#this goes out for the three real ones as always 🙏

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can you watch my boyfriend, please? - n. sturniolo

🫧 nick sturniolo x male!reader

🫧 the “can you babysit my boyfriend” tiktok couples trend done with our lovely nicolas!!

🫧 just fluff.

🫧 560 words.

🫧 hello lovelies!! thank you kindly for wanting to read!! i did a chris version of this initially and it made me want to do one for the others as well, so here we are!! enjoy reading & much love!! <3 (ps. happy pride my loves!! 🩷)

matt version masterlist

“Hey y’all, can you watch my boyfriend for me, please? I’ll be back quick, promise,” you say, setting the phone up against a stray glass.

“What the fuck?” Nick says, looking confusedly at the camera then up at you.

“Be good,” you say, placing a kiss on his cheek and walking away.

“Be good?” Nick looks offended by your departing statement. “The fuck? I’m always good. You guys know I’m always good, right?” He asks the camera.

Nick rolls his eyes. “Anyway. I was just editing this weeks Wednesday video which I think is one of our best because it’s funny as fuck.”

“Y’know, you gotta be your own biggest fan, it’s the only way you’ll get anywhere creatively. It’s the same as being your own biggest critic,” he says with a nod of his head. Then he looks directly into the camera seriously. “But you have to know how to balance them out. Like, you have to know when something you made is shit, and know if you have to start over or rework it.”

“Anyway, I’m really bummed out that I don’t have tickets to Melanie Martinez’s The Trilogy Tour,” he says with a slight pout, tapping at the touchpad of his laptop. “I would’ve loved to hear Detention live. And the videos I’ve seen of her concerts before, her outfits always eat! And her stage presence, my God, it’s otherworldly!”

Nick suddenly rolls his eyes as he remembers something. “Ugh, so I went to ask Matt to take me to the store yesterday because we were out of Dr. Pepper, mind you, it’s one in the afternoon, and I walk into his room and he’s absolutely dead asleep.”

“Oh, we went to Target today, and I fucking tripped in a crowded ass aisle like the clumsy fukcer I am,” Nick lets out a huff. “Like it’s embarrassing as fuck when there’s like three different age ranges laughing at you.”

Nick goes to say something else but is cut-off by his bedroom door creaking open. He watches as you walk in and over where he’s sitting at his desk.

He feels you stand behind him, putting your chin in his hair. “Hey I’m back, thanks again for watching him yall. I hope he was good for you!”

Nick rolls his eyes up towards you. “Of course I was good,” he says with an irritated huff. “I’m always good.”

You let out a laugh, placing a kiss into his hair while reaching over him to end your phone’s recording.

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count on nick to always come at us with some wise words of encouragement ❤️

“yes nick, you’re always good” we all say in unison

nicks offense at being told to be good is sending me into oblivion ���

is nick alluding that there’s a real og-ness to this week’s wednesday video?????

oh the pain of embarrassing yourself in public 😣

i am matt matt is me bc i too annoy everyone around me by sleeping in till 1pm :)

i feel your pain on not having tickets to melanie’s tour. god bless for tour videos on my fyp 🙏

oh dr pepper lovers rise!!

the affection & the kisses 💓💓

okay but i wanna know what nick was gonna say before the door opening interrupted him…

who else is happy that nick is in a happy loving healthy relationship???? 💛💛💛

[sukirichi]

Please indulge us with the other princes (ushiwaka, Kita, Tobio, akaashi) too 😭🙏 I beg 🙇‍♀️

ushiwaka is methodical when it comes to sex. he sees it as a form of fulfilling his duty, and takes into account the importance of pleasing his partner well. he likes to think he’s prepared for it - he’s spent hours on women’s blogs reading where the clit is, the g-spot, and how to curl his fingers just right when he’s knuckle deep inside you. he finds no shame in his actions because a well-informed man is like a man going to battle fully geared. he also has a playlist (courtesy of the twins) to ‘set the mood.’ he’s prepared for it, or so he says, because nothing ever really gets him ready for the first time he sinks himself into your heat, feels your walls clench around his girth, and he realizes that nothing could be compared to the real thing. or how he never saw himself to be someone who spends hours between your legs. its only inside the bedroom that he uses his strength willingly to pry your legs apart when your knees close in on him. ushiwaka remains methodical even after years of marriage, though, and follows a strict pattern that he needs to make you cum first - once with you sitting on his face, twice with his fingers buried within you, and three more times around his cock where he takes you in his favorite position: pronebone.

kita is the gentlest lover you could ask for. he loves kissing and does it like he’s taking his last breath. he starts by kissing you on the neck, then down to your collarbone as his expert fingers pop open the myriad of buttons you have on your top. he’s tender with each touch that has you keening under his palm, but all that gentleness flies out the window the moment all your clothes hit the ground. you see, one thing about kita is that he is a man of restraint and the epitome of self control. surely you could let him indulge in losing that control every once in a while. and you learn sooner than later that kita loves using his necktie to keep your wrists in place, caressing your jaw as he gazes over the helpless look on your face upon wanting to touch him, but he doesn’t let you. he takes his sweet time with you too, his strokes agonizingly slow yet precise. he’ll keep his eyes on you the whole time as he ravishes you, your nipple in his mouth and his thumb flicking your clit. and when you scream his name? he’ll just stuff your panties down that pretty mouth <3

and pretty boy tobio, sweet boy tobio... he’s shy, and unsure of himself. he’s the youngest of his brothers and have always felt like he was most lacking, but when he sees the way your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack with the struggle of taking him all the way to the hilt? perhaps he isn’t so lacking after all. but he’s still so shy even when you’re impaled on his cock, your breasts bouncing in front of his face. he’s unsure whether to put his hands on your hips or bring your face close for a kiss, because everything feels too good that he can’t form a coherent thought. deciding to just go with instincts, his hands end up wrapped in your throat. choking, you clamp down on him with stuttering hips and oh, tobio’s sure to do that again. again and again until you’re nothing but a sweaty mess on top of him and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head as he praises you for how good you’ve been. it’s his turn now to make you feel good. flipping you onto your back, tobio presses your legs against your chest, his weight crushing you as he fucks you all the way in the morning

akaashi needs a lot more convincing that you want him before he believes it. how could you like him, after all? he’s not rich, not the most popular, and his title is nothing but a joke. it takes more than a few heated kisses and with you guiding his wrist to feel the wetness in your cunt for him to finally snap out of it. inexperienced as he may be, his eagerness to please you makes up for it. it’s worth all those weeks of flirting with the easily flustered prince, all those hours of pining and shamelessly batting your eyes at him. because now the prince has your cheeks pressed against the glass window, your breath fogging up the glass as he ruthlessly takes you from behind. it shouldn’t be romantic, the way his hands dig into your hips as he murmurs sweet nothing’s in your ears. it should feel filthy - how he’s sucking at your earlobe as you watch the way your cream forms a ring around his cock. akaashi is surprisingly messy as he fucks his cum back into you, his low groans like a song accompanied by the loud, wet squelches. instead it’s just heavenly, even more so when he reaches for you even in his sleep, his arms wrapping around your torso as he sleepily mumbles, “want you again. s’that okay?” and because its akaashi - sweet, loving akaashi - you let him take you in your sleep-filled haze. there’s no complaints when you wake up with his cum sticky between your legs, and your entire body sore

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (4)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

I am actually a little bit nervous about this part, so I hope you enjoy it.

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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PART 3 — DENVER // MASTERLIST

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 4) — THE VIDEO

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yourinstagram im sorry its taken me so long to show up. i thought time would give me the ability to find some words to say, but as it turns out im much better at telling things through a camera than through a pen (or a keyboard, in this case). when i posted my first video on youtube, all i wanted was to find myself again after finally getting free from a relationship that drained the fun out of me. making movies is something that ive always been passionate about, so i thought — why not? three months later, when i posted my first video at a concert, all i wanted was to tell the story of a woman who, after raising two kids and giving everything she had to make everyone around her happy and safe, finally had the opportunity to make one of her most “innocent” dreams (seeing shania twain) come true. fast forward to this week, as i post my latest video all i want is to tell the story of a man who has the entire world in the palm of his hand and yet lives his life as if he’s merely another ordinary soul on earth. what happens now, and what you do with this story (or with any other ive already told), its not up to me anymore. 

that all being said, thank you harry for trusting me with this story. it wasn’t mine to tell, but you allowed me to do it anyway and i’ll always be grateful for that. so, again, thank you. 

ok i will stop typing now. 

actually, im just gonna add that i hope you all enjoy this video as much as i do (but if you don’t, thats fair, and i’ll accept it just as much) 

ok, now im done :) 

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lookitsnyoh 👑👑👑👑👑 harryfan9 this was so much more than we’ve asked for 🙏🙏🙏 user1 its been almost 24 hours since you posted this video and im still 😲!! YOU’RE INCREDIBLE  user5 absolutely amazing! unexpected, captivating, touching… 10/10! yourbrother Kinda sucks that I don’t even feel like teasing you this time. I’m just proud.

↳ sisterinlaw Printed and framed already. ↳ yourinstagram … i dont even know what to say right now ↳ yourinstagram ＠sisterinlaw i’ll need a copy of that pls 

harryfan your mind is so brilliant im so in love with this and i know i speak for the entire fandom when i say: THANK YOU 😭

↳ harryfan5 no really bc we’re so used to getting practically nothing that she coulve just done anything and we would’ve still died… and yet she gave us THIS?  ↳ harryfan7 yn deserves the best in life period ↳ harryfan54 c’mon… it’s not THAT good

harrystyles 😲 so this was my story you were telling? 

↳ yourinstagram i kept my side of the promise, didnt i? you were supposed to keep yours ↳ harrystyles fair enough. you’re welcome x  ↳ yourinstagram 😌😌😌😌😌 ↳ yourinstagram thank you ↳ harrystyles you’re welcome x ↳ harryfan25 OMFGDSGFUAGFBH ↳ harryfan11 ＠yourinstagram ＠harrystyles sorry guys do you want us to leave you two alone?  ↳ harryfan51 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭  ↳ harryfan17 wdym you kept your side of the promise??? what did you promise????? what is it?????

harryfan10 pls we need more harry content already  user7 Don’t go missing again, we miss you here! 

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harrystyles I’m honored to say ＠yourinstagram has turned the beginning of this new chapter into a lovely short-movie, one you can watch right now on her youtube channel. 

Thank you Yn for being so caring and respectful about everything and everyone involved in this project. To watch this idea turn into reality has been nothing but inspiring. 

Welcome to the team, it’s too late to back out now. x

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bestfriend this moment is all mine. 20+ years of friendship are FINALLY paying off. 

↳ user3 you’re so unserious i love it fgajdujn ↳ yourinstagram im doing it just for you <3

harryfan5 noooooo I can’t do this my heart can’t take it pls stop 😭😭 harryfan23 I CANT BELIEVE YNS FIRSTS WORDS TO HIM WERE SHUT THE FUCK UP HAHAHAHAHA  annetwist What a wonderful job you’ve done dear ＠yourinstagram 🥰

↳ yourinstagram ❤️ ↳ harryfan54 🙄

harryfan66 who are you and what have you done to the real harry? 🧐

↳ harryfan14 for real tho lmao  ↳ harryfan74 yup. ive been saying it: another strategy just to get a random famous on harrys back. as usual.

harryfan9 NOT HARRY EXPOSING THE FIRST TIME THEY TALKED????

↳ harryfan3 and the fact that HE texted her first???  ↳ harryfan9 pls!!! molly gave me your nUmBeR 🤪🤪

harryfan15 oh you’re so sick for this AHDUAJHDJ  yourinstagram THOSE messages? REALLY???

↳ harrystyles I’ve been explicitly forbidden to post a picture with you so I had to improvise.  ↳ yourinstagram ok but did you also have to conveniently leave my next message out of it? ↳ harrystyles Yes x. 

