#this idea will probably die just like all the others

[damwynz]

𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀

𐙚🧸ྀི ���𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Ejiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ 𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: nothing scary, just fluff. pet names, all characters are in a relationship with afab! reader, love languages with the core 5

an: thank you for over 100 notes on my last post!

Katsuki Bakugo: He isn't good with his emotions. No surprise to anyone, but he lovess giving gifts. Without a doubt, he would buy you the whole world if he could. He'd burn it into ashes if you asked him to. He would notice what you pick up in stores, then in secret, would buy it for you later.

"oi, I got you this or whatever." He handed you the stuffed animal you picked up earlier. You smiled and accepted his gift. Both of you blushing, you managed to get up and hug him. He insisted you let go, but he accepted your touch like he craved it from the start.

He also appreciates quality time. It doesn't matter what you two could be doing. It could be training, watching him cook, or even sitting beside each other in silence while being on your phones. As long as he knows you're safe with him, he's able to relax.

Izuku Midoriya: I think Izuku would show his love by showing acts of service and quality time. Without a doubt, Izuku would do anything for you. He appreciates the small tasks/favors you ask him to do, like tying your shoes, helping with homework, etc. If it makes him feel included in your life, he'd do it.

He dies every time you ask to hang out. He gets so overwhelmed when he's the one planning. I mean, where do I start? The poor boy goes into a spiral with the amount of date ideas and what he should wear- other stuff as well, but he goes crazy. However, if you were to plan the date, he'd be fine with anything. As long as you're with him, it doesn't matter.

Ejiro Kirishima: His love language is for sure physical touch and words of affirmation. I picture his s/o to work out a lot or have similar motives to become "manly", so you two would practically be touching up each other every time you two train. Despite training, he loves your touch. If you forget to hug or kiss him that day, he might actually die. Physical touch reassures him that you're there for him and you're here to stay.

On the other hand, he loves motivating his girl and what's better motivation than one's words?

"Good job!", "You're doing great baby", "Atta' girl!"

Shoto Todoroki: I personally think that Shoto is 100% on board with quality time with a hint of physical touch. He's not used to it but once he receives it, there's no going back. I mean, he's never gotten the love he deserved so when you came along, you finally filled that open wound.

Like Katsuki, he wouldn't mind some quiet quality time. Where the two of you remain in your own corners, doing whatever, while being in the same room. He would probably study your movements. Peeping over your phone to see what you personally find funny, sad, happy, etc.

With the help of his siblings, he buys meaningful gifts for you. Like something poetic y'know?

Denki Kaminari: I lovee writing for Denki so this might be long. His love language is everything on the scale. He'd want to do things for you, to please your needs and emotions. he values how you feel so much that he's probably put your needs over his but you have to remind him to himself first despite being his girlfriend.

Who can forget quality time? He wouldn't want to spend the day without his baby. He's hovering over you 24/7, waiting for your next move. When you're not with him, you can hear his cute whiny voice asking "where's [reader] :("

He never misses a moment to make you feel loved. Compliments is a major requirement. This obviously goes both ways, but he definitely does over do it sometimes.

If you're not in reach of him, he'll make sure to run towards you, arms wide and everything. It's even worse during y'all's alone time. Imagine cuddling and trying to use the bathroom but your stupid boyfriend won't let you go because he'll "miss your touch"

Finally, he loves giving you things he makes/finds. He'll even pick up flowers from the ground and put them in your hair because it reminds him of you. He's the type of boyfriend to go on Instagram or Pinterest for "homemade gifts" because he probably spends his money on food or his personal interests, but if he has extra money, he makes sure to get something for his loving girlfriend!

[asneakyfox]

so let's talk about david jenkins saying the idea was that the crew would dump ed overboard in the mutiny before the writers changed their minds and had him kept in the hold.

he says they changed this for pacing reasons, so that the reunion could happen in 2x03 instead of being delayed longer, and i cannot argue with that, waiting any longer sounds excruciating. so i'm not complaining about this as, like, villainous interference from the WBD suits or anything, although it might be a decision forced by cutting the number of episodes. probably still the right call under the circumstances. BUT i'm interested in it because this explains a couple things that are weird about the plot structure of the whole season as it stands.

so first of all the crew throwing the body overboard just immediately makes a lot more sense because it doesn't actually require them to have failed to notice he wasn't dead. it would be pretty tough to carry the body into the hold and lay him out and cover his face with a lil washcloth and everything and not notice at any point during this that he's still breathing or that he has a pulse. and if they did notice you'd think they'd either finish the job quickly or try to treat him if they'd had a change of heart, not leave him to die slow. however the idea that they would beat him till he stopped moving then immediately chuck the body overboard, that totally makes sense, you wouldn't stop to check if he was already dead or not because one way or another he will be pretty shortly after you dump him in the ocean.

second the line from stede to izzy about "you were the one who kept his body onboard" always bugged me because it feels like it's meant to establish something about izzy but it's really unclear WHAT it tells us about him, in a way that doesn't seem like intentional ambiguity: i've seen people interpret it as a sign of his devotion and i've seen others assume it was a practical decision that the crew should keep ed's body around to claim the bounty on blackbeard. (and i've seen both interpretations from people both in and out of the canyon, so it's not even a normal izcourse divide.) i actually wondered at one point if the purpose was to foreshadow where izzy's arc is going to end by establishing that he thinks it's more respectful to bury a pirate on land than at sea, although if that was the idea it sure didn't work on the people who'd care most.

however this new info from djenks explains it pretty neatly, which is that the reason for the line isn't to establish character stuff about izzy at all it's just there to awkwardly patch a plothole. it's that someone in the writers' room was like "but it doesn't make any sense, why WOULDN'T they dump his body overboard once they'd killed him" and somebody else was like "idk uh maybe we can put in a line about how izzy stopped them or something."

now more interestingly! this also would change something bigger about 2x04. because i'm guessing the idea here would be that ed would have actually for real washed up on an island that looks just like the one in the gravy basket and just never actually gotten up off the beach, and stede would find him there, mermaid scene, and ed would wake up mad and storm off into the woods with where he meets mary read with stede already trying to follow him and the rest of the episode proceeds as normal from there. (and probably buttons would be just, like, hanging around following stede, or maybe he was already acting as a psychopomp and led stede to ed's body, idk, lots of possible ways to play that.)

this means you completely lose the beat of the crew voting ed off the ship. you wouldn't lose the idea of the crew being pissed at him; you could still have the kitty collar onesie probation stuff after he got back. but this is a BIG change.

first of all it solves a big obvious problem LOTS of people pointed out immediately when the episode aired which is that it makes no sense that stede would just stay on the ship after letting ed be exiled. reuniting with ed has been his driving goal for months and it's not even like ed has definitively told him to fuck off, he's just stomping off angry and incoherent and not even clearly in his right mind. but they couldn't let stede actually follow ed on his own initiative immediately, because it would undermine the later fisherman breakup if stede has already established that he's willing to leave his pirate career behind if that's what it takes to be with ed. so you end up with this awkward beat where he's just kind of passively standing there until buttons tells him what to do.

i think there's something even more important it does though! one criticism a LOT of people had about s2 was feeling like the crew all hated ed now and there was no clear sign they'd forgiven him by the end, and also some people had the impression that stede had just overriden the crew's decision (even though he does say he's going to ask their permission; it DOES feel weird we don't see that). now i've said before that i think there was probably going to be a reconciliation between ed & lucius, and by extension the crew as a whole, in the lupete wedding verision of 2x06, and i still think that. but regardless of whether i'm right or wrong about that. even without a reconciliation, this would seem like WAY less of a problem if the crew hadn't voted ed of the ship.

as it is, we have THREE scenes devoted to the idea that the crew as a whole (not just lucius & izzy, who both have more complicated individual relationships with ed) are uncomfortable with ed's presence on the ship - there's the initial one where stede's holding the meat on his face where they're all yelling at him, and then there's the actual walk of shame where they've just voted him off, and THEN there's the youtube apology scene where they're heckling him and stuff. and having three separate scenes like that makes it feel like the narrative is really hammering in this idea of a big dramatic rupture in the whole crew's relationship with ed. but only the last of those scenes was originally supposed to be there! the first two were just thrown into the plot to justify why ed ends up wandering around an island to run into anne & mary! if you only had the youtube apology scene, it would be much more clear that most of the crew weren't really all that mad - as it is, roach and jim explicitly saying they aren't mad feels like it's overshadowed by the weight of the earlier scenes.

(also a minor issue, but i've mentioned before that surprisingly often people think the vote was unanimous. this doesn't actually make sense in terms of the episode, because we know it was deadlocked and izzy cast the tiebreaker. but it is sort of weird, if the idea is that the crew is split on this, that we never get any sign of who voted which way; there's nobody but stede who is clearly presented as specifically not wanting ed to be exiled. which DOES end up making it feel like it's the crew as a unanimous block that wants him off the ship. but that makes sense if the whole concept of the crew wanting him exiled was sort of hastily written to patch a plot hole instead of being a fully developed idea.)

anyway. like i said i can't really complain about this as a pacing decision. but it is really interesting to me how many knock-on problems with the whole arc of the season were created by the change, and how much cleaner the original idea sounds like it would have been.

[i-dared-myself]

Name on My Skin

Jisung x reader

In which you meet the perfect soulmate for you.

In a world of soulmates, it is chaos. Oftentimes, meeting your soulmate is love at first sight. Other times, they meet their best friend. Occasionally people die before meeting theirs.

Or there are the times that people’s soulmates weren’t nice people. You would meet someone who you had positive ideas about for your entire life, only for them to be an asshole.

Your greatest fear is for your soulmate to be a jerk. For them to be some kind of psychopath or someone who should be in prison.

That is why you always avoid any chances of meeting your soulmate. You don’t go on blind dates. You refrain from physical touch, not wanting a mark to linger on your skin.

Your mother is not pleased. 

“Who’s going to take care of you?” she yells, hands on her hips. 

“I have friends,” you tiredly remind her. “And why are you here?”

She huffs and turns around, looking at all the shirts. “I don’t know why you even bother buying it. It’s not like the love of your life is going to appreciate it.”

“I have a job interview.” You rub at your forehead, fighting off a headache. “This is very important to me, okay?”

Your mother breathes out through her nose, barely hiding her disdain. “I don’t know how you expect to make any money there. Makeup? For men?”

“Men can wear makeup.” You peruse the options carefully. You don’t want anything too flashy, but you do want to stand out from all the other candidates. “And it’s their job, too.”

“What are they, models?” Your mother shakes her head and scoffs. “I don’t think this is a good fit for you, dear.”

“It’s just an interview.” You select a shirt off the rack and hold it up. You smile as you bring it out to checkout with your mother trailing after you. “It’s no guarantee of a job.”

Your mother sighs. “You’re right. You probably won’t even get it.”

But you do.

You get the job.

Now you’re a makeup artist for Stray Kids, finally making use of your degree. You had always been told it was a mistake to go into the field, but here you are.

When you walk in on your first day, you’re given the run down. Where the styling room is, who your coworkers are, and everything important.

You’re slightly ashamed to admit to your coworkers that you’d never listened to Stray Kids.

You had heard of them, just never gotten into it. You had never listened to them, nor watched anything with them.

You weren’t against them; it just had never peaked your interest enough to risk your mother’s wrath. She deeply disapproved of most things; boy bands being one of them.

So when they walk in, you might possibly be confused.

A man sits at your station, settling onto the raised stool. He smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re new.”

“Uh, yes.” You bob your head, reaching past him for your tools.

“So who’s your bias?” he asks, making you pause. 

You hesitate because you don’t know any of their names. “Uh, you?”

He grins, poking the one next to him. “Do you hear that, Hyunjin? I’m the favourite!”

Hyunjin scowls and closes his eyes as his makeup artist moves to his eyes. “And?”

You try to swipe the brush over this man’s face, but he’s bouncing around wildly. You’re attempting to wrangle him back into his seat when a man walking by frowns.

“Stop it!” he scolds. “Can’t you see they’re trying to work?”

You smile softly. “It’s okay. We have time.”

“Sorry,” the man mutters. He slumps back and looks up at you, smiling sweetly. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Jeongin gave him too much coffee. I swear, I have to limit their caffeine intake.” The man shakes his head with a heavy sigh. “Anyways, you are…?”

You tell him your name before hesitating. “Right. Um, it’s nice to meet you…”

“Bang Chan.” Dimples form at the corners of his mouth. 

“Wait.” The man sitting in your chair frowns. He straightens and looks at you in horror. “Do you not know who I am, either?”

Hyunjin laughs, shoulders shaking. “This took a turn.”

“Sorry, no.” You wring your hands nervously. “I promise I’m not trying to disrespect you and- and-“

“I’m Jisung,” he declares. He crosses his arms over his chest and lifts his chin. “You lied to me.”

