#like that is a REAL PERSON why are you doing THAT

[creatingblackcharacters]

I gotta be real, we can't keep saying "wow how is the website so racist that's sad" and keep not changing our behaviors to actively address that 😅 we can't all be shocked, appalled, and "not racist", yet the overall environment is the way it is. Our actions are not reflecting our (supposed) beliefs!

This is why I'm always telling y'all to gauge just how often and much antiblackness you're willing to tolerate. Because every time you don't speak up or act; every time you choose to bypass the opportunity to LEARN how to spot what is wrong-

Every time you see a piece of art or creation that leans into, has covert, or even overt antiblackness and you let it slide because "it's just for fun"-

Every time you aren't willing to tell your friends or peers "hey, that wasn't cool" when they say or share something you know is questionable, but you don't want to make the space "uncomfortable"-

Every time you choose not to support a Black creator or person speaking up on mistreatment (without further research) because "you're not racist but you don't like drama and they sound aggressive"-

Everybody bypassing the issue adds up. No, you don't have to fight every battle against racism, but a majority of you aren't trying to fight any (for reasons you should reflect upon!) So what's stopping racism from propagating? "Why are there weeds taking over my garden?" "Did you pick them?" "No I'm just saying I'm angry about them!" 😐

And when you aren't willing to vocally kick Nazis out the bar, what type of bar do you end up with? 👀

[tastenorris]

⟢ duolingo streak · lando norris #4

lando has been learning spanish. no, it’s not for you (it's 100% for you)

pairing: lando norris x colapinto!reader faceclaim: cande gallo and pinterest girlies warning: use of y/n, spanish language, fluff, lando being a simp, inaccurate timelines (kinda but nothing major) also this is just for fun and obviously fiction, i'm not trying to reflect any person in real life ‹3

a/n: happy one week anniversary since lando won silverstone 🤍 this is the first time i'm posting something on tumblr !! any feedback, likes, or reblogs mean a lot ‹3

francolapinto

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francolapinto feliz cumple a la mejor hermana del mundo, te quiero hasta cuando me ganas en los karts o me robás la ropa😄😄 gracias por ser mi fan nro uno

→ see translation: happy birthday to the best sister in the whole world, i love you even when you beat me in karting or steal my clothes 😄😄 thanks for being my number one fan

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yncolapinto basta me vas a hacer llorar en público que vergüenza [stop u are gonna make me cry in public and it's embarrassing]

yncolapinto igual te amo un poquito [kinda love u anyway]

username3 FRANCO POSTING HER MEANS WE GET LANDO IN THE LIKES HELLOOO

⤷ username4 it’s literally tradition atp ⤷ username5 why is he always first 😭😭 stalking behavior ⤷ username6 i think someone's has a crush

username7 i wanna be her so bad it’s getting unhealthy

alex_albon the first pic unlocked a memory i’ve been trying to suppress (she beat me)

⤷ yncolapinto and i'll do it again albono🫡 ⤷ francolapinto she’s actually terrifying behind the wheel

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yncolapinto

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yourusername festejando mi cumpleaños en mónaco 🤍 al final los yates existen de verdad y no solo en pinterest

→ see translation: spent my bday in monaco 🤍 turns out yachts are actually real and not just a pinterest thing

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francolapinto obvio que existen boluda en qué mundo vivís [ofc they exist, where have you been living???]

⤷ yncolapinto te voy a bloquear [i'm gonna block u] ⤷ francolapinto hacelo, no te tengo miedo [do it, i'm not afraid]

username1 yn the woman that you are 😍

lando feliz cumpleaños 🍾 los yates es muy divertido [happy birthday 🍾 yachts is very fun]

⤷ lando son muy divertidos* [yachts are very fun*] ⤷ yncolapinto gracias landooo🫶 estás aprendiendo español? [thank u landooo🫶 are you learning spanish?] ⤷ lando trying my best, still looking for a good teacher ⤷ yncolapinto lucky for you i’m fluent ⤷ francolapinto what. is. happening. here.

username2 HELP LANDO SPEAKING IN SPANISH???

⤷ username3 "los yates es muy divertido" baby no but A for effort ⤷ username4 he tried and that’s what counts (but also pls never again)

username5 bestie you're the pinterest board irl

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lando updated their close friends story.

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f1gossipwags

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f1gossipwags Lando Norris spotted having dinner in Monaco last night with Y/N Colapinto, younger sister of Alpine F1 driver Franco Colapinto 👀 The two were seen laughing together over dinner and leaving together, with Lando holding what appears to be her purse and a phone with a Rhode phonecase.

Ahead of the GP weekend, could this be a casual catch-up… or something more?

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username1 OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM

⤷ username2 i am NOT calm. i am refreshing their profiles every five seconds

username3 after months of him liking every single post where she appears this is a big step

username4 manifesting a podium with her in the paddock

username5 he’s carrying her stuff like they’ve been married 3 years 😭😭 what a simp

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lando

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lando monaco win. for you mum and dad ❤️

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francolapinto well done landinioooo top weekend 👌🏼

username1 monaco babyyyyyyy

yncolapinto VAMOS LANDOOOOO🥹 [LET'S GO LANDOOOO🥹]

⤷ lando gracias hermosa [thanks beautiful] ⤷ francolapinto did you just call my sister beautiful ⤷ yncolapinto déjalo está practicando [leave him alone he's just practicing] ⤷ francolapinto practicando para que? [practicing for what?] ⤷ username2 the silence is loud even in comments ⤷ username3 🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗 ⤷ username4 “gracias hermosa” giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair

username5 i still can’t believe he won monaco like that

username6 LANDGOAT 🏆

lnfour no u don't understand what this means to me

⤷ username7 i'm not crying u are

username8 POLE POSITION FASTEST LAP AND GRAND PRIX WINNER

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alpinef1team · Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya

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alpinef1team We have an intruder mclaren please come collect your driver before he becomes our new social media manager.

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username1 WHERE’S FRANCO RN

⤷ username2 plotting how to murder lando and yn quietly ⤷ username3 talking to their mom abt his future british brother-in-law ⤷ username4 updating his “reasons lando is banned from our family dinners” google doc ⤷ username5 inventing a new language and forcing yn to only speak that from now on ⤷ username6 the way all of them could be true

username7 lando you’re not slick we all see why you’re there 😭

username8 imagine being so whipped u start hanging out with another team mid-season

yncolapinto mclpine is a thing now

⤷ lando i just work here (no i don’t)

mclaren We’re reviewing his contract

username9 zak brown disliked this

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yncolapinto

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yncolapinto besitos from barcelona xx

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lando 😍😍😍 ❤︎ liked by author

username1 i'm obsessed with you pls give me one chance

username2 lando can you fight

francolapinto quién es el de la tercera foto [who's that in the third slide]

⤷ yncolapinto métete en lo tuyo [mind your business]

username3 girl be serious we know who that shadow is

username4 YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS IT'S UNFAIR

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ln4content

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ln4content In the F1 premiere, Lando talked in Spanish for a bit!

I: Lando! Hola, how are you? We heard you’ve been working on your Spanish lately… is that true?

L: Kind of. I wouldn’t say “fluent” but I’ve been practicing.

I: That’s impressive. What made you want to learn?

L: I think... just spending more time with people who speak Spanish.

I: Would you say you're more “Duolingo streak” level or like… holding full conversations?

L: I started with Duolingo and I was very proud of my streak but now I have a real teacher. She's very patient.

I: Can you say something for us? Maybe a little message for your fans watching in Latin America or Spain?

L: Okay but please don’t judge me… I’m still learning.

L: Estoy aprendiendo español y es un idioma muy lindo. Todavía me cuesta un poco pero practico todos los días.

→ see translation: i’m learning spanish and it’s a very beautiful language. i still struggle a bit but i practice every day.

I: Wow, that was really good! You're a natural

L: Hopefully next time we get to do the whole interview in Spanish!

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username1 CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING

username2 we lost him girls

username3 from 'soy lago' to this... we've come so far

username4 he's so cute 🥹

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lando.jpg · Argentina

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lando.jpg muy linda vista 🇦🇷

→ see translation: very nice view 🇦🇷

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username1 babe wake up lando.jpg is alive

yncolapinto u always get my good side

⤷ lando.jpg you don’t have a bad one

username2 he flew to her continent and then called her a “pretty view” in spanish i fear i’m melting

maxfewtrell Did you get lost orrr

⤷ lando.jpg dw i had the best guide ⤷ francolapinto i was there and he did in fact get lost multiple times ⤷ yncolapinto the bakery was two blocks away how is that even possible ⤷ lando.jpg ... i got distracted

username3 lando.jpg has risen from the dead

username4 he remembered the password just to post his gf i'm not okay

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yncolapinto · Argentina

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yncolapinto they say home is where the heart is but god i love the english

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yourbff te acordás cuando dijiste que ni en pedo estarías con un piloto? [remember when u said “i’d never date a driver”]

⤷ yncolapinto 🫣🫣🫣

username1 LANDO WINNING AT LIFE FRRRRR

francolapinto los quiero un montón [love u both so much]

⤷ yncolapinto esto es lo más tierno que me dijiste en tu vida [that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me] ⤷ francolapinto espero que lo hayas disfrutado porque no va a pasar de nuevo [hope you enjoyed it because it’s not happening again]

mclaren Is it too early to ask for you in team merch in Austria? Asking for a friend

⤷ alpinef1team Nice try but she's ours

username2 i’d read a book about their love story

username3 we’ve been waiting this post since “los yates es muy divertido”

lando te amo hermosa [love u gorgeous]

⤷ yncolapinto te amo más🥹 [love u more🥹]

username4 i want what they have

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francolapinto · Red Bull Ring

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francolapinto bienvenido a la familia landinio (no la cagues)

→ see translation: welcome to the family landinio (don't mess it up)

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yncolapinto estoy eligiendo ignorar el hecho de que acabas de amenazar a mi novio públicamente [i'm choosing to ignore the fact that you just threatened my boyfriend in public]

⤷ francolapinto no fue una amenaza, es una advertencia con amor [it wasn’t a threat, it's a warning (affectionate)] ⤷ lando 😐😐😐

username1 men will post “don’t mess it up” instead of just saying “i like you for my sister”

username2 i'd pay to be in their family gc

username3 lando passed the franco test omg he’s in

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→ see translation: my winner !!! ♥︎

→ see translation: better than any trophy

[on-the-clear-blue]

So do yall know about Jon Breaks Bad News? Guy that calls people for other people to, y'know, break bad news, sometimes in a funny way sometimes for serious stuff...the reason why I am saying this is because like any other DP fan I have the urge to say "But what if my favorite ghost?"

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Danny, l a ring down as he reads the message: Hello is this Jason?

Jason, fully still in "I cut off mafia boss heads and put them in a duffle bag" days: Who the fuck is this.

Danny, not even a little bothered: My name is Phantom, from Phantom breaks bad news, are you Jason?

Jason, honestly confused what is happening here: I...how did you get this number?

Danny, sipping a smoothie: i am just going to assume your Jason, Tim says that you broke into his house and beat him up in scaled panties, and that your whole gimmick is a rip off of the guy who killed you, B misses you and would still love you after all...why did you wear underwear while breaking into some guys house?

Jason, feeling like he just got flashed banged: Ex-fucking-scuse me? Tim that little bitch, I swear to- he fucking stole my dad and my fucking suit he doesn't get shit to say!

Danny, looking to Jazz off camera: So you broke inot the house to beat up the guy who slept with your dad and stole a suit? What was he going to a wedding?

Jason, feeling like he is having an aneurism: I...I am going to hang up.

Danny, stretching like a cat: Okay bye, love you.

Jason: confused sqawking before hanging up

Danny, dead pan looking to the camera: He didn't say it back.

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Babs, infront of the computer in the clock tower: Keep going that way Batman, the target is just around the corner...hang on i am getting a call.