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PART 5: FROM SAN ANTONIO

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could you write a little jake x fem reader enemies to lovers

Jake webber enemies to lovers head cannons

a/n:tyty for the request, jake’s kinda a dick for a little bit of this so bare with me guys and requests are always open 🙏

it would probably start with you being Johnnie’s friend and the three of you making videos together

you guys had all been sitting together in the recording room and it was the first video you and jake had made together so obviously you weren’t that close

hell this was only the second or third time you had met

you had been giving Johnnie more attention which made Jake jealous but he wouldn’t ever admit that

atleast not to you

then it got to the point where he had been a bit rude to you

he would never say anything about you or to you in attempt to hurt you however, actions definitely speak much louder then words

for example when the three of you would go out Jake would pay for Johnnie’s food (since Jake would be the one driving) but wouldn’t pay for yours

or whenever you would make a video on your channel (assuming you had one) Jake wouldn’t help pay for what ever it was you guys would react to since it wasn’t his video therefore,not his problem

his defense would be something along the lines of him not knowing you well

you’d try your best to ignore his behavior as well as the way you would get butterflies in your stomach whenever you would catch him staring at you for a little too long

one night the three of you decided to go out to a party together

Jake’s wearing some jeans and a shirt that shows off his star tattoos when his arms are raised which you knew would drive you crazy throughout the night had you three stuck together

the car ride there was hell

you knew you couldn’t hate him as much as you wanted to,especially not whenever he looked so good

his hands gripping the wheel with each vein becoming more prominent as he holds onto the leather cover of the wheel

occasionally you would take a couple of glances up at him just for your eyes to meet whenever you would look up at his rear view mirror

the ride there was a bit awkward since you sat in the back of the car scrolling on your phone while Jake and Johnnie conversed

each time Johnnie would invite you into whatever it was they were talking about Jake quickly shut down the conversation

because Jake didn’t want to have any feelings towards you,scared that liking his best friends best friend wouldn’t end up well

and in his mind if he just ignored you he assumed the feelings he had would disappear because that definitely makes sense

once you had all arrived at the party you and Johnnie stuck together while Jake goes and socializes with some of his friends

the real reason he left though was because he couldn’t stand the way you and Johnnie were so close

he really couldn’t stand the way it was so easy for you to talk to him,how you look so pretty when you subconsciously play with you hair or fingers while you would talk

you grab yourself a drink before you finally decide ask Johnnie a question

“why does jake hate me? I mean he may not hate me but he never interacts with me,hardly talks to me and he’s been like this since we met and when we do talk he’s always such a dick about it” you question with a slight frown

surely his best friend would have an answer

Johnnie debates on what he should tell you but he just shrugs and says “i wouldn’t say he hates you per say” to which raises your suspicions

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask since you didn’t know if what Johnnie said was or wasn’t what you wanted to hear

he simply shrugs his shoulders again “do with that information as you will” he jokes because he does know why,he knows Jake likes you,he knows Jake’s jealous of you guys’ friendship, he knows how attractive you are in jake’s eyes but what kind of friend would he be to just rat his friend out like that?

he noticed your expression change after the conversation to which he says “if youre really that concerned about it just go ask him” however this is much easier said then done

or so you thought

“i’ll think about it” you say before telling him you’ll be back so you can go to the bathroom

you search the house looking for the bathroom until you clichely run into Jake on the way

he looks you up and down admiring your outfit as if it’s the first time you’ve seen him all night

“where’s Johnnie at?” he starts “i figured you guys would be together the whole night” he says with a hint of irritation in his voice. “last I saw him was by the kitchen,what’s it to you? you’re not jealous or anything huh?” you joke not thinking anything of it

jake defensively,almost too defensively, says “why would I, Jake webber be jealous of you and my friend hanging out?” cocking a brow in the process. you take a minute to think, remembering the conversation you had a couple minutes ago “you tell me,you’re the one who’s hated me since the fucking second i met you” you spit,your tone suddenly changing with Jake who was clearly not expecting to have this conversation with you tonight and especially not in a place like this. “i don’t hate you” he mutters under his breath barely audible over the music, his confidence diminishing slightly as he realizes he might as well tell you how he actually feels

“right…” you say questioning what it was that he was saying until he cut you off “i don’t hate you at all,I guess I was just jealous of you and Johnnie because of how close you are. I really like you, and-and I knew I would since the second Johnnie told me about you I like how you present yourself,I like how you act,how you dress and you-“

you step up on your tip toes and wrap your arms around his neck before pulling him into a endearing kiss not caring about the place you were in

after a couple more moments you pull back and with a laugh you say “I guess you could say I don’t hate you that much either”

he smiles softly at this before resting his hands along the sides of your face and mumbling a quick apology for the way he had treated you over the last month or so.

he promises that from now on he’ll treat you impossibly well before kissing you once more

[rawbin-hsr]

Hi!! Saw ur taking requests, do you mind making some hcs for how a queerplatonic relationship with aven would be like? Demiro/ace aven is so dear to me, and being on the grayromantic spectrum myself, I really wanna just like, have this super deep bond with him where we're both each other's most important person without a doubt and physically affectionate but not like, romantic if u know what I meann (plus, I think a platonic relationship that goes past friendship and full of care would help him so much)

but I understand a lot of ppl aren't aware of how qpps work, so it's ok if you ignore this!! <3

ANON. ANON I LOVE YOU. YOU GET IT.

As someone on the aroace spectrum (I’m like 90% sure I can’t romantically love people; I only experience infatuation for three months at most before realising that I actually only want a close friendship 💀) I love love love this take on Aventurine and I’m so happy you’re asking me to do hcs on this !!!

This turned out a LOT longer than I planned and became like a whole story not just headcanons HELP I’m sorry bro I hope you don’t mind 😭😭🙏🙏 At the start it’s not even about being qpps it’s just about him learning to tolerate you that was not on purpose I apologise deeply, I promise the hcs come in at the end 💀

Queerplatonic Aventurine x Reader Headcanons

CW: queer dynamics, cursing, Aventurine’s messed up perception of people around him, Aventurine in general tbh (he's toxic I'm gonna be so real 😭), brief mention of sex but nothing actually happens, very soft and sweet (mostly), a lil bit of hurt/comfort, small mention of his sexual trauma towards the end, gender-neutral reader

Lmk if I missed anything !

Also sorry anon I forgot you specified demiro/ace he ended up basically just purely aroace 😭 I hope that doesn't matter too much </3

You’re not like everyone else, Aventurine realises quickly when he meets you.

Most people he surrounds himself with are closed off and guarded, but you are, surprisingly, not. In fact, your honesty is a bit… disarming. So complete he finds himself at a bit of a loss.

He thinks he doesn’t like you at first. He can’t avoid you, as you’re integral to this new project he’s working on, but he wishes he could. Something about you is deeply off-putting. He knows it is the way you never lie.

You’d think total honesty would be a weakness. He knows it would be for him. If he laid out all his cards on the table, he wouldn’t last another day. But the way you always leave yourself open is a new kind of defence in itself that he has never seen anyone else utilise before. When he tries to pry information out of you, you flatly tell him you can’t tell him that, that you know what he’s doing. You’re blatantly putting up barriers with him, and it drives him mad because usually, he can do a push and pull but that doesn’t work with you. It’s hard to be sneaky when you see right through him and stop him.

One day you tell him you would like to grab a coffee with him. He is sure you are flirting, that you mean it as a date. He is sure you want him, and though he usually limits these kinds of interactions to only flirting, nothing more, he’s getting frustrated with the way you never give. Perhaps you’d give more easily if he pretended to leave himself vulnerable to you?

But it’s not a date. You don’t flirt with him, but you don’t talk about business either. What’s worse, you shut him down when he flirts with you. It’s upsetting. Are you toying with him? Is this a weird power play? You don’t seem like that kind of person, but Aventurine is familiarly acquainted with the knowledge most people are not what they seem.

Maybe his anger gets the better of him at one point, an hour into the not-date when you’ve dragged him to the park to feed the ducks. He asks you what the purpose of this is, if you aren’t intending to get into his pants.

You tell him you just wanted to hang out. That you think he needs a friend.

He’s infuriated, because he can tell you’re being sincere.

He leaves, snarking that he already has friends. (He does not. Not really.)

But he can’t stop thinking about it. And he can’t avoid you, because you’re still needed for the mission and now, he’s sure he hates you.

You continue to be nice to him for some reason, even after that fiasco ?? He’s never encountered someone who’s so willing to just be nice to others merely for the sake of being nice. What kind of fucked up ulterior motives are you hiding? What sort of closet freak are you?

Aventurine knows, logically, that some people are just nice. It’s unreasonable to think every single person is as selfish as he is. He grew up surrounded by people who were just nice. But last time he had the fortune of actually interacting with such people, he was shorter than the desk at his office.

He wants to pry into your head, learn everything about you, know what it would be like to be your friend like you had offered. He wants you to fuck off to the other end of the galaxy so he never has to see you ever again.

He accepts when you invite him to go to the arcade with you.

It’s… weirdly soothing.

You’re good company, as much as he hates you. You’re funny and witty and playful and kind. There is no hidden agenda behind anything you do. You insist upon paying for half the tickets you play with at the arcade, even though he’s sure he has at least thirty times the amount of disposable income you have.

He wins most of the games, of course. You win less than half. He excels at the luck-based games, and he’s not half bad at the more skill-based ones, whereas you’re best at the latter. You stay away from the luck-based ones, and the ones you do attempt you fail every time. He’s honestly impressed by how unlucky you are. But at one point you still insist upon winning something for him, even though you both know he’d win it quicker himself.

At the end of the outing, you hug him, tell him you enjoyed yourself. He finds his chest feels oddly warm as you say it. It takes a moment to register the feeling as that of happiness, the sensation of real joy something unfamiliar to him. He smiles and hugs you back.

Maybe he doesn’t hate you.

You’re the first person he truly thinks of as a friend. Though he claims he has many, he knows he doesn’t really. The closest he had before you was maybe Topaz, or Ratio, but Topaz seems to view him as more of an annoying younger brother sometimes and he clearly gets on Ratio’s nerves. You're the first person who makes him feel truly... liked. A weird concept.

It’s not for his status or his money or his reputation. You turn him down when he tries to spend money on you. He’s not sure if that annoys him or if it makes him weirdly giddy.

Even long after his mission has ended, and he no longer needs you, you stick around. He lets you. He starts coming around for you too.

It’s fun to be around you. Again, you’re very good company. Smarter and funnier than most dimwits at the IPC. He considers inviting you to work under him, he’s sure the pay he could offer you would be better than what you currently make, but he doesn’t want to drag you too far into the mess that is his life.

He starts sleeping over at your house uninvited. He makes himself at home in your apartment. Your place is so much nicer than his, even if it’s smaller, run down and objectively a worse place to live in. The pipes in your sink clog too easily and the lights in the bathroom always flicker, despite your best attempts to fix it. But the rooms are all reminiscent of you, of what kind of person you are. Photos of your loved ones line the walls, trinkets you’ve picked up from various places decorate your shelves, and even though it looks messy he knows it’s all very organised from your point of view. It’s so different from his cold, clean, impersonal penthouse.

You cuddle him sometimes. Hug him and pull him into your chest when you watch movies. You play with his hair. You trace patterns on the back of his hand. Surely, those are all things lovers do? But your eyes never linger on his lips, you never look at him with yearning — he can tell you already have everything you want. It makes him feel… relieved.

He likes it when you touch him. He never liked being touched before, but you’re warm and gentle without being too light with him. You don’t touch him like he’s fragile, but you don’t intend to test his limits. You never stray from the safe areas on his body. You never touch with intent to go any further.

He feels safe.

Whenever he’s not out on business, he comes home to you. Will you have grown tired of him by next time, he always wonders. And the answer is always no. You’re always happy to see him.

He frequently finds himself thinking about you. He frequently finds himself missing you when he’s away. He sees things that remind him of you everywhere, and often wishes you were with him. All symptoms of being in love, he’s heard, but he doesn’t think he’s in love? To be fair, he has never experienced true attraction, and what he feels for you is certainly deeper and more intimate than what he’s ever felt for anyone else, so maybe he is in love with you.

But does romance not entail wanting to kiss you? Does romance not entail wanting to see you naked? Does romance not entail wanting to have sex? He doesn’t particularly crave any of those things.

He’s heard of ‘butterflies’ in your belly when seeing the one you love. He never feels that when he sees you. He only feels a deep sense of comfort, of contentment.

But he doesn’t like the thought of you being with anyone else the way you are with him. Jealousy is a sign of romantic feelings, yes? So maybe he does love you that way after all.

But he never asks you to be his partner. Whenever he considers it, something oddly heavy settles in his gut, and he doesn’t understand why. Why would the thought of being your partner leave him with dread? You’d make a wonderful lover, he knows. You already make a wonderful…

… friend? Can he really call you just a friend?

You call him or text him every day to make sure he’s okay. You send him photos of things that reminds him of you. You cook him meals when he visits you and you buy him gifts even though he could very well buy things for himself. You cuddle him and hug him and you sometimes even, albeit playfully, kiss his knuckles or the top of his head and you let him sleep in your bed with you.

Calling you only a ‘friend’ diminishes your worth, does it not? He calls everyone he meets ‘friend’. He can’t reduce you to something so… insignificant.

