#has this been living rent free in my mind since I watched the show? YES

[goldenart0]

Something something Owen keeps talking about wanting to be an actor Something something actors used to be considered untrustworthy because of their ability to pretend to be different people easily

[guttednights]

𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔢

Warnings: threesome, mdni, overall smut with johnny and simon (and fluff)

You had no idea when you started dating Simon that Johnny was an extra bonus. You and Simon first met when you moved to the 141 as a recruit. At first, Simon avoided you at all costs, why? because he thought you were pretty and he's a bit intimidated by you. but after some time (and Johnny pushing and threatening him) he finally spoke to you. it may have not been anything major just a simple acknowledgment of you, then a "hi" and then ACTUAL conversations with you. Eventually, he asked to get a coffee and that's it. you guys have been together for a year now. You always knew about Johnny and Simon being complete besties, I mean who couldn't honestly. they were always giggling like school girls around the base, Johnnys usually fucking around and Simon yelling at him to stop like he's his dad or something. It came as a bit of a surprise when Simon asked to come over while you guys were at home, and Johnny showed up with him. you opened the door to 2 big men with big smiles on their faces. You weren't mad of course, you welcomed them in. "figured you wouldn't mind if soap joined us ya?" and you agreed, you don't mind, now you just have to cook an extra stake. And that's kind of where it started. after a few months of that Simon moved in, meaning he left Johnny and his apartment. johnny was happy for you guys but sad because he felt lonely :(. One day Simon asked if Johnny could move in. Since you have 2 extra bedrooms you figured why not. And sure enough, a month later Johnny was living in your house (not rent-free because living is expensive). You had NO idea what Johnny moving in had in store for you. Honestly, at first, it started off with tame things, you Johnny, and Simon cuddling in bed watching movies.

Now you're being trusted from behind by Simon's fat cock, while Johnny slowly thrusts in your mouth admiring your teary eyes, and swollen lips. Simon's fingers are practically digging into your side knowing you're gonna be bruised tomorrow while Johnny is being soft and gentle. Simons has always been that way tho. As your sweet moans fill the air in your bedroom, Simon pulls out flipping you around like you weigh nothing. "be gentle with my sweet girl Johnny", Simon says to Johnny as he lines his girth up with your hole. now this whole time Johnny has been the most gentle man ever, but the second that first thrust happens it's over for you. He's not going fast, just deep every single thrust his whole length is devoured by you. He watches that white ring of cream form at the bottom of his length as he thrusts deep and slow. and for Simon? his cocks in your mouth as he deep throating you, gently playing with your sensitive clit while Johnny tears you apart :(. Simons has always been aggressive during sex and you love it. not long after Johnnys' deep thrusts continue into your swollen cunt you're coming on him, and Johnny is not stopping for anything, "gonna come for me ye? mhh ya that's a good girl", and while you're busy being fucked in your throat and cunt, simons thrusts in your mouth become faster and deeper, his grunting and breathing increase "that's my sweet girl" "taking me in your throat like this". soon enough his warm come is making its way down your throat as your teary eyes stare up at him, he pulls out as his cock softens and kisses you looking at you. "that's my sweet girl". johnnys thrust getting faster and deeper if possible, "Simon?" "Ya?" "Do you come insid- inside?" "Ya, can come inside Johnny." Quickly johnnys hand goes from holding your leg to his chest to your clit rubbing fastly as hes close to coming. his fast thrusts soon stop as he fills you up with his come. his moans are soft as he pulls out and crashes down on the empty space next to you.

your quickly pulled over to Simon's chest as he kisses your head. "my sweet princess" he whispers. "let's get ye cleaned up ya?' Johnny says kissing your shoulder standing up and starting the shower. While Simon is helping you shower (cause you can't walk) and Johnny getting dressed, Simon can't help but say something. "Johhny you were not gentle with my sweet girl." "msorry LT" Johnny knows he's only just kidding as he walks out of the bathroom. For you on the other hand? Tired. of course Simon gives you the best aftercare as Johnny gets you guys food.

now of course this is a often occurrence, either you Simon, and Johnny, or just Johnny, or just Simon. but you can't complain, your two favorite boys giving you the best sex of your life, why would you complain?

side notes: I've never written smut before so I hope this is okay, I think it's good enough to post but I will try harder to make it seem more coherent next time. Also juggling the idea of Simon and johnny, I think Simon would definitely come inside you first but I'm too lazy to rewrite :3.

LMK what else you guys would like to read i need ideas fs.

[canirove]

Rúben Dias Imagine | four

Author’s note: This is a request from Wattpad. They asked for an imagine with Rúben where you are a Real Madrid supporter and he still teases you about losing against City this season. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

Masterlist

"Meu amor, have you seen my iPad's charger?" Rúben asks. "I can't find it anywhere."

"I still can't believe that someone as organized as yourself and who travels so much, struggles so much with unpacking" I chuckle.

"Maybe because I'm constantly traveling and packing and unpacking takes too long?" 

"Then don't complain about not finding things" I shrug.

"I didn't complain, I just asked. Anyway, have you seen it or not?"

"Nope. When was the last time you used it?"

"Last Wednesday before the Champions… sorry."

"Uh? Why are you apologizing?"

"I've mentioned the Champions League game."

"And?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

"I know it still hurts."

"It doesn't hurt, Rúben" I laugh.

"It's just the two of us, you can tell me, you know?" he smirks.

"It doesn't hurt. Besides, I knew we were going to lose, so" I shrug.

"But you got your hopes high after the draw in Madrid, didn't you?" he asks, resting his forearms on the back of the sofa.

"Maybe a little bit, yeah. Anyone would have. But I was still expecting to lose. This year we suck, and you've sadly been playing really well."

"Sadly" he laughs. "But are you really sure, meu amor? Didn't you expect another remontada?" 

"Did you? You didn't sleep well those days" I tease back.

"I asked first."

"I didn't, no. Since the moment they said we would play against you if we made it to the semifinals, I knew that was it. I told you, remember?" 

"I still don't believe you."

"Then don't, I don't care" I shrug once again. "Now go find your charger, you are distracting me and I have to finish this" I say, nodding towards my laptop.

"Changing the topic, uh? That's because losing still bothers you."

"Dear God, Rúben" I say, rolling my eyes. "Did you wake up extra annoying today or something?"

"It was a tough defeat, I get it."

"Rúben…" I sigh.

"4-0… that's a lot these days. And you are Real Madrid, you know."

"Everyone has moved on from that game, why can't you do the same?"

"Because thanks to that game, I'm going to play the Champions League final!" he smiles.

"Yeah, and hopefully lose it."

"So rude, meu amor. I'm your boyfriend! You should be happy for me."

"Maybe if you stopped teasing me about last week's game, I would be happy for you. That's small team mentality right there, you know?"

"What?" Rúben laughs.

"Focusing more on your rival losing than on your own achievement is small team mentality. We've lived rent free in your mind since last season when we beat you in six minutes, we've been all you've been able to think about. Real Madrid, Real Madrid, Real Madrid."

"That isn't small team mentality. That's wanting to do better, to keep improving."

"Because we are the best team in Europe?" I ask.

"If you were, you would be in the Champions League final. But you aren't, we are" he smirks.

"But we've won it… let me check. Oh, yes. fourteen times. And you and your team have… none! Zero!"

"Yet."

"Even if you win this year, you won't be at our level, meu amor" I reply with a teasing smile.

"Whatever" he says, rolling his eyes and moving from the back of the sofa.

"I still remember last year's game, what a night that was. Look, I even got goosebumps just by thinking about it!" I say, showing him my arm. "Thank you for the penalty, by the way."

"Yeah, that game. I was gutted after what happened, and where were you? Celebrating with your Madrid friends."

"But the next day I flew back to Manchester and I was here with you, making you your favourite dinner and watching your favourite movie with you to cheer you up. What did you do for me after this year's game? Oh, yes, annoy the hell out of me" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"It isn't the same and you know it. You are just a fan, I'm a player. This is my job, and I sucked at it last year. I wanted to redeem myself and I managed to do it."

"And making fun of me was part of your redemption?" I say, raising my voice.

"I just wanted to lighten the mood."

"Then take me out on a date somewhere I like instead of behaving like a jerk! I never made fun of you for your penalty. Never!" I say, getting up from the sofa.

"You did a minute ago."

"Because you are behaving like an idiot! That's why!"

"What?"

"You can tease me nonstop about what happened the other day, but when I do just a bit with what happened last year, you get mad."

"Because it isn't the same, I already told you" he says, crossing those big arms of his over his chest.

"It is equally annoying!"

"It isn't."

"It is!" I insist.

"Wait, where are you going?" Rúben asks as I walk past him.

"To bed."

"Already? What about dinner? And what about what you had to finish on your laptop?"

"I'm not hungry anymore. And I can finish it tomorrow."

"Meu amor…"

"No!" I say, threatening him with my finger. "Don't meu amor me. And you are sleeping in the guest room tonight"

"What?" Rúben laughs. "I have a game tomorrow night, I must rest!"

"You should have thought about that before being an idiot" I say, walking into our room.

"C'mon, meu… ouch! What are you doing?"

"Giving you your pillow so you can at least sleep" I say after hitting him with it. "You don't deserve it, but…"

"Wait, are you seriously gonna make me sleep in the guest room?" he chuckles.

"Yes, I am. Good night, Rúben" I say, closing our room's door with such force that it trembles.

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"Wait, you argued about what?"

"I know, I know" I sigh. "But he's just being so annoying about it. You guys won against my team, cool! Let's move on, you still have a final to play, you know?"

"He's just happy after what happened last year. He was really gutted, you know? His team lost a Champions League semifinal because of him, and it was against Real Madrid, which besides historically being the best team in that competition, happens to be your team."

"I know, he told me. And I get it. But at the same time, that should make him feel better. He lost against the best team, my team, the one that makes me happy. It wasn't all that bad."

"But for us that point of view isn't that easy to understand" Bernardo says over the phone.

"I guess, yes" I sigh. "Anyway, I should probably go upstairs, I don't want to get cold after my run."

"And you should also apologize to him, he's probably leaving already and I need him focused for the game, not thinking about a stupid argument."

"That too" I sigh again. "Thank you for the talk, Berni."

"You're welcome. That's what friends are for" he says before hanging up.

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"Holy shit, Rúben!" I say, taking my hand instinctively moving to my heart. "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Sorry."

"What are you doing standing there?"

"I was waiting for you."

"Why?"

"I wanted to give you this" he says, showing me the bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back.

"Tulips?"

"Your favourite flower" he smiles. "But these are yellow."

"I know, I have eyes."

"Yellow means I'm sorry."

"Sorry about what?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"About what happened last night. I know I was too annoying, that I should have stopped teasing you."

"Yes, you should have. But I also overreacted a bit, so sorry about that. Did you manage to sleep?"

"Yeah, don't worry" Rúben smiles. "Do you accept my flowers, then?"

"I do. Thank you" I say, walking towards him and taking them. "Is this why you weren't home when I woke up?"

"Yep. You don't know how hard it is to find yellow tulips in Manchester" he chuckles.

"I love them."

"And I love you" he says, caressing my cheek. "But you better go take a shower, you stink."

"Thank you" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"If it is a quick one we can cuddle a bit before I have to leave. Will you be at tonight's game?"

"I will" I smile. "I love you, Rúben."

"And I love you too. But go take that shower, I'll find a nice vase to put the flowers in."

"Look at him. He wins against Real Madrid once and gets all bosy" I smirk, rolling my eyes.

"Wait until I win that Champions League" he replies with a matching smile. "Now go shower."

"Yes, meu amor" I wink, Rúben laughing and holding a bouquet of yellow tulips being the last thing I see before walking into the bathroom.

