#like truly what is the point of anything anymore

[yutarot]

ride or die. l.jn smau

018 — for her, i am.

(a/n: u might wanna grab some popcorn for this one.)

JENO POV

“i know who leaked my secret.”

he had said it so quickly that he forgot the words had even come from his mouth.

jaemin stares at him, eyes wide in a mix of shock and weirdly, sadness.

but then jeno realises why. he had let jaemin be bullied, staying silent as all of his friends attacked him. he had done nothing.

jaemin didn’t care that jeno knew who it was, he didn’t care who had ruined jeno’s life, because jeno had ruined his. he thought that jeno thought it was him, he had assumed that’s why jeno did nothing, out of hatred, out of anger. but now, now it made no sense. jeno was meant to be his bestfriend.

jeno became angry at the thought. not at jaemin, but at himself. and he hadn’t even explained to him the whole story yet, he hadn’t even told him who it was.

jaemin spoke first after their silence.

“you better start explaining.” jaemin says, and rightfully so. jeno feels as if he should had done the explaining a while ago, he wanted to. but it all happened too quick. he never got the chance.

he doesn’t know why, but he feels like jaemin and him aren’t going to be the same after this. not after what he’s about to tell him.

jaemin grows inpatient, angry even.

“come on, jeno, im not gonna sit here and wait for the fucking grass to grow!!”

jeno says nothing still, and this only makes jaemin’s anger worsen. but he just doesn’t know what to say, how to word the sentence that will ruin their friendship.

“WHO WAS IT JENO?” jaemins grabbing his shirt at this point, and there’s nothing he can do but close his eyes and take it. “WHO WAS IT YOU HAD TO PROTECT SO MUCH TO THE POINT WHERE YOU HAD TO LET ME GET PUSHED AROUND, HUH? WHO SPILLED YOUR FUCKING SECRET, WHO DID YOU FEEL WAS SO SPECIAL TO YOU THAT YOU COULDNT SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE?!! WHO WAS IT, JENO?! WHO W-“

jeno’s heart races. his fists clench. his arms tense.

he snaps.

“IT WAS ME!”

jaemin stills.

he lets go of jeno’s shirt.

his eyes never divert from his, his last breath never leaving. they both stand in the apartment lobby, the cold air of outside, breezing through the window, half cracked open, the distant buzz of the vending machine whirring in the corner and the deep hue of the midnight sky absorbing the light from around them.

they’re silent, they’re still.

neither of them dare to speak.

until jeno notices jaemins face.

it’s not anger, it’s not sadness. it’s pity.

“it was me.” jeno’s voice is lower now. “i leaked my own identity.” he looks at the floor, in both solemnity and shame.

“why?” jaemin asks. “why would you do that to yourself?”

“i didn’t know it would spread so fast. i posted it on an anonymous account before my race. i wasn’t expecting it to be spread so quick, let alone on national news. i thought it would be slow, i was going to tell you, i was going to tell everyone. i had decided i didn’t want to be samo anymore. but the speed of it all… i wasn’t ready yet, i hadn’t prepared yet, i hadn’t told her.”

jaemin stills at the mention of you.

“so that’s why.”

jeno nods.

“you’re an idiot.” jaemin says, throwing jeno’s words back at him.

but jeno isn’t laughing.

“for her, i am.”

that’s where he realises the gravity of it all. that both of their deception had all come down to the route of one thing, of one person.

you.

jeno continues. “do you know what she told me when we first got into that fake relationship?”

jaemin shakes his head.

“she told me that she didn’t understand why i liked living as samo more than jeno. and usually, i did. i loved living as samo, it was the only time that i was able to really be myself. but when she came along, i realised something. i realised that i didn’t want to be samo anymore, i wanted to be the person that she knew. technically, she knew samo, yes. but it was me, as jeno, that she truly knew. and when she told me that i should just live as jeno, avoid all the public attention and just go outside without a mask, i realised that she was right, that that’s who i wanted to be. i wanted to be me, because of her. so when she told chenle who i was, i should have been mad, i should have been pissed. but, truly? i was relieved. she had done the first step of my journey herself, i could break off the deal. i could explain that i didn’t care about it anymore. i could explain that i wanted to date her for real. but i didn’t do any of that. i was still angry, i was angry at the reason why she had told chenle. he ruined it all. i couldn’t explain it to her, what i really wanted. because she liked him. and it only confirmed my suspicions when i found that stupid fuckers hoodi-“

jeno realised he had be talking for too long when jaemin began to smile.

“oh man i’ve been waiting for you to say that for the longest time, that you want to be yourself.” he pulls him into a brief hug as he speaks, as if he hadn’t even heard the second half of jeno’s rant.

after a second, jaemin pulls away before stating the obvious truth of what’s staring them both in the face, “if only it wasn’t because of her.”

reality dawns on him, pushing on him like an incoming storm. “im sorry jaemin, but ive made up my mind.”

jaemin nods, expecting jeno to say more. but he doesn’t, he just walks to the elevator, clicking the floor to their dorm. jeno hopes that jaemin forgets all about you, that he puts his feelings for you aside. but he knows jaemin too well, he knows no matter how much he tries, jaemin will never forget you.

“you getting in?” jeno says, a smile plastered on his face.

jaemin grins back before running to the elevator to join him.

jeno was going back home.

well, he will be once he fixes things with you.

jaemin lets out a sigh, seeming deep in thought. “you sacrificed everything for her.”

jeno looks at him, an understanding of what he means by this.

“jaemin-“

“i’ll take the fall for it.” he says, a smile on his face that doesn’t reach his eyes. “you don’t have to tell them it was you yet, if you’re not ready.”

jeno panics, “i can’t let you do that. not anymore.”

“please let me.” he fidgets, watching the numbers on the elevator screen climb up, and up, and up. “it’s the most i can do.”

jeno doesn’t know what to say, just like before. so he does the easiest thing. even though he knows he shouldn’t, he does what he knows he’s going to regret.

the elevator dings to a halt.

he lets him.

a sacrifice for a sacrifice.

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[mejaemin]

timeless - lee donghyuck

wc: 1.6k

summary: visiting a photobooth, yours and hyuck’s love is evident, and with your pair of photo strips it’s now timeless <3

warnings: not proofread, sexual jokes, so much fluff, don’t read this if you’re single !!! it’s so cute and so romantic it will make you feel lonely !!! (i say while being single)

an: umm i may or may not have written this in one hour… i was completely stuck and decided to write a sentence, see what happens, and then all of a sudden i finished it 😨 i hope you all enjoy !!! i actually love this sm (˶◜ᵕ◝˶) tysm to my love @cigsaftersuh for requesting !!! enjoy ♡

(caramel masterlist here!! ʕ ᵔⰙᵔ⠕ʔ)

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you’re making your way to the end of the amusement park, everyone in your group feeling very out of it. since at least two rides ago, your child, technically your boyfriend, had been dragging his feet. all of hyuck’s friends were getting tired too, you could see it in the way their eyes drooped and they lazily chewed at the cotton candy and other snacks in their hands.

it truly was a fun day, heading out at around noon to go to an amusement park all day with hyuck and his friends. it was something that you were truthfully dreading, being that you never really liked them that much, but the way his face lit up at the idea of attending was something you could never say no to. and truthfully, after a while they weren’t so bad. maybe their frontal lobes have all developed and are finally becoming men with humor that isn’t backed by jokes about farts and genitalia.

anyway, you’re getting closer to the entrance when donghyuck finally stops using you as a human crutch, grabbing your attention before pointing toward something in the distance. following the direction of his finger, you spot a photobooth in the distance and you’re immediately making your way towards it. he takes a large sip of whatever heavily sugared drink he bought earlier in the day, using it to wake up before telling the group where you’re running off to.

“we’re going to the photobooth, so don’t leave us while we’re in there.” he says, stretching and shaking away his fatigue.

immediately, jaemin’s looking at the metal box and its red curtain, smirking. “yeah, we’ll be waiting. don’t do anything other than take photos though..”

hyuck was fully ready to start fighting back, already forming an explanation as to why exhibitionism is perfectly fine but jaemin’s obnoxious cackles overpowered any and all of his rebuttals. accepting the slap on his shoulder, he huffs, making his way over to you.

you’re waiting patiently outside the booth, some other group already in there. he stands beside you, snaking an arm around your waist as you lean against the wall of it. truthfully, hyuck didn’t even have any sort of affinity towards them, but knowing you do he was more than happy to help you take any opportunity to visit them. he’s even bought you one of those cute binders for all your photo strips, pairing the gift with deco stickers for you to cover it in. of course, he got two to keep him and your friends separate as well.

