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[captain-huggy-bear]

To Fight a Ten Year Old

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Summary: In which Quinn is prepared to time travel to whoop some ten year old butt because you tell him a story from your childhood and he takes it personally.

Notes: Alas, I did in fact experience this as a child, but I can laugh about it now :) Also writing soccer instead of football actually hurt me.

Very silly + short idea to be honest but hope it brings a smile to some faces!

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

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It's a stupid little back and forth the two of you have going as you get ready for bed, silly little questions like 'tell me about your first broken bone' and 'why is your favourite animal your favourite?'. It's something Quinn and you have been doing since you first started dating. It started as a way to get to know each other better and ended up a habit, a ritual of sorts.

Each year the questions get harder to think of as your lives become more intertwined, most of your stories featuring the other, but it still raises interesting moments from your childhoods and silly little stories that explain a lot about you or him. Things you probably wouldn't find out about each other unless you asked these random questions or a family member brought it up at Thanksgiving or Christmas.

Today is no different. You're going through your night routine, taking off your make up and moisturising your skin, while Quinn brushes his teeth in the adjoining bathroom, door open so you can talk.

"Okay..." He's thinking hard, even as he talks around his toothbrush leaning his head out of the bathroom to watch you as you wipe away your eyeliner, "How about first heartbreak?" His voice is muffled around the toothbrush and almost sounds like he's underwater, despite this he never seems to want to wait until he's done.

"Like first heartbreak? Or first proper heartbreak?" You're running a cloth over the rest of your face as you ask, wiping away concealer and blush, an array of colours smearing the fabric. Your skin being revealed bit by bit.

"What's the difference?" He briefly disappears back into the bathroom to spit out his toothpaste and put his toothbrush away, but you know he's still listening as you explain.

"Well, first heartbreak is that time as a little kid that you thought you were in love and got hurt by it but it wasn't serious. You were probably over it by the next week, and first proper heartbreak is when you're older and it actually is heartbreak and you can't get over it for at least 3 months."

He hums as he comes back to lean against the doorframe, shoulders looking delicious without a shirt on, "First heartbreak, probably less depressing for a Monday night."

You take a moment, reaching for your moisturiser as you think back. There are many moments you could think of where you thought you were in love as a litte kid and had your heart broken as a result, but one stands out the most.

"Okay, um...When I was 10 years old I really liked like this boy in class called Cameron but Cameron really liked Emily, a girl 2 years older than us." You can still remember it now, the way he used to sit with her whenever he had the chance, how she clearly did not want a kid 2 years younger than her hanging around, how lovesick he was...how lovesick you were.

"Okay, so Cameron likes a cougar?" You glare over at him as you rub moisturiser into your skin, disapproving as he grins at you, straight teeth peeking out from behind his lips.

"2 years apart at the age of 10 and 12 does not make someone a cougar, Quinn!"

"I don't know, baby, seems pretty cougar-ish to me." You roll your eyes at him as he strolls closer to you, taking your comb in hand and tilting your head forward gently. He's careful as he starts to detangle your hair, careful not to pull too harshly on your scalp, much kinder than your mother used to be when you were a child. Quinn's always careful not to hurt you, apologetic if a tangle pulls too roughly.

"You're ridiculous. Anyway, where was I?" You reach for the detangler handing it back to him as he works, closing your eyes gently.

"You liked a spotty kid called Cameron." There's a hint of dislike riding his voice, even as his fingers are careful as they pull strands of your hair apart, teasing out knots.

Your eyes flash open and meet his in the vanity mirror, lips pursed at the way he insults a ten year old he's never met, "I liked a tall, cute kid called Cameron who was into soccer."

"Yeah, like I said, spotty." The dislike turns to a jealous sort of mumble, matched only by the sour look on his face that has you huffing out a laugh.

"Are you jealous of a ten year old?"

"He's not ten anymore..."

"Do I need to remind you this is a story of heartbreak?"

"Still, should've been me." His hands slide from your hair, comb having been put back on the side, and down to the base of your neck. Long fingers working at the tension there, you lean back into his fingers even as you call him out for his ridiculousness.

"We didn't even know each other! You're absurd, anyway, so I was certain Cameron was my future husband and I decided to be very brave one Valentine's day and get him a card and a gift." You lean a little to the right as Quinn hits a knot on the left side of your shoulder, you sway back into him.

"I'm proud of little you, that's gutsy." He can almost imagine it, little you bravely handing over a glittery red and pink monstrosity, little bows in your hair and chubby cheeks.

"I know, braver than I am now." You're not sure you'd have been brave enough to do something like that now, it had been Quinn after all who'd made the first move, Quinn who'd set the pace of your relationship at the start, "So I get him some chocolates, those stupid cheap heart shaped ones, and I make a stupid card covered in glitter and all sorts. I take my time and I write a heartfelt confession inside and then decided to give it to him in front of the entire class."

"No..." His voice drops, horror filling it as he looks at you through the mirror, mouth slightly open, eyes wide. You nod at him, confirming his worst fears, he knows how this is about to go down.

"Yeah, rookie move. I do it though, I hand it over and then he proceeds to not even read the card and um, rip it up in front of me and the entire class while telling me that he was going to marry Emily."

His fingers still in their massage. In fact, Quinn completely stills, his entire body rigid as he frowns at you through the mirror, there's a silence, long and heavy before he speaks.

"Where does Cameron live?"

"Quinn." You turn in your seat to look up at him, lips pursed together.

"I'm serious where does he live I'm going to go have some words with him," He crosses his arms and there's a brief moment where you're distracted by the strength and definition in his forearms before you really process that he's considering having words with a guy who broke your heart when you were ten.

"About his choices when he was ten?"

"Yeah! Who does that to someone, not only did he reject you, which is an insane decision by the way, he embarrasses my baby in front of the entire class!" Quinn reaches for your hands as he rants, pulling you to your feet, as his fingers twist and twine with yours. You'd think he's just joking but his tone is completely serious and it makes your heart warm, no matter how silly he's being. He's genuinely personally offended on your behalf about something that happened when you were a child, before you knew each other. It's sweet. Silly and absurd, but sweet.

"You can't fight a guy who broke my heart at the age of ten."

"Sure, I can or I can get Millsy to do it." He cracks a smile at that, even though he's serious about wanting words with this Cameron, he's also aware he's being absurd. He tugs you closer by the hands even as you glare up at him like a disappointed parent.

"You are not setting Miller on my childhood crush!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's ridiculous! It was over a decade ago!" Even as you protest you're smiling, arms reaching up to rest over his shoulders and around the back of his neck. Fingers twisting the strands of brunet hair that rest there.

"And, he broke your heart and that's not acceptable, baby, i'm sorry, I have to defend your honour." Quinn palms rest on each of your hips, pulling you in as his fingers curl into your pajama bottoms.

"But, it was a good thing."

"How is that a good thing?"

"Because if he hadn't done that, I might have married him and been stuck in a loveless marriage and then never met you or met you but not been able to be with you." You look at him with a little smirk like you've beat him at his own game, like you've outplayed him in a game of chess.

"So you're saying that I actually should be thanking that spotty kid for breaking your heart?"

"Yes."

There's a moment of silence as he draws you ever closer, leaning down to brush his nose against yours, all soft lidded eyes and warmth. Pliant like a docile house cat.

"I'm not thanking him, I will, however, not get Millsy to fight him." It's mumbled so close to your lips that they're brushing his, an almost kiss that speaks volumes about where his mind is now.

"Good, because I'm not breaking you or Miller out of prison."

"You don't love me enough?" He doesn't even have the decency to pretend to be offended or care as his eyes are heavy, focus on your lips, not your eyes and certainly not on the ten year old he was threatening to set Miller on 5 seconds ago.

"Oh, I love you enough, but I do not have that skill set, honey."

"I don't know, think you could probably charm the officers into letting me out, baby." Quinn brushes the tip of his nose purposefully with yours and you know he's seconds from breaking and just kissing you, he has his tells, his little gestures that have consistently given him away.

"You suggesting I seduce the police now?" You pull back just enough to get his attention, to force a pout from him at the distance, his fingers scrambling at your back to pull you back in.

"...Nawwh, only me."

"You're an idiot." He pulls in you in with enough force that your chests bump with a soft smack, rubbing his cheek against yours just because he knows the stratch of his beard will get a giggle from you as you shy away from the sensation.

"I'm your idiot though."

"Mmm, my idiot." You mumble it against his lips as he finally breaks, self control being ditched in favour of the way you sigh against his mouth. He tastes like spearmint toothpaste, minty and sweet as his lips part beneath yours with a hum.

Maybe heartbreak at ten sucked, but you can't help but be thankful for it when you ended up winning the jackpot when you scored Quinn. So much better than spotty ten year old Cameron.

[a-killer-obsession]

Day 10 - Naughty or Nice Kid + Killer + Praise vs. Degradation

Tags: afab she/her reader, MMF threesome, oral (giving and receiving), deepthroating, p in v sex, anal sex, dp, spit as lube, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex

WC: 1.5k

Kid held your hair tight and close to the base, forcing you to stand, your hands pinned behind your back in his metal hand. “Stay still, slut,” he growled in your ear as you squirmed. You were naked, your body entirely exposed and covered in marks from being spanked and biten and manhandled.

“That's it sweetheart, stay nice and still for us,” Killer cooed from between your legs, one leg hooked over his shoulder, “so sweet and lovely, such a good girl for us.”

Killer licked at your cunt, looking up at you with those bright blue eyes, rarely seen, as he ate you out like a man starved. “You gonna cum on his face or what, bitch?” Kid spat, biting your ear hard and tugging on the lobe, “useless bitch can't do anything right, can't even manage a simple thing like cumming on her superior's face. Tsk.”

“I-I can, I can do it,” you whined.

“Then stop being a greedy bitch and do it,” Kid grumbled, licking along your jawline and nipping your lower lip hard enough to bleed.

“Go on sweetheart,” Killer purred between licks, finger fucking you hard at the same time and feeling your pussy flutter around his fingers, “go on and cum for me sweetheart, right on my face.”

He maintained eye contact with you as he sucked on your clit, and you tried to look away, flustered, but Kid forced your head forward again, your scalp hurting with how hard he pulled. One last curl of Killer's fingers inside you and you were cumming with a scream, legs shaking, the men having to support your weight as you went boneless. “Fuckin’ finally,” Kid complained.

“Good girl,” Killer praised, kissing your thighs and tummy as he stood, "you did so good baby.”

Killer kissed you tenderly, and Kid scoffed, pulling your face back towards him and kissing you bruisingly hard before throwing you towards the bed. “All fours, whore, now.”

The two men stripped off their clothes as you got in position, your ass in the air, presented for them the way you knew Kid loved. Kid smacked it hard as he scooted on to the bed behind you, making you yelp. “That's it, let me hear you cry bitch,” he laughed, laying down a series of hard smacks that jiggled your ass and left your skin red and tender, as Killer knelt in front of you. He held your face gently in his hands, running his thumbs over your cheek bones and your swollen lip.

“Good girl princess, taking it so well,” he cooed, “just like that baby, aw look at those sweet tears, let your captain see how you cry with joy.”

Killer turned your face to show Kid the way tears streamed down your cheeks from his harsh smacks, and Kid smirked. “Fuck, look at you, our fucking mess.”

Killer hooked his thumb in your mouth and brought your head back towards him, prying open your lips gently and rubbing the head of his cock against your tongue as you stuck it out for him. “There's a good girl, you're gonna be good and swallow my whole cock, right?” Killer asked. You whined and nodded as best you could without his cock leaving your mouth, opening wider for him to slip further inside. You bobbed your head on his cock, working to take him deeper, a hand on his thigh to support yourself.

His cock was suddenly forced deeper into your mouth as Kid spat on your cunt and sheathed himself with one hard thrust, shoving your body forward onto Killer's cock and making you gag. “That's right bitch, choke on it,” Kid groaned, “take our cocks like a good little whore.”