Danny, now floating upside down: Hi this is Phantom from Phanton breaks bad news, is this Barbara?

Babs, eyes widening as she scrambles to start tracing the call because its coming through the bat network: Who is this? How did you get on here?

Danny, looking to Sam and Tucker off camera: I just picked up the phone, are you Barbara? Because I have bad news for you.

Babs, getting frustrated because every time she finds an avenue of finding the caller, it goes dead a second later: It...it is, who is this?

Danny, watchingnas Tucker gets an evil smirk on his face, typing hard on his PDA: Like I said, my name is Phantom of Phantom breaks bad news, this message is from a dude named Jay? Saying, get your redheaded ass back home you can play with the leather clad bastard man later, you have a college exam later, your father would be disappointed. What are you doing for college?

Babs, freaking out because what ever was blocking her started to counter hack her: U-uh...Library stuff, Sorry did you say Jay?

Danny, popping the 'P': Yup, payed me 50 dollars to call! I love you bye."

Babs, confused as the counter hacking stopped dead: I...what?

Danny, still haven't hung up: Say it back.

Babs, so utterly confuaed: I-i love you too?

Danny, grinning: great thanks bye.

Babs, wondering what the fuck just happened.

In Amity Park

Danny talking to Sam: Could you see what Tuck was doing during all that?

Sam, who in turn was lounging in a bean bag reading a book: Yeah...something about batman files? I wasnt paying attention, he'll tell us if we need to worry.

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Bruce, running around all of Gotham, trying desperately to solve the Riddlers puzzle to save some hostages, getting a call over coms: What is it.

Danny. Looking over at Ellie who was in camera frame, floating above him: Wow someone's grouchy, take a cough drop dude, Anyways my name is Phantom from Phantom breaks bad news,I got hired from a guy named Edward to tell you some.bad news? Is this Batemen?

Bruce, skidding to a stop, tapping into another com level: Oracle, he is back

Danny, blinking a bit as the call went silent: Hello? Fuck did he hang up on me?

Bruce, growling as he speaks: Speak, You said that Nigma sent you something to tell me?

Danny, scrunching up his nose: Your a real people person arnt you...Your buddy Edward says, you got duped, it isnt actually him and your being scammed into not looking in the right places, and that he is offended that you would think such a low quality riddle is from him.

Bruce, eye twitching: What. How could this not be him we...unless...

Danny, batting away Ellies hand as she tries to steal the Fenton phone they are calling from: Oh he just payed me more, looks like he is...actually on vacation? And who ever bitch with a bad bob is running around with his name isnt actually him, if you dont believe him check...I think that is in Cuba?

Bruce, switching coms once more: Oracle, look into Cuba, The real Riddler may be there actually, Robin, go back to the cave and grab the extra strength Clayface spray.

Danny, at the same time, looking at Ellie who makes grabby hands at the phone: No i am- no i am not done yet- okay you can do the next one but- ugh fine but let me hang up first.

Bruce, finally returning to the call: Phantom are you still there? Phantom...Fuck me sideways in a gondola.

Babs, pulling a face that could be felt from over the coms: Could never pay me enough to sleep with your stinky goth ass, go see the Cat or Supes later if you want to get-

Bruce, blushing slightly: Silence. I didn't mean to say that, try and find Nigma then get back to tracking Phantom.

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Ellie on the phone this time, Danny over her shoulder this time: Hello this is Specter from Specter breaks bad news is this Bateman?

Bruce pausing giving a presentation, looking up at the intercom of the watch tower: Of course you are able to call here.

The rest of the JL, looking around at each other: Batman what is-

Ellie, leaning back into Danny: Yeah, so i got a message here from you kid Dick, which b-t-dubs, is a super bad name to give to your child, like come on man.

Bruce holding his head in his hands because he has been subjected to these two for years at this point: I didn't name him, he came with it already when I got him...just speak, get this over with.

Ellie, giggling: Pump the hate breaks Bates, Dick here says that Fuck you for being a horrible father, you are a narcissistic, sociopathic, middled aged man baby that cant seem to keep the goth furry inside and causes untold emotional and mental trauma on anyone unlucky enough to meet you, he hopes you die alone and you are undeserving of love...also that if you replace the pop tarts you ate he takes everything back and he would love you forever.

The JL, completely speechless because some little girl just absolutely roasted batman but also since that roasting was written by a grinning Nightwing that is sitting across from batman

Bruce, after taking a few deep breaths: I really dont like how my children use you two to air grievances with me.

Ellie, humming: Oh yeah, we also got one form Tim, Tason Jodd, Damian Al Ghul (specificallynot Wayne), and...Jarro? Also, like five more from this Dick guy.

Bruce, slumping into his chair: I am revoking Tim's computer privileges...its that bastards fault about telling the others about your services...

[serenity-loves-red]

IT STARTED WITH THE CAT DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM

Part 11. Masterlist

In which• The Deliverer of Amphoreus is suddenly transported to your home as a cat.

Tribbie, Trianne and Trinnon didn’t know how they got here. In fact, their memory had been foggy at most. It was as if waking from a dream; memories felt fleeting and inconsistent, filled with gaps and loop holes.

The only thing they’ve remembered was the sudden shift in their surroundings. The world just glitched and then they felt a pull– not strong or forceful, but rather a gentle embrace that pulled them towards a rift.

They fell asleep before they managed to resist– or at least wanted to. Their limbs felt off and weak and oddly enough, they felt relaxed and comfortable to the point that they weren’t able to resist and was simply lulled to sleep. And when they woke up, they turned found themselves turned into a rodent.

A cute rodent! Trianne corrected while Trinnon meekly agreed.

A cute rodent, Tribbie parroted, who found themselves roaming around a garden of someone’s backyard.

It was fun, as Trianne would like to say, until they got lost around the large towering leaves and was chased by a cat. Fortunately, they got saved by the owner of the cat that took pity on their little forms and brought them to the vet to check for any injuries.

The same vet clinic you brought Phainon and Mydei. And yes, they saw everything.

Poor Dei and Snowy. They wanted to comfort them but didn’t know what to say.

Even they felt terrified for them. They get that Dei and Snowy are in different forms now, but to think they have to go through that? So scary.

Although it was scary, but you seems to be a nice person, Trinnon chimed. Yeah, a nice person, they all agree.

Later that night, Phainon had snuck towards the small makeshift pen you laid them on. It was cozy and comfortable even for something you just hastily made.

“Snowy?” Tribbie was the first one who noticed Phainon looming over them. Trianne and Trinnon are too engrossed to notice, laying flatly– like some squished mallows, on the small table you added.

“Lady Tribbie,” Phainon greeted, “How are you three doing?”

“We are fine Snowy,” Tribbie replied cheerfully, “Trianne and Trinnon are enjoying themselves, see?”

“Yeah– they indeed looks happy.” Phainon replied feeling a bit baffled, looking at the said two who laid quite carefree. “But don’t you have questions, Lady Tribbie?” He remembered almost having a mini heart attack, feeling a sense of dread and Mydei’s onslaught of questions and anxiety masked with impatience.

Tribbie thought for a moment. “We did at some point, Snowy. When we woke up, we thought we were just having another dream–“ Tribbie trailed off. “Then we got chased by a cat and everything starts to feel real.”

“A cat?” Mydei voiced from behind. Trianne and Trinnon who finally noticed Phainon and the just arrived Mydei exclaimed. “Dei!”

Trianne gleefully stood up. “Look Dei, this is so so fun! Hehehe.” Her cheeks puffs as she rolled around. Trinnon looked at Trianne and wordlessly snuggled and together, they rolled into a ball.

“They really are having fun, huh.” Phainon muttered before addressing to Mydei. “You manage to get away? You seem to enjoyed yourself a bit too much.”

He remembered seeing Mydei wrapped under your arms after you spent the entire evening trying to win him back– snacks, affection and all.

He would lie if he said he didn’t feel a tiny tinyyy amount of uneasy and jealousy when you do the things you did with him when you two were alone before. Then Mydei just shows up and now he had to share.

Those are your special moments– the pets, cuddles, kisses, everything, and now, he huffed internally– looking at Mydei, he had to share you with this Kremnoan Prince.

Although Mydei was his friend and rival, you were his first so Mydei had to go in line.

Hope you didn’t forget cats are territorial too.

Hearing Phainon’s condescending tone, Mydei paused for a moment before replying snarkily, “Why? Feeling jealous?”

Phainon didn’t reply but his tail started to wag irritated. “Heh. Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Deliverer.”

“Umm… Dei? Snowy? Is there something that matters?” Tribbie squeaked from below.

“…No Lady Tribbie,” Mydei huffs awkwardly before leaning to the pen a bit closer. “It’s just trivial matters. We didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Tribbie gave them a knowing look and smiled, “You seemed to be different now Snowy, Dei. More happier and relaxed than you were before.”

“I hope that’s a good thing Lady Tribbie.”

“It is!” Tribbie giggled. “As we were saying–we started to get scared when Trinnon pointed out we are not dreaming as we thought we were. Then we saw you at the clinic and decided to sneak around to follow you back hehehe.”

“…right.” Phainon chuckled awkwardly.

“You don’t have to worry Snowy, we are not scared anymore. Although we still have questions, we can wait.”

The next day, when you woke up, you didn’t feel Princess’ body in your arms nor Blue’s fluffy body laying snugly on your chest. Instead, you saw them– sleeping beside the pen you made for the hamsters with the said hamsters laying on them, sleeping.

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[secretivemessenger]

inspired by @sooniebby’s (sorry for the tag danny) magic dildo story. what if what if just what if instead of that its a magical fleshlight

☆ incubus bf x bttm male reader (no name specified so it can be imagined as any character)

★ synopsis: incubus bf who owns a magical fleshlight from hell and he uses it while ur in the middle of a solo presentation infront of your whole class.

☆ cw: magical toys? idk , exhibition-ish , almost getting caught, invisible penetration?, belly bulging mentioned.

★ AUTHOR’s rambling: this has been in my drafts for so long i wrote it then deleted it then wrote it again ugh, anyways i feel like i haven’t written bttm reader in a lonnggg while the bottom whore in me is unsatisfied.

nsfw content under the cut, proceed with caution.

imagine being in the middle of a uni presentation, all eyes on you as you explained your take on the theory of relativity. yer doing so great for once, as you’re not the one to have the courage for presentations but it doesn’t last.

suddenly feeling a something force its way past your hole, something is stretching you out harshly and you can only think of one person who would do that, your bf and his beloved fleshlight.

you could feel his hard cock drive forward into your core with no haste, as your body shakes and sweats. yet you try to continue, “T-the theory of r-relativity, proposed by Albert Einstein, rereshing that...ngh”. oh fuck oh shit all eyes are on you, your professor is looking at you with concern as your legs tremble and even a faint squelching sound is coming out from your hole being fucked and slicked up.

your ragged breathing and the way you swayed caused your professor to ask “are you alright?”, you nod violently and turn back to the board that had your powerpoint and pointed, opening your mouth again to try and keep going only to feel a particularly hard thrust that pushed you against the board and interrupted your sentence with a semi audible whimper. gosh they all must think you have a vibrator up yer ass or something.

why does it have to feel so good, you were being pounded like no tomorrow but that was the least of your concerns now. you turned back towards the rest of the students some seem to already have their minds in the gutter, blushing and looking away from your quivering body. you were ashamed as you tried as hard as you can to keep talking while letting some whines and groans slip out, you can almost see some students closing their thighs up.

your hole clenched and fluttered around nothing, aching to be filled with the real deal. you could feel your boyfriend's fat cock splitting you open, the bulbous head slamming into your prostate dead-on with brutal precision. you can’t take it any more as you stumble on your feet and have to grip the nearest wall for support.

your professor now even more concerned walks up to you and grabs onto your shoulders making you want to scream from how sensitive and hot your body is right now, you can see the look on your professors face as he takes a look at yours before coughing, “go wash your face up then come back, alright?”. you blinked the tears that were threatening to spill away then nodded sprinting out of the lecture hall and to the bathroom.

you stumbled as your hole fluttered around the object plowing into it before you shakily make your way to a bathroom stall and closed the door, not even bothering to lock it. you sat down on the toilet and hurriedly unbuckled your pants and boxers in one go, impatient and very horny.

your cock sprung free, rock hard and leaking with pre. you can feel the phantom of your boyfriends pre in your untouched hole, you felt how warm it is even though it wasn’t there.

weeping and sobbing, you took a hold of your cock and pumped it violently as you bucked into an invisible force, fucking yourself on a cock you can only feel.

one of your hands jerking your cock and the other. reached for the hem of your shirt and brought it up to your lips to chomp on it and hold it up, it revealed your tummy and the little mark left on your abdomen, which is what connects you to your boyfriend.

you reached your other free hand to place on your stomach, the said tattoo was glowing and when you placed your hands on it you almost came from the pulse of pleasure. you groaned as you can feel your boyfriends cock reaching so deep into your stomach that it makes a bulge. with every thrust it bumps into the hand you have placed there like a baby bump, baby fever much? maybe your boyfriend’s magical world have a way for you to get pregnant.

your silly thoughts vanished quickly at the sound of someone stepping into the bathroom, then it finally came down onto you that you never locked the door. you took your hand off your tummy and slammed it on your mouth to silence yourself.

