#i think i got there eventually though. kind of

[batsandbirdbrains]

I need Bruce trying to gentle parent Dick as a child. Like maybe Bruce isn’t exactly a good parent but tries. When Dick starts throwing massive tantrums, he just puts Dick in an empty room for time out. This does not stop Dick as he ends up destroying the room despite nothing being in it. When Dick does something Bruce doesn’t approve of, Bruce just says softly “Don’t do that.” Dick does it again. Like I need him trying and failing. Nothing he does works. Then Dick decides to turn that gentle parenting back on Bruce. No whenever Bruce makes him mad, he puts Bruce in a time-out room. Whenever Bruce is being dumb, he just gives him a pout and says “Don’t do that.” Bruce actually does his best to listen to Dick because he thinks it might foster trust or encourage Dick to follow along when Bruce does it to him. It doesn’t really work. Dick still doesn’t listen and now Bruce is being parented by the child he’s supposed to be raising. The only plus is that it calms down Dick’s more violent urges because instead of destroying shit he just sends Bruce away.

Then Dick gets shot, and something in Bruce snaps. There is no more gentle parenting, no more kind words or soft punishments. He needs to make Dick listen, and if that means hurting him, then so be it. He loses sight of the fact that Dick is still a kid, an incredibly traumatized one at that. He still lets Dick parent him, although he’s more snappy about it. Dick stops being soft with him, too, instead telling him harshly to get to bed, threatening to sic Alfred on him, or screaming in his face about how he’s the worst. Somehow they’ve fallen into this horrible dynamic and neither of them know how to get out of it. Dick blames himself for being such a troubled kid, and though Bruce never says it, Dick knows he blames him too. So Dick leaves.

Eventually, over the years their family grows, but Bruce’s softness never really comes back. He’s meaner, more controlling, even downright cruel at times. And one day when the entire batfam is arguing with him over how unreasonable he is, one them snaps and says “Jesus, B, who turned you into such a fucking asshole?” and before Bruce can even think about it, he responds “Dick did.” He closes his mouth in shock, face going ashen while everyone else freezes. The words cut straight into Dick’s heart. He replies with the only words he can think of at the moment “Don’t do that.” He meant for the words to be cold, confident. Instead they came out soft, chiding and pained. Before anyone can say anything else, Bruce turns on his heel and leaves. They all try to follow him to argue more but then stare, confused, as he walks into an empty room, locking the door behind him. He doesn’t come out for a long time.

🥺 rip out my fucking heart why don’t you, damn.

But now I’m just thinking of the scenario with Bruce saying Dick turned him into an asshole, and the whole room freezes.

Jason didn’t expect an actual answer. Tim and Damian thought Bruce would have just chided Jason for his language. Dick thought a Bruce was just going to keep yelling.

But then the way he says, “Dick did” without even thinking about it, without hesitation, it shocks everyone.

And Dick feels like he wants to cry, because sure, he knew he was a pretty fucked up kid. He was troubled. Traumatized. A problem child. But Bruce for the most part had been so patient when he was little. And when Bruce started being an asshole after Dick got shot, it wasn’t like Dick couldn’t fight right back. It was almost like a game, sometimes. But Dick has always felt so guilty about it, because Bruce had been so soft spoken and patient and nice, and then Dick went and fucked him up. Dick ruined him. It’s all Dick’s fault.

Dick has always had that thought in the back of his mind. But he’s never had any real proof that Bruce felt the same.

Now he does. And Dick’s chest feels hollow as he stares at a horrified looking Bruce.

All Dick can manage to say is a soft, desperate, “Don’t do that,” just like Bruce always tried to use with him, before he started using yelling as his go-to response.

Then Bruce turns without saying anything and walks right into an empty room, and Dick feels like he’s going to throw up. He turns too, towards his bike, and he ignores the way his siblings are calling after him. He turns off his comms and rides home, going way too fast, feeling the wind whip around him, and tears blurring his vision until he blinks them away.

When he gets back to his Blüdhaven apartment, he slides in through the window and doesn’t even change out of his costume before he’s puking in the bathroom.

He silences his phone, turns in his security system, and then spends the next hour sitting under the water in his shower, spacing out until the water goes ice cold and he has to get out. Then he crawls into bed, pulls out Zitka from under the pillows to hug to his chest, and buries his head under his pillows. If he doesn’t pay attention to it, he can pretend he’s not still crying because of the guilt.

He stays like that for a long time, not moving. He falls asleep for a while, wakes up in a panic, rinse and repeat.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but the next thing he knows, someone is sitting down on his bed next to him, laying a hesitant hand in his back. And he knows it’s Bruce, and it just makes him feel even worse.

“Go away,” he begs, the words muffled under his pillows.

“I didn’t mean it,” Bruce tries to tell him.

“Yes you did,” Dick says miserably. “And it’s true. I know it’s true, you don’t have to pretend it’s not.”

“It wasn’t you who made me an asshole,” Bruce says. “The situation-”

“Caused by me,” Dick argues.

“You were just a child, Dick.” Bruce sighs.

“A horrible, no good, rotten child!”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” Bruce says firmly. “It’s not true, Dick. I don’t care what anyone says, you were not a rotten child. You were just a little boy. I was the adult, and I should have found other solutions that worked for you.”

Dick doesn’t say anything, but he eventually moves out from under the pillows to curl up with his head in Bruce’s lap. Bruce plays with his hair, and the two of them stay quiet for a long time. Neither of them really knows what to say. They’re both still upset. And they’re both awful at dealing with their feelings.

The sadness and anger and guilt they’re feeling from this fight won’t be resolved. They won’t really talk about it. It won’t be talked about without someone else bringing it up, and that won’t happen for a while.

But for now, Bruce is going to comfort his son. And for now, Dick will let him.

[householdcryptid]

Cockwarming anon again! Dude… that fic was so fucking good, i’m still reeling from it. Like, read it multiple times, squealing and kicking my feet 🙈❤️❤️❤️

So, I offer you this idea as a little thank you (also apologies in advance if this sucks, i’m not a writer, i’m just extremely thirsty and bobpilled rn);

So they’re not fucking, right? But they’re also technically not not fucking.

It’s taken Bob a little while to actually process what’s going on, and what exactly he’s feeling. It takes him a little while to figure out that, sure, he’s getting comfort, but there’s something else in there, something deeper, more primal.

He develops little fixations, and right now he’s fixated on her thighs. He doesn’t know how he’s never noticed them before, how soft and supple they look. Pure comfort. He finds himself wanting to touch them at all times, and she lets him without question, of course, but it only makes him worse.

He’ll sit closer to her so his legs can press against hers as much as possible, he’ll grab them under the table at meals. He’ll even ask to lay his head on them when they’re watching movies together. Slowly escalating, pawing, rubbing his face against them like a cat, sweating, whining, drooling, until his head is enclosed between them, face pressed against against her core. Panting, shaking, eyes closed in complete bliss like he’s finally found heaven.

Just wait until he figures out that he’s a munch.

babe i know you said you arent a writer but you SHOULD be holy shit 😵‍💫 also thank you! i'm so so so glad you liked the last one 🩷🩷🩷

i'm thinking about doing a part two to this just so i can write about him getting pussy drunk tbh he deserves that. # bob reynolds is a munch

cw: rob bein a nasty lil freak, uhhhh scent kink(? kind of?), nsfw but no real sex, reader knows robby is a weirdo and is Totally into it, talks of addiction (not a lot but mentioned), short because i got sick 💔👎, hope you enjoy 😌🩷

It starts off small. It always does with Bob. One tiny thing that snowballs into an addiction, and leaves him reeling. Once upon a time it was morphine, and then worse, but now? Now it’s you.

Small things— things no one but him would notice. The way you smile when he tells you about his day, no matter how boring it is. The way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, the way you glow.

More recently though, he can’t stop thinking about your legs. He’ll sit in the gym and watch you spar with Walker or Yelena, not understanding why the sight of their hands on you makes his skin crawl.

Instead of focusing on that feeling though, he zeroes in on your legs. The way they tense up, strike out to catch your opponent in the gut, the way they look when you have them wrapped around someones neck, pinning them to the ground.

They’re beautiful, even when you aren’t fighting. He finds himself drawn in, big warm palm sliding over the fabric of your sweats to knead at your thigh mid movie night. He isn’t trying to be a creep, isn’t making any attempt to get handsy, just wants to feel the plushness of it in his grip.

