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How to Plant Snapdragons (pt. 9)
Task Force 141 + König + Keegan x Female Criminal!Reader (except Captain Price, because he'll be like a father to the bunch, and König and Keegan won't appear until later on in the story)
CHAPTER SUMMARY: You go to Las Almas with Soap and Ghost and meet Colonel Alejandro and Sergeant Rodolfo
You are currently reading Chapter 9! Here is Chapter 8 and the Masterlist!
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Chapter 9: How to Be Afraid of Ghost
CONTENT WARNING: Strong Violence NOTE: WAZZUP BITCHES, IM BACK I am very sorry for not updating for 4-5(?) months. I didn't mean to go on a hiatus without any announcements. Things had been quite busy for me lately and I focused on some things (FUCK COLLEGE BUT I PASSED ALL MY CLASSES ANYWAY), and also the reason why I suddenly "went dark" is because of the fucking MW3 Campaign. Yeah, shit destroyed me. WORD COUNT: 2.7k
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You had been to Mexico once. You went to good places it held, but you also walked on the mud it hid in the dark. After all, there could never be a perfect country. Even if someone said that their glorious purpose was for the better good of their nation—most of the time, they were merely heroes in their own stories and villains in the others’. Well, Mexico had good food. You could give them that, at least. But this place, Las Almas, would it have good stuff as well?
You shook off your vest and Ghost’s jacket as the pilot alerted you of the time of the touchdown and slipped into your jacket, fitted to your frame. As much as you wanted to keep wearing the lieutenant’s clothes, you couldn’t risk getting harmed because of loose clothing and failing this stupid mission.
You turned to Ghost as you folded his jacket neatly. “Can I keep this?” you asked and smiled.
He stared at you for a good second, pools of honey you couldn’t read before he looked away. “Suit yourself.”
Your grin widened, and you stashed the jacket into your bag. You hummed as you put on your vest, tightening it to your liking. You patted your pockets, checking each of them, until you felt Ghost’s mask in one, fingers lingering on the soft fabric, and sighed. You put your hands down on your lap and leaned against the cold steel, waiting for the upcoming descent, which didn’t take long.
The plane opened up, and a busy facility greeted your sight. Vehicles drove in and out of the area, and soldiers went back and forth from one place to another. But even when they were bustling, you could feel their gazes land on you—suspicious and judging, whispering among themselves, voices drowned out by the loud exhausts of the transports.
It was something you wished you could get used to. At the same time, you didn’t want to, when eyes held more than they seemed.
You followed Soap and Ghost down the plane, walking towards a couple of men who stepped forward. One of them had his hands clasped behind him, while the other simply stood by his side. Both were, well, good-looking and buffed (which was normal for military men), but eh, not really your type.
They would make pretty models though.
Also, good human shields, if ever.
Johnny, being the everlasting sunshine he was, greeted them first, extending a hand to the man named Alejandro, and engaged in a conversation with him as though they had been long good friends. Then, the sergeants forced the poor lieutenant to join in, who sounded ready to strangle the scot.
Then, your eyes found the gaze of the man next to the Mexican captain on the monitor on your ankle. A frown spread on his face and worsened the moment he saw the smirk that crept up your lips, his eyes darting between you and the half of the 141.
The look of a man confused never failed to be an entertainment. And what was more the obvious expression that said, what the fuck is a criminal doing here? Or something in Spanish.
“And who is she?” Alejandro questioned, finally turning his eyes on you—or rather, down to your ankle, as if the monitor would be the one to answer him.
“She’s sent by General Shepherd,” Ghost immediately replied, batting an eye at you. “She may be a criminal, but she proved excellent in various ways that could be useful to us.”
Alejandro, albeit hesitantly, nodded and extended a hand to you. “Nice to meet you, miss.”
You took his hand, giving it a quick shake. “I’m at your service, sir. And worry not about me going against orders, I pretty much like my head attached to my neck.”
He put a forced smile on his face, one you’d seen way too many times on people. “We’ll see about that.” He motioned at the man beside him. “This is Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra, my second-in-command.”
The said man, Rodolfo, extended his hand first to Soap, who the fellow Sergeant enthusiastically shook. Then, he batted an eye at Ghost, seemingly hesitant to approach him, but still decided to. Ghost, however, merely stared at his hand, and Rodolfo backed away, clearing his throat.
Soap stepped forward. “Ah, the Lt’s not much of a talker.”
Rodolfo nodded. “I understand.” He turned your way and reached out his hand, which you lightly shook, quickly withdrawing right after. He moved back to Alejandro’s side, who nodded his head towards a direction.
“Follow me, we’ll talk along the way.” Alejandro turned and began to walk, passing by and nodding at soldiers who saluted at him. By the end of the way—or seemingly at both an entrance and exit, several jeeps were parked, and a few soldiers stood by the vehicles. With a wave of hand from Alejandro, the men slipped inside the vehicles, and Rodolfo was the first to get in the first jeep on the line.
“I’d like to sit beside the window—” you attempted to request, but Ghost was quick to shut you off.
“No,” he said as Soap rounded the car, stepping in by the other side.
“But—”
“No.”
“C’mon, lassie, don’t you want to sit between us?” Soap questioned, a smile played on his lips.
You slipped inside with a grumble, inching close to the sergeant, before elbowing him. He grunted, but you knew it wouldn’t do much damage to him with all his muscles. At the same time, doors shut as both Alejandro and Simon got inside.
“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas,” Rodolfo mumbled, slightly turning his head to face his colonel.
(I’m afraid of ghosts.)
Your eyes whipped forward, brows slightly raising at his words, which you perfectly understood. You glanced at Ghost, but he merely stared ahead. At the back of your mind, you wanted to snitch on the new guy just so some drama could happen between them, but at the same time, drama could lead to suspicion between these men.
This was why knowing some languages if you travel abroad was great. But it should be fine to keep quiet for now. What the sergeant said wasn’t suspicious, but if they did anything that could bring harm to Ghost and Soap, then . . . 
On the other hand, Alejandro chuckled at the comment of his sergeant and looked back at the three of you. “You know Spanish?”
The Lieutenant remained silent, and you did the same, turning your head to the side to look out of the window, whilst Soap shook his head, and answered, “No.”
Alejandro drew a smirk on his face and turned his attention back ahead. “Oh, you will.”
Rodolfo started the car and drove out of the base.
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“See,” you pointed at the window, begrudgingly looking at Simon, who stared indifferently at you. “This is why I want to be next to the window.”
The car passed by two-story buildings, seemingly houses or apartments, painted in pastel colors. People were walking and talking on the street, some vendors and their stands offering their goods, and some other vehicles were parked on the way. It wasn’t much, not even beautiful, but still you’d like to see everything you could see.
“Have you taken a liking to Las Almas?” Alejandro questioned, glancing back at you.
You put your hand down and turned your head on his way. “To be frank, it’s not a liking, sir, rather, it’s curiosity. I’m not from here or anything similar to this place, so I’d like to see how things work here.”
His head inclined a bit to the side, appearing to be thinking of his words. “You’ll be . . . disappointed.”
You smiled. “I’ll be the one to judge that.” Just as you finished your sentence, a truck with men riding on the back, guns in hand passed by. You couldn’t help but whistle at their ridiculous sight, and put your hand on top of Soap’s before he could grab his gun.
He frowned at you. “What are ya—”
“Calm down, sir,” you cut him off, pulling your hand away. “Seeing as no one on the street is reacting about it, pretty sure that’s normal here.”
“You’re right,” Alejandro spoke in a serious voice, once again looking back at you. “Guns are in the jurisdiction of the police.”
“Looks like Las Almas has a huge problem,” you commented and crossed your arms. “Much more than what I’ve heard.”
Alejandro shifted his eyes to you. “You seem to know something about Las Almas.”
With his words, Soap and Ghost also settled their eyes on you, as if they were ready to do everything to get answers out of your mouth. “I’ve been to Mexico, and during my stay, I heard of things about Las Almas. Not exactly the good ones as you probably expected, but I didn’t know things around here would be this bad.”
“When did you come to Mexico?”
“Over a couple of years ago, sir.”
“I see.” He turned back ahead. “Well, things weren’t that bad back then.”
“I suppose those who tried to uphold the laws and resist corruption met their end as the time passed?”
“You’re right.”
You hummed. “Well, without powerful backing to protect them, I doubt they’ll last much in a society like this.”
“And ya also seemed to know things about politics and stuff,” Soap claimed, slightly shifting on his seat.
You met his blue eyes with a grin. “I had met quite a few politicians in my life. Assassinated an Austrian before, and the one who hired me snitched on me. That’s why I ended up on Shepherd’s shackles.”
His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “How much of that is true?”
You laughed loudly, although you already knew what would be his reaction. “Take a guess,” you told him challengingly.
“The last sentence,” Ghost joined in, his voice monotone.
You snorted. “Except that.” Then, you gasped, throwing yourself to the window at Soap’s side, making him curse out something you couldn’t fucking understand in whatever Scottish was that. “Look, look, Lt!” You motioned your hand on Ghost to look at the ridiculous sight of someone in a skull balaclava giving balloons to kids.
“What the hell?” Soap’s bright eyes also followed the scene.
You whipped around and smiled at Ghost, who simply stared at you. “If you ever want to quit the military, you can retire with me and live together.”
“How about living in Las Almas since Ghost might fit well in here?” Rodolfo suggested in a soft voice. Alejandro hit him on the side, whispering something, and from the corner of your eyes, you saw Ghost slowly turning to look at him through the rear mirror.
You tilted your head. “But Las Almas has a serious problem when it comes to crimes, so I don’t think it is very much suitable to live in unless you want to be a crime lord or still in the military. And I’m the type of person who likes traveling around. If I were to settle for sometime somewhere else, it would be where I would have already spent some time on, like London, Berlin, or California and—”
“It’s just a joke, please. Don’t take it too seriously,” Rodolfo mumbled, sounding like he wanted to bury himself on the ground at the moment and never appear again.
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On the way to the destination, Alejandro had talked more about the way of Las Almas, and finally, what you and the 141 came here for, El Sin Nombre, the leader of the Mexican Cartel who was protecting Hassan. Quite a reputation that person had as Alejandro said they had eyes and ears everywhere.
Having eyes and ears everywhere was also something the one who raised you did. Even if your father was in prison at the moment, you knew he was still pulling strings. A mastermind out of everyone’s league, until he decided to invest in you. Guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, now that you were technically imprisoned as well.
You pulled out your balaclava and huffed, putting it on swiftly. You jumped out of the jeep right after Simon and you heard Alejandro spit out his commands in a low, serious voice. You rounded up with the soldiers before a gate and under the Colonel’s command, the group barged in. You frowned as you had seen no man in sight, seemingly the civilians had run away—or were mostly likely driven out by the Cartel.
Alejandro waved his hand to follow him up another gate, which this time, Ghost opened, and gunshots echoed in the air.
“Showtime,” you said under your breath, aiming your assault rifle and blasting a hole through a man’s head, vibrant red painting the dull walls around. You rounded a corner, cautiously looking out for an enemy. You spotted a couple of them, but before you could take them down, they had already fallen on the ground. Your head whipped at Soap and Ghost’s direction. “Showoffs,” you grumbled.
“Said the one who wanted to take two men down at the same time,” Soap remarked, giving you a look, and you heard Ghost huff.
You clicked your tongue and swiftly entered a house, but quickly moved back out as you saw not a soul in sight. Your frown worsened at the unusual lack of men to hold the group back. In these cases, either it would be a trap or they had escaped already.
You glanced over your shoulders. 141, some of Alejandro’s men and the Colonel himself were on sight. The walls obscured your view of the place, there were so many corners where men could be hiding themselves or something else, and such things as Cartels wouldn’t hesitate to destroy a run-down hide-out like this for their good.
Soap shot a man from the roof and Alejandro positioned himself in front of a door, motioning at us. “Secure the house, and we go for Hassan.”
Several voices echoed from inside the place, cursing and hushing one another.
“Take the door,” Alejandro commanded. Soap stepped forward, but you grabbed him, making him look at you.
Before he could utter a word, you kicked the door open, slid on the floor towards a corner, and struck a man awaiting in the hallway. You got up immediately, raised a hand so they wouldn’t follow you, and picked up a baby’s bottle on the ground, throwing it to a room through a slightly opened door. Shots were fired blindly right after and you countered it with a couple of bullets, and it stopped. You pushed the blasted door open and found a man lying on the floor, and the baby’s bottle rolling towards your foot.
“Room clear,” you announced, staring down at the bottle for a second, before moving to the next room. They followed you in and you braced yourself for another onslaught, but this time, Soap was the one who barged in, quickly shooting down the men inside without batting an eye.
“Room clear,” he said and put his hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
You looked up at him and raised a brow that he wouldn’t see.
Ghost sauntered in the room. “No sign of Hassan.”
Alejandro sighed. “They already moved him.”
You turned your attention to him. “They move fast, hm?”
He looked at you, letting Ghost and Soap rummage the desk across the room instead. “They do. Much more than I expected.”
“So they already know that we’re coming here,” you remarked.
“Highly possible. The Cartel has eyes everywhere.”
You narrowed your eyes and echoed, “Everywhere?”
He nodded to affirm it. “Everywhere.”
“You mean even among your men?”
He paused, staring at you for a good second. “No, I trust my men.”
“A weed is a weed, sir, no matter how good it looks in your garden,” you said in a monotonous voice, picking up a pencil from the ground. “Sooner or later, they’ll bring harm to your plants. And even the plants you put in your garden can bring harm to you if you don’t know what they are.”
Ghost and Soap shot an eye on you, before exchanging looks with each other.
He eyed you cautiously and his serious voice lowered. “What are you implying?”
You remained silent and so did he, until Rodolfo’s voice echoed in your headsets. “The army is rolling in!”
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nmoroder · 9 months
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The kloborg brotp ask thinggg continuesss, this time its a tricky question namely "did you ever think you'd end your friendly disagreement with a... loving unity?" (a pun on how its a brotp in my posts and also a suggestion to bring it to the next level. but im afraid Hoborg doesnt take things this way)
its not handwritten this time but im too tired to redo the text so as usual, translation to English in readmore
(Hoborg is sitting at the Pin Island next to Klogg who seems to be chilling. Hoborg holds a yellow letter; these are used to pass the question to characters in these askblog posts. Most of the stuff that follows is told by Hoborg off-screen in his thoughts, so it's not all vocal but text still belongs to him.)
Hoborg: I'm not sure if I understood your question correctly but... I'm afraid you'll be disappointed with my answer. The thing is, I already do love him. But unity in such things is needed from both sides, no? I can't make him love me back, that's just cruel! I can't even make him feel sympathy towards me, it goes against what I've put into my creations... They have to choose on their own what they like and what they feel towards certain things. But even if I can't make Klogg do everything I want... I still have some responsibility before those I've created. They need to have at least someone to rely upon. Someone to love them for simply existing! At the end I've made myself friends to make it all less lonely and I love them all... there's no other way! That's why I love him, too... even though a lot of people find him scary or annoying, he's still one of us.
(He looks over at Klogg who's making a paper plane. Then suddenly he bends over and hugs him, speaking into his shoulder.)
H: It's all gonna be alright.
Klogg: For sure, but for whom...
H: For all of us. You, me, everyone in the Neverhood. I won't leave you here all alone.
K: I kinda got used to it... eh, come on now...
(He raises a hand to either hug Hoborg back or to brush him off, but instead he just defeatedly leans into the hug, placing his chin on Hoborg's shoulder.)
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minilpark · 2 years
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rooster with a s/o who is deathly afraid of heights
i think this is hilarious because i myself am terrified of heights and in love with roost too so i hope you enjoy
honestly so ironic that you two are dating
you just came to visit home for the summer and by pure luck was able to land a job at the hard deck
your boss, penny, just needed some extra help because she knew how busy it would get during the summer months
she was extremely kind and caring, almost like a second mother to you
she passed down a bunch of nice tips and tricks to maximise tips for yourself and get a hang of the bartender life
one thing she did warn you about though was the navymen who frequent the place
the way she gave advice on how to steer clear of them showed she had some kinda personal connection, but you decided not to press about it
tonight was busier than usual, apparently because some hot shot aviators got recalled back to top gun
but its not your concern, you were there do make drinks and get paid
that is, until one tall blonde approached you at the bar
"hey there darlin, can i get a round of beers for me and my buddies over there?"
while you were preparing the drinks, the man continues to talk-
"last time i was here, i don't remember seeing someone as beautiful as you, mind telling me your name?"
you decide to humour him since he isnt doing any harm...yet
"it's y/n, here's your drinks"
while youre handing them off to him, he smoothly takes your hand and kisses your knuckles
"pleased to meet you y/n, names jake, but you can call me hangman" he says with a wink
you simply raise an eyebrow and before you say anything else, a shorter brown haired woman hollers back
"hangman leave the nice woman alone and bring the drinks over-"
he rolls his eyes slightly and "that's my cue, but feel free to join us later if you want"
and youre back to it
until, someone bursts into the bar with aviators and a hawaiian shirt on
you notice that same group of friends hangman is with calls him over and knocks him for being late, apparently his last name is bradshaw
and from then on it seemed like he had you around his finger and he didn't even know your name yet-
eventually you two are introduced and it doesnt take long for you two to get together
always the fast pace relationships with military men
and so you two found yourselves dating and still discovering new things about each other
call it the honeymoon era if you will
on one of his off days rooster found himself chilling on your couch watching whatever was on tv with your legs sprawled over his
"i've got a random question for you roost-"
he just chuckles because when you go on these question sessions you ask the most random stuff
"alright, shoot babe"
"were you ever afraid of heights? like, how did it feel when you first went up in the plane? what made you know you were meant for flying?"
again, he finds it amusing that one random question turned into three but he answers them all anyways
"i don't think i ever had a fear of heights, i was always so fascinated by being up in the sky simply because my dad told so many cool stories about him and mav up there. concerning how it felt on my first flight, it was like my stomach and my heart were falling out of my body but like,, in a good way if that makes sense- like i had been preparing all my life to be in a jet up there and now that it was finally happening, i was in shock. to me, it feels so liberating up there and it gives me a way to feel closer to my dad-"
while he's busy answering your questions you just lean close and nod intently, fascinated by the answers he's given and appreciating the fact he chose to share so much about himself
"for your last question, i guess i kinda answered it but i like to think it runs in the family. the way i feel so connected to my dad along with the rush i feel when im up there is indescribable. being able to see everything down below from the skies is just so cool to me"
and when he's done answering you just come into focus and he smiles knowing you were listening so intently
before you speak up again he just presses a couple kisses to your cheek and forehead and you laugh at the ticklish feeling of his mustache
"okay wow, thank you for the answers- i just wanted to know how it feels from your perspective,, i mean, i just think it's crazy you're able to do all of that without feeling like shitting your pants the entire time-"
at this point rooster just lets out a good laugh but you continue
"i mean, with me at least- i am deathly afraid of heights-"
and this is where he cuts you off
"wait wait wait,,, you're afraid of heights??"
the laughter on his end continues and you just punch his arm a lil
"yES DON'T CLOWN ME BRADLEY-"
"alright alright i just think that's fucking hilarious that you're dating me of all people- it's a shame though i can't ever take you for a joyride"
and you roll your eyes and smile a bit at him wanting to take you for one
"yeah no flying for me lieutenant, im grounded"
he just hugs you close to him and places some more kisses to your face
"alright noted, babe-"
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georgiedoesntfloat · 7 months
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🍄, 🌿 and 🌾
For Roz I'm assuming? 🤭
🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?
Roz likes complex flavors so one of her favorite snacks is actually frescatrano olives, with their buttery and salty yet refreshing taste they’re not strongly bitter like other olives( she’s not a huge fan of black olives.) She also enjoys roasted almonds with a little salt and dried fruit ( her favorite are blueberries). On the way to the Holler she went through all her snacks, as she’d really underestimated the wait time between buses and the fare in the rest stops were distinctly unappealing.
