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#<- i'm trying to be vague but. yea
1randomperson15 · 1 month
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I am. in my feelings today about the dsmp cc drift. Did it have to turn out this way? Was there another option? Was this inevitable? I don't think that anyone's really happy about how things turned out, but I don't think we can ever go back. Man...
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bigfatbimbo · 2 months
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OK but now I want to know who you consider the "most" and "least" bratty of all the characters. Like a tier list from "most" bratty ro "least" bratty.
I have a vague idea of what my tier list would look like, but I'm very curious on how you would create yours!
a/n — OMG THIS IS LITERALLY SUCH A GOOD IDEA. I’m gonna go from least bratty to brattiest though because like… suspense?
Also only doing characters on my list and not including Rosie or Mimzy because.. i’m literally stumped. I tried, and i’m stumped.
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ok so charlie is not bratty at all like, let’s be for real. The most trouble she’ll give you is saying like “oh, I have more work to do!” but she doesn’t put up much of a fight.
Sir pentious is definitely not a brat, that guy lives to please. He will not dare do anything to cause degrading words, he’d rather die for a third time.
I feel like Vaggie wouldn’t put up much of a fight either but I think she definitely would have trouble letting go and relaxing. Like it’s not the concept of a lack of power she’d bitch about just more like vulnerability issues?
Lute would be the same way. Like the only thing she would really be a brat about is if this scenario involves a sinner reader. Because then she’d be higher up but she definitely has no problems with being taken care of that would be super comforting.
Alright so Lucifer is a tough one because on one hand, he’s the king of hell and can be incredibly smug, but on the other hand he literally craves validation so hard he’ll cry over it. The only reason he ranks over Lute is because I think he’s a little snobby and it would show.
Husk would also def have trouble letting go because I think he usually gives in the bedroom. So yeah maybe a couple remarks and protests here and there but once he goes into subspace he shuts up.
Now that we are getting into more bratty characters, Alastor would definitely piss you off on purpose. Only because he thinks it’s entertaining to see you mad and he especially loves it when you fuck the shit out of him later for it. But I also think he really wants approval especially from a femdom because mommy issues.
Velvette I think would definitely be a brat. Like she’s ordering people around all day, yes of course it would transfer. She definitely pouts and whines when she doesn’t get her way with you but like you know how to please her so she goes into subspace after a while.
This guys a wild one. Vox is such a fucking brat it’s not even funny. He has this terrible need for power and he always falls flat on his face because let’s be real he was not meant to dom. He will try his hardest though and when he inevitably fails, he will whine like a bitch about it.
This guys not even on my character list but I felt the need to include him because he’s literally the brattiest one here. Adam will not give in for sooo long. He will absolutely start crying before he stops bitching and then he’d probably get embarrassed and start bitching even more to compensate. Yea, he takes the cake for the brattiest character.
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a/n — ANYWAYS, I don’t think I missed any that I wanted to do, unless i forgot which is very possible. But I am curious to see your list too oh my gosh so make sure to get back to me on this one!
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kumapassion · 9 days
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Why you mad?
Pairings: jey uso x black reader
Warnings: none
Summary: you and jey aren't on speaking terms and he aims to fix that
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Jucey J💙🖤
bae
answer yo phone
why u still ignoring me huh?
stop declining my calls and pick up
i'm sorry damn
"She childish as hell" Jey shook his head as his numerous attempts to reach you failed. You weren't trying to talk to him in any capacity after the heated argument that took place, though it did happen last night. In typical petty fashion, maybe a tad bit over-dramatic, you stayed in your feelings the entire day over it. Not even wanting to look at his face which motivated you to get out early in the morning, and be absent from home ever since. And just to add insult to injury, you subbed him on ig & twitter.
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"Why women always do that?" he grumbled, not understanding the logic of alluding to personal relationship issues, to random folks on social media. These people love to speculate and gossip.
Jucey J💙🖤
You can't talk to me but you can sub me?
I told you bout that y/n, stop playin wit me
shit aint cute
you gotta step through dis door at some point
and imma get you
have yo ass cripple
Meanwhile you rolled your eyes at every incoming text, wanting so badly to curse him out, with fingers inching to rapidly type out the longest paragraph known to man.
"Girl just talk to that man and stop being petty" your bestie Shawna encouraged, as you and some others ate dinner in a restaurant. Whenever you fell out with Jey you immediately ran into the arms of your girls to clear your mind, and receive unsolicited advice in the process.
"Nah I'm good" you dismissed the thought, taking a sip from your drink as she sucked her teeth.
"So you just gon run away every time yall go at it?" she asked in disbelief as you shot her a glare.
"Maybe? It's better than arguing cause I can't get shit through his big ass head" you casually shrugged.
Kiara chimed in sarcastically from across the table, "hmm, sounds familiar" a snicker from the girls followed as you huffed dramatically.
"Sis you really be holdin' grudges tho, I feel like you be doin' this on purpose to get dicked down later" Shawna noted making your eyes roll in response.
"Yea I'm making him do & say stupid shit to piss me off so we can fuck like animals after, I'mma stop telling yall stuff" you muttered smartly, seemingly over this accountability session.
"Please do" Yara joked with a chuckle.
Shawna squinted her eyes, "bitch you got mad because he gave a fan his shirt."
"Okay?! he aint have to do that, giving fan service to these hoes aint apart of his job description" you got defensive. "Plus he does other shit, like being mad flirty with bitches."
"That boy ain leaving you tho y/n, you gotta stop being insecure and trust him."
"I dooo" you quickly retorted with a whine as your phone dinged multiple times signaling a barrage of texts.
"Bet that's him now aint it?" Shawna questioned with pursed lips. You ignored her and checked your phone to see it was in fact Jey messaging some more.
Jucey J💙🖤
ion like you not speakin to me baby fr, shit hurtin me
bout to go lookin for yo ass
wya?
Finally deciding to give him a reply you typed out one and sent it, satisfying his ache for the moment.
with my girls eating, stop whining
Jucey J💙🖤
where?
You
dont worry about it
Jucey J💙🖤
alr bet
You kissed your teeth at the vague response, placing your phone down on the table and reengaging in the new conversation.
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You and the other ladies were coming out the restaurant when you spotted Jey, leaning against his car with arms crossed, a mug plastered across his face.
"Ooooh" Shawna instigated quietly as yall got closer, "hey Jey!" the girls chirped simultaneously as he gave a head nod, still zoned in on you. All of them then dispersed to their respective rides as you stood in front of your man with features softened into a pout.
"Don't give me dat look" Jey said firmly as he pushed off the vehicle and stepped up to your shorter frame. "Where all that mouth at now?" the depth of his voice possessed a bass that had you shriveling up before him. "Huh?" he snarled through tight lips, "talk dat shit now y/n, you betta speak up cause you not gon have no vocal chords later."
Your heart spiked at the threat, for certain he was gonna wear you out till you couldn't formulate words from a sore throat.
Hell that seemed like a good time to you.
With lips barely parted, you spoke in a hushed tone under his intimidating presence, "how you find me here?"
"Ain no snitch" he replied simply. Had to be one of the girls, they rooted hard for your relationship when you sometimes didn't.
"Get in" he made a nod towards the passenger side where you started, feeling a sharp smack to the ass making you jerk. As the both of you got in and settled, he started up the truck and pulled off. The ride home was silent with tension that swallowed up the space you shared. He occasionally stole glances at you as he drove, getting under your skin as you wished he would keep his eyes on the road.
"What?!" you snapped with mean mug he returned even harsher.
"What the hell wrong witchu huh?" he asked bitterly.
"You Jey, your actions is what the hells wrong with me."
"What you don't trust me? You think I'mma cheat on you? Tell me" he urged as you starred out the window, reluctant to answer.
"Then you do dat shit, close up on me, ignore my texts, my calls, act like I'm not yo man—"
Your head snapped towards him, raising your voice, "you act like I'm not your girl!!"
"Cause I interact wit fans?? Be forreal y/n, my mama and you the only women that matter in my life, on me. I'm not throwin' dat away for no groupies" he spoke whole-heartily as you registered his words. Your sulking returned as you mumbled, "can you at least acknowledge my feelings?"
"I can baby, can you express em better?" he asked, pulling into the driveway and parking.
"I can" you nod.
"And no more of dat social media shit either, people too nosy as it is" he added on while unbuckling his seat-belt, and as did you with an, "ok daddy."