It devolves quickly. Gentle squeezes turn to fingerprint bruises that he feels genuinely awful for. You don’t ever mind, though. Your best friend is just tactile, he doesn’t know his own strength sometimes, and it’s not like you’re complaining, so why is he upset?

He stops squeezing as much, but it leaves something of a hole behind in his day to day. An ache he can’t explain, a longing that feels bone deep. Until you pull him to lay his head on your lap one day, and he’s found a new thing to be hooked on. Revels in the way the plush skin bows under his cheek, how you always end up petting through his hair. It ends up being a surefire way to put him to sleep, eventually.

It’s just too comforting. To have your attention on him so completely, your fingers in his soft curls and his cheek smushed against your soft thigh.

One day, the tower is empty, save you and Rob. He’s twitchy, strung tight like a rubber band ready to snap, skin buzzing with a power he still doesn’t understand and doesn’t think he deserves.

But you’re there, too, and that helps. Pulling him in with gentle hands, and he expects the usual. His head on your lap, your hand in his hair, but you shift. Your knees part, and you pat your tummy invitingly.

“I wanna lay down too, goofy.” You explain, laughing softly at his puzzled expression. He can’t stop staring long enough to come up with a verbal response. You’re wearing shorts, cotton boxers that pull taut at your thighs, dimpling the skin a bit, and his mouth waters.

His sigh is heavy and tremulous when he nuzzles his face against your stomach, lays flat on his front between your legs, arms wrapped up beneath your thighs, his hands splayed under your lower back.

“S’better.” He mumbles, lashes fluttering as he breathes in the scent of you. That’s where it starts, really. Your scent.

Warmth, clean sweat and a heady musk that makes him a little dizzy, he seeks it out. Noses down your tummy, wriggles southward until his face is buried between your thighs.

You giggle— honest to God giggle— and heat licks up his spine.

“Sorry-” He mutters, not making any attempt to actually pull away. “M’sorry. You smell so good,” He whispers, hands sliding to press your thighs closer around his head, nosing at your cunt through the soft material of your shorts. “S’so fuckin’ warm here.” He croaks out, just on the edge of a whine, nails biting into your supple skin.

“It’s okay, Robby,” You murmur, ever so indulgent, especially when he’s whining against your clothed core, already drooling into the fabric. “You can stay. You’re good, bubs.”

He almost sobs at the reassurance, brain going blissfully empty when you squeeze your thighs around his head gently.

He’s trembling just a little bit, huffing these shakey breaths against your core like he can’t quite catch his breath, pretty blue eyes unfocused and heavy lidded. Blissed out on just the smell and the feel of you, the way your thighs block out the sound of the room and the constant buzzing in his brain when they press to his ears.

He falls asleep like that, mouthing at your cunt through the shorts, letting out short little whimpers and huffy groans, your fingers in his hair and your thighs pressed to his ears.

You can only sigh, slip into a nice catnap as well, knowing full well the whole process will begin again when he wakes up.

[mich-vanadis]

KPDH AU where Baby survived out of the Saja Boys hear me out (Also includes my own and other's headcanons)

We technically didn't see Baby and Romance getting killed so this is me being delusional but also killing off Romance because I like seeing my favorites suffer (sorry Baby <3)

ANYWAY after the Honmoon is sealed and Gwi-Ma is defeated, Baby's demonic powers disappeared and fell into some kind of coma when he got his soul back. Sussie and Derpy (Jinu's pets) found him before the Huntrix did and took him to Rumi's and Jinu's old meeting place to rest. When Baby woke up and found out about the rest of the boys' deaths, he sucked up his emotions and went to the only people who can MAYBE help him with his current situation.

To say the girls weren't surprised is an underestimate, Zoey was sure he killed the guy but Baby is standing right in front of them. On their balcony. With a demon tiger and a demon bird next to him. Although reluctantly, they took Baby under their wing and had to make an excuse to Bobby why exactly Baby Saja of the Saja Boys is in their building. Besides, it's not like he can do anything without his powers. The girls were still a little warry of him but they eventually soften up and start knowing about each other.

They found out that outside of his Idol Persona, he's VERY chaotic and maniac like. He started making harmless pranks once they settled in a more even page.

Zoey hit it off with Baby first and it went pretty well. They became instatnt bestfriends when they found out that they actually have a lot in common other than being the rapper and maknae of their respective groups. Outside of the music industry, they'd go aroung shopping for cute clothes and accessories. And in a personal prespective, they know what it's like to not know where they belong.

Rumi and Baby bonded in grief about Jinu, she also let him talk about the rest of his friends. Baby would tell her crazy stories they did together when they first became an actual friend group years ago, how they'd create trouble and pranks for shits and giggles because those were the first times Gwi-Ma's voice couldn't get into them.

Baby was shunned and outcasted by his family and village because of his eyes. He had natural slit pupils and since he came from maybe hundreds of years ago, they saw him as cursed or associated with an evil spirit. And because of that, Baby gained a rather harsh and rash personality just to protect himself. That's how Mira found out that she and Baby weren't so different when it comes to being shunned by people who were suppose to care for you. She respected him even more after that conversation and understood his behavior.

Eventually, the girls learned about Baby's real name. Daeun (thank you for your service @/filijester🙏). He blurted it out during a movie night when Rumi called his stage name if he wanted more pop corn. The girls were delighted that Baby-sorry Daeun- trusted them enough for him to tell them his real name. (Zoey cried and hugged the life out of him)

And as for the SB Fans raging in the internet wanting to know what happened to the Saja Boys, Daeun simply told them that they were going on an Indefinite Hiatus because of an "argument". Besides what's he suppose to say? Oh yeah we were actually demons who wanted to feast on your souls but the Huntrix stopped us because they're demon hunters and I'm somehow the only one who survived out of all of us.

He still upload solos and sometimes even collabs with Huntrix. He really likes being an idol. He also made a song to subtley honor his members deaths.

When Celine found out about Daeun and his friendship with Rumi, Mira, and Zoey, she wasn't exactly happy but she wasn't exactly upset either. He's not a demon anymore so she thinks it's alright. (The girls got her to warm up to him though, mainly thanks to Rumi). But since it came to this, she made him train under her to become an honorary Hunter. And, in her words "While he can stand his ground, it's better to be safe than sorry."

Also, Saja Boys are actually alive and found out their youngest believes that they're dead and is trying to live his new human life to the fullest through Sussie and Derpy. They made it their mission to find Baby and reunite with him once again.

(They also saw the song Baby made to honor them, they all cried)

[2000sangel]

What about tenna losing power during a thunderstorm? Or maybe being in pain from a severe power surge? I mean, it’s not like he has the modern conveniences built in of surge protectors, and it’s probably pretty scary to suddenly turn off/“faint” with no warning! Even if nothing happens, I imagine this would make tenna pretty scared of storms… a little comfort would go a long way I’m sure 💖💖💖💖

-✨

Hellow!! This was a very fun idea that I decided to make HCs for: I slightly tweaked the prompt though, and made it into general thunderstorm comfort HCs...power surges usually impact electronics quite badly and I have another request for something similar to the other idea you provided, sooo...winks, keep your eyes on my blog for updates °_^

And enjoy!! <3

P.S. - does anyone recognize this image that I used...? Eheh...

Tenna x Reader - Thunderstorm Comfort Headcanons

>It takes you a little by surprise when one stormy day, upon deciding to visit the Dark World, you find Tenna more nervous than usual; at the beginning he simply tries to brush it off, but as the storm picks up he becomes visibly more and more agitated until you finally connect the dots: Tenna is…afraid of thunderstorms, and not for stupid reasons! His Light World counterpart could very easily get damaged during one, and you actually recall it happening and having to call an electronics technician for repairs.

>You suggest willingly putting things on hold whenever a very heavy storm happens, it’s not like you really mind if he takes some time off, and he actually thanks you for this and ends up accepting your idea later down the line.

>This however doesn’t completely solve the issue; his shows might be under control, but he isn’t. He’s on edge the entire time, you can see it even though he tries to act like his usual eccentric self. So you bring up the idea of activities that only require a low amount of energy and to do them together, for example thinking up TV Time themes or playing board games.

>Tenna sounds immediately more excited upon hearing your ideas, and is glad that you’d be interested in helping with his show and just spending some chill time together; he’s a little flustered, even, that you’d consider doing all of this just to calm him down.

