#what i would give to see kyle in st

[pinkeoni]

do the duffers know that S5's special guest is kyle maclachlan? 🤭🤨

LMAOOOOO okay but could you imagine Elz, seeing Kyle play another FBI agent or something in ANOTHER supernatural show about a small town 😂 atp it would just be copying but I would love it anways 😭

[lucy-ghoul]

why are you, as an adult in 2024, still hung up on reylo. why are you still mocking the shippers. why do you believe yourself to be superior only because you dislike a stupid ship from a fucking space fairytale. girl (gnc) get a grip

[tojisun]

!! suggestive (and mini smut) - minors dni; bimbo (fem)!reader has simon wrapped around her pinky (we luv to see it!); the squad’s here too; hinted age difference (30s v. 20s)

when they ask him where you two met, simon always tries his best to tamp down the smile threatening to grace his lips before clearing his throat and answering, "in the ER."

the questions that follow are always repetitive: 'what, why?', 'what happened?', 'how did things even go from there?' the last one is often paraphrased into some other versions, but the sentiment remains – people always get surprised, reduced into awkward stumbling because how could you even segue into a romantic relationship from having met in the ER?

well, simon thinks, it's actually quite fucking simple.

it was three in the morning and simon was in the lobby, waiting to be called in, when he saw you walk in: you clutched your broken heeled shoes in your hands, your beautiful legs were bearing injuries and cuts, and your hair was a wild mess. then, you ambled towards a baffled triage nurse.

"hi!" simon recalls your melodic voice echo, sounding too hyper even when you looked all banged up. "can i use y'r restroom? we got kicked outta the club."

simon was so focused on you that he didn't even notice the pack of girls following behind you, all of them looking just as haggard and bruised up. one of your friends was actually worryingly injured, so it’s no shock when the nurse rushed towards her, slightly panicked and confused before steering your friend away, leaving you there in the lobby.

then, you turned around, frowning at having been ignored, and it gave simon the best vantage point of finally seeing your face. he swears his heart stuttered in his chest, his lungs constricting, because holy shit, you are beautiful.

"then the rest is history," simon ends, pulling you close to him. any closer and you would have ended on his lap – something he preferred, anyway – but johnny continues to stare at the two of you with a slack jaw, his eyes almost bulging out in confusion so simon tries to keep it civil.

you giggle, and simon watches as the rest of the squad snap their eyes on you, as though expecting you to grace them with a better explanation. but simon knows that you probably don't even know what's going on, having been busy tapping away on your phone, your acrylics making distinct clacks as they hit the screen.

"i love the history channel," you singsong, batting your eyelashes as you give them a dimpled smile. "simmy-" simon almost coos at the nickname you gave him, "and i looove watching the penguins."

simon presses a kiss on the top of your head, ignoring the bewildered looks his squad is shooting him.

"that's the 'animal planet', love. not the history channel," simon corrects gently, rubbing his hand down your side.

"oh!" you say, unbothered by your mistake. "okay!"

and that was that.

"what the fuck," simon hears johnny wheeze out only to up making choking noises when kyle elbows him. simon ignores them, choosing to watch as you turn back to your phone, mass-retweeting a series of post made by the magazine catalogue that you've been following.

cute.

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"fuck," simon hisses, feeling the sharp edge of the kitchen knife slicing through the first layer of his skin. he watches the blood bead, trickling down his finger, and simon wipes it before it can stain the pristine green – "sage!" you tutted to him once – countertops.

"si?" you ask, padding towards the kitchen at the clamour. he feels you press yourself to his side, your perky tits nuzzling his robust muscles. "what's goin- y'r bleeding!"

he grunts, frowning at himself for having made you worry. he moves to reassure you that he's okay, but you're already tugging him out of the kitchen, your smaller hand wrapped around his thicker wrist.

god, he loves seeing the size difference.

you're wearing his military shirt, the material sliding down your body beautifully, before pooling just above your perky ass. simon unabashedly stares at the way your ass jiggles – hidden underneath the tiniest booty shorts he knows you own – his throat bone dry and his sweats filling up all of a sudden.

he barely realizes that you two are in the bathroom until you're steering him towards the edge of the bathtub before twisting to fish the emergency kit from the floor cabinets. simon almost groans at the perfect shape that your ass makes when you bend over, feeling himself throb with raging desire.

you pull out a pink emergency kit and skitter towards him again, slotting yourself between his spread legs. simon raises his hand – the uninjured one – to grasp at your waist, sliding it down to your hips, before giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"it's nothin' fatal, sweet'art," simon mumbles, thumbing your hipbone as he tries to comfort you.

you're still pouting at him when you say, "sure, i guess. but lemme help you?"

and who is simon to say no to that?

"of course, love."

he lets out a quiet chuckle when you press your glossed lips on his forehead, unbothered even when your lips leave a sticky stamp on his skin.

he watches you disinfect his wound with a strawberry-scented sanitizer before wrapping a pink adhesive bandage around it. his worries about having his open wound disinfected by a glittery sanitizer fade away when you picked his hand up to place a kiss on his now-bandaged finger.

glitter-induced infections no longer matter. not when simon's getting nursed to full health by such a pretty girl.

he licks the back of his teeth, clenching his jaw, and thinks, you deserve a reward, don't you, sweetness?

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johnny blanches when he sees the bandage around simon's finger. "LT, what in fuck's name is that?"

his loud voice snags the attention of garrick and their captain who ambled their way towards him upon hearing the commotion. garrick chokes on nothing when he sees the pink bandage that simon's sporting.

"bandage," simon replies, pride heavy in his voice. "from my girl."

johnny whirls and shoots a pointed look towards kyle and john. kyle is the one who breaks the silence.

"…are they safe for use?"

"what's the cat even bandaging?" johnny adds.

simon huffs, flicking his finger up to give the squad a better view. "firstly, this is 'hello kitty'. secondly, you questionin' my girl’s ability to care for me?"

john coughs, looking away, kyle arches a brow at him like the answer should be obvious, and johnny gulps loudly, before mumbling, "...yes."

simon sniffs, unable to blame them. "yeah, well, don't."

the squad is still quiet. waiting.

simon finally gives in and replies, "i checked. they're safe for use."

he rolls his eyes at their dramatic sigh.

"that's good to hear," john says before clapping his hands together once, urging them to disperse.

simon grumbles all the way back to his room.

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simon loves his pretty, dumb girlfriend to death.

he loves seeing you dolled up – skimpy dresses made of silk material paired with heels that could honestly stab someone to death. he also loves seeing you in nothing but his ratty jumpers – loose black sweaters stopping just after your crotch and the sleeves falling past your fingers.

but nothing tops seeing you naked and crying for him.

nothing could ever top this – your legs folded close to your chest, your ankles hooked on his shoulders, your pretty make up running as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes and flood your cheeks.

he thrusts his fingers in your cunt again, breathless when it punches out another slick gush of your squirt, drenching you two even more. you squeal, body locking, your hips lifting from the bed. simon has to press down on your belly to keep you stable.

"siii!" you cry out, thrashing on his hold, but simon just kisses your leg as he continues to fuck his fingers in you.

"shh," simon murmurs, feeling so choked up at the sight you make. "one more for me, yeah?"

you moan out a reply, a garbled mixture of 'yes' and his name, before wrapping your hands around his arms, your acrylics digging into his skin. simon doesn't even register the pain, still too caught up at fingering you to feel the way you're clawing him.

still too caught up at how perfect you are for him.

(later, when he checks the mirror and sees the angry red welts, simon purrs at the sight of them. because simon loves being marked by you, doesn't matter how, as long as he has bearings of your pleasure. pleasure he gave you.)

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simon receives a video message from you. it’s nothing long or conspicuous, but simon still chokes when he finally gets to watch it.

because in the video, you’re wearing simon’s old varsity shirt on top of your university cheer uniform.

“look!” you chirp, twirling for him. “found this in the closet!”

simon slams his captain’s door open and demands a vacation leave.

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the lieutenant has a new tattoo and johnny doesn't know what the actual shit it's supposed to be.

it looks like a wriggly blob of a... cloud? a cotton ball? candy floss?

it was still a somewhat fresh tattoo so simon never truly shows it off – johnny doesn't even know if it's worthy of being shown off – until one night at a bar, simon rolls up the sleeves of his jumper and leans to the squad to point at the blob.

"lookit," he slurs, tipsy and just a touch giddy.

finally, johnny cheers to himself before reaching forward to poke just beside the scribble.

"what's it?"

"mittens," their lieutenant croons, smiling down at his skin like a weirdo.

johnny has seen enough mittens to know that whatever that fucking squiggle is isn't mittens.

"uhm," kyle says, thankfully thinking along the same lines as johnny. "is it?"

"yeah," simon says wistfully, drunken in a lovesick way. "s'my girl's cat. she drew it f'r me."

oh. well, fuck. now that's just too cute.

wait.

"that's a drawing of a cat?" johnny rasps out, choking on his spit before turning to study the tattoo again.

it's still a fucking blob.

christ.

[novemberheart]

{overview} It is finally time to meet Simon.

{warnings} Female reader, a/b/o dynamics

Chapter 3 <- Chapter 4 -> Chapter 5

The cafeteria was nice. Each corner had an area to get food. Two of the corners were offering the same thing, burgers or pizza along with some sides. Kyle explained one corner was for specialized food or allergies and the other corner was for drinks, vending machine snacks, and desserts. You decided on pizza, with fries, a fruit salad and some water.

John carried your tray for you.

It was interesting to see how people reacted to them. They moved quickly out of their way, staring at you in slight disbelief. You could pick out a few omegas just by the way they looked, none of them seemed very friendly.

As you sat a purr erupted from a nearby alpha at your scent. To your surprise Kyle was the first to react, quickly moving between the two of you, a commanding growl leaving him before you could even begin to feel unsafe. Kyle didn't even need to look over his shoulder at the alpha. A beta overpowering an alpha with just one noise wasn't something you got to see every day. It was clear why people steered away from them.

Lunch was relatively silent, most of the conversation between Kate and John was about logistical stuff. She asked if he had looked over the files she had sent him concerning things about you. He nodded, quickly recalling your birthday, where you were born, and your height.

“I didn't even know I had a file,” you added absentmindedly.

“I'll show it to you sometime,” John promised.

After lunch, Kate began to bid her farewells. You gasped softly, your hand instinctively gripping onto her arm.

“We’ll give you two a minute,” John said, leading Kyle around the corner with him.

“Don't you feel a bit better?” Kate questioned. You shook your head.

“Can't you stay for a bit longer?” you practically whined.

“Honey, I'll still be here on base. I just need to finalize some paperwork. I'll call you tonight to check on you, promise.” Her tone was soft like you were a frightened alley cat.

“I don't think I'm ready to be alone with them. What if something happens?” You pleaded, the smell of lemons starting to flow off of you.

“None of that,” she whispered encouragingly. “Remember what we talked about in the car. Nothing will happen to you. I would never put you in harm's way. Now be the good little omega I know you are, okay?” She ran her hand up and down your arms to ground you.

With a slight wobble of your chin, you finally agreed. Giving her a tight hug, you took a deep breath and rounded the corner where John and Kyle were resting against the wall. You wondered if they had heard you. You gave one last look back at Kate who gave you a tough ‘you can do it’ glare.

“Ready?” John asked, causing your attention to go to him.

“Yeah.” You said softly.

Medical was a daunting place. It smelled sterile, and the air was blasting to filter out all the different scents going on. The lights were bright and the furniture sharp and clinical. As you walked you couldn't help but move a bit closer to Kyle. You went up then around then up again before you finally stopped.

“Tavy.” Kyle greeted. You didn't move from your place behind Kyle. Kyle handed him a wrapped-up burger he had taken from the cafeteria.

“Thanks, mate.” His voice was deep, just like all of them. It held a pleasant growl in it that sent a shiver up your spine. “Where’s the pup?” you heard him ask. Kyle looked over his shoulder at you, a gentle smile on his face. He took a step to the side.

He was handsome, of course. Although it wasn't the first time you had seen him he looked even better here, despite the harsh lighting and obvious lack of sleep he's had.

“Pretty thing aren't ya?” His tone wasn't condescending or even malicious. It was sweet, sincere, and softer than before like he knew you were on the edge of being startled. “How was the drive-in?” it was the first normal question you had been asked since your arrival.

“Good, thank you. Started to rain pretty hard,” you answered. He offered you a small smile, before plopping down in a seat. He patted the one next to him, prompting you to sit.

“John Mactavish. But most people call me Johnny." He didn't want you to call him ‘Soap’. Soap was who he was out there. You weren't to be associated with that. You introduced yourself softly. He dug into his burger asking you questions throughout. Kyle sat next to you, while John decided to step into what you assumed was Simons's room.

“Where are you from?”

“What do you like to do?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

It was all surface stuff but it slowly began to etch away at your nervous scent.

“Kyle was right, you do smell good,” Johnny smirked. You could feel Kyle tense from next to you. You shifted in your seat a bit embarrassed.

You don't know why your scent is extra powerful. It always has been even when you were little. It was one of the things that gave away your status before you had even grown into it. All the doctors you've had haven't been able to figure it out either. You would just chalk it up to luck but you weren't quite sure it made you lucky.

John stepped back out of the room.

“He's asleep.” He sighed, running a hand down his face.

“He woke a bit earlier. Wasn't angry, just grumpy but that's normal, aye?” Johnny chuckled.

“Do you want me to go in?” You spoke up. You weren't stupid. You knew the main reason you were here was for this very reason.