Your face burns with embarrassment. “Sorry. I just- You-“

“So I was your favourite without you even knowing who I was!” Jisung exclaims. He begins to slap Hyunjin’s arm excitedly. “Did you hear that! Did you hear that?”

Hyunjin wordlessly slides out of his seat and pads towards the door.

Jisung winces at you. “He’s not a morning person.”

“Jisung!” Bang Chan calls from the other side of the room. “Hurry up!”

Jisung grimaces. “Right. Sorry, let’s do this.”

You finish the rest of his face, smiling gently at him as he bounces away. He tries to take you with him, but you dodge his hand. 

“I’ll be here if you need a touch-up,” you tell him, feeling bad when he pouts. 

“I’ll try my best to not smudge it!” Jisung vows solemnly, as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “I don’t want you working so hard on your first day.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” You laugh lightly. It’s nice that he cares so much. “But that’s why I’m here. Don’t worry about it.”

Jisung just giggles as he runs off, going the way Bang Chan had gone. You shake your head, hiding a smile as you clean up your station. You have no idea how it got so messy already.

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You hoist your bag over your shoulder, checking your phone. You don’t have any notifications so you open the weather app so it looks like you’re still busy. You love your new job, but you’re tired after training and training and smalltalk galore.

Your nose is so buried in your screen that you don’t even notice the man sprinting in your path, head turned in the other direction. He knocks into you and your phone clatters tk the ground. You collapse as well, and his hands grip your forearms to help you up.

“Jisung?” You frown as he bends down to pick your phone up. “Are you okay?”

“I should be asking you that.” He scratches the back of his neck, eyes flicking up from where they had been focused on the ground. They widen a fraction and his lips part in surprise.

“Jisung?” You wave a palm in front of his face. “You good?”

“You- I-“ He gasps and points frantically to your arm, where there’s a tattoo of his name.

You blink at it. “That’s new.”

“Oh my gosh.” Jisung stumbles away from you. “You’re a crazy stalker!”

You shake your head desperately. “No! I have no idea how that got there!”

He wets his lips with his tongue. “Then that means…”

You both stare at each other for a minute. Neither of you seems to want to say it, but the words seem to hang in the air.

You found your soulmate, and he’s Jisung. Jisung is your soulmate. What you had been avoiding for years finally arrived.

“Um.” Jisung’s throat flexed as he swallows. “This is a thing.”

“Yes,” you agree. “This is a thing.”

Jisung watches as his name fades from your skin, never to be seen again. Now that you know who the other is, the only thing left to do is discuss where this leads.

“Are you gay?” Jisung blurts out. He winces. “I mean- I’m totally okay if you are. I support! I love, um, lesbians? Okay that came out wrong. I just mean that like-“

“I like men,” you assure him, heart melting. This… Jisung is the type that you wouldn’t be scared of. “And I would be willing to explore a relationship.”

His shoulder slump as he blows out a heavy breath of relief. “Okay, I’d like that. Can I buy you dinner?”

“Sure.” You nod and tuck your phone in your bag. “How was your day?”

Jisung seems taken aback by your question, but walks by your side as the two of you go out the door. “It was really good. I bet you can guess why.”

You smile, feeling all gooey inside. “I bet I can. Uh, I know it’s not great if we’re seen in public together, so is there anywhere specific you want to eat? Somewhere you go often?”

Jisung considers it for a moment before brightening. “Oh! There’s a really small shop near here. Good food, and no one is ever there.”

“Lead the way,” you say. You’re so glad your soulmate is someone like him. 

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[sugardaddy-glucoseguardian]

Amazing yes

- Danny is visiting Gotham and the big ass lizard man is throwing a tantrum in the middle of the street. Danny who is used to his rogues doing the same shot when they wanna play fight just body's croc. Everyone is confused, croc is snapped out of it and instantly goes, fuck it. And throws down. Bats show up to croc and some feral meta out of towner rolling around throwing punches and snapping teeth at each other while growling.

- Danny is sick and tired of the smog in Gotham, between not being able to see the stars and Sam complaining about the pollution he wanted it fixed. Together with Sam, Tucker said nah fuck that, they went to Dr.Pamela Isley in Robinson Park. Ivy is very amused by the young adults that come into her park complaining about pollution.

She's actually intrigued when the girl has the same pull to the green she has. The flowers in the garden tilting towards her when she got angry.

- Danny HATED clowns. Freakshow made it an ingrained response. You can't control him if you aren't conscious. So when he goes to Gotham to visit Jazz at GU he sees the Joker and it ON SIGHT. No warning, just Joker monologuing in the street to some Bats and a crazy out of towner comes sprinting from an alleyway and just takes him out at the waist. Full body collision before Joker can even react to being tackled and point his gun the feral little shit is already punching his face in.

The Bats aren't sure if they need to rescue this civilian from the Joker or the Joker from the civilian. By the time they move to at least separate the two, the Joker is beaten black and blue and unconscious and the random guy is growling with bloodied fists hunched over his body like a wild animal defending its kill.

- Selina Kyle was expecting her haul tonight to be diamonds, maybe a ruby and this cute cat sculpture she saw yesterday. Her plans are completely derailed when a small whimper comes from the alley below her.

Quickly circling back she sees a little girl, probably 12 and softly glowing... melting. She quickly hurries down to her, she looks terrified and in pain.

"Hello, my name is Catwoman, can I ask what happened sweetie? And how can I help?" The little girl has green tears running down her face and Selina watches as she seems to shrink before her eyes, 10, 8, her eyes scream fear and Selina has no idea what to do. She presses the panic button Bruce gave her for emergencies.

"I-it hurts. Please, I don't wanna die, please it hurts, i don't wanna go again!" The little girl sobbed and Selina had a horrific realization.

This little girl was gonna die and there was nothing she could do to help her.

So she stayed and whispered comforting words and held her in her arms, smaller and smaller she shrunk, 6, 4, 2 she seemed to stop there. A sobbing glowing 2 year old with melted feet and dripping hands.

Bruce landed behind her. She could tell he didn't know what to do either. Finally Selina pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and the baby stopped crying, looking up at her with eyes far older than her tiny body and she collapsed into herself, all that was left was a small gemstone with swirls of blue and green cradled in her arms.

Selina sobbed. And Bruce held her as they mourned a child they never knew.

(Oops sorry was gonna go cute and it got away from me, I'm thinking dani will reform with Selina and Bruce taking care of her core and she eventually grows as a normal child instead of the forced growth she was originally created with. Also since she was actually 2yrs old that's how old she'd be when she reforms)

- Jazz moved to Gotham for an internship at a local therapy office, her goal being to gain experience and move to Arkham. Her liminal abilities have made her an empath. With low levels of compulsion. She was walking into work and some girl was just standing outside the building staring.

The emotions that rolled off her were, nervous, scared, angry, confused, excited, scared, determined. Jazz approached and carefully moved into her line of sight. She had shoulder length black hair, deep dark eyes, pale skin and looked to be of some possible asain desent. She was beautiful but looked at Jazz with the blankest eyes and emotionless face she's ever seen.

"Hi, my names Jazz and I work here. I don't know if you have an appointment you're working yourself up for or something, but I know therapy can be a scary experience for a lot of people. I can walk you through it if it'll help?" The girl opens her mouth then hesitates.

"How?" She whispers and Jazz feels relief and confusion though nothing shows on her face or body language.

Jazz assumes the question is how she knew? "Ah well, you looked like you needed some encouragement, you've already down the hardest part, you're here and looking for help." Again no expressions but emotions zap through the air, more confusion, weariness, and the breiftest hint of hope.

The girl slowly raises her hands and Jazz takes half a second to recognize the sign language.

Can you understand me?

She smiled and quickly thanked herself for learning signlanguage in highschool.

Yes! Can I help you get in?

She nodded and they walked in together. Jazz ended up staying for Cass as her translator and the relief pouring off of Cass was so strong she thought she was gonna cry just from being in range. Hopefully Cass gets the needed relief she's looking for in therapy. And maybe Jazz gets a friend out of it too.

- Jason is sick and tired of his siblings prodding making jokes that cause he was dead for a good chunk of his teen years he never got to sleep around or even go on a date.

So he tells himself he's gonna go to a bar, pick someone up and have a one night stand and get this shit over with so his siblings leave him alone. The bar was crowded and loud and Jason hated it.

The wall he was leaning against was sticky and the alcohol in his hand was only half drank. He couldn't relax and he felt so uncomfortable, this wasn't a stake out where he had something to focus on, he was supposed to be chatting and dancing and making out with someone. He knocked back his drink, annoyed with himself.

He left.

He came back three more times in the next week, each time he was just as uncomfortable and no one approached the dude who glowered in the corner of the room. No one except Danny.

Danny was a bartender and trying to make ends meet. Alcohol was easy to serve and he was strong enough no fights made it past a single punch before they were thrown out. He'd been watching the guy come and go for several days now and each time the guy looked like it physically pained him to come in. Danny wondered what the hell he was trying to do clearly forcing himself to come to a place he definitely didn't enjoy.

On the fifth time the guy ordered and moved to his wall Danny decided he wanted to know more. Curiosity killed the cat but you can't kill what's already dead.

"Hey man, what's with the face? You look like you've been dragged here against your will." Danny joked as he slid up next to the guy on his lunch break. The dude glanced down at him, clearly doing a once over of his body, top to bottom, and Danny raised a brow. Really? Dude was here for a lay and decided the best way to do that was to stand in the dark and glare?

"Wanna hook up?" He asked, well more like hurriedly demanded. Danny raised the other brow. Not that he wasn't interested but the guy looked like he was gonna throw up. Danny glanced at his drink, he knows he'd only had the one but the man was so clearly out of his comfort zone Danny felt like maybe the hookup should wait till the guy actually wanted to instead of looking like he was forcing himself.

"Hm, how about we start with names? Like hi, my name is Danny Nightingale what's your name?" The guy blushed from his chest to the tips of his ears. His shoulders curled in and he sheepishly answered, "Jason, names Jason Peters.. Sorry, didn't mean to jump you like that, im... trying to.." He trailed off, looking mortified. Danny giggled. Jason was cute ok?

"Well how about this Jason, ypu clearly aren't the type to pick up one night stands and I'm not sure why you think you need to. But if you wanna get laid that bad, pick me up tomorrow at GU and take me on a date. I'll see if we can get you laid." He smirked leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and walked away.

He hopes he will take him up on it.

Write below a Batfamily meets Danny Fenton story but choose the wildest relationship that you can think of that isn’t adoption or a romantic relationship

For instance:

- breaking into a building for a drug bust but they got the wrong building number and broke into Danny’s apartment.

- gets met over and over because Condiment King of all people continuously kidnaps him for plots

- was brought to the GCPD for wrestling Killer Croc at 3am high as a kite over a new fear gas drug that’s been making its rounds through Gotham.

- accidentally smacked the coffee out of Danny’s hands while catching a perp.

[ghostgirl-22]

hear me out… remote vibrator follow up where they do it again when Tashi’s around and she doesn’t know what they’re up to right away. naturally, she picks up on it. Art puts up a little fight about doing it in front of her, but Patrick knows the idea is secretly just as thrilling to Art as it is to him

oof! This is from 100 years ago. Sorry my love!

CW: 18+, NSFW, sex in public, not quite exhibitionism but also not, not exhibitionism.

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One of Tashi’s favorite things is when they talk without saying anything.  one doesn’t even have to complete a sentence for the other to understand it. the way they act, mirroring each other, it’s like how lovers act when they’ve known each other forever. She clocked them right away. Longing looks. Biting sighs. Her boyfriend and his best friend want to fuck each other if they haven’t already. They’re barely able to hide it anymore. and god does it turn her on. 

She admits, she does get a little frustrated sometimes, it’s like trying to have a conversation with two people where everything they say is an inside joke. 

Like tonight. 

Only Patrick would let his best friend crash a Valentines day date. Only Tashi would put up with it. it’s like she’s dating both of them. It’s like they’re dating each other. Patrick’s just grinning at Art all through dinner, while Art glares back at him antsy and barely able to meet his gaze. “Okay what’s going on?” She finally asks, looking between them. 

“Hm… nothing,” Art says quickly. 

“One of us lost a bet,” Patrick smirks. “Again.” 

She grins and focuses on Art. “What did you bet on?”    

“Uh it doesn’t matter.” Art says quickly and he looks to Patrick, eyes glassy, cheeks coloring.   

“He thought he could handle his liquor better than me but I’m the undisputed champ,” Patrick pets her thigh and then drops his phone on the table in front of her. It’s an app with what looks like a volume button labeled from 0 to 10. Right now it’s at a 1. 

“What is this?” She asks. 

“His punishment,” Patrick says gently. 

Tashi cocks her head, looking between him and Art, a little smile on her face. “I don’t get it?” 

“Well… pick a number.” Patrick says and Art shakes his head. 

“Patrick don’t, come on… she’s…” 

“Ten,” Tashi interrupts. 

