, she was harassed and beat almost weekly by other kids that were our age. I was happy to see her, because she's got a wife, and three kids now, we always had a deal, whoever pulled it off first, the other has to buy them free drinks for life" He explained, you heard him out, not wanting to let your stubbornness ruin something that was going so amazingly perfect. "Why didn't you tell me..or why didn't you tell her that we were together?" You whispered nervously, still trying to fight back those tears "Cindy is..well Cindy even scared Lucy and Angela and they met her as friends, and Angela doesn't scare easy, I didn't want to risk anything..I'm terrified of messing things up, of having to lose you because of something I did. I started thinking maybe we should end things-" You gulped, trying to tune out the ringing and buzzing in your ears, you couldn't stop the tears from building up in your eyes now "-Hey hey what's going on, honey?" He asked softly, turning your head to face his "Nothings happening, my love, I was saying, my sister knocked sense into me, going on a week long lecture about how it's just about me and my feelings in a relationship, and I am so so sorry if I ever made you feel like that" He continued, cupping your cheeks gently "I am a fucking idiot, and an asshole, and I don't know if you'll forgive me, you don't have to, but I need you to know, I am truly fucking sorry, I understand what I did was wrong, very very wrong, and I will never ever do that again if you decide to forgive me" He whispered, his voice becoming weaker with every word.

You sat at the table for hours, just holding onto each other tightly in a hug, neither of you uttering a word as you sat before finally Tim slowly pulled away from you "I love you, y/n" He whispered, only now did you realize the last hour of your hug he had been crying, it was your turn to hold his cheeks in your hands, using your thumbs to wipe his remaining tears from his face "I love you, Tim, even if sometimes...I wanna shoot you with a taser so bad" You whispered playfully, watching him jolt back "I just poured my heart out and now you wanna shoot me with a taser!?" He gasped holding onto you tightly to keep you from falling off of his lap. "I said sometimes! like last night!" You giggled loudly before kissing him softly, groaning whenever a loud knocking erupted from your entryway. Tim effortlessly lifted you off of his lap before leading you to the couch "wait here, I'll be back" He smiled softly, walking to the door to answer.

You both ended up spending the rest of the night visiting with Lucy and John who had stopped by after hearing of your arrival home. The next day though you were rushed back to work, going about your usual actions of the last year almost. Nobody knew about your relationship, and you both preferred it that way, now that Nyla was on maternity leave, you were assigned back to Tim as a rookie, and he felt safer that way, he could keep you from making any dumb last minute decisions, while you were his girlfriend, and he loved you more than anybody on planet earth, you were still a rookie, and unfortunately rookies made dumb decisions. As you stood at the perimeter of the scene keeping watch, you felt someone watching you from behind, but as you glanced back you only saw Tim and other officers collecting evidence, turning back around you saw something duck behind Angela's detective vehicle. Furrowing your eyebrows you slowly approached the car "Hello? This is LAPD you need to come out and identify yourself!" You shouted, silence, until you heard a growl from behind, almost a split second to late to stop the broken rebar from hitting you ontop of the skull. You struggled trying to keep the piece of heavy rusted metal in the air, you grunted as he tugged it backwards causing you to lose your balance, you groaned feeling the piece of metal smack into the side of your kneecap "Freeze!" You heard Angela shout before two gunshots fired off, you froze, scared to examine your body, the stinging throbbing pain in your kneecap was killing you, almost to the point of collapsing but you managed to catch yourself on the trunk of the car. "Y/n! are you okay!?" Angela shouted rushing towards you "I'm..I'm fine just a light hit, I've had alot worse, Detective Lopez" You assured, steadying yourself as you tried your best to have a steady walk back to your shop. Sitting down in the passenger seat you took a deep breath "Rookie!" Tim shouted walking over, trying to pull of an angry demeanor as he walked towards you until he was leaning over you, using his arm to stabilize himself over you "What happened? Are you okay?" He asked examining your body nervously "I'm okay, just ready to go" You whispered gently, he nodded before going to find who was in command on scene.

You both ended up on the couch at home, Tim sitting behind you, his arms holding you gently as an icepack sat on your knee, trying to rest it as much as possible before your shift tomorrow. "Oh, I let Cindy know about you, she said she gives it a year before the first baby is running around" He laughed resting his hands on your stomach tilting his head slightly "Tim, we've been together what? a month now?" You giggled grabbing his hands "You're already planning kids?" You teased before Tim sighed kissing your forehead "Well I mean obviously I know it's gonna be awhile, but..just thinking about having a mini you running around bossing everybody at the precinct around" He smiled "Kiddo would be a knockout" He added, it was always a thought he visited often, having kids with you, how rambunctious they'd be, and wild, it always comforted him whenever he was having a rough shift or a bad mood. "She would, but, we have to get kojo baby trained before the thought of kids appear" You laughed softly looking towards the sweet dog laying next to you both on the carpet. "what! Kojo is my good boy, and he loves children" Tim defended "Oh my god, I didn't mean that! I meant, he's very..excited whenever he knows you're excited" You giggled looking back towards him "Just cuddle me, Bradford, and let me rest" You teased yawning softly "Yea yea, Go to sleep, boot" Tim teased back kissing the top of your head gently.

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I wanna give a huge thanks to the amazing brilliant person who requested this idea <3

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[supercap2319]

Y/N sighed in relief. The Ogre and its ghouls were gone. For how long? Y/N couldn't say, but for now, they were gone. He glanced to his right as Stella's brightly colored wings disappeared. "He was getting on my bloody nervous." She said.

The Hunter Troll was taken care of, too. It was in a giant chasm in the ground thanks to four young men wearing armor and weapons at their backs. They appeared to be Y/N's and his sister Bloom's age, but probably a little bit older if he had to guess. He locked eyes with one of them with gorgeous blue eyes as Stella started to introduce said blue eyes and his friends.

"Bloom? Y/N? These are the specialists from Alfea I was talking about." Stella said.

"How's it going?"

"How are you doing?"

"Hi."

"Hey."

"Meet Riven." Stella indicated to a young man with light brown hair and blue-ish green eyes. He had a mischievous smile, and Y/N could tell right away that this guy was a troublemaker.

"Brandon." She indicated to the tallest male of the group. He flashed Stella a smile. "How's it going, Princess?" From his tone and Stella's body language, it was obvious that that they had the hots for each other.

She moved on to the next guy. "Timmy." The young man with reddish brown hair and blue eyes smiled at Y/N and Bloom, giving the twins a friendly wave and shy smile in the process.

The final one was the one who Y/N locked eyes with. The one whose hair was a golden coiffed peak of a helmet. He was cute and definitely had that heroic vibe you see in movies and TV shows. The summer tan and muscular muscles underneath his shirt were a good indication that this cute guy definitely didn't miss a workout in his life.

"The blonde one is Prince Sky of Eraklyon."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Wait, he's a prince? Where's his crown?" Y/N blurted out.

Bloom blushed with embarrassment in front of the cute guys, who smirked and laughed at Y/N's question. Sky turned to him with a smirk, showing a row of perfect teeth. God, Y/N hated him already. "I left it at home in my giant castle."

"You have a castle, too?"

"Nah, I'm just fucking with ya, mate." Sky smirked.

"Ass." Y/N smiled. "Who knew you had jokes, Blue eyes."

Sky chuckled. "I have a name, you know."

"Don't care. Blue eyes suits you." Y/N smiled.

Brandon cleared his throat. "I hate to break up the flirting, but we gotta get this guy back to Silva." He pointed towards the Hunter Troll.

"Right. Specialists? Let's move." Sky said in his most commander voice he could.

They cuffed the troll and opened a portal and sent the creature through, as they all said their goodbyes one by one. Sky turns to Y/N and smirks. "I sure hope I'll see you at Alfea."

"You can count on it, Prince Sky." Y/N smiled.

[michealwilliams11]

My Loving Bodyguard pt.3

Tara Carpenter x gn!reader

Summary: If only you knew....

[Not proofread]

You were discharged from the hospital, and Sam took you home. Tara had already left and stayed at home or left with Chad or Mindy.

You truly didn't mind, as long as you don't get a full-on 'speech' about your own health. The next day, you took Bailey's phone and went to a friend's place.

--

You parked your car and took the brown bag before leaving the car. You waved to some people nearby before turning to a record shop.

When you entered, a bell dinged, making your presence clear. An old man turned at the counter and smiled. "Y/N! Long time no see."

You chuckled and put down the brown bag on the counter. "How are you, Frank?" Frank adjusted his glasses and looked inside the bag.

"I'm doing great now that you finally visited." You chuckled. "Yeah, sorry about that. Tara has been keeping up on my feet." Frank shook his head and put the bag somewhere else.

"Thanks for the medication. I was running out." You only shook your head and started to walk to the staff room. "Flash here?" You scanned the dusty record store.

"Yeah! Busy on some phones." You only nodded and went into the staff room. A woman with a tank top and tattoos smiled at you and nodded to another door.

"Thanks." You muttered under your breath before knocking on the door. "Come in!" A gruff voice said and you opened it to find your best friend, Flash.

The man turned with a cigarette in his mouth. "The fuck ye doin here?" He asked, taking the cigarette. "Not even a hello? Ouch, Flash." Th man rolled his eyes and went back to fixing a phone.

"Ye only come here for fixin so get to talkin." He said, putting the cigarette. "I don't want to talk here." You greeted the two women who were on his bed probably naked under the sheets.

"Fine." Flash grumbled under his breath as he wore a tank top. You nodded and glanced around the messy and cramped room. "Where's Timmy?"

Flash scoffed. "He's name ain't Timmy, it's Tom. And he's at school." You only nodded, and the two of you soon left the store.

--

You threw some fries at Flash, who chuckled lowly. The man, in response, took the fries and ate them. The two of you were currently driving back to Tom's school to pick him up.

You parked the car and waited for the bell to ring for it to signal that school was over. Flash took out a cig and soon started doing his thing.

After 5 minutes of waiting, the bell rang, and children walked out of the school. You left the car and waited out for Tom.

Soon, you saw a bundle of blonde hair that was running to you. "Y/N!" You huffed when the 6 year old crushed you in a hug.

