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luveline · 5 months

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Hi babe! Not sure how you feel about writing ab parents so feel free to ignore, but had an idea for kbd au if Steve’s parents tried to contact him/get into their lives and he’s all like stay away from my kids

kisses before dinner —steve has a tense relationship with his parents. mom!reader, 1.5k

The girls haven't seen their grandparents for… a while.

Steve's dad always has something to say about his life. How he's thrown everything away being a stay at home dad, or how idiotic it was to stay with you. The latter was enough for Steve to want to cut contact initially, but you convinced him not to do it on your behalf.

Steve, pretty much everyone we knew thought I was baby trapping you, you'd said.

Well, he'd said, attempting to lighten the mood, little do they know I baby trapped you.

Damn. Wanna do it again?

So it was funny. His parents didn't like you but they hardly liked him, he didn't mind —he was so fucking angry because who the fuck did they think they were, how could they look at you and not love you, you, in what world was it possible?— and he put up with their passive aggressive Christmas cards and their sparing visits, but then his mom took it too far.

He can remember it word for word. “Beth, honey,” his mom had said, her nose stuck in its permanent wrinkle, “why are you eating it like that? What do your friends at school think?”

“Mom, don't,” Steve had butt in. Beth didn't even go to school at that point.

“She's such a weird kid,” she said, shaking her head.

Some could argue it was fond or that she didn't mean anything by it, Bethie is very unique sometimes, but Beth turned her face to her dad with crestfallen eyes, as heartbroken as Steve had ever seen her before, and asked, “I'm weird?”

Steve doesn't remember the last time he spoke to his mom. A year ago at least.

He does miss her. But he doesn't really know her, never has, and he'd choose Beth over her without a thought. It would take a hundredth of a millisecond to decide.

That's why seeing her is a shock. He's going to see her, they live in the same town —you bumped into her a few weeks ago and had to give her the rundown. Everyone's okay. Yeah, we had another baby, she's doing great.

Steve had blown up at her. The girls had never seen him that angry in their lives and they haven't seen it since, and the gap is impassable.

Or so he thinks.

“Steve!” He tenses up. “Steve, honey!”

He can't decide what to do. He can't exactly run away; Bethie and Dove sit knee to knee in the shopping cart, Avery has her hand in his pocket, and Wren is strapped to his chest. Running would leave at least one girl behind, and where would he go? The frozen food aisle?

“Oh, it's grandma,” Avery says. “She looks… old.”

“She is old,” he says, turning reluctantly on the spot to watch his mother rush past a stack of cans of carrots. “She's ancient.”

“Steve, baby.” His mom stops in front of him, more flustered than he knew she could get back, struggling to maintain a sense of casualness. “How are you? Girls? It's been so long.”

Steve doesn't have an inkling of an idea of what to say. He's not mad anymore, but he knows she'll never change, and he knows that your family is a hundred times happier without worrying what grandma and grandpa think of you. “We're perfect,” he says.

“And this is baby Wren?”

Steve grimaces. “Yeah, this is Wren.”

She's only three months old but she has a good weight to her, and she's brilliantly healthy. She blinks at the woman in front of her without recognition, her dark lashes a thick hedging. She's a beautiful baby.

“She looks like you again, Steve.”

“Yeah, my girl's good at having babies, but she hasn't mastered the mixing process,” he jokes without thinking. Love for you falls off the tongue.

His mother has the sense to make herself laugh. “Where is Y/N?” she asks.

“Mom went back to get milk!” Avery says.

“Yeah? And how are you, sweetie?”

Steve clears his throat. He understands what she's trying to do, but he remembers Beth's crushed face and he can't abide this shit again. I believed you when you said I wasn't good enough, he'd said, he'd shouted, his voice hoarse with it as you’d wrapped a hand around his wrist arm, but I will not let you do it to them. It's not happening, mom, I won't let it. You don’t get to say that to her.

“Steven…”

“Mom, we have to get going.”

“I said I was sorry,” she says.

“But you weren't.”

“Steve–” She doesn't look a thing like her son beside the similar way they begin to cry, that frown, “Please, I know I'm not perfect, we don't have to pretend I've– I'll hold my tongue. I just want to see my grandkids. I've never even held her.”

Steve covers the back of Wren's head with his hand, her baby hair soft as down. The girls are being remarkably quiet, beside Dove, who's whispering, “Who is that?” to Bethie in her clumsy toddler drawl.

“That's gran'ma,” she whispers back.

Steve's mom is, at the end of the day, their grandma. And she sucks and she doesn't deserve anymore chances, and the girls are better off without her for the majority, but…

Steve screws his eyes shut. Don't make me regret this, he thinks.

“I just want to speak to them,” she says.

“Alright,” he says quietly, covering Wren's ear. “Alright, mom, fine, but this is it. This is your chance. If you ever upset or insult one of my kids again, we're done. We will never, ever speak again. You won't see them, and you won't see me. I'm serious.”

“I'm sorry,” she says again.

“Fine.” He pulls the strap off of Wren's harness and shushes her gently as she protests, lifting her out of his arms into his mom's. She doesn't have time to decide if she's ready. This is how it's going to be. “Her head.”

“I know how to hold a baby,” she says.

You come around the aisle slowly, a little wince to your step, some residual tightness in your hips as you recover postpartum, but the frown you wear slips into surprise. “Terri?”

You save Steve and take the reins, suffering a conversation on your pregnancy, birth, and Wren's first weeks of life as Steve takes a breath. His heart races, adrenaline and a sticky, icky feeling in his chest as he watches his mom. He doesn't know if he's doing the right thing. His arms ache to steal Wren back.

It ends in an invitation for dinner. Whenever you're free, whatever you want, Steve's mom offers.

He's glad to see the back of her.

You put the milk carton in the cart and touch his elbow. “You okay?” He hums. Your hand moves up to his face, cupping his cheek. “She makes you so mad, babe. Do you need a second?”

“I think I'm pissed because…” He glances down at Wren, who's happier now she's in familiar hands. “I didn't realise she was a shitty mom. I knew we didn't get along, the same with my dad, but I didn't know…” He sighs.

“It's okay,” you say, giving him a gentle squeeze before Dove demands you pick her up. You do it unthinkingly, and that's why he's mad.

“I know what a good mother looks like,” he says. “I know how hard it is. And I know she didn't even try.”

You're all sympathy, looking like you wanna wrap him up in a cuddle in the middle of the grocery store. “You deserved better. It makes me angry too.”

“Are we going to dinner?” Beth asks.

“What, with grandma?” Avery asks.

“Not right now,” Steve says.

“Good,” Dove says decidedly, wrapping her arms around your neck to hug you, squishing your cheeks together. “Cocoa?”

“Cocoa? You want hot cocoa?” you ask, pleased.

It breaks his heart thinking about himself as a kid. He knows there weren't any moments like this, no soft touches or sweet treats that weren't begged for. You don't even think about saying no.

“And marshmallows,” you croon, rubbing the little space between her shoulders. “And we'll have to get a cinnamon roll too, for your sister. How does that sound, Beth?”

Beth doesn't like hot cocoa but she loves cinnamon rolls these days, and she nods her head exuberantly. As quick as that, the girls forget their grandma's interruption, and Steve tries his best to put it out of his mind. Family is messy, and it's harder now he has to make decisions for all of them, but he has you. His support beam, his sweetheart, you put Dove on your hip and sew your arm loosely through his. Tonight he'll talk your ear off about things you know already. You'll listen without complaint, stroking his hair back from his forehead if you have a free hand. His family growing up wasn't worth calling a family half the time, just three people connected by blood and a shared house, but the family he has today takes the cake. There's no competition.

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dyns33 · 2 years

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Flufftober 5 - Venom

Eddie x Reader x Venom

"It's my night ! My night !"

"Yes, Venom. Even though we said it was our night and you're being a little selfish, it's your night too."

"My night ! Tell him morsel ! Tell him!"

Y/N didn't say anything, too busy laughing because Eddie and his alien were arguing over something totally ridiculous again.

In Venom's defence, Halloween was definitely the only night of the year he could hit the streets without anyone being scared of him, besides some other costume moments of course. He was always very proud to talk about the party where everyone loved him, when he 'came out of Eddie's closet'. Again, unable to stop laughing, she failed to explain why it was funny, while Eddie sighed.

Not only was he going to be able to go out without having too much trouble, if he behaved well, but there were also the candies.

Ever since he heard about the candy and other sweets he was about to receive, Venom had been "hopping" on Eddie's shoulder from morning to evening, and even at night, excited and drooling as he imagined the mountain of sugar he was going to be able to ingest in a single night.

"I've already put on a little weight because of you, I don't want it to get worse at all. You won't eat everything all at once."

"I'm sucking out a lot of your fat, Eddie. If you've gained weight, it's only your fault."

"Liar !"

"I don't think you've gained weight." Y/N said caressing his cheek. "If so, that looks great on you anyway."

"Thanks babe."

"He's actually put on a bit of weight, and I don't think that looks good on him. Big butt."

"I don't have a big butt."

"He's got a big cute little butt."

"No, just big. But that's not important ! My night is coming ! We have to decide where we're going, to get the most treats ! I saw on the television, there are areas where they give more sweets than others !"

Not knowing at all the best route for the candy hunt, Eddie and Y/N spent several hours in front of the computer searching, until their alien was satisfied with the plan they had found. They were then able to go for a walk.

Some people were a little scared of the giant, who only replied that he was Venom when asked what he was disguised as. But with Y/N dressed as a Star Trek character next to him, perfectly calm and holding his hand, no one panicked.