“Only if you feel comfortable,” John checked. You swallowed down the nerves that Johnny hadn't fixed yet and got out of the hard blue seat.

“You’ll stay right outside?” you asked, focusing your attention on Kyle. He was the one you felt the most comfortable with at the moment. He quickly nodded his head, moving to sit in the seat closest to the door.

“You'll be fine, yeah? He wouldn't hurt you, even in a dazed state.” Kyle assured, giving you the last little bump you needed.

You slipped inside the door, closing it quietly behind you. The man was massive. You could see that even from the door, his hulking frame taking up all of the hospital bed. His chest rose and fell softly. He wasn't hooked up to any machines, but his bones seemed heavy. He must be pretty medicated. You took a seat next to the bed.

You weren't quite sure what to do. There wasn't much to look at. He had a medical paper mask covering the bottom part of his face. He had dark ginger hair and light lashes. You wondered what color his eyes were. Maybe a green? Or maybe brown?

Suddenly the door opened. Your head whirled around to see John still standing there stepping out of the way for a nurse. She closed the door behind her. She smelled heavily of pheromone blockers. She must've just put some on before she entered.

“You must be his omega?” She hummed softly in greeting.

“Oh well-yeah.” You decided it was best to just agree.

“You must be new around here. I usually work up in the Omega ward and I've never seen or smelt you before.” She chuckled softly.

“It's true I am new to this. All of this.” you sighed your eyes wracking across Simons's large frame. “You wouldn't happen to have any pointers would you?”

“Are you two bonded?” she asked, making you shake your head. “I figured. Well if you were bonded, physical touch is usually what's recommended. I would project your scent and talk to him. It sounds silly but I also think patients can listen to you even when they aren't entirely there.” She explained, taking his temperature. “Low grade fever. That's progress.” she sighed, writing it on a chart. “Let me know if you have any other questions, hun.” She smiled at you warmly before heading towards the door.

You slumped in your seat, eyes still trained on the rising and falling of his chest. “Probably have a fever because you're all covered up,” you muttered. You stood, working slowly at pulling the blankets away from his shoulders and down to his stomach. “Nice tattoos.” You complimented. You grabbed a hold of his hand, lifting his arm so it was above the covers. You moved around the bed doing the same to the other side. “Should also have a cool towel on your head.” you groaned, looking around the room. You went into the bathroom, found a small hand towel, and ran it under cold water.

You hesitantly placed the cool towel on his forehead. You half expected his eyes to snap open and attempt to take a bite out of you. Instead, a gentle rumble shook his chest- it felt almost like a thank you.

“You’re welcome,” you replied in a whisper with a short smile on your face. The rumble disappeared as soon as it came, but you got the meaning behind it. With a sigh, you plopped back down in your chair. “I’m here for you, y’know.” You don't know where it came from, but it suddenly felt easy to talk to him. “They are all worried about you. They all have bags under their eyes and they take turns keeping watch outside your door. So I hope you're working on getting better and not just taking a holiday. Even though I'm sure you deserve one.” you added.

“You don't look like a Simon either. Not that I can see your face all that good. Don't worry I won’t take off your mask.” You assured him even though it was eating you away wanting to know what he looked like. “You seem more like an Axel or Diesel. Something tough. Not that Simon is bad.” you rambled. “When I was little I had a hamster named Simon. He lived quite a while, but he passed away after my dad slammed a door a little too loud. Poor thing.” you muttered, resting your feet against a small ledge below the bed. All was quiet.

‘Project your scent.’ the nurse's words repeated in your head.

“If it's too overwhelming, twitch or groan or something,” you warned. You shut your eyes imagining your scent as a soft white light escaping your form. It was something they taught you at your omega-holding house. The room began to fill with the smell of peaches and vanilla. You wondered if Simon would have a similar reaction to John. You didn't have to wait long to find out.

It wasn't exactly a growl but it wasn't a purr either. It was baritone and instantly made your omega swoon. You tried your best to ignore it and just focus on the task at hand. You continued projecting for another minute, before deciding to stop before it became too much for either of you.

The gravelly rumble continued. What surprised you was the accompanying scent. It was a smokey leather with an end note of black licorice. It was warm, masculine, and slightly overpowering.

“Touché.” you sniffled, scratching at your nose. It wasn't a bad smell, you just weren't used to male alpha musk. All the men you knew were omegas and betas. It also seemed wearing scent blockers was popular at the base. You couldn't blame them, all the different scents in one space could drive even the most trained people insane.

“Don't dish it out if you can't take it.” it was strained and crackly. You sat up in your seat, watching for his next move.

“Do you want me to get someone? A nurse? John?” you questioned lowly.

“No.” he groaned. “Just give me a minute.” he rasped.

“Okay.” you breathed, sinking back down into your seat. You suddenly realize he must be thirsty. You remember seeing some refreshments by the door. You grabbed a paper cup filled it with water and finished it off with a bendy straw. “I'm going to lift your mask just a tiny bit for the straw.” he didn't disagree or pull away. Your fingers trembled slightly. His lips were chapped. Maybe later he would let you put some chapstick on him. Your eyes crinkled at the thought.

You held the straw up to the corner of his mouth and he finished the cup in two gulps. “More?” you asked softly.

“Please.” his voice didn't sound as hoarse. This repeated two more times before he finally began to feel satiated. “Thank you,” he muttered. He had yet to open his eyes. You gripped the corner of the mask pulling it back down. You also flipped the cold towel on his head to the other side. His brows relaxed as the chill began to set in.

“You know my name?” he asked suddenly.

“Simon,” you responded quickly. “My name is”-

“I know your name, pup.” he cut you off. “Johnny and Kyle haven't shut up about it.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Depends if you like having your ankles nipped at.” he had a smirk in his voice. You giggled quietly.

A few moments passed of comfortable silence before you decided to push your luck.

“Can I ask what happened to you?” You asked hesitantly.

“You just did.” He responded bluntly. “Don’t remember too much honestly. I remember hearing an explosion, feeling hot then feeling the floor disappear from under me.”

You winced.

“That must’ve been scary. I’m sorry.” You said sincerely. His lashes fluttered open. Brown. His eyes were brown. But closer to the golden end of the spectrum.

“My fault. I signed up for it.” he sighed.

Hi friends! Hope you are enjoying the series so far! See you in two days for chapter 5!

[therainscene]

Stranger Things 4 is themed around A Nightmare on Elm Street -- Vecna is a child-killer-turned-demon who murders teenagers from within their own minds; his heavily scarred skin and clawed hand resemble that of Freddy Krueger; and the actor who played Freddy himself plays his father.

I think Stranger Things 5 is gearing up to do something similar with The Terminator. Linda Hamilton (Sarah Connor) is the upcoming guest star this season; Vecna's exposed skull and vine-covered neck resembles the T-800--

--and Will's speech at the end of S4 bears striking similarities to Kyle Reece's famous "it can't be reasoned with" speech.

If Vecna is the T-800... then the Mind Flayer is the perfect candidate for Skynet.

[And Hawkins National Laboratory is Cyberdyne Systems -- a military-funded lab that meddled with phenomena beyond its ability to control and paved the way for a sinister hive mind to enter the world.]

I'm pretty sure that the Mind Flayer lies at the heart of whatever timey-wimey stuff is going on. It's suspiciously linked to timeline inconsistencies -- Will is already able to sense it in his neck before his possession in S2, and young Henry in TFS is haunted by the spider monster he wasn't supposed to create for another 20 years.

I've already written a theory on how a causal loop could tie Will and Henry to the Mind Flayer -- whatever's going on is probably more complicated than this, since my theory doesn't explain why the Upside Down is frozen -- but it's worth a read, I think, as it's the same type of time paradox as the one in Terminator and could easily be at the core of ST's time shenanigans.

Will is Kyle Reece or Sarah Connor -- so does that mean he's going to be a gun-toting badass?

No.

This scene is Will coming full circle from that moment in the shed at the start of S1: backed into a corner and forced to resort to violence because he sees no other way out. He doesn't want to kill the monster; he has to.

But the difference is that he's not cornered anymore.

This time around, Will knows his enemy, and he has supportive friends and family at his side. He's just so beaten down -- by Vecna, by Hawkins, by perceived rejections from Mike -- that he's lost all confidence in his ability to stand up for himself on his own terms.

I know it seems at first glance that Will advocates the use of violence in desperate times, but consider the context of the episode in which the above scene appears:

Joyce is reminiscing about her missing son while dealing with Lonnie telling her what to do and feel about it. Shortly after, she realizes how manipulative he's being and permanently kicks him out of her life (and the show lol) -- no violence necessary.

Will's advice hadn't been about the value of violence, but about the value of refusing to play by abusers' rules -- a key lesson in Stranger Things, as we've been watching El learn it the hard way over the course of four seasons.

Will cannot self-actualize by "finally" pulling the trigger on an approach that symbolizes his homophobic father's macho expectations. S5 is going to be about him regaining his self-confidence and allowing his authentic, gentle nature to guide him to the real solution.

So, to return to the "he's not gonna stop" speech: the theme at play here is inevitability, and it's one of the central themes of The Terminator -- not simply because the titular assassin is unstoppable, but because of the love story that drives the plot:

If Skynet hadn't sent the T-800 back in time to kill Sarah Connor before she could give birth to the leader of the human resistance, then Kyle would have had no reason to go back in time and end up unknowingly fathering John. No matter how hard Skynet tried to snuff John Connor out of existence, the rebellious love that created him was just as inevitable as the T-800.

This, I think, is the message at the heart of both Terminator and Stranger Things, and is the reason why The Terminator would be the perfect choice for S5's theme movie:

Sometimes the horrors wrought by humanity are inescapable...

...but so too is the hopeful human drive to love each other and overcome them.

Read Brenner's role in creating Vecna as a metaphor for homophobic Reagan-era fear-mongering and it all clicks into place, I think.

[kylelovskii]

THE MEAN KYLE SMUT IS WHAT I NEEDED UGHHH I NEED MORE OF HIM, BULLY KYLE IS THE ONLY HESDCANON

OMG YESSS FRRR

like with how angry he gets— bully kyle just seems right 😇😇

holding my kyle plush as i write this tbh

"you’re pretty..y'know that?" cartman asked you, pushing your hair behind your ear. you looked down, all shy, and nodded. "thank you.."

you knew this was wrong. kyle would surely find out, but you couldn’t help the way the compliments made you feel, and you also couldn’t help the way you felt when kyle would say such degrading things to you.

you two weren’t even together, so what was the harm of a little flirting with eric?

"bet you’re a good girl too. wanna show me?" your faced turned red. "are you sure? i don’t have much experience.." you bashfully admitted. cartman waved a hand and shook his head. "i’ll show you the ropes, doll."

"really?" you asked, eyes wide and expecting.

the the whole group was at eric’s house, but without kyle noticing, eric led you to a secluded area to whisper sweet nothings to you, and possibly get in your pants. it was definitely working.

"really," he answered, giving you an affirming nod.

you smiled as your eyes strayed over his shoulder, then you spotted kyle, gripping a cup of some sort of drink, tight. so tight you could see his knuckles turning white.

eric noticed your smile fading and the direction you were looking in. removing his hand from your face, he slid it down to your waist as he turned around.

his smirked faded as well, noticing the very tall red head. his face almost matched his hair, he looked so mad.

he dropped the cup on the floor, the liquid seeping into the carpet. cartman mentally cursed kyle. now he had another mess to clean up.

kyle shoved past cartman and gripped your arm, dragging you upstairs. as you squeaked know fear, he stayed silent. having been to cartman’s house a shit ton of times, he knew there was a guest bedroom. he swung the door open and slammed it shut. loud enough for the whole house to hear.

"doll? yeah fuckin' right. doll." he shoved you down on the bed and forcefully pulled your panties down. "more like a cheap whore."

"wait— st—" kyle grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks, and pulling it closer to his. "shut up. quit talking. i’ve heard enough of your annoying voice for one day."

kyle let go of you, taking off his glasses and shoving them on your face. he then unbuckled his pants, pulling them down slightly. he climbed into the bed, on his knees, then pulling his boxers down, freeing his cock.

"remember what i said last time? how you’re being punished and you’re not gonna get your way?" you started to say yes, but you were cut off, "i said i don’t wanna hear you. i know you remember. this is exactly one of those punishments. now you shut up and take what i give you."

he pried your legs open, then shoved himself inside you. he leaned his head back, groaning. "god, you are tight."

he started to fuck you at a brutal pace, harder than you could take. you sobbed loudly. "mgh—! wai—" you cried out, reaching up to put a hand on kyle’s shoulder.

"go on, cry. no one’s gonna come up here and fuck you like i do though. not cartman, not kenny, not anybody," he spat, grunting out each word. "i’msorryi’msorryi’msorry— kyle, pleaseee," you cried, tears streaming down your face from how good it hurt.

his pace was getting faster, and your screaming louder. his glasses began to fall off your face. he felt so good, but at the same time it was hurting. it hurt so good though.

"oh, don’t beg for me now. you were so ready for cartman to come up here and take you. but..i beat him to it, didn’t i, bitch?" the nickname made you pulse around him. he let out a loud groan.

"mmh…you like it when i call you a bitch, huh? thought you were a good girl? so much for that." the grip he hand on your waist was harsh and painful, surely to leave bruises.

you were so lost in the pleasure until you felt a sting on your cheek. then you felt it again. he was slapping you, trying to get your attention. "hey! i’m talking to you, cum dump."

a lovesick smile painted your face. "hmm?" you whimpered out. "you think anyone can fuck you like i do? s'that why you go around, lookin' for to someone to fuck you stupid?" you shook your head, letting out a desperate moan.

