#i can’t stop thinking about my dads head exploding when he finds out

[oh-my-wizard-god]

I got my first tattoo today! don’t tell my dad

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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It takes another minute or so of Buck holding Chris for him to calm down. For his breathing to regulate. Just like his father. Except the temperature doesn’t drop and leaves don’t appear from nowhere. Because this is just a normal panic attack. Brought on by a heap of extra trauma Christopher doesn’t deserve. And Eddie can’t be here right now to help him through it. So Buck will do everything he possibly can. He’ll do anything to help him. 

But he also has Eddie to think about. And while Eddie’s only priority would be Chris, Buck will always prioritize Eddie. He has to figure out how to help both of them. 

“You must be hungry,” Buck says when Chris finally calms down.

“Yeah,” Chris nods.

“Why don’t we find something to eat and drink?” Buck asks. “We can deal with everything else later.”

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Eddie listens to everything his mother has to say. He doesn’t interrupt. He’s not looking for an argument here. He’s looking to buy time. Time and information.

He doesn’t drink the tea she makes. He gets himself a glass of water instead. Honestly, he’s surprised when clear, clean water comes out. He’d been half-expecting algae, with the state of this house. Luckily, the plumbing seems unimpacted. 

His mother tells a story longer than he’d particularly needed to hear. Eddie had wanted a concise summary of need-to-know information. But it works, because Sophia has enough time to clean and bandage the wound to their dad’s throat. 

Eddie doesn’t know what to think of the story. He doesn’t know what to trust. She’s proven herself a liar. Someone who manipulates the truth and omits information. But a lot of what she’s saying sounds like it could be true. The details about where she’s from, and how they connect to where Adriana was unknowingly dumping bodies. Her sister, disappearing and dying in a similar way to how Adriana disappeared and may have died. It all makes sense.

“You had a responsibility to tell us,” Sophia accuses at one point. 

“No,” Helena shakes her head. “I was protecting you.”

“I don’t feel very protected,” Adriana replies flatly. 

“Neither do I,” Eddie says. “At least not by you.”

“You wouldn’t have ever needed to know!” Helena protests. “If you’d all just listened to me! I did everything to try to get you to stay here and avoid this!” 

“Are you kidding?” Eddie asks. “You think going to Los Angeles is what did this to me? Not my child being taken from me?” 

“That’s not what happened,” she says. “He called us, Eddie. Did I trick you into traumatizing him, too?”

“You had him in that room writing nothing over and over. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t think for himself. Why would I believe anything now?” Eddie practically spits. 

Sophia looks appalled. “Mom, why would you do that to him? He’s a kid.”

“He was being irrational!” She defends herself. “They both were. They both… I just needed them to stop. I needed them to listen. I could have kept him safe, Eddie. I could have. You didn’t.”

And that sort of makes Eddie snap. Lose his cool. Forget what they’re trying to do here.

“Well, I hope you’re fucking happy, because you’re never going to see him again!” Eddie seethes. 

“Eddie,” Adriana cautions. 

“You will never hurt him or me again for making choices you disagree with!” He continues, ignoring his sister. “That’s life, Mom. We get fucking free will.”

“And it gets you, what?” She shouts back. “Shot? Mixed up in miserable relationships? You don’t listen. Eventually, learning the hard way gets you killed!”

“Better than being stuck with you!” Eddie sort of explodes. 

Helena tenses and looks around the room. Like she’s about to do something. Make good on her threat to kill their dad. Sophia lurches back a little, from her chair, facing their father. His hand is shaking around the knife. She looks terrified. 

“Okay, everyone stop,” Adriana commands. “Mom, shut up. Eddie, calm down. I’ve had enough of this.”

Everybody looks at her. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen.”

🍂

“I didn’t want to go to Texas. Or maybe I did… I don’t actually really remember.”

Chris just sort of begins talking while they’re eating. They’re at one of those open-all-night diners. Kind of sketchy, but otherwise mostly empty. Buck told him to order whatever he wanted. And it turns out, Chris is hungry. Very hungry. He gets a big platter with eggs and breakfast sausages. Home fries and toast. A milkshake on the side. Buck doesn’t care. He’ll buy him the whole diner if he has to. 

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

This Time

Everyone assumes Dick ignores his injuries on purpose. And he supposes that’s fair, because it happens a lot. But it still makes him angry, because damn it, he really didn’t mean to this time.

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This isn’t the worst thing in the world. It’s dark, his head throbs with every beat of his heart, and something warm and wet trickles up his face. (Up his face?) But Dick has certainly seen worse. He’s been through much worse.

He’s just having trouble thinking of an example with all the pressure in his head.

“-wing, do you read?”

Dick winces, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead. The comm in his ear crackles like a bowl of rice krispies.

“Nightwing,” Dick responds, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again. His vision doesn’t change. If anything, it gets darker when he opens his eyes, if that’s even possible.

“Thank god,” the comm sighs. It’s Barbara, almost certainly. “What’s your 9-2?”

Dick takes a moment to think. Or try to, anyway. What is his 9-2? It’s dark. Everything hurts. And for some reason, he’s completely incapable of sitting up or moving his legs.

“Dark,” Dick manages. “Can’t move.”

“Alright,” Barbara says, only the slightest bit of frustration hidden in her tone. “I’ll find your location. Have you heard from Hood?”

“Hood…?”

Should Dick know where Jason is?

“Yes. He was on recon with you when you stopped responding.” She hesitates, and Dick can't be sure if she's flicking switches on her end or if the comm is giving out. “Aaand there was an explosion by the docks forty-five seconds ago. Why didn't I know this?”

“Maybe it was quiet,” Dick suggested. “Less like a dad sneeze and more like a kitten sneeze.”

“You're hysterical,” Barbara replies flatly. “Considering your tracker places you at a North Refrigeration warehouse, I’m betting you got caught in the blast.”

Dick tries to slow his breathing as the world spins around him. “That-” A dry cough makes his ears ring. “That might be it.”

“Health status?”

That's an excellent question that Dick has zero answers to. He hurts, sure, and it's getting harder to breathe, and his brain is about to explode, but… He just doesn't know. It'd be so much easier if he could just see-

“Nightwing,” Barbara presses. “Answer me.”

“Shh.”

“Did you just shush me??”

“Gimme a minute,” Dick grunts, blinking against the sudden flashlight in his face.

“God, do you look like shit.” Jason is smirking, his usual helmet no longer hiding his expression. He’s also upside-down, standing on the ceiling, so there are bigger concerns than a little ribbing.

“Jay, what-?” Dick doesn't even have a second to process things before up is down and his back slams into the ground. His fall is barely controlled, with Jason trying and failing to ease Dick to the ground. His head spins, ears hosting at least three bell choirs.

“Sorry, ‘wing,” Jason hums, though he doesn't look particularly sorry. “Your suit was caught on a shelving unit.”

Dick blinks dizzily, taking in his now-visible surroundings. The ceiling above him isn't actually a ceiling at all. It's a giant shelf, angled just enough to keep a mountain of bricks from crushing the brothers. Dick must have fallen onto one of its four supports and been left dangling.

“-swear to god, Nightwing, if you don’t-!”

“‘m here, O,” Dick mumbles, wishing she could yell at him a bit quieter. “Hood’s here too.” He wrenches the comm from his ear and shoves it at Jason.

Dubiously, Jason takes the comm, wipes it off on his pants (though considering the dust covering both of them, Dick doubts that did anything to make the comm cleaner), and shoves it in his own ear. “This is Hood.” He’s quiet for a moment, and even through the ringing, Dick can hear the way Barbara scolds him.

“My helmet got busted in the explosion,” Jason explains. He pauses and then- “Yeah, it protected me. I’m fine. But Wingding here looks like he fell off a train.”

Dick wants to argue with him, because that's not really fair. He just got blown up. Or… he thinks he got blown up, anyway. He can't remember too much about today’s patrol. (Were they on patrol? He's not even certain of that.)

“No,” Jason continues. “No. We were checking the old North Refrigeration warehouse on Smithon. Penguin’s back to smuggling weapons. Maybe there was a shipment with… I dunno, like a lot of C-4.”

After another pause, Jason nudges Dick’s arm. “Hey, still with me?”

Dick hadn't realized he’d closed his eyes. He opens one, and wow, Jason looks worried. Which is weird, because the helmet usually hides all that. Dick wonders what he’s so scared of.

“Babs sent out the troops. Batman and Robin are on their w-”

Jason never finishes his sentence. Or maybe he does. Dick can't remember. All he knows is that it’s dark again, and everything still hurts. But at the very least, he’s not upside-down this time.

And he’s not alone either.

“Jay,” Dick mumbles, pushing at the arm on his chest. “Jay, get off.”

But Jason doesn't reply.

“Jason,” he says louder, fear creeping into his blood. He feels down Jason’s arm to his shoulder and then to his neck. He fumbles as he blindly searches for Jason’s jaw and presses the skin beneath it.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

It's a bit slow, but a pulse is a pulse. From there, Dick finds Jason’s nose and feels the heat of his breath.

Heartbeat, check. Breathing, check. Responsiveness… definitely not a check.

Dick tries to sit up and assess the situation, but his left side is trapped under Jason. Instead, he finds Jason’s ears. Neither ear has the comm. It must be on the ground somewhere.

Dick throws his right arm out to the side, feeling around for the missing earpiece. His left arm tingles with jealousy (and maybe lack of blood flow), still pinned to the ground.

Babs sent out the troops, Jason had said. Batman and Robin. Dick isn't sure what their plan is, but he holds out hope that rescue is imminent. All Dick has to do is keep Jason alive until that happens.

Easier said than done.

The weight on Dick’s side feels unmoveable (heavier than Jason should be, even in Red Hood’s body armor). It doesn’t matter how much Dick struggles. He’s well and truly trapped.

With his locus of control shrinking to the size of a grape, Dick tries to find something productive to do. He closes his eyes, trying to listen for outside noises. Passing cars or the airhorn from a barge or a grumpy Batman grunt. But the ringing in his ears is still too loud. All he hears is pain.

Something in Dick’s chest snaps. He can’t be sure if something really broke or if it just sounded that way. Regardless, it feels like someone is crushing his ribcage in a vise. Panic spikes as he realizes that neither of them are going to survive long like this. He tries to ignore the pain, ignore how hard it is to breathe, ignore every alarm bell in his brain. He needs to keep his mind clear if he wants to get out of this.

Dick reaches up to feel Jason’s breath again. It’s still there. Still warm. There’s still time.

Then he throws his arm out again to search for the comm. It's gross and painful, dragging his bare fingers through dirt and shards of glass, but he does find something. It's too big to be the comm though. Feels more like a-

“Please let this work,” Dick begs. With a push of a button, the screen of Jason’s phone miraculously turns on. Reception is horrible, or maybe the SIM card is busted, but the flashlight illuminates the space with little trouble. The area is even smaller than before, with bricks spilling through the gaps in the shelf. Jason is thrown over Dick, rubble crushing his right side. His face is only inches to the left of Dick’s eyes, so it’s difficult to assess his health status. But what Dick can see? Blood. Dick knows that head wounds usually look worse than they are, but he's not so sure about this one.

Dick isn’t nervous. At least not on the outside. He can’t afford to lose it right now. Once the danger is past, once this is all over, then he can freak out. So he really can’t explain the shake in his fingers as he pinches Jason’s shoulder hard.

Jason grunts in what Dick can only assume is annoyance. He bats away Dick’s hand and starts spouting off curse words in the world’s most pathetic mumble.

Dick has never been so happy to be cussed out in his life.

“Hey, Jay,” he greets, hand moving from the shoulder to Jason’s wrist, not-so-subtly checking his heart rate. “Y’okay?”

Jason doesn’t reply right away, trying and failing to shift off of Dick. Every movement sends shockwaves of pain through Dick’s chest. 

“Augh, okay, okay, okay,” Dick wheezes, vision white as he just tries to get Jason to stop. “Relax. It’s okay.”

It’s definitely not okay, but Jason doesn’t seem to know the difference. When he speaks again, his voice is different. Not confused or in pain.

Relieved.

“Bruce?” he rasps.

“I mean, I know we look similar,” Dick replies, instantly defaulting to jokes, “but how long will it take you to tell us apart?”

But Jason isn’t listening, doesn’t understand, or simply doesn’t care. “Bruce, I thought you’d… I didn’t think you’d…” He’s lost for words.

“It’s okay, Little Wing,” Dick soothes, feeling Jason’s neck for a pulse again. (It’s slow. Why is it so slow?) It isn’t worth the hassle of trying to explain who he really is when Jason is so clearly out of it.

(When Jason is so obviously dying. He’s dying-)

“N-no,” Jason fumbles. “No, it’s okay… ‘cuz y’made it. Y’made it this… this time…”

Dread pools in Dick’s stomach, filling his blood with ice. He sweeps the ground for the comm, desperately flicking the flashlight’s beam in every crack and crevice of the rubble surrounding them. “C’mon,” he mutters under his breath. “C’mon, please.”

“Bruce?” Jason’s voice is desolate. Tearful. Even in his frantic search to get help, Dick can hear the terror in his words. “I… I was so scared, Bruce. The… The Joker was… He was…”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Dick can’t hide his panic anymore. He checks and double checks the phone for reception, holding it as high as he can. The movement makes his ribs shriek in pain, but Dick can’t let that stop him. “Come on.” Why hasn’t help arrived? What’s taking them so long??

And then the rubble above them cracks and moans. The sound is so sudden that - had Dick been able to move - he would have jumped out of his skin. Rocks rain from above, and Dick covers his face to avoid getting dirt in his eyes. And then there’s light so blinding that Dick has to keep his face covered, eyes watering from the sudden appearance of the sky.

“Nightwing?” It’s Bruce’s voice, but Bruce can’t help him right now.

“He needs help,” Dick says instantly, speaking up and out of the rubble at the man who just lifted a whole warehouse with his bare hands. “Head injury. Slow pulse, altered mental status. Get him out of here now.”

Superman doesn’t waste a second. In less than the blink of an eye, Jason and Superman are gone. A ruined warehouse and a small puddle of blood are all that remain of the nightmare. To fill the sudden, aching silence, Bruce reaches down and helps Dick up. Without Jason or the mountain of debris on top of him, it’s laughably easy.

“Nightwing, report.”

Dick sighs heavily. It seems you’re never too old to be ordered around by Bruce. It also seems you’re never too old to obey an order from Bruce. He responds almost immediately, like the knee-jerk reaction that it is.

“Hood and I were investigating a sudden increase in illegal weapons in Gotham. Breadcrumbs led us to Penguin’s old smuggling racket. An explosion went off tonight in a North Refrigeration warehouse while we were inside. A secondary device followed. Lapsed time unknown. Hood was injured in the second blast and was unresponsive for an unknown period, at least ninety seconds. Bradycardic, GCS of… nine or ten. I don’t know.”

Bruce “hn”s. The cowl stares at Dick, though Dick can’t be sure what Bruce is actually looking at. Maybe his eyes are closed. Who’s really to say?

“And you?” Bruce asks carefully.

“Fine. Minor bruising,” Dick replies, barely even processing the question. His mind is almost solely focused on Jason and his delirium. On what exactly Jason was seeing. What he was thinking.

Another “hn.” Bruce uses one gloved hand to carefully turn Dick’s head, checking for unspoken injuries. But, seeing nothing, he nods once. “Check in with Alfred before you turn in tonight.”

“Sir, yessir.”

The cowl stares at him for another long moment.

“What, B?” Dick’s voice is harsher than he intends. Like the frustration and anxiety and fear from the day have possessed his vocal cords.