Vivian wasn’t the most kitchen oriented parent, so one of Roz’s comfort foods is baked apples ( which if you’ve not had is literally a cored apple with cinnamon, sugar, butter and oats dumped into the center and baked till hot, its simple but so good- like a mini apple cobbler.) Vivian would make these for Roz whenever she was having a bad day.
Roz’s favorite meal to make is literally anything with mushrooms actually. She loves them, grilled portobello with shallots and arugula+ goat cheese on a ciabatta roll is one of her favorite dinners to make. She and Viv didn’t have much money when she was young so a lot of her meals were vegetarian simply because it was cheaper that way.
Roz does enjoy cooking, but she’s not sure if others will like what she likes so she’s never sure if she should offer to cook, since when she has mentioned before some of her favorite foods she’s been met with ‘ew i hate [ this thing you like]!’. She does however make a couple very tasty desserts she has shared with others; pumpkin bread, blueberry muffins, baked apples, country peach pie.
🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them
(Hee-hee Hoo-hoo im sharing a future portion of my fic to answer this one 💕)
Reese's captured hand trembled slightly as Roz traced the lines of his palm with featherlight touches, their bodies barely not touching as she described what the natural lines of his palm meant. She was so close he could see the ghost of freckles on her lightly pink cheeks. Reese could feel his heart threatening to break his ribs with how hard it was hammering in his chest. She wasn’t even doing anything and yet he was such a mess.
"So Palmistry is a bit different than if I was giving you a tarot reading where I'd be able to tell you past- present- future type of fortunes. These more talk about the self, and how your natural talents will shape your future-- or how best to direct those energies for things to come. I can already tell you've got a strong alignment to water based on the shape of your hands…"
He listened to her as she spoke, absorbing the lilting soft tone of her voice as she described how his fortune was shaped. It was more than a little distracting having her tracing the planes of his hand like that. He just… desperately wanted to touch and be touched by her. The warm comfort of her hand on his was exactly what he needed. Even though she'd been nothing but sweet and accepting of him Reese was so afraid she'd suddenly recoil from him in horror or get that veiled and distant look even the Doc sometimes had in her eyes where he could tell she was pretending not to be afraid.
Roz looked up from his palm to meet his gaze- oh. This close he noticed her eyes had freckles too. Flecks of golden brown in green- it reminded him of summer days playing in the forest as a kid. There wasn't anything close to fear in her eyes, just warmth. It made his breath catch in his throat and he had to look away, his chest tightening with an emotion he couldn't bring himself to name.
🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?
Roz’s favorite way to show affection is through touch! Not just romantically either, she is equally happy with platonic touch as well such as; hugging, hand holding, linking arms while walking, tucking hair behind the other’s ear or combing her fingers through it, and leaning against ( or having them lean against her) while they’re sitting next to each other. Her second favorite is just little gestures and spending time, she’s the kind of friend who will put a blanket over you when you fall asleep, or will send you a good morning text when you’re on the way to work. She’s the friend who brings coffee and your favorite bagel when you mention you didn’t eat breakfast that morning, she’ll listen happily to you talk about your likes and dislikes or whatever happened to you since you last met up and talked.
She highly values moments and closeness like id mentioned before hehe, so the hangouts with Tabby ( both the ice cream and soda one) and the basement movie time with Reese both meant a lot for her.
Vivian was less touchy-feely than her daughter is; her way of showing love to her daughter was by inclusion. If Vivian was trying a new craft that month then her little sweetpea was with her making pottery or learning how to identify native birds. She was also a big gift giver and Roz has quite a few items in her apartment that were made by Vivian ( a quilt, sweater, some hand thrown clay mugs, and even a screen print she has on the wall!)
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22. for sex after a near death experience for John and Tobias :3
FIRST OF ALL i am SO sorry that this TOOK so long it really got away from me and ended up being 2500 words. such is the writers curse/blessing LMAO i started working on it yesterday right after you sent this and i wanted to finish it yesterday night but i cried a lot writing it and then got sleepy and figured i would do it before work
but gosh thank you so much for the request !!!!!! its so different to write summerseed in the game timeline where theyve already been married for like 4 years so this was a really neat chance to explore how their dynamic evolves and i had a lot of fun writing it SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT TOO <3
okay i will stop rambling now. content warnings for this are that its porn (obviously) there are also references to johns ~boss fight~ uhhhh. god im really bad at doing this oops . that should be all though ONTO THE FIC
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It hurts, the rise and fall of his chest- most everything hurts. His left arm is useless, casted at his side- had it broken? When? Things come to him in flashes of unfortunate memory- gunshots, pain, the blue sky tinted red around its edges. The sensation of falling still hangs heavy and nauseous in his stomach. His plane had gone down, shot right out of the sky by that godforsaken Resistance and their Deputy. He remembers what he thought would be his last thought- bright, blinding white, the light he should have walked into, eclipsed in its entirety by the shine of yellow-blonde hair under the summer sun, the pale flash of a perfect smile tethering him to the Earth.
Tobias. His Tobias. A cold realization washes over him- where was Tobias now?
His eyes snap open, and as if he had called to him just by thinking his name a weight on his chest that he hadn't realized was there shifts a bit, those same golden yellow blonde strands cascading over his body and to the uncomfortable bed beneath him, tickling his stomach through the holes in his destroyed shirt. Relief follows the cold, and then guilt slices through him all at once, hot through his aching chest; he owes Tobias so much for putting him through this, more than he can ever make up for. Tentatively, he moves his working hand, flexes the fingers to make sure they still work, and then cards them slowly through one of the tangles that now mar its perfection.
"I'm so sorry." He doesn't recognize the scratchy and harsh voice that comes from him as his own, but Tobias sits up in half an instant, looking at him like Paul must have looked at Jesus when he made wine out of water. This is a devotion he doesn't deserve, has never deserved, and yet he can feel himself flush underneath it. There are dark circles under Tobias' currently bloodshot golden eyes that suggest he's hardly slept, the brilliant yellow of his hair messy and knotted like it hadn't been brushed or washed for a while. The guilt comes through strong again, but he doesn't let himself stew in it this time. "How long have I-"
"Four days." He answers the question he didn't finish, almost too quickly, like he's afraid it might hurt him to talk. "I didn't know if- if you would- they told me all I could do was pray." His voice breaks on the word, almost angrily, and tears track fresh down his face.
"Did you?" It's a stupid question, he thinks only after he's asked it, but his head feels fuzzy. At his side, attached to an IV in his good arm, is a tall stand dripping clear fluid. Some kind of painkillers? They weren't doing much, if that was the case, besides making it hard to think straight.
He makes a sound that resembles a sob mixed with a laugh, wrung out of him as John's thumb caresses his cheek. "I haven't stopped."
There is a beat of silence, of the overhead vents kicking on, of an old love ballad playing from the lower floors. They must be in the Veteran's Center, as far as he could tell. There is a part of him, childish, that briefly but overwhelmingly feels safe here. Jacob had always protected him as best he could.
And then they are colliding, clashing, and it should be violent red and it should hurt but it feels to John like yellow, like blooming, like spring.
"John- Honey- You're still-" Tobias tries to pull away, however reluctantly, away from the desperation of their mouths pushing against each other. With all the strength left in his functional arm, John fists his hand into the collar of his shirt and yanks him back in the direction he wants him.
"I don't care." He's being selfish, like he so often is, and he knows it. "Let me make it up to you. Please, Tobias. Please."
"Make it up to me?" The small question shakes breathily, and he can feel the tears drip onto his cheek, can taste the salt on his tongue, but he doesn't disengage, he won't. He doesn't know if he can. He shifts along his jawline, catching them as they fall.
"You were right. I shouldn't have- I almost-" Tobias covers his mouth with his own before he can say the D word, swallowing it before it can reach the air, and then pulls back again. John can tell he doesn't want to talk about this, but words keep spilling from his mouth against his will anyway. "You tried to stop me. I didn't listen, and I- I saw the light, Tobias. I saw the light, and the only reason I'm still here is because you were brighter. And I can never- But I-"
Again, he is so sweetly cut off, perhaps with more urgency than before. "You came back to me, John. That's all I need. All I'll ever need. If this is what you want, then- But I don't want you to do it for me, because you feel like you owe me something. You are my something. You are my everything."
The words strike him through, stirring in his chest with a flutter of wings, and he smiles against Tobias' cheek. John had only ever considered himself lucky where his husband was concerned. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"That's a silly question." Tobias' lips press gently over a throbbing bruise on John's collarbone, the tenderness of it making his eyelids flutter. "You gave me something to believe in. Do you want me, John?"
John marvels at how easily he can say things like that, now- and how it still turns him inside out to hear them. Tobias' mouth trails down his throat with more of an intent, and he can feel himself start to heat up. "Always. Do you want me to-?"
"I want you to lay back and relax. Let me take care of you, okay?" His destroyed, blood-soaked shirt is unbuttoned and pushed aside with the utmost care, the position he was mostly stuck in making completely removing it impossible. The cold air of the room makes him shiver. Tobias draws his warm hands over his newly bare torso like he's touching something sacred and breakable- he's practically purring with it, the pain that should come with these touches all but absent. A delicate finger draws a circle around one of his sensitive nipples, and he finds himself making a much more obscene sound than any of the previous ones, melting a bit into the slab of a mattress beneath him. "Mmmn, yeah, just like that. Good boy."
Sometimes it's almost a detriment how well Tobias knows his body, knows him- the praise goes straight to his cock even faster than the touches do. He can feel himself, already embarrassingly half-hard. He wants so much more. "Say it again. Please."
The connection between them is such that John doesn't have to ask what he wants to be repeated. His hands never stop moving, never stop playing with him, and the warmth filling his core is building into all-out heat. "You're such a good boy for me, John. So perfect. So perfect for me. I love when you ask me for what you want. Do you know why?"
John almost doesn't even register that he's been asked a question, eyes having rolled back in his head a little when Tobias had said he was perfect. John had never been perfect, as far as he was aware- if anything, he had been the opposite. But God, If he didn't believe it when Tobias said it. It sounded so true when Tobias said it- like the touch of his Saint's hands could absolve him of every sin he had ever committed. "Why?"
He smiles. "Because I love you, and I love giving you what you want. What do you want now, John?"
His mouth, again, works faster than his brain. "Want to be inside you."
Tobias seems to think for a moment, appraising the situation, and there is a moment where he's sure he's made a far too outlandish request, the sting of rejection setting in over him quickly. Something must change on his face in response, because he's being soothed in an instant, Tobias' tongue replacing the ministrations of his hand around his nipple for a moment and drawing a high, breathy curse from him. He places a kiss to the nub, just enough sensation to drive John crazy. He'd be writhing if moving didn't still ache quite so much, thrusting up against empty air just for the ghost of friction. Instead, he just whines, a bit pathetically in his opinion, but the sound awakens something in Tobias, who moans low against his skin in response. A shiver of heat runs down his spine as those dainty hands slip down, down, tracing the outline of the little Eden's Gate symbol just above his belt line before sliding his pants down far enough that he springs free, cock bouncing against his stomach. "Shshshshsh, relax, prettyboy. How could I ever tell you no when you practically beg me like that? When you're already so hard for me? I just had to think about-"
Tobias positions himself, with no small amount of difficulty, with his knees on either side of John's legs, hand braced just above his shoulder as opposed to on it. It's a lot less touching than they might usually be doing during a venture like this, but he's not one to argue against his fragility at this moment, and the show is sublime- his lovely little husband in nothing but his rumpled white button up, gold streaming down his back and messily framing his face, cock leaking against the fabric as he fingers himself open with soft groans and exhalations of his name. John reaches up with his only free hand to slide the backs of his fingers along the length of his dick, as smooth and pale and perfect as the rest of him, and he shudders, head falling back as he completely stops all his motions. For a moment, he thinks he's done something wrong, when it hits him- he had almost made him cum, just from that.
"Are you ready?" His voice is still unsteady enough that John can tell how close he got. It makes his chest swell with something like pride- only he had ever seen him this way, would ever see him this way, and taking him apart was like second nature, an instinct. The feeling mingles with the ache of his desire, spiked by the thought of Tobias ruining his pretty white shirt all because John touched him the right way. He wants to make it a reality.
"Please. Please, Tobias, I need-"
Tobias is sinking down on him before he can finish that thought, bracing himself with both hands above John's shoulders now. The tight, wet heat of him is like nothing else in the world, momentarily strangling his capacity for language from him with the tortuously slow pace that Tobias sets, taking him all the way down and then sliding back up, or at least as far down as he can without actually putting any of his own weight on him. All he can see and feel is gold and white, and when his hips try to follow Tobias' ascent against his better judgment, their mouths are joined together, gentle and sweet to match the speed of their lovemaking. A tongue is again trailed down his throat, ending in another tender kiss to what he can only imagine is another bruise based on the low throb of it. "Do you trust me, John?"
"With- Ohhh, with my life." The words have never been more true than they are today.
"Then trust me. I'll take care of you. I promise. I've got you. There's no need to rush."
The build between them, usually like a dam breaking and overflowing, is now akin to the gentle ebb of the river through Hope County. It winds through his veins, the flames of it sinking into them like the spread of a venom that brought with it only a euphoria, the kind of euphoria that only Tobias had ever shown him. He loses track of the sounds he makes, of his husband's name slipping into the air around them to join his own spilling from Tobias like a prayer. He takes him in, memorizing a sight he has already memorized more times than he can count- the way his mouth falls open, having found the blissful spot inside himself to push into over and over, the flex of his muscles through his shirt, clinging to him in places with the sweat of his exertion, the shine of golden eyes riveted on him with a religious intensity. There is a new feeling he slowly comes to recognize, less than that of the dam breaking and more of the river lazily approaching a waterfall. It steals the breath from him, coiling in his stomach like a spring, and his hand finds his husband's waist, fingernails digging in as the feeling seeks to overwhelm him. "Tobias- Tobias I'm-"
"Together?"
"Yes- You first-"
He looks for a split second like he's going to argue, but then instead- "Touch me."
John does as he's told, applying the best grip he can to Tobias' cock, and he can feel him quake, can feel every muscle in his body tense and tighten like he's about to shatter into pieces. All it takes is one more slide downward, one flick of John's wrist up, and Tobias is spilling, beautifully, coating his hand and ruining his shirt, his hips jerking greedily into the grip and against his cock spearing him open as he chants John's name. The sight of it, and the way his body tightens around him, makes his vision go white as he is sent once more into freefall, ecstasy washing over him in wave after seemingly endless wave. Tobias doesn't pull off of him until his moans and whimpers turn into harsh breaths in the throes of overstimulation, falling boneless once more into the chair by his bed. The loss of him, of his body heat, devastates him for a moment. He's so used to him simply falling forward against him, to falling asleep sticky and sated and close, that for a moment he's convinced again that he's done something wrong. Only after this does he realize why that would be at worst impossible and at best a bad idea. Still, Tobias places his head back against his chest, as if sensing his distress, and presses a gentle kiss over his heartbeat.
"I know. I missed you, too. But we have plenty of time now." Another kiss, a nuzzle so slight he can barely feel it. "Forever."
He wipes his hand on the sheets and then returns it to Tobias's hair, carding through it gently- he can tell sleep is about to take both of them, and he wants to be touching him in any way he can when it claims him.
Forever doesn't seem like long enough to him.
But it's certainly a good start.
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fan-art-ic · 1 year
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Watching dead end episodes 1-4 live thought jotting down:
What DOES Courtney know about demons cause she was already summoning Temeluchus to try and go home but she doesn't know what the 10th plane is like. She does know about the DWF and about Bathmos
Pugsleys little bark of resolution and his little gallop to run and jump in front of the possession beam and im cryign
Temeluchus is already dead but also in his little backstory monologue he mentions his parents met in the Blood Wars.
Courtney hired them to be security for her bc she feels threatened
Maybe Norma had a tiny crush on Barney at first but totally gets over it by the 2nd episode and they basically become family , kind of just HC
The basement has some cobwebs and cardboard cutouts and electrical candles and they have matching coffin beds.
The first flight of steps in Dead End flattens out
When all the dead end employees died
How does Barney and Pugsley's relationship change as Pugs becomes a person
The gold passes have trackers
Josh started at the same time.
What are the names of the burger flipper boy and the diner-saur hostess/smoothie
Temeluchus is a demon warlock
"Anything but [abra-cadabra]"
Josh is like a casual asshole
Badyah also has a pink scarf and barney has pink sunglasses
Logs has a lot of empathy and is probably the second most anxious person in the park
Courtney has huge purple sunglasses and norma has yellow ones
Norma has issues with physical contact and closeness
Badyah is afraid of hamsters/crawling under her clothes
Pugsley is afraid of thing that could hurt him but he also fears losing control over his own power
Logs is afraid of social anxiety
Josh is afraid of facial deformities
Barney is afraid of being alone of no one being in his side
Courtney is sappy when they come into her fear world and say she's got them now
Patrick is turning 10 or so
Courtney applied to Hoxs Castle 500 years ago
The signs for the audience saying applesauce instead of applause
Barney and Norma and Pugsley known as one of the only teams to technically complete the castlerun, sort of HC for future
There's demon shows and demon commercials and so there must be demon news reporters and art majors?
barney still hasn't called his therapist. where is the therapist
hox is such a pouty high maintence independent he's so funny absolutely bitchless
The Demonic Royal Family has a reputation to be protected
Barney died lmao
Zagan has a phone
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cold-arrow · 1 year
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Doctor’s notes ??
new fifth book, part 4 | The Party | summary, things of note since last entry: hall of festivities, demi plane, guests, Dave, food and drinks, blackout, alternate selves, heading back home, Omrick staying behind
| 1 / 5 | So.... The party certainly was something. first and foremost, it was a lot grander than I expected. the sheer size of the party-hall alone was, probably larger the most villages, maybe even a small city. And that is without including the fact that apparently Baras’ master, Dave, has pretty much full control over the entire demi-plane?? Which appeareanlty, is what that was. He has his own demiplane of existence… Still having difficulty wrapping my mind around that. I couldn’t even begin to count the amount of sider rooms that it had. Which seemingly could form anywhere and nowhere within the room. But mostly limited themselves to the walls… anyways, im getting ahead of myself. After Jarvis had teleported us, and said his goodbyes, we were dropped of at the entrance. From their we could so grandeur and massiveness of the hall that the party was being held in. Filled with all manner of guests from varying races, backgrounds and -- different monstrosoties. There were so. Many. monsters there. if it weren’t for Baras reassuring us that none of them would harm us. I probably would have gone back right there and then. we could spot several seating spaces throughout the room, and within the walls. As well as tables and tables filled with all manner of foods and drinks. Atleast half of which im pretty sure, where not safe for humanoid consumption. But at the centre of the party, clad in and grand and magnificent set of plate armor, stood the host of this grand event himself: Dave. Surrounded by several acquaintances and friends, most of which I almost too afraid of to even directly look at.
| 2 / 5 | we exchanged pleasantries and our gratitude for the invitation, followed by quickly showing of our outfits. Dave himself, was apparently dressed as a Paladin as well. which, caused a bit of tension. Fortunately Omrick got off easy, but im not sure how serious he was about one of them having to change their outfit. Couldn’t really decipher either, if it was a pleasantly put Demand/threat, or him just trying to mess with Omrick. But he seemed to approve of the rest of our costumes atleast. Baras and him talked for a bit, before we headed of to go explore and see what the party had to offer. me and Baras immediately decided to check out some of the foods and catering. the rest, curious as well, followed soon after. I myself, was both curious about the prospect of Baras partaking in the food, as well as all the delicacies that were here on display. Half of it was a bit nauseating to look at. and definitely not safe for humanoid consumption im pretty sure. But most of thing that were actually edible for us, were thankfully marked, and actually tasted quite good / delicious. what happened after that, is a bit blurry ill admit. Me and Omrick had a drinking competition. And even with me cheating a bit, I wasn’t really a match for his dwarven constitution. Im pretty sure I blacked out at somepoint, and woke up later in one of the somewhat ominous but surprisingly comfortable side rooms.
