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🌙 starring. Jaehyun x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. “I mean, what if we make a deal? For every ‘A’ you get on these three tests in November, I’ll eat you out till you’re begging me to stop. And in December, if you pass your physics final with a grade above eighty-six percent, I’ll fuck your brains out.”

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, pussy eating, foreplay, face grinding, dry humping, breast worship, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, using sex as inspiration to study, no nut november, blue balls, dirty talk, praise, multiple little sex scenes, big dick Jaehyun, slight phone sex, mentions of masturbation, teasing, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

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🍭 aus. Uni au, fuck buddies to lovers, no nut november, etc…

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One:

Jaehyun can tell something is off with you, and despite you being someone he holds at a distance with the label ‘fuck buddy,’ he actually cares about what’s going on in your head, especially when it’s clearly taking away from your enjoyment of him.

He’s not the type to bring something up mid fuck session, but when you both finish, he takes the opportunity to address it.

“You seemed distant today,” he notes.

You release a deep sigh. “November is coming up, I’ve got three big tests and then finals in December, and I’m just… I’m feeling overwhelmed.”

The two of you had decided to keep a purely physical relationship with the idea of focusing on school. You both feel as if you’re too busy with your studies to put as much effort into dating as you’d like, so you’d come to an agreement to fuck whenever you’re both needing it, and keep other things as surface-level as possible.

Despite this arrangement, Jaehyun knows he would be the biggest asshole ever if he didn’t act as at least a friend to you. He has massive emotional walls that he keeps fortified, but there’s no harm in checking in with you. Besides, stress relief is a cornerstone of your relationship, and if his cock couldn’t dristract you from the issues in your life right now, maybe being an avid listener can. 

“What class?” he enquires.

“Fucking physics,” you groan, falling back against your bed and covering your face with a pillow.

There’s a reason Jaehyun had chosen Marine Biology instead of a more mathematics-based science when he got to university. Hell, the intro to physics class in first year had nearly killed him, so he understands where you’re coming from. 

“Well…” Jaehyun swallows thickly. “My frat is doing the whole ‘No Nut November’ bullshit, and we both know I don’t like to lose… but just because I can’t fuck you to destress you, doesn’t mean I can’t eat you out and make you cum as a reward for doing well in classes.”

“Huh?”

Jaehyun laughs, shaking his head. “I mean, what if we make a deal? For every ‘A’ you get on these three tests in November, I’ll eat you out till you’re begging me to stop. And in December, if you pass your physics final with a grade above eighty-six percent, I’ll fuck your brains out.”

You stare at him, the cogs of your mind working clearly behind your inquisitive eyes. “What if we agree on an above eighty average instead of eighty-six?”

“Nah, has to be eighty-six, what kind of floozy do you think I am?” Jaehyun jokes.

“Uh… the kind that just dicked me down without me needing an eighty-six average?”

Two:

It’s November, and while the idea of using Jaehyun as encouragement to study had seemed like a good plan to begin with, you find yourself distracted by the notion of him. Numbers and calculations give way to thoughts about the frat boy studying marine biology, and after struggling with it for an hour, you give yourself a breather to unpack everything.

You and Jaehyun have had an on-again off-again fuck buddy relationship for a little over a year now, and in that period, you’ve fucked only a handful times. With Jaehyun, things are strictly business. There’s not much foreplay, not much chit-chatting- it’s entirely about you both getting your rocks off as stress relief, then going your separate ways.

There’s a part of you that’s always thought extensive foreplay is less of a fuck buddy type of deal, and more of a budding relationship experience, which is why it’s generally been off-limits.

Having a man’s dick in you is one thing, having his mouth on your pussy while he’s neglected, looking up at you and doing his best to make you cum without any pleasure for himself- well, that’s something else entirely.

Neither you nor Jaehyun like to be selfish in this arrangement you have, it’s always a mutually beneficial interaction.

But… if you let him eat you out for doing well in physics… if he doesn’t get to cum or be touched at all… then that’s you being selfish, and the flip side is, he’s being selfless with you. 

Selfless has never been a word you connect to the idea of fuck buddies- and sure, some men love eating out women, some men get super turned on from that, but… you worry you’ll just be blue-ballsing the poor man. 

You never want to blue-ball Jaehyun. Despite your relationship being surface level - except for when he’s buried in your guts - you care about him. And you think it’s this care that has made you put up walls.

You’d agreed when you’d met that neither of you wanted a relationship. You wanted easy sex when it was convenient to you both. No strings attached, no emotions, no foreplay- although, that last caveat was never something verbally agreed to or discussed, moreso of an offshoot of the entire arrangement. 

In an odd way, letting Jaehyun eat you out while he gets nothing in return will be a new stepping stone for your dynamic, and you’re not quite sure where the path it creates might lead. 

Three:

You open your door with a grin, holding your most recent test in your hand. Before you can even tell Jaehyun the good news about your eighty-six percent - on the dot, mind you - score, he’s grabbing you and pressing his lips to yours.

A laugh tumbles out of you as you drag him into your apartment, kissing him back eagerly while the door shuts.

He feels so good, and your body immediately reacts to him, your nipples pushing up against the fabric of your thin night shirt. Jaehyun notices, because his hand comes up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing against the bud and making you moan.

When his lips move to your throat, you take the opportunity to speak. “You don’t even know what score I got on my test.”

“You wouldn’t have called me over if you didn’t get an eighty-six or above,” he notes, breath hot against your neck as he licks at your sweet spot.

“What if I brought you here to beg, to plead for that eighty average to be acceptable?” you tease.

“Begging is really not your style,” he insists, his hands moving down to your sleeping shorts to roughly tug them down.

“Looks like I won’t have to beg for this, though.”

“A deal is a deal,” Jaehyun tells you in the most earnest tone, and it makes you giggle.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”

“No, I’m eating you out here.”

A moment later, he’s lifting you, setting you onto your kitchen island. The cold surface feels good against your hot skin, and it’s hard to breathe properly as Jaehyun pushes your thighs open.

“Lay down,” he instructs, “and let me give you your reward.”

Four:

“So… This time, I got a ninety,” you tell Jaehyun, holding your phone close to your chest so he can hear you clearly as you meander around your apartment.

“Well, look at you go.”

You can hear the smile in his voice, and it has your body tingling with excitement. “When can you come over?”

“Just finishing up a few things,” Jaehyun explains. “How about nineish?”

“But that’s a whole four hours away!” you groan.

“Somebody is eager.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I was sitting in class and taking the test and all I could think about was your mouth.”

“Yeah?”