Bruce’s lips remain in a firm line, but his posture stiffens. “It's bad.” It’s not a question. He knows too, even from that brief glimpse of Jason. It only makes the whole situation worse.

Dick nods. “He’s… It doesn't look good.” But Dick really doesn't want to discuss it, so instead, he walks towards the nearby lot, hoping his bike didn't get caught in the blast.

“Where are you going?” It's Damian, disdain and all. “The Batmobile is the other way.”

But Dick just waves him off. “I’ll take my bike. I need the air.”

Dick can feel the judgment even with his back turned. Can feel their unspoken questions. But neither Batman nor Robin try to stop him, so he keeps going. He doesn't stop or turn around until he's on his motorcycle and speeding off.

Batman had ordered Dick to get checked out in the Cave’s med bay. But Dick didn't become Nightwing by following orders. And besides, there’s too much swimming in his head. He needs some space. So instead of going to the Batcave, Dick finds the nearest safehouse. It isn't untraceable (Barbara just has to check the safehouse access logs to realize where he’s gone), but that's okay. Dick doesn't want to hide. He just wants to be alone.

And a shower. He really needs a shower.

Dick parks his bike in the lot behind the safehouse and climbs the fire escape. This particular safehouse is situated above a crowded, notably grimy dive bar. While someone dressed as a vigilante would probably not be the most surprising event of the night for the bar patrons, Dick still worries. He'd rather climb the building than risk his identity on the first floor.

The safehouse (safe-apartment, maybe, but that doesn't have the same ring to it) is dark and quiet. The ringing of Dick’s ears has ebbed quite a bit, and he welcomes the silence. It's also stocked at all times, though the food is usually canned or packaged and the clothing is almost always ill-fitting. But Dick would like nothing more than to cinch a pair of sweatpants right now.

He isn't lucky enough to find sweatpants, of course. After raiding the bedroom’s dresser, Dick is rewarded with a worn pair of jeans and an unfortunate studded leather jacket from Bruce’s biker phase. (Dick really can't judge; he once tried to pair corduroy and velvet.)

Upon entering the bathroom, Dick is greeted with a horrific sight: his own face in the mirror. Blood has dried and crusted along the side of his head, matting his hair. Dirt coats every inch of him, grime broken by trails of sweat. And he looks, in general, horrible. He knows he hasn't been sleeping enough, but the pallor under the dirt seems extreme.

Bruce, I was so scared. The Joker was-

The ghost of a voice hits him suddenly and without warning. Dick has to swallow back acid. Jason had thought he was Bruce. He’d thought he was still Robin, still dying- 

And only part of his deduction was wrong.

Dick shakes his head, as if physically ridding himself of the thoughts. He can't think about it right now. He can't.

His suit takes effort to peel off. Sweat and grime have practically fused the body armor to his skin. And once it's finally off, Dick kind of wishes he’d never taken it off at all. His whole body - arms, legs, torso - is peppered with dark purple. No wonder he aches. The bruising is the worst across his abdomen, no doubt what he’d landed on during the first explosion, and up his left side, where the rubble (and Jason) fell on him during the second explosion.

No, it's okay. You made it this time, Bruce. You’re here.

Dick steps in the shower. He needs to get this done quickly. The adrenaline is still carrying him through most of the pain, but Dick can feel it fading. He doesn't have much time before it’ll hurt too much to move.

Bruce, I was so scared. I was so scared. I was so scared.

Dick feels lightheaded. Jason had been alone when he died. And now, he’s okay with dying so long as there's someone around to talk to him. It's… Dick hates that he didn't find out until later. Much, much later.

He stays in the shower until his knees start to shake. Then he drags himself out, clinging to the towel rack with a white-knucked grip. It's painful how slowly he towels off and pulls on the salvaged clothing. With no real shirts in sight, Dick has no option but to zip the embarrassing leather jacket up and endure the chafing. It's barely noticeable under the ache in his muscles.

Sufficiently clean and too tired to stand anymore, Dick heads to the couch. It's only after he collapses that he notices the shadowy figure by the window. He jumps up, muscles shrieking, but the figure waves him off, stepping into the light and perching on the edge of the couch cushions.

“Oh,” Dick mumbles, dropping back against the dusty pillows. “Hey, Cass.” It bothers him that he didn't hear her come in. Of anyone to sneak past him, it would be Cass, but even so, it's disconcerting. Maybe he hit his head harder than he realized.

Cass hums in greeting, watching Dick carefully. She's incredible at reading body language - it's her whole MO - but Dick still foolishly hopes that she can't tell what he’s thinking, how he's feeling.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks, though he’s pretty sure he knows the answer.

“You weren't in the Cave,” Cass explains. She continues to watch him, expression unreadable. It's a good way to pressure someone into talking. Dick isn't immune.

“Yeah. I wanted a shower.”

But Cass doesn't nod or hum her assent. Her response is obvious: The Cave has showers.

Much nicer showers, at that. But the Cave also has something the safehouse doesn't:

People.

Or so Dick thought, anyway.

“Look, I’m… I just needed a second alone.”

“It's been a second.”

Dick offers a flat look. Cass doesn't smile, but her face incrementally softens. “Okay, so I needed an hour or whatever. I’ll call him once his patrol’s over.”

“It’s morning. His patrol is over.”

…

What.

“No, Cass, I just… It hasn't been that long,” he insists, because that can't be right. He only got a shower. It couldn't have taken him all night. And yet, the sunrise is clearly visible from the window. Dick can feel the beams of light warm his skin. It's quite obviously daytime.

“It has. Bruce is worried.”

“He’s always worried,” Dick replies absently. He just can't understand how it can possibly be morning. He wracks his brain for explanations. Did he fall asleep? Or maybe he really had hit his head that hard. What has he been doing all night?

“You’re okay?” Cass tips her head, her short locks brushing her shoulders.

“I’m… Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I must’ve… fallen asleep. Or something.”

“You look tired.” Cass stands up and rocks on her heels.

“I’m fine,” Dick repeats, standing up after her. Every inch of him burns in pain, but he ignores it. “Is Jason okay? What happened to him?”

“Critical condition.” Her response is blunt and succinct. Cass has never been one to dance around the truth.

Dick feels dizzy. He takes a deep breath. (Ow. Actually, maybe he’ll breathe a little shallower for now.) “He’s still at the Cave, right?” A tiny part of him worries that it’s much worse than that. That Alfred and Leslie have deemed Jason too unstable to keep in the Cave. That a Bat finally requires a real hospital.

Cass nods. “The car is outside.”

That makes Dick raise an eyebrow. “I didn't even know you could drive.”

But Cass ignores him, already heading out the window and down the fire escape, movements graceful and silent. By comparison, Dick’s stiff, aching muscles make his every step just shy of a sonic boom. But Dick can’t bring himself to care. Already, he’s undoing the work of the shower, sweat trickling down his neck and back. (He shouldn’t be sweating this much. Why is he sweating so much?) By the time Dick sees the van, he's just happy to get in. He slams the passenger door behind him and jumps. He hadn't realized there was someone already at the steering wheel.

“They were out of cinnamon, so I had them put ginger in instead,” Stephanie explains, reaching back to hand Cass a coffee cup. Then she looks at Dick, expression frozen somewhere between pity and amusement. “And you get chamomile tea.”

Dick raises an eyebrow. “Not that I’m not grateful-”

“Uh-uh,” Steph interjects, shoving the cup into his hands. “You need to relax. I can see your blood pressure from here, and it's killing the Spoilermobile’s vibe.”

“You can't see a blood pressure, Steph.”

“My van, my rules. You're stressing me out, so drink your tea and be quiet.”

“What’s going on? Did Bruce put you up to this too?” Dick mumbles into the cup. It smells great, but he knows that the second he starts drinking it, he's going to pass out. What he needs is really strong coffee.

“No,” Steph insists. “Bruce put Cass up to this. I just wanted coffee. Now buckle up.”

“Did something happen?” Dick has a belated rush of adrenaline. He’d assumed that Jason was in a similar state to when Dick had last seen him, but what if things had gotten worse? What if Cass and Steph were trying to gently break the bad news to Dick? The news that Jason is dead again-

“What did I just say?” Steph shakes her head, takes a long sip of her coffee, and then continues. “You're stressing me out. Just chill, okay? Jason doesn’t look good, but it’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

There’s a sad irony to that statement, but Dick doesn’t have the energy to notice it. “Oh.” The brief flood of wired energy disappears from his blood just as quickly as it came. He falls back against the seat (ow) and fumbles for the seatbelt with numb fingers. “Okay.”

Stephanie snorts humorlessly, guiding the bulky van down the narrowing alley. She keeps glancing at Dick from the corner of her eye, but she doesn't say anything. And with Dick too tired to talk and Cass rarely speaking to begin with, it makes for a quiet car ride, even with the blaring horns as Steph speeds down the road.

Despite his clear desire not to and despite the hairpin turns and abrupt, gut-churning brakework, Dick falls asleep after ten minutes. He wakes up with two warm fingers against his throat.

“M’good.” Dick squints blearily, and Cass sits back, a clear frown tugging on her lips.

“You're obviously not,” Steph grumbles. “The hell was that?”

“Fell asleep,” he says, mopping his face with a hand. “You know, it's that thing you do when you close your eyes and stop talking.”

“Yeah, no. That wasn’t sleeping. Normal people usually stop sleeping when they spill hot water on themselves. You didn’t even flinch.”

Dick glances down. His jeans (or… whoever’s jeans these are) are drenched, and Dick can feel a delayed burning sensation, practically imperceptible under the pounding of his head and the aching of his muscles. The coffee cup is on its side on the floor. Absently, Dick realizes that his socks are soaked. He must have dropped the cup when he fell asleep.

And then didn’t wake up. For some reason.

“Look, you can be a pain in the ass about it, and we’ll figure out what the problem is, or you can admit now that something’s up. Your call.”

“I’m fine,” Dick hisses.

“Yeah, guess I should have seen that coming,” Steph muses.

Dick drops his forehead onto his palm, closing his eyes and trying to will away his headache. “Hey, um… sorry. Do you-?” He feels a tap on his shoulder, and he opens his eyes to find Cass holding something out to him.

“Oh. Thanks, Cass.” Dick takes the pills from her, noting the telltale brown of generic painkillers. He doesn't ask how she knew. He just dry swallows the pills (because his tea is on the floor) and leans against the window.

Stephanie chews her lip. Dick can see the war in her mind, fighting to keep from pushing the issue. “What happened back there?” she asks instead. “At the docks?”

Hell if Dick knows. But he forces his eyes open (he’d shut them without noticing again; he needs to stop doing that) and sighs. “Penguin was dealing weapons out of his fridge front again. Jason and I were due to bust a deal tonight - last night, I mean - but someone must have known we were coming. First blast shook us up. Second blast knocked Jason out.”

“Could you wake him up?” The question is hesitant. Steph knows it's a tricky subject, but her curiosity has her in a death grip.

“Yeah,” Dick replies, but he doesn't elaborate. “Superman got there pretty quickly.”

Not quickly enough - Dick can still feel the glass in his fingers, the knot in his stomach as he desperately searched for the comm - but still quick by most standards.

It’s okay, Bruce. You made it in time. You made it this time.

“You coming?”

Dick can’t help but jump. Steph is watching him through the passenger door window, lips pouted and arms crossed. Cass taps the window. How long had they been standing there? And when had they entered the Cave?

“Yeah. Sorry.” Dick fumbles with the seatbelt and pops the door. He slides out with all the grace of a stick figure, body furious that he’s standing again.

Stephanie doesn’t say anything, though Dick can see the question in her eyes:

What is wrong with you?

Cass doesn’t deviate from a neutral gaze, but her hand does dart out to pat him once on the head. She told him once that his hair was soft and felt nice. But Dick is pretty sure she’s doing it more for his benefit than her own.

Rather than explain himself, Dick ducks his head and pushes forward, trying to ignore Steph’s eyes on his back, burning holes through the leather jacket.

“You look ridiculous.”

“Thanks, Dami,” Dick replies, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Where's Jason?” He already knows the answer. He knows that he knows the answer. So why is he asking?

“In the med bay.” Damian shoves his hands in his own pockets. “Pennyworth requested no visitors for the moment.”

Dick isn't sure whether that's a good sign or a bad one. But it doesn't really matter because his ears are ringing again.

It's okay, Bruce. You made it this time.

“Got it,” Dick mumbles. He feels nauseous, but rather than run to the bathroom, Dick goes to the showers. He has a change of clothes in his locker, and he needs to get out of this jacket. He can feel sweat trickle down his neck and back, and paradoxically, he shivers.

Changing is its own challenge. It was difficult to change when Dick had the adrenaline to carry himself through. But now? Hours (apparently) since the explosion?

Moving at all feels like he’s tearing himself apart. It takes him ages to change, and though he's glad he's not wearing the biker look anymore, he's not sure it was worth the pain. He collapses on a bench and rests forwards on his arms, staring at the floor.

Dick isn't sure how long he stays there when a voice breaks him from semi-consciousness.

“Hey, you okay?” Tim is watching him with curious eyes, one hand on Dick’s shoulder.

“Oh. Yeah, yeah, I’m…” Dick sits up immediately, and his vision darkens, sparking with pinpricks of light. He tries not to let it show. “I’m okay.”

Tim looks unconvinced. “Yeah. Okay. Sure. Why don't we go to the med bay?”

“I said, I’m fine,” Dick grits out, but he doesn't move to stand up.

“To see Jason,” Tim clarifies.

“Oh. We can do that?”

“Alfred cleared him for visitors an hour ago.”

Dick is getting a headache from all the random time changes. He isn't sure how long he's been in the shower room, but certainly it hasn't been an hour.

… has it?

“Okay,” is all Dick says. He doesn't have the energy to argue. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the energy to stand up either.

Tim waits ten seconds. Then he gets impatient and moves to pull Dick up. But the pulling on his ribs makes Dick cry out and wrench his arm back, curling it across his chest.

“Knew it,” Tim mutters. But he doesn’t revel in his genius for long. He’s suddenly sitting next to Dick, trying to pry Dick’s arms away from his body.

“C’mon,” Tim groans. “Let me see. What’s wrong?”

Pain ebbing from agony to a dull, dangerous ache, Dick straightens, shaking his head. “Just… Just my ribs.”

Tim doesn’t reply. He doesn’t need to. His doubt is palpable.

“Swear,” Dick promises. “Got crushed in the second blast.”

“And you know you don’t have a concussion or internal bleeding because…?”

“Not puking blood. Didn’t pass out.”

Tim folds his arms, nose scrunching in disdain. “That’s it? Those are your only gauges?”

“I’m fine, Tim.”

“You already admitted to broken ribs. I wouldn’t consider that ‘fine.’”

Dick is running out of strength to argue back. The last thing he wants is to worry Tim, especially with Jason the way he is, but everything is starting to blur. Sweat trails down his back. His stomach is killing him.

“It’s okay,” Dick replies weakly. “I’m-”

Bruce, I was so scared. The Joker was-

“-let Alfred look you over?” Tim is talking over the haunted voice, like it isn’t even there. Like he doesn’t realize the gravity of the words. And of course he wouldn’t realize. He wasn’t there.

You weren’t there either, Dick. You didn’t even try to save me. You were off with the Titans, too busy to save your family.

“-please?”

The Joker tortured me. He beat me until I had more broken bones than not. And you know why?

“Dick, talk to me. You’re scaring me-”

Because I’m.

“-Dick, I swear to god-”

Not.