Patrick grins and Art’s mouth falls open. “You really wanna do that to him?” 

“I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, Patrick so yeah. Let’s go all the way.” Tashi says, only mildly annoyed. “He’s not gonna die is he?” 

“Nah,” Patrick says,”unless you can die of embarrassment.”

art shakes his head. “No Tashi you don’t understand, It’s a restaurant… this is public we could get in trouble.” his blush is getting out of control, he’s kinda gorgeous.

“Oh come on, it’s packed,” Patrick grins. “No one’s even paying attention.”  He slides the dial up slowly. Tashi’s a pretty quick study. Something inside her had a feeling they were doing something sexual. Still, watching Art squirm in his seat, skin heated, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut as he sits on his palms, gently rocking, trying not to come from whatever device Patrick is controlling… Tashi squeezes her thighs together. 

Patrick chuckles and slides it back down to one. Art is still squirming, sitting on his hands. Tashi’s a little fixated on him. His chest rising and falling rapidly. He looks at her, pleading in his eyes, like she might be the only one who can save him from big mean Patrick. There’s something else in his expression too. Something dirtier. Needier. He fucking likes this.

“What do you think?” Patrick asks. His eyes are all sparkly, mischievous, Tashi can practically see through to the deceptively charming boy that he probably was as a kid. 

The idea of Art losing a bet and Patrick’s first thought being to make him wear a sex toy that he can play with. The idea that Art would just…go along with it. There’s something so deeply fucked up about them. So fundamentally messy. 

“What kinda toy is it?” She tosses her ponytail over her shoulder, trying to act nonchalant but she’s wet. This whole thing has her feeling a little crazy. 

“Vibrator,” Patrick says, pulling her ponytail back where it was, he leans in close because he’s got no concept of personal space but also so he can whisper. “Cock ring tight over the head of his dick.”

Tashi swallows and glances back at Art. 

“He’s crazy…it’s his crazy idea.” Art says like he’s not complicit, like he’s not wiggling in his seat, voice all breathy. Eyes shining. 

“Oh you’re both crazy,” she says softly but she reaches for Patricks phone anyway. “Maybe I should be in charge for a while.

Patrick smirks at her. “Whatever you want.” 

Art looks relieved for a moment before she slides it back up to three. He can barely focus on his desert. Instead he’s just trying to hold it in, sucking on his spoon, eyes dilated. Can’t even look at the waitress who’s been flirting with him all night when she comes back with the check. 

It goes like that for the rest of the night. Tashi takes a turn and then Patrick. Art getting more and more desperate. He seems to realize that Patrick is the one playing good cop. He gives Art a little break after dinner, they share a cigarette while they wait for a cab to the club, Patrick standing too close to him, fingers in his hair. Telling him he’s taking it so well. Art with his lips parted, like a little magnet, drawn to Patrick’s every lingering touch. Tashi thinks she knows what he needs. 

She makes Art sit in the middle seat when they crowd into the cab and snatches the phone back from Patrick. 

Their driver is so talkative. Wants to know everything about them and tell them everything about San Francisco. And Patrick’s just engaging him. “Oh we all go to Stanford,” he lies. “Straight As.”

“Tashi please,” Art whispers but she just smiles. 

“Relax. I’m just checking to see if he’s texting other girls.” She pats his upper thigh and immediately she can feelthe hot, hard line of his dick resting on his thigh, the device fixed over it. He lets out a sharp intake of breath. Patrick’s watching them as their driver goes on and on about the city. Patrick’s got a silly little grin on his face as Tashi slides her palm up and down Art’s length, it has the same effect on Art as if she’d turned on the device. He’s breathless, kicking his leg forward gasping, biting back on a whispered “fuck.” 

Tashi uses her free hand to turn it up and she can feel it vibrating against her palm. Eventually he’s turning into her. Breathing in her ear, hot and heavy. She wiggles in her seat. “It’s okay,” she whispers.  

It’s barely five minutes before he’s moaning, lips pressed against her ear, her cheek. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. It’s… I’m gonna… I’m…I’m…” he can’t help getting a little too loud. She feels it as his dick spasms and he’s probably spurting come all inside his boxers,  gasping softly into her ear.   

“Everything okay?” The driver wants to know. Obliviously chatty with Patrick this whole time but his concerned gaze flickers to Tashi, to Art.  “He’s not going to throw up is he? Because I can pull over.” 

“Oh he’s fine,” Tashi says, her voice lighter than normal. She cups her palm around the side of Art’s face and turns down the device with her other hand. “He’s good.”

”A bit of carsickness but he’s fine,” Patrick waves it off. 

“Well let me know. I can pull over.” 

Patrick gives her an amused look and she pets art, letting him rest on her shoulder as he catches his breath.

They’re just outside the club waiting to get in and Patrick is playful. “You little slut, right in the backseat. You can’t control yourself, can you?” He teases, bodying Art up against the wall of the club they’re waiting to get into. 

“‘m not a slut. T-Tashi… Tashi turned it up,” Art points out. Flustered for the way Patrick is using his size against him.  

“Snitch,” Tashi says quietly to Art. She’s looking over other settings on the app. Pulse, vibrate, massage. She sets it to pulse and switches it back on to one. Art gasps.   

“God Tashi,” Patrick leans against the wall next to Art and reaches for her, she steps closer and he pulls her by the wrist, closer still, before taking the phone back and wrapping an arm around her waist. “You like it too much.” 

“No i don’t,” she says softly. 

“Yeah right, you’re so fucking wet aren’t you?” he whispers. She rolls her eyes, but he knows her well enough by now. They’re basically standing directly in front of Art when he kisses her. So close, Patrick grins at Art when she pulls away. Hes such a brat. 

He gets his turn inside the club. They’re downing shots. Patrick buys a bottle and they get a spot in VIP. They’re drinking way too much and dancing with strangers, with each other all night. Tashi with Patrick, Patrick with Art, Art grinding against her. That’s when Patrick turns it up, like he’s giddy to see what will happen with the vibration between the two of them.

She can feel it, pulsing hard against her wet panties as Art is basically pressed up against her. He falls onto the big square sofa seating in the center and she follows him, grinding down against his thigh and he’s immediately falling apart. Fingers in her hair, moaning into her. It’s basically simulated sex, dress riding up her thighs, panties soaked. knees dug in on either side, she’s riding the pulsation while the music sounds, TI Whatever you Like blaring too loud on the speakers.  And before she realizes what’s happening she’s kissing him, gripping him, coming on his lap. 

Art’s looking up at her after, breathless, like he’s in love. “Guess i took care of both of you.” Patrick says, grinning. “Two for the price of one.” He leans in to kiss Tashi and she sighs against his lips. Shivering for the gentle heat of it.

Then he sits next to Art… and teases his hair out of his eyes before pecking his lips. Art pulls him close and kisses him properly. Tashi giggles, still settled on Art’s lap while people all around their section are still screaming the song lyrics, drunkenly dancing, lifting drinks, spilling. It’s actually her favorite thing. 

She snatches the phone from Patrick’s waiting hand. She doesn’t feel it anymore so he must’ve shut it off. But she thinks maybe Art has a little more in him. She opens the app and slides it back up.

(Playing fast and loose with time, technology, phones, apps, music and the challengers story/characters but… also… yay i think this vibrator could have fixed them!)

[alicentsgf]

i think people tend to stumble into investing emotionally in tragedies without being fully prepared for it because an important element is that they dont start off tragic. Obviously. so you can be in too deep before you realise how bad its gonna get

the core element of tragedy is that it gradually reveals the inability of flawed characters to escape causing their own inevitable downfall. Yellowjackets is a tragedy and it always has been. more people will die, probably most of the survivors, if not all of them. and they will commit some truly heinous crimes along the way. i need everyone to be okay with this because i love the fan culture thats been built around this show (like fuck you guys are so funny and creative??), and i really dont want to see this become another space full of people who are angry and jaded because they refuse to accept the genre of the thing they love. if you love the characters and the tragic element becomes too much thats absolutely fine i totally get it and everyones allowed their own space to vent and share their opinions, but just remember its a feature of the genre, not a fault.

Van is probably also going to die this season, and if not that soon then probably in season 4. sorry i love her too, but the stage is set for it, there are so many signs. when that happens i need fans of the show to remember the genre of the story they're invested in and accept it as part of the journey. please believe me, i also very much wish we'd got more adult lottie and i totally feel for simone wanting to stay, but her death was not "just for shock value". i called it ages ago and so did others because it makes sense. Lotties individual arc in the story (to bring the other characters back together, back to the wilderness, and spark callies curiosity) has come to a natural end. and now we can begin to see the potential her death has to change the trajectory of every other main characters season. it could also propel callie (who is due some major character evolution imo) in some really interesting directions.

Besides. even if it hadnt happened right now, eventually it had to. this always had to be lotties ending because its what this story holds for every single character. every death confronts the audience with the idea of testing your faith and it failing you - for most their faith is in a friend or a belief system, or both (in travis' case). so yes, lottie dying like this was pretty inevitable.

[spr1ngtweaks]

Hello hi! If it isn't too much to ask, may I propose some angst with Harley Sawyer?

In short, what if said partner/colleague had also died during the Hour of Joy?

Like, the idea of them stumbling their way to him after the fact out of sheer will (miraculously not attracting unwanted attention from the other toys), practically collapsing right in front of him as they try to cling onto whatever bit life they have left before finally passing on.

The Doctor would realistically feel some kind of disdain, but what do you think? Please take your time though! There's absolutely no rush :)

If his partner/colleague also perished during the Hour of Joy, it adds a cruel layer of futility—like no matter how hard you fought to survive, in the end, it was all for nothing. The image of you dragging yourself to his side, bloodied and broken, only to die mere inches away from him? That’s cinematic despair right there.

Now, as for the Doctor’s reaction—realistically, he’d likely feel contempt, maybe even a bitter kind of disappointment. He doesn’t seem like the type to romanticize tragic deaths; he’s too methodical, too driven by his own logic.

He might view your last desperate act as pathetic, or even as proof of your ultimate weakness.

And, I agree, the Doctor might feel disdain, perhaps even frustration. “What’s the point of this? You’re already dead.” A scientist like him values results, efficiency, progress. Sentiment is secondary.

But—there’s something undeniably haunting about.. you using your final moments to seek him out—whether out of familiarity, desperation, or misplaced hope.

There’s always the what if of something deeper. Maybe, just for a flicker of a moment, something in him stirs. Maybe it’s disgust, yes, but mixed with something unnameable, something that lingers.

Because, for all his coldness, he is obsessed with the human condition in his own way. And this? This is human suffering at its rawest.

Would he allow himself to feel anything beyond that? Probably not. But the image of your fallen figures, might just haunt him longer than he'd ever admit.

[uncle-fruity]

I really want to underline some truth:

I am a better activist and a more energetic and enthusiastic participant in the issues I care about now that I've stopped believing the guilt trippers and have involved myself in activism on my own terms.

I get to decide what I do and do not care deeply about. That's not another person's place to tell me what I think and feel -- especially if it's a complete stranger. I know myself better than they know me.

I get to decide what is too much for me. I set my own boundaries and priorities. Other people might not agree with me, but they can die mad. I'm not their soldier to recruit, and what I do with my time and energy is my business, not theirs.

I know my body and my limitations better than anyone else. The people who truly love me and support me trust me to manage my ups and downs and do not assign a moral status to me when I take care of my needs first. Especially over time, they know that I will be back and ready to help out as soon as I'm able to. When I'm less able to participate, the people who love and support me take care of me and make sure I know they're there for me.

I am no longer doing activism in any real way online. At most, I try to provide some education and some emotional/mental health support. If you look at my Tumblr, you won't see even half of what I deeply care about. Part of that is a growing sense of internet safety, and another part of that is that there is very little I can do online that's going to make a difference. Another part of that is when you post stuff as a reaction or out of a sense of obligation, you're more likely to spread misinformation, especially if you don't take time to verify the information (which can be genuinely difficult if you don't know how to do that). I fell into that trap a fair amount when I was so guilt ridden that I was terrified to be seen as a Bad Person.

Which brings me to this major point: there will always be people who are quick to judge you and quick to make you out as a Bad Person no matter what you do. In someone's mind, you are probably already a Bad Person. Does that actually make you a Bad Person? Does someone else's definition of good and bad line up with yours, and does it matter? Have you considered that the person calling you a bad person might be a bad person by your standards? Who has the right to strictly define morality in the first place? Regardless of the answers to those questions, you don't have to let other people define you. And the guilt trippers are doing substantially more harm to the cause than people who are trying to rest for their emotional and mental health. I don't think that makes them bad people, but it does make them bad at community building, which is a fundamental necessity for activism.