"Hey bud!" You said, picking him up and taking him to the car. "Whatcha doing here?" He asked, playing with your hair. "Nothing much, wanted to see my bestie."

Tom chuckled in response and went inside the car. You got in as well. "How do you feel about dinner with pops and me?" Tom smiled and shrieked.

Flash rolled his eyes at the boy but smiled either way. "Yeah!" Both you and Tom shouted and you went on Spotify for some songs.

You were driving to their house when Finesse [Bruno Mars & Cardi] started to play, and Tom's favorite part started to play.

"Sing it to me, Timmy." You vibed with him, and Flash only took out another cigarette. It's a good thing he rolled down a window as well.

Soon, you guys made to the apartment. You piggy backed Tom into the apartment, and you were currently sitting and eating door dash that Flash ordered.

Tom rambled about his day and a close friend, Alex. A boy he met recently today at soccer practice. You and Flash only nodded along. Soon, Tom was knocked out on the couch with Paw Patrol playing on the TV.

You and Flash stood at the balcony with cigarettes in both your mouths. "So, he attacked her an' she killed 'im?" You nodded and inhaled some smoke.

"She is on tough son of a bitch." Flash says with a huge grin and you chuckle at him. Okay, I'll do it then." He grabs the phone from you before you nod and soon leave the apartment.

--

You were currently passed out on the couch. You still had your suit fully on when your phone suddenly rang. You shot up and answered it.

"Hello?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "Y/N, someone threw a molotov cocktail at the building. I need ye help." You didn't waste time as you shot up and wore your shoes before dashing out the apartment.

--

Your car screeched as you pulled to a stop. Outside was Flash's store in flames. You left the car and ran to Tom who was watching the flamed with worry.

"Buddy, where's dad?" You asked. Your breath was knocked out of your lungs when Tom pointed a shaky finger to the flames.

"Flash?" You muttered under your breath as if he would come. You heard abrupt coughing and squinted your eyes to see Flash under a board in the store.

You took your jacket off before dashing to the store. But before your foot even hit the ground, you were blown away. Your head hit the ground and you winced.

Small cries and sobs were heard from Tom. You sat up and looked at the store to see that the flames were much bigger. Screams rang out as you watched Flash's skin turn dark.

You joined Tom in his compilation of sobs and cries. You tried reaching out, but you were pulled back. You looked behind you to see Tara there with messy hair as she shook her head.

You couldn't do anything. You sobbed even harder. Your friend, brother, and the first man that ever cared for you. Gone. In the flames.

You looked to your left to see a can on fuel. This was planned. Flash was supposed to die. He was part of someone's plan.

You searched the street and froze when you caught Ghostface staring at you. He held a shotgun up, and he pointed to you. Your hand reached for your gun before you shot a bullet.

[celaenaeiln]

Bruce: *sees a motorcade come up on his right* *ignores*

Timmy in the back eying the group suspiciously: ….

*tapping on glass*

Dick: B, there’s someone tapping on my side.

Bruce: Don’t roll the window down they could be-

Dick: *already rolling the window down* *GASP* ROMMEY?! ROMMEY! ROMMEY!!

A 45 yr old grizzled man with a smoker’s voice, nicknamed Rommey by Dick: heya Dickie, how it’s going kiddo.

Dick: ROMMEY IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AGAIN!

Another motorbiker with a full claw scar down his face: what about the rest of us, kid? Forget about us?

Dick: MANES! DERRICKA! IZZY!!

Derrick-I take down mercenaries for fun but let a kid I like call me DERRICKA-Rolan: You little shit, why’d we not hear from you after you fucked off to neverland huh?!

Isabella-what? Someone went missing? I had nothing to do with it, it’s total coincidence that I hated him-Hodges: Maybe he doesn’t like us, Der. That right, Dickie?

Dick: *flabbergasted* No!! It’s a long story! After I left I ran out of gas and then some girl crashed into my bike and sent it flying off the cliff but I dove off it first and then I had to walk to the nearest motel on bare feet because I gave her my shoes and then I met this half bear half man and I’ll be pleased to tell you that it was a beary bearable encounter once he got his bearings hahahahaha- *progressively climbing out of the car as the story goes on*

Bruce: Dick! Get back in the car! *having one hand on the steering wheel and grabbing the back of his shirt with the other to keep his wayward son from falling out*

Dick: Wait- *accidently twisting too far and nearly braining himself on the speeding asphalt*

Rommey: DICK!

Bruce: DICK!

Rommey, Derricka, Izzy, and Manes: *grabbing the front half to prevent Dick from becoming like two-face*

Bruce: *letting go of the wheel to grab Dick’s bottom half for the same reason*

Tim: *high pitched screaming from the back* DICK! Tₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ! ₜₕₑ Wₕₑₑₗ!!!

Bruce: *struggling to pull his son in while the motorcade struggles to pull him out to sit on a bike thus leading to Dick hanging in limbo out the window of a car going 80mph on a freeway* GRAB THE WHEEL TIM

Tim: *sacrificing a few ribs on the edge of the front car seat* IM TRYING! I CANT REACH THE CRUISE CONTROL AND DONT LEAN BACK AND OH MY GOD SIGN POST! SIGN POST! THE POST! THE POSSSTTTTT!!!

Dick, Bruce, Tim, and motorcade: *furious screaming and shouting and panicking*

*2 hours later*

*Arriving at the manor*

Jason: damn what happened to you lot, you look like you went through hell and back.

Bruce and Tim: *drained, pale-faced, messy, sweating, and heaving*

Dick: *a curl of hair falling elegantly into his shining eyes* I just had the time of my life, Jay!

Jason who is well acquainted with Dick’s “Time of the life”s: ah. My condolences.

Tim: Never again. *flopping on the ground and cater-pilling his way up the stairs*

Damian: Father, this is such disgraceful attire! Fix yourself at once, mother would be embarrassed by such a visage! What in holy reincarnation have you been doing?!

Bruce: Never again, Dick.

Dick: it’s nothing Dami, they were just helping me.

Damian: Father, I am ashamed of you. Why must you devolve to such a state when you assist Grayson, he is perfectly capable of extraordinary feats without your input. I suggest you refrain from interfering with his success again.

Bruce:

Bruce: Damian, you-

Dick: Bruce. *smiling pleasantly*

Jason: *immediately sneaking off*

Bruce’s life momentarily flashing before his eyes: …..nothing. Go finish your homework. *trudging off to whine to Alfred about how no one’s gonna believe him*

Dick: *sincerely* what a great day! 😊

[lixzey]

Hi again babe😊 So I thought of a request, it’s kinda long so I don’t mind if you want to put it off or something but here I go anyway.

Timmy is older than reader by quite a few years (no minors ofc💀) but they’re dating and Timmy starts to feel like he’s manipulating reader because of the age gap so he breaks up with her and is kinda mean to her. Reader is really sad cause she did love him and kinda throws herself at him. then one day she overhears him having sex with another girl and starts crying and he catches her and basically admits how he really felt bad. And then maybe makeup smut and fluff. 👍bye, happy Sunday💕

A/N: Changed it a bit, i hope it's alright! So far, this is the longest out of anything I've ever written. My first attempt at smut! This took me almost five hours to write 😭

wc: 3.4k

Info: angst, age gap, unprotected sex, oral male receiving, masturbation, read with caution

More Than Words.

Y/N loved Timothée more than anything in the world. Timothée was ten years older than her, but it didn't matter to her. The two were paired in a movie and sparks flew almost instantly. At first, Timothée was hesitant to pursue her, being older than her and all. But Y/N proved that age wasn't an issue between them, since they were both consenting adults, nothing was wrong with what they had. But being in his late thirties made him feel like he was using her. Timothée felt like he was manipulating her into being in a relationship with him. Y/N was all that he could ever want, but in the back of his mind, it felt too good to be true.

“Y/N, I don't want to do this anymore.” Timothée blurted out. He had taken Y/N to dinner at a fancy restaurant where there were a lot of people dining. 

Y/N stared at him, “What do you mean, love?”

“I want to break up, I want to end this.” Timothée said flatly, though it was more like he was trying to be intimidating—which he knew wouldn't work with her. 

Y/N was glaring at him, her (y/e/c) eyes were darkening at the sight of him, which made him feel genuinely scared of the younger woman in front of him.

“You took me out to a fancy place,” she said, looking around. “A very public place. Where I'm not allowed to scream at you without looking like a crazy bitch.” 

Timothée winced and looked down, reaching for the glass of red wine that was in front of him and drinking all of it in one go.

“You're smart, for taking me to a crowded place.” Y/N continued, her voice low, “I applaud you for that.”

“Y/N I—"

“I'm not stupid, Timothée,”Y/N snapped at him. “I know what you're doing, you fucker.”

“You're very young, younger than me . . . and . . .”

Y/N's eyes flashed dangerously, and Timothée knew immediately that he had said the wrong thing. 

“I'm going fucking punch your pretty face if you finish that motherfucking sentence.” Y/N growled. He believed her. Y/N L/N wasn't one to threaten a person, but when she did, she would absolutely hurt you. Timothée swallowed hard at the sight of the furious woman in front of him, who looked extremely sexy and made him want to kiss her hard and run his fingers in her long hair. 

Timothée did his best to look intimidating again, but he knew that it was pointless because this woman—who he dated for a year—knew him better than anyone else.  “Y/N, I don't want-” 

“You don't get to break up with me, Timothée Hal Chalamet.” Y/n shook her head defiantly. “You're not too old for me, you fucking shit! How many times have I told you-”

“I'm trying to do the right thing.” 

“Fuck that right thing bullshit, Timothée! We've been dating for almost a year and I've told you countless times, I don't care that you're older than me! I love you for you, not because of your age.” 

Timothée looked around, thankful that no one was paying them any attention. Still, a public display wasn't something that would do their careers good. Y/N being in love with her career, and living her dream. He wasn't going to let her throw her career away—her anger could be explosive, and that wasn't good if this conversation went south. He called the waiter and practically threw money at him, before grabbing Y/N's hand and pulling her out the establishment.