“did you have fun?” you ask, pulling him out of his still sleepy daze.

he turns to you, smiling softly. “of course. best day ever.” he leans in, giving you a kiss to your cheek. “you didn’t have to say yes though, ‘cause i could tell you were hesitating when i asked.”

you flush, despite knowing he always sees through you. “yeah.. but now that we actually did it, i’m really enjoying myself. your friends aren’t that annoying anymore, too.”

he chuckles, sucking air in through his teeth. “of course. you showed me the way, so i enlightened them too.”

you hum, taking his arm in yours, resting your head on his shoulder. the sun is a perfect orange-purple, and the lights adorning all the attractions have flickered on a while ago. it’s truly picture worthy, but you’re more tired than you’d like to admit and choose to stay in the moment. you can see the group sitting at a picnic table, jisung’s flash accidentally turning on as he and the others try snapping photos of you two, and they giggle softly. you turn to point it out to hyuck but the other group is leaving.

he’s already dragging you in, sliding into the cramped booth before pulling you into his lap. before you can even make an attempt at paying for the photo strips he’s pulling his wallet from your bag (yes yours, why get something to carry his stuff when he buys you enough for the both of you?) and making the payment.

“how many?” he asks, gesturing to the screen in front of you. his arms slide around your waist, his hands resting over your stomach. the way his thumbs glide against your stomach make you feel a little dazed as you try reading the options, but eventually you pick the option with two strips.

“two copies. one for me, one for you.” you say simply, reaching out to click your option.

the countdown immediately starts, and you’re both full of giggles as you hurriedly try to decide your first pose. he’s throwing plenty out like spitfire, and through your fit of laughter you’re denying every one. ‘no, i’m not doing a nerd pose!’ or ‘nooo, something cuter!’ coming from you as he tickles you in attempt to stop your protests. eventually, the ten second countdown comes to an end, and the first photo snaps to capture a photo of you both giggling.

“aw, hyuckie, come on! i wasn’t even ready!” you complain, playfully swatting at his shoulder.

“oops. sorry mama, but come on. you’ll look hot regardless of how ready you were.” he dramatically looks you up and down, and you roll your eyes at his over the top flirting.

glancing at the screen, there’s eight seconds left, and you take his face in your palms. “let’s do an actually good one now.” there’s a speaker beeping signalling the last three seconds, and that’s when you lean in, giving hyuck a sweet, slow kiss.

even after the shutter sounds, he’s bringing you closer, pulling away to give you two, three more before he finally pulls away.

you sigh, recollecting yourself. “last one.. let’s be tame this time, okay?”

he nods obediently, ready to listen to you now that his need for your kisses has been fulfilled. you lean in, smushing your cheek against his with the cutest pout, and he mimics it immediately. with your hand brought up to his, you make a heart together, of course not without bending your pointer finger to make it a cat. the camera flashes one last time, and once the large pink bubble letters say you’re done, you excitedly get out of the booth to receive the printed strips.

waiting for them to fall out of the opening, you’re nearly bouncing on your feet. hyuck’s got your bag and he pulls his phone out, sneakily taking a few photos of you in your excitement before pocketing it for later. you’re just too beautiful for him to not capture it forever, your eyes glimmering with the multicolored lights all around you. once the photo strips are printed you pull them out, and you squeal, your smile growing impossibly bigger.

the first photo, of you giggling, is so perfect. you were apprehensive at first, afraid it was gonna catch your worst angle being that it was unexpected but it couldn’t have been better. your eyes are shut, smile big with pure joy. hyuck is looking up at you, his eyes glimmering with so much love. you didn’t notice it in there, but now that you’re looking at the photo your entire body heats at the way he’s looking at you like you’re the entire world.

the second one, you kissing, is adorable. you can’t wait to post it, knowing all your friends will be swooning over your relationship and you’ll be getting so many compliments about it. your hair is covering your face, the majority of it capturing the back of your head, but donghyuck is in almost full view. his eyes are shut, and his hand is making its way to the back of your head. the picture is radiating with love, and there’s no doubt in your mind that you’ll be showing it to your kids one day, and maybe even theirs.

the final one of you in your heart pose is the cherry on top, not outwardly romantic, balancing the other two out perfectly. you two look adorable in your little world together. your hand is on his cheek, pulling him into you, and both your lips are puffing up into a pout with how your faces smush together. it’s so you, and you know everyone will be able to tell you picked the pose out with the kitty heart.

there’s a pink, heart patterned frame around the photos, and at the bottom there’s the name of the park and a date. it blends the three photos together perfectly, and you’re thankful there’s no face warping photo. there’s a little bit of an orangey, hazy coloring over them, but it makes it all the better, giving it an old-timey romance vibe. hyuck’s skin is the right shade in all of them too, his tan being safe from any whitewashing technology.

“damn, can i see them yet?” he complains, coming forward and taking one of the two from you.

you look up at him expectantly, watching his reaction as his eyes trail down the strip. his cheeks flush, and he’s smiling lovingly at them. saying nothing, he looks to you and pulls you in for the sweetest hug, leaving a kiss at the top of your forehead.

as you make your way back to the group, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, “i actually really love this. like, i’m gonna get it tattooed right here.” he turns to you, already laughing at himself as his free hand makes a line across his forehead.

you giggle, leaning into him. “you’re so stupid! don’t do it, the photo is permanent enough.”

“true, true,” he says, laughing as you make your way to his friends, showing the photo strip. they’re all groaning, complimenting you two and your cuteness, all while complaining about their loneliness.

looking back down at his copy, his smile is soft. he’s the luckiest man in the world, having you, and he’ll be sure to never lose the strip as a way to remember and keep you forever.

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[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AND ANGER

scout: explosive like a firecracker. kinda boring from a distance but a danger in your hands. you really don’t want to be the guy he’s mad at, and probably not like a good friend of the guy either. otherwise the absolute grudge is really funny because he’s so creatively aggressive with how he insults people. and he doesn’t let shit go. it takes him a good long while before he’s ready to drop a feud. however, firecrackers, if you’re fast enough and ballsy enough, can be put out. you’ve maybe got a minute to take back what you say and all will be just fine. he might be annoyed with you for a couple of days, but you can bounce back.

soldier: explosive like a rocket. don’t give him an insult he has to think about. he’s gonna get madder that he had to think about it and he’s gonna come and kick your ass until he’s bored. and he will never get bored. has tried in incremental amounts to not get that mad anymore; nobody has a good time when he’s that mad. also a big shit talker, but the better term is “war decree”, because getting him angry is declaring war on him. and he is very frank with what the plan is when it comes to the attack. can, has tried, and actually has on two occasions involved the team in revenge plans. i don’t know how to quickly disable a rocket; so i would hope you do.

pyro: pyro will take their anger out on the battlefield. that’s when pyro gets weird and nobody wants to be around them at the base because they’re being weird on the battlefield. but at the base they don’t act any different. because normally the team does not anger pyro. sometimes pyro wakes up and is fueled with rage. at anything. at everything. sometimes they get so mad at themselves, and they don’t know why they get so mad. they’re just being themselves, as they were yesterday, and the day before, and the month prior. their imagination can buffer that with making the enemy team seem… squishier. fun to throw around because they just return back to their shape. they enjoy that. that’s really fun.

heavy: here’s the thing; heavy is a good and not messy guy, so heavy will make all efforts to discuss any problem he has with anyone, and does expect vice versa. if you’ve got a problem with him, his door and ears are open. he’s willing to talk about it. however, do not mistake that for weakness. i mean, come on. literally look at him. do you want to push him there if he’s willing to discuss it? really?

demo: demo will give you one (1) opportunity to course correct. after that you’re on his shit list. he’s got a physical list, a couple of pages, front to back, of peoples full government names, a glued on ID picture, and their most current address. not enough names on the list for a journal yet but he’s always willing to add. and getting on his shit list is permanent. you are not to speak to him. you are not to be within his eyesight. and if you are, there’s a problem. and you’ll get one (1) opportunity to course correct before it gets physical.

