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ajgrey9647 · 3 months

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"I don’t wanna go to work today, can we just cuddle? Please?” “Yeah, let’s do that.” + Kimberly/Bulk~ ^^

AND "I don’t wanna go to work today, can we just cuddle? Please?” “Yeah, let’s do that.” + Kimberly/Bulk~ ^^

Two for one prompt lol; didn't know how to add the other one.

Coming to the Truth of the Matter....

Coinless Universe

Before she came face to face with the spiteful, delusional hellhound that wore her brother’s face, Kimberly felt confident that she knew the trajectory of her future. Now, everything had tumbled ass over teacups, her long held beliefs about the people in her life facing a strident challenge in the fallout of Red’s true identity being revealed. And the Pink Ranger suffered overwhelming waves of rage, guilt, shame, and anxiety.

Tommy was supposed to ‘the one’, her high school sweetheart sliding easily into the role of husband and, eventually, father. Kim couldn’t help but peruse the bridal magazines when she went into the bookstore at the mall, flipping through the glossy pages with a soft, dreamy smile curling her lips as she mentally planned her wedding ceremony. Once the vows were exchanged, surely the White Ranger’s demeanor towards her would change, wouldn’t it?

Clearly, as evidenced by Tommy’s obscene display of arousal and obvious desire when in Red’s presence, the traditional celebration was not the issue with his reluctance to become passionate and sexual with her. Kim certainly had tried every trick in the female toolbox to seduce her boyfriend, confused by his hesitancy to take their relationship to the next level.

‘I hinted that I was already taking birth control,’ she recalled, thinking that perhaps a surprise pregnancy was an obstacle to consummating their love. ‘I wore sexy clothing, flirted like hell, kissed him like they did in the movies, even put his hands down my blouse…’

Ever the gentleman, which was completely absurd now, Tommy would avert his eyes, play stupid, and feign shyness, jerking his hands back like touching a hot potato and cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

‘He’s not one bit embarrassed that all our friends and teammates can see his erect cock stretching the crotch of his Ranger uniform!’

There was no missing the lewd response either, as much as the others might pretend to not see the White Ranger’s bizarre behavior when it came to the older, wilder, crazier doppelganger of his best friend. Jason, himself, had stood at Tommy’s shoulder when they all attempted to make sense of what was going on with the delusional Coinless Jason Scott. Kimberly noticed the way his dark eyes stared at his ‘bro’, taking in the intense, stormy expression, the muscles of his back and shoulders rigid as if preparing to pounce, and, most oddly, the leaking, twitching outline of a rock hard erection.

The Pink Ranger couldn’t decide what the Red Omega was thinking or feeling about this newest bullshit of Drakkon’s or Tommy’s disgusting preoccupation with his evil shadow’s creation. Jason never said anything, not to her or anyone else, about what was going through his mind watching these interactions. Obviously, he blushed a deep shade of red that mirrored his uniform, or his mouth would gape, and eyes widen with every crass, crude, and provocative thing Red hissed or did.

It was inevitable that she’d explode on the catty bitch, though she tried her damnedest not to, knowing the hateful pet was mentally ill, another victim of that vile motherfucker Drakkon…

But it was so hard watching Red behaving so inappropriately and Tommy practically drooling over this broken man just when she’d thought that her boyfriend was just being old-fashioned and ‘perfect.’ Most of her girlfriends gossiped about their own problems with their guys trying to play ‘grab ass’ twenty-four/seven, becoming too handsy, and begging on bended knee for a glimpse of pussy.

‘Well, Tommy’s dick isn’t broken. It just isn’t turned on by me!’ she sniffed, wiping her eyes on the sleeves of her pink sweater.

Kimberly had secreted herself away in an empty, barren corridor of this make-shift Command Center, the flickering, sputtering lights half-assed into working nearing the end of their cooperation. The hard floor was chilly, the coldness seeping into her soft leggings, but she didn’t care as long as she could be away from prying eyes to be alone with her thoughts.

What hurt the most wasn’t Red’s scathing insults or curses, though they too stung her deeply. It wasn’t even just knowing that Tommy wanted to fuck Drakkon’s canine into the floor until they came out the other side. Physical desire aside, she knew once the words passed the pet’s lips that the dirty slut wasn’t lying; Kim hadn’t been paying attention.

Tommy Oliver was IN LOVE with Jason Scott.

The Pink Ranger noticed as Red had that the White Ranger’s entire face lit up when he started passionately explaining what was so damned special about the Red Omega, how his voice changed, dropping into a deeper octave.

‘Red wasn’t lying to be an asshole. He’s right. Why didn’t I see what was right in front of me?’

Why hadn’t she acknowledged the way Tommy was always asking where Jason was, the way he smiled when Jase entered a room, the subtle, yet frequent ways he touched the Omega, the number of times he sought Jason out instead of her when he suffered nightmares and flashbacks to his evil Green Ranger days?

‘I just thought they were really close because of what happened in the Dark Dimension and because Jase freed him from Rita’s spell.’

Had they ever fooled around, even if it was before she and Tommy started officially dating? Had they shared even one kiss, whether open-mouthed with lots of tongue or a chaste, tight-lipped peck on the cheek?

‘I know Jason better than that! He would never betray me like that, knowing how I felt about Tommy! He teased me about my crush before everything went to hell in a handbasket. And if he thought Tommy would try to cheat, he’d kick his ass without a second thought!’

A cruel, vicious whisper echoed a memory she’d not thought about in ages, the context taking on new meaning and suspicion.

Tommy admitted to her privately, when they’d met in the park late at night, seated on a picnic table overlooking the playground, that often the only way to calm himself after a nightmare of the Dark Dimension was to teleport to Jason’s house under the cover of darkness. He felt compelled to assure himself that he hadn’t actually succeeded in stabbing the Red Ranger to death and wasn’t satisfied until he’d seen with his own eyes that he still breathed.

And rather than that be the end of it, Jase would throw back the covers, pat the small empty space on the mattress beside him, and allow Tommy to crawl into his bed, tucking him close with the blankets so that the terrified teen could rest his head against the other’s chest and listen to the comforting thud of a still-beating heart.

‘He had no problem cuddling Jason’s half-naked body!’

Besides her ire and embarrassment at Tommy, Kimberly felt crushing shame at the way she, herself, had behaved toward Red, allowing herself to treat a victim of severe physical, mental, and emotional torture like absolute shit. The sick shit Drakkon chronicled in his diary made her ill, had literally caused Billy to vomit more than once, and brought them both to tears. It was no wonder Coinless Jason checked out and created this human-canine, Red, to deal with the tyrant’s fuckery, which also drove him into insanity.

Of course, the pet had no choice when it came to engaging in sexual activity, whatever sick game came to Drakkon’s mind, his captive had to comply. To do otherwise would have only added too his pain and terror even if he’d been in a ‘right’ frame of mind.

It made sense that Red had studied sex, learning the proper techniques and skills to keep himself safe, to lessen any discomfort, and, eventually as he’d admitted, entice his master into more preferable acts or games. The older man had to play the hand he was dealt. And part of that included toying with Tommy, Drakkon’s youthful twin self, when he’d noticed the White Ranger’s interest.

The Eugene Skullovitch of this hellish dimension had warned them upfront about how Drakkon’s puppy could be, detailing his own close encounters with his unstable temperament and behavior. Red was so wildly different from Jason Scott, who was presumed dead all this time, that Skull hadn’t even recognized his old classmate. Kim could now see how this was possible.

Jason didn’t talk the way Red did, didn’t insult, swear, and curse so hatefully, didn’t strut around like an erotic pin-up model, or chug booze, smoke weed, or pop stimulants. Red was off his rocker this morning, high as shit, dancing around like a stripper, according to Zack, only to end up dissolving in hysterics like a small child, clutching his beloved stuffed animal to his heart, the long-lost Rexy who sat on Jason’s bed in the Prime Universe, a place of honor.

Approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor causing Kimberly to stifle her sobs and sniffles. Faint voices murmured to one another, impossible to discern what they were saying until the distance grew shorter. The Pink Ranger tucked herself more deeply in the shadows, not wanting to answer questions as to why she was hiding out and crying, though no one could possibly be that dense.

“I’m sorry you saw him like that,” a deep voice resonated with concern. “I still can’t believe that ‘thing’ in there is Jason.”

Two shadowy figures passed the Pink Ranger’s crouched figure, both too absorbed with their conversation to realize the small girl lurking around the corner. Farkas and Ranger Slayer moved further down into the desolate room that served as a kitchen/dining area. A large hand was perched soothingly on the Slayer’s shoulder, her head bowed, short brown hair hanging over her forehead.

“I can’t believe I never realized who I was looking at all that time I was in Drakkon’s service. I saw Red often, up close even. Maybe if I weren’t under an obedience spell…”

“Don’t think like that,” Bulk gently argued. “Skull wasn’t under any spell and he didn’t know who he was looking at either. And why would you guys? Drakkon said he killed Jase. He even went into great detail how he did it! So how the hell would his name come up as a possibility?”

Turning up the lamps in the kitchen, the bear of a man went to the cupboards, searching through the contents to find his lover some nourishment. Something warm and filling…

“I know… I just… I feel so guilty. He was alive all that time, suffering and alone, no one even attempting to rescue him. Jase must have felt so helpless and scared,” Kim whimpered, face averted. “Bulk, don’t bother with trying to get me to eat. I have no appetite right now.”

Farkas sighed, his large frame shifting as he moved to take a seat at the splintery table. Holding out his hands, he beckoned his partner closer.

“Come here,” he whispered softly.

When Kim got closer, he pulled the smaller woman down into his lap, pulling her legs up over his massive thighs.

“Listen to me, ok? Whether you knew or you didn’t, by the time you got there, Red was already Red, and as we can clearly see today, he isn’t interested in being saved. Drakkon’s got him wedged so far up his prissy ass that he can’t see reality. If we can manage to keep Lord Fuckwad away from him, maybe one day, we can get through to our Jason.”

Burying her face into the crook of Bulk’s neck, the Slayer sniffed miserably.

“There’s no way, love. I know how obsessed Drakkon is with Red. And so does Skull, who’s close to an expert on Red’s antics. He’s jumping at every snap and crack and trying to pretend to be unbothered. I’m glad he’s got Billy, even if it’s a younger, Prime one. Losing ours nearly broke him.”

Bulk only hummed in response, his lips brushing Kim’s soft hair.

“I think Jason would rather be dead than live like this,” the Slayer spoke again. “He’d think our Billy was the lucky one. I don’t even know how we could tell that we could trust anything Red tells us. He could play the long game, wait it out and string us along, and when we think we’ve got Jase…”

She snapped her fingers.

“He pounces.”

Farkas threaded his thick fingers through her shaggy locks.

“Skull’s right. We have to keep in mind that Red is NOT Jason Scott. We can’t ever expect him to behave like the person we used to know, even if we get through to him, not after everything he’s went through.”

Bulk’s words further condemned the young Pink Ranger’s actions, solidifying her guilt at getting into a pissing match with a man who’d undergone such horrific torture that his mind fractured, like an eggshell.

‘All the King’s horses and all the King’s men…’

The old nursery rhyme flashed through her mind and she felt the prickling of fresh tears. The Ranger Slayer had suffered for twenty years, believing her big brother to be murdered, gone forever, and, in a way, he still very well could be if Red continued to obstinately deny even the possibility that he was really Jason Scott.

‘Here I’ve been sitting, thinking the worst about my Jason, treating him like shit because I’m jealous of Red flirting with Tommy. He could have easily died back in the evil Green Ranger days just like Coinless Jason did. Or supposedly did, I guess. I should be thanking my luck stars Jase is still here.’

Kimberly hadn’t meant to be snappish with the Red Omega, or roll her eyes at him, or sneer, or glare, yet she had. And Jason definitely noticed and could deduce the reason. He’d merely looked at her with grief on his face, before quickly excusing himself from the interaction.

A choked sob shook her frame, the anguished sound smashing past her lips with a vengeance and alerting the two lovers to her presence.

“Who’s there!” Bulk demanded as the Slayer briskly slid from his lap and drew her bow. “Show yourself!”

Awkwardly, the Pink Ranger stepped forward, flushing with tears and embarrassment.

“Hey, guys…” she whispered, clutching her hands behind her back.

Bulk’s green eyes softened from his lethal glare and his muscles relaxed.

“Kim? What are you doing back here?” he frowned.

Kimberly looked from Bulk over to her older self and sucked in a shaky breath.

“Sorry… I’m sorry…” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just…needed…somewhere to think.”

Exchanging glances, the Slayer and Bulk both knew why the young girl was upset and avoiding her friends. Kim slowly approached Kimberly and curled her arms around her hunched shoulders, embracing her as tenderly as she knew how.

“Oh, little one, I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now,” she soothed. “I’ve been shocked at how Red is acting towards Tommy…”

The Pink Ranger grunted in frustration.

“It’s not just how Red’s acting. That shouldn’t matter,” she interrupted. “Red isn’t the one who owes me anything. Tommy is supposed to be in control of his cock, not the other way around! He WANTS to fuck that little tart!”

She gasped, not intending to give voice to her feelings about Red to any of the Coinless, yet mad as hell that she had to admit Red was right about one thing.

Tommy was in love with Jason, whether her big brother knew it or not, was interested or not…

“He wants to fuck him! Every dirty thing that Red whispers to him, he’s captivated! But any time, I tried to…”

She stopped, feeling horribly self-conscious, Red’s nasty insults ringing in her ears.

“I know that man in there is sick, that’s he’s just as much a victim of Drakkon’s as anyone else, that I shouldn’t judge him so harshly. He’s obviously loved and missed by all of you, but every time I look at him, I see ‘the other woman.’ So then I look at ‘my’ Jason and wonder if he’s hiding anything from me!”

Kimberly knew she was rambling, rattling on with scarcely drawing one breath. It didn’t matter; this had all been bottled up too long now! She was gearing up to have a total melt down when Bulk’s gentle voice spoke up.

“It’s ok to be upset with Red, I think anyone would be. He’s not exactly endearing or pitiful or… I was going to say ‘pathetic’, but that actually fits pretty decently. You’re allowed to feel what you feel, dear. Just ask Skull…” he chuckled. “Think how much pain and misery would have been spared if Drakkon just went to therapy or something… Learned how to feel emotions other than anger and pettiness.”

The Ranger Slayer managed a grin at her partner’s observations.

“I think that wild fuck would have required inpatient admission and strong medications. And a strait jacket. I doubt any of the docs would have condoned mass homicide, torture, or creating spooky human pets.”

Bulk’s arms encircled the Slayer, pulling her back tightly to his chest and dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

“True story, love. But I think the White Ranger should stop engaging with Red and riling them both up for all our sakes.”

Rubbing at her scalded cheeks, the Pink Ranger sucked back her tears. She couldn’t miss the passionate, loving expressions on the pair’s faces as they gazed at one another. This was weird.

‘I can’t believe I end up with Bulk of all people over here,’ she mused. “He’s definitely not the person I would have thought. Skull always used to chase me in our world.’

The Coinless Eugene Skullovitch, however, was smitten with Billy, had been destroyed by his Blue Ranger’s death from what the older Zack and Trini had disclosed to her.

Bulk noticed her looking at them with curiosity.

“What?” he smiled.

“Oh, sorry, it’s just…” she struggled to find the right words, hoping to avoid offending these kind people. “It’s just odd seeing myself with you… like that…”

Farkas laughed good-naturedly as Kim grinned.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way, of course,” the Pink Ranger stuttered as the two continued to look amused.

“We know,” the Slayer chuckled. “Honestly, seeing you and Tommy together… is like seeing me with Drakkon, which is a little gross. So, I get it. Back in the day, I didn’t give Farkas a second glance either. But after shit went sideways, I seen the man he was underneath all his hot air and bluster. And so did he.”

Bulk blushed when Kim turned within his arms and kissed his full lips.

“He’s my diamond in the rough.”

A Few Year’s Later in the Prime Universe

The light fluttering of her curtains before the open bedroom window roused Kimberly from a light slumber. A gentle, spring breeze carried the scent of fresh rain and the low rumble of thunder sounded somewhere in the distance. She smiled, feeling the warmth of her partner’s chest against her bare back.

A protective arm draped over her middle; the man’s breath tickled the top of her head as he dozed.

Kim felt a peace she never thought she’d be fortunate enough to feel, finding her soulmate after being so sure she was destined to be alone forever.

‘It hurt like hell, but it wasn’t the end of the world.’

The aftermath of the Coinless debacle, the whole Tommy and Red cat-and-mousing, Drakkon’s near slaughter of them all…

No, it hadn’t been the end of the world, but things certainly couldn’t stay the same. It took a while and a lot of fighting, between her and Tommy, her and Jason, Tommy and the others, Jason and the others… It was a huge fucking mess for a short time.

Kimberly had broken up with Tommy and did them both a favor. She hadn’t been too surprised when months later, the White Ranger approached her with trepidation and explained his sexuality, such as he understood, and his strong feelings for Jason, which he apparently returned, something she hadn’t expected. Though the only dating or discussion thereof had been the Red and Yellow Omega enjoying a sweet, but short, romance.

That Jason might return Tommy’s affections had haunted the Pink Ranger while the anger and pain were still fresh. Her former boyfriend ardently denied anything had taken place between himself and his crush before, during, or after their relationship, though recently playful, teasing flirty eased the way for passionate confessions.

The White Ranger claimed he wanted her blessing before going further, before anyone else learned how they truly felt for one another because sure as shit, things were going to get wild again before they got better. And Tommy didn’t care about that, just concerned about Kimberly’s thoughts and feelings out of the others.

“Zack’s really going to be fit to be tied,” she advised the love-stricken man standing before her. “He might just kick your ass for real this time.”

“I don’t care about that. Jason’s worth having Zack’s whole boot up my backside. But I don’t you to think anything sneaky was going on or that we planned this or…”

Nodding, the Pink Ranger held up a hand, stopping Tommy’s prattling.

“Do you really love him? I mean, do you LOVE love him?”

The White Ranger’s eyes sparkled with passion.

“Yes, Kim. I really do. I’d give my life to save his…”

And she didn’t doubt that.

“Then you better take good care of my big brother. Because if you hurt him, if you break his heart… I’LL be the one kicking your ass! Zack will have to settle for whatever scraps I leave behind!”

Tommy looked flabbergasted, clearly expecting more tears, arguing, and accusations. Definitely not this effortless acceptance and grace.

But what he didn’t know, what Kimberly hadn’t bothered to inform him of, was her budding relationship with Farkas Bulkmeier, who she looked at with new eyes after seeing the latent potential that lived just beneath his gaudy exterior. When push came to shove, Bulk was capable of great things.

Their relationship wasn’t exactly a secret, per se, but they didn’t advertise it, merely enjoying one another’s company (and bodies) with surprising ease. It took some time for Red’s crude insults regarding her sexual abilities to fade from memory, as her new lover constantly praised and coveted her time and attention in the bedroom.

Feeling the man behind her stretch languidly and give a grunt of contentment, Kimberly grinned, rolling over to look up through her lashes at his soft features. Her alarm was going to start sounding any time now, blaring for her to get up for work, another stint in a sprawling retail outlet as she worked to save for college while deciding what she wanted to ultimately do with her life.

Bulk cracked an eye, staring down at her button-sized face with love.

“I don’t wanna go to work today. Can we just cuddle?” she pouted prettily. “Please?”

The heavy eyelid dropped closed again and he kissed her sweat-dampened forehead.

“Yeah, let’s do that….” he sighed happily.

Then a corner of his mouth twitched up.

“And more…”

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abbinurmel · 1 year

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There's a giant flying roach in my apartment...

