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psychovigilantewrites · 5 years ago

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Don’t Call Me That Pt. 2

Wordcount: 10,129

A/N: I thought this part 2 would total up to 10k words, but when it hit 10k, I realised that I was only about 65 percent done. So based on the responses I got from tumblr, I decided to publish this first and then conclude the story later on!

TW: mentions of r*pe, mentions of torture, mentions of drugging someone (??) , mental breakdowns, vulnerability, descriptions of anxiety

Also, HERE’S MY FAV MEMES!! I’m so sorry that I can’t tag respective meme creators, because I saved them on my phone and some of them I forgot to include your usernames!! I’M SO SORRY!!! And honest to god is wear there were more but i must have lost them im so sorry im so incompetent lmao

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You glanced at your phone.

It had already been a week in Hawaii with your friends, and Jason still hadn’t texted you.

Well, you should have expected it, really. Jason was a traumatised, mentally ill man who had been locked away for two years.

Of course he wouldn’t text you first.

You had contemplated texting him over the past few days, typing in an array of messages ranging from a simple “hey” to a whole paragraph, and deleting all of it without hitting send. Did he even switch the phone on? Was he surfing the internet? Or was the phone still there on the shelf where you had left it.

It was driving you crazy.

“Do you have a boyfriend we don’t know about?” a voice called.

You looked up and squinted at the man who was standing up, looking down at you. You were sitting on the beach, a little further away from the ocean where your friends were.

“What are you talking about?” you asked as Alex plopped down next to you.

“You’ve been fidgety the whole time,” he pointed out, combing back his dark shoulder length hair with his fingers, getting sand in them. “We’re on a private beach, and you’ve been fussing over your phone. Who are you talking to?”

“No one,” you grumbled truthfully.

“The girls have been gossiping,” he gestured to the two other girls playing in the water. Your closest friends. It was four of you in that inseparable group.

“Of course they have,” you groaned, “Tell them to SAY IT TO MY FACE, COWARDS!”

You shouted at them, earning you grins and middle fingers from the distance.

“They’re saying you’re in love with someone,” he chuckled, “But they always say stupid shit like that without any evidence. But sometimes, a girl’s intuition is just right, ya know?”

“Stop beating around the bush, Alex,” you rolled your eyes at him despite knowing he couldn’t see past your sunglasses. “No, I’m not in love. I’m just waiting for a text that might never come.”

“Why don’t you text him first?”

“Because it’s not as simple as that!” you flailed your arms, “He’s… complicated. I can’t just text him anything.”

“Girl, unless he’s Mr. Nottingham, or related to you, then it really isn’t that complicated,” he joked.

“Ugh,” you groaned again, falling back onto the cloth you spread out. “Fine. I’ll text him.”

“Atta girl,” Alex grinned, “I’m gonna head back in the water. Join us after. Please?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved.

Opening the text window for what had to be the thirtieth time, you finally decided to text him.

You: Miss me yet?

Staring intently at the small ‘sent’ below your message bubble, you waited for it to turn to ‘delivered’.

“Yes!” you hissed. It meant that Jason had indeed switched on the phone.

But after twenty minutes you realised that it didn’t matter if Jason switched on the phone if he didn’t want to talk to you. Cursing to yourself, you decided to join your friends in the water, hoping it’ll distract you from checking your phone every five minutes for a text message that might never come.

After an hour of actually spending time with your friends, all four of you returned to the villa, your mood elevated. Checking your phone, you could have jumped for joy when you saw not one, but four consecutive texts in a row.

Jason: Duck off. Jason: What the duck Jason: WHY CANT I SAY DUCK Jason: I DUCKING HATE THIS

You couldn’t let out a string of giggles.

“Oooh, lover boy texted you back, huh?” Alex peeked over your shoulder. “Gimme, I wanna mess with him.”

He snatched your phone from your hands, surprisingly swift and smooth for a civilian, raising it way above his head so you couldn’t reach it and opened the camera.

“Alex-!”

He threw his other arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his bare chest, crushing you before you could tackle him down. He snapped a picture and sent it.

You froze in horror.

“Why the hell did you do that?!” you yelled.

“Relax, I was just messing around,” he gave your phone back to you.

“You don’t- you don’t understand, you fucking asshole!” you screamed.

“I- I’m sorry,” Alex stuttered, surprised by your reaction. “I was just-”

“Fuck off!” you snapped.

Panicking, you saw the little notification below the picture turning from Received to Read.

No. No, no, no, no.

This was bad.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Jason by sending him photos of your activities, thinking that he might react badly to the sudden surplus of familiarity and sense of being close to someone. Now you were worried that he might start to push you away in fear, reverting back to how he was before, and months of progress would have been all for nothing.

He would probably start swearing at you, or worse- switch off the phone and reject any form of communication completely. You hurriedly texted a reply.

You: I’m so sorry! I didn’t send that, my friend was just messing around.

Expecting the worst, you braced yourself for the inevitable. Instead, he sent you:

Jason: Who the hell is that guy?? Jason: Why are you in your underwear??

Your mouth hung open as you stared in shock at the screen. Because you took so long to recover from the shock, he sent you another message.

Jason: ???

Snapping out of it, you texted back.

You: That’s just my friend. Sorry about that! And I’m not in my underwear, it’s a bikini! I’m in Hawaii.

You waited for him to reply, but ten minutes of you sitting anxiously on the turquoise sofa in the middle of the villa listening to the waves of the beach outside from the open doors passed by, and he still hadn’t.

Perhaps he’s busy- wait. There’s no way Jason would be busy. You tried to coax him into a conversation.

You: You can turn off your autocorrect if you want to swear without hassle. Go to your Keyboard settings.

You plopped your phone on the empty seat next to you and dried your hair.

“Ugh, come on!” complained Natalie, fully clothed and washed, walking towards the open concept kitchen from her room. “You’re getting sand everywhere!”

“Woops, my bad,” you grinned.

“There’s a shower outside on the porch for a reason you know,” she flipped her blond beach waves at you, looking through the fridge.

Alex stood quietly at the kitchen island, now scared to say anything.

You rolled your eyes. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okay, I promise!” he grinned.

Ding.

Jason: fuck. fuck. fucking fuck. Jason: found it. You: Proud of you, man.

You went to your room and showered, then dried off and put on fresh clothes while waiting for Jason to reply.

Of course, he never did.

Groaning, you had to remind yourself that he was not used to human interaction, and texting would come unnaturally to him. Which meant that you had to be the one to keep the conversation going.

You: Do anything interesting since I left?

You saw him typing almost immediately this time.

Jason: no.

Of course not.

You: Have you been eating properly? Jason: yeah.

God, it was so difficult. You were in the middle of typing something when he replied again.

Jason: yoire not my mom Jason: yoire Jason: YOIRE Jason: FUCK WHY CANR I TYPE

You felt guilty for laughing, but you did anyway.

You: Now that you switched off autocorrect, it won’t correct your typos and misspells anymore. Jason: i fucking knw that. Ive been gone for two yeard not twenty. You: Then why do you sound like a grandpa? Jason: BECAISE YOU GAVE ME A FUCKINF IPHONE!! I USED AN ANDROID!!

Now you were really laughing out loud, so you sent him a GIF of a woman rolling her eyes.

Jason: wtf you can send gifs throug text now?? You: Welcome to 2020, my dude. Jason: im not your fucking dude

Typing a reply, Jason interrupted you once again.

Jason: teach me how to do that

Smiling widely, you found that you couldn’t wait for the next week to pass by so you could go back and see him.

***

“How’s Jason?” you asked the minute you reached the Cave computers, panting from the run down.

“Wow, hello to you, too,” Dick chuckled, spinning towards you on the wheeled chair.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and Bruce and Dick were in front of the computers, discussing a case that had connections to Bludhaven Police Department.

Gone for two weeks, you had a lot to catch up on.

“According to Alfred, he’s doing well,” Bruce answered, “Even started to ask for seconds last week. Now Alfred has been making portions for two.”

“He asked? For seconds?” you gasped. “How?”

“He left a note on the tray two days after you left. He’s been making meal requests, too. Texts Alfred in the morning to let him know.”

“Texted?!”

“Alfred slipped his number on the tray in case Jason wanted anything specific.”

“I slipped mine as well, but he hasn’t texted me yet,” Dick pouted.

“When did he start texting?” you ignored Dick.

“Last Sunday.”

So the same day you started texting him, then.

“He hasn’t texted me,” Dick sighed, looking dejected like a kid who was told Disneyland blew up.

“He’ll come around, Dick,” you offered him a smile, “I mean- he’s already texting Alfred!”

“Yeah,” he lamented.

“Okaaay, nice talk. I’m gonna go see him now, bye.”

You ran to the box, but stopped right before you opened the internal door. After checking your hair with your phone camera, you tried to stifle the butterflies in your stomach.

Ugh, you were so fucked.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door.

“Yeah,” Jason’s muffled grunt answered you.

Pushing it open, your eyes immediately went to the bed only to find that he wasn’t lounging around reading a book like you expected. Instead, your mouth dropped open when you saw him on the floor, doing push ups.

Shirtless.

Jason had changed drastically during the two weeks you were gone. You noticed that he had definitely gained weight, as well as muscle mass.

“Uh, wh-what are you..?”

He stood up, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

His muscles were much more prominent and defined now, and he looked like he was going to achieve Dick’s physique if he kept it up for another month or two.

“Welcome back,” he simply said before taking gulps from a water bottle you definitely had not seen before.

“Thanks,” you walked over and sat on his bed, “I’m glad to see that you decided to start taking care of yourself again.”

“What, this? This isn’t for me.”

“Huh?” you cocked your head in curiosity.

“I… I lost a lot of muscle mass. My body- it isn’t how it used to be,” he frowned, “And I can’t have you lusting over it when it’s not at its peak.”

“What- what do you-?” you stammered, suddenly getting hot.

Jason merely smirked and then continued his push ups.

You watched as his developing muscles rippled, a thin layer of sweat making his skin glisten in the light. It was amazing how he had progressed so much in such a short period of time. You guessed that he must have just been occupying his days by working out.

No wonder he’s been asking for seconds.

“Enjoying the view?” Jason breathed, pausing with his arms straightened, his head angled upwards towards you.

“No, shut up,” you looked away.

“Here, be useful,” he started, “Sit on my back.”

“What?”

“I’ve gotten used to my own body weight, I need extra resistance,” he elaborated, “Come on, sit on my back.”

“But it’s all sweaty,” you whined, pretending to protest. Definitely pretending- for the sake of your own dignity.

You got up and went over towards him anyway.

Carefully, awkwardly, you sat on his back as you would a park bench. You rested your palms flat against his sticky skin to stabilise yourself. Suddenly, he dipped down without warning, earning a soft squeal from you.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” he strained, but continued to do the push ups. He was shakier, struggling with the weight, and after twenty-five, he paused. “Okay, I think I’m done.”

But before you had the chance to get off him, he suddenly stood up, throwing you off his back to have you fall on the floor on your ass.

“Jason, you assho-” you clapped your hand over your mouth, realising what you had just said.

Oh, no. Oh, fuck.

He stood towering over you, his jaw clenching as he stared you down with his cold, blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot! It was a reflex and-”

“Whatever. I don’t care anymore,” he rolled his eyes, reaching for his bottle.

You blinked. Then scrambled to your feet.

“You don’t care anymore?” you repeated slowly.

“I don’t care if you call me that,” he huffed.

That made your heart swell and melt at the same time.

“I got used to your voice,” he mumbled, expression changing as he looked away. He frowned, as if he was angrily staring at a distant object.

You had just guessed that he didn’t like to be called his name because of a sense of familiarity, but now you were thinking that there was much more to that than what you had originally thought.

“So, I can call you… Jason?” you tested.

“Yeah, call me whatever you want,” he sat on his bed, looking up at you.

You smiled, thankful that you had finally crossed that bridge. “You know, I could get some workout stuff for you? Weights, bands, that bar thing that you can put at your door frame for pull ups…”

“You’d like to see that, huh?” he smirked.

“You flatter yourself too much,” you scoffed.

“How was Hawaii?” he changed the subject all of a sudden.

“It was fun. Beach was great, locals were great, loved the vibe- what are you doing?”

Jason had stood back up and started to walk closer and closer to you, getting all up in your space like a predator finally cornering its prey. You kept on taking steps back until your ass hit the edge of the desk.

Nowhere else to run, your heart started hammering. He leaned in, his hands resting on the desk on either side of your body, trapping you against the table and himself. You looked up and gulped. You could almost feel the heat radiating from his bare skin.

“Are you afraid of me?” he muttered lowly.

“Why would I be afraid of you?” you whispered.

“You tell me,” he said.

“Well, I’m not afraid of you,” you stated.

“Oh really?” he raised an eyebrow. Then, you felt his hand grip your wrist tightly, pressing down on your skin with his fingers. “Your pulse is very fast for someone who’s not afraid of me.”

“It’s because you’re all up in my space!” you argued.

“Didn’t look like you mind when your friend,” he snarled the word, “was all up in your space.”

“My friend? What- oh,” you widen your eyes in realisation, “You mean Alex.”

“Is that his name?”

“Alex is just a friend, nothing more. He’s just someone I’m close to,” you reassured him.

Which then made you think about why you were reassuring him.

“Oh, you were definitely close to him,” Jason growled.

“Wait- are you… jealous?” a smile creeped your lips.

He scowled at you for a few moments, and you could see the little tics in his expression that said he was annoyed. The flared nostrils, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching, the very slight twitches at the corner of his left eye.

“No,” he finally said, taking a step back from you. “I’m going to shower. Since you couldn’t stop staring at me, the invitation is still open for you to join.”

“You know, I’m starting to think that maybe I prefer it when you were broody instead of this. Please go back to your depressive mental state,” you sarcastically replied.

Jason barked out an actual laugh. Though his laugh was odd, like someone who’s only now discovering that humans were indeed capable of laughter, you found comfort in it. It was no longer hysterical and devoid of humor. He was getting better, learning to embrace a connection with someone, and it made you extremely happy.

“Maybe I should,” he answered with a cheeky glint in his eye, “Then that way you can give me more sponge baths.”

He left you alone in his room, flushed and at a loss for words.

***

“I find it very odd that people would yell ‘Batman!’ when they realise you’re there,” you rambled while climbing out of the Batmobile.

You were absolutely drenched from the downpour that had been going on all night. It was 4 am on a friday night and you had just returned from patrol.

Bruce took off his cowl immediately, revealing tired eyes despite the relatively slow night.

“It’s like they’re saying ‘Look at me! I’m here! Please knock me out or hang me upside down from the-’ Bruce?”

Bruce had stiffen, staring at something behind you. You turned around and was shocked to see Jason in the mid-distance, sitting on the ground outside the black box that was his room, leaning against the cool metal.

He himself was staring intently at Bruce, not even sparing you a glance.

You looked back and forth between the two men, sensing a high tension silent conversation.

Then, Bruce’s eyes relaxed and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly in that hardly-there-Bruce-smile.

He gave Jason one stiff nod of understanding, then walked away to the computers at the other end of the cave, leaving you alone with his son.

Jason relaxed as you walked over to him, wringing your hair to squeeze out all the excess water.

“Aw, you waited up for me,” you teased, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips, grinning away.

“Fuck off,” he snorted, “I was bored.”

You noticed him clenching his jaw as he looked at you from top to bottom, eyes lingering longer on the ‘R’ on your left breast.

Ah, it was his first time seeing you in your uniform.

His uniform.

Suddenly, you felt like an imposter in those colors and had the strong urge to rip the uniform off.

You wanted to say something, but Jason beat you to it.

“There were times in that shit hole where I wanted to burn that uniform off my skin,” he grit, “Kept on thinking to myself. I wish I never became Robin. I wish I never met Bruce Wayne.”

Your heart shattered at his confession. It was extremely rare for him to bring up anything related to his two year torture, and the previous times were never in such detail.

Realising you needed to say something, you opened your mouth. “I’m so-”

“Don’t,” he cut you off, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Yes, sometimes you knew that he just wanted you to listen.

You nodded silently and went to sit next to him on the floor.

“It… suits you,” he forced out.

“Hmm?”

“The uniform. It suits you. More than it ever suited me,” he grumbled.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think your ass would look quite nice in green,” you joked, nudging his shoulder with your own.

He chuckled deeply, nudging you back even harder- hard enough for you to lose your balance and topple sideways, earning another breathy laugh from Jason.

***

Another month passed by, and you found yourself falling deeply for Jason- much to your dismay. You knew Jason wasn’t ready for any kind of intense emotions, and that it would take a very long time before he was.

So you swallowed your emotions down, stifling them and hoping it would go away.

The two of you had developed a pleasant friendship, often bickering and joking around, with Jason teasing you about your obvious physical attraction to him.

He also now occasionally waited outside his cube for you to come back after patrol, never really venturing too far from it, and still avoiding contact with both Bruce and Dick. Only you and Alfred had the privilege to speak to him.

Even then, sometimes you would visit his room but only getting a “I’m not feeling it today. Please leave.”

Understandingly, you would nod silently and leave him alone. You knew he still had his bad days, sometimes not eating his meals.

But mostly, he was getting better, both mentally and physically.

With nothing much to do the whole day, Jason was now obsessed with working out and bulking up. He now had a few simple equipment in his room- mostly weights.

You figured that it was a coping mechanism for him, a healthy outlet to channel all his rage and negative emotions into.

But come on. He was getting even hotter and it was making it extremely difficult for you to stop yourself from checking him out, fantasizing about him when he wasn’t around. Still, you couldn’t complain. Even though he hadn’t reached Dick’s size yet, he was very near to it, and his naturally bigger body frame and build made up for the still developing muscles.

Hell, he was now sporting a six pack.

But you knew that he was still not as well as you hoped he would be. The bloodshot eyes he had was proof that he doesn’t sleep well- and you soon found out why.

It was a little past midnight on your night off from patrol, and you were using your break in the best way you could think of- by sleeping. Something woke you up that night.

A soft knock on your door.

You frowned, eyes still closed, wondering who it was.

Bruce would usually knock twice. Strong, clear, and with purpose. Dick would start pounding rapidly on your door, annoying you intentionally. Alfred would give three soft knocks followed by a ‘Miss?’

Your eyes flew open. There was only one other person in the manor.

Throwing your covers aside, you jumped out of bed and rushed to the door to open it.

Jason stood outside your door in the dim lights of the hallway, frowning and running his fingers nervously through his messy dark hair. He was wearing a t-shirt with boxers, standing awkwardly.

“Jason?” you hated how your voice sounded so sleepy. You cleared your throat. “Are you okay? Would you like to come in?”

He nodded silently, and you made way for him to enter before closing the door behind you.

“Sit on the bed,” you told him while jumping back into yours, sitting up cross legged.

The bed dipped when he sat on it, copying your motion and crossed his legs.

You waited for him to say something, your eyes straining to catch his in the dark. But he just remained silent, staring into space and avoiding your eyes.

“How did you know this was my room?” you asked, starting with a light topic.

“Only one that was locked. I already know where everyone else sleeps,” he explained.

“That’s right,” you realised, “I tend to forget that you’re probably even more familiar with the manor than I am.”

“Did you know there’s an old dumbwaiter in Bruce’s room?” you saw him smirk from the shadows that was casted on his face, “I used to hide in there, waiting to catch him off guard.”

“What? Why?”

“Dick and I, we had a bet,” he recalled the memory, “Whoever gets to surprise Bruce first would owe the other a special favor. Only rule was that we had to have it on video as proof.”

You appreciated that moment, the first time he ever spoke about both Dick and Bruce as a fond memory.

“I won, by the way,” he continued, “But- I forgot to press record on my phone.”

“Oh, no,” you groaned for him.

“Yeah, and Dick refused to believe me,” he chuckled, “That old man didn’t want to admit it either. But I swear- the look on his face when I jumped out while he and some model were going at it- priceless.”

Your jaw dropped, and then you burst into a fit of laughter, tears filling your eyes.

“You- you- you jumped out on him while he was having sex?!” you squealed.

“Yeah,” he grinned, “I didn’t even care that it sort of scarred me, because I managed to catch Batman off guard.”

The both of you laughed, his deep voice mingling with your own on that quiet night.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jason,” you smiled warmly at him.

But then, his smile fell.

“I hate my name now.”

“I’m sorry,” you began, “You said it was okay to call you that, so I-”

“No, it’s fine,” he started running his fingers through his hair again, “It’s just- I don’t know.”

“You can tell me anything,” you reassured, “It won’t leave this room. I promise.”

He looked at you, worry in his eyes. “Okay. Fine. Yeah.”

You waited for him to begin.

He took a deep breath. “I’ve been having nightmares. Almost every night. It’s always the same one.”

“You want to tell me about it?” you prompted him after waiting for him to continue.

“I hate my name because he said it a lot. Joker,” he scowled, “After repeatedly burning my skin for my name, it’s like that’s all he said. In that annoying, high pitched, sing-song voice of his. Jason, Jason, Jason. It made me hate my name. It made me hate hearing it.”

“I- I didn’t know how much time passed when I was in there,” he continued, “But, fuck. It was- it was hell. And the worst part was that I kept on waiting for Bruce. Waiting and hoping for him to find me and save me. I was so desperate. You- I-”

He choked on his words. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lips tight.