engineer: engie doesn’t get messy with his anger unless you take it there. and if you take it there, buddy that’s a game he loves to play. already has issues with people being in his space, so frankly if he’s mad at you, or getting to be upset with you, he will tell you, point blank “get somewhere away from me. immediately. don’t let me see you again today.” and within 24 hours he will be okay and ready to talk to you, and you can attempt to patch things up. but if you keep bugging him and keep bugging him and keep bugging him… he will absolutely have a conniption. he will yell. he will get in your face. however, that has nothing on his grudges. talk about a stew. he will sit on it. sit on it for days. process it while tinkering with his machines. and if he decides that what you did truly wasn’t forgivable? there is no one who can warn you about the storm coming your way. he makes your life miserable and you will never see him do it. first of all, anything you own with a wire is getting cut. batteries stolen, sockets with broken off fork teeth in them. he does not care if your whole house goes up in flames. he simply does not. so don’t ask. but also, he’ll disable your garage. he’ll put bleach in your engine. he’ll funnel your muffler into your AC if he felt justified in it. and you don’t know; nobody knows how he’s accomplishing it. and he won’t tell.

medic: medic, like pyro, takes his aggression out on the battlefield. except the doctor is worse because he’s just in general one to express his anger explosively. like you can’t miss the way his face will contort at you when you’ve pissed him off. petty things will earn a sorry soul the privilege to be a free fill of the doctor’s quota. he’ll go out of his way to find someone on a map so he can hack them to pieces. but when he’s just… angry, just wakes up angry; angry at himself because he knows if he wanted to he could change; he could have changed, he just didn’t want to, still doesn’t want to. some people call that regret. but he just gets mad. he pockets pyro those days. he pockets pyro when pyro is angry too. it’s always been a good time for him. he’ll feed into their delusions; yelling in their ear “don’t they look soft? don’t they look like they could stand some force?” and pyro gets so excited for it. they will rack up body after body after body, and normally they both would laugh. they would cackle. they would taunt their corpses. but pyro is the only one laughing. medic stands there and watches. and they go to the next one. and the next one. and the next one. and medic doesn’t laugh. but he’ll assure pyro he’s having fun. he’s having the time of his life.

sniper: sniper doesn’t really get mad. he gets annoyed, he gets irritated, and he talks mad shit about whoever he’s annoyed or irritated with; but he doesn’t ever get mad. because when he does he’s ready to fight and he does not care who is in the way. there’s no other way of putting it, he’ll beat the brakes off you and lord help whoever’s trying to hold him back because they will not be treated kindly either. so he has worked very hard to not make anger an immediate emotion.

spy: spy also does not get mad, because any situation he could possibly get mad at was a situation he didn’t predict and account for. and that’s on nobody else but him. spy does not normally get above extreme irritation before it becomes divinely gifted vitriolic annoyance. which he voices. loudly. to anyone that will listen. it is his sermon; you are a son of a bitch and should never be trusted again. and he spreads rumors like a motherfucker. and everyone spreads them?? it genuinely makes no sense when his teammates know this man is a liar. these men are just messy, because there’s really no way they could actually believe that scout’s hair was a well done toupee. THEY LIVE WITH SCOUT. THEY LIVE WITH SPY. THEY SEE WHAT THESE MEN DO EVERYDAY. they’re just messy and love gossip because there’s nobody else to talk to except for their scheduled monthly off day, which they normally get called in for anyway!

[graveyardgremlins]

WIP ALERT WIP ALERT

What makes death so special that everyone seems so scared to talk about it? It is not as if, in this universe, it’s the end of the line. Not really. If anything, it felt more like the beginning of something.

Now, routine feels like the end of it all. Even when you’re a vigilante and everyday is a surprise, it still feels like slowly withering away. Like, if you stop moving you’re going to start rotting on the spot. But for some reason, people love routine and hate death.

Dick, for example, constantly looks terrified. It’s not obvious, as no feeling in our faces is ever obvious, but I can tell it’s there. He once said, mournfully, that we would bury Bruce like he is now, with jet black hair. The thought upset him, but I still don’t understand why. It’s not as if Bruce cares. Sometimes it feels like he is trying to speed up the process.

And sure, it would suck not to be able to see someone you care about ever again. But if Dick truly is so scared of missing Bruce, he can go knocking on Constantine’s door — or Zatanna’s, or Madame Xanadu’s, or Doctor Fate’s, or Jason Blood’s, or… you get my point — and ask for a seance. Besides, it’s not as if you can say the guy wasted his life. No one on this Earth has more accomplishments under his belt than Batman himself.

So why the long face?

Like, sure I get why they look weird every time I bring up my past death. I was a kid and all that. But they seriously need to stop looking at me like I’m planning to kill myself everytime I bring up my future death. I’m not planning to die any time soon, but what if I do? Are they going to lose their shit again?

I mean, Tim literally cloned his best friend as a manner to bring him back from the dead because he couldn’t cope with him being gone. Not to say I’m terribly worried about the Imposter missing me so much as to clone me, but still. What if I die? Are they going to try to bring me back? Because I don’t think I want that.

Death was easy, you know? It was awful up until the point where it wasn’t. I don’t remember much, but I remember being warm and embraced. And then someone dragged me back screaming and kicking. Then I woke up boiling alive, with the skin falling off my bones in the middle of the Assassin’s League Headquarters.

I’m not particularly excited about being boiled alive again.

No one in this family knows how to let go and Bruce is the worst one. I used to be so mad that his grief wasn’t enough to make him kill the Joker. I wanted him to prove that he loved me like he said he did. But I was a recently deceased and resurrected teenager. I firmly believe that the only reason Jesus reacted better to being murdered is because he was already thirty three. Now, as an adult, I’m less mad.

Bruce deals with grief like this: he doesn’t. He lets it eat him away. I think he likes it, the feeling of rotting from the inside out. Maybe that’s why he likes routine too. I think he has a lot of love inside of him that, instead of showing it, he reschedules it. Like he thinks “tomorrow I’ll show it” and then never does. And when I died, maybe he didn’t have anywhere to put that love anymore. There wouldn’t be any more “tomorrows.” So he just rotted.

It’s why I try not to be jealous about how endlessly patient and affectionate he is with Damian. Or how careful he is with Tim. Or how much interest he takes in everything Duke does. Or how he always listens when Steph talks. Or how he always comes when Cass calls him. At least, I served to teach him a lesson. 

So, yeah, when I got an invitation to a Ghost Ball, I didn’t tell anyone. Because they don’t understand why I linger in the cemetery. They don’t understand why I kill, when they believe I should be the first one to be against death. They don’t understand why I keep talking about dying over and over and over. They just don’t get it.

Also, they would totally ruin this moment for me. I’m sure of it.

How many times do you get invited to a ball? Not those shitass galas the Waynes always go to. A real authentic 1800’s ball. With the lettering cursive invitation, sprayed with some kind of perfume, sealed with a gold wax coat of arms. Not only that! To what was an official celebration to the Ghost King’s 21th birthday.

I didn’t even know there was a Ghost King!

Sure, it’s probably a trap. This kind of thing is always a trap. But they had addressed the invitation to “The Red Knight of Gotham, Avenger of the Damned, Cursebreaker, Three Times Born, Wielder of the All-Blades, the Darkest Star” and, if I am to be honest, flattery will get you everywhere with me.

I’m not entirely sure what the “Darkest Star” was in reference to, but it’s the least of my concern. The theme of the ball was Black, White and Neon Green, which completely fucks up my aesthetic. The last time I wore green I was a Robin and I’m particularly inclined to never wear it again. I’m also not wearing a tuxedo. Maybe a black suit over the armor instead of the usual jacket and a neon green handkerchief.

Now the problem is getting fitted for a suit like that. Every rich motherfucker knows that just sending your measurements to a tailor that never met you in person before is the recipe for a disaster. And sure as hell there is not a single tailor in the Crime Alley. Not that I know of. And there is no way in hell, or heaven or wherever the flying fuck the Infinity Realms were, I’m showing up to a real ball looking anything short of dreamy.

So, I did the reasonable thing and texted Alfred.

If you could come by the Manor, Master Jason, I will see what can be done. He texted back.

There is a theory going around the midst of superheroes that says that the one thing all of the bats have in common is how stubborn we are. It’s true, but I don’t think we learned that from Bruce. I’m pretty sure that’s just the Pennyworth in all of us. That man clearly only still works as a butler at 65 and calls us all “master”, “miss”, “mister” and “ma’am” out of pure stubbornness. I have no evidence of this, but I’m working on the theory that someone at some point betted that he would crack eventually, which is why he hasn’t. That I know of.

So, I showed up at the Manor like he asked me to.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Tim asked.

“I live here,” I answered.

“No, you don’t.”

“Unless someone touched my room, which I doubt, then yes, I do.”

“When was the last time you were here?”

“Last week. I dropped by to move all your furniture 1 inch to the left counterclockwise.”

“I knew it! I knew someone was touching my stuff! Steph said I was crazy!”

