#is that what's in Bernards pocket????

[saturook]

"he always rescues me" so like .... does he know????????

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce trying to shove talk his in law

Bruce: *opens his mouth*

Wally: *zooms away*

———————

Bruce: *long spiel*

Bruce: ...And that's why if either of you hurt him, I'll make sure you stay dead this time.

Roy: *takes out one earbud*

Roy, to Artemis: Did you hear something?

Artemis, watching TV: *shrugs*

———————

Kory: I've come to seek your blessing to ask Barbara out.

Bruce: Sure.

Kory: That's it? Isn't there a ritual bat-talk you undergo with all of your children's lovers?

Bruce: Barbara can handle it herself.

———————

Bruce: If any of you make Tim sad for even a SECOND, I will take everything you have.

Bernard, a college student: *hands him a dollar*

Kon, a farmer: *empties a pocket of dirt*

Bart, a Bart: *spits out a pizza crust*

———————

Steph and Cass: *enter holding hands*

Bruce: It's too early for this.

Steph: It's three PM.

———————

Bruce: Thank you for the intel, Detective Montoya. Now about you and my cousin—

Renee: Hold on, I'm getting a call.

Renee: *answers the phone and walks away*

———————

Bruce: You must be Duke's girlfriend.

Izzy: Yeah, I am. Got a problem with that, nepo baby?

Bruce: ...You may proceed.

———————

Jon: Hiya, Mr. Wayne! I'm here for me and Dami's playdate.

Bruce: Did you say playDATE?

———————

Bruce: He may seem tough, but on the inside he's a little boy who's been hurt too many times.

Selina: Is this really necessary?

Bruce: Promise me you'll take care of that little boy!

Selina: Okay, okay, yeesh.

———————

Bruce: YOU BREAK HIS HEART AND YOU'LL REGRET IT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

Alfred: Master Bruce, I think you misinterpreted what I meant by I love scones.

[blackbird-brewster]

Highlights from Catherine Tate's Q&A Panel at Armageddon Expo 2024 (NZ) :

[I took notes best I could during the panel but some may be paraphrased]

Q: What's your favourite Doctor Who alien?

CT: The wonderful Ood!

Q: Who's your favourite Doctor? (Crowd gasps in anticipation)

CT: Well, I get asked this a lot, and obviously it's David (Tennant). I don't know what number he is, he keeps coming back. But definitely, David. Although, someone recently pointed out that I was technically the first ever female Doctor. So you know what? Me, I'm my favourite Doctor.

Q: What's your favourite episode you were in of Doctor Who?

CT:The Runaway Bride, because that's where it all began.

Q: What's a favourite memory of working with David Tennant on Doctor Who?

CT: The scene in 'Partners in Crime', the one with the Adipose, there's the scene where Donna and the Doctor see each other from across a room. But they're both behind glass and they have the whole mime scene with the windows. Well, I remember it was about 3am when we were filming that - - Russel really likes to film at night if the story is taking place at night - so it was 3am, and I said to the director 'Uh, right here it just says Donna Mimes' and he said 'Yeah do whatever'.

So that whole scene was ad-lib during shooting and David and I were so in sync with it, we did that first take and the director said cut and print!

Q: How emotional were you filming your final scene in Journey's End?

CT: So, we didn't always film in order. And I'm not really a sentimental person, but I will say I thought Donna's ending was absolutely perfect. When she meets the Doctor she was always yelling at the world, and she was so different than what she was by the end, she had so much growth with the Doctor and she changed so much in her time with him, but then, she forgets the him and all those memories. And that final scene, what really got me was how he says 'Donna, I'm off' and she's just, I think she's on the phone, and she just waves dismissively. She doesn't know him anymore. Russell, the way he ties things together, he's brilliant, that man.

Q: What was it like working with Bernard (Cribbins)?

CT: Oh, Bernard. God, I love him. He was so funny and talented. He always had stories and voices and sound effects. He loved making people laugh. But we had a gag where every single time I called him I'd say (Donna Voice) 'GRANDAD!'

He'd say, "Who is this?"

"It's Catherine."

"Catherine who?"

"Catherine Tate"

"Never heard of her."

We did this every time I called him and I loved it.

Q: Is there anything annoying about working with David Tennant?

CT: No, absolutely not. He's perfect. He's the best person to work with. I will say though, I was annoying him a lot. When we did the 60th Anniversary specials, our trailers looked exactly the same and I never knew where my trailer was. I'd walk into his all the time!

Sometimes I'd walk in and see his shoes in the trailer and instead of thinking 'Oops, wrong trailer', my brain went 'What's he gone and left his shoes in my trailer for?'

It got so bad, sometimes I'd walk up the stairs and from inside I'd hear 'NO.'

Q: Was it weird coming back to play Donna after all these years? Especially when it was along side David Tennant?

CT: It was a bit weird, more in the 'Oh I hope i still know how to do this' way than anything. But I did think it would be hilarious if David and I arrived on set and every take we just did completely wrong voices. Just thought it'd be hilarious for him to go (in an airy upper-crust British accent) 'Ohhhh, hellloooo. I'm the Doctor'

Q: If you could take any prop from set, what would you take?

CT: Ohhhh, I'd have very large pockets and see what I could fit. But mostly I think it'd be a sonic screwdriver. It's gotta be a sonic screwdriver, doesn't it? It's small and mobile... Easy to steal. Plus, it'd fetch a great price on Ebay!

Q: Best show you've ever worked on?

CT: The Office, they paid me tons of money.

Q: My mum loves David Tennant, is there something you can say to dissuade her?

CT: Hm, something to convince her he's not.... Oh, he doesn't believe in astrology! I'll say 'It's Mercury Retrograde' and he'll say 'NO, NO, NO I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT'.

Other Highlights:

As soon as she came out, she saw the stage had no steps to the audience, so she stayed on mic and went the long way round to go into the audience and interview people, trying to find who had traveled the furthest to be here. She was sorely disappointed everyone was just from Aotearoa 🤣

Donna Lines She Performed:

"Oi Spaceman! You're not mating with me sunshine!" (Crowd went wild for that)

"Binary. Binary. Binary." (🥺)

She did some of her characters: Lauren Cooper mostly, but also wished someone Happy birthday as Nan

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Slutmas Day 4

Teach me (Chris)

Request: y'all are play never have I ever and madi asks "never have I ever given a blow job" and y/n like I have never and Chris is like "I mean you can practice on me" half jokingly but then y/n later confronts him about it @ermdontmindthisaccount

Warnings: reciprocated oral, learning how to give a bj, spitting, use of ma/mama, praise and degradation, slight angst, no actual sex, (mentions of Nick getting fucked as they play Never Have I Ever)

“I mean, you can always practice your blowjob skills on me”

Y/n’s pov

I was over at the triplet’s house with Madi for our Saturday night sleepover when Nick decided we should play ‘Dirty Never Have I Ever’ for fun. We obviously all agreed, deciding to sit at the kitchen table, Chris decided to be a smart ass by starting off with a question he knew would have Nick put his finger down. “Never have I ever been fucked in the ass” he loudly laughed, earning a punch from Nick, both him and Madi putting a finger down. “Never have I ever had a wet dream about someone in this room” Matt giggled, putting his finger down along with Chris and I.

“CONCERNING BEHAVIOR!” Nick yelled in disgust, it was now Madi’s turn “Never have I ever given a blowjob” she giggled as her and Nick put their fingers down. “Bitch you’ve never sucked dick before!?” Nick asked in disbelief but before I could answer, Matt added another question. “Are you a virgin? No offense if you are, just asking” he put his hands up in defense, causing me to laugh. “I’m most definitely not a virgin, I’ve just never liked a guy enough to give him a blowjob” I laughed.

Again, Chris being Chris, decided to make an outta pocket joke, “I mean you can always practice your blowjob skills on me” he said before obnoxiously laughing at everyone’s faces. This caused my face to heat up and made my mind go crazy. “Don’t say shit like that you perv” Madi told him in a serious tone. We continued playing until Nick had to put all 10 of his fingers down, that kid is a fucking freaky freak. Once we finished with the game we decided to watch a few movies until everyone started going their separate ways to bed.

Madi and Nick had gone off to his room, leaving me to decide between Matt and Chris for whose room I wanted to sleep in. “Who are you gonna snuggle with tonight Y/n/n” Chris joked, wiggling his eyebrows, “I’m not in the mood to cuddle tonight and I want to go straight to bed. So if you wanna sleep in my room you can but it’s gonna be boring” Matt said tiredly rubbing his eyes. “Chris’ room it is then” I said before giving Matt a hug and a kiss on the cheek “Goodnight Bernard” I sang as Matt gave me an unamused look before heading into his room.

Me and Chris headed down to his room to get changed and brush our teeth, I still couldn’t get what he said earlier out of my head. “I mean you can always practice your blowjob skills on me” not only did that sentence oddly turn me on, it also made me question whether he was actually joking or not. As I was combing my hair, I stood in front of Chris who was sitting on the edge of his bed on his phone. “Can I help you ma’am?” he grinned, quirking his eyebrow at me with a little giggle.

“Actually, yes, I have a question only you can answer. Why’d you say that when we were playing Never Have I Ever?” I questioned, setting my brush down on his desk. Chris looked a little confused, “Say what?” “Uh y-you know, when you said i could practice my blowjob skills on you” I said with a deep blush across my face. He too had a lighter shade of pink paint his cheeks, “I don’t know… I thought it was funny” he tried to shrug it off like nothing. I gave him a disappointed look before sitting next to him on the bed, “Oh… okay then” I replied, causing his eyebrows to furrow together.

“Nevermind” I added on, looking down at my fingers, picking at the skin around my nails. “Huh? Come on, you know I hate when you shutdown like this” Chris said slightly annoyed, “Sorry, I was just gonna asks if you were being serious and could, I don’t know, maybe teach me how to give head?” I blushed heavily, looking back down after seeing his wide eyed expression. “What!? You want me to teach you how to suck someone off!? That’s more of a Nick question than a me question” Chris asked confused and slightly offended.

I quietly said “That’s not what I meant, but- nevermind. It was a stupid idea anyway, I-I’ll just go sleep in Matt’s room. I’m sorry” I told him, upset with myself. I let out a deep sigh, pushing my hair out of my face so I could leave his room before the tears welled up in my eyes could start falling. Chris grabbed my wrist to keep me from walking to the door “Did I do something wrong? Woah, woah, woah, wait! Are you about to cry?” he asked, now extreme concerned with my behavior.

“It’s nothing, just let me go dude” I struggled to get out of his grip, “Y/n, just fucking tell me what you meant!” he angrily stated, gripping onto both of my wrists now. “I was asking if you could teach me by letting me suck your dick! Is that better asshole!?” I raised my voice at him, my anxiety getting the better of me. I felt like a complete idiot, I should’ve just kept my damn mouth shut and I should’ve known he was just joking. Chris started blushing, moving his hands from around my wrists so he could properly hold my hands.

