#who doesn’t know she isn’t actually a socialite

[kitkats-and-kittens]

One of my favourite things to think about is the rest of the batfam all having their own ‘Brucie Wayne’ personas. So here’s me listing how I imagine the main family members would front to the public.

Dick

I think would be very similar to Bruce with the same air-headed personality. As far as the internets concerned he can’t spell orange and pretends not to know any of the 50 states let alone which one he lives in. He also uses the fact that he never officially finished college to his advantage. As a kid he was more eccentric and people just knew him as that little kid whose constantly high of sugar and lollipops. Not much changes when becomes an adult.

Of course like father like son and he is also extremely charismatic. His persona is a little more goofy than Bruce’s and he’s known as the Wayne’s resident gymnast, at least in the air. He’s made a habit of acting as though any and all fine motor skills come to an absolute stop the moment he isn’t doing some complex flip, or cartwheel. There are serval videos on YouTube of him tripping over air, spilling drinks over his shirt, and stumbling into several guests, only half of these were faked. He also has a reputation of being an absolutely insane drunk. He went viral on twitter for doing a triple backflip in the middle of a gala which resulted in a shattered punch bowl, several traumatised guests and a fake news report claiming he’d died which sent the city into a riot for the next 24 hours all because he was a little bit tipsy.

Jason

Jason was pretty young when he ‘died’. Before hand he was the happy go lucky kid. With stars in his eyes and more energy than a Chihuahua hiked up on red bull and pure, liquified blue raspberry. Of course you had the occasional leech who saw in some news report that he used to be a street kid which resulted in several rumours about his ‘horrid violent nature’ but all it took was actually meeting him for most to completely disregard this.

After his death he doesn’t hang around the rest of the family much. Especially not in public and out of masks. However there is the occasional day (once every millennia or so) where he’ll stroll up to whatever part or gala or social event the Wayne’s are hosting that day, with his foolproof, impenetrable disguise Tayson Jodd absolutely no relation to Brucies dead kid, nor the elusive red hood who has a hate account dedicated to his very existence.

His whole thing tends to be a regular upstanding member of society. He acts completely normal. This wasn’t always the case. He used to change it every time he went to the parties, either acting as some depressed, lonely rich guy or an alcoholic and on one particularly memorable occasion a closeted drag Queen. However one time he showed up without a persona pre made and ready to go and just decided to wing it.

However Tim Drakes insane paranoia meant he stayed up a good 3 weeks after that night just to make sure Jason wasn’t trying anything and when Red hood found out he found it absolutely hilarious and resolved to be as respectable as possible while also generating maximum suspicion for all other members of his family.

Stephanie Brown

Although not officially adopted by the Wayne’s most people have gotten used to seeing her just roll up with the Wayne’s and it didn’t take long for social media to realise that Brucie had emotionally adopted her, if not legally. At first Steph didn’t really understand the need for a persona. She was already fine with keeping her actual personality and not turning it off for the cameras.

It took seeing Jason, who was having an absolute blast with his public persona to open her mind to the range of possibilities and she spent a full 3 months crafting a personality from scratch (putting that psychology degree to good use).

She cycled through a couple. Rich party girl, serious career woman, ditzy idiot. But eventually she landed on scheming socialite. She saw some tabloids slandering her for being Tim’s ex and although the rest of the family was not happy she took it and ran with it. Landing herself in the circles of the most gossip loving, shit talking, hot woman she could find.

She makes sure she exudes villainy at all times and has been seen eyeing Timothy Drake from across the room, stroking a cat (though no one knew where she got it from) and sipping a martini. Although she doesn’t particularly like how cruel some of her companions are she finds no greater joy than passively aggressively remarking about how Donna is wearing the same heels she was 3 years ago and oh my is she running low on funds? She was born to instigate and takes every opportunity to do so.

Tim Drake

If Tim is known for anything then it’s his ability to appear as though everything has gone to his exact calculations on the outside while internally screaming and just completely winging whatever half brained plan comes to mind. But one forgets, he isn’t just a Wayne but a Drake. Son of Janet Drake at that.

As a kid he was very much a mamas boy and would replicate her cold calculating air to the best abilities of a 10 year old boy. As he grew up however he realised that he much preferred letting people underestimate him. So in the end he settled on the stoner.

It was pretty unexpected for most of his family. Bar Dick who embraced it with all the reverence of a chaotic older sibling. Of course Tim Drake being as meticulous as he is meant when he made this persona built it from the ground up. He gave himself a favourite drug, a fake dealer, and he methodically updates his account balance every week, taking out just enough that it looks like he’s been buying.

Not only does this have the added benefit of explaining the random times he’s passed out in the middle of a party or those random compilations of him on YouTube simply staring into the abyss for hours on end, but it also means he had to try way less than his siblings when it comes to presentation. If Dick or Bruce show up with even so much as a slightly ruffled collar the tabloids will go on for weeks about the mystery guy or girl they definitely slept with. But when Tim does it, they just laugh. He gets a pat on the head and a glass of water shoved into his hands and no one thinks anything more.

And if he can also use it as an excuse for a few extra minuets of sleep then whose going to stop him?

Cassandra Cain

Cass didn’t need to do much of anything. When she first arrived in Gotham she was small, quite and not very well versed in social customs so it was practically written in the stars that she’d become an instant fan favourite. However unlike most of her siblings most of her fans aren’t focused on her what she’s been doing, or with who, but rather on trying to spot her.

She’s some aloof, mysterious figure to them and she’s also become a bit of a where’s Waldo meme. News reporters will post overview shots of the huge hall the guest are occupying, the grounds of the manor, the well kept lawns, the roofs, and the internet will go crazy trying to find her. At first it was difficult but only because she kept to herself, you’d find her in a corner of the room, or hiding behind one of the taller guests but ever since she realised what was going on she’s been making a conscious effort to make it as difficult as possible.

Some of her hiding spots include: under the table, the roof, inside the fountain, disguised as Dick Grayson, a statue, on the chandelier, and somehow as one of the reporters, camera and all. It’s become a bit of a game to see who can find her first and she remains Gothams favourite Wayne.

Duke Thomas

Duke isn’t really sure what to make of this whole public persona thing. He finds hiding such a big part of himself a little strange, and doesn’t much enjoy the idea of putting on a mask for others. So he does what he does best and puts the rest of the Wayne’s to shame with his sound logic.

He’s just himself. And somehow manages to cause the biggest impact. The people aren’t used to rich people not being overly eccentric. This is Gotham after all! And Duke Thomas’ actual personality is not exactly something they were expecting.

This is the same man who raised an army of teenage armies in the absence of his hero. To call him impulsive would be an understatement. Also he very much enjoys ‘eating the rich’ so to speak. He used his powers to convince one particularly nasty man that he needed full psychiatric care by randomly disappearing whenever he was in their line of sight.

He hangs out with Dick a lot, but only so when the worst of the Gotham socialites approach he can make them feel as uncomfortable as possible by questioning their thoughts and feelings on the working class, living conditions and all the other stuff they usually couldn’t care less about which leaves them scrambling for an answer that won’t completely ruin their reputations. Although he’s been branded ‘the responsible one’ that’s only because he presents himself as such to reporters. Most of the people attending the galas live in fear of him ever approaching them.

Damian Wyane

Being the youngest meant that people already had expectations by the time Damian showed up. Although most had no idea where the kid came from that didn’t stop them from making assumptions, and the rumours circulating from before he was officially introduced range from a mini Bruce Wayne to raging alcoholic. And yes, these were published when reporters knew damn well he was 10 years old maximum.

When the public do finally see him for the first time it doesn’t take them long to craft a persona for him. Damian of course sees this whole thing as beneath him, he doesn’t understand why he would need to hide himself, he didn’t train with the league for years to just not show of his skills. Dick tries to get him to think of it like training, as though he were on an undercover mission. This works a little too well and now he takes it so incredibly seriously it’s hard for the others not to laugh.

He arrived, squeezed in between Brucie Wayne who was blowing kisses to the camera, Dick Grayson doing a handstand, Tim Drake who looked absolutely blitzed and Stephanie Brown who was manically rubbing her hands together. Cass nowhere to be found and Duke giving his classic sunny smile to the camera.

So of course people realise this kid must be the adult. There’s jokes about how Damian must be the one doing the Wayne’s taxes, about how he probably drives Bruce to work, and other such things. Which is only further cemented by the kid himself. But he also doesn’t talk much (Dick said if he had nothing nice to say he shouldn’t say anything), and a few (illegally taken) photos show him drawing, as well as his small army of pets and so people are torn between this kid who is clearly far too mature for his age and this cute baby of a child who likes fluffy animals and crayons.

Damian is disgusted by both sides, but there isn’t much he can do about it and resolves instead to fuck with everyone by leaning into it and alternating on a seemingly random basis between clueless child and grown adult in a 10 year olds body. It mostly ends up terrifying the rest of his family because occasionally Damian (who several of them watched kill a man) will come up smiling and demand to be placed on their shoulders, and other times the same kid (who found a cow a decided immediately he was a vegetarian) will be found sipping straight vodka and going on about the good old days with people 8x his age as though he were some drunken world war 2 veteran.

#bruce wayne #richard grayson #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #Public persona #batfam #they were born to terrorise the rich #dc comics #brucie wayne #Tayson Jodd

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Cherry headcanons because this girl deserves some love

-Spacey as fuck. Like, this girl lives with her head in the clouds and Marcia and her other friends have just learned to accept it

-High ponytail girly

-Her hands are always FREEZING, even in the summer

-Her mom is chronically ill and often bedridden so Cherry has to spend lot of time looking after her while also looking after her dad (and her older brother whenever he’s home from uni)

-Loves Marcia so much because she’s proven time and time again that she’s a true friend unlike her other soc friends who are very much fair weather friends 

-Got so drunk on mimosas once that she spent the rest of the weekend in bed and viciously hungover

-Worries about Marcia because Marcia is wild and too smart for her own good and Cherry is scared that one of these days she’s just gonna snap and either disappear or do something terrible

-Loves board games but has to trick/bribe/guilt her friends into playing them with her. Her favourite is The Game of Life

-Used to get in trouble a LOT when she was little because she really wanted to get her dad’s attention, but kind of gave up by the time she was in seventh grade because she realised it was futile, and has been a model student ever since

-Is kind of horribly lonely. Between her mom’s illness, her dad’s emotional unavailability, and the fact that her brother (three years older than her and her best friend) is in uni across the country she’s by herself a lot and has to deal with everything alone. Part of the reason she started dating Bob is because he actually gave her attention and she felt like she was actually being listened to for once.

-Was drawn to Ponyboy because even though he had such a loving community around him she could see in him the same sort of loneliness she feels all the time

-Marcia hates Bob and does not try very hard to hide that fact, which stresses Cherry out because ANY kind of conflict stresses her out (she canonically ‘hates fights’ but to me she just comes off as someone who doesn’t know how to handle conflict AT ALL)

-Wants to be a kindergarten teacher when she grows up, but doesn’t want to tell her parents because they expect her to marry well and be a socialite

-Kind of loves hearing about any and all drama her friends- Marcia in particular- are going through because it gives her something to focus on that isn’t her own problems

-Could tell Marcia liked Two-bit a lot more than she ever liked Randy but didn’t bring it up because she knew it wasn’t fair when Marcia would never be allowed to date a greaser

-Loves chocolate chip cookies

-Rarely ever wears lipstick because she claims she can feel the weight of it on her lips. Marcia laughs at her for it but also carries tinted lip balm and lipgloss around just for her (Marcia never leaves the house without lipstick on)

-Speaks fluent French

-Went to Paris on vacation with her family once and has been dying to go back ever since

-LOVES her sting ray so much. Even though her dad isn’t very attentive he still managed to pick the perfect car for her and Cherry loves it more than anything

-Doesn’t like any perfume except a very faint rose scent because anything stronger makes her feel nauseous

-Has an eccentric aunt who lives with her female ‘roommate’ in a huge, airy apartment in Italy, and Cherry spends at least a week each summer there with them. 

#cherry valance #marcia the outsiders #marcia x two bit #bob sheldon #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #randy the outsiders #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #dally winston #steve randle

[3d-wifey]

And They'd Find Us In A Week - Chapter 6

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader Word Count: 5k Synopsis: Here! Playlist: Listen up! A/N: Don't be scared to click the embedded links, you might get an auditory surprise (Ai voice cloning works wonders)

Past (vi) - Finnick

[18 & 19] -  THE CAPITOL; TRAINING CENTER; ELEVENTH FLOOR

You and Finnick are sitting side by side when they flood the arena.

An earthquake breaks the dam open and the tributes closest to it die almost instantly, the crushing weight of the water pressure either breaking their necks or knocking them out before they drown. Multiple canons fire one after the other. If Finnick counted correctly, only six tributes are left—five of which aren't from districts with large bodies of water. It’ll only be a matter of time before they tire out. 