“You are, but I touched your stuff. Like all of it. Including your Monster collection. You should really clean that, by the way. It’s disgusting.”

“Fuck you.”

Someone cleaned their throat and we both turned around to see Alfred standing in the hallway, looking less than impressed. I’m pretty sure we learned that from him too.

“Sorry, Alfred,” Tim said.

Alfred sighed and then turned his frown towards me.

“What? I didn’t curse.”

He raised one pointed eyebrow and that’s all it took.

“Sorry for touching your stuff, Timberlake,” I said and turned to Alfred again. “Happy?”

“I suppose that will suffice.”

“Yeah, fine,” Tim agreed and moved out of the way to let me in. “Just never do it again.”

“Oh, I’m definitely doing it again.”

“Why?!”

“Dick told me to stop whining and start getting on that, and I quote, ‘big brother grind’, so you and the Demon brat are going to have to endure it.”

“Why not Duke?”

“He is obviously my favorite.”

Tim just groaned and followed us to one of the upstairs closet.

“What are we doing anyway?”

“We are doing nothing. You weren’t invited.”

“Master Jason is getting fitted for a new suit,” Alfred said, ignoring me.

“Why?” Tim asked.

“What are you? A Toddler? Why do you think?”

“Well, you sure as hell aren’t going to the galas—”

“Damn right, I won’t.”

“And you’re definitely not going on a date—”

“Wait, why?”

“Because.”

I turned around to fully face him. “What do you mean ‘because’?”

“Just because,” Tim made a vague gesture with his hand. “You know.”

“No. As a matter of fact, I don’t know.”

“You know,” He gestured again. “Because.”

“Because what?”

“You’re chronically single.”

“What?!”

Tim threw himself on one of the sofas that was turned towards the closet and sank into it. “Chronically single. Chronically, meaning in a persistent and recurring—”

“I know what chronically single means!”

“Then you know.”

“I’m not chronically single!”

“How long ago was your last relationship and how long did it last?”

“That does not mean I’m chronically single! I get bitches all the time!”

“Perhaps, Master Jason, refraining from referring to your partners in a demeaning manner might be the first step to improving your romantic aptitudes.”

“I don’t– I’m not– Ugh!”

“Try this suit on. I think it will be the closest to your current measurements.”

I took the suit from his hand and closed the closet door behind me.

“So,” Tim said, “If you’re not going to a gala, you’re not going to a date, then where are you going?”

“None of your business.”

“It’s not a birthday, because I’m pretty sure none of your friends is an Aquarius–”

He kept talking and I tuned him out. The pants were a bit too tight around the knees, so they would have to fix that, and the jacket sleeves were a little too short. Besides that, I liked the red lining inside, as well as the flower pattern that almost disappeared into the black. It wasn’t very on the theme, and I would risk looking a bit christmassy, but it would be worth it. I did need a neon green handkerchief, though.

“It can’t be Two-Face, because he is still in Arkham and also not your usual target. Black Mask has been quiet, so maybe him,” Tim was, somehow, still talking.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, opening the closet door to let Alfred take a look.

“People you might be planning to make a move against in a place where a suit might be necessary.”

“Maybe I just want a suit, ever thought of that?”

“You’re fitting it over armor,” Tim pointed out.

“Touché.”

“Tt, it’s too tight around your knees,” Alfred commented.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Oh, Alfred? Do you by any chance have a neon green handkerchief?”

Alfred made a face. “I do not own any monstrosity of that sort, Master Jason. Why do you ask?”

“Because the theme is Black, White and Neon Green.”

“Wait, you’re actually crashing a party?”

Alfred sighed and made another disgusted face. “In that case… This suit won’t do.”

“Sorry, Alfred. I didn’t write the dress code.”

“Of course not, Master Jason. I would expect that you would have a better sense for fashion than that.”

“And for your information, I’m not crashing a party. I was invited. Not that you know what that’s like, Stalker.”

“Who would invite you to anything?!”

“Not telling.”

“C’mon!”

“Perhaps the Zegna will look less… clown-like with a neon green handkerchief than the Armani,” Alfred said, mostly to himself.

“Did I hear, Armani?” Selina’s honey-dripping voice came from the corridor, and she poked her head inside the room. “What are you boys doing hiding here?”

“I’m getting fitted for a suit.”

“He is going to a party and I’m trying to figure out which one,” Tim answered at the same time as me.

“Oh! That sounds fun! Do you need help, Alfred?” She asked and slid into the sofa next to Tim.

“I’m afraid I am at a loss, Miss Kyle. The theme of the evening is Black, White and, ugh, Neon Green.”

She made a face very much like Alfred’s own. “Where are you going, Kit Kat? The Riddler’s birthday isn’t until July.”

“Not telling you, either.”

She pouted and pulled Tim’s face near her own, he understood what she was doing a minute later and pouted too. “Please?” They said, like children.

“Nope. Not happening.”

Selina shrugged it off, not particularly bothered, but Tim seemed to still be fixated on the issue. 

“Have you tried that Slim-fit Hugo Boss brown suit, Alfred? I think it will make him look distinguished amongst the neon green aberration,” she said.

“Is it a winter party of some kind?” Tim asked.

“Not giving you any tips, Timmy.”

“Actually, Master Jason, that could help us find a better suit.”

I sighed. “I don’t think it is specifically a winter party. I think it's just a coincidence.”

“So it is a celebration of some kind!”

“I’m. Not. Telling. You.”

“No need. I will find out eventually.”

Alfred brought out the Hugo Boss brown suit and held it up for Selina to see. 

“I think it will clash, Miss Kyle,” he said.

“I think you’re right, Alfred,” She tapped one manicured finger to her lips. “This party is not of someone we know. Is it, Kit Kat?”

I shrugged.

“Why do you say that, Selina?” Tim asked.

“Motherly instincts.”

The door behind them opened again, this time to reveal a mildly disgruntled looking Bruce. His hair was a mess and he was wearing a sweater and sweatpants. He was definitely sick.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Are you sick, old man?”

He sniffed. “Seasonal allergies.”

“Jason is getting fitted for a suit,” Selina answered.

“Oh?”

“And I’m trying to find out why.”

“Oh.”

“You guys are nosy,” I said.

Alfred brought out another slim-fit suit and both Selina and Bruce made a face. “Yes, I imagined so,” Alfred said, disappointed.

“What kind of party is it, chum?”

“Not telling.”

“The theme is Black, White and Neon Green,” Selina said, and both her, Alfred and Bruce grimaced.

“Jason, please tell me you’re not going to the Riddler’s birthday party.”

“Of course, he isn’t, silly. The Riddler’s birthday is July 21st.”

“Oh! Should I send a present?”

“It would be very polite,” Alfred said and Selina agreed.

“If this party is of someone we don’t know then it must be someone you met recently or a very long time ago. But if it was from someone you used to know, you probably wouldn’t be using an expensive suit, and if it was someone new we would have heard of it already,” Tim said.

“What makes you think it is someone we don’t know?” Bruce asked.

Selina raised her hand with a cheeky smile. “If we knew them already, little Kit Kat wouldn’t be so worried about imprrrressing them. We would have embarrassed him already.”

“I’m not worried about impressing anyone.”

“You’re getting fitted for a suit,” she pointed out.

“Yes, because I outgrew all my other suits and I can’t wear them with the armor. It’s not as if I’m buying a new one,” I rolled my eyes.

“If you’re wearing your armor are you worried about being attacked?” Bruce asked.

“Is it a mission then?” Tim asked. “Otherwise, why would you be going to a place where you might be attacked?”

“Good point, champ.”

“I’m not answering any of those questions.”

Bruce pondered for a second. “Have you tried the gray Kiton wool suit? It might null a bit of the neon green.”

“Ooh. Good idea, love.”

“Let’s see if you’re correct, Master Bruce.”

“I’m texting Dick to see if he knows anything.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Father, have you seen Alfred Jr?” Damian’s voice rang from the corridor.

“Not really, Dami.”

“He is probably in that warm spot in the library where the sun hits just right,” Selina said and stretched as if she could feel the warmth from here.

“Thank you, miss Kyle,” Damian poked his head inside. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re welcome, Damian.”

“I live here.”

“Do you?” Bruce asked.

“Do you?” Damian asked, fully walking into the room.

You see? This is why I can’t tell them anything about this ball. Or else they will want to come with, they are nosy like that, I’d have to explain to every cute person I meet why I brought my entire family with me when the invitation didn’t even have ‘plus one’ on it.

Jesus, maybe Selina was right.

“Master Jason is getting fitted for a new suit, Master Damian,” Alfred said and held the gray wool suit.