“Oh well… uh- I um was being serious when I said you could practice on me, I just didn’t think you’d actually want to. You know because you said you’ve never liked a guy enough to give him head so, I don’t know. I just assumed you were trying to be annoying like I was, I’m really sorry Y/n/n.” Chris said sincerely. “It’s okay” I sighed back as he let my hands go so I could sit on the bed next to him. “If you really want me to teach you, I will but I can’t just get hard like that” he said with reddened cheeks.

“Plus I’d like feel bad if I cum and you don’t, you know what I mean? Females should always cum first, in my opinion. At least that’s what I do, not that I’ve had sex with a lot of women or anything, my body count is literally three. I always have done a lot of foreplay too though so I could teach you, you’d just have to get me hard first and let me make you cum. Unless you don-“ Chris nervously rambles. “Chris, you’re rambling” I giggled, “Just shut the hell up and kiss me already!” I playfully shoved him.

“Oh trust me, I’m gonna do way more than just kiss you” Chris smirked, moving to sit up against his headboard, “Take your shorts off and come ‘ere. Want you on my lap, mama” he said lowly. I did as he said be slowly got onto his lap, “Hi” I giggled nervously causing Chris to chuckle. “Hi pretty girl” he replied back, pushing some hair behind my ear before resting his hand on my cheek, “If you wanna stop at any point, just let me know and I’ll stop. No questions asked, okay?” he said sincerely.

I nodded before l grabbed his jaw and smashed our lips together, catching him by surprise. Chris’ tongue immediately swiped across my bottom lip and I quickly gave him access, both our tongues fighting for dominance. His hands went from gripping my waist, down to my ass to help me start grinding on him. I started to move a little bit faster which caused Chris to slap my ass, resulting in me pulling away from the kiss to let out a whimpery moan.

“Fuck, I’m sorry” Chris said as his cheeks flushed, “It’s okay, I like it rough” I teased. This made Chris’ eyes go dark as he got fully hard beneath me, “What a freak” he mumbled as his hand came up to choke me and bring me down for another kiss. During this kiss, Chris flipped us over so he was on top, quickly pulling off his pajamas pants and my shirt, stopping to admire my body for a minute.

“Goddamn, you’re sexy baby” Chris groaned and he started kissing up and down my neck before making his way to my breasts. He took my right nipple into his mouth while toying with the left before switching and leaving a few hickies on them. Continuing his kisses downwards, he finally reached my panties, placing a soft kiss against my covered clit. “Mhm Chris… no teasing” I whined, “Sorry, sorry. Can I take these off?” he chuckled while toying with my panties.

“Please, I just need your mouth and fingers already!” I whined again, causing a shiver to go down Chris’ spine as he removed my panties. Chris was almost drooling at the sight, vulgarly spitting onto my pussy before slapping it, resulting in a loud moan for me. “Knew you’d like that you little slut” he growled before diving straight in to eating me out, immediately fucking his tongue into me while his fingers toyed with my clit.

I looked down to find Chris already staring back up at me, his icy blue eyes now clouded with lust. When he switched his fingers and mouth, my hands flew to his hair and gave it a hard tug, causing Chris to groan against me. “Chris please more…” I whined, resulting in him adding another finger, stretching me out some more. He looked up at me completely pussy drunk, I never knew he liked giving head so much but I’m not complaining.

“Fuck baby, s-so good!” I whimpered causing Chris to pull his face away for a second. He once again, vulgarly spit onto my pussy, “Can’t get enough of the way you taste ma! Need you to cum in my fucking mouth” he grunted before getting back to work. Chris added a fourth finger, stretching me out so nicely as he sucked on my clit while flicking it with his tongue.

“Oh shit baby fuck I’m gonna cum!” I cried out as I pulled his hair harder and started grinding on his face. Chris let out a few groans which sent vibrations through my core, causing me to cum all over his face and fingers. He pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them into his mouth to suck off my juices before catching his breath. “You look so hot right now Chris, can’t wait to learn how to suck you off” I innocently smiled.

“Yeah, you excited? I’m gonna be nice and I won’t make you get on your knees, we can do while laying down, I think that’ll be easier for you” Chris smiled back at me. “What do I do? How do I start?” I questioned while taking his boxers off, gasping at his size. “Here give me your hand…” he wrapped my hand around the base of his cock “…there you go. Now I need you to spit on the tip for me, yeah just like that” he instructed me once again.

“Now you’re going to spread it down my cock, the you’re gonna want to start by teasing the tip with your m-mouth” I kind of knew what to do because of porn so I just went straight into it, hoping I was doing it right. I wrapped my lips around the tip, lightly sucking and flicking my tongue across his slit before slowly inching more of his length into my mouth. “Holy- goddamn you’re good at this already!” Chris groaned out, already feeling the pleasure and loving the sight on me.

I pulled away for just a second to ask a question but continued pumping my hand, “Do I um start to deepthroat you now?” I asked. He let out a whiny broken moan, “If you want to y-you can, I just don’t wa-want you to fo-force yourself to do it” he said it so sincerely too. I decided to try anyways and surprisingly I was able to take all of it at once without gagging. “Good girl, just like that, oh fuck mamas” he moaned while guiding my head up and down on his cock.

“Can I- shit! Can I cum in your mouth? I’m so close please ma” he asked, I replied with a moan while looking into his eyes. I full deepthroated him as he came down my throat casing me to moan again. I sucked out every last drop until you pulled me off of him with a pop. “Mhm, you taste so good. Did I do it right?” I smirked already knowing the answer. “Jesus fuck ma, you did so good, I can’t believe that was your first time giving head. C’mer I’m fucking spent and wanna cuddle now” he panted out.

“Who knew you were such a big simp after cumming” I teased. “Shut up and give me your attention!” Chris whined, making me laugh before crawling next to him to cuddle as we both were extremely tired. “Goodnight loser, I’m going to sleep now” I giggled as I kissed his cheek, “Goodnight kid” he smiled back as he held me closed and placed a kiss on my forehead before we drifted off to sleep.

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[fryingpan1234567]

superheroes and social media

do you KNOW how often I see a cute trend on ig or tiktok or anything and I’m just like “man that would be cute for (insert hero ship)”

but that’s an issue because like… putting your face on the internet is DANGEROUS🙅‍♂️

I had. an idea. to solve all the issues!

as fun as it is to imagine the RobinOfficial account having 4 million followers, I think it’s more fun for everyone to have accounts that only follow and allow following in the caped community

so basically Instagram for just superheroes

the ones whose identities are known can post their faces, and the ones who are still under the radar have a close friends list that consists of the people who do know them

a very few amount of people who aren’t heroes are allowed on this Super IG

including Lois Lane, whose entire presence is standard mom posts but with like. Superkids and other Kryptonians. you get it

uhh Bernard Dowd too but he only follows Tim and Steph

Alfred, who only posts the Manor and London with captions like poetry

Selina Kyle because she already had a regular account but B was like “oh that’s dangerous now that we’re affiliated”

she was like “well how am I supposed to fuel my ego with no instagram for people to thirst after me”

B sighed and was like “well,,,,,”

Harley Quinn fluctuates between being banned and interacting with EVERYONE’S content with offensive amounts of emojis

anyways tell me WHY Conner Kent has the most iconic page on the internet

it’s full of these aesthetic photo dumps and crackhead videos of YJ doing dumb shit

also Tim. he’s got chaotic gen z billionaire vibes and most of his stuff is on his close friends list because B doesn’t need to see the REALLY dumb shit he gets up to

yeah they’re both hot and yeah they’re both elite pages. but Kon’s is Sabrina Carpenter energy and Tim’s is P!ATD energy so they’re different flavors of slay

on the opposite end of the spectrum we’ve got B, who has four posts, all exactly 365 days apart

it’s the yearly Father’s Day family portrait

Dick Grayson does that millennial vlog thing but Not

“a day in the life of a 24 year old cop (who also happens to be a vigilante)”

also a compilation of clips of him jumping off buildings, some taken by him and some by other people

can you IMAGINE this dumbass with a gopro

Red Bull wants to sponsor him what can I say

he lets his favorite villains follow him

WHEN I TELL YOU BILLY BATSON HAS THE MOST FAMOUS PAGE OF ANYONE IN THE COMMUNITY

because he was a public figure ANYWAYS. this is the idiot who used to walk around charging people’s phones with his powers and taking selfies for cash. people know him

so Captain Marvel has this crazy account with him doing memes and slo mo compilations of him punching guys from his body cam

his most hit post is a video where he found a cop harassing a bunch of kids on the street (who he happened to KNOW) and without saying anything at first just kindaaaaa walked over and fried the cruiser’s entire inner workings

“yo, copper! I think somethin’s up with your system, man!”

while the cop was trying to figure out how to start his fucking car again, Billy herded the kids down the sidewalk and they all took off running, giggling like maniacs

Damian Wayne doesn’t post a lot, but when he does, it’s to match with Jon

I mean like taking pictures of each other from across the same table and the captions are each half of a whole song lyric, stuff like that

his personal favorite is actually their softlaunch— they found an entire wall of mirrors at the planetarium on a date, Jon had his right hand on Dami’s waist and the other in his pocket, and Dami was standing in front of him, holding the phone with his right and tilting Jon’s face down with his left to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. neither of their faces are in it and it was Damian’s wallpaper for a WHILE

my babies ANYWAYS

Diana Prince posts exclusively about her favorite ice cream shops

Bart is the kid whose note is always like “in the hospital👍” / “sick again” / “hate broken ribs I can’t eat seven burgers in this condition” / “got possessed by a death god again :/ third time this week” and it’s like jesus man can you catch a break

can you imagine finding fucking Superman has a verified instagram account but it’s private so you can’t even follow freaking SUPERMAN

Duke Thomas is thoroughly over his siblings’ shit and there’s a ton of videos of them being dumbasses with captions like “someone save me it’s two in the morning”

anyways A COMPILATION OF TRENDS

“nobody move, there’s blood on the floor” for LITERALLY any ship it’s so funny

“what? you’re not coming to my tea party? Bethany, I made BISCUITS” with increasingly low res crack pics of Red Hood falling off of things, generously edited and posted by Tim Drake

dance trends with Steph and Cass

“guess which outfit is whose” with Tim and Steph but they’re both in their Robin uniforms

Tim making a cringey thirst trap edit of Jason who in response posted a clip of Tim tripping his own gear and setting off an alarm

“wearing the same outfit so no one can tell us apart” and it’s all the Batkids in their Robin uniforms (most of which barely fit) ((Bruce and Alfred cried))

the Superkids did the same thing a few days later and dragged Clark into it

not-quite-thirst-traps where they just kinda stand there over music but everyone in normal comments would’ve gone crazy

calisthenics trends. Thanks

it’s like a THING between all the Titans where they’ll sneak up behind each other, yell “THIS IS SPARTA,” and kick each other off roofs

someone sneaking up behind Jason while he’s belting Seasons of Love

MOTORCYCLE CONTENT

somewhere out in the world there’s a shaky, blurry video of Robin, Superboy, Spoiler, Blue Beetle, and Beast Boy dancing to and half-singing-half-yelling Tell Your Girlfriend

if you think of any more social media trends or videos or pics you see that remind you of a hero tag me because I’m obsessed with the idea of these idiots on socials

[somefanficrecomendations]

Tim Drake-Centric Fic Recs

Your Honor, he’s just a little guy. My client can’t be charged with murder! He was just being silly!