“Was getting so wet while doing fucking physics calculations- thinking about your tongue, and the way you hold me down when I cum. You’re a guy who just knows how to eat it, and it’s kind of making me go crazy.”

“Did I mention I’m at the gym right now?” Jaehyun asks, releasing a choked cough.

You grin, moving to sit on your couch. “Gonna sport a stiffy while doing bench presses, Jae?” 

“Pretty close to that, yeah.”

“All I’m saying is- you could be a great tutor, if you gave out sexual favours to all the cute girls who need help.”

Jaehyun laughs. “I feel like that would put me on a career trajectory that has nothing to do with marine biology, and I’m not spending all this money every year just to not use my degree.”

“True, true,” you sigh. “Anyways, I guess I’ll be waiting to see you at nineish.”

“Try not to touch yourself before I get there,” Jaehyun warns. “Or it defeats the purpose.” 

Five:

You’d been shocked to discover upon receiving your third test back, that you had somehow managed to score the highest in the entire class. And now, you’re even more shocked to find that Jaehyun has a few cunnilingus tricks up his sleeve that he hadn’t shown you in your first two strictly oral encounters.

His face is buried between your thighs, his lips wrapped around your clit while his fingers are pumping into your wet core. He angles his digits upward, crooking them in a way that has your whole body tingling-

He’d told you he wanted to make you squirt, you know, as a real celebration after your high marks, and at first, you hadn’t quite believed it would happen.

You’ve never squirted, and no man has ever taken the time to work that sort of thing out of you-

Yet here you are, feeling the first few dribbles splooshing out of your core and onto Jaehyun’s fingers.

It’s an intense pressure, but a completely welcomed one, and it makes your entire body tense with pleasure as he continued to finger fuck wetness out of you, his mouth never leaving your clit.

The sounds you’re making are obscene, but you can’t help yourself, can’t bring yourself to care about noise complaints or people hearing you-

You deserve this after scoring so well on your physics test, and you’ll be damned if you tell Jaehyun to stop or slow down.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun groans, pulling away from your clit to look down at you. “That’s it, baby, let it out.”

God, his dirty talk? It’s gotten better- or maybe you were both just not very verbal before, maybe when things were strictly business you were both holding back a lot of talents in the sexual scheme of things.

You release a whimper, more squirt gushing out of you and onto his hand.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Jaehyun tells you, his mouth returning to your clit.

The past few times, losing yourself to him eating you out had been easy- but this time, you’re aware that finals are looming on the horizon. You’re not going to see Jaehyun for a couple of weeks, and after pleasure like this, you’re not sure you have the patience to wait that long.

You’re also keenly aware that this will be the third time Jaehyun leaves your house with blue-balls, and while he doesn’t make a big deal about it, you still feel bad.

This whole thing has definitely gotten more complicated, and you have the sneaking suspicion that when finals are over, and you finally get to fuck- they’re going to get a whole lot more confusing.

Six:

Jaehyun is about four hours into studying for his marine biology final when your ringtone sounds through his room.

He releases a groan, because sure, you’re a welcome distraction- but the mere thought of you is enough to give him a half chub and about two hours of distracted thoughts.

“Hey,” he sighs, answering his phone and putting it on speaker next to his text book.

“Hey,” you respond. “Studying?”

“Yup, you?”

“Trying to study,” you release a deep breath. “So… No Nut November has been over for a couple of days, how are you feeling?”

Jaehyun groans, putting his head in his hands. “Like I’m about to bust.”

“So come over?”

Jaehyun’s gaze turns to his phone. The temptation is overwhelming- and he can almost imagine how good your wet pussy is going to feel around his cock- how big his load is going to be when he buries it deep inside of you-

“We both know I can’t do that,” he sighs.

“Why not?”

“I told you, I’m not a floozy.” Jaehyun can’t help the chuckle that escapes him at his own words. He kind of enjoys this whole teasing game of not being the guy who puts out unless you do well on tests. He also kind of enjoys it when you release an irritated sigh.

“Be serious,” you insist.

“In all seriousness,” Jaehyun says. “We both know we can’t see each other until after our finals in three days.”

“But three days is so long away! That’s like seventy-two hours from now!” 

“You’re not going to be awake for all seventy-two of those hours though,” Jaehyun grins.

A grumble escapes you. “You know what I mean.”

Jaehyun can feel his cock beginning to rise in his pants, and he knows he has to cut this call short-

“Well, if you’re not going to come be my stress relief, maybe I’ll have to do it myself,” you tell him.

“Huh?”

“I’m rubbing my clit right now, and you wouldn’t believe how fucking wet I am for you. Been thinking about you for hours.”

“Fuck,” Jaehyun groans.

“It would be an awful shame if you didn’t come and fuck me stupid.” 

“I’ve got to go,” the marine biology major says, and it takes every ounce of his determination for the words to leave his lips.

“For a frat boy, you can be such a prude, Jaehyun.”

“I’m just focusing on something we both agreed a year ago. We both said school comes first. We both said grades above sex, and I’m just keeping us both in line with that intention.”

“I’ll try not to be too upset about this, because you’re right, and I hate that you’re right,” you sigh. “Good luck studying, I’ll see you in seventy-two hours.”

You hang up, and Jaehyun lets out a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding.

He looks down at his rock hard cock, which is pressing up against the fabric of his sweat pants, and with one last surge of determination, he goes back to his text book. 

Seven:

You finished your final two hours ago, and you’re now just laying on your couch. Your mind is pretty much blank, your body exhausted- and that’s when there’s a knock on your door.

You release a groan, forcing yourself to your feet.

While you know you’re going to see Jaehyun sometime soon, you definitely don’t expect him to be on your doorstep, and you’re at a loss for words as you stare at him.

“How bad was your final, baby, you’ve got a whole ‘thousand yard stare’ going on,” Jaehyun grins.

“You’re here,” you force out, so shocked that you still don’t know what to say.

“I’m here, and even though your final is done, it looks like you need stress relief.”

A tingle rushes through you, and you nod eagerly, pushing your door open wider so he can enter your apartment.

“How- how was your final?” you ask.

“Wasn’t so bad,” he shrugs, “And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying marine biology is easy, but it’s not physics.” 

“Jae?”

“Uh huh?”

“I’m so exhausted.” The words come out of your mouth and you break a little, your shoulders slumping. “I won’t have results for a couple of weeks and I don’t know if I did well, and I know you have this whole, ‘I’m not a floozy’ running joke thing-”

“Baby, I’m here to fuck you, don’t worry about getting an eighty-six percent, I’m taking care of you right now even if you failed. Do you think you failed?”