"speak up," he demanded. "n—..no. i don’t!" you whined, still shaking your head. "then why the hell do you do it, huh?"

"’cause…‘cause you’re mean! they’re n—nice!" kyle let out a loud, high pitched laugh. "i don’t give a shit if i’m mean or not. still fuckin' you, aren’t i? and look at you, you’re about to cum."

then kyle pulled out, ruining your orgasm. you cried, more and more tears falling down your face. "noo! nonono!" you whined, the brattiness lacing your voice. "shut up."

kyle scooted up, stroking himself quickly before letting out a loud moan and cumming all over your face.

he sighed, pulling his pants and boxers back up, then buckling his belt again. he looked at you, smirking. "god, you’re so pretty like that. go clean up. i’ll see you down stairs." he took his glasses off your face, and wiped the few drops of his release off them, then put them on his face, pushing them up with his thumb.

he got off the bed, then left the room before you could even beg for him to let you finish.

[grapenamjams]

Gaz with a recovering injured reader

This is part two to Gaz scenario with a fatally injured reader

A/n: this was long overdue

“You’re giving the nurses a headache, with your pacing Gaz” Kyle starts at the sound of the captains gruff voice sounding next to him.

Kyle apologetically looks at the nurses at their station. Giving him a sympathetic look before his eyes land on Price’s crossed arms.

“Captain.” He states as a greeting standing straighter, not realizing he had hunched forward in his so on pacing.

The base’s medical wing was filled with its usual sounds of conversation, hurried footsteps, stretcher wheels and monitors. But the captains clear voice cut through Kyle’s buzzing mind “What are you doing here Gaz?”

Kyle’s eyes shoot to price, raking his brain if he was supposed be somewhere else, a meeting he had forgotten? But the captains face didn’t look like he was here to reprimand him.

The sergeant’s eyes then looked to the room number placed beside the door. The same one that has been engraved in his memory, from prior attempted visits.

“I came to see [name]. Heard they were stable enough for visits.” he said putting his hands in his pockets.

Price huffed “didn’t make myself clear” Kyle looked back at him again confused. “What are you doing out here Gaz.” The captains voice was calm as always.

the soldiers gaze returns back to the floor. Knowing what his captain meant but unable to say the truth. “I don’t know”

But he did. He was supposed to be in that room the moment he heard that you were stable to be by your side when you woke up, but he hadn’t. telling himself that he should let you rest, that you were being taken care of, that he would come visit you once you were awake and now the moment has come, and he had been pacing the floor outside your room for the past two hours. 

“I hate lies. Especially from my team” his voice grumbles. But Kyle feels him move towards him, feeling his arm clasp his shoulder. price lets out a breath “let go of that guilt. That’s why I’m captain, I’m the one to hold it” kyle eyes look back to prices strong ones but ones that always had a shadow around the edges with tiredness. “But Cap I-“ Kyle started

Before price cuts him off “go see them son, before I drag you in there myself”

Kyle sucks in a breath when he sees price disappear around the corner.

Opening the door to your room and imagining what he would see is something that had crossed his mind ever since they told him you made it out of surgery.

But the image of you sitting up on the edge of your bed, reaching for the wheel chair was not one.

“What do you think you are doing?” Kyle’s voices rises rushing to you.

Your eyes blink up at him, taken by surprise at his sudden presence. sighing, still reaching out for the wheelchair you answer determined “Getting out of here”

Gaz pushes the wheelchair away from you even though you were not nearly in reach of it. “That so? On whose orders?”

“Mine. Now be a darling and bring it over” you see him shake his head. He pushes your shoulders gently, laying you back down onto the hospital bed. “Not a chance. You’re staying put until the doctor says you’re okay”

You let out a slight wince at the movement before rolling your eyes. “I’m fine gaz. Stop looking at me like I’m going to break at any moment”

His gaz takes you in and a flash of blood presents itself on your adomen and leg, and your pale face with your eyes closed. The image receeds as fast as it came. “You almost died.” His voice comes out hoarse and pained making you look up at him. His handsome features looking weary.

“But I didn’t. We both had close calls before.” you say

“Not like this” he says softly. “You lost so much blood..you were on that operating table for so long. and I-“ with each word he finds his voice again “I didn’t know if you were going to make it. But I needed you too. I needed to hear your voice again, that was all I asked for these past few weeks. To hear your voice once more, to know you were still in this world.”

His mind goes to the unbearable silence that hadn’t stopped ringing after you’d gone quite on the other side of his comms that day. A silence louder than any explosion or gun shot he’s witnessed. A absent sound that made him almost go mad.

“Kyle” calling his name softly makes his eyes refocus on you.

He steps closer to your bedside. “I can’t loose you. I refuse too. if I’m near you or away, just knowing you’re alive and breathing is all I need” his voice goes soft again.

You take his his hand in yours. Watching your fingers intertwine. “You won’t loose me. And I am planning on being alive for a long time” squeezing his hand gently “ Besides I sort of need to be alive to go on our date.

Kyle looks at you surprised. “You- You remember?”

You give him a smile “what? You backing out on me? And here I was looking forward to it”

His smile appears as he chuckles, shaking his head, stepping closer to you cupping his hands on your face. “No, I would never dream of it, love”

You smile up at him relaxing into his touch “good because you’re stuck with me”

His thumb rubs your cheek “till forever and more”

[happyandticklish]

Exposure Therapy

Notes: Commission for an anonymous doner~ I haven’t had an opportunity to write for these dorks before, so I appreciate you giving me one! The fic itself is set several years in the future, so they’re both around sixteen in this for clarity’s sake. Hope you all enjoy! ^^

Summary: Stan’s crush on Kyle ends up having unforeseen side effects in the form of a sudden and rapid obsession with tickling his best friend. 

He wasn’t quite sure when it had become a problem, only that it had and that he needed to cut it out soon before he ended a nearly decade long friendship over this new weird obsession of his.

Kyle was ticklish. Obviously, Stan had known about this before. It was difficult not to notice it, in fact, as Cartman had made it his goal to antagonize the other with it for years of their childhood after he had found out. Back then it had just been another facet of Kyle’s being, nothing to pay too much mind to. It was just a piece of knowledge in the back of his brain.

Kyle was ticklish.

Then, they had gotten older and things had changed and that simple friendship had changed into what was most likely a very one-sided, and very repressed, crush. Stan wasn’t sure that anyone ever meant to fall for their best friend, but he really hadn’t. He hadn’t really become aware that that was what was happening until the two were partnered up in gym one day and Kyle had casually lifted up his shirt to wipe some sweat off of his forehead. It was a small amount of skin, skin that he had seen a thousand times before, skin that should not have made his heart skip a beat. So, from then on, he had worked as hard as he could to shove down the weird butterfly conservatory that had set up tent inside his stomach and force himself to be Stan Marsh, normal boy and best friend of Kyle.

For nearly a year, with the exceptions of a few minor hiccups, things went great inside that department. Or they did, all the way until Stan jokingly poked Kyle in the side one day and he flinched. And smiled. And nearly laughed.

And suddenly, the butterflies were inconsolable.

He told himself it meant nothing. He told himself it meant nothing when a week later he ‘accidentally’ squeezed Kyle’s knee a little too hard when he stood up. He told himself it meant nothing when friendly jostling kept turning into squeezes and pokes that had Kyle giggling out frantic protests. He told himself it meant nothing when Kyle would smile and Stan’s fingers would flex on the bed in a helpless reflex.

He told himself it meant nothing when Kyle seemed to somehow get tickled almost every time the two of them met up.

He was still telling himself it meant nothing when he went over to Kyle’s house that afternoon to read comics instead of doing the homework they had told their parents about.

“Oh. You’re early.”

Kyle was at the door, hair messy from sleep and eyes squinted slightly like they always did when he first woke up. Stan glanced down at him—he loved that he had to look down now, even if it annoyed Kyle to no end—and offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Mom kicked me out for the day, so I figured I’d just head over here early. Are you just waking up? You do know it’s 1pm, right?”

“You should be glad I’m even awake right now. I refuse to be up early in the summer if there are not life-threatening consequences at stake.”

“I count as a life-threatening consequence?”

“Close enough.”

Kyle grinned and the sight was enough to make Stan squeeze the strap of his backpack. He pushed quickly into the house before Kyle could notice his effect on the other. “So, I stopped down at Main St. on the way over to grab some of the newer editions that just dropped. Admittedly, most of them are just reprints, but there’s a couple new titles.”

“What’s the point of getting the reprints if we already have them?”

“Well, the cover art is new, and I’ve heard there’s bonus epilogues at the ends of some of them.”

“Oh, well, if it’s bonus epilogues, I guess I see your point. I rescind my earlier doubt and furthermore will trust in the future excitement of this endeavor.”

Stan frowned. Kyle’s sarcastic attitude had been a staple of his character since he was a kid, but going through puberty had seemed to amplify it somehow. Which was fine if a bit annoying along with his ever-constant cynicism, but Stan could never help feeling slightly offended when it was directed towards himself.

Kyle must have noticed the expression on his face, because he softened a little and nudged past Stan with a smile. “Well, don’t just stand there, let’s look over them. Might as well after you spent so much money on them instead of saving for that car your mom’s always ranting about.”

The subject of the car had quickly become a new factor in Stan’s life, an addition he was less than thrilled about. It made him far too aware that he was sixteen and therefore two years away from college and therefore six years away from the rest of his life.

Stan rolled his eyes but followed the other, trying not to think about being alone in a room with his best friend—trying to keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets where they needed to stay for the afternoon.

Kyle’s room had evolved over the many years Stan had known him. Hungrily collected figurines and a variety of scattered textbooks became replaced by movie posters and memorabilia that in turn got replaced by band photos and useless knickknacks hidden precariously throughout the room. To call it clean would be lying, but it wasn’t messy in the typical high school boy way that Stan’s was. It was almost like there was too much of Kyle to fit into the small space and as such his room was bursting at the seams. Journals were laid open on desks, half-empty water bottles were shoved into various crevices, and amongst the Rubik’s Cubes and comics was a detailed runic sword in the corner from when he had first delved into LARP-ing.

Not to mention, Kyle’s presence lingered so heavily in the room that it was nearly overwhelming at times. Stan sat carefully down on the bed as they delved into the various comic books, reminding himself that friends don’t get weird about being in other friend’s rooms for a simple hangout. Kyle was still in his pajamas too and his movements were heavy from exhaustion as he flopped down on the bed next to Stan. He seemed perfectly relaxed. Stan desperately wished he could share in that sentiment.

For the first hour or so, things seemed fine. The reprints were as uninteresting as suspected, but Kyle made up for it by dramatically reading along to the sections they had practically memorized by that point. Stan made fun of him at first but after a while it was hard to resist joining in. The two switched out parts as they went, but Kyle grew impatient and kept skipping ahead and leaving Stan out entirely.

Which, of course, obviously had to be retaliated.

Kyle’s words stumbled into a yelp when a finger jabbed into his side, his smug grin scrambling into something more helpless. The way he was laying made it difficult to bring his arms down, so he settled on swatting uselessly at Stan’s arm with huffed protests.

“Stan, c-cut it out!”

“Stop interrupting me and I’ll consider it.”

Kyle managed to roll over on his side, curling away from Stan and effectively blocking the tickling for a moment. Stan’s hands were drawn back already in retreat, even though everything in him longed to tease the strip of skin that had been revealed after Kyle’s shirt had rucked up. Kyle grumbled, his elbow darting in to rub away the leftover sensation. “Why is it always tickling with you nowadays?”

It was an innocent enough question and perfectly reasonable at that. Still, Stan’s heart kicked into high gear at the mention of his newest obsession. He scoffed, ignoring the red quickly covering his face. “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish, I wasn’t even trying to that time. Besides, what’s so bad about it anyway?”

An incredulous noise came from Kyle’s curled form. “Besides everything?”

“Kyle.”

“I don’t know. It’s annoying. And… weird. I just feel so helpless, y’know? I hate that I’m so susceptible to it, especially since you apparently grew out of it since we were ten.”

Stan had not, in fact, grown out of it, but he had gotten better at resisting it. Not that he decided to mention that now. He grabbed Kyle’s side gently and rolled him back over, making sure to keep his hand flat and entirely untickly despite the familiar impulse rearing its ugly head. Stan’s insistent eyes bored into Kyle’s reluctant ones until his look of annoyance became flush with a nervous awkwardness.

“What? What’s that look for?”

“What if you let me tickle you?”

The words seemed to fly out in a breathless rush as Stan said them, and the way Kyle’s eyebrows shot up at the inquiry made him want to shove them right back in his mouth. Instead, he pushed forward before Kyle could disown him as a friend forever. “You said you hate that it makes you feel helpless. What if I tickled you, gently, to show you that I’ll stop whenever you ask me to.”

Kyle’s eyes darted down to the hand on his hip and back up. “And why would I do that?”

Stan shrugged. “Exposure therapy? Resistance training? A way to pass the time?”

Seconds ticked by in agonizing silence as Stan felt the very foundations of their friendship crumble under him. Any second now, Kyle would realize that no normal best friend of over five years would ask their other best friend of over five years if they could tickle them which would of course lead to the realization that something else was at play here. Following that, Kyle would shove him off in disgust, demand that he leave his house, and force Stan to kick himself for months after for making such a stupid mistake.