As soon as the two reached his car, he opened the door for the glaring woman. Timothée got in his car and drove back to Y/N's apartment. Once they arrived at her cozy apartment, Y/N had her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at him and waiting for him to explain. 

“I-uh-you're amazing, Y/N, really,” Timothée started, shifting slightly under her intense gaze, “But you deserve . . . you deserve—”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Someone younger? Someone more handsome? Someone who's not as thin as a stick?” 

“Yes! But hey! I am not as thin as a stick, thank you very much!” 

“I don't fucking care, Tim! I want you. I love you. Only you. Please don't do this.” 

“You deserve-”

Y/N closed the space between them and cupped his face, “I don't care what I deserve! I chose you, I made my goddamn choice to be with you, to be yours!” 

“No. No. You shouldn't have picked me, I don't deserve you. You're young, beautiful, and incredibly sexy which makes this so much harder.” Timothée insisted, gently removing her soft hands away from his face. He wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall and fuck her senseless, but he didn't want to use her. This was already hard enough. Saying no to her took everything, and it was killing him to push her away. “You just don't know any better because we jumped right into this too fast, I manipulated you into this.” 

“What? You didn't fucking manipulate me Tim-”

“Yes, I did!” Timothée yelled, running his hands into his hair, “I manipulated you into being in a relationship with me! You didn't know any better!”

“Are you calling me stupid, Timothée Hal!?” Y/N snapped, “I chose to be with you-” 

“Maybe you are stupid! Stupid enough to fall for my bullshit!” 

“Timothée-” 

“You shouldn't have chosen me, hell,  we shouldn't have been together in the first place!” Timothée yelled, “I'm fucking thirty-eight, Y/N I'm two years closer to forty! And you're twenty fucking eight! Ten motherfuckimg years younger than me!”

“Tim, are you even hearing yourself!?” Y/N yelled back, poking his chest,  “You're fucking drowning in your insecurities!” 

Timothée looked straight into the eyes of the beautiful woman in front of him, “I just want you to be with someone who's better than me.” Timothée mumbled softly, nearly whispering as he looked down at his feet. He winced when she placed her hands on either side of his face. 

Y/N scoffed loudly. “Oh, please. You keep on thinking that you're not worthy, but you are. You are fucking worth it, worth all of the fucking things in this world.” She titled his head using her finger, making him face him. “I love you, Tim. I love you more than anything in this world. You aren't just some older guy,” Timothée winced when she said older guy, but she just chuckled, “You're mine.”

Timothée gazed into her eyes, seeing the soft look of love in them which made it much more difficult to leave her.

“You don't deserve an old man like me.” Timothée mumbled, averting his gaze away from her. 

Y/N stepped back, before sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose, “So you think just because you're older, I don't deserve you? You're going to just toss me to the side? Make it better for the both of us?” 

“Was hoping to.” Timothée mumbled. 

Y/N glared at him again. He was really pushing her buttons. She didn't give a damn that he was older, yet here he was, making a big deal of it like an idiot.

“You're a fucking idiot.” 

“I know, I'm an idiot for forcing you to be with me.” 

“If you say that you forced me, manipulated me, one more time, I swear to God I'm going to fucking break your jaw.” Y/N snapped, throwing him a threatening glare. Timothée fell silent, staring at her as the silence painfully wrapped them both. He was waiting for her to cry and hurt him, throw things at him, call him an asshole and slap him across the face, or literally anything. He was waiting for her to kick him out for breaking her heart or tell him she didn't even love him—even if it was a lie—anything. But she stood there, glossy eyed and fighting back tears. 

“Y/N, I-” 

“No. You're stuck with me, Timothée. I'm not going anywhere.”

Timothée sighed, this woman was going to be the death of him. She was absolutely stubborn, and could be a pain in the ass if she wanted to. “Y/N, you're being stubborn, love.” 

“Did I fucking stutter?” Y/N hissed, “I'm not going anywhere.” She enunciated each word as if he was a little kid or as if he was stupid. Maybe he was stupid. 

Timothée groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Y/N, please don't make this any more harder—”

“No.” Y/N outright refused. “Haven't you met me? I'm not letting you go just because you're insecure. I'm stubborn? Hell yes, I fucking am.”

Timothée mentally kicked himself. He should have expected it when she refused to let him break up with her, he knew she wouldn't go down without a fight, and nothing will be easy with this stubborn woman—his stubborn woman. Timothée shut his eyes tightly; just looking at her, fighting for him, was painful. “Y/N,you don't know . . . you don't know what you're saying.”

Suddenly, Y/N crashed her lips into his, taking him off-guard. Timothée shut his eyes tight as he felt his knees buckle at the touch of her lips. Her fingers weaved through his curls, making him moan. Before he had the chance to think, he had his fingers buried in her long hair as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, taking dominance. She tasted like heaven and sin, he was addicted. 

Y/N moaned, the sound of her moans made him crazy, making his already throbbing cock painfully twitch inside of his jeans. It was usually him taking dominance, and she loved it. But now, it was Y/N taking charge as she shoved him against the door, and he loved it. His hands went down to her ass, taking in handfuls of it. How he wanted to rip the dress off her and just devour her. Her lips felt like drugs, pulling him in deep every time. And then he finally realized what his intentions really were. He practically threw her off of him, feeling guilty when she yelped because she fell onto the floor.

“I'm sorry. I . . . I have to go,” Timothée said in a panic and ran out of her apartment, with Y/N trailing behind him. 

“Tim! Please, don't leave me….” Y/N called out to him from the doorway, tears in her eyes. He turned back and watched the tears stream down her cheeks. Timothée felt his heart break, he was being an dick to the woman he loved. Even if it was cowardice, he turned his back on her and walked away. 

Y/N felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. The man she loved, the man she wanted to grow old with, left and broke her heart. She wanted to scream and shout, she wanted to trash her apartment in rage and heartbreak. How was she supposed to live without him? Her other half? Y/N fell onto her knees and cried her heart out. 

An hour later she tried calling him, but he wasn't answering. She tried leaving voice messages, begging him to think about it and come back to her. She cursed him, yelled, cried, for hours until her body gave out and finally passed out.

A week later, Y/N was still crying her heart out. She was still leaving Timothée messages, still begging him to come back. But still, he wasn't answering. Her friends were getting worried, leaving her texts and calls as well, but she didn't answer any of her friends' calls and texts. 

Meanwhile, Timothée was drinking his guilt away. He kept on repeating each and every one of Y/N's voice messages. Hearing her cry and begging for him to come back made his insides twist, but he just wished that she'd forget about him and move on. But there was a part of him that hated himself for breaking her heart and wanted nothing more than to rush back to her place and kiss her, hug her, apologize for being such a dick. He would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't want to be with her. He wanted to marry her, have a family with her. But his insecurities got the best of  him. The past year of being in a relationship with her was the best year of his life. He missed her terribly, but he fucked it all up. 

Timothée sighed, before lowering his boxers. He stroked his throbbing length as he moaned her name. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N, oh baby.” he moaned as he moved his hand up and down his cock, quickening his pace as he relived the memory of fucking her against the balcony of his home. Her body, he wanted to worship her again. Timothée wanted to suck on her breasts as he traced every curve of her perfect body. He thrust his cock in his hand, grunting when he wasn't satisfied. Timothée wanted to drive back to Y/N's place so bad, he wanted her tight pussy to clench around his cock and fuck ber until she was screaming his name and came around him. He would just have to settle for his hands for the time being then. He got his phone from his nightstand and opened his gallery. He clicked open his private album of photos of her that he had taken while and after they had sex. He settled on one where her breasts and face were covered in his cum. 

“Oh, Y/N, fuck!” he moaned as he came, the sticky substance covering his hands. 

Another week later, he couldn't take it anymore. He missed her badly. He missed her smiles, her laugh, her sass, her care, her love, he missed her. Not having her body, not hearing her moans, not having her pussy clench against his cock, made him crazy. Timothée buried his face in his pillow, two weeks without her was absolutely killing him. But his pride was making it harder than it already was.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. He got up, silently cursing whoever was knocking on his door at this hour. It was fucking midnight, and he wasnt't expecting anyone. He opened the door and his breath caught in his throat. 

“Hi.” Y/N's soft voice echoed in his ears. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was a mess. She was wearing sweatpants and a shirt two sizes larger. “Can I come in? Or should…..should I just go?”

“Uh, yeah. Come in.” Timothée opened the door wider and stepped aside to make way. “How…how are you?” he asked, scratching the back of his head. 

“Shitty. Absolutely shitty.” Y/N muttered as she made her way to his living room. “You?” 

Timothée stiffened, should he admit that he missed her so bad and was an absolute dickhead for everything? He stared at her, she looked miserable. She looked thinner since two weeks ago, her eyes were dull and practically lifeless. Timothée felt his heart break even more, the woman he loved was miserable because of him. 

“It's bullshit.” 

Y/N smirked at him, “Easier, huh?” 

Timothée chuckled nervously, “Nope, it isn't.” The two of them locked eyes, and before they knew it, they were kissing each other with the passion that burned inside of them. His fingers ran through her hair as his tongue entered her mouth, savoring the addicting taste of her. Y/N pulled away, which made him whine at the feeling.  

“What are we, Tim? I can't do this if you won't give me a proper answer.” Y/N whispered, her gaze slowly going down. 

Timothée tilted her head up, “I'm sorry for being an idiot.” 

“You're my idiot.” Y/N chuckled softly, “Are we okay again?” she asked hesitantly. Instead of answering her, he crushed his lips against hers. “Mine.” he moaned into the kiss. 

“Yours, forever yours.” 

Timothée picked her up, lips still locked together, her legs wrapping around his waist. He brought her up to his room and placed her gently on the bed. 

“I love you, I love you so fucking much, Y/N.” 

“I love you, Timmy. More than anything.” Timothée took off his shirt before pressing his lips back on hers, parting her lips with his tongue. He sucked on her tongue, savoring the sweet taste of her. Y/N bit on his lower lip, that made him moan into the miss. His hands trailed over her body while she pulled on his hair, whimpering at his touch. 