He's not hoping that the other kids die, but he is hoping that Annie makes it. She's a sweet girl and she actually took his advice to heart. Unlike his other tributes who usually didn't take him seriously because of his age. 

He feels a smaller hand slip into his and he doesn’t have to look down to know it's yours. Your tributes had died in the cornucopia and it’s been ten days since then. You had no reason to stay behind. But you did. For him.

You squeeze his hand. He squeezes back.

Once the waters have calmed and the rest of the tributes strive to stay afloat, Annie does the smart thing and moves to float on her back. 

Of course, in a test of endurance, she's the strongest swimmer in the arena. In District Four, kids learn how to backstroke before they can walk. However, there’s no telling how long they’ll be in the water, and trying to tread it will only drain what little stamina she has left.

It takes three hours for three of the tributes to die and five for Finnick to have his first victor.

Socialites and mentors alike surround you and Finnick to congratulate him as they airlift Annie out of the arena. Augustus claps him on the shoulder and Gloss shakes his hand. But the only hand he cares about slips out of his when four different people try to rope him into a conversation at once, your bracelet catching against his.

You say nothing to him as you edge out of the crowd and he supposes you don’t owe him an explanation, but it leaves a pit in his stomach to watch you walk away.

When he comes to the Eleventh floor later that night, Chaff is the one who greets him when the elevator opens, presumably heading out himself. Something he should have expected since you aren’t the only one who lives on the floor, but he’s still taken by surprise.

“Oh. Hey?” It comes out as more of a question than a statement, the letters curling and drawing out at the end like he’s just discovered the human language.

“You’re acting like I’m not the face you wanted to see.” Chaff crosses his arms with a beaming grin that spells trouble for Finnick. “What? Am I not pretty enough, Odair?” 

“No, you’re plenty beautiful, Chaff,” he laughs, “I was just expecting Star.”

“Yeah, alright. Go ahead.” He steps aside and Finnick feels like he got caught sneaking into his girlfriend's room. Which isn’t too far off, “I’m sure you know where her room is.” He decides to pointedly ignore that last comment.

He spots Seeder, dishing out playing cards, and Haymitch, drinking, at the dining table and he just knows this will spread like wildfire among the victors. Because, despite being grown men, Chaff and Haymitch are the biggest gossips he knows.

“Ah, there’s the blushing bride!” Haymitch half shouts—half cackles, halfway into a bottle of expensive Capitol wine. He ignores them, which only makes them crack up harder. Finnick is nineteen years old, and as they laugh behind him, he actually feels his age for once.

He’s come to your floor for the past two years. So when your door slides open, you only look slightly surprised to see him. 

“Finnick,” you look over his shoulder like you expected him to bring someone with him, “I didn’t think you’d come. I thought you’d be spending time with Annie.” You venture tiredly.

“I spoke to her after they got her into medic, but not for long.”

After Talon, his other tribute was decapitated in front of her, something happened. Something broke. She cried uncontrollably and screamed when the nurses tried to take her vitals. He was able to help calm her down enough for them to sedate her, but Finnick knows that isn’t going to be an easy fix. No victor comes out of their games the same as when they entered. This is just another example.

You take a step back from him. He didn’t even notice when he got so close and gravitated to you, he never does.

“Well. Thanks for letting me know, I guess. You can go now.”

He stands there, mouth opening and closing.

“I can go—are you mad at me?” He asks incredulously.

"No!" You deny it like the idea of being mad at him never even crossed your mind, yet, he can't help but feel like he’s upsetting you.

"Are you...sad at me?" You hesitate at that and his heart sinks. You sigh and for a second he worries you’re going to send him away.

"C’mon." You wave him into your room. “I’d rather not have an audience for this.” He glances over his shoulder and spots the three adults in the room clearly eavesdropping as they pretend to play cards at the table.

“Leave the door cracked!” You flip off the trio of cackling adults, herding Finnick into your room and you barely get the door closed before he’s apologizing.

“I don’t know what I did, Star, but I’m sorry, okay? And—and whatever it is, sweetheart, I swear I won’t do it again.” He pleads, feeling just as desperate as he probably sounds. He’s trailing pretty close after you through the hallway that curves into your bedroom, so he almost bumps into you when you stop in front of him.

“Finnick, calm down, okay? You didn’t do anything.” You claim, but if that’s true, then—

“I don’t understand. Wh–what’s wrong?” Because there’s definitely something wrong. Your body language is closed off. You’re never closed off around him.

You cross your arms, then drop them and place your hands on your hips. 

“Annie.” You mutter, staring over his shoulder.

“...Annie?” He repeats, eyebrows furrowing.

“Yeah.” You speak muffled, biting at the nail of your thumb. “I’ve been thinking and I can only imagine how exciting it is for you to have someone your age in Four who’s gone through the same things as you. You guys have much more in common, I’m sure, not to mention you can see each other whenever you want. So, I won’t fault you for, I don’t know, spending less time with me. Or, if you forget to respond to a letter or…something.” You finish off your rambling in a mumble, losing steam.

He blinks at you.

“And why would I do that?” He asks and you throw your arms up in frustration, walking further into the room to crash down into a forest green armchair. What is he doing wrong?

“Because we don’t see each other outside of the Capitol.” You avoid making eye contact and pick at the skin around your nails, a habit he thought you grew out of. “And I’m fine with that, but that doesn’t mean you have to be. You don’t have to settle for this.”

“Do you feel like you’re settling?” He asks, doing, in his opinion, a pretty good job of acting like his heart isn’t hinging on your answer.

“What?! What, of course not.” You look at him like he grew a second head. As if his question isn't completely reasonable given how you're behaving. “We have such little time together.”

“Yeah, and that makes the moments we do get to spend together special.” He argues. Finnick tracks your movements, coming to stand before you. You clench your fist together before hiding them by folding your arms. “What is this really about?”

You take a breath.

"Finnick, we can never be together outside of this city.” You laugh, but he knows it’s not real. “With Annie in the picture, you can have something close to normal. You’ve earned that much.” He takes a second to look you over. Finnick has always been able to pick things up through body language. A skill he developed after Mags lost the ability to speak, and even that took him years to perfect. With you, someone who is practically mute when it comes to your emotions, it was almost instantaneous. He can read you like a well-loved book.

"Will you look at me?" He ducks his head down to get you to look at him, but you're being especially avoidant. 

"I’m sorry, it's really not that serious." You mumble, stubbornly keeping your eyes on the ground, "You don't need to—” He places his hand on the back of your neck, touching his forehead to yours. 

"There you are." He smiles when you finally look up at him. He holds you tighter, free hand sliding down to your waist and his neck straining at the position. "I'm not gonna leave you behind for Annie, okay–I would never leave you behind. For anyone." 

"Why?" You ask barely above a whisper, confusion so genuine that it nearly breaks his heart. Like you can't wrap your head around Finnick wanting to stay with you. He’s failed you somewhere along the way if that’s the case.

He takes a different approach, dropping down to one knee on the cold brown marble floor and then the other until he’s kneeling between your legs. The big green chair is the backdrop behind you, and it really is an enormous chair.

“Finnick,” you laugh, as dulcet as a melody, “What are you doing?” 

“I don’t want normal. I want you. That’s all I ever wanted.” He grins up at you, wrapping his arms around your stomach. "I'll stop needing air before I stop needing you.” He could spend the rest of his life being the most altruistic bastard in Panem and still not deserve you.

You loop your arms around his neck, fingers carding through the back of his hair. He leans into the warmth of your hand and wonders if there will ever be a moment better than this. There’s always been a level of affection between the two of you that's a little too intimate to call friendship, but Finnick’s grown so accustomed to it that he feels unsettled without it.

You lean closer to him, practically sitting on the edge of your seat. "Can I…” You hesitate. “Can I try something?" You ask and he agrees like he always will. He can deny you nothing. 

You move one hand to his cheek. The other grips his shirt as you lean toward him. He holds still—barely breathing, afraid that any sudden movement will make you lose your nerve. 

You run cold, you always have, it’s just another thing to love as far as Finnick is concerned. He himself emits heat like a furnace on the best of days. He remembers cold hands touching his heated skin, cold toes shocking the skin of his legs whenever you lay together. But now, now Finnick feels nothing but a hissing heat as your mouths press together. Heat like a hot knife cutting into a block of ice, like a blazing star consuming him in a ball of fire, only to sizzle into a warm embrace. He melts into you, trusting that you’ll sculpt him back together with your glacial grip.

And you will, won’t you? Take him into your arms and mold him into whatever shape he needs to be to fit inside your heart. He’s had no experience with that sort of thing. He’s never had to, his heart automatically made room for you without any input on his part. There’s a perfect you-shaped hole in his chest and you’ve already slotted into place. When you hold him like this, kiss him like this, he can believe it. Believe that maybe, maybe this is something you’ve been hoping for too—that he hasn’t been alone in his longing.

Your lips are soft, softer than he imagined. You’re softer than he imagined. It’s more of a peck than anything else, but it means everything to Finnick. You stop to take a breath and he moves to follow you as you pull away. He doesn't open his eyes for a second. If it never happens again, if he never has the chance to kiss you again, he wants to commit this moment to memory. Every detail, down to the puff of air against his lips before you leaned in.

Finnick is well aware of the effect he has on people, he’s had five years to come to terms with it. But he’s never been on the receiving end of it before. It’s all new to him—new and utterly terrifying. Terrifying and utterly beautiful because it’s you. It has always been you and it’ll keep being you even if this ends here.

"What was that?" He asks, just in case he’s reading this wrong and you aren’t looking at the kiss the way he is. In case you’re not looking at him like he looks at you.

"...I don't know." You whisper like it’s a secret shared between you two.

"Okay," he exhales between you. He can work with that. Finnick shakes his head. “I don’t need more than that.” He smiles. He’ll give himself to you in whatever capacity you’ll have him, as long as you’ll have him. He doesn’t have the right to ask for more.

“I think,” you start, dazed, and he can’t tamp down the smug satisfaction bubbling up because he did that to you, “I've wanted to do that for a long time." 

He considers it. He's wanted to kiss you since that first night under the stars. When you allowed yourself to be vulnerable—sharing a piece of yourself with him—and you looked at him with a smile that was more genuine than he deserved; too good to be aimed at someone like him. “So why haven’t you?” 

You sway into him like you can’t help yourself and he gets the feeling. You rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“I…I’ve never had anything I've wanted before—I’ve never taken it, but,” you squeeze your eyes shut and he doesn't like that. He doesn't like not having your gaze on him. When did that happen? Under his nose, he's become so needy for your attention, so needy for you, “But I want this more than I’ve wanted anything, Finnick. I want you.”

“Then, take me. Have me." He begs into the crown of your hair, sounding so desperate he’s surprised you haven’t run the other way. But, honestly, he isn’t sure he wouldn’t chase after you. He's been yours in everything but name for years at this point. It’s just one more leap, one more line to cross together because Finnick wants too. He wants and wants and wants. He wants to be yours.

"It's selfish. To want this much, right?" You pull him towards you and he goes. He can't imagine doing anything else. You nose at his jaw and he shivers at the brush of smooth lips and warm breath on the sensitive skin of his neck. He moves his head to the side to give you more room. "It has to be."

"I like you selfish." If this is you selfish, he wants you greedy, he wants you heedless. He wants your want. He closes his eyes, every other sense focused on you. He holds you closer. “I know it’s hard to love me—” 

“Don’t say that. Don’t think my hesitation has anything to do with who you are. It’s just…” You pull back far enough to look up at him, your eyes darting back and forth between his, and he thinks he understands what you’re asking for. 

You’re scared, so you want him to make the choice. You want it to be his decision. He’s scared too, so he understands. He’ll take the plunge and bear the brunt of the fall. There’s not much he can protect you from, but he can do this. He can protect you from himself.

This time he's the one that leans in and you meet him halfway. On instinct, he goes to grab your waist and stops himself. Instead, he grabs the hand gripping his shirt, lacing your fingers with his. 

Finnick's never prayed for anything, he doesn't even believe in a higher power. Yet, selfishly, he begs. Let this be real. Let him keep this one thing. 

Let him keep you. 

Present (VI) - You

[23 & 24] - THE CAPITOL; CHARIOT RIDES

You stand alone in the elevator, skin bristling with the phantom feeling of scrubbing. If your prep team had scrubbed any harder, you're sure your skin would have come off. You rub at the now smooth skin of your face, trying to soothe the lingering sting from the waxing.

Don't worry, there's more! For whatever reason, Tumblr refuses to let me post some chapters in their entirety, so if you want the rest, just click this link!

#finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #hunger games catching fire #hunger games fanfiction #finnick odair fanfic #and they'd find us in a week

[teecupangel]

Hello. Hope you're feeling good.

I was wondering if assassins in modern au weren't assassin and just lived like normal people what was their job?