My advice, if you really want to be a good activist, is to kill the part of your brain that tells you you aren't good enough and don't deserve rest until you are. No one can do it all. No one is a perfect activist or a perfect person. You need to have a clear idea of what your priorities are and what your capabilities are. You need to seek community and, as OP originally stated, joy. It's not just you who needs something to fight for or who needs breaks, your community needs it too. If you overwork and constantly retraumatize yourself, you will eventually hit burnout and you will not be able to help at all for much much longer than if you had just taken a break or made time for the good things in life when you first needed to. You also run the risk of creating a culture where no one else feels like they deserve rest and eventually burn themselves out, too. Then where does the movement go when all its activists are too stressed and tired and having a crisis of morality to do the work? The movement goes to die, is where. Sure, being angry is valid and important, but if that's all that's keeping you here, you're going to find that anger is not sustainable and will eventually give way to extreme depression when you realize that anger alone does not fix the many problems of the world. Your anger and guilt will kill a movement so much harder than indulging in a little positivity and rest from time to time.

Oh, and me? Now that I've gotten out of guilt trippy and frankly abusive online activist spaces, I am so much better at doing activism that matters. I organize a queer art group. I attend meetings to discuss problems and try to find solutions. I have more energy to educate myself and others. I can do more direct action. All of this is stuff that I literally had no space for while I was suffering from the burnout those online spaces caused that I now have space for because I decentralized social media in my life and especially in my activism.

Please. For your own sake and for the sake of the causes you care about: take a break. Have a rest. Do something fun. This is me telling you directly that the people guilt tripping you are being inappropriate & rude at best and literally abusive at worst. It is okay to forget them and live your life in ways that serve both yourself and others. They have no power to send you to Hell, I promise.

Sorry about the rant I'm just SO sick of this "we have to be on all the time never look away if you aren't upset about politics and traumatizing yourself watching people die on Twitter you're wrong and complicit and evil" like I know things are fucked and we need to stay angry but we can do that while also taking a minute to crack open a cold one with the boys or have gay sex or get tipsy at the line dance, we HAVE to have joy to remember why the fuck we're refusing to give up in the first place. Fight like hell for your loved ones and then also go home with them to smoke weed and drink sweet tea and make biscuits covered in honey and butter please, please don't deprive yourself of joy, you're allowed to be happy BEFORE the work is done. You're allowed to be happy.

[momo-minomo]

Fic Fairy Friday: Tim and Jason Brotherhood

I love Jason and Tim, they're hands down the most chaotic and petty people in their entire family. I wish they'd be teamed up more often in the comics because every time they do the snark and sass is everywhere!

Unfortunately the Batfam fandom has developed a lot of misconceptions about their past and relationship. The main misconceptions are thinking Jason hates Tim and what happened during their fight in Titan's Tower. Fandom thinks Jason came there to murder his replacement and Tim was ruthlessly beaten down and begged for his hero to stop. In reality, Jason had grown to hate the very idea of Robin (a child soldier fighting and dying for Batman's neverending war) and came to Titan's Tower to convince Tim to quit as well as to prove to himself that Tim wasn't better than him and that Bruce didn't just trade up for a better Robin when Jason died. When talking didn't work he decided that to save this kid's life (and prove to himself that he wasn't just an inferior failure) he was going to MAKE him quit.

But if Batman, Alfred, and Lady Shiva can't control Tim Drake Jason didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell so Tim put up a hell of a fight and even when he was bleeding on the floor, barely conscious but always happy to be petty and go for the low blow, he went out hitting Jason where it hurt by defiantly stating that even beaten and bloody he is STILL better than Jason. They've long since patched things up between them, tho, and more than once in the comics Jason has made it clear that Tim is his most trusted brother. There was even that period just before Tim became RR where Jason was trying to recruit Tim to be HIS Robin so Jason could be gun!Batman and Tim was so annoyed and done with him lol. I do still enjoy the accidental brother or woobie Tim fics and will probably link a few exceptional ones here and there but I'd love to see more fics with the two being equals that trust and rely on each other, too.

This Dark Ceiling Without a Star by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

Summary:

“For fuck’s sake, your chatter is going to drive me crazy faster than this stupid spell.” “Then you talk!” “There’s no point!” Jason snaps. “I can feel it, okay. It’s—there’s no emotion behind it, it’s not using my thoughts. It’s just a bunch of weird Greek echoing in my brain and a compulsion to act. And it’s getting stronger. Talking isn’t going to slow it down.” “Then what will slow it down?” After five long seconds of silence, Tim gives into the urge and viciously jabs his fist into Jason’s leg for the second time. “Goddammit, why?” Jason snaps, green briefly sparking in his eyes before disappearing just as quickly. “You are not seriously going to just sit there and wait to die.” “The hell do you care anyway?” “Because I don’t want you to die! Obviously!” “You fucking should.”

Momo's Notes: These boys need SO MUCH THERAPY! Tim and Jason are trapped underneath a collapsed building, Tim is slowly bleeding out, and Jason has been cursed to sacrifice himself to help power up a spell. So of course being robins they're going to remain calm, work together, and not spend their precious little oxygen arguing, right? Right? Oh goddammit boys!

Life in the Fast Lane by TheResurrectionist

Summary:

“So, let me get this straight,” Dick said, frowning, “You stole a car, kidnapped Tim, got in a high-speed chase, stole another car, fought a bunch of cartel members, and blew up a chop shop...all to get a minivan back?” “First of all, Timothy was a willing participant,” Jason said, crossing his arms, “And when you put it like that, it sounds bad.” “Jason, it sounds bad no matter how I put it!”

Momo's Notes: It's both refreshing and incredibly funny to see Tim and Jason just being normal brothers that annoy the shit out of each other while they're stealing cars and trying to take down asshole gangs out of costume. This entire fic is just chaotic shenanigans and It's so fun.

Good Fellows by thatcuriouscat

Summary:

After rescuing Bruce from floating around the past, Tim is Not Okay. What comes next after losing everything that really matters? Tim’s got some thoughts. So do the rest of the family. And Ra’s al Ghul. …And the Joker. Jason looks murderous. “God DAMN it, Tim, this was not the situation I had in mind when I generously taught you how to be a younger brother out of the kindness of my heart!” Even more shocked by this, Dick asks incredulously, “You, Jason Todd-Wayne, tried to give younger brother lessons? Where did you even get the audacity?” Jason rounds on him hotly. “Bitch, you wish you knew how to be a younger brother!” “FOCUS,” Tim demands. “We’ve got like, an hour to pull this off.”

Momo's Notes: I know I recommended this one for the Dick and Tim brotherhood recs but this story revolves around the three oldest batbrothers and has equally good characterization and interactions for Jason as it did with Dick. Jason's pov pages are some of the most witty and fun in the whole story and the brotherhood that forms between Tim and Jason over the course of this fic is unique.

The Right Substitution is Key by AddictedApple

Summary:

“The Red Hood has been good for Gotham,” Robin continued. “Crime in Park Row decreased by sixty one percent almost as soon as you showed up, and that’s even taking into account all the crime you commit. Drug overdoses have decreased by twenty two percent in adults and seventy nine percent in minors. Homeless minors are ninety two percent less likely to—” “Kid,” Jason interrupted. “Enough statistics. What the hell is this about?” Robin slowly lowered the tablet with his powerpoint presentation and looked up at Red Hood. “You care about Gotham,” Robin summarized. “Gotham needs Batman. Batman is missing and so is Nightwing. We need you to fill in for Batman.” “You want me to cover Batman’s patrols?” Jason clarified. “No,” Robin said. “I want you to be Batman.” Jason bluescreened. (Or: Batman and Nightwing mysteriously disappear before Red Hood has even started antagonizing them, Robin is desperate, Gotham needs Batman, and Red Hood is Batman-Shaped.)

Momo's Notes: An AU where Jason calmed the hell down before returning to Gotham, both Batman and Nightwing go missing, and Tim doesn't know who this new Red Hood guy is but statistics don't lie, he's making a positive difference in Gotham. That makes him the PERFECT candidate to take over as Batman until they can find him. Jason can't believe ANY of these idiots survived while he was "gone"

a kidnapping a day (keeps the board of directors away) by doingthewritethings

Summary:

And, well. He gets impatient when he’s already in pain. He’s still got fifteen minutes until the meeting is set to begin, and the chances of him slapping Mr. Smith-Harguson so hard that the man’s toupee flies off are rising exponentially by the second. Yeah, that settles it. He needs an excuse to get out of here, and he needs it fast. - for the prompt 'jason todd, lover of fake kidnappings, meets tim drake, lover of chaos', but it... got out of hand. happy pride

Momo's Notes: There are no words for how much I love Batfamily shenanigans and Tim and Jason are always the perfect combo for said chaotic shenanigans! Basically Tim and Jason's version of brotherly bonding is to stage fake kidnappings to get Tim out of whatever soul-sucking responsibility he desperately wants to escape from today starting with a board meeting on a day the chronic pain is especially horrific. This fic also has queer and trans batfam which makes it just chef's kiss

Little Red and the Big Bad Hood by CrzyFun

Summary:

Olivia Draper had been a good idea at first. She could pass for older than Tim could pull off while masculine and women really could get into places easier if they had a pretty face. With makeup and some stylish-yet-inexpensive clothes, Olivia could pull off most undercover ops. She was Tim’s Matches Malone. Then Hood had shown up on the scene. When Jason met Olivia, he hadn't intended to pull a Bruce and take the scrappy teen informant under his wing. She just kept showing up where he was doing business. He had no other choice than to keep an eye on her. And kit her out with armor so she wouldn't accidentally get shot. And make sure she was being treated fairly by her mysterious boss. And, okay, maybe become her big brother.

Momo's Notes: I love a good fic with a genderfluid Tim Drake! This is an au where Tim decided his main alternate ID to gather info would be Olivia Draper rather than Alvin. Cue Red Hood getting very annoyed at the obviously underaged girl sneaking into clubs full of dangerous gangsters. This one is a fun accidental enemy to caretaker with a chaotic and sassy Tim that knows he can get on Hood's every nerve with zero consequences with bonus outraged and annoyed Stephanie!

Last Laugh, First Steps by CloakedSparrow

Summary:

Running a large portion of the Gotham underground as a benevolent crime lord was harder than Jason thought it would be, but still well within the range of what he could handle. All in all, it wasn’t that different from being the type of vigilante Bruce had trained him to be become. He was feeling like he was doing a decent job as part of the Bat Family these days. The Wayne family, he wasn't so sure about. Until he receives an unexpected call from Dick while on patrol one night and the words he hears next change everything. Tim's hurt...the Joker's involved. B and Little D are out of town. Cass is here with me and it’ll take us too long t- “Where?” His death. His anger. His father. His role as a brother, as a son, as a grandson. Jason decides its time to take it all on. If he's going to help his little brother recover, then he's going to have to heal himself as well.

Momo's Notes: This is technically part 42 of a series kind of generically called "Collected Bat-Family Stories" that are actually all set in the same AU. Last Laugh is an amazing entry in the series that can be read as a stand alone fic but I'd honestly recommend going into the series page and starting from the beginning. There are fics in there that aren't Tim or Jason-centric but it's all part of one narrative and Tim and Jason are really the main characters of the whole series and it's so fun to watch their brotherhood grow and deepen. If you're a fan of Wayne Family Adventures I think you'll love this one since the characterizations are very similar imho (aside from Damian but he's slowly growing as a person over the story and will eventually get there).

middle children must unionize by Poteto

Summary: Jason realizes no one is taking care of Tim - not even Tim himself. He decides to do something about it.

Momo's Notes: Jason doesn't like how things went down between Tim and Dick when their big brother gave Robin to Damian and decides if no one else is gonna take care of the 16 year old like the kid he is and not the adult they expect him to be then he'll just have to step up and do it himself.

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[plotthotrobin]

Claudeleth Fanfic idea: Interest Poll (Description Below)

Rating: Probably T (M at most)

Relationship: NB/M Byleth x Claude (romance only develops post-timeskip)

Content Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death (Most of the characters who die in Verdant Wind would probably die here too), Mild Body Horror?

Tags (Subject to change, and I will add more later): Non-binary Byleth, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Romance, Friends to Lovers, Includes Some Three Hopes Lore, Focus is on Interpersonal Relationships More Than Politics, Rhea is somewhat villainized

Despite Sothis’ warnings against doing so, Byleth has been through each path more times than they can count in an attempt to try to achieve a better ending where all three lords live and work together for the sake of Fódlan. They’ve tried everything they can think of, but at most they’ve gotten two lords at a time to survive and somewhat cooperate. (Either Claude and Dimitri or Claude and Edelgard, never Dimitri and Edelgard) They’re infuriatingly close every time. If they can just find the right time to drop the right information to the right people, they can achieve the bright future they long so much for…

Except their body can no longer withstand turning back time. Each attempt has taken its toll mentally and physically, and Byleth is at their limit. They have one last divine pulse and must pick a side. Ultimately Byleth chooses Claude, and it haunts them. They could have chosen Dimitri or Edelgard and Claude would have still lived, but they didn’t. They don’t fully understand their own decision, to be frank, it was just instinct to return to his side.