>Your visits end up becoming a must whenever the weather is even slightly bad, and over time Tenna becomes a little less jumpy whenever it happens. He stops worrying about what might happen so much and starts looking forward to the comfort of your presence instead; he even prepares everything himself when he notices the weather getting bad, hoping you show up every time. 

>When it eventually does happen that you don’t show up, an uneasy feeling settles in his chest until you can finally visit him and explain your reasoning: maybe you were outside, or maybe you got caught up in something or even in the storm itself, which is very understandable however it takes him a little while to shake the thoughts that you did it on purpose from his wicked head. 

>As he gets used to getting reassurance whenever you can’t physically be there for him, he eventually realizes that you’re not just going to up and leave, especially if something like a storm is going on. Storms actually kind of…help him in a sense: they help him build trust in your relationship, they help him take a much needed break once in a while…they help him connect better with you and with his subordinates, who secretly understand where his fear comes from and are willing to play those board games with him -he would never admit to the reason why he always suggests playing those during a storm, but it still makes for a fun time once in a while!-.

>You also change your habits a little back in the Light World, just for Tenna: whenever the forecast gives a storm warning, you hurry to shut off all of the lights and electronics in your house. More power and lives saved, you often joke with your friends when they ask you why you do it…! You also install surge protectors, as you guess that if something like that ever happened it’d be painful for Tenna. And then, if you don’t have anywhere extremely important to be, you warn everyone that you’ll be unavailable until the sky is clear again and run to your partner. 

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

Cuddling with the Eltingville boys headcanons

you read my MIND

ELTINGVILLE X READER CUDDLING HCS!!

Bill

He's not very affectionate, but if you bug him he might let up.

The kind of guy to just wrap his arm around your shoulder and think that's enough

He does NOT wanna be there

He could be bagging comics right now..

He stinks. Bad.

prolly sniffs you when he think you won't notice.

You always notice.

Once you pass out or leave he just leaves to go do something else.

2. Pete

He really doesn't mind cuddles, but he likely wouldn't be one to initiate it.

He's not very good at it, more likely to just sling his arm over your shoulder and call it a day.

If you wanna get closer, you'll have to instruct him step-by-step to make sure you're both actually comfortable.

Once you do it a few times, he gets more used to it and actually starts to enjoy it, might ask you to cuddle from time to time- even if he's a super awkward about it.

He's somewhat nice to cuddle with when he's got it down. But do NOT cuddle him with a blanket, you will instantly regret it once he's in a mood.

If he gets used to cuddling, he'll also become more affectionate in day-to-day life; it's a nice change. It'd also help him feel more comfortable with you, in a way.

3. Jerry

I feel like he'd already be pretty big on affection, but he's not really used to it.

He'd love cuddles, really; if you ask he'll immediately say yes.

He kinda sucks at it though because he doesn't know how to get comfortable and never really cuddled anyone before.

Will squirm around for like an hour until he finally gets a position he likes.

Once he gets used to cuddling you he might get a little less awkward around you, and might sleep with you at night more often.

He still won't initiate it often, but that's because he never knows the right time and keeps embarrassing himself.

4. Josh

He's not really the kind of guy to initiate any affection often, but might try from time to time.

Though when he does, he's either tired, bored, or sad. If he's sad or tired he's much more likely to be super clingy.

For someone who's never hugged someone before, he's pretty good at cuddling; but it could be that he's just fat.

Either way he still really likes affection. He's annoying when the topic is brought up, though; he doesn't wanna look soft or silly.

In private, he might eventually admit to really liking affection but if the club ever mentioned it he'd kill himself 💔💔💔💔

If he did get used to it it'd get annoying fast because the second he'd begin to cry he'd force pull you into a hug and cry in your arms until he feels better... and he likely cries a lot. a lot.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

can you write about Yandere mermaid or a female siren please?

Together Forever | Yandere Siren x Reader

Thinking about a siren woman on a mission, granted the ability to walk on land along with her sisters. A long-awaited revenge finally coming to fruition. As expected she dazzles all, surprised by the ease at charming all she comes across but she’s faltering because of something minor. Or rather someone.

“Hey Felis I was wondering if you’d be free to come with us to the arcade.”

“Nice try (Y/n), obviously Felis is too good for the arcade.”

“Yeah, she probably has important things to do.”

“Actually (Y/n) I would love to.”

“Great I’ll add you to the group chat.”

It’s you. The oddly talkative and goofy former outcast with the support of your atypical friends. Laughing about animated series and independent games with a sense of niche community found on most uni campuses. 

Usually, she should have never crossed paths with you. Unable to apply her shallow level of research to such a deep-seated community and deeming it irrelevant in the grand scheme of her plan. But something about you drew her in, maybe it was the contrast of your silence in class to your smiling visage at clubs. Or maybe it was the way you maintained the character you were cosplaying on campus during club-day. Or maybe it was the way she so easily slipped into her siren song when you cheered for her at karaoke. Either way, she just can’t stop, even if it means going against the original plan.

“What is your problem Felis!? You were supposed to have drowned more by now!”

“I am working on it, too many at one time and I’ll be a suspect!”

“We already are aware of that which is why we have a replacement waiting. What could possibly be worth delaying the plan for?!”

“...It’s something important!”

“Fine but do it fast. I’m demanding your apology in bodies. Twice as many, you hear?”

“...fine.”

Felis was meant to have killed more humans by now. Confirming that they were the children that the hex pointed them to. Unfortunately among these humans, she was meant to drown, was you. Beaming and clueless, inclusive and kind completely unaware that you were the only descendant of a distant ancestor entangled with the sirens long ago.

“Hey Felis, are you a swimmer?”

“Huh, what?! I…am. Why do you ask?”

“I’m just thinking about checking out this spot along the river, I heard it’s like some legendary rejuvenation spot. Would you maybe want to come?”

“Uh, sure.”

Just her luck the one human she happens to love and her sisters demand she drowns is you. It takes hours of soaking in her dorm’s shower before she comes up with a brilliant idea.

She’ll just drown you! 

Tell all the mutual friends you previously invited to go to another spot by the river giving the wrong landmark to find the unbeaten path; then purposely making the mistake for one of your close friends to correct her, allowing Felis to conveniently forget to tell the others. Now that her mistake has an adorably innocent papertrail she finds herself annoyed with the fact that your tight-knit  friend group wasn’t so easily swayed. 

“Hey (Y/n) you’re already swimming?”

“Yeah the current isn’t too bad here, I’m just watching the fish go by!”

“Thanks for inviting me again, (Y/n).”

“(Y/n) invites everyone to the river eventually, this has been the spot for ages.”

As if she didn’t already know that. “Oh is that so?”

“Yup just glad you can join us Felis, though I hope you don’t feel too left out we’ll be talking about that anime's new release.”

“Don’t apologize (Y/n), she knew who she was hanging out with.”

“Yeah most normies tend to avoid us like the plague, but my guess is Felis isn’t like that or maybe she just hasn’t got the memo.”

“Ohhh yes it’s like instead of injecting herself into social situations to drive the convo like a normal extrovert, she’s putting herself out of her comfort zone and silently observing like an introvert.” 

“Come one guys be nice.”

She endures it. A whole four hours of mindless chatter, she could care less about. Seeing the sun had begun to set she decided it was time to put her plan into action. Excusing herself from the river Felis disappeared into the forest surrounding. Letting the group speak in hushed voices all about her. Of course as a creature of the deep her hearing was strong enough to hear the not so-secret opinions of your friends. While she imagined the embarrassment they’d feel if she appeared before them, she decided to focus on the objective. 

“But it can’t be that bad? Is it? Those IGN reviews are always off.”

“Well yeah but I have to say it was pretty accurate to me!”

“I think you’re losing it.”

“Oh come on it’s not that–WHOA what is that?!”

“What’s what—glug—ahhh!”

Faster than any of your friends can realize you are underneath the surface of the rushing waters and headed downstream at an impossible speeds. A glimpse of something scaly along your side, chalked up to a hallucination as they climb out and run alongside the river with hopes to catch you. 

Within a minute you are out of sight and the group is left on their knees at the side of the river. Calling out your name and getting no response as the fear settles in. 

They’ve lost you.

For all they know you could be dead and in part it’s their fault. It has to be.

“Hey why’d you guys run away like that, what’s going on? Where’s (Y/n)?!”