You wanted to reach out to him, hug him, tell him that everything was okay now. But you didn’t. You waited for him to collect himself so he could finish telling you his story, just like how he wanted to.

“Anyway, I- despite all that,” he sighed, “That was the only thing that kept me sane. I kept on clinging onto the hope that he was out there, searching. And that helped for a while. Until- until that happened.”

He was breathing heavily now, fidgeting more. Jason was definitely getting increasingly agitated the deeper he went.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “Fuck.”

The moment you realised he was crying was when he let out a sniffle. You automatically took his hand in yours, squeezing it as a form of comfort.

“It’s okay,” you told him, “You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I need to. I have to. I can’t take this anymore. Keeping everything in, I feel like I’m about to fucking explode.”

“Okay, then take it slow,” you said, “No rush. Anytime you’re ready.”

He nodded, eyes still closed, as if he was afraid of letting you see him cry.

“One night,” he began, “I think- I don’t know what was different- but I think something went wrong for him. Or right? That’s how it was. Tormenting me was fun, but it was also an outlet for him. But at the same time when he was happy, he also tortured me. He came to me, and- injected me with some sort of drug. That never happened before. He made sure that my head was clear whenever he hurt me so that I could feel everything he did.”

“But- he did- and- immediately, I felt weak,” he continued, “I mean, I was already weak. But my head. It was cloudy. I remember everything clearly, but it was like my brain couldn’t process it, couldn’t communicate with my body. I felt like I was looking out through a window that was my eyes- like I was in someone else’s body, experiencing someone else’s moments.”

“He released me,” Jason’s voice was now barely a whisper. “He released me from the ropes, and I fell to the floor. And then he- he- fuck.”

He let go of your hand and started pulling at his hair, rocking back and forth on your bed. He was sobbing now, his shoulders jerking up in sharp intakes of breaths. The only thing you could do was to stay silent and hold back your own tears.

You rested your hand on his knee, giving him a textile connection with reality so he doesn’t fall into his own thoughts.

“You- he- he- ruh- ruhp-”

Your heart sank to your stomach in horror as you realised what Jason was trying to say. It was as if you were plunged into icy water, chills running down your spine at the true revelation of what he had gone through in that cursed cell.

“Oh, no,” you breathed.

“He pushed me down,” he choked, “Pushed me down and climbed on top. I- I couldn’t even fight him. I was- I was conscious the whole time and I knew what was happening, but I couldn’t fucking do anything.”

Your tears were falling down now, both at the sight of Jason looking so vulnerable and fragile, and at his confession. Not being able to help yourself, you threw your arms over his neck and crashed into his hard body, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

His arms immediately wrapped around you, clutching you so hard it was painful as he buried his own face into your shoulder.

“And he kept on saying my name,” he said in muffled cries, “Jason, Jason, Jason. The whole fucking time. And- and I knew. He didn’t do it for pleasure. He did it to torment me. He- he didn’t even- he didn’t even finish.”

Jason sobbed into your skin for the next few minutes, his tears soaking through your night shirt. “But I did. Even though it was painful. Fuck, the pain was worse than anything he had ever done to me before. But- he- I- I fucking came.”

The both of you were sobbing now, his ragged breaths mingling together with your own on that quiet night.

His grip on you was tight, as if he thought that if he let go, you would disappear. So he clung onto you with all his might to keep you there with him as he recalled the horrific events.

“That's what broke me. I was so disgusted with myself. I hated myself. And he- he saw everything and- and laughed. He laughed so hard, I thought he was going to choke and die. I’ve never seen him laugh like that. And I remember every single fucking moment of being helpless on that fucking floor while he- fuck. Fuck.”

“And then he left. He left me on the floor bleeding and I never saw him again. And I went fucking insane. I tried to kill myself so many fucking times. So many times, I lost count. That’s what I dream about every night. His laughs, and his ‘Jason, Jason, Jason’.”

And that was that. That was the story.

The end of Jason Todd.

The both of you cried long and hard that night in each other’s arms. Eventually, you both lied down on the pillows together, underneath the covers.

“Please don’t tell Bruce,” he whispered to you.

Your head was on his chest, his big arms wrapped around your waist, your legs tangled with his.

You smiled at that. Even with the trauma, even with the sense of abandonment he felt, he still wanted to protect Bruce from knowing the truth.

Because the both of you knew that the truth would kill him.

“I promise,” you whispered back.

And then the both of you fell asleep together.

***

“Has Jason been sleeping in your room with you?” Bruce asked you on one fine Saturday morning at breakfast.

It had been about a week and a half since the first time Jason knocked on your door and poured out his feelings to you.

“He gets nightmares,” you tried to explain.

He thought that if he told you everything, the nightmares would stop. But it didn’t. But he then realised that the only thing that made it better was sleeping by your side, having someone there to wake him up from living his own hell in a loop.

“And do the two of you… Just sleep?” Bruce frowned.

“Yes!” you widen your eyes in horror at the insinuation. “Bruce! Come on!”

“I know you have feelings for him, and I’m sure he does for you as well. But I don’t think something like that is what Jason needs right now,” he stated.

“Yes, I know!” you groaned at the thought having that kind of conversation with him, “Jesus, Bruce. I know. I’m just there to wake him up or help him fall back asleep. Nothing more.”

Bruce nodded, deep in thought. “Has he… told you? About what happened?”

You pursed your lips. “Yes.”

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“No.”

“Hmm,” his frown went deeper. “I understand. He will tell me when he is ready.”

“Exactly,” you smiled, hiding the fact that Jason may never tell Bruce what happened. Never the full story.

“He still hasn’t left the manor?”

“No,” you sighed, “I asked him if he wanted some fresh air. Just outside the main door, not even going down the steps. But he refused. Told me to, and I quote, ‘Fuck off’.”

“Well, he’s only just left the cave, and it’s just to your room,” Bruce thought out loud, “It’s still progress. Especially since he’s been talking to you about the past.”

“He only spoke about it one time,” you said, “And then never again.”

“I see,” he hummed, “And you’re okay with him sleeping with you?”

“Next to me, Bruce, sleeping next to me,” you corrected.

“Yes, and you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, it’s all good,” you assured him, “I can kick him out any time I want- but I don’t want to. He looks like a lost puppy sometimes.”

“An angry lost puppy.”

You chuckled at that and couldn’t agree more.

*** While Jason got the sleep he needed when he was next to you, it was counterproductive on your end. You had never been with anyone before, and definitely had not slept on the same bed with another man.

So to feel his body heat and breaths against your skin, his occasional light snores, it made your mind go on hyperdrive.

Most of the time, the two of you would just lie down, your back against his front, or your backs against each other, or both on your backs just staring at the ceiling- and talked. You would be the one talking the most, of course, about anything you could think of. You would tell him about your day, your patrols, something you read about online, or the current news.

But that one particular night during week three of him sleeping next to you, the two of you were silent. It wasn’t an awkward or uncomfortable silence, but the kind of silence that was pleasant and was better described as a peaceful quiet.

You had your back pressed against his front and his arm was lazily draped over your waist. It was a cold night, and you were wearing just a tank top and pyjama shorts, snuggling under the covers that went up all the way to your nose.

Shifting a bit while snuggling comfortably, you pressed yourself against Jason’s body to get more of his heat. But then, you were met with something poking against your lower back.

“Ngh, please ignore that,” Jason huffed.

Oh.

For some reason, you forgot that Jason was a physically healthy male who was capable of having sexual thoughts and feelings. All this while, you thought you were the only one.

“Are you- uh- is that- uh-” you stuttered, feeling your face flush with heat.

Feeling your body suddenly alert with excitement.

“Yes, it’s my fucking penis,” he grit almost angrily, “What, never heard of an erection before?”

“Of course I have!” you argued rather defensively, “It’s just- I’m surprised, that’s all.”

“Why?” he demanded, “You didn’t think I could get it up or something?”

“No, of course not!” you denied, “It just didn’t cross my mind, that’s all.”

A pause. Then-

“Well,” he sighed, “You wouldn’t have been wrong.”

Your mind blanked for a second.

“What do you mean?” you asked softly.

“It’s my- fuck- it’s my first time,” he confessed.

“Your first time getting an erection?” you gasped.

“No, you idiot,” he snapped, “It’s my first time getting hard since… since… then.”

Oh. Oh, you were an idiot.

“It’s just- after that- even when I was downstairs, alone and safe, I- I couldn’t,” he told you, “I kept on thinking back to that time and- and I couldn’t. I found it disgusting.”

And immediately, like someone doused you in cold water, any feeling of horniness you had when you first felt his erection against you disappeared. You just felt so sad for him, but also angry. Angry that he had to go through all of that, and angrier that there was nothing you could do about it.

“So, why do you think you’re getting it now?” you asked. Perhaps talking about it in an objective manner would help guide him through his thought process.

“Are you kidding me?” he scoffed, “You’re fucking pressing your ass against my dick, what did you think would happen?”

“Wait, what?” your eyes widen, “You’re hard because of me?”

“No shit,” he said, “You’re hardly wearing any clothes, too.”

You shouldn’t feel happy due to the circumstance and context, but there you were ecstatic that he found you attractive enough to pop a boner after so long.

“Fuck,” he sighed, suddenly pressing himself closer to you.

His hand that draped over your waist when to actually grip it. Then, then, he grinded his hard on against your ass.

“Mmm,” he rumbled deeply, “Feels good.”

There. That was it. You were once again flooded with the feeling of heat that pooled at your stomach, a tingling sensation started at your core. Feeling hot despite the low temperature of the night, you clenched your thighs together, needing the slight pressure.

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he grinded on you again, and then unexpectedly let out a chuckle.

“What is it?” you smiled, loving it whenever you heard him laugh.

“I thought… For the longest time, I thought I was broken. That he broke me,” he revealed, “I thought I needed to get all Wingardium Leviosa on this little fucker.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed and groaned at the same time, “You’re so fucking embarassing.”

He laughed along with you and continued. “But now I’m hard and- and horny. You made me feel like I’m normal again. Like I’m sixteen again, and getting horny over everything.”

Sometimes, we take the normal things for granted. Food, shelter, clothes. In this case, it was a goddamned boner. In a way, Jason’s erection was symbolic- however funny it sounded. Getting your sexual appetite and need back after being so traumatised was a massive leap for many people who had experienced the same thing.

It meant that Jason was healing well.

“Does that make you happy?” you asked.

“Not particularly,” he admitted, “But I’m definitely not sad either.”

“That’s good enough for now, then,” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

Another few moments of silence. You could feel it, his cock pushing into you. However tempted you were to push back and grind, you held yourself still.

“Uh, Jason?” you voiced.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to like, take care of it?” you asked, “I mean. My bathroom is available. Or- there are many empty rooms.”

“No,” he simply stated.

“No?”

“No.”

“It’s kinda poking into me.”

“Just ignore it.”

“Ignore it?” you gaped, “How can I ignore it? You’re literally pressing it into my ass.”

“Well, then do you want to take care of it?” he teased.

You couldn’t argue back. “Fine, I’ll ignore it.”

He chuckled. “I’ll turn around.”

When he made the movement, you suddenly grabbed him by the wrist. “No, it’s fine. Stay here.”

You expected him to tease you like he usually would, make a crass comment, or even a ‘fuck off’.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around you again in silence, and the both of you drifted to sleep.

***

“Do you think this color suits me?” Natalie asked, holding up a floral red dress.

The four of you were at the mall in Diamond District. Now that high school was over, and everyone would be going off to separate colleges in a few months, you tried to spend time with each other as much as you could.

“Any color suits you, Nat,” you rolled your eyes, “You’re hot stuff.”

“Jesus, it’s like you’re shoving it in our faces at this point,” Sarah added, flipping her brunette hair to the side, tight curls flowing down.

“Aw, you guys,” Nat pretended to tear up, “I’m gonna miss you guys so much!”

“Not again,” Alex groaned, “We’ve been through this so many times.”

“I’m gonna be so miserable without you guys,” Natalie continued on, ignoring Alex’s interruption.

“I don’t know,” Sarah shrugged, “I think I’d enjoy New York. I can have pizza parties with the rats in my overpriced apartment.”

You chuckled at Sarah’s joke. Everyone was leaving Gotham except you. Deciding to continue with Robin, you opted for Gotham University- prestigious, old, and most importantly, close to home.

Your phone dinged in your pocket. You opened it to find texts from Dick.

Dick: OH MY GOD. Dick: I’m at the Manor. Dick: Was going to the Cave gym to work out. Dick: AND Dick: JASON IS HERE!!! WHAT DO I DO?!?!

That was new. Jason would usually just use whatever basic equipment he had in his room to work out. The fact that he was at the Cave’s sparring area where all the other fancier work out equipment were was out of the ordinary.

You: Just go. See if he reacts. If he suddenly stiffens and just stay there not doing anything, then leave. If he continues on, then it’s okay to stay- but don’t initiate anything! Dick: OKOKOK

You waited anxiously for Dick’s update. All four of you were now walking towards the food court, but you hardly listened to their bickering. Forty-five minutes passed before Dick texted you again.

Dick: OMG HE TALKED TO ME You: What did he say? Dick: He asked me to pass him his towel. You: That’s all he said? Dick: IT’S PROGRESS OKAY!!

Dick was right. It meant that Dick was now the third person Jason had spoken to. Adding another person to his list of contacts was definitely progress.

You were happy for him.

You:Is he still there? Dick: Nah he left Dick: But WOW he’s looking good. He must have been really going at it. I think he might get bigger than me soon You: All he does now is work out. He’s obsessed. Dick: Yeah I can tell

You decided to leave it at that for now and try to concentrate on your friends, but Dick sent another message.

Dick: ARE YOU TWO HAVING SEX?!?!

You spat out your drink, earning weird looks from everyone.

You: DICK!!!! WTF NO!!

Dick never replied.

***

“Can I ask you for a favor?” Jason asked, his voice breaking the silence of your dark room. The two of you were on your bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling.

“Of course,” you said. It didn’t matter to you what Jason asks for. He hardly ever asked for anything.

“Could you… Take me out tomorrow?” he requested, “If you’re not doing anything else, that is.”

“Uh, sure!” you nodded, surprised. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere,” he shrugged, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, okay,” you hesitated, “But- are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to go so far so quickly. Maybe you should start with just going to the backyard?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” he insisted. “I’m not a kid.”

“Okay then,” you agreed. “Tomorrow.”

You kept on glancing anxiously at him the next day as he climbed into the passenger seat of your car. He was quiet, but looked perfectly fine.

Switching the engine on, you drove out of the garage and out the large automatic gates. Trees soon surrounded the lonely road on both sides as you descended downhill into town.

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“I thought Robinson Park would be nice,” you said. It was around three in the afternoon, yet Gotham was dark as though the day was ending. It was cloudy, skies grey and wind blowing.

“You’re taking me to a park?” he scoffed.

“It’s more quiet than anywhere else,” you reasoned with him, “Less people. Spacious. Lots of greenery.”

“Whatever.”

Reaching the parking space of the park, you noticed that there were a few cars. Mothers and nannies liked to bring children out to the park around that time. Joggers and teens, college students and retired elderly seeking a little escape from the high rise buildings of concrete and glass.

You turned the engine off and proceeded to open the door, only then noticing Jason stiffening. Looking over to him, you saw that his eyebrows were pulled down in a deep frown, his jaw clenched, his hands in fists on his knees.

You didn’t say anything or make any comment. Leaning back into your seat, you waited until Jason was ready.

About five minutes passed before he took a deep breath, gave you a nod, and then opened his door.

The two of you walked along a path at the park, going deeper inside and further away from your car. There were a few joggers around, some tourists, and some teens taking photos. You saw a group of kids in the distance playing frisbee, and the others were walking their dogs.

An empty bench stood in the middle of the park, overlooking a clearing. You headed there, Jason following closely behind.

“It’s a bit gloomy today,” you pouted, “As if Gotham could be anything other than that, of course.”

You looked at Jason.

He looked like a scared dog being brought out for the first time.

His jittery knees were bouncing rapidly, his wide eyes were darting at every movement, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his breathing was heavy.

“Woah, woah,” you reached out to him, putting an arm on his back. “It’s okay. I’m here. Just listen to me talk, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he gulped.

“Try to calm your breathing,” you instructed, “Deep breaths, Jason. In… out… In… Out… Yeah, see that’s great.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, now calmer. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled warmly, “You’re doing just fine.”

“No, I’m not,” he strained, “I feel like everything is too big. Too vast. The fucking sky looks like it’s going to crash down on me and at the same time suck me up into a void.”

“And despite all you’re feeling right now, you’re not breaking down or anything, are you?” you tried, “You’re okay, Jason. This is progress.”

“I guess,” he sighed, “I’m just- I’m so used to having four walls and a ceiling. Now everything feels too big.”

“I understand,” you empathized, “Whenever you want to go back, just say the word. Or we can even just go and sit in the car. No problem.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s do that,” he stood up.

The walk back to the car was faster.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

“No, you’re not,” you reassured him, “That was great, Jason. Come on, it was your first time outside in two years and a half. Cut yourself some slack.”

“I’m so fucking broken,” he choked.

“Don’t say that,” you scolded, “You’re not broken. And you know what, even if you think you are, we can always fix it. Baby steps. Maybe we can do this once a week. We were out for like, ten minutes? Next week we’ll try fifteen. How’s that sound?”

“Twice a week,” he stated, “I just want to be normal again.”

“Okay, twice a week, then,” you agreed, “We’ll try again in a couple of days, okay?”

“Okay,” he paused, “Thank you.”

“No problemo,” you grinned, “Would you like to stay here a bit longer or shall we go back?”

“Let’s go back.”

“Wanna stop by the diner? You can wait in the car while I ask for a take-away?”

“...okay.”

***

Jason and you had gone out twice more. Once three days after the first time, and the other a week later. The second time he went out, he lasted twenty minutes, though you were sure he was being stubborn on his part. He looked like he was having a heart attack, but he insisted on staying until he hit the twenty minute mark.

The third time, he was much much better. Surprisingly so. The two of you sat down on that bench for half an hour, with you even leaving him alone for a few minutes to get two ice cream cones.

After that, you took him for a drive around the city. He seemed to be more comfortable in the car, so you went all the way from Robinson Park to Diamond District, and back to the manor.

Bruce seemed very pleased with your update, and you swore you could see him actually smile.

“Thank you,” he had told you. “You’ve done more than I could have ever asked of you.”

“It’s no problem, Bruce. Really,” you reassured him.

“I’m his father. He is my responsibility. It’s my fault he’s even in that state. I wish I could do more for him,” he said solemnly.

“The fact that you understand what he needs is more than helpful, Bruce,” you smiled, “Not many parents can do that. You understand and respect him. That’s enough for now.”

He simply nodded.

Ever since your scheduled outings, Jason had become more and more relaxed whenever he was in the manor. He now walked to the kitchen on occasion to mess with Alfred while he cooked meals for him, sometimes sitting in the living room lounging on the couch while reading. Most of the time, though, he was down at the sparring zone of the Cave, working out.

But at night, he would never fail to knock on your door.

And at that particular night, you found yourself in the same situation again while lying down on your side with your back to his front, for the fifth time.

“You officially have to stop calling yourself broken,” you grumbled, “Because that thing poking into my ass is definitely not broken.”

He chuckled lowly. “You complaining, sweetheart?”

Oh, and yes. Jason now had started calling you ‘sweetheart’. Why? You had no clue. It was just a thing that happened. The look on your face when he first slipped it in was probably a sight to behold.

“No shit, I’m complaining, Jason,” you groaned, “You haven’t jerked off, yet? Not even once?”

“Nope,” he popped the P, “I just… I don’t want to… I don’t want to come.”

You sighed, understanding the situation. He had been disgusted with himself because he had ejaculated when Joker… Well, that. You hated to even think about it, so you always shoved the thought away.

“But unfortunately for me, I still get super horny,” he rumbled deeply, pushing his hips into you even more, “So fucking horny.”

“And then I have to suffer,” you complained.

“I can assure you, blue balls are more painful than something poking into you,” he bickered.

“It’s not that…”

“Then?”

“I get horny too, come on man,” you whined, “I’m a hormonal teenage girl. What did you expect?”

“You get horny too?” he whispered after a pause.

“Uh, yeah,” you admitted nervously. Somehow, the mood shifted, and your heart started drumming against your chest.

“Because of me?” he asked.

“Not you specifically, I mean,” you tried to back track, “You’re… Your dick pressing up against me like that, I mean, come on, Jason.”

“Simple question sweetheart,” he told you, “You get horny because of me, yes or no?”

You gulped. “Yes.”

Fuck, why did you say yes? You could have lied. You could have not answered.

“Yeah?” he breathed. You noticed that his hand was now on your hip, right above the waistband of your sleeping shorts, drawing circles onto your skin with his thumb.

You were nervous. The butterflies in your tummy was not helping you calm down.

“Yeah,” you squeezed your eyes shut, as if to protect yourself from anything he had to say.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping your hips and grinding his hard on against your ass even more. And did it… Fuck, did it get even harder?

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, and also out of nervousness, you remained silent. Jason’s chest rose and fall against your back, his respiratory rate increasing. His pinky finger slid underneath the waistband, testing the waters before slowly slipping his hand into your pants.