“-open your eyes-”

You.

“ALFRED!”

He wouldn’t have killed me if I was you. He was just mad that B was expanding the nest. He missed his old game. His old playmates. Me not included.

“-bleeding. Has he been in-”

If you’d stayed, I wouldn’t be dead.

“-should have taken him straight to the Cave-”

Dick is sorry. He’s sorry, he’s sorry, he’s sorry. If he could go back, he would. If it would save Jason’s life, he would. If he even could have known that Jason was in trouble, he would have dropped everything to save him. If only he’d known-

“-can’t believe it… Well, I can believe it, but-”

If you’d stayed, I wouldn’t be dead.

“-in and out all day-”

If you’d stayed, I wouldn’t be dead.

“-lucky he stayed, or I’d be dead.” A dry laugh. “Again.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“It is not.”

The voices that rouse Dick are familiar in their own ways but sound completely foreign together. One is Bruce, Dick is absolutely certain, but the other is trickier to place. It isn’t Alfred or Tim or Damian. Is it Jason?

Bruce, I was so scared. The Joker was-

Definitely, definitely not his little brother, waiting for a fate written by Dick’s own selfishness. The voice is too gruff. Too knowledgeable.

Silently, Dick listens on, but the pair has stopped speaking. So Dick cracks one eye open, trying to interpret his hazy surroundings.

High ceilings. Harsh artificial light. Starch-white sheets tucked up to his chin. Bruce, pacing, agitated. And a young man, dark hair with a white streak, looking pale, alive, and inexplicably bored.

It takes Dick many seconds more to remember that this is Jason now. Not the broken little bird in red and yellow. Not simply the Boy Wonder. Jason is a man, haunted and bold and tough as hell.

“Jay…?” His voice is shakier than he expected.

“So he does speak,” Jason muses. “You're a dick, you know that?”

Dick raises an eyebrow, half-lidded gaze rife with judgment. “It's… in the name.”

Jason looks like he might punch Dick, but he stays in his chair. He doesn't look great. His eyes are tired, face slightly green. He’s clearly making an effort not to move his head.

“How are you feeling?” Bruce asks, suddenly appearing at Dick’s side.

“I’m…” Dick runs his tongue over his teeth. His mouth feels sandy. “I’m not great, but…” Something is nagging him. He's forgetting something. What is it? What is he forgetting?

It’s okay, Bruce. You made it in time. You made it this time.

Jason is hurt. Jason won't open his eyes. Jason is trapped and thinks he's in that warehouse in Ethiopia-

“Dick?” Bruce's eyebrows lower in concern. “What is it?”

Dick looks over at Jason, who looks pretty concerned himself.

“Are you okay?” Dick asks him.

Jason rolls his eyes but humors him. “Fine. Pretty good concussion, but I’m getting better.”

“What… What happened?”

“You collapsed two days ago,” Bruce replies factually. “Internal bleeding. Broken ribs. Mild concussion.”

“Oh.” Dick feels his face heat up, but he isn't sure why. “Two days ago?”

“Yeah,” Jason cuts in bitterly. “Cuz your dumbass didn't let Alfred look you over. What was it this time? Some martyr act in my honor?”

It wasn't. Or… Dick is pretty sure it wasn't. He felt guilty about Jason, but he'd only wanted to be alone. He wanted to be alone because…

“B, could you step out for a sec?”

Bruce tips his head, lips drawn. But then he nods. “Sure.” He pats Dick’s ankle and leaves the med bay without further complaint.

Now Jason just looks suspicious. “What’s this about?”

“In the explosion, you said some stuff.”

“I don’t remember much. Not after the second blast.”

“You thought I was Bruce,” Dick explains hesitantly. “You thought you were…”

But Jason has little patience for this. “Were what? Dying? I probably was.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, you thought you were… y’know dying. The first time, I mean.” He’s rambling, and he isn’t sure how much sense he’s making.

But Jason’s expression shifts from irritation to stony understanding. “Ethiopia.”

Dick nods, twisting his fingers in the sheets. “You were relieved that Bruce made it. You… you told me that it was okay.”

Jason's lip curls up, the lines around his eyes turning to stone. “I… I don’t remember that.”

“I’m… sorry he wasn’t there the first time. But he… he did show up at the end this time.”

For a long moment, Jason is quiet. He stares at the wall, then considers the ceiling. He presses his knuckles to his lips. Frowns thoughtfully.

But Dick doesn’t like silence. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I was… I was selfish. I chose my pride over you and Bruce.”

And that gets a reaction from Jason. He scowls harder, looking Dick in the eyes. “The hell are you on about? You didn’t even know I was there.”

“I should’ve been paying attention.”

“You seriously blame yourself for what happened? Seriously?”

Dick squirms, unsure if the nausea is from the conversation or the pain meds. Maybe both.

“It happened,” Jason says plainly. “End of story. You had nothing to do with it.”

Dick doesn’t believe that, and Jason must know this too. He carefully stands up and approaches the bedside. “I didn’t have anyone in Ethiopia. But I did have someone on Friday. You were there for me. Let’s call it even, huh?”

Broken ribs be damned, Dick does his best to hug his brother. “You’re not alone anymore,” Dick assures him.

Jason sighs, a hot puff of air against Dick’s neck. “I know.”

[sensei-venus]

Some fluff for Anthony I’m literally in love with him maybe Lawrence reader and everyone finds out about their secret relationship including Daniel Johnny and Amanda

(Unedited) (Support The Writer🌺) (Anthony & Reader are in Highschool because I said so because they go to school with the others, Lawrence!Chubby!Reader,Soft Kissing, Secret Dating,Fluff & Angst, Sneaking Out, Sam is a Snitch,Robby Probably Knew, Johnny trying to be a supportive Dad.)

Reader couldn’t help but giggle a little, her cheeks felt all flushed and warm. Getting into Anthony’s room was a bit of a task. Scaling the LaRusso house and getting up to the roof could be pretty, hard especially at night. There was barely any light other then from the windows.

But sneaking out late at night was the only way for her and Anthony could meet up that week.

Between her father and Anthony’s parents it was hard to meet up in person or face time. Their secret texting only got them so far. The urge to see each other was constant. The only time they got to see each other was at school or when they got to glaze at each other from afar at the dojo. On the rare occasion they meet up for secret dates around town.

It didn’t help that their siblings where also constantly on them. Both Robby and Sam would periodically check in on them. Better known as snoop around to keep a eye on the two of them. The teens knew that their older siblings would sneak into their rooms and look around time to time. So far after months of dating in secret, neither of them seemed to have found out about the secret relationship.

Anthony rolled his eyes as he helped pull his girlfriend in into his room from his bedroom window. He couldn’t help the small smirk that pulled on his lips as she finally climbed all the way in. He helped her stand up and shut his window again. He whispered out “You really have to stop doing that. One day Sam or my parents are going to hear you.” Reader groaned as she flopped onto his soft bed. Her eyes looking over at him as he just sighed and sat down next to her

There was a long pause as they just sat on the bed together thinking. They both had such a hard time keeping the relationship they had a secret, especially for so long. It was madness trying to keep it hidden away from everyone to see.

But it always came down to one simple thing that caused them to not want to come out about their romantic feelings towards each other.

Reader was a Lawrence.

Anthony was a LaRusso.

It was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode if they where to tell everyone they where dating.

“I wish we didn’t have to do all this, sneaking around and stuff. I thought sneaking around was supposed to be fun and exhilarating. This just sucks…” Reader said as she scooted over on the bed to lay her head in his lap. Anthony slowly blinked as he looked down at her. Eyes half lidded as he watched her face fall. He picked at her hair, twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers.

“I don’t like it either but you saw how my parents and your parents acted the last time our families got romantic with each other. Maybe we can wait another year or two or-“

“I don’t want to wait, I want everyone to know that I have a hot boyfriend named Anthony LaRusso, gaming badass and karate dude. I can’t keep acting like I’m single when I’m not. It’s so hard acting l-like we aren’t a thing.” This was one of the only times that Anthony had seen his girlfriend act like this. In the months of meeting her and dating her, he had never seen her this upset.

He had never seen Reader Lawrence on the verge of crying. It made his stomach flip and his heart hurt. His usually strong headed tough girlfriend has tears welling in her eyes. Her hand slowly moved to grasp his. Her soft lips kissing his fingertips.

“I want to be able to hold my girlfriends hand in public. I want to be able to throw a arm over her when I’m sitting during a break at training. I want to kiss her in front of everyone when ever I want to.” He felt this chest start to tighten just a little “Just give me a little more time to think of a way to tell them ok? Please.” Reader clenched her eyes shut trying to magically suck up her tears. He didn’t let her do that for long as he whipped them away with his thumb. She gave a soft smile before pulling him closer.

Their lips meet in a sweet and soft kiss. It was simple and passionate. Light and airy almost. His thumb rubbed over her soft cheek, her hand laced gently though his dark curls. Lips moving together in a sweet rhythm. They where fully embraced into each other.

They didn’t even hear the door to Anthony’s room open.

All they heard was the loud gasp that had them separating in a split second. Eyes going wide as they stared at the open door.

Sam LaRusso stud in the door way with a shocked expression, mouth open and eyes wide as she looked at the two teens. What ever words they had in their minds where lost on their tongues. Both of them in complete shock of being caught by the boys older sister.

“Anthony!! Mom! Dad!”

Anthony didn’t even have time to shove Reader off of his lap by the time his parents showed up.

With a unexpected newcomer.

“Dad why are you here!!”

“You don’t get to ask that! Why the hell are you here Reader?! Your supposed to be at the apartment with Robby!”

Johnny yelled as he pushed past Daniel and Amanda. Reader shoot up and pushed herself away from Anthony on the bed. She was quick to try and lock her knee’s together to look more prepared. Taking a deep breath she looked up at her dad who was basically fuming now. His blue eyes digging holes into hers. Looking like he was about not snap.

Daniel doesn’t look as mad but Amanda is close to the same point as Johnny. Daniel has a eyebrow raised and Amanda is tapping her foot, Sam is still a bit in shock at what she just found going on in Anthony’s room.

“We have been gone for less then two hours and you decided to sneak in a girl- Reader at that.” Daniel says in a questioning tone. Amanda looks at her son in a box of anger and sadness. Clearly seeing what was about to go down now that the two teens had been caught.

Johnny whips back around and points a finger at Daniel and then to Anthony “Hey that’s my kid! I bet your mcjunior son tricked my daughter into coming here. Trying to pick a fight? Reader did he do anything to you?! Did that little prick put a hand on you!”

“Dad no stop!”

“That’s definitely not what was happening when I walked in.” Sam snorted making everyone look at her. She put her hands up In defense.

“Anthony what where you two doing in here when Sam walked in.” Amanda said with her arms crossed.

“I was… I was kissing my girlfriend when Sam walked in.” Anthony exclaims as he looks up to his mom with a small frown.  He really didn’t expect to be telling his parents about this tonight.  he thought that they could get away with it for just a little while longer. Clearly they couldn’t with the turn of events. 

Reader quickly takes his hand in hers and gives it a soft squeeze. Looking over he finds her smiling over at him, relief starts to flood over him. Maybe this wasn’t the worst timing after all. 

They both look up to their parents.

“Sam did you know about this??”

“I had no idea! And I admit to going though his stuff before and I didn’t find anything. I can’t believe he’s even dating anyone in the first place.”

Johnny is pacing the room at this point as he try’s to cope with the new information. He scratches at the back of his head “How long has this been going on? Does Robby know about this?” Reader sighs saying “ We’ve been going out for a few months now, and from my knowledge, Robby has no idea about us going out together. We didn’t want anybody to know in the first place because of this exact reaction.” She huffs at her father.

The room was silent after that for a while.

No one dare make a sound.

“Are you guys actually that made over this? That I’m dating a Lawrence?”

Amanda was the first one to reply back, quickly sitting next to Anthony. She took his free and hand patted it in hers.

“You really thought we would be upset just because your dating Johnny’s daughter? Is that why you two where hiding?”

Reader nods “We thought all of you would be upset about us dating each other because of what happened after Robby and Sam where together. Half of the time you guys couldn’t stand be near each other when the topic came up. We thought it would be the same with us so we just kept it a secret.”

Johnny groaned as he sat down next to his daughter.

“Maybe I’m a little pissed that your dating a LaRusso but still, you shouldn’t have felt like that. I just want to know your safe. If dating a shitty LaRusso makes you happy then so be it.” He tries his best in his own way to comfort his daughter. He puts a hand on the back of her head and gives her a quick kiss to the temple before pulling away. He ruffles her hair, she tears up a little as she goes and hugs her dad.

“It’s ok…I’m not mad.” He rubs her back harshly for a few seconds.

“Sam you suck by the way.”

“What!? What did I do!?”

The rest of the night was filled with chaos as they talked everything out.

The whole time Reader and Anthony held each others hands.

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen 

⚠️ SPOILER HEAVY ⚠️

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death 

Full tags/warnings on Chapter links pos

Major Characters: Original Character, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Yaga Masamichi, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Tsukumo Yuki, Choso

‎‧₊˚✧ Chapter 14 ✧˚₊‧

Sarah peeked around the corner of Yaga’s office, practically vibrating with excitement as she watched him finish a phone call. The second he hung up, she dashed in, nearly bouncing as she approached his desk.

“Yaga-sensei!” she chirped, hands clasped behind her back, giving him her best "you-can’t-say-no" smile. He looked up with an amused but wary expression, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

“Yes, Sarah?” He had the air of someone who knew exactly what was coming.

“Do you think,” she started, carefully drawing out each word, “you might have some time to take me Christmas shopping? In Shinjuku?” She rocked back and forth on her heels, all wide-eyed hope and barely contained energy.

Yaga raised an eyebrow, eyeing her as if expecting some sort of catch. “Why not just go with your friends?” he asked, "I know they’re already planning a shopping trip.”

She scrunched up her nose, clearly horrified by the idea. “If I go with them, they’ll see their presents! And then the surprise is ruined!” She emphasized the last part, eyes wide with mock devastation.

Yaga heaved a long-suffering sigh but was clearly amused. He didn’t answer right away, just watching as she tilted her head a little, her expression growing even more imploring. “Please, Yaga-sensei?” she pleaded, leaning forward just a bit, “I promise it won’t take long!”

He knew that was a blatant lie, but he also knew there was no way he could say no to her when she got that enthusiastic. With another sigh, he nodded. “Alright, I’ll take you. But it’ll have to be next weekend.”

Sarah lit up instantly, clapping her hands. “Yes! Thank you! You’re the best, Yaga-sensei!” Before he could even respond, she scampered off down the hallway, her footsteps echoing as she practically skipped away, muttering plans to herself about all the perfect gifts she’d buy.

Yaga watched her disappear, and despite himself, a small smile crept onto his face. Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, “That kid… always full of surprises.”

When the weekend finally came, Yaga stood quietly by the torii gates, hands shoved into his coat pockets against the brisk December air. He spotted Sarah bouncing down the path toward him, wrapped up in the white scarf he’d made her, its soft wool tucked carefully around her neck. It felt surreal seeing her wear it, knowing she had no idea he was the one who’d given it to her, let alone the reasons for it. Her binding vow weighed on his mind, but he forced himself not to dwell on it as she finally skidded to a stop beside him, grinning up at him with all the warmth of a winter sunrise.

“Yaga-sensei! Okay, so here’s the plan,” she began, practically bursting with excitement as she launched into her detailed plan. “First, I need to find something for Shoko and Satoru, and Suguru too. Then something for Mom and Dad and my brothers, of course. And then maybe something for Nee-chan? But... I guess I don't really know where to send her presents so maybe not...”

