#and again. i don't think most of them are real. i really really don't

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

You know what we never see, neglected reader who is damn near bruce's age. Technically if you think about it you can really have kids at any age, so why people only make him pump it and dump it only when is in his 30s and 40s is crazy to me. If Bruce has I kid at 18 and he is in his late 40s , reader could be in their 30s and be the oldest of the batkids. Especially if reader has gone their whole life never knowing bruce until know or known them in the last couple of years.

Reader is a grown ass adult, whom bruce and the family have no real authority over considering their age. The audacity of batfamily as well, y'all are really out here bullying a grown adult like?????? Honesty if they wanted to they could just leave, like for real. Also technically speaking, if reader is near bruce's age, then most of the boys neglected reader is paired with romantically would be considered significantly younger, and I don't think reader would really date youger than themselves.

But you know who they could date, the league. Reader might be slightly younger but it wouldn't be considered an inappropriate age gap like we be seeing here on this damn app. Anyone only the Justice League is free game for her. God could you imagine what Bruce feel if he ever caught one of his own colleagues was shaking up with his oldest kid, especially if it was somone like Wonder Woman or Superman, the two people he is closest to.

I LOVE THIS IDEA OVERWORKED ADULT!READER

Just thinking about a reader who is an overworked office worker at Wayne Enterprises, the same company that Bruce owns, without knowing that Bruce Wayne is their biological father. They go through years of their lives not really knowing their dad and not really caring, like Father's Day was just another Mother's Day to them, or they would give Father's Day presents to their uncles or grandpa. They never really cared to know their dad and never really cared to even see him. Their mom said he was just a feeling that she had when she was 18; it wasn't too important, and she can hardly remember. But then again, who forgets Bruce Wayne? At that time, he wasn't the infamous playboy, just a hurt rich kid with too much eyeliner. Bruce wasn't even aware of their existence until now.

Just think about it: you're going out on a daily walk in Gotham Park when all of a sudden you run into Dick and his cute little dog, Haley. You play around with the puppy for just a while before you go back on your walk. Dick is practically blushing because, wow, you're so good with animals and you're so kind and nice—not to mention you remind him of somebody, but he can't put his finger on it. The next thing you know, you run into Tim, who's having trouble with the vending machine. You teach the kid a small trick: hitting the vending machine at least three times on different sides, and boom, energy drinks fall out. You hand him the other one while walking away, and he thinks you're the coolest person to ever step foot on this Earth. You catch Damian sketching in the park and compliment him on his artistic skills. He never cared for silly compliments, but yours felt so real, so kind and genuine.

You meet Steph Batgirl; you both are ordering the same combo meal just for you to say, "Jinx, you owe me a soda!" Being playful, she gets you an extra Sprite. You accidentally drop your wallet, and Cass picks it up. She doesn't say anything, so it makes you think that she's mute or deaf, so you end up signing "thank you" to her. She's over the moon, ecstatic even. Duke is complaining about how his favorite coffee shop is out of matcha drinks. You end up buying matcha—a stupid trend—and you give him your drink. He's left flustered, struggling to say thank you.

At the bar, you're out with some coworkers drinking until you and your work crew are singing "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall." Jason, who's at the same bar, catches you. He thinks your drunk expressions are pretty cute, and they all share the same experiences they had that day with each other. They figure out they met the same person, surprisingly similar to Bruce. They also list key traits like how you're tall, your long dark hair, your tired eyes, your slumped posture, and your amazing charm, which managed to make them become yanderes in under a minute. They share this information with Bruce, who's completely confused as to why all of his little birds would be obsessed with you.

He finally sees you in the office, snoozing over a pile of paperwork. He has paternal feelings towards you, wanting to wrap you in his thousand-dollar suit coat. He puts it over your shoulders and takes the workload off of you. The next thing you know, he's reading into your files, trying to learn everything and anything about you, just to know that you've been working here for three years. He learns that even though you do an exceptional job, your mother is the old flame he had during his first years as Batman. He takes a piece of your DNA—an energy drink you've been chugging down your throat—just to realize that you are his blood. But how can he just step into your life without you even knowing him? Any of the Birds stepping into your life without you regarding them— to you, they're just a bunch of strangers that you've had silly moments with; to them, you're family. I have a hunch that they knew you for years, at least more than the big sibling that somehow managed to run away.

[owe-143]

you’re contributing greatly to the fandom I praise you. Anyways-

Either one. Cuddle chat with the saja boys or comforting them I need fluff for lease and thanks! Have a good day/night!

Comfort buddy<3

A/N: HAHA, THANK YOUUU. I really loved this movie. Like I need to contribute. Have a good day/night as well and ty for requesting (i already did cuddling head cannons so I chose the comfort one! also kinda a character analysis-)

Warnings: none I believe

Fluff☁⭐

Saja boys (seperate) x Reader!

Jinu!

-He makes it quite obvious when he's bothered or not doing well

-will lean on you figuratively and literally

-be patient with him. He'll eventually open up

-and when he does it's an entire vent session

-he needs you to reassure him that everything will be okay

-even if he doesn't believe it himself. Hearing it from you is enough

Abs

-doesn't often show that he is vulnerable and wants comfort

-usually does things out of the usual to signal he isn't okay

-I think he's extremely insecure and needs reassurance all the time

-NEEDS HUGS. CRAVES THEM💔

-compliment him. make him feel good about himself again

-don't forget to make him laugh. memes or jokes or whatever. just get him smiling again<33

Romance

-will literally have the worst anxiety or panic attacks

-he gets overwhelmed really easily so like be super patient and calm

-getting him a gift will definitely lift his mood

-acts as if the world is ending so you have to bring him back down

-gets pissed off with his emotions easily. like help before he throws something😭

-watch movies or shows together. Specifically something funny or relaxed

Mystery

-this man is silently fighting his own demons I swear

-Doesn't really understand the way he feels most of the time so he will ignore it until he finally crashes out

-first comes to you for reasons, like why the hell does he feel not good

-stroke his hair or hold his hands

-oddly very emotional when his feelings catch up to him. will be sobbing into your shoulder

-hold him real close. cuddle him tightly and make sure he knows you're there

Baby

-claims that he is fine when clearly he's not

-you sorta have to give him space before eventually comes looking for kisses and hugs

-give this man food, he'll be better in no time

-that confident facade eventually breaks where he explains all his worries and just needs you to listen

-will pout like a toddler while you coddle him

-maybe childish, but do something like colouring or doodling. he likes doing fun things with you

[ooooo-mcyt]

Scar has SUCH a victim complex and we really should talk about it more.

In an average Scar pov of the Life Series, two things are basically guaranteed:

a.) Scar never does anything wrong. Any perceived wrongdoing on Scar's part is simply him being silly and goofy which people keep blowing it out of proportion. Or he really didn't mean to do anything wrong and people are just so paranoid and keep misinterpreting his good intentioned actions. Or he did something bad but it wasn't his idea and some outside force made him and it wasn't that big a deal anyways when you think about it.

b.) Everyone's out to get Scar. People wrongfully don't trust him because they're just blind to his inherent trustworthiness. People are always shooting down his brilliant plans because they hate fun or are just mean. People take advantage of him when he's never done anything wrong to them (if you think he has done anything wrong, see point a). People betray him so much, him, the silliest funnest most trustworthy teammate who only wants friendship.

Now, a lot of this is tactical on Scar's part, to give credit where credit is due! Scar is in fact very intelligent, and most of the time he knows what he's doing! A lot of time Scar plays innocent and dumb because playing innocent and dumb keeps working to get him what he wants and to keep him out of trouble. People buy into the facade with shocking ease. And the really clever thing is that even when people don't buy into the facade, there's no argument. Because it doesn't matter if Scar is as dumb and innocent as he pretends to be (he's not), people can't prove he doesn't believe what he says, so they don't waste energy arguing, and he gets away with a shocking amount because of it. Scar is incredible at playing with tactical facades and twisted narratives. So yes, a lot of Scar's "victim complex" is tactic, not necessarily a genuinely held belief on Scar's end.

That being said, I think sometimes Scar gets so caught up in his own false narratives that he starts to believe them, and I think Scar can be painfully, and ironically, blind to his own faults. When he says he felt abandoned and betrayed by everyone in Last Life, I believe he meant it, though I'd argue he actively pushed people away and was the reason nobody trusted him. When he says he treated Grian right and "built him a panda sanctuary" in Double Life, I think Scar actually means that, though it's factually incorrect. When he says he was "forced" to be alone in Secret Life, I'm sure he meant that too, though again I'd argue Scar had a very active role in self isolating.

While I think Scar is a very intelligent person who very much purposefully crafts narratives that benefit him, I also think Scar is a person who likes to live in those narratives, someone who uses his boundless imagination to integrate himself into the realities he builds so seamlessly that they start to feel real. I think this is a very efficient coping mechanism, in a lot of ways, for Scar to blame any genuine suffering he has entirely on outside persecution and minimize his own responsibility. It's comforting, if nothing else.

But this self imposed hand crafted victim complex doesn't actually help with the ways Scar really struggles the most. Scar consistently struggles with isolation, whether through literal distance from other players or simply emotional inability to connect. And unfortunately, most of it is a result of Scar's own behavior. Scar lies, Scar cheats, Scar pushes people away. Scar is the reason nobody trusts him. Scar is the one who consistently refuses to seek out companionship even when he needs it. This is an agonizingly fixable problem, but it's one Scar cannot see the solution to, because ironically his own cunning and creative mind has spun a web so thick it's trapped him inside, and he can't see past it to realize he has the way out!

Anyways sorry for rambling I'm just insane about Scar, he has such a brilliant mind and the tongue to back it up but his fatal flaw has always been in how his creative mind loses itself in its own false narratives until he cannot see the exit door five feet in front of him. He's sooooooooooooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[authorhjk1]

May I request Yoona in green pls? Those hips, that peach, that bod, everything is perfect she makes you want to just devour her whole…in a good way.

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Green

(Yoona X Male Reader) Word count: 3265 words

"Have fun, honey."

You read your mom's text after telling her you are going to spend the night at a friend's house. Putting your phone back into your pocket you cross the road. Your hand shakes a little in excitement when you ring the doorbell. The sound of heels clicking on marble floor reaches your ears. Then they seem to stop right in front of the door. The milky glass enables you to make out a silhouette behind the door.

When it swings open you're greeted by Im Yoona. Your teacher.

"Hello, Ms. Im."

And your friend's mother.

"Hello, honey. Are you here for my son?"

"Yeah. I planned on sleeping over tonight."

You try to look nonchalant, but you notice your voice betraying you a little. You know it's wrong and yet you have fantasized about your friend's hot mom a million times. The fact that she's your teacher makes it even worse. In a good and in a bad way.

"Oh? He didn't mention anything."

"Typical."

You joke and Ms. Im cracks a laugh.

"I swear he got this from my husband."

She steps out of the way to let you inside.

"Please come in. He isn't home yet though."

"He isn't?"

You take your shoes off and follow her into the house.

"No, but I'm sure he'll be here soon."

As you walk after her your eyes naturally wander towards Ms. Im's perfect backside. Her most attractive feature is definitely her face and she has an amazing body to go with that, but seeing her ass in that tight green skirt has you thinking all kinds of things. You know you shouldn't think them. She's your teacher. Your friend's mother.

"Anything to drink, sweetheart?"

You feel something tingle inside of you whenever she addresses you with these teasing nicknames. You know she is just doing it to her son's friend and she has been doing it for years. But you wish she would see you as someone on her level.

"I would... I would like a water, please."

"Water?"

She chuckles as she walks into the open kitchen.

"I can't remember the last time my son drank water. He's always after something sweet. Please, make yourself comfortable."

She motions towards the couch in the living room and you don't plan on ignoring her offer. As you sit down you watch her preparing a glass of water. She's facing you and once again you can clearly see the face that always distracts you during class. Just like earlier today. That small, but warm smile and the always loving and caring gaze she seems to carry around everywhere.

"It's a hot day today. You should really be drinking a lot."

You quickly pretend like you were not staring when Ms. Im looks up and walks around the counter towards you.

"It really is."

You accept the glass with both hands.

"Thank you."

Ms. Im sits down next to you on the couch and you're both frightened and excited. Your gorgeous teacher is sitting so close to you, her knee almost touching yours.

You watch her reaching for the hand cream on the coffee table and you nervously take a sip.

"So, what are you boys up to today?"

"Homework."

You reply, which earns you a hearty laugh.

"You're such a sweet talker, mister."

Ms. Im playfully slaps your leg. You feel your cheeks heating up and you would've loved to feel her hand on your thigh just for a second longer.

"For real, though. Anything interesting in mind?"

She glances over at you with an encouraging smile on her lips.

"I was serious."

You chuckle.

"But apart from that we thought about going out later."

"Anywhere specific?"

The slight hint of hidden curiosity doesn't escape you. As much as you would love the idea of Ms. Im being insecure about you going out, you know it's just wishful thinking. She's just curious because of her son.

"A friend of ours has the house to herself for the weekend."

"Oh, I see."

You continue to glance at her hands as Ms. Im is applying the hand cream to her skin. Until now you never thought of fingers or hands as explicitly attractive parts of a person's body. But the way the white cream is partially covering her skin makes you shift around a little.

"And I'm sure your mom knows what you've planned?"

She gives you a cheeky, but knowing smile. One that warms your heart. You know that she is pretty chill about parties and all that. And of course you could lie, but you don't want to get caught the next time the two of them talk.

"Not exactly."

Ms. Im laughs again.

"Teenagers."

She continues to massage the cream into her skin. You would've loved to correct her. You're not a teenager, you're a man. But you know she'd just give you an amused laugh.

"Can't blame you though. I was once your age as well."

Your breath hitches when Ms. Im leans closer. Her smile widens a little and you know she caught on to that.

"It's gonna be our little secret."

She winks and smiles at you and you have the desperate urge to excuse yourself and head to the bathroom.

Ms. Im then ups the ante by placing her hand on your thigh.

"I hope you're able to keep it."

Suddenly you have the feeling she isn't talking about the party anymore. You try your best to stay calm and look into her eyes. Not just because you want to seem confident, but also because you're very aware of the fact that you can see her black bra shimmer through her green top. Earlier in class today it only seemed like imagination, but now when she sits so close, it's clear that it's definitely real.

"But you know me. I'm not the best in keeping my mouth shut."

Only now you notice how her tone has switched from warm to seductive. You don't know when it happened.

"I'm little chatter box."

You bite your lip. You pray that you're not dreaming. Is she really hinting at the thing you've been thinking about since she opened the door?

"I don't think you're that bad."

"Oh, really?"