“I don’t think so-”

“And you were highest in your whole class on the last test, so let out a breath, shake off the anxiety, and for the first time in two months, let’s just enjoy fucking, okay?”

“Okay.”

You let Jaehyun grab your hand and he leads you to your bedroom. Once there, he begins to kiss you. He cradles you against his chest, and it’s the most passionate lip lock you’ve ever shared with the marine biology major.

His hands stroke your body, and it’s not some quick tearing off of clothes- no, this time, it’s clear he wants to go slow. 

You stroke his muscles, massaging his shoulders through the heavy fabric of his hoodie. The motion makes Jaehyun groan, and he removes the layer, tossing it onto the floor before wrapping you in his arms again.

One of his hands moves to cup your cheek, and he slowly guides you to your bed. He lays you down before getting on top of you. Your thighs wrap around his hips, and you groan at the first amount of pressure on your sleeping short covered core.

The kiss deepens, but it’s not the kind of erratic and eager lip lock, it’s calculated, passionate, and in a way- loving.

Jaehyun cares about you, of that, you are certain. He cares enough to make this experience an act of worship, of self care, to balance out the absolute shit show that was your physics final, and you really appreciate the attention to detail that he’s putting into this.

His hand slips under your shirt, toying with your breast.

You’d been planning on having a nap, so you’re only wearing a shirt and shorts, no underwear or bra, and the sensation of his fingers playing with your nipple is the most relief you’ve had in a week.

You whimper, breaking the kiss to wiggle under him, hoping for more pressure on your pussy.

Jaehyun’s lips move to your throat. “Proud of you,” he whispers. “I’m sure you did well today.”

You don’t even know what to say, all you can do is moan in response, your brain too fried from your exam to think of words.

“Gonna get you naked,” Jaehyun tells you next. “You good with that?”

“Yes, please.”

Jaehyun pulls away, adjusting so he can slip your shorts off. You work on your shirt, and in moments, you’re naked for him. Then, Jaehyun begins to strip, joining you in nudity before getting onto the bed again.

His lips find yours, and his hand slips between your thighs. His fingers tease your clit, making you whimper against his lips.

If this was Jaehyun from three months ago, his cock would already be inside of you, and you’re reminded again that a November full of foreplay has changed your relationship. He’s more caring with you now, and you kind of love it, especially after the day you’ve had.

His digits slip into your pussy, working you open, and his palm continues to put the right amount of pressure on your clit.

His mouth moves to your throat, giving you space to moan and fill the room with sounds of pleasure.

He begins to do the motion he did when he made you squirt, and soon, that pressure in your abdomen is reaching a breaking point. You can feel the small gush as it wets your inner thighs, pleasure consuming you with the release.

Jaehyun descends to your breasts, sucking on your nipple gently before continuing to kiss down- he gets all the way to your pussy, and he pulls out his fingers in favour of licking your slit.

You whimper desperately as he takes position between your thighs, hands massaging the muscles there and keeping you pinned as he eats you out.

When you look down, you notice his eyes are closed. He’s fully immersed in the act of pleasuring you, and it makes everything feel better.

You give in to the sensation, mind going blank, body going numb except for the feeling of intense pressure that’s beginning to build in the pit of your stomach.

His lips suction around your clit, tongue flicking the sensitive bud, and your own hips begin to wiggle. You’re grinding down against his face, breathing hard as your orgasm becomes closer and closer-

There’s a difference between squirting and a clit orgasm, and while squirting had felt really good, this is about to feel even better.

You try not to put pressure on yourself, and that’s something you’ve learned this past month with Jaehyun.

He could stay between your thighs for half an hour and not get upset that you haven’t cum yet- however, you know it won’t take that long.

You give in to the feelings in your body, focusing on the pleasure as it builds and builds-

“Jae,” you whimper. “I’m close!”

He growls against your clit, sucking even harder, and that’s when you explode.

You release a gasp, the tension in your abdomen snapping as your clit begins to throb, sending delicious pleasure surging through your entire form.

Your thighs threaten to close around Jaehyun’s head but he holds you steady, working you through your orgasm.

The feeling of his tongue on your core isn’t one you ever want to give up, and Jaehyun’s the type of man who doesn’t like to lose- no, he continues to eat you out until you’re finished, until you’re pushing at his head, begging for his cock.

“Please, Jae,” you whimper. “I need you so bad.”

“I need you too, baby,” he nods, swallowing thickly as he adjusts on the bed, getting between your thighs again.

He looks down at you as he positions the head of his cock against your pussy. 

There’s a wordless agreement between the two of you as you stare into each other’s eyes, and Jaehyun slowly pushes into you.

You gasp loudly at the stretch, grabbing at his shoulders to steady yourself.

Nothing but fingers have been inside of you for a month, and the stretch is perfect as Jaehyun’s large cock fills up your core.

“Good?” Jaehyun asks with a grin.

“So good!”

His lips find your throat, and he sucks on your sweet spot, making you grip his shoulders even tighter.

Nothing has ever felt this intimate. You’re clinging to Jaehyun like a life line, your hearts trying to push through your pressed ribcages to meet, as if they were always meant to be one.

There are a thousand emotions bubbling up inside of you, but none of them can be vocalized, all you can do is pant in his ear as he lavishes on you, taking away all your stress. 

He begins to fuck you, starting slow as your body adjusts. You can hear him groaning as he licks your sweet spot, the muscles of his shoulders tensing with effort as he holds himself over you.

You get the sneaking suspicion that he’s very much holding back- that this slow build up is torture for the man who hasn’t gotten his cock wet in over a month.

“Let go, Jae,” you whisper, stroking his hair. “Fuck me stupid, you promised you would.”

Jaehyun releases a groan, pulling away from your throat to look down at you. “After all of this, we need to talk.”

“Huh?” your heart sinks in your chest.

“It’s nothing bad,” he’s quick to assure you, obviously having read your scared expression. “Just, fuck- look, I’ve been thinking- this month has proven we can get good marks and also be fucking, be more than fucking- and I just- I was thinking maybe we could try actually dating, if you wanted.” 

“Jae-” your voice cracks.

“You don’t have to answer now-”

“Let’s do it,” you nod. “I want to try that with you.”

“Thank god.” You can practically see the relief in the way he exhales, and then he presses his lips to yours, beginning to fuck you even harder.

You wrap your arms tight around his shoulders, kissing him deeply as he rails you. Your whole bed is shaking with each powerful thrust, and the pleasure of his cock inside of you mixes with the emotional ecstasy that had been triggered by the notion of dating.

You seriously feel like you’re on cloud nine, and it’s such a massive contrast to how you’d felt even an hour ago.