And then…

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. But only for five minutes.”

“Ten.”

“What? No way!”

“You can’t gain any benefits from exposure therapy in five minutes!”

Kyle sized up him up, but evidently decided that he didn’t know enough about the subject to counter the point. “Fine. But only ten, and you have to stop if I ask you to.”

Stan’s grin was blinding as he agreed. “Deal.”

Several beats of awkward rearrangement later, Kyle found himself splayed out on the bed with his arms stationed hesitantly over his head. At some point he had shifted and his shirt had ridden up, a situation Kyle had not yet rectified. Probably because it would be an inconvenience. Possibly because he wanted Stan to take advantage of that. Realistically because he hadn’t noticed.

The slip of skin held Stan’s attention as he settled in next to Kyle, trying to disguise his excitement as determination. “Alright, so the only rules are that you can’t physically stop me and that you have to at least try to withstand it. It’s cheating if you just give in right away.”

Kyle rolled his eyes but nodded. “Yeah, sure, fine. But if I do say to stop, you have to. And you have to be gentle with it—I’m pretty sure exposure therapy is supposed to be subtle. Not that this is even close to that considering I don’t have a goddamn tickling phobia, but I digress.”

“Are you sure?” Stan quirked a brow. “You know gentle can be worse sometimes, right? Especially considering how ticklish—”

“Gentle’s fine,” Kyle interrupted quickly. If Stan wasn’t mistaken, there was a hint of red overtaking his features. “Just get on with it already, everyone knows that the anticipation’s the worst part.”

“Well, in that case, maybe we should—”

“Stan.”

“Fine, fine, let me set the timer.”

Stan messed around with Kyle’s alarm clock for a bit (superhero themed despite his teenage years, which should’ve been dorky but was somehow cute anyway), before assessing the situation at hand.

For as much as Kyle’s ticklishness had been cropping up in Stan’s life, each moment had been brief and rushed due to the scuffle that would arise from it. As such, Stan had never had a proper chance to explore the full depth of Kyle’s sensitivity—he wasn’t even sure where he should start. It was weirdly daunting to tickle someone with their permission and Stan hadn’t thoroughly prepared himself for the pressure it would bring. Where was a normal place to tickle? The sides? And what if he wasn’t ticklish there and they both just had to sit in the awkward silence that ensued?

“Well?” Kyle’s antsy voice cut through his thoughts. “Timer’s ticking, man. Look, if you’re trying to rile me up, I really don’t appreciate—”

“I know, I know, I’m just planning, alright?”

Nervously, Stan set his hands down on Kyle’s sides. He had jumped earlier at the poke, and in the past that general area had worked. Kyle inhaled slightly, shifting as he gripped his bedframe tighter. Good signs. He wiggled his fingers almost clinically over his shirt, more acting out the motions of tickling than doing it. A grin flitted over Kyle’s features, his eyes scrunching shut as he fought to resist the sensations, which seemed like a positive response. Feeling a tad more confident, Stan’s fingers spidered curiously up and around the area in haphazard loops.

He hadn’t told Kyle, but outside of the bullshit he had fed Kyle’s and his own odd cravings, he was hoping to use the experience to sus out where and how ticklish Kyle really was. Mostly for strategic reasons, but also to satiate a growing curiosity inside him. There was something so oddly thrilling about looking at someone, seeing a part of them, and knowing that a simple poke of the finger would make them crumple. Or maybe it was only thrilling with Kyle. Stan hadn’t quite worked out yet whether this was a tickling thing or a Kyle thing or both. For now, he was content to go along with his impulses, especially when given an opportunity as tempting as this.

The giggles had begun, a quiet, stuttered stream of them that Kyle kept attempting to hold back like they were a bad case of the hiccups. The muscles in his arms twitched as Stan kept tickling, begging him to let them block this.

“Tickle?” Stan teased, unable to help himself. Kyle’s eyes snapped open into a glare, but it was a weak one when combined with the flustered expression taking over the rest of his face. Stan held his gaze for a few, electrifying seconds before Kyle averted it. “It’s okay if it does, you know. Everyone’s ticklish. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Y-Yes it ihis,” Kyle gritted out, forcing the words into something comprehensible between all his laughter. “It’s fucking m-mortifying.”

“I don’t find it mortifying.”

“You’re n-not the one being tihihickled—shit, can you fucking move?”

“Oh.” Stan glanced down at his hands, dancing freely over the same spot on Kyle’s sides—a spot that had him fidgeting and squirming like mad on the bed. “The sides, huh? Well, maybe we should stay here then, if this is such a bad spot. That way you’ll quicken your resistance training.”

Kyle let out an indignant strangled sound, fighting through another fit of giggles before he could respond. “It’s nohohot the wohohorst spot!”

“So somewhere else is then?”

“Noho!”

“Well, it can hardly be both, Kyle. So you better start suggesting places or I’ll have to choose for you. Like… what about here?” Stan teasingly crawled his hands up his sides and onto his ribs, allowing his nails to curl around their edges. “Better?”

Kyle did not respond due to the influx of laughter that had just taken him over, but based off the frantic, panicked thrashing the move had induced, Stan assumed it was a safe bet to make. Petty remarks had transformed into a series of nononono’s as Kyle shook his head in protest.

“So, this is your worst spot!”

“No—no, god, s-sHIT, fuhuhuck, c-cut it out!”

“Really?” Stan’s eyebrows shot up. “You seem pretty ticklish here, I don’t know.”

Kyle attempted a growl, but it merely collapsed into a pitched giggle a couple moments later. “S-sure, whahahatever man! J-Just lighten uhuhup!”

“I have lightened up man, I don’t think I can be gentler.”

“Well, it tihihickles!”

“Clearly,” Stan agreed, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat at the other’s confirmation. “I mean, this is kind of sad to watch. This really shouldn’t tickle that much, I’m barely touching you.”

Kyle groaned, hiding his red face in the crook of his arm. “Oh my god, shuhuhut up!”

“No, seriously, watching you is making me feel nervous.” It wasn’t entirely just a tease either. Watching Kyle squirm, fingers tightening and loosening on the bed, feet kicking like mad and digging into the mattress, red crawling over his skin like a descending sunset as frantic giggles took him over—it was hard to observe without feeling a little squirmy yourself. It almost made Stan feel bad enough to stop. Almost. “Which is why it is definitely necessary for me to find your worst spot if this is how much you’re reacting from this alone.”

“Maybe I don’t h-hahahve a wohohorst spot!”

A lie, definitely. “Maybe. But you wouldn’t be so desperate right now if you didn’t. So, you can either tell me now, or I can find it.”

Kyle let out a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a groan that twisted something traitorously in Stan’s stomach. “Why i-is thihis relehevant?”

It wasn’t, really, but now that Stan basically had it confirmed that there was somewhere worse than this, somewhere that would truly drive him insane, he couldn’t just let things go there. “Resistance training, remember? And since you’re not offering up any ideas, I guess it’s on me to go exploring.”

And exploring he went. Nine minutes of exploring every ticklish spot he could find, nine minutes of Kyle still not stopping him in either an insane act of stubbornness or a subtle admittance of something, nine minutes of hearing Kyle let out every squeak, squeal, giggle, snort, and wheeze known to mankind before he finally found it. It wasn’t even on purpose either. A simple grab of the leg to readjust and Kyle’s arms were shooting down to shove him off, anticipatory giggles and protests already falling off of his lips.

The two locked eyes for a brief moment as Kyle sat up, staring down at Kyle’s knee and Stan’s hand that had clearly been knocked off.

“Oh—”

“No.”

“I see—”

“Stan, seriously, fuck off, it’s nothing.”

“So that’s it—”

“Stan, I will knee you so fucking hard, don’t you dare—”

“Fine, fine,” Stan held up his hands in defeat, unable to help his own amused grin at Kyle’s desperation. “I’ll let it go, even though you technically didn’t finish your full time. But only because you look like you’re actually going to kill me and I want to live through this afternoon.”

Kyle eyed him skeptically for a moment, assessing the truthfulness of the statement. His knees were protectively tucked under himself and Stan felt his fingers flex anxiously by his side.

"Alright," Kyle said, after a reluctant beat. "Thanks. I still think that whole thing was pointless, but I'm willing to admit that it was nice to have someone actually stop when asked."

"So, theoretically, you would be down to get tickled if I just listened to—"

"Don't push it."

And even though Kyle didn’t untense for the rest of that night, Stan kept true to his word. Primarily because of what he had said, but also because a knot had begun tying itself in Stan’s stomach throughout those nine minutes that had grown to such a size that Stan didn’t feel like he could try anything without either throwing up or admitting to something, neither of which were desirable options.

Because unfortunately, he had a feeling this was probably both a Kyle thing and a tickling thing. Which meant only one thing.

Stan was fucked.

[mouwrites]

I have had this in my head for FOREVER but…

Atom Bomb Baby by The Five Stars and Butters Stotch or Kyle Broflovski, your pick!

~🍋

YESS I listened to this song and thought it was totally something to dance to!! (Also, so good to see you again my friend! :D)

Word count: 1k

South Park - Atom Bomb Baby (Kyle) (400 follower event)

“I hate winter,” you huffed, rubbing your gloved hands together for the umpteenth time in a futile attempt at warming them.

No matter how many of these harsh South Park winters you lived through, you never, ever got used to them. It was as if each year got colder than the last; you always thought you were prepared, but then the most brutal cold you’d ever experienced would come for you. It seeped right through your clothes, your skin—straight down to your bones. In short, it was unbearable.

Kyle just laughed beside you. You shot him a scowl, and he smiled innocently, giving a little shrug. “Hey, it’s South Park,” was all he said.

In the process of turning away your eyes landed on a little shop on the corner of the street you were walking down. It was an antique store.

Your eyes lit up; it was the perfect excuse to escape the cold for a few minutes! You grabbed Kyle’s hand and began jogging along.

“Hey!”

Kyle’s protests came in a steady stream as you went, but you ignored them. You were dead set on going inside, and you weren’t going to let your grumpy boyfriend stop you.

The moment you opened the door, you were hit with a wall of musty heat. It was so intense that you had to close your eyes for a second, waiting for that strong gust to subside. 

“Good lord, it’s hot in here,” Kyle coughed, literally choking on the heat.

You just let out a sigh, taking slow, deliberate steps further into the warmth. You opened your eyes to find yourself surrounded by charming antiques: teacups, figurines, jewelry—all finely polished and clearly well-cared for by their previous owners.

You heard Kyle shedding layers somewhere behind you as you wandered among the dark wooden shelves, enamored with each new artifact you saw. 

“It smells in here.” Suddenly Kyle was behind you again, tugging on the shoulders of your coat. You unzipped it, allowing him to take it for you; the heat was rather oppressive.

“It’s wonderful,” you breathed, picking up a little ceramic cat figurine. “Look how cute!”

You beamed at him, satisfaction blooming in your chest when his stern face melted into a softer one at the sight of your smile.

“I guess so,” he admitted, his cheeks going rosy while he looked away bashfully.

He stepped forward to take your hand, squeezing it affectionately. You weren’t sure if the disinterested eyes scanning the store were a farce or not, but either way you were grateful that he seemed to be assenting to stay.

At the end of the aisle you were walking down was a peculiar machine that felt familiar somehow. You approached with wary eyes, tilting your head as if that would help you understand what it was.

“Is that an antique record player?”

“It is!” You gasped, letting go of Kyle’s hand to go mess with it.

“Woah there, kiddo!” A voice came from a counter a few feet away from the radio. A rotund man came waddling out, quick to put a protective hand on the machine. “She’s fragile, you know.”

“Sorry,” you chuckled, taking a step back. You elected to ignore the defensive scowl that Kyle was sending the man.

“But she works! Wanna hear a little jig?”

You nodded vigorously, eyes sparkling as the man pulled out a record and set it up. He expertly adjusted the knobs, clearly having done this before, and soon an old jazzy tune was playing, filling the stuffy air with a “little jig,” as he called it.

Got a doll baby, I love her so

Nothing else like her anywhere you go

Man she's anything but calm

A regular pint-sized atom bomb

“Now this is the kind of music that needs dancin’ to,” he winked at Kyle, nodding not-so-inconspicuously towards you.

Kyle’s cheeks darkened, and his whole face went red when you started to giggle. You decided to spare him by initiating the dance yourself, stepping forward with an outstretched hand.

Before he could decline, the man who’d set up the music was taking your coats from his hand and giving him a little thumbs-up, retreating behind the counter to give you space.

Kyle’s hand was hesitant as it came to hold yours. He sent a nervous look to the man, as if he could somehow telepathically teach him what to do. 

You laughed, pulling him along into a little swing dance. You weren’t entirely sure what you were doing yourself, but you were having fun. The song was catchy, and it was surprisingly easy to move your feet to the rhythm. 

Kyle was watching you with shocked eyes. It was a little hard to see while moving, but they were overflowing with enamourment. He was absolutely enchanted by you; your energy, the way you were moving, the smile on your face… and soon he found himself smiling, too, and trying to copy your movements.

Suddenly you were both up in the clouds. It was as if you were in your own world in that moment. A world of dancing, music, love, magic. Laughter, too, as you tried to impress each other with increasingly ridiculous dance moves.

By the time the record stopped you were both red in the face and doubled over, both from lack of breath and from laughter. You toppled to the floor, holding your stomach.

“Shit, are you okay?” Kyle managed through laughs, succumbing to falling over a moment later.