Ms. Im's smile continues to play around her lips as she raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yeah."

You look away. Out the window. Looking at her is starting to become too much.

"Oh, please. You're probably the person who knows the most of my son's embarrassing childhood moments. Even the ones he doesn't know himself."

The mention of your friend makes you remember that this his mom. That this is wrong. You shouldn't even be entertaining the thought of his mother wanting something from you.

But when you turn your head again to look at her, you catch Ms. Im looking down at your body, her teeth biting her lower lip. You glance down as well. Wearing a white shirt on such a hot day was a mistake. Even without moving much you're sweating. Or maybe it's because of her? The fabric is sticking to your well toned body.

"But I think you could help me."

"H-Help you?"

You see her having to repress a laugh at your nervousness.

"Yes. Help me."

By now she's almost whispering into your ear.

Then you feel two of her fingers slowly moving towards your crotch on your thigh. As if they're walking.

"If we share a secret, a very important one, I'm sure I can learn how to not tell anyone."

You know that she didn't mean anyone. She didn't mean your mother. She meant her husband. And your friend.

"I-I'm not sure about this."

You say that, but you're mentally kicking yourself.

"Just go with it!"

Your inner thoughts scream at you.

"Trust me, handsome. No one will ever find out."

Once the last word has left her lips, Ms. Im's fingers have reached the zipper of your jeans.

You finally manage to look into her eyes. A mixture of lust, excitement and amusement meets you.

"Oh oh."

She says as if it was an accident.

Your breath catches in your throat as she keeps eye contact. The noise of her opening your zipper is the only sound in the room. Both if you don't dare to breathe for a second.

Then, Ms. Im reaches into your pants. You feel her fingers search for a moment. You aren't wearing underwear and soon her fingers wrap around your length.

"Oh my god."

You whisper, which makes her smile.

"You never had a handjob before?"

Carefully shaking your head, you hope this will turn into more than a handjob.

Ms. Im takes your cock out of your jeans and looks down on it.

"Not bad. More than I usually deal with."

Her wicked grin and another teasing bite of her lip makes you shiver. Did she just tell you you're bigger than her husband? Your friend's dad?

"Do you like this?"

You can only nod as she strokes your length. She's doing it very slowly, almost too slowly. But you're sure she knows that all too well. Ms. Im always likes to tease. And it seems like she doesn't mind doing it with your cock in her hand as well.

"Want me to go a little faster?"

There it is. The innocent tone of her voice makes you even more desperate.

"Yeah."

Your voice sounds hoarse now.

"Say please."

Her whisper makes you bite your lip.

"Please, Ms. Im."

"That's a good boy."

You can't believe this is happening. Your head rolls back when your teacher picks up the pace a little.

"So nice..."

She murmurs and then looks you directly in the eyes.

"And so thick."

Your cock twitches in her hand, which only widens her smile.

"So you like it when someone compliments your cock?"

"I-I guess so."

"You guess?"

Ms. Im shakes her and you notice her teacher face appearing.

"Don't guess. You know, or you don't know. Do you guess when you take an exam?"

That'd be a yes, but you feel too good to ruin this right now.

"No. I like it."

"That's what I thought."

Ms. Im reaches for the bottle of hand cream once more.

"Do you want me to continue then? Do you want me to admire and praise your dick?"

She is saying that with such a nonchalant and innocent tone. It makes you buck your hips up into her hand.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Her smirk makes you melt further into the couch. Especially when she lets the bottle hover over your cock.

"I'm gonna have to empty this all over your cock. It's so big I won't be able to pleasure you properly otherwise."

You sigh when you feel the cold cream fall onto your tip.

"That's it."

Ms. Im begins to spread it all over your cock as she continues to talk. "I have to admit, your dick really looks nice. Long and thick...and look at those veins. I bet I'd feel every inch of you if you were pounding me."

The dirty talk alone is already challenging for you. Ms. Im talking about talking your cock is even worse. She continues to stroke you, which means you don't even get a break. Her cream is completely covering your cock now. She has picked up her pace again and the white substance sticks to her fingers and parts of your length.

"And with a cock like that? Your cum must taste amazing."

You watch her lick her lips which almost does it for you. If it weren't for the sound of the front door opening. Your eyes grow wide, but before you can even move, Ms. Im has already thrown a blanket over your lap.

It's the person you've been waiting for.

"Hey, mom."

He sees you sitting next to her.

"Hi, man. Sorry for being late."

"It's all good."

You know you sound weird. But it's hard to talk if your friend's mom is stroking your cock while he's standing right there.

"I'll take a quick shower and then I'm ready to go."

"Take your time."

This is the first time in your life that you really mean those words.

"He's right, honey."

Ms. Im looks into your eyes while her son walks out the room.

"Take your time."

Her handjob becomes quicker under the blanket and before you can say something about getting closer towards your limit, she places a finger over her lips, shushing you.

The two of you hear the lock of the bathroom door click. Then the shower starts.

"Come wit me."

Her devilish smile makes you expect the worst, but you still get up. Not just because you want to feel more of her body, but because she is holding onto your cock.

"Now..."

Ms. Im has reached the bathroom door.

"If you can keep it together until he's done, you can do whatever you want with me."

You swallow hard. Not sure what she is hinting at, but you nod your head in agreement.

"Which implies your chance of deciding where to dump your load as well of course."

Ms. Im gives you another wink.

Your breath hitches when you watch her reach down and take her panties off. She keeps the skirt on, but the black lace disappears into the right pocket of your jeans.

"Take me."

She gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Take me hard."

Too stunned to speak, you stay in place while Ms. Im turns around. She places her hands on the white wood of the door and slightly bends over.

"Come on. I've caught you staring at me thousands of times. I know you've fantasized about this exact moment. Put your cock in my pussy and your dreams will become reality."

You hesitate only a second and then you step closer. With a shaking breath you let your cock disappear underneath her skirt.

"Oh god."

A whisper escapes you when you feel her wet folds against your tip.

"Yes, right there. That's where your huge cock belongs."

You push into your friend's mom, penetrating the tight walls of her pussy. Your hands find themselves on her naked waist as you try to hold onto something. Her insides overwhelm you as you push deeper. A groan escapes your mouth when you bottom out inside of Ms. Im and you almost fall over, your legs shaking.

"God, yes. Fill me up."

She moans against the door and despite the running water you're afraid your friend is gonna hear her. That's why you want to take it slow, but you can't control yourself. Within a matter of seconds you thrust in and out of her at a quick pace, leaving Ms. Im a moaning mess.

"Deeper. Harder."

She half whispers, half moans. Her hands hold onto the wood for support as you basically fuck her against it. You pull her hips back whenever you push forward, making her take your entire cock.

"Fuck. You are stretching me out so well. Your cock is amazing."

Her breathless sighs and moans makes it harder for you to keep your composure.

You still can't believe your fucking your teacher, your friend's mom, while he's showering on the other side of the door. It feels wrong and you think you should stop. But you also know that it's too late to turn around. You already had a taste of Ms. Im's pussy by now and you are sure you won't be able to live without it from now on.

"Keep going, yes."

Her moans begin to increase in volume.

"Ruin this pussy, baby."

You decide to silence her, afraid she might get you caught. Even over the running shower you can clearly hear her.

"Make me your-"

As much as you would've loved to know the ending to that sentence, your hand seals her mouth right before she finishes it. Your other hand still holds her waist and now you are able to fuck her a little harder.

Ms. Im moans into your hand. You feel her drooling onto your palm a little as the pleasure overwhelms her. Unfortunately, you become louder as well. Your grunts increase in volume as you near your end and the continuous thrusting makes you grow tired. You know it won't be long until the shower stops running. It can only be a matter of minutes.

Afraid you might not last that long, you lean forward and rest your lips right next to Ms. Im's ear. If these are your final moments, you might as well say everything you ever wanted to say to her.

"You're so fucking sexy."

You groan into her mouth while your cock plunges deeper into her snatch.

"I dream about fucking you in your class constantly."

Ms. Im moans into your hand in response as if she's challenging you to do it the next time you're in her class.

"Whenever you lecture us about anything I just wanna shut you up by putting my cock in your mouth."

You feel yourself getting closer towards your orgasm. Your rhythm starts to become irregular.

"I-fuck..."

You feel Ms. Im's tight pussy hugging you even more, making it even harder to move inside of her.

"I want to cover your face with my cum. Make you look like the slut I always imagined you to be."

It hits you in that exact moment that this really isn't your imagination anymore. This is real. Your inside Ms. Im's pussy. You're fucking her. Her walls are threatening to make you cum.

That's when the shower stops. You only realize the water is off a couple of seconds later. Instinctively, you let go of Ms. Im's mouth and slow down. Which proves to be difficult, because by now you really are right on the edge.

But instead of pushing you off of her and leading you away, Ms. Im just turns her head and looks at you. Her eyes are filled with lust and you catch her lower lip quivering.

"Do it."

She whispers.

"Do it right now."

You don't understand at first, but when she placed a hand your abdomen and pushes you a step back, you realize what she means. Your cock slowly leaves her tight cavern, her juices making it easy for you to slide out. Once she isn't filled anymore, Ms. Im turns around fully. She gives you another deep kiss and then looks into your eyes.

"Now make me look like the slut that I am."

She gets on her knees right in front of you. Your breath hitches. Ms. Im wraps her hand around your cock once more. Instead of her cream, it's her juices that make it a smooth handjob. It only takes her a couple of strokes to push you over the edge.

The only thing you see before you have to close your eyes is Ms. Im on her knees, eyes closed and lips firmly pressed together, waiting for you to shower her with your cum. Your orgasm hits harder than ever before. You almost lose your balance. You feel your built up load leave your body.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, you look down at a cum covered Ms. Im. Her lips and nose got hit with the most of your semen, while her closed eyes and one cheek got some of it as well.

You let out a deep breath, too tired, too baffled to say anything.

Then the klick of the door lock echoes in your head.

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Hi everyone!

This is chapter number 50! I can't believe I actually wrote this many colour chapters already. And I keep getting more and more requests. My list of chapters that I am going to write has already surpassed the 150 mark. So stay tuned for the next chapters!

[oh-no-its-bird]

Actually so attached to the mental image of team ro Tenzo, Shisui and Itachi trailing after team captain Kakashi like a trio of lost ducks.

Tbf, it's mostly Tenzo and Itachi projecting the lost duck energy, but Shisui also delights in being there. So it's like,

Itachi and Tenzo: Genuinely trailing behind Kakashi like lost puppies.

Shisui: Trailing behind Itachi and Tenzo projecting the same aura but mostly because he thinks this is the funniest thing ever

Kakashi: Denying to his dying breath that these guys are wet eyed ducklings trailing behind him like he's their mother (except Shisui, who he will occasionally acknowledge the behavior of only because he KNOWS Shisui is doing it to fuck with him. However he knows the other two are serious about it and will thus refuse to admit this is his reality ever.)

I think when they hang out or train out of masks together, it's in secluded or private places (probably in compliance with whatever ANBU privacy/subtlety rules have to exist about what context teams can hang out together under) So very few people have the proper context of seeing them all together. Especially bc, during this time, Kakashi is in that 16-18 year old doom spiral. He's starting to ease out of the depression, but his title of Friend Killer Kakashi still follows him, and he works overtime to avoid people and crowds.

So anyways that means no one really knows ab his little entourage, which means funny realization moments when people DO see them in public together.

(Someone remind me later to do a '5 times someone realized Kakashi had become a teen mother + 1 time Kakashi realized himself' fic later, that'd be so fucking funny)

The only one to be fully aware of Kakashi's little ducklings is Gai, who's been lucky enough to spot them all together more than once (mostly bc he's one of the only people Kakashi will willingly exist around for more than 10 minutes at a time when out of uniform) Otherwise, there's a handful of people who know of team Ro's attitude towards KKS (separately) Like Genma (subject to Shisui and Tenzo) and Kurenai (subject to Itachi)

"Kakashi," Kurenai asked. "Why are you hanging out with a toddler?"

Kakashi cocked his head. "I don't know. Itachi, why am I hanging out with a toddler?"

"Mother asked you to give me advice on working with my elder teammates." Itachi responded without missing a beat, and Kakashi nodded in approval.

"There you have it."

In general, I think Kakashi is probably spotted with Tenzo the most out of anyone on the team. He's like, basically his handler once he's out of ROOT, very invested in his personhood and general existence for several (political and personal) reasons, and has taken to trying to teach him how to be a real boy and whatnot now that he's in the real world. They're also close in age, and unlike Shisui (who's also close in age), Tenzo is very quiet and genuine in his respect for Kakashi. So Kakashi can genuinely just enjoy existing near Tenzo in silence without worry.

Tenzo is probably the lowkey favorite, which Itachi and Shisui are NOT bitter about, they promise.

(Shisui is actually p ok w that, he thinks Tenzo deserves it after all the shit he's been through and is happy for the clear comfort Kakashi brings to his life.

Itachi refuses to admit he's jealous ever, but years later when he is an actual, literal terrorist who hasn't seen his teammates in years, when he sees Tenzo again, he will hit him extra hard w a genjutsu special with a vague sense of satisfaction and the specific thoughts of, 'being captains favorite won't save you now, will it.')

Anyways the entire point of this post was that I want someone (possibly Genma) to refer to the members of team ro as "Kakashi's ducklings" because it'd would be funny to me personally.

That's it, end of post. Thank u for ur time.

[partylikemajima]

Mending Hearts - Chapter 6 (Final)

Old ends mend with new beginnings. (its much shorter than the others but its the endddd.)

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

Annie woke to the usual songs the birds would sing outside her bedroom window, taking in a breath from where she laid on the bed and opened her eyes.

Immediately she was greeted with the sleeping form of her husband. The side of her head resting on his upper arm that stretched out underneath her, her right arm draped over his bare chest that was rising and falling at a calm pace. She blinked, her fingertips tracing over the lightly bruised marks she left on his chest and she realised it was real.

All of him was real, sleeping next to her, that he did come back two weeks ago, that all the new memories they were making were real, and that last night was real.

His eyebrows twitched and the pattern of his breathing changed briefly, seemingly whatever he was dreaming about had caught him by surprise. She watched him longer and saw his brows begun knitting together, eyelids squeezing and he appeared to be in pain. She rubbed her hand on his chest, trying to sooth him. She remembered he used to have frequent nightmares, most he didn't talk about to her so she could only base it on what she saw and heard while trying to calm him.

Her soothing seemed to help as his expression eased slightly, though a few seconds later his head twitched to the side and the expression returned, his breathing heavier and he whispered 'No'.

She held the side of his face, thumb rubbing his cheek and called for him.