She'd asked Eddie if he wanted a disguise too, but he'd decided he'd go as a broke reporter with a parasite in his body and a girlfriend way too good for him. To silence him, she kissed him, and immediately Venom demanded for a kiss too.

Even though he kept saying that he and Eddie were sharing a body, and therefore everything, he didn't like being left out, with his jealous and angry temper, like a child.

Unfortunately for him, he was not a child, and the owner of the first house they visited noticed this very well.

"... You're a little old for candy hunting, aren't you ?"

"There is no age to love sweets !" Venom replied proudly.

"Maybe. But my sweets are for kids. I've got an apple for you, if you want."

"... An apple? I'm going to eat your head !"

"He's joking !" Y/N immediately intervened, pulling him as far as possible from the old man. "Come on, V, we'll find candy somewhere else."

But despite all their attempts, no house agreed to offer candies to the alien, even if they all found that his costume was very successful.

Depressed, Venom wanted to go home, since he had no right to bite off the heads of the bad guys who had ruined his night, nor of the children who had been allowed to have sweets.

"It is unfair."

"It's true." Eddie sighed, patting him on the head. "But, you know, if you look in the cupboard, under the fruits, maybe you'll find something."

"... Do not make fun of me."

"Look."

Knowing that the alien hated fruit, and guessing that there was a chance the candy hunt would go wrong; Eddie had managed to buy several candies and hide them, just in case.

Upon discovering this little treasure, Venom let out a cry of joy, turning back to his host and quickly coming back to him to bang his head against his.

"Thank you, Eddie ! Thank you !"

"Ow ! I already told you that's not how you show affection. It's a cat thing !"

"I..." Y/N whispered. "I also anticipated that things would not go as planned and... I have chocolate, hidden in the bathroom."

"It really is my evening ! The most beautiful evening !"

"It's a night like any other, when you are annoying and eating too much, except you were able to go out for a few hours without anyone trying to kill us."

"Yes. Being myself, close to you and holding hands with our little morsel. The best night."

Leaving him to savour his sweets, Eddie and Venom sat together on the sofa, thinking he was right and that tonight was truly perfect.

#venom #eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #venom x eddie #venom x reader #eddie x venom x reader #flufftober 2022

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elphael · 2 years

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the #1 example of why i hate the "you rolled low which means your character fucked up" i nat1'd an athletics check to Jump A Fence, as a ranger/wizard who Was A Soldier with proficiency in athletics and my DM narrated it as her tripping and stumbling and falling and wanting it to be a huge comedy moment and was snickering narrating it and it just really didn't sit right with me

a) if you've got a character whose backstory is Being a Soldier-- they would be able to hop a fence

b) she had proficiency in athletics

c) why are you asking your players to make an athletics check to hop a fence

and it sat with me forever because it was like humiliating my character who i really liked and she was Serious and Competent and sometimes it is FUNNY for a serious, competent character to fuck up in a comedy moment, but that should be controlled by the PC because otherwise it can feel shitty and like you're the butt of the joke

in my opinion there shouldn't have been a check to begin with but if even if there should be, i would have chosen to narrate it as the fence being decayed and weak and breaking under her weight, not making it about my character tripping and stumbling unless that's something that your PLAYER initiates.

i wouldn't say d&d is a power fantasy but i think it's a competence fantasy. sometimes people like having low stats and fucking up, sometimes they don't (👋) but have to roll with that part of the game, but the one thing i never want to do and never think you SHOULD do as a dm is narrate something in a that would humiliate someone's character because there's a good chance it also makes your player feel like shit too.

#liza.txt #d&d commentary

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writeawaythepain · 1 month

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That Funny Feeling

Jimmy Solidarity x (gn!reader)

…Hey! I’m not dead! And I finally have the urge to write again! Hope you enjoy my spiral into a new fandom!

tw: self-deprecating thoughts, angst (don’t worry there’s a fluff at the end)

Word count: 1.7k

Prompts:

“You are worthy of love and friends and respect.”

"why do you care!" "because i’m in love with you!"

Summary:

You walk in on Jimmy having beef with a fence post, and though you're not really surprised, you wonder if he’s dealing with more pain than just that of his injured foot. Includes you giving the poor guy a much needed hug, and a slip-up that lets him in on how much you really care about him.

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You don’t think you’ve ever really seen Jimmy upset…not really. He never minded being the butt of any joke, laughing along at any jab or insult. He didn’t mind if people made fun of him as long as it made someone laugh at the end. He was selfless like that. You were always a little bit jealous of his resilience, and maybe that’s why you always thought of him as almost…invincible.

So, when one day you came to check up on how the Sheriff’s new building was going, you were surprised to see that barely any progress had been done. It actually…seemed like he’d torn parts of it down. You approached slowly, taking in the half done walls and foundation, a door frame without a door, and started to look for him.

Before you can even call out to him, though, you see the back of a familiar blonde cowboy. A cowboy who was seemingly talking to himself. “No- come on Jim! You know you can do better at this- you just gotta… just gotta…” He stops, clenching his fists and yelling out in frustration. “It’s not that hard!” He emphasizes the last word by kicking a rickety fence post, but it must have been sturdier than he expected because he instantly flinched back, grabbing his foot and crying out in pain.

The whole sight was almost cartoonish, with him wearing his cowboy hat and boots, so you couldn’t help but snicker even as you reached out your hand in concern. “Oh my god Jimmy, are you ok?” You can’t stop the smile that spreads on your face, but it wavers slightly as you approach him and notice…are those tears in his eyes? He quickly wipes his face, replacing his frustrated look with an excited smile.

“Oh hi! I didn’t even see you there! Me and this fence post are having beef, actually- See, it won’t do what I tell it to, and make my stuff look good so I was reminding ‘em who's in charge round here!” He laughs a little as he says it, his smile so bright you're inclined to believe him…it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes though, and you still wonder if the kick hurt him more than he was letting on.

“Yea, you really showed him!” You try to mirror his energy, shaking off some of your worries as he replies in his usual chipper tone.

“Yea I did!” He laughs but then slightly turns away from you. “Listen uh…you know I always love having you around. You’re welcome anytime! But uh…I really have a- a thing I gotta do and…” Your smile drops as you see him wince a little as he puts his weight on the foot he ‘beat up’ the fence post with.

“Hey Jimmy, is your foot ok?” You walk up to him, concerned. “Maybe you should sit down-“

“Nah I’m fine…probably anyway.” He laughs like it’s a joke, but when you look at him you're not smiling.

“You're limping. You might not have broken anything but- here, sit down.” You gently put your hand on his shoulder.

“It’s really nothing, I’m just being an idiot...” He moves away from your touch, shaking it off and puffing up his chest a little. He tries to shoot you a smile again, but it did little to aid your concerns.

“Just, let me take a look at it? Maybe I can help-“ You start, a little frustrated at his stubbornness.

“But I don’t need help! I can take care of it myself! I just- I just stubbed my toe. I’ll be fine!” You sigh, giving him a weird look, but deciding not to push it.

“…why were you beefing with the fence post anyway…did it kill your grandma?” You joke, hoping to fix the awkward air that had somehow come between the two of you. It’s weird, you’d never felt awkward talking with him before.

Instead of responding, Jimmy just turned towards his half finished building. And stood there. After a while he finally spoke. “Listen I’m, kinda busy right now. Maybe you can come back another time?” …Alright that’s it-

“Ok Jimmy, what is up with you? I came here to see your build, which looks less finished than when I saw it days ago may I add, and instead I see you kicking a fence post, getting defensive when I try to help, and now you don’t even laugh at my Trolls joke? …ok maybe it's an old meme but still-“ You chuckle, still kind of hoping he’d just turn around and start acting normal again. You’ve never seen him act like this before.

All he did was stand there…and as the silence grew longer you couldn’t help but start to get worried. “Gosh…I really am useless.” He finally says.

You almost roll your eyes, “Your not useless Jim-“

“Yes- yes I am!” He says it so firmly you freeze. You’ve never heard him raise his voice like that before.

“I can’t build, I can’t fight, I can’t even be the guy who smiles all the time! I’m- I’m basically worthl-“ He stops himself. “…and I don’t know why I’m telling you this- I’m sorry.“ You're so surprised by his words you don’t even know what to say. “I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just-“ He takes his hat off of his head and grips it in his hands. “It’s so stupid- I’m so stupid. It shouldn’t be this hard for me to just-“ His grip on the hat tightens.

“…Jimmy, you are not worthless. You don’t have to smile all the time to be the brightest ray of sunshine I know. You could probably make me see the silver lining of getting stabbed for god's sake-“ You almost laugh at your own words, hoping it would get through to him. “You are worthy of love and friends and respect. And I’m sorry I don’t tell you that enough.” You walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He slowly spins around, but doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I’m just being a baby-”

“No, no you're not. It’s ok to- to feel bad sometimes.” You interrupt gently before he can insult himself again.

“Why- why do you even care?” His voice wavers, and now you can see the tears streaming out of his eyes.

“Because I love you…you idiot.” Jimmy freezes, and even you are a little surprised at your own words, but it’s true. “People care about you- I care about you! I don't care that you can’t build giant castles or fight dragons, or that you get mad or sad sometimes-“ Your rambling a bit, trying to recover from the bombshell you just dropped. Jimmy was just staring at you, eyes wide.

“…you…love me? Like…love, love me?!” He says slowly, not really paying attention to anything else you said after.