As you began to compose yourself again, you found Kyle’s hand outstretched to you, and you took it. He wasn’t helping you up; he was just holding it. The way he was looking at you told you that something profound was going on in his head—or was it his heart?

You blushed, quirking an eyebrow up in question. He just shook his head, looking at his toes with the softest of smiles. 

“You’re my atom bomb baby,” he muttered, referencing the first of the songs you’d just danced to.

You snorted, but you couldn’t help but blush, too. 

“You’re cheesy,” you teased, standing up and pulling him with you. Once standing you pulled him closer, pecking his lips. “But I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Don’t make it a competition.”

“I’d win.”

“Oh, would you?”

Kyle smirked, eager to dive into this banter with you, internally admiring this fiery bombshell that he adored so much.

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(divider by saradika)

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❤️ for hertwood maybe? 👀👀

Thank you so much! I've been trying to write something for them since the infamous Boyfriend Teammates fiasco. Finally pushing me to do this!

❤️First Kiss

Colton almost threw his pole across the boat after the millionth fish got away from him. He made a strained noise through his teeth, choosing to slam the pole on the bench instead and stomp off to get more bait. 

“You gotta reel slower, man,” Kyle offered, helping Colton get the bait out. “If you yank that fast it's just gonna scare the snapper off.” 

Hands on his hips, Colton frowned at him. “Man, I just wanted to go surfing. This sucks.” 

That was maybe a little harsh, he could see the way Kyle tried to control his annoyance. Threading the hook back for Colton, untangling the line from around the rod for him, then handing it to him with a raised eyebrow. The question in his face made Colton flame with shame from acting like a spoiled child. “Sorry…” He took the rod and shuffled away to cast out again. 

“Listen, I know you didn’t want to necessary do this, but Marcus wants to surf tomorrow so w-”

“No sorry, I’m just being a brat,” Colton had the decency to mumble. Really he truly didn’t hate this. He was having fun out with Kyle, enjoying the Florida beaches while they prepped for St. Pete. It was just that he hated fishing with a burning passion. Colton had never had the patience for just sitting around hoping for something would happen, and then maybe catching it when it did. 

But Kyle loved it… so he would try for Kyle. 

Kyle was quietly looking at him, his own rod abandoned on the other side of the boat. Colton tried to keep his eyes out on the water, but he was suddenly feeling particularly studied. Don’t frown to hard, look like you’re having a good time, stop glaring; none of his internal advice seemed to be helping though and Colton could feel his face getting redder under Kyle's eyes. He hoped he’d be able to blame it on the sun. 

“Hold on,” Kyle finally said, suddenly appearing next to Colton. The older man adjusted a couple things on the rod in Colton’s hands, letting their hands brush a few times as he readjusted the tightness of his line again. “Loosen your grip for me, okay cool, now place your finger here.”

“Here?” Colton tried to follow the instruction, while also trying to distinctly not stare at Kyle’s shirtless chest pressing right up against his arm. Like damn he was hot too, but he wasn’t trying to show off and accidentally give himself a sunburn. Kyle had a very different relationship to the heat and sun than he did though. Colton liked being outside, but California heats and Florida heats were so different. Kyle seemed so at home meanwhile under the searing rays and muggy air- like he didn’t feel it at all. All the freckles across his shoulders were like badges of honor showing off how Kyle had defeated the sun. Colton really tried to focus back on the fishing line…

Kyle shook his head, hand guiding under Colton’s. “No, here. If you put your finger here you’ll be able to feel the line move a little easier. Should give you less trouble to start your reel back.” He seemed like he was gonna add something else but hesitated. 

“What else? Give it to me straight, doc.” 

It made Kyle laugh. A sound Colton loved. Kyle had this laugh that could fill the entire space, spreading his joy around freely. But he was a little more sparing with those laughs, trying to stay focused and serious around the track normally. Any time Colton could get a laugh out of Kyle he wanted to record it. Save it away to replay when he was having a stressful day. He was sure the sound could cure his depression. 

“I was just gonna say; if you’re starting to reel one in. Don’t go so fast. Like, you need to pull back,” Kyle mimicked the motion without holding a pole so it looked a little silly. “But then stop and give the fish some slack… they yank again and start reeling.”

“If I get another one ever…” Colton sighed. He gave the rod a little jerk like Kyle had taught him earlier to draw the fish's attention to the tackle- in theory. In practice it hadn't seemed to work so far. 

Suddenly Kyle’s hand was patting his shoulder, squeezing a little and making him jolt. His hand was way too warm under the hot sun, making Colton sweat even harder, his shirt sticking to his shoulder. “Hey, if you wanna quit for now it’s okay. I just appreciate you coming out and trying this at all.”

Colton’s frown deepened and he held his ground. “No way man, I’m not gonna let a fish beat me.” He caught Kyle smiling out of the corner of his eye. “Besides… it makes you happy so.” 

And something seemed to click with that. Like the perfect turn of a reel, Kyle was on the hook without either of them realizing. 

Kyle stared at him in shock. “Why- why does that matter?”

The line was tugging out of Colton’s hands and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t even know he was holding it. What was this? His heart was inside his throat suddenly as he looked at Kyle. At this angle he could see that spill of freckles not just on his shoulders but his whole face, the same soft brown as his searching eyes. Uh oh.

“Well…” Colton fumbled to get the fishing pole in the holder on the side of the boat, just desperate for a break for Kyle’s scorching touch. “I mean… I want you to be happy and um, I wanna- I guess care about your interests?” 

“Why?” 

It felt like he was running out of fishing line, but he didn’t know what to- what did he want here?

Swallowing that lump stuck in his throat Colton worked himself to face Kyle. “I, um, well I mean…”

“Colton, why do you care if I’m happy? I’m just your teammate.” 

Colton jerked the pole, desperate not to lose this. “No. No you’re definitely not just a teammate Kyle, I…” he licked his lips watching his own shock mirrored on the other’s face. “I think I, uh, like you.”

“You think?” 

“Look man I don’t know how to explain it I-”

And Kyle was laughing again, grin reaching across ear to ear. “Colton, why do you think I was so determined to hang out with you without Marcus.” 

“Uhh…”

Colton couldn’t believe it as Kyle walked into his space, smiling at him wildly. “Is this okay?” he asked gently, hands hovering over Coltons body. 

Oh god this was- This was happening. Colton didn’t expect any of this; it hadn’t been a planned thing. But now Kyle was here in his grasp practically and he was confessing things he meant to keep locked down for the sake of professionalism and the other wasn’t pushing him off the boat for it. So he just jumped off himself. 

“Yeah, but can I kiss you.”

Kyle jerked his head back in surprise, but the smile didn’t fade. “Oh, my- uh, sure yeah. That’s… that would be nice.” 

Maybe this fishing trip wasn’t completely without a catch.

Colton gave a shaky exhale, hands landing on Kyle's hips, still clothed and a seemingly safer option to touch. He could feel the heat form his exposed skin above still and tried not to go crazy from it. Colton swallowed again, staring at the thin lips waiting for him, as Kyle’s own hands landed on his body. Pulling him a little closer, Kyle leaned down, giving Colton plenty of time to pull away or back out. 

Colton went for it. Their lips connected quickly and unsure at first, but Kyle tilted just right on their next pass and that was it. That same click of the fishing rod perfectly in place, and Colton was on his line this time. He felt like he was melting against Kyle for Christ's sake, leaning into his heat in the sweltering sun, moving his lips in scared little pushes. 

There was a chance they’d stand there forever, at least Colton would have, if Kyle hadn’t had the thought to pull back finally. “Holy-” he mumbled, licking across his own bottom lip. “Damn that was…” his fingers danced across Colton’s ribs and he was looking at the younger man like he wanted to eat him alive. Colton might let him too. 

“Colton… Do you… Oh my god, Colton your line!”

And both the men practically tripped over each other to stop Colton’s fishing rod from getting pulled into the ocean. 

[reigningqueenofwords]

Aren't They Adorable?

Pairing: Bruce x Reader Word count: 4m

Read on AO3

Part 11 of Without Me

You were in Vegas for another day before you flew back to your apartment to relax. He wanted to plan a surprise honeymoon while home. First, however, you wanted to video call each of your families to give them the good news.

Bruce sat next to you as you called his parents first, arm wrapped around you. 

“Bruce!” Thomas’ face filled the screen. “Your mother will be up shortly.” He smiled. "Someone looks to be in good spirits!"

“We are.” Bruce chuckled. “How are things there?” He asked as he saw his mother come into view.

“Same old.” Thomas chuckled. 

“Hi, there!” Martha said excitedly. “It’s so good to see you smiling.” She gushed. 

Bruce smiled. “Thanks, mom. We have a reason for that.” He glanced at you, then back at the camera. “We got married!” He was beaming. “Day before yesterday. We’ll have pictures for you soon.” 

Thomas clapped once. “What a surprise!” 

Martha squealed. “You have to let us through you a party!” She nodded. “Something lovely. Your family can come out for a couple days and stay here, too!” 

You chuckled. “I’ll have to see if they can get off work.” You told her.

“Perfect. I’ll send you some dates.” She beamed. “I’m so happy you’re our daughter in law.” She snuffed happily. “Can I see the ring?” She asked, hopeful.

You smiled and held it up to the camera. “Bruce picked it all on his own.” You said proudly, looking at your new husband. “And I had his engraved.” You told her.

“Oh, Thomas, aren’t they adorable?” She smiled. “You have marvelous taste, son.” Before Bruce met you, she had her doubts if he would ever settle down. Then you called him a brat, and that’s what he needed. 

Bruce kissed your temple. “That I do.” He smiled. 

After chatting with his parents some more, you called yours. They answered quickly, worried something was wrong. “Are you okay?” Your mother asked. 

You nodded excitedly. “We have news! Good news!” You wiggled slightly. “We got married!” You told them. “Day before yesterday.”

“Married?” Your mother gasped. 

“So soon?” Your father added. His eyebrows went up. 

“After we got back from Kyle’s funeral we decided. Kyle was young, as in not even 24.” You said sadly. “Anyone we love can be taken from us at anytime.” 

Your mother nodded at that. “Well I see your reasoning then.” She agreed with a soft smile. “Wish we could have been there.”

“Bruce’s parents are going to throw a party and want to bring you there.” You smiled. “She said she would send possible dates, because I pointed out that you’d need time off work.”

“Thank you.” She smiled back. “That is exciting. We can find days that work, right honey?” She asked her husband. He didn’t look as happy, but he nodded.

“Of course.” He said gently. 

“The pictures will be in soon and I’ll send them over.” You offered. “And there’s a video, too.” You told them. 

“I can’t wait.” She smiled. “I’m happy for the both of you.” She said honestly. “I hope you plan to do a family wedding one day?” 

“I’m sure we will.” Bruce nodded. “Oh, by the way, are you guys allergic to dogs? We wanted to get a couple, and that’d mean bringing them when we visit. I don’t want to make anyone feel like crap.”

“How thoughtful.” Your mother praised. “No, none of us our allergic.” She assured. 

Once both your parents had been called, Bruce kissed your cheek. “How about you make something to eat while I work on those honeymoon plans?”

You nodded. “Sounds like a deal.” You smiled. “Husband.” You doubted that you would ever get tired of that.

“Mm.” He brought you in for a kiss. “You’ve made me so happy.” He rested his forehead against yours. 

You blushed. “I didn’t think we would ever be this in love.” You told him. “Hell, after my breakup before you… didn’t see myself being with anyone for a long time. Then cute drunk you happened.” 

He chuckled. “I didn’t think so either. I never thought I’d get married. The idea was so far fetched.” He shook his head. “Now? I can’t wait to start a family with you.” He breathed, looking shy. 

You cupped his face. “I can’t wait either. But we should. Just a little.” You smiled. "Let me get my degree."

“You can finish it online.” He cupped your face. "But you tell me when and I'm all over you." He winked.

You smiled and nodded. “I will. Thank you. We can definitely wait on crying newborns.” You pecked his lips again before getting up. "Now go plan!" You teased.

“Yes, ma’am.” He got up. 

Your father sighed after the call ended. "Wow."

Your mother nodded. “I thought we had time.” She rubbed his arm. “But, she’s happy.”

“It was a spur of the moment decision. Emotions were high.” He shook his head. “I hope that doesn’t bite them in the ass, I really don’t. I like him, don’t get me wrong, but they’re so young.” 

“We were younger when we got married.” She teased.

He sighed and nodded. “We were lucky.” He pulled her close. “And it was a very different time.” He reminded her. “None of this social media or anything.” He looked at the wall. “I also wasn’t rich.” He leaned his head on hers, every worst case scenario playing in his head.

“He seems very mature, dear. We can only be supportive and hope for the best.” She told him. “Your opinion is important to her.”

“Which is why I didn’t express all my concerns.” He said softly. “He hurts her, though…” 

“I know.” She kissed his shoulder. “I know.” She sighed softly. 

“You don’t think she’s pregnant right?” He asked suddenly. “And they had a shotgun wedding?”

“I don’t think she’d be able to keep that secret.” She said honestly. “Especially with us. She’s always been open.” 

He sighed. “You’re right.” He agreed. “I’m thankful for that.” 

“Okay, so our bags our packed, and we leave tomorrow morning at 8 am.” Bruce told you as he came into the kitchen.

You clapped. “Yay!” You said happily. You hugged him. “No hints?”

“None.” He pecked your lips. “No hints.” He smirked. “Because that would ruin the surprise. And I’m pretty proud of what I planned.” 