[covenofthearticulate]

ASH my love I missed your post last night I'm so glad you're okay!! 🫂🫂🫂

let me see if I can come up with any good vampire thoughts on the fly:

- for armand/lestat/louis I feel like lestat has SO MUCH to learn in terms of being a selfless lover and I guess I’m remembering crimson incarnate again like I do every day of my life, but this time I want lestat to put into practice what he’s learned about putting others’ needs first. and not just sex! I want to see him watching armand to learn how to pamper louis the way louis WANTS to be pampered. I want the three of them in the bath together and for once it’s not The Lestat Show but he’s watching louis and armand bathe each other and he finds in him to ask what he can do too 🤧 he ASKS armand if he’d like a turn in the middle for once

- thinking about louis and daniel, and I just think it would be really sweet if louis became the guy daniel went to whenever he feels like there’s a rift or a miscommunication happening in his relationship with armand (I feel like going to lestat or marius with this one would make it worse). since BOTH louis and daniel are on the fledging side of the equation, there’s a unique common ground here. tl; dr: louis is the post-canon a/d marriage counselor (also it’s so funny bc I know armand and louis commiserate re: lestat and now louis and daniel can commiserate re: armand rip louis my guy does not get a break)

- for armand/louis I’m just imagining louis getting armand’s blood stained filthy love letter and tearing off a rust colored edge and putting it in his mouth like an absolute fucking weirdo so he can have the slightest taste of armand on his tongue as he writes his response (whatever that may be 🫢 )

- for lestat/louis I’m know it doesn’t align with canon since most animals are afraid of vampires and mojo was the exception, but I desperately want them to raise a puppy together! I think they deserve it and I usually imagine louis with cats, but I also think he’d be so sweet with a dog and he’d never stop making comments to it—“you’re just like your papa” when it jumps up and licks his face (papa being lestat)

hope these made you smile and hope you feel better soon babe!!! ❤️❤️❤️ (I apologize for any typos I just drank two energy drinks and I am ZOOMING)

Hi friend I hope you know the reason for the late reply is because I've been keeping this in my inbox like a little locket and I go back to peek at it every time I need inspo or serotonin lmfao but these are all so excellent!!!!!!!!!!

LESTAT WATCHING ARMAND PAMPER LOUIS IN THE BATHTUB HELP I'M DECEASED you're so big brained for this oh my god like Crimson Incarnate was fun and I loved having Lestat watch Armand but I can't believe I never even thought about having Lestat watch Louis! Especially because they don't share the Mind Gift I bet Armand would pull out all the stops just to get Louis to vocalize a little more when he does something he likes :)

And YES I love the idea of Daniel being able to talk to Louis about Armand!!! and even before that like i’m honestly so intrigued by what it would look like when Daniel first decides that he’s going to stay with Louis and Armand like how long does it take for them to stop being awkward around one another and what does it look like the very first time that Daniel broaches the subject and asks Louis for advice!!! they have so much baggage between each other but their common ground is Armand 🥺🥺🥺

(also listen……..every day i’m tempted to write a letter from Louis in reply to the Armand letter like my god that shit STILL lives in my head rent free)

nooooooooooooo but i’m gonna fucking CRY at the idea of Loustat raising a puppy together 😭 like Mojo was already full grown when Lestat found him but imagine all the lovely chaos that comes along with raising a little PUPPY!! Louis is the dad who said “Absolutely Not” when Lestat showed up one night with a little dusty stray and then two days later Louis is planted on the sofa with the puppy curled up on his chest and he refuses to let Lestat anywhere near them LMAO (also just think of all the bittersweet ANGST of the two of them living together and co-parenting again and healing but also still being incredibly traumatized after Claudia aaaaaahhhhhhhh)

[mlobsters]

rewatching dune (1984) which i've seen a handful of times, fallen asleep during the desert scenes more than once, and have a fondness for but also haven't watched it in at least a decade. i want to watch the new movies but wanted to refresh my memory on this movie again first

something very brazil (1985) about this

talking giant brain creature has a vulva mouth, how could i forget

the shields and the slow knife live rent free in my head

let 👏 characters 👏 sweat👏

uh oh paul's gotta fight the spiky dick

paul's dad gave me willem dafoe double take

i think what was so effective for me in this movie was how memeable it was. i read the book and for some reason it was a slog for me, but that plus the movie really drilled these phrases into my daily thoughts. the sleeper must awaken, arrakis dune desert planet, fear is the mind killer, the spice must flow etc.

so i wonder if one of the main issues with this movie that people have is how much it relies on voiceover. i don't know about the complaints, just that it's generally not liked

👄

sweattty

"you are so beautiful, my baron. your skin, love to me. your diseases lovingly cared for, for all eternity." and they say romance is dead

i remember the heart plug pull vividly but the implied sexual assault while he's bleeding out by the baron, not so much. the gays are evil, guys

i feel like jessica and rachael from blade runner (1982) occupy the same place in my brain. another movie that put me to sleep a lot, with that afternoon sun and the smoke. knocks me right out

pulsating, then squirting for spacetime folding, got it 📝

is this not what hentai jizz looks like?

3 squirts and we made it to arrakis, dune, desert planet

i genuinely like how they do the shield effects

i had to go find clips of dean stockwell as al in quantum leap because i was so sure his voice was so much lower in that compared to this. and yes, it is! good job, brain

duke: "damn the spice!" *gasp*

you know, it's been a long ass time since i watched this. and the constant voiceover of characters voicing their thoughts is really getting heavy handed. show not tell, amirite 🤪 maybe it's because i know the story already, but for the most part i feel like the voiceover specifically to the character thoughts wasn't even explaining anything that wasn't already expressed in the scene anyway most of the time

the effects were nice having the sand blowing off, really helped give it scale

and now paul's gotta deal with the itty bitty flying dick of death!

so they make the bad guy fat with visible illness on his face, a murdering gay rapist and he wears nail polish. oh, and red hair. really hitting it out of the park

i think about this poison gas tooth thing on the regular

captain picard shouting "long live duke leto" while holding the pug and rushing into battle, i started cackling

womp womp with the poison tooth fail ;(

jack nance as nefud / bill smitrovich in life goes on (1989-1993)

i keep thinking he's the dad from life goes on

for whatever reason, the thumpers are what always captured my imagination. i think i just like the sounds.

paul: "Remember, walk without rhythm and we won't attract a worm. It will go to the thumper."

anyway, walk without rhythm and it won't attract the worm how did i not realize until this very moment that song was a reference to dune! haha. walk without rhythm is such a strange turn of phrase

tell me of your home world, usul!

also forgot the lusting after his nephew, sting. they really went all out making the harkonnens the most grotesque

baron: "A poison has been introduced into your body, Thufir Hawat. By milking this, this smooth little cat's body, you receive your antidote. It must be done each day."

i think this must be past the point when i usually fell asleep watching this. i know i've seen it all the way through more than once but apparently milking a cat???? didn't leave an impression. also this just never comes up again. but bro made it to the end of the movie so i guess he was successful in milking it

the truly unfortunate green screening is consistently the worst effect, a shame

reverend mother: "There is a place… terrifying to us, to women." paul: "This is the place they cannot look. Traveling without moving."

lol what. silly girls are afraid of teleportation 😔

pacing is all over the place. it was going okay but then paul's making out with chani, his sister is born and is like 8 years old now (heyo baby alicia witt), we gotta zoom through 2 years of war and boop boop now paul's drinking the blue water and going where no woman can go while they all bleed from their face parts

space cigarettes, no problem. but then they gotta go try to make this glowing golden thing and it's terrible

would be remiss to not include the dick shaped harkonnen ships but i ran out of images ;<

this big showdown with the emperor etc i am hanging on by a thread to not fall asleep/close :p truly lost the plot. way too much worm action, way too long of boring repetitive action sequences

using my image last slot for having the baby kill the baron/send him on his way to become a worm snack

LOL the pug is in this big fremen gathering! captain picard managed to survive and keep the dog alive! good god will this ever end. now we're gonna have the world's slowest knife fight with sting

and now it's raining somehow. sure

oh my god. that took forever. ok well, i can see why this movie has put me to sleep more than once and panned. and there's some really memorable and interesting things about it, and i think it goes fairly strong (with some issues like excessive voiceover) for the first 2/3 or so. but oof. i definitely liked it more 20 years ago :p anyway, i'm glad i watched it again so i could take off the rose tinted glasses before watching the new movies

[yoomiwritingstuff]

Apartment Number 713

nanami kento x f!neighbor!reader

renting a place for yourself doesn't sound so bad. especially when a certain blonde grade one jujutsu sorcerer keeps stealing your attention — and maybe even your heart as well.

words: 1k

“gosh why is staring up at the ceiling so entertaining?”

you've been talking to yourself out loud for the past hour now. this has got to be one of the greatest nights of your stay here in this city – just sprawled on your bed with absolutely nothing to do.

it's been awhile since you've had your own quiet time after you've started living alone, eager to be an independent adult. juggling your studies and part-time job are such a hassle and it can be annoyingly stressful trying to balance the time you put in them. as you predicted, it strained relationships you have with people around you. not to mention, it also affects your health, and self-care is thrown out the window.

you can feel your stomach starting to hurt from hunger and from all that lazing about, prompting you to stand up from your bed to get to your kitchen. as you were about to look in your fridge while planning a schedule to buy groceries in your head, a knock from outside makes you halt.

your stomach growls in protest when you decide to check who the person that interrupted your relaxation was.

what you didn't account to see was nanami kento — the good-looking man whom you share a floor with — knocking on your door this evening and randomly asking if you wanted to eat something he cooked.

talk about impeccable timing.

confused yet appreciative of the offer, you could only nod and stand there watching as he went back inside his own apartment, and returned with plates full of delicious dishes that had you almost salivating.

“w-wait, are you sure you're just going to give all these to me?”

“my date cancelled out of the blue and i'd rather quickly clean up everything i prepared so i wouldn't be reminded of this disaster once i go to sleep.”

that certainly wasn't the answer you were expecting from all that seriousness and intimidating aura he seems to possess.

caught off guard at his blunt reply — like damn you didn't need to know that much, now you felt kind of sorry for him — you continued to stare back and forth at the man and the food he was holding while you tried to utter something.

at the very least you just wished he just told you ‘yes i don't really mind’ or even just a stern yet polite ‘please accept it and we can go on our separate ways’ but no. nanami just had to tell you someone ditched him and left him alone to eat the dinner he made.

how were you supposed to simply accept the free food, knowing he's probably going to sulk around in his own room wondering why his date didn't show? nanami wouldn't do that but you didn't know better.

the urge to be more friendly and welcoming threatened to come out of you then. you knew that particular feeling of loneliness brought by being alone all too well recently. doing something nice for him in return for what he gave you wouldn't hurt anyone.

you just hope nanami wouldn't think anything ill about the sudden casualness in your behaviour towards him.

again, you didn't really know the guy.

sure, you've seen each other in passing a couple of times before and even exchanged greetings and idle chat, but this interaction is definitely new territory for the both of you. heck the two of you are currently in front of one another, and you're here stuck in your thoughts conjuring up the courage to finally befriend the handsome neighbor you've been curious about ever since you moved here.

cringing internally, you suppose you have nothing to lose anyway. the worst he could do is reject your offer, making it awkward for you in the future to interact further with the man. you either go big or go home.

“well since it would be a waste of your effort to just ditch everything, would you be okay if i was the one accompanying you right now?”

you see him slightly tense. biting your lip, you waited anxiously for what he'll say.

he briefly meets your eyes, deciphering whether or not you were serious. the intensity of his gaze suddenly makes you feel self-conscious about the way you're dressed in comparison to him.

nanami as always, was wearing something sophisticated befitting a businessman (or so you thought that was his job). a white dress shirt paired with light beige suit pants and black slippers complete his whole outfit meanwhile you're just in your plain favorite oversized sweater and shorts.

you unconsciously grip the hem of your top, avoiding any eye contact with the older man. you hear him sigh, grimacing at the way it sounded. you guess being awkward with him for the rest of your life it is.

“only if you're comfortable enough to stay with me through the entire night.”

startled at his calm acceptance, you gazed back at him with more interest. though nanami wasn't looking at you anymore, you're sure you see the faintest redness on his cheeks if you squint. this makes you put on a small smile for him to see. he clears his throat and directs his attention to you again.