So he asks you one day, when you’re both sat on opposite sides of your couch, your legs splayed out over his lap as you eat popcorn. He asks:

“What are we?”

You look at him. And you smile.

“I don’t know.”

He blinks. You sound so serene as you say it. Are you not worried about this? Why do you seem so unconcerned with what he is to you?

Sensing his discomfort, you set the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table, and scoot closer to him. His arms automatically wrap around your waist as you shift yourself to lean against him, leaning down to place your head on his shoulder.

“I don’t need to label what we are. I’m happy with things as they are. Are you?”

He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling the by now familiar scent of your shampoo.

“I am.”

“You don’t sound entirely convinced.”

He huffs, pulling you closer.

“… Maybe I don’t want you to treat others the way you treat me.”

(He doubts you would. You have more integrity than he’s ever had: he’s aware there is some level of mutual understanding that whatever you are is something exclusive.)

You laugh.

“You think I treat others like you?”

“Can’t be sure,” he hums playfully, pinching your side. “Who knows, maybe you say that to all the guys.”

“I don’t like ‘all the guys’,” you point out. “I only like you this way.”

“What does ‘this way’ mean, then?”

You pull back to look at him. Gaze as warm and kind as always, a smile on your lips.

“Well, I love you a lot. A lot more than I love others. I’m not sure what answer you want.”

You’ve never explicitly stated the word ‘love’ before. Something hot and giddy fills his chest, something awfully childish, but he ignores it.

“Do you want me to be your… boyfriend?” he asks hesitantly. He’s not sure what he feels about the idea himself.

“I mean, if that’s what you want,” you shrug, sounding so casual about the idea that he doubts you’re that enthusiastic about it. (Should he feel offended?) “I just don’t want anything to change between us. I really like what we’ve got going on.”

He leans back into you, burying his face into your hair again. His arms squeeze your waist.

“… I like what we’ve got going on, too,” he admits. The honesty feels a little less foreign on his tongue than it used to, before he met you.

“I guess it’d be easier to call you my boyfriend than my ‘very close friend who eats all my food and sleeps in my bed half the time’,” you add teasingly. He snorts, pulling back just enough to shoot you a playful glare.

“Food that I pay you back double for,” he points out. You snicker, but don’t respond.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” You ask instead after a moment, reaching up to play with his hair. He leans into the touch.

He’s quiet for a moment, considering the question.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I guess you’re right that it’d be easier to call each other that. Maybe we should go for it.”

“Sounds good,” you agree, and that’s that.

And nothing changes in your relationship. All that changes is the title.

You cuddle and you hug and you spend time together. Whenever you flirt, it’s more of an inside joke than anything else. You go on not-dates nearly once a week, whenever he’s home to do that.

He doesn’t tell people what you really are to him. He doesn’t even have the words to describe it himself. It doesn’t matter to him than anyone else knows either. Maybe he’s just a little bit happy, even, to get to keep the secret of what you are to himself. It somehow feels more special when only the two of you know.

He starts confiding in you. Telling you things he would not tell anyone else. Things he previously thought he would bring to his grave. About himself, about his past, his thoughts and his feelings. You always hold him, let him speak until it’s off his chest, and you murmur comforting words. He feels so much lighter after, every time.

You tell him your secrets too. Your doubts and your worries. He holds you in return, and tries to soothe your concerns. He knows he’s not as good at it as you, but you seem to appreciate it anyways.

He doesn’t trust anyone else. Only you. You’re the only one he knows he can always turn to, the only person he knows for sure doesn’t mean him any harm.

He brings you gifts and trinkets he finds when he’s away. He’s gotten pretty good at figuring out what sort of things you like. You always give him the sweetest smile when he does, thank him with a hug, and put the item to use right away. Whether that means displaying a decoration somewhere along your already overfilled shelves, putting on a bracelet or trying out a new kitchen appliance that night. He starts to think that the point of wealth is to give you all the things you could want.

For some reason, the intimate nature of your relationship doesn’t scare him. The fact that you’ve told him he’s ’more like the closest friend you could ever want to have than a lover’ puts him at ease. Your commitment to one another doesn’t feel as frightening that way.

You prioritise him over your other commitments. You tell him he’s your ‘favourite person’, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop feeling warm in his chest when he thinks about it. You’re his favourite, too.

Sorry I seriously ran out of steam for this format here, moving on to headcanons from another perspective because I am NOT DONE !!!! (next part won't have been proof-read at all sorry guys it will just be unhinged rambling)

I don't think Aventurine would necessarily know what queerplatonic means, (and the way I've written Reader here they probably wouldn't go out of their way to research it either lol I think they're just the type to be like "well I'm happy so why would I need to know every little detail about what this is ?? 😊") and he doesn't really understand the nature of your relationship himself HELP

He just knows it's not romantic, and that really puts him at ease

I think Aventurine is like. EXTREMELY toxic in a romantic relationship because the though of that sort of commitment scares him on a very deep and personal level and it FREAKS. HIM. OUT. but I think a platonic relationship, even if it's just as deep, freaks him out a little less. It just feels different yknow ?

Idk how to formulate myself but I think that, after being looked at for like basically his whole life as a commodity (and, even worse, a literal sex object), the thought of being looked at without ANY sexual desire or romantic interest just really kind of puts him at ease.

Especially in this read of him as demi/aroace, I think he'd appreciate being seen in a purely platonic light. I personally don't think he is aroace in the way I normally write him, but even in the way I usually write him I do think a queerplatonic relationship would be deeply comforting for him

Like, think reader being aroace and being in a queerplatonic relationship with him and he's like actually in love with them,,, I don't think he'd mind that too much. He'd think it was so nice that you love him enough to be in a relationship even if you don't romantically love him. Even if it would be nice too if you did desire him that way, he'd like it either way

Sorry got off track there mb

Queerplatonic relationships are tricky to write because there is no real "norm" for what they entail like,, fuck man I'M aroace and I barely know what it means to be in a qpps

Like,, from my understanding it can be essentially the same as a "normal" relationship where you kiss and get married and have kids and all that stuff but you do it without romantic intent

or it can be a friendship that just goes really really deep, and you're just like,,,, idk roomates PLS

But I think a qpps with Aventurine would be somewhere inbetween what others would think a "normal" romantic relationship would be and just a very close friendship

I already mentioned cuddles, and like chaste kisses to more "safe/platonic" areas (forehead, top of head, hands etc). You sleep in the same bed and you basically go on dates ("not-dates" lol). I think he'd be fine with like kisses to the lips and playful flirting, but he wouldn't want to make out or have sex. He would however love to cuddle naked lol (the intimacy without any sexual intent,,,, yeahyeah I hope you get me here I lovveee lovelove the idea of just touching him and it's just sweet and urghhghh)

Everyone else definitely thinks the two of you are in love and neither of you correct people because who cares

Esp Aventurine I don't think he WANTS others to know what you are to a point where he'll actively try to make it seem more like a romantic relationship in front of others

Because what you are is very precious to him, and he maybe feels just slightly maybe just a bit irrationally possessive over the concept of your relationship PLS

Like no he doesn't want anyone to understand your bond. That is SPECIAL. It is only for him and you to understand back off

I love my toxic unhealthy mentally deranged king

I think I've said everything I wanted to say now so I'm ending it off here. Worst case scenario I'll be back with a part 2 or a reblog to add more LMAO I just can't shut up bro

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Thanks for reading I appreciate it !!! I hope this was at least somewhat comprehensible <3 Remember that my inbox is open and I lovelovelove to receive requests <3

[radiansjort]

BEST PARTS OF 2024 OLYMPICS (as someone in the US)

all the buzz around the cardboard beds. idk why the whole idea is so funny 💀

lebron hoisting that flag like george washington crossing the delaware. him and coco were perfect picks for flag bearers fr

POMMEL HORSE GUY. mr clark kent who got picked for the men’s gymnastics team JUST FOR THAT ONE EVENT, showed up, served cunt, and ensured us their first men’s gym medal in 16 years. stephen nedoroscik you will forever be iconic. (the whole team really— i also love seeing fred richards’ parents reactions LMAO)

THE USA WOMENS RUGBY TEAM 🗣️ being down 5 with 7 seconds left to go COAST TO COAST TO SCORE AND WIN THE BRONZE FOR THE FIRST US WOMENS MEDAL IN RUGBY!!! also ilona maher you will forever be iconic. 

flavia saraiva falling in warmups and being like ok bet, slaps a band aid on her black eye and goes out to help brazil win their FIRST MEDAL IN WOMENS GYM OHHH YEAHHH

GUATEMALA EARNED THEIR SECOND MEDAL EVER 🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️GRACIAS JEAN PIERRE BROL CARDENAS 🗣️🗣️🇬🇹🇬🇹🇬🇹🥉LOS CHAPINES FTW ‼️(if it weren’t for the new bib number rule instead of a shootout we could’ve gotten higher but i digress 😔)

THE WOMENS GYMNASTICS TEAM EATS ONCE AGAIN. 🐐🐐🐐

kim yeji’s AURA???!??? she came out there and shot with her hand in her pocket like she graduated from the university of servington, which she did, all while holding her daughters toy elephant 🥹

suni lee’s, simone biles’, and brody malone’s comeback stories were all so heartwarming to see, especially rebeca andrade’s coming back after THREE ACL TEARS?!!?

henrik christiansen (aka muffin guy) is literally so funny 😭🙏 bro actually has SO. MANY. tiktoks about the olympics village chocolate muffins and i give all credit to him for the fact we have the recipe now 😋

GUATEMALA WINNING ITS FIRST GOLD 🥇🥇🥇 ADRIANA RUANO 🐐🐐 PRIMER BRONCE Y AHORA ORO 🥉🥇🇬🇹🇬🇹🇬🇹🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

that turkish guy who just came out there in a t shirt and rawdogged the olympics 😭😭 imagine doing the shooting event with no eyewear, no ear covers, and just eyeballing it and winning SILVER??? bro is a hit man tryna not be suspicious by winning gold 🤨🤨

snoop dogg just chilling?? bro is participating in trials, trading pins, going to like every event and cheering, wearing FULL equestrian gear with martha stewart 😭? watching skateboarding finals w tony hawk? my guy is on the side quest of all side quests

katie ledecky my GOAT 🐐. i always love seeing her as the only swimmer on screen!! she lowkey has time to get out of the pool, do some interviews, get a snack, and come back to watch second place finish fr 

i do not usually watch cycling but i got so sad when remco evenepoel’s bike broke down BUT he had such a. huge lead he STILL MANAGED TO WIN GOLD!!! 🔥🔥

loving all the countries making history with their first medals!! julian alfred (st. lucia) and thea lafond (dominica) SHOWING UP FR!! also a lot of countries got their first medals in gymnastics specifically like kaylia neymour (algeria), carlos yulo (philippines), ángel barajas (colombia), etc. LIKE OKAYY THE GYMNASTS ARE NOT HERE TO PLAY

all the noah lyles haters been real quiet after he won gold in 100m 🤫🤫

the french pole vaulter who LOST because his peanits was too big. LIKE??!!?? sure you have a big wiener but at the cost of LOSING THE OLYMPCIS LMFAOOO

the women’s balance beam podium was so cute 😭😭 the two italians, alice d’amato and manila esposito, biting their medals together, and zhou yaqin from china looks over and does it too 🥹

armand duplantis hit the turkish hitman celly after breaking the pole vaulting wr AGAIN and winning gold 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 tuff. he actually built different cuz tell me why he’s broken the wr LIKE EIGHT TIMES IN A ROW???