Kid wrapped his metal hand around your waist, the joints biting your skin, while his flesh hand groped at the sore red flesh on your ass. He immediately started thrusting hard and fast, forcing you back and forth on Killer's cock, Killer making short thrusts to meet each movement and fuck your throat. You choked and gagged on it, drool spilling out at the corners of your mouth and tears running down your face. Killer played with your hair and rubbed your back soothingly, cooing sweet praises and encouraging you, rubbing his cock against your cheek whenever you needed to pause to breathe.

Kid spat on you again, this time at the top of your ass crack, letting the saliva drip down over your asshole. He used it as lubrication to force his thumb in, making you moan around Killer's cock. Kid finger fucked your ass at the same pace he fucked your cunt, swapping to two fingers as he worked you open, adding more spit when needed until you had three thick fingers stretching your ass open. He removed his fingers to admire the gap of your asshole, before spitting right in it. He slapped your ass one more time before pulling out of your cunt and bullying his cock into your ass, making you scream at the sudden intrusion. Killer's cock slipped out of your mouth and he made a disappointed tsk, before hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your face up.

“It's okay princess, I understand,” Killer cooed, “you want me to fill your pussy instead, right? You want your superiors breeding both your greedy holes, don't you?”

“Selfish little slut, couldn't even manage sucking dick could you?” Kid growled as he fucked your ass, “fucking useless, you should be letting your first mate cum right down that tight little throat, but I guess your cunt will do.”

Kid pulled you up roughly, holding his cock inside you balls deep as Killer shuffled forward and knelt in front of you. “Come here sweetheart,” he purred, dipping a little to slip his cock inside your pussy, “ah, so wet and warm for me, what a sweet girl.”

You were pinned between their chests, Kid pulling your hair tight with his flesh hand while Killer held your hips gently and pressed kisses to your mouth and neck. Kid's metal arm was still around your waist, and Killer moved his hands to lift under each of your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him, your weight supported by Killer's forearms hooked under your thighs and Kid's tight hold on your waist. Together, the two of them lifted and lowered you, using your body like a cocksleeve to jerk them both off as they each made matching thrusts into you. The result was deep, hard penetration that had you feeling full and moaning unabashedly, your eyes rolling as they fucked you hard and grunted either side of you. You were grateful for Kid's tight hold on your hair, sure that you would have been too cockdrunk to support your own head if he wasn't holding it.

“There we go, good little fleshlight,” Kid growled, “nothing but a set of tight holes for us to use, aye?”

“Our perfect girl, taking us so well,” Killer cooed.

“Your greedy asshole is sucking me in,” Kid groaned, “you love having a cock in your ass don't you? Greedy little slut loves having all her holes filled.”

“Look at you go princess,” Killer purred, “your pussy feels so good, do you feel good too baby? I can feel your pussy squeezing me, you're gonna cum aren't you? Go on and cum for us baby, cum on our cocks.”

“Cum for us you stupid whore,” Kid barked, “squirt on these dicks, fuck, you're gonna look good dripping with our loads.”

“F-fuck!” You cried, cumming with a gush as they quickened their pace, “cumming!”

“Look at that, you squirted for us baby,” Killer praised, “I'm so proud of you princess. I'm gonna give you such a big load for being so good.”

“Fuck, you want our cum so bad don't you?” Kid groaned, “nasty little bitch wants all her holes breed, gonna empty my balls in this tight little ass, fuck.”

“That's it sweetheart, take everything we have to give you,” Killer purred as his head threw back and his balls tightened. “Fuck, that's it baby, here you go.”

Killer groaned as his load shot inside you, cum dripping from your cunt as he gave you fast, sloppy thrusts. “Take it all, bitch,” Kid grunted before pushing himself balls deep inside you and painting your insides white, “fuckkk, there you go, greedy slut.”

They pulled out and the three of you collapsed to the side, Kid being significantly nicer now that it was over, removing his metal arm and soothing his hand apologetically over the red marks he'd left on your skin while you nuzzled into Killer's chest. The two of them held you gently, applying soft kisses to whatever parts of you they could reach and running their hands over your skin, cooing praises about how good you did until you fell asleep between them, cum still dripping from your cunt and ass, which they would clean away later while you slept.

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[buckysgrace]

Mistletoe

Closer to My Heart Roll with the Changes

Billy Hargrove x Teacher!Reader

CW: Unprotected sex, dirty talk

You and Billy go Christmas shopping for Theo. Afterwards, Billy has his own fun.

You were nervous and the busy store did nothing to help. You glanced from aisle to aisle, suddenly unaware of what Theo did and didn’t like. You knew you were overthinking it, but part of you wanted to impress him. This would be your first real Christmas with him; you wanted to make it special. 

You were inspecting the sweaters in front of you currently, knowing that he wouldn’t want to get too many clothes. That wasn’t as fun as toys. But it was practical for the colder months, and it was The Muppets. He loved them. 

“What do you think about this one?” You asked as you held up the sweater, teetering back and forth on it. It seemed like Theo’s interests came and went, you didn’t want to buy him something that he wouldn’t like.

“Yeah,” Billy nodded his head after examining it for a minute, “But get him the blue one if they have it in his size.” He replied as he tilted his head, wrinkling up his nose like he was unsure about the green color. You pulled it aside as you examined it again, agreeing that the blue would probably be better. 

“Blue one,” You nodded your head in agreement, “Got it.” You responded as you switched the sweaters around. You thought that the blue looked better anyway, not as intense as the green. 

“He needs socks too.” He commented as he came closer to you, scanning the various rows of shirts. He looked at a few of them before deciding otherwise, setting them back onto the stack. 

“For Christmas?” You asked curiously, knowing for a fact that kids always complained about getting socks through the years. Clothes were already pretty lame, but socks were the worst. Right there with underwear. 

“Might as well,” He said with a laugh, “If he wouldn’t kick them off and lose them, then we wouldn’t have this problem.” He said more seriously, making you nod your head along in agreement. Theo would rather be barefoot than ever wear shoes. 

“Don’t know where he gets it from.” You mumbled underneath your breath, knowing that Billy did the same exact thing. Most of Theo’s habits came from Billy, in fact. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He shook his head as he placed a package of them into the cart, “I know what you’re suggesting.” He pointed his finger towards you playfully, cocking his eyebrows, before he moved towards where the socks were located. Funnily enough, no one else was around. That was nice. 

“I’m not suggesting,” You replied, lips curling into a grin, “I’m telling you the truth.” You added as you scanned the clothing, knowing that Theo preferred white to anything else. He wasn’t a fan of funny looking socks, even though you liked them. You decided that one package of socks was more than enough. You’d probably need another within the next month or two. 

“Let’s go look at the toys,” He replied with a shake of his head, “That’s the important stuff, right?” He teased as he pulled the cart in the opposite direction, leaving you to rush to catch up to him. He was moving a lot faster than you were used to, but he was always like this in the store. He preferred to get in and out; rather than to linger within the store. 

“He will be most excited about the toys,” You agreed as you walked with him, “How many are we getting for him?” You asked seriously, shuffling inside of your purse to pull free the list of various gift ideas that you two had come up with. The list was long. And expensive. 

“Depends,” He shrugged his shoulders, “I try and do at least three big ones, then go from there.” He told you as he pressed his lips together, scanning the aisles thoughtfully. 

“Sounds like a great plan.” You told him seriously, feeling like that was just enough for Theo. And that wouldn’t put a giant hole in your shared budget. There would certainly be enough to go around. 

You looked around the aisle slowly, pacing back and forth and squeezing past the various people that were all squashed inside. You eventually fought elbow to elbow, pulling free two different sets of toys before you returned to Billy. 

“Which one of these?” You asked as you struggled to hold onto both of them, trying to make up your mind for which Theo would enjoy the most. You weren’t sure if you should do a toy theme, or just give various toys of what he wanted. Probably a mixture. 

“Uh,” Billy paused as he leaned against the cart, inspecting both of the items, “Dinosaurs over toy guns.” He nodded his head as he selected a different item, putting it into the cart. You paused, furrowing your brows together. 

“I thought he was into cowboys now?” You questioned him out loud, recalling how Theo had been rambling about cowboys the previous few weeks. It was his new favorite thing to play. 

“He is,” He nodded along, “But I’m not cleaning those toy bullets up all the time.” He spoke more serious this time, the look on your face telling you that he had already experienced this once before. 

“But the dinosaur makes sounds.” You told him with a little laugh, knowing that the sounds from toys could be just as annoying. He nodded his head softly. 

“Not if there are no batteries in them,” He said with a little smirk, “Plus he loves dinosaurs more than anything. Maybe not more than cars.” He added as he thought about it, picking up a Hot Wheels toy from the side and tossing it inside the basket. 

“I thought about getting him this one,” You replied as you held up one of the cars, a blue one, “It’s remotely controlled.” You said unsure of yourself. He looked towards you, an encouraging look in his eyes. 

“He’d love it,” He grinned as he watched you, “And you picked out the right color.” He reassured you, making you inhale deeply. 

“Good.” You told him seriously as you put the item into the cart. You chewed on your bottom lip, inspecting them briefly. You hoped that it would be enough and that he would have a special day. 

“You know,” He paused for a minute as you began to stress over another selection of items, “You could give him a bag of undies and he’d love it.” He admitted as he pushed a few more little toys inside, likely to be stocking stuffers. 

“I am not giving him undies,” You said quickly, “Unless he needs them?” You asked as you glanced back towards the clothing section, figuring it might be nice to escape the large crowds anyways. 

“No,” He shook his head, “I’m just saying you’re going overboard when you don’t need to.” He told you seriously, making your lips part in surprise. That was not what you were doing at all. 

“I am not going overboard.” You defended yourself, shaking your head as he guided you out of the toy aisle again. You briefly looked back over your shoulder, then at your list to ensure that you had gotten all the items on there. 

“You got a whole theme of gift wrap and wrapping paper.” He reminded you as he cocked his eyebrows, like he was proving a point. Which he wasn’t. You felt like a theme was completely normal. 

“And he’s going to love it,” You nodded your head, “Special wrapping paper for Theo.” You smiled brightly as you looked down at it, feeling proud of your selections. You were sure that Billy had stressed out over his first Christmas with Theo too. Even if he had been too little to remember. 

You selected a few smaller gifts after that, watching the way Billy effortlessly tossed things into the cart. But he didn’t have to overthink in the way you did. Deep down you were fearful that you would somehow manage to ruin Christmas for Theo. And for Billy. You wanted it to be special. 

“What kind of candy does he like?” You asked once you reached the candy aisle, knowing that he would love this part. Theo loved sweets. You thought it was funny when he would get it all over his fingers and his cheeks. 

“Anything with peanut butter,” He replied as he looked around, “Although he occasionally likes something sour. But not too much.” He confirmed with a little grin, like he was recalling a memory. 

“Any chips?” You asked after you dumped your candy selection into the cart. You scanned the aisles curiously, trying to think about what he would like. Maybe just some plain chips. But he did like the ruffles better. 

“How much are you wanting to get for him?” Billy asked suddenly, taking you by surprise. You wrinkled your eyebrows together, staring at the cart then at him. 

“It’s Christmas.” You stated softly, failing to admit that it had been some time before you had been apart of a grand celebration. 

“And it doesn’t mean we have to go broke,” He chuckled softly, biting down on his bottom lip, “Trust me. This is plenty.” He stated seriously, making you shake your head softly. You still wanted to make it special for Theo. 

“I’m getting him chips,” You decided at last, “Does he still like the bbq flavored?” You asked him softly, feeling like you could stop once you had that selected. 

“Yes,” He laughed, “Or Cheetos.” He said a second later, still grinning as you turned around to search for that brand next. 

“Cheetos are good,” You agreed with a nod of your head, “What else do you usually get him?” You asked as you rocked back and forth on your feet, feeling like there was still a lot to do. But maybe you were wrong. 