He went in so slowly, as if waiting for you to tell him no, to rip his hand away, to wrench yourself away from him. But you never did, so he went in deeper, caressing the skin beneath your pelvic bone, his heat just burning into you.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he commented, voice suddenly husky.

“I don’t wear them to bed,” you informed him.

“You mean to tell me,” he growled, “That all this while I’ve been sleeping next to you and you never had your panties on?”

“It’s more comfortable that way,” you mumbled.

“Jesus Christ,” he cursed. “Thank God I never knew. Would have been torture, and trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

“Jason,” you gasped.

“It’s true,” he said, “Damn, sweetheart.”

He went lower, closer to your center.

Your core was tingly, small pulses of electricity buzzed through your body as Jason came closer and closer and closer and-

He slipped his hands between your closed thighs and cupped you.

“Mmm,” he moaned softly, “Warm. Fuzzy.”

“Fuzzy?” you laughed, even though you felt like screaming on the inside. Screaming for more.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, burying his face into your nape, taking a deep breath. “You smell nice.”

Oh, shit. You totally forgot about Jason’s aversion to strong smells.

“I’m sorry!” you quickly apologised, “I can switch to an unscented shampoo as well so it wouldn’t be too strong for you.”

“It’s fine,” he said, “I like it on you.”

He ground his hand into your center harder.

“Mmpf, Jay,” you breathed, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “I’ve never touched a girl like this before.”

“Really?” you widen your eyes in surprise.

“I was kept in a cell for two years, I couldn’t exactly talk, let alone touch, anyone can I?” he quipped.

“Right.”

“Teach me,” he said.

“What?” you whispered despite knowing what he meant.

A pause of silence. A deep intake of breath, a slow exhale.

“Teach me how to touch you,” he purred.

Fuck, you felt like exploding.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yes. If you… If you want to.”

Your mind quickly tried to analyse the situation. Bruce had specifically said that Jason didn’t need any complicated matters in the relationship. It made sense. You didn’t want to overwhelm Jason with any confusion or uncertainty.

But at the same time, you’ve been figuring out how Jason thought, bit by bit. He’s told you many times that he just wanted to be normal again, to feel normal, to do normal things. And this was something that was normal, that he should do, that he wanted to do.

And you knew that he probably would take the rejection even worse.

“O-Okay,” you agreed.

Slowly, you separated your thighs, raising the one on top and hooking it over his legs behind you. Due to your shift in position, you felt the minute Jason’s fingers dip slightly into your folds.

“So, uh, this is my first time with a guy as well,” you squeaked, “But I’ll try to guide you.”

You licked your lips.

“Uhm, well, I guess you can start by running a finger up and down between my- oh! Yes, just like that.”

His middle finger slid down to your opening, and then up again slowly. His movements were uncertain, brushing only slightly against your clit unintentionally.

It was different, having someone else touch you. Somehow, despite the inexperience, it just felt better.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, “You’re so fucking wet. Do you usually get this wet?”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “No? Yes? I don’t know! I can’t feel it.”

“Shit.”

You let him play with you some more, his fingers sliding up and down, sometimes pressing against your fleshy parts, sometimes circling and gathering your wetness, sometimes just parting your lips. Hell, he even tapped the tips of his fingers on you randomly or brushed into your delicate fuzz. You knew he was just exploring, feeling you for the first time.

And that thought made you smile and sigh.

“Teach me how to make you feel good,” he rasped.

“Uh, so your fingers are wet, right?”

“Yeah. Because you’re leaking all over them.”

“Okay, good. Now find my clit. It’s slightly above your finger, okay, to the left a bit. More. Okay, there! Yeah, right there,” you sighed, finally feeling that delicious pressure.

“Here?”

He tapped your clit.

“Ah!” you moaned, “Yes- but don’t just- nevermind, just gently circle it. Clockwise.”

He obeyed, and hell since when did Jason just obey?

He circled you gently, like you said. But he also went so, so slow.

“Faster, Jay,” you panted.

He went faster, making you groan in pleasure.

“Like this, sweetheart?” he muttered, his voice low and cracking, and sexy, and husky. You’ve never heard him sound like that before, and it drove you wild.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”

“Feel good?”

“So good, Jay. Press a little harder now- fuck. Fuck. Yes, perfect. Just like that.”

The pressure built as his fingers did their magic.

“You- you’re surprisingly good at that,” you stuttered, “You sure- mmm- you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Despite what you think,” he husked in your ear, warm breath tickling you. “I’m very good at following instructions.”

“I can see that.”

“But I’m also good at improvising.”

“Wha- oh. Oh. Fuck! Jason! Oh my fucking god!”

He started pressing even harder, and going even faster, throwing away the slow build you were going for and instead pushing you towards orgasm fast and hard, as if he was determined to prove something to you.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he purred, “You gonna come soon?”

“Oh my- fuck, yes! Fuck, don’t stop!”

“You want to come for me?” his deep voice rumbled.

“Yes!”

What the hell? When did he learn how to talk like that?

Because with the mix of his heavy pants, his low voice coaxing you, his barrage of pleasure at your clit, you felt the familiar tightening of your core. You threw one hand back and found his hair. Running your fingers through them, you gripped them tight and pulled.

You pulled on his hair as he forced the orgasm onto you.

“Oh my God. Jason, I’m gonna- fuck- I’m- fuck- ah!”

You moaned loudly as you felt your walls flutter, clenching over nothing as you reached your high.

“O-okay, stop, fuck,” your hand went from his hair to his wrist, stilling him. He withdrew his hands from your pants, and went to grip you tight again by the waist.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he groaned, grinding into you. You pushed your ass back, feeling his hardened length against your flesh in your post-orgasm bliss. “Jesus, that was so hot.”

“That was- yeah,” you giggled, “Fuck.”

His face was still buried in your neck. You could feel his lips on your skin.

“Uhm, I can, you know,” you sputtered, “Try to help you out?”

“It’s fine,” he breathed, body still tight against yours, “Just go to sleep.”

“Are you sure?” you asked again, feeling guilty that he didn’t get off. “I don’t mind.”

“I do,” he said, “It’s okay, sweetheart. That was great. I enjoyed that. I told you, I don’t want to come.”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Go to bed.”

“Thank you, Jason.”

“Fuck, I’m so horny.”

“Jason,” you whined, “Really, I can help-”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckled, “Goodnight.”

You pursed your lips.

“Goodnight.”

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Hello! @flootweed replying to the post from before. the long format was killing me. why does tumblr look like this...

I haven’t watched episode 8 yet...or have I? If it’s the most recent one. No.

Is the hornbill a bird? It probably is but I have a terrible memory and I’m dumb so. I skipped the last few weeks because I’m scawwed. How are you liking it? I did see someone say that the hornbill makes sense (without knowing what it is...at all) bc heart transplant patients only live like 5-15 years after but someone in those comments pointed out that he was so young when he got his and that’s pretty rare so he has a higher likelihood of survival. Frankly, this is the only way I will proceed. Since when did shows ever care about the heart transplant health? Never and it needs to stay that way!

What did we think of ep 6? LMAO. I need opinions! And omg it makes me feel special when I can point things out to people because I so...rarely get to LOL. Editing is like one of my favorite things ever so I can be super particular about it but I try to do the thing you do when you’re supposed to see if it works within its context. I’d like to go in with scissors and glue but alas.

THe mic covering....the rustling....it’s like guys...please. Ironically the audio today wasn’t great. I don’t know why. IDK if you watch c-dramas but I am not even sure what’s worse between them because they dub their dramas. But actually no it’s best to have the dubbing because even tho it is painful they have to put a lot of effort into it. LOL.

Right? @ Aey! It’s just weird if they would show us more about what he’s done instead of saying he’s done sth bad and not even explaining that....like you could even do some shitty exposition. I think if he is to be a true villain then we really need to be privvy. All the warnings make it seem like he’s a fuckin’ serial killer so when we get the scene of him at home it’s like....actually this is really serious? Maybe his pain is like...for a reason. Althought you won’t even TELL US WHAT HE’S DONE WRONG BESIDES BE JUST FUCKING WEIRD AND ANNOYING! So from what we have it’s just a realllllllll fucked up sad person lol. god i forgot about the dinner! and i totally agree. he really needs them to succeed. i like your theory because it would make the scene where he like blocks the twitter user make more sense. he also says they dont really know each other etc so it’s realllllyyyyy probable that he just sees it as a way out. if not then we shall pretend u wrote it :)

god yea i wouldnt say it is art but i also guess we technically have to since it is technically. in the way that technically performance artists are artists but mostly i uh technically ignore them. Also one of my fav BLs is called the best twins. If you do not know what it is I will not elaborate further.t

i want to know more abt poli sci majors lmao but they sound DRAMATIC/ hopefully most ppl in ur cohort arent losers!

hahahha i understand. there was just a thing on twitter about DSA and then the day before about reading discourse. the same thiings. over. and over. and over. and over. we are our own worst enemies but also our own best friends? but i hate tankies and that wont change. but hasan’s a decent guy. he said sth abt black ppl during biden’s primaries in GA or whatever and i was like chill. but he’s insecure and has adhd which means ur more open to being wrong and changing otherwise u will suffocate and die.

and totally about hiding fuck ups. i’ve tried really hard bc of organizing IRL to like...be honest, question, etc but also like...approach it naturally? because if you’re trying to be perfect and so worried you’ll fuck up you don’t realize that puts more stress on you, makes you seem like a robot, and could potentially not make you realize the mistkaes you made. also if we’re privileged in certain spaces there is just no possible way we won’t get something wrong. im light and i know that honestly any way to speak up on colorism is going to be difficult and that’s a space where i have power so i just have to figure it out. we should be uncomfortable because we have to sit with unpleasant feelings and sort through our own whatever. that just makes the next time even better and people can trust u more. i think some people sweat it sooo much or maybe they think their personal life and what theyve been through is more the norm? on the other hand people can be sf reactionary in the worst way and idk what their issue is. there was also a user who said sth very inch arresting about tankies which i thoroughly enjoyed (how like violent lefitsts or tankies / ppl who are like ooh a gun whatever just want to be violent in another space so they have shit tendencies from jump and nothing of substance which i think i agree with tbh fo ra lottttt of ppl. like their anger is actually like “no im about to beat that ass” instead of what we actually want to get done)

sort of in the same vein re: taking it easy...we coudl all be more understanding too. to slow it down like you mentioned about not being privvy to fucking eveyrthing and saying anything on our mind. i saw this person talk about y2k which was a huge deal while happening bc it was the turn of the millenium (bruh were u even alive?) but this twitter user grew up in a super super SUPER religious household and was like why do ppl make jokes about Y2K it was insanely traumatizing? though my first instinct was confused ive tried hard to like look more before i judge especially thanks to a friend of mine. turns out that with the further reading the more we found out he was just really traumatized; it was very common in religious households to be afraid of 2000. so we could have come at him with no understanding and he could have thought that everyone had the same experience with that year that he did. his feelings sit precedent though but i think it was just very hard for him to fathom.

i didnt reply bc he didnt need that and what could i have said? he’ll see what the truth is with exposure and unfortunately this was something he really did go through.

and that’s what makes most people think others could be over the top. because it sounded ridiculous but then it was this huge traumatic thing that we could have never known about. so maybe when someone sounds like actually crazy they have an explanation? of course some ppl are just batshit or annoying but that’s anywhere not just leftists it’ just means more i guess when a ~~librul is annoyed~ but it can be easy to want to make fun of ppl too. lmao. basically what i am saying is the internet? especially twitter? for leftists? in this economy? bitch it’s the wild west out here.

i am 29! idk if i said it or not. i am OLD u probably werent even born in the year i was talking about wah. i know not old-old or old at all but compared to you i’m due for a colonoscopy.

omg i hope u can get vaxxed soon! are you wfh rn? i hope ur also not in a bad state as in state state not state as in ur being :| bleh what a fucking time. it sucks that you have to fucking do work. well unless u like school. which i hope u do. i just assume everyone hates it cos i did lmao

was it the lindsay ellis drama? that bitch is dumb. if there was other drama oh wait the drama i was referring to it all happened on the same day. idk book twitter that well but i saw something from someone who was abt that shit and wowie! the american people are not that.....intelligent to put it lightly.

i’ll get better. ppl tell me they miss me and im like aw. i have insanellllyyy bad insomnia and a lot of stuff happened this year HOWEVER I SLEPT FOR TWO DAYS FOR 8 HOURS AT A REASONABLE TIME. im a new woman. anyways you too! i hope ur not too burnt out with school. we just dont know when the burnout is or we just dont know we are burnt out until we are. the panaramiciccici hit and all the things i was ignoring kind of just fell on me and sooo much happened at once. and frankly it’s hard to take care of ourselves. lord.

Like if you aren’t interested in expanding on the issue in a way that hasn’t been done before all you gotta do it like… spread resources and donate if you can. I dont see the point in having to say something about every issue especially if you (not at you specifically just in general) aren’t immediately impacted by the issue. Like is the 14 yr old white marxist named sarah on twitter really gonna have meaningful insight on anti-asian violence ?

this is part of why i cannot telecommunicate. i dont want to do shit on the internet. i am able bodied so i know that this time has been of such ease for other people. but mentally i just can’t. i don’t have a comment on hand like that and i hvae no desire to engage with ppl that way. i am a super super super solitary person but thats bc it’s MY time so when it’s like all this effort with other people i dont ever want to be alone. it’s the same with the way i approach filmmaking. it isnt a sole thing so i hate it not together. that’s part of how u can get so sucked in and repeat doom scrolling. i was in this webinar last may after [redacted] and this black woman prof said “read with a community and talk” because otherwise she said we are torturing ourselves. you can’t carry that weight all on your own. unfortunately i hate zoom, discord, slack, signal, whatsapp, facetime. you name it this panera has made it evi.. L

you make a really excellent point. i think the young young gen zers are really really just interesting because it’s like this whole new world for them with leftist politics and they just can’t grasp the horrors of the world and the kind of freedom being a leftist can bring. and so many people don’t grow out of it. those people so happen to be the “least productive” in terms of how much time they spend IRL withe these issues. naturally, younger kids are gonna have a harder time. they are not as mobile as well so the internet becomes this place. but then it’s this echo chamber. and many times just things posted without sources. and social media NEEDS that to exist.

i think of the irony of leftist kids on tik tok and while i am happy it’s reaching them it’s just....different. very different. the growth of social media is so good but also so fucking sad, it’s too much! i think the point about not writing everything is major. even i have to do this which is part of the disappearing.y ou need to detach and make sure your head is on straight again. but when you think eveyrone has to be privvy to every thought and you can’t just sit back....which twitter and social media doesn’t encourage. you have to join in. that’s often why when i have something to say it is dense because i don’t feel like repeating it. ever. lmao ust ever. i cant pay attn. social media is a fucking minefield for my brain u can get so lost in it and absorb it but once u start talking you may not be able to stop.

i think a big part of that is it not being a leisurely thing but sort of just in our lives always. this sounds like a grandpa rant but ykwim. We dont have to see the same thing over and over again. And eventually it gets sincerely diluted or its diluted bc of capitalism or whatever. Or if theyre very young or maybe they don’t have like the greatest way of sharing the knowledge? then it can be butchered. I hope this is making sense...i’m talking beyoond the boring surface-level milquetoast shit. i see really ahistorical stuff on there from leftists (like this thing about NK + africa and it being a beneficial rship as opposed to a um not beneficial one. and it isn’t. beneficial but this young black girl was talking abt it and noname rtd and i was like it’s just too complex. there’s no good/bad here just bc it’s not america. dont get me started on this.)

but Lol that was kinda off topic but I think what I meant in my last reply about not turning off the voice in my head is about when I consume media, not necessarily when I’m online talking about. Even if I have criticism for something, I’m usually pretty chill when consuming fandom content bc I think being serious online all the time is kinda boring. Like sometimes I’m analyzing theme and shit but really most of the time im memeing.

exactly.........gotta laugh. thats why sometimes im like i cant think lmao. unfrotunately i have been ARGUING with ppl on the internet for rly no reason when i could have replied to ur very nice fun wholesome message. i love torture. i miss memes.

“ i think the people who get the least enjoyment out of that are those so obsessed with getting upset with anyone thinking outside of their lines as if it equates to them “ EXACTLYYYYY

kekekekeke im glad u got it. it’s like with conservatives throwing around snowflake. now im beginning to question who the real complainers are.

LMAO exactlyyyy. i posted a screenshot of this writer from twitter saying that exact thing. Like first of all, I’m...an adult? and if you are as well uh? i’m sorry for you but are we 12? But how is it affecting u this viscerally? And if it does why dont u...do...research? pihgofuaipoajghou but honestly everything u said. we’re trained to go into it with nothing. i was only around ur age when i started to get more serious about this stuff but you’re like lightyears ahead of where i was at 21. did i say this but i’m in iww and literally i can tell u in 2016 i did not think 2019 me would be in a union bc i told my friend in a train station that we don’t need unions. i was 23...but the thing is i didnt know what i was talking about. at all. and i knew i didnt know and she knew i didnt know and now i am the clown.

also yes at critical engagement. i had to learn so much through experience and this is tuff that i coudlnt be shielded from. there’s an empathy you kinda have to develop and this understanding that you move through the world as this person who is “nowhere and everywhere; nothing and everything” so i’ve always had to think about things differently just to survive. that’s also what can drag a lot of people towards it like theres so many black kpop fans bc i think a lot of the pain in SK can be mirrored (sort of) through our history. and theres currently a history now but it had to be forged. uh what was my point oh yea however i wouldnt have been able to move further if i didnt have my background to go off of bc i knew something was off when i started getting into all these things (ill give u a hint) but if i had no prior knowledge and didnt have to think about it then the critical approach is either stale or stupid.

i had to research but i dont understand how ppl are so bold with little to no research and understanding? thhey just inherently know with also like ZERO experience in what they need experience in. engaging critically means “how i see the world” with dashes of trying to be open adn understanding or whatever. actually that’s another thing like being afraid of criticizing things bc theyre foreign to you so u give it a pass (like we discussed) but it doesnt hAVE TO BEEEE JUST REAAAAAD and then take all the info ur teensy brain and apply it. be a normal human being and dont be fucking rude and racist. thats it! u can complain abt literally anything without being a dick.

as we start with LW and end with LW.....what do we think (i asked this already) omg please share wbl thoughts i THINK i know what ur talking about. well it could be two things; their rship when they came back and the physicality and then pei shou yi. i almost dont even want to use my brain to fucking look at that. i think wbl can get away with more bc of visual~*~*~* reasons (like literally, the look of the show. there’s more space to get lost in the frames. many thai dramas are a lot more literal? this isn’t the right word but it’s very heavily character focused particularly bc of $ i think) though good production also underscores flaws so i am also wrong. but like do u know what i mean? u have to kinda focus on it? or maybe it’s just cos like.....ur so used to it in thai bl idek. i’ve seen tw bl ofc.

look i swear i will justify this forever bc there are some things we miss right but if u feel like someone’s a bad actor....theyre bad. it’s about tone movement etc etc etc and since most thai bl productions have 0 interest in that....well. they take these newbies and put them in these situations. we dont understand thai but if we see them and we’re like “wow this is really bad” then they’re bad lmao. IDC i will never be like cos idk what theyre saying NO WHY HE LOOK LIKE A ROBOT???????? DOES HE EMOTE? why is he CRYING WITH NO TEARS? and it’s not even a total requisite to cry with tears(i mean for me it is) but it’s just like what is happening on ur face right now young man????????

painful.

the inflection stuff is very valid ooh good point tho but that’s only a part of the piece. plus we get used to the way they communicate. like the ppl from sotus were prtty bad. i dont like that show but thats an ex of ppl liing the actors and the person i thought was better other ppl dont think that? well apparently hes a shitty guy but. um. so when theres decent acting its so glaring.

although i must say even tho i dont care for 2gether anymore and would never like to be reminded about its existence (only bc i just cringe lol) i honestly....didnt think bright was a bad actor? but people keep saying he is and i am much more inclined to believe them than myself. though i am not often dickmatized that could have been it. until he opened his mouth and ruined it and then i stopped paying attn.

although honestly i’m so much more critical than i could be positive. i have ben stumped for the last day about how i wasnt mad at his acting in the show. is it me? is it him? who’s......the wrong one.....(me)

oh shit they have been denied? i haven’t been paying attn to whats been going on recently. i just got into it on MDL because of snowdrop. sometimes i literally cannot engage bc ill just be like alright well im black so this power button in my head is going off when ppl talk abt that shit. back in the day when kpop jawns were saying some real outta pocket anti black shit (now everyone is slick with it) it’d always be THEY DONT HAVE GOOGLE THEYVE NEVER SEEN A BLACK PERSON but really it’s like no...maybe they are just racist? that’s ok too.

also the past 2 weeks have been um atrocious bc how fucking easily people fell into the pit of white supremacy and started to turn their ire towards black people and making a competition between our groups just like they wanted. it’s not about the women who are dead anymore, who were sex workers, their womanhood, being asian, being poor anymore. it’s about how much black people get attention and why people only pay attn to us. i am not feeling very generous this week for ppl to excuse that hsit.

on a lighter note, ppl say that abt the whole husband and wife thing. i dont know how to explain how angry that shit makes me but maybe it’s because i do not want to think of my body in relation to a fucking penis at all hours of the day. if bls could kindly not do that it would be nice lmao

yes there are a lot of those. who are only there to gawk lmao. and just idk worship bc of the cult of personality thing bc of how weird and open they have to be as actors. some of the others are people who /think/ theyre really smart (i think im asmart but i also think i am very dumb and i have adhd to prove that MEDICALLY!!!) but are actually not? or their observations arent great? or idk if they are they arent interesting? but i think well..........we have more refined palettes :P

jk also theres just different personalities. you and i mesh more bc we have a lot of the same beliefs and are coming from the same place. that makes it easier to understand as well. i really try to remember that but some people are really weird so. again just...the perception of certain things even down to acting skills. but i also dont like.......believe this genre can really do anything at all. on one hand i want them to do it right bc it’s a piece of work so they should. be proud of it. cos most things arent advancing us bc representation and culturalism are a lie bla bla. it’s just that when the depictions are negative or not done well it adds to the problem as opposed to the things that are well done are fairly benign and can’t really pull us back (perf example is the black panther film. i woudl definitely not say it was transgressive as a literal work but visually it’s just stunning. and it’s sad that it’s stunning and surprising but still with basically an all black cast of mostly dark people abd like what it means in the zeitgeist yes. it’s also just a good movie. but it’s still imperialist prop and unfortunately and this is fucking pathetic to say it “opened eyes” in other countries where they hate black ppl and ignore their own racialized minorities HENNYWAYSSSS a better ex is moonlight except moonlight isnt mainstream and is indie tho...still thru a funnel of capital bc a24 but who cares bleed the fuckers dry is my motto. my point is moonlight is both a great work and doesnt bring any failures to the table and its existence helps in ways outside of art but they arent the defining things giving us material advancement sooooo i mean it’s complex (this is my conclusion to everything um guys it’s complex)

er i had one more point in conjunction to above. oh yea so i like dont need all these extra things to make it progressive. like people really want more women in the show and i am honestly like i really dont. i dont want them to actively do this. if they cant do it naturally then let someone else do it. i am not asking for more bc i dont want it from them. when something comes along i embrace it but i do not see why women should be represented when the genre RELIES on patriarchy. there is no complete satisfying existence for the women in these series. i dont want it. i dont ask people to show us~*~* or respect~* like fuck no the people who make it make it and hopefully more will make it in the future but i will not beg bc THEY DONT WANT TO DO IT SO WOULD FORCING IT MAKE IT BETTER? just fucking leave them out entirely. that’s the answer if theyre gonna make nasty female characters then those bitches can geaux. we have other plcaes to be. booked. and. BUSY!

