#timmy and I have the same cuffs

[fishfrommars]

@thief-of-eggs Yes, they are earrings! I thought he deserved some jewelry, as a treat!

I had a vision that Tim, sleep-deprived, made shirts that he thought said "Be gay, do crimes" and "crimes".

But the first one accidentally said "be gay, commit crimes"

He posted it on Social medias before realizing.

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Tim and Danny are half-siblings

Champagne glasses shine in the light like jewelry on people’s wrists and necks and cuff links and literally anywhere else someone can fit. Honestly it’s giving Tim a headache.

Thankfully he wasn’t the only one suffering at this pointless gala. Not that the fundraiser for homeless kids in the city is pointless, but did they really need to throw an expensive party?

“You okay, Timmy? You’ve sighed like four times now,” Dick comments on the comms they all have in.

“Yea, I just-“

“Mr. Drake! How nice it is to see you again. Have you met my son, Daniel?”

Tim turns to find Vlad Masters, CEO of dalvco, dragging along a teen who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here. The boy, Daniel, glares at the hand holding him by the arm.

“It’s Danny,” like it was the hundredth time saying the phrase.

Masters pretends he doesn’t hear it.

Tim is already working on how to get out of this conversation. He’s dealt with too many parents pushing their kids in his direction tonight.

He throws on a smile anyway and holds out his hand for a shake.

“Tim Drake-Wayne, nice to meet you, Danny.”

Danny hesitates for a second and it results in a tightening of the jaw and subtle glance to where he was glaring before as if Masters just tightened his grip on the teen. Tim says nothing about the awkward pause.

Danny shifts his weight to subtly step on Masters polish shoes, drawing the attention of the man and allowing Danny to slip a piece of paper into the handshake. Tim raises his eyebrows for Danny to see before falling back to pleasant neutral. He tucks the note into his pocket casually.

“Same.”

Tim’s smile becomes a bit more genuine at the teenage behavior.

“Now then,” Masters jumps in after getting himself situated, “I had been meaning to make an appointment with you, but every time I call you are always busy.”

Tim knew this was coming.

“I’m not receiving any calls about the Drake name, Mr. Masters, as you are well aware.”

“You would think that as a young businessman you would look to someone with more experience.”

He really wasn’t being subtle at all, was he?

“I wonder how Bruce would react if he heard you,” Tim warns even though he knows full well Bruce can actively hear the conversation. He turns to Danny while Masters is recovering from that reminder. “Our newest adoptee is about your age. Duke Thomas. He should be around here somewhere if you want to exchange numbers.”

Danny opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off. Masters’ hand goes from clenching the teen’s arm to squeezing his shoulder in what appears to be a warning.

“Oh no, I forgot to mention, Daniel’s entire family and his friends, along with an unfortunate teacher, all died recently in a terrible accident. I was given custody of the poor boy, of course. He’s like the son I never had. Anyway, we wouldn’t want to upset him by replacing what he recently lost, would we? He needs his space to grieve.”

The condescension with the insensitive wording left Tim speechless for a moment, and with the silence over the comms so were everyone else listening.

Tim finds Danny glaring down at the floor with clenched fists. The teen rips himself away from Masters, and when the man tries to chastise him, he turns and stares the man down with such a hateful expression that Tim had to keep from tensing. He had seen too many of those looks in the field, usually on the faces of those he was fighting.

Whatever silent conversation that was happening between the two was ended with Danny grinding his teeth and running away to what looks to be the direction of the restrooms.

“So sorry about him,” Masters apologizes like it wasn’t his fault Danny almost committed a crime. “He’s a bit sensitive right now. I honestly had hoped he would feel better after getting out of the house.”

Masters sighs almost theatrically, “Enough of that. Here is my business card for when you finally decide to-“

Tim walked away before he could finish.

It’s in the bathroom that he finds Duke talking to the door of one of the stalls. They make eye contact but all that’s there is concern and confusion. Danny wasn’t talking.

“Hey, Danny, right? How you holding up? That was kinda rough, huh?” Tim tries.

Silence. Then, “Did you read my note?” He hears come from the other side, small and thin.

Right. The note. Tim pulls it out of his pocket quickly.

“Yea, yea, I read your note,” he lies as he’s quietly unfolding said note. “It’s just, you know… oh.”

Duke raises his brows in surprise at Tim’s sudden change in tone and expression. Tim couldn’t even guess what his face was doing but it was the least of his worries. The younger leans in to read over his shoulder.

“Oh,” agrees Duke.

I think we are half-siblings. Please help me take him down. I’ll send DNA if you need it. It can’t wait.

Oh indeed.

“What does ‘oh’ mean?” Dick suddenly asks over the comms which Tim forgot were still in. “Guys, seriously, do I need to come in there?”

“No,” Tim answers quickly only to realize that Danny can hear it too. “Duke, can you cover the door?”

“Sure, man.”

Tim takes a deep breath and shoves his emotions way down. Danny was already upset and obviously trusting Tim with this, he needed to be a solid support that his little brother this teen can lean on.

It could also be a trap.

“Danny, can you come out please?”

There was hesitation in the air, but he finally hears the click of the lock and the door swings open. The poor kid was holding himself tightly and shrinking into himself, afraid of Tim’s reaction.

“Danny,” he says gently. Danny still flinches. “Why do you think we’re half-siblings?”

He lets the teen chew on his lip for a few moments before he has to repeat himself.

“I was going through my parent’s stuff,” Danny rushes out, “like paperwork and stuff… I found a box pushed way back with letters. At first I thought they were my parents’ old love letters, but it wasn’t my dad’s handwriting even though he signed it ‘Jack’. There was also a picture of my mom and your dad together on an excavation site. The date on the back made a lot of sense because when you add nine months, that’s my birthday.”

Danny looked at Tim with such a lost expression that Tim felt a bit lost himself.

“I never would have thought my dad would cheat on my mom. He was too afraid of what would happen if he did, I thought,” Tim says, leaning into it a little.

“Right? I never thought my mom would, my parents were infatuated with each other, but maybe they were having problems at the time? I don’t know, I didn’t actually read the letters.”

“Can I look through them?”

Danny blinks and then rubs the back of his neck anxiously.

“I mean, yea, but they’re back at my parent’s house in Illinois. I would have to find a way to send them to you, but Vlad is kinda watching my every move at the moment so-“

“What if I went alone?” Tim jumps in the suggest. “I have enough money to go on a mini vacation. I could sneak in when everyone’s asleep and find them.”

“Honestly I doubt it’s locked. You could just walk right in. If you don’t mind the wasted gas, then okay, sure. Need the address?”

Tim respects the confidence and trust.

“Nah, I got it, but I will still need that DNA sample.”

Danny swallows nervously.

“Right, um, what- what do you need? I don’t know how this works.”

Tim nods and a smile to calm the teen down. His nervousness was definitely noted though.

“That’s okay. I’ve done this plenty of times with women who claim their child is Bruce’s. Always ends the same.”

Funnily enough, Danny relaxes at the reassurance lined with warning.

“Oh, that’s good. Okay. Just tell me what you need. Can we do it right now?”

Danny glances at the door and Tim understands the rush.

“Sure, come here,” Tim waves them over to the little sitting area. He pulls out his pocket knife with a mischievous smirk. “Don’t tattle on me.”

Danny stares with a wide smile and even wider eyes. It’s kinda funny how excited he is when most people would wonder why Tim was pulling a knife on them. Maybe they were brothers.

“Whoa, how’d you sneak that in? There was a whole metal detector and everything,” Danny fans.

“A true magician never reveals his tricks,” he smiles at Danny’s pout.

“Lame. You probably paid off one of the waiters or something.”

He actually planted it in one of the plants inside before the event even started, but the kid was close.

“Or something.”

“I always wanted one,” Danny murmurs wistfully.

“I’ll get you one,” is out of his mouth before he knew it.

“What?” Danny jerks up in surprise. “No, you don’t have to do that. I wasn’t expecting-“

“I know,” Tim cuts off the guilty ramblings. “I want to. You should have one.”

“Aw, little Timmy is bonding with his brother,” Dick coos over the comms.

“We don’t know that for sure, Richard,” Damian reminds.

“He sounds pretty legit to me,” Duke adds.

Tim ignores them for the most part.

“Lift up your leg. I’m just gonna give you a small cut on your calf to get some blood. It’ll be quick, okay?”

“Okay.”

Danny doesn’t make a sound when metal meets skin and slices through. He presses down on the wound with his handkerchief to collect the blood. Of course that wasn’t enough for him to cover all the bases, so he asked Danny to spit in his empty champagne glass, which the teen complied with zero complaints.

“Is that it?” Danny asks curiously.

“Yep! I’ll run them down to the lab ASAP and compare against mine. I’ll let you know about the results when they come back. Let me get your phone number.”

Tim was quietly getting more hopeful with how cooperative Danny had been. He hands over his phone easily with a chirped “sure!” to also let Tim put in his number.

“We have to be careful though. Vlad’s been over my shoulder since I moved in. If he finds anything he doesn’t like, it won’t be good,” Danny laughed it off like that was normal.

Tim had suspected a heavy hand with the shoulder squeezing earlier bordering on abuse with what and how he said what he did, but it was looking worse than his original hypothesis.

“Danny,” he says softly, like when he talks to a victim as Robin. Which might ring true here and Tim was already getting angry about the whole thing, if the abuse is real, he might fly off the handle and Kon will be forced to reign him back in. “Do you want to tell me about Masters?”

Danny immediately goes on the defensive, looking around the empty room and shoulders going stiff.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Danny denies.

Tim isn’t surprised, but he also isn’t happy.

“I have more power than you might think, Danny. I can help you.”

Danny shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut.

“I don’t- You- It’s complicated.”

“Then explain it to me. Please trust me, Danny. I can help get you out-“

“This isn’t about me!”

His words ring off the tile, making it louder than intended. Danny flinches at the sound and looks to the door with anxious eyes.

“Hey,” Tim whispers. It still makes the teen jump. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”

“I know that,” Danny snaps, but Tim knows not to take it personally.

“Alright,” Tim agrees easily. That seems to make Danny relax a bit. “What did you mean it’s not about you? It’s your DNA we’re checking against mine.”

Danny bites his lip in anxious contemplation. Looks like Tim is gonna have to pull this one out like teeth.

“Is there someone else involved?”

Danny hesitates but finally nods.

“You can trust me, Danny. I won’t do anything that isn’t in your best interest. I promise.”

Danny’s lip is bleeding but neither of them say a word. He looks desperate and alone. It makes Tim’s skin crawl.

“Promise you won’t do anything yet?”

Tim nearly sighs with relief.

“Yes. I promise.”

“So you won’t tell? You can’t tell,” Danny insists.

Technically it wouldn’t be telling if they can hear him in real time.

“I promise I won’t do or say anything. Whatever is said here is confidential, alright? I won’t tell anyone,” Tim assures.

It seems to do the trick because Danny creeps closer to whisper after checking the door one more time.

“Vlad is my godfather. Uncle Vlad, right? He has always wanted a son and he was obsessed with my mom, so when he met me he, I don’t know, flipped a switch or something and his attention was on me all the time if it wasn’t on Mom. He wanted me to renounce my dad and go live with him. Obviously that didn’t happen so he tried the next best thing apparently and decided he was gonna make a clone of me.”

Danny pauses and Tim needs it to seriously contemplate what even is his life.

“It didn’t work out the way he planned and the only clone to make it was a girl, my cousin, Danielle. Yes, he named her after me. Some things happened, we worked it out, so Danielle was on my side and hates Vlad, right? Well, when everything happened,” he swallows thickly, “Danielle came back from traveling to be with me. Vlad took that opportunity to confine her to the basement. He never wanted a daughter. He never cared about her. So now he’s using her as leverage against me. If I try anything or don’t do what he says, she’s the one that gets punished. If I try to run away, he’d kill her. I know he would. And before I knew about you, she was the only-“

“The only family you had left,” Tim finishes.

Danny nods with a pleading expression.

Tim can understand the primal urge to be close to a blood relative that actually cares.

“Now you have me,” Tim offers with a small smile.

Danny makes the effort to try and smile back, though it falls flat quickly.

“We don’t know that yet. I could be wrong. I’m sorry I threw all this at you, I just- When I found those letters and thought that… I just-“

“I get it.” And he did. He really, really did. “You know, even if we aren’t related I still want to-“

Danny’s phone rings, making the teen jump. He glances at the name calling with a scowl. He doesn’t answer.

“Vlad’s looking for me. I gotta go, but, um, thanks… for taking my word for it and being so nice about it. I promise I’m not trying to pull something for your money. I didn’t even know you were rich until I looked you up-“

“Danny.” Tim was coming to the conclusion that Danny tend to ramble when nervous. He stands and guides the kid toward the door. “It’s okay. I know you’re not lying. I’ll text you the results, okay? We’ll figure this out. Just be patient for me, alright?”

Danny nods and fidgets with his suit coat. He doesn’t make a move to leave yet, instead he turns to face Tim.

“Um, you can say no. I just- is it okay if I hug you?”

Tim blanks for a solid few seconds. It’s only Dick’s cooing and Damian’s sassing that snaps him back to reality. This was real, he has to remind himself. He might have a half-brother and he wants a hug. Tim can do hugs. He can crush a hug, totally.

“Uh, yea. Hugs are okay.”

Danny must not care about his awkward response because he suddenly has thin arms around his waist and soft hair tickling his cheek. They were at the ideal height difference where Danny can rest his head on Tim’s shoulder comfortably. Tim wraps his arms around the teen’s shoulders and just felt.

If Danny really is his half-brother, then fate really is cruel to deprive him of this kinship all throughout his childhood.

Danny pulls away first, face to the ground, and ears red.

With a wavering voice he stumbles out an apology and a thanks before bolting out the door, narrowly running into Dick. He’s disappeared into the crowd in a blink.

“You okay, Tim?” Dick asks.

Tim blinks, “I have a brother.”

“A possible half-brother, but yea, still exciting.”

“The results will come back a match,” Tim says confidently.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Drake. This Daniel sounds pathetic, he would only hold you back.”

“Damian, there is nothing pathetic about trying to protect someone. Danny is thinking about his little cousin,” Dick argues. Damian doesn’t dispute.

“My parents never loved each other,” Tim confesses. “It was a marriage of mutual convenience. It is very possible that my dad found a lover outside their marriage.”

It was weird talking about his parents like that, but it was true. His mother told him once that marriage isn’t about love, it’s a contract between two people with mutual interests and values. His father was always somewhat withdrawn.

Danny had the black hair, the blue eyes, and even the skin tone to match his own. His jaw line was wider and eyebrows thicker, but honestly, they could be brothers if they stood side by side. Half-siblings isn’t even a stretch.

“He’s my brother. I know it.”

Tim spots a flash of silver hair from the crowd and narrows his eyes into slits.

“My brother who is being abused by his caretaker apparently,” he says in a voice that sounds like he’s planning a murder.

Huh. Now that’s a thought.

He could just kill Masters, that would certainly get him out of the way.

“I don’t like that look,” Dick says cautiously, leaning to bring Tim attention to him and not Masters hunting down his little brother. “We’ll help him, Tim. Don’t go overboard here. You can’t afford to get too emotionally involved.”

Tim sends a glare his way.

“Why don’t I prove what I already know, then?”

“Tim-“

He already had the champagne glass in his jacket pocket and his handkerchief in his breast pocket. He shoves past Dick and heads toward the front doors. No one stops him as he leaves the party early and hails a cab back to the manor to start his analysis.

It’s a half a day later when Tim sends a text with an emoji of two males holding hands and a green check mark. It’s an hour later that he gets a shooting star in response. He smiles widely and then gets to work on planning Masters’ demise and his brother’s and ‘cousin’s’ escape into his custody.

[kingscourthouse]

This is a Ren Cinematic Universe moment

Did a quick update on my Ren designs. Note: King RenTheKing isn't included because I don't see him as someone separate from ren himself. Grimm (Demised RenBob) is my own mini au I guess? Don't really know what he would be, but I like to imagine him n Grim are a team in killin'.

If anyone cares, details on them below!

Base things on all of them: All of them have some sort of enchanted band on them with protection. If they were to remove it, they would just be some big dogs. (This way I get both Ren and dog Ren >:D)

Have you seen those glasses without the arms just pinch to your nose bridge? Yeah, they kinda need them. Dog ears lol.

They all have diffrent versions of Ren's facial hair. Obvi Grimm's is based on Renbob's and the others are based on Ren's. Example, Red still has the same shape of stubble like ren, but his is much thicker and a bit messier like his hair.

Their hand nails are all diffrent too if that counts.

Ren: Legit just basic Ren Diggity Dog. Pan flag colours on his ear peircings. Leg coverings are layers of leather that button in the back to keep them from being too damaged while working. Prot band is on his left arm. It's made of netherite so it can't be destroyed...unless he runs into a cactus. Very fluff, is a good boy.

Red (King): Still grey from the death games and curse, but has a bit of colour unlike the demised. His hair is much messier and a bit longer than Ren's. Ears are more pointed like a wolf. When Ren was King, Red made his crown and cape for him. Red still thinks he's better though. Slacks are tighter fit around his knees for movement. ROYAL BLUE BABY- Not a chestplate, but has gold plating around his neck and shoulder that holds his cape. Gold cuffs on his feet because he hated the lack of movement with full leg coverings. Gotta protec those toe beans. Cape is pinned to his sleeve so it moves with him. Very elegant. Prot band on his left hand is a gift from Martyn. Has his symbol so he may always protect his king in some form. Martyn also learned the hard way that Red's cape is basically a giant weighted blanket. How the hell does he carry that?!

(Ren) Bob: Sometimes the hermits call him Rob. Basically a Timmy/Jimmy situation. Again, just basic RenBob. Very flowy clothing. His necklace is a crystal gifted from Impulse back in season 6. He also has earrings made from Grian's feathers he'll wear. They tickle sometimes though, so it's not often. No leg protection. Wants to "Be connected to the world" or whatever he said. Most of his jewlry is wooden. The wooden earrings pull his ears down a bit, but he likes the floppy ears anyway. Prot band is wooden braclet on his right arm. He has a wide variety of goofy cardigans. The egg one is one of his favourites.

(Link to the actual cardigan if you want it)

Grim (Dog): Demised Ren. Kinda like the life games, he has a thirst for death. Maybe not as intense, but he'll sometimes be in a hunting mood. There are tallymarks on his arm are a count of how many he's killed. He's very grateful for the respawn system, he can play these games forever now! Loves very outgoing deaths. Explosions and fireworks are his favourite. NEVER TRUST HIM WITH A CROSSBOW. Prot band is a choker hidden by his hood. Died from fall damage. In death, he invent footwear better than featherfalling to keep him from perishing like that again. (Think long fall boots from Portal. They're shock absorbers.) Has a fear of heights, but he'll never admit that to you. Eyes may look like pure white, but you'll see his iris in a dark room. The iris and pupil glow white, the sclera don't. And yes, his glasses are the shape of coffins.