“[name] you there? the professor asked me to come get you since you’re taking so long”, you recognized that voice as one of your classmates. gosh should you say something or stay quiet, if you talked you might moan but if you don’t they might think your skipping,, ahh geez.

“i-im alright, just uh doing.. y-ya know”, “ah”. you received an understanding hum from your classmate before he speaks again “alright i’ll let the professor know” then you hear him turn on his heels and make his way to the exit.

you tried to keep quiet till he was fully gone but with your boyfriend ramming your prostate like he was in a boxing match and your prostate was the opponents face you couldn’t, you let out a loud gasp at an especially aggressive plow making your classmate haste in his way.

“you alrigh-“ “YES” you screamed out loudly, your voice hoarse and shaky trying to sound as convincing as possible while your boyfriends dick continues to mercilessly pound your hole. “okay okay” your classmate responds teasingly before finally leaving.

yeah hes definitely thinking you were jacking off, to which you were but damn.

once he left you slumped over the toilet crying and moaning loudly as your hole hollowed out and gaped around nothing. your hand worked faster on your cock pumping it up and down, squeezing the tip till you feel like cumming then letting go with a disappointed whimper. you’re your biggest enemy tbh.

you wrapped your hand around your cock again resuming jerking it off, going in sync with your boyfriends thrusts.

you can sense his pounding slowing down, being more deep than rough, he was definitely close, you wanted to cum together. so you sped up your hand, sloppily jerking off while your thighs shook violently, you feel like coming right then and there but you have to hold on, just a bit more.

when you felt on the verge of bursting you placed your thumb on your tip pressing down, denying yourself the pleasure of release. while your boyfriend is nearly there you can feel it, from the way his cock twitched inside of you.

then you felt it, flooding deep into your guts, and you finally let go allowing yourself to cum aswell. time felt like it stopped as you threw your head back, cumming all over your chest and shirt.

and you felt his cum too, it wasn’t there physically but you felt it inside of you, filling you up to the brim,,

unless he cleans the fleshlight, which you doubt, then you’re gonna have to spend the rest of the day with invisible spunk deep in your guts.. yay, fun.

[endahouselikecarpet]

Date Everything x Reader

Jokes about getting married

[Scenario is a friend who doesn’t know about the whole Dateviators thing jokes about you liking an object too much.]

[Slight CW- Sex joke in Daisuke’s section, but nothing explicit, and Kristof being a bit overprotective, but nothing unhealthy]

Betty- You had just lied down for the night when you got a call from a friend in a different time zone. “Sorry for calling! I just remembered how late it is for you there.” They apologized as soon as you answered.

“Hey, don’t worry about it! I’m always happy to talk to you.” You laughed.

“Still, being that late- and I’m sure you had a busy day- I bet you’re wanting to marry your bed right now.”

“I’ll be honest, I’ve thought about that more than once recently.” You laughed, your friend not knowing the truth behind your joke.

The two of you talked for a little while more with no major things coming up. Poor Betty though, was a flustered mess. She knew you were both close, but this was surprising for her. She knew you said it as a joke about the actual bed, and not her, but still she couldn’t get the thought out of her head.

Once you were done talking to your friend, you made sure to ask where she could hear, “Hey, um, maybe would could talk in the morning?” To be honest you wanted to talk to her about it tonight, but the Dateviators needed to be charged for the night. You wanted to be sure you could talk to her about it in person. As it was right now, you wouldn’t be able to hear her, and you certainly didn’t want this conversation to be one sided.

Hector- Your friend and you decided to go for a walk. It seemed like a nice enough day when you both started out, but soon enough it got pretty hot. By the time you both had gotten back to your house, you felt like you were going to melt. Hector, of course came to the rescue. Your friend flopped onto the couch while you went to get you both some fresh water from the kitchen.

“Man, your air conditioner is great!” Your friend sighed.

“Don’t I know it.” You agreed.

“I mean, with how hot I am right now, I feel like I could marry it!” They laughed then added, “I’m already taken though, so maybe you get that honor.” You both laughed at the joke.

Meanwhile, Hector was listening from the nearby vent thinking, “PLEASE, marry the air conditioner! Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please-“

Daisuke- You were washing the dishes from breakfast and lunch at the kitchen sink. He appreciated this as you were always more careful and attentive to the dishes than Dishy was. While you were working, your phone rang. After drying your hands off your answered the phone and put it on speaker so you could still finish up.

“Hey, sorry if it’s loud. I’m doing the dishes.” You told them.

“You’re doing the dishes?!” The gave a fake gasp, “Shouldn’t you at least get them dinner first?”

“Yeah, yeah. Real mature.” You snorted before you both started talking about what they had called you for.

Daisuke was so confused. Why did you have to have dinner first? Wasn’t better to clean things sooner rather than later? Was your friend encouraging you to be less cleanly? That didn’t seem like it was a very good attitude to have!

Luke was the one that had to break it to him that it was a sex joke.

He is mortified. He cares for the human and would never assume that they would want to do something so personally intrusive as intercourse! Unless…

Mac - You were just messing around on your computer when you got a message.

“Are you still awake right now???”

“Yeah. Not ready to done for the day.” You replied.

“If you love your computer so much, then why don’t you marry it? xD” the sent back.

“That with the xD and everything? Are we 12 again???” You shook your head at the situation.

When you brought it up with Mac when you talk to them next, they tell you they saw it and they get a good laugh at it. In fact, it seems they’re laughing a bit too much at it.

That’s funny because it’s not like that would EVER happen, right? Like there’s no way that they’ve been thinking about that for a while or something. They haven’t been looking ring prices or anything. Don’t look at the internet search history real fast while they, uh, make sure there’s no extra cookies. Definitely, not taking online store visits off the list or something.

Kristof- He wasn’t a very jealous person. There was no need for him to be. He was very assured of himself and how much you care for him. However, there was something about the friend you were showing around the house that didn’t sit well with him. They seemed like they were getting a bit too close with you. Now, they weren’t, and he knew that. But, he still couldn’t help being suspicious and overprotective.

While you were showing them the workout room, they noticed your ring. “That’s a pretty ring.” They complimented.

“Thanks!” You beamed as you showed it to them.

“What’s with the decoration on the top though? Are you engaged to a treadmill or something?” They teased.

“As a matter of fact, they are!!” Kristof bellowed, not that either of you could hear him.

The rest of the room can, however, and they will not let him live it down. “Oooooooo, Kristof’s gonna get married!” Telly teased in a fake kid voice.

“Stop it," Fanita would scold, “That’s so cute!”

“Looks like the big guy has a soft spot after all.” Duncan chuckled.

“Speak of this, and I promise I will break you.” Kristof glared at all of them.

Shelly- Your friend had come over to help you reorganize a few things. While you were working sorting a box of old, family stuff, you started hanging stuff from an old, jewelry box on a few, little hooks that were on a nearby shelf. When you put a ring on one of the hooks, your friend jokingly said, “I now pronounce you person and shelf.”

You both laughed at the lame attempt at a joke and moved on. That’s all you thought about it…that is until you talked to Shelly later. She would be so serious, take you by the hand, and say, “I promise I will be the best partner ever. I won’t let you down.”

Doesn’t get that it was a joke, but doesn’t seem to mind. Of course, you two are married! You were pronounced and everything!

Have a good sit down talk with her and tell her that if she does really want to be married, the two of you should probably take a few steps back and handle things properly. She’ll certainly agree, but still isn’t totally sold on the fact that you weren’t married to begin with.

[edenesth]

Do You Have Your Calvins On?

Pairing: boyfriend!Mingi x girlfriend!reader

AU: non-idol au

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: He was ready to be your personal Calvin Klein model. You just wanted snacks and anime. But when loyalty points turn into loyalty tests, it's clear—things aren't always as brief as they seem.

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"Babe, have you seen my—"

Mingi smirked, finally catching your attention as you stepped into the room, ready to grab your things before settling in for your weekend anime marathon. What you weren't expecting, though, was the sight of your clown of a boyfriend sprawled dramatically across the bed—posing like the star of a Calvin Klein campaign. The lower half of his shirt was unbuttoned, the waistband of his CK briefs proudly on display, abs subtly flexed as he struck his best model look.

He lay there, smug and eager, watching your expression. Surely this would blow your mind. Work had been brutal lately, and he hardly got to spend time with you, just brief moments half-asleep beside each other before you were up and gone again.

This weekend, he wanted your full, undivided attention. And what better way to grab it than by flaunting his new set of Calvin Kleins… and the results of those extra hours he'd been putting in at the gym?

He held his breath, waiting for your reaction.

"Get up," you said flatly, letting out a tired sigh as you walked over.

"Why?" he asked, arching a brow with a mischievous grin. "You wanna—"

You cut him off with a smack to the side, unable to hide the twitch of amusement pulling at your lips as he yelped dramatically. Leaning over him, you grabbed the item you'd been searching for—your hair clip, wedged just under his back by the pillows.

"You're laying on my hair clip, you fool," you deadpanned, clipping your hair up as you turned and casually left the room.

The man sat there on the bed, completely stunned, eyes fixed on your retreating figure.

Did you… not notice?

Your boyfriend remained on the bed, refusing to believe you weren't going to come running back into his arms. Not when he looked like this. There was no way. So he pouted, got right back into his pose, and gave you another chance.

But you never came.

Instead, he heard the unmistakable sound of the TV turning on in the living room… followed by the opening theme of The Apothecary Diaries Season 2.

Was he… losing to fictional men?

He scoffed. No way. Maybe you hadn't gotten a good enough look. Yeah, that must be it. Maybe your glance had been too quick, too distracted. Determined, he got up and strutted out into the living room, only to find you already curled up comfortably on the couch, wrapped in blankets like a cosy burrito, clutching his chick plush to your chest. Eyes glued to the screen. No acknowledgement.

He stood there in disbelief. Why would you need the damn plush when the real thing is literally right here?

Come on, Mingi. Be cool. You know you're her number one.

Feigning casual confidence, he reminded himself that no number of 2D men or adorable stuffed animals could ever replace this. That's right. With a subtle air of swagger, he sat down next to you, slouched into what he imagined was a very natural, very sexy position—abs slightly flexed, briefs peeking just enough, like some kind of lazy Adonis.

You glanced at him once. Briefly. Then held out your bag of snacks.