Meanwhile, Claude is more determined than ever to peel back the layers of secrets of his new professor. Nothing ever seems to actually surprise them, and it sometimes seems like they’re simply nodding and going through the motions… yet they are fiercely protective of him and the other Deer and are always there when needed. It makes no damn sense… Compels him though. It isn’t until five years later that he actually starts getting the answers he is searching for - and he isn’t prepared for what he finds.

[itsythebitsyspider]

Silco x fem reader pt 2

The florist and the crime lord

Hurt comfort. Angst. Description of wounds. Slight intimacy. Slightly canon complacent. Slight spoilers for season two

Hello guys, gals and nonbinary pals. I am not a doctor. I don’t know half the procedures needed in order to pull this off. Anyways cause this is becoming a series I just named it smth simple, this the ‘the florist and the crime lord’ at the beginning. I had like a idea for this, ran with it, passed on the baton to then future me, then future me picked it up and ran with it, and then passed it to present me who finished the race somehow. Without any further delay, no beta we die like men. Enjoy.

“Y/N!” Jinx yelled, bursting through the doors of the med bay, cradling Silco in her arms. You turned, startled by the pain in her voice. The moment you turned around and saw the frail and bloody body of the man you loved and dropped everything. Time seemed to slow down. Jinx ran over to you, blubbering a thousand things but nothing ever reached your ears. You stared down at Silco’s abnormally pale face, coated with blood. His hair stuck to his skin, soaked with sweat. He was feverish, probably from blood loss. He was shaking, just barely. The shock had started to wear off, he was probably only alive out of adrenaline. Jinx continued to cry out, begging you for something. If only you could hear what she was saying.

“Oh… Silco.” You heard yourself say. Your hands trembled as they reached out to wipe the blood off his face. You waited with bated breath to see if he’d open his eyes, but all you were met with was another tremble that seemed to shake him to his core.

“Shot. I- I don’t know how many times. Four- five??? Just- For fucks sake- fix him please!” Jinx yelled. You looked up and once again were met with surprise when you saw her glowing, magenta eyes. You didn’t have time to comment on it before she growled and with inhumane speed set Silco down on a bed on the other side of the room, before grabbing you and shoving you towards the bed.

‘Doctors should never operate on loved ones.’ Your head chided you.

You blinked and shook your head, snapping out of your daze. “Okay- okay he’s loosing blood. Blood type… ah… fuck we don’t have time. Get someone in here and call every available doctor.” You told Jinx, running to the walk-in fridge and searching for the blood bags. The moment you entered the room it’s like you forgot all your basic training. Your hands shook with just the thought of Silco needing a blood bag. You shook your head and tried to refocus. ‘Blood transfusion. Requires… requires tubes. Right. Tubes in the drawers outside. And we need… blood.” You snatched two bags of O negative and ran back to Silco. You dropped the blood bags onto the bed before reaching over into the drawer and yanking out an antiseptic wipe and cleaning off a large portion of his arm. A lot more than you needed to clean. You felt insane, your mind supplying you with the info that you needed to know as a doctor, but your heart screaming at you that this wasn’t right and overwhelming you with everything that’d happen if you lost him.

‘You should’ve checked the wounds first. No point in filling up the bowl if there’s holes in it.’ Your mind chimed in.

You let out a surprised gasp and, as quickly and as carefully as you could, took off his shirt to see the damage. There were three shots to his torso. With the bleeding having slowed you could start to see the extent of the damage. You let out a pained sound at the sight, feeling like someone had just tugged at your heartstrings with the passion of an angry guitar player.

The other doctors that you had yelled at Jinx to bring in suddenly flooded into the room, already having thrown off their gear into the corner and were currently getting scrubbed down. “What’s the current status?” One of them yelled at you as they furiously scrubbed from their hands up to their elbows while a nurse helped them get into gear.

You took a deep breath.

“Patient is male, in his late thirties early forties. Blood type is…O.” You let out a controlled breath and took in another. “Patient weighs roughly 143 pounds, is 6ft tall, Well groomed, slightly below average build. The current BPM is erratic, reaching 120 but steadily dropping. My guess is that the patient has lost roughly a liter of blood based on the blood stains on their clothes and the current state of them.” You paused and glanced at Silco. “State being unconscious.”

Three doctors walked over. “Get scrubbed down,” The first one ordered you.

‘Dr. Chaplin.’ Your mind supplied. He was a good doctor. One of the only ethical ones left in the underground. He taught you– no. You can’t afford to waste any time on introductions. You nodded and ran over to the corner where the sink was. You threw off your gear and allowed the nurses to help you put on your gear while you scrubbed at your arms. Once you were gloved and masked up, you went back to the bed that Silco laid on.

“What’s the status of the operating room?” You called back to the nurses.

“Being prepared. If we start moving him now, the room be ready by the time we get there. Is he stable enough to move?” One of them called back.

You paused and glanced at Silco. The blood was barely clotting, and he was getting paler by the minute. “We can’t afford to patch him up here. Move him. Now.”

The doctors nodded and instantly started stripping Silco down. A nurse rushed over and you stood back as they prepared as quickly as they could before moving him. Instantly you were by his side, following them as they piled into the elevator and went down to the lower floor. Everything went by in a blur.

One minute you were walking in the hall and the next Dr. Chaplin was in front of you, gently guiding you out of the operation room.

“Look. You and I know that you can’t operate. Not like this.” He said firmly. You opened your mouth to protest but all you could manage was a strangled sound. Dr. Chaplin, an ever so kind old man, gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve handled worse, and you know this. We’ll bring him back to you.” He whispered, reassuring you You nodded, before stepping back. You glanced at Silco one last time before forcing yourself to leave the operating room.

The world around you seemed to spin. The hallway's shape is changing. The floor seemed so far away but the walls seemed to close in on you. You ripped off the mask, suddenly finding yourself having trouble breathing. You couldn’t think straight. You forced your legs to move to the elevator, pressing a button, any button that would get you away from here. The doors closed and the elevator was moving up. You could tell the way the ground seemed to push up against your feet and your stomach felt that small drop. The doors opened with a ding and you stepped out. Glancing around, you waited for that familiar voice to tell you where you are. You could almost feel it’s sigh before it answered.

‘This is the fourth floor. Silco’s office.’

You froze. You couldn’t be in there. Not without him. Your hand shot out to the elevator buttons and slammed down on the closest one. The elevator doors shut and this time, you were going down.

You could barely hear the humming of the elevator over the ringing in your ears. It was deafening. Such a loud sound. It felt like someone had hit a bar on a xylophone in an empty room, the sound going on forever. What would’ve been a normally dulcet sound now held a sort of pertubing undertone to it. You could hear the machinery of the elevator letting out the occasional ‘clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Chhhg. Chhhg. chhg. ‘ It was almost like it was fighting to be heard against the ringing in your ears.

‘Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.’

‘~~~’

“Chhg. chhg. Chhg.’

‘~~~’

The sounds would continue until the ding of the elevator silenced them. You slowly stepped out into the dimly lit platform. A few more steps in and you saw the multicolored lights and spray paint everywhere. Jinx’s territory. You walked in and stepped onto the large, immobile propellor of her base, walking towards the center where you saw the blue hair girl wrapped up in her braids. On another day, you’d think that it was cute how her hair always seemed to hug her. But today was not one of those days.

“Jinx?” You called quietly, cringing at how your voice cracked. The girl looked up, pink tears streaming down her face. The sight was disturbing. Her eyes had purple veins surrounding them, and her tears were pink. The bright color staining her skin and seeping into her clothes.

“Y/n…?” She called quietly.

You slowly walked over, sitting down next to her.

“Is he going to be okay?” She asked quietly. In any other instance, you would think this was Powder speaking. But somehow, you knew Powder was gone. That soft, lamb-like look was gone. This was Jinx.A fully completed Jinx. No split personality. No manic insanity. Just the girl with blue hair that you had taught about using plants to make paint for her bombs. She sniffled and wiped the tears off her cheek. “I didn’t mean to shoot him.” She mumbled. “I… I didn’t want to shoot anyone. I just, everyone got so loud and there were too many lights and-” She grabbed onto her head, shutting her eyes tightly. You wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to lean on you. She let out a few quiet sobs. “I shot him. I-... I jinxed him”

“No-! No you didn’t-” You took a deep breath. You were feeling conflicted. Jinx, despite all the difficulties she’s given you, was like a daughter to you. You’d been there for the majority of her teenage years. But at the same time, she just shot the man you loved. Three times. If Silco died, she’d be the reason that he was dead. Your heart clenched at the thought of the two people you loved both being each other's downfall. You let out a quiet breath.

Jinx, flinched and curled up on herself. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Y-you probably- you probably hate me right now.” She sniffled. “I get it. I- I do.”

You gritted your teeth and forced yourself to pull her into a hug. You could sort out your complicated feelings later. Right now you held the equivalent of an unstable atom that was ready to split apart at any minute. No doubt the explosion would be enough to rattle both the underground and Piltover.

“I messed up everything.” She mumbled. “Silco said… said he talked to Piltover. Some- some fancy pants guy struck up a deal with him. A peace deal. But I… I killed them.”

You paused and looked down at her. “Killed who?”

“Their ring leaders.” She pressed herself further into your arms. “All those fancy people in the high tower.”

Your thoughts swirled. She had killed the council? “Jinx, my little butterfly, how did you kill them…?”

Jinx gestured her head to the workbench. Craning your neck up, you saw the remnants of the shark gun she had been working on for a while. You furrowed your brow. “I don’t under–”

“Do you remember my monkey bomb?”

“Yeah,” You answered. “The one with the hextech gem right?”

“That’s what was in the shark gun.”

You froze, holding onto her still. “Oh. You blew up the council.”

“Just like I said I would.” Jinx let out a humorless laugh.

You gently rubbed her back. “Why?”

“Because we were going to show them.” Jinx replied. “We were going to show them all.”

You felt the power in her words, the firm belief that she would show them whatever it was she was trying to prove. Would she die for this? You didn’t doubt she would go that far. Would she kill for this? You slowly looked up at the ceiling, thinking about the operating room the man you loved was currently in.

It seemed like she had already killed one of two people she held closest to her, just to ensure that it would be done. You let out a quiet sigh. Everything was too much right now. If you didn’t figure out a way to ease the situation, you’d end up going to Sevika and asking for one of her special cigars. You had a mixed relationship with those things. On one hand, they instantly took away any stress you were feeling, but on the other hand the last time you took a smoke break with her you thought that the chairs were secretly mimics that were trying to eat you. Sevika had managed to take care of you despite having a lot more than you did.

“It’s late. Let’s… go to bed, yeah?” You gently tugged her to her feet, leading her over to the hammock on the other side of the main tube.

Xxxx

Later on you were shaken awake by Sevika. “Hey. Been looking for you.” She said, sitting down next to you. You shifted slightly, making room for her. You leaned on her side, mindful of her injuries from her fight with Vi. “Have you heard?”

“Yeah. Found out about an hour after I woke up. No one knows the story but… I assume it has to do with the girl.” Sevika nodded her head in Jinx’s direction. Jinx was still curled up under the sheets, asleep. You nodded. “She shot him.”

“She wha–”

“Shh!” You quickly clamped a hand over Sevika’s mouth. You glanced back at Jinx and let out a quiet sigh that she hadn’t been disturbed. “Look. She’s in a very fragile state right now. She doesn’t need us getting up after her. She needs something to lean on.” You said quietly.

Sevika glanced between you and Jinx before sighing and nodding. You slowly removed your hand. “Jinx kidnapped Caitlin, Vi, and Silco and brought them into the old warehouse down by the docks with a direct view of Piltover. I sent a few guys to go look over there, their reports are probably on my desk.” You shifted closer to Sevika and she wrapped an arm around you. You rested your head on her shoulder and sighed, grateful for her steady presence in a time where everything seemed like it was about to crumble under your feet. “I don’t know what happened there, but I can’t assume it’s anything good. I’m guessing some kind of fight broke out? I don’t know, she won’t talk about it. She said that she had shot him, and she didn’t mean to. That’s where my theory about the fight comes in. And then she… blew up the council.”

“She blew up the council? She kidnapped the council as well???”

“No, no. She only kidnapped those three. She had a missile launcher of sorts that she built. That shark gun of hers that she’d been working on. She said that she used a hexgem and fired the missile. I don’t know what happened after.”

“I do.” Sevika said, her tone implying nothing good. “Three council members died. Another council member rendered severely injured. And there’s word there's another dead but it’s not a council member. I don’t know who it is.”

“Three council members dead, one severely injured, and an innocent dead.” You felt like everything was suddenly going to shit. There was no steady ground to fall back on. “What the hell is going on? I thought we were making progress? I thought we were finally going to be able to have something- something peaceful!” Sevika gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I have good news.” She offered.