It's no more obvious to anyone besides me how utterly stupid and unfair it is to have a lifelong crippling phobia of an innocent harmless tiny creature, one that can't even sting me, that doesn't even affect my paranoia when I see it in photos or anywhere outdoors, a creature that I know has a benign purpose and even if it wasn't benign it had never asked to be put in this position...I KNOW it lacks any sense of how it bothers me(unlike spider crickets which DO deliberately jump at me to fuck with me because that's their actual instinct)- I do not even have the concern some do regarding germs or home infestation because I know those flying giant ones rarely infest and that cockroaches in fact HATE to be dirty and constantly wipe themselves with oils and their legs to groom. I follow Bogleech religiously for over a decade among dozens of other insect blogs, some of my earliest childhood books I learned to ever read were coloring books about insects and arachnids, I managed to thru hypnotism cure SOME of my fears of spiders, Gregor Samsa is one of my favorite literary characters, and The Evil Midnight Bomber what Bombs at Midnight is one of my favorite animated ones....

And yet. And yet. And yet.

...Even just spotting a stupid perfectly accurate TOY of them is sometimes enough to make me pee myself in terror. And now there is one, a giant one. Flying. In this house. Say that again Skinarmarink style. In this fucking house. It is now two days since he has arrived here...I thought he would mercifully just leave, so I would not have to resort to needless fear and cruelty. Please little one please just go. I know you don't likely need to be here. Why don't you just stay somewhere nice and dark and undisturbed like under the couch. I can pretend you never existed down there and there's dirt and crumbs for you aplenty. You could live on in my dad's recycling pails or maybe feed on dog poop if you just leave thru the back pet door. Please. Please I beg of you please just make this easy for us both.

...I am in a few months turning 37 years old.

Why does it have to be here sitting between walls. Why does having a barrier of wood and plaster suddenly transform this insignificant insect into a monster that is literally the stupidest fucking thing. Just why brain, how are you this dumb. Smug little asshole, what do you think this is, the film Mouse Hunt?? I got insomnia enough as it is what with that awful husky deciding he wants walks and socialization but ONLY after 11Pm every night. Look at him- no no don't look at him, ....doing its little roach business in between FOUR WALLS. The NERVE. THE FUCKING NERVE OF THAT GUY. FLYING AROUND BETWEEN MY PRECIOUS *WALLS*, MY INSULATION BARRIER FROM THE CRUEL OUTER WORLD OF MAN. I am trapped in my upstairs room and cannot go pee, or go downstairs to feed my dog, without peeking into the hall like a goddamn Jason Voorhees is lurking out there. I cannot use Raid here because we don't have any, and I don't have a broom or a book heavy enough to squash it and I feel sorry for it regardless, and the only way I can get by is if I manage to work up Courage the Cowardly Dog levels of reluctant trembling terrified 'bravery' to spray 'Dog Pee Smell Be Gone' mist at it if I become close enough to dare. I legit avoided using the steps because I was afraid I legit might fall backwards and break my neck if it flew toward me up here. I put pillows in front of my bedroom door to prevent him sneaking under the door crack but there is nothing I can do to seal the side edges of the door, which mock me with the hallway light, at 1:30am. Every clink the AC unit suddenly makes or every scratch of my husky dogs toenails across the wooden floor late at night now makes me jump like a gunshot. I am truly the lamest most pathetically useless fool of a coward, in the lamest horror movie plot ever written.

This is the most goddamn pointless, stupid, stupid stupid STUPID phobia ever made, and I do not recommend it, 0 stars.

#roaches #phobia #hysterical bullshit #Literally why I was teased in school and by family members. l genuine have roaches to thank for lots of trauma and I cant get them to care #Roaches are my idiotic tragic villain backstory #I'd go on a supervillain crusade of hate but I am too much of a weeny to carry out my vengeance. Oh well guess I live here now.#Skinarmarink #bogleech #I dunno if he will love this or hate this or just laugh at my tomfoolery #UPDATE I had to pee and he ended up literally as I was starting to relax on the gd floor next to the toilet. I still was too scared to kill #Was too scared to finish peeing either and just fled the scene. first time something did the OPPOSITE of scare piss out of me but kept it.

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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If you have time and if it hasn't been done before, maybe slashers with a blind s/o? :O

The Slashers with a Blind S/O:

Thomas Hewitt

Main form of communication is touch. It’s certainly difficult at first, since Tommy isn’t much of a talker and you can’t see his nonverbal gestures, and he wouldn’t even think about touching you and making you uncomfortable. It had been your idea, holding out your hands and telling him to touch them in certain ways to communicate. Eventually it just started to become natural for you both, learning how to understand each other. He swears that you can just sense when he’s in a bad mood, he doesn’t even need to let you know. You both work well together.

Letting you touch his face for the first time. He has to admit that you being blind has helped him relax a little, he’s been able to remove his mask while he’s with you since you couldn’t see the scarring that he was so insecure about. You obviously didn’t care about what he looked like and had never even asked, but you had felt the mask and asked about that. Eventually he decided that you were going to end up feeling the scars one way or another, so why not now? He was nearly tearing up as you gently touched the scarring on his face, getting used to the feeling and trying to figure out what could have caused it. He relaxed when you smiled, leaning in to give him a light kiss.

Very protective and worries about you. Oh God this house is not exactly safe for your average person, never mind somebody who can’t see the ever changing hazards. He knows you’re not incapable, and he would never claim you were, but he worries so much about you tripping or cutting yourself on a new obstacle. Whenever he’s around, he’s always watching you like a hawk, and is by your side as much as he can be.

Michael Myers

Takes the mask off a lot earlier than he normally might. The mask isn’t just to hide his identity, everyone knows who he is, it’s more of a safety thing for him (even if he won’t admit that). So it’s still on quite a lot of the time, and you had questioned him about why he was wearing a mask when you were the only one in the house and you couldn’t see his face anyway. He didn’t answer. But without the added pressure of revealing his face to you, the mask comes off more than it might if you could see him.

Eventually starts to ‘announce’ himself. This man has snuck up on you more times than you can count, something purposely but most of the time by accident. For such a tall man, he moves absolutely silently. When he realises that his habit keeps making you jump, he starts to make you more aware of his presence. Shutting doors a little louder, making his footsteps a little heavier so you can hear them. It’s the little things that count.

Secretly very protective. Being stoic and not caring is to be expected from Michael but he does care about you, he wouldn’t be around if he didn’t. He already sees you as needing to be protected, so your blindness only adds to that.

Jason Voorhees

Communication can be a little hard. You’re blind, he’s mute. You can talk and he can hear you, but he can struggle with expressing things to you. But you become an expert and being able to read him just when he’s with you, being able to feel what he’s feeling or get the general idea of what’s going on. He uses a lot of touch to communicate but he nervous about doing so at first, worried about startling you or making you uncomfortable. It all gets easier as time goes by.

Letting you touch his face for the first time. Jason wants you to know and understand everything, and you do for the most part. You know who he is, what he’s done, and why he’s done it, and you’ve stayed through all of that. The last thing he wants to be honest with is his deformities, so you know exactly who you’re in relationship with. It’s all very sweet and tender as you smile, caressing his cheeks. You adore him the way he is and you fell him that.

Brahms Heelshire

Honestly, impressed by you. He and his parents had been unsure when you first arrived for the job, but you seemed confident in your ability to do the job and he had taken a liking to you. So you got the job. You go about your chores just like you were supposed too, you followed the rules perfectly, and that’s good enough for Brahms.

Likes to mess with you. You have lost count of how many times you had scolded Brahms for moving things around or purposely scaring you, his little pranks given away by his own giggling. But he always apologises, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering apologies against your neck.

Letting you touch his face for the first time. You accepted Brahms happily, but were surprised when you touched his cheek for the first time and touched cool porcelain. You had accepted him for all he was, questioning the mask but moving on quickly. Eventually he removed the mask, all because he wanted a proper kiss, and he warned you about the burn scars. You just smiled, kissing both of his cheeks before kissing his lips. You didn’t care about some scars, you loved him.

Bo Sinclair

Assumes you’re incapable of nearly everything. Whether he actually believes that you’re incapable or just says that to bother you, you’re not sure. Either way, you prove him wrong every day, he’s almost impressed. Almost. And he’s jokingly tell you that, but will never admit that he was wrong.

Likes to scare you. He will sometimes try to sneak up on you and surprise you, just getting a sadist enjoyment from watching you yelp and jump in shock. Other times he’s not as quiet as he thinks he is, always muttering to himself when you don’t get surprised, just telling him to try harder next time.

Is more able to be vulnerable around you? He feels like he can let his mask fall every now and again because he thinks you might not notice because you can’t see it. He often found himself looking at you, just fondly watching you without you catching him. He’ll never admit that to anyone though, not even to himself.

Vincent Sinclair

Frets about you. Ambrose is a dangerous place and Vincent is so worried about you accidently getting hurt. He cleans up his workroom more than ever, making sure there are no sharp objects lefts out, nothing on the floor for you to trip other. It seems like he’s coddling you a bit but it’s just to ease his concerns and give him peace of mind, so just let him tidy up even if you’re not going to die just because he left some tools out on a table. He’ll slowly realise that and relax, don’t worry.

You can still admire his art. His heart skips a beat when you examine a small figurine he made, complimenting him for the intricate work and telling him how impressive it was. He focuses on creating more of those intricate figures so that you can enjoy his art.

He doesn’t worry about his mask so much. The two of you can actually eat your meals together because he doesn’t have the worry about revealing his face. You can always be by his side, even when the mask is off or needs some repairing. It just takes away some of his insecurity while you’re spending time together.

Letting you touch his face for the first time. He was so nervous to let you know exactly what his face looked like. You already knew that he had scarring and you knew why, you just hadn’t felt it before. But you caress and kiss his cheek, just to assure him that it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

Lester Sinclair

Hates the idea of you wandering around Ambrose. The town is so dangerous and he knows that Bo isn’t going to do anything to make it any safer for you. Lester just frets about you, whether you’re blind or not he worries about you being in town.

Doesn’t underestimate you. Despite all his fretting, Lester doesn’t underestimate you because of your blindness, he knows you’re perfectly capable. You have proven that many times around the house. You won’t get any babying from Lester. You might actually get him forgetting about your blindness for a moment...but it’s okay.

Jokes that you can’t see how dirty he is. When he comes home from a hard day, covered in dirt and...roadkill? he jokes that at least you can’t see the grime. But you retort with ‘yeah but I can still smell it’, making you both laugh.

Bubba Sawyer

Worries about you. The Sawyer household is chaotic and dangerous, with sharp objects randomly scattered around the house, and debris always moving around. Bubba is so worried about you getting hurt, he’s always following you around, watching over you and babbling his concerns.

But he’s constantly impressed. You navigate the house with ease once you get used to it. It’s like you’re aware of the chaos, always watching out for new debris and usually avoiding it. You’re surprisingly good at avoiding Nubbins and ChopTop running around, handling them both well. You fit right in at the house and Bubba loves you for it.

Billy Lenz

Gives him bad ideas. As soon as he realises his, his mind runs wild with thoughts of being elsewhere in the house without you noticing. If you could see him, maybe he could even be in the same room without you noticing if he was quiet enough! He even hints about it during his phone calls, it’s a little unsettling.

Loves to mess with you. Billy can be pretty playful and when he’s in a playful mood he often enjoys trying to scare you, but he’s not always as quiet as he thinks he is. You’ve sometimes even pretended to have been surprised by him, just to hear him laugh like that.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Doesn’t underestimate you too much. Asa isn’t an idiot, he knows that you’re perfectly capable of everyday things despite being blind, even if you have to do things a little differently. So, he won’t underestimate you. For the most part, he treats you no differently.

There is still no way you’re going to the hotel with him. All of that being said, and being true, he will not take you to the hotel with him. He’s already reluctant to take his s/o to the hotel and he’s even more reluctant with you because he knows you can’t even see the traps and dangers of the run down building. If he does take you, you will not be leaving his side for a second, forced to hold his arm the hold time. At least it reminds you that he does care about you.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Likes to guide you even if he doesn’t need too. He knows that you don’t need his assistance but he enjoys guiding you around. Maybe it’s just an excuse to have you hold his hand or his arm, or for him to keep a hand on the bottom of your back. It’s a little possessive, a little protective. He also likes when you put the trust in him to just follow his lead.

Text to speech is a must have. You’re communication relies heavily on text to speech and touch, since Jesse is mute. He becomes good at communicating to you through touch but more complex thoughts need to be spoken though his phone. He makes sure that you have a phone that has a text to speech function for when he goes on business trips, so that he can text you (since phone calls aren’t great for a two way conversation in his case).

Otis Driftwood

More protective than he likes to admit. He knows you’re not helpless but he’s protective over his s/o and he’s very protective over you. Always glancing at you, hovering around you in some way. But he gets defensive and huffy if anyone dares point it out.

Likes to keep you close when out of the house. Otis likes to keep his s/o close when outside the house anyway but he uses your blindness as an excuse to keep you close. You don’t want to get lost or trip, do you? You always roll your eyes, knowing you’re perfectly capable of going to the bar with him without his arm around your waist, but why would you tell him that?

Is ready to kill anyone who makes fun of you. The family doesn’t exactly hang around establishments filled with polite people, it’s possible that a joke or two will be made at your expense. Don’t worry, if Otis can kill them, he will. He’s gotten into a lot of arguments and fights on your behalf, even if you hadn’t been all that bothered by the initial comment.

Baby Firefly

Really doesn’t bother her that much. Some times it can be a little difficult to keep up with the family when you can’t see what’s going on but you figure it all out pretty quickly, with Baby’s assistance. She also likes to surprise you with hugs and kiss, loving when you gasp and laugh when you didn’t expect her attack of affection.

Jokingly complains that you can’t see her. When she gets all dressed up, she pouts about you not being able to see how pretty she looks but she’s just joking with you. Still, you always grin and compliment her, telling her that you don’t need to be able to see to know that she is beautiful.

Yautja (Predator)

Let’s you do a lot of exploring. The first time you touched it, it was fair to say that you were surprised despite him having told you he wasn’t human. Plus, it only made you more curious about him. So, he lets you explore at your own pace. He understands curiosity, he’s a curious creature himself, so he lets you sate the curiosity patiently. He loves seeing the little faces you pull, intrigue and confusion on your face followed by a pleased smile as you formed an idea of his appearance.

Impressed by you. You are clearly a capable human, a brave one too, and that’s all he needs to know. He doesn’t care if you’re blind, and you certainly aren’t letting it hold you back!

Still watches over you. He’s overly protect of a human s/o anyway, it doesn’t matter who you are, it’s just in his nature. No matter what, he’s going to be watching over you, making sure no harm comes to you.

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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A Failed Betrothal (6)

Here is a new chapter for you guys. I am terrible at writing feelings and this is my best shot.😅 Tell me what you think.

[Masterlist]

(PART 1)(PART 5)

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(Words in bold is French)

“Tch, Drake is going to be busy trying to find Hawkmoth. He can’t go around Paris, being Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. Besides, he can’t be a proper boyfriend even in his most lucid moments. I will be her boyfriend instead.”

Tim was glad he didn’t take a sip of his coffee when Damian volunteered to be Marinette’s boyfriend. But he still choked on air. Jason with his limited knowledge of french was confused. Damian didn’t do what he heard, right?

“No, you can’t. Chloe already told them about Tim. If I come in with a different boyfriend, they would get suspicious. We can work on Hawkmoth while we go on those dates. Besides, I thought you don’t like me. That’s not going to sell the image of a loving couple.” Marinette pointed out. (She also doesn’t want to do this fake-date thing. Not because she likes Damian and she had always been a goner for green eyes and totally would be date him if it weren’t for some stupid curse dictating her feelings for him and fake-dating him might get her catch feelings for him and she would get her heart broken when this is all over and she would stay single forever and be a lonely old lady with hamsters and cats for company.)

“Actually, Mari-bug, I only told the class how romantic your boyfriend is. I never told them what he looked like. Just in case, Timothy couldn’t make it. I have back-up favors to cash in.” Chloe explained.

Marinette didn’t even know why she was surprised at that, this was Chloe after all.

“You have more than one American boy around our age in your debt who you intend to be my boyfriend? Sounds like you, Queenie. So that also means that Damian doesn’t have to do it if he doesn’t want to.”

“My offer still stands. I will be your ‘boyfriend’ before I have to go back. I will be more understanding than those other American boys when you have to rush out for an attack. That is to assume that they can come here or agree. In our initial meeting, I didn’t like that weak girl act you put up. Recent events have made me realize that you are a much stronger person. (Careful Damian, that sounds like a compliment.) You are a decent partner to date.(Shit. Shit. Shit. That wasn’t a compliment, right?)”

Damian couldn’t see why Dupain-Cheng would refuse such a good deal. He supposed her feelings might be still hurt from his first impression of her. He would give her an apology when they are alone and away from his brothers who would make a big deal of it.

“Fine. At least, the curse will at least make this fake couple thing more believable.” grumbled Marinette. The light pink blush on her face is not because he said she was someone he would date.

Oh right, the curse. He swore internally, it had possessed him to be Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. He now would have to endure the hand-holding, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes, and try to resist the curse which will be much harder now. Somehow, he didn’t regret it a little bit. It sounds more bearable with him doing those things with her than her with Drake. This was just a mutual agreement to ward off her suitors and prove to her classmates that she was off the market.

Chloe clapped her hands,“If we have everything sorted out, you can start being a good boyfriend by walking Marinette to school today. We want to be on time now.”

The others started packing up their stuff or finished what they were eating. Marinette was dragged out of the bakery by an impatient Damian. Chloe and Alix picked up what Marinette left behind and followed out. The rest soon left right after, leaving the two boys in the bakery.

“Hey, Replacement, tell me if I am wrong but did Demon Spawn willingly ask a girl out?” Jason asked, stealing a croissant from Tim.

“Try making himself the perfect candidate to be her fake boyfriend out of many choices, including me, and get her to agree to it. Now he has to go on a few romantic dates with Marinette in order to ward off this really pushy guy in her class. Demon Spawn also has a crush on her and he’s in denial of it. We are not hallucinating either. I’ve checked.” Tim replied, sipping his coffee.

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“Damian. Let go. Hey, Wayne, are you listening to me? Let me go. This is not how you treat your significant other. And you are not even going in the right direction.” Marinette all but yelled at him.

He released his grip on her. “My apologies for manhandling you but I wanted to tell you this away from everybody else.”

“What?” She asked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

I- This is a little difficult to say for me,” Damian started. (Why were his palms sweaty? It’s just an apology. He had done it before although it was mostly because Grayson told him what he did wrong and made him do it.) “But I am sorry for calling you weak, pathetic and every other bad thing I have said about you when you have shown that you are anything but those. I was mad at myself for being caught and took it out on you.”

Her glare softened.

“Apologies accepted. The school is this way.” She said with a smile and went towards the school. Damian walked by her side, his hands in his pockets.

Marinette looked at where his hands were, “If we are going to do this fake dating thing, I suggest we hold hands.”

Damian grabbed her hand and continued walking in silence. Her hands were so small and fitted perfectly in his. Oh God, it’s the curse again. Turning him into a sap. Do not think about her hands. And the fact that she took down a man twice her size with them which was an amazing sight to watch.

“Why are you so stiff? Loosen up a little. You are with the love of your life. Smile a little.”

Damian plastered on a fake smile, “Happy?”

“It looks fake. Being a model he will be able to tell.” Marinette remarked, “Are you sure you want to do this? We can still go get Tim to be my boyfriend.”

“I can do this. Drake wouldn’t be a better choice. It doesn’t help that you are relentlessly nit-picking me. Or are you that bad of a girlfriend?” Damian couldn’t help but sniped back. “Maybe that’s why Chat Noir left you.”

He found himself back against the world and her elbow at his neck. (He would forever deny that he liked it.)

“Look here, Wayne. You know nothing about me and you shouldn’t assume that you do. Chat Noir was revoked of his status as a hero for his behaviour. If you don’t act the part properly, I am going to have my former partner, who has absolutely no sense of boundaries, harassing me in my civilian life and I have already dealt enough of his advances to last a lifetime. I have given you so many chances to get out of this which you refused and yet, you are half-assing it. So are you in this 100 percent or not? Because I am at the end of my patience right now.”

“The boy who is obsessed with you is the former Chat Noir?”