He blinked. Did she really just—

You offered no further comment, simply resumed watching, completely absorbed in the show. He declined the snacks with a shake of his head, slightly offended, but you just shrugged and pulled the bag closer to yourself.

Mingi tried watching the anime with you—really, he did—but how could he focus when your blanket and plush were occupying the spaces he was meant to fill? He glared at the chick plush like it had personally wronged him.

Clearing his throat, he leaned just a little closer and flexed his abs with practised ease. "You cold, baby?" he asked, his voice low and oh-so-casual. "Come here, it's warm."

You turned, offered him a sweet, appreciative smile. "Love you, Mangi. But I'm too lazy to move."

Too… lazy?

Why weren't you breaking your ankles running into his arms right now? Was he losing it? Had he peaked? He looked down at himself. Nah. He looked amazing. Even his friends had said CK would make him ambassador if he were famous. And yet… his girlfriend hadn't even spared him a second glance.

He sank deeper into the couch, sulking as his eyes drifted to the screen, just in time to see Jinshi struggling to win Maomao's attention. He frowned. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, "is this how it feels?"

Mingi sulked for the better part of the day.

Eventually, he gave up on his antics and settled beside you, letting the anime marathon run its course. Somewhere between episodes, you shifted closer to him, head dipping in his direction, and he took that as his cue to scoot in. Your warmth pressed gently into his side, and to his surprise, he found himself smiling.

Nothing wild. No grand gestures. Just you, him, a shared blanket, and a few fictional characters running around solving medical mysteries in ancient China. And that was enough.

When he glanced down at you and noticed the faint dark circles under your eyes, guilt poked at him. He hadn't even considered whether you were in the mood for his nonsense. You'd had a long week. Hell, he was tired too.

Maybe this quiet kind of intimacy wasn't so bad.

By the time the credits rolled on the final episode, he had completely dropped the act. He gently pressed a kiss to your temple and tugged the chick plush from your grasp with all the stealth of a cartoon villain, replacing it with himself. You let him, arms wrapping around his torso without protest, cheek pressed to his chest.

Victory.

A smug little smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back with you tucked against him. This… this was even better than what he'd imagined.

It wasn't until you both got up later to get ready for dinner that you noticed something odd: a sleek, unopened Calvin Klein box tucked neatly in the corner of his wardrobe. It looked… expensive. Not the kind of packaging you'd expect from a casual impulse buy.

You stepped closer, eyeing the box. It looked too pristine, too curated. Almost like… a gift?

But from who?

It wasn't his birthday, nor had there been any recent celebrations. And he wasn't exactly desperate for new underwear—at least, not that you knew of. Brow furrowing, you cracked open the box and spotted something tucked inside.

A card.

Curious, you slid it out. Your heart stuttered at the words written in clean print:

'Dear Mingi, do you have your Calvins on?'

Your jaw dropped.

What the hell—

You shoved the card back in the box like it burned, turning on your heel and marching straight to the bathroom, only to find your boyfriend shirtless, freshly cleaned and glowing with that post-shower confidence. The Calvin Kleins, of course, were still very much on display.

He turned, catching your reflection in the mirror. "Baby? What is it?"

You scoffed. "You've been working out?"

His eyes lit up like a child at Christmas. "Finally," he whispered under his breath, spinning around like he was about to pounce.

But you stopped him cold, holding up the box like it was evidence in court. "For who?" you asked, suspiciously calm.

He blinked, caught off guard. "For… you? Duh?"

You narrowed your eyes and shook the box lightly. "Don't lie. I know you didn't buy this yourself. So who gave it to you?"

Mingi looked utterly confused. "Babe… it's just Calvin Klein…"

You stared him down like he'd grown a second head. "Just Calvin Klein? Are you seriously telling me people are out here randomly gifting you luxury underwear for fun?"

Looking sheepish now, he raised a hand. "Okay, okay, not for no reason. I mean—do you know how many loyalty points I had to collect to get that gift? CK doesn't hand this stuff out like candy, babe. That's an earned gift."

You stared, processing, then slowly pulled the note out again, taking a better look this time. There it was. Small but clear, at the bottom of the card:

'x Your Friends at Calvin Klein.'

You stared at the signature, then at him. You felt like a clown.

His face slowly morphed into a full-blown grin, piecing it all together. This was what it took? A misunderstanding and a loyalty reward?

After everything he did today, all the sulking, the posing, the internal monologues about fictional competition—this was what finally made you crack?

He couldn't be happier.

You were still clutching the Calvin Klein box like it had personally betrayed you when Mingi stepped toward you, arms outstretched and that signature smirk playing at his lips.

"So," he drawled, tilting his head, "you do care about me after all?"

You tried to roll your eyes, but he looked way too smug. And unfortunately, also way too good.

"I've been trying to get your attention all day," he said with exaggerated hurt, gesturing vaguely to himself—to his abs, the briefs, the effort. "I thought you didn't even notice any of this."

You bit your lip without meaning to. His arms were still open, expectant. You stepped closer. And like a magnet, he pulled you right in, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you flush against him. His skin was warm and damp from the shower, his abs pressing perfectly against your front as you leaned in.

"Of course I noticed," you murmured, resting your hands against his bare chest. "I noticed the second I walked in. How could I not? You've been walking around here looking like a damn ad."

He raised a brow, delighted. "So why didn't you say anything?"

You sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. "Because I was distracted… I had a lot on my mind from work, and I guess I felt guilty for not giving you the attention you wanted, and then I saw the note and panicked and—"

You rambled, the words falling out like an unravelling ribbon.

"You're always the handsomest to me, Mingi. Always. Like, painfully attractive. I guess I just assumed you knew that already, and I didn't think I had to say it out loud, but now I feel like an idiot because—"

His grin stretched wider and wider with every word, eyes sparkling with so much fondness it made your cheeks burn.

"And—and also maybe I got a little jealous, because what if someone did send you those and they were trying to—"

He didn't let you finish.

Mingi leaned in and captured your lips with his, effectively shutting down your spiral with a kiss that was all warmth and mischief and just the tiniest bit of relief. You melted instantly, fingers curling against his skin as you kissed him back.

When he finally pulled away, breathless and grinning, he murmured against your lips, "You really think I'd wear fancy underwear for anyone else but you?"

You laughed, hiding your face in his neck. "Point taken."

"And for the record," he added, holding you a little tighter, "you can tell me I'm hot more often. I don't mind."

"Oh, I know you don't," you teased, poking at his side. "You live for it."

"You love it too," he grinned, leaning in to kiss you again—and this time, you didn't hold back. He pulled away just enough to hover, his breath warm against your lips as he murmured, "So… are we still going out for dinner, my queen?"

You bit your lip, cheeks flushed, and gave a small shake of your head. "I… think we're good right here."

Safe to say, dinner plans were officially off the table—no need for food when he was far too busy devouring you instead.

Sighs... just look at the damn CK pics. Need I say more? I wouldn't be edenesth if I didn't write anything after seeing them HAHA this and his fREAKING SOLO SONG ON THE NEW ALBUM WOOFWOOF hope y'all liked this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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[catsithkelpie]

Quotes like these are what kept me from feeling anxious about engagement when I first started tumblr (It's my only social media and first in a while). It's a wonderful thing when you remember everyone on the internet (minus bots)- and by extension, everyone in the world- is a real, whole person... and these people have said they like what you do! Your post only got 5 notes? Imagine 5 people complimenting your outfit as you walk down the street! That's a lot! Imagine displaying your art on a wall around a huge group of strangers and 5 people go out of their way to let you know they thought it was good!

This is why I feel absolutely giddy every time a new post of mine gets any notes. Someone liked that. They thought it was nice, maybe they even showed it off to others. How cool is that

Something I found on Twitter that really puts things in perspective as a creator.

[jstor]

genuine question: why tumblr?

i have never seen an actual real corporate entity on here (besides staff), you seem to be the first

im also really interested in the blog, ive always liked jstor, and your posts look pretty cool, im just wondering what made you start this blog (if you as the mod even know)

Hi there! This blog predates me by quite a few years, but if I had to guess, I'd say the original mod likely saw Tumblr's user base as having a lot in common with those who interact with JSTOR on a regular basis.

Tumblr has a very strong, lively community of people with wide-ranging passions and affinities, much like we do! Not only that, but Tumblr's overall culture of knowledge-sharing and deep engagement with history, literature, media, etc. resonates with us. We're also trying to make scholarship and primary sources more accessible for the curious.

This is also my personal favorite platform (I've been here for 13 years now), so I love having yet another excuse to log on :^)

[dellerose]

guys it's 4 in the morning and I'm plagued by thoughts but I think I fucking connected the dots. I think I know why gaster/mystery caller/whoever cut spamton off

I call it apostate lover theory

so I was watching this video (ABSOLUTELY EXCELLENT VIDEO GO WATCH IF YOU HAVE THE TIME) but to summarize it mentions the theory that spamton was originally going to give tenna the NEO body. and at first, I thought this was a stretch. but...

why DOES tenna know the word NEO?

seriously. as far as I know within the game the ONLY other person besides spamton who talks about the NEO body is swatch, and you could MAYBE extrapolate that the swatchlings and probably queen might know about the NEO body but would have no reason to tell anyone else about it. swatch made it clear that they tried to keep the thing hush hush. and, of course, the obvious person who we KNOW was talking to and working with tenna was spamton who literally prayed to the NEO body nightly while still staying at queen's mansion. he would be the obvious person to tell tenna about it.

why?

why would spamton tell him? why would spamton tell tenna about the NEO body, something he was obsessed with and which we are led to assume he only sought after for himself?

maybe because he did, indeed, want it for tenna, and not himself.

it's important to note that spamton himself says he was never a salesman for the money but for the freedom. particularly freedom from fate.

I can't think of why else spamton would tell him about the NEO body, a body with grand power, created by someone with the desire to be a grand entertainer, which you can upload your consciousness to.

and we know spamton knew of the prophecy, at least the part connected to tenna.

And though people speculate when Spamton knew this, I don't think this is what he was told at the last phone call. Spamton knows so many things about the world of Deltarune that he shouldn't. Parts of the prophecy fit into that. I think he already knew. But wouldn't it tear him apart? Eat him up inside?

Unless he thought that he could circumvent the prophecy by helping Tenna leave TV World.

Spamton spent all his time down there, praying to the NEO body, where he originally found the Shadow Crystal. Why would he be praying, if he was already in communion with a higher being who knew the ins and outs of the world? Almost seems blasphemous. An act of idolatry. Like he was putting his hopes and dreams into the NEO body, hoping it could defy fate. Which is ultimately what he wanted to do once he got the NEO body for himself after losing Tenna.

This is why the phone caller cut him off. Spamton was already defying the natural order, regularly going between dark worlds, promising to teach Tenna technology which would go against his nature. Spamton wanted to defy the natural order just for Tenna. The same man he worked side by side with. Compares himself to. Reminisces about nonstop and wore matching suits with. Who he also wanted to be, which would be so fitting that he took something intended for his partner, who he wanted to be, and took it for himself to try his hand ad vengeance and to show everyone he's better. Wouldn't trying to use the discarded dream of a lightner's desire to be in the spotlight, something basically seen as a sin to emphasize your own feelings over lightners', fit that oh so well?

This is why Spamton is so bitter. This is why he couldn't contemplate kindness or friendship until after being spared in the NEO fight. He tried to love someone so hard it tried to defy the rules of reality as set by the one in charge of this world, for Tenna, and he lost everything because of it and Tenna wrote him off as a liar and a cheat. I would be afraid to think of love as real after that, too.

As the video also points out, there's this moment with Tenna after saying everything is Spamton's fault. This comes right after saying "And where is HE!?" As pointed out, the ellipses here are notable. It could just be a line reaffirming the prior sentences where Tenna is angry, but Toby loves vague ellipses. What if he was saying if only he could get his hands on the NEO body and escape obsolescence, if that's what Spamton had offered him?