“you'll be alright with eating at my place?”

he asks after a few seconds. you then gave him a little noise of confirmation. a ghost of a smile can be seen in nanami's mouth but you pretend you don't notice to stop yourself from swooning. he tells you he'll return the food back to his apartment and will wait for you there.

once you were sure he was gone, you quickly ran to your bedroom and screamed with your face flat against your pillows. you can't stop the little giggles that erupt from your chest as your feet swing back and forth in the air.

you can't believe that just happened!

you're eating with nanami tonight! just you and him sitting there all alone in his apartment, spending time getting to know each other.

you could just die right about now!

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oh my god you're eating with nanami tonight with just you and him in his apartment?!

dread abruptly stops the flutters you feel in your body.

how exactly were you, a working college student who barely even gets out with her friends nowadays, going to act with nanami, an older attractive man who must surely have his life together?!

you for real could die right about now.

next part → (soon)

[hyperfixations-ahoy]

Updated list of hyperfixations, in the order of how much they’re gripping my brain

FANTASY HIGH. I’m woefully late to the party and am still catching up, but I am HOOKED. I was looking for some campaigns to watch because I’m joining my friend’s after not playing for a year, and now I am obsessed. Fabian Aramais I DANCE NOW!! Seacaster is my favorite, and of course I show my love by reading all the angst fics I can. nevermore_evermore, thank you for feeding my strange love language of torturing my comfort character. Is there a secret Discord for Fantasy High? I need an outlet or I’ll explode. (Also I am a Fabadine TRUTHER)

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT. I’ve followed this game for years, and it still hasn’t left my head. I prefer reading and writing to playing, though. And my favorite has been the Deathslinger since the day he came out - thefuriousmagician’s fanfiction about him lives rent-free in my brain, and I’ve read it over so many times I could quote it.

MINECRAFT STORY MODE. Yes, while it was the original reason why I made my account, it has slightly been overshadowed by the aforementioned two. But Ivorren is still holding my heart hostage, and I PROMISE I will update What Gets Destroyed soon.

FLIPLINE GAMES. Is it weird to be obsessed with silly little cooking games where the customers don’t have legs? LOOK, THERE IS LORE. AND THE CHARACTERS HAVE STORIES. Koilee is my wife and I love her and I may or may not have an entire fanfiction in my mind about my silly chef OC and her having a very lovely relationship and living in an apartment above the Scooperia.

BREATH OF THE WILD. YOU CANT MAKE ME MOVE ON TO TOTK I DONT WANT TO

UNTIL DAWN/THE QUARRY. I’ve been with here since UD released, and I’m so excited to see the movie and remaster. The Quarry, as messy as it is, still holds a special place in my heart.

DON’T STARVE TOGETHER. Y’all my birthday is coming up, I am DEMANDING a Webber YouTooz from my brother.

I’m back! Sorry for my absence, but one funeral and emotional turmoil later I’m ready to nerd out again.

[plusultraetc]

Saw the tags on the Toshinori post and do you have more to share?? Any insights? If so I’d welcome hearing them 😭 He really is so self-sacrificial and it hurts but it’s truly at the core of who he is

This has been sitting in my inbox for almost a week because I needed to make a futile effort at organizing my thoughts into something coherent--but this is as organized as they're going to get for now! Thank you so so much for the ask though bc I do love to yell about MHA <3

(Obligatory reminder that I'm watching this show in such a confusing order so if what I'm about to rant about has been addressed before and I'm harping on it unnecessarily I Am Sorry.)

(For anyone curious, this is the post btw)

SO. It feels relevant to mention that my sister and I were talking about All Might in the first place because we were talking about MHA Moments That Haunt Us. For me, it's the 'I am not here' sign hanging around the neck of the All Might statue in Kamino Ward after the Paranormal Liberation War. It literally lives in my brain rent-free 24/7 365 days a year, especially with the AM vs AFO fight being relatively fresh in my mind. The reversal of All Might's catchphrase and all it represents hurts, but to display it at the site of his 'last stand' in Kamino? That's brutal.

All Might vs All For One and how that rematch plays out is so so important to the story for so many reasons, but one of them is that the fight itself is a sacrifice. Toshinori gives everything he has, short of his life, to defeat All For One. He gives up his physical strength, his public image as the unbeatable Symbol of Peace, and, effectively his Quirk ("Goodbye, All For One. Goodbye, One For All" haunts my every waking moment, still!)

This battle is also the culmination of years of All Might's life and heroic philosophy (because Toshinori has been both practicing AND preaching self-sacrifice in the name of the greater good since we met him. It's what he thinks a hero does). Kamino is the sacrifice to end all sacrifices, if you will. Yes, he does get to walk away from the fight with AFO, but he walks away irrevocably different, almost unrecognizable. He's forced to totally change his focus and his mindset and his life. Everything he has given up is made literally visible in the deterioration of his body.

But most most importantly, All Might's sacrifice at Kamino was... all for nothing. Even if AM defeated him in that moment, All For One is free less than a year later. The world is in shambles. People are afraid, and their faith in heroes is crumbling. Heroes are afraid, and this time, they have no idealized symbol to rally behind. When Dostoevsky wrote "Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing," he was talking about All Might btw.

Toshinori gave this fight (and his career, and being All Might) everything he had, and it still wasn't enough. He sacrificed so much of himself, and so much of how he perceived himself and his purpose, and he didn't even save the world. He just bought them time--and not much of it. I think that's why he's so desperate to keep fighting, no matter the cost, no matter what condition he's in--even 'quite literally half-dead.' He can't let Kamino be the Symbol of Peace's final stand, because Kamino was ultimately for nothing. Instead of saving the world, it has been reframed through the sign on the statue as All Might abandoning the world. And ever since then, he's been scrambling to prove that he is still here.

(There's also probably something here about Sir Nighteye telling him that he was going to die. Since Nighteye used his Quirk on him, Toshinori has been anticipating sacrificing his life for good. Knowing that his entire hero career is effectively a fight to the death has probably maximized his self-sacrificial tendencies.)

[wangmiao]

Shipper Tag Game

thanks so much to @godotismissingx for tagging me again!

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

i'll be honest LOL i was oblivious in stuff like this when i was a teenager. yes, i'd drool over celebrities and characters, but i never knew shipping was a thing.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

i got into the fandom culture very late, so my first ship was joseph chandler x emerson kent from whitechapel

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

i honestly don't remember. i got into fanfic pretty late too. maybe whitechapel as well?

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

nope

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

i don't really do discourse most of the time.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

i don't know how you define no-otp. like is it just something you don't ship, or you hate? there are ships that i don't like, and i just don't mention them at all on my blog. if you know that i've watched a show or film, but i never mention or reblog a popular ship from the show/film, that's probably my no-otp...

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

LOL i'm predictable, shi qiang x wang miao (shiwang) from three-body. i'm especially into reading fanfic recently. one of the first things i check every morning is if there's new shiwang fic.

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

shiwang has been living in my mind rent free for an entire year now, and i haven't gotten tired of them yet...probably never will...

recently i'm into cheng bing x pan dahai from the lonely warrior and tang chuan x shi hong from the devotion of suspect x.

and just to name a few other otps: guang hongfeng x zhou xun in day and night, lee joongyeop x cha jaehwan from chimera, lee chang x youngshin in kingdom; cheng fengtai x shangxirui from winter begonia, agron x nasir from spartacus, jack x ianto from torchwood, and my first whitechapel ship is always very important to me.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

i'm used to not having ships be 100% canon. what can you do? sigh!

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

can't really think of anything

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

can't think of anything either...

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

i don't really have one...xD...

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

definitely shiwang...i kinda stopped reading fanfic in early 2019 due to the original sin/原生之罪 drama and a family incident...i might have tried some fanfic occasionally, but i generally wasn't in a mood for fanfic until three-body aired in 2023.

another reason is back then, most chinese fanfic writers don't really use ao3, so lots of fanfic for day and night and original sin was on lofter and weibo instead of ao3. and it's a pain in the ass trying to track fic on those sites. but now, most of the shiwang fic would be on ao3. and because shiwang is very loved in cfandom, new fic never stops coming.

i do read western fandom fanfic too, but definitely not as much as the chinese ones ever since i got back into cdramas in 2017.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

give me all of the dilfslove or dld (dilf loves dilf) LOL.

enemies to lover is something i always like. though how you define "enemy" would be very different in different ships. i also tend to ship work partners (detective duos; cop & some kind of consultant; villain duos)

15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?

maybe the lack of chemistry? if i can't feel the chemistry between the actors, no matter how romantic or hot the plot is between them, i probably won't ship them.

tagging @bahoreal @xinxiaojie @yohankang @zhivchik @a-very-fond-farewell @randomingoftherandomness only if you haven't done this and want to do it; also tagging any followers who want to do this.

[mygeekcorner]

eight shows to get to know me. allegedly.

Tagged by @silversoulstardust

Babe what does this even mean??? What do you mean “get to know me”?? Shows that are the reason that I am the way I am?? That make people watch them and then go “yeah this explains so much about you”? Blorbos I project too hard on?? The vibes? The core memories??? The quoteability?? Which ones make me scream out loud the most?? What does it all mean?? You already follow my blog, you know which shows I'm obsessed with, but what shows do even give insight into anything besides what I like in stories??

But uh yeah. My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. Easy pick. Whatever reasoning you want from the potential meanings of this tag game up there, it has it. The first three seasons are so good! Though I did drop it when Twlight became an alicorn, that just felt too much toy-selling show to me personally, same with equestria girls. But like I grew up watching old school MLP (G1), and I adored it. Then I reach 20 and suddenly FiM (G4 for those keeping track) comes out and it is such a gigantic blast from the past and damn if I didn't get hooves over head from the start. I was obsessed. I was one of the “mods are asleep, post ponies” people. And the way they fucking based Pinkie Pie on me? Like right down to the Pinkamena rock farm backstory? Scary stuff right there I’m tellinng you. 

But 7 other shows to pick?

Monarch of the Glen is an old show, and I will admit that I haven’t Really watched it since I was in school but it has stayed in the back of my mind since I was like 10 so. I never cared for the main couple, as characters they are fine but even back then it felt like a “oh yeah, here’s two pretty people from opposite genders (and social status) and so we have to make them get together” which was Not what the show was about To Me! But just all the other interpersonal relationships? The parents romantic relationship? Top notch.  The struggle of trying to please your parents but still doing your own thing? Trying to find out what that thing is? It does never get old. Also I had the biggest crush on Duncan and that does tell you so much about my type still lol

Galavant released the trailer and at first glance everyone already knew it was a very Me show. I’m not sure what it says about me, but it fits me very well. With the sense of humour, disney references, bursting into unprompted song, wanting to dress like a ren fair character, horseback riding, daring sword fights. A prince in disguise! I mean what. I don’t project on anyone super hard, but I do vibe like crazy to the whole thing, and the soundtrack is a banger that never truly leaves my brain.

Scrubs might just look like the silly little doctor comedy show, and it is! But it also has SO MUCH heart and I just love the lessons it comes with. Again, it’s been a hot minute since I watched it so I won’t vouch for how well the humour has aged, but that was never the point of the show either. The point of the show was watching people care about each other in all different kinds of relationships and so many of the more heartfelt exchanges still live in my soul even now. Like that time JD went to the “evil lab guy” everyone was scared of because he didn’t want his patient to have what the results said they did and the lab guy asked “do you Think I made a mistake or do you Hope I did?” and JD just said “I’m kinda hoping you did” and the whole scene softened and lab guy did the test again. I don’t know, that scene has lived rent-free in my mind for like 20 years whenever I hope things aren’t as bad as they seem, hoping that some higher power lab guy will take pity on me and say they mixed some tests up.

Malcolm in the middle is again just that silly chaotic show from when we were kids - sibling edition - but again it just has so much heart and I don’t know. Watching it again as an adult, yes sure, it has aged, but the big bits stay the same. How the parents Chose each other every day. How the kids might beat each other up with bricks but wouldn’t hesitate to turn to arson if anybody else tried to do the same to their brothers? Yes, it means a lot and even though I might not have “learned” as much from it as Scrubs, it still resonates with me about how growing up felt.