“Yes, I will explain about that later but what’s your answer?”

“I will give it my best shot but I have never pretended to be in love.”

“Were you not taught in the League?”

“There were seduction tactics shown to members when they were old enough and I left them when I was 10 but I am not sure if those skills can be applied here.”(Slamming your opponent against the wall wasn’t one of them but she was doing a great job of it so far. No. No. No. He is not his father. This is different from whatever he has with Kyle.)

She released her hold on him and grabbed his hand, leading him towards her school.

“Well then, here are the basics. Everytime you look at me, just think of your favourite things to make your smile a little more genuine. Maybe call me by a pet name if you want. Keep your touch on me like you can’t keep your hands off of me and act really reluctant when you have to let go. You will only keep them my shoulders, arms, hands and waist or I will break your hand. I will do the same. If you are going to have to kiss me, give me a warning.” He looked into her blue eyes and nodded.

“Alright.”

“Oh. I almost forgot. In case they try to question our relationship. My favourite colour is red. My favourite song is ‘Fearless’ by Jagged Stone.(I love Taylor. Sue me) And we met online a few months ago. You came all the way to Paris to see me a month ago and asked me out. We will talk more that later. Oh, I also love designing and have dreams of being a famous fashion designer.-”

Marinette rambled on which Damian found a little endearing. He looked forward to knowing more about her. He added a few comments here or there about himself (because it was only fair.) and ways to improve their cover story about their relationship.

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“We are nearly at school. Let’s start the act, Romeo.” Marinette whispered at him and looked at him with a bright smile that brought a tiny smile to his face. Okay, maybe he liked Marinette a little bit but that doesn’t mean he’s in love with her.

He moved her hand holding his to the crook of his elbow.

“Is this acceptable, my lady?”

She wrinkled her nose, (Adorable. No. Don’t go there) “This is fine. But can you not call me that? And princess too? I may have erased his memories as Chat Noir but it could be a trigger to bring them back.”

“Understandable. What about Malak?”

She blushed. Marinette had learned Arabic a while back and was very fluent in the language.

“It’s okay.” She said in a soft voice. She put her other hand on his bicep and leaned on his shoulder.

“You don’t look like a touchy-feely person so is this fine?”

“Yes.”

“Cool, let me tell you more about the atrocious lies that had passed her mouth.”

They walked into the school courtyard, arm-in-arm, for the entire school, especially Marinette’s class, to see. The perfect picture of a loving couple. Marinette’s blush from earlier was evident on her face, leaving no room for doubt about her new relationship status. (Many guys, gals and pals were upset over it.) As they both walked up the stairs, whispering and laughing about who knows what (gulliable and idiotic classmates they have to suffer learning with), two pairs of green eyes followed them.

In this case, the saying ‘green-eyed monsters’ was true. One was envious of the boy who held the girl he wanted in his arms and the other was envious of the attention the couple was receiving.

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Damian escorted Marinette to her class. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and said, loud enough for the class to hear, “Bye, Malak. I will pick you up after school for our date.”

“B-bye, Damian.”

He took her hand, gave a kiss to the back of it and departed, leaving a very red-faced Marinette behind. The rest of the class parted the way as Damian walked past.

She rushed into her seat where Chloe sat beside it, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Sooooo, Mari-bug, how was your date? You two rushed out of there so quickly and left your stuff behind. So eager to spend time with your boyfriend, eh? You enjoyed it very much by the looks of it.”

“Sorry about that, Chloe. Did you bring my bag and the cheese danishes?” Marinette tried to change the topic. And she also wanted to make sure a god of destruction doesn’t go hungry and angsty during school. “Yep, here you go,” Chloe said, handing Marinette her bag and a box of cheese-flavoured snacks for Plagg, “Your mom packed some for you.”

“Marinette. Where have you been the last two days? And you came back with a boy. I am honestly worried about your behaviour.” Lila played the concerned classmate wonderfully.

“Yeah, Marinette. This is a new low, even for you.” Alya added.

Marinette readied herself to tell the cover story Damian and her worked out on the way here.

“Lila, I appreciate your ‘concern’. But the last four days have been a little hard on me so excuse me if I am a little snappy today. You see, Damian disappeared and didn’t return home after school on Friday. So when he didn’t pick up for our weekly video call, I panicked and called his family and they told me what happened. They sent me a plane to get out of Paris so I can’t get akumatized.”

“Was that why you were gone on Saturday?” Chloe asked, playing along although she already knew why Marinette wasn’t in Paris the last four days.

“Yeah. Sorry for not telling you guys. It was sorta last minute. Thankfully, he wasn’t kidnapped actually. His biological mother picked him up but never told his father that she was taking him. I just came back last night. Dami followed me to make sure I am okay.”

“What a bunch of bullcrap.” Alya said, “I don’t believe you.”

Oh. The irony... “Alya, I don’t care if you do. My life is my own business. So keep your nosy nose out of it. Your opinions don’t matter to me anymore, stranger.” Marinette internally was tired of this silly routine and wanted this to end already.

Alya wanted to pick a fight with her over the smallest things she did for the past months. She wondered why her former best friend hated her this much.

“Lila told me that you were skipping school and you paid an actor to be your pretend boyfriend.”

Pretending to not hear what Alya said, Marinette turned towards Chloe, “Hey, you never told me about how you met Tim. I can’t believe that you two are friends.”

“We met at one of those charity galas-”

“Hey, we were talking to you.” Alya cut her off. To which Chloe glared at the ombre-haired girl.

“I thought our conversation was done. What else am I supposed to say?”

Marinette was frustrated and hid that fact well, showing any reaction would give the game away. If she had reacted, it would further fuel the fire of Alya’s self-righteousness, making her believe that Marinette was somehow guilty of what Lila told her about. Lila managed to turn nearly the entire class against her by appealing to their ‘hero’ side and outbursts from Marinette and the others made them more sure of themselves of being in the right. It was so deep-rooted that nothing would sway them to logical reasoning. Maybe except Phase 2. Phase 1 was made a little easier when Talia kidnapped her and made her miss a few days of school.

Phase 2 was to not acknowledge the lies or just appear uninterested. It would illustrate the point that people don’t have to listen to them if they don’t want to. If possible, sow little seeds of doubt to the ones Lila had a looser grip on. The more people they can slowly get on their side, the better.

Alya was confused, usually Marinette would throw a ‘temper tantrum’ about how she didn’t do that and Lila lied.“I-, you should-, You should apologize to Lila.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, “For what this time?”

“For saying that she was lying.”

“Pray tell, when did in any of our conversations so far did I do that? I mean I don’t like the fact that she just accused me with little evidence of paying my someone to be my boyfriend but I am not going to fight with anyone over it. Maybe I did do that, Maybe I didn’t. Maybe there is a good reason I did those things. The thing is Lila should keep to her own business and I will keep to mine. And as should you. I know you are a reporter at heart but you should at the very least respect my privacy.”

Alya stayed silent, fuming. Everyone was looking at them now. She realized that the designer was right and if she pushed further, she would be the bad guy.

“I thought so. Now, go away. I have nothing else to say to you. Let Chloe finish her story of how she met Tim which you so rudely interrupted.”

“Who’s Tim?” Lila asked, wanting to know more about Marinette’s boyfriend to work on an angle to get him away from the ravenette.

“Mari-Bug’s boyfriend’s older brother. Now, shoo peasants, we are talking. Anyways, Mommy took me to when I was younger so I could mingle with all the other rich kids and get connections. Timothy was there and back then, he was still with the Drakes...”

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Lila and Alya returned to their seats, both were visibly upset although Lila was seething inside. When Marinette was not at school for the last two days, the Italian thought that it was the last she had seen of her. Today, she showed up with a handsome boy on her arm and by the looks of his clothes, rich too. If she manages to get ‘Damian’ to break up with that pest and date her instead, then she would have a rich, handsome boyfriend devoted to her and that brat would be so heart-broken that an akuma so powerful would be made that even Ladybug won’t be able to defeat. A two for one deal. Lila started planning (scheming) to take her boyfriend away.

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Edit: I am so sorry. I forget to add the taglist.

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#damian x marinette #maribat #ml x dc #daminette #mlb x dc #a failed betrothal #betrothal au: take 2

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mistkissedmoon · 3 years

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Damirae Batfamily headcanons

Tim:

He’d find any opportunity bring Damian and Raven together. He’d go out of his way to bring the two together, by planning a lunch with him, Damian and Raven and bail on them last second so they could be alone. If he wasn’t doing that, he’d be dropping these annoying hints in Damian’s direction about Raven.

“So you want to choose the bird character on this video game, huh? Well, that’s funny.” “Why is it funny?” “I don’t know, it just fits you, you know? You’ve got the whole robin gig going on, you clearly love Ravens, you-” “Tim, ENOUGH.”

Jason:

Whenever he was around, he’d probably try to wind him up by getting him jealous. Like telling him how she’s a lovely gal and that that one new kid on his team was asking about her. Genuinely just winding him up instead of being subtle so that flustered mess could maybe get the courage to speak to her and realize that he really likes her. He’s just get annoyed and pretend like he doesn’t care but both him and Jason knew he was pissed.

I think that whenever Raven and Jason hang out without Damian, he actually tries to be very sweet to her, first out of a genuine curiosity to know her and then because he begins to think she’s precious, like a little sister. On her side, she starts their relationship a little hesitant but grows to really appreciate how he checks in and talks books with her and eventually, when they’re fully brother and sister (in this universe) when he cuddles her or how protective he can get. It’s a belief of mine that Raven tries to offer her healing talents to doctors and the injured at the end of every fight (with an added bonus in that she can avoid the crowd/fans). When she hears how Jason is protecting Crime alley, she starts exclusively focusing her efforts there, as I don’t think many residents can afford medical care (timidly at first as she doesn’t want to step on anyone’s toes). Jason is (secretly) extremely grateful for this. Before with her help tending the injured, big gang fights that involve crime alley more than any other part of Gotham used to overwork him so much he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Being healed as well so quickly is definitely a plus although he watches her closely to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. Damian might be a teeny bit jealous about this as he wants to fight side by side with her and look after her after the battle.

Dick:

Since Damian is basically his little brother and he thinks of Raven as a little sister/daughter type similar to the whole Bruce/Dick situation, I think he’d be much more on the supportive side then the teasing. He’d swiftly bring up the topic casually so it wasn’t weird but he had his moments. Sometimes he would drop a comment that would get Damian not annoyed but beet red. I think Kori would be more on the smirky smug type always giving Damian these knowing looks haha.

Barbara:

- I’m not sure about Duke, but I think Stephanie could be skeptical. Mostly cause she’s the one who holds a fondness for Damian and she probably felt just slightly protective of him.. okay, maybe a lot protective. She would definitely be slightly wary of the demonic side of Raven cause she doesn’t want Damian mingling with more demons than he already has.

I don’t think she’d tease him because she was more on the neutral but cautious side. I think it wouldn’t be until after they got together and she witnessed RAven being selfless to save Damian from danger that she’d truly understand. Maybe then she’d properly teas Damian about how totally in love and taken he is and even in the beginning few months she’d ask him “So... when’s the wedding?” before disappearing as quickly as possible to avoid Damian going from flustered to pissed.

As for Bruce, oof:

Definitely wary and not a fan. Alfred tries to communicate with him about how the two make sense and it’s understandable why they feel a connection but Bruce is very protective of his son (protective of all the robins x10 after what happened to Todd). He doesn’t want another one trusting someone blindly and then ending up hurt one way or another. And he doesn’t trust Raven either, doesn’t trust the empath part of her at all. It’d take years and he’d discourage it all the way through but at one point he’d realize that she makes her son happy and goes out of her way to save him. So very very slowly, he’d start to accept her more and eventually it’d become a sweet relationship. Though the start would totally be messy.

The other robins and batgirls would be protective of her at the beginning of Bruce’s dislike. Jason would not really care for Bruce’s opinion, Cass would’ve been bummed by his reluctance as would Steph, Tim would’ve been rather stubborn with him and tell Bruce that he’s wrong to his face, but I think it would’ve been Dick who’d be most vocal about her and being protective over her. Like, not trying to push it with Bruce and get really annoyed but if it came up, he was more than willing to argue.

Me and bluescove/@soulselfs talked headcanons a bunch and she encouraged me to post these before she left. I hope @poiitisinstone enjoys them, I really like their headcanons.

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Galas With The Batboys HC

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I wanted to do this in the order they would come out of the limo lmao

Tim:

- He’s the only one of the family (besides Bruce) that is consistently at the galas so he’s a seasoned pro

- Getting out of the limo first then waiting to delicately take you hand and help you out

- “hey babe I know it’s loud and bright just look at me”

- Carefully leading you in glaring at anyone who asks rude questions

- Inside he doesn’t want you to leave his side

- While he’s making boring small talk with board members his hands are dancing around you

- Toying with the details of your dress, drumming a random rhythm on your hips, lightly rubbing your back, the only thing that keeps him remotely focused is you next to him

- people rarely flirt with you at galas, Tim has made it well known you’re his

- if anyone even puts a frown on your face he’s having Wayne Ent. security escorting them out

- Some nights you end up on Damian Patrol, essentially trying to make sure he doesn’t stab anyone while Tim shoots you reluctant smiles from where he’s stuck with some rich ancient grandma

- leaving the gala Tim always lets out a huge sigh, like he’s been holding in his breath the whole night

- boi needs to relieve some stress if ya know what I mean

- you ain’t complaining

Dick:

- He lets you get out first, as he steps out he pretends to be a paparrzi

- “Yes Y/N serve this look! Who are you wearing tonight babe? Wow, wow y’all jealous I got the vip?” He loves showing you off, relishing the flashing lights

- Inside the gala is chill, Dick talks to a couple friends he’s made over the years while the two of you sip fancy drinks

- Dick will let you wander off while he takes Damian Patrol, the two of you have a super trusting relationship and are both confident in your love for each other

- It makes the other boys groan

- Networking around the room when his hand will slide around your waist and you relax into his chest and continue talking

- Always hyping you up

- “Yes! She’s much too polite but let me tell you about this amazing thing she did the other day! I know she’s the best, can I give you her business card?”

- He’s the only one who will dance with you (do I hear discowing?) spinning you around in his arms, dipping you down, slow dancing while you rest your head on his cheek

- There’s always photos of the two of you at galas with headlines like “CUTEST COUPLE ALERT” or “ADORABLE DICK GRAYSON x Y/N MOMENTS CAPTURED AT WAYNE GALA” and the two of you love looking at the pictures from the night

- Leaving a little early to go eat real food with Dick and Dami probably because Jason either left earlier or got kicked out and Tim has to stay

- Throwing fries at Dick with Damian and feeling like a little family, no burden on either of the boys who are usually so tense, surprisingly galas are always one of your favorite memories with Dick

Damian

- Damian makes you come in on your own because he’s scared the paparazzi will go after you and he doesn’t want his beloved to be fluster

- boi is constantly complaining about the irrelevance of attending galas

- Hold his hand so he can’t punch people in the face

- Both of you trying (and succeeding) to get alcoholic drinks from the bar

- Wayne Galas are only bearable if you’re both a little tipsy

- Damian is super affectionate when he thinks other suitors are looking at you

- “Mhm beloved have I told you that the color of the dress is stunning on you? Your stylist has good taste, how much are you paying them?”

- “Yes thank you Dami. You literally picked it”

- “So I will receive my payment will I not?”

- he always does

- The two of you trying to hide from Dick because he ships you guys so hard he might implode if he sees all the hand holding, temple kissing, and quiet complimenting

- Tim is so relieved that Damian brings you because there’s no need for Damian Patrol when you’re holding his hand and reminding him it would make you sad if he hurt someone at the gala

- Galas are uncomfortable for Damian, but with you the few he has to go to seem much better, you would do anything to improve his mood during galas and the two of you do your best to make it bearable

Jason

- You both pregamed for the gala (pre-gala-ed?)

- Stumbling out last from the limo you can see Tim and Dick groaning

- Jason gets angry at the paparazzi and they know this, so no one takes pictures of the two of you as you walk in. There’s always a few secret photos of Jason smirking at the photographers while you roll your eyes

- He has them framed he loves them so much

- Your moral code is always conflicted at galas with Jason, let him be the devil on your shoulder or be the angel on his?

- You let him wreak a little havoc, it’s entertaining to say the least

- Because he doesn’t like photos not many people know you’re with him

- Jealous Jason™

- Hands and lips all over you to Tim’s disgust

- Making out in the bathroom or broom closet at least once

- After a stern conversation from Bruce, Dick, or Tim (sometimes of combo of the three) you’ll try to reign in the Jason Chaos

- You’ll definitely leave early

- “Good job Y/N that should remind Bruce not to drag us to another gala for at least 3 months”

Bruce

- Has a migraine the whole time, especially if all the boys bring their S/O

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Exceeding expectations

Valentine’s Day (Masterlist)

Request: Anonymous: Hey this is for the Valentine’s Day promps! Tony, ⚡️, enemies to lovers, 4. & 11.

4. “I bought a dress, shaved my legs, and put makeup on. I refuse to be stood up.”

11. “Cupid just shot me in the ass with an arrow!”

Pairing: Student!Tony Stark x Fem!Student!Reader

Summary: All your life you have been focused on your studies, for you that was all that mattered, but during your third year of university things take a sharp turn and love appears in your life.

Warnings: College AU. SMUT ⚡️

Word count: 7254

A/N: This is very long! It has gotten out of hand. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

At the age of thirteen you had discovered that love, or rather what adults used to call love, because you barely knew what those four letters meant, doesn't always bring you happiness. Jason Filton had sent you a note in the middle of Biology class informing you that you were no longer dating and that his new girlfriend was Sarah Rickman. After reading it, you threw the paper over his head as hard as you could, making all your classmates laugh and you ended up in the headmaster's office. At that moment you decided that love was rubbish, as well as everything else that had to do with it, so you chose to dedicate your life to more important things, such as your studies, and that's how you got a place in one of the best universities in the country.

For the first two years of aeronautical engineering you abhorred any distraction that would make you lose track of your own path. No parties, no conversations of more than ten minutes with anyone that weren't helpful to your future, no going home for holidays, it was all a waste of time that tended to break up your daily routine. Your university lifestyle tended to be unconventional, and unconventional didn't tend to go unnoticed in those places, and it didn't help that you were a year ahead of everyone else and your grades were above average. It seemed that everything stood in your way, but you used to overcome obstacles with great ability, you didn't let anything get to you, especially coming from society.

In the third year things changed, you were offered the possibility of taking two parallel degrees, as many subjects were validated, there was no evidence that you accepted, so in your weekly planning began to appear subjects of mechanical engineering. At no point did it ever occur to you that this choice would bring with it some murky consequences that you did not have in mind. A smarty-pants is not always well accepted in a class when there is already a person who occupies that position, there he was, the cause of all your future ills during the university year ahead, Tony Stark.

It's not that you hadn't competed with people like this before, well, you'd never really come across someone like this before, he was worthy of analysis, one of a kind, any student of psychology or even anthropology would be willing to do a doctorate on him. Although he obviously wouldn't come out of that research alive.

A week after attending those classes, you discovered that he was the same age as you, so he was also advanced in Mechanical Engineering, but the most surprising thing was that he already had a PhD in Physics, which made you wonder what you were doing wrong. Even so, the most curious thing is that he hardly paid any attention in class, he spent the whole time chatting amicably with his colleagues in the back row, but every time he was asked he answered the professor's questions correctly and wittily. He was a scholar, and that got on your nerves, although it was easy for you to hide it.

You avoided getting in his way at all times, but it was very easy for him to do so whenever you were in class, and one point in your favour was that when classes were over you used to lock yourself in your bedroom, and you were lucky that your classmate hardly ever came around, so those 15 square metres were all for you. But even so, the biggest drawback of your third year was not the competition with Tony Stark, it was someone else, James Barton.

