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gamesception · 10 months ago

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@welcometogrouchland said:

Haven't read Steph's robin appearances in order/in a while, but iirc, Tim did want to be with Steph (even if he was on the fence about it initially and rebuffed her a lot, not to mention characters like nightwing saying a girl like Steph has ''too much baggage'' for a guy like Tim to deal with. Lol. Lmao, even) but did like and want to be with her, he just didn't tell her the secret identity thing due to loyalty to Bruce

I think part of his anger at Bruce in this arc (or the intention at least) has to do with Bruce being a hypocrite by telling Steph after Tim had committed to not telling her for bruces sake. Plus he also had this complex about compartmentalizing being tim and being Robin and didn't like the idea of Steph crossing over into Tim's life. Bruce is a huge unjustified asshole here…but that's par for the course when Dixon writes him imo. And he's meant to be the hero…

(sorry to keep rambling, I said I was done, but Bruce's attitude in the prior issues in this story and later in Steph's robin run have me thinking it was less about him acquiescing to her stubbornness and more…using her as a bench warmer for tim anytime him and bruce had a disagreement. Which again. Really messed up, Bruce)

Thanks for responding! It does help to get some background from more of a Tim fan, which I am not. Not that I dislike Tim or anything, I just never got into his books. My own engagement with actual comics - as opposed to, like, cartoons & movies based on them - pretty much started and ended with Cass Cain's Batgirl run.

While being hung up on keeping his personal and hero lives separate kind is sort of understandable, though, from just these two issues I don't really get the impression that he had communicated that to Stephanie. Either way Tim was still using "keeping Batman's identity secret" as an excuse to avoid having to tell Steph the honest truth that he just didn't want a romantic relationship.

And it's more than just dating. Again, I'm working from an impression formed by just these two comics, I'm not looking at the actual conversations Tim had with Steph about this in the past, but whether it's accurate or not the Impression she was left with seems to be that the only reason Tim wouldn't tell her his real life identity was because of Batman, like he had pushed the whole thing to Bruce, so then why shouldn't Steph think it's fine for Bruce to change his mind and tell her Tim's identity, when Tim left her with the impression that he would have done so himself but for Bruce?

Again, I get Tim being mad at Bruce. But the anger at Stephanie, coming from both him and Alfred in these issues, seems wholly uncalled for and again honestly puts Tim in a pretty bad light.

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The bit about Bruce keeping Steph as a bench warmer for Tim, almost a passive threat, like "if you ever leave me, Tim, then I'll have to let Steph do your job, and we both know she's not ready and will get herself or someone else hurt, which will be on you" is super messed up though, yeah. Even that though kind of ties into the pattern of bat folk being uncharacteristically mean to Stephanie. Bruce banned Cass from operating in the field entirely when she lost her 'powers', but now Steph is ready? Kind of implies he's more concerned about Cass's safety than Steph's.

Then again, maybe I'm not being fair to Bruce, as it is the absolutely worst possible interpretation of his actions here. He hasn't stent Steph out to fight super villains, or even on patrol, only out on some plain clothes investigation to check up on Tim. He's said she's ready to be trained, not for the field, and in the past he has trained kids he didn't think were ready simply because they were going to play at costumed crime fighting either way. This has been a key part of the in universe justification for Robins as long as there's been Robins.

But now that ties back to the pattern of the narrative framing Steph as excessively reckless and setting herself up for a fall for doing the same things that the comics have framed as heroic in other characters before her.

Sception Reads Cass Cain #34

Robin (1993) #88 - May 2001 Story: Chuck Dixon & Scott Beatty Pencils: Pete Woods, Ink: Andrew Pepoy Letters: Willie Schubert, Colors: Noelle Giddings

Guest appearance again this week. A bit more of a notable one because as far as I know this is officially the first time Cass Cain and Stephanie Brown meet. Kind of more significant in retrospect than in the moment, as they don't exactly hit it off right away, but still.

So the basic setup is that Bruce has decided Stephanie isn't going to just go away and stop doing Spoiler stuff so he might as well take her on officially and train her, a decision spurred on by Tim working more and more on his own & not answering Bruce's calls. When Tim disappeared from the country completely without telling Bruce where he went Bruce turned to Stephanie to check up on him, in the process telling Steph Tim's secret identity, which iirc (my Robin knowledge is limited, I could have this wrong) previously Tim had used as the reason they couldn't be in a relationship. Like "I can't date you, you don't even know who I am, and I can't tell you that even though I want to because it might give away Batman's identity, which isn't my secret to share. Also my life is super dangerous, and Batman doesn't think you're ready, and as much as I like you I have to respect his professional opinion on this"

On the one hand it's dicky of Bruce to not respect Tim's privacy the way Tim respected his, but on the other hand Tim blowing up about it kind of implies that all those things he told steph were excuses, and the real reason he didn't want to date her was that he just wasn't that into her. Or maybe he was, but got mad at her for getting pregnant by someone else after he rejected her and now doesn't want to date her because of that? Did that happen already, or after this? Again, I don't know the details of Robin Lore, but reading just this issue and the previous one for background, Tim is absolutely the one who comes off as worse here between him and Bruce.

So anyway that's what's going on. Cass shows up in all of this when Bruce takes Stephanie to one of his training caves and has Cass demonstrate a training routine that Steph is struggling with.

Which, yeah, I guess this is pretty badass or whatever,

But if this were a real life situation, Cass would have just decapitated like seven dudes. 100% fatality rate for the criminal dummies. You'd think Bruce would be a little less glowing in his praise over that, considering how much of his shitty behavior towards Cass started when he found out she might have (definitely did, but denial is a powerful drug) killed somebody.

Cass gives Steph the cold shoulder. Giving Dixon & Beatty the benefit of the doubt for a moment, this does fit very much into the recent evolution of Cass's character, becoming harder and harsher as she gets more isolated. She also may be picking up on and echoing Batman's lowish opinion of Stephanie as a vigilante / person, even if it has softened enough for the moment that he's willing to train her.

And it sets up for future interactions where Stephanie basically puts in the work to break through Cass's walls, despite her initial frosty attitude, to become the friend Cass needed when when she didn't have any others. The whole arc is honestly pretty touching and really speaks to Stephanie's character, and it isn't possible without this initial attitude from Cass.

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On the other hand, this plays into an obnoxious trend of the entire bat family being written as incredibly rude and dickish towards Stephanie, in ways that very often feel completely out of character. Even (especially) Tim, her supposed love interest. Even Alfred!

Yes, calling Alfred 'the Butler' is rude, but Alfred was uncharacteristically rude and dismissive to her first in this scene.

And since it so often feels out of character, you get the impression that the people who actually hate Stephanie aren't the characters themselves, but rather the writers and editors at DC. That is eventually undeniably the case, once DiDio is in charge and War Games is happening.

But that's still 3 years away! I had to check, because the way the narrative is treating Stephanie right now, the way all the characters we're supposed to think are in the right here are treating her (Alfred, Tim, not Bruce), feels very much like the build up to War Games, with Stephanie finally getting a chance to shine and getting some respect from bruce, but with the overall narrative implying that's a bad thing somehow and that she isn't worthy, that despite all her work and earnest commitment she's somehow only coasting on hubris and setting herself up fro a fall, one that we as the audience are supposed to find, like, cathartic, or maybe at best tragic but in a cosmically justified sense that she brought on herself.

And it all kind of sucks, because no, she really doesn't deserve any of it. Or rather she hasn't been written to deserve any of it. The differences between her and Bruce's other sundry teen sidekicks and hangers on have overwhelmingly been in how others have been written as treating her, not the things she's been written as doing or in her personality or whatever.

I guess that's a free writer tip for you. If you want the reader to not like a character, write that character as doing or saying or thinking unlikable things, or acting for distasteful motives. Or give that character things they don't deserve or appreciate without having to work for them. Don't make them sweet and put-upon and have them try hard to do the right thing despite coming from a bad place and struggle to earn respect that others get for free only to have it denied to them anyway and then have all your main characters shit on them constantly for no reason or even explicitly for doing things that they all do and get rewarded for.

If you do all that, your readers will end up identifying with the character you want them to dislike and disliking the characters you want them to identify with.

EDIT: oh, I almost forgot, we do get this one cute 'proud papa' moment from Bruce:

Always nice to see those, especially amid all the less positive stuff going on with him and Cass right now.

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moreofem · 4 years ago

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“Louisiana dream”

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson

warnings: fluff, bucky in that black shirt, Sarah being gorg, tiny allusion to s3xual content.

words: ≈ 1k (little drabble ;) )

A/N: i just had to ok? I’ve been thinking about them for DAYS. Next thing I’ll be writing is Sambucky tho, in love w/ both ships!! I don’t discriminate lol + excuse typos

Bucky didn’t even know how he found himself in this position. One moment, he was playing with Cass and AJ, helping around, conversing with people who came for Cass’s birthday; and suddenly, he was pressing Sarah against a tree further away from the party. They were silent as Bucky cupped her face with his right hand, still too hesitant to use the metal one. Even if his thoughts were scrambled by Sarah’s heavenly scent, he still wanted to remember how they came to be hiding behind a tree like fucking teenagers. Was it because of the orange flowy dress she was wearing, that hugged her waist and torso nicely, showing off her collarbones and beautiful complexion, or the intricate way she put her braids up? He honestly thought it was a whole. He’d been dancing around her for months, since he came to Delacroix to help Sam out.

Seeing her made something bubble up in him, and he couldn’t help but let his 40’s persona come back, and seeing her shy away made his heart feel like it was about to burst. Shit, it did feel good to flirt again, especially when the girl in front didn’t look mortified, or disgusted by him. In fact, through the looks she gave him, she was maybe reciprocating. And Bucky loved it. Probably even more than Sam’s constant irritation and dirty looks he was giving whenever the super soldier was around his sister. He chuckled internally at that, as he pressed his thumb against Sarah’s lower lip. She shuddered and smiled, her dark eyes twinkling, and her glossy lips slightly parted.