Yaga nodded along with her chatter, his face remaining its usual stoic mask, but he listened intently as they walked down the temple steps. Sarah’s footsteps echoed against the stone, her excitement practically exploding through the air. He knew this part of her well—the childlike wonder she exuded—and he would protect it for as long as it could last.

As they reached the bottom of the steps, Sarah suddenly stopped and looked up at him, biting her lip thoughtfully. “Yaga-sensei,” she asked, “what should I get Panda for Christmas?” She tilted her head, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity. “I mean, I know he’s only four, but I want to get him something he’ll actually like. Do little kids like RC cars?” She laughed, looking a little sheepish, “Or is that too complicated for his little paws?”

Yaga considered this, taking in the image of Panda's big, bright eyes and small hands gripping an RC controller, probably smashing the car into every corner he could find. The thought was so endearing he felt a tightness in his chest, but he kept his face calm, clearing his throat. “Panda would love that,” he replied, his tone as even as always. “He’s got a thing for anything he can push around. Toy cars…he’s got a whole collection already.”

Sarah beamed, clearly thrilled with his approval. “Then that’s it! I’m getting him the best RC car I can find,” she declared. Her excitement was contagious, and though Yaga didn’t show it, he felt a warmth settle over him, knowing how much thought she put into Panda’s happiness.

They continued down the busy streets of Shinjuku, colorful lights reflecting off the wet pavement from an earlier rain, and Yaga walked beside her, a silent guardian. He knew he couldn’t say the things he wanted to—couldn’t tell her about the memories kept locked away or the vow that had spared her from so much. But he was here, and that was enough. As she eagerly pulled him toward the first store, chatting on about all her gift ideas, he knew this moment was one he would keep close, long after the holiday lights had dimmed.

Yaga let Sarah lead him around, his usually heavy steps felt a bit lighter as she flitted from one display to another, bouncing between shelves of knick-knacks and decorations. She kept holding up various items and asking his opinion, her eyes bright as she weighed her choices. “Look at this!” she said, holding up a sparkly snow globe with a tiny dog-like snowman inside. Yaga only grunted in acknowledgment, but when she put it down with a grin, he gave her a small nod of approval. This was her way—scatterbrained but with a clear purpose, each little trinket carefully considered before she chose her gifts.

“Yaga-sensei, what do you think of this?” she asked, holding up a cozy scarf in shades of blue. He didn’t answer directly, just nodded thoughtfully. She flashed him a smile and draped it over her arm, clearly taking his nod as a ringing endorsement.

He didn’t offer many suggestions, only responding with hums and nods, but he noticed the little shift in her posture each time he quietly approved. In his own way, he was helping, and she seemed grateful for it. They wandered further, Sarah filling the silences with chatter about each potential gift, her voice filled with warmth and excitement.

Then, she stopped in front of a display of photo frames, a particularly cute one catching her eye. She picked it up, tilting her head thoughtfully, and Yaga immediately felt a shift in the air. The happy energy that had followed them was replaced with something quieter, almost wistful.

“Yaga-sensei,” she asked, looking down at the frame and then back up at him, “do you think it’s weird that my parents haven’t looked all that much older lately?” Her voice was soft, her brow furrowing slightly as she held up the frame with its stock photo—a father and daughter smiling together. “I mean, my dad’s got to be nearing forty-five by now, but… he doesn’t really look all that different from when I was a kid.”

Yaga felt a twinge in his gut, a sense of dread settling into his chest. He should have expected questions like these, should have prepared better, but it still caught him off guard. His expression hardened, though he tried to keep his tone steady. “Why would you say that?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

Sarah looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes still on the photo. “I don’t know… just a funny thought, I guess,” she murmured. She glanced back at him, noticing the deep lines of his own face. “Hey… now that I think about it, you don’t look all that different either. Not really.”

For a split second, Yaga’s face softened, and he surprised her by offering the faintest of smiles, a rare thing from him. “Maybe you just haven’t noticed,” he replied simply.

She blinked, then laughed and shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. I guess I’m just overthinking it.” With a little shake of her head, she placed the frame back and moved toward a shelf of photo albums nearby, already chattering about something else entirely.

Yaga stayed where he was, his hands clenching tightly in his coat pockets. The false memories—the binding vow—had kept her safe, but as time passed, cracks were forming, little gaps her mind seemed to fill with questions. He couldn’t protect her from the truth forever. His chest ached as he watched her bounce along, her earlier excitement returned, oblivious to the weight that he carried in silence.

But if she could remain happy, oblivious to those cracks in her memory, he would shoulder whatever he had to. As she glanced back and called for him to hurry up, Yaga forced himself forward, following her with a heavy heart but a resolve that didn’t waver. If she was safe and smiling, that was all that mattered.

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"You need to shave your hair so information can diffuse through your skin because your eyes aren't doing you any favours," Satoru muttered after probably the heaviest sigh ever uttered in his entire life.

"Excuse me?" Suguru snapped, "How am I supposed to know what specific thing you're looking for if you haven't given me any details?!"

"You know what she likes," Satoru huffed with a dramatic roll of his eyes, "I said just pick a character Sarah likes."

"Which anime? Which manga? Which show? Which--" Suguru's growl was cut off as Shoko stepped between the both of them and pushed them apart like Moses and the sea.

"You two are two cheeks of the same ass," She grumbled, "How are both of you so bad at this?"

"Look, I gotta get her something cool," Satoru said, crossing his arms and peering down his nose at Suguru from behind his sunglasses, "She got me such a cool Birthday present. I have to match that energy."

"Do you expect me to read your mind?" Suguru scoffed, crossing his arms, "Do you think I can just manifest exactly what you want?"

"We all watch the same shit!" Satoru groaned, letting his head tip back, "Just do the thing you're good at. You know what she likes more than I do!"

Suguru's fist balled up and he took a step closer again. "What is happening right now? What is this?"

"I don't know! Why don't you ask yourself that, huh?" Satoru growled.

"That's enough!" Shoko yelled, both of them surprised enough by her outburst to take a step back. She tapped her foot, her eyes flicking between the two of them before she pointed at Satoru, "Gojo. What's up? Why are you being so shitty today?"

"I'm not being shitty!" He gasped, his palm landing on his chest, "Suguru just isn't listening!"

"I'm not listening?!" Suguru narrowed his eyes, "Are you being serious? You've been on our cases all day! Everything has been getting on your nerves!"

"Yeah!" Shoko chimed in, "You're acting like a douche! If you don't want to be cool, then go shop by yourself!"

Satoru threw his arms up, his lips opening and closing as he tried to figure out what he even wanted to say. He settled on a harsh, "Fine!" And stormed off.

Without even looking back, he left the store, zipping up his jacket and throwing his scarf angrily around his neck when he stepped into the winter air. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, a scowl on his face while he stormed down the shopping center sidewalk.

"A douche, huh?" He muttered to himself, "I'm the one acting up, yeah? Stupid."

Through the decorated streets he stalked, not even looking at the windows or anything but straight ahead of him. Of course he knew he was on edge, but he didn't even want to come shopping in the first place! He wanted to just have someone do it for him. Someone like Suguru would have been good at it, but nooo. They just had to insist he came with them.

"Where's your holiday spirit?" He mocked with a huff.

"Gojo!!"

Satoru groaned inwardly the moment he heard Sarah’s chipper voice calling out to him across the shopping center. The last thing he wanted was to deal with Sarah’s relentless enthusiasm.

Still, he plastered on a halfhearted smirk as she hurried over, her white scarf bouncing with her steps, but his eyes flicked past her and landed on Yaga. "Oh, great," he thought bitterly.

“Hey, Gojo!” Sarah chirped as she stopped in front of him, hands clasped behind her back, her grin wide and sunny as usual.

“Sarah,” he replied flatly, his tone lacking its usual teasing edge.

Her smile faltered as her green eyes scanned his face. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly, tilting her head, her concern genuine.

“Nothing,” he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. “Just leave me alone, alright?”

To his surprise, she didn’t flinch, pout, or get defensive like he’d expected. Instead, her expression softened, and that concern only deepened. “Gojo…” she said gently, as though she could see right through him.

He felt a twinge of guilt but shoved it down, looking away with a scowl. Then came Yaga’s heavy, disapproving sigh. The stern look from his teacher was impossible to miss, a silent rebuke that made Satoru’s jaw tighten.

“Satoru,” Yaga said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “Sit down.”

“What?” Satoru scoffed, his mask of arrogance slipping just a little under Yaga’s commanding gaze.

“Sit,” Yaga repeated, nodding toward a nearby bench.

Satoru muttered something unintelligible under his breath but obeyed, flopping onto the bench with exaggerated annoyance. Sarah glanced between the two, hesitating for a moment before Yaga gave her a slight nod. She scampered off without a word, leaving them alone.

The silence hung heavy between them for a moment, Yaga taking his time to sit down beside Satoru. He didn’t say anything at first, just sat there with his arms crossed, watching the steady flow of people passing by.

Finally, Satoru broke the silence with a huff. “What? Are you going to lecture me now?”

“No,” Yaga said simply. “Not unless you need one.”

Satoru rolled his eyes but said nothing, leaning back and crossing his arms defensively. The older man didn’t press, letting the weight of the moment settle until Satoru finally slumped forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“It’s stupid,” Satoru muttered, his voice low. “It’s just… the holidays, you know? It’s all so loud, and everyone’s pretending like everything’s perfect. It’s annoying.”

Yaga watched him carefully, his gaze steady. “The holidays aren’t perfect for anyone.”

Satoru snorted, but the sharpness in his expression softened slightly.

“Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Yaga asked, his voice gentle but firm.

Satoru let out a long sigh, his head tilting back as he stared up at the ceiling lights above. He hated that Yaga always seemed to cut through his defenses so easily, but a part of him appreciated it, even if he’d never admit it.

"I just... Have some bad memories around this time of year," he finally answered. "Things that really messed with me."

He didn’t elaborate, and Yaga didn’t push, though his gaze lingered on the young man’s face, noting the faint crease in his brow and the way his usual confidence seemed dimmed.

Satoru’s mind wandered, unbidden, to the bitter edges of his past life. He thought about that Christmas Eve, years ago, when he’d first confronted Suguru—his Suguru—and made the impossible choice to kill his best friend. It was a decision that had haunted him, even as he tried to bury it beneath layers of bravado. 

Then there was the following Christmas Eve, the night he’d planned to kill Kenjaku, only to face a cruel twist of fate. Seeing Suguru’s body in Shibuya—a shell animated by Kenjaku—had shattered something in him he hadn’t even known was still intact. He remembered the bitter cocktail of rage, grief, and guilt that had consumed him.

And then, there was his own death, the final act in that tragic play. He hadn’t gotten his vengeance. Instead, he’d been pulled into the void, leaving everything unfinished.

This second chance at life had been an unexpected gift, a chance to reunite with Suguru, to have him alive and whole. It was cathartic in ways he hadn’t anticipated. But the ghosts of his past still lingered, their whispers casting long shadows over the joy he tried to embrace.

“I guess,” Satoru muttered, forcing himself back to the present, “it’s hard to let it go, you know? Even now. Even with everything being… better.”

Yaga stayed quiet for a long moment, his expression neutral as always while he processed Satoru’s words. Finally, he exhaled through his nose and said, “No one ever really recovers from a loss. Not completely.”

Satoru glanced at him, surprised by the somber weight in his voice. Yaga’s expression was calm, but there was something in his eyes—a knowing, a shared pain.

“Doesn’t matter how strong you are, how much time has passed,” Yaga continued. “There will always be things that stay with you. Regrets. Losses. Pain. That’s part of being human. But…” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “The trick is not letting those things ruin what you have now. Don’t let them keep you from making new memories.”

Satoru blinked, caught off guard by the wisdom in those words. He looked away, his shoulders relaxing just a little as he mulled it over. “Easier said than done,” he murmured.

“It always is,” Yaga replied, his tone steady but kind. “But you don’t have to do it alone. You’ve got friends. Let them help.”

Satoru smirked faintly, the ghost of his usual cockiness returning. “That sounds suspiciously like advice, Yaga. You’re getting soft.”

Yaga huffed, crossing his arms. “Don’t push it.”

They sat in silence for a while after that, the crowded streets bustling with holiday shoppers. Satoru found himself glancing at the bright lights and decorations again, the crisp winter air stinging his cheeks. He still felt the weight of his memories, but Yaga’s words lingered, planting a seed of something in his chest.

“Maybe you’re right,” he muttered to himself, so quietly Yaga almost didn’t hear.

The older man didn’t respond, but the faint smile on his face said enough.

Sarah’s footsteps were light and quick as she returned, the winter air turning her cheeks pink. She approached the bench with a triumphant grin, holding two steaming cups in her hands. Yaga raised an eyebrow as she handed him one. 

“For you,” she said cheerfully. “Coffee, black, just like you like it.” 

Yaga nodded in thanks, his usual stoicism intact, though there was a slight upward quirk at the corner of his mouth. 

Satoru took the other cup from her with a lazy hand, expecting the same. He popped the lid off out of habit to let it cool but blinked in surprise at the sight inside: hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream, a sprinkle of colorful candy bits gleaming on top. 

“What’s this?” he asked, tilting the cup in mock suspicion. 

Sarah huffed, crossing her arms. “I told them not to put the lid on so you could see the sprinkles and stuff. But nooo, they wouldn’t listen.” She jabbed a finger at the cup like it had personally betrayed her. 

Satoru stared at her, then broke into a chuckle that warmed the air around them. He reached out and ruffled her hair, a gesture that was half affectionate and half teasing. 

“Thanks,” he said, his voice softer than usual. 

To his utter surprise, she didn’t pull away or swat his hand like she usually did. Instead, she let him, her grin brightening as she plopped down on the bench beside him and Yaga. 

“You’re welcome,” she replied cheerfully, swinging her legs a little like a kid as she sipped her own drink. 

Satoru looked at her out of the corner of his eye, his mood lifting in spite of himself. It wasn’t often he felt something genuine crack through his usual facade, but Sarah’s thoughtfulness had a way of doing just that. 

“Not bad, huh?” she asked, gesturing toward his hot chocolate. 

“Not bad at all,” he admitted, taking a sip and letting the rich sweetness melt the lingering bitterness in his chest. 

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The common area glowed with the soft lights of the Christmas tree. The couches were cozy, piled with mismatched blankets they’d dragged out to make things even homier. Sarah hummed a little Christmas tune under her breath as they passed presents around, the crinkling of wrapping paper filling the air.

Satoru, naturally, dove into his gifts with enthusiasm. “Oh-ho, what’s this?” he grinned as he unwrapped Suguru’s gift: a miniature crossbow that shot rubber bands. He wasted no time loading it, firing a rubber band at Suguru’s head with a mischievous laugh. Suguru caught it midair with a deadpan expression, earning a laugh from Shoko.

Shoko’s gift to Satoru—a light-up stress ball shaped like a cat—made him laugh even harder. “This thing is ridiculous,” he said, squeezing it until it glowed in his hands. 

But it was Sarah’s gift that truly stole the show. Satoru carefully opened the wrapping to reveal two toy cars. “Oh cool,” he said at first, but his face lit up when he realized they could mash together to form a dragon. “No way. These are awesome!” He immediately set to work combining them, the grin on his face a rare, genuine sight. 