James was a boy who shared some Mechanical Engineering classes with you, he was a year older than you and it was more than evident that he was a real inconvenience, because from the first day you entered the Micro/Nano Engineering Laboratory and he sat next to you, you knew you were in serious trouble. You felt the same as when Jason Filton at the beginning of eighth grade invited you for an ice cream in the cafeteria, that's right, that was the closest thing to love you had ever felt, that's why you knew you were in serious trouble.

During the first few months there were no clear developments, mostly because you never noticed any interest on his part. In your case, you hid with all your might the excitement you felt every time Tuesday morning came and you had to share a lab with him, the last thing you wanted was to look like a desperate high school teenager every time you saw him. But by magic, or perhaps fate, things gave you an incentive for your relationship as classmates to evolve.

Apparently James had been down with the flu for a week, so he was unable to attend class that Tuesday, it was obvious to you from the first moment you saw his empty seat. Therefore, Mr. Gregory thought it appropriate, since you always sat next to him, that you could bring him the material he had offered during that class. You were grateful that he thought there was at least a friendship between the two of you, it was an incipient one for you. You were a little reluctant at first, mostly because you didn't think it was appropriate to introduce yourself to him in his dormitory when you had barely spoken a word to each other beyond a morning greeting and a goodbye when you left class, but you chose to accept it as a personal challenge.

It was not complex to find out which dorm you were staying in, nor to find out which room you were in, the complexity was in making proper social conversation, as your social skills were far from what any young person could wish for. Nor did the male gazes cast upon you as you entered the building and began to walk down those corridors to the third floor help, you didn't know if you were in a dorm, a circus or a petting zoo. It made you wonder how those people had managed to get a place at MIT.

You positioned yourself in front of the wooden door with a set of papers and notes from Mr. Gregory's class in your hands, replaying over and over in your mind how you could start an ordinary conversation, but before you could knock on the door someone behind you thought you needed help so with his knuckles he rapped on the wood.

"If you don't knock no one will open the door," said a boy flashing you a friendly smile, perhaps the first you had ever seen in that place, as he continued on his way.

"Come in!" exclaimed a voice behind that door, you knew at that moment it was James.

Taking a breath you slowly rested your hand on the doorknob and turned it slightly, leaving only a small gap to put your head through.

"I'm sorry," you began, "I don't mean to intrude. I'm just dropping off the notes and materials Mr. Gregory gave in class today. He thought they might come in handy for next week's class."

James was lying on the bed, you found that the atmosphere was a little heavy with sweat mixed with his particular scent with hints of cinnamon, but the moment he discovered who his visitor was he sat up and started to pick up some tissues that were scattered on the sheets.

"God... I'm sorry, this is a mess," he said, taking the wastepaper basket in his hands and stuffing everything he could find into it, his tone totally congested.

"No, don't worry about it," you added quickly, stepping into the room. "Don't mind me, I was just coming to bring you the notes and I was just leaving."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, collapsing back onto the bed from flu-like exhaustion.

"That's all right," you gave him a small smile and put the material you had brought on the desk nearest his bed. "I guess you'll understand everything, but if you don't understand anything or need anything at all you can tell me."

"Thank you very much," he said leaning back against the wall, "I appreciate it."

You nodded smiling at him, thankful that the situation hadn't been too complicated, at least so far, so you decided not to push your luck and head for the door.

"Wait," he exclaimed as best he could behind you, causing your footsteps to stop and you to turn back to him. "Would you like to go out for a drink sometime?"

During those moments you were trying to process his request to buy you a drink the dormitory door opened with a thunderous bang against the wall, bringing you face to face with your beloved Mechanical Engineering partner.

"Oops, sorry, am I interrupting something?" he said curiously, contemplating you both gradually.

"Could you not give those bumps every time you come in?" complained James almost incomprehensibly due to congestion.

"Sure mate," having said that he gingerly closed up and walked over to his bed, picked up a book, lay down and pretended to browse through it.

"So?" James looked back up at you waiting for an answer.

It had all happened so fast that your mind had not yet come to terms with the situation, but all you had to do was say "sure", "yes, I'd love to" or "of course, that would be fine", but you only managed to nod with a small smile.

"That's a yes?" he asked trying to clarify your intentions.

"Sure," you managed to say between nods, which managed to extract a smile from your partner. "So... I'll see you next week in class. I hope you get better."

To your surprise you had overcome that personal challenge with great talent, you knew that if your sister were present she would award you the medal for bravery, not only for having talked to a boy, but for having managed to get a possible future date with great elegance, and without hardly expecting it. But what you didn't realise, or at least not until first thing on Wednesday morning, was that you were in for some curious comments from your opponent about the previous day's events.

"So you're going out with Barton," he said almost before he sat down behind you. "I thought your social life was limited to striking up a conversation with the lady at the post office one Sunday a month."

Over time you had learned that the best thing you could do was to ignore that annoying little voice that sat behind you every Wednesday and tried to interrupt you every time you were offering an explanation during class. It was the best way you had found to get through those first few months with him.

But it wasn't all that simple, especially when you and James started a friendship that developed into something a little more serious just before the Christmas holidays. Like any other relationship where two people are attracted to each other the search for intimacy is normal and ordinary, during the third year of university you were lucky that your roommate was practically a ghost and you found the best place to have your own intimacy, because obviously you didn't know why Tony Stark was always in his bedroom, and when he wasn't he used to appear at the most inopportune moments, and worst of all without knocking.

"Are you crazy?" you exclaimed, hiding under the covers. "Don't you know how to knock?!"

"Oh, come on! It's nothing I haven't seen before," he said throwing himself on his bed. "Don't worry about me, I don't care."

At those moments you didn't know whether to get up and cross his face or just not show up there anymore, because things didn't stop there, he used to drag out the subject at hand and make inappropriate comments to you in class, such as "I hope you used protection" or "you forgot your bra" or "if you need any advice you know you can ask me for it". It was quite frustrating, because there was little you could do about it, just ignore him or else he would come over the top.

Apart from that everything seemed to work perfectly with James, or at least that's what it seemed to you, the two months that you had been together things were coming together without forcing them, you met every now and then to go out to eat, you took advantage of the moments you were alone to study and sometimes things generated moments of intimacy, it was the closest thing you had had to a love relationship, although your experience was very basic in that matter in question. So basic that you barely understood a lot of things and you could be very naive about anything to do with social relationships.

Discussions started to become your daily routine, they all came hand in hand because of your clashing characters, he used to have a very evolved social life, three times a week, he even skipped some classes because of the hangover that the night before he had self-inflicted, although you accepted his lifestyle, you didn't share it at all and his constant initiatives to integrate you in his environment didn't usually turn out as he expected. So a constant back and forth ensued from then on, which brought out a character you didn't like.

You began to hear rumours, which you tried to avoid, so as not to get caught in the net. These rumours ranged from whether James had hooked up with Nancy Skelton the night before to whether he had taken her to his room. So every time you sought an explanation he seemed to find himself sufficiently unwilling to offer one. The same thing happened on Valentine's Day.

You had been ignoring the rumours that were torpedoing your ears for two weeks, James had sworn and swore to you that nothing that was going around the halls of the college was true, that he hadn't done anything with anyone at the frat party. You, like an innocent fool, accepted his words, letting yourself be carried away by those green eyes that knew how to make your legs tremble. So that meant that the Valentine's dinner was still on. It was the first time you had bought a dress for a special occasion on your own, you didn't choose to take risks, black was always welcome and straps too, although you really did take risks with the neckline, and with the reddish lipstick. In short, you wanted me to discover that you could also become Nancy Skelton for a night, but apparently I didn't feel like checking it out. You waited for twenty minutes in your room for him to come and get you, but you thought something must have happened, so you headed off to find out for yourself.

Again, as if you were in a circus attraction, and you were the main attraction, you rushed through the corridors of the male dorm with whistles, sexist comments and cheers behind you. It was Thursday night, which meant that the party had started early that evening and most of them had traded blood for alcohol. You knocked on the door, waited a few seconds but no one answered, knocked again, but the case was ignored so you tried to turn the doorknob, but to your surprise the room was locked.

"What the hell?" you asked yourself.

Totally confused you look at your wristwatch, expecting to have got the time wrong, but no, it was 8:35 p.m. just thirty-five minutes later than you had arranged. You stood there for a couple of minutes waiting for him to appear out of nowhere, but the most you could find was one of his mates running past you in his underwear.

"Hey! Do you know where James Barton is?" you exclaimed trying to find an answer.

"In the common room!" he shouted without turning to look at you.

Looking like a complete idiot for not having considered that fact you walked back through the hallway in embarrassment in the direction of the common room, from where laughter, shouting and anything else that involved a group of boys with beer bottles around them was emanating. When you appeared through the door frame there was little time for your presence to be noticed.

"What have we got here?!"

"Oh my god, is this my birthday present?"

"Shut your mouths you idiots!" James stood up from his seat and walked towards you, with a subtle wobble in his body and his eyes completely rolled back in his head. "Is it time already?"

"It's actually been forty minutes," your arms were still crossed preventing his body from approaching yours. You could smell the stench of beer all over him, even his shirt was stained with a few drops.

"All right, all right," he said abandoning the bottle on a bookshelf. "Let's go."

Unable to hold on, and under the watchful eyes and laughter of his companions he offered you his arm, but lost his balance and fell to the ground, right at your feet. You took a deep breath and began to let it out very slowly, but you barely flinched, you couldn't believe what was happening to you at that moment. James tried to get up as best he could and stood back up in front of you, pulling his shirt back on.

"Come on," he made a second attempt.

"No, no James," you said in the most serious tone you could rescue from your broken insides. "I'm not going anywhere with you. But you know what, I bought a dress, shaved my legs, and put makeup on. I refuse to be stood up. So I'm going to take advantage of the reserve we have." You uncrossed your arms for the first time and pointed your finger at him. "Ah! And in case you haven't made it clear, it's over between us."

The cheers went up like you'd just scored a touchdown in the middle of the national finals, but you just kept your composure and got out of the place as quickly as possible. You were so pissed off about the situation, as well as yourself, that you felt the sting running through your veins. You asked yourself over and over again how you had been so stupid as to get into this situation, you, but you couldn't find a coherent answer. You assumed that smoke must be billowing from your head as you cut your way through the labyrinthine corridors to get out of the building as quickly as possible, but just around the corner the one person who could complicate things appeared.

"Hey!" he exclaimed behind you, picking up his pace and coming up beside you. "I was thinking, why go to dinner alone when you can have good company?"

You turned your head to the right, flashing him the most incoherently terrified look you could extract from yourself at the moment, but Tony didn't seem to care enough because even that didn't stop his grin from being wiped off his face.

"Are you kidding me?" your footsteps were rather light. "Oh, of course not! Do you really think I'll accept you coming to dinner with me?"

"Do you have someone better to go with?" his arrogance was pushing you over the edge.

"Of course! Me, alone," you said walking down the steps of the dorm and stepping outside.

"Really, by yourself on the most romantic night of the year, in a small Bistro in downtown Boston?" he said without breaking away from you. "That sounds really sad," he paused. "Do you have a car?"

"Welcome to the world, I don't need a man to go out to dinner whenever I feel like it and there are taxis," you walked as if you were going to miss the train of your life.

"Alright!" Tony definitely seemed to give up and fall in behind you, "See ya!"

You were so upset at the time that the only thing on your mind was to head for the campus taxi rank, and so you did. You were lucky that there were a couple of taxis waiting, so it didn't take you more than fifteen minutes to get to the door of the Bistro, located in the centre of Boston. The place was really charming to anyone's eyes, its round tables were perfectly placed to offer a cosy dinner to any of its diners. The candles offered that romantic air that anyone could want on that night of the year, and the aroma of traditional dishes was wafting from inside, whetting anyone's appetite.

You looked outside through the glass windows to see the couples who seemed to be enjoying a really lovely evening, it was at that moment that your spirited idea seemed to wane, for now it didn't seem to make much sense to go inside and dine completely alone under the watchful eyes of the waiters who wondered what had happened to put you in such a situation. The metre who stood at the door waiting to receive his customers watched you, for you were only a few feet away from him.

"Do you wish to wait inside, miss?" he asked with a pleasant smile.

"No, I..." you shook your head as if to leave.

"I'm here baby," a hand took hold of your waist. "Sorry it took me so long, it's impossible to park in this area."

As you heard that voice and felt that hand on your waist you knew immediately who it was, caramel coloured eyes accompanied by a wide smile were looking at you right next to you, you were about to give him a push if it wasn't for the fact that that metre opened the access door to the place and the last thing you wanted was to make a scene in the middle of the street.

"Did you have a reservation?" asked the waiter, checking the list.

"Yes, under the name of James Barton," said Tony, barely letting you speak.

"By all means, follow me," he began walking among the diners arriving at a small round table just outside the window, where he didn't take a second to light the candle that adorned the table. "Will you have something to drink in the meantime?"

"Yes, what wine do you recommend?" his way of waving his hand embarrassed you, he seemed to want to pretend to be knowledgeable.

"Oh, we have a Château Montrose, which goes perfectly with the meat tastings," he informed her.

"Perfect," nodded Tony, opening the menu.

As quickly as the waiter left, your attitude changed, expressing all your feelings with your face.

"Are you crazy?" you whispered, leaning towards him so that no one else could hear you. "Do you have any idea what that wine might be worth? But more importantly, what the hell are you doing? What are you doing here? What is this?"

"Oh come on, you know if I hadn't come you'd be back in college right now, don't you?" he cocked his head to the side and smiled at you, "Besides, the wine and dinner is on me, just enjoy the night."

"Enjoy the night? With you? Really?" you frowned, it was unbelievable to you that this was happening, but at least he'd had the courtesy to ditch those rock band t-shirts he used to wear and that messy hair, he'd shown up in a white shirt and black peg trousers.

The wine soon arrived and you'd be lying if you said it didn't help the dinner go more smoothly, allowing you to chat like two normal people. You found it hard to let go of that stubborn attitude you have inside you, but when you managed to put it aside you came to discover that Tony could be a lot of fun, even if he didn't share your sense of humour. You spent two hours discovering similarities in each other and also many differences, but it was a fruitful conversation, for the candle that lit the centre of your table was gone. You surprised yourself by observing more than once the features of his face, his honey-coloured hazel eyes, his upturned nose, his full lips and the way he smiled that seemed to bring out your colours every time he did it. But you blamed it all on the bottle of wine you had finished between the two of you.

When they brought the bill he barely allowed you to look at it, as he deposited his american express and smiled proudly at you.

"How about now...?"

"Shall we go back to campus?" you cut him off by stepping outside with a smile you couldn't keep off your face and pink cheeks.

"Well, actually, I was thinking..."

"I'm exhausted," you cut him off again, draping your jacket over your shoulders. "Besides, we have a class first thing in the morning."

" Okay!" he exclaimed in a melodious tone shoving his hands into his pockets. "Then we'll go back to campus."

In three minutes you found yourself sitting inside a red Porsche, which was going at a speed well above what you were used to. From the speakers came the sound of the Australian rock band AC/DC, but without knowing why Tony stopped the music.

"What's wrong?" you asked looking at him quizzically.

"I thought you didn't like it," he shrugged. "You were very quiet."

"First of all, I was listening, I like it," you began, "and secondly, in case I didn't like it you don't have to indulge me, this isn't a date, or anything like that."

"All right," he gave a half-smile and turned the music back on. "So this isn't a date..."

You smiled quizzically at his last words, trying to assume that it had been the alcohol that had given you that little smile and not your subconscious that seemed rather pleased by the last two hours you had spent together. During the drive you couldn't help but laugh when you discovered his imitations of Angus Young, the lead guitarist of the band you were listening to. But the situation changed when the Porsche pulled up right in front of your dorm, but before you had even taken off your seatbelt your door was open and Tony's hand was waiting to help you out.

"Thank you..." you whispered a little reluctantly. "Oh, you don't need to come with me, I think it's rather late, so I'd better..."

" Okay," he nodded smiling, again that wry smile that you knew was going to cause you to either want to come along or not.

"Alright," you said giving up and walking towards the inside of the building. "Don't even think about making a sound."

"Please, I'm all grave," he said behind you as you walked up the stairs, but he didn't keep his word as a stumble caused the sound to bounce all over the stairwell.

"Tony..." you reproached him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he raised his hands in his defence.

Within a minute you had reached the door leading to your room and the awkward moment of saying goodbye was upon you, face to face.

"Okay, well... I guess thank you very much for... dinner and for walking me to the door," you nodded without knowing why in a slightly nervous tone.

"It's been my pleasure," he bowed, his voice sounding utterly confident, the opposite of yours.

"Great... so, I'll see you in class tomorrow," you rummaged through your bag to find your room key and when you had it in your hand and looked back up at him you discovered Tony's gesture biting his bottom lip, so your mouth let out, "or maybe..."

Why the hell had you blurted out those three words, 'Or maybe...' 'Or maybe what?' Your unconscious was working and coming alive in you, your inner self was saying that you didn't want to part with him so soon and that you couldn't wait for him to come into the room with you.

"Or maybe?" a half-smile came to life on his face, showing you part of his tongue running subtly across his upper lip that made your heart race. But finding that you didn't know what to say in that instant, he added, "Are you inviting me in?"

"I..." you looked a little hesitant, but found the courage to face the situation, "Only if... you feel like it."

There was a few moments of silence in which your wives seemed to be electrified.

"All right, but first I think you should know something," he added, breaking the moment of sexual tension that had built up. "The James rumours are true. I caught him and Nancy in our bedroom," he paused and tucked back a strand of hair that had come loose. "I should have told you before."

Why did you feel as if you knew deep down that this event was true? Maybe because it only took you three months of being with James to find out what he was really like, a total prick. But the funny thing is that when you took in those words, the sexual tension returned, making you forget everything he'd told you.

"Okay," you nodded with a blank stare, "So does that mean you don't want to come in?"

Again he made that arrogant smile present again that even as he brought his face close to yours to catch your lips did not disappear. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, crushing your body against the wooden door, preventing you from escaping from that place if you were planning to do so. It was really infuriating, to have his lips between yours and still feel the need to have him closer. You were so lost that the key slipped from your fingers, catching Tony's attention and he opted to pull away from you and bend down for it, you hated those seconds, but instantly you discovered his hands roaming the nakedness of your legs along with his lips rediscovering that new area.

"Come on Tony," you begged, resting your hand on the doorknob so as not to give in to his touch as it slowly crept up your thighs. "Open the door."

With a small nibble on the inside of your left thigh he pulled himself back up to your height to force your lips together as he tried his best to open the door as best he could in the dark. You felt the door offer you passage into a room dimly lit by the moonlight coming through the window. Tony closed the door behind you regardless of the noise he made in doing so.

" Damn it, Tony," you said, pulling away from him.

He took the opportunity to pull your dress up to your waist and wrap your legs around his waist to direct you towards your bed. The position is really intimate, but your head wasn't in the right place to dwell on it at the moment, there was practically nothing romantic about what was happening or what was going to happen in a few minutes. During the ride you opted to get rid of the black dress that seemed to be burning your skin by dropping it to the floor, revealing your naked body only covered by a pair of black panties.

"Shit. Cupid just shot me in the ass with an arrow!" he exclaimed finding his gaze at the level of your breasts.

Tony's body collapsed on the mattress, unable to take his eyes off your body, he maintained an upright, seated position, straddling him. Your gazes connected, in your eyes there was nothing but tension and lust, the passion of two young university students who needed to let off steam as soon as possible. However, inside you both hid a sense of nervousness that you kept from coming out.

Although you'd had sex with James before, you weren't exactly an expert on the subject, but something inside you was working, making it seem like you had no problem with it. In Tony's case you had heard things, but you didn't know how much of it was true or not. Still, Tony's kisses trailing his mouth down your neck were methodical, the way he brushed his tongue, bit into your neck and finished by pressing a soft kiss seemed to transport you to paradise, just as it did him, as you could see it in the hardness forming between your folds. A moan escaped your lips causing your hips to move gently to feel more firmly what was hidden in his trousers.

"Oh, god, do that again," Tony uttered against your ear in a completely gnawed tone of voice.