They plead their various experiences. Their testimonies overlapping one another in a frantic haze until they take a beat to compose themselves. All crowding around Felis as they share the terrible news; watching nervously as her face beautifully twists with curiosity.

“Oh they probably ended up in a nearby cove. The map I looked at earlier had a couple marked on there. We can check and see if the current spat them out there.”

“....I’m still not sure that was the current. Maybe we should call–”

“Don’t stress. We check the coves and if we don’t find them we call. Okay? (Y/n) will probably be so mad if they knew you got all riled up on their behalf

“I don’t think they’d be mad more like happy we—“

“Come on. We’re losing daylight.”

The group follows Felis to this cove walking long after the sun has gone and the moon slowly begins to illuminate their walk. Their paranoid thoughts about where you might be, what they saw, and what would be the plan overtaking the group. Felis resumed her typical observation speaking up only to properly guide the group away from the main river. So consumed in their grief and fear not once had anyone questioned just how Felis knew where this cove was.

“Whoa is that someone’s swim trucks?!”

“These look new? Could this have been a bear attack?”

“No way maybe they were goofing and tore at it someother way look at all the beer cans around this place.”

“Yuck, they even have them going into the cove.”

“Come on, (Y/n) is waiting for us.”

What the group took as an optimistic statement, stepped over the cans and entered the mouth of the cove. Starting on the soggy sand along it’s sides until it dwindled landing the group in waist-length murky water. The only reflections being the occasional glint in the group’s eyes.

“H-how would we know if (Y/n) is in here?!”

“We’d h-have to call out and hopefully they’ll hear us, right?”

The groups hollering echoes off the walls of the cave. The only responses being their own shaky voices and the occasional splashing in the water.

“Guys I really don’t think they’re here!”

“Oh no we have to get outta here and call the police!”

This is stupid! We should’ve called them from the beginning. Let’s go.”

“Wait wheres Felis—uhp!”

Splash!!

In the inky darkness of the water beneath them something shifts and when they huddle near one another to look down at the space their friend was just at, something faintly blue glows beneath them. 

“WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!?”

“wE GoTTA GET OUT OF HERE!”

“THEY’RE GONE! BOTH GONE!”

“Hurry go for the exit!”

Scrambling in the water, they try to out-runnning the speedy glowing light under the rippling water. Another goes under and your remaining friend group is practically at the end of the cove happy to see the reflection of the moon against the water. 

“WE’RE ALMOST THERE!”

“Go go go!”

“Wait what’s in there!”

One of them points to the water where a similar blue light glows brighter under the water. Standing between them and the mouth of the cove, they frantically spare a glance at the fainter light closing in on them. With a frantic confusion their heads dart to each side wondering which of these mysterious lights they’ll finally get to see first. In the end the light that glows at the mouth of the cave is the brightest and the water opening up to reveal none other than–

“Felis!? You’re still alive?!”

It is she, who's silhouetted by the risen moon, and wearing a blue necklace that glows. With a sigh of relief they come closer to her smiling form and relax. Instantly put at ease by a friend in such a frightening situation. 

“I’ve missed you so much.”

She sounds different. Her voice, normally preppy and bright is now sultry and alluring in a way your friends haven’t quite realized. Of course they knew long before now that Felis was likened to a nymph among the masses. Impossibly slender, handsomely tall, and hair that flows down her back like an obsidian waterfall. Now it just seems so much more profound. So much more enrapturing to see her bare self at the exit of the cove. 

“Thank you for waiting. I didn’t mean to keep you long.”

Swooning, they didn’t bother speak. Just releasing the tension in their bodies and planning to float instead of trying to balance on the soggy sand. All was forgiven and all was forgotten especially the blue light behind glowing brighter. 

“Now eat my love! There’s plenty more where that came from!”

In the haze of their drunken trance, it was barely registered that the response in their limbs was impossible thanks to the jagged rows of teeth gnawing at their bloodied stumps. Their nerves ineffectively firing a warning and making their heart pump violently; all to be ignored as the brain designates a higher function for their failing bodies.

Be Food for Felis. 

It didn’t matter that their eyes flickered with familiarity as the glowing azure devourer resembled their missing friend or that globs of tears were falling onto their freezing face. Only that Felis too had revealed a jaw full of fangs and was penetrating their cranium with furious abandon. Like fulfilling a craving after a dutiful wait. 

“Don’t cry! Now they’ll be with you forever! Not in the same way I will but whatever!”

Carefully she framed her hands around your head she let’s your newly frigid and freshly scaly form lean against her. A mixture of grief and exhaustion allowing her to hold your placid form as she rubs her fingers against your closing eyelids. 

Drowning you was the best thing she could have ever done!

[bigheartbuck]

i keep these longings locked

part i part ii mentions of abbytommy/tommy-centric/eventual bucktommy

tw: internalized homophobia/homophobic language

I promise the next bit is going to be more lighthearted!

tag list: @sweaters-and-silly (lmk if you wanna be added too) ______________________________

His chest is tight as fuck. Tommy breathes through it. Head between his knees, feels his pulse uncomfortably loud and present in his neck. Lockers have emptied out mostly. His vision is swimming. He feels like throwing up.

"Kinard? Oh shit, hey."

He can hear fast footsteps, and then a warm, big hand on his shoulder. "You got it," the voice says and Tommy's brain is desperately trying to place it. His hands are shaking. "Inhale.... hold your breath, three, two, one, ....exhale. Good. Again, come on."

By the time Tommy emerges from what feels like the deepest, darkest sea and comes up for air, he's realized that the warm hand and firm voice belong to his new captain. Hen had given him a week tops. But Nash has persevered. Four weeks and counting. Tommy would've rather been found dead before ever letting Gerrard see him like this but Nash has a softness to him. His whole lets have dinner together shtick, his we're a family and we ride together pathos, his unwavering determination to make them act like a team -- Tommy's not sure he quite fits in there. Right now, though, he's glad it's Nash who found him like this and not Howie or Hen. They'd stage an intervention immediately.

Nash hands him a water bottle, sits down next to him. "Better?"

Tommy lets out a shaky breath. “Thanks cap. I, uh, I don’t know what just happened." He rubs his hand across his face. “I don’t usually get… like this.” He forces a smile. "Guess it was a couple of tough calls."

Nash eyes him, somewhat curiously. Several beats. "Everything alright at home?" Tommy shrugs. He should go home. Sleep it off. He meets Nash's steady gaze, but there's a flicker of genuine concern. Tommy can't handle it, Nash's empathy.

"Yeah. Everything's good," he lies and reaches for his bag. Nash stops him. "Not so fast. I uh -- I'd been meaning to talk to you."

Tommy blinks, confused, his hand still hovering near the strap of his bag. He’s not sure where this is going. "Uh oh," he says dryly. His pulse is still racing and only slowly returning to normal. "Am I being fired, too?" Deluca is still pissed at Nash but Tommy knows it was the right call. He's been putting in the work, though. Doing his part. It would be really shitty timing for Nash to let him go as well.

Nash’s gaze sharpens for a moment, like he’s sizing Tommy up, and then he exhales softly. “No, you’re not getting fired.” He pauses, like he’s choosing his words carefully. Tommy's shoulders relax. "But?" he asks.

"But..." Nash continues, "I've been wondering if maybe you're not exactly who you're supposed to be."

"That so?" Tommy asks, aiming for casual. Nash doesn't know, does he? Fuck. He wonders sometimes if it's all over his face. Tommy Kinard thinks about kissing boys. Tommy Kinard is a queer. Don't ask, don't tell. But look at him, he tries so hard to be a big guy but he'd take it lying down, wouldn't he? Fuck. He needs to get his dad's voice out of his head. It's funny, the way he is still such a fuck up. How he tried to make it work so hard and how he still failed. He would've given everything to be happy with Abby.

He juts his chin forward. Nash looks at him with so much kindness it makes Tommy want to crawl out of his skin.

"You're a pilot," his captain says, oblivious to the dark spiral of Tommy's mind. Tommy exhales. Breathe. For fuck's sake. Breathe.

"And you're competent, skilled, you're quick. I'd love to keep you here. But I keep thinking maybe you belong elsewhere. And I hear the Harbor is looking for someone like you."

Tommy must look genuinely surprised because Nash lets out a huffed laugh. Tommy hasn't considered flying in years. "Seriously?"