Hi, nonny. I'm doing good. Just found some time to rest up after all the moving and unpacking XD

Oooohhh, I like this ask, nonny, but Imma cheat a bit and use a lot of my answers from the modern-day fic I wrote last year XD

Altaïr

I think this will depend on how much you want to reference Altaïr’s upbringing in AC1.

If you want an almost beat-by-beat reference, Altaïr will be heading some kind of PMC that he ‘inherited’ from his foster grandfather. He’s born into the family business and it’s the only life he knows. Reading about new tech helps make the PMC always be up to date with their equipment but Altaïr usually reads any kind of scientific advancement on his down time.

If you want to give him more freedom to choose his own path, his scholarly nature would make him a job in the field of science or history (with philosophy being a favorite hobby of his)

History: more on archaeology who mainly does fieldwork, sometimes goes to conventions and symposiums to talk about his team’s latest finds. His journals detailing each day when he’s in the field are usually published and a lot of people in the field enjoy reading his thoughts… even if he sometimes gets off track and there’s suddenly a drawing of the person he loves in one of the pages…

Science: owner of a privately-funded research and development company (might even have funded it from the inheritance he got from his foster grandfather) and actually leads one of the teams. The company focuses on researching and developing new tech that would make life easier for everyone although Altaïr does have a notebook filled with the deadliest ideas for weapons that he doesn’t really have any plans to make.

Ezio

Definitely born into a rich family that operates one of the oldest banks in Italy and he’s being trained to be a COO. Would have summer jobs in one of their banks.

His passion though lies in the arts and he would paint whenever he needs to relax. His parents agreed for him to take art classes because they want to support him (and Federico is meant to inherit the business anyway).

He meets his best friend in art class and they start a friendly competition of painting the same thing.

His friend is the one who gets recognized but that’s fine with him. He paints because it relaxes him, he’s not there for the spotlight.

Their banks would have framed paintings of his and he still paints as a hobby.

He mostly works for the family bank as a foreign representative, going to other countries to help out a new branch, train the new management, and sometimes talk to possible clients and partners.

Ratonhnhaké:ton

His father wants him to inherit the family business but he decides to take over his mother’s job as the representative of their tribe and the usual liaison that talks to outsiders.

His mother is currently a judge in tribal courts.

He also works similarly to a park ranger and would check their lands regularly, making sure nobody trespasses or hunts in the nearby forests.

The Kenways:

Edward married a socialite named Tessa Kenway a few years after the death of his first wife.

Before that, he used to be a captain of a freight ship. With Tessa’s money, he started his own freight shipping company.

He’s now retired with his son taking over his company and lives with his wife in Kenway mansion. He sometimes visit his son and grandson to annoy his son and to just ‘hang out’ (“Isn’t that what you kids say nowadays?” “… yes. I suppose so?””) with his grandson.

His oldest daughter (from his first marriage) ran away from home after they tried to get her engaged to a rich dude, Edward knows she’s living with Mary and Anne, two old buddies of Edward during his freight ship captain’ing days and visits sometimes. He didn’t tell Tessa though (it was Tessa’s idea to marry her off) because he doesn’t want things to escalate and Tessa has a suspicion that he’s having an affair with Mary or Anne (or both!) while Haytham learned that his sister is fine and living her best life when he tried to catch his father cheating for his mother.

Even in a modern day AU, the Kenways will still have drama. Them’s the rules.

Desmond:

Ran away from a very isolated community that may have been cultists or just really ‘we don’t trust the government’ kind of hippies. Desmond likes to joke both.

Works for a bar that has a new owner who isn’t afraid to try out new things.

Desmond thinks he’s flying by the seat of his pants but his heart is in the right place so Desmond tries to be supportive.

Also… he was given the go signal to adjust the drinks menu and make new drinks so that’s an automatic ‘that’s my boss and I support his decisions!’ for him.

Shirley Templar is his signature drink. He’s other signature drink is “Desmond Take The Wheel” which is just him preparing whatever the hell he wants for a customer who cannot take back the drink because that is what they ordered.

Shay:

Used to work for a freight ship with his dad being his captain together with his best friend Liam.

Hope works as a logistics support for the company they work for and also a radio operator when things get hectic. Shay and Hope may have been flirting on the radio for a while (much to his father’s amusement).

The company they’re working for started making really bad decisions after the owner lost his wife and son. Liam was transferred to another freight ship to be its captain and, during just a routine job, they got hit by a massive storm too far off the nearest coast which they wouldn’t have hit had their course not been switched an hour before their departure.

Shay’s father and a lot of the crew died that day and Shay blamed the owner because the route was approved by him. He refused to settle and lost with the cause being given as damnum fatale.

Haytham scouted him soon after and he was a captain first before being elevated to Head Logistics Officer.

Arno

He owns a cafe that once belonged to his uncle (not related to him but was a close friend of his father).

He’s been arrested for disorderly conduct (he was suppppeeer drunk and his longtime girlfriend/childhood friend just broke up with him) but the officers pitied him so they just let him sleep it off in one of the cells. The dude on the other cell started singing along when Arno began to sing sad love songs. Both of them were drunk though so they made the police officer giving them an easy time… well… a hard time.

He uses the profit he got from the cafe he inherited to buy more establishments.

He’s now focused on learning how to make a bar profitable… by buying a bar.

Jacob

He was the one in the other cell. He got into a bar fight but he wasn’t that drunk. The officers heard the fight happen because some slurs about Jacob’s sexual preferences were shouted by the other dude so the officer just left Jacob with a warning.

He’s actually the owner of a small orphanage and has an out-of-school youth program that usually helps children from high-risk areas. All of this is funded by his family (to be more exact, his sister).

He has a degree in pediatrics and this is his dream job.

This might (if the rumors were true) have been because he had been an unwitting accessory to a tragic fire as a young man that led to the death of children.

He has an adopted son named Jack.

Evie

Doctor, got top marks in her batch, and continued their late father’s job as a concierge doctor. She took over her father’s patients who are all quite wealthy (including the Kenways).

On her vacations, she would join her long-time boyfriend (“You married yet?” “No, Jacob. Jayadeep and I believe-” “Yes, yes, if it happens, it happens, blah, blah, blah.”) who is part of Doctors Without Borders.

She’s officially the head of the Frye family which she inherited from their father but she always gives Jacob his share (“So you’re still a trustfund baby.” “Pretty much, I guess. My sister loves me… as long as she doesn’t have to hear about my latest dumb stunt.”) while also donating a lot to his orphanage and program.

There are rumors that it’s a money laundering thing but that’s unfounded.

Bayek

The police officer who had to suffer thru Arno’s drunken singing of his ex’s beautiful flaming hair and Jacob’s sulking.

Almost always gets the graveyard shift so his fellow officers can go home and spend them with their families.

Used to be married, and had a divorce after a hit-and-run killed their only son, he still has a picture of his family on his table and everyone knows he still loves his ex but the death of their child was too much for both of them.

His ex may or may not be part of the government’s secret intelligence gathering bureau… maybe. Bayek does not know and does not want to know as he doesn’t want to risk her job in any way IF she was an actual spy.

Layla:

Still works for Abstergo and still has a feud going on with Sofia Rikkins.

Kinda friends with Lucy and Daniel Cross, enjoys adding chaos to annoy Berg if she knows she can get away with (or make someone like Robert take the fall).

Likes to drink in Desmond’s bar (technically Arno’s) and always takes the “Desmond takes the wheel” option.

Okay, so these ones aren’t Assassins or Hidden Ones (officially) but I kinda felt bad leaving them out since I wrote about Bayek.

Kassandra

MMA fighter who came from a military family.

Had a falling out with her stepfather when she was young and she left. It’s not clear if she left on her own or if she was kicked out and she doesn’t like to talk about it.

She only talks to her younger brother although her mother is trying to mend broken bridges… it… isn’t really working… unfortunately.

Her brother is in the army per the traditions of their family and she always worries about him.

Eivor

Spokesperson for her foster brother and working to help out for his reelection at the moment.

Her passion is in poetry though (and drinking everyone under but that’s more of a pastime) and she’s working on compiling her poems into a book. Her poems are quite beautiful but tend to be on the side of trash-talking certain types of people.

It took months but the ravens/crows around the area of her home now recognize her and would leave trinkets as a thank you for always feeding them.

Note: not a lawyer so I’m not sure if damnum fatale can be used for Shay’s part but Imma wave my fanfic writer card.

#i added desmond and layla because i wanted to #modern day au #is this #fic idea: assassin's creed #or #headcanon: assassin's creed #idk #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #edward kenway #haytham kenway #shay cormac #arno dorian #evie frye #jacob frye #bayek of siwa #kassandra of sparta #eivor varinsdóttir #layla hassan

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1/2 Hi Sarah! I have seen so much excitement about Taylor's new relationship, and while I'm happy for her, it feels like the Twilight Zone, because this was the vibe during original 1989 when she was with CH. It's been largely rewritten, but people were THRILLED with the photogenic pairing of TS+CH. I remember their awkward AF "one year" video and people saying she looked so happy, and now people joke it looks like a hostage situation and widely hate on CH. I recently saw a sneaky (unethical)

2/2 video of Taylor and Travis where he ignores something she says to him for a while, and I just want to remind everyone that we do not know the inner workings of her life. In the same way, I want to remind everyone that we were all enamored by Joe a few short years ago. His narrative has been rewritten as well, but Joe was the first openly supportive bf Taylor had, and he always looked proud of her on tour and attentive. She deserves even MORE support, but let's all keep perspective <3

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Hi! Not to be all “I’d very much like to be excluded from this narrative” about this because I’m aware the point of this message is in emphasizing context, perspective, and encouraging a reasonable level of emotional distance over emotional investment due to the para-oh who cares of it all (which is not a bad thing!) and also we’re talking about the *waves arm* general at large feels and if it doesn’t apply to you it isn’t about you … But! Lol. Not all of us were enamoured about either of these relationships when they were happening and still don’t now that they’re over.

I also think some, and by that I mean many, are just happy to be along for the narrative ride of Taylor’s life and feeling feelings over that because we - parachute socialite aside - do care about her and are invested in her life and use her work as a gateway to understanding our own feelings as we relate her music to our own lives. And that includes availing ourselves of the highs and lows and entries and exits of the people closest to her and what vulnerabilities in her story she permits us to know about.

I don’t care to encourage either safeguarding or villifying the histories of these men because they are merely supporting characters in the story that I actually care about and am invested in. And I don’t need to put my energy into their stories because I was never here for their stories. I was here for their role in HER story and then in how her story helped me understand mine. I get that that is my personal experience and I understand if other people have differing levels of interest and act accordingly based on that but just wanted to offer another POV that I think can help w perspective. 💚

(And also fwiw as a She’s The Man-esque completely objective third party with no interest in the matter whatsoever [excellent quote, lives in my head rent free]- neither of CH or JA’s narratives have been rewritten. Their stories just got added to appropriately as things unfolded. That’s how life and time work - constantly adjusting and moving forward).

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Helena Bertinelli/Barbara Gordon Role Swap AU

Helena is more or less your typical mob princess socialite. Pretty, a little frivolous, largely ignoring the family business. She’s working her way through an English degree she doesn’t know what she’ll do with and is largely bored with her life.

Things change when, on a whim, she goes to a costume party dressed as a female version of Batman, her father’s rival.

On the way home from the party, she runs into none other than Bruce Wayne in the middle of a kidnapping attempt.

Helena has enough self defense training to keep herself safe. Enough to give her enough confidence to do something.

Of course, Bruce Wayne is actually Batman, and the kidnapping was all part of one of his plans… One thing leads to another and it ends with Helena operating as Batgirl full time.

Helena has a good relationship with her family. She loves her dad. Her dad loves her. That core truth doesn’t change when she starts going out as Batgirl. Her dad doesn’t know that his daughter’s working with one of his greatest enemies and Helena intends to keep it that way.

Now, this could go any number of ways, but in the older comics (I’m not sure where the comics ages have their boundaries), it’s played for goofy dramatic irony. Isn’t it wild how father and daughter get along by day and are rivals by night?

Their relationship becomes more complex as comics grow grittier. Helena is torn between the love and family that the mafia offers and the moral depravity they operate with. She ultimately affirms the moral superiority of the works she does with Batman, but is still a little uneasy with the way it pits her against the people she loves. As she gets older and finishes a degree or two, Helena decides to step away from the night work, believing that she can do more good as a teacher. 

This decision ends in tragedy when a random terrorist attack by the Joker leaves her paralyzed from the waist down. She’s shot while protecting her students.

(I think that in this universe, the mafia should get to kill the joker in revenge, as a treat. Probably not before Jason dies though, because we’ve got to operate at least roughly parallel to canon.)

She struggles in the aftermath of her injury before ultimately becoming Oracle.