Suguru, ever the practical one, got thoughtful gifts. He unwrapped Shoko’s metal bookmark first, running his fingers over the engraved design with quiet appreciation. “Thanks, this is nice,” he said sincerely. Sarah’s gift—a set of high-quality headbands—earned her a small smile. “These are perfect. My old ones were falling apart.” Satoru’s gift of a sleek set of stud earrings prompted an amused, “You’ve got surprisingly good taste.” 

Shoko beamed at her gifts. She slipped on the fingerless mittens Sarah had given her right away, flexing her fingers and admiring the warmth. “These are great, thanks, Sarah.” The sunglasses from Suguru got a nod of approval. “Stylish and functional. Nice.” But the new sneakers from Satoru made her genuinely smile as she held them up. “You actually paid attention to what I wanted. Shocking.” 

Finally, Sarah opened her gifts, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Yes!” she exclaimed, holding up the manga volumes Suguru had gotten her. “I’ve been wanting these for ages!” Shoko’s gift of a high-quality hairbrush made her laugh. “You’re the only one who’d think of something this practical, but it’s awesome. Thanks, Sho.” 

Satoru, grinning like a Cheshire cat, handed her the last gift. She tore into it and gasped. “Cinnamoroll!” she squealed, hugging the oversized plush tightly. “He’s perfect. Thanks, Gojo!” 

The group sat together after the unwrapping, leaning back against the cushions, enjoying the calm and each other’s company. The tree’s lights blinked softly, casting an almost magical ambiance over the scene. 

Satoru shifted, clearing his throat awkwardly. The chatter died down as everyone turned to him. “Uh… so,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… wanted to say sorry. For being kind of a jerk lately. Christmas is just… it’s kind of hard for me, you know?” He didn’t elaborate, his usual swagger replaced by rare vulnerability. “Anyway, I’m sorry. I’ll try to not let it ruin stuff in the future.” 

There was a brief silence before Suguru shrugged. “We all have history. It’s alright."

“Yeah,” Shoko agreed, taking a sip of her coffee. “You’re not as bad as you think you are.” 

Sarah smiled brightly. “Besides, it’s Christmas! Who cares about a little grumpiness? You’re here with us now, and that’s what matters.” 

Satoru blinked, caught off guard by how easily they brushed it off. He felt… strange. Like the weight of the season had lifted just a little. 

“Thanks,” he muttered, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Okay!" Sarah clapped her hands together, standing suddenly, "Let's go outside!"

"But... It's getting dark?" Shoko said, glancing out the window.

Satoru grinned, standing up as well welcoming the change of conversation. "What do you wanna do?"

"Let's make like... A bunch of snowmen or something!" Sarah said, "Or draw stuff in the snow! We haven't done much in the snow yet and it feels like a sin or something!"

"I'll get my coat," Suguru chuckled, gathering up his gifts.

Satoru watched Sarah hurry over to put on her coat and scarf, the other two heading to their rooms to drop off their gifts. She paused when she saw him standing there, then walked over with a smile.

"Hey... It's alright if you just want to sit this out." She said, "I don't want to push you and--"

"Stop," he said, waving his hand, "It's not like that I just felt bad. I want to, don't worry."

She wrung her hands together a little, "Alright good. I didn't want to be too pushy."

"You're not too pushy," he chuckled, "Now, c'mon. Let's make a friggin' army around the faculty building!"

The cold bit at their faces as the four of them burst outside, bundled up against the chill but giddy with excitement. The snow blanketed the grounds of the school, pristine and untouched, just waiting for them to ruin it. Satoru immediately grabbed a handful, inspecting the quality like he was a professional snow analyst. 

“Perfect packing snow,” he announced, molding it into a ball. 

“You sound like an idiot,” Shoko deadpanned, but she was already crouching down to roll a tiny snowman. 

Sarah was the first to build one, carefully crafting a miniature figure that stood no taller than a loaf of bread. “Look at this little guy!” she cooed, patting it's little head before brushing her hands off on her coat. Suguru raised an eyebrow but joined in, his snowman somehow turning out suspiciously symmetrical. 

Soon, an army of tiny snowmen surrounded the building, their lopsided faces and stick arms looking more creepy than cute. Satoru laughed maniacally as he built one with three heads. “This is the leader.” he declared, pointing dramatically. 

Suguru, rolling his eyes, picked up one of the smaller snowmen and hurled it at Satoru’s back. It hit with a satisfying thud, the snow exploding on impact. 

“Oh, a rebellion I see,” Satoru said, whirling around, his sunglasses slipping slightly down his nose. He scooped up a massive pile of snow and launched it at Suguru, who dodged with a laugh. 

From there, chaos ensued. Snowballs flew through the air, and alliances were hastily formed. Satoru and Shoko built a hasty wall of snow for cover, while Suguru and Sarah took over a bush on the opposite side of the courtyard. 

“Watch out! Incoming!” Shoko yelled as a snowball from Suguru sailed through the air, hitting their wall with a dramatic puff. 

Meanwhile, Sarah crouched low, a mischievous grin on her face as she crept behind enemy lines. Her target? Satoru’s back, which was just begging for a handful of snow down his coat. 

But Satoru had an almost preternatural sense for trouble. “Oh no, you don’t!” he shouted, spinning around just in time to grab Sarah by the wrist. “Trying to sabotage me, huh?” 

She squealed as he wrestled the snow away from her and tried to shove it down her own coat. “No! Noooo!” she shrieked, laughing as she tried to wriggle free. 

Before he could succeed, Suguru appeared behind him like some sort of snow ninja. “Guess who?” Suguru said, dumping a huge armful of snow onto Satoru’s head. 

“Traitor!” Satoru shouted, flailing as both Sarah and Suguru ganged up on him, pelting him with snowballs and handfuls of icy powder. Even Shoko joined in, tossing a half-hearted snowball at his feet. 

Defeated and dramatically flopping into the snow like he’d been mortally wounded, Satoru groaned. “I hope you’re all happy,” he said, his voice muffled by the snow, "Now the snowmen have been reduced to anarchy."

They ignored him, instead stomping around to draw the most ridiculous shapes and doodles in the snow. Sarah proudly made a giant, crooked dick, only for Suguru to add devil horns to it. Shoko crafted a very unflattering caricature of Yaga’s face, complete with exaggerated eyebrows. 

Satoru, rising from his snowy demise, shuffled his feet through the snow to write obscene things in kanji before Sarah smacked him with another snowball. 

“That's nasty,” she said, grinning ear to ear, "You're nasty!"

“Maybe,” Satoru said, brushing snow from his hair with a smirk, "But they'll never know if it was me or you!"

The four of them dissolved into laughter, their breath misting in the cold air. The courtyard looked like a disaster zone of tiny snowmen, craters from snowballs, and questionable drawings, but it was theirs. And for that chilly Christmas Eve, nothing else mattered.

And when they shuffled back in to warm up, they said their temporary goodbyes. New Year's celebrations were coming, and they'd have to part, but it wouldn't be long.

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Summary: Yeosang swore it wouldn’t be hard to take care of his son, Yujun, and Wooyoung’s son, Hunter… the task proves to be more difficult than he originally thought. Pairing: none (Yeosang x fem!reader at the end) Tropes: parent au Genre: fluff, slice of life Rating: G Warnings: children getting lost, tears Word Count: 1,179 Note: @songmingisthighs this is all your fault again

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“You promise to be good while I take Junghoon to the doctor?” Wooyoung questions the five-year-old.

“Promise!” Hunter replies, saluting his dad.

Wooyoung gives him a skeptical look before smiling at his younger son. Without a second wasted, he knocks on the front door of the home. Rather loud pattering gets muffled through the door, followed by a very hyper child opening the door.

“Kang Yujun, what did I tell you about answering the door without me?” Yeosang calls after him.

Yujun giggles, “It’s Uncle Woo and Hunter! Not bad people!”

“Debatable,” Yeosang says under his breath, “next time, wait for me, okay?”

He ruffles the boy’s hair. Yujun whines and fixes his hair again, mumbling under his breath that his mom did it this morning already.

“Thanks for watching him again. I’d take him with me, but I cannot handle both him and Junghoon being sick at the same time.” Wooyoung explains.

“It’s nothing. You know these two are practically attached at the hip as it is.”

Hunter pushes past his uncle and grabs Yujun’s wrist, dragging the boy upstairs to begin their shenanigans. Wooyoung huffs and shakes his head.

“How did we manage to both have crazy sons, born the same day at that.”

“Probably a punishment for being your friend.” Yeosang teases.

Wooyoung shoves his shoulder, “Seriously though, you’ll be okay with both of them?”

“Do you think I’m an incapable dad?” The older raises his eyebrow.

“No, not at all… I just know they’re a bit crazier when they’re together.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t lose him.”

It’s about an hour later when you text him asking if he can run over to the mall to buy Minjae, Hongjoong’s son, a birthday present. Explaining that bringing Hunter and Yujun would be fine since they’ll want to help pick out their friend’s gift.

“Boys!” Yeosang calls up the stairs, “You wanna go to the mall and buy Minjae a birthday present?”

There isn’t a verbal response. Instead, there’s a rumble of small feet bolting down the stairs. Yujun and Hunter are panting and already trying to find where their shoes are to be on their way out the door. Yeosang lets out a light chuckle watching the two five-year-olds try to get themselves ready.

“Daddy,” Yujun whines, looking up at him with a pout, “my shoes.”

“Hmm?” Yeosang responds, “I can’t understand you when you whine, Jun.”

Yujun pouts again, “I need help tying my shoes, please.”

“There we go!” Yeosang responds, kneeling down to help his son tie his shoe.

Hunter seems like he’s about to explode with excitement. His little body is bouncing incessantly by the front door. Yeosang had no idea how or when the other boy got his shoes on, but he’s not complaining. Yeosang gently tucks a piece of hair behind his ear before helping the boys put on their jackets, followed by putting his own on.

“Let’s get going then.”

“Daddy, can we go to the toy store?” Yujun enthuses once they’re in the mall.

“Yeah! Can we? Can we, Uncle Yeosang?” Hunter adds on.

“We’re here to get Minjae a present, not to buy toys for ourselves, okay?” Yeosang reminds them.

“Yes, Daddy!” Yujun enthuses, saluting him.

“Can we get candy for ourselves, though?” Hunter asks, eyes already fixated on the colorful store.

Yeosang sighs, “Not today, Hunter. Your dad might kill me if I send you home sugared up.”

Hunter pouts but still follows after his uncle as they trek further toward the toy store. One thing about Yeosang, if he has a goal, he won’t be stopped until it’s completed. Of course, he always is on high alert when his son is with him. Yujun is always very good about being close to him when they go out, though. He’s never had to worry too much about him wandering off. So when he looks to his side and doesn’t see either Yujun or Hunter, his heart drops through his ass. You and his best friend were about to murder him. He immediately starts going back in the way he came from, hoping they just got distracted by one of the seating areas that they passed by. When Hunter is involved though, anything could be happening.

He’s on high alert, trying to hear or see anything that could lead to where his son and nephew could be. He thinks his heart may burst through his chest with how hard it’s beating. All he can think about right now is finding the kids and not letting you or Wooyoung end up behind bars for killing him.

That’s when he hears it. A very familiar cry, one he doesn’t hear too often, but he knows it well. Yujun, it’s Yujun’s cry. Yeosang practically runs through the mall to find Yujun sitting on the floor sobbing while Hunter is completely unbothered beside him. They’re in front of that brightly colored candy store Hunter so desperately wanted to go to on their way to the toy shop.

The moment he’s within reach, Yeosang scoops Yujun up into his arms and holds him as tight as he can. The five-year-old continues to cry but slowly calms down as he breathes in his father’s comforting scent.

“I got you, baby. I’m here.” Yeosang soothes.

“We didn’t mean it.” Yujun sniffles, “H-Hunter saw the candy a-a-an-and we wanted to look at it more.”

“It’s okay, Junnie. I’m right here now. Take deep breaths for me. Calm down.” he soothes more.

“Uncle Yeosang,” Hunter calls, “we won’t tell Daddy and Yujun’s mommy if you buy us candy.” he offers with a wide smile.

“You are your father’s son, huh?”

Hunter giggles, “So? Can we?”

“Can I put you down now, Junnie?” Yeosang asks softly, placing his son down when he nods, “You boys need to pinky promise not to tell Mommy or Hunter’s daddy, okay?”

“Okay!” Hunter agrees, putting his pinky out to Yeosang.

Yeosang links his pinky with Hunter’s smaller one. He then links his pinky with Yujun and places a small kiss on his forehead to further soothe the still sniffly boy. They do end up being able to choose some candy each and also get their friend his birthday present. Hunter was over the moon, managing to get his way. Yujun was a bit more clingy, but Yeosang, of course, expected that after getting lost in such a big place. The entire drive home Yeosang continuously checked on the two children, even after they fell asleep halfway through the ride.

“How was the mall, boys?” you ask with a light chuckle when you hear both kids and your husband walk through the door.

“Uncle Yeosang lost us!” Hunter exclaims.

“I-” you try to formulate your thoughts, “I’m sure he didn’t lose you, Hunter.”

“Mommy,” Yujun says softly, “Daddy did lose us. I think I need cuddles.”

You pick him up and immediately find your way to the couch to comfort your little boy.

“Hi hon-”

“Don’t you ‘hi honey’ me you lost my baby.” you huff.

“Jung Hunter, you promised not to say anything!”

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[lowcallyfruity]

forgive me if this has been answered already, but do you have any sebek headcanons? thank you :)

EEK!!! I DO!!! I have a lot actually 😭😭😭 I loveee Sebek so I think about him a lot :3

Hcs under the cut <3

Okay ☝️ first we’re gonna start with my WOKE headcanons 😍

I hc Sebek as Uranic!!! (Simple but I like it :3)

I also HC him as Egyptian and Mexican!!!

He has Audhd (and a more recent hc of mine BPD and NPD)

😢😢 one thing about me is I have stim Hcs for my neurodivergent characters sooo yeah ummm I’m gonna share a few :3

Yelling and being loud is a stim but it’s also because he has bad impulse and volume control!

He grunts and coughs a lot and also grits his teeth

He has a lot of stims using his arms like clenching his fists, cracking knuckles, flapping his arms/hands (something he picked up from Malleus) and moving his arms a certain way

A lot of his stims include his mouth of arms/hands!

Most of his stims he keeps to himself, especially the ones that draw attention/are disruptive

He chews stuff A LOT. His pens are CHEWED UP. He finds it embarrassing but he can’t help it :(

He can get overstimulated easily, but sometimes it just depends.

When he’s overstimulated he tends to hit his head

He used to get overwhelmed and overstimulated somewhat easily and would start tearing up. When he entered NCR he decided he would stop doing that to be the best guard possible. He still tears up when overwhelmed and overstimulated but it’s rare and in like.. long extreme situations.

LOVES HUGGING AND SQUISHING/SQUEEZING. Gives bear hugs. Absolutely bone crushing hugs. His hugs could probably fix your back- or make it worse 😭

Has probably masked unknowingly, but it NEVER lasts.

Also has tics that tend to be triggered in cold weather. Occasionally warm weather.

Mostly motor tics like head jerking!