Grimm (Bob): Demised RenBob! (Rob???) Also gets the urge to kill but prefers not to. When he does, it is much quieter deaths like drowning or suffocation. Grimm prefers to follow around Grim and tend to the dead. Arranging graves, leave flowers, tag you with how you died, that's all him! Died by suffocation. Nobody knows how but Grim. Doesn't talk very much. The most you'll hear is him muttering prayers to the dead. Sometimes he'll also just say a single word and scare the daylights out of somebody. Prot band is a choker beneath his hood aswell. Eyes are just like Grim's; You won't see his iris, but it's there. May not have the weird cardigans like his counterpart, but a few hermits are a fan of his glasses. Tango loves the X glasses. Reminds him of cartoons!

That's all I can think of right now. Any questions? Feel free to ask!

(Suggest more silly cardigans for renbob and I might draw them)

[the-firebird69]

Watch out, Boston Dynamics! Mentee Robotics unveils 'AI-first' robot https://venturebeat.com/ai/watch-out-boston-dynamics-mentee-robotics-unveils-ai-first-robot/

This is what day of stater AKA Trump professes to have they keep saying it out loud in English you saying who overwhelm you all. We do the seed the problems we see them with exposing giants.

It's a lot of work what we do but it's very rewarding then we're going forward with our plans and I'll be at risky we have an emergency and we have to address it if we can confine it the controllers it would work better we are going to go ahead and dispose them . And the plan to do that too soon not later. Hera has been happier lately because who says before you're doing all the work now I'm here doing it all it's better for you that we share it and she's been down I'm not telling you several times and nobody to detected it and he's happy about that that's what he wanted to see and she can see the difference because they're real fast and bother him a lot.

We're getting ready and we're going to go after some of these individuals for the threats PGA is one of them they've lost it too now son and daughter said they hardly had it it's right on the edge of their IQ it fall below 100 and it's gone and it does it all the time that's true

Beginning into some other stuff and people are figuring out it's true so they're going to check out some items Scotland this one and some other areas they're already bad but it's a follow-up I think and just say I can go over there and get water makes it easier there's so much going on in these Max might be ahead so they like his idea but not the sudo empire review since I connect control Timmy Doyle anymore so it says he was not controlling him he says but I thought I said and we know what you thought you said I thought I've been some of the speed walking and he said I thought it was walk or run what kind of message I'm getting it too and a whole bunch of speed walkers are coming by they said no we're trying to run so you need potassium are you going to die.

#the police are fighting off Mars Tommy f and the pseudo empire a lot of people say it's probably a massively brilliant fireworks display and they're going to watch and we think that Trump is going out as machete tonight but really it's the hero character kick ass or no it's badass. And The fleets out there fighting the pseudo empire had 300 billion and the warlock sent 150 so far they're both cut in half that's all right the pseudo vampire 300 billion Tommy f send $200 billion pseudo empire added 200 billion Tommy f was trying to get a hundred billion more there the morlock sent a hundred billion in there at the place trying to gather shifts so far these pseudo empire has taken a lot of hits and it's on the end and now the warlock is taking hits the pseudo empire is down to 200 billion Tommy f 100 billion and the warlock 50 billion and that idea sucks they say and Brian has to get a different mentor just not listening to my errant comments and thoughts the same with Trump they don't have what it takes they don't have the program but I'm saying is just off the cuff that orders applied orders suggestions not even that and they have to stop doing that and we know it too.

#the other concern was Venus 30 billion and 100 billion of those ships are destroyed they're destroyed earlier that pod now has 100 billion ships yes and that's it and they're saying it's going real fast and it really is and they're surprised and they just keep sending ships

#along with those ships that descending they they send they have small ships with them they do make a difference and they noticed it and they're trying to fight here over the small ships. huge numbers of small ships. That's what they said they needed and they're going to make an effort and it's late that they are almost out of ships and literally the entire morlock sleeves they have 100 billion and the minority more luck have about 800 billion out of those half for class c 30% more and 20% of class A they say they might go try and take them and re-arm them and such they'll be a war on the islands mostly and we think that starts happening tonight while we still have ships they say I can outclass them yakety yak and they're dumb

#another space battle please Saturn between the empire and the foreigners and this is a serious battle it's up to about 20 billion each side an hour then it is approaching an actual war it's not a skirmish anymore 1.9 trillion versus the empire is going to lose I have several other weapon systems that can bring to bear they're in their startup procedure they have four 20,000 mi death stars seven 10,000 miles and one at 120,000 mile death Star we feel they allow Eson the searcher to land on the death Star. But right now the foreigners are in trouble and others they have five 10,000 mile death stars and two 30,000 miles that starts but these death stars are activating or additional they have the empire has a total of 10 20,000 mile death stars 20 10,000 mi death stars and five $50,000 and 120,000 mile death Star total yeah you used scraps and stuff no all these ships yeah they built it using the same trusses and didn't rework them and it works there's a lot of trouble growing up there and those fleets no everything except Tommy f we're going to print now

Thor Freya

Olympus

[kimberly-spirits13]

Shifting (Kon Kent)

This isn’t designed to be read as a Y/N but it can be if you want

just as a prerequisite explanation to what my DR is like

This setting is where Lex Luthor takes over and controls the world and the world leaders

There is a certain group of heroes and other civilians that hide out in their own democracy/ country that is out of reach of Luthor and it’s basically a Paradise Island

The league there is made up of the Justice League heroes, some villains turned good guys like Harley, Ivy, Catwoman…, Young Justice + some Titans

I’m like the YJ team leader or whatever (just imagine female Batman engineer, scientist, gold tongue rich girl, Red Room kind of vibe) and my team is made up of Beast Boy, Wondergirl (Cassie), Rocket, Arrowette, Impulse, Static, Blue Beatle, and Red Robin (my guy best friend)

The way that I meet Kon is because I go undercover to infiltrate Lex Corps as a prisoner and then he turns to my side and we escape before causing a massive scene. He moves into the house with me and my family and then it progresses

So that sets the scene

Kon is super smart but is also a complete dumbass

Knows everything but has little common sense

We’re still working on how to make toast with this one

He loves riding motorcycles and late night car rides in my ride

His vibe is Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Always hanging out with Tim and Bart

Superman takes him as son instead of brother

The team and I are slowly working through the iconic movies and tv shows from childhood plus some miscellaneous

His favorites so far are Suite Life on Deck and Hannah Montana

he won’t admit it but he sings the theme song in the shower for Montana

It’s hilarious

DOJA CAT STAN YALL

THIS WASN’T SCRIPTED OR ANYTHING- HE JUST IS

i’ve heard him working out to Tia Tamara SO MANY TIMES

He’s so sweet and respectful

gets his ass kicked in training by me a lot

great power adaptation but his tactical training is shit

thanks Lex

often helps with any science stuff that I’m doing in the lab

races the fighter jets that I make for the league and other troops

show off

The team always has these warehouse parties where it’s just us and a few other Titans and we just let loose

like nothing crazy before but Tim took Cassie home once

that same night I was just smacked out drunk since BART HAPPENED TO FIND SOME ADULT BEVERAGES

Kon was a gentleman and took me back home where he then DID MY SKINCARE ROUTINE and then I just slept

the next morning there was water and pain meds on the nightstand

lets me borrow his jackets and he borrows any of the clothes that he likes from my closet

Timmy has ear piercings and we often share earrings

he really likes the cuff earrings on the side of the ear

all of the boys on the team definitely have no problem getting tampons or whatever since there are girls on the team and all of their girlfriends have them used to it

Kon likes to sleep like he’s engulfed in pillows, stuffed animals, and blankets

also likes to have me sleep on top of him

Anytime there’s a life and death situation he’s cracking jokes

I think he’s lightning the mood but sometimes it’s just like ‘CONNER KENT SHUT UP WE’RE TRYING TO SHOOT THIS FLEET OF ROBOTS DOWN”

Says “yes ma’am” when I’m pissed at him or during missions

sometimes it’s just to be funny

calls Tim nicknames like- Timmy, Timbers, Caffeine Head, Timberly

Honestly he gives everyone nicknames

Cassie- Sassy Cassie (When she’s in a mood), CS, Sandy

Bart- full name, Barty, Tart, Art, Wally’s Favorite, Flash’s second favorite (only to humble him)

I told him that he needed a hobby and he works on cars now

he’s told me that he wants to try some sort of sport but not many of them sound too interesting to him

considering lacrosse

[rolaplayor101]

Drawing Timmy and Jimmy the same way consistently? On my Tumblr blog??? Unlikely

You KNOW I had to give them acne. A recently turned 15 year old w/o acne?? Does that even exist?? /j but knowing Jimmy he'd probably create a formula that gets rid of acne forever, and Timmy could just wish his acne away, but where's the fun in thatttt

Also, Jimmy having a large forehead? That ones on me that is my bad i wasn't even thinking about that I'll do better next time

Uhh yes Jimmy has leg hair but the quality is degraded on Tumblr so you can't really see it :(

Also the lighting makes it that you can't really see it but both of them have the bi flag on them. Timmy's is on his jacket collar and cuffs

Jimmy's is on his wrist band

Ok so the episode goes like this:

it's pre-established that they're in the same middle school. Jimmy is still a boy genius and Timmy still has Cosmo and Wanda. One of Jimmy's latest inventions went haywire and gave everyone in the school bad acne instead of just getting rid of it like it's meant to, causing everyone to currently hate him and bully him.

At the same time, there's a B plot going on with Timmy and how he's both never kissed a guy, despite having kissed a bunch of girls, and needs to get a present for Jimmy for his birthday. At this point he and Jimmy are already in a QPR, and his peers question Timmy on why he hangs out with him. Cindy and Timmy struggle to find a gift to get Jimmy that he doesn't already have or would even like-- given that he can make anything himself.

In the end, Timmy's gift is getting everyone at school to forget that Jimmy ever did anything wrong, to which Jimmy really appreciates. They all live with their acne(cause there is literally nothing wrong with having acne). The night ends with them just hanging out, ditching Cindy's planned surprise birthday party, and Timmy telling Jimmy about the whole kissing conversation he'd had with Cindy way before. This leads to Jimmy asking if they should, given that they've agreed to be in a QPR already, and Timmy shrugs indecisively.

Then they have their first kiss. Simple, sweet, and to the point.

Man, imagine if there was a Euphoria type reboot on Timmy Jimmy power hour- I'd die that'd be the end of me like thats it /neg

[mus1g4]

INNOCENT SAILOR CHAINED UP IN SHIP’ BRIG!

This pic made me smile about this memory: I’m Navy and had to go to a nuclear carrier for a week (and I’m not sure if it was Nimitz, Lincoln, or Roosevelt, but they are all the same). I dragged along two bright-eyed and clueless Seaman, since they had never been to sea before. When the officers are alone they may affectionately refer to such Sailors as “Seaman Timmy”. (I’m usually successful in picking handsome Sailors to drag along. —- why look at ugly guys for a week when you have a choice?) . I love showing new Sailors all the cool stuff on the ship, but I always make a point, usually toward the end of the tour like it’s the dessert, of having the Master at Arms take us down to the brig. I always enjoy the uncomfortable looks on the Sailor’s faces. Anyway, this MAA was a big guy and perfect for scaring the Sailors since he freely described things in the brig that made the prisoner’s miserable. Frankly, I think maybe he was a closet case and was “into it” with scaring the Sailors, just like I was, and I’m sure he enjoyed controlling his prisoners. He also described to the them how every prisoner had to be stripped completely naked and have a detailed search. I liked how he just brought that point up on his own (sometimes I have to prompt that line of conversation with something like “do you have problems with prisoners trying to bring weapons into the brig?”). The tour got more interesting than usual though though, when I saw the steel cabinet saying “irons locker” and innocently asked the guard what was in it (as if I didn’t know from ten other brigs). The young Sailors’ eyes got wide when the guard opened it, because it was like an an Aladdin’s cave of irons, with handcuffs, leg irons, and leather transport belts, and other stuff I can’t remember. Then the guard starting proudly explaining how effective they were…….,,,,,,and demonstrated by smoothly and swiftly PUTTING THEM ON ONE OF THE SAILORS. The sailor was not asked permission and looked a little freaked out, but between the guard, and me being an officer, he wasn’t complaining. The guard would say stuff as he put them on like “see how hard it is to walk now?”and “with the cuffs this way, you see how it’s impossible to hit anyone?”. The BEST PART was when had had gotten on the legs irons, the handcuffs, and attached the cuffs to the leather transport belt, which he had cinched pretty tight (l liked the look on the Sailor’s face when the guard SQUEEZED that belt tight). Then he grabbed the belt, looked at me, and shook the Sailor around like a rag doll a little bit. “See how easy it is to control him now?” He said. “He ain’t goin’ nowhere”. The young Sailor looked so good: handsome, chained, and with a slightly humiliated and scared “what’s going on!?” look on his face. I asked lots of questions about the restraints so the Sailor would be in them as long as possible. When we got back to our spaces the enlisted asked the two Sailors about what they had seen around the ship. The other Sailor who had come with us told everyone about the chains, and they were all interested, although the Sailor who got chained up seemed a little quiet, and reluctant to talk about it. Later that night I took all the nutter butters and Oreos I had brought on board for my squadron mates, and instead took them down to the MAA’s spaces and gave them to the guard who was our tour guard. “These are for your men, and thank you for the tour!”I. He said “anytime, Sir!”. I’m sure “Seaman Timmy” will never forget this guard, me, or his first time chained up in a Navy brig!

[peeterparkr]

perennial;tom holland|eleven.

chapter eleven: snapdragons & sunflowers (Vol. 1) 

↳ flower meaning: snapdragons: deception. sunflowers: unconditional love.

chapter summary: to ask for a kiss. 

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: fluff, angst, comedy, all in one, mentions or allusion to sex but not smut :), you’ll see, alcohol. 

You’ll hate me. 

word count: 11.2K

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ten (Instagram): in which they share set pictures

ten (tweets & texts:in which the groupchats are…loud

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Y/N was made of the people she loved or once loved. Everyone is, really, but y/n probably made sure it showed.

 Like her habit for photography had come from her very own best friend, of the way she started watching cooking videos because of her other best friend and always read the ingredients on any of the food she ate. Her clothing style had come from her very own first boyfriend who had introduced her to the magnificent world of the 80’s.

Her love for 80’s movies had come from Louis introducing her every night to a different one, a new story, a new song, and honestly it was good he showed her to it, y/n found her one true love. Louis, really, had shown y/n a lot of things, like how to lie to see him at indecent hours, and how  And how Louis taught her that love doesn’t have to last and that sometimes people aren’t what we expect.  

How she loved pancakes because that’s what her mother used to make them every Sunday, and how she’d learned from her father that sometimes sitting outside in the grass on a sunny day could bring back happiness to us. 

How her grandma had taught her how to have a perfect poker face, and how her grandfather had shown her how to peel an orange in a ‘correct way’. 

 How she had started to drink her tea with lemon and honey because James had once given her one like that and it brought nice memories. And how James had told her that it’s okay to love, even when people tell you not to, you have to fight for your love, you shall never be afraid of who you love. And James teaching her that she should love for herself, for her own, and not having to share her feelings if she didn’t want to. 

How y/n had started to watch subtitled films because Timmy had shown her some hidden gems. Or how she had learned from Tim to enjoy little moments, like the sunrise if she ever had to wake up early, or how she opened the windows to listen to the rain splattering. Tim had taught her too much about life, like enjoying wasting time. 

Y/N was made, the most, of the people she loved the most. Like how she made pasta the way James had taught her to once when their parents had gone out and James was left in charge. 

Or how when she was sad she’d watch that movie her childhood friend had introduced her to, and how they didn’t talk now. How y/n had learned that music was a way of healing because of that same friend. 

Or how to make a story sound great with Harry, and how Harry had shown her songs that probably were her favorite ones. How Harry and her knew that they didn’t like tequila because of that one time, and how they had learned that mixing cranberry, and grape juice and vodka tasted great thanks to Sam’s idea. 

The way that Emma had taught her to use certain hair products, and how Emma had taught her that sometimes we have to sing out our feelings, and scream and shout. How Emma had taught her the importance of a friendship and having someone’s shoulder to cry on. That she didn’t have to be lonely. 

How when she kissed she usually liked to place her hands behind their neck because she’d done that on her very first kiss with Tom, or how she usually ate some of the chocolate chips when she baked cookies because Tom and her used to do that. She had learned how to wrestle from a very young age and beat Tom, and she had learned how to play with his hair in a way to make him smile. She had learned the meaning of a rose, when all her life she had never understood about it, Tom had shown her how to approach a dog, and Tom had taught her how to cuff her jeans in a cool way. Or the habit she’d picked from him of undressing the beer bottle when they were talking or how he opened it with the table. How Tom had taught her how to kiss, from their very first one to the last one, different kisses each time, how he’d taught her each and every kiss is a journey, a mystery. How she’d learned how to deal with heartbreaks and to fall in love all over again. And how she had learned that he’d come back to her. But really, how a heartbreak feels when it’s real. 

That’s who y/n was. All the beautiful things of the people she loved. 

But she was also the bad ones, unfortunately, because people shape us. Y/N was also made of the ugly parts, very ugly parts. 

One that stood out the most, she’d learned from Tom, from James, from her family, was to avoid talking. 

Everybody wanted to talk, everybody except y/n. She knew she was being immature, but she’d learned that from everyone around her, not to care if you don’t have to. But she was too overwhelmed, everyone had something to say about, except her. How could she talk if she didn’t know what she wanted? 

Tom, Harry, Emma, Tim, James, Sam, Cherry, Aunt Eliza, even Josh and Clark.  

Everybody wanted to talk. She didn’t. 

She had caught on to what Tom was doing. She'd go along with it, he was the only one she wanted to talk to, honestly. 

And Emma, because she knew Emma didn’t judge her, Emma understood y/n, and Emma had been the only one who really didn’t tell her she was wrong. Even if Tim was her best friend, Ema understood that y/n’s heart belonged to Tom. 

“Clark is great, I may have fallen in love with him,” Emma had stated. 

Y/N nodded. “He’s great, I—“

“Why didn’t you know?” Emma asked. 

“I did know. But I didn’t—James was—you know how I’ve only dated three guys?” Y/n asked, she was putting on makeup, she had a date. 

“Yeah.” 

“James is exactly the opposite, he’s dated like half the gay population his age in London,” y/n scrunched her nose, as she was choosing between lipsticks.. “So I just—Never paid attention to any guy he dated because I never thought it was serious.” 