Nash nods. "You're one of my best. But I saw the way you lit up when we called in air support last week. You loved working with them. So, my guess is, that's where your heart is."

Tommy thinks no one's ever paid attention to him like this before. His stomach unknots slowly. Shoulders uncurl.

"I'll -- I'll think about it."

Nash squeezes his shoulder. "You should. It can feel like suffocating. Denying yourself what you want."

Tommy stares down at his hands.

"Yes, cap," he says, throat working.

"Bobby." Nash points to the jeans he's wearing. "Off shift. I'm just Bobby."

"Bobby." Tommy echoes. His legs still feel like jelly.

He takes a few sips from the water. "I might --" His tongue feels heavy in his mouth.

"I might have to look for a new place soon."

He hasn't talked to Abby yet. But he needs to, has to. He wakes up, shirt soaked through with sweat at least twice a night. The darkest, deepest sea in his mind and his father's voice are so hard to turn off. He can't live like this anymore. He's been googling apartments. Abby doesn't even know yet.

"I really uh --" Tommy doesn't know why he keeps talking. "I tried to make a good thing work and it didn't work."

Bobby nods. "And that's causing the panic attacks?" He asks it matter of factly.

Tommy clears his throat. "One panic attack." Lie. But Bobby doesn't have to know or be right about everything. "And I guess --" He hesitates. "Gotta figure out some stuff. Big stuff."

Bobby doesn't say anything for a while. Keeps his gaze steady. Tommy thinks he could probably confide in him. Bobby would see the ugly, dark, twistedness of Tommy's insides and tell him it was okay. That it gets better. And the thing is, Tommy knows. He knows. He saw some kid online the other day on YouTube. They were what, 15? When Tommy was 15 -- well. He's mid thirties now, not any less terrified. It's difficult to explain, out loud. How his head works. How the stuff that goes for others, doesn't apply to him. How he's less deserving of it.

"The big stuff," Bobby says after a while. He looks at Tommy, face open. He says it like a question, gently prompting Tommy to continue.

Tommy's eyes prickle. He should go.

He exhales. "Yeah. Been pretending to be... Someone I'm not."

He's a teenager and his dad caught him with a magazine of naked men and his hand down his pants. He's in the army and Micah is kissing him. He's 34 and engaged to a beautiful woman and he feels nothing when she shakes around him.

His mouth is dry as cotton.

Bobby squeezes his shoulder. "I hear you." A beat. "Don't need to say anything else."

They sit like this for a little while longer. Then, Tommy gathers his things, shoulders his bag. The ground feels a little less shaky. His knees don't buckle. He'll find an apartment. And he'll tell Abby.

"Kinard," Bobby says when Tommy's already at the door. Tommy turns around. "Promise me you'll think about transferring, yeah? Go after what you want?"

Tommy huffs out a laugh. Shakes his head. His chest is lighter. "Aye aye cap." He gives a half hearted mock salute. What he means to say is thank you.

He's pretty sure Bobby hears it anyway.

On the way home, at a red light stop, a jeep comes to a halt next to his car. A guy leans out of the window and asks for directions to the LAFD training academy. He's young. Bright smile, short blond hair. Tommy tells him where to go and the guy thanks him profusely. "Starting a new chapter," he says enthusiastically and adjusts his backwards hat. Out of his stereo Tommy can hear hip hop blaring. Eminem. "Me, too" Tommy shouts back and watches the lights switch to orange. "Good luck then!" the guy shouts over the revving engine and grins. "See you around!"

Tommy laughs.

"You, too!"

Lights turn green.

[returnofeternity]

https://www.tumblr.com/returnofeternity/787145881696780288/i-think-its-almost-cannon-that-lottie-has-never?source=share

Not my prompt but I love the idea.

So Lottie starts discovering sex and the world of it. She claims herself to be a top till her girlfriend mocks her and that REALLY pisses off Lottie so she acts all bratty.

But then being mean to her girlfriend felt so wrong then she eventually goes and apologises. And then softly begs for head.

And during sex she becomes this demanding person. No matter how tired her girlfriend is she WANTS atleast 4 orgasms before bed. For the first few times it hurts and she's super sensitive during/after sex. After that phase, she becomes hyper sexual. needs sex a lot and is thinking of it 24/7 and wants 5 orgams before bed and 2 before getting out of bed. and well atleast 7 during thr day. and if she can't sleep well? ORGASM. it goes like this for a while before it cools down but Lottie it mostly a power bottom

i didnt think the og post would get so many likes but i like how we all love the idea of virgin adult lottie getting her virginity taken by her controversially younger partner

she just gets so needy and obsessed, and it's so cute and hot to see your much older girlfriend beg you to mark her up because she never got to experience little things like hiding hickeys or sneaking away to make out!!!! she's so eager to try out everything, even things you haven't even tried. it's such a bonding experience in lottie's eyes.

she's the most power bottom pillow princess in the world, and it makes you laugh in her face when she tries to claim she's the top. even though it's super hot focusing on her and teaching her new things about her body, she hasn't even touched you once. she tried, but you were fingering her so good that her hands just ended up limply resting against your groin, so you had to hump her fingers until you got enough stimulation. she was bitter as hell when you told her otherwise, started acting all bratty and mean and argued with you until she stormed away with the excuse of having things to attend to -__-

she thinks about how bratty and mean she was to you all day 😖 relplays on her mind while she tidies up the community center so much that she can't even focus, so she sadly shuffles back to you and apologizes. one thing she rly is good at is sweet talking, you'll give her that. and you can't stay mad at her when she's being horny again and bashfully begging you for head as a way to make ammends?? like she wasn't the one who started it -__-

lottie just gets addicted to the feeling of orgasming. she kind of conditions herself into thinking about them before bed, for example, and she just can't seem to get tired unless you eat her out until she passes out. and goddd. overstimulating her for the first time. she's telling you it hurts or feels like too much, but you shush her and tell her it'll feel good soon as you lick her sore clit. you accidentally made her squirt once, and she was so embarrassed 😵‍💫 but yea, she's just suchhhh a power bottom. just demanding you how to please her even if she doesn't even rly know how to say what she wants. lottie who rides ur face for the first time and gets so flushed and humiliated when she slumps over and falls back onto the bed after her 3rd orgasm, and sees you red as fuck because her thighs were squeezing ur head so hard 😭 she gets ahead of herself a lot :/ but it's fine!!!

[gremlin-girly]

Comic Relief

Characters: Alexei Shostakov x gn!reader (platonic), Thunderbolt!reader, The Thunderbolts

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, copied or put through an AI machine. All of my work is 18+ Read at your own risk.

Tags/warnings: A smidgen of angst, fluff, canon typical violence, Little Bolt as a nickname haha

Summary: As the newest member of the team, you don't believe Alexei is as dumb as everyone thinks he is.

Word count: tba on mobile

Dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

A/N: 💀 Might make a part 2 to this but I have so many WIPs right now. I had a tower fic in mind for this but wasn't sure which way to go. It may cross over with it eventually.

A/N2: Ignore that this was posted without being edited last night 😅🥴

Main Masterlist

Goofy is probably the first word that comes to mind when describing Alexei. Followed by big, loud and (according to Yelena) annoying.

However, as the newest member of the team you can pick up on things that the others take for granted. And you begin to suspect that perhaps Alexei isn't as dumb as everyone thinks he is.

For example, his ability to make the team bond together.

Team Game Night usually devolved into some kind of argument, usually between Walker and Yelena, although surprisingly Bob was sometimes subject to a competitive streak. Game night had been Alexei's idea, however, you began to notice that he'd do well in whatever game it was to begin with and then lose spectacularly via a dumb mistake. More often than not, he would sacrifice himself so Yelena would win and his face would light up as she excitedly boasted in John's face.

If the night got too heated, Alexei would stand up, gather the New Avengers together in his hulking arms and squeeze them tight in a bear hug until they called down. It was a sigh to behold and one you couldn't help but think was needed.

One night, after another spectacularly dramatic loss from Alexei, you pulled him on it in the kitchen afterwards.

"I know you know you could have won," You whisper. "Why do you do it?"

"Ehhh," He shrugs. "The kids need comic relief and I am the best comedian." He's grinning, still trying to act aloof, but you can see in his eyes that there's something a little deeper beneath the surface.

You nod and say nothing more, not wanting to push but the thought stays in the back of your mind.