“I- this is probably not the best time to just- but, yea. I really do.” You can’t help but look down as you admit it, and when you look back up at him he’s crying all over again. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

He steps forward and wraps you in a hug, sobbing into your shoulder. You hug him back, rubbing his back and giving him some words of encouragement. Slowly his sobs get quieter, and eventually he pulls away from the hug.

“Um…” He sniffs. “I know I probably look like a mess right now-“

“Just a little.” You tease gently, wiping a stray tear off of his face.

“Right- but um…I love you too. Just so you know.” He avoids your eyes as he says it, then looks directly into them, gauging your reaction, as if to ensure this wasn’t all a joke.

“Like…?” You start.

“Yea…like that.” He gently bumps his forehead against yours, his regular confident smile returning to his face. “I cannot believe you fell for my Sheriff rizz.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“Don’t- don’t say rizz-” You try to suppress a giggle, pretending to be upset. “Great, now you ruined the moment.”

His bravado instantly drops, “Wait. No wait I didn’t mean to-” You shut him up by yanking his neckerchief and planting a kiss on his cheek. “To…to…” His face slowly reddens as his brain catches up to his speeding heart.

“Fixed it.” You say simply, chuckling softly as your Sheriff still reboots. “I think I’m the one with the rizz~” You laugh.

“Yea, no I see how that ruins the moment.” You laugh even harder at his reaction, and he can’t help but join in. After a few moments, you end up gazing into his bright hazel eyes.

“You know you can always talk to me when you're feeling upset.” You say seriously, taking one of his hands with both of your own. “Don’t just…no one should be alone when they're feeling like that.”

“...I know…You're right, as always.” He smiles appreciatively, grabbing one of your hands with his free one. You both stand there, swaying your interlocked hands gently back and forth, just enjoying the other's company.

“You know, when you're feeling up to it, why don’t I help you finish this…” You look over the half finished building, realizing you had no idea what it was actually supposed to be.

“Barn. It’s – ” he sighs, as if even bringing it up makes him feel tired all over again, “ – ‘supposed to be a barn.”

“Barn! Right, and we could even ask Joel to help.” His eyes widen.

“No! You can’t tell him- Oh my god I’d never hear the end of it!” You laugh at the urgency in his voice.

“Ok! Ok. It’ll just be me. I’ll help you…” You let go of his hands and instead interlock your fingers behind his neck. “It’ll be our little secret.” He gazes into your eyes with a look only comparable to a lovesick puppy.

“Gosh I really wanna kiss you right now-” He lets out with a whisper, and then it’s your turn to get a little flustered.

“Well…then kiss me cowboy.” You lean in and he meets you halfway, and the kiss is just as sweet as the blonde Sheriff you share it with.

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Scary Movie With Steve

summary: it’s your first time being left alone with the boy Robin introduced you to only a few weeks prior

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tw: cursing, sexually suggestive language

a/n: my requests are open. please feel free to send me any stranger things ideas :)

“I just don’t understand why he’s so adamant about hanging out with that guy! I mean, you know Eddie! He’s the guy that supplied the weed at our parties back in high school. He’s not exactly the best influence on these kids!” Steve huffed as he paced around your basement.

“Oh, come on. He’s not that bad,” You shrugged as you watched Robin rewind the movie she rented for you before the end of tonight’s shift. “Eddie’s actually a really good guy. The guy has a heart of gold. Plus, he loves the same things the boys do. If anything, I think it’ll do them some good to hang out with someone who shares common interests.”

“Did you miss the part where I said he’s a drug dealer?” Steve deadpanned, you shake your head as Robing made her way back to the couch. He shifted uncomfortably as a thought dawned on him. “Besides, how do you know so much about him anyway?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged.

“She spoke to him when he came in to rent Star Wars earlier this week,” Robin smiled. Your eyes widened as you shook your head, silently begging her not to say more. “Apparently, he’s cute and charming.”

“Does shaking my head mean nothing to you?” You deadpanned.

“Charming?!” Steve choked.

“Can we just watch the movie?” You sighed.

“And cute! Don’t forget about cute. She made sure to emphasize just how cute she thought he was after he left,” Robin smiled, looking over at your unamused face. “It’s slipping my mind now. What was it you called cute? His face or butt? You talked so much about both that I feel like I’m getting the story mixed up.”

“Dude!” You laughed. “Come on. Cut me some slack! He’s got the whole eccentric, cool, I-don’t-give-a-fuck thing going for him. What’s a girl to do?”

“Oh, my god! Not you too!” Steve groaned as he plopped himself in front of the couch. “I don’t even wanna watch this stupid movie anymore. I’m that grossed out.”

“That’s interesting way of saying you’re jealous,” Robin snorted as she walked towards to couch you sat on, placing her head on your shoulder as the movie began.

“Jealous? Me? Please,” He blew off. “I’m not the jealous type.”

You both giggled at the statement.

“What?! What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. That’s just a bold statement to make considering you pout every time we hang out without you,” Robin chuckled.

“Wha- No! I-.. That’s not the point of this conversation!” He snapped around, shifting his weight so that he could place his arms on your knees as he spoke. “Just because you find him cute doesn’t mean he’s not a bad influence. What kind of babysitter would I be if I wasn’t a little worried?”

“Okay, fine, Steve. He’s a bad influence,” Robin shrugged, miserably trying to hold back a smirk. “A cute bad influence. One that hides behind his hair when he flirts with Y/N and touches her arm when she giggles at his jokes.”

“Oh, come on! That’s such a typical dude move!” Steve frowned as he looked up at you. “Don’t tell me you actually fell for that.”

“Robin?” Your mother called from the top of the stairs. You silently thanked her for the interruption. “Honey, your mom’s on the phone. She said something about a family dinner?”

“Shoot!” Robin gasped, looking over at her friends. “I’m supposed to be home early tonight! Rain check on movie night?”

“Wait, but-“ Both you and Steve sat up straight as she grabbed her backpack and ran towards the stairs.

“I’m sorry! Bye!” She interrupted before she disappeared behind your mother. An awkward silence fell upon the room. Though you and Steve were good friends, rare were the times you hung out by yourselves. Even if you did, Robin was typically in the next room. She was your mutual friend, the glue to your friendship. Without her, it was just..

“So,” He pursed his lips.

“So,” You shifted uncomfortably.

“Uh,” He cleared his throat before awkwardly taking his arms off of your legs. “Do you still wanna watch the movie or..?”

“I mean,” You shrugged. “Sure, why not? I’m curious to see what she picked out. She told me it was a rom com,” You paused as creepy music began to play.

“Rom com, huh?” He asked, plopping down in the seat beside you and looking over at you skeptically. “What’s this movie called again?”

“I don’t know. She said it won an Oscar for best romance movie in ‘78-“ Your voice trailed off as a haunted looking house appeared on the screen. “That lying bitch.”

Steve threw his head back in laughter as you raised your knees up to your chest and hugged them. “I get the feeling you’re not much of a horror fan.”

“Really? What gave it away?” You asked sarcastically, making him laugh again. “What?”

“Nothing.. It’s just- you’re like the most fearless person I know. It’s kinda funny that you draw the line at horror movies,” He shook his head. “But, if you really don’t wanna watch it, we can just call it a night instead-“

“It’s cool. We’ve seen worse, right? I’m sure I can handle a little- OH MY GOD! DID THAT THING JUST RIP OFF HER ARM?!” You hid your face behind your knees and clenched your eyes shut. Steve dropped his head into his hands as he cackled at your reaction. “Jesus! I was expecting some build up or something before it got to the gruesome parts..”

“Here, I’m a pro at keeping girls calm during horror movies,” He scooted towards you and wrapped an arm around you. “Works like a charm every time.”

“Please don’t tell me this the same move you pull on all those movie dates you tell us about,” You scrunched your nose. “It is, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think you want me to answer that honestly,” He chuckled, making your eyes roll. “Come on, Y/N! We’re both adults. There’s nothing weird about me wrapping an arm around you. It really does help make the movie less scary. I promise I’m not making a move on you. We’re just friends. This is purely platonic.”

Purely platonic. Ouch. Of course you knew he didn’t see you as anything more, but did he have to say it in such an assured manner?

“Right,” You nodded as you remained sitting stiffly.

“That means you can, like, relax, weirdo,” He teased. You rolled your eyes and got comfortable, leaning into his soft and lazy embrace.

“Right..” You muttered, hesitantly adjusting your body so that it was leaning into his own. You were almost taken aback by how warm he was.

“You said that already,” He smirked.

“Do you wanna watch the damn movie or not?” You groaned, pulling away.

“Come back,” He drew out the last word as he pulled you back into him. You’d normally get an explosion of butterflies at his touch, especially with something like that. But you were still reeling in your hurt feelings from the just friends comment. “Okay, I’m sorry. Yes, I wanna watch the movie. I’ll shut up now.”

You both settled into the couch and continued to watch the movie. Much to your dismay, the movie only got scarier from that point on. You had to give credit to the directors for perfectly executing a jump scare after an excruciatingly long build up, it even made Steve wrap his arms around you tighter when each one happened.

“Close your eyes,” He said, covering them for you. “I’ll tell you when this part is over.”

“Did they have to kill the dog?” You mumbled sadly, making him laugh harder.

“It’s just part of the Hollywood magic. I’m sure that dog is still alive,” He reassured you. “.. Most likely.”

“Most likely?!” You frowned, taking his hand off your eyes only to see the killer murder another one. “FUCK! No, I tap out. Go turn the movie off, Steve!”

“No way! We’re almost done anyways. This is the first step to getting over this scary movie phobia!” He protested.

“Is it really considered getting over my fear if I spend the whole movie buried in your chest with your hand over my eyes?” You frowned.