This man can change your entire mood, and you kind of love that. All your stress has melted away, because of his targeted effort to lift you back onto your feet after such a devastating final exam. 

He cares about you, you can feel it in the way his hips move, the way his lips caress your own. You can even hear it in his deep groans, all his inhibitions going out the window as he gives himself to you completely.

There’s also something to be said about fucking missionary.

When you’d first had sex, you’d done it doggy, not wanting to be staring at each other, not wanting to feel too emotionally connected as you looked into each other’s eyes-

So much has changed in the best possible way, the two of you pressed chest to chest, pressed so tight it’s as if you want to consume each other.

You’re connected, like puzzle pieces, and each thrust has Jaehyun hitting a spot deep inside of you that makes you feel so completely whole.

You’re both gasping into your kisses now, the tension rising by the second-

“Fuck, I haven’t cum in so long-” Jaehyun groans, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against yours.

“Then fill me up, Jae,” you whimper, stroking his hair and strong shoulders. “Give me all of it.”

“Fuck.”  

“I want this,” you tell him. “I want you so bad.”

He lets out a shuddery breath, and then he kisses you, grunting deeply- the last three thrusts are powerful yet erratic, and his entire body shivers as he falls over the edge. You can feel him filling you up, shooting rope upon rope of cum deep into your core.

Your legs wrap tightly around his hips, keeping him buried to the hilt inside of you, and you press kisses along his face, stroking his hair.

His orgasm lasts five or so seconds, and you can tell from the tension in his muscles that it’s an intense one. He all but slumps over you when he finishes, breathing hard against your skin as he buries his face by your throat.

“Fuck.”

“You can say that again,” you laugh. 

Usually, when Jaehyun and you finish up having sex, he immediately goes home and you go to shower, but today, you hold him close, keeping him wrapped in your embrace.

Neither of you say anything as you wait for your hearts to slow down, and you continue to press little kisses along his skin.

“How about we shower then cuddle and watch a movie?” you ask.

“Baby,” Jaehyun releases a small chuckle, “I would love that more than anything.”

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🔮 preview. “This is how you inspired me to study when we first started dating,” you point out. “Encourage yourself with pussy. Get some good sucking now, fuck me stupid, and then, use that as fuel to get your studying done.”

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You can tell that Jaehyun is struggling. His end of the year final is coming up, and he’s as anxious as you’ve ever seen him. 

You’ve done your best to support him with studying, but after everything you’ve learned at the start of your relationship last year, you think you might just know the best way to help him focus.

“Jae?” you call, looking at your boyfriend as he studies at the table by your bed. “How’s it coming along?”

He releases a deep sigh. “Not great.”

You approach him, resting against the table. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Probably not,” he groans.

“Are you sure about that?”

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Fatherless Behavior

AKA "Danny Fenton is actually Batman and Catwoman's son. He likes his bio mother a lot more than his billionaire furry bio father, and Bruce is just trying to be a good dad to another surprise kid" prompt idea!

I like the idea of Madeline and Jack Fenton being good parents who love their kids so much. Maybe Danny still got zapped by the ecto-portal and died, but he immediately went to his parents and they helped him adjust to being Half-Dead. So, obviously, if he's old enough to die, he's old enough to be told the truth. Maddy and Jack adopted Danny from a woman named Selina Kyle, who's contact information state she's in Gotham City and willing to re-connect with Danny when/if he's comfortable.

Maybe Danny says he's okay, doesn't need to know who his biological parents are, because Maddy and Jack are enough for him. But it's also okay to be curious, right? He's like... seventeen or eighteen at this point. So, he says he's going to tour Gotham-U and maybe, possibly hunt down his birth mother if he has some extra time.

Fast forward to him standing in front of a very posh apartment complex, the doorman refusing to let him in, and he's incredibly embarrassed. There's an older couple coming out the doors. The older man looks like he's going to walk over, possibly intervene, so Danny just begs asks the doorman, "Can you please just call Selina Kyle? I'm her son."

And Bruce, who's having date-night with Selina, nearly passes out. Because under the bright lights of Selina's apartment lobby, this kid looks exactly like the perfect mix of Bruce and Selina. He's got his father's unruly black hair, Selina's catlike blue eyes, and has several dark freckles on his neck like Damian. So... this is a Not Great situation because Selina had a kid behind his back?? Selina's gripping his wrist like a panther with an antelope's jugular and says, "Not in front of the child, Bruce." And if there's one thing Batman is good at, it's keeping his cool (or pretending to).

They all end up in Batburger with Selina and Bruce looking comically overdressed while Danny's in ripped jeans and a NASA hoodie.

Selina is kind. She got pregnant and then Bruce was presumed dead (Batman's Time Stream incident lasted how long?? I feel like 9 months is reasonable, right?), and she wasn't prepared to be a single mother. She also hadn't wanted Danny to have a criminal for a mother ("Wait, what??"), but didn't feel comfortable aborting.

"Our relationship can be whatever you want it to be, Danny. I'm not trying to replace your mom. I'm just here to help if you want." She doesn't try to touch him, doesn't treat him like a kid, just speaks calmly and respectfully to him.

Bruce, unfortunately, isn't as tactful. He begins with: "And I have an extra room in the Wayne Manor. I can pay for your tuition at Gotham-U, get you a job at Wayne Enterprise, and introduce you to my kids. Tim would like you, you're about the same age-" before Selina shoves an elbow into his side. The damage is already done, though. Danny practically shoves from the table (after slipping two Batburgers into his hoodie pocket since clearly Mr. Money-Bags can afford it, the presumptuous asshole).

"I came here to talk with my mother, Mr. Wayne. I don't want your money or to be a nepo baby at your company." Danny snarls a sarcastic little thanks before hauling ass to his hotel, muttering about rude-ass rich folk.

(Selina, still at the diner with Bruce: Look at what you've done! You've scared our son off!

Bruce: Maybe if you told me I had a son, I could've been more prepared for a surprise visit!

Selina: Maybe if you stayed dead like everybody thought you were, you wouldn't be surprised that I had a son. You weren't there!

A squeaky noise can be heard. It's a waitress trying to quietly write on a whiteboard that says "Days Without a Wayne Argument". The tally is changed from 4 to 0.)

Anyway, I want Selina to be more like a Cool Aunt instead of a mom. She gets that Danny already has a maternal figure in his life, doesn't really want someone Mother Henning him, so she becomes a safe space for him to let go. Watches the Neil deGrasse Tyson docuseries, offers him wine during girl's nights, lets him rant about how unsure he is of the future without giving unsolicited advice.