“I already got him a new toothbrush and toothpaste,” He hummed as he looked over, “There’s some bath stuff too. That’s about it.” He nodded his head as he chewed on his bottom lip. You breathed in deeply. 

“You’re sure?” You questioned him, not wanting to forget one item. Maybe you’d even give Theo a few dollars to spend. Billy leaned forward, resting his elbows against the cart. 

“Positive.” He told you seriously, telling you that there was no room for arguments. You nodded your head in agreement, deciding that he must be right. 

You ignored the amount on the screen as the two of you checked out, knowing that it would be worth it. Theo was careful with all of his toys and played with them all the same. And even if he didn’t, that would be fine too.

You winced as the bags slammed against the walls and furniture once you arrived back at the apartment, your arms aching from how heavy they had all grown. Maybe you had gone a bit overboard, but you wouldn’t admit that to Billy. No, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. 

“You did good.” He hummed as he kissed your neck, his fingers wrapping around your wrists softly. You grinned at the feeling, enjoying the way he continually kissed across your skin.

“We need to wrap the presents,” You said with a little laugh, closing your eyes softly as his tongue fell against your skin, “Billy, Theo will be home soon.” You reminded him, knowing that you guys couldn’t be late to pick him up. 

“He doesn’t snoop,” He chuckled as he bit down on your flesh, making you gasp, “I want to feel you.” He hummed softly, sending vibrations across your skin. You breathed in the feeling, heart hammering roughly inside of your chest. 

You gasped at the feeling of his hands against your hips, squeezing softly as his lips found yours. You dragged your mouth against his smoothly, kissing him deeply as he began to drag your pants down over your hips.

Your heart hammered harshly at the image of him on his knees in front of you. You were sure that you would never get used to that sight, it made your insides twist and curl with pleasure every time. 

Hips lips were warm against your hip bone as he kissed your skin softly, his tongue dancing out to lick away your goosebumps. You pressed your fingers together at your side, sighing deeply as your clit throbbed with anticipation. 

It was like he knew as he dipped his head lower, darting his tongue out against your slick folds. You whimpered as you moved your hips forward, whining as he brushed his tongue across your aching clit. You rocked your hips against his mouth, moaning as you linked your fingers through his dirty blonde curls.

“Tastes so good,” He groaned as his eyes turned up towards yours, his lips curling into a smirk as he gripped your hips, “You’re still wearing too many layers.” He huffed, making you squeal as he pushed you back against the bed.

You laughed as your head hit the mattress, the bed moving underneath you as he roughly pulled the remainder of your clothes away from your ankles. He sat up then, crawling over you with a devious smirk on his lips.

“Don’t look so cocky,” You replied as you pressed your fingers against his chest, grinning as he removed your shirt and bra next. He moved his hands slowly over your curves, admiring your flesh before he brought his fingertips against your hardened nipples, “We have to be quick. We’re wrapping those presents today.”

“Oh yeah,” He nodded his head, flicking his tongue out against his teeth, “We’ll certainly get right on that.” He cocked his eyebrows as he watched you, his hand slowly drifting across his abdomen. You watched as you sat up on your elbows, licking your lips as he slowly began to undo his belt.

You were sure that he knew what he was doing, which is why he took his sweet time in unfastening his belt. You breathed in deeply, heart hammering roughly inside of your chest. He seemed to loom over you as he pulled his jeans down, biting down on his bottom lip as he watched you.

“Well?” You questioned him, raising your eyebrows, “Get on with it.” You teased as you gave him a little nudge with your foot. He chuckled as he let his jeans fall to his knees, his hands rough against your hips as he pulled you towards the edge of the bed.

You stared at the way his thick cock fell against your skin, warm and heavy as you slowly rocked your hips forward. You chewed on your bottom lip, hoping that he couldn’t see how desperate you were. But he always seemed to know. 

He sent you a cocky look as he pressed his thick tip against your slick hole. He groaned as he gave his balls a little squeeze, huffing underneath his breath before he slid inside of you.

You gaped, tossing your head back as you felt your walls stretching around his fat dick. The feeling made you whimper, whine as your toes curled in bliss. You reached out to grab his biceps, supporting yourself as he slid inside of you fully. 

You always felt stuffed to the brim by the time he bottomed out inside of you, your cunt leaking around his girth as his calloused fingertips fell to your hips. He squeezed as a groan rolled off of his tongue, his eyebrows furrowed together as a look of pleasure became etched on his features. 

“God,” You whimpered as you dug your fingernails into his skin, earning a little hiss of pleasure from him, “You feel so good.” You praised him as he slowly moved his hips, pressing into you even further. You gaped as the air left your lungs, the bliss growing deep inside of your stomach.

“Mhm,” He groaned as he began to drag his cock in and out of your slick walls, squeezing at your hips as he continued to keep you in place, “Your cunt is so greedy. Look at how well she takes me.” He smirked as he flicked his tongue out against his lips, looking rather cocky this time.

You had no way to protest, knowing that you were very greedy for him. You wanted him deeper inside of you, to move faster and slower all at the same time. Sounds of pleasure fell forth from your tongue, filling the room as your clit ached in awe.

Your back slid smoothly against the mattress as he dragged you roughly along the curve of his cock, your cunt swallowing each glorious inch of his thick girth. You reached down between your legs, rubbing at your clit as he continued to press himself deeper inside of you.

“Such a little slut,” He groaned as he leaned over you, his cheeks slightly pink as he pressed his lips against yours roughly. You savored the taste of the mint on his lips, how his mustache brushed against your skin, “You take me so well.” He groaned as you continued to cling to him, desperate to feel more of him.

His lips were hot against yours, your kiss muffling the moans that continued to slide off of your tongue. His teeth grazed against your bottom lip, biting down softly before he gave a little tug. You sighed deeply, the electricity warm between your bodies as his eyes fell towards your features. 

“All for you,” You gaped as you rocked your hips forward slightly, crying out as he hit your bundle of nerves. Your legs shook, nipples hardened as you continued to rub at your sensitive bud, “Oh my God!” Whines left your mouth as you began to rut yourself against his cock, desperate to feel more of him.

Your hands fell to his shoulders, then to the back of his neck so you could link your fingers through his dirty blonde curls. He groaned louder as you gave his hair a tug, his cock twitching inside your smooth walls as he pressed more of his weight on top of you.

Pleasure burned deep inside of you, sending goosebumps across your skin. You could feel your high burning inside of you, making you shake as your cunt clenched down around his thick girth. The sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, becoming a dirty melody as it mixed with your sounds of pleasure.

“Billy, oh fuck,” You cursed as you tugged on his hair harder, making him moan louder. You craved that sound, wanted to hear more of it as you clung to him, “Oh God! Don’t stop!” You begged at the rough way he continued to drag you along the curve of his cock. He was shaped so perfectly, hitting all of your deepest crevices with his rough movements.

“You’re such a good whore for me,” He groaned as he gripped your chin, his movements becoming more rapid as he continually stroked that deep spot inside of you. You swore you saw stars as he forced you to continue to look at him, “Greedy little thing.” He smirked, his breath warm against your face as you felt your orgasm crashing over you.

You came with a cry, arching your chest up against his skin. He held onto you tightly, grunting as your walls clamped down around him. You felt as if you were floating while you pleasure crashed over the two of you.

“Fuck, fuck,” He grunted as he slammed into you harder, the sound of your pussy leaking around his cock growing in the room, “You feel so fucking good.” He whined out this time, his voice cracking as he pressed himself deep inside of you.

You whimpered, your fingers digging into his skin as his cum filled your weeping cunt. He groaned as his forehead fell against yours, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with your own. Everything felt electric, too intense. You enjoyed it all.

“You’re so bad,” You teased as you rubbed his sides, laughing as you ran your fingers across his skin, “You’re putting us behind schedule.” You reminded him, but was still unable to push him away. You could settle against him for a few minutes. 

He chuckled as he brushed his lips across your face, the scent of mint strong as he turned his gaze towards you again, “You know you love it.” He hummed against your lips, leaving you with no room to agree. Even though he was right. You did love it.

And him. 

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[moralesluvr]

love the au mom Billie idea! Could you do one where like Celeste is a newborn and Sage is like 3ish and Celeste has to get her shots but both Billie and Celeste end up crying bc the baby is crying and we gotta help calm the both of them down 😭

AWWWW THIS IS SOOOO PRECIOUS !!

all tears | b. eilish.

the morning starts out like most others in your household— it’s somewhat peaceful, the smell of coffee brewing, breakfast at the table that you had whipped up, the tv silently rolling some 90s show that your family had found a liking to. your son, sage, was eating off of his spider-man accented plate, sitting on billie’s lap as he took a bite of his toast. your daughter, celeste, was sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, lips parted in her peaceful slumber, though she had no clue about the storms that would take place in a couple of hours.

“are you sure you’re okay taking celeste for her shots?” you ask, eyeing billie as she finishes off the last bit of her food, grabbing sage and kissing his forehead before placing him into the hardwood floors gently. she struts over to the couch where she grabs the diaper bag, determination etched on her face. “i’ve got this,” she says, though you can see the tiny flicker of doubt in her eyes.

“you know it’s harder on you than it is on her,” you tease gently, walking over to kiss her on the cheek, caressing the soft flesh with your ring-accented finger.

“i’ll be fine,” she insists, adjusting the straps of the bag on her back.

but you know billie. you know how she crumbles the second either of her kids so much as whimper, and it isn’t her fault— she just loves your babies so so much, and it hurts her to see them hurt. but it’s just shots, and it made you giggle a little when she would always cry at sage’s appointments, when sage wouldn’t even be shedding a tear.

when you arrive at the pediatrician’s office, it’s bright and sterile, the walls covered in cheerful murals of cartoon animals and cartoon characters. sage, clutching his stuffed bunny, sits beside you in the waiting area, happily distracted by the fish tank in the corner. billie holds celeste close, her hand resting protectively on the baby’s back as she coos softly.

“we’ll be quick, okay?” you tell sage, ruffling his curly hair. “just a few minutes, and we’ll go get ice cream, that sound good?”

he nods solemnly, though you know he’s only half-listening, his eyes glued to the colorful fish that swim peacefully around in the big tank. you giggle as sage sits in front of it, his little fingers dragging across each movement that the fish make.

the doctor, dr. hugo, is very friendly and gentle with celeste. she’s giggling at him, cooing back and forth and mimicking his words with incoherent sounds.

celeste is calm at first, her wide eyes darting around the room as the pediatrician speaks in soothing tones, letting you and billie know that she’s about to get the shot, the details, etcetera. but the second the needle appears, it’s like celeste knows.

her little face scrunches up, and then comes the wail—a piercing, heart-wrenching sound that cuts straight through you. you wince a little— you hated seeing her cry, but you figured that once the shot’s over, everything would be alright.

billie visibly flinches, her grip on celeste tightening as tears immediately spring to her eyes.

“oh no, baby,” she murmurs, her voice trembling as she tries to soothe celeste, her own tears now streaming down her face. “it’s okay, mama’s here.”

you step in quickly, gently placing a hand on billie’s shoulder. “hey, she’s alright baby. it’s just for a second,” you remind her, your voice calm but firm— you’re really calming her more than you’re calming celeste.

but billie’s shaking her head, her bottom lip in a pout as celeste’s cries grow louder. “i can’t stand this,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “she’s so little, and she’s so upset—”

“billie,” you cut her off gently, cupping her cheek so she looks at you. “she’s okay. you’re okay. we’re almost done— it’s good for her.”

the pediatrician offers a sympathetic smile as he finishes up, handing celeste back to billie, who immediately cradles her close, kissing her forehead.

“shh, it’s okay, sweet girl,” billie whispers, though her own sniffles betray her.

sage, who had been quietly watching from the chair in the corner, finally speaks up. he was so quiet, you honestly didn’t even know he had come back into the room.