16 november 1581 by DairyFarmer (gen), 8k, Protective!Bruce, Angst Bruce blacked out. He wasn’t sure what happened after those words left Jack’s mouth. All he knew was that the next thing he remembered was being pulled off of Jack Drake by several police officers. ---- Tim goes missing and there were times that Bruce wished he wasn’t such a good detective.

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne by theskeptileptic (gen), 25k, Tim Joins the Batfamily Early Tim is an independent, clever, and super mature eleven-year-old. Unfortunately, his dopey neighbor, Bruce, can’t seem to understand that. When he decides to disappear on a “solo camping trip” and run away to Canada, he figures it’s the perfect plan that will make everybody happy. He didn’t expect the Waynes would tag along with him and ruin everything.

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans by Lilac_hyacinth (Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd), 6k, Hurt/Comfort That was a blatant lie. Dana had seen a handful of Tim’s landscape shots a few weeks ago. Jack might’ve spotted the ones she’d pinned to the fridge. Bruce saw plenty, if crime scene photos counted. But Tim’s favorites? His civilian-friendly favorites, the ones behind him? This was the first time anyone beside himself had seen them. And Jack wasn’t there. Or Tim's alone at another school event, Bernard helps.

Cryp-Tim by PrinceJakeFireCake (Tim Drake/Kon-El), 6k, Fluffy, Cryptid Tim The cons of dating Tim Drake were innumerous. For one, he was almost impossible to photograph, and so none of Kon’s friends at school actually believed he existed. His family was scary, horrifying really, and all of them seemed to find joy in making Tim regret ever being born. And Tim had charmed Ma and Pa Kent so thoroughly, they had ditched their shovel talk to instead coo at him and offer him pie and compliment him for fixing their tractor, so Kon was at a disadvantage when it came to intimidating someone with his family. Kon and Tim date. It goes pretty well, all things considered.

A Worthy Father by Crowlows19 (gen), 3k, Fluff and Angst Jack Drake forces his son to give up being Robin. He could never have predicted the consequences of parenting a Robin-less Tim Drake. He may never sleep again and Bruce Wayne certainly has no sympathy for him.

all you wanna do by jcp_sob_rjl_lmep (gen), 1k, Fluff, Video Game Sexualization Tim. Timothy. You are a superhero, sweetheart.” “And now I can be one in a video game.” When the character screen loaded, the room was silent for several seconds as both found themselves disgusted with the options. “Do they not realize that women have organs.” Bruce frowned. “And while I personally don’t have breasts, I’m aware enough to know that they don’t look like that all of the time.”

it's a beautiful day by MashpotatoeQueen (Tim Drake/Kon-El), 2k, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Tim and Kon are getting married, Bruce is an utter sap, and there is a father-son dance.

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Fall In Love With A Girl

❝she'll make you feel like the world is on your shoulder.❞

Summary: What can go wrong, will go wrong. That is until you meet the most beautiful woman you've ever seen and her brother's puppy.

Pairing: Modern Helaena Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: ~3.3k

Author’s Note: This is a re-write of an old fic of mine. I'm in my re-writing era and this is Megan's Version. I felt like this would be the perfect time to remind everyone that I love women.

Warnings: language, fluff, women loving women (if you are against this unfollow me?)

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always; you’ll never get used to those abuse cases or having to hold someone’s hand as they say goodbye to their beloved pet. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because both dogs and cats shed a lot! Especially Bella the Saint Bernard who was due for her yearly check up today. Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because it’s more likely than not that you’ll end up getting peed on by someone’s over-excited pup.

Even though you knew these rules by heart and you followed them every single day of your work life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell, Hankie, peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara. So, when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing hoping to find some cat food.

Today just wasn’t your day.

It was fifteen minutes until closing time, and you could feel the excitement and exhaustion in your bones. You were desperate for rest, to go home and take a shower, crawl in bed and watch terribly written romantic comedies on Netflix until you passed out. If only you could snap your fingers and make those last few minutes fly by, but that was impossible and unfortunately manipulating time wasn’t a superpower you had acquired yet, so instead you swept and mopped the floors for the sixth time that day.

And that was when you heard it. 

The tiny bell over the door chimed, signaling that a customer had just walked in and you could hear the pitter-patter of doggie feet on the linoleum floors. As far as you knew, there weren’t any more customers scheduled for the day; the last appointment was over thirty minutes ago and they were a no-show. From your spot in the back hallway, you could hear your coworker, talking to the patient and before you knew it, she was charging through the back door. You took one look at her, knowing what her question would be before she even opened her mouth. That shit-eating-grin was always plastered on her face when she wanted something. 

“No,” you said as you swept the dirt into the dustpan.

“Come on, bestie,” she whined. “I really need to get out of here on time tonight! It’s just a simple check-up and she seems really nice! Please will you take them?” 

Not wanting to argue or cause an issue, you sighed, exhaling every ounce of oxygen in your lungs before finally giving in. She was practically beaming with excitement as your shoulders slumped, eyes rolling back as you sat the broom down. 

“Oh, my God! Thank you so much! I owe you, big time,” she went to hug you but you stepped to the side, avoiding her embrace at all costs. 

You simply nod at your coworker as you try to dust some of the cat hairs from your scrubs. It was no use, and you knew that, but still, you at least tried to look more professional. After the day you’ve had, you should have known that clocking out on time was just too good to be true, but you still put a smile on your face as you walked up to the front desk. One day you’d cash in on all of the times she owed you for, but today wasn’t that day. Everything that could have gone wrong today had already gone wrong, and at this point you were only giving in to her for the plot. What else could possibly happen? 

When you got to the front desk, you looked over the counter to see the customer on one knee as she played with the tiny puppy; rubbing its belly and tickling its sides. 

“How can I help you?” You asked with that fake customer service voice.

The young woman turned around and looked up at you, flashing one of the most brilliant smiles you had ever seen, and you could have sworn that a chorus of angels were singing in the background– or maybe it was just the classical music on the radio that your boss liked to play, who knows? She was absolutely stunning though, with her pale blonde hair and striking lavender eyes. 

“Hey, uh- I had an appointment for this little guy,” she replied with a soft smile as she moved to stand.

“Okay,” you nodded, trying to remember to breathe. You could smell her perfume as she took a step up to the counter. “What’s this little guy’s name?” 

“His name is Sunfyre.”

“Oh,” you realized that this was that no-show appointment that should have been here thirty minutes ago. It was then that you looked right past her good looks and lilac scented perfume and let the irritation settle back in. “You’re Mr. Targaryen? You had an appointment with us at 5:00.”

The woman rubbed a hand on the back of her neck and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Not Mr. Targaryen, that’s my brother. I’m Helaena,” then she lets out a sigh. “He’s out of town and forgot to mention that I needed to be here until ten minutes before I was supposed to be here and then there was traffic, and I’m really sorry that I’m late. I hope I can still get him in, I mean, if that’s okay. If it’s too late then I’ll just make another appointment, I guess”

Your eyes widened as she rambled on and then you smiled at her. If it were anyone else, you probably would have told them to make another appointment and kick rocks. But this girl was just so gorgeous and her smile was just so beautiful, and your hopes of getting home on time were already sacked, so you led her back to the exam room and told her that it was no problem.

“Hopefully this doesn’t take too long,” she mentioned as she picked Sunfyre up and sat him on the table. 

Wait, was she actually rushing you?

“I’ve got this stupid thing I’m supposed to go to tonight,” she continued as you checked the puppy’s weight.

She really was rushing you.

“It’s a blind date that Aegon, uh-”

Before she could say ‘Mr. Targaryen’, you nodded your head to let her know that you understood who she was talking about. 

“Yeah,” Helaena kept on, not really caring that you weren’t really listening. “He set it up and I’m just nervous. I’ve never really been on a date- well, I’ve been on dates, but never a blind one. With the way this day has been going, he’ll probably end up being an alien with six eyes.”

“I know how you feel,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Oh, I just agreed with you,” you replied, not really wanting to go into details about your day with a girl who was about to go on a blind date and probably fall in love with someone that wasn’t the vet tech with a piss stain on her leg. Besides, her blind date was with a man which meant your chances were pretty much shot. “About the way this day has been going.”

“You’ve had a bad day, too?”

“I’m going to let Dr. Strong know you’re ready and we’ll try to get you out of here as soon as possible,” you say, ignoring her question. 

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” she replied as you shuffled out of the exam room.

Your boss looked up at you from his desk and raised his eyebrows underneath his glasses. You said nothing and only dropped the puppy’s chart on his desk with a thud, before turning back around and heading into the back hallway. You could hear that Helaena girl sweet talking the pup from behind the door and your expression softened for a moment. But that was only until you glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past closing time, and you should’ve been walking through your front door right now; maneuvering out of your bra and kicking off your non-slip, worn out tennis shoes. Your frown came right back as you looked over the front desk, making sure everything was in order before your boss eventually called you in for an extra hand. 

You sighed as you saw that your coworker had bailed on stamping the outgoing bill statements, a job which was tedious and tiring, and usually ended in cramped hands and sticky fingertips. With a soft groan, you sat down, flexing your toes in your shoes and tried to quickly stamp as many envelopes as you could.

“Hey, kiddo,” Dr. Strong called from somewhere within the office. “Can you lend me a hand for a moment?”

You stood up and tossed the envelopes in the mailing bin before heading towards the back hallway. 

“What’s up, doc?” You asked with a forced grin as you tried to lighten the mood. Your boss, Harwin, had been under constant stress ever since his partner veterinarian, Dr. Tully, quit the practice to focus on his family. 

“Can you draw me up 1cc of Nobivac?” He asked as he scribbled something down in the chart in front of him. “And I’m going to need you in the room when I administer it, there’s a note in the little guy’s chart that says he’s not very good with shots.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied as you pulled the keys to the medical cabinet out of the front pocket of your scrubs.

Helaena smiled at you when you entered the exam room once again. The puppy in her hands jumped in your direction, tail wagging from side to side as he whined for attention. “I think he likes you,” the girl commented as she tried to hold the puppy back. 

“That’s nice,” you replied with a soft smile, not really wanting to make small talk with Ms. I-Have-A-Blind-Date-Can-You-Hurry-Up. “But he’s probably not going to like me very much after getting poked.”

“Probably not,” Helaena laughed. You couldn’t help but feel a little light-headed at the sight of her smile, despite your tough facade. The sound of her laugh was just as attractive, if not more so. “But who knows, maybe he’ll forgive you.”

Dr. Strong stepped into the room, cutting your conversation short to begin his own spiel; informing Sunfyre’s short term owner of the possible side effects of the rabies vaccine, and also why it is important to have one. Information that, hopefully, Helaena would pass on to the absent Mr. Targaryen.

While your boss prepped the puppy for his first rabies shot, your job was to try and distract the little guy as much as possible and to keep him comfortable, of course. Helaena stood off to the side, letting the two of you work your magic, and within seconds- without even so much as a yelp- the procedure was finished and Sunfyre’s tail was still wagging. 