YEAHH BRAZIL BEAT FRANCE AND SPAIN EVEN WHEN THE REFS WERE TRYING SOOO HARD TO MAKE EM LOSE ‼️ like they were NOT slick we could tell 🤨

bro the figure skaters from beijing 2022 FINALLY getting their medals like??? i really took two years for the IOC to investigate? okay. AT LEAST THEYRE FINALLY GETTING THE BAG H 🗣️🗣️

imane khelif getting a gold despite ALL THE SHIT BEING THROWN AT HER‼️ she faced all these brain dead critics yet came out to win it, and saying without her haters the win wouldn’t have been so satisfying??? QUEEN SHIT 👑👑

women’s soccer SLAYED SO HARD. like i’ve seen enough build the alyssa naeher statue. that shootout against sweden awakened that dawg in her and she LOCKED IN. 

men’s and women’s basketball wins over france 🔥 imagine being the host country and both ur basketball teams go to the gold medal match just TO LOSE TO THE SAME COUNTRY LLL

usa winning the most medals 🔥💪 they not like U.S. fr 

shoutout to that guy who tried to climb the eiffel tower without ropes at the closing ceremony 😔✊ arrested before he could achieve greatness 🕊️🕊️🕊️

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Okay I think I’ve finally come up with a plot for that jervis story I was telling you about. This is pretty long- I’m sorry 😭

Basically could follow the same plots as the ‘come on Eileen’ story with an age gap but obv themed for Jervis’s character. For the sake of everything, since this could be already dark-ish, instead of Alice being his sister, she’s his coworker. Very similar story tied with the btas version. Anyways continuing that, let’s say reader is Jim and Barbara’s kid all the way from episode 1 when they were still in there couple era (I miss it 😔). Jim had custody over reader when Barbara was sent to Arkham but once she’s out and running the sirens club, her and Jim come to an agreement for the sake of the reader to co-parent. Reader is about 10-13 during that time and then jumping to like season 3 with jervis being introduced, reader is around 17-19 (I’m not sure if this is the realistic time jump but whatever). During the first episode with how Barbara introduces tabby to jervis, imagine that same scenario but with reader also present. Jervis realizes how much reader reminds him of the book version of Alice with their curiosity, ambition, etc. I’d like to imagine Barbara finds it cute in a way similar with that one fix you did when jervis was leaving stuff for the reader while tabby is like “Stay away from the baby 😡”.

Now when Alice gets killed, we know jervis makes him go through all these games of killing and stuff and then he has to choose the one he loves. Instead of Val, it’s reader. As much as Jervis doesn’t want to hurt his current crush, he tries to be nicer about it and shoots them where the bullet won’t damage them as bad?? Idk where else I’m goin with this lol. I’ll let you come up with whatever else you wanna do. Be creative if you’d like.

I’d say basically it follows the plot of season 3 but without Alice and reader is present.

Thank you Cupid 🙏🖤

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART ONE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Everything's always the same in Gotham. Hard to imagine things changing.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) Readers got trauma. Reader's also a cynic and dissociating. She fell first, he fell harder. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Jervis being an obsessive freak, per usual. Jervis and reader are soulmates, not just in his head but in real life! More about reader is revealed as the story goes on. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - ‘PART THREE, - ‘PART FOUR, - ‘PART FIVE, - ‘PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN, - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, -'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

Special thanks to @adalwolfgang for giving me the idea for this fic <3 really really excited to make this multichapter !!

♫ “Echoes of your name inside my mind / Halo, hiding my obsession.” Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

You feel like your ten again, staring into space, watching the passerby's from inside a Gala. You're mother used to take you there, when you're dad wasn't available.

You sometimes miss it, even though you used to complain. You hated just sitting there, hours on end, seeing rich people dance; like there weren't people being murdered on the street two blocks down. Maybe you took after your father in that aspect. It was a curse.

Your mom used to do your hair. You remember the way she finger-twirled your curls, gasping as she looked in the mirror. Eyes wide, she always said the same thing.

"Look at you, you're gorgeous!" You'd laugh and hit her on the shoulder, young and innocent. Sometimes, you'd make a mess of her lipsticks and bronzer. You'd try on her dresses which were far too tall for your young stature.

The sound of yelling rips you away from your thoughts.

This place isn't a gala. It's a club. And you didn't get ready with your mom, you got ready in the morning, waking up alone in your dads house.

You watch the two men argue from across the bar. You're cradling a drink; unsure what to do with it. Selina had stole it for you, somehow. You didn't ask questions anymore. You'd known her since you were eleven and she was eight. You didn't really like to drink. She knew that. You don't know where she ran off too.

Mindlessly stirring your glass in your palm, you can't help but squint under the bright blue lights. This place...it's not your first choice of where you'd like to be right now. Never is.

You hear a feminine voice calling you to the front of the club, and you can already guess who it is. You haven't seen her in a little over a week, not that it matters.

You decide to down your drink anyway. Who cares.

Pushing your way through the crowds of Gothamites, you notice the stage light up. Your mother and Tabitha stand in grand dresses. Tabitha's resting, one arm on the bar, looking effectively bored out of her mind. Your mother, on the contrary, looks utterly pleased. You fight the urge to snort.

There's a man on the stage. Long hair, cat-like smile. Your eyes follow the contours of his cheek bones. He's spouting something about waking up from an animal-identity. You're frankly lost, staring into his dark eyes. They look pitch black.

Sounds of clapping arise from the back. You simply suck your teeth. Someone new comes into the club everyday with a different act. This guy certainly wasn't any different.

"A magician? Really?" Tabitha asks, interrupting your thoughts. She sounds displeased and confounded, unsure what to make of Barbara's smile.

"Hypnotist." Your mom answers, correcting her. Ah, so thats what he is. You think. Couldn't hypnotize himself to have a better act? You almost make yourself laugh. Barbara mistakes it for agreeance.

"See! I like him! Y/N likes him!" Barbara chimes, smile lighting up to be a bit more genuine at your laugh. "Like mother like daughter. Plus, the place is packed. Be happy." She waves her drink around. Tabitha still looks peeved.

You want to correct her, but the words 'like mother like daughter' make bile rise in your throat. You don't speak.

"Just a taste, ladies and gentlemen." The man purrs, pulling your attention to him. That dark stare of his never once leaves the crowd. "But now...let us venture into something more arcane."

His eyes drift to you in the crowd, and it feels like a jolt of electricity. You wonder if he feels it too. He must have, since he cocks his head, pausing in his words for a little too long. His brows furrow, until the crowd begins to murmur. It's awfully intense.

You tear your gaze away to look at your mom, wondering if she was who he was looking at instead. It would certainly make more sense, given they must've been around the same age. But as soon as your gaze leaves his, the man clears his throat, and goes right back to speaking.

"The hell was that?" Tabitha whispers to me, and my mind goes blank.

"...No clue."

We watch the rest of the act, intrigued. He makes a man stand on the back of a chair, which definitely does not obey the laws of physics whatsoever. I can see why some people might find this amusing.

Your mom does bring up a good question though.

"So you could get him to do anything you wanted?" She asks, abet too excitedly. You want to roll your eyes. When you were younger, she would've made fun of this guy with you.

The man looks between the two of us, and you squint your eyes.

"Did you have something in mind, Ms. Kean?" He asks, and her gaze darkens. You feel a little sick.

As the act finishes, the man takes one too many bows, but the crowd eats it up. That blinding blue light still bounces off his face. Something about it is...unsettling. You notice it more as he stalks towards the three of you.

"Very impressive, Mr. Tetch." Your mom compliments. Mr. Tetch, huh. Well, you finally have a name for the man. "You have quite the gift. But you didn't answer my question. Can you make people do anything you tell them to do?" She speaks, slowly. Mr. Tetch looks flattered at the praise.

He clicks his tongue. "Only things they secretly wish to do," he remarks, eyes falling on me once more. "It's surprising what people will wish for," His eye contact remains on you, voice getting quieter. "Secretly. Deep down." He repeats.

Your mother makes a sound akin to a pleased hum. Tabitha looks between the man and you, and she looks less than amused.

"True," Tabitha speaks, pushing you to the side a bit. You watch as his gaze leaves yours, and snaps up to her. There's a ghost of a scowl on both of their faces that suddenly makes you confused. "You must be a very popular man."

She takes a swig out of her drink as she says the words, a bit sarcastically. Mr. Tetch, or whatever his name is, doesn't falter in his resolve. He instead offers a polite chuckle.

"Oh, I wish. Parties like this help pave my way, so, thank you."

"And you're new to Gotham?" Your mom asks.

"Yes...just arrived from up north."

"You have a place to stay?" Tabitha asks, head cocked. You begin to feel a bit embarrassed, heat rising in your clothes. They're asking the guy way too many questions. And he's a new comer. Poor man probably doesn't know a thing.

Before the man can answer, you butt in.

"Let the man breathe." You huff, and all three of them look at you in unison. Eyes-narrowed on you, the man blinks. Barbara looks at you, surprised, and Tabitha glares daggers.

Silence surrounds the four of you, and you shiver uncomfortably.

"Just saying." You mumble. Barbara raises an eyebrow.

"You'll have to excuse her. This is my daughter, Y/N."

Jervis's face lights up in realization.

"Ah, I see." He remarks, taking your hand. Tabitha instinctively steps close, watching the way he takes it. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/N."

"Thank you," You say, softly, looking into his eyes. It really does feel like time stops. You can understand why people are hypnotized by him.

Tabitha finally steps in between you two, as Barbara watches the interaction with vague intrigue. He drops your hand with some reluctance. You don't blame him.

"I think you should get going." Tabitha says, firm. The man simply nods.

"Very well. Enjoy your night." He speaks. "Ms. Kean, Ms. Y/N." He bids one last nod of goodbye, before turning on his heel.

[wspider-man]

Guys I have such good ideas for mob psycho edits but like idk how to edit but I have like AMAIZNG ideas. And even if I learned how to edit I wouldn’t wanna post them so if anyone feels like editing my ideas go ahead. Like just say I’m gonna edit that, give the social you plan on posting it on, and then just do it like you don’t even have to credit me claim it’s your idea for all I care. I JUST WANT TO SEE MY IDEAS COME TO LIFE!!!!

1.) Real Men, by Mitski. So basically edit mob to that part that goes “Real Men, keep cool in the face of a fire. Go down with the ship.” And like you know put parts of his house burning down and him like losing self control. And then the part that goes “and real men don’t eat, cause they’re above that damn it,” like you could do something with the milk spilled on him from the Mogami arc. And finally, “I think I’m a real man” (I don’t really remember the lyrics) but anyway you can do the scene from season three where he’s staring back at himself and then it zooms out to his rampaging body. Does this make sense? Idk fix it to your liking.

2.) Cop Car, by Mitski. Can we tell I like mitski? Anyway I saw Teru edited to this but I think it works better for mob. “I get mean when I’m nervous like a bad dog” it says that two times I think but you can do the scenes where his percentages go up and he like goes 100 or whatever, you know? And then “ive loved many girls” obviously put tsubomi, “I’ve loved many boys” put Teru cause I lowkey ship it. “I don’t think about the past it’s always there anyway” put the flashback of Ritsu being hurt from the Teru mob fight scene. Like specifically that flashback from that fight. The I believe it says it again and do the one where he sees Ritsu laying on the floor bleeding during the seventh claw division arc and make it flash back to the new years incident. Then it continues to say “I will never die” over and over again and you can just compile a bunch of scenes of mob taking serious hits that honestly should’ve killed him like some of those punches should’ve knocked his head off. But anyway save the last “I will never die” for the scene of him laying in the road and then at die the pavement cracks. That will be hard so ummm do it if you want but this seems like a hard edit.

Umm well that’s two of my ideas down. Probably no one is gonna see this and even if they do they’ll be like “ wtf does this lame girl think she’s doing? No one’s gonna even read this!” And they’d be right but anyway yay! These ideas lowkey aren’t even good. 💀🙏

[emilinqa]

hiiiiiii do you have any tips for drawing Kirk? 🙏 TvT William Shatner’s stupid face is getting every single one of my goats

to be honest i’m really not particularly confident in my ability to draw william shatners elusive face and i think he looks different every time i draw him so what i’m gonna say is less specific and more just about capturing the likeness of real people/characters or models based on a real person’s likeness

long answer under the cut but my short answer is if you’re drawing kirk and you can tell it doesnt looks right but dont know why make his forehead bigger. im serious it fixes the problem for me like 85% of the time LOL

this is perhaps just obvious advice but just having a reference collage for people/characters you draw often is really helpful. i find i often need detailed references for clothing/environment designs but the principle is the same for drawing a face. it helps to understand something from several angles, this is just a collage of references i use but if im being a hundred percent honest i almost always just skim the kirk daily or spirk daily accounts on twitter when im looking for a particular angle. LOL

also im prefacing this by saying this is not something i sat down and meticulously thought out i just draw a lot of fanart and subjects from observation. i do a lot of this on subconscious level and have just absorbed some things also from seeing what features other artists emphasize!

when you're stylizing a character, whether they are the likeness of an actor or a model or whatever it helps to just try to break down their defining features. this is easiest when you have another or several other characters to contrast against. bones and spock are the most obvious here, since the three of them are often in the same shot. for example, bones and spock are more angular than kirk, but spock looks lankier, while bones always looks a little haunched over. shatner doesn't have a very defined jawline (which is most obvious from a 3/4 or profile view) and his cheeks are fuller which shows the most when hes smiling. he has a pretty low brow too, and a wider forehead. from a profile view you can see the shadows that emphasize his sloped nose. the length of his hair fluctuates throughout the show, so i tend to just pick a partiuclar way of drawing it and stick to it lol. i like to draw the little curl that sits on his forehead and make the shorter sides slightly wavy

as far as movie era kirk goes, generally what is said before still rings true. again, it helps to have another person to compare too. as nimoy got older, his laugh lines deepened and his cheekbones hallowed slightly. again this contrasts a lot with shatner when they're next to each other because his face is fuller and i find the more defining wrinkles on his face are around his eyes and forehead. his hair is obviously a tighter curl, he often does still have one curl fall on his forehead.

other than that the biggest advice i can give is to practice... for every successful kirk i draw know that i fucked up at least three times before that.

a lot of this work in observing what features are defining on a face or what i want to emphasize is sort of intuitive to me, and sort of personal preference. its just how i do it, and you might find a process that works better for you. drawing a bunch directly from a reference and then stylizing from there is generally something i find is most helpful though

typing this all out is making me sound kind of crazy like i spend hours a day dissecting william shatners face but its kind of just the small quick decisions and comments everyone makes to themselves while drawing from observation i think... but now vocalized. which sounds a little insane all together like this. i promise im really normal i just drew him like 30 times over from various angles when i was making my tsfs comic. LOL

[enchanted-keys]

You've probably answered this lots before, but: do you have a fairly clear hierarchy of favourites among the Royal Ballet principals? And your favourite role or two for each? :-) Also: of the recent retirees, who would you most like to see guesting?