"God, you're an idiot."

John's temper flared after a pretty bad night fighting the newest, baddest villain in town and he wasn't the only one to be angry.

"Dad, why would you think to do that?" Yelena sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You could have gotten us killed. You need to stop trying to play hero."

"Yeah, not all of us are super soldiers." Ava grumbles.

"Welcome home!" Bob exclaims, face falling when he takes in everyone's grumpy, beaten faces. "O-Oh no. What happened?"

"Don't wanna talk about it." John huffs past him, leaving Bob confused.

You watch silently as everyone disperses to wind down but hang back for Alexei. He looks like a kicked puppy as he removes his helmet and, thinking back to the fight, images flash through your mind. You quickly realise that had Alexei not done what he had done, the team would have been crushed by a metal beam - however, he had played it off as him picking it up so as to not freak them out about your imminient deaths and protecting the surrounding civillians.

"Hey," you say softly. "You okay?"

"I am Boo Boo the Fool." Alexei says dejectedly, kicking off his boots. "Joke of my country. Joke of my family."

"No, you're not." You tell him sincerely, though his phrasing makes your lips twitch upwards.

"Lena is right." He shrugs. "I am no hero."

"Alexei." Your voice is soft but firm and you put a comforting hand on his gigantic bicep. He looks up to see you smiling at him. "What you did today - those people you saved - they think you're a hero."

"They do?"

"Yep." You nod before adding, "And so do I."

Alexei's expression immediately brightens. "You do?"

It's tighter than it needs to be and you're unsure if he's trying to show off his strength or crush you with cuteness-aggression but either way you think you snap a rib.

"Thank you Little Bolt." He says as he places you back on your feet, gold tooth flashing in the lighting above. "You know exactly what to say."

Another day, another fight. Except this time, Alexei is the last one standing.

Yelena, Ava, John, Bucky and you are disarmed amd tied up, unable to fight back. Ava and Yelena are wrapped in chains, Ava too close to Yelena to phase out without causing her serious harm and Bucky and John have lost a metal arm and taco-shield - leaving them vulnerable to tranquiliser bullets. You, on the other hand, are trying to kick your way from a henchman after being handcuffed - leaving Alexei as the last man standing.

"Who even let you join?" The villain of the week sneers. "You're an ingrate. Your friends and daughter will die because you're incompetent. What do you even offer this team? Comic relief?"

"I am mother goose." Alexei nods sagely. "Someone has to protect my goslings from themselves."

If John could roll his eyes, he would be and you bet Bucky would do one of his character sighs. As Yelena and Ava continue to fight at the chains, you do what you have always done; watch.

"You're a nobody." Villain dissmisses. "No one will remember you, canon fodder. You've lost one daughter, now you will lose another."

You can see the subtle shift in Alexei's demeanour, the way his eyes quickly lose their mirth while his goofy grin remains plastered to his face. Most importantly, you notice how he very slowly, sets his body into a rigid fighting stance.

Alexei isn't playing anymore.

It all happens so quickly you barely see it. Despite Alexei's size and mass, he moves horrifyingly fast. He usually charged in with a battle cry; excitable for battle just like a certain axe-wielding blond you happen to know, but this wasn't a fair fight anymore. As soon as his daughter's life - daughters' lives - were mentioned, all intentions of a good old fashioned beat 'em up brawl were off the table. No punches would be pulled. No bones unbroken.

This was indomitable spirit.

This was the Red Guardian.

The villain was held easily five feet from the ground, Alexei's bear-paw of a hand squeezing his throat so hard his face had gone purple and his eyes looked like they were ready to pop from his skull. The villain squirmed and smacked at the trunk of an arm that held him in vain, pleading with the darkness in Alexei's eyes, clearly terrified and surprised at the shift in what he'd mistakenly thought was an oaf. The henchman that had been trying to get at you also stops dead to watch the spectacle, and you take the opportunity to land a boot to his chin.

"You don't speak about my daughters." Alexei growls.

Even Yelena and Ava and stopped fighting their bonds to watch on in shock as Alexei hurls the villain to the opposite side of the room with ease, rushing over to the two women and snapping the chains with his hands.

"Are you two okay?" Alexei asks, checking them both over quickly.

"'M okay."

"Fine, dad."

The villain's body slides across the floor, crunching when it slams against the concrete wall, and he groans in agony.

You join them, hands now free courtesy of your captors keys, and look over at the sad, crumpled pile of dark clothes.

"You couldn’t have done that sooner?" You joke and Alexei beams, standing tall and proud.

"Where is the fun in that, Little Bolt?"

END

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[riddled-with-fear]

Hi, Jade!

Congratulations on 100 followers! That's such a big accomplishment! So happy to have you in the community. 😽

To help celebrate, I'll take some 00's vinyl with a fem reader and our babygirl Eddie. Idk why, but I've been hurting for some angst, some heartache, or an aching romance. Any Riddler you want! (Except no Dano, please, and thank you!)

Make me scream, cry, throw my phone, or all of the above!

Oh my gosh THANK YOU!😭💚 I am so happy to be apart of it!

I’m such a whore for angst lmao!

So, an angsty 00s Vinyl ft Gotham!Eddie it is! (Idk, he just SCREAMS angst to me!)

WC: 1029

CW: Pure angst no comfort!

A smug smile stretched across Edward’s lips, “Well, riddle me this then-“

You cut him off, his mouth still agape, “No, Edward.” you sat in the seat across the table from him. “No riddles.”

He flinched at your use of his full name. He had gotten so used to you calling him Eddie, something he’d never allow anyone else to do. He shut his mouth, clasping his hands in his lap, and hunching his shoulders forward. He looked so small.

He looks so pathetic.

You sighed, staring at him. You couldn’t help but look at the black and white striped jumpsuit he was in. It didn’t fit him. It definitely wasn’t his color. He looked sallow, his hair was starting to grow out a bit on the edges. 

You stopped yourself. Here you were still fussing over him, Edward Nygma—no, scratch that— The Riddler. Who even was the man sitting across the table from you? It sure as hell wasn’t the awkward and dorky Edward Nygma you fell hard for back at the precinct. 

The man staring back at you was a stranger. “It’s like I… it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” Your voice cracked. 

Edward pressed his lips into a thin line. “You know me. It’s me.” He gave a pathetic smile, “Eddie!” 

He reached out for your hand that rested atop the table, but you slid it back to your lap before he could touch you. You cleared your throat, eyes flitting to the guards, and back to Edward. He noticed this, of course. Your silent warning to him not to try anything.

“Don’t do this. Please.” He softly begged.

Well past your breaking point you could only scoff at him, “Don’t do what, Edward? Huh? Oh forgive me for being upset with you! You ruined us! You ruined my career at the GCPD! You… you ruined everything!”

Fuck it. You weren’t going to be gentle with him. After-all, he clearly had no regard for your heart when he chose to take up a criminal moniker and get involved with God only knows.

“No. No, please don’t say that…” 

“No, I will say it! Listen to me Edward and listen well. Did you know I quit because of you? Do you even care? It was so awful going to work and being leered at, my coworkers making the most awful remarks about me. About us. About… you. Nobody trusts me at the GCPD, and that’s kind of an important aspect of my job, or, at least it was until I got pulled aside by Bullock, of all fucking people, telling me I should quit or get fired.” 

Edward stared at you, the corners of his mouth pulled into a quivering frown. He didn’t realize any of this would affect you so deeply. Leave it to Edward though, to disregard others and only think about himself, for himself. He always did lack ability to put others first.

“You know… I opened up to you. I took a chance on you. I actually liked you! I spent so long hoping you’d see through Kristin, that eventually you’d get over your ridiculous one-sided schoolboy crush. I always fought for your attention from her. So when you finally, finally got over her and turned to me… it doesn’t matter now. Obviously you don’t care.”

Edward pursed his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You scoffed, “oh, what, the ‘Riddler’ can’t figure it out?” Your words were venomous, sharp, and cut right through Edward.

For once he hated that name and everything associated with it. For once, he hated himself.

“I… I do care. I care about you. I care about us.” He searched your eyes, looking for any semblance of warmth that he so desperately needed from you.

He didn’t find it. Your gaze was cold. Sharp. Empty. Devoid of everything Edward was looking for. Everything he needed from you in this moment. 