“Yeah, that doesn’t do it either,” Selina said.

“What is wrong with the suit?”

“The theme is Black, White and Neon Green.” Everyone grimaced at that. They really needed to stop repeating the same thing over and over.

“What is the occasion?”

“Kit Kat won’t tell us.”

“Nope.”

“I’ve talked to Dick!” Tim announced. “He has no idea who could be, but his best guest is someone Jason met with the Outlaws! So I’m going to text Cass, so she can text Artemis and see if she was invited to anything.”

Damian sat on the opposite arm of the sofa and pondered.

“How much have you narrowed it down?”

“Someone we don’t know, someone dangerous, possibly on a mission, not a winter party,” Bruce said.

“Birthday?”

“No gift.”

“Maybe it’s someone I don’t know enough to buy a gift to,” I said, just to throw them off.

The three of them narrowed their eyes at me.

“Yup, talked to Artemis. She doesn’t know anything,” Tim said. “Also Dick is calling.”

He put it on speaker so everyone could suffer together.

“Hey, guys!”

“Hey, chum.”

“Hello.”

“Hey, birdie.”

“Sup?”

“Jesus Christ,” I rubbed my temples. I could feel a migraine coming up.

“Jason! The man, the myth, the legend! Will you tell your big bro where exactly you’re going? I promise to keep it a secret.”

“Not even on your deathbed.”

Alfred brought out another suit. It was also gray and it still did not match neon green.

“C’mon, Little Wing! Don’t be like that! It can be that bad for us to know.”

“It’s out of principle.”

“That reminds me,” Tim said. “Dick, go screw yourself.”

Alfred made a face at that, but didn’t comment anything.

“Wait, why? What did I do?”

“Why did you tell Jason to ‘act like a big brother’? He touched all of my stuff!”

“I’m sure he didn’t touch all of it.”

“Oh, I didn’t look under the bed, but besides that? It will be very funny when you start finding the glitter.”

“What?!”

“Ah, is that why Jon found a lot of superboy merch I did not buy in my closet?” Damian asked. “Well, I must say that is not a good prank. I’m not embarrassed to say I’m my best friend’s biggest fan. Though, he did cry.”

“You say that now, because you haven’t found the bees.”

“What bees?”

I simply smiled. This wouldn’t work on most of my siblings, but Damian was small enough to be fooled and once he believed it, the others would follow.

“I swear to God, Jason. If I find glitter on my clothes I’m putting a skunk inside your house,” Tim said.

There was also no glitter, but now he would check everything first. Forever.

“Why would you do that to a poor innocent animal?” I said, to be contrary.

“Yeah, Tim. Leave the animals alone! It’s not their fault Little Wing started a prank war.”

“Yes, Drake. I’m disappointed you’d even think about this.”

Alfred brought out a deep blue suit. Selina sighed and slumped down the sofa and Bruce shook his head.

“Hey, Dick,” I asked. “Do you have any suits that might fit me and that will look good with neon green?”

“Why do you ask? Don’t tell me Poison Ivy is your plus one.”

“Alright, I won’t.”

“Poison Ivy is light green, not neon,” Tim said.

“And Ivy is too old for you,” Bruce said, pointedly. I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t think I’d have anything either way.”

There was a moment of silence while everyone considered, perhaps the color neon green or perhaps Poison Ivy.

“I figured it out!” Damian shouted suddenly. Selina flinched from the noise, and he apologized quickly. “Sorry. But I have figured it out.”

“What?” Everyone asked. I wasn’t particularly worried, it’s very hard for the little brat to have known about a King I wasn’t even aware of. Though, maybe Ra’s did know it before me.

“Regular-fit Dark Grey Virgin Wool Serge from Hugo Boss,” Damian said profoundly.

“What?” Tim asked.

“The suit that will go with neon green.”

Alfred, Selina and Bruce thought it out. “Yes, I believe that might work, Master Damian.”

“Good job, son,” Bruce said, making my insides twist painfully.

Selina simply raised her hand over Tim’s head so Damian could high five her.

“That still doesn’t answer where he is going!”

“Who would do a Neon Green party? Besides the Riddler, his birthday isn’t until July.”

“How do you even– No, actually, I don’t want to know. Thanks for the help, Demon Brat.”

“You’re welcome. Now tell us where you’re going.”

Fair enough. “To a birthday party,”

“Goddammit! It was the first thing I crossed off!”

“Of whom?”

“None of your business, old man.”

“C’mon, tell us Little Wing.”

“What are we trying to find out?” Duke asked, walking into the room. “And why is everyone here?”

“Jason is going to a birthday party and he won’t tell us who's is jt,” Tim said.

“Oh?”

“And I’m getting a suit fitted.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, though. I’ll tell you whose birthday it is later.”

“Hey!”

“Wait, why?”

“Yes, why him?”

“Oh, Duke is my favorite.”

Duke smiled innocently at all the people in the room and did a little twirl.

“That’s not fair!”

“Hey, this is your fault. You told me to be an older sibling.”

“Older siblings don’t pick favorites!”

“Of course they do. Damian is your favorite, I’m Cass’ favorite, Duke is my favorite, and Tim is no one’s favorite.”

“Screw you!”

“Don’t worry. When Bruce adopts another one you can be their favorite.”

“I’m not adopting anyone.”

Everyone in the room raised an eyebrow at that — yet another thing they got from Alfred — and Selina patted his hand. “Whatever you say, love.”

Alfred fitted the suit perfectly, to the point where that one guy on twitter that talks about male clothing would applaud. And he did find a neon green handkerchief, though he would only buy it if I promised to burn it afterwards, which I swiftly agreed to. I considered bringing a present, but something I learned from the filthy rich is that it’s always better to look like an asshole rather than a fool.

And so the suit saga ends and the ball saga begins.

One would think that an interdimensional being called the Ghost King would think of better ways to direct his guests towards his party than a set of coordinates and another number, which I quickly realized to be the hour in military time. Of course, one would be wrong. So me, my bike, my beautiful suit and my weapons directed ourselves to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, literally in the middle of Nevada's desert.

God, I am going to arrive at this party covered in sand.

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I'm not sure if you'd write anything like this, but I'm gonna request anyway💓 could you write a cordelia, wihemina, billie and reader fic with reader who is also a celebrity just like billie, but Rs fame keeps on growing, to the point that it overwhelms her and she struggles with it a little. Maybe she keeps getting harassed by paparazzi, who then eventually harass her girls. So reader thinks it's best to break up with them to keep them safe or something, and starts ghosting their messages and calls. But one day billie has an event to go to, and she invites Delia and mina and they see reader there as well, so they try to talk it out, and eventually fix things between them

I'm thinking an angsty, hurt comfort fic, with a happy ending🤗

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Shadows of Fame

A/N: thank you very much for this request🤍

tw/tags: established poly relationship, mention of anxiety, angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 3.6k

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The fame came much quicker than you had anticipated. One day Billie asked you to fill in on her show and start working on some promo for her, encouraging you to do some vlogging and upload videos and the next you had too many followers on your social media accounts to count. It started with a few hundred, thousands and eventually surpassing more than that. You would get invited by brands, shooting promotions for them, paid for advertisements on your socials, as well as being invited to events and galas.

You never thought that life was for you but having been at the academy with your girlfriends for years, not a witch yourself and therefor other than helping Cordelia out with administrative tasks, there wasn‘t much you could do other than make yourself useful. Billie had been beyond proud, excited she could walk the red carpets with you now, rather than having you three on the guest lists and in the background of the many events you would attend together. Wilhemina didn‘t understand at first, incredibly confused by the amount of money suddenly in your shared savings account and that doing social media and promoting could make that kind of money. Nevertheless she was proud, seeing how happy you are and that maybe you had found your true calling.

Cordelia held back for a while, watching attentively and making sure this was what you wanted and wasn‘t getting to you. After all this was new to you, Billie having been doing this for several years now and there was also the fact of you being considerably younger. She was proud of course, supporting you when you applied for little roles, shooting some videos with you and doing everything in her power to make sure you are happy. And you were truly, able to live your academy life the way you had, shoot for Billie or other little shows, while getting to write and post about whatever you wanted.

But it got more and more, suddenly your face on adds and billboards, brands offering you your own skincare brand, agencies wanting to put you under their wings and help with your growing fame. It took your breath away, liking the small influence you had, getting to donate and talk about matters of your heart online but the numbers kept growing, money not mattering anymore as you had bought every gift they deserved for your girlfriends already. Your socials blew up, comments flooding your posts about who you are with, whether you are with the medium but rumors spreading about your poly relationship, some of them not necessarily kind and sending you right back into your insecurities.