“You sure you don’t mind me kissing you?”

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully, before she grabbed Bucky’s face between her palms gently. His heart thumped loudly, and he thanked whatever god that she didn’t have super soldier hearing.

“Nope’, she responded, popping the p , ‘matter of fact, if you don’t get to work, I’mma have to do it myself…”

He smiled, again. Damn he was smiling a lot these days, and frankly, it didn’t bother him as much as he would think. He really could get used to this, the cool air of New Orleans, the giggling and screaming of the boys, the smell of delicious food… Did it feel like this was too good to be true? Absolutely, but Bucky reminded himself over and over again that it was in fact real, and he was actually pressing his lips against Sarah’s.

She let out a hum, and caressed Bucky’s cheekbones making him shiver underneath her delicate touch. Her lips were delicate too: plump, soft, slick… They felt amazing. He felt bad for a second, because of his slightly chapped ones, but Sarah didn’t seem to care, so he continued, slowly catching her bottom lip with his teeth. She gasped into his mouth, and before he could even swivel their tongues together, she broke the kiss, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Lord, you’re a good fuckin’ kisser… Damn!”

Their eyes met, and Sarah chuckled when a cute blush rose up Bucky’s face, spreading his color from his collarbones to his ears.

“Is it hot in here? Or I- Mhm!”

He instantly melted into another lipped embrace, that was hotter this time. Sarah’s fingers traced his abs through the thin black t-shirt he was wearing, her painted nails scratching delightfully. Bucky didn’t mean to get hard. He really didn’t. He was just thinking of a romantic kiss at first, but now… Yeah, his mind was elsewhere. His growl made Sarah press up even more against him, and they both relished in the feeling of their chests pressed together. When they parted, the super soldier felt like taking huge gulps of air, but he fought that feeling by diving in and nuzzling his nose in Sarah’s neck, inhaling her sweet perfume. She swore and gripped his biceps, huffing out a laugh when Bucky flexed underneath her touch. She gripped again, and he made his muscles twitch. He could almost picture her blissed out grin.

“Yeah? You like the guns?”

“Oh- fuck…’, he kissed and nipped her neck, the traces of saliva making her glow even more; ‘don’t get all cocky on me Barnes…”

He hummed against her clavicle and sunk his teeth, not enough to hurt but enough to let a spike of arousal course through the woman’s veins. Her breath hitched, and Bucky’s nostrils flared, picking up the faint but new scent of what was forming between her legs. He took advantage of her excitement to pivot one of his thighs and place them in between her legs, bunching up the light fabric of her dress, as his hands creeped higher, but always stayed beneath her breasts.

“Shit Bucky, keep goin’...”

“Never intended to stop, doll…”

Oh how her heart stuttered at the pet name, much to Bucky’s amusement. Sarah was about to succumb to the devilish vines of lust that circled her whole mind and body, and grind her hips down on Bucky’s thick muscle when she heard leaves crunching.

“Mama?”

Bucky separated himself from Sarah in a second, groaning internally and trying hard to conceal his hard on. He turned around the tree, hiding himself from AJ, who had just arrived.

“Yeah?”

It was crazy how Sarah cooled down so fast. On the outside, no one could’ve guessed what had just transpired seconds ago. He left her talk with her son, and returned to the house, where he spotted Sam adding the final touches to the cake. He grabbed a spoon before trying to dip it in the frosting bowl.

“Hey hey hey! No eating!... Whatchu smilin’ for huh?”

Bucky hadn’t even realized he was grinning, and his face fell down a bit, going back to it’s natural solemn form.

“Nothing.”

Sam was still sceptical, and put down the piping bag, crossing his arms.

“Um, that doesn’t seem like nothing to me; c’mon, spill it man…”

“Nah… cause it would just make you mad…”

Bucky made the most obnoxious smirk, waiting for his friend to catch up. It didn’t take long before Sam’s eyebrows shot up and he gave him a deadly stare:

“No. You’re lying.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You did! You made that- that face! Boy you better get outta my sight. Leave Sarah alone!”

Bucky chuckled and stepped out of the house, letting Sam mumble under his breath.

He sat on the porch stairs, breathing in the hot, Louisiana air. He felt at peace, he felt happy, and more importantly, he felt loved.

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samwilsonsbabymama · 4 years ago

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Late Nights

Pairing: Gray!Sam Wilson x Black Reader x Gray!Bucky Barnes (18+)

Summary: You meet Sam and Bucky on different days, but it seems as though they already know you.

Warnings: dub-con, maybe non-con, stalking, fingering,

Word Count: > 3,000

A/N: didn't I say I was done with gray!fics??? lol I wrote this one based off of @mariahthelioness29 's prompt (I can't find it lol). I hope yall like it. Big thanks to @megapeacelovemusic-blog for beta-ing this for me! I really appreciate it!!!

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You walked up and down the aisles of the nearly empty store without a care in the world, as you checked off items on your list. Late-night grocery shopping was one of your favorite pastimes, especially when you couldn’t sleep.

You reached for the last item on your list, but just as your fingers brushed it, it was ripped from the shelf. You hadn’t noticed anyone else in the aisle you were in, so to say you were surprised was an understatement.

“I’m sorry,” the stranger said. “I didn’t see you there.”

You looked up at the stranger and froze; you had never seen a more handsome man before. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a sandy brown button-up over a fitted, reddish-brown shirt. Your eyes continued to slowly drag over his form, taking in his dark brown skin and plump lips. Your gaze lingered on the scar under his left eye for a second too long before you finally reached his twinkling brown eyes.

He cleared his throat, clearly amused that you had been checking him out.

“Hmm?” you asked, as you shook yourself from your ogling.

“I said,” he began, “‘I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.’”

“No,” you chuckled. “I should have been paying more attention.”

He smiled, and you could have sworn you felt the earth shift. The way his face lit up when he smiled at you made your heart rate speed up. Never before had a smile made you want to drop to your knees as fast as this one did.

He tilted the package towards you. “Here, take it. I have some at home.”

“Are you sure?” you asked as you reached out and took hold of the box.

“Yeah,” he replied as you put the food into your cart. “Are you new in town? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, well kinda,” you began, “I moved here about a year ago, I kinda keep to myself.”

The man chuckled softly. “I can understand that.” he stuck his hand out, “I’m Sam, I grew up here.” He waited for you to take his hand and when you did, he brought it up to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

Your jaw dropped when you felt his soft lips on your skin. You swallowed and choked out your name.

“Y/n,” he repeated when he pulled away and released your hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” you panted.

“Look,” Sam said before he licked his lips. “I know we just met, but something is telling me that I’m going to regret this if I don’t do it, so here goes. My sister Sarah is having a fish fry and I was wondering if you would like to come?”

You beamed at him. “Absolutely.” you reached for your phone and handed it to him after you unlocked it. “Here, drop call your phone and text me the details later.”

Sam took your phone and you smiled when you heard his ringtone.

“Great,” he smiled once more. “I’ll let you get back to your shopping and text you later, Y/n.”

You continued your shopping with a smile on your face after he walked away. Your elated mood carried you throughout the rest of your shopping trip.

The following day, after you had gotten some sleep, Sam texted you. The same feeling you had when you talked to him the night before resurfaced the moment you saw his name.

Hey, Y/n, it’s Sam. Here’s the info for the fish fry.

Hi, Sam! Thanks! I can’t wait.

A few minutes passed. You wanted to keep talking to him, but you couldn’t think of anything clever to say, so you sent the first thing that came to mind.

So, do you always shop so late at night?

Yeah, I like the quiet. Fewer people. What about you?

Either late at night or early in the morning for the same reasons.

This might be a little too forward, but next time we could go together.

That would be fun! I’ll let you know the next time I have to go on a late-night grocery run.

You two continued to talk throughout the day while you ran a few errands, and with each message, your excitement for the weekend grew. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were with finding such a catch. You were distracted by a text from Sam when you ran smack into a brick wall, or what you thought was a brick wall. You watched as your phone fell to the ground in slow motion and you cringed at the thought. But your phone never hit the ground, a gloved hand reached down and grabbed it just before it hit the ground.

“Thank you so much!” you cried as you reached for your phone.

“No worries, sweetheart,” a deep voice drawled.

Your heart lurched at his voice and your legs clenched. Once your phone was safely in your hands, you took a step back and bit your lip as you once again found yourself taking in the form of an attractive man.

This man reminded you of Sam because they had a similar build: thick thighs, broad shoulders, strong arms, and dazzling smile. But that’s where the similarities ended. The blue-eyed man in front of you wore a pair of dark wash jeans with a gray shirt underneath a leather jacket. He only wore one glove which made you quirk your eyebrow during your perusal but you didn’t say anything.

When your eyes landed back on his, his smile got bigger. “I’m Bucky,” he said.

“Y/n,” you said and smiled back at him. “I’m so sorry for running into you. I should have been paying attention.”

Bucky shook his head and laughed, “It’s all good, love. It’s not every day a beautiful girl falls into my arms.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “I wouldn’t say all that,” you mumbled.

Bucky snorted. “I’ve been here for months and you, Miss Y/n, are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thank you Bucky. Well, as nice as this is, I must get going. It was nice to meet you!” you gave him a small wave and began to walk away.

A few days passed, and you were getting ready to head over to the docks. You didn’t know the area well, so the night before, you had made a trip over so that you knew where you were going. The trip seemed easy enough so you weren’t too worried about getting lost.