“Alright, only because you’re adorable when you’re proud.” You smiled. “I was thinking about baking a bit? Maybe some cookies?”

“The ones with the mini chocolate chips?” He asked hopeful. 

You chuckled and nodded. “And, I got me some unicorn baking chips.” You moved to your baking cupboard and pulled them out to show him. “How cute are these?”

He hugged you from behind. “Those are very cute and very you.” He chuckled. “Let’s get to baking!” 

“Apron first!” You giggled. “Even when life gets busy with school, can we do this once a week? Cook or bake together?”

He nodded. “Our own thing. Something we’ll always make time for.” He smiled. “That’s perfect.” He agreed, looking forward to making many memories with you. 

You hummed happily and began getting the ingredients out. You used to bake a lot with your mom, and hoped to one day bake with your own kids. You could honestly picture it and it warmed your insides. 

Time seemed to fly by after that. Before you knew it, you were in your final year of classes. It was nearing the holidays and you were decorating your place happily. One of your dogs was sleeping on the couch, the other watching the snow out of the window. “Daddy should be home in a few.” You talked to them. That seemed to perk them both up, making you chuckle. 

Bruce was right on time as he parked and was soon inside. “Whew. Chilly.” He ruffled the snow from his hair as the dogs attacked his legs. “Hi.” He crouched to greet them. He was tackled and they both began licking his face.

You giggled and stepped down from hanging some decorations off a ladder. “Can I have a lick, too?” You flirted. 

“You know you never have to ask permission for that.” He chuckled as he stood. "How was home today?" He asked, as he had class and you didn't.

“So cozy.” You smiled. “I switched out my candles and as you can tell...decorated.” You motioned to around the living room. "My parents and brother will be here next week, so I wanted to get it done early."

“Can’t wait. I love a full house.” He brought you in for a deep kiss. “Missed my beautiful girl today.” He told you. "Just have classes tomorrow, and we are on break."

You sighed happily. “I love break with you.” You pecked his lips. "Go relax and I'll make dinner."

He squeezed your hips and smiled, going to change into comfortable clothes. Both dogs followed him.

“You’re their favorite!” You giggled as you went to start dinner. They adored Bruce, especially when he brought them out to play. It was your favorite thing to watch when he got home after you. And then you'd make him some hot cocoa.

He came in after a few minutes and sat on the bar stool. “I just missed seeing you.” He grinned as he watched you. "Anything I can help with?"

“Maybe cut up some bread?” You smiled. "I'm trying a new garlic bread recipe."

“Sounds great.” He eagerly went to help. "You know my mom won't let you cook for Christmas, right?"

You pouted. “Why? I’m decent!” 

He chuckled. "She doesn't even make Alfred cook on Christmas. She has a catering company do it." He told her. "She's always been that way."

“A catering company?” You raised your eyebrows. "Nothing home made?" That was so different from your upbringing. "Well, I'm bringing  a pie." You told him. 

“Okay.” Bruce nodded. “It’s a really good catering company!” He defended with a smile. "You'll like them."

“I’m sure I will. It’s just different.” You nodded. "I'm sure things will feel normal in time." 

“And we’ll have our own family traditions.” He noted. "My parents already know that our boys are coming with us. My mom said she got them each a stocking!" He laughed.

You beamed. “They are practically their grand babies.” You giggled. "Who are working in their cute begging." You motioned to where they were laying, watching you.

Bruce smiled at them. “They take after me.” He teased. “They love your food.” 

“They are also suck ups.” You brought over a doggie plate for them. “Eat up, boys, no scraps for you at dinner.”

They didn’t seem to mind as they went at it. “They are very happy.” Bruce laughed, kissing your cheek as you passed. “I spoke to my dad today.” He said suddenly.  

You smiled over at him. “About?”

He sighed. “I was just talking about the classes I was going to be taking for the Spring and he just dumped on me that I should start interning for him for winter break.” He told you. “That it’ll be ‘good for me’ and then ‘it’ll be good for me and the Mrs’.” 

You could tell this was a serious subject and nodded. “And you didn’t want that?” 

“Not yet. I thought I had years before stepping foot into the business.” He huffed. “I thought I could just enjoy life with you. He’s not on the same train of thought, though.” 

You rubbed his back. “Is he adamant? Or is he giving you a choice?” You asked, knowing that you’d miss him if he was interning.

“It’s like he’s giving me a choice while also making the choice.” He rolled his eyes. “So, looks like our break isn’t going to be as great as we hoped.”

You nodded and looked down. “We’ll make it work.” You said hopeful. “We’ll still have some time together, right? He’s not gonna make you live there for break or anything.”

“I’m going to be stern about time. For now I’ll just do two or three days a week maybe .” He pulled you close. “He did say that’ll he’ll take our plans into consideration if we need time to ourselves in the future.” He promised you. “I’m getting time with you one way or another.”

You nodded. “Thank you.” You kissed his cheek. “It’s just for break right?” 

He nodded. “It’s to prepare after graduation he claims.” He leaned against you. “So then I can prepare to take over Wayne Enterprises.”

You took a deep breath. “It’s coming sooner than we thought.” You nodded. “I guess at least we have a little warning?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I was hoping to have more time just us, ya know? Travel, just enjoying being a young married couple. Now I have to work and be boring.” He made a face.

“You’ll have vacations.” You rubbed his chest. “And if worse comes to worse, I’ll talk to your dad.” You smiled. “I’m sure I could convince him to be nice.”

“You may have to.” He kissed you gently. “Good thing about the company he offers paternity leave.” He told you. 

Your eyebrows went up. “That’s pretty impressive.” You admitted. “Next to no companies offer that.” 

He nodded. “Mom’s doing. Said she didn’t feel he was around enough for me.” He explained. “And that it wasn’t fair to have the women give birth and be expected to care for a newborn alone.” He shrugged. 

You grinned. “I love your mom.” You squeezed him. “At least we know we’ll have that.” Whenever the pair of you decided to expand your family. Which wouldn’t be until at least graduation.

“At least.” He went back to helping you. “Just sucks.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Adulting is gonna suck.” 

“It is. But we knew after graduation we’d have to adult.” You rubbed his arm. “That’s kinda what happens.” You said playfully.

“Not for me!” He pouted. “We were going to party.” He countered, making you giggle. “And lounge on a beach somewhere. You. In a bikini.”

You grinned. “We can still do that.” You promised. “Just a work and play balance.” You reminded him. “And I can always wear a bikini around the house.”

“That’s all I wanted you to offer.” He grinned cheekily. 

“Dork.” You chuckled. 

You were getting snacks for your family when they knocked on the door. You rushed over to answer it. “Welcome!” You said happily as you let them in. “I’m glad you made it before more snow came.” You hugged them each. “Bruce will be home later.”

“Oh? Last minute class?” You mother removed her coat as your brother ran to play with the dogs. 

“Internship for his dad.” You shrugged. “Wants him to be ready for graduation. Thankfully it’s not every day over break.”

Your father nodded. “That’s helpful.” He noted, chuckling as Happy came running over, licking his hand. “Hey.” He ruffled his fur. “We got some presents for you too, don’t worry.” He smiled at the excited dog. 

You mother looked around. “It’s beautiful in here!” She complimented. "So homey."

“Thank you. I was excited when I bought stuff.” You went to get them some drinks. "I did it mostly while he was in class."

“He seems busy.” Your mother sat down. 

“And about to get busier?” Your father added. 

You shrugged. "My classes just happened to be at different times, that's all." You told him. 

They nodded and focused on the dogs a bit. “We’re excited to be here.” Your father told you. "Your brother woke us up before dawn!" He chuckled.

“I was worried about the snow!” He said from the floor with Buddy. "I didn't wanna get stuck st home!"

You giggled and shook your head. “Adorable.” You carried the drinks to the living room. “Come get your warm milk.” You told him. "There's home made cookies for after dinner."

“After?” He pouted. “I can’t taste one?” 

“Nope.” You ruffled his hair as you heard Bruce’s car drive up. "He's home early!" You beamed. Your mother was impressed at that and smiled as she watched you greet him at the door. 

Bruce held bottles of wine as he walked in. “Hello.” He smiled. "How's my wife?" 

“Extremely happy that you’re home.” You smiled at him. "Our boys are occupied, or I'd be pushed away."

He laughed and kissed your cheek. “How’re my favorite in laws?” He charmed once his jacket was off. “Hope the drive out wasn’t too bad.”

“No it seems we arrived in time.” Your mother stood to hug him. “It’s good to see you, Bruce.” She told him.

“You as well, ma’am.” He kissed her cheek. “Sir.” He shook your father's hand. “How’s work been lately?”

“Always picks up around the holidays.” He chuckled. “I’m sure you know how that is.” He shrugged. “Sounds like you’ve been working, too.”

Bruce sighed. “Yeah. Not by choice.” He made a face. “I’m being forced to adult. There was a board meeting today.”

You made a face. “Are you in the decision making process already?” You asked, obviously surprised. 

He shook his head. “Not really. I had to give my input, but it was more to see how ‘things are run’.” He imitated his father.  

You nodded, rubbing his back. “I can pour us some glasses for dinner.” You took the wine. “It should be ready in about half an hour.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Smells great.” He sat down while you went to set it aside. “What’s on the menu?”

“Baked ziti. So your wine choice was perfect.” You smiled. “And more of that homemade garlic bread I made last week with the extra seasoning.”

“It’s amazing let me tell you.” He beamed at your parents. “Oh.” He stood to get an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to you. “Holiday ball.” He stated. “We’re expected to be there. Mom said she would like to have a ‘girl’s day’ with you and your mom. Lunch, shopping, nails.” 

“Oh that sounds far too fancy for me, Bruce.” Your mother admitted. 

He smiled. “Oh, it’s only us that’s expected at the Gala.” He assured her. “She just wants you included in the day.” He told her. “She wants to be friends.”

She sighed in relief. “I can manage that then.” She agreed. “A day of pampering does seem nice.” 

“You deserve it.” Your father smiled. “I’d love to be able to pamper you more.”

“It makes them happy.” Bruce grinned. "And I'm sure Y/N would like your input on her dress."

“Please.” You nodded. "Fancy isn't my deal."

“Never has been, unfortunately. Sorry, Bruce.” Your mother chuckled. "She wore sneakers to prom."

“Babe.” Bruce dramatically gasped. “Sneakers?” 

You blushed and nodded. “Yup. Old beat up Vans.” You giggled. 

“How hot.” He smirked. “And something I can totally see you doing, actually.”

You nudged him. “Thank you.” You grinned. “So, who wants to help me set the table?” You asked, your eyes on your brother. He pretended not to notice for a minute and then got up to help you. He laughed when you tickled him slightly.

“Okay, okay!” He giggled more when you did the other side. “I’m coming to help, aren’t I!” He moved a bit quicker.

You laughed harder and hugged him to you. “I’ve missed you.” You ruffled his hair. “How’s school been?”

“Boring.” He pouted. “We don’t get to do any projects!” He told you. “Last year we did a lot. Especially in science. This year we haven’t even had one. Except a boring old book report.”

You pouted along with him. “That’s lame. I know you’re more hands on.” You nodded. “Hopefully the second half of the year is better.”

“I hope so.” He set up the napkins. “Maybe I can do the science fair if mom lets me.” He noted. “That would be cool to win!”

“You got the brains for it!” You encouraged. "And if you need help, you can video call me!" You reminded him. 

He grinned. “I will for the writing portion.” He promised. “They made a new rule that you have to write at least 500 words. Turns out parents were doing way too much and making it unfair.”

You shook your head. “That makes sense.” 

Bruce attempted to watch you from where he sat, a silly smile on his face. Your parents watched him, your mother happy for you both. Happy jumped on his lap, tail wagging, wanting Bruce's attention, making him laugh. “I see you.” He grinned and petted him happily. 

“I have a small question Bruce.” Your father began. 

"What's that?" He asked, glancing at him.

“You don’t expect my daughter to give up on her dreams to play housewife, correct?” He asked, making your mother softly sigh. 

Bruce shook his head. "No!" It actually bothered him that he would think that. “I’ve always supported her in what she wants to do.” He told him. 

“And you will still feel that way when you take over your father's business?” He continued. 

"Of course. I don't plan to live there." He pointed out. "I won't be taking it over for awhile anyways."

He didn’t look convinced but nodded. "Okay." He said simply. 

Bruce focused on Happy and kissed his nose. "Wanna go out for a few, Happy?" He asked, earning a bark before the dog went to the sliding glass door. He smiled and went with him outside once his jacket was on. He made a snowball and tossed it to the dog, laughing when he tried to catch it.

You smiled as you watched from the kitchen window. “Stop drooling.” Your brother poked you. “Food!” He announced.

You nudged him. “Fine, Fine.” You finished placing the dishes on the table. Your parents came in as Bruce urged Happy back in the house.

Bruce helped you sit down before serving your plate for you. “Grades come in yet?” He asked you softly, knowing you were worried about one class. 

"No. Tomorrow at 8am." You pouted. 

He nodded. “I’m telling you, that was an amazing paper.” He assured. "She's a fool to grade it less than an A."

“She’s also mean.” You sighed. “But thank you.” You said as everyone got comfortable. "I think she hates me because I'm a Wayne." 

“That’s not fair of her.” Your mother frowned. "At all."

Bruce sighed. "It happens. I'm glad that Y/N is strong enough to know it's not her."