“Baby steps, Y/L/N. Baby steps,” Steve said simply. You turned back towards the movie before he placed his hand on your cheek and moved your face back in his direction. “Wait, you probably don’t wanna turn back around just yet. They’re still at it.”

You glanced over at the hand that caressed your cheek. His own eyes widened, and you could’ve sworn you saw him blush as he pulled away his hand.

“Sorry. Force of habit from the, uh..” He looked down momentarily before his warm, brown eyes were back on your own. He looked up just in time to see your eyes flicker down to his lips. It was a quick, subconscious movement, one he would’ve missed if he blinked at the wrong time. Something about the way you two looked at one another changed in that moment.

Most people who saw each other as just friends wouldn’t hold eye contact for as long as the two of you did. It was as if you both couldn’t look away; you were completely and utterly entranced by one another. A friend wouldn’t reach out to slowly tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, allowing his hand to linger. A friend wouldn’t caress your cheek so intimately, especially not with that look in his eyes. He licked his lips, desperately trying to distract them from the desire of kissing you. But god, you were making it so hard with that sweet little doe-eyed gaze you gave him. Despite your best efforts, you made it incredibly obvious that you yearned for him in the same way.

We’re just friends. The words kept repeating in your mind as a way to try to find the strength to pull away. Even if he didn’t make that clear earlier, Robin has been very explicit of her disapproval of anything more. We’re just friends. We’re just friends.

Oh, but if that were true, he wouldn’t be fixated on your lips, moving his hand from your cheek to lightly stroke them with his thumb. If that were true, you wouldn’t be tracing circles on his chest, feeling his heart all but pound it’s way out. He wouldn’t be leaning in as if you were a magnet and he were steal- a helpless moth drawn to a flame.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, so close you felt his breath dance across your upper lip.

You should’ve said no. You should’ve reminded him that Robin wouldn’t approve and that things would just get complicated if you crossed that line.

“Mm, that doesn’t seem very platonic,” You smiled, leaning in further to make sure your lips brushed against his as you spoke. He let out a breathy chuckle.

“Has anything we’ve done tonight seemed very platonic to you?” He closed his eyes as he teased your lips with his own before you finally caved in. Your hand wandered to the back of his head before pulling him in softly.

His lips responded instantly, almost eagerly, as they slowly moved in sync with yours. His other arm snaked around your waist and pulled you in as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers toyed with the bottom of his shirt, sending butterflies to your stomach as you touched his skin. His hair was softer than you imagined, as was his hip. You mindlessly and softly licked at his bottom lip, wanting more.

“Wait,” He said breathlessly. He readjusted your bodies so that you now laid on your back with him on top. He strategically placed a leg between your own as he left a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your ear. You threw your head back, moaning softly as he nibbled at your earlobe and you heard him let out another breathy chuckle. Your hands scratched gently up and down his clothed body, making his breath quiver as he pulled away.

He looked into your eyes for a moment with a soft smile, a look of passion that melted you to your core, before returning to your lips. This time with more hunger than before. He grinded the thigh he placed between your legs rhythmically as he continued to kiss you, only moving back down to your neck when you threw your head back again in ecstasy.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You moaned.

“Say the word and I’ll stop,” He breathed between kisses.

“Fuck, I don’t think I want you to stop,” You admitted, rolling your hips against his leg.

“Then what do you want?” He asked, pulling away to look into your eyes.

“I want you,” You admitted, making him smile.

“Say it again,” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“I want you, Steve. I-“

“Hey, you guys still watching the movie?” You heard Robin call as the door upstairs opened. You both quickly jumped away from one another, fixing your hair and looking back at the movie as if nothing happened. You both watched as she walked down the stairs, smiling. “I convinced my mom to excuse me from the dinner to stay night with you, Y/N. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah! That’s fine,” You breathed. She frowned.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah! I just- I hate scary movies,” You chuckled nervously. “I think we left the snacks upstairs. I’m gonna go grab them.”

“I’ll help you!” Steve stood up.

“No, it’s okay. I got it,” You shook your head.

“I insist,” He said, already walking past you.

Robin narrowed her eyes but dismissed the conversation as you both made your way upstairs. You rounded the corner to the kitchen and turned to talk at the same time.

“That was-“

“Maybe we should-“

You both paused and laughed awkwardly.

“You go first,” He smiled, crossing his arms.

“That was stupid of us. We just got carried away in the moment without thinking about Robin. I don’t think she’d be thrilled to learn that..”

“That you want me?” He smirked, making you blush.

“Steve, I swear to God if you hold that over my head, or worse- if you tell Robin about what just happened, I’ll-“ You frowned, poking as his chest.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I swear I won’t ever bring it up again,” He laughed. “To you or to Robin. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Thank you,” You smiled, sticking out your hand for him to shake. “So, friends?”

“Yeah, friends,” He placed his hand in yours and shook slowly. You both maintained eye contact before you realized you were falling back under the same spell. His eyes widened as he pulled his hand away. “Shit. Okay, if we don’t want that to happen again, maybe we shouldn’t.. touch.”

“Good idea,” You agreed, looking back at the snacks. He smiled softly at you. “Grab the Pepsi. I got the pizza. And stop looking at me like that.”

“How am I looking at you?” He laughed. You tilted your head with an unamused look.

“Like you wanna kiss me again.”

“But I do wanna kiss you again,” He sighed, grabbing the Pepsi as told. “Especially now that I know what you sound like when I kiss your neck. I can’t help but wonder what other noises I can make you-“

“Steve!” You blushed, feeling like someone kicked the air out of your lungs. “Cut it out! We literally just shook on being friends. Strictly platonic from here on out, got it?”

“Right,” He muttered with a smile as you walked past him towards the basements. “Because that worked out so well last time..”

Part two ->

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i4ksm · 7 months

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2023 KINKTOBER ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

OVERVIEW ☆

18+ content minors dni. you will be blocked, please don’t interact if your age/birth year isnt somewhere i can see publicly.

yes i mainly write fem!reader, but in some i do use gender neutral pronouns. and i do not write sub!xdz. if you dont like that.. dont read it.

you can be added to my taglist if you’d like just comment or pm !

day one : gunil + cockwarming

synopsis : your bf was too busy making music to pay attention to you. you kept bothering him until he finally allowed one thing, sit on his cock. but if you move you dont get anything when he’s done.

warnings : cockwarming, kinda mean gunil but then hes sweet again, praise, piv

day four : jungsu + petplay

synopsis : jungsu liked calling you puppy sometimes, until he soon realized that it has an affect on the both of you.

warnings : pet play, reader wears collar, dom!jungsu, oral (m! receiving) & thigh riding

day six : yandere!gaon + belly bulge

synopsis : gaon realizes the only way he can show you how much he cares is hurting the ones who hurt you. it couldnt help but turn you on when you find out.

warnings : mentions of violence & death, captivity?, belly bulge, piv, dirty talk, gaon is crazy (for you) !

day seven : ode + gym sex

synopsis : during your bfs workout you thought it would be funny to joke around with him and straddle him whilst hes lifting weights. too bad you kept being to distracting.

warnings : semi-public sex, quickie, marking, piv, mirror sex

day nine : junhan + somnophilia

synopsis : junhan has been really stressed recently preparing for their comeback, so in the morning you decide to wake him up in a very relaxing way

warnings : somnophilia (concent is given but not mentioned) oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, cum swallowing

day eleven : jooyeon + makeup sex

synopsis : both you and jooyeon are stubborn as hell and butt heads often. but after an argument joo tries cheering you up. he gets frustrated that it isnt working so he tries something else.

warnings : arguing, marking, somewhat possessive joo, fingering, piv, breeding

day fourteen : ot6 + their favorite sex positions

synopsis : a sex position that i see being a member’s favorite (my opinion)

warnings : tba

day fifteen : gunil + phone sex

synopsis : being away from your drummer boyfriend while hes on tour is really hard for you, and so is he.

warnings : mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mentions of breeding

day eighteen : jungsu + first time

synopsis : you finally decide that you love jungsu enough to let him take your virginity. you soon learn nobody couldve probably done it better

warnings : virginity loss, mentions of blood, fingering, oral fixation, just really cute & soft sex

day twenty one : gaon + overstim

synopsis : today your senses are heightened so you are extra sensitive now. gaon loves with you are sensitive, he thinks its the best time to play with you!

warnings: cocky gaon, spanking, marking, oral (f!receiving) , piv, squirting

day twenty five : ode + corruption

synopsis : when o.de learns you know nothing about sex or orgasms, youve never even touched yourself he about fell out of his chair. he finally gets to corrupt his baby and mold you into what fits him

warnings : virgin!reader, masturbation (fem!) humiliation?, fingering, piv, oral (m!receiving)

day twenty eight : college bf!junhan + public sex

synopsis : you work at the school library for one period a day and your bf decides to visit you. but your plans chance when you both realize the library is empty.

warnings : public sex, quickie, piv, marking, creampie

day twenty nine : jooyeon + hair pulling

synopsis : you love playing with jooyeon’s hair but you love pulling it more. so he decides to start pulling yours to see how you like it

warnings : makeout, hair pulling, oral (both receiving), throat training (kinda)?

day thirty one : ot6 + their kinks

synopsis : kinks i see each member having !

warnings : tba!

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dilucsfavorite · 1 month

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What's your opinion of Irene and the Divine Warriors? What were their dynamics?