“All done,” you cooed, placing a kiss on the puppy’s wet nose. 

“Looks like he still likes you,” Helaena said as she hooked Sunfyre’s leash back to his collar. “I had a feeling he would.”

You went to say something, but Dr. Strong got there first, sticking his hand out to Helaena for a handshake and saying, “It was nice to meet you. Please tell Mr. Targaryan that we look forward to seeing him at the next visit, which you can coordinate at the front desk.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”

“You can follow me, this way,” you told her, ushering her and Sunfyre out of the exam room and into the lobby. “That’ll be $115,” you told her after tallying up the total sum of the visit. 

She let out a low whistle and pulled her wallet from her back pocket, “is there any way to leave a tip for your excellent customer service?”

You let out a dry laugh, and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something that would get you in trouble. “While I appreciate the offer, you should probably save it for your date tonight.” 

“Date?” She asked as she signed the credit card receipt. “Shit, right, my date!” She exclaimed, thrusting the tiny piece of paper your way. “I gotta go!”

You made a face and hurriedly handed her a copy of the bill and a rabies tag for Sunfyre. 

“Good luck,” you told her as she rushed out the front door. “And you're welcome,” you said with a frown after she didn’t even say ‘thank you’. 

Happy that your day was finally over, you couldn’t help but feel like you had just been kicked in the gut. As you finished stamping the monthly statements, your mind was stuck on what Helaena and her blind date– who may or may not be an alien with six eyes– were doing right now. Was he smart? Was he making her laugh? Did he appreciate how absolutely breathtaking her smile was? Did she see him and immediately know that he was the one she had been searching for? Did time stop?

“Hey,” you heard Dr. Strong’s voice from behind you and realized that you had been standing in the same spot for minutes now, holding a stack of envelopes that you had meant to drop into the bin. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied as you came back to reality.

“Don’t forget you’re fostering Nugget tonight to make sure that he doesn’t pull out his stitches,” he told you before disappearing back into the hallway. 

“Ah, yes, Nugget,” you replied, mostly to yourself, as you were sure your boss was out of earshot. “The overweight Chihuahua who looks like he ate one, too many nuggets. I couldn’t be more excited.”

After you locked up and had Nugget on a leash, you said your goodbyes to your boss; happy as ever that- even though it was well after dark- you were finally going home. You picked the chunky Chihuahua up, making sure not to touch his freshly removed manhood and placed him in the backseat, where he quickly made a home. Before you even pulled your seatbelt on, you pulled your hair out of its ponytail and ran your fingers over your tender scalp. It was the first step to comfort after what you were sure was the worst days you might have ever had. You’d take your shoes off if you could,, but you were sure there was some crazy law about driving barefoot, so you left them on.

Nugget stayed quiet for most of the way, until he unexpectedly started to whine. Thinking that he might need to go potty, you pulled over into the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. He hopped out of your backseat gingerly, and led you over to the grassy area where he proceeded to squat and relieve himself. 

“Fancy meeting you here,” you heard from across the parking lot and turned to see none other than Mrs. Blind Date herself, Helaena. Just when you thought this day was starting to get better, she began walking toward you with Sunfyre in tow.

“Oh, hi,” you replied, cautiously looking around for the hot shot that would inevitably be introduced as her date. You didn’t want to ask, but curiosity got the best of you and, “how was your date?”

“Well, I was supposed to meet him here and he never showed,” she replied, looking a bit dejected. “I’m honestly not surprised at all. I mean, if you knew my brother, you probably wouldn’t be surprised either. Besides, what else should one expect from a man?” You laughed at that. “I was just about to leave, but then I saw you, and figured I’d say hello.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling again at her rambling, unable to help yourself when you heard that there was no date, and that this extremely attractive stranger was somehow still single. “Well, hello.”

Helaena smiled brightly before taking notice of Nugget, who was shaking at the thought of being petted by someone new, and dropped down to a knee so that she could reach him. “Who’s this little chunker?”

“This is Nugget,” you replied. “I’m fostering him for the night.”

“Fitting name,” she laughed, standing back to her regular height. “So, can I buy you an ice cream? I don’t think I said thanks before I ran out of your office earlier and I’d like to make it up to you.”

“Sure,” you replied quickly before you gave yourself a chance to say no. “I mean, yeah, that would be nice.”

Helaena smiled as you fell in step with each other, making your way to the front of the booth. Sunfyre and Nugget were playing with each other; romping around and playing together; putting you and Helaena into a few awkward positions as you had to unwrap their leashes from around each other’s legs. You learned that she was an artist, mostly oil paintings and photography, who lived on the quiet side of the city with Aegon, her brother. And you told her all about your bad day, and what it was like working in a veterinary office, and some of your funny stories from college. 

Before you could even eat three bites of your ice cream, Nugget had coerced you into giving him most of it; which probably wasn’t what his actual owners intended for him to eat after his surgery. Helaena didn’t mind that the ice cream she had bought for you went to satisfying a fat Chihuahua’s sweet tooth, especially not when most of her own ice cream was being lapped up by little Sunfyre.

“Well, I should get home,” you told her after seeing the neon ‘open’ sign of the parlor shut off. “It’s getting late.” 

She nodded, standing up from the bench that you had been sitting on, “It was really nice running into you.”

“I agree,” you replied with a smile. 

“If you’d like to, maybe I can take you to dinner next?” She asked as she nervously ran a hand through her hair. You blinked a few times, wondering if you had heard her correctly or if it was your mind playing tricks on you. “You don’t have to.”

“I’d like to go to dinner with you,” you told her quickly and honestly. 

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I mean, that’s cool.”

“Should we?” You asked, taking out your phone to swap numbers and she laughed.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

You repeated the numbers twice to make sure she typed in the right ones, and after an awkward hug that seemed like it was almost a kiss on the cheek, you and Nugget happily walked back to your car. As soon as the driver’s side door was shut, you let out a joyous squeal and did a small dance in your seat. Your phone vibrated from the cup holder as you shifted into gear. You picked it up quickly and swiped at the screen until an unsaved number popped up on your screen. Your heart soared at the message that could only have been from one person.

212-555-6789

That was the best blind date ever! ;)

[gothamite-rambler]

He knows and it's about time he tells Tim

Bernard (on the phone): Tim, sorry to bother you-

Tim, as red Robin: It's fine, but I am busy, make it quick.

Bernard: Sure, my laptop is being fixed, but I had to use one and the library is closed. I opened yours and-

Tim: CLOSE IT!

Bernard nodded, pretending to close it.

Bernard: Closed. What's with the reaction though? I was simply going to compliment these mock blue prints you made.

Tim: Mock blue prints, yep, yep, yep, yep, that's what those were. Not real. Thanks for the compliment.

Bernard: No problem. When will you be home from the circus?

Tim: The circus? Oh, right, another hour-

A crashing sound is heard and evil laughing from Killer Moth.

Tim: Maybe longer. Um, when you head out you can lock the door I have my keys.

Bernard pulled Tim's house key out of his pocket and chuckled.

Bernard: All right. Bye.

Tim: Bye!

The call ended abruptly, pulling Tim back into the fray against Killer Moth. Meanwhile, Bernard shifted his focus back to the blueprints for the Batmobile. One tab caught his eye, labeled 'Alterations for Robin Suit,' alongside a photo of Tim in his Robin costume.

Bernard (sighing with a smile): I wanted to wait for him to tell me, but...

Bernard closed the laptop, reminiscing about the moment he had gifted Tim the necklace a year ago. He remembered how deeply he loved him and how, regardless of Tim's reaction, he would always protect his boyfriend's hero identity. This realization solidified Bernard's decision—it was finally time to tell Tim that he knew he was Robin.

Bernard (resolute): It's time. This is gonna be a fun night. I swear though, he's freaking cute thinking he could hide it from me.

The night in question

The next morning

[boringsickness]

Tim is on his way to home when he get sent a few articles about his brother, Jason, and...his boyfriend? he squints, stopping and looking better. They're having lunch or something, they seem to be a lil too much into the conversation and Tim feels something ugly twisting in his stomach.

He ignores it, pocket the phone and go straight to the house to talk with his boyfriend. That's it, if only his boyfriend wasn't actively fighting Jason. When his older brother goes for the hit, Tim sprints and grabs his arm.

"what the fuck are you doing."

They stare at each other, Bernard blinks between the two before actually taking in the situation and grinning. Taking off Tim's hand from Jason's arm and going for a hug.

Tim is stiff, but reciprocate. The same ugly feeling more intese.

"explain?", Tim tries to soften his tone but he doesn't seem to be doing a good job. He can easily tell by Jason's raised eyebrows, almost grinning, and Bernard furrowed ones.

"Oh! yes. sure." Bernard clears his throat, stepping back and going into the story.

SO, apparently, Jason as RedHood stumbled a bit too much into their house for help after some nasty injuries but Tim was on patrol. Bernard, used to patch up his boyfriend, started to help Jason, too. Not before going for a hit, the first time, because he thought the nightmares were becoming real.

"ah." Tim simply says.

"Blondie can't fight—yeah, ik the story, but you can't /actually/ fight one of us. So, i get patched up and he gets training."

Bernard smiles at his boyfriend awkwardly, hand on the back of his neck.

Tim looks between him, feeling better but not by much, and his brother. Jason rolls his eyes, gets his stuff and gets out, understanding.

"Are you mad? i wanted to surprise you, so you could stop worrying about me too, on patrols."

Tim shakes his head, still stunned. He's not mad, maybe a bit sad that he didn't know and disappointed that he didn't catch up on it before— he doesn't exactly know how he feels.

then, he remembers the articles and takes his phone, to look at it. Bernard looks at it too, before realising.

"Tim, baby...are you jealous?"

"No!"

The reply is too quick, too defensive and Bernard now is openly grinning...fuck.

"Oh, my precious baby" Bernard starts, but Tim interrupt him with a "stop." and a very visible pout.

Bernard laughs, cupping his face and leaving a kiss on his pouty lips.

"He just met me there by chance and decided that it was the perfect place to arrange a schedule for trainings."

Tim avoids his eyes, embarrassed. "Yeah, i got that...After, but i did."

Bernard gently hums, moving his head to meet his eyes.

"I love you. You, Tim Drake— do i have to add 'wayne'? nevermind." He shakes his head, as if going back on track. "I love only you. You're my boyfriend, my little deranged and hot vigilante /and/ love of my life."

Tim melts, leaning to kiss Bernard and circle his waist with his arms.

"I love you too, Bear. So fucking much."

Bernard smiles in the kiss, forehead resting on Tim's. "I know"

"wait– /I'm/ the deranged one???"

"well, I'm the weirdo. you gotta be the deranged."

"...shut up, weirdo"

Bernard's laughs is cut of by a pair of soft lips.

[brokenpieces-72]

Graves Circumstance

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“Okay, awkward question, do you need any products I shouldn’t or you don’t want me looking at?” He asks in the truck.

You shook your head and Graves nodded in understanding. It was quiet, with only the engine filling the space.

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this.” You said with a small voice.