As you were getting dressed, your stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of seeing Sam once again. You two had been texting and video chatting every day but you couldn’t wait to be in his presence again. You’d thought about Bucky as well, and part of you had wished that you had given him your number, but you weren’t too sad about it.

After checking yourself in the mirror once again, you headed out of the door and made your way to the docks. You found the gathering quickly, but you hesitated before you got out of your car. You sent Sam a quick text letting him know that you made it before you stepped out of your car.

You looked around at the faces on the docks and smiled as you greeted those around you. You always felt relaxed when you spent time around your people. You didn’t have to hide or pretend to be someone that you weren’t.

“There you are!” a familiar voice caught your attention and before you knew it Sam had pulled you into a hug.

When he embraced you, the scent of his cologne filled your nose and you relaxed into his arms. You inhaled deeply and sighed as Sam squeezed you tighter. You felt him bury his nose into your curls while you embraced. After a few moments, you both pulled away.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized.

“No worries.”

“Here, let me introduce you to everyone,” Sam said before he took hold of your hand and pulled you through the crowd. He introduced you to almost everyone in town, some people you’d already met but others you hadn’t had the opportunity to.

“And here’s my sister, Sarah, and my nephews, Cass and AJ,” Sam said and you waved.

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” you said and stuck your hand out for a handshake.

“Nope, we hug around here,” Sarah said just before she pulled you in for a hug.

You could hear Sam laughing beside you.

“We’re just waiting for the cake to get here,” Sarah said when she pulled back. “But the food is done so feel free to fix yourself a plate.”

You nodded your head before she walked away.

“Could I interest you in a drink?” you heard Sam say from beside you.

You nodded your head once again, “Water please.”

Sam chuckled. “Why don’t you go fix your plate while I get you something to drink.”

You watched Sam walk away before you started fixing your plate. You made sure to grab your favorite foods before you found a place to sit. You had already started eating when Sam returned with your drink.

“We didn’t have any water bottles left, so I hope lemonade is okay.” He handed you a cup, and you smiled at him as he took a seat next to you.

Conversation between you two flowed easily and you were having a good time talking to him and Sarah. Sam kept you laughing and entertained while you ate. You were listening to Sam tell a story when there was a commotion at the end of the docks. You watched as Cass and AJ sprinted from their spots at the table and weaved through the crowd. You looked over at Sam in question, but he was already standing and smiling at the newcomer.

“Hey, Y/n, I want you to meet someone,” Sam said as he outstretched his hand toward you. He pulled you out of your seat the moment your hand was in his and before you knew it, you two were weaving through the crowd once again.

Sam dropped your hand the moment you reached your destination and you peeked over his shoulder to see Cass and AJ play fighting with someone holding a cake. You laughed as the man dramatically dodged the young boys’ fists before setting the cake on the nearest table. You stayed put when Sam walked over to the newcomer with a huge smile on his face. Your stomach dropped to your knees when he took off his sunglasses.

“Bucky?” you whispered in disbelief. What were the chances that the two men you’d been dreaming about knew each other? Not only that, what were the chances that they were friends? And close friends at that. You stayed rooted in your spot as you watch the two men in front of you embrace each other. Your eyes darted around to find an escape but luck wasn’t on your side.

As you said his name, Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he froze. Sam noticed the shift in his stance and pulled back from him and followed his gaze. Sam pulled Bucky over to you with a smile on his face.

“Bucky, I’d like you to meet-”

“Y/n.” Bucky finished for him.

Sam paused and looked between the two of you, “Am I missing something?”

Bucky spoke first. “You remember that beautiful girl I told you about?”

Sam nodded before realization flashed in his eyes. “Well damn, Buck,” Sam chuckled and clapped Bucky on his back.

“Wait, what?” you asked. To say you were confused would be an understatement but the two ignored you.

The rest of the evening found you sandwiched between Bucky and Sam, and one of them was touching you at all times. Sam would caress your leg, or Bucky would twirl one of your braids. Sam would lean in close to whisper something in your ear while Bucky rubbed your back. Your senses were heightened and you were slightly overwhelmed. You needed to breathe.

You were glad when Sarah came over and distracted the two men for a second. It allowed you the chance to slip away, and you rushed into the nearest bathroom. It was small, but just the right size for you to hide in.

You stared at yourself in the mirror and caught your breath. Your head was still spinning when you heard a knock at the door. You waited a few seconds before you called out that you’d be right out, but the person on the other side didn’t listen. Before you knew it, Bucky was pushing himself into the small room and locking the door.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he said before crashing his lips against yours. You easily melted into his kiss, but a small part in the back of your brain caused you to pull back.

“Wait, Bucky,” you moaned. You felt his hand slip under your clothes.

“There’s no ‘wait'. I’ve waited long enough,” Bucky growled as he pushed two fingers inside of you.

You were floating. The feeling of Bucky's fingers inside of you felt like heaven. Your eye rolled to the back of your head as he fingered you. He used his other hand to prop your leg up onto the toilet so that he could fuck you deeper.

“Fucking following you around for months hoping that you’d notice me,” he growled into your neck as his fingers picked up speed. “Notice us. And then you go and notice Sam first? You let him win? Fuck you’re gripping me. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”

Your head began to swim as you caught onto his words.

“What?” you mumbled out. “You’ve been following me?”

“We both have,” he corrected you. “Sam’s been following you longer, ever since you moved here.”

You tried to push him off of you but the hold he had on you kept him rooted right where he was. His fingers began to move impossibly faster as he chuckled.

“I know you wanna cum, baby girl, don’t you?” Bucky grunted.

You shook your head but your breath hitched in your throat. You could feel your orgasm approaching. This was completely wrong but it felt so good.

“Cum on my fingers, baby, I know you can,” Bucky urged and with a few more strokes of his fingers, you came with a silent scream.

You felt Bucky remove his fingers from inside of you, and you watched as he stuck them in his mouth.

“Since you noticed Sam first,” Bucky said as he helped you right your clothes. “He gets to fuck this pretty pussy first, but I just needed a taste. Something to hold me over.” Bucky brushed back your hair and cupped your face with his hands before he kissed you again, deeper than the first time. The kiss lasted for a few minutes before he finally pulled away and he was gone before you could say anything else.

When you came to your senses, you looked at yourself in the mirror. “What the fuck?” you whispered. You needed to get out. You needed to get back home without anyone noticing. When you exited the bathroom, you were thankful that no one was around as you made your way to your car. But that thankfulness was short-lived when you spotted Sam standing at your drivers’ door.

You could see the smirk on his face from where you stood. You began to back away, but your progress was halted when you ran into a solid form.

“Do you think you’re getting away from us now that we’ve got you?” Bucky whispered from behind you. “I told you, we’ve waited too long to let you slip away, baby girl.” Bucky gently pushed you forward until you reached Sam. You refused to look in his eyes, something he found funny.

“I had imagined this going differently, y/n,” Sam said as he hooked his finger under your chin. “But as Bucky said, we’ve waited long enough.” Sam gripped the back of your neck and pressed his lips to yours and forced his tongue into your mouth. His lips were as soft as you had imagined and you were excited to feel them all over your body.

No. No, this was wrong. You didn’t want this. Or did you? Hadn’t this been what you had been dreaming about? Being taken by Sam and Bucky? Hadn’t you dreamed this actual scenario many times? Why would you deny what the Universe was gifting you?

Finally giving in, you threw your arms around Sam’s neck and allowed him to lift you up around his waist. He carried you away from your car and away from the dock. When you pulled away from his lips to catch your breath, you looked around and noticed you were heading towards his truck.

You watched as Bucky let down the back of Sam’s truck and hopped onto the bed before reaching out to you and helping you in. Sam followed the two of you, and he waited as you got comfortable. He had taken care to cover the cold metal with a thick comforter and some pillows.

“You ready for this dick, y/n?” Sam asked and you nodded your head.

“Y/n?” he called your name again.

“Y/n?” he said louder and he shook you this time.

Your eyes snapped open, and you tried catching your breath. You looked around the room and your gaze landed on the man who plagued your dreams.

“Sam,” you whispered once you calmed down.

“Another nightmare?” he asked as he pulled you on top of him.

You shook your head. “No, not this time. This one was different. It felt different. Real almost but I know it didn’t happen.” you couldn’t explain the feeling you had. It felt so real, you could feel everything, but you know Sam would never treat you like that.

Sam held you as you laid on top of him. His hands stroking your back trying to calm you down. When your breath finally deepened, and he was convinced that you were asleep, he reached for his phone and dialed out.

“Hey,” Sam spoke into the phone. “She’s starting to remember. I’m going to need something stronger.”

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yellowocaballero · 3 years ago

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Hi! I've binged your reverse robin series and absolutely loved it you are an incredible writer, I am by no means a huge dcu fan but your writing is so good it makes me want to become one! I fell in love with every character you wrote, especially tim drake :) I was wondering if you have any fic recs etc have a nice day x

I'm so glad you liked it!!! Please don't become a DCU fan <3.

And Tim Drake is one of my favorite comic book characters of all time (maybe just behind Bart Allen), so that little jerk's very distinct in the mind lol. I wrote like this whole-ass 50,000 word Cass Cain POV that takes place after the prophetic spring that does him much better, I think, but that story's a bit long to post on tumblr and way too bad to put on AO3.

As for fic recs. Thank you for asking.

There are three good Tim Drake fanfics. "Surely there has to be more -" no there are not. These are the three good Tim Drake fanfics.

Chirp by AmariT does something tremendously difficult and is a very good case fic that feels like a comic book run, with well-defined arcs and character development. It's very comic flavor and I think really nails Tim as a comic character very well.

The Bat's Crest by livierambles is insanely well written, super twisty and intricately plotted, with an excellent nail on a million different characters. I don't know if this one is a "Tim Fic" but he's a big pov character.