Also a) thank you so much for obtaining the info that it'll be Nela and Ball for that "Winter's Tale" stream! Partner and I have got our tickets booked to see it at the Cineworld in Aberdeen. <3 It's the ballet that got me properly back into ballet, when I watched it during lockdown, and just: yay. :-)

And b) your blog has just been so lovely and helpful in growing my ballet knowledge! And your gifs are superb, and your Matthew Ball love is validating. :D

Also also: do you have any favourites among the Scottish Ballet dancers? I was lucky enough to see "Cinders" on tour, and I was so impressed with both Bruno Micchiardi (as Cinders) and Jessica Fyfe (as Princess Louise), but I am no expert.

I think someone asked me for a ranking of all the principals some time ago, but I can't even find the post anymore; I don't mind one bit answering this again! <3

If I have to talk strictly about my faves, it goes like this:

Nunez (eheh!): if have to narrow down her most iconic roles I have to give you at least three (please bear with me, I'm doing my best), which are O/O, Kitri and Aurora.

Takada: Titania and O/O. I'm just so very sorry that she's been more injured than not lately. I miss her.

Hayward: Juliet and any Ashton role I can think of (rhapsody, enigma variations, those bits of Titania we got, etc.). I also think she makes one of the best Claras out there.

Kaneko: O/O (saw her live in the BS pdd and the White Adagio with Vadim and it was life changing, bye). Also her Gypsy girl in the two pigeons is iconic. Special mention for her Aurora.

Lamb: Manon. Signature role. Was born to play it. I also really love her Mary Vetsera and her Aurora.

I'm a bit uncertain if I should include Anna Rose or not...sometimes I really love her, but overall I'd like her to be more consistent. But I'll say she was born to play Juliet.

Muntagirov: he's more versatile than people give him credit for, and really has the whole package, but I'd say his best roles are Siegfried and De Grieux.

Ball: he's such an outstanding actor that it's hard to choose, but I'm going with Romeo and Albrecht.

Bracewell: another wonderful Romeo right here, and I was blown away by his Hamlet in the Ashton insights.

Mcrae: Oberon and Rudolph for sure.

Sambè: sorry to repeat myself but we have another great Romeo right here. From what I've seen he makes also a great Colas.

As for retirees, the one that I really wish was still performing is Roberta Marquez, though maybe she isn't exactly a recent one. Out of the most recent ones I only miss Federico Bonelli because he always brought something special to his performances, although I have to say that the struggles and limitations that come with age were very visible in the last couple of years (his Siegfried variation in the SL cinema relay with Takada comes to mind).

As for the winter's tale I'm really happy to see someone who appreciates it as much as I do! I think it's a truly lovely ballet, one of the few modern classics that really stuck with me. You're very welcome for the info and I hope you'll have a great time at the theatre...unfortunately I found out that it won't be streamed in my country, so I'm going to miss out on it 😤

Thanks for all your lovely compliments they're more appreciated than I can say! 😭🩵🙏

Scottish Ballet is one of those companies that I wish had more footage available, because bits I do get to see are really impressive. I'm kind of familiar with Constance Devernay, Bethany kingsley-garner and Andrew Peasgood because I've seen them in the recordings of The Fairy's Kiss and The Snow Queen, and I seriously enjoyed those performances!

I wish there was a full recording of Cinders because both the trailer and the rehearsal look amazing! Jessica Fyfe is a really delicate and expressive dancer from the clips I've seen of her, and both her and Micchiardi impressed me in the rehearsal poste on YT, cause the intentions and mannerisms in their dancing were so clear: I immediately caught up on the reversal of Cinders gender and that she was the princess even though I hadn't read about the novelty introduced by this production beforehand, but everything was immediately clear thanks to their attention to detail.

The little I've seen from this company makes me wish for more!

[pathetic-gamer]

Mr. Gamer, how do you host cocktail parties? Or parties in general?

Once I have a bigger place (and friends ._.) I really want to have parties and host activities and just DO things but I'm also a chronic overthinker and do better with some sort of script, you know? So what makes a good host and a good party?

beloved i am so humbled that you asked 🙏

I'm multiple years out of practice, so I do want to first direct you to the many guides by actual, real professionals that will give you really useful tips and tricks for pulling off the event. You should check those out for the heavy hitting advice.

In my own experience, I think one of the most important things is making your guests feel like you had them in mind from the beginning. This will show naturally through the care and attention with which you prepared, how you feed them, how you introduce them to each other - there's a great post about how to get people talking to each other and make them feel welcome that i absolutely recommend reading.

But anyway, let's talk hosting cocktail parties! This is a (not-so-quick) run-through of general expectations for both you and your guests, and well as little things to keep in mind.

The Basics

Cocktail parties are for 10-20 people with a guest list made up of a mix of your close friends and the acquaintances that you wish were your close friends. It's less intimate than a dinner party, but more conversation-friendly than a house party. They're also a great choice if you want to feel fancy~

I will say, as far as hosting and attending different types of parties goes, cocktail parties are my favorite, but theyre not exactly the easiest. They share the Come Up With A Whole Ass Menu type of stress that dinner parties do, but with more people and no structured schedule. Also, cocktail parties are on the expensive side (reckon it's the liquor for going in them cocktails what does it...).

At a cocktail party, the host will have less time to socialize, because they will be busy keeping track of food and drinks. In a surprise to no one who knows me irl, I'm not actually all that social, so this is honestly preferable to me. The reason I like hosting cocktail parties is that they allow me to give the people I invited an environment to spend time with each other and feel special.

If you want something similarly calm but with less stress and more freedom for you, the host, to socialize, you could always go for a fancy-ified potluck type of thing! That's always going to be more casual, but it can still be nice :) If you choose to do that, just clean your house, give some guidance on what kinds of food to bring, and make sure you have enough chairs. People will have a lovely time.

Picking a Date and Time

Set a 3 hour window for the event. Guests will come and go as they please, but you can expect most people to stay for between 1 and 2 hours. Traditionally, cocktail hour (note that thats "hour," singular) was before dinner, but after-dinner cocktail parties are common nowadays. Make sure it doesnt completely cover the range of 5pm to 7pm - some overlap is to be expected, but there needs to be at least some amount of time for your guests to have dinner, since you wont be serving a full meal.

That being said, you also don't want it to go too late into the evening both because it gets tiring and because you don't want people getting shitfaced, and a late party implies more drinking. (Yes, I'm aware that cocktails are the point, but there's a difference between "come over and drink with us until 11pm on Friday" and "come over on Saturday for exactly two drinks and be out of my house by 9." youre just gonna have to trust me on this.) There are other ways to discourage getting drunk - more on this later.

Send invitations at least three weeks in advance, and request RSVPs. Follow up with people who haven't responded by one week out from the party date. Be straightforward- you're not being pushy, you have to know how many people to prepare for! People are going to understand that. A basic follow-up script is something like "Hey, [Name]! Will you [and Plus One if relevant] be able to make it on Saturday? I'm trying to figure out how much food to make."

My ideal cocktail party is on a Saturday evening from 6:30 to 9. If I'm the one hosting, a Saturday gives me more time to prepare than a Friday would, and as either host OR guest, I appreciate having Sunday to recover.

Themes

Not required. Sometimes fun, sometimes unexpectedly restrictive. It can be helpful for guests to know the vibes ahead of time, like what to wear or bring to share, but it can also put unnecessary pressure on the host to come up with some clever way to tie it in with the food and drinks.

If your party is celebrating a specific holiday, however, then you have a default theme already and you should acknowledge that. If, for example, I were hosting a cocktail party on August 1st to celebrate All Southern Hemisphere Horses' Birthdays, I'd want to make sure I'm observing the occasion with nods to things horses in the southern hemisphere are known to like - the obvious examples are Julio Cortázar or liberation theology as understood by Leonardo Boff, but there's no need to be reductive.

Menu and Drinks

Guests will probably know not to expect dinner, but you still need to feed them. Ask about dietary preferences and allergies when you request the RSVPs. Even if no one says they have an allergy, avoid serving peanuts and shellfish. This isn't a hard and fast rule, I just like the extra insurance (and also happen to have a shrimp allergy).

Don't have too complicated of a menu, and only serve one or two things you actually have to cook - everything else should be stuff that's either pre-made or easily assembled. This for your own sanity.

Pick things that are small and easy to eat while standing or walking. If you're setting out a cheese platter, make sure you have multiple knives and enough bread and crackers. Pre-slice any cured meats and any cheeses harder than a medium cheddar, but you can leave soft things untouched.

Believe it or not, cocktails are the centerpiece of a cocktail party. Having one or two drinks pre-mixed will make things very easy. Classic and simple examples are the martini, manhattan, and negroni, but it's also cool to have a signature cocktail that's a little more fun and showy, if you have the tools and skill to make it. If you want to serve something made with tonic/soda water, obviously don't mix that part in ahead so it doesnt lose its fizz. Consider having some wine on hand, too, but dont worry too much about pairings. Also, it goes without saying, but have a nonalcoholic mocktail available, too. There are lots of recipes online. I've had some really good ones that make use of green tea, which is clever - it gives it the botanical vibe of like a really good gin.

If you're doing this in the evening and want to get even fancier, consider cutting off the cocktails towards the end of the night and breaking out some digestifs. (This is traditionally more of a dinner party thing, but unless youre hanging w the upper crust of the upper crust, no one will care about the breach in sacred social protocol.) The best vibes for fall/winter/late summer are going to come from distilled or fortified wines like cognac and sherry, bitter liqueurs, or some kind of fernet. For summer, limoncello is really fucking good and very refreshing. Extra bonus: you can make limoncello yourself :)

Keep in mind that while it's your responsibility as the host to make sure people are feeling safe socially, it's also your responsibility to keep them physically safe. Keep an eye on how much people are drinking. Be willing to cut people off or help call rides. Make sure people have designated drivers, and don't let the designated drivers have more than like one drink.

Vibes!!!!

Music should be loud enough that people with approximately average hearing won't be straining to hear it, but not so loud that it can overpower low voices. Personally, I always prefer when the music is something that doesn't have lyrics bc lyrics can make it harder to concentrate on a conversation, but that's a personal preference. The exception is Ireland's very own beloved 90s band The Cranberries. I don't know why, it just is.

Table and floor lamps are great for lighting - it keeps things more grounded and personal and isn't too dim. If you want to use candles, be careful with scents. Similarly, if you typically use oil diffusers or air fresheners in your house, consider moving them to a side room or turning them off during the party.

Also, consider the season (beyond just putting up twinkle lights and serving gingerbread in winter). In the fall or winter, a party starting after 6:30 but ending around 9 is going to feel really cozy and intimate and will probably last the whole time. If anything, things will pick up a little later. Putting out some kind of card game for low-energy communal entertainment will be appreciated in the last hour. In the spring and summer, on the other hand, a party at the same time will feel more casual, and people may start to leave once it's getting dark. (There are cases where this doesn't apply, such as if it's June in Finland.)

Details like how you arrange furniture in the space will make a difference, even if people don't notice it outright. Having a gathering of close friends? Just make sure there are enough seats for everyone in the same communal area, and you're set! If, on the other hand, you're bringing together people who don't know each other very well, setting up your space to encourage congregating in a few smaller areas instead of one large one might make it easier for people to have conversations comfortably - it's easier to get to know one or two people than 10 people at once.