“Are you talking to him now?”

“I did today, only because of Clark,” y/n admitted, giving up on the lipsticks and instead choosing to work on her hair. “James is still angry I am in love.” 

“Not angry at that, you know that,” Emma pointed out. 

“Is it that wrong I am so in love with Tom?” Y/n left the brush on the table as she turned to look at Emma. 

“It’s completely bollocks y/n, but then again,” Emma sighed, “I wish I could be more like you and just love—I mean and I also wish Harry wasn’t so scared okay? He’s just so bloody scared, I wish he’d just say hey, Emma, d’ya fancy to go for a stroll? But no, we are both so… Gosh, I wish we were more like you and Tom, throwing everything down the drain.” 

“We are-” 

“You are, y/n,” Emma rolled her eyes. “He blows your mind and you basically want to yell it to the world, and he gets you all stupid, and you’re happy again, that’s alright, though-” 

Emma was laying down on y/n’s bed, her feet up against the wall, as she was nibbling on a popsicle. 

“Yes, I know, we have to talk,” she sighed. 

“Who says it has to be right now?” Emma had said. “Right now you barely have time to think, and I see you all happy and giggling, and besides, talking doesn’t have to be dramatic.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s just… I don’t get it why James wants it to be dramatic, it’s just hey, you guys love each other, what else is there to know?” 

Y/N nodded, turning back to the lipsticks. 

“You do have to tell him you know about Cherry, though, which-” 

“Yeah, n, no, but I get it,” y/n sighed.

“Which, I love you’re ignoring, just pretending like she doesn’t exist, ” Emma laughed. “She just arrived yesterday, didn’t she?” 

“She did,” Y/N sighed. “Ugh, I don’t want to see her and she wants to talk, what does she want to talk about? We’ve never cared about each other before, met her like three times growing up because my mum and hers didn’t get along, which by the way, I’m scared James and I are headed in that same direction.” 

“You won’t,” Emma said. “James loves you too much to ever leave you.” 

“You never know,” y/n said. “Besides that’s not my point, my point is why does she want to talk? We have nothing in common!” 

“Dunno, you’re blood related and you both rode the same dick, seems like you’ve got a lot in common.” 

Y/n closed her eyes as she forced a laugh, “Emma!” 

“I’m just saying, y/n, that’s why you and I became close, we’ve both kissed the same two guys.”

“It’s different,” Y/N scoffed. “I—just don’t want to see her okay? Because I know I’ll be reminded of every single insecurity I have,” she admitted. “Because I know that the moment I see her I’ll get just so anxious, you know? She’s so pretty, and she’s so perfect and from what-” 

“From what I’ve gathered from Eliza, she’s also a mess,” Emma added. 

“That’s an issue, that’s Tom’s type, just look at me,” y/n laughed as she stared at a bright red lipstick. 

Emma scoffed. “Oh, hadn’t thought about that, Tom’s into messy girls with your genes.” 

“It’s so fucked up, though,” y/n said, as she looked up at the wall, she needed to change the flowers, they were drying out. She hadn’t changed them in a while. 

Emma shrugged, “considering how small his brain is, he probably thought it would feel the same way if he closed his eyes.” 

“As if it would,” y/n replied cockily, finally choosing a light pink, changing it up a bit, she’d always used bright red lipsticks with Tom,  “I’ve known him his whole life, and now I’ve—“she cleared her throat. “ I know exactly how to work him up.” 

Emma let out a loud and long laugh. “I can tell, Jesus, what did you do to him to have him oh, so mesmerized? Are you a sex goddess or why are those two men so bloody entranced by you?”

Y/N blushed and shook her head laughing. “You’re an idiot.” 

“How do you really feel?” Emma wondered, getting the conversation back as serious as it was supposed to be. 

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, she was still on some pair of pjs. “I… I’ve been talking with Tom, or…” She rolled her eyes. “He’s found a way to talk, and I think it’s worked out for both of us.” 

“Oh, what is it?” Emma sighed. 

Y/n walked over to her closet, it felt so weird to choose something to wear, Tom had warned her to be casual, something her style, something very her. 

“We use the script so we can… I guess we’re projecting it all, and well, I think he’s been understanding about it, and I think I’m starting to understand his point of view, about Tim at least.” 

“Please, I don’t need to listen to him to know why he feels that way,” Emma pointed out. 

“Really?” Y/n turned back to Emma as she was choosing between them. 

“I like the red one,” Emma suggested. “But please, y/n,” Emma scoffed. “Timmy was the one who stole his chance, Timmy was the one who got the girl when he had fucked up and everyone around Tom said it, we’ve all said it at some point, Tim is perfect for you.” 

“But—“

“and besides, Timmy was the one-” 

“The one who opened the door when Tom came to apologize,” y/n finished Emma’s sentence as she sat down hugging the red dress Emma had suggested. 

Emma frowned. “What?” 

“Guess Timmy had secrets, too,” y/n said.

Emma seemed confused. 

“He never told me about it, how Tom had come a second time, and…” She sighed. “I mean I guess I’m thankful he didn’t but I’m… I’m only wondering—“

“Oh, back when you first started dating,” Emma recalled. “He did tell me about it, and I.. was the one to advise him not to  tell you.” 

Y/N gulped. 

“Would you have run back to Tom?” Emma wondered, embarrassed. “Honestly I told him not to because—Well, I had asked Harry about it, you know? Harry had said you hated each other and that you had been avoiding Tom for a while now. That you were enemies.” 

“We were.” 

“And I mean—Back then, you really hated him.”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, I did.” 

“So I told Tim not to tell you about it, because I thought—I didn’t know the background but I thought Tom was going to—hurt you, you know? And I guess, we all did, and we all kept that mentality even when he wasn’t trying to.”

“Yeah.” 

“Wow, I’ve never thought about that,” Emma nodded. “Even when I knew you were dating back in New York, we were just waiting for it, for Tom to—“

“Yeah, for Tom to pull a Tom,” y/n ended the sentence. “And I mean—He kind of did, but it was my fault.” 

“Tom really sabotages himself, it seems.” 

Y/N reached out to hug her frog, she was thankful James had brought it, “he does, but because he’s expected to, you know? Maybe that’s why— I haven’t brought it up because I’m not—I’m not expecting the heartbreak this time, and I know bringing up the whole Cherry thing is looking for it,” y/n explained. “I trust him this time, and he really wants to make it work out.” 

“Would you have gone back to him? Had Tim told you he had showed up?” Emma questioned. 

Y/N breathed in heavily. “Dunno,” she said. “I was so heartbroken back then, I thought— and I had promised myself back then I would never fall back for him, and… I mean, I had even thought I would never love again because that’s how dramatic it was, I really didn’t want to see him, that heartbreak is what led to all this mess, you know?” She explained. “Now Tom knows that, I think he really understands it, and he feels guilty and I mean, I was angry when Tom told me about it, because… Tim, well he didn’t know back then, he just was too sure that Tom loved me but—After learning all of this? Tim should’ve told me, because just now, learning it, I guess it changed a lot of things, not that it erased anything, but I lived all this time thinking he hadn’t… He really hadn’t cared, and it took him a lot of time, still, but he had tried to apologize again, and Tim keeping it to himself knowing that what broke me the most was that Tom had never shown up? Tim keeping it to himself is just—so selfish.” 

Emma bit her lip. “He’s still in love with you.” 

Y/N remained quiet. 

“I mean, you can’t blame him,” Emma said. “You guys were… I mean before Tom, you really seemed to be hitting it off, I thought you’d end up dating again.” 

“I did, too, at some point,” y/n admitted. “But-” 

“But you love Tom, I know,” Emma shrugged. “No but… Y/N you also, have to acknowledge it, you can’t keep playing with Tim which-before you say anything, I mean it’s also on him, he knew it, but then again, I… I believed it at some point y/n, that you were going to get back together with him because… The way you looked at him just… and it was just—” 

“I know, I know and I thought… I don’t know, okay?” y/n admitted as she sat up. “I… It’s cause I never… I had closure with Tim, alright? I gave him the ring back because I thought, I know it, I want Tom, okay? It’s Tom, yes, it’s Tom.”

“But?” 

Y/n sighed, “Timmy—alright as I said before, I had said I would never love again after the whole Rome thing,” she cleared up. “And then Tim came along and just showed me this beautiful life and taught me how to love again, and I—He became a very special part of me.” 

“Yeah, and? That doesn’t explain your flirting.” 

“I didn’t—flirt.” 

“Well you answered to his flirting,” Emma pointed out. 

“We were—“

“You guys were flirting y/n!” Emma replied quickly, slightly stressed. “You guys don’t flirt like everyone else! Your flirting style with each other was by showing each other songs and him watering your plants, y/n! You were basically having sex with each other,” Emma rolled her eyes. 

Y/N stayed quiet. 

“But I know, Tom, Tom—“

Y/n gulped. “Yeah, Tom.” 

Emma watched y/n, confused. “Why are you acting like it’s the last time?” 

“What?” 

“Like it’s your last chance with Tom.” 

“I...don’t know, because what if it is, you know? It’s… stupid, we’ve had plenty of chances and… Last time, I just… Had I known it would lead to that. I know it’s my fault, and like we’ve both blown it up so it’s—“

“Neither one of you will fuck up.” 

“I know—But Tom… We are trying and I’m happy but I feel-” 

“Y/N you are pretending, I know, you won’t be happy until you talk about it with him.” 

She sighed. “I know, and we’ve been talking and I…” She coughed. “I really want to try it out.” 

“But…?”

“Am I allowed to forgive something like that? Am I even allowed to get angry about Cherry?”

Emma sat up as well. “Y/N, had he slept with anyone else I wouldn’t be so sure but that’s your cousin, that’s fucked up and-” 

“What if he finds out about Tim?” 

Y/N grabbed the pillow that had once been under her head and proceeded to get it in her face and scream into it. 

“Wait, I’m… I’m gonna try that,” Emma laughed, doing the same. 

Both of them were screaming into the pillows, pitying their sorrows and problems. 

Timmy had walked in. 

“What the hell?” He asked. 

Emma was the only one to peak her head out of it. “It’s therapeutic.” 

Timothee had only chuckled. “I bet.” 

Y/N had stopped screaming but kept the pillow over her face. She didn’t know how she felt about Tim, there was no point in being angry at something from the past, but it did change a lot of the way she saw him, maybe he had forgotten. But Tim was never one to forget, he was observant and he was quiet, and he was all about the stories. 

“Um, y/n?” Tim said. 

Emma watched Tim, and the small object he had in his hand. She shot him a warning glare, scared of the inside. 

“Yeah?” y/n answered from her pillow which now had a nice stain of makeup on it. 

“Can I talk to you?” He asked. 

Another person wanting to talk, what was it with everybody wanting to say words and listening and whatever? Y/N thought to herself. 

Though Timmy hadn’t asked for it yet, she knew it, but he hadn’t really said it, not the whole y/n we should talk. 

She wanted to say no, but she knew that she couldn’t keep doing that. Counting the days until it finally had to blow up, and then end up with bruises, no, she didn’t have to do that. 

She finally let the pillow down, “Yeah, sure,” she said before walking out of her room. 

“Sure, leave Emma behind,” Emma pointed out. 

“I… well,” Y/N looked at Tim. 

“It’ll be quick, darling, Emma dear,” Tim assured her. 

Emma rolled her eyes. “It never is with you both.” 

Tim rolled his eyes before leading the way outside of the apartment, y/n frowned, asking him to wait up so she could put on her sneakers, still wearing her pj’s. 

“So your birthday is tomorrow,” Tim had said as they had walked out, he had sat on the stairs. 

She chuckled as she sat beside him. “Yeah.” 

“You look really pretty,” Tim had said. 

“These pj’s really accentuate my features huh,” y/n joked. 

“Your makeup looks pretty and hair, idiot,” Tim chuckled. 

She only gave him a sad smile. 

“So, what are your plans?” He asked. 

“For… tonight? I’ve got a date,” she explained.

“No, tomorrow.” 

She shrugged. “Tom’s got some plans, apparently, he hasn’t told me anything about it, honestly I don’t… I don’t want to…” 

“What?” 

“Do anything you know? I will be too tired after filming, and I… I just feel like… Dunno, James and Clark will be there and I don’t want to talk to James still, and apparently Cherry invited herself, too so… And you’ll be there, and Harry and Emma… and Josh, and I just... ” She chuckled. “I’ve got a bad feeling.” 

“Why?” 

“Dunno, seems like a perfect combination for disaster.” 

“I met Cherry today,” he admitted. “Well, we’d met before but-Yeah, I thought you’d be at the flower shop. “And she was there, instead.” 

Y/N scrunched her nose. “Yeah I know she’s there, that’s why I haven’t gone there,” she explained chuckling shyly. 

“Why?” 

“Because then I’ll start feeling insignificant, because let’s face it and don’t you dare say no, but she’s really… Pretty, like she’s everything a girl would want to be and I’m jealous of her,” she admitted, truthfully. “I’ve never been the jealous kind but with her, I feel like—Of course anyone would choose her over me, and don’t—Say anything okay? I just feel that way. And if I see her I’ll be reminded of the elephant in the room waiting to be addressed, and I… If the conversation about you went wrong I don’t want to know how that-” 

“About me?” 

“Yeah,” she looked down. “Dunno.” 

Tim bit his lip. 

“How did he-?” 

“I don’t want to talk about that, Tim,” she quickly answered. “I can’t blame him for feeling the way he feels and that’s on me, too, I mean… I… really.” 

“What?” 

She looked down. “I— well, I don’t…know alright? If I feel anxious about Cherry I can only imagine how he feels about you, no, I can’t even imagine it, and look Tim, I—you know you’re very important to me but I’m… I’m dating… Or whatever is going on now, but It’s Tom right now, alright? And I know it’ll be for a long time.” 

“I know.” 

She looked at him, confused by his statement because it really didn’t feel like he knew it.. “And I don’t… want you to think there is an open door or-” 

“Y/N, I know,” he said. “Yeah, I know it’s Tom, now.” 

“But it’s not just—“

“I know,” Tim looked away. “I know.” 

She looked down. “I’m sorry.” 

“Just….” He took a deep breath. “I know it’s him, but that doesn’t… I mean, we’ve been friends, and I—I just ask you not to push me away, alright? I don’t know how I’d live without y/n in my world, and if having you around means having you with him, then I just have to deal with it, move on you know? And I know we are friends, so this is… This comes from your friend, Timmy.” 

She smiled, just slightly, very timidly. It hurt, hurting him but of course, keeping him around meant jeopardizing her relationship with Tom, and she really didn’t want to give it more excuses. 

“Timmy,” she sighed. 

He smiled. “I’m serious, it’s alright, no… no resentment, alright? We both know we… I don’t…you know it, I’ll always love you, but we—I mean you—you love someone else and it’s be stupid of me not letting you love him, that is just pathetically selfish. And don’t get me wrong, it hurts like a bitch…. Yeah, I know it, but… I don’t want to lose you, I am not stupid… but I also… I know that if I give this to you tomorrow, Tom will lose it and I… don’t want that, so I’m giving you this, today.” 

He pulled out a film canister. And it felt like one of those times when life likes to punch you with reality. She felt a fear deep inside her stomach. Last time he’d given her one of those an engagement ring was hidden in it. 

“It’s… It’s not what you think,” Tim rolled his eyes. “Oh, you really thought I’d propose again?” 

She let out a soft chuckle. “No--I… I mean,” I’m-I didn’t think you would-” 

“Your face,” He chuckled softly. “Yeah, no, I… I’m…” 

“Yeah, just last time you gave me one of those-” 

“Yeah, and look where it led us, I’m not… I wouldn’t… No,” Timmy laughed. “No, it’s not… and—do you really think I’m the type of guy to propose on a bad time—-Actually don’t answer that,” he chuckled. “Okay, open it.” 

She grinned, and took the film canister from him. “Man I hope it’s an iPad,” she joked, warning a laugh from Tim. “No, you—you shouldn’t have.” 

She shook it just slightly, listening to no sound coming out from it, before finally opening, carefully. “A…there’s nothing?” She asked. 

“Yeah,” Tim laughed. “I know.” 

She frowned, confused but then chuckled. “I love it… I hope I… can get to wear it soon,” she joked. 

“It couldn’t fit there, but I—Well, you know, we had that tradition, ,” he said before finally giving her the box that sat beside him. 

She took the box and smiled, opening it, an old vintage Polaroid camera stood there. 

“I know you’ve—I think it works, it’s—It’s an original, I've noticed you haven't really taken any Polaroids, and I know you love them,” he coughed. “So, yeah, happy birthday.” 

Y/N had only looked up, giving him a true smile. 

“Thank you, I love it!” 

But of course, the timing could not have gone any worse. Tom had arrived. Y/N had momentarily  forgotten she had agreed to spend the night with him, nothing too serious but Tom had insisted because he had a surprise for early in the morning and he’d come pick her up for dinner and then she’d stay with him. 

Maybe she should’ve seen the trouble coming. 

Tom cleared his throat loudly, “hello,” he said, standing with sunflowers. Yellow flowers with pretty meaning, y/n thought. 

Y/n looked up, calmly, knowing that if he saw any hint of her freaking out it would blow it up because his mind would go places.

“Oh hi!” She grinned. “sorry—I’m not—“

Tom clenched his jaw at Tim, but then turned to y/n and chuckled, “Darling,  when I said casual—I didn’t—“

She chuckled nervously standing up. “Sorry, I—“she squeezed her eyes shut. “I was discussing with Tim something about some pictures he’s planning on—yeah,” she lied, as she hid the film canister and box behind her back. 

“Yeah,” Tim said, clearing his throat, standing up as well. “Hello, Thomas.” 

“Tim.” Tom was nervous already, y/n could tell. 

“Are those for me?” Y/n questioned staring at the flowers  before they could say another word to each other. 

Tom chuckled between his teeth, “yeah, they’re most certainly not for Tim.” 

“Oh,” Tim said, “and here I was getting excited about them.” 

Tom faked a very quiet laugh and then turned to y/n. “So? Don’t get me wrong, you literally look so beautiful—but—“ He smiled looking down at her clothing. 

“Yeah—right!” She excused herself, not forgetting to kiss his cheek, before running back to her room, where Emma was waiting with the red dress and had pulled out some heels for her. 

Emma  walked out of the room, “hello, Tom, long time no see,” she said with sarcasm. 

“I know, these couple hours have been long,” Tom joked back, as he had walked in. 

Tim had followed after. It felt so tense, Emma could swear she could cut the tension with a knife. 

Emma hummed a fake laugh. “There are flower vases over there, you can guess which ones are y/n’s now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna steal Tim from you just a bit, I hope you don’t miss him as much.”