“Dragged myself into this, hell didn’t even drag nothing, I went up to it and took it by the hand.” He told you. Graves looked at you when he heard you sniffling.

“Hey there, you’re not doing anythin wrong. If you need a minute I can pull over, doubt anyone’ll worry about a ticket.” He said.

“Just… what if it wasn’t real?” You asked, staring at the dash board. “What if it was all in my head or… or I can’t remember it because it was some fucked up dream?”

“It was real. They ran tests, and yeah you had some stuff in your system, but nothing that would cause those kinds of scars.” Grave stated, a firm tone. The last thing he wanted was there to be doubts.

You looked at him, knees to your chest, the boots you were given on the floor in front of you. Your stringy hair draped over your face as you stared at Graves. There were going to be doubts but he believed you, and he seemed satisfied with what you’d told him.

“Let’s get you a proper jacket. Don’t want you to freeze out here.”

“You said you were military? Right?” You asked walking around town. Any provisions were in the truck and you’d gotten some shirts, pants and hoodies. You were wearing one you’d found with the name of the town on it. Graves got you a beanie as well, and yes this was coming out of his pocket. You had no money to speak of. Now you were just looking around, seeing if maybe someone had seen you in town. Unfortunately you couldn’t recognize anyone.

“Yes and no.” Graves answered. “I left the military and started my own. I have a private army.”

“Is that legal?” You asked. Graves was willing to be an open book for you. Right now you needed open books, if only so you could open your own pages.

“It takes some time, but yes what I do is legal.” Graves explained. You didn’t say anything else so Graves decided to initiate conversation.

“You do anything for fun before…this?” He asked. You honestly don’t recall much. Your memories are a little foggy.

“Uh… I think I enjoyed the snow…” You said, slowing your pace as you tried to think of who you are. Graves slows his pace for you. Snow was a good start. Eliminated some of the places you could be from. Your name hadn’t pulled up any criminal records, only a death certificate. Tracking next of kin was harder.

“You like dogs?” He asked. There’s a hint of a smile, and he’ll take it.

“Yeah.” You replied. Graves looked around the street seeing if there might be something of a pet store. He knew animals were often used to assist with these sorts of things. Maybe it could help. Graves continued walking, keeping an eye out.

“What kind of dogs do you like? Small ones big ones?” He asked. Graves is focusing on your trust and he isn’t about to force it. Conversations like this will get you talking, and it won’t be much but it will be enough.

“Huskies… Newfie dogs…” you listed.

“Newfie?”

“Yeah they’re like… st Bernard’s but fluffier I think… or like great pryness.” You exclaimed.

“You ever have a dog?” He asked. You shook your head. You continued walking chatting about funny dog stories, and he gets you to smile a little. Not too long later, there’s a call and they have a room ready at the motel. Graves took you there in the truck and you passed out in the backseat.

Yeah Phil definitely couldn’t blame you for being tired. He did nudge you awake so you can at least get inside, and help him with some of the stuff. As soon as you got inside, and you winter gear off, you’re on the bed asleep. You don’t even have a blanket on, so Graves retrieves the blanket you’d had with you from the vehicle and lays it over you.

Graves couldn’t sleep, and stepped outside to take a breather. This was almost too much. He was sickened by what had happened to you and those straight scars weren’t your only wounds. You had cuts and bruises in a few places, some of which disgusted him, not with you but whoever had done this. Now you were going to go back to that place or at least try to find it. As he leaned against the door, a cop pulled up, tipping his brim in greeting.

Graves was lighting a cigarette, offering one to the cop.

“How are they?” He asked. Graves shrugged.

“They could’ve been killed by a human or nature and chose neither. Honestly amazed they can sleep.”

“I understand that.” The officer said. He looked at Graves almost expectantly. He already turned down the nicotine stick.

“You don’t need sleep yourself?” The officer inquired. Graves tensed a little.

“‘Scuse me?” He asked.

“Just You’re out here, would’ve thought you’d be in there keeping closer watch.” The officer exclaimed.

“Giving them some privacy.” Graves said firmly. His hand drifted to his gun, letting it rest casually on it.

“Are they up for tomorrow?” The officer asked. Graves relaxed a little.

“You’d have to ask them yourself. Right now I don’t know.”

“You’re sticking around?” The cop asked. Graves gave a small nod, looking around the place. “You’re sure?”

Graves didn’t like the second question, but he isn’t about to show it. “Yep, yep.”

“If you want I can take watch tonight. Let you rest.”

“No thanks.” Graves said shutting down the cop’s offer.

“Still keep an eye out from the car.” The cop said, and strolled back to his vehicle. Graves shuffled back inside, and shut the door, locking it tight. He drew the cheap curtains sending the room into darkness. He considered putting you on the bed furthest away from the door, hell, he considers lying behind you if only to keep you covered. Graves just laid down on the other bed, putting the gun under his pillow.

The next morning you woke up to Graves dropping something in the little kitchen area. You slowly opened your eyes, turning over in your blanket. Phil looked over to see if he had woken you and yep. You were still lying down but you’d turned over to look at him.

“Morning. Sounds like you slept okay.” He said. You nodded.

“Is that breakfast?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

“Hopefully. That or I’ll set the smoke detector off.” He said, smirking. You tried to hold back your laughter and he turned to see you giggling. “Y’know. One of the two. Turn on the tv if you want.”

You looked around a found the remote. Like many tv sets you turn it on, and the news is playing. “Is that you?”

Graves looks up and sees the most recent trial he had gone too. You listened to him and General Shepard being questioned about an attack on the 141 from a couple years ago.

“Change the channel.” Graves said, before going up to the old tv and changing it manually. You watched him as he quickly covered up his past from you. He went back to making some eggs in the small kitchen.

You remember him saying he wasn’t exactly military. Ex-military then. Graves doesn’t make any eye contact with you, so you return your focus to the tv screen. Flicking through channels you eventually find MASH.

You take some clothes into the bathroom to shower and change. You get a proper look at yourself in the mirror, seeing how pale and underfed you’d been. You try combing out your hair, wincing as it yanks. It takes maybe thirty minutes and you get a knock on the bathroom door from Graves telling you breakfast was ready. You come out in warm socks, a soft hoodie, clean t-shirt and dark jeans. You pat your hair dry as much as you can, running the brush through once more to make sure all the knots are out. Once you step out you can smell a hint of smoke from the sausages.

Graves sits on his bed and you sit on yours, while there are MASH episodes continuing to marathon.

“You actually like this show?” Phil asked you.

“I can change it if you don’t like it.” You said.

“No it’s a pretty good show. Thought you’d be too young for it.” He commented. You shrugged.

“This is really good.” You commented, stuffing your face. Graves stared out the window as you kept eating for a moment. He set his plate aside and opened the door. You watched him go, shivering at the morning cold flooding in. He shuts the door and scans the area, the cop car wasn’t in the parking lot and he wasn’t expecting it to be but it’s what he was dreading. The morning was calm, people walking and going about their day.

Graves looked back at the door and trekked along the sidewalk, overhearing a couple of intimate noises coming from one or two the other rooms. No cop cars in sight. The cop last night asked some questions that made him uneasy, made him think something was going on.

You set your plate down and went to the bathroom, your heart racing. You heard someone come inside the room, and your blood froze. Their steps practically echoed to you. When they got closer, you squeezed the weapon you had in your hands. You struck once in view and then recoiled.

You’d stabbed Graves with a fork.

“I’m really sorry.” You said, for about the tenth time while Graves was cleaning the wound. He was frustrated, but he was trying not to laugh as well. Of all the things he’d been hit with, a fork is what gets him?

Phil reassures you once again that you were doing what you were supposed to. What he wanted you to do if something like that happened.

Graves puts a bandage on and comes out seeing you curled up like you were in the truck. You were wringing your hands and had some tears.

“If I was that sumbitch that hurt you, I would have deserved it.” He reminded you.

“But you weren’t.” You said in a small voice.

“Don’t matter. Ya did what ya had to kid.” Phil said looking at you. You looked up at him. You wiped your tears.

“No call from the station yet. You wanna walk around?” He offered. Before you answer he gets his coat, and you’re looking for your own. “Fresh air will do us some good.”

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[incorrectbatfam]

I don't know if you've done this already, but headcanons about the Batfamilly doing their holiday shopping?

Bruce: The mall closes in fifteen minutes. Alfred's warming up the car and Kate already started loading the trunk. Did everyone get what they need?

Bette: I got matching gifts for you and Kate. Obviously I don't want you to know what it is, so the store's gonna ship it.

Jason: Psh, you couldn't pay me to get Bruce anything after he let me DIE.

Bette: What's in the bag then?

Jason: No peekies!

Steph: Cass and I got matching earrings. Of course, we had to get her ears pierced first.

Cass: I am filled with sharp things.

Barbara: Well, I got lucky and snagged the last ergonomic keyboard.

Duke: I returned that defective lava lamp from Black Friday and they gave me an even better one for free.

Tim: I found a bracelet for Bernard to match the necklace he gave me. It'd woven with imported conspiracy board string. By the way, Helena, Selina, and Carrie are still talking to Santa.

[Santa's workshop]

Carrie: —and I want a pony and a unicorn and a rocket ship and a kitten and a trip to Disneyland and a tropical vacation and another pony and—

Luke, who is the mall Santa: I can't feel my legs.

Selina: Say cheese!

Helena, groaning: When will this end?

[back to the rest]

Bruce: What about Harper and Cullen?

Dick: Hot Topic checkout line. They took up both registers.

Bruce: And Damian?

Dick: Isn't he here?

Bruce: I don't see him here.

Dick: I thought he went with Jason.

Jason: Since when was I in charge of the gremlin?

Dick: He's your brother too.

Jason: It's an unspoken rule that you're his handler.

Bette: Relax, let's just call him.

Bette: *calls Damian*

*phone buzzes in Steph's purse*

Steph: Shoot, I forgot. He didn't have pockets so he gave me his phone when he went to the bathroom back at the food court.

Bruce: Did any of you see him after that?

Everyone: *shakes their heads*

Bruce: I'll alert security. The rest of you, fan out.

Damian, standing behind them the whole time: ...

[bisexual-thoughtss]

I have a Bernard request 👉👈 maybe Bernard, right before the holiday season, works himself so much into a stress-induced anxious lather in front of you that he literally has a small panic attack and struggles to breathe, and you have to de-escalate him w/ kindness (and possibly cuddles)???

I combined this one with 🍀 anon’s ask, I hope you like it!

Bernard x Reader

You stick your head into the stuffing room, excited greetings ringing out when you’re spotted. You look around, spying piles of fluff, half stuffed animals, and hardworking elves.

“Hello, hi. Hey, you!” you greet a few of the elves, “Has anyone seen Bernard?”

“Last I saw he was headed toward the kitchen,” one elf pipes up.

“On a war path, I heard,” another mentions with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh oh,” you wince, “I better go talk him down.”

As you make your way through the hall, you don’t spot Bernard anywhere so you continue your hike toward the kitchens. Finally approaching the candy themed doors, you pull them open and head inside.