“Only the bad council members died?”

“Uh. Partially? But that’s not the good news I’m taking about.”

“You have a time machine that can reverse everything that just happened.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have flirted with Silco in that bar about fifteen years ago.”

“Oh right, that beautiful femme lesbian you thought you saw?”

“Shut up.”

“Ha! Okay okay, what’s the good news?”

“Silco pulled through. He’s in recovery.” You jolted up, jostling the hammock and causing Sevika to put her foot down on the ground to stabilize the hammock before you all fell into the cavern below the large propeller. “He what?!” You exclaimed, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

“He pulled through. Doctors say he’s stable for now. They put him into a medically induced coma–”

“What?! Why????”

Now it was Sevika’s turn to clamp her hand over your mouth and keep you quiet. “Y/n, please. I know you’re worried about him but you need to listen to me before you go trying to rush in. Okay?”

You nodded but she still didn’t remove her hand from your mouth.

“They put him in a medically induced coma because otherwise he’d be in too much pain to function. Fractured rib, nicked the top of his liver, and put a hole in his stomach. Pretty bad from what I heard, but somehow he pulled through. He lost two liters of blood.”

“Thhoo…?” came your muffled reply.

“Just about. He should’ve died. A man his size losing two liters? If the bullets didn’t hit some major organ the blood loss would’ve gotten to him.” Sevika shrugged. “But he’s stubborn.” The larger woman turned to face you. “There’s a chance that he got an infection, so they cleaned out the wounds and put him in a sterile room. No visitors just yet.”

“What?” You pulled her hand away from your mouth. “But what about–”

“Not even you. I know you want to be there for him, but we can’t risk it.” Sevika gently held your wrists, lowering them onto your lap. “I know it’s hard. But give him two days to recover on his own.. Then we can go visit him, okay?” Sevika’s words were comforting. She knew how to be strong in the face of danger, in the face of chaos. Right now she was the rock holding steady above water while the river rushed all around her. All you could do was cling on until the water stilled. You sighed and stayed silent, letting yourself lay on Sevika’s side until you fell asleep again.

Xxx

It had been a long two days of waiting. You tried to busy yourself with work, but hardly anyone was going out on dangerous jobs lately with the sudden loss of Silcos guiding presence. This meant that you didn’t have any patients to tend to, leaving you alone with your thoughts. When you tried to focus on your plants you’d get so wrapped up in worry that you nearly drowned the cactus. Your mother immediately reported the cactus before it could take in too much water and booted you out of the shop. It seemed like no one really wanted you anywhere. But that wasn’t the case.

As of recent, Jinx had been coming to you more often. The girl seemed… calmer. It was strange. Everytime it seemed like she’d slip into one of her manic episodes, she seemed to just… calm down? It was strange. Did I mention that it was strange? Because it was. Jinx, despite the close-death of her third father figure, was handling this very well. It was like Silco’s gunshot wounds had been nothing more than a broken bone that would heal when given time.

Right now Jinx had kidna—… had borrowed you for a hang out session. You adamantly refused to let her get anywhere near your hair. Last time Jinx handled scissors was when she caught Sevika while she was sleeping. The end result was so disastrous that they ended up giving Sevika a sort of undercut. In all honesty? She rocked it. That night was a good distraction from the worry that had plagued you every minute of every hour of your every waking moment. But now, it was the moment you’d waited far too long for. You’d even waited for the late afternoon when you thought he’d be awake.

As the elevator lifted you up to the hospital floor, you couldn’t help but reach back into your pocket and rub the coin from your father. ‘For good luck.’ You told yourself, taking deep breath after deep breath to calm the trembling in your hands that spread to your arms. If you let yourself get too freaked out you’d start twitching. After accidentally burning yourself on the stove during one of your zone outs, you learned the hard way to stay calm.

The doors dinged and you walked through them without hesitation. You’d waited two days. You wouldn’t wait a moment longer to see the man you… the man you loved. You decided. Despite being together for only a short time, you’d fallen hard for him. And if it took a near life-taking experience to make you realize that, you weren’t going to waste another minute denying it. If you did, you feared life would give you another horrifying event just to solidify it.

Almost as if he knew that you would be there, Dr. Chaplin was standing outside the room, clipboard in hand. You took a calming breath before approaching, all but holding your hand in your heart. “How is he?” You asked.

“He’s stable. We narrowly avoided an infection, and he’s taken to the blood.” Dr. Chaplin says with a warm smile. He tapped the clipboard. “Obviously, he needs to take it easy. We haven’t woken him just yet, we’re slowly weaning him off the drugs.”

You slowly nodded, everything feeling like it was being said in another room. All you could make out was the fact that he was stable, and that he was still in the coma. You nodded and glanced at the door behind him. “So I can uh… go in…?”

Dr. Chaplin chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, you can go in. Ever the impatient one, huh?” He moved and opened the door partially for you.

The moment you stepped into the room, the world seemed to fade into grey. The sterile white of the room was unnerving. Everything in that room was some varying shade of white. For a color so vibrant it somehow managed to make everything lifeless. And it was oh so cold. Your torn jeans obviously wouldn’t help here. Not even your work boots or that worn down leather jacket you favored for the cold temperature of your office seemed to warm you up. What didn’t help was the various machines laying around, almost as if the doctors were preparing for everything to go wrong. A trach kit was laying on the desk. Were they expecting him to have sudden trouble breathing? Next to it was a clear bag, allowing you to see its contents. Tubes, needles, and sanitizing wipes. Based on the size of the tubes and the needles, you assumed it to be for a blood transfusion. Your eyes scanned over the room, not yet wanting to see Silco in this state. Large machines. Monitors with various vitals on them. The constant, steady beep of the heart monitor keeps you stable at this moment. Any other time you’d be annoyed at a constant sound just echoing through a silent space but right now, that sound was the only thing keeping you sane before you started breaking down.

Slowly you walked over. The clack of your shoes on the tile floor was loud. Too loud. Somehow the bed seemed so far. One step. Two steps. Three. Four. Five.

When you reached his bedside and looked down your knees buckled and you had to grab onto the side bars of the hospital bed in order to keep yourself steady. He looked frail. Close to death. Silco’s age hadn’t shown too well on the man. Of course there were his wrinkles, the greying of hair, but he never looked old. No. Not grandpa old or turning to dust at any moment old. But here, Silco looked like he would fade away at any minute. His skin was far too pale for him. Sweat was dripping down onto the sheets, and it looked like his skin was just slapped onto his body, loose and falling off. His cheekbones were sharp, as if they’d cut through his skin at any minute. His eyes sunken in. On his left eye was a strange little cup. Upon closer inspection you realized it was full of fluid. This was probably done so his eye wouldn’t get irritated, and a doctor or a nurse wouldn’t have to be on standby giving him eye drops every so often. You glanced down at his lips, and for a moment you pictured the blood that he had been choking on. His ragged gasps as he struggled to get air into his lungs. Your gaze drifted further down to his chest where the bullet wounds were. Underneath that thin hospital gown was his small body. You could imagine the ugly scars the gun would leave behind. It’d only been three days if you included today. By now the white blood cells were fighting any infections in the wound. New blood vessels were forming to supply the healing area, the whole kit and kaboodle. The wounds were probably swollen and an angry shade of red. You shut your eyes tightly and shook your head. Any more of this imagining the wounds on his stomach and you’d empty your stomach.

‘Next after the initial phase and the inflammatory phase is the proliferative phase.’ Your mind supplied.

‘Not the time.’ You shot back, gritting your teeth.

‘And then the remodeling phase.’ It spoke up again. If the factual voice in your head was a person, you swear you could picture it wearing a sort of smug look on its face.

‘Okay okay. Remodeling phase, got it. Anything else you want to add, smart ass?’

Silence.

‘Thank god.’

‘Then there’s aftercare.’

You groaned and rubbed your knuckles over your left temple as if that would shut up the voice.

“Don’t hurt yourself doing that.”

Your head snapped up to look at Silco, but it seemed like he hadn’t spoken. But the voice sounded so similar to his. You sighed and rubbed your face. You haven't slept well since that night with Sevika and Jinx. Even then you are woken up every so often by some small noise. At one point you gave up on sleep and just started reading through Jinx’s notes, hoping maybe trying to understand the complicated language would dull you enough to get to sleep. In the end you combed over it so often you understood how to accelerate an explosion using hextech and how to destabilize the stable version of the hextech gemstones. You couldn’t really do anything with that information. As many people as you’ve helped to kill with the use of your plant’s, you were still a healer above all else. Your job was to heal. You looked down at Silco.

You pulled up a stool next to his bed, and laid your chin atop the bed rails. Your hand reached out to hold his, feeling the skin smoothed over his ligaments and tendons. You could feel the way your body heat started to seep into his skin. He always was naturally cold.

“Hey…”

You blinked and looked behind you. Jinx was standing there, not in her usual wear. The blue haired girl was sporting a large, faded brown sweater with knitted stars, and purple sweatpants. Her braids were slightly ruffled. She probably hadn’t redone them in a while. She picked up one of the armchairs, nudging you with her elbow. At first you thought she was asking you to scoot over before she sighed and set down the armchair, grabbing your arm and dragging you to sit down in it.

“If you’re feeling how I think you’re feeling, I doubt you’ll be leaving anytime soon.” She said as she brought over a second armchair for herself. She was right, you had to admit. You’d been too far from him for too long. You weren’t going to leave him anytime soon. Jinx sat down in her chair, curling up on herself. “I can practically hear your thoughts from over here, toots. You wanna lay it on me?” She asked. In another world it would’ve been almost ironic, a mentally unstable person offering to be your stability in this moment. But the person asking was Jinx. The girl who you’d always thought of like some estranged daughter that wormed her way into your heart. You let out a quiet sigh and reached into your pocket, pulling out the familiar shiny coin. You held it on your middle and index finger, rubbing it with your thumb. ‘I feel like this is somehow my fault.’ You wanted to say. But how terrible would that be to start off this conversation? Telling the person that actually shot your boyfriend that you felt like it was your fault. ‘Way to inadvertently play the villain when the real victim was right there.’ Your mind chided you. You sighed and held the coin in the palm of your hand, clenching your fist before opening it again.

“I feel…”

“Guilty.”

“What?”

“It’s written on your face. You feel like you were the one holding the gun, dontcha?”

“I- what? No that- Jinx I didn’t- I mean-”

Jinx chuckled as if you had said something funny. “No, I get it. Feeling like it was your fault even though you couldn’t really predict the outcome. You couldn’t control how everything happened. That’s just how the cookie crumbles.” She paused, and you watched in real time as the subtle smile on her face slowly began to fall contemplative, and then morphed into a sad frown. “You really shouldn’t feel guilty. We know who really pulled the trigger.” Jinx glanced down at her hands. You could only watch in silence as she clenched and unclenched her fists. “What you should feel is anger. I don’t get why you haven’t started yelling and screaming at me yet. Why you haven’t, oh I don’t know. Punched me in the face, called me a Jinx, and sent me spiraling into mania.”

“Jinx I would ne–”

“I know. That’s what makes this so much worse.” She admitted.

“What?” You tilted your head, confused. You didn’t understand where she was going with this. You didn’t understand what she meant. You knew that she had expected you to act like Vi who had abandoned her for the very same reason so many years ago. Because she had killed the people they loved. The only people they had left in this world. But you hadn’t. You didn’t punch her, you didn’t yell at her, hell you had yet to even consider blaming her. So why would this make it worse…?

“I keep expecting you to lash out at me. Everytime were in a room together. Every time it’s a smidge too quiet or when you move too suddenly. I see your hand and I can almost picture it flying at my face but instead all you’ve done is pull me into a hug and put your hand on my shoulder.” She fiddled with one of the cuffs on her braids. “The other night when you had gotten frustrated, I felt this… relief? I thought that finally you’d take it out on me, and I wouldn’t have to be so tense around you anymore, just waiting for you to explode. But you just took a deep breath and moved on.”

Oh.

Oh.

This was not a good realization at all. Did she really want you to get mad at her? You could only stare at her while she started to undo one of her braids. She was expecting it. Anticipating it almost. That was… something. You stared down the coin in your hand. You couldn’t think of anyone who would know what to say. Someone who was good at this kind of comforting. Your plants maybe. But it's not like you could just bring your potted broadleaf evergreen bonsai tree and ask her to tell him everything she’d told you. What worked for you wouldn’t work for her and you knew it. You two were insanely different people. Jinx didn’t seem to believe just words on their own either. Actions were what she understood the best.

You let out a quiet breath and pushed your armchair up to hers before gently tugging at her sweater sleeve and pulling her onto your chair. She curled up on your left, burying her face into the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shoot him. I… I just wanted Vi back.” She whispered.

You gently carded your fingers through her hair, reaching over to help undo the second braid.