„Wait she‘s gay?“ some of them read before you see some men flooding your comments section „Those three are so lucky“. „Three? what weird cult is this?“. Sitting on your bed, you close the app on your phone, throwing it on the bed as you try to breathe, Billie having told you things like these could happen and from running her social media accounts for a while, you knew all about this. Still, you managed to brush them off, focus on your life with your girls as well as your work. But no matter what you did, gigs you declined and events you didn‘t attend, the frame grew, almost like some magical force and suddenly the headlines of every newspaper were filled with you and Billie. Delia too as she had made a public appearance on TV about the coven once and of course they managed to find her. They are filled with Mina too, not her necessarily but the newspaper trying to figure out who the fourth mysterious person in your relationship was.

„Have you seen this?“ Billie asked one morning as she was scrolling through an online newspaper. Cordelia‘s eyebrow raised when she saw the headline and by the time Mina walked from the coffee machine to the actual newspaper she read she shifted when she saw her face, the paparazzi finally having made the connection and finding her despite you being utterly careful with your posts and private life. You had never posted their faces, never said their names, trying to keep them safe. But you saw the look on her face, uncomfortable despite the forced smile, Delia trying to lift the mood by saying how paparazzi are and how much you had grown over the months.

The next step was your own studio and office, needing more room than the corner in your shared bedroom of the academy and with the academy being full and all three of your girlfriends having offices, there wasn‘t any room but equally it didn‘t matter to you, appreciating to take that bit of your work away from your girlfriends and hoping they may get some peace from it that way. Billie was beyond the moon, hooking you up with all the right people and getting you a nice studio penthouse with an amazing view of New Orleans and the three of them helping you decorate and making sure you had everything you needed.

But the paparazzi wouldn‘t stop, at first stalking your office and flashes and questions being thrown your way whenever you would leave the house, whenever you would get coffee. And then one morning, you saw them outside the coven, storming outside and demanding for them to leave and respect your privacy but of course they didn‘t listen and thats when you realized this was becoming too much, the safety of the coven and it‘s witches as well as your girlfriends in danger. You barely managed to get home that night, paparazzi and press chasing you home in your car, causing you to almost crash. By the time you made it into the academy, the door banged closed and you leaned against it, chest tight and breathing heavy.

Cordelia was at the door in a moment, seeing your expression caused her eyebrows to furrow as she cupped your cheeks. „Sweetie what‘s wrong?“ she asked carefully but you brushed her off, reassuring something before slipping past her and into your shared bedroom, getting a bag and shoving most of your things inside. Wilhemina found you, seeing your reaction, her breath hitching as she watched you pack. „Little one, what‘s happening?“ she asked, voiced laced with confusion and worry. „Nothing“ you tried, hands shaking but she could see right through you, moving closer and putting her hands on your shaking ones. „Little one, don‘t lie to me“ she tried and as your eyes locked you considered.

Billie and Cordelia came in seconds later, watching the scene exchange before you carried on packing. „I‘m going to the studio for a while, the paparazzi is here and I“ you didn‘t finish your sentence, too scared of their reactions. „Sweetie, there is no need, the coven has plenty of spells to protect it“ the supreme tried but it was no use and so you simply mumbled something incoherent before leaving them be. They didn‘t support your choice, calling you and texting you that same night but recieving no answers. Billie made her way over the next morning, knocking effortlessly as she stayed for a while but you didn‘t respond, too scared of all of this hurting them and wanting to ensure their safety.

In the years of your relationship, you never once saw Paparazzi follow Billie. Of course they had been at events but never at your home, never at a cafe other than the occasional fan asking for a selfie or having a quick chat. You knew they hated this, Mina especially considering how private she is, same with Cordelia as you knew her main priority was protecting the coven and it‘s witches. It didn‘t feel fair, seeing the cars camping outside, the bright flashes of their cameras whenever one of them exited the house. The headlines would only grow stronger with having found your adress and the identity of your partners. For days you decided to hide away, not going on your phone as you struggled with every single incoming message and call.

You missed them like hell, Mina‘s steady arms and how safe she made you feel. Billie‘s charm and how much she made you laugh and Delia‘s steady presence. You loved them more than anything and your heart ached with every second passing, wanting nothing more than to run back to them, but you knew it was better this way, able to protect them. After your self loathing you began looking into the laws, working with your agencies and security companies to get them to leave the Academy alone, leave your partners names out of the headlines other than Billie as she was after all a public figure. It took almost a week but you noticed the headlines disappearing and when you drove past the coven, there wasn‘t a single car. Some old articles were deleted due to your efforts, threats and how much money you had invested in this, not caring as it was more important than anything.

For the entire week they tried to get ahold of you, growing concerned with each day passing. Billie sent flowers and chocolates, filled with little notes hoping to reach you that way. Cordelia came by a few times but it was without use even when she considered to use her magic. Even Mina tried, checking your favorite spots around the city, hoping to find you there. But by the time things had calmed down you felt nothing other than ashamed of your actions, seeing their messages and calls and suddenly the anxiety tightened in your chest, hands shaking all the time and breathing always hitching. You knew you needed to face them but all the guilt of the world weighed on your shoulders, mixed with the embarrassment of it all.

But then came the gala, the big one where you had to make an appearance, knowing Billie was going to be there and assuming they may be too. You managed to agree with your agency to skip the red carpet, really only having to make some light conversation and shake some hands before you could leave, the after party not mandatory either. As you got dressed and having your stylist fix your hair and makeup, you kept glancing at your phone, typing and deleting several messages to them as you felt the weight heavy on your chest. The evening passed in a blur, arriving in a car and putting on a brave face as several flashes and questions came your way again, quickly making your way into the venue and sighing in relief.

Most of the evening you tried to hide away in a corner but when you feel a familiar hand on your shoulder, you turn, seeing the blonde medium standing in front of you. „Y/N“ she exclaimed and the use of your name send waves of heartache through your chest, remembering the times she called you babydoll. „Where the hell have you been? we have been trying to talk to you for a week“ she sighs and your mind trails off for a moment, seeing her so beautiful in a baby pink dress, hair perfectly styled as always and that perfect smile on her face despite the concern etched in her face. „I“ you try to respond but before you can say anything, she takes your hand, dragging you into a quieter room as she mumbles something about Mina and Delia wanting to see you.

Your eyes fall to the floor as you see them in one of the lounges, Mina dressed in purple as always and Cordelia looking elegant as ever. „Look who I found“ Billie murmurs excitedly, trying to lift the mood but you can see the disappointment in their faces, Mina particularly seeming angry once laying eyes on you. „Oh yeah? what have you been doing for a week then? after leaving without an explanation“ she mumbles under her breath, Cordelia‘s warning eyes shooting her a glare. „Sweetheart, I‘m so glad to see you, are you okay?“ she asks gently, moving to cup your cheeks and the feeling of her hands on you send a wave of pain through your chest. You try to stay composed but as your eyes lock with her brown ones, everything falters as you try and hold back the tears, feeling that familiar tight feeling in your throat.

„The paparazzi left and somehow all our names and those articles were deleted. Did you have anything to do with that?“ she asks gently and you nod weakly, before the blonde glances at Billie, this having been what they assumed all along. „Darling, why did you leave?“ Billie asks as she encourages you to sit and you opt to sit between them, not daring to meet Wilhemina‘s icy gaze. You want to hold back, keep protecting them but something breaks within you as the tears begin flowing. When your breathing hitches three heads snap towards you and your head falls into your hands as you supress embarrassing yourself further in front of them. „I panicked when I saw them at the academy“ you admit weakly through sobs, the three of them listening carefully.

„I wanted to just stay away for a day or two for things to quieten down but then it took everything for me to work to make it stop and protect you three and then I felt too scared, guilty and embarrassed to reach out“ you admit, Cordelia‘s knowing face meeting her girlfriends. „You could have told us babydoll, you don‘t need to protect us“ Billie coos as her hand travels to your shoulder, nails scratching little comforting circles. „But I do, I know how uncomfortable it makes Mina and Delia, you shouldn‘t be dragged through the newspapers and stalked outside the coven“ you carry on. „I don‘t know what happened that night, I went home and saw them and I almost crashed because they kept following me and I just panicked“ you admit.