“How’s it going, everyone?” You ask cheerily as you pop in. Your smile falters a bit as you see the baking elves and their drained faces as they mumble replies to your question.

“Why the long faces?” You frown, looking around at them for answers. They avoid your gaze, halfheartedly rolling out cookie dough.

“Bernard yelled at us,” one of the elves finally admits and you grimace.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. You all know how he gets this close to Christmas,” you apologize.

“Do you know where he went?” You ask the elf nearest you.

“The toy floor,” she murmurs and your heart breaks at how downtrodden she seems.

“I’m gonna go find him, why don’t you guys take a break, huh? Have some cocoa,” you tell them and their faces light up. You grab a bagged cookie, tucking it in your pocket to use to talk Bernard down when you find him, and laughing as a chorus of ‘thank you!’ follows you out the door as you leave.

When you round the corner to the toy floor you spot Bernard right away. He’s gesturing and pointing while he talks to the painters, and you can see how tense his shoulders are from across the room.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” You hear someone behind you exclaim. You sidle up to Bernard just before it seems like he’s really going to snap.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you all over,” you smile, rubbing the velvet of his shirt over his bicep. He softens as soon as he hears your voice.

“Hi, sugar,” he smiles dopily for a second before his eyebrows furrow again. He looks like he’s about to turn and start again but you cut in as he opens his mouth.

“I’ve got something for you, c’mon,” you tell him, tugging lightly on his sleeve so he’ll follow you. He frowns, clearly wanting to stay and finish whatever lecture he’d started but he trails after you. When you finally make it off the toy floor he can’t stand it anymore.

“What do you have for me?” He finally asks.

“A break and a cookie,” you tell him as you reach the door to his office.

“I don’t have time for a break!” he insists.

“Yes, you do. You need one, you’re starting to take out your frustrations on the elves,” you argue.

“I can’t take a break, it’s almost Christmas!” His voice cracks.

“Santa has only checked his list once! The painters painted all the dump trucks green, the bakers aren’t meeting their cookie quota! The- the-“ he rants until his breath is coming out in short quick puffs and his hands are shaking.

“Whoa, hey, hey,” you reach out to hold onto his shirt as he sways slightly on his feet. You pull him into his office, and towards the plush couch against the wall. You sit the both of you down, scooting back to give him some space.

“Can you breathe with me?” You ask and he nods with wide eyes, breath rabbit quick.

“In, two, three…” you count a couple of breaths for him to follow, but it doesn’t seem to help calm him as much as you’d like.

“Can I touch you?” You ask and he croaks out a yes. You bring his hand up to press flat against your sternum, breathing deeply and encourage him to match your pace. The steady thudding of your heartbeat helps calm him down as he matches your breaths.

“Feel a little better?” You ask once you feel like his breathing is normal again and his hands have stopped shaking. You get a tiny ‘yeah’ and you can’t help but coo at how pitiful he sounds.

“Oh, honey,” you pull him to you, rubbing his back soothingly.

“C’mon, take some of this stuff off,” you murmur, taking his hat and necklace off, gently dropping them to the floor. He takes his bag off and deposits it in the pile as well.

“Lay down with me,” you suggest and he gives in easily. His head rests on your chest once you get settled, your fingers scratching against the nape of his neck. You hum an apology when he shivers at the touch, moving to pop open the button on the back of his collar to give him more room to breathe. By now you know better than to run your fingers through his hair and risk messing up his curls, so you move down to scratch his back lightly.

“Santa always gets the list done, he knows what he’s doing. The kitchen elves are doing their best. They seem to be on track to make enough, but you can always delegate a few more elves to help in the kitchen if you feel like they need it. And there’s nothing wrong with green dump trucks,” you talk him through his worries.

“I know it’s your job to take care of everything, but you have to take care of yourself too,” you remind him.

“What did I do to deserve you, sugarplum?” he wonders, voice muffled into your sweater.

“You must’ve been on the nice list,” you joke, poking him softly in the side to watch him squirm. You’re sure this must’ve taken a lot out of him, he seems ready to fall asleep any second and you’re more than willing to lay here as long as it takes for him to get a little rest.

“I love you, sugarplum,” he mumbles sleepily, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Love you too,” you press a kiss to his unruly curls as his breathing starts to even out.

“Did you say something about a cookie?” He looks up suddenly and asks, and you can’t help but let out a startled laugh.

[iserveeveryday]

Call Your Mom

long distance!matt x suicidal!reader

hi guys!! this is my first ever time writing any story sooo sorry if it's shit. also English is not my first language so sorry if my grammer sucks.

summary: you text matt a suicide text, leading him to drive to your house and call your mom.

warnings:suicide attempt, depression, very anxious matt (and mom), suicide text, fluff at the end, matty b Bernard boy comforts you! (ur mom does too but wtv), if there are more lmk!!

*not proofread*

Sunday Oct. 13, 1:28AM

You sat in your room, on your phone crying while texting matt. Matt had known you were struggling but he didn't know how bad it had gotten. You read over your text before hitting the send button.

Meanwhile, Matt was talking to Nick and Chris about his dream the other night, but he pulled out his phone when he felt it buzz in his pocket. He quickly read over the text, tears welling in his eyes as he told Nick and Chris that he had to go.

Nick and Chris were obviously curious about why he had to leave so suddenly at 1 in the morning. Matt told him that he forwarded the message you sent to him to them.

Matt got in the car, dialing your Mom's number, panicking. She had previously been sleeping so she took a few rings to answer.

"Matt? Is everything okay? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" She asked.

Matt began to cry louder as he continued to drive.

"Y/N sent me a message saying that she's going to commit suicide, p-please do anything to stop her. I'm on my way there right now just please!" Matt cried.

"What!?" Your Mom yelled, so confused because of what she just heard. She got up and ran to your room, only to see that you were gone and there was a letter on your bed.

*pov switcharoo- now it's your pov, woah magic! (wait kinda idek)*

You ran down the street, ignoring the fact that Matt, Nick, Chris, and your Mom were all spamming you. You ran to the bridge, standing at the end of it, feeling at peace and calm, even though cars were honking at you.

Just as you were about to fall off, you are pulled back forcefully by your Mom, along with a small group of people who had pulled over.

You fell onto the sidewalk as your Mom pulled you in for an aggressive hug, as she sobs, you were also crying.

You looked up at her, "Sorry you have to see me like this," you cried.

Your Mom shushed you as she held you. she rocked you slowly back and forth, not caring about the people around you and the people driving by on the road.

Eventually, all of the people around you guys left, deciding to leave you guys alone.

Matt sped down the road to where your location was. when he got there, he saw your mom hugging you. He immediately got out of the car and rushed to them, sobbing.

When you saw him, you burst out crying. "M-matt, I'm so fucking sorry-"

Matt cut you off by pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead as you both cried.

After about 5 minutes of that, you and Matt got into his car because your Mom had already walked back to your house.

Matt held your hand all the way to your house, wanting only your touch to remind him that you are safe and right next to him. You and Matt were still both sobbing but not as hard.

"Please don't ever fucking do any dumb shit like that to me ever again." Matt said.

"I don't know why I didn't tell you about how bad it got, I'm so sorry matt." You sob.

After a few minutes matt spoke again, "Promise me you will always call me if you are wanting to attempt. I'll drive all night to you. Please just don't do that to me ever again.

"Matt, I promise you that whenever I'm getting even a little bad, I will call you immediately." You said.

After about 2 more minutes, you pull up to your house and go inside. When you get inside, he runs you a warm bath. While you are in the bath, he texts his brothers, telling them that you are safe.

He grabs you one of the shirts you stole from him and some pj shorts for you to wear when you get out and set them on your bed. When he set them down, he saw the letter you left your mom and immediately ripped it up and threw it away.

When you got out of the bath, you changed your clothes and got in bed. You cuddled up into Matt.

"I'm sorry," you sigh.

"I know, but you shouldn't be." Matt responds. ..................................................................................

authors note:

I actually hate this shit wtf there was too much mom in it. anyway I'm gonna go hug my mom. + I'm probably gonna delete this later

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Internet Is Forever: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Summary: A man is going around killing women in their homes and filming it for all to see. It's heartbreaking to watch but you're determined to catch him before he can hurt anyone else.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

x

"The single biggest problem with communication is the illusion that it has taken place." - George Bernard Shaw

You're not required by your work to attend any more therapy sessions. Melissa signed off on your progress even though you were a bit sad to leave. She had created such a safe space for you to vent about your life and feelings. She gave you the option of attending sessions either through insurance or out of pocket which you might do. You don't need to be going multiple times a week or even once a week. Maybe you might do a bi-monthly thing.

You and Spencer are getting ready to go to work when you notice him staring at himself in the mirror by the front door. He got a haircut since his hair was getting too long but you think he looks sexy. You cap the thermos full of coffee and slide it into your bag before walking over to Spencer. He runs his fingers through his hair and tries to style it in a way that makes it look normal.

"Spencer, would you stop? You look handsome."

"What if they don't like it?"

You turn him to face you and reach up to touch it. He closes his eyes when he feels your fingers glide through his hair. You scrape your nails against his scalp lightly, and you grin when you see goosebumps on his arms.

"It doesn't matter if they do or not. I think you look sexy."

"My hair was getting too long."

"I know. I don't mind this at all. As long as your hair isn't longer than mine."

'It wasn't that long," he chuckles.

"Again, you look very handsome." You tighten your grip on his hair and lightly tug it. "Plus, it's still pullable."

"Don't start something you can't finish," he growls.

"Come on, we're going to be late," you laugh.

Everyone is already in the briefing room when you get to work. He nervously plays with his fingers so you take his wrist and run your hand over his pulse point. He slides his hand into yours and squeezes it tenderly. You let go of his hand when you walk into the briefing room.

"Well, hello," JJ says.

Everyone looks at Spencer in confusion.

"What, did you join a boy band?" Hotch asks.

"No?"

"Isn't he handsome?" you grin and kiss his head.

"Alright, this is Dorris Archer who is the third woman to go missing in Boise, Idaho this year. With her are Paula Renmar and Samantha Rush. They went missing roughly two months apart," JJ says.

"Okay, so what are we looking at here? Late twenties to early thirties and all living on their own, but two of them were in committed relationships. It looks like they lived in normal suburban houses that can give the unsub privacy."

"The differences are more striking than the similarities," Spencer says about the looks of each woman. "There are different hair colors and different body shapes."

"What do you know about his MO?" Hotch asks JJ.

"That's why we were invited in. The abduction sites are pristine. There is no DNA besides the victims, and there are no signs of forced entry or a struggle. The victims aren't reported missing until two or three days after they're abducted."

"Two or three days? Women like this don't just vanish without someone noticing."

"Yes, which is why I asked Garcia to dig into their lives."

Speaking of, Penelope walks into the briefing room at the right time. She gives Spencer a confused look but doesn't comment on his hair.

"When I took a look at their online activity, I could easily see how the unsub is doing it. It's through their social networking sites. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and just about everything else. If it's a social media network, they were on it. If you look at each of their last posts, they all say the same thing. They were all going out of town, on a business trip, or on a vacation. However, when you look at the time and date stamp on each of the photos, they were posted the morning after they went missing."