Danny pretty much sees Bruce and is like, it's on sight, old man. Bruce sends an expensive telescope to his house. It gets sent back with a book that says "How to Know When to Give Up: For Dummies". Bruce tries to catch Danny while going to Selina's apartment and Danny screams stranger danger so loudly that Bruce is momentarily worried he accidentally accosted the wrong teenager. Danny makes a comment about "another billionaire frootloop wanting to keep me in his basement" and Bruce is even more concerned now. He responds with, "Daniel, I would not keep you in my basement." Yeah... that definitely didn't help.

Oddly enough, Danny is now also being harassed by Batman and his Bat Cult.

[spitefullytunnelled]

house md is kind of like how people have described breaking bad to me. what ive heard about breaking bad is that at the beginning you kind of root for walter, but as the series goes on you eventually realize you can’t anymore—even tho you feel bad for him, his situation can no longer justify his actions. house md is kinda like that. for the first few seasons you’re like “yeah ik he’s an asshole but it’s obvious he’s going thru a lot and he has a lot of unresolved trauma” but as the seasons go on you kinda realize “wait, house is a self-sabotaging borderline man-child who refuses any long term or beneficial treatment because he’s obsessed with the idea of losing his ‘gift’”, among other things. you can feel bad for house but as he keeps doing crazy shit, refuses everyone’s attempts at helping him, ignores/dismisses the people who still care about him then ruin their lives, you realize that his trauma and issues can no longer justify his behaviour.

and idk maybe someone’s gonna respond to this being like “erm actually the point was never to sympathize with house” but i did, at the beginning. i really did feel for him. even in seasons where i felt he had lost all goodwill, sometimes there was episodes where i could sympathize with him. like at the end of season 6 when the doctors have to help out when an apartment complex (i think? or some rly big building idk) collapsed and they have to get ppl out. house meets this women who’s leg is stuck under the rubble. he kinda has this moment when they encourage amputating her leg where he stubbornly insists that they shouldn’t and tries to find any other possible way to do it. i kinda felt like i was back in the earlier seasons then—i could see exactly why house had his reasons, and to a degree i could understand. even tho he’s fully projecting, he’s still fighting for this women to survive as intact as possible (even if it doesn’t pan out, but i digress). so idk, just some thoughts before i start season eight. im so fed up with this man i am simultaneously excited for and dreading the finale of this show

[7975348473]

Old Wounds Uncovered

A story. Truths are told, tears are spilled and best friends are found. Relationships: Grayson x Lyra, Lyra and Jameson (platonic)

Post- The Grandest Game

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Lyra wasn’t the angsty type, nor was she the kind of person to cry over someone else’s trauma.

Yet, somehow, none of that seemed to hold true when it came to her boyfriend.

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne. Her Hawthorne.

Lyra took a deep breath as she stared up at the full moon from her spot on the roof of the Hawthorne house. It was all she could do at that moment, to try and seize the tears from spilling out.

Her thoughts began to drift back to the conversation she’d had with Grayson.

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Lyra ran her hand through Grayson’s hair while her other hand was occupied with holding the book she was invested in.

After a few minutes of silence, Lyra looked up from her book towards Grayson, expecting him to be asleep since he hadn’t made so much as a peep in a while.

So she was surprised when she saw Grayson staring at… nothing in particular, seemingly deep in thought, but that wasn’t the surprising part.

The surprising part was that Grayson looked vulnerable, troubled, almost…hurt.

Lyra stared at him as her attention focused solely on her boyfriend. This was, in fact, not the first time this had happened.

Grayson, just like Lyra herself, had his fair share of trauma. The only difference was that, while she had shared all her worries and troubles with him, Grayson didn’t say much about his own.

Lyra stared on at him as she fought an internal battle of her own, a part of her believed that when Grayson wanted to open up, he would. Lyra should give him some space. But another part of Lyra, the more prominent one, begged for her to ask. To just give him a little push. To let him know that she was here and waiting to listen. To understand.

She hesitated for a moment before deciding that she wouldn’t pry, just ask. If he wanted to tell her, he would.

“Gray?” She asked softly. Grayson visibly flinched, being snapped away from his thoughts all of a sudden.

Grayson looked up at her, “Yeah?” He asked.

If anyone else were to look at him now, they wouldn’t see a single thing out of place. He looked normal. Untouchable. Like Grayson Hawthorne.

Yet Lyra didn’t know just Grayson Hawthorne, she knew Grayson. Gray. Her asshole. She saw the way his eyebrows looked slightly furrowed, the few droplets of sweat that were threatening to make their way down his forehead, the way his eyes looked glassier than usual.

Lyra took a moment to assess his state as they sat their in silence.

“You can tell me.” She said, finally, praying the words didn’t sound too pushy.

Grayson continued staring up at her as she saw his eyes visibly soften. “Alright.” He answered after a beat of silence.

“Alright.” Lyra had replied.

And so he started. From the beginning.

Lyra’s breath caught in her throat as she thought about Grayson’s past.

About the boy who was never shown motherly affection. The boy who was raised to be the heir apparent and never given a true opportunity to enjoy his childhood. The boy who fell in love with a manipulative bitch and lost his brother as a result. The boy who had his, supposed, life purpose snatched away from him within a day and given to a random girl.

The boy who fell in love again but let go for his brother. The boy who found out about his father after years only to realise that he never truly cared. The boy who became a puppet for a seemingly innocent girl. The boy who suffered alone for so long that he forgot what it was like to open up.

The boy who had is childhood snatched away from him, had his heart crushed and handed to him, had to play the puppet for years, had to suffer alone.

Who never truly got to be a boy.

Lyra felt a tear trail down her cheek as her heart ached impossibly more for the boy she was never able to meet. For the boy she could no longer help no matter how much she wanted to. For the boy who had blossomed into a man despite the suffering he went through.

She let out a sob as a word drifted to her, undeserving.

How could she even be deemed deserving of him?

Lyra had been traumatised by the memory of her father. She had wanted to find out the truth, she had wanted to be at peace.

Grayson gave her all of that and so much more.

Grayson had found her, reached out again, helped her, laughed with her, helped her rekindle her love for dance, made her happy again, made her whole again.

Yet, what had she done for him? What could she do for him? Nothing. She was undeserving.

She let out a cold chuckle knowing fully well how upset Grayson would be to hear that mental declaration, no matter how true it seemed.

Lyra was planning to get up when she heard footsteps from behind her. She whipped her head around to see Jameson Winchester Hawthorne standing behind her, wearing an intrigued expression.

She turned her head back to the moon and held back the urge to roll her eyes.