Anyway the best Tim Drake fic of all time is Red Raven by PlotlessWanderer because it is, maybe, the only fanfic I've ever read to truly understand and explore how fucking batshit insane this boy is. He is a nut. He is off his rocker. He will crash Gotham's economy. He will take on a League of ninjas. He will fake a family member. He will fake his death. He's a super genius. He's an idiot. He has no friends. He only thinks he has no friends. He's the living incarnation of the pepe silva meme. He's insane. He's too sane. He's found an RPG. He is everywhere. He is nothing. He is totally radical.

I think the best Tim Drake is just a boy who is fucking insane.

#okay. shout out to the fic where tim keeps zombie jason in his closet.#my writing #i realize i have taken a hard stance on this #and i'm certain that if you've written tim drake fic it's excellent #but I've read a LOT of dcu fanfic #and there's only three good tim fics. goodnight.#the reverse robin series makes a lot of sense if you read it with the knowledge that I hate 90% of batfam fanfics #it's kind of a shame I really can't put the cass fic anywhere because it's probably the best tim i've done so far

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aquariuscurly94 · 3 years ago

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All to Ourselves

Summary: He must be honest with himself. He had never pictured himself with someone. He always thought that being in a relationship would be putting himself at risk if an enemy had found out about the person that he was with. They could use that person against him, and he would never live with himself if something were to happen to them. Luckily, he has a powerful empath as a girlfriend, and he knows full well that she can handle herself perfectly fine on her own. Being with Raven had brought so many new experiences that they had both shared with each other. And he knows that being intimate with her would unlock newfound vulnerabilities between them and if that were to happen, they need a serious conversation about it first.

AN: I meant to post this last week when I had posted this on A03, but school started again and I was slammed with homework about Human Diseases lol. ANYWAYS!! Here is the smut one shot of DamiRae that is more descriptive than my previous one for DamiRae week lol. Please let me know how you guys like it!! HAPPY READING!!

It was the sound of someone whistling that carried through the long hallway of the Wayne Manor that had caught Damian Wayne’s attention. His three-year-old black Great Dane, Titus, made a noise next to him and Damian placed a finger to his lips in a silent way to tell him to be quiet as he resumed walking down the hallway.

When the former trained assassin had arrived at the Manor from his fencing practice from Gotham Academy, he had found the mansion empty except for Titus who had greeted him at the door. He was surprised that the family butler Alfred Pennyworth wasn’t there next to the Great Dane and that made him suspect that there was something wrong.

The whistling grew louder the closer he came to a door that was ajar and Damian knew that it was Dick Grayson’s room. He narrowed his eyes as he poked his head in to see the acrobat hero putting on a jacket. “Oh, hey, D.” He said without turning around as he checked himself in the mirror that was on his dresser. “What’s up?”

Damian snorted as he leaned against the door frame and folded his arms over his chest. “Where is everyone?” he asked, sighing when Titus walked up next to him and nudged his wet nose against him. His lips twitched up when he lightly pets him on the tip of his nose.

Let’s see,” Dick said, tilting his head back with a hum. “Tim is out on date with Kon. Same with Roy and Jason. Step and Cass are patrolling which Bruce told me to remind you to take the night off. No objections,” he quickly added when Damian was about to open his mouth to object his father’s order. “Speaking of Bruce, he is out on a date with Selina and Alfred went along with them as the driver and I am about to meet up with Kori. Which means… you have the whole mansion to yourself, Dami.” Dick looked over at Titus who cocked his head to the side at him. “Well… somewhat to yourself.”

Damian raised a brow at the older acrobat hero and sighed. “Fine. It made sense as to why I didn’t see Pennyworth at the door with Titus. I suppose I could use this time to read.”

Dick stared at the former assassin quizzically as if he had said something strange. “Did you not hear what I just said?”

Damian knitted his brows in confusion at him. “I heard exactly what you said Grayson. I am not deaf,” he said with a roll of his emeralds. “What’s the matter with I said?”

Dick pinched the bridge of his nose as he finally remembered that he was talking to a different type of eighteen-year-old. “Dami, you will be alone. Which means that you have this entire mansion to yourself. Maybe I don’t know… perhaps you could invite Raven over?”

Damian wrinkled up his nose at Dick’s suggestion and huffed at him. “And why on Earth would I want to do that?”

Dick groaned and shook at his head at how clueless the son of the Dark Knight can be at times. Damian was supposed to the ‘smartest’ of all of them correct? So far, he is clearly not catching on to what he was trying to say to him. “Do you remember what we had talked about a few months back? In the kitchen?” he asked, praying that Damian would remember that awkward conversation. He sighed in relief when the young Robin gave him a curt nod. “Thank goodness. I was about to say. Anyways…hellooooo this is your perfect opportunity! There would be no interruptions! It will be just you and umm…Raven.”

“Grayson—”

“Anyways,” Dick interrupted, clearing his throat as he grabbed his wallet and keys that were sitting on the dresser. He walked by Damian and Titus and made sure to give the Great Dane a light touch just behind his pointed ears. “Just remember what we talked about okay? That’s all I’m going to say. Have a good night D.”

Damian leaned his head back against the door frame as he watched Dick jogged happily down the spiraled staircase and out the front door, leaving him alone with his three-year-old Great Dane. He pushed himself off the frame and made his way down towards his room with Titus by his side and sat down on his neatly made bed that was covered in green blankets. “What do you think?” he asked Titus, petting him behind his ear. “Should I invite Raven over and take Grayson’s advice?”

Titus barked at the mention of his empath girlfriend and Damian sighed when he had leaned back against his bed, remembering the conversation vividly that he had with his older adoptive brother. He didn’t show it openly, but he was extremely nervous when Grayson was asking him if they were sexually active when he had caught them kissing in the kitchen. He was so distracted by the taste of Raven’s soft lips that he didn’t feel that there was another presence in the kitchen with them.

He must be honest with himself. He had never pictured himself with someone. He always thought that being in a relationship would be putting himself at risk if an enemy had found out about the person that he was with. They could use that person against him, and he would never live with himself if something were to happen to them. Luckily, he has a powerful empath as a girlfriend, and he knows full well that she can handle herself perfectly fine on her own. Being with Raven had brought so many new experiences that they had both shared with each other. And he knows that being intimate with her would unlock newfound vulnerabilities between them and if that were to happen, they need a serious conversation about it first.

Damian sat up in his bed and reached into his pocket to pull his phone to dial her number, smiling when she had answered on the first ring. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she responded, and Damian could immediately picture her sitting crossed legged in her room with a book in her hands. “You caught me in the middle of reading. Is there something wrong?”

Damian snorted when his assumption about his girlfriend was correct and threaded his fingers through his dark hair. “Nothing is wrong. I was just informed that I have the entire manor will be empty for quite sometime and it is just Titus and I,” Titus made a noise next to him and Damian bent down to scratch behind his ear again. “And Titus misses you.”

Raven laughed in his ear. “Oh? Well, tell Titus that I miss him too and when you bring him back to the Tower, I’ll be making sure to give him extra treats. What are you going to do in that huge manor now that you have to yourself?”

Damian rolled his eyes at Raven’s promise about treats for Titus and the Great Dane’s head popped up at the mention of treats. He must remind her later not to spoil him too much. “I was thinking of reading but…” he lost his train of thought as he thought about what his older brother had said to him and cleared his throat to try again. “Perhaps maybe you can come over?”

There was a brief pause between the birds and Damian waited patiently for the response from his purple eyed girlfriend. Damian wondered if she were waiting for the exact reason as to why she should be coming over especially since the two of them would be totally alone. “I’ve been meaning to show you the library that we have at the manor. We have every book that you can think of. Tonight would be the perfect opportunity to show you without being interrupted by noisy siblings.”

“Alright. I can’t wait to see that library.” Raven said with a light chuckle.

Damian and Titus sat patiently on porch steps of the manor. His green eyes scanning the empty lot, looking for any signs of Raven’s magic portal that would allow her to transport anywhere across the universe. Damian cocked his head to the side when Titus made a soft noise next to him, making him turn into the direction straight ahead just in time a dark round circle was forming just a few feet from him.

He smiled when a figure wearing long black boots and a purple tank top dress step out from the portal and Titus immediately ran towards Raven and jumped on her chest in excitement at seeing his other parent. “Titus!” he said in a warning and the Great Dane quickly sat down.

“Oh, come on Damian, it has been a while.” Raven said with a roll of her amethyst eyes, bending down to sneak a small treat to Titus. “Isn’t that right Titus? Look at you, getting so big,” she cooed softly, playing at his pointy ears.

Damian cleared his throat as he walked towards them with his hands behind his back with a raised brow at her. “Did you had any trouble getting here?” he asked, observing her when she gave Titus another treat for no reason. “You’re spoiling him.”

“No, I did not have any trouble getting here. It doesn’t drain my magic anymore. Also, that is why he loves me more because I spoil him.” Raven said with a snort, walking over towards him to greet him properly with a chaste kiss on his lips. “Now, about that library that you wanted to show me.”

Damian reached down to wrap his hand in hers. “Right this way Raven.”

Damian could tell that his plum haired girlfriend was at awe at how large the library was. He was smirking as he leaned against one of the bookshelves as he watches her pull out random books. “You weren’t kidding when you said that this library has every book that you can think of,” she said, holding out a copy of Wuthering Heights. “Should I even ask who reads this?” she asked with interest, opening the book and started to read at a random page.

“That would be Todd.” Damian told him, making Raven look at him in surprise. “I know, I am shocked too that he even knows how to pick up a book to read a decent classic.”

“I can see him reading something like this,” Raven said with a hum, reaching up to place the book back on the top shelf. Damian watched her struggle with putting it back and he sighed as he walked over beside her and used his height to put it back for her. “I could’ve done that myself,” Raven huffed out with a frown on her face as she wrapped an arm around herself.