Never invite more people than can safely fit into the place where the party is happening, but don't expect everyone you invite to be able to come. Have enough seats for people, but be aware that cocktail parties are for mingling, so it's important that there's room to move around freely.

How to Discourage Drinking Too Much

There are a handful of things you can do to gently suggest your guests keep their shit together:

Pre-mixed cocktails will control how strong the drinks are. Make sure water is easily available such as by placing multiple pitchers in the main room so people don't have to go out of their way to find it. Put the snacks front and center and start serving the food before the cocktails (food of any kind helps your body process alcohol more quickly). Don't schedule it to go too late into the evening. Cut off the liquor a little while before the party is scheduled to end - you can offer low alcohol content wine or beer as an alternative as it gets later. Don't have the party close to a big partying holiday like Halloween, NYE, or, if you're usamerican, the 4th of July.

Something to note: Digestifs are really high in alcohol content, so they'll seem counter-intuitive if you're trying to reduce consumption later in the evening. Keep in mind that they're often served in a very small amounts (the correct serving of Underberg, a popular kräutorlikör, is only 20ml, which is less than an ounce), but if you want to be extra cautious, you could try a low-ABV amaro, like amaro montenegro.

Other Random Stuff

You can use paper plates. No one will judge you.

You don't have to serve the cocktails in their most traditional glasses. Again, no one but the unethically wealthy will judge you.

Martini glasses are really easy to spill out of - watch out if you have carpet.

Clean your house really well beforehand. Yes, it's partly to make a good impression, but also it's WAY easier to clean up after the party if the space was already clean.

If you have cats or dogs, do your best to clear out any fur while you're cleaning, for the sake of removing allergens. You can always use a vacuum, but also if you put on a rubber glove and just swipe your hand firmly across the upholstery, it'll be surprisingly effective.

In preparing for the party, your guests will almost definitely look up tips on what they're supposed to bring to a cocktail party, and every website will tell them to bring bread or wine. They'll either bring one of those things, or they'll decide to be ~original~ and bring a cheese platter. They also may ask you directly what you'd like them to bring, so consider having some ideas of things that would add to your spread but wouldn't have a marked absence if you didn't have them - seasonal fruit, extra crackers, idk.

You're going to run out of ice.

[bleachbleachbleach]

8, 12, 14, 23 for the fic ask meme please 🙏. I’m interested in your process because your writing style is very in tuned with nature/immersed in the world that the story is set in and there’s so much implied history within the characters and their dynamic with each other. I noticed this a lot in your hitsuhina fics that touch on aspects of them I don’t usually see in fan work. I’m just wondering how you view your process and inspiration to achieve something like that? Anyways, may you have a good rest of your day!

Thank you so much for your kind words and astute analysis! That makes me really happy to hear. I appreciate it. <3 [From this fanfic ask meme!]

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for… I guess technically all my Bleach fics are sequels of each other! Because so far I’ve set almost all of them in the same fic universe, and they all assume the others have happened. The two exceptions are Some Things, because it’s set in anime canon rather than manga canon (because that's where the watermelons were), and REVERSE THE BONE, which in my mind is an AU of my current WIP, in that they’re both set in the time period except one goes to East Rukongai via train and the other goes to West Rukongai and they, uh, have to walk.

12. a trope you’re really into right now This one’s hard, because I don’t naturally think in terms of tropes, and I think at the level of trope the things I’m really into tend to be things I am always into. I love it when characters are sad and wet, ideally in a place where it’s hard to get un-sad and wet? Is that a trope? Hurt/comfort lends itself well to this. I love cutting room floor scenes, where characters’ stage business some absolutely dry bullshit and if it were a 43-minute piece of genre TV it never would have made it out of the table read. I love the trope(?) of intimate ephemera like letters and handwriting and how characters fold maps and how they store their Tupperware.

14. where do you get your inspiration? I think my three most common inspiration scenarios are:

There’s something I learned or think is cool in real life, which often means I automatically begin thinking about how it would appear or translate into my vibrant inner blorbo life. The life cycle of burdock, for instance, I think is cool. Or some weird weather thing happens. Or I see some cool maps in a museum. Or I go hiking and there’s a fun tree. My automatic reaction to most things is “but what if blorbo…” What would their world be like if it included this thing? What would blorbo's relationship to this thing be and how would they think about it? See also: There’s some weird thing in canon that never gets explained or elaborated, which feels like a clear invitation to be a giant ham about it.

There’s something about a character I like or think is interesting, or want to see play out in different variations, so I follow them through whatever scenarios and find out which end up pushing the character into whatever state of being I’m curious about, or make X or Y characteristic a salient part of their experience. How might what's come before or their present state of mind reflect in how they relate to or understand the scenario and what parts of it matter to them vs. the parts that don't? What does it take for Z to happen? The classic "put that blorbo in situations because I want to learn more about them" inspo!

I was real sad about something and translated that into blorbo

23. pick three keywords that describe your writing I answered this one here!

[jojo-hut-jrs]

Devo the Cursed and 28 please? I know you're not a fan of him but I feel like you're one of the few who truly do his character justice, no pressure if you're not feeling it tho 🙏

sorry this takes so long

28. "Please, just open the door."

It had been three weeks since he started following you, and since then your life had not a single moment of peace.

Every second was spent watching or waiting, carefully avoiding, huddled against yourself as every little creak or groan echoed the possibility of your inevitable demise.

And still, he was always just barely there, hiding in the shadows so that you only caught a passing glimpse of him before he disappeared, and thus the chase continued. No matter how far you ran, how cleverly you concealed yourself, how much begged and screamed and pleaded into the empty streets knowing he would hear it, you only sometimes heard manic laughter in response.

And always so very close to your ear. As if he were standing just behind you.

This time you heard his voice from under the door, boisterous and happy as he banged loudly on the delicately carved wood that separated you from him.

"You know," the voice tells you, "this would go so much easier for the both of us if you just opened the door."

You don't move from your position, eyes locked onto the unmoving dark blob that blocks the hallway light, listening to that heavy-handed bashing against the door and wondering how long the supports can withstand the force.

"You're a really, really, really unlucky person, you know," his voice coos out, "you and so many others."

You remain silent, but you know that he's right. Luck was never a real, tangible thing until the very moment you lost it, the very moment you first saw him.

"You have no idea what this world has in store for people like you."

The pounding stops for a moment, and you had only a second to catch your breath before he slams back into the door with a cracking thud, yelling ferociously at the effort as the locks jingle and bend under the force.

He laughs then, whether at you or your methods to keep him at bay, you don't know, but you hear him bat his palms against the door almost playfully.

"At least you're lucky enough to still have me," he says, and there's an arrogance in his tone that makes you sick.

He punches the door against, and a shock goes through you. He's outside the door, but somehow you feel like he can somehow see you.

"Are you listening?!" he screams at you, and you press your face against the tops of your knees and pray that he'll just disappear again like he always does.

He's never approached you like this before, at least not this directly.

There were the notes, incomprehensible and sloppy and almost surely written in blood, and then there were the silent phone calls at random hours of the night. You sometimes saw him on street corners, through the windows of shops, and even occasionally in your yard.

But he was right that you were the most unlucky person on earth.

Your attempts to go the police were always thwarted. The letters you received were missing, and no evidence was ever lest behind to collect. Nobody could give a statement that they saw anyone that matched his description, and anytime you tried to point him out in a crowd, he would vanish. For every little thing you tried, there was always something that prevented its fruition, and it was driving you mad.

You think it might have been the stress that was causing the accidents too, but it's impossible to tell with all the strange happenings that have occurred. Far too many close calls have happened in coincidental circumstances since you met him, and the paranoia was growing within you as each little thing spiraled out of control before your eyes. You had never been so clumsy as to slip and fall in your bathroom, to accidentally place too many items on your overhead shelf and cause it to collapse, to absentmindedly walk into the street while the light changed. These were all just unfortunate accidents you only barely managed to escape from unharmed, and yet you were so scared that you could barely leave the house anymore.

"This world will really eat you alive if you're not careful," he says, and you hate how his voice dropped all the amusement it held and just sounded flat and dead.

He's silent for a moment before he speaks again.

"Please, just open the door."

You hold your breath as you stare at his shadow, anticipating any kind of movement. He has you cornered in here, in your own home, and no matter how reinforced your bedroom door is, you don't doubt that he could force his way through to you if he really wanted to. He's only holding back now for the fun of it, but you can hear in his voice that he's not smiling anymore.

You watch as the shadow moves and the hallway light reappears, but you don't leave your little corner where you're hidden. You heard his footsteps retreating, the heavy thump against the staircase as he descends, but you still feel like he's watching you somehow, and your home no longer feels safe now that he's proven he can find a way inside.

But instead, you helped a stranger, and you couldn't have predicted how angry and aggressive he would become, frightening you until you finally slapped him, then laughing hysterically as he ran away.

The single hair tie you always wore was tight against your scalp, pulling your hair back in an angry grip that felt all too familiar to you. You wanted to reach up and snap the band, but your hands remained clenched against your knees, shaking as you listened for any sign that he was still nearby.

You had heard him leave, yet he felt so close, as if he were leaning just over your shoulder.

And to believe, there was once a time where you sympathized with him. Back when he was just a stranger on the verge of a terrible accident, and you happened to be there and willing to help. If you would have known what kind of monster he turned out to be, you would have let him get hit and gladly watched him bleed out, knowing he could never hurt you or anybody else ever again.

But instead, you helped a stranger, and in return he had directed a sudden fury unto you, so full of pain and aggression that you struck him across the face in fear of what he would do to you.

Then the anger had disappeared and he was smiling, laughing hysterically as he suddenly turned and ran off into the darkness.

"I'll be sure to return the favor!" he called out to you, his voice loud and booming in you ears even after he vanished from sight. "And i'll always be with you!"

[catgirlforkaeya]

birthday wishes

kaeya x gn!reader

synopsis: kaeya’s birthday wish

word count: 964

fluff

warnings: a little suggestive 😇

a/n: happy birthday to kaeya the love of my life idc if he is a set of pixels 🥳🙏🙏 i have been a PROUD main since feb 25 2021 and i am not ashamed. i will proudly flex my triple crowned c5 r2 aquila kaeya on people. also did y’all see his birthday art???? LORDDDDD

the streets of the city were bustling, this time of the year was always busy. it was breaching the season of christmas, so everyone’s days were slowly getting busier and busier. whether it be busy with work, christmas shopping, or other unknown tasks, everyone found a way to be busy.

you, however, were currently on your way home early to surprise your boyfriend for his birthday.

you’d been away on a business trip for roughly three months now, and wasn’t supposed to return until right before christmas. this meant you would miss kaeya’s birthday— which you could never do to him. after some nonstop nagging your boss they reluctantly agreed to allow you to cut the trip early and finish the rest at home.

kaeya had no clue you were back in town. last he knew you were on your way to a big business conference and couldn’t talk for awhile, when in reality you were boarding your flight back home. after an agonizingly long six hour flight, you landed and found your way to the taxi outside.

thanks to a few mutual friends you got ahold of kaeya’s schedule for the day, so you knew how to plan things perfectly. you were going to do your best to avoid the apartment just in case he happened to stop by. if all goes according to plan, in a few hours you two will be reunited and celebrating his birthday together.

-

you spent the next three hours running all around the city, going from shop to shop for items. you bought a whole miscellaneous of items. the cake, obligatory fancy wine, a new watch to complete his set, some cologne, anything and everything that kaeya loved you managed to grab. time was flying by, and before you knew it you were rushing home to set up the apartment.

the apartment was thankfully empty when you arrived, just like you had planned. everything had been going according to schedule, so you had at least an hour to get everything laid out.

you started with the kitchen, placing the cake down in the center of the counter island. grabbing two glasses of wine out of the cabinets above, you filled them up and set them opposite of each other. you left the bottle out, figuring that one glass would not be enough for either of you.

next, you moved onto the living room. you unpacked all of the little trinkets and gifts you had bought your beloved, quickly and neatly wrapping them and placing them on the coffee table. by the time you were done it almost looked like christmas in there.

and at last, you moved onto the bedroom. you wanted to let kaeya end the day off with something relaxing, so what’s better than spending some time in the bedroom? you quickly made up the sheets, tucking them in and straightening them so they were all neat. next, you lit some candles on your nightstands to give the room an aroma. you went with a fall spice scent— awhile back kaeya mentioned that smell was his one of his favorites. your memory with that type of stuff was finally coming in handy today.

once you fixed up any last-minute preparations, you changed into another set of clothes. just on queue, you heard the door click as the clock chimed at six-o’clock. you casually made your way down the hallway, hoping this scenario would play out like you’d rehearsed in your head a million times.

when kaeya saw you standing in front of him, he stopped immediately. at first he did a double take, not thinking it was real. he’d been sleeping less— it was probably a hallucination. however, when he watched you walk towards him and cup his face in your hands, he knew it wasn’t a hallucination.

your lover wrapped his arms around your waist firmly, pulling you in for a deep kiss. it caught you off guard— although you should’ve expected a reaction like this. after being without each other for so long it’s no surprise that both of you were on the needy side.

your bodies melted against each other’s, lips moving in sync. somehow you ended up with your back against the wall, arms wrapped around his neck. kaeya’s knee slid between your legs, resting there as he took over the kiss. he would gently bite down on your bottom lip ever so often, electing a gasp out of you. testing the waters a little, he ran his tongue over your bottom lip too. you caught on and slid your tongue into the kiss too, heating up the atmosphere even more. now your tongues were brushing against each other ever so often, making the kiss a little messy at this point. messy didn’t matter right now, though. he tasted like peppermint and sweets, and his lips felt like heaven. that’s all that mattered.