As Oracle, Helena’s connections to the mafia give her new sources of information, as well as new sources of conflict. She chafes against her father’s new protectiveness.

But let's switch our focus to Barbara Gordon.

The daughter of one of the few non corrupt cops in Gotham, Barbara becomes caught in the crossfire of the endless battle between the Batman and crime. An ordinary family dinner turns tragic when mob operatives attack, after Gordon because of his connection with Batman. It becomes a massacre. Barbara is the only survivor.

Fearing for her life, she goes into hiding, finding an old friend of her father’s to teach her how to defend herself. She learns to fight, to track, to kill, and becomes the Huntress.

The thing about this AU is that killing off Jim Gordon for Barbara’s character development has all sorts of fun repercussions. Batman is much more separate from the GCPD, for one. With his one ally dead, anyone remaining who sympathizes with him is cautious, unwilling to be the next caught in the crosshairs. The Gordon massacre is a message and a very effective one at that.

The fact that it is Gordon’s daughter who is the Huntress also has its own effects on the relationship between her and Batman. We’re reversing the Batman daddy issues here.

Batman views Barbara as a daughter figure. This is not reciprocated. He feels a duty to her as a result of his relationship with her father. She has little patience for his paternalistic attitude toward her and his attempts at redeeming her.

We will keep the Nightwing/Huntress one-night stand in this au because untenable love with DickBabs sounds like something that could be fun. 

Tim also hangs out with both Helena and Barbara, but we’re not getting into that here.

I’m starting to run out of page space in the notebook I’m writing this in, so we’re going to skip ahead to No Man’s Land.

Helena’s decision to remain in No Man's Land sparks one of the worst arguments she’s ever had with her dad. He doesn’t want her to stay. He says he should pull out with the rest of them. He says it's too dangerous. She refuses to be talked out of it, and as the bridges are blown, she can’t help being agonized over if she’ll ever see him again to make up.

Barbara’s decision to wear the bat symbol proves to be divisive between Oracle and Batman. The fact that it’s Gordon’s daughter, that this is someone Batman has been trying to redeem, leads her to see it as him grooming Barabara to replace who she was.

Batman is more willing to work with Barbara and, after the mess with Two Face, seems more willing to forgive her failure as well. Cassandra’s emergence and Helena pushing her forward as the next Batgirl is motivated in part by her relationship with the girl, and in part by a desire to wrest back control over her legacy.

Umm, eventually Helena and Barbara resolve their differences when Huntress enters her Birds of Prey era, which I haven’t read yet, so we’ll leave this one here for now.

#helena bertinelli #barbara gordon #the cooler gotham antihero #helena babs roles swap #my au ideas #role swap au #huntress #oracle #batgirl #the first of the role swaps aus! #technically the second one I came up with #but this one's also shorter which means it's easier to get cleaned up #carthago delenda est #dc #bats + birds + affiliated

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also hello again idk if this can be considered A Prompt, but please turn the mob boss!steve stevetony bullet points fic thingy you made into a full-fledged fic.................. because it lives in my head rent free and i am Obsessed with it. but also please only write it if you want to, thank you. no pressure, love you either way. muah.

You'll still have to wait a little longer on Lover, but here's a snippet set after Lover to tide you over until then! 😊😊😊

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Tony has been dancing for close to an hour when his feet start hurting him badly enough to drive him off the club dancefloor. The lights are flashing blue and red and green, adding to the throbbing headache he’s had all day that he ignored in favor of going out tonight. It might not have been the smart choice, but Tony’s young still, and isn’t that what youth is all about? Making bad choices and damning the consequences?

He staggers over to the bar, wondering if Steve will be upset if he goes upstairs. Steve doesn’t normally mind—he likes it actually when Tony goes in to pester him during his meetings; it’s a status symbol to have the last Stark curled up on his lap—but Captain Fury is the sort of reluctant ally that Steve doesn’t want him around in case things sour and there’s a shootout. Most people would hesitate to use Tony as leverage against Steve after what he did to Hell’s Kitchen. Not Fury though.

“Hey, sweetling,” Clint says cheerfully as Tony plops himself down on one of the few empty stools, turning away from the customer who had been in the middle of ordering.

“Hey! I was—”

Clint very deliberately reaches up and turns off his hearing aid. The customer huffs something about never returning to this club again if this is the service she gets and don’t they know who she is and stalks off. Tony doesn’t believe her. Iron is Steve’s newest club and it’s been beating out the other clubs in the area since it opened, both in popularity and quality. If she’s really the young socialite she was claiming to be, she’ll be back. She’ll want to get seen here.

“What can I make for you today?” Clint asks him as he turns his hearing aid back on, already reaching for the grenadine.

“Can I get a Lover?” Tony calls over the music.

“Sure thing,” Clint says. He grabs the gold sugar crystals, tosses them up in the air, and spins around, grabbing a glass and the cherry vodka before turning just in time to catch the sugar jar. The other patrons sitting at the bar makes awed noises—one of them even claps—but Tony just snickers to himself. He wonders what they would say if they knew that this is one of the only places Clint is actually graceful.

Here, and with a sniper’s rifle in his hands.

“Hey, can I go upstairs today?” he asks.

Clint doesn’t even hesitate in pouring grenadine into the glass. “Steve didn’t give us instructions that you couldn’t.”

Someone scoffs further down the bar. “Right, like he’s gonna make it past those bouncers. I come here every Friday, and no one’s ever allowed upstairs. Some fucking VIP lounge.”

Tony takes his glass and dumps four maraschino cherries into it. Most people would only get two, but Tony pretty much has free rein over the place and he likes cherries.

“Yeah, well,” he says, hopping off the stool, “when you start fucking the boss, then you can go upstairs.”

He pushes his way through the crowd, catching the last drifts of conversation from the bar as he disappears into the throng of people, someone commenting that the Lover is much less pink than they were expecting. Well, and it wouldn’t be very pink, now would it? The Lover is Tony’s drink, and it’s made specifically to highlight his favorite colors, red and gold.

Bucky is the bouncer on duty tonight, his metal arm gleaming lowly in the flashing lights. He doesn’t smile when Tony sidles up beside him, too busy maintaining his fierce, scowly persona, but he doesn’t stop Tony from going up the stairs.

“Thanks, Buckaroo,” Tony says, carefully nudging his side as he watches his drink to make sure it doesn’t spill. Clint has a habit of being overly generous with his pours.

“He’s in a bad mood tonight,” Bucky tells him. “Cheer him up, would you? Yelena brought back someone to interrogate later. She probably won’t appreciate it if Steve kills him before she has a chance to bring out her knives.”

Tony sighs, “Oh, if I must,” which cracks the tiniest of smirks out of Bucky.

He saunters upstairs, pausing at the top to slip off his heels as he assesses the situation. Bucky hadn’t been lying. Steve is tense-with-a-capital-t, and Tony can only imagine the hours he’ll spend later working the kinks out of Steve’s shoulders before they fall asleep. Captain Fury of the local precinct, whose number escapes Tony’s mind because all he cares to knows about them is that they’re irritatingly difficult to bribe, isn’t looking much better at least. Tony would be a lot more worried if he looked smug. The last time he looked smug Pietro had just been arrested.

He picks up his heels and walks across the floor—always kept meticulously clean at Steve’s orders—in his stockinged feet. He hopes Steve likes the fishnets he bought. Considering Steve keeps ripping them when he rolls them down Tony’s legs, he thinks it’s safe to bet that they’re his favorite.

Fury spots him first, an inaudible sigh escaping his mouth. Steve doesn’t look, but then again, he doesn’t have to. The mirrors upstairs are strategically placed so Steve can see every corner of the level just by looking at a single mirror. He spots Tony in one of them and visibly relaxes, some of the tension disappearing from his shoulders.

Tony pads over to the table, drops his heels onto the floor and his drink on the table, and slides into the booth to curl up into Steve’s side. After a moment, Steve reaches an arm around him to tug him into his lap, situating Tony on his side so he can still reach his drink. Tony tucks his head under Steve’s chin, takes a few sips of his drink, and then closes his eyes, letting himself drift. Steve and Captain Fury are talking about something over his head, but he doesn’t pay a lot of attention to it other than acknowledging that they’re obliquely dancing around something that Steve wants Fury to do.

Steve has a complicated relationship with Fury. He’s got just about other captain in his territory under his thumb with Fury as the last holdout. And it’s not that Tony thinks he’s too good and noble to be working for someone else on the side. Fury’s too sneaky to be above taking bribes and looking the other way, especially when it comes to someone like Steve, who really does just want what’s best for the neighborhood, which isn’t and never has been the police. No, Tony thinks it all boils down to Fury thinking he’s above working for some common mob boss, as though Steve is a common anything. Fury has designs, and he's ambitious, and Tony’s pretty sure that he’s gunning for the chief of police position, currently held by Benjamin Keller if Tony remembers his politics correctly, who is aging and at the point of retirement. It would probably for the best if they could get Fury out of their territory, even if it means giving him what he wants, if only for the fact that Fury keeps stymieing Steve’s plans.

He starts tapping his fingers against Steve’s chest, movements small enough that Fury won’t be able to see them where he is and slow enough that even if he does, he won’t figure out it’s Morse code. He stops eventually as Steve pauses to take a long sip of his scotch and lets his fingers curl back into Steve’s shirt.

“How’s Chief Keller?” Steve says eventually, putting his drink back on the table. “I haven’t seen him around Howlies recently.”

“He’s got heart problems,” Fury says somewhat reluctantly. “Doc said he needed to quit drinking.”

“That’s a shame.” Steve’s voice is perfectly idle, like he doesn’t really care what’s going on with the chief of police. “I imagine he’s looking into retiring soon?”

There’s a pause and then Fury chuckles lowly. “I see what you’re doing there, Rogers. Trying to dangle something I want so I’ll do what you want.”

“Well, no one ever accused you of stupidity.”

Tony can just imagine the look of outrage on Fury’s face. He tucks his face further into Steve’s shirt to hide the way he giggles at the thought. This is a delicate stage, and Tony doesn’t want to fuck it up by laughing and offending the captain. At the movement, he feels Steve’s hand, which had been resting on his thigh, climb up under his shirt to stroke the bare skin at his hip. Tony’s breath hitches the way it always does when Steve touches him like this, trembling at just the smallest of touches, which oh so coincidentally gives him an excuse for his shoulders shaking.

“I don’t go for bribes,” Fury warns.

“Yeah, I got that.” Probably only Tony could pick up on the irritation in Steve’s voice. “But, really, Nick, this isn’t even a bribe. I just want you out of the way, and I figured giving you what you want is a better option than having one of my people visit you one night. And, really, it’s not like it’s never been done before. Even Keller got where he was with Maria Carbonell’s support.”

It’s a calculated comment, one that’s meant to remind Fury of just who he’s dealing with. As Tony had thought earlier, whoever has the last of the Starks—the last of the Carbonells—has the most power in the city, and Steve has had Tony from the very first time he bought him a drink.

Tony can feel Fury’s eyes on him for a very long time before he finally asks, “How long do you expect me to dance with the devil?”

“Not long,” Steve replies noncommittally. It’s a non-answer, and they all know it, but Steve’s got Fury backed into a corner here. Steve holds a lot of sway in this city, and if Fury turns down the offer in favor of trying to get the position on his own merit, getting what he wants will never happen. Short of moving to the other side of the continent, Fury will see a cold grave before he sees the office he wants.

“Fine,” Fury says eventually, his tone making it painfully obvious that he’s not happy about this turn of events.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Steve says, pleasant now that he’s gotten his way. “Natasha, can you see the captain out?”

There’s a muffled thump as though Fury jumps when Natasha melts out of the shadows. Tony grins, no longer worried about Fury seeing it. Everyone reacts that way when Natasha somehow just appears beside them. It’s why Steve always uses her for meetings and why Tony enjoys sitting in on them. He always loves seeing their reaction. His favorite was the Hydra thug who was so surprised to see her that he tried to whip out his gun. He didn’t have his gun for very long—or his head, for that matter.

“Make sure he makes it home safely,” Steve adds as Natasha follows Fury out. “It’s still that little brownstone by the park, right? With the family right next door? I heard they’re expecting their second child soon. Please pass them my congratulations.”

Fury misses a step, the sound audible on the hardwood floors.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve says eventually, probably after Fury is long gone. “Have a good day today?”

“That was mean,” Tony murmurs. “You wouldn’t do anything to hurt that family.”

“Of course I wouldn’t,” Steve agrees, and he wouldn’t. Steve loves children (and Tony loves seeing him with children). “But he was getting a little too cocky during our meeting.” He kisses the top of Tony’s head. “You had lots of thoughts about getting him out of our territory, sweetheart. Something going on that I should be aware of?”