| 3 / 5 | during that time I had apparently missed a-- rather strange encounter. it seemed the others had met with another warforged, that had been invited to the party. not the fake wooden one, the merchant. But another actual, animated warforged. what was even more strange, was that it was named Baras as well. and that he and his friends had gotten their invitations by accident. their friends, being: a male tiefling by the name of Elmyl, A cheery female paladin. And a priestess. let me further clarify, that they…. seemed like they were complete opposite counterparts to us, in almost every way. Which is…. Confusing to say the least. the tiefling still had his parents and had a happy childhood growing up on the farm of his parents. The paladin was kind, polite, understanding, considerate and seemed to have complete oppositve personality of Omrick. all friendly and cheery and whatnot. And the priestess, was apparently ah well accomplished exorcis -- with dozens of successful exorcisms… I only was informed of this encounter after the fact, otherwise I would have pleaded and begged the cleric to help me until the end of the party. I am very much kicking myself now as well, for having missed the opportunity to meet them, and her. And I’m desperately trying to think of a way to get in contact with her, hopefully, somewhere in the near future. But from the sounds of it. They aren’t even from our plane of existence, I don’t think.
| 4 / 5 | I decided to pretty much drink my sorrows away again at that point. And it didn’t seem that I was the only one either. Lym was rather upset or sorrowful or jealous after the encounter. And pretty much walked or stormed of, leaving behind tears. with zyra following soon after her. by the time we saw them again, they worth completely smashed. Even more so then I was I think, but atleast in a slightly better mood The clung on the on anther pretty tightly at that point, which was adorable, but they weren’t really in a state to… do anything either. And mostly just hung around another. Draining the bottles they had with them. ( It also appears that Zyra is a lightweight, which is surprising. You’d think a giant dragon would be able to hold their liquor… but apparently not this one) one more noteworthy drinking experience that I should mention as well, is that Baras and Omrick had tried out one of the “non safe for mortals” drinking challenges, and had almost died. It was apparently a series of shots or something, that took a person through the planes of hell or the abyss, and ending with the “experience” of death. which for mortals, proved to be actually fatal. Thankfully Baras was warded against the effect of instant death that the concoction had. And Omrick’s dwarven constitution managed to just barely carry him through. But otherwise, me and Lym would have had to try and found a way to both bring them back from the dead… remind me not to accept any a drink that Dave offers me, unless I actually know what it is and recognize it.
| 5 / 5 | we didn’t leave to party long after that. well… most of us atleast. Lym and Zyra were both to far gone, to really enjoy anything the party had to offer besides eachother. And Baras had apparently had his fill as well after the hellish drinking challange. I did join him for a short conversation with some peers of his, which I didn’t have a great introduction or first impression to when a mimic disguised as a chair ran away from me as soon as I sat down. But I awkwardly joined to for a bit at the tail end end of their conversation, until we eventually headed back to the manner. Baras guided us, ( us being the couple and me ) back towards the exit of the hall, where we were transported back to the mansion by one of the staff,( or one boy’s as the tend to be called) with Omrick remaining behind. | I don’t really know how much time has passed while we were at the party, or how long I myself was even passed out for. But im almost certain that it was a longer then just a few hours?. Like we were gone for pretty much an entire day, if not more I think. But when arrived back at the mansion, it seemed as if only a couple of hours had passed, at most. With it only being either somewhere past midnight, or atleast still early enough in the morning for it to be fully dark out. At this point I assume, that Dave doesn’t only  have full control over the space in his dimension. But the time as well? Which speaks a lot more to the actual extent power and might, then I initially thought Nevertheless, we send Zyra and Lym of to bed, to sleep off their inebriation. Baras dropped his human form from alter self and retired to his bedroom. And I headed of back to my room as well, very much exhausted after the event.   It certainly was an experience though I suppose. Though im unsure and hesitant on whether I actually will attend another one of Dave’s parties. if he invites me again
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"I Missed you sex" with Bokuto
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As you sat outside your home in the patio chair that hardly cushioned you, waiting for the sound of his boisterous laughter, you couldn’t help but smile. It had been a whole week since he’d been away, and boy, no one ever told you how much you could miss someone. This had been the worst week of your life, because you hadn’t even prepared for the feeling of going to sleep without him, you never thought you’d have to. 
Now, of course, Kou was always a volleyball player, he left for small trips here and there throughout your relationship, but you’d gotten together after he sustained a sports injury, and was sent on hiatus. Never had you ever been more proud of being an athletic trainer and physical therapist than the day you met him. With his pouty face and casted up leg. Yet somehow the whole time he was with you that day was spent laughing hysterically. 
For the year and a half you’d been together, he hadn’t been to one traveling tournament, only practices and local games. He was always home by nine. So it's obvious how the past week had gone, but now it was finally over and you could sleep next to him again, touch those broad muscles and lay across his wide chest. You could kiss all over him, and feel the ecstasy that is his touch. 
Car revving is what makes your eyes focus in again, and you almost start to tear up when through the passenger window you can see his white hair poking up in all directions, a smile on his face as he barely focuses on driving, opting to stare straight into your eyes with the excitement of a child. 
He steps out of the car as you begin standing to go meet him, both of you are running at each other before you know it, interlocking all your limbs in a messy and aggressive hug. Legs wrap around his waist and when he finally feels that contact he’s been missing all week, he almost melts. 
“Hey..” you whisper, laughing a bit through it.
“Hey, Hey..” he speaks back, head tucked into your neck, loving that the two of you can greet each other that way again. 
“H-” you go to speak again, but he cuts you off with a gentle kiss. 
“Don't ruin it.” His hands squeeze at your waist, and his presence makes you break out in a giddy smile, the same one he’s wearing. 
“Love ya.” 
“Love ya. Oh! Did you clean our room while I was gone, because I so totally was gonna do it before I left, but then poof! I was on a plane and I was like Oh. My. God. Y/n is gonna be so mad, Im sorry ba-” 
“I did, c’mon Kou let's go inside..” you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. 
The two of you are happy. So pleased just to see each other again that you don't mention the underlying thoughts, and feelings. How having those hands around your waist, feeling how he is so big and towers over you, it made you dripping wet for him. How your breasts shoved right up against him, and that tiny little tank top you were wearing made him want to mark you up all over. The way you walked up the steps to your shared bedroom in those loose sweat shorts was causing him to drool, just at the sway of your hips. 
Koutarou and you didn't really have bedroom rules, there was a safeword just in case, but otherwise sex was simply recreational, it was about being close to eachother. So you weren’t afraid to pounce on him the second the bed came into your line of sight. 
Stripping your shirt off in the middle of the hall to reveal your breasts, nipples already hard both from him, and the cold air outside, then jumping on him. Your lips met his as he grasped your thighs and he bucked his hips subconsciously into you. 
The two of you just needed to feel each other, after a week of no form of touch from anyone, the only way to satiate the craving was to get as close to him as possible. You wanted him in you and on top of you, all around you if possible, everywhere. While he mostly associates touch with love, sex being the most intimate form of that, the more passion he puts into it is representative of how much he fucking loves you. Every part of you. The pleasure is just an added bonus. 
Thus it’s not unexpected when he slams you against the wall just by the open bedroom door, using it to push the two of you further together. Your back arches in contact with it and he uses that space to slit his hand in the dip of your back. 
Thick and wet kisses make their way from your mouth to your neck as his other hand grasps your left breast. He squeezes it in pulses, matching the in and out motion of his kiss, sliding his thumb over your nipple with each movement. A groan of his name falls from your wet lips when you first feel his hips grinding into yours, the much needed friction being given to you in just the right way. You could even feel how with each kiss and touch he was growing harder beneath those grey sweatpants. 
His low cut tank top exposed the sides of his chest, so you snuck your hands around and under to feel his flexing pecs, one making its way to his shoulder for grip. 
When he pulls away from your neck he speaks, “Fuck, missed you so much baby, missed your taste,” before he’s back to eating up every inch of you. You feel a bit of a shock when he jumps a bit you position you higher against the wall, latching his mouth to your unattended breast, sucking your nipple in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it, before popping off. 
“Missed all of you..” 
You moan at the warmth of his mouth on your nipple, loving the way he fucking worships you. “Miss you too, Kou- fuck- so much.” 
The sound of his name unsteadily rolling off your tongue sets him off, he needs more of this, more of you. So the man seats his hands under your ass, still kissing all over your breasts, and walks the two of you into the room. 
He even giggles as he falls over you onto the bed, the contact on your back is soft, the bed you love, but only when he is here, doing things like this to you. Contact is lost for a mere second while he rises to throw his shirt to the side, you take the time to rush off your shorts and undies. No one ever looked at your naked form the way Kou does, it's like he’s finally seen heaven, his eyes roam over you not like you're a piece of meat, but more so a delicate dessert for him to savour. 
“God your perfect, everyone must be so fucking jealous of me,” 
“Trust me, they are ~” you rouse, hoping to get a bit of jealousy out of him, because he is already towering over you like the giant he is, may as well seal your fate. It's not that you want to have rough sex, more so you need an excuse for the small tears gathering in your eyes, just at the fact that you can feel him now.
You never thought you’d cry over something like this but you missed him so fucking much, words don't even begin to explain, that's why you two do this first. Words aren't enough, but this way, the both of you can show eachother how much you needed the other when they were gone. You can give each other pleasures that only you hold the keys too, and make them feel things they only feel for you. 
Heat shoots straight to your center when you look up to see him in front of you bare, cock hard and ready as he stands there like a greek god, posed and all. 
“Anyone jealous of what you get, then?” he asks, not because he doesnt fucking know they are, but because he loves seeing you confient, that's what he always gets from that question. 
Both of your arms stretch up to reach for him, wrapping loosely around his muscular neck, “Oh yeah, but you know your mine,” you smirk, glad to be so sure he was always faithful when he was gone. You never had to fear for that. 
“Damn right I am.” Kou mumbles before connecting your lips, using one hand to run down the side of your stomach down to your clit, then continuing to the gap of your legs, spreading you wider for him. The tips of his fingers trace your leg up and down gently, sending shivers through you, and making you moan into his mouth. Then, one finger slides through your folds to gain access to your hole. It smooths over the damp flesh for a bit, before sinking deep into you, the stretch feels heavenly, but he knows friction is what gets you. 
The finger inside you quickly begins thrusting in and out, angled so that it rubs on the underside of your hole on it's way out, and thrusts into your g-spot on re-entry. The movement has your body writhing. His lips are marking up your entire chest, taking turns on each breast and moaning against your skin. 
He could do just this forever, he loves the way your walls get wetter and wetter around his finger, and the cute face you make when he inserts another. He know how big he is, you've had to tell him before in the past so that he understand how much you need this prep. 
It's never an issue, though, because Kou loves pleasing you, gets off on it even. Sometimes he wonders if just watching you make those pretty faces and noises could make him cum. Not that he wants to today, because as much as he loves pleasing you, he misses the feeling of you wrapped around him. 
The feeling of your body beneath him, or on top of him, anywhere as long as he can feel the pulse of your cunt around him. 
"Baby please!! Please let me put it in, need to feel you" He whines, having made himself painfully hard just imagining being that close to you again. 
Little did he know how much you needed him to fill you up, wanted him to tower over you with his broad frame and pound into you. Wanted him to show you how badly he needed you, how he couldn't even get off without you anymore. 
"Oh God, just hurry up I need you, Kou." 
He takes the way your wriggling beneath him as a sign that you were close, he was too, embarrassingly so. Thus he hissed as he grabbed hold of his veiny and flushed cock to line it up with your cunt. 
The second he felt just a hint of uts warmth he groaned and rested all of his weight on his hips, not even noticing how he was practically prying you open. 
His eyes are closed to take in the feeling he missed so much, until he here's a whimper, and feels your arms wrap around him strongly. 
"What baby, are you okay? Is this okay?" He is so kind you even let out a chuckle at him. 
"Feels so so good, I didn't even know i could miss someone as much as i missed you- ahh" 
Your words were sweet and he desperately wanted to hear more but with the way you were pulsing around him, he couldn't focus, he needed to get it all out before his mind would come down from the haze of pleasure. 
His thrusting was deep and slow, each movement pushing your whole body further up on the bed. His face was wrinkled up in concentration, but he made sure to focus on how your boobs bounced up and down with his strokes, and the way your mouth fell open with loud screams of his name. 
The pleasure and heat in the room were ever-growing, sweat starting to form on both of your torsos. Until finally a wave of pleasure ripped through you and you weren't sure whether to curl away from the feeling or move as close as possible to it. 
"Cuming-" 
"Me too-" he grasped the white blanket beneath you harshly as he came inside you. The warmth of his cum reminding you of how he was yours and you were his and this was home.
"You're never leaving for that long again." 
"Eh, I'm not sure, I mean if the sex is like that every time…" 
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idle-compy · 2 years
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alright!! here's my random thoughts I put down while watching season 4!!
*MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW**
BROOKLYNN HAS 2 DADS
aw yaz drew something for sammy :')
kenji bud how do you not know what a screw driver is
NOT THE HORIFYING PAINTINGS OF TIFF AND MITCH
poor ben and his bad motivational speech
yaz and sammy being gfs I live
this sandstorm scene is beautiful
bens definitely blaming himself for their current situation :(
now he's having a small breakdown :((
CAMPFIRE SCENE
group scream therapy nice
THAT CUT FROM SCREAMING TO SLEEPING
SABRE TOOTH
oh and now bens sacrificing himself
"maybe now.. you're finally just ben" I'm crying
I already like dr. turner
suspicious sandwiches
yaz being a terrible wingman is so funny
ROBO DOG
or B.R.A.D.
robo dogs easier
OH IT KILLED THE STOWAWAY COMPY RIP
it talks???
kenji killed the robo dog rip
MANTAH CORP
theyre keeping secrets from mae turner
NO BEN THOUGHT YAZ LIKED HIM IM SCREAMING
not her just going along with him turning her down I'm screaming
this whole ep is so awkward
yeah mae you go behind mantah corp's backs
angry man
howd he break a screen with a fidget spinner
yaz's sketchbook?? a drawing of her mom!!
INDOMINUS?? SCORPIOS?? this gotta be a dream
yep
oh no yaz's trauma is catching up
oop kenjis catching a cold
this is the most accurate description of a tickle in your throat I've ever scene kenji is STRUGGLING
I feel so bad for yaz :(
attack of the robo dogs
aw sammy's never seen snow before she's so happy :))
sad cold dino
oh no they missed the plane
yaz is having a mental breakdown :((
this is so painful to watch
angry man is back
kash I think?
KASH KILLED A ROBO DOG
aw ben misses bumpy :(
sammy comforting yaz to help her sleep my heart <33
poor little edie she's hurt so bad :((
darius made a dino friend!!
uh oh sammy recognizes kash
SAMMY HAS A SECRET??
ooh she's ANGRY
oh now she's crying and angry
she ran off
KASH JUST CASUALLY TRYING TO MURDER MAE??
now ben killed a robo dog
now darius killed a robo dog
uh oh mae is injured
OH LIKE SERIOUSLY INJURED GIRL IS BLEEDING
now a raptor killed a robo dog
SAMMY ATTACKING THE RAPTORS USING THE BRAD SHOCKY THINGS
kash has a phone
oh ben saw it too
big edie mad
bens a doctor now
OH MAE PUNCHED HIM RIP
"youre not gonna punch me again are you?" "no" *punches ben*
this man's so evil like what
where tf did ben get a carob bar
oh no yaz is having a panic attack
oh now yaz killed a robo dog
YEAH THEY BLEW SOMETHING UP
DARIUS SOLO MISSION
the music played behind darius' big decision was beautiful
OH NO HES ABANDONING THE DINOS FOR THE PHONE
NO KASH CAUGHT HIM
he called brand
DARIUS CALLED BRAND IM CRYING
BRAND KNOWS HES ALIVE AKSJDJFJ
darius why are you telling this man all of the facts
oh he pulled out the sob story
DARIUS GOT KIDNAPPED
wow he's a terrible actor
oop kash throwing a tantrum
SPINO
rip sabre tooth
darius playing the little evil henchmen is adorable
BRANDS GOING OUT TO FIND DARIUS?? BRAND SUB PLOT??
oop a giant robot tried to blow up darius um
"I may have seen one or two of your videos" yaz is a brooklander comfirmed
KASH WANTS TO DO MIND CONTROL??
brooklynn's turn for a breakdown
BROOKLYNN HACKED ONE OF THE BRAD X'S YOU GO GIRL
brooklynn accepted she can just be herself on her vlog and stop caring so much about likes :')
NO NOT THE BABIES
the DNA sammy took in s1 helped create the new little baby hybrids
aw she feels bad :(
brooklynn just telling her awkward little story in baby talk
CERATOSAURUS
bens afraid of getting attached to another dino:(
well too late you're already attached
KASH FIGURED OUT THE MIND CONTROL NO
baby dino is in so much pain :((
ben has trauma from the pteranodons :((
another angry man tantrum
NOT THE CUT TO BUMPY SHES SO SAD
there's a single clip where kenji doesn't have the beard it's glorious
ope kenji/brook is canon
so his name is benjamin
DARIUS HASNT SEEN ESTHER STONE
GIRLS STOP FIGHTING
they wrecked the snow machine
sammy's breakdown
oh she's mad at yaz :(
ok the "brooklynn's my gf" reveal to darius is insanely funny
I love the weird dynamic between ben and mae
bens going on a robo dog murder spree
HES SO VIOLENT
OMG OMF OMGG
DILOPHOSAURUS
kenjis dad
KENJIS DAD IS THE HEAD OF MANTAH CORP IM SCREAMJNG
AKSKFHKFJ
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moonlit-imagines · 3 years
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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid
Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader
warnings: alcohol mention
a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna
prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!
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it was just you and your mom for a long time
pepper and y/n potts
she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark
speaking of—
“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you
“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”
“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”
“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”
“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”
*giggling* “y/n”
“no way! that was my second guess!”
tony wasn’t used to being around kids
he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them
despite a few minor hiccups
“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”
he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair
“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”
dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!
“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”
“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”
she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy
when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office
tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there
“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school
in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close
but tony made up for it
“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”
you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool
and as you grew up, you started to notice more
“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”
“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”
“called it!”
after that you did everything to try and get them together
when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly
no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now
“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”
“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”
“wise words, sir” -JARVIS
when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all
no
and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”
(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)
“my mom missed you”
“oh, i bet she did”
“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”
“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”
tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo
but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)
and just to make sure:
“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”
“man, that’s like, forever away”
“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”
ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence
“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”
“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”
that didn’t last long
not long at all
and soon they FINALLY got together
“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”
“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*
“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”
“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”
sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!
it was completely decked out
king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!
okay you were spoiled
“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper
“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”
“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS
pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family
you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you
“mr. potts, is it?”
“sure”
“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”
“why’d they punch the kid?”
“well, the other student punched y/n first”
“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”
he literally gave you a high five when you got home
“i gave him a black eye!”
“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”
a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight
“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”
“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”
youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours
“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”
your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!
“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony
“tony, you are impossible” -pepper
no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!
disappointed but not surprised
iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer
Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’
Mr. Tony: HE WHAT
Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!
anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end
you met mr. col. james rhodes that day
“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey
“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”
“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”
you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)
“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey
“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust
literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.
“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony
he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot
“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy
then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal
Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?
New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.
Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.
New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap
watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!
“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”
tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common
you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings
Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕
👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you
“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”
legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up
anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!