As if it was a command you were incapable of refusing, you did it again. His hands gripped your thighs firmly and his lips lingered on your breasts for the first time, brushing his lower lip over your right nipple, letting his intense breathing fan it. Your back arched bringing your breasts closer against his mouth, likewise your fingers found themselves stirring his hair. Tony simply played with his tongue against you offering equal attention to both breasts, making sure it was pleasurable, and he assumed he was succeeding thanks to the sounds coming from inside you.

Your hips kept making circular motions pressing against him trying to relieve the need that had built up in your core. Tony seemed to feel the same need so he parted his lips from your breasts and made a sudden movement grabbing your waist and trying to flip you over on the bed, trying because in the process he caused your head to hit the bedside table next to the mattress.

"Shit!" he exclaimed with a surprised look on his face, but your reaction generating a giggle in you, calmed him down expressing a smile. "I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay," you say finally taking the position he wanted, lying down on the bed and finding Tony's body on top of yours.

You feel his lips moving over your skin again as he undoes his shirt, uncovering every part of his back with your fingertips. Your whole body was being a mess, the path of his tongue was heading south, his fingertips formed circles around your navel and his mouth had a clear direction, you felt it when his fingers brushed the top of your panties. All you could do was keep your eyes closed with your head on the pillow, bite your lower lip to stop the curses coming from inside you and press your legs against each other.

"Open your legs," he whispered against your skin and then placed a kiss on your lower belly, making all your nerves want to explode. "I'll be gentle, promise."

You feel those words crash against your skin, and as if they were a switch they are able to make your legs open subtly giving way to the fabric of your underwear sliding down your thighs. Tony decides to take his time until he manages to extract them through your feet as he doesn't take his eyes off your completely naked body exposed before him. He slid his fingers around the inside of your legs to again run his lips up and down them so that his hands were free to free himself from your trousers.

"Do you have...?" he asked moving his kisses up your thighs.

"What...?" the word almost came as a plea from your lips.

"Condoms," he said against your skin.

Something in your brain clicked, bringing you back to consciousness in those moments, you lifted your head off the pillow and looked directly into Tony's eyes that were practically over your core in those moments.

"Are you telling me you don't have any condoms?" you asked with a frown, a little gruff at the situation you were in.

"Well, I wasn't really planning on ending the night like this," he lifted his face with a smile from between your thighs, but as he watched your head fall frustratingly against the pillow he added, "Okay honey, don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

As quickly as he uttered those words he managed to get your lower limbs onto his shoulders, meeting again between your thighs. That was the first time you discovered what lips on your clitoris felt like. Your frustration was fully replaced by pleasure, a pleasure that made every part of your body tremble. You really didn't know how you could have missed this for so long. Your hands were fixed on either side of your body gripping the sheet tightly, but there came a point when you couldn't let him pull away from you, so you curled your fingers in his hair. Right now you had Tony Stark kissing and licking your most intimate part and all you could think about was that his movements wouldn't stop.

"Please... Don't stop," you urged between moans, feeling two fingers thrust inside you at your words.

You find yourself in complete disbelief, you're a mess, and you can't help but open your eyes and look at the one causing the disaster, who just like you was a complete mess against your intimacy. That action, along with the speed of his movements inside you and his moans against you, causes all your senses to connect and decide that the time has come to explode. You drop your head back down onto the pillow, arching your back in an attempt to establish a closer connection with him. You're exhaling, screaming his name between your moans without thinking about who might hear you. He continues to consume you, sucking you in as he brings you to full orgasm. Your limbs slowly manage to steady their movements, until the euphoria inside you ends with a soft moan.

Tony subtly withdraws his fingers from inside you as he leaves his wet kisses around your thighs, searching for your gaze amidst the mess of sheets that existed around you at that moment. He finds himself climbing up your body, kissing every part of it gently until he reaches your face where he catches your lower lip between his teeth.

"I told you, I'll take care of everything," he added with a half-smile. "And I think I've managed to exceed expectations."

"It's possible," you kissed him again finding your breathing much calmer. "That means it's my turn now."

With more skill than he did, you were able to get his body underneath yours in an instant, causing his tongue to come out and lick his upper lip. It was obvious that he was tremendously proud of the job he had just done, thanks to how well you had let him know with your facial and guttural expressions. But now it was your moment, discovering that your needs had not yet been fully satisfied and that you had a burning need inside you to feel him in you. Your kisses moved from his lips to his neck, taking on the taste of his perfume. You exerted just enough pressure with your teeth to profess from his throat his sweet gasps that were filling you with madness.

The path of your kisses was present on his chest, which rose and fell because of his accelerated breathing. He was soft, sweat was present on him from the previous exertion, but you hardly thought that fact mattered to you. Your tongue had reached his lower abdomen with great skill, the evidence of which was that Tony had chosen to lose eye contact with your actions and now looked a complete mess biting his knuckles. If it had been any other time you would have enjoyed the scene in front of your eyes causing him to beg, but he had been so good to you and you were so eager to kiss what was hidden by his briefs that you wasted little time in sliding the fabric down his thighs and releasing his erection.

You had been in that situation only once before in your life, so you opted for a marked subtlety in bringing your lips to his tip and licking it clean of his pre-cum. Luckily for you the noises coming from Tony were a map for your movements. you just start by testing the ground, tasting it, feeling it deep in your throat.

"Don't stop, whatever you do. I like that, a lot," his hand wrapped through the strands of your hair as his gaze focused on you.

Those words ignite your movements, you circle his shaft with one hand, accompanying the movements, you find that it intensifies his panting and generates a slight movement in his hips that causes him to thrust his erection deeper against your throat. You bring your free hand to his hips instilling a show of confidence and acceptance of his thrusts, which causes Tony to increase his speed.

"Shit, I'm so close, keep going -," his frantic tone could barely finish the sentence.

You felt the hand disappear from your head allowing you to withdraw right then and there, but his desperation was also shared by you, and just as you had orgasmed against his lips as you couldn't hold him inside you wanted to feel him as much as possible. Throbbing moments later inside your throat, accompanied by curses accompanied by your name coming from inside Tony. His hand returned to its proper place, dropping subtly to your head, enticing you to follow his movements.

Your lewd movements stopped over time as you noticed his limbs returning to their normal function and his breathing resumed its normal rhythm. You withdrew, offering her a soft kiss on the tip, and connected your gaze with hers, which strangely seemed a little embarrassed.

"I hope the walls are thick," you commented with an arched eyebrow.

He merely took in your smiling face and intertwined his fingers with yours to bring you closer to his height. He placed your bodies sideways, intertwining your legs, and with his fingertips he wiped the droplets of saliva from around your lips.

"So... would you say I've exceeded expectations too?" you asked, caressing his bare arms.

"I don't know," he said hesitantly. "I need more than one round to find out."

His half-smile lifted again, in no doubt that that had been the best sexual experience he'd had to date, because not all rumours are true.

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Young Octavian- part 2

This happens some years after the first part. Now Jason and Octavian are Reyna's friend and their relationship is complicated. Just like the last one you can decide their ages.

Also this didn't go where I wanted it to go, like I had my ideas while I was cleaning the kitchen I think and until I got to write them down they were mostly messy or forgotten. Besides the ending was just a surprise to me, anyway I hope this is enjoyable.

@zazzander I thought you might like this one, since it is about Jason, Reyna and Octavian relationship.

Part 1

TW: Depressive character with suicidal thoughts.

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Octavian just wanted to distract himself. He just wanted to play mithomagic with Jason and Reyna and act like life was only formed by those moments.

"Hey, are the next praetors of the legion ready to play mithomagic?"

Jason smiled to him while Reyna seemed very confused for a moment.

"Damn it, I forgot the cards. Just a moment, I'm gonna get them."

And then she was out of the room before anyone could say anything. The boys just looked to where she went away without saying anything. The silent only ended when Octavian sat next to Jason.

"You don't know if we're gonna be praetors Tav"

"Of course you are going to be praetors. You guys are the golden child of the camp"

"And you are okay with that? I mean, your parents wanted you to be praetor right?"

"My parents don't give a shit about me, I don't see why I should give a shit about them."

"But, well..." Jason breathed deeply "don't you also want to be praetor?"

The question made Octavin reluctant. Jason didn't think about him like the legion did, right?

"Even if I wanted, which I don't, it wouldn't be possible. If being the augur and the centurion of the first cohort already exhaust me so much, imagine if I had to be praetor. Way more responsabilities than now, way less time to rest." Way more people to disapoint "Maybe I would end up dying of exhaustion!" Maybe becoming praetor wasn't such a bad idea.

"This makes sense it is just that this subject seemed to make you angry, you know?"

Oh, it all make sense now.

"It is just my parents"

"I'm back!" Reyna shouted "We can start playing"

...

When they were in the 6th round Jason needed to go away, some problem in his cohort. Reyna and Octavian decided to end the game.

"You know, you didn't need to act like that."

"Like what?"

Was he being rude? Did he broke some rule while playing the game? Did he-

"This passive-agressive. We know you are hurt and sad and jealous because you are not going to be able to praetor but that doesn't mean you need to act like this. You know this whole thing has been realy stressful to Jason. Be the star of the camp, all the pressure put on him, people just assuming he wants to become praetor and be a leader and this stuff. And then you come here and just throws all this stuff at his face. I... it was really petty. Don't do that again"

What was Reyna talking about? Octavina wanted to ask but she just left the room before he could do anything.

They knew he was jealous?! Jason didn't want to be praetor and didin't tell him?! He told Reyna, but not him who was his friend for more time?!

Octavian started breathing heavily. He couldn't understand. Jason would tell him if he wasn't confortable about the praetor stuff... right? And he knew Octavian for years so he wouldn't just believe in what everyone was saying. Of course not.

Maybe... maybe Reyna was just exaggerating. Yeah, that is it. She have known him for some months now, she knew him better than this. They both knew. Besides they were friends.

Unless they weren't.

Octavian was crying.

Was all that time of friendship fake? Were they just pretending to believe on him? To care about him? To trust on him? Was it all fake?

Octavian looked to the table where they were playing mithomagic. Why the gods hated him so much? Why give him two friends if they would just be fake in the end? Why make this with him when he was already so lonely?

A shiny object caught his attention. A dagger. He then imagined himself stabbin himself and dying. Would anyone miss him if he did that? He always thought that Jason would, lately he also imagined Reyna suffering. But since they were fake friends, would they miss him? Or would they celebrate his death?

And then Octavian had a new thought: What would happen if he stabbed Jason and Reyan instead? What if he had revenge for the way the two pieces of trash used and lied to him?

Well, then finally the way he was treated would be deserved.

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pwilzfan73 · 3 years

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In Praise of Patrick Wilson, Scream King

The classically trained actor has been acclaimed for his work onstage. But in ghost stories like “Insidious” and “The Conjuring,” he’s proven to be a master of horror.

Patrick Wilson in “The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It.” The actor brings both an intensity and a reassurance to the franchise. Credit...Warner Bros.

By Calum Marsh, The New York Times.

June 6, 2021

Ed Warren is sitting in a musty living room in North London, trying to establish contact with a demon. Behind him sits a little girl, said to be possessed. The demon won’t talk, she insists, unless he faces away and gives him some privacy. With his back to the girl, Ed gets down to business. “Now come on out and talk to us,” he says brightly.

Out comes the demon, cackling and taunting in a fiendish, guttural voice, like a cockney Tom Waits. He wants to rattle Ed, but as played by Patrick Wilson, Ed’s not easily rattled. Alongside his wife, Lorraine, he works as a paranormal investigator, and this is hardly his first tête-à-tête with a malignant spirit. “Your father called you Edward,” the demon snarls, trying to get under his skin. But Ed just rolls his eyes and shakes his head impatiently. “You’re not a psychiatrist, and I’m not here to talk about my father,” he says. “Let’s get down to business. What do you say?”

This scene in “The Conjuring 2” (2016), the sequel to the sumptuous, vigorously terrifying “The Conjuring,” encapsulates what these hit movies do so well. The director James Wan shoots the entire conversation in one long, unbroken take, zooming in so slowly that the movement of the camera is virtually undetectable. The demon, in the background, is a sinister blur. Instead, our attention fixes on Ed, staring ahead.

In “The Conjuring 2,” a scene with a demon in the background depends entirely on the range of emotion in Wilson’s face.Credit...Warner Bros.

Wan is demanding a lot of his lead here — the effect of the scene hinges entirely on Wilson, and without a cut, in extreme close-up, he has nowhere to hide. But he proves more than capable. The five-minute scene is an acting tour de force, and one you might not expect in the middle of a haunted house picture.

The range of emotions in Ed’s face is mesmerizing. Wilson, a classically trained actor with a background in stage dramas and Broadway musicals, is able to do so much with subtle changes in the cast of his eyes and his manner that you can tell from moment to moment exactly how he is feeling — apprehensive, irritated, disturbed, chagrined. For a split second, his composure waivers. Then he steels himself, blinks and gains it back. This is a frightening confrontation, to be sure. But it’s compelling mainly for the intensity that Wilson exudes.

Of course, Wilson, who plays Ed again in the new sequel, “The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It,” has been a known talent for more than 20 years. In the early 2000s, he earned Tony Award nominations for his starring roles in the musicals “The Full Monty” and “Oklahoma!,” and in 2003 he was nominated for an Emmy and a Golden Globe for “Angels in America,” the television adaptation of Tony Kushner’s play in which he played a gay Mormon attorney struggling with his sexuality during the AIDS crisis.

“Angels in America” is a more straightforward acting showcase, and Wilson’s performance, full of stifled passion and moral compromise, is sensitive and powerful. He shares scenes with Al Pacino and Meryl Streep, but his is the most affecting turn.

Like many celebrated stage actors before him, Wilson soon tried to parlay his growing prestige into movie stardom. The results have been mixed. Over the next few years, he appeared in a number of high-profile Hollywood movies, but many of them were poorly received, like the limp remake “The Alamo,” the over-the-top domestic thriller “Lakeview Terrace” and the big-screen version of “The A-Team.” When he starred as the reluctant superhero Nite Owl II in Zack Snyder’s ambitious adaptation of the graphic novel “Watchmen,” critics complained that he was miscast.

It was in 2010 that Wilson found an unexpected niche: the horror movie. That year, he starred in “Insidious,” an early experiment in the producer Jason Blum’s low-budget horror revolution and a creepy, atmospheric ghost story with a playful touch of David Lynch.

Wilson played Josh Lambert, who, for the first two acts, seems like the typical horror movie patriarch: stalwart, steadying and, as the haunting begins to escalate, staunchly disbelieving. He spends a lot of time reassuring his wife that she must be imagining the scary things she’s been seeing around the house and that ghosts aren’t real. Until it turns out that ghosts are real, and that in fact Josh has a history with them.

Patrick Wilson opposite Rose Byrne in “Insidious.” He does so much with a stock character. Credit...FilmDistrict

In “Insidious: Chapter 2,” he’s an evil spirit pretending to be human to his family, which includes Barbara Hershey, left, Ty Simpkins and Byrne.Credit...Matt Kennedy/FilmDistrict

At the end of the second act, it’s revealed that Josh had an encounter with a demon as a child, but that his memories had been repressed. And Wilson, as he accepts this information, manages to subtly disclose a lifetime of trauma. With a faint shifting of the eyes and delicate tensing of the muscles, he conveys flashes of bone-deep dread lingering at the back of his subconscious. Suddenly, a familiar and somewhat flat character gains a new dimension, as Wilson transforms a stock type into someone dynamic and real.

Wilson reprises the part in “Insidious: Chapter 2,” with Josh’s body inhabited by a malevolent demon and Josh’s soul trapped in the spirit world. As the demon-Josh, Wilson has the difficult task of playing an evil spirit pretending to be human, convincing his loved ones that he’s the same old Josh as he secretly conspires to kill them. Occasionally, the mask of the happy husband slips, and Wilson reveals a glimpse of frenzied menace. It’s a terrifying performance reminiscent of Jack Nicholson in “The Shining.”

Ed Warren is Josh Lambert’s opposite. Ed’s role in “The Conjuring” movies is a stabilizing presence.

He and Lorraine (played by the wonderful Vera Farmiga) are called on to investigate happenings that seem to defy scientific explanation, and their arrival on the scene, usually after ghosts and demons have done some preliminary haunting, is accompanied by a sense of reassurance that is rare in horror movies. Wilson gives the calming impression of unflappable expertise, an almost fatherly stolidity, not unlike what Tom Hanks brings to many roles. However frightened we may be, we’re heartened that Ed knows what he’s doing.

Patrick Wilson with Vera Farmiga in “The Conjuring.” Their chemistry helps ground the movie.Credit...Michael Tackett/Warner Bros.

Ed is a man of God, investigating the demonic possession on behalf of the church, and one of the most striking things about Wilson’s performance is the intensity of his religious conviction. When he thrusts a cross at a spirit to dispel its power or reads Scripture in Latin to save the day, he doesn’t seem to be simply holding props or quoting dialogue but to regard these objects and rituals with palpable awe. He makes you feel Ed’s faith, as well as his belief in evil and the supernatural. It makes the scary stuff scarier and feel more real.

Wilson and Farmiga’s screen chemistry has been widely praised, but it’s difficult to overstate just how potent they are together. Their warmth and tenderness are a crucial reprieve from the pulse-quickening horror around them, and the affection they show one another is appealing precisely because it contrasts so sharply with the rest of the action. They are so magnetic that their minor roles at the beginning of the “Conjuring” spinoff “Annabelle Comes Home” practically spoils the rest of the movie: Having had the pleasure of watching them at the start, you’re disappointed to see them leave.

Shortly after Ed’s confrontation with the demon in “The Conjuring 2,” he notices an acoustic guitar in the corner of the same room. The family of the possessed little girl hands it over to him, and he proceeds to imitate Elvis Presley and sing “Can’t Help Falling in Love” in its entirety. The scene does not advance the plot. It’s not a misdirect; it doesn’t culminate in some twist or revelation or jump scare. The openness and gentle humor Wilson embodies is worth a dozen heart-stopping scares: Indeed, that openness and humor are what makes the scares worth anything in the first place. “The Conjuring 2” is already 136 minutes — a more prudent editor might have advised cutting the extraneous scene. But this moment, so earnest in its sentiment, is the heart of the movie. Like Wilson’s performance, it’s perfect.

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mickylikesstuff · 3 years

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Sword Art Online <Status: Offline>

(AO3), (Details of the Series), (Original Idea),

Log 1 : < B.Wayne>

Bruce stared at the body of Damian, lying peacefully in his bed.

Again

It has been a week since the announcements about Sword Art Online being compromised that trapped thousands of people in the game. Upon investigation with Tim and Victor, they know that there nothing they can do about the situation since the server is heavily guarded by multiple learning AI, those AI that keeps the players in the game and keeps them alive.

The first-week people started to be restless about their loved ones being trapped in the game, it quickly became panic when the body counts begin to rise upon knowing the players that committed suicides as a means to escape but they died instead of logging off.

Ever since Bruce landed in Japan, he Immediately takes action and prepares to settle in Japan to investigate for himself. Preparations are made such as organizing the Safehouse they are stationed in, hiring a caregiver for Damian in their stay, and Bruce taking a break from being the CEO of Wayne Enterprises, A Break not retirement. Period.

To the populous, the 22-year-old Damian Wayne had been out of commission for unknown reasons. There are theories around that says he might have an accident, or he survive in an assassination, one thing is sure that sources say that Damian Wayne was last seen in Japan. It is announced that Bruce Wayne arrives in the country to personally take his son to another country for his safety and recovery. To please the public Mr. Wayne only took a personal interview for Lois Lane-Kent and Tim handles Vicki Vale.

But the truth is that they never left the country because Damian is a Player of the Death Game SAO. A Beta-tester to be specific. One of the one hundred beta-testers that were fooled and used for the game's needs.