When Tony first started sleeping with Steve, he told him straight up that he wanted nothing to do with his organization outside of giving him the information he would need to take down Obadiah Stane. He’s gotten a little bit laxer about that since then—people tend to underestimate Tony. He has his mother’s looks, who ran the Starks from behind the scenes, instead of his father’s, and he’s been called a pretty boy by nearly everyone who’s ever dated him, including Steve. It makes him an ideal informant because people look at him, see Steve’s whore, and dismiss him.

Big mistake.

“You were never going to get him to agree to work for you,” he says. “The more you meet with him, the more chances he has to snoop where he isn’t wanted or put pieces together.” He presses a kiss into the hollow of Steve’s throat, enjoying the way it rumbles against his lips when Steve makes a low, wanting noise. “But you put him in the position he wants, it’s a lot harder to wriggle his way out of owing you a favor. Mama used to have Howard do it all the time. That’s how Judge Phillips ended up working for us—and now you. And when I stopped by the precinct earlier today, I found out that Lieutenant Danvers’ wife just had a baby. She’s worried about finances and how they’ll afford a baby on a lieutenant’s salary when Maria had to quit her job because she had complications during the pregnancy—and she’s Fury’s favorite.”

“Clever,” Steve hums. He tilts Tony’s chin up to kiss him long and slow. Tony sighs into the kiss, hands twining around Steve’s neck. Steve’s hands slide back down his body, fingers hooking around the netting of his tights. “I like these on you.”

“Mmm, I can tell by the way you keep ripping them off me.”

“You know I’ll pay to have them replaced. You ready to get out of here?”

Tony doesn’t even have to think about it, just stretches up for another kiss that Steve gladly gives him. “Always.”

#stevetony #alle writes #alle answers #if you like please reblog

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The Daily Dad — Dec 21, 2023

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Tom Cruise, 61, spotted canoodling with Russian socialite, 36, who has $1M handbag collection: report 💭 Does a gentleman canoodle before or after finger-banging his lady fair?

Donald Trump Used to Get Nazi Greeting at Work: Ivana 💭 I’m less struck by Trump’s everyday fetishization of genocidal lunatics than by the blasé reaction of everyone around him. He was never crazy-rich, after all, and his zero-sum greed was legendary… so kissing his ass wasn’t that profitable. I feel like people just “let it go” because it was impossible to take seriously the actions of such a trivial man.

The Scott Pilgrim Anime Backlash, Explained ❝ Netflix’s Scott Pilgrim Takes Off doesn’t adapt the source material, and reactions have been mixed

They Didn’t Ask to Go Viral. Posting on Social Media Without Consent Is Immoral 💭 Mass-media outlets used to conduct themselves with a level of decorum: they’d illustrate a story about obesity with a sidewalk shot of dozens of fat people, but they’d always crop out or blur the heads. Today’s internet prank fucks and click-chasing scolds have no concept of restraint. And this is why we can’t have nice things.

Suspects can refuse to provide phone passcodes to police, court rules ❝ Phone-unlocking case law is "total mess," may be ripe for Supreme Court review.

Gossip TikToks Are Carving Away Privacy IRL 💭 This is super-creepy, and is one of those weird little phenomena that are actually more relevant to day-to-day life than the techno-panic over a half-dozen dumbfucks deliriously jerking off to Bin Laden’s manifesto on TikTok.

Gen Z falls for online scams more than their boomer grandparents do 💭 Well of course they do. Boomer grandparents get scammed via phone calls, while the Permanently Online get screwed via text. Into every generation are born a host of dumbasses.

Lara Croft: The Art of Virtual Seduction is the ultimate cringey relic of late '90s game advertising 💭 I can honestly say that nothing about ‘90s Lara Croft ever gave me a boner, but the novelty of the character design did make me play the original game for an hour or two more than I would have if Lara had been replaced by a more masculine set of triangles.

Twitch immediately rescinds its artistic nudity policy ❝ Mere days after Twitch updated its content policy to permit certain kinds of sexual content, the platform has withdrawn the portion of the policy permitting “artistic nudity.”

The buttons on Zenith’s original ‘clicker’ remote were a mechanical marvel 💭 We had one of these when I was a kid, and their mechanical nature meant that most primordial dads were super-protective of their Space Commands. It was entirely possible to wear out the mechanism, so no one else was allowed to touch The Precious. Naturally, I clicked the fuck out of it anytime he was gone.

John Waters and David Lynch really love Lana Del Rey ❝ This isn’t the first time Waters has praised Del Rey. “She’s very David Lynch to me,” he added in the RS interview. “She infuriates people, but I think she’s in on it. I really want her to hook up with David Lynch, because he produces great albums these days.”

Next Beeper Mini Fix Requires Users to Have a Mac - MacRumors 💭 This whole micro-drama is like watching a bored cat playing with an ambitiously stupid mouse.

Walton Goggins' Fallout Role Is Far More Interesting Than It May Seem ❝ Nolan also revealed that they intentionally dialed back on The Ghoul’s prosthetics in order to ensure that Goggins’ performance comes through all that makeup. As Nolan explains, the team didn’t want to hinder the reasons they cast Goggins in the first place by burying him in makeup.

Holly Marie Combs Reveals That 'Charmed' Co-Star Alyssa Milano Got Shannen Doherty Fired: "By Today's Standards, It Wouldn’t F***ing Fly" ❝ And he said, ‘We didn’t mean to.’ He said that we’ve been backed into this corner. We’re basically in a position where it’s one or the other. We were told that’s her or me, and Alyssa [Milano] has threatened to sue us for a hostile workplace environment.

2023 in social media: the case for the fediverse ❝ A new kind of social internet is currently forming. Right now it might still look like “Twitter and Reddit, only different,” but that’s only the very beginning of what’s to come. Hopefully.

GoodLinks Adds Even Deeper Shortcuts Integration with Ability to Retrieve Current Article, Selections, and More 💭 I’m experimenting with using this as the basis for my Daily Dad workflow… unlike the previous process, I can write these blurbs outside Tumblr and keep them searchable and organized in a dedicated datastore. We’ll see how it works.

#news

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Year of the Bat - Number 22

Welcome to Year of the Bat! In honor of Kevin Conroy, Arleen Sorkin, and Richard Moll, I’m counting down my Top 31 Favorite Episodes of “Batman: The Animated Series” throughout this January. TODAY’S EPISODE QUOTE: “All I wanted from you, dearie, was a little friendship! That would have cost you nothing!” Number 22 is…Birds of a Feather.

Much like Catwoman, the Penguin was a villain who was slightly shortchanged in the Animated Series, some would argue. Which is ironic because, in my opinion, the Animated Series gave us probably the best and most definitive take on the character there’s ever been. Why? Well, as I’ve said in the past, it’s because I feel the Penguin in this show sort of had a little something for everyone: in the first three seasons, he was depicted with a design inspired by the Danny DeVito version from “Batman: Returns,” due to a studio mandate by Warner Bros. His personality and methodology, however, was what you might call “Classic Penguin,” with him acting as an eccentric (but not deranged) gentleman thief. In the fourth season, things changed: now the Penguin had a more “Classic” design, making him appear more human and less grotesque, but his role as a gangster operating out of the Iceberg Lounge was more in line with the “Modern Penguin” most people are more familiar with today. So, no matter how you preferred your Pengy – more classic, more modern, more human, more monstrous – you kind of had your whole cake and could eat it, too. Despite this, most of Penguin’s appearances essentially just used him as the villain of the week, so to speak. He was never really the focal character, just a supporting rogue, or the chosen antagonist. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it did make him feel a little less interesting when compared to a lot of other villains in the series. One grand and glorious exception to this rule, however, has stood out over time: a somewhat more obscure episode entitled “Birds of a Feather.”

The plot is a classic “Villain Reform Episode,” as the Penguin vows to go straight…and actually means it! He genuinely wants to turn over a new leaf and start a new life. Unfortunately, he finds this to be more difficult than he expected…and his endeavors are only made more problematic by the introduction of a young lady named Veronica Vreeland. Veronica is a good friend of Bruce Wayne’s, and became a recurring character in the series; she’s a rich and somewhat spoiled socialite, whose privileged existence does lead to conflict…but her heart is usually in the right place, all the same. (Think of her as SORT OF like Charlotte from “Princess and the Frog,” from you Disney fans…just…way less hyperactive.) In this episode, Veronica – under some peer pressure from other wealthy friends of hers – begins to form a bond with Penguin, under the pretense of eventually inviting him to a big party she’s hosting.

Veronica is not doing this out of the goodness of her heart. The intention is that Oswald will be “part of the entertainment,” able to embarrass everybody that Veronica doesn’t like, and amuse everyone else. He’s essentially being treated as a clown, and he doesn’t even know it. All the while, Penguin starts to form romantic feelings for the young woman…and Veronica’s conscience starts to get the better of her, as she starts to form an affectionate attachment towards Penguin, as well. Of course, this being Gotham City, this can only lead to anything EXCEPT a happy ending. What’s great about the episode is the duality of its twin leads, and the way they get along. Penguin puts on the airs of an overblown aristocrat, but he’s not treated as a member of the social elite at all. He lives in squalor and is seen as a laughingstock at best, and a menace to society at worst. You truly feel bad for Penguin, because of the way he’s being treated, and because he is so totally sincere in both his desire to change and his hopes to befriend Veronica, or even gain her love. As for Veronica, while what she’s doing is horrible, not only does she see the error of her ways, but you’re given the impression that she’s really doing this to try and be “hip with the cool kids,” more than any innate malicious desire on her own part. Both are flawed people, but both are also not totally wicked in this story; the problem is simply that their desires clash, and by the time either could pull out and save face, it’s far too late. While Penguin was a great villain and had many fine antagonistic roles, it’s this episode that really cemented what a good character he truly was, and it remains something of a cult classic story for the series. It’s not as renowned as tales like “Heart of Ice” or “Mad Love,” but it’s definitely got a lot of fans, and I am certainly among them. Again, this is another episode where I feel bad for placing it so low, but hopefully the ones to come will not disappoint.

Tomorrow we move on to Number 21! Hint: “I’m a civic-minded citizen, with a lot of time on his hands!”

#list #countdown #best #favorites #new year's special #year of the bat #top 31 btas episodes #btas #batman: the animated series #dcau #dc #batman #animation #tv #number 22 #birds of a feather #penguin #oswald cobblepot #veronica vreeland

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Been thinking a lot about TURN: Washington’s Spies and the American Revolution lately. So here’s every original character I can theoretically stick into that universe… @eurydicefades 🫡

American Revolution podcast.

American Revolution: playlist.

TURN: playlist.

Benjamin Tallmadge: playlist.

Rococo playlist.

French History podcast.

In no particular order…

Audrey: based on Kitty Fisher and Charlotte Hayes, born 1750, turned 1780 at the age of 30. Well-to-do sex worker, coquette, disowned daughter of a Viscount. Abolitionist. She/they, bisexual-polyam. Vampire.

Camille: based on Mary Wollstonecraft and various French Revolution ladies. Audrey’s half sister, unlike her, never disowned, still hates her Viscount father. Abolitionist, anti-monarchist, pamphlet writer, and social climber. Turned into a vampire in 1790. She/her, bi. Vampire.

Artémise: Dutch and Black-Creole New York socialite, spy for the culper ring, and violinist. An informant, a fashionista, bit of diva, excellent listener. Will sell you out to Benjamin Tallmadge. She/her, bi.

Benjamin Fisher: Benjamin Tallmadge, vampire/anti-hero arc. He/him, bi (closeted). Staff to Washington, from New York, trying really hard to be good, but vampirism won’t let him. Turned by Audrey in 1781. Vampire.

Charles: Colonel in the British army. Good at following orders, only doesn’t like his job. It’s a constant existential crisis, he knows neither side is right, he’s sworn to the British by duty not by choice. Scottish and French, English born. Based vaguely on Ross Poldark. He/him, bi. Has a deceased wife and daughter he’s still mourning.

Eliott: Spy for the British army. Follows orders for social gain and security, not cause he wants to. Poet turned spy, he/him, bi. Much like Tallmadge, he is a young man, having control taken from him far too often. Really just doesn’t want to be hung as a traitor to the crown. Irish and Catholic. Hates all of the army, expect Major André and Simcoe.

Carlotta aka Charlotte: French socialite, unknowing informant to the Patriots. She/her, bi. Somewhere between culper ring spy and French nobility looking to escape France due to pending revolution back home. 1/2 characters here who are not made for battle situations.

Edith: Maryland based loyalist, loyalist out of love for her family. She/her, bi (closeted). Catholic but very English. A civilian caught in a bad situation, didn’t do anything wrong, unless love for one’s family is a sin. Honestly reminds me of a Liberty’s Kids character and Sarah Livingston (Turn) but younger. Of marriageable age (24), good natured, well meaning, loyalty to what she deems moral just has her in a bad situation.

Harriet: Boston based dress maker and painter, sometimes pamphlet writer. Free woman of global majority (colour), Black and Welsh. She/her, bi. Yet another civilian caught in a war they didn’t ask for. Declares neutrality to survive, probably more on the side of the continental army, but she’d rather not the gallows.