He scoffed at the delicate voice and politeness of your tone, too late for that. "Tryna be nice now, I'mma still tear dat ass up, c'mon."
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towering-book-piles · 3 months
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Icemav Mini Fic (Finally)
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Iceman Kazansky has a problem. Well, actually, he has several and an ongoing sexuality crisis going on in the background that started years ago while kissing Danny Ryan under the bleachers but the lingering uncertainty is meeting a swift death under the green gaze of a certain small but reckless pilot.
Ice's sister, Sarah, has to leave her newborn baby, Estella with Ice for a few days while she goes on a business trip she can't avoid. So Ice now has a baby niece. In the navy barracks. During top gun. Lovely.
Generally Ice survives by dropping off Estella with the naval services daycare in the mornings and then coming back for her in the evenings, after she's long been asleep. Thankfully she's an easy baby who sleeps through the night like an angel.
Then one night she just won't settle for anything or anyone. Ice is beside himself. Nothing is working, he can't reach Sarah, Estella doesn't want her Teddy, her bunny, the blanket, nothing. Worse still, its nearly 1am and he's no closer to a solution. The noise wakes the other flyboys, and Slider tries to help, bless him along with Wolf and Wood, but no joy. Any attempts to try to comfort her are met with wails and sobs.
Yeah, Ice feels a bit like that too now.
Goose and Maverick had extended classes, so Goose went home to his wife and kid, who probably isn't screaming ....and Maverick was asleep? Somehow?
Slider and the other boys wanders off to the kitchens for more milk and to get away. The baby is still crying, Ice is near tears and red in the face, when Mav stumbles out of his room shirtless and too tired to care and wanders up to Ice, who is absolutely not used to kids, but he's trying goddamnit!
And Mav just grumbles at him 'what are you doing?' with his adorably sleepy half-closed green eyes and gently grabs the baby from Ice, and cradles her to his bare muscular chest. Ice can hear his ears ringing at the sudden blessed slience and suppresses another sob. How is he so goddamn bad at comforting his only baby niece that even Maverick, a veritable stranger, is more help?!?! Ice feels like crying again.
Maverick merely soothes Estella softly, shushing her and gently rubbing her tiny back and within two minutes of the repeated noises and slow movements, has her calmed down and asleep in his arms peacefully, her head lolling onto his chest and his arms wound around her protectively. Ice is now jealous of a baby. Wonderful.
"- and the.....Ice, are you listening?"
"Huh, wha-?" Ice snaps out of his silence and Soft!Maverick with a baby-induced haze amd focuses into the present to find big green doe eyes peering up at him in....concern? Vaguely he realises he's staring at Maverick Mitchell with his mouth gaping open, and hastily shuts it.
"Umm yea, what was that, sorry?" Ice clears his throat awkwardly.
Mav smirks at him, but it doesn't have its usual sharp cutting edge, it looks almost...soft and the worry hasn't left his face, pinching the corners of his soulful green eyes as they scan Toms face. A pink tongue darts out to moisten soft-looking red lips and Ice could kick himself for unintentionally allowing his gaze to drop to watch the movement with rapt attention that he doesn't even give to their instructors. He then sees those tantalising lips move and quickly tunes back in before he makes an even bigger fool out of himself.
"I was just asking if you were okay?" Mav questions around a tired sigh, not quite a yawn. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice Ices wandering eyes and thoughts.
"Yea...uh yeah yes. I-um I'm fine. Thank you." Wow, smooth Kazansky. Really smooth.
And of course, Mav doesn't seem to buy it in the slightest. But at least he doesn't fight Ice on it, simply humming non-comittedly with narrowned eyes leveled at Ice.
Ices eyes droop in exhaustion and he runs a hand through his now probably very dishevelled hair, loose from its usual style and fluffy around his ears from him running his hands through it in frustration all evening and night. Ice's very bones felt weighed down by his exhaustion and he pressed his fist over his mouth to hide a jaw-cracking yawn, eyes watering from the strain and sleepiness pulling at his eyes.
A hand wrapped around his right wrist and tugs gently. He nearly visibly jumps as he's suddenly reminded of Mavericks presence in the room, but he was beyond exhausted and couldn't fathom a reason not to follow him. A few paces through the room and Tom was stopped as the backs of his knees hit something. Still fighting off another yawn, Ice didn't even hesitate when the warm hand guided him back and down.
Tom sank into the couch with a sigh, turning slightly to snuffle into the back cushions and drawing his legs up beside him. A small huff of fond laughter came from above him but Tom couldn't even drag up the willpower to open his eyes much less unfold from his uncomfortable but sleepable position.
Another body sank into the cushions beside him, and a warm weight smoothed down his hair to gently guide his head, out of its previously neck-breaking placement, to rest on warm soft skin, the body beneath him strong and compact and lulling him deeper into sleep with the up-down motion of every breath.
Wait....wait...what about Estella? He thought groggily.
Tom cracked open an eye to find little Estella peacefully asleep beside him, no fuss, no noise. With that, Toms eyes slip closed and he sleeps.
{Later on, the other flyboys will return from their adventures, funnily without the promised milk and find, the two rivals stretched out along the lounge sofa with Tom blanketing Mavericks half-naked and very warm body underneath him with one arm curled around Mavs bare waist and back. Their legs were throughly entangled, with one of Mavs hands cradling the baby comfortably to his chest and the other wrapped around Ice and buried in short blonde hair. All the flyboys exchanged looks and unanimously retrieved the camera to take several shots of the three sleeping on the overstuffed sofa. They left two Polaroids with the oblivious sleepy aviators and kept another to send to Goose, and kept the final one for their own flyboys photo board. They finally found their own beds and gratefully drifted off to sleep in beautiful silence.}
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this pain is inevitable (it sleeps with me while you're elsewhere)
love is not designed for the cynical - series masterlist here
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pairing: jason todd x reader (gender neutral)
length: 900
genre: hurt/comfort, kinda fluff
warnings: reader is vaguely physically & mentally unwell and also has nightmares. jason is trying so hard and he's actually doing pretty well
a/n: this picks up right after I'm not me anymore (and maybe you're not you) but I think you can read this alone and it's fine
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Jason stays with you that night, holding you in his arms and comforting you quietly, gently rocking you back and forth while you relax into him. Once your eyes flutter closed and you breathe out a sigh, he takes the opportunity to really look at you up close for the first time since he'd come back.
And what he sees worries him, strikings of fear hammering against his heart and tendrils of concern and anxiety sneaking around his throat. You don't look… well. You're not acting well. Wandering around alone late at night, not being concerned when faced with immediate danger, leaving your doors and windows unlocked - all of these set off alarm bells in his head.
But even worse than that is the sight before him now. He loves you still, of course - loves having you in his arms and feeling the way you press against him in your half-asleep state. But you're lighter than you used to be; if he trails his hands up and down our waist he can count your ribs. And there are deep purple circles under your eyes indicative of someone who is consistently not getting enough sleep.
If he listens closely, Jason thinks he can hear the rattling of your breath through your lungs, as if your body is so unwell that even breathing has become difficult… but maybe he's paranoid now. Maybe he's looking for more things to worry about.
The worry does come quickly, though, when you sigh against him and begin pushing yourself away and back into a sitting position. His heart lurches at any sort of divide between the two of you - after so long without you, the only thing in the world he wants now is to hold you close, close, close. And the longing glance you send to him tells him you feel the same. 
Regardless of that, though, you sit up straight and drag your laptop onto your lap, opening it and squinting against the harsh blue light as you glance at him over it. 
"I'll let you, um…" you start, and he can see it, the exhaustion, the fatigue, those walls of yours closing back up. "Thank you for coming by and talking. I appreciate it."
Jason frowns. "Of course, baby. I'm here for you, yea?" He doesn't miss the way your hands bunch the couch cushions at his words.
"I know," you respond, your voice quiet and weak. Jason moves towards you, gently taking the laptop and closing it, setting it back on the coffee table and ignoring your explanations of how much work you have to do.
"I think you need some sleep," is all he offers.
"You need sleep," you retort. Jason grins and pulls you back onto his lap, burying his face in your shoulder.
"We can do that together, you know."
"Jason -"
"Just sleep. I mean it," he soothes, squeezing your hips gently. "Come on, it's late… or early. I think the sun is gonna come up soon." You hum in reluctant agreement and let him nudge you to your feet, taking your hand in his and pulling you along down your hallway.