“mama, why are you crying?” he asks billie, tilting his head in confusion.

billie lets out a watery laugh, brushing her tears away. “because your sister’s gotta get her shots, and it makes mama sad, too.”

sage seems to think about this for a moment before hopping off the chair and walking over. he places his little hand on billie’s leg, his stuffed spider-man clutched in the other.

“it’s okay, mama,” sage says earnestly. “that’s why…you’re the best mama in the whole world! because you’re nice and you love us!”

the words seem to break something in billie, who pulls sage into a hug with one arm, celeste still nestled against her chest.

“thank you, baby,” billie whispers, her voice thick with emotion, “i love you so much.”

you crouch down beside them, wrapping your arms around all three of your babies, basking in the moment for a second with sweet and loving eyes, your heart full.

celeste’s cries are already softening, her tiny hiccups fading as she nestles closer to billie.

“ice cream now?” sage asks, his eyes hopeful, breaking the sweet silence that engulfed your little family.

you laugh, kissing sage’s cheek. “absolutely. ice cream for all of us— except for mama.”

“why me?!” billie hollers as the pediatrician dismisses you, everyone treading out to the parking lot.

you giggle, “no ice cream for cry babies.”

your comment makes billie roll her eyes, and sage pouts as he looks up at you, “be nice, mommy. i think mama should get ice cream, too.”

“yeah!” billie giggles defensively, “see, i know sage will always have my back.”

and as you all pile into the car, billie finally looks over at you, her eyes still a little red but filled with gratitude. “thank you,” she says softly.

“always,” you reply, taking her hand.

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[aotopmha]

I saw Sonic movie 3.

And it was a really solid movie, in fact, surprisingly strong in terms of theme and character writing in particular even if I already expected an improvement.

But I think the blunt nature of the movie was my favourite aspect of it.

It had the brisk pacing and concise writing of the best Dragon Ball movies.

I saw some reviews say the second act was slower than they would've liked, but I never felt any kind of slowdown myself.

There was some stilted exposition here and there, but because the movie was so propulsive, none of it ever overtook the story to the point where it started affecting its overall quality, same for the pop culture references or human characters (helps that the roles the humans got were relevant to the story at hand).

Some of the references were actually funny because of the more snappy execution – among other elements the comedic timing for jokes improved considerably here (though I personally still could do without most of the referencing).

They did exactly what I think they needed to do, which is to tighten the pacing and focus on the strongest aspect of their writing: the forementioned themes and characterisation.

Team Sonic was great, the Robotniks were great and Shadow was great.

Though by the end, there was a mild nagging wish for just a little bit more of everything on my part.

All of the above elements were great, but because there were so many characters to focus on in a relatively short span of time, the exact opposite issue for pacing in comparison to the previous movies popped up in that I think the movie needed just a little bit more runtime to let some scenes sit a little more.

Because it was so larger-than-life, I also had no issues with the back and forth between comedic and serious scenes like I saw some reviewers say they had, as well, not just because it is a movie about an anthropomorphic blue hedgehog, but also because the movie did a great job of setting the tone to make the more ridiculous elements work.

The best I had to say about Sonic 2 is that it was a live action cartoon and Sonic 3 fully embraces this element of itself.

So, the movie is as fantastic of a Sonic Adventure 2 adaption you could get given the time limitation of a movie, but just short of truly amazing because of it, as well.

What truly surprises me is that I think I can recommend this as a generally good movie, not just a good movie for Sonic fans.

I brought this up with the other two, but these movies feel like classic 90s kids' movies and this movie is that ten fold.

Definitely, absolutely go see it if you're a Sonic fan, though.

SPOILERS FROM HERE.

They totally killed both of the Robotniks because they don't know if they can get Jim Carrey back, and if they are able to get him back, they'll absolutely bring him back.

He was at his peak performance here in my eyes, but more than that I love how he ended up also having a character arc that tied to the themes of the story along with Sonic and Shadow.

Putting everything else aside, I think the part of the movie which earned that 88% Rotten Tomatoes rating with the critics is the strong thematic throughline augmented by the extremely economically told character stories.

Gerald Robotnik's existence allowed to explore Ivo Robotnik and his lack of any familial connection similarly to Shadow's and Sonic's familial losses.

Robotnik's farewell and acknowledgement of Stone at the end of movie not only paid off his arc in the movie (the realisation that he did not share his grandfather's hatred for humanity), but also all of the screentime Stone and Eggman had in the other two movies.

While Sonic's similarity to Shadow was highlighted when Shadow attacked and seriously injured Tom (even without willingly wanting to do so) and Sonic temporarily went down a similarly vengeful, solitary path.

Unlike Shadow, however, he ultimately chose the different, better path, by sparing him.

And both of them understood each other by the end because of their shared experience of loss.

I think how Shadow and Knuckles were handled actually was the best example of this movie's extremely tight script.

Shadow actually didn't talk that much, with a very large chunk of his story actually being "shown" via flashbacks characterising Maria, but when he did, it always felt like it had gravitas.

And to me the absolute best of this was the scene at the tail end of the movie where you actually see Maria die; the cinematography transitioning to present Shadow powering the Eclipse Cannon said everything it needed to say just via the visuals and nothing else. It was a fantastic example of "show, don't tell".

Because it is all so firmly consistent, when it all comes together in the final 20 to 30 minutes, everything feels natural and earned.

Everything connects and makes sense on a character level, even if the plot itself uses a bunch of coincidence/contrivance to streamline the order of events and, in turn, all of the side characters tie into this three-way web.

I mentioned Stone, Tom (earlier in the movie, Tom also has a thematically good, if more stilted heart to heart with Sonic) and Maria (who I also like because she's just a fairly normal kid in this interpretation of the story), but I actually really want to highlight Tails and Knuckles, as well.

Moreso Knuckles because I like how the argument throughout the movie about the team name evolves from Team Sonic or Team Knuckles to just "team" by the end and I really like how Knuckles responds to (and opposes) Sonic recklessly asking to use the Master Emerald, which ties into the themes of the second movie. It's a surprising bit of refreshing nuance.

I think Tails is the most standard out of all three, serving as a mediator and the brains of the operation, mostly staying the same from the previous movie, with perhaps simply less prominent admiration for Sonic.

Everything, from sometimes to the smallest of lines or visuals to the most impactful ones is tied to the theme of family and familial loss.

Eventhough they have such comparatively small roles in the movie, even Tom and Maddie wanting to join the insanity is a great payoff when thinking about where their characters started.

This story has a theme that is extremely old, but you can't argue with rock solid thematic/character substance (and so can't the critics it seems).

Do I myself think as highly of the movie as the current Rotten Tomatoes score?

Not really, I think I see it more in the ballpark of a firm 7-8/10, but it certainly is fantastic for what it is trying to be.

Thinking a little bit about the future, though, I'm really curious about what they'll do with Metal Sonic and Amy because I think CD and Heroes are to this day my personal "flawed favourites" of the series.

CD was my favourite Sonic game when I was younger because I loved the aesthetics of it, from the intro to the zones to music and Metal Sonic might be my favourite rival character for Sonic because of how the game presents its set pieces.

Unfortunately, I think it just doesn't hold up in terms of level design, in the same way how I think Heroes has awesome level design, but does not hold up because of the control issues and glitches.

So if there's one Sonic movie made "for me", it'll be this 4th one.

I certainly have much higher expectations for it with the context of this one, at least.

[ink-stainedkiss]

Love is So Cruel - Yuji Itadori

Synopsis: Your breakup with Yuji was probably one of the worst memories you can think of, even if you dated when you were both so young. Now, both of you have grow and see each other once again at a Christmas party. Outside, Yuji wants to know why he can’t be happy and have you at the same time…

Sigh, you guys have got to hate me. It’s quite literally Christmas Eve and I’m only gifting you sadness. 🙁 the bad thing is I can't stop because angst hurts so bad, but it makes my frontal lobe develope in the right way. Aways, only one more day till Christmas and I promise I will give you all a real gift. Please feel free to comment and request! I love seeing your ideas❤️

Warnings:None, unless you count sadness as a trigger.

Word count: 1.6k

The wind rushed by. Its coldness makes good bumps rise on your skin at the smallest touch. You could be warm, inside with all of your loved ones and friends. A comforting yellow glow illuminated from the house and the light was so enchanting, but you needed to settle something. At first, the party was great. The food was homemade and delicious. A Christmas movie played in the background, something old and familiar that anyone could sit down and watch. Small games were happening in the dining room, gifts were being passed back and forth, and no one was sure what they would get.

It was a beautiful sight, but you weren’t inside to see it. You stood, in the cold, a light jacket providing no warmth, but how could you care about the weather when he was standing right next to you? Even past the small flurries of snow, his light pink hair showed through, looking as bright as it did all those years ago. There was a cup in his hand that he occasionally sipped at. You didn’t have to guess what was in it. You watched him carefully. He looked so grown. He was taller, his shoulder broader, and his teenage features were nothing but a memory. It seemed just yesterday he was bouncing around the school, excited and so naive to exercise curses.

The job kills. Mentally and physically. You were just some of the ‘lucky’ people who had kept all of their limbs. But you weren’t out here to talk about being successful sorcerers. No. Yuji cleared his throat, not daring to look you in the eyes as he said,” So, you and Megumi look happy.”

You can’t stop the soft smile that melts onto your face. You and Megumi had gotten married a little over five months ago and things were going a lot better than expected,” We are.” You were happy, so so happy, but tonight, as Megumi held onto your hips, you had gotten a glimpse of the boy you loved so long ago. His face was showing an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

You understood why he wasn’t exactly thrilled that you were dating one of his closest friends, even if your relationship had ended. You understood if you were in his shoes, you would be just as numb. There was no pact. No promise. No soul-binding contract that vowed you would find each other again, so you hadn’t done anything wrong. You had simply…moved on. And you were so sure Yuji had done the same. Before Megumi and you even started dating, you checked Yuji’s posts, finding a gorgeous girl who held tightly too. Sure, at the time you felt how Yuji is feeling now, but you saw no point in grieving over a love that was bound to fall apart.

“Do you remember what you said to me that day?” His voice cut through your thoughts like a heated blade. It stunned you at first, but you slowly made the connection,” I do.” His eyes never left the trees encasing the humble home,” You told me that you will love me forever.” There was no amusement nor sadness in his tone,” And I believed you. I really did.”

You sighed, your breath forming a small cloud of fog,” That doesn’t mean I stopp-“

“Don’t.” He cut you off sharply,” Don’t lie to me. I saw how you looked at him and you never once looked at me like that.” His voice was bitter. Frankly, you scoffed,” We were kids Yuji. I committed to something I didn’t even understand completely. I just didn’t want you to hurt.”

“So you go and marry my best friend?” He spit, his jaw tightening. You inhaled slowly, trying to keep calm,”Did you expect me to just sit around and wish you would come back? I couldn’t do that to myself or Megumi. I had to continue to live.”

There was a reason for these venom-laced words being uttered. You and Yuji’s relationship didn’t end in a pretty way. Yuji had gotten too caught up in the missions and ultimately had forgotten about you and your well-being. So when you would scold him for being reckless, he only found it annoying, and after weeks of petty fights and disagreements, you decided it was time to go on a break. You suggested this in the middle of your guys' worst argument yet. You had already been crying, but when you muttered those words, tears started to flow from Yuji’s eyes.

You hated how he begged you to change your mind. He told you he could change and how much he loved you, but he had said those words before and nothing happened. So as he clung to your body, his tear-stained face in the crook of your neck, you told him the truth.

“I will love you forever. Nothing will stop that.”

A hiccup escaped the poor boy and he held you tighter,” Please, don’t leave me. I'm so sorry for everything I’ve done, just don’t go.”

Your heart panged harshly. Oh, how you wished he could turn his desperation into hate. His broken voice and deep sobs were some of the worst sounds you had ever heard. They made your skin crawl, your hands clamping into tight first, and worst of all, they made this so much harder. How easy it would be if Yuji were to despise your living being. Maybe then you could get through this.