“You could’ve just used your powers.” Damian pointed out with a smirk on his face. “But you didn’t.”

“Maybe I did it on purpose to get you over here a bit closer,” Raven said with sly smile and Damian chuckled as he moved a bit closer towards her personal space.

“Like this?” Damian asked, looking into his girlfriend’s lavender eyes when they had met his green ones. He cocked his head to the side when she started to hum quietly as she placed a fingernail on her the tip of her chin. “Or more like this?” he asked, stepping forward a bit closer to her personal space.

“Getting warmer there Boy Wonder.” Raven told him, lifting a brow when Damian stepped closer. This time, the young adult birds could feel each other’s breath when he started to lean down towards her lips that he briefly tasted before when she had first arrived. “It’s getting pretty hot in here.” She whispered.

“Like this?” Damian asked quietly, stopping inches away from brushing his lips against hers.

“Yes,” Raven breathed out when Damian finally closed the gap between them and started to kiss her softly on the lips. “Definitely like that,” she said when they had broken apart, leaning back against the bookshelf when Damian had caged her in with his hands on each side of her.

Damian leaned in to kiss the quiet empath once more but this time it was slower and hotter than their previous kisses that they had shared together after they had become a couple. He moaned when he felt Raven’s tongue licked his bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen their kiss in the quiet library while Titus was in Damian’s room sleeping, leaving them completely alone.

Damian enjoys kissing Raven. He enjoys the little sounds she would make when his tongue battle her own tongue for dominance. He enjoys the hold that Raven has around his neck to bring him even closer to her, molding their bodies even closer together. He tries to concentrate the feel of her lips against his just when a quiet whisper of his older brother’s voice enters his mind. “Raven,” he said quietly when they had stopped kissing to catch their breath. “We need to have a conversation.”

Raven furrowed her brows at him, sighing in disappointment as she licked her lips. “Now?”

Damian nodded his head with a sigh and cleared his throat as he reaches up to rake his hair with his fingers. “That day in the kitchen…” he started, and he had stopped talking when Raven rolled her eyes at him and was about to say something but didn’t when he had held up a hand. “I should’ve listened to you and I understand that. I am bringing it up now because Grayson and I…had a conversation.”

Raven crossed her arms as she stared at him. “What kind of conversation?” she asked slowly.

“About copulation.”

Damian looked at Raven when she had wrinkled her nose at him, and he knew that he should’ve used a different word just like Dick had warned him to do because he wasn’t honestly sure if she would truly send him to another dimension. He mentally prepared himself when the silence between them continued.

“You mean the birds and the bees?” she asked after what it feels like an eternity to him, and Damian sighed in relief when she didn’t use her powers. “I am…familiar with it,” she told him, uncrossing her arms and started to fidget with her fingers nervously. “I also had a conversation with Kori about it as well after the kitchen incident. What of it?”

What Raven had said made Damian raise a brow at her. This was the first-time hearing about this. He knows that Raven and the Princess of Tamaran were close so it shouldn’t be a surprise if the two superhero women would talk about things such as copulation. It was a similar relationship that he has with his older brother.

“Have you ever…thought about it?” Damian asked her, watching her as her head tilted slightly to one side. He noticed slight coloring of her pale cheeks but didn’t say anything as he wait for the answer of his question.

Raven looked down towards her black boots to avoid Damian’s piercing emeralds and took a deep breath before speaking. “I would sometimes think about what it would be like…to be intimate with you.” She chewed her lower lip when she lifted her eyes to look at him. “Have you ever thought about it?” She asked, repeating the question to him.

“Since we’re both being honest here. Yes. I have.”

Raven widen her eyes at his answer and her cheeks started to red again. “I-I see. What do you want to do now Damian?”

Damian smiled at her question. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that Raven?” he asked with a chuckle when she had huffed at him and gave him a look. “Do you….perhaps want to continue?”

“You mean with what we were doing before but more than just kissing?” Raven asked him, chewing her lower lip and Damian knew that she would only do that when she was nervous about something.

“That is up to you. I am fine with what we were doing before but—” Damian made sure to look at her in the eyes when he spoke again. “If we were to go further, I’ll make sure to be gentle.” He promised, knowing that Raven knows that he always keeps his word.

Raven chuckled at him as she places a strand of her plum behind her ear and pushed off the bookshelf to walk closer to him. She smiled at him as she placed a hand on the center of his chest. “I know that you will Damian.” She leaned in a bit closer to him over to whisper in his ear. “Which is why I want to do this with you.”

It was Raven who made the first move when she leaned back from his ear and started to kiss him on the lips. Damian wrapped his arms around her waist to bring her closer to him. The kiss started off as chaste and gentle. He used the tip of his tongue to lick her bottom lip and she had given him permission to have the slick muscle in her mouth.

“Couch.” Raven whispered in between kisses and Damian grunted in response and the two birds moved towards the large black couch that was in the corner of the library without breaking their heated kiss. She broke the kiss when her back touched the couch. “Very comfy.”

Damian snorted at her comment and shook his head at her. “It is quite comfortable. I’ve fallen asleep in here a few times actually.” He said with a small hum in his throat. “Now, where were we?”

“I believe Damian,” Raven said, using her arms to wrap around his neck to bring him back closer to her. “We were doing this.” She brought her lips against his in a deep kiss and ran her fingers through his dark hair.

Damian chuckled against her soft lips and used a hand to wrap her leg around his hip to bring her body closer to his which caused her to moan underneath him. He broke the kiss and leaned down the nape of her neck to give it a light kiss along with a lick of his tongue. “Tell me how to take your dress off,” he whispered huskily against her ear as he ran his fingers up and down her leg lightly.

“It’s on the side.” Raven told him breathlessly, moving to the side so that Damian could have better access on her dress zipper. The two birds paused what they were doing when he had helped her slipped out of her dress and placed it on the floor, leaving her only in her bra and underwear. Purple meets green as they stared at each other Damian could feel his face growing warm the more he had stared at her partially naked form. “Having fun staring?”

Damian rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I’m staring because you are really beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that Boy Wonder,” Raven told him, wrapping her arms protectively around herself in attempt to shield her body from his view. “I’ve never been this exposed to someone before.”

Damian frowned as he leaned forward to remove her arms from herself. “I’m not just saying that Raven. You are beautiful. The most beautiful bird that I had ever seen. You have no idea how happy you’ve made me, and I hope that I make you happy as well.”

He watched as Raven gave him a small smile when Damian brought her hand to his lips to softly kiss each of her fingers. “From my understanding…this requires two people to be naked.” Raven raised a brow at him. “And you are still fully clothed.” Damian scoffed at her and started to unbutton his blue shirt that he was wearing but Raven leaned forward to push his hands away so she could do it herself. “Let me do it since you did my dress.”

Damian nodded and he had let her undo his buttons one by one while never looking away from his emerald gaze. Once the buttons were out of the way, he shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it on the floor next to Raven’s dress and her eyes went wide at the sight of his muscular form. He knows eventually Raven would see his scars that runs along his front and back. He was prepared for what she was going to say once she had seen them from his early days as a former trained assassin. He was shocked at what she said next after looking at him.

“You’re very beautiful also. Scars and all.”

“Raven.”

“Damian.”

Damian made the first move to lean forward to kiss her again as he used his strength to push her back down on the couch. Raven whispered his name when he used a hand to touch down her body, starting with her covered breast. “Is this alright?” he asked, pausing his movements on her left breast to look at her.

“Y-yes,” Raven responded with a nod, sitting up slightly on the couch. “Do you want to do it?” she asked, turning around so Damian could see her clasp of her bra.

Damian cleared his throat as he used his hands to undo her bra and helped Raven to shrug out of her bra and the item fell to the floor next to their other clothes. Neither of them said anything when she had turned around fully to face him, letting her rounded breast come in full view. It was Damian that broke the silence that had fell between them. “May I?”

Instead of responding, Raven reached out to grab his hand to place it right on her breast and Damian widen his eyes at how soft it was. He used a thumb to gently play with her nipple and his action made her moan. “Are you—”

“K-keep doing that. You can play with the other.” Was all she said as she leaned her back at his touch.

Damian did what he was told and started to play with her right nipple as he leaned forward to kiss along her neck and her collar bone. He grunted against her skin as he continued to kiss down her body when Raven grabbed a fist full of his hair. “Kiss me.” Raven commanded, lifting his head from her stomach and brought his lips over to hers.

He could feel her tiny hands move along his body and down towards his stomach. Damian whispered her name when she started to unbuckle his jeans. He reached down to grab her hand to stop her and placed both of her hands above her head. “This is about you. Allow me to make you feel comfortable. Is that alright with you, my love?”

“What would you like to do?” she asked him, looking down at him and nibbled her lower lip. She knew from her conversations with Kori that there were several ways that someone could feel comfortable while having a sexual intercourse especially if that person was a virgin.

“Again, shouldn’t I be asking you these questions?” Damian asked with a shake of his head with a snort. “What would you like to do?” he asked, throwing the question back at her.

“I want you to touch me.” Raven softly commanded, looking away from Damian’s intense green gaze. She could feel her breath growing harder when the touch of his hands started roaming along her stomach. “Keep going,” she told him, gripping the edge of the couch tightly with her hands when Damian started to play with her belly button.

“Raven, where else do you want me to touch you?” Damian asked as he leaned back up to her to peck her on the lips. “Show me.”

Raven took a deep breath as she grabbed his and dragged it downward to her black underwear that she was wearing, watching him as his eyes widen in surprise. She blushed at his stare. “Can you touch me there? It’s supposed to help if you…touch me there.”