Personal, a joke headcanon I have is that Irene is like a neurodivergent Jesus who doesn't pick up on social cues (romantic or otherwise) and is completely oblivious to the Shad/Esmund/(Enki) love square she's caught in. Menphia and Kul'zak are in the background cracking up and panicking because they're basically babysitting a God-like deity (Irene) with the mental awareness of a five-year-old, a traumatized possessive Great dane (shad), a giant Golden retriever (Esmund), and most of their days are consumed with trying not to let Enki die in the crossfire

Before I get into my opinions, I think that joke headcanon is super funny. Also, I'll refer to the Divine Warriors as DW during this entire thing just to make it more easier to write and everything.

As a whole, I believe they are a very dysfunctional family. The way I see them, none of them have romantic feelings for one another as I do not feel as if any of them have the time to even have emotional connections like romance. They all used to be the best of friends, but as the weight of being important people and powers came crashing down on them, so did their friendships.

Some dynamics include:

Enki and Kul'Zak: These two are the closest out of the bunch, they are good friends and trust each other with every fiber in their body. However, to history and to the others, these two rarely interacted. Most of their friendship was hidden within letters sent between the two of them.

Irene and Shad: I hated the dynamic between these two on the show. Like.. they loved each other.. but like they didn't? In my opinion, They are polar opposites, both power wise, personality wise, and philosophy wise. They butt heads a lot, but they have their moments. To me, they are the type of found family siblings that will insult and throw punches at each other, but god forbid someone else insults one or the other.

Now, like their names suggest, They all had jobs within the group, though all acted alone and were all worshiped by different groups of people.

Irene was obviously the healer of the group due to what her powers are and what her name suggests. Here's the thing, I believe her powers are like.. too god-like for an entity described multiple times to be a mortal being. Like.. bring people back to life?? Its like a badly written OC. While I do believe she has the best healing capabilities, and some healing powers, I do not think she should be able to bring people back to life. However, she is the person who makes healing medicine a thing to be studies, and not just something left to witches or healing magic users. She started the idea of doctors.

Enki is the keeper. As the name suggests, he is the keeper of all knowledge, he records everything that has happened within the divine warriors, history that has happened in every nation. I like to think that he has a giant library hidden deep beneath the earth's core. It is like the library of Alexandria, but it has never been found. Most scholars do not believe it exists. But it does.

Esmund the protector. I think he has some pretty cool magic, and since we don't know what is powers are, I am going to make something up. He is the protector, meant to protect the people and his matron. I believe he has the power to harden his skin, but he does not use this to his advantage during fights, he only uses it when the fight is getting tough (which rarely happens). I also believe is a tall, buff man. Intimidating to anyone who does not know him, but he has a giant heart.

Kul'Zak the wanderer. He goes between nations, gathers history, records art, records the people and rulers of villages, and also the resident map maker. He and Enki work close together to fill the library up to anything that can fit into it. Also, he blends in so much that it was no wonder that people did not know he was the wanderer.

Shad the destroyer. I believe his old title was Shad the fighter. Unlike Esmund, Shad was always on the front lines fighting. He never really protected anyone, but he was sure a fighter. He was the type to blindly go at it when it came to war, and it had gotten him in trouble many of times with the other DW. He got the title of destroyer during the war. The title of fighter is only kept within the Library that Enki has. Books and other history was destroyed in the book burning of history books.

Menphia the fury. She was usually in the back of wars, having magic that allowed things to fall from the sky to attack enemy lines. Things like fireballs and such. The reason why she is not so talked about is because she wanted it that way. She did not want to be known, she did not want to be remembered. In some regions, the story of the raining fireballs became that of myth, became a story. One that only happens during war full of magical energy converging. Menphia only wanted to live a quiet life, not fight others, espessially people she used to call her friends.

This took forever to type up but coming up with ideas like this was fun !!!!!

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demonslayedher · 1 year

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Who do you unironically think is the worse character in KNY? The one you personally dislike the most?

Having written up an Iguro answer this morning, I finally figured out my answer to this question:

She just doesn't do it for me in terms of character design, motivations, or her own personal amusements in her instructions for Iguro. The character designed doesn't feel as inspired as other demons because it's very blatantly just "snake woman" and compared to more creative demons, this was a lost opportunity. Eating babies in exchange for making a family rich is, sure, okay, but I'd have wanted to know more about how the demon does that and why the demon prefers this family. Iguro's family is indeed abhorrent, but we just didn't get enough of them to feel the weight of this backstory, though I'd like to think there was an interesting origin story for the family and the demon (especially how the demon appeared so far from the mainland). But even if the "this one'd rare, fatten him up" thing makes sense, the whole "make him look like me" just turns me off completely. Maybe if we had spent more time with her she's feel less contrived, and it still just feels odd to me that Iguro would have a motif and Breath style that so closely resembled the demon he wanted nothing more than to escape from.

That's what I think is the kicker for me, I'd have probably taken to her better if she was anything but a snake. I love rats, but a rat/mouse motif would had worked better, imo, because they are also associated with riches as they are found where the money is, in rice and grain storehouses, and white snakes are associated with riches because they protect the grain from mice. Giving Iguro a way to distinguish himself from that demon, especially as something that triumphs over the other, would had sold his snake theme better.

But, if a single chapter character is not a good enough answer (despite the very significant impact she had on a Pillar), then it's Gyokko. There's just not enough of his character for me to latch onto and feel deeply interested in, whether in design or motivation. I enjoy Gyokko most when he's the butt of a joke.

That being said, I already find him more endearing for how his little quirks like blinking with his teeth get animated, and I'm hoping Ufotable has more surprises in store to at least keep him funny. And to make him feel like a proper threat!

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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Another ask about teasing Unknown? More likely than you'd expect 😶

Anyways! So I've been thinking about my reasonings behind my love for finding all kinds of different ways of getting myself in deep trouble with our stern boss. It's especially interesting, cause my cmc for him is much more calm and gentle with her way of approaching him! And... I kind of realized that the reason for me getting under his skin like that is honestly much more wholesome in its nature than you'd think.

There's just something... so special about trying to bring some excitement and chaos into his predictable life, at least the good kind. His days are probably blending together into one tiring and angry fog, since there's not much for him to do or even think about, other than work towards his revenge. And I don't want him to live in these negative emotions, even if he thinks that that's the only way for him to get what he wants. I know this might be super silly, but watching him jolt in surprise or raise a brow in confusion whenever I'm acting stupid with him (sometimes on purpose whether he realizes it or not) is making me feel very happy :) It might be small, but for this fleeting moment, there's something different occupying his mind, something much more real and tangible than his usual thoughts of hatred and pain.

Making people I care about laugh is definitely one of my love languages, but since I know that Unknown is not the type to appreciate jokes or funny comments, I guess I'm just trying to lighten his mood by being silly. I wonder how he would react to me confessing my true motivations behind all my banter? Cause I'm pretty sure he might misinterpret my behavior and think that I'm trying to bring him down or exploit his weaknesses, when it's definitely not the case.

Watching you is almost like watching a child who won't stop trying to jam a fork in a light socket. You don't know when to quit and he isn't sure why he hasn't exploded on you enough to make you regret that you keep opening your mouth to say things that have nothing to do with his goals. You just don't get it and he doubts you ever will get it.

Frankly, he can't stand it.

But, what could he expect from someone like you? What could he expect from somebody who lived in a world entirely different than his own? What could he expect from somebody who knew what it felt like to wake up in the morning without having a gun pointed at their head? Was there a point in expecting anything different from you in this life?

"Guess what?" you asked, fingers prodding at the elastic that clung to his tank top.

With a disdainful noise that told you all he could ever feel about your distraction, he looked from the monitor and appeared at you with his piercing blue eyes. If you looked closely, you could see him debating if it was worth seeing what you wanted or not.

His voice was unpleased. "What?"

"Chicken butt."

Dear Savior, he regretted the day he took you from that apartment. It would have been punishment enough to leave you in that place with those morons and traders. It took all of his strength not to explode at you for distracting him for even a fraction of a second. There was no time for this.

"Why?" he asked, teeth grinding against each other as if he was going to get an answer to your lunacy.

"Chicken thigh," you chimed.

A part of him wanted to teach you a lesson for continuing to get on his nerves in this way, but it was his fault he brought you here in the first place. There was no way for him to get rid of you at this point because you knew too much and he didn't want to waste any of his time finding somebody else to take care of all the grunt work. But, it was wearing his patience thin.

So, he decided it wasn't worth the energy. He looked back to his load of work and continued to type, ignoring the distracting weight of you against his lap and the cheeky tone of your voice that kept trying to win him over for whatever reason. Well, he wouldn't have it. You were his and he would break you of this streak eventually.

Little did he know that you were the one pulling the strings behind him. You were going to make sure he didn't destroy himself, even if it wound up destroying you.

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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Imagine Kafka Letting Slip How Much He Likes You

Kafka Hibino x FemReader

Warnings: None

Going through training to fight Kaiju was taking it’s toll on your body today as you limped to the mess hall. You could hear the ruckus of all the cadets from across the building. Normally you were up for laughing and carrying on with your fellow trainees but today you were just ready for some grub and then hopefully afterwords a much needed rest. It wasn’t until you walked through the doors did you find out what the uproar was about. A red faced Kafka Hibino was all the explanation you needed to know he was the butt of the joke and everyone was making fun of him. While Kafka seemed like a doofus who was wasting his time to everyone else, you genuinely liked him. He was funny and the way he was trying again after so many failures was endearing. You ignored the cackles and Kafka’s windy replies. You waited in line fighting a headache from the tense training that had happened today while everyone else carried on. You were secretly jealous that everyone seemed to have tons of energy while you were dragging. As you limped towards the closest table with a tray in hand you didn’t notice Kafka watching you with concern. When you sat down you felt relief but now you were worried you wouldn’t be able to get up again. Running on adrenaline had sapped all your strength and you didn’t know it until you sat down. Without a word Kafka got up from his seat and carried what remained of his tray towards you. He plopped down beside you giving you one of his famous grins.