Normally tics then stims

Sebek is a very physical person. He LOVES hugging and doing anything with his body. He loves working out and moving and stimming because it keeps him happy. He just feels the need to be active or it feels like he’ll explode- he feels things very intensely and a lot of it stresses him out because his emotions are too strong and big to handle

Another thing is he’s terrified of kissing on the lips- Every time he tries to do it he gets scared and backs out- and if he does manages to kiss *insert person you ship him with* it doesn’t last- like. It only lasts 1 second and he immediately backs away because he just can’t take it 😭 not because he doesn’t enjoy it! It’s just he gets embarrassed and soemthing about it makes him really nervous

I think Sebek is half crocodile fae…so like… physically he’s a bit different… but not a lot compared to his mother or grandfather!! I think that he has teeth a bit similar to crocodile teeth! But because he’s still young they don’t look the same they do for his mom and stuff :3 (if that makes sense lol)

HE HYPERFIXATES ON ALL OF HIS FAVORITE PEOPLE/ CLOSE FRIENDS!!! I like to think he has hyperfixate on silver, Lilia, his mom, dad, grandpa,siblings etc. at points of his life.

On his parents when he was little, later Baal and when he met Lilia he hyperfixated on him, then silver. .. and basically it progresses like that.

Currently it’s malleus (obviously) but he is obsessed with other things, like culture and Lilia. But they’re not the biggest focus.

Oh he has loads of scars. Not only from him training and fighting, but because he loves running around! He has little scars and bruises on his legs and arms because of it :( accidentally hurting himself while having fun and running. A lot of times he wakes up with new ones too, it’s very confusing to him.

Sebek likes wearing funky weird little socks…. Like… I do think he wears formal white/black socks but he also has socks with patterns, matching ones, mismatched ones, colorful ones, ones with little patterns….

Eeek Sebek loves pink <3 and also likes yellows and reds but prefers pink he thinks the color is so cool and fascinating

OMG HE LOVESSSSS FLOWERS SO MUCH <33 he loves looking at them and collecting them! He has a secret book with a bunch of pressed flowers <3 he doesn’t know a lot about their meanings but he does really like them, and can identify some of them :3

His hair is wavy but also kind of nice to touch? He brushes it constantly so it ends up being somewhat soft

Whenever he loves someone or thinks someone is so super cool he will praise them so much <3 he is my hype man <3 he’s also very honest and pretty blunt so you can tell when he’s honest…

He likes making his own things :3 he loves doing hand crafted stuff….especially with like wood…. And plants…sometimes metal/iron. It’s kind of like a side hobby…..

He can’t handle too much spice- he can eat most spicy foods…

[synthapostate]

WIP List

I'm going to keep doing this until my head explodes.

Resist Psychic Death - Possessed Newt.

The Tropes Nobody Asked For - A bodyswap AU. This would be complete if I could come up with a concluding paragraph to wrap things up.

I could be writing sweaty nerd sex like a normal person but no - Maybe if I changed the title I could wrap my head around this?

Heating Pad - A cat adopts Hermann.

Miserable, Lonely and Depressed (Pathetic) - The return of Cool Uncle Newt. (He’s not cool, he’s possessed.)

Vampire AU - I mean obviously I had to write a vampire AU at some point. (Comedy.)

Some Days You Just Can’t Get Rid of a Bomb - Newt tries to solve capitalism. I don’t think this is even going anywhere, but I like the title too much to let it go.

Cold as Ice - Hurt/Comfort? Something. Contains no hurt/comfort and has nothing to do with cold or ice, but…it’s…something. A convergence of “whoever will take him” and (numbers) “will never betray me”. Hurt people hurt people, but survivors can be kind.

Newt’s Passion - A sex pollen fic. (No, it isn’t.) (Zom com.)

Other, Funnier Ghost Story - Vampires, full horror. Gore, angst, little bit of body horror. About 20k words so far.

Consent is Sexy - A team-building exercise leads to certain confessions that would not be made while sober.

Cold as Ice 2: Alaskan Boogaloo - Set in Vladivostok and it turned out to be about the Kaidonovskys.

The Worst Thing I Can Possibly Imagine - My genuine attempt to work through something, but then I thought of a punchline so now it’s a funny little shitpost.

Splash - A…feelings thing. The first tentative steps toward getting along.

Caffeine Blues - I swore I would never write a coffee shop au, but…One chapter to go? December is becoming a monster chapter that might have to split again.

Fields of Azure - Newt and Hermann are sent on an outdoorsy team-building retreat with some rangers (possibly by mistake) and both turn out to be full of surprises. Pure fluff.

Stop You Have Enough WIPs - Some silly fluff for these stressful times.

Shoes - Newt’s past catches up with him. Hermann is intrigued.

Groundhog Day - Hey man, these sci fi tropes exist for a reason.

Newt and Hermann Go On Six Dates - I write fluff now 😊💖

Hermann Gets Shot - It is so dangerous to start a fight in an elevator when one of the people you’re fighting has a gun.

Return to Sender - Newt leaves Hong Kong to work for Shao. Angst. Uhhhhh I used that title for something else. What’s another song about letters?

Find Me in the Drift - Some very disorganized ramblings that might be a sequel to Dinner With a Friend.

The Curse of Gottlieb Manor - In which I actually try to write horror on purpose, and give myself the most intense nightmares I’ve had in years. I’m toning it down for the actual story.

Painting the Kitchen - About finding a future after the apocalypse is averted.

Total Eclipse of the Heart - Jake Pentecost doesn’t trust Newt, decides to keep a close eye on him to guard Hermann’s back, and accidentally ends up with two new dads.

A Kidnapping - Um…it’s a kidnapping.

Wake Up, Dr. Jones! - More trauma. Possibly too much trauma actually. Scrap this?

Space Opera - When the first kaiju comes through the breach, Newt fires off a plea for help into deep space. There can’t be just one alien race out there, right? Maybe some of them will be on our side.

Cherry Bomb - Apropos of nothing, Newt decides to bite the bullet and seduce Hermann.

Third Act Breakup - I hate romcoms. Let’s do this thing.

Sweet Siren Song - Newt is doing his biology thing in the Atlantic, Hermann is an inexperienced sailor who shouldn’t be out alone on a day like this, they both get caught in a storm, turns out mermaids are real. (Romance.) (Accidental horror.)

What’s Your Angle - Turns out mermaids are real. (Horror.) (Accidental romance?)

Etiquette and Protocol - Loosely based on a dream, the boys are forced to take an etiquette class because anger management isn’t working. (Protip: if you encourage me to add something to my list, I probably will.)

Am I Blue - In which Newt learns how far Hermann is willing to go to save him.

Mr. Cellophane - Post-war, they go their separate ways, but when Newt is involved in an unlikely lab accident, obviously his first thought is to go to Hermann for help.

Hanahaki - I never thought I would write a hanahaki fic, not because I hate the premise but simply because I had never heard of it until this year and it seemed too specific to intrude on. But when do I ever pass up the opportunity to gorge myself at the angst buffet? Still angst but I have entirely dropped the hanahaki premise.

Time is On My Side - I reuse the tag “Hermann Gottlieb bends all of time and space to his will for the man he loves,” whether it's applicable or not.

Chuck Punches Hermann in the Face - He was aiming for Newt.

I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm - In which Newt owns a space heater, and Hermann does not.

Marriage of Convenience - Lars Gottlieb has a scheme, Hermann will do anything to get out of it, Newt is an agent of chaos, fake dating ensues.

The Allegations - In which Hermann is not beating them.

Perspective - A very nice day. :) (Lie.)

Regency - In which I decide not to let all the meticulous research I've done go to waste. Apparently I'm writing a full regency romance novel, and it will be held to Harlequin's publication standards. (For historical accuracy. I already know I'm too gay for market.)

Alternate Universe - Hermann Gottlieb bends all of time and space to his will for the man he loves. Again.

Genie in a Bottle - I'm putting Hermann through too many shenanigans. It's only because he's my favorite.

Straight to Voicemail - An urban fantasy AU. Possibly horror. We'll see.

Spacewalk - In which the Shatterdome is a deep space colony ship, and I pay homage to my favorite sci fi author.

Search Party - Post-precursors recovery fic, in which Newt relearns that he is the good man Hermann says he is.

Hospital Whump (Take Two) - In which I will NOT get sidetracked by feels, and they WILL end up in the hospital, and there will be both hurt and comfort.

Hermann Holds a Baby - Too dark, might delete.

Blue Christmas - Because I love working on things that wouldn't make sense to post yet.

Dragonslayer - High fantasy AU. Obvious premise, but what the hell, dragons are cool.

[awmancreeper]

ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 29 - Aw Shit Here We Go Again

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

Masterlist / prev / 29.5 / next

!!Written Parts!!

“HUH?!”