“Are you sure?” Damian asked in a serious tone, taking a deep breath when he had looked down at his hand that was on her underwear. “I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll tell you want to do.” Raven told him, sitting up on the couch so she could lean in to kiss him. Without breaking their kiss, Raven reached down between their bodies where Damian’s hand was on her underwear and used her hand to push the fabric aside, hissing in his mouth when both of their fingers touched her bare skin that had only ever been touched by herself a few times. “Gently place your finger inside me,” Raven directed softly, moving his finger inside her. Her breath hitched when his calloused finger entered her slowly but not moving.

“Just like this?” Damian asked her, looking at his flushed girlfriend’s face for any signs of discomfort while his finger was inside her but wasn’t moving. He wasn’t sure what the heck he was doing but he trusts Raven to tell him what to do. The beautiful bird nodded her head as she pushed her hips against his finger and Damian moaned at how wet she was around his finger. “What do you need me to do?”

“M-move your finger around. Slowly. Please.” Raven moaned out, pushing her hips against his finger again with hope that Damian would do as she asked.

Damian nodded his head at her command and started to push his finger in and out slowly, watching Raven’s whole body shook at his movements which made his stomach flip at the sight of her moaning his name in praise. He smiled down at her the more he twirled his finger around as he leaned forward with his other hand to play with her breast. “What else do you want me to do, Raven?”

“Another finger. Damian, please another finger.”

The way she had begged him made Damian��s stomach coil and he could feel a tightness grew in his pants as he placed his middle finger inside her. He mumbled out a curse in his native tongue when he had pushed in and out of it as he leaned down to kiss along her stomach before coming up to kiss along her throat, making it rumble as she huffed out a low moan.

“This feels really good.” Raven whispered breathlessly, looking down at Damian’s muscular form, blushing when she noticed a bulge that had formed in his pants. “Those needs to come off.”

Damian stopped his movements and looked down where Raven was staring and started to unbuckle his tight pants without leaving his eyes from her purple ones as he pushed them down along with his own underwear. He watches her wide her eyes at the sight of him. “Is this to your liking?” he found himself asking.

“It’s h-huge.”

“Raven, if you feel uncomfortable, we can stop now.” Damian told her in a serious tone, leaning forward to push back a few strands of her hair away from her face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Raven grabbed his hand that was on her forehead and brought it over to her lips and kissed each digit before rubbing it against her cheek. “I want this. I know you, Damian. I know that you’ll be gentle with me.”

“Raven. If we do this….we will need protection.”

“My dress has pockets. It’s in there.” Raven told him, not missing the way how Damian rose a brow at her. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Kori wanted me to stay prepared. Just in case.”

Damian nodded in understanding and moved away from her to grab the square foil item that was tucked in one of her dress pockets. He went back to Raven that was laying on the couch and leaned his head down to brush his lips against his as he lined himself against her wet heat. “Are you ready?” he asked softly as he pressed his forehead against hers.

Raven nodded her head and used her legs to wrap around his hips to bring him closer to allow him to push carefully inside her warm center. The two birds moaned at the new sensation when Damian’s body connected with hers fully.

Damian watched Raven knit her brows together, but he couldn’t tell if that was from the pain when he had entered her. “Are you alright? Do you want me to—“

“I’m fine. You can start moving. Please go slow.”

Damian started to move forward with the push of his hips carefully against hers and his movement caused his purple-haired girlfriend to gasp at his actions and whispered out his name as he continued to push inside her with his hips.

“Yes. Oh god. Yes. Just like that.” Raven moaned out in pleasure as she threw her head back against the couch. She grabbed a fist full of his dark hair as his lips dragged along the pulse of her throat. She closed her eyes when she felt his teeth lightly biting her and flinched at the pain. “Ouch.”

“Are you alright, my beloved?” Damian asked her, leaning away from her neck to look at her worried expression. “Did I hurt you?”

“It was unexpected. I wasn’t prepared for that.” Raven responded truthfully to him, nibbling her lower lip as she placed a hand over the spot of her neck that would soon be marked because of her green-eyed boyfriend. “Looks like my neck will have a mark tomorrow.”

Damian frowned as he observed the spot where he had lightly bit her with his teeth and shrugged his shoulders. “You should wear it proudly.” He said with humor in his voice that made Raven rolled her eyes at him.

“Can…you move again?” Raven asked in a small voice, reaching up to brush her nose against his. “Perhaps faster?”

Damian widens his eyes at her question. “Are you sure?”

Raven scoffed at him as she pushed up her hips with his, causing Damian to hiss through grounded teeth. “Does that answer your question?” she asked with a smirk on her face as she rolled her hips again.

Damian let out a curse in his native tongue as he did what Raven had asked and pushed forward and soon after had picked up a fast quick pace which caused her to moan out his name over and over in pure pleasure. He grunted when Raven pushed her hips with his to follow his rhythm. “Raven…” he muttered, leaning down to bury his face against her neck. “This feels…”

“Good? Amazing? Fantastic?” Raven suggested in between moans as he continued to thrust inside her at a fast pace. “Oh god. Yes. There. Right there!”

“All the above my love.” Damian told her. He could feel himself getting into a breaking point the more he buried himself inside of her warm, wet center. “Raven, I am getting close.” He warned her.

“Me too.” Raven said breathlessly. She could feel herself clenching around him when Damian rolled his hips once more. She grabbed his shoulders tightly with her hands. “Damian!”

Damian muttered a line of curses in a hushed whisper as the two of them come together moments later. He leaned down on Raven’s breasts as he catches his breath before rolling off of her to throw away the condom at a nearby trashcan at the corner of the library. He smiled at her when he stole a glance at her bare body as she leaned forward to gather her dress and undergarments that was on the floor.

Raven cocked her head to the side as she put her bra and underwear back on. “Why are you smiling Damian?”

Damian shrugged his shoulders after putting back on his pants and shirt and walked back over to the couch to help Raven zip up her dress carefully with his hands. “What we did back there was—” he could feel his face getting warm when his mind started to replay what happened and he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “divine.”

“That’s one word to describe what we just did.” Raven told him, smiling shyly at him and cleared her throat as she twiddled her fingers. “What’s going to happen now between us?”

Damian got up from his spot on the couch to walk over to one of the bookshelves and grabbed a random thriller novel by Paula Hawkins that his older sister Stephanie Brown likes to read in her spear time. “We go back to what we were doing before. That was my original intention after all.”

“I’m sure it was.” Raven said with a snort.

Raven left an hour later, leaving Damian and Titus alone in the manor once more. He sat causally on his bed leaning against the headboard while cleaning his katana with the Great Dane at the edge of the bed. He sighed when he heard the familiar footsteps that had belonged to his older brother Dick who knocked on the open door frame. “How was your evening little D?” he asked, leaning against it with smirk on his face.

“It was rather satisfactory Grayson. What about yours?” Damian asked, not looking up from his sword.

The older hero hummed at his little brother’s response and watched him clean his sword. “Did you end up inviting Raven over?” Dick asked the young adult bird, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. He didn’t miss the way Damian stopped cleaning his sword for a brief second before resuming to clean it and it made him chuckle. “What did you guys do?”

“I showed her the library.”

That caught Dick’s interest. “Really? What did you guys do at the library?” he asked innocently.

“We looked at different books Grayson. Why else would we be in the library?” Damian asked in annoyance, looking at the older man with narrowed emeralds. “I took your advice and had invited her over. There’s nothing else to know.”

Dick sighed and shook his head, knowing that Damian won’t tell him anything else, so he decided to try something else. “Okay, okay. Geez,” he said with a roll of his sapphire eyes. “Just as long as you two had used protection all is well!” he yelled quickly, running away from a batarang that was aiming for his head.

“You better sleep with one eye open, Grayson!”

AN: Alright, I am all done haha! What did you guys think? You know, I love fics that has the sibling relationship with Dick and Damian in it its so funny between them lol. Anyways, please let me know what you guys think of it!! :)

#damirae #Damian Wayne #damian x raven #teen titans fanfiction #damian is robin #raven roth #FLUFF AND SMUT #Smut #damirae smut #older damian wayne

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bigskydreaming · 3 years ago

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You're asked to choose one and only one or DC's future stops existing immediately. your choices:

1. Jason Todd the anti-hero who seldom works with only a couple of the bats he doesn't hate, for example Dick and Cass VS. Jason Todd who came back with healed body but broken spirit, folded back into the Gotham gang and learns to be part of the society again.

2. Tim Drake who makes all of his mistakes as canon but realizes he's been wrong and apologizes to people VS. Tim Drake back in his first iteration, a cute little brother character who is a reader insert and a fun teenager.

3. JayKyle VS DickKyle.

4. Jason Todd with a sword VS. Damian Wayne with a sword.

5. Chris Kent VS. Jon kent.

Okay but which DC future? Its omniversal future? Its hypertime future? Its multiversal future? Its Elseworlds future? Its dark multiverse future? Mwahahaha your threat is useless because the sheer wtf of DC's continuities, timelines and conflicting declarations of what to even call their multiomnihyperverse makes it impossible to target simply A future! DC's overly unnecessarily complicated nature renders it functionally immortal and impossible to ever truly destroy, take that Darkseid.

I mean. But anyway. Whatevs:

1) I honestly do prefer the idea of Jason someday fully reuniting/reintigrating into the Batfam as a whole, because fuck it, the found family I'm here for is the one where they actually act like a family....I just think it takes actual work to get to that point and I get irey when people are like we're here! We found it! And its like meanwhile, abusive dynamics still abound. Mmm. No thank you. But even though I've been on a huge Jason and Dick and Cass kick for like, forever, I do still aim for him having a dynamic of his own with the rest of the family.