“What’s wrong with being a Wayne?” Your brother asked. "You're really nice."

Bruce smiled at him. “Sometimes people just don’t like people in power. Like my dad.” He explained. 

“Oh.” You brother blinked. “That’s dumb.” He rolled his eyes.

“Agreed.” Bruce chuckled. "Now let's eat up. We made cookies. Two kinds."

“Two?!” That made him excited. "What kinds?!"

“Sugar and….” Bruce smirked playfully. 

“Please chocolate!” He pouted. He crossed his fingers. 

You giggled. "Unicorn chocolate."

“Fancy.” Your father chuckled. “I’ve always liked your creative bakes.” He smiled fondly.

You grinned and began eating happily, glad your family came. 

After dinner, you were all relaxing with warm milk and cookies when there was a knock at your door. Bruce stood to get it after a moment and went to get it with the dogs in tow. He was surprised to see Nicole. “Oh.” He said quietly before motioning for her to come inside, not knowing she was invited. 

"What are you doing here?!" You seethed.

“Family dinner?” She shrugged. "Without me?"

“Yes!” You told her. “The whole sister thing went out the window when you tried sleeping with Bruce. Did you forget?” You snapped. "I don't know why you'd think you'd be welcome here."

“It’s been ages, Y/N.” She sighed. “Mom told me they were coming up here and I figured I could come too.” 

"It's been less than a year. That's no ages." You pointed out. "What, decide to try again?!"

She pursed her lips. “I assume since you’re married that you’re serious, so no.” She rolled her eyes. "Not that it'll last."

You nearly face palmed. “Please leave.” You moved to the door, opening it for her. "Now."

“I’m part of the family.” She crossed her arms. 

"I will drag you out of my house." You threatened. 

“Your house? Or Bruce’s?” She asked. 

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have security on call you know?” He told her. "And ours . Both our names are on the deed." 

She scoffed. “Alright.” She said sarcastically. "Whatever." 

"Out." You ground out. 

“It’s snowing!” She fought. 

“It was before you got here.” You shrugged. “There’s a hotel down the road a few miles in if you’re concerned.” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Mom.” She looked at her. “Tell her I’m welcome here.” She insisted.

“It’s not my house, dear.” Your mother sighed. "I have no say."

"It's Christmas!" Your sister pointed out.  

“You also tried to screw Bruce so…” You pushed her to the door. "That has little effect in my choice."

"What's screwing?" Your brother spoke up.

“Adult stuff. Gross stuff.” Bruce shrugged easily. "Nothing you need to worry about." He told him. 

Your brother shrugged and watched you both. "Can I give her a cookie before she leaves? They're really good." He asked.

Nicole smirked as he ran to get one to give her one. “At least one of my siblings is nice.” 

“Same here.” You shrugged. "It's nice to have him."

She sighed. “Ugh.” She said in disgust as she finally walked through the doorway. She slammed the door behind her, making you sigh.

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t think she’d show up.” Your mother apologized. 

"I didn't know she even had our address." You admitted. 

[ciboriaadastra]

It's Blacktober, so I'm gonna be brave and drop all the Black headcanons I currently have for DC

Putting it under a read more because I added a lot more notes than I originally thought I was going to.

Dick Grayson — Afro-Romani. Nicknamed Cricket because he was a super skinny kid with ADHD who chattered almost nonstop

Jason Todd — Afro-Filipino (3rd generation). Nicknames include Jay-Jay, JT, Jaypee (spelled exactly that way), PJ, and Peter Poppins (he brought an umbrella to a cookout once because the forecast said it was gonna rain, somebody made fun of him, the nickname stuck). Jason Peter Todd just sounds like a name that's simultaneously Black and Filipino idk. Black Millennial name + I swear so many Filipinos are named Jason, especially in the U.S. They named him Peter after St. Peter (he doesn't have to come up with a Confirmation saint and name himself like I had to...man, Jason would be just old enough to get the sacrament just to die the same year.)

Selina Kyle — Eartha Kitt is my live action Catwoman. I need not say more.

Harvey Dent — Black mama and white dad. Old folks who knew him exclusively called him Junior, never by name. Harvey Dent just sounds like an old Black man's name too, like I'm pretty sure a distant cousin on my dad's side is called Harvey. Also, I never see Black characters as mob bosses, so I'm gonna lay my grubby little hands on him. I actually wrote a whole essay on the social commentary that could be explored if Harvey was a lightskinned Black man, but I'm gonna keep that to myself for now.

Minhkhoa Khan — Mom is Black, Malay, and Filipino. Dad is Chinese, Vietnamese, and Thai. I don't have nicknames for him yet (I'd also have to find an excuse for characters to give him any </3)

Walk with me on this one. I'm imagining this haircut as curly on top with a fade rather than just straight hair with an undercut. I don't think he has 4 type hair; but if he did have 4b or 4c, he'd be the guy who'd laser focus on picking his hair so he can ignore you </3

For his mullet era, see Prince for reference. I think people only hate mullets because they're almost always seen with straight hair, and straight hair cannot emulate the sheer cunt that curls serve in every moment tbh.

Also, this just looks like a durag to me. Seems to be tied like one. Every time someone draws this head covering, it looks exactly like a durag. What does he need a durag for if not to keep moisture and protect his curl pattern?

He's also my personal win for the kingdom of Blasia.

Halo from the Young Justice cartoon — she's mixed Black to me. I think Qurac is meant to based on Iraq? So maybe she's Black and Iraqi. idk I just think Black Muslims should be seen more in media.

Everyone in the Superfamily — I read that one post years ago about how logically Kryptonians should be darkskinned if their powers come from absorbing yellow son energy (people without color reflect it instead) + someone else talking about Afro-Latino Superboy. I agree with all their points (don't ask me for either of these posts, it was three fandom lifetimes ago).

Zatanna Zatara — that one post on twitter fancasting Ayo Edebiri as Zatanna. I am walking together with that person. I see the vision. A win for #BlackGirlMagic. Give "Justice League Dark" new meaning (you can throw tomatoes for that one)

[steveharrington]

have you ever like. ranked the general ST cast on how well you think they'd do in a reality competition show (either being in competition with other ST characters or as the sole competitor from that group). bc like the only show i watch in that kind of category is drag race but the whole, like, realm of it fascinates me immensely and it's melting with my ST hyperfocus in my brain (also not 2 be biased but i feel like steve could win any reality competition show like even drag race or at Least be mr fan favorite. i know it in my heart actually)

anon ..... you have no idea the gift youve given me by asking this question. this is all i have ever wanted to post about for the past several months. lets get into it here is the official How Well They Would Do On Reality TV Ranking (with additional commentary abt which shows they would excel at and who they are similar to)

steve <3 listen this is NOT just me being biased i genuinely think steve has the perfect skill sets for several reality competition series. most of these games require a combination of social prowess and athleticism, both of which steve has! i think he would slay mtv's the challenge like (crediting em here) his feeder show would've been a love island/party down south/are you the one type series where he was just pretty and flirty and got drunk all the time but then he comes onto the challenge and just Crushes it because he's got the balance of good natured and bitchy that people enjoy and find entertaining + he's got endurance for DAYS and he would think of strategies for challenges that no one else would typically see a la jordan wiseley winning a tug of war just by pretending to almost fall and then letting go of the rope. i also think steve would be good at shows like big brother and the amazing race, and he'd be a fan favorite because he'd give good DRs <3

lucas! for a lot of the same reasons as steve, and i also think lucas would be one of those players who's very loyal to their alliance and absolutely refuses to back-stab which could cost him a win for a few seasons until having one glory lap where he just crushes it competition-wise and his past record of being a good teammate helps him avoid eliminations. sorry im like only thinking abt this in terms of the challenge. i also think lucas would be really good at the amazing race! i think on both shows whenever he gets to do a stunt like sky dive or bungee jump or whatever hes always like :D because hes just happy to be there. he'd be on the level of leroy garrett or sarah rice

nancy and im shocking myself a bit by putting her this high up but think about it. nancy would do what needs to be done. she would betray her alliances to get herself ahead in the game, but she'd be careful and do it sparingly only when the time is Exactly right. i think she'd be the real leader of an alliance, but she also knows that being a leader = having a target on your back, so she lets someone else on the team be like the Speaker while she does the strategizing. and then when the time is right, she's ruthless about throwing someone in. big brother would be nancy's game to win, and she'd be like a less unhinged vanessa russo or a slightly more unhinged nicole franzel

argyle would do very well i think just solely based on his social game. people would keep him around specifically because he's funny and brings enjoyment to the filming schedule kinda like my baby kyle christie from the challenge. i think argyle's best shot would be big brother for sure, and even if he didn't win (i dont really foresee him being the best at comps, esp season memory bc his ass would not study) he would be america's favorite player for sure

max would be good at the challenge because i think max would be good At Challenges, however i do fear that she would struggle with the political game. this kinda eliminates her from big brother, where you Have to be fake, but on the challenge she could've thrived during the 2013-2017 seasons like dirty thirty, vendettas, etc where you were allowed to openly hate people and pray on their downfall. not that max would have beef with everyone, bc i do think she'd be generally well liked, but there's always some evil male on every season that she would simply Hate and potentially destroy her own game in the pursuit of getting him out. but even then, she might count that as a win <3 she'd go down in the hall of fame of famous reality tv girlies who hate their male partners like amanda garcia and ashley mitchell

robin.....alright listen. robin would get paranoid on big brother and she would be considered a layup on the challenge (sob) because she's not very coordinated and she'd get frazzled under timed pressure. BUT hear me out if robin had a partner who encouraged her and motivated her, i think she could really start to slay. she would be very clever when it comes to subtle game moves, i think, like she would be good at picking who to put in a tribunal with her based on the social standings of the game. i think she could have a really good season under the right circumstances and shock everyone like big t on the challenge double agents. and she'd be good at one or two very random very specific challenges that require some super obscure skill

dustin would do alright for himself on big brother because he would nail a lot of the puzzle/memory comps and play that lovable nerd role. howeverrrr i think dustin would be a bit...naive :( i think he wouldn’t foresee his alliance members betraying him and he would take it Very hard and play with his emotions most of the time. he would probably get backdoored on big brother despite having a really good comp win record just from being a genius like michael bruner or ian terry

now we're getting into ppl who i don't think would slay unfortunately.......el :( she is too trusting im so sorry like everyone would LOVE her but she would volunteer to go up as a pawn in big brother and her alliance would be like “okay better her than me!” and she’d get eliminated :( but she would give such good DRs and get a huge fan fav edit

will.....idk man will would not want to be on reality tv idk how he'd find himself in this situation to be honest.....he'd be well-liked but he'd be a floater 110% because he doesn't really care about the urgency of starting a good political game early on. his main goal would just be to fly under the radar, and that only works for so long

mike would be a huge bitch to people and they would target his ass so quickly im SORRY but its true. like at least mike would try, and i think he'd pull off one great tv moment by doing something unprecedented and unhinged like targeting the biggest player week 1, but his timing would be off and it would backfire so immensely. also he would get medically dq'd from the challenge im so sorry. he'd do a pole wrestle or balls in against someone bigger and just disintegrate

eddie would be too weird and off-putting. sorry. eddie would roll up at the big brother house and be like Im Here To Send A Message That Reality TV Is Vapid And Our Culture Is Crumbling From A Lack Of Real Art and people would be like boooooooooo and vote him in. he'd also refuse to work with physical threats because he'd be like tch meathead jock idiots >:( and then they'd fold him in half during a hall brawl IM SORRY ITS THE TRUTH

jonathan would not go on a reality show. he would be like cody nickson in the sense that he'd hate being there, he'd hate everyone in the house, and he would refuse to be animated and exagerrated in the DR like production would tell him to. i do think this could make him a sleeper hit among viewers because people kinda like when someone is visibly Over the game and doesn't hide that, but yeah he would not make it far. he would probably quit.

[underworld-park-offical]

TOLKIEN: Can you believe this shit, Jimmy?

JIMMY: H-h-h-hey

JIMMY: D-d-d-d-don't d-d-d-diss s-s-someone w-w-w-with b-b-b-big d-d-d-dreams 

JIMMY: N-n-n-not cool

TOLKIEN: I will if said dreams are ridiculous and stupid

TOLKIEN: Like being a jackass influencer

STAN: Can we shut up about Craig being a Dollar Store Addison Rae, please?

STAN: I'm getting a migraine listening to this idiotic babbling about how many likes he has

STAN: Just stop, he already does it enough

KYLE: Didn't you start bullying him though?

KYLE: Because it was funny?

STAN: Well it's not now sooooo…. shut up

CLYDE: WHO WAS MOVING THE POINTER THINGIE ON THE BOARD PLEASE CONFESS I WILL CRY

KENNY: I thought you were “manly”

CARTMAN: Woah Kenny, it is 2023 and you’re still throwing around male stereotypes?

CARTMAN: You’re getting C A N C E L E D 

CARTMAN: GUYS KENNY DOESN’T THINK MEN SHOULD CRY

KENNY: HE LITERALLY SAID HE HAD BIG MAN HANDS

KENNY: HE ADMITTED TO GOING TO HOME DEPOT????

KENNY: WHAT AM I BEING CANCELED FOR TELLING THE TRUTH?????

CRAIG: Wow, Kenny, and I thought we were friends, Smh my head

KENNY: WHAT????????

TOLKIEN: Can you move things, Mr. Spirit, sir?

CRAIG: That was so  gay of you

CARTMAN: Why would you assume it was a man???