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Time travel rescue final part; 11th Doctor x teen reader ft. Queen

*Author’s note*

Okay guys this is it. The FINAL chap. of my Doctor Who/Queen crossover. Thank you all so much to those of you who liked or loved the series. I had a BLAST writing this request that came from my Wattpad account, never did I think I could enjoy writing a crossover fic like this so much, esp. with one of my other fav. franchises Doctor Who (and also making this my first ever series of said fandom). So I hope you all enjoy the last chapter my lovely darlings, have a Happy New Year and until the next update :)

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Shit! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fucking hell! I tried to break free as he swam deeper down the sea but he kept an iron grip. It was then I felt two more arms wrap around me and that’s when I turned to see Deacy imprisoning me in his grip, exposing his sharp fangs as well.

Brian and Freddie soon joined in until I was trapped in a four way iron grip Queen cage.

My lungs were on fire, my ears almost felt like they were about to pop and all I could see were the razor sharp teeth and black eyes. I then was turned towards Deacy and surprisingly he pressed his lips against mine. But it wasn’t for a kiss, because I felt air being blown into my body and my lungs that once felt like they were about to explode, suddenly felt like they were expanding with air once again.

Freddie was next as he cupped both sides of my face and filled my lungs with air just as Deacy did. As Brian followed Freddie and Deacy’s method and gave me more air, the following thoughts were going through my head; Why were they doing this? Were they not full sirens yet? Or was this just a trick to getting me to stay alive so that I could feel every ounce of pain that would come?

It was then Roger turned my head towards him, his forehead came against mine and he pressed his lips to mine as I heard one final sound of air hissing through the water and I felt like I could fully breathe underwater. When he separated from me, he just looked at me with that cunning look before turning to the others.

They nodded and that’s when Freddie took both my wrists and extended my arms out as far as they could go. I tried to pull them in but he had a firm grip and held on strong. I felt Deacy hold my feet together and even removing my shoes while Brian and Roger stayed at either side of me.

I then felt Deacy’s claw stroke down my sole making me flinch. Oh god no don’t tell me they’re gonna—but it was too late as I felt Brian tickle around my neck, Deacy slowly adding another finger down my sole and Roger tickle my stomach.

I squirmed around trying to break free from Freddie and Deacy’s grasp but they held strong. Soon I couldn’t help it; once all five of Deacy’s claw like nails were playing my soles like they were his bass, Roger began tickling the center of my stomach and Brian spidering up and down from my armpits to my ribs I began laughing hysterically.

Thanks to whatever they did to me, I was able to laugh without having water enter my lungs. I squirmed and thrashed around but they wouldn’t let up their relentless tickle attack.

“NOHAHAHAOOO!!! GUYS Nohohohoho! GUYS PLEASE STO—STOP! STOP! STOP! I can’t—I CAN’T TAKE IT Please stop! UNCLE UHUHUHUHNCLLEE! Uncle!” I heard Freddie chuckle wickedly and he said.

“Alright my darlings, let’s give her a break.” Soon the tickle torture ceased and I swam away from them and was shocked to see their eyes phased to their normal colored eyes and teeth change from razor sharp to their normal style.

“Wait so…..you guys—didn’t, I mean….”

“No love. We weren’t part of the frenzy against Prenter.” Brian said.

“Even if we were, I doubt he would’ve tasted any good.” Roger teased.

“Bastard was filled with poison anyway.” Said Deacy.

“Then…..why the hell did you make me go through the horror thinking you guys would eat me?!” I snapped.

“We’re sorry darling, but it was Roger’s idea to do it. A nice little prank is all.”

“You bastards!” I proclaimed as I proceeded to slap each of them in the back of the head or punch them as hard as I could. Of course they just laughed at me and it was then Roger captured me in his arms once more as he said.

“Oh come off it love, you know it was just a bit of fun.”

“Well not for me.” I said in a low tone that just made me think of all the other companions that have joined the Doctor and I before their lives were lost. Taking notice of my solemn tone, Roger hugged me and said.

“I’m sorry love. I—I didn’t mean any harm of it. I just—”

“It’s fine Rog, I’m not mad. You couldn’t have known.” He nuzzled his face against mine letting out a soft and loving purr.

The boys then swam me back to the surface and I crawled back onto the sand and they followed suit.

“So they….I mean they just turned you guys?” I asked.

“Yeah. When Paul and the scout that tricked me into thinking it was Veronica brought us here. They told us that we were meant to be pawns to them.” Deacy first started off, followed by Freddie.

“Once they turned us into one of them, they would send us back to Earth as part of their ‘Conquest of Earth’. By using us as their Kingly puppets.”

“When we would go live Christmas eve night, using our siren powers we would be able to seduce the world through our music and have the entire human race under the control of the Rusalkas.” added Brian.

“But they sure as hell didn’t count on the bravest woman coming to the rescue to foil their evil plans.” Said Roger with a playful ruffle of my hair. I smiled and, this time, allowed him to mess up my hair.

“Well I’m glad I did. But I just hope those things don’t come back.” I said.

“No worries darling, we had a little spell placed. Now all they’ll hear is your sweet laughter for days to come, thinking that we’re still torturing you.” Freddie said with a bop to my nose.

“Gee thanks. Now all we gotta do is find a way to climb our way out of here.” It was then we all heard the sounds of a very familiar box. It was then floating just ahead of us was the TARDIS. The doors opened revealing—River Song.

“River!” I exclaimed.

“Hello sweetie, need a lift?” she grinned as she tossed down a rope ladder. I took hold of the ladder but due to my adrenaline finally leaving my system, I just felt this intense numbness in my legs that made me almost unable to walk.

“(Y/n), are you alright?” Roger asked worriedly.

“My legs I—I don’t think I can move them.”

“What’s going on down there?” asked the Doctor who now stood beside River.

“Here, wrap your arms around my neck.” I did as Roger suggested and he pulled me up against his back and proceeded to climb up the ladder followed by Brian, Deacy and then Freddie.

The two time lords helped all of us into the TARDIS and once I was sprawled out on my back I groaned and that’s when Roger immediately came up to me and he slowly pulled the legs of my jeans up revealing the most gruesome sight.

Both my legs were slashed up pretty bad, about an inch or two deep. It looked like a lion or a leopard had gotten a hold of my legs and just used them both as a scratching post.

“Oh my god—(y/n) darling who did this?” Freddie asked in horror.

“Paul, during our fight.”

“The bastard, perhaps we should’ve taken a bite out of him.” Deacy sneered. River and the Doctor came down beside me and River said.

“I’ll grab the first aid kit.”

“Let me try something.” Roger said. Everyone looked at him and I asked exhaustedly feeling just how weak I was starting to feel from the blood loss.

“Wha—what are you…..”

“Shhh, just relax lovie. I—honestly don’t know if it’ll work but I hope it does. Just relax and focus on my voice.” My head was resting against his shoulder as I was positioned into sitting on his lap. He placed his hand over my right calf where the most deepest scar was. I hissed in pain but he calmly shushed me before he began to sing.

His hand softly illuminated a beautiful blue and I could see my leg starting to glow the same way. His song made my brain go a little fuzzy as I leaned further against his shoulder and my leg felt tingly, you know the same tingling sensation when your foot or leg falls asleep but not as intense.

Soon enough my leg was healed. He proceeded to do the same with my other leg as well as my shoulder that Paul had bit into. Once I was healed, I felt him kiss my temple and hug me protectively. I looked up to River and said.

“How did you find us?”

“I figured you and the Doctor would need my help, remember I’m his future and he’s my past.” She explained.

“So does that make you a Timelord or I should say time lady?” asked Deacy.

“Spoilers Deacy darling.” She winked at him. “Now since we are fortunate that England’s greatest band had not turned full siren yet, I managed to make this.” She pulled out a vial that held some sort of red liquid.

“What is that?” asked Brian.

“It’s a reversal serum to the siren transformation. But it only works if you haven’t had a taste of human flesh. So this will turn you guys back to normal in a few days.”

“Will they be better before the concert Christmas Eve?” I asked finally getting my senses back in order. I knew the Hammersmith Odeon Christmas Eve concert was the biggest concert Queen had done after the release of a Night at the Opera, if they couldn’t do it then everything falls out of place.

“It’ll be up to them, but if they take it now then hopefully they will. But be warned you four; this will have to flush out everything so expect to get really sick for the next few days.”

“If it’ll help us turn back to normal, I’m willing to take it.” Freddie said.

“I just better not hear you whine again Fred, last time you caught the flu you couldn’t stop complaining for a full week.” Brian stated.

“The one downside to this is that I won’t be able to sing anymore, but I can’t let Veronica or my own son see me like this. I’m game.”

“We’re all in River.” She nodded and gave the bottle to Brian first since he was the closest to her. He took a shot of it before handing it over to Deacy, then Freddie and finally Roger took the last swing of it.

Then almost immediately, the boys all held their stomachs in agony. River and the Doctor quickly managed to find four bins for the boys to use and soon there was nothing but a symphony of puking and dry heaving.

“We gotta get these guys home.” I said.

“We will (y/n), don’t worry.” The Doctor said as he went over to the controls and sent us back to West London 1975, just three days before Christmas eve.

When we finally got there, with the help of some cloaks in the wardrobe, we managed to cover the boys up so that no one could see their siren appearances. The Doctor helped Brian out, River took care of Freddie and I helped Deacy and Roger.

As we entered the back door of the arena, we planned on getting the guys into their dressing room to rest and I could keep an eye on them and make sure no one came in to see them. At least until their physical appearances were back to normal.

“There you four are, we’ve been looking everywhere for you lot. Thankfully we managed to find a temporary stage to rehearse. I want all of you there now” John Reid came in front of us.

“Mr. Reid please, the boys suddenly have come down with a serious stomach bug, they’re in no condition to rehearse.” River spoke up.

“I don’t know who you are woman but these men are tied to a contract. And these past few days have been strange enough, especially since you came here lassie,” he said pointing at me. “We’ve wasted enough time and the broadcast is in three days. Now I want you four down the block in 10 minutes or you’re finished.”

“You know John Reid; next to Prenter you are the most selfish, greedy, hormonal bastard I had ever met. If this is how you treat your singers, then you should really take up the profession as correctional officer. So I suggest you get the hell out of our way and let these boys rest less you want to see the end of a silver knife.” I threatened. I even gave him a defensive wolf-like growl showing him that I wasn’t afraid to go animalistic on his arse. And once again just like earlier, he folded and didn’t say another word.

Thank god Miami took over managing Queen, I’ve always liked him better than Reid. He cared about the boys, Reid only cared about the money and the blowjobs that he got.

“Alright, in here boys.” River said as she opened their dressing room and we got them all comfortable. “Doctor lock the door.” He shut their dressing room door and locked it so that no one could enter inside.

“Here we go Rog, just lie here.” I said as I helped Roger lay down first since he looked like he was about to collapse dead. He curled up into a ball moaning in agony. I then placed Deacy on another couch and he did the same thing Rog had done.

I found them some bins and cleared out the trash that was already in there so that they could start off fresh. Soon enough Deacy heaved into the bin but what had me worried was that I saw blood coming out as well.

“River, is coughing out blood normal for the transformation reversal?”

“Yes, the blood isn’t human, it’s actually siren blood their gonna cough out. As I said the serums going to flush out anything siren related. Blood, diet, everything.”

“Is there anything we can do to help make this bearable for them?”

“The best we can do is just keep them hydrated and see that they get plenty of rest.” I nodded and looked at each of the guys solemnly, never thinking that I would see these four guys so sick in person.

So we made an agreement, the Doctor and River would ensure that no one was the see the guys and I was playing nurse since the guys trusted me the most. I handed Brian a water bottle and he swore.

“Damn, and I thought getting hepatitis was agonizing.”

“Well unlike that, you didn’t run the risk of losing an arm.”

“I suppose I do.”

“Augh (y/n) darling I’m burning up again!” whined Freddie. Brian turned to me and mouthed.

‘I’m sorry.’ I waved it off and dipped the rag that was hanging in the bowl into the water once more and wrung it out before heading over to Freddie and dabbed his clammy forehead.

“How does this feel Fred?”

“Mmm darling you are an angel sent from heaven.”

“Just trying to do my best Fred. Deacy, Rog you guys still okay?” the two of them gave me a thumbs up before just dropping their arms like they were lead. After taking care of Fred I walked over to Deacy and adjusted his blanket once more to keep him from getting cold and he groaned out a thank you.

I then turned towards Rog and stroked the blonde hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear.

“I’m sorry.” I muttered.

“About what?” Roger’s voice croaked out. I was startled by his sudden response as he now turned to me looking at me with those entrancing blue eyes.

“I—I…..I feel like this is my fault. You guys wouldn’t have become this if it hadn’t been for me.”

“Why must you assume this had anything to do with you?” he asked. I felt him lift my chin, being cautious about his claw-like nails so that they wouldn’t scratch my skin.

“I mean—everywhere the Doctor and I go, there’s some threat waiting to happen, and I hoped that…..meeting you guys nothing would happen to my favorite band. That I could just meet you guys, tell you what you meant to me and…..not have any monster or alien force looking to threaten you four.”

“There—there’s no fault here love. Saving us took a lot of courage, even if you knew you could’ve died trying.”

“But if we hadn’t come here, then you guys would’ve had an amazing Christmas concert and continued on to grow bigger and bigger.”

“You didn’t bring the sirens here (n/n). You can’t diminish something beyond your control that you didn’t do yourself. And hey, think of it this way,” he brushed some of my hair out of my face as his other hand cupped the side of my face, this thumb brushing across my cheek, “If you hadn’t come to us, then we’d be stuck with Prenter for the rest of our careers.” I choked out a laugh as Roger chuckled softly. We sat there for awhile in silence till I said.

“Get some sleep Rog, hopefully tomorrow you and the others will feel better.” He nodded and lay his head on the couch pillow but wrapped his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer so that I could rest my head on his shoulder and he pressed his forehead to mine, his nose brushing against mine every now and then.

I smiled as he kissed my nose before the two of us fell asleep, his arm protectively wrapped around me.

That next day, the boys were about 50% better as their skin had turned back to normal and the webbing between their fingers were gone. By the second day, their claw-like nails were back down to normal size and their eyes were finally back to normal and slowly but surely their canine teeth were turning back to normal human teeth.

By Christmas eve morning, Queen was back to normal. Since the guys didn’t have any time to rehearse they had to do a crash course of soundchecks and I helped them choose the right outfits that they should wear throughout the performance.

It was almost showtime and the boys were quickly getting ready in their dressing room. I knocked at the door and I said peeking in but covering my eyes.

“Queen fan club party of three.”

“Come in darling we’re decent!” proclaimed Freddie. I along with River and the Doctor entered the dressing room and River said.

“Well you four look right as rain.”

“We feel better, thanks to you River.” Thanked Brian.

“You guys ready to kill it out there?” asked the Doctor.

“Honestly I’m worried we’ll screw it up.” Stated Deacy but I assured him.

“I don’t think so. Queen always puts on a good show, and I have a feeling you guys will kill it out there.”

“Five minutes till showtime boys.” Said one of the producers.

“We ready?” asked Brian.

“We good to go my darlings?” the boys nodded and they all filed out one by one. I soon felt Roger pull me into a hug and he said.

“I’ll see you after, right?” I nodded and he pressed a kiss to my forehead and followed behind the guys.

“Well come on (y/n), let’s get you to your seat and let you see the concert you’ve been dying to see.” The Doctor said as he guided me towards the stage and there I saw a special RESERVED seat right in the front row at center stage.

“But there’s only one seat reserved.” I said.

“Well that’s the other part, we’re not joining you.” River said. I looked at them confused.

“Y-you’re not? But don’t you guys want to see them?”

“Thank you for the offer love but we’ve seen Queen at their greatest achievements over 1000 times. Now it’s time you got to see a concert live, in person and by yourself.” Stated the Doctor.

“You sure?”

“Yes sweetie, don’t worry we’ll wait for you by the TARDIS out back.” I smiled and hugged them both.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“Have fun (y/n).” River said. The two of them nodded and they headed out of the stadium. Soon hordes of people came piling into the stadium getting their seats. It sounded like a football stadium of people talking and soon the cameramen were coming out setting up their equipment to get ready for the broadcast.

Then at 8pm on the dot, the lights dimmed and everyone cheered excitedly as Bob Harris came up on stage dressed in that white tux and white top hat and greeted us. He wished us a Merry Christmas and thanked us for coming and for the thousands of viewers watching at home for coming out and gave a brief introduction of the band that would soon come out.

“Ladies and gentlemen this is Queen!” the spotlight went off as he stepped off stage and we all cheered as the opening note to “Now I’m here” began playing on Brian’s red special. I along with the audience clapped to the rhythm as soon a spotlight came on and Freddie’s silhouette came up and stood over us as he started the song off.

When the song picked up and the stage lights lite up to reveal Queen all together on stage rocking out, I tell you if I was just a normal member of the audience you’d never would’ve expected that just three days ago they were as sick as dogs.

And while seeing this concert as many times as I have on Youtube, it was nothing compared to seeing it live. Watching Brian’s fingers move expertly along his guitar, seeing Deacy get groovy with his little dance moves, Freddie strutting the stage like he was born to, and Roger, my idol and surrogate brother rocking out on the drums it…..it’s an experience I will take to my grave.

The concert continued to go on and that’s when Freddie now in his new costume of that satin black leotard got the crowd to clap along and join in on singing the next song. We all clapped along as Roger led us in the beat and that’s when Brian played the chords to “Keep yourself alive”.

As I clapped along, I watched as Freddie locked eyes with me and pointed at me and sent a wink in my direction smiling widely before proclaiming into the mic.

“What about you in the balcony? Are you with us?! Everybody at home!” And then he began to start the song up. I found myself bopping my head up and down as I sung along with Freddie and when the chorus came up, I could hear the audience around me join in the song.

When it came for Roger’s drum solo, I drummed against the stage floor copying his drum solo as I always have. I couldn’t help but cheer out his name. I didn’t care if people were staring at me, I just wanted to be sure that he heard that I was here and watching with admiration and pride. By the end of the song, we all cheered and Freddie said after he bowed.

“Thank you my beauties. Thank you. And now dedicated to a dear friend of ours a special Christmas rendition of her favorite song, a little number called…Liar!”

I felt my face burn in a blush of these boys mentioning me without saying my name. As the crowd cheered and the lights darkened before illuminating green onto Roger as he began the cowbell opening of the song before going at it with the drums.

“Suck it to her Rog.” Freddie spoke into the mic. As the opening progressed with Brian’s guitar, Deacy’s bass and Freddie flaunting with the tambourine, I smiled and bobbed my head along with the opening.