“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you
ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked
why is the earth always in fucking danger
you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut
“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”
“...hi there, little one”
“what the fuck”
“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”
tony stark has left the atmosphere
you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho
she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared
plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!
only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely
but watching morgan grow up kept you busy
“ahhh, shes so big!”
happy times in bad times
bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.
but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago
you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check
“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”
you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth
best stepdad a kid could ever ask for
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midnightsnyx · 4 years
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Consequences - Matthew Tkachuk: part 6
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summary: you absolutely hate Matthew Tkachuk so it’s just your luck when you wind up pregnant with his child. 
a/n: well... here it is lol 2(or 3?) weeks late. sorry for the wait, this chapter was just a bitch to write and every time i thought i was done, i wasn’t happy with it & i didn’t wanna post just for the sake of posting. but i stayed up until 2 a.m. to finish this, so technically it is sunday so im posting on schedule lol
im not sure how many parts are left to this story, maybe two or three + an epilogue but i haven’t decided yet. 
also, this gif made me feel things 😂
word count: 2.1k (i wish they were longer too but im doing the best i can😩)
warnings: none other than a couple swear words
Part 6
29 weeks
“What are you doing?”
“Researching how to murder someone and get away with it.” You mutter, typing where to buy a tiger in Google.
Becca gives you a wary look and sits next to you. “Everything okay?”
“No!” You groan in frustration, tossing your phone on the coffee table. “Matthew is driving me insane.”
She frowns. “Is he being an ass?”
“He’s being nice. Too nice.” You grumble, ignoring when Becca chuckles. “It’s like he’s trying to make up for missing the doctor’s appointment even though I told him I forgive him.”
Becca raises an eyebrow at you and you try to ignore her pointed look. “Do you though?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask defensively.
“You’re different around him now and I’m sure he’s noticed. It’s like you don’t trust him.”
You start to deny her accusation but stop to think about it. Were you more cautious around Matt lately? You certainly didn’t let yourself depend on him for things that you had been before, too afraid that he would let you down. You wanted to, but there was a nagging voice in the back of your mind reminding you that he’s let you down before and there’s always a chance he will again.
It’s as if Becca can read your mind because she shrugs. “You should be honest with him.”
However, something you’ve learned recently is that too much honestly can get you in trouble.
. . .
Sending Matt a text that said we need to talk, probably wasn’t the best approach because it took him approximately fifteen minutes to show up at your apartment and his is a half hour drive away from yours.
So his windblown hair and wide eyes really weren’t a surprise when you opened your front door.
“So, I think I should have worded that text a little better.”
“You think?” He huffs, walking past you when you step aside. He doesn’t even bother to take his shoes or jacket off, walking straight to the living room and turning to look at you.
“I’m sorry. For whatever I did.” He says and you groan.
“That’s the problem! Stop being sorry for things. It’s driving me nuts.”
He frowns and looks at you in confusion. “So… you don’t want me to be sorry for things?”
“I don’t want you to not be sorry for things, I just want you to stop being sorry for everything. It’s like you’re walking on eggshells around me.”
“I’m just trying to make-”
“Make up for missing the appointment.” you say, finishing his sentence. “I know.” your hand falls to your stomach and you sigh. “We’re going to be parents in less than three months. We need to start trusting each other.”
Matt slowly walks over to you and reaches out for your hand which you let him hold. His thumb rubs across the back of it and he nods.
“You’re right.”
You grin and lightly punch his shoulder with your free hand. “Of course I am. When am I ever wrong?”
He smiles, pulling you in for a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You ignore the way it makes your heart race because the last thing you need right now is your feelings for him to get even more confusing when you’re both finally on the same page.
Things are good now and you can’t risk messing it up.
. . .
31 weeks
He’s like a kid in a candy store, you’ve realized as you follow Matt around buy buy BABY. He has two carts, one already stocked full of things and the other slowly being filled. You stopped keeping count of how much everything costed an hour ago because the number started to make you queasy.
“He has enough clothes, Matty.” You whine, taking note of how Matt trips over his feet when you call him by that nickname. “and he’ll grow out of them before he even gets a chance to wear them.”
“Last one, I swear.” He says, holding up an outfit. “C’mon, how fucking cute is he going to look in this?”
“If his first word is a swear word, I’m going to kill you.” You mutter, taking the outfit from him and tossing it in the cart. Matt just grins and rests a hand on your stomach, hoping the baby will kick.
“How’s Joey?”
“Grayson is doing just fine.”
“We’re never going to come to an agreement on a name, are we?” he asks and you smile sweetly.
“Nope.”
He laughs and starts walking towards the checkouts.
“Did my mom tell you that they’re coming to visit?” He asks and you nod, recalling your conversation with Chantal. She’d called you first to make sure you were okay with the entire Tkachuk clan showing up. She knows how stressful pregnancy is and didn’t want to overwhelm you.
But you were ecstatic when she asked if it was okay for them to visit. You’ve grown to depend on her for any pregnancy questions over the past seven months and even when you needed some regular advice for everyday things, you sometimes texted her.
“Yeah, it’s Wednesday, right?”
Matt nods, smiling politely at the cashier as he starts loading every thing on the conveyor belt. You can tell that she’s a hockey fan by the way her eyes light up when she recognizes who he is.
“I’ve been meaning to ask if you can pick them up from the airport?” He asks, catching you off guard. “Their plane lands around noon and I won’t be back until later that night and I don’t really want them to have to take a cab.”
You’re a little surprised that he’s asking you to do this instead of paying someone or asking a close friend to do it instead. It’s an odd feeling, realizing that he trusts you with his family.
“Yeah, I’d love to.” You tell him and his smile warms you to the bone.
. . .
You show up to the airport forty-five minutes early because you can’t decide if you should wait in the SUV for Matt’s family, or meet them in the airport. Would it be weird to wait for them inside like you would with your own friends or family? You double check your phone to make sure that Matt did tell them it was you picking them up because how weird would it be if they were expecting him only to find you waiting.
You’re definitely over thinking it but you find yourself standing at the gates when their plane lands.
Chantal is the first person you see and her face lights up and she scurries over to you, pulling you in for a soft hug.
“Oh, look at you!” She gushes, taking your hands in hers and holding you at arms length. “You’re glowing.”
Glowing isn’t exactly the word you would use because as much as you tried to look nice to pick them up, you’re still seven months pregnant, sweating because of the jacket you have on and most definitely are wearing odd shoes because you can no longer see your feet and Matt wasn’t here to check for you.
But you blush nonetheless, letting Keith, Taryn, and Brady hug you before starting to walk to baggage claim.
“Thank you for picking us up.” Chantal says and you smile.
“It’s nothing,” you say, brushing it off. “You’ve done a lot for me.”
“Anything I can do to help. I know how hard it is being pregnant with your man travelling a lot.”
You want to correct her when she calls Matt your man, but you don’t want to be impolite so you just nod.
“Speaking of your man,” Brady says in a teasing voice, “what time does he get in, again?”
“Around 8.” You say, ignoring the teasing tone and changing the subject to ask Taryn how school is going. You know you’ll hear more comments about the nature of your relationship with Matt from his brother but for now, you chat with Taryn and Chantal about plans for the baby.
. . .
Matt gave you a key to his apartment when you both realized that you spent more time at his these days then you did at your own so you don’t miss the knowing looks Chantal and Keith share when you use your key to unlock Matt’s apartment. You know they can tell it’s your key and not Matt’s because he painted it your favourite colour when he gave it to you.
“So do we get a sneak peak of the nursery?” Taryn asks hopefully and you nod, gesturing for her to follow you. Matt turned one of the guest rooms in to the nursery in his apartment. You haven’t done anything with yours yet because you and Matt were starting to wonder if after the baby is born, at least for a little while, the two of you should just live together. It would certainly make things much easier.
“It’s beautiful.” Chantal says, and you can see her eyes watering a little.
“We’re going to put up letters spelling his name above the crib.”
“Oh yeah, have you guys decided on a name yet?” Keith asks, testing the sturdiness of the crib by wiggling it a little.
“No.” You mutter. “We can’t agree on anything.”
“You’ll find something you both love eventually.” Chantal reassures you. “Now, please tell me my son has food in his fridge, because I’m going to cook dinner.”
You grin, realizing that she too knows how bad Matt is at keeping his fridge stocked. Before you started spending so much time here, you would be lucky if he had eggs in the fridge.
. . .
Matt arrives home just as dinner is cooked and you get to witness what a typical Tkachuk night must look like. There’s lots of chirps thrown but you can tell how close this family is and how much they care about each other. Especially when it comes to Matt and his mom and sister. He treats them like gold and it warms your heart to see it.
After dinner, you volunteer to clean up and you’re surprised when Keith offers to help. You’ve only spoken to him a few times before today and you don’t feel as close to him as you do with Chantal so it’s quiet while the two of you clear up the dishes.
Keith breaks the silence after a couple minutes, turning to look at you.
“I know Matthew can be a handful… but don’t give up on him, okay?”
You’re surprised to hear this coming from Keith because you were truthfully expecting Taryn or Brady to say something about it. Every time you and Matthew touched or spoke to each other, you noticed the knowing looks and soft smiles from the other Tkachuk family members.
It was like they knew something that neither you nor Matthew did.
You’re not sure what exactly to say so you just nod.
“I won’t.” You promise, realizing that you truly mean it.
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warmau · 4 years
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☆ romeo and juliet 90s ver!au jaehyun  others: hendery | tw: ns*wish | *this post was commissioned
“who are you thinking about?”
the question comes from the corner of the room where the family nurse sits, nimble fingers working through the crochet fabric that sprawls out on her lap
you’re sitting on the carpeted, comfortable floor of the small apartment she rents on the property of your family’s home - its off toward the back, away from the main mansion and you find yourself here a lot
especially these days
escaping the ever chaotic scene of your own home and the thundering burdens of your heart
“why do you ask who im thinking of, i could just be thinking about the clouds.”
you fall back and stare up at the creaking old ceiling fan
it barely spins and the hot summer outside creeps in through the open windows 
“is it about that boy, that boy from the party?”
you turn to face her and see that she hasn’t looked up from her project
she’s the only one who saw you that night, such a short while ago
standing at the balcony with a pair of strong arms wrapped around you
the boy she mentions had snuck his way into the gala your mother has so insistently pestered your father into hosting
the boy and his friends were uninvited - though they blended in easily with all the other guests fashioned up in elaborate disguises
somehow through the ruckus and flurry of ever moving bodies
that boy had found you
still and silent at the top of the winding stairs
you’d been skittish - no one had ever looked at you like that before
the brown amber of his eyes followed your steps, till he had started up and after you
catching you by the waist as the elevator door chimed close behind you
the scent of the sea was on him, woven into the sunkissed locks of hair that fell over his gaze 
a curved smile spoke in poetry to you
the sound of music, the insolent beat of the crowd had made you sick and yet with one feather touch he had made it all melt away
like doves, your wings had both spread, taking you two far far far away from the loud reality
and when you felt him press close to you in the corners of the halls - you had asked him what he was called
he had only spoke of his first name, so you did not know that his last name would be the downfall of it all
had it been fate or luck that brought you two together?
you had thought about it endlessly - ever since he left you with a fleeting kiss and promise 
the memory brings that warm sensation to the skin of your lips and you pick your finger up to trace a path from your cheek to your nose then down 
just as that boys lips had traced and how you wish you could harbor the feeling again
“he is a jung, isn’t he?”
your moment of blissful remembrance turns swiftly back to the standstill that brought you into the nurses home 
a jung, he is a jung
a heir to the blasphemous house that your family had sworn to never find peace with
one of that kins blood was a monster, no better than the devil himself
he was to be enemy and yet he had turned into your destiny
you push yourself up and nod slowly
“but is that such a bad thing?”
“your mother will not be thrilled - but your cousin.”
she pauses and rests her hands in her lap
“he will kill that boy if he finds out.”
you crawl over and fold your legs under as you look up at her
you used to sit like this before her when you were a small child and she was reading prayers or telling you stories
“you won’t tell will you?”
you lean in a little and the kind nurse shakes her head, you rest your cheek against her open palm 
“i see that look in your eye, that boy - what was his name?”
“jaehyun”
a name you couldn’t describe as anything but sweeter then honey
“see - even the way you speak his name, oh i can tell darling you are in love with him already.”
a smile threatens to spread, but you try to keep it at bay 
the nurses laughs and uses her other hand to pat down your hair, soothingly whispering 
“don’t hide your happiness, for it is when you are most beautiful.”
you return home feeling lighter - your secret is safe 
though you run through the drizzle of a storm to come
but when you cross paths with your cousin through the ballroom - you see his hand twitching over the tip of his belt
“ah, our angel is home.”
his eyes follow you, voice dripping like an unkempt faucet that might blow at any moment
you spare him a smile that you’ve practiced for years and he purrs back
“you weren’t out playing with any jungs were you?”
for a second you feel something in your blood turn cold 
he didn’t see me that night, for he was too busy with my mother
“i would nev-never.”
you reprimand yourself for the fleeting stutter, but are relived to see his eyes lose the swell of suspicion
“of course you wouldn’t angel, run along.”
you are more than willing to oblige the command and try not to lose your footing as you make way through the maze of the mansion to your room
you lock the door behind you and heave your shoulders
jaehyun, i want to see you.
a shake of the silk curtains at your balcony startles you 
and the drizzle has turned to a menacing storm
jaehyun, won’t you come back. you swore it.
for a moment you stare a little longer and move across the room to close the shaking blinds
and as if the sky has heard your prayer 
he steps out from behind them before your hand can brush the silk
he is lean, a simple open shirt of blue linen and crossed swords hangs on the broad outline of his shoulders
droplets of the rain crown the darkening strands of his hair
and he says your name with the mouth you’ve missed, but just as you let your gaze wander from them you see the red stain of blood splashed across his cheek
“my love, what happened?”
you rush over and place a thumb at the base of his chin - you turn his head and examine the cut that runs below the right of his eye
“it is nothing, my bright star.”
the iron smell on his skin betrays his lie - but you are enamored in his presence that you don’t think to ask again
instead his large palm splays against your back and your own hand drops from his bruise to the dip of his neck
“i swore i would come and now i am here”
he cranes downward to kiss the skin beside your lips
“my vow has been fulfilled, will you now fulfill mine?”
his breath tickles and he laps another kiss lower 
“what is your wish - wish anything my love and you shall have it-”
your words cause a pause, that has him finding your gaze with his own again
he doesn’t speak a word - lifting your hands up to place them against the undone buttons of his shirt
you push it easily off, the wet cloth pooling around your feet
his body gleams in the hue of the candles that adorn the shelves of your room 
he rolls his shoulders back as you run a hand down the plane of his perfect skin and a strong gust of wind blows from the open balcony just as he reaches for the hem of your own
“let me shut the curtains”
you shyly pull away and turn, thankful for a second to hide from the fire that has ignited in his expression
but jaehyun wraps his arm around you again and lips speak against your nape
“my saint, my only heavens - are you afraid? my tenderness for your heart is willing to wait a thousand years and more. just speak the truth and i will restrain myself with the holiest of chains.”
the beat of your heart is wavering in your ears and his words sound as beautiful as he is
you put your hands over his and shake your head 
“i am not afraid, but if i am to give you your vow - i want to divulge in this delightful greed and ask for another promise in return.”
jaehyun turns your around in his embrace - fingers under the cloth and on your bare skin
“ask me a million promises, all of them i will never break.”
“after this night, will you swear to not give your soul to another?”
the howling rain makes another sweep through your room - but the heat of his body so close to your own makes the cold air feel like nothing but a flutter of a butterflies wing 
he looks at you and that honey light amber has turned serious
suddenly he is letting go of you and a fleeting second that feels like a decade
before he gets down on his knees and takes your hands in his again
he kisses your fingers
“after this night, i shall be yours for eternity and if i am born again - i will search for you. through all my lives. i will be yours.”
he looks up and takes one hand off to pull the silver chain from around his neck off
“here - if there is one thing i would like you to keep on tonight, do let it be this. a physical promise and one day.”
you hold your breath
“it will be a ring i give you.”
with that you drop down beside him
arms circling him and the chain falls to the floor as jaehyun’s back does as well
you tug your shirt from your body in a mess between kisses, never once wanting to leave the comfort of his arms
the soft, but exalted need of his mouth
the nurse hurries past your room at the late hour and peeks in
the balcony is still wide open, the walls damp and the candles have gone out
but spread across the bed are you and jaehyun
your hand resting on the curve of his cheek 
below the scar 
he holds you close and that silver chain hangs between the two of you
the nurse shakes her head, quietly closes the curtains and gathers your things in a neat pile by the nightstand
she doesn’t know where to put the gun 
so she rests it beside a candle that she lights
“a jung can’t be a bad thing, not when such a love can bloom from him.”
you shift in your sleep and your body pulls you closer to him
in your dreams you hear the nurse whisper
“let this union be the end of this bloody feud.”
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“What it means to be a big brother” - by Damian Wayne (Batfam x Fem!Reader)
I wanted to write a story with Damian as an older brother, and how he came to learn what it meant to…well, basically the title haha. And since quite a few of you lately asked for more Thomas, here we are. I hope you will like it :
My master list : @ella-ravenwood-archives . Links to stories where Thomas appears (for those who do not know who he is) in the author’s notes at the end of the story.
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Right there, with his new little brother in his arms, standing in front of his family...Damian didn't dare to move an inch.
There wasn't a muscle in his body that wasn't tense.
In this exact position, things were going well, so he wasn't about to move. Staying like this forever sounded more and more like a good plan.
Because if he did move…There was a chance he’d drop him.
"You don't have to be so stiff you know ?"
Tim said, amused.
He was the one that was holding the baby just a few minutes ago, and was clearly not as stressed as Damian about it. He was also the one that laid little Thomas in his brother’s arms, and therefor was the cause of the “full body lockdown” Damian was going through.
Slowly, Damian turned his head towards Tim (he couldn't move too fast, because there was a risk he'd drop the baby !) and said through gritted teeth :
"Yes I do. If I don't, I might drop him !"
The word “drop” was resonating in Damian’s head, and it was the only thing he could think about.
Drop. Drop. Drop drop drop drop.
It was starting to lose it’s meaning, and only the fact that it would be terrible if he “dropped” something stayed in the boy’s head.
But then the baby moved, and Damian looked down instinctively.
His eyes fell upon his new little brother’s face and...He felt his heart drop.
What was this feeling ? Why, all of a sudden, did he feel overwhelmed and full of...something ? An emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint.
It kinda made him want to cry.
His eyes glued to the little body in his arms, trying to understand this intense surge of emotions, he finally raised his head after a few seconds and said, a hint of disbelief in his voice :
“I’m-I’m a big brother.”
And boom. There it was.  
Up until now, you had managed to keep your cool, looking at your sons and daughter holding Thomas in turn, and beaming at him happily.
But here, that bewildered look on Damian’s face, and that smile he probably didn’t even notice he had on, was a little too much for your heart.
Damian was the one you were most worried about, when it came to meet baby Thomas. You weren’t sure how he’d react.
All along your pregnancy he was doing fine, and seemed excited about the prospect to have a new brother. But at times, when nobody was looking at him, you noticed the worried look in his eyes, and it frustrated you to no end to not be able to know for sure what your son was thinking.
You’ve always been good at deciphering the Waynes’ emotions, sometimes even better than them themselves. But in that case...You couldn’t quite put your finger on what kind of worries were assaulting your boy.
Was he afraid you’d love his little brother more ? Or that he wouldn’t be the “baby” anymore ? Maybe afraid not to be a good enough role model ? Or to simply to not find a way to bond with him ?
So many questions, and no answers. 
Maybe it was a mix of all of that. But you just couldn’t decide. And it was an immense source of stress for you.
But here, right now, as you witnessed Damian smiling widely and whispering “Im a big brother”, your own worries suddenly vanished.