Tim took charge of Wayne Enterprises as the main CEO while updates are given to Bruce. Bruce is to be present in a bi-monthly report by video conferences. Clark is asked (ahem -again- ahem) to pretend to be Batman in some nights, he’s very convincing. Dick with Barbara and Kori’s help maintained a balance to be in Gotham and Bludhaven, they dropped in sometimes with the Titans. Jason and Stephanie keep the gangs in line and keeping tabs on the Rouges.

As of now, the Sirens are not much to be dangerous since Harley broke up completely with Joker. Selina is part of the Batfam, and occasionally Batwoman and Signal drop by and Alfred is the one who keeps their heads above water with the help of Jim, Leslie, and Aunt Agatha Wayne.

After days of arrangements and meetings with the customs and Japanese public officers, it is safe to keep this event quiet from the world at large. Bruce agreed to keep things quiet if they agree to have HIM completely involved in saving the SAO Players.

The officials are reluctant to have him on board at first until he proves to them that Bruce is not the Air-headed careless multi-millionaire playboy as said in the tabloids, he is dangerous due to his hidden talents such as coding, investigational skills, and his other many unknown skills. Count on the influence he has as a Wayne, and he did supply the Justice League not just the American branch but the whole world itself including the Japanese branch.

When it comes to his sons, He will do everything in his power to keep them all safe even if he failed.

But Why?

Why Damian? Why his son again?!

How could he let this happened the second time?

First, Ten years ago Dick with the Original Team after that simulation gone wrong, Now this?!

He should have said No to Damian’s involvement and fought harder against it!

He should have known better!

He should have been with Damian in Japan!

He should have looked at this deeply!

He should have investigated it even further with Damian’s reports in his beta testing period!

He is Batman for christ's sake! He has to find a solution to this BULLSHIT!

And he called himself a father. What a Joke.

Bruce stopped his inner turmoil before it becomes more destructive. Damian needs his help, to be on the outside. Decode the Cardinal System encryptions and helping out the families and loved ones of the SAO Players also supplying resources to the government and the game itself.

Damian experienced the freedom he can achieve to be a child ever since Thalia gave Damian to him. He learned to have friends, to smile, to blend in, and be a civilian. Damian made him proud even if they did start out wrong and awkward like the loons they are. He learned how to stand up for his own beliefs that defy Thalia's. That family as a Wayne is Everything.

Memory after memory of His family came at him.

Alfred as his father that no one can ever change that truth. Thomas will always be a dad.

Dick as the oldest brother and a father himself, is the person Bruce wanted to be. Brave, Amazing, and Good.

Jason shows him how to be himself and what the real problems are. Fearless, Bold, and Outspoken.

Tim is always a strong believer, If only he believes in himself. Intuitive, Selflessness, and Passionate

Barbara

Cass

Stephanie

Selina

Duke

Damian

...

Oh Damian, That spitfire of a boy who challenges everyone, Now is the Most Compassionate, Graceful, and Courageous young man after everything he has been through.

How EVERYONE has been through...

He can never find a different family like his home again. He will never change that for the world and he will stand up to protect them all as long as he live.

Taking a deep breath, and slowly releases it. He needs a clear mind if he wants to help his son out. Now the Damian has grown throughout the years of being Robin and is about to embrace his new identity.

But the structure and function of the NerveGear are surprisingly superior for something that is a gaming console. Its Full Dive comprehends the human brain much deeper. Reports said that This technology could interpret brain waves into actions, but also send signals to be interpreted by the brain as well. That is directing sight, feel, hearing, smell, and taste. Kawahara described a world with a device that emulated the feelings of the real world. A player could feel the heat on their skin radiating from the sunlight due to the Nerve Gear sending the signals to the brain to sense it. With that being said, this is the simulation all over again. If Sword Art Online is not a death game, based upon Damian’s previous reports it will become the most successful technology of the generation. For that to be a consumer product for 10,000 people is an impressive feat.

Thankfully, there is a way to see Damian inside the game. Victor came up with an idea and uploaded a controlled AI program by Tim’s design to follow Damian around inside SAO, they modify a few programs so that the bird blends in the game. A simple little robin with the muted colors of Red, Yellow, and Green, they hope that the bird finds Damian in there first before anything happens to him. In sometime Bruce can control the little bird just to guide Damian in his dark times.

Maybe this time Bruce can be Damian's Robin .

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To celebrate a new year guess I’m gonna publish this. So what better way to celebrate this, than having the family together.

Introducing the Wayne Family…

AN: Time To leave 2020 behind and welcome the New year 2021! Stay safe everyone! Happy Holidays!

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i-am-a-reader-fear-me · 3 years

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A Percabeth AU where they keep their relationship secret in fear of what their parents might think. (Warning: this goes over both PJO and HoO so it's very long):

The beginning of TLT goes as it should but after Percy is claimed, Annabeth is suddenly meaner and colder.

He remembers the Poseidon/Athena rivalry but doesn't see why they have to hate each other bcuz of their parents.

But Annabeth doesnt relent.

They still go on the quest together bcuz "you are so going to fail without a daughter of Athena."

But they still argue a lot and give poor Grover a satyr migraine.

When they have that bonding moment on the truck, Percy thinks maybe they're sorta friends, but Annabeth proves that wrong later by calling him a "Seaweed Brain" bcuz he's so stupid.

Percy fires back with "Wise Girl" but Annabeth seems to take that as more of a compliment than an insult.

(He doesn't stop calling her that tho)

After Luke betrays Percy, Annabeth's the one that found him after the dryads and she drags him to the infirmary but completely denies caring about him afterwards.

By SoM, Percy is so done with this and goes over to her asking if they could be friends.

Annabeth, who actually would like to be his friend, agrees with reluctancy, saying, "We have to keep it a secret though, or who knows what our parents might do."

Percy agrees.

Grover knows they're friends now cuz of the empathy link, but doesn't say anything.

In TTC, when Annabeth falls off the cliff, he blames himself more than ever, bcuz if they hadn't been fake arguing she might not have been distracted and fallen.

Thalia blames him even more too, and he has to keep his cover and can't tell her he knows it's all his fault.

Nico asks if Annabeth is Percy's girlfriend.

He says no, but he has a funny feeling in his heart.

He goes to the attic to ask the Oracle about Annabeth.

It doesn't answer.

When he thinks Artemis is about to ask Annabeth to join the Hunters, he knows he has to tell her something, even if it meant blowing their cover.

He breathes a sigh of relief when Artemis asks Thalia, and Annabeth is waiting for him to talk with narrowed eyes as if trying to figure out what he wants to say.

He chokes. (~Like doesn't say his feelings, not actually choke lol~)

In BotL, they are totally going out on a secret unofficial movie date but ofc the fiasco with Kelli at Goode happens.

Annabeth gets really jealous when Rachel appears. (Especially since Rachel has more opportunity to go out with Percy bcuz Annabeth and Percy have to pretend to hate each other.)

Percy, ofc, does not realize why in Hades she's acting like she really hates him even though they're in private.

At camp, they're playing Capture the Flag when they stumble on an entrance to the Labyrinth.

They go down to hide from monsters and end up stuck.

It's so dark Annabeth grabs his hand to keep from being separating. (~this is canon, they were holding hands I checked~)

When they find their way back out, it appears almost an hour had gone by when they were sure they were down for a couple minutes.

The campers were searching for the two of them and are immediately suspicious when they find the two alone. Together.

But they forget about that when Clarisse comes and asks about the "hole" they fell into and Annabeth suggests they continue talking in private.

It is then that Annabeth, Percy, Grover, and Tyson go on their quest.

When Annabeth and Percy reach Mount St. Helens they are quickly found out.

Percy tells Annabeth to escape saying he has a plan. (He really doesn't)

She kisses him. (~whaaaaaaaat~)

When she leaves, Percy apparently decides to cause a volcano to erupt. (~ya he doez~)

He lands on Ogygia, while Annabeth, thinking he is dead, goes back to camp, alone.

When she returns, they ask where Percy, Grover, and Tyson are but she refuses to say anything.

They realize what happened.

They have a burning of the shroud ceremony where she doesn't say anything, sitting, her face emotionless, but her heart in turmoil as she listens to Chiron.

That's when Percy crashes the funeral.

Annabeth is outraged.

She pretends it's because "THE WHOLE QUEST IS BEING HELD UP BECAUSE OF YOU! AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING, ENJOYING A VACATION AT PARADISE ISLAND?!?!"

It's really because she was head over heels with worry and grief (while he's off with sOmE imMorTal gOdDeSs) but she can't let anyone know that.

She is certainly not happy when Rachel joins their quest.

(Percy still doesn't get it.)

Before TLO, they are playing Capture the Flag, and the two are on opposite sides. (~in The Demigod Files, the story they find Festus for the first time in~)

Annabeth and Silena capture Percy and Beckendorf and the boys suffer an utter loss. (Were the myrmekes part of the plan? They'll never know.)

Beckendorf and Silena totally know they like each other no matter how much Percy and Annabeth fake it and try to get one of them to ask each other to the Independence Day firework show.

Annabeth does end up asking Percy and they watch the fireworks secretly next to the woods so no one sees them.

They hold hands or something else just as cute idk.

In TLO, when the Battle of Manhattan starts, everyone is surprised when Annabeth let's Percy take the lead.

When she takes the blade for Percy she says it was bcuz "I didn't know it was him!"

"So you would take a blade for anyone if it wasn't Percy?"

"...yes."

But by this time everyone secretly ships Percabeth so no one questions it.

After the war, Percy gives up immortality mostly for her but only those two know it. (And maybe Grover).

Annabeth asks him to meet her in the woods and when he does, she brings him a lumpy blue-colored cake which Tyson helped make. (Bcuz of course Tyson knows that they're secretly friends but Grover told him not to tell anyone).

They kiss, duh.

But then a monster comes out from the woods and they don't want to fight it after they just had a war so they run.

They end up by the lake and Percy pulls Annabeth in to get away from the monster.

Cue best underwater kiss ever.

They date in secret for two months but Percy's mom knows.

When Percy goes missing, Annabeth freaks.

She searches for him everywhere and if anyone asks why she's searching so hard for someone she doesn't even like, she just replies, "He probably just disappeared bcuz it's his turn to do the camp chores and I will not let him slack off," or "Who else am I supposed to use for target practice???"

(None of the campers who'd been in the Titan war buy it.)

In SoN, the only thing Percy remembers is Annabeth, but for some reason, he has this instinct to not tell anyone about her so he doesn't.

In MoA she still judo flips him and acts all mad (which she is) but he still laughs it off and says all sarcastic, "Oh, did the smartass daughter of Athena miss me?"

But he missed her too.

When they go to eat lunch Annabeth and Percy excuse themselves to "go to the bathroom" but they really snuck off to have their own private reunion.

"I missed you so much, Seaweed Brain. Don't ever disappear like that again."

"I'm sorry, Wise Girl. I missed you too."

*kissing*

Later, when Annabeth and Percy sneak off to the Pegasi stables on the Argo II and sleep next to each other.

Frank finds them.

They swear they didn't do anything and threaten Frank into silence.

He can never look at them the same way again though.

When Annabeth has to get the Athena Parthenos, Percy paces the deck of the Argo but says he's not worried about a daughter of Athena.

When she finally gets the statue, he goes down to meet her but she trips and falls into the Pit.

He catches her, but now he's hanging on a ledge.

"Percy, let me go. You can't pull us both up." She whispers, knowing they're too low for the others to hear.

"We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again." He whispers back.

"As long as we're together."

At least in Tartarus, they don't have to pretend they don't absolutely, utterly love each other.

In Blood of Olympus, Percy, Annabeth, and Piper are walking underground to the monster's base in the Parthenon when they see a trident mark in the ground.

Annabeth says it's the place where Poseidon struck the ground.

At this point, Percy turns to Piper and asks, "Can you keep a secret?"

Piper nods.

That's when Percy kisses Annabeth.

When he pulls away, he says, "This is where the rivalry ends….for us, at least."

Piper acts surprised but on the inside she is rAGING bcuz now Leo owes her ten bucks but she can't tell him.

After the Giant war they consider telling their friends, but they're not sure…

Idk how to end this just keep going

Sort of a bonus:

The Hephaestus and Athena cabins worked together to make everyone monster-proof phones (which also correct their dyslexia) and Annabeth and Percy use them all the time to text each other and no one knows.

Jason asks Percy to come to a cafe with some of the others, and Annabeth and Percy are texting the whole time.

Their convo goes something like this:

'hey Annabeth, me, Jason, Frank and some of the others r going to that cafe on 31st street'

'*Jason, Frank, some of the others and I' 'Really? Piper, Hazel, and I are going there too. They mentioned Jason, Frank, and Leo might be there, but not you.'

'weird, they didn't say anything about u either' 'hey wait a sec, Jason's texting on some gc called Operation Get Them Together' 'the other guys' phones r ringing everytime he sends something…'

'What? Operation Get Them Together???'

'yeah'

'....'

'what'

'Oh no.'

'what??? Annabeth????'

'They're trying to set us up.'

'wdym set us up'

'I MEAN, they're TRYING to get us TO GET TOGETHER'

'huh?'

'THEY WANT US TO GO OUT PERCY! YOU KNOW, TO BE A COUPLE???'

'ok okkk u don't have to yell'

'🤦‍♀️'

'so what do we do'

'I think we should go along with it.'

'wait hold on, Jason's asking me who im texting'

'Wait, tell him it's your girlfriend. Just to screw with them.'

'haha yes ur a genius'

'I know.'

Percy tells Jason that he is texting his girlfriend, to which Jason replies by "What?!" and frantically starts typing on the group chat to tell everyone that 'YOU GUYS PERCY SAYS HE HAS A GF ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION!!!'

To which Piper is the first to reply, saying, 'Nah, trust me, keep going with it'

At this point, they reach the cafe, and the boys and girls meet up at a table.

Annabeth, immediately going into acting mode, says, "What is he doing here?"

Percy fires back with a scowl and says, "You didn't tell me she was going to be here. I'm leaving."

Jason stops him tho

Percy and Annabeth sit down at the table, but everyone is still standing.

Piper and Hazel say they have to go to the bathroom and leave.

Jason and Leo say they're going to go order (even tho it's a sit down with a menu and order type of cafe???)

Everyone seems to have some kind of excuse to leave until Percy and Annabeth are left alone.

The two pull out their phones again.

'Seriously? This is their plan? Say we're all going out to eat and then leave the two of us alone?'

'ig' 'what do we do now'

'I don't know.' They're probably spying on us…'

'um is that Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso in the bushes with mud and green war paint on their faces?'

Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso were indeed hiding in the bushes (with binoculars) with mud and green war paint on their faces.

'Wtf?? How'd they do that so fast???' 'And is that Leo and Piper holding newspapers with eyeholes cut through???'

'lol yea...then that eagle flying above us is prolly Frank'

'Jason is hiding in the clouds to your six.'

'where r Nico and Will?'

'I think that's them making out in the bushes.'

'lmaoo im so gonna tease them for that' 'so what do we do now Wise Girl'

'...' 'Follow my lead.'

'k'

Annabeth puts away her phone and stands up.

Percy follows her lead.

She says, "We know you guys are there, just come out. It's not going to work. And we see you too, Nico and Will."

The other demigods come out of their hiding spots (the two who had been called out looking especially sheepish).

"Why not?" Piper says, knowing perfectly well why not.

Percy looks between Annabeth and Piper, and seems to come to a decision.

"Because," he says and goes over to Annabeth and kisses her, "we're already together."

The responses were very diverse.

"What?!"

"I knew it!"

"Leo! My ten bucks. Now."

"Yeah, I walked in on them sleeping together…"

"So we did all this for nothing???"

"Wait, did you say sleeping together?"

They arguing stops as two flashes of light almost blind everyone and two gods appear.

Poseidon and Athena.

For several seconds, the two gods just stare at Percy and Annabeth (who are now holding hands just bcuz)

Then, finally, after what seemed and EXCRUCIATINGLY long time, Poseidon turns to Athena and says:

"I was right, you were wrong, I was RIGHT, you were WRONG, I WAS RIGHT, YOU WERE WRONG, YOU OWE ME FIFTY DRACHMAS BIRD BRAIN"

This was not the reaction the demigods was expecting if you couldn't tell

Athena just scowls and makes a pouch filled with drachmas appear, and throws it at Poseidon.

Poseidon catches it, bringing out what appears to be a phone and starts calling someone.

Athena goes over to Percy and Annabeth.

She looks mad, and Annabeth tries to let go of Percy's hand, panicking, trying to think of a lie, but Percy doesn't let go.

"My daughter is the smartest and best of my children, and as much as I don't approve of this, if she chose you, sea-spawn, she must have a good reason. But if you step one foot out of line, I will have you punished, understood?"

Athena addresses this to Percy, who nods fearfully.

"Good."

Suddenly there are a bunch more flashes of light as more gods appear bcuz apparently, Poseidon wanted everyone to see that he was right and Athena was wrong.

Ofc chaos ensues.

But Percy and Annabeth are still holding hands and look at each other and feel overwhelmingly happy for the first time in a long time because now they don't have to keep their relationship a secret anymore.

THE END~

WTF HAVE I WRITTEN.

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I Don’t Hate You - Part 15 (Jason Todd x Reader)

This is really heavy, folks. Please take note of the warnings. If you recently went through a horrible break-up and/or are sensitive to these kinds of topics, please be warned.

WORDS: 6661 WARNINGS: Heartbreak, Depression, Starvation, Smoking Relapse, Violence, Death

Masterlist

I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST

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April 23

This was exactly what he thought death would be. Someone like him, who fears it so much, who often goes out of his way to put his life in the kind of danger that renders his still ongoing life a sort of miracle, he always tried to envision what it would be like to cross the other side. Would it be just like being alive? Would you get to meet your loved ones and pass on to some heavenly afterlife? Would he be forgotten? Be nothing but plant compost and worm food for all eternity, yet still be aware of everything going around his rotting corpse?

Or, as he feared the most, would it just be a blank, empty state? A big black blob of nothingness? Is the end really the end? And does it mean he’ll be so consumed in an infinite black hole that eats up everything he’s ever stood to live for?

Because if it were that last one, he definitely was dead. Right now, lying soullessly against the headboard of his bed, legs on his torn-up mattress, eyes still locked onto the same, holed out wall across from him, this was death. This is an entirely new kind of emptiness.

It had been hours since he moved. It was already a good amount into the morning, and his room, or what was left of it, had been lifelessly staring back at him for all the hours he kept himself awake, staring, unmoving. There was practically no sign of a clear surface on the floor. Everything was either covered in broken glass, feathers from his pillows, books, debris, clothes. And the dust particles that had been floating around his room have been in plain sight since the sun started peeking through his broken window. He wasn’t bothered by the light spring cold, and the morning disgusted him.

But he didn’t even give it too much a thought. Emptiness was all there is. Nothing. Not a move. Not a word. He decided this, this darkness so blank that it consumes him, it was better than feeling any other shred of emotion there was. If he were to feel regret, or rage, or disgust, or plunge into that bottomless hole of self-hate and depression, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He knew, just as he knew himself, that all those emotions would come crashing down on him once again just like it did last night, and he didn’t have anything much left in his room to destroy to at least have an outlet for it. But he wanted it all to ball up, never mind what happens after. He just wanted to stop feeling entirely.

“Master Jason, you’re late for school-“

Alfred stopped his tracks the moment he peered into his room. He looked at Jason first, looking like an exhausted, miserable mess, then everything else around the room. Alfred might have that idea that whatever his room looked like, it was exactly the same going on in his head. Beyond any sort of repair. Silent. The awkward kind of peace that came out as the aftermath of an extremely destructive quake of the earth no one anticipated.

He heard the butler close the door. Minutes later, he came back and placed a tray of food on a part of his desk that wasn’t so destroyed. Jason didn’t give him a single glance. He let the hours pass. He let himself starve and reach the point of sleepless exhaustion that his eyes were too painful to even move. Every part of his body stung.