"The unsub posted them," Hotch says.

"Social network apps are an easy way for an unsub to target his victims. These women were especially open. They posted everything from what they were having for dinner to where they were going on dates."

"So, this unsub friends his victims and then uses that as a cover once he takes them? That means he can hack into their accounts. He's excellent with computers, then."

"That definitely profiles as patient and organized," Spencer says. "He's obsessive enough to remove all forensic details but also patient enough to wait two months before abductions."

"He can afford to be. He gets three days to do whatever he wants to these women. That means we need to assume these women are already dead. The question is what he does do while he has them?"

You continue the conversation on the plane.

"So, if this unsub is using social networking apps to find his victims, can't we use that to find him? If these women each had a hundred friends following them, then the unsub would pop up on each of their lists, right?"

"The detective in charge, John Fordham, looked into their groups. Everyone checked out."

"Social networking sites are surprisingly insecure. Facebook recently tried to update all their privacy settings, and in doing so, they made everybody's profiles viewable."

"Can somebody explain to me the appeal of these sites? 'Eating sushi tonight. Yum.' 'Boss is keeping me late at work. Grr.' Whose life is so important that we'd be interested in this kind of detail?" Rossi asks.

What a boomer. You have to hold your laugh in but you lock eyes with JJ who only smiles.

"I don't know. I guess that's the running joke, right? Nobody is, but we'd all like to believe there's actually an audience out there that wants to follow our every move. some sites even have a GPS feature built in. You can tell exactly where someone is every time they post a new comment."

"This is telling us how he's finding them, but it's not telling us how he's getting into their houses," Hotch says.

"At the very least, I believe that he has copies of their keys. Dorris had a home security system installed, but the disable code was entered at 1:56 AM. He knew that, too. He also found a way to deal with her dog. A German Shepherd she adopted from the pound last year went missing the night that she did," JJ explains.

"So, this guy's gotta be in and out of the house well before the night of the disappearance. He comes up with some ruse and talks his way inside. Once he's familiar enough with the house, he knows he can come back and kidnap them without disturbing anything."

"What about the people who come into your house that you don't consider a threat? Home repair guys? Dog walkers?"

"Detective Fordham looked into that, too," JJ says. "No one even came close to being a killer."

"Okay, Morgan and Prentiss, start with the last abduction sites and see if anything points to his MO. Dave, you, Reid, and Y/N go back over the women's lives. Start with their friends on the social networking sites. If this is how the unsub is finding them, maybe they're connected to him without even realizing it."

Once you land in Boise, you meet with Detective Fordham at the police station.

"Thank you for coming," he says after the introductions. "We can really use your help."

"Did you find anyone willing to talk to us about the victims?"

"The problem wasn't who to bring in. It was who not to."

Looks like you're doing interviews. The man you're with is Dorris' boyfriend who is eager to give any information that might be important.

"Thank you for coming in, Nate. We just have a few more questions about your girlfriend's disappearance. Did Dorris ever mention letting someone in her home?"

"Like who?"

"We're just trying to figure out who would know the code to her home security. It must have been someone she trusted with the combination."

"No," he shakes his head. "She was smart. She took precautions. That's the whole reason she got Bruno, her dog. She trained him for like six weeks."

You sigh and take out her crime scene photos.

"I know these are going to be hard to look at, but do you see anything different?" You lay out the photos for him. "Maybe something he might have done to get himself inside?"

Nate has a hard time looking at the photos but he is confused rather than sad. He comes across a picture of a bookshelf that's only filled with photographs of her and Nate. There are three shelves with two pictures on each shelf.

"No, this isn't right." He points to a picture of them that's on the top shelf on the right. "This is when we first started dating. It should be on the left, not the right."

"She wouldn't have rearranged them?"

"No. She arranged them in a certain way to tell a story. It was how we fell in love."

You step off to the side and call Derek who is at her house with Emily. You explain to him about the misplacement of the photographs. If he rearranged them, he must have put something behind them.

"Do you see it?" you ask.

"Yeah. It looks like he tried hanging something on the wall behind it. There's even a little bit of residue left over."

"Morgan," Emily calls out.

"Let me call you back." Derek hangs up the phone and walks over to Emily who is on the small landing on the stairs. "What is it?"

"I found something on here, too."

"What would he try to hang on this part of the wall?" he asks.

"Well, from here, I have an unobstructed view of the second floor and down the stairs."

"It's the same thing down here. You can see the entire entrance." A light bulb went off in his head. "Cameras. He put up cameras."

You, Spencer, and Hotch head over to her house once Derek and Emily request your presence. He quickly explains the discovery of the holes and the theory of the cameras.

"We think this is what he's using to spy on his victims. They're small, they're cheap, and they're easily hidden behind photos, books, and plants. The footage they record can then be transmitted anywhere to a website of your choice and even your cell phone. He can toggle between cameras to see everything that's happening in the house."

"How many did you find here?"

"Five. Upstairs, downstairs, bedroom, and even the bath."

"A ruse might get him in the door but it doesn't buy him enough time to put five of these up."

"Right. That's why we think he starts with one camera facing the front door. That tells him when it's safe to enter the house, when she comes and goes, when the dog-walker comes, and what the combination to the house is."

"It fits his MO. If he learned their every detail on social networks, he would be just as obsessive in his surveillance," Emily explains. "Once he learns their routine, all he has to do is pick the lock, put up the rest of the cameras, and he got their whole life at his fingertips."

You stand on the landing and look at the front door. The unsub's energy is all over the place. He's been here more than once like Emily theorizes.

"What does he do with the video? Does he keep them?" Spencer asks.

"If he's a voyeur, yes."

"Voyeurs are rarely violent, though. Their excitement comes from spying without the object knowing they're being watched. By abducting his victims, he's removing the outlet of his sexual release. He must have some other agenda with these cameras."

"He might be sharing the footage with other people. We need to have Garcia dig into surveillance and illegal video websites," Hotch says.

Spencer sees a picture on the fridge of Dorris and Nate which he takes down.

"I'm going to take this with us."

"Why?"

"We originally profiled that there wasn't any facial similarity between the victims, but I'm not so sure that's true. I want to compare Dorris' picture with the other victims."

You four head back to the police station where Rossi is talking to Penelope over video chat.

"With the videos the unsub took, it looks like he posted one of them online which I can use to nab him."

"If he puts it on the web, can't you track that back directly to his computer?"

"Normally, yes. Normally, I can get you the network he's using in seconds and get the physical address of his modem. This guy is different. "Do you guys know what a proxy server is?

"It's an internet relay," you say from behind Rossi who jumps slightly at your presence.

"Precisely. Kids use them to get around blocked sites. Now, usually, one proxy is plenty but this piece of work is using dozens of proxy servers. He's bounced his signal off of China, North Korea, Russia, and South Africa."

"Garcia, can you trace him back to Boise?" Hotch asks.

"Of course, I can. That's exactly what I'm doing but time is the unfortunate ingredient I need." Something comes across her computer that you can't see. "It looks like one of the proxy servers archived what he was streaming on the night of Dorris' disappearance."

"Can we see it?"

"Pulling it up now." Penelope's video chat moves to the left of the screen and another screen pops up on the right so you can still see her and watch the video at the same time. The unsub is wearing a ski mask to hide his identity as he enters her house. He immediately types the code into the alarm panel to disable the alarm before it goes off. He takes something out of his pocket just as Bruno walks up to him. "Oh, please don't hurt the doggie."

He doesn't. He feeds it a treat and lets it out of the house. Now that he's alone, he slowly treks up the stairs as if he is making a show for himself.

"Well, Prentiss and Morgan were right. He knows the house, and the dog knows him. How many trips inside the house would that take? A dozen?"

The camera changes the angle to show the entire upstairs floor and the stairs. He reaches the top of the stairs and heads to Dorris' bedroom. The camera switches the angle so that it looks like it's a POV camera.

"See that? The camera's attached to him. It's his point of view so he can relive it over and over again," you say.

The unsub grabs Dorris' throat and starts strangling her. She immediately wakes up and starts struggling but the unsub has a deathly grip on her. Penelope immediately looks away from the screen, not wanting to see that.

"Can someone tell me when it's over?"

"Not yet." When Dorris takes her last breath, the camera changes to one he stashed in her bedroom. "Okay, he's done." Penelope turns back around to watch the unsub fix her hair like he's caring for her. He wipes a stray tear from her cheek. "He's tender to her. She means more to him as a corpse than as a living person."

"Garcia, we need to find the unsub's network. Even if it's a rough area, it'll help narrow the geographic profile."

"Sir, that's what I'm trying to figure out. There is something else kind of huge you need to know about." She goes into the code of the video and shows a piece of the code outlined in red. "Do you see this line of code there?"

"Yeah."

"It allows the user admin, and in this case, the unsub, to set up a chat room. People were watching this on the night of the murder."

"We thought he was posting these after the fact. He's not. He wants people to experience it with him. He wants an audience. He has fans."

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[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Fifteen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, suggestive? word count: 2.1k a/n: ik this one is short but a plot twist is loading...

pov: matt

"You did what?" Nick yelled at me from where he was standing at his locker next to mine and I shoved him back.

"Can you shut the fuck up?" I whisper-yelled, looking around at our peers who turned their heads from his yelling. I looked over at Layla who was grabbing her book out for our English class and her eyes caught mine, sending me a small smile and a wink.

I was surprised my knees didn't give out on me.

"No, I can't shut the fuck up, Matt. I thought you were gonna go over there and give her a hug, not fuck her!" he whispered loudly and I covered his mouth with my hand before he swatted it away, "Don't do that shit."

"I didn't fuck her. We just did some stuff," I shrugged, closing my locker before leaning back on it, "Why are you so pissed about this?"

"I'm not pissed, I'm shocked!" he said louder and I rolled my eyes, sliding a hand into the pocket of my jeans. I felt the small pieces of paper that was still folded in my pocket from the day before and smiled to myself.

"I was just telling you so that you're aware. Stop making this a big deal," I shook my head at him and he stood there, jaw dropped as he looked at me.

"Matthew Bernard. This is a big deal. It's Layla Venita we're talking about here. Miss 'I hate everyone' herself," he threw his hands out in front of him dramatically before slamming his locker closed, "I just don't want you to get too attached and then she ends up hurting you."

"She said I make her hate people less," I smiled, looking at her hair since she was facing away from me, shuffling through her locker still.

"What?" Nick asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and my smile widened.

"Yesterday, she said she hated people. But then she said I made her hate people less," I bit my lip, thinking about how soft she seemed in that moment, "She's different around me Nick."

"You sound like Allie when she started dating Ivan. 'He's different around me, you don't understand him like I do'. Next thing you know, he cheated on her 3 times and broke her heart," Nick said dramatically and I rolled my eyes again before giving him a deadpan look, "You know I'm right."

"I know you're a fucking idiot," I mumbled, my aggravation getting the best of me.

"I agree but why is he an idiot now?" Chris suddenly appeared behind Nick and I turned to look at him, about to explain but Nick beat me to it.

"Matt had sex with Layla last night," he whispered so quietly I almost couldn't hear him.