I will leave you off with this dialogue from the Spamton NEO fight which may I remind you is full of all sorts of reminiscing about Tenna.

Almost as if he's recalling what he proposed to Tenna. A leap of faith to give him his chance. In a fight where he's trying to rip out Kris' soul for his own... the "I won't force you. I can't. I can't force you." is ever so reminiscent of a caring, genuine question about something significant and important. A life changing decision. A decision to leave together, and never look back. Something Spamton can only conceive of doing for himself now, as an act of vengeance, accomplished through violence.

It wasn't just doomed. Trying to evade being doomed is what destroyed Spamton and their relationship.

[ablobwhowrites]

what if I get a little silly here guys.

You know how the MC is actually afraid of being abandoned and stuff but what if I make a angst fic with yandere date everything where y/n realizes all the objects but sees them just leave like they do in the real game but visits frequently like more than the game but once day on of the dateables come by and sees that y/n moved out. The house was actually empty, all the photos on the walls gone, the wallpaper just now repainted white even the welcome mat gone as well.

Y/n moved far away from were they once were and found a regular person to date and they hit it off with this person and y/n soon just forgets the yandere dateable's as they all have lives to live now so why would they just waste time coming back so y/n just decided to do them a favor and leave somewhere but now the dateables try to come back but y/n is in a happy relationship and doesn't really want to intrude of their new lives as they aren't regulated to the glasses anymore and y/n found a healthy way to help their fear of being alone and abandoned.

But the dateables won't accept it, y/n is supposed to be with them. Supposed to be happy with them not this random person so they'll have y/n see how happy they are with the ones who grew a relationship with. This time they aren't letting y/n go, never again but y/n might never go back to them because y/n is happy now, more happy then they ever been as this is a real relationship and real love they feel they never want to feel abandoned again and y/n did love them but they loved them enough to let them go.

How the dateables feel after they fumbled y/n to a regular ass person who can actually be there for them and not if across the damn globe. (not naming any na- Timothy.)

(sorry just got a little silly but I like this idea of a angst fic of the dateables trying to get y/n back but they don't want to go back to them. If you guys like this little ramble and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!.)

[acitybythelightunited]

PSA: Kids do not give a give a fuck about any of these tangents, only adults and industry people.

Because movies are about background noise for streaming binges with 10s to get you in the mood because it sells to the masses. Isn’t like Timothée Chalamet the biggest cash cow of the decade? Okay. Let’s replace him with like a toad person from Dee Reynolds dating pool and see if Dun3 sells. And tons of not subtle ads. The craft of art has lost its way a long time ago. Everything has been done and it’s all about rehashing old movies every 2-3 decades to restore the same old stories to new waves of kids and teens. These films already sold well so it’s a low risk investment. And Tinsel Town makes 13 Michael Myers movies not including Austin Powers. While simultaneously doing throwbacks for parents to mentor and reunite with their childhood lessons onto their offspring. Coming up with an original idea will make you the next Ari Aster. Good luck figuring out a storyline like that and casting it. It costs a lot of time, money, and rejection like falling on a skateboard 40 times til you get the footie on a 24 set with a huge rail. Hollywood got addicted to billion dollar turn overs. They do one huge film a year that wins pretty much every award, make the money last, and stop trying til next year to throw around all that cash on parties and flashy cars or real estate to flip into air bnbs to wallet rape MORE tourists. Did you not listen to the Diddler in The Greek? 21 koo koo roos. That’s why he’s still fine. UGHHHHHHHHH.

too many movies have been ruined by not casting ugly people

[creatingblackcharacters]

Idk, maybe I'm being too personal on the professional page. But for every major, trending antiblack issue I've ever seen on here, at MAX the racist will just "take a break" and/or delete their blog, and be back in five days and everyone (who had no right to accept the apology, btw) has accepted a half assed apology that they made to show "they're not racist, just baby 🥺". It happens like clockwork.

So if there's no real consequence for being a bigot on this site, if there's no impetus to discourage bigots from being present, if there's no social consequence for mistreating Black people on any level, fandom to political.... WHY would there be more Black people to interact with or creating things 😅

Why would I want to be an active part of a place where I know people hating me and mistreating me is socially acceptable, as long as the culprit sounds "nice" or "academic" or "they just didn't know is all!" Why would I want to be in a place where someone can harass me and send me slurs and condescend to me without acknowledgement, but when I get angry, I am "bullying", I am "mean", I am "overreacting"? Where people do nothing while I am targeted but thank me behind closed doors?

Y'all really gotta think about our humanity more often. Y'all are asking us to fight battles many of you won't even dare touch!

[nightingale-prompts]

I don't know why people think Danny would disagree with Batman on the no killing rule or why he'd be aligned with Jason on anything. Danny doesn't even believe in killing people who deserve it and even if he did he's a 14 year old boy. He believes in petty revenge of course but that's hardly the same as cutting people's heads off.

I feel like this fandom is more interested in voicing their own personal grievances with Bruce (though many of them don't read the comics) then writing Danny as the character he is. I'm not saying that I don't do that as well.

I just feel like sometimes people are writing Dan and not Danny. Danny at the end of the say is a average teenage boy. He's selfish sometimes but at the end of the day he's a good kid. He's not going to go on a murderous rampage on the Joker even preemptively especially if he has never met the guy before. (You guys know the fics im talking about. It's so common for Danny to see Danny met the Joker and immediately kill him just to gain Jason's attention or something) Danny hates clowns, I get it. But if seeing a clown is enough to make him lose touch with reality that's an awful portrayal of the character.

I don't think it's that big a deal at the end of the day to write fics like that. The problem is when fans start to think that's the default or that it's in Danny's character. At the end of the day I'd never write Danny killing someone. Not even the Joker because that's not his place. It's not his story. I'd never robe that from Jason or Bruce or anyone who has deep connections to that clown. Danny had his enemies and I'd be pissed to high hell if my worst enemy was killed by some guy I had never met. That would the most anticlimactic ending with no real resolution. No facing my demons up close or moral questioning. Boring. That worst part for me. It's boring. I've seen it a thousand times and it still just as boring as the first. It's not cleaver or insitful.

I miss when we talked about the layers of Danny. Now it's either "Danny is just a little gremlin who wants to make trouble." or "Danny is full of trauma and misery and he doesn't trust anybody." Its never "Danny is a complex character who isn't perfect and he can be a petty little shit sometimes. He loves his family and friends and is willing to extend the olive branch to those he sees as needing help even if they have hurt him."

The show was all about Danny growing into his hero role and helping others. He isn't a calluse vengeful monster. He can forgive. He can control himself. He is just a kid! He isn't VLAD! He isn't DAN!

[yanderemommabean]

People new to fandom really need to learn the fucking “don’t like don’t click” etiquette. Some anons think that anything outside of canon isn’t possible, like the characters being yandere. My guy. They’re tools. They’re ways to tell a story. They are not real.

No. You aren’t some big bad hero saving the day when you tell me you have personal issues with yanderes and possessive lovers. These characters and scenarios are words on a screen, I have it tagged as yandere, and I have made multiple posts about this shit.

If you don’t like yandere themes, if you get genuinely freaked out and triggered despite the warnings, it is not my JOB nor RESPONSIBILITY to make you comfortable. This is my fucking space. Block and move on.

No. I’m not romanizing anything. That’s the same stupid rhetoric I always hear that somehow I’m making AFABs more likely to be ok with abusive relationships. That just infantilizes AFABs and makes it even harder to be seen as HUMANS capable of LIKING DARK FICTION and being able to live NORMAL LIVES.

No one wants a majority of what they read in fic. It isn’t realistic. THAT IS WHY IT’S CALLED FAN FICTION. FICTION ISN’T REAL. NO ONE IS ACTUALLY OUT HERE TRYING TO GET KIDNAPPED IN REAL LIFE.

Learn how any fandom fucking works before you come to me on some stupid soap box. Being “weird” isn’t a god damn crime and liking this shit has nothing to do with how I am as a person.

-Mommabean

[pr1nceofg0tham]

what do you need from me tonight? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

i don’t care if you’re sick, i don’t care if you’re contagious.

𖥔 summary since befriending tim drake you have known exactly how he feels about his brothers: offlimits, forbidden, do not enter! this was never too difficult to maintain, never too hard to turn away when one smiles a little too bright, yet when sweet and sultry jason walks into the room it become harder to turn the other cheek.

𖥔 pairing jason todd x reader

𖥔 genre/tw best friends brother au!! fem!reader !! reader is tim’s bff, fluff! angst?! probably suggestive at times i can’t lie, intoxication, swearing !! jason is a softie, none of that charmer fuck boy jason here!! petnames, kissing, reader and jason are real yearners !! reader and tim are supposed to be like 21-22 which puts Jason at like 25-26 or so (in my mind) batfam mentions and cameos! we love!! librarian!jason !! historian!reader !! tim and reader are platonic soulmates <3 also tim calls reader chicken, idk why!! also thers gonna be typos and run on sentences probably (i blacked out)

𖥔 w/c 8.3k and some change

𖥔 a/n this came to me in a dream… idk i just feel like tim has such strong protective girl bestie vibes so this is what happened. i love tim and reader and reader and jason and i really hope you do too!! lemme know xoxo

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Since the moment you became friends with Tim Drake, you understood his brothers were completely off limits. It was apparent in how he would go out of his way to not mention them by name—only my brother this or my brothers that—it was in the look of pure disgust when someone would bring up just how hot his oldest brother was when he showed up on the news: alerting the public not to be worried about some crime in Blüdhaven. Even you, his best friend since the trauma of Philosophy 204 bonded you together, were not allowed to ask about them without a deadly glare shooting your way.

You understood, if you had a famous family full of wealthy handsome boys, you too would want to keep them aware from your friends. You shudder at the thought of some girl asking if your brother was single, thus whenever Tim gives you attitude about it, you allow yourself to laugh it off. It wasn’t until the summer between Freshman and Sophomore year that you were even allowed near Wayne Manor, and into the lives of his illustrious family. 

Now, five years into your friendship, you could say that you’ve fit yourself into Tim’s life quite nicely. Being his favorite lady, you’re often his date to galas and Sunday brunches with the wives of Wayne Enterprises, The person who comes along when Bruce says “you can bring a friend”, and most special, who he turns to when one of his brothers annoys him. Like now, 

“I just don’t know why I’m suddenly Damian’s chauffeur," Tim says, a familiar annoyance seeping from his voice. “Like, my father has billions of dollars yet I have to be the one to drive my little brother around, come on.” 

You laugh, but the easy way in which he talks about his family’s wealth brings a bad taste to your mouth… You, a girl born and raised in the lower sector of Gotham, find it quite gross how easy your friend throws his money around sometimes, which you remind him with a swat on the back of his head. “Hey! what the fuck was that for?” He exclaims with a laugh. 

“Timothy, you know better than to be all waspy when I’m around…” you sigh, “and anyway, it’s not like Damian goes anywhere but the library and the planetarium… he's just a kid.”

“A kid who threatens to poison me if I don’t buy him bug juice—which I gotta say he is getting too old for.” 

“Ahh, Timmy, are you just sad about your baby brother growing up?” You say, pouting your lips in the exact way you know annoys him. 

You’ve always thought it’s funny how annoyed Tim gets about Damian, a boy who’s only ever sweet to you—asking you about your favorite animals and telling you about the new exhibits at Gotham’s Natural History Museum. “I don’t get why it's so terrible, Dami’s just a sweetheart,”

“Ugh, maybe to you,” Tim replies, “he just thinks you’re cool cause you work at the Historical Society and you make fun of me,”

“Well, there’s a lot to make fun of.”