"You still a heavy sleeper?" you ask as you swing the door open to your bedroom. Jason assures that he is and narrows his eyes slightly, but before he can ask, you let out a quick, "I was just wondering." He tugs your hand gently and turns you to look at him.
"What's up?" he asks, and there's so much gentle, so much love and care and concern in his voice that it makes your breath catch.
"Just, um… I'm kind of a bad sleeper. You know, restless - I move a lot. I don't want to keep you awake." you explain. Jason pulls you towards him and wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," he whispers into your skin, holding onto you a little tighter.
But Jason doesn't sleep that night. He lays still, keeping his breaths even and deep while you curl into his chest. He watches as you shift and turn in your sleep, breath hitching in fear and body flinching in distress. 
No, he doesn't sleep through that. How could he? How could he when you, his person, his love, is so clearly scared and hurt? How could he when all he can think of is how many nights you've gone through this alone? He holds you through the night, whispering comfort into your hair that he hopes you can somehow hear through the fog of whatever nightmare has its hold on you and keeps stroking a gentle, soothing hand up and down your spine. When you start crying in your sleep, he holds you so tight he worries about leaving marks as he shushes you, promising you that he's here, that he's back and he'll keep you safe and nothing bad will ever happen to you again.
And if he, himself, lets tears trickle from the corners of his eyes as he murmurs apologies into your skin for not protecting you from whatever happened while he was gone… well, that's no one's business but his own, he supposes.
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junipers-archive · 11 months
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Hiii, love your work. I'm asking if maybe there could be a Part 2 or something about this: https://www.tumblr.com/junipers-archive/715380966834782208/spencer-reid-x-baureader-pining-over-each-other?source=share
Maybe they confess and start secretly dating? I don't know just would really like to see more of it bc its really cute.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧ CONFESSIONS --> (word count: 1.1k)
❥ heyy thank you sm!! And yes ofc ofc❥ (It's not necessary to read part 1 but it adds to the story if you do!!)
❥ You and Spencer have been pining over each other for ages, everyone at the bau sees it and you finally get the nerve to bring it up!! Results in confession and hints towards secret dating :)
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It had only been week since the last case, when your co-workers not-so-subtly hinted towards Spencer returning your feelings. And despite yourself you couldn't get it out of your head. As of right now you were seated next to him in one of the black SUVs, picking your nails nervously and attempting to avoid eye contact.
You tried to look at your phone, but then it'd look like you were careless, then out the window but then you might look sad, and in the end you couldn't take your eyes off him.
He was driving so it gave you more wiggle room to glance every now and then, he was wearing a light purple dress shirt accompanied by one of his few but favorite ties, the light was hitting his hair so that his locks looked close to blonde.
You don't realize you've been 'glancing' too long until he speaks,
"Did I do something?"
Sputtering you try to answer, "I-What?"
He scrunches his eyebrows, puckering his lips like a genius who'd been stumped. And to be truthful he was, you'd been avoiding him non-stop all of this week, leaving him with only awkward greetings and little to no interactions. He missed you.
And when he'd gone to the other team members to ask about it they only gave him vague answers, Derek said you were just frustrated, Emily had only smiled knowingly, Penelope had giggled like she knew something and Rossi had told him to talk to you. Overall it'd seemed like everyone was in on a joke that he wasn't apart of.
He swallows before answering, only furthering your already distracted ogling as his adam's apple bops up and down.
"You've been distant, I just, when people are upset with me they tend to tell me what I've done! A-And I totally understand if I need to apologize for something, but can you at least tell me what for?"
You tilt your head giving him a view of the expanse of soft supple skin of your neck, which he tries his best not to stare at.
"I just...do you like anyone?" It seemed childish to ask but you were curious, at least the way you were asking could be interpreted as a friend-ly.
He freezes when you ask though, a million questions running through his mind. Did you know?Who had told you? Was he that obvious?
"I-no?" he wasn't lying, what he felt for you was beyond liking, it was something much deeper that he felt every time he set his eyes on you.
"No?" You shoulders slump, if he liked someone maybe you had hope, if he liked anyone it would've made your day.
"Do-Do you like someone?" His heart clenches at the thought of you even looking at someone else.
"Yea, yea I more than like someone alright." you grumble.
"oh." its all he can muster up, his brain in short-circuiting.
"I think he knows me better than I know myself to be honest." this was the closest you were ever going to get to a confession, might as well take advantage of his obliviousness.
"He's a gentleman, sweet, kind, he knows everything about me really and he's got these eyes, I swear I could get lost in them and I feel like myself around him..."
To your surprise as you're speaking he pulls over, his hands are clenched around the wheel and he looks...angry?
Once he's stops the car he begins to ramble just as you had, with the acception of a few more hand gestures.
"You can't like someone else. I'm the one that gets you your coffee every morning, I'm the one who knows you're allergic to specific flowers, knows that carry a book with you everywhere you go, that you can't go a day without dessert, that you'd rather stay in then go out, I know you Y/n. I know you better than anyone! Who could possibly know you better than I do?!"
Your eyes are wide, taking in everything he's said, because he's right, you were best friends before you were anything else. Nobody knows you better than him.
"You, I like you Spence." Its a quiet confession, one that you thought you would've said more confidently in retrospect and it takes a minute for him to process but he gets it eventually.
"Oh. But- but you said that- I thought- you-you like me?"
The grin on his face makes butterflies swarm in the pits of your stomach, "I was talking about you, genius. And I more thank like you."
"Yeah?" He questions, even though he's gotten his answer he likes to hear you say it, likes to hear the words leave your beautiful lips and enter his ears like music.
You role your eyes playfully, "Yeah...dummy." Your head is now ducked bashfully.
He feels like he's in a dream, a wonderful, amazing, and ethereal dream. "Would you- I mean you don't have to say yes- but- um-I was thinking maybe you- and I- together I mean-could-"
"Yes." When you get the jist of the question you answer immediately, you've known the answer to that question since the day you met him.
You're both grinning like idiots when he finally starts the car again, managing amazingly he notices not to swerve off course every time he glances at you too long. You talk about how the team wasn't a big help to either of you, swapping stories about the ways they would tease.
In a try to keep the conversation going he asks, "Should- we- um tell the team?" He still can't believe you more-than-like him, or that you agreed to a date, he feels energized, elated, and like he's won.
You're trying not to jump up and down or come off too happy, catching his gaze every now when you look at him and he's already looking at you, only worsening your growing cheerfulness.
"Nah, let them have a taste of their own medicine, lets just enjoy being together, we are together, right?"
He's turned red at your assumption, probably jumping far to quickly to answer, "Yes! I mean- yea, yea we're together."
"That's nice!" You also reply far too quickly, which ultimately gives you both hope, if the two of you were this whipped for one another then you must be meant for each other.
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scintillyyy · 6 months
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Dick takes a deep breath as he fiddles with the bowtie of his tux. Everything will go just fine, he tells himself. It's a perfect day. He's getting married. Happiest day of his life. Nothing can ruin it. Nothing. Not the snafu with getting the marriage license. Not Bruce breaking his back and not being able to come. Not even any reservations he might be having about whether this is even a good idea to begin with. Really, none of that will matter once the music starts, the vows are said, the cake is cut. Any negativity will just be a minor footnote in the best day of his life.
"Nice bowtie," a vaguely familiar voice snickers from behind him. "You look really dapper." It takes everything in Dick not to visibly startle. It would have been really embarrassing if he had. He is Nightwing, after all. He's better than that.
So who could have possibly gotten the jump on him? His awareness is second to (almost) none. His mind shifts into high gear, this could be dangerous and he really, really does not need this on this perfect day-
He whirls around, tensing, mentally preparing for a fight if need be-
"You," he sputters, instead. The kid--*the* kid, circus kid--is sprawled on a chaise and furiously pressing buttons on his cell phone. He opens and shuts his mouth in disbelief, trying to figure out what on earth is happening. Why. How. "What are you doing here?" he finally manages to get out. This kid has been annoyingly evading him for months after the debacle at Haly's and he just shows up here? Now? Why.
The kid holds up a finger as if to say 'hold that thought'. Dick clenches his jaw in annoyance. The kid presses a few more buttons and finally looks up at him.
"These brick phones, my god," the kid says, "Forgot how annoying T9 texting is, really, how do you guys even deal-" the kid stops himself and clears his throat, "Sorry. Um. Did you ask something?"
Much to Dick's consternation, though, Timothy Drake just looks delighted. "You figured it out," he says brightly. "I mean. Of course you figured it out. I wouldn't have expected anything less."