In the few months Lyra had gotten to know the Hawthornes, she had formed a… unique dynamic with Jameson.

He was a wicked-dumbass and egoist in the making while she was sassy, quick-witted and… petty sensible. So, obviously, they exchanged blows every chance they got.

“Weird seeing you here?” Jameson made that statement a question.

Lyra let out a, very pointed, huff, “I could ask you the same thing, dumbass.” She said and nearly winced at how broken her voice sounded to her own ears.

Lyra felt Jameson go still behind her before he walked on over and plopped himself down right next to her.

“Well, I’m sorry to inform you that the rooftop of this household has been my go to place since like— the beginning of time.” He said, adding a big show of his hands to support his statement.

This time, Lyra did roll her eyes, “This household hasn’t existed since the beginning of time.”

“Well, it has since the beginning of my time.” He said and Lyra suddenly felt the urge to smack him square in the face. Then again, that wasn’t particularly rare around Jameson.

“Jameson, it’s seriously not the time.” She said, putting her hands to her face as she fought her tears back. Crying in front of people would never not be embarrassing.

Lyra could feel Jameson’s assessing gaze on her, though it felt like he was staring directly into her soul. Hawthornes had a way of doing that.

“Alright then, why don’t you run it by me?” He said, finally, breaking the silence.

Lyra looked back up at him and blinked, “Run what by you?”

This time it was Jameson’s turn to roll his eyes, “What’s bothering you, moron. Obviously.”

Lyra blinked again. And then another time.

Jameson was asking her what was bothering her. Jameson. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.

The same Jameson Winchester Hawthorne who couldn’t be bothered with ‘emotions’ or ‘sentiments’ for the life of him. That much, she had figured out by now,

Lyra stared on at the maniac and her expression must have given away something because Jameson looked at her and let out a scoff.

“Cmon. I’m not that bad. Why does everyone do this when ever I ask what’s wrong???” He asked, and the worst part was, he looked genuinely confused.

“I don’t know? Maybe because you are exactly that bad??” She replied, the disbelief still evident in her tone.

Jameson sent her a glare with no real heat behind it before looking back to the moon, “I guess Heiress makes me want to try.” He said and, for a moment, Jameson looked loveable. (A/N: ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE. PLS. ITS IN LYRA’S POV KINDA— BEAR WITH ME.)

Lyra gave him a small smile, she knew that feeling. It was something that came with falling in love. You know you aren’t the best person, but they make you want to try to be better. For them.

For him. She thought.

They sat their in silence with nothing but the moon to keep them company.

“He suffered.” She managed. Lyra felt the change in Jameson’s demeanour.

“I mean— it’s no surprise,” she let out a small laugh with no heart to it, “to make a man like him. It’s obvious he had suffered but—”

She took a deep breath, calming her feelings, “I just didn’t expect that. He didn’t deserve it.” She stopped, knowing fully well that the unspoken words would be heard by Jameson.

He was Grayson’s brother, after all.

Lyra glanced over at Jameson when he didn’t say anything for a few beats. His eyes looked distant, regretful-almost.

“He didn’t,” He said, finally, “deserve it, I mean.” Jameson lowered his gaze to the ground underneath them, seemingly deep in thought.

“He’s been through a lot. I don’t know just how much he told you—” he took a breath, “but— he’s lived through a lot.”

It was obvious at this point that both of them didn’t hold an expertise at speaking their mind or feelings.

“Before her.” Jameson started again. Lyra took in a sharp breath. Her. Emily.

“Grayson and I were— close,” he made a few incomprehensible noises, “I mean— we were closer than we are now.” He explained.

Lyra’s gaze locked onto his face, his eyes had taken on a more distant look, like he wasn’t sitting here but somewhere else. Somewhere further away, somewhere out of reach.

“We still bickered a lot. Hell, I think we fought more back then but,” He took a moment to think about it and Lyra’s gaze softened, thinking about the two brothers together. Happy. Content.

“There was some unspoken trust. I could talk to him, he could talk to me. Anytime, anywhere. Brothers first and everything else second.” He finished and a small smile enraptured his expression.

“We always had trusted each other. We still do. It’s just— somewhere along the way, we lost the talking factor.” Jameson said and Lyra saw his eyes darken.

A moment of silence passed between them, “After Emily?” Lyra asked finally, already knowing the answer at some level.

Jameson closed his eyes, “After Emily.” He confirmed.

Lyra felt her blood boil thinking about the 15 year old girl. Who would have thought that such a young girl with a heart disorder could disassemble such a strong relationship. Knowingly, at that.

Lyra hadn’t felt this level of anger in a while.

She didn’t realise how silent she had been until she felt Jameson’s gaze on her. He was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you mad?” He asked, and she swore she could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice.

Lyra rolled her eyes, “Absolutely not, Sherlock. I’m so fucking satisfied that some little bitch with a weak heart and, obviously a mental issue, managed to cause you both so much trauma.” She finished with a huff.

Jameson let out a laugh, “You really suit Grayson.”

A small smile creeped its way onto Lyra’s face as she rolled her eyes again.

A pregnant pause followed.

“He deserves the world.” Lyra said, unable to help herself. Because he did. He deserved that and so much more, and she could never possibly be that, no matter how much she wanted to.

Jameson looked her up and down with a peculiar gaze.

“He does,” he, surprisingly, agreed. A pause followed, when suddenly he shuffled back up to his feet.

“And you are just that.” He finished.

Lyra’s eyes widened to amounts that shouldn’t even be considered humanly possible as she whipped her head up to look at him, the shock obvious on her face.

Jameson looked down at her and let out a huff of his own, “Dude— I can practically feel the ‘I don’t deserve him’ thoughts radiating off of you.” He said and Lyra was, once again, floored.

Did Hawthornes just have an innate ability to read people’s mind?

Jameson continued to stare down at her as she contemplated the odds of people being born with super powers.

He chuckled, breaking her train of thoughts, “What?” She asked, sending him a glare that was purely habitual.

“I think you’re picking up on his expressions too.” Jameson said and she could tell he was holding back his laughter.

“Says the moron who was willing to be sappy for his girlfriend.” She bit right back.

Jameson let out a dramatic gasp, “I was not sappy. I personally think that was quite inspirational.” He said, placing a hand on his chest to showcase his pride.

They both stared at eachother, “So, you were incredibly sappy.” She concluded.

“Was not.” Jameson replied.

“Were to.”

“Was not.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, dimwit.” She said.

Jameson chuckled again, “Glad to know you’re worried about my sleep schedule.”

“No. I’m worried about you ruining Avery’s. The poor girl.” She said, adding her own, overly-dramatic, pitiful sigh at the end.