Until We Meet Again because at my heart I am a hopeless romantic who wants to believe in soulmates. It’s a pretty recent show in general, and I only watched it a year ago, but it felt like it understood me more than I understood it, so it is on this list anyway. But I will always hope that if someone meant enough to you and you meant enough to them you Will find your way back to each other, in this life or the next. Not saying this show didn’t absolutely destroy me, I spent 3 hours just crying and shaking after the first episode, and I think I spent a majority of the show being a dehydrated little blob, but it was so worth it. To watch both timelines fall in love and choose each other? To watch the modern timeline have friends and be happy among more than just each other? Everything I could have asked for. 12/10. For real.

Not sure what Goblin has to say about me. We’re all depressed and deserve a good cry and a hug? I guess it means that there is always hope for things to get better, in some way. Even if it doesn’t come about as you thought it would, or when you hoped. But there is always someone out there who cares about you, whether or not you know they do.

I can’t believe I almost forgot about Black Books! Fran is me and I will turn into Fran if bf ever does leave me rip. For real. I even used to have a marriage pact with a friend who was just like Bernard that stated if we both reach our 40s and are single we can be drunk and miserable together. So many of these moments get referenced on a daily basis in our home, everything from how “on no accounts must they know the real you!” to the Cleaner. Yes, if you watch this show it will explain so much about me. (Please don’t do that)

Okay, yeah. This only took like 4 days to complete lmao. Might have taken it a bit more serious than intended, but the theme of the game is just to wide and I didn’t only want “these are the shows I’m currently obsessing over” cause yall already follow me and know which ones those are.

Anyway to pass this on - and feel free to not take it as deadly serious as I did unless you are so inclined - I am now tagging @krippe90 @jacquelinesrumbottle @hobbitsus @imaginarydragonling @tbiris @ablazenqueen @topcatnikki @7nessasaryevils @wanderingwistfulness @happygomadhatter @nevergonnafallfor @genderfluid-faerie-bf and anybody else who might want to play

Edit: added links to the shows~~

[snarkylinda]

*Slams table* Spencer's Cowboy AU on 15x7 is living rent-free on my head so I decided to expand on it cause it's literally so wholesome and adorable- take it as a sort of celebration of me finally ending the show? I guess?? I had yet to watch Face Off and In the End but that is technically the finale so-

Spencer only mentions what he, J.J, Rossi and Penelope's roles would be in this tiny little town, so I will go ahead and assume that the rest of the guys are fellow cowboys and cowgirls, because I am imagining the aesthetic and uh-huh, it's serving.

I am pretty sure the AU is meant to be the modern version of cowboys, who had mostly evolved to using trucks but Spencer Reid is Spencer Reid so he goes full old style and uses a horse (well, "uses" is really loose here, he mostly just walks beside it and ride with the other guys lmao think of the very few times we see him drive in canon for reference), so does Luke, because I am convinced he has a soft spot for every animal and horses are cool as shit; the rest uses cars or motos for practicably's sake but when it comes to it all of them can ride like crazy. Yes, even J.J. with her silly lil flower shop.

Emily became this sheriff-ish person shortly after Hotch stepped down to live on the camp with his son in peace, but she is mostly at Rossi's drinking everything he has and making jabs at the town's politicians and how much they take out of her- a really wasted sheriff ends up being taken back to her home in a horse as her roomies watch with concern.

And yes, Emily and Spencer are roomies on this. Everyone that is not married and/or with kids (tho I made an few exceptions-) is someone's roomie on this, actually. Because it would be CUTE and the whole thing on Spence's mind is that everyone is on the same small town and he is so right- On 13x15 Spencer is loafing around Em's apparent like is his damn house so lmao, more to who is who's roomie down below but let's just say that Aristoteles (Spence's horse) had been riding (riden?? I dunno english is dumb) by a really wasted Emily that by his actual owner. The fucking thing rolls his eyes at her.

Rossi works with Ashley Seaver, who until before he re-married Chysta was the only other occupant of his saloon/home- and even after he ties the knot still is, don't worry. I just think in canon that their bond is really sweet and I can't really see her as another cowgirl- so an fellow bartender it is.

And speaking of minor girlies- On J.J's shop, she works with Jordan Todd who takes care of everything when she is on matertiny leave (or just busy with the kids in general) and -after a bad experience with a violent robber- ex-cowgirl Elle Greenaway. Before meeting Will and stuff, JJ and Jordan were roomies but ever since she became a family woman, Jordan moved to Elle's (and they kiss because that would be cool-) a little, modest house near J.J's shop. Pretty much everytime some of the Cow-fellows got hurt or something doing their job they would work for a while at J.J's or Rossi's, but Seaver, Jordan and Elle stayed there cause they preferred that life.

And speaking of former cowboys/girls- there had been a number of them that had retired and sold their cattle and bigger lands to settle in and have a nice little family. As I mentioned before, Hotch was the Sheriff before deciding to devote his time to being with Jack most of the time, so he is enjoying that sweet retirement money on an lil house near J.J's shop so his son can grow next to his "cousins".

Kate was a similar case- after getting pregnant, she hang the rope up and started to work on the little market near her home, selling her friend's farms products.

Alex was a cowgirl for an while and actually taught Spencer some things, but after an stressed cow almost kick his fucking head off his torso she went full "nope" and started teaching at the town's one and only's college, she and James lives near Spencer and Emily's tho so occasionally they read together.

And finally Derek was something like Hotch's second on command for an while but after finding love and stuff he became something like the town's handyman, so he could spend more time with newly born Hank. He was Spencer's roomie before Emily but the night he left, Reid gave him one of his cows as an "never forget me" present so lil Hank could be raised near these critters they had loved so much and raised together for 11 years- everyone is all ".....he is literally moving next door- you can WALK to everyone's house here!" but that don't stop the not very straight hug and tears.

Yes, Gideon is dead on here too- sorry but Spencer without some kind of trauma ain't Spencer- he just fell out of his horse after it got scared by thunder. (hehe, giving lore to what Reid's deal with ridding Aristoteles is-)

Stephen is alive tho. He plays Jazz with his band on Rossi's and is overall living his best life.

Luke and Tara are roomies. He used to be Matt's but *points to the Derek and Spencer's segment* family and kids happened, so Tara moved in shortly after she left her fiance. They live on a farm on the other side of town- (the Spen&Em farm is near the congress, theirs is closer to the dessert's part of it) They mostly have sheep instead of cows tho, since Roxy here is a herding dog and Tara used to be a veterinarian before moving to town. She didn't knew she wanted to be a cowgirl in one of the Spen&Em's cows escaped and went wild on town and she didn't fucking hesitate to take Luke's rope and handle the thing- since she decided to make girlbossing with cows and sheep her whole path in life. Luke also does patrols across town to keep order and stuff, but his night duties are mostly.... trap cows that a very drunk Sheriff had accidentally let out of her own farm. Look she is trying ok? and it's really funny. During the day, since Tara looks after the farm when she is not serving cunt, he helps at Penelope's, which brings me to...

Like Reid said in the famous scene, she works in an animal shelter. PG looks after literally anything that moves- since dogs and cats to that one snake that Tara brought with her from her first job (much to everyone's horror but she loves Noddle so everyone can suck it) and while she didn't "like" Luke at first (quote "this town is not big enough for two cowboys" ignoring the fact she is friends with 3 active cowboys- cowpeople?....cowboys.) but after he brought her his dog and horse, they started to bond over it and she pretty much goes to his home every single night since his farm has the most animals (remember that Tara is a former vet-) and also because that ever since Derek got an life and Emily moved out of her little coon she had been feeling a bit lonely and there is so much that dogs and cows can help with that.

Matt is the only active cowboy with family- But that is because he is more on the rescuer side- like a firefighter, the cow on the name is just the aesthetic lmao- so his horary is way more flexible since he doesn't has to actually watch for a herd or an alcoholic roomie.

An overall, despite the constant storms and other incidents, because the general population is really fucking dumb, despite the occasional tragedy and how many times that fucking cow leaves the farm and makes everyone's lives harder- at the end of the day, Cowboy Spencer just sits on the grass, a horse that is more of an assigned driver that an actual horse by his side, a stressed Sheriff with a killer hangover that is begging him to help her fill the taxes and a book on his lap as he is trying to explain the depth of the Odessey to his cow Mildret, and everything is good.

[haysprite]

do you have any jeff hcs?

YES ! I love Jeff so much, he's my FAVORITE original survivor (Jill and Bill being my main favs), so I have PLENTY! He means a lot to me as a character as well, so I've put a lot of thought into him and his story alongside The Legion. Once again, a lot of these are my personal interpretation of Jeff's (and Legion's) stories, so just keep that in mind! I'm just grateful I have a good chunk of lore to work with here unlike Legion 🙏

• He didn’t have that many friends during high school, he mostly kept to himself and did his best in his classes. When he lived in Ormond, though, he did interact with Joey, Julie, and Susie a little bit, mainly Joey since they were in a lot of the same classes. He enjoyed talking to Joey every so often, who also tended to stop by the store he worked at to rent movies to watch with The Legion. I also feel like he barely knew Frank, who he immediately did not like all that much

• When not at work or school, he’d typically lock himself in his room and mess around on his guitar, which he picked up rather quickly, both learning songs he enjoyed as well as making his own

• Most of his art at first was just rough sketches and doodles of people (from either school or customers at the store he worked at) and objects he’d find laying around at first, though he started to experiment a lot with cartoonifying them and drawing random shit from his mind as well

• He had a LOT of fun working on the Legion’s mural, spending as long as he needed to make it as perfect as he could. He was super surprised that anybody would wanna commission him, but super grateful since it felt like a huge stepping stone for him

• He has a fascination with Norse mythology, and used to bury his nose in books when he was much younger. A lot of this shows up in his artwork, especially later in life when he started revisiting this interest of his

• Though he was grateful to not have to listen to his parents' constant fighting after moving away with his mom, he absolutely hated how lonely he felt, having nobody at school to confide in. Even when he’d focus on his art and music, he’d struggle to find as much joy in it as he used to, though he continued to work on them since he didn’t wanna give up on the main sources of happiness in his life

• When on the road with his bandmates, he felt nothing but free, having finally escaped the silent hell that was high school and embracing the exciting music filled life he knew he had ahead of him

• Whenever they were stopped to perform one of their shows, Jeff would find something or something to draw or paint to remember the area by, like a memento, so he’d always have that memory

• As rough as the fight he got into was, he didn’t necessarily regret it due to having helped somebody out instead of just standing by and watching them get hurt. The pain is still hard as hell on him some days, and he doesn’t particularly enjoy the scar he was left with, but he refuses to look back at his life with regret.

• Though he missed his band mates and being on the road, he absolutely loved going to art school. He made new friends and found his true passion in his artwork, finding the happiness he had been looking forward to for so long.

• He listens to a lot of heavy metal when he works on his art, finding that it gives him a lot of motivation and drive to keep creating, even when he’s a bit frustrated with his current project

• He LOVES his dog so damn much! He’s such a dog person, and always dreamed of having one, he just never had the opportunity to do so until he finally settled down. That dog was his best friend, and kept him company whenever he was working at home

• Losing his dad was pretty rough on him. He hadn’t seen him since he moved away from Ormond, and did have some regrets about not visiting him a lot. Finding that guitar meant a lot to him, and he found himself confiding in music a lot more than he had in a while

• He had heard something about the body found at the old lodge and the four teens going missing after he had moved, but he knew very little about it other than knowing Joey and the others were gone. He was a bit upset and confused by this, especially since he had known them, though he ended up forgetting about it after a while, only being reminded after he returned to Ormond

• He defo owns a motorcycle, which he loves riding around whenever he’s feeling overly stressed, the feeling of the cold wind as he rides around calming him down

• He designed a good majority of his tattoos, which he spent forever designing since he wanted them to be perfect before getting them permanently drawn onto him

• Absolutely HATES listening to people fight, since it reminds him a lot of his parents. He tends to freeze up before going into fight or flight mode when he hears or sees a fight break down

• Most of his wardrobe is made up of band shirts and jackets, a lot of which he collected throughout his time out on the road. They all mean something to him, cherishing each and every one, and he also loves how comfortable they are. Some of the shirts from his band were ones he even designed himself 

• Hates the idea of cutting his hair and shaving his beard, since he both loves the way they feel, and also feels like they’re what makes him *him*

• Autism :) His special interests are heavy metal, art, and Norse mythology (listen,,, he’s my fav original survivor, let me have this lmfao)

• He enjoys inspirational quotes a lot, and has a bunch taped around his room/house, just so that they’d be there whenever he needed to look at em

• He’s just a very chill guy to be around, and will always be there for anybody that needs him. He always has great words of wisdom to share, and gives great hugs as well

• He’s not much of a show off, but he absolutely loves talking about his art and the thought and meaning he’s put behind every piece of his

[dairy-farmer]

The I didn't know I was pregnant show still lives in my head rent free after watching it years ago. Now that you bring it up, I desperately want a fic with Tim giving birth seemingly out of nowhere! Of course in my mind, the baby is Bruce's but nether Tim or Bruce know how it came to be - which really?