Dick bites back a frustrated groan. "Yea," he snaps. " I asked 'what are you doing here'," he pauses, "-Tim." He says the name with a sharp smile. Hopefully that put a little pressure on the kid, the fact that Dick figured him out. He deserves it. It's what he gets for thinking he can one up Nightwing. And for the way he walks around all holier than thou, totally secure in his knowledge of everyone's secret identities--seriously, how does he even know-
Ugh. Awful. Dick was really hoping the kid would be intimidated. It's rather annoying that he's not. "You didn't really think I'd believe your name was Alvin Draper, did you?"
Tim smirks and opens up his mouth as if to reply when he's interrupted by the sound of a ringing phone. He holds up a finger one more time to Dick before answering his cell. "Hello?" he says. "Mom! You made it to Gateway City alright? How was the flight?" he pauses. Dick can hear a female voice coming out of the phone, but can't make out any words. "Geez, mom, don't you dare stress about it," Tim continues on, completely ignoring Dick again. "You're gonna knock the guest lecture out of the park. I know it. Me?" Tims eyes dart to the side. "Of course I'm at school. Where else would I possibly be?" He pauses for a minute. "I promised you I'd stop sneaking off campus, didn't I?" Another pause. "Seriously, I'm at school, I swear." Tim bites his lip. He looks a little guilty. Dick can't deny the little satisfaction he gets from that. From the sound of it, the kid is quite the lying little truant. He should feel guilty. Especially because he's lying to come bother Dick on his wedding day. A day that has enough little problems as it is. Dick really does not need more. "Okay. Okay. Will do," Tim is saying to the woman on the phone. "Yea. Love you. Bye." Tim finally hangs up the call and his expression brightens again as he looks back up at Dick. "Sorry about that," he says. "So what did you want to know again?"
Dick grinds his teeth. For the love of- "What are you doing here?" he asks--for the third time.
"Oh, that," Tim says brightly. "I just thought you might want to know that Raven's going to crash the wedding, like literally, crash into the wedding and totally blow up the officiant today. Like kablooey, poof." Tim waves his hands around his head for added effect. "Not a fun time for anyone here. You might wanna do something about that."
Dick can feel his brain short-circuit as he tries to make sense of what the kid is telling him. He can feel his temper start to rise as what the kid said really sinks in. "No way," he snarls. "Just because you got lucky at the circus and somehow saved Wilhelm and you seem to know way too much for your own good doesn't mean you get to come in and make all sorts of wild accusations about my friends, how dare you-"
Tim looks genuinely disheartened by Dick's anger. "I'm not trying to cause trouble, really," he says. "I was just hoping to stop anything bad from happening today. I thought you'd at least consider believing me after Haly's." Tim shakes his head with a small sigh of defeat. "Seriously, I expected Bruce totally brushing me off, but I figured I could count on you to keep an open mind. Well, at least I tried. Stay safe out there." Tim jumps off the chaise in one smooth motion and moves to head towards the door.
"Wait," Dick says. It's probably a bad idea to even entertain this crazy kid. But it's probably an even worse idea to just let him go like this. Tim pauses and looks back expectantly. "What do you mean, you expected Bruce to brush you off. About what?"
Unfortunately, Dick does know Bruce. And he knows that Tim is exactly right about that. "It's terrible, isn't it?" Dick sighs in agreement before he can stop himself. Tim's eyes light up in absolute elation. Dick groans internally. He shouldn't have even given the kid an inch. Somehow he just knows that Tim is going to take a mile.
Tim snorts. "I totally tried to warn him that Bane was aiming to break his back and that fighting everyone without help was going to bite him in the butt, but did he listen? No, of course not. He probably thought the warning was part of Bane's master plan to take him down and ignored it," Wait. Bruce was warned about the injury and didn't do anything to stop it so he could come to Dick's wedding. What a--Dick grits his teeth. Tim rolls his eyes. "Probably my fault anyway. I should have known better. I mean, you know Bruce. Sometimes trying to help him is like trying to squeeze blood from a stone."
But still. Somehow this annoying, cagey, know-it-all kid is right. The kid was right at the circus. He's right about Bruce. And as much as Dick doesn't want to think about everything that's downright conspiring to ruin what should be the best day of his life, maybe he should at least hear the kid out and consider whether he's right about this too.
Ugh. Terrible. So much for nothing can possibly ruin his day.
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Similar idea as the other ask but what about favourite BNF scenes? I’m very curious cause I’ve reread it so many times to like study specific scenes (yes I’m a nerd and I’m on the spectrum)
oh my god i love too much of the bnf dialogue. it's gonna be fun to try and narrow it down
i know it's not exactly a subtle detail but i'm still SO in love with crowley's keysmashes being "ngk"
"don't you have a job?" (#3)
aziraphale's knee-jerk panic to decline the first time crowley calls him (#2)
it is not even SLIGHTLY underappreciated but i will never get enough of aziraphale's tenuous grasp of emojis
then when they team up for "do you have any thinking emojis?" "how about this one?" "perfect, pretend that's me for a bit" (#2)
angelofeden + serpent of eden!!!!!!! (#6)
aziraphale going from "no phones at work" to "taking long lunches to text crowley" in about 0.04 seconds (#3)
everything about crowley's voice and how feral i am aziraphale is for it
oh, here's one most people do actually miss: the fact that none of crowley's actions before "he WHAT" are intended as even vaguely romantic or simpy! yea he replies to aziraphale's messages in 10 seconds flat and wants to gift him thousands of pounds worth of art supplies, but none of that was intentional flirting. (and, tbh, it STILL isn't, even after he realises his feelings. you'll notice when it is). i just love how feral he is for their friendship 😭
lying on the bed like a couple of teenagers 🥺 (#4)
every single time newt is mentioned (#4 + #7)
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Ngl I was going to ask about Breath of the Wild but I’d thought you’d get a million of those asks lol. I was also torn between asking about Wind Waker, so whichever one you want to answer more is chill!!
haha yea I thought I'd get a million asks too! Somehow even now this remains the only botw ask, I guess people just figured it must've been sent already 😅
Now to actually share my thoughts on botw... Man I hope people don't get mad at me.
I did not like it!. The first play through I had was mildly exciting simply due to there being a whole unknown world to see, but after a while that gimmick wore off. I knew that if I made my way to the cool looking mountain or interesting abandoned building I'd just find a bokoblin and/or a chest with a gem. Whats the point of a gorgeous expansive world when all I find is the same...! 😫
Oh wow! A town with a whole new atmosphere and culture I sure wonder what I'll get up to h- Ok they have the same shops with slightly different items. Ok cool. There's like a few small quests for more inventory filler I don't really need. Cool cool.
I understand that the game is really fun for some people, they'll do quests just to get to play more of the game. They want all that extra stuff to upgrade armour and really get into the nitty gritty mechanics of the game... But I did not. It was not for me.
Also ouugh the puzzles...! My favourite part of Zelda games is the puzzle solving, but these were in no way satisfying and often more fun to just break. Why would I bother even trying to get into the devs heads when A) I could just break it and B) I have too many options to consider! I can't possibly get a clean eureka moment when everything from monster guts to just climbing could be the solution...! Where's the engaging simplicity of knowing exactly what you have and following the devs' clues to reach the solution!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaa--
I also disliked the story, all the interesting bits in it happened a 100 years ago and I feel like I arrived late with a starbucks. I also will not get over the weird ending cutscene!! After countless fascinating memories of Zelda having very complex emotions at Link... What do you mean you're just going to have a vaguely romantic "Do you still remember me?" YEAH I DO, I thought u disliked me! Which is a fascinating story direction I would've loved continued but OK! I guess we're ignoring that! Women cant be angry that makes them less cute and marketable, I guess!!!!
I... Sorry this is so ranty, I've been holding it in a long time. I think there's a lot to love in botw and I wish I wasn't so sour about it. Other people's love and excitement for it is wonderful and I hope they keep making the art they love. If its your first game in the series and got you into it, that's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm just a grumpy old man waving at cloud /ref.
Honestly I think botw could've been wonderful if it was a new IP. It feels all the Zelda stuff was sort of glued onto a concept that wasn't prepared to carry that mantle. It would've been better off with a new exciting world and cast of characters. It still wouldn't be a game I much care for, but the freedom that could've granted the developers would've been a treat to see.