You turned to your husband who was right next to you, and put your head against his chest, muffling a "awwwww" sound that you feared might put Damian on the defensive. Instinctively, Bruce wrapped his arms around you (this called for some “I know, I know they’re cute” support).
God forbid anyone would catch your little buddy being so sweet. Haha. He hated when you called him that.
Sweet.
But he truly was ? He just didn't know it yet.
You were sure no one ever told him he was "sweet".
But he had all this little attentions for you, his father or siblings. 
He might think of it as nothing, but you all noticed. You noticed all the drawings he’d left in strategic points for all of you. Or how meticulous he was in preparing pop corn or hot chocolate for movie nights. Little things, that when added, became grand. 
You noticed everything. All of you.
Most importantly, you noticed the big changes in him.
Damian was 12 now.
He came into your life two years ago and, after quite a while of him refusing this little family his father made for himself, and making life difficult for everyone…He came around. He understood.
And you never blamed him for being difficult at first, on the contrary. You were the most understanding of them all, scolding your kids or Bruce himself, when they were too unforgiving or frustrated too fast !
It was a team work, to make Damian feel like he was finally home. 
Feel like he was amongst his family. 
Like Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass were his siblings, and although you weren’t his biological mother, you saw him as your own son too.
It was a learning experience for everyone. 
Bruce did a great job at being patient, and teaching him about his own values and such. Forgiving him when he took the wrong decision, all the while still being strict. It was a balance of understanding, softness, forgiveness, and yet still putting important boundaries. Damian never really experienced any of this... 
Your kids had some practice at being older brothers, and only Tim needed an acclimating moments...But he was a fast learner. After the first initial bad meeting, they became close. Although of course, they still bickered from times to times. After all, they were little/big brothers. Everything couldn’t always be perfect. Life wasn’t like that. 
As you looked at Damian and Thomas, you wondered...Would Damian, just like his siblings, find his own way to become a big brother ? How would he proceed ? He had, after all, a lot of role model for this. But would he decide to take the same approach ?  
The future was more unknown than ever, but as you looked at your family surrounding you, and this new beaming little life that entered yours, you had quite the high hopes. 
************
"July 15th 20?? (I’m not putting an exact year cause ya know, it wouldn’t stay accurate). Thomas : three days old.
          I am starting this logbook to understand. I got the idea from Grayson, whom I think got the idea from mom ? I always see him write in that journal of his. I think when he was younger, after he lost his parents and just started to live with father and mom, she suggested to him to write his feelings down. And so he started journaling. He has a bunch of filled notebooks in his room. I saw them a few times, but I never looked. Mom says it’s his thoughts, I would never intrude (okay maybe I “intruded” once. Or twice.). 
         That’s not the point of this anyway. According to both him and mom, writing down their feelings help a lot. So I asked Grayson if he could give me a blank notebooks, since he always has some in advance. He gave me a stupid bright pink one that sparkles and light up in the dark...But oh whatever, at least like that, nobody will know it’s mine, and will open it.
         Now, what is the point of this exactly. Laying it out is suppose to help so, here goes nothing : in this logbook, I am planing to “write down my feelings” so I can understand. I’ve never felt that way before. Love is very new to me, people actually caring about me is very new, having a sort of freedom is new, being happy is new. I’ve come a long way in two years, and I still find it difficult to put words on all the things I feel. Hence, this book. 
          More precisely though, I will record in this “logbook” (not to confuse with a journal or something), my journey as a new big brother. I think it will help me, to write things down. The idea doesn’t sound as stupid as when I first heard it two years ago. On the contrary, I already feel like my brain is getting more organized about my feelings, just by writing this down. Like now, I understand that what I felt as I held Thomas for the first time was love. And a need to protect him. But it was so instant, as soon as I truly saw him, that it made me wonder...Why ? And How ? Is this what it is to be a big brother ? A sudden instinct coming out of nowhere ?
          I will implement my studies of becoming the best big brother (notes for self : competition = hard, have to work very hard), and understanding what it actually means to be one, as it’s a first for me. 
          My life now is full of “firsts”. But in this logbook, I will mostly talk about being a big brother to Thomas, because that’s the newest and most intriguing thing yet. After two years, I think I know what love is, and what it isn’t. It isn’t praising me for being the best, but encouraging me to always do my best. It isn’t training me and being proud of me when I’m perfect, but accepting my flaws unconditionally. Yes. I think I got love down. It’s in little gestures, like when father goes to the other side of town to get my favorite take away. It is in small (and sometimes big) affectionate things like calling me pet names, ruffling my hair, or making sure I am alright. Love englobes a lot of things (my feelings for Thomas being in it). It took me a while to understand it, and I think if I had a logbook to write my findings down, it would’ve been easier. 
          So here I am. Starting a new journey of discovery. But with the knowledge I already have. How my brothers and sister are with me. How my parents are with me. How my friends, are with me. What love truly is. I’m not starting this new canvas blank, but with already a large array of color. What I need now, is to make this painting my own.
*There is here a drawing of himself standing at the front of a large pirate boat, ready to start this “new journey of discovery”, with the annotation “I think Grayson would enjoy this analogy of being captain of my own boat, as in of my own destiny. He always enjoyed pirates”*
         A plan : 1. Get books on babies.                        2. Hanging out with Thomas.                       3. Observing how the others are interacting with him.                       4. There is no 4 yet. But there will be as I come along, I suppose.”
************
It all happened so fast. 
Bruce and the kids were about to go on patrol, when you started to scream at him that it was time. In a panic, you rushed to the hospital, leaving behind your children who anxiously waited for some news. 
Hours went by, and no news were given. 
Everyone slowly started to freak out, but Damian was the one who was touched the most. 
When Jason dared to tell him : “Hey buddy, no news mean good news, right ?” in an attempt to comfort him, Damian went on a rant about how this expression was idiotic and made no sense. 
No news meant a lot of things ! Like, maybe their father RECKLESS driving got them into an accident, or maybe there was complications with the babies, or they ran in any kind of troubles that prevented them to give news ! 
No news meant “no news” ! And was in no way, in Damian’s eyes, a positive thing ! 
It’s as Damian was going on and on about what could’ve gone wrong that could explain the lack of news, and starting to freak everyone out, that the phone finally rang. 
“Ah, see ? No news did mean good news.” 
Jason said ruffling his little brother’s hair. Although his apparent confidence was only a facade, because Damian’s list of “what could’ve gone wrong” really got to him too (he’d never admit it but Jason was quite the worry wart). 
But everything was fine now. He could joke, and tease his brother again. Because...
It was official, there was a new member in the family. 
Thomas Clark Wayne was born, on a sunny July day. 
************
Damian didn’t know how to feel. Or rather, didn’t know what he felt.
He knew that day was going to happen, he saw his mother’s belly grow. He touched it, and couldn’t help but share his parents happiness...but it all seemed so surreal at the time ?
Like the baby would come in a very long time ?
He wasn’t an idiot. Plus, he was already 12 now. He most definitely knew where babies came from (ew) and how they came to life (double ew). 
But even with this knowledge, he just hadn’t been able to visualize having a baby brother ? 
So when he found himself in the hospital corridors, following after his older siblings, running a little to keep up with their hurried pace, he wasn’t really sure what to feel.
What would he find in that room ?
Probably his mom and father, smiling at him, and holding a baby in their arms...
It was weird. Because Damian had always been the “baby” of the family. Was this spot now his brother’s ? How did that make him feel ?  What was his place now, then ?
He didn’t know. He didn’t know !
Did he still have a place ? How was he suppose to know what it was ? 
So many thoughts were rushing through his head, he didn’t have time to process any of them that they already were in the room. 
The first thing Damian saw wasn’t the newborn, as his brothers gathered quickly around his mom and father while he stayed a bit behind with Cass (who rolled her eyes a lot, whispering : “boys” every two seconds). 
No. The first thing Damian saw was his father. His smiling father. 
Given the looks his older brothers gave in his direction, Damian gathered that Thomas was in their fathers’ arms. And Bruce was smiling so widely. 
It was pretty rare, to see him smile. It only happened when he was with his family. You made him smile a lot, even more so when you both thought nobody was looking at you. 
Damian thought that it was the first time he saw this specific smile of his father. 
Thomas’ existence had created a new awe induced smile... 
Bruce was looking down at his tiny son in his arms, and was just smiling widely and...sort of like a child ? 
Like even when he smiled to his wife, or to his kids. Those actual genuine smile he gave them, not the fake "Brucie Wayne" persona ones. They were always very him ? They always had his past in it. When he smiled at them, they could see they meant a lot, because he was able to smile even through all his pain. And they were the one that brought his happiness forth. 
Bruce’s smiles to his family were grateful, full of pure joy, and recognition. With a hint of sadness, however. Of traumas he could never forget. 
But here, as he held Thomas, it was like he forgot everything, and was carefree for the first time since he was eight. 
Of course, it only appeared like that to Damian because he wasn’t quite sure yet about how he should feel. Happy, or jealous ? He never noticed the many times his father gave him that exact pure child like happiness and awe too. 
Bruce wasn’t always the best at showing his feelings, a lot of time, he would smile softly, full of love, in the way he was right now, only when he was sure no one was looking. 
He most definitely smiled that way to all his children, they just never had the chance to witness it due to Bruce’s own self-consciousness, and not being sure  how to handle his own feelings at times.
In that way, Damian and his father were very much alike. You often said so. They sometimes had great trouble expressing themselves. 
Which could cause great misunderstanding, like right now. 
As Damian witnessed his father smile this way for the first time ever, and wondered...
Wondered if..If Talia gave him to Bruce as a baby, would he have smiled the same way ? 
…Probably not.
It made Damian feel all sort of things, to realize that. 
Strangely, the emotions he felt weren’t negative. On the contrary, he was glad that his little brother was lucky enough to be born into this family he thought amazing, and would grow up immediately loved and never alone. 
Sure, Damian wished it would’ve been the case for him too. But you told him once that the past was the past, and it did no good to dwell on it (he was pretty sure you misquoted Dumbledore from Harry Potter but never said anything), and it really stuck with him. 
He would never be a baby anymore, hurting himself and his feelings thinking about what could’ve been was useless. It would only bring him misery. While thinking...Thinking about his new brother having this chance...Well, it made him very happy. 
He was glad, times were changing. 
“Do you want to hold him ?” 
You asked him, taking him out of his reveries about how he realized he only had positive feelings about this new life coming into his. 
Good feelings yet, but not enough to dare hold him. Panicked, he took a few steps back and said : 
“No ! No no, I’m good !” 
You tried to hide your disappointment, and instead gave the boy to your oldest son, Dick. You kinda wished Damian would’ve accepted to take Thomas into his arms. After all, his reaction was the one that worried you the most... 
************
It’s only as he witnessed all his sibling holding their new brother, and beaming brightly at him, that he felt like he wanted to do that too. 
He felt like he was missing out, because they all seemed to thoroughly enjoy holding Thomas ! And he felt like he was building unnecessary boundaries between him and his new baby brother. 
What if Thomas thought he didn’t want to be his brother ? 
Of course, right now, being only a few hours old, Thomas couldn’t think about that yet. But Damian read somewhere that infants could feel this sort of things. And so he turned to Tim, who was the one holding the baby boy at the moment, and said : 
“Can I-...Can I ?” 
Of course, Tim understood, and did not hesitate to put his little brother in his other little brother’s arms. He explained quickly to Damian how to hold him, making sure Thomas’ head was all good, and let go (later, he’d admit that he watched YouTube video to know the proper way to hold a baby). 
And the rest was history. 
“I’m-I’m a big brother.” 
************
“Friday, October 16th 20??,  Thomas : 4 months old. 
       I found books about babies. Many of them. 36 to be exact. They were in the library, I suspect father bought them to read up on how to take care of a baby. After all, he never had one, since we all arrived around 8/10. 
       I put in practice what I got from them, and was very successful doing so. Thanks to them, I was able to refine my studies on what it truly means to be a big brother. 
(...)” 
“Damian ?” 
Bruce was looking for you, and guessed you were in your office, which, just like the bedroom you shared with him, was right next to the nursery. Of course. 
He knew you must’ve been there at this time of the day because it was your “writing time”, but also Thomas’ “nap time”. In your office, you could make sure to be there for him quickly. 
Bruce had just come home and as usual, looked for you immediately. He had a tough day at Wayne Enterprise, and you always were his respite. 
But as he walked in front of Thomas’ room (where he was planning on going after seeing you), he was stopped in his track by the door being open, and quite an odd vision. 
Damian was standing next to his brother’s crib, an arm reaching out in it. As Bruce, intrigued, approached them, he noticed that one of Thomas’ tiny hand was wrapped around one of Damian’s finger. 
Before he could ask what was happening, his boy whispered, as to not wake his little brother up : 
“I read somewhere that babies need physical contact so their brain can develop well. A baby that nobody ever touches just doesn’t speak much, and isn’t as advanced as one who received affection. So I’m holding his hand.” 
Bruce’s brain went blank, as he looked at the extremely cute scene of his youngest son sleeping peacefully, holding his older brother’s hand. It was too much for his heart, trying to not sound choked up, he asked : 
“How long have you been here ?” 
Damian looked up, thinking, before he answered : 
“A couple of hours ?” 
“A couple of-That long ?!” 
“Ssssshhh. Father !” 
Damian whispered scolding his dad for his loudness. He gave a worried look to Thomas, afraid he woke up, and then turned to his father again saying : 
“I heard him cry, and recognized it as being his lonely cry. So I came. Mother fell asleep on her desk, I think she was just too tired to even realize he was crying. I know neither of you have been sleeping very well lately, so no one can blame her. You two work tough jobs, then do the vigilante thing, and have to take care of a baby who doesn’t sleep through the night yet. It’s understandable, to feel very sleepy. So I came.” 
Bruce felt it through his entire body. This warm, fuzzy feeling. The same one that he forgot for so many years, until you and Dick came into his life. 
“How did you hear him ?” 
“I rigged his baby phone to my phone, so it would give me alerts if he cries. Tim helped me develop a sort of app for that.” 
This specific feeling he only felt when looking at you or his children. A sort of serenity filling his entire body. Peace.
“I rocked him a little bit. He smiled at me a lot, and cooed too. And then he felt back asleep, but as soon as I put him in the crib he cried again. I figured he didn’t wanna be alone, so I stayed and held his hand, and he eventually fell back asleep. Now I’m too afraid to wake him up if I leave, so I’m here.” 
“So you’re here...” 
Pride was in Bruce’s heart now. A beaming, strong, huge pride. Pride of having such a sweet little boy. Ah. Who would’ve thought, over two years ago, that Damian Wayne would stay two hours near a baby in fear that if he left, he would wake him up ? 
Feeling inspired, Bruce bend down and kissed Damian’s forehead affectionately. This took the boy by surprised, and he literally gasped ! 
It made Bruce feel a little guilty. His sometimes odd way of loving made it so that he reserved those forehead kisses only when his kids felt bad, or when he through they were asleep (though they never were). Moments of distress; or moment he was sure they wouldn’t notice. 
Sometimes, Bruce just wasn’t too sure how to react with his children. Except on definite moments, like them needing him, or them being too cute for him to resist a forehead kiss (they were always adorable, sleeping). 
Or, in this instance, his boy doing something so sweet he felt the urge to kiss him with all the love and affection he had. 
Now though, a little embarrassed, he took a step back, and ruffled his son’s hair again, saying : 
“You’re a good brother.” 
And then he left awkwardly, going to your office so he could pick you up and go take a nap with you in your room. Yes. This surge of emotion he felt, as he saw his two youngest children together, definitely called for a nap in your arms. You always had a knack, to calm him, even unconsciously... 
Damian stayed in Thomas’ room, a huge smile plastered on his face. 
His father just said he was a good brother !
“(...) Continuation of the previous entry (October 16th).      I put in practice what I got from them, and was very successful doing so. Thanks to them, I was able to refine my studies on what it truly means to be a big brother.
      Now, after four months of studying Thomas’ behavior and such, I came to realize that he has different kind of cry. They are as proceeded :  1. High pitch continuous noise = he’s hungry.  2. When he makes a series of loud “heh” = he’s too cold, or hot, or wet. It’s his sign to express a discomfort. Usually means dirty diaper, if no dirty diaper, means something else and then you have to look for what is bothering him. Example : Yesterday, the bird outside his window chirping was annoying him and keeping him from sleeping soundly. 3. Loud screams punctuated by pauses = He’s lonely. The pauses are him listening in to see if someone is coming to get him.  4. Almost silent cries, when it’s so loud it becomes quiet = he didn’t burp properly after eating and desperately need too. A few light tap on his back will make him feel better very quickly.  5. When he whimpers, it’s usually because he has gaz. Putting him a little straighter helps him...evacuate.
        I put this directly in practice today, when I realized he was doing his “lonely cry”. I went to his rescue, and I didn’t mind staying hours with him even though he’s still a little baby and doesn’t do much. He smiled at me a lot, I think he recognized my voice. And my singing (note for self : make sure no one is around when such occurrence happen, almost got caught by father today). Then it felt like he didn’t want to let me go, so I stayed. 
      Is that what it is, to be a big brother ? Being needed ? If it is, it actually feels nice. It would certainly explain all the time Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass came to my own rescue. Wether help for my homework or to comfort me. But, I do that too, as a little brother ? I comforted them too many times. And I witnessed Jason, Tim or Cass comforting Dick and vice versa and in all ways. So, this means it’s a sibling thing, not quite a big brother thing. Need to keep studying to know what “big brother” is exactly.” 
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"Saturday, December 9th 20??. Thomas’ first Christmas/6 month old.
     I started to build his gift. I think he will like it. I-” 
“What are you doing, Damian ?” 
You asked him, walking towards him as he busied himself at the gadget station in the Batcave. You saw him jump in the air slightly, and put away a bright pink notebook quickly. 
And then he saw you had Thomas in your arms, and when Damian saw him, he hid whatever he was doing as fast as he could. 
“Mom, you’re gonna spoil the surprise !! Get Thomas away !” 
Surprised, and without thinking about it, you went to your husband who was typing away on the computer and put the baby in his arms. 
Bruce was about to grumble that he was busy and brush the both of you away (he could be a jerk sometimes), but you didn’t gave him a chance, shoving your son in his arms. And when he looked, annoyed, at his baby and how the little one seemed the happiest of them all as he just recognized his father. Bruce’s mood lifted all of a sudden. 
He smiled softly, realized he was being an asshole and was going to apologize to you but you were already gone back to Damian. Your husband and baby son exchanged a curious look, before Thomas got very interested in his father “Bat” logo and started to try to grab it, while Bruce smiled softly again and, holding his son in one arm, continued his work. 
Balancing family and night activities had been hard for him to get and do, but he had it covered, nowadays. Well. Almost. 
Meanwhile, you were back next to Damian, and with a sigh of relief, your son uncovered his project. 
It did all kind of things to your heart... 
“Damian, is that-” 
You couldn’t finish your sentence, too touched. Your son, proudly, said : 
“It’s a mobile to go above his bed ! I think he doesn’t like the one he currently has. So I’m making him one with things he’ll like ! See mom, that’s you. Do you recognize yourself ?”
Damian seemed worried about this, and you nodded. It definitely looked like you. So. Your son wasn’t just good at drawing, but also at sculpting... 
“It’s for Christmas.” 
He said, smile wide. And as you grabbed him and crushed him against your chest, he got a little confused... 
"Saturday, December 25th 20??. Thomas’ first Christmas/6 month old.
*There’s here a drawing of Thomas beaming at his mobile above his bed that Damian build for him*
       I knew my present would be Thomas’ favorite. After all, it represents everything he likes. I put everyone from our family (Father, mom, Alfred, Dick, Tim, Cass, Jason, and of course, me), and a few of his favorite animals (I used Ace and Titus for the dogs, Tommy is very fond of them). And it makes music, which he seems to enjoy a lot. Especially when our mom, dad or anyone from the family sings to him. I recorded all of them secretly when they sang to him, and made it so he just has to push a button on the side of his crib to turn the mobile on.