Timothée pulled away, tugging on her shirt, taking it off of her. He unclasped her lacy red bra with ease, taking off the offending fabric off of her chest.

“I missed these.” Y/N moaned as Timothée sucked on one of her breasts while her hands made their way to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down along with his boxers. His cock was hard and throbbing as it sprung free.

“I still get surprised with how big you are.” Y/N chuckled, kitten licking the tip of his cock.

“Don't tease, princess.” Timothée whined. Y/N licked the tip one last time before bobbing up and down, taking his length in her mouth. 

“Merde! Princess, fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward making Y/N gag, drool dripping from the side of her mouth. She cupped his balls, sucking him harder and faster. 

“Oh, fuck, I-I'm g-gonna cum!” Timothée moaned as he released in her mouth. Y/N sucked hard, making sure to take every last drop of his cum. 

“Good girl. Now, on your back, princess.” he demanded, his voice husky. He slid her sweatpants down, taking her panties along with it. He slipped two fingers inside of her, making her whimper. He watched her as he moved his fingers in and out her, grinning when she gasped when he rubbed his thumb over her clit. “You like that, don't you, princess?” he whispered in her ear. “So wet for me, eager for my cock, aren't you?” 

“Yes, oh, f-fuck! Right there!” When he felt her walls beginning to clench around his fingers, he smirked and removed them, making her whine at the empty feeling. “Please, Tim, d-don't tease!” 

“What do you want, princess? You want my cock, huh, princess? Beg for it.” Timothée whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. 

“Please, Timmy, I want you, I need you! Fill me up with your cum until my knees give out!” Y/N begged, rubbing her thighs together to temporarily ease her desire. 

Timothée lined his cock up to her entrance, pushing in slow and deep, making her hiss. “So tight, fuck.” he groaned as thrust in and out of her at a slow pace, letting her adjust. He savored the feeling of being inside of her, her walls delectably suffocating his cock. He briefly pulled out of her only to thrust back in hard and deep, Y/N moaned loudly. “Fuck, harder! Please!” 

Timothée growled loudly and withdrew again, plunging back into her and hard and deep. “Mine,” he said in a gasping breath as he quickened his pace, Y/N's arms wrapping around him, her nails digging on his skin. Timothée gripped her hips, thrusting in and out rhythmically.

 “All yours, forever yours, only yours.” Y/N moaned. Timothée panted against her skin, growling and sucking at breasts. 

“I'm g-gonna cum!” Y/N whimpered, her nails digging deeper into his skin. 

“Cum for me, princess. Come around my cock. Gonna cum too, fuck!” 

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cried out, her arms and legs wrapping around him and gripping him tightly as she came hard around him. Timothée grunted as he spilled inside of her, “Fuck, I love you.” he whispered in her ear as he collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck up to her lips.

“I love you more.” Y/N chuckled tiredly. Timothée flipped her over so she was laying on top of him. He kissed the top of her head as she snuggled on his chest.

He missed her so much, and Timothée vowed never to let go of his woman ever again. 

“I love you, more than words can ever describe.”

@helens3amstuff @lovemelikecrazyiloveyoucrazy @gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @bobthe-turmpetman29

[bleghbleghladydeath]

BRIAN AND TIM

No particular AU. TW: Mentions of sex, drugs and murder. Cussing, murder, killing a cop, abuse.

Tim sighed as he drove down the road. It's been so long since 2014, since Alex died. Since Tim woke up to Brian over him, looking different. Brian is hanging out the window, shooting at a farmer who ran them out his barn with a shotgun. Brian cackled as he got the farmer in his skull.  "WOOOO!!" Brian cackled, punching Tim in the arm a little too hard. "Did you see the way his brains flew everywhere!?" Tim winced, swatting at Brian's pale hand. He doesn't like to look Brian, doesn't like to see those red eyes staring into him, he misses Brian's hazel eyes. He pressed hard on the gas while Brian lit up a cigarette, bringing it up to his bloody lips, wiping his constantly bleeding nose. "Okay! So, let's get McDonny's and then go get fucked up on weed in the back of the truck!" Brian said, stretching. "No, you do not have a choice!" Tim sighed. "Okay…" he grumbled. Brian smirked. "You have any other ideas?" Brian asked. Tim opened his mouth but closed it, sighing. Yeah, he does, a lot of ideas but he can't say a single one, but he's switching between running Brian over and fucking him in the back seat. "No.." Tim growled. Brian nodded. "Good boy." he snickered, clapping Tim on the back. 

Tim shrugged Brian off, sighing. He wishes he was twelve, running around Rosswood right now, being happy and free and with the trees. He snorted humorlessly at the thought, yeah, free, as free as one can be with The Operator breathing down their neck. He sighed as Brian offered him a cigarette. "You know I'm trying to quit.." Tim muttered. Brian grinned, messing with the cigarette softly, he ran his finger through his long, brown, matted hair. "Quit? Since when?" Brian asked. Tim growled, tightening his grip on the wheel. "Since last week…" Tim snapped. Brian laughed, throwing his head back, his bright red eyes filled with amusement. "Oh, Tim, you don't quit. You've been smoking since you were fourteen." Brian said, tracing Tim's jaw with the cig. Tim gritted his teeth, God it smells so fucking good. He swatted Brian's hand away. "Stop." He snapped. Brian shrugged, waving his lit cigarette under Tim's nose. Tim bit on his lip so hard he tasted copper, gripping the wheel tighter. He suddenly swerved the car to the right, causing Brian to yelp, sliding to the side. "Put your damn seatbelt on." Tim snarled. Brian barked out a laugh. "Aww! Timmy! You are sooo mean!" Brian said in mock hurt.  Tim struggled not to back hand Brian. God, he wishes Brian stayed dead on the floor of Benedict Hall. "Just…stop waving the damn cig under my nose." Tim snarled. Brian shrugged, blowing smoke in Tim's face. Tim fanned it away, staring at the road. "I hate you." Tim snapped. Brian grinned, dumb fucking grin. 'I should knock his teeth down his throat.' Tim thought. "Oh, baby, you love me~." Brian said, snickering. Tim is silent for a moment, gripping the wheel tighter. "…I do…" He muttered. Brian pressed a kiss to Tim's jaw, glaring at Tim. "Say it." he whispered. Tim sighed, staring at the road. "…I love you." He said under his breath. Brian snorted, patting Tim on the face. "Louder." he commanded. Tim inhaled deep through his nose, gritting his teeth. "I love you." he said, clearly. Brian nodded. "And no one else." Brian said, leaning back. "Now take a damn cig before you blow a blood vessel."

Tim took the cigarette, letting Brian light it for him. God damn, he wishes Brian stayed dead but the thrill he gets from him always make him take that thought back. Made him second guess everything he thinks. Maybe he's the crazy one, maybe Brian really does love him and wants to keep him safe. Tim always reminds himself though. He put his cigarette out on his wrist, chucking it out the window, speeding up a little, hands tensing around the wheel as red and blue lights started to flash behind him. Brian cackle, cocking his gun, sticking out his blood-stained tongue to lick the barrel of the gun suggestively, glancing at Tim. "If you keep driving nice and fast, we might have a little game with our McDonalds and weed." Brian purred before shooting a cop on a motorcycle. Tim's face flushed and he quickly looked away. "..Damn…." he muttered. "….Why was that hot…."  Brian cackled, hanging out the window, he growled as he got shot directly in the face. He got back in the car, checking the wound before rolling his eyes and hanging back out the car. Tim glanced over nervously. He really wishes Brian stayed dead. Brian glanced at Tim. "Peddle to the metal, Masky." Brian growled. Tim's vision blurred; there it goes. He sighs, letting Masky take control.

When Tim comes back to his body, he is naked, in a random fucking warehouse, under a blanket and Brian is smoking weed, his face healed, not even a scar where he got shot, scrolling on a stolen phone next to him. Tim stares, taking in Brian's lean form, the light sign of scoliosis in Brian's back, the pale, dead look of his skin, the veins visible in his neck…the sweat trailing down his shoulder… "Mornin' sunshine." Brian says snickering. Tim stares before lying back down, staring at the warehouse ceiling. "…Where are we?" Tim rasped, suddenly realizing his throat felt raw, Jesus Christ, how hard did Brian throat fuck poor Masky!? Brian stretches, his blanket falling a bit to show his stomach. "Uuuh…I think somewhere in North Carolina." Brian says shrugging. Tim nodded, curling up into a ball under the worn blanket. "Kay.." Tim grunted. Brian grinned. "So, Tim, you ready for that round two I was saving for Masky?" Brian asked. Tim glared at the floor. "Not really." he grumbled.

[kteezy997]

The Other Man- Part Four// t.c.

Warnings: arguing (not with Timmy), cursing, kissing, Timmy calling reader "dummy"

"Can you believe that fucking guy?" Billy said aloud. "Crossing me like that, in my house. Fuck 'im."

"Well, he was right." you said under your breath, going upstairs.

"What was that?" he snapped at you.

"You're drunk, Billy. Just shut up."

"No, no, you agree with that little punk?"

You turned around to face your husband. "Of course I do! You have no respect for me anymore Billy."

"Are you fucking Timmy or something, y/n?!"

You were shocked that he even thought that, that he even questioned it. Even though it was true. "What?! How is that even relevant to what we're talking about? This isn't about Timmy."

"But are you fucking him?!" Billy was shouting now.

You were getting to the point where you totally disliked this man you were married to, and you could barely stand the sight of him. You wanted to be with Timmy, it was true, but you wanted to be away from Billy just as much.

"I want a divorce! I want you out of my fucking house, Billy! I don't love you anymore."

........

When Billy moved out, you were glad to be rid of him, and to be a separated woman. But you missed Timmy terribly. It had been two days without any contact from him. You wanted him to have space. But you didn't want your relationship to end, especially when you didn't do anything wrong, not to Timmy anyway.

You grew more miserable by each hour that went by without a word from him. You knew he had Amelia, but you truly thought he cared for you too. You hoped he wasn't ghosting you. At the very least, you wanted closure. But if you were being totally honest, you just wanted Timmy. All for yourself.

…….