“He’s my brother”

~~~~

You’ve gone to get ready which left Kai sitting on the couch with his head in his hands thinking. Everything he thought he knew was false. In high school, he would see Yeonjun hang around you all the time and even pick you up “how could he be your brother?” Kai asked, “you don’t even have the same last names!”. Hyuka’s head felt like it was gonna explode.

Earlier you explained that you didn’t have the same dads and didn’t even grow up together but only saw each other when Yeonjun was with his mom. When you confessed that Jun was your brother he wasn’t even thinking about the other male but rather he was frustrated that his stupid feelings almost ruined everything. Now here’s Kai rethinking his whole life.

“Why doesn’t anyone know?” Kai asked while you looked down like a kid that was just scolded. “We agreed that it wasn’t anyone’s business” you fiddled with your fingers “but people definitely got the wrong idea about you too”. You just shrugged “Jun always had another girl by his side and me… I didn’t want people to know,” you said sitting on a chair beside Kai. “Everyone knows everything about me, but this. Its the only bit of privacy I have left and I cherish it”

“Hey don’t do that you’ll mess up your makeup!” Your voice interrupted his train of thought, Kai look up at you and his heart stopped. You wore a black leotard that accentuated Kai’s favorite part of you, EVERYTHING. This outfit gave Kai a hard time keeping his eyes up to your face yet you still look cute hiding behind your purple cloak.

“Woah” was all he said while you gave him a laugh. “I’m guessing you like it” you giggled as he stood up from the couch. “guess again,” kai spoke walking over to you and putting his hand on the belt that wrapped around your waist “I love it”. You looked up at him and smiled reaching up to his fluffy black hair “you didn’t spray your hair yet?”. Kai rubbed his neck “well I guess I got distracted” you slowly put your hand to his cheek “that’s fine we’ll just spray it before we leave” Kai subtle leaned into your hand “okay”

Kai felt grateful that you were opening up to him. Even though he can’t be your boyfriend, he’s fine just being your friend…. Right?

“Okay ground rules, don’t let anyone get you drinks unless you watched them make it, don’t take random snacks especially brownies from strangers, don’t go upstairs or outside in the bushes unless you wanna see someone’s ass, and definitely do not get so drunk you lose your mind okay?” Yeonjun explained parking the car as the four heard loud music in the distance. “Okay!” You answered nervously “BUT most importantly have fun!” Yeji added smiling at her best friend from the passenger seat.

“Yes have fun” Yeonjun rolled his eyes. Kai's eyes still flickered between you and Yeonjun trying to find a resemblance. “Any question Huening?” Jun asked taking his quietness as anxiousness. “Oh um nah, I’ve been to countless parties before” Kai informed them “have you been to a Greek party though?” Yeji asked him.

“Um not that I’m aware of” “then be careful their parties are trashy and wild,” yeji said “just take care of y/n please,”yeji asked while Yeonjun nodded in agreement “guys I’ll be fine” you told them but Yeonjun scoffed. “You give into peer pressure like it’s a sport” Jun stated, you look over at Kai with a straight mouth as he chuckled “and stay by Huening if you don’t want frat boys to be approaching you, although he's a gentle giant you can’t tell by just looking at him” you nodded talking Kai’s hand in yours.

“You know you and y/n are low-key wear the same leotard,” Yeji told Yeonjun as they all stepped out of the car. He laughed putting on his bunny ears “I’m obviously pulling it off better”

🝮🝮🝮🝮

The four approached the house, the loud music blasted making your vision shake. Everyone was dressed up as something the boys wear whatever mask they could find and the girls just pulled something out of their lingerie drawer. The atmosphere began to overwhelm you. You tucked yourself into Kai’s right side making him feel manly. “Aww shits here we go again,” Yeonjun said walking up the steps and greeting people he passed. “Hey Jun what you been up to” people asked while he just gave them a bullshit answer excusing himself.

The four finally made it into the house after pushing past everyone “Y/N!!!!!!!” A feminine voice yelled out. Everyone looked over at you. You sank deeper into Kai feeling everyone’s eyes on you, some checking you out making it worse.

After a few seconds, everyone yelled your name excitedly as leather-wearing Wonyoung skipped over to you. “Bestie!!” She yelled over the music “oh em gee! You look so cute!! And HOT!” She continued and looked over at Kai “cute” was all she said before going back to y/n.

“Absolutely stunning” she smiled at you “thank you and you’re a cute cat too” you told Wonyoung causing her to do a 360 showing you her tail. “I know right” she smiled “oh I just remember, Yeonjun I believe Chaewon was looking for you,” Wonyoung told him as he nodded but while slowly stepped back into the crowd completely disappearing.

“What a drag” she rolled her eyes “I don’t know what she sees in him” wonyoung told you. “Anyways I haven't started drinking because I wanted my first shot to be with my love” she pouted cutely. You nodded “I’ll do only one” you put up your pointer finger “yay! You too kai come on!!”

[rhiannonhgarrard]

Personality Through Quotes Tag

Thanks for the tag @kitty-is-writing ! Appreciate it!

My prompt: A quote reminiscing about their favourite childhood memory This is the most recent example of this in the ghost story series I'm currently writing - hoping to publish the first entry in October (That makes this a first draft written the other day, so... take that for what it's worth). Other context and people talking have been ommitted since this one's part of a back and forth.

Jason: But you know, I remember this one lake the most. I think it was in Wales, some famous mountain range I can’t pronounce because Welsh is wild, but I could have only been, like, six. I’d never seen so many stars – but then the lake was so still, it reflected the sky back like a mirror, so it looked like the sky had doubled to me. Like the entire Milky Way was a blanket all around us. We parked the van up by the side of the lake, and Dad started a proper campfire that night, not just a mini-grill, and he and Mum worked together to find rocks to build a little firepit for it. I tried to help, but I only brought a tiny little stone, basically. But Dad told me that I was a great help, and he just tucked it into the fireplace. I was so proud! I remember he lit it, and it was crackling away, lighting up the place, and Dad put in some potatoes in the fire to cook. I was actually sitting by the fire when it started cracking and popping. The firepit, I mean – the rocks started exploding! I remember Mum screaming and pulling me away from the fire, but I still think one of those rocks shot a splinter in my leg. Ah, it was nothing though. I was more interested in the fire exploding. After a little while, the rocks stopped popping, and I just remember how Mum and Dad just looked at each other and cracked up laughing. We did get our potatoes in the end, though. After dinner, Mum started playing her cassette on her old player, and she took my hands and started dancing with me. I was doing that thing where I stand on her feet, and she walked around, y’know? I thought that was the best when I was six for some reason. But it was even funnier when she started dragging Dad into it. Like, he doesn’t dance – I’m sure you know that about him, but he gave it a try, and… well, the thing about dancing is that everyone looks stupid doing it, right? Like, unless you’re in a big group, it just looks kind of unnatural and weird. But no one looks really stupid dancing unless they’re awkward about it, and Dad just had this look on his face, man! Ah! You should have seen it, it was the funniest shit! After a while, we all went to bed in the back of the van, and usually the pillows faced, like, the front seats, but that night, we swapped them around so our heads were hanging out the back of the van, ‘cause then we could see the stars. I’d never seen so many of them… Man, I bet not a lot of kids fell asleep staring at the stars like that… God, I miss being alive.

[cringetownusa]

KH ANON HERE AGAIN!! i have continued my silly AU (it’s a bit long but )

max pretty much just coughs and sputters and asks where the siblings are trying to go. “ever heard of a, uh.. disney castle?” yakko says, and max immediately explodes. he starts to reconsider his adventuring for a moment. he tells the siblings to follow him, and he heads backwards to his town. along the way, he explains his story, and they explain theirs’; they’re looking for information about their parents, and he’s looking for an adventure. yakko comes up with an idea. they end up setting camp late at night, the other two sibs asleep before he playfully elbows max. “why don’t me and you form a partnership, maxxy? you want an adventure, and i’m definitely going on one, eh?” . max agrees, and the gang are now going to be on their own quest. yakko is a bit of a worrywort when it comes to his siblings, so he tells them to stay in town while him and max go on a little walk to map out what’s around disneytown. (think of how caring he was in wakkos wish. also this will not stop them by the way do you think dot would simply let this slide.. NO WAY) due to max’s role in the kingdom, he’s able to get them a place to stay in the castle (they cause havoc once or twice but queen minnie thinks they’re silly). when yakko finds out that the king is missing and queen minnie doesn’t know about the warners’ parents (they have somewhat of an idea that they were well known, but haven’t figured out they were royalty.) the quest continues, dot and wakko swearing up and down to stay on their best behavior and not move an inch (LIES!)

dot and wakko plan to sneakily follow their brother on that little walk until they run into a certain trio of ducks.. none other than HUEY DEWEY AND LOUIE (in KH canon theyre their classic selves but this is an AU so i say they are their dt2017 counterparts..) dewey LOVES adventure and you know who has a history with lost family adventures? exactly. the boys feel for the warners in that sense, and they don’t have much on their plate besides running the shop.. so what’s a little adventure… (oh no guys pls stop being reckless WHERES UNCLE SCROOGE)

meanwhile yakko and max are getting along GREAT. they find out they have quite a lot in common. yakko realizes outside of his sibs, he really doesn’t have any friends, but thinks this is a really good chance to get to know someone and make a friend as well (cough… or more…) and although he may think he’s super smooth and suave he hasn’t really ever actually FELT what it’s like to have a crush, so he is completely taken aback by why he’s sweating so much and fiddling with his hands around this guy he just met a day ago. max is in the same boat, and he’s more obvious about it, but yakko thinks he just is a awkward person (affectionately speaking of course). max opens up to yakko about his current situation, and how even though he loves his dad, he wants to feel like more of a max goof and less of goofy’s son. yakko opens up to max about how he loves his sibs but can’t help but feel worried about letting down his sibs (caring big brother moment </3) all at the same time, yet he doesn’t want to show them a side of him that isn’t silly and collected. max is just like .. oh man i know what that’s like, feeling like you have to be something you can’t always be, but you’ll realize that the people who love you will love you for you. and yakko hugs him. which is unexpected for BOTH of them but it is gladly returned, and then the two cough and turn away from eachother. “uh.. thanks, max. thank you.” “NO PR-*hyuck*oblem” “is that your laugh? oh maxie ol’ pal, no wonder you’re a goof. i like it. *wink* *taps him on the nose*” (cue max exploding inside moment.)

*wakko and dot inside a nearby bush with a pair of binoculars shared by both of them*

“is he crushing?”

“Oh yeah. BIG time.”

(also i love the HC that yakko’s eyes turn into hearts and his tail wags around max that is so cute. i cant.) i picture him looking around and walking into Huey dewey and louie’s store and being like.. hey you guys have sunglasses by any chance?

“uh isn’t it winter?”

“Don’t ask.”

(i have more about this AU i’ll send next time, MORE ADVENTURE !! this was more about them in the beginning stage HAHA)

Ok Hi I literally got to this months late I'm not great at staying on top of my askbox. This is SO cute I love Yakko and Max's bonding, I love the little nose boop, I love Yakko still being a worrywart for his siblings. I LOVE that Yakko catches on REAL fast that he's going to have to start hiding his eyes, he knows right away this is a big time crush, even if he's going to deny everything lol. I share the eye headcanon, although if you're familiar with me and my fics you knew that already. Do you have any of this written somewhere?

[adultswim2021]

Tim & Eric Nite Live #5: “Husks of Ginger” | December 4, 2007 - 10:00PM | S01E05

This is a really great one! It flies by real fast, and it only has a few segments. This one has an okay opening bit where Tim & Eric struggle to prove that the show is live. In the scuffle, they briefly bring a caller up on Skype to try and help. They refer to her with male pronouns out of habit, because their fanbase was vastly male and usually that’s who called in. Coincidentally, this person called in recently to Tim’s Office Hours program. I wonder if there were other Nite Live callers who’ve called into Office Hours? If only there were an easy way to track this. It just so happens I’m a pretty frequent Office Hours listener and this happened to be the first Nite Live I watched since it was put in my head to look out for her.

Tim & Eric’s first guest is the contrite gentleman Emanuel Melly, played by Will Forte. He’s an accomplished gingerbread house builder. Things take a turn for the worse when Night Live producer Jon Mugar brings in one of his world-record-smashing houses only to clumsily destroy it with a drop that would make noted talk show host Chevy Chase blush. Emanuel Melly transforms into an enraged banshee, and things escalate quickly in the studio. Tim, Eric, and Emanuel all begin screaming at each other with a scary intensity. Eventually they cut to a wonderful video of Eric holding his cat and Tim playing with a dog, set to this song.

This is one of my favorite bits of all time on the show. Will’s commitment to the bit of being an extremely pissed off person is astounding. At first his anger silently builds and is palpable. His dialogue before exploding is also very funny: Tim instructs a nervously hovering Jon Mugar to step away and Will bitterly says “step away is a good idea. Step away is a really good idea”. And the beauty of this show was that it was indeed live, and Super Deluxe didn’t have the same standards and practices as Adult Swim, so the yelling becomes not only raw and real-feeling but also foul-mouthed. The eventual cut away to the cheery video of Tim and Eric playing with pets is just the best. There are maybe only a handful of more sublime moments than this in television or internet television history, but I can’t think of them right now.

When we come back from break, Tim is gone and various parts of Tim’s suit is just crumpled up on the desk. Just a really brilliant detail, suggesting that things either got more physical or Tim’s tantrum involved taking his suit off or something. Neil Hamburger gets to shine briefly while performing some of his famous night club comedy. Again, the roots of On Cinema are all right here on Tim & Eric Nite Live. Neil’s act is abrasive, and his assertion that an elderly rock star was raping children in ancient Egypt is probably a little too dicey by a lot of people’s standards these days. Personally, I think it’s best to just let 2007 Neil Hamburger cook. 

Neil’s routine involves listing the top music charts, which eventually just devolves into what are clearly Gregg Turkington’s (for the clueless: Gregg is Neil Hamburger’s dad) thrift store finds. Sorta Letterman-esque, except if Larry “Bud” Melman started shouting at him from off-stage in a rogue attempt to derail Mr. Letterman’s caustic wit. In fact, David Liebe Hart begins singing a song about Christmas and positivity and his divinity, our lord and savior Jesus Christ. Neil and DLH go at a little bit. I don’t think this moment was scripted. 

Poor James Quall and Richard Dunn are just along for this crazy ride; they are sometimes cut over to, looking perturbed. The show ends with them all getting out of their seats for another one of DLH’s show-stopping emergency prayers. Emanuel finally forgives Jon, Tim, Eric, and the show for what happened to his house. Neil Hamburger does not forgive, and stokes the flames of hostility even further. The show ends abruptly with Neil screaming at DLH that he’s full of shit. 

Best episode ever? Of any show, I mean?

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Space Ghost Coast to Coast: The 1998 Episodes (Volume 4 DVD - December 7, 2007)

We’ll be covering this season real soon, so this is nice timing. 

Released EXCLUSIVELY to the Williams Street shop and now VERY RARE; I bought it way back when and am proud to say I still own it… Uh. I should probably rip it in case that thing’s going rotten. I’m doing it now!

This release might be exceptionally rare in part because it wasn’t heavily promoted, and also because the WIlliams Street website was designed to look sorta crappy on purpose, with gaudy animated gifs. I remember linking friends to it who questioned the authenticity of the site. I’m guessing a lot of people were turned off by the site’s design and it pushed them away from buying it. Too bad! This set is great; it includes the long version of “Warren”, which originally aired in a loop with minor differences between each version. 

There’s also a little behind the scenes clip of Kitties on a blue-screen. I forget which episode this is from. There’s an unfinished episode with Steven Wright, whose footage eventually was reworked into next season’s “Snatch”. Additionally there’s an Easter egg of George Lowe dressed like cowboy Space Ghost from “Rio Ghosto”. It’s the same footage they incorporated into bumpers for the tenth anniversary of Space Ghost. We’ve just passed the 29th anniversary this year. Damn. 

MAIL BAG

Things Tim Heidecker also stole from Sam Hyde: 1) His winning smile 2) His self respect 3) Several legions of his fans who turned their back on him to watch...what else, Brett Gelman 3) millions of dollars 4) A one and one date with Julia Fox after he was going to be cast in a Safdie Brothers movie.

I’m gonna have to stop you there: who is Julia Fox

[moollllaaaayyy]

03.25.2023

It’s so weird to me that a woman who can hit her chronically ill, currently sick HUSBAND over the head with a HOT frying pan with grease in it will not pul a 5 year old child’s very loose tooth...

My mother has become someone I don’t know. She has changed so much in the recent and previous years, but this passed 4 months has been... fucking insane. 

She has cheated on my father for the 4/5th time. He is finally, FINALLY done. He has suffered so much mental, physical, and emotional abuse from this woman. The lowest blow? The man she cheated on him with was my older brother and sisters sperm donor. I have said his name more this passed two weeks more than I have ever in my entire life.

She didn’t even think about what her older children would say, or how they would feel? She claims that we hate her. But, we have no idea who this woman is. She has betrayed our entire family so much recently. This woman has become so narcissistic and condescending. 

She is the type of person you can have a lot of normal, funny, “dramatic” conversations with. Something serious comes up and it is fucking game over. 

I’m 26, and I fear telling her about a new job, a new lifestyle. There was a time this past summer I thought I was pregnant, and she found out through word of mouth and made me feel guilty. Like... I am twenty fucking six years old and I have THREE other fucking children. The man I’m with is going to be the man I’m with for the rest of my life. He is the father of my children, and would’ve been the father of that child. 

Someone dies? She wants to know the nitty gritty fucking details, but can’t give someone a hug and console them. My uncle whom I was super close with passed away ten years ago 2023 January, and the first thing this fucking bitch says to me when I walked in the door after my dad told me he died, “Eric would want you to finish your finals. He wanted you to do well in school.” 

I didn’t even say anything. I lost my best friend and THAT is what she says to me??? I will never forget that. I will never forgive her for that. I was a fucking junior in HIGH SCHOOL. 

It is so hard to cut the ties with her, but each day I feel like its more and more forced and it is making me fucking miserable. It’s easy to listen to my dad and let him confide in me - which I am so glad he does, but the more he reveals that I found out she did to him when we were growing up disgusts me. I have no idea who this woman is, and that scares me.

I have so much unresolved trauma from her and her alone that I just.... sit here with it. And I will probably continue to sit with it. 

One time, her and my older sister were arguing and my mother knocked over a tv and dressed out of anger.

She gets so angry sometimes that she takes a knife and stabs the wall or the kitchen counter. 

My dad was sick with this super weird illness he is dealing with and very well managing, and she fucking cooked breakfast for my little brother and sister and they were either talking or arguing or she was just mad because she can’t fucking deal with stress, and she fucking hit him over the head with a hot, greasy frying pan. I don’t know man. I remember being a teenager and getting in between them two during an argument just trying to get her to leave my dad alone and she looks at me and says “what do you think you’re going to do?” For the first time, I stood up to her and said “I don’t think you want to find out.” And that was when she stopped and left him alone.

I hate it. I’m 26 years old and my parents are making me feel like a fucking 10 year old trapped in a loveless, loud, mean marriage. I feel like I need to choose sides, but nobody is making me necessarily feel that way, I just know that I need to. My mom and I haven't been close in recent years, and my dad and I have gotten very close. My car exploded and we worked together and he has been driving me and my kiddos around for the past couple years now. 