“You doing alright,” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah I’m doing fine. Training is just kicking my butt today.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Mine too.”

“It’s always kicking your butt Kafka!”

You laughed while the older man sputtered, though he couldn’t argue.

You ate your food while Kafka finished whatever was left on his tray. Normally he would inhale anything he got (being part Kaiju made his appetite jump off the scales) but just having you around gave him an excuse to eat slower. It wasn’t until the warning bell sounded that it was almost time to get back at it. Kafka had finished but you shoveled what was left in your mouth before rising to take your tray to the dish washer. As soon as you stood putting weight on your ankle it gave way leaving you to fall onto the unforgiving floor. Except you never hit the floor. A arm wrapped around your waist and set you back on your feet, though you kept your weight off your bad ankle.

“Yeah you need to go to the infirmary,” Kafka answered also taking your tray. He grimaced as Reno glared at the older man from across the mess hall but you didn’t notice as he helped you along. Awkward silence had settled between you two as you hobbled along with Kafka still by your side. You cleared your throat trying not to think about his close proximity and warmth.

“So for a guy who sucks so bad during training. You’re pretty strong there Kafka.”

He laughed awkwardly, “Guess I’ve been eating more veggies around here.”

“Sure I guess it’s been rough on a guy like you who’s probably spent most of his adult years running on pork rinds, cigarettes, and beer,” you laughed.

“Hey I refrained myself from those things before joining the Defense Force thank you.”

“Sure sure,” you snorted. Kafka held open the infirmary door for you while you hobbled in.

“Kafka. (Y/N). What brings you into my neck of the woods,” the base doctor asked.

“She got injured during training, now she can’t put weight on her ankle,” Kafka explained while easing you onto the examination table.

“Okay we’ll see how bad it is. Thanks for bringing her Kafka, I can take it from here.”

Kafka shook his head, “I’d rather stay here to see how she is and then help her back into her room.”

“I think if I’m patched up I can head out for more training,” you spoke causing both men to shake their heads.

“I think it’ll be better for you to rest,” the doctor spoke. “I’ll send a letter for your superiors to explain your absence and to give you a little time to recover.” That’s what you didn’t want to hear but if you needed to heal completely then you would. The Defense Force wouldn’t like putting someone out on the battlefield that didn’t take care of themselves. It only put more people at risk.

With a patched up ankle and a Kafka once more acting as a crutch you both walked towards the barracks. Kafka seemed to be thinking about something but you shrugged it off. He had always seemed a little distant and you couldn’t figure out why, but you were thankful for him. You also thought his kindness and care endearing. Back at your room you entered in your number on the wall panel. Using the door frame as a brace you turned towards your hero.

“Thanks for your help today Kafka,” you grinned. “I think I’ll be just fine on my own now.”

“You’re welcome. I’m just glad it wasn’t serious. I’ll bring you some grub a little later,” he answered while his foot tapped nervously.

“Well thanks again you’re my hero Kafka.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“I um…”

You waited before he bolted forward pulling you into his unyielding body. Though he was still careful about your injured ankle. He kissed the top of your head and you froze.

“Kafka?”

“I like you a lot and what you said made my walls come crumbling down. I’ve always wanted to be someone’s hero and it just makes it better that I’m yours,” he sighed before stiffening up again realizing what he just said and done.

Now his confidence bled away replaced by a blush so red a cherry would be jealous. You laughed returning the embrace and kissing his scruffy chin, “I like you too Kafka. Now get back to training before you get yelled at some more.”

“Yes ma’am,” he let go saluting you sloppily. “Hey I’ll see you later?!”

“I look forward to it,” you spoke softly. Watching his retreating form you couldn’t help but think that there was more to Kafka Hibino then anyone realized.

#Kafka Hibino x Reader #Kafka Hibino / Reader #Kaiju No. 8 #Kafka Hibino #Kaiju No. 8 Imagine #Kafka Hibino Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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juniperhillpatient · 1 year

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The Desert Re-watch

This was an intense episode. Appa is missing, the Gaang is lost in the desert, & everything is feeling very hopeless. Not only is the situation dire, but the circumstances are bringing out everyone's worst traits. It's just good writing the way that everyone's bad behavior while infuriating, is understandable & makes perfect sense for the characters. Aang is snappy with everyone & honestly pretty horrible to Katara, especially because she is doing everything in her power to keep them all alive & he still snaps at her consistently. But also - as angry with Aang as I was for his treatment of his friends & specifically Katara in this episode, I still felt awful for him. Appa has been such an important character in this show. He's Aang's best friend, he's saved everyone's lives countless times, & they're pretty screwed without him. Another thing that adds to the emotional weight of Aang losing Appa is that Appa & Momo are the only two pieces of Aang's old life & air nomad culture that Aang has left. Well, he has his staff, but Appa & Momo are of course living companions. I think you guys get what I'm trying to say.

Anyway, Sokka is back to being relegated to comedy relief in this episode but I have to say, it didn't bother me the way that it has at other times. Unlike totally ignoring the mission & purpose of being somewhere ('The Blind Bandit') or getting trapped in a hole ('Bitter Work') I don't feel like Sokka's motivations made no sense nor do I really feel like he was unfairly treated as the butt of the joke for no real reason. Like I've said before, I'm fine with a character being comedy relief if it makes sense & works. And the cactus juice trip is hilarious while also contributing to the overall tension of the episode. Plus, 'it's the quenchiest!' is a hilarious line. I also really liked the moment when Sokka mentions Yue during his trip in reference to the moon. It's funny but it's also a subtle nod to the fact that she's still heavy on his mind & I'm a huge fan of comedy with a darker underlying note. Also, Sokka gets +100 points for iconic behavior when he licks gunk off a cave wall after hallucinating all day. Smart? No. Did it make me say "iconic"? yes & that's how you earn points. I once saw someone say Sokka is the kid who gets straight A's & builds computers in his free time but also would eat pizza out of a trash can & I think that's totally accurate.

I felt bad for Toph in this episode. Even though she's not that helpful to Katara, compared to Sokka & Aang she's doing a lot. It's also obvious how guilty she feels for not being able to protect Appa, & I hated her getting yelled at even though I understood why Aang did it (again, it's just really good writing when I feel bad for both parties involved in a conflict.) Also, I loved the moment when Katara & Toph worked together against the sand hornets.

Katara in this episode is just....amazing. This episode really just encapsulates all my reasons for loving Katara. She is the strongest member of the Gaang, mentally & emotionally. She is carrying them through this. The moment when everyone is ready to give up & Sokka is hallucinating & Aang is so upset over Appa & it just feels so hopeless & she says...."alright, we're getting out of here, & we're doing it together." That's freaking strength. +1000 points for iconic behavior. (Katara, Toph, & Azula are now the only three characters with over 2000 points.)

The ending of the episode is just fantastic. I don't ship Katara & Aang romantically & stand by saying that Katara often feels like a big sister to Aang. However you choose to read the scene at the end, it's a pretty intense moment & Katara's emotional strength continues to shine through as she comforts Aang when he goes into the Avatar state after confronting Appa's kidnapper. Actually...Katara gets another 500 points for that. She is now only 100 points behind Azula for the lead. Aang gets 1000 points for going into the Avatar State in anger over Appa's theft.

This was a very strong episode & I really enjoyed it.

I forgot to comment on Iroh & Zuko's side adventure but I don't know what to say about it because I'm still deciding how I feel about Iroh & the White Lotus Club. I thought it was interesting, & I remember my intrigue being sparked the first time I watched it & it is again but I still haven't decided if I like it. Oh well, it's about time I skimped on the Iroh & Zuko commentary for once, I'm always giving them attention lol seems right that at least once I have nothing to say about them.

#atla re watch #atla book 2 #the desert

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pbandjesse · 7 months

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Today was a really nice day. I got a little overtired from being out in the sun but it will be okay. I am looking forward to sleep.

I slept alright last night. Remembering to turn the fan on and having that white nosie helps a lot. I woke up a little after 9 and as I was making the bed James came in and told me I looked really powerful standing on the bed which made me laugh.

We had a chill morning. I got dressed and felt alright. For sure needed to wash my hair. But putting it in a clip was fine for now. We would have to get Sweetp to the vet at 1230. And would want to get him ready around 1145 so we could be calm. So we got the carrier out early and just pretended it was no big thing.

Then while we were eating our little breakfasts James put catnip in the carrier and slowly got Sweetp comfortable. But by 1150 he was only putting his front paws in there. So I picked him up and put him in butt first.

He cried the entire time. I felt so bad. James felt so bad. But he kept crying!!

Once we got to the car he seemed a little calmer. James buckled him in and we headed to the vet.

We had not been to this one before but I low key loved it. Firstly it was like a blast from the past inside. Wood paneled walls and plastic chairs like a stadium. And the staff was super nice. There was an old guy taking his dog home who was full of jokes that had everyone smiling and in a good mood.

Me and James got in a bit of a tiff in the car when they told me they never got the pet insurance redone. And I thought we had not taken Sweetp to the vet until they did that but they didn't and I was like. Pissed pissed. When we got to the vet I found the insurance they accept and got James to buy it right then. I was much more calm after that. But man was I angry for a bit there.