It's worth adding that even though I dislike botw, I want to treat the characters of that game with respect and care in my comic. I may not love them in game but I can see the passion others have and I am committed to make something worth their time. Your special guys are safe with me. I have 0 desire to dunk on them, and instead wish to honour the love you all have. In a way I'm learning to love them myself through that.
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pure-oddity · 2 months
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Illusion of choice
Serial killer!Simon Riley x reader
(Warnings: death mention and Simon's lack of care for said death. Implied drink tampering. Simon is a little intense. (Let me know if more are needed). Reader sees red flags and promptly ignores them.)
(This isn't like chapter one or anything it's just a snapshot of something that went down in this universe) not proofread, you know the drill
"You love that you gave Simon a chance and became his friend. He's become one of the most important people in your life. So when you ignore the bad feeling you get around him sometimes, you just hope it won't come back to bite you (it will. He will too)"
“Tony Swalts, you don't go near him. He haunts the alley next to the pub. Every Thursday, like clockwork. Always looks like he just came in from the rain.” Simon says, takes a sip of water, and continues eating.
You look up mid chew and eye the man across from you.
He's maskless, hardly ever wears it around you anymore. You watch as his scarred jaw moves, chewing into the meat - deer you think? You stopped asking what it was, he's never fed you less than the best so why bother worrying.(you feel bad for worrying, but sometimes, sometimes-)
His eyes, dark and empty, stare at his plate. He's a dispassionate eater save for the few hums of contentment you get on a particularly good meal. Nowadays, he lets you help make the meals - will even indulge you and try any new recipes you find online.
He's fine with you seasoning and marinating, less so when it comes to cutting and handling hot items. ‘leave the knife work to me lamb, best that way’ he says ‘no use burning yourself, give me the pot’ he urges. You think it's his nice way of calling you a hazard.
(You don't bother trying to correct him, he gives you that stupid look - his ‘lieutenant stare’ is what you call it. You crumble under it quickly, like you imagine any of his subordinates had.)
You nudge a bit of pea around your plate.
Open your mouth to speak.
Go back to the pea.
Roll your shoulders and feel your mouth form around the first syllable.
Back to the pea again.
You nudge too hard and it smears a baby barf green against the white ceramic of the plate.
“Wh-why? I. I mean I'm not looking to make any new friends or, anything. But…why?” You pick a new non smashed pea to toy with, eyes downcast.
Your leg twitches when you hear his fork gently clack against the wood of his table.
You feel the lieutenant stare, you ignore it - but you feel your face heat up under the weight of his gaze.
He doesn't get. Mad. At Least not at you. You know that, but you brace for it anyway. It's just what you're used to. He's mumbled about breaking you of that habit a few times, like you're some unruly puppy with an interest in chewing furniture.
“Don't. Think I should get into it. It'll do more harm than good. Smells like fish , if you really need a reason to avoid him.” His vague answer is what does more harm than good, now more curious and nervous than ever. But you will keep the fish thing in mind, your nose is sensitive.
“Well. Uhm. Thats not great to hear. I'm actually more worried than I was before I asked.” You accidentally smush another pea. “Shoulda just kept my mouth shut…” you mumble. You've eaten enough, more than enough you think - you're about to ask him for a Tupperware when he speaks again.
You're expecting this to be the end of the conversation. But he surprises you by elaborating, “Some birds have had….less than nice things to say about him. And he has done….less than nice things to them and anything he can Leer over.” he grabs a napkin, sets it near you, grabs another and wipes his face clean. “Don't want him thinking you're next.” he tacks on.
You mirror him gently, making sure to get your fingers too.
“Just. Keep away from him, yea? Not like it'll be hard. Fucker like him? He's bound to get what's coming to him.” He assures.
He rises with his plate, and you go to do the same but he presses you down by your shoulder.
“Few more bites, you skipped breakfast - you did, I know you did - hardly ate any of dinner, too busy playing with it. “
he squeezes your shoulder, gives a quick rub to your back, and then goes to place his dishes in the sink. You shovel a few quick spoonfuls of pea into your mouth, washing them down with a gulp of water. Your stomach turns but he is right about having skipped breakfast. You don't dwell on how he knows, just accept that he does.
You remember that Tony spoke to you once, just once. The conversation ended just as quick as it began when Simon slunk up behind you. You didn't look back as you were shepherded into the pub that night. Wonder if there was a wordless exchange that you would have caught if you did.
You wonder if Simon forgot that night. You don't think so. He's got a good memory when it comes to you (it doesn't unnerve you so much anymore, how he knows you. it doesn't bother you. It doesn't-)
“Right. You're lookin about as green as the peas, c'mere. I'll pack it away for later love.” He beckons with a hand and you dutifully follow, eager to be done having lost your appetite.
You watch as he roots through his cabinets and fishes out a container. The food is packed neatly inside and placed in the fridge, and he joins your dishes with his in the sink.
He stops your move at washing them by gesturing towards a stool nearby.
“You know the routine. I wash you dry, man your station.”
You snort, imagine him saying that in battle. Sounds silly to you, but you're sure in the moment you'd take it seriously - assuming you weren't trying to run off from the firefight.
Up the stool you hop, dry rag in hand, while Simon washes. The water is steaming, whisps of evaporated water curling around his reddening hands and wrists. Says it's better for sanitization- just not for the hands, you remind him. He's lucky you're invested in him, you keep a bottle of hand lotion in every room. He won't use it himself, but stays still while you rub it into cracked knuckles and callus ridden palms.
He's quick with the dishes, and to tease him a bit you make a show of inspecting for missed spots - you don't find any. He chuffs at you, the weird breath laugh that he does.
“Mean it though, lamb. Keep away from him.” He reminds, disregarding the pleasant mood you had painstakingly created.
You set the dish down with a touch more force than necessary and his brow twitches. You mutter a half assed “my bad” and avoid his eye.
“Lamb.”
It's not like you want to see this guy, really. You do plan on avoiding him but. But you can't just let Simon dictate these things. You're an adult capable of making your own choices, youre the one in control of your own life , you- hearing your name stops your train of thought.. He says your name in a way that snuffs out your rebellious spark. Hardly ever uses your name, only when he's serious.
There have been times when you responded to ‘lamb’ faster than you had your own name, it's so foreign to you.
“I. I won't. I won't go near him, okay? It's not like I want to talk to some sleazeball anyway.” You concede, fight leaving you.
He's behind you faster than you can process, boxing you in between the counter and his solid mass.
“....m'not actin like this for no reason. Keepin you safe, lamb. Always keeping you safe. It's my job now, not asking for permission and I wont. You're my one good thing, my lamb, my…friend”
He says friend like that sometimes. Not in a way that makes you think he views you as less than a friend. But makes you feel like he sees you as more.
You don't broach the subject. Neither does he. You don't like change and he knows that (you also feel like running from him would be easier if you're just a friend, not that you need to run - it's just a precaution).
“I know. I know, Simon. I just…I don't like when you decide things for me sometimes.” You admit, hesitantly.
A beat of silence goes by and you feel the need to backtrack rise through you. You have a few appeasing lies brewing when he hums thoughtfully.
“Mm….even when it's easier? Just letting me decide?” He asks, his voice deeper somehow- accent thickening somehow, as he draws closer. If you took a deep enough breath your back would touch his chest.
You keep your breathing controlled, shiver, and nod. “Even when it's easier…I- I should still be the one to choose. For the most part…unless I ask you.” (but oh isn't it tempting, the thought of just letting someone else take over and-)
He sighs. And from the corner of your eye you watch as he nods. Nods again. And then like writhing snakes his arms slither back and away, he takes a few audible steps back(audible for your comfort) and leans against the kitchen island, arms now crossed.
“Alright, lamb. What do you want to do about the Swalt situation?”
As pushy, and overbearing, and all encompassing Simon and his attention is, even when he makes you feel like you're drowning - the moments of consideration he shows you keep you hooked to his side.
“I…..I don't want to be near him. And I don't want him near me…Especially not with that smell.” You decide, resolute and feeling just that much better expressing some control over your life.
“Done and done, lamb. We'll keep you outta his sight and mind. Let his luck run out, I'm sure he'll get what's coming to him.”
The last part…feels like a promise. A thinly veiled threat. It makes your stomach curdle at the thought, and you focus on lightening the mood (undigested pea won't taste, feel, or look nice coming back up).
“So soldier boy, Intel says you haven't seen the hobbit series yet - that's a crime. I could have you arrested, you know?”
He snorts. “Yea? You gonna cuff me, officer?”