"Elijah"

He didn't respond.

"Elijah" Her voice filling with worry.

The third time she called for him, his left hand wrapped around her wrist and his eyelids flew open, breathing fast. He stared at the ceiling, the fast pace of his breathing slowing as his eyes checked his surroundings until they landed on her.

As soon as they did, he turned his body fast on the bed and was over her, his left hand holding the side of her face, eyes checking her. Her own eyes wide at the sudden movement and checking him too. "Think it was a nightma-" She started to say but his lips met hers.

He kissed her short and sweet, pulling back and looked at her. "You in my dreams again?" His eyes lost in hers, giving her more of the short kisses.

She giggled in between them "I don't think so"

His kisses turned into longer ones, lips exploring the shape of hers as if they didn't explore every inch of her last night. "How you feel so real then?" He questioned.

Does he really feel this is a dream?

She held his face with both hands, holding him back despite thoroughly enjoying his pursuing and met his eyes properly. "This is real, not a dream, we're here" She raised her brows to him.

His eyes roamed over her features, thinking silently. His left hand moved down the side of her body until it reached her behind, and two of his fingers gave a sharp pinch. Her body jerked from the shock. "What that for?!"

He hummed, leaning forward, face still in her hands and gave her a peck on the lips. "Guess it is"

"You supposed to pinch yourself" She laughed as he started kissing over her face, from her brow, over her eyelid and her cheek.

"Well do it then" He mumbled into her skin.

She moved one hand down and pinched the skin of one of his pecs, causing him to grunt with a laugh, smiling when he kissed her lips again.

"I'll set up the bath, we gotta be somewhere soon" He informed.

"Where?"

"Part of the surprise I mentioned yesterday" He kissed the top of her nose and pushed up from the bed, throwing his side of the covers back and walked to the wash room, naked. It was one thing being lost in each other's bodies all of last night, it was another seeing the back of all of him again in daylight. A sight, that had faded in her memory, restored. She held the covers over her face, laughing to herself. She felt like her younger self, time lost had messed up her brain.

She shuffled out of the bed and covered herself up in her night gown, checking the time and picking up pieces of their clothes on the floor. Last night's memories flashing in her mind like lights and she paused several times, recalling them.

They really did go through the house while exploring each other. They had to do the checks of the house, have water, make it to the bedroom....all the while he made it his mission for her to scream his name many times. She made it her mission too for him to call her name like a prayer.

Both of them accomplished their missions.

She held a hand over her mouth, grinning to herself when she heard him calling. She draped the few pieces of clothes she found in the bedroom over the chair in front of her vanity, rest of the clothes must be around the house, and walked into the wash room.

Her smile grew when she saw he was already sitting inside the tub, the water bubbly and she smelled her various handmade soaps in the air. Did he just mix a bunch of them together and hope for the best?

"Water's fine" He lifted one hand out the water and held it towards her. He had a sly smile on his face, eyes twinkling.

He was such a handsome man.

She looked down to the floor, fidgeting with a nail on one finger and her smile causing a slight pain on her face from how wide it was. She shook her head and stepped towards him. The back of his fingers ran down her gown as she untied it, gently shrugging it off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor and she was bared to him again.

His eyelids fluttered at watching her, hand still out that she took finally and his other hand landed on her hip, helping her into the bathtub with him and settled her down into the water between his legs, bringing her back to his chest. His hands moved around her waist and rested over her stomach, humming in satisfaction with his chin on her shoulder.

Her hands laid on his thighs, she looked ahead and caught something different.

Her small, round mirror that was usually hanging in the living room was now hanging on the wall in front of them. He met her gaze in the mirror, giving a soft smile.

"You planning on keeping it here now you're back in the house?" She smirked, one brow angled.

"Yeah" His hands moved up from her stomach to just below her breasts. "For our future plans" He kissed the top of her shoulder.

"How long till we have to leave for your surprise?" She reached for the scrubbers next to the bathtub, handing him one in the water and she lathered her one with the soapy water, taking his right hand from her body to start scrubbing it. Distracting herself too, his body warm against her own, feeling safe and secure but his hands were causing a stir within her again.

"Around two hours" He said while lathering the scrubber she had given him in his other hand, scrubbing down near the top of her left arm gently. "Means we can't stay like this for long" He pecked the other side of her neck with his lips.

"You not tired from yesterday?" She eyed him in the mirror with a coquettish smile.

He looked up from where he was kissing her under her ear. "Are you?"

She hummed, her left hand holding over his that held her to him, he abandoned the scrubber to the water. "A little"

She saw a hint of concern in his eyes so she turned her head to him, kissing his inviting lips. "The good kind" She whispered, his smile melting into her.

"We gotta get outta here, ain't safe" He chuckled lowly, hands returning to her hips, deepening the kiss.

"Why?" She murmured between shared breaths, head tipping back to his shoulder.

The quiet groan from the back of his throat told her many things. "If we keep going" His tongue begged for entrance to her mouth. "I'm gon' break the bathtub" He laughed when she broke the kiss from her own laughing at his words.

They ended their little adventure with having to wash up twice.

<<<<<<>>>>>>

Annie finally got her hands on the bundle of things wrapped up in the living room, feeling it and the contents inside felt like clothes. She looked to Elijah who watched her silently, giving nothing away.

Laying it on the table, she unwrapped the sheet slowly and confirmed it was clothes inside.

A suit and a dress.

His suit a dark navy pinstripe design, embellished with a chain across the buttons of the waist coat. Haint blue silk handkerchief in the front pocket of the jacket, matching the tie around the collar of a white shirt. It was more fancy than he'd usually tolerate.

Her dress was a similar colour scheme, though the colours blended in with one another. Short sleeved arms that cascaded down in ripples, diagonal ruffles segmenting the main body of the dress down to the bottom. There was a small white border around the edges of the dress.

"How'd you get my measurements without even stepping into the house?" She stared at him, mouth hung open.

"You mentioned your dress getting tailored in town days ago, s'why Stack insisted on picking up your dress, he knew I already was." He stepped closer and looked over her shoulder at the outfits. "Used it to get the size" He kissed her cheek.

"You got many cards up your sleeve Mr Moore" She quirked a brow, hand on her hip. "Always had"

"You keep me on my toes, Mrs Moore" He picked up the clothes. "Come on, we gotta get dressed" He turned from her, pulling her hand with him.

"You still haven't told me where we going!"

"Photoshoot baby"

<<<<<<>>>>>>

The door bell chimed when Annie walked into the photography shop, Elijah holding the door open above her from behind with one hand. The last time they were in this place was carrying their bundle of fleeting joy in their arms, snapping a photo of the three of them quickly before rushing to the doctor to retrieve another ailment for their daughter.

She passed by the shop many times after, the owners changed but the business remained as a photography shop. A few of the times she passed by, she lingered. Watching others take photos; new families, elderly couples, siblings, friends. She never felt the need to step in again. Even now, she didn't feel the need, but her husband behind her was eager.

He hardly ever suggested things he wanted to do, only whatever she wanted. But this was his idea for them, and she gladly indulged in the rare times he voiced them.

The photographer welcomed them after finishing a photoshoot with an older couple, the husband adjusting his suit once he stood from the chair, turning to his wife and they exited the shop.

"Ready?" He asked, fixing the lens of his camera.

Elijah stood beside her and nodded once to her as a question. She nodded back and turned to the other man. "We're ready"

They moved over into the staging area, fixing their clothes, checking each other. She fixed his collar and he fixed her sleeves, moving one of her thick braids to sit in the correct place.

They checked the position of the camera in line with themselves and Annie stepped around Elijah to stand behind the chair - when he caught her hand. He brought her back around to the front of the chair without a word and instead positioned himself behind it, hands on her shoulders and gently nudged her down to sit on the chair.

She could tell the photographer was confused, his hands moving from the camera into the air and paused.

"Sir, normally the wife stands behind the hus-"

Annie had begun getting up from the chair but Elijah's hands on her shoulders stopped her.

"Do I look like I care?"

Annie felt his fingers on her shoulders press into her slightly.

The photographer's voice caught, glancing to her momentarily and back to him. "It's just the custom is-"

"You ask again and-"

Annie held a hand on top of his on her shoulder, looking up to him, the touch causing him to glance down to her. She raised a brow to him, one of his twitching at the restraint she was asking him to have.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly, then looked to the man. "Just take the damn picture" He insisted, voice holding less irritation than before.

The photographer nodded quickly and stood behind the camera, readying the shot.

Annie, feeling bold in the store from her rule breaking husband, crossed one leg over the other, heel jutting out and placed both hands on her knee. She made sure her left hand was on top, displaying the gold ring. She heard a short, but pleased hum from behind.

Elijah shifted with his hold on her, his left hand still remained on her left shoulder, further down to display his gold ring but he stood to the right a little. She glanced back quickly and saw he placed his right hand flat against his waistcoat, just under the chain.

The photographer counted down to the shot and they held the pose as the camera flashed.

She glanced up to him again, and he glanced down to her, smiling.

A new beginning to healing souls.

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AAAAAHHHHH ITS FINISHED!! 🤧🤧🤧💖💖💖💕💕💕💗💗Thank you to everyone keeping up with this story!!!! all the comments made me laugh and giggle im glad it brought yous joy like it did for me!! omg and big thank you to @margepimpson for starting this off!! Ahhhhh mannnn, probably will do shorter fics for now, 2 parters at most or something, i need to catch up on smoke/annie fics out there!!!! Also the bear season 4 and death stranding 2 is coming out in like 1 to 2 days im gonna be so occupied with that and smoke/annie fics i wont be writing long stories ahahahaha BLESS YOU AND HAVE A GOOD DAYYYYYYY. (sorry its not long omg, it was always the plan to end like this though hehehe)

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[angelicscz]

ྀིྀི.˚ jax headcanons

a complication of general & relationship jax headcanons

↳ before you read: lowercase intended, gn reader, written after ep 5 - before ep 6, ooc jax (?), terribly rushed, not proff read.

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first of all; this guy is a massive jerk, he knows it, you know it, we all know it and it's a fact. nobody really likes him besides perhaps pomni, everyone else tolerates him; 'cause what can they do about his antics?

let's not forget about the fact that he has keys to everyone's room, he pranked everyone at least once. i'd like to say that he pranked ragatha and gangle the most. kinger is the one whom jax pranks the least.

he secretly cares about everyone, as i said before he has the keys to everyone's room, he has them not only for his stupid pranks but for emergencies as well. he was once too late to help his friend ribbit (the character that we saw on the door in ep5) and couldn't get to open the door. imagine you couldn't help the only person who truly cared for you in this forsaken cirsus. imagine knowing that they're getting abstracted on the other side of the door and you can't do anything about it.

build his walls up high, if you were to break them to see the true him it'd take a while. he hides his insecurities and problems behind his obnoxious personality, yet deep down he wants to be heard. he wants to be comforted but he wouldn't take the comfort well, generally would be really awkward about it.

despises crying in front of anyone, despises voicing his needs, despises talking about his past life in a serious manner, despites being ignored even though everyone is telling each other to just "ignore him".

canonically he's the youngest in the cirsus; he's twenty-two (22) so theoretically he had it the worst as he had the whole life ahead of him just for it to be taken away in the blink of an eye. he could've start his own business, start a family, explore the world and so much more, but again everyone in the cirsus had to experience the shock of the new world, new body, new name and the unfortunate memory loss.

in the real world he'd listen to msi, have black nails and be the type of person to work night shifts. :p

he journals to keep his sanity!! tried to keep track of the days trapped in the cirsus but lost track after a few months. at first he used to journal everyday but he rarely writes anything in it these days, but when it does you bet he'll write out like 3 pages. has a small list of what everyone is startled by and a small list of all of caine's adventures.

he is really expressive, his ears show his emotions really well and he gestures with his hands all the time when he talks, often exaggerating everything. body language can tell you everything!!

him catching feelings for someone in the cirsus would be extremely rare as he really doesn't take the digital world seriously, but it is possible; a really really slow slow burn. now he wouldn't even realize when he caught feelings for you, it just slowly progressed into something more than friends.

I like to think that the moment he realized he had a crush on you is when he was journaling and started writing about you, a lot about you or someone like ragatha or zooble point his obvious different behaviour when it comes to you.

its subtle but it's there: the way his voice slightly softens when talking to you, the way he always soughts to be at your side, the way he's staring at you from across the room, the way his pranks are even more harmless, the way he doesn't actually walk into your room and makes obvious loud noises to signal that he's here; he wouldn't knock though.

jax's love language is quality time and acts of service. he is very observant, he already knows you will need something before you do.

terrible at giving affection, even worse at receiving it. PDA is a no no for him unless he is the one who initiates it. please don't hug him out of the blue in front of the others, poor boy will be so awkward and flushed. HOWEVER he loves giving you suprise kisses, hugging you from behind, silently telling everyone you're his. and he is yours.

A TEASE, talks big but if you tease him back? he might actually explode.

twirling strands of your hair around his fingers, playing with the hem of your clothes, a hand on your waist, on your back is how he expresses his affection and love for you. further into the relationship he'll get more comfortable with bigger acts of affection like hugging and kissing.

actually goes crazy over how you see him, it was the worst in the crushing state. he doesn't want you thinking badly of him, he doesn't want you listening to others how terrible he is. his mood WILL change whenever you're mad at him. he will try to apologize in his own way, acting like its not that big of a deal in front of you knowing damn well he couldn't sleep because of it and sweated his ass off.

wouldn't know how to comfort you if you started crying in front of him or he found you crying in your room or really anywhere in the cirsus. would just look at you first, stare. you'd think that he's judging you but he really doesn't know what to do. after a while he'd just sit next to you and wait for you to open up or tell him to fuck off. he genuinely doesn't want you abstracting, anyone but you.