Unbeknownst to you, amid your silence replaying the scene, a single tear streamed down your face and you quickly wiped it off. Love was so cruel. It felt nice to float above the clouds, soak in those mesmerizing sunsets and rises, but suddenly, the screen of ultraviolet was torn from your vision and as you looked down, you realized you were free-falling toward the cold and dark earth. Alas, you had already been crushed.

Slowly you turned your head, gazing longingly at the people inside, and you told yourself it was time to go. For the first time that night, you looked at Yuji willingly,” I’m sorry, again.” He made no comment, but you weren’t looking for one,” Maybe in another universe we could have worked out.”

You turned, body screaming to be free from the freezing temperatures, but in the blink of an eye, you were being forced back towards Yuji, who had grabbed your hand all too quickly. He held you close, your bodies touching. The warmth he was producing was almost soothing, but you didn’t move an inch. You stared up into his eyes and it was as if he had been rejuvenated and you were looking at the same Yuji you held onto that night. Even in the darkly lit area, you could see the sadness welling in his eyes.

“Why not this one?” His voice cracked and you felt a wave of Deja Vu. His eyes searched so desperately for an answer, but you couldn't find one. At least one that could give him peace. It was a soul-shattering display. To see someone so determined to be strong for the people he cared about, being torn apart by losing the only one he loved. If you couldn't see how much you meant to him then, then you surely saw it now.

Guilt was eating away at you and it only got worse as he tried to pull back the tear falling from his eye. Instinctively, you cupped his cheek, your thumb wiping away the droplet and caressing his tired face. You loathed how he leaned into your palm, needing some sort of affection, even as the sparks of hope flickered out.

“I know you’ll find someone Yuji.” You stated under your breath,” Someone who laughs with you. Someone who loves video games and movies,” You let out a bittersweet chuckle,” And I know you will find happiness.” Your tiny smile faded,” Just promise me something.”

“Anything.” He said instantly.

“Promise me that you will go out and find her, instead of only searching in the past.”

Your words hit Yuji right in the heart, but deep down, past the yearning and grief, he knew you were right. So as much as his heart denied it, he nodded slowly. You gave him a smile, one that unfortunately made his heartbeat pick up. Slowly you let go of the boy, trying to ignore how his hold on you lingered until you were taking a step back.

“Hey!”

You both whipped your heads around, finding your loving husband standing in the doorway,” You guys are going to miss dirty Santa if you keep chatting out here.” You watched as Megumi held himself, never one to enjoy the cold, and giggled,” Sorry love, we’ll be inside in a second.”

He nodded, already moving back into the warm room,” Good. I don’t want either of you freezing your ass off.” And with that, he shut the sliding door.

It was quiet after he left. You watched the snow-covered floor, and then you made your way back to look at the man,” I’ll see you around, Itadori.” He didn’t have time to respond as you walked away, heading inside to your husband and the party. Megumi opened the door for you, planting a sweet kiss on you the moment you stepped foot into the room and Yuji could see it all.

The only thing that mattered was that you were happy and if that meant it wasn’t with Yuji, then he was going to have to accept your wishes.

Sadly for both you and him, the only person you described matched only one person. But he had already let them slip through his fingers.

[galactichoneybee92]

So obviously there's a lot of things to talk about in this new episode, but there's one thing that's really standing out to me and it's this:

I really think that Blitz and Octavia would get along.

I know it's super easy to think that they wouldn't, especially considering the current situation and Octavia's feelings about everything, but hear me out. We don't have a lot of interaction between the two of them (Which is a crime and I want more) but the few bits we do have they really do seem to be on pretty similar pages. Think about it. The first time we ever see them "together" is when Stolas is talking to Blitz on the phone in Loo Loo Land. Even though they aren't physically in the same space they have that scene where Stolas is getting super out of pocket like only season 1 Stolas can and it's cutting back and forth to the both of them saying "What the fuck!" Same page.

Later on in the park we have the scene where Blitz is telling her to hold on so he can keep giving Stolas a run down of what NOT to do to him in this theme park and he calls her "sweetie" and maybe that doesn't mean anything but idk Blitz likes kids. I think it's cute. Additionally she also didn't want Stolas doing any of those things to Blitz in the park so once again they're on the same page there.

In the few Octavia episodes we've gotten, including Seeing Stars, Octavia has never really seemed to harbor any hatred toward Blitz. After all, he's not her father. He never made her any promises and so he's never lied to her, which is the part of all of this that she seems the most upset about.

And that brings us to Sinsmas. The first little detail is that in Blitz's fantasy of the perfect future, the little Christmas scene, it wasn't just him and Stolas but also Loona and Octavia. Blitz has accepted that he loves Stolas and that Stolas loves Octavia and so Octavia is welcome as part of the family. Though imperfect, Blitz loves being a dad and I think he would love being a step-dad just as much.

And lastly we get the scene that inspired this entire post: The fight with Andrealphus when Blitz is saying that him getting his ass handed to him is "a bad look" and Octavia just nods and says "A very bad look." They're in total agreement there and Idk I just feel like the two of them would really get along.

I think that she would find Blitz cringey, because she's 17 and finds everyone cringey, but I think she would love being sisters with Loona and I think she would find Blitz funny. I know the situation is contentious at the moment but I would love it if there was a convenient plot device in season 3 that throws the two of them together. I want them to get to know each other, and I want her to get to witness Blitz and Stolas being happy together, and how Blitz treats Stolas better than Stella ever did.

Maybe I'm crazy but I can't help but feel like once Octavia and Stolas work through their issues, Octavia would really like being part of the IMP extended family. I think her and Blitz would be really close if they got the opportunity.

[justrainandcoffee]

A new beginning

Christmas is about wishes coming true.

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Summary: Christmas is always about surprises and Rose arriving unexpectedly to James' apartment isn't the exception. Only that the presents for him and the chinchilla aren't the only thing she has for him. That Christmas eve, after only eight months together, the biggest step until that moment for them is about to come.

Warnings: None. || M' eudail (Gaelic) means my dear, ketzele (Yiddish) means kitten.

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Rose never cared about Christmas. Never understood people going crazy days before the 25th of December. Never understood the pressure of people reunited with relatives they didn't stand just because it was Christmas. Holidays for her and her family meant something else.

Those first days of Hanukkah, for example, were days enjoying the company of her mother, brothers and grandmother who was also in charge of the meals something she really loved. It was nice hearing her little brother Louis talking about his Bar Mitzvah, even when he was way too young to celebrate his yet. Hanukkah for her meant funny moments singing songs in Yiddish all together. That was something they always did since Rose was still a little girl joining, when he was still alive, the graceful voice her grandfather had. So, the craziness before Christmas wasn't part of her.

It's not like she didn't enjoyed the Christmas lights, the smell of different food in the Christmas markets or the stupid romantic movies, but it was something she didn't experience and didn't feel the urge to feel.

Yet, that year, two days before Christmas she was in a mall full of people carrying bags, kids crying because they wanted to see Santa, employers stressed thanks to ruthless costumers and shops filled with decorations that left no room to the what was on the other side of the hallway. And yet, she managed to buy something for James and his two brothers. And also his chinchilla, Patrick.

Because of work, James couldn't fly to Dublin to spend Christmas with Jared and Jay. And his friends in London were with relatives or out of town. So, that Christmas eve James found himself eating alone and watching an old football match on TV. His girlfriend for eight months now was in her house celebrating Hanukkah with her family. It was one of those years were both religions coincidentally, celebrated the same day.

Pat was outside his cage, chewing James' shoes as it was usual while he had his phone in his hand and was texting his brothers.

So the last thing he expected on Christmas Eve was hearing the ring. His first thought was that it was a neighbour, but it wasn't.

"Jamie!" Rose said entering his apartment without invitation. She was carrying so many bags that he wasn't sure how she did it from the nain door to there. His girlfriend started to go back and forth his place putting different things around. Including a tray on the table "A gentle woman opened the door of the building and let me in, that's why I couldn't let you know I was outside. Fuck, James, trying to get a cab tonight it's harder than for you, Catholics, meet Jesus or whatever." Rose finally left the last bag on the floor. Sorry, I should have let you know I was coming but was part of the surprise. Good night, love."

"How much energy do you have, Róisín?" he asked, looking at her. "I have so many questions! First of all… what are you doing here? Weren't you in your house celebrating Hanukkah?"

"I was, indeed! But I always knew I wanted to spend Christmas eve with you even if I didn't mention it. Ketzele, you don't deserve to spend this night alone with Patrick and watching…" she turned her head to the tv "Are you watching a football match from three months ago?"

"I was, yes. So, you skipped your celebration to come here?"

"That's what I did. For you I'd skip Hanukkah and set Buckingham Palace on fire. Do you want me to set the Palace on fire?"

"That could be awesome. But leave it for another occasion," he said laughing with her. "m' eudail, really what…? You didn't need to do this, darling."

"No, but what if I wanted to?, you deserve it, ketzele. You can teach me some traditions you have. Any of them include wearing…? She started to unbutton her coat only to reveal her sweater and its stamp on it. The face of the snowman made him smile again.

"Did you buy yourself a Christmas sweater?"

"Technically it has nothing to do with Christmas but winter. But in short, yes. It was the least Christmas themed sweater they had there. And it's kinda cute, don't you think?"

"I think it's adorable. Like you are. Honestly, Rosie, you didn't have to. And all those bags and presents?"

"Just presents for you and Patrick, your brothers… and maybe us."

"Us?"

"Yes. And not just the dinner, because I knew you were going to eat just chicken nuggets, but other things too."

"You came here just to spend time with me and not your family, you brought present for me and Pat, a whole Christmas Eve dinner and I have nothing for you."

"I don't need anything. Or you can give me a kiss, I've been craving for one since for the last two days," she said before he made her wishes true.

That was the first Christmas Eve together, eating kosher food that was part of the meal her grandmother prepared for her family. Instead of the football match now the tv was showing Christmases around the world and their differents ways to celebrate it. On the same table they were at, Patrick was eating a salad made especially for him while wearing a Santa hat.

"Do you want to walk around here enjoying the night?" he asked later while they were resting on the sofa watching a cheesy movie.

"I'd like that," she said.

Once the first excitement moments were over, once they ate and watched the movie, Rose was quieter than usual and that was something that James noticed.

The cold night invited people to stsy inside with their beloved ones and yet, like them, several others wete enjoying the freezing but yet beautiful night.

While walking, he put an arm around her shoulders bringing her next to him.

Some stalls on the street market were open and even when they were full after eating dinner, the free treats they gave them were well received.

Yet, there was something about her that was worrying him.

"Come with me," James said taking her hand. They went to an empty alley decorated with fairy lights that hung up from one another to the other side of the street. He picked her up and sat her down on a wall decorated with flowers and cut one to put it in the beanie she was wearing. He smiled at her.

"There's something bothering you, Róisín. But I don't know what."

Above their heads, the Christmas lights were twinkling. She was sitting in the edge of the wall resting her hands on his shoulders while her boyfriend was holding her by her waist.

"Yes. There's something else I want to tell you, James."

"Well, tell me."

"First, whatever your answer is… I mean, you can say no and it's fine, I'm not going to get mad. I love you."

"I love you, too. But, now you're scaring me, what is it?"

"I've been thinking- uhm. Fuck, in my mind this sounded easier. I know it can sound rushed, I know we know eachother for less than a year, but…"

"God, Rose, just say it! You're making me nervous."

"I want to live with you," she finally said it. "I want to live with you. Every time I leave your place, I feel bad. And the more time we spend together, the harder it is. I can pay half of the rent, we can split the bills. Same with the groceries. But only if you want."

With his mouth slightly open, he didn't say a word but Rose felt his hands pressing against her body.

"Do you want to live with me?"