Wilhemina‘s hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white as she understands just how much this has been for you. „I‘m so sorry sweetie“ Cordelia coos as she gently wipes your tears. „I never wanted the fame to go this far, I never wanted to leave like that and I‘m so“ you try but sobs wreck through you again. Wilhemina‘s hands finds your shoulder this time, causing you to freeze for a second. „You three deserve better than me, I handled everything so badly and I‘m sorry“ you admit under tears, their faces etched in concern and pain at your words, knowing how much you are beating yourself up over this even when you shouldn‘t.

„And I keep seeing these comments about us and you three and I just can‘t deal with it anymore, I‘m so sorry for hurting you and messing this up“ you whimper before hastily scrambling to your feet as you make your way out out of there, feeling the anxiety and panic in your chest as you make it out the back and into a car. They watch you go, your words hitting deep before Billie sighs. „I told you you shouldn‘t have encouraged this“ Mina hisses as she glances at Billie. „Oh so this is my fault now?“ the medium snaps before downing a glass of champagne. „This was bound to get too much for her, they almost got her into a car crash and now she feels like she isn‘t worthy for us“ the redhead sighs before Cordelia raises her voice. „Enough“ she snaps, startling them both as she stands.

„This is making her miserable can‘t you see? we need to support her now and be there rather than judge her for how she chose to handle it or tearing each other apart“ the supreme carries on, causing them both to be silent as they nod. „You‘re right, I‘m sorry“ Billie mumbes, Wilhemina‘s apolegetic features meeting them both. „Let‘s go and find her, I‘m assuming she went to the studio“ Cordelia suggests and they nod before leaving the event, not caring whatsoever as their main concern is you as it had always been. Cordelia navigates them through traffic, making it to your studio as she knocks on your door.

But you don‘t answer, drowing yourself in a bottle of wine as you can‘t even hear them, speakers on full blast as music blasts through the speakers. Your eyes travel across the room, landing on some cigarettes Billie must have left as well as some hard liquor you had gotten gifted once. But without wanring the door opens and the three of them walk inside, Cordelia using her magic as she couldn‘t stand this silence anymore. They find you on the floor, sobbing as you clutch the wine bottle closer to your chest, mascara runny as your breathing comes in uneven gasps. „Oh sweetie“ Delia coos as Billie is already kneeling in front of you, taking the bottle from you and putting it aside as Mina turns the music down.

„I‘m sorry“ you breathe out „for leaving“ but they shake their heads not caring about any of this right now. „Sweetie, can we just take care of you?“ the supreme asks gently and as you meet her eyes, surprise flickers across them as you realize they are here because they may still want you. „You- want me still?“ you ask shaky and broken before Wilhemina helps you up and pulls you into her arms. „Of course we do little one“ she tells you as she holds you close and you fall apart in her arms as she takes you to the sofa. Before you know it, three safe and steady arms are near you, laying in Mina‘s arms as Cordelia leans her head on your shoulder, Billie holding your hand tightly as the four of you sit in silence, letting you find your breathing and slowly healing the bits that had broken within you.

The anxiety eases gently in your chest as you feel their steady embraces and gazes, their hands keeping you calm and safe. „We don‘t need you to protect us sweetheart“ Cordelia begins as she locks eyes with you „And we don‘t care about the newspapers or paparazzi, I mean it‘s great you managed to get rid of them“ Billie explains before Wilhemina joins in „We couldn‘t be prouder of you and if you wanna keep doing this then we are here every step of the way“ she reassures as Billie carries on „But if this is too much, we will help you find something else you are passionate about“ she explains. You glance at them, chin quivering at hearing their words. „You didn‘t mess up anything and we want you just as much as before“ Cordelia explains gently as she cups your cheeks.

„You will always be our priority, no matter what you decide and you don‘t need to decide tonight but please don‘t shut us out“ Wilhemina coos and you glance between them before nodding. „I promise“ you whisper, causing their features to fill with relief „Does that mean- you will come home with us?“ Cordelia asks carefully and you nod causing Billie to sigh in relief „Oh thank god, I have missed you so much“ she sighs dramatically before gulping some of the wine she had taken from you, her dramatics causing you three to giggle. And the familiarity of it all causes you to sigh in relief too, in their arms, giggling and joking with your girlfriends and simply being in their presence causing all the worries to leave you as all that matters is your girls.

They take you home that night, reconnecting with you as you show and tell each other how much you had missed each other. Eventually you fall asleep in their arms, knowing no matter what you decided and no matter what was going to happen, you would do it together from now, having their unwavering support and love, always.

[amphitriteswife]

Poseidon NSFW hc’s

Note: never thought that I’d be doing this istg. Hc is open for interpretation.

Warning: poppo might me ooc

Tag: @idrinkmatchaonly @mizz-sea-nymph @swallowtail-lotus

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🩵 surprisingly vocal? He isn’t over the top, but he’s not silent either. He’s more of a grunter than anything. There aren’t a lot of moan, mainly when he’s close to cumming. Also a heavy breather, not to the point that he’s full on panting like a dog but more that he takes a moment if he’s really REALLY getting into it.

🩵 If you actually have sex with poseidon there are two categories: 1 his wife/ partner and 2 everything else. He can be passionate, but only if he wants to. If you’re his partner it would be more about the moment and emotions and feelings ect. If he had any that is. If you’re everything else he’s just there: he would be like ‘guess we fucking ig…’ he doesn’t seem exited despite his dick being online. If it’s not up to his standard he might dip half way. Yes he has no problem leaving you mid sex. Not his problem anymore. But he would be more attentive if he’s your partner.

🩵 is both into female x male and male xm. It’e my own mythology based hc. But i think it’s common knowledge that Poseidon is bisexual. Does this mean that he takes a cock up his butt? Not always. Does this mean he’s into pegging? Hell yes. When it comes to male on male he’s very much into power play. Mainly because he is well, the gods of the sea. And yes he takes a rather dominant role. With everyone unless you’re someone he cares for. He might also be into threesomes: doesn’t matter if the other person is male or female. Might participate in sword fighting if you know what i mean

🩵 well groomed. He’s blonde so most of the time you don’t really see the hair on his body anyways. He naturally isn’t very hairy but he usually keeps it clean shaved down there. If for example he really didn’t have much time, or he’s under much pressure he might forget to clean shave and you’ll see hints of blonde hair. It’s never bushy though and he makes it a point if he noticed that he’s neglecting himself to shave it all off. Prefers waxing with armpits, but shaves down there since it’s more sensitive

🩵 we’re going to take a look in his pants: rather pale cock. Kinda pinkish near the tip. Slightly curved upward. Veiny but not too veiny, maybe a big vein going from the shaft to the middle and some smaller veins along side it. Tip color #F2B8C6. It’s cut too btw. Around 15 cm’s and he’s proud of it. Well he doesn’t pre-cum a lot but when he does it’s usually on the leaking side

🩵 isn’t necessary vanilla. It truly depends on who you are to him. If you’re a rather intimate partner it will take some time and a level of trusts. Especially things that will make him seem less dominant or masculine. He prefers to be on the receiving end of the relationship than the giving. For example pegging or just over all taking a more sub like position already makes Poseidon a little wary, but he trust you and thinks its nice to be taken care of from time to time so he does actually engage in it. Just don’t talk about it to others, partially because he doesn’t want people to view him as a sub but mostly because he doesn’t want anyone to be involved with what he does in the sheets or his personal life.

🩵 If Poseidon cums it’s a rather decent amount. It had no special features, not necessarily on the creamy side not the more liquid side. Perfectly balanced as all gods should be (his words not mine). Poseidon doesn’t necessarily have a preference where he cums (S/O). It usually depends on his partner. If it’s a male partner he prefers to have them cum instead as a sign that he can make them feel that way, he himself wouldn’t actually care much about his own release. But if his partner was female and not his SO he would cum outside (to prevent babies)

🩵 Poseidon is more of a traditional sex person. Oral is fine but he doesn’t see it as sex itself, more just an act of pleasure. Sex for him can either be out of lust and interest, with someone he doesn’t know and is easy to get or someone who he thinks seems interesting to pursue but after they have sex it’s nothing more. Or it is to he intimate with someone he feels a deep connection to. Having sex with him as an intimate partner will take a little while though. With an intimate person he has more traditional sex than oral, he doesn’t mind it all though if you want it but it’s to kind of let you know that he cares. With the random’s he’d get a blowjob or something. No he’s not performing oral on you. You’re doing it on him. Period.

🩵 Something about Poseidon that he wouldn’t admit is that he likes erotic shows. No it’s not watching two people going at it or attending orgies. He likes dancers and music, think more about belly dancers or over all something erotic with hints of dance. He likes lap dances too. He will not touch you unless he absolutely takes an interest in you (which doesn’t happen often at all) he prefers to actually see a show and watch than fuck most of the time.