“That you needn’t worry about.” He said as he turned around and craned his neck to look at her. “I’ve already ruined that in more ways than one.” He finished adding a wink.

Lyra visibly cringed knowing fully well what he was implying, “If you don’t shut the fuck up, Hawthorne, I’ll make you.” She said threateningly.

Jameson laughed, “Is it bad that I don’t doubt you would?” He asked.

She smiled a wicked thing, “Absolutely.”

Jameson let out a defeated sigh as he walked towards the door, “Cmon, soon-to-be-sister-in-law, you’ll catch a cold if you stay up here and I don’t wish to be deemed responsible.” He said.

Lyra rolled her eyes and got up to exit the rooftop, she looked up at the moon one last time before turning around to follow her soon-to-be-brother-in-law down stairs.

They bickered all the way to Lyra’s room, since Jameson insisted he escort his brother’s soon-to-be wife to her room.

“Goodnight then, Jameson.” She said.

Jameson shot her a crooked grin in return before turning around to head towards his heiress.

“Oh and,” Lyra started and Jameson paused to turn around and face her.

“You’re not a bad brother, Jameson.” She said and she saw the surprise flash through Jameson’s eyes before he quickly neutralised it and gave her another smirk.

“I must be truly commendable if you noticed too.” He said, covering up his feelings. Classic Hawthorne Move.

Lyra smiled as she turned the knob to her and Grayson’s shared room, “You are.”

The last thing she saw was Jameson’s frozen figure before she shut the door. She let out a small laugh thinking back to the dazed little brother that Jameson was.

When she turned around prepared to lay down in bed and stare at her boyfriend for a while she was shocked to see Grayson, sitting up on his bed with a glass of water in his hand, and staring at her with a small smile on his face.

“You were with Jamie.” He said. Not a question.

Lyra smiled, thinking back to the conversation she had just had with her soon-to-be-brother-in-law, “I guess you could say we bonded over a certain bastard.” She replied.

Grayson let out a chuckle, his voice low from sleep. Lyra hated to admit that his sleepy tone still did things to her, even after all these months.

She walked over to him, closing the distance between them as she cupped his face and craned it upwards so they were staring directly at one another.

They stared at each other as Lyra made another mental declaration.

She hadn’t been there before. She couldn’t change that now no matter how much she wanted to, but that was fine. Because she was here now. She would help him get over his trauma. She would help his wounds heal, the way he did for her. And, even though the scars would never truly be completely gone, they would lessen, and she would make sure of it.

She would bandage those wounds with new memories, happier ones, and wait for them to give way to scars, permanent, not painful. Visible, not bleeding.

They would always be there, but they would fade. She was here now, and she would be forever.

Lyra couldn’t help the huge grin that broke out on her face as a tear rolled down her cheek. Grayson’s eyes sparkled with both worry and curiosity. She couldn’t afford to give him an explanation now. Not with words.

And so she bent down and they kissed. And this kiss was all-devouring. It was them.

No words needed to be exchanged as they layer next to each other in the dark, knowing fully well that neither of them had their eyes closed and that both of them were staring at one another.

And that was more than enough. They were more than enough.

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OKAY. IM NOT GONNA LIE, I LOW-KEY HATE THIS ONE.

Like I really REALLY wanted to write a ff that would give some sort of origin story to my ‘Lyra and Jamie are best friends.’ head canon sosososos yea 😭🥹✋

This was TOUGH to write, I don’t like it, I honestly don’t expect anybody else to like it either, but I’m not gonna delete this much effort 😭😭🥹🥹🙏🏻🙏🏻 (it’s not beta read.)

Sorry in not advance (I forgot what the opposite of advance is— sue me.) folks.

@alwaysthefangirl , @lyrakanefanatic

Constructive Criticism 😭🥹🙏🏻

[seilnakyle]

hi, i hope you're having a good day. sorry if you've answered this already, but since you're the expert around here🫶🏼, i wanted to ask if you had any panels of the moments talia was an asshole to dick or just her thoughts about him. people tend to be so "haha he hates her because he's jealous of her relationship with damian" but i think it's very reasonable and justified his dislike and distrust of her

Aww tysm for calling me the expert haha 🤓 🫶🏻 I always try my best to be accurate, and I’m definitely not trying to spread unnecessary hate to a female character, but I do side eye her stans who try to justify her treatment of Dick when he is a teen as being his fault. Characters are allowed to be flawed, and Talia is literally a cult victim. Her not being the most moral and empathetic person is not unreasonable.

just first thing first, Dick is most definitely not jealous of Talia’s relationship with Damian…if anything, it would be the other way around lol

Dc Festival of Heros: The Asian Superhero Celebration

Second, Damian was but a sparkle in Bruce Wayne’s eyes when the Talia beef started. And YES these following panels are all pre 9/11 pre Grant Morrison moments :)

SO! First interaction Dick had w the Al Ghuls is when they sent some of their goons to shoot and kidnap him near his college.

Batman (1940) #232

Ras goes to Bruce and says that Talia has conveniently also been kidnapped (this is a lie) presumably by the same people, so the two of them head off on a mountain adventure to rescue their kids together. But when they finally get to Robin, Bruce reveals that he’s been onto Ras since the beginning and isn’t falling for it

Then after Bruce and Dick fight some goons, Ras and Talia walk out revealing that this whole crazy quest was a ploy to…get Batman together with Talia? I guess.

This issue ends here and the “cliffhanger” is never followed up on. Though the Al Ghuls do later drug Bruce and force him to participate in a marriage ceremony with Talia that ends with Bruce deciding it’s not valid bc he didn’t actually consent, and then he punches her out. Keep in mind, this happens before Dick’s next meeting w the Al Ghuls. There is one story where Dick and Talia actually work together to save a young monarch from falling to his death (genuinely a good story for Talia, she displays actual unselfish empathy for people outside her own circle) but In that entire story I don’t think they speak to or acknowledge each other a single time, so I can’t really read into any of that for how they feel abt one another.

But okay, thats the setup for why Dick is immediately upset when she pops back up unannounced in Batman #330, but from the moment she gets back, it really seems like she just wants Dick out of the way.

Then in Batman #331, she shows up wanting to move in, Dick immediately hates this, and expects Bruce to take his side, when he doesn’t, Dick is very upset and leaves the manor literally as fast as he can. Talia however, is very pleased to see him go.

I often like to go back and look at old readers letters/editor comments for situations like this just to get some thoughts untouched by the hindsight. Unsurprisingly from what I could find, most seem to sympathize more with Robin here and were equally suspicious of Talia’s intentions.