“Ha.Ha. Real funny guess who's uninvited to Dick’s birthday party.” With this, you pause. It’s true that most of the parties surrounding Tim’s family are unnecessarily boring and involve fitting into a tight dress and making your hair look presentable. There’s been quite a few times when you’ve wished that Tim would go with someone else and gift you the reprieve from a drawn out conversation with a doctor or a politician, (or whoever else Mr. Wayne invites to drum up philanthropy). However, you look forward to Dick’s birthday every year; a night filled with laughter and sweet drinks, getting to see Dick and his girlfriend Kory get a little too drunk and attempt to do gymnastics on the club’s dancefloor… Even better, it’s the one chance you really get to see Jason, Tim’s older and outcasted brother.. 

You remember the first time you met him, a Friday dinner you accompanied Tim to… It was the one night a week Alfred was free from dinner duty, thus the two of you had brought chinese and gelato for dessert and Damian kept pestering you about bringing him to the Zoo to see the snakes. 

You had already met everyone else, Dick with his charming smile and the spark in his eyes when he pulled your chair out (you’re sure it had more to do with annoying his brother than being a gentleman,) You’d met Duke when he followed his brother into university becoming a welcome third to your little group, and his father–Initmaditing and encompassing Bruce Wayne, but you’d never met Jason. 

You’d heard about him, heard the sighs from his father when he noticed his second son hadn’t shown up… Watched the careful way he was spoken about by his family, in past tenses and thinly veiled sadness. Tim had rarely brought him up to you, barely mentioning how there was some sort of accident, how it destroyed their father and separated Jason from himself and his family. 

You never liked seeing your best friend sad, it hurt too much to see his blue eyes gloss over, so you never brought him up, yet you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t curious. You remember seeing it on the news, the day that Jason Todd went missing… It wasn’t surprising to hear about a missing boy–living in Gotham meant a new tragedy every day–yet, you remember being shocked that something would happen to that bright young boy, grinning ear to ear in the school picture the news showed. 

You were only twelve, but you can think back and see so vividly the magic behind that smile, and how sad you were to realize that this boy, who could have very well gone to school with your sister, was gone… How sad he must be, you remember thinking, to be without his family. 

He was quite the mystery to you, more so after becoming friends with Tim, his brother who would so rarely mention him. It was when you saw him slouching at the dinner table and arguing with Dick, that your curiosity came back, you couldn’t believe it–he was so handsome, prettier than the newspaper made him look, and so tall, but you remembered Tim… Remembered how upset he got when Hannah Beauchamp asked him for his brother’s telephone number, so all you did was smile and say hello. 

After that you saw Jason more often, always quiet, always bright, but it was still glaringly rare… You never knew when he’d be there, unlike Dick who is unquestionable in his loyalty to family functions, Jason could be everywhere and nowhere all at once. Thus, the only surefire way to see him, is to go to Dick’s birthday, a gathering that Jason always appears at, showing his rare smile and a rare wish to his big brother. 

You can’t be uninvited, you really can’t be… 

“Timmy, you know I love you,” you say, giggling at the way his nose scrunches, “Please let me go with you to Dick’s party? Please please please!! I didn’t mean it, it’s so hard to make fun of you!” 

You know you’ve won when his head tilts, nose sticking straight up like an aristocrat in a children’s novel, you know you’ve won because he sighs into a sweet smile–bringing his hand up to muss your hair. 

“You know I can’t go anywhere without you, Chicken.” At his words you unceremoniously jump at him, encircling him into your grasp and squealing out ‘thank you’s.’ “But,” you groan. “You have to come with me tonight… If I have to hear Damian go on and on about Casseiopeia, you do too.” 

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄ 

The party was in full force when you arrived, music blaring, couples kissing, the whole nine; It smelled like sweat and tequila, and fancy perfume, and you wished you could feel this way more often.

Tim doesn’t like going out, doesn’t feel safe bringing you out into the Gotham nightlife–your best friend, sweet and loyal and protective, over his family, over you… You know he’s just looking out for you, but the frustrated sighs and the “that place isn’t safe for a little Chicken like you,” get exhausting. He gets frustrated when you go out by yourself, insistent that your group of girls would be much safer if you guys partied at home, yet he never seems to have a problem if his brothers are there too… more eyes on you, he says when you ask. 

Still, you wouldn’t trade him for the world–how lucky were you, that your best friend cared so much… 

He had gasped when he picked you up, a caricature of your sisters and girlfriends: he squealed and told you he loved your dress, (as if he wasn’t the one who paid for it), a routine that was familiar and warm. He’d driven you both himself, complaining about traffic and assholes who don’t use their blinker, he was telling you about his day and the “insolent” acts Damian committed at school. It was rather nice, just you and Tim listening to shitty pop-punk and laughing, a familiar scene that’s gotten rarer and rarer as his responsibilities have piled on. 

He had squeezed your hand before getting out of the car, smiling at you with earnest eyes and a mischievous grin, and told you: “If Dick’s friend Wally hits on you, tell him I still have the pictures from last summer.” 

You were a ball of nerves in the elevator, stomach dropping as it went up, up, up to the Penthouse, shying away from the stares and whispers that follow Tim around. But now, encased in house music and the saccharine smell of young lust and birthday magic, your anxiety eases and the smile you send your best friend’s way is finally sincere. 

He takes your hand to lead you through the erratic rhythm of dancing bodies, sending dirty looks to men who look at you too long, leading you through the suite like he’s Orpheus on a mission. He doesn’t turn back to smile at you until you’ve reached your destination, the large rooftop patio where the pool lives, here you find Dick–front flipping into the pool fully clothed. His form is perfect, spinning into the water with a ballerina like elegance, a visage so striking against the electronica pumping through the night. 

He comes up for air with far less grace, however, shaking his hair out like a dog and yelling at Kory to join him. When he sees his little brother, his face breaks into the most earth-shattering smile, before he breaks into senseless giggles–telling everyone, “You guys! My baby brother Timmy is here!” 

Tim, a boy who loves his brothers more than anyone except maybe you, grins at the older boy's voice–pulling you along to greet him properly. 

“Happy birthday, Dick!” You tell him, voice raising to be heard over the music and the squealing euphoria of his guests.

“Oh my! Timmy’s little Chicken is here!” Dick’s fondness for you is no surprise, as a professional older brother it is his job to love everyone his siblings love. “Jason! Look who's here!”

It's almost comical how fast you look up, how curious you are to see him, so curious you don’t hear Tim’s sigh or the way his hold on your arm tightens. Like Magic, Jason stands in front of you, leaning against a wall like a poor parody of James Dean. He looks a bit put out, a little annoyed to be interrupted in what looks like a riveting conversation with Roy Harper– a man you’ve only ever met through Tim’s phone on nights when he goes out without you. 

“Hey guys,” He says, friendly enough yet you can’t help but notice how much tenser he looks now that Tim stands before him. “Timmy, I heard you’re taking up more and more roles at Dad’s,” he sounds strained, but it’s obvious that he’s trying. 

“Yeah, our little baby brother is awesome, Bird, but let’s not forget it’s my turn to receive your  compliments.” Dick exclaims, panting a bit from treading water. 

“Yeah, yeah, Dickie, you just gotta wait for it, man.” Jason says, before turning back to Roy, you know at once that their exchange is over, you’re not sure what happened… It seems almost like Tim and Jason fought, niceties were exchanged, yes, but the look in their eyes: exhausted and awkward, says more than the short conversation they shared. 

They get like this sometimes, a phenomenon you don’t quite understand… You’ve witnessed moments where they seem like best friends, joking and joining together in teasing Damian, yet there's other times… Moments like this, when it seems like there's years of separation and frustration between them. 

You can feel Tim pulling you away, his hold on your hand a little tighter than you would like it to be… You can hear Dick yelling at him to stay, ‘the waters nice and warm,’ he yells, yet it's obvious he’s not too worried about it once Kory swims over to him. More than anything you can see Jason, nodding at you from his place against the wall–his drink tipping your way as if to say goodbye. 

You’re still a little confused when Tim drags you back into the suite to dance, finding Conner and Stephanie along the way. The four of you twirl and laugh and drink, the boys spinning you and Steph around and around–passing the two you back and forth until you're dizzy and drunk. Tim’s hands steady you, leading you in a crazy dance the two of you made up junior year, and grinning when you drunkenly tell him you love him. The night is alive, it’s burning with winter yearning and the feeling that you’d never be this young again. How you love your friends, how you wonder what's ailing them. 

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄ 

The music is thunderous, eating away at your ear drums and seeping into your bones until your body sings along. You’re not sure what time it is any more, or where Tim went… Your last memory is Conner giving you his jacket before pulling your friend away, a sight that made you giggle and roll your eyes. Steph’s seemed to disappear too, leaving you all alone on the dance floor, swaying in time with the music and whispering jokes to nobody. 

The crowd seems to have gotten bigger and the drinks stronger, a revelation that sends you in search of Tim or Dick, or someone you know. Yet, you can’t find them anywhere, off with Conner and Kory surely, abandoning you with only vodka and an empty chip bowl to keep you company. The party seems lonelier now, the music dull and throbbing in your ears, and all the dancing seems out of rhythm. It’s almost like you’ve stepped out of the faery ring, released yourself from an enchantment, and now everything that was once magic is all wrong. 

That things happening, that thing where you begin to have nostalgia for the moment you’re in, a kind of bittersweetness veiling over your eyelids as you take in the dark room. This happens sometimes, where you get a sudden case of the blues–too much adrenaline, too much happiness for one person, so it comes out as sad. It doesn’t help that you’re all alone, that Tim left you to go kiss Conner and you don’t really know anyone else, not truly–not the way you need to know them for a moment like this. 

You find yourself on the stairs, leaning against the railing as you attempt to regain your balance. The world seems to be spinning, whether it's from the alcohol or all the dancing you’re unsure of, yet the sky seems to be under your feet. You wished Tim was here… he always knew what to do, always knew how to make you laugh when you’re sad and get you home without a scratch… Stupid Conner, you think, stealing your best friend from you when you need him most… typical. 

It's minutes later that you feel someone nudging you awake, shaking you from your place on the stairs. The person's hands are rough and warm and gentle, easing you back into consciousness, accompanied by  whispers of “come on, little one.” 

You don’t feel very good, the alcohol and the sadness filling your throat with the taste of vomit, yet you find it in yourself to look up. Light invades your senses and that same blaring electronica finds a home in your ears again, a repeated refrain of call on me beating into your bones. You find the eyes of the intruder, green like summer; they’re looking down at you in concern, all squinty like a crescent moon. It's not until the song changes that you realize it’s Jason looking at you, your mystery come to find you. 

“Jason?” you ask, your voice covered in sleep and intoxication. “What are you doing here?” 

“I could ask you the same thing, Where’s Timmy?” 

“Off with Conner.” You harrumph, sneering at his name as if they aren’t two of your most treasured friends. 

“And he left you all alone?” He looks a little surprised by this, and a little upset, a combination that will surely keep you up thinking about what it means. 

“Yeah, can you believe that?! He’s a treacherous traitor who betrayed me.” 

“You know, I’m pretty sure all those things mean the same thing.” He laughs a little, and you wish you were sober just so you could really hear him, the fear you feel that you might not remember this fills you with dread. It's so rare that you get to see him, so rare that you get to talk to him without Tim around to make things different and tense… your crush on Jason is not so hidden, a truth that eats at you in moments like this. You’re sure they probably all know, can all see how flustered you get around him, but you’d never act on it–you’d never do anything to hurt Tim, (that includes kissing his brothers), thus you pretend like it doesn’t affect you as much as it does. But here now, with Jason sitting next to you on the stairs, sharing space and oxygen and more words than you’ve ever spoken to each other before, you feel it becoming harder and harder to pretend. 

“Why are you sitting with me, Jason?” You ask him.