“I know dear, I know.”

“That stupid Piltie… she got in the way of everything.”

You paused. “What Piltie?”

“Caitlin Kiramman.” She all but spat out the name. “She’s Vi’s little replacement for me.”

You continued to comb your fingers through her hair. “Replacement? What do you m–”

“Cupcake, she calls her. Tch. She’s just sooo smitten for that damn girl.” Jinx scoffed. “I know that look in Vi’s face. The same one she had every time we’d go to that bread canteen place when we were younger. She’d always say that she liked going there because they had sales, but I knew she just liked flirting with the girl behind the counter. Vivexa.”

“She had a crush on a bread baker?”

“Yeah. She was like- wayyy older than us too. But Vi didn’t care. She would always go see her on our grocery runs. She always thought she was so smooth too. The only reason Vivexa entertained it is because she thought it was cute the way Vi would stutter halfway through some cheesy pick up line she heard in an alleyway.”

“You didn’t approve?”

“Of course I didn’t. Vivexa had green hair. Green and red hair, can you imagine how bland their babies would look? Just like- the worst shades of brown. Plus! Vivexa didn’t like brownies. What the heck kinda baker doesn’t like brownies??? She was such a red flag.” Jinx huffed.

You chuckled and looked up at Silco. He’d probably pretend to be annoyed by Jinx’s rant. He always pretended that he didn’t care as much as he really did. It was cute seeing him try to play off the fact that he was listening. Whenever you got to the huge plot twist his eye would widen and he would grab onto his tie as if he was clutching his pearls in a dangerous alley. You didn’t follow that thought for long, because Jinx was ready to keep you occupied with her storytelling.

“Anyways. I don’t like that little girlfriend of hers. She’s an enforcer. Yeah! Yeah! An enforcer! Like- the people who killed our parents. The ones that force us to live in conditions like this and blame us for every little mishap. I mean seriously, what kid looks outside their window and sees an Enforcer practically beating down a Zauntite and thinks ‘I want to be one of them when I grow up!’” She exclaimed, making exaggerated hand motions to convey just how flabbergasted she felt by the reveal that her sister had a crush on a cop. “It’s insane! More insane than I am! What is she thinking? A freaking Enforcer. I would’ve rather had her date stupid brownie-hater Vivexa.” Jinx grumbles quietly. “Anyways, back to my story. So Vi and her little cupcake get kidnapped by the firelights, and– oh you won’t believe who’s the one that organized it.”

“Ekko?”

“Yes, the owl-ish bastard. I didn’t even realize it at first. I was so distracted that one moment I had Vi and the hextech. Then stupid Kiramman came and I thought she was trying to take Vi away from me. By then I realized what was going on, both Vi and the hextech were taken and I…lost it.” Jinx paused to remember what came next before continuing. “Most of it’s a blur for me. I remember fighting on the bridge with Ekko, then the explosion, and then shimmer. A lot of it. Way too much of it.” She shivered, rubbing her arms. If you looked closely, you could see the magenta shine the girl had on her cheeks. Whatever Singed had done had made her body adapt to the shimmer in a very weird way. It was like she was producing shimmer. It was in her tears, her blood when you had patched her up after Caitlin managed to nick her arm, and you suspected it was probably running through a dozen other of her body systems. She had been through so much already, just for her to now constantly be running on a drug. You couldn’t imagine how much that was impacting her.

“After that,” She continued. “I went to go find everyone. I found Silco at Vander’s statue. He was talking about me.”

“Oh. And then you-”

“Yeah. I grabbed him. Then I went and tracked down Vi. I found her fighting with Sevika. They both got banged up pretty good. Made it easy for me to sneak up on Vi and grab her.”

“And what about the Kiramman girl?”

“Grabbed her while she was in the shower.”

“Oh.”

“Not my proudest moment, I’ll admit. Figuring out how to get that uniform on her was difficult. I don’t know why Pilties use so many clips and fancy hidden zippers. So confusing.” Jinx shook her head. “Anyways. I got them all together in that warehouse, and decorated it really nicely. Did ya know that Vi thought I was crazy enough to serve her Caitlin? Like- as a snack?” Jinx snorted.

“Considering you kidnapped her and brought her to a deranged tea party, I think she’s right to think that.” You countered.

“Okay, okay I see your point.”

“Alright. So you brought them all together at the table, then what?”

“I offered Vi a choice. She gets rid of Caitlin, and she could have good ol’ Powder back.”

You paused, trying to imagine that. “You would’ve gone with Vi if she got rid of Caitlin? And do what? Go where?”

Jinx shrugged. “That would’ve been up to Vi.”

“Mm. I assume she chose Caitlin?”

“Actually we never got to choose. She couldn’t decide between that little brat and me, kept begging us both not to hurt each other. And Caitlin, that little goose, she tried to shoot me. With my own minigun.” Jinx snorted. “Would’ve been ironic for me to die at the hands of my own weapon. The person holding the weapon was the only other person my sister cared about. Anyways, this shimmer running through my veins makes me fast. I managed to disarm her before she even realized I’d moved. I haven’t figured out all of its effects, but so far it’s amplified everything I am. Obviously you’d think this would cause some trouble between my body system and the sudden production of a new fluid that would just be running through my veins, but from what I’ve noticed, it’s like the shimmer lies dormant until I’m in danger. It’s almost like a constant stream of adrenaline that I control.”

You listened intently to Jinx’s story, wanting to know everything that had led up to the incident. Everything seemed so wildly unbelievable but you knew it had happened. The way she explained things made it seem like it had all happened in the span of maybe one or two days but as it turns out, this happened in the span of less than two hours. Kidnapping them, bringing them to the tea party and shooting… him, and then blowing up the councilors tower.

“I won’t bore you with the science, mostly because I haven’t figured it out yet. But uhm.” Jinx sighed, finally getting to that part. “Vi and Silco started yelling, trying to tell me who I was and- and that I could be who I wanted to be but they both wanted me to be specific to them. It became too much and when I saw Silco about to shoot Vi I just reacted…”

“And you fired.” You finished. Jinx nodded. “I can guess what happened from there, don’t worry. I won’t make you talk about this anymore.” You gently petted the top of her head. You could tell this was weighing a lot on her, but there was something she wasn’t sharing with you yet. “What are you going to do, Jinx?” You asked carefully.

“Finish what I started. Lead the war in Silco’s stead.”

You looked down at her. “Will I be seeing you anytime soon?”

“I wouldn’t count on it toots. Fighting a war against Piltover is going to take everything I’ve got.”

You slowly nodded. “I’ll miss you.”

“I know. Try not to miss me too much, yeah?”

“Impossible. You’re my daughter.”

Jinx paused and looked up at you. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. But look, we’re together, aren’t we? You, and I, and Silco. So let’s just enjoy this moment.” With that, you and Jinx both settled in for the night, letting the beeping of Silco’s heart monitor lure you to sleep.

Xxxx

The next few days were filled with the same cycle. Clock in, do some work, have lunch with Sevika who you’re pretty sure only did that to make sure you ate, go back to work, clock out, rinse off, and go to Silco’s hospital room. You could be found there most of the time. There was even a cot there for you with some pillows and blankets because of how often you would sleep there. Silco had yet to fully wake up. There had been a few moments when he’d been conscious, but unable to talk due to the tube in his throat. Fortunately the doctors had determined him able to breathe on his own, removing the tube from his throat. A nurse had stayed with you that day to make sure Silco’s lungs didn’t suddenly decide they were tired of breathing in air. She was good company, telling you stories about her crazy residency when she first started working for Silco. Gunshot wounds almost every other day. Reattaching limbs that had been sliced clean off by a certain someone’s blade. (Cough cough, Sevika, cough cough.) And even having to use a pig in order to filter clean blood into a patient who’s immune system had been compromised.

The stories kept your mind off the thought of Silco’s suddenly not being able to breathe. The next day she was gone, leaving you alone again with your thoughts. Silco had woken up again that day. At first you could see him freak out because of the fluid-filled container over his left eye, but upon seeing you at his side he relaxed. You’d managed to tell him that he was currently in the hospital recovering and that everything was going to be fine before he was out like a light again.

It would happen about four more times, those bouts of consciousness until today.

“A-are you still here?” He rasped, startling you out of your power nap. You shot up out of the armchair where you'd been sitting and rushed over to his bedside. “Yes. Yes I’m right here, I’m right here dear.” You brushed your hair out of your face, leaning in to where he could see you clearly. You could see the small hint of a smile on his lips before it was covered by a wince.

“Don’t strain yourself. You’re still in recovery.” You whispered, reaching over to the nightstand and pouring him a glass of water. You only let him drink a little, knowing that too much water might overwhelm his body.

“Jinx…?” He said after taking a few sips. His voice sounded better. Not as scratchy and croaky now.

“Alive and well. She’s been working on a project of hers in the lab last I heard.”

“What is… she…?”

“She’s leading the rebellion against Piltover.”

Silco let out rapid, breathy sounds that you realized was him laughing. You smiled and tilted your head. “What’s so funny?”

“Feels like… yest…erday. She was…” He took a shaky breath in as if saying five words had him winded. “Making… the dolls fight. Piltover vs Zaun.

“And now she’s leading the real thing.”

Silco gave a curt nod. “Tell me. The sister… and the girl.”

“Both alive. I can’t imagine you know about the bombing at the councilors tower, do you?”

“No. Tell me.”

“Jinx blew up the tower in the middle of a meeting. Killed councilors Irius Bolbok, Torman Hoskel, and Caitlin's mother, Cassandra Kiramman. Piltover was devastated. I hear they had a large funeral for Councilor Kiramman, and they erected a statue in honor of the three dead councilors. But at the unveiling, there was a catastrophic attack. Many innocents and Enforcers died. I haven’t figured out who attacked the memorial, but whoever they are, they were quick and deadly. Did as much damage as they could in such a short time.”

“Fire lights?”

“No. This is far beyond anything they could do.”

“Mm.”

You looked at Silco’s face. He was struggling to stay awake. You took his hand and squeezed it. “Sleep, dear. You need your rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Xxx

It was a while before Silco would be able to stay awake for longer. But in a week time he was back to functioning like he was before. Or, close to. If he was moved around it had to be in a wheelchair to avoid stressing his injuries. He was on a strict diet that would provide him enough nutrients for his body to use as fuel to continue the healing process. He needed to have a nurse or doctor on standby in case he suddenly started to crash, and right now you were discussing physical therapy with another doctor. While the bullets hadn’t nicked his spine or his legs so he could walk fine, bending over to grab things or straining his arm or back muscles too much would cause immense pain. You could see the pain on his face when he breathed in too deeply. As good of an actor as he was, he couldn’t hide from you.

For now, to keep him from trying to injure himself doing something he wasn’t supposed to, you two stuck to his office to help Jinx from there while she embarked on some kind of quest unknown to you both. You’d make sure she had resources, people, information, whatever she required. But for some reason she’d chosen to lay low. She wouldn’t tell Silco or even you what she was planning, but she’d kept Sevika along. From what you’d heard, she’d gained a new little apprentice. Jinx promised you’d meet her one day. They’d been going from place to place on little missions. You could only hope Sevika would be able to keep them both safe.

“You worry too much.” Silco spoke up.

You turned and gave him a half-hearted glare. “Like you’re any better. You think she doesn’t know what you’re doing by having Sevika so close?”

“Okay, but I’ve been keeping us informed have I not? Without Sevika telling us what’s been going on you would’ve gained a streak of grey hair.” Silco pointed out.

You knew he was right, but you weren’t going to admit that. “Alright well, where’s our boys on the ground? They’re supposed to report to us in about…” You looked down and checked your watch. “Three hours ago. That’s worrying.”

“You know Radar wouldn’t be late unless he had a good reason for it. The man is a stickler for being on time.”

“That’s exactly why I’m worried.” You muttered to yourself. You sighed and moved over to the bookshelf, glancing through everything he had available to read. You might as well busy yourself until something interesting happens.

Interesting only happened to be three hours and twenty minutes later.

Radar burst through the doors, a weird looking gas mask on his face. He ripped it off and gasped for air. “The Enforcers! Here!” He exclaimed, stumbling forward to grab onto the desk and keep himself upright. You and Silco shared a look.

“Enforcers, here?” Silco raised an eyebrow. “Who are they looking for?”

“Who else but your daughter?” Radar scoffed, wiping the blood off his face with the cuff of his sleeve.

“I’m assuming they didn’t find her.”

“Of course not! But that didn’t stop them from gassing the damn place.”

Oh. Shit.

“...they did what.” Silco growled. You glanced over and could see the anger in his face. His hands were digging into the wood of the desk.

“Gassed us! I’m walking down the street when I hear yelling. I go to see what’s happening and I see an Enforcer and their little squad yelling at the old Rat-tats gang. I try to go over and diffuse the situation but then they just bring out this canister and the next thing I know the entire thing fills up with green smoke like we're in Ghostbusters! I couldn’t breathe at all, I felt like I was back in the mines looking for the green slabs.”