Really.

So Tim, when he gets injured seriously is given a sedative that knocks him out completely. Absolutely nothing can wake him up! And Bruce? Maybe he's attracted to Tim, maybe he fantasizes about forcing himself on Tim, but he's not going to act on those feelings! Except those nights Tim gets sedated from those serious injuries, Bruce sleepwalks to Tim’s room.

And then sleep fucks him.

Tim is is too much pain the next day and too out of it on medication to notice something isn't right. Bruce wakes up feeling an odd mix of refreshed and fatigued. Alfred says nothing and cleans up Tim discreetly when he notices because he assumes it's a consensual I Almost Lost You thing between them. And maybe it's wrong, but Alfred would rather them find a reason to keep on living than to lose both of them.

And then Tim, who has been having stomach cramps for months, who keeps putting off telling Bruce about his abnormal fatigue and ravenous hunger, the slight pudge in his stomach from what he assumes is fat from overeating, he wakes up one day in serious pain-

And now there's a baby.

Tim, who is looking up at a slack jawed Bruce standing in the doorway with wide eyes, goes "I didn't do it!"

And Bruce recovers enough to say "Obviously you did."

And after Tim and the Baby are cut from each other, after a discrete trip to the hospital with only a few people in the know and everything's fine enough to bring Tim and his baby home, Bruce goes down to the cave to run bloodwork and find out who the father is since Tim won't or can't tell him.

When the computer dings Bruce is left staring at the results that declare Bruce the father of Tim's surprise baby.

And no matter how many tests he runs, it comes up as Bruce each and every time.

He takes so long that Tim sneaks up behind his shoulder and promptly loses it at the sight of Match: Bruce Wayne.

In the face of a semi-crazed Tim, Bruce can only put his head in his hands and say "I didn't do it" to which Tim replies completely deadpanned, "Obviously you did."

WOW WOW WOW WOW WOOWWW WOW WO YES YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!!!‼️‼️‼️😩😩😩😊😊🙏🙏🙏🙏💯💯💯🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ !!!!!!!!! 

just the absolute drama contained within the reveal it has me frothing at the mouth 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩!!!!!!!!!!

tim never tells anyone about feeling off because it would get back to bruce. even if his brothers or alfred swore they wouldn’t tell him it would still find a way to reach his ears.

bruce is...invasive. he’s nosy. well he’s always been like that even in tim’s robin days but it’s gotten worse.

tim gets it, he really does. he really freaked bruce out after getting the everloving shit beat out of him.

bruce had broken through the skylight just as the gun was fired at tim’s head. it missed, barely. grazed the side of his skull and blasted off some hair. purely superficial, a skin wound but tim had bled badly enough that by the time bruce has straightened up tim neck and chest were glistening with red.

and bruce had...frozen.

the trip back to the manor was a blur. tim’s body was just one big bruise that he’d hardly noticed bruce’s trembling hand resting on his thigh as he was strapped into the passenger seat.

tim had only been half aware, his eyes blinking away unconsciousness until he couldn’t stave it away anymore. the next memory tim had was waking up three days later in his own bed.

nothing broken. surprisingly. 

hairline fractures on some of his bones, a few bruised ones. some tenderness in his abdomen but nothing ruptured. he was covered in cuts that stung from the antiseptic and itched from the gauze taped over them. 

tim was bruised. 

heavily. 

by the time he woke up every bit of him was spotted purple and blue.

he looked a lot worse than he was. but he felt a lot worse than he looked.

every bit of movement hurt. every bit of him ached. he felt like every injury he’d ever gotten as a vigilante was compacted onto his body and pulsing through him with a pain he couldn’t describe.

it was bad.

alfred must’ve seen that because when tim asked for more pain meds he gave them to him. 

but alfred was still very stingy with that kind of stuff. 

he gave tim enough so that it didn’t hurt. but not enough so that he could sleep. tim wanted to crawl out of his own skin. every involuntary shiver or twitch had had him biting back a little sound or going absolutely breathless at the dulled throbbing he could feel from his body even if he couldn’t feel the aches associated with it. tim felt swollen up like a balloon that’d been filled with air. he just felt...wrong.

it he moved too suddenly or tried to push himself up the pain would break through the drug-induced haze and knock him back down with tears of pain.

tim didn’t want to be awake. he didn’t want to feel like this.

normally tim would ask his brothers to sneak him something to help him catch a few hours of shut-eye while recovering.

but it was damian’s week with the titans so he was in san francisco bossing around kon, cassie, and bart.

dick was chasing down an old rogue from bludhaven that decided to go international and the last tim heard, jason was somewhere in the caribbean for reasons he still hasn’t worked out.

it was just him and bruce caring for gotham for awhile. 

something that hadn’t happened in years.

maybe it was the guilt of not having been able to respond to tim’s beacon in time, or the sight of him laid about and letting out occasional moans and whines of pain that did it.

but when tim asked if bruce could sneak something out of alfred’s closely monitored drug cabinet, he agreed.

in hindsight, there was a very good reason behind alfred being the only one among them who had access to the miniature pharmacy they had in the cave.

when you get hurt as often as a vigilante, when pain becomes your every waking moment- it’s hard to not develop a dependence on pills that offer some kind of relief.

alfred was their safeguard from that very slippery slope of addiction.

bruce had been the one to implement it after having to learn the lesson the hard way when he first started out.

going through detox and withdrawal from venom had required him locking down the cave for weeks. 

nevertheless, bruce returns with two small orange pills pinched between his fingers and a small glass of water that he carefully tips back for tim.

tim blinks up at bruce one...twice...and the third time it’s to the sound of a water basin getting rolled into his room in a small cart by alfred.

tim is still going in and out of sleep as alfred gently strips off his pajamas and peels off his bandages to be changed.

tim whines, furrowing his brows as alfred gently wipes him down.

tim lets out an occasional hiss when alfred jostles a particularly tender spot. when alfred peels down his shorts and...wipes between his legs tim pointedly looks away even though part of him wants to flinch at the heat and ache like he was bruised down there too.

even after years of being taken care of by alfred he had still never quite shed the thin veil of embarrassment. 

though it doesn’t last when alfred bends his knee to clean between where his thigh and torso connect and tim nearly shoots up at the tenderness that tears at him.

it’s a bad week. 

every night bruce stops by to check on him and to press a pair of pills to his mouth.

bruce had been haggard that first day tim had woken up.

his skin had been gray, dark circles had been under his eyes. he’d turned white when tim had weakly blinked up at him from his position on his bed.

bruce hadn’t been sleeping alfred tells him. 

he’d always had trouble but it’d gotten worse lately. badly enough that he now had a nightly prescription just to keep him knocked out long enough to get some rest.

tim thinks of the orange pills bruce gives him. he thinks of alfred who counts every bit of stock from the drug cabinet yet he hasn’t said a thing about tim being able to sleep through the night despite being in a fair amount of pain.

tim’s guilt is lightened by the fact that bruce always seems a little better every night he comes to visit tim.

the dark circles are just a little less black, his appearance just a little less haggard. there’s still an air of exhaustion to him but tim can tell that he’s getting at least some rest.

but as soon as he no longer needs the pills, tim doesn’t use them.

it’s a month before tim is more mobile. he’s stuck doing desk work until he can get better. getting put back on patrol is still weeks away but tim keeps busy.

by the time he’s able to return to his normal schedule tim is...weird.

he can’t quite explain it. he just feels odd.

there are mornings he wakes up and is hit by such a horrendous wave of vertigo that he can’t even get up.

it’s not an unusual development. head injuries are weird. and while tim’s hadn’t been noticeably severe it’d still been bad enough that bruce was still hovering over him.

there was a furrow in his brow whenever tim was present, his eyes lingering even more on him. he’d even be the one to insist that tim remain benched for an additional two weeks.

it’s...not quite excessive. but it is intense. bruce is a very intense person so really it was more of a natural reaction.

but tim knew what bruce’s ‘concern’ meant and if tim was being honest...he liked his independence.

he liked that he was allowed to roost in his own nest and was left to his own devices most of the time. 

he called his own shots. 

he was his own man.

but it was still nice to return home to the manor to fresh sheets and a warm dinner. and with an aching body that was still recovering tim wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

he liked the little things about living in the manor. like catching a half hour more of sleep in the morning since bruce would drive them to the office and tim could pencil in a quick nap on the way there.

plus since tim was in the manor he didn’t have bruce ringing his phone, sending constant texts, or showing up unannounced.

but still, it was a handful of months after tim’s near brush with death and the injuries from that night were surprisingly slow to heal.

or at least, the symptoms hadn’t fully cleared away.

not that bruce knew that.

tim had noticed he’d gotten into a habit of checking in on tim. just creaking his door open and peeking his head in to see tim on his laptop or texting on his phone.

bruce had never been a parent who vouched for personal space. tim learned that very well as a robin.

it’s not that tim didn’t appreciate bruce’s concern. it’s just that he didn’t want to make it worse and put himself under a microscope if he admitted how he hadn’t exactly...bounced back to prime condition.

tim’s back ached. in the same way it did when he sat in a really bad position for a long time.

 sometimes his body would just become so strangely exhausted even if he’d been swinging between buildings and darting up fire escapes without a second thought the night before.

tim couldn’t sleep. no matter which way he tossed and turned he just felt so uncomfortable.

tim was never much of a takeout person but now he abstains completely because he gets heartburn. a lot. everything gives him heartburn now aside from a few things like ice pops.

alfred had raised a brow at tim’s diet changes but said nothing. something tim was grateful for when he saw the consequences of it on the scale. tim’s always been pretty small and any additional weight is pretty obvious.

but the natural bagginess of his clothes and the protective padding from his suit means its invisible to everyone but him.

it’s just a little bit of pudge around his middle. just puppy fat really.

tim could use a bit of weight anyway.

but that doesn’t explain how sometimes when tim twists a certain way, turns, or bends over he gets this inexplicable...throb inside him. like the echo of something. like someone is banging on a hollow drum in his gut.

bruce and alfred said there’d been no internal injuries. the scans of that night were still on file in the batcomputer. tim checks them himself after one particularly bad sleepless night where he just tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. nothing. not even any internal bleeding despite how horribly tim had felt while recovering.

tim wasn’t sure what was wrong with him.

because, logically, nothing should be.

but he can’t deny how OFF he feels.

it gets to him sometimes, when he’s thinking too deeply.

he knows the rest of the family eye him with wariness when he snaps at them for something out of nowhere. damian had made a particularly poor-taste jab about him being on his period but dick had shut that down pretty quickly.

it keeps going.

this...condition.

it doesn’t fade away with time. in fact...it gets worse.

maybe tim should've said something. told bruce or alfred about how he hasn’t felt fully himself since that night and he’d like another scan. it could be something physical or even psychosomatic. tim hadn’t known what he looked like that first week. 

he’d known it’d been bad. 

he’d known it was the reason bruce had been hovering over him more. but he hadn’t truly "known" known.

maybe tim would’ve been more willing to be honest if he did.

maybe he wouldn’t be pale and sweating, frozen on his bed as another organ-deep throb ripped through him.

tim had been feeling shitty all morning. from the second he woke up.

just an odd throbbing inside him that persisted. the ache came from his lower abdomen. it was sharp and very hard. it had tim white-knuckling the sheets under him and shakily breathing through it until the wave of pain passed.

tim was trembling, chills going all down his body. his teeth were practically chattering like his room was in the north pole despite the fact that tim was sweating buckets. 

sweat drenched his face and neck, staining the front of his shirt. his legs were steamed up by the sweatpants around him and tim didn’t hesitate to kick them off even though every upper body movement had him freezing and whining in pain.

tim had stayed up in his room the whole day. he hadn’t gone down for breakfast or lunch, he was pretty sure he’d even missed dinner.

tim had a habit of locking himself in his room and coming out in the middle of the night to forage for food so tim’s three meals were usually left in the fridge alongside a note with his name taped to it.

he was regretting that habit now given that it was the reason no one had come to check up on him. they probably thought they were doing him a favor by letting him sleep in.

they were probably completely unaware that tim was lying frozen in his bed letting out occasional cries and whimpers of pain because he was half sure that his appendix had burst.

the symptoms fit.

lower abdominal pain. tenderness. a fever. pain.