“what are you doing here?” kaeya asked breathless as he pulled away from the kiss. his forehead rested against yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

“i wanted to surprise you for your birthday,” you let out a shaky laugh as you tried to regain your composure. your head was spinning right now, and your body felt like it was on fire. “i convinced my boss to let me do the rest of the trip from home. i’m here now.”

kaeya was at a loss for words. he’d been dreading his birthday for months because he’d been thinking he was going to spend it alone. he was never a fan of his birthday, but spending it without the love of his life was an even more miserable thought. however, here you were standing in front of him.

guess birthday wishes do come true afterall.

[dairy-farmer]

I feel like that bernie meme because I am, once again, thinking about Roy/Tim!!(and hoping you're okay with me asking you about them?)

I just can't shut up about these two and I love to hear all of your takes on them <3

what about something like a secret lovers au? where they met when Tim was really young (I'm imagining super early Robin days but if you have any pre-Robin ideas I'd be so fascinated). I feel like Roy would be somewhat skeptical of a third Robin but obviously our boy wins him over. they start a little tryst which maybe started off as just physical attraction but it grows into being even more when they take comfort from each other after long missions and bitch about JL together. I feel like they'd be kind of on and off through the years (ugh the reunion sex is >>>>)

and at some point they don't even bother to hide it. they go to each other's apartments and team up and maybe even fuck in the manor and at WE?

but no one catches on for an absurd amount of time after they decided they're really in this

maybe the others find out when Tim gets pregnant? or maybe it all gets out when they find the two necking in a closet or something idk the possibilities are endless and all so satisfying

hope you're doing well!! xx

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i would never turn away a roytim ask because I do truly love the ship!!! it's a shame there's so few fics about it and ive never been able to come up with a cohesive plot for them. outside of the bats roy is my favorite to pair tim with!!! (yes that includes kon they're really great together but roytim just carries that wonderful forbiddenness that makes it so much more interesting!)

I love the concept of roy meeting tim when he's robin but can also see them meeting prerobin. tims the neighbor and all bug houses look alive so maybe roy stumbles through the gates the first time he's visiting dick's house and knocks on the door only to be greeted by a chubby cheeked little kid who tilts his head up at tim.

roy figures out pretty quickly he’s got the wrong house and scurries away while a baby closed the door.

years later roy catches wind of a new robin and well....roy's not sure what he feels. a lot of the original titans had all felt that there was no replacing the original when the second robin (the few times they met roy had the kid's back and the kid always shot him that grateful grin so it's not like roy was opposed to having him around) came on the scene but after the kid was murdered...

well it seemed in poor taste to hold on so ardently to a mantle that wasn't even theirs. plus roy has other shit going on, personal shit so he's not very concerned with a gotham newbie. so roy is fine with the kid. maybe a bit weary like he is about all new heroes because they have a tendency of coming on all cocky before getting pounded down to size pretty quickly.

roy hears a few things through the grapevine and rumor mill. the few times he and wally cross paths and meet they catch and wally tells him about dick's new kiddie brother.

"real sweet if a bit skittish" wally tells him and that's all roy tells him.

roy learns everything second hand about the third robin. the first time he talks to him is when he seeks him out. word on the street is the kid is quite the whiz at detective work. like a mini-batman.

that's the only thing that puts roy off form seeking him out immediatly. it's only when he's got nowhere else to turn that he goes to him.

he and ollie are on the outs.

dick is a dick.

no way is he fucking going to batman.

but he needs someone with a finger to the pulse of gotham crime because he has a few people he's looking for that might've fled to the famed city of the bat.

the third robin is...surprisingly easy to work with.

within the day roy has a location on his three targets and all he had to do was swear he wouldn't rough them up too badly.

roy knows he doesn't have the best reputation in the community. knows that some of the more 'straight-laced' heroes look down on him completely for the drugs and the having a kid and being a single dad thing.

he sure as shit knows ollie doesn't brag about him at parties.

he and dick haven't gotten on for awhile. they used to be so close with the whole 'only titans without powers' thing. but puberty and adulthood changed both of them and roy will admit the two of them are quite prideful so an apology is not visible on the horizon. but they can still work together even with the bit of tension between them.

roy knows for a fact the bat would never approve of him working or asking his robin for help so roy is grateful when the kid agrees to keep it under wraps in exchange for dinner.

roy buys the kid takeout and watches as he munches on an eggroll and prints out a stack of surveillance photos and the current location of his target.

it's nice company. roy hasn't had that in awhile. the kid doesn't talk down to roy or treat him like a moron. they had a pretty great conversation about some of the alien tech the bozos roy is hunting got their hands on.

roy lets the kid hold his bow. his swallows a mouthful of shrimp fried rice as small gloved hands delicately stroke the metal wire of his bow and the small, almost invisible bolts that hold it together.

he's a sweet kid. like wally said.

roy decides he likes him when the kid helps him tie up his guys and throw them in the back of a rented van.

maybe one meeting isn't enough to judge someone's character and roy doesn't have a history of good judgement. but he likes the kid.

he's earnest and honest and a bit of a do-gooder, the kind that isn't annoying.

so roy likes him.

the next time roy has a something that crosses close to gotham's borders he calls robin.

he needs a second opinion on some alien tech?

call robin. oh he can't help with that? that's fine robin knows some people, he'll call in a favor.

robin does that a lot. favors for roy.

roy almost feels bad, feels like he's taking advantage of the kid. he tries his best to repay it. food, and some little souvenirs when he has work overseas.

the kid grins and happily accepts it like it's anything compared to the time roy desperately needed a sitter and robin offered to stay a few hours in the city to watch the kid.

maybe it was a testament to how much robin had squirmed his way into roy's good graces since he didn't even hesitate to leave his sleeping daughter in the other vigilante's care.

something he didn't even do with people he's known for years.

roy's not quite sure when they transition to something more.

maybe its after roy's settling into a new apartment waiting for robin to come pick up some info about movements on the gotham mob roy had stumbled across. lian is at daycare and roy's just in some boxers with all the windows cracked open and his stereo blastic profanity-laced music he never plays when lian's little ears could hear it.

warm summer is wafting in along with a cool breeze when his doorbell rings and at first roy thinks its the pizza he ordered ten minutes ago.

but he opens the door to a civilian clad robin wearing thick sunglasses to obscure his eyes.

his shirt is one of the metal bands roy hasn't listened to in years and his pants are dark-washed jeans with white crew socks visible at the ankles.

it's such a casual encounter. it's one they've had multiple times before.

there's some traffic on the street and the sound of beeping car horns fill roy's eyes as a presents a flash drive of everything he collected.

roy is explaining what he saw and how he came across the info when he feels robin's eyes on him.

of course robin is listening to him speak and ergo looking at him but roy can just feel the weight of the stare on his bare chest scattered with red chest hairs and a nice thick happy trail that led into his boxers.

his scars are visible all along his torso along with the scattering of tattoos his uniform usually covers. lian's name is printed in gothic script right over his heart.

but that's not what robin's eyes are on.

roy feels a burning gaze locked on his prominent package. roy can see the shy blush that stretch to the kid's ears and trails off as a wide grin creeps across his face.

oh to be fourteen again and in the midst of puberty.

roy had just meant some honest ribbing, a bit of harmless flirting.

robin blushed so pretty. the vigilante who usually spoke so clearly and concisely with a slight undertone of demand was now stuttering as roy leaned in closer and trapped him against the countertop with his half naked body.

roy wasn't certain when the line blurred.

he always knew he was a scumbag. but he really solidified that by banging a teenager on the couch of his apartment.

roy at least had the mindset to use a condom as he fucked into a tight little pussy as robin scrambled to cling onto him.

gasped 'ahh hnnn mmnnn' sounds floated into roy's ears as he grunted with every thrust into that cunt.

roy gripped hips hard enough to bruise and tugged robin's sweet little cunt down onto his cock as he groaned.

his fingers mercilessly abused a little red throbbing clit, thumbing it and rubbing out a nice orgasm for the kid who ended up losing their virginity on a ratty couch in a ratty apartment to a scumbag hero who apparently now fucked teenagers.

roy has beaten the shit out of men who did what he did as he waved robin goodbye when he left his apartment, flash drive in hand.

a man in their twenties creeping on kids barely into highschool is a huge no-no. ask anyone with a cape and they'd tell you the same thing.

roy likes the kid, he really does. not enough to risk fucking jail time or getting the shit beat out of him by dick or batman or any horrifying combination of the two.

robin is lowkey. he promises to keep this a secret without roy having to ask even though he was working on it and it -whew- wow it makes him feel like a piece of shit.

roy pushes it out of his mind. tries to bury it alongside the mountain of mistakes that weigh on him because how fucking like him. to fuck up a perfectly decent burdgeoning partnership.

roy doesn't avoid robin. not exactly.

he just becomes more of a last resort. and roy would like to say he buried what they did that day in the back of his mind but it...rears up sometimes.

late at night when roy is alone and a little horny. he tries to use por as much as he can but the memory...fuck the memory of that hot vice of a cunt. the way robin had squirmed under him, little tits turning red with the abuse of roy sucking on them harshly.

robin had a sweet body and his fit perfectly in roy's arms as he pinned him down and fucked into him.

it's a few months later they get a repeat.

aliens. fucking aliens. it's always fucking aliens that property damage skyrockets.

roy's just at one of the reserve camps awaiting to be directed or deployed to clean up crew, med evac, civilian evac. the entire crew of YJ is there and one by one they all get called away until its just him and robin -now tim, roy now has a name for that face that greets him on lonely nights.

roy knows he's staring, eyes lingering. tim turns to look at him, eyes as heavy and interested as they were that night.

roy comforts himself with the fact that its not teenagers he has a thing for. just tim. tim and his tight body and hot cunt. and tim just so happens to be a teenager.

thankfully for roy tim happens to have a thing for roy too. roy and his big dick and happy trail that presses flush to tim's reddened cunt as roy's cock splits him over while bending him over a counter.

it's a fast fuck. just a quickie. ten minutes later while they're cleaning themselves up tim gets called away.

he turns, steps already marhcing him out the door before he stops for a moment turns and says-

"you have my number, right?"

roy swallows thickly and nods.

"good."

then he's back to marching and that's as much permission to be a full blown sleaze as roy needs.

roy will admit, with only some shame, that he is definitly the kind of guy to send dick pics without hesitation once asked.

and tim doesn't even have to ask.

it's been so long since roy's been so fucking horny for someone that reciprocated it. and tim, well tim is definitely getting some hot, stringless sex out of it too.

roy will be alone in a city on a job. he'll tug his cock out and jack it to hardness before snapping a pic and sending it to tim.

'miss u' he writes. like a fucking douchebag he's been told. 'do u miss me?'

tim replies back in the affirmative and roy instantly starts borderline begging, asking for tim to send him a little something his cock is fucking hard and it hurts pretty baby. it hurts so bad :/.

tim sends back a picture of his tank top pushed up with his cute little tits on display.

'Feel better now?' he replies and roy tightens his grip on his cock as he types with one hand.

'maybe a little more bby'

a minute later and roy groans as he's greeted by the sight of two of tim's fingers spreading open the lips of his cunt to expose his wonderfully wet pussy.

'thank u bby'

and roy pumps his cock until he's arching off and moaning into his empty hotel room.

tim's nude game is other worldly. it's almost artistic with the composition and the lighting. tim's cunt should be in a fucking art gallery.

sometimes he sends roy pictures of him in his underwear, some of him in bed groping his tit and fucking fingers into his hole.

one time he sends roy a one minute video of him fucking himself on a glass rob dildo, pumping it into his red little cunt while making the sweetest fucking moans in the world.

roy spends the day inside just jacking off until his cock sputtered pathetically.

the next time roy is in new jersey he makes a pit stop in gotham. tim's parents are out of town and for the first time roy sees his room. though he's not able to appreciate the blade runner posters, comic book collection, and mountain of laundry on a spare chair until the next morning.

tim is naked and half asleep even as he grinds his cunt onto roy's bare cock. and nope, roy's learnt his lesson from that.