"Yes, well it depends on you. Is it too soon? I don't want to ruin our relationship. I can wait, I can visit you, I can stay some weekends. It's just-"

"Shut up, Rose Coldwell," he said putting a finger on her lips "In two months I have the option to renew the lease or not. Do you want to know what I think? I think it's time to find a new apartment, bigger this time. For you and me. I wanted to move from that place anyway."

The smile on her face made James smile as well "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Very. We're going to be happy… happier, Róisín." James moved his hand to her cheek and kissed her. "If someone at the beginning of the year told me that I was going to end it, not just in love but living with my girlfriend, I'd have thought that it was a complete nonsense, m' eudail. You weren't in my plans at all and it's exactly that's what makes everything more special."

"You weren't in mine either." she confessed as she intertwining her fingers with his. "And two months sounds good to me."

"You still can move with me, if you want, until we find the new place but…" he stopped for a moment "I'm going to rephrase that: just move with me now."

"It's not like I already spend three or four days of the week already there," Rose whispered closing her eyes because he was about to kiss her.

"You can spend the seven days there," James murmured against her lips.

"I say yes."

It was over midnight when they promised to start a new future together and they sealed it with a kiss.

Passing by, a ginger woman named Euphemia Hill, saw them and smiled. Sometimes, love was more powerful than fate and she lived enough lives to know that. Who was her to impede the love that clearly Rose felt for that young man? This time, Alfie and Rose were going to wait 50 years to meet eachother. There was a man in Birmingham ready to move to London and cross paths with Alfie, again, only that this time he wasn't going to screw up his happiness. Same way Rose wasn't going to ruin her relationship with James. A new beginning for the four of them.

One where everyone involved was going to be happy.

If you don't know who Euphemia Hill is you can find her story here. But in short, is the immortal witch guiding the story of Alfie and Rose from the shadows. The one who made possible their soulmate love.

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@call-sign-shark @hoodeddreams13 @zablife @peakyswritings @cillmequick @evita-shelby

[that-one-kiddo-in-the-back]

Hate to be that bitch..

Oh, who am I kidding.

I don't really like answering any of her asks because it's more fun to make fun of it. However, I love "jerk with a heart of gold" characters, so I wanna answer it.

Here's 👏��the 👏🏻thing.

A bunch mistake jerk with asshole.

Put yourself in the shoes of the character of the jerks' affection and think realistically. Would you put up with some rando making putting down a hobby or just making fun of it. Is the MC witty or shy? If witty, then make it so they have a back and forth with even footing. If shy, then make sure the Jerk isn't going over a line. (Where that line is is for you to decide, but I would recommend not making MC cry)

Don't leave the golden heart out as it makes sure the Jerk shows more affection to the MC than one-off randos in the stories.

[jazeswhbhaven]

I love when I find picrews to fuel my own AUs (random blurb below the cut)

Now my OCs are kissing. Cain ofc is bratty asf, Damian is being himself. (what's the fun part is that they're both fankids but Damian is Lucifer's kid with one of my other OC's) Their ship is that Damian is older than Cain by a couple centuries give or take. But they don't really cross each other's paths at all until Cain's anniversary of becoming the ruler of Hell. (to make things easier he's like 20ish in human years and Damian is in his later 20s)

What brings them together is Damian's "rudeness" of not knowing who Cain is he's only heard of him and never knew what he looked like. Plus Damian goes back and forth from Hell and Earth periodically so he's not really up to date with many things.

While Cain is Hellborn naturally by two devil parents, Damian is mixed, Angel/Dragon/Human (his mother is half dragon and one of the last female dragon's that lived in Gamigin's prior realm! It's a long story I think I already talked about it before? Maybe? Perhaps later) Also Despite Damian being the older one, he's quite immature at times and likes to tease Cain who's pretty much similar to Leviathan in mannerisms based on "formality" but as his walls break down, he's more relaxed.

(look at Cain he's so damn grumpy lmao)

The colors are close enough though not entirely accurate to their design, especially for Cain's hair which is Leviathan's hair color if I remember correctly is like a dirty blonde? All all they had was the golden blonde 😭 so ig he gets this color which is closer to an off white/Satan's hair (the tips of his horns are red, so these horns work)

His style of dress again, is reminiscent of Hades since that's where he grew up majority of the time, but what's not seen in the photo is that he wears the same boots Satan gave him when he first started walking (they grow with him based on magic and they're resistant to all types of daily and heavy duty wear)

I also had him facing toward Damian because there was no option to add his third eye.

Damian here looks pretty spot on to how I designed him, only difference is his vitiligo isn't showing because there was no option for it and the scar that's on his eyebrow goes all the way down through his eye. Unlike his father Lucifer who very serious and doesn't react as much, he's the complete opposite very affectionate, though can be a bit of a pain in the butt. However, his voice is monotone, very chill (think of those asmr folks) and doesn't seem to match his facial expressions so he sounds condescending which isn't entirely his fault lol

Lucifer swears that it's as if the universe took the best parts of himself and his mother and threw it into Damian. ANYWAYS that's me and my random blurb for today. I'm currently working on inbox stuff so it will be radio silent for a while and then bursting with activity on my blog...I've also been updating my computer a bunch today so there's that. link to the picrew btw: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/2578443

[paxcallow]

do you think we could pretty please have some razlili they give me life🙏🙏🙏

DON'T MIND IF I DO!!! i am sorry anon that this is sososo late, i fell crappy ill for several days and also was drawing a whole several page comic in response to this ask for some reason. i'll post that too but here

busteeed

[piratekane]

Kate pauses, the coffee pot titled over her to-go mug as the freshly-brewed dark roast starts to fill it. “Another undercover assignment? For both of us?” Lucy carefully takes the pot from Kate, leveling it off before all 8 ounces end up on the counter. ���Cool, right? A joint undercover operation. Thelma and Lousie, teaming up to take on the bad guys.”

i do, you do, we do - the imagined opening and closing scenes of NCIS: Hawai'i season 3, episode 4 (aka The Newlyweds episode).

[silverwhittlingknife]

I noticed something in a lot of your Dick and Tim fics. It's probably so obvious, but you always write that Tim is watching Dick. In your newest one, Tim's watching Dick, in The Return Tim's watching Dick, and you even write that Tim is always watching him. Is Tim trying to read Dick? Trying to understand? Or does he understand him by watching? What is he trying to figure out by watching Dick? What does that say about Tim? I really hope this is intentional lmao because I would be embarrassed. Maybe this is just something so obvious that I'm just getting now.

YES IT’S ON PURPOSE <333 Anon. Anon. I'm so sorry this answer took forever, but listen, this was a really delightful ask <333 I think about this a lot.  I really love origin stories—I like stories that resonate through a character’s history. 

And for me, a whole lot of what interests me about Dick and Tim is that theme of watching and being watched. Seeing and being seen.

"Watch me on the trapeze, Tim. I'm going to do my act...'specially for you." | "Timmy, don't look." | "I turned away... I couldn't watch. Then I heard you crying and I turned back... I'm sorry, Dick. I didn't want to hurt you by telling you all this." Dick's watching me. Gauging my reactions. (Tim watching Dick watching Tim!) | "I'm taking off the blindfold." "No!" | "I can't see him. You can't see him. But I know Robin. And Robin's always there when you need him." | I love that kid. Too much to let him see me like this. (But Tim spots him anyway.)

Spotlights and lighthouses and cameras and photographs. Blindness and vision and masks and detective work and trust.

I'm going to try to be coherent about this but it's gonna be incoherent sdfsf BUT I'M GOING TO TRY so. Below the cut, a really long grab-bag of my rambling on vision and watchers and watching.

Tim + watching / Dick + being watched / different dynamics

Tim's origin story

Being watched goes with vulnerability/exposure

Incomplete list of moments with Dick and Tim and vision

Tim + watching

The first time we see Tim's face in LPoD: a close-up on his eyes looking for Dick, a close-up on his eyes at the moment that he sees Dick, a pullback to his face at the moment of recognition, a pullback to his face + his camera (you could maybe even argue that Tim comes into existence at the moment that he sees Dick, like, conceptually. the act of seeing is his defining characteristic. it is the thing that makes his character happen. he is the kid who's watching.)

Tim's a very vision-centric character: he's first introduced as a camera, then as a pair of binoculars, then as a pair of eyes. His whole backstory is about watching: watching Dick's parents die, watching Dick on TV, watching Batman and Robin. I've grabbed a few panels above with Tim watching Dick but there are so many more. His major deductions are all vision-based: he sees Dick-the-acrobat and later recognizes Dick-as-Robin; he sees Bruce-in-the-past and recognizes him as Bruce-of-our-time; the climactic moment in Red Robin is about going into a dark cave with a torch so he can see what's there.

And he's a detective. He pries into secrets. He analyzes people. He's a worrywart and a fusser who always wants to understand what's going on with other people. In a lot of those panels where Tim's watching Dick, his inner monologue is busy deducing Dick's emotions and trying to psychoanalyze him. Tim's caring and watchful and intuitive... but all those qualities also make him very very intrusive.

Dick + being watched

Dick performing acrobatics for Bruce, Donna, and Tim in Detective Comics 38 (his first appearance), New Teen Titans 16, Batman 441, and Nightwing 88 (where he reflects he's glad to be back in the hot glare of the spotlight)

Dick's a detective too, of course - Tim deliberately mirrors Dick, both in-universe and out-of-universe. But also Dick's a performer who loves being watched and also wants to control how he's seen. He gets a kick out of showing off, making puns, kicking ass, taking names, and he gets a kick out of having an appreciative audience. And he's got a kind of yearning for recognition - it hurts, when Bruce won't look at him, and in fights with Bruce, Babs, Roy, he'll often bring up the past, trying to get them to acknowledge a shared history.

At the same time, he's a very private person who withdraws and hides and pushes people away when he's upset. Right before Tim shows up, Dick's just ghosted the Titans because he's having emotional turmoil and doesn't want to have it in front of them, and they're trying to respect his wishes... but that solitude doesn't last long, because then Tim tracks him down. Tim will do this again when Dick's having an emotional crisis and trying to avoid everybody in Nightwing 110.

Possible dynamics

Tim watches Dick in Robin 11, while silently analyzing Dick's anxieties about Two-Face

"The watcher and the person being watched" is a dynamic that really interests me, partly because it can be so complicated?

You can see in Dick and Tim their very first roles: enthusiastic performer and the enthusiastic audience member. Dick likes to perform and show off and entertain; Tim likes to watch; those are roles they both easily slide into and they have a lot of fun together! But also you can look at the harsher side: the crime victim and the voyeur, the amateur photographer and the guy who hates being photographed. Dick's intensely private about his vulnerabilities; Tim's intrusive and watchful and constantly trying to figure out how other people tick. Sometimes Tim's the caring friend who watches Dick closely, reads him well, understands him; sometimes he's the nosy mini-detective who pries into Dick's secrets. And that's just two different ways of describing the same thing!

One of the things that kinda fascinates me about Dick and Tim's relationship is that in a lot of ways it's built on a bunch of low-key boundary violations. A lot of their early relationship is driven by Tim's desire to know more about Dick vs. Dick's reluctance to get close to anyone from Gotham; Tim's often out-of-line, but without his pushiness, it's hard to see how they would've developed a relationship at all. Later on, their friendlier relationship is marked by Dick teasing and low-key bullying Tim; it's pretty obvious that Tim isn't actually bothered by this, but it does involve Dick ignoring whatever Tim's claiming he doesn't like ("Quit it!" "Shh").

And one of the aspects of those boundary-violations is that Tim has a habit of witnessing things that Dick would prefer that nobody see. Tim's a witness to Dick's first and most miserable tragedy; he sees the aftermath of some of Dick's fights with Bruce; he's there when Donna dies. And he's sharp and observant and analytical, and I like to imagine this as being something Dick's not entirely comfortable with.