[nofilterwaterfilter]

also on the voice thing, we all know kris is one of the most autism coded characters to ever exist, but i really do love everything that both routes of chapter four when taken in conjunction told us about kris, being nonverbal, and how that's not painted as a bad thing?

it's pretty common i've seen for silent protagonists to be headcanoned as nonverbal autistic, but i think this is the first time i've seen it be explicitly canon, and also have it be pretty intrinsic to the narrative?

and like no, kris isn't entirely nonverbal, they do speak occasionally. but deltarune in general, and particularly ch4, paints a very strong picture of someone who (at least when they have control over their own voice) does not use words as their primary method of communication

like you can start with quiet people piss me off, or the fact that music is such an important avenue of self expression for them (made all the worse when they're not in control). noelle in ch1 asks if kris is okay when the player asks her the same background/lore questions we can ask everyone, because kris talking this much pings immediately as wrong to her. then there's everything we know about kris as a kid, and how yeah they had a bit of a mean sense of humor, but also pranks and fucking with people was a very good way for them to get attention without having to talk at all

noelle's story of the ferris wheel if you listen to all her and susie's dialogue in dess' room sticks out to me for this, and i really do love that anecdote. noelle mentions she and kris were pushed into riding the ferris wheel together as kids, she didn't really want to be there. and kris didn't say anything the whole time, for the first half they were just looking out the window. but then they decided to jump up and down and shake the entire capsule, and that's when they turned to noelle and smiled. susie goes "is that good or bad?" in response to that story and noelle says she doesn't know, but it's one of the things that gets kris' attention! and whether you believe that they were doing it to freak noelle out or because they also thought this was dumb and wanted to make it more fun for both of them (noelle isn't sure which it was either), that is how they communicate!

and when they do use words. this is the bit that makes me most emotional - noelle in weird route describes kris' voice as deadpan and mumbly. they don't like being loud, they don't talk very often, and they really struggle with inflection. all things that are normally criticisms when directed at autistic people, they're stuff autism moms use to justify their "i know my real child is in there somewhere" bullshit. but when noelle hears it again from soulless kris for the first time since the soul stuff started, she starts crying over how much she's missed hearing them talk. the soul (as we know from a variety of susie and noelle conversations) is louder, more charismatic, more confident and articulate, and it's not kris. so all those traits that are normally things autistic people get told to be more, are explicitly condemned by the narrative

and that's what makes kris being largely nonverbal such an excellent additional dimension to their story. because everything the soul does, at least in the normal routes, pretty much aligns with how people are expected to behave? kris under our control has a great social life, has friends, is likeable, isn't weird and hard to understand. and a crueler person, the kind autistic people have to deal with far too often, would say "well it's good we gave them a voice, they're not using theirs anyway"

but that's what makes it evil! it doesn't matter if kris is the kind of autistic that everyone hates, if there are things about them that don't fit in with society but that they either can't or don't want to change. their life and their voice, as infrequently heard as it is, is still theirs. and they deserve the freedom to use it however they want to

[chromecore]

⊹˚݁₊⚝ִ˖ִ ݁ introducing vivienne ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

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hello! :3 i plan to update this post regularly as i figure out more about her. i have a lot of brain worms rn and i definitely want to disect her some more but first i need to form coherent thoughts. for now, i've just re-typed and slightly expanded on everything above in case it's difficult to read for some. under the cut :)

Name: Vivienne [???] Alias: V, Viv, Vivi DOB: April 10, 2049 Sex: Female, she/her Height: 178cm, 5'8" Place of Birth: [Somewhere in] Night City Affiliation: Afterlife Mercs Sexuality: Bisexual Ethnicity/Nationality: Mixed [???] American Vehicle: ARCH Nazaré "Racer" Weapons: Katanas, throwing knives, silenced pistols Cyberware: Kiroshi "Sentry" Optics, Militech "Apogee," Mantis Blades

notes

Vivienne knows nothing about her birth parents- just that her mother was a joytoy that fell victim to some Tyger Claw goon, in more ways than one. She vaguely remembers being a child and being dragged from motel room to motel room by her mom. The memories of her mom are fuzzy, fading with age- but the memory of finding her body in a motel in Watson never really fades.

She stays in the Watson area after her mom is murdered, not that she has much of a choice. Viv stole a lot to get by as a child, pick-pocketing civilians and nabbing goods from food stands when vendors had their backs turned. She learns to defend herself through trial and error. Sometimes she wasn't as sneaky as she thought.

Vivienne has a preference for katanas as they were the first weapons she actually learns to wield. Her first blade was a souvenir from the first Claw she ever flat-lined. It's worth next to nothing but it's a prized possession.

She spends most of her life on the streets until she meets Jackie at 17, shortly after he leaves the Valentinos. [trust me this will be expanded on it hurts to think about now. they were friends for almost ten years before the heist, a bit longer than canon street kid v. they were also more than friends at some point.]

Vivienne and Jackie decide to start working together after they decide they're better off as friends. Jackie is under the impression that the idea to be friends is mutual (spoiler alert: it was not). He's just too important to her for those feelings to get in the way. She gets over it eventually. It just takes two years.

That being said, she's definitely not crazy about the idea of that shit happening again, so she becomes pretty closed off afterwards. She hooks up with mercs here and there, and although one in particular catches her eye, she often reminds herself that there are no good endings in Night City. [ehehehehe]

She loses herself in merc work after Jackie's passing, avoiding any real, meaningful relationships until she meets Panam. Her and the Aldecados help Viv realize (again) that she doesn’t have to do everything alone. [will be getting into this in the future also :3]

She's a huuuuge stoner. Prefers rolling up and keeping them in Evelyn's cigarette case for convenience. After the heist, she rolls up with tobacco leaves to shut Johnny the hell up. He bitches about it not being the same but she knows he loves the high. ("you're also less of a bitch when you're high." "i'm gonna kill us both if you don't shut up.") Post-chip, she does it to remember him.

if you go to the end thank you! <3 i will update this soon with more information on her past and her developing relationships. this is all i had time for this weekend! qwq

[glitradora]

I actually think the scene between Aaron and Rob is a really intresting study of their characters as they stand right now vs how they see the other

Aaron is taking everything Robert says as a possible plot. He's thinking of Robert as the man who would say anything to get what he wants ('you're using my sister to pleed your case' 'don't use this (shared prison trauma) to worm your way back in')

While Robert is being his most open and vunerable self. When he tells Aaron that it would be great to have someone to talk to he is saying 100% what he feels. Robert has 2 people in his life right now, Aaron and Vic, and he told both of them the same thing. He is not hiding that prison was hard for him nor that he is strugling.

This is the most open we have seen Robert be with his own emotions. Both to himself and others. Robert and the writers are aknowlaging his 2018-2019 growth. It's simply that every other character hasn't seen him for 6 years and in the mean time has been telling themselves this version of Robert before Aaron (scheeming, manipulative, liar, selfish, bad) is the real one.

They all atribuite the hurt his actions caused (cuting everyone off when he was send to the Isle of Wright) not has him picking their own happiness above his own but just him once again looking out for number one.

Aaron AND Victoria both had to tell themselves that in order to move on. Vic less so that Aaron because she would always be his sister. Which is why its easier for her to believe the Robert that came back. But Aaron got left in a state of limbo and let his own head win out that he's so undesirable that Robert would rather be alone in prison than with him.

[liedownquisition]

If you think that Batman being a good guy means he can't be a fascist, congratulations! You are fully ready to uncritically read any propaganda and convert to the whims of it because the whole point of propaganda is to present the fascists as good guys! Like... that's the whole thing about propaganda, you're supposed to root for the guys they want you to root for and be against the people they want you to turn against. That means presenting them with universally admirable qualities and then using them to prop up fascist institutions.

US Cops are part of an inherently fascist structure. I didn't think this was in question at this point. Bruce has multiple instances and discussions throughout his history including and especially relevantly in Jason's time as Robin where he discusses that they have to operate within a limited framework alongside The Law.

And Jason's ideology is EXPLICITLY to Be a Better Batman.

So it's really just a more extreme version of the EXACT same ideology. Jason in UtH, and continuing into OYL was a crimelord, possibly only ended by BftC (it's a little vague/goes unmentioned that he ever did). meaning he's not JUST getting rid of other gangsters/mobsters, he's Replacing Them. He was really explicitly taking over Black Mask's territory and taking his people, and then once he hit whatever threshold he was eliminating the competition. ->And yeah there is a difference between a shattered leg and murder, sure. Once the medical debt racks up I think the former might be a slower, more agonizing death and condemn you to always continue being a criminal because no one's going to hire you with a rap sheet and a bum leg.

And if you want to criticize Jason for that, you have to acknowledge that Batman also has a crime lord persona: Matches Malone. Which he has explicitly for the purpose of taking it over. (Add War Games to your collection if you don't understand what I'm talking about. Which, wow, that happened RIGHT BEFORE UtH, what a strange coincidence.)

Anyways, the Joker confrontation was for Jason's self-interest, yeah he pretty much says that, but everything else? Nah. He doesn't have to do the crime lord thing to set that up. That's about Being Batman.

Re: Bruce getting punished: His broken back has not had long-term consequences. His venom addiction did not have long term consequences. Outside of those runs, they might as well have not happened most of the time. Bruce losing girlfriends who only existed in one or two runs explicitly for the purpose of being lost is not a long term consequence esp since they're rarely discussed outside of those runs. Breaking up with girlfriends like, say, Catwoman, who only got back with him for one or two arcs for the purpose of dumping him again isn't really a long-term consequence so much as a continuation of their dynamic. Dick always comes back. Tim comes back. Alfred came back until they finally killed him off but they made that DAMIAN'S consequence and not Bruce's. Cass comes back. Damian comes back. These consequences are always reverted back into the status quo. The only real long-term consequence Bruce has is... Jason, actually. And that in-canon rapidly got shifted by the narrative to being Jason's fault. And even Jason coming back never really shifted the status quo back to normal, because he doesn't fit in it.

Also Kori was not just a sexy goldfish you just haven't read anything but maybe the first handful of issues. <3 I'd say that's fair because it's not a good comic, but I have a firm stance in not letting people pretend to be experts in comics they aren't reading. I'm the annoying person who is going to point out that the characters do actually have a lot more in RHATO than most people usually say, even if it's not within the realms of what I would call a "good" comic. She struggled with the personal dilemma of getting sucked back to her planet and wanting to save them, but not wanting to stay because she hadn't forgiven the circumstances of being effectively sold into slavery to save them (which didn't work anyways), as well as facing down one of her former slavers. A more accurate description is "sexy worf" since her role throughout the comic was largely to be the team's badass and show when things are Serious Business by having her lose.

And frankly, it's so funny seeing everyone modernly call Jason "DC's Punisher" because for the most part no one thought that like... in those years between his re-intro to Flashpoint. You know who DID get called that? Roy. Roy got called DC's Punisher and was a much closer allegory because former gov't agent->murderous vigilante because of his daughter beign killed is a much closer comparison to former Cop->murderous vigilante because of his family being killed. -Roy really wasn't groveling at Jason's feet, either btw. And the Outlaws... did not resemble the Titans? Unless you mean that any team with a number of former Titans on it basically "resembles the Titans." In which case would include Outsiders, some versions of the JLA, and more. --> actually speaking of the Outsiders, a lot of people wondered if THAT was the comparison they were trying to make since "Batman and the Outsiders" is a much more similar title. After all, Roy did have a team on Outsiders with Kori, and Jason did show up briefly in that run (though Kori had left the team by then). --->I'm pretty sure literally everyone was dumbed down in n52 btw. Outlaws and other titles as well. If there were titled that didn't feel kind of like an insult to long-time fans in the early days of that era, they weren't one I found to read.

You weren't blaming Editorial for Roy & Kori, really. You blame Jason as a character for Roy and Kori as if he wasn't gutted and hanged on display in an ill-fitting parody of himself just as badly as the other two. Worse, actually, because Kori doesn't have long-term consequences from that. And Roy? Roy's problems didn't start here, they started in Titans '08 when they started retconning a less-sympathetic version of his addiction into his background, In Rise of Arsenal and Titans for Hire when they continued to present him with a horribly prejudiced version of his addiction that they could "blame" him for, and whenever it was that they decided to kill his fucking daughter off in Cry for Justice in the first place.

As for that page, your answer is right there:

He doesn't tell Bruce to kill Joker, he tells Bruce that he is going to kill Joker and Bruce just needs to stand there and let it happen. His alternative is to kill Jason.

Like, this isn't even being media illiterate, this is refusing to read the words on the page in the orders they are in and understand them on the literal most surface surface level.

"I AM GOING TO KILL HIM." "YOU WILL HAVE TO KILL ME" <- do you see why your reading is not only subtextually incorrect, but explicily IN-TEXTUALLY incorrect?

To be honest I think that a lot of people who share the anti Jason Todd sentiment don't even actually hate Jason. I think a lot of them hate what he forces the narrative to do.

Jason forces the subversion of the hero genre -- he's the single, most extreme proof that Batman's hero fantasy wouldn't be effective in real life, and therefore Jason showing up can take you out of the universe really fast really hard. A lot of people are here for what comics are meant to offer, the one man hero fantasy that makes you Feel Good, and Jason showing up doesn't Allow you to enjoy it! And if that's the case, you're completely justified in not liking Jason, he takes you out of the thing you enjoy.

I think a lot of you don't actually find his personality or acts annoying in of themselves, you just hate what those actions do to the genre itself. And I think once you realize that and start looking at comics like actual pieces of literature, Jason and shitty comics both will become a lot less rage inducing to you.

[itoshiabi]

Someday write about escaping reality.

I really couldn't control myself from writing hahaha... It felt so good, I really needed to write something like this!

I want to escape reality too... Just to reach Rin!

Escaping Reality just to reach you (ft. Rin)

The room is quiet.

Your phone buzzes somewhere in the blankets, the world outside hums with real life—but you don't hear it.

You're tired. Not the kind of tired sleep fixes.

The kind where even existing feels too loud.

So you close your eyes.

Just for a minute.

And you wake up somewhere else......

Not in your room.....

Not in your world.....

➽──────────────❥

The air is warm, the sky a soft watercolor wash of pink and gold. Wind blows through open fields. You hear laughter in the distance—light, easy.

You're barefoot.

Your hands are clean. Your chest doesn't feel heavy anymore.

You walk.

And soon, you see them.

Barou, standing in front of a food truck, arguing with the vendor over which protein bowl is superior.

Isagi, sitting on the grass with a tactical notebook, head tilted, brows furrowed. He glances up and waves when he sees you, his grin boyish and familiar.

Shidou is there too, hanging upside down from a jungle gym he clearly should've outgrown, yelling something obnoxious at Nagi, who's lying flat on a bench with a popsicle melting in his hand.

And then—

You feel it before you see it.

That shift in the air.

You turn.

And he's there.

Rin.

Standing beneath a tree that sways with the breeze, hands in his pockets, a soft look in his eyes that you've never seen in the anime. Not really. Not this tender. Not this open.

You move toward him. Your footsteps are light here.

He doesn't speak when you reach him.

He just pulls you into a quiet hug. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. Like you belong there—in his arms, in this place, in the version of reality that doesn't ask you to break yourself to fit in.

You rest your forehead against his chest.

No pressure. No weight. Just peace.

This can't be real, a voice whispers in the back of your mind.

But it feels real.

God, it feels real.

Rin presses his lips to the top of your head. You look up, just enough to meet his gaze.