“If you cared about us, you wouldn’t have thrown it all away. And for what!? I never thought you of all people would get mixed up with people like… people like Oswald.” You spat. “I should have known though, living in this god forsaken city. It claims everyone eventually. I am done, Edward. I am done with Gotham, and I am especially done with you.”

“Please. Please don’t let this be it. I can change, I can reform. I’ll put it all behind me-“

“-you won’t. I know you, or, at least I thought I did. I know how obsessed you get with things you're so set on. I don’t believe you’ll change. I don’t think you can.” 

Edward stared at you with wet eyes. 

You quickly looked away from him, afraid your own eyes would begin to water, “It’s too late. I'm not going to be a part of whatever this is. You can do what you want. I don’t care anymore. I came here to say goodbye, Eddie.” You stood up, looking to the guard to escort you out. 

With his heart splintering into a thousand pieces at the nickname, Edward shot up from his seat, “NO! No! No! No!” 

Edward lurched towards you, knocking back the steel chair he sat in. You jumped at his sudden outburst, but not in time to move away from Edward. He roughly grabbed your shoulders. “This is all Oswald’s fault, please!”

“Hands off the visitor, Nygma!” One of the guards shouted, running towards him.

“No, no please! Please I can’t lose you!” He desperately wanted to hang onto the feel of you under his hands. You were the only thing that could anchor him, the only thing that could keep him tethered, but he knew deep down, the rope was severed.

“Let me go, Edward!” 

The guards finally intervened, pulling him away from you. 

“You already lost me. You lost me the moment you donned those question marks. Hell, you lost me the moment you considered Oswald Fucking Cobblepot a friend.” You looked to the guard next to you and huffed, “I’m ready to be escorted out.”

Edward fell to his knees while he watched, helplessly through tear-filled eyes, as you left him to rot in Arkham. 

[ari-writist]

ROMANCE WITH ZORO

[headcanon] PRE TIMESKIP

• Zoro is someone who dreams to be the greatest swordsman, we all know that. Achieving romance with zoro is unlikely given that he is focused on his goal, but if, for some unexplained reason, this guy actually managed to get in his brain that he's in love, I think this is how it would go.

• Zoro is more of an action type rather than verbal, so he would show you that he cares in action. Through body language, maybe like, standing close to you without realizing it, offering you water or food without comment, or looking away when you catch him staring.

• Even though he likes you, he might not get into a relationship with you so it'll all just be unspoken tension between you two. (I love you but I can't. Why not? Ahhh)

• He might train himself more and avoid you, because if he gives in, he's going to lose sight of his goal — he's gonna be in denial. Also, he'd be mad at you, at himself, at the world. Because you’re now a distraction—a distraction with soft eyes and a laugh that echoes in his head while he’s trying to train.

• But he'd train harder, push himself more, and sleep less, because if he can just be strong enough — maybe he won’t need to choose between you and his dream.

• He avoids you. Not in an obvious way, he'd just always be somewhere else, and if you ask him why, he’ll grunt and say, “Got stuff to do.”

• He thinks about telling you once. But whenever he opens his mouth, the words taste like betrayal so he swallows them with sake and silence.

• Eventually, he would just stay in one place once he sees your down casted face every time he goes somewhere else if you're around, but he wouldn't actively seek for you, if you did for him then this man is not going to move from his place. He would just listen to you talk, or do whatever you want to do by his side.

• He would always be looking at you. His eyes would trail on where you once were if you were to disappear and if you manage to catch his eyes he would either close them to pretend like he's taking a nap or he would look away out in the distant sea.

• But why wouldn't he let himself love you? It's because he thinks that love will weaken him. That if he lets himself fall, he’ll lose the drive to stand back up. That if he chooses you, he'd be failing Kuina, his promise, his vow.

• Also because he believes he doesn’t deserve you yet. He thinks you deserve someone who can give you a future, not a man chasing ghosts with a sword on his back.

• But zoro isn't stubborn. No, no, he's terrified. Because once he lets himself love you, it won't be halfway — it will never be — it will be everything. And you’re the only thing in this world more dangerous than Mihawk’s blade.

IM GETTING THE HANG OF THIS. Anyways, as alwaysz this one is kind of rushed, wanted to get it all out of my head first. But when I read it, I thought it was good enough so I'll just post it and possibly edit it again when I wake up when I realize that omg wrong grammar, yeah when that hits me. Anyways, hope you guys had fun reading this.

Spoiler alert, I'm actually writing a short fic about this. Idk how to write angst properly — oops? Wasn't supposed to say that.

I WAS ABOUT TO SLEEP TIGHT WHEN I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS GAH

[all-pacas]

Can you go into a bit more about all the times Chase has been unnecessarily jealous?

so even though fandom/hameron shippers/etc tend to take it as a Canon Fact, chase is actually the only person to suspect that fwb-era cameron is trying to make house jealous. he brings it up repeatedly, in top secret and fetal position. chase is generally speaking perceptive and tends to be pretty spot on about cameron in particular, but cameron actually doesn't seem too concerned with house's feelings — she's a little bothered, but also very much keeps sleeping with chase after house knows, even if getting a reaction from house was the goal… well, cameron failed, and isn't too upset about it. cameron never pursues house after s1 (and from s1 we know she would have if she felt she had a chance), and yet chase alone is sure she is madly in love with him.

half wit: quick and not a big deal, but when the kids show up at house's to tell him he doesn't have cancer, foreman has a line about how house should be "making out with cameron" and chase gives him a quick, unhappy look. i wouldn't call this unncessarily jealous tbh, but it does show that he's already worried about this.

no more mr nice guy: maybe house has an std, and chase is worried cameron slept with him. i'll cut him some slack, i think it's fair that he ask her… but not in front of literally everyone they know, and not the way he did, where he takes her refusal to answer as "proof" they slept together and is in a clear snit the rest of the episode. especially because he knows they never slept together; cameron says as much, in his presence, in half wit. and even if they had, it would have been long before he and cameron got together, so … whatever. but once again, chase is going around acting like he's in a love triangle when he truly is not.

saviors: chase briefly floats the idea that cameron is in love with house when he's trying to figure out why she's ghosting him. he doesn't seem all that concerned about it, or all that convinced of the theory. i kind of give him a pass for this one -- he's trying to figure out why she's ghosting him and has a right to be upset about it -- but again: when chase is feeling insecure, he immediately jumps to cameron wants house, not me.

under my skin: chase's problem with the sperm is that he very clearly takes it as "cameron cares more about her dead husband than me." we see he spends most of the episode arguing that "she has [him] now," "she found someone [himself]", she likes "him" better. he eventually shifts this to "she doesn't really want to marry me, she isn't sure about us." i don't know if i'd say he's jealous of her dead husband, but he's absolutely insecure and, as usual, assuming he's cameron's second or third choice. luckily, this time chase gets over it pretty quickly and does the right thing (realizes she's obviously not in love with her dead husband, and just has trouble letting go).

lockdown: the big one! chase immediately moves the goalposts from i murdered a guy and my wife left me to my wife actually never loved me in the first place. this is a huge fucking retcon, but sadly it's completely in line with chase (and even he later admits, in the episode, that "if you never loved me, i never did anything wrong", that it is self-protection and he knows it is not true). but as usual, when chase is feeling insecure, he jumps straight to cameron wanted anyone but me. (in s3, foreman makes a whole point about how cameron dumping chase is out of character because when has cameron ever been apathetic?; funny how in lockdown chase falls into the same trap again.)

in a very lukewarm defense of chase: considering his parents and his own issues, i do sympathize a little with him; he is used to love needing to be earned and conditional and being taken away, i think he probably really does feel like he's second or third best for cameron and worries she, like his parents, will eventually leave him because he isn't good enough for them. that said, boy is he a jealous little baby sometimes, and it is not one of his better qualities.

[midnightquips]

That Old Feeling

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It's been years since you've seen Bucky Barnes. You didn't plan to see him, but he definitely didn't look surprised to see you. Something's different, though. The looks. The heat. Maybe it's always been there. Maybe... you've just been too blind to see it before.

Themes: AU Thunderbolts, teasing officemates, possessive Bucky, friend's ex, Thunderbolts chaos (a consistent theme), friends-to-lovers, college crush so pining

🔴 MINORS DNI 🔴 Warnings: 18+ content, eventual smut, dirty talk, praise kink, soft aftercare, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex

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Chapter 2

Part II – She’s Killing Me

Bucky hadn’t stopped thinking about your mouth since he kissed you. It was harder to forget that you actually kissed him back.