Dick goes to Selina for help after being abandoned by Batman, and of course she’s down!

During their team up, they have this moment where they’re being tortured and Talia sees them, she has zero reaction to Batman’s son being hurt like this, and moves along like she didn’t see shit

Batman #334

And her character of course becomes a mess after Damian is introduced but suffice to say, yeah, they still hate each other

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

WIP TAG GAME

Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that begins with each letter of your given word.

Thanks for the tag @teencopandthesourwolf, and way to call me out at the same time :P <3

My word is: CRUSH

C - Mafia fic I’ve been working on off and on for like, 3 years.

Clenching the strap of his messenger bag as he approached the Camaro, he glanced down the street to see what was going on with the traffic, and was startled to realize that… he’d been right. There were barricades set up and policemen directing cars away from the street. Derek had legitimately closed off the area.

How powerful was he?

Forcing himself not to panic, Stiles moved around the car with the other guy, who moved quickly to get the door for him, pulling it open. Stiles muttered a thanks, because he was a polite guy, and climbed into the Camaro, the door shutting sounding like a coffin lid.

He tried not to look at Derek as he buckled himself in, wanting to make himself small in hopes that maybe Derek would forget he was there entirely.

–

R - Current fic being worked on (could actually be posted by the time queue catches up lol)

Romance, as a whole, was perfectly fine, and he knew it was popular.

No, what Stiles did take issue with was people’s complete lack of originality on cover designs for said romance novels.

Every single one he’d ever seen—or done himself—was virtually exactly the same. It was boring, and he hated it, and he hated having to justify why he wanted to change things with his clients. They never listened, so it got to the point where he did the same thing over, and over, and over again, with only the slightest variations, and doing that got boring and repetitive.

It also ran the risk of him being accused of plagiarising his own stuff because all of the covers looked the damn same.

–

U - One I am still on the fence about finishing related to a Supernatural haven.

“Understood.” When she turned to leave, Stiles was pretty sure there was a bit of a skip in her step.

Harris could fucking wait, the asshole. And maybe Stiles was also kind of sort of trying to delay what was coming. Because he knew if Harris was here, this was it.

Did this mean he was stuck here starting now? Like, was it an immediate thing? Or could he still go home? Fuck, this was a lot, but he’d made his decision and he was sticking to it. It was only five years, he could handle that.

When he headed back around the corner, he was near the dining room and his dad walked out of it. He looked resigned, but he still said, “Ready to go home?”

Stiles just gave him a look, silently asking him not to make this whole thing worse than it already was. The only thing he had going for him right this second was the fact that Erica was making Harris wait at the gate pretending she couldn’t find him.

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S - ZOMBIEAPOCALYPSEZOMBIEAPOCALYPSEZOMBIEAPOCALYPSE (I am perfectly normal about zombie apocalypses, clearly).

“Set a timer for an hour,” he said to whoever was beside him out of sight. Then he faced Stiles again, smiling brightly. “We’ll see you again real soon, Mr. Stilinski.”

“Bite me,” he spat.

“Oh, I do believe you’ve had quite enough bites for one day,” the guy said infuriatingly before the door was shut in Stiles’ face.

–

H - MerMay fic I started before my life went tits up. I am praying I can finish it before MerMay this year.

He jerked awake, and then heard something large crash loudly into the water, having him let out a shout and swimming quickly behind one of the large rocks he had down at the bottom of his pond. His heart was pounding and a part of him worried she’d just sent him down a friend he would not like—oh God, if it was a shark, he was going to be pissed.

Staying hidden behind the large boulder, heart pounding and ears straining to hear the telltale sign of another being in the pond with him, he felt himself slowly calming down when he heard nothing moving around, suggesting he was still alone.

Coming out from behind his rock cautiously, he looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary in his immediate line of sight. Making sure to move slowly, in case whatever was in here with him was just waiting for Stiles to ripple the water enough to find him, he slowly made his way to the surface until he could pop his head out. He didn’t emerge completely, only just above his nose so that his eyes were out of the water, but the rest was submerged.

[kazuluvr]

me and march's dynamic is just "you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up" and "you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid"

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

oh jason grace they could never make me hate you

[lostsyren]

Who else screwed him over?? This lovely lady over here that’s who🙂‍↕️Guess Rafe’s gotta come after her now too (suggestive) Oh noooooo :)

[sophfandoms53]

Alastor’s so obnoxious im sobbing

[myokk]

“She’s tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me”😤😤😤

(Regency AU with Eloise and Sebastian inspired by my slow trek through Bridgerton these days & @bassicallymaestra ‘s AMAZING regency inspired art😮‍💨😇🙏)

[your-ne1ghbor]

Star Boy Steals Asha's Cloak

[insurged]

it's not if, but when resi.dent evil 5 gets a remake, they'd better leave the part in where excella is hitting on wesker and he sensually pulls her in by the chin only to chuck her face away from him.

[my-animeandmanga-journey]

...

wooooooooow...

[inkykeiji]

Do reader and touya ever get into fights? They seem too obsessed with eachother for the fights to be about anything rlly serious tbh

they do get into fights, but those ‘fights’ are usually touya getting angry at reader, and reader begging for forgiveness. i’ve mentioned this before (it’s buried within the touya-nii universe tag and it’s also somewhere on my tnii scribbles n sketches masterlist) but reader will very rarely fight back against him; the only time she’d ever really push back against him is if he’s in serious danger OR she feels like their relationship is being threatened (jealousy, for example—then her yandere side comes out >.< reader, for as submissive and obedient as she is, is also very much a ‘if i can’t have you, nobody can’ type person when it comes to her sacred touya-nii).

other than that, she won’t push or argue back, desperate for his approval and forgiveness and ‘love’ ; things which touya knows and thoroughly exploits, sometimes for fun and sometimes to make himself feel better—more powerful, important, righteous, etc.. the fights aren’t usually ‘serious’, they’re mostly bullshit touya overreacts about for one reason or another. again, he likes to feel the heady power + all encompassing control he holds over her when he gets upset over something extraordinarily silly—something a normal and healthy-minded individual would absolutely call him out for and criticize him for, but something she instantly begins begging for forgiveness for and swearing she’ll do anything to make it up to him for.

[sav1ored]

//. When my favorite version of negan is definitely savior negan cause he's ruthless. And I loveeeeeeee baddie negan ( the show definitely should have made him more ruthless more dark ) -- I know yall probably like wasn't he not dark enough? NO. HE WAS BUT THAT MAN KNEW HOW TO PLAY THE GAME. ( he would do great in GOT. ) but also lmao negan is just chefs kiss.