"You found your way here," he murmurs.

You nod. "I didn't think I would."

He cups your cheek gently. "You'll always do."

You want to stay. Just five more minutes.

You reach for his lips and suddenly-

You wake up.

The room is cold again.

Your phone buzzes beside you.

There's a stain of dried tears on your pillow.

You sit up slowly.

The ache is back.

But now there's something else too.

A lingering warmth in your chest.

The echo of his voice.

Of their laughter.

Of what it felt like… to belong.

You whisper, barely audible:

"I want to go back."

But for now, all you can do is write about it.

Because sometimes, escaping reality isn't about running away.

Sometimes, it's just a place your heart builds for you when it needs to breathe.

[crimsonprose]

finally going to delve deeper into why I think Nat and Travis swapped (traditional) gender roles in the wilderness. but, before I do, you might want to check out this post from @campymonkey and/or this post I just made this morning, because both are relevant.

as campymonkey already pointed out, Travis starts out the series as having serious toxic masculinity problems. but Nat challenges that again and again (bless her heart), and most famously when he asks for her body count and she's like "really dude??"

but the real first shift I see between them happens when he can't get the ring off his dad's finger, and she steps in and does it for him. it's kind of a precursor to the gender binary flipping between them.

and then there's doomcoming...

note that this is the last time we see Nat in a dress until aduthood.

(sidenote: much has been said lately about the SA attempt on Travis, but I really don't want to stir that back up, and I hope anyone reading can put that aside enough to focus on the theme of this post instead)

having put that disclaimer in... if there was ever a "damsel in distress" in Yellowjackets, it was Travis during doomcoming, and if there was ever a "knight in shining armor", it was Nat, who came to his rescue that night.

and THAT MOMENT, for me, is when the official shift began.

but to Trav's credit, he didn't ultimately act like he felt emasculated by it (like a lot of other dudes in the 90s, or even today, probably would have). instead, he seemed to embrace his new, more feminine role and accepted Nat's new, more masculine role with grace and dignity. in fact, he even seemed happy for her when she got crowned queen (or in this case should we be saying "king"? cause... let's be fr).

and by S3, this is how we see Travis...

hanging out with the girls, gossiping... like one of the girls.

but, if you read my earlier post from this morning, I talked about how I think Nat is eternally trapped in a "liminal space" (she can't accept Lottie's religion, which is partially-- key word partially-- why she can't forgive herself for what they did out there). and I think Travis ultimately got trapped in a liminal space too, and this too has to do with Lottie.

let's recall (please, without villainizing Lottie, because this is a character analysis post that acknowledges the moral grayness of this show in general) that Lottie pretty much tortured him with shrooms in order to try to get him to hear the wilderness... and this ultimately led to him pushing her away and even trying to kill her.

(btw, her calm expression here still kills me)

is this me saying I think Lottie could have "fixed" either of them, if only they hadn't pushed her away? NO. absolutely not.

I think Van actually said one of the most profound things in S3 when she told Tai, "This place it messy. It doesn't want to be governed." and I will expand on that by saying that I also think Lottie represents the wilderness itself. she too is "messy." she too becomes ungovernable.

both Lottie and the wilderness represent the chaos of nature. it gives and it takes. one day it gives you hurricanes and wildfires (destruction), and the next day the skies clear or the rain comes, and suddenly everything is good again (rebirth/ renewal).

Lottie is obsessed with "giving the wilderness what it wants." and her tragedy is that she can't. because it doesn't "want" anything. it just exists in an ungovernable way, and we are all at it's mercy.

but... because of all her ties to the wilderness and nature, Lottie also represents the divine feminine. for the Greeks, this would have been represented through Gaia (primordial goddess of the Earth), Demeter (goddess of agriculture and harvest), and Artemis (goddess of the wild and untamed aspects of nature, including *cough, cough*, the hunt).

which makes her connections to both Travis (who becomes more feminine, like her) and Nat (who becomes the hunter, and more masculine) all the more interesting. Travis becomes closer to Lottie at first, but ultimately pushes her away; while Nat pushes her away as soon as she begins to act strangely, and yet she and Lottie seem intrinsically tied in a way that Nat can't escape (which is evident in S2 when they meet again as adults).

it makes me wonder what will still happen in the wilderness between these three before they get rescued in S4.

I don't necessarily think it will be sexual (nor do I want it to be), but I do see the triangle between them as something that will hopefully be developed further before the show ends, because as far as literary analysis goes... it's a fucking goldmine.

[writingdevil]

u know i gotta req a hero x reader fic <33333 lemme smooch that bird PLEASE...

if not then it is my HUMBLE duty as ceo of quiet knight to ask for a sequel to ur tlq x hero fic... thank u soldier ur AMAZING!!!!!!

(I should be saying that YOU'RE amazing because of how good your art is and how my work inspired you to make an AMAZING animatic!! I picked to do a sequel of quiet knight, because an x reader is not really something I do, so sorry about that! Either way, people really liked the first heroquiet one, so hopefully you'll like this one too- enjoy!)

Part One

The dreams kept coming, and Hero still didn't know peace.

Sometimes he craved them, sometimes he hated them.

It made it hard to focus throughout the day and the lead up to sleeping, because his thoughts would all be consumed with him, and whether or not his brain would torture Hero again.

The worst part was always the pounding in his heart whenever he woke up from those dreams, and the fact that the Long Quiet still had that affect on him.

His eyes burned as he stared up at the ceiling shrouded in darkness, begging his body to stay awake for a little while longer.

But as if something in the universe could sense that, he felt himself slowly nodding off, letting himself be a puppet of his own lovesick desires.

When he opened his eyes again, he was staring up at a starry sky, feeling grass against his back and wings.

He wasn't too surprised. Sometimes his dreams changed, but not by a lot. Sometimes he'd be sitting in the palm of Quiet's hand, sometimes they were both standing at normal height in a void.

He sighed, taking a moment to enjoy the pretty scenery this dream had graced him with, before he heard a rustle to the left of him.

He turned his head- and there he was.

Even when they were both at their regular height, Quiet still towered over him, his large figure and wings making it look like there was a black hole in the field.

Quiet was already looking at him, a patient and eager smile on his face, but it immediately dimmed once he saw the blank expression on Hero's face.

"What's wrong, my Hero?" Quiet asked, brows pinching in concern, and Hero sighed tiredly, before looking up at the stars again.

"If you keep appearing in my dreams like this, I'll start to think you're a voice in my head, eventually."

Quiet chuckled, which hadn't been Hero's intention, but the sound still made his heart swell with joy, even against his better judgement.

Quiet shuffled closer to him, until the feathers on their arms were brushing. He felt Quiet lean down closer to him and said, "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"

Hero couldn't help but smile, admittedly feeling at peace while stargazing. "Yeah, it is very pretty."

"Don't worry." But then Hero felt a hand underneath his chin, guiding his head to look back at Quiet, at the pure love in his eyes as he said, "You're still the most beautiful bird around."

Hero's breath hitched, and to deal with the rising heat in his cheeks and his complicated feelings, Hero quickly freed himself of Quiet's grasp by twisting his head to look back at the sky, trying to get his heart under control.

Quiet chuckled at his embarrassment, which wasn't helping Hero at all. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and Hero tried his best to ignore the huge presence at his side, but that was a hopeless task, especially when his mind kept going back to Quiet.

The warmth of his body. The sound of his voice. The twinkle in his eyes whenever Hero looked at him.

It was all so much to deal with, and the dream made it seem so real.

Hero was so lost in thought, that he jumped in surprise at feeling Quiet gently intertwining their hands.

Hero looked up at him, only to find Quiet gazing down at him with pure adoration in his eyes. He gulped nervously, making Quiet chuckle, and the sound sent a rush of warmth through him.

Quiet's eyes dragged up and down Hero's body in a playful manner, and then he said, "You know your feathers are all puffed up. It's cute."

Hero immediately raked his fingers across his body, desperately trying to get rid of the evidence of how badly Quiet was affecting him.

Quiet giggled at his attempts, and Hero sent him an empty glare and said, "You know, this wouldn't be happening to me if my brain wasn't so sadistic."

Quiet's laughter stopped almost instantly, and he gazed at Hero with confused concern.

"Are you not enjoying yourself, my Hero?" Quiet asked in a soft voice, and Hero sighed and rested his head against the grass. "How can I enjoy seeing what I can't have anymore? These are all just fantasies that'll never happen."

Quiet was- well, quiet, for the next few minutes, and Hero tried to ignore how the feel of the other's gaze kept making his heart flutter.

Then, Quiet slid even further towards Hero, and Hero's breath hitched at the proximity.

"What makes you think these moments are any less real?"

"Because," Hero replied, trying his hardest not to cry, glaring up at the sky, "it hurts knowing that this is just something I want you to feel. You're not actually the Long Quiet, and you don't actually feel this way about me."

He felt a hand cup his face, and he was powerless to resist as Quiet turned his head to face him. There was something dangerously warm in his eyes as he whispered, "How do you know I don't also feel this way?"

"Because- Because you're a God, and I was just a voice in your head. You couldn't possibly have feelings for me."

"But what if I did?"

Hero's head shot up, but there was nothing funny about the way Quiet was looking at him. He was giving Hero such an earnest look that he found it hard to look away from. "What would you want me to do if I really loved you?"

Hero shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't. It'll only make waking up and the reality of everything that much more painful. He should have some self respect and say no.

But on the other hand, if these dreams were all Hero could get with Quiet, then he might as well be greedy and make the most of it-

-and Hero's always been terrible at saying no to Quiet.

"You'd hold me- close," Hero whispered, lowering his head sheepishly, and he let a little squeak at how fast and how tight Quiet held him, pressing Hero's body to his chest with his arms wrapped around him.

Hero instinctively fluttered his eyes closed, sighing deeply at how nice the embrace felt. When Quiet rubbed a hand between the gap of his wings, he almost whimpered.

It felt so nice. It felt so good.

"Kiss me," Hero desperately demanded, tilting his head up to Quiet. "You'd kiss me like you loved me."

Quiet grabbed the back of Hero's head, and all Hero saw was a hint of starvation in Quiet's eyes, before their lips met.

This time, Hero did whimper, bordering on a sob as he wrapped his arms around Quiet's neck, gasping as he tried to push his body into Quiet's larger one, and Quiet's hands were so warm and intense as they clutched and pulled at Hero.

They kissed with a primal hunger, as if the thought of separating terrified them- at least for Hero, it did.

The kiss was so intense that it made Hero's head spin, and he moaned at how soft and sweet it felt to finally kiss Quiet, at least in his dreams.

Hero's lungs burned, but he didn't want this moment to end, but Quiet pulled away for only a second, rolling on top of Hero, pressing quick, overwhelming kisses to his lips, whispering inbetween the kisses, "I love you, I love you, I love you so much."

Tears pricked the corner of Hero's eyes, but he didn't care.

He'd take this. He'd take any opportunity his dreams gave him to take what he never got before. It didn't matter if this was real or not, so long as Quiet kept kissing him with enough force to make him believe that he was in love with Hero.

[pipedreamprayer]

I wonder if what would warm them up to him eventually (once the ex starts being removed from their relationship status) is Huvo being able to draw out sides of Lycaon he normally keeps tucked behind his butler face. It's not exactly a mask, it's built from too much of his real personality as he's grown into it, but he absolutely uses the decorum and poise expected of him to cover up when he's off-balance about anything, as well as seems to assume he needs to be some level of that stoic all the time because of people's expectations.

Hugo doesn't have those expectations and between the flashbacks showing us players a very different Lycaon and the way Hugo can and will still get under Lycaons skin throughout the scenes we see them together in the present, I can't stop picturing the VHK girls getting to see Lycaon sassing back at Hugo, or getting flustered in a way he can't seem to hide behind poise, or acting more youthful, God, imagine them getting to see him playing along with some of Hugo's theatric! And even if he doesn't tolerate much bullshit like in that flashback where he kicks over the chair, can you imagine present day Lycaon doing that? Not easily, because he's always trying to present himself as the perfect butler to everyone, but we have in our minds that the person he is now grew up from that person so it feels less impossible to us than to those who never knew him back then like the girls.

MAYBE Rina saw at least some of that youth when he first joined but he seemed to have been dead serious about making the most of this second chance as possible so probably not much. It would be bizarre for all of the other members of VHK to see him choose to be improper, to see this person they've just met who knows those other parts of Lycaon they didn't know existed able to tease them out like he's digging for buried treasure and, in his own way, clearly valuing every scrap he finds.

Not to day I don't think Hugo doesn't value Lycaons main face too, that's the one he was relying on understanding the code and all. I just think that that dynamic they used to have had a lot of messing around like we see in those flashbacks, they were scrappy and sassy and messed around, and Hugo never post that part of himself that loved to do that while Lycaon, who had always been less of the instigator of those moments, tried to reinvent himself as someone who's always serious to some extent. Hugo would be the key to unlocking that, he's literally the only person who knows it, and more importantly would want to because they're now figuring out the new version of that old dynamic and how their new selves fit into it. It would be awkward and difficult for both of them except for those moments where Hugo digs past the poise and dignity and finds the parts of Lycaon who also want to taste their old dynamic again and they get to forget about their new differences and ill-fitting pieces and probably a lot about their present day worries too, and just feel like they never parted for a moment while having some fun.

That, I think, would be the thing to really start to change the girls minds on Hugo and what he can bring to Lycaon's life that nonodh else can, and from there they could understand more of how their present day relationship is shaking out, how much they both value the other in so many ways and will never stop caring about the others wellbeing even through the worst break up in history so they're not stopping now they've talked that break uo through. They might still wish that the person their beloved Lycaon was seemingly forever entangled with was a bit less of a little shit, a bit less arrogant, a bit less or more anything, but they'd get sooner or later that theres nobody else who CAN mean to these two what they mean to each other

Working on that crown wolf/Lycaon x Hugo vlad stuff for you now (ngl I’ve been wanting an excuse to make stuff about them so I’m prolly doing several doodles and a oneshot fic) BUT IT MADE ME THINK ABOUT WHAT THE REST OF VICTORIA HOUSEKEEPING WOULD THINK OF HUGO. So here’s my take:

Ellen 100% judges tf out of him. She’s like “Lycaon you can do better”. She just shit talks to Hugo Vlad to his face. Meets him and is like “oh your my dads-I mean Lycaon’s weird twink ex husband-okay. I guess i expected more.” JUST SO DRY AND RUTEHLESS IN HER TAKE DOWNS OF HUGO.

I think Corin tries to be nice but gets very awkward very quickly. She ends up nervously not talking much and accidentally gives Hugo the impression he fucked up trying to introduce himself.