Amelia loved Timothée Chalamet. Sure, the relationship between them was under contract, but by faking kisses, going on getaways, and attending fashion shows together, she fell in love over time. Timmy had a sense of humor and charm that could make anyone fall in love with him. They'd known each other for a while now and though they weren't romantic for real, they understood and respected each other.

Secretly, Amelia wanted to be with him, and not in a fake way. But she knew her feelings were unrequited. She could sense that Timmy cared for her and enjoyed her company at times, but she knew that she wasn't a priority in his life. She was more of an obligation that anything, that she knew.

It made her sad, but he had unknowingly cushioned the blow by giving her some of the most sensual and sexy nights of her life. They had a sort of friends with benefits situation going on. It didn't happen often. It was basically when Timmy wasn't in a real relationship, and he was lonely, or bored. But she didn't care if they were just booty calls, because it felt good to just be wanted by him. Even if it wasn't really real. Timmy was the only man she loved.

Lately though, Timmy had been even more distant than usual. They had become confidants in one another, and friends even. Now, he didn't ever talk to her. She invited him to dinner at her place, but he acted like he'd much rather be somewhere else. He'd said something about 'game night' at Billy and y/n's house, but he hadn't ever been so antsy to go to a game night before. It made her wonder what else was on his mind.

........

You couldn't believe it when you saw Timmy's name flashing on your phone screen. "I'm sorry," you told your coworkers, "it's important, I have to take this." To you, it was important enough to skip out on work to talk to him.

"Timmy?" you answered, your heart racing.

"Hey Peaches." he responded, cheerily.

You felt a sense of relief hearing him still using the nickname he'd given you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about what happened.”

“Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry I haven’t called for a couple of days. I should have checked on you sooner. I didn’t mean anything by it, just got a lot of shit on my mind, ya know?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I miss you, Timmy. Can I see you?” you asked.

“Yes. I miss you so much, I need to see you as soon as possible. The minute you get off work, I’ll pick you up. We’ll go somewhere.” his voice was so soft and endearing, like you were being cuddled and warmed up by each syllable.

"Okay. You promise? There's so much I want to say to you." You needed further assurance, probably because he'd been gone from you for what felt like such a long time. You didn't want to be without him again.

"Yes, of course I promise. You have my word, y/n. And my heart. You should know that."

You melted from the inside, "Oh, Timmy." you cooed, "I'll see you soon."

...........

You practically ran out of the office at quitting time. And there he was, sitting in his car waiting for you. "Timmy!" you called to him.

He snapped his gaze over to you upon hearing your voice, and he got out of the car. He immediately took you into his arms, squeezing you tightly. "God, feels like forever." he groaned, resting his head on yours.

"I know. I'm so happy to see you." You said, loosening your hold on him to look in his eyes. "It's over with Billy. I kicked him out of the house and we're getting a divorce."

He nodded, "That's good! He's turned into such an asshole. He doesn't deserve you." He touched his nose to yours so sweetly, pulling you more snuggly against him.

"I know, it's been a long time coming. Even before...us. I should have kicked him out ages ago."

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, eyes lingering down to your lips just for a second before they returned to your eyes.

"Yes." you replied, closing your eyes as he leaned down, touching his lips to yours softly.

He pressed his lips against yours but kept the kiss chaste as you were standing on a public street, while it was still daylight. "I love your lips. They're my favorite thing. I could do this all day long." he smirked, kissing you again.

"Timmy." you gasped softly as he moved down, his lips traveling from your cheek to your neck. "Let's get out of here, okay?"

Timmy stopped kissing, "Yeah." He took you by the hand, leading you around the car and opening the door for you. "Do you want to get some dinner?" he asked you as he got into the driver seat.

"Yeah, that sounds great."

It was so lovely. He took you to a ritzy place that you couldn't afford. He spoiled you rotten. The meal had several courses and he insisted that you try a desert.

You talked about everything and nothing, and it felt so comfortable, so natural. This was the type of thing you were missing. You and Billy didn't spend quality time together. Billy didn't care to do that. But Timmy did. Timmy was enjoying your time together, indulging you in gourmet food and sweet conversation. Timmy held your hand across the table, and you played footsy underneath it.

It felt like you two were just a normal couple. As if one of you wasn't on the brink of divorce and the other didn't have a girlfriend.

It was dark when you left the restaurant. Timmy put his arm around you as you walked to his car. The streetlamps produced a yellow-orange hue that made his curls look fuzzy when it shined on them. The lighting also defined his high cheekbones in shadows, basically putting a spotlight on his perfect porcelain skin that was sprinkled with freckles.

You were in awe of this man that was so beautiful, inside and out. It saddened you to share him. You knew Amelia, not well, but she seemed like a nice person. As much as you hated yourself for it, you wished there was a way to make her disappear from his life completely.

Timmy kept one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on your thigh. "I love this, y/n."

"The feeling of my trousers?" you joked, giggling.

He smiled and chuckled, "No, dummy, just...being with you."

"Me too. I wish it could always be like this."

"Maybe one day, we can have it." he said, taking your hand.

"Is this about Amelia? You never say anything about her."

"y/n, it's just...it's more complicated than you know." he said, sighing.

"Then tell me. You said you had stuff on your mind. You can trust me Timmy." you leaned over tucking your arm underneath his affectionately, and kissing him on the cheek.

"I know, and I do trust you. I'll just tell you: Amelia and I- our relationship isn't real. It's under contract for public promotion."

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator

[dairy-farmer]

(Dicktim, breathplay) How about.... training Timmy to hold his breath by holding him underwater in a pool. But really it's Dick with his head and shoulders above water holding Tim under while fucking into him, only letting him up for a brief gasp of air when he's wasted all his oxygen moaning.

Or pushing them both to the bottom of the pool, fucking and keeping him there until Dick cums inside....

idk, could just be an excuse for them to do cnc breathplay (though huge potential for undernegotiated kink/boundary violation)

👀👀👀👀👀 no because dick being put in charge of bath duty for tim when he's injured, essentially making sure tim doesn't slip and hit his head from being too exhausted or making sure he doesn't fall asleep in the tub and drown.

tim just looks so sweetly helpless while nursing an injury even though he insists to dick he doesn't need to be there. but tim's protests seem to stem more from him being embarrassed about dick seeing him naked. tim is initially determined to not let dick into the bathroom, attempting to speed ahead and close the door behind him, but with a broken leg its more of a...hobble. so dick is forced to negotiate. if tim really is so embarrassed about being naked in front of him then why doesn't dick just undress with him. would that make him feel better?

tim hesitates but doesn't protest when dick starts pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. dick doesn't really have much to be self conscious about. he personally thinks his ears stick out in a weird way and he doesn't like that his thumb in his left hand is a half inch shorter than the one on his right, but overall dick is pretty sure he's a nice looking person while naked.

tim is more shaky undressing, his body shivering like a chihuahua. he knows tim's nervous with dick's eyes on him and so saying any words of comfort won't help but...dick still can't help but let out of soft coo of affection as tim rolls up his little cotton training bra.

tim is just too cute. he has little buttons for tits. little baby mounds that look so soft and sweet with pink little nipples. that's not even mentioning the pretty little pussy he has when he hops out of his shorts. dick has tim sit on the rim of the bathtub while dick wraps and tapes his leg and arm cast in plastic. which means dick gets an up close view of the cutest puffiest little pussy he's every seen. tim's flash of pink insides wink at dick from behind two soft looking cunt lips that dick desperately wants to feel and stroke his hands against. but tim is still so nervous that dick reaching forward and pinching tim's little baby cunt might make him explode.

bath time with tim is easy, fun even. dick uses a little porcelain bowl to dip into the water and pour over tim's head so he can rinse out the soap in it. he feels like a mother washing her baby as he uses a wash cloth to wipe and scrub little circles along tim's body. dick's hands might...linger around his tits and he might take his time with tim's cute baby making parts.

at first dick just plays with tim a little, squeezing his baby tits, fondling his sides, eventually sinking a finger or two into tim's warm little hole. tim whines initially, attempting resistance or to seem non compliant by saying about how his head hurts or some limb hurts even though dick can feel tim's heated eyes on him every time he undresses and that he can feel how tim's baby cunt is already sticky and wet when he presses in. teenagers. they always want to act like sex isn't something they're guilty of thinking of 24/7. but dick plays along. he whispers little assurances and promises to tim that it will feel good, that he'll like it and he just has to trust his big brother. and tim will blush all down to his tits and look reluctant before nodding and letting his eyes close while dick fucks two hard fingers into his baby cunt until it's red, twitching, and throbbing under the water.

tim makes little mewls as he cums, his cunt going tight around dick's fingers before settling down and not saying anything when dick fondles the rest of him.

eventually dick grows braver, climbing into the tub with tim. he tells tim it's so he can better wash his hair and dick is already naked anyway so why not just take the bath together? tim says nothing about dick standing up and his cock already being aroused.

once in the tub dick lets his cock bob in the water as he adjusts his limbs to fit together with tim's as they sit across from each other. tim's face is red and it's more than just the temperature of the water. his sweet eyes keep going back and forth between dick's face and his cock. making tim give him a hand job with his unbroken hand is easy all he does is wrap a hand around tim's thin wrist and guide it to his cock. he gives a few rolls of his hips until tim gets the idea and starts stroking him. from there the next time dick goes a little further, tugging tim into his lap and watching his cockhead mash against tim's tiny pussy underwater. he loves the sight of the lips stretching around him as he presses the head inside tim's trembling insides. tim makes little gasping and grunting noises from the effort and dick worries about alfred or bruce hearing him so he starts spinning some tale about training, about tim learning to hold his breath. tim loves new training lessons and takes to this like a duck to water.

dick is able to fuck tim all he likes while pinning him underwater, a single hand on tim's sternum is enough to keep him under.