It may have been him who initiated but it felt mutual. Messy. Desperate. Perfect. And all he wanted was more.

But now, eighteen hours later, you’re acting like it never happened. Not even replying to his text even when he knows you’ve seen it.

You didn’t even say hi when he saw you in the kitchen. Barely looked at him when you walked by his desk. And when he bumped into you in the hallway again (maybe purposely) and offered a smile that felt like a peace treaty, you just said, “You good?” like he was some intern with too many printouts.

And now? Now Bucky’s spiraling. He’s standing in the breakroom staring blankly at the vending machine, wondering if peanut M&Ms are enough to numb the ache in his chest.

Spoiler: they are not.

A voice cuts in behind him. “You look like a man who got recently blindsided with abandonment.”

Bucky turns to find Ava standing behind him with two protein bars and a raised brow.

He makes a face. “What?”

“You’ve got moppy hair and wounded puppy eyes,” she adds, tossing him a bar. “Also looks like post-makeout blues.”

He catches it reflexively. “I’m fine.”

“You’re wearing black-on-black, Bucky. That’s emotional.”

He groans. “Jesus. Did Yelena tell everyone?”

“She didn’t have to. You’re as subtle as a billboard.”

Bucky refuses to acknowledge that. He likes to think he’s the opposite and it irritates him more that apparently not. He opens a protein bar, takes a bite, and chews like he wants it to solve something. It doesn’t.

“She kissed me back,” he says finally.

Ava hums. “And now she’s ghosting you?”

“Pretty much.”

“She’s too hot to be left unsupervised. Maybe you should’ve followed up with a calendar invite labeled ‘makeout round two.’”

“I texted her.”

“And?”

“She left me on read.”

Ava winces. “Damn. Cold.”

“Yeah.”

They stand in silence for a beat.

Then she pats his shoulder. “You’re kind of fucked.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Later, during a brief IT meeting, John leans over and says, “So… you tapped that?”

Bucky nearly knocks over his coffee.

“No.”

John shrugs. “Looked like you were gonna. Heard the door was involved.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Your face says otherwise.”

“Stop talking.”

John grins. “She’s hot, man. Smart, mean, sharp-tongued. You’re doomed.”

Bucky glares. “Super helpful, thanks.”

By 4:15, Bucky’s given up on productivity. He’s just watching the door now. He’s been hoping since lunch that you’d come by. But he thinks maybe you’re hiding. Maybe you’re avoiding him. Maybe you regret everything.

Shit.

Memories from college start flashing—those nights he lingered in the dorm just a few minutes longer, hoping you’d come in and toss a snide comment over your shoulder. The way your voice sounded when you called him dramatic. The time you fell asleep on the couch and he covered you with a blanket like it didn’t mean anything. But that’s you never know, it always meant something to him. 

He just didn’t think there’d be a time where you’d ever let him touch you like that. Not for real.

And now you had once, he’s not sure he can let it go again.

Yelena finds him at the vending machine again near your department.

“Seriously?” she asks.

“I need sugar.” Bucky excuses weakly

She crosses her arms. “You’re pathetic.”

“I know.”

“She’s not ignoring you because she didn’t like it.”

That peaks hope in him. He glances at her. “No?”

Yelena rolls her eyes, “She’s ignoring you because she did.”

He frowns. “That makes no sense.”

“Welcome to women.”

He groans. “What do I do?”

“You wait.”

Bucky groans in frustration. “I hate that.”

“Yeah. But if you push too hard, she’ll bolt.”

He leans his head against the wall. “I’m so screwed.”

Yelena nods solemnly. “Deeply.”

When Bucky walks by your desk one last time before clocking out, you’re not there but your jacket and coffee cup are. Your half-scrawled notes with your favorite pen litter your desk. He remembers how you chew on your pen end when you’re annoyed. 

He stares at the desk then sighs, mutters under his breath. “Get it together, man.”

He sees your charger at the top right corner of your desk. A thought crosses his mind. He grabs it before he changes his mind. Then he walks away before he blurts something stupid in case you appear again.

Something like I miss you. Or I want you. Or Please kiss me again before I lose my damn mind.

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[domesticfawn]

I had a similar experience dealing with insurance for endometriosis treatment. I was lucky enough to have a rare case where the endo tissue was trying to grow into my sciatic nerve and was making it to where I can't walk. (I still can't walk almost a year later after surgery but I'm making good progress in pt)

I had to jump through so many hoops with insurance it was insane. Originally I was living in Texas for a job which that state isn't exactly known for good womens health care, so I had to move back home to Arkansas. Which moving states in the middle of getting medical stuff done is a nightmare in case you wanted to know.

It took like 5 months just to get insurance to agree that the surgery was necessary. So it started with getting emergency surgery to remove a cyst that burst that let Drs find the endo to begin with, then like every scan the hospital had available. Then Texas Drs decided with the state laws all they could do was give birth control pills, so I was on that for several months and it got way worse. When I moved back I had to get all new kinds of scans to make sure I actually had endo because insurance was certain I was faking.

So new drs new scans, then insurance didn't like the scans so we go to another hospital and get new scans, then they decide why don't we try other treatments first. So I got iud, did physical therapy, had to go to a fuckin chiropractor for endo -_- Then insurance decided all that wasn't necessary and tried to insist they weren't going to cover the tests and treatments that didn't work that they ordered, that was the most stressful 2 months to be arguing with insurance that they should cover the stuff they insisted I needed in order for them to cover the surgery I actually needed.

Anyway after I did finally get the surgery approved I had a fuckton of other bad health shit get put together and spent like 2 months in the hospital. Insurance tried to say they only approved the surgery not the hospital stay for the other stuff so I wound up with a bill of close to $200,000 that I'm still fighting with insurance about. But it was close to double that 6 months ago lol. Between getting itemized lists from each individual dr that was involved and calling insurance every day and just annoying them for months on end something worked eventually.

I do think its great that you got your insurance to agree to anesthetic for iud, my insurance had told me pretty much that they had already covered lots of things for me so they weren't going to cover things that weren't absolutely necessary. (even though they insisted I needed the iud to begin with before they would agree to remove endo tissue that was killing me)

I hate having a body in the US.

Accessing even a nominally complex medical procedure here results in a never ending cascade of calls about your billing and payment.

Even with “””””””excellent “”””””” insurance.

Each medical billing clown will tell you “this is the total projected patient portion” but be fucking lying bc they’re just something like “the hospital biller.”

One of a million billers.

You gotta talk to the surgeon’s biller.

And the anesthesiologist’s biller.

And the surgical ambulatory center’s biller.

And the physician’s assistant’s biller.

And the radiology/imaging biller.

And

And

And

AND OF COURSE this is all before/as you embark on a medial experience that may itself be causing you substantial stress, pain, etc etc of its own.

It’s the ultimate “kicking you while you’re down.”

ANYWAY I have to have an IUD as part of my endometriosis treatment and my last one’s hormones ran out and I’m having a flare and to just feel ok again, it’s gonna cost me $5,000 WITH INSURANCE.

Just for an IUD and its placement.

They inserted it last time (as was the practice then) with no pain killers and no sedation. I’ve been through WAY MORE invasive procedures and surgeries and nothing I say NOTHING was worse than raw dogging an IUD insertion awake. It took them 3 attempts across 2 hours and I was in total agony by the end.

I swore I’d never do it again so I took the 15.5 million steps to get the removal and replacement approved by insurance under general anesthesia.

And the result is a $5,000 bill TO ME (probably $15k before insurance pays some) for a 1 hour procedure that prioritizes basic human decency and avoidance of painful hell on earth.

When did I ask for this raging case of endo?

How is this my fault?

Why should I have to pay so fucking much to maintain a goddman body?

Did y’all get to choose YOUR body? Did I sleep through the day when the good ones got assigned?!

Why did we decide that if you are unlucky enough to be born with disabilities or illnesses or just DIFFERENCES in your body, you should be financially penalized forever?

I hate it here.

I fucking hate it.

[tricoufamily]

it's that time again for this year's installment of 'what would the villareals look like if i had made them this year?' except i don't think my sim style changed like at all last year

[starset-sarsaparilla]

fun fact: when i first went to the fort to kill caesar i completely forgot about the bunker. it was a stressful return trip