Emma had dragged Tim to her own room. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Emma snapped. 

“A lot of things,” Tim answered. “But let’s not go there, please.” 

“Oh don’t play that with me, I know exactly what you’re doing, and Tim—“

“I’m not—“

“Don’t fucking pull the whole I’m not doing anything bullshit with me,” she rolled her eyes. “I know exactly what you’re doing, and I’m sure you gave her the Polaroid today, really? Exactly when you know she’ll go on a date with Tom? And you take her to the stairs? So he can see it right?

Tim clenched his jaw. “I—Well.” 

“Sabotaging her relationship is not the way to go, Tim,” Emma warned him. “And I—I just told you—Best thing you could try is...move on, alright? I know you love her and that she was—She seemed perfect for you, and I still think you guys worked so well together but… She is so in love with him, and by doing this you’re only hurting her more—Besides, really Tim, you know her better than this,” she pushed. “I—“ Emma sighed. “I'm telling you this because I love you, I don’t want to sound harsh but—“She closed her eyes. “I know she is confused, and making her even more confused won’t help you, let her settle it, let her have it right now.” 

Tim didn’t say anything and just walked out of the room. He had gone to his room and unfortunately had left his door open to see y/n walking out on a red dress to run over excitedly to Tom, who had pulled her close to him to kiss her cheek and smell her perfume. 

Timmy knew Emma was right, y/n was in love with him. So, very deeply in love. And it hurt, seeing her. And Timmy asked for more patience, or for more time, or strength to move on. 

It felt weird, Tim felt lonely and broken hearted, and he just missed her, and it was stupidly incredible that she lived right there in the same apartment. He knew she loved Tom, that was it but it…. It still didn’t make any sense. Honestly, it felt like they were completely strangers. 

Especially y/n, she really felt like a stranger, even to Tom it seemed. She seemed too… distant to everyone.

Tom felt it, too. He felt that y/n was just off, even if she was happy or tried to be and even if she was kissing his cheek, she was being… different. And Tom only wanted to get over with it, the awkwardness. 

And he wondered if she wanted to get over with it, too. 

They went out for dinner, not in the place where she’d imagine Tom would take her, it was a nice dinner place with lightbulbs hanging around, a flower in a glass bottle, candles around, very… cozy, and romantic, and they were talking about barely anything, and maybe for a bit it felt like they were each other again. 

Y/N knew this, she felt weird with herself, as if even when she seemed to be saying what she wanted to say, she really wasn’t saying what her heart wanted, but as if her own heart was keeping secrets. It felt like Tom didn’t know her, though. And it had never felt that way before, but it felt like they were both trying to get to know each other again. Because neither of them were being themselves, not entirely. 

“So, you were clearly not talking about pictures with Tim,” Tom had mentioned. 

y/n looked at him and nodded. “Yeah, I wasn’t….”

“So?” Tom seemed anxious about it. 

“He gave me a birthday present, a…he gave me a polaroid,” she cleared up. “A vintage, original one.” 

“Oh, that’s cool,” Tom nodded, and gulped. “As long as he doesn’t give you a ring.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Tom.” 

Tom shrugged. 

“I… told him,” she cleared her throat. “That well… it’s you.” 

“It’s me?” Tom wondered, and a smile came to his face. “What am I?” 

She rolled her eyes, chuckling softly. “An idiot, that’s what you are.” 

Tom chuckled. “Uh-huh, I am, and what else?” 

She blushed. “Nothing.” 

Tom hadn’t pushed it any further. Their conversation kept flowing. Talking about them. What made them so… them. 

“I remember that everyone was in love with this one guy, ugh, what’s his name? The one that bullied you,” Y/N tried to recall. 

“Edward,” Tom remembered. “He was so big.” 

“Well, everyone had a crush except me, because well, I was the idiot, you know?” 

“You loved that scrawny guy who-” 

“Adorable guy,” she added. 

“Scrawny guy,” he continued. “Who did ballet and everyone crushed on Edward, who-” 

“I actually was… dating Louis back then,” she recalled. “But…” She chuckled. “But my point is… I was the one who… hid a rat in his car.” 

“No way!” Tom’s eyes popped as he leaned over. “You’re kidding.” 

“I… Look, nobody could be an asshole to you unless it was me, that was-” She was nervous. “I was so angry at everything he said at you, I…” She rolled her eyes. “And I… genuinely don’t know.” 

“Where in this bloody world did you get a rat from?” He wondered. “I mean thank you but I didn’t think you’d-” 

“Please I had experience from pranks for you so of course…” She gulped, hiding a laugh. “I...Well, there was a rat in Louis' house, and well they trapped it and instead of… you know killing it I… well told Louis to break into Ed’s car and I hid the rat there.” 

Tom was shocked. “And that was because of me?” 

“No, I hated Ed,” she looked away. “He was the biggest asshole.” 

Tom grinned. “Are you sure? Because I remember that rat incident being right after he had hit me in the hall.” 

“Really?” y/n coughed. “I wouldn’t remember,” she blushed looking away. 

“Which actually brought attention to me, they said it had been me!” He recalled. “I got into detention.”

Y/N grinned. “Yeah, killed two birds in one shot,” she smirked. 

“I’m serious did you-?” 

“Yeah, maybe I did it for you, okay? Whatever, yes, I had feelings for you and I was angry someone else was taking away my job, let’s remember we were enemies back then, alright?” She was nervous. 

Tom smirked. “You had a crush on me.” 

“Shut up,” she chuckled. “You had a crush on me, too.” 

Tom shrugged, smiling. “Yeah, I did. I’m not trying to hide it.

Y/N avoided his gaze, not believing he was actually making her feel butterflies, even after all this time, she was still nervous. In a good way. She wasn’t always nervous, most of the time, she didn’t, she felt so calm around him, but on the edge, as if she didn’t need to worry about being herself but expectant of each other’s attitude. 

Tom watched her, “Why do I always feel like there’s always something on your mind?” 

“Because there is,” she laughed. “Don’t you?” 

“No, I’m dumb, remember? I can actually blank up my mind,” he smirked. “Or well, not at all. There is a constant on my mind,” he had reached for her hand. 

“Oh?” her eyes had brightened up, a timid smile on her face. 

“Yeah, Spiderman,” he joked, earning a glare from y/n. 

It was so stupid. But they were… back being them. Probably because they were alone. As if someone was brushing y/n’s dream, and she couldn’t get enough of him, his laugh was her everything. She couldn’t help but sigh and run out of breath, and never stop blushing, there was no doubt about it. And she had once thought about it, ‘the day that Tom loves me, the world will party’. She had been wrong, the world wasn’t partying, and there were no flowers blooming and no fireworks. The world instead, stopped, as if it was them and only them. The stars were probably jealous of them seeing them shining even more brightly than them. 

“You know, from the moment we met,” he had said. 

“When we were kids, you mean?” She chuckled . 

“Truly met,” Tom gulped. “Rome, I mean.” 

She blinked. “Yeah.” 

“I… Why didn’t you kiss me?” He asked. 

“Hm? When?” 

“That one night, you know the one, lovely evening, I remember I asked for a kiss,” he recalled. “And… you said and I quote: ‘No, Thomas, don’t ask for a kiss’.” 

She looked away, remembering. “Because I didn’t want you to ask for it.” 

He frowned. 

“It’s silly but that’s the way I am, I didn’t want you to ask for it, I was clearly begging for one,” she explained. “I wanted you to… do it. One should never ask for a kiss, or not… verbally.” 

“How so?”

“I mean certain contexts,” y/n said. “But that night? I thought I had hinted it enough 

“So you did want me to kiss you,” He grinned. 

“Of course!” She beamed. “I—it’s not secret by now that I—“she cleared her throat. “Well, enjoy when our lips come together.” 

“Oh, so you enjoy that?” He mocked. 

“Very much so,” she answered shyly. “And—it had been the perfect evening! It would’ve cost you nothing,” she smiled. 

“Cost me nothing,” he laughed. 

“I think you’ll find that kissing me is quite cheap,” she pointed out.

He scrunched his nose. “That’s a lie.” 

“No, no, I was the one who could lose there,” she sighed.

 “No, y/n. Because kissing you costs a lifetime.” 

She scoffed. “How so?” 

“I kissed you once when I was 13 and never stopped thinking about it,” he said. “And after that evening.” 

“Would I have been so bad?” She questioned, “if we had realized it back then.”

“Think we did,” he said, “but you didn’t kiss me either.” 

“No, but—because you had asked for it.” 

“You’re right… I should’ve, but there’s a lot of things I should’ve done...still can’t believe it, how stupid I was,” he said. 

“It didn’t click you know,” she nodded. “When you broke my heart,” she continued. “I mean, the excuses you gave me… They didn’t make any sense.” 

Tom looked down. 

“And…” She sighed. 

“Would you’ve forgiven me? If I had come earlier?” He asked. 

She stared at him. “Maybe,” she admitted. “Probably, if I’m honest… I did wait for you to come again with yellow flowers, and I’d have my hand right in my heart, and I would wait for you to come and apologize and I would see it, you know, wait for you to stand up in the rain and said you didn’t mean it, and I… I was angry, alright? It was stupid letting my life pass by waiting for it besides the whole scenario...but then again, it wa shot and it’s still you and I’m—it’s silly.” 

“It’s not silly,” Tom said. “It’s you,” he took a deep breath, “and I knew you’d like that… kind of stuff, but when I finally realized it, it was too late.” 

“But it’s not late now,” she admitted. “We’re finally on time. And I’m glad I’ve always been so stubborn when it comes to you because otherwise we wouldn’t be here.” 

The evening had continued to flow, as both of them had become quieter, in a way that they didn’t need to talk to communicate, between whispers and giggles and hand brushing, it was all they needed. 

The ticking had stopped, y/n had noticed. It’d come, she knew but… God, when she was with him, she didn’t have to worry about anything. Because it seemed that it was made for them, all her doubts disappeared because he was the answer she needed. It was them against the world. 

They hadn’t talked about Valerie and William, not that night. It was Tom and y/n,.

They hadn’t kissed. Tom had ceased the kissing when James had arrived, which y/n hated, she missed his lips so much her own were begging for them. She wouldn’t ask for it. Never ask for a kiss, not out loud. 

She was wearing his jacket back on their way, he had said: ‘I wasn’t cold but I knew you’d be so that’s why I brought it’. Her hand was on his hair as he drove, listening to music, windows down as they hummed the lyrics, and as y/n stared down at the lights the city was giving her, her hair flying. 

She was sad, though, Tom hadn’t even tried to lean over and kiss her, not even seeing a hint of him trying to do so. 

They had walked in, the guys seemed to be all too invested in a video game, all except for Clark who was rather interested in playing with James’ hair as y/n’s brother yelled at the screen. He looked up when seeing them walk in, he smiled at the sight of y/n’s shoulders being covered by Tom’s jacket. 

“Hello, you two,” Clark had greeted them. 

Tom peeked to see the screen, not letting go of y/n’s hand. 

“Hi,” y/n said, knowing she’d most likely lose Tom’s attention to the screen. 

“How did it go?” Clark asked.

“Bloody hell, Samuel!” James yelled. 

“Piss off,” Harry yelled, too. 

y/n chuckled. “It went well,” she said. 

“Well?” Tom lost focus of the screen, as he turned to her. “Well?” 

She ignored him and kept staring at Clark. “Can you believe the evening has gone by so splendidly but he still hasn’t kissed me?” 

Tom immediately blushed. 

“Good,” said James. “Kissing is gross.” 

“Is it?” Clark asked before kissing his cheek. 

James coughed. “Straight kissing is gross,” he corrected himself. 

Harry laughed. 

Sam scrunched his nose. “Why haven’t you kissed her? you usually bloody eat each other’s faces.” 

Harry scoffed. 

“Don’t you dare eat my sister’s face,” James warned. “Or anything for that matter.” 

“James,” y/n closed her eyes. 

Tom laughed. “We’re gonna…” 

“No, why don’t you guys stay? We were about to play Mario Kart” Offered James. “So why don’t you both play with all of us, you know you can sit over there with your brother and y/n can sit over here, everyone’s happy.” 

“Jamey, love, don’t be a dick,” warned Clark. 

Y/N chuckled. “Fine, I want to play,” she admitted. 

“Great, mario kart is the real deal breaker between couples.” 

Of course, they hadn’t followed James’ instruction for their sitting arrangement, y/n had sat on the couch, and Tom had sat on the floor, resting his back against her. Y/N was still bothered by the fact she hadn’t yet been kissed that night, but she soon forgot it as it felt like one of those nights when they were younger, all of them playing and yelling at each other. 

Tom had left the room without any explanation at some point, but she was too busy trying to beat her brother at rainbow road to even notice. 

Time went by, and before she knew it, the lights had gone off, and they all had turned with a smirk as Tom had walked in with a cake with candles. 

‘Happy Birthday’ they all sang as she stared at the cake, pretty cake, sunflowers again. Tom kissing her cheek. 

It felt… like years ago, the Holland’s, James, and now Clark, too, of course it was Tom holding the cake now, not Harry, and now she didn’t have a wish, usually she’d plan ahead her birthday wishes, because that’s something James had taught her to. Instead, she wished for everything to keep flowing as easy as it could with Tom. Funny, how many birthday wishes had not involved him already. 

They had sat and ate cake like old times, y/n smearing some frosting to Tom’s cheek and then kissing it off, making the boy blush and getting James to glare at her. Laughing at each other, telling old jokes as y/n was laying against Tom, his arms around her and his lips brushing against her head. 

How many years had they not wasted by being enemies. 

Eventually, they had all gone to bed knowing the next day would expect them, except for Clark and James who had stayed in the kitchen. 

Tom and y/n had stayed on the couch. 

“So, I’m gonna be honest,” Tom had said as he had sat with her, he had left yet again to get something 

She only stared into his eyes, begging her with her sight to kiss her already. She should’ve probably wished for that, instead. 

“I—this wasn’t going to be your birthday present.” 

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” she said. 

He had sat up and pulled out a small box, he seemed nervous, but excited. The box… gave her shivers. But it couldn’t be. 

Y/n only smiled watching him, resenting her head against her palm. 

“I—back when,” he gulped, “back when I was still in London debating whether or not to direct dos-a-dos,” he continued. “I—well.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you because—Well,” he grinned. “I am so stupidly in love with you.” 

She only blushed. 

“So—one day,” he gulped. “I went—Well, you know, to the mall and whatsoever, and—I saw this shop.” 

“Right.” 

“And so I bought a pair of boots for me,” he said, leaning against the couch, trying to recall. “They were very—nice, you know?” 

“Uh—huh,” she rolled her eyes. “And did you bring those boots to LA?”

“No, I didn’t,” he side eyed her, “should’ve, you would have loved them.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes giggling. “I bet.” 

“But anyway, after I bought the boots—I passed by that shop you like.” 

Y/n blinked. “Care to be more specific?” 

“The one with the vinyls, and vintage stuff,” he reminded her, but she looked down at the tiny box he was holding, it definitely wasn’t anything from that shop. 

“Oh, yeah, love that place,” she smiled. 

“Yeah, and I—went in,” he admitted. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about you, everything they had… so I—“

She just waited for him to continue. 

“I bought a fee vinyls for me, too,” he nodded seriously.

 Y/n bit her lip, holding back a laugh, “amazing, which ones did you buy?” 

“I bought a Beatles one… uh, Queen.” 

“Great choices,” she grinned. “I’m proud.” 

“And of course Rolling Stones, because I thought of you,” he said. 

Y/n scooted closer to him to gently run her hands through his hair, he couldn’t hide his smile. 

“And then—One day, I went out again,” he grinned. 

“Hm-hm?” 

He coughed, “yeah, and I walked again to that one other shop you like, the one with the clothes.” 

“With the clothes,” she laughed. 

“Yeah, you know the one,” he chuckled, avoiding her gaze. 

“And did you get in?” She asked. 

“No,” he grinned. “I went for an ice cream, you know, I was really craving one.” 

She stared at him, so mesmerized by him, even when he was being the silliest. “God, I love you,” she blurted out, without really thinking of it. That’s how it should be, realy. Nothing wrong with that. 

He finally locked his eyes with her and smiled, he took her hand in his and kissed it. “Yeah, so—“he grinned, “none of that has to do with your birthday present.” 

Y/n chuckled. “Really? I thought the birthday present would be seeing you with those boots and dancing with you to the music on those vinyls and eating ice cream.” 

“Ah, that would’ve been great huh,” he grinned staring into her eyes. 

“Would’ve loved that.”

“I actually did bring the vinyls,” he admitted. 

She kissed his temple. “Great, let’s play them—“

“Yeah, but—I haven’t finished,” he admitted. “I… Well, I've had a lot of time, you know? To reflect on—on the script, on us. But especially the script.” 

Y/n stared at the features on his face, fixating on the freckles on his nose as he kept talking. 

“So, I kept avoiding the script, even if I wanted to direct it because—Well, it was your dream, I remember and I think I’ll never forget how in Rome you told me your biggest dream was making a film of a ballerina,” he said. “I—well, and I wanted to read it, but I couldn’t because I thought—well, dunno, having something yet to read was something I still had to look forward to, you know? And so I kept listening to the vinyls because they reminded me of you, and I kept—trying to find you everywhere, alright?” He confessed. “On every single face and—The days just went by and I—eventually read it.” 

Y/n silently watched him. 

“And I fell in love with it, because—it’s you. The script is so—you, it was like reading an open book about you, and I don’t mean it in the way that it’s our story, like I genuinely—you really poured heart and soul in it, the songs you put in, the setting—and, well, it was really you, you know? I know you’ve always loved 80’s movies because they seem so ridiculous but so magical.“

Y/n chuckled nervously. “Where are you going with this?”

“I know it’s your biggest dream,” he sentenced. “And well—I’m sorry I didn’t get you a pair of boots like mine.” 

She laughed rolling her eyes. 

“And I didn’t get a vinyl.” 

“Tommy,” she nudged him. 

He only handed it to her, the small box. A very stupid and scary suspicion in her head had completely been erased as she picked the small box.

As she opened it, it revealed a necklace with a small pendant of a ballerina hanging from it. The brightest beam had appeared on y/n’s face. 

“I know you’ve—never liked the idea of someone giving you jewelry, especially bracelets or necklace because they don’t hold any meaning, but—I think—I know you’re not a dancer but, I think Valerie is your own special project, and—“Tom grinned. “I was saving it to give it to you on the premier but—“

“I love it, I...No, really this… This is perfect,” she whispered looking at it. Tom had once taught her that roses weren’t always basic. And Tom had now proven to her that this didn’t have to be either, because it was them, and it held such a special meaning to her. 