Verity, Nancy & Sally/the tombeor polycule: their last name isn’t actually their last name, it’s a French title meaning “performer.” Like a code name. A polycule of three black/Irish sex worker women who are all dating each other and their clients, at the same time, she/her(s) all bi-poly-sapphic. Sex workers and spies for the culper ring, but their loyalty isn’t a cheap. Technically they declare themselves neutral in the war, it’s all lies.

#meera answers #ashfordlabs #answered #oc: Audrey #oc: camille #oc: artémise #oc: Benjamin fisher #oc: charles #oc: Eliott Baird #oc: Carlotta #oc: edith #oc: Harriet #oc: verity #oc: sally #oc: Nancy #18th century #american revolution #turn: washington's spies #bisexual #turn washington's spies #amc turn #turn amc #queer #lgbtq+ #vampires #monstrous other #writing historical fiction #historical fiction #writing horror #gothic horror

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𓆉⋆｡˚⋆❀ 🐚🫧𓇼 ˖° (  havana rose liu,  cis woman,  she/her  )  —  🎬  just  announced,  DIOR  CHEN  has  been  cast  as  CLEO SERTORI in  the  upcoming  H2O: JUST ADD WATER  reboot.  the  twenty-four  year  old  is  trending  as  people  are  debating  if  the crying selfies on her spam account she forgot to delete, iridescent pink nail polish, a secret twitter account where she rates movie theater lobbies, and eccentric jewelry that  they  are  known  for  is  enough  to  make  them  as  good  as  original.  a  quick  google  search  shows  that  their  fans  call  them observant,  but  internet  trolls  think  they’re  more  spacey.  i  guess  their  newest  interview  for  variety  where  they  talk  about  how she recently started learning to crochet will  let  people  to  know  them  better.

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BASICS:

full name: dior rose chen age: twenty-four gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: she says she lets the stars decide (unlabeled queer) date & place of birth: july 3rd in sydney, australia residence: beverly hills, ca occupation: actor/model faceclaim: havana rose liu similar to: giselle (enchanted), luna lovegood (harry potter), jessica day (new girl), phoebe buffay (friends), alice cullen (twilight), ariel (the little mermaid), penny pingleton (hairspray)

BULLET POINTS:

— born to two very wealthy australian parents with ties to the entertainment industry (an awarded actress mother & esteemed director father), it was really just a matter of time before dior began participating herself. — growing up she enjoyed most of what came with being in an upper class family, more of a socialite than anything else. she acted in various roles as a young girl, but stopped once she turned ten (she preferred drawing, at that point). she began modeling when she turned fourteen, at the recommendation of one of her mother’s friends. this naturally developed into her wanting to resume acting, as it “just seemed fun”. — blissfully unaware of most things & able to be delightfully weird in the way only nepo babies can. she will also fully acknowledge being a nepo baby, because she doesn’t understand viewing it as a bad thing. — most of her acting roles were small, since she was just doing them to have fun. her big break came when she started as belly in the summer i turned pretty, & now being cast as cleo in the h2o reboot (she’s so excited & very eager to play cleo, since she was her favorite of the three as a kid). — known as a spacecase because she kind of is. loves crystals, the moon, & the way water shimmers when light hits it. quite sensitive at times but is easy to make friends with and loves her friends to death (always buying them gifts, the personification of “this reminded me of you so i got it). very go with the flow but as a result is pretty flippant about things.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

— anyone dior accidentally left broken hearted because she’s incapable of realizing when things aren’t just haha funny and are actually serious feelings — flirtationships (it’s dior giggling and sending heart emojis) — dior’s flavor of the week (she thinks she’s in love with every attractive person she passes on the street) — best friend ! the yin to her yang the sun to her stars the person you’d think she’s in love with with how much she clings onto them (she isn’t) (she’ll say she is to confuse everyone). — close friends, maybe people she met growing up in the industry or who she’s seen with a lot. — fwb — frenemies, enemies, idk she’s very easily hated go for it — bad influence on her — anything n everything

PAST ROLES:

— belly conklin in the summer i turned pretty — lamina in the ballads of songbirds and snakes

#2000s.intro

[schrijverr]

Growing Pains [Barbara's POV] 5

Chapter 5 out of 6

Barbara doesn't know who Robin is under the mask, Dick does. This causes some strange interactions as their friendship develops.

In this chapter, Barbara deals with Dick being weird at school, unsure why he's so taken with her. It's not until after her fight with Pamela that Dick messes up and she figures out who he is.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 5: Weird Interest

Dick has been acting weird. Well, it could be that he is acting normal and his normal is weird, since he has been acting weird ever since Barbara first saw him. But he’s acting a different kind of weird now.

He’s stopped mean mugging her like that one random day, but he’s still watching her and Barbara doesn’t know why. What could he want from her?

She can’t figure it out and more time passes. Dick gets more subtle as he studies her. Most their classmates don’t notice he never stopped, hell, she wouldn’t have, but she has something up her sleeve.

Batman has been actually training her for this sort of thing. So of course she notices. Proudly she remembers that Robin hasn’t managed to sneak up on her yet, while she scared the daylights out of him a few nights ago.

For now, it doesn’t occupy her too much. Dick can be a little creeper and stare at her, he hasn’t approached her yet so it’s not really her problem as of now.

Besides, his own ‘friends’ dropped him like it was nothing when he didn’t go along with the Barbara bashing. The shine wore off, she guesses. Maybe he blames her for that, so he’s watching her? Or he is getting desperate.

The latter seems less likely, since many other kids still seem to want to be his friend. He’s rich and famous (most are rich here, not all are famous though) and his foster dad is an icon in the community.

But Dick apparently likes being a loner and a creeper, because he keeps studying her.

However, if you ignore the creepy studying (and everyone does, because only she seems to notice), he is kind and polite, if not a little distant. He smiles easily and never truly sits alone. He is everyone’s friend, yet no one seems close to him. It’s mystifying to Barbara.

A part of her is aware of the fact that Dick was a circus performer before he was taken in by Bruce Wayne.

Not that anyone really forgets, but they don’t seem to realize that it’s not normal how quickly he takes to the socialite life. Is Bruce training him for the cameras? Is he okay? Maybe he is turning to her because she knows what it’s like not to be a rich kid? Or because her dad is the Commissioner.

Hm, maybe she should be worried about Dick? But then again, he was a performer, he probably still is and he could just be adjusting. Barbara has met Bruce Wayne – and she still can’t believe she thought he was Batman for a second there – there isn’t a malicious bone in his body, even if he’s a bit of a coward.

Still, she keeps it in the back of her mind as she allows Dick to watch her. Should something actually be up with him, she doesn’t want to scare him off so much that he doesn’t tell her and if there is nothing- well, she does enough fighting during her night job, so she’s a little tired, but she can definitely take him should he try anything.

The first time they actually speak is a few weeks later. She’s tired and still a little annoyed, because they nearly left her behind last night. If Robin of all people hadn’t noticed and said something, she would have been left to catch up again. It’s getting tiring.

She’s yawning in the back of Mrs. Holland’s class when Dick suddenly turns around. For a moment, she thinks she missed a discussion assignment, but instead Dick randomly asks: “What’s your favorite color?”

“What?” Barbara responds, unable to keep the disbelief out of her voice. Is it a code? Can she remember her dad mentioning anything like it before?

“Oh, yeah, of course, sorry, I should know,” he replies, sounding genuinely apologetic, though Barbara has no clue why, since his response doesn’t at all seem to fit with what she said.

He turns back around and leaves it at that. Barbara wants to shake him until he spills what the hell he’s thinking? Demand him to explain himself. But he seems perfectly fine, shoulders relaxed, no clenched jaw, nothing. None of the signs Batman taught her to look out for.

Maybe Dick is just a weird dude. As long as he keeps his weird contained to school, she would be content to ignore him, but she doesn’t want to risk it. So, she taps him on the shoulder and asks: “Are you okay?” when he turns.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiles, polite as he always is, though it feels a little fake. Like she thought; Weird.

That night Robin gives her a grappler, purple to match her costume, and her favorite color. Her brain itches for a moment, thinking of the question Dick asked at school, but then she looks at Robin again and shakes her head. Exhaustion must be getting to her, there’s no way that the polite weird kid is this rude dickhead… Even if he got her a grappler.

The next day at school, she scrutinizes Dick for a second, who sends her a smile. It’s almost weirder than when he was giving her a mean look and she reminds herself that she doesn’t want to be friends with Dick Grayson as she rolls her eyes and plops down behind him, ignoring him and the way his shoulders sag a little.

And after that things are normal for a bit. Their normal, at least. Dick still watches her, but doesn’t approach. She lets him and pretends she doesn’t notice. Meanwhile outside the classroom she gets more friendly with Robin.

When sitting in school, thinking about patrol gets her through. Batgirl is closer to who she really is and running along the rooftops makes her feel alive. It makes her feel more useful too, beating the shit out of bad guys instead of trying to memorize themes and symbolism or something. When she’s out there, she gets to forget about school and everyone in it and just be her.

So, when she runs into her dad while in costume and he disapproves, it hurts. She already knows he doesn’t like that there are kids out there running around with Batman, that he doesn’t want Barbara specifically near danger, having banned her from becoming a cop. But knowing it already and hearing that her own dad doesn’t know why Batman puts up with her is not the same.

There is a little bit of pride in that he calls her effective and mentions the rumors that she’s the Batman multiplied. However, the bruises of the interaction are still a little tender.

And that tenderness isn’t easily shaken off, so she’s still a little fragile when she returns to school again that morning. Dick already in his standard chair in front of hers. She doesn’t want him to talk to her right now, so she doesn’t meet his eyes, her hand coming up to rub at her own eyes, since she’s tired and she might have cried a little bit. Just a little bit though!

So when Dick does turn around, she groans a little and sends him a glare as she asks: “What?”

“I have an extra cookie,” is all he says.

“Congratulations?” Barbara shoots back sarcastically.

“No, I mean, would you like one? You look tired,” Dick tries to save himself.

“Wow, thanks,” Barbara says and watches Dick cringe, probably realizing he’s finally sounding as creepy as she noticed him being. However, a cookie sounds nice, so before he can retract it, she says: “But I would like a cookie.”

Dick lights up and digs around in his bag to hand her the cookie that she takes with a thanks. It is a homemade cookie and it’s very nice, a little comforting even. In turn Dick just smiles: “You’re welcome,” before going back to Mrs. Holland and hides that she’s eating from the teacher with his back.

He doesn’t say anything to her for the rest of the day, seemingly content with having given her the cookie. He’s a little weirdo, she thinks, but it’s a bit fonder now.

After that they go back to ignoring each other.

It’s not until after that fateful night where she had fought Pamela, fallen off a roof, had a screaming match with Robin and sat on the roof with both him and Batman that that changes.

Dick misses the first classes due to a dentist appointment, apparently. However, when he does show up during their first break, he decides to eat his snack at Barbara’s empty table, ignoring the other groups he usually alternates sitting with in favor of walking over to her table, whispers following him,

“No,” Barbara says, when he gets there, stopping him in his tracks as he is about to sit down.

“No?” Dick repeats, a little confused.

“No,” Barbara says again, this time more firmly. If her interaction with her dad left her smarting, this is worse and she doesn’t want to deal with this right now. “I don’t know why you’re obsessed with me, but no. Not in the mood. Scram.”

“I just want to be friends,” Dick replies, sounding a little hurt. His eyes convey the same and Barbara hates that it works a little on her.

“Why?” she asks, switching tactics to interrogation, since intimidation didn’t work.

“What do you mean why?” Dick asks, frowning.

“What do you mean with what do you mean?” Barbara shoots back. Somehow the banter feels familiar and she pinches her brow as she tries to place it. For a second, she is reminded of Robin and her eyes widen momentarily.

Dick seems to set a step back as if shocked, before his own eyes widen too. He knows something, likely the something she has just figured out. He is Robin.

When she thinks of it, he and Robin have a similar build and Robin incorporates a lot of acrobatics in his fighting, acrobatics a circus trapeze artist would know. It all makes sense. Maybe her Bruce is Batman theory wasn’t so out there and he was pulling an act to fool her. She wouldn’t put it past him, Mr. Paranoid.

“You’re right, I’m being weird. My bad,” Dick says, readying himself to make a hasty retreat, as it dawns on him that he made a mistake.

“No, I was being rude. Sit down,” she says, the last part firm, more like an order. She’s not letting him leave now.

When Dick sits down without protest, she gets a little suspicious about her theory. Robin never listens to her – in fact, he seems to take joy in not listening to her – so this right here doesn’t fit. She narrows her eyes, looking at Dick, who looks back nervously. Robin’s never nervous, the cocky shit.