LOTS of pain.

tim bit down on his pillow as a particularly horrendous throb ripped through him. his hands flew to his tender lower abdomen, bending his knees while he dug his heels into the mattress while the ache flashed through him.

tim was breathing. slow steadying breaths through his nose as his hands trembled on his stomach.

he wanted to cry out for bruce or alfred. even damian, dick, or jason.

but he couldn't.

their rooms were soundproofed.

a single beat passed and tim’s eyes shot open when he felt something...’pop’ in him. followed rapidly by a gush of water racing down his thigh and pooling between his spread legs.

tim froze. he remains in place like an herbivore that just realized he was being circled by a predator.

oh.

oh shit.

bruce is the one who finds him. 

tim was late for patrol. a rarity. the rest of the family was already suited up and pacing. damian had been trying to convince bruce that they should just leave without him but he’d refused.

so he’d thrown a robe over his suit, because alfred hated them wearing their suits in the manor, and made his way upstairs.

tim didn’t hear him come down the hall nor did he register the call for his name.

he was a bit...preoccupied.

he did hear as bruce knocked on his door. and he heard the turn of the door handle.

but he’d done nothing to stop the approach or prevent bruce from peeking his head in.

only for him to be greeted by the sight of a white-faced, panting tim cradling a dark haired, pink skinned baby screaming its head off. 

maybe it was the shock of the situation that tim hadn’t been able to do anything but just stare at the infant in his arms. the infant he’d just given birth to.

and maybe it was the sight of bruce in the doorway, body frozen and staring at him that had pushed him into action.

either way, tim couldn’t explain the sudden eruption of fear from his heart as he met bruce’s eyes. some young, kiddish part of him couldn’t help but flood his mind with flowing stream of ‘i’m in trouble i’m in trouble i’m in trouble oh god i’m in so much trouble-!’

despite having freshly finished his own screaming tim still managed to rasp out through a sore throat-

“i didn’t do it!” 

it’s a piss poor defense but an automatic response in the face of him getting caught by his parent doing something he most certainly was not allowed to do. 

bruce blinks. his expression flashing briefly dumb like he was processing what tim had just said.

bruce stares at him. just stares at him.

“obviously you did,” he replies, eyes briefly narrowing on him.

the baby in tim’s arms gives another discomforted cry and both their eyes fly down to them. tim is reclined all the way on his pillows, the tiny tiny baby’s little limbs flail, striking tim weakly on the chin as they rest on his chest.

tim couldn’t have just left the baby there on the mess between his legs. the combination of blood and fluid that pooled on his bed. what if the little baby had drowned?

but tim is still startled at every sound that the little infant makes, flinching at every flash of a little gumless mouth letting out creaky cries. the newborn baby gasps for a breath and that’s when bruce moves into action. 

as startling as the scene had probably been to stumble on bruce still managed to leap into action. if there was one thing to be said about bruce it was that he could maintain a cool head even in the most stressful situation.

he picks tim up, one hand on his back and the other under his thighs. at the feeling of suddenly being lifted tim cradles his sobbing baby closer to his chest, wrapping shaking arms around them.

“alfred!” bruce yells as he makes his way down the stairs. “alfred i need you to bring the car around now!”

alfred, to his credit, stumbles only little when he rounds a corner with his brows furrowed in concern to the sight of tim holding a crying baby and tracking blood and fluids down the hall.

tim wonders why they don’t go down to the cave. why they don’t call leslie rather than bruce stuffing himself into the backseat alongside tim and tugging out one of the spare phones they keep in the car and dialing up the director of gotham general hospital on the drive there while pulling out one of the spare changes of clothes he keeps tucked away in case of a quick change.

tim doesn’t ask those things though. because, to his credit, bruce seems just a little stressed.

“is it superboy’s?” 

tim stares at bruce sitting on the chair by his hospital bed, still in a bathrobe but changed into civilian clothes.

alfred is on the other side of the curtain in tim’s private hospital room, on the phone with dick who called inquiring about where they’d all gone.

“-ospital with master tim....no he’s quite alright he’s just been seen by the doctor it’s just that ahem, it appears that master tim has had a baby.”

tim can hear as dick pauses on the other side of the line. 

“is it impulse’s?”

tim’s eyes dart back to bruce who is staring at him with unfettered focus. the blues of his eyes look nearly black with how hard he’s staring at tim.

“i already told you i don’t know.” tim replies tiredly. and it's the truth.

bruce’s lips purse and he narrows disbelieving eyes on tim. 

as soon as the doctor had cut the cord between tim and his daughter (his daughter, tim had a daughter) and given him a clean bill of health bruce hadn’t held back on the interrogation.

asking tim how he could keep this from them, how he could hide this, who was the father-

all while tim was slowly getting cleaned up by a small team of nurses that definitely weren’t getting paid enough.

tim replied to each question with some variation of not knowing.

because he didn’t.

he had no fucking idea.

tim gets to repeat his answers when his brothers show up in his hospital room half an hour later with the same questions spilling from their lips except with more anger, confusion, and tears.

tim is slowly growing angrier with each of them until a soft cry, awakened by all the noise shuts them up.

all of a sudden everyone’s eyes focus on the baby curled to the exposed skin of tim’s chest. they’re a wrinkly little thing. like a raisin. their skin is a bright red almost bruised color that nurses assured tim would go away in time.

every time tim looks down at her it almost doesn’t feel real.

he’s a parent.

a mama.

holy shit he doesn’t have anything ready for her at all. not a single toy or outfit, not diapers or bottles. 

he doesn’t even have a car seat! 

will the hospital even let him leave without one?

they’re concerns and thoughts that follow him the rest of the day and into the next even as he’s being loaded into the car to take him and his daughter home.

when tim walks into his room at the manor he’s greeted by the satisfied air of alfred, jason, and dick who proudly present the newly outfitted nursery.

damian isn’t looking at him at all, too focused on the renaissance style portrait of a unicorn he’s painting onto tim’s walls.

if there was one thing tim loved about it his family- it was that they hit the ground running.

tim doesn’t see bruce when they return to the manor. he registers his presence in a very vague way but tim doesn’t seek him out.

not until after he’s consumed every bit of information he could get his hands on for the first month of a baby’s life. tim is about nine months behind on research and is determined to make up for it.

his baby is too exhausted from being born to make any noise aside from an occasional whimper and some fussing. tim keeps her nearby and close alongside a timer to wake her up for her nursing.

babies need to eat often. and tim’s baby is especially small so she needs all the food she can get.

once the clamor over tim having a baby faded away, questions turned to how they hadn’t known.

how tim hadn’t known.

“you didn’t gain any weight,” dick marveled, “ i thought you were supposed to get all big with a nice cute bump! you looked exactly the same!”

that wasn’t quite true. tim did gain some weight. about ten pounds. and he’d had a little bit of new pudge but not enough to catch anyone’s eyes.

bruce hasn’t left the cave since they arrived home and tim’s sure he’s downstairs typing away and figuring out the identity of the father. 

something they’re all uncomfortably aware of because none of them ask tim about it.

tim hopes bruce does figure it out because it would be news to him.

tim knows bruce had likely collected a sample from the umbilical cord for testing while at the hospital and he doesn’t begrudge him for that. it’s better than bruce trying to prick his baby’s finger or trying to take a swab of her little mouth.

even if it is still uncomfortably invasive.

but tim’s used to that. he’s accustomed to how bruce is. 

but by the end of the day bruce still hasn’t come up to lecture or inform him of anything because the more tim reaches into his memory the less good it looks.

timeline wise tim was still very much injured when his baby would’ve been conceived. by the time bruce had rescued him tim just been returning to consciousness but still fading in and out.

after returning to the manor tim was hardly in a state to be...taking visitors.

it looked bad.

it implied stuff that everyone else would probably rather not think about.

but when tim makes his way down to the cave he does it because he needs to know.

he won’t love his baby any less no matter who the father is but...maybe it’s be better to know.

his baby had a head of dark hair and sleepy eyes of color yet to be determined. as she grew up she’d develop freatures unfamiliar to tim and he needed to...fuck. he needed to know where they came from.

bruce isn’t moving when tim walks up behind him. he’s seated tensely and staring at the monitor.

tim doesn’t announce his presence. he doesn’t have to.

because the noise that crawls out his throat when he sees what’s displayed on the screen does it for him.

‘Paternal Line Match: Bruce Wayne'

bruce flinches at the sound, a testament to just how out of it he had to have been to not hear tim coming up behind him.

he turns around in his chair just as a jumble of words and sounds come flowing out of tim’s mouth, most notably ‘what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck’

bruce is up, raising his hands and trying to calm tim who is...is fucking SPIRALING.

“tim, wait- i’m looking into this and i think it might be some kind of mistake-”

tim lets out a clucky disbelieving laugh because bruce, lucius, and barbara have all personally fine-tuned this machine and there’s no fucking way it made a mistake. especially not on something as simple as a paternity test.

based on bruce’s cringe he can probably see just how much of a bullshit excuse that is.

bruce’s hands pinch between his furrowed brow and lets out a sight so deep tim feels it in his soul.

“i know what this looks like tim but i swear to you, i didn’t do it.”

the universe has a sense of humor and it’s never been more clear for tim than in that moment.

“obviously you did.”

bruce’s expression briefly flickers to pained before his eyes drift down to the floor between them.

bruce is his baby’s father. he and bruce had a kid together. bruce got tim pregnant.

somehow.

it takes a few minutes but tim gathers himself together.

he and bruce pick themselves up and dedicate two pairs of detective eyes to the case. 

they plot out timelines, compare notes, and locations. bruce has been especially protective of his genetic material since talia pulled her stunt with damian’s birth.

but any way they spin it, try to calculate it, try to rationalize it- they keep hitting a wall.

that the timing didn’t work out.

tim was injured and bedbound around the time it would’ve happened.

tim was in and out of a pained haze and bruce doesn’t remember doesn’t recall because he was also struggling through a rough patch since he was getting used to a new medication.

the memory strikes tim suddenly. invading his mind with the image of those two little orange pills that had offered him relief by putting him to sleep.

bruce’s pills that he’d shared with tim.

when tim brings it up something flickers in bruce’s expression. his expression which had been so stern and focused falls. his face goes white and-

“i had dreams.” bruce swallows, “very...realistic dreams of...of you tim. of you and me and we...”

bruce hesitates but he doesn’t have to say it because tim gets it in an instant.

in some cases, in very rare cases, ambien has possibly been linked to sleep-driving and sleepwalking.

alfred had said that bruce had been having some trouble sleeping. lack of sleep, interrupted sleep, stress, genetic disposition- there were a number of factors behind a person sleepwalking or being susceptible to it and bruce checked every single mark.

bruce operating on medicine that had sleepwalking as a possible side effect, him already suffering from interrupted or difficult sleep patterns. tim’s dosage would have kept him under, kept asleep even through the haze of pain from his injuries.

bruce swallowed, his eyes going distant as he was lost in realization and memory.