Rina idk tbh. I could see her being chill and nice or somewhat like annoyed with him. It kinda depends on the context for me they meet tbh.

But yeah I love Victoria housekeeping, they’re my favorite faction. Any thoughts on a potential “the others meet Hugo” scenario?

Ah-ha!! I am glad that I gave you the excuse, I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with!

Love your take, honestly. Ellen would 100% do that. And I think Rina would just hate his guts from the get-go, ahahaha. She'd of course only tease him in the most passive-agressive way, while staying civil, but yeah. I don't know. Although I believe she might not know the details of Lycaon's past and his break up with Hugo (as Lycaon doesn't strike me as someone who would share a lot about himself), she would probably have a very strong gut feeling about how things went down and therefore consider Hugo an enemy of the state (at least until proven otherwise)

And with Corin… I think Corin would actually somewhat like him. She'd probably just think that he's an elegant and charming guy, if a little weird. And if Lycaon used to like him, he can't be such a bad guy, right? But yeah, as you said, it is very likely that she would make things awkward with her anxiety

If I had to guess where they'd meet… I'd say some sort of official banquet or a gala. Where Victoria Housekeeping is working for one of their rich clients and Hugo is mingling while trying to spy on his potential new targets. And Lycaon just so happens to be elsewhere on another important mission.

I wouldn't be very surprised if Hugo was actually the one to approach Victoria Housekeeping first, out of curiosity what Lycaon's new coworkers are like...... then regret it, hahaha

[badkitty3000]

Anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your vivienne and five series of one shots ❤️❤️❤️ I’ve recently re-reading the Sexual Awakening of Five Hargreeves for probably the 7th time (not counting after the second), and the teasing at the end kind of give me an idea. What if Vivienne met up with Five’s former flings, those who are still available like maybe Lacey or Gina?

So, based on this Ask, I have written yet another Five/Vivian one shot! (my apologies/you're welcome). This one focuses on Five running into an old flame, Gina, who is featured in my long fic The Sexual Awakenings of Mr. Number Five Hargreeves. You don't need to read that one prior to this, though, but if you are interested, there's the link.

Thank you again, Anon! I enjoyed thinking about how Five would react to meeting Gina again, and how it would affect Viv, too. Enjoy! ❤️

A Ghost From The Past

Five Hargreeves x Female OC, 8.8k words, one-shot

Summary: A chance meeting with a past lover leaves Five with feelings of guilt and shame. As always, Viv is there to help him navigate them and remind him of the man he really is.

Warnings: Explicit sex, bondage, rough sex, oral sex, a dash of Daddy kink, a sprinkle of praise kink

“Thanks, Fivey, you’re a real life saver,” Klaus said, slapping his hand on Five’s back.

“Don’t mention it,” Five muttered under his breath.

“It’s no problem at all, Klaus. We’re happy to do it,” Viv said, looking pointedly at Five.

The three of them sat on one side of a large desk in a small office inside the City Bank. Five leaned back, one leg crossed over the other as he checked his watch. He sighed loudly.

“Where is this lady? What’s the point of making an appointment if you just have to wait?” Five grumbled.

“It’s only been a few minutes,” Viv pointed out. She patted Five’s knee. “This won’t even take that long. We’ll be in and out before you know it.”

“That’s what he said,” Klaus said with a giggle and Vivian joined him. Five remained sullen.

“Tell me again why you need to buy a car and have us co-sign your loan, Klaus?” Five asked with clear irritation. “What’s wrong with public transportation?”

“Well, my dear brother, not everyone is blessed with your handy mode of instant travel at their disposal. Most of us are forced to use the bus or train, and let me tell you… it’s not as great as it’s cracked up to be. Do you know how many times I have had my good shoes vomited on, or sat in gum or some other mystery substance? More than I can count.”

“How high can you count, out of curiosity?”

Klaus flapped a dismissive hand in Five’s direction. “Having a car would really help me out. And since there’s that pesky thing with needing “good credit” and “a stable income”, that’s where you and Viv come in. You’re my sugar parents!”

Viv laughed again and Five ground his teeth together.

“You know, Klaus, I don’t mind helping you out once in a while, but don’t you think it’s a little sad that you’re over forty and can’t even get your own bank loan to buy a car?”

Klaus thought for a minute and shook his head. “No, not really.”

“And why are we the lucky ones? Why didn’t you ask any of the other morons to help you out? Luther’s usually a sucker.”

Klaus nodded. “Yeah, I did. But Sloane nixed that. Something about me defaulting on the VW van I bought a couple years ago. I don’t know… I think she was overreacting.”

Viv jumped in before Five could add another snarky remark. “Well, this time there won’t be any defaulting and you’ll make monthly payments on time, right Klaus?”

“What?” Klaus asked, raising his head from where he had been concentrating on spinning a glass paperweight on the desk in front of them. “Oh… yeah, yeah. Monthly payments. You got it.”

“Vivie… “ Five started, his voice full of warning.

“Honey, don’t worry,” she said, patting his leg again. “Klaus is trustworthy.”

“Totally!” Klaus added cheerfully.

At that moment, the growing tension was broken by an attractive woman in a smart skirt and blazer bustling in behind them and taking her seat behind the desk. She was on the shorter side with blonde hair, not unlike Vivian’s. Although this woman was curvier and she wore her hair in a twisted knot at the back of her neck.

“I am so sorry I am late,” she gushed. She picked up a folder from her desk and flipped it open, glancing down. “Mr. and Mrs….” she frowned. She clearly had not known their names before opening the file. “Hargreeves?”

Viv smiled and extended her hand. She was used to people recognizing the Hargreeves name. Five and Klaus were still semi-famous from their time as child superheroes. Viv just happened to have adopted the well-known surname through marriage.

“Nice to meet you,” she said to the woman behind the desk.

Oddly, the woman only returned the handshake half-heartedly, still staring down at the folder like she was distracted or in deep thought. Then she looked up and dropped Viv’s hand.

“Five?” she asked.

Five blinked a few times like he was trying to place her but couldn’t. He figured she was just some weird fan that grew up following the Umbrella Academy. He hadn’t been around that long, so most of the time people didn’t recognize him. But occasionally he met someone that claimed he was their favorite.

“That’s right,” he answered, non-committedly.

“Hi, I’m Klaus… Number Four?” Klaus said, standing up and holding out his hand. It was clear he was going to try and play up the Umbrella Academy angle in case that got him some favors from the bank. “I’m the ghost one.”

The woman barely acknowledged him. She just kept staring at Five. Finally, she seemed to snap out of it and she managed a small smile.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked Five.

Five looked at Viv and then Klaus before shaking his head. “No, I’m sorry. You do look familiar, though. We’ve met before?”

The woman gave a small, indignant laugh. “We have. Not surprised you don’t remember, though.” She gestured to the nameplate displayed in the middle of the desk. The one Five had failed to notice during his wait. Once it was pointed out to him and it registered with his brain, he turned white as a sheet.

“Gina?” he said quietly.

“Yeah… small world, huh?” she answered, before sitting down in her chair and laying her palms on the desk in front of her.

“It’s, uh… it’s been a while,” Five stammered.

Viv stared at him in total confusion. She had never seen Five this uncomfortable before. He almost looked scared. Who was this woman?

“You two know each other?” she asked.

Gina smiled in a way Viv wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret. It was almost sincere but there was something off about it.

“Yes, we do,” Gina answered. “We dated a while back.”

Five sat up, rubbing his palms over his thighs in agitation. “Like two dates,” he said to Viv.

Vivian smiled politely, since she wasn’t really sure what else to do. She didn’t care that Five had dated this woman in the past. But the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. There was obviously a story here.

“Well, nice to meet you, Gina. I’m Five’s wife, Vivian.”

She thought she detected a tiny snorting noise from Gina, but she couldn’t be sure. She just received another awkward, tight-lipped smile and then Gina cleared her throat.

“Right, well. Shall we get down to business then? I see you’re here to co-sign on a loan for one Klaus Hargreeves.” She looked at Klaus. “Oh, right… Klaus. I remember you. Two creams, three sugars, right?”

Klaus, who had been observing the whole exchange between Five and Gina with a slightly bemused expression suddenly perked up and he sat up straight. “Oh, holy shit! You’re that Gina! The coffee girl!”

Gina bristled a little. “Barista, actually. And that was when I was working through grad school. I’m a finance director now. In fact, I don’t normally do loan applications, but my co-worker is out sick today.”

“Right, right, of course,” Klaus said. Then his eyes widened and he looked from Five back to Gina, as the light bulb went off and he suddenly remembered their shared history. “Oh… Oh.” He nudged Five with his elbow. “Sorry, Fivey.”

“Jesus,” Five muttered. He looked like he was ready to blink out of his chair.

“Is everything alright?” Viv asked. “Are we able to get this taken care of?”

“Oh yes,” Gina assured her. Then she straightened herself up and started clacking on her computer keyboard. “It shouldn’t take long. Just a few documents to sign and I’ll have you on your way.”

“Great, thank you,” Viv said.

There was more awkward silence and Five fidgeted in his chair. Viv still couldn’t believe how he was acting. He was so unlike his normal confident self. She tried to put a reassuring hand on his knee but he didn’t even acknowledge her, so she took it away.

After another minute, Gina stood up. “I just have to go get the documents off the printer. Be right back.” Before she got up from her desk, she reached over and adjusted the heavy, glass paperweight that Klaus had moved. She was clearly just straightening her desk, but Five visibly flinched.

When Gina was gone, Viv leaned over. “Five, what’s going on? You’re acting really weird. Are you ok?”

Five shook his head and pulled at his shirt collar like it was choking him. “It’s hot in here, right?”

“Not really,” Viv said.

He loosened the knot in his tie. “Shit, I’m… I don’t know… I’ve gotta, “Five stood up, looking around in a panic, like he was trapped. His hands flexed at his sides. “I gotta get out of here.”

Then he blinked away, leaving Viv and Klaus staring at one another, with Five’s empty seat between them. Klaus grimaced.

“What the hell is going on?” Viv asked him.

“I might know a little bit, but I’ll let Five tell you. Just know he didn’t do anything wrong, even though he might think he did.”

“Why would he think he did something wrong?”

Klaus sighed. “Because it’s Five. One little misstep and he thinks the world is ending.” He paused. “Ok, that’s a bad example. But you know what I mean.”

Viv thought for a moment. “I guess. But I’ve never seen him act like that around another woman before.”

Before Klaus could answer, Gina came walking in. She noticed the empty chair.

“Did Five leave?” she asked, and she seemed almost relieved.

“Yes, he wasn’t feeling well,” Viv answered.

“Oh. Well, that’s too bad.” Viv saw a small smirk on the woman’s lips. “Be sure to tell him it was good to see him again.”

Viv gave a terse nod. “I will.”

After another ten minutes of signing documents and more copies, the loan was complete and Viv and Klaus left the bank. When they walked outside, they saw Five sitting on a bench. He looked deep in thought and didn’t look up until they approached him.

“All set?” he asked, his words clipped.

“Yeah, all done,” Viv told him. “Are you ok?”

Five stood up. “I’m fine. Come on, let’s go.”

He started walking towards the car, with Viv and Klaus trailing behind. They exchanged worried looks, but didn’t say anything.

The drive home was mostly silent, broken only by Klaus trying unsuccessfully to lighten the mood. He was sitting in the front passenger seat while Five drove and Viv sat in the back.

Klaus turned to Five. “This reminds me of our road trip. Remember that, Fivey?”

“How could I forget?” Five mumbled.

Klaus turned around so he was facing Viv. “It was great. Five almost got us killed by driving into oncoming traffic, then I almost got myself killed by pissing off a whole slew of Amish folk, and then there were cows…”

Viv laughed. “I heard all about this. Five told me. I wish I could have been there.”

Klaus frowned. “It’s a good thing you weren’t. You probably would have gone the way of the cows… poof… obliterated. Right, Fivey?”

Five nodded. “Yep.”

Klaus and Viv waited for him to say more, even if it was to insult Klaus, but there was nothing. He just went back to driving, staring straight ahead at the road, and gripping the wheel tightly with both hands.

After they dropped Klaus off with a promise that he would buy a sensible car to drive and not a Scooby Doo style van like he threatened, Viv hopped in the front seat and she and Five drove home.

When they got home and Five was still being quiet and distant, Viv started to worry. Normally if he turned in on himself, she knew the reason. Or at least could guess. This time, she had no idea what was going on. Obviously, it had something to do with that Gina woman.

Five had disappeared somewhere in the house, so Viv left him alone for a little while before finding him sitting at his office desk in the dark.

Viv knocked lightly on the door frame. “Can I come in?”

Five nodded. “Sure.”

Viv walked in and stood next to Five, looking down on him. He gazed up at her, his face impassive and unreadable, which was really freaking her out.

“Five, what’s wrong?” she asked, reached out to brush his hair back.

“It’s nothing,” he said flatly.

With a sigh, Viv forced herself between him and the desk and sat on his lap. She didn’t care if he wanted her to or not, she needed him to pay attention to her. He let her settle into him with her legs to the side and her arm around his shoulder. She looked deeply into his eyes.

“Do you still have feelings for that woman?” she asked.

It wasn’t an accusation and if he did, Viv wouldn’t have cared much. It would be natural for anyone to have lingering feelings over an ex. Although, she did think it was odd she had never heard of Gina before. Especially if she was special to Five. All she ever heard about was his long streak of unhealthy sexual encounters. Until she came along.

“No, of course not,” Five spat out. “I barely even recognized her. And like I said, we went on two dates.”

“Well, sometimes that’s enough to develop feelings.”

Five rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Viv. What are you trying to do? Play armchair therapist? I’m fine. Christ.”

Viv was used to his sharp edges that would resurface when he was stressed. He usually kept them in check around her, but his natural tendencies to get angry as a defense mechanism reared up once in a while.

She tried again. “Klaus said there was some kind of story…”

Five tensed. “Klaus is an idiot that has never met a hallucinogenic he didn’t like. Not exactly the most reliable narrator.”

Viv frowned. “Five, you can’t deny something is bothering you.”

“Yeah, something is bothering me. The fact that I can’t go five minutes in this house without you being up my ass about ‘feelings’ and shit.” Viv blanched, but he was unfazed. “You know, not everything is a puzzle for you to solve. Am I not allowed to be in a bad fucking mood just for the hell of it?”

“Well, yeah but—”

“Fuck! Just get off my back, ok?” he barked, turning his head away so she couldn’t look him in the eyes any longer.