If she’s wrong, she’ll out herself as Batgirl. She can’t let that happen. She’ll interrogate Robin later tonight. Batman already knows who she is anyway, so it might not even be a secret anymore, since Robin is the favorite.

… Though if her theory is correct and Dick is Robin and Bruce is Batman, then at least it makes a little sense that he gets different treatment. He’s literally his child. Ward. Whatever.

They look at each other, awkward silence around them.

Dick is the one to break it, clearing his throat, before asking: “So, uhm, what is your favorite color anyway?” in an uncomfortable tone.

Barbara lets out a laugh, snort and all, unable to help it. It’s truly as good an icebreaker as any and she never did give him an answer. “Purple,” she says. “It’s purple.”

God, she almost can’t wait until patrol tonight. She hopes she’s right. She is like crossing every finger she has. If Dick is Robin, she is going to rub this awkwardness and his creepy stalkerness in his face for the rest of their lives.

#rr writing #dc #dc comics #batman #dick grayson and barbara gordon #barbara gordon #dick grayson #batgirl #robin #barbara gordon is batgirl #dick grayson is robin #growing pains au #bruce wayne #early days batman

[marauderundercover]

Baby’s First Hero

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Clark’s eyebrows shoot up as his jaw drops. When Batman had said he wanted to tell Clark who he was under the mask, Clark had not been expecting…this.

“You seem shocked.” Batman- no, Bruce freaking Wayne, says. Clark swears the other man’s lips twitch slightly, as if he’s suppressing a smile. Clark scoffs.

“Well of course I’m shocked. You’re- Bruce Wayne is- you’re smart.” He says, stumbling over his words. Bruce quirks an eyebrow up.

“Yes. I am.” He says simply. Clark huffs.

“I can’t believe you’re a freaking billionaire.” He grumbles. He should have at least suspected it, but as far as he knew, none of the other heroes in the League were rich. Which, again, he should’ve guessed that at least one of his teammates had some money. Another thought hits him and his eyes go wide.

“What?” Bruce asks, obviously hesitant.

“You’re a dad. Robin isn’t just a sidekick, you’re- wow.” He says. Bruce winces slightly and Clark suddenly remembers the articles about Dick Grayson. About the boy whose parents died tragically and the billionaire playboy who adopted him. “That’s really awesome, Bruce.” He adds, not missing the tension that had appeared in Bruce’s shoulders. Before he can say anything else, his phone rings. Smiling apologetically, Clark pulls it out and hits the answer button.

“Clark! How’re you doing, little brother?” Tom asks, immediately making Clark smile.

“I’m fine. How’re you guys doing? How’s the baby?” He asks. Tom chuckles.

“We’re all fine. Sabine and I were actually invited to a baking competition in DC. And we were wondering if you would want to watch Marinette for a couple of days.” He offers. Clark blinks.

“Really? Me? Like, by myself?” He asks.

“If you’re up for it. If not, I’m sure I could get my mom to watch her. But I know you aren’t able to come to Paris as much as you want, so I wanted to give you the option.” Tom says. Clark doesn’t even think about the logistics. Like the fact that his niece, who isn’t even a year old, will need around the clock supervision. Something that would be difficult for a superhero journalist to provide. He doesn’t think of any of that though. Instead, he just says:

“I’d love to watch her.”

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“You really didn’t have to come with me to pick her up.” Clark says, arms crossed as he stands next to Bruce outside of the terminal. Bruce shrugs.

“You seemed panicked at the idea of taking her home in a cab. I have plenty of cars, and Dick’s at a friend’s house today.” He says, keeping his head slightly down. The man had sunglasses and a hat on in addition to an outfit that was far more casual than he’d ever seen ‘Brucie Wayne’ wear in public before. Clark wasn’t sure if the man’s disguise was obvious to everyone, or if Clark just thought it was obvious because he knew the man was trying to hide. Either way…

“Clark!” A familiar voice calls, making Clark glance up and grin widely. He walks towards his brother quickly, immediately hugging the man before giving Sabine a smaller side hug (since she was holding Marinette and he didn’t want to crush her).

“How was your flight?” He asks, and Sabine smiles.

“Surprisingly, quiet. Marinette slept almost the entire time. Though I’m afraid that means her schedule may be a bit off for you.” She says apologetically. Clark just grins.

“It’s fine. I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” He says, before glancing back at Bruce who was standing awkwardly where he’d left him. Clark nods towards his brother and sister in law, and Bruce hesitates slightly before walking over.

“Hi.” He says quietly. Clark rolls his eyes, grinning.

“Tom, Sabine, this is my friend Bruce. Bruce, this is my brother and his wife.” Clark introduces the three, grinning at Bruce’s awkward attempt at a smile. He’d quickly discovered, after the reveal that Bruce Wayne was Batman, that ‘Brucie Wayne’ was very much an act. And that the man in question was actually very awkward, especially around strangers. How he had managed to pull off the ‘airhead socialite who loves parties’ for so many years was beyond Clark.

“Nice to meet you.” Bruce says. Tom smiles.

“You too. I’m glad Clark has some good friends up here. I know Martha and Jonathan were worried about him living in such a big city.” He says before glancing down at his watch and wincing. “We’ll have to catch up more when we pick Marinette up. I don’t wanna miss our next flight.” He says apologetically. Clark just waves it off, taking Marinette gently as Bruce takes the bag that Tom held out.

“Don’t worry about it. Let me know when you guys land safely, okay?” He asks. Tom nods, giving one last wave before he and Sabine walk away. Clark turns to Bruce, a thought suddenly entering his head.

“Uh, Bruce?” He says. Bruce raises an eyebrow. “Did you think to bring a carseat?”

---

It turns out that although Bruce didn’t think of a carseat, Alfred had. Apparently Alfred Pennyworth was Bruce’s butler/father figure/caretaker/advisor. He was a man who wore many hats. Lucky for them, because he would not have wanted to wait at the airport with Marinette while Bruce went out to try and find a carseat that would work for her. Setting Marinette down on a blanket with a few toys, Clark smiles and takes a step back.

“Thank you, for everything.” He says. Bruce nods.

“It was no problem. I do have one more thing, though, before I leave.” He says. Clark raises an eyebrow.

“What is it?” He asks. Bruce sighs, raising a finger up.

“I left the bag in the car. I’ll be right back.” He says, before slipping out of the apartment. Clark shrugs, plopping down on the ground next to Marinette, who simply giggled at him.

“Hey Sunshine, are you excited to spend time with your Uncle?” He asks, laughing as she coos and babbles back at him, crawling towards him. Just as Clark is beginning to think Bruce jumped in his car and drove away, he walks in.

“Sorry about that. Dick called to remind me about the onesies.” He says. Clark frowns.

“Onesies?” He asks. Bruce nods.

“When I told him that your niece is a baby, he insisted that we buy a onesie with my symbol on it, a onesie with your symbol on it, and a onesie with Diana’s symbol on it. So that she could decide on the best hero.” He says. Unable to stop himself, Clark laughs, shaking his head.

“That’s amazing. How do we do it?” He asks. Bruce’s lips twitch, a small smile forming on his face.

“According to Dick, we have to set them out next to each other and then let her crawl to them. Whichever one she picks will have the ‘honor of best hero’ until there’s a new baby to pick.” Bruce says. Clark snorts.

“Is he hinting that he wants a younger sibling?” He asks. Bruce shrugs, laying the onesies out on the floor.

“We can’t sit by them or the results would be biased.” He says. Clark nods in agreement, setting Marinette back a couple of feet from the onesies before moving to stand by Bruce and the door. Marinette glances up at them, giggling before crawling forward.

“What do we do if she picks Diana?” Clark asks. Bruce hums lightly.

“I suppose we have to tell her. Dick certainly would, and I don’t think either of us could actually lie to her.” He says. Clark snorts. His friend definitely had a point. Watching his niece head immediately towards the blue onesie with his symbol on it, Clark tries not to smile too widely. His smile falls as she pauses, tilting her head as she starts to change direction and head towards the Bat symbol. Glancing at Bruce, Clark doesn’t miss the smile on his friend’s face. He definitely doesn’t miss as the smile starts to fall, making him look back at his niece. She’d completely stopped just in front of the onesies. Clark holds his breath as she grins before lunging forward and grabbing the red onesie, giggling.

“Do we have to tell her?” Clark asks with a sigh. Bruce just nods.

“Unfortunately.” He says. Clark sighs again, but can’t stay upset. Not with his adorable niece giggling like a madman as she cuddles the red onesie. Maybe he could convince Diana to come meet her at some point.

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[fragileizywriting]

Day 23 - Coming in Pants

“Oh, don’t worry about him,” Marinette says, looking over her wine glass and batting her eyes. “You know how some demons are; they’re kind of picky on what they’re going to eat.”

“Of course,” says the waiter, relieved to see that someone at this table is acting normally. There’s a bit of class solidarity here, and boy, is Marinette happy to see it, because who isn’t tired of serving stuck-up rich demons who eat off of diamond spoons? Just dealing with Adrien on the regular, a man who at first had no idea how to clean a toilet, let alone a kitchen sink, is enough for her. The waiter is a demon, just like them, but the waiter looks… tiny. Unassuming. Not wanting to make any metaphorical waves. They must’ve gotten burned by some of these rich folk before. “I’m sure there’s lots to worry about,” the waiter squeaks. Their bowtie looks a little bit too big. “The menu has some great choices, after all.”

“Nope, I’m fine, everything’s fine,” is Adrien’s only reply, wheezing through his teeth. In fact, he licks his fangs, giving himself some breather, trying to pay attention to the laminated booklet.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay— you know what? I’ll order for him.” 

She’s quick, because practically anything sounds good on the bifold menu; luckily, whatever they order will probably be entirely discarded— mentally, that is— in favor of looking over Adrien who is her actual meal for the evening. He’s too far gone to pay attention to what’s happening, and a cursory glance shows that there’s nothing in any of the recipes detailing snap peas, so they shouldn’t have any complaints. The waiter leaves without any more provocation, when she’s finally chosen, much more a doormouse than anything else, leaving the two of them alone, and Adrien panting for breath. 

Adrien looks at his spoon, attempting to say thank you to the waiter who’s already gone.

“How are you doing Kitty-cat?”

“Please turn it off.”

“And miss out on the show?” Oh, this is perfect. What a great idea to get back at him for what he put her through last night at the club, teasing her with a good grinding session on the dance floor, absolutely serenading her the entirety of the night before turning in on their bed and leaving her high and dry. The audacity! Doesn’t he know she lives for come? Doesn’t he understand that she needs his orgasm like any girl needs sugar? Doesn’t he know that she’d be willing to do anything for that dick of his to go inside of any of her holes? 

She’d bite his ass as hard as she could if it didn’t cause Adrien to moan like a whore!

So.

This is much better.

Adrien looks peachy and dark and embarrassed and humiliated and delicious. A gourmet meal, just for her, and ah— ah— god, just the taste of him, honey-sweet and decadent, so full-bodied and mind-numbingly yummy, it lingers in her mouth as if she’s about to have him here. Now. Right in front of all these scummy, high-class demons that know the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork.

(She knows it, too. Of course she does, because she’s an entertainer through and through, and if she can’t even pretend to be high-class socialite, well then what’s the point of being an entertainer at all?)

“I said I’m sorry.”

“You’re whining, Baby.”

“I can make it up to you.”

“Beg like a dog,” she teases, crossing her legs under the table.

It’s a fine establishment here. It’s one of those places where the hostess had inhaled her tongue when she’d made eye contact with Adrien, so it means that this place definitely knows who they’re catering to, somewhere that is elite. It’s one of those places where the forks are shiny and numbered on the place mat, the water comes in a bottle for ten euros a glass, and there are about six items on the menu in total. She’s certain the food will be the size of a domino tile. Each way she looks, there’s someone dressed impeccably, with someone hanging off their arm like human jewelry. She’s seen this a thousand times before.

Never usually the one ordering for the other person, of course.

Adrien’s face turns pale when she starts to swirl her glass straw on her juice. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For teasing you.”

“That’s not what you did.”

Oh, he didn’t like that at all, did he? Not with the way he’s swallowing dry… “Princess, I will pay you to make this vibrator stop.”

“Not interested. Tell me what you did and apologize for it.”

“I’ll clean the bathroom.”

“And do the laundry, too?”

“I—” he sucks in a breath, and blinks, and she smiles at the pretty, swirling fog clouding his gorgeous green eyes. “Anything you want, just… stop it before…”

She scoffs. “I know you like it when I force you to come in public.”

“Do not.”

Yes he does. It’s such a no brainer that the Prince of Hell enjoys attention, even when he’s leaking into his pants. No one can see how tight his slacks are because she’s charmed him— boring— because though he loves, loves, loves to be in the spotlight, he’s still the Prince. No need for any newspaper, or pigeon doves, or whatever they use down there to spread gossip around. (She’s under the impression that fibre-optic cables don’t exactly exist down there, anyway.) Better be safe, even though she’d have him walking around with rope tied in pretty knots under his trench coat, just to see him struggle keeping a smile from slipping off his face.