sometimes dick will squeeze and grope a tit while tim is going tight around him. it seems like oxygen deprivation and the struggle of trying to keep holding his breath makes tim's cunt like twice as tight and dick LOVES it. he fucks tim harder and rougher, biting his tongue and swallowing his moans and grunts and trying to minimize the sloshing water from tim struggling underwater. dick is careful, he makes sure not to keep tim under for too long but he does push tim's limits. tim keeps both hands cupped in front of his face. one pinching his nose and the other one that's wrapped in a cast sealing his mouth. his eyes stay closed and his brow furrows in concentration and stress as dick fucks him hard deep and fast, watching his cock sink all the way in, pelvis meeting with a chubby cunt before pulling out and sinking back in. little bubbles of air float to the surface as dick is intent and focused on trying to cum as fast as possible.

by the time tim's cast is removed a month later he can hold his breath for 8 whole minutes before he starts to flag. which is more than enough time for dick to pump him full of his load and keep his cock inside tim's slick, hot hole.

initially dick had been reluctant about being assigned bath duty. but it had been sort of his fault for not catching tim when he'd been blindfolded on the train. he'd apologized profusely when it happened, his heart nearly pumping out of his chest when a turn tim hadn't anticipated resulted in him rolling back and off the train, landing in a heap on the gravel beside the tracks. dick had been in front instead of behind tim so he hadn't been able to catch him.

tim had forgiven him for the train incident but bruce hadn't. he'd been furious walking into the emergency room just as the doctor was wrapping tim's limb, the x rays sitting in a folder on a nearby table. an apology wasn't enough according to bruce. if tim had landed a little closer to the tracks his arm or leg could have been completely cut off, they were lucky he'd remembered to duck and roll while he was in the air.

bruce had wanted dick to see what the consequences of his actions were and sentenced him to helping tim bathe until his casts came off.

dick was certain him getting his dick wet had not been part of bruce's plan when assigning punishment.

but dick figured that getting pussy out of the whole ordeal well worth it in his opinion.

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

Prompt: Bruce is out on a mission, but tim needs an adult for parent/teacher conference. No one is available except Jason.

FATHER OF THE YEAR.

━━━━━━━━ WHEN TIM originally gave out the idea of Jason filling in as Bruce as a father, it was because they couldn't find Bruce anywhere - typical. Jason said, as long as Bruce wasn't home before the conferences, Jason would go.

"You have to be kidding me." Jason grumbled, taking the tamer clothing out of his younger brothers' hands and dramatically stomping over to the bathroom and changing.

Dick couldn't go, he was training (never mess with Dick when he's training). Damian couldn't go because... well... he's a child. Jason was the only option, but Tim grinned and shook his head whenever Jason asked if Tim asked Alfred.

Jason, wearing a plain pair of jeans, a plain knit sweater, and found a clean pair of Nike Air Force 1s sitting outside the bathroom door. He looked basic but could pass as someone nicer than he looked when he wore all his tactical and especially hand-crafted denim and leather outfit.

Jason faced Tim once more, glaring at his younger brother.

"You fucking owe me, you asshole." Jason snarled - he could've been nicer, but how would you have liked to fill in as a father and be forced to wear the most basic articles of clothing ever? Tim grinned as he snapped a few photos on his phone, dodging Jasons harsh swings towards the diligent boy.

Tim safely shoved his phone into his pocket, mediating the ongoing duel between him and his older brother, before the two settled on taking Dick's fancy Porsche to the conferences. Dick hated when people touched his car, but that's what made it all worth it.

On the way, Tim attempted to overtake the aux, but a recent incident sent Jason scrambling to shove away the teenager from the empty cord.

"You're still not over that? That was weeks ago!" Tim's face flushed red, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. Jason sent Tim a glare, which almost effectively shut him up.

"Not enough weeks ago, Timmy. You don't get aux privileges for a while, little bro." Jason teased, subsequently shutting Tim up until they reached Gotham prep.

At the nostalgic school, Jason knew they wouldn't know him and know he wasn't actually Tim's father, but that didn't mean Jason wasn't nervous. At Tims school, one conference a year was mandatory, and usually Bruce freed up the time to go at Tims other schools, but this year was clearly different.

"Ah! Mr. Tim Wayne. You must be his father, Mr. Wayne." The teacher was new and didn't know that Jason was far from his father. Tim let the lie slip easily from his lips, and the two found themselves sitting across from Tims AP World History teacher.

It was awkward before the teacher began discussing Tims grades, and Jason grinned as he listened. He could publicly shame his brother while he posed as the teenager's father. Jason, feeling a power trip overtake him, grinned as he turned to Tim, his face flashing into a mock look of concern.

"Timmy, you should be focusing on his grades. Should the teacher be ensuring harder homework?" Jason turned to the teacher with a fake look plastered across his face. Tim turned to a look of slight anger and slight surprise - he couldn't be seriously doing this, right? "Are you not being pushed hard enough, Tim?" Jason grinned wickedly while staring at his brother.

This was payback for today; Jason was getting Tim back for what he'd done, making him pretend for the day. Tim was furious after they organized more and more difficult work for Tim, the two walking out of the room wishing the teacher a farewell.

"You're such a dick, Jason." Tim snarled, shoving the older boy softly.

"You did this to yourself, little bro." Jason grinned triumphantly, sauntering into his math teacher's room. Greeting the old man that taught Tim (and probably 37 generations prior), the conversation didn't open the allowance for any possible bargain of more homework, but after learning what he did, Jason was still on cloud 9 with all this information.

Tim was on the 9th level of Hell, in his eyes. This had been a disaster, inviting Jason to be a responsible adult landed him with almost all classes promising to be harsher on Tim and give him harder work.

To say the teenager was pissed off, was the farthest from the truth. Tim was beyond any grasp of pure anger floating over him. He went on to ignore Jason, but couldn't anymore when Jason took him out for ice cream.

"I'm never asking you to do that again." Tim frowned, eating away at his ice cream cone. The sweet vanilla flavor filled up his airway, making him eat more and more.

"We both learned our lesson today, didn't we?" Jason relished in todays events, leaning his head back as he grinned. Tim had a look of confusion as his head swiveled to stare at his older brother.

"Both of us?" Tim opened the floor for explanation, waiting for a response from his brother. Jason turned to Tim, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he kept letting bursts of laughter flow from his lips.

"You learned to never rely on me for conferences, and I learned how sweet vengeance is." Jason smirked, finishing his ice cream and beginning the drive back to their house.

BONUS!! :

━━━━━━━━ TIM WALKED PAST Damians room, but the boys voice stopped him in his tracks. "How was Todd at being an actual adult?" He didn't even look up from his phone as he asked the question.

Tim stopped in his tracks, facing the younger boy.

"Never count on Jason to be an adult, but at least he bought me ice cream." Tim grinned. He was tired, so as soon as he had made it back to his bedroom, he was knocked out on his bed in an instant.

And he was a damn good brother, was Tim's final thought, before sleep consumed his every thought, and he wouldn't ever bother to tell anyone he thought that about his own brother.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ CECIL JAMES - okay if the ending was a little rushed, dont blame me i swear im almost through with school and writing will be my focus

also, this is my first request and im so nervous to post this

and its almost 3 am on a school night yikes

SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES!!!

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[agape-warrior]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The plan is out of order. There is a dying nonbinary in your arms. Civilians are screaming in terror. Where had everything gone wrong?

Everything had been perfect at first. You had planned to die during one final battle against a supervillain, say goodbye to your friends in the same faked scene, then skip town with your pet Turtle, Timmy, to enjoy your relaxation for a while. You had saved up most of the money people always tried to shove at you for your selfless acts for a moment such as this. A retirement was due. Maybe you would get a part-time job at a small library and be able to smile at the kids that visited without lingering guilt. You hoped to finally find a partner (you didn't really care if it was platonic or romantic) after so many years of pushing people away. A hobby that didn't leave you covered in bruises and scars on the inside and out afterwards sounded good too. Many things were better than being a superhero.

This corrupt world where the rich tried to buy out anyone with talent had you sick. You were tired of people comparing you to dollars and cents. You were tired of trying so hard to not be a pawn. You were tired of causing pain with every act of kindness. You were tired of constantly battling against someone who hated this society just as much as you. You were tired of comforting kids when you most likely were the reason they cried.

You were tired.

But, the luck you never knew if you should believe in finally slammed you right in the face today. Everything was too perfect when the fight with The Fell, your nemesis, began. They had been harboring criminals again. Guns had gotten involved when you got involved. The "bad guys" had been apprehended, but you went for capturing The Fell in hopes that the fight would escalate to a scene that would make it believable that you died as a sacrifice instead of the selfish you knew yourself to be. You were not in any way a physical match for them.

The plan was going smoothly. Your nemesis had been surprised but seemed to be much too eager to fight as well. The city was now in uproar due to both destructive powers striking each other in the sky. Their lighting lit up the cloudy skies to match your matter manipulation. The dramatic effect was not lost to either of you. You ignored the warnings in your head when you noticed Fell was fighting with less than half of their actual effort; and you ignored the louder warnings when they seemed to be making the display as showy as possible rather than trying to escape. You should have known something was up when their contents of their signing was different than usual.

The fateful stroke, a blinding white-hot flash, their screams of pain – The Fell writhed in your arms as their life force poured out of them. Your powers exploded in what was supposed to be your ending and became theirs instead. You are clueless as to what to do. Panic sets in. The bounty on their head sentences them to death by any person who could get close. You declaring them as your nemesis all those years ago had been the only way you were able to protect them from the worse powered beings hunting them down. Calling another your nemesis was a well respected claim in the powered community. Even the ones without honor for the code of conduct never went out of their way to attack someone that already had "dibs" called on them.

As you fall from the sky with their blood covering both of you, you wonder how a supposedly dead hero could ask for assistance from anybody. The mercenaries you knew would leak your still alive status. Your fellow heroes expected you to do this job until you actually died. Villains were never to be trusted. Anti-heroes hate you for a good reason. The consequences of isolation within a friendly facade falls on you with more bricks than your castle of deceit needs. You can feel your composure crumble as well as your carefully crafted walls. This landing was going to hurt without being able to use the full extent of your powers. The tree line was approaching all too fast.