She leaned over to kiss his cheek, and he only smiled. 

“I was gonna give you a T—“

“As in Troy?” She mocked. 

“That’s exactly why I didn’t.”

She laughed. “I love it.” 

He looked deep into her eyes and she just waited for it… But he didn’t kiss her. 

“Yeah, so, let’s go to sleep,” he quickly stood up, letting her fall flat on the couch. 

“Thomas,” she hissed playfully. He had already left, and she could feel his smirk from afar, so she followed after him. 

“So, you can have my bed, I’m gonna leave to sleep on the couch because that was my agreement with James,” he explained, picking up his stuff as soon as she got to the room. 

She frowned. “No?” 

“Yes,” he replied cockily. 

“I’m not letting you leave until you bloody kiss me,” she replied. 

He paused and then turned with a proud smug smirk, “Then that gives me even more reasons not to kiss you.” 

She opened her mouth to complain, but really she was in such a state of shock that not a single word came out. 

“Goodnight love,” he grinned as he headed to the door. 

“Why are you like this?” She rolled her eyes, giggling. 

Tom took a deep breath before staring her down. 

“For the love of god, kiss me.” 

“No.” 

“Why not?” 

“One shall never ask for a kiss,” he replied smugly. 

“Are you kidding me?” She closed her eyes, not believing it. 

“No, you said it yourself,” he grinned. “Not verbally.” 

“Just shut up and come here, idiot,” she laughed before pulling him close to her, finally placing her lips on him. It felt like just the very first time, Tom and her had that magic, of making each and every kiss feel like they’ve never kissed before, so unique and so perfectly synchronized with each other. 

“Don’t you guys fucking dare to do anything,” James was just walking by with a glass of water. “People need to sleep.” 

Clark had mouthed an apology before following after. 

Y/n had pulled away and then smirked. “Want to prank him?” 

Tom had only given her a weird face. 

Y/N knew James was staying right on the next room, and that she definitely was not going to be able to do anything without him hearing, that of course, meant she could piss him off, to get back at him for being a dick. 

Y/N explained her idea to Tom, and he immediately accepted, with the sole condition to leave the door open so his life could actually be spared. 

Both Tom and y/n had settled in their places, sitting right on top of the bed, right against the headboard which was conveniently against James’ wall. 

And so they started.

Both of them repeatedly, and in perfect sync started, Tom hitting his elbows against the headboard, making sure the noise it made was perfectly identifiable as something else as y/n was jumping on the bed. 

A faint “no, no, no, no, fucking hell, no,”  had been yelled from the other room. 

Tom and y/n tried to hide in their laughter, but proceeded to make it even worse, adding dramatic moans and “oh yes!” “Y/n!” “Right there!” “Tommy!” In between. 

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Now it had been louder. 

“Jamey, love—“ 

Tom and y/n smirked and went in even louder, “yes!” “So tight!” “Harder!” “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” 

“No! No! No! No! Bloody hell y/n I’m in the bloody next room!” James yelled. “I’m gonna kill you, Thomas!” 

And then they heard the loud and quick stumping as James’ door was open as he ran to knock on y/n’s and Tom’s door, but instead, the door was wide open and he could see what actually was happening, Tom and y/n, fully clothed and not even an inch close. 

That’s when both y/n and Tom lost it, bursting into laughter. 

“YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK!” James yelled at them before joining in their laughter, red from embarrassment. 

Clark had followed right after, laughing with them. “So that—“

Y/n couldn’t stop her laughter, even tears had come down her cheek as she stared at her brother so embarrassed, watching them. 

“I can’t believe you fell for that!” Y/N had laughed. 

Clark couldn’t stop giggling either. 

“And by the way, thanks Clark,” Tom laughed, “you’re a real one.” 

“I fucking hate you all,” James rolled his eyes. 

“Now let’s go for the real one,” Tom had joked, probably with a death wish, but he quickly regretted it, “no, no, no, I’m joking! I’m joking!” 

“You bet your ass you’re joking,” James warned before laughing again, defeated, “I hate you both.” 

He had left with Clark laughing behind him, leaving y/n and Tom still laughing at their prank. 

Laughing and laughing until they ran out of breath and laughed again. 

“Shit, I love you so much,” Tom had said with one last breath after laughing. 

“I love you, too,” she had said, “that was the best fake sex I’ve had in my life.” 

“Hm, I’m pretty sure I’ve given you the best non fake one, too,” he had said cockily. 

“Non fake,” she scoffed. 

But then they’ve gone back to laughing, eventually somehow it transformed into kissing, and they had spent the night kissing, and giggling and nothing more, probably because they were aware that it was a very risky situation having James right beside and honestly, they were decent but mostly because they didn’t need more. Just the two of them laying down, and merging their lips together, becoming one with the other, was all they needed. 

The next day was rather perfect, filming had gone as smoothly as it could go, and though they kept their distance because they were professionals, y/n could tell there was something different about her and Tom. Not sure what but it felt like things could work out. A ray of hope, if one must say. 

There had been more cake, more people congratulating her for her birthday and just—Flowers. Sunflowers here and there, Along with blue hydrangeas. Pretty combination. Tom had made sure to fill up the place. She did love the sunflowers. Her mother calling her, auntie Eliza sending her pink carnations, it was—good. Especially after they told everyone about their prank, that made it even better. 

“You do have that fake sex aftermath glow,” Emma had joked. 

Perfect day, a perfect day until the sun was yawning down, she had put on her best clothes, and she was nervous. Not sure why though.

Tom had invited the cast as well. Nothing could go wrong, and it definitely wasn’t going to, right? Y/N had thought maybe it was a good day after all. 

The place had been packed and the first song playing had been Ironic by Alanis Morissette, James had been the first one to point it out, he really liked that song. And though the combination of friends seemed like the perfect recipe for disaster, y/n thought it had gone calmly. At least at the beginning. 

The club seemed to be picked out of y/n’s dreams, an 80’s and 70’s paradise playing the songs she loved to sing along to. There was a karaoke, too, in the background, separate from the dance floor. Honestly, the place was perfect. Fun. 

And y/n had ignored Cherry’s presence as long as she could, she hadn’t been rude, but of course she’d been avoiding her, because the moment she saw her, y/n did feel insecure. She had shown up with a tight dress that gave nothing to the imagination, and her hair perfectly falling down her shoulders, her whole body shimmered. She was beautiful, beyond compare, perfect. 

“Y/N!” She had greeted her. “I’m so glad I see you, I love your dress, hun, happy birthday!” 

Her high pitched tone had only made y/n even more insecure. And y/n had seen her dancing, she’d caught Josh’s attention, it had seemed. Even Asa’s and Gregg’s attention. Because of course she would, the girl was perfect. 

“Is Tim your boyfriend?” Cherry had asked y/n. 

“What?” Y/N didn’t know if she’d heard right. “No… No, he’s not.” 

“Oh, I thought he was!” 

“Happy birthday!” Someone had yelled as they popped off a bottle. 

Y/N could take care of Cherry later, who was actually picking out mostly everyone’s attention. 

“Who is she?” Josh had asked her. “If it weren’t for Emma, I’d say she’s the prettiest girl in the world.” 

There was a lot to unpack from Josh’ statement. 

“That’s my cousin,” she explained. “She’s single, so why don’t you give it a go?” Y/N had suggested, knowing perfectly that if he did, she’d take away another problem. Because she’d seen Harry anxious the moment Josh had showed up.  

Y/N didn’t know why she felt like Harry did know about Josh, she wasn’t sure but the same face Harry was giving Josh was the face Y/N gave to Cherry. 

Initially, she had seen Cherry approach Tom, she had whispered  something in his ear, and he had only gulped before walking off to one of his brothers. It made y/n anxious. 

“You know what? You should go and sing Jolene,” Emma suggested, y/n could tell that Emma probably was slightly dizzy, as she had dragged her, Clark and Auli’i to the dance floor, a...very strange combination. Y/N was just a bit bothered by this, since she wanted to be with Tom, or rather, she wanted to pull him away from where Cherry was. 

“Jolene?” Auli’i laughed. Felt rather weird for y/n hanging out with celebrities. Tom didn’t count… Not in that way, at least. 

“Yes, Jolene,” Emma said. “I’m begging you please don’t take my man!” 

“Your man?” Auli’i had asked. “As in Tom?” 

Y/N chuckled. “Uh...Well….er.” 

“Please, you’re dating, right?” She laughed. 

Y/N didn’t answer. 

“Please, it’s kind of obvious,” Auli’i explained. “You guys have tried to be subtle but we all know it.” 

Well, there goes their attempt at trying to be professional. It didn’t matter, honestly. But it did bother her knowing that Cherry was the only girl in there, but thankfully, her own brother had kept Cherry occupied, thank god.  

Y/N was also bothered by the fact Tom wasn’t by her side,  just slightly bothered. She guessed, however, that he was having fun with his brothers. She wondered where Timmy was, because all she could see was the guys, and Cherry, at the table getting their asses drunk. 

Especially Timmy. 

Emma had dragged them back to the place, y/n had  tried to get close to Tom, who had also tried to pull her close to him, but somehow she had been dragged away again. It was annoying, and the night kept going like that. She hadn’t had one single minute with Tom, and it was bothering her. Tom, too, it seemed. 

Tom was very bothered by the fact that y/n kept being pulled by her friends, not that they were doing it to specifically bother him, but it was… annoying. Also, having Cherry around, was not a perfect situation, especially because she was insisting on talking to him. What in this world was she trying to do? 

He didn’t want to deal with that, he only wanted to have fun. Besides, a club with loud music was definitely not the place to talk. Not on his… girlfriend’s? Birthday celebration. 

The night was getting blurry, to him, to everyone. Half past twelve, it was getting darker, and the drinks had come and gone, drink after drink.  Everyone seemed to be having a very good time, and he wasn’t sure but the lights on the club had probably lowered, flashes green and yellow were blinding him. The group was constantly divided, and he had had only a small chance to dance with y/n. The music was buzzing too loud, as he escaped through the crowds, trying to find y/n, and he saw her, dancing with everyone and then, Timmy had dragged her close to him, she didn’t even notice as she danced and sang along to the… 70’s, yeah 70’s song playing. Tom feared it, because it’s not difficult to know when someone wants to kiss the person you’re in love with. Tim was drunk, Tom knew this, and the look in his eyes was saying everything. And though he didn’t see that look on y/n, he feared it. 

Tom quickly had pulled her by the hand and finally wrapped his arms around her so they could dance. 

Tim had only rolled his eyes but kept dancing with Emma. 

“Hi!” y/n had cheered as soon as she saw Tom. 

“Hey!” 

“Where have you been?” She asked, leaning to his ear.  

“Here and there,” he admitted, she only giggled to lean over to kiss him. 

Everything was going too quickly, the lights and music were not helping. They had barely danced before Emma had dragged y/n. 

“I’m sorry, Tom, but it’s y/n’s and I turn to go to the karaoke!” Emma had said before getting her away. 

“You were getting too comfortable,” Tom had barked at Tim. 

“Pff,” Tim had scoffed. “You’re scared it’ll happen again?” 

“What?” Tom frowned. “I’m-- she’s with me.” 

“Yet she slept with me just before you arrived,” Tim had blurted. 

Tom had felt the music getting louder, and louder, just as Tim had left and Tom was sunk into the dancing crowd. 

He didn’t have to believe him… right? 

In the state of shock, he only tried to follow after where Emma and y/n were heading.The karaoke music was playing, Emma had chosen ‘Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (A Man after midnight!)’ for her and y/n to sing, and they had started, happily singing as she was so unaware of what Tom was feeling right now. Not sure if it was anger, disappointment, jealousy, or all at once. 

The group had followed after them, too, as they were expectant to see the birthday girl, first receiving a very flattering shot of… Tom thought it was probably vodka as soon as she got to the stage. Emma and her sang and yelled, and the group danced and danced. Emma being such a crowd pleaser, yelling and making them cheer. 

Tom couldn't. 

Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayers…

There was no sight of Tim, that was alright, he guessed. But then it… Tom’s mind went to every single time he’d seen her around Tim. It was so fucking obvious, of course they had slept together, and y/n probably still had feelings for him. 

Tom was the only one who wasn’t dancing. 

Emma had jumped off the stage to land on Josh, and then without even thinking about it, she had kissed him, right in front of Harry. 

Sam and Clark had joined y/n on the stage, everyone was just too bloody drunk, and the song seemed to be never ending. Or maybe Tom hadn’t noticed when it had changed, it sounded like another ABBA song. And it was… ‘Voulez-Vous’. Now it was Y/N, Sam and Clark. 

Tom didn’t even realize when Cherry was around him, and it probably was the alcohol working out but he danced with her. Not sure why. 

Y/N saw it, right from the stage, but luckily Clark had been kind enough to dance with her as someone else had hopped to the stage to sing with them, now that y/n was definitely not able to sing. 

And just as the song was ending, and as the next group of girls had popped on the stage,  she saw it, perfectly happening, Cherry’s lips were on Tom’s. 

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Stay With Me Pt. 2 Tim Drake x Reader

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“See you soon Timmy” 

As he watched you tear away from the manor he let out a scream. Tim was never one for noise but the hurt and passion built up in him needed a release. The screech was guttural, you could practically hear his heart breaking, but you couldn’t turn back. As much as your heart ached to run into his arms you were an Al-Ghul, bred for evil and destruction not to run with the good guys. As you ran through the unlocked gates of the Wayne Manor you chided yourself for crying over Tim, feeling tears slip out against your will. But you were free now, and you had a couple gigs this month, the love bird would have to find you not the other way around.

“I’m gonna find her” Tim had easily maneuvered out of the cuffs and pulled the net off of Bruce, currently unlocking the manor as Damian screeched from inside his room, completely locked in. “Tim how did she escape? You were with her almost all the time?” Bruce had taken to the BatComputer, noticing all the programs you had put into place during your three month stay. It didn’t take a genius to realize he’d been played. 

Hearing a click unlock his door Damian came bounding out of his room, full robin attire, sword raised, ready for a fight. “Where is y/n” he hissed. Eventually he realized you were gone, his own sister locked him up before escaping with no words of goodbye. Damian tried to feign strength deciding you were “a betrayer and not his sister” to anyone who asked if he were okay. Tim on the other hand took it upon himself to find you.

While he stayed up late and enjoyed coffee like any other genius, after you he became obsessive. Together Tim and Damian stayed up night after night determined to find you, Damian trying to list off any information he’d gathered in your talks together while Tim scoured the web for any sign. He knew you had a gig, you sounded reluctant to be leaving, so he knew he had to keep a careful eye out. 

Dick, Bruce, and even Jason were worried about their youngest brothers. Bruce could convince/force Damian to rest by pulling the father card or the you’re too young card but neither worked for Tim. This was especially hard on Dick, who took Tim as his responsibility while Bruce was trying to wrangle Dami. After restless nights Dick would drag Tim to bed and the kid would sleep for 20 hours straight before returning to his post, determined not to lose you. “Dick she said she’ll see me soon. Soon! I have to be ready!” Tim would recount every word you’d said, pouring over the tapes of the two of you together, reliving every moment as he realized you did care about him. You’d been proud of your escape, not disabling the cameras so Tim could follow you out of the manor during your escape. What you missed was that it meant he found the tape from the entrance, he watched on replay as you wiped tears from your eyes, running out of shot. 

Eventually he shared this footage with Dick. Needing to share this information with the only person in the family who had a grasp on their emotions. “Tim you know what this means, she feels the same. Look, (he zoomed in on your face) Tim you know how to read body language, this is breaking y/n as much as it is you” Tim agreed, but he didn’t know if this hurt more or less, but it gave him the drive he needed to find you.

“This is boring” You complained as you sat with one of Savage’s lackeys while your programs obliterated some small countries homeland defense system. “Hacking the BatCave was easier than this” you noted, loving the shock that some of the men couldn’t hide at your most recent accomplishment. About to fall asleep you heard the alarm you’d been waiting to hear for months, he’d finally found you - took him long enough.

“DAMIAN I GOT HER” Tim shouted from the main computer as Damian raced into the cave. “She’s in fucking Europe, how the hell do we get there? Look she’s wrecking their homeland security - hey! Did you see that hop from defense to offense? I taught her that!” Tim had set a bar at the top of the computer tracking your progress. 10 minutes left before you were in complete control, Tim was sure it was all your programs, there was no way you were lifting a finger. “Drake I can’t get there in 10 can you slow her down?” Tim shook his head, these weren’t American defense systems which meant he couldn’t drive his way in from his source on the inside like normal. “I’m gonna send her a message - see if she’s at her computer”

You smirked as you saw a new rabbit hole pop up, your programs highlighted it because it wasn’t yours. Pulling out another computer Savage had so graciously gifted you, you began down the path, hoping for Tim to lead you to a server where you could chat while your systems did the rest of your work.

“She’s here! Dami what should I say?” Tim squealed as Damian paced back and forth behind his chair. “I don’t know Drake I had assumed when you found her it meant I could go to her, not be stuck here behind the computer TT” Damian was frustrated, but Tim was elated.

(LB) Hey, long time no see

(RH) Hello Timothy fancy seeing you here

(LB) You’re one to talk Ms. RHood, what’s the LB?

(RH) Well love bird, I’m just happy you found me

(LB) We both know you made it easy, come back to me y/n, stay this time

(RH) I can’t Tim, Dami knows as well as I do we were trained for evil not good. You’ve brainwashed him better than I thought if he actually thinks Ah-Ghul’s can be good.

“What the hell does that mean?” Damian shouted as he read the text. “It’s in my blood - father’s blood! We are half and half. Tell her that!”

(LB) He says good is 50% you. Isn’t it?

(RH) Never met my father. I’m 50% hard work and the rest is Al-Ghul. Sad to think Dami went soft

You felt bad, but you knew only an angry Damian could find you so you could see him again. You didn’t need to anger Tim more than already, you just needed to remind him why you were worth searching for. 

(RH) So you found me love bird. Any final questions before you let me go?

(LB) I’m not letting you go y/n, I’ll find you, you said so yourself “see you soon remember? I’m gonna make you stay”

(RH) I’m glad you’ll keep your promise. I miss you Timmy. Tell me - do you still remember our kiss?

“YOUR WHAT” Damian lunged for Tim who pushed him off, pointing to the progress bar which was almost complete. “Only a couple more messages Dames we have to get some information.

(LB) Good to know you’re missing me too y/n, we both know you’re almost gone so how long until I see you again?

(RH) I said see you soon didn’t I? Plus how could I leave my dear brother without a goodbye hug? Now as I’m sure you’re aware I must go - evil awaits!