“Beg harder. Apologize better.”

He’s scrambling. “I can offer you anything in the world if you would just—”

“—Just—”

“—Just… make it slow down,” he finishes, rather lamely. She’s so unimpressed. “Diamonds. Gold. A forever bracelet, all yours.”

The concept of a forever bracelet is cute. “Keep going.”

“I’ll— a car. A house. A big mansion away from the city, where we can”—Adrien finds his glass of water so, so interesting—“keep you in whenever you feel like it.”  

“Tempting. Real tempting.”

“I’ll break a bone in my body just to prove that I really want this.”

“I know you do.” She puts her juice down and leans forward. Her necklace hangs over the empty, pretty plate on her placemat, swinging softly like a little pendulum. “I don’t need to be a demon to know what you’re wishing for, Kitty-cat.”

“Please,” he begs, nicely, prettily, and lamely. There are tears of frustration beading at the corner of his eyes. “This has been in me for hours, and I can’t keep it from…”

He has a pretty strong endurance when it comes to this type of thing. Sometimes he can even ignore it, which is definitely not what she wants, but she has him now: gripping the edge of the table, honey-brown hands nearly white from how he fists it, fangs gingerly sliding out and lengthening to their full size. If she pays attention, there’s a roll of sweat going down that strong, beautiful neck; flushed with desire and nothing else, staring at her like she’s the answer to all his questions.

This is probably the wettest she’s been in a while.

God, what is with her infatuation with men in button-downs and frowny faces? Sun-kissed skin hiding behind a pressed collar? Shiny, golden hair with pretty curls?

She loves blondes.

“I’ll make it stop if you come.”

He groans softly. “Plea— ah— don’t make me.”

Oh, this is so much fun. “I will make you.”

“Please,” he whispers, swallowing dry. “Please, Princess. Just… just lower down the speed of it for just a few moments.”

“Only if you give in and come.” She draws little symbols on the white fabric on top of their table with the condensation of her glass. A crystal, translucent dome settles on top of them, and when she speaks again, it sounds like they’re enclosed. Just like the one in Elysium. He’s comfortable here. “Come, Baby. Let me see you feel better.”

“I’m sorry for teasing you and leaving you without an orgasm even though you deserved it,” he bites out, something catty crossing his face; the final ace up his sleeve. “But I’ll do it again, every single night for the rest of our lives without any mercy… if you make me come.”

She pinches her fingers and furrows her brows.Ah, the noise he makes when he finally gives in… what a sweet and delicious sound.

#speakizys #demon lovin

[hrokkall]

Hi in honour of the short carla conversation we had the other day. Miss Carla Dosa. To no ones surprise

MORE than happy to talk about her :]

Favorite thing about them: I love how her reviews of the Weasel Kid games really reflect her attitude towards Lionel at the time. She really just wanted to root for him no matter what (she doesn’t even seem angry over SWK 06 like all of the other reviewers, just sad) and it’s a shame how that turned out for both of them. Congratulations on surviving being a human character in the Mullinsverse Carla and also sorry about your best friend being blinded by success and ultimately consumed by it.

Least favorite thing about them: She didn’t appear at all? Come on, she could’ve at least gotten a grainy picture like Kaycee did but. Nope. </3

She did get to make a game and get it published to steam though so good for her in that regard. Even if it opened a back door to (fictitiously) installing a clown virus on your computer.

Favorite line: I don’t have a favorite line but I DO want to point out that the font she uses in Secrets of Legendaria is the Minecraft font. Absolutely fantastic on her part.

brOTP: The dynamic between her and Sado is so interesting to me and I wish it was explored more in canon (but it wasn’t/probably won’t be in the future so I’ll just do it myself). The way I see it is that Sado is purely chaotic neutral in all respects except around Carla, who she sees as a friend and therefore actually listens to (Carla initially worried that she’d accidentally hard-coded her with that loyalty and—after learning she was alive—immediately tried to undo that by insisting that Sado can do whatever she wants regardless, but that’s not true. Sado is sticking around because she wants to and that’s about it).

OTP: I don’t really ship Carla with anyone

nOTP: I don’t not ship Carla with anyone either—again, I’ve seen maybe two or three Carla ships and I don’t have a strong opinion on any of them one way or another.

Random headcanon: Pretty much everything is a headcanon regarding this character but I’d like to imagine that—following the incident with Secrets of Legendaria—Carla gets a job at GameFuna proper (honestly not much of an upgrade, but GameFuna is in desperate need of programmers who actually know how to program… the head of the company who insists on pushing all the concepts himself definitely isn’t qualified, no matter how passionate he is. Plus, GameFuna doesn’t give a shit about someone’s reputation, AND she gets to work from home a lot of the time, it’s a win in her book). She’s also not aware that her boss is the Actual Devil just because that’s funnier in my book. He’s just an eccentric asshole to her. “Yeah he’s a CEO obviously he’s the devil. What do you mean from the bible.”

Unpopular opinion: I don’t think there are any unpopular Carla opinions on account of the fact that I don’t think anyone remembers she existed outside of… maybe three people. I’d say four but that’s pushing it.

Song I associate with them: Hm, don’t think I have a specific one—at least not one that actually fits. Maybe Remain Nameless by Florence + the Machine? Not 100% on that though. As a bonus I inexplicably associate her with Goodnight Socialite by the Brobecks. It has absolutely nothing to do with her character as far as I’m aware. I just think she’d enjoy it I guess.

Favorite picture of them: There aren’t any </3

#Ask meme #Re: Inbox #scover-va

[piedpiperslists]

JJK: Idol AU

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Idol' AU:

* ² - two shots s - contains smut

* Last updated: 26/11/2023

D R A B B L E S

* [drabble] by soraviie friends to lovers

[...] 12:08 AM by likeastarstar s ft MYG, boyfriend!Yoongi

Decalcomania by whatifyoulivelikethat angst, producer!reader Summary: You're well aware you write too many songs about him, but they just sit in your drafts folder and never see the world. Until Min Yoongi double-clicks on the folder and starts listening to them, that is.

G O L D by bubblesuga s staff!reader, FWB Summary: Sneaking around was never Jungkook's thing, that is until you came along.

Goodbyes by ggukiepie angst, breakup au Summary: You loved each other will all your heart and tried to keep that love alive, but fate isn’t always on your side. Maybe this is a goodbye.

Hold You Again by yoongiphoria angst, post breakup au Summary: When it sinks in that he will never hold you again, Jeongguk takes a late-night walk and reminisces on the memory of you.

After We Broke by yoongiphoria angst, post breakup au Summary: It’s the little things that I remember, and that hurt me, the most.

Is It Just A Dream? by tinylint strangers to lovers, soulmates au Summary: Jungkook keeps seeing a face in his dreams - but does he believe in soulmates?

Just JK sitting down with his hair styled by euphorajeon angst

Long Long Time by corajjk angst, FWB Summary: She knows he doesn’t belong to her. But she loves him no matter what.

Love Me by mono-moonchilds s producer's daughter!reader Summary: Girl, I fuck who I want and fuck who I don’t. Got that A1 credit and that fillet mignon. She said, “I never wanna make you mad I just wanna make you proud.” I said, “Baby just make me cum, Then don’t make a sound.”

Lovestruck by 7deadlysinsfics fuck buddies Summary: Falling in love was not really a choice; it just struck me.

Requiem by cinnaminsvga angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: Jeon Jungkook loves you. You love someone else. He lets you say “I love you” to him, if only so that he gets to hear it once in his life.

Support by casuallyimagining staff!reader, friends to not lovers Summary: Jungkook shows up at your door after a difficult day at rehearsal.

“We are not friends,” by chloefran friends to lovers

O N E S H O T S

2D Reality by siderealmyg s wc~12.4k / ft KSJ, fantasy au, PWP Summary: Jin likes his fair share of anime like everyone one else and knows not to question all the shit that goes on but when a big tiddie anime girl deadass pops out of a computer, he rightfully has a few concerns.

A Sip of the Grail by jinpire s wc~3k / vampire au Summary: You take in his expression curiously, trying to understand this new Jungkook that’s somehow both bold and shy, before tilting your chin to the left and exposing the curve of your neck. A quick hook of your finger into the collar of your sweater unveils more of your shoulder to his gaze. “Go ahead, Jungkook,” you murmur, voice just above a whisper.

Are You Going to Stay? by hollyhomburg s wc~6.4k / old friends to lovers Summary: It’s been a year since he last saw you, and every day he misses you more. It was only a matter of time until he turned up at your door asking for another chance.

Can’t Get Over You by jungkook97 wc~7k / staff!reader, friends to lovers Summary: Jungkook lives to love people, and as he would take a break from the chaotic energy of loving, he falls head over heels for someone yet again. Are they the actual love of his life this time, or is the universe messing with him?

Decision to Leave by jungkook97 wc~5.8k / angst, Hollywood socialite!reader Summary: Being an idol is never easy. They work endlessly, and "Fans", the media, and the company follow and critique their every movement. They're not strong enough, one could feel very trapped and suffocated. Jungkook was used to all of this. What he wasn't used to was finding the right person at the wrong time.

Him and I, and these heavenly drops by alteringrealities s wc~2.6k / friends to not lovers Summary: Rain is one of your favourite wonders of nature. It fills you with gratitude and immense comfort. But your favourite combination will always be him and the rain.

Hot Ones by yoon-kooks wc~5.1k / FWB Summary: When a suspicious package shows up at your studio door with Jeon Jungkook’s name on it, your chill weekend quickly turns into a hot one.

Full Service [AO3] by goodsoop s wc~4.3k / friends au, PWP Summary: Jungkook gives you a late night call, in hopes of tagging along with you. On your mundane adventure to the car wash. Things expectedly, get a little wet. You just didn't expect one of those things to be you.

If I Could Lie by alpacaparkaseok wc~4k / exes to lovers Summary: “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

Long Time No See by gimmesumsuga s wc~3k / PWP Summary: You're a paid-for 'companion' for the members of BTS. This chapter features your reunion with Jungkook after time apart due to Covid 19 pandemic.

Rack 'Em Up by hesperantha s wc~5k / FWB, PWP Summary: It’s just a friendly favor.

Starving by jeonsdear s wc~2.2k / PWP Summary: Jungkook can’t stop thinking about you when he’s touching himself, and you can’t stop thinking about him since you walked in on him. Until one day, you don’t have to imagine it anymore.

[...] Subject: Write to me by soraviie wc~6k / angst, staff!reader Summary: Jungkook is certain of it — you have disabled your work email and as such what's the harm in finally spilling everything that he's ever felt for you? You certainly won't read them...right?

The Boy With Galaxies in His Eyes by oddinary4bts s wc~52.9k / tattoo artist!reader, FWB Summary: You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

You Make Me Brighter by namfinessed wc~2.3k / friends to lovers Summary: When you and Jungkook were together, things were brighter, now all you needed to do to shine was a little push from your friend.

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Denial ² by girlygguk s actress!reader, FWB, PWP Summary: It's been a plethora of secret meetups, quickies in the bathrooms of his award shows, and 2 am 'you up?' texts during your year-long situationship with Jungkook. You both agreed in the beginning that your careers are far too hectic to commit to anything serious, but you can't shake the shitty ache in your chest every time the high wears off, or when you're crawling out of his bed in the middle of the night. Trying to exile the shitty feeling of longing that you harbor for him, you spend time with another one of your guy friends. Jungkook sees, and he's mad.

* Idol Hands by bonvoyagenoona s ft KNJ, actress!reader, fake dating, love triangle au Summary: As an actress getting ready to retire, you know that idle hands are the devil’s playthings. But things aren’t any easier when you have your hands full with Idol!Namjoon, and Idol!Jungkook.

Lost Stars by yoongiofmine s strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook was lost. He didn’t know who he was anymore, so he decided to leave and find himself. But he wasn’t expecting to find you along the way, an island girl who has no idea who he is. Jungkook has a secret. But so do you.

Supernova by jeonqkooks exes to lovers Summary: supernova, noun. [suːpəˈnəʊvə] the colossal explosion of a star when it has reached the end of its life and explodes in a brilliant burst of light.

Work Out ² by dovechim s stylist!reader, PWP Summary: Jeongguk’s under strict instructions not to work out because it’s eating into the wardrobe budget and causing one too many malfunctions. As his stylist, you’re responsible for making sure he fits into his stage outfits, but when his urge to workout is unstoppable, you’re left with only one other choice to save your job.

You & I by koostarcandy songwriter!reader, exes to lovers Summary: Ugly words were thrown and what you once thought was perfect has you torn, a tear soaked pillow proof for your past actions. Will it become beautiful again or do you have to start writing heartbreak songs?

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