#housewife!roy

[beesbeesdragons]

roy, in the housewife!roy au, chose to keep flame alchemy a secret from the world. He still uses it, but only domestically. When Riza shares it with him, he vows that it will never see combat for a reason beyond self-defense.

His reason is simple. He knows how dangerous fire is. Fire hurts, fire burns.

Instead of presenting fire to the state alchemist exam proctors, he chooses something else; he has a jar of crude oil, and uses alchemy to create a polymer; the first time nylon has been created in Amestris. It's revolutionary, and Roy earns his pocket watch, becoming the Synthesis Alchemist.

For the duration of the war, from 1905 to 1908, he is stationed in Central, researching and perfecting different synthetic materials. And he is perfectly fine with this. He's helping. He's home, with Ed and Al.

But then Order 3066 is signed. and Roy, as a state alchemist, is forced to leave his children. He's forced into the warzone, not as a combatant, but as support; his job is to repair things where possible; guns, uniforms, tents, whatever needs fixing.

It is here that he reunites with Hughes, who he hasn't seen since their graduation (and god, wasn't that so long ago), and Riza (beautiful, beautiful Riza), who he hadn't seen since he learned flame alchemy. and they talk.

he tells her of everything. of how he hadn't told the military about it, he swore. no one knew about flame alchemy, save for his two children (Ed and Al each had a pair of gloves, made with ignition cloth and embroidered with the circle for flame alchemy), who were under strict orders that it was for emergencies only. and she listens.

the war ends. ed and al welcome him home, and he meets with Bradley, and hands in his pocket watch. His duty, he claims, is to his family. After all, he had just reignited an old flame in Riza, and they were talking of engagement. The boys adored her, and she lived in his house. All that was missing was a ring.

Bradley accepts his resignation and Roy leaves, marrying Riza shortly after in a beautifully intimate ceremony. Riza ends up under Maes' command, and they're assigned to East City. Roy befriends Gracia Hughes, and as they adjust to East City, he meets the other parents at Ed and Al's new school. The ladies are all so nice, and once they hear of his adoration for his wife and boys? Well, of course they like him!

when he can, he calls his sisters. They're just that, his sisters. Whenever one of the ladies asks, he explains. He grew up in a foster home, and they're his foster sisters.

Roy joins the local craft group, at the behest of one of the ladies, and they talk for hours. They talk about everything; from children, to spouses (Ellery and Katie were newlyweds from Dublith, how wonderful!), to politics and the military.

By the time Ed and Al are leaving school (they were too advanced, anyway), Roy is firmly grounded in his network, and knows all the goings-on in the military, from the lowest janitor's breakfast, to Fuhrer Bradley's wife's favourite brand of tea.

After all, he is one of them. He's their alchemist. And alchemist? Be thou for the people.

[florisa6s]

A short idea-- jayroy

I like to think about Roy and Jason as roommates that act like a family and I can imagine Roy just watching and practically drooling as Jason is being a perfect roommate like putting together a desk or fixing a door even cooking and cleaning while also going on patrol acting tough despite not even minute's ago he was reading on a chair while Roy worked on gear like a domestic family

(Roy definitely fell in love when he watched Jason change a tire or construct a table)

I feel like only Roy and Lian would be the ones to know this kind of domestic housewife Jason besides Alfred.

Jason rules the house pretty much yet adamantly denies it.

(Alfred is the one who taught Jason how to take care of everything, cleaning, cooking, laundry everything and no one knows + Alfred gives Jason his secret recipes)

[poetryinstreets]

tom held out his hand first, but shiv doesn’t hold it all the way — half-in, half-out, like her throughout their entire marriage. what a shot.

[myplasticadversary]

Addition to that trans man Connor concept I was talking about before: I see him as being a kind of inversion mirror to Roman in how they're both the most visibly "wrong" and gender non-conforming of the children barely able to mold themselves into something acceptable to Logan, and so he'd probably never be able to fully live as a man other than when he was out on his own, maybe even going through periods of doing the detransitioned tradfem grift when he needs the money and for his dad to not hate him.

[rivercule]

Also shiv’s decision wasn’t purely altruistic or selfish. it’s genuinely a good thing that she gave her brothers an out, even if it was forceful, even if Ken doesn’t see it that way. But by letting her husband get crowned king she gets that much closer to the throne herself.

[gelatinofsoap]

We should talk more about housewife roy mustang

[muldermuse]

What's your emergency? (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

This is in the two sinners world. Reader is bored and needs Sheriff Gator's help with something.