The tech we had first was great. She was very sweet. Apparently sweetp's vet records labeled him as a dog which we all thought was very funny. And she said he isn't fat!! Just large!! The vet would confirm that when he came in. They were super complimentary actually once I told them my concerns. They were like. You could brush him more but he's beautiful and so sweet.

Sweetp was being really good though. He weights almost 17lbs. They did an ear temperature because he gets so upset with the butt one. They were super kind to make him comfortable.

The vet was a really neat guy. He has done animal handling for movies. And their clinic helps with gorillas in Africa. Which is amazing but he told us that the other vet there just died from west Nile virus he got in Africa 2 weeks ago. Wild. Heartbreaking. I'm really sorry for their loss.

He gave me a lesson plan they had written because I told him we do nature programs at camp. I thought that was super sweet of him. And it is clearly a labor of love and seems super cool. I will pass it on tomorrow.

The vet also asked if we had done sweetp's DNA before. He thinks he might have maine coon in his lineage because he's so friendly and big and how he plays. He also thinks I should get camp to do his DNA and use it for a lesson which I don't think they would go for but is a fun idea!

Sweetp got his shots. And he only bit the tech a little and she wasn't mad at him. Sweetp was being a super good little boy just sitting on the table though which was clearly making him uncomfy but he was being so good. We would get him back in his carrier and paid st the front. And then we headed home.

I was honestly really hungry but I was more focused on getting Sweetp home and comfy. We got him inside and he basically exploded out of the carrier and ran away. I got him to come back to give him a couple treats. Told him he's such a good boy. And then me and James headed back out.

We went to Chipotle for a late lunch. And it was really good. I got a salad and James got tacos. I saved half of mine for lunch tomorrow. Then James said we could get donuts for the road.

We went next door and I saw they had the spider donut keychain I had seen on Instagram. I was like. I need that. I love it. James said yes and I was bouncing a little cause I was excited. I got my two donuts and my keychain and James got a coffee and two donuts and soon enough we were on the road.

I named my spider donut Spooder. I love him very much. Good hand feel.

And it was a nice drive. A little long. A little bright. But a nice ride. We were going to a sunflower farm! We would stop at a royal farms to use their bathroom. This was a good move. The farm was just a field.

We arrived at the farm at 3. We paid our $10. And it was so worth it. It was beautiful. I also learned a lot about sunflowers. They are actually 2000 smaller flowers making up each sunflower? They are great at absorbing nuclear fallout?? They are super attractive to bees?? Incredible.

We took pictures and looked around. Walked on paths. The sun was just a little to hot on our backs but I only cares a little it was so beautiful and lovely. There were only a few other people and it just felt so special. Sunflowers are what James gave me when they proposed. We had them at our engagement party and our wedding. I love sunflowers. I love James.

We would struggle to take pictures because the sunflowers are not strong enough to balance my phone on. I was able to use a carabiner and hook it on the stem without damaging it but it wasn't ideal. Eventually we found a traffic cone and was able to take much better pictures. The sun was to bright though and I was struggling to see and not making pained faces without my sunglasses but I still think we look cute and happy. Because we were!!

We would decide it was time to go when we were a little to hot. The nice ladies at the front took our picture in a silly face in a hole sign. And then it was time to go home.

I was super glad I insisted on refilling my water cup at chipotle before we left. It was the best thing to cook is down. The AC helped. I was exhausted from the sun and just wanted to go home.

It wasn't a bad ride but I was fading a bit. When we got back here James carried my market box inside to be refreshed. I got some new stickers in the mail today. And I went to get changed.

I washed my face and would lay down. I had to answer some emails and stuff but I mostly just really really needed to sleep.

James would go for a bike ride. And I would sleep the evening away.

When I woke up at 7 I was really woozy. James kept asking me if I wanted anything but I didn't and I was so tired still and dehydrated and was like. Please stop. But they were just trying to help.

Eventually I would had a pbandj and take a bath and wadhed my hair. It helped but I am still really tired. And dehydrated.

I am going to go brush my teeth and drink some water and hopefully fall asleep easy.

I head to camp tomorrow. Looking forward to s nice day. I hope you all have a good night and a fun day tomorrow. Sleep well and be safe.

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straycinameticuniverse · 2 years

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The weight/pig/Walrus Jokes.

Everyone is entitled to their own opinions on this matter and I am very entitled to ignore and discard any that I don’t agree with, that being said:

For the longest time the group members have been passing around jokes about Changbin’s appearance and weight and comparing him to either a pig or walrus. I for one never found the jokes funny and lots of stays pointed out how “unfunny” these were, the jokes continued and eventually fans started making similar jokes directed at Changbin and judging from his reactions when the said jokes were mentioned, it was clear that he wasn’t a big fan, eventually he stated that he does not like the nickname walrus…and would appreciate it if fans do not put that on banners at concerts and if they did, he would just ignore. People still didn’t take this seriously and continued and every so often, a weight joke is passed, directed at the same man who shifts and smiles awkwardly each time. I have always had a very clear line between idols and myself and I do not ever try to guess what they are feeling/thinking. In this case it is somewhat different because his dislike is evident and the members themselves stated how he doesn’t like the joke, so I guess that says everything. A lot of stays claim that we cannot understand the relationship and bond they share and therefore it’s wrong of us to want them to stop with these insensitive jokes, whilst this comment is harmless and seemingly aimed at keeping peace, I think it lacks the understanding of the situation as a whole. Stays who find this problematic are not asking them to apologise for laughing at their friend.

We would appreciate it if they understood just how harmful and mean the “jokes can be”

When I first started high school, I was very slim and tall and when I joined hockey my friends would come to my games and scream the most ridiculous and rude comments about my appearance, comparing me to various things, objects and even animals and even though I would smile and laugh it off, it played a huge role in how I felt about myself because I always felt like maybe I should eat more, maybe I should cover up, maybe I should stop playing hockey altogether, and I never realised until later.

The idea behind humour aimed at your appearance is that you look unappealing, displeasing/ridiculous etc, and because you’re so ‘unacceptable’ it’s within our rights to make every joke under the sun about you, which is wild if you ask me…I cannot understand why you guys think this is normal, they don’t call him a walrus or pig because they think he’s pink and likes to swim! You all know that, and these jokes go way beyond just Changbin, they have such a large fan base growing every single day and you know what?!? There’s people who hear those jokes and think “damn I look a little like that…do I also look like a walrus/pig?! Is that what other people think of me?!” And so many other thoughts. I don’t think I have to explain how these things can really mess with you and in-still very harmful and unhealthy behaviours.

You people bashed Kim for talking about how she lost weight, talking about how harmful it is but you refuse to see how harmful it is to be the butt of a joke based on your appearance in front of thousands of people cheering and screaming at your expense?!?

I promise you, these jokes have looong term effects, just because you’ve never experienced it doesn’t mean we are all in the same boat, if anything I am happy for you but keep in mind there’s millions of people absorbing the content each day.

Accepting that this is wrong doesn’t mean you’re interfering in their relationship, it simply means that you’re looking out for yourself and everyone around you. So please spread and let other people know what’s up.

P:S if you have bbl please take the opportunity to send them messages on there to make them aware.

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progressivemother · 10 months

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The three year glitch and seven year itch

For many the three year glitch and the seven year itch are difficult to navigate. I think it depends on who you are on which one you have. They are both similar. Older generations usually have the seven year itch while younger ones tend to have the three year glitch.

The three-year glitch has replaced the seven-year itch as the tipping point where couples start to take each other for granted. But either way every relationship goes through this stage. Stinginess, weight gain, cleaniness, etc can all play a part. Even things that were once considered cute by a spouse has become annoying, such as being controlling.

Longer working hours combined with money worries can take a toll, along with sexual incompatibility (even if you were compatible before), personality differences, different outlooks and goals, and incompatible lifestyle quirks. These can play a role in every relationship but that doesn't mean you will see all of these problems in your marriage.

Mine was mainly cleanliness and his long hours. His was that I was too much of a clean freak. But we figured out how to make it work. Now he actually enjoys the house being clean and gets annoyed at messes. He got a different job with less hours and I started working from home.

To say it was a stressful time in our lives is an understatement. We went through the three year glitch. At seven years we didn't have an issue.

Here are some ways to get through this.

1. Realize you can’t change anyone but yourself. We cannot change another person, and attempting to do so actually harms the relationship. This isn’t to say that people can’t change. They totally can. On their own. My husband and I have changed over time naturally with the motivation of each other.

2. Get out of the victim mentality. You will drown if you are focusing on yourself. Remember that your spouse has just as many things that they could be upset about that you do. There’s two sides to every story. This is why communication is key. As I said in another post, use anger as an opportunity not an obstacle.

3. Share things equally. This is related to #2. If you feel like your doing everything on your own while your spouse comes home and sits for hours after work, then talk about it. If you don't, you'll be miserable. Since you can't change your spouse, you have to address it another way. For us, I went back to work and also had some girls nights out, giving him time to care for the kids. He got to where he understood how hard it was. We both work and we both parent. It has been really good for us.

4. Have regular date nights. This one is simple, but important. And easier said than done. Because life is busy! Having time to just be a couple can be extremely beneficial to the relationship. It doesn't have to be anything expensive either. You can have a picnic or stay at home and have a movie night while the kids spend the night with the grandparents. For us, we decided on at least once a month, maybe more if we have time. Mix it up. Adventure promotes bonding.

5. Choose to laugh. My husband likes to tease. He makes a lot of jokes and loves to pinch and slap my butt. If either of us get upset about something silly, laughing immediately diffuses any situation. Keep your mood up. Find things to laugh about throughout the day. Watch some funny Youtube clips or TikTok.