(LB) No! Y/n wait stay with me, just tell me where you will be and I’ll come get you! Stay! Choose good y/n. Choose me

(RH) Oh lovebird we both know that’s not quite my speed. But I’d choose you anyday ; ) So I guess the only promise I can make you is that I’ll see you soon! xoxo

~ log closed ~

Watching from the cameras as Savage’s assassins infiltrated and grabbed whatever stupid object would end the world this time you thought about Tim, hoping you’d given him enough passion to continue. You’d make it easier on him next time, seeing as Poison Ivy needed you back in Gotham this meant “see you soon” was a lot closer than Tim thought. You thought back to Tim begging you to stay on the chat, again a rogue tear slipped but not before you could destroy it, it was useless to cry over Timothy Drake Wayne - he should be crying over you. Not the other way around. Shaking off rogue emotions you packed up, collecting your pay from Savage and moving on to your next project.

“Drake we lost her, y/n is gone again” Damian slammed his fist against the wall, but he realized Tim’s entire body was shaking. Upon closer examination Tim was shaking with laughter. “Dami, that was perfect! Y/n is totally in love with me! She was so focused on me begging her to stay she didn’t even realize I used my own tech whiz skills to bug her computer! Next time she opens it up we’ve got her!” Tim jumped up from the chair, punching excited fists in the air.

“Dear y/n has no idea what’s coming for her” Damian nodded in approval as Tim ran to his room to pack, knowing you would be opening that computer soon. Again he couldn’t hold back a shout, this time of joy as he knew what was coming:

“See you soon y/n!”

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a poor man’s life

Summary: Timothee’s nothing but an average man, that can offer nothing else but his love for a wealthy man’s daughter. But will that be enough?

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The lone lamp post combated with the moonlight that illuminated the single bench I sat on, as if they knew of the troubles that arose before me. If that wasn’t enough, the glare that flickered in between my fingers while I tousled with the silver ring humbled me of the implications of that earlier evening.

-

Silence engulfed the both of us on that terrace, the moonlight shining as an omen of, hopefully, good luck, while the sounds of Manhattan carriages and late night bar talk livened up the city. The view of central park directly below us balanced out the chaos of the night, and kept my mind off of the single ornament I hid in my coat pocket, that would determine the rest of my life. 

“Isn’t it beautiful out here, mon amoureuse?” I gestured to the twinkling lights that prohibited the natural stars to shine above. “What a view the city is at night”

“Yes Timmy, I might agree” She replied diplomatically, remembering her lessons of elegance and etiquette, just as her mother forced upon her. She casted her hands gently across the terrace railing, that was beautifully entangled in fairy lights and greenery that her maids had prepared the morning before dinner. She scanned at my appearance, noticing the little flares of my best suit I chose to wear today, embellished with gold tassels at my sleeves. “Your suit is very becoming on you, Timothee. You should dress like this more often” I nodded at her findings, pulling at my cuffs to straighten them out.

“You might care to be careful, you might dirty your ‘foreign italian silk’ Y/N” I teased, referring to how dangerously close her exaggerated dress was to touch the thorny vines. “I will never understand why you have to dress over the top with such common dinners as these” I fell witness to the full moon above, squinting my eyes to find hidden stars, while I scrutinized their unfamiliar way of life. 

“Well Timothee, you forget that I’m a politician’s daughter. ‘Image must always be upheld’ as my father says” She mocks with a deepened voice, she puffed her chest and flexed her invisible sleeves to impersonate the illustrious frame of her father’s position. “Plus, you’re my tutor Timmy, you wouldn’t understand the disputes I’m forced to handle” She sighed, crossing her arms together gracefully, tracing the embroidered lace that decorated her arms. 

“Oh yes, the hardships of being petted” I replied sarcastically, a hint of bitterness slipping through my tongue, as I reminisced on my own trying times of childhood. I shook my head in lament the second the words were spoken, and I faced the maiden with remorse and atonement for my actions. 

“Don’t mind it my boy, I understand of the labor you’d toil with as a child” She reached for the underside of my hand, bringing it to her chest for an amiable embrace. “I couldn’t imagine losing my mother so young, despite of the adversity she’d generously grant me” She sympathized, looking down to listen to the horses neigh and clatter about the streets.

I squeezed her hand in return, pulling her close to my chest as if to protect her from the cold and dark outside world, confining her to the secret paradise of our own. I tilted her chin up to mine, placing a chaste kiss to her forehead, eliciting a bashful smile on her lips. I continued to move to her cheeks with her silent encouragement, settling on her lips, but she suddenly refused, pushing me away lightly. 

“Timmy, someone might catch us” She warned, patting the pleats that were newly formed on her dress. I drew a step closer to her, enclosing that distance between us again, resting my hands on her hips. Her breath drew short with the sudden change, but slowed to the warmth and comfort that we both radiated with the presence of each other. 

“Why must we continue to hide, mon amoureuse?” I searched her estranged eyes for an answer, as I was beginning to grow tired of the challenges of hiding. “I love you, and hopefully, you love me as well. But Y/N, you must understand that it’s seldom of me to ask of you for anything, but to be able to wear our relationship proudly” I confessed, caressing the side of her half illuminated face, casting her into a baffled trance whilst tucking the stray hairs behind her ears. 

“Timothee, we’ve spoken about this, my father would never approve of our union” Sorrow spoke for her at the mention of her father’s approval, she placed her hand on top of mine, trailing her thumb between my fingers in a loving way, before removing it from her cheek.”I love you, more than I can ever do with any of the patrons my mother brings me to marry. You’ve made the definition of being a women evolve beyond our time, regardless of the constraints my mother has taught me of high society. I’m thankful for that and the love you’ve blessed me with in the meantime” She returned to her cold spot on the terrace, playing with the ties of her dress that maintained the shape of the dress. 

“My love, I’ve showed you the world through an array of books and the things I have been hired to teach you. But, I would love the honor to explore lands that are unfathomable in our books” I began, plucking the humble ring from my pocket and shielding it from her view. 

“I understand your intentions my boy, but it’s simply not agreeable of me- especially of my father to be with-” 

“To be with what? A man whose pockets are empty? Who won’t be able to buy you your expensive silks and puffed sleeves?” Y/N stood quiet, confirming the allegations that I had brought up. “Money doesn’t buy you happiness, you don’t have to-” 

“Yes I do Timmy! It’s my duty to fulfill as their daughter” She expressed, frustration taking over her as she wailed in the failure of her defiance. “I must marry well, not only for my family’s reputation, but a women can only do so much on economic predisposition” She laid her head low, walking towards me with a defeated silhouette, her eyes threatening to spill with tears as she rested her head in the crook of my neck. 

“Then..” I twiddled with ring between my fingers, pulling it out slowly in hesitation while concealing it in my palm. I grabbed her hand in mine, pulling it close to my lips with an admiring kiss, while I stared into the eyes of the women I hopped to bear my children one day. “Marry me Y/N. Marry me and I promise to devote my love to you and only you” Anxiety rose to my fingertips as I showed her the silver ring, the only evidence of my mother’s existence as I promised to give it to a women that held my heart dearly. 

Tears did fall at that moment, her eyes glistened in incomprehensible emotion as she brushed away at her face. I thought things were all well, until a harrowing sob broke through her somber lips. Worry took course through my body, igniting myself with panic while I wiped away at her wistful eyes. 

“Is it the ring? I-I know it isn’t what you’re used to but-” I fumbled, failing to reach for the handkerchief I kept in my pocket, when I heard her struggle through her words. 

“I- Timothee. I’m so sorry” She sobbed woefully, shaking her head tentatively. 

“What are you apologizing for my love? Did I scare you? What ghastly thing did I do to upset you, mon amoureuse?” 

She took a breath, calming herself enough to speak her truth. 

“My Timmy, my darling boy. My mother has set me to marry an ambassador from Europe in the coming year. We are to discuss the union at first light tomorrow”

-

At that instant, love as my mother taught me couldn’t conquer the selfish implications the world bestowed upon me. Love couldn’t conquer the poverty that had tainted my name, and made me lose credit within high society. Education became second to economy, the title of being a man the only form of salvation for me. 

My dear Y/N would go on to blend into the hierarchy, marrying a man whom she doesn’t love, but will soon learn to for the sake of her future. She will raise a little family, sending her offsprings to school, teaching them the same restraints and traditions her mother had laid upon her. She will succumb to the comfortable life, soon forgetting the lessons of our adventures together, with the only reminder of us when she lays next to her future husband and endure the coldness of her bedside. 

As night became day, I started to understand the truth. A poor man’s life will always prove to be better than a life without love. 

[fidothefinch]

Playing House - Ch 1: Welcome Home

He shifted the duffle bag higher over his shoulder and walked on, toward the back of the dealership building. “I’m here, just like you asked,” Dick said, raising his voice. “Alone. I have your mon—”

He stopped dead in his tracks as car headlights flicked on, directly ahead of him.

This wasn’t a ransom drop-off.

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This chapter fills the Whumptober 2020 prompt for Day 2: kidnapping. I have planned on writing about five prompts into this story, but who knows?

Overall warnings for this story: kidnapping, nonconsensual restraints, attempted nonconsensual drugging, domestic abuse, using family members as hostages, forced infantilism (not the kinky kind), some form of gaslighting, and the antagonist uses some “parenting phrases” that may be triggering for some folks (counting down, for example)

Warnings for this chapter: all of the above, plus ransom demands, being threatened with a gun, non-consensual non-sexual kissing (not on the lips), (the word “sugar,” as in “give me some sugar,” has a familiar affection connotation rather than a sexual one where I am from (southern US); I am warning for it regardless)

Dick’s feet hit the pavement as hard as the rain.

“Tim! Damian!”

There were no answers. A few people taking shelter from the weather in a nearby pavilion glanced over, but nobody said anything. This was Gotham, after all.

Dick’s jacket was soaked through, but he didn’t stop long enough to take it off. He wiped water out of his eyes and peered into the foggy weather around him. There was an open gazebo smack-dab in the center of the park, and he raced to it so he could get a better look.

His feet slid on the wet floor when he got inside, but he wasted no time pulling out his phone. While it rang, he searched the park again, in all directions, as though there were a chance the two of them had left their bags under a picnic shelter to play a demented game of hide-and-seek and would pop out from behind a tree, cackling.

He turned Tim’s broken camera over in his hands. No way he would have left it; it was new, a gift for his birthday.

He was so focused on his search he didn’t notice, at first, when Bruce answered the phone. He snapped back to reality with a sharp, “Richard. Report.”

“They’re gone.” He was panting from his sprint through the park. “I’ve looked everywhere, and they’re gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?”

“They left all of their stuff at our pavilion. Tim left his camera – the lens is cracked. I found it on the ground a few feet away.” He had to stop to catch his breath, and he swiped his soaked hair back off his forehead.

“Have you tried calling them?”

“Nobody answered.”

“I’ll have Alfred try again from the secure line. When did you last see them?”

“We had just finished setting out the food. I saw an old friend from school and we got talking, and when I got back they were gone.” His breath hitched when he saw two figures running down the path ahead of him. “Wait. I think I see them.”

Without hesitation, he ran after the figures. “Tim! Damian!”

They didn’t answer, but that was typical. As Dick got closer, though, he realized with a heavy heart it wasn’t his brothers. The two joggers hurried past him without a second glance.

“Dick?”

“It wasn’t them.”

A sound caught his attention. A familiar tune, one he had heard chirping through the thin walls of the manor countless times. He tuned out Bruce and followed the sound of Damian’s ringtone, hope building in his chest.

He found Damian’s cell phone, and that hope plummeted.

He reached into the weeds and pulled out the device. The screen was cracked, but he could clearly make out the caller ID across the screen. He hung up his own phone to answer Damian’s.

“Master Damian?”

“It’s me, Alfred,” Dick answered, voice flat.

“I think Tim and Damian have been abducted.”

xXx

Twelve hours later, Dick pulled his vehicle into a used car dealership’s parking lot. He scanned the lot as he pulled through, but didn’t find any signs of life. The shadows were still; the night silent. He seemed to be alone.

“I want to talk to Richard,” the kidnapper had said through a voice modifier. Bruce had spluttered a refusal, but Dick didn’t hesitate to answer with, “I’m here.”

Dick found a spot to park, but hesitated before opening the door. He rested a hand on the seat next to him, where a stuffed black duffel bag waited.

“Bring $100,000 in unmarked fifty-dollar bills. No consecutive serial numbers. Pick it up from different banks and accounts. Come alone.”

Dick hoisted the bag over his shoulder, wincing as its weight dug in. It was heavy, and nearly dragged him off-balance as he exited his car. His breath fogged in the night’s chill, and his car door shutting sounded like a nail in a coffin.

“Don’t involve the police,” the kidnapper had said. “If I see a single cop get involved in the case, I’ll kill one of the boys. And I’ll let you decide which.”

Batman was around here, somewhere. Dick looked from the corner of his eye, and spotted a flash of movement from a rooftop not too far away. If they weren’t able to catch the criminal tonight, they would still be able to collect enough evidence to put him away.

But the most important thing was getting Tim and Damian back.

“We need proof they’re still alive.”

“Oh, I can help with that.” Dick and Bruce exchanged a worried look over the phone speaker as footsteps sounded over the other end. A door creaked open. Then, “Timmy, honey, say something for your dad?”

The distinctive sound of bedsprings squeaking. “Bruce?”

“See? Safe and sound, as long as you follow my rules.”

There didn’t seem to be anybody at the meeting place. “Hello?” Dick called out.

No response. He shifted the duffle bag higher over his shoulder and walked on, toward the back of the dealership building. “I’m here, just like you asked,” Dick said, raising his voice. “Alone. I have your mon—”

He stopped dead in his tracks as car headlights flicked on, directly ahead of him.

This wasn’t a ransom drop-off.

He dropped the duffel bag to the ground and backed up, but he couldn’t outrun a car. Wheels squealed on the pavement as the car lurched forward and took a sharp turn, cornering Dick against the brick wall. The trunk of the car popped open, and the streetlights glinted off the barrel of a gun.

“If you ever want to see your brothers again, you’ll get inside right now.”

It was a woman.

It was all the thought he had to process before a warning shot buried in the brick wall next to him, spitting dust and shrapnel at his face. He blinked and coughed, ducking to avoid a second shot.

“Get in right now! Don’t make me count!”

Weird choice of words. When he looked up, Batman had crept into the parking lot, and waited behind a car to pounce.

“One!”

Dick looked over the car, using his shock and fear as an excuse for his hesitation. There was no license plate, no identifying marks. He suspected it was a car from the lot itself. The woman wore black clothing; none of her skin or hair showed.

“Two!”

They didn’t know enough to identify the kidnapper; even if they were able to catch her, they wouldn’t be able to find Tim and Damian on their own. There was a chance she didn’t intend to take Dick to the same place, either.

Dick made eye contact with Batman, across the lot. Batman’s mouth was a hard flat line.

“Two and a half!” the woman shouted, through grit teeth.

Dick raised his hands. “Don’t hurt them,” he pleaded. “I’m coming.”

He rose to a full stand and shifted to the side, toward the trunk. The woman turned to point the gun at the back of the car while he climbed inside.

It was clean, at least.

She barely waited long enough for him to get both feet inside before she slammed the accelerator, and the trunk slammed shut over Dick’s head.

xXx

He felt the car swerve through city streets for what he estimated was twenty minutes, before they pulled onto a highway and drove for another hour or two. He reached out to smash one of the car’s taillights, but found them blocked with an extra layer of sheet metal. He used his hands to search the darkness for the switch that would open the trunk from the inside, but, predictably, this was missing, too.

She changed cars nearly two hours after they began their journey, forcing Dick’s wrists and ankles into two sets of leather cuffs that buckled behind his back. He felt sick to his stomach when he realized they were soft from use. She let him sit in the back seat, this time, with the assurance that the child lock was engaged and any “shenanigans” would be met with severe punishment. After she buckled him into the seat, she put a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. The lenses had been taped over; he was effectively blindfolded.

They drove another two hours. Dick worried his bottom lip with his teeth the entire car ride.

xXx

“Dick!”

“Tim?”

The sunglasses were ripped from his face, and he stumbled in the sudden light flooding the room.

It was a relatively small space, with two identical twin-sized beds set against opposite, pastel-blue walls. A dresser and desk took up most of the far wall. The lone window, above the desk, was boarded over.

Tim was lying in one of the beds. He wore similar cuffs to Dick’s, except his were attached to the metal headboard, keeping him pinned back. There were dark circles under his eyes, but Dick couldn’t find much else wrong with him on his first look-over.

“What are you doing here?” Tim asked.

Dick ignored the question, trying and failing to get closer to his little brother. “Are you hurt?”

“Timmy,” the woman behind Dick said, saccharine voice strained with the effort of pulling Dick toward the opposite twin bed.

Tim stiffened. His eyes tracked over Dick’s shoulder.

“You kicked your sheets down again. How many times do I have to tell you?” she admonished. “If you do it again, you’ll get time-out.”

“You’re crazy,” Tim said. “And I’m an adult.” He scowled at the look Dick shot to him. “Shut up, Dick.”

“Young man, you’re already in trouble.” The woman pushed Dick down onto the opposite bed. “Language like that is not allowed under my roof.”

“Then let us go.”

“That’s not how families act.” She pinned Dick down with a hand on his chest, and Dick got his first good look at her. She looked to be around her mid-thirties. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and her face was still round with youthfulness, even if there were the beginnings of creases around her eyes and mouth. Her makeup reminded Dick of old Hollywood movies.

As Dick studied her, she pulled something out of her pocket. When she smiled, it was sweet and warm. “Open up, sweetheart.”

Dick eyed the pill. He couldn’t tell what it was. “Uh. No, thanks.”

“Take the medicine and you’ll get some sugar.”

Dick recoiled. “No.”

She sighed. “The longer we have to do this, the longer it will be until I can check on your baby brother.”

Dick glanced around the room again. There were no signs Damian had even been there.

Tim seemed to know what he was looking for without him having to voice it. “I haven’t seen him since the park.”

“Hush, Timmy. You’re supposed to be asleep.” The sharp words were tempered by her soft expression. When she looked down at Dick, she held up three fingers. “I’ll give you to the count of three, and if you don’t take your medicine, I will have to put you in time-out, too.”

The counting again. It wasn’t unusual for Gotham’s villains to have their themes, but Dick had to admit this one was new.

“One.”

Maybe one of Calendar Man’s cousins? Dick fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“Two.”

“Dick,” Tim said, voice quiet. Dick looked past the woman’s hand and met Tim’s gaze.

Tim shook his head, just slightly.

The woman’s face was slowly getting more red, but her expression was frozen. “Thr—”

Dick opened his mouth.

“Oh!” Her smile stretched wider, revealing pearly white teeth. “Thank you for doing what I asked.” She placed the pill on his tongue and waited expectantly for Dick to swallow it.