“i always woke up feeling so...refreshed and...satisfied- i thought it was just because the...content within the dreams i didn’t think, i didn’t know that i was...was...”

“fucking me?” tim offered.

bruce winced, his full body curling into the movement.

tim could see the turmoil in bruce’s form without having to ask him. the conflict in his expression, the way his eyes kept darting back between the monitor’s results and tim. 

tim had known bruce a long time. he know how he worked, how his mind worked.

he knew how he could get too into his head, too wrapped up in his guilt and the 101 complexes that ran his mind and dictated his life.

maybe part of tim was still a bit hesitant, a bit...weirded out. but a much bigger and louder part of him was hyper-focused on bruce. on the clenching of his fist and the hard line of his jaw. of the way he could just see how bruce was withering up in guilt from the knowledge of what he’d dreamt and what he’d done-

and tim he....he already knows what he’s going to do even as his mouth opens without his permission.

“well, better you than anyone else i suppose.”

bruce startles, shoulder jumping and turning to look at tim who meets his gaze.

tim is playing with fire. this is not an easy situation and it’s certainly going to be difficult to explain to dick, jason, damian, and alfred.

hell the rest of the family, gotham, and other capes are going to want to know too.

and bruce...bruce is a surprisingly honorable man.

he won’t deny being the other parent to tim’s child. he won’t cover it up and he won’t lie about it.

bruce is just...that kind of person. he’s not someone who covers his own ass when he fucks up. he owns up to stuff 100% of the time.

this ins’t something he’ll lie about and tim knows that.

so he needs to fix this. help the situation, and arrange it so that bruce isn’t painted some horrible villain when it all just boils down to a mistake. an accident.

bruce hadn’t indicated that the fantasies he thought were dreams were something unwelcome or even something unknown. having sexual desires is natural and normal, more so if its directed to someone you’ve spent a lot of time with, developed a deep emotional connection to, and who you feel understands you.

for years he and bruce had only had each other for company. feelings were bound to bloom be they affectionate, paternal, sexual, or even romantic.

but bruce had never acted on them.

despite likely being aware of them he hadn’t acted on them outside of what he believed to be a dream.

bruce was going to be beating himself up about this for years unless tim intervened, unless he offered him a role that would turn him, from victimizer to savior.

poor timothy drake. seventeen and pregnant. alone and a soon-to-be single mother to a little girl. could you imagine what they’ll say about him? what they’ll print about his daughter and the father who’s not in the picture. oh, poor timmy drake. just another sad (pathetic) little teen slut who spread his legs for the first boy who said ‘i love you’.

but then here comes bruce wayne.

influential and wealthy enough to support them both, to do the honorable thing and marry the poor kid he took in years ago and who got in over his head. who was left heartbroken and alone to take on the major role of being a parent while stil a child himself. what a wonderful man that bruce wayne! 

bruce doesn’t see himself as a hero. he doesn’t equate himself to superman or wonder woman or the rest of the justice league. he thinks he’s too dirty, too underhanded and dark.

but sometimes, on occasion, tim catches the edge of wistfulness on him. just the barest brush. so much of bruce is still a kid at heart. and what kid didn’t want to save the princess and ride off to the sunset?

bruce’s pupils grow bigger as tim creeps closer, keep his body loose and unassuming as he pushed bruce to sit back on his chair.

“i can’t do it myself bruce,” tim whispers to him, hearing the soft echo of is voice that bounced around the cave. “i...i need you to help me, i can’t...i can’t do right be her on my own.”

bruce shivers, something heavy flashing across his expression as he stared up at tim with eyes that softened before immediatly going flinty with edges of regret.

“tim i...you need to know that my feelings towards you aren’t entirely...appropriate.”

bruce bites down on his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth.

“if i...if i’d had better control over myself then i never would’ve put you into this position. know that it’s my greatest regret- doing this to you, taking away your choice-”

“it’s okay.” tim soothes him, stroking a gentle hand through bruce’s hair just like he does to his baby. look at that. he was already a natural mother.

bruce shivered under his fingers, eyes sliding briefly closed before snapping back open.

“tim, i...i’ve done something horrible to you-”

“maybe,” tim shrugged, stepping closer, settling in the space between bruce spread legs. “but i’m okay with it, so long as you take responsibility.”

bruce swallows, his eyes are dark and tracking tim’s every movement as lets bruce’s chin press to tim’s stomach and chest. where he’s still a little pudgy and soft. tim feels bruce’s mouth press against the pplushness his eyes slipping closed for a brief secon before he’s tilting his head back to look at tim.

“anything, i’ll- anything tim. i want to make this right. let me make this right.”

tim’s fingertips danced with the sensitive outer corner of bruce’s ears.

bruce’s eyes were half-lidded, his blown pupils locked on tim’s face. he looked nearly delirious as he followed tim’s hand moving his head and allowing tim’s small hands to cup his cheeks.

“are you sorry you got me pregnant?” tim asked lowly, voice a near hum as he stroked his thumb against bruce’s cheekbone.

bruce’s eyes closed at the contact, letting out a small hum.

“nnnm no.”

“no?” tim asks softly. “are you sorry you didn’t fuck me in your right mind?”

“hnnnmm yes.”

tim let out a soft breath, letting it ghost across bruce’s lips as he pushed their foreheads together and stares into the dark abyss of bruce’s eyes.

“what was it like? tell me. i want to..i want to know what it felt like.”

bruce’s lower lip trembles and tim feels every movement of bruce’s mouth against his as he talks.

“you were mmn you were so tight-” bruce says the word with a longing hiss, “you swallowed me right up, took me in so well. i watched mmnn watched as you parted open for me and you were so pink, so cute.”

tim lowered himself onto bruce’s lap, pressing his sleep short covered ass to bruce’s thighs. bruce’s hands flew to his hips and tugged him closer, letting tim’s achy pussy feel the growing chub of his cock. tim had gotten enough pain killers to feel numb down there and bruce was definitly not going to be putting anything inside him for a good few weeks but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little reminder.

bruce let out a low groan, closing his eyes as he tightened his hold on tim’s hips.

“i fucked you so hard tim-” bruce said hoarsely, “i thought i was going to break the bed and you just lied there and let me, you were nnghh so. hot.”

bruce punctuated every word with a gently grind against tim’s puffy, exhausted cunt.

even aroused it seemed he had enough sense to not be too rough with him.

tim hummed.

“would you...like to do that again?”

bruce stared at him and tim inched closer.

“do you want me to let you fuck me pussy hard as a thank you for taking care of us bruce?”

bruce’s breathing got heavier.

“do you want to hit it raw like you did last time? want me to let you come inside? fill me up? make me full?”

tim pressed their cheeks together, feeling bruce’s trembling hands squeeze him so tight.

“do you want me to close my eyes so it looks like i’m sleeping?”

tim whines when bruces threads fingers into his hair and uses the grip to yank him back so bruce can kiss him.

eager and frantic as he pressed his hot tongue into tim’s mouth while raising his other hand to squeeze tim’s tender breast. tim hisses a bit but swallows back pained sounds, letting bruce massage the mounds.

tim’s chest had been getting even more puffy and tender and now he finally knew why. it was so he could make sure his precious baby was fed and happy.

bruce ruts against him, thrusting his hips and grinding into tim’s thigh, gripping his tit and kissing a panting line down his neck.

bruce is like a teenager. just a squeeze of a tit and something to grind against and he was arching up to cum in his pants.

tim wraps his hands around bruce’s neck, pulling him close, letting his breathy whimpers be heard as bruce jolts and ruts against him with every spurt that coats the inside of his pants.

“say it bruce,” tim whispers, “say you’ll do right by me.”

bruce groans as he burys his face into tim’s neck.

“yes,” he pants. “yes of course tim, anything you want-”

maybe it’s manipulative. maybe tim is wrong for doing this. but he’s secured bruce’s reputation and his baby’s future and that...tim will never feel sorry about doing that.

[sculptural-renaissance]

SGU Week Day 2 (I promise I can count; I'm just behind!!): Favorite Character

Leave it to me to get fixated on a character who only shows up in 4 episodes of a show that got cancelled 12 years ago. 😫 I thoroughly enjoyed SGU from its inception, but Amanda Perry is what took the show from something I really enjoyed to my current hyperfixation (yes, it's her fault I'm here, this fictional lady). She lives rent-free in my head. 💖

(Also fair warning this is gonna be long as hell)

I'm aware that her primary function is that of "love interest," but her character resonated with me on a much deeper level. Maybe I didn't travel a billion light-years to be with the person I love, but I did move 1,000 miles away from everything I knew to make a life with the man who became my husband. I know what it's like to feel rejected because the person you love shows their love differently (though I've been married for almost 6 years now after 3.5 years of long-distance, and then a lengthy engagement, so I know from experience that loving differently doesn't mean loving less). I know what it's like to feel like I'm not valued as a person, though in my case, I was mistreated because I'm autistic as opposed to being paralyzed, and I was regularly used and taken advantage of for my musical abilities, with little respect for my health or needs. I wasn't a person, I was a thing. I've been targeted by people I couldn't fight back against, even for things I didn't do. I know what it's like to be left behind for a lot of social milestones (driving, dating, etc.) I know what it's like to finally find that one safe person who sees you for you.

Amanda is relatable as hell to me. I do want to focus on her specifically in this post, though obviously her romantic endeavors are a factor. Tbh one of the main reasons I like her so much is, in addition to all the other stuff I just mentioned, is that she was the one to initiate things with Rush. I have little dating experience, myself, but I was the instigator in most of my relationships, especially with my husband. Gotta love those ladies who are active instead of waiting around for a guy to make up his mind!

Anyway, I make a lot of SGU memes and dumb lil comics that I share on Facebook, and a decent chunk of them are about Amanda (she even has her own multi-episode arc!!), so I'll share some of them here. I guess if people like them, I can put them on tumblr. I'll add that the vast majority of my content takes place post-stasis, so this Amanda inhabits her own meat body, cloned from DNA the SGC had on file, and is not a computer ghost or a body-swapper with questionable ethics. 😂

I have generated A LOT of memes lmao

Well that didn't turn out to be a metaphor for anything... 😏 I didn't catch this the first time, but I ugly-laughed on my second watch-through.

When the lockdowns were first imposed in my town, I had no idea what that meant, and I was literally about to get in my car and commit a crime because I thought my husband was going to be trapped at work for 2 weeks. Obviously, that wasn't the case, but I felt this scene.

Since my brain has chosen to attach itself to a character with minimal backstory, I'm obligated to fill in the blanks. One thing I find disappointing in media is that even the nerdy women tend not to have nerdy interests, which absolutely is not what I've experienced in real life. My thought is that Amanda was already something of a prodigy ("Little Miss Brilliant" probably isn't a nickname you get for being a regular genius lmao) before her accident, probably skipped a grade or two in school, private tutors in math and science, that kind of thing, and was later homeschooled before starting college as a teen. She was probably pretty lonely because of that. I'm not quite a "genius" (I have a Master's in music and an Etsy shop, and I uhhhhh make memes about an old TV show for fun), but I am a former gifted kid. Even though I took gifted classes from 4th-12th grade (academics, not that pull-out enrichment crap), I felt very lonely even among my gifted classmates, and I struggled with making friends throughout school because I was just too different. I was weird. I liked weird stuff. The girls were mean. The boys that were my friends didn't like the girly stuff I enjoyed, so I had to lock that part of myself away to fit in. The kids a grade ahead of me obviously left, and the kids a grade below me didn't want to keep in touch when I moved on to high school or college. It was lonely. I see similar things in Amanda's brief appearances. She's on the Destiny for 3 weeks, and she pretty much just sticks to Rush because he's "safe." She tries to be friendly with Eli, but he ends up making fun of her, and he's not very nice to her later on, either (sometimes for good reason; she's my fave but she's no saint). TJ isn't exactly in a position to be socializing during a complicated surgery, so she gets a pass. 😉

This was rambly, but my point is that a lot of lonely nerds are drawn to sci-fi, even the girls. I know for a fact that I'm projecting, but come on, she designs hyperdrives. You really gonna sit there and tell me she never watched Star Trek? 😂

As a side note (oh boy even more rambling), in my fan content, she and Eli have a very sweet friendship based on their shared nerd interests. I really don't think they'd get along in canon as things were left.