When Dick first meets Tim, it's before he's learned to wear a mask. And Tim spends a lot of time trying to see through Dick's masks, and he's pretty good at it, and a lot of that prying comes from love and care, because one of the ways that Tim shows love and respect and admiration is by trying to absorb absolutely everything about you, like a little sponge. But there's also something unsparing and even threatening about the search for the truth of someone else. It can be comforting or threatening, to know someone's watching you.

And I love how all that complexity is wrapped up in Tim's origin story? Both the giddy childish "Watch me on the trapeze" and then the awful grim reality of what Tim actually sees as a result and then the difficult connection when Dick and Alfred finally get Tim to explain how he knows their secret identities.

Tim's origin story

Tim (recounting his origin story in LPoD): My parents held me back as the thing moved to you. I cried out to warn you. (Two panels where we see just Tim's eyes, as he watches a crying Dick. He sees Batman approach and start trying to comfort Dick.)

I think fiction sometimes presents "being understood / seen / known" as an uncomplicatedly good thing, and there's nothing wrong with that! But I like complications, and I like the way Tim's origin story frames that moment of witnessing as difficult and fraught. Tim doesn't want to tell Dick how he knows their secret identities because he thinks it'll hurt Dick to know it: I don't want to hurt you, Dick, and I'm really afraid I might. And he's not wrong. It is painful; it does hurt; it's not something Dick's happy to know.

Dick's a very private person, and there's a painful intimacy to Tim's origin story - it's not Tim's fault he was there, but at the same time, it's not like Dick chose to have the most traumatic moment of his life on stage in front of an audience of strangers, you know? It's kind of a violation. In NTT/NT/Nightwing, Dick's pretty violently hostile to photographers, and he's intensely private about trauma in general, and I like to imagine this as partly a reaction to that foundational trauma of losing the most important people in his life and also doing it publicly.

And Tim's part of that audience. And he sees the worst part, the part that Dick can't talk about. He sees the bodies and the blood. He has nightmares about it for years. He hears Dick crying and sees him holding onto his parents' bodies. Not at all the kind of first impression Dick would want to make. Not at all the kind of person he wants to be seen as. And that understanding can be painful, because it's so close to the bone, and when Tim's just a stranger, it's upsetting, because Tim knows things that Dick would never have chosen for him to know. Their few conversations about it are awkward partly because Tim's thirteen and awkward... but at the same time, it's not Tim's fault so much as the situation! There's no way for Tim to talk about what he saw that wouldn't be uncomfortable for Dick.

... And yet, and yet. Tim's also one of the last people to see the Graysons alive. He sees Dick and his parents together; he even takes a picture with them. He remembers the whole thing so vividly he'll recognize Dick's somersault years later. He sees the grief. And so I think of that connection as kind of a metaphor for witnessing. Tim sees these things and they become real; Dick can't hide from them; in the act of being seen he's caught, he's in a spotlight, all the grief made real. You can't hide, that way. And Tim's got this unforgiving memory; he won't ever forget; he won't ever stop knowing.

But then, too: Dick's seen, he's known. Even at the very beginning, when Tim doesn't know enough to understand what he knows, he knows the important things.

So that shared memory is a barrier and a bond between them. It can be a source of discomfort or a source of comfort. And that's how I think about Tim watching Dick in general - it's complicated, and sometimes Dick's glad of it, and sometimes he resents it, and also it just is, it's a fact of Tim, that Tim watches. It's notable when he's not watching, when he's turned away.

Being watched goes with vulnerability/exposure

So I'm going to talk about the fraught feeling of being watched more in a little bit, but first: I think it's fascinating that Dick likes screwing around with games where Tim can't see!

Here's Nightwing 25 - Dick's come up with the idea of trainsurfing while blindfolded:

Tim: Are you sure this is such a good idea? Dick: Shh! Listen. Tune into the changing sounds and - Tim: I'm not so - Dick: JUMP!

Here's Robin 49 - clambering through a tunnel into No Man's Land:

Dick: Hard not to think about the river. All the water above us. And bugs. This tunnels' probably full of 'em. And rats. Big ones. Big blind rats with teeth as long as -

Here's Gotham Knights 9 - ambushing Tim in a sorta game of hide-and-seek:

Dick: Gotcha! Tim: Augh!

I feel like mmm I don't want to emphasize power dynamics too much because it's easy to overplay it BUT when I think about headcanons it's interesting to me to think about how maybe when Tim can't see, Dick's more in charge / in control, and so he feels more comfortable and less vulnerable, and that's often when he's most relaxed and playing around the most?

Whereas the moments when Tim's looking at him are often a bit more fraught, as here in Lonely Place of Dying:

Tim: I'm sorry, Dick. I really am. I didn't want to hurt you by telling you all this. Dick... Dick: It's all right, Tim. No matter how old you are, there are some things you never forget. Or get over. (Silent panel: Tim's watching Dick as Dick turns away and stares into the window.)

Or here in Nightwing 6, when Tim wakes him up from a nightmare:

Dick (internally, imagining a kid falling): He shouts to me. He always shouts to me. I never hear what he says. Tim: Nightwing! Wake up!

Or here in Gotham Knights 26, when Bruce is accused of murder:

(Silent panel where Tim's watching Dick.) Tim: I'm sorry. This must be hard for you. Dick: Me? Why? Tim: Well, I mean, it'd be one thing if we really knew he was innocent, but as it is - Dick: Wait, what? Stop right there. What are you saying, Tim?

Here's Tim spotting him before he can get away in Nightwing 110:

Dick (watching Tim from a distance, internally): Still, Timmy played it through nice and clean. Disarmed the perps, protected and avoided the cops. Kept any civilians from getting shot. God, I love that kid. Too much to let him see me like this. Tim: Hey! (appearing on the roof above him, fake-cheerful) You weren't gonna leave without saying hi, were you? Dick (looking away, very quietly): Hey, Timmy. Tim: Look at you, man! Back on both feet! Think you're done stopping bullets with your body for a while? Dick: Hope springs eternal. (Silent panel with Tim watching Dick, who's turned away.) Tim: You okay, Dick? Dick: I'm fine. Tim: Well, where're you staying these days? Dick: With some people.

Of course, sometimes Tim's watchfulness is frustrating but also a comfort, as in Detective Comics 874:

Tim (watching Dick, who's looking away): Are you listening to me, Batman? I'm saying the gas the Dealer used on you was powerful stuff. Dick: I'm fine, Red Robin. Besides...you're here now. Tim: You're not fine. And with or without me, you shouldn't be out on patrol ye - Dick: Sshhh. Here they come.

(Later in the comic, Dick mentally concedes that Tim's right that he hasn't really recovered from the gas, and Tim saves him from drowning when he's hallucinating. So Dick feels kind of exposed by the scrutiny, but also... he invited Tim along, so there's trust there, too - Tim's perceptiveness can be a good thing, too, when things are serious.)

Incomplete summary of moments with Dick and Tim and vision

I think I already mentioned a lot of these but here is my LIST

almost the first thing that Dick says to Tim is "watch me on the trapeze, Tim" and then Tim does and he basically never stops watching;

Tim watches Dick's parents die and watches Dick sobbing on-stage and watches him on TV and recognizes him by seeing a particular trick because he's dreamed about Dick doing the trick in his recurring nightmares about that night;

in New Titans 65 which is their very first team-up comic after Tim's origin, Dick's training pre-Robin Tim and gives him a test about watching for details and later Tim's takeaway is "I saw how [the Titans] listened to you";

there's a moment in Showcase '93 12 which is just Tim watching Dick and analyzing what's going on with him and there's another moment in Prodigal which is the same thing;

in Nightwing 6 Tim sneaks into Dick's apartment and hides in the dark and Dick spots him and tackles him; one of their most important bonding comics is Nightwing 25, where Dick insists on blindfolding him to get him to rely less on vision; when they sneak into No Man's Land they're in the dark and Tim can't see again and Dick's teasing him;

there are multiple moments when Tim can't see Dick for a bit and panics about his safety, in Nightwing 25, in No Man's Land, in Transference, in Bruce Wayne: Murderer;

Tim's there watching when Dick's wedding to Kory falls apart and he's there watching when Bruce and Dick fight and he's there watching when Donna dies and he's watching when Dick and Bruce swing together on the night before Infinite Crisis, and when Dick goes down and almost dies in Infinite Crisis we cut to Tim watching and seeing it happen and screaming;

there are multiple moments which are just silent panels of them staring at each other trying to figure out what's going on with each other or having a stand-off - in Bruce Wayne: Murderer, in Resurrection, in Red Robin;

in the aftermath of Donna's death there's a panel where Dick's watching Tim from a distance and not approaching;

in the aftermath of Blockbuster Dick spends half the comic just staring at Tim from a distance and hiding himself because "I love that kid - too much to let him see me like this," but Tim sees him anyway and chases him down and then they lie to each other and *ranting* LISTEN TO ME the whole comic is about Dick trying to AVOID being SEEN both literally but also METAPHORICALLY AND --!!!

(the only thing i'm even as halfway obsessive about for them is the heights thing because also there are a bunch of moments involving falling or Tim being anxious about heights and worried that he'll fall or Dick will fall)

In conclusion

Consider the progression in all these moments where Tim's watching an upset Dick and worrying about him!! From reaching out instinctively-but-pointlessly when he's too far away in the LPoD flashback, to almost reaching out in LPoD but hesitating, to putting a hand on Dick's back to walk him back to the Cave in Gotham Knights 10, to physically dragging him clear of the water in Batman: Black Mirror!

In conclusion I don't have a conclusion but basically YES, "watching Dick" is a core Tim characteristic as far as I'm concerned, and Tim watches Dick a lot and that can mean all kinds of things from admiration to nosy intrusiveness to worry to care to gratitude to trying-to-figure-out-what's-going-on-with-him, and sometimes Dick's resentful and sometimes he's relieved and sometimes he's playful and sometimes it's a mix of all those feelings.

And at first it's always Tim watching Dick, but later you've got Dick watching Tim too, and there's that moment where Dick's secretly watching him fight but Tim spots him in Nightwing 110 and there's a silent panel where Dick's watching him in Resurrection and at the very end of Robin there's a scene where Dick's secretly watching him fight but Tim spots him and in the very last issue of Red Robin Dick's watching the end of the confrontation with Boomerang and in Prodigal Dick's the one who notices his face is bruised and aaaaaaah

Anyway I think they're neat <3

[stonedstargazer666]

I just did the hardest thing in my life.

Now I'm not sure how to go about talking about something like this.... i'm not all here mentally so just bear with me.... TW: Death, passing of a loved one, and organ donation. self harm mentioned.

I'm in Louisiana… Got here yesterday, everything feels like a blur… yet it feels like it's moving in slow motion…. It feels really good to see my stepmom, and stepsibs and my half brother Bear who came down to Louisiana JUST for me. Bear and our dad didn't really have a relationship, not the way I did with our dad. But Bear came down from Minnesota for me..... and I'm truly grateful for that.

My dad was legally pronounced brain dead on September 3rd 2024. Yesterday, September 4th, 2024. He had his Hero Walk from his ICU room to the ambulance bay…. i feel… I dont know… I've only ever have seen that on like med dramas before.. ya know? There's a place out here were they take him to handle as they put it "His gifts". Because he was an organ donor… I'm so proud of him for that Oh my gods I'm so proud of him for that…. but that walk… seeing all those doctors and nurses staff. some of who are my step moms co workers… it was the hardest thing i have ever done/ had been a part of in my life…. there is already a recipient of his liver. My dad is going to save someone else's life….. (we just got a call from the place that he went to, they were able to recover his liver, and two other things for transplants!!! THREE THINGS. MY dad is helping three different people!!!!)