Dick pocketed it under his tongue and pretended to swallow.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The woman didn’t seem too interested in waiting for the drugs to take effect. She got busy unlocking the cuffs behind Dick’s back and reattaching them to the bedframe in a mirror of Tim’s position. When she had finished, she stood up, admiring her work. “Would you like me to tuck you in, Richie?”

Dick’s face screwed up at the nickname. Ew. “No.”

She seemed determined to ignore him, reaching down and pulling the navy blue sheets over his legs and torso, tucking them into the sides tight enough they practically pinned him to the mattress.

“Where is Damian?” Dick asked.

“Dami’s in the nursery, where he’s supposed to be.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Shh, Richie.” She bent down at the foot of his bed, and a night light flicked on. “It’s time for bed.”

She leaned down over his face, and Dick cringed back.

She pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead.

He froze.

She stood up again and walked over to Tim, tucking him in again and repeating the gesture. Tim twisted his head away, and received a sharp slap in retaliation. Where she kissed his forehead she left a smudge of bright red lipstick.

The woman walked to the door and waited in the open doorway. “Goodnight, boys,” she said, sickeningly sweet. “Sweet dreams.”

The door locked behind her.

[divineluce]

Will-o-the-Oh Shit|| Morgan & Luce

Location: The woods outside of White Crest

Notes: Occurs Wednesday, April 1st (Before this Winston & Luce Chatzy)

Keeping an eye on the compass that she’d brought along with her, Luce followed the bright lights that danced just out of reach through the darkness. Even though this whole endless night thing sucked balls, at least it meant more of these elusive little creatures were out, trying to lure unsuspecting people out into the woods. Ever since she was a little girl, she’d always been interested in the will-o-the-wisps that lurked around the woods of White Crest. There was something fascinating about them, a being of pure flame and light? It’d be a neat addition to her room, to have a bottled flame creature. She’d put it up on a shelf, right above Iggy’s terrarium. She had it all planned out. Her backpack had a couple of jam jars that she’d etched wards of holding onto the lids, and one of her short swords was resting on her hip. Shining her flashlight on the forest floor, she picked her way carefully through the woods, one of the balls of light growing ever tantalizingly closer. Until she realized… that this ball of light wasn’t a will-o-the-wisp at all. It was a person’s flashlight. “Hey. What are you doing out here?” She called out, irritated that her chase had been thrown off. “It’s not safe.”

With no curse magic to work and her research back in the search and read forever stages, Morgan was spending her idle time stocking up on essentials for her shop. She was still running on fumes from transforming the earth around the house, but she had a lot of orders to fill, even with the medical emergency notice she’d put on the shop banner. And at least her minor transmutation conjurings weren’t exhaustive. So long as she only kept to a few a day. She had already gathered more sand, but forest earth had a few key components that would make her work a lot easier. Morgan trucked carefully along, mindful of her just healing knee, scooping up a few more handfuls and stuffing the jar in her bag. It was all well and good until she heard a stranger’s voice. Morgan froze. I didn’t sound like an ���I’m going to eat you’ voice, but Miriam hadn’t sounded like that until the very end either. Morgan considered shutting off her flashlight, but that made as much sense as saying “Nobody’s home!” to a knock on the door. Slowly, she raised it in the direction of the speaker. “Hello--?” She ventured feebly. “I could ask the same thing about you. It’s pretty dangerous, out in the dark. People get hurt this way.” ‘People’ included her, but Morgan could only process one issue at a time.

Shifting so her sword was hiding by her long jacket, Luce stepped closer, into the light of the person’s flashlight. “Uh huh, well that makes both of us idiots then.” She said, squinting through the harsh white light. “Can you point that somewhere else?” Luce asked, pointing her own flashlight at the dirt. She really, really didn’t want to be stuck standing around here, not when the will-o-the-wisps were out tonight in full force. This was going to be her lucky night, she could feel it. Iggy was going to get a little sibling and she was going to have the cutest, wickedest little night light in her room. It was going to be great. “Look, I’ve got places to be, but you should head back home. Lotta weird shit going on out here.” She said to the woman holding the light. 

There was something familiar about the young woman in front of her. Morgan had never heard her voice before, but there was something in the tone that reminded her of Nell. Maybe stubbornness had a sound. Morgan angled her light away from the girl’s face and stepped a little closer. “And what about you?” She asked. “I could say the same thing. For all I know, you’re going to fall down a well like Timmy. Do you at least have any protection against the night critters?”

Listening to the other woman’s reply, Luce glanced back into the woods, her eyes still trained on the tantalizing orbs of light that were floating further and further off into the distance. Shifting her backpack, the jam jars in her bag clinked together noisily and she let out a long sigh. “I’m looking for something. And you scared it away. Or, you confused me. Either way, I’m gonna go.” She said, fully ready to walk away from the conversation. But, the mention of protection made her stop for a moment. Weird phrasing. “I’ve got this, I think I’ll be fine.” She said, shifting to flash the sword on her belt in the light. “Why are you even out here anyways?”

Oh, gosh, that was a scary looking sword. Morgan couldn’t help but jump back a little. It was definitely not the kind of thing a Timmy who fell down a well would do. So the girl, whoever she was, could hold her own. Still, Morgan didn’t feel ready to leave yet. “I’m sorry,” she said, a little defensively. “It’s not like I can wait to do anything until sunup right now. I had my own woodsy errands to run. You can find a lot of good things out here. But what are you looking for? Maybe I can help? It would make up for making you lose your spot or whatever.”

“Fair enough. And no, you can’t help.” Luce said, shifting her bag on her shoulder. She’d gone out here to find a will-o-the-wisp, not to babysit some random lady in the middle of the woods. And she certainly wasn’t going to turn back now. It had been ages since she’d seen a cluster of the little living lights and there was no knowing when this endless night stuff would let up. She might as well try and catch them while there was still the opportunity. As she turned to walk deeper into the woods, something slipped out of her bag and fell into the dirt, rolling towards the other woman’s feet. Turning, Luce’s lips tightened as she realized one of her jam jars had fallen out of her bag. “Toss that back, will you?”

Morgan picked up the jar and examined it under the flashlight on her phone. It was just a glass jar, save for the markings etched into the lid. Morgan held it better to the light, she recognized some of them from her mother’s things. A binding ward. Morgan held onto it and approached the woman carefully. “I don’t guess this is for blackberries,” she said wryly, handing it out to her. The sleeve on her sweater had bunched up, and as she handed it off, she revealed a shiny glint of her transmutation cuff. “Sure you don’t need a hand with what you’re looking for?”

As the woman approached, Luce’s eyes narrowed in the dim light, her hand resting on her belt. But, when she handed it back to her, the cuff on her arm shone in the light. A transmutation cuff-- the new coven member. Ah fuck. What was her name again? Mallory? Melody? Mo-- “Hm. Imagine meeting you out here, Morgan. I’m Luce. Vural.” She said, taking the jar from the woman with a nod. Glancing back over her shoulder, Luce mulled over her options. Honestly, she didn’t really want the help. But, it couldn’t hurt to have another spellcaster on hand. And it’d probably be good to learn about the latest addition to the coven. “Suit yourself. I’m tracking some will-o-the-wisps.” She said, tilting her head deeper into the woods before resuming her brisk walk. “So. Why are you out here?”

“Luce!” Morgan gasped with relief. “Oh, stars, Luce Vural! I--you know, I thought there was something familiar about you, I just couldn’t get my finger on it, but this is good!” Morgan brightened up in the dark, smiling wide. “I owe you more than brownies anyway, right?” She began to walk with her, hustling a little to keep up on her short legs. “Will o’ the wisps! I didn’t know they had casting properties. What are you hoping to get from them? Oh, me, I was just restocking on alchemy supplies. The more minerals in the samples, the easier it can be to transmute.”

Ah fuck. As Luce listened to the other woman begin to chatter away, a sinking feeling filled her stomach. She should have just left her in the woods. Should have just taken the online rambling at its word and just fucked off into the woods. “Mm. I get that a lot.” She said, a touch irritated. Everyone always said she reminded them of Nell or Bea or even her fucking mother. Walking through the brush, she kept her eyes focused on the faint glowing balls of light. Her compass was still showing her true North and keeping her on track, but the chatter was making it difficult for her to navigate. “They’re not for casting.” She grunted, “Mm. Fun. Dirt.” Alchemy had never been something that interested her, mostly for that reason. It was all about minerals and rocks and dirt. Great to hike around, less great to stick your hands in and transmute. 

“Well, you are family, aren’t you?” Morgan tried. She sensed something hiding under Luce’s agreement, but she couldn’t for the life of her pinpoint what it was. She had ruffled more often than not when strangers pointed out a resemblance between her and her mother, but only because the similarities were skin deep, by her reckoning, and she hated to imagine her mother’s disappointment at knowing it too. But the Vurals were sisters, vibrant and connected even with their own differing lives and personalities. There was something essential and bright that connected them, and they were all so accomplished. They belonged, together and apart. Morgan had been so lonely for so much of her life, it didn’t occur to her that there might be a reason for a sister to want to be visible in a different way. “It’s dirt now,” Morgan admitted, “But tomorrow it’ll be glittering silicon dioxide, calcium fluoride, silver, gold, steel. I haven’t forgotten about your knife, by the way, I’m just waiting to be more juiced up before I try it. But I have some pictures on my phone of what I was thinking? But later, obviously. Of course.” In her rush to get to know Luce, to seal herself against the last dangling Vural thread in the hopes that she’d get to hang onto them for more than a few weeks, she had already forgotten that they were on a stealth quest. She flushed, smiling sheepishly, and asked more quietly, “So, what do you want the wisps, if not for casting?”

“Sure we are.” Luce said noncommittally. It was always like this, it had always been this way. People comparing her and Bea, wondering why she wasn’t a cheerleader like her, why she wasn’t involved at Illusions of Grandeur, pestering her to be more like her. And even with Nell, she was the trouble maker, the chaotic one, known for her wild antics-- people always expected her to be… like them. As the woman prattled on about the random shit the dirt could be turned into, Luce continued through the woods, picking up the pace in a vain attempt to try and ditch her. Just a “Oh no… sorry, I thought you could keep up” situation that she could easily brush off. At Morgan’s words, Luce’s eyebrows creased together. “What, are you running on empty?” Luce asked. Why would she be out here, in the dark, with no weapons, on empty? At her question, she shrugged. “Just to have around.”

“What? No! No, I’m not totally empty, I wouldn’t be out in the dark on empty!” Morgan said, maybe too quickly. She had enough, she thought, to flex one of her jars at a critter if one came her way. She could probably turn the dirt to brick or stone, but that might be pushing her limit. As long as she got herself home in one piece, what did it matter, really? “But I did recently bury that haunted house, I told you about? And dispersing earth into air to make a hole like that—the house was collapsing around us, I should say, it was all very adrenaline rush-y—the energy was a lot. Even with the extra crisis boost from the universe, it was a lot.” More so than she was currently admitting. She had been sick to her stomach for two days since the exertion. She hasn’t even bothered trying to float a napkin or transmute a single pebble. “So I’m being extra careful, that’s all.” She hustled a little more on her short legs. “So, this wisp business, is that really top secret?”

“Uh huh.” Luce said skeptically as she stepped over a tree branch. Squinting in the darkness, she turned on her heel and began walking in a new direction, the dancing orbs glowing ever brighter. She just wanted a new fucking pet and that hadn’t applied to Morgan. She didn’t want to babysit the new witch in the coven. “Hm. Shit. That’s a lot.” She remarked. Not that she was downplaying what the other woman had done-- it was impressive. But, that was all the more reason for her to not be out here. She should be at home, drinking tea or whatever hippie-dippie stuff Morgan seemed to be into. “Fine. If you’re going to be here, just stay out of my way.” She said. Luce was antsy and her magic was too. It had been a long time since their last storm and while she didn’t mind her meditations, manipulating the flames of a few candles weren’t going to grow her power. “It’s not top secret. I just want to have one around.” She said before reluctantly adding, “I have a salamander, Iggy. A Wisp would make a good friend for him.”

“Definitely a little more than an average day’s work,” Morgan admitted, more quietly. “But I’ve been taking care of myself as best I can. And it’s been a little while since then.” Not necessarily enough, but still. Morgan gave her aching legs the benefit of lagging behind a little. Luce seemed hell-bent on being on her own, and she began to wonder if going their separate ways would have been the key to get the last Vural to like her after all. Morgan looked behind her for a second to consider turning back but--which way had they come from again? The wisps behind them had moved, or vanished. It didn’t look right at all. Morgan scurried back up, gritting her teeth against the strain on her leg. “Iggy?” She said. “That’s a great name. Is he your familiar? It sounds like he’s a pretty special lizard.”

“Well, you know yourself better than anyone else.” Luce said, flippantly. She didn’t really care much about what Morgan’s situation was, she was just here to try and catch a Wisp. As they continued through the forest, Luce made a pained expression at the continued questions. “Yeah. My familiar. He’s a good dude.” She said before pausing to check her compass. North was still where she thought it was, which was good. At least they weren’t getting too-- something shifted underneath her feet. It wasn’t as though she’d just stepped on a loose rock, it was almost as though the ground was moving on its own. Frowning, Luce gestured for Morgan to stop where she was. “Do you feel that?” She asked, her hand going for the sword on her hip. Before she could draw it, the dirt around them exploded and a giant fucking spider erupted from the earth and leaped towards her.

“Aww. I have a cat, Anya. She’s, by all species metrics, normal, but she’s the actual best. I mean, she asks to be walked, and let out on hunts, she’s the smartest--” Morgan stopped when Luce gestured to stop. She didn’t hear anything, but she felt the ground tremble under her feet. That...wasn’t what ground was supposed to do. “Luce--” She reached for the girl, ready to pull her back if need be. The ground was taking shape, had sprouted legs! “Oh, shit!” She yanked on Luce, pulling them out of immediate reach and back into a tree, partially covered by underbrush. “Run!” She said. Her own muscles were burning to do the same, but the spider looked fast. “I’ll be there, just--!” She just needed a minute to think of something to do. Give them a chance. 

If Morgan had just let her stand her ground, Luce would have been able to draw her sword. She would have been able to launch a fireball at the shitty fucking spider that was jumping at her. But, instead, she’d grabbed her and dragged her into the scrub. “What the fuck are you doing?” Luce growled, yanking her arm out of reach. “I’m not running anywhere.” Standing her ground, she drew her sword from her belt and immediately slashed out, hoping to cut its legs out from underneath it. Instead of cutting neatly through the spinny legs, her sword bounced harmlessly off, the impact reverberating up her arm. The spider pivoted, its pincers clicking ominously before it attempted to stab at her with its front legs. Batting the limbs away, Luce glanced over at Morgan, “What you doing over there, new girl?” 

Morgan was cowering in the brush, inching further and further away on her hands and knees while her mind raced for an answer. She didn’t like how indestructible that spider looked, or how it dragged the earth in its wake, as if it was one with it. Shit, shit, shit. They needed to get out of here, fast. But it moved too well over the ground… And then Morgan had it. She flung herself out, dropping between Luce and the spider. She opened herself. She pushed. The ground around her went soft and thick with mud and sludge. The worst and stickiest parts of the bayous and bogs she had grown up near were now puddled around her. The spider fumbled on its legs, clicking and hissing in a frenzy. “How’s that for something?” She said. She struggled to her feet, ready to run, and it was then she realised her mistake. The sludge was pulling on her limbs too, and she had a lot fewer to balance on. “Uh, Lu--!” Her words died in a yelp as something pierced through her back.

The second Morgan jumped between her and the weird fucked up earth spider, Luce knew it was going to end badly. Hadn’t the woman just said she’d encased a house in earth? What the fuck did she think she was going to accomplish by doing this? But, she couldn’t stop her-- transmutation wasn’t something she’d ever bothered to learn and her fire wouldn’t help unless she wanted to recreate the Salem Witch trials with Morgan. The ground around the spider, around the other witch turned to thick mud. Feeling her hiking boots begin to get sucked into the sludge, Luce hurriedly backed away. But, she watched in growing dismay as Morgan began to realize what she’d done. “Fuck.” Grimacing, Luce took a good look at the spider before igniting a small flame in the palm of her hand, no bigger than a candle flame. Tossing the flame forward, she nestled it on the wet and mucky ground underneath the spider’s belly. “Cover your head.” She said before pouring her power into fire. The tiny flickering light roared to life, a thick column of flame igniting and knocking the spider off its legs. With a wave of her hand, the flames dissipated, leaving the spider clicking angrily, limbs flailing as it’s heavy body sank into the mud. “Get up, c’mon, get up.” She said, reaching out to drag Morgan out of the sludge. 

Morgan didn’t need to cover her head. She had about a second of staring at Luce, trying to make the words for, ‘Fuck doesn’t begin to cover it,’ come out of her mouth before she was back on the ground, her face half caked in mud, unable to move. She groaned pitifully. There wasn’t any point in trying to get up, her legs, or what she could feel of them, were as good as dead weight. “...Love...to. But…” But there was a much better chance of the sun coming out to say ‘boo!’ at this point than her legs cooperating in a timely manner. Morgan tried, pulling on her nerves with what wrung out strength she had left. Not even a twitch. Whatever the spider had zapped her with, it worked good and fast. She groaned again and looked up at Luce, giving her a look she hoped could be understood as ‘So sorry. Please help.’

Luce watched the spider with a wary eye, but the sludge seemed to be enveloping it, pulling it down deeper into the earth. Which suited her just fine. No need for her to get her sword fucked up, or use more of her magic. But… Glancing down at Morgan, she pulled a face. Had she just totally tapped herself out? But, when the woman’s body went limp in the mud, Luce realized that this was more than just exhaustion-- her eyes were staring at her piteously, very much alert. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Inching as close to the sludge as she dared, Luce grabbed Morgan by her shoulders and dragged her out of the mud. The back of her shirt was ripped, puncture wound evident. “Shit…” Luce said with a shake of her head. Whatever the spider had done to her was sticking around. “We’ve gotta get out of here. Which means,” She squeezed her eyes shut, irritated, “I’ve gotta haul you out.” Sliding her backpack around so it was on her front, Luce maneuvered Morgan’s limp body until she was clumsily piggy-backing her. As she began to walk through the woods, covered in mud and weighed down by the other witch, Luce let out an exasperated sigh. This was going to be a long walk back.

Morgan flushed as she was carried away, a little embarrassed at being lugged like a child. The walk seemed to take twice as long as before, and what few stars she could see through the trees seemed indifferent or laughing, depending on the angle. When they emerged at last, Morgan tested her mobility. She could feel something like pins and needles in her feet. Not walking yet, but not as completely helpless as she was before. She fidgited her foot against Luce’s side. “I’m sorry about your wisp,” she said. “That Iggy won’t get his friend. I’m guessing I owe you a lot more than a fancy knife at this point.”