When Freddie finally began singing I sung along with him. God out of every live performance of this song that I’ve seen, this one was always my favorite and the fact that now they’ve dedicated this performance of Liar to me, it almost made me want to cry.

By the time Deacy’s solo came on, I cheered for him and called out his name as he continued to play his bass. Then when he looked up as he slid his left hand along the handle finishing the solo, he looked right at me grinning and sent a wink my way and I gave him a thumbs up.

I continued to sing along with the guys until the final rock out that ended the song came on, and once the song was over I clapped and cheered as loudly as I could.

When the encore portion of the concert began after ‘In the Lap of the gods revisited’, Roger now wore the clown hair wig and he said into the mic as bubbles started falling down from the sky.

“Ahh Merry Christmas and thanks for a fab year. We’ll do some rock and roll!” He then began playing the opening for ‘Big Spender’ and Brian who also had a costume change with the all black outfit and long white scar, Deacy wearing a yellow duckbill hat and a black diamond satin top but kept the white pants on, and Freddie coming out with the kimono on came out giving us a little strip tease as he sung the song.

By the chorus he had the kimono untied revealing those white shorts and the white top that he got in Soho, Japan. After that the song turned to the big daddy of Rock and roll songs, “Jailhouse rock”. I cheered as balloons started falling down from the ceiling.

I hit a red balloon into the air before a blue one came towards me and I hit it behind me letting someone else take a turn to hit it. Freddie then allowed us to take over singing the song and I couldn’t help but cry the lyrics as loud as I could as I clapped along and bobbed my head along to the beat.

Once the concert was over (and surprise fact there were two more songs that the broadcast didn’t get but I got to witness them) and ‘God Save the Queen’ played over the speakers, the boys all joined together and walked further up along the stage about a foot away from the edge of the stage and waved goodbye to everyone and Fred wished all of us a Merry Christmas.

I clapped as I stared up at them like the gods they were and whistled as loud as I could. It was then they turned towards me and Deacy took off his hat and walked up towards me before placing it on top of my head. I smiled up at him and he smiled back giving me a wink before walking off the stage.

Brian then came up and draped his scarf over me before giving me that famed warm-hearted smile and walked off. Roger then playfully placed the clown wig on top of Deacy’s hat before taking my hand and giving my knuckles a kiss. He stood up and twirled his drumstick expertly between his fingers as he gave the audience a final farewell and it was then Freddie came up to me.

He knelt down before me and revealed a pink carnation and held it out for me to take. I took it and he kissed both of my cheeks before bowing graciously one last time and heading backstage.

“Girl you are soo lucky to have all four of them see you like that. I wish that was me.” A woman to my right said.

“Yeah, guess I am lucky huh?”

After the concert I met River and the Doctor outside the TARDIS. They were full of smiles and the Doctor asked me.

“Well, how did you like it?”

“Oh my god it was…..unlike anything I’ve ever seen! It was…..even more amazing to see it in person!”

“We’re glad you had a good time, and it would seem the boys gave you some attention ehh?” teased River gesturing to my accessories/gifts.

I blushed and that’s when I heard the boys’ calling out for me. I turned toward them before turning back to the time lords.

“We’ll give you a few minutes, but then we’ve got to get going.”

“Are you sure we can’t stay Doctor? Please?”

“I’m afraid not (y/n). We’ve already overstayed our welcome, it’s best we leave while we still can.” I nodded in understandment.

“I’ll say goodbye then.” I walked back towards the boys and when they saw me, they were full of smiles as Freddie was the first to twirl me around in a hug.

“Freddie, Freddie put me down!” I giggled. He set me down and I said to them, “you guys killed it up there. Just like I knew you four would.”

“Well that’s because we knew you were out there watching us.” Freddie praised.

“So lovie, care to join us for a little Christmas eve afterparty? Just the five of us?” asked Roger. At that point I grew solemn.

“What is it (y/n)?” asked Deacy concerned.

“I—I wish I could but….I have to go home.” At that statement, the boys knew what I was meaning.

“Are you sure we can’t tempt you to stay here? With us? You could have a life here. We’d give you a job as our new assistant. You could live with me till you found a place of your own.” Roger said as he came up to me and held my hands in his.

“As much as I would love that. And I’m gonna kick myself for saying this but I can’t. I—I don’t belong in this time, plus when I am born in like 30 years from now, having already existed it just—pulls some sort of alternate reality. I can’t really explain it.”

“But I do.” Brian spoke. I grinned at him.

“Of course you would Dr. May.”

“Are you sure you can’t even stay for just a little bit longer? I don’t wanna let you go so soon darling.” Freddie said.

“Sorry Fred, as much as I would I can’t.” He nodded sadly and that’s when Deacy asked.

“Will we ever see you again?” I looked at all of them to see sadness in their eyes. I wish I could tell them the real truth, especially to Freddie but the Doctor always warned me about tampering with history.

“Yeah. If you four are ever walking the streets of North London, don’t be afraid to walk up and say hello.” They all smiled at me softly and Freddie was the first to hug me goodbye.

“Goodbye our heroic warrior of the future.” I hugged him as tight as I could knowing that this would be the last time I would ever get a Freddie hug.

“Bye Fred, you’re gonna do such great things. You and your brothers will take Queen far and wide for generations to come.”

“I’ll dedicate every performance to you darling.” We separated and he kissed each of my cheeks one last time. Brian was the next one to come up to me and he wrapped his arms around me.

“Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us (y/n).” he said.

“It was an honor to meet you Bri, please never change space man.”

“Never love, I promise.” He gently stroked down my hair before giving me a kiss to my forehead and then my attention turned to Deacy. He grinned at me before opening his arms and I hugged him back.

“Good luck with everything Deacy. And never doubt yourself. You are such an important member to Queen no matter what anyone says.”

“Thank you poppet. That means a lot to me. It was great meeting you.”

“Believe me the honor is mine.” He gingerly bopped my nose and that’s when my attention turned to the last member of the band. Roger came up to me and before I could even say a word, he hugged me so tightly I thought I was going to burst.

“I wish you could stay lovie.”

“Me too, believe me Rog. You—won’t forget me, right?”

“Darling it’s impossible to forget someone like you.” He cupped both sides of my face and began peppering kisses all over my face making me giggle. With one final kiss to my nose he vowed. “I promise, I’ll find you one day.”

“I’m holding you to that.” He smiled and kissed my forehead and that’s when the TARDIS door opened and I walked towards her and got inside. I turned to the boys one last time and they waved goodbye.

I smiled sadly and allowed a tear to fall from my face and I waved goodbye before entering the TARDIS and as the doors closed, she made that wheezing, groaning sound before disappearing before Queen’s eyes.

Back in 2019; it was the day after Christmas and I was walking along the streets getting some food for my nana. While I was walking I suddenly bumped into someone and our stuff ended up on the ground.

“Shit sorry I—I wasn’t……”

“Seems we can’t stop meeting like this, can we lovie?” Oh my god. It—it can’t be……I looked up and saw him. He was an old man now with just a tuff of hair now and a full beard that made him look like Colonel Sanders from the KFC, but I knew those eyes anywhere.

“Roger.” I sighed happily.

“I told you I would find you love.” He said as he extended his hand out to me. I smiled and took his hand as he helped me stand up. “I know I don’t look the same as you saw me before but—”

“Oh shut up you old coot and hug me.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. I felt him stroke down my hair and him placing a kiss on top of my head. “We’ve got so much to catch up on.”

“I’ve got all day.” And that’s exactly what we did. Spending the day together chatting like old friends, siblings even that have been reunited with each other after so long.

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Error managed to get into the Creator Realm, he brought the gang with him and they were looking for Maxie and her friends. Though that implied the creators wouldn’t find them first, which they did.

“Hello, hello, hello!” Maxie said, wrapping her arms around Error as he glitched and screamed.

“LET ME GO!” He screamed, and Maxie let him go with a pout.

“So, as Kiki said, we will be inhibiting your quest! Trials and tribulations to test how much you have actually grown to see if you actually deserve to know. Also we’re bored and want to mess with you.” Maxie said, and Error facepalmed.

“So, what do you want us to do?” Nightmare said, growling.

“Please Nightmare, nowadays your bark is worse than your bite. Anyway, we have a few obstacle courses, some logic puzzles, some PTSD triggers.” Maxie said, smiling evilly.

“What…?” Cross said, and Maxie raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Maxie said, and Cross facepalmed.

“Oh, no no no, I have only written a story about forest rangers. I would never torture Error. I am usually the one hissing in the comments to punish anyone who does hurt Error, I wish the hissing thing was a joke. Nightmare would kill me if I hurt Error, right? Getting killed by my second favorite Sans for hurting my first favorite Sans is not on my list pal.”

“Well, it seems we have a good noodle. Truly a rare find.” Error said, and Cross snickered.

“One, I’m flattered that you like me. Second, I’m glad you fear me.” Nightmare said, looking around for the voice.

“You won’t see them, from here on out, you’re in a little playground my friends and I made. Good luck.” Maxie said, snicking.

“Oh dear, guys, watch out the voices are planning to get the askers to mess with your search. They wanna draw this out so take any hints we give with a grain of salt. I'd start by looking at what Error is ẁ̵̡̼e̷̪̿à̸̩r̴̜͗i̸̛̦̗n̶͕̄ǵ̶̲, not many Sans with both a j̷͕͕̈́͂a̸̹̓ċ̵̲k̵̳͈̓̆ȇ̵̟̎ṭ̶̯̈́ ̵̨̺͋a̵̜͝n̵̠͋d̸͙͝ ̷͖̇͊s̵̢̟̑c̷̦̜̐͠a̸̦̘͗̎r̶̪̣͛f̵̰̄̾.”

“I think you guys are being censored. And I think we know who.” Error said, glaring at Maxie as she whistled.

“So any other possible relationships in the making? come on my gloomy boys feed me gossip!”

“None over on our end. Though Swap!fell has a crush on Blue, and Red is territorial. We’re waiting for the brawl.” Killer said, chuckling at the thought.

“sanses and the one or two AU papyruses when you try to stop the human at the judgment hall why not stop at the soul room to get near god power”

“Doesn’t matter. They would still beat us. We would have six, and the human has beat the photoshop abomination.” Sans said, and the others nodded. They had come over for a quick hang out.

“Ok my little Horror, aka my third fav, how good a cook are you? Like we talkin Gordon Ramsey of skeletons or what? Also are you aware you are a cute little bean?”

“I love Gordan Ramsey! He’s awesome! He has no qualms about yelling at people for their awful crimes against food. And I am aware, trust me, I know how to use it.” Horror said, winking.

“May I hug all the dark sanses or would that cross a line? You all deserve all the love the megaverse can give you. I know what it feels like to be trapped, alone, and hurt in so many ways, I know what it is like to feel out of option and angry. You don't deserve that, despite everything you are all wonderful.”

“I’d love a hug!” Cross said and felt the hug, though no presence was seen.

“Can I have a hug?” Horror asked and was given a hug.

“I’m good.” Killer said, and everyone else nodded.

“Oh guys there are so many people who have written lyrics for your song megalovania. They can be quite good. I have only ever played the pacifist route myself and can't bring myself to watch an actual playthrough cause I can't watch my beloved monster friends get killed, but it is a catchy song. Have you guys seen any of them yet? Also I think you will like this fan song a lot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtCBLvAw4ZY&t=71s”

“What the fuck?” Killer said, nearly everyone had the same reaction.

“I liked it.” Cross said, humming the tune.

“papyrus how does your special attack work like if the annoying dog didn't take it”

“It’s just a blaster. Though it would be much friendlier than Sans’.” Papyrus said with a shrug.

“Can I also hug Blueberry? He is my fourth favorite.”

“Absolutely! I love hugs!” Blue said and felt the hug as he smiled.

“You voices are weird.” Stretch said, lighting another cigarette.

“No more. That’s your third, I’ll burn the pack if you smoke another.” Blue said and Stretch groaned.

“flowey if you really think its fun watching human kill everyone why do you beg for mercy if you act like you dont care ps if u wanna murder human kill toriel first.”

“I don’t beg! I was just scared at first and knew I couldn’t break the script! And in case you didn’t hear, I have literally done everything.” Flowey said, rolling his eyes.

“to annoying dog sorry to papyrus in advance please follow papyrus all day while playing dogsong and steal all his bones ps im glad ink didn't murder you”

The annoying dog yipped, he was glad he wasn’t murdered too. He kicked his stumpy legs and wagged his tail as he flew off to Papyrus, who had a feeling of foreboding and anxiety.

“YOU STUPID CANINE!” Papyrus declared as he tried to run while missing his femur. The dog smiled as the song echoed through the Underground and the dog smiled an innocent smile.

“So here is a question to the Sans personality types, why do you lie to your brother about their food? You're not helping them, it would be far kinder to be honest and help them learn to be better. Someday they are likely to meet someone who will not let them down gently and will hurt them.”

“Implying we can. They either run out the door before we can talk or we have to try talking over them.” Sans said.

“Impossible in many AUs, plus, it’s actually good half the time.” Outer said, and Red nodded, glaring at Swapfell as he was ogling Blue from a distance.

“Dream, what is it like being with your brother again? How is your guys brotherly bond affected by well everything that happened?”

“It’s awesome. We have fun and prank some unsuspecting Sanses every now and then. As people seem to forget for the longest time, we were mistaken for fey. And we didn’t help those accusations.” Dream said, “Though we never hurt anyone. Just harmless things like a pie going missing or flowers vanishing into thin air.” Dream snickered, he was back in the Doodlesphere by this point and reviewing paperwork.

“Boys how do you feel about Uncle Dreamy?”

“Don’t.” Killer said.

“No.” Cross said, eyes blank as he shook his head, everyone else was silent as they shook their heads and cringed.

“frisk how is murdering everyone one fun after all i dont think you enjoy getting repeatedly killed plus since you reset so many times you know everything that happens underground besides there are more things to murder in surface ps you didnt answer if you got to the surface on genocide”

“I like to see the dust fall, them scream in pain, and beg for mercy. It’s cute. And yes, I can murder more things on the surface, but they don’t turn to dust or give the, for lack of a better term, high I need. And I don’t get to the surface, only if I spare everyone do I get there. And before you ask, in neutral runs I’m in a limbo state, have to RESET to leave.” Frisk said, smiling as their eyes glowed red.

“frisk what about napstablook or mad dummy you can't kill either”

“I can kill Glad Dummy, and Napstablook is worthless. I don’t wanna waste my time on them.” Frisk spat, growling as they left the ruins, stepping over Toirel’s dust.

“You know what is cute? all the baby bones art of you guys. Awww why is every baby sans just so huggable? Ok ok but really baby Error! just picture a tiny baby Error and tell me that shit is not cute.”

“They’re very cute.” Nightmare said.

“But they didn’t show us any.” Killer said and Nightmare froze.

“Oh.” Error said, and Nightmare turned into a puddle out of shame.

“And payback time, Nightmare, any stories about Dream?”

Springing back to life Nightmare donned a wicked and demonic grin. “Dream didn’t know what a bed was until he was 100. And it took three people to pry him off of it.” Nightmare said.

“That’s actually sad. How long did you sleep in a tree?” Cross asked and Nightmare whistled.

“Our whole lives before the apple incident. Up until then we only slept in a bed seven times each.” Nightmare said, and Cross gave him a teary hug.

“dust how come your a bad guy you were forced to kill everyone your not a bad person if someones a bad person its the human and chara”

“First of all, Chara is only a problem because of Frisk, so they aren’t as guilty as you think. Though they are not innocent. And no one wanted to befriend a killer, sure they like Red, but it’s the culture. And Ink played his cards right so I couldn’t make things worse for him, there’s a reason he didn’t stop Nightmare from helping me.” Dust said, “Same goes for everyone else.” He finished and everyone nodded.

“Hold on a sec, contacts? How do contacts work with eyelights? I don't understand...”

“Magic.” Error said, and Maxie snickered.

“So, let’s begin the challenges!” She said and they were separated and thrown into a version of Snowdin.

“Where are we?!” they cried out, looking around but Maxie laughed.

“Welcome to your first challenge! Can you handle the Star Sanses all by yourself? Only one of you has to win for all of you to proceed, and the battles will be scaled so you are evenly matched.” Maxie’s voice echoed through the area, but she was not seen.

“Maxie. What are you doing?” Jana asked, accompanied by Beatrice.

“Having a bit of fun. What are you doing?” Maxie said, smiling innocently.

“Are you seriously messing with them?” Jana said, shaking her head in disapproval.

“You didn’t raise any concern when Jack, Zack, and I were talking about our plan. So why are you looking at me like that?” Maxie said, and the two sighed.

“Because we want to help. But only to an extent.” Jana said, and Maxie was intrigued.

“To what extent I may ask?” Maxie wondered, smiling.

“If you trigger their PTSD or do anything relating to Ink, we’re out and we will tell them who Error was.” Beatrice said, and Maxie shrugged.

“Sure. It’s a deal.” She said, holding out her hand as Beatrice shook it.

“We’re still going to Jack’s for pizza right?” Maxie asked, changing the subject.

“Hell ya. I’m bringing garlic knots.” Beatrice said and Maxie's eyes lit up.

“Garlic knots!” She held her hands up in joy.

“Blue most of us saw that Christmas party webcomic already. We know you spiked the eggnog. Why do you always pretend to be so innocent? not that I have much room to talk on that front...”

“I have long admitted to spiking the eggnog at that party. And I haven’t spiked anything since. No one seems to believe me!” Blue said, grumbling as his eyes turned to small broken hearts as tears filled his eyes.

“Sure.” Stretch said, and Blue glared, some glitches popping up.

“to sci and alphys is it possible to turn flowey back into asriel.”

“Without 7 human souls, I don’t think we can. We’ve looked into it, just to see if it was possible. He may be ok with staying as Flowey, with the exception of the pacifist run, but others in his situation aren’t. So we looked at his code to see if it was hypothetically possible, and it isn’t.” Sci said, sipping coffee.

“Yeah, h-honestly, I was h-hoping that we could. I-I regret i-it so much. I-I wanted to see i-if I could help others. B-but this is i-irreversible.” Alphys said, ringing her hands.

“It broke Toriel and Asgore’s hearts. Though, they would respect Flowey’s wishes if he didn’t want to, he is still a person whose opinions should be listened to. Even if he is a jackass.” Sci said and Alphys nodded.

“sanses how do you guys stop genocide routes from starting since you said there were very few”

“We don’t. They just stop, and then they start up again. Like wet and dry seasons, only more sporadic.” Classic said.

“Some worlds, like mine, don’t have as many, the way the world works kinda discourages it.” Red said, and Swapfell nodded.

“frisk what was the strangest interaction you have had with someone in the underground”

“Gaster. He is so mysterious and strange. I wonder what his deal was, but I never can find out. I’ve met his followers and such, but I’ve never heard him speak, and I’m assuming the person I saw was Gaster!” Frisk said, they were somewhere in Snowdin forest, marking down words on their arm.

☝☜❄ 💧✌☠💧 ❄⚐ ❄✌☹😐 ✌👌⚐🕆❄ 💣🕆☹❄✋✞☜☼💧☜.

❄☟☼☜✌❄☜☠ 🏱✌🏱✡☼🕆💧.

“so what has been the most dangerous mission the dark sanses have been sent on”

“There was HorrorLustFell.” Nightmare said, “Unaware of what was going to happen, I had Cross deal with it.”

He was waiting for Maxie to start up her game, and he hoped his boys were doing well.

“HorrorLustFell.” Cross said, “I took a month-and-a-half break after that to recover.” Cross said, raiding Grillby’s and the shops for armor, supplies, and food.

Everyone gave similar responses.

“Who all is helping with the search? everyone or just the gang?”

“Just us. Everyone knows what we’re doing and they’re willing to help if we need it.” Error said, shrugging as he made himself a swing and began to swing.

“Okay here is one for the classic undertale gang, since they know about the resets and multiverse now. thoughts on this video? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8hGMFQPBDw”

“Sans, do you want to talk?” Papyrus asked, and Sans was gone.

“I knew he had problems, but if someone can deduce that? Wow.” Toriel said, holding her hand over her mouth.

“We have several therapists available.” Outer said, “The hard part is getting him to see one. And I know I’m a hypocrite.” Outer said, shrugging.

“You are correct, space Sans.” Papyrus said, “I just wish he could talk about it.” Papyrus said.

“I mostly wanna see what paps has to say about his brother hiding his mental health problems.”

“I knew he had issues, but I want him to talk to me, I know it’s hard to talk about your mental health problems, but it’s been five years. Though he has suffered far worse than any of us, if the Dark Sanses are anything.” Papyrus said.

“I’m going to stall Frisk, Toriel, you need to get out of here. Frisk will be getting here soon.” Papyrus said and everyone dashed out of the house.

“Have the sans ever had to have an intervention for any of the other sans, like Blueberries alcohol problem?”

“I have no problem first of all. And secondly, we have had to have interventions.” Blue said, “Black had a drug addiction a while back, and we are trying to get Papy to stop or reduce his smoking habits.” Blue said and Stretch sighed.

“At least I’m working on it.” Stretch said, and Blue nodded.

“oh i'm just teasing him, cause I love him.”

“Thank you!” Blue said, smiling.

“frisk has there ever been a timeline in which the annoying dog didn't take the legendary artifact and if it wasn't taken what does the artifact do”

“I have never gotten the artifact.” Frisk said, Papyrus and Sans coming into view.