“Not officer.” Your correct him “judge, jury and executioner. And as such I sentence you to ‘watch the first movie with me’. While serving hard time you're also tasked with making popcorn.”
“Could I ask the oh so supreme authority to grab some throw blankets? I have evidence to suggest one of the parties involved gets cold real easy.”
You sniff indignantly. He's just a space heater, you're the normal one. But, “ a reasonable request, consider it granted.” he loves keeping his flat cold.
You watch the movie together, he doesn't mind that you make little jokes here and there - he even joins in a few times.
And he likes it! That's what he tells you at least. And you think you've gotten better at reading him, so you're pretty sure he means it.
He lets you prattle on about the movie. You let him curl you into his blanket, tucking you into his side. He makes a comment here and there. Offers praise in regards to certain scenes and questions others. You talk into the night, forget about swalt, forget about all the tension, forget that you're supposed to drive home.
It's late now. And you're far too tired to drive, he reminds you that this isn't the first time you've slept over.
even has a set of his clothes ready for you.
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It takes two nights for people to realize Tony Swalts was missing. 3 more for his body to be found and the story to hit the news.
‘Another soul stolen by the infamous Reaper’ is what the news is headlined as.
“Told you so” he says, smug (almost…proud?) As the newscaster goes over the details. “His luck ran out, took a risky gamble and lost. Good riddance”
“Y-yeah, you called it…a guy like him was uh. Bound to end up like this, eventually” you murmur in nervous agreement. You're sat next to him on the couch while the segment airs. He's got his arm thrown against the back of the couch. His fingers gently play with pieces of your hair.
You don't listen to the broadcast, not concerned with the details. You know it's gruesome, know that he died screaming - terrified beyond belief and in pain.
You know that Simon really shouldn't be so happy at the news. Relieved maybe, but happy? You'd understand happiness from the perspective of anyone Swalts wronged but - you see Simon's shoulders shake as he quietly laughs- but you know this can't be a normal reaction.
You also know that you were with Simon around the time of death, shared a bed at his instance (co-sleeping helps keep him asleep longer, he says). Woke up next to him and everything. Know that you got up in the middle of the night for water, only to have him go get up and pour you a cup himself. He has an alibi. You are his alibi. There would be no way for him to have done something like that and hide it so well.
This internal battle never seems to stop. Torn between what is real and provable and what your intuition tells you is happening.
You've been in his house, you've seen every room, checked every crevice. Nothing. It's Simon. Your Simon. Your friend for fucks sake. Sure he's a bit rough around the edges but he's a good person. You know him, you think. You really truly think you do. Know what he likes, what he doesn't. Gotten better at knowing what he's feeling or thinking.
You know all these things. You know it's not him.
But you just don't know why he looks so…
satisfied.
You keep quiet ultimately. Remind yourself that he is your friend. And that he's been accused of being this horrible killer before, worked to show and prove his innocence in court- was even attacked by the real killer and just barely survived!
And as he plays with your hair and switches over to the movie he let you pick out you settle deeper into his side. He let you pick on his night, cause he ‘wanted you to pick something that made you happy’. Why would a monster be sweet? Considerate? Why would he feed and experience life with you? Laugh, and joke, and smile with you?
You don't know. Maybe you don't want to know. Maybe it's better that way.
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i-spaced-sorry · 1 year
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Hi
I just wanted to tell you that I love your writing so much!!!!
Also I was wondering if you could please write a Jay Helstead x little sister reader??
Like maybe Jay has had custody of her since she was a baby and now she starts asking questions about their parents. Like why it has only ever been Jay taking care of her and where is her mom? Maybe the reader is like 6, just started kindergarten and maybe this is what stems the question asking (other kids talking about their own parents and asking why the reader only ever talks about Jay)
Thank you for all that you do
this is 100% your choice and feel free to make any changes
Hi! Thanks for requesting! I hope you like it, it kind of went dark! I'm also enjoying playing around with writing time skips, so I hope you enjoy that (if not, sorry)
TW: mention of past abuse, mention of death during childbirth
Title: Why?
“Why” you asked while you sat down to eat your cereal.
Almost dropping the coffee pot, you watched as your brother Jay placed it back on the machine and sighed, “I thought we left this stage when you were 3”
“No, why” you tried again, beginning to whine when your brother didn’t understand your vague question. 
Sitting across from you at the table, Jay placed his coffee down and asked, “why, what? I need more than just a word.”
You chewed your cereal bite and swallowed before you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. 
“Why is it just you and me and occasionally Will? What happened to mommy and daddy?”
Jay knew this day was coming. Though he was hoping it wouldn’t happen until you were at least out of elementary school. But he should have known better, 6yr olds are relentless if he remembered his time in school correctly. 
“Uh, just because it was easier this way. Can I ask where this is coming from?”
***
“And where did she say it was coming from?” asked Hailey, while the two of them sat in the surveillance van watching the corner store for their suspect. 
Continuing the look through the binoculars, Jay responded, “some of her friends were talking about how they were excited for some donuts and dads party their class is having in a few weeks.” 
“Okay, follow up question, what did you tell her when she asked?” asked Hailey, putting a pin in the stupid class party that definitely is leaving kids who don’t have dads out. 
Turning to face his partner, he wiped his hand down his face and sighed, “I panicked and told her it was easier this way.”
“Jay. You didn’t answer her question at all.”
“I know, but what was I supposed to say? Hey Y/N, you live with me because mom died during childbirth and dad went off the rails and abused you mentally for the first 3 yrs of your life and it wasn’t until I came home from the War that I realized how bad it had got and now dad is in jail and you have a restraining order against him where if he comes within 50 ft of you, I’m allowed to tackle him and call the police on him? Yea, I’ll pass”
Laughing slightly at her partner's bluntness, Hailey replied, “I’m not saying say all that to your 6yr old sister. But I do think she deserves some explanation”
When she notices her partner opening his mouth to protest, she adds, 
“Age appropriate Jay. Age appropriate.”
**
You were sitting at the kitchen table coloring, while your babysitter for the evening, Stella, was putting together your after school snack. 
“Okay munchkin, here is your snack” she said as she placed your apple slices and peanut butter beside you. Seeing your paper she asked curiously, “what ya coloring there?”
Not looking up you replied, “a picture duh” 
“Okay sassy pants” was all Stella replied before walking away trying to process what you drew. 
When Jay got home, he thanked Stella and walked her to the door. 
“Thanks again, Eva was stuck studying for her final exams and I didn’t want her to be torn away every few minutes to deal with the monkey”
While shrugging on her coat, Stella smiled, “it’s no problem. I like hanging out with Y/N. Though, I don’t know what’s going on with her, but she was drawing some interesting pictures this afternoon”
That caught Jay’s attention, “interesting how?” he probed. 
“Nothing bad, just she was drawing a shadowy figure outside the house, you, Will, and her were inside, but she was crying in her drawing.”
Sighing, Jay replied, “thanks”
And with that Stella left and he shut the door behind her and turned around. 
“Now or never” he muttered. 
Walking over to where you were eating dinner, Jay sat down. 
“Do you want to hear about why it’s just you and me and occasionally Will?”
You looked up from your spaghetti, “Yes!” you just about screamed while nodding your head insistently. 
“Okay, so when you were being born, mommy was not very well. The doctors had to make a decision. And I want you to know the decision that was made is not and will never be your fault.”
You felt tears prick your eyes, “mommy died?” 
Jay felt his own eyes prick, “Yes, but I will tell you as many stories about her. Whenever you want. And I bet you, Will, will too , if you ask him nicely.” 
You stared for a few moments taking everything in. “Okay, so that explains mommy. What about daddy?”
Jay didn’t really know how to appropriately tell you that your dad had abused you, so he went with a toddler age appropriate response and hoped you wouldn’t probe for more. 
“So, when mommy died, I went away right”
“To fight a war!” you inserted!
Nodding, Jay kept going, “yes, to fight a war. So it was just you and dad. But dad was really sad about mom and he did some bad things. Will and I didn’t know what these bad things entailed until I came home and Will came back from school for the summer.”
“Bad things?” you inquired. 
Mentally screaming fuck, Jay calmly replied, “he was hurting and took it out on others and was just not being a good dad. So he had to go away for a long time.”
“But why you? Why not Will or grandma or grandpa?” you probed. 