" i am on birth control you know." tim tells him as roy stops nibbling on his tit to pull on a fresh condom.

roy just grins down at him and nuzzles his neck, kissing away his pout.

"baby if any boy ever tells you its okay if he doesn't use a condom just because you're on birth control i want you to turn his nutsack inside out."

tim lets out a half chocked laugh that turns into a moan as roy rubs a thumb against his clit and fucks into him.

it becomes habit for them to hook up.

roy's amazed they manage to get away with it. sometimes they meet in gotham. other times tim goes to meet roy wherever he is.

they don't always work out though. sometimes roy gets his life together and manages to get a steady girlfriend.

sometimes other people (better people) notice tim and he's taken off the market too.

but love is cruel to them and even to tim who roy honestly believe deserves better than to have rebound sex with him.

but tim loves it and so does roy. and being able to explore each other's bodies, and feel out new scars and new tattoos is just a different kind of intense.

roy misses the way tim's pussy parts for him when he slowly pushes in, misses his gasps and sweet coos as roy fucks him hard and fast.

tim makes a sight for sore eyes on his knees and pawing at roy's jock to get access to his cock to take into his mouth. and tim has the sweetest tasting pussy that roy's ever eaten. he moans between his spread thighs as he fucks his tongue into that well-loved hot little hole.

life sucks but there's always good sex to make you feel better.

roy's not saying their relationship is easy but it's one that they never stress over because they never define what they are.

but they get along. they like the same things, and dislike the same people. they wish each other the best and try to keep things from souring between them.

in many ways each other is the only one they can turn to. keeping a secret between them tends to draw them together and forage an odd bond between them.

roy and dick reconcile at some point and roy feels a little guilty at the fact that he's fucking the guy's baby brother behind his back. but not enough to actually tell him (roy would like to keep all his teeth thank you very much).

and roy likes tim so he's more than a little ticked off when he hears about things growing sour in gotham.

he and tim's physical relations have waned a bit. prometheus's bombs in star city landed lian in the hospital with a coma and roy hadn't been in the right place to be around...anyone.

in that time things go pretty shittily for tim too. roy wonders if its too late to send a card but then bludhaven explodes and the memory of star city and lian just send him right back to the bad place.

even if he could reach out. roy was sure tim wasn't doing well enough to support them both.

roy has beef the JL it's something that grows hot and fierce when he hears whispers about robin- now red robin- having gone off the deep end.

the source? his own brother, nightwing- now batman.

there's a new robin in gotham and roy is...fuck he's not sure what he feels. it's not his place. not his fight. not his family.

lian is out of her coma and in for a long recovery with having to relearn how to walk, how to read, how to fucking speak.

the next time roy raises his head out his ostrich hole, cheering lian on as she takes her first unassisted steps, it's to the sound of a newly reinstated batman.

roy's too far away to know the details and hear everything going on. but that doesn't stop the simmer of pride that erupts in his chest.

he always believed in the pretty baby.

lian starts making leaps in her recovery and roy is not about to depend on outside help for his daughter so starts taking high paying jobs to pay for all of lian's rehab.

oh there was a poor taste 'like father like daughter' joke in there somewhere and roy knew he was going to be drawing blood from the first person who made them.

roy crosses paths with a "reformed" jason todd aka red hood.

roy knows about him from titan's tower. his opinion would be lower of him if the two of them didn't get on like a house on fire. roy works some jobs with him, exchanges stories, and builds up a nice friendship. roy's daughter is a safe topic, jason's got a soft spot for kids. but with kids comes family talk and both roy and jason could find kindred spirits in being estranged.

they share similar grievances.

they even share simialr issues with dick's...dickishness.

"you lucked out with tim at least though."

and roy feels the tension before he sees it. it's a dangerous path to treat, talking about tim who is a stand up guy because he is to the guy who sees him as a replacement but jason surprises both of them when he says-

"i haven't exactly been the...best guy to the kid."

roy knows its not his place. knows that he has no right to interfere with anything relating to tim's family and personal life because that's crossing a pretty firm boundary but then he thinks of tim. of that new robin and the fact that he spent a year being ostracized by nearly every hero.

so roy...just tells jason the truth. about how tim's understanding. how he's all 'do no harm but take no shit'. he's straight-laced but surprisingly bendy (in more than one way but roy doesn't say that) willing to work with you. i mean he helped roy out a tight spot a few times.

roy doesn't mention the sex. probably not a good idea to tell that to somone who'd probably blast his dick off if he found out that grown man roy harper fucked a pink-cheeked fourteen-year-old robin.

roy and tim's reunion is...a nice one. roy's in gotham to take lian to a specialist appointment. he meets tim in the cafeteria. they both stumble to a stop at the sight of each other.

roy tells him why he's there and tim's there for outreach purposes, WE work.

they have coffee. chat a little. nudge smiles and small laughs out of each other. speak in code so they can bitch about and roll their eyes about the justice league.

roy is in gotham for the week. he meets up with jason a handful of time and jason takes lian to some new park constructed in crime alley for the kids.

roy texts tim while he's gone, keeping the conversation they had at the hospital going.

roy's emotions have been rubbed raw for awhile. he hasn't been intimate with anyone for over a year.

tim is in the same boat.

the sex they have is different then the rushed frantic fucking where they sought their own pleasure.

he and tim spend quite a few minutes kissing on roy's hotel room bed. roy feels out tim's body, groping and squeezing and feeling his flesh as tim does the same.

they don't peel their clothes off in some sexy little strip tease like the ones roy jokingly did for tim.

their clothes stay mostly on aside from roy unzipping and pushing down his pants and tim doing the same with his slacks. they hold each other, wrapping hands around each other's backs in a deep hug while they softly kiss and roy fucks tim slowly.

tim rocks on his cock, occasionally pulling away from the kiss to let out a soft moan and rock his hips back in time with roy's thrusts.

they both cum quietly just two silent gasps and tensed shoulders followed by some trembling as they went slack.

they've both had a...hell of a time.

it felt nice, felt safe to go back to something they knew. to something they liked.

a half an hour later and its like a switch has flipped and roy doesn't know what to grab or fondle first as tim desperately moans on top of him, whipping his hips back and forth as he rides roy. tim sinks down on him with thick, wet, 'squelches', gasping and moaning as roy holds ontol his hips and tugs him down onto his cock.

it's desperate, it's hot, it's so fucking good.

roy almost limps on his way to pick up lian, his cock is fucking spent because tim's pussy could knock a god out.

jason stares at him with a raised brow before rolling his eyes and handing a giggling lian back over to him.

lian waves good bye with a happy 'bye uncle jason!'.

lian goes to her appointments, tim stops by for coffee and then roy takes them both out for ice cream afterwards.

the night roy is leaving the city tim texts him to meet on the hotel roof where red robin gives him a wonderful goodbye present.

roy has no idea who taught tim how to do that thing with his tongue but he will forever be grateful.

he and tim start texting agian. not as much photo exchange goes on like it did in the beginning. tim directs him to high-paying jobs that will keep him close to lian. tim asks about lian, about her recovery and how she's doing. what she liked.

a few days later packages with lian's favorite candies and flowers show up along with a little stuffed bird robin which accompanies her on her phsical therapy.

roy is probably toeing a very dangerous line. maybe for everyone else it would've been better if it was just sex. but now roy feels something.

he feels happy when he sees a text from tim. is excited to see him because he wants to know how he is.

a physical affair is one thing. roy gets the shit beat out of him for having one with tim and everyone moves on.

an emotional affair is a whole different ball park.

roy's hardly had a healthy relationship before in his life. he has...baggage. he has a kid. and tim is...fuck tim is still so young.

he has a whole life ahead of him and roy and...whatever they are would just be dead wight.

tim disagrees.

it's one of the first arguments they both have. tim insisting that he can make his own choices and mistakes and he whole heartedly believes that roy is nothing close to resembling a mistake.

roy tells him about the issues with all of this. how they started this when tim was just a kid and that was wrong, he knows that was wrong and out of everything he does regret doing that. but tim doesn't yield.

he tells roy what he feels. and they're all the things that roy feels. that happiness at the mention of him, that fluttery feeling in his gut when he sees him, that excitement when he talks to him.

tim likes roy just as he is. wants roys just as he is.

does roy want him too?

and maybe roy is selfish to snatch tim up when someone so much better could come along but....dammit roy wants to be selfish.

they don't sneak around like they used to.

tim refuses to sneak around with roy. he says it makes him feel like he should be ashamed of roy.

and he'd never be ashamed of being with roy.

they don't...explicitly tell anyone.

really everyone else kind of just assumes stuff about them.

if anyone sees them in gotham together they just assume roy is present for some jason related reason. when tim is seen in star city its gotta be for a case, right?

lian has her own room in tim's penthouse apartment. roy keeps his favorite brand of coffee beans and his toothbrush is in a cup beside tim's in his bathroom.

on christmas, a part is held at wayne manor and roy, pretty clearly, kisses tim under the mistletoe in front of several heroes.

more than a dozen people see tim lead roy up the stairs to his old bedroom.

tim is...fuck tim is roy's best relationship he's had so far. it's like a light of realization fills him and he thinks 'oh. this is what this is supposed to be like!'

roy and tim build something together. a nice little life. one with peace and support and love.

tim is one of the emergency contacts on lian's medical and school forms.

roy and red robin frequently team up outside of their respective cities. they have each other's backs. always.

both jason and dick tell roy they it's nice he gets along so well with their brother and part of roy burns to tell them that it's not just that.

roy's not sure how they could be more obvious.

they're definitely not hiding it or subverting it or trying to frame it as something with plausible deniability.

it's pretty obvious he and tim are together. even more obvious that they're fucking.

roy once read something about people being willfully blind or dense about things they didn't want to learn and honestly thinks that must be the case.

however not a single shred of doubt remains when tim tells his family and friends that he's pregnant.

at some point he and tim had stopped using condoms. they weren't exactly looking to get pregnant but wouldn't be against it if they did.

it's several months of roy fucking tim raw before it manages takes.

bruce stares at tim who is cutting up grapes for lian.

dick choked on the bite of a pear he took and is trying to clear his throat.

alfred is frozen where he's drying a plate.

damian is staring and jason shares his incredulous expresson.

the only one absolutely bursting with joy is lian.

"i'm gunna be a big sister?!"

that's when eyes fill with something. dots are connected, realizations are had, situations they'd walked in on now have new context.

"you fucked tim?" dick asked dangerously. "you got my little brother pregnant?"

roy is strategically placed beside tim who would absolutely never let anything happen to his sweet love and baby daddy.

"been fucking for years dick, keep up."

tim is newly 18. newly legal. now it's not just dick's eyes that are locked on roy like they're homing missiles.

okay so maybe his baby mama would let something happen to him.

in the end tim does protect him even with eyes and glares narrowed on him.

dick is muttering and glaring somehow stuck between a weird in between of celebratory for tim's pregnancy, indignance at the father, and indignance at tim being pregnant at 18.

jason, because he's roy's dearest friend and wants him to be happy, contents himself with a deep punch to the gut that leaves roy dry heaving over the toilet for half an hour.

bruce is not so easily swayed. roy knows bat are nosy but he learns exactly how much when batman posts enlarged photos of the nudes he and tim exchanged years ago, but some are more recent.

"how old were you here?" batman asks tensely.

tim raises a brow and asks if bruce really looked at his nudes and chat history with roy.

the rest of the family is staring up at the photos with gapes mouthes.

batman and tim get into an argument and the minute the word 'fourteen' slips out, jason is cocking his gun and pointing it at roy.

"well it really was nice knowing you, i don't say that to a lot of people just so you know."

tim slaps jason's arm but doesn't manage to stop the punch that dick threw that broke roy's nose.

the bats glare at roy as tim fusses over him in the medbay and throws occasional glares over his shoulder at dick who looks like he's wilting further with every look.

tim is a good talker. a better one than roy and within the hour roy's nose is splinted and bandaged and hazy with the fresh apologies from tim's brother's ringing in his ears.

now tim is a genuinely nice person. that doesn't mean he's not petty.

no one looks at them during breakfast after a night of being forced to listen to tim's cries as roy 'disrespected' tim in every possible way tim could think of.

now tim was a very smart person. so there were a lot.