“to error how much exp did ink get you?”

“Quite a bit. The number escapes me, but it was in the hundreds.” Error said, swinging.

“flowey at the end of the pacifist timeline you decide to give up the souls and break barrier once the barrier was broken you could have easily murdered more humans and get to be a goat again so why kill a few for their souls?”

“Timelines never last that long, and when I turn back, it leaves an impact on me that makes it hard to be a jerk for a while. Residual effects of being that whiny crybaby.” Flowey said, “And it wouldn’t change anything.” Flowey said, wilting a bit.

“Fresh, tell me about your furby collection? I miss mine. I had 3, they always said they were hungry last at night when I was falling asleep... it was kinda creepy.”

“I have a version of every Furby ever made. 3 is pathetic yo. Though they are demanding and creepy sometimes, I’ll give ya that brah.” Fresh said, looking around as snow fell around him.

“What are you guys doing to find Error's origin anyway?”

“We were going to ask the creators what they knew, since none of Killer, Dust, or Horror’s code could help us and Error’s code is a mess on account of him being a glitch, then we’d go from there, asking questions and making guesses based on what we knew.” Nightmare said, “For all we know Error could be from one of the many neutral timelines, and that wouldn’t pin anything down at all.” Nightmare said.

“Blue, how do you hide your glitches? That seems like a very hard thing to explain to people you don't want knowing about the multiverse.”

“Dream made a small illusion charm with Sci and Alt’s help that makes me look normal. It’s also pretty!” Blue said as he held up a golden charm in the shape of a blueberry, it was attached to a gold chain that was hidden by his battle body.

“Have the rest of the Sans seen Error in his glasses? I need to see them all squirm at how cute he is!”

“Only Blue and Classic have seen him in his glasses. Other than us of course.” Killer said, “I helped make the frames, and the way his eyes lit up when he could clearly see for the first time, it was the best feeling in the world. I remember taking care of Pap, it felt like that.” Killer said, and he smiled at the memory.

“How does Dream feel about being an uncle now? Is he a FUN Uncle?”

“I’m not really considered an uncle per say, but I do try to be fun. And it is fun to say that I am technically the Dark Sanses’ uncle, they have the funniest reactions.” Dream said, laughing.

“Error am I embarrassing you too much?”

“Yes.” Error said, still swinging.

(Tumblr, I need asks from you guys too.)

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takerfoxx · 6 years ago

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Time to wrap things up! And the final fav of the day is...

HARRY DRESDEN!

There was never any real order to the fav of the day list, mainly because some of them came to me literally the day of, but mostly because ranking all those characters would be a royal pain in the ass. Besides, such lists tend to shift around depending on what I had recently read/watched/played or just because of a change in mood.

But if I had ranked all these in order, then Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden would still be at number one.

Another rare instance of my favorite being the lead character, Harry Dresden fronts the Dresden Files, which started off as an entertaining but otherwise paint-by-the-numbers Urban Fantasy noir series about a wizard detective, a set-up that is practically a dime a dozen. However, it has since grown far, far beyond its cookie-cutter premise simply through excellent characterization, witty writing, some truly amazing action beats, and great serial escalation. Which just goes back to what I’m always saying: it all comes down to the execution.

But I would be lying if I said that a major reason why I love this series wasn’t because Harry is kind of my spirit animal.

I mean, come on. He’s a really tall skinny white guy with nerdy interests, a smart mouth that gets him into trouble, kind of a loner personality, and while (implicitly) he isn’t on the spectrum like I am, all the side effects that come from being a wizards causes him to behave like he is. I have had people read the first book just once and tell me that yeah, Harry is definitely me.

Now granted, it’s not a perfect one-to-one comparison. His tumultuous love life...definitely isn’t something I identify with, or his perpetual loneliness. And yeah, there is the problem of his benign sexism and roving eye, which, to be fair, are portrayed as actual character flaws and get him in trouble more often than not, but have understandably turned more than a few people off from the series. But even though his flaws aren’t necessarily my flaws, I have more than a few of my own, and it has made him no less fascinating to me.

Over the course of fifteen books I have watched him grow from an average spellcaster just trying to make ends meet by solving weird crimes into one of the most powerful characters in the series, to the point where is he standing up to Eldritch horrors and coming out ahead. But thanks to the level of threat leveling up with him, he never feels cheap or OP. And he pays dearly for every new trick, every new ability, often fighting entire wars just to gain a single advantage, and losing nearly everything he has several times over. He has been cut and burned, scarred and tortured. He’s had his hand mangled, his back broken, played host to a seductive Fallen angel, had the Winter Queen of Fairie constantly tempt him with power, and been forced to deal with the dark impulses that comes with the power he has been forced to accept. He’s had to sacrifice loved ones, give up his freedom, let innocents die, and even spent an entire book dead. All of this has left him as broken inside as he is powerful outside, and there isn’t a book where you just want to give him a big hug and tell him that everything is going to be all right, even if you know that it’ll be a lie. And yet he keeps on fighting, too stubborn to quit and too stupid to die.

It has been a long, long time since the last Dresden Files book, and like everyone else, I have been eagerly waiting for the next chapter of Harry’s story, even though I know it will probably break my heart. But even so, I wait.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. When things get strange, when what goes bump in the night flicks on the lights, when no one else can help you, give me a call. I'm in the book.

#The Dresden Files #Harry Dresden #fav of the day

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nullum-nocte · 6 years ago

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Gladion’s Boggart Prt. 2

@moonkxssed @toeachfuture @serenesunlight ayyyy it’s more of my fav group!! Hope you don’t mind me tagging you all since they are your characters aaand i want you guys to see

Selene Elio and Mitsuki were left stranded in a lone hallway lost beyond recognition. Gladion seemed to put his extensive knowledge of the school’s layout to use by going complex routes that even they had trouble following from behind him. When the three had raced around once again another corner they were met with three possible routes he could've taken. One was to the stairway while the other two were hallways, the left hallway was dark- pitch black to the point one of them would need to use Lumos to see. The hallway to the right was much brighter, more inviting than the dark hallway ever would be.

Now they just had to choose who went where.

“Why would he go down the stairs?” Mitsuki exclaimed trying to talk sense into her two other friends. “He’d hate it if someone saw him cry and going down the stairs would be a huge gamble for him!”

“Y-You just d-don’t want to be the one t-to go down the stairs,” was Elio’s smart remark hitting the nail on the head.

“You’re right I don’t! I’ll get lost without Cinnamon to help me or I’ll get stuck on the staircase for an hour.” the again didn’t need to be said as all remembered her fuming speech over the ‘blasted staircase and how idiotic wizards were.’

“Still b-bitter over l-last time, huh?” Elio mutter shaking his head in amusement at her flash of irritation knowing it wasn’t directed at him.

Huffing Mitsuki pouted crossing her arms over her chest, “Well I’d like to see you deal with sitting on the stairs for an hour bored out of your skull- Really what were the founder’s thinking when they made the stairs?? Oh sure you have plans to get to class but then stairs decide to take you halfway across campus making you late! You know how long Snape chewed me out for!?”

Selene started to tune her out remembering just how long Snape chewed her out; she was in the same room as her when it happened after all. They didn’t have the same classes but on that day Professor Snape wanted more personal hours for himself, or something along those lines so he merged both classes together.

Though the rant went along as expected Selene could agree with one thing about it…

“Wizards are weird.” Both girls said in sync Mitsuki saying in frustration while Selene said it in resignation.

Elio only laughed at that, “d-did you forget that w-we’re all magical here? And that one of my parents is magical too, so i-i’m use to all of this.” At the word this he waved towards the stairs which were starting to move. If one of them didn’t get on it right then and there they’d only be left with the hallways….

Mitsuki groaned rolling her eyes as she made a run for the slowly moving staircase, “you two owe me big time!” Was the last thing she said before managing to jump the short gap and onto the lip of the staircase managing to stick the landing. It started to move downward, (no it never got any easier watching something break the laws of physics) slowly moving Mitsuki farther and farther away.

Selene cupped her hands around her mouth bending over the drop to shout out, “If you can’t find him then go find Lillie and ask her to help!” Her voice echoed catching the attention of other students that were moving onto their next class. Mitsuki waved showing that she heard Selene before her face was finally out of sight, blocked by another moving staircase.

Turning around she found Elio was going down the right hallway leaving her with the left one. With a quietly whispered, “Lumos.” her wand tip lit up brightly showing her the way. It was dusty and old as if no one had been down this hallway in centuries.

With all the dust some faint footprints were noticeable making a soft snort leave her, “right, of course, he does down the dusty, dark and dank hallway that screams out horror movie.”

Halfway down the hallway, she heard the sound of stone scraping against stone when she turned back she saw the way she had come from was blocked!

“Gladion Aether if we’re trapped here then so help me….” Muttering under her breath her eyes burned with determination to find her friend and get out of here. No matter if this all felt like a cliche build up to a horror movie where the murder would jump out any second now and stab her.

As if wanting to feed into her fear she heard a rage-filled scream along with the sound of things being thrown around. The sound of things breaking echoed down the lonely hall, another yell following along with the crunch of something being snapped.

It was him.

She sped up feet slamming against the hard floor following the sounds of the destruction until she found him in one of the many old classrooms.

Selene openly gaped at the state of the room Gladion resided in. Desks had been turned over in his rampage, posters that had been on the wall torn off and ripped into little pieces. Inkpots and broken quills were scattered on the floor, the dark black inky mess seeping into the floor and into his shoes. Black footprints were left haphazardly around the floor, some steps smeared showing his pacing and even an instance where he had kicked a wall in his frustration.

“Oh Gladion,” she whispered hoarsely feeling her own eyes tear up. At the sound of his name, his head jerked up turning away from staring lifelessly at the quills and to her. Tear tracks glittered in the light glowing from her wand, his green eyes dull, red-rimmed and sorrowful.

“I thought I was over this,” he mourned staring away from her blue eyes, (was that shame within them?) and up to the ceiling, his hand clenching and unclenching. He laughed, low and bitter shaking his head as he sounded close to wailing once more. “I thought I could face it all. I have to kill her one day or who knows what she’ll do. I thought I was ready, now look at me having a mental break down in an abandoned classroom by just being near something that looked like her!”

He started to pace again ink-stained hands combing through his hair leaving behind black streaks within the blond.“How many people are going to be laughing at me for being afraid of my own mother- how many people are going to spread rumors of the mudblood loving, frightened of his mother, Slytherin Selene? I doubt highly that anyone besides, our friend group and possibly professor Lupin can guess what she’s done fully.”

He can’t say abuse- the words get stuck in his throat threatening to choke him if he dears utter the word. It feels wrong- it feels like it’s meant for those children that had it worst then him. For the kids trapped in basements for hours on end in the pitch dark or kids growing up chained to the bed and not allowed to leave unless it’s to eat bathe and use the bathroom. For the ones beaten, broken and bruised beyond repair.

That wasn’t him, he always had a nice luxurious bed to sleep in was fed three meals a day, (no more no less) and was able to go to school. Even if his clothes sometimes didn't fit right, even if the words she hurled at him stung more then any slap could or the times he was put under the torturing curse- nothing ever left much of a physical mark on his skin. He was as unblemished as a boy his age could be. Even after the discovery of her lab and his slow start to rebellion her actions towards him never changed. She was cruel- would forever be so but never cruel like that- Oh Merlin's saggy balls now he's defending her in his own damn mind! She's awful! She's done unspeakable things, she keeps fresh dead bodies in the basement to sew together to try to make her "husband" come to life again. She just couldn't learn to move on like the rest of the family did, she just had to dive off into the deep end. He was disgusted by her blatant disrespect towards the dead and her shoddy attempts of sewing together a body making monstrosities he'd wish she'd just burn instead of putting freeze charms on them and hiding them away like special treasures. Just thinking about it makes him sick- no he was already feeling sick from watching her threatened his friends.

“I THOUGHT I WAS FINE!” He screams again, raking his hand through a bookshelf throwing books from their place and towards the front to smack against the chalkboard. Tears started to trickle down his face once more making his vision blurry.

“I was fine being the villian,” he choked out between breathy sobs. “I was fine being hated as long as I could protect Lillie- protect you Mitsuki and Elio!” His hands went to his head once more fingers ruffling his hair sending strands of blond every which way.

“I can’t even do that,” his voice was barely audible only loud enough to hear if you strained your ear. “All I do is get you all hurt just for even talking with me. I hate being an outcast, I just want one damn day where I don't feel like someone’s going to hex me when my back is turned. I just want to be normal- I want to be able to hang out with you all without wondering when the next bully will come around and threaten us!” His legs finally gave out from under him, making him fall to his knees with a smack. His arms fell limp to his side, staring once more up towards the ceiling as if it had all the answers he needed.

"Why do I want to be accepted by them? Why can't I just sit down and accept that no one at this school's ever going to like me and let it be that. Why do I feel the need to prove myself- who do I want to prove myself to Selene??" He turned towards her crawling closer to her on his knees with a crazed searching look. He heaved shoulder shaking as he cried harder squeezing his eyes firmly shut as if that would stop his tears.

Gently Selene rested her hand against the top of his head, fingers gently scratching at his scalp. Instead of answering him she began to hum a low soft sound that almost sounded like a lullaby. She was petting him now coxing him to relax, slowly lowering herself onto her knees to be able to wrap an arm around him and bring him into her chest. His sobs were muffled by her robe, staining it with his tears of anguish.

“I think,” Selene gently whispered near his ear, “that you want to prove yourself to us. To show us that you can take everything the school throws at us and force it on yourself. And Gladion,” she hesitated for a split second before cupping his cheek, tilting his head upward to stare into her eyes. Her thumb moved across his cheek wiping away the tear tracks, “You don’t have to do this alone. We can take care of ourselves. It’s sweet to have you protect us but we all can fight our own battles, you need to stick to your own fights.”

He opened his mouth brows furrowing in such a way she knew he was going to start an argument with her. Rolling her eyes at his stubbornness she grabbed half of a cauldron cake from her robe’s pocket stuffing it into his mouth. She mourned the loss of the cake she was saving for later, knowing she won't be able to go into Hogsmeade until the weekend to buy another one.

He choked, eyes growing wide in alarm staring at her in shock. His hands gripped her shoulders, cheeks puffing out with a constipated look on his face, concentrating on trying to chew the food and not die. And what a way it would be to go, choking on cake in an abandoned classroom trashed beyond belief.

His reaction was all the payback she needed making her feel it was worth it. She got him to shut up and make a face that wasn’t his normal frown. Unable to hold back anymore she laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges, doubling over to hide her face into his shoulder muffling it slightly.

When her laughter finally eased up she slowly raised her head only to snort. She couldn’t help it he looked so ridiculous! As if being able to hear her words he send her a petulant look, bottom lip poking out in his sulking. It only made her snort louder and wish to tease him, though she held off not wanting to disturb the peace that finally went over him.

The two stayed in this position for a while and even after he audibly swallowed the cake he stayed silent. His hands moved from her shoulder falling to his side once more following with a deep sigh. By now her knees were starting to hurt and her legs were tingling in that familiar pins and needles way. It was starting to get awkward- it didn’t look like Gladion was going to start moving anytime soon.

As if to prove her wrong he slowly started to stand eye twitching slightly at the pins and needles from his own legs. Holding out a hand he helped her up as well whipping out his wand and using a cleaning spell to get rid of the ink stains. She’d follow suit not familiar with the spell he used but easily copying his movements and pronunciation. She smiled watching as the ink stains slowly disappeared leaving him clean as a whistle.

He appeared impressed brows raised in slight surprise making her preen under the attention. Too bad he had to open up his mouth and speak.

“Now tell me why do you end up with half done assignments if your wand work is that superb?”

“Ughh,” she groaned loudly at the comment deciding to ignore it. “come on Gladion let’s not talk about this we’re missing class!”

He frowned at the obvious subject change, though none the less he nodded following her out of the classroom.

“Before we go-” he pointed his wand at his hair fixing it back into his preferred style and did the same for her. “there now we look presentable.”

And with that, the two were off to try to get to their class and hope they weren't sent to detention for being extremely late.

#[ Mun drabbles ] Things that have happened in another place; in another time ⛓️#harry potter au #// it's done and i know i should reread through it for typos or smth but I just wanna post it now!!!!!#// low key self-continuous of tagging you all since i've been doing that a lot

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its-love-u-asshole · 6 years ago

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Franchises, Feuds, and Too Much Tension [fic]

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei/Kuroo Tetsurou

Summary: Sometimes, Tsukishima wonders if his relationship is too good to be true. Kuroo is everything he's ever wanted and more, pardon his cheesiness, and there's never a doubt in his mind that he loves him. Of course, he should've expected a fight like this at some point or another, though he can't say he'd been prepared.The only thing Tsukishima knows for sure is that one way or another, this is all Terushima's fault.

Rating: E

Tags: fluff, fluff and smut, established relationship, kurotsuki argue about dumb things like horror movies and then bang p much

Note: Yooo I managed to actually get something done for @heartykurotsukiweek! I've had this wip sitting in my docs for a while now and then the prompt list came out and day 2 gave me the perfect excuse to finish it ;) and it's smut too which is odd for me these days pft it's torture to write but hey, kurotsuki deserves to get laid always. Big thanks to @emeraldwaves for reading this over!

AO3

Tsukishima was a good, reasonable person.

For the most part.

Therefore, it was important to note how much he did not and would not ever deserve this level of disrespect, from someone he loved no less.

Tsukishima took exactly ten steps into their apartment, not bothering to look at Kuroo until their privacy had been secured. He stopped at the couch, glaring at the few DVDs which were strewn about the rumpled cushions. All good picks, quality thriller movies which he and Kuroo had decided to rewatch the previous night.

He had been a young, naive fool then. Completely unaware of the secrets boiling beneath the surface.

It was like those movies were laughing at him now. Bitches.

How could he have missed it? It was the most obvious horror/gore franchise and yet it had never come up...

Here he was, thinking he and Kuroo were movie buffs when they had never even had the real nitty gritty conversations.

They were frauds.

The front door shut, and the muffled chatter of their neighbors in the hallway was cut off in a split second. Tsukishima could feel Kuroo standing there at the door, staring at his back, but he felt too stubborn to turn around and make the first move.

Man, things could get ugly here. Tsukishima hadn't fully realized it until just now. The silence around them was suffocating, thick with the strain of their thoughts.

Eventually, one of them would have to begin this bloodbath, and once more, Tsukishima was left to marvel at how stupid they both were. Why can't we have normal fights...

They'd never know, but oh how Tsukishima wished they'd never crossed the line into such dangerous territory.

How had this happened again?

It had been a normal night, and honestly, maybe that should've been the first thing to tip Tsukishima off. Things had been too peaceful, too calm, and without a trace of tension in the air when those cursed words had left his mouth, condemning him to a sleepless night.

Perhaps the worst part was the subject matter, but he stood by his opinion, and overall he blamed Terushima for the entire incident.

Some things to take into account before he continued:

1) Tsukishima was right. No matter what anyone said, he'd rather get smashed by a glass pane (ha), than give in to his boyfriend.

2) Final Destination was a terrible series. It had some arguable gems, and it was enjoyable to watch some of the grisly deaths and laugh at the dumbass characters. He'd never try and deny that if he saw it on the T.V. guide, he would click in an instant. Still, most of the films were awful, with less than acceptable effects. Moving on...

3) Kuroo Tetsurou was supposed to be the love of his life, but goddamn if Tsukishima wasn't considering poisoning his water.

4) Addendum. Kuroo Tetsurou was fucking wrong, and Tsukishima hoped he was ready to face the wrath that had been building in his debate club brain for the past hour and thirteen minutes.

Now that the basics are cleared, back to what happened....

They had been at Terushima's house late in the evening, drinking and yelling at each other after a few failed games of Monopoly. Everyone refused to read the instructions no matter how lost they were, but that was irrelevant at this moment in time.

Eventually, they all calmed down as the sun dipped below the horizon and Terushima supplied them with more beer. He and Kuroo had hardly drank, more content with watching their friends make fools of themselves for future blackmailing purposes.

The conversations ranged from embarrassing high school memories, to the famous mint chocolate ice cream debate, most of which Tsukishima gladly tuned out in favor of focusing on Kuroo's hands. Tsukishima had managed to practically seat himself in his boyfriend's lap without calling too much attention to them, the perfect vantage point. Especially when Kuroo's nimble fingers began to massage his exposed hip bones, kneading the soft skin and curves while Tsukishima greedily moved closer.

The touch was familiar, welcome, with something burning and desirous just below the surface. But given their public situation, the fire dwindled, and Tsukishima let himself relax as the ministrations continued. There was no rush, no urgency. They had all the time in the world that Friday night, and they basked in the jovial atmosphere.

That is, until the subject of the newest horror movie came about.

It was silly probably, how fast he and Kuroo's heads shot up, like dogs hearing their kibble pour into bowls, but they couldn't help it. They loved anything to do with horror and suspense; haunted houses, slasher films, whatever.

(Minus the time they'd gotten so scared from one particular movie they couldn't sleep, but no one had to know about that. They'd both agreed long ago on taking that one to the grave.)

But otherwise, it was their calling. They already had their tickets pre-bought for the movie everyone was currently discussing, and they jumped in, scattering their own predictions and opinions without care.