I am hurting. I am hurting watching my older brother and sister go through the emotional damage this is causing and having to make decisions to protect themselves and their children. I am hurting for my kids because they don’t know why they can’t go over and see Mimi and Pappy much anymore. I am hurting for my younger siblings that they have to witness the roughest, most dangerous, scary situation. I remember hiding my baby sister in my room during arguments. I remember ripping her from a room so fast.

She already struggles with speaking when she is stressed. She has SEVERE anxiety, and she gets overwhelmed VERY easily. She is traumatized. She witnessed the unfolding of the worst of it a couple weekends ago. My little brother say my dad hit my mom. Saw them hit each other. 

I am their safe space and it breaks my heart. Their PARENTS SHOULD BE THEIR GOD DAMN SAFE SPACE!!!!!

Goodnight. I can’t breathe. 

[mightbelola]

Mostly Bitter

No one here at the airport knows that I had just lost my twins at birth three days ago. No one here knows I’m tearing my back wearing this brace thingy around my waist just so my back would stop collapsing because my legs are falling off. My head is about to explode, and I just want us to get out of here. My family thinks I’m crazy for leaving, but I hope they understand after all of that.

It’s bittersweet. Bitter, mostly.

We cried yesterday. We cried our heart out. When he cried like that, I realized how it had hit him just as hard as it hit me. They were his children too, you know. He was so happy, he was so positive the girls were going to be healthy, and they were, and that in probably three months from now, we’re going to have twenty fingers, twenty toes swaddled in a travel cot, all dressed up in twin strollers, strolling around the park, two baby carriers over his shoulders, one on his front, one on his back. I would be with my camera, can’t decide whether to film it all for memories or just live in the present because the present would’ve been too beautiful for us to take our eyes away. He was so happy dreaming about it all and just so, so quickly, our dream turned out to be our worst nightmare.

We went to see the place where they’re resting. He held my hand so tightly because he knew how nervous I was. For a moment, I felt completely disconnected. I was trying to feel them, but I couldn’t. One moment they’re kicking me so hard, and one sudden moment later, they’re gone. The only connection we had was that one thing, their kicks. When I can’t feel them anymore, I feel so lost, so empty.

I saw their graves, just two stones without names, and my head went blank. I didn’t know what to say.

But,

”I’m really sorry you had to go. I’m sorry I couldn’t hold you longer. You were there, weren’t you? Why can’t we keep you? Why did you have to go too soon?”

I don’t know.

Only if I knew.

I guess I could’ve known. I could’ve known not to do too much. I didn’t know how too much was.

Should’ve just stayed in bed, shouldn’t have done all that. Shouldn’t have run errands, should’ve cooked the cats. Maybe, I shouldn’t have come back after all. Maybe it was all my fault. Maybe all of it was wrong.

I still don’t know.

All I know is that, if I want to start over, I have to know what went wrong, or why, or will we be okay again?

Because right now we’re a mess.

Everyone at home keeps reminding me to rest, take it easy, don’t do anything, just lie down, drink tea, sleep, live.

I feel like I just woke up from death. I feel like a ghost.

I don’t know what to do with myself anymore.

Back in Medalla I had it all figured out, but I’m back here, still can’t decide whether to take a rest and fix my broken back, or to start cleaning the kitchen counter, or the boxes in the bedroom, clothes on the toilet floor, or to unpack the bags, or to do dishes, or sleep, or eat, or shower, or cry. So many possibilities, none of them interesting.

I don’t know when we’ll be okay again.

“But hey, I wish I could stay awake to welcome you. I was so weak I passed out on your birthday. But when we last said goodbye, we stood there under that black umbrella in the sun, looking back at you, your dad and I. How are you real? It feels impossible. Sad you had to go too soon, good thing is we will never forget you. I hope you know that I will think of you everyday and every night until the moment I die. And even after I die, when this is all over, I hope I know how to get to you. I hope we will see each other again. I really hope so because how do I love you forever already when we had just met? I thought you were mine for a while. I thought I had you. But I really can’t lose you now so, please come find me later, if you can.”

[starshipsofstarlord]

Win

stiles stilinski x reader / masterlist

summary; a little pre game warm up never hurt anyone / warnings; smut, handjob, orgasm denial, fantasies, dirty talk, swearing

His cock leaked in you palm, as you ran your skilled hand over it, your thumb swiping over the tip as he released a desperate whine, burrowing his head back into the head rest of his driver’s seat. Stiles was at your mercy, ruining his bottom lip with the prying of his teeth, as he desperately tried to buck his hips up into your grip.

Each of his hands were sternly wrapped around the circumference of the wheel, his knuckles turning white as he relentlessly held onto it. It served as a source of relief, he was able to take his prominent frustration out on the battled steering device as he breathily sighed, his amber orbs screwing shut as he mumbled your name.

“Fuck. Shit. Don’t stop.” You had not intention of doing so, and thus you sped up your pace, watching him as he inhaled heavily through his nose, his dark brows furrowing as he felt close. And then, you stopped, denying him of such an end to the pleasure. “Fuck.” The syllable was elongated, drenched in disappointment as he hit his forehead against the top of the steering wheel.

“Something wrong baby?” You smiled, tenderly running your precum slathered hand over his tense shoulder, him slightly shivering from the soft contact, that poised strongly against the treatment that he had just gotten from you.

“No.” He steadied his breathing pattern, pulling his flushed face back, and hollowing his cheeks in dismissal of thought. He knew your intent, he knew it was well, but it still wasn’t good enough. Not when he wanted nothing more than to fuck you in the backseat of his jeep, until the windows were pent up with steam, and the vehicle was having trouble remaining stiff on its wheels.

“You’re going to win that game, aren’t you? If you do, then you’ll get your surprise.” Clasping your fingers in the sides of your shirt, your heaved the fabric gently up, watching as his eyes ogled, filled with supple desire, and some drool leaking out of the corner of his chapped lips.

“Yeah, imma win.” He was certain of it, you were giving him all the control that he needed. From the leather bra that resembled the outfit that catwoman often adorned herself in, messy stitching purposely running up the seams, it was full reassurance that the competing team was going down.

And then he would go down on you, and discover the matching underwear, that was surely loose around your hips, with various strings hanging from the sides, to make an appearance of disarray upon the sultry and figure hugging component.

“Good. Because I wouldn’t want to have to spent all this money on this little treat for nothing. I could reuse the cat ears that are in my bag for halloween, but this set, well I’d never get a refund. And you wouldn’t deserve to see them, now would you?”

“No.” He firmly spoke, feeling himself grow hard in his lacrosse shorts once more, as his feet tapped frustratedly on the floor of the jeep. You dropped your shirt down, leaning over the console and kissing his cheek.

“Win baby, then we can ditch the after party. Might even let you fuck me in the locker room.” Winking at him, he felt his mouth gape at the half filled promise. His tongue swirled in his mouth at the thought, as his eyes flickered over your whole demeanour, attempting to read the supposition and how it ran over your form.

“The girl’s locker room?” He asked hopefully, being met with you flirtatiously batting your eyelashes, nodding with a prominent grin contorting your face. “Fuck yes.”

“I know you’ve never been in there, but it’s a fantasy of yours. But imagine being allowed to come in there, huh. Sounds good, doesn’t it?” There was a teasing edge locked onto your words, and Stiles wasn’t sure that he would last until after the game.

“Better than good y/n/n.” He sighed, leaning his head back. “I’m gonna go out there and bust, I can’t fucking stop thinking about fucking you in the little girl’s room.”

“So I’m a little girl now?” You contemptibly asked, grazing your hand upon his thigh, until you grabbed his cock, rolling the girth around in your grip.

“No. Definitely not.” His face was flushed as he painted prolifically. “Just wanna see your tight cunt, feel it wrapped around me, squeezing me til I explode. All that’s on my mind now.”

“That’s a shame, cause your dad is gonna be watching your game. It wouldn’t be fair would it, if I allowed you to go out on the pitch all hot and hard, would it?” Wildly, Stiles shook his head, surveying you through half lidded eyes as you tucked your hair out your face, and ducked your head, pressing a kiss onto the pale skin of his thigh.

Your teeth pinched the flesh, extracting a gasp from the lacrosse player, your tongue darting out to lap at his balls. His lips pursed together as he tried to stifle his moans, his hands flying to the dash before him, as he endured the texture of your tongue swiping upon him.

With your right hand, you found purchase on his cock, tugging once more at his length. As you did so, he sputtered out praised, though that was usually not his forfeit, but you allowed his mistake to slip, this once at least.

“Do you want to cum before the match Sti?” He whined, allowing you to continue pleasuring him, unaware of what the consequences would be if he accepted your offer. It was not you just being gracious, it was practically vandalism of his body.

Stiles wasn’t sure he’d survive in Beacon Hills much longer if you were to treat him so vigorously. He felt like a bomb, prepared to convert damage in his surroundings all for one goal, and that was to find some bliss within all this madness.

“Yes. Please. Baby I need to- uh. Shit, shit, shit baby, I can’t-“ you ran your tongue over his spilt milk, lapping it up with kitten licks, as your y/e/c eyes stared ruthlessly up at him. His seed coated your tongue like molten gold, and with such greed, you gulped every shovel of the substance down, holding your smirk at bay until you were finished cleaning him up.

“Too bad, you’re not gonna get any release later tonight though. Guess painting the walls of my locker room white is no longer on the table, you’ll just have me purring instead. Good thing I know where they keep the canes for the bad boys.” Stiles froze, instantly regretting ever considering you would gift him out of mercy.

Before he could retaliate with wet eyes, or blubbery responses, your eyes drifted away, and to the lock screen of your phone, your tongue swiping over your lip, as you contently put it back away. “If you wanna win for me, you’re gonna have to go now babes. I’ll see you on the field, m’kay?”

He couldn’t refuse your kiss, not as you leant towards him, and pressed your lips upon his own. The taste of himself wasn’t so horrific, he rather enjoyed having the affects of what you did to him dancing on his tongue. One thing was on his mind, and that was the only priority he had; it didn’t matter if there was a darach in the local premises, carrying out sacrifices.

It was his aim to win, either way, he couldn’t be an example of a virgin sacrifice, not considering you had so blatantly offered to take the weight on his shoulders with a shrug, and proceeded to do much more than just that. Even if he wasn’t allowed to cum again tonight, he was still eager to claim his prize, after all, it was one of his hormonal dreams, that could play out into reality, so perfectly, and filthily.

[0darkonyx0]

Are you my Dad?

A/N: I'll probably write more in this universe but it wont be as lengthy cause this ideas was just very cute and I still have ideas. This also was BARELY proofread

Summary: When Techno was going to search that abandoned fallout shelter he did not expect much but what he wasn't expecting was a child

(Nuclear Apocalypse/Fallout AU)

Platonic! Technoblade x Child! reader

Word count:1.8k

Warnings: apocalyptic themes?

This kind of apocalypse is based off the fallout games also TECHNODAD

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To be fair, Technoblade didn't think this would happen. He had been on his way back from a job when discovered this old abandoned  fallout shelter.  He decided to go and search it for any supplies it had. Techno hadn't really expected much knowing that raiders most likely got to it before he had. But what he wasn't expecting was a seemingly alive child inside a cryogenic chamber.

‘Child pog...ORPHAN..Blood for the Blood god...take them… BLOOD.. ’ 

Techno tuned out the voices as they badgered on and on. He then scanned over the rest of the room. There were about a dozen chambers and the data tablets all showed them to be flatlined except the one with the kid. They looked no older than 4 years old from what he could tell. He didn't bother with it so he proceeded to go back to searching for anything useful and was about to exit the room until he heard a mechanical hissing sound from behind him. Alarm bells rang as his instincts went off, and he pulled out his pistol, turned around and aimed only to see the child that was once in the cryo chamber out in the open air staring up at him with unaware doe eyes. Techno realizing that there was no danger, slowly put down his weapon as he watched as the kid stumbled on their feet like a newborn deer due to them only coming unfrozen not even a minute ago. Once the kid got stable footing, they walked over to Techno and gazed up at him in curiosity. “Hullo” muttered Techno, looking down at them. The kid continued to blink up at him in curiosity, head tilted as he continued “What are you looking at?” He then crouched down to the kids level and tilted his head back at the kid. The kid proceeded to stare at him in curiosity until unexpectedly, the kid reached out and touched their hands to his face, gripping onto his tusks and touching his mutated features confused since they were different from their own. He almost thought he felt his heart squeeze a little at the kid's small hand curiously felt his face. He gently moves and pries the kids hands from his tusks  and face and stands back up.

 ‘Little baby…. SO SMALL…. ADOPT….E...EW ORPHAN…PROTECT..’ 

As the voices cooed , Techno huffs and  goes on his way to the door and exits the room. He held his weapon out at the ready since creatures tended to wander around fallout shelters especially abandoned ones. As he walked through halls, he could hear the tapping of small feet following him, very different sounding from his own hooved feet. Looking over his shoulder he saw the curious eyes from earlier peeking out from a corner. This proceeded to happen several times and with each time it amused him more and more. The kid followed him around like a duckling would  as he searched through the room in the vault. He had been in the medical bay, looking around when he heard a small yelp of fear behind him. He turned in urgency and saw the child, cornered by a adroach  with it trying to bite them. In urgency he pulled out his modified bat and killed it. The kid was clearly terrified, with tears streaming down their face. Once they noticed it was dead they ran over to him hiding their face into Techno’s body, clinging to him. Techno went still, not knowing what to do. He slowly patted their back in an attempt of comfort. “..It's okay…?” Techno said, unsure if that would be any help to console the child that was currently clinging to him. It seemed to work because slowly the kid stopped crying ‘TECHNOSOFT…..PROTECT…..BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD...TECHNOPROTECT…’

 When the kid was calmed down enough techno tried to pry his shirt from the kids tight grip but they wouldn't budge. He had almost had the kid pried off of him but the kid looked as if they were about to cry again and decided not to try anymore. Techno signed and looked down at the clinging child and said reluctantly “Seems like you’ll be traveling with me for now, since you obviously can't take care of yourself..” ”The name is Technoblade.. You got a name?” he asked. “(y/n)...” the kid muttered out , it being muffled due to their face still being pushed into his pants. Technoblade didn't see the point of searching anymore due to the addition to his party and for the fact that there wasn't much of anything. “C’mon kid.. You need to let go. I can't move properly with you clinging to my leg like that” Techno told the kid. The kid looked reluctant but did so now only holding Techno’s wrist. He let the kid do it.  Pulling the kid along he navigated his way with the help of his modified Pip Boy to the entrance he came in which happened to be the vault door that is in mangled bits. He gently pulled the kid along to the opening where they both could see a dirt tunnel with sunlight at the end. “Let's get going, kid” Techno ushered them along the path to the dirt tunnel until they exited. Techno shielded his eye from the sun with his hand. It didn't affect him much since he only was down there for a couple of hours but it affected (y/n) the worst since they were hiding their face into Techno’s body. Once their eyes got used to the brightness of the sunlight they slowly peeked out and removed their face from techno’s body. Checking his surroundings  he looks down at his Pip Boy’s map to see how long it would take to get to the nearest town. His main mission was to get back to L’Manburg so he could get his payment for the job he took. The closest town was a few hours on foot and L’Manburg was even longer, being a couple of days away. He sighed looking down at the kid, the kid looked back up at him. “You ready?” Techno asks and the kid nods their head aggressively giving Techno a toothy bright smile. ‘I'm so done for’ Techno thought, feeling his heart squeeze tighter than before.

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 It was 2 and a half hours into the walk when (y/n) started to slow down tiredly. Their eyes drooped tiredly, not wanting to walk anymore they tugged on Techno’s sleeve. Techno stopped and looked down at them. “What?” Techno asked. (y/n) looked up and made a grabbing motion upward, signaling they wanted up. “mm..sleepy..Teh-no bade..” they muttered tiredly and pouted. Internally he totally wouldn't admit his heart absolutely melted at the kid's  sleepy actions and how they said his name. He almost didn't pick up the kid but he fought against that thought and picked them up in his arms ,holding them with one. Once in his arms the kid nuzzles into his neck.

‘TECHNODAD...DADNOBLADE...AWWWW…..SO CUTE….LITTLE DUCKLING..TIRED LITTLE ONE...’

His heart almost certainly exploded. ”It’s pronounced Tech-no-blade” He quietly corrected, smiling slightly down at the kid that was slowly falling into slumber. For the short amount he has spent with this kid he just knew he wouldn't be able to leave them, no matter how hard he would try. He’d protect and care for them until he couldn't anymore.

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The trip was quite chaotic but they finally made it to L’Manberg. He comes to find out on this trip that once (y/n) got more comfortable with him they seemed to be more talkative and even more curious than before.  They were quite the chatterbox, babbling about anything and constantly asking questions about anything and everything even if they aren't the best at speaking. Usually the senseless talking would annoy him since he had grown up with Tommy but he found it endearing in a way. It grew to be the same thing with Tommy as well. Now that they are at the destination he can get his payment for the job ,maybe buy some things for the youngling and pick up some more bounties and jobs. Currently the kid is perched on his shoulders having the time of their life, them having never been up so high. They were giggling lots, gripping onto his dull pink hair to stay upright. They were quite the duo as they were gaining a ton of stairs. A little human getting a shoulder ride from a 7’8 mutated half pigman that is known as the Blood God. Techno could care less since he can just give a small glare and they would run away due to his status around here. He needed to get his payment jobs from the broker at the Las Nevadas bar so he could get back on his way but he first needed to drop off the kid at his home.  Techno proceeded to change course to his residence. He started to walk off in the direction of his house. The little one on his shoulders had long since gone quiet until they piped up with a question. 

“Where are we?”

“We’re going to my house”

Once his eyes caught the sight of the door to his home he lifted the kid off his shoulders and set them down on the ground. Pulling the keys out to the lock, he opens the door and guides (y/n) in. Once he closed the door behind them (y/n) let go of his hand and ran off to explore their new environment. Not long after he soon heard the tapping of claws on wood coming rapidly towards him. The thing that had been  making all the running towards him had come into sight as his dog Floof came barreling towards him.  Crouching down with a small smile, he meets the dog on the floor and gives him all the pets he couldn't give him when he was out. Once he looked up he noticed the kid tugging at his sleeve while looking at Floof in curiosity and slight apprehension. “..What's dat?” they asked, still looking at Floof. “This is Floof, my dog” “Oh” they nod in understanding. “He won't bite, don't worry. ”He reassures them. The apprehension from before completely disappears and courage is shown as they bend down and pet the dog the same as how they saw Techno do it.  Techno looks at them in straight fondness unexpectedly. Honestly he thought he didn't really like children all that much but when he met the little one somewhere deep inside instantly would kill for the kid and it got attached. ”I'm going to go out for a bit, be good both of you and stay here, ok?” He tells them. (y/n) and pulls their attention back to Floof and gives it all their attention. His mouth upturns slightly and he proceeds to leave his home to get his money for his bounty.

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