Before we did the Hero Walk, Bear got to hang up a flag in honor of our dad. which was flown at half mast at the hospital. He's keeping the flag. Yesterday I had the honor of recording his heartbeat, and it's on my phone. I haven't listened to it since recording it.... I'm scared too, but I know that I wanna save up to get a Seattle Seahawks bear from Build a bear and put his heartbeat in that. I know it's going to kill me everytime I play it, but I think it'll also help???? the jury is still out.. lol

THe hero's walk was so surreal.... seeing that in real life.... I...I don't know how to process it... the doctors, nurses, and staff lined the hallways from the ICU to the ambulance bay.... it was so quiet, and I was sobbing the entire time walking behind my dad. He really is a hero... and my respect for him grew. I already had so so much respect for him. But wow.... The hero's walk was up til today, something I only saw on med dramas.... it felt so heavy, every single one of those people in those hallways had such a heavy look of respect and admiration for my dad. I feel like I'm shock kinda.... just a lot going on my head I cant keep things straight tbh...

Everyone has been a mess, but I think my stepmom and I take the cake on being a mess. (She doesn't have Tumblr, and none of my other family do so i'm not worried about them seeing this heh...) I have been dissociating a lot... I think... been blasting Sleep Token a lot to deal with this.... I never thought that my dad would be gone so soon... It's weird sitting in his chair writing this, knowing that he would usually never let anyone else sit in it... I have moments of hearing his voice when it's completely silent.... it's a sound that I will never forget, and his deep belly laugh when you would get him rolling.... his smile... Gods... I don't know how to feel.... it's weird to be here without him.... I wouldn't be sober if it wasn't for my dad, yeah I made the choice to get sober, but he helped me. He let me scream, cry, vent.... I didn't go to rehab, I literally detoxed on a greyhound bus on my way to Ohio. but when I got to Ohio. My dad was a Video call away, and I called him a lot. He didn't care about my ramblings, or the fact that I can never stay on topic.... he did the same thing.

We are cremating him, and having a wake for him with a viewing... which is going to be really hard for me honestly. After seeing him in the ICU.... but I think it'll be nice. and by cremating him. I'll be able to always have a little piece of him with me always. I just need to find something for his ashes, something that means something to both of us. Just us. I don't know where to even start... I'm not gonna be able to do anything until next month anyway...... I honestly feel so lost right now.... I keep thinking who am I gonna call. and my first thought is my dad....

I can't call him, and it hurts so much. But I know he isn't in pain anymore. He's with his dad, and grandpa. He's with my grandma, and aunts who loved him. But.... I feel lost... my heart hurts so much... I know that I'll learn to cope, and with a lot of time. It will get easier, but it doesn't feel like it. It really doesn't...

there is a GoFundMe going... i can get it from my stepmom if anyone wants it.. it was set up by a family friend.. just dm me I guess. i'll answer DMS but that's really it.

Me and my dad in 2019 in Idaho

This picture of my dad, I'm not sure when it was taken, but he looks so cool.

My dad when he was about 17 or so and his Mopar, this is my absolutely favorite picture of him. Picture courtesy of my Uncle Floyd on Facebook hehe.

Then these are pictures of his flag, the first three I took from the parking lot of the hospital. the last one my brother Bear took. I'm gonna post more photos of my dad. My Uncle Floyd, his brother is sending me a lot, and my stepmom and I are going through his facebook page and shes telling me stories about some of them. While going through some of his stuff... I know its soon.... but honestly... I'm keeping a lot of it. IDK where I'm putting it. But so far its mainly clothes, and stuff me and TJ one of my partners can wear. Might give my other partner a shirt if they'd like....

My dad is a hero, and is going to be saving someone's life tonight with the gift of his liver. I am so proud to be his daughter, but at the same time I am so hurt that he's gone. A small piece of him is going to live on with somebody else, whoever that is. I know they will be grateful for this, and that makes me happy. so happy, my dad loved helping people. So he is very much a super hero in my eyes.

Fly high daddy. I love you so much. You are saving one more life tonight, and I am so proud of you. So very proud to be your daughter, thank you for being my dad and one of my best friends. Even if you said that we weren't. I feel in my heart of hearts we were, I will never stop thinking about you. Or what you would do, or say. what jokes you would make, or how you say them. I love you so so much. I know you will be watching over us from now on, and that you wouldn't want me crying. But dammit dad... you know how I am... I can't help it... It's going to take a while before I can think of talk about you with crying. and you know it. you were always my hero for many reasons....

Do you know how hard it is going to be for me? Not being able to call you? Not being able to excitedly chitter to you about small things like my crystals or tarot cards? or...or calling you crying because I don't feel good or I have cramps and you make me feel better by making me laugh?? I know you know... I get the concept. heh.. But...I guess something is coming from it. I'm getting to know my Uncle Floyd better... He misses you a lot dad, Floyd loves you so much. He's sending me all of these really neat pictures of you guys... and he was making me laugh. Explaining the difference between having a mullet, and having long hair with bangs... lol

Floyd has been checking in on me and everyone almost daily, I haven't talked to him this much ever... which, yeah I know I can't take all the blame. He even said so.... You know you two are so much alike its kinda scary. heh. He called me princess the other day while I was on greyhound. I don't think he was thinking about it to be honest. He's been calling me kiddo a lot, kinda like you did. I think its cute. hehehe. But I think sadly this was the push I needed to connect with him more... He also has a really nice voice, just like yours. And the push I needed to connect with Kim more too.

I know that because of my mom, my relationship with Kim has been kinda weird. But I'm realizing that... some information was revealed and more clarified to me about certain happenings with my mom and wellll.... let's just say there are A LOT of emotions right now with that... I don't even know where to begin on that.... woooboyyyy dad... there's a lot to unpack there... and I know we've kinda touched on this crap here and there and really talked about things from your point of view. But Kim told me stuffs that.... Well I'm gonna need to talk to my therapist about it first because I really don't know how to process it. Because it was during the time I was treating you so horribly.... and I'm sorry... I didn't fully know or understand what was going on. I know I know I don't have to apologize for anything I know. But knowing this new information..... I'm sorry..... I'm so sorry. Ok i'm gonna try not to say that anymore. TRY.

I'm taking a lot of your clothes to be honest, oh and Ace is like my best friend now. Look! HE HUGE DAD HOLY FUCK

As soon as I started talking to Floyd Ace came out and started loving on me. I love him so much dad, he's so soft and sweet oh my gosh. But he misses you. He's definitely your cat lol for sure your cat. Everytime attacks Kim I giggle I can't help it. it's so funny, Tucker and Flash miss you too. Tucker has been so happy to see me. I love those dogs so much. I'm so happy to see them, and cuddle with them!!!! it's been so nice to be writing this and being able to set this aside to love on one of them for a minute. It's also been nice to spend time with Bear, We hung out a little yesterday.

He needed to run to Walmart, I tagged along cause well I wanted to go for a car ride. and I wanted to spend time with him too. He did drive all the way down here for me.... and yeah I know. I'm just glad he's here, he's getting some kind of closure with all of this... I know I've always been kinda like the fixer.. always trying to fix things... like relationships. like with my mom and Kim.

I now understand what was really going on... and I...I can't fix that. I can't, I have my own shit I need to worry about dad... like how i'm gonna live without you.... how am I going to do that?? I know I have TJ and Fruits... Kim, Bear, Floyd... Yes I've been constantly talking to TJ. I've been keeping him updated every step of the way....

But not you.... goddammit dad..... I know I'm going to be ok eventually, but this fucking sucks right now... My mind is racing, one minute I'm laughing about something you joked about or said, the next i'm shaking and sobbing because you aren't here... I feel like i'm constantly panicking.... I would totally lose my mind if I wasn't here with Kim and them... honestly I think if I wasn't here with them, I think I would be hurting myself right now or wanting to be really badly.... and that's a scary thought to be honest. I don't know if I do right now... but so much has been going on that I haven't really thought bout it frankly. I'm keeping a lot of your shirts for myself and TJ. I'm gonna see if J wants any of them. If not, well I'm not worried about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I promise to take good care of your shirts that your dad gave you. I have a lot of good memories of you two together, so to have some of these shirts that I vividly remember grandpa Taylor wearing when I was little, then seeing you wearing them... now me... its.... very special to me. And I'm very honored?? I'm not sure if that's the right term, but i'm gonna go with it...Of course I'm taking your Kiss Blankie, and one of your Seahawks shirts. my favorite one. the one you always wore, you know the one. hehe. I even have the shirt J and I made for you when we were teeny tiny. My handprint is so small oh my gosh dadddd... I promise to take good care of it.

Gods....there's so much more I wanna say. But I'm not really sure how too... I definitely feel like i'm still in shock...I thought I still had time... Dad... You HAVE to tell people when you don't feel good, I know you don't like people worrying about you but... THIS IS WHYY!! GOD dad.... I'm happy your not in pain anymore I'm so happy for that, cause god knows that you hated it so much... But this was too fucking sudden for everyone. Too fucking sudden old man.... Christ... leaving me...us like this... fucking hell dad.... I just... I need you. here with me. I'm always going to need you. I don't know what I'm going to do without you.... you were a really good man whether you believe it yourself or not.

You ARE a good man, you saved three different lives.... but mine is going to be changed forever and you know how much I hate change like this..... Honestly personally I don't think I'll ever really get over this, or this trauma... I really don't think I will. I hate this so much I do. plain and simple. I want you here with me dammit, it's not fucking fair! It's so not fucking fair!! I hate feeling like i'm being selfish when I know this is normal....I feel like I have to be strong for everyone else I don't wanna be. I spent most of my life hating you because of my mom!!! I HATE MYSELF FOR THAT AND ITS NOT MY FAULT. I missed out because of her, and because she lied to me about a lot of things..... and that's time I will never get back with you.... that kills me so badly..... like oh my gods it hurts bad.... so much..... I know there is still a lot of high running emotions. But you know how strongly I felt and loved.... gods... How am I going to this without you? I know I will..... but right now...I don't know how... I really don't know how..... I love you so much this hurts so badly.... I don't think I can properly pet into words how bad i'm hurting.... how badly i'm missing you right now. I know for a fact that if you were here right now, we would be talking about everything under the sun. Gods I need that right now..... I really do daddy... I just wanna talk to you, and laugh and hug you.

I would give almost anything for just one more day.... just to hear your voice, see your green eyes. hear your laugh.... feel your arms around me... I am so glad that we were able to work on our relationship. So fucking grateful. you mean so much to me daddy, you really do. I hope you know how much you mean to me.... I really really hope you do . I love you dad. I will talk soon.... maybe... might start a sideblog with letters for you... I'll have to think about that for a little bit. But I love you daddy. I will talk you later. toodles....

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R Verner, opening their mouth: 😎😏😉

S Dorran, milliseconds later: 🤨😑🤔

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when i was a little undiagnosed autistic kid i used to get SO excited about patterns ™️and greatly overestimated how much everyone else cared. So like I had locker number 123 one year and i was positive that was going to make me the most loved person in my school, like i thought i was the chosen one ,this is the thing that was going to finally make people like me, this is what ive been missing my entire life etc etc. And i was extremely confused when people were not lining up at my locker to see.

my school identification number had the sequence '654'in it and i was certain that my grade was eventually going to hold interrogation sessions that would break the Geneva convention in order to find out who had my id number because it might be one of the best lunch numbers to exist, like not only were the numbers by eachother BUT ALSO there was a 5 in it and two other numbers and 5 + 2 obviously equals seven and that was SO COOL (obviously 7 is one of the best numbers everyone knows that)

SPEAKING OF 7 my great aunts license plate was one of my favorite things as a child, because the letter part of it had 3 numbers that were also in her last name AND they were in the right order AND they were evenly distributed (so like if her last name were smith it would be SIH) and not only that but the letters were 5337 which, again i liked 7's, so like if you took the amount of numbers there are in the sequence that aren't the 5 or 7 (the two 3's) and added it to the 5, you would get the last number in the sequence. But also if you added the 3's together you'd get 6 and if you add that with the amount of numbers left besides the 7 again (the one 5) you would also get 7. And I swore she got that plate custom made because what are the fucking odds that you would get a license plate like that BY CHANCE