Naturally, one thing led to another, and the conversation turned into a full-blown comparison of different horror franchises, either in support or contempt of the new upcoming film. Whatever. Kuroo and Tsukishima had this shit. They’d made their predictions already, knew the director, had bets placed. So truthfully, this was more of a trip down memory lane of all the shitty and spectacular films they’d watched ever since they’d become brave enough to sneak into R rated movies.

Not to mention all the films they’d seen together, an excuse to hold each other close and makeout during all the boring scenes with dull characters. It made Tsukishima somewhat excited for either outcome. If the movie was good, then he’d enjoy himself and would also have a new movie to rewatch on chilly nights. If it sucked, then he could make Kuroo fall apart, movie forgotten. Wins all around.

So yeah, bringing up both the duds and hits of the horror world made him satisfied all around.

But then, Terushima went and did it, that bastard. He said the measly string of words which would later cause Tsukishima's mind-numbing headache.

"I don't know, it looks like a Final Destination rip-off to me."

And oh, what an insult.

Both he and Kuroo recoiled just a bit, not knowing where to start. What exactly did he mean anyways? They were two completely different plots, new actors, there was no supernatural element at all…

“I mean it looks too over the top,” Terushima continued, smirking slightly at the glares he received from the couple.

“Funny coming from someone as dramatic as you,” Tsukishima shot back, and in true Terushima fashion, the drunkard sloshed his drink in Tsukishima’s direction, eager for a fearful flinch.

Tsukishima didn’t move. A chorus of childish ‘oos’ echoed around them. The stare down between them didn’t last long though, in part because of Terushima’s one too many beers and Tsukishima’s good mood. They both maintained the scowling eye contact for a few seconds before they burst out into a fit of laughter.

Kuroo’s hands tightened on him at the sound.

Horror fan reputation be damned, Tsukishima was ready to ditch the party in favor of seeing exactly what those hands had in mind for him.

But of course, the universe, and Terushima had other plans.

"Those movies were a trip though," Terushima went on as his laughter died, his words slightly slurred from the amount of alcohol he'd inhaled throughout the night. The hiccups made everyone around him giggle. "My far...my fav was the--the one with the cars? The race track! That was epic."

And as predicted, he and Kuroo exchanged amused glances, their thoughts completely in sync. And how could they not be?

‘Pft, the fourth FD is a joke.’

‘I know right? Worst film, best title.’

“Oh Yuuji, how the hell did you get to be so uncultured?” Kuroo sighed dramatically, shaking his head. Tsukishima had to give it to his boyfriend, there was real pity in those eyes. “That’s probably the worst film of them all.”

“Ah fuck off,” Futakuchi’s voice drifted from where he sat, face buried into the couch cushions. Damn, Tsukishima thought he’d died thirty minutes ago.

“Yeah, you’re the ones who’ve seen every damn movie,” someone on the staircase said, and from the tone, Tsukishima could tell it was probably one of the Atsumu twins. Oh, so now everyone had their two cents… “Probably more than once…”

“For research purposes,” Kuroo called back, his grin staying firmly in place. Tsukishima wanted to kiss him for it.

“Oh yeah, well what do you assholes think is the best one then?” Terushima said, swirling around his drink with an air of confidence he did not deserve. It was like he was some rich business investor with expensive wine in his glass and not a broke college student drinking cider out of a Naruto mug.

But Tsukishima didn’t need to point that out, his answer would speak for itself. And it was a no brainer for him. He didn't even have to think as he said, "Oh, the fifth for sure."

At the exact same fucking time, Kuroo went: "The second one."

And that’s when the night fell right down the shit hole.

What.

The observing crowd must’ve realized what an affront this was, what a rare occurrence it was to see them disagree on something so close to their hearts. Oh, the silence which followed could’ve been akin to a cemetery even, but with twice as much dread and foreboding.

Kuroo and Tsukishima looked at each other in an instant, eyes stupidly wide and any other shit-eating words dying on the tips of their tongues.

Tsukishima didn’t have anything to say, could barely process his feelings on the subject. Deep down, he knew this day probably should’ve been expected at some point, but wow, what a fucking inconvenience.

Tsukishima’s mouth opened once, then twice, before he eventually surrendered to the fact they were screwed.

Lastly, the only person who could seem to formulate a response in that moment happened to be Terushima, who simply wheezed in laughter, throwing back the rest of his drink before he spoke in sports bar level excitement. “Oh. Shit.”

Aaaand now they were here. A car ride of silence and two ice cream sundaes (both for Tsukishima) later.

Kuroo clicked the lock on the door, sealing them in for battle, and Tsukishima took one slow, deep breath.

Yeah. He was ready.

The stupidest part was probably how they met each other halfway in no more than five steps. At the time, it felt serious, but Tsukishima knew later he’d want to jump off a cliff.

Kuroo nodded to him, eyes brimming with something so ridiculously nerdy one would think they were in high school mock trial. Basically, it was a look that said, ‘Yeah that’s right. Go first. Bring it.’

‘I fucking will.’

Tsukishima raised his hands, the only thing keeping him from just hitting Kuroo with the nearest pillow. Or…any object really. “Tetsu.”

“Yes, my love?” Kuroo smiled sweetly, and yeah, Tsukishima was so ready. No amount of sappy endearments would change that.

“How the hell can you say the second Final Destination is the best? Did you watch the same movie I did? Surely you could’ve have, dear.”

Tsukishima saw the brief hesitation, the way Kuroo had to smother the immediate instinct to just tackle Tsukishima and kiss the daylights out of him for the petname, but man, Kuroo must’ve been as serious as Tsukishima right then. He powered through it. Damn.

“Oh I’m sorry for liking believable suspense,” Kuroo said, motioning to nothing in particular, as if the gestures somehow made his points more legitimate. “That movie had deaths better if not equal to the first.”

Pure blasphemy.

Tsukishima blinked, shaking his head as he tried to make sense of the words. “B-Believable...wha—Tetsu, a girl has a vision on a freeway.”

Why was the freeway aspect more startling than the vision part? Who knew.

“A believable vision, you can’t trust those fucking log trucks!”

That…was correct, but not the point.

Tsukishima clapped, actually clapped in triumph. “Ha! See! You just like the disaster scene, you’re letting that get in the way of the fact the rest is shit!”

Besides, even if Tsukishima could admit the disaster scene was wonderful, the rest fell flatter than three day old soda.

“Oh, because you totally don’t like the fifth one just for the disaster scene,” Kuroo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “A bridge collapse? Seriously?”

“More original than some glorified car accident,” Tsukishima shot back, crossing his arms in hopes of looking more menacing. Too bad that strategy no longer worked on Kuroo.

“The logs Kei, the logs.”

“If that’s all you have to offer, then you’re not as good at arguing as I thought,” Tsukishima sighed in pity, a tone normally used for provoking Kuroo into…different situations. He’d happily employ it for this fight, no doubt.

The last Final Destination may have had subpar effects, but the ending and the deaths were so well crafted, he refused to let them be overlooked.

“Oh really now? What are your points then? I’m sure someone as devoted as you has more to dish out than insults…”

Tsukishima nearly winced. Kuroo, regardless of his sweetness and the fondness he held for him, had a sharp tongue on him all the same. Tsukishima loved him, but this was not helping.

Not that he was at a disadvantage. Oh no. He would gladly pick apart all the excellent points of the fifth Final Destination if Kuroo wanted him to, but really, his biggest point said it all.

Tsukishima sniffed, aura haughty and just the right amount of bratty to drive Kuroo up the wall. “Why should I? It’s obviously the superior film.”

“So help me, if you say it’s because it connects to the first—”

“It connects to the first film—”

“Kei.”

“—and it does so flawlessly! Admit it!”

“Never!”

Tsukishima turned on his heel, holding his breath as he walked to the end of the living room and back to face Kuroo. It needed to be done. He was about to lose it.

Kuroo either didn’t sense that or wasn’t scared to test it.

“You’re the one letting personal preference get in the way of which one had a better plot Kei, the second one has better acting and—”

“How is tying back to the first one not a better plot? It’s a prequel, a surprise prequel! Also what the hell, they all have the same plot!”

“That’s crap, I know you don’t believe that!”

(Tsukishima did not but okay, technically it was the truth. A director could only take a concept so far.)

Kuroo laughed, somewhat crazed, as he finished his spiel. “Final Destination 2 is better in every way, I liked the characters more, the deaths were better, and it stood on its own. It didn’t have to rely on the first film—”

“It…it completely relies on the first film!”

“—in order to be successful. You probably just don’t remember because you were too busy watching the cash grab that was the fifth movie.”

Tsukishima, had he been more on Kuroo’s level of drama, might’ve gasped, hand on his chest and everything. But no, he steeled himself, squinting because like hell would he blink. Blinking meant defeat.

“The critics hated it,” Tsukishima seethed, as if that meant anything at all. A low, pathetic blow even for him. Was he losing?

“The people loved it,” Kuroo said back, his grin wide and so telling. He thinks I’m losing. Me.

Unacceptable.

The problem there? When Tsukishima got competitive, part of his rationale flew out the window. Therefore, stupid, impulsive decisions could slip through.

Kuroo’s next words were all it took.

“A true horror fan would know, amidst all the movies in the franchise, number two is the shining star,” Kuroo sighed, placing a hand on Tsukishima’s trembling shoulder with confidence all too grand. “It’s okay babe, I still love you, flaws and all.”

Fuck. You.

“Well, we—we’re just gonna have to watch all of them then!” Tsukishima yelled, the fierceness of competition flaring up without control. “We’ll see what the shining star is!”

“Fine!”

“Great!”

Oof.

Or, not great. Not one of his best ideas in hindsight, considering it was already close to midnight. But he was committed.

This, this would surely show Kuroo how wrong he was. The middle movies were a fucking slog and they both knew it. Kuroo would crack in no time, begging Tsukishima to just skip right to the last film.

Fuck yeah.

Unfortunately, he overestimated several things. One, his own patience, and two, his ability to stomach more than two of these shitty ass movies in a row.

Hint: he could not.

It was halfway through Final Destination 3 that Tsukishima had enough, mostly because both he and Kuroo didn't care for this particular installment to the mediocre franchise and also because…as sad as it sounded, he sort of no longer knew why they were fighting.

Glancing over at Kuroo from the corner of his eye, Tsukishima could make out the bored stare mixed with stubbornness and just a tad bit of disgust (the tanning salon death always did sort of freak Kuroo out). Tsukishima couldn't help but grin at the small bit of knowledge, and he cursed himself. Why was being mad at Kuroo so hard?

Maybe it's because you're arguing about Final Destination, Tsukishima's brain supplied, quite unhelpfully.

Kuroo's hands were clenched, gaze flickering towards the remote as if he was contemplating giving in and turning the cursed thing off.

He wouldn't though. They were both far too prideful for that.

No, if Kuroo was going to concede, Tsukishima would have to employ other tactics, and he momentarily let himself cast away any remaining dignity. He couldn't half-ass this, and once his plan was put into action, he wouldn't be able to turn back.

I can't believe it's come to this.

More unbelievable still was the way a rush of anticipation ran up his body, the beginnings of a desirous heat coiling in his abdomen. Like a reflex, a preview of what was to come.

He wondered if his heart had started to race yet, his pulse picking up...

He'd been complaining earlier, but it truly was hard to stay mad at Kuroo. He was....well, he was Kuroo.

Just the name made him relax, and Tsukishima didn't bother scolding himself. What was the use? This would be over soon, given how grossly affectionate he was feeling.

At the thought, Tsukishima looked back at his boyfriend, noting the way the shadows and flashes from the T.V. danced across the curves of his face. The light flecked in his golden eyes, subtle and far too mesmerizing considering the movie playing. Those eyes, framed by long eyelashes and the occasional sand had held Tsukishima's gaze so many times. In fact, Tsukishima had stared at Kuroo's entire face more times than he could count, but he always found himself observing the same things over and over. The light crease on the bridge of his nose during allergy season, the discoloration on the tops of his cheeks due to too many beach trips.

Tsukishima could almost feel the textures from memory alone, each bump, every contour.

Seeing him sitting there, so content and at home regardless of their stupidity, made Tsukishima's heart squeeze, and an easy admission floated into his brain.

Kuroo, with all his dumb reasonings and silly jokes, was handsome. Tsukishima knew that, but it had been a while since he'd reminded himself. Maybe he was setting himself up for disaster, but whatever. He always did like sticking to facts.

Tsukishima didn't feel the need to add more to the observation, and if he had to write a book, he doubted Kuroo's description would be more than a few lines long. Kuroo's smooth edges and searing gazes were too much to describe, but to Tsukishima, they felt so simple. So right. He didn't have to make a case for Kuroo's looks, they stared him in the face everyday, woke up with him, laughed with him.

Not bothering with subtlety anymore, Tsukishima moved his body away from the television until he was facing Kuroo, hugging his knees up to his chest as he continued his musings. Plus, he'd seen this movie enough times (more than enough, fucking hell) to recognize the events. Some guy in the drive-thru was about to get bladed through the head, truly, Final Destination 3 deserved to be in a national archive of some sort. Best film ever.

As if sharing the sentiment, Kuroo chuckled, rolling his eyes at the display of gore.

Yeah, that's my guy, Tsukishima thought, without much resistance. Kuroo never disappointed him, Final Destination 2 be damned.

Tsukishima bit his lip, noting the softness as he stared at his boyfriend's creased brow. He never realized how soft his lips were until he started dating Kuroo. The raven liked to bite on them, pull and suck...

A second tremor came then, and now Tsukishima knew it was over.

Fuck this.

"Like what you see?" Kuroo's soft, amused tone floated in his ears, and he didn't flinch. Tsukishima knew Kuroo had noticed the staring from the beginning, but he was patient with Tsukishima, letting him collect his thoughts for a bit.

God, you're the worst.

And just like that, the last of Tsukishima's willpower was gone.

"Mm," he hummed, moving slowly until he was comfortably seated in Kuroo's lap. "I don't know. The gym death is kind of lame."

One of Kuroo's hands automatically came up to grab Tsukishima's hip, while the other laced their fingers together. Such a sweet, intimate gesture, all to the sound of Lewis Romero's delusional theories.

"The lamest," Kuroo replied, eyes never leaving Tsukishima's lips. The blond briefly wondered how he did that, how he could read the atmosphere so well nowadays. Kuroo was so terrible at that in high school, accidentally offending people, including Tsukishima on a few occasions. The doofus apologized genuinely each time, but still, it was impressive to see how far he'd come.

Now he could read the room like a telepath might, feeling the shifts in mood and atmosphere, knowing exactly what people wanted.

And right then, he could probably tell just how much Tsukishima wanted to be fucked against the nearest available surface.

Side note: Yes, he knew how weird it was to become unbearably horny during a rewatch of a horror franchise, he couldn't explain it and didn't really want to. End of story. Besides, he was allowed, especially after the time Kuroo wanted to get dicked after watching A Christmas Carol, there were some things they just refused to acknowledge.

“Final Destination 2 is pretty lame too you know,” Tsukishima jabbed, but the animosity from before wasn’t there anymore, replaced now with a soft whisper as he tapped his fingers against the back of Kuroo’s hand.

“Mmhm, and so is Final Destination 5,” Kuroo nudged, moving his hips to let Tsukishima slide closer. He happily did so.

“The whole franchise is.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Without a doubt.”

“The worst.”

Each exchange only made their stupid smiles grow, and Kuroo nuzzled Tsukishima’s neck to hide his face before it made them both blush.

“Hey…you know what’s not lame?” Kuroo asked, and Tsukishima rolled his eyes before the words fully left his mouth. Oh no…

Of course, there was no real dread to be found as Tsukishima touched their foreheads together. “Stop.”

“The most beautiful person in the world—”

“No.”

“Light of my life!”

“Tetsu.”

“The future Kuroo Kei, beloved husband.”

The words made Tsukishima halt, especially with how Kuroo’s tone trembled on the last syllables, as if he hadn’t meant to say such a serious thing. He didn’t have to worry, because the words only made Tsukishima wonder how he’d ever been mad at this fool in the first place.

He didn’t let the silence sit between them long, not when Kuroo sat so tense beneath him. Dummy, as if I’d be mad at that.

“Tsukishima Tetsurou,” he whispered into the small space between them, their breath mingling. The admission the reinforcement brought with it, the fact he’d revealed he actually pictured them married, made Tsukishima’s cheeks heat up.

“Huh?” Kuroo choked out, as if he totally hadn’t heard the words loud and clear. Tsukishima laughed lightly, shaking his head.

“It sounds better…that way…you know?” The explanation was poor, but Tsukishima couldn’t sound smart right then, not with the butterflies in his stomach, or the constant heat beneath his skin. To think, they could’ve been this close, touching, this whole time.

Slowly, Kuroo touched their lips together, a peck far too innocent for how in the mood Tsukishima was. Damn Kuroo and his ability to turn every moment sappy. Did Tsukishima understand it? No. Would he change it? Never.

“Yeah, guess it does,” Kuroo said, smiling in a way which would surely kill Tsukishima if he continued.

“So…truce?” Tsukishima tried, moving his hips in hopes of getting that dumb look off of Kuroo’s face. “I’d like to pick up from where we left off, if you don’t mind.”

Being sappy was fun and all, but that was their entire life pretty much. Right then, Tsukishima wanted primal, needy, and nothing would get in the way of that.

One more purposeful grind, and Kuroo got the picture.

Grinning in that lovable, aggravating way, Kuroo met Tsukishima’s movements. “About time.”

I’ll say.

A shiver ran down Tsukishima’s spine as any thoughts of movies or terrible gore effects were forgotten, and he succumbed to the atmosphere, wanting more and more of it.

"Hey...what was that thing at the party you were doing?" Tsukishima asked, ready to dissolve the tension around them and take the plunge. He'd been thinking about this throughout the party, and not even the interruption of Final Destination could smother the flame building between them. He was tired of waiting. The moment of confusion on Kuroo's face didn't last long when Tsukishima placed both of Kuroo's hands on his hips, shivering at the touch on the bare skin where his shirt rode up. Why did he have it on still again?

The recognition in Kuroo's eyes made Tsukishima feel so small, something only Kuroo could do from such a vulnerable position. It happened to be the only time Tsukishima allowed it. And yeah, it was a great look on his boyfriend, as if it was taking all of his willpower to not fuck Tsukishima into the couch right then and there. Kuroo was such a pleaser though, wanting to draw out every touch, every position so Tsukishima could feel everything.

Tonight though, Tsukishima wanted to be the pleaser too, and a wicked thought crossed his mind as his mouth salivated.

I want it in my mouth...

It was the least he could do, after destroying his boyfriend so badly in their fight. Or maybe he just wanted to suck his dick until Kuroo begged to come. He didn't care much anymore about pretenses.

Kuroo chuckled darkly, unaware of how in control Tsukishima was (but honestly, when wasn't he?), and dug into his soft skin with poorly masked greed. "Somehow I doubt that's all you want me to do, love."

And this time, the endearment made him want to surrender.

Kuroo bucked his hips up, grinding their growing erections together, and Tsukishima laughed lowly even as a shudder racked his body. Of course not, but it's a good place to start.

Kuroo's hands traveled up his chest, ghosting over his nipples with his palms slowly. It was as if Kuroo was the conductor of Tsukishima's pleasure, the only one who got the notes and cues exactly right. He grinned as Tsukishima's hips dipped lowly towards him, seeking more.

Tsukishima moaned, and he figured it was alright, since soon Kuroo would be as undone as him.

The sensation of Kuroo playfully tugging at his nipples almost made his plan blur in his mind, his back arching into the feeling, but the determination drove him forward. Perhaps too roughly, he undid the buckle on Kuroo's belt, and in record time, he flung the damn thing to the floor.

Much better, but not enough.

Smirking, Tsukishima leaned forward, licking into Kuroo's mouth until their breath grew hot and frantic. It could hardly be called a kiss, the way Tsukishima would tease with his tongue, coaxing Kuroo's to meet him and make those obscene smacking noises they both loved so much. Shamelessly, he tugged on Kuroo's waistband as he moaned into the kiss. If that wasn't enough to get Kuroo moving, his next words certainly were.

He pulled away, letting a string of saliva connect them as he squeezed Kuroo through his underwear. The captivation on his boyfriend's face made his own cock twitch in his pants. "It's not what I want you to do, it's what I wanna do." Another harsh tug. "Off."

He loved when Kuroo moved fast sometimes.

In a matter of seconds, rough hands returned to his hips, seating him on the couch cushion as Kuroo stood up and kicked off his pants and boxers in a few fluid movements.

The pure obedience did something to Tsukishima he couldn't properly explain, but he squirmed where he sat, trying not to moan at the sight of his boyfriend's cock as it hung heavy between his legs.

It probably didn't matter, since the way Tsukishima immediately moved off the couch and onto his knees spoke for itself. His mind was already racing with the desire to make his boyfriend come, to suck on the head until Kuroo begged for more, to choke on his cock...

"Wait!" Kuroo's voice made him freeze though, and he looked up at Kuroo as the raven sat back onto the couch. He probably looked so sex drunk already, from how Kuroo's eyes flashed with something carnivorous. Stroking his cock, Kuroo laughed at the way Tsukishima's eyes followed the movement, and then pat his thigh. "Come up here."