Speaking of sci-fi, I like to think that, after getting recruited for the Stargate program, Amanda watched all of Wormhole X-treme to prepare herself. I also like to think that no one else on Destiny's crew has seen it except Eli, who saw a handful of episodes randomly. I just really need him to see a stargate for the first time and be all like WOW JUST LIKE WORMHOLE X-TREME 😂 These are two separate excerpts, one mentioning the show and tying it back to actual events in SG-1, and the other showing a snippet of an episode. Replicators are kinda like Legos, so of course the humanoid Wormhole X-treme versions would be Lego people (I'm not creative, I'm just silly).

Going back to feeling lonely, I do think Amanda would be pretty imaginative, even if she's kinda one-note. In a fic I'm working on, she confesses that all of her fantasies involve Rush and having working legs (disclaimer that there's obviously nothing wrong with using a wheelchair and that disabled people can and do have fulfilling romantic relationships and sex lives, but it seems clear in the show that she would like to be able to walk again, so I have stuck to that for this particular story), and the narrative quality of her fantasies is very much on par with dollar store romance novels. She reminds me a little of Tina from Bob's Burgers and her "erotic friendfiction," so I made a few crossover memes. That's Tina's copy of "Buttloose" in the 4th panel. Panel 3 is also a borrowed quote from Tina. I do think Amanda might struggle with tidiness since she spent a good 25 years not being able to pick up after herself at all. I also struggle with this due to executive dysfunction and growing up in a borderline hoarder environment, so I guess I'm projecting again RIP 😅

No, really, Camile, what do you mean????

I guess in Amanda's defense, she doesn't find Rush off-putting in any way since he's not unnecessarily mean to her. 😂

I'm not sure if I'll ever complete my fic, but one thing I'm exploring, both there and, to a less complicated degree, in my memes, is Amanda's use of the neural link while she's a computer ghost. In Seizure, she seemed to use it with ease (apart from that one colossal fuckup lmaooooo), and I'd really like to see what she could do with it after her file is no longer quarantined. I've done a lot of cringe rambling and infodumping (congrats to anyone who's actually made it this far), so I won't go into detail, but she does work on expanding use of the link so she and Ginn can use it at the same time and connect to multiple people so they can socialize and function more as crew members instead of something like a guardian angel or familiar spirit. I'd also like, as mentioned in a previous post for this event, if she could help Lisa "see" again via the neural link. Another possibility, as alluded to in the above photo, is making "holograms," which aren't really holograms, but are more like skins for the ship's AI. What's cooler, accessing a medical database in the infirmary, or asking the EMH from Voyager to give you the info you need? If you're a loser like me, it's absolutely the second one.

More backstory!! My hc is that Amanda's parents were killed in the accident that paralyzed her (on the way to some math tournament with the high school mathletes or something idk I'm a musician I don't know what STEM people do for fun), and she was raised by her grandparents. We all love to make our faves suffer, and I'm no exception. This is just a silly little comic, but there is a certain sadness of being intellectually advanced but emotionally immature, something common among gifted kids and neurodivergent people (and I'm both, wheeeee). Things are thankfully getting better now. I love seeing more acceptance. But it was difficult in the early 00s when I was a teen, and I'm sure it would have been harder for Amanda in the '80s and '90s. It's also difficult when you have to rely on someone else for transportation, but they are unwilling to take you places (I went nowhere in college except school and church and my parents were still always mad at me, which is weird of them because they actively discouraged me from driving and would not teach me or help me get over my fears, so uhhhh yeah).

Last one~

So yes, I'm definitely salty that my top 2 SGU ladies got fridged twice (Ginn's my second fave because of course she is). I do think it opened up a lot of interesting possibilities for both characters, but as the show was tragically cut short, we have to rely on fan content. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make here is that Amanda and Ginn would have been fine had Amanda simply studied Bobby Hill's Guide to Self-Defense. Yes, it's bad, but I am a bad person and I generate irreverent things.

If you made it this far, then congratulations, you're an obsessed weirdo like me!! I know Amanda isn't exactly popular, nor is SGU, especially not so long after the fact, so I don't really expect anyone to read all this. If you do, I hope I was able to convey why she is so special to me. If nothing else, I hope you enjoyed the memes.

Also this took me like 5 hours to write, Jesus Christ I need to sleep

[woozi]

helluu yza <333 🫂🫂🥰🥰🥰

i've been doing good overall <33 it comes and goes hddjkd last year ended up leaving a sour taste in the mouth, it's been quiet since 2024 started, not liking it but can't do much to change it either, can you tell i have a hard time letting things go lmao?it'll eventually get sorted out (i hope)

ANYWAY, i decided to join letterboxd community, i am a complete movie person now (if you wanna be moots there lmk), the recent one i watched was "call me chihiro", do watch it when you can, i liked it, AND AND AND there's this indian movie called "three of us" (2022) i'm still recovering from it, people who think 2521 was traumatic wouldn't be able to handle this movie at all, it's about this woman going back to her home town with her husband for a visit after something happens to her, to recollect herself and she meets her childhood friend there 😭😭😭 IT'S LIKE PAST LIVES MOVIE BUT ALSO KINDA DIFFERENT. i love both of them equally. please do watch it if you can't find link i'll send it you <333 there's too many gems i've been finding out about after making an account on letterboxd. ( also i finally watched kiki's delivery service, i had been meaning to but kept delaying it, it's soo good, the kid with specs annoyed me lmao but i got over it quickly (in the sense that i didn't care much about him or his plot hdjskss)

we can always pick up our movie hangouts, feel free to lmk on disc or even if you want ro reach out to say something 🥰 it'll reach me faster compared to here im not much of a tumblr girl anymore it seems

what's new with you? how are you doing?

i hope you're well

i find myself humming to wait so much these days, it's funny because when it was released i listened to it and then never looked back 😭 ( fake carat booo fake ot13 booo 🍅🍅🍅🍅) now it stays rent free in my mind as i go about my day, the dance break towards the ending is so so good, i've been also enjoying yugyeom's album esp summer blues it's so my kind and OMG YES I WANTED TO ASK WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON BIBI'S BAM YANG GANG? 🎤 (atp i feel like i should call myself bibi stan)

thank you for even replying back even though you don't really have to hddjsk i missed you too 🫂 you're so kind to me always <333 sending you more peaceful and good weather days, i hope you are also finding space and time for pausing in between the chaos around you 🥺💌

MA CHERIE 🥺🥰😻😘😚😍♥💜🧡❣💝💞💟💌❤💛💚💙🖤💓💖💗

i'm so sorry to hear that :(( and if it's any consolation, it really is as they say!! all things really will come to pass, it's just a matter of time <3 hope u know i'm always here to lend an ear as well i lov u 🥺

ALSO LOVE LETTERBOXD REALLY IS A FILM GIRLIE EXPERIENCE FDJKJFDJKFD i unfortunately dont have it (shame on me as a prev film major LMFAO) but i'd love to be moots i'll create an acc for u <3 ALSO LOVEEEEEEEE THESE RECCS I'M TAKING NOTES!!! also still dk why 2521 was So Sad for people, i really loved it and just thought it was realistic 😭 AND KIKI'S!!!!!!!!!!!! that was also super fun for me and i loved jiji's little love story line SOOO MUCH

also felt abt that </3 I WAS ALSO JUST GONNA TELL U ABT DISC GJKFDKJFDKJ we really r soulmates atp <33 think i've also been away from tumblr since jan of 2023 now 😭 i honestly just come back during times when my love for the sebongs is Monumental and bc there r svt nets who still dont have admins 😭

the past year has also been super rough for me so i really get u when u said u hope things will sort themselves out soon FDJJKFD but i'm sure it will on both our ends!! that's just how life is sometimes. thank u for checking up on me <333

ALSO SO REAL ABT JUST CHECKING OUT RELEASES AND DIPPING DKJSJKDSS I LOV U SM!! AND I REALLY LOVED ITTTTTTTTTTTTT, think it showed a v different side to her <33 ((although the lyrics are Very Much still bibi, it's just the melody and presentation that gave her a new spice)

AND WHY WOULD U EVEN THANK ME 😤😤😤😤 i should be thanking YOU for the gift of friend chip <33 hope the days r also kinder to u, i'd fight ur demons if i could 😡 LOV UUUUUUU LET'S HANG OUT AND WATCH MOVIES AGAIN TGT SOON <#3333333333333 MWAH

[malboraslihan]

okay i hear you on that concert shit LMFAOOOO like that sounds rough!! but i'm glad you got to see her so many times<3 okay yes literally obsessed with rachel and tom right now........ had to go rewatch tbosbas like 2 days after initially watching it because i was so into it! and i absolutely LOVE having muses for so long - and especially dob from teen wolf era! brother you've been through it huh<3 i'm getting a lot of good info here...... lot of good info! i'm rapid fire throwing questions at you now. what sort of music would you use to describe patrick (like if you already have a muse playlist, feel free to use that!), what faceclaims would you love to see more resources for, what has been your favorite thing about rp/tumblr for you, and what's some of your favorite movies and why! - ss

please <3 thank you! it's been a long time coming for real, the eras tour was my first tswift tour cause it's the first time she came to brazil rip. but honestly.. i've been wanting to rewatch tbosas ever since i saw it for the first time and the songs from that movie are living in my mind RENT FREE. i can not forget rachel belting can't take my charm out of nowhere... insane. i'm gonna be real with you and say my playlists almost always include taylor swift songs only cause... that's mostly what i listen and draw inspiration from. however.. around the time i made patrick there was one song i always used for edits and that was skyfall by adele. specifically the lines you may have my number, you can take my name but you'll never have my heart as well as the bridge cause it truly represented his feelings towards his twin sister and everything they've faced together to me. other songs i can name are kiss with a fist by florence and the machine, whatever it takes by imagine dragons and if you could see me now by the script. those are probably old as fuck but they're the ones i can remember the most. as for faceclaims i wish had more resources... honestly that's so hard cause i usually jump in to make resources of people i wanna use when they have absolutely none LKADJASKL but recently i became obsessed with adim farah, a turkish show and derya pinar ak who's an absolute beauty but has too little resources. matthew noszka, who's one of my favorite white boys of the month and michael yerger who's also a white boy i love and been wanting to use because i became obsessed with cowboy books. alfie enoch, he's in so many things and the lack of resources that isn't from how to get away with murder is insane.. kazuha from le sserafim, minnie from gidle and god, huh yunjin with her new ginger hair cause they're favorites of mine right now. my favourite thing about writing on tumblr/roleplaying has always been the collaborative aspect of it cause i work constantly with screen writing and while it's amazing to use my creativity i feel that roleplaying truly gives me an opportunity to develop ideas and characters more thoroughly whether it's through plotting or just writing with others. i always feel like my most developed muses are the ones that i created and used through group verses / group rps cause the “forced” interactions with other characters always helps me get to know them more and think about different paths of thoughts and quirks they could have as well as add more to their backstory so it’s always the most fun. i'm always a big big big sucker for group verses settings because of this. i'm almost done.. i promise, i'm rambling too much in these and i promise i'll try to stop KSAJDL but as for movies, i'm very much a horror girlie. my all time favorite (and comfort movie tbh) is scream. but some of my other favorites are the shining (1980) and psycho (1960). i've always been obsessed with the horror genre, mostly cause my cousins would make me watch horror movies when we were younger and spent every summer break together.. chucky is one of my favorite movie characters of all times, i just love him and the movies are some of my favorites as well. i'm a stephen king girlie through and through, even if the most recent it movies aren't the best thing ever i still love the characters so much.. and honestly one of my favorite films ever made is stand by me (1986), i literally cry every single time i watch it cause the whole friendship / growing up and growing apart situation is so beautifully done. the i never had friends like i did when i was 12 quote truly is my roman empire i think about it twice a day.