“Will was still in school and wasn’t in a good spot to care for himself, go to school, and care for you. Grandma and Grandpa both have their own slew of health issues and we thought it would be better if they didn’t have to restart the parenting process. I had come home from the war for good by that time and it was decided I had the most stable housing and money coming in. So that’s how it was decided it would be me, you, and occasionally Will.”
You thought for a few minutes, taking in everything you just learned. When you finally slipped out of your chair, came around the table and hugged your brother exclaiming, “thank you” over and over again.
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tobyislame · 7 months
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some more ticci toby headcanons
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once again consider this a headcanon salad i'm still figuring out how to format these
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- in my canon he's from minnesota. he just feels like a minnesotan
- also in my canon he lives in a shoddy little abandoned cabin in the woods (header image is along the lines of what i think it would look like). the mansion still exists he just chooses not to reside there cus he'd much rather have his own space that he can control
- never has the big lights on in his house cus it makes him crazy. instead there's just headless lamps/lanterns/candles strewn all over
- best believe the place is messy as shit. imagine if a 16 year old boy was allowed to be a homeowner. yea pretty fucking vile right
- his place just smells like raw wood and weed you walk in it just slaps you in the face
- all of his clothes have that vague cigarette smell on them
- he smells like pinecones and wet soil (on a good day)
- thinks axe masks the fact that he hardly showers unfortunately
- also thinks just using mouthwash is the same as brushing your teeth unfortunately
- honestly he's just super shit at taking care of himself, especially since his body lacks the tools to queue him in on some stuff
- like how cipa causes him not to feel hunger. he can't recognize when he's hungry so he often goes way too long between meals
- he has a little notebook where he keeps track of when he eats. it's meant to help him know when he should eat something but he consistently forgets to keep up with it
- he just isn't equipped with any of the tools necessary to take care of himself, both physically and mentally. he's in pretty bad shape, some extra help would probably do him good
- realistically with how much he disregards self-preservation he'd be fucking dead by now so he isn't entirely helpless. he knows he's accident-prone so he keeps first aid shit with him at all times, he knows blood means bad and that he should probably stop what he's doing that is making the blood happen, he knows to scan over himself every once in a while to check for unnoticed injuries and such, etc etc.
- cus of the gaping gash in his cheek he has to eat foods that are compatible with his disfigurement. he also always has to drink through a straw
- he does not like waffles. he does like pancakes however
- interestingly those with cipa have a lower sensitivity to capsaicin so he eats spicy stuff like a fuckin CHAMP. someone gave him one of those samyang noodles to try yk the one that's hot as BALLS and he was just like "i mean yea it's good"
- he's kind of just always covered head to toe with bandages. i think he'd have an excoriation (skin picking) disorder so he HAS to keep his arms and hands wrapped up, otherwise he'll just obsessively pick/bite/gnaw at his skin
- the rest of his body is perpetually scattered with bandaids and such on account of how scraped up he gets just being himself
- on the night of The Incident he got caught up in the fire. flaring up his chest and a section of the left side of his body are burn scars. there are a conglomerate of reasons as to why toby doesn't like to have his shirt off in front of ANYBODY and that's just one of them
- his motor tics tend to be on the more violent side (throwing things, hitting himself, hitting others, etc). however, he's learned how to sort of guide his tics from being one thing to another if that makes sense? idk i'm speaking from my own experience here and tics are a really difficult thing to put into words but like. if he can tell he's about to throw the thing that's in his hand he'll take that feeling and try to turn it into something smaller, so instead of throwing the thing a less destructive tic will occur instead. if any of that made sense
- more often than not he's got an earbud in or his headphones on listening to music. he finds that it makes it much easier for him to make his way through the world. that and when he's listening to music he's noticed that he hardly ever tics (usually) so yk that's also a bonus
- spends a lot of his time climbing trees and hanging out in them. also spends a lot of his time trying to make friends with the animals of the forest. he's gotten a lot better at knowing how to approach raccoons and possums and stuff. he likes to leave food out for birds and squirrels and such
- it's funny because he tries to be this hard-ass dude but as soon as he spots a deer he becomes the most gentle thing on earth in that moment. he'd probably grab your shoulders whispering all like "oh dude deer- shhh shh" and force you to crouch with him and stuff lmao
- he's dubbed the one rabbit in those woods that isn't afraid of him "dandy warhol". yea he's real good with names
- he leaves food trails for dandy that lead to his house because he thinks that's how people get pets. he does not realize he's also leading every other animal in that forest to his home
- he may be stupid .
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rgbfall · 2 years
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Actually while I'm posting about rottmnt, I'm gonna post my ideas for that RiseX2012 tmnt au. This is mostly just what I think the character dynamics would be/just what they think for each other. This is post-ROTTMNT movie btw. And also I'm only on like ep12 of 2012 TMNT so yea:
• Rise!Leo laughs so hard when he first meets the 2012 gang bc they're short and also Splinter is so different. Like Leo thinks it's sooo funny man
• Rise!Raph would love Spike man they would bond over that. But 2012 Raph would lowkey not like rise!Raph bc he's actually nice :/ they probably end up beating each other up at some point bc rottmnt!Raph is super protective and 12!Raph kinda bullies everyone all the time
• 2012 Mikey would think rise!Mikey is sooo cool. that's it.
• 2012 Donnie would be, like, super in awe of the stuff rise!Donnie, but also think he's kinda weird/maybe evil? Mainly bc rottmnt!Donnie laughs maniacally a lot. Also rottmnt!Donnie would take one look at the 2012 tech n then want to fix it soo bad. And also be like "you're actually using a wooden staff??? Mine's made of titanium/magic"
• Rise!Leo and 2012 Mikey both think the other is funny
• Honestly rise!Donnie is like. Lowkey not okay 2012 Raph. He's just super aggressive and doesn't care about ppl which is not great for neurodivergent family haha. Donnie will get uncomfy with something and everyone will be like cool and move on except 2012 Raph who will just be so unnecessarily aggressive about it. They're not huge fans of each other
• Rise!Mikey is trying to be nice to 2012 Raph but again he kinda sucks, and 2012 Raph vs neurodivergent family is not a good mix. Expect some stuff with 2012 Raph and the Drs lmao. Also rise!Mikey will do something, like, vaguely fem e.g. heart glasses or painting nails or smth and then 12!Raph will laugh at him for it. Poor rise!gang
• Rise!Donnie is. not great with 2012 Mikey. Like he understands that 2012 Mikey means well, but they're just neurodivergent people who's needs clash yknow. Like Mikey is not very aware of boundaries and likely to touch Donnie's stuff which. is a big no no.
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luke-hughes43 · 28 days
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Seeing Jake Again | Ethan and Bella
Bella runs into Jake (her toxic ex) for the first time since breaking up and it doesn't go well. Ethan also gets the pleasure for meeting Jake as well. So does his and mark's fist...
*also Trigger Warning⚠️: mentions of abuse/sa under the cut!*
Bella’s POV
So Ethan, myself, and our friends went out to the bar after the football game to celebrate. I'm pretty much attached to Ethan the whole night despite being with all of our friends. Luke and Stella didn't come out tonight, stella's knee was bugging her at the end of the game so they went home.
I smile seeing all of our friends having fun, especially seeing Ethan have fun with his boys. I go up on my tip toes and say in his ear so he can hear me, “I'm gonna go get a drink at the bar. Do you want anything?”
“No thanks sunshine. Want me to come with you?" he shakes his head. I shake my head, “I’ll be fine.”
He nods and I head over to the bar. I called the bartender and ask, “can I get another vodka red bull please? and can you put it on the tab for Ethan or edwards.” He nods and walks off. I hear a voice next to me, “still drinking vodka Red Bulls I see.”
I sharply turn my head and see a guy that I vaguely recognize but can’t place from where. I say, “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
The guys laughs, “Wow, forget me already bells?”
Now I know where I know this guy from. It’s Jake, my toxic ex boyfriend. I immediately start scanning the crowd for ethan or mark or any of our friends to come help but I can’t see them. The bartender eventually comes back with my drink and instantly walks off because it’s busy. Jake says, “let me buy your next one. For old times sake.”
“No thanks. I don’t want anything to do you and I have a boyfriend.”
“I doubt that. Where’s Stella? I’d love to see her.”
“She's home with Luke. I need to get back to my boyfriend and friends. Leave me alone Jake.” I say trying to walk away from him. he grabs my wrist to keep me from walking away.
I physically tense and try to pull my hand away. I snap, "let go of me."
"I just wanna catch up Bella. relax."