The Fell's screams of pain had turned to whimpers. Their grip on you was surprisingly strong. Tree branches and trunks alike snap off soon after you exit the lowest stratus clouds. Your eyes widen in surprise when they flip the two of you over, preparing to take the brunt of the impact. You open your mouth to speak and shut it once more. All you can do is attempt to shield them as you two form a crater in the mountain a few towns away from where you lived.

BOOM

The world turns black and everything is ringing. Flesh and bone mix with terrible sound. Pain. It rains for a short time. The smell makes you realize the "rain" was you two's blood falling at a slower rate than your bodies. Your eyes pry themselves open despite the coating. Your powers get to work on the shock and immobility immediately, recovering the most life-threatening parts of your injuries before working with the rest at an extremely slow rate.

A gaping hole in the clouds signifying where you came from passes over your head. You know your right leg has splintering fractions just from moving it slightly. An occasional groan sounds out underneath you. Your adrenaline kicks in. You know you should not manipulate your adrenal glands and other internal processes, but any long-term damage is of less importance at the moment.

Get up; get up; get up.

You wince, and your arms tremble under your body's weight.

"Fell, stay with me."

The worry in your voice is obvious to even you. You see clear drops fall on them through your blurred vision. When did you start crying?

Their shaky breaths are the only indicators that they are still alive. Blood dribbles down their chin.

You notice their right hand raising to communicate with you. Despite your skewed vision you try your best to concentrate. Their hands takes the shape of an A and rubs their chest.

"I'm sorry."

You can tell they meant what they signed deeply. Their expression says all you need to know about how they feel. Like they fucked up. You would know. You had to look at the same expression in the mirror everyday.

"Stop apologizing," a hiss of pain escapes you before you lower your voice, "It's my fault after all."

A scoffing sound escapes them. The scoffs turn into coughs. Their blood splatters against your torso, mixing with your own.

Your arm wraps around them as best as you can, pulling them up enough that they don't choke on their own blood. Despite the waves of darkness that threaten to flood your eyelids by force, you pull them and yourself into a sitting position.

"F-Fell," you wheeze from the effort, "I need your cooperation," each word is spoken with a tremble.

The Fell raises their fist and bends at the wrist a few times, signaling their compliance. You feel a broken smile tug at your lips. No more words are signed or spoken between the two of you as the struggle to drag yourselves out of the crater and into the woods is made. Every scrape and crack and grunt and cry make them flinch; you cannot imagine why.

By some miracle, both of you make it into the woods and under an alcove before collapsing.

"See you when we're both awake if we don't get caught before then?" you are too tired to express your humor through tone or expression.