Viv had no response to that, so she slid off his lap, defeated. Normally she was a fighter. She had no problem spitting Five’s venom right back at him with equal force, and he knew that. So, when she didn’t have a reply to his outburst, Five didn’t know what to do.

She gave a tiny, sad smile and nodded. Then she turned around without another word, closing the door behind her.

Five spent the next few hours alone. When he finally emerged, the house was dark and Viv had gone to bed. He felt like shit in more ways than one.

Getting into bed next to her, he didn’t pull her into him like he usually did. But he could tell by her breathing that she wasn’t asleep yet. Five laid on his back, staring up at the patterns of flickering moon light on the ceiling.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed softly into the darkness.

Vivian turned on her side, facing him. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Five hesitated. “No,” he answered honestly.

“Five, you’re really freaking me out here. You have me thinking all kinds of things and I just don’t know… if you just tell me—”

He turned his head to look at her. “I’m sorry, Vivie. I really am.”

“But you’re not going to tell me.”

Five reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She inched in a little closer to him. “I love you, angel. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“I love you, too, Five, but… you’ve got to give me something. Even if it’s not all of it. Please.”

Five swallowed hard. “Look, I don’t have feelings for her, that I can promise you. But she kind of fucked me up a little in a way I don’t really want to get into right now.” He caressed the side of her face. “Is that enough?”

Viv thought for a second and then she nodded. “For now, I guess so.”

“Thank you, darling,” he said with a sigh before leaning in and kissing her.

She kissed him back, eventually twining her fingers into his hair. Viv still wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew if she didn’t back off, Five would only build the wall up higher. The best she could do would be to chip away at it, slowly.

Sex was always their mechanism for repair; for reforming their bond and healing wounds. Whether it was stress or an argument or just a feeling of lost connection, fucking was their way of bringing things back to how they should be. It was a solidifier of their love and devotion, no matter what was going on in their domestic lives.

That night was no different, but Viv could sense something was still off. Five wasn’t himself. He was distant and mechanical. His normal fire was gone. Like he was going through the motions just to appease her and get her to stop asking questions. It still felt physically good, but it didn’t ease her mind.

Five fell asleep shortly afterwards and she laid in the dark, staring at his face like there was some answer written there that she just wasn’t seeing. After a while, she gave up and drifted off into her own uneasy sleep.

The next few days were the same. Five didn’t lash out at her anymore, but he also wasn’t his usual self. Vivian stopped prying, hoping he would just come around on his own, but when that didn’t seem like a possibility, she had to resort to a different tactic. One she knew would piss Five off to no end.

She texted Klaus.

Viv: Can you meet me at the coffee shop on 2nd?

Klaus: Depends

Viv: On what?

Klaus: You buying?

Viv: Don’t I always?

Klaus: Good point. I assume this has to do with our familial axe-wielding assassin?

Viv: How did you know?

Klaus: Because that’s the only time you want to meet me for coffee.

Viv: That’s not true!

Klaus: Throw in a muffin and you got a deal.

Viv: Sure. I’ll buy you a stupid muffin.

Klaus: What time?

Viv: 1pm?

Klaus: Let me check my datebook. You’re in luck! I’m free!

Viv: Great. See you then.

Klaus was sort of right in that Viv usually did have some concern about Five she wanted to run past him when she invited her favorite brother-in-law out for coffee. She made a note to herself that she needed to be better about that and hang out with Klaus more just because. Five didn’t always need to be involved. Although, this time, he really did.

As Klaus picked through the blueberries in his muffin, Viv sat on the other side of the small café table and sipped her cappuccino.

Klaus gestured with his hand; a rogue berry pinched between his thumb and forefinger. “So, what’s the story, morning glory?” He popped the berry into his mouth and chewed while he waited.

Viv looked around, as if Five might be planted somewhere in the tiny coffee shop and eavesdropping. She leaned in closer to Klaus.

“You have to tell me what happened with Five and Gina.”

Klaus paused. Then he shook his head. “I don’t know. Didn’t he tell you himself?”

“No, and he’s being really strange. I can’t get any information out of him except that ‘she fucked him up’ whatever that means.”

“Hmmm,” Klaus pondered.

“Plus… “Viv trailed off.

Her hesitancy to finish her sentence piqued Klaus’s interest and he raised his eyebrows. “Plus what?”

She sighed. “Plus, even the sex has been weird. Like he’s just not into it, or he’s holding back, or something. It’s just so unlike him; I don’t get it.”

“Ohhh… so Daddy’s not showing up when he should, huh?”

Viv blushed and took a sip of her drink. “Kind of. But it’s not about the sex. I just want to know what is bothering him, and you know how he is… if I keep asking, he’s going to close up tighter than a nun’s asshole.”

Klaus laughed. “Ok, I can tell you what I know, but it’s not the whole story. He never told me fully, either. And it was years ago and I can barely even remember the name of the guy I woke up next to this morning.”

“That’s fine, whatever you can tell me.”

“Ok, so at the time, Five was living in this real shit hole apartment. Like, we’re talking rats and the whole thing.”

Viv nodded. “Yeah, I know that part.”

“Well, because Mr. High And Mighty is such a coffee snob, he found the one place around him that served decent coffee, and it was a place like this.” He gestured around him.

“Ok…”

“Anyway, he started falling for this barista chick.”

“Gina?”

“Yeah. Crushing real hard.”

Viv was surprised. “Five had a crush? That’s… unexpected.”

“I know, right? But he did. And he was determined to get this girl to like him back.”

“So, he asked her on a date?”

“Sort of. The thing is… this girl was cute, don’t get me wrong, but I met her once and she was boring with a capital B. Total snooze fest.”

“Really? Then why did Five like her?”

Klaus paused. “Well, because she was normal. Nice and cute and normal. Like she walked right out of some catalogue for kitchen appliances or something.”

Viv frowned. “I still don’t get it. Five wouldn’t like someone like that. He hates boring people.”

“Agreed. But at the time, he was going through some shit. Remember, this was before you knocked some sense into him. He was working for the Commission still, he barely talked to us, he was wound up and probably had some major PTSD thanks to some trippy timeline shit… but hey, who didn’t?”

Viv waited for him to continue.

Klaus sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. “Look, I can’t pretend to know what was going on in that labyrinth of a brain of his, but I can guess. And that is, he just wanted to be normal, too. He would have never admitted it to me or anyone else, but he craved it. The wife, the kids, the picket fence… all that shit you guys have now.”

“And so… he wanted that with Gina?” Viv asked slowly. She hated to admit it, but the thought made her a little queasy.

Klaus shook his head. “I don’t think so. Not really. He just wanted it with someone. And he didn’t think he would ever get that opportunity unless he changed.”

“What do you mean?”

“He suppressed himself. Big time.” Klaus took a bite of his muffin and talked while chewing. ��Stuffed all his kinky shit way way down.” He swallowed. “He was ashamed.”

Viv drank some more of her coffee and thought about what she was hearing. “That’s so sad,” she said quietly.

“Well, it’s Fivey, so of course it’s sad. But the truth is, he never really liked her that much. He just wanted HER to like HIM. He wanted to be liked by a,” Klaus made dramatic air quotes, ‘normal’ person. And he thought in order to do that he had to cover up who he really was.”

Viv nodded. “Ok, I can understand that. I mean, it’s insane and of course it’s not true, but I can see that. But I don’t get why this affected him so much? There has to be more to it.”

“That’s where I can only speculate. I don’t know the details, but I do know something went down that she did not care for.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah. My guess is mild mannered Bruce Banner let a little too much of the Hulk get out that night.”

Viv fell heavily back into her chair. “Wow. So, this girl did what? Dumped him because he came on too strong?”

“I don’t think she just dumped him. I think she ripped him a new one.”

“Over sex?” Viv asked, surprised. Then she paused. “You don’t think he…”

“No!” Klaus cut in. “No way. Five might have been fucked up in a real big way, but he would never be violent towards women.” Klaus smiled ruefully. “Women he wasn’t hired to kill, that is.”

Viv shuddered. “You’re right, of course he wouldn’t do that. I can’t believe I even thought that.”

“So, there you have it. That’s all I know.”

“Thanks, Klaus. This was really helpful.”

“Hey, you’re not going to tell him I told you all this, are you?”

“No, but I’ve got to bring it up somehow and he’ll probably figure it out.”

Klaus whined and sank down in his chair. “Vivian! He’s going to kill me! And not in a nice, merciful way. He’ll be creative.”

Viv laughed. “I promise I won’t let him kill you, Klaus.”

“You say that, but he once told me he was going to buy us first class tickets to the Yukon Peninsula, roll me up in a fisherman’s net, and set me out to sea on an icefloe.”

“Why first class?” Viv asked through her giggles.

Klaus pouted. “So that the lack of comfort on the icefloe would be more apparent.”

Viv dissolved into hysterics while Klaus folded his arms across his chest. “Just for that, now you have to buy me a slice of cinnamon cake.”

Later that day, Viv found Five at the kitchen table. He was leafing through a book on Italian cuisine.

“Hey,” Viv said, sitting in the chair next to him.

Five looked up. “Hey.”

“Got a minute to talk?” she ventured.

Five closed his eyes with a sigh. But he shut the book and turned his attention to her. “Sure. What’s up?”

She placed her hand on top of his. “I want to talk about what happened with Gina.”

Five groaned and pulled his hand back. “Fuck, Vivie! This again? There’s nothing to tell!”

“That’s not true. You said so yourself.”

Five’s teeth ground together and Viv saw the tell-tale sign of his body tensing and the very faint outline of shimmering blue.

“Don’t you dare blink away from me!” she warned him. “You are going to sit here and talk to me.”

Caught in the act, he powered down and stood up. Viv thought he was going to storm out the old fashioned way, but instead he crossed the kitchen to the liquor cabinet. She watched him pour a tumbler full of bourbon and take a healthy sip of it before offering her one.

“Sure,” she said.

Five came back to the table and set her glass in front of her. He sank back into his chair with a resigned sigh. He took another drink.

“I’m going to just jump to the logical conclusion and assume you talked to Klaus?”

Viv cringed. “Yes, but please don’t be mad at him. I bribed him with baked goods and extracted the information from him. It’s not his fault.”

Five rolled his eyes. “Fine, let’s get this over with.”

“Ok,” Viv said hesitantly. “So, I know you liked Gina and you wanted her to like you.”

“Yeah, that’s usually how that goes,” Five snarked.

Viv did her best not to say something sarcastic in return. “So, what happened? Klaus said maybe you were trying to suppress some things?”

Five grumbled into his bourbon. “Christ.” He took another healthy gulp and then looked at Viv. “Yeah, ok. So, I wasn’t really myself with her. Not like…” Viv waited. “Not like when you and I met.”

She nodded. “You weren’t trying to be the aggressor in bed?”

“God, I really don’t want to talk about this with you,” he protested, running an aggravated hand through his hair.

“Five, please.”

“Fuck… you’re like a dog with a bone,” he murmured. “Ok, here it is. You’ve been warned.” Five stood up, too agitated to sit anymore. He slugged down the rest of the bourbon and went to get another pour. He talked to Viv with his back turned to her.

“Yes, I was trying to suppress some things. Things I didn’t want her to know about me. About… my weird bedroom shit. And it worked the first night and things went well until the next night.”

Five turned around, another full glass in his hand. “The next night, I guess I let my inner demons out just a little too much and she got scared.”

“What did you do?” Viv asked warily.

Five smiled bitterly and gestured with his glass. “Oh, you know. The usual things. Ordered her on her knees, told her to suck my dick. Said I was going to ruin her. Stuff like that.”

Viv felt a wave of jealousy pass through her and it must have been obvious because Five set his glass down and his expression softened. “I’m sorry, Vivie. I shouldn’t have told you that.”

Viv held up a hand. “No, it’s ok. I wanted to know. It’s just hard to hear, you know?”

Five nodded. He did know. If Vivian ever told him in detail what she did with another man before they were together, he would probably have a complete mental breakdown. After he hunted the guy down and slaughtered him in cold blood, of course.

She took a deep breath. “So, then what? She got pissed?”

Five snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

“What happened?”

“Well, let’s see. She accused me of luring her in with a nice guy routine, told me I treated her like a whore, called me a freak, and then threw a few mugs and a frying pan at my head until I left.”

Viv gasped. “Five! That’s awful!”

He shrugged, taking another drink. “She thought I was going to hit her or rape her or something, which obviously I would never do. But, yeah. I probably had it coming.”

Viv got up and went to where he was standing. “Of course you didn’t deserve that! Is that what you have been thinking this whole time?”

He shook his head dismissively. “It doesn’t matter. It was so long ago.” He gave another sarcastic laugh. “Her loss, right?”

“Baby, look at me,” she said sternly. Five relented and looked her in the eyes. “You are not a freak. You are not a pervert. And you certainly aren’t some violent sex criminal.”

He smiled placatingly. “Ok, darling.”

“No, I mean it. Listen to me, Five.” She took his face gently with both of her hands and held them there. “You are my husband. You are the love of my life. You are a god damn time traveling genius! That’s who you are. Not whatever one uptight bitch told you.”

Five swallowed hard. The booze had kicked in and he was finally buzzed enough to let his guard down a little.

“But I did trick her, that’s the thing. I tried to keep all of that down. Tried to be the nice guy. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t be normal. Not even for two fucking nights.”

“Why do you think you’re not normal? Because you like to have rough sex? Because you have a couple of kinks? You like to be dominant?”

“Vivie, you have to understand. I was really messed up back then. I didn’t think I was capable of a real relationship with anyone. That was the first time I even entertained the idea that maybe I could be. And then when all of that happened, it reinforced the fact that I just wasn’t built that way.”

Viv ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “But, Five, look at you now. You are built that way.”

He stroked her hair softly and smiled. “Because of you.”

“Because we were right for each other. You didn’t have to hide anything from me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I hid everything from you.”

Viv grinned. “Ok, sure, that’s true. But I’m talking about sex. You let me know right away who you were and what you wanted. And that’s a good thing.”

Five became serious again. “After I saw her the other day at the bank… all I could see was her hurling shit at me and telling me what a freak I was. All of those bad feelings came flooding back again. And then I thought… I wonder how many other women are out there remembering me in the same way?”

“Probably zero.”

He shook his head. “When I think about how I acted sometimes... sleeping with these women, being rough with them, sometimes blinking away with no goodbye… god, I was such an asshole.”

“Is that why you haven’t been yourself these past couple days? Because you feel guilty?”

“I don’t fucking know,” he sighed before turning around to fill up his glass again. “Guilt, regret, shame… whatever. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Viv waited a few seconds, but when Five didn’t turn around, she looped her arms around his waist.