At that, Tsukishima actually snapped out of it for a bit, blinking in confusion. "But I want to--"

"I know you do, and I'm gonna let you," Kuroo said, and his smirk actually made Tsukishima glare. "But you deserve a consolation prize too."

Tsukishima scoffed, standing to shuck off his pants and briefs.

"It's not a consolation prize if you're the winner," he replied, and still unsure of Kuroo's plan, he hopped back up onto the couch until his breath fanned over Kuroo's cock once more.

The tremble in Kuroo's voice made him wiggle his hips, and he made sure Kuroo watched.

"What happened to a truce?" Kuroo's voice shook as Tsukishima gave his cock a few firm strokes, and the blond didn't care what Kuroo was planning, he wanted more of that desperation now.

"I needed to tell you something," he said slyly, and before Kuroo could retort, he took the head of his cock in his mouth, sucking like he yearned for it. Kuroo choked out a moan as the milky precum met Tsukishima's tongue, and he swirled it around lewdly in his mouth.

Kuroo's hips twitched from the pleasure, and Tsukishima keened, the vibrations driving Kuroo mad.

"Fuck baby, that's right," Kuroo groaned, his hand digging into the cushions clumsily until he found their bottle of lube. Tsukishima didn't understand at first, but the realization dawned on him as soon as he felt a large hand kneed his ass.

Oh. Oh okay. Yes please.

Sticking his ass up higher, Tsukishima began to suck Kuroo off in earnest, making the show of it as he went all the way down on his cock. The sloshing and choking noises probably weren't necessary, but he loved the way they made Kuroo grab his blond hair and pull.

"Fuck Kei, you're amazing."

Tsukishima drank in all of Kuroo's babbles, all the praises and embarrassing comments.

"Want me to stretch you open? You're so dirty, bouncing your ass like this..."

"I'm gonna make you come hard with my cock in your mouth, Kei."

Tsukishima whined, trying his best to keep a good rhythm so Kuroo wouldn't come so fast. But god, it was tempting, especially when all he wanted was to pull off and tell Kuroo to come hard down his throat.

All coherent thought left his mind when Kuroo's lubed finger prodded at his entrance, teasing the rim until Tsukishima's whines turned even brattier, just how Kuroo liked. Tsukishima never liked to show that side of himself, no matter how much Kuroo told him it was okay. But when he did, something in Kuroo snapped, and he was no better than an animal.

He worked Tsukishima open, the lust taking over as he spoke mindlessly. "Fuck babe, your mouth is good at everything huh? So smart, but you can't say anything right now can you?"

He pulled Tsukishima off his cock, and the blond gasped.

Kuroo cursed under his breath. "So sexy..."

At the same time, Kuroo pushed in another finger, teasing the bundle of nerves inside Tsukishima with practiced skill.

Tsukishima got the picture as Kuroo kept him off his cock, but he wanted more than anything to keep going. Kuroo was close, but he obviously didn't want the fun to end. Tsukishima licked the head of his boyfriend's cock instead while Kuroo fingered him roughly, eventually scissoring him with three fingers after Tsukishima loosened up for him. And yeah, Tsukishima couldn't say anything at all, could just moan and push back wantonly.

Kuroo must've used more lube on purpose too, because the way his fingers plunged in and out of Tsukishima's ass filled the room with sloppy, indecent sounds which made Tsukishima glad they didn't have close neighbors.

"Tetsu, ah--I'm--fuck," Tsukishima's words quickly turned to mush when Kuroo pressed firmly against his prostate, and Tsukishima spasmed around him, like he wanted to keep his fingers locked there so badly.

But Kuroo really was a genuine bastard.

He pulled his fingers out, his palm connecting with Tsukishima's ass cheek with a resounding slap.

Tsukishima's back arched, and he stroked Kuroo's cock as best he could with trembling hands.

"Don't stop..."

"Hm, tempting," Kuroo sighed, groaning when Tsukishima licked a long stripe up his cock. "M-maybe if you admit I was right."

Seriously.

Tsukishima huffed, but he was too far gone to stop this, he felt so good. He just wanted to come, wanted to make Kuroo come..."I hate you sometimes."

Not that the words landed in the slightest when he was drooling over his boyfriend's dick. Or when Kuroo abruptly thrusted his fingers back inside of him, Tsukishima's moans way too happy to carry anything convincing.

"Aw, you hate me now? Is that it?" Kuroo said, amusement clear as day as he let Tsukishima feel every slow drag of his fingers inside him.

The rough, breathless syllables pouring from his lips made Tsukishima's mind swim, his body twisting at the sex-drunk words. Kuroo's speech abilities varied, and so far tonight, his debate skills hadn't gotten him far. Now, he was giving 110% to cover all that lost ground.

Tsukishima keened, and fuck, he didn't even bother glaring as Kuroo continued. "Hard to believe. You're so tight around me...."

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

“Mm, I wish I could hate you," Tsukishima sighed out, nails digging into Kuroo's thigh as he felt the familiar coiling of heat in his gut.

I'm gonna come, please make me come...

"But?" Kuroo's grin was most likely of the shit-eating kind, but Tsukishima didn't have it in him anymore to mind. He'd take everything Kuroo offered.

Thinking actions would speak louder than words, Tsukishima took Kuroo's cock back into his mouth, his pace merciless.

Come on, fall apart for me.

And Kuroo certainly did, all inclinations to tease or argue out the window. Neither of them cared about words, not with the pleasure building, not with Kuroo whimpering into the air of their apartment as Tsukishima took him deep.

He felt Kuroo's thrusts quicken, knew his fingers must've been cramping by then, but he kept going, eager to make Tsukishima feel as good as possible.

In the last few moments, a surge of affection welled up in Tsukishima's chest, and the noise he made around Kuroo's cock finally sent him over the edge.

Kuroo threw his head back, his hand leaving Tsukishima's hair to grip the armrest. "Oh god, oh shit, baby I'm coming, I'm--"

The feeling of Kuroo's cum shooting down his throat, along with the rough press of his fingers, sent Tsukishima toppling over the edge. He pulled off as he sobbed out in pleasure, some cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth as his body trembled.

He moved his hips shamelessly, riding out every last shock wave as he released into his hand. At least he'd had enough sense to do that right before his vision blanked out, his toes curling.

So good, so good.

Collapsing, he gave one last jolt as Kuroo pulled out his fingers, the sound absolutely filthy. Spent, their labored breathing filled the room, and Tsukishima lazily wiped his hand on his discarded pair of pants.

"Wow," Kuroo sighed above him, and Tsukishima simply hummed in response. His throat was sore, and his body still tingled from his orgasm. He was perfectly content with silence, and Kuroo's comforting touches.

Or, almost.

One last thought did cross his mind, and he turned over onto his back, letting his head rest on Kuroo's thigh. He felt the blush spread across his cheeks, a reaction he found annoying each time. No matter how many times he said it, it never got less embarrassing. "I love you too much to hate you by the way, shitty movie opinions and all."

Kuroo probably knew that already but...he felt he had to say it. The night couldn't get weirder anyways.

Tsukishima saw the exact moment Kuroo's brain and soul combusted from the statement, and before he knew it, he was being tackled onto the floor, his limbs too relaxed to protest as Kuroo smothered him in affection.

Oh well, if terrible movie marathons ended like this each time, Tsukishima couldn't mind it.

Much.

As if remembering the reason for all this mess, Kuroo lifted his head, glancing over to the home screen of the next installment of the franchise. The fourth one. Terushima's favorite.

Looking at each other, the consensus was reached, and the mutual hatred was all they needed as they both uttered the same response.

"No."

And yes, the truce persisted.

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Of Ninjas and Dentists! by mugiwara-no-lucy

Anime » Naruto Rated: K+, English, Humor & Family, Naruto U., Boruto U., Words: 2k+, Favs: 39, Follows: 11, Published: Oct 6, 2017

Okay so this came to me while I was at the dentist yesterday. XD Let's see how this goes!

It was a nice peaceful afternoon in the Hidden Leaf Village where one Boruto Uzumaki was about to get the feeling of a lifetime.

"Alright! The limited edition extra spicy chili burger!" Boruto yelled in excitement as Mitsuki, Inojin and Shikadai looked at their burgers with similar expressions of excitement.

"Yeah, I wonder how spicy it'll be!" Shikadai said while Mitsuki and Inojin merely grinned in excitement before taking bites out of their burgers. Mitsuki ate his burger with an expression of enjoyment while Inojin and Shikadai looked to be in pure bliss. Boruto on the other hand….

"Ack!" Boruto yelled as a pain in one of his back molars stung, making Boruto spit the burger right into Shikadai's face. Shikadai glared at Boruto in irritation as Boruto held his mouth.

"Ouch!" Boruto yelled in pain, getting the attention of everyone in the restaurant as his friends went to his side.

"What's wrong, Boruto?" Inojin asked his friend who gave an expression of discomfort.

"It's my tooth! It just started hurting!" Boruto replied as he held his cheek as Mitsuki moved to where Boruto was.

"Let me see." Mitsuki said as Boruto reluctantly complied before opening his mouth. Mitsuki looked in Boruto's mouth before realizing what was wrong.

"You've got a cavity." Mitsuki plainly said as Boruto's face contorted to that of confusion.

"A cavity?" Boruto asked as Shikadai rubbed the spit burger off his face.

"Oh those suck. I had one and it had to be filled. They stick a needle in your mouth-"Shikadai was about to say as Boruto's expression changed from one of confusion to one of pure horror.

"A needle!? NO WAY!" Boruto yelled as his friends looked at him in concern.

"You have to get it filled, Boruto. Or else the pain will get worse." Inojin told his friend who glared at him before smirking.

"No way! All I have to do is hide it from everyone and bear with the pain before it eventually goes away! It's a pretty ingenious plan if I say so myself!" Boruto grinned as his friends stared at him as if he wasn't already a complete idiot.

Boruto did his best to keep his pain under wraps for the rest of the day since he was one hundred percent sure if his mother found it, she'd no doubt send him to the dentist. He had seen the cartoons of the evil dentists torturing the poor young kids with all sorts of dental pliars. Boruto would be damned if he'd let some weird old man stick him with some needle. Especially in his mouth!

The eleven year old was snapped from his thoughts as the voice of his mother called him down for dinner. As he did so, he was greeted by the last person he'd thought to see that evening.

"Yo, Boruto! How's it going?" Naruto warmly greeted his son who looked at him in pure astonishment.

"Dad you're here?" Boruto asked his dad who walked to his son before patting his head.

"Of course! Just because I work a lot doesn't mean I can't be with my family, right?" Naruto grinned as Boruto scoffed before smacking his hand away.

"It never stopped you before." Boruto muttered before sitting at the dinner table.

Naruto sighed as he heard the words "Stupid old man" under Boruto's breath. Hinata also sighed as Naruto and Boruto's relationship have become severely strained ever since Naruto became Hokage. Surely there'd be a chance for them to one day mend their relationship, right?

In either case, dinner was served with the servings being a chicken along with macaroni and cheese with some broccoli on the side. As Naruto and Himawari happily gobbled down on their dinner, Boruto sweated nervously as he eyed the food. With all this food and with his stupid dad being there, was it even possible to hide his cavity?

"Boruto, is something wrong? Don't let your food get cold." Naruto told his son who gave his father an irritated look.

"Yeah like I need you to tell me that!" Boruto snapped as his fingers touched his fork before slowly picking up the broccoli and bringing it to his mouth. He slowly ran the broccoli down his teeth before it came to the cavity infected tooth, sending a surge of pain through Boruto's mouth. He tried his best to work with the pain but to no avail as tears fled his eyes, getting the attention of everyone at the table.

"Big Bro, are you okay?" Himawari asked Boruto who faked a smile that would make Sai green with envy.

"Of course….everything's all peachy-keen!" Boruto tried to enthusiastically say as Hinata and Naruto raised an eyebrow.

"Boruto…what's wrong with your mouth?" Hinata asked, giving Boruto the suspicious mother look that all mothers sent their kids.

"N-nothing's wrong! Really!" Boruto tried reasoning as Hinata shook her head.

"Something is obviously wrong." Hinata retorted before activating her Byakugan as she scanned Boruto's mouth, noticing the problem hook, line and sinker.

"Boruto, you have a cavity!" Hinata gasped in horror as Naruto stared at his son with a degree of concern.

"A cavity!? Boruto, how long have you had this!?" Naruto yelled as Boruto felt himself shrink lower in his seat before he sighed.

"I found out about it this afternoon." Boruto relunctantly admitted as Naruto and Hinata shook their heads as a question mark went off in Himawari's heads.

"What's a cavity?" Himwari curiously inquired.

"A cavity is decay in your tooth. You get it from eating too many sugary foods which I thought I was on limiting Boruto on. Clearly I was wrong…" Hinata said as Boruto gazed at his mother in disbelief.

"Why would you hide it?" Naruto asked his son who glared at him.

"Oh please, why're you acting all concerned? Shouldn't you be at work?" Boruto callously replied as he huffed before turning to his mother. "It's not that bad, really!" Boruto tried to argue before an even worse surge on pain radiated through his jaw.

"You're going to the dentist tomorrow to get that cavity filled." Hinata instructed her son who looked like he was going to fall out of his seat any second now.

"What!?" Boruto yelled as she silenced her son with a serious expression letting him know she'd have no funny business before an idea suddenly sparked in her head as she looked at Naruto. She grinned before deciding to speak up.

"Your father will also be going with you." Hinata declared as both father and son stared at her in shock.

"Huh?" They simultaneously asked.

"I believe it'll be a great way for you two to get some bonding experience rather than being at each other's throats." Hinata triumphantly smiled as Naruto grinned at the thoughts of having time with his son that wasn't spent arguing with him over his work or him embarrassing him over some prank that he had to pay for.

"I agree. It'd be some good quality time between pa and son!" Naruto excitedly said as he rubbed Boruto's hair as Boruto glared at his father before harshly slapping his father's hand away.

"Oh give me a damn break!" Boruto spat before turning to his mother.

"This plan of yours is freaking stupid as hell!" Bortuo yelled before a red aura surrounded Hinata as she activated her Byakugan, scaring everyone in the kitchen.

"It's about a hundred years too early to challenge me, Boruto!" Hinata hissed, emphasis on the Boruto's name, as Boruto fell back to the wall as nervous sweat dripped down his head while Hinata's hair began to fly around in nine different directions.

"Now you will go with your father to the dentist tomorrow and you will get your cavity filled! UNDERSTOOD!?" Hinata yelled as Boruto screamed like a little girl lost in an arcade.

"YES!" Boruto screamed in absolute horror as he nearly broke the wall he was gripping.

"I can't believe I got dragged into this mess." Boruto grumbled as Naruto signed papers with the dentist receptionist.

"The dentist will be with you shortly, Lord Naruto." The receptionist told Naruto who nodded his head in understanding.

"Right, thanks." Naruto thanked the woman before sitting next to his son.

"I swear mom must be a demon…" Boruto muttered to himself as Naruto laughed at his son's comment. Though there were times that Naruto actually did think that Hinata was scarier than Tsunade, Kaguya or even his own mother.

"Hehe well believe it or not, your mom was actually a real softie when she was your age." Naruto said in nostalgia as he thought back to his early genin days as Boruto stared at his father like he told him that he kissed a boy when he was younger.

"What? Seriously!?" Boruto exclaimed as Naruto grinned.

"Yep. She was so shy a gust of wind could knock her over!" Naruto explained as his mind unintentionally rushed back to a time during a particular Bikochu mission when his wind actually did touch her. Albeit differently….

"Though she was strong. Really strong. She even saved my butt a couple of times." Naruto elaborated as the incident with Nagato weighed in his mind. If it wasn't for Hinata, Naruto was sure, he'd be in the great ninja academy in the sky.

"I'm surprised she even scares you with taking away your ramen. And she can even out eat you. Talk about a pantywaist." Boruto bluntly said as a nervous sweat nearly broke out in Naruto.

"That's because a man has to do everything to make his wife happy!" Naruto nearly spat as a devious smirk wormed its way onto Boruto's face.

"Ah, so you're whipped?" Boruto grinned as Naruto's face went from one of amusement to one of anger.

"Hey, take that back!" Naruto yelled as Boruto's grin widened.

"It's like that Sai guy said, you really don't have any balls!" Boruto yelled, getting the attention of the other occupants in the room as fume left Naruto's ears.

"What!? That's rich coming from a guy who still sleeps with a stuffed Pikachu!" Naruto retorted with a similar grin as Boruto stopped smirking and looked at his dad utterly mortified.

"H-how the hell did you know that!?" Boruto yelled as Naruto grinned.

"I have my ways. I'd hate for all your friends at the academy to know how you sleep with ' '." Naruto deviously smirked as Boruto nearly lunged at his dad.

"You wouldn't dare!" Boruto yelled.

"You're damn well I would!" Naruto countered as the two were engulfed in a heated glaring war, making all the other occupants in the room sweat drop as a dentist entered the waiting room.

"Boruto Uzumaki, the dentist is ready to see you." An elderly man said as Boruto tensed as he literally saw his life flash before his eyes as Naruto caught Boruto's expression and grinned.

"Take it like a man!" Naruto whacked his son in the back as he glared at him before following the old man.

Boruto contemplated his "untimely death" before he was lead into a room with a lounge-like seat along with a desk beside it with a computer on top.

Boruto nervously sat down as he looked around and noticed the window in the room was barred from the outside.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PLACE!? A PRISON!?" Boruto yelled as the old man laughed at Boruto's reaction.

"No, that's simply to keep burglars out. Now I won't be doing the filling of your cavity but my assistant will." The old man explained as Boruto raised an eyebrow.

"Who?" Boruto asked before a feminine voice spoke up, "I am!"

Boruto looked to see a girl of around 18-19 years old with long brown hair, black eyes and wore attire typical of a dentist. However, what stood out the most was her smile which was the most beautiful one that Boruto had ever seen. He stared at her with heart eyes as she giggled at his reaction.

"A pleasure to meet you Boruto, I'm Ami." The girl smiled as Boruto's heart beat even faster. He was in love.

"H-hi Ami." Boruto shyly replied even meeker than Hinata as Ami giggled before setting Boruto down and putting a bib around him.

"You know, I heard how mischievous you are from various adults but you seem like a very sweet boy." Ami smiled as Boruto blushed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all?

"Now, let's get that mouth of your numb first. Why don't you go ahead and open your mouth?" Ami instructed Boruto who complied. She then rubbed a soft pink solution in making Boruto's eyes widen at the taste.

"It tastes like bubble gum!" Boruto childishly exclaimed as Ami giggled.

"To make the procedure comfortable, we added yummy flavors! Now onto the next part." Ami said before pulling out a needle. "Now this'll sting for a second." Ami said as the attraction Boruto had went away.

"N-needle! NO!" Boruto yelled as he was restrained by the two dentists.

"Boruto, you need this or your tooth will get infected and you'll need a root canal." Ami tried to calmly reason with the preteen who was having none of it.

"No way! Mommy! SAVE ME!" Boruto started crying like a child before Naruto appeared in the office in a flash of yellow.

"Lord Naruto?" Ami asked as Naruto waved her off.

"I got this." Naruto simply said before turning to his son and putting a hand on his head. Right then and there, Boruto felt comfortable.

"This is…not a shadow clone…" Boruto thought as a familiar feeling of warmth went off in his heart.

"Now Boruto, everything will be okay. It'll sting but it'll be fine. I'll be here with you until the end." Naruto calmly told his son who suddenly felt a great weight off his shoulders.

"…For some reason I feel he's right…..Maybe…it won't be too bad?" Boruto thought before eventually surrendering. The procedure took less than an hour with Ami telling Boruto to let him know how his tooth was before giving him her card, which Boruto happily accepted.

"Now didn't I tell you that wasn't so bad, Boruto?" Naruto gloated to his son who tried to look indifferent.

"I can't feel my face…" Boruto muttered as half of his face was numb as a result of the shot in his mouth.

"It can't be helped. At least you won't be in that much pain anymore. All you gotta do is not eat that much hard food for the rest of the day." Naruto told his son and as Naruto mentioned the word "food", Boruto's stomach growled, making Naruto chortle.

"Let's get some ramen. It'll be good for your mouth." Naruto said as Boruto deadpanned.

"How will ramen help my mouth?" Boruto rolled his eyes as Naruto grinned at his son's attitude.

"Ramen is one hundred percent healthy and a food necessary for survival! Per Hokage's orders!" Naruto proudly proclaimed as he pointed to a nearby poster saying "Ramen for Konoha!"

Boruto nearly fell before Naruto picked at his head.

"And you can tell me about your crush on Mrs. Ami." Naruto grinned as Boruto glared at his dad.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Boruto yelled chasing after his dad who comically ran away.

"Oh yeah? And here I thought you'd be with either Sarada or Sumire!" Naruto grinned even wider.

"SHUT UP!" Boruto yelled.

While he was angry externally, internally he was happy how Naruto was there for him in his time of need. He didn't need to be there but he chose to anyways. It was just like when Himawari was sick and he rushed home.

…Minus him wearing his cloak inside out. Maybe there was a chance at the two rekindling their relationship?

But first all that mattered was

"I'M STARVING!" Boruto yelled to even the Sage of Six Paths above.

#boruto fanfiction

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