"I'm not gonna catch up and I'm not certainly gonna relax. let go of me Jake." I say a little louder but he doesn't listen. if anything his grip tightens. he says, "what happened to you? you were not like this when we were together? what happened to that shy and quiet that I was with? the one that never said no."
"she woke up and saw that she was with an abusive asshole and won't stay quiet and let him push her around anymore."
"I loved you Bella. and I thought you loved me too."
"I didn't love you, I was afraid of you. I loved you out of fear. but I'm not anymore so let go of me Jake. I said no and I said to leave me alone. let go." I basically yell at him. he doesn't have time to say anything back before I hear Ethan say behind me, "get your hands off my girlfriend."
Jake smirks and let's go of my hand. he says, "I guess the boyfriend does exist."
"yea he does. and he's not afraid to lay you out for touching my girl." Ethan pulls me into his side.
"no need to get violent. I was just catching up with an old friend. bells, tame your guard dog." Jake says with a smirk. I roll my eyes and say, "we're not old friends Jake. don't call me bells either."
"wait, is this the Jake you told me about?" Ethan asks. I nod shortly and Ethan steps in front of me. Jake chuckles and says, "aww you still talk about me?"
I roll my eyes and Ethan says, "yea. she told me about every time you laid a finger on her."
"did she tell you about the ones I put in her too?" Jake says.
I gag and Ethan lets go of me and punches him in the face. Jake teammates come over to protect him and mark, Dylan, and Jacob truscott come over after seeing Ethan punch someone. mark says, "woah. we ok over here buddy?"
"yep. all good." I say trying not to stop a brawl from happening. I then grab ethan's hand, "come on babe. let's just go. he's not worth it."
"that's not what you said to me when you were begging me to-" Jake gets off by mark hitting him this time. his own teammates couldn't protect him from that. mark says, "I don't know who you are and I don't care. no one talks to Bella like that. keep talking and half the hockey team will be over here kicking your ass. for the second time today."
"so what? are you just getting passed around the whole team like a slut now Bella?" Jake snickers. his teammates eyes widen and back off knowing that Jake is just digging his grave and they aren't gonna try to help him.
Ethan punches him again and says, "don't talk to my girl like that." I notice the crowd forming around us and I try to shrink into myself. I say quietly, "can we just go?"
I don't think he heard but Jacob says, "eddy." Ethan turns to look at Jacob and then looks at me. he immediately softens and wraps me in a hug. he kisses my head, "ok sunshine. let's get you out of here."
I nod against his chest and he starts leading me out. he says to mark, "close out for me. I'll see you back at the house. I gotta get her out of here."
"ok. you need a ride?"
"I'm calling luca." it's quiet for a second and then I hear Ethan say, "Luca. Bella and I need a ride. can you come get us? we're at the bar." there's a pause, "ok thanks man."
he wraps his second back around me and holds me tight saying, "we're getting you home sunshine. I'm sorry about all of this."
"it's ok. thank you."
"no need. you're my girl and I'll always protect you."
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kabukeo · 1 year
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new ship dynamic i'm obsessed with thanks to my beloved @kittenwoogle <3
ill draw like actual ship art soon but ok ok. they can help eachother listen like. (rambling and some , larry spoilers ? i guess below)
it starting out as a , transactional relationship including paid dates bc larry's just lonely. he gives the vibe of divorced.
but anyway. sparing a LOT of details here but as they care about each other more. larry's vague handful of more years of life experience allows him to give some more mature advice and support to grusha and help grusha feel like he doesn't have to give up on life. and while larry isn't particularly direct or compliment heavy exactly, it's obvious he cares a lot for grusha through how he's always offering to buy him food (without expecting anything in return for that mind you), asking ab his injury and making sure he's taking care of himself. and it really helps grusha's self esteem that like. someone cares more ab him now than people ever really did before even if he feel like he's no longer impressive or important. plus in ship context grusha may be feeling insecure ab his body after being someone who goes from extremely active to very & then having someone wildly attracted to him despite that? yea
AND THEN for the other way around. for my hcs larry's so averse to stepping outside his comfort zone and that's why he's ended up how he is. even pursuing a transactional relationship was the more comfortable option than trying to figure out dating again and go through that emotional turmoil. but grusha giving him a chance and seeing him as a kind person despite his standoffishness makes him feel just a little more like he is capable of finding new happiness. and i like to think grusha helps him refind his passion in pokemon battling. he's only felt comfortable with normal types but takes interest in grusha's altaria as it reminds him of his own staraptor. grusha helps teach him how to most properly train and care for flying types and such and eventually he gifts larry a swablu egg. which he dearly cares for and it goes on to join his league team that he decides will be flying types (that his rematch battle makes me optimistic that he's developing a care for!)
also both of them unintentionally help eachother like. not push themselves too hard as gym leaders. larry takes more time off to see grusha & grushas able to let go a little bit of making the gym be his new tether to self esteem since it no longer feels like all he has anymore
THIS FEELS LIKE A DISSERVICE OF AN EXPLANATION i wish i could just copy and paste all of me and woogle's convos here. but in summary they are everything 2 me
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doeeyeddyke · 7 months
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post Lazarus transfem Jay, where no one knows shit about her coming back until completely accidentally, partly bc she's not even the (sole) center of attention
Damian is sent to Gotham and is one day like btw I have some sisters and Bruce is like..... "Are They Mine" (Wait I Might Have Girls 🥺) (secret girldad Bruce for the win) and Damian is like.... Jane will be displeased if I say anything.... but I think Athanasia biologically is Father's..... but I don't want to lie..... hmmm...... "idk anyway look at the time doot di doot...."
Talia doesn't pick up when Bruce calls she's just like "girls go check if it's anything important or if he's just having a meltdown"
So now 2 sisters start popping up around more often to keep and eye out and check on Damian and one is super tall and buff and the other is much shorter and slighter but they call themselves twins even if short one says she's older and tall one is like "barely!! it doesn't count!!" which honestly yea they're sisters alright
That's how Black Swan and White Dove come to be known, Black Swan is quiet and seemingly ambivalent about the bats but White Dove sounds like she's about to beat the shit out of Batman and to a lesser degree Nightwing and seems vaguely displeased being around Tim's Robin but is cool with Spoiler/Batgirl (esp since she's gotten close to Black Swan and treats her well) and distantly polite to young Duke the very few times they meet
Tim's Robin: hey what's up with that
Damian:
Robin:
Damian: she has Issues With Men don't you know anything Drake smh leave her alone
Robin:
Robin: Oh. Yea ok that makes sense ig sorry man
Damian: don't tell her I said anything tho
(Damian to himself later: it's not Untrue but that's not exactly what's- wait ok that's kinda exactly what's going on here isn't it)
Btw Damian calls her Jane but her full name is Catherine Jane Columba (Mom's name + Jane Austen + Mom's hc maiden name) and she uses Jane with league sibs but CJ in general for everyone else
Anyway I imagine that Cass and Jane start hanging around more and are eventually considered neutral to friendly extension of batfam via Damian (and Athanasia and Mara when they're sent over) (Athanasia is sweet if a lil awkward and much younger than everyone else, Mara is very "You're Not My Dad just a sort of step uncle at best" but Bruce is like "omg,,, daughters,,,,")
Cass might even eventually come over for dinner or smth maybe as Steph's plus one and Dick would be like "omg I am going to big brother you so hard" and Bruce is like "are you sure you don't want to be my daughter" and Tim is trying to figure out if he can do his stalking out of affection and respect thing without getting his butt kicked and the Al Ghul kids are being absolute demons fighting for Cass' attention and trying to find out what Jane is upto
The Jane identity reveal can be totally anticlimactic (Damian says Jane wants to meet them and then at a scheduled dinnerthey meet a buff tall older female lookalike of the dead second Robin and they think "omg 😱 surprise older Todd sister no one knew about??" and Jane doesn't let anyone say anything bc she wants to see how long this lasts)
Or maybe there's some big fight or whatever or fear toxin is involved and a league sib is hurt and Jane unmasks to comfort and tend to them and Bruce or Dick (or even Alfred!) see her face and have a bit of an aneurysm and Jane's too distracted with big sister-ing to be too explicitly angry with the bats at the moment but makes a snappy remark or smth that gives her away ("miss me old man" /sarcastic and /derogatory if it's Bruce)
And uh yea anyway don't take this too seriously I'm half delirious and keep dissociating in turns and I just wanted an excuse for transfem Jason and ended up really loving CJ/Jane
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