In response, their hand creeps into yours and interlocks. They squeeze gently. The darkness you held at bay for longer than you should have consumes you.

~~~

Bonus POV:

I can't even pass out from exhaustion.

The Fell turns over fitfully and opts to stare at Hesing Taint's sleeping visage instead.

Did you plan the same as me, oh broken one?

Covered in blood and internal matter, Hesing still looks beautiful to Fell. What a man, to chose to protect one weaker than himself no matter the occasion. If Fell did not know better, they would think she loved them. Could they be described in that sense? Their dynamic was no completely foreign in their society, but to shield a "villain" constantly in such a way...

The midday passes to early evening. Lost in thoughts, Fell's body moves on it's own to sit up. Their ribs scrape with the effort, no doubt further displaced. Practiced hands move to set their hero's bones properly before he can rest up and begin healing in earnest. They lower themselves back down to hold the other's hand and stare as the sun sets. Knowing how bad it was, Hesing may sleep for several days.

I can wait. I just pray- they pause the thought, unsure of what exactly they want. The answer is not found as they drift off to a doze. But maybe, they will find the answer the longer they intertwine.

[andguesswhat]

There are days were the things in my head are shamelessly hopeful and therefore completely illusory.

But “I must dare to dream”, right?

Venice 25

He thought about Armie’s comment when they stood ready to go in front of the mirror.

*

He got out of the car and the crowd screamed.

He was in Venice. Venice Film Festival, September 2025, premiere of Dune 3. The last act.

He loved being in Venice.

Again he wore a handmade outfit by Haider.

A kind of homage to his red sequined outfit from 3 years ago, again a neck-holder, again backless, but this time made of a robust and hard material, fine wire rings interwoven, heavy silver chains in between, a modern chain shirt. Plus some 70s punk rock vibe: leather pants, his boots with the silver heels, silver rings and bracelets on fingers and wrist, a black painted fingernail and a silver choker around his neck.

The outfit felt good, it made him feel strong and forearmed, even if right now he didn't think he needed that. Much more the outfit matched his mood, wanting to kick ass, because that's what he would do now, what they would do now.

He waved briefly to the crowd, the first flash of lightning thundering down on him, and then he held out his hand, just a little, casually, as he always did when he just wanted his partner a little closer, and couldn't help but grin happily as Armie got out of the car.

Armie looked extremely dapper in that deep-dark Tom Ford suit with a fancy little applique on the lapel, and Tim couldn't have been prouder of his partner, of his man, of his husband.

And that was it. Armie was now standing next to him, his warm hand gently running over Tim’s bare back and resting on his hip. They smiled into the cameras. Together, side by side. The way it had been private forever, the way it should be possible in public, too. It felt good and right.

He didn't care if there were hostile comments among the cheers now. The crowd that kept cheering was there and the one that mattered was standing next to him.

Armie.

Armie and him, for all the world to see.

“You look like some kiss ass rock star who has his bodyguard with him just to fuck him.”

It was the right time for them now.

The big blockbusters had been shot, he had a few more awards on his record, he had built a good network, he would be shooting with Scorsese and directors he adored. What more did he want?

He was sure that even if a few offers fell through now, he would still be making films he wanted to make. Maybe he would make less money, but as long as he could keep doing what he loved the most, something that he couldn’t live without, it would be enough now.

Armie smiled at him warmly, towering beside him and he smiled back. What had often taken them so much effort to hide was now there for all the world to see.

There was a rush in his head, his heart was pounding wildly, they had played this day out in his head for too long, too many emotions attached to it, and yet it was pride that trumped everything.

And then a gentle touch of Armie’s hand on his back and Armie was buttoning up his jacket, stepping into the background. Stephane stood on the sidelines and Armie joined him. Tim was alone again, continuing to pose for the photographers, responding to the "Timmy" calls, and although Armie was now no longer next to him, he was still more with him than ever.

When his bodyguard motioned him to go to the fans to sign autographs, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t afraid at that moment.

He tried not to listen, but of course he did hear a few things.

“Are you two really together or is this some kind of PR?”

“Are you gay?”

“How long has it been going on with you guys?”

Later he would say:

I prefer to keep my private life private. I'm with Armie but the rest is non of your business.

Then why this now?

Because I wanted to share this special moment with my partner. And the world can stop worrying about who I'm with. There should be more important things.

So are you gay?

I think we live in a society where we should be long past asking someone about their sexuality because they are with someone of the same sex.

There wouldn't be much more about them from them. Even if the whole world wanted to know everything.

For now he didn't say anything. With trembling hands he wrote autograph after autograph, took selfies, accepted gifts, and when he realized it was no different than usual, he found his voice again, the feeling of happiness increased, as did the selfies with stuck out tongue and middle finger and the joy to kick ass.

"You look amazing!"

"I love you so much!"

The hate would play out anonymously elsewhere, he knew.

Finally, he sprinted back to the red carpet, photos with Zendaya, photos with Dennis, photos with the whole cast. He felt like he was about to burst, brimming with energy, roaring and beaming, his kick-ass energy constantly alternated with pure pure joy. In between, he kept glancing over at Armie, who was smiling happily at him and apparently commenting dryly with Stephane on the whole happening.

Whatever was to come, as it was now, it was the right thing to do. Now had been the right time, and because it was the right time, they had not wanted to wait any longer, he had not wanted to wait any longer.

It was strange to be in that auditorium and watch the movie while outside the news would spread through the world like a forest fire. But he didn't mind.

Armie had been in a play, had taken small roles in television series, and next year Timmy would produce a small indie film starring him. They slowly got things going.

And even if they didn't, he would turn 30 at the end of this year. He had changed. For some time now, they had thought about having a family of their own. They were ready for change, for their new chapter in life, whatever it would look like.

As he walked into the building, and Armie walked beside him, smiling at him, their fingers casually interlocked. And that small, unspectacular touch meant everything to Tim. No boundaries, no hiding, just being themselves.

Dennis had supported him.

"I'm not sure we would have made it to Venice again with the third part without you and your collaboration with Haider. They love you! So take it, it's yours!"

Now they got Amargaddon. They would see how it would affect the box office, but he was grateful to have Dennis' blessing on it.

He loved being in this sheltered place with colleagues, friends and Armie.

Tim had wanted Armie to sit near him, so he heard him cheering in the row behind him when his name appeared on the screen, and turned with a grin when he heard him laughing dirty at a Harkonnen joke. It felt good to have him there. Very good.

When they all hugged during the applause after the movie, he turned around and hugged Armie too, and although they hadn't talked about it before, when Armie slid his hand down Tim's neck and gave him a kiss on the mouth, as other couples would, Tim couldn't stop grinning.

He knew there would be blurry video of that kiss. There wouldn't be much else, but at least they could offer that to their fans.

As they left the movie theater, as they made their way to the hotel, shouting cheerful see-you-later’s to the others, the fog in Tim's head cleared, the buzzing slowly diminished, and when he saw an undisturbed corner, he pulled Armie into it, into his arms and never let go. Armie did the same, squeezing him so tight he almost couldn't breathe.

For quite a while they were just standing there, crying and laughing and hugging and feeling all these feelings they felt. Together.

He felt all the tension inside him release. The tension that he didn't even know was inside him. The prison that they knew how to ignore so much that they had forgotten the freedom they lacked.

"We did it, Armie."

"Yes, we did."

And when he heard Armie's brittle voice, tears came to him, too, and he had to hold Armie even a little tighter.

"It really does feel as good as they say, doesn’t it?"

"It does."

Clap your hands for Tinkerbell them.

Later that evening, they had a carefree premiere party with lots of laughter, dancing and singing. They were happy, they were them. Some more blurry pictures would show that and it was fine.

And even if it was none of the world's business that they were together, it was an incredible feeling that the world knew now.

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[thebetawolfgirl]

Bonding Time pt6

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Shower Smut. Mean Timmy and reader.

A/N: This one took a while to write because I didn’t know how to continue the story!

Bonding Time pt6

Timothée woke up tangled with y/n in the sheets when he heard someone’s phone buzzing like a wasp, he groaned sitting up and throwing the offending device in the bedside table before slamming the drawer shut and laying back down snuggling into y/n.

Turns out it was y/n’s phone buzzing because then the door started going, someone banging on it to be specifically, Timmy grumbled burying his head into her neck.

‘Just ignore them, they’ll go away.’

‘They’re going to break my door down if I don’t answer.’

Timmy looked at his watch to see it was six am ‘It’s fucking six am on a Saturday, y/n. Tell them to come back at ten like a normal human being.’

‘It’s Sarah.’ Y/n looked at her camera.

‘I take back what I said, she’s not normal at all. Who the fuck comes to someone’s home at six am?’

‘Sarah does. She’s always awake at five.’ Timmy groans burying his face in the pillow as Sarah banged on the door again, y/n grabbed her phone and turned the speaker on on the camera ‘Sarah you bang my front door like that again I’ll break every knuckle in your hand!’

She tossed her phone ignoring Sarah’s protests and hopped on the bed and kissed Timmy on the lips before breaking away ‘If you hear her hide in the bathroom.’ He smirked ‘Maybe I should answer the door.’ She looked at him smirking back ‘Definitely do that next time. Maybe with Emma, or my mother.’

Y/n threw a T-shirt on and walked out hearing Timmy call out ��That’s my T-shirt woman.’

She smirked walking towards the door to answer it and wrenched it open. ‘What, do you want at six in the morning that couldn’t wait until later?’

‘I saw you and Timothée last night, after the party.’ Sarah blurted out.

Y/n just looked at her before turning away walking to the kitchen ‘So you were following us? That’s creepy Sarah, like really creepy.’

‘I only did it because I was worried.’

‘No, this isn’t concern, Sarah. This is some weird… I don’t even know what to call it.’

‘I was concerned about my friend walking home with some asshole-‘

‘He’s an assole because he rejected you.’ Y/n pointed her spoon at Sarah. ‘Whereas before, he walked on water.’

‘This isn’t about me, this is about you sleeping with your BROTHER.’

‘STEP brother! Jesus Christ, how many times do we need to say that.’ Timmy comes in wearing just his dress jeans and bare feet rubbing his eyes tiredly as Sarah looked on in shock.

‘What are you doing here?’

She asked annoyed and shocked as Timmy walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.

‘You followed us home? What is actually wrong with you?’ He gave her an odd look while drinking his coffee.

Y/n walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek as he stared Sarah down.

‘You need to get a life of your own instead of forcing yourself into everyone else’s.’

‘I’m looking out for my friend!’

‘Really??’ He cut through her. ‘Stacey’s your friend, and you’ve just found out the guy she’s been seeing is FUCKING his step sister. So you can’t be that good of a friend.’

‘I didn’t know about any of this until-‘

‘Until last night?’ His eyes flashed as he challenged her. ‘Who was the first person you called after you saw us?’

Y/n looked between them with a blank look on her face watching this fun little back and forth.

‘Certainly not Stacey, because I’ve had no calls from her. And she would’ve called me or showed up here last night. But she didn’t.’

‘You told Emma didn’t you?’ Y/n looked over at Sarah and shook her head.

‘You really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not natural-‘

‘How you act as if you have a day in everyone’s lives and your need to control everyone around you isn’t natural.’ Timmy cut her off again glaring.

Y/n turned his head and kissed him to calm him. He kissed back and saw Sarah make a disgusted face ‘You don’t like what you see Sarah you know where the fucking door is.’ It was y/n that said it and Timmy smirked kissing her and lifting her up to sit on the kitchen counter and stood between her legs as Sarah stormed out slamming the door behind her.

Y/n chuckled as Timmy kissed down her neck while running his hand up her thighs. ��Timmy.’ She let her head fall back giving him more access as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and towards the bathroom. He set her down and removed the T-shirt as he removed his jeans and followed her into the shower turning on the water. They stood under the spray of water together as he stood behind her and began kissing her shoulder.

She let her head fall back as he placed open mouth kissed against her throat running his hands up her side, he took her hands and pressed them against the wall in front of her and pinned them with one hand as he slid into her hearing her gasp and turned her head to kiss her as he began thrusting into her.

She panted against his mouth kissing him back hungrily pushing her hips back against his meeting his thrusts making him bite her lips.

He thrust harder, letting go of her hands to hold onto her waist to slam harder into her as she braced herself against the glass to steady herself. She let her head fall back against his shoulder panting heavily as he wrapped his arm around her waist and nearly lifted her off the floor ramming into her making her gasp and grip his hair pulling him for a kiss as they came together shaking and panting.

They finished washing each other and stepped out of the shower drying off in the bedroom when y/n got a notification on her phone.

‘Oh great. It’s Emma, she wants to talk.’

‘Just ignore it. Or leave it on read. Let’s just spend the day in bed, preferably at my place cause at least we won’t be disturbed there.’

Y/n nodded still looking at her phone ‘That BITCH!’ She exploded.

Timmy looked over at her and joined at the end of the bed looking over her shoulder to see that Sarah had told her mother.

‘She told my mother she’s worried about me and that everyone should get together and stage an emergency intervention for me. My mom is messaging me asking if I’m okay!’

Timmy clenched his jaw and got up getting dressed ‘That’s it, get dressed and pack some stuff.’

‘Where are we going?’ She asked getting up.

‘Going somewhere that fucking psychopath can’t find us. Pack your suitcase, we’re going out of town for a week.’

‘Oooh our first vacation together as a couple.’ She smiled kneeling on the bed in front of him and kissed him. He kissed back deepening the kiss and smirked ‘You bet!’

They stopped at his so he could pack his own suitcase as y/n called her mother assuring her she was fine. She decided to play the same game as Sarah and made a phone call.

‘Hi Mrs Winston, it’s y/n y/l/n. How are you doing? I’m good thank you so much. Yes my mom is doing well, still in the honeymoon phase.’

‘Um, Mrs Winston, I was calling to ask if you had spoken to Sarah recently? Oh no, it’s probably nothing. It’s just she came banging on my door at six this morning behaving very… unlike herself. I was just wondering if she had spoken to you or even Hailey? I asked if she was ok, but she just said she had to go and just stormed out of my house without any explanation.’

…..

‘Uh-huh…. Like I said it’s probably nothing. But, I’m going away for the week and I was just wondering you could maybe check in on her from time to time? As I said I’ve never seen her behave like this in a really long time.’

Y/n looked up listening to Mrs Winston tell her how her daughter had been very excited about Chloe’s engagement and saw Timmy smirking from the doorway watching her.

‘Okay thank you so much, Mrs Winston. Give my best to Mr Winston won’t you? I will, I’ll try and enjoy my weekend break. Okay bye Mrs Winston.’

She hung up and looked at Timmy smirking ‘You, are pure evil.’

Y/n rolled her eyes and dropped her phone into her bag ‘She did the same thing to me. At least now we won’t have any hassle from her. I also messaged my mother asking her to check up on Sarah if she has the time because I’m really worried about her.’ She responded making a pretend sad face.

Timmy smirked shaking his head before pulling her in for a rough kiss which she returned.

‘You’re an evil bitch.’

‘I blame you.’

He gasps in mock offence grabbing his chest as they left the building with their cases. ‘Are you saying I corrupted your innocent little heart?’

‘Oh we both know I was never innocent.’

They got in y/n’s car and drove to the coast to the beach where Timmy had a large beach house with a beautiful view of the beach where they would have a full weekend together with no distractions.

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[silvyysthings]

Sorry for the crazy rambling but i need to put it out somewhere (jsyk i don't even read your answers, probably very condescending).

News flash : Timmy went back once again to fucking Daniella. Things seem to be very chaotic between them and i think everytime they're back on, she criticizes him for not being invested enough and basically just wanting to fuck her.

Like, a few days ago when T posted the chanel pics they were back on (she liked some pics, none of Armie's friends did), then Ryan posted a meme about passive aggressiveness (aka "it's fine") and one about a "Deluxe model".

Then just 2-3 days later, things seemed to turn sour between T&D : jps posted "let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination" and "don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it, because what the world needs is people who have come alive". Tyler also reposted a video with someone saying "i love you but i release you (...)" with the caption "i would love to see this dude try this" (could be referring to T telling this to D, although to me he doesn't actually love her). Ryan posted a meme that made me laugh: "anyway if both my unions are on strike, and you see my feet on Onlyfans, no you didn't" (cause at the same time this is all happening, a&t are still in contact, but a doesn't wanna have his heart broken up again by t admitting to him that he's back with d).

Then we got jps posting about someone not doing what they're supposed to do by fear (in this context referring to Tim being honest and leaving D once for all) : "fear is incomplete knowledge" , "a man grows most tired by standing still" and " a day can really slip by when you're avoiding what you're supposed to do".

Now, one thing that really surprised me is that Stéphane seems to be pushing that relationship between D and T : Yesterday and the day before, he posted stories at the EXACT same time D made her posts (once, it could have been a coincidence, not twice), as in to show Timmy that he's on her side.

But finally, you wanna know what i believe happened (like yesterday)?

Timmy as the dumbfuck that he is, went back once again to her 💀

He obviously told Armie, who then told Ryan, hence his meme this morning of the american guy saying "no thanks" to a brain.

He also told jps who just posted : "the man who lies to himself can be more easily offedend that anyone" and "everybody said follow your heart, i did, it got broken".

So yeah, Timmy prefers to lie to himself and pretend to his friends that he loves this girl, than being honest and vulnerable and go back with his one true love.

Hi Daniella how was your weekend? Busy I saw and I fear you forgot to take your pills ... AGAIN!!!

One thing that I don't understand in all this delirium is : how the poor ryan can know what timmy does every time in real time ? 🤭🤔

Thank you, this is the better way to start the week , you never disappoint me🥴