"What?!" Chris yelled so loudly that almost every head turned to look at us and I closed my eyes, lowering my head at how idiotic my brothers could be.

"For the record, we didn't go the full mile so Nick you need to stop saying that," I told Chris quietly once everyone's attention turned away from us and I pushed off of the locker so Chris could grab his things from his locker beside mine, "And Nick is an idiot because he's saying that I'm acting the same way Allie did with Ivan."

"I would like to put on record the fact that Matt actually just said, and I quote, 'She's different with me'. You're telling me that's not the same shit Allie said about Ivan?" Nick defended making me groan, hitting my head on the wall beside our lockers.

"Yeah, but we knew from the start that Ivan was a piece of shit and Allie just didn't listen. We don't really know anything about Layla other than what other people have said," Chris pointed out and I raised my arms triumphantly.

"Exactly, thank you!" I cheered before leaning on the wall behind me and I looked to my right at my brothers again, "And besides, Allie has always had questionable taste in guys."

"And you make dumb decisions so I'm not seeing a huge difference here," Nick mumbled making me punch his left arm before he frowned at me, throwing a punch to my side in retaliation.

"Okay chill out," Chris stepped between us after closing his locker, "Matt's a big boy. He can figure out his own fucks ups in his own time."

"You guys are so dramatic," I rolled my eyes, pushing Chris's arms away.

"Who's dramatic?" I heard the sound of Layla's voice travel through my ears and I moved so quickly to look at her I was sure I looked like a meerkat.

"Hey," I smiled down at her, not bothering to hide my joy of seeing her anymore and she let a small smile fall onto her lips.

"Hello," she said sceptically before she looked at Chris and Nick who stared at her awkwardly. She sighed, looking at me once again before saying, "What did you tell them?"

"Nothing," I shrugged and she gave me a deadpanned look, "I didn't say anything! Just that you know... some stuff happened."

"Shhh Matt, I don't wanna hear it!" Nick waved his hands in front of him making me roll my eyes.

"You're such a child," I rolled my eyes, swinging my arm around Layla's shoulders and pulling her towards me.

"I just don't wanna hear about your sex life. It's fuckin weird," Nick face was plastered with disgust and I looked down at Layla who was looking at him with an amused face.

"Honestly," Chris said as he sipped on the Pepsi I hadn't even noticed he brought from home, "I'm glad you're getting out of the house for once in your life."

"Fuck you," I shoved his shoulder and he smiled at me cheekily making me roll my eyes again.

I was sure if I rolled my eyes one more time, they'd be stuck like that permanently.

"Just ya know," Chris said before starting to walk backwards towards our English class, "Wrap it before you tap it."

"Chris!" Nick, Layla and I yelled as he laughed to himself, spinning on his heel and walking away.

"Why is he like this?" Layla asked rhetorically, looking between Nick and I and we both shrugged, annoyance on both our faces and she shook her head in disappointment.

"I'm gonna go find Allie and Mia. I'll see y'all later," Nick sighed as Layla waved him goodbye and I nodded as he walked down the hallway. I turned my attention back to Layla who looked up at me.

"Am I ever getting that hoodie back?" I asked as she moved out from under my arm and stood in front of me as she placed her hands in the hoodie she wore.

"Depends," she shrugged, smirking up at me, "Do I get one in replacement?"

"If you want one," I smiled down at her, grabbing the pocket of the hoodie and pulling her towards me so her feet were placed between mine. I saw people looking at us as they passed by in the hallway, confusion and judgment written all over their faces.

"Your hoodies are a lot nicer than mine," she stated and I shrugged, looking down at our shoes.

"I could just buy you a hoodie," I pointed out and she immediately shook her head.

"You're not spending money on me, Matthew," she deadpanned and I rolled my eyes playfully as I played with the hem of her hoodie, "Besides, it's not as fun as stealing your hoodies."

"Oh, so you're a thief?" I asked with a teasing tone and she raised her eyebrows.

"Have been since I was 8," she deadpanned and I raised my eyebrows, her serious tone throwing me off, "You forget I live in South End, Matt."

"You ever been caught?" I asked, now genuinely intrigued and she nodded.

"Yup. Two times when I was fourteen and fifteen," she answered honestly and I nodded, "I was stealing food both times. Got taken to the station both times as well because Mia's dad has a fucking vendetta against me."

"So that's why you don't like Mia," I hummed and she tilted her head to give me a look as if it were obvious.

"That and the fact she's a bitch," she mumbled and I sighed, pushing away from the wall, making her look up at me.

"She's nice once you get to know her," I tried to convince her and she scoffed, nodding her head sarcastically.

"I'm sure she's a peach to you," she grumbled and my eyebrows furrowed as I looked down at her in confusion, "Don't look at me like that."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, genuine confusion on my face.

"Oh come on, Matt," she again gave me a look as if it were obvious, "She's basically eating you alive with her eyes every time she looks at you."

My mouth hung open as I looked down at her before I smirked, pulling her closer to me, "Layls, are you jealous?"

"What?" she screeched as she frowned up at me, "No! I just know what I see."

"Why do you seem so pissed off about it then?" I questioned and her mouth clamped shut, looking down at the ground quickly making me chuckle, "You don't need to be jealous, pretty girl."

"I'm not," she mumbled, unconvincingly and I used my left hand to lift her chin up, her face meeting mine.

"You're cute," I smiled down at her and her face melted, all of the anger and jealousy washing off as she looked up at me.

"I can feel people staring," she whispered and I shrugged, leaning forward slightly.

"I don't care," I mumbled, placing my lips on hers again and she instantly relaxed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she pulled me closer to her.

I trailed my hands down her back, wrapping my arms around her waist as our mouths moved in sync. I bit the skin of her bottom lip gently and she opened her mouth in a gasp before I used that opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth.

Our mouths danced together as I gripped her waist roughly, her body being so close to mine feeling relieving.

"Okay," she mumbled against my mouth before she pulled away from me, "We're not gonna be those people making out in the middle of the hallway for 30 minutes."

"We're not in the middle of the hallway," I leaned forward, placing another kiss on her lips and she pecked my lips back before pulling away again.

"Calm down," she giggled at me, the sound of her joy lighting up my heart like a goddamn Christmas tree, "We gotta get to English."

"Since when do you wanna be on time?" I asked, squinting my eyes at her as neither of us pulled away from each other.

"Since I had you clinging to me and I don't want you to get bad grades because of me," she sighed, playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.

"So considerate of you," I smirked, placing one final kiss on her lips making her giggle before she unwrapped her arms from around my shoulders.

"Are you guys done?" I heard Mia's voice appear from beside us and we both turned to look at her, the disgust evident on her face.

"What do you want, Mia?" Layla deadpanned and I kept my arms wrapped around her waist possessively.

"I need to talk to you," she stated blandly, not even acknowledging Layla and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Then talk to me?" I responded and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Alone," she huffed and I looked down at Layla who bit her lip, looking up at me.

"I'll meet you in English in a sec?" I asked and she nodded. I placed a kiss on her temple making her smile up at me before I let my arms unravel from her waist. I watched as she walked down the hallway and out of my sight before I looked at Mia expectantly.

"What are you doing, Matt?" she asked, nothing but judgment written across her face and I crossed my arms, looking at her the same.

"What do you mean?" I questioned and she raised her eyebrows, a few people walked past and stared at us.

"You're gonna fuck up you're whole future for her?" she threw her arm behind her, pointing in the direction that Layla just walked in.

"How in the fuck is me being with Layla fucking up my future?" I questioned back and she scoffed rolling her eyes.

"Have you seen her?" she retorted, disgust lacing her words and I felt a wave of anger fall over me, "She has no future, Matt. She's gonna end up just like her mother."

"Shut the fuck up, Mia," I grumbled, attempting to walk past her but she grabbed my arm to turn me around again.

"Listen to me," she demanded and I pulled my arm away as I scoffed at her, "She's not who she says she is."

"What?" I looked at her in pure confusion. Suddenly, the bell for our first class rang and I shook my head, "Whatever. I don't wanna hear it. I get that you don't like her for whatever fucking reason but I don't care. Figure it out or we're not friends anymore."

With that, I walked away from her and towards my English class, shaking off the angry feeling in my chest towards one of my best friends.

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[gothamite-rambler]

Tim has turned pain into pleasure... good for him

Red Robin, Superboy (Konnor) and Spoiler tried to reason with a crook who was holding out a taser gun. The tension in the air was palpable. Suddenly, the crook, driven by frustration, angrily pulled the trigger, hitting Robin squarely in the chest.

He moaned, his head jerking back and his body trembling as he stood in place, but Spoiler and Konnor exchanged glances, unsure whether his reaction was one of pain or pleasure. Spoiler rushed to the crook and delivered a precise punch, knocking him unconscious before swiftly turning off the taser.

Red Robin: Oh, that felt good!

Robin fell backwards as the sensation coursed through his body, continuing to moan as if he had just experienced the world’s best massage. Konnor blushed caught off guard.

Spoiler (rolling her eyes, exasperated): Robin, leave your kinks in the bedroom.

Robin continued moaning and smiling, it took him a moment to remember he wasn't at home with Bernard. Once he did, his face flushed embarrassed.

Konnor (blushing, stammered): What was—Robin, your relationship with—Is the other guy unconscious?

Spoiler (examining the taser gun and if she should keep it): Yeah, K.O’d.

Konnor (brow furrowed): So you and Bernie are in a stable relationship?

Spoiler shook her head and chuckled, pocketing the taser gun for herself.

Spoiler: I'm low-key glad I could be here for this.

Red Robin (rubbing his forehead to collect himself): Not that it's any of your business, but yes it's stable and I'm not discussing our bedroom activities with you. You and I are friends. Nothing more.

Konnor (raised an eyebrow): Bernie and I don't hate each other that much anymore, but come on man! You never moaned like that when we—

Spoiler (interrupted to focus on anything else): As someone who also slept with Robin and couldn't match his ‘freak’ for the few times we did it, I'm good on not hearing about your wild escapades during a night shift. Okay?"

Red Robin stood up, brushing dirt off his costume.

Robin: Same here. Um, we don’t have to talk about how I reacted to the… enjoyable electricity either.

Spoiler crossed her arms perplexed how her friend and ex-boyfriend had a kink for taser electricity.

Spoiler: Dude, you had 1,200 volts go through your body from a taser. That’s not enjoyable.

Red Robin shrugged.

Robin (enjoying what was left of the sensation): To you, maybe. It's still surging through my body.

Robin moaned, looking down at his feet, and placing his hands on waist. Konnor walked a few paces away, whimpering.

Spoiler (teasing): See what you did? You made the poor man thirsty.

Spoiler laughed. Red Robin blushed.

Konnor: I’m fine; just need a moment.

Konnor took a deep breath before turning back around, able to push aside any sexy thoughts he was having.

Konnor: I’m good. No worries, Robin. This is between us.

Spoiler: Agreed.

With that Spoiler hummed a song from the musical she's been listening to while dragging the unconscious crook along the ground. Konnor chuckled as he placed his arm around an embarrassed Red Robin as they followed her.