‘What?” He replies, eyes wide in shock or maybe confusion. “You’re my little brother’s best friend and you’re asleep on the stairs, why wouldn’t I be sitting with you.” His voice is pure Gotham, it brings a smile to your lips. 

“I see, is it just because I’m Timmy’s best friend.” 

“Are you flirting with me, Casanova?” he laughs, bringing a bottle of water up to his lips. 

“Never ever, Mr. Todd, I swear it, cross my heart.” You can see how he’s smiling, goofier than you’ve ever seen it, less sculpted than the usual smirky grin he wears around his brothers. 

“You’re drunk.” He says, before handing you his bottle of water, “Drink.” He says it like a command, like something you couldn’t say no to even if you tried, so you listen, yet you can’t stop thinking about his lips around it just a few seconds before. It invades your senses– the image of his rosebud lips curling around the top like a kiss… What is a kiss if not two mouths touching? What is a kiss without a kiss? Shared saliva and phantom smiles pressing against your own? 

One of his large hands goes to the bottom of the plastic bottle–tipping it up further as if to get you to drink more, his eyes swallow you, commanding eye contact as the water tumbles down your throat. “That’s a good girl.” He tells you, voice low and pleasing. It’s only when the bottle is empty that he takes his hand away, lowering the bottle from your lips and looking back into the humid party. 

How handsome he is, you think, it’s obvious he dressed up a little more for this than when you usually see him. He’s in all black, slacks and t-shirt displaying some 90s anime, he even has jewelry on: silver rings and heavy chains around his neck… He looks ravishing, like someone should take him home before other people can perceive him. You remember that first time you saw him, that fifteen year old boy on the news who looked like Peter Pan; you remember how you felt when you read that he was missing, if only you could have told yourself you would have found him one day. 

“Jason?” You whisper, “Where did you go?” He’s surprised at the question, that much is obvious, but he doesn’t seem mad, more tired; exhausted by the memory. 

“Neverland.” He whispers back, a response that brings a smile to your lips even though it’s not an answer. 

“What was it like?” 

“Hmm,” he says, thinking about his answer. “Well, it was pretty, there were pirates and mermaids, and little fairy girls like you.” That makes you laugh, a big booming thing that escapes. 

“I’m a little fairy girl, now?” 

“Oh yeah, I saw you spinning earlier… round and round like you were trying to fly.” 

“Well, I’m all out of pixie dust.” You tell him, which brings that goofy smile back to his pretty face. 

He doesn’t say anything else, just sits quietly with you, humming songs he knows and snorting at the drunken antics of Dick’s guests. It’s nice, just sitting with him–there is no need to fill the space, just peace and quiet. Finally, when you’re feeling sober enough to be a little worried by his answer, you ask, “Why’d you leave? I mean what made you come home?” 

It takes him a moment to answer, but when he does it’s full of secrets and saved up sadness, his voice gruff with the memory of it. “I just had to grow up I guess.” 

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄ 

Days later you’re still thinking about that conversation on the stairs, how sad he looked… how vulnerable and young he appeared. When Tim finally showed himself, he was shocked to find you with his brother, thanking him over and over again for keeping you company. You remember how Jason smiled, sweet and sleepy, before he said No problem, Timmy, you just get her home safe. It’s less of a memory and more of a dream, like you went off to Neverland too. 

It was difficult to find sleep that night, too shaken and embarrassed by your own behavior… Nerves ate at your brain every time you thought about how natural it was to talk to him, nerves that only got worse when you wake up to a text from an unknown number: 

 ‘Hey, fairy girl, it’s J. just want to make sure you got back alright’ 

It filled you with heat and parasitic flutters in your belly, but you couldn’t answer… couldn’t get over the guilt you felt when imagining Tim’s reaction, no matter how innocent it all was. So you left it alone, didn’t answer him and went on with your day as normal as you could make it: lunches with Tim and group chat gossip with Duke and Stephanie, anything that could distract you from the fire blazing in your veins. 

You were still a little cross with Tim for leaving you all alone, but after making him take you out to breakfast and promise to buy you whatever you wanted for the next week, you thought you’d cut him some slack. He was acting a little weird, he kept making that face that only conjures itself when he’s trying to figure something out, and he repeatedly asked you if Jason said anything interesting to you– a question that has you shaking your head every time.

His words were just for you, you knew that more than you knew anything, so even though it was unfamiliar, you kept it from your best friend. 

It’s been a week since that fateful night, a week full of sleeplessness and butterflies when you thought about his bright eyes and warm hands. You’ve always had a bit of a crush, but now it's stifling–incinerating you with the absolute truth of it. Even here at work it suffocates you, presses down in between the dark archives of old newspapers and preserved textiles. It's just another day of paperwork and organization, studying old books on Cherry Hill in hopes to find something that could help stop the impending gentrification. 

Tim’s on his way with lunch, something Alfred cooked up to be sure, an exciting but slightly unnerving prospect. You’ve never been afraid of your best friend before, but you’ve also never kept a secret from him… you know it's not a big deal, so what if you and Jason had a sleepy drunken conversation at Dick’s birthday party? It wasn’t like you kissed! Hell, his hands barely even touched your skin except to wake you up, yet the fear of hurting Tim is so massive and encompassing you can’t help but feel like you need to hide it. 

You hear him say hello to your coworkers, hear his graceful steps down into the basement, he takes the stairs two at a time. When he finally arrives in front of you, he is jovial–smiling wider than you’ve seen in awhile. He dawdles on, handing you your lunch and telling you about how Alfred made twice the amount so all his kids could have some. It’s nice to hear him speak about his family, you relish in it… how happy he sounds when he speaks of his brothers, Alfred and Stephanie, the smile in his voice when he tells you you’re invited to another Friday Dinner. 

“Barbara and Kory are coming too, you’ll be there, yeah?” 

“Yeah, Definitely,” You tell him, but your heart isn’t in it. Tim notices it, of course he does, but he doesn’t call it out. You’ve been acting strange lately, but he trusts that you’d come to him if you really needed help. He stays until you both finish your lunch, kissing you on the head before he heads back towards the WE building; the guilt creeps back in when he leaves, roots of shaming entangling you like vipers. 

This routine follows you into the week, Tim bringing lunch and stories of Conner and Duke and the mischief they’ve gotten themselves into. Your work kept you busy, working late into the night– the book you found on the Founding of Gotham was interesting, and it was proving to be rather helpful in proving your suspicions that the original City Hall was located in the Cherry Hill suburb of Gotham City. You hoped you’d be able to find all the sources you needed, but it was becoming a bigger and bigger project than you ever realized–a project that was impeding on your life. 

It was late into the afternoon when Jason came to see you, bringing with him a smile and something hidden in his book bag. 

“Knock-knock, Little fairy, can I come in?” He asks you, halting on the last step. It's dark down here, lit only with lamps and reading lights, still he is beautiful–the white streak in his hair curling down over his eyes. He looks rather comfy, wrapped up in a sweater and a leather jacket, his book bag crossing over his chest and falling around his hip. God, he’s lovely, and he’s here… Why is he here? 

“What are you doing here?” You ask, startled by his presence and the life it brings. 

“I wanted to bring you some flowers,” He tells you, a secret smile playing on his lips. You look at his empty hands, a confused grin finding its way to your face. 

“Where are the flowers, Jason?” You laugh, although it halts when that goofy grin emerges again. Looking at you slyly he takes something out from his bag, pulling out a stack of books and handing them to you. Still confused you shuffle the pile to read each title,

 Dandelion Wine, White Oleander, The Chrysanthemums, Daisy Miller, The Secret Garden… 

Oh dear, you think, how sweet is this boy? And why? After you’d ignored his message… 

“Flowers,” he says, tilting his head towards you, that charming smile still living on his face. 

Who is this wonderful, handsome boy? When his brothers speak of him, they describe him as gruff and unlikable–mean and sulky. Yet this Jason is bright and euphoric, sweet and happy and mischievous…

He brought you flowers… flowers that you could keep on your shelf forever; stories of life and sadness and magic. 

“Oh my,” you say, “Thank you, Jason.” 

“Of course, I wanted to make sure you were okay…” He hesitates for a minute before continuing on, “Y’know, you never answered my text and I thought maybe Dickie gave me the wrong number.” 

“Oh, no it was the right number,” you sigh. “I just don’t want Tim to feel weird about the two of us becoming friends…” 

“Are we becoming friends then,” he asks you, eyes brighter than before. He looks so young like this, starry eyed and grinning like he won a blue ribbon. 

“I don’t know, Jason, are we?” 

“I’m inclined to say yes, fairy girl. I don’t steal books from the library for just anyone.” 

Shocked, you turn the books over and sure enough, the library's barcode sits against the hardcover. 

“Jason! What the hell?! You can’t just steal from the library!” You yell, yet all he does is laugh. It’s such a pretty sound, deep and melodious like a song you can’t forget the words to. You wonder how often he really laughs like this, true and belly-full, like he means it. 

“I work at the library, Sugar, don’t worry.” He rasps out, “I’m the person who has to buy the new books anyway… so don’t worry about it.” The pet name rolls off his tongue salaciously, finding its way into your tummy, filling you with warmth and a vision of him at Gotham City Public Library. You’re not sure how you never knew, how you never saw him there in your late night book runs for your work. It fills you with fondness and makes your smile somehow brighter than it already was. 

“Well, thank you anyway, J.” You tell him. “Really, no one's ever given me flowers before.” 

When his eyes meet yours the floor shakes beneath you, destabilizing you into nervous fidgeting and shy smiles. You can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe your mystery is standing in front you–vulnerable and handsome and smiling. He brought you flowers… God, what are you going to tell Tim? 

You see he’s getting ready to leave, so you ask (quicker than you thought possible,) “Do you wanna stay for a while? I’m just reading through some sources, but it might be better with company?” The smile he gives you is serendipitous, magical and dreamlike. 

He stays with you long into the night, reading all the left pages as you read the right and sharing his own suspicions. He mentions books at the library that might be useful, and tells you how cool he thinks what you’re doing is, he smiles the whole time. It's late when you finish, yawning and blinking away the strain, he looks more and more like that school picture you once fawned over– young and happy, Peter Pan. 

He insists on walking you home, leading you through the still busy Gotham Streets with a hand grazing your back and a watchful eye on the city. Every once in a while he stops to make sure you’re going the right way, and to ask if you’re still alright, a question that brings a smile to your lips and goosebumps on your skin. 

When you finally make it home, skin bitten cold and his jacket hanging off your shoulders, he smiles faintly at you, bringing his hand up to push a loose strand of hair back behind your ear. 

As he turns to leave he tells you, 

“Don’t forget to get those flowers in some water, see you Friday,” And with the way your heart stops, you know you’re doomed. 

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Tim Drake is lots of things, but a fool is not one of them. He sees how different Jason is acting during patrol: stumbling over ledges and pulling out the wrong gun. He’s been weird since Dick’s party, quicker to smile and more interested in you than ever before… he remembers seeing Jason try to covertly listen to the Comm when Dick asked Tim how you were,

 “How’s Chicken Little doing, Timmy?” 

But before he could answer, Damian swiftly responded: 

“She doesn’t like it when you guys call her that, can’t you see her nose scrunch up in disgust? Honestly you’re all a bunch of buffoons.” 

Tim, however offended he might be at Damian thinking he knows you better than him, couldn’t help but focus on Jason instead. His face might be covered by his mask, yet his body language is unmistakable–he’s more interested than he should be. 

“Might I remind all of you, she is off limits, do not disturb, dead end… I will kill you and send your entrails to Lex Luthor to make some weird clone of you if you even think about it.” This message is for all of them, but you’d have to be stupid to not realize it was really only for Jason–Dick and Kory have been basically engaged since they were 20 and Damian still drinks bug juice for God’s Sake… the only other person it could be is Duke, but if the gagging sounds he’s making over the comm mean anything, he doesn’t need to be worried. 