The walk in the dark was slow-going and tiring as hell. It was a good thing she hadn’t used too much of her energy flipping the spider, otherwise Luce would probably be lying back in the mud with Morgan and the shitty monster. Instead, she was trekking through the woods, looking like some muddy Quasimodo thing. As she exited the forest, sweat cutting through the dried layer of mud on her skin, she felt Morgan’s foot wiggle. Improvement. Here’s hoping whatever the spider had done to her was over. “Iggy will survive. He probably would have been jealous.” She muttered as she headed along the road that led back to where she’d parked her car. It was a damn good thing she’d decided to drive. “But, yeah, you do.” On the flip side, to a degree… she owed Morgan. Was the earth call a good one? No. But, it’d saved both their asses. “Thanks out there, with the mud stuff. Even if it also lowkey fucked us.”

Morgan beamed down, dangling her face clumsily toward Luce. “It low-key fucked me,” she clarified. “Which--was not something I planned for. Thanks for coming back for me. It would’ve really sucked to be stuck in the mud while all of this wore off.” It already sucked to be half caked in the stuff and carried around like a large child. “Once I get my fine motor functions back, I can start with some strawberry bread?” She offered. “Something sweet, doesn’t include me nervous talking, probably won’t threaten anyone’s life.”

Luce trudged to her car, digging her elbow into the pocket of her jeans clumsily. Her efforts were rewarded when she heard the car honk, the lights flashing once as the locks clicked. “I’d be more concerned if you had planned for it.” She said as she opened the backseat of her car and grimaced. She’d have to get the inside cleaned after this. Whatever. Luce gently eased Morgan off her back and set her down as carefully as she could into the back row of seats. Tossing her bag onto the floor next to the other witch, Luce hurried to the driver’s seat. The second she sank into the seat, all the exhaustion seeped into her bones. Yeah. She’d be feeling this for a bit. “Strawberry bread sounds like a start.”

[ticklishtimothee]

decoration (timothée chalamet x reader)

summary: the reader and timothée try something new.

a/n: anonymous requested some timmy in bondage and i was more than happy to deliver this great content.

words: 660

“Everyone keeps saying that my outfit last night looked like bdsm gear,” Timothée says, his eyebrows furrowed.

You can’t help it; you laugh. Well, you had honestly been thinking the same thing, but hadn’t voiced the opinion for sake of his self-esteem.

He pouts. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you say, still chuckling slightly. “But they’re not entirely wrong. I think you looked good, though.”

“If I was gonna wear anything of that sort, it wouldn’t be glittery.”

“Aw, really? Well, there goes that fantasy.”

He rolls his eyes, nudging you playfully. “Really? You wanna tie me up?”

You shrug. “I wouldn’t mind, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He shakes his head with a snort. “I’m asking if you’d be into it. Isn’t this what couples are supposed to do?”

“I suppose so. And, yeah, I think I would.”

He doesn’t seem flustered by the idea. In fact, he smiles and nods, as if he’s already planning for such an event.

You won’t lie and say you aren’t excited.

***

Timothée looks so good like this.

It’s nothing fancy or special, just some cheap straps from a shop across town, which you’d gone to alone for sake of Timmy’s privacy, and even then, decked yourself out in a hat and sunglasses, just in case.

Simple cuffs behind his back, and a fake-leather harness strapped around his chest, mostly there for decoration rather than actual bondage.

And god, he looks fucking good.

His cheeks are flushed, his eyes lidded as they look up at you, the pout of his lips and his lashes and just, well, everything makes him look like a goddamn renaissance painting.

You stand above him, observing him like the artwork he is.

“Stop staring,” he mumbles, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

How cute.

“I can’t help it,” you say. “You look so perfect.”

He lets out a whine, and you cup his face in your hands. You don’t have a plan necessarily, all you know is that you want to worship his body like it’s something holy.

You straddle his thighs, kissing his cheeks and jaw, down his neck.

He gasps and sighs, always responsive, always so good.

You touch his chest, teasing his nipples with your fingers, and he lets out a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a laugh.

He is so sexy like this.

You skirt your fingers down his ribs, and he lets out a desperate giggle, hunching forward but otherwise unable to push you away as you touch his sides and belly, feather light, ticklish movements, and he squirms and chokes back a laugh.

“Ticklish?” you ask, raising your brow.

“You know the answer to that,” he replies, pouting.

You kiss the pout off his lips quickly. “I know. I just like to tease you,” you say, giving him one last tickle before moving downwards to kiss his thighs, nuzzling the inside of them and sucking a hickey into the right one, his legs shaking the whole time.

Even though you’ve gotten down on your knees, he’s still the one rendered immobile as you take him into your mouth, reaching up to play with his nipples, a high-pitched sound of pleasure bursting from his lips as he nears his orgasm, toes curling.

***

The two of you had hopped into the shower after that, tender kisses as you washed his hair.

“Did you have fun?” you ask, letting your towel drop as you searched for clean pajamas.

He nods shyly, smiling. “It was fun. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” you say. “I loved it.”

“Would you ever want to try it...the other way around?”

You consider it for a moment, before you nod. “I’d like that, yeah.”

He grins, as if the mental image alone has encouraged him for a round two, and he pins you back against the bed and kisses at your neck.

And when you look up at him, he looks fucking good.

How you got so lucky, you’ll never know.

[radarbrow2-blog]

Detailing the Eagles’ defensive health in 2018 by position group

I have some shocking news for you... are you sitting down? The Philadelphia Eagles’ defense was unhealthy in 2018. If you don’t believe me, believe Football Outsiders.

Each year their “adjusted games lost” metric measures just how banged up each team and unit was compared to the league. So far we’ve covered the Eagles’ unlikely run in the playoffs, the offense’s missing pieces, and now we come to a close with a look at the defense.

A refresher in what adjusted games lost (AGL) accounts for:

“For those unfamiliar with AGL, we do not simply add up the number of games missed. We are able to quantify how much teams were affected by injuries based on two principles:

(1) Injuries to starters, injury replacements, and important situational reserves (No. 3 wide receiver, receiving backs, nickel corner, etc.) matter more than injuries to benchwarmers; and

(2) Injured players who do take the field are usually playing with reduced ability, which is why AGL is based not strictly on whether the player is active for the game or not, but instead is based on the player’s game status that week (out, doubtful, questionable or probable/Blank).”

DEFENSIVE LINE

Eagles AGL Rank: 30th

Timmy Jernigan and Derek Barnett make up the bulk of the score, only playing 4% and 23% of the defensive snaps respectively. Jernigan’s mysterious back injury was the cause for his vanishing act, while Barnett picked up his torn rotator cuff early in the season. Barnett tried to give it a go, but ultimately shut it down after Week 7.

Adding to the pain was Haloti Ngata’s midseason calf injury and Brandon Graham’s recovery from ankle surgery. Graham gutted it out throughout the season while notching 73% of the teams snaps. Still, Graham said himself that he wasn’t the same until deep into the second half of the season.

The multiple hits to the Eagles’ rotation led to heavy snap counts for the rest of the squad. While no defensive lineman clocked more than 65% of the snaps in 2017, Graham’s 73% and Fletcher Cox’s 80% reflected the ravages of the season. There were instances late in games where the defense looked gas, but the Eagles lacked the reinforcements to give them a proper stretch of rest.

Chris Long announced his retirement over the weekend, thinning out the ranks. With inside depth secured, the Eagles will need quick development from it’s young contributors. Graham and Barnett’s health will determine how much that factor plays a role.

LINEBACKERS

Eagles AGL Rank: 13th

Jordan Hicks being hampered by a calf injury throughout the second half of the season and represents the only significant hit to the group. The Eagles tried to supplant his coverage snaps with Nigel Bradham, but that proved to be a roller coaster. After two years with 78.2 and 77.7 coverage grades from PFF, Bradham fell off considerably (58.3).

With Hicks gone, it’s up to the combination of Kamu-Grugier Hill and Nate Gerry along with newcomers Zach Brown and LJ Fort to fill his void. The concern over the third linebacker spot was always overblown as the Eagles are rarely in base, but Brown’s arrival brings proven depth. Overall the unit is more equipped to deal with injuries, even if the high points of the group aren’t as dynamic.

DEFENSIVE BACKS

Eagles AGL Rank: 30th

It’s hard to imagine a more banged up unit than the Eagles defensive backfield. Only the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and Carolina Panthers scored worse, and neither could sniff the playoffs. Despite not checking in last, the Eagles score was still historic, only hidden by a massive spike in defensive back injuries league-wide.

“The Philadelphia Eagles (40.9) had the fifth-most defensive back AGL we have ever measured. Here’s a look at their season-ending injuries:

S Rodney McLeod: torn MCL, Week 3

CB Jalen Mills: foot sprain, Week 9

CB Ronald Darby: torn ACL, Week 10

On top of all that, cornerback Sidney Jones and safety Corey Graham missed 10 combined games with hamstring injuries.”

Things got so bad in the playoffs that Josh Hawkins ended up covering Michael Thomas for a stretch of the Divisional Playoff game. Can Darby return to form and put together a full, healthy season? Will Jones silence the critics and hold up? Can the Eagles avoid another catastrophic string of losses to their secondary? I won’t say they’re in a better position to avoid disaster, but it can’t get any worse... right? Right?!

Overall, the Eagles defense ranked 31st in adjusted games lost. It’s a wonder that they only allowed the 12th most points per game (21.8). Defensive coordinator Jim Schwartz faces some, at times, deserved criticism, but even with a lack of game-changing turnovers, it could’ve been a lot worse.

Source: https://www.bleedinggreennation.com/2019/5/20/18632397/detailing-the-eagles-defensive-health-in-2018-by-position-group-agl-football-outsiders-study-darby

[a-longwayhome]

Chapter 6 ~ Nightmares

Timothy awoke the next morning, unable to process the day he'd had. Many different haunts had introduced themselves to him throughout the day, but some just stared, glaring as if he'd done something wrong. His room was cold, and he pulled the blankets around himself tightly.

He looked at the clock to check the time, only to remember that it's not the most functional of clocks. Timothy wondered why Ragdoll hadn't told him about anybody else around this place.

Just then, there was a knock at his door. He groaned, but pushed the blanket off him. He slowly sat up, and placed his paws onto the floor. Whoever was at the door knocked again. "Just a minute!" Timmy said to them, as he slowly stood up. He looked down at himself. While he was asleep, his clothes had been replaced by a starry version of his.

He walked to his door, and opened it. Standing outside was a pair of light gold rabbits, looking similar to how his old doll did. One's coat was much duller than the others, and he looked tired, almost undead. But then Timothy realized this: They weren't wearing anything. He blushed and avoided looking below their faces.

"Allo there!" The brighter one said. "My name's Starstruck. You must be the new one, right?"

"Uh.. Yessir."

"Good! Let's go then!" He said cheerfully, and turned to the side and started walking.

"Sorry about him. He's a bit much sometimes.." The other rabbit says. "Hey, fuzzbutt, get back here!" He yelled out to Star.

"Sorry, Trick.." Star replied, stopping, turning around, and walking back.

"We're here to introduce you to more Haunts today."

"I sure hope yesterday wasn't too much for ya, Timothy! We hadn't really expected the tall sir to disappear like that again," Star said, happily yet seeming emotionlessly.

"Disappeared? What do you--" He was stopped mid-sentence by Star grabbing him by his arm and dragging him down the hall, running fast. His grip was soft yet firm on the dog doll's arm. Timmy ran to try to keep up with him, but the rabbit was extremely fast. He looked behind him for Trick, but the other bunny was nowhere in sight. The numerals on the doors counted down and down. When they reached the early Cs, Star finally slowed down. They were still moving, and Timothy struggled to catch his breath. They slowed down more until they reached room XCVII.

The door was already open, and it seemed endless darkness was inside. But Star didn't seem phased by it. Trick appeared next to Timothy, as if he'd been there the whole time. "Go on," He said. "Step on in."

He hesitated, but slowly stepped into the dark room. It was pitch black, and the temperature was much different than he'd felt anywhere else so far. It wasn't warm nor cool. It felt like nothing.

"You idiots, are you sure this is the right one?" A voice says.

Star walks in behind Timothy and stands next to him. "O' course it is, Boss!"

"He seems... Smaller... Than I'd expected..."

"Well.. this is the only doll here, m'lord."

"Very well. Dismissed, you damned rabbits."

Star walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him, leaving Timothy in complete darkness. "What a small child you are.. Timantha, was it?"

"It's Timothy-"

"Ah whatever. You don't belong here. And I don't like that you're here..."

"W-well... If you could help me leave, that would be nice... Oh, please though, take a seat~..." A plain wooden chair would appear beside Timothy. He would sit himself down in it awkwardly, and look around through the darkness. He felt like he was being watched, and was starting to hallucinate nonsensical creatures moving around in the darkness. None of which were clear enough for the dog doll to see very well.

"Well, Timber-"

"It's Timothy..."

"Timothy. Anywho, you must be quite uncomfortable here. Nothing quite makes sense, now does it?"

"N-no..?"

"Of course it doesn't!"

"Show yourself to me..!" Timothy growls into the darkness, trying to feign bravery. This caused the other to laugh. In front of the doll's face, the darkness formed a figure. It slowly took form into a deep blue mess, then it's image got darker. The creature wore a mask, with a crack through it, and wore a red coat with cream coloured frills across the collar and the cuffs, and shiny gold buttons down the front.

"Well? It's not very nice to stare,  Timbalina."

"I-it's Timothy!"

"Whatever, Timmy. Now then, how would you like me to make your life a living nightmare?" He says. Goopy black tentacles protrude from behind and under his body, smaller ones crawling around his mask.

“Uuh… N-no?”

“Well, good. I know I seem quite scary, Timber, but I am here to protect you from the real nightmares you will face here.”

~~

Timothy yawned. Besides the stress of all of what was happening, life in the Dimensiaverse was relatively carefree. He pushed himself into his bed’s covers. The dog’d spent all day sitting in the other room, various Haunts going up to him and introducing themselves, before scurrying away to talk with their friends.

He fell asleep quite quickly, the light turning off without him doing anything. Just before he fell asleep,   he saw a dark, shadowy figure in the corner of his room.

Suddenly, he was dreaming a rather vivid dream. He was back in his home, and it was early morning. He was back in his real room, in his real bed. He pushed his blankets off him, and stood up. Timmy felt more relaxed and happy than he had in awhile. He looked around. Everything was the same. Was he really back home? He walked to the door, and opened it. It was rather dark. He stepped out and looked around, feeling unfamiliar with his surroundings. The floor creaks with his every step. As his eyes adjust, he’s back in the hallway of the Dimensiaverse. He sighs quietly, and starts walking down the hall. The doll’s body feels heavy, and becomes slow. “Going somewhere?” A voice asks from behind him. Timothy turns around. “I-- Wh-who are you?” He asks, faced to a large shadowy creature. It seems to be made of pure darkness, blacker than black. “You’ll find out in time.”

The creature laughs, causing Timmy to stumble backwards and fall over. The darkness starts to surround Timothy, tentacle-like figures sprouting from the ground beside him and holding him down. They grow over him as the creature nears towards the frightened dog. “Don’t be afraid, my dear Timothy. Fear often leads to unexpected changes…” He says.

And then Timothy wakes up.

Starting to forget what happened, he materializes a pen and some paper on the bed in front of him without realizing it He stares at it for a second before grabbing the pen and scribbling down his words, as they echoed through his mind… The dog pondered it for a moment, but pushed it aside. Although it was a nightmare, it was an awfully odd first dream to have in a new place. He slowly got up, put down under his lamp, and started walking to the door, the paper in his hand. Before he reached the door, it opened. Outside of it stood Ragdoll. There were several patches and uneven stitches around his body, and he looked overall in rough condition. “I’m here to take you back, Timothy. Come with me. It’s gonna be a long way home…”

[iotaarcane]

Prom night. Lou and his friends were driving home in his Dad’s car. They urged him to drift his rear wheel drive Hyundai Sonata. He had been drinking a little earlier and thought their suggestions sounded like a good idea.

They were in a residential neighborhood doing about 45 MPH taking a right turn. The car pulls too far left and slid sideways up onto a lawn. Lou continues to rev the engine hoping to just drive off. He can hear the engine roaring but they are not moving. Smoke is rising from the hood. His friends are in shock. The crash was really loud for a quiet neighborhood.

His buddies and him get out and try to push the car. The front wheel is not moving slammed into the fender. He is fucked. He tells his friends, “Go, leave I’ll take the blame for this,” they bail. Lou standing there scared, angry at himself for his dumb mistake. Lou sees the flashing red and blue lights of a Police car reflecting off some homes.

So what does he do? Lou runs. Runs for 30 minutes straight. He runs until he can’t breathe. His plan to report the car stolen. He notices a cop car turning upfront near him. Lou dives under a parked car to hide. Under the same car laying on his belly next to him is Nate.

“Nate what are you doing under here?” “Hiding from the Police.” “I know that. How long you been here?” “20 Minutes or so. The Cops have been patrolling around here like crazy.” Two cop cars fly past the car they are under. Lou begins to count the intervals of their passing. It takes about 2 and a half minutes between them making their rounds. As one passes Lou crawls out from under the car. He jumps over a backyard fence a few feet away. On the other side of the fence is a huge Pitbull, hungry and irate that someone is in his terrain. Lou jumps over three more backyard fences. He tip toes over to a corner behind a shed across from a window and hiding there is Timmy from the crash.

“Shhhh.” “What are you doing here?” “I’m hiding.” “No shit.”

“I ran from your car and heard the Police then climbed back here and have been hiding for about 30 minutes.”

It’s 4:30 AM. The kitchen light turns on. “There is no reason that anybody would be up at this time.” “No you’re tripping.” “Why would anybody be up right now?”

Unbeknownst to them the Home Owner was on the phone with the Police. Lou knew something was not right. He made a run for it. As he hopped the gate he only ran a handful of yards before being surrounded by Cop cars.

“Freeze! Get on the ground you Bitch.”

Knee to the midsection. Cuffs on extra tight. The homeowner told 911 the Trespasser fled. That’s when they got Lou. Timmy stayed and was never caught. Nate laid under that parked car for almost 12 hours until he woke up to the car starting, warming up the engine to go to work and he rolled out from under.

Lou went to Jail. He was under 21 and was charged with a DUI. The car axel was broke and had to be salvaged. His brother and Dad didn’t pick him up from Jail. He had to walk home. The worst walk ever. When he got home it was the first and only time he ever saw his Dad cry. The worst thing was is that his Dad never spoke to him.