With the avoidance of feelings, it came with blocking out all his thoughts as well. He knew damn well that if any image of you resurfaced into his head, that any syllable out of your voice he’d hear, he’ll tear his own scalp out. So no, he didn’t think of you. He didn’t think of anything at all. He didn’t think about how hungry he was, or how cold he was, or how much he needed to sleep. He let it all happen. He made everything stop around him.

This, he was making time stop.

It was him refusing to let the days go on, to let the hours pass, to let life continue as if nothing happened at all. He wanted everything to just stop, give him the time to cope, if he ever does learn to cope, and make everything around him just as empty and silent as he was. And there was no way he’ll go to the window, stare out at the sun and let it mock him with its reluctance to what he wanted.

He let his food go stale, his body ache at the lack of movement, at the pain in his stomach lurching and twisting. He let everything go on just as he wanted it. And the dust particles, the only thing moving around in his room, he wanted them to stop. If it were raining, he’d want that to stop as well. He just wanted everything to be just as unmoving as he was.

The world was never going to do that. It’ll keep moving on. No one is going to care. Nothing in the earth’s forces will care about how he didn’t want his life to go on just yet. It will always move forward. Time will always move forward. And all this will end up being a memory someday.

You will just be a memory. When at one point, he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

He closed his eyes, stopped another thought of you from surging in his head. No. Not yet.

When the sun fell, and his room plunged into darkness yet again, he heard three knocks outside his door.

Bruce. He could tell from how firm his knuckles were.

The lack of reaction must have sent Bruce away. He of all people would know how to leave someone alone when they needed it. At least he had that going.

Another hour later, Alfred came in to replace his food for the third time that day. He hadn’t touched even one of his meals.

Everyone went on with their lives. Bruce. Alfred. The sun. The earth. And when he took in the darkness once again, he knew life was still going on, days continued to pass. There was nothing he could do to make it all halt. It was just him, refusing to let things go.

The more his hunger worsened, his eyes hurting, his body in immense pain, not even his body was willing to pause for him. It was him against everything else. And what was he to do? Fight it?

He couldn’t fight this.

With the heaviest heart, Jason closed his eyes, and he fell asleep.

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April 24

He woke up after sleeping practically half the day.

And the emptiness had left. Despite his futile efforts. It had left sometime he was asleep. He couldn’t remember the nightmares he had, but his mattress was soaked with his tears and his chest was in immense pain, and it was shooting out to his limbs. His head was basically a rock he had to lunge around. Another meal was waiting for him at the table. And he still hadn’t eaten in two days. Everything around him hurt. His head, his chest, his stomach.

You, your face, everything about you, more than a year’s worth of memories, it all came to him. He no longer had the strength to enjoy the emptiness, to pretend any thoughts of you weren’t there at all. And now, he’d come to the point of exhaustion where he couldn’t hold back even just the thought of how you once snorted out a piece of your food one time when you had lunch together. He couldn’t stop the images of you laughing uncontrollably in bed when he wouldn’t stop tickling your stomach. Fuck, even just the way you scrunched up your nose, he couldn’t hold it back. they were far too strong, far stronger than he was now. Nothing stopped them.

And his sobs were inevitable. By then, the hours passed when he barely had any type of strength to stop the tears. A lifetime’s worth, most probably, because he couldn’t stop feeling you, seeing you. His mind wanted desperately to punish him for thinking he could possibly stop all this. He could still ignore the hunger, the dehydration, all the pain around his body. Because you, you, this was you trying to punish him for desperately trying to push you into the deepest black holes in his mind where you’d never be able to resurface.

You, placing your arms from behind him that time he thought he wanted to be alone, when in fact just the feel of you, your nose against the nape of his neck, it made everything so infinitely better.

“Your neck smells nice,” you said to him. His once tense muscles softened when he felt you breathe against his skin.

“Stop sniffing me.”

“No.”

You, rubbing your noses together in bed when you did nothing all night but hide under your blankets, turn on the flashlight on your phone and tell the most ridiculous stories until the sun came up.

“You remember those lights that make your room look like space?”

“Yeah?” you thumbed his chin. It was stuffy under the blankets but you hadn’t stopped laughing.

“Imagine that, but under a blanket fort bigger than this.”

“Make that blanket fort for me, Todd. I swear to God, I’ll marry you.”

Jason’s heart jumped, then he grinned so widely at that thought, turning off the flashlight and pulling you to his lips.

You, when you’d playfully wrestle him on the floor and he always ended up winning, pinning you against the ground, tasting the smile on your lips and letting your laughs vibrate through his mouth.

“Jay, will you let me win, for once?”

“No,” he kissed you again, still holding your hands at the sides of your head. Your lips were so soft, and his hand let go of yours and started wandering down to your bra.

You, with your voice. Your beautiful voice, just one of the reasons he fell in love with you so deeply, when he’d ask that you sing to him in your spontaneous car rides and he’d open up the window so everyone could see how unbelievably beautiful you were.

“If we never learn, we been here before

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets?

The bullets”

Jason had to keep his eyes on the road. He was staring at you way too much. He lowered the car window and you sang even louder. People gave you weird looks, but as long as they saw how beautiful his girlfriend was, nothing mattered.

You, when you got so angry at someone that he’d pull you to the side, hold your shoulders, rub them down with his palms and try to talk you out of it.

“Okay. That’s a time out,” he pulled you aside and let you sit on the stairs. You clenched your jaw, glaring at that person too stupid to cross your way, but you looked up at him and your face softened.

“Fine.”

You sat down, and he sat down with you. He placed his head on your shoulder and held your hand.

You, lying with him naked in bed and letting every inch of your flushed skin stick right up against his. His hands all over you, him moving inside you. Hearing your wonderful cries and moans.

You shivered, holding onto his hair, and he watched your face as you came apart. He could feel your high against him, and fuck, was it the most beautiful thing.

You fell asleep almost instantaneously, and he had you wrapped around his arms.

This. This was him torturing every part of himself for everything that went on. He let everything go through his mind like a fast-moving series of pictures. Every moment. Every single one that was in the back of his mind, some he didn’t even know he remembered, it all came to him so suddenly, like everything with you even before you were his, it was all there. In his head. He underestimated how much he cherished even the littlest things. He never thought he remembered this much about you.

But it was all here, coming to him at the worst time possible. And his cries, audibly sobbing into the mattress, everything hurt so much, nothing could possibly make this stop.

You. You. You. You will always be the best thing that ever happened to him, and the worst mistake of his life.

Because his mind was forcing down into his throat the fact that he was never going to relive all those memories ever again. None of them. Not with you. Not with anyone else.

A part of him he wanted to beat down to the ground looked up at his phone at the side table. The old one. Even with his strongest efforts, he ended up picking up the phone, turning it on.

Your name stared back at him, mocking him that he was always going to be this mindless pit of nothing too weak to do anything about it.

No. It was far too late.

The tears burst out of his eyes when he threw the phone to the other side of the room, shattering it into pieces. The tears never stopped, and once again, it was dark.

Another day passed. Everything was moving on. Except him.

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April 25

There were tears again. This time from the pain in his stomach.

It was twisting, pulling so much of his flesh that any move he made physically hurt. He clenched himself in the bed, doing everything he could to suppress the pain. But nothing worked. He buried his face into the sheets and cried. He never once cried from physical pain. And now, without an ounce of strength left in his body, almost everything around him made him bawl his eyes out.

It was probably noon now, because Alfred walked in, holding a new tray of food.

He took one look at Jason and sighed.

“Master Jason, you have to eat.”

He grunted, his hands clutching his stomach. His lips were severely dried out and his skin was extremely pale. Slowly, he craned his head up at Alfred.

“Soup, toast, and eggs. Easy for digestion.”

He turned to the tray. He was so hungry he swore he’ll pass out if he refuses to eat again. His body needed twice the nutrition than the normal person.

“Also, Master Jason. Your school called this morning. You’ll have to come back to class eventually.

“No.”

First thing he’s said in three days.

Alfred bowed slightly at him, then left the room.

He kept staring at the food, calling out to him like it was gripping his chin and luring him in despite the otherwise bland aroma.

Fuck this.

Jason finally stood up from his bed, moved his legs as slightly as he can to hold back the pain, and walked over to where the food was. He smelled like shit, too. But he’ll have to be hauled up by the strongest man alive if they expected him to take a shower right now.

He didn’t take a seat. He didn’t lie on the floor. He stood on his feet, took the bread, took as little bites as he could, drank half the soup, and finished most of the eggs.

His stomach was clenching even more than before, and he leaned against the table, barely holding himself up at all. He was done. He wasn’t eating anymore. All this was hurting far too much.

Jason fell to the floor and he inched himself to lean against the wall.

You’d be disgusted at the sight of him, or laugh at just how much he’d destroyed himself after just three days. You and your endless supply of mean comments and catty remarks would beat up just about everything he still had going on inside him. Fuck, he hated you. He never hated someone so much in his life. He hated what you did to him, as if his life wasn’t already shitty enough. You and your fucking irritating shrieks just had to come in and ruin everything he actually had going on. He never should’ve met you, stayed away from you instead of taking your spice as something to be intrigued about. He should’ve continued to hate you as he initially did when you first met.

He shouldn’t have let it evolve into anything. He only should’ve hated you the past year.

Another knock on the door.

“Master Jason, I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of fixing your phone. All your data is in there. You’ll need it.”

Jason was right by the door, and the old man placed his phone on the table, nodded at him, then left.

It was the newer model, looking unscathed without a single crack on the screen.

He knew he shouldn’t.

Fuck, everything the past two days will be for nothing.

As if he made any kind of progress. He only ate so he wouldn’t die.

He shouldn’t.

But he really wanted to.

He took the phone, unlocked it, and his wallpaper already made him choke.

You and him on the bed, with you biting his cheek and him laughing, smiling at the camera. You wore his hoodie, one of the many hoodies you stole from him, and he had that little crinkle in his eyes that only ever showed up at times when he was truly happy.

He let the hate pull through. He let himself remember all the pain, the unnecessary fighting, all the things he’s always grown to get annoyed at-

Oh, who the fuck was he kidding. He couldn’t hate you even if he tried.

Your flaws were a part of you and it only made him love you more. Nothing irritated him. He could fight with you all day and he’ll do it again the next day. You never once made him wish he wasn’t at your side, never once did you push him to the point where he’d rather do anything else other than laugh and talk endlessly with you, didn’t matter what it was about. He can listen to your angry screams all day and still kiss you like nothing happened.

He scoffed at himself. Like he could succumb to all that in an attempt to forget about you.

He knew he shouldn’t do it. But the part that missed you terribly, the part that always admitted to still being hopelessly in love with you, pushed him to do it. He opened his photo albums.

The first photo was the most recent. When you went to explore an abandoned mansion about fifteen minutes away from Wayne Manor. An old neighbor of the Waynes that had to leave the house from bankruptcy. It was just as large and grandeur, and you both ended up dancing around the old ballroom like goofs. The photo was of you when you were twirling around in a dark grey dress.

The next was of him when you took his phone and started spamming his albums of him asleep. His mouth was open wide, and he was drooling on the pillow. He remembered waking up and wrestling you down on the bed when you got caught.

He swiped more.

You eating across from him on a dinner date. From your birthday. He took you everywhere you wanted. And it lasted all throughout the night, taking you home when it was already morning. Your hair was beautiful, covering half your face when you bashfully looked down. Your lips were a deep red, and you looked gorgeous.

Another of you and him, when you went to the Christmas Market like you did on your first date. You wore a beanie, and he was completely covered up with his scarf. You took that selfie even with your shaking fingers and he remembered laughing when you dropped your own phone, taking a whole minute trying to pick it up from the ground from all the snow around.

Tears had long fell on the side of his face. His heart. Warming up the way it was supposed to be when he was happy. And he was smiling, staring at your face like you were the single more perfect thing in the world.

And you were.

Then he kept swiping, his finger stopping at a picture of you barely having anything on.

He choked on his breath. He knew what else he had saved. He saved copies into a specific album with a passcode locked specifically for nights when he wasn’t with you and was feeling particularly lonely and excited.

Gulping down, he swiped.

Fuck.

Your lips between your teeth.

Swipe.

Your tongue peeking out.

Swipe.

Your naked body on the bed.

Swipe.

Your ass bent over.

Swipe.

Your bare chest.

Swipe.

Your wet, needy p-

He had to fucking stop.

He turned his phone off, then stuffed his face into his hands.

All that. It was only ever going to exist in photos. It was all he’s ever going to have with you now. But your looks, it was just one thing about you he wanted to hold onto. The pictures can't give him the feel of your skin, your lips, your hair. It couldn’t give him your addicting scent when he inhaled into your head. It couldn’t speak out, tell him that you loved him.

And none of that was ever going to come back.

You weren’t coming back.

But, somehow, if the you he had in his arms just months ago were to tell him anything now, you’d tell him to get up, fix his bed. And tomorrow, he’ll get out of his room and go to school.

Jason, focusing on that voice of yours, stood up from the floor, then started to pick his sheets from the ground.

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April 26

Never in his three years at the manor did Bruce Wayne, his supposed father, drive him to school all the way down to the gates.

But Bruce must have either felt guilty for only sending Alfred into his room for three days instead of checking on him himself, or just wanted to make sure Jason actually went to class. Probably the latter.

“Call me if you need anything, Jason.”

He got out the car, sighed, and before he closed the door, he managed to nod at Bruce. “Thanks.”

He shut the door, then turned around.

The campus. The sun. The people.

Everything went on as it should. No one gave him a second glance. No one looked just as miserable as he was. This was the world’s way of telling him he really was alone in this, that nothing was ever going to stop for him even if he tried his hardest at stopping the hours from ticking by.

And it was all too bright. Too fast. People were walking at a noticeably faster pace expecting him to move along with them. People were smiling, laughing so hard it echoed throughout the driveway. Some were running, some reading while running. He saw couples hand in hand. He saw teachers walking by. Everything was just the way it was the last time he was here.

His chest started heaving. Everything was too much. And the thought of going into that school and possibly seeing you-

No. He wasn’t doing this. This was bullshit. All of it.

Jason turned the other way from the school, all the way down to a nearby alley at the back of the building. There was a dumpster there, and before he met you, he often went here on days when he wasn’t really feeling it.

He realized it had been almost two years since he last smoked.

Well, that streak ends now.

The darkness in the alleyway somehow gave him a strange, welcoming comfort. This was something he was more used to. And if it meant staying here for the rest of the day, go back to his sulking and sitting and staring into nothing at all the whole day, then so be it.

From a pocket in his bag, he pulled out his box of cigarettes and lighter. He placed one in his mouth, lit it up, then inhaled the deepest breath he could.

Jason leaned against the wall, looking straight up at the sky. Then he breathed out the smoke and watched it disperse into the clearer air. He closed his eyes. He let his lingering thoughts of you subside for just a moment. He let the smoke calm his nerves, calm his head. He let the light spring cold nip at his cheeks.

He finished a single stick in a few minutes, then he started pulling out another.

He still had the whole day here before he could go home. He could walk out of here, go into the city and hang out somewhere else where being caught didn’t mean immediate expulsion. But he knew firsthand that absolutely no one came into this part of the alley. No one who’d reprimand him, to be exact. A janitor caught him once or twice, and all he did was nod at him and be on his way.

This was all the way back when he didn’t have you to console him at his worst. When he didn’t have you. The him before you. And here he was, back to where he started.

Another stick down. He needed another one.

He breathed the smoke out his nostrils. And when he watched the smoke in the air, he could have sworn he saw your face somewhere like corrupted static. But days of endless tears had him run out, most probably for the next few hours. He expected to go back home and cry the whole night away. Fucking hell, this must have been years-worth of tears held back.

Just as he closed his eyes to let the smoke consume him, he heard a voice come in to the alleyway.

“Jason?”

“Shit.” He flinched, fumbling to throw his cigarette on the ground and cover it with his foot.

But it was just Penny.

He rolled his eyes. “What?”

“You're back in school.”

“Sure.”

“Won't you go to class?”

“No.”

He pulled out the last stick he had in his box and lit it up.

“Gonna rat me out now?”

“No. And don’t worry. I know how to keep secrets from faculty.”

Of course, she does. Penny was your friend. Half the shit she’s seen you do would’ve sent you to prison by now.

“The Vice Principal called all your friends to look for you. Even me.”

“Well, you found me. And there’s no way I’m letting you take me to Watson.”

“Actually.” Penny walked over to stand in front of him. “Vice Principal Watson quit her job. She had this whole speech about how much she wanted to help troubled people. The new Vice Principal wants you in his office.”

“I’m not going.”

She turned to the ground.

He wished Penny didn’t grow so silent. He knew there was so much pity behind it, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to look down on him with pity. She rocked back and forth in her shoes, and with her sweet voice, she spoke.

“I heard what happened.”

Jason turned away from her and breathed out another cloud of smoke. He made sure she didn’t see the look in his eyes. Before he’d fall too weak to stop himself from crying again.

“You okay?”

He took the cigarette off his mouth, holding it between his fingers. “What does it look like?”

Penny sighed. “I’m really sorry-“

“Don’t. Just leave me alone.”

She looked down at her hands.

“You’re exactly like Y/N… You’re both so mean and bossy...”

He rolled his eyes again, shaking his head. He knew she was just trying to help. But the last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone. He might, someday. But right now, he really just wanted to be alone.

And at the mention of your name, he really, really needed to be alone.

“If it means anything, I lied about the Vice Principal asking me to look for you…”

He quirked up a brow. “The fuck you talking about?”

“Y/N asked me…”

He dropped the cigarette in his hand.

Knowing you, you definitely asked Penny to report if he was around. Knowing you, you’d rather sulk up in bed than to be in the same building as him right now.

“Don’t tell her. Please. She told me she’ll kill me if she knew I told you. But you just looked so sad and I-“

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

He cleared his throat, watching the clouds above just to keep himself from sinking in too much to his overtaking thoughts.

“I’ll go now. Take care, Jason.”

“Wait.”

He knew he shouldn’t. But he wanted to. He cared too much. Still, despite everything.

“How is she?”

Penny looked at the ground.

“Penny…”

“She told me not to talk to you.”

“Just tell me-“

“She’ll kill me.”

“Just don’t tell her. You’re worried about her, too.”

“I am…”

Penny looked around. No one was around them. She bit her lips and started fiddling with her yellow sundress.

“She hasn’t come to class. She barely eats. She won't talk to anyone, not even her mom. She locks herself in her room and she still hasn’t come out. It’s really bad, Jason. Just this morning, she texted how you were.”

He bit his lips.

Maybe you asked because you wanted to know if he was okay, not just so you could stay away.

He didn’t know what to think. You were unpredictable that way.

And of course, you dealt with this exactly the same way he did. And it worried him. A lot.

“You can tell her I’m not around.”

She shrieked, her feet trembling on the ground. “I can't lie to her again.”

“Fine. Tell her whatever you want.”

Penny nodded. “I will!”

Jason sighed and looked out into the wide open plane next to the school. The grass was green now, unlike that beautiful autumn brown when you and him were standing nearby, hugging after he gave you that Edgar Allan Poe book.

“I hope you’ll do okay, Jason.”

Penny, little happy Penny, then gave him a hug, to which he didn’t return, then started to walk out the alley.

“Penny…”

He was glad they got to be friends overtime, otherwise this would have been too much to ask. Hell, anything would be too much to ask.

But he needed the assurance.

“Take care of her for me, will you?”

She smiled at him, nodded, then walked away.

----- April 27

He knew, deep in the last sane parts of his mind, that this was the worst idea.

For one, it was downright wrong and creepy. You’d murder him if you found out. Not that you probably would find out, but he still hadn’t figured out how you knew about him being Robin. He should be giving you more credit than he actually does. So yeah, this was a bad idea. You’ll never forgive him. Bruce and Alfred will look down on him. The whole world will hate him.

But he’s been meaning to check on you, not just from someone else’s words, but with his own eyes. He really needed to make sure you were okay. That you weren’t hurting yourself too much. And he knew you were hurting yourself. Just like he was. He couldn’t bare the thought of you suffering. Despite it all, despite everything, he loved you all the way to the ends of the farthest stars. The last thing he wanted was for you to never get back on your feet.