       I wasn’t even worried that he wouldn’t understand how to make it work. He’s only six months old, but he’s already very smart and curious (I think the physical contact  we all gave him is a lot to “blame” for). So when I put the mobile above his bed, and pushed the button to start the voice of our mother, he moved his little arms and legs excitedly and smiled at the mobile widely ! I only had to push the button a few times more, and for our father, Dick, and Jason’s voice to be on for him to notice the button, and to push it himself. Or rather, to kick it or throw himself on it as best he could. He is still not that coordinate when it comes to movements. But he’s smart. He understood that, to have the music, he had to push the button.
         He didn’t pay attention to all his other gifts, but mine he loved. It’s because I made it with everything he likes. So of course, he loves it. Is that what it is, to be a big brother ? To know your little sibling and be the best at giving him a gift ? No. That doesn’t sound right. Tim, or Jason, already gave me absolutely useless terrible gift, and yet it still made me happy to receive them, and that they thought about me. Mmm. The researches are still on.”
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“Thursday, March 7th 20??. Thomas : One year and a half.
      Father and mom entrusted me with babysitting Thomas today, as everyone was busy. I was very happy to be trusted with such responsibilities. I thought it would be easy, at that age, they're easily manipulated. Well...I was wrong"
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“NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOO.” 
Thomas was screaming, while Damian was trying to be heard : 
“Thomas, listen, you need to put your pants on or-”
“NOOOOO !! NO DAMDAM NOOOOO !!”
“No”, was one of the first word Thomas pronounced. Right after “mama” and “dada” (the jury was still out on which words he said first, and was source of endless bickering between you and your husband). 
Then he started to try and pronounce his siblings’ name, although he wasn’t quite there yet. Damian being the youngest and still at home (Dick and Jason had their own apartment by now, and Cass and Tim were starting to be very busy with college), he was able to sort of say his name first. 
“Damdam”. Close enough. 
But right now, Damdam really wasn’t having a good time. 
It started rather smoothly. Thomas was a pretty calm child, so Damian (wrongly) thought it would be all good all day.
Only, it was the first time he was taking care of his brothers for so long. A couple of hours there and there. He made sure to be with him at least once a day, for at least two hours. Most of the time, it was more. 
They really started to be very close, sometimes, Thomas would choose Damian over you or Bruce...it vexed the both of you, but you had to put yourself in the shoes of your young son. 
Damian only had the good times with him. Playtime, and bed time stories, and such. While you and Bruce had to be strict with him sometimes, and give him boundaries (like no jumping on his bed, or no pulling the dogs’ tails). 
Bruce once mentioned that Thomas most certainly inherited your petty side, given the fact he always went to Damian when you scolded him. But when you smacked him on the head, vexed, he said he was joking (although we all know he wasn’t). 
In any way, Damian, in that year and a half, only had the good times with his brother. And today, as he had to take care of him all day long, he realized that...it wasn’t always that easy. 
Proof : the morning had gone well, but now, it was over, and it was time to put some close on. Problem : Thomas didn’t seem very keen on putting pants, today. 
It started slowly, as if it was a game. 
Thomas ran around the room, laughing, repeating : “no ‘an’ !” (which probably meant “no pants”). Up until Damian tried to take his father’s strict tone and said : 
“Ok Thomas, enough now, you need to put your pants on.” 
Well. That didn’t play well in Thomas’ book. Frowning, he said : 
“No.” 
“Yes, Tommy. It’s day time, you need to put pants on.” 
“No.” 
“Yes. Come on, I’ll help you.” 
“NO !” 
Thomas ran away from Damian’s grasp, and your son was so surprised that he wasn’t able to catch him right away. He caught up to him though as Thomas was climbing a couch, sure that he’d be out of reach at its top (probably not understanding that Damian wasn’t as small as him...). 
Once on the top of it, he sad down and put his hands in front of his eyes, clearly thinking he was hidden, now. 
“I can see you Thomas.”
“No.” 
“Stop saying no, I can see you.” 
“No.” 
“Come on Thomas, I’m not playing anymore, I can see you, and you need to put some pants on.” 
“Noooooooooooooooo.” 
“Tho-” 
“NooOOooOOoOOoOOoOoo noooooooo.” 
“Thoma-”
“NoooOOoOOoo no no no no no no no !!!!” 
Damian realized trying to talk it out wouldn’t work. His brother was probably too young to be reasoned with. Quickly,he scratched his head to find a solution. 
Maybe making him laugh again ? Like Dick did with him at first. 
It felt like such a long time ago, but there was a time when Damian was a really big brat. He still was, sometimes, he wasn’t perfect of course. But he improved a lot. 
Regardless, one of the way Dick would make him stop being bratty, was making absolutely awful jokes and trying to make him laugh by doing stupid things. Ok. Here we go then : 
“Hey hey Thomas look, look !” 
“No no no no...No ?” 
Ok. Good point. Thomas was now watching Damian doing backflips and running around. Beaming, the little boy smiled widely and clapped his hands. 
YES ! Damian most definitely won. He stopped doing his acrobatics and turned to his little brother, saying : 
“Ok, time for pants now.” 
But Thomas frowned again, as if vexed he fell for the show, and gave Damian a definitive : 
“No.” 
Well. That was a fail. What did Jason do again, to stop one of Damian’s own tantrum ? Oh. Right. Um. That probably wouldn’t be a good method with such a young kid. Skipping that one. 
Tim ? Tim would talk to him about his favorite things. Video games, or whatever. And blackmailing him a lot (as a good big brother). Damian wasn’t too into blackmailing, but he was kinda running out of ideas. 
This was the first time Thomas was being difficult with him, it was too new, he needed more data to know exactly how to react ! 
So, blackmail it would be. 
“If you put your pants on, we’ll watch your favorite movie !” 
This seemed to peak Thomas’ interest. He looked at the Tv, then at his pants. Then at the TV again and...oh...Ooooh...Damn it ! Damian could see he almost got him. But it didn’t work, his brother shook his head “no” so strongly he almost fell of the couch. 
Ok. What were the options left ? What did Cass do ? Mmm. She would hug him and tell him things would be alright. Which worked for him, given his past, but Thomas was a little over one and had a normal happy childhood so far ! 
They couldn’t relate to their past, like Cass and him did. 
Ok. What would his mom do ? Well, with his mom, Damian had the intimate feeling that Thomas would’ve put on his pants without a word. He knew she wasn’t joking around. He’d never pull this sort of things with her. 
He would though, pull that with his father. And what would Bruce do ? Either let it go, or, if he was in a bad mood, be very strict and force him to put his pants on. Nobody said his father was perfect...His mother, neither. She could be implacable in her way of educating her son. 
Thomas was a calm boy, and was of course allowed to have tantrums. Their mother was mostly understanding. But if she was tired, she’d be less patient...It wasn’t always easy, raising kids. And the gods knew the Waynes had a LOT on their plates, at times.
MMm. Damian didn’t want to force him to do anything, or to lose his patience. 
And then it hit him. The solution was right in front of his eyes. Of course. It was so simple ! 
"(...) Continuation of last entry (March 7th) 
         New observation after today’s babysitting : toddlers sometimes focus on one thing so much they don't know how to react, and therefor, explodes with feelings 
        I found that my siblings tricks to calm me down would not work on Thomas, because he isn’t me. We don’t have the same personality, or background. I never even noticed before, how Dick, for example, used different methods to comfort all of us. Adaptability is key. Like how father gives us all different trainings, according to our own needs. Little brothers are the same. When mad, they need to be calmed in different ways. Thomas is such a calm kid and has so few tantrum, I feel comfortable doing what I did. 
       Which brings me to my next point. Being an older brother sometimes mean being the bigger person. Giving up, and letting them do what they want. I never realized how many things Tim, Dick, Jason or Cass gave up for me. But it now becomes very apparent to me. They switched things around in their lives to be convenient for me. Like, Tim used to love playing video games on his own, yet he let me come and play with him even as he doesn’t like multiplayer modes. Jason is afraid of snakes yet took me to Gotham terrarium where there’s one of the largest concentration of snakes in the US when I asked him. Dick gave up on ever taking many hoodies I stole from him back. Etc etc. 
         Being a big brother means being the bigger person sometimes, and letting the small one have their ways. Dick, Jason, Cass and Tim did it all the time with me, and it’s my turn to do it with Thomas. Unlike our parents, I don’t need to be the “police officer” of the house. I can have only the good times, and when appropriate, just let go. 
       Today was the first tantrum I witnessed Thomas having, and I decided to let it go. After than, it went all smooth. And honestly, he’s just a bit over one. It’s ok, if he doesn’t wear pants...” 
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Their parents found them both asleep in front of Thomas’ favorite movie. 
They were still both in their pyjamas. 
“No pants” day became a thing, for the two brothers. 
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“Wednesday, April 19th 20??. Thomas : 3 years old.
        Today, I learned a new lesson. I kind of already knew it before, by observing Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass. But it only became obvious to me today :  A big brother is here to help his little sibling walk his own path. And discover the world.” 
Damian was looking at his baby brother toughtfully. Mmm. Seemed like the kid liked animals too. Maybe they could bond further over this ?
Your boy remembered that that's how his own siblings handled him. They found common ground on which they could understand each others.
With Dick, Damian learned how to perfect his flips and other acrobatics. They enjoyed the creativity and yet physical training of this “game”. 
With Jason, he used to spew all his frustration at him, and Jason would nod and say things like : “that’s right little bird, you tell ‘em !” and just agree with him on everything, even when he was wrong. They could particularly agree on how sometimes, Bruce could be a jerk...And yet wouldn’t wish for any other father. 
With Cass, they’d do artistic things. Drawing, or dancing. Sometimes sitting in silence for hours, back to back, while they painted. It was nice. Relaxing. 
With Tim...Well, Tim was a big advocate of this definition of sibling, that he made up himself : “The only people who will pick on you for their own entertainment, and beat up anyone else who tries.” So they’d bicker a lot, but then if anyone else was trying to rile Damian up, Tim would appear out of nowhere to give them a piece of his mind.
Yes. Yes. As Damian was observing little Thomas hug and smile at his stuffed animals, and thought that this could be quite the approach. 
After all, he really loved animals too.
"'Ook Damdam, ook ! SIMBA !"
Damian had become an expert in his brother's baby talk, and knew this meant : "Look Damian, Look ! A lion"
"No Thomas, not a Simba, a lion. Not all lions are called Simba, just like in the film."
Patience was key. Damian was pretty sure he already told Thomas that exact same thing a hundred time, but for some reasons, the boy stayed stuck on his Disney knowledge. 
But today, something different happened. Things clicked in the boy’s head.
Thomas looked at his stuffed animal for a while, and then asked : 
"…Nala ? Girl ?"
"…Wether it's a boy or a girl, their names aren't simba or nala, they're lions. And lionness. Simba and Nala are characters in a movie."
The boy looked at his  brother, confused, then looked back at his plushy lion and asked, to make sure :
"…Not Simba ?"
"Lion."
"…'ion ?"
"Yes."
"That, not Nemo ?"
OH ! They were making progress ! So far, Thomas didn’t really listen to Damian when he tried to teach him animal names, and just gave them names of Disney characters ! 
Now, he was pointing at his stuffed clown fish, asking wether he was a “Nemo” or not ! PROGRESS ! 
Damian smiled internally. Thinking it was cute, you and Bruce never did much to correct your son, which Damian found frustrating. But here they were, him finally gaining grounds !
“Right, not Nemo. Clown fish.” 
“On fish.”
“Clown. CL-OWN”.
“O-N.” 
“K-K. LL. AON. Repeat after me Thomas, Clown.” 
“...Cl...cl...clnown ?” 
“Clown.” 
“CLOWN !” 
“YES !”
“CLOWN FISH !” 
Thomas said proudly, showing his plushy. And Damian felt a rush of pride.Yes. That was it. Clown fish. He learned a new thing. And...And he probably wouldn’t have learned it yet if it wasn’t for him ? 
Oh. So a big brother also kinda had the role of a teacher. Interesting. 
And as Thomas ran to his father and screamed “CLOWN FISH” at him, Damian couldn’t help but being proud of him. Even though their father was clearly confused, as the little boy now was running to Alfred to show him he knew what a clown fish was, and didn't give further explanations to Bruce. 
“Clown fish ?”
The big scary bat repeated, utterly confused. By a three years old. What was it again ? Best detective in the world ?
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“GWAYSON !” 
“No Thomas, no, I’m Dick, not Grayson !” 
“...Dick ?” 
“Yes ! Damian, stop teaching him that my name is Grayson ! Ugh. I swear, he hangs out wayyyyy too much with you. I need to spend more time here...” 
Damian grinned slyly, and Dick rolled his eyes. Thomas was growing up fast, and it made sense that he sometimes seemed closer to Damian, whom he saw the most. 
Dick and Jason had their own place, and both Cass and Tim were busy with college. Damian was still in high school, and a lot home. 
Although they weren’t seeing each others as much as he wished, the youngest Wayne and the oldest one still were extremely close. 
In fact, Thomas was very close to all his siblings. They almost were all like second (or third, or fourth) father, and mother. They were so much older than him, of course they’d have this sort of status at time. 
Their parents would take a lot care of him, and he was also very much a “daddy’s and momma’s boy” (like all his siblings really, though they’d never admit it). 
But Thomas did spend a lot of time with Damian, and wether it was on purpose or not, he took a lot after his mannerism and such...just like Damian used to copy his older sibling mannerism, and so on and so forth. 
“Gwayson” though, he could avoid. 
Dick rolled his eyes again, and smirked at Damian, before returning to play with Thomas. 
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“Thursday, July 23rd 20??, Thomas : 4 years old. 
       Today, father and mom told me I was to take a night off and not to go on patrol. And that was a very big inconvenience. I had things planned, to prove my valor. I was about to sneak out anyway when (...)” 
Damian, his costume on, made sure his parents were busy before starting to come in action. 
First, he had to wait for his father to go on patrol, and join his other siblings out. And for his mom to get in front of the Batcomputer to monitor everything. 
Then, he had to wait for Alfred to put Thomas to bed, and to go himself sleep, the baby phone near him, just in case, even though Thomas was already 4 now and had full nights. The butler would never just leave him like that, even if his room wasn’t too far. 
Finally, he'd just have to sneak out by...
“DAMDAM !” 
Damian jumped in the air, surprised, and turned around. 
His little brother was right there, in front of him, smiling widely. 
“Thomas ? How did you get here ?” 
“I jumped out of bed, and walked.” 
Thomas said the most natural way ever, as if it was obvious how he got there, while it was almost 1 am and was supposed to be in bed. 
“It’s way past your bed time buddy.” 
“I can’t sleep. Mama and daddy awe not hewe. Cassie and Tim either. Alfwed is sleeping !” 
“Well you should be sleeping too !”
“But I can’t ! I just told you !” 
There was a short silence between the two, and...Oh. Oh he dared. 
Thomas was giving his older brother his world famous “puppy eyes” (a method he directly stole from Damian, of course). And as usual, it worked. 
Damian took his mask off, sighed and said : 
“You want a bed time story ?”
“YES !” 
And without invitation, the boy jumped on his brother’s bed, slipped under the covers, and waited patiently for Damian to go fetch the book they were currently reading. 
“(...) Continuing last entry, (July 23rd)
       And then Thomas fell asleep in my lap, and I realized something. I guess it was good, to have a night off. If I went out, I would’ve never made this important discovery : Tonight, I have learned that to be with the ones I love is enough. And that I do not need to chase after anything else to be happy. 
     It’s a discovery I thought I made long ago, but as I felt more big brother than ever after reading him a story, it truly hit me. Being me, and being with them...It’s enough. I don’t need to have more. And maybe, maybe being a big brother means to simply be there when you feel lonely ? Like Thomas, tonight, as our parents were away, and none of our other siblings were there. Like me too, when I had nightmares and went to hide in Cass, Dick, Jason, or Tim’s bed...whoever was available when mom and dad weren’t. 
       Mom and dad. They do their best. And their best makes them the best parents anyone could wish for. But they have a lot to do, wether in the day or at night. So sometimes, it comes to me. Or to my older siblings, to take care of each others. To take care of Thomas. We have to be there for each others, always. Being a big brother means taking the time to be there. Simple.”
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“Look Damian, it’s a freakin’ elephant !!”
“Um, what did you say ?”
“It’s a freakin’ elephant !!”
Damian looked around at the disapproving looks he got, and couldn’t care less. Of course, he wasn’t particularly thrilled about his little brother using “freaking” but oh well. It was to be expected, when everyone around him used it (and in some cased *cough* Jason and you *cough* used even worst). 
But as Damian came towards his little brother, he realized something. Something that made him burst out laughing. 
Thomas was starting to read on his own now. 
It was exciting, to witness Thomas’ progress as he slowly but surely learned how to read. And it felt so nice, to participate in said progress. To be there every steps of the way. 
Damian shared the pride Thomas felt whenever he showed his parents how well he’d gotten at reading.
And it was so nice, to see his mom and dad congratulates both of them…Thom because he really started to read well, and Damian for helping him out.
Far were the frustrating days when Thomas was a stubborn toddler that refused to call animals by their “actual names”. 
Damian spend many hours trying to explain to his younger brother that no, mice weren’t called “Mickey” and elephants “Dumbo” ! 
Nowadays, the little boy knew what the animals’ name actually were. Which didn’t mean no incident ever happened…Like today.
It was Thomas’ sixth birthday and he asked to go to the zoo (Damian definitely had an impact on that boy).
“Look Damdam, it’s a freakin’ elephant !!”
The boy said excitedly, pulling his brother’s sleeve and pointing at the elephant’s massive enclosure. Damian shook his head, slightly shocked. 
Not because his brother just called him “Damdam” (it was the nickname Thomas gave him long ago, when he couldn’t pronounce things quite right, and it just stuck), but because Thomas’ words were very much unlike him. 
Their parents were a bit further, being disgustingly cute together, holding hands and all, and trusting Damian to keep an eye on Thomas (they knew he’d never let that kid out of his sight, plus Damian was almost an adult, now, he was responsible…sometimes).
“What did you say, Thomas ?”
“It’s a freakin’ elephant !”
The boy seemed so proud of himself. Damian knew elephants were some of his brother’s favorite animal, but he just couldn’t get over the fact that his precious little brother just used the word “freaking”, even if it really wasn’t a bad one. 
That’s when Damian noticed it. The plaque giving informations about which kind of elephant it was. …His laughter resonated in the entire zoo. Both you and Bruce went to see what happened, and were face by a son shaking with laughter, and another little one that seemed very confused. When you asked what happened, Damian barely manage to say, pointing at the enclosure next to you :
“It’s a freakin’ elephant !”
And there, there came the laughter. 
Yes. Yes it was an “freakin’ elephant”…Or, for those who weren’t as new at reading as Thomas was, an “African elephant. 
Damian later shared what just happened with his older siblings, and they in turn gave him many occurrences of him being naive or such sometimes. 
Like that time Jason made him believe that the hays in fields covered with white plastics were marshmallows’ fields...But instead of being vexed, Damian laughed with them. 
Because that was what being a little sibling meant. And being the older one meant to see the evolution the small one went through, witness it all, and help out. Be there. 
Finally. Finally Damian felt like he truly understood, what it was to be a big brother ? 
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“Saturday, July 12th 20??, Thomas : 6 years old. 
          It took me six years, but I think I know now. After countless study and experiment. After spending hours and hours with Thomas. I think I know what it means to be a big brother. 