TOLKIEN: Why would you assume, it's an it?

CARTMAN: ….

TOLKIEN: Exactly

CRAIG: Preach 

CLYDE: IT'S MOVING IT'S MOVING IT'S MOVING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

KENNY: CLYDE SHUT UP!!! AND STOP MOVING, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING BEHIND YOUR FAT HEAD

CLYDE: I'M GONNA CRYYYYY

KENNY: GOOD

KYLE: S….u…..r……e

CRAIG: Sure?

CRAIG: So the ghost wants to be basic?

CRAIG: Lmao based

STAN: Oh my god shut up

STAN: Please.

TOLKIEN: It could have just used the yes, why would it go through so much effort to give an answer?

CLYDE: Maybe they want to be best friends and are worried about messing things up or being impolite?

CRAIG: That's so based of them, frfr, lol

STAN: A ghost wanting to befriend a bunch of high, lowlife teenagers?

STAN: Yeah, I'm not buying it

CLYDE: F….u….

CLYDE: AWHHH

JIMMY: N-n-n-n-nice g-going st-st-stan, you r-r-ruined our ch-chances of be-be-bef-f-friending C-Casper, a-asshole

STAN: There is no way you actually believe this, right?

STAN: We are all in a simulation

STAN: None of this is real

STAN: We are all in a coma because the government wants to control us

STAN: Trying to make us all boy kissing gays

STAN: But not me, no

STAN: I'm smarter than all of you, so I know I can't be controlled

STAN: This Ouija board is the way for the government to mind control us

STAN: Do not be deceived.

TOLKIEN: Shut up Stan, quit talking out of your ass

STAN: Ass….A…S…S……Actual…..Super…..Sexual…..Sexual as in….Homosexual….

STAN: YOU'RE A GOVERNMENT SPY!

KYLE: Ignore him, Tolkien

TOLKIEN: Have been.

STAN: YOU’RE ALL CONSPIRING AGAINST ME!

CRAIG: Lmao holy shit I need to record this

STAN: YOU'RE ALL JUST MAD BECAUSE I KNOW THE TRUTH!!! YOU ALL ARE BRAINWASHED!!!!

CRAIG: Stan…. bffr… smile for the camera

STAN: NO!!! THOSE CAMERAS PUT MICROCHIPS IN YOUR HAND LIKE THEY HAVE THE VACCINES

CRAIG: Is he /j or /srs rn?

KYLE: He's serious, unfortunately

KYLE: Let's just move on before I get an aneurysm

KENNY: Good idea

KYLE: Is…. anything moving?

TOLKEIN: Oh I don't know, Kyle, can a blind person see?

KYLE: ….

TOLKIEN: No, exactly

CLYDE: IT'S SO DARK IN HERE I'M AFRAID OF THE DARK!!!

TOLKIEN: No, Porkchop, you aren’t

CLYDE: I AM NOW!!

STAN: Everything is all so dark

STAN: It's what they want

KYLE: It's what who wants? STAN: Aliens…. they want to steal our sun…

CRAIG: Haha lmao imagine believing in aliens, couldn’t be me

JIMMY: Wh-wh-wh-what's that n-n-noise?

JIMMY: C-C–C–C–C-C-Craig…. Is th-the ac on?

CLYDE: TURN THE AC OFF YOU MONSTER!!

CLYDE: LEAVE US BE!!

CLYDE: WE WANTED TO BE FRIENDS BEFORE YOU TOLD US TO GO FUCK OURSELVES!

CLYDE: BUT NAY! NAY WE SAY! CLYDE: WE, THE HUMAN COUNCIL

TOLKIEN:...... What-

CLYDE: SAY GO FUCK YOURSELF

CLYDE: GOOD DAY SIR OR MA’AM CARTMAN: OR MX!

CLYDE: OR MIXTAPE

CRAIG: Lmao okay slay, ate, ate and left no crumbs. Not a single crumb inside, bro ate the plate too frfr

(EDITS MADE BY @Pissblanket)

[bittersweet-kelly]

Superman Saves a Cat From a Tree. Chapter 1 - Selena gets caught up with an old pal

Superman saves a cat from a tree: Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Catwoman, Selena Kyle, steps into some trouble while trying to find her ex, Batman, who seems to be missing while dealing with the League of Assassins and his ex, Talia Al Ghul. She runs into one of Batman's wards.

Rating: 18+ (Smut in later chapters) Minors do not Interact

Parings: Selena Kyle (Catwoman) x Clark Kent (Superman)

Warnings: Jokes about butts, smut in later chapters, swearing, jealousy (If you squint), not beta'd or lightly proof-read

Word Count: 1,296

Disclaimer: I do not own Henry or have any connections to Henry. Nor do I own any content from DC comics, Warner Brothers.

I wanted to start with Selena's side before moving onto Clark's. He'll be coming later dears. ;)

***************

It's been 3 months since Bruce Wayne and Selena Kyle got engaged and it's been 1 month since Selena dumped Bruce on the grounds of being bored. Or so she goes around and tells people. It was much more complex than that, obviously. Bruce wanted kids where Selena didn't… Bruce has kids. Adopted sure, but they're still kids. The late night costume rendezvous also became less frequent and that sort of killed the vibe for Selena… She liked the chase. The tease. Now she was caught and hooked… What was she supposed to do now? Be a wifey? Become a housewife? Join the cast of Housewives of Gotham? Heavy pass.

She was now free to do what she pleases. That also involves slipping into her tight costume that hugged her every curve to distract the thugs of Gotham. Who doesn't love the attention? Her catsuit was like a second skin. The zip stopped halfway down her sternum, revealing her cleavage that was tucked firmly in her clothes.

During one night ,while she was stalking the rooftops in her favourite neighbourhood, she heard some gunfire from the streets. She snorted to herself. "Batman will be after their asses soon. Poor souls." While chuckling to herself it slowly dawned on her… She hasn't heard from Bruce or Batman for 3 weeks. Furrowing her brow she checked her phone. No missed calls… Messages. She shrugged it off, he's probably drowning his sorrows in the nearest bar - crying because she left him. Or so she told herself. Anyone would cry after being dumped by her.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a shuffle of feet landing on the roof with her. The loose pebbles shuffling underneath their weight. "I was just thinking about you." She turned, expecting the brooding bat.

"Thanks, can't say I was thinking about you." Dick Greyson, better known as Nightwing, retorted back to her with a wink. "What pleasure do I owe being thought of? My handsome looks?" He smirked at her. Selena scoffed. Nightwing stood in front of her in his own tight costume that showed off his athletic body.

"I thought you were the big, bad Bat." She placed a hand on her hip, while looking over at him. "What are you doing here? Thought you were exiled to Bludhaven?"

"Exiled?" Dick put a hand over his heart. "Is that what Bruce told you? No it was Damian wasn't it?" Shook his head. "Ass."

"Mhm. He is a brat, I'll give you that but ass? That's all you." She leaned over to peer at his ass and glutes. "Ever thought you should change your name from Dick to something butt related?" Selena joked with a cocky smirk spread across her lips. Dick tutted, wagging a finger at her.

"Careful, you were nearly my Step-mom. That's taboo in places… Other than the internet." Dick rolled his eyes. "My eyes are up here lady." Motioned with his fingers to where his eyes are. "Plus you can talk, you have the same issue as me I bet." Selena couldn't argue that point, she too had a big butt. Bruce loved to squeeze it - amongst other things but that might have been weird to discuss to one of his kids.

"Speaking of Dad…" Selena turned back to look over at Gotham. "Where is he? I would have expected to see him sulking around in the shadows by now. I even stole- I even rescued some jewels from some black market dealer and I half expected to see him." Selena looked over to Nightwing. He looked pensive.

"We haven't heard from him for about 2 weeks now. Not like him. None of us have been scowled at or told we're doing something wrong. Alfred handed me a note when I went to go and see him. It mentions he's gone to see Talia to resolve a feud." Dicked looked confused at Selena. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"Guess he's gone back to his side piece?" She said bitterly. "Hey, no idea. But aren't you the one who ended things?" Dick pointed out after spotting how she spoke and sensed some jealousy. "Hmph!" Selena decided to ignore Dick's comment. "So he's gone back to the league of assassins."

Dick hummed in thought. "Yep, seems like it. After Bruce's run-in with them last time they seemed to vanish. If they're back in Gotham, means somethings going down. I've been looking for their entrance the last few days now. I can't spot anything out of the ordinary. No ninjas to chase either!" Scoffed in disappointment. Selena's brow furrowed.

"I see… Hidden tunnels most likely. Have you asked Killer Croc?" She asked, half serious as she looked over at Dick again. "He knows the sewers like the scales on the back of his mutated paw." Dick pointed at her before half skipping away.

"You have a point Kit-kat." He then swan dived off the edge of the building. Once a performer, always a performer. Show-off. "While you go and get your ass kicked… I'll go for a little girl on girl action." Turning her attention to the 'Garden of Eden' greenhouse and shop down in Bristol Gotham. "Red better be there."

Having made her way across town Selena stood looking at the overgrown greenhouse near the river. Climbing through a broken window she looked around until coming to a large room. To the side was a large plant that looked like it was trodden on and beaten down. Not like Pamela to treat her babies like that…

"You shouldn't have come Selena." A voice echoed around the room making it hard for Selena to pinpoint Poison Ivy's location. "But Red." Selena replied in a sing-song tone of voice. "I thought you missed our little chats. I know I missed you." Selena's gaze shot down as a vine wrapped around her ankle, tearing her off the ground to leave her hanging like she was caught in a boobie-trap. "IVY! Is this anyway to treat a friend?" A pair of giant leaves rustled and flapped to thee floor revealing the fiery, in more than one way, redhead.

"We are not friends!" Ivy snapped back. "You only call me a friend when you want something. You're all take and no give! No wonder Batman came looking for me." Her hand brushed her locks away from her face. Walking over to Selena to stand face to face. Other than Selena being upside down. "-You-" Ivy prodded Selena's forehead with her pointer finger. "You told Batman how to find me… How to enter my place of refuge." Ivy Scoffed, turning her head to the side. "…Ivy. You live in a greenhouse with a rather odd looking tree sticking out of the building. It's not exactly conspicuous." Ivy's attention fell back onto Selena, rolling her eyes at the truth.

"Now why shouldn't I throw you out like the trash you are?" Ivy placed her hands on her hips giving Selena attitude.

Catwoman gasped. "Ivy! You wouldn't litter your own beautiful green earth would you?!" Selena raised a brow, even though she was wearing a mask the fabric lifted with her eyebrow.

"Fine!" Spat Ivy. "You made your point… You can decompose here, feed my babies." Ivy turned on the spot, slapping Selena with her hair. "That will give Batman time to solidify his plan."

Selena found herself being lifted higher into the air. "IVY?! WHAT PLAN?" She screamed only to be turned the right way up.

"Oh, something about ruling the League of Assassins by giving Talia more heirs." Ivy waved her hand dismissively over her shoulder. Selena then felt her body feeling numb, like something tight was wrapped around it… The vines tightened around her body and acted like a cocoon with how they sealed her in.

[roman-cates]

"I know it was stupid… I won't try it again…"

That sounds genuine. Bryce gives up trying to keep cool and collected as his breath hitches in his throat, and he reaches out, not sure what he's going to do. Some part of him needs to hold the young man collapsing in front of him.

"No, Roman, that's not what I--" It's possible the tears can be heard in his voice, and he cuts himself off. With an effort he stops his hand and pulls it back. Takes a deep breath. Closes his eyes for a moment and centers himself. Deliberately takes both of his hands and folds them under his own chin, physically holding himself back.

"Okay. You blacked out, and then what?" It's absurd to be proud that his voice is steady; this is hardly the highest stakes or tensest situation he's acted calm in.

Previous

Roman doesn't know how to interpret the emotions he sees Bryce having. He knows they aren't what they look like, but he can't tell what they really are.

He was really hoping not to continue talking about what happened, too...

"We-well... when... when I woke up, I was handcuffed and laying on my stomach... I was... in a field... There were two men there. The shorter one ste-stepped on my head... They asked me some questions... I didn't answer right away because I was re-really confused and disoriented. S-so the taller one kicked me... And then they put me in the back of a truck and took me to another house." Roman's story starts moving more quickly as he just tries to say all of it so he can be done talking about it.

"They brought me inside— t-to a room just like the one across the hall— and they put me inside a cell. And then they started asking a lot more questions. I tried to answer them— I was scared— th-the taller one got out a bunch of knives and a sledgehammer from a cabinet and... w-well I think I know what would have happened if I didn't answer... a-although I'm not sure what actually happened was better...

"I said something about J ha-having kidnapped me— and the taller one got re-really upset. He st... he started yelling about how I was wo-working for J and yelling about J having killed someone— and that's when he started cutting my a-arm... And... h-he stopped. I-I don't know why. I was... kind of distracted by pain...

"I know... the shorter one took the knife after that and he put it right here—" Roman touches the cut on his cheek lightly. "And I said something about this house and he got scared and cut me... I th-think it was a bit of an accident. And they kept asking about the crutches over and over again and... a-and... I don't know... the tall one said something about keeping me from escaping and then smashed my ankle with the sledgehammer... and then they left...

"A-and then you called them I think... and I didn't see them for a while after that... Then that other guy came in— Ky... Kyle..?— and he stitched up my arm and di... did some stuff with my ankle... And he left to go get something...

"After he left, the tall guy from before came back... I..." Roman hesitates briefly. "I don't really remember anything after that..."