Like the thing is, I hate playing the favorites card in families, and I think the emphasis on so and so being Bruce's favorite child or so and so being this kid's favorite sibling, etc, like it really does feel like to the detriment of the whole family, because once you start validating the idea of favorites, ESPECIALLY in a found family that is CONTINUOUSLY growing....I think you're kinda shooting yourself in the foot because you're kinda creating a situation where either no future new additions to the family can EVER be Bruce or one of the kids' 'favorite' or else you're innately positing that said fave status is conditional and even a current fave of Bruce or a sibling can be bumped down the ladder by the addition of a later arrival....

Which is LITERALLY the entire essence of the eternal conflict between Dick and Damian and Tim fans. Its not even that Damian is Dick's favorite, allegedly, its that prior to Damian's very EXISTENCE, fans felt comfortable declaring Tim unilaterally to be Dick's 'favorite'.....and then all it took was the addition of a single family member who had specific NEEDS in regards to Dick's attention and focus, largely because of his age and needing a legal guardian while Tim was old enough to literally jet set around the world on his own.....and like, everything went up in flames in large corners of fandom.

So I'm just like, death to the fave family member myth, its just incredibly counter productive to the idea of found family as a whole especially when it usually only exists to prop up a preferred character as better than others via the proof of see, these other characters say he's their fave or whatever...but also like, its not even necessary?

Because the thing is, you can have Jason reintegrated into the whole family overall, and still prioritize your personal narrative FOCUS on characters you like more than others, like say Dick and Cass.....because of course its natural for even people in the same family to have entirely different DYNAMICS with different family members....and these dynamics don't have to come with a ranking system in order to prioritize which ones you just focus on more in a story. Because its not necessarily that Dick has to be Jason's fave brother, y'know, just for Jason to prefer spending time with Dick simply because he's more comfortable with him due to knowing him longer or being more secure in the idea that Dick doesn't judge him based on their greater shared history.

This doesn't mean that Jason doesn't care for his other siblings, that he can't have strong dynamics with them as well, its just about finding a reason for why these two specifically might be in a story without the others that doesn't demand putting a definitive ranking on which one Jason considers his FAVE. Just like Damian doesn't have to be Dick's FAVE just for them to have the super close canon relationship they have, even relative to the other siblings, because there's everything needed in canon already to establish that the mere fact of Dick essentially RAISING Damian for a year, and being the first one in the family to really take a chance on Damian, like, this lends itself naturally to them maybe more naturally gravitating towards each other than other siblings due to comfort level and familiarity, etc, but it doesn't have to be like....oh but yeah, I just like Damian more than you, Tim, y'know?

So my answer on this one is a total cop out of both, both is good. Jason totally reintegrated back into the family, but with dynamics that still lend themselves fairly easily towards story lineups where its just him running missions with Dick or Duke or any other one or two specific family members even if for no other reason than they gel together best in the field, y'know?

2) Hmm. I honestly really do love and miss 90s Tim Drake and just....don't see him in a lot of what I read these days. I'm like no, why did he have to go, he was doing so well! BUT I'm also on a big accountability kick, and like, I'm so steeped in fics where Dick GROVELS for forgiveness for every little slight he's ever done real or imagined, with every character but Tim in particular, so its like.....I'm not gonna lie, I really have a preference these days for seeing stuff where its literally anyone actually owning up to shit they've done to Dick and apologizing or groveling or making it to HIM, like, completely unconditionally. In the same manner we usually see Dick apologizing, glossing over any reasons he might have had for doing what he did or feeling the way he did, and saying oh it doesn't matter, putting the entirety of his focus on what HE did and why it was wrong no matter what and he's sorry.....that's what I would kill to see from more fics, just in reverse.

Because so often even in the all too rare fics where we DO see other characters apologizing to Dick for shit, its watered down with Dick volunteering that oh he messed up too, it was a two way street, and its like no! This is Pettiness Hours! I want the unconditional apologies! Give me the groveling! From anyone, I don't care at this point, lol, just show me characters actually PUTTING IN THE WORK to make it up to Dick for harm they've caused him, even if completely unintentionally or via neglecting his feelings or considering the repercussions their actions or words would have on him. Aaaaaaand, frankly, Tim's a good place to start there, because of how one sided all the takes on their conflicts have been for so many years. I mean, if people need a place to start, Batman and Robin Eternal gets enough praise it can't be pretended that people in fandom don't know that story exists, so how about some stories where Tim says he's fucking sorry for punching Dick in issue #4 or #5 of that one, and it was uncalled for and he was clearly just looking for an excuse to unleash some more of his resentment and upset for the Spyral/Forever Evil stuff, and family deciding that its totally okay to punch Dick whenever they're mad at him and need to work off some aggression so they can then finally forgive him (for now) is a trend that needs to die in a fire post-haste? I mean just as an example.

But the thing that kills me about fanfic trends is like....the sameness of so much of it. There's SO much room for variety and diverse takes, and like....I don't actually hate Tim! I'm just cranky because of the imbalanced nature of most content out there for literal years at this point. Push the pendulum BACK in the other direction, create some balance by showing the flip side of things.....and that leaves a lot more room for me and others of like minds to then be more amenable to - and even interested in - other stories that don't scratch this particular itch, but don't need to, because other stories are doing the scratching by then, y'know?

And THEN like, at that point, I would be ALL FOR more stories that are just callbacks to classic 90s Tim who I adore, with his skateboarding and his EARNESTNESS and his go-get-em spirit and also the gumption. All the gumption. I like that Tim. I do miss that Tim. But like, for the moment, like, I want accountable Tim because I am tiiiiiiiired of groveling Dick and tbh at this point its not enough for me to just see people move past putting Dick in that position and just have mutually respective and doting brothers Dick and Tim having adventures together......nah, first I want some reciprocation. Ngl. Gimme the apologies for actual mistakes actually made.

3) DickKyle. Easy question, c'mon, you gotta know that. LOL. ;)

But yeah, I've been shipping these two off their like, two shared pages from way back in the Obsidian Age story years before Jason even returned, let alone was in Countdown together with Kyle, so like, its no contest. I don't mind JayKyle, I certainly prefer it to JayRoy tbh, but there's not a ton of appeal in it for me, particularly in how its usually depicted, because like....the entire basis of JayKyle is that they DO have stories together and spent a whole year worth of weekly issues traveling the multiverse together in Countdown.....but there's like, practically no trace of their actual dynamics from that series or any specifics of literally any issue from that entire comic in most fics I’ve read, so its like.....idk, it tends to come across as more generic, not in the sense that it cant still be interesting, but more in the sense that it feels like just someone paired with Jason just because history between them EXISTS without any interest in exploring what that history actually IS....and at that point, its like, well there's no reason TO prioritize that ship over DickKyle for me personally, when like, I have a shit ton of headcanon reasons for why those two in a pairing specifically. *Shrugs* My logic. Its not for everyone, but it works for me.

4) Jason with a sword or Damian with a sword? I don't understand the question. Both. Both is good. All the characters should have swords. Swords are awesome.

5) Chris Kent vs Jon Kent - oof. I adore Jon, I really do. I love his dynamic with Damian, I love a lot of their specific stories, the parallels between them as friends and Bruce and Clark as friends....its all very bien. But I gotta give this one to Chris, because I'm always gonna have a soft spot for him because I'm a sucker for all abused kid heroes, and I just miss that funky little dude so much. There's so many stories we didn't get with him and were just ripe for the picking, but nooooo, DC's like lol you can't have nice things, here we just rebooted the entire multiverse and now Clark and Lois never adopted the son of Clark's worst Kryptonian rival and raised him with tender love and care awww does that make you sad, were you invested in him, WELL TOO BAD, HE'S GONE NOW AND BASICALLY NEVER EXISTED, NOW GIVE US YOUR MONEY ANYWAY MWAHAHAHAHAH.

Yeah. I'm still not over that. Probably will never be tbh, so I with great grudge-bearing do affirm that I'm gonna go with Chris on this one and like, he is a Priority for me and I'm still very keen on the idea of him and Duke being besties for random reasons that might not make sense to anyone but me, but eh, whatever.

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bestworstcase · 4 years ago

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replies on this post ( @ngocthach4020, numbering mine ):

Counterarguments:

1 - While I do agree that Zhan Tiri does a good job making it seem like she does care about Cassandra, the fact that Cassandra trusted a total stranger for over a year in itself makes her intelligence dubious at best. Not to mention Cassandra never asks the total stranger who mysteriously knows this much about her for her NAME during all that time, nor tries to find out anything else about her.

2 - Rapunzel is the heir to the throne. Of course she’s going to get more recognition than Cassandra. Cassandra herself was given multiple guard assignments throughout Season 1, cheered on by the people of Corona even when she came second place to Rapunzel at the Challenge of the Brave, and trusted with leading the assault against Varian in the season finale. This isn’t even getting into how she has plenty of opportunities at Ingvarr or Vardaros.

3 - The people of Vardaros focused on Rapunzel despite preferring Cassandra over her, yes, but that doesn’t change how they treated Rapunzel like dirt and Cassandra seemed to LIKE that.

4 - In the song I’d Give Anything, Rapunzel does acknowledge she wronged Cassandra.