         First I had to understand what being a sibling meant. And that was easy. I had good model. Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass. They’re the best older siblings you can wish for (after me, of course). They helped me understand so much...Thanks to them, I finally got what it was, to be a sibling. And here it is : 
        Being siblings means our bond is stronger than any outside force, and we always have someone to lean on. It means late night pillow talks, awkward phone conversations, and insane laughter. It means calling each others over for no reason other than to sit in silence or talk for hours about nothing. One minute I'll be talking to one of my brother about Harry Potter, and the next I'll be talking to my sister about the newest music we're listening to. 
        But being an older brother...Being an older brother goes beyond just that. When you’re the youngest, sure you’re there for them, and you help out. But most of the time, you’re the one being helped, and having the most support. While still having fun ? 
        Being an older brother, it's keeping that balance between letting out my inner child (which I didn’t even know I had for the longest time, and was let out thanks to my older siblings at first) but still looking out for my little brother.
       Basically, it means having a free therapist and the greatest confidante you could ask for. I went to my older brothers and sister many times, in time of need. And Thomas comes to me often, too. When it’s things we can’t tell our parents, you know ? 
        Being an older brother means being there for your little one through thick and thin. There were many times I had to stand up for Thomas even when it was difficult, whether it was to our parents or someone else. And there were even more times when Dick, Jason, Tim or Cass stood up for me. 
        But it also means being a little strict at times. I came to realize that when Dick told me to do something, or Tim, or any of them...It came more from the fact they wanted me to not get into trouble than anything else, and that...That I realized with Thomas. Sometimes, you have to tell your little sibling what to do. But some other times, it’s totally ok to let go. 
        Being a big brother means loving and supporting your little sibling no matter who or what they choose to be or do. That’s what my brothers and sister showed me, and my parents too. And that’s what I discovered with my own little brother. So what if we didn’t have all the same interest ?
        Being a big brother means celebrating individuality and being proud of the fact that your little brother/sister is a part of your family. I’m glad we’re all different, with my siblings. And I’ll never make Thomas feel bad for that. It’s good, that he’s the calmest out of all of us, and had a different kind of life.
        Maybe being an older brother means that occasionally, I take advantage of the fact I can tell Thomas what to do (and how easily he listens to me), but...I am his biggest fan. If he falls, I will always pick him back up (right after finishing laughing, like Jason would say). 
        Yes. It took me six years, but I think I finally know what being a big brother means. I’m glad, because this is the last page of this logbook. 
        One day, I think I’ll give it to you, Thomas. Just in case. If you’re going through a tough time, or you’re not sure of who you really are. To remind yourself I went through the same thing. 
        To remind yourself I had to write, for six years, certain important interactions I had with you so I would understand a simple concept such as “being a big brother”.
        And that Dick did too. It wasn’t easy for him to go from a circus life with his parents to Wayne Manor with mom and dad, who were both rather young at the time, and inexperienced. 
         Jason came from the street, rejected by everyone. Do you think it was easy for him to acclimate to a life where he could finally be at peace ? Nope. And then, when he died and came back ? Ask him, and you’ll know. 
         Cass came a long way. Now, she speaks a lot, especially to you. But she used to be “mute”. And had a hard life. You should ask her, sometimes. 
         Tim struggled with being ignored all his life, and then he came in and suddenly had siblings, and “real” parents. Then I came along and fucked things up a bit (don’t swear)...but he came through, understanding what a big brother was supposed to be. 
         We all came through. Mainly because we had each others. So please Thomas, if you ever feel down, just come to me. Or to them. To us. We’re your older siblings, and that what it means. 
          I’m here for you. We’re here for you. Forever.”
The end 
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So, y’all know I was very nervous about posting this. I hope it wasn’t a total fail and you enjoyed reading it ? Thank you for reading, and as usual, if you liked it and all, comments and reblogs are always more than welcomed :). Here we go. See you next time with another story. Now, I’m going to go hide in a whole out of fear that you guys will hate this and how different it might be from other stories (as it’s mainly Damian/Thomas centric). 
For those who do not know who Thomas is and are curious, here are the stories from my main Batmom timeline in which he appears : The Great Mall adventure, Master of Diaper, Shaky steps and bad teaching, Polichinelle, “Go away, you’re confusing my baby”, How do you make babies ?, Wild Child 2, “We want them back” and After Batmom’s death
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In the Heart Of the Wolf (WWE College au)
AN- This is my first attempt at a College AU. I hope you like it.
Chapter 1
Ashers POV
'Make a U turn as soon as possible.'
I groan as I look for somewhere to turn around. Forty god forsaken hours in all in the car, and I really needed to get out and stretch my legs. I probably should have sooner, but I wanted to get here as soon as I could.
'Turn left in 400 feet.'
As I turn I finally see the sign for the college. I saw signs directing cars in where to go, and thankfully there's not a lot of people here as only Freshman have to be here today. As I drove I looked around and saw it was a pretty nice campus, not that I knew what any of the buildings were for. I saw a parking lot where lots of other people were, so I took that was where I was supposed to be. I circled the parking lot about 3 times before finding a place to park. Once I did I climbed out of my car, practically falling over as my legs got used to standing.
"Ok, now what?" I whispered to myself looking around. I decided on following the crowd, and wiped some sweat off my forehead. I wasn't really used to being out in the sun a lot, and was dressed in black leggings with jean short shorts, and a black Umbrella Academy sweatshirt. Definitely not Florida summer weather. As I walked I found different tables with letters on idly for last name. "Ok, where is J?" I said to myself looking down the line. Thankfully there was only a few people at that table, so I walked right up.
Two girls were at the table, if I had to guess, they were at least sisters. Both had brown hair and the same face shape, but one had their hair straightened with a tad bit more makeup then the one with curled hair. "Hi! Name please?" The one with straight hair asked. "Oh, um Asher Jackson" I said quickly.
"Nice to meet you Asher. I'm Brie Bella, welcome to Palm Beach University!" The one with curled hair said, or I guess brie. "Found it! Oh, your in our housing unit!" The one with straight hair said. "Oh, I'm Nikki, by the way. Nikki Bella." So they were sisters. "Nice to meet you both." I said shaking there hands. Brie bent over looking for something as Nikki continued to talk. "So at PBU, instead of dorms, everyone gets a housing unit. So there's a group of guys and girls that all live in a big house, you'll get a room and then everyone shares like the kitchen, living area, and so forth." She explained as Brie sat up, holding a bag.
"This is a small gift for all the freshmen. It has a map of the campus, a schedule, your house key, and a few other things." She said hanging me the bag with a smile. "Nikki, text Drew or someone to get over here so they can help her find the house and get her things in." Brie said but Nikki just rolled her eyes. "Already did!" Just then a guy walked up. He was super tall, and had on a leather jacket.
"Hey lassies, what do y'all need?" He asked, his Scottish accent vary obvious. "This is Asher, she's in our house, so I figured you could help her find it and such." Brie said looking down to write something down. "Oh! I almost forgot, Asher, the house is 402. Drew will show you it." She said smiling up at me. I nodded and turned to the larger man. "Lead the way." He said motioning forward.
I walked quickly to my car, Drew following right behind me. Once at the car I turned to look at him. "You don't have to show me, I'm sure I'll find it eventually." I say quickly. "Don't worry about is dear, don't really have anything better to do. Sophomores don't have to be here until tomorrow." He said shrugging. "Do you want to drive and have me tell you where to go, or should I drive?" He asked.
"How about I let you drive and kidnap me." I said smiling a bit. He looked shocked for a moment before chuckling. "Your going to be fun, get in the car, I'll tell you where to go." After driving for about 5 minutes, he pointed at a large Blue house. "That's the one." I parked and popped the trunk so I could start to unload. I took two suitcases and drew grabbed two boxes. "There's probably someone in there that can grab the last of your things." He said walking up to the door, giving me no real choice but to follow him.
The door was propped open and we walked in. It lead right into a large living room with a L shaped couch. On my left I could see the dining room and past that was a kitchen. The whole thing was vary open, so if you're ere in the living room you could talk to someone in the kitchen. On the couch there were a few boys sitting playing video games. Two had long flowing black hair and one had short reddish brown hair. "Reigns, Rollins, Ambrose! Get off your asses and help this lovely girl get moved in!" Drew yelled at the boys. After pausing there game, the got up walked over to great us.
"You must be the one taking Natalias room." One of the boys with brown hair said. Now up close I could see one had brown hair and the other had more black. "Natalia moved?" Drew asked sounding surprised. "Ya, apparently all of us are 'Just to much!'" The one with reddish brown hair said making his voice squeaky to mock whoever Natalia is. He then turned to look at me. "You don't mind to much right?" He asked eyebrow raised.
"Most people use that word to describe me." I say smiling, making all four of them laugh. "She's a keeper." The one with Black hair said. He had a significantly lower voice then the rest of them.
"Well, I guess I can show her to her room, will you three go and grab the last of her things?" Drew asked. "Oh! They don't have to. I can make a few trips, it's no problem." I say trying to cut in, but the guy with Brown hair shakes his head. "Na. A beautiful girl like you shouldn't have to get her own things. We've got it, it's kinda the reason we're here a day early." He said before all three walked outside.
"Come on, your room is up on the third floor." Drew said already walking up the stairs. "Men are on the second floor, women on third. There's a communal bathroom on each floor, and the bottom floor has kitchen, living room, and a few extra rooms for rec activities and such. Out back is a pretty big yard, not much is set up, but tomorrow the rest of the people that live here should be here." He explains as we walk up the steps. I have no idea how he's walking up the steps, carrying two large boxes, and talking so much.
Once on the third floor he walks me down the hall. "That door is the bathroom, you share it with 9 other girls. And this is your room!" He said stopping at the last door in the hall. He balanced the boxes in one hand and opened the door. The room was pretty nice, an empty bed, a desk and chair, bookshelf, and dresser on each side of the room. There was a large window with a nice view of the campus. "Ok, the other three should be up here with your things. Um, they don't really care what you do with the room, make it yours. But don't like, paint the walls, or destroy the place. Your roommate will probably be here tomorrow. Any questions?"
I was a bit frazzled by all the information, but I did have one question. "So counting me, there's 10 girls in the house, and I'm guessing there's 10 boys, so..... 20 people live here?" I questioned. I was exactly shy, but I didn't LOVE people ether. And by how they all talk to each other they all clearly know each other. "Ya, but don't worry about it. You would be shocked by how empty the place can be. Plus, everyone gets along, and if anyone gives you shit, you've got a big scary dude to set them straight." He joked pointing at himself.
"I think you mean 4, but I can understand your mistake." I turn to see the three boys walking in. Some how they got all my shit in the house in one go. "Ya, I'm sure they'll be afraid of you Rollins." Drew said rolling his eyes. "Now, we should leave this fine girl be, she has things to do." He said walking out. I stoped the other three before they could. "I didn't catch your names." I pointed out.
"Seth Rollins." The one with brown hair said shaking my hand. "I'm Roman Reigns." The one with a deep voice said. "And that's Dean Ambrose." Roman said motioning over to the one with reddish brown hair who nodded to me. "Well, I'm Asher Jackson. Nice to meet all three of you." I say. They don't stick around to long and I turn to look at all the boxes I needed to unpack.
"This is the shity part." I mumble opening the first one. The first few boxes had clothes in it, and because I fold all my clothes except really nice things, it goes relatively quickly. Then I start to get to my personal items. I have a few pictures I put up of my family, and I put all my school supplies on the desk. I put everything I want on walls in a pile, I'll have to go to the story latter to get things to hang it up with, and I put my sheets on the bed. I set my Guitar in the corner of the room out of the way, not sure how much I'll use it. "Now, is there a target near by?" I ask myself turning my phone on and opening google maps. Luckily there was one about 5 minutes from campus.
I walk downstairs keys in hand planing on just a quick run to the store. "Hey Asher!" I turn to see Rollins in the kitchen a cup in his hand. "Where you off to?" He questioned taking a drink of the liquid I am choosing to believe is water. "Target. Need to get a few things." I say brushing some of my hair out of my face. "Mind if I come? This house has no food in it yet, and there's no way in hell Im listening to Ambrose complain about no food all night." I chuckle at him but nodded. He smiled and started to follow me out when a voice stopped us.
"Where you two sneaking off to?" Dean called from the couch. "Target ." Seth called back. Dean practically jumped over the couch at that. "Dude, I wanna come! You in Reigns?" Roman looked up from his phone with his eyebrow raised.
"Your joking right? I refuse to go to Target with you two ever again." He said shanking his head. I looked at the two of them a bit nervous. "Hold up. Red flag, why won't he go to Target with you guys?"
"Don't listen to him Asher, man doesn't know what he's talking about." Dean said pulling me by my shoulder towards the door. "He's just mad that me and Rollins know how to make a shopping trip fun." He said as walked to my car. I heard Roman yell a 'good luck' from in the house.
"You better not do anything stupid...." I mumbled getting in the car.
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"Ok, go get what you guys need.Ill get what I need." I said as we walked into the building. I turned to look at the two of them, but they already had a cart and were rushing towards the food section.
I chuckled as I picked up a basket and went to look for what I needed. I ended up grabbing some thumb tacks and command strips. I was now standing in the hair dye section. I had dark brown hair, just like my brothers, and had wanted to dye it for a while now. What better time then the first week of college.
"Hey! You need any help?" I turned to see a girl with bleach blonde hair and pink highlights.
"I think I'm good. Just..... thinking about trying something new." I said shrugging. Her face lit up at that as she jumped up and down.
"Can I help you? I've been dyeing my hair since I was like 10!" She explained happily.
"Um... I guess?" I said a bit uneasy.
"Oh! My names Alexa! What's yours?" She said sticking out her hand. I shook it lightly before pulling my hand back.
"Asher..."
"Nice to meet you Asher. What color were you thinking?" She asked motioning to the different boxes of hair dye.
"Not sure. Maybe a green or something." I said shrugging.
"Ok. Personally I think this one would go best with your skin tone and such, but we have a few other kinds you could try." She explained handing me a few different boxes. I ended up choosing the one she suggested.
"Thanks for the help." I said trowing it into my basket.
"No problem." She said giving me a smile before walking away. I wandered the store a bit looking for Seth and Dean, picking up a few random snacks as I did.
"Asher!" I turned to see Seth running and pushing the cart, with dean sitting in the cart, boxes of frozen pizza, ice cream, and beer were piled on top of him.
"Oh my god....." I whispered walking up to them. "W- I, Why?" I asked speechless motioning to the cart.
"Because why not." Dean said a big smile on his face. "Did you get what you needed?"
"Oh ya. I'm ready to go if you are." I said as we began to walk towards the front to check out.
"Hair dye?" Seth asked noting what was in my basket.
"Ya. I figured new school new me." I said shrugging.
"Great, you two." I looked up surprised to see the cashier glaring daggers into Seth and Dean. She wasn't quite short, but not tall ether. Her blond hair, from what I could tell, went to her mid back area, and the tips were dyed pink a bit like Alexas.
"Nice to see you too Natie." Seth mumbled putting his things up on the counter to be scanned.
"Your Natalia?" I asked remembering the name from earlier. She turned to me as though just realizing I was there.
"Um... ya. Who are you?"
"Asher Jackson. I'm moving into your old room." I explained.
"Oh, good luck. The people there are horrible! None of them know how to take anything seriously."
"We take things seriously, just not you." Dean mumbled making Natalia glare at him once again.
"Says the guy in a shopping cart. Let me just ring you up so you can get out of here sooner." She snapped. She quickly rang the boys up, then myself before practically shoving us out the store.
Once we were in the car I looked over at Seth who was next to me. "She's, quite the personality."
"You can say that." Seth chuckled as he buckled up and I started the car.
"What caused you guys to clearly hate each other?" I asked curiously. My parents always said that was my down fall. 'Curiosity killed the cat' they always said.
"You'll never meet a girl with a stick shoved so far up her ass or a silver spoon shoved so far down her throat." Dean said from the back, making Seth chuckle.
"You really shouldn't say that Dean." He mumbled making dean sit up a bit in his seat.
"Why? We both know daddy put the spoon down her through. I'm honestly surprised that she is actually working a job."
"I'm sorry, what am I missing?" I asked as I drove.
"Her dad is a pretty big alumni, she gets away with a lot in's school, expects everything to go her way," Seth explained.
"The only person who might get away with more is Orton." Dean said, as though that name meant something, and apparently it did because Seth sighed.
"Randy's not nearly as bad as you thin-"
"He left you like a you were a pile of shit Seth, quote defending him." Dean snapped, making me shift in my seat.
"Whatever." Seth mumbled turning his body towards the window so he wouldn't have to look at us. This was going to be an interesting year.
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hi  sexies  !   i’m  dani  (  she/her  )  ,  21  &  i’m  from  the  gta  aka  ur  messy  canadian  wassup  🤠  thank  u  guys  sm  for  applying  all  ur  muses  are  so  beautiful  &  im  sm  in  love  already  !  i  rly  wanna  plot  w  every  single  one  of  u  so  pls  give  this  a  like  for  permission  for  me  2  come  bug  u  for  plots  !  🖤  karina’s  info  &  wanted  connections  r  under  the  cut  !
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karina maji was spotted in the fashion district adorning gucci leather ankle boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to don’t stop by meg thee stallion . you may know them as @karina or as that mishti rahman lookalike . their  twenty - fourth  birthday just passed . while living in tribeca , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be tenacious but on the other hand quixotic . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines .  (   cisfemale / she/her + dani / 21 / she/her  )
             *     𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬  :
full  name  :  karina aarvi maji  .
nicknames  :  kar  ,  rina  ,  maji
age  :  twenty  -  four  .
gender  :  cisfemale  ,  she/her  .
sexual  orientation  :  pansexual  .
hometown  :  chicago , illinois   .
occupation  :  professional  mma  fighter  /  instagram  model  .
zodiac  chart  :   aquarius  sun  ,  gemini  moon  ,  scorpio  rising  .
character  inspo  : alicia mendez (  kingdom )  ,  cristina yang (  grey’s anatomy )  ,  princess jasmine (  aladdin  )  ,  megara (  hercules  )  ,  alyssa  (  the  end  of  the  f*cking  world  )  ,  kat  stratford  (  10  things  i  hate  about  you  )
                  *  𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲  :
                                tw  :   death  ,  accident  ,  drugs  .  
karina’s  life  began  in  chicago  ,  illinois  .  born  where  her  parents  spent  their  life  ,  grew  up  together  &  eventually  ended  up  married  .  it  was  the  perfect  love  story  ,  best  friends  -  then  lovers  -  then  soulmates  .  tied  for  life  ,  married  young  ,  in  their  mid  20′s  .  but the  love  between  the  two  of  them  never  faltering  once  even  after  another  10  years  pass  .  
her  mother  ,  was  a  highly  sought  after  model  .  her  father  ,  one  of  the  most  legendary  ufc  fighters  in  the  league  .  the  maji’s  were  considered  royalty  to  the  tabloids  ,  their  love  story  inspiring  many  .  their  life   was  seemingly  so  perfect  ,  a  dream  to  many  .  &  when  they  found  themselves  blessed  with  a  little  girl  after  five  years  of  marriage  ,  it  just  made  them  an  even  more  “  perfect  ”  family  .
karina  was  treated  like  a  princess  ,  her  parents  adored  the  ground  she  walked  on  &  karina  did  the  same  with  them  .  she  was  well  -  behaved  growing  up  ,  knowing  how  lucky  she  was  to  be  living  so  luxurious  ,  something  her  parents  taught  her  to  appreciate  since  she  was  old  enough  to  understand  .  they  drilled  gratefulness  into  her  head  by  the  age  of  five  .  it  was  a  very  rare  occurrence  where  karina  would  fight  or  disrespect  her  parents  .
they  lived  in  chicago  for  many  years  ,  a  way  for  them  to  keep  their  roots  established  while  raising  karina  .  &  have  more  privacy  than  living  in  their  career  hubs  would  give  them  -  aka  ,  nyc  or  la  .  it  was  much  more  accessible  for  her  father  to  work  out  of  chicago  ,  but  for  her  mother  ,  there  were  many  hours  spent  travelling  between  chicago  &  new  york  .  too  many  .  