Nobody says anything for a second, laughter from Dick and Duke creeping in through his ear piece, yet it all stops when Jason speaks up for the first time that night. 

“You know, you really should let her make her own decisions… She’s not a little girl.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean, Hood?” Tim asks, getting actually truly angry for the first time. There’s a reason why he tried to keep you to himself in the beginning of your friendship, he knows you think it’s because he didn’t want you to date his brothers, but really he didn’t want to have to share another thing. So much of his life belongs to his family, he just wanted one thing to belong to him. 

“Don’t get angry, please, Birdie?” Jason replies, there's no heat in it, just exhaustion. 

“What. Do. You. Mean? Hood?” Tim says again, getting more and more frustrated by the minute. 

“I just mean she’s a grown up, and she should be allowed to talk to whoever she wants to, even if it weirds you out.” 

It strikes Tim as something that wouldn’t bother him if it was about anyone but you, if it was Steph or Bart or Cassie, it wouldn’t have mattered. But it is you, the first friend he’s had that's entirely his own–you’re his best friend in the entire world, the person he loves the most, and he doesn’t need anyone, especially not Jason Todd, telling him how he should act with you. 

“Keep your advice to yourself, Red Hood,” Tim barks out to his brother, yet there's a piece of him that's thinking about what he said, a voice in the back of his head that tells him maybe he should listen. 

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When Tim calls you to tell you not to come to family dinner, you can’t help but be confused and a little hurt. Sure, he said he’d just come over to yours instead, but the thought that someone was upset with you, or worse that Tim used his brilliant brain to suss out your crush before you could tell him, and now he’d never let you back around his brothers again, whittled its way into your heart and wouldn’t let go. 

You never wanted to do anything that would hurt Tim, he’s the person who you trust most in the world, the only person you could say confidently that you would kill or be killed for. You love him, infallibly and wholly, and thinking that he might be hurt by something you’ve done, even as innocent as a couple moonlit conversations with his brother, consumes you into a hellmouth of anxiety. 

He arrives at seven, the time he said he’d pick you up for family night, but instead of meeting you at your door, he barrels in. There’s a wild look in his eyes, a look you’ve only seen once– when your Philosophy 204 professor fell over and began to aspirate through a seizure–it’s painful and worried, and you wonder what's making him so upset now. However, when you ask, all he does is shake his head, almost like he’s trying to shake out the worries, pound them out like water in your ears. He looks beyond you, into your kitchen and his sighs become heavier and more sporadic, did he run here? 

“I’m trying to figure something out,” He tells you, his voice kinder than his body language made it seem like it would be, yet you’re not surprised–in the five years of being his friend, he’s never once raised his voice at you. 

“Okay, what's up?” You ask, anxious. 

“Are you and Jason in love? Are you having some sort of gross affair?” 

“What?!” You exclaim, sure you have a crush on Jason, and yes you think it would be quite easy to fall in love with him, but come on… Two conversations and childhood crush don’t suddenly turn into an affair. 

“Don’t “what” me, Chicken! I have Jason telling me to treat you like a grown up and now I walk in here and his jacket is hanging from my chair… MY CHAIR!” He says, shocking a laugh out of you, “The chair I sit in, god what has life come to?” 

“Timmy, we’re not having an affair, he just walked me home after bringing me something at work.” You approach him like a snake tamer, slow and kind in your steps–the same steps you saw the zoo keeper take the last time you and Tim brought Damian to Gotham Zoo. 

“But you like him?” He asks, suspicious and guarded. You can’t tell what’s happening in his head, can’t seem to read his mind like you usually can, so instead you let your hands fall onto his shoulders–fingers splaying out to run through the hair on his neck. 

“Yes,” You say, quiet as a mouse. “Is that okay?” 

Tim lets his head fall into your tummy, blowing out a big gasp of air into your shirt, which makes you laugh and push him away. 

“Of course it’s okay, Chicken… I just want you to be happy.” He sighs, “I just don’t really know if you will be happy with him… my brother he’s,” He hesitates, thinks about how he should say this without ruining anything, before he continues: “Jay’s complicated, what happened fucked him up… really bad. And I love you, more than him, more than anyone–you’re my girl. I don’t want you to feel trapped in a bad situation, and feel like you can’t come to me cause he’s my brother… I’ll always be on your side.” 

You smile and let out what feels like all the air in your lungs. How you love your stupid, silly, best friend, as if Jason would ever make you feel trapped and horrible when all he ever wants to do is be free? 

“You don’t have to worry about me, Timmy, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” The nickname makes him smile, brings him back to college when all you guys would do was watch Chicken Little and drink bottled sweet tea, when you’d call him Timmy and beg him to let you prank call his dad. Yet, the sentiment makes him sad, how are you a big girl if you’re both still just kids? He doesn’t feel that grown up yet. 

“That’s what he said you know,” He replies. “Just, why didn’t you tell me?” He’s watching you, looking at you in that way that makes you spill all your secrets, so you tell him, 

“I didn’t want to upset anyone, and I don’t know if he even likes me back, so..” 

“Are you crazy?! Of course he likes you, my brother hates literally every single person he interacts with other than Alfred, yet he’s coming to your work to surprise you? Come on.” He’s laughing though it sounds a little pained. It does little to comfort your swirling thoughts. You’re so happy Tim’s not angry, so happy that he’s not throwing you onto the curb like you expected, but he still seems so sad. 

You wish you could swaddle him up and make everything okay, promise that you’d never stop being friends, make sure he knows that you’re not going away–that all of this is a little dramatic for a little crush. 

“Are you okay, Timmy? With the chance that something might happen between me and Jason?” 

“Yeah, Chickadee, just…” he sighs, “Don’t forget what I said, okay? About him being complicated.” You nod, but before you can say anything, he speaks up again. “And, Chicken? Remember our pact about getting married for taxes… it’s you and me spending our afterlives together, not you and Jason.” 

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You wake the next morning a bundle of limbs and sleepy energy, Tim is barely conscious next to you and the apartment smells faintly of cheetos and ramen; you’d spent the night watching Avatar: The Last Airbender and reminiscing about the good old days. You told him about everything that's happened with Jason, starting from that first sight of his missing poster and ending with the bouquet of books. He was obviously a little grossed out to be talking about his brother in this way, but it felt good to see you so giggly and happy. 

He’d felt bad for making you skip out on family night, a feeling of guilt that shook in his bones as his father and eldest brother texted him about skivving out on family bonding. But, he wouldn’t go back to change it, he was so afraid he was going to lose you, that you’d get tired of him and make friends with other people, that having this night with you was well worth all the lectures he was going to have to put up with. 

He’s watching you now, anxious and blushing, and he can’t help but feel in awe of you–his pretty best friend, really crushing on someone for the first time. Some part of him is glad that person is Jason, at least then he won’t feel too bad about breaking his nose if he starts any shit with you. 

“Everythings gonna be okay,” He says, using your first name in a rare scene of seriousness. 

“Yeah, I know.” You tell him. “I just, don’t wanna ruin anything.” 

“You know, he’s working today… might wanna bring him some flowers.” 

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The library is alive, warm and inviting like a lover’s embrace. It smells like parchment and dust and clorox wipes, a combination that instantly brings you back to school–elementary crushes and schoolyard gossip. 

There’s not very many people here, too early on a school day for anyone to really be finding solace between the aisles, but you see him. Jason sits behind the front desk, wiry glasses settled on his nose and a book in his lap. He hasn’t noticed you yet, too absorbed in his work to really be paying attention. For a minute, you just stand and admire him–this mysterious creature who walked into your life and never left. All these feelings are brand new and ancient… romantic and friendly, respect and admiration. It would all be so easy, with him–to lose yourself in love and friendship–you want it so badly. 

You can see it so vividly, waking up with him and spending nights intertwined, reading together and researching maniacally. Falling for him is easy, loving him will be hard you know, but seeing him now: pretty and warm in the afternoon light makes the decision rather easy. 

“I’d like to return some books,” you say once you’ve reached him, startling him out of his reverie. 

He can’t believe it’s you, beautiful and bright–like a protagonist out of an Austen novel. He thought he’d never be allowed near you again, thought he ruined it all by bringing you up to Tim, but here you were–lovely like the morning. You’re carrying books, flowers, and your smile is starlight. 

“Well, right this way, Ma’am.” He tells you, once he finds his voice. “I didn’t realize you could replant flowers after you’ve picked them.” He’s teasing you, but really he’s not sure why you’ve brought the books back–is it a way to let him down? Or are you just returning the favor? 

He leads you into the back, unprofessional sure, but he needs to be alone with you. You’re so anxious, he can tell… he needs to be able to reach out and feel you. 

“I just felt like you deserved flowers too, Jay.” You tell him, sweet and lovely like always. 

“Hmm, well I refuse them… they’re all yours, I already replaced them.” His eyes are mischievous again, burning with joy as they stare into yours. You’re reminded of that night on the stairs, when he made you drink water and burned you alive. 

“I talked to Tim,” You tell him, watching as his smile drops. 

“Let me guess, he told you I’m bad news and doesn’t want you around me, right?” He asks, rough with the hurt of past bruises. 

“Actually, he told me you’re bad news but he’s trusting me to be able to handle it.” Jason looks surprised, his summer green eyes wide with shock. He guessed he never really thought Tim would be okay with it… 

He remembers seeing you for the first time: soft and gorgeous in the lowlight of the manor, he was sitting with Damian and remembers how the breath shot out of his lungs at the sight of you. Dami’s been teasing him about it for years now, bringing you up to piss Tim off and making plans for you to bring him to the planetarium on days when Jason said he’d pick him up–like a goddam parenttrap. He thinks back to that night on the stairs a few weeks ago, you looked so pretty spinning around with your friends, like Thumbelina. When he found you on the stairs he was panicked: worried about you and worried about Tim who never left your side, but you were still just so pretty. 

He can’t believe you here now, bringing him flowers and his brother’s approval. He’s waited for this for so long, for the okay from the one person dearest to you, the one person who could make Jason actually care about listening to him. 

“He really said that?” Jason asks you, hesitant and careful like he’s worried you’re playing a joke on him. 

“He really said that,” You reply, laughing when Jason pulls you into a hug. He holds you for a few minutes, feels the air in your lungs press into his belly as you breathe in and out, it feels so good to have you here, to know that he’s not making anything worse by wanting you. 

“So that means you’ll go out with me then, fairy girl?” he asks you, his rough fingers moving up to grasp your chin, tilting it up so you’re looking into his eyes. He waits for you to nod, then waits for the word, yes, to emerge from your pretty lips, before lowering down to kiss your forehead. He feels you sigh, feels your hands shake from their place on his arms, his kisses move down down down until they meet the corner of your lips. You're smiling slightly, like you’re having a happy dream, and when he kisses you for real that smile becomes a big grin. 

It’s all teeth and laughter and the awkwardness of a first kiss, but Jason holds you up and lets you gasp into his mouth and swallows your sighs. He licks into your mouth and clashes his teeth against yours and calls you his fairy, his magic girl come to take him back to Neverland. He holds you tighter and tighter, and feels you shake under his affection, how lovely it is, how badly he wants to make your bones rattle. 

“I’ll bring you more flowers on our date, sugar.” He tells you, kissing the underside of your jaw, before pulling away. He’s sad he has to let you go, frustrated that he has to stay at work while you get to go and hang out with Tim and Damian at the Museum all day, but the kiss you press into his hand–innocent and earnest–makes it worth it. 

He leads you out of the back room and into the well-lit main entrance, pausing only to grab his book from the front desk. “By the way, I found this while I was stacking shelves, I thought it might be useful for your project.” 

In his hands is a book titled Gotham City’s Founding Buildings, and on the cover, miraculously an illustration of Cherry Hill. 

It’s too easy to fall in love with him, you think again, smiling as you pull him into another kiss.