“You’re right, it doesn’t matter anymore. Because you’re mine, Five. I love you for everything that you are.” She laughed and pressed her cheek against his back. “Especially your freaky side.”

“I think you’re even freakier than me,” Five chuckled.

Viv slid her hands up to his neck, lacing her fingers into his hair, tugging on it just a little. “I think you’re right.”

Five turned around, a slanted smile playing on his lips as he leaned his back against the countertop and Viv pressed herself against him.

“I gotta tell you… that first night, when you were all confident and cocky, ordering me on my hands and knees, and fucking me until I thought I was going to break…” Viv took a stuttering breath in. “I had never been so turned on in my entire life.” She ran her hands over his chest and down his abdomen, clutching onto the waistband of his pants.

“Yeah?” Five asked slyly.

Viv nodded. “If you had tried to be someone else, or what you call ‘normal’… I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you right then and there.” She smiled at the memory. “You made me yours right from the start, Five, and I would have done anything for you.” She let her hands travel further south, over his hips and thighs and back up to his waist again. “I still would.”

Five felt that familiar, feral itch creeping in again. It trickled down his spine in a low-voltage surge of lust and depravity. It flowed through his veins, hot and insistent, refusing to be ignored, until his breath caught in his throat and his dick came alive with an uncontrollable vengeance. His dark green eyes flashed as they swept over her face, lingering on those lips that he knew were only for him.

Neither of them said anything, but Viv began to unbuckle his belt while he kept his eyes on her. When she slowly pulled it out from his pants, she held it up to him with two hands, like an offering. He took the belt from her, folding it in half and snapping it sharply with a loud crack. One corner of his mouth twitched up.

“If you want me to hold back, tell me now, my love,” he warned darkly. He dragged the flat of the leather down her arm, making her shiver.

Viv met his gaze with no hesitation. “Don’t ever hold back on me.”

Five chuckled darkly. “You are so fucked. You know that, don’t you, angel?”

He didn’t wait for an answer; he didn’t have to. With a hand clasped firmly around her upper arm Five blinked them both to their bedroom. He set the belt on the bed before pulling Viv’s shirt over her head with a hard yank, forcing her arms up. He practically ripped her bra off, throwing it onto the floor. Her pants and underwear were shoved down just as forcefully.

She made no sign of resistance. Her breathing grew harder and louder as she gazed up at him with adoring eyes.

Five went to the closet, pulling out two things. One of his black, silk ties, and a pair of Viv’s black stilettos.

He laid the shoes in front of her with a look that required no words. She stepped quietly into them. Next, Five crossed to the dresser, grabbing a tube of her lipstick. A small smile crept over Viv’s face when he handed it to her. She knew what he wanted and she applied the bright red shade over her perfectly bowed lips while he watched.

“Turn around,” he ordered when she was done.

She did as she was told, turning around so her back was to him. Viv’s arms were pulled forcibly back. Five held her wrists together with one hand while he picked up the belt again and maneuvered it around each wrist, threading the end through the buckle and pulling it tight. Her wrists were bound at the small of her back and he spun her around again by the shoulders.

He smiled at the sight of her, naked and vulnerable, with her hands trapped behind her back. Five leaned in and kissed her, a hand on her chin. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, feeling the waxy smoothness of the lipstick before pulling away, leaving her breathless.

Grabbing the tie, he held it up and kissed her cheek lightly, while covering her eyes with the black silk and tying the ends tightly behind her head. Viv drew in a small gasp of air, but she didn’t say a word. Five stood back to admire her.

“God damn it…” he said breathily. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. And I’m going to absolutely destroy you.”

Five traced his hands down her sides and up again, lingering on her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples with his fingers. Viv was completely helpless. She couldn’t move much without risking losing her balance and she couldn’t anticipate any of his moves with the blindfold on. She was at his mercy. And when he kissed her, hard and rough with a hand securely behind her neck, pressing his body against hers, she moaned out loud.

Five’s hand slipped between her legs while he kissed the side of her neck. With a low groan, he slid them back and forth, spreading her wetness up to her already-swollen clit. Her hips bucked forward and her head tipped back.

He withdrew his hand again and Viv was left desperate for more. He was no longer touching her and she couldn’t see what he was doing. There was the sound of his pants being unzipped and the rustle of clothes. Then she felt his strong hand on her shoulder.

“Be a good girl for Daddy. On your knees.”

Then she was being forced down; her knees bending until she was on the floor in front of him. He held her in place by her shoulder so she didn’t lose her balance. She raised her face upwards and Five grabbed a fistful of hair, tugging her head back even more.

“Open your mouth,” he told her.

Viv obeyed, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue as Five grasped his hard shaft in his other hand and guided it towards her. He tapped the head on her tongue and she gave it a quick lick.

“Shit,” he gritted out between his teeth. “That’s my girl. Go ahead, darling.”

When her mouth closed around his cock, and he pushed her face towards him, he let out a long hiss. Viv made little high-pitched moans while he let her set the pace. He held onto the back of her head while she worked her magic, sliding her mouth and tongue over his shaft while he jutted his hips into her.

Five could barely stand watching her, she was so perfect. His beautiful, sweet, loving wife that was on her knees, bound and blindfolded, sucking his dick while he fucked her face, like it was the most natural thing in the world. The red stain of her lipstick covered his cock with each pass and smeared over her mouth in the process and she moaned every time he praised her. It was all of his kinks happening at once and he felt dizzy just from the erotic overload.

She really would do anything for me, he thought.  How the fuck did I get so lucky?

He let his head fall back and he closed his eyes. “Thank you,” he breathed out, his voice shaking.

Whether he was thanking some unnamed sex god that somehow determined he was worthy of this divine intervention, or Vivian who was currently choking and gagging as he rammed his dick into the back of her throat, remained unclear. But he had to thank someone because this was un-fucking-believable.

In an effort to not get so carried away, and to move on to other things, Five let go of Viv’s hair. She remained kneeling in front of him while he backed off, allowing her to catch her breath. She licked at the sides of her mouth and a small string of saliva trailed down her chin. Five wiped it away gently with his thumb.

“You ok?” he asked her.

She nodded, breathing hard. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Five grinned. “Good.” He reached down, taking her upper arm again, helping to guide her up so she was standing again. Her high heels clicked on the floor and Five took another good look at her. He kissed her, making her stumble a little into him. He steadied her with his hands on her hips, then let them wander around to her ass and squeezing it hard. Viv squeaked quietly against his mouth.

When Five pulled away from his kiss, he brushed her hair off of her shoulder and moved his lips to her neck, listening to her small gasp when he gave her a quick bite into the hollow curve of her collarbone.

“You’re being so quiet, my love,” he teased, his hand coming up and lightly encircling her throat. “You’re trying so hard to be good for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she answered, breathing sharply through her nose as Five’s hand tightened slightly.

“I do like that,” Five whispered with a smirk. Then he took his other hand and smacked her ass with enough strength to almost buckle her knees. She cried out. “I like hearing you scream for me, too, though.”

Five dragged one hand down her chest and over her stomach. His other hand continued to wrap around her throat. He watched each flicker of movement on her face, and took in each gasp and quiet whimper she uttered. When his fingers slipped between her legs, he let out a long moan along with her, just from the look of absolute surrender on her face.

“Five,” she moaned, rocking her hips into him.

He worked his fingers through her wetness and over her clit, slowly and deliberately. He wanted to watch her come apart bit by bit.

Five leaned in, drawing his lips over her jaw, neck, and shoulder. He would tighten and then loosen his grip on her throat in the process, listening to the change in her breathing.

“Tell me, angel,” he said darkly. “Do you trust me?”

Viv nodded between mewling cries and breathless sobs. “I trust you.”

Five didn’t need to ask anything more. He bent her over the bed, lowering her down by her arms and making sure she didn’t hurt herself. Her face was turned with her cheek pressed into the mattress. She was even more helpless this way. She couldn’t move, couldn’t see. She moaned again when he spread her legs from behind, nudging them apart with his knees.

He didn’t touch her for a minute; just stood back and took it all in. Viv was gasping for air and trying to get out of her wrist restraints. He liked watching her panic a little bit. She had no idea what he was doing, or even where he was in relation to her. She made a little whining noise of frustration and Five chuckled.

“I know, darling, I know,” he said. “You did say you trusted me, though. Have patience.”

“Five,” she whined again. “Please!”

That made Five laugh darkly. He traced a hand down her spine and over her ass, the sudden sensation of his touch causing her to jolt and then whimper. He lowered himself over her, holding himself up on the bed, while his body followed the curve of her back beneath him. His dick slid between her folds, but he didn’t enter her. He kissed her shoulders and then her cheek.

Viv could feel his lips on her body, and that familiar feral current that pulsed out of him. The weight of his strong body trapped her underneath him. Her arms and shoulders ached, her feet were unsteady in the heels, and her face was smashed into their bed. She only saw darkness beneath the tie that still bore his scent from the last time he wore it. But she would have waited there forever for him.

She was wriggling against her bonds and begging for him, but that was all part of their intricate dance that both of them knew so well. Five wanted her to beg. To plead and cry for him. And Viv did want him. She wanted him so badly it hurt.

“What do you think, sweet girl?” he purred into her hair as he moved the head of his cock through her slit. “Do you want me?”

“Yes!” she whined.

“Then tell me,” he demanded. “I need to hear it.”

Viv couldn’t see his face, but she could hear the slight break in his façade. This wasn’t just an act of dominance. This was a plea for validation. A reassurance that she wanted him this way; the only way he knew how to be.

“Please, Five,” she begged. “I need you to fuck me.”

He groaned and nuzzled his nose against her jaw. “I love that,” he confessed quietly. “Come on, baby… give me more.”

“Fuck me hard, Five. I want you inside me. Please… you’re all I need.”

“Fuuuck,” he breathed out in resignation, unable to resist any longer.

When he entered her, carefully but all in one push, he rested a hand on her back. The other grasped her wrists and he pulled back with a sharp tug, hoisting her body off the bed before he let her go again and she sank back down.

The long, guttural groans that left his body while he pumped into her mixed with the sharp slap of his hips against her ass. Viv let out a choked sob, biting at her lower lip, while trying to push her ass back towards him.

“Deeper,” she moaned. He pulled her arms back again and he rammed into her. “Deeper, Five!,” she cried out, almost as a hysterical scream. “I need it!”

Five had known, even at the beginning of all of this, that he wasn’t going to be able to keep her bound up. At some point he was going to break and he was going to want to feel her hands on him and gaze into her eyes while he made her come.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, before pulling all of the way out.

He hastily undid the belt around her wrists before helping her stand upright again. He untied the blindfold and threw it on the floor before turning her around. She blinked into the dim light of the bedroom and rubbed at her wrists.

“One of these days I’m not going to untie you,” he warned with a small grin. “But today isn’t that day.”

Five flipped her back onto the bed by grasping her under her thighs and throwing her onto her back. He immediately climbed over her and smoothed the tangled hair from her face. She smiled up at him.

“Give it to me, Daddy.”

He drove himself deep inside of her, raising one of her legs up and setting her ankle on his shoulder, her black stiletto brushing his cheek. He kissed her ankle before shoving himself inside of her again. Over and over, he thrust deeply and fully into her while her mouth fell open and she choked on her screams.

Five kissed her, hard and passionately, smearing what was left of her lipstick so that equal parts were on his face as well as hers. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. The rhythm of his fucking rocked the bed until the headboard began banging against the wall, keeping time with his ragged breath.

“Vivie,” he exhaled before opening his eyes and looking into hers. “Tell me. Please.”

He didn’t have to say what he wanted. She already knew.

“I love you, Number Five,” she told him softly and earnestly, even as her nails raked down his back, leaving red tracks that would stay for days. “I am yours and only yours. Forever.”

“Oh god… baby, I love you… “he moaned out.

With one more vicious slam of his cock inside her, Five came hard and fast, filling her up while he clung to her body. Viv followed a second later, digging her nails even harder into his shoulder blades and screaming his name.

After a few moments, when Five regained use of his brain again, he lowered her leg from his shoulder, and settled in next to her. He pulled her body flush with his so they were facing one another and he kissed her lovingly. Viv rested her hand on his cheek and smiled.

“That’s the man I fell in love with. The one that doesn’t hold anything back.”

“How do you always know what to say or do to make me start thinking clearly again?” he asked, sweeping her hair off her neck.

“You mean besides blowing you on demand?” she teased.

“Yes, besides that,” he answered with a smile. “Although, that certainly helps.”

Viv kissed him again. “Because it’s like I said. I would do anything for you. And part of that is reminding you who you are.” She rubbed her thumb at a smudge of lipstick at the corner of his mouth.

“And who am I?” he asked sincerely.

“You’re sexy and brilliant and strong and scary. You’re a million things, but most importantly, you are mine.”

Five thought for a second and he grinned before holding her closer. “Thank you for the reminder. I promise I won’t forget again.”

She threw her leg over his hip and laughed. “Good. Because I can’t keep running to Klaus every time I need some advice.”

Five frowned. “Please don’t bring up my idiot brother when you’re rubbing your naked body against me. I’m afraid some weird association is going to develop.”

Viv rubbed herself harder onto him. “You mean like you if hear Klaus’s name and then you get a boner?” She grabbed his ass roughly and thrust herself into him. “Klaus Klaus Klaus.”

“Vivie…” Five groaned exasperatedly. “Why? Why must you ruin this good time?”

She started giggling uncontrollably. “Are you going to send me off to sea on an icefloe?”

Five grinned before dragging her on top of him and grabbing the back of her head to pull her face down. He kissed her hard before drawing back and staring fiercely into her eyes.

“The idea is tempting, I won’t lie.”

Viv straddled him and pushed herself down, making him grunt. “You’d miss me too much.”

Five smirked. “I’d probably get over it after a while.”

Viv pretended to be shocked and she whacked him on the chest. “Liar!”

Five kissed her again, slipping his tongue inside and lifting his hips up. “You’re right. No one else could get me this hard again this fast.”

With a smile, Viv combed his hair back with her fingers and kissed him, already hungry for more. “That’s because we match each other’s freaks, as the kids say.”

Five grabbed her hips. “Is that another way of saying there’s a lid for every pot?”

“Something like that. Just a kinkier version.”

As he tipped his head back to let his wife kiss down his neck and under his jaw, Five let out a long, relieved sigh. He probably should have had a witty, sarcastic response to that, but he found he was too wrapped up in the feeling of her lips on his skin, and her hair falling around his face to come up with anything good. Instead, he just let her do her thing, all while thanking the universe for letting him find the perfect fitting lid for his worn-out, scratched and dented, imperfect pot.