You shuddered. Your father had told you about the green slabs. The most valuable of all the minerals in the mines. It was found all the way into the deepest caverns where you had to have oxygen tanks in order to mine because the smoke was too thick to breathe through. From the way he was describing it, it seemed like it was essentially waterboarding down there. You glanced over at Silco. He had a glossy look in his eyes, as if he was remembering what he had gone through. He had worked down there. You looked him up and down. He would’ve been smaller, scrawnier. He was one of the people that would’ve been able to fit through the claustrophobic tunnels, even with an oxygen tank strapped to his back and a large flashlight on his hip. You turned back to Radar.

“The people of Piltover deserve to breathe it in just as much as we do.” You said firmly. “Radar, call a nurse to watch over Silco. I have to go back home for a few hours. I’ll be back.” You said before storming out.

Radar looked between you and Silco, obviously stunned before reaching over to Silco’s phone and dialing the hospital.

Xxx

“Sweetheart you can’t be serious.” You father coughed, following you through the greenhouse into your little area where you’d tinker with your machines.

“Just tell me about the mines again.”

“You can’t do this. The people of Piltover will die if they breathe in what we breathe in.”

“So I’ll make it less concentrated.” You retorted, snatching your humidifier off the shelf and opening it up to take out the empty vile inside.

“Just how far are you going to take this?” He coughed again, prompting you to reach over to the switch on your right. The windows suddenly opened up, allowing fresh air into the stuffy shack. You hadn’t been in there a while, leaving everything in a layer of dust. Your father breathed in the fresh air gratefully before turning back to you.

“As far as it needs to go!” You replied, staring down at the machine in your hands. Gassing the undercity? Just what were they thinking?

“I won’t let you do this. I won’t let you devote yourself to pointless revenge. All it’s going to lead to is more revenge.”

“Well I’m tired of taking this, okay? The revolutions have already begun. I’m not just going to wait for Jinx to make her move, I’m going to make moves of my own.”

“What about Silco and Jinx?”

You paused. “...what about them?”

“Think about how this will backfire onto them. You unleashing a bioweapon onto Piltover. Who will they think did it? They don’t even know your name. All they’ll see is the destruction, and they’ll start gunning for Silco and Jinx more than ever. You need to lay low.”

“We can’t just–”

“You will. If you want to keep him and that girl safe, then you’ll do what's best and you won’t put them in any unnecessary danger because of some impulsive action.”

You sighed and stared down at the machine in your hands. For a moment, you could see how it’d be mistaken for one of Jinx’s.You contemplated your fathers words for a few moments. Silco couldn’t handle any additional stress right now. He was barely recovering. Throwing yourself into the fray would kill him. And Jinx… whatever she, her apprentice, and Sevika was planning was already dangerous enough that they were keeping her and Silco out of it. You let out a disappointed sigh and set down the machine. “Okay. I’ll stay out of it.”

“That’s my girl. Now, your mother wants you to take this little dish she whipped up for your boyfriend.”

You groaned, letting your head fall onto the desk. As soon as your mother found out you had a boyfriend she was borderline obsessed with meeting him and making sure you two were hitched as soon as possible. “What did she make this time?”

“Pecan pie.”

“Silco is allergic to pecans.”

“What? Is he actually?”

“Yeah. He’s also allergic to macadamia nuts.”

“Almonds?”

“Surprisingly no. He loved Almond Joys.”

“The eye of Zaun himself, loves Almond Joys?”

“What?” You looked up at your dad, one eyebrow raised in judgement. “Did you think his favorite candy would be cocaine?”

“More like blue rock candy.”

You furrowed your brow, even more confused. “Why blue rock candy?”

“Looks like crystal meth.”

You groaned and let your head fall back onto the desk. “Really? You really need to stop watching so much Breaking Bad.”

“You laughed.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not!”

“Okay okay, lemme think of another one.”

And that’s how you ended up staying an extra thirty minutes just listening to your father try to make puns of a crime lords favorite candy. In the end you didn;t have the heart to tell him that Silco’s favorite candy was the Mint Chocolate Chip Kit Kats. He was a weird fellow.

Xxx

When you returned back to Silco, your mother insisted you still take him something, thus leading her to emergency bake muffins. So with the still red hot tray of muffins, you walked into your shared room and set them down on the dining room table.

“Silco?”

“He’s in the bedroom.”

You looked up and saw the nurse from a few days ago. “Oh, hey. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Radar phoned and said you needed someone to watch Silco for a few hours.”

“Ah, right. How’d that go?”

“He got away from me twice. Managed to catch him sneaking out the third time.”

You chuckled. “Sounds like hiim. Well, thank you for watching him.”

“Of course”

“Will I see you at work tomorrow?” You asked.

“No, I’m working a graveyard shift.”

“Ah, thoughts and prayers then.”

“Thank you, I’ll need them.” She smiled at you before she left.

You walked over to the bedroom, finding Silco on the bed with papers scattered about. You walked over and sat down on the bed. “So, what’s all this about?” You leaned over to get a better look.

“Everything that’s happened in both Zaun and Piltover in my absence.” He replied. He moved some of the papers over so that you could sit next to him. You moved over, carefully leaning against him so you didn’t jostle his wounds. You laid your head on his shoulder and looked at the reports from his workers, and even newspaper clippings. “You should be taking it easy.” You chided him.

“Take it easy while my daughter leads the revolution that will change everyone's lives?” Silco chuckled. “Comical.”

You rolled your eyes and moved up to kiss his cheek.

“I nearly die and all I get once I recover is one measly kiss on the cheek?” He raised an eyebrow. You scoffed and leaned in to kiss his cheek again when he turned and captured your lips in a proper kiss. You broke off the kiss to laugh before he grabbed you and pulled you back in for another kiss. You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck, that familiar pose you find yourself in whenever you’re alone with him.

What wasn’t familiar, was the sudden shift in positions where he was underneath you. The entirety of your time together, Silco had always insisted on being on top. Never outspoken, but it was something you could always interpret through his actions. He would have you laying down, kneeling, or even crawling one time, but never had he ever let you be on top. Even when you were on his lap, he’d only let you stay there for a few moments before pushing you onto the table and taking over. If you took a step back and thought about it, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. You had seen the fear in his eyes so long ago that time you’d tried to get on top. You couldn’t truly understand it at first until later that night when Silco had fallen asleep. You’d turned onto your back and imagined having someone above you, leaning over you with bad intentions. It was then you realized, Vander had stood over him like this so long ago. When he held Silco down by the neck and tried to drown him. After that you hadn’t tried to get on top.

But right now, as he kept you in that kiss, he seemed content with having you there above him. His hands held your hips steady. You didn’t dare try anything, not wanting to startle him with any sudden moves. He didn’t seem to be happy with that, grabbing your wrist and guiding it under his shirt. You pulled away slightly, giving him an inquisitive look.

“Touch me.” He whispered. You felt your breath catch in your throat. He was… begging you to touch him. Silco. Begging. Silco never begged. Silco only demanded, ordered, maybe even requesting. But it was never really a request. Now, with the pupils in both his blue and his orange eye. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe what you’d just heard.

“Do I need to say it again?” Silco asked. He grabbed you by the collar, bringing you closer until hi slips were ghosting yours. “I want you to touch me.”

Hearing it for the second time was just as astounding as hearing it the first. But it wasn’t exactly right. This isn’t how you wanted to hear it. You leaned up over him, carefully learning back to make sure that you weren’t smothering him.

“Beg for it.” You said quietly. You were treading on dangerous territory, if you made a single misstep, you could blow everything. At first the lack of reply started to worry you when Silco spoke.

“Please touch me.” He whispered. You sat up on your knees, moving to unbutton his red button up, and pulled the flaps of the shirt away from his skin. Your eyes caught the square patches over his bullet wounds and a pained expression crossed your face. You ran your hands up and down his sides, carefully avoiding the areas around the wounds. The sight was a fucked up acute triangles. Two shots in the upper torso. One right on the underside of his right pectoral. Another about two inches down his right pectoral, laying right atop his ninth rib, where his costal margin should be. And the third was far below those two, about an inch and a half below the belly button. You shook your head to get that train of thought out before you refocused on Silco. You moved your hands up to his pecs, slowly trailing down to his bellybutton, and then to the subtle indent just above his belt.

You leaned forward on your hands, placing them on either side of his head. He reached up to hold your sides again.You looked down and realized you were wearing far too many clothes for this. You made quick work of your jacket and shirt, kicking off your pants as well. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver. You felt his hands start to move up and down your sides before moving up to your chest. At first you thought he was going for your bra, when he rested his hand on the topside of your breast. He didn’t squeeze it, nor did he tease it like he normally would. He just kept his hand there. You were confused until you realized that he was feeling your heartbeat. It was rather fast considering you were getting intimate with him. You reached up to cup his hand.

“Everything okay, dear?”

“You’re real.”

You blinked, not expecting that kind of response. “What?”

“You’re real.” He whispered again, as if repeating himself would somehow make you understand.

“Of course I’m real.” You replied, not knowing where this was coming from. “I’m here. Right here with you.”

“I had… a terrible dream in that coma.”

Oh. That’s where this was coming from. “Do you want to tell me about it?” You asked, still not moving from where you sat atop him.

“No. Not yet.” He admitted. He let go of your chest, taking your hand and moving it to cup his cheek. “I think I’d rather just lay here and enjoy this moment with you, if you don’t mind.”

You smiled down at him. “How could I resist that kind of request?” You moved off him, scooting closer to lay on your side facing him. You laid one arm over his waist, mindful of where his wounds were. You two laid like that for a while, just holding each other while the world passed you by. It was a nice, quiet moment. Maybe one of the lasts you’d have for a while. You didn’t want to dwell on that thought for long. For now, you’d live in the moment. Having Silco’s warm body pressed up against yours, while you two slowly drifted off.

I capped this at, 10,396 words. I hope yall enjoyed, I worked hard to write this. Took a lot longer than expected, but that’s because I was asked for a ten thousand word MINIMUM. Anyways it came out fairly well. As always I hope you liked it, leave a request in my inbox, and tag any tags you think should be added. Can’t wait to hear from you.

[triglycercule]

i love that the murder time trio all have dangerous little greetings. horror has his little hand drill thing. killer puts a knife up his sleeve and then does a little switcharoo. dust INSTINCTIVELY shoots whoever he sees with a bone. no greeting whatsoever. so just imagine how things go on a first meeting or whatever. immediately horror and killer have to dodge bones from dust and horror's like hey wtf man. mildly irritated but he just met these guys so he's willing to forgive. he's not gonna lose his cool in front of these two random ass guys even though one just tried to kill him. killer just has that dumbass smile on his face like always (but he was intrigued when dust did that. like who tries to kill someone on first sight?? he's curious now :3)

and then theyre all just standing together and staring for a moment and horror sticks out his hand. killer takes the bait but then he just points a knife to horror's stolen eye once he realizes that he got duped and his other hand is now currently being drilled into. dust didn't shake either of their hands because he could see the drill and tell that killer had something off about him in general. but he does give a tiny smile when he sees the state that the two r in rn with the drill and knife. it's an eensy bit funny in his eyes

least violent mtt interaction

[bugisbonkerz]

”you should watch dhmis”

“oh okay what’s the plot”

“idk”

[stairset]

I think the portrayal of Spider-Man 2099 in Across the Spider-Verse is in-character in that aside from like Shattered Dimensions he's always been portrayed as a bit of an asshole who slips into anti-hero territory at times and generally has a "needs of the many over the needs of the few" mindset and given his specific circumstances in the movie it's not unreasonable to think he could take the actions he does. However it does kinda suck that since like 99% of moviegoers had no idea who he was before the movie came out their first impression of him is when he's in an antagonistic role and people think "antagonist" and "villain" are synonyms so now I'm gonna have to listen to people who've never read a comic saying he's a villain or isn't a real Spider-Man for the rest of time or at least until he inevitably changes his mind in the third one.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about superheroes unfortunately

[ahopefulbromantic]

wait do you believe in hell as eternal conscious torment? (im curious bc that debate has been a crux of my own journey w faith & christianity)

I believe in hell as eternal disconnection from God or more precisely as defined by the Catechism a "state of definitive self-exclusion from communion with God and the blessed" (CCC 1033). How that would look like i have no idea but i do know that tearing yourself apart from the one and only source of life, love, happiness, fulfilment, goodness, and everything that is good would absolutely be the worst torment imaginable, or rather well, unimaginable. And i do know God would hate to have His beloved children be in this state. I hope with all my heart that hell is completely empty, i wouldn't wish it upon anyone and i mean anyone

Oh and since you mentioned a debate, can you tell me more about it? Cause i'm not sure what you're refering to and i'd love to learn more! God bless you anon and best wishes for your journey with faith!