(   tw  death  ,  plane  crash  )  it  was  the  mere  age  of  17  ,  when  karina’s  loving  mother  never  returned  home  from  her  trip  to  new  york  .  tragedy  struck  when  her  plane  crashed  due  to  pilot  error  .  the  day  that  changed  not  only  karina’s  life  permanently  ,  but  her  father  too  .  both  their  hearts  broke  into  two  that  day  .
she  wondered  for  months  how  she  could  possibly  continue  life  &  living  without  her  mom  in  it  .  &  the  older  she  got  ,  the  more  &  more  the  feeling  invaded  her  .  through  every  life  experience  she  had  afterwards  she  wished  with  everything  in  her  that  her  mom  was  there  next  to  her  .  
karina  went  from  a  happy  ,  extroverted  &  polite  girl  to  a  closed  off  ,   sardonic  &  enigmatic  woman  .  it  was  as  if  the  light  was  taken  out  of  her  body  &  she  turned  into  someone  unrecognizable  . 
(  tw  drugs  )  it  tore  her  dad  apart  ,  after  taking  a  year  off  to  mend  ,  he  fell  into  a  spiral  of  alcohol  &  drugs  ,  and  he  never  went  back  .  his  career  completely  ended  .   to  this  day  ,  her  dad  hasn’t  stepped  foot  in  the  ring  since  her  mother’s  death  .
her  senior  year  of  high  school  -  karina  fell  into  that  same  spiral  .  using  cocaine  ,  xanax  ,  weed  &  booze  to  cure  her  broken  heart  .  &  she  felt  like  it  did  ,  for  a  little  while  anyway  .  by  some  miracle  ,  she  graduated  with  her  diploma  .  but  that  didn’t  mean  much  anyway  ,  karina  wasn’t  going  to  college   ,  she  knew  exactly  what  she  wanted  to  do  with  the  rest  of  her  life  .
karina  grew  up  religiously  watching  her  dad  fight  ,  she’d  seen  tapes  of  every  single  one  of  his  fights  before  she  was  old  enough  to  watch  them  &  from  before  she  was  born   .  religiously  trained  &  boxed  with  her  father  every  sunday  since  she  was  eleven  .  she  learned  the  ins  &  out  at  a  young  age  ,  &  fell  in  love  with  the  sport  the  second  she  took  her  first  swing  .  
she  fell  even  more  heavily  into  training  after  her  mom  passed  ,  spending  practically  every  single  day  honing  her  skills  &  building  herself  to  follow  in  her  dad’s  footsteps  &  become  one  of  the  best  fighters  the  ufc  has  ever  seen  .
began  building  her  career  at  eighteen  by  moving  to  new  york  city ,  she  was  signed  by  the  age  of  20  .  suddenly  appearing  in  the  tabloids  ,  there  was  something  about  her  that  seemed  to  bring  in  people’s  attention  .  mma  fans  or  not  ,   she  gained  a  large  following  on  social  media  .  
suddenly  ,  she  was  getting  sponsorship  offers  left  &  right  .  whether  it  was  mma  related  or  sugarbear  hair  ,  she  was  getting  them  .  karina  took  the  ones  that  paid  her  well  ,  &  her  following  just  seemed  to  keep  rising  every  day  after  that  ,  basically  became  considered  an  “ influencer ”  along  with  her  other  title  .  
at  the  age  of  21  ,  karina  became  one  of  the  youngest  female  ever  to  be  signed  by  the  UFC  .  this  was  a  big  deal  to  her  ,  as  it’s  a  dream  so  many  fighters  wish  for  .  something  it  takes  years  of  hard  work  &  dedication  to  accomplish  .  something  she  worked  her  entire  life  for  .
she’s  been  fighting  with  the  ufc  for  the  last  three  years  ,  loving  every  minute  of  it   .  the  intense  training  ,  the  fights  ,  the  interviews  ,  it  all  gives  her  a  rush  she  can’t  explain  .  something  drugs  couldn’t  give  her  ,  which  she’s  required  to  get  tested  for  every  once  in  a  while  ,  usually  before  a  fight  .  she’s  found  her  ways  around  using  without  it  ruining  her  career  and/or  getting  caught  .  let’s  see  how  long  that  lasts  ..  ; - )  ksjndfsfd
with  all  the  money  that  she’s  reigned  in  the  last  few  years  from  the  ufc  along  with  her  instagram  sponsorships  ,  she’s  sending  a  lot of  it  to  her  father  ,  considering  his  “retirement”  fund  is  basically  non  -  existent  while  he  stays  cooped  up  in  their  chicago  family  home  ,  surrounded  by  memories  of  her  mother .  while  karina  stays  resided  in  her  cozy  tribeca  home  ,  only  steps  away  from  her  training  gym  .
                *  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  :
karina  is  a  v  hard  nut  2  crack  .  she’s  closed  off  ,  sardonic  &  doesn’t  really  converse  much  with  strangers  
it’s  basically  been  her  &  her  dad  since  her  mom’s  passing  ,  so  she’s  very  hard  to  get  close  to  .  but  once  u  do  ,  she’ll  never  let  u  go .
she’s  loyal  to  a  fault  ,  because  she’s  always  afraid  of  people  leaving / d*ing  .  
she’s  trying  to  branch  out  &  make  more  friends  since  moving  to  tribeca  ,  but  she  truly  doesn’t  open  up  to  anyone  .   if  she  opens  up  to  you  about  her  life  or  her  past  ,  she  truly  trusts  u  ,  &  that  means  something
she  tends  to  come  off  as  intimidating  or  ..  bitchy  ,  even  when  she  doesn’t  mean  to  .  her  personality  just  tends  to  be  dry  .  she  tends  to  have  dark  humour  ,  so  she  has  to  be  careful  who  she  makes  jokes  around skndfkk 
sometimes  tends  2  stir  up  drama  even  by  accident  .  nskjkf
if  she’s  not  training  for  a  fight  ,  she’ll  be  out  partying  every  night  .  dancing  on  tables  &  probably  getting  herself  kicked  out  of  whatever  bar/club  she  found  herself  in  that  night  .  doing  what  she  can  to  get  drunk  or  feel  any  type  of  high  ,  whether  that  be  drugs  or  waking  up  next  to  a  stranger  .  
she’s  heavily  into  fashion  &  always  posting  cute  outfits  on  instagram  ,  something  that  caused  her  following  to  grow  .
she’s  lowkey  a  hopeless  romantic  ...  seeing  how  her  parents  fell  in  love  ,   but  it  scares  tf  out  of  her  because  of  their  ending  .  &  she’d  literally  never  admit  this  to  anyone  ever  .
she’s  a  new  muse  &  i’m  still  developing  her  but  i  have  sm  muse  so  i’m  very  excited  &  i  rly  hope  you  guys  like  her  !
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janevx · 4 years
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𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐h𝑜| h𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑔 h𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛
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genre: 
wc: 2,7k
warnings: cursing, sex mentions, death mentions
mafia au, psycho au, hyunjinxreader
summary: you have never thught that you would became mafia member guy. someone who murder people for living. hyunjin never shows you that he loves you. he is always cold towards you, but for real? he loves you the most in the world.
author’s note: i’m planing to do headers soon, so it will be look more prettier! also, i was thinking about making reactions with kpop male groups? what do you think about it? also, i’m sorry for late uptade of yuta’s “maybe”, im sorry! btw, you should watch this fancam. hyunjin’s fancam made me write this.
hwang hyunjin was aways known as a cold person who usually doesn’t give a fuck about others. he has his member and sure, he likes them and care, but when it comes to someone else he was very cold. i mean really. also, he has no mercy for his victims. his gaze always do everyhting. people were afraid of his gaze, becasue it’s really scarry. always in black or black-red clothes with his long blonde hair (from god’s menu era) make people afraid of him. he totally loves this. love this that people were afraid of him and he has control. 
 you were just student who has happy life with no worries. you had everything - lovely family, cool and “true” friends also even a boyfriend who loves you and took care of you, but one day everything has changed. 
 you were at club with your friends who had time of theif lifes. you were a little bit tired, so you took a seat by bar. you didn’t even know when blonde guy approach you.
“why are you stting here alone?” he looked into your eyes and you could swear that he was the most handsome boy you have ever seen.”are you listen to me?”
“i’m little bit tired just it.” you smiled a little.
 hyunjin didn’t know why he approach you. he was watching you from the start of the party and he couldn’t stop. you looked amazing and really attract attention, especially from him.
“but you shouldn’t sit here. maybe in the living room? you don’t even know what a kind of people you are around with.”
“what do you mean?”
“nothing, just take it as warning honey.”
 when you were about to open your mouth someone interrupt you.
“ey yo, motherfucker. leave my girlfriend alone or i’m gonna kick your fuckin ass, you pussy.”
 you could hear your boyfriend. you were embarrassed because of y/b/n. he was really jealous sometimes with no reason and agressive towards strangers. 
“y/b/f chill out! we were just talking and you offenisve him! just stop.”
“y/n shut the fuck up for once. this guy flirts with you and you like it?”
 hyunjin couldn’t help smilling all the time. it was his devilish smile. he was fuckin pissed of because you had a boyfriend and also this piece of shit wasn’t afraid to yell at him. he promised himself that he will kill y/b/n.
“isn’t it very nice to talk your girlfriend like this asshole.so, y/n, you don’t have to be sorry because of your fuckin boyfriend. it was nice to meet you.” hyunjin turned around and face your boyfriend and whisper to his ear. “i hope you going to know with who you mess up with. you are already dead.” hyunjin smilled at your boyfriend and left.
 you were kind of person who doesn’t like when someone is treat like shouldn’t you were mad at y/b/f. you shook your head and leave just to go to boy who warned you to be careful. your firends couldn’t belive how you act.
“ey wait! i’m really sorry for this jerk. he is sometimes too agressive towards people.” you were smilling lightly “i hope you can understand.”
“why are you two dating?” he asked with smirk on his face “he is asshole towards you.”
“u-hm.. he loves me and i l-love him..”
“aish, love. okay. thanks and don’t be sorry.” he smiked “i hope we be able to see ourself once again.”
“yeah, totally.”
 he left and so you. you came back to your boyfriend with different feeling. who the hell is this guy?
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since this accident it’s been month. your boyfriend apologized to you hundred times. you couldn’t be mad at him for too long. 
 today it’s your day off. you wanted to surprise your boyfriend for being sonner at home with some cookies. bc, who don’t like cookies? you opened the door and you hear some sounds. like.. moans? did your boyfriend was pleasuring himself? it wasn’t from, of course no! but at the same time you could hear woman’s moans. you were schock and mad as fuck.
 you walked in into your bedroom and you started crying. there were your boyfriend with your bestfriend having sex. when they saw you they were shock and embarrassed.
“what the actual fuck y/b/n?! y/f/n? really? you two fuckin bastrads! i’m leaving!”
“no, y/n wait!”
“fuck of!”
 they left your bedroom. you took suitcase and pack all your stuff. there’s no way to you that you stay any longer in this home. the two most trusted people cheat on you. you couldn’t belive how naive you were. but to your surprise you didn’t feel pain. you were just mad that they did this behind your back. did you really love y/b/f name?
 when you were done, they try to stop you, but you can’t. you left your place and with no idea, you were walking. you were walking until you saw black prestige car that followed you for pretty long. you started feel fear, so you moved faster.
“y/n!”
 is this possible to be this blonde guy from club? you turned around and saw this guy parked his car and walk towards you.
“it’s you.”
“i’m hyunjin.” he smilled “what are you doing when it’s raining and with suitcase?”
“uhm, it’s not important.”
“it is. what happend?”
“my boyfriend and best friend had sex in our bedroom, when I was there with cookies. now i’m betrayed, alone with cookies and with no idea what to do with myself.”
“c’mon, go with me.”
“what?”
he laughed at you.
“come to my place. you can stay.”
“but I don’t know you well and basicly you are stranger to me.”
“just come with me. i promise i’m not gong to hurt you y/n.”
 you didn’t know why did you agree to come with him. 
 his house was pretty big and expensive. you didn’t know what he is doing for living that he has so much money. he showed you all home and give you some food.
“woah, i din’t expect it from you.”
“what? my house?”
“yeah. it’s pretty big and you know. what are you doing daily?”
“you going to know one day, not today. you be sleep in my bedroom, ok? i will be sleep in living room.”
“no, no! it’s your home, i’m only geust.”
“y/n. don’t make me angry, please. just sleep in my bed.”
 you simply nodded. you two were talking a lot before it was bed time for you. you changed your clothes into something comortable (paJamAS) and goes to the bed. you lied down and slowly fall asleep.
“good night y/n”
 you fell asleep, but you have no clue what was happening in same room. hyunjin was watching your for few hours and touch your face. he was fascinated in you. for hyunjin you were just like goddess. he couldn’t help but stare at you. and your body in this pajama was hot as fuck. you have to be his no fuckin matter what.
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weeks passed and you still were at his place. hunjin asked you to move on with him. you weren’t sure but you agreed. your family and friends told you that you are crazy for doing this. but you didn’t care, becasue hwang hyunjin had something about him what makes you want him. you noticed that he is very, very cold person, but to you he can control this.
 one day you came to home an hour earlier than you should. you walked in, but seems that hyunjin didn’t noticed you. you were about to say something when you heard devilish laugh that stops you.
“and what? you fuck with wrong person.”
“i’m sorry! really, i can give you all my money,”
“take money and pour it into your asshole.”
“hyunjin, please! i’m sorry!”
“i have no mercy dumbass.”
 you could only hear a shot. you frooze. you couldn’t move, because of this what you heard. you couldn’t control how you were breathing. hyunjin could hear it too and only thing he could do was his curse.
“y/n? what are you doing here honey?”
“you killed someone?”
“babe, listen.”
“i’m not your girlfriend.”
“belive me, you will.” he smirked when he take his gun pointing at you “better take a seat.”
you did it with fear in your eyes.
“will you kill me?”
“of course no! you are to preacious to be dead.” he smirked “you asked me one day what am i doing for living. i’m in mafia. i bet you know who stray kids are, right?” you nodded “i’m basicaly member. but you don’t have to be afraid of me. i take good care of you, don’t i?”
“you do, but it’s ..it’s scarry.” you were about to stand up “i have to go and leave you. i can’t live like this.”
“don’t fuckin move.” he reloaded the magazine “i really donj’t want to kill you.”
“i’m sorry?” you were scared “but..it’s you who killed my ex?”
“who else honey? he messed up with wrong guy. i don’t fuck with them all. and also, you can’t leave me honey. you love me.”
“no, i don’t!” you lied
“okay, so leave now. i know that you would come back to me.”
 you took al of your thing and you leave his house. 
 it didn’t teak you so long to come back to him. you didn’t know what happend to you. after you left you was feeling kind of missing? you missed him so much and you couldn’t deny it. you didn’t care that he is in mafia. you loved him it was this what matter. you know him about half a year. you love him from 5 months. 
“oh look who is back.” hyunjin smirked “what should i do with you honey?”
“just let me fuckin in and talk.”
“how confident you are honey.”
to say that hyunjin was happy wasn’t enough. he was extra happy. he loved you from begginign and this time about week you were without him he was watching you. you both loving each other as psycho and you two couldn’t stop.
“i missed you. i don’t care about mafia.”
“oh, you changed your mind?” he smirked
“don’t tease me hyunjin. just tell me what to do. leave or stay. what are you feeling towards me?”
“you want to know what i feel towards you?”
“yeah, this is what i said.”
“this is how i feel towards you.”
 he pinned you into wall and kiss you. deep and with passion. you couldn’t help moans that escape yours mouth. both of you waiting really long to this happend.
“i love you y/n. but i have some rules.”
“i love you too.” you smiled “which rules?”
“i can be really jealous so don’t try me honey. you are only mine and i can use you as i want to. in bed you gonna call me daddy or sir, got it?”
“why?”
“because im in charge and you love mi too much to disagree.” he smirked “don’t be rude to me, because you gonna face consequences. you have to love me and only me.”
“all for you.”
 he smiled to himself and then you were at his lap. kissing so desperatly and deeply like you have never. your one hand in his blonde hair and one hand on his shoulder. when his one hand was at your booty and second hand on your breast. he gave you light squzees. it was really pleasure you and you try to be queit.
“i want to hear you. moan to me y/n.”
“m-my god..hyunjin!”
it didn’t take you two so long to undress each other. he was focused at your body sight. he was amazed by your curves and hell, he loves you even more.
“remember how to call me. i want to hear you kitten.”
“yes daddy.”
 with this he thrust you so rough. it was hard at the beggining but with time you feel pleasure. he fucks you so good and no one could disagree.
“i can feel your thight pussy cleanching around my cock kitten.” both of you could hear your wetness sound “you hear how wet you are for me?”
“i’m close!”
“you can’t cum until i agree.”
“please, daddy please. please, let me cum!”
“you wasn’t be a good girl to you daddy.”
“daddy please, i can do anything.”
“okay, you gonna suck me off.” he smiled “you can cum babygirl.”
 so you did with loud moan. you7 were shaking because how good he fucks you. when you done you have to take his cock. it was really big and you couldn’t take him all. you were sucked him off really good like pro.
“m-my god. i love you so much y/n, my little kitten!” he cum with groan “swallow this sperm babygirl.”
 so you did again. after this he left you to clean up yourself. he isn’t the guy who cares, you know it, but he come back to you to kiss your forhead and fall asleep with you.
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life with hyunjin was quit hard to you. you really love him, and want to show him, but he doesn’t give a fuck about your love - it’s your thoughts. it’s been another half a year. you two been trough a lot and it makes you two special.
 hyunjin came to home from his work a little bit angry.
“i did dinner if you want to you ca-”
“y/n shut the fuck up! don’t even talk to me.”
“what? i din’t do anything.. why you scream?”
“can’y you see i’m stressed, you idiot? just fuck off from here and leave me.”
 it was casual to you, but it was first time that he was so angry.
“i have enough! stop reacting and exploding at me! i didn’t do anything wrong and here you are, screaming at me for nothing! i’m tired of it, understand?!”
“did you raise your voice at me?”
“yes, and what? you gonna punish me? i’m leaving. you can look for me when you calm the fuck down.”
“try me honey. you aren’t leaving. you are mine.”
“i can! you act coldly to me! can’t you see that it’s hurt me? i fuckin love you and you treat me like sex toy and doesn’t care about me. how can you love me when you fuck other girls? you only yell at me and test me for your sex things. i can’t live like this. you are always cold. always. don’t show me love, it hurts, because i want to show you, but you alwayds don’t care.”
 it hurt him. he doesn’t know that you see him as this. yeah, it was true that when he was really mad at you he fucked another, but then he killed them, because he loves only you. you are most important thing for him. he chuckled.
“i didn’t care about you? i care about you all the time! i’m stressed when i have to leave you for few days, so i call my men to be near to you. i always care what i did to you how you feel. i fuckin care! it’s hard to show this, but when we have sex i fuck you with love. y/n i fuckin think about to get married with you. i love you the most in the world. if you would asked me to leave my life in mafia i will! for you i will do everything. i’m sorry for being like this to you, but i love you.”
 your heart’s melt.
“show me how much you love me.”
 with this he kissed you with love. this night you two had sex slowly with full of love. you love him like a psycho, and he loves you back as a psycho.
“i really love you y/n, please don’t leave me.” lonly tear goes down his cheek “please, y/n i can think about my behaviuor but don’t leave me.”
“i won’t you know it. you know that i love you too much to leave.”
“will you marry me?” he take little box “i love you like psycho, like crazy man. make me happy and agree.”
“of course i will!”
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