6. Focus on your spouse’s good qualities. This one is hard to do when you’re annoyed with your spouse, but it is powerful. My husband likes to joke, he is a very accepting person, reliable, hardworking, trustworthy, loyal, responsible, courageous, kind, has integrity, would die before he let anything happen to me or the kids, and best of all he cares for women's rights, lgbtqia rights, children's rights, and bipoc rights.

7. Don't compare your marriage to others. No one's marriage is perfect and to think it is isn't being honest with yourself. Don't compare your marriage to Instagram or Facebook marriages you see. Yours is yours. I don't compare ours to anyone's, because the reality is that those couples don't have the perfect marriage either. Perfect isn't a reality. The reality is that our marriage is perfect for us.

8. Make a plan for improvement. Pick a handful of things to work on. Things that you think will have the biggest impact. Make some goals, set aside some time. Make a plan. Decide to improve your marriage and increase your happiness. We did this for ourselves. We are at our ten year milestone and are much happier than we were in the third year of our marriage.

Marriage can be hard, but we all know it's worth it. You can be as in love with your spouse as you were on the day you married. It takes effort to keep a marriage going but it is well worth it, especially when you are in love. Marriage will always take give, take, compromise, and plenty of communication.

#love #progressive #family #relationship #marriedlife #marriage #progressive parenting

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Getting tall

Summary: Damian finally hits his growth spurts and the fam have opinions. Some damijon, timkon, jaytemis, and dickori mentioned.

Damian was an adorable tiny murder baby when he first showed up at the manor. Like a feral kitten. Short end of normal growth at 10 years old and thin too, Dr Leslie found. Make sure he eats 3 square meals and snacks when he wants and he’ll be just fine. Alfred had made it his mission, as he had done for both Jason and Tim, to put weight on Damian.

The first family member he outgrew was Cass. She reached over to ruffle his hair only to reach up above her head rather than below it. She didn’t mind. 5’4 isn’t very tall. She’d just have to remember that the next time they spar. Height wasn’t an important factor to her.

It was a few months later that Damian hit a massive growth spurt and grew 4 inches. He passed by 5’6 Stephanie.

“Hey little dude. What are they puttin in your food, miracle grow?” She asked when she noted how tall he was and how big his feet had gotten. Damian was a bit like the giant puppies all gangly. Alfred was adjusting the Robin costume monthly after Damian rushed to put it on for patrol one day and every time he raised his arms he felt his stomach show. Clothes were constantly being bought that met his newest height increase. The Kents were very appreciative of the barely worn clothing Jon got as Damian went through another pair.

“I’m perfectly normal in growth,” he said pulling on the hem of his shirt that was growing shorter by the day. Stephanie eyed him but left it. Tim hated the height jokes they would make when everyone started passing him in height. Nowadays Tim just rolled his eyes and deferred all short jokes to Bart who Damian was now taller than. Bart didn’t care at all because he was short but he was also at least top 3 faster people ever so who cares right?

For a very short time, Damian was taller than Jon. He liked that. Jon thought it was pretty funny.

“D, I’m going to be taller. My dad and mom are both taller than yours. I’ll be taller in the end,” Jon said with a grin before Damian pushed him off the roof. Jon giggled and stared at Damian with obvious heart eyes. The kid was definitely smitten.

Tim was half an inch taller. He didn’t acknowledge it in any way. But it wasn’t surprising. His mother was tiny, his father lower end of average, and Tim probably skipped too many meals with working during an important growth phase while he was becoming Robin. 5’8.5 is a perfectly normal height for a man. He had an easier time with stealth.

Bruce watched as his son grew more handsome and taller everyday. He recognized things he hadn’t taken the time to see with Dick or Jason and had missed completely with Tim. Aftershave, cologne, and deodorant budget went up exponentially and Damian was barred from bringing any of his shoes in the house and his Robin uniform had to double washed occasionally. He spent far longer in the bathroom doing his hair and agonizing over any spot on his face.

Bruce even once caught Damian do the lean on the doorframe while talking to someone they like when Jon visited once. He had to give the worst birds and bees talk of all time. Bruce also noted how Damian had Talia’s nose and his lip curled the same way hers did when he smiled. He stretched when walking to the breakfast table the same way Dick did.

Damian didn’t get another true growth spurt for 2 years. There was plenty of jokes that he jumped up to his height and didn’t move again. Jon was once again taller than Damian. Alfred was ready this time with the massive amount of food the 15 year old could put away and panels in his costume for easier adjustments.

Talia smiled proudly at her son as he grew taller than her. He was turning out handsome like his father but kept her feature and in her mind, that was the perfect combo. She never told Damian because she didn’t him to grow arrogant.

Dick didn’t notice it right away. He was so busy with Bludhaven and the Titans that he didn’t notice Damian had gotten a full inch taller than him. He only realized when him and Damian practiced a complex move that required a taller and shorter partner while training. They paired up as they always did and the maneuver completely fell apart. Dick was mentally putting together why it failed when Damian walked over and it clicked. Little D was not so little anymore.

“You’re taller than me,” he said brightly. Damian immediately grinned.

“So now you’re little D,” Damian said back. Dick laughed at that one.

“Don’t let it go to your head. I can throw you around like a tilt-a-whirl,” Dick warned. Of course, that’s exactly what happened the next time they sparred when Damian tried to use his height advantage.

“I can beat Jason so don’t think you can beat me just by being bigger,” Dick said standing over Damian who rolled his eyes.

Dick had no problem with Damian getting taller. It was his own height he had a complicated relationship with. See, Dick grew up as an acrobat. Being tall is a disadvantage. More weight to swing, more body to move. And his father had told him growing up that almost every Grayson man has been 5’8. It’s a legacy as strong as flying above the circus crowd.

And so when at 15, Dick was very distraught with the fact that he hadn’t stopped growing at 5’8. It felt like a part of his history and family legacy had died. He wasn’t one of the 5’8 Grayson men. He never told anyone beside Kori, late at night where she told him she loved him tall or small. She had already far outpaced Dick and was on her way to being 6’4.

Duke and Alfred and Damian were the same height for a short while. Duke would joke that he could just wear the Robin’s costume since they were the same size. Damian would threaten to disembowel him if he touched it and that made Duke laugh even more.

When he grew taller Duke once again joked with Damian calling him a not so jolly green giant and Alfred considered his nutrition attempt a complete success. Damian went from a tiny kid to a tall strong young man.

Damian and Jon were practically the same size for a while. Jon barely bent his neck to rest his chin on Damian’s shoulder as his partner worked on a complex mechanical part. Then Jon hit another growth spurt to end in his final height of 6’2, same as Bruce and his father. Damian enjoyed having a taller boyfriend for a while but would never say anything. High school dances were nice.

Bruce could see Damian getting taller and stronger and was practically grown. Dr Leslie warned Bruce that growth could continue until Damian was in his early 20s and he could end up a quite tall young man or stop tomorrow.

Jason liked being the tallest and biggest in the family. He had an entire inch in height on Bruce and was at least 20 lbs heavier. He was built like tank. When Jason had died at 15, he was terrifyingly thin. Alfred had tried his best but Jason had suffered malnutrition and hunger from practically birth. He was short and thin and Dr Leslie had told Bruce he probably always would be. And so when Jason came back to life a giant 6’3 and over 200 lbs, it was a shock. It took him forever to accept his size as anything more than an amour to create fear in his enemies. The first time he had accidentally scared a woman walking in the street at night, Jason had hated that he was so big. But within his family, it had become a source of pride. He was certainly taller than Dick and Alfred and even Bruce.

So when he visited Cass’s birthday party and Jason stood next to Damian and realized that the kid was taller than him, he was a little shocked. Damian had reached his final height of 6’4.

“When the hell did you get so big?” Jason asked while cake was being served. Dick nosed in the conversation.

“Little D is taller than you now,” he said with a teasing grin at Jason.

“And yet you insist on calling me Little D,” Damian said with an eye roll.

“I call him Big D,” Jon said with a smile. Dick blanched and Jason coughed out an awkward laugh.

“Good for you, bro,” he said patting Damian on the back. Jon blushed at the sudden understanding.

“No! I mean- he’s taller than me. I didn’t mean- uh,” Jon stuttered. Damian grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him away from his brothers who were laughing.

“It’s weird you know,” Jason admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“The fact that he is dating Jon?”

“No, they’ve been together forever. That he’s taller than me,” Jason said.

“Are you- does it bother you that you aren’t the tallest?” Dick asked with a gleeful smile.

“No,” Jason said abruptly.

“It could be like how I learned my little brother was bigger than me,” Dick teased. “All of a sudden you were just massive. My tiny little brother was this big dude. Good thing I’m comfortable with my masculinity.”

“Your girlfriend is like 6 inches taller than you. If that isn’t emasculating then there’s nothing I could do,” Jason answered.

“Yeah, she’s always been taller than me,” Dick said with a fond smile. “You can’t talk with the Amazon you’ve been hanging with.” He pushed Jason’s shoulder with a grin.

“We’re just friends-I guess,” Jason said uncomfortable. “That’s not the same-“

“Well at least Tim will always be our little brother,” Dick changed the subject but mentally noted Jason’s reaction to the mention of Artemis.

“Yeah, he’ll always be a shrimp,” Jason agreed.

“Honestly fuck you both,” Tim said from across the room. With Kon standing next to him he certainly looked tiny.

“Hey, it’s my birthday and I am the shortest and I can still kick all of your butts,” Cassandra reminded them both and they laughed but neither corrected her because they knew she was right.

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