5 - Just because Cassandra has legitimate grievances, it doesn’t excuse her trying to murder people who never did anything bad to her, which she does several times throughout Season 3.

firstly: i mean this in the kindest way possible but none of these are actually counter-arguments to the point i was making, which is that cassandra has very good reasons for her decision to trust zhan tiri and be emotionally vulnerable with her in the house of yesterday’s tomorrow. #2 is the only one relevant to the subject at hand, #1, #4, and #5 all concern things that happen after the incident being discussed and are thus irrelevant, and for #3 it’s unclear to me what point you think you’re countering and also, i have no idea what you’re talking about.

but as with anything i have plenty of thoughts

#1: i have two thoughts about this one

the first is that this is, first and foremost, a writing issue. for whatever reason, the writing team was not interested in digging into cassandra’s character arc in s3, and they also were not interested in developing zhan tiri as a character, and they really were not interested in elaborating on the cass + zhan tiri friendship whatsoever. the end result of this lack of interest is that all of this character development is gestured at or loosely implied, and the vast majority of their relationship occurs off screen. we are shown their first meeting in relative detail, given a handful of brief glimpses that mostly comprise zhan tiri saying a line or two while cassandra listens and glares, and then given the end result of cass doing whatever zhan tiri tells her to do until a narratively convenient plot device is inserted to make her stop. the character development in this arc is extremely poor. no one is arguing that it isn’t.

however my second thought is that, as a consequence, “cass travels with this person for almost a year without ever asking her name or trying to find out anything about her” is not, in fact, canon. that’s a matter of interpretation. (eg: i spent the entirety of the first half of the season assuming that of course cassandra knew who zhan tiri was, my reaction to CR in this regard boiled down to “well if cass didn’t already know that was zhan tiri she certainly does NOW,” RTTS did nothing to change my mind, and i was legitimately taken aback when OAH confirmed that cass just didn’t know. all of this was a plausible interpretation because so little of the cass + ziti relationship actually develops on screen. there is SO MUCH information missing.)

the point being: the only canonical information we have regarding zhan tiri’s identity and cassandra’s knowledge thereof is that cassandra doesn’t learn zhan tiri’s true identity until OAH. this does not preclude cassandra pressing the issue and zhan tiri lying to her by telling her a fake name, or feigning ignorance (a la “i’ve been trapped in that house for as long as i can remember and i have no idea where i came from or who i was before then,” which is absolutely a plausible cover story given the kind of things tromus pulled off whilst team corona was trapped in the HOYT and that cass herself has very recent experience with magical memory loss), or masquerading as an aspect of the moonstone itself (which is at least plausible enough that a good chunk of the fandom theorized that that’s who she was in the early half of the season).

there is, frankly, no evidence to support interpreting cassandra’s “who are you?” as “i’ve literally never asked this question before” instead of “you told me things about yourself that i believed but it’s not adding up anymore so i’m confronting you on your lies” or vice versa, because... we just don’t know. i personally favor the latter interpretation over the former, because it makes more sense to me, but the text is unclear.

all of which is to say: the post was about why cassandra trusts zhan tiri initially, a questions which - as i said in the original post - is answered very clearly on screen. there is not enough canonical information about the development of their relationship afterwards to do anything more than speculative analysis, ie headcanon, regarding how zhan tiri cultivated that trust. for what it’s worth my personal assumption is that zhan tiri continued to act as she does in RR, fostering the emotional connection between herself and cassandra, and that shortly after the stinger in who’s afraid of the big bad wolf (ie their second proper meeting) she gave cass some explanation of who she was and what she wanted. i also make the general assumption that they shared a lot of conversations during the long walk back to corona because it is ludicrous to imagine otherwise.

#2: cassandra is a commoner who was indoctrinated from birth with the cultural belief that the lives of the royal family are more important and have more inherent worth than her own. this only intensified once rapunzel returned to corona. cassandra exists in a system that chews her up and spits her out without so much as a thank you, and rapunzel is the center around which that system orbits. “rapunzel is the heir to the throne so of course she gets more recognition than cassandra, her servant” isn’t, in fact, a counterargument. that is exactly the problem. the world cass is in is inherently devalues her personhood. even her own father repeatedly prioritizes his duty to the monarchy over the wellbeing of his daughter.

in s1, cass is given guard duties which she is expected to fit around her already extremely busy schedule as a maid and lady-in-waiting to the princess, all without ever being made an actual member of the royal guard. she is given, in other words, all of the work and responsibility without any of the recognition, salary, benefits, or job security afforded to actual guards, and she is expected to do it during her scant time off. and she does it all with the constant unspoken threat of being sent to a convent against her will if she screws up looming over her head. that’s not... privilege or an opportunity, that’s flat out exploitation.

even in SOTS, she is only put in command of the assault on old corona because most of the higher officers of the guard are out of commission, including the captain. and this happens mere hours after her father forcibly sends her to a convent, which really underscores what little autonomy cassandra has in her life and how capricious and arbitrary any “opportunities” that come her way in corona are.

yes, she is better accepted in vardaros and the queen of ingvarr did at one point extend an invitation for her to join the battalion in ingvarr, but—again, that’s not really a counterargument. “cassandra would have to leave her home and move to a foreign kingdom in order to be treated with respect and live as her authentic self” is an enormous indictment of corona itself.

#3: the vardarans are less than receptive to rapunzel attempting to force her sunny demeanor onto them and react with hostile indifference when she persists even after being told—by multiple people including vex, quaid, cassandra, and iirc eugene—that her behavior was not wanted or welcome. they make their opinions known without making any attempt to soften the blow, but—with the one exception of “ya clod” lady—none of them harass or bully her. i’m not sure where you’re getting “they treat her like dirt” from. they treat her like people who are annoyed with having someone else’s culture jammed down their throats by some foreign princess, which,

cass, by the same token, enjoys being surrounded by people she “clicks” with and with whom she can just relax and be herself, and she repeatedly cautions rapunzel against trying to make the vardarans act, think, and feel like coronans... in other words, she advises rapunzel to be culturally sensitive. and she’s right to do so. cass doesn’t start gloating about being better liked until after rapunzel lashes out at her and makes a huge deal out of cass’s events being different / more in tune with vardaran culture than her own.

#4: things rapunzel does a full year after cass meets zhan tiri in the shell house are not relevant to the question of why cass trusts zhan tiri in the shell house and also lol no... she doesn’t? these are the lyrics of i’d give anything:

[RAPUNZEL] I know we've grown apart It breaks my heart in two I miss your company The closeness we once knew

I won't pretend to know Just what you're going through But I'd give anything for you Yes, I'd give anything to relive everything with you So if you find that you're in darkness or despair Though you won't turn to me Please know I'll be right there Name any sacrifice I'll pay the price that's due 'Cause I'd give anything for you Yes, I'd give anything to relive everything we knew Yes, I'd give anything For you

i don’t... know how to read an expression of apology or even just acknowledgement of wrongdoing into this song because it... isn’t there. this is the exact same sentiment rapunzel spends the entirety of s3 expressing, which is that she misses her friendship with cass and would do anything to get it back and she doesn’t understand why cassandra is so upset. and frankly it really. does not reflect well on rapunzel as a character because cassandra explains her grievances very clearly at the beginning of the season: “my whole life, i’ve been cast aside for you. no more,” followed by, you know, the entirety of crossing the line.

like even just... compare rapunzel’s lines at the top of crossing the line:

[RAPUNZEL] This has to stop now Whatever it is that you're going through We'll fix it together, me and you Just like we've always done

to her lines in i’d give anything:

I won't pretend to know Just what you're going through

there has been zero growth. zero recognition of the fact that cassandra has, by the time of i’d give anything, told rapunzel what she’s going through at least three times. (she laid everything out for rapunzel in the dark fortress after taking the moonstone; in gothel’s mirror room in TOTS, cassandra expressed her anguish over gothel’s abandonment and her feelings of inferiority; in OAH, cass used feldspar’s play to fumblingly express her difficulty sharing her feelings with rapunzel; and if you want to count the BVA rock telepathy and cassandra furiously screaming “i don’t follow your orders anymore!” in CR, that brings us to a total of five times that cassandra shares at least part of what she’s “going through” with rapunzel only for it to, apparently, go in one ear and out the other because by plus est raps is still like “what could POSSIBLY be GOING ON with cass.”)

the closest rapunzel ever comes to expressing her own wrongdoing is the mealy-mouthed “we both did things wrong” sentiment in OAH (“maybe you’re right and it is your fault, rapunzel... partially...”), which she then undermines by going essentially “but if you had just told me how you felt then none of this would have happened” (ignoring that cass... did... tell her how she felt... repeatedly... in s2...) and rapunzel acknowledging that it was probably annoying to deal with a sunny “flower child” when she was fresh out of the tower (which is true, but entirely glosses over her treatment of cass in s2). in the former instance it’s unclear what, if anything, rapunzel truly thinks she did wrong (certainly “not listening” isn’t it), and in the latter case she is apologizing for being ~too free-spirited~ in the first couple weeks after the tower which... wasn’t even the problem back then and certainly wasn’t the core problem in s2. and by her own admission in i’d give anything rapunzel still doesn’t even understand why cassandra was upset in the first place, let alone how she may have contributed to it.

like the utter dearth of development between cass and zhan tiri, this is ultimately a writing problem that reflects poorly on the character, rather than a character problem per se. for whatever reason, the writing team didn’t want to examine the legitimacy of cassandra’s actual grievances—which by extension meant that they couldn’t write rapunzel as having any awareness of those grievances, so the end result is cass obsessing over gothel and rapunzel spending the entire season baffled, just baffled, about what cass is so worked up about, all while sadly pining for the friendship they used to have and vocalizing a desire to get it back but simultaneously ignoring everything cass says about why she’s upset, because rapunzel listening to cass would require rapunzel to genuinely wrestle with her own role in what happened, which isn’t possible because that would loop us back around to all those legitimate grievances that the writers just didn’t want to (or couldn’t) deal with.

but tldr no at no point in the narrative of s3 does rapunzel genuinely acknowledge the actual things she did wrong by cass.

#5: i’m genuinely not sure why you think this is even relevant at all, unless you somehow read “cass did nothing wrong” into the argument of “it is both natural and reasonable for cass to trust the one (1) person who appears to give a damn about how she feels,” which i think says more about you than it does about me.

#rta

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