And from what he was about to do, what he planned on doing right after this, he was sure seeing your face just one last time would give him some kind of closure.

So he had to do this. For himself. Just once.

Hoodie over his head, hands stuck to his pockets, Jason climbed up the fire escape on the building across your apartment and crouched over the rooftop ledge.

He peered over and found your room, the window wide open, and he could see inside. He could see you.

You…

Jason bit back his tears.

He was basically doing this to hurt himself. And seeing you like this, it was the kind of hurt he wouldn’t wish onto this worst enemies.

Your room looked just about as wrecked as his. Clothes, books, and other things all over the floor as well. Only your bed wasn’t completely destroyed. He could only see so much, but he could see enough.

You were asleep, lying on the bed without a blanket. You were crouched over, hugging yourself. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you were stuffing your face into a pillow. Your body looked limp and lifeless, but he could see your back slowly rising to your breaths. You looked cold.

And broken…

Even from standing so far, he could tell you were crying even in your sleep. He knew the details on your face enough, memorized them to the point where he could tell what you were thinking just from looking at you. And you looked hurt, so hurt to the point where it was hurting him back.

He felt tears incoming, and he closed his eyes, letting them seep through.

So desperately he wanted to climb to your room, pull your blanket over you and make sure you weren’t cold.

And, if the stars aligned, you’ll wake up, see him, hold him, kiss him, and this whole nightmare would be over.

But he hurt you too much…

He was going to hurt you again if he did that.

Eyes watching you so longingly for hours on end, Jason felt every bit of his heart break, even more than he thought it already had. His lips were trembling, eyes shaking, his hands were sweating off his palms. Every beat in his chest hurt. This was finishing up what was already so broken.

He wanted you to be okay, to live the life you deserved.

He wanted you to go to College of the Arts, be the most talented singer there was, the singer he knew you were, and blow everyone away with your incredible talent. He wanted you to be so successful that you’ll never once look back to how it was to be if he and you lasted. He wanted you to have that family you always wanted, grow to be so old you wouldn’t be able to walk, but still have enough sass in you to have the mind you had right now. He wanted you to be so happy that you’ll never have to remember him, wishing things were different.

He wanted everything for you…

Even if it meant it wouldn’t be with him…

So now, this is how he’s going to be. He’ll watch you from afar, take care of you in all the ways you didn’t know. You’ll hate him for that. And you’ll drive him away for sure. But this is the only way he’ll be able to cope. He’ll always be there. Watch you. Be far enough away to stay out of your life, but close enough to make sure that life was what you deserved.

It’ll hurt more than anything in the whole world, but eventually, you’re going to find someone else, someone to repair what he left so broken, and make you so happy that you’ll wish you never met him. He’ll have to watch you hold someone else’s hand, kiss their lips, hold them in your arms just as you did with him.

He’ll have to watch you marry someone else. Spend the rest of your life with them the way he always wanted with you.

And… as much as it stung, he wished that for you. He wanted that for you.

But he’ll be there for you. No matter what. He always will.

“I love you…”

He knew you’d never hear him, but he still wanted to say it while he was looking at you. And he pretended to hear it back from your sweet, perfect lips.

Jason looked away, wiped the last of his tears with his sleeves and focused on the ground before his heart would continue to break even more.

Now, he had something else to do.

Now, there was nothing holding him back.

Not Bruce. Not you.

Nothing was going to stop him now.

Jason pulled out a black domino mask from his pocket. He stared back into the white eyes, feeling it mold into his hand. It slowly started to rain, and the droplets started seeping through his clothes.

It wasn’t much about you as it was about him. And now, he might as well take advantage of this deep, angry hurt and bring something good out of it.

He’ll have to run away from home after this. He was sure of it. Bruce would never take him back in.

Not after he kills. Intentionally this time.

So, with all the strength he’d mustered up,

Jason put on the mask, took his hoodie and jeans off and let his cape flow from his shoulders to the ground.

Robin saw the light of the moon just one last time.

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“Thirty-six…”

“Thirty-seven…”

“Thirty-eight…”

“Thirty-nine….”

“FORTY!!!”

His eyes were too swollen for him to see anything in front of him at this point.

“Sixty-two…”

A tooth fell out. That was the third one that night.

“Ninety-seven…”

Killing the clown. By himself. Who was he kidding?

“One hundred twenty-five…”

His laughter. His horrible, horrible voice.

The crowbar hit the side of his head and everything went black for the shortest moment.

“Don’t die on me just yet, boy wonder…”

His demonic, pale face, blood red mouth and dark eyes. The monster took him by the face, and Robin spat at him.

Another hit to the ribs. All of them would have been broken by now.

He coughed out blood and stayed as still as he could, drowning everything around him. But each time the crowbar snapped at his bones, he ended up tasting more of his blood.

Why can't he just die? Why isn’t his body giving out yet?

Almost two hundred hits, then Joker stopped.

“Well, I’m bored…” He threw the crowbar to the floor. “I have to give it to you, Robin, you pack quite the fight- HAHAHAHAHAHA!“

He no longer heard what he said. He just felt every bone in his body break and his breath being stopped by his own blood clogging his throat and nose.

He heard the door of the warehouse close shut.

Robin, shaking on the floor, looked up and around him.

His communicator. It was thrown just a few yards away.

He inched on the floor, so slowly that each movement he made broke yet another bone in his leg and arms. But he kept going. He kept his eyes on the tiny earpiece, his hands still tied together.

And when he got to it, he placed it on his head, flinching at the broken bones in his ear being pressed on.

“S-send coordinates to B-Batman…”

He laid on the floor, his ribs tearing at his flesh every time he breathed.

He was going to die.

A beeping sound.

He looked to his left.

A bomb.

His worst fears. Worse than he could ever have imagined.

He was going to die.

He swallowed, eyes on the painful white light in the ceiling.

“Record v-voice message to Y/N…”

He heard his communicator click.

The beeping, it was getting faster.

“Y/N…” he whispered.

“I-“

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Your works are amazing!! 💕💞 May i see the non speaking slashers (maybe brahms as well??) With a male S/O that teaches them sign language!! I just wanna see them be able to talk with their loved one if they wanted to y'know?? You don't have to if you don't want to´´^``💖💕❤💓 have a wonderful day and stay hydrated!!❤

Teaching the Non-Speaking Slashers Sign Language:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas accepts your offer to teach him sign language.

He gets it and he would like to be able to communicate with you in something other than vague hand gestures, head nods, and pointing. Though, he does like how you’ve come to pretty much be able to read his thoughts, at least that was how it felt when you understood him with the slightest look.

He’s a little clumsily at first but he’s a fast learner and as picks it up relatively quickly.

He’s a little blushy when you adjust his hands for him but appreciates the help.

Luda May thinks it was sweet of you, Monty just rolls his eyes at it, but Hoyt is the one most likely to comment on, well, everything. He says it’s dumb but that’s only because he doesn’t understand it.

Michael Myers

You know he can talk but chooses not too. You respect that but it can be a small problem when you are trying to talk to him, so you teach him sign language.

He’s reluctant at first, he just doesn’t see the point.

Just start pretending like you don’t know what he’s trying to tell you, showing him why he should learn. Then he will, but he will huff about it.

He’s smart and he’s a quick leaner, picking it up quickly despite how uninterested he had seemed.

He has to admit that it does make communication easier.

Jason Voorhees

Jason already communicates mainly through hand gestures, just not actual sign language.

But when you offer to teach him some proper sign language, he happily accepts.

The two of you incorporate sign language and his usual hand gestures, because you’ve come to understand them perfectly. So, why wouldn’t you use both?

He picks it up quickly and is eager to learn.

Vincent Sinclair

When you make the offer to teach him some sign language, he is quick to accept.

He’d be thrilled to better be able to communicate clearly with you.

He picks it all up pretty quickly, remembering it all well. He’s a pretty fast learner.

Bo gets really annoyed because he doesn’t understand it but it kind of give you both you’re own secret language. Lester doesn’t understand it either but he just shrugs it off, it doesn’t bother him.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is eager to learn and picks most of it up pretty well.

You might need to readjust his hands every now and again but he’ll master it eventually.

He also forgets some gestures from time to time but you’re normally able to figure out what he means pretty easily.

And he’s pretty proud of himself when he gets it right. Reward him with kisses and he will be looking forward to the next lesson.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse probably already knowns sign language but rarely uses because other people don’t know it, so he sticks with using the phone.

But when he finds out that you know it as well, he will take to using it some more.

It can be easier and quicker then typing it all out, or he doesn’t have to find his phone every time he wants to say something to you.

That becomes his main way of communicating with you.

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movedyoakkemae · 3 years

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dick & bruce throughout the years.

trigger warnings: eating disorders, murder, child abuse, allusions to rape, allusions to suicidal behaviours.

Dick and Bruce have a very complicated relationship that has gone from being great to terrible to mellowed to terrible to mellow again. I’d like to preface this that I don’t hate Bruce -- he is not a perfect father, and he does care very much for Dick, but in some ways, that isn’t enough when coupled with some of the actions that he has taken. Despite the fact that, at twenty-five, Dick has forgiven Bruce for a lot of his faults over the years, he has not forgotten.

For the sake of ease, I’ve split this meta into sections of the vague timeline and, sometimes, differences in their interactions. Like everything in Dick’s backstory, this is a mix of canon, fanon, and my own headcanons. I will not push this on Bruce writers and if there’s stuff not canon to your Bruce, I’m willing to adjust.

Early Robin Years. (Ages 9 - 14).

Dick was a relatively angry and traumatised kid from his parents’ murder, and when he first moved into the manor, he didn’t want a parent in Bruce. He wanted his parents back. He was belligerent towards anything he felt was parental affection. He also had terrible nightmares and night terrors, to the point where he wouldn’t sleep most nights. He also wouldn’t eat much -- a few pieces of fruit here and there.

When Dick was training to be Robin, he actually ended up doing a lot better. He still couldn’t sleep through the night, but he actually could sleep for five-six hours instead of two-three. He also started eating more (even if he still didn’t have much of an appetite), and things got even better when he started patrolling as Robin.

This, in part, is why Bruce wasn’t as reluctant to let Dick out as Robin as some reasonable parents might expect him to be. Well, in a lot of ways, he was, but seeing how being Robin positively affected Dick, he couldn’t bare to stop him from being Robin.

Their relationship was probably the healthiest during this time period. Bruce had been exactly what he needed in an adult figure at this time, and despite not labelling as “father and son” between them, it was very clearly a father and son relationship to most outsiders. In some ways, perhaps more of a father and an adult son, with Dick oftentimes being Bruce’s emotional support, but Bruce also would ground Dick to make sure he did his homework, and that’s not what one does with an adult son.

However, when Dick was eleven and Two Face beat him into unconsciousness, Bruce did fire Dick as Robin for the first time. Dick ran away from Wayne Manor and joined the junior League of Assassins as “Freddy Lloyd”. Alfred was the one who went in search of Dick while Bruce dealt with the Arkham escapees. Bruce and Dick crossed paths, and Bruce and Dick together took down the leader of the junior League of Assassins and Bruce said that he would rehire Dick again as Robin if he listened to his instructions. Dick agreed, and the two of them went to take down Two-Face.

Also, just a general note, it’s Dick who cajoles Bruce into making friends with who would eventually be the other members of the Justice League, which includes Clark, since Clark and Bruce didn’t meet until after Dick came into Bruce’s life. Dick was often, even as a little kid, teaching Bruce to connect to other people ( and, sometimes, how ).

Late Robin Years. (Ages 14 - 18).

However, Dick and Bruce were feeling that same strain when Dick started to make his own decisions and founded the Titans (along with the rest of the Fab Five). Bruce was dealing with his “my child is growing up” phrase that all parents eventually go through and was dealing with it... poorly. It wasn’t so bad while Dick was still fourteen, but when Dick reached sixteen and was starting to go out on dates and hanging out with the Titans more, they started to get into a lot more arguments.

Also, at this point, both of them were emotionally against their original deal (”You’re not my dad.” “I don’t want to replace your father.”) and Dick did think of Bruce as a father figure and Bruce did think of Dick as a son. However, Dick was feeling the strain of being unsure of whether or not Bruce actually wanted him around because he cared about him or because Bruce wanted to control him. Bruce was not helping in matters because he didn’t outright say that he cared about Dick and was aggressive in his worry.

This all came to an explosive conclusion when Dick gets fired from being Robin after being shot by the Joker. As I mention here, Dick had assumed that being fired meant that Bruce was kicking him out of the manor and out of his life, so he left and moved into the Titans Tower full-time. (A lot of the Titans had to be stopped from heading to Gotham and kicking Bruce’s ass).

Nightwing & Batman Years (Ages 18 - 23).

In the beginning of Dick’s rise to Nightwing, their relationship was still contentious. Dick had all but assumed that Bruce threw him out, and Bruce didn’t really do anything to mitigate these thoughts. They didn’t speak to each other for a year (aside from maybe an awkward phone call or two) until Jason was adopted by Bruce.

As I mention in my Dick & Jason meta, as found here, Dick did not take out his anger towards Bruce on Jason. Instead, he came into the manor and asked Bruce why wasn’t he adopted by him (although, he didn’t begrudge the fact that Jason had been). Bruce admitted that he missed Dick but then asked him to immediately leave the manor. Dick, hurt and reeling from both what he wanted and then having it taken away, did as Bruce asked him to. This caused another bout of silence between the two of them until Dick found out that Jason became Robin.

In this, Dick became furious. Bruce fired him for getting injured in the line-of-duty and not putting his full focus in Gotham once, and now Bruce was going to take his mother’s name and his family’s colours and give it to Jason? Dick stormed into Gotham and nearly came to blows with Bruce about it, and there was a lot of tension throughout their relationship.

This came to a head when Jason dies while Dick was in space and Bruce didn’t even give him a call about it. Dick arrives and Bruce is immediately confrontational and Dick tells Bruce that he wasn’t there to fight. Bruce continues being confrontational and Dick rises up in response when he feels that Bruce is blaming him. Bruce punches Dick in the face when he thinks that Dick is blaming him for Jason’s death and then shouts an angry tirade and officially breaks all ties with Dick.

Regardless of his age and the fact that Bruce was mourning and that both were eventually confrontational, I do consider this punch to be child abuse. This, coupled with Dick also mourning Jason’s loss and assuming that he wasn’t considered to be family, causes the silence between Dick and Bruce to become frosty.

Tim in a lot of ways saved Bruce’s life but also saved Dick and Bruce’s relationship. When Tim came into the picture, he managed to get Dick and Bruce to reconcile as well, as it helped that Dick often times came into Gotham to hang out with Tim a lot more than he did with Jason (due to guilt over the fact that he wasn’t 100% around for Jason when Jason needed him). It took a while, but Dick eventually forgave Bruce and they began speaking again, even if it was awkward and stilted at first.

Bruce during this time even admitted to Dick that he does think of Dick as his son and that he feels guilty over the fact that he didn’t adopt Dick when he was a kid and that he was genuinely proud of how Dick grew up, which was great and one of the few times that Bruce was actually emotionally available for Dick.

Now, my thoughts on the Blockbuster and Tarantula plotline will be its own meta later, but a lot of Dick’s denial about what happened with Tarantula caused him to focus more on what happened with Blockbuster and Bruce’s reaction to the fact that Dick essentially allowed Blockbuster to die. (There is, in part, fear of what Bruce’s reaction to be if he found out what happened on that rooftop, but Dick buries it down. Pretends it doesn’t exist).

Bruce’s confrontation with Dick when Dick was suicidal was both good and kind of worrying, with him being aggressive but saying a lot of what Dick needed to hear. Dick felt a little bit more confident that Bruce wasn’t going to kick him out or hate him for his role in Blockbuster’s death, and the two of them were a bit better for it.

In my timeline, two years later, Dick was adopted by Bruce when he was 22. Dick signed the papers without hesitation, but he didn’t attach “-Wayne” to his last name. He still didn’t feel comfortable with calling Bruce “Dad” to his face, and very rarely did he refer to Bruce as “Dad” or “his father” internally or to the other siblings. In some ways, the lateness of the adoption made him feel awkward, but it still mostly strengthen the idea that Bruce wasn’t just going to throw Dick away.

There isn’t much to say on their relationship while the family thought Bruce was dead. Dick missed Bruce a lot and wished he hadn’t been dead.

Back-to-Nightwing & Grayson & Back-to-Nightwing-Again Years (Ages 24 - Present).

Dick had spent some time when Bruce was back as another Batman but bowed out after a few days because he assumed that Bruce and Damian would want to have the time to relearn how to be father and son again without him in the picture. Dick also knew that he would eventually flip his shit @ Bruce in another argument, and he didn’t want Damian to see that, so he left.

By leaving as early as he did and without waiting for another fall-out to emerge, Dick and Bruce actually had a good relationship until Forever Evil happened.

Bruce, so upset over the fact that he had to watch Dick die in front of him, reacts in absolutely the worst way possible -- literally gets into a fist-fight with Dick and forces him to go undercover while making Dick be complicit in keeping the secret of him being alive from the family. This is the worst absolute fucking thing Bruce could have done at this point and, literally, I will never forget this.

Dick was pissed when he came back from being Grayson, but he swallowed it back down because Damian was alive and he didn’t want anything to stain both his and Damian’s return. He was so absolutely furious, though, that Bruce had kept Damian’s return from him because Bruce knew that Dick would have given up on Spyral and came back if he knew Damian had come back to life.

Still, he didn’t argue with Bruce, didn’t even argue with his family members who blamed him solely for the Spyral and him “lying” about being dead. He took that blame, left for the newly rebuilt Bludhaven, and is trying to ignore everything that went down around the whole Agent Grayson debacle. He’s mostly succeeded and is good at acting like everything’s 100% alright between him and Bruce on his side.

Just in general, Dick is always worried about what Bruce thinks of him. He never thinks he’s good enough for Bruce, even though Bruce could say over and over again that he thinks of Dick as being better than him in almost every way. In most instances, Bruce doesn’t apologise for things, Dick has to reach out himself and fix things, and then Dick takes on the burden of Bruce’s lack of emotional responsibilities and has to “understand” Bruce and why he won’t apologise.

In a lot of ways, their dynamic is unhealthy. Dick really feels the need on taking on the role of Bruce’s emotional support and takes the brunt of Bruce’s lack of emotional intelligence. Often times, Dick internalises it as being his fault. They do really love and care for each other, but Bruce just needs to be not only a better father, but also a better person and be able to apologise for his mistakes. He has on occasion, or has risen to the occasion and actually shared his emotions in a positive way, but not always.

Dick doesn’t hesitate to call Bruce out when Bruce is being shit to the rest of the family, but sometimes with when it happens to him, it’s a mixed bag. Sometimes he calls Bruce out about it, sometimes he internalises it. It’s not always Bruce’s fault whenever Dick internalises his perception of Bruce’s negative opinion, but Bruce could be doing more to showcase that he would always love, care, and support Dick. It also doesn’t help that sometimes he gives mixed signals in that regard (i.e., telling Dick he missed him and then immediately telling him to get out of the manor).

They love each other, but Bruce especially needs to be better at communicating and needs to actually reach out more in a way that’s not confrontational or condescending or ignorant to the fact that Dick is an adult but still his kid. Bruce is often times good at small gestures but bad at emotional conversations, and sometimes Dick needs that.

Some metas written by other people that I feel also encapsulate how I feel about Dick & Bruce really well.

The “Don’t Be My Parent” v. “Why the fuck didn’t you adopt me?” & Bruce’s failings as a parent during this.

Dick & Bruce’s mixture of friends, brothers, and father & son.

#⤷ dick g.【 ❝ well get traught or get dead. ❞ 】metas.#save me holy shit #how am i writing THIS MUCH for a meta yet can't even get 100 words on actual writing #OR EVEN WRITE A BIO TF #long post //#mentions of eating disorders //#mentions of murder //#mentions of child abuse //#mentions of rape //#mentions of suicide //

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