🩵 he doesn’t believe in toys. At least not when he’s on action. He doesn’t really mind not care for it if you use them to masturbate, that’s up to you. But he does NOT want them when he’s having sex with you. Not only does he see it as sign of disrespect, he will stop no matter what you say or do. He thinks that involving toys with the act means that you don’t think he’s enough to satisfy you. He’ll have a scowl on his face and narrows his eyes before pulling away from you and walking away. Poseidon isn’t a PDA person anyway so he’ll be fine if he doesn’t have sex even though he’s hard.

🩵 Poseidon doesn’t masturbate often. It’s truly once in a red moon that he does it. Most assume he doesn’t do it all. He has a low sex drive and over all doesn’t see sex as some hobby unlike Zeus. If he does for some reason feel horny and actually doesn’t choose the option to pursue a one night stand or he has a partner and they’re not available, then yes he might masturbate. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, just him pleasuring himself with his hand. He would probably be in bed or his office, both are with the door locked. He doesn’t want anyone to see nor interrupt his time. If you knock expect him to not respond.

🩵 One of Poseidon’s turn on’s in Jewelry. Long, small, thick, thin, gold, silver, pearls, coper, stones, beads, diamonds, gems, ect. He likes all of them, he’s not materialistic but he appreciates a nice set of jewelry on his partner. He also doesn’t really mind what type of jewelry it is: bracelets, body chains, piercings, necklaces, waistbands, headpieces, ankle bracelets, earrings, rings, toe rings. As long as you look sexy and pretty. Yes both men and women. He’s a simple man in that regard. Make up is also fine. Seeing you on his bed wrapped in the silky sheets, your body glistening in the under the dim light. Some of the jewelry hugging you tightly yet some hing loose onto your body. It drives him crazy, but he won’t admit it though.

That was all🥶🔥

[captain-astors]

Creature. (The rendered ones are referenced from manga panels)

[persy-r-bozo]

[vehemourn]

i just wanna know. what does anyone want artists to do. im really just curious. Like if u steal all of our work and chase us out of all of the jobs and crush every single one of us until we either die or quit. Whats the end goal. artists provided their work for free for 2 decades and built their lives in digital spaces. And in a few years the landscape is changing drastically away from that :/. I'm fucking tired. I'm tired of artists being disrespected. And yet its not going to Stop. Our spaces are still snuck into and scraped, our work is still stolen, and we still have people that are just outright fucking nasty to us just bc u draw a furry animal or are queer. what is anyone supposed to do. our communities were destroyed. our spaces were destroyed. so many artists are Gone and scattered to the winds. What is anyone Doing.

[overlyimmersed]

I dont know if I can answer all of your questions, but I'll do my best to help clear up your confusion.

First, yes, the Sacred Tree is a god in the same way the Demon King and Supreme Diety are. All three were created directly by Chaos. But so we're the giants and humanity, so idk...

That would make the Fairy Kings related to Meliodas and Elizabeth, only so much as those two would be related to each other... which is technically no because primordial Chaos creating gods doesn't really work on the same principle as regular procreation.

Are the Fairy Kings demigods? Only so much as Meliodas, Zeldris, and Elizabeth would be... so technically, I don't think so.

Elaine and Gerheade are princesses, I think. I dont know why they're different from their brothers power-wise, but both do hold special positions within their society. Gerheade is the advisor to the Fairy King, and Elaine is the Guardian of the Fountain of Youth.

As I'm able to understand it, the protection around the Fairy King's Forest relies on the Fairy King's presence. So, without Harlequin physically there, Elaine had to protect the fountain by hand.

Fairy flight doesn't actually rely on their wings at any point in their life. Even after they get their wings, they're still just levitating. The wings have nothing to do with it. I agree that's kinda weird. I think it's just the weird way Nakaba wrote himself out of the corner of hiding King being a fairy at first...

I can't answer the transformation question. We simply have not been told how this works. There are implications that it's an illusion, but also implications that its straight-up shape-shifting. And as for the forms they can take, it was said in the Grand Cross mobile game that Harlequin takes on that specific form when he's nervous, which is backed up by many examples in the anime and manga. But whether or not he has any control over what he turns into? I don't know. He does seem to be able to change his clothes on purpose... Helbram and Lancelot both seem to be fully in control of their appearance, having multiple different forms, but Harlequin only ever does that one, so idk.

We also were never told anything about how the fountain works. Honestly, no part of that makes sense. Ban bathes in the lake during his week with Elaine, and that seems to mean nothing, so I could assume it's the cup specifically. I would also assume the fountain had existed for as long as the Fairy Clan had, but now it doesn't anymore, and nothing has changed, so I don't even know why it was important... like we were told why it was important at the beginning, it keeps everything in the forest alive and growing, but now it's gone, and no one is worried about that, so idk. And it is truly gone since Ban used all of its power to revive Elaine, making himself mortal again.

Okay but wait because now that it's come to mind now I'm hella confused

Okay so I think its agreed upon to say that logic in Seven Deadly Sins is hella confusing and rarely explained

A lot of these things I question are of the fairy race. So the story basically says that the seed of the fairy tree is like... A god almost? Like it's technically of same birth, or born from I can't remember, from the Demon King and Supreme Deity.

Does this make the fairy kings related to Meliodas and Elizabeth?

And are the fairy kings, and siblings, like demi gods? That'd explain their— uh, magic abilities and everything.

And how come Elaine and Gerheade don't get any of these abilities? Like, they are born from the same fairy tree?? Doesn't becoming fairy king just mean you're born from the tree, that'd just mean that Elaine and Gerheade would technically be fairy queens? Or princesses.

Also, if the fairy forest had that protective barrier around it, and only the fairy king could allow people in or out, how was Ban able to get inside? I mean, both before he met Elaine and while trying to revive her.

Also I don't understand the point of the ability to levitate. I mean, I guess it'd make sense before you get your wings but then its useless after they get it. Like wouldn't it be better if the fairies couldn't fly AT ALL until they got those wings.

And how does their ability of transformation work? I mean as in to change their appearance to look human?? Like King states he just likes to look like a fat human but why and how does it work? Could they technically look like anything? Change gender, height, size, whatever?

And how does the fountain of youth work? Has it just been.. flowing for 4000 years?? Or does it take other forms? And what if you were to drink from the actually lake, not the cup?

Guys I actually love sds and the fairy race, they legit have so many interesting ideas and questions.

[arundolyn]

ohhhh my fucking god nobody needs to like know any of this medical tmi but it is literally 11 pm and if im kept up one minute longer when i just laid down trying to go to sleep by my mother YELLING REPEATEDLY that she needs to pee. im going to actually go insane. she got a catheter in. Yesterday. it is working. she won't listen to anyone when they tell her that this is the case. help me jesus. im sure if a nurse comes to check on her tomorrow they'll probably get the same response. my brain will simply explode

[marsixm]

ive actually put myself in so many situations and seem to come out doing socially well, youd think at some point i could get it in my head im not irredeemably bad

[deus-ex-mona]

genuinely, though, this has truly been a time to be a lurker on jp music project twt

[thesmokinpossum]

i just need 1500 more characters (without space), I don't even give a fuck if that shit is any good anymore fr, I just need it to be fucking over

[gothsuguru]

getting an iced pumpkin chai in the morning and then my personal goal is to spend the whole day writing and i hope i can come back to this post tomorrow and rb w how much progress i’ve made!!!

[autumnrory]

i've been going into the liam tag from time to time the last year where both his fans and people who hated him were Weird about him well before there were any allegations so i would get curious, i don't even remember what started it (maybe it was merely looking for photos that update accounts wouldn't post), but i normally try to avoid going into anything but edit tags for people i enjoy bc there are so many nonsense takes

and of course happening to go through today before the news broke bc i wanted to see what was being said about the abuse as i've only gotten bits on twitter and of course there were many posts rightfully calling it out and all but there's that weird mentality which i was getting a lot more of from twitter but some on here where they're like??? celebrating it and girlboss-ing and i'm just like. okay it's great that you're believing a victim but you're making light of it by talking about it like it's just another stan thing, i have seen that time and time again when this kind of stuff comes out and if people already thought that person was annoying or whatever they're just like "oh yes! i knew it! their career is ruined haha!" and it's like. you clearly don't actually care about the horrible things this person has done and just want to brag that you somehow ~knew~ a stranger's vibes were off and it's so beyond gross like you could use that energy to support a person's victims and instead you'll just try to prove you stan the right people and never the wrong ones or whatever