18+ only!! Smut ahead!! Fic includes piv sex, rough oral (m receiving), spitting, swearing, infidelity kink, actual infidelity, reader is called a whore, reader just uses men tbf, housewife roleplay, sir kink. Just like all two sinners posts, infidelity is a huge part!! Please don’t engage if any of the above is not for u.

send through two sinners reqs/ideas/thots

thank you everyone for the engagement with all two sinners works!!!!!!there will be more please enjoy pure smut- you all deserve it and more ❤️

One of the worst parts in living in this dump of a town is that there’s nothing to do. You’ve got the week off and you’ve officially run out of things to do. The house is pristine, your skin is glowing and you’ve exhausted your social battery with brunch dates with friends. You’ve seen Jax, Steve and Jenson once. Jax took you out for breakfast at your favourite diner, then he came back to your home and built some flatpack furniture that you’ve been avoiding for months. You sucked his dick until your jaw locked as a thank you. The day after, Steve dropped off lunch (vegetable soup and a bagel) and fucked you slowly in bed, pressing hot kisses to your neck and whispering about how good you felt under him. Jenson picked you up from a night at the bar with your friends, he went to a drive thru for you and let you choose the radio station for the drive home. He dropped you off at home and returned 8 hours later when you’d awoken. He brought some hangover remedies with him and made you pancakes. You spent the day entwined on the sofa, watching some shitty reality show he swore you’d never get him to watch. You’d text Gator a few times in the week but he was too busy to come over. 

It was Saturday and the boredom was starting to set in to your bones. You were getting restless. There was nothing to do. There was no excuse to get Gator to come over. Unless…there was.

[sent at 12:32] You:emergency at the house 

[sent at 12:32] You: need u to come over

[received at 12:33] Gator🐍💩: too busy sry

[sent at 12:33] You: but its an emergency???????

[sent at 12:33] You: ur meant to be a sheriff

[received at 12:35] Gator🐍💩: i am a fuckin sheriff

[received at 12:35] Gator🐍💩: and ur fuckin desperate for attention 

[received at 12:35] Gator🐍💩: way too busy for ur shit today

He’s right, he is a Sheriff and you’re a member of the local community in desperate need of help.

***

You know that Saturday shifts are quiet for Gator, which would be surprising but Roy would never give his son any real responsibility after he’s fucked up so much. Gator’s on patrol so any call goes straight to him. You know this is crazy, you’re calling 911 to get someone to come over and fuck you. This is unhinged but you are really fucking bored. 

“911- what’s your emergency?”

“Hi, I’m sorry this might some really dumb” Your voice is a tilt higher than it usually is. “But, I’m home alone right now and I swear I just saw two big guys standing at my back window looking at me…I’m just a b- well to be honest, I’m really scared and would like someone to come and check it out- y’know make sure I’m safe”. The call handler is really helpful and tells you that you’re not being dumb and you definitely did the right thing. 

“I don’t know if you’ll be able to do this but could you tell me which Sheriff will come out and check for me? Just y’know with two random men standing outside, I’d like to know who’s coming to the house.” Your voice is so high, you can feel your vocal chords straining. 

“Yes of course ma’am. It’ll be Sheriff Gator”

You thank the call handler and run to get ready. 

***

You put on a short dress which you know drives Gator wild. It’s just a hair too short and if you bend slightly too much, Gator will be able to see his favourite pair of red lace panties underneath. Your tits look amazing and your hair is down, perfectly shaping your face. You decide you’re going to play a game with him as you’re applying a sickly sweet lip gloss to your pout. 

He usually knocks on your door loud but this time it’s like he’s punching your front door. You pull it open and he looks so pissed. His gaze is hard set on you and when gulps when he sees you in the dress but his eyes do not give any level of desire away.

“This is fuckin’ too far…even for you, this is fuckin’ crazy”.

“Sorry, are you Sheriff Gator?” Your voice has the same high tilt it had on the phone  “The lady on the phone said it would be you, I’m home whilst my husband is at work and I thought I s-“

“Your husband? What husband?” He huffs, “this is your fuckin’ house. You’re not even wearin’ any rings. What the fuck are you doin’?”

You smirk at him; he’s so fucking obtuse. “Can I show you where I saw the scary men? Maybe grab you some lemonade for comin’ all the way out here?”. You hold your hands behind your back and smile at him softly. He blows his disposable vape in your face as he pushes past you. You smile to yourself as the shut the door behind him, silently putting the latch on. 

He’s stood awkwardly in your kitchen, if you were acting as yourself you’d ask him why he’s behaving like this but, you’re committed to the role of the bored housewife so you tell him sweetly “I’ll get you that lemonade, Sheriff”. You grab the jug out of the fridge and reach up as high as you can to grab two glasses on the highest shelf. Of course, there’s more accessible glasses in the cupboard but reaching up means you can stick your ass out and show Gator his favourite panties as your dress rides up. You can hear him grumble behind you as you try to act oblivious to what you’re doing. You hand him the glass filled with lemonade and he keeps eye contact with you as he downs the drink in one gulp.

“Is it thirsty work stoppin’ all those bad guys, Sheriff?” You move over to stand in front of him and run your fingers down his chest. “My husband isn’t brave enough to be a Sheriff, sometimes I wish I had a brave man around the house- y’know?”. You bite your bottom lip as you look up at him with bright eyes. Your nails trail lower down his chest until you feel his hard dick in his pants. You softly rake your nails over it and you hear him gasp at the touch. You get on your tiptoes and press your lips to his ear and whisper, so fucking soft, to him “Are you a brave man, Sheriff?”. When you look at him again, his eyes are glazed over with lust.

“Maybe we should um- y’know, check upstairs. Make sure that there’s no one hidin’ in your bedroom” He stutters.

You’ve fucking got him.

***

You lead the way on the stairs, ensuring that you’re a few steps in front so Gator can see up your dress. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every second. You’ve roleplayed with other guys before but never with Gator. He’s a simple man. He just wants to make himself and you cum. He sees no point in playing around when it’s wasting time that he could have your thighs shaking around his head. But you know he’s enjoying this. With this situation, he’s a noble Sheriff doing his duty and you’re the whore who fancies him so much you’re going to break the sanctity of marriage.

You open the bedroom door and sit on the bed expectantly. You’ve made most of the moves up until this point, you want to see if Gator is as into this as his erection would suggest. He vapes as he looks around your room, opening your closet door and the door to your en suite to ‘check’ for any home invaders. When he’s finished peering through your bedroom, he holds up little trinkets placed on your cabinet, smirking as he looks closely at stuff he’s probably never noticed before (Gator is never in your bedroom unless he’s fucking you and he’s usually too focused on how hot you look when you cum to notice a old Barbie placed near some books).

“So uh, your husband, what does he do?” You stay seated as he chats to you.

“He’s a banker in the city, works late or the weekends lot of the time- so I’m here feelin’ lonely pretty often”. You impress yourself with the quick lie, Gator smirks as he makes his way over to you. He stands in front of you and puts his hand on your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“S’shame. Pretty lil’ thing like you should never feel lonely. Anyone could break in and hurt you, some bad men around these parts”. His grip on your chin gets firmer, you look into his eyes rather than the bulge in his pants which is inches away from your face.

“Good job you’re here Sir, big strong guy like you can stop them- right?”. Gator loves being called Sir, it makes him feel so fucking powerful that it’s nearly guaranteed to make him cum during sex. One time, he had been fucking you from behind and pulled your hair to look at you. Your voice was nearly gone from moaning so when, in the whiniest voice you could muster, you called him Sir and asked him to cum inside you- he finished immediately. Cursing himself for cumming so quickly. You don’t say it often, terrified of it losing its power but it never does. The memory of that night turns you on even further and you feel like it’s time to hurry this along.

He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and you open your mouth obediently- doe eyes still gazing up at him. Gator smiles as he places two fingers on your tongue, you can feel your mouth starting to fill with saliva with the obtrusion.

“Y’gonna thank your local Sheriff baby? I drove out all this way for ya. Y’gonna fuck me in your husband’s bed like a whore?” You keep your eyes locked on his dark gaze as you nod at him. He withdraws his fingers from your mouth but instructs you with a gruff voice to “keep your fuckin’ mouth open”. He has a smug grin on his face as he unzips his pants and eases his hard dick out of his boxers. “Bigger than your husband, baby?” he asks as he taps the plush head against your wet tongue.

“Uh huh” your mouth has been open for that long that drool is staring to slide down your chin. Gator notices and rubs his dick against spit, the lower part of your face feels tacky with a mix of your spit and his precum glistening against your skin. He fists your hair and pushes your head onto his cock. “Clean up your fuckin’ mess for me”.

You breathe through your nose as you take his cock down your throat. Trying to stifle the gag as your nose pushes into curled hairs at the base of his cock. He grips your hair in his fists and moves your face up and down his length. You can feel spit dripping down from your mouth onto your tits as he essentially uses your throat as a fleshlight. He pulls your mouth off him and you take a second to catch your breath. Your hair is messed from his fists grabbing at it and your eyes are glassy and peering up at him. He smirks as he pulls you back onto his cock and you take him all the way down your throat. He groans at the feeling, “suckin’ my dick whilst your husband is at work huh? Lettin’ me use this fuckin’ throat while he’s making money”. He thrusts his cock into your mouth one more time and you back off it with a gag as he instructs you, “hands and knees on the bed baby. Arch that back so you look nice n’ pretty”.

***

He teases you before he puts his cock in you. This is the first time you’ve ever been completely submissive to Gator so he’s probably making it last for as long as possible, knowing that the next time you have sex it will be him begging to cum. He spanks your ass hard and you whimper a “thank you Sir” which makes him do it again harder. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you moan at the contact. You can imagine the smug smirk on his face as he does it, undoubtedly feeling how wet you are from playing the role of the lonely whore of a housewife. He finally pushes the tip of his cock in you and grabs your hips tightly before you can push your ass back to take all of him.

“Nu-uh baby, need to hear you beg for all of it” his voice is the smuggest you’ve ever heard it and you know he’s not going to last long. The power he currently has over you making him close to the edge already. His grip on your hips is bruising as you hear above you in a taunting voice, “c’mon, aren’t you goin’ to show the Sheriff what a good girl you can be?”. You hate how wet his mocking tone of voice is making you. You’ve never felt as desperate for him and it pains you to admit.

“Please put it all the way in Sir, I’ll be a good girl pl-“ before you can finish begging, his cock fills you. His thrusts are ruthless and unrelenting but you can’t hear anything over your own moans and the squelch of your wet pussy taking all of his cock. Your mouth is hanging open and you can feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as you slur ‘thank you’s to him. His hands haven’t left your hips and, similar to your throat, he’s basically just using you to make himself cum and the thought of that sends you over the edge. You cum over him with a shouting cry and shaking legs. In the daze of your orgasm shuddering through you, you can hear Gator grunt “gettin’ too fuckin’ tight baby. Gonna make me cum so fuckin’ deep”. He talks himself to his orgasm as he slams his hips into you a final time. You can feel his legs twitching behind you before he pulls out and lies on the bed next to you.

You press a chaste kiss to his sweating forehead before getting up and walking towards your bathroom. “My husband will be back soon so you need to leave”. His radio crackles into life when you shut the door so he leaves (as usual) without saying goodbye.

He sends you a text a few hours later.

[received at 20:37] Gator🐍💩: need to do that again asap. U be the sheriff next time????

[hermit-frog]

Louis, what do you mean it's not on him? Louis? What do you mean, it's just as your fault? LOUIIIIS? what do you mean, please, please stop this bs. yes, you'd brought her home to fill your growing emptiness and ease your guilt, i get it, but she was alive. she had to leave because of him, because of the abuse, and your neglect. you were so suffocated you didn't have her back until you had and almost died. she came back, broken but alive. she had figured it out, she made it work for herself. and he hated it. she came back to you, for you. but lestat views you as his property, still does. this bitch had abused both you and your daughter for years, he had almost killed you (not knowing if you'd even survive the fall), because if he can't have you, then no one can. if he can't force you, then he'll break you, like a child. both you and Claudia were oppressed to the point y'all had to take action in self-defense and flee the country, you have spared him, Louis, Loooouis. he came back for the trial, he rehearsed it, he watched her burn without even trying to save her. he only views her as his extension, her good qualities are because of him, his blood, and not whom she is apart from him. very logan roy of him to “admire” claudia's murder attempt, and defiance. if it's no about lestat, then it doesn't matter, then it's a mistake, a disappointment. if she's her own person, then she must leave or die. he makes her louis' lapdog, because my hysterical wife can't deal with an empty nest, abuse and depression, my housewife won't "pay attention to me", which i have 100% right to, as her husband (he complains to his, also abused, mistress). i mean, come on. Claudia had achieved her happiness/freedom twice, only for it to get snatched away from her at the last second. by Lestat, by the coven and Armand, and Lestat again.

Louis, he gave you to your and your daughter's murderer like you're a goat. he still thinks he owns you and has the right to make decisions for you, to punish you, to let you “learn”, like you're a child-wife and he's the all-knowing father. you stayed with this said murderer for years, not knowing the truth, because it was withheld for you as a lesson, he doesn't see you as an equal. you have wronged, Claudia, yes. many times. you have chocked her to save your abuser because you no longer know how to live without his suffocation, it terrifies you to get out of the boiling water. you're free but you keep drowning, in your guilt, in your attachment, trauma bond, punishing yourself. don't take the equal fault. y'all were forced to flee. do you hear me? both of you were forced to leave. she was forced to leave three times because of him! Looooooouuuuiissss aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

they could've delivered this differently, i understand that this is loustat hurricane of a toxic abusive patriarchal relationship + the focus on that both Louis and Claudia are black and lestat as their white master, good exploration on that. and Louis as a character to say shit like this also makes sense (from his pov), his mother, his role in the family, scapegoat, all that., come back, separate, come back. like i said, he's used to this. but the takes on this scene online.....

am i overreacting?

[ichorai]

OK COMPUTER ; the series.

a series based on the album ok computer by radiohead for our 8k milestone! fandoms included ; marvel, succession, harry potter, the walking dead, arcane, dc, game of thrones, and bridgerton.

main masterlist. about.

TRACKLIST.

ONE. airbag ; steve rogers (4.3k) five time steve tries to propose to you, and one time he actually does.

TWO. paranoid android ; coriolanus snow. (27k+) when you laughed, airy and light and reminiscent to that of wind chimes, coryo wished he could bottle up the sound and keep it as his, only his.

THREE. subterranean homesick alien ; fred weasley. you were looking up at the stars, and fred was staring right at you, a dopey, lovesick sort of smile playing at the corner of his lips. “do you think there’s life out there?” you asked, but instead of getting an answer, fred surged forward, a hand curling over the back of your neck to pull you closer, freckled nose bumping against your cheek, his warm lips slotting over yours, extinguishing any and all lingering existential questions on the tip of your tongue. 

FOUR. exit music (for a film) ; rick grimes. blood all over your torn shirt, giving way to teeth marks. his horrified eyes met yours. you were bit, it was clear as day—and you had to make sure rick knew a couple things before you left for good.

FIVE. let down ; viktor (arcane). it was his fault, really. he knew better than to fall in love with his coworker, who was just recently engaged to someone else. someone better than him.

SIX. karma police ; dick grayson. he skimmed his fingers down your side—your waist, your hips, your thighs. your chest was rising and falling rhythmically, features mellowed with sleep. he couldn’t help but wonder if “no strings attached” was really a good idea.

SEVEN. fitter happier ; miguel o’hara. there was a dangerous red glint to miguel’s eyes as you stepped between him and the kid. a muttered curse, a clenched fist, a twitching jaw. you weren’t afraid of the man you loved—but maybe you should be.

EIGHT. electioneering ; siobhan roy. tom had said he wanted to watch the two of you—but he didn’t exactly want to, not really. shiv didn’t quite care. it was his loss, after all.

NINE. climbing up the walls ; sansa stark. sansa begins to pull away from you after her father’s death.

TEN. no surprises ; sam wilson. the two of you go off to look for wanda, supposedly in a quaint little town called westview. but in a blink of an eye—you’re a smiling housewife and sam is your loving husband, trapped in a house that didn’t quite feel like home. 

ELEVEN. lucky ; theon greyjoy.  he thinks you look so very pretty laying on the snow, frost clinging to your lashes.

TWELVE. the tourist ; benedict bridgerton. it was typical of him, of course. to fall in love with the traveling artist with keen eyes and calloused hands.

[sasheneskywalker]

jason todd-centric fic recs

All the Roofs of Uncertainty by Kieron_ODuibhir

For all the blood on his hands, Red Hood was never just a villain. And Nightwing never gives up on family, not for good.

(Or: The one where Dick bleeds a lot and Jason argues with everybody.)

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Leslie Thompkins, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

(nothing new) under the earth or sky by Kieron_ODuibhir

That's what it means, to be a Bat: your secrets have secrets, and those keep secrets of their own.

Even when you are a skeleton in the closet, that doesn't mean you've met all the rest. And Jason never suspected this.

(And you thought no one understood, little Hood.)

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd

Gotham Is A Mother by Kieron_ODuibhir

"Hey, Batman. No sudden movements, huh?"

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

butcherbird, fly away home by e_va

Lost Days-era.

Jason's latest teacher is a cruel man, but a boring one. There's no reason for Jason to expect that he will be any different from the rest—just another monster with a skillset that Jason wants to learn. He'll get what he needs and then take out the trash before he goes, as always.

It's all going according to plan until, very suddenly, it isn't.

~

One of Jason's instructors kidnaps Bruce fucking Wayne. This changes nothing, or at least that's what Jason keeps telling himself.

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Smashing Tail Lights by CunningCrow

a mundane slice-of-life of a murdery traumatised eighteen year old getting his life absolutely fucked up and trying to fix it up a bit through more murder

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

The Kindly Ones by Havendance

After the confrontation with Bruce in the warehouse, Jason finds himself in the company of the Kindly Ones and accepts the vengeance they offer.

T | Major Character Death | No Relationships

For Those Who Can't by GoAwayOlivia

They don’t understand him at all. There is no setting him off, that’s not the way it works. And he doesn’t go on violent sprees. Jason kills when the situation demands. That’s it. Plain and simple. He doesn’t lose his temper and murder any asshole that pisses him off. Every kill is a decision that he makes, and every decision is carefully weighed and measured with a cool head. He only ever kills because the person deserves to die.

E | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon & Jason Todd

Too Much Fucking Salt by pez_the_platypus

A rural housewife instinctively understood the law of quantity into quality. Add a pinch of salt to a soup and it tasted better; add one pinch too many and you ruined the batch. Jason had been in limbo for a year and a half, trusting things would get better even though everything just seemed to be getting worse. It was something small that set him off, but really, it was an accumulation of a lot of things that led to this. He was going to kill the Joker.

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Joker (DCU) & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, Gotham City & Jason Todd

Reclaiming Innocence by MurtaghMorzanson

Jason Todd was kidnapped at nine-years-old and given two options. Work for his keep, or be forced to to work for his keep.

His life was not pleasant, but Jason was nothing if not a fighter, and dammit if was he going to let the hell around him kill who he was as a person. Or his dreams of growing up and going to college.

Those dreams suddenly came a little more into focus, when his idiot of a pimp accidentally tried to rent him to Bruce Wayne. Poor bastard could have never guessed he was the Batman himself. Heck, not even Jason figured that out, at first. And Batman had practically adopted him.

T | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd

Get Used to Dying, by papered_king

CATHERINE

I keep dying.

YOUNG JASON

Almost.

Catherine hums, like she doesn’t want to tell Jason he’s wrong.

Not Rated | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | No Relationships

deep in the meadow, under the willow by Goldmonger

“Stay with me,” Dick said, almost pleadingly. “You can sleep later, Jay, I promise. Stay with me now.”

It’s not that kind of tired, he didn’t say.

T | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

in a new york minute, everything can change by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters

You can fit an eternity into sixty seconds, if you've desperate enough.

(Jason Todd at the end of everything)

Not Rated | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death | Sheila Haywood & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon & Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd, Selina Kyle & Jason Todd, Eddie Bloomberg & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Catherine Todd

hit me as hard as you can by stupidandsad

THE BATMAN CATCHES Jason stealing the tires off his car; after that Jason’s pressing a gun to his own temple and saying, the first step to redemption is to atone. It didn't always used to be like this. For a little while, maybe, in between these two, Jason was happy.

People are always asking him if he misses it.

OR

Jason lives, dies, and starts a revolution. Featuring: gratuitous references to Fight Club.

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Other(s)

library card by mikkal

Jason Todd, Red Hood, and the Park Row Public Library (and her librarians).

T | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Jason Todd & Original Character(s), Batfamily Members & Jason Todd

Life Begins By Leaving by ihaveathingforpink

Jason buys a house, rebuilds his life, and reluctantly reconciles with the family, one member at a time. Reluctantly.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Jason Todd & Everyone, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

More Chances Than Deserved by Skalidra

Slade hasn't quite left Gotham yet when the Society assigns him a contract on the Red Hood. For reasons he's not interested in asking about, they still want Black Mask in their ranks, and following the disastrous showing of their last hit squad, they've decided that it's a job best suited for actual professionals.

'Take the Red Hood off the board.' Simple enough. He's already worn himself out fighting the Bat, after all, and Slade's killed plenty of people just as dangerous as him. There's no reason one little fallen bird should give him any trouble.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Slade Wilson

We are each our own devil…but you're my hell by SoberFrost

Jason is leaving Gotham. Bruce confronts him on his way out.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

A single question by BlueTee

There was really only one question that Jason Todd needed the answer to after his resurrection.

Just one.

He could have confronted Batman with a dramatic and overly elaborated plan.

Or he could just ask Bruce.

So he asks.

AU in which Jason Todd chooses to finish his All Caste training, and eventually goes back to Gotham to ask Batman why the Joker is still alive.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Ducra & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Everyone, Jason Todd & His Siblings

The Ghost of You by rotasha

After a blowout argument with Bruce, Jason lashes out in a way he knows will hit Bruce where it hurts. He doesn’t expect the aftermath.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

The We in I by forestgreen

There never was a Jason.

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

glitter & silk by sparkycap

Eight months after Jason starts living at Wayne Manor, he goes downstairs for a glass of water in the middle of the night, like usual, and instead of finding Batman fresh from patrol, like usual, he finds Bruce hanging around with a pair of models in the aftermath of a night out. It's… not like he would have expected.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Requiem by scandalsavage

He blinks as his brain takes it’s sweet fucking time processing what his eyes are seeing.

“So you’re me, huh?” the kid says, rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes like he can’t sit still for three god damn seconds.

“That’s pretty cool. You’re huge.”

Jason hates him. He hates those stupid fucking curls. He hates that stupid bubbly energy. He hates that fucking earnestness, that eagerness to please. He hates that goddamn costume.

He hates the way the kid clings to Bruce’s shadow.

He despises that hand Bruce has on his shoulder.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne

dead boy walking by hellsreluctantheir

“What the fuck.”

There was a weird double layer to the voice, like the modulator wasn’t quite in place. Something crackling and flat, something… Honestly higher than Dick had expected. It wasn’t like the guy was small. He adjusted his hands on his escrima, slipped to the left while Batman went right. Closed in on the smoke and rubble. It shifted as they got closer, enough to have them both pausing, ready to strike. It hadn’t looked on purpose but Dick wasn’t ruling out some kind of ploy yet. Whoever this guy was, he clearly loved complicated plans.

But all the shifting turned into was the Red Hood sitting up, helmet askew, jacket and armour in disarray, which didn’t click until he reached up, sleeves hanging baggier than they had minutes beforehand, everything hanging baggier than it had been, and then he pulled the loose helmet off and—

And a fifteen year old Jason Todd was sitting in the rubble, looking between him and Bruce with wide blue eyes.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

[beesbeesdragons]

In the housewife!roy au, I am writing that he does still finish the military academy. he becomes a state alchemist. but he isn't a combat based one. no. he becomes a research alchemist.

he meets riza again, and he learns flame alchemy, and decides "this is my secret to keep, too." instead of demonstrating flame alchemy to the examiners, he shows off his rather impressive knowledge of medical alchemy.

now, the military is aware that he has dependants and is functionally a single parent. they don't wanna have to deal with the mess of paying for a nanny or whoever to take care of a six and seven year old while Roy is fighting in ishval, so instead, he is assigned to work under Marcoh.

now im not done reading the manga (am up to volume 5) so I'm saying that, until order 3066 was signed, marcoh and roy were stationed in central city, working at a lab. marcoh got sent out on field assignments, while roy stayed in central. because roy, who wants to protect the people he loves, who wants to protect his children, is studying medical alchemy.

but when order 3066 was signed, roy got deployed to ishval, where he met hawkeye. riza, who he hadn't been able to talk to in three years. riza, who he believes he failed. and he only finds her again because his alchemy is medically-based, so he's working with doctors and nurses in the hospitals. that's how he meets knox, after all, and maes, and everyone else.

after the war ends, after marcoh deserts, he resigns his post and proposes to riza. he fell in love with her in ishval, and together, he says, they can work towards rebuilding the country. but he can't hurt people anymore.

so riza suggests that, until he can get back on his feet, he stay home. he can take care of ed and al, who were nine and ten by this point. he can teach them alchemy, and he can live. because before? he was just surviving, before.

and he does. by god, he does. he learns to live again, and then he meets a talented alchemist, and decides to do what she does. he's a house-husband first and foremost, but he is an alchemist. and alchemist, be thou for the people.

he starts building up a network of the other parents at ed and al's school. most of them are the wives of military men, after all, and housewives are nothing if not gossip.

and they love him. this twenty-something newlywed with his two nephews who stays home while his wife (riza, beautiful, strong riza) defends their country? how could they not?

and he stays in contact with his sisters, though instead of dates (because he is nothing if not a doting husband and uncle father), theyre his friends. his sisters, his family. as Riza builds her team with Maes, he builds one of the largest intelligence networks in Amestris, big enough to rival even Madame Christmas's, made up entirely of housewives and the working women of amestris, who have always been so invisible that now, now that they're seen by someone? someone who has seen the worst of humanity and can still smile?

of course they support him. why wouldnt they? he's one of them, after all.

[iphisesque]

they are both bad people (gendo far more than john imo) and deadbeat fathers who abandoned their children to fend for themselves and explicitly or implicitly sexually abused one of them. but NEITHER of them has the presence the constance the stability the ambition the will it takes to become more than just a really shitty deadbeat and instead transcend into the overly-present abusive father like logan

gendo ikari could do john winchester and john winchester could do gendo ikari but neither of them could do logan roy

[chrysopoeias]

Idk if Roy would be a "You just came in, what's for dinner?" Type of guy.

In that one comic where they get asked who they would bring to a desert island, Roy says that Riza can forage for food and he'll cook it.

Not a lot to go on admittedly, but I firmly believe that Roy is the domestic goddess, Riza is the one who lives on instant noodles and Starbucks.

Right right I do not think Roy would expect her to be the perfect housewife catering to his needs after they both worked all day. I’d kill him myself with my bare teeth if he did. More so that IF they fail at living together, it’s gonna be about them spending 24/7 together and going mad from that. They are not exactly in the healthiest relationship and not above frequent bickering. Going home is a good break from that loool.

Riza is actually canonically-ish good at cooking (from the video games). She specifically got good at cooking after failing to impress Roy when she was young and wanting to improve. But I agree that if she is just cooking for herself, she doesn’t care nor put in much effort.

Honestly they are also mutually the others favourite person they would tolerate being around each other for 24/7, and it would work out great. The love and obsession is deep after all, and they mutually insane and perfect for each other. They can watch each others back best while spooning :^)

[ladyluscinia]

Shout out to whoever said one of Shiv's visceral, emotional reasons was that Tom would never be able to take the moral high ground in their relationship again. Because exactly!

Shiv still might be fucked in the business sense because Tom is a puppet and Matsson doesn't respect her, but in terms of her marriage... She still wants him even after the worst things have been said, and the "worst thing" he was most upset by was that she repeatedly left him out to dry in pursuit of her own power. Well, now it doesn't matter how valid his complaints were! He can never make that particular point again without the most loaded silence of his life! And on top of that, he's added another betrayal of her. That new imbalance more than anything is what will derail the divorce, and make it so she's NOT meekly coming home and begging him to let her stay as his housewife or whatever.

Business power is still up in the air, but she's taken a huge amount of private power back. It was an emotional move driven more by hurt than logic, but she's still done it!

And I do appreciate the TomGreg parallel here, too, because Greg has always been Tom's solution to feeling like Shiv was above him. His own personal Roy to lord over. Their friction was coming from Greg growing an ego around the Roy name and trying to leverage himself out from under Tom's thumb. Well, now he's fucked it! It's not Royco anymore! Greg doesn't have Matsson's backing, his name is worthless, and he overplayed himself into a certain death situation. And then here's Tom, letting him stay despite the betrayal but only because Tom bought him.

Tom got the crown, Shiv got the marital upper hand to help her deal with that, and Tom got Greg to help him deal with that.

They are so fucking dysfunctional but maybe TomShiv can make this work 😘

[charmingsoa]

✶ Where the Wild Things Are: Prequel ✶ ■ 1960s Sons of Anarchy story ■

⌃ Jax Teller/ OC x Thomas Teller/OC ⌃

Warning: Please read with caution. This story will include: drug use, physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. miscarriages, sexual content, alcohol use, homicide, cursing, etc. ★ If You would like to be tagged in future updates, simply leave your username in the comments.

When I look back on my life – I often wonder if I made the right choices when I was younger. I obviously got to my place in life because of what happened all those years ago in California. Hell, there were times when I didn’t even think I would make it out alive. Growing up, my parents were very strict – almost authoritarian. My father had fought for his country in WWII and my mother was your typical housewife. The picture-perfect look was what they strived for – putting my brothers and I in whatever activities they could. There were structured rules that were drilled into our heads from day one.

No elbows on the table Respect your parents and your elders Girls and woman are to bow down to menfolk and do what they’re told. Women are forbidden to wear pants or short skirts. Girls can attend secondary school but will not be allowed to attend college. Marriage, motherhood, and the act of obeying your husband is the most important role in a woman’s life.

I distinctly remember my father telling me that if I wanted to dress like a whore, I can plant myself on the side of the highway and start making a living for myself. I spent most of my childhood bowing down to everything my father said. He instilled that fear in me as a young girl – always being on the back end of his belt or switch if I was “bad” enough. I was the only daughter – I needed to be picture perfect and like a doll. My mother would stand idly by as he inflicted his abuse on me – only doing so because he loved and cared about me.

Total bullshit if you ask me.

I guess you can say with all the structure and ruling that fell at the hand of my father – you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that I rebelled. Starting at the early age of 13, I snuck out of the house to meet the boys from the wrong sides of the tracks. We would listen to the devil’s music as my father called it – getting high as kites.  My flower-patterned dress would be hiked up above my waist – my legs wrapped tightly around the guy’s hips – as they pounded into me. My mother always preached that a girl should stay pure until the night of their wedding -giving the gift of virginity to their awaiting husband.

 I lost that gift behind the First Methodist Church to a kid three grades ahead of me. It was meaningless and hurt like hell, but after that I couldn’t get enough.

By the time I hit 16, I had fucked half the senior class. I gained a reputation as the 10th grade slut – willing to do anything and anyone. Now, was this true – partially. I didn’t care if you were the ugliest guy in class – if you had a dick then I was ready and willing. I was never one to seek the guys out first. They would come to me and a couple minutes later they would be making me cum. There were rumors that I was a child prostitute – my parents were less than thrilled to hear that be brought up during a meeting with the principal.

At that point, I was pulled out of the school and sent to an all-girls catholic school about 45 minutes from home. My father made sure to drive me every day and would stay on the premises until school was over. Even if I wanted to ditch class and run away, Roy Landry was watching like a fucking hawk. I managed to mellow out a little once I graduated high school – I guess being locked up like Rapunzel will do that to people. I wasn’t allowed to go to prom – parties thrown by the other girls - I was isolated in my room. While my brothers were living their lives, I was stuck watching Walter Cronkite on the CBS Evening News with Brenda and Roy ever night.

I’m sure you’re trying to figure out where I’m going with all this information – I swear it’s important given the truth you’re about to hear.

A girl who hitchhiked all the way to California- fell in love with two brothers who despised each other – watching as they both fell into the pits of hell by creating the most dangerous motorcycle gang in Northern Cali – my story has to start somewhere, right?

[slimepuppied]

this ! all of this !

there are a lot of layers to this based in headcanons i have, that without knowing make it seem more black and white. i don't think logan's disgust to the situation is entirely based on gerri kellman's honorary man status, but i think it plays a part into roman's queerness in logan's mind. it is so clear that what logan says goes ( logan saying ken's kids weren't real, and roman repeating it, there are other examples but i'm too lazy to find them. )

i think logan has looked at roman and seen him as queer and said it, and so it is true. ( even before he knew that roman has had sexual encounters with men, something shiv makes logan aware of as a "pattern of behavior". )

and he has looked at gerri and seen her as a man, as something unfuckable and thus, she is. ( parts of this also rely on connor's comment about gerri being "the new thing once" and a plethora of other thoughts i have had with gerri not fucking logan. )

i've talked in length with my friends about gerri and gender and the concept of her own gender queerness that she certainly wouldn't label herself as such. her gender is a performance and she is dancing to the beat of waystar / logan's drum, she will wear suits and pull her hair back, she will groom herself to blend in to the corporate fuckery until things like the RECNY where there is an expectation to present more feminine.

she has climbed this unattainable ladder and reached the top, she has power, something that is held only in the hands of men within the world she works. gerri is walking on the razor's edge, feminine enough to be accepted, but masculine enough she is not noticeable.

i also think gerri has aged out of the concept of sexuality in the mind of her peers as well. ( this being something i touch on with the term "unfuckable" which is bullshit and a misogynistic view point, but we're looking through the lens of logan roy and waystar and considering his remarks about her . . . it's putting it kindly. ) she is a widow and a mother, and she is cut throat and she isn't soft, she isn't "womanly" whatever the fuck that means.

and i think logan looks at this dynamic, and the layers of odd-ness to it, the queerness within it, not only with queerness as a term in regards to their mutual sexuality / gender, but the . . . obtuseness of it, the taboo that roman craves and gerri both in terms of her own gender, and sexuality, and age, and relationship to him, provides, as well as the way they have both been very outwardly supporting each other, when they are meant to be like everyone else. they are meant to bite and scratch and claw and kill, and care as a concept is just as foreign to him as the idea of being attracted to an older woman.

i don't know how to explain to you my concept of gerri kellman and the complications of gender, i don't know how to tell you that she is an honorary man, i don't know how to tell you this relates to logan's disgust of the entire romangerri situation and dick pic gate